INT. LILITH’S FOLLY – DIMLY LIT
She won’t be happy if you feed her mutt when she ain’t here, Vermis.
No, I know. How long will Lilith be?
Not long. When Peter fucks off, you’ll know she’s here. Then you can feed it.
Holding the glass to his lips, JASON looks over his pint at SAMAEL, then at PETER.
PETER is sat with his hands flat on the table and head leaning back, staring up at the ceiling.
This could be interesting.
SAMAEL brings another round of drinks to JASON’S table.
You look like you’re ready for round two.
Thanks. You read my mind. So, Lilith is a real person? Not just the name of the pub, I mean.
Oh, yes. Lilith is real. Real as real can be. She’ll be here soon.
Does she look like the picture?
The one on your sign.
SAMAEL laughs, a guttural explosion that sounds as though thick mucus is moving up in the world.
JASON swiftly pulls his drinks toward himself and away from SAMAEL’S side of the table.
That’s a sexy picture, ain’t it? No, not quite. That picture loads my gun, but Lilith, the real Lilith, she’s the one who fires it. It’s a good pic, but it misses the mark when it comes to my Lilith. Ain’t got that devilish sparkle.
Your Lilith? She’s your wife?
No, no. We were together once, a long time ago, but no, she’s not my wife. I sure would like her to grease my pole again though, from time to time. Y’know, those times when I ain’t got no other flags worth flying. Don’t tell her I said that, she’d rip out my tongue and ram it up my derrière.
No, okay, I won’t. Who’s the Lilith in the picture?
Yeah, you know, God’s grand plan.
Oh, that Adam… Hang on, Adam’s wife? That was Eve.
Have you read the Bible? Have you seen the words with your own eyes?
It’s playing with you, Like a cat pawing at the crippled mouse. Don’t let it distract you.
SAMAEL waves PETER off with a brisk hand.
Have you read it?
HOBS sits up and looks at JASON with luminous ruby-red eyes.
VERMIS leans forward, so he is a few inches from HOBS’ ear.
I want to feed you, my glorious beauty, I do, but Samael, he says no I can’t. I got to wait for…
VERMIS turns his head and stares at JASON.
INT. EMILY’S BEDROOM, JASON’S HOUSE – NIGHT
ZOE is a beautiful woman, petite and elfin-like in stature, with long silky black hair.
JASON stands in the doorway and watches his wife and daughter.
ZOE places a small leather-bound Bible on the bedside table, then sits on the bed, next to EMILY.
Aren’t we still reading Alice in Wonderland, mum?.
We are, baby. But I want to give this to you first.
EMILY reads the gold lettering on the cover.
Holy Bible. When you’re older you can choose what you want to believe. It will be your choice. But this book will be there for you if you want it, or if you need it.
ZOE hands a pen to EMILY.
Write your name in your best wormy writing, Em, and make the book your own.
With a careful studious hand, EMILY writes her name on the inside cover of the Bible.
Well? Have you read it?