All language subtitles for Dementamania.2013.1080p.WEBRip.x2

Downloaded from
YTS.MX

Official YIFY movies site:
YTS.MX

(sirens softly blare)

(soft, ominous music)

(flesh softly oozes)

(wings flutter)

(insect buzzes)

(suspenseful music)

(insect buzzes)

(suspenseful music)

(alarm clock beeps)

[Radio Announcer] To
save the 130-year-old bank

from collapse, there is talk of cutting

200 jobs over the next week.

The European Central Bank has
made the decision to downgrade

its growth forecast next
month, as new data has shown

one in four Italians are now unemployed.

More on that another financial
news later in the show.

In local news, a man claiming to be

a Catholic priest arrested
in Gatwick Airport

after he was caught carrying cocaine.

(slow, ominous music)

(Laura gasps)

(insect rustles)

(insect buzzes)

(cord rattles)

(Edward softly grunts)

(insect squishes)
(Edward groans)

Jesus.

(Edward pants)

How did you get in here?

(lid clanks)

(water flushes)

(fast, tense music)

(soft, suspenseful music)

(Edward sighs)

Shit.

(wrapper tears)

(water splashes)

This week feels like it's lasted a month.

This month feels like a year.

Time tends to drag when every day

is as uneventful as the last.

(soft, mellow, electronic music)

I can't remember the last time

I was excited about something.

It's like there was this
void that just gets bigger

and bigger no matter what I fill it with.

Wake up, go to work, come
home, watch TV, go to bed.

There has to be more to life than this,

this painful, monotonous existence.

[Machine] You have four new messages.

(machine beeps)

[Carrie] Hey Ed, it's Carrie.

Call me back when you get this.

(machine beeps)

Hey Ed, it's--

(machine beeps)

Hey Ed. (button clicks)

[Dr. Rathkin] Good evening
Mr. Arkham, it's Dr. Rathkin.

I was disappointed when you didn't

turn up for our session on Tuesday.

I'm calling because I
honestly felt as though

we were making progress,
up until our last meeting,

which was disconcerting, to say the least.

Please call me when you get this message.

Thanks.

(keys jingle)

(water boils)

Hi, Ed.

(Carrie giggle)

We must stop meeting like this.

How come you didn't come over last night?

Carrie lives next door.

I got back late last night.

I didn't get a messages till this morning.

Okay, well, how about
you come over tonight?

I'll cook some food, and we can
watch a movie, or something.

I'm sorry, I can't do tonight.

Stop making excuses.

[Edward] We went out a few weeks back.

One thing led to another, and
I ended up back at her place.

You can't treat me like this.

Okay, maybe it happened more than once.

Look, you know I've just
broke up with Laura.

Oh, come on, it's been almost a year.

And that's not what you said last week

when you were begging me to let you do

exactly what you wanted.

You're having that
shit for breakfast now.

What?

I'll do whatever I want.

(button clicks)

Don't you ignore me.
(bell dings)

That woman scares me.

(button clicks)

(Carrie shrieks)

(pants rustle)

(bell dings)

(buttons beep)

There seems no escape.

From what exactly, I'm unsure.

But the only place I'm ever truly at ease

is here in the car.

(upbeat, electronic music)

(car horns honk)

Morning, Mikey.

Morning, Edward.

Edward.

(Edward sighs)

David Snodgrass.

Backs-stabbed his way up the ladder,

and is universally despised.

Snodgrass.

What's it like up there
in development, then?

It's good, thanks.

They should use people like
him for product testing

in laboratories, instead
of innocent animals.

Aren't you working on that?
Dealing software for KBank?

Yeah, that's right.

Heard, you went way over budget, Eddie.

It's not a good place to be these days.

Well, we--

(shoulder taps)

Why don't you tell me on the way up?

Right, so Ed, what floor are you again?

(Edward sighs)

Seven, please.

Seven, seven.

Ah, there we go, seven.

And four, right, great.

So, please continue.

Well, we had a few issues
with the accounting modules,

but other than that, the
application's pretty much done,

so it's not too bad.

Hmm. (shoulder taps)

I see.

That's good, good.

Now, these accounting
modules that you speak of,

what stage are we at at the moment, Ed?

Because we were thinking, that is,

me and my team were thinking,

(tense, distorted music)

(David screams)

(flesh oozes)

(Edward yells)

So, that's where we are with
management at the moment, and,

(bell dings)

Fourth floor.

That's your stop, isn't it?

Oh yeah, fourth.

I've been meaning to
have a chat with you, Ed.

So maybe I'll come up with this
afternoon and I'll find you.

All right?

(doors rattle)

(bell dings)

(employees softly murmur)

Did you get my email last week?

About the party tonight?

Christian's over from the States.

I've got a meeting with
him in, like, five minutes.

We'll chat later, okay?

[Steven] Am I invited?

Probably not.

Sometimes, you sound
like such a loser, Steven.

Mind your own business, Pablo.

Fuck you.

[Steven] No, fuck you.

[Pablo] No, fuck you.

[Steven] No, fuck you.

[Pablo] Fuck you.

Enough.

What's this party she's talking about?

I hear there's going
to be a lot of bitches.

It's a birthday party at the Forge.

The Forge?

Yeah, the Forge, remember?

We've been there before.

(Edward sighs)

No, but go on.

It's gonna be a pussy fest.

We have to go.

(Edward sighs)

[Edward] Big boy condoms,
penis enlargement, free Viagra.

This place, it's eating me alive.

Cooped up 10 hours a day, meetings,

deadlines, reports,
annoying office politics,

subjected to the same dull
personalities every day.

Morning, Eddie.

[Edward] And I hate it
when people call me Eddie.

(mouse clicks)

(soft, suspenseful music)

(water softly splashes)

(bubbles gurgle)

Hello again.

Have we met?

In another life, perhaps.

I don't believe in that stuff.

Maybe you should.

I'm quite happy living
in the real world.

Of course.

Nicholas Lemarchand.

Your hand is freezing.

Edward Arkham.

It's a medical condition.

I've had it for as long as I can remember.

What is it?

Don't worry.

It's not contagious.

So, what do you do here, Ed?

You don't mind me calling you Ed, do you?

I'm a software analyst.

Senior software analyst.

And how long have you been here?

It'll be five years in October.

[Nicholas] A long time.

Five years.

Yep.

(Edward sighs)

Are you okay?

(Edward sighs)

I didn't sleep too well last night.

(insect rustles)

(soft, ominous music)

(insect buzzes) Shit.

Did you see that?

Did I see what?

Sorry, I've just got a thing about.

Bugs?

Yeah.

It's funny how such small,
helpless little creatures

can provoke such terror.

They aren't so helpless.

One of those little bastards
stung me this morning.

(mug clanks)

(spoon clinks)

(spoon clanks)

Hurts, doesn't it?

(Edward sighs)

Yeah.

Well, everything
happens for a reason, Ed.

For the greater good, I guess.

Or evil.

I'll see you around.

Sure.

(Edward sighs)

Sorry mate, can you go around?

(employees softly murmur)

(electricity hums)

(eerie, suspenseful music)

(ominous, electronic music)

[Nicholas] I've known people like you.

Can't live the life you
really want to live,

because the law forbids it.

Boundaries set by so-called
modern society to stop people

acting on their impulses,
their natural instinct.

(flesh oozes)

But it doesn't have to be that way.

Conformity is weakness.

(voices softly wail)

Let go, Edward.

They don't care about you.

Nobody does.

(voices agonizingly groan)

You are alone.

Equal their depravity in vengeance.

(flesh crunches) (voices scream)

(suspenseful, intensifying music)

(copier clicks)

[Co-Worker] What are you looking at?

Get a grip, Ed.

(keyboard clicks)

Get your own calculator.

(keyboard clicks)

(Edward sighs)

(leg scratches)

(Edward sighs)

(keyboard clicks)

It is estimated that
50,000 people in the UK

are severely allergic to
stinging insect venom.

Every year, 12 deaths from
stinging reactions are reported.

(soft music)

(pages rustle)

(kisses smack)

(co-worker softly moans)

(slow, tense music)

(computer beeps)

Hey, Ed.

(Edward sighs)

What do you want?

Just wanna talk to you about

testing environments.

What about them?

One of the guys needs to install

some updates on Dev-6, but I,

I thought I'd run it past you first.

You thought you'd run it past me first?

You came all the way up
here just to run it past me.

Did you ever think of using one of these?

You are obviously busy.

I'll come back later.

(phone clicks)

(door locks) (zipper clicks)

(co-worker pants and moans)

(soft, ominous music)

(slow, tense music)

(co-worker groans)

(Edward pants)

No!

(door knocks)
- You all right?

(Edward pants)

You all right?

I'm fine, thanks.

I'm fine.

(Edward pants)

Everything all right?

(chain rattles)

(soft, ambient music)

(lighter clicks)

(nicotine sizzles)

(lighter clicks)

How's it hanging?

(Edward sighs)

Shit.

They say talking to oneself
is the first sign of madness.

I'm not talking to myself.

Sure.

I'm sorry if I startled you.

You know, we're not supposed to be here.

Rules are there to be
broken though, aren't they?

Not around here, they're not.

Are you feeling all right?

Why do people keep asking me that?

When was the last time
you looked in a mirror?

What do you do here?

(soft, ominous music)

Humans think they're
so important, don't they?

I said what do you do here, your job.

From up here, you see
them as they really are.

No more important than rats.

Always fucking with each other.

Like people need to fuck with other people

just to feel good about themselves.

You know what I mean?

I digress.

I work in a very specialized field.

I'm a mediator.

A mediator?

Mmm.

Oh, Edward.

You deserve better than this.

You are not like them.

Like who?

The rats.

Who are you?

You know exactly who I am.

(watch clicks)

You better run along, or you'll
be late for your meeting.

I'm always around, if
you want to talk later.

(chain rattles)

(pages rustle)

(drawers clang)

Where is that report?

Ah.

Guys, I'm gonna be in
a meeting till 11:30.

Okie-dokie.

Have either of you seen
anybody stepping around my desk?

When?

I dunno, whenever.

No, I haven't seen anyone.

How about you?

No.

(actor barks)

Yeah, who's your daddy?

You're late.

Nice one.

(fist thuds) (Silas groans)

Punctuality is the soul of
all business, remember that.

Now, get out.

I'm fucking with you, take a seat.

You said 10:30, Silas.

No.

I'm sure I said 10:15.

Both of you, shut up.

Yes, sir.

While we were waiting for you, Ed,

Silas brought up some issues he has

regarding the user experience
for the KBank application.

Sure.

He's new blood, pick his brains.

You're never too experienced
to learn new things.

I don't think that's the best--

You're familiar with Bill Gates, right?

Of course.

Mark Zuckerberg?

Yes.

Retards.

I was developing accounting software

when I was nine years old.

I started this business
when I was 15 years old,

and I didn't make the Fortune 500

not knowing what was best
for my own goddamned company.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

You think I'm that easily offended?

I, um--

You apologizing for offending
me is fucking offending me.

I'm sorry.

(Christian laughs)

Relax, Ed, I'm just fucking with you.

(Christian laughs)

Oh man, just trust me on this, okay?

Okay.

Not that I'm giving
you much of a choice.

Anyway.

Now, I had Keith over in New Business

conduct a feasibility study last week,

and he doesn't seem to
think there is any need

for us to outsource any more design work.

So, I'm appointing Silas as team leader.

Team leader?

(Edward shouts)

(flesh crunches and oozes)

(frantic, suspenseful music)

I love it When you die.

(Edward laughs maniacally)

Any questions?

Yeah, Ed?

(Edward pants)

Ehm, yeah, team leader.

Yes.

Team leader.

Oh, boo.

No, don't be an asshole about it, Silas.

You said work under Silas.

Before, you said with Silas.

Ed, technically it's--

Technically, you will be temporarily

working under him, but
it doesn't mean anything.

This is all about what's best

for our company and our customers.

We've got a lot of work to do, Ed.

Yes, you do.

We're in a lot of trouble.

We've just lost three
of our biggest clients

in the last two months.

I know.

People just aren't spending money

like they used to, and I don't blame them.

Can't compete with the Far East,

so this is really about
our reputation, our brand.

Now, I've had to make some

really tough decisions in recent months.

I've had to let a lot of good people go.

Not because they weren't
good at their jobs.

A couple of 'em were phenomenally shitty,

but for the most part, it's
because we can't be overstaffed.

I would hate to see
the same happen to you.

Or you, Silas.

You're lucky you've got brains.

(pen snaps)

(soft, suspenseful music)

(clock ticks)

(bell dings)

(employees softly murmur)

[Nicholas] Edward.

(voices softly moan)

(David hums) (pages rustle)

David.

(pens rattle)

Mr. Arkham, how you doing?

I'm good.

Are you looking for something?

No, not really.

I was just being nosy.

Nosy?

Well, I'm a director, Edward.

Above you, if you remember.

Well, a few floors below
you in this building.

A few floors up in the old food chain.

(soft, tense music)

[Edward] A few floors
up in the food chain?

That doesn't even make
sense, you fucking moron!

If you know what I mean.

How could I forget?

[David] No, I've actually come up here

to ask for your help on something.

At your service.

Well, I don't know if you know,

but I'm conducting an internal audit.

Yeah, I heard.

Well, what I'd like you to do

is to create a report on
the efficiency of your team

and the processes and the
procedures that you employ.

Well--
- Also, if you could add

a few notes and how
things could be improved,

that'd be a great help.

You know--
- Shouldn't take you

no longer than a day or two.

(Edward sighs)

So, you want me to
conduct an audit for you?

(David chuckles)
- No, not exactly.

I'll be conducting the audit.

You'll just be helping me out.

So, what do you think?

I've got a lot on at the moment.

I'm not sure I've got the time.

Well, I need this by middle
of next week, the latest.

So, I'd like you to drop everything

that you are doing and do this for me, Ed.

You'll be handsomely rewarded.

And Ed, let's just keep this
between ourselves, yeah?

Sure.

I'm gonna be slipping out
a little bit early today.

Got a little bit on the side,

take them away for the weekend.

Anywhere nice?

Nah, not really.

(David snickers)

Let's not forget what
we spoke about, yeah?

I won't.

Hello babe, give us a kiss.

You smell lovely.

You sloth.

(table thuds)

I'm not gonna be one of his slaves.

(Pablo sighs)

You know, it's not cows on the bus.

They've been lovers for years.

I know, but someone has
to do something about him.

Well, go kick his ass, then.

You'd be doing a great
service to every employee

of this company if you
decided to take a stand.

(computer beeps)

(Edward sighs)

(leg scratches)

(Edward sighs)

Have either of you guys
got any moisturizing cream?

Why, you're planning on
making love to your own hand?

If it's serious, maybe
you should see a doctor.

It's just dry skin.

(Edward sighs)

(keyboard clicks)

(Edward sighs)

(blood softly splashes)

(alternative rock music)

Laura?

Dear Laura, fuck off and die.

Why don't you go down on me?

Why don't you swallow, swallow?

(picture thuds)

Guys, I'm gonna go for a bit of lunch.

Swallow what?

Feel I'm with my wisdom
from the darkness

Stop, it's coming closer

[Employee] Rye, one on a toasted bagel,

and the rest on white.

[Patron] Okay, and a salad also?

Eh, don't know, didn't say.

No, no salad.

What have I got so far?

Oh, chicken and bacon.

So, ham and cheese on
brown with mayo, no butter.

Now, can you make sure
there's no butter at all?

Because he's lactose intolerant,

and you just can't have butter.

Okay.

Oh, for for fucks sake.

Right, that's it.

Oh, sorry, and one Caesar
salad, and that's it.

Oh no, no.

That's so silly.

We're missing a salmon and
cream cheese on a bagel, yeah.

Caesar bagel, has to be Caesar's.

Right, I'll sort this out.

(steam hisses)

(knives chop)

(watch ticks)

(steam hisses)

(tense music)

(paper crinkles)

Hello, my dear.

How are we this afternoon?

[Patron] I'm very well, thank you.

Finally.

What can I get for my favorite customer?

I need six salads, three
potato, with one chicken Caesar,

one normal Caesar, and one crayfish salad.

Vitton, do we have any crayfish left?

(loud, tense music)

(glass shatters)

I'm sorry.

And one ham and cheese and mustard.

(soft, ominous music)

(body thuds)

(woman shrieks)

[Onlooker] Oh, my God.

[Onlooker] Did you see what happened?

Half an hour to get a bloody sandwich.

(Pablo chuckles)

(tense music)

(flesh crunches)

(Steven shrieks)

(Pablo laughs)

(Pablo hums)

Ed?

What?

Can I?

If you take my calculator one more time,

I'm gonna cut your hand
off, shove it up your arse.

What is wrong with you?

I seriously think you
should see someone, Ed.

Maybe a doctor.

(computer beeps)

Asshole.

I only said it because I care.

I wasn't talking to you.

Although you're an asshole, too.

(computer beeps)

(mouse clicks)

(soft, eerie music)

What the?

He's just messing with me.

I've seen this stuff before.

(keyboard clicks)

(computer beeps)

What?

Steven, have you met new
guy around here called

Nicholas Lemarchand?

It does sound vaguely familiar.

So, you've met this guy.

I didn't say that.

I said the name sounds familiar.

Pablo, how about you?

Who?

Nicholas Lemarchand.

Nicholas Lemarchand?

Have you met a guy
called Nicholas Lemarchand?

No, doesn't ring a bell.

(Edward softly pants)

What's wrong with you?

I dunno.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

You're not losing your mind.

It's just been a rough week, that's all.

Now, my uncle, he lost it, totally.

One day, he got into
the neighbor's backyard

and raped their dog.

(Pablo softly chuckles)

That poor dog, he fucked it up for life.

After, he wouldn't eat a drink

for, like, two weeks, and then he died.

He raped a dog.

Yes.

And after that he shot
himself up the ass, and he died.

Why'd he shoot himself up the arse?

He was so messed up in his head.

He thought there was a
demon living up his ass,

so he tried to shoot it.

(Edward sighs)

A demon up his arse?

A demon.

(Edward sighs)

I need a cigarette.

(soft, ominous music)

(Edward sighs)

(phone buzzes)

My day.

(Edward sighs)

(phone beeps)

(Edward sighs)

Whore.

(phone rattles)

You can do a lot better than her, Ed.

You know that.

Remember that weird birthmark?

Not very attractive.

Why don't you mind
your own bloody business?

I'm just telling it as it is.

So, what's the deal with that video?

That's you.

It looks a lot like me.

Ed, sometimes you're not
supposed to understand things.

(insect rustles)

The world bears many mysteries.

Whatever it is you're trying to do,

you'd better stop, right now.

I mean you know harm, Ed.

So, what do you want from me?

Why don't you tell me?

This is crazy.

Birthmark?

How do you?

2,000 highly skilled IT professionals,

who will customize our
revolutionary solutions.

Hey, Mikey.

Oh.

Sorry, mate.

Hey, have you heard about the suicide?

No.

Goldberg Finch.

Guy jumps out the 11th floor.

Really?

[Mikey] Yeah, everybody's
talking about it.

Listen, I need your help with something.

There's this guy, Nicholas Lemarchand.

Met him in the kitchen this morning.

I don't know who he is, but
I don't think he works here.

He's been harassing me all day.

Harassing you?

In what way?

I dunno, he's weird.

Asking me questions about things.

I thought he might be a security risk.

Well, you've come to the right man.

Better to be safe than sorry, eh?

Yeah, I thought that.

Let's check the old visitors list.

You said you met him in
the kitchen this morning.

What time was that?

About nine?

Nine.

What does he look like?

Gray hair, 40s, suit, well-dressed.

I'll tell you what, I'll check
out the surveillance video.

Once I got a visual on him, he
won't be able to track down.

Have you seen him anywhere else?

No.

You sure?

Yeah.

Ed, I meant to say this morning.

Are you all right?

You just don't see yourself at the moment.

I'm fine, I'm just a bit stressed.

Don't let the bastards get you down.

Life's too short.

Cheers, mate.

All right, mate.

(tense music)

(eerie, suspenseful music)

So, are you coming tonight, Ed?

Are you okay?

Sorry, I don't feel so good.

No, Ed.

It's my birthday, you're coming.

And you are already on the list.

Seriously?

You're coming, and that's that.

I need you as a wing man.

All right, just for a few.

Cool, I'll see you there.

So beautiful, so innocent.

I'd fuck her like my
uncle fucked that dog.

It's Christian, get up.

(telephones ring)

You look a little pale.

I'm fine.

Please accept my apologies
for this morning.

No, no, look, don't worry
about any of that, all right?

I know you guys are
under a lot of pressure.

I've been there myself.

Just don't let it get to you.

I don't wanna see you
jumping out any windows.

You hear about that?

Banker that jumped out of his window,

happened just around the corner.

Hmm.
- Anyway, I need you focused.

What's going on with
Silas, you getting along?

I haven't heard from him yet.

You gotta be proactive, man.

Pick up the phone, sometimes people

just need a little tickle.

A tickle?

Yeah, you know, a little tickle.

Yes, sir.

KBank is a very big client.

I don't wanna risk losing them.

Everything's gotta be perfect.

I know he's an asshole, okay?

But I really liked his ideas.

I figured I would give him a shot.

I did the same for you not so long ago.

But they were my ideas.

I discussed them with him at
the beginning of the week.

I'm flying back to the States,

and I'm gonna be back in a month.

I need to see some
results, you understand?

Yes.

Be a little more focused.

Hello there, sir.

That's funny.

I just came down to speak to Ed.

Speak of the devil.

I emailed you earlier on today, Ed,

and you didn't get back to me.

Why's that?

I never got your mail.

You sure?

Have you checked your
deleted items folder?

You might have deleted it by accident.

All right, I suggest that you guys rest

or do whatever it is you gotta do

to make sure you're ready
to work on Monday morning.

Or we could start tonight.

Silas, I love your enthusiasm.

Thank you, sir.

Get your shitty nose outta my ass.

Excuse me, sir.

See you guys in a month.

I'm expecting big things.

I'll walk out with you, sir.

I've actually got a few new ideas.

(tense, suspenseful music)

Silas.

(bones crack)

Brown-nose little prick!

I've got that Friday feeling.

I seriously don't feel so good.

You'll be okay, once
you got some girls on you.

Hmm?

Let's get out of here now.

Yeah, I guess.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

[Mikey] Ed?

It's me, Mikey.

Yeah, have you got anything from me?

Kind of.

What do you mean?

Well, I had a look at
the surveillance video,

and, well, you're the only
person that was in the room.

No, that's impossible.

You sure you looked at the right day?

Oh yeah, I'm sure, yeah.

I thought it was a little strange,

so I had a look at the
footage for the whole day,

but that's the only time
that you was in the kitchen.

In the video, your back's to the camera,

but it still looks like you
are talking to somebody.

Then, you make yourself a cup of coffee,

take a sip, you put it
down, and then you leave.

I don't even drink coffee.

Well, as you go to leave, it looks like

you're gonna collapse like
you've gone dizzy, or something.

Look, are you all right Ed?

You looked really sick when I saw you.

Ed?

Ed.

(soft, ominous music)

Have you ever seen something
that wasn't really there?

Or something that nobody
else could see, a person?

You just need to get drunk.

(upbeat music)

You know, you've been
acting weird all day.

And now, with this seeing things shit?

I've got this rash, and
it's really bugging me.

Rash?

It's not--
- I got stung

by something this morning, and
I haven't felt right since.

It must be some kind of reaction to it.

You should get that checked out.

Maybe you're allergic.

You're beginning to sound like Steven.

I'll leave it until tomorrow.

If it's not right then,
I'll go and see a doctor.

I'm sure it's nothing a
few vodkas won't cure.

Style creator, number-one hater

Style creator, number-one hater

Style creator, number-one hater

Style creator, number-one hater

Style creator, number-one hater

Number one hater, Number one hater

So, I heard they kick Snodgrass,

after Tim's last birthday party.

It was at that shit hole
bar around the corner.

Bar Mambo.

Bar Mambo.

I know, wanna know why?

Yeah, go on.

Snodgrass goes in there and
gets shit-faced, as usual.

But I mean the kinda faced
that would put you in a coma.

Yeah.

So always a couple of girls at a table,

drinking a bottle of
champagne, having a nice time,

minding their own business.

Snodgrass goes up to one of
them and starts talking to her.

But she's like.

Fuck off.

Fuck off.

He doesn't take too
kindly to this, however.

Grabs a bottle of her
hand, necks it in one go,

drops his pants, and starts
taking a in the ice bucket.

Now way.
- Seriously, man.

Apparently, when the bouncer came across

to kick him out, he was still shitting.

(Pablo laughs)

So, how you're feeling now?

Yeah, I feel better, yeah.

Here, try some of this.

(Edward coughs)

It tastes like shit.

The worse it tastes, the better it is.

Hm, yeah.

(Edward sniffs)

Hoo.

It's 9:30.

Let's do it.

Style creator, number one hater

(loud, slow trance music)

Try some of that.

Yeah, that's good.

Told you it was here.

I'm gonna take a piss,
I'll see you in there.

(muted, upbeat club music)

Can I help you?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Talk to the lady.

Are you on a guest list?

Yes, we're with Sams and Spruce.

We?

It's Edward Arkham.

I'm here for my friend's birthday.

Hmm.

No, I can't seem to find
your name on my list.

Sorry, there's nothing.

Do you have any girls with you?

No, we're meeting a
bunch of girls inside.

Like I said, we're with Sams and Spruce.

Well, I'm afraid I can't
let you in this evening.

Why not?

You're not on my list.

Are you serious?

Sorry, not tonight.

Hey.
- Hey.

Hey.
- Hey, how ya doin'?

Nice to see you.

Members.

My name is on the list.

Look, you've heard the lady.

Just go somewhere else.

Lemme talk to the manager.

Sorry, the manager is
unavailable at the moment.

You can try again tomorrow.

Why don't you just go home?

(bones crunch) (bouncer shrieks)

Why don't you eat shit and die,

you uneducated imbecile?

Do you realize how pathetic your job is?

Please, let me go.

Standing outside a
door, wearing some cheap,

shitty suit, trying to look important?

Please.

(intense electronic music)

(bones crunch) (bouncer groans)

I'm on the list.

I'm on the fucking list.

What do you say I go through it?

(supervisor screams)

(flesh crunches)

(bouncer chuckles)

Townsend?

(loud, upbeat club music)

Ladies, this is Edward.

Hi.

Ed, have you met Anton?

(hand slaps)

(vomit gurgles)

(tentacles ooze)

(Edward chokes and gargles)

Ed, Ed?

What are you on?

It looked like.

What are you doing here?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I saw you on the bar.

I just thought I'd come over and say hi.

So, how have you been?

You look shitfaced.

That's because I'm shitfaced.

Ed, why do you do it to--

Who are you here with?

Just this guy I've been seeing.

Yeah, what's his name?

Tye, you kind of met
him before, actually.

Are you okay?

Why haven't you called me?

I thought we were gonna be friends.

Hi.

I know it must be a bit awkward

Are you serious?

Ed we talked about this,
why can't you just forget?

I have forgotten about it.

You're the one who keeps emailing me

and sending me messages.

Because you said--

I don't wanna be your friend, all right?

I can't believe you'd be okay with this.

It's not my fault.

Fuck you.

Let's go.

Oh, sorry.

Let me get you a drink.

Watch yourself.

It was an accident.

What are you having?

(Edward pants)

(water splashes)

How are you doing, Ed?

(insect buzzes)

What's happening to me?

Huh, how are you doing this?

Huh?

What have you done to me?

I haven't done anything to you.

(Edward groans)

(Nicholas sighs)

That looks nasty.

You oughta get some cream for that.

Why is this happening to me?

You're the smart one.

A senior software analyst,
looking out for yourself.

I meet you for the first
time in my life this morning.

You start asking me all these questions,

then all this weird stuff
starts happening to me.

And now, this.

This, whatever this is.

Are you saying this is my fault?

You made all the choices.

No one made them for you.

This is all your own creation.

My own creation?

(Nicholas chuckles)

You really have no idea, do you?

(Edward yells)

Ed.

I'm afraid you're fucked.

(Edward screams)

Ed.

Been looking for you everywhere.

What's the matter, Ed?

Ah, not talking to me.

Leaving already?

Very sensible.

(loud, upbeat club music)

Thanks for coming.

Ed.

There you are.

I need another drink

Fuck off, Pablo.

What?

He is totally gone.

Ed?

Ed.

Look, I'm worried about him.

What if he gets mugged or something?

He'll be all right.

Please, go after him.

We can drop him off on the way to mine.

Look, I'll never forgive myself
if something happens to him.

(soft, ominous music)

[Nicholas] Edward.

What?

[Nicholas] Edward.

What?

[Nicholas] Edward.

Shut up.

Shut up.

[Nicholas] Edward.

(intensifying, ominous music)

(voices groan)

(creature groans)

(creature roars)

(loud, distorted music)

(Edward pants)

(soft, tense music)

(creature groans)

(Edward grunts)

Tye.

Tye.

Why'd you come after me?

[Dispatcher] Emergency operator.

Yeah, I need an ambulance.

I'm on St. Marcus's Passage, E1.

Please, please come quickly.

(phone rings)

(tense music)

(Edward pants)

Why'd you come after me?

It's not my fault.

Fuck you.

(suspenseful music)

(Edward pants)

(creature groans)

(Edward screams)

(Edward screams)

(Edward screams)

(Edward laughs)

(tense, distorted, suspenseful music)

(Edward sighs)

(soft, slow music)

Ed?

Ed?

(button clicks)

(bell dings)

(doors rattle)

(elevator rattles)

(soft, tense music)

(metal crunches)

(insects buzz)

(bell dings)

(Edwards groans)

(Edwards screams)

(fire crackles)

(tense, distorted music)

(machine beeps)

(button clicks)

You're awake.

Where am I?

Well, Edward, you've had
quite a nasty knock on the head.

One of your neighbors found you

lying outside your apartment.

What's the last thing you remember?

Nothing.

I can't remember anything.

Do you know what your name is?

I heard you called me Edward.

Yes, you told the paramedics

your name was Edward. When
they resuscitated you.

Resuscitated me?

Let me fetch you a doctor.

(watch clicks)

Time heals all wounds, Edward.

(soft, tense music)

What happened to me?

You received a nasty knock to the head.

But you're gonna be fine.

Who are you?

We've had this conversation before.

Nicholas Lemarchand.

Your hand, it's freezing.

I'm Dr. Rathkin, by the way.

.I've been treating Edward for some time.

Is he okay?

He suffered a minor skull
fracture due to a heavy fall.

He has a concussion, but he
should make a full recovery.

He was in an awful state when
he arrived, very distressed.

Mumbling about some sort of rash

that had apparently
spread across his body.

Ed.

You look like shit.

Why do you torture
yourself like this, Ed?

Yes, his condition seems to have

deteriorated quite significantly.

You remember me?

I remember.

Steven.

We're here for you, Ed.

We're not going anywhere.

At our last session,
Edward exhibited symptoms

indicating a kind of psychosis.

As far as I can ascertain,

Edward has a form of
paranoid schizophrenia.

Half an hour to get a bloody sandwich.

This calculator is mine.

You know what brought it on?

Laura?

[Dr. Rathkin] Some people just crack

under the strains of life.

Edward came home one night
to find his girlfriend

in a compromising situation,

and that was enough to
push him over the edge.

Alcohol and illegal substances

didn't exactly help his mental stability.

[Pablo] I've got something
that will get you in the mood.

Try some of that.

[Doctor] Presumably, he's on medication.

Oh yes, indeed.

I had him on antipsychotics.

But when I saw him on Tuesday,

he accused me of trying to poison him,

said that he hadn't been
taking his medication.

I suspect he's been off
them for some time now.

Edward, you need to make a decision.

We can help you make it.

But you need to stay with us.

(Edward shouts)

(wings flutter) (Edward yells)

(loud, suspenseful music)

(machine blares)

(insect buzzes)

Going into cardiac rest.

Get a defibrillator in here, now.

Clear.
- Clear.

Clear. (body thuds)

Clear.

[Nurse] Nothing, again.

[Doctor] Clear.

(machine beeps)
(heartbeat thumps)

(insect buzzes)

[Nicholas] I have a
feeling we're gonna be seeing

a lot more of each other.

(intense club music)

It's a dangerous place

And you'll know how to behave

He killed her heart

She took his soul

On the subject of cutting

It all feels numb

When you can't was off the smell

You really don't want to live

You really just want to

You really just want to

So much blood

So much blood

So much blood

So much blood

Too much blood

Too much blood

Where'd you get your delusions from

One, two, three, four

Where'd you get your delusions from

Where'd you get your delusions from

Blood in my eyes

I've got blood in my eyes

I've got blood in my eyes

I've got

Blood in my eyes

Blood in my eyes

I've got blood in my eyes

I've got blood in my eyes

Reconstructive surgery

You can specify how old you want to be

Snake heads

Snake heads

They're just snake heads

They're gonna get chopped off anyway

When men start mutilating
their favorite girls

Then something scary has
been let loose among us

I feel like an explosion,
the smoke, the sheet

Indescribable

Too much blood

Where'd you get your delusions from

Where'd you get your delusions from

Come on

Where'd you get your delusions from

Where'd you get your delusions from

Blood in my eyes

I've got blood in my eyes

I've got blood in my eyes

I've got