Alright then.
Let's kick this off then, eh.
Once upon a time, you know?
Once upon a time.
Anyway, once upon a time, yeah.
Okay.
Well, let me tell you about getting fucked over by your demons.
(EXPLOSION)
How eventually they're going to catch up with you, tear you to pieces.
(SCREAMING)
Let me tell you about him, and her.
And her, and him.
These poor, good people, and what happened to them.
It's quite sad really, to see how it all ended up. How they all ended up.
Pulped on the floor in their God awful fucking place.
Their guts spewed, hanging out, dissected, dismembered.
Deceased. Fucking dead.
Fucked.
It didn't end up good.
It didn't end up good, you know?
That's a fucking understatement.
They meant the best for me, but real life doesn't have a happy ending.
At least they don't have to live in it.
'Cause if there's one true victim to be had from all of this,
I'll be perfectly honest with you.
It's me.
It is me.
My name's Nick West, by the way.
We should rewind here. I want to tell you how it began so innocently.
No one understood, no one knew how deep all this ran.
I really want to tell you how it all went down.
If you stick with me I promise you it'll be worth your while.
(VOICES SPEAKING BACKWARDS)
This is Sammy. Hot fucking Sammy.
Sweet, sweet girl.
Fucking beautiful.
Sexy. Filthy.
We're gonna get off our fucking nut.
But I won't bore you with the details, cause she's not she's not going to be around
long enough for them to matter, really.
I guess you've seen Hellraiser.
I'm guessing you've seen all those kinds of films. Pumpkin Head or whatever.
That's probably why you're watching this now.
But after what happened, and what we found that day...
Well, I wish I'd shown a little more interest, you know? Paid more attention.
I might have learned something.
Nice!
Welcome to the asylum, baby.
I do what I can, you know?
First impressions? Fucking shit-hole.
So, what do you think of this place?
I guess the cleaner must have called in sick, eh?
Cunt's dead.
Yeah. Cunt must be dead.
Stupid bitch.
I wouldn't say Sammy was easy, you know?
But, she wasn't exactly hard to crack either.
So are we gonna fuck, or are we gonna...
You know, a couple drinks, a few tabs. You stand a good chance of a happy ending.
Romantic cunt, aren't you?
I've got something for you.
I wish you had a zipper.
Why don't you take a look at these.
What's that?
That's a little piece of magic, baby.
Acid? Come on Nick, not here.
Come on, open your fucking mouth.
I'll stick a knife in your ass. You won't be able to sit down for six weeks.
Okay.
Come. One for you, and one for me.
You're so fucking beautiful.
And you're fucking filthy too. What are you doing with a lunatic like me?
I like weirdos.
I like the fact you like weirdos.
Come on. Let's go see how fucking crazy this place is now.
* I wanna start again
* Be a kid again
What the fuck? What is that?
Now that's the fucking reason why we came here.
Is that real?
Of course it's fucking real, you tit.
Wait, I know. I know, I know. It's a fucking chair.
Big deal, right? All I can say is things aren't always what they seem.
Get in it. Go on.
That's weird. This is the most...
Sit in it. Go on get in it.
This is where all the mentals used to get their shock treatment.
Let me tie you down.
So beautiful.
"So, so beautiful."
Get my cock out.
Suck on it.
(SAMMY LAUGHING)
(NICK GROANING)
Come on, deep, deep, deep.
Look at her, the dirty little twatter. Sucking me until the twelfth of never.
I wanna go, come on. Let me have a go.
(SAMMY LAUGHING)
I wanna see you fuck yourself. I'll be the Marquis. You be my little slut.
NICK: I want to fuck your mouth.
NICK: You look amazing. You look beautiful.
The moment before it all changed forever.
The moment before life fucked me once and for all.
And ripped out whatever was left of my heart.
However you want to say it, it's fucked.
They stamped it. It was done.
Then bang! It all got really fucking weird.
(SAMMY LAUGHING)
Watch this.
Everything from here now is kinda hazy.
Like a nightmare or a fever dream.
Bits and pieces, that's all I've got. Bits and pieces, that's all I've got.
(SAMMY LAUGHING)
(HEART BEATING)
(INDUSTRIAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Blood. Blood all over my hands, all over my clothes.
Sammy missing and me in the middle of it all ranting and raving about a chair.
It's not a big equation.
It all adds up to a definite stay in hospital.
Have a guess what.
Me, Nick West.
I'm criminally insane, apparently.
Pills.
The pills they got in here make acid look like aspirin.
Just say no. Don't do drugs.
Knock 'em back and swallow. Don't ask questions.
"Hi, my name's Nick West. I'm medicated. How are you?"
I've been inside for four years.
Four year of pills and bullshit.
Rotting in a room because they don't believe me.
Nick.
They haven't seen it for themselves, so it can't be true, yeah?
I wish they were right.
I wish I was crazy.
Then there'd be one less psycho on the streets, right?
And you'd feel safe in your beds.
Only we know that's not the truth.
The truth is...
you're all in danger.
When you're trapped in a cell that long, you think you're alone, forgotten.
But I wasn't. Turns out he was watching me, observing me.
Pulling my strings, and then one day, he turned a key, pushed a button.
They opened the doors and let the world in, or me out, I'm not sure.
NURSE: And how do you feel these days, Nick?
I feel healthy. I feel okay.
And other days?
They come and go.
What about the stories you told the police? How do you feel about those?
I've learned they were my mind's responses to the stress of what happened.
It's not uncommon for people to create...
fantasies in times of trauma.
What do you think the trauma was?
I know I'm guilty.
There's no other explanation.
I just have no memory of what happened.
None at all?
That bothers you?
Of course it does.
He was acquitted of murder. He's been a model patient for four years.
Never... put him a foot out of line.
Surely you don't think he's dangerous.
To others no, but to himself quite possibly. He's suffering severe delusions.
Once, four years ago. Never since.
I'm not very happy about this. He told me...
I'm not asking you to just set him loose on the world.
I'm asking you to put him in to my care.
So we can find out what happened to Sammy. Think about her family.
They deserve to know.
And you will take full responsibility for the consequences?
Just show me where to sign.
Sign here, walk free. It doesn't matter that we think you killed someone.
Nick West?
They didn't think very much of me.
Sending one guy.
I'm here to give you a lift, sir.
No, I'm gonna get the bus.
You're not going to get a bus around here, sir.
Look, why don't you come with me, sir? Come on. Just get in the car.
And just like that...
I was gone.
Where are we going?
Oh, I'm taking you to meet someone, sir.
"Fucking punt, welcome to Cambridge."
Here we are then, sir.
Just there. Knock and go in.
The doctor is expecting you, sir.
Doctor who?
(MAN LAUGHING)
Dr. Willard, sir.
Just go in.
Oh, here we go. Gandalf. Slut. He's a pedo, don't you know?
Melissa, leave us alone, will you? Mr. West and I have some business to discuss.
She's a little worried,
leaving me alone with you.
Silly thing.
Why am I here?
Very well. You have been released, and put under certain conditions.
What conditions?
I'm writing a book.
What, do you need a typist?
No, no, no.
I need a subject.
You, Mr. West.
You want to write a book about me?
Absolutely.
Your situation provides me with a fairly unique opportunity.
I want to study you, and your psychotic episode,
where the episode itself took place.
What do you mean?
The Blackwater Asylum.
You are to travel there with me. Arrangements have been made.
The possibilities of this on the study
have got my publisher really, very excited.
You don't know what you're doing. I can't go back there.
Oh, I'm afraid you can.
Unless you want to return to the asylum.
That's blackmail.
Yes.
No, no. I'm simply asking for a few days of your time
in exchange for answers to questions that plague you daily.
Is that too much to ask?
Ah, perfect timing. Nick West.
Rachel Fowles.
First impressions: fuck me. Your mission, get her out of that fucking outfit.
First hard-on in four years.
Pleased to meet you, Nick.
Rachel is one of my brightest psychology students.
She's going to be helping me with the study.
So, Nick, it's really great that you're helping us with this.
Great for who?
So, I guess Brett's running late.
Shit.
Sorry I'm late.
First impressions?
Well, regular cunt, tosser. A flat line tosser.
Brett Wilson, how's it going?
Brett, this is Nick.
Nick?
Nick West.
Oh yes, I went to school with a Nick West, but I imagine it wasn't you.
(CHUCKLING)
Brett, come on.
-What? That was funny. -Cock.
Come on, just be nice.
Where's your sense of humor?
He's had a really tough time, okay?
-Oh, has he? -Dr. Willard?
All right, all right. That's enough.
Melissa will be waiting outside in the car.
Come on.
O' my brothers, it really was this ridiculous.
Like a bad Scooby Doo. Five hours of countryside and educated nothingness.
Fine art and the theatre, croquet and carrot cake.
Houses in France and stuff that could never mean anything to me.
Can they not hear themselves?
Their banal conversations floating through the air
like feces smeared across a crusty sky.
Sad bunch of vacuous little cunts.
With their private school educations. Strong perfect parents.
Silver spoon fed failed models, preening, perfect. Empty.
Clueless clown. Poor little me.
And Gandalf.
Nick?
You okay?
Of course I'm not okay, big tits.
Yeah.
This is going to be easier than you think.
Just whenever you're ready, alright?
BRETT: This is atmospheric.
(ECHOING BOOM)
Careful where you tread.
No shit. Looks like the maid died.
What?
Memories washing over me like a fever, making my head spin.
Started to sweat, thought I was going to throw up.
It was a real fucking trip and I wasn't having any fun.
Classic, he's having flashbacks.
Maybe we should follow him.
There's film in the camera.
Dr. Willard, we could follow him and get his reaction.
Tell me something, Willard. Am I the only one slightly concerned
that we've returned to the scene of the murder with the murderer.
Nick?
A lot of memories in this place.
Something like that.
You can talk to me, you know?
Tell me what happened.
I don't know anymore.
It's all right.
Come on, let's get back to the others.
(FLIES BUZZING)
Now, I suggest we eat, and discuss our reasons for being here.
Melissa, if you could organize the food.
I'll fetch the hamper from the car.
I'm just going to take you and Rachel, and show you the room upstairs.
Excuse me, Nick, if you don't mind waiting here.
What the hell is this?
This is where the incident supposedly took place.
At his worst point he claimed that that was what took his girlfriend.
NICK: So you know all about why you're here?
I know bits and pieces that he tells me.
What did he tell you about me?
He didn't have to. I know what you are.
So you think I'm a murderer, do you?
I didn't say that.
If I were you I'd stay well away from me.
Dr. Willard wouldn't put me in any danger.
He already has.
Hold on to this.
Where are you going?
Sitting down. What does it look like?
-Brett. -What?
Mr. Wilson, get up from there, that is not a play thing.
It's perfectly safe, I'm sure. I mean, how old is it?
(WRIST CLAMPS SHUTTING)
Brett?
Dr. Willard!
Brett! Brett! Brett!
Brett! Brett!
Jesus. What an idiot.
DR. WILLARD: Mr. Wilson I am quickly tiring of your nonsense.
Get up and get out of that damn chair.
It's not funny.
Mr. Wilson, perhaps you could use up some of that energy setting up the work lights.
BRETT: No Brett! No!
Shut up, Brett.
(BRETT COUGHING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
He won't be laughing for long.
I never dreamt I'd spend another night in that place.
But day turned to night pretty fast, and where was I going to go?
I was a dog on a leash with a cruel master.
BRETT: One more left.
Fingers crossed, you piece of shit.
I've never been afraid of the dark.
I was always more afraid of the light.
I didn't want to see what was going to happen.
If you can't see what's coming for you, maybe it can't see you either.
Oh, we have light.
Here you go.
Don't all thank me at once.
Good work, Brett.
Where's Dr. Willard?
No idea. You want some of this?
Don't you think we should wait for the doctor?
Why, is he the barman?
Do you want some of this?
I knew what was coming, needed to keep my wits about me, stay sharp.
If you were smart you'd do the same.
Last thing you want to be is liquored up when the shit comes down.
And it would come down.
BRETT: No?
Come on man, it's bloody freezing outside.
Doesn't mix with my medication.
(DR. WILLARD CLAPPING)
Thank you for the light, Mr. Wilson, it's wonderful.
Now we can see one another.
Say hello to fucking Gandalf.
Well, dinner's served.
Sorry, it's not very exciting.
So Willard,
what have you got planned for this evening?
Bit of disco dancing? Game of cards?
Well, actually I was hoping that Dr. Willard would tell us a bit more about this place.
Well, we are currently in the kitchen area
-of the Blackwater Institute. -Brett, you're supposed to be following this.
During the 1950s,
this place was an institute for mental health care, of a sort.
-An asylum? -Yes, a private facility.
It was run by a revolutionary scientist called Blackwater.
He was a great thinker,
an innovator.
He was taking the study of the human mind
into whole new spheres of research.
-Sounds like a swell guy. -Oh, no, no, he was, for a time.
The details are a little sketchy,
but it would appear that at some time,
I would put it around 1958, 1959,
the scientific world of which he had become such a key part
turned on him.
I suppose he refused to modernize his thinking,
and so, paid the price.
No longer taken seriously,
Blackwater boarded himself and his patients,
all of whom had significant psychological problems,
into the asylum.
None of his discoveries were ever published
in respect to (INAUDIBLE).
By the time the authorities shut him down in 1963,
he was a shadow of a man,
as tormented
as the last of his surviving patients.
What's that got to do with me?
Well, technically...
the history of this place is merely incidental.
What is significant is
that the beginnings of your story started here.
Bringing you back to investigate the reactions of your mind,
that is the vital aspect of the research.
We will begin tomorrow.
We will ask you questions,
ask you to relive your experience...
I wasn't listening,
just staring into the shadows wondering where they were hiding.
I had to get out of there. I was suffocating.
Excuse me.
I'll go check if he's okay.
I did think about ending it.
I'll admit that. It's better for everybody.
In the long run maybe it would've been.
With me dead, they might have just left. But I'm not a quitter.
It's something I just couldn't do.
(GROWLING)
There you are. Are you all right?
Shouldn't have come back to this place.
I've spent years trying to get past this.
This is dangerous, me being here.
If you really want to leave I'm sure everyone will understand.
Maybe some more therapy wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Back at the institute?
No, here with Dr. Willard.
The things you think you saw,
they seemed real.
Illusions always do.
Ghost stories are exactly that, Nick...
stories.
Your mind made them up for some reason.
That just makes the truth worst, doesn't it?
When we start the study tomorrow,
the truth will come out.
Then you can put all of this behind you.
I killed a woman and I can't remember doing it.
You don't get a lot of sympathy when that kind of thing happens.
Your family and friends ostracize you.
They don't want to know you anymore.
I spent every day at the institute trying to piece together what happened,
and every day I came up with the same answer: that they think...
I'm there for the reason that they think I am. That I'm crazy.
I just can't find the answers.
It's just darkness.
-I've got to go. -No, don't.
Just stay one night.
I want to show you something.
And if by tomorrow morning you still have doubts,
then leave before anyone wakes up
and I won't say a word.
What do you mean?
I have an idea.
(BURP) Sorry, Willard.
Barely, Mr. Wilson.
-This is cozy. -I tried my best.
So, where's your friend Nick?
Gone for a walk I imagine.
-And where's Rachel? -Keeping him company, I would think.
-Is that safe? -Of course.
-I don't trust him. -Me neither. He gives me the creeps.
It's been a long day.
I think it's time I went to bed.
-I'll take you. -Thank you, Melissa.
-Goodnight, Brett. -Goodnight, Willard.
(COUGHING)
See now, Dr. Willard, you've been overdoing it.
Nonsense, my dear.
-I'm as fit as a fiddle! -Well as long as you let me know, okay?
-Have you the list of all the items I require? -Yes.
And they're all in my... ah!
-Nick! -Hello.
I should like to talk to you in private for a moment, if you don't mind?
Where's Rachel?
She's asleep.
If you don't believe me go and check. She's still breathing.
I didn't say anything.
Dr. Willard, I'll just make your room up the best I can.
Thank you.
There's something I haven't told the others,
but I think that you should know.
Come with me.
I have not been entirely honest with the others.
My book...
It is not about you.
It is more about what happened.
I recently came into possession of Blackwater's private journal.
The journal details much
of Blackwater's research practices.
It makes very disturbing reading.
Blackwater was experimenting on his patients,
in the asylum in the most unorthodox of ways.
The medical practices
on the clinically insane were not of a high standard in the 1950s.
But Blackwater took his research to a whole new level of depravity, of cruelty.
Most of the work
was concentrated in the basement.
That is where the real horror took place.
He was ostracized from the scientific world at the time
because of his attempt to suggest the existence
of the human soul.
Why are you telling me this?
Because...
that's not all the journal contains.
The purpose of those experiments
was connected to the contraption that you say took Sammy.
That thing didn't take Sammy.
I know that now. It was in my head!
-Rachel told... -Rachel?
Rachel is a student, Mr. West. A good one...
but no expert.
I am not as convinced of your guilt as you appear to be.
Blackwater claimed that the machine he was working on,
that thing upstairs,
was a portal to another realm,
a realm
which could separate the soul from the body.
Would you believe that?
I believe it is possible.
This place is filled with evil.
I feel it at every turn!
There is a chance that whatever took Sammy
still lurks in the darkest corners of this asylum.
So, you don't think I'm crazy?
No, Mr. West.
But right now you and I are the only two people in the world
who really believe that.
Doctor...
I don't know how you think I can help you.
You know why?
Because they were just illusions!
I don't think so.
When dealing with matters of the mind, there is nothing certain.
What happened to you four years ago
was just one in a series of misadventures
that have taken place here for years.
They were all in my head! I know that now!
In my head!
It had to be...
Did they, Mr. West?
I am interested in the answers to a question
that no one in my profession dares to ask.
What if the crazy person isn't crazy?
What if
what they are saying is true.
And now that we are here,
I am in a position
to do something about it.
For years I've been told that I was crazy,
that I've made this whole thing up.
And now you're saying that it was true?
Yes, Mr. West.
You're crazier than me.
Everything is in place.
Brett and Rachel are my controls,
only they don't know it. They are grounded in science.
They absolutely will not believe in anything I just told you.
They are an intrinsic part of the study even more.
So...
will you help me,
Mr. West?
This is...
I don't know.
Then, think carefully about what you want.
If the journal is accurate,
men with a greater reason and will than you
have lost their lives to this place.
And just like that, everything you think you know is turned upside-down.
And nobody is what they seem.
They slept too easily.
They had no idea.
So naive, so innocent,
so fucking stupid.
Shh...
Come on.
And so it began,
a young girl with a plan way out of her depth and sinking fast.
Come on.
This is foolish.
-You don't know what you're doing... -Nick, it's gonna be fine.
Please, Rachel, don't do this.
-It's not safe here. -It's perfectly safe,
and I'm going to prove it to you.
Please don't, Rachel.
Nick, I'm going to go and sit down on that chair,
and you'll see that everything is going to be fine.
-Don't! -Nick, it's going to be all right.
-But Willard... -What about Dr. Willard?
He told me...
I want to believe you, but...
Nick, look at this thing!
It's nothing! Look, Brett sat in it earlier and he's all right.
Well, he's a bit of an asshole, but he's always been like that.
Don't sit in that thing, Rachel!
She should have listened to me.
They should all have listened to me,
but they're too carried away, you see,
with their own ideas, wrapped up in educated egos that don't know what I know.
See? There's nothing to be worried about.
Famous last words.
It's a chair, nothing more.
What are you so afraid of?
You haven't seen the things I've seen.
You don't know what you're dealing with.
What is it that you don't understand?
Can't you see, Nick?
It's all in your mind.
(SCREAMING)
No! Rachel!
Fuck, get it off me!
-Willard! -Get it off me!
Willard!
Gone, just like that,
just like Sammy.
-Dr. Willard! -What is it?
What's happening?
It's happened again! Rachel, she's gone through. It's taken her!
Nick?
(NICK'S VOICE) Rachel. Rachel, help me.
(NICK WHEEZING)
Rachel, help me.
Nick!
(SCREECHY VOICE) Rachel, Rachel.
Nick! Nick!
It'll hardly come as a surprise to you that I got the blaming like last time.
You can kind of see why.
So, you think she got sucked into the machine, just like Sammy?
Wait a minute, time out.
I don't know, maybe.
She was trying to help me. I could hear the voices.
Willard, have you been handing out crack pipes?
You have a better explanation for what happened, I suppose?
Well, I'd say it's the insane-asylum inmate.
Yeah, in the torture chamber, with whatever murder weapon he used to kill the last girl.
You think I did it?
Well, it's not a like you're a nutter or anything.
Show some respect for the patient.
Can't you see you're upsetting him with these baseless accusations!
Baseless? Bollocks.
That's enough!
Nick...
-Rachel? -Nick!
Rachel, help me.
-Nick? -Rachel, help me.
Rachel, help me.
-Rachel. -Nick...
(WHEEZING)
(SCREECHY VOICE) Rachel! Rachel! Rachel!
Nick?
-Nick? -Help... me... Rachel...
(FLIES BUZZING)
(SCREAMING)
Rachel! Rachel!
I'm going through. I have to bring her back.
That's what we've been saying.
Yeah, bring her back, and everything will be fine.
This is the last time I'm going to tell you two to be silent!
There are thing happening here, you can't possibly comprehend.
Nick, supposing you do go through,
there's no guarantee you'll come back.
You don't know what's waiting for you over there.
You shouldn't speak ill of people, but what a fucking coward.
Room full of triads and big-shots and nobody wants to take responsibility.
It's time for good old Nick West to step up, eh?
Whatever it is, Rachel's mixed up in it right now.
I'm going through.
No! Stop...
Wait... you'll be no good to Rachel if you can't come back.
What are we going to do, then?
Blackwater's journal...
There must be something in there. He built this thing!
He knows better than anyone how to work it.
-Where is the journal? -It's in my room.
Come on.
All right, we'll do it your way, old man,
but we don't have much time!
Twenty quid says the old man goes missing next.
You think it's Nick?
Of course it is. It's fucking obvious. He's a psycho!
Dr. Willard doesn't think so.
Yeah, well Dr. Willard's as full of shit as Nick is.
Brett, I'm scared.
Hmm? Don't be scared.
(STRANGE NOISE)
What was that?
Fuck all. Who cares?
Wait a minute. I think it came from the chair.
God, not you as well. It's a chair for Christ's sake.
I sat on that think earlier and nothing happened.
It's bullshit. The whole thing is bullshit.
-You sat in it? -Yeah.
Show me.
What?
Show me.
Please?
Right, but we carry on from where we left off.
I've got a right horn on.
See? Nothing.
Brett? What do you think that's for?
I don't know.
(SCREAMS)
Don't have anything yet.
We don't have time for this!
I'm going as fast as I can.
Portions of the text are damaged.
Can't build a machine like that and not have some sort of get-out clause.
For Rachel's sake, let's hope not.
(GROANING)
Fuck.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Rachel?
(RINGING GETS LOUDER)
Rachel?
Hello.
Hello?
Hello, Sailor.
(SCREECHING)
Horse...
Shh...
-What the hell is going on? -Shut up, Brett!
There's something in here with us.
What, in the closet?
No, you idiot, in this place.
Oh.
It's...
It's some kind of a...
I don't know,
but I think it's after me.
Well then we should split up.
I have a feeling it's probably after you, too.
Nick was right.
Where's Dr. Willard when you need him?
Come on, old man!
You want me to help you or not?
Dr. Willard! It's taken Brett! That thing, it's taken him!
-What? -He sat in the chair. He wanted to show me it was safe.
He disappeared!
I didn't believe you either. This is crazy.
That fool. I told him to show more respect
for things he does not understand!
Enough of this fucking melodrama.
What are we going to do?
I don't know, but we're wasting time here.
I'm going through.
Nick!
I'm going through!
Nick!
Nick! This is madness!
It's suicide!
I don't have a choice.
I let Sammy down.
I should've gone after her.
I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.
Dear boy...
if you go through,
there's every chance you'll never come back.
Come back to what?
This?
The institute?
Everything I ever cared about is through there.
If there's nothing more I can say...
You take care of yourself, Professor.
It's been educational.
No!
(LAUGHING)
Well, my dear,
that was easier
than we anticipated.
The fools!
Never saw that coming, eh?
Rachel?
(WHEEZING VOICE) Rachel! Rachel!
Rachel! Rachel!
Rachel!
Let's go, come on.
See, there's an opening. Hurry up!
Jeez, I can't. It's locked.
-What? -I can't, I'm trying.
Rachel, there could be anything behind this door.
Brett, don't be ridiculous.
We need to get out of this place.
Just open the fucking door.
(METAL CLASHING)
-Oh, shit. I've cut my hand. -Oh God.
(DEEP GROWLING)
Brett...
put some pressure on it.
I can't. Look, the damn thing's...
(FLIES BUZZING)
Put some pressure on it!
(SCREAMS)
(PAINFUL GRUNT)
Run, Rachel. Run.
Rachel, Rachel!
(CRYING)
(DEEP GROWLING)
Brett.
-Brett! -Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Who's there?
It's Nick.
What, the psycho killer?
Fucking idiot.
He'd seen the demon and he still wanted to blame me.
Some people just get what's fucking coming to them.
Why did you do that?
Where's Rachel?
Who?
Where's Rachel?
She went that way.
Or maybe that way, you cunt.
So, that book's supposed to keep you safe?
That's the idea.
Let's have a look.
How much blood does this demon need?
A lot.
Doctor... (GASPS IN PAIN)
Sorry.
The demon must be satisfied.
(PAINED GROAN)
(GASP)
(CRYING)
-It's me. -Nick.
You ok?
It killed Brett.
-What killed Brett? -It killed Brett.
What killed Brett?
Please save me, please.
Please...
I'm gonna get you out of this place, I promise you.
(CRYING)
(GASPING IN PAIN)
Ok, ready?
Good enough.
Wait...
it's coming.
And finally we come face to face.
Me and my demon.
Head to head.
Toe to toe.
Can you see it?
I don't see it.
(FLIES BUZZING)
We have to go.
It's the blood. It's the blood, of course.
Told you I'd get her out of that outfit.
If only I could get her tits out now.
(WHIMPERING)
Close your eyes.
(CHAINS RATTLING)
You've done us both so proud.
So proud.
(FLIES BUZZING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Where is it?
(FLIES BUZZING)
(LOW GROWL)
(CRYING)
Stop toying with her.
Who...
(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)
There's a way out!
There you are.
Bitch!
Turn the volume down granddad.
What a rotter.
As you can see, it all got a bit silly at this point.
Girl with her puppies out. Demon.
Old bananer in pajamas.
Is this what I promised you?
Are we prick teasing you enough?
Are you full up?
Is this what you came here to see, o' my brothers?
My gift!
To you!
Look at this poorly written, badly acted bullshit!
Is there any truth in this B-movie banality?
No.
No!
There is no truth my friends!
Believe no one.
Believe nothing.
I'll tell you what party people, you geeks and freaks,
you blood thirsty morons.
Fuck you.
Bring on the red parade!
Get off me old man.
I am not so old in this place.
(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)
So, are there any pulses in the house?
You deadbeat, midnight freak, torture porn, gore whores.
I know what you're looking for.
So have it, take it, fare thee well, and fuck you very much!
Do you ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
A small price to pay.
She will find her peace very soon.
You set us up.
You played directly into my hands
from the very start.
Just as I knew you would.
(LAUGHS)
Call it off her.
Call it off her!
She does not answer to thee.
(GRUNT)
No.
It answers to me.
Oh, Nick, please...
None of this is real.
(DISTORTED SCREAM)
I...
am.
(SPEAKING IN DEMON VOICE)
None of this is real.
Nick... (CRYING)
Rachel!
Get away from him!
Nick!
Listen to me, this is not real!
Finish him, Nick.
All in good time, baby.
I love you.
Get off her now!
Please...
(MUSIC WARPING)
(MUFFLED CRIES)
(CRYING)
Nick, don't!
I love you.
(SCREAMING)
Run Rachel!
Run!
(AGONIZING CRIES)
Oh God help us.
Oh God, oh God.
(MAN BEING BEATEN)
(CRYING)
(SCREAMING)
(AXE SCRAPING)
You're a cunt.
You're just a low rent cunt!
You're a cunt!
(CRYING)
Hey, hey, hey...
there's no use begging or screaming.
Because you're a whore.
Open your legs.
Open your fucking legs!
You're a worthless, cheap, perfume smelling cunt.
And you're weak.
And as my mother used to say
the weak are always trying to subvert the strong.
And I am the strong.
So buckle up, bitch.
Here comes the pain.
(SCREAMING)
Rachel!
Ra...
Rachel!
No!
No...
See Nick.
There is no chair.
No chair.
(CRYING)
(LAUGHING)
What? What's funny?
You're a genius shrinky.
You're a fucking God damn genius.
Ah hah, what?
Of course there's no chair.
There never was a fucking chair.
No chair.
No chair shrinky.
Rachel!
Rachel.
Rachel, where are you?
Sammy?
Sammy!
(CRYING)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I did this.
They're all dead now.
It's just me and you Sammy.
It's me...
I've never seen you look so beautiful.
Look at me...
It's Rachel.
You look so beautiful.
It's Ra... It's Rachel.
It's just me and you now, Sam.
(PAINFUL MOAN)
(FLESH TEARING)
It's ok Rachel.
What about you?
It's ok.
No...
Please...
Don't do it...
(MUFFLED CRY)
Nick, please don't!
Don't!
No!
(SCREAMS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GLASS BREAKING)
Whew.
Well, that was a bit of fun wasn't it?
And you're not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?
Trust me, no one's gonna believe us.
(SPEAKING BACKWARDS)
You sure you wanna go on the run with a...
crazy person?
(SPEAKING BACKWARDS)
(SPEAKING IN DEMON VOICE) I love you.
Let's go get crazy.