"[to Guy] Do you know who Roman really is?... He's Adrian Marcato's son...Roman Castevet is Steven Marcato rearranged... [pointing to the book's picture] There he is when he was thirteen. See the eyes?... In the same house, and look, look here. [reading] Soon after that, in August 1886, his son Steven was born. 1886 - got it? That makes him seventy-nine now. No coincidence... His father was a martyr to it. The parties with the singing and the flute, and the chanting. Those are S'baths or sabbaths, whatever they're called... They use blood in their rituals and the blood that has the most power is baby's blood. And they don't just use the blood, they use the flesh too... They're not setting foot in this apartment ever again and they're not coming within fifty feet of the baby... We're gonna sub-let and move out."