(ominous music)
("Little Red Riding Bitch" by Demon Boy)
♪ Hey there, Little Red Riding Bitch ♪
♪ You're the next one on my list ♪
♪ You're everything that a demon spawn could want ♪
♪ Hey little girl in a big bad world ♪
♪ You're kind pretty, gotta get some tail ♪
♪ Pack your bag, you're on the move tonight ♪
♪ But you better watch out for a demon bite ♪
♪ Hey there, Little Red Riding Bitch ♪
♪ You're the next one on my list ♪
♪ You're everything that a demon spawn could want ♪
♪ Hey there, Little Red Riding Bitch ♪
♪ Grant you one final wish ♪
♪ Kneel down low and pray to the demon spawn ♪
- You know they say the thing
that people dread most about death,
it's not the when.
It could be your 80s.
70s.
60s.
(chuckles)
Or in your case, your 20s.
It's the how.
How painful is it gonna be, how long is it gonna take?
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Well, you are not gonna have
to anticipate and fear anymore.
Because I am gonna gut you like the pig you are.
(metal clanking)
And I'm gonna have a front row seat
(muffled whimpering) to watch you bleed out.
Fine, I'll let you get your last words,
but if you scream, I'm gonna carve that tongue
out of your mouth and torture you for months
'til I feel like killing you.
You understand me?
(muffled whimpering)
(eerie music)
- This isn't you, Clive.
(metal clanking)
- How do you know my name?
- I need you to listen to me.
That bitch has fucked your mind.
There has to be some part of your subconscious
that realizes it.
You have to stop killing for her!
I know you think this is all a dream
but if you kill me, I am not coming back from the dead.
My name is Annabelle Higgins.
I'm a reporter and you've been sent here
to kill me because of what I know.
- What do you think you know?
- The truth, the truth about you, the truth about her,
the police are calling you the New York Butcher,
and they're on their way here right now.
- Bullshit, you'd say anything to survive.
- You're right, I would, but I'm not bullshitting you.
They're on their way here and you'll serve life
because of all the people that you've killed.
We need each other, Clive.
Because the way things are right now
I'm the only one that can save you.
And you're the only one who can save me.
Now let me go before they get here, okay?
That's it (panting)!
Why are you stopping?
What's going on?
Clive, talk to me.
- [Clive] I'm sorry, Annabelle Higgins.
The truth is, I'm too far behind.
(sobbing) It's too late for me.
- [Annabelle] No (crying).
- [Clive] And you.
(groaning)
(wind blowing)
(metal clanking)
- [Dispatcher] We have a call from a neighbor
of Beth Servinson, 317 West 14th Street, Brooklyn.
Is there anyone in the area?
Repeat, is there anyone in the area, over.
- [Linda] Roger that, this is Officer Linda Blair.
I'm actually on my way back to the precinct now
but if no one else is gonna take that,
I'm only a few blocks away, over.
- [Dispatcher] I got it, Officer Blair.
Once again, repeat, is there any on duty officer
near 14th Street, Brooklyn?
If you don't mind, Officer Blair, over.
- [Linda] No problem, over.
- [Dispatch] Let us know if you need backup, over.
- Yeah, you got it, over and out.
(eerie wind howling)
Police department, is there anyone here?
Answer me, this is the police!
I warn you, I'm armed and I have the perimeter surrounded.
Alright, you two, take the front.
You four, the back.
Stop!
Sir, stop right there, I'll shoot!
- She said it wasn't real.
She said it wasn't real.
If I knew it was real, I wouldn't have done it.
She made me do it, you believe me, don't you?
- Yes, I believe you, now drop,
drop the weapon, drop, stop!
(gun firing) - Please help me.
(eerie music)
- Well, it's about time.
("Fly on the Wall" by Demon Boy)
♪ Why-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi ♪
♪ You don't understand what it is that makes me tick ♪
♪ But you wish you did ♪
♪ You always second guess, wonder if I say yes ♪
♪ But you just lose out every time ♪
♪ If you only knew what I talked about ♪
♪ When I'm with my friends just hanging out ♪
♪ Then you'd have the inside scoop ♪
♪ On what to say, what to do ♪
♪ That way when you play the game ♪
♪ Baby, you'd never lose ♪
♪ Don't you wish you could be a fly on the wall ♪
♪ A creepy, little, sneaky, little fly on the wall ♪
♪ All my precious secrets, yeah, you'd know them all ♪
♪ Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall ♪
♪ You'd love to know, the things I do ♪
♪ When I'm with my friends and not with you ♪
♪ You always second guess, wonder if ♪
♪ There's other girls I'm flirting with ♪
♪ But you should know by now ♪
♪ If I was your boyfriend, I'd be true to you ♪
♪ And if I make a promise, yeah, I'm comin' through ♪
♪ Don't you wish that you could see me ♪
♪ Every second of the day ♪
♪ That way you would have no doubt ♪
♪ That baby I would never stray ♪
♪ Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall ♪
♪ A creepy, little, sneaky, little fly on the wall ♪
♪ All my precious secrets, yeah, you'd know them all ♪
♪ Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall ♪
♪ A little communication ♪
♪ Well, that'll go a long way ♪
♪ Too much misinformation ♪
♪ Too much hearsay, hearsay ♪
♪ And what I say is ♪
♪ Come a little closer ♪
♪ Don't you ♪
♪ Don't you wish you were a, hey ♪
♪ Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall ♪
♪ A creepy, little, sneaky, little fly on the wall ♪
♪ All my precious secrets, yeah, you'd know them all ♪
♪ Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall ♪
(paper crinkling)
- Hello, what do you want?
Well, I'm sorry, Wes, but I keep telling you
that I need my space right now.
No, well, the job gave me four weeks,
paid time off, and I think I'm entitled
to taking that time off right now.
No, I'm not seeing anyone else.
It's not about you, it has nothing to do with you!
Because I can't deal with being around people right now!
What do you mean, get over it?
You are such an insensitive prick, oh my god.
It is so over between us, don't ever call me again!
(fridge rattling)
("Pain" by Demon Boy)
♪ Oh, that's the fire in my brain ♪
♪ Hey, ho, hey, ho ♪
♪ Feed your baited woes here, breathing down ♪
♪ No one knows where it came from, you didn't know ♪
♪ Couldn't see every outcome ♪
♪ Bet your precious needles get messy ♪
♪ It's a fuckin' world, it's all blood thirsty ♪
♪ No good come, reach around fella ♪
♪ Some of it come, fuck yella killer ♪
♪ Even the demon gets fucked one either ♪
♪ By some black body, they take your busy yachts, ♪
♪ They take your mugshots ♪
♪ With a different diablo, hey ♪
♪ Didn't you want a fuckin' hell ♪
♪ But did it worst than you need ♪
♪ Hearts red, so long, leave as you go ♪
♪ Go insane for the cocaine ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho, ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
♪ So once inside, it's all there ♪
♪ Can't get off the table without a lighter ♪
♪ The Tylenol blade and the bird's maturin' ♪
♪ You won't go home until your pocket's unheard ♪
♪ You got no money in your pocket ♪
♪ You owe this one and that one on the arm ♪
♪ Make it stick to that big long razor ♪
♪ Some people never fuckin' cheat, let them go ♪
♪ They going to death row ♪
♪ Looking told by the other tow ♪
♪ You can't stop now, you're in too deep ♪
♪ With the needles in your veins and go to sleep ♪
♪ Like a pin they rush, your eyes are bugged ♪
♪ You're lying on the floor ♪
♪ You can't get enough, you in deep, man, deep ♪
♪ And you're back for more ♪
♪ Never had that much and you're headed for the morgue ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
♪ The pain in your brain is the devil in your veins ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
(heavy breathing)
(phone ringing)
- You know who this is, I know what you did,
and I want my cut, pay me!
Or else I'll let everyone know what really happened.
(phone ringing)
(groans)
- Hello, this is Dr. Victoria Regina Phibes
and I'm calling about Officer Linda Blair.
The hero cop who murdered that serial killer.
You don't understand.
I know how traumatic an experience
like this can be as a psychiatrist.
And while I know there are some in-house services
for things like this, I just wanted to throw my hat
into the mix to see if I could help.
(sighs)
That's what I thought you'd say.
What if I put it this way,
Clive Barker was a patient of mine,
and 95% of what we discussed
was doctor/patient confidentiality,
however, there's certain information
that may fall outside of those lines
that I could share with Officer Blair,
and Officer Blair only.
I don't think so, I'm sorry, sweetie.
I have no patience and I hate waiting.
Get her to meet me by tomorrow afternoon
or the offer's off the table.
You've got my name, look it up.
(sighs)
- Hey, Chief.
No, uh, I'm glad you called actually.
There's something I've been needing to discuss with you.
Yeah, it's about my time off.
You know, I only got two days left, but, uh,
I've just been doing a lot of thinking and I--
What?
What kind of game are you playing?
Dr. Phibes?
- Well, I want to help you.
- (chuckles) By withholding evidence?
Of a serial killer?
- It was the only way I could get you to show up.
Believe me, I feel a sense
of responsibility for what Clive did.
I had no idea he was capable of such actions.
I tried to help him as best I could.
- Well, if it's the same help that you're going to offer me,
thanks, I'll pass.
- If we could all bat one thousand,
what a wonderful world this would be.
You should know all too well, we can't save everyone.
We're connected by the life and death of Clive Barker.
I want to give us closure and a peace of mind.
- Maybe you have some type of guilty conscience,
but I'm fine.
I'm great, in fact.
I'm in better shape than I've been in in my entire life.
I've read more in the past 10 days
than I've read in the past 10 years.
- [Victoria] And, how have your nights been?
You look like you haven't slept in days.
- Well as the saying goes, I'll sleep when I'm dead.
- Anxious, jittery,
irritated, and trouble sleeping.
Check, check, check, and check.
Have you been having nightmares,
vivid memories, flashbacks of killing Clive
that make it seem like it's happening all over again?
The tough cop act isn't going to help you here.
Only by letting your guard down and being honest
are you going to get past this.
Unless, you want the rest of your life
to feel like the last few weeks?
I hope you don't mind us meeting in a hotel.
It's a temporary situation.
Just bought a house with space for a home office
and until renovations are complete,
this is the best I can do.
- Oh, I'm glad to hear that your business
is doing so well that you can afford a new home.
And a fancy hotel in the interim.
- Business is booming, Officer.
And I plan on doing everything I can to keep it that way.
If you're done playing inquisitive cop,
you ready for me to do my job?
- I'm all yours, doc.
(eerie wind howling and rattling)
- You feel emotionally cut off from others, feeling numb,
and losing interest in things you used to care about.
Becoming depressed, becoming isolated.
The only way to free yourself
is to travel back to that night.
I want you to look up and focus on the light.
As you focus on it,
I want you to tune everything out of your mind
and focus only on my voice.
Because you'll notice a change in focus in your eyes.
Once you notice a change in focus in your eyes,
I want you to go ahead and close your eyes.
Now sleep.
I want you to be completely relaxed.
A rock with your body.
Every muscle, every cell, every fiber
should just completely melt and relax
as you focus only on my voice.
Every sound that you hear, every beat of your heart,
every breath that you take,
allows you to focus on my voice and go even deeper
into a state of relaxation.
Every time I say the word sleep,
you'll go deeper into a state of relaxation.
Nod your head yes if you understand me.
I want you to take me back to that night.
What happened?
- I've never had to pull my gun in the field before.
I told him to stop.
But he wouldn't.
So I shot him.
And I could tell by looking at him he wasn't gonna hurt me,
and I shot him anyway.
'Cause I was scared.
- What did he say?
It's important that you remember.
What did he say?
- He kept repeating, "She said it wasn't real.
"She said it wasn't real!
"I wouldn't have done it if I'd known it was real!
"You believe me, don't you?
"Please, help me, she said it wasn't real."
- Did he say who she was?
It's important that you remember.
(sighs)
Did he say who she was?
(wind howling)
(muffled distorted screeching)
- Did she send you?
Stop or I'll shoot!
- You know the last one to kill me
said that exact same thing?
Except she had the safety off.
- This isn't a fucking joke.
- If it is, then the joke's on you, isn't it?
(whimpering)
Bang.
I'm just kidding, what kind of person would I be
to kill you with your own gun?
Nope, I'm gonna give you a sporting chance.
You can shoot all of this and I won't shoot you.
- This much heroin will kill me.
- Nah, that much heroin may kill you.
This, on the other hand, will kill you.
Your choice.
(distorted wind howling)
- Did you sleep?
- Yes.
For the first time in weeks I actually
got a full night's sleep.
But I just had this horrible dream.
I was seeing everything through the eyes of Clive and,
I watched as he forced a woman to overdose.
But I couldn't stop him, I couldn't help her (sighs).
I'm just seeing everything through him but,
it just, it felt so real.
(pen clicks)
- This is all part of your PTSD.
The point is, you're able to sleep now,
which means we're making progress.
This scenario wasn't real, it was all in your mind.
Clive is dead.
He was a bad person, you shouldn't feel guilty
for killing bad people.
It makes the world a better place.
Now, look into the light.
("Posse of the Living Dead" by Demon Boy)
♪ The dead are returning to life and attacking the living ♪
♪ I got the posse from six below ♪
♪ Here I go down stone cold, knowing who to look for ♪
♪ All in, fully loaded, waiting at the back door ♪
♪ I am the one ♪
♪ I am the one that's gonna catch this bad man ♪
♪ Wonder why, do or die, sign through the dark side ♪
♪ Demon boy's pauper, fire in the dark ♪
♪ Back down, light's out, strike me down, ♪
♪ Down to the ground of the sour ground ♪
♪ 50,000 dead people all held down ♪
♪ It's a ghost town, viral round town, pa-pow ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ From the ghosts of war, we take a world tour ♪
♪ Rip off all your heads off ♪
♪ Where your brains are stored ♪
- Hello?
- Who is this?
- You called me, friend.
- Is that what we are, friends?
- What can I do for you?
- Is this Dr. Lon Chaney?
- Yes, it is, who's this?
- The person that's going to kill you.
- Is this a joke?
- Far from it, I take my job very seriously.
- I'm hanging up, psycho.
- That's good, I prefer to talk face to face.
♪ Some live, some die, and you all get munched ♪
♪ For the gates of hell, you're all zombie lunch ♪
♪ As they come on down, I'll make the stand ♪
♪ In a bad land, bad man, looking like a mad man ♪
♪ Fucking on hand, 50 grand in the other ♪
♪ Undercover, another brain sucking blood brother ♪
♪ The evil that lurks in the hearts of men ♪
♪ Armageddon sends them to my lens and I cleanse them ♪
♪ Friends of the dead, put your heads to bed ♪
♪ Saw demon on the mic while you bang ya head ♪
♪ So, round up the posse of the living dead ♪
♪ From the south side of heaven ♪ ♪ Where the posses fled ♪
♪ The day of never end is like blood shed ♪
♪ So round up the posse of the living dead, ruh ♪
♪ Round up the posse of the living dead, ruh ♪
♪ The dead eat the living and within the blood shed ♪
- The nightmares won't stop (sobs), Dr. Phibes.
- It's important that you let them play out.
No matter how disturbing they may be.
You've come this far, we've made incredible progress.
And we're almost done.
♪ Ave Maria ♪
♪ Grate plena, Maria ♪
- Hello, don't, don't stop singing, Rose.
You're, you've got an amazing voice.
You looking amazing, too.
Why are you all dressed up?
- Because you're taking me to the opera tonight.
- (groans) My god, my god.
- We're not going to opera, are we?
- I'm so sorry, I totally,
I was supposed to write it down, buy opera tickets.
I (stutters) don't know how I forgot.
- You don't?
Of course you don't.
(speaking in a foreign language)
- I don't understand you when you speak Armenian.
The counselor, the psychologist,
she said we need to communicate better.
(phone buzzing)
Come on, don't answer that.
(speaking in a foreign language)
- It's my mother.
She is a blind, 70 years old widow, with a bad back.
Who lives alone because I came to America
to stay with you, dream lover.
She has to travel eight miles to her sister's house
to call me and you want me not to answer her call
just to make you feel better for disappointing me again?
So you don't worry, I'm sure you will have another chance
to disappoint me again later tonight.
(speaking in a foreign language)
(faint knocking)
Did you hear that?
- Hear what, sweetie, hear what?
- Listen.
- Nah, I don't hear it-- - Shh!
(faint knocking) Did you hear that?
- I did hear that, stay here, stay here.
- Ah, be careful.
- If anyone's gonna break into my house,
they better be careful.
(distorted wind howling)
Honey, it turns out it was a false--
- Looks like things just got a lot more interesting.
Hello, Guy.
Injun, injun, number nine,
on the New York transit line.
If the train falls off the track,
do you want your money back?
- No.
- N-O.
- (sobbing) No.
(metal thwacking)
("This Halloween" by Demon Boy)
Oh no.
(metal thwacking)
No.
(metal thwacking)
Oh, no.
♪ The ghouls and the goblins feed your mortal souls ♪
♪ They come alive this Halloween ♪
♪ Pass the house on haunted hill ♪
♪ Where the psycho stalks to kill ♪
♪ There's no escape and no way out ♪
♪ From the nightmares of Shelley, Stoker, and Poe ♪
♪ The demons in your mind come alive ♪
♪ So as you trick or treat down that lonely street ♪
♪ Fear those things that go bump in the night ♪
♪ So put your jack-o'-lantern on the porch ♪
♪ Fire up the hearse and grab your cross ♪
♪ The dead will walk the earth this Halloween ♪
♪ Under the hunter's moon, under the witches' broom ♪
♪ Signed is a devil's pact ♪
(metal thwacking)
♪ No hocus pocus here, superstition is fact ♪
♪ The creepy crawlies they do call ♪
(gun firing)
♪ So now drink your drink, reveal your monster mash ♪
♪ This dance macabre is to be crashed ♪
♪ Don't allow the danger to escape your head ♪
♪ Before the night is over you'll be dead ♪
♪ So put your jack-o'-lantern on the porch ♪
♪ Fire up the hearse and grab your cross ♪
♪ The dead will walk the earth this Halloween ♪
(gun firing)
♪ So put your jack-o'-lantern on the porch ♪
♪ Fire up the hearse and grab your cross ♪
♪ The dead will walk the earth this Halloween ♪
♪ Thrashed, slashed, and trashed ♪
♪ Death surely takes its toll ♪
♪ Bloody apples everywhere ♪
♪ Sinners and killers line them up ♪
♪ 'Cause no on here escapes ♪
- (gasps) No, no!
- Calm down, please, calm down.
I'm gonna show you something
that's gonna explain everything.
Okay?
Look in the mirror.
- This isn't happening.
It's another nightmare.
I just need to shock myself awake.
Ah!
- Yeah.
That wound's real.
Good thing for us, Rose isn't a good shot.
Except if you count her aim close range
and she's sticking the gun in her own mouth.
Lucky for us, it was just a flesh wound.
- Would you stop talking like we're two different people?
We're the same person.
Means that I killed those people.
Oh god, oh, no.
- You can't run from me, Linda.
Our mind isn't split, it's shattered.
Like a waking nightmare.
We can either figure this thing out together
or spend the rest of our life
between the nut house and jail.
(sobbing)
- Okay, we have spun this thing every way possible
and in every scenario I look like a total psychopath
and Victoria walks, she'll probably get a book deal.
- We're missing a motive.
There has to be reason she wanted these people dead
bad enough that after I died,
and she was in the clear, she still took a chance
to go out and recruit a cop.
- Do you remember anything else about her locations?
- The only memories I have are the ones
Phibes implanted in you and the ones
you've projected on me.
- But maybe that's enough, though.
Clive kept massive journals, just so much stuff
that it's out of context when I'm reading it at the time,
but, I don't know, maybe hidden in there somewhere
is the answer to figuring it out.
It's just the memories, they're deep in my subconscious.
I can't remember anything.
- Maybe they're with me.
How do we know Phibes didn't just wipe them?
- Well, I told her I've been doing a lot of reading,
but I didn't mention that exclusively included
the case file and your journals.
- I guess there's only one way to know for sure.
- Clive, why did you start going
to Dr. Phibes in the first place?
- I was an accountant in Arizona.
I was to forced to relocate to New York
because the software company I was working for
merged with a larger firm.
The move cost me my girlfriend and all of my friends.
It also came with a lower salary.
Then, I was constantly being asked
to be creative with the bookkeeping,
and passed up for promotions and raises.
I was bitter, lonely, and angry.
I started having vivid delusions
of killing my boss and coworkers.
That's when I went to Victoria for help.
That's when the nightmares started.
- Who'd you kill first?
- An old lady, Janet Lee.
I knew Janet, I liked her.
But once I overheard her calling me motherfucking psycho,
I wanted to stop her.
I came up on her when she felt the most safe
and the stabbed her over and over and over again.
Victoria said it was okay, though,
because it was only in my mind.
- Wait, who was Janet?
- She was Victoria's only other client at the time.
- Well, maybe that's it then.
Keep going, Clive, tell me everything you can remember.
Hi, Wes?
Oh, (chuckles) no, believe me.
I'm actually thrilled to hear
that you've moved on so quickly.
Anyway, did you get the information for me?
Okay, thank you, I gotta go.
- What was that about?
- It's complicated.
- Any more complicated than this conversation
you're having right now with yourself?
- I suppose not.
It's my ex, who also happens
to be best friends with my father,
and, you know, they're still friends,
even though we broke up.
- Sorry I asked.
- Anyway, getting back on track.
What I found out was the junkie she had us kill,
her name was Jamie Lee.
So, I'm judging by her surname and her age,
she's probably a relative of Janet's.
A niece, maybe even her daughter?
- We make a hell of a team.
- I know this isn't real right now, but I don't care.
- It's as real as we want it to be.
(panting) (skin slapping)
We're gonna do this now?
- Not we, just me.
- With me there, she can control your mind.
I'm your one weakness.
- I'm the one that comes to her, though.
- If you take her in alive, we all go down.
Is that the other reason you wanna leave me behind?
- At the end of the day, I'm still a cop.
- And a serial killer.
("Born Dead" by Demon Boy)
♪ On the hearse on the way to the graveyard ♪
♪ I'm gonna carve around your body ♪
♪ With a tune that's stone hard ♪
♪ Pale hot skin, yeah, big ol' teeth ♪
♪ The grave is a hole, can ya dig it, man ♪
♪ My father was a gravedigger ♪
♪ My mother was a con, I was born dead ♪
♪ Born dead, I was born dead ♪
♪ I was born dead, born dead, I was born dead ♪
♪ Don't plan rolling on the crush of feels ♪
♪ The zombies are looking for 10 inch heels ♪
- Linda?
- You seem surprised to see me.
(sighs) You know, I'm standing outside your office
for over an hour, and then I remembered,
that you like to get your coffee here.
Did you forget that we had a session today, doctor?
- Um, it must've slipped my mind.
- Shall we go?
- To the hotel?
- Too crowded.
Why don't we check out that new home office of yours?
♪ My father was a gravedigger ♪
♪ My mother was a con ♪
- Sleep.
- I decided to leave Clive at home.
(eerie wind howling)
I figured that this is between you and I.
Why did you do this?
- Money, why else?
I still didn't pay off my college tuition
and my business was going under.
I had two patients, one kept telling me
how much he wanted to kill,
and the other had lived most of her life
and had me in her will.
- Then you had to keep going 'cause money,
money is just numbers and, numbers, numbers never end.
- I can't wait to see your defense team
try to prove to a jury that while you slept at night,
a serial killer who died by your hands
took over your body and made you kill at my will.
(laughs) You're crazier than I thought you were.
Arrest me, Officer.
I'll make bail and be back at home in time for Corn Flakes.
- Hello, Chief?
Turns out that Dr. Phibes was behind
the Clive Barker killings and four more recent deaths
to cover her trail.
Send some squad cars,
and an ambulance.
She was shot and killed during her apprehension.
- You don't have this in you.
That's why I had to create an alter ego.
I mean, just knowing that you took a single life
in self defense was enough to send you over the edge.
How are you gonna live with knowing
that you're killing someone in cold blood?
- Do you really think that I would spend
the rest of my life in prison for some
fucked up sociopath that fucked with my head
and made me take innocent lives?
Do you think that my perception of justice
is proving in a court of law
that you are an insane sociopath,
just so that you can have your lawyers,
all with your blood money, bargain you down
to a couple weeks jail time just so that you can
come out and sign some Hollywood fantasy
million dollar fucking book deal?
I'm asking you, Dr. Phibes,
which one of us in this room's truly insane?
- If you think killing me is going
to do some kind of good, you're sadly mistaken.
I came from nothing to get to where I am today.
So a few people were killed along the way.
Fuck them!
Do you have any idea of the evils
that people admit to in this office?
The atrocities that are allowed to go on
in this world by the people at the top?
I did what I had to and I have no regrets.
You, you kill me,
and you'll be haunted for the rest of your--
(gun firing)
- You're a bad person.
And I shouldn't feel guilty about killing bad people.
It makes the world a better place.
Now, doctor, into the light.
(gun firing)
- Detective Linda Blair.
I like the sound of that.
- And I couldn't have done it without you.
- You do know the killings aren't going to stop.
- I know.
- Good.
I say next on our list should be my former boss.
300 pound son-of-a-bitch.
If we don't get him soon, his clogged arteries will.
- No.
- How 'bout a hooker?
They never get missed and we could probably
have a threesome before we kill her.
- I was thinking we could be a little more discerning.
My job enables me to enforce the law,
but even that can only do so much
when those in power hide behind it and corrupt it.
A cop shoots an unarmed teenager,
he gets a 30 day paid vacation.
The GM executives, for decades they ignored complaints
about faulty ignition switches, hundreds of people die,
but no one goes to jail, no one gets charged,
no one even loses their job.
Or a priest molesting little boys
and The Vatican just moves him
from city to city, protecting him so he can keep doing it.
There are people out there who think
that because they're above the law,
they can escape social justice.
So I say we go out and find those people
and we kill 'em. ("Party to the Grave" by Demon Boy)
- [Man] Here is a place of torment.
A place occupied, they say, by half beings.
A twilight world of spirits.
Ghosts, and ghouls, and banshees, and apparitions
from the netherworld of darkness.
♪ How ya feelin' ♪
♪ You feelin' alright ♪
♪ Said, how ya feelin' ♪
♪ Set fire to the grave right here tonight ♪
♪ Why don't you come out here to the house of sin ♪
♪ Go ahead and let the celebration begin ♪
♪ It's dark outside, feels awfully dry ♪
♪ The fever with vengeance from the father of lies ♪
♪ The souls of the living and the souls of the dead ♪
♪ Dance in the moonlight, shake their ass and their heads ♪
♪ The clock strikes 12 and the demons arrive ♪
♪ So let us all hail zombies ♪
♪ Will ride at their side ♪
♪ Keep us all in the gates ♪
♪ To the devil's estate ♪
♪ We're all here to party, party, party ♪
♪ When the sun goes down ♪
♪ And some fangs come out ♪
♪ Everybody's gonna party to the grave ♪
♪ The moon brings them out ♪
♪ All the devils abound ♪
♪ The ghosts and the witches start to labor around ♪
♪ The blood runs hot and the drapes glow red ♪
♪ God somewhere above but tonight's he's at his bed ♪
♪ Keep us all in the gates ♪
♪ To the devil's estate ♪
♪ We're all here to party, party, party ♪
♪ When the sun goes down ♪
♪ And some fangs come out ♪
♪ Everybody's gonna party to the grave ♪
♪ Come and join the feast ♪
♪ Celebrate the beast ♪
♪ The freaks are on the loose and they walk the street ♪
♪ Now the sun comes up and the party's on ♪
♪ Stumble to the coffin to the crack of dawn ♪
♪ Keep us all in the gates ♪
♪ To the devil's estate ♪
♪ We're all here to party, party, party ♪
♪ When the sun goes down ♪
♪ And some fangs come out ♪
♪ Everybody's gonna party to the grave ♪
♪ Keep us all in the gates ♪
♪ To the devil's estate ♪
♪ We're all here to party, party, party ♪
♪ When the sun goes down ♪
♪ And some fangs come out ♪
♪ Everybody's gonna party to the grave ♪
♪ Party to the grave ♪
♪ We're gonna party to the grave ♪
♪ Party to the grave ♪