The Devil’s Rain

- I've just made you a fresh pot of coffee, Mrs. Preston.

- Hm? - A fresh pot.

No, thank you John, no.

Is it slacking off any out there?

John, it's absolutely pouring down.

I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy.

Oh no, don't worry about it.

I'll just get you a fresh cup.

Thank you.

Now you relax.

Mark, Steve?

Mark!

Well?

No sign of him.

Or the truck.

I got as far as Simpson's Bridge,

or what's left of it, the river's about swept it away.

- He couldn't have just disappeared, he couldn't.

- He probably pulled off someplace to wait the storm out.

It's still dead.

I know.

Winds knocked the lines down.

I don't think so.

What else could it be?

It's only the storm.

Mark, don't think I'm a fool...

Mother, don't start now.

- Please listen to me. - Please don't st...

- It's my dream! - I know, I know.

Your dream... - Will you listen to me?

It's the same, night after night!

Night after night, yes,

I know that mother. - Yes!

I don't want to hear any more about it.

- Mark, listen to me, it always starts the same way.

It starts with a storm and then your father...

Father is alright.

It's alright.

- But... - Mother, no.

Someone's here.

Dad?

Oh my god.

Steve?

Steve?

The book.

Corbis.

Oh God help us.

Where is Corbis?

The desert.

Redstone.

He's waiting for the book.

Give Corbis what belongs to him.

Don't go near him, don't touch him.

In the name of Satan.

That wasn't your father.

It was his face, his clothes.

Mark!

The book!

Don't you see?

Don't you see, my dream was a warning.

My dream was a warning.

They've found us.

Corbis has your father.

It wasn't him, Mark, I tell you.

I tell you, it wasn't him.

He said, he said Corbis was in Redstone,

the old mining town.

It's a godforsaken place.

Wait a minute.

Mark, take the book to Corbis.

It's the only way.

The book's not ours to bargain with.

Oh please, take it.

- No, I won't give the devil's man what he wants.

- Your father would've... - My father

would agree with me.

- Mark, there must be something you can do.

Yeah.

I'll fight him on my terms, not his.

Listen, take this with you.

Corbis can't harm you as long as you wear this amulet.

He's here, it's the truck.

No, you stay here.

John. - Yes?

- Take care of her. - I will.

John.

Hang on, hang on tight.

It's alright.

- Get out. - What?

Mother?

Mother!

She's gone over the sun.

Corbis!

Goddamn you!

I'll be back.

They had no faces.

Looks like you've been driving a ways.

Are you lost?

No, I'm not lost.

Use some water?

Drink up.

It's bitter.

- Sweet way to end a thirst though, isn't it?

Did you bring the book?

I'll talk to no one but Corbis.

Then speak, where is the book?

Where you can't touch it.

I'm not afraid of you, Corbis.

- Mr. Preston, I'd be very disappointed if you were.

We've both come a very long way for this moment.

- And I've a ways to go yet before I find what I'm after.

- Well if you're led by a faith as strong as mine,

nothing can stop you.

Depends what you put your faith in.

Well said.

Let me show you what I've put my faith in.

Corbis!

I'll face whatever you have behind those doors

and come out exactly as I went in.

A challenge?

My faith against yours.

For my mother and father.

They go with me if I win.

Agreed.

And if you lose?

The book.

And you.

The ceremony will begin shortly.

Would you be seated?

In the name of Satan, ruler of the Earth,

king of the world, I command the forces of darkness

to bestow their infernal power upon...

Lord in heaven,

hallowed be thy name. - Come forth from the abyss,

open wide the gates of hell. - Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven.

- You greet me... - Preserve my soul...

- As your brother and friend. - From the dark angels

that you have cast into the fire.

Give us this day our daily bread.

I call the gods of the pit.

I command... - Forgive us our trespasses...

Those things which I desire...

- As we forgive those that trespass against us.

You have bestowed upon us a vessel

for the sacred rite of the holy water.

For this, we thank thee and summon the soul...

- Be my shield against the terrors of hell.

Martin Fife,.

Martin Fife,.

Martin Fife...

In the name of God, I am Mark Preston!

- In the name of Satan, Martin Fife come into this vessel!

In the name of God, I am Mark Preston!

Deliver me from evil.

Evil?

There is no evil here.

Only purity.

See thy mother?

- My son, we have made a place for you here,

and you will know the piece of mind that I have found.

Come.

Give me strength.

A divine peace can be yours.

Join us.

No.

Get away.

Let me go.

Whose belief is greater now?

Let me go!

Seize him!

Is that your faith?

I'm still free, Corbis.

Are you free, Mark Preston?

Free my family.

Come forth,

oh master of the world.

Present thyself to him.

Behold!

Soon the family name of Preston will be no more.

Mrs. Preston, my associate's wife,

is consciously controlling the rate of her heartbeat.

She's now in a state of deep meditation.

- Dr. Richards, you mean she's controlling her body

through willpower alone?

Our experiments would indicate that

there's nothing in the subconscious

that cannot be raised to the conscious level.

Nothing, Doctor?

What about parapsychology, telepathy?

Can that be controlled too?

- Yes, I include that, extrasensory perception.

- Dr. Preston, isn't there a danger

that these experiments could interfere

with normal brain activity?

- No, no, no, we've studied many cases like this.

Found there's no reason for concern at all.

If there were, believe me, my wife would not be involved.

No, no no, no dangers, only discoveries.

Is there any proof of ESP control?