Netherworld

You son of a bitch!

Help me up!

Cry.

You aren't lost, are you?

No, ma'am.

I came to get some.

Some what?

You know.

Sugar, you can't say it, you can't get any.

Jesus.

Now come on, darling.

It's an easy, one syllable word.

Just say it and you'll feel a whole hell of a lot better.

I want to get laid.

Now see?

You half way to getting some already.

Isn't that better?

Jesus, God Almighty.

This your first time?

Uh, no, ma'am.

Been laid lots.

No, I mean this is your first time at Tonk's Place.

Yes, ma'am.

Please don't call me ma'am, sugar.

Makes me feel like your mother or something

Yes, ma'am.

Oops.

Sorry.

What should I call you?

My name is Mary.

Mary Magdalene.

You're gonna just love what I got in store for you.

What's down there?

You're not ready for what's down there yet, sugar.

Well, come on in, sweety.

She's a special one.

So you be real nice to her.

- Understand? - Yes, ma'am.

Time's up, guys.

Want a good time, cowboy?

You're a brave one.

What you mean, babe?

Sneaking down around here where you're not supposed to be

could be dangerous.

No, just looking where I can see.

Well don't just stand there salivating.

Step on in.

Maybe you'll get lucky.

Do you sing?

No.

Maybe I can teach you.

Maybe when I'm through with you, you'll be able to warble

like my dearies here.

Maybe.

How much do you have?

I've got nothing.

I spent it all upstairs.

Too bad.

I guess you'll have to give me something in trade.

I have nothing to trade.

You got a soul, don't you?

Or did you spend that upstairs too?

What you mean, babe?

You look like a pretty bird, you do.

What you do?

It's brazier powder.

What is?

I'm gonna put a love spell on you.

No.

No spells.

Just fucking.

Oh!

Just fucking.

I never fucked a little bird before.

I never fucked a little bird.

You like fucking Barbusoir?

You like fucking Barbusoir?

Say it.

Say, fuck me.

Say it, fuck me.

Fuck me.

A witch, huh?

That's what, you a witch.

Look what mommy's making for her babies.

You're own little man bird to sing for you.

I suppose there are some journeys in one's life

that should never be taken.

My passage home after my father's death

was one of those journeys.

I had never known my father or anything about him.

He was an absence in my life.

An enigma.

A hurt.

He was a missing chapter that left me feeling incomplete,

unresolved.

So I came to this place, this land of mystery

and enchantment, to this strange land

where death is not the worst thing that can happen to you.

I came haunted by a need to learn something, anything,

anything about the man who had given me life,

and whose death had now brought me to this fascinating world.

I came that day to my father's mystical other world,

to his kingdom, to his domain, to face a lifetime

adventure, filled with the unknown, the unimaginable,

the inconceivable.

I took a seductive ride on the river that day.

Began a journey that would change my life forever.

- Young man Thornton. - Pardon?

Are you the young man, Corey Thornton?

Yes, I am.

Beauregard Yates, esquire.

I've come to fetch you.

Thank you.

Right this way.

Sure.

This is my father's estate?

No.

This is your estate.

Right.

And who's that?

That's jail bait, Mr. Thornton.

Good for 10 to 15 years, with very little chance of parole.

Momma's fixed you all up.

Isn't that right, honey?

Honey.

Yes.

Nice boy.

Wanna go?

There you go.

Mrs. Palmer, may I present Mr. Thornton.

Mr. Thornton, this is Mrs. Palmer.

Hello.

She was your father's overseer.

She runs the place.

It's remarkable.

You're the very image of your father.

The crackling image.

Your father was an extraordinary man.

Don't disappoint him.

So, you were my father's lawyer?

Yes.

Did you know him well.

Yeah.

I uh, never knew him.

He-- he didn't stick around very long after I was born.

What was he like?

It's not proper for me to discuss my client.

I never could understand how a man could just walk away

from his own flesh and blood.

Why even have a child if you're just going to walk away?

Instructions from your father.

- Instructions? - Yes.

It's customary for the deceased to leave his last wishes.

Right, of course.

These are the probate papers.

Look them over.

If you have any questions, you have my card.

Also from your father.

I'll return in a day or so for the papers.

Thank you, Mr. Yates.

I can't shake hands.

Goodbye, Mr. Yates.

Goodbye.

Corey, my dear son.

A few years ago, I discovered a peculiar coven

of souls endowed with uncommon restorative powers.

So extraordinary was their power that they could

give life back to the dead.

Toward the end of my life, I grew

determined to develop their power in order to live again.

Corey, I am convinced that with your love and support,

I will be able to rise up from the grips of death and return

to the world of the living.

Sometime in the next few days--

Sometime in the next few days--

--by a woman named Delores.

-you will be visited

by a woman named Delores.

She will teach you the necessary steps

to effect my resurrection.

Son, do not falter in this important effort.

Do not fail me.

Do not disappoint me. Hello.

Hello.

You're young man Corey Thornton, I assume.

Yes, I am.

But why does everybody call me young man Corey Thornton?

It's just an old Southern salutation.

Means you're the new heir.

Ah, I see.

And who might you be?

Well, I might just be trouble for you, young man Corey.

I have been known to lust after older man.

Especially when they're as cute as you.

Much to the embarrassment of my sweet, but hopelessly

overprotective mother.

You met her.

The melancholy madam of Bell Oak Estates.

Yes, I met her.

So, young man Thornton, you like what you see?