before going off into battle.
- Good evening.
- (shrieks)
I'm sorry,
have I startled you?
Are you looking for someone?
Yes, and you could
be the one to announce me.
Are you trying to make
the eclipse not happen?
Yeah.
But it's happening anyway.
What are you doing?
I'm the one who's
trained to fight him.
- But I have to help...
- Just listen to me.
You've gotta keep this safe...
no matter what happens to me...
don't let him get this stone.
(pounding)
Where is everybody?
I thought you organized a little
tar and feather party.
Yeah... something's not
right here.
Well, I guess we found out
where everybody is.
What in heaven's name are they
doing by the church?
What are you all doing?
Please, let us through.
Excuse me. Come on, people.
Step aside, please.
Please, let us through.
For God's sake,
somebody cut her down.
Cut her down yourself!
Satanist.
You sick bastard!
Please, please.
What did you do, Reverend,
help them nail her up?
You're all in terrible danger.
The safest place for you
is in your houses.
There's no safe place
for you to be.
Welcome to the majors.
Dad.
No! Where's Franks?
I thought he was with you.
The warlock's here, isn't he?
I'm going after him.
I'm going with you.
Dad, you and Ted get
these people off the streets.
Will... it's time to let him go.
Get this stone
as far away as possible.
Remember, no matter
what happens to me...
Give me the stone.
You'll never get the stone!
Give me the stone!
(yelling)
Thank you.
You missed.
No, I didn't.
My move.
Is this the best you can do!?
(revving)
Nice move.
It's your last.
So...
which of you is a second warrior?
You're no warrior...
and nor you.
Happy trails, partners.
Where is the final stone?
Sorry?
Where is the final stone?
(Kenny continues yelling)
Let him go, you bastard.
Sam, no!
Ah, the second warrior.
Here's your damn necklace.
You want it?
Come and get it.
Kenny...
you're going to be all right.
We may not be able to fight...
but we can still heal.
(screams in agony)
I believe you have
something for me.
Let's not make this difficult,
shall we?
You don't look so tough now,
do you blondie?
You didn't really
expect me to die?
I mean,
I'm older than these trees.
These rocks.
Wench.
I believe your exact words were...
''Here's your damn necklace.''
Thank you, very much.
Go to hell.
It is time.
I welcome thy lord!
Strike!
Sam!
Kenny!
(growling)
Oh, shit.
Sam! I need your help.
I'm too weak.
Hit the stones with the lights.
The headlights.
Concentrate on the lights.
Welcome to the twentieth
century, asshole!
They say this is tempered with
metal from the Holy Grail.
I think it belongs to you.
Wait... the stones.
The birth stone.