During a routine case in L.A., NY private investigator Harry D'Amour stumbles over members of a fanatic cult, who are waiting for the resurrection of their leader Nix. 13 years ago, Nix was... See full summary »

Dorothea: What ARE you?
Nix: A man who wanted to become a god... then changed his mind.
Butterfield: A lot of people believed in Nix. They haven't forgotten his promise.
Ray Miller: About...?
Butterfield: Death.
Ray Miller: What about death?
Butterfield: It's an illusion.
[first lines]
Nix: [fire in his hand] And the fire said to me, said to me... Nix, Nix, you are my instrument. From now on you shall be known as "The Puritan".
Nix: I was born to murder the world.
Harry D'Amour: Any movie stars buried here?
Valentin: Probably.
Harry D'Amour: It's not a bad place. It's warm, lots of palm trees.
Valentin: I don't think the dead much care.
Harry D'Amour: You sure?
Valentin: Are you a believer, then?
Harry D'Amour: Oh, yeah. I signed on for all of them in my time. Catholic, Hindu, Moonies. You can't have too many saviors.
[first lines]
Title Card: There are two worlds of magic. One is the glittering domain of the illusionist. The other is a secret place, where magic is a terrifying reality. Here, men have the power of demons. And Death itself is an illusion.
Nix: I've got so much power to give you, Swann. All you have to do is beg.
Philip Swann: Fuck you.
Nix: Are you ready for my wisdom?
Loomis: What's the story? Was the kid really possessed?
Harry D'Amour: Probably.
Loomis: You gonna tell me by what?
Harry D'Amour: Oh, you know, the usual.
Butterfield: [to D'Amour] You don't have a clue what you're into, did you?
Ray Miller: I feel it!
Butterfield: [to Tapert] Shhhh.
Harry D'Amour: Deep shit?
Dorothea: [talking about Nix] Think he'll be in a fit state to resurrect after 13 years?
Butterfield: If he was just a man, like me, then no. But... he's not.
Dorothea: What is he, then?
Butterfield: Maybe he'll show you.
Harry D'Amour: [missing body] He got up and walked!
Maureen Pimm: After that fall he would have broken half his bones.
Harry D'Amour: I don't think he'd have given a shit.
Butterfield: You ever watched a man die? If you watch very closely, you can sometimes see the soul escaping. And if you're very quick, you can catch it.
Exorcised Boy: Taste the darkness, D'Amour, it's been waiting for you.
[last lines]
Dorothea: Flesh is a trap... that's what he used to say... flesh is a trap, and magic sets us free.