- Do not dwell on the past.
Do not dream of the future.
Concentrate the mind on the present moment.
My name is Smith,
welcome to Flatland.
- When I first met the devil,
his name was Khan.
Mine was Saint Michael.
The war for the soul of
mankind has raged for three thousand years.
The battle ground today is Shanghai.
I have forced three young Americans to work for me.
JT a gang banger,
Mr. Mitchell a failed love lawyer
and Amy Lee a beautiful young woman.
They will ultimately discover the history
when present and past collide
and where one misstep on either side
of the fourth dimension
is fatal.
In the world of Flatland
where nothing is as it appears to.
My name is Smith,
welcome to Flatland.
- Witches!
- This is a cool little spot,
except for the fact that homegirl over there
looks like she's the worlds stiffest member
of a hula hoop team.
- Seize one movement, friend.
For the killer, shooter.
- Alright, Mr. Sunshine,
why did the hell did you bring me here?
- Uh.
Its Smith.
- What about him?
- We've been trying to call him all day.
The guys never anywhere when we need him.
- He has too many issues.
Me personally, I like to keep some distance.
I prefer it that way.
You alright?
- Liquid courage, my friend.
Liquid courage.
- Why do you need so much liquid courage?
What's wrong with you, man?
What the hell is wrong with you?
- Hit me back, man.
- What?
- Hit me back!
Let's go!
- Now that's what you wanted, right?
- Oh yeah.
Is there a problem, big boy?
- Yo.
Stumpy.
Did it look like I needed some help?
I'ma beat your ass, man.
- Tell me.
Don't keep things from me, child.
Who was it?
- It was dark.
- Was it someone you know?
- Yeah.
- Tell me what you saw.
- I don't know.
They were flying.
- Who was fighting?
- I think they were witches.
- Hey, sweet thing.
- I thought you two weren't into public displays
of affection.
- You tell Smith I'll see him bright
and early tomorrow.
- Arrested?
- Yup, spent the night in jail.
- Separate cells I hope.
- Any idea how it started?
- No.
A debate over health care reform?
oh my god.
- She's grown angry, dangerous.
So much for once bitten, twice shy.
You're lucky you got away with just this.
Now you're sure you were watched?
Good.
Its time to fetch my boy.
- Look what you did, man.
- You did this.
Mines bigger than yours.
Hey hold it, easy.
Okay, I can explain everything.
- I had plenty of time last night
to sit and put myself in your frame of mind.
You got us clipped on purpose, didn't you?
So you could force some face time?
I understand that.
I just don't understand why the hell you had
to bring me in it.
- Thought you might enjoy it.
- You thought I...
I tell you what I did enjoy.
Smacking your ass around in public.
That was fun.
- Its been awhile since you spent a night in jail, JT,
I just figured you might be a little nostalgic
for your youth.
- You never know when to quit digging, do you?
- Hold it, right on schedule.
- This out to be good.
- Well let me do the talking, alright, homeboy?
- Believe me, I'm all ears.
- Smithy, how you doing?
- Looks what become of my two favorite choir boys.
And to think how hard I worked
to keep you two out of jail.
- Well we just worried that you've forgotten about us.
- Despite tremendous effort, no.
But while we're still young.
- Well uh.
Your two loyal foot soldiers,
we're just a little curious about the state of the union.
I mean how we doing?
We're okay, we're winning?
- We're never winning.
Often the case when you start
by putting in your second string.
- You see, I personally,
I think we're doing pretty good.
I mean we got rid of that, what was his name,
Simon Cross?
You remember him, right?
Your mister,
your mister X.
You pushed the button on him a long time ago.
- What's your point, counselor?
- My point is that you're running out
of red herrings and I think there really is no mister X.
- Careful, son.
You're on awfully thin ice.
- Why we're here.
I think its very interesting that you would pick us three
for your wild goose marathon
when I think, actually me and Buddy boy here,
we have a lot more in common than you think.
- Well enjoy the rest of your stay.
- Smith.
I'm gonna find out exactly what you know
whether you like it or not.
- You know what I like about you, Mitchell?
- What?
- Nothing.
- Now that could not have gone like you planned.
- On the contrary, brother.
It went just fine.
- Hey sweetie, are you okay?
What did the doctor say?
Please communicate.
I'm worried.
- You want something?
- I came to apologize.
- You serious?
- Yeah heart on my sleeve.
- Alright, well.
Take a knee.
- Are you serious?
- Do you really gotta ask?
- Alright.
Please forgive me, JT, I'm sorry
I took advantage of you.
I brought you some coffee.
Alright, how long do I need
to stay down here?
- Just long enough for that bike grease
to seep in real nice.
- Damn it, JT, what's the matter with you?
- Finally, some honest sentiment.
Paybacks a bitch, aint it?
- Idiot.
Yesterday morning was for your benefit, too.
- For my benefit?
How the hell is 22 hours in jail
and bruises on my pretty face?
Huh?
What does that have to do with my benefit?
Not to mention an haranguing from Smith.
- I'll explain it in the car.
- Alright, what is it?
What's in there?
- Our leader at large.
- Smith?
What he call you or something?
- Not exactly, no.
- How you know he's inside?
You had him tailed.
- Uh huh.
24 hour surveillance, my friend,
since yesterday morning.
- The hell for?
- Listen, information.
Information that Smith aint giving
so I'm taking.
Alright, unlike some of us.
I don't want to live the rest of my life in the dark.
If he's fighting them things forever,
I want to make sure I'm on the right side.
Alright, coast is clear, lets go.
- What?
- You ever get deja vu?
- Hey.
You two.
Can I help you?
- Bloody well hope so, mate.
My names Ryan Reed.
This Nigel, Nigel Poppins.
We're from Dunnet systems,
come to rally the network.
- The network?
- Yeah the network.
Your boss he called from Taps,
he says its all cattled.
The network, its got wheels.
- Wheels?
- Yeah, wheels.
Pear shaped, boss on it,
right up the Gary glitter.
Don't worry mate, give us five
and we'll hit the frog and tug.
Alright?
- Hold it.
Who called you here?
- Mr. Smith.
- Did Mr. Smith give you a first name?
- John. - Paul.
- George. - Ringo.
- Wait here.
- Something strike you about that door?
- Janitorial.
How much janitory does a place need?
- You ready?
- What?
- You ever get deja vu?
- Hey, you two.
- Its a different world.
- And you're sure she's here?
- She and many others.
Some men will help me find them.
- Hard to believe, isn't it?
How they persist.
- Here it doesn't surprise me.
Its a wretched world.
You'll see.
Sin and depravity are just accepted.
Left to flourish.
Like you said.
Its the aim of the devil.
To have us trust the shadows on the wall
as our own.
- You remembered.
- I've never doubted you.
- I'll have my confession.
- I know his card.
- Perhaps.
Drink this.
- He wants me .
- He wants you never to forget.
- I'll kill him.
- Don't be foolish.
Besides, you'll have to stand in line.
- That night in the forest.
When I fought Tsao Min,
its connected to this, I can feel it.
I want to go back there.
I have to know why this
god I don't even know what this is.
- They are scars, Amy, brought back to life.
- What sort of scars you don't remember getting.
- Time heals all wounds.
Flatland brings them back.
- You make it sound like a gift.
- In ancient times, scars were considered
a source of power, testament.
- To what?
Injuries suffered?
- Lessons learned, battles won.
- Well excuse me for my lack of pride.
Where did you get this, Uncle?
- New Orleans, Canal Street.
- Its fascinating.
- And powerful.
rituals is used a beacon.
- A beacon for what?
- For summoning the witch.
Amy.
You can will your way back, you know that.
But Flatland doesn't sit still
and wait for you to peek your head
in between the curtains.
Your injuries.
They might well be Khan's doing.
But they could also be a warning.
you can will your way back.
- Hey there!
Wait.
I have questions.
- What was it like when you danced with him?
Did he hold you close like this?
Whisper in your ear?
What did he promise you?
An empty house, a bed of nails,
a life spent running?
Was it worth it?
- I'm innocent.
- I have yet to charge you.
- I know your charge.
I was born.
- Will you confess?
- No.
- Will you name the others?
- Never.
- Then you can prove your innocence
by dying.
- The cause of death is drowning.
They're calling it murder.
- You disagree?
- I agree 100%
the bindings on her wrist make it fairly obvious
but heres why I bring it up.
The autopsy shows additional trauma.
You with me?
- Always, kiddo.
Through thick and thin.
- Emphasis on thick.
- Hey.
20 reps at 200, baby.
Count em.
- Be still, my heart.
- Yeah if you had one.
- Where was I?
- Oh let's see.
Somewhere, thinking about additional trauma.
- Right.
The girl had been tortured.
Coroner found small puncture wounds
all down her back, arms, and legs.
Just like with Amy.
- Sounds like an MO.
The survey says Benedict.
- Benedict?
- He's a lackey of Khan's.
He was a real fire and brimstone type.
He was a judge in the old guard.
- How old?
- Try Salem.
1690.
Where men were men
and witches were scared.
- And Amy was there?
- Yeah.
Benedict sent 25 to the gallows
and Amy was the first in line.
- But how does that explain the wounds?
- Those were desperate times.
Torture was well within reason.
- He can decipher his sentence in his wounds.
- Kafka.
Hey.
Let me see,
how we drank in the transfigured look
on the tortured face.
How we bathed our cheeks in the glow
of this justice, finally served
and fading fast.
that's in the penal colony.
- JT, my man.
You ready for another day on the hunt?
Alright then, lets go.
- Hold up.
I want to talk to you for a second.
Just for the record, this little cat and mouse game
that you've been playing.
I think its a joke.
You see, were the ones getting played, man.
By a power that we don't and never will
fully understand.
So I just want to let you know
that the only reason why I'm coming
and I repeat, the only reason,
is to watch you get burned.
I just wanted to let you know where I stand.
- Yes?
- Hi.
Sorry to disturb you but your friend
dropped this outside.
- Where the hell did you get this?
- I told you, the woman in your apartment.
She dropped it on her--
- What woman?
Who are you?
How did you find me?
- Who are you?
What are you doing?
- Come look.
Its happening.
I've waited so long.
- Oh my god. - Did you see that?
- What happened?
- Come here, look. - Oh god.
Is he okay?
He's hurt bad.
Did anybody see it?
- He took my daughter the same way.
I thought you knew.
- Enlighten me.
You knew that was going to happen.
- Yes, just not when.
- You had him killed?
- I didn't kill anyone.
- The candle.
You were signaling me.
- Cause I couldn't do it alone.
I needed your power against him.
- What power?
- Think back.
He's wronged you somehow.
- But I've never met him before in my life.
- Not this life, you mean.
We have a lot to talk about.
- There's my man.
- You're kidding right?
- No, stay.
hey, did you hear what I said?
- What?
- Can I borrow 10 bucks?
You forget your wallet or something?
- Somethings missing.
Benedict already killed her yet he's back,
why, what does he want?
- Its what we all want, I suppose.
Salvation.
Entrance into imperium.
- And Amy has the key?
- Well its what he thinks.
Get there, kiddo, its what Amy denied him in death.
- A confession.
- Disco, kid.
Validation.
He thinks that she's his ticket
out of purgatory.
- Is he right?
- Doubtful.
My guess is that Khan's got him
on some kind of retainer, alright,
and has convinced him that he is doing god's work.
- Seduce and deceive.
- Well its the name of the game.
- Unbelievable.
- Well thanks.
I try.
- So what do we do?
- You know my policy, kiddo.
Laissez faire.
Way it has to be.
Don't worry.
She's getting help.
- Go ahead.
- It's here.
- Bring it up.
- Oh boy.
- Is that your handiwork?
- Well it never gets old.
oh boy.
- There are many of us here.
Lost.
The unknown.
Casualties of hatred and persecution.
Long ago we were forced into hiding
but we refuse to live in darkness.
We pass among those who would persecute us.
All the while maintaining the bonds
that have protected us through our time.
When no one else would
cause we don't trust their laws,
we don't yearn for their love.
And we don't need eyes to see one another.
- We're in danger.
You, me, all of us.
There's a man here.
- We know, from our past.
- Who is he?
- A judge.
Consumed by hatred.
Its given him power but its also made him blind.
The truth is his enemy.
Show him the truth,
that's how you'll defeat him.
- Let's get out of here.
- Hello, vagrant.
- Hello, sexy.
Is it time for my strip search?
- Man, you ever shut your mouth?
- He's just jealous of what we have.
- Amazing.
Smith was right again.
- About what?
- Nothings gonna get said here
that hasn't been said before.
Games over, boys.
Consider yourselves retained.
When Smith needs you, he'll call.
- He can call me in Paris.
The Cafe Benoit.
- Right, I almost forgot.
- Mother?
- What is it?
- I'm back.
- Come on, get inside.
you must be the judge.
- I have questions.
You're the one.
The devil's favorite catch.
Will you confess?
- No.
- Will you name the others?
- I'll absolve them and myself.
- You'll join them in hell
if you don't admit what you are!
you see, witch?
This is how it ends.
Unless there's something you'd like to tell me?
Its in your eyes.
You've seen his face.
- I know what you did.
- No, no.
No.
I'll absolve them.
- You up for a movie?
- What are we dating?
Forget it man, I've seen enough of your ugly mug.
Besides, I got plans tonight.
- Yeah really, come on.
Like what?