Witchcraft VI (1994)

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[heavy breathing]

[laughter]

MAN: Keep your eyes on the road.

WOMAN: [inaudible]

MAN: Oh.

WOMAN: Oh.

MAN: Hey, yes.

WOMAN: [panting]

REPORTER [RADIO]:
And the city board

says another girl has been found
dead in the Hollywood Hills.

The girl, the second
in only one week,

has been identified as a student
from Holy Trinity College.

No other information
has been released.

The police still
have no leads and are

advising all women to
take extra precautions

until the k*ller is found.

WOMAN: [laughing]

REPORTER [RADIO]: In
other news, astronomers

all over the world eagerly
await the full lunar

eclipse, the first in 66 years.

The last eclipse
occurred in 1928.

[sirens]

Jesus Christ, Garner.

If you're sick, go
to the hospital.

It's that damn Mexican food.

I can't do anything about it.

Oh, man.

I need a drink Here.

We got a cause of death?

No.

They can't figure it out.

Oh yeah, she's warm.

Like a doughnut straight
out of the oven, huh?

Jesus Garner.

Hey, we can still
smell the perfume.

Do we have an ID?

Her name's Peggy Malone.

Age, 27.

Says she's got blue eyes.

Not a bad looker, huh?

Jesus Christ, Gardner.

The poor girl is
dead and you think

she's worth a roll in the hay.

You're f*cking
disgusting, you know that?

Oh sh*t.

I don't need this.

GARNER: Hey, captain.

How you doing?

Looks like she's in a trance.

Just like the other two, sir.

No signs of penetration.

No visible wounds.

Coroner says she's
been embalmed.

This all you two
morons can figure out?

Jesus Christ.

This makes number three, Lutz.

If there's a number four, you're
going to be picking your d*ck

while you're directing traffic.

So you better get your
head out of your fat a*s

and solve this case.

It's a g*dd*mn miracle the press
hasn't gone public with this.

And you-- wipe that sh*t
eating grin of your face.

Captain, we are
making progress.

We're pursuing numerous
leads and we believe that--

Leads?

Arrest somebody.

Don't give me this
Marianne sh*t about,

we've got numerous leads.

Jesus, I can turn
on the television

and hear that bullshit.

I wouldn't want to be a
woman in this town with cops

like you jerking off dropping
doughnuts into your fat traps

and doubling for an episode
of "Laverne and Shirley"

while some Psycho
Sid son of a b*tch

is out there playing Russian
Roulette with my mortality.

If I get woken up in
the middle of the night

with another one of these
calls, you are off the case.

I don't get it.

What?

"Laverne and Shirley"
was not a bad show.

Shut up, Garner.

Just shut up.

Hey, you all right, man?

Can I get yo anything else?

What do you have in mind?

That'll be $1.68.

Keep the change.

When was the last time
you saw an optometrist.

I don't see [inaudible]

[inaudible] talking to you man.

Hold up.

I really like Country-Western.

How about you?

Me too.

Can I buy you a
shake or something?

No thanks, I'm
waiting for someone.

Hm, lucky someone.

My name's Jonathan.

What's others?

Mary.

Like the virgin.

Excuse me.

This is starting to
give me a headache.

Nada.

Four weeks of this and
nothing to show for it.

Betty?

What?

Where are those new files
on cause of death unknown?

Right here.

Put them on my desk, will you?

Anything else I
can get for you?

Anymore doughnuts?

It's going to be a long night.

What am I, your secretary?

Thanks, hun.

Garner.

Look at this, from
San Francisco.

Victim found with
no visible wounds.

Cause of death unknown,
time of death unknown.

Body found embalmed,
only a small gold cross

found around her neck.

We got a link here.

Betty.

BETTY: What?

Give this cop from
San Francisco a call.

Mmm.

We got a link here.

Well, it's about time.

Oh, and Betty.

What?

I think you should stop wearing
that cross around your neck.

It was my grandmother's.

I never take it off.

Hey, just looking out for you.

I don't want to be sitting
here looking at your picture

next week.

Wonder what that
looks like, huh?

Your date isn't very punctual.

He must have forgot.

How could someone
forget a girl like you?

I would never forget
a girl like you.

You wouldn't?

No.

I feel like a drink.

What do you say?

I have a drink.

No, no, I mean a
real drink-- something

with a little more kick to it.

Have you ever had
a screaming orgasm?

What?

Well, it's a drink.

Oh, I don't think alcohol.

Who said it was a drink?

Christ, if It's not some
psycho that kills me,

it'll be your cigarette smoke.

Hey, I'm under a lot of
pressure here, all right?

Let's put out an APB.

An APB?

Hm.

On who?

Well, we have that description
from that witness, no?

You call this sorry piece
of sh*t a description?

Six foot, muscular, cute a*s?

That's half the
guys in this city.

All right, well, we
have to do something

to please the captain.

Yeah, and blowing smoke
up our asses ain't it.

Some woman out there's going
to be this guy's next victim.

And what are we doing about it?

Sorry.

Ow!

Sorry.

I owe you one.

Well, thanks for
walking me home.

Sure.

You live here alone?

Mm-hm.

Must get kind of scary
living here by yourself.

Or at least lonely.

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

Why so nervous?

Uh, look, Mister.

What did you say your name was?

Jonathan.

Jonathan, I hardly know you.

OK.

You're right, I'm sorry.

I just find myself
very attracted to you.

Your beauty and your charm.

How sweet.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Coffee?

Tea?

Maybe something cold.

Cool me off.

OK.

OK, there's cranberry
juice, ginger ale,

chocolate milk, tomato juice?

You have a beer?

No.

Of course you don't.

I'll have tomato juice.

Pretend it's a Bloody Mary.

WOMAN: [moan]

MARY: [moan]

Jesus, Garner.

Which side are you on?

Man, you're like a
bull in a china shop.

Look at this.

I think you found
something, boy-o.

And everybody thinks
you're stupid.

Betty!

MARY: [moan]

What?

LUTZ: Go down to the
morgue Tell the coroner

we need tight
shots on every inch

of Peggy Malone's body, ASAP.

The morgue?

Go down to the newsstand.

They got pictures of live ones.

Hey, and pick us up
some doughnuts on the way

back-- fresh ones, huh?

Oh, if you have time.

You are both disgusting pigs.

You know that.

Just doing our jobs.

Well, you don't have
to enjoy it so much.

We got ourselves a
genuine psycho here.

Jesus.

Ritual killings, man.

I think we need some
professional help on this one.

Well, it works for me, man.

I'm open to anything
at this point.

Betty, come here.

Yeah.

You ever get a hold of
that cop in San Francisco.

No, but somebody else did.

What do you mean?

k*lled.

m*rder*d.

Jesus.

Yeah.

Look, we need files
on every single expert

in the occult who's ever
stepped foot in this place.

That's a lot of files.

Then you better get on it ASAP.

Whatever happened to good
old fashioned m*rder, huh?

This supernatural mumbo
jumbo gives me the creeps.

Really.

Reminds me of that scary
TV series in the '60s.

There's this pool hustler
guy who runs into this wacko.

They get this bet going on.

He doesn't realize he's
playing the devil in disguise.

What's your point?

It was a great episode.

It was.

I think she was a virgin.

Was.

You idiot.

You screwed her?

You know I can't
touch any of them.

Why do you think I
need you so badly, Cat?

More.

[moaning]

Jesus.

Time to wake up and
smell the coffee.

If only you'd make it for us.

Now, here's a list of
all the most recent cases

having to do with
the occult and here's

a list of people involved.

Look at all these people.

This is going to take forever.

Well, if I were you, I'd
start with this guy over here

on the bottom-- Will Spanner.

Will Spanner, divorce lawyer.

Sounds like a bad TV series.

What the hell's a divorce lawyer
going to know about the occult?

Don't you ever read the papers?

This guy Spanner's helped the
department out with the occult

before.

Word is his father
was some kind of

high ranking devil worshipper.

Whoa.

He sounds like our best bet.

We find him, he finds our man,
and we get all the credit.

Get me everything
you can on this guy.

I'll pay him a visit.

What?

Please?

Thank you?

You're welcome.

OK, look.

I want you to round
up all these loonies.

Bring them to the
blue room tomorrow.

Why the blue room?

Because I want this Spanner
guy to watch the questioning

from behind the mirror.

Tell us what we don't see.

And I suppose I have
to pick him up too?

No.

You and I will pay him a visit
tomorrow morning at his home.

I love getting
lawyers out of bed.

Speaking of bed, where's Betty?

I heard that.

We're going home, out together.

You want to join me?

Stick with your
hand tonight, Garner.

Only if you do the same, baby.

Come on, let's get out of here.

[inaudible]

[gasp]

What's wrong?

Nothing, I'm OK.

[knocking]

Who the hell is that?

[knocking]

It's going to be
a great weekend.

Mm-hm.

First in the shower.

[knocking]

[knocking]

[knocking]

Garner.

Uh, Mr. Spanner?

SPANNER: Yeah.

GARNER: Mr. Will Spanner.

What do you want?

LAPD, homicide.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

I'd like to see your IDs.

All right, come on in.

Thanks.

Thank.

Sorry.

So you want to tell me
what this is all about?

Well, we'd prefer to do
this downtown, Mr. Spanner.

You telling me me
you're under arrest?

Not at all.

Just want to ask
you some questions.

About what?

Well, you've heard about
the murders, haven't you?

The women?
-Yeah?

So what's that
got to do with me?

Our records show that you
have some special knowledge

of the occult.
And we have reason

to believe that our suspect
is k*lling these women

for some ritualistic purpose.

And we think you might be able
to help us find our suspect.

Guys, I'm a divorce lawyer.

I deal with dead
marriages, not dead women.

Ha, that's funny.

It would mean a great deal to
the department, Mr. Spanner.

We have no leads, nothing.

We're hanging at the
end of a rope here.

Innocent women
are being m*rder*d.

You could help us
save the next victim.

Good book.

Put that back.

Lutz here.

COP [RADIO]: Unit 238.

Go ahead.

COP [RADIO]: We just found
another girl-- Whitely Heights.

LUTZ: Jesus Christ.

COP [RADIO]: We're
going to need you

down at the morgue immediately.

We'll be right there.

It's number four.

You see what I mean?

Why don't you come down with us?

Maybe you'll see
something we don't.

All right, let me get dressed.

So what do you think?

About what?

I was just asking.

You're in a big hurry.

Who is it?

It's the police.

Making house calls at 7 AM?

They think I can help in
their investigation, honey.

What investigation?

Will?
-I don't know.

I'll know more later.

Will, we had plans for today.

I know, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

We'll do it next weekend.

I promise.

Now, I got to go.

WOMAN: Will.

SPANNER: Yeah.

We can't go through this again.

I know.

Come here.

[clears throat]

Catch a look at her crotch?

I haven't gotten that far yet,
but I'm sure that what's down

there won't surprise me, Garner.

No, no, no.

I'm not talking about that.

Take a look at that.

That mean anything
to you, counselor?

Counselor?

Counselor, are you all right?

[moaning]

She's marked for sacrifice.

Sacrifice to who?

Satan.

Satan.

The Satan?

Mr.-- Mr. Goober.

That is pronounced joo-bear.

Mr. Jew Bear, can you
tell me the significance

of these markings here?

Does it mean anything
supernatural?

Well?

[speaking french]

What does it mean?

Well, it reminds
me of a necklace

my mother used to wear before
the [inaudible] marched

into Vichy.

What?

--[speaking french] I'd
given her this necklace.

But then, the Germans, they came
in and they took everything.

they were [speaking french]

Mister-- Mr. G?

Stick to the subject, OK?

We're not hear to discuss your
family history, all right?

So you getting
anything from this guy?

No, this guy's a fruit cakes.

Get rid of him.

--significance of
these markings here.

It is the symbol of our lord
almighty's love for all those

who think of him
as the only savior.

Mister-- Mr. G?

This is a very important
police investigation.

And I must tell you that after
listening to you now and all

the other fruit cake
I've listened to today,

I think you're full of sh*t.

You know, what gives
you the authority

to be spouting off this crap?

It says here you
own a small fortune

telling shop at Silver Lake.

Now, why the hell
should I believe

anything you have to say, pal?

Because, monsieur,
I am the collected

for our lord almighty.

Is that right?

Oui.

At this moment, I am preparing
for the coming of our lord.

Oh?

Oh, when is that?

A week from this Tuesday
around dinner time.

Around dinner time.

He's going to be very hungry
from his journey. [inaudible].

OK, pal.

We have everything
we need from you.

Thanks

Merci, officer.

Our lord will look very
favorably upon you.

Yeah, whatever you say.

How you like that
one, counselor?

You see this, counselor?

Belongs to my wife.

This belonged to the deceased.

What can you tell us about her?

She was a beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful pretty girl.

Blonde, blue eyes.

Oh she always want
to be a cheer leader.

Oh, but she never make
it to the first cut.

That is when she became-- when
she became oh lord, religious.

Right.

She died a painful death.

Oh, I can feel her suffocating.

No, she was stabbed
in the heart.

No, the throat.

You sure about this?

f*ck you.

You asked me here.

I'm doing you a favor.

Don't you call me a liar.

I'll break your f*cking neck!

Hey, watch your
language, as*h*le.

This is a police station.

I'm kind of nervous.

I've never been inside
a police station before.

So--

Uh huh.

What can you tell us
about the deceased?

Oh, oh, uh, yes.

She-- she was a
f*cking nympho, man.

I mean, this girl enjoyed it
very-- if you know what I mean.

What do you mean?

I mean, this girl came before
she went if you get my drift.

Hey, look.

Do you think you can
give me the panties?

Because I can tell
you a lot more

if you give me the panties.

You're disgusting.

Get the hell out of here.

Wait, just give me
a few more minutes.

She was a big girl.

What do you mean big?

Big boobs.

Big boobies.

She had big n*pples.

I think that's from
having so many children.

What can you tell
us about the k*ller?

--[speaking spanish]
your k*ller--

your k*ller used to work at
a taco stand in El Segundo.

And before that-- before that,
he worked at a service station

in Paquime.

Madre-- and before that--

LUTZ: Yeah, thanks
for the job history.

We just want to know what
kind of criminal mind

we're dealing with here.

We're dealing with a bipolar
affective personality--

a man who seeks
pious women as a way

to resolve his own religious
repression dating as far

back as early childhood
Sunday school classes

where he was forced to do
things, awful things, which we

must not speak of in this room.

Well, that's why you're
here, pal-- to speak.

So can you help us out?

Hello?

Can you help us out?

OK, that's about all for today.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hey, sleeping beauty.

This is a big
f*cking waste of time

and it's really
starting to piss me off.

How many have we got left?

Just one.

Well, finally, we're
coming to an end.

How are you doing counselor?

How much longer do
I need to be here?

What, you're not
having a good time?

Hey, Garner.

Counselor here's not
having a good time.

Look, you've got me up
early on a Sunday morning.

Now you got me watching
the cast of "One

Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"?

Hey, you got to do
something better than this.

Hey, relax.

Just do your thing and
feel that rhythm of yours

and tell us which one of these
crackpots is talking sense.

We've got one more left.

So stop complaining and cut us
a little slack here, all right?

All right, but I need
to make a phone call.

Pay phone in the hallway.

Counselor, don't
disappear on us, OK?

Please, don't stare.

That mean anything to you?

Who does it belong to?

Your wife?

Don't be smart.

Surely you're not suggesting
that I sit here and lie to you.

Are you, officer?

Take a look at this photograph.

Does that mean anything to you?

Well?

Does it mean anything to you?

I regret to say
that it does not.

Mr. Savante--

[woman crying]

--these markings
mean nothing to you?

I thought you were some kind
of expert in the supernatural.

I own a small curio shop.

I deal in ancient artifacts.

I hardly see how that
qualifies me as some expert

on the supernatural.

Well, what the hell are you
doing here wasting your time?

You called me.

Frankly, I have no idea.

I apologize.

You can-- you can leave.

Thank you.

Oh, and good luck.

So what did you think
of that wacko, counselor?

Arrest him.

Him?

Yeah, he's your man.

OK, Spanner.

I tell you what we'll do.

We'll check his alibi, OK?

Why don't you go home and spend
some time with that pretty

little girl of yours
and put your thinking

cap on and look forward
to seeing us tomorrow, OK?

Great.

Savante, eh?

Yeah.

WOMAN; I was just on the
phone with the station.

Thanks for calling.

I'm sorry, honey.

I couldn't get to a phone.

Do you mind telling
me what's going on?

The police seem to
think their serial k*ller

is involved with the occult.
They want me to help find him.

Come on-- stay out of it, Will.

I can't stay out of it.

They won't let me
stay out of it.

Tell me something.

Do you have some sort
of crazy death wish?

Nope, I don't.

But innocent women
are being m*rder*d

and I just can't stand
by and watch it happen.

Just forget it.

I'll be all right.

They can't give me this time.

They can always get you, Will.

You wanted to see me.

Come here, my dear.

I encountered a most interesting
young man today-- Will Spanner.

Because that name
mean anything to you?

Of course.

He was once one of us.

But he rejected the
path of our lord.

I believe that he could be a
thorn in our side, so to speak.

I want you to pluck him.

So to speak?

Yes.

He could be a great service
to us with his powers.

I suspect that he is in contact
with our virgin sacrifice.

And he's protecting her from us.

Bring him back.

Bring him back to us the
best way you know how.

In some cultures,
they consider the egg

to symbolize the human soul.

I think of Mr. Spanner
as an egg, my dear.

Drive.

Danny, I can't.

Of course I still love you.

I got to call you back.

Any messages?

No.

But there's somebody
waiting for you.

Who is it?

Mrs. Rehnquist.

Well, where is she?

In your office.

What is she doing in my office?

Um, well, I didn't know when
you were going to be back.

And she was so insistent.

I thought you knew her.

[clears throat]

Excuse me, Mrs. Rehnquist.

What can I do for you?

That's a loaded question.

For me, a divorce.

What can I do for you?

Look, I'm very busy here.

I know you are.

That's why I've chosen
you to represent me.

My husband left
me six months ago

and I'd like to finalize the
divorce as soon as possible

so I can get on with my life.

Of course.

My husband thinks that
I've been promiscuous.

And he's trying to screw
me out of my money.

I simply want what's mine.

Well, have you
been promiscuous?

Who wants to know?

I do.

I need to know the facts if
I decide to represent you.

If you decide to represent me?

A lawyer who plays hard to get.

That's a new one.

Maybe we should
test my promiscuity.

No, I don't think so.

Besides, it would be
bad for your case.

Well, you know what they say.

There are some women whose
fidelities are the only link

they have with their husbands.

If you put a tail on him, you'll
see he's no different than me.

If you can prove it, then I'll
get the settlement I deserve.

That's him, the b*stard.

He's a handsome man.

I see better.

Well, are you going
to represent me?

I'll make it worth
your while, Will.

All right, my fee is $300.

An hour.

Fine.

You've made the right decision.

OK, you can see my
secretary on the way

out, fill out the proper
paperwork, Mrs. Rehnquist.

My husband bar tends
at The Black Cat.

I think he's having an affair
with one of the dancers there.

I'll see you soon, Will.

Good to see you.

[inaudible].

Can I get you a drink?

I'll have a scotch, please.

Thanks.

She's quite a looker, isn't she?

You really think so?

You don't?

Well, I suppose.

I've been f*cking
her for the last year.

Oh?

Guess by now I'm getting kind
of bored, you know what I mean?

Oh, sure.

Oh, so you've been
there too, I take it.

No, no I haven't been there.

But if you're interested,
I'm sure I can introduce you.

Might do you some good.

Jesus Christ, Spanner.

If you can't hold your alcohol,
don't f*cking drinking, huh?

I should have your a*s arrested.

You're a lawyer,
not an investigator.

What the f*ck you doing
snooping around here, anyway?

You're going to screw up
this entire investigation.

What are you talking about?

I was paid by a client
to tail her husband.

LUTZ: What?

Yeah.

Oh, and he just so happened to
be hanging at The Black Cat,

right?
-He's the bartender.

Is there something
strange about that?

Strange?

I'll tell you strange, pal.

It just so happens
that our friend

Savante owns The Black Cat.

A little too coincidental,
don't you think?

How easily the
flesh is corrupted.

Cat will enjoy this conquest.

You got to arrest him.

We can't.

We've got nothing on him.

Then why did you call me?

You know what?

Go f*ck yourself.

Don't say a word.

sh*t.

REPORTER [RADIO]:
Another chapter

in this tragic tale-- a fourth
woman has been m*rder*d.

The police are still baffled,
as no leads have been found.

Kelly?

Sorry about yesterday.

SPANNER: It's OK.

Think I can make it up to you?

I think you can.

What the hell's wrong with you?

SPANNER: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

And now, my child, prepare
your body for our lord Satan.

[scream]

You have failed me once again.

Dispose of her.

And if you fail me once
more, I will dispose of yo.

You morons seen
the morning paper?

What?

What?

Well, the mayor has
seen the morning paper.

And he has been on the
phone to me to find out why

this case hasn't been solved

We're right on top of it.

Right on top of it?

It's been a month.

You don't even have
anybody under arrest.

You don't even have
any f*cking suspects.

We've been working
hard on this case.

It hasn't been an
easy case, Captain.

You're right.
I mean,

Well, I don't care about
how hard you're working.

I want to see results.

Well, we have some results.

We do have results.

That's it, OK?

You guys are off the case.

Just take a look at our report.

I don't want to look
at your f*cking report.

Simon and Meikiwitz are
taking over this case.

Turn over your
file to them ASAP.

But Captain--

That is all.

Who the f*ck are you?

Hey, wait a second.

Hey, we're one step
away from uncovering

something her,e guys.

You can't just drop it.

Spanner, we're off the case.

So are you, pal.

Yeah, but we're so close.

Close but no cigar.

You ever hear that one?

Next time, huh?

Yeah.

You think it's that
nutso Savante, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Well, unfortunately,
we can't go

around locking people
up just because they

give you the creeps.

All right, Lutz.

I've tried to help.

You're making a big mistake.

How many more bodies have
to show up before you realize

what the hell's going on?

Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

Look, obviously I'm just
desperate enough to go

along with you on this one.

I want to solve this thing
just as bad as you do, Spanner.

You can count on me.

All right?

You have been a
great disappointment

to me, my darling Cat.

The eclipse draws near
and yet you have failed

to find the proper sacrifice.

What am I to do with you?

You must trust me.

I only need more time.

Time?

There is no more time.

Satan must have his virgin
mistress before the eclipse.

Only then will the forces
of hell be unleashed to lead

the way to the apocalypse.

That only gives us
until tomorrow night.

Perhaps I have
underestimated you, my dear.

As I said before, Mr. Spanner
holds the key to our sacrifice.

And yet you have been
most soft with him.

Careless, too.

Give me one more chance.

I promise I won't
disappoint you.

What are you doing?

Hi.

Don't you make appointments?

I was in the neighborhood.

Oh, right.

Dressed like that?

Like what?

I'm wearing a simple red dress.

Yeah.

Actually, I'm glad you
dropped by, Mrs. Rehnquist.

Oh?

SPANNER: I paid a visit to
your husband last night.

And?

And I feel there are some
things you're not telling me.

There's a lot I'm
not telling you.

It's a matter of asking
the right questions.

Here's a question.

What's the connection
between your husband

and Charles Savante?

Savante?

Savante.

I'm drawing a blank.

Look, Mrs. Rehnquist.

I've had one day to
follow up on your case.

I don't work at
the speed of light.

I bet you work extremely fast
under the proper circumstances.

Stop that, Mrs. Rehnquist.

Stop what?

This is not going
to help your case.

It helps more than you know.

[laughing]

Mr. Spanner-- Mr. Spanner,
are you all right?

How long have you
been standing there?

A few minutes.

That must've been
quite a day dream.

You were telling me what
you got on my husband.

Right.

You were right.

He did admit to having
an affair with a dancer.

Well, move on it.

That's what I'm paying you for

I'm moving as fast as
I can, Mrs. Rehnquist.

I've just been a bit tied up.

Hm, that's a thought.

SECRETARY [INTERCOM]: Mr.
Spanner, Kelly's on the line.

Tell her I'll be
right with her.

You have to go.

But we have more to talk about.

Then make an appointment.

Who's Kelly?

That's none of your concern.

But it is my concern.

Hi, honey.
KELLY [INTERCOM]: What's wrong?

You OK?
-No, nothing.

KELLY [INTERCOM]: Will--

Nothing, I'm just tired.

KELLY [INTERCOM]: Are
we still on for a movie?

No, I can't do that tonight.

KELLY [INTERCOM]: Why not?

No, I've got too
much work to do.

KELLY [INTERCOM]: I love you.

All right, I love you too.

Bye.

-Diane.
-Oh.

What's wrong?

Mr. Spanner, I'm sorry.

I'll get to that
letter immediately.

I'm not worried
about the letter.

I'm worried about you.

Oh Mr. Spanner, you're
such a good person.

Next to God, I think
you're the nicest person

in the whole world.

I don't know about that.

So you going to leave
me in suspense or what?

Oh, it's this guy.

I mean, he's really kind.

He's intelligent.

He's honest.

I think I really love him.

So what's the problem?

He's just going too fast,
you know what I mean?

I don't know, I just
finished school.

I just started this new job.

I'm just not ready
to go so fast.

Diane, I think it'll
work itself out.

Thank you, Mr. Spanner.

Thank you.

[ringing]

Mr. Spanner's office.

REHNQUIST [PHONE]:
This is John Rehnquist.

One moment.

It's Mr. Rehnquist.

What?

Yeah.

Hello?

REHNQUIST [PHONE]:
Is this Will Spanner?

Yes, this is he.

REHNQUIST [PHONE]: So
are you going to tell me

what's going on?

No, I'm not at liberty
to talk about your wife's

case, Mr. Rehnquist.

REHNQUIST [PHONE]: Would
you change your mind

if I mentioned a settlement?

What kind of settlement
are you talking about?

REHNQUIST [PHONE]:
Not on the phone.

I work at The Black Cat.

All right, I'll see
you there in an hour.

Might I suggest an
extremely dry vodka martini

straight up with an olive?

On the house, of course.

Good evening, Mr. Spanner.

So very nice to see the
face from behind the glass.

Charles Savante.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I am the owner of
this establishment.

The question is, what
are you doing here?

I like an occasional
drink after work.

Oh, I didn't realize
that you worked so late.

Oh, I forget.

You attorneys don't work
regular set shifts, do you?

That's right.

We don't follow a time clock.

Good for you.

It's almost a rather barbaric
notion, don't you think?

Punch in, punch
out-- almost inhuman.

Almost.

So tell me the
truth, Mr. Spanner.

What are you doing here?

Looking for me?

No.

Actually, I'm here on
business with a client.

Why hear, of all places?

It's confidential.

I'd prefer not to
talk about it anymore.

Something tells me otherwise.

Mmm?

What's that?

Oh, Let's just say
that I'm psychic.

Are you psychic, Mr. Spanner?

Lights are on.

She must be home.

Wish me luck.

Luck.

Where's the syringe?

You have it.

It's not in here.

God damn it.

It's in my purse.

I left it at Spanner's office.

You what?

You can be so stupid--

Shut up!

Just go make sure
she doesn't leave.

I'll go get it.

Go on!

Well, I'm sorry.

But if you can't respect
the way I feel about this,

then maybe we should break up.

OK, fine.

Then maybe we should break up.

I forgot my purse.

Oh, I have it, Mrs. Rehnquist.

You never left your number.

I would've called you.

What an exquisite ring.

Thank you.

I don't believe I've ever
seen one quite like it.

Ah, yeah, it's my
graduation ring.

I just graduated
from Sacred Heart.

You don't say?

Have you kept all of your vows?

Excuse me.

The vows of the church.

There are so few of us
who are strong enough

not to break them.

Yeah, well, my
boyfriend sure wishes

I would break one of those
vows, if you know what I mean.

I think I do, my dear.

I think I do.

You know, I don't believe
in any of that sh*t.

Psychic, supernatural,
extraterrestrial,

astrological, I don't
believe any of it.

Oh, but Will.

That's so cynical and so untrue.

Surely you realize
that there are

certain people who are chosen
to possess such abilities.

You know, I got to get going.

Does this subject
make you uncomfortable?

No, you make me uncomfortable.

Tell me, Mr. Spanner.

Have you ever used
any of your powers?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Come, come, Mr. Spanner.

I am an informed citizen.

I do read the papers.

I seem to recall some
articles from some time ago

involving you with activities of
the supernatural, so to speak.

Surely you don't
believe everything

you read in the papers.

Not everything.

But some things--
I seem to recall

these articles being buried in
the back of the second section.

I wonder how you managed that.

You know, I'd say this
was a pleasure if it were.

If I were you, I'd
hurry home, Mr. Spanner.

REPORTER [RADIO]: In
other news, a fifth girl

has been found m*rder*d
in the Hollywood Hills.

The police believe the killings
are religiously motivated

and are warning all
women to lock their doors

and stay inside.

And tonight, astronomers
all over the world

will be out in full force as
the lunar eclipse approaches.

You all right, honey?

All right.

MAN: sh*t.

WOMAN: What happened
to your hand?

MAN: She stabbed me with a
pair of f*cking scissors.

WOMAN: Ouch!

MAN: Not funny.

Guess what?

That wasn't our girl.

I've got our girl.

She's in the trunk--
Spanner's secretary

fresh out of convent school.

You're kidding.

Let's hope she kept her vows.

Oh, my poor baby.

What's wrong?

Call Lutz and tell him
to meet me at my office.

Don't go.

Lock these doors and don't
let anybody in, all right?

We have to get moving.

There's no more time to waste.

Well, I'm sorry.

I just wanted to relieve
some of this tension.

Of course you did, and
I rather enjoyed it.

But we have to get going.

I came as fast as I could.

What the hell happened here?

Well, let's just say
the unfaithful husband

I've been tailing is also the
same psycho you're looking for.

Jesus.

And he works for a woman
who calls herself Rehnquist.

Yeah, my guess is they're
both working for Savante.

Are you sure about this?

Lutz, they've
taken my secretary.

Christ.

I bet they're at The Black Cat.

No.

They've got to be at the
highest point of the city.

They've-- they've got to be as
close to the moon as possible.

Then there's only one
place they could be.

She's rather
sultry for a virgin.

I've spent my miserable
life with mortals.

Tonight, I shall serve
at the side of Satan.

She is the one.

Oh man, the only eclipse
in my lifetime and I

got to be on duty.

[scream]

You hear that?

Let's separate.

I'll go this way.

You have been of
great service to me.

I no longer need your service.

Our master will be so pleased.

We'll finally have a mistress
worthy of his esteem.

Prepare the sacrifice.

And do not disturb me.

I really wouldn't do that if
I were you, Mrs. Rehnquist.

Besides, it may
just hurt your case.

Hello, William.

It's a little late for
heroics, don't you think?

Get out of my way.

Get out of my way.

Oh, what are you going to do?

Tear my pretty head off
my pretty shoulders?

That's a thought.

Now you sound like one of us.

You are one of us, Will.

You can't fight the
prince of darkness.

It'll always be
stronger than you.

Let it in, darling.

Let it in.

You're getting
excited, Mr. Spanner.

The thought of k*lling
you does that to me.

I don't think so.

I think your body's saying yes
and your mind is saying no.

I always listen
to my body, Will.

It makes for a much better time.

Speak for yourself.

I speak for both of us, Will.

We're both the same.

Our bodies belong
to Satan forever.

Freeze!

I can't believe I got
lost in the woods.

I can.

DIANE: Mr. Spanner?

It's been great working
for you, but I quit.

Uh oh.

Hey, don't look at me.

Can't say as I blame her.

So what do you say
we do now, counselor?

Feel like seeing a movie?

Nah, too much violence.

Yeah.

Sure could go for
some doughnuts, though.

What am I going to
do with you, Lutz?

Let's get out of here.

The

thank you and then and the on
and I did not die rest of you.