All right.
All right, then, Mr. Jarvis,
let's get underway with the interview here, okay?
Uh, we'll be taping this.
It was... the most dangerous time.
Wild time.
Unpredictable.
As fierce as the Windego...
yet with the curiosity of a wildcat.
Thirsty for blood.
It was the greatest
of my many theories.
Yet it resembled
my greatest success.
Yeah. Right.
If you don't mind, we're gonna begin. Okay?
Let's just start simply, okay?
It shows here in the first official recording
of this asylum,
that would be January 1911,
that you were an intern working under doctor...
Actually, we don't have that.
Do we have the date correct, Mr. Jarvis?
His eyes,
his hands.
How could we have known?
Mr. Jarvis, is the date correct?
Is the date correct?
Do not rush me, you cunt!
I have to tell you,
the beginnings of this asylum
is to root way back
into dark, forgotten seasons
back when the primordial ooze
still boiled at the dawn of time.
Its history is darker than the Middle Ages,
my friend, darker than the bottom tier of hell.
You see...
this asylum wasn't built in a day,
nor did it get the way it is now
because of its founders.
The asylum was built on fear,
fear of the unknown,
its darkest origins
speaking in the mind of an inbred
named Joe Slaader of the Catskill Mountains.
Sleep.
Sleep now, baby girl.
I can't, Daddy, I can't.
You must to sleep! None live with no sleep.
We sleep, Amducious come
and make us free.
Sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep!
Sleep!
In him, we gave meaning
to what we did here.
In him, we justified
our places here,
justified...
our dirtiest deeds.
Wake up, Joe. Sleep time is over now.
Wake up, Joe. Sleep time's over.
Wake up, Joe. Sleep time's over now.
Wake up, Joe.
Sleep time is over now.
I have blood!
Follow the blood!
Must be dead!
No! No! No kill!
Find Joe,
then ask Amducious!
Well, well, well.
Seems someone's already formed a posse.
Hello, boys.
Must be something really important
goin' on here for you guys to be away from your homes.
Mighty important for you to stop fuckin'
your sisters for more 'n a minute.
- We find blood. - You find blood, do you?
Well, no shit.
We found gallons of it in your cabin down yonder.
We have a missing inbred, a missing head, and now I got a posse
of you searchin' for the same thing we are.
You want to explain that, you stupid son of a bitch?
You make me sick.
My stomach turns at the sight of you. We're takin over this search.
If you want to dispute that, we'll just arrest you
for incest, bigamy, huh?
Conspiracy?
Just for general fuckin' ugliness.
We go back.
No! You are comin' with us.
No! We no abide!
You will abide, and you will come with us!
There's three dead, one missing... one of your own.
And that's enough for us to turn your campsite upside down.
Sir!
What?
Dear God...
Sweet Jesus.
You go into town today, Joe?
I guess we'll know that I sleep.
You be careful.
Don't say bad things. You sleep.
Oh, I hate the bad things.
I hate the bad things.
You see, my dear, I've always believed
that human thought is the product
of atomic or molecular motion.
And that motion can be converted
into... to ether waves,
like heat, light, electricity.
It's much like my device here.
With the energy from the muscle tissue in my arm
transferred to the crank,
to the fuses, to the wires...
I am able to harness electricity itself.
And what I propose is that,
we can harness human thought in the exact same way.
Given the most recent developments in electro-shock therapy,
I think it's obvious that science is on the cusp
of a major breakthrough here.
Or should I say "we"
are on the cusp, my dear?
Now...
You, of all people,
should have no cause to doubt this.
You understand...
the relationship...
between thought and electric current...
how electric stimulus from an outside source
charges through your brain
in negative and positive charges,
forcing through the synapses of your brain.
Yes... you understand very well, my dear.
Are you ready, Ardelia?
Now...
let us see
whether or not I am right.
I am told Dr. Barnard is holding a new inmate.
Or should I say "patient"?
Yes, Dr. Wardlow. They're in examination room one.
- Would you care for me to get them? - That shouldn't be necessary.
I can see that it might be some trouble
for you to unlodge yourself from your desk.
So we'll feel free to make ourselves at home.
Damn it!
More interruptions.
We... are far...
from finished, my sweet.
Edward.
He was the one.
Edward?
Edward who?
You wouldn't know about Edward,
would you?
Edward Eischel.
A damn intern, just like me,
when I first came here.
But he was much more than that.
Thank you you for joining us, Mr. Eischel.
You see, if Joe Slaader
was the first sign of the Apocalypse,
why, then Edward Eischel was the anti-Christ.
Dr. Fenton will be arriving shortly.
Until then, I'll stay as physician
in this interrogation.
Very well.
Let us begin with age.
Judging from the thinness of his hair
and the decayed condition of his teeth,
I would record him as a man of about 40.
Remove the dressing.
The condition of his facial countenance is poor,
suggesting that he would fit
into the mongoloid classification.
His skin is rough and calloused,
to the equivalence of leather,
and he has numerous chromosomal abnormalities.
These are classic signs of those people
indigenous to the uncivilized region
of the Catskill Mountains.
Put simply, the subject is the product
of gratuitous inbreeding.
I should've hoped for a more suitable asylum
for such a specimen.
He has a 3-inch bulge
protruding from his right shoulder blade.
This is a bizarre deformity.
It has a familiar shape.
A face, perhaps.
Fetal twins, unsegregated at birth.
I can hardly wait to get to the vivisection.
Wardlow,
was at the height of his powers that night,
intoxicated by his position
of authority.
Well. Now that the initial exam is completed,
you've done all that is necessary...
I would like to complete my examination, Doctor!
But Dr. Fenton is not...
Do not supposed that you are in control of these proceedings.
And do not begin to think that you have jurisdiction here.
I am the superior alienist in this room, in this county!
You do remember that, don't you?
- I just want... - Dr. Barnard!
We are the link between the civilized world
and this society.
We are both doctor and deputy.
We are both judge and jury.
So do not presume that you rise to our level, sir.
You speak when called upon.
You are merely the custodians
of one of the many spheres of my influence.
I am in control now, sir!
Harness the patient!
Do you know what per diem etrium means, Doctor?
No. I don't suppose you do.
It means to extract vicariously.
Allow me to communicate
with the patient.
Joe. Joe!
Can you communicate?
Of course you can't communicate.
It is like your kind not to communicate
in a decent and civilized manner.
I'm going to help you, Joe.
Or should I say my methods are going to help you
and help us decide if you are beyond repair.
Slop. Slop.
Slop. Douche.
Slop... douche.
That was unintelligible, Joe.
That was ignorant talk.
I want you to talk civilized
so that we may learn what happened up on your mountain.
Tell us in clear language.
I go to drink. I can smell ovens. I sleep.
I wake with bad things.
Very well. Let me apply the leeches.
We will bleed the insanity out of you, Joe.
I go to drink. I... kiss my lovin's.
- This will make you talk. - I sleep.
I... I wake with bad things.
I wake with bad things.
All right, Joe.
Let's see if we can extract
that little deformity from your back.
Perhaps your little tag-along is the source of your depravity.
Fool! That will only make things worse!
Mr. Eischel!
I think I might extract that tongue of yours
whilst I'm draining this inbred's backside.
- Your lack of respect... - Dr. Wardlow,
I would have thought that you
would have exhausted all of your procedures by now.
Actually, Dr. Fenton, I had just about,
when this upstart intern of yours decided to assault us
with his own unsolicited opinion.
Very well. If you will excuse yourselves.
By my authority, we need to prep the patient.
I am nearly complete with the subject.
Well, you will have to finish at another time, sir.
There is no other time.
Spare me your ridiculous...
I simply do not want to breach the jurisdiction
and have to report mishandling
on a prime suspect!
It is in the law that anyone...
Sleep!
I know the law.
I all but wrote the law,
you foolish old man!
Dr. Fenton,
let us speak on this matter tomorrow.
I wouldn't want to waste
a perfectly good shot, now, would I?
A little harmless laughing serum
never hurts, does it, friend?
As for the needle...
that is another matter.
Let Dr. Fenton clean that up.
So Edward was charged with looking after Joe.
Is that right, Dr. Jarvis?
Edward charged himself with that duty.
And on that first night,
the full machinations of his warped mind
began to twist and turn.
The connections between Joe's two identities
that Wardlow only narrowly understood
were becoming clearer and clearer
to Edward.
Time is of the utmost importance, my friend.
You must not die now.
At least not until
I get acquainted with your friend.
How can you talk like that?
Who are you?
How can you speak like this?
- Speak to me again! - Kiss my lovin's.
Speak to me like you just spoke to me, damn it.
I wake with bad things.
A connection was obvious
between the feeble mind in Joe's head
and the potentially brilliant mind
in his back!
Now, who do you suppose is gonna have to clean this up?
You.
Doctor! I cut 'em off!
I... I really did it this time. I cut those little bastards...
Yeah! Yeah! Easy, Doc. He ain't lyin'.
I don't mind.
So, there's enough for the both of us.
Shoulda seen me.
I got the scissors.
Boys, I gotta go. Okay? Not today.
Wait! Don't you wanna know why?
Yeah, ask him. It's real good, Eddie.
Jasper, why don't you spare me the suspense
and just tell me.
Jasper, come here. Jasper, no.
What is it? Come here.
Hey! Damn it, you fool! No!
Piece by piece by piece by piece.
Just like Jason and the Golden Fleece.
For now, I just suggest that we can...
understand the character of someone...
the nature of their brain
by merely analyzing the shape of their skull,
their bumps and divots.
What, I wonder, would those hacks make
of your second mind?
How do you analyze a man who
holds half the power of his mind
in the curvature of his spine?
You can finally sleep now, my friend,
just like you hoped, into your dreams.
I wonder what happens there,
in that mind, in those minds.
- Wake up, Joe. - Sleep...
Wake up, Joe.
J.
I kiss my lovin'.
Now, baby girl! Now.
- Wake up, Joe. - Wake up, Joe.
Wake up, Joe.
Piece by piece! Piece by piece! Piece by piece! Piece by piece!
Piece by piece!
Piece by piece! Piece by piece!
Piece by Piece! Piece by piece! Piece by piece!
- Piece by piece! - Hi, Joe.
By piece!
Wake up, Joel
Amducious.
Joe! Joe!
Move! Speak!
Move! Gruntle, damn it! Move!
Curious.
I have the only key.
It's the only way out.
There's much more to this.
Much, much more.
Curious.
I see you've come down to help with the disposal.
Disposal of what?
Jasper Crown was viciously murdered last night.
Interesting.
"Interesting" is hardly the term for such a mutilation.
His skin was ripped off of his bones.
Pieces of him were found all over his cell.
The blood was everywhere.
Maybe you shouldn't work here, then.
What was that?
I said what a terrible sin.
Yes. I would agree.
Is Joe Slaader prepped for Dr. Fenton's exam?
He is. He's still unconscious,
so an eye-level physical exam is all that we'll be able to obtain.
That'll be well enough.
Now... go assist with the clean-up.
We don't want those heinous vipers comin' up with me.
Moron.
And to think the mutant care of these people are in his hands.
Most men would've been turned away
by this bloodshed.
The confusion and horror of it
would've stopped them in their tracks,
but Edward...
Edward, he was different.
What made Barnard and everyone else shiver
excited him beyond belief...
and provided the momentum to his work
and his ideas.
Good morning, sweetheart.
The good doctor is in.
I had a most astounding evening last night.
The most astonishing patient was admitted here,
and I have only been allowed a limited time
to experiment with him.
And, well... my work has hit a bit of a bump already.
Or shall I say a bridge,
a bridge to link the human mind
to the one thing it's always sought.
Call it what you will... telepathy, ESP,
astral projections,
or simply put,
the ability to unshackle the brain
from unnecessary hindrances.
The very things, Ardelia,
the very same things that you and I have been talking about.
This work that I'm doin' with you...
it's clear to me.
It's... it's as if I were destined...
No. Not scientific.
Indeed... the work that you and I have been doing here
will definitely open up the possibilities
of Joe Slaader even more to me.
Through my work, the world can be given
a new set of eyes,
breathe new air, speak a million times clearer.
Through us, Ardelia,
whole worlds can be created.
But... to transcend...
first we must begin with a more,
shall we say, basic pursuit
before reaching the greater summit.
I knew you would agree, my sweet.
That is correct.
That is the pleasure point of your brain.
Are you ready, Ardelia?
Are you ready to take tele-human electricity to the limit?
Let us begin apace.
Let us see whether or not we can harness the world of thought.
Move your body.
Very interesting. Involuntary reflex.
Something seems a bit fuzzy.
Tell me something, Ardelia...
something I'd like to hear.
Tell me that you love me.
I...
Speak clearly, Ardelia.
Do you feel that, honey?
Do your loins ache for my snapped impulses?
Tell me that I'm your guy.
Give me more. I want to hear you, Ardelia.
Yes, that is correct.
- More! - The brain is the core of all things...
pleasurable and painful.
- More! - Now we shall incite the pleasure.
I want you to feel me, feel my strength.
More!
Yes. Yes!
Now you can feel true sensations
in the rawest form!
Yes.
Very interesting.
You've changed in a certain way.
Progressed, maybe.
Impossible.
Yet the evidence of your emotional increase is still apparent.
More.
Just like a woman to beg for more.
"More. More."
More...
No more, my sweet.
We wouldn't want to overdo it, now, would we?
You have no idea how powerful
a man like myself can be.
It's 12:00.
Fenton. Damn it.
More.
Sorry I'm late.
I apologize, Dr. Fenton. I didn't realize you were in another meeting.
- I'll return shortly. - No, no, Mr. Eischel!
These men are here for you.
I, of course, oppose their intrusion on our daily meeting,
but they insisted.
That will be quite enough, Dr. Fenton.
Excuse me, Dr. Wardlow,
am I to understand that I'm in some kind of trouble?
A simple reprimand is all that should be necessary this morning.
We have quite a lot on our slate,
given the latest mutilation,
so we can't be bothered too much with this.
I don't...
But your outburst yesterday evening
was inexcusable, not to mention
highly unprofessional.
If you aspire to a position
of any significance in this institution,
then you will heed my words with great caution.
When we have a man...
strike that... a monster in our custody,
it is necessary for us to break him, shatter his will.
Our methods are highly regarded at facilities
of much greater import than this tomb,
and you would do well not to question them,
Mr. Eischel.
I cannot abide some namby-pamby intern
questioning my authority whilst I am working.
Such an act is detestable to me, sir.
More so than the acts of that inbred cornpoke we were admitting.
- Am I allowed to retort? - Edward, please.
I should think that your reaction would be one
of relief that we have not extinguished your career here, sir.
And I should think that a man of such reputable education
and experience would recognize the pure gem
of an unfettered and remarkable intellect
when he holds it in his own hands,
instead of resorting to such base and uninformed tactics as leeches.
I thought you to be a doctor, sir, not a snake oil salesman.
Edward!
That's quite all right, Dr. Fenton.
You don't have to feign anger on my account.
I realize you detest me as much as this worm here.
I may be a man of great dignity and respect in this community,
a man of tremendous learning and honor,
but don't presume for one second,
that I am above fucking you like a low-rent whore.
With a moment's notice, I can crush your balls in my hand,
and toss you aside to the gutter, never to be heard from again.
Don't you forget that, you insolent bastard!
Good day, sir.
Dr. Fenton, I think that we should discuss Jasper.
Leave.
- Shouldn't we have our meeting now? - Leave, Eischel!
Well, at least that's finished.
- What is this? - Hello, Uncle.
Has anyone seen this?
We have a dead patient,
with a syringe in his head.
Welcome, Uncle Irving. This is unexpected.
My boy, have you seen this mess by the front door?
I should figure.
I come to visit my nephew... what do I find?
Edward, there is a dead body on the floor.
What in heaven's name is going on in this place?
How long has that corpse been there?
Aren't there interns
responsible for cleaning up such things?
To what do I owe the honor of this visit, Uncle?
"To what do I owe the honor..."
Should you have to even ask?
Is it unusual for your sole benefactor to want to see where you work,
and what kind of work they have you doing?
It is truly not a good time now, Uncle.
The asylum has been under a lot of pressure.
Is that Dr. Wardlow?
Edward, you've been much too modest about this place.
It must be very important to employ an alien.
Hardly. Good day, sir.
Wait, Dr. Wardlow.
You may not remember me.
I met you at the Governor's mansion several years ago.
- I am Dr. Irving... - Uncle!
I do not think these men have time to chat with us.
Let us be on our way.
Hardly the truth, Edward.
We have all the time we need.
What is your practice, Doctor?
I am a family doctor.
But I've been conducting interesting experiments
for the last few years.
I've just achieved a breakthrough in fungus.
Uncle, now is not the time!
Edward, hush.
I hold alienists in the very highest regard,
as should you.
Well, Doctor,
I hold family doctors in a special place as well.
Without your practices,
we alienists wouldn't have time to do the work we do,
the important work.
Have a wonderful visit.
Not the right time, indeed, huh?
You ungrateful nephew.
I get you into a good school despite your questionable merits.
I pay your tuition, every damn cent,
and you try to brush me off.
- Your parents never would've... - Enough!
You took my happy home!
My happy home!
And your work...
I want to see where my money's gone.
They killed Brother Don!
He's dead, I tell you. He's dead!
If you come, he'll die. He'll be perfect.
He had no pricklies!
If you come, he'll die!
God! She's saying to me,
"Piece by piece by piece."
Oh, please.
He was so fucking nice.
Oh, God.
Piece by piece. Piece by piece.
Piece by piece by piece by piece
by the golden fleece.
She's saying to me!
Piece by piece!
Now there is a man for solitary.
No wonder you look so tattered, Edward.
This place is as sloppy as a pig's trough.
Show me more. I want to see your work.
You know, in my day, these mental delinquents were not a problem.
We just hung 'em. One noose and poof!
Since when did they put interns in the basement?
Do all the interns work down here?
Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched.
You nearly walked me to death.
What was all that commotion,
and why couldn't I walk in all the corridors?
I tell you, this place is a miserable excuse for an asylum.
If I ran this place, I'd...
Dear God!
What is this?
This is my research,
years of development.
Development of what?
Why would you have need of this?
Sorted mamalian brains.
It's deep, Uncle.
These took seven hours to extract from one patient.
It was very difficult.
Ah, she's dead!
She's not dead, Uncle.
She's far from it.
You just haven't said anything to her.
Are you trying to be humorous?
Come now, Uncle. Say something.
You're upsetting her, I can tell.
Uh, hello? What's her name?
Ardelia.
Hello, Ardelia.
- She's alive! - Of course she's alive!
I...
more...
What?
I...
love...
What do you love?
More... more...
faster...
- Fascinating. - Dear God in heaven!
You are keeping a cadaver as a kind of a sex toy?
This is worse than I could have imagined.
It's unholy!
You're a bastard to the profession!
- You're tampering with mortality! - I've done nothing of the sort.
You have, Edward, you have. You will be damned!
I have harnessed the electric current of the brain,
commanding it at my will with the flip of a switch.
Look at you! You are a freak!
Sitting in your lab performing sexual experiments,
while the real doctors move above you, saving lives.
You're a mockery and a misfit in the field that we... that I work in.
I am a pioneer on the modern thought of brain functions.
I have the ability to manipulate...
I know all about your manipulations. Yes, yes, I see.
I know that you could never be a nephew of mine.
No, sweet God, no! This is an outrage!
I am more of a scientist than you will ever be!
Will you kill me and make me into a monster?
I do not create monsters.
I channel the human brain.
I can create thoughts where thoughts never existed.
I can take a vegetable mind and make it live again.
In my hands, the brain can think,
where in others it's tossed aside
like a wasted piece of tissue in haste.
You've brought nothing but shame upon the family.
Today, you are dead to us!
I can even monitor thought with this device here.
And if I can help it,
your days down here are numbered.
Playing with minds...
What do you think you are, God Almighty?
So be it!
Let me die to my family. It's my profession.
They're all without hope anyway, trudging about
with archaic thoughts and prehistoric philosophies.
Let me die to them. Let me die!
They can all go to hell!
Go to hell!
Joe, I want to do some tests on you.
There's certain elements in your head,
that, if harnessed properly, can give me a clear image
of what happens inside your mind or shall I say, "minds?"
I know the drink.
I kissed my lovins.
Sleep.
I wake with bad things.
That is as I thought you would say.
But what of the other,
the other inside you?
Why does that voice only get to speak on select occasions?
I wake with bad things.
No matter.
I will bring the voice out and meet the mind of your deformed,
yet brilliant fetal twin,
the one that's been trapped in your body for close to 50 years.
Let us begin.
Dr. Wardlow, I didn't realize you were in the middle of...
Oh, yes.
It's a far cry from fungus, Uncle Irving.
- Yes. - What do you want?
My time is precious
to me and those around me.
I come to you out of concern.
- You realize this. - Of course. Of course.
This had better be important, Dr. Eischel.
Yes, it really, truly is.
You realize...
the brain conducts a million functions every second,
and with those, a billion electrical charges
carry and relay messages to the whole body.
To harness those,
to differentiate between them...
would give me the opportunity
to read your mind like a picture book.
There are many matters that deserve our attention.
Yes, but it's hard to...
Speak plain, sir!
Do not waste my time with an old man's muttering.
My nephew is conducting experiments.
He's tampering with the human brain through electricity.
He has a live subject
in the cellar of this asylum.
The scientific approach to this.
Sleep.
Just tell me.
I must sleep.
Tell me.
Who is Amducious?
Sleep.
Who is Amducious?
Is that all?
A child tampering with his pet.
He... mentioned a new arrival.
- Joe Slaader. - Yes, yes.
That's the one.
He intends to test his theories on him.
Why is his name written in blood on our walls?
Is he the man within you?
Speak to me!
What? On my patient? Impossible!
It's true.
The audacity!
That's it. Speak!
More, Joe, more!
Am... duci...
More! More!
More!
Am... du... ci...
No! No, this can't be!
I'm so close!
You don't need to harness my voice.
I can speak just fine on my own.
What?
I would think by now that you would have overcome
these eccentric outbursts at my arrival.
I am, after all, part of Joe.
So you are his fetal twin!
- You are the second mind. - Such a simple mind.
You have not yet searched all your possibilities.
You have not yet delved into the deepest, darkest canyon
to find me yet, have you?
You were the protrusion on his back! You have to be!
Through a maze of synaptic impulses,
the two beings have fused into one.
Joe is the involuntary being
and you are his voluntary counterpart,
the one actually in control.
You still are not listening.
Think, think of all the possibilities.
Then you will find...
Just tell me this. Tell me, who is Amducious?
I am Amducious.
When you call my name, know this:
You call upon me, Amducious,
master and ruler of Joe Slaader.
- He is but a host. - Host?
I... am... Amducious.
Joe will sleep now.
Wait! Why sleep? What is in sleep?
In sleep, Edward, is freedom.
When we dream, life becomes a world ready to serve.
All you have to do is desire.
My Bonnie lies over
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over
Lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over
Bonnie lies over
My Bonnie lies over the sea
Dear Christ.
Amducious?
Too much to clean up this time, Joe.
Too much to hide.
Damn it, Joe! Why?
I don't think this patient will be any of your concern
any longer, Edward Eischel.
Men, bind up the monster.
This... this... He... he...
He can... it can be explained.
You miserable fool.
There is no explanation.
Your friend is a monster,
and monsters must be annihilated
for the good of the people.
No! No! Amducious!
Amducious!
Mr. Eischel, there's someone here to see you.
Dr. Fenton,
I will take responsibility for my nephew.
I will help clear him completely out of this facility.
Edward, it's not that we are holding you
culpable in any way in this matter.
It's just that you're too close to this now,
too involved.
It looks more suspect than it probably is,
but we can't take any chances.
If we anger the community,
we could be shut down.
You have to go, Edward.
There is no question.
Even if I tried to keep you here,
Dr. Wardlow and his jackals
would be rid of you in no time.
Of course we understand, sir.
We're all, well, you and I both are doctors.
We both took an oath to care for the sick.
Yes, of course. Thank you for your help in this matter, sir.
Edward, good luck in your pursuits.
Try to learn from this.
Dr. Fenton?
Yes, Edward?
What is to happen to Joe?
Execution seems to be the only option we have left.
Well, good day, gentlemen.
Edward.
Sleep!
You must to sleep.
I can't, Daddy. I can't.
# Mama had a baby and its head popped off. #
Edward. Come on, Edward. Come down here.
Down here, Edward. We're down here.
Hello, my beloved. You are long past due.
Quiet! Quiet or I'll tell.
Let me show you how we came about,
how our people came to your world.
It is in the word in the text,
which you already know about,
which you've been reading
since the moment you met Daddy.
Enter into your mind's eye, Edward,
and see.
Our great, great grandparents
came across the stretch of water.
It was they that brought the truth.
It was they that brought the idea
of really seeing what is already in all of us.
Through their rituals, they claimed their right.
And through the years,
they bred one with the other,
brother with sister, again and again
to bring forth the perfect vessel for Amducious.
We all were once a great and powerful people,
part of a secret society that God created.
We were the leaders of the whole world...
but something bad happened, Edward,
something terrible that we must never speak of.
Never.
That's why you will come to us through Daddy.
That's why Daddy is with you,
so that you can help release Amducious
and we can be the chosen people again.
My brains!
You monsters!
They were perfect specimens.
They were my brains!
My work!
Nurse Calloway...
I-I suppose you know.
That you're not supposed to be here?
Yes.
- Is there any way I can ask you not... - Not to say anything to anybody?
Yes. Is that possible?
You know I've always found you to be a very kind person.
Never harboring malice towards anyone.
Well...
Of course, Dr. Eischel.
I can do that for you.
Please, dear, call me Edward.
- Nurse Calloway. - Yes, Edward?
Joe Slaader, is he still being kept here?
Until tomorrow.
Dr. Wardlow's doing surgery on him.
I'm preparing the operating room.
He actually asked me to get more gauze.
Expecting a lot of blood, is he?
I suppose.
Dr. Wardlow,
I was not told that you would be working here tonight,
especially not this late.
Is that Joe Slaader in the operating room?
Dr. Fenton, I really don't have time
for another go-around with you.
Whether you approve of my presence or not
in your dreadful facility is of no consequence to me.
No consequence!
I am the director of this facility.
What goes on inside its walls
is of the greatest consequence to me.
And I am getting tired
of the way that you treat me
and the good people that work under me.
Yes, Dr. Fenton, it's true.
Dr. Fenton,
you are the director of this facility.
Yes. Yes. The director. Right.
And as director
this facility has been the scene
of not one but two heinous mutilations.
And to add to it, it has been revealed
that one of these so-called good people that work here
has used his position
to facilitate his own bizarre and unholy sex acts.
Well, that can't be...
Let's not play this game anymore.
I'm tired of it,
tired of the pretense, the official dialogue
that has run its course twice over by now.
Let us just say what is in our hearts.
You are a fucking imbecile!
The idiot captain of a sinking vessel,
a rat's ship that is better served as kindling.
The people under you are mere scabs,
better to be picked and tossed aside
than to be harbored and looked after.
Tell me, Dr. Fenton,
are there even balls to cut here?
This is highly unprofessional.
That's true, Dr. Fenton.
Let's make this professional, shall we?
This facility is no longer under your care.
It's a crime scene,
host to the two worst blood baths
this county has ever seen.
By order of the court, I, as superior alienist,
am taking charge of this facility
until further notice.
How's that for professional, you useless fuck?
Now, get the hell out of my sight
before I unofficially cut off your scrotum
and force-feed it to you!
Bring in the patient!
Bring him to me!
This is mine.
This is all mine!
Mine!
This is my asylum.
Mine! Mine!
Mine!
You think this is wrong?
No! And you know why?
Because I run this place,
and nobody can take it from me.
Nobody!
Get out of the way!
Move! Move! Damn it!
This is mine!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
We're takin' the intern's belongings
to the dump.
How much of it still remains?
Just the junction box and some wire and...
Yes, yes. Don't be afraid of me, boys.
Mental patient, sir. She was experimented on.
Now all she does is mumbles and drools.
Yes, I've heard of her.
Very well. You may go now.
Do no further work until tomorrow. Do you understand me?
Right.
This shall be a treat.
Hello, my little lambkin.
Oh, a vegetable.
So this is Eischel's bitch.
Another one that has fallen
out of Wardlow's control.
And what would Wardlow do with you,
I wonder.
Oh, come, my lovekin.
We dance the night away.
But how could he schtump her?
Or do such...
But he is a fool.
It is impossible!
What is that commotion?
They, they say he awakened
right before they, they brought him in,
and they pumped him with another vial of sleepers.
Impossible. I prepped him
with enough sleepers to knock him out
for the winter.
Pull back the sheet. I want to look at him.
What is this?
Yes, I can see why
you appealed so much to the young intern.
But I am certain
you have yet to feel a real man.
We need a safe place to go.
How can this be?
How can I be surrounded by such imbeciles?
Perhaps a visual is needed to stun you morons
into comprehension.
Out of my way. Move!
Out of the way! Move!
Joe.
Joe!
I'm looking for you, Joe!
Come out!
I want to help you with that fester
on your back!
Where is he?
Joe.
I don't have a lot of time.
So I'm gonna have to explain as I proceed.
I've been to your village.
Did you hear me?
Have you any idea that I'm even here?
Sleepers.
It's simple, really.
The drill bit, breaks through your scalp
and funnels a hole an inch deep.
And then,
this dips into your skull...
and lifts out your bone fragment.
Simple.
You see, if Amducious won't come to me,
then I will come to Amducious.
I know who you are, Joe.
That's right.
They've been waiting for you for many years.
I understand this now.
Don't worry.
The blood will stop.
Letting your brain breathe for the first time.
The brain needs air.
Releases the pressure.
It gives us more power.
Barnard!
Dr. Wardlow. Good. Where's Dr. Fenton?
Ah, Barnard.
Perfect timing.
It is time, Amducious.
It is time for you and I to become one.
Come with me.
Come see what real science is.
You're covered in blood!
For you to reveal
the hidden mysteries of the universe to me.
I want to feel the power of the ages.
Of course I am, Barnard!
Of course.
Please!
Shut up! Or I won't tell you, silly.
# Pocket full of posies #
# Ashes #
# All fall down #
# Ring around the Rosy #
# Pocket full of posies #
# Ashes #
# We all fall down #
# Ring around the Rosy #
# Pocket full of posies #
# Ashes #
# We all fall down #
We are almost ready
for the coming of Amducious.
At long last.
The bridge between the dream realm of the mind
and the real world of the flesh.
Come, Amducious!
I was born for this day.
For Amducious!
# Mama had a baby, and his head popped off. #
# Ring around the rosy #
# Pocket full of posies #
# Ashes #
# We all fall down #
Come to me, my love.
Let us serve our one true master,
our one and only God.
Dr. Fenton.
It is now I who am all powerful
and you who are powerless!
You shall now serve me!
Daddy. Daddy.
No, wait.
You shall now serve Amducious.
Eischel! At last your madness is revealed.
It is just as I expected.
What do you know from madness, Dr. Wardlow?
I am the only judge of that now.
And soon you will understand all too well.
Ah. The little Missis.
That's quite a head wound you have there, my dear.
But, Edward, I must say,
an excellent specimen.
Do not mock what we have done here.
All your power is now gone,
and you will finally see true power.
This is what you would have ruined
had you had your way with Joe,
destroying that ultimate power that resides in his back.
You imbecile!
You fool!
Make him bow before me, my dear,
for soon he will not have a head to bow before my master.
Look around you at these nine heads, all connected.
Their brains linked through one strong unbreakable current,
linked to this vessel
that carries my master
that will soon be linked to me.
As you can see, one pole is vacant.
One more brain is necessary
for the full power of Amducious to be released.
This is not science, Edward!
This is madness!
What you've set up is only an altar to yourself
and to your own insanity!
You know nothing of control, Edward.
I have controlled this place up until now.
You see, you have only let this place
have control over you!
This will ruin you!
Listen to me, Edward!
You cannot do this to my asylum!
You might still have a chance at this place
if you just let me go.
I order you, Eischel. Let me go!
Let you go?
Are you blind?
What more do you need to see
to recognize the true authority here?
Well, now the rest shall be revealed.
You see?
I am the messenger of Amducious!
Amducious! Amducious!
Be my messenger
bringing the wrath of the Grand Duke of Hades
upon them all.
For now, you must realize
that the only thing more powerful
than the mind is me.
Bring me forth, Edward.
Bring me the simple dreams of men's minds
and shepherd me into true reality.
I want to feel the mind of my victim.
And now for your part, sir.
You shall be the final connection
between my master and I.
Through your foolish gray matter,
the power of my lord will pass through to me
and be free from the prison of the dream world!
Free to walk the earth.
Freedom. Freedom.
Daddy's free.
Amducious, no!
No, it can't be!
It can't be.
Please! No!
Your work here is finished!
Amducious.
Yes.
Sleep.
# Mama had a baby, #
# and its head popped off. #
# Mama had a baby, #
# and its head popped off. #
Daddy. Daddy.
Sleep. Listen.
Go to sleep.
- Dr. Barnard. - Yes?
Um, I'm new on this floor,
and, well, I was sort of curious
about this man.
Curious. Really.
I wouldn't worry about him.
Well, I was particularly interested
in his drug regimen.
Seems that he's on a great deal of stimulants.
Quite an excessive amount, actually.
Yes. An extremely excessive amount,
and I'd like to keep it that way.
But, sir, I don't understand.
His name is Edward Eischel,
and he's been awake for two years straight.
Don't ever let him fall asleep, young man, at all cost.
He must never sleep.
Had I known who I had been put in charge of that day,
had I known all the dreadful truth,
I can't say I would've stayed here.
Dr. Barnard had established a new order in the asylum, it's true.
But there was still much darkness in this place,
more than Barnard, myself, or anyone else
could've swept away and covered up with some new white paint.
No, the world, we like to think lies safely beyond the walls of sleep
and in some other plane of existence
had slipped ever so briefly into this one.
A man can endure many things,
more than most of us like to think he can.
He can live without food and water for months.
He can live through the most ravaging disease,
brave the harshest of elements,
and live without almost anything
most of us would consider a necessity.
But the one thing he can't live without,
no matter how hard he tries
is sleep.