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(crowd cheering) (laughing)
(tense dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
- [Narrator] Every man is said
to have a little bit of the devil in his heart.
But some men have more than most.
(dramatic classical music)
(soft tense classical music)
(man shouting)
- Let me go!
No.
He's not yours.
He's not yours!
(shouting)
No, no!
(soft tense classical music)
- Come along, Mr. Hector.
One must show a certain level of dignity.
Even in times of great strife.
- Just made a mistake.
Please.
I change my mind.
You can take it all back.
Please give me back my baby.
I just want my baby back, please.
(sobbing)
- You made an agreement, Mr. Hector
and a bloody good one, if you ask me.
Just suck it up, old chap.
- Just do it, yeah?
Put the cunt out of his misery.
Go on.
- God, please forgive me.
- Kill him!
- Toodle loo.
(gunshot)
(soft tense classical music)
- They control the entire world.
The money, the media.
They control everything.
Everything about our society is covered
in mucky little footprints allover it.
(laughing)
- I mean, I see now,
you're one of the conspiracy theorists, oh yes.
I do love conspiracy theorists.
- [Narrator] I was raised in the big old house
by my grandfather.
He belonged to a different generation to me
and he saw the world through a vintage lens.
But there's a maternal feel
about the home you were raised in
that pulls you towards it bosom
when the times are their worst.
- No, keep still
because this is going to hurt.
Oh, it's just a cut.
(knocking at door)
- Afternoon.
Mrs. Jackson?
- [Narrator] Little did I know
this would be the last day of work
and the first day of the rest of my life.
Today would be the day that I met the devil
at the crossroads and sold my soul to him.
- Yes.
- Oh, of course you are.
Mrs. Jackson, you've got no idea
how extremely happy I am to catch you at home.
You see, I've got some magnificent news
to you, Mrs. Jackson.
Mind if I come in?
- Well, what is it?
I haven't got any money, if that's what you're after.
- Mrs. Jackson, I don't want a penny from you
but what I would like to be
is a person that informs you
that you have just won 10,000 pounds
on the post code lottery, madam.
Congratulations.
- Oh, I haven't done the post code lottery.
- Well, that's the wonderful thing
about the post code lottery, you see, madam.
You're entered automatically just living in the area.
You must of seen the TV advert
or had the flyers through your door or whatever?
- This isn't a scam is it now?
- I've got a confirmation letter
for you right there, darling.
Take your eyes on that.
- Oh my god, I've actually won?
- That's exactly right, Mrs. Jackson.
Now, all I need to do before I can release the check,
I've just got to run through a little bit of paperwork.
Is it all right if I come in?
- Yes, of course.
Please come in.
My husbands at the bookies at the moment.
So he won't be long.
- Oh he'll be over the moon, won't he?
Especially if he comes back with no winnings, eh?
- He's not going to believe this.
(soft tense music)
Would you like a cup of tea, dear?
- I'm actually in a little bit
of a hurry today, Mrs. Jackson.
I've three winners to visit before four o'clock.
So, if you could fill out sections one through three,
I'll get the paperwork processed for you
and be on me way, yeah?
Mrs. Jackson, do you mind if I borrow your loo?
- Yes of course, upstairs on the left.
- Brilliant, absolutely perfect.
I won't be a sec, Mrs. Jackson.
(tense music)
- [Narrator] My journey to becoming a billionaire
began humbly when I was moved out
of my grandfather's home at 16
and into a hostel for the homeless and destitute.
Some days I'll go hungry,
but that poverty gave me gile,
and made me savvy and able
to fend for myself by any means necessary.
I was self employed and self sufficient.
(soft music)
But my soul stunk of the stench of a thief,
a liar, and a conman
and my long, hard road searching for a way out
of the poverty I chose for myself
by moving away from me granddad
and the proclivities of poverty
can drive even the most ambitious men
to the lowest stacks imaginable
and justifies it with those fateful words.
I do what I have to do to survive.
(soft music)
In my perverse previous life,
Shaun was about as close to an employer as I had.
He bought just about anything for the right price.
- Yeah, that's a good one.
- [Narrator] Over the years, I sold him
just about most things.
- Before I forget, some weirdo was in here
looking for you the other day.
- What do you mean a weirdo?
- I don't know, he was a weirdo.
He was wearing a white suit.
- What's this, 1975?
- That's what I'm saying.
He's a fucking weirdo.
He left something for you.
Hang on.
(soft music)
- [Narrator] Butterflies filled my belly.
They had begun to spin
and I can't describe the feeling
of the pull I had towards stress.
Maybe it was just a prospect of being well paid.
Either way, from that moment
I was already mentally preparing my journey ahead.
- Seems like bollocks to me, mate.
- Yes, so your friend Shaun, he did this to you?
- You're not fucking listening, Grandad.
- Of course, I am so.
(tense music)
(wet crunching) (screaming)
(eerie chanting music)
(sobbing)
(shouting) (eerie chanting music)
- All right, stay away from me, mate, honestly.
(eerie organ music)
(screaming)
- [Narrator] Adrestos was blessed with the power
of the third eye and lived deep
in the real beyond comprehension to an unblessed mind.
But when God gives you a gift,
he also hands you a knife
to stab yourself in the gut with.
- Why are you doing that?
Honestly, what are you doing?
(shushing)
(wet crunching) (screaming)
- What the fuck is this?
(rock music)
Huh?
Unless I get some fucking answers,
I'm gonna start popping every single one
of you motherfuckers.
(screaming)
Huh?
Am I talking to my fucking self?
(rock music)
(screaming)
Why are you stabbing yourself up like that?
- Can we lose the gun, please?
Jolie, I am very aware of your temperamental nature.
I say the wrong thing, you get trigger happy.
- I'm a firm believer in the second amendment
and I will not survive my arms.
- Second amendments actually a part
of the American constitution.
- Yeah, so what?
- Doesn't really apply, does it?
- It does fucking apply
because there are 10 motherfuckers
waving around shotguns like cigarettes.
This son of bitch is stabbing himself up
and now he wants my fucking gun.
Well, I say no.
Fuck no!
- Jolie, please.
Relax.
You are amongst friends.
What is the worst thing that can happen?
Death.
(soft guitar music)
- [Narrator] True love is a once in a lifetime phenomemon.
Some of us never find that one true love
but if you do it's powerful,
it's all consuming and it is an instant.
This is the face of a man laying eyes
on his true love for the first time.
True love at first site
that would last an eternity and beyond.
♪ The road is long ♪
♪ And the trail is hard ♪
♪ But we must go on ♪
♪ We must stay strong ♪
♪ Through cold dark nights ♪
♪ And burning heat of the day ♪
♪ We will remember the fallen ♪
♪ That we lost on the way ♪
♪ And in our hearts a song ♪
♪ As together we'll ride ♪
♪ Upon this road so... ♪
- You all right, then?
What you doing out here?
- I'm working.
- Well, this is no kind of work for a lady.
- What do you care?
Are you a pig?
- No.
- You interested then?
- Yeah, I'm interested.
- It's 50 for a fuck and suck.
- What's your name?
- Star.
- Your real name.
- It's Jolie.
- Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Jolie?
- Look.
You better go if you're not buying.
- Do you believe in love at first sight, Jolie?
- Yeah.
(footsteps crunching)
- Her pussy's still tight.
It's her first week.
So what we doing here?
Flirting, negotiating?
She'll suck your dick for 30.
(gunshot) (women screaming)
(gunshots)
♪ We'll ride ♪
- Come on, let's get out of here.
- [Narrator] Mickey and Jolie were meant
to be together forever.
When their stories are written
their lives are woven together
in a cacophony of love, loyalty, and passion.
No one mattered before
and no one else will ever matter again.
With the love of his life by his side,
Mickey and Jolie have purchased
a small quiet pub on the outskirts
of the city where Mickey will continue
his thriving business under the radar
with metropolitan police.
But everything was about to change
one sunny summer afternoon.
Mickey was as smooth as silk
but as dangerous as a tiger.
Affectionately known as the Sinatra of the slums.
Mickey was a natural entrepreneur,
whose product happened to be narcotics.
(tense western music)
- What you selling, mate?
- We've got beer, spirits.
Pretty much any alcoholic or non alcoholic beverage
your require, what can I get ya?
- That's not what he means.
What have you got behind the fucking bar?
- [Mickey] That does not concern you.
- Why not?
I like cocaine.
Is that what it is, coke?
Or is it H?
What have you got?
We've got the money.
- I'm afraid we're not currently accepting
new customers at the present moment.
If that situation should change,
I'll be sure to let you both know.
- Give us the shit or we'll blow
your fucking brains out, mate.
- Don't you point a gun at my baby.
Put your fucking gun down and get the fuck out of here
before I put a bullet in your fucking skull.
(tense music)
- Right.
Now you've gone and upset my wife.
- What, do you think this is a joke?
- I suggest you put the guns down.
(tense western music)
- Or what?
(gunshot)
- Fuck.
(somber tense music) (sobbing)
- Oh baby.
- Don't cry, don't cry.
It's gonna be all right.
- Oh my god.
Come on, look at me.
Look at me.
Don't die like this baby, just, don't die.
Come on, please.
- Hey, don't cry.
- (mumbling)
You're not gonna die.
Please, please.
I love you so much.
- Hey.
You're the only woman I've ever loved, Jolie.
(whispering)
- You're not gonna die like this.
You're not gonna die like this, baby.
You're not gonna die like this.
You're not gonna die.
- You've gotta be strong for me.
All right?
- No, not like this, baby.
- You raise the child.
(sobbing)
- No, not like this.
(somber music)
(screaming)
(somber music)
(gun cocking)
(gun clicking)
- No!
(gunshot)
(somber music)
- [Narrator] Life took everything Jolie had that day.
Her husband, her unborn child, and her soul.
- Excuse me--
- What do you want?
- A man dressed in a white suit
said he would pay me 20 pounds to give you this.
- [Narrator] But what a powerful thing
more than anything or anyone is a lost soul
with nothing to lose.
They can't be bargained with,
bribed or intimidated.
When everything is taken from you,
you have nothing left to lose.
(soft music)
- I can hardly contain myself.
I have waited my entire life for this moment.
- Sounds like an eventful life.
- My dear, Jolie.
Sweet Saint Jolie.
I am most sincerely sorry for your loss,
both of them.
- Fuck you.
- But what if I were to tell
that your loss was merely part of your story
told a thousand years ago?
- Listen, bruv.
I haven't come all this way to hear bullshit.
Just get to the point.
- Have you heard of the New World Order?
The New World Order is old as man himself.
The self proclaimed illuminated
are a group of powerful individuals
that control every aspect of our world.
The food we eat, the money we spend,
the things we watch on television.
Over the centuries, queens, kings, presidents,
prime ministers and popes
have all been members.
Selected by the blueness of their blood.
Many believe that this blueness
was caused by inbreeding
but unfortunately it's caused
by something a lot more sinister.
- What are you talking about?
Blue blood is a saying.
Doesn't mean anything.
They don't actually have blue fucking blood,
do they?
So what are you talking about?
- Are you sure about that, Jeremiah?
- So what do you want with me?
- Members of the New World Order
are indoctrinated as children,
forced to sell their souls to Satan
and the forces of evil.
If a member of the New World Order sees the light
and decides to leave.
They are murdered.
Their souls captured by Satan
and tortured till the end of days and beyond.
- Sounds like fucking bullshit.
- Waste of fucking time.
So, let's have a drink later, then?
- Drop dead.
- But one child is different.
Sent from the heavens by God himself,
blue blooded but pure.
- You should take that up with Satan.
- You will be paid one million pound each
for the child's safe capture and return to me.
Jolie.
If you accept this mission,
you will be reunited with your husband.
- My husband is dead.
Don't you dare play with my emotions.
- What I speak to you is the truth.
So help me, God.
You won't both survive
but you were certainly be canonized.
- She doesn't matter.
Now, tell me about that money.
Is it here, now?
- I'm afraid it does matter, Jeremiah.
The scriptures clearly state the both of you.
- What you on about scriptures?
- The dead sea scrolls.
(singing in Italian)
- [Narrator] Many believe that the dead sea scrolls
to be rejected passages from the Bible,
both old and new testaments
and saw this as proof that the bible was man made
and nothing more than a work of fiction.
The truth is, the dead sea scrolls
are merely the private library of the Essence.
The Essence were a small group of great minds
and healers who lived thousands of years ago
in small caves in the holy land.
Locals believed these great minds to be more than human
and some even believed the Essence to be angels
sent from heaven.
- Oh the Essence, you call them.
I didn't know what that meant.
Oh the Essence, oh what a silly boy you are.
Certainly you have no education whatsoever.
No, it's called Essene.
Essene.
- The Essence were handed down their gifts
from fallen angels that arrived at Mount Hermon,
as mentioned in the book of Enoch.
The Essence were the true illuminated
who were hunted like dogs
and slaughtered by the New World Order
to stop their teachings being spread
and illuminating the world
with their wisdom of the righteous
all but two Essence survived the bloodbath.
Gabriel and Mary.
They lived out their days hiding
in a small mountain cave.
There they had a family.
The Essence genes survived, just,
and lives on to this very day,
though very limited in number.
You two are descendants of the Essence.
- Listen, bruv, I'm a lot of things
but I afraid I'm not superhuman.
- Speak for yourself.
- Another envelope?
Fantastic.
- [Adrestos] The New Word Order hold a party
to indoctrinate their newest members
in the presence of the Prince of Darkness himself.
- [Narrator] Every four years,
the New World Order elects a man
to take on the human form of the devil.
I select this man by the sins he's committed
and his manifesto for western society.
This quadroon, the illuminated elected
a serial child molester,
groomer and abuser,
whose manifesto is based
on the emasculation and feminization of men.
The destruction of Christianity
and the abolition of the nuclear family.
- Inside the envelope you will find
a GPS navigation system
with pre programmed coordinates to the island.
- Directions to hell, lovely.
- No, Jeremiah.
Hell is empty.
All the devils are already here.
- Is this the kid, then?
- Yes, that is indeed our little savoir.
- So the child is an Essence, too, right?
- No, he is far, far more important than that.
- These look expensive.
- Those are for the Ferryman.
Once you reach the shore,
he will guide you the rest of the way.
- What about these?
Is it fucking Halloween or what?
- It is a tradition they have followed
for many, many years since their existence.
Make sure you wear the masks
before you see the Ferryman.
Or you will be doomed to fail.
(soft tense music)
- [Narrator] Should the child be raised
by Satan and the forces of evil,
the next generation will be doomed
and burn in ever lasting hellfire.
Should he be raised by the forces of good
and the righteous, we will be saved.
- Shoot this son of a bitch.
- But mummy.
- Listen to me.
That cunt killed your daddy.
Don't you dare sob for him, don't you dare.
Huh, come, pull yourself together
and pull the goddamn trigger.
- I don't want to.
- Don't you love your mummy?
- I do love you.
- Didn't you love your daddy?
- But mum.
- That man, yeah, he took your daddy away.
Don't that make you just a little bit mad?
- Yeah, that does make me mad.
- I'll show you, son.
It gets easier after awhile.
Yeah?
Okay.
In the end, it's just point and shoot.
Look, look, look.
Just point and shoot.
- It's cruel.
- Cruel, you say.
Yeah, that sounds like cowardly talk to me
and I aint raised no coward.
Now, there will be no dinner,
no breakfast, no nothing for you.
Yeah?
Until you start behaving like a man.
Do you hear me?
- Mum.
- No buts.
I am so ashamed of you right now.
Yeah, now you stop behaving like a little pussy.
I'll beat your ass and take you to your new daddy
telling him how disappointed I am in you,
the way you turned out.
(soft tense music)
(sobbing)
- Sorry, sir.
(gunshot)
(soft tense music)
- [Narrator] We drove all night
and as I spiraled slowly through the dark
and dimly lit country roads,
seeds of doubt began to sprout in my mind.
Was the whole story gibberish?
I had to admit to myself
that the whole thing sounded insane.
The ramblings of a mad man
who liked the taste of the masses opium a little too much.
- You will be paid one million pound each
for the child's safe capture.
- [Narrator] But as a man who had known hunger,
for a million pound,
I was prepared to believe in Bigfoot.
- Forgetting something, didn't you?
- I aint wearing that shit.
(eerie organ music)
(screaming)
- If you accept this mission,
you will be reunited with your husband.
- Any funny shit, yeah,
and I'm gonna put one in your dome,
do you hear me?
(tense organ music)
- [Narrator] The island was unknown to the public.
It's on a remote island
off the coast of northern England.
But I remained skeptical.
I couldn't help but feel destiny's hand
slowly guiding our way
through the mist and fog of the Irish sea
but in the distance we saw it.
The devil's island.
Hell itself.
(tense organ music)
(soft piano music)
- We wrestle not with flesh and blood
but with principalities, with powers,
with rulers of the world,
with spiritual wickedness in high places,
yet you, Jeremiah,
you will end mankind's struggles.
You've been sent here to save us
and save us you will.
Santa Jolie,
Santa Jeremiah,
please forgive me for all my sins.
My name is Rabboni,
I'm a mortal servant
and I've been sent here
to guide you through this port of hell.
- Oi, get up.
He's not a saint.
- Speak for yourself.
- [Jolie] You don't believe this shit, do you?
- Of course I fucking don't.
What, do you?
- Don't really know what to believe.
- Oh you must believe.
Trust in God.
He's the savoir of all men.
Especially those who believe.
Timothy 4:10.
- Sounds like religious bullshit to me.
- If you're so skeptical
why the fuck are you even here?
So we can reunite you with your dead husband, is that?
- You fucking little prick!
- Hit her.
Hit her.
Face, face.
(tense music)
Face, face.
- [Narrator] She hit me first
and as a millennial and a believer in all equality.
Equal rights, equal fights.
- I wouldn't worry about it, Jeremiah.
She had that coming.
Equal rights, equal fights,
as far as I'm concerned.
(soft tense music)
- Jolie, I'm--
- Don't.
- She hasn't got the balls to do it.
(gun cocking)
Do you, Jolie?
- Jolie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I fucking punched you.
All right, I'm fucking,
I didn't mean it, it fucking happened.
Please, honestly, I'm fucking sorry.
- Shut up.
You're lucky I don't put one in your fucking dome.
Huh?
Huh.
Feel like a big man, yeah, hitting a woman?
Little pussy, huh?
- I can take you to him.
- What?
What you know where the boy is?
- Of course I do.
The child is with his daddy in the house.
Come on.
I'll take you to him.
It's not that far.
(soft tense music)
- [Narrator] We walked until my feet were blistered,
red and raw.
Assured by Rabboni that we were getting close
to the child and my fortune.
It occurred to me that something wasn't right about Rabboni
but it didn't matter to me.
Once we had the child and I secured my reward,
he could to hell for all I cared.
If only I knew what I knew now.
I would of left right then.
But hindsight's a wonderful thing.
♪ Kumbaya my lord ♪
♪ Kumbaya ♪
- Jolie, Jolie.
Sort your mouth out.
♪ Kumbaya my lord ♪
♪ Kumbaya ♪
(soft tense music)
- The dynamic duo has arrived.
Welcome.
- Where the fuck is the child, you motherfuckers.
- He's in the house.
- Ah, no guns in the house, I'm afraid, Jolie.
- How'd you know my fucking name?
- Everybody knows your name, Jolie.
Patron saint of nothing to lose.
- Felix and I are huge fans.
- I love you, Jolie.
- We both do.
Such bravery in the face of adversity.
- If you're such fans
then why are gonna try to take my gun off me?
- Well, rules are rules, I'm afraid.
- Rules are the rules
and we all gotta follow the rules, Jolie.
- Without rules, where would we be?
Savage beasts.
- Just relax, will ya?
We'll get 'em back.
- We fucking better.
- Yeah, hands out.
Gotta search ya.
- You enjoying yourself there?
- I'm just doing my job.
- Fucking pervert.
And you, fucking peeping tom.
- I think you're rather enjoying it, Jolie.
- Yeah, go fuck your mum.
- Oh, charming.
- Don't worry about Jolie.
She's just a little bit eager to get in, that's all.
- Well, enjoy yourselves
and Jeremiah, you look fabulous by the way.
- Yeah?
Cheers, lads.
- Bye, Jeremiah.
Goodbye, Jolie.
- They seem like nice lads to me.
(laughing)
(soft tense music)
- [Narrator] I was a man of the world,
experienced beyond my years
and in my 27 years on this Earth,
I'd seen just about most things.
But everything combined
was nothing compared to what I was about
to witness on this godforsaken island.
(soft tense music)
- You know, Jeremiah,
'round here, if you have money,
even the devil will polish your gravestone.
- Yeah?
What are you saying, mate?
What's your name again?
I don't think I caught it.
- It's Rabboni.
Means teacher.
(soft tense music)
- Next!
- I don't want to go, mummy.
- Don't be such a baby.
(soft tense music)
- What is this?
- Poor, destitute parents
giving up their spawn for a better life
and will be well rewarded in the process.
Such a kind and noble thing to do.
- Mothers and fathers selling their kids?
- They'll only turn out bad, anyway.
Why, the offspring of pimps,
drug dealers, and rapists.
No, it's better this way.
Either that or abortion.
- I thought you were a man of God?
- The lord works in mysterious ways, Jolie.
- [Narrator] That was the first crack
of weakness I'd seen in Jolie's diamond tough shell.
Maybe it was the memory of losing her unborn child
or maybe, just a natural maternal instinct.
Either way, I was gonna let anyone
slowing (mumbling) on my fortune.
(tense dramatic music)
(distant screaming)
(soft piano music)
- You stand here before us today
charged with a very serious crime of,
questioning the policies and ideals
of the New World Order.
My sentence is death.
(gunshot)
(cheering)
- Well, he did have that coming.
- What the fuck is this?
- It's the second case.
Payback, for years of male oppression.
- For the charge of sexism,
your sentence is death.
(gunshot) (cheering)
- So where's this child?
- I told you.
He's in the house.
It's not that much further.
- [Judge] For the charge of telling a racist joke,
your sentence is death.
(gunshot) (cheering)
- [Narrator] When you judge another man,
you don't define them, you define yourself
and these sick bastards were defined by revenge and hate.
(man shouting)
The house looked like hell on Earth.
But I decided heaven and hell both belonged in my mind.
(soft tense music)
(laughing)
(shouting) (chanting)
(screaming) (chanting)
(soft tense music)
(man screaming) (chanting)
(chanting in foreign language)
- Listen, bitch.
All that witchcraft shit doesn't scare me.
We're here for the boy.
Where the fuck is this boy?
- Don't you see, Jolie, you're too late.
The child is with the illuminated now.
Plagues will rain from the sky
and resurrection will begin.
- Stick together.
It's the only way we're gonna get out of this alive.
Come.
- Yeah.
- Jeremiah.
The greatest.
- I don't even know who you are.
- Oh my god, it's Jolie and Jeremiah.
- How the fuck do they know who I am?
- I don't know.
- Brother, sister, join us.
Awake your inner beasts.
- [Jeremiah] I could eat.
We got time, right?
- [Jolie] For fucks sake.
- I aint eaten all day.
- Come on.
- Smells like swine.
All right?
- Oh.
(laughing)
- You fucking sick bastard.
- What's the matter?
You must try some.
It eating an infant a year, even,
it's gonna give you 20 years of life.
- You're a fucking baby killer.
- No.
No, it's not real.
It's a prop.
We're here for one reason, remember?
Relax.
- The child is upstairs.
Hurry.
- Do you know they're eating fucking babies?
- But who wouldn't want an extra 20 years, Jolie?
Think about what you could do with an extra 20 years.
- Let's just get the child and get out of here.
- No, listen, yeah.
I'm gonna come back and when I do,
I'm gonna torture every single one of you cunts.
- There's a major overpopulation on this planet, Jolie
and radical times call for radical solutions.
- No.
- Don't you care about your planet, Jolie?
Now, come on. - No.
- He's waiting.
- Filthy fucks!
(man shouting)
Mickey.
Mickey, Mickey baby,
is that you? - I think you're gonna
like it here, Jolie.
- Oh, no, no, no
that's impossible.
- Is it?
- That's impossible.
- Matthew, 19:26.
With man it is impossible,
but with God anything is possible.
- Is that him? - He can be anything
you want him to be, Jolie.
- Please, is that actually him?
- Do you want him with all your heart and soul?
- I do.
I do.
- Then let's go.
- I do.
(tense music)
Mickey?
(soft tense music)
Oi, Rabboni.
I need fucking answers.
- An answer I shall get you one shortly.
I'm sorry.
I never meant to upset you.
I just wanted us to be friends.
- Friends?
- Comrades.
- You aint my friend.
- How the fuck do they know who we are?
- Because you're a legend, Jeremiah.
An absolute fucking legend.
Both of ya.
Surely you understand that now.
- I don't understand.
What you mean?
- Stop being such an unbearable fucker.
Now come on.
The child is in here somewhere, the little rascal.
(laughing)
Come in.
They don't bite.
Don't be such prudes.
These are just a couple of our newest members.
We keep the tapes in the vault
for a little insurance policy.
Because if any of these bare asses
become an important bare ass,
well then we will have the evidence
of them doing guilty things.
- Come, Jeremiah.
Come and play with us.
- Jolie, come on you know you want to.
- Maybe later, ladies, eh?
Little Jeremiah stays in his cage
while I'm working.
- Any of you see the child?
- Oi, look.
Where's this fucking child?
Hello!
(laughing)
- Come on.
This way.
Look at you two.
You look beautiful.
He's going to be so proud of you.
- Is it Mickey, is Mickey in there?
- Is my money in there?
(laughing)
- It's better than all that.
(man screaming)
Daddy.
- Daddy?
- Jeremiah.
The famous Jeremiah we've heard so much about.
(people screaming)
But I must say, Jeremiah.
You're looking spectacular.
Have you been moisturizing?
- Just where's the child?
- What child?
- Stop playing games.
- Relax, Jolie, please.
- Well, yeah, why is that?
- 'Cause if you piss me off,
you won't hear my proposal.
- What proposal?
- First champagne.
Rabboni.
- Yes, Daddy.
Daddy, I just wanted to say,
it's very kind of you to allow me
to join you this evening.
Your auspiciousness, it's truly touching.
- So you're not with the whites?
- He's with the church but not all is what it seems.
First, a toast.
To new friendships.
- To new friendships.
- Jeremiah, great deceiver,
you know I've always liked you.
- Who are you?
- Treachery is close to my heart,
as are you.
You know your needs are a lot more simple
than the average mortal man.
I wouldn't of gone into poverty personally.
So the whites and their boss
have offered you a million, yeah?
It's chump change.
How 'bout a billion to come over to our side?
- A billion?
- Pounds sterling.
Could take it home tonight.
- Jeremiah, did you ever consider acting?
- What?
- Acting.
Hollywood, show business.
With your jawline,
you could go straight to the top.
And daddy could guarantee it, personally.
The money, fame.
The awards.
- I know all the top producers.
All the biggest agents work for me.
- Yeah and who might you be?
- I think you already know the answer to that question.
- Jolie, dear sweet Jolie.
It's obvious why you came, innit?
The only man you've ever loved.
The only man that's ever loved you.
- Mickey.
- Yeah, Mickey.
I can make it happen.
- He can make it happen.
- It's impossible.
- Is it?
(people screaming)
- Oh my god, baby.
(sobbing)
- Oh, looks like I've got Jolie's answer.
So how 'bout you?
Although, I don't think you'll like the alternative.
(sobbing)
- No, no.
(sobbing)
That's not my Mickey.
- He can be whoever you want him to be.
- That's not my Mickey.
I know my Mickey.
(gunshots)
(laughing)
- Did you really think it would be that fucking easy?
Charge them both
for the charge of attempted murder, treason,
and the attempt to halt the advancement
of the New World Order.
I sentence you both to death,
torture by crucifixion.
(laughing)
(chuckles)
(screaming)
(shushing)
- It wasn't that bad, come on,
it wasn't that bad, was it?
It wasn't that bad at all.
I think you're exaggerating just a little bit.
I do think, I believe you are exaggerating.
(tense music) (people laughing)
(tense classical music)
- [Narrator] I failed in my mission
to rescue the boy from the forces of evil
and get rich in the process.
He'll be raised by Satan now
and the next generation will be doomed.
Feminists will castrate young men
and their masculinity in droves
and the New World Order shall continue
to run the world with its policies.
(glass shattering)
(tense classical music)
The boy's innocence was gone
and he was now guilty as the rest of us.
- [Devil] Last chance to change your minds.
- Fuck you.
(laughing)
- How 'bout you Jeremiah?
Join me.
We'll have some fun, I promise.
- I'll do it.
I'll do it!
I'll, I'll do it!
(screaming)
- You fucking traitor.
- I knew you'd see the light.
Untie Jeremiah.
(dramatic classical music) (evil laughter)
(dramatic classical music)
- [Narrator] Jolie refused to sell her soul to the devil.
But Jolie had won.
Her will and defiance in the face of evil
meant she was indeed reunited with her soulmate
and one true love Mickey.
Jolie fought Satan in hell
and she was victorious.
As for me, I ran.
I ran and I jumped and I swam as fast
as I could off that island
to me grandfather's big old house
that I was raised in.
He belonged to a different generation to me,
and he saw the world through vintage lens.
But there's a maternal feel
about the home you raised in
that pulls you towards its bosom
when the times are their worst.
- An agreement is quite something special, isn't it?
You can't forget that, can you?
No, no, no, no, no.
(muffled shouting)
Now, by tomorrow morning,
you will receive a billion pounds in your bank account.
So just, just relax.
Yes, relax.
Relax, my boy.
Yes.
Yes, just relax.
Yes, you relax.
That's right.
You're in safe hands now.
After all, we are soulmates.
- [Narrator] Everyone has a price.
So when you meet the devil at the crossroads
and sell your soul to Satan,
the biggest mistake you can ever do
is regret it.
(soft classical music)
(tense electronic music)
(tense classical music)
(dramatic classical music)
♪ I've spent a thousand lonely nights ♪
♪ At open mics to get me here ♪
♪ Every time I grab a mic ♪
♪ Hoping I can be heard clear ♪
♪ If you can open up your third eye ♪
♪ Then open up your third ear ♪
♪ I've never understood the meaning ♪
♪ Of the word fear ♪
♪ Being courageous for ages ♪
♪ Ripping stages like pages ♪
♪ All the book of majors ♪
♪ I got mega drive like Sega ♪
♪ I'm not afraid to raise the ♪
♪ Bar with the bars ♪
♪ That are right there with the greatest ♪
♪ Hip hop facilitators ♪
♪ Original creators ♪
♪ Old school with the new style ♪
♪ To the top that skyscrapers ♪
♪ Return like a Jedi ♪
♪ Taking people ♪
♪ With our scissors ♪
♪ Fire buzz ♪
♪ You can tell ♪
♪ Hit like shells from 12 gauges ♪
♪ Every man has his price ♪
♪ For a little yes ♪
♪ Every man will take a life ♪
♪ Seeing evil through an angels eyes ♪
♪ Life in paradise ♪
♪ With the devil in disguises ♪
♪ As he hides in plain sight ♪