"Look atyou." "Come here." "I told you,you've gotto double-knotthose things." "One of these days... we'll have to getyou some zipper shoes." "Father... why are we doing this?" "I know, Maya." "Butyou'll understand when you see this man." "Ensemble pourtoujours, quoi qu'il arrive." "He's in torment... the way you were when I metyou." "I've got patients." "I've got sprinklers." "I've got aflood." "I'm ready to build an ark." "Hook me upwith maintenance." "You're killing me!" "Your cour order, Dr. Allen." "You know I'm not comforable with this." "The patient is legally entitled to it." "The patient has been plagued by temporal lobe seizures." "It is the patient's request, Doctor." "I am aware of that, but I don'tthink... he's in any condition to make requests." "I'm trying to appeal to your logical self, Father." "I'm concerned about harm to my patient." "FatherJeremy..." "Deacon John Townsend of St. Ursula's... and our associate, Maya Larkin." "Associate?" "Secular assistants can be permitted... if they are regarded as qualified." "I'm going in with you." "You wouldn't lastfive minutes." "Just open the door." "What do you think of the color of this room?" "It's supposed to be relaxing." "Hello, Henry." "You know why we're here." "I'm really lookingforward to it." "Let us prepare the room." "Getthe other one." "Please, do the other one." "God,the Holy Spirit, have mercy on us." "God,the Holy Trinity, one God, have mercy on us." "Holy Mary, prayfor us." "Holy Mother of God." "Prayfor us." "Holy Virgin of Virgins." "Prayfor us." "Saint Michael." "Saint Gabriel." "Saint Raphael." "Holy angels and archangels." "All holy orders of blessed spirits." "SaintJohn the Baptist." "SaintJoseph." "All holy patriarchs and prophets." "Saint Peter." "Saint Paul our sins orthose of ourforefathers." "Hail Mary,full of grace..." "Do not punish us for our offenses." "Lead us not into temptation." "Hail Mary." "Do not punish us for our offenses." "Lead us not into temptation, but deliver usfrom evil." "They're all still in there." "Whatthe hell is that?" "It's in Birdson's room." "Jesus!" "Get Haldol, Cogentin,Ativan, five,two, and two IM." "Open the door!" "Father!" "Hail Mary,full of grace, the Lord is with thee." "Blessed arthou amongstwomen..." "Hail Mary,full of grace, the Lord is with thee." "Blessed arthou amongstwomen..." "Hail Mary,full of grace, the Lord is with thee." "Blessed arthou amongstwomen." "Blessed is thefruit of thy womb,Jesus..." "Mr. Silberman... you workedforyourwhole life atthe same company." "Is that correct?" "That's correct." "And you worked with the defendant George Viznik... forthe lasttwo years in the same room?" "Right." "How would you describe him?" "Quiet." "Real quiet." "And on the day of the murders, his state of mind?" "He seemed on edge." "A little." "On the day of the murders, what did the defendant request?" "He asked to go home early." "He said he was bothered... by all the people who kepttelling him whatto do." "He said he was bothered... by all the people who kepttelling him whatto do?" "Is thatwhatyou said?" "Tell the jury how many people work in that office... with you and Mr. Viznik." "How many people?" "Well,just me." "Could those voices have comefrom outside?" "Next room?" "Hey, Mr. Kelson." "Hi, Rober." "Thanks." "Here's the stuff you wanted on pathological narcissism." "What aboutthat psychic?" "What's his name?" "Szabo?" "He can see you Thursday." "I still think it's a waste of time." "The police used him as a witness in the case." "I'll be at my brother's tonight if you need me." ""D" equals two." ""E" equals three." "Sofour should befive." ""H" is six." "One equals seven." ""J" equals eight." ""K"...nine." ""N"...twelve." "So "E" equals..." ""K"..."P" is twenty-four." "Thireen..."E."" "Two..."T."" "Thireen..."E."" "Twenty-six..."R."" ""Kelson."" "We welcome Peter Kelson... author of the current bestseller "Vicious intent"... as par of today's story on the trial... of mass murderer George Viznik." "Thankyou so much forjoining us, Peter." "Thanksfor having me, Sally." "Peter,you're making a career of studying sensational murderers." "How does itfeel, day after day... face toface with killers?" "Long-term exposure to these things... tends to give you a sor of clinical understanding... of the subject." "It sounds as if you're saying the closeryou getto evil... the less evil it becomes." "No,the less mystifying." "Good and evil are only illusions." "I don't believe in evil with a capital "E."" "That suggests some kind of externalforce... some third-party bad guy pulling all the strings." "Are you referring to the defense's effors... to prove that George Viznik is tormented by demonic voices?" "There were no voices." "Not evenfrom mental illness as the defense assers?" "Are you trying to get me to say... there's another cause for little voices?" "No." "Viznik's a manipulator." "He has what I call malignant narcissism." "Hey, beautiful." "Uncle James." "How you doing?" "Fine,thankyou." "That's great." "And you?" "Lovely as always." "You ready?" "Yeah." "These guys have been doing this... twice a weekforten years... and they still can't get it right." "All right, you shrieking harpies!" "Enough of that racket!" "Be off with you!" "Claire!" "You guys are a little late." "Hey, little brother." "Hey,Will." "It's abouttime, man!" "I'm starving!" "It's good to see you guys out of the house." "You gotto come out here more often." "Here, Claire, afteryou." "Bless us, O Lord, forthese Thy gifts." "Through Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord." "And a special blessing... for Peter and William's motherAndrea... and theirfatherJack... in whose memory we gather here every year." "May their souls and the souls of thefaithfully depared... rest in peace." "Amen." "Amen." "Well, dig in." "I made a reservation at Marco's for Peter's birhday dinner... but I'm thinking I should have you cater it." "Thankyou." "Whattime did you make itfor?" "8:00." "Is that good?" "Rememberthat dream I used to have when I was little... aboutthe bear on the mountain?" "You know, right after" "I don't know." "Maybe the trial's been getting to me... because I've been having this weird dream every night." "Really?" "You didn't say anything to me." "It's probably trivial." "If it's recurring, maybe it's not so trivial." "OK, I'll tell you." "I'm reading this book... and I can't rememberwhat the book is when I wake up... but I realize halfway through it... it's something that I've written... orwill write, actually." "And, anyway, I getto the end of the book... and I'mfeeling very satisfied." "And I close the cover to read the title... and the title, itjust says "X-E-S."" "Justthree letters." "For some reason, that makes mefeel great." "Then I wake up." "It usually makes me feel great,too." "But lfall asleep right afterwards." "What do you mean?" ""X-E-S" is "sex" spelled backwards." "What can I say?" "I'm not a master of the obvious." "Not evenfrom mental illness as the defense assers?" "Are you trying to get me to say... there's another cause for little voices, Sally?" "No,Viznik's a manipulator." "He's clever." "He has what I call malignant narcissism." "He's dangerously self-obsessed, but not psychotic." "He's incapable." "He has no capacity to understand... or ability to recognize any higher authority." "What about Peter Kelson?" "Where is your moral compass?" "I like to think I'm the actual needle... on the compass." "Morality is which way you'refacing... depending on the dilemma... butthe needle, it always points norh." ""Best-selling author..." ""New York native..." ""Own parents murdered in an unsolved crime."" "John, I know who he is." "What's going on?" "Birdson's repeating numbers." "It's a code lfound in the papers... that I tookfrom his room." "It spells "Peter Kelson."" "So he's the one." "We have to checkthe criteria." "Baptismal records, blood type." "Ifound his doctor, so that's a star." "And then what?" "If Father Lareaux's not upto this..." "Ifiled a repor with Father Frank." "A lot of good that'll do." "The Church dismisses this completely." "You know that." "We need all the helpwe can get right now,John." "We really do." "Here?" "There." "Thanks, Mike." "Sure thing, Peter." "Hey,James." "Seems Viznik isn't making too manyfriends in lockup." "He got beat up." "I'll get my smokes." "I'll be back." "All right." "What's the matterwith you?" "He was looking right at me." "He could see me." "Viznik." "Yourtime's up." "I don't know." "Maybe he was looking right at himself, right?" "Maya,the diocese has rejected your repor." "And I have to tell you..." "I agree with them." "I believe thatthese are projections... caused by your unforunate childhood." "Maya, Satan is not whatyou think he is." "If you really believed in God, Father... why is it so inconceivable to you... that His adversary could be just as real?" "The Church... will nottolerate your obsessions." "If you wantto stay here, leave this alone." "Idiots." "Is anybody in there?" "You're not real." "Excuse me." "May I helpyou?" "Yes." "I'mfrom St. Ursula's." "I was told you could help me with some baptismal records... for one of our new parishioners." "The person's name?" "Peter Kelson." "Here you are." "Great." "Thankyou." "Hey!" "What are you doing home?" "Iforgot my car keys." "What are you doing on thisfloor?" "We got Mr. Kowalski's mail again." "Lucky Mr. Kowalski." "Hey, come here." "Just an outside observer." "...what I've heard... it seems that Mr. Viznik is probably not schizophrenic." "Can I helpyou?" "Peter Kelson?" "I saw you on television yesterday... and I thought you were brilliant." "Thankyou." "You work in the building or comingfrom the party?" "You said something really interesting." "You said malignant narcissism was not evil." "Yes, I did." "Not pure evil." "That's correct." "And also that" "I'm sorry, but I'm running late." "And thatthere was no such thing as evil with a capital "E."" "It's notthe most popular opinion, butyes." "What if I told you I was a malignant narcissist?" "Have a seat." "I probably wouldn't believe you." "A narcissistwouldn't admit it." "It's basically an extremeform of self-denial." "Do you mind?" "Please, be my guest." "You want a drink?" "No,thankyou." "What if I told you that I believe in God and the Devil?" "Infact, I know thatthey exist." "Sorry." "I know." "Is thatyour girlfriend?" "Excuse me?" "Are youfamiliarwith the case or Henry Birdson... the math professorwho went home and murdered his entirefamily?" "Yeah." "What's that gotto do with you?" "Lastweek, the Catholic Church... cerified him as genuinely possessed." "You realize how rarely they make that ruling?" "Yes, I do." "An exorcism was heldfor Mr. Birdson... and itfailed disastrously." "Is that right?" "Thankyou." "I really think you should meet him." "With your book on Viznik..." "I thinkyou'dfind him very,very interesting." "I'm sure I would." "You seemed so self-assured on television." "I thoughtthat someone with your confidence... would be upfor letting someone try to prove you wrong." "Please, prove me wrong." "The world would be so much simpler... if itwere all just about good and evil." "Unforunately, lfind it a much more" "I actually think it is that simple." "This is a tape of the Birdson exorcism." "I'll be infront of the public library... at 2:00 tomorrow." "If you're at all interested in meeting him..." "I can take you to where he is." "Hey,Joe." "How's it going?" "Some dir." "Thanks." "What a racket." "How do you live with that all day?" "What else can I do?" "Mrs. Levotsky." "Jesus." "Keepyour hands off me." "What are you looking at?" "Why don'tyou go inside and make more noise?" "Go play your music." "Play it so loud that nobody could sleep." "Go ahead." "Noisemaker." "Inconsiderate." "Selfish." "Holy Virgin of virgins." "Prayfor us." "Saint Michael." "Prayfor us." "Saint Gabriel." "Saint Raphael." "Prayfor us." "Holy angels and archangels..." "Stop it!" "Come on!" "Come on, I turned it off!" "Where are you?" "I'm sorry." "It's justthis strange woman waltzes into my office today... says she can get me in to see this killer." "You're not getting involved in this, are you?" "No, of course not." "So, I gotyou a latte." "Thankyou." "Didn't know whatyou wanted." "I'm glad you came." "Take the Williamsburg Bridge." "What did you think of the tape?" "I thinkyou gave me the wrong one." "What do you mean?" "Itwas blank." "There was nothing on it." "You gave me the wrong one." "Are you sure?" "I cranked it all the way up." "Nothing but hum." "So,what'd I miss?" "Shouldn'twe wait forthe doctor?" "I'm sure she won't mind." "It's right here." "It's not locked?" "Not necessary anymore." "Mr." "Kelson." "Hello, Doctor." "What a pleasure to meetyou." "I have to say, your instincts are impeccable." "I am afan." "Thanks, Doctor." "Comingfrom you, that's quite a compliment." "When your secretary phoned... she didn't mention her coming along,too." "My secretary?" "You are aware thatthis woman was party... to the so-called exorcism?" "No, I didn't, actually." "I've neverfeltthat Mr. Birdson needed anything... but professional psychiatric care." "Minutes afterthese people left, he suffered a stroke." "He's completely comatose." "There's no brain-wave activity at all." "What do you believe put him in this condition?" "They put him under severe mental stress." "That caused the aneurysm." "Could you tell us whatyou heard when you tried to open the door?" "I cerainly hope you're not lending any credence to this." "Justtell him whatyou heard." "Well,the patient was in severe distress... so naturally he was yelling." "And when you opened the door, was he yelling... orwas he sitting here calmly?" "There's a medical explanation for everything that happened." "You heard the voices." "You know you did." "Sounded like a hundred voices to me." "I've already said that Mr. Birdson was agitated." "Victor,would you check on the patient in room 5, please?" "Could you just describe it to me,the scene?" "He opened his eyes." "He just opened his eyes." "I'm surprised atyou, Mr. Kelson." "Allen, he just opened his eyes." "Please leave." "Excuse us, Doctor." "I'm not making this up." "I swear!" "Let's go now." "I did not hallucinate that!" "He just opened his eyes!" "Where do you get off pretending to be my secretary?" "I had to." "Did you?" "And this is evil?" "The guy had an aneurysm." "Now he's in a coma." "That's their explanation." "I know you don't believe me." "Yeah,well,why should I?" "Maya,wait a minute." "Wait." "Detective Smythe, please." "Hey, Mike, it's Peter." "I'm good,thanks." "Could you pull some prints off somethingfor me?" "Great." "Father." "It's Maya." "Can you hear me?" "Leave him alone." "Once upon a time..." "He's not going to respond." "The doctor's afraid that he might not even recover." "He will." "He has great strength." "Whatwas he saying in there?" "I don't know." "Besides, it's useless." "I mean, look at him." "What are you doing?" "You can't back out on me now." "We need to be sure." "He couldn't hearthe tape." "What other proof do you need, Maya?" "I'm not going to sit around until it's too late." "Oh." "And what is that,John?" "What is that?" "Our Father,who ar in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name." "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done... on Earh as it is in Heaven." "Please give me the strength." "Live through me." "Give us this day our daily bread... andforgive us ourtrespasses... as weforgive those who trespass against us." "I'm in the dressing room." "...but deliver usfrom evil..." "I picked yourtuxedo up from the cleaners." "Hail Mary,full of grace, the Lord is with thee." "Blessed arthou amongstwomen... and blessed is thefruit of thy womb,Jesus." "Holy Mary, Mother of God... prayfor us sinners now and atthe hour of our death." "It is the biggest publishing party of the year." "You'd better hurry up." "Don'tfail me." "Give me the grace, strength, the courage to do yourwork." "Show me the way." "I saw you on the news." "I thinkyou're even better live." "He is." "By the way, Lauren, did you finish your book on tattoo ar?" "I hearyour publisher wants his advance back." "That's nottrue." "So, Peter, how crowded is thefield now?" "I mean,there are,what, 7 books aboutthe Viznik case?" "Six, actually." "But no one has the access that I have." "Is ittrue the cops used a psychic?" "I saw a psychic once." "Those guys are definitelyfor real." "I saw some cable show about..." "Cookbooks." "No,thanks." "God willforgive me." "The time of transformation is near." "What?" "You OK?" "Sweethear." "Thanksfor handling this." "Sure thing." "I think I got enough between your preliminary statements... and all the eyewitness accounts." "You can go home." "Give me till morning tofind outwho this guy is... and till then, don't sweat it, huh?" "Thanks againfor everything, Mike." "Don'tthank me." "Somebody upthere likes you." "Thanks, bro." "Good evening, Mr. Kelson, Miss Claire." "I wantto tell you something." "I'm so upset." "Your neighbor, Mrs. Levotsky, she's dead." "What?" "She's dead." "That's horrible." "What happened?" "Apparently, sometime last night, she killed herself." "The paramedics told me that she hung herself." "Climbed up on her dresser." "A stocking around her neck." "But I don't know." "She was completely rheumatoid." "It's a shame." "Anyway, I thoughtyou should know." "It'sfunny." "All my life, I thought I was..." "I was someone who didn't believe in any of it." "It doesn't matter." "He believes in you." "But it's true." "I have nofaith,James." "It's strange." "When that gun was pointed in myface tonight..." "I was surprised, but I was neverfrightened." "Notfor one second." "Itwas as if I knew nothing could possibly happen to me." "In that one moment..." "I didn't care about anything." "Not even my own life." "Peter,you must care aboutyour own life." "I respectthatyou have suchfaith,James." "I don't understand it, but..." "I wantyou to know that I admire you." "I admire you, and I always will." "I appreciate you saying that." "I think I'd better go." "Thanksfor coming." "Good morning, Father." "Father,what's wrong?" "It's aboutJohn." "Last night, he tried to shoot Kelson." "What?" "Maya,John's dead." "Coffeeforyou, miss?" "Thankyou." "I can't do this." "Excuse me." "Oh, God." "You have to put your napkin in your lap." "Gina!" "How's this?" "Better?" "I'm sorry." "She's really into rules." "That'sfine." "Doesn'tyour daughter put her napkin on her lap?" "I don't have a daughter." "Aren'tyou lonely?" "That's enough." "I have someone who takes care of me." "But he's dead." "Jesus is dead." "Jesus is dead." "You are so weak." "How you doing?" "I'm good." "How you doing?" "Good." "So,what have youfound?" "Well,we traced this guy to a seminary in Newark." "Now, if you can believe this, he was a deacon." "Really?" "I talked to the man in charge, a Father Frank Page... and he said thatthe gunman, John Townsend... had been caught up in some kind of nonsense aboutthe Devil... along with a priest named Lareaux... and a woman named Maya Larkin." "Same woman whose prints we took off that coffee cupyou gave us." "So,what's going on here?" "Can we gofor a walk?" "Yeah." "Sure." "Thanks." "She came to my office the other day... and tells me this weird story about demonic possession." "She's got a juvenile record from New Orleans." "Her parents died when she was thireen." "Her parents died?" "Yeah." "Murder-suicide." "Anyway, she was a runaway." "Arrestedforvandalism... petty theft, drugs, the whole bit." "Parole records show that she graduated... from community college, moved into a retreat house... and teaches some classes atthe seminary school." "Hasn't been in any trouble since." "Le pain." "Le chien." "Le chapeau." "I need to go to the bathroom." "OK, Daniel." "Lafleur." "I need to go to the bathroom." "OK, go ahead, Daniel." "La glace." "Le poulet." "Very good." "Le chat." "Le chapeau." "Good." "We need to talk." "Peter, I'm in the middle of a" "Now." "Children, just stay in your seats." "I'll be..." "A guy named John Townsend tried to shoot me." "Now lfind outyou knew him." "Whatthefuck is going on?" "Why did he try to kill me?" "Why?" "Townsend believed thatjust as God became man in Christ..." "Satan will assume humanform." "Oh, my God." "I believe it,too." "And the point is?" "Atthe exorcism, Birdson boasted... that Satan was about to take overthe body of a man." "You are that man, Peter." "What?" "It's true." "He knew your name." "He was writing it in this numerical code." "Ifigured it out." "It spelled your name." "You should really think hard about getting professional help." "You're already" "Getyour hands off me." "You're already contaminated, Peter." "That's why you couldn't hearthe tape." "There's probably a pentacle nearyour bed to sanctify you." "I'm won't be drawn into this." "Lookfor it." "I know it sounds crazy." "You need proof." "Checkyour parents' blood types." "No, don't." "My parents are dead!" "Are you sure your parents are your birh parents?" "My parents are dead." "You're becoming the Antichrist who is born unholy... and becomes the doorto eternal suffering in this world." "If you or any of your lunaticfriends... ever come near me again..." "You have no messages atthis time." "Melvin Szabo, this is Peter Kelson." "Peter,this is the psychic." "I'd appreciate it if you'd putthat back." "You're the younger one of two." "You're afraid of committing to this girl... but she worships you." "Your mother is dead, butyourfather is alive." "Nothing you couldn'tfind out from reading the papers... and you're already wrong on one count." "Viznikwill get off, and Rober has got a crush on you." "How dare you?" "You know what?" "You can go." "Suityourself." "I will." "But does this mean anything to you?" "You do know, don'tyou, thatthese are also numbers?" "Greek numbers-- six hundred, sixty, and six." "Orthe sign of the Devil." "Get out of here." "Wait a minute." ""God willforgive me."" ""The time of transformation is near."" "Getthefuck out of here." "Look, I'm" "Just get out." "Help me." "Show" "I don't understand what's going on." "This has been planned since your birh." "Youfit all the criteria thatwe know of." "Never baptized, devoid offaith, born of incest." "I was baptized." "I was cerainly not born of incest." "You were never baptized." "At least, I don't believe itwas Christian." "Your baptism was performed by your uncle..." "James MacKenzie, right?" "Yes, I know." "The only baptism he ever performed... in seven years as pastor at Bedford." "Yeah, so what?" "Seven years." "One baptism?" "Your mother's only brother?" "Do you know your parents' blood types?" "Myfatherwas O-positive... and my mother,A-negative." "You're an AB-negative." "There is no way... thatyour birhfather could be an O-positive." "It's impossible." "This is ridiculous." "There's been a mistake." "I don't believe any of this." "Then why are you here?" "When Townsend tried to kill me, he said something." ""The time of transformation is near."" "What does that mean?" "He must'vefigured something out on his own." "Maybe we should go to his house." "It's hot in here." "What are we lookingfor exactly?" "I don't know." "Papers, anything." "He's bought all my books." "What's this?" "Spells." "Whatwas that?" "It's just a bulb." "It blew." "It's OK." "There's nothing here." "I'll check upstairs, OK?" "All right." "There's nothing upstairs except empty rooms." "You got anything here?" "It's notwhatwe're lookingfor." "I'll keep looking." "No." "Not again." "You're not real." "Watch out." "It's sharp." "Henry, I know you don't wantto do this." "Henry, I know you don't wantto do this." "I know you don't." "Put it down." "Put it down." "Shit." "Peter, he can't huryou." "You OK?" "Keep it up." "Yourthirty-third birhday." "That's the transformation Townsend was talking about." "Hefound it in one of Lareaux's books." "What are you doing?" "It's going to happen... atthe exact moment of your birh." "My birhday's tomorrow." "What?" "Oh, my God!" "Know whatthe lastthing I said to my motherwas?" ""See you tomorrow."" "And she said, "You know it."" "And I can see herface... smiling." "A real smile." "Why didn'tyou just go along with Townsend?" "Because until it happens, you're still a person." "What about after?" "You're gone." "But if you die... then Satan can't stay." "Unless we stop the transformation." "It should be in here." "Here it is." "Tomorrow afternoon,4:55." "Maybe there's something in one of Lareaux's books." "They're in the car." "I'll check." "Just stay here." "What are you doing on thisfloor?" "We got Mr. Kowalski's mail again." "Yeah?" "Lucky Mr. Kowalski." "Here he is." "He's right here." "Sweethear,where have you been?" "I've been so worried." "Is this the person you were telling me about?" "What are these?" "I don't know." "What are they?" "Ifound them behind your picture." "They're the spare set." "I thoughtthe spare set was in the kitchen drawer." "You were hiding them." "Darling,you're tired." "Ifound the pentacle." "The pentacle?" "What are you talking about?" "Ifound the pentacle, Claire." "She's been stalking you, Peter." "No." "Give me the gun, Claire!" "Maya, look." "Little one!" "Ah,yes." "Thank God you're better." "We really need your help." "We only have a couple of more hours." "Don'tworry." "Not aboutthe transformation." "What do you mean, don'tworry about it?" "In my prayers..." "I came to realize thatwe've beenfooling ourselves." "Probably blown this out of all proporion." "And that God... would never allow a thing like this to happen." "I told you." "This was a myth all along." "So we won." "That's right, Maya." "We won." "Christtriumphed over Satan." "That's right, Maya." "So if Christwon,that means-- What does that mean, Father?" "Satan is the weak one." "He's the coward who trembles." "The whimpering slave of God." "Maya,that's enough." "Come here." "He will make Christ crawl... through the shit!" "He's our best chance if we can get him back." "What can I do?" "Justwait outside." "So are you going to do it?" "I don't have the experise." "FatherThomas should officiate." "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." "Help me overcome allfear and selfishness." "Help mefind and keep my strength." "Help mefightthe evil I'm aboutto see... with all the courage you can give." "Amen." "Amen." "Father, please don't die." "Don't die." "Go... andfind his uncle." "Don't die." ""God appears, and God is light..." ""to those poor souls who dwell in night." ""But does a humanform..." ""display to those who dwell in realms of day?"" "Welcome." "Did you really think thatyou could just end this?" "They had theirtwo thousand years." "Now it's ourturn." "Everything you said..." "Everything you did..." "I didforyou, Peter." "I love you." "Think of it." "I'm giving you a gift." "Absolute power." "Peter, absolute knowledge." "Butyou raised me like your own son." "Why,yes." "You are my son, Peter." "You are my son." "Peter, don'tyou see the opporunities... that lie before you?" "You killed my parents." "How could you?" "I had to." "No!" "It's whatthey want." "Don't do it, Peter!" "Do it!" "Itwill be my ultimate sacrifice." "If you commit murder, you accept evil." "Drop it." "You have no idea how much you look like your mother right now." "Thankyou, Maya." "You served us quite well." "Go ahead." "I'm not strong enoughforthis." "Listen to me." "I'll see you tomorrow." "It didn't happen." "Maya." "It didn't happen." "I'm OK." "Putthe gun down." "Maya, please, it's me." "It's me." "It's me."