Lord of Illusions (1995)

[bunniefuu]

(dog barking)

(chickens clucking)

Swann.

And the fire said to me--

lt said to me...

"Nix, Nix,

"you are my instrument.

"From now on,
you shall be known...

"as...

"the Puritan.

"You will find
a few good men...

"and women.

"And together...

"together...

you will cleanse
the world."

Master.

Swann's here.

Are we ready?

- Ready.
- Look, maybe we should think about this.

He's gone too far.

So he took a kid.

He's gonna k*ll her.

lf he gets inside our f*cking heads,
he's drive us crazy.

So stay out here!

(girl sobbing)

Please get away
from me.

(sobbing continues)

Hush!

Please don't hurt me!

l said hush.

(roaring)

What is it, huh?

What's the matter, huh?

Please! Please!

What are you
gonna do to me?

(snarling)

Aah, leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Want me
to sh**t Swann?

Leave me alone!

You don't like him,
do you?

(girls screams)

- He wants your magic.
- Oh, maybe.

Go! Fetch him.

l think he's in love.

(screaming echoes)

Look around.
lf you see the kid, yell.

- Quaid.
- Hey, man.

lt's Quaid.

Hey, Quaid.

l thought you said
you weren't coming back.

l changed my mind.

You can't leave, man.

He won't let you.

(girl crying)

You're gonna be okay.

Okay?

Aah!

l knew you'd come.

l've got so much power
to give you, Swann.

All you have to do...

is beg.

f*ck you.

You don't think
that l've got it to give?

No.

You're wrong!

l could eat
your f*cking soul!

Now, be a good girl.

Ow, stop!

f*ck!

- Stay here.
- (woman yelps)

- Jennifer, are you okay?
- Jesus!

Jennifer!

Stay away.

Stay the f*ck away.

(whimpering)

Are you okay?

How would you like...

... to see the world

the way it really is?

You wanna see flesh...
with a God's eyes?

(squishing)

(whimpering)

Swann?

Here he is.

Take a look, Swann.

(Swann groaning)

These are your friends.

(grunting)

No!

What have you
done to him?

- Swann...
- Don't touch me!

- He got into my head!
- Swann! Ugh!

You wanna be
like that, Swann?

Mud? sh*t?

Come here.

Share the power.

Ooh!

(screeching)

(groans)

(monstrous growling)

Swann.

Help me.

Aah!

(groaning)

Bag.

Swann.

Swann,

help me.

- What are you doing?
- Binding you.

You piece of sh*t!

(crying out)

This isn't over, Swann.

Aah!

This isn't finished!

Aah--

(muffled groans)

(long exhale)

Dead?

Dead.

What now?

We bury him
so deep...

no one will ever
find him.

(sniffling)

Shh.

(crying out)

(police siren blares)

(door knocking)

l been calling you
for three days, Harry.

l missed you too,
Loomis.

You got a beer?

l got a job for you
if you can tear yourself away

from all this weird sh*t.

You need
a woman's touch in here.

Why don't you
get yourself a secretary?

On what you pay me?

So get married.

Tried that.

Oh, yeah.

"Harry D'Amour, who describes himself
as a private detective...

"has been linked with occult activities
on several occasions.

'We regard D'Amour
as a highly dubious character...'

quoted one source."

That's nice, Harry.

lt's all bullshit.

lt was on TV last night.

You look like sh*t,
by the way.

- Thanks.
- What's the story?

Was the kid
really possessed?

Probably.

You gonna tell me
by what?

Oh, you know.

The usual.

You need a vacation.

Somewhere sunny,
like, uh...

L.A.

That's where
the job is?

Guy's name's Tapert.

Big insurance fraud.

He's gone west
to spend his ill-gotten gains.

lt's worth ten grand
if you catch him doing it.

lf l don't?

Catch a tan.

(sighs)

l need someone
of your caliber on this, Harry.

(grunting)

man's voice: Taste the darkness,
D'Amour.

lt's been waiting for you.

Yeah, well...

maybe l do
need a vacation.

You'll like L.A.

There's great weather,
great women.

- Here you go.
- Thanks, have a nice evening, Mr. D'Amour.

Yeah, you bet.

Hello, L.A.

(Latin music playing)

(party chatter)

9:18 p.m.

lf Tapert's paying
by the hour,

he's getting
his money's worth.

(screams)

Come here, you f*ck!
Come on in!

(laughter)

Wait a minute.

He's late
for something.

Gimme, gimme,
gimme, gimme, gimme, aah!

(girls laughing)

(rock music playing)

(panting)

Ah, Jesus!

(wheezing)

(screaming)

Aah!

What the hell?

(screams)

Ever watched
a man die?

lf you watch
very closely

you can sometimes see
the soul escaping.

And if you're very quick...

you can catch it.

(gasping)

l wasn't there.

Ask Pimm.

Pimm's dead.

Jennifer Desiderio's
disappeared.

They knew the Puritan
was coming home.

So did you.

(straining)

(screaming)

Wait.

Don't leave me.

(door closes)

(coughing)

Did you come up here
for a reading?

Hey.

- My God.
- What?

You're drawn...
to the dark side.

Over and over.

You don't like that.

Not much.

Mm, you can't
change it.

You must walk
the line

between heaven
and hell.

lt's your destiny.

Accept it.

(hacking)

Hang on.

(chuckling)

l'm not afraid
to die.

There's something...
terrible

coming home soon.

The Puritan?

(wheezing)

Who is he?

sh*t.

woman: What were you
doing up here?

l'm a private detective.

l was hired to follow a guy
for a couple of days,

guy named Tapert.

- lnsurance fraud.
- Tapert.

So now l've got Tapert,
Butterfield...

Tapert's got nothin'
to do with this.

He just came
to get his palm read.

This is
something else.

You ever heard of somebody
called the Puritan?

New one on me.
Okay, let's see him.

Where the f*ck
is he?

He got up
and walked.

After that fall,
he would've broken half his bones.

l don't think
he'd have given a sh*t.

D'Amour.... D'Amour.

Why do l know
that name?

l know him.

l saw him on TV.

Some kid got possessed,
and he saved the little b*stard's life.

A priest.

No.

(sighs)

He's just some guy...

who's got a nose
for this sh*t.

Like you.

l don't want him
getting in the way.

He won't.

We've, all of us,
waited too long...

to have
the homecoming spoiled.

What do you mean,
"all of us?"

A lot of people
believed in Nix.

They haven't forgotten
his promise.

About?

Death.

What about death?

lt's an illusion.

Coffee, Mrs. Swann?

Yes, thank you.

Where's Mr. Swann?

ln his study.

He got something
on his mind?

(operatic music playing)

Hey, Mr. Sunshine.

That's what
l'm gonna call you.

Bad show?

The usual.

Full house,

standing ovation,

l tell them it's magic.

They believe you.

Yeah.

Remember Quaid?

Sure.

l think they k*lled him.

Oh, God.

l just saw him, too.

l'm putting in
a new illusion tonight.

Something special.

l want you to be there.
Will you?

Of course.

You want me
to find out about Quaid?

- l mean, the funeral?
- No... no.

l'm not going
anywhere near him.

Higher.

Another inch.

The left-hand side
is too low.

Valentin?

Good. There.

Yes?

l want you to find
this man D'Amour for me.

(knocking)

(groaning)

(knocking continues)

Mr. D'Amour?

D'Amour: Go away.

lt's 1 :00 in the afternoon.

Who are you,
my mother?

l'm here to offer you
a job, Mr. D'Amour.

l'm going back
to New York.

Have you got something in New York
that'll pay you five thousand a day?

Do l get lunch?

Whose car?

Mine.

No, it's not.

You're driving it too carefully.

Maybe l just bought it.

Well, somebody's been
smoking in here for months.

Havanas.

You're not the smoker.

So who is?

You almost pass
for a detective, D'Amour.

(chuckling)

l work for
the best illusionist in the world.

Philip Swann?

You know of him?

Kind of hard to miss him.

l saw him perform once
in Vegas.

Are you a gambling man?

No.

Swann is quite a magician.

Never call him that.

He's strictly an illusionist.

What's the difference?

lllusions are trickery.

Magicians do it for real.

Where'd the flower go?

D'Amour: Think there are any
movie stars buried around here?

Valentin: Probably.

lt's not a bad place.

lt's warm,
lots of palm trees.

l don't think
the dead much care.

You sure?

- Are you a believer, then?
- Oh, yeah.

l've signed on
for all of them in my time.

Catholic, Hindu, Moonies.

Can't have
too many saviors.

Who's that?

Swann's wife.

l want you to help me
help my husband.

l know he's in
some kind of trouble.

Something to do with
the man you saw m*rder*d.

l think Philip believes
all that stuff with the tarot cards.

And you don't?

l think we make
our own futures.

So, what's
the connection?

l-- l don't exactly know.

Philip doesn't like
to talk about the past.

Why not?

(sighs)

He's a secretive man.

And you don't
ask questions?

We don't share our lives
the way a lot of people do.

But obviously
you still care about him.

We wouldn't be having
this conversation if l didn't.

Swann is one of
the most remarkable men alive.

Hm.

You don't believe me?

He's an illusionist.
That's not exactly brain surgery.

l'm sorry.
You asked.

No, uh...
you're right.

He could've been
something more.

Maybe a lot more.

But sometimes
people get lost.

Even good people.

Too much money,
too much fame.

Where do l sign up?

Will you take the job,
Mr. D'Amour?

- Harry.
- Harry.

When do you
want me to start?

Come to the show
with me.

lt's his last performance
in L.A. tonight.

l want you to see him
with an audience.

They love him.

Do you?

l didn't marry him
for love, Mr. D'Amour.

- Tonight?
- Sure.

Okay.

(cat calls)

photographer: Over here!

Here! Here!

Excuse me.

Go ahead.

Sorry.

Hey.

- l'm glad you could make it.
- Are you kidding?

This is a big deal
for me.

l gotta have the tux
back by midnight.

Swann: Valentin!

Valentin!

Shh, shh, shh,
l'm here.

The guy
with Dorothea...

is that him?

Okay.

- Check if he's ready.
- Ready?

Ready.

How the f*ck
does he do that?

lt's wires.

l don't see no wires.

So, what is it?
Magic?

Ladies and gentlemen...

you are standing
on the threshold of a miracle.

(applause)

(thunderclap)

Come with me
into the great beyond.

He's good.

You haven't seen
anything yet.

This is
the new illusion.

(groaning)

Have you seen
this before?

(wailing)

There's something
wrong here.

Oh!

Aah!

(retching)

(gasping)

(groaning)

(clamoring)

For God's sake!

Hey, wait a minute,
who are you?

Oh, God.

Please.

(wheel creaking)

Please, Dorothea.

Come away.

lt's no use.

(sparks snapping)

(groaning)

l got you,
you f*ck!

Who did this, D'Amour?

Who k*lled Swann?

You did.

Didn't you?

Why would l
do that?

Beats me.

You don't have a clue
what you're into, do you?

- l feel it!
- Shh, shh, shh.

Deep sh*t?

(groans)

Who did this?

lt-- lt was...

lt was...

lt was--

(shouting)

And this Butterfield guy?

Vanished.

Another f*cking magician.
Jesus.

You through with me?

For now.

You planning on
moving back to New York?

No, not yet.

- They treating you all right?
- Yeah.

l heard
what happened.

l think l'm gonna
stick around for a while.

Maybe dig in places
that cops wouldn't look.

l wouldn't know
where you'd start.

Maybe with
the other illusionists?

They won't
tell you anything.

l can be
very persuasive.

Yeah.

l think
you probably can.

(music playing)
Magic moments.

When two hearts
are caring.

Magic moments.

Memories we've been sharing.

l'll never forget the moment

we kissed that night
at the hayride.

The way that we hugged
and tried to keep warm

while taking a sleigh ride.

Magic moments.

When two hearts
are caring.

Scotch on the rocks.

Where did you learn that?

Oh, this-- this here,
at birth.

(chuckling)

Are you a professional

or did you just come here
to watch the shows?

Bit of both.

l know most of the young kids
are coming up,

but l didn't recognize you.

Well, l'm in
from New York.

l, uh, came out to see Swann.

Yes, Swann, Swann.

Jeez, that was a tragedy
you know.

Mind you, the general thinking
around this place was

that is was
just a question of time.

So he was taking
a lot of risks?

Gee, you better believe it.

A lot of risks.

Oh, my name's Walter Wilder
by the way.

Not the Walter Wilder?

Dear boy,
the one and the only.

(chuckling)

Take a couple of cards
and try this nonsense.

So, if you, um--
lf you knew Swann,

you must've known Vinovich.

Yeah.

Vinovich knew Swann
way, way back.

He said there were
a lot of drugs around,

a lot of crazy sh*t.

Let me ask you
something, Walter.

l'd love to

hang with you guys
for a little while.

Well, magicians are
a pretty cagey bunch.

Uh, l suppose the question
of who do you know.

Actually, nobody.

Well, you do now.

Now, down here
is what they call the repository.

Behind those
locked doors

lies every secret of magic
known to mankind.

- You ever been in there?
- Me? No, no.

No, there are only
three keys.

Vinovich has got one,
of course.

lt is more
than entertainment.

We are opening up
people's heads.

We are bringing miracles
back into their miserable little lives.

But they're fake miracles.

Houdini believed
he had spirit guides.

You believe that?

l believe

that we walk
a narrow path

between...

Heaven and hell?

Divinity and trickery.

So then, sometimes

the miracles
are real.

No, they are
always fake.

The saints, the messiahs,
they were just illusionists.

You could walk
on water?

l can reproduce any miracle
that has ever been performed...

with a little preparation.

Even one of
Swann's miracles?

- They were no damn good.
- Really?

That's funny 'cause l heard
that he was one of the best.

lf he was so good,
why is he so dead?

You tell me.

No?

l figured you'd have
some theory.

Theories.
l have many theories.

Well, l'd like
to hear one of them.

No!

l'm not saying
another word.

You damn fool,
Wilder.

This man
is a journalist!

No, no, l'm not
a journalist.

l just wanted to know
about Swann.

He was a freak.

Everything he did
was tainted.

- With what?
- Evil!

He was evil.

Are you coming?

Do not speak
another word to this man

if you wish
to keep my company.

That's a great accent, by the way.
What is it, Brooklyn?

Hey, f*ck you,
all right?

(door slams)

man: Harry.

l've got to be careful.

- lf Vinovich sees me
talking to you...

- What do you
want, Billy?

l heard a name.

Someone they talk about
in whispers.

Who?

Nix.

He's dead now,
but l think maybe he taught Swann.

Who's doing
the talking?

Vinovich.

But you burned
your bridges there.

This is me.

Good luck.

l loved what you did
in there.

What are you
looking at?

l just want somebody to find out
what Philip saw in those damn cards

and stop it
from happening.

Divinity and trickery.

Jennifer Desiderio's
disappeared.

(hisses)

(monstrous scream)

(phone ringing)

sh*t.

(ring)
- Oh!

- D'Amour.
- Harry, l know it's late.

Oh, that's okay.

How'd it go today?

Went up
to the Magic Castle.

You were right, he didn't have
a lot of friends up there.

They were jealous
of him.

Why?
Because he had you?

He didn't have me.
l told you.

Yeah, you didn't marry him
for love.

So, why did you
marry him?

That's none
of your business, Harry.

You ever hear
of somebody called Nix?

Dorothea?

Yeah, l'm here.
Um...

No, l don't know
the name.

What about
Jennifer Desiderio?

lt doesn't ring a bell.
Um...

Harry, l have to go.

That's it?

All right, look, l'll, uh...
keep digging.

Yeah.
You do that.

(echoing)
Ever watched a man die?

Yes.

"Desiderio."

(door opening, closing)

What the f*ck
are you doing here?

Looking for you.

- l tried the hotel.
- So why you'd come here?

You're a detective
with no clues.

Where else are you
going to look?

Do you mind?

l'm going to keep
this brief.

Here's $30,000.

What for?

A ticket home.

No, you didn't hire me,
she did.

She wants me off the job,
l wanna hear it from her.

- She doesn't want
to see you.

- No?
- No.

- People are dying here.
- Yes.

lt's a terrible tragedy.

ls that all
you have to say?

lt's a f*cking terrible
tragedy?

- l want to know why.
- Why people die?

Give it up, D'Amour.

Go home.

Don't try to see her,
D'Amour.

Just leave her alone.

Lock up, will you?

Jennifer has only ever had
one visitor.

- Mr. Quaid?
- Right.

- He's dead, isn't he?
- Yeah.

Heard it
on the news.

Jennifer doesn't know.

And frankly, this isn't the best time
for her to be told.

l won't say anything.

She's been with us for four years
and she was coming along nicely.

Past month she's been
worse than ever.

What's her problem?

She has no real grip
on reality.

- Does anybody?
- Oh, yes.

We have to agree
on what's real and what's not.

That's what
holds us together.

What does Jennifer
think is real?

She thinks the devil's
coming for her.

Have we met
before?

No.

Only l-- l forget.

They give me pills,
you know,

to make me even.

And l, uh...

l forget things.

You didn't forget me.

l just came by to see if you remembered
a man named Butterfield.

Maybe. l, um...

l-- l don't.

That's okay.
What about Philip Swann?

l knew Swann.

He's a f*cking liar.

Why is that?

He said he knew
how to protect us.

But he didn't
know anything.

He made us think
it was over and done with.

What was?

l don't wanna think
about it.

lf l think about it, he'll--
he'll hear me.

He'll-- He'll find me.

Swann?

l told you.
l don't want to--

- Gr-- No.
- Jennifer?

- No, no!
- What is it? What is it?

- No, no, no!
- Calm down. Just calm down.

No, no, no!

No, he'll get me!

He's not-- He's not--
He's not-- He's--

Who's not gonna
get you?

Nix. Nix.

- And he's the Puritan?
- Yes! Yes.

- And he's dead?
- No, no.

He's coming back.

He's-- He's digging
his way out.

l'll take care
of her now.

Jennifer!

(car horn honking)

(tires squealing)

(impact thud)

Jesus.

(music playing)
While the blood's

You better
get yourself religion

and try to serve the Lord.

While the blood's

Yes, while the blood's
running warm in your vein.

While the blood's
running warm in your vein.

You better get yourself religion

and try to serve the Lord.

While the blood
running warm in your vein.

(line ringing)

Valentin: Swann residence.

Yeah, l want to talk
to Dorothea.

l'm afraid she's not home.

Well, when will she
be home?

Who is it?

Crank call.

l'll get the number changed.

No word from D'Amour yet?

lt's better he's gone.

He would've done
more harm than good.

Better for whom?

Me?

l don't think so.

Try him again
at the hotel.

(keypad beeps)

(line ringing)

This is Billy.

Billy.
Harry D'Amour.

Listen, suppose l wanted to get
into the repository at the Magic Castle.

(scratching)

D'Amour: There ya go.

You ever done something
like this before?

l've had my moments.

- Hold that up.
- Yup.

They've gotta
have this place rigged.

- How?
- lt'll be something hokey.

Whoa.

Let's have
a look around.

Billy.

Butterfield's pal
had this carved on his forehead.

Any idea what it is?

Nope.

What'd l tell you?
So f*cking hokey.

What have we
got here?

- Get the files.
- f*ck the files.

Billy, get the files!

Go on!

Jesus!

l could have lost
my f*cking hands!

That would have kept you
out of the magic circle.

Which was presumably...
the idea.

Why don't you take
a look through these?

Go on, Billy.

These must be
about Nix.

The Puritan?

Hey.

Take a look at that.

A Nix specialty?

l don't know
any of these tricks.

Maybe they're not
tricks.

What did
Vinovich say?

Something about walking
the path between...

Trickery and divinity.
Yeah, he's saying that all the time.

And he said that
because he knew.

Son of a b*tch.

He'd seen these
and he knew.

Knew what?

Harry!

(gasping)

Harry!
Get it off of me!

Where the f*ck are you?

Hold it
right there.

l said hold--

Hokey enough
for you?

l'm out
of here, man.

Comin'?

Yeah.

l'm comin'.

l can't let you in.

This is the way
he wanted it.

No autopsy...

... no embalming...

nobody meddling
with his body.

"Flesh is a trap,"
that's what he used to say.

"Flesh is a trap...

and magic sets us free."

And why did you
come back?

l've been doing
some digging.

What did you find?

Jennifer Desiderio,
for one.

She threw herself
in front of a car this afternoon.

Why don't you
tell me the truth?

Nix ran some kind
of a cult, right?

Some kind
of a Charlie Manson deal?

lt was more
than that, l think.

He was the real thing,
wasn't he?

Swann said
he could do stuff, yes.

Like?

He could levitate,
juggle fire...

and he could
get into people's heads...

make them see things.

- Terrible things.
- What things?

l don't know.

And he taught
some of this to Swann?

Yes, some of it.

So then, Swann
wasn't performing illusions,

he was doing magic.

Yes.

And what, you thought he should
be using it to cure cancer

instead of
making millions?

- Look, l told you--
- Yeah, right, l know, too much fame.

That'd be enough to turn
anybody's head, including yours.

Oh, f*ck you.

You're the one who said
you weren't with him for love.

- Well, l wasn't.
- Then what?

What the hell
was going on here?

- l was grateful to him.
- For what?

Everything l had
l owed to him.

(sighs)

And he loved me.

He couldn't always show it,
but he felt it.

He thought Nix
was coming back, didn't he?

(books thudding)

Didn't he?

l can't help you
unless you talk to me!

- You can't help me.
- You don't know that!

A thing?

Nothing you don't want.

l was so afraid.

Don't be.

Nix can't hurt
you now.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

He's dead.

l know.

l was the one
who shot him.

l was 12.

Nix took me hostage

to get Swann
to come to him.

And they all came.

- Yeah.
- Quaid and Jennifer and--

Swann and Pimm.

(wind howling)

What was that?

Valentin?

Harry, wait!

Valentin?

What the hell?

lt's him. lt's Nix.

Dorothea, stay there.

(gasps)

Find Valentin!

Find him and get him in here.
Now!

This is sacrilege.

Are you
satisfied now?

No.

Don't worry,
l'm not hurting him.

(screams)

Looks like you're not
a widow after all.

Sit down.

You rigged the illusion
to fail, right?

Yes.

You set up
the fake body, yes?

Yes.

And then what?

Because l was getting too close
to something or...

someone
you called Swann?

No, first l tried
to pay you off.

Was it
Swann's idea?

lt was mine.

l didn't want
any more bloodshed.

That's why we went
to all this trouble,

so that Nix would have
no one to come after.

Nix is dead and buried,
for f*ck's sake!

What the hell is wrong
with you people?

Haven't you seen enough
to know that doesn't matter?

l want to meet with Swann
face to face.

Why can't you
just let this alone?

Let everyone
think it's over.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe we should
just let him stay dead.

Couldn't stay away,
could you?

(rats squeaking)

Had to see who cried
over you the most, huh?

You know...

a lot of people are gonna
be really pissed off

when they find out
you're still alive.

And they will,
you know.

No matter how much sh*t
you bury yourself under, you're gonna--

(distant scuttling)

You shouldn't have
followed me, D'Amour.

How do you
do that?

Now l'm going to
have to k*ll you.

l don't think so.

You need me alive.

Why? So you can f*ck
the woman l love?

lf you love her so much,
why did you widow her?

What a waste.

You can do sh*t that most of us
can only dream about.

And you go around pretending
it's just some trick.

lllusionists get Las Vegas
contracts, D'Amour.

Magicians get burned.

Yeah, or m*rder*d
like Nix.

Oh, he deserved it.

Well, maybe he doesn't feel
that way.

Maybe he's digging himself
out of that hole you put him in right now.

That's what
you're hiding away from, isn't?

l did it for Dorothea.

Yeah?

Now that l'm dead,
the spotlight's off her.

So Nix won't be
looking for her.

l betrayed him.

But she shot him.

Now, if l'm Nix,
that'd piss me off a little bit.

l don't know
what else to do.

Help me.

Look...

... if Nix is back
from the dead,

then he is
some kind of a God...

and he'll find you
wherever the f*ck you go.

But if he's just another
phony messiah...

... then you can stage
the greatest comeback in history.

Who's there?

Ugh!

Easy.

Ow!

l've sometimes
thought

that if l'd had
another profession,

l would have
been a surgeon.

To be able to heal
with one little cut.

(screaming)

No!

Say that those eyes of yours were--
were troubling you.

- Please.
- l could just scoop them out.

No, don't.

Then tell me
where Nix is buried.

l don't know.

Aah!

Wait! Wait!

l'll tell you.

Oh, you'll do
more than that.

(stirs)

(chanting in foreign language)

(roars)

(screaming)

Clemenzia?

Clemenzia!

Clemenzia.

ls there somebody there?

(gasps)

(screams)

l'm... l'm sorry.

Jesus, Valentin.

l'm sorry.

(screams)

No.

Swann: l can do
a lot of sh*t D'Amour.

But you know that.

l like playing
with people's heads.

ls that the best you can do?

lt's important
to distract them

from their banality
for a few minutes.

Doesn't mean much
in the end,

they're all gonna die.

But you're not.

Oh, l was going to discover
the secrets of the universe.

That's why l liked Nix.

He promised me
all these explanations.

But he didn't have them.

He had something.

Showed me how
to bend the rules,

a little levitation,
few fireworks.

- ls that all?
- No. At the end...

when we had him cornered

he got into my head.

Showed me what
we really look like

when the veneer's gone.

Jelly.

sh*t.

And you believed him?

l saw it with my own
f*cking eyes.

See, that's his
best trick.

No illusions,
just the truth.

Are you ready for that?

Thought not.

Dorothea!

D'Amour!

What is it?

Did Dorothea know
where Nix was buried?

No.

Did Valentin?

Yes.

Do you like
the look of these?

l made them myself...

... to set him free.

Why did you wait
so long?

l didn't have
the skill

to resurrect him.

To teach myself,

that took time.

Think he'll be in a fit state
to resurrect after 13 years?

lf he was just a man

like me, then no.

But... he's not.

What is he, then?

Maybe he'll show you.

(Valentin grunts)

Anything?

Not yet.

- lf you have lied to me--
- No, l swear!

This is the place
Swann told me about.

- The rocks--
- Five more minutes.

- Are you hearing me?
- l'm doing my best.

What have you
got there?

f*ck!

Butterfield!

He's in the corner!

Don't touch him.

lt's him.

(rumbling)

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Smell it.

He's coming.
He's coming.

(chanting)
He will come.

He will come.
He will come.

He will come.

(coughs)

Swann!

Help me!

Get out of the car.

Get out
of the f*ck' car!

(door closes)

Swann!

D'Amour,
he's got Dorothea.

- And Nix?
- Yes.

- Don't bother about me.
- Shut up!

We've already lost
enough lives.

Please accept...
my apologies, D'Amour.

For what?

You're going to lose
one more.

No.

No!

He's better off
this way.

Nobody's better off
this way.

You don't get it,
do you, D'Amour?

This is where
we're all goin'.

Do you wish him
amongst us?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Will you come unto him
upon your knees?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Be ready.

Oh!

(grunting)

Listen, you got
everything you want.

You don't need me.

No, but he will,
after what you did to him.

He'll want vengeance.

Christ in heaven!

My lord.

He's coming home.

He's with us.

Hold her!

(exhales)

Open your eyes.

(screams)

- He's with us.
- He's with us.

Where is Swann?

- He's dead.
- No, he isn't.

l swear.

Children.

Yes, master?

Will you suffer
to come unto me?

(sobbing)

Ooh!

(distant screaming)

Jesus.

What the hell
is goin' on in there?

At a guess,
they just resurrected him.

f*ck!

l've come back
to bring you

the wisdom
of the grave.

- Will you hear it?
- Yes.

(groaning)

Follow me.

Do l know you,
child?

Yes.

l do, don't l?

No g*n
this time, child?

Where is Swann?

l-- l don't know
where he is.

Oh...

He'll come.

We have unfinished business,
he and l.

This is where
we k*lled him.

Looks like
you didn't try hard enough.

l can't go
any further.

Aah!

Where is she,
you f*ck, huh?

Are you ready
for my wisdom?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Here is
my wisdom.

(rumbling)

(shrieking)

Go! Help her!

You see, l escaped
from the grave...

so l have to give something
to the grave in return.

Yes. Show us.

Show us, Puritan.

Show us.

(thunder rumbling)

(laughing)

l have to give
something back...

so l'm giving you.

What's happening?

(gasping)

(shouting)

- Aah!
- Go ahead, bleed.

Bleed!

Aah!

(howls)

(screaming)

What are you doing?

You're not... worthy.

None of you.

f*ck you!

Only Swann...
is worthy.

You just waited
like lambs.

Well...

l'm not
your shepherd.

(groaning)

(muffled screams)

You're not Swann.

Who are you?

Oh, l know
what you want.

(Dorothea screams)

Hold on!

Nix!

There you are.

Come on!

l've had a long time

to think about you.

Where did l
go wrong?

And?

l should have been honest
with you from the start.

l wasn't born to show people
the error of their ways.

l was born

to m*rder the world.

You can still help me do that
if you want.

Why would l wanna
do that?

The lady has a new love
in her life.

Your friends
are all dead.

No one
can save you now

but me.

- Come on!
- We can't leave him there!

(groaning)

l'm not going to!

Back off!

b*tch!

Butterfield!

Will you help me?

Yes.

And you know l'll k*ll you
when we're done.

l have to.

- Yes.
- But until then,

it'll be just
the two of us.

The way
it always was.

Yes.

Wait.

You still feel something
for that b*tch?

Yes.

Will...

... you...

... never...

... learn?

She's just flesh,
Swannie boy!

l'll show you.

(groaning)

Dorothea?

Where is she?
Where did she go?

You've got
Swann's disease.

You think that
with a little courage

and a little love...

that it'll all be
all right.

Tell me where she is
and l'll make it go away.

Dig, D'Amour.

No.

Touch the darkness.

No.

lt's been waiting
for you.

No! No.

- Harry.
- No.

- Harry, it's not real.
- No!

Now, listen to me,
listen to me.

Look at me!

You'll be okay.

There you are, child.

Come along, child.

(screaming)

What are you
seeing now?

There.

Dorothea.

One last...

illusion.

What's it
going to be?

- Fire to burn out your eyes?
- Let's go!

l'm sure Swann
loved your eyes.

You shouldn't have
taken him away from me.

We were going to
be together.

When l finished
with the world,

we were going to
keep each other company...

in the dark.

But l'm on my own.

We're all
on our own.

The grave is lonely.

But living is worse.

D'Amour.

What the f*ck
are you?

A man who wanted
to be a God...

then changed
his mind.

l'm going to be
rotten sh*t from now on.

The car.

Can you raise me up
like the car?

l'm going to show the world
what's waiting at the end.

And l am going to
make it...

... despair.

Nix!

Aah!

f*ck!

Aah!

(screaming)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

lt's me.
Shh, shh, shh.

ls it finished?

l think so.

Run.

Run!

And the fire said to me--

said to me...

... "Hush!

You will see flesh
with a God's eyes."

l was born...

to m*rder the world.

Dorothea: "Flesh is a trap."

That's what
he used to say.

"Flesh is a trap,

and magic
sets us free."