Warlock : The Armageddon Page #3

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Now close your eyes.

Close your eyes,

now sense the ball.

Feel it rise in the air.

Just sense it.

Feel it rise.

Feel it, sense it.

Look!

Did I do that?

Shall we try again?

(loud pop)

Um, I'll replace

the window in the morning.

Don't...don't worry about it.

Look, I'm sorry. You know, I...

For what?

Well, I'm letting you guys down.

No, you're not letting us down.

- Is he?

- No.

Why don't you go get some rest?

We'll see you in the morning.

Good night, dad.

Good night, Franks.

We've got three days left.

I know that.

I know that.

Look, the kid's going to be fine.

He'll do it. I'm sure of.

(loud crashing)

Kenny:
Sorry!

I'm going to go find me

a nice burial spot.

Good night, Will.

Good bye, come again.

Good night.

We're your family.

They are all gone.

Sometimes I think you

actually are psychic.

(laughing)

Yeah, right.

You did fool those old bats

tonight, though.

That's not a bad take.

Buy yourself a big steak, huh?

How can you have faith in a god

that cannot even control creation?

How can he lead you to salvation?

There is no hope in chaos,

only in order.

Nice speech, buddy. But I've got

enough freaks in this side-show.

I seek no employment...

I've come for the stone.

You're a buyer?

A buyer...

Well, why didn't you say so?

Now, you do mean that rare

piece of Egyptian antiquity?

That is a very valuable

and expensive item.

It has great emotional and

material value.

How much?

Oh, I'd say at least...

at least a hundred dollars.

- What?

- Seventy-five.

It's worth a thousand times that,

you cretinous fool.

Do not sell to him the stone...

he is evil.

The devil of Armageddon.

You really are a psychic.

Very good.

Very bad.

(screams)

Now, where were we?

(ominous laughter)

I'm here...

I'm everywhere.

(laughing continues)

Give me the stone.

So you can kill me, too?

(laughing intensifies)

I see a mirror

when I look into a fool...

but when I look into a mirror...

I see a fool.

(laughing)

Welcome to the other side

of reality.

Where the hell am I?

Check your pocket.

I said, check your pocket!

If you're so clever,

freak master...

tell me which one is the real stone

and which the illusion.

Guess correctly and

I'll let you live.

If you're wrong,

then this is your eternity.

You'll have to do

better than that.

You don't think I don't know

the real from the fake?

You lose, a**hole.

That depends on which side

of the mirror you're standing.

(screaming)

I knew I'd find you here.

Make them stop.

- What?

- The dreams.

What dreams?

I'm walking to school

and they're there.

And then they're not.

And I see you, Kenny,

and I'm calling your name.

And this thing turns around and

it looks like an angel but it's not.

It's evil.

- They're just dreams.

- No, I'm awake.

I keep seeing these letters...

and symbols and

this great blackness...

and daggers.

Why do I see daggers?

- Am I going crazy?

- No, you're not going crazy.

Then explain it to me.

I can't.

Please, please.

Look, you wouldn't understand.

Kenny? Kenny?

Okay...

Two days ago my dad shot me.

Dead.

And then he brought me back to life.

So now I'm this walking zombie

who's supposed to save the

world from all the forces of evil.

You don't look too impressed.

You're really starting

to scare me, Kenny.

(loud thunder)

Quick, the bridge.

It tastes like blood.

Chalk by the water shall

turn red as death.

How do I know that?

How do I know that?!

- It's going to be okay, Sam.

- Stay away from me.

Sam!

Sammy!

Sh*t!

What about Sammy, dad?

Tell me about her.

Look, Kenny, I know how much

you care for that girl.

But right now you need

all your concentration.

Everything else you can

work out later.

Yeah, hopefully.

Hey, why don't you fire

up that barbecue?

- Dad?

- Just try.

Hey, you did it.

Your aim may need a little work.

But what the hell.

I'll go get the hose.

(bell tolls)

I'll meet you all in the town

center tomorrow morning.

Reverend, people like them

don't belong in our town.

We all have to do our part.

Good sermon.

I'll be here in the morning and

so will all our neighbors.

Thanks, Mrs. Wallace.

God bless.

I'm with you... Reverend.

I want you to know that.

Thank you, Buck,

you're a good man.

See ya... tomorrow.

Ted, I have to talk to you.

Kate, I'm sorry you missed

my sermon.

I heard enough.

Why are you doing this?

It's something I should have

done a long time ago.

You're really scared,

aren't you?

This is the one thing that can

send the demon home.

- What the hell is it?

- Son-of-a-b*tch.

Ethan must have thought he

was doing right.

He's not a warrior,

he should never have tried.

Tried what?

Make sure the warlock

doesn't open the gateway...

-...then worry about killing him.

- What the hell is it?

This is going to be suicide.

(sirens wailing - horns honking)

Hi. Sorry.

(Woman's voice)

Sinclair Enterprises,

may I help you?

(Ethen yelling)

Sinclair Enterprises,

may I help you?

Just one moment, please.

May I help you, sir!?

Sir, can I help you?

Can I help you, sir!

Sir, sir... can I help you?

- Sir?

- Shut up!

Who the hell are you?

I'm sorry I couldn't make

an appointment, Nathan.

How did you get past

my secretary?

She's looking for a new opening.

I can have security in here

in less than a minute.

Who the hell do you

think you are?

A collector.

Wonderful.

I'll give you about three seconds

to get to the point.

I'm interested in this stone.

Sorry, it's not for sale.

I never said anything

about buying it.

Please, remove it from

its encasement.

You're really beginning

to piss me off.

Shame, I thought you'd like to

see it with its companion pieces.

Where did you get those?

I told you, I'm a collector.

Incredible.

- How much do you want for them?

- They're not for sale.

Everything is for sale.

Including your soul?

What's that supposed to mean?

You give me the stone

and I'll give you the finest piece of

art your collection has ever seen.

And I'm supposed to trust you?

You are holding the gun.

I've kept my part of the bargain.

And I shall keep mine.

Hey, where are you going?

What are you doing?

Come on, we had a deal.

Picasso.

Definitely Picasso.

I don't understand.

You and my father were friends?

I remember that like it was yesterday.

It was one hell of a day.

It really was.

Who am I?

Your father and I

were very good friends.

Until the day your

mother and my wife died.

My mother died in childbirth.

So did Kenny's mother.

I'll see you later.

Don't turn away from me, Will.

Answer me.

Who am I?

Who am I?

Sammy, you want to

open the door?

What?

Open the door.

Thank you.

(sneezes)

Aw, sh*t.

Hey, come here.

Hey, little fellah.

Hi. I'm okay, yeah.

You're not afraid of me, are you?

(faint laughing)

Stop laughing.

It takes a while to

get used to these things.

We'll show 'em.

Okay...

Watch this.

Well, how about some applause?

(wind and leaves clapping)

(humming)

No!

No!

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