I found Father Carlton this morning.
He was taken to the hospital, but he never regained consciousness.
Why was he here?
He had an appointment with His Eminence this afternoon.
[ants stirring]
[no audible dialog]
Let's talk about our beliefs
and what we can learn about them.
We believe...
nature is solid and time a constant.
Matter has substance and time a direction.
There is truth in flesh, huh, and the solid ground?
The wind may be invisible, but it's real.
Smoke, fire, water, light-- they're different.
Not as to stone or steel, but they're tangible.
And we assume time has an arrow because it is as a clock.
One second is one second for everyone.
Cause precedes effect.
Fruit rots, water flows downstream,
we're born, we age, we die.
The reverse never happens.
None of this is truth!
Say good-bye to classical reality.
Because our logic collapses on the subatomic level
into ghosts and shadows.
[clink]
[clang]
[clunk]
[typing]
From Job's friends insisting that the good are rewarded
and the wicked punished, to the scientists of the 1930s
proving to their horror, the theorem that not everything can be proved,
we've sought to impose order on the universe.
But we've discovered something very surprising.
While order does exist in the universe,
it is not at all what we had in mind.
[female] Professor Birack, in relativity,
geometry breaks down on the cosmic scale
and in quantum physics, logic breaks down
on the submicroscopic scale...
What's this?
I don't know.
Birack did that whole series of debates on the BBC a few years ago.
Oh, with the English priest, right.
Maybe they're planning another one.
[no audible dialog]
He died before his appointment with the cardinal.
But he left a diary.
You-- you must help us.
Please.
[sighs]
[male TV announcer] The discovery of this supernova
has immense significance to the scientific community.
Particles collected date from Precambrian times
before man walked on Earth.
Light from the explosion was hurled through space
at 186,000 miles per second, and is just now reaching us
across the vast expanse of the universe.
[ants stirring]
He was the Guardian Priest.
Apparently, he lived here for over 30 years.
Once a week he would venture out for food.
And every day...
he opened this door.
[clangs]
Built in the 1500s
by arrangement with the Spanish government.
Who knew about this?
Only the members of this forgotten sect--
The Brotherhood of Sleep.
There was a vow of silence.
Even their very existence was kept from the Holy See.
The Vatican didn't know?
The Guardian Priest would keep the secret.
And before he died would pass it on to another.
The sect had enormous power and authority.
Their actions were never questioned.
Latin.
Some of it's in Latin.
Some in Coptic.
Greek.
Numbers.
It's not easy to decipher.
The original text has been distorted over the years.
- Distorted? - Rewritten.
Writing upon writing sometimes two or three times.
And improperly erased.
You can still see the old writing underneath.
What is it?
A secret that can no longer be kept.
Do you feel it?
Yes, s-- something.
It was never here before.
It started a month ago.
What started?
A change in the Earth...
and the sky.
His power.
- I don't get it. - What don't you get?
The whole thing, it doesn't make sense.
It violates common sense, that's the whole point.
That's what Einstein couldn't accept.
I can't accept it either.
Do you know anything about spontaneous human combustion?
[laughs] Walter, come on.
- There's Schrodinger's cat. - l know, l know.
So what's the point?
The point is until the cat is observed by someone
he's not in any definite state, either alive or dead.
He's in a wave superposition state, both dead and alive at the same time.
Huh?
Okay, only when we open the box and observe the cat
does he materialize into reality, either dead or alive.
But it doesn't make sense.
That is the entire complete point.
lt doesn't make any common sense.
Our common sense breaks down on a subatomic level.
Why do I want a PhD in this?
Particle beam weapons, research grants.
A millionaire when I'm 40, now l remember.
[giggles]
- You're really gonna like this. - Class cancelled?
"Will the following students please see Professor Birack."
- [male] Shit, there l am. - [female] Yeah, me too.
No, all of us.
And we heard Birack wants us to cancel our plans for the weekend.
- What? - That's not all.
A couple of biochemistry's finest are coming with us.
- And someone to translate Latin. - Coming with us where?
I'm gonna have to pull some strings here.
This is just not gonna happen!
I have serious plans for the weekend!
Four o'clock, Walter, Birack's office.
Oh, I gotta ditch Pagles again, he's not going to like it.
Sleep with him, get an A.
So, what about your plans?
- I was gonna study, actually. - Yeah, me too.
I'm Brian Marsh, by the way,
since we're spending the weekend together.
Yeah, l know.
Catherine Danforth.
I know.
So, where did you transfer from?
Kneale-- theoretical physics.
I came here to study with Birack.
You're applied physics, right?
Well, so, why are you taking Birack for theory?
I want to know what the math means.
Birack's ruthless. He wants philosophers, not scientists.
Well, I've read his books, he's a brilliant man.
Just when I think l've got it, visualized it,
it just all goes away.
I start seeing old-fashioned classical reality again.
I want the clockwork back.
I want to put it all into a little box,
but whenever l try, it just, um, slithers out.
Mm.
Some things aren't changed by quantum physics, though.
Such as?
Well, for instance...
every theoretical physicist l know
wonders why it is that no one who looks like you
ever seems to settle down in our end of the building.
That's not true and that's an extremely sexist thing to say.
Confirmed sexist and proud of it.
Hey... I was just joking.
What happened?
You talk numbers, you get romantic.
You talk people, you clam up.
Just a little miscue, that's all.
It's not your fault.
I'm sorry.
- l'll see you later. - Wait.
[sighs] This conversation isn't what l had in mind.
Can we start over?
- Okay. - Okay.
I was hoping that you would need some heIp with your theory
and that maybe we could discuss it over...
over dinner or something?
Well, I suppose something could be arranged.
There are other things that I need help with...
over dinner.
I have volunteered our services to the archdiocese.
Each of you is a competent physicist,
even though you don't have a degree to prove it.
And participating in this examination
will greatly improve your classroom averages, I might add.
You'll plan to take your meals there.
We'll bring cots to sleep on.
There are other departments joining us.
Excusae me, sir, isa there some reason
why you're not telling us what we're gonna be doing?
In time.
[male] It's your disbelief that powers him.
Your stubborn faith in-- in common sense
that allows his deception.
He lives in the smallest parts of it.
In the atoms.
Smaller.
Invisible.
He lives in all of it.
In the sum of its parts.
We must translate this book.
You must prove it scientifically.
Convince the outside world.
The outside world doesn't want to hear this kind of bullshit.
Just keep it locked away.
You've already managed that for 2,000 years.
No prison can hold him now.
[door squeaks]
- Hi. - Hi.
It's getting cold out here.
I thought this was supposed to be California.
Did you have a class tonight or--
- Library. - Oh.
Actually, I was hoping you'd have a cup of coffee with me again.
This is startin' to become a habit.
- Okay. - Okay.
[birds chirping]
Good morning.
Thank you.
- We didn't get much sleep. - Mmm.
Who needs sleep?
We do, today's Friday.
Can I telI you something?
- Oh, please don't. - I want to.
[sighs] Tell me next time.
If there is one.
Or the time after that.
Or... two years from now. [sighs]
Who was he,
the one who gave you such a high opinion of men?
I wouldn't like it if either of us jumped to conclusions.
How do you know I was gonna say what you think l was gonna say?
Because if you don't...
I don't wanna know.
[van door opens]
[no audible dialog]
[chattering]
Oh, please don't tell me.
This place gives me the creeps.
It was abandoned.
Hm, I never would have guessed.
No, l hear it used to be a beautiful church.
- When? - In the 1950s.
My husband's parents used to come here.
And then for some reason it was cIosed down.
- [sighs] Well. - Yeah.
Hmm.
Hi, I'm, uh, Leahy, I'm looking for Birack.
Hi, yeah, Brian Marsh, uh, he's over in-- there he is.
Ah, thanks.
[chattering]
- Professor Birack. - Yes.
- Hi, l'm Paul Leahy. - Oh, Dr. Leahy.
I'm glad you couId come, yes.
Well, now, all I really know about what's going on here
is what one of your students told me on the telephone.
Oh, yeah, we're just getting organized.
- Uh huh. - lf you have some equipment,
- find a spot over there. - All right.
We're making this the central lab.
Oh, sure.
Well, what are we, uh, actually doing here?
You're the only one with any brains gettin' outta here tonight.
Well, I gotta cover for Leahy over the weekend.
Extra credit seminar-- wow.
[chuckles] Oh, Hi, Frank.
Don't leave.
Excuse me, I have to set up.
- Hi. - Hello.
Frankie, who's that?
Susan Cabot-- radiologist, married.
Ah, how married?
- Very. - Oh.
- Hi, Doc. - Hi, l'll be working upstairs.
I want you to set up the basic panel down here.
Right, uh, what are you supposed to be testing?
I don't know.
Compounds, basic structures?
When l know, you'll know.
- Hi, l'm Leahy. - Hi.
- Great. - Science marches on.
- Need any help? - No, l'm okay.
There better be a diploma in my mailbox when l get home on Monday.
[beeping]
- Oh, thank you. - [sighs]
I really can't believe this is happening.
I had a date tonight with this beautiful
young trial attorney from Century City.
Where were you taking him?
Please, it isn't funny!
[male] What are they doing?
[male#2] They're watching us.
They started comin' around when I got here
at nine o'clock this morning.
l'm Calder, microbiology.
- Hi, Brian Marsh. - Walter--
[overlapping introductions]
Nice to meet you-- Lomax. - How you doin'?
So, anybody know what this whole deal's about yet?
- Not a clue. - Nobody's got a clue.
I'm getting my doctorate in theology.
Analysis of ancient scriptures.
This shouldn't be too difficult.
Except for the numbers.
[typing]
It's so wonderful what you're doing, Father.
Opening the church again.
[door slams]
[footsteps approach]
Are you all right?
We're ready.
[door clangs]
[light buzzing]
[buzzing]
[Father] He's gaining strength.
I can feel it
all around us now.
[computer beeps]
[buzzing]
[equipment cycling]
[sighs]
So, what's goin' on?
[heavy breathing] Somethin' downstairs.
Oh, yeah, what?
I hate to tell you guys, but this is real bullshit.
l know there's a reason why nobody's opened this thing yet, right?
Let me have your pen for a second.
Is this some kind oftoxic crap?
Could be.
Okay, but I still don't understand why we're not taking direct samples.
I mean, what's the big mystery?
Catherine's entering these equations upsatairs.
They're translated from Latin.
Differential equations?
From a book written 2,000 years ago.
We hadn't invented differential equations.
Right.
[bang]
[buzzing]
Professor Birack, I don't think we have too much to worry about.
The lid on that thing won't open.
Look, it's incredibly elaborate.
Right here there's a-- there's a weird locking mechanism.
Looks like it could only be opened from the inside.
[band music playing]
[emulates trombone playing]
[TV cartoon character] Ha, ha, ha, ha! [laughing]
[character yelping]
[clicksa TV off]
I'm going back.
Look at this.
Now, a friend of mine at UCLA did a study of chronic schizophrenics.
They're supposed to have stereotype routines
that they repeat every 20 minutes or so.
You know, Iike a stuck record in their brains
repeating the same phrase over and over?
Well, I have been watching them on and off all day
and they don't seem to be making any movements.
Theyjust stand there.
With those kinds of problems,
I say let 'em stand there if they want to.
Oh.
- Oh. - You okay?
Yeah, I bumped into something this afternoon.
- It's starting to hurt. - ProbabIy nerves.
It's a bruise, Walter, you don't bruise from nerves.
I used to break out when I was twelve.
Doctor said it was homosexual panic.
[Leahy emulating trombone]
I'll see you Monday morning.
- Well, you got anything for me? - No, I'm afraid not.
I'm guessing, uh, on the acidity based upon the corrosion sample.
- The figures you gave me? - Yeah.
Well, they can't be that high.
Well, l know, but you asked me to guess.
- All right, get outta here. - All right, good night, sir.
Hey, what's with the "sir" business?
Okay, good night, uh, sir, Doc.
Better.
A lot better.
[emulates trombone]
[headphones playing heavy metal]
My God.
[rattling]
[yells]
[moans]
Hey, look,
- can I talk to you for a minute? - Yes.
Nobody's really saying much of anything here.
I mean, we're still putting together the first round oftests.
And nobody's really stopped since we got here.
Get to the point.
Nothing...anywhere ever is supposed to be able to do what it is doing.
Now, settle down now.
Go back to work.
A life form is growing out of prebiotic fluid.
It's not winding down into disorder, it's self-organizing.
It's becoming something-- what?
I mean, animal, a disease-- what?
[chuckles]
The hardest thing to hear for any of us
is something we don't agree with.
"l saw a star fall from heaven unto the bottomless pit.
And he was cast out as water from the flood."
This is crazy.
- Man. - Hadn't you seen it yet?
No, for the last four hours l've been carbon dating
the corrosion on the lid there.
We're talkin' about seven million years.
- What? - Yeah.
I'm goin' topside.
Want me to wait for you?
Uh, no, unh-uh, go on.
[water droplet plinksa]
[droplets continue]
This whole section's a kind of history.
Part of it was indecipherable,
as if someone were deliberately trying to erase it.
I managed to piece together most of it.
Okay, it kind ofstarts here.
The containerwas buried somewhere in the Middle East
eons ago by, it gets a little wild here,
the father of Satan,
a god who once walked the Earth before man
that was somehow banished to the dark side.
Apparently the father buried his son inside the container.
This was the section someone was trying to erase.
Now, later on here, Christ comes to warn us.
He was of extraterrestrial ancestry,
but a human-like race.
- [loud skidding] - [gasps]
[whirring]
[whirring subsides]
[plinking]
[coughing, retching]
Finally, they determined Christ is crazy.
But he's also gaining power,
converting a lot of people to his beliefs.
So, they kill him.
But his disciples keep the secret and hide it from civilization
until man could develop a science sophisticated enough
to prove what Christ was saying.
Something like this can really fuck up your weekend.
How did the Roman Catholic Church
manage to keep this a secret for 2,000 years?
Apparently a decision was made to characterize pure evil
as a spirituaI force.
Evil within the darkness in the hearts of men.
That was more convenient.
In that way, man remained at the center ofthings.
A stupid lie, we were salesmen, that's aIl.
We sold our... product
to those who didn't have it.
And a new life.
Reward ourselves, punish our enemies,
so we can live with our truth.
Substance.
Malevolence.
That was the truth.
Asleep... until now.
[gagging]
Help me break this up, the others shouldn't hear this.
Faith is a hard thing to come by these days.
Look at this.
That thing down therejust directed a fairly sizable burst of energy.
Directed?
In a straight line.
With a precision of less than a millisecond.
Everybody's acting like we shouId really be taking this seriously.
You two aren't taking this seriously, are you?
What are we supposed to do?
Just go back to work?
What would you rather have, a wreath of garlic, a benediction?
A crucifix?
Then it really is Old Scratch knockin' at the door.
[Brian] A few minutes ago, a vibration was triggered
in the metal on that thing downstairs.
A strong one.
Some kind of kinetic emission came out of it.
Now, if it can transmit a signal strong enough,
it can move other objects instantaneously across a distance
without outside intervention.
Psychokinesis.
Mind-directed energy.
Don't tell the others yet.
Why not?
They have a right to know that this-- that it-- it's conscious.
Not until you prove that it wasn't something else--
a power surge or a draft of air.
All right.
[crunching]
You missed the big history lesson.
You're not gonna believe what's been going on up here.
[clunk]
Want one?
Anyone ever tell you that you could pass for Asian?
Whew.
What was that all about?
No sense of humor.
- Have you seen Susan? - Who?
- Radiologist, glasses-- - Oh yeah, she's right outside.
Where?
She was there.
I think somebody ought to tell her.
Look, am I crazy or are we stroking ourselves heavily here?
Thank you for taking the time to share yourthoughts.
Susan?
There's more to it.
Some kind of power,
directed outward.
A controlled force.
What's it doing?
Reaching out.
Influencing.
Changing things.
Moving objects by thought.
Extraordinary intervention.
An intelligent cause other than man.
Susan?
Hello?
[beeping]
[beeps accelerating]
[crunch]
Suppose... what your faith has said
was essentially correct.
Suppose there is a universal mind controlling everything.
A god willing the behavior of every subatomic particle.
Now, every particle has an antiparticle.
Its mirror image.
Its negative side.
Maybe this universal mind
resides in the mirror image, instead of in our universe,
as we wanted to believe.
Maybe he's anti-God,
bringing darkness instead of light.
Why weren't we told the truth?
[chuckles] Without the technology to confirm,
it would have been another legend.
But he was our prisoner, not yours!
We had a resaponsibility
to warn the rest ofthe world!
Only the corrupt are listened to now.
And they tell us what we want to hear.
We believe it to be divine light. [chuckles]
Itjust got colder in here.
[whispers] I know.
Suddenly, as if--
as if something mov--
moved through the room.
[no audible dialog]
Listen, do you realize what's going on up there?
We are on the brink ofthe ultimate truth!
Oh, this priest is a real case.
He is Looney Tunes.
And l'm beginning to wonder about Birack too.
I'm going back.
- Come on, Calder. - Come on, Frank!
You're out ofyour minds!
This is ajoke!
This is caca!
Come on!
[door shuts]
[whispers] Caca.
[wind whisatling]
[clunk]
[crackling]
Yeahh!
Uh, shit.
[yells]
[groaning]
[keyboard clacking]
[creaking]
Hello.
[sighs]
Where's Wyndham?
Uh, he left.
When?
[Calder] Oh, about 20 minutes ago.
We tried to talk him out of it, but, uh...
Has anyone seen Susan?
- Who? - The radiologist.
Glasses.
[Leahy] Well, maybe sahe left too.
Maybe they both had the right idea.
[beeping]
[stirring and crackling]
[male] This is not a dream, not a dream.
We are using your brain's electrical system as a receiver.
We are unable to transmit through conscious neural interference.
You are receiving this broadcast asa a dream.
We are transamitting from the year 1-9--
[gasps]
Uh!
- Walter. - What?
- Have you seen Mullins? - What?
- No. - Susan?
- Who? - Radiologist, glasses.
Come on, man, I was asleep.
- [sighs] -We can't find them.
And Wyndham's left.
A couple ofthe others are talking about leaving.
We're gonna have a meeting in the lab in half an hour.
- Mullins left? - I don't know.
I'm gonna go downstairs and look for him.
Well, since I'm up now.
[typing]
[distant clunk]
If I don't come back you can have my Porsche.
[click]
[male] You are receiving this broadcast
in order to alter the events you are seeing.
Our technology hasa now developed a transamitter strong enough
to reach your consacious state of awarenessa.
Uh!
What were you dreaming?
Your kingdom, Father, does not include my unconscious.
It's mine.
l may abuse it any way I wish,
without having to confess what's in it.
Something l haven't told you.
The Brotherhood of Sleep--
Anyone in close proximity has the same dream.
The one you hadjust now.
[creaking]
[clears throat] Excuse me, but l--
[yells]
[gagging]
The Guardian Priests had the dream for years.
What does it mean?
A premonition.
The dream evolves, unfolds.
We shall start to have it every time we go to sleep.
As if it's pushing everything else out.
Making room for itself.
Mullins?
Do you think he really just took off?
I mean, like he was actually believing this whoIe business?
Why is everybody looking at me that way?
'Cause you're being assholish.
Well, it's very assholish ofyou to say so.
Look, Mullins is probably off asleep someplace.
Or he's boffing the radiologist.
I hope he's getting laid.
I hope they're both on their way to a nice Chinese restaurant.
How can you keep working like this?
It's 3:30. No wonder I'm so tired.
I keep getting these figures in the computer,
but they're not making any sense.
I stopped making sense about 15 minutes ago.
No, l mean these equations are beyond me now.
They're like another language.
Mmm.
Uh, go get some sleep, I'll wake you in a half an hour.
- Oh, 45 minutes? - Okay.
[whispers] Ahh.
Hey, are you okay?
[sighs] Numb.
I know what you mean.
I just want to go home, pretend none ofthis is really happening.
[sighs] Ohh.
What's that?
Huh?
Oh, it'sjust a bruise I got somehow.
[whispers] Oh.
Finally stopped hurting.
Almost looks like a figure of some kind.
You know, I gotta close my eyes.
- Okay, l'll wake you. - Thanks.
[sighs]
Hello.
[sighs] l'm opening the door ifyou want to stop what you're doing
and put your clothes on.
Big doings in the lab tonight.
There's a meeting.
Oh, give mejust 15 minutes.
- You want me to come back? - Later.
Ohh.
- Any luck? - Can't find anybody.
I'm going up to the lab.
Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.
We're having a meeting in the lab.
[typing]
Lisa.
Mona Lisa?
Lisa?
This whole building is gonna have to be encased in concrete.
No way, a building this size?
I say we launch the fucker into space.
I'm-- I'm hearing something.
[beeping]
[groaning]
[gurgling]
Where are the others?
I think they've left.
Kelly's asleep, I didn't want to wake her up.
I'm asking you to stay.
The work that we do in the next 48 hours is critical.
How many ofyou have fallen asleep tonight?
Come on, please tell me.
Come on, please!
You dreamed.
You dreamed about the front ofthis church.
About a-- a dark figure coming out.
Didn't you...
Didn't you feel it?
Not like a dream.
Like saomething elsae.
Here.
[Birack] l had the dream too.
This image of something that didn't seem to belong to my subconscious.
Almost as if I were watching something prerecorded.
Tachyons?
[Birack] One possaibility.
[male] What's that?
It's a Greek word.
It means, "swift one."
So, what is the dream, huh?
Precognition?
Previous knowledge of a future event?
A shared vision of something that is yet to occur?
Caused by that thing downstairs?
Perhaps not.
Tachyon is a subatomic particle that travels faster than light.
[Father] Supposaing it isan't a dream?
Supposing it's a message?
What ifthese dreams, premonitions, omens--
What if they're really visual messaages
sent by other human beings?
Photographs, video signals.
From where?
[female] The future.
Anything travelling faster than the speed of light
would appear to be going backward in time.
A future scientist calculates the exact spot
that the Earth occupied in space in the past,
given trajectory and speed.
He then beams a tachyon signal at that spot,
transmitting video information backwards through time.
For us to receive as electrical impulses.
Neural stimulus.
- Man, oh, man. - For what purpose?
[Brian] Could be a warning
to show us what's going to happen.
A sort of...
remote camera view ofthe future.
So that we can change it.
Someone has finally shown up to tell us.
I think it's time we stood up forwhat we are.
[buzzing]
I think there's something wrong with this.
I'm not getting anything now.
They've gone dead.
[male] Maybe the generator's failed.
[male #2] No, it looks more like the units downstairs have been cut off.
[creepy male voice] Hello? Hello?
Hey, Wyndham!
[creepy voice] Hello? Hello?
Come here, look at this.
I've got a message for you
and you're not going to like it.
Look at his chest.
[stirring and crackling]
Pray for death.
Jesus Christ!
~ Amazing grace ~
~ How sweet the sound ~
~ That saved a wretch ~
Calder?
~ Like me ~
[snap]
~ But now I'm-- ~ [laughs]
Calder, no! [all plead "no!"]
[Father] Ego...
te absolve in nomine Patris.
Et filIie--
Oh.
No.
[creaking]
Kelly?
[water running]
[click, click]
[screams]
[chattering]
Hey, hey, you guys.
- They cut the-- - That's all blocked away there.
- [overlapping voices] - What the hell is happening here?
The back doors are blocked!
[clamoring]
- You okay? - No.
Check the windows?
[mixed voices]
Uh!
[male outside] What's going on here?
[mixed voices]
It's in here, don't come in here!
[yelling]
[gagging]
[laughing]
[gasps]
Go, go, go!
Lock the door!
Come on, get this over here!
[commotion outside]
[male laughing]
[Calder laughing]
[exhales]
[groans]
[whispering] The sun's coming up.
[labored breathing]
Normally, I love being dominated by women.
Lisa, l'm sorry about what l said before.
You don't look Asian at all.
[whispers] Shit.
I thought I heard Walter.
Walter?
Walter!
What the fuck do you want?
Where are you?
lf I told you, you wouldn't believe me.
[knocks]
Hey, can you dig through and get me outta here?
I don't know, the wall's pretty thick.
Are you all right?
Well, that's a relative thing right now, but yeah.
Wait a second.
They're just standing there outside, not trying to get in.
They've stopped attacking, for some reason.
Hey, Walter, where are you exactly?
I'm in this closet.
Hey, I think we can get through with this.
It's gonna take a while.
Walter, we're gonna try and dig through!
How long will it take?
[male] A couple hours.
Oh, great, I'll tell you what, l'll hang out here anyway.
[banging]
[bang] [screw falls]
[pounding]
[laughing]
[hysterical laughing]
Well, get ready to pull me back.
Ooh!
[Lomax] Get up here.
Come on, Brian, Come on, Brian, Come on!
- Come on, let's go! - Get up!
[Lomax] Come on, hurry up! Come on, come on!
- Hurry. - Come on, Brian, come on!
You guys seen any movies you like?
[digging and scraping]
[wet, squirming sound]
All right.
A Jewish mother goes to the airport to meet her daughter.
The daughter steps offthe plane with an eight-foot-tall zulu warrior
with a bone through his nose.
The mother screams, "You fool, l said a rich doctor!"
[wet, squirming sound]
[male] Not a dream.
We are using your brain's electrical system as a receiver.
We are unable to transmit through conscious neural interference.
You are receiving this broadcast asa a dream.
We are transmitting from the year 1-9-9--
[digging and scraping]
We can try the hallway after it gets dark.
If I can make my way up front, I could break some windows,
call for help.
No one out there can help us.
The other morning you said that you had something to tell me.
[sighs] Well, you probably...
think that none ofthat matters now.
[sighs] But you're wrong.
It's the only thing that does.
[groaning]
[moaning]
[Birack] Worker ants-- driven to a higher purposae
unknown to the individual.
Street people, our colleagues-- all controlled.
- Demonic possession? - Of a kind.
Not what we would expect, though. Never that.
Why would he need us?
The book says, "His purpose is to bring
the father back from the dark side."
Whereverthat is.
There could be a limit as to what he can do, you know,
as a volume of liquid.
He controls simple organisms easily.
But maybe he needs something more complex to complete a life cycle.
A hosat in which to live.
[Walter] Hello?
Hello.
Walter?
It's Kelly, she's changing again.
The swelling's gone down,
as ifthe liquid was absorbed into her saystem.
l can see tissue changesa on herface.
Also, I think her bone structure is changing.
Maybe this is the only way he could actualize his power.
A parasite growing into its host.
This could be some kind of gestation period.
[sighs] I know I'd seen it before.
Kelly had a mark.
It was a bruise, almost like a figure.
I saw it in a history book.
The astrologer's staff used in ritual magic in the Middle Ages?
-The mark was on her? - Yes.
As if she were chosen.
Walter!
- What? - Keep watching her closely.
Anything you see, tell usa!
I have to go to the bathroom.
God and Father
of our Lord,
Jesus Christ.
I appeal to your holy name...
humbly begging that you...
will grant us help...
against this...
unclean...
spirit.
Thou...
tormenting these creatures...
ofyours.
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Hah!
Look down..
upon these thy servants,
caught in the coils of-- [sniffs]
[whispering] Where are you?
Christ.
Where are you?
Holy shit!
[Walter] Get me the hell out of here!
Help me! Help me get out of here!
They're gonna kill me! I don't want to die!
Help me! Help!
- What are you doing? - Lomax, get behind the door.
You're out ofyour head, Brian!
Get behind the door when l'm in the hall!
Oh, God, help!
Help me!
Hah!
Hey. [click]
Ahh!
[groans]
Come on!
Come on in!
[yelling]
It's not working.
[yells]
Father.
[moaning]
[hissing]
[Calder moaning]
Father.
[gasps]
Uh!
I could... I could.
Unclean spirit...
[speaking Latin]
[laughing]
[speaking Latin]
[yelling]
Uh!
Father,
come to freedom.
[Calder growling]
No!
[speaking Latin]
No!
[whimpers]
[exhales]
[soft wind whistling]
[glass breaking]
[chattering]
We stopped it.
We stopped it here.
Through the grace of God,
I stopped it.
The future conjured up by that...
that vile serpent...
will not happen now.
[sighs]
[Birack] The samaller parts could not live
without the strength ofthe whole.
They had to die.
To fade away as the whole was thrown back and repelled.
We're safe,
but he's waiting on the other side.
She died for us.
[man] This is not a dream.
Not a dream.
We are using your brain's electrical system as a receiver.
We are unable to transmit through conscious neural interference.
You are receiving this broadcast asa a dream.
We are transmitting from the year 1-9-9-9.
You are receiving this broadcasat
in order to alter the events you are seeing.
Our technology has now developed a transmitter
satrong enough to reach your consacious state of awareness.
But this isa not a dream.
You are saeeing what is an actual occurring phenomenon
for purpose of causaality violation.
[yells]
Oh!