[♪ ]
[wind whistling]
[muffled speaking]
[woman] Jack? Are you there?
[man, indistinct]
[woman] What's your location?
[man] ETA is.. about under an hour.
[man] Any luck?
Had any news from them?
[woman] No one has head a squeak for the past 72 hours.
There's not telling what might have happened.
[man] Eh, don't worry, Kat. I'm sure it's just a comms problem.
[woman] You be careful.
You're miles from help if something goes wrong.
And report back soon.
[man] Yes, I will. God Bless you, Kat.
[engine rumbling]
[sign squeaking] [music continues ♪]
[music swells ♪]
[door slams]
[metal clanging]
Hello?
[music fades, loud whirring]
[door slams]
[electric flickering]
Hello? [echo]
[shouting] GNE Security here!
Anybody home?
Hello?
[sighs]
[eerie sounds, heavy breathing]
[glass rattling]
[loud creaking]
[electric hum]
[music swells ♪]
[chaotic rattling]
[creaking]
[yelling, loud bang]
[metal bang, loud whining]
[wind whistling, metal bashes]
[grunting]
[water trickling]
[gasps, grunts]
[faint whispering]
[voices hiss louder] [door crashes shut]
GNE Security.
Open the door, I'm here to help.
[loud bang] [grunts] Oh!
Woah! [lockers crash]
[eerie music ♪]
[adult chorus sings in Latin ♪]
The drill workers slaughtered a jackal
and wrote in blood on the walls.
[woman over walkie] You're fucking kidding me!
- What did it say? - I don't know, it's Arabic.
But it's nothing to get too amped up about.
Twenty-five people vanish leaving blood and bullet holes?
So... when do we amp up?
Kat, I'll be fine!
There are some other buildings I could check out,
but not in this. It's going to be dark soon.
- Who's on graveyard? - Alex.
Tell him I'll check in again at 2100.
- You bet. - And inform Caswell.
Over and out. [camera flash]
[beep, beep, beep]
Umal Duwayce...
[woman on video] Would you mind sharing
with us what is attracting you and your team to research
one of the remotest locations in the Sahara?
Well it's not the Sahara per se that's attracting me,
but what lies far beneath it.
What is it that you're hoping to find?
Well, I shall reveal more at the press conference
later this afternoon. The seismographic data has
revealed a vast geological anomaly deep within
the Earth's crust. [lights flicker]
[suspenseful music ♪]
[machines whirring and clanking]
[brakes squeal]
[man's voice] Welcome!
I expect you're wondering why I've summoned you
here today.
Come in.
Yes, you. Don't be shy.
There are plenty of seats here, at the front.
I'll start again. I've summoned you here today, to announce
our ground-breaking objective. To drill deeper than ever before
in human history. To unlock the mysteries hidden deep below
the Earth's surface. It's one of
the remotest areas in the Sahara. Also, the location
of a former natural gas exploration site.
Seismographic data recently detected
a massive underground cavity over nine miles down.
Now that new techniques make it viable to drill deeper
with much smaller crews, I've put together a team
of international researchers and local workers to lease
the site and resume drilling.
Some team members are hoping to find new
independently evolved lifeforms.
Perhaps extremophiles such as hypothermophiles.
[overlapping voices] [cork pops, laughter]
Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!
To the leadership of Professor Borman.
[glasses chink] [indistinct, audio breaks]
[woosh]
[wind howling, metal banging]
[man on walkie] ...of interest to our colleagues
in the institute. I don't think it's the isolation. We're all
experienced field workers. No, no. This is different.
It's all speculation and soul searching about the index.
I mean, [indistinct]... It might understand.
There are superstitious burbers who talk about
disturbing some spiritual realm. But it's affected us all, I mean
Dr. Evanov and I engage in long and heated discussions
about the meaning of good and evil.
[voice trails off...] [rattling, buzzing]
[gasps] [thumping]
[panting] Oh God.
[heavy exhales]
[bolt locks with a bang]
[screen rattles]
[eerie music ♪]
[♪ ]
[engine turns off, brake squeaks]
[boiling, hissing]
Hello? [echo]
Anybody here?
[door creaks] [woman on walkie]
Morning Kat.
[Kat] Any developments?
- Just checking something out. - Checking what out?
Jack?
Seems I might have some company.
- Jack what is it? - I'll get back to you.
You gotta be kidding me.
- [woman panting] - Morning!
About fucking time.
- What? - Let me get changed
- and we can go. - Wait, wait, wait...
Who are you? What's been going on here?
It's a long story.
The sooner we get out of here, the better.
- You alone? - Not anymore.
[door slams shut]
[shower on] Hello lady?
Look, uh... I don't know how long you're gonna be,
but I need some answers. And who are you?
I mean... where is everyone?
One question at a time. I'm Doctor Jennie Christianson.
JC. I'm a research colleague of Professor Borman's.
[shower rings clatter]
- What do I call you? - Jack. It's Thomas Jackman.
[clears throat] People call me Jack.
Pleased to meet you, Jack.
Yeah, likewise.
So they've, uh... sent you here to rescue me?
That's wonderful. Late, but wonderful.
I'm looking forward to spending tonight in the best hotel,
in a really big town with lots of people and noise.
[chains rattling] I'll fill you in on
all the details on the way.
It's a long trip.
Why don't you start now?
What do you know so far?
Well, no one's heard anything from here since Sunday.
What do you know of our work here?
Just let me ask the questions. [Jennie scoffs, zips pants]
Who are you exactly?
- I already told you, my na... - Thomas Jackman.
Yes, I know. But by who's authority are you here
questioning me?
GNE Security.
Yeah, this is a private project.
The company you leased the site from asked us to
check up on you.
So...
Well, the first thing you'll want to know is that our
project leader Professor Borman, is dead.
Dead.
[door creaks open, air whistles through]
[indistinct whispering]
He was shot.
By Doctor Evanov, our chief geologist.
In a fit of rage.
How close was Evanov to Borman when he shot him?
Um... Five, maybe ten meters?
I wasn't there. Does it matter?
[boxes crash, gasps]
Doctor Varga. A Hungarian researcher.
- Apparently a heart attack. - What, did you forget
- about this one? - Look, Jack...
I don't want to be a hiccup in your investigation,
but if you don't mind we really need to leave. As in now.
Yes, well... That may be the case, but...
I'm gonna have to call in for some instructions first.
Look, I need the police. Something weird is
going on here.
[Kat] Hold a sec.
Linda, get me Caswell. The situations escalated.
[Kat] So, what now Jack? Protocol won't let you
- abandon a crime scene. - I know that. Tell that to
the doctor. She's off to pack her things.
She seems pretty keen to leave.
[Kat] She?
Didn't I mention Doctor Christianson's a woman?
[Kat] No, you didn't Jack. What's she like?
She's pushy, assertive, suspicious.
- Much like yourself. - Well you left out
stunningly attractive!
[Jack] Just get the authorities out here, would you?
Jack, Caswell here.
You and the doctor have to sit tight. All available resources
are being allocated to searching for the missing crew.
I want you there in case some of them start to
- wander back in. - But sir, if this is a
suspected homicide, there will need to be
a proper investigation.
All the more reason to stay put.
Police will send a chopper the moment one's available.
[Caswell] You're safe where you are for that, you copy?
[Jack] Yes sir.
[Kat] Hey, you sure it was murder?
Looks like suicide to me. But I don't want to mess too much
with the evidence. I'll take a second look
and get back to you. Over and out.
[door creaks shut]
[keys jingle, door closes]
[camera beeping]
I'm all packed!
- You ready? - Sorry, what?
To rotate out of here.
As in leave.
You say Varga died of a heart attack...
That was the opinion of our M.O. Doctor Williams.
All I know is that they found him lying dead on the floor
of his quarters.
Can we go now?
[sighs] It's a long way back on an empty stomach.
- Jack to be honest, I thi... - Good, cause I'm starving.
I took a wild guess. Black, no sugar?
Drink tea actually.
You're not married?
My wife passed away six years ago.
Oh, God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
What about you? Do you have anybody back home?
You mean... like a husband?
I mean like somebody that might be worried about you.
You interrogating me?
- Just curious. - What, you a cop?
Used to be. [rattling, banging]
What's out there?
The cesspit.
But I'd stay away from there if I were you.
So why the change of scene?
Doesn't it ever get to you?
- I like the space. - Well scale and isolation
can bring out the strangest things in people.
Excuse me.
Doesn't it ever get to a city boy like you?
[door creaks]
Tell me about the project.
Well, about six days ago, just under 47,000 feet,
the drill broke through the top of the cavity.
- It was great. - And?
The truth is, we know very little about what lies
below the outer crust. Even the one average is 15 miles thick.
And if the world were an apple, that'd be thinner than the skin.
Nobody's ever seen below it. Let alone taken samples of it.
Takes at least five minutes to reach the bottom.
You won't hear anything at that depth.
When the wind blew, the drillers said the noise was
like the howling of demons.
What, the southwest wind?
Yeah. Heathen superstitions.
Like all the garbage they scrawled on the dorm walls.
Do you know what it says?
I don't have to.
[sighs] Oh, shit.
[screeching, ♪]
You ok?
Yeah, I'm... just a little dizzy.
When did they write it?
I don't know.
Seemed more like a ritual than a celebration.
[whooshing, droning]
I saw a video in the lab. The scientists were celebrating.
Why weren't you in the video?
[shotgun fires, voices]
Who do you think took the video?
You weren't in any of the photos.
[loud clunk, Jack grunts]
Oh my God, Jack. Are you ok?
Come on, let me help you.
Put your arm around me.
There have been a lot of strange accidents lately.
Here, lie down.
I'm gonna go get you some ice.
The sooner we can get out of here, the better.
[door shuts, latch locks]
[suspenseful music ♪]
[loud droning, pipes rattling]
[gurgling]
[music swells ♪] Aah!
Jack? God, you look like you've seen a ghost.
Come on. Come lie back down.
It's okay.
Jack...
Do you believe in the supernatural?
No.
Why? Did you see something?
o, no. It's just... there are so any things we can't explain
I just thought I'd get a scientific opinion.
[faucet running]
Labeling them supernatural doesn't explain anything.
We can't abandon rational thought just because we
don't understand something.
There is always a logical explanation.
- Says who? - Some people fear
the unknown, and that is dangerous.
But some fear makes sense. Like fear of pain,
it's a security mechanism.
Sure, when we still lived in caves. Our instinctive fears
have become a liability. They lead us to kill each other.
[Kat] Base unit to Mobile Four.
Base to Mobile Four.
Base unit to Mobile Four.
Come to me, Jack.
- Mobile Four. - Oh they found
a guy stranded in the desert. Uh, Doctor Evanov from
- the drilling team. - Evanov?
- Alive? - Barely.
But he had some kind of gas sample with him. We've sent
it to the lab for testing.
When are the cops getting here?
Their priority is the missing crew, so I'll just have to
keep you posted there.
Did Evanov say anything?
Not much. He's in bad shape. Ranting in Russian. We got
Alex to translate.
Yeah, he was mumbling about something evil being there...
yeah I got no idea what he meant though.
Yeah, that's weird.
JC seemed pretty rattled about something too.
That's the other thing...
According to JAMC, the company leasing the site,
it was an all male team. There were no women
- on the project. - What? Say again?
[Kat] They've got no record of a Jennie Christianson,
Doctor, or otherwise.
[orchestral music ♪]
You there? Jack?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah I'm here, Kat.
Send us a photo of her and we'll check her I.D.
Get us some pictures of the graffiti and I'll get Yousef
- to translate them. - I'll get you those photos.
Out. [walkie clatters]
[door shuts]
JC?
[heavy breathing, eerie noises]
[shouting] JC!
JC! [echo]
[birds chirruping]
Jack! [out of breath]
Where were you?
- Where were you? - Please don't do that.
I couldn't stand being left out here alone again.
I gotta get out of here.
We can't.
I've been ordered to stay in case any crew returns.
They'll never return.
How do you know that?
[scoffs]
[can rattling, exhales sharply]
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[exhales] How long before help arrives?
I've no idea.
We're waiting for the police investigation.
Well why don't we just drive out in your truck?
I've already told you. When did you join the project, JC?
Were you there from the start or did you sign on later?
From the start, I told you.
Oh. Well my HQ says there were no women on the team.
There was no Doctor Jennie Christianson.
You think I'm lying?
Come with me.
This is dated July 12th through July 19th.
The first tape shot the week of our arrival.
When Borman made the leasing arrangements
there were some concerns. A single women among men,
union rules about separate showers and toilet facilities
and so on.
Our research budget was already stretched,
and I would've lost my place on the team had I not agreed
to share with the men.
So... Borman falsified my name and gender.
There.
Do you still have doubts?
It's just, you're not in the records.
Brooks. I'm registered as Doctor Alan Brooks.
They found Evanov.
Alive.
That's, um... Wonderful.
Okay, JC.
What's the full story?
You know, if I tell you, you'll be like us?
You won't ever be able to not know.
Try me.
[chair scratches floor]
Well, after we penetrated the cavity, we were very keen
to find out what was down there.
We stationed a number of remote sensors.
One of them transmits live audio data.
Sound.
This is what we're picking up.
[muffled shrieks, wind gusts]
Sounds like wind. Right?
Yeah. Then you agree with me. Thank God.
Wait, wait.
[clicking, gusts grow louder... shrieking]
[high pitched shrieks with distortion and static]
It almost sounds...
human!
Like people in pain.
No one believed it at first.
That's too bizarre.
[exhales] I mean, it's like it's...
That's how we all felt.
For a time none of us wanted to talk about it.
This... The drilling crew,
they began muttering we'd released something.
They started seeing things wandering around the corners.
What things?
Spirits, poltergeists, genies, I mean... who knows!
Obviously some kind of mass hysteria.
But they believed what they were seeing.
What about the scientists?
Doctor Varga said he woke to see his dead mother standing
at the foot of his bed...
Carrying the corpse of his stillborn twin.
I'm certain it contributed to his heart attack.
Dunno about you, but I think I need a drink.
Why didn't you tell me this earlier?
I didn't want to encourage the same symptoms in you.
[bottle clangs]
Visions, like at the shaft head?
And at the infirmary? [gurgling, eerie noises]
That's how it starts, Jack.
Sate.
Yeah. [glasses clink] Cheers.
And you attribute all of this, to uh...
like it's um...
Why not just say the word, Jack?
What, hell? Is that what I'm supposed to think?
That hell is a physical place that lays just miles beneath us.
And that Borman believed he'd drilled into it. [scoffs]
People once thought it as geographically real as
Cairo or Jerusalem.
And those inclined to accept a literal hell still do.
But hell is no more than a spiritual creation used to
instill fear in others. It's all in our minds.
Hey Yousef. Would you look at these?
Jack just sent them from Jebel Afra.
Crazy. These are characters from old fairy tales.
Do they mean anything?
They write to banish evil spirits. Genea Duwayce...
A what?
A devil woman, she seduced men.
It's a morality fairy tale.
[suspenseful music ♪]
So that's where you've been hiding.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Yeah.
I should have brought my camera.
I love the way the light turns in the Sahara.
The way the air smells at sunset.
I don't smell anything special.
You don't know what you're missing.
You know, when I was a young boy...
my mother told me that the sun was driven around the world
in a chariot drawn by four horses. And a wizard
sprinkled the stars on the roof of the sky.
My mom told me the sun is one of 100,000,000,000
in the galaxy. Which is one of 100,000,000 in the universe.
And that some light has traveled since before
dinosaurs were on the earth.
Ending it's journey... Right here.
Right now.
That's not a mystery, that's a fact.
Oh...
Don't you think that fact's a little clinical?
Non-emotional. I mean, the math takes away the poetry.
Sunset for work.
Not for me.
Science only adds to the wonder of a sunset, and
everything else in the world.
I don't see how it can take away.
What about love?
Jealousy?
[laugh, sigh]
Phenethylamine.
Phene... what?
A chemical the brain produces when you fall in love.
And there's dopamine, and norepinphrine...
So the greatest of all human emotions, can be...
broken down to a... chemical compound.
The greatest music on earth
can be reduced to notes on paper. But I can still
be moved by it.
[crickets chirping]
[metal slides, grease sizzles]
Smile!
Hey! [beep] What're you doing?
Delete it! I wasn't ready.
If your image isn't on there,
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to shoot you.
[grunting with effort] [giggles]
Uh oh...
- What? - I blinked!
Take two! [growls] [laughing]
Eh, well. It shall live this time.
Make me a copy.
There's a printer in the lab.
What're we drinking with dinner?
There wouldn't happen to be a Chateau Expensive anywhere
- around here would there? - Why don't you try
Borman's office while I freshen up?
He kept a few nice bottles hidden in his bookshelf.
[bell ringing]
[eerie music ♪]
[shrieks and muffled voices grow louder]
[woman's voice becomes more distinct] Ah! Help!
Ah! Thomas! Help!
[door creaks open]
Sue?
[loud print, beeps]
[tap on glass]
What?
Don't you like it?
t's for NBC cocktail receptions.
I don't get to wear it much.
Yes, it's beautiful.
You alright?
I though...[coughs] um, you left the light on.
Oops.
Silly me. You hungry?
Starving. [exhales]
- Mmm. - I can do more
- than study rocks. - Evidently.
[dishes shuffle]
Philosophy, geology, psychology,
and to top it, you're beautiful.
Close your eyes. I have something for you.
- What are you doing? - Keep 'em closed.
I know it's a little early...
but Happy Birthday!
How did you know?
It's on your I.D.
Jack?
I used to think hell was in your head, heaven in your heart.
[child's laughter]
Now it just feels like it's the other way around.
You want to tell me about it?
About her?
You don't miss much, do you?
We were married six years.
With twins.
Ben and Anna.
She was... unhappy. I just didn't know how unhappy
until she left. [child's laughter echoes]
I thought you said she passed away.
She committed suicide.
Oh God.
It was my fault.
I was so wrapped up in all my crap...
I failed her.
That's no reason for her t...
She thought that I was having an affair!
Oh, God...
Jack.
[glass clinks down]
It was my 35th birthday.
[children laugh, camera clicks]
Sue and the kids arranged a surprise birthday party
I hadn't been in the house for two minutes.
When the bloody pager went off and I was back
out the door again.
Daddy! [shotgun fires]
Some part of me,
at some level knew...
I swear, I... I... I had this feeling.
That I was...
seeing my life for the very last time.
But I just kept walking towards that door,
I could've saved my family.
But I didn't listen to my gut instinct
and I remained Jack the cop.
Logical, rational...
You're being too hard on yourself, Jack.
I'm sorry.
I don't mean to sound insensitive,
but I've seen what can happen when people abandon reason.
You could get seriously hurt.
You're a good man.
There's no point
in having thick armor on the outside
if your own worst enemy is within.
Thank you.
What for?
You're making me feel something I haven't felt
in a long time. [sighs]
[♪ ]
[moans]
- Ah, Tom... - Don't call me that.
Okay?
[suspenseful ♪] Stop!
Stop.
What is it?
I can't do this.
I'm sorry.
[door creaks, foot steps, door squeals shut]
[slam]
[click] [whirring]
[suspenseful music ♪] [door opens]
Susan?
JC.
Shhh. Relax.
Put her out of your mind.
[music changes ♪] Take it off.
[grunts]
Hello, Tom.
No!
[panting, sensual music ♪]
[moans]
[droning]
[droning tones]
[rumbling]
[exhales]
[rumbling] [whispers]
[rumbling, muffled voices]
[whooshes]
[♪ ]
[gunshot]
Susan!
[crying] Did you
enjoy fucking her?
[sobbing]
[gunshot]
[gasps] Eh, uh, Aah!
[panicked breathing]
[panting]
JC?
[hinge squeaking]
[door closes]
[scratching, rattling]
[eerie music ♪]
[shrieks, music swells ♪]
[rapid heartbeat, heavy panting]
[heartbeat, panting]
[droning]
It's ok, Jack.
It's just me, Jack.
You're dreaming, Jack.
Wake up. [electric buzzing]
You're sleepwalking!
What?
Whatever you saw, Jack, it wasn't real.
It's okay.
Shhh...
Try and get some sleep.
[electric buzzing]
[♪ ]
[voices growing louder, screams, "Daddy!" gunshot]
[heartbeat increases]
Ben.
[gunshot]
[glass shatters, winding backwards]
You... [echoes]
[exhales sharply]
[fast tempo suspenseful music ♪]
Mobile Four to Base, come in.
Come in Base, it's Mobile Four.
Base come in! Do you read?
Base. That you Jack?
Look, Alex. I need some armed support up here, right now.
It's 4 o'clock in the morning.
I don't care! You don't argue with me, just bloody do it!
Call in the Army if you have to.
I want armed support here now, do you understand?
Do you copy mate?
Yeah, yeah. Got it.
Good. Out.
[suspenseful music ♪]
[click, engine pants]
[door slams]
[bird caws]
[chorus sings ♪]
Augh!
[slimy writhing]
[wings fluttering, birds cawing] Ah!
[wretches, coughs]
[breathing heavily]
- May I join you? - [screams] Ah!
- God, Jack! - No!
[curtains crinkle] Ahh! [thud, groans]
[struggling, exasperated]
It was you! [loud thwack]
You killed them! [nasty growling]
Please, stop! [crying]
[cries] JC? [sobbing] Oh my God.
Oh, God.
JC?
[doors creak, eerie music ♪]
JC?
[loud whoosh, echoing voices]
[thud, music swells ♪]
[grunting with effort] [latch slides, locks]
[growling] [metal crunches]
[distorted voice] Jack!
How long did the crew suffer
before you finished them off, JC? [grunts, growls, yells]
That's why you didn't want me to go to the cesspit,
wasn't it?
They're animal carcasses, Jack!
- Wearing clothes? - Old suits, old clothes.
[panting] I don't know who will find this tape,
[JC] Take another look, we can go together.
- ...complex. - I'm not gonna
- make it that easy for you. - ...the gravest of danger.
[loud banging, rattling]
I can't describe what we're up against,
but I'm afraid none of us will leave here alive.
It seems we've released something from 9 miles down.
Something of unspeakable evil. Cunning... [banging, crashing]
[grunting with effort, bang] [gun cocks]
They come in all forms.
[grunts, thud]
It is the sum of disarming and unimaginable beauty.
Don't let his ranting mislead you, Jack.
It revels in lies and deception. It will trick you. Don't be
distracted by the spectacle... [crying, panting]
Do not believe it. The pretense vulnerability is a deadly trap.
I care about you.
The more cunning the lie, the worse the consequences.
I care about you!
It will guide you on your trust, and before bashing your hopes
[rustling, shuffling]
- You're lying! - It will trick you.
You're lying!
To confuse you...
[woman on radio] Base to Mobile Four...
Show no fear... [crying, gasping]
[Kat] Base to Mobile Four.
Build on it, turn it against you.
Whatever it is, it's going to lie.
[Kat] Base to Mobile Four!
[suspenseful music ♪]
[glass cracking, thud, shattering]
It can never be trusted. It's just trying t...
[gunshots] Stay away from the radio!
Jack what are you doing?
Resist, resist the devil.
I know who you are now! [gunshots]
[Kat] Jack, come in!
He's shooting at me!
[Kat] Jesus, Jack is shooting at you?
[Borman] He's got some sample of this... this...
...pure evil. He proposes to carry out experiments in th...
[Kat] ...you need to get the hell out of there.
I'm trying! But he thinks I'm some kind of...
...devil or something!
Kat don't you listen to her!
Jack, we have to leave! We've got to get out of here now!
[Borman] Don't listen to it's lies!
Never do what it tells you,
for you'd be obeying the devil itself.
The gas from our sample, it's toxic!
[Borman] Resist...
- Lies! - Jack, we have to
leave. It's dangerous.
And may God be with us all.
[click, static]
[eerie music ♪]
[door slams]
[music swells ♪] Boo!
Did you think you could get rid of me?
There is good without evil, Jack.
No darkness without light.
They define each other. [panting, fumbling with gun]
[menacing chuckle] See?
You want to shoot me?
It'd make no difference!
No difference at all, Jack!
[gun shakes]
[creepy laughter] No, Jack... Don't!
[menacing laugh]
[laughter gets louder]
[slow heartbeat]
[echoing gunshots, laughter continues]
[shots and laughter grow louder... ♪]
[gun fires, glass shatters]
Ahh! [panting]
[whimpers]
[wind, whispers, suspenseful music ♪]
[echoing] Daddy?
Daddy! Daddy! [both children]
[louder echoes] Daddy! Da... a-ad!
[Susan] Anna!
Come help Mommy with the decorations!
We don't want to spoil the surprise now do we?
Daddy will be home soon!
[Adam] Dad's gonna love this!
[water running, hissing]
Is that you, Jack?
How do you want your steak?
[oil sizzling]
[knife thuds]
You like it?
Who are you?
I'll come clean. You've been right all along. I was only
testing you, and you passed.
You and Borman are quite the believers.
Works for many. Works for me right now.
[loud thud]
I thank God for that.
Literally. His very existence defines mine.
We have a lot in common.
We're glad when people just accept what we lead them
to believe.
No shepherd wants sheep that think for themselves.
[steak sizzles]
What do you want?
It's all about what you want here, honey.
Something about a second chance.
What, I still can't tempt you? Okay.
Hell isn't going to freeze over.
Our Father who arts in heaven, hallowed be thy name...
thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven. [music swells ♪]
...and lead us not into temptatio...
[laughing quietly] I'm sorry... [gasps]
I could never keep a straight face. [chuckles]
I've always wondered what people would do,
had Christ been hanged.
Wear mini nooses around their necks, I suppose.
[spoon rattles on ground]
Or is it... neeses?
Or neese?
[crunch, spits]
I can blow your fucking brains out.
[scoffs] Oh, Jack.
You're such a...
gentleman.
At least now that I've come out of the closet
I can have a smoke.
Onions?
On your steak?
Onions? [echoes]
Onions? [uber fast chopping]
[loud whack]
[echoes, grinding]
Jack...
After coming so far...
you're not going to just throw it all away now are you?
Ha! [chuckles]
Last chance of getting what you've wanted the most
for the past six years.
[sauce squishes, spoon rattles]
[echoes, grinding]
I'm the only one who can give it to you.
[plate sloshes with guts]
[squish] Aren't you hungry?
It was Susan, wasn't it?
She sent you here to test me.
So what is it you want from me?
Come on, Jack.
Think.
My soul?
[crying] Is that what you came here for?
Mmm. [chuckles]
[sighs] Okay.
But then I get what I want.
[rattling]
Okay... [breathing heavily]
What do I do?
Repeat after me.
Lucifer, I sell thee my soul.
Six times over.
Give me your full concentration.
And say it with conviction.
[tapping]
Lucifer I sell thee my soul.
One. [tapping]
Lucifer I sell thee my soul.
Two. [tapping increases]
Lucifer I sell thee my soul.
Three.
Lucifer I sell thee my soul. [JC laughing snarkily]
Four.
Lucifer I sell thee my soul.
[tapping increases again] Five.
The last one's the difficult one.
[tapping, groaning, stuttering, choking]
Lucifer... [keys jingle]
I sell thee my soul. [voice breaking, cries]
[tapping stops abruptly] Six.
I won't bother you anymore, Officer Jackman.
You've passed the test.
Is that it?
I got what I want, and so did you.
[plate shatters, yells] Where are they?!
Wait outside in your truck,
then when Susan comes, all you have to do is drive away.
[door creaks]
[closes, scrapes]
Going already?
Don't leave us again so soon.
The children were so looking forward to it.
But she said that yo... yo... you were...
Who?
Hey! Hey!
[chuckles]
Who?! The author of all lies and deception.
Daddy! You have to blow out the candles!
Make a wish first.
Yeah, make a wish Daddy!
[blows strongly]
Get them all out or it won't come true!
[blows stronger]
Try wishing for something else, Tom.
Or someone else.
[truck rumbles] [orchestral music ♪]
[exhales sharply] I can't do this.
[engine revvs]
[blows strongly]
[rumbling, scuffs]
[car horn honks]
Rather spend your birthday with her?
No, I'm staying this time.
I'm staying. [car horn honks]
Come on, Jack! We have to go!
I'll ignore her.
- She can go t... - She?!
You admit it? You admit it?!
It's over! It was just one night,
just one stupid night, Susan. [car horn honks incessantly]
[panting, knocking glass] It's your last chance,
- Susan's waiting! - Liar!!!
She's here! In here, she's here.
That's not Susan, Jack.
[eerie music ♪]
Look at her. Jack!
[knocking] Tom! Tom, we must hurry!
We can leave now! It's me, Susan!
[gasps, music swells ♪]
It's me! [panting]
[screaming] No!
- Susan? - Yes, Tom.
Thank God.
Come on, we can start over now. We've been given a
new chance!
You did it, honey.
You rescued me! [echoes] Daddy!
Where are the kids?
- [children echo] Help! - Did you hear them?
No, it's nothing. Let's go Tom!
No, it's them! We can't leave here without them.
Ben and Anna are at home waiting for us!
It's just the wind, Jack.
It's just the wind.
When are their birthdays?
Please say you love me Jack.
Say it.
I love you. [music swells ♪]
[stab, grunt, gasps for air]
Go back to hell, JC!
[thud, door creaks, shuts]
[fast tempo music ♪] [grunts in pain]
[grunts with effort]
[plastic rattles on floor] [whimpers in pain]
[rams door open, gasoline chugs out]
[gasps]
[loud grunt] [gasoline splatters]
[grunts with anger] [crash, clatter]
[whimpers, limps]
[splatters] [whimpers, cries]
[suspenseful music ♪]
[whimpers] [Jack grunts angrily]
[can rattles]
We had a deal!
[flames flicker]
[whoosh]
[creaking]
[rumbling, whirring]
[fwoosh]
[wind gusting loudly]
[air gushes in]
[growling, hissing]
Jack! [yelling]
You're hallucinating! Breathe! Come on!
It's oxygen, Jack.
Breathe, Jack!
Come on, Jack, breathe!
Breathe! [helicopter purrs outside]
Over here!
- Where's the girl, Jack? - Who?
Doctor Christianson.
- JC! She's not real... - Yes she is, Jack.
- What? What? - She is!
- She was telling the truth. - Hold on, Jack.
She's right, you're still infected!
Look at me! Where is she?
We have to go!
She's one of the scientists!
They had her under a different name.
Jack, where is the girl? We have to find her.
[flames licking metal]
I'll search this side! [coughing, whimpering]
Oh my God!
[orchestral music ♪]
[thud, flames flickering] Go, now! Now! Now!
[all talking; indistinct]
[explosion, orchestral music ♪]
[muffled explosions, voices fade in and out]
[helicopter blades whir] [voices sing, orchestral ♪]
[music swells ♪]
[grunts, gasps in pain]
[rumbling, explosions] [orchestral music ♪]
[music changes... eerie, suspenseful ♪]
[helicopter purrs quietly]
The cavern was probably formed over
60 million years ago. It's trapped a huge mass of
compressed organic matter.
Related to early forms of psyilocybin groves.
Now, I think the only explanation that makes
any sense is that you were inhaling an odorless
by... product of the fungi's rotting rocess.
It's an hallucinogenic gas
which impairs rational and ognitive functions of the brain.
So I was at the end of the world's longest joint.
It seems it disabled your ability to discern
between reality, memory,
and imaginative creations.
To you, they all seemed to be one.
So what I believed to be real, became real to me?
Yeah, what you wanted to believe, what you were
afraid of believing.
And uh, what about Borman?
Well, like you and everybody else, I think his own personal
hell was brought to the surface by the gas.
Well, what about JC... How did she cope?
Well, a number of factors...
Everybody living up in the main complex was accumulating
toxins. She was far less exposed.
What about the voices?
I mean, the screaming in the shaft head.
Well, um.. [scoffs]
My guess would be...
Miles of metal against stone, or the wind...?
Merely by the power of suggestion, the mind is
capable of creating patterns.
Even in white noise.
But...
Forget the noises.
Inspector Collins' men found two 4x4's stranded 50k's
out from where you were. Footprints leading off
in all directions.
Realistically there's very little chance of
finding any of them alive.
[speaks foreign language]
Thank you. [chairs croak] Thank you.
Come on, look on the bright side...
There's no hell, and she's not the devil.
That's gotta be something.
[troubled exhale]
I think we're just missing something here.
You saw all the evidence.
Why do you throw away all rational explanation for the
sake of that one percent of doubt?
I don't know.
[quiet wind gusts] [cars rumble, voices]
Morning.
[weakly] Hi.
Forgive me?
What's there to forgive?
Well you seem pretty tolerant to someone tried to kill you.
- We both got a little messed up. - Yeah, I know.
How's your wound?
[chuckles] How's yours?
Which one? [chuckles]
[bed creaks] Is it my imagination, or did I...
did I really sell you my soul back there?
[menacing laugh] [dark music ♪]
Jack?
You should see your face.
It was just a joke, it's uh...
I had to play along with your delusion.
I would've played any character to lure you
away from there.
[music swells ♪]
I suppose I owe you dinner then? Huh?
[moans]
I should let you rest.
I've got it. The proof she wasn't there from the start.
The only image we have of her is on this footage,
which supposedly was taken weeks ago.
- And? - My cap was in
the background of the shot.
What the hell are you trying to prove?
That she staged all of this.
There.
- David, can you zoom in on it? - Yeah, sure.
[click, zoom] It looks like a safety helmet to me.
Maybe there's something else further on.
Look, you're behaving as if you're sorry not to have
found hell out there. [voices on video]
You're on extended sick leave.
Until further notice.
Jackman, your gun.
[rustling, velcro]
[gun thuds on table]
[menacing laughter echoes]
[eerie music ♪] [evil cackles]
Well speak of the devil! It's Jack! [chuckling]
Hey, Jack-o!
[chuckling stops, gasp]
You alright?
What's wrong? [suspenseful music ♪]
- It's her! - Jack wh...
You almost got away with it, didn't you! [woman screams]
[glass shattering] Hey...
No, no, no. Jack.
Jack what are you doing?
I'm seeing you as you really are.
N... no. What are you talking about? [cries]
- Jack? - Back up!
You don't understand, you haven't seen what I've seen.
Jack, please explain.
- Explain?! [crying] - Yes.
So you can twist the truth again?
- No, not this time. - Easy..
- No! [yells] Shut up! - Please...
Please, Jack. [music swells ♪]
No, not this time, JC. [sobbing, whimpers]
You've run out of logical explanations.
[Borman] Resist the devil!
[music swells ♪, eerie noises]
Please Jack, no!
Have courage. [menacing laughter]
No, no, no! [crying]
[gunshot, yelling]
Let go! You don't understand! [grunts]
[gunshot, splatter]
[thud, crash, glass shatters]
[droning music, crying sounds]
Who are you?
I don't know you!
Who are you?!
You were laughing at me! [suspenseful music ♪]
[orchestral music, chorus singing ♪]
[music swells ♪, droning]
Hell is in your head.
[clicking, droning, echoes]
There's always a logical explanation.
[echoes] Hell is... There's always a...
Your own worst enemy is inside.
[children's voices]
[whoosh, overlapping voices]
It's all in our minds.
[loud whooshing, voices overlap]
I'm fine. I'm fine!
[voices grow louder]
[loud whooshing, maniacal laughter]
[noises grow louder]
Fear of the unknown is dangerous.
[yells] Stop! [noises cut off]
[gasps, music calms ♪]
Call the doctor! [JC whimpers]
It's not her blood, it's not her blood!
I'm fine. [voice breaks]
Jack went crazy again. He stole my gun.
He ran into the corridor. He's nuts!
He's gonna do it like Borman and Susan.
He's gonna... d... [voice breaks, cries]
He's gonna do it like Borman and Susan!
[music slows and quiets]
[many people laugh]
Okay Sue, you win. I'll give you what you want.
[laughter grows louder, droning, music swells ♪]
[loud crack, rock music ♪]
[crackling, music rolls backward, changes ♪]
[Renfey "All Inside My Head" ♪]
[♪ ]
[song continues ♪]
[song ends, fades ♪]