Hey, you. - Eh?
- Sorry? - The next stop is yours.
Oh, thanks.
Are you sure you want to get off there?
Yes. - You live and learn.
You live and learn, it's the first time in 47 years
that I stop here.
You know, they're not the kind of patients
that people dare to visit.
I... I'm not going to visit any patient.
It's about work.
Bloody road!
So many years knowing that treacherous pot hole
and it still takes me by surprise.
Oh, have you ever thought about giving up?
Giving up? - You know... this route.
No, the pay is good and we only do
this route twice a week.
Deep down, it's a good job, believe it or not.
Your stop.
You can get off through the front door...
if you wish. - Thank you very much.
Young fellow. - Yes?
Keep an eye on your sanity.
CENTRE FOR THE MENTALTY EXPIRED
JAMES JOYCE EDGAR ALLAN MOND
What?
¿ls this the Centre for the Mentally Expired?
- Yes. Who sent you? - Nobody sent me.
Eh... you called me, I am...
Oh, the illustrator!
Yes, that's right, the illustrator.
I forgot you were coming today. Come in.
You can leave your luggage here.
The boys will take it to your room.
Please forgive my behaviour a minute ago,
we are not used to having visitors.
Many strange things take place around here.
What kind of things?
The kind of things that prevent us from having visitors.
This way.
At first, being here feels unpleasant.
But don't worry, you'll get used to it.
- Or expire... - It's not a laughing matter!
Those jokes are not funny in this centre.
The mentally expired are peanuts just like you and I.
This asylum has over 60 cells. Had things been different,
one of those cells could be yours.
I'm sorry if I have offended you with my comment.
I hope I can find an excuse in my ignorance.
The director is waiting for you in his office.
GRADUATION PHOTOGRAPH BA IN NUT HOSPITAL MANAGEMENT
Come in...
Well, so you finally arrived!
How was the trip? All right? - Well...
Of course!
Otherwise, you would not have arrived so early.
We are used to delays.
Usually, our visitors get lost on the way
and arrive a day later, sometimes even two.
May I excuse myself.
Although... we do not have visitors very often.
Do you like opera? Shall I switch it off?
- Oh, no, that's fine. - Music, my friend.
Music... you know?
There is nothing more beautiful than a voice singing.
It tickles your soul, gives joy to your thoughts.
Take a look at the landscape around us.
Could you find
the slightest hint of joy beyond this record player?
No...
Everything is depressing here.
The expired minds expire even more
between these walls.
I don't blame them, I don't know whose idea it was
to build a mental home in this place.
But certainly, he would deserve the worst of our cells.
Please take a seat.
Do you know what?
You were my first choice.
- You are my kids' favourite. - Oh, wow.
Seriously, you illustrate a book
and they read it a million times.
I think they could absorb Joyce
if it was spiced up with your artwork.
They love your drawings.
You have such a personal style.
Oh, thank you very much.
I'd love to be a child to appreciate their magnificence.
But let's move to your job.
I took the liberty of buying paintbrushes and paint cans
without asking.
The supply lorry comes only once a month.
You know what I mean. - Of course.
Well... but...
The truth is that I don't exactly know
what you want from me.
What? Were you not informed at the publishers?
I didn't have time to see my editor before the journey,
you wanted me to arrive soon
and I couldn't spend time asking for details.
I will explain everything. Please follow me.
Take a look at these corridors, my friend:
The walls fall to pieces,
the ceilings cry tears of mould.
Do you find it an agreeable place to live in?
Would you decorate your home like this?
She is being brittled.
It is not a pleasant process.
We only do it to the most...
...unsettled patients. - Does it take place often?
- More often than we would like.
We are repugnantly honoured to host in our cells
the most dangerous expired nuts of the region.
It is not easy for us... and it is not easy for them either.
None of them have been discharged.
It is more the opposite...
They get worse... each and every one of them.
Is this environment suitable at all to fight their depression?
No...
Two or three patients kill themselves every week,
and we have had to brittle...
Good Lord, I've lost the count.
But the authorities do not seem to be bothered by this.
Of course, they are not interested in their recovery.
They'd rather follow the easy way,
which is locking them in the farthest place,
in the most isolated place,
where they are not dangerous for other peanuts anymore.
That is why we need you, my friend.
- Me? - Yes, with your help
we will be able to make this place a bit more habitable.
The music from my record player
can fight the sadness of silence.
But to fight the sadness of these walls,
I need your help.
I'm not sure what you mean.
Do you want me to illustrate them?
Will you be able to?
I don't know. I have never done such a thing.
But you illustrate books.
It's not very different from what I am asking you.
You just have to imagine
that these walls are the huge pages of a book.
A little imagination,
a paintbrush soaked in paint, you know...
I want you to use bright colours.
Draw pleasant things with them.
Things that put a smile on our face.
If there is a peanut in the world who is able to do this,
that is you.
What do you say, my friend?
Have I called the right peanut?
I think there will be no problem.
I didn't expect less from you.
I will show you to your room.
There you can rest and think comfortably about your task.
But is there enough paint to do every corridor
and all the 60 cells?
No, not the cells.
The corridors and the refectories are enough.
Well, I just thought the cells would be
the first place to work on...
Impossible.
I will keep your contact
with the mentally expired to a minimum.
I have already told you that they are not
harmless peanuts.
The patients will remain locked in their cells
until you leave the centre.
But... - No excuses, my friend.
While you are here,
I am responsible for your security.
And I won't be able to ensure it if I don't keep my tenants
under lock and key. - You are the boss.
Don't make life difficult for yourself, and remember:
This is like a big-sized book.
We will leave the doors open for the places you will illustrate.
If you see a closed door, for your own good,
please do not try to open it.
I don't mean to scare you...
The most dangerous doors will be locked.
But we have to take every possible precaution.
Strange things happen sometimes...
Yes... that is why you don't receive many visitors.
Your room.
Well, you can have a rest.
You have travelled for a long time.
- When do you want me to start? - Oh, whenever you like.
Tomorrow morning, or in the afternoon...
It is up to you.
Remember that the sooner you start, the sooner you'll finish.
I'll start working tonight.
Beautiful! They make you believe you're inside of a dream.
Or a nightmare. - Don't be so gloomy.
This is a centre for the mentally expired, not ein kindergarten.
But deep down they are all like children. They need affection,
that's all. - Children not kill people.
Nothing dries faster than a tear, did you know that?
- Pardon? - Marita!
Why are you bothering our guest?
Oh, no, she wasn't bothering me.
I have bothered you... I have bothered you!
I'm sorry to have bothered you, excuse me!
Excuse me for being so naughty!
Are you all right?
Have you seen how naughty I am?
Building
blocks.
Building
blocks.
I shouldn't let her out the cell,
but she's the niece of some important person.
You know how these things work.
What about the others?
Are they never out of their cells?
Only when they're sedated...
Purée, purée again, always purée.
Purée every day, I'm sick of purée.
Doctor, guess where we spent the whole afternoon.
Having nap in the generator room?
No, we couldn't have a nap.
We have had to replace 15 light bulbs.
Do you know why we have had to do so?
They blow every time you brittle a patient!
Discipline, mein Freund!
Discipline is more important than an insignificant bulb.
If you say so...
Mr illustrator, Mr illustrator,
do you want to join us for dinner?
Oh, thank you.
Are you enjoying your stay at our centre?
Oh, yes, of course.
We are also delighted to have you here, you work so fast.
Yes, eh... so they say.
I'm sure that the patients will love your work.
I'm looking forward to seeing their reaction.
We'd be better off with old recipe.
Less drawings and more voltage.
You are too hard on them, doctor.
If we all were, darling, these things would not happen.
Will you keep working tonight?
Yes, I want to finish the east wing before going to bed.
Good Lord!
For God's sake!
Saint Petunia!
Any problem?
No, not at all.
Will you keep painting all night?
Just a couple of hours more.
If there is no problem, of course.
Suit yourself, you're already a grown-up.
Oh, don't worry. I won't bother anyone.
I am used to working in silence.
I am sure of that. Now, if you excuse me...
Is that your way of working in silence?
I am really sorry, I don't know what happened.
I'll tell you what happened, you haven't slept enough.
You should spend the nights sleeping.
You can't work 24 hours a day.
You would end up expiring...
- Do they usually scream like that? - What do you mean?!
You know... Them.
What the heck is this?
What are you thinking about? Is this painting walls for you?
Look at those colours, they're depressing!
The point was to draw happy things.
Didn't the director tell you? - It's not finished yet.
It's soon... - No, sir. It's not soon, it's late.
It's past midnight, and definitely, night shifts...
...are not good for you.
What's wrong? Did I say something inconvenient?
For your own good, I hope not. - Sorry.
You should weigh your words in a place like this.
Those who make inconvenient questions...
...are not welcome around here.
Go to sleep.
The building is not well guarded at night.
We wouldn't hold responsibility if anything...
happened to you.
Anything.
Nonsense! There is no reason why
something bad could happen to you.
We have taken all the necessary precautions, I told you.
I know, but I just had the feeling that...
You were exhausted, and when you're so tired
your feelings could be wrong or magnified.
No, Hermann.
We have made a special purée for our friend, remember?
Oh! I don't mind having the same purée as the rest.
So far it's been to my liking.
You will enjoy this one more, you will see.
But... - Please don't be impolite.
We want to be as polite as possible with you.
You are our guest.
You deserve to taste the best ingredients of our kitchen.
But don't tell the staff. They would envy your luck.
I see you are not having the good purée.
I'm the director of the centre, I have to set an example.
If I don't eat this rubbish,
how can I expect my employees to do so?
Of course.
I see you are a bit tense.
Just relax and enjoy.
We would like yourjob
not to be different from a relaxing holiday.
And with regard to what you said you heard,
please try to ignore it.
It's the best piece of advice that I could give you.
I told you that strange things happen around here.
Yes, you told me.
Then, don't bother finding an explanation, there isn't any.
That is why we call them "strange".
Stop thinking about it and you will be much happier.
If you say so... Well, if you excuse me.
I'm... I'm going back to work.
Do you reject our purée?
You haven't even tried it.
I really appreciate your efforts, Mr Director.
But I'm not hungry right now.
If you excuse me... - Suit yourself, you're a grown-up.
But it would be better for you to have some energy in your body.
Who knows. Tonight could be... difficult.
Oh! Who's there? Who's there? What's happening? What's happening?
Switch off the lights of the whole building.
We're going hunting.
Eh? The lights are off!
Eh? Eh?
Oh!
Oh! Is anybody there?
Hello? Hello?
Ah!
What have I done? God, what have I done?
Stop it, you'll kill them.
Not really, they're hard nuts to crack.
I hope that, after this experience,
you will not take our recommendations so lightly.
What the hell is happening here?
I told you it wasn't safe to wander around at night.
The expired might escape.
I thought that the cells were safe.
There's nothing safe in life, Mr illustrator. Nothing.
By the way, you're welcome.
Purée, purée again. Always purée.
I'm sick of purée.
Hold on! That man is not expired.
Don't talk nonsense.
I've seen that man before.
He's a nurse. He's part of the staff.
I can praise myself for knowing my nurses and my patients
far better than you do.
I don't need your help to find out which group
each person belongs to.
I tell you I saw that man in the refectory.
He was wearing a uniform.
You have been hearing and seeing too much lately.
Go to your room and have a rest.
Otherwise, we might be forced to show you
to a more suitable room.
They were not expired!
No!
Grandma?
Of course it's me, stupid!
Stop looking at me like that and change my sheets.
I hate the smell of urine!
Grandma! This can't be true!
She passed away of tuberculosis when I was a child.
She's dead!
Of course I'm dead, you retard! You're in a dream!
Do I always have to explain everything to you?
"Ah, ah?" Is that all you can think of?
You've brought disgrace on our family!
Look at your cousins. A doctor, a lawyer, an architect!
All of them, respectable freemasons.
But you couldn't follow their example. No!
You had to be a repulsive artist.
Your grandfather would be ashamed of you!
I'm sorry, grandma. Drawing makes me happy.
Happy? Happy?
You call this happiness?
You're locked in this bloody mental home!
I must admit that things have fallen through a bit.
The self-destruction process has begun!
And it can't be stopped.
Grandma, of course it can be stopped. You know how to.
You always knew everything.
That expired with the mole! You saw him in the refectory.
He looked like a normal and healthy chap, right?
Look at him now! That's what will happen to you.
You've been doomed with that from the beginning!
Don't say that, grandma. We'll find a way to solve this.
You will help me. - Nonsense!
You won't solve this, you dumb idiot.
You never solve anything!
You weren't able to prevent the death
of that pet pistachio of yours.
You weren't able to prevent tuberculosis
from ruining my lungs.
It is all your fault.
You and your attitude of not doing anything!
Grandma, please!
You can't do anything, apart from those silly scribbles.
Did those scribbles help you save your pistachio?
Did they save me? No!
You won't prevent the others from dying.
Many more will die, many more.
Many people will die and you won't do anything about it.
Because you, you useless artist, you can't do anything!
Ahhh!
OK, you have to think clearly. Think clearly.
Don't let yourself be carried away with first impressions.
What have I done? God!
They were expired, sure they were.
My imagination has played a dirty trick on me, that's all.
If they're not expired, why are they treated like that?
Why? Why?
What did they do? They had to do something.
What if they didn't do anything, but they knew something?
What if they knew something? Or found out something?
I think I need to take a piss.
Something shady is happening here.
And all you think of is taking a piss, like an idiot!
You'll end up like those poor souls.
What else can you do? Piss on your pyjamas?
I should clear off tomorrow. It's clear they don't want me here.
But why the hell did they call me?
Who called me? And why?
Good heavens! I'm talking to myself aloud.
That's not good, that's not good.
You will end up locked in.
You are locked in!
No!
Marita. Marita.
Where are you going?
Marita? They won't like to see you wandering around.
Marita, come here, please.
Marita, come back! Marita!
Closed doors are dangerous.
Building blocks.
Building
blocks.
Screams
crushed.
Building
blocks.
Stop crying. Come with me.
Let me walk you to your room.
This is my room.
Really? And where are the others?
The others? The others? Don't call the others.
Not the others!
Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself.
No, no!
Take her away.
Let me go! No, let me go!
Let me go! Ah! Let me go!
Help!
No!
You've been found twice in the wrong place
and on the same night.
Why are the cells empty?
You told me the patients were locked in their cells.
We also told you to mind your own business.
Would you rather I left her alone?
That girl is perfect for finding ways to hurt herself.
Your work is to paint walls,
not to care for expired girls.
I don't get involved in your work,
so make sure you don't get involved in ours.
And now I encourage you to go back to bed.
Otherwise, you'll be too tired tomorrow
to keep on with your scribbles.
Damn it!
There is no dialling tone!
What you doing? - I'm trying to talk
to my editor. - Lines are cut off.
What? - You won't think
we could make it possible for die patients to contact
outside world? It be catastrophic.
Are they not supposed to be locked in?
Be alert anyway. Hunt!
Die expired must not have links
with the civilized world.
First, the telephone, then democracy,
propaganda, then vote by post,
Michael Schumacher strugenbagen!
I resign!
Find someone else to finish my job,
I won't stay in this place one more day!
Calm down, my friend.
What's all that stress about? Please tell me.
Why did no one tell me the phone lines were cut off?
Did you ask at all? - And the cells?
What about the cells? - What do you mean?
I saw the cells by mistake last night
and they were all empty. - Ah, that.
We did a last-minute patient transfer.
We did not find the cell to be the safest of places
given the circumstances,
you know what I mean.
I have been told that you had an unpleasant meeting
with three of our guests.
The guests were not the most unpleasant part of it.
Cheer up, you have been working too hard.
It's normal that you feel... a little odd.
Think about it before resigning.
We'd be very sorry to see your talent leave
for a mere trifle like this.
I'm fed up with that story of being tired.
Tiredness has nothing to do with this.
I won't stand being between these walls
one day longer. - Whether you like it or not,
you will have to stay at least for another night.
The bus will come here in about two days.
So the best you can do is take it easy.
Come on, focus on your work and you will see
how you forget your concerns.
You can take some time off if you feel like it.
It won't be necessary.
Excuse me.
Well, we don't want to meddle in your work,
but we have seen what you've drawn in the corridors;
you said the other day
that you would finish all the corridors, didn't you?
Yes, that's right.
The question is that you have missed a corridor.
It's not that we care much about it,
but you know, we just want to help you do your job better.
Right, that corridor. The truth is
that I'm leaving it for the end.
But you will illustrate it, won't you?
Of course. - Don't forget.
I won't, don't worry.
What do you want? - There's a corridor with no light.
I need light to work.
Every corridor has light. - There is one that doesn't.
Ah, the corridor. You mean that corridor.
We can't turn on the light there. - Why is that?
We have been told to keep that corridor in darkness.
- But... - The walls there
are too damaged. If we light them,
it would be a terrible sight.
How am I supposed to draw on them if I can't see them?
They say you're the best in your work.
They say you could do yourjob with your eyes closed.
Well, this is your chance to prove it.
If you want light in that corridor, fix up the walls.
When they're not offensive to the eye,
they won't be discriminated by the light.
Get out of here, Marita! The director doesn't want you
to come to this corridor.
If they find you here you'll be brittled again
and taken back to your cell. - No, not to the cell.
Not again, not to the cell.
Go away then!
Building...
blocks.
Building
blocks.
Screams
crushed
Building
blocks.
Listen, can you hear the screams?
They are crying for help,
but no one will help them.
No one will help them.
I'm sorry, I... It wasn't my intention.
Please forgive me. I won't do it again.
Please, I need you to forgive me.
He's been working for a long time in there.
He has to draw in the dark, that's why it takes him so long.
I've finished.
He's finished. - He's finished.
He's finished.
He's finished! - Call the director.
Mr Director.
The illustrator has finished the corridor. It's cool!
At last!
I don't know what I have drawn exactly.
It's been so... confusing.
I don't know if it will make any sense.
The walls will be much nicer than before.
Those walls were so dirty... - Yes, very dirty.
Let's not waste more time.
Go and turn on the lights of the corridor.
Are you sure, Mr Director?
Positive.
I can't wait to see our friend's masterpiece.
The truth is... - It will be an excellent work,
I'm sure. But you must bear in mind
that your work in the rest of the walls
has set very high standards.
Let's go in.
Someone have those monsters shut up!
They won't shut up.
Marita, get out of here right now.
This is not good for your treatment.
Marita!
You're bothering Mr Director.
Do you know what happens when you bother the director?
You're expired!
No! I didn't know what I was doing.
If you had known, you wouldn't be an expired.
You would be a twisted peanut.
Get away from me! What are you doing? It's not my fault!
No! Mr Director, tell them I'm fine.
Tell them to leave me alone.
Brittle him!
Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!
Maximum power.
Stille Nacht! We could not finish die procedure.
I would diagnose a breakdown in the main generator.
Lock him in the nearest cell.
We'll repeat die procedure when the light is back.
Marita. Marita.
Marita, quiet. - Lies.
- Quiet. Quiet. - Lies.
Shut it up.
Stop talking nonsense. I have to get out of here.
Do you understand? Tell me how to get out.
Shit!
No one gets out of here.
The door is locked.
And where is the key, pretty? Where is it?
Come on, Marita!
Tell me where is the key.
We'll get out of here together.
In the director's office.
I'm going to get it. Then I'll come to get you, OK?
Wait for me here. Wait for me. Don't screw it up.
We are... all...
doomed.
Marita. Marita!
Marita! Marita!
BA IN NUT HOSPITAL MANAGEMENT
lmpostor!
What are you doing here?
You are not the director of this centre.
How dare you come sneaking into my office
and tell me? - This is not your office.
This is not your graduation photograph.
Stop talking nonsense.
Your thoughts have expired.
You are not in the photograph.
And that makes me think that it's not me who's expired.
Next time you want to make such a serious accusation,
try looking closer.
Take a look at the fifth photo starting from the left.
Do you really think that the photo does not do me justice?
One day you'll be grateful for what I'm doing, my friend.
You need urgent treatment. You have problems!
Let me show you my way of dealing with problems.
The bus!
I'm a hazelnut!
I'm a hazelnut of love.
Let die felines loose!
Mind the step, you son of a bitch.
Ahhh!
Come down at once, you have no escape.
We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
What the hell is he doing?
Damn, Warden One! Have you seen that?
This guy has really expired.
I don't think he's survived the fall.
We can't take risks. Seal off the area.
Hey, here! Here!
Can you hear me?
Are you all right?
Cursed pot hole!
Always takes me by surprise.
That's the way it is.
What a way to die!
This is not what one deserves after 47 years of service, is it?
This is nothing compared to what awaits me...
You were my only hope for getting help.
Please!
Make sure my body is taken away from here.
I don't want to be buried in this place.
This place... is cursed.
There's no need to say it.
Hold on! What a fool I've been!
I've been a true idiot!
Of course I can get help. I should have thought about it!
If they are the expired,
then the staff at the centre... It's them.
The staff are the expired, and the expired are the staff.
Don't you realise? Don't you get it?
What the hell are you talking about?
The help we need is inside the centre.
I know where to find the real nurses.
If I set them free, they will help us.
Young man, that place has driven you nuts...
I don't understand a word. - I'm going to try.
It might be risky, but it is all we've got.
I'll be back soon. Wait for me here.
I won't move, I won't move.
I promise.
No, no! Mr bus driver!
I know what you're thinking, but don't even try.
Fake shrinks! Expired nuts dressed up like nurses!
I'll take you to your cell. You may not believe it,
but it's the most advisable thing to do.
Hey! Are you all right?
What have they done to you? - Don't shout!
You'll make them angry!
Calm down. I'll get you out of there!
No, don't do that.
Move away! - You're about to make a mistake.
Give me the keys and I'll walk you to your room.
It's the best for all of us.
Don't bust my M&Ms!
Let me go, or I'll walk over your dead shell.
I can't allow you to let them loose...
No!
Don't open that door!
Calm down, you're getting me on my nerves.
I'm trying to open the bloody door!
I said calm down! I'll open straight away.
Look, take a good look.
Minimalist decoration, right?
It's a terrific work.
You should be proud. - No!
Was this what covered the walls of the corridors?
Shut up! - What's wrong? Don't you like it?
Do you want me to make a nice drawing over it?
The stains disappear.
But the stains in your conscience can't be covered with drawings.
It might not be a good idea after all.
Do you remember what happened when I last tried
to draw something with those screams in my head?
No!
God, you've stained your uniform!
Is that how you care for the things you borrow?
Remind me not to lend you my clothes.
Who lent you the uniform? Maybe that peanut there?
Or that one over there?
They were expired!
No, no, don't leave me here! You fools!
Little pieces of glass...
Pieces of glass, little pieces of glass!
One more... this one's dirty.
Come on, open up!
Fucking blocks!
Come on, come on.
Become a painter... What an asshole of me!
I can't express myself... I'm not spiritually fulfilled.
Photos and drugs!
This is the end. We are trapped.
You know?
You were right. Strange things happen here.
Well, if I have to die here,
I'll die doing the only thing
I know how to do in my life.
Can you give me a hand?
Naughty peanuts go to the wall.
Intruders! They're attacking us! We're going to die!
I'm a hazelnut! I'm a hazelnut!
I'm a hazelnut of love!
I'm a hazelnut! I'm a...
These drawings look like the work
of a goddamn twisted mind.
All the building inspected, Sir!
No trace of the drawer!
He's disappeared! - I'm sure these savages
have eaten him.
I saw similar things in the '89 war.
We've discovered a corridor, Sir!
Do you want a medal for that?
This place is full of them. - This one's different, Sir.
You can hear screams through the walls.
Screams?
Isn't there a door? - It seems
that they've blocked it, Sir.
There's a wall... made of blocks.
Blow it up.
Where the hell do those screams come from?
Who are you? - Don't be afraid.
We're from the Army.
We've come to help you. Your editor called us.
- My editor. Two weeks passed
without news from you. We tried
to contact the director of the centre,
but apparently the lines had been cut off months ago.
It looked suspicious.
What the fuck did they draw on the walls?
I did the drawings.
On this walls it's written what happened.
The expired peanuts ran away.
And they murdered the staff of the centre.
They were cornered in the corridor. They were stripped.
They were given the worst of deaths.
Fuck! Can those goddamn screams stop?
The few that were still alive
suffered the most atrocious tortures.
Some of the expired used the garments of the staff
so as not to raise suspicion on
anyone who came from outside.
And no one suspected.
The supplies lorry comes only once a month.
And there aren't many visitors.
As time went by, those wearing uniforms,
those who pretended to be the doctors
and nurses, started to get used to their role.
So much that they considered it real.
They forgot who they really were.
They thought themselves to be the real staff.
They started to brittle all the expired ones
who didn't live in that paranoid illusion.
And how did you manage to find out all that?
The screams told me so.
We've got to burn this down with napalm.
It will be done, Sir!
So much horror trapped between these walls.
I hadn't seen anything like it since the civil war in Andorra.
And this guy. Locked in for two weeks
with those horrible screams.
I don't want to know how he managed to survive.