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CBR900RR

The original sinner.

[ELISE GASPS]

[WHISPERS]
I can't move.

Why can't I move?

Please, talk to me.

[SIGHS]

[INDISTINCT SCREAMING]

[INDISTINCT SCREAMING]
[LAUGHING]

MAN 1: Somebody get us
out of here... Shut up!

MAN 1: Help!
Please, help.

[SOBBING]

[CRYING] Please.

[INDISTINCT CRIES FOR HELP]

Aah.

Hmm. Hmm.

[GRUNTS]

You should try this.

Don't hurt me.

You have to try it.
Yeah.[COUGHS]

What's your name?

Elise.

Elise.

You're gonna rape
and murder me, aren't you?

I don't sell
damaged goods.

I used to raise plants.

Can you guess
what kind?

Hmm?

Venus fly traps.

I was
a different kind of...

farmer, back then.

You gotta watch
when they flower.

Flowers drain energy.

They weaken the plant.

You have to nip
the flower

as soon as they start to grow.
[SQUISHING]

If you don't stop
the growing,

you run the risk of weakening
the rest of the plant.

ELISE: [BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

Hey.

Hey! You don't have
to worry about them.

You're not going
where they're going.

You're going to
a much better place.

Where?

To the farm.
Believe me.

It's a much better place
than where they're going.

[INDISTINCT SCREAMING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

VOICE OVER P.A: Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

SIEG: They will fall to the last up
there. Follow the yellow line.

We will fall
and rise.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING
IN DISTANCE]

Time to die.

[MEN SHOUTING IN BACKGROUND]

[GUNSHOTS]

Here.

Here.

Listen to me.

My gun.

[OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOT]

This is our end game.

We had to play
this through, Agent Boon.

The whole time.

[GRUNTS]

You want me alive.

[GUNSHOT]

VOICE OVER P.A: Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

You had me wondering right up until
you fired the shot, Agent Boon.

WOMAN: Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

I healed nicely, don't you think?
[PATS LEG]

Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

There's no woman here
to warm your bed, Sieg.

Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

I will fuck you
in hell.

Follow the yellow line.
Do not deviate.

WOMAN OVER P.A.: Should you wish to terminate before processing.

Agent Boon.

Welcome to Death House.

It's good to see you
again, Captain Galan.

Victor. You earned
the right to call me that.

Some place.

Does it live up
to what you studied?

Ask me again
in 12 hours.

Dr. Fletcher,

meet Agent Boon.

Agent Boon.

Dr. Fletcher, ma'am,

I don't know whether to shake
your hand or to kneel...

Knock knock. Agent Novak.
Good to see you again.

Likewise, sir.

Hi.

Dr. Fletcher.

Agent Novak.

No, Dr. Redmane?

Oh, you'll meet.

Right now,
meet your fellow graduate,

Agent Toria Boon.

You should have
a lot in common.

Your Honors request,
is first order.

What is this?

Your Honors request.

WOMAN: Containment shield
lowered.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[RHYTHMIC BANG]

Jesus Christ.

Mom.

[GRUNTS]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

You son of a bitch!

[THUDS]

Ah!

[THUDS]

Free them.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SCREAMS]

[RATTLES CHAINSAW]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Who is she?

Alma Lin Kinny.

The press named her,
"Leatherlace."

She killed and skinned her victims

with the help of her lover,
whom she eventually killed.

[RATTLING CHAINSAW][SCREAMS]

The video footage
is hers.

They found hundreds of hours in
her apartment after her arrest.

Am I seeing your and Dr. Redmane's
tabula rasa research?

Part of it.

God, I don't want to go!

Ugh!

She's been listening to that audio
feed for the last 200 days.

LEATHERLACE: No! I can't do it.
I can't.

We then used
our classified compound

to ensure
total mind erasure.

Some people here
call it, milk of amnesia.

The hologram footage on her tube is her father.

It's part of her mental reformat. As she feared him.

It's like
Clockwork Orange.Mmm-hmm.

We can reprogram
all new memories,

erase them
and put new ones in.

Textbook case, really.

[SCOFFS] Yeah.

Our goal

is to eradicate evil.

And at long last,
Dr. Karen Redmane.

Hello. Doctor, Agent Boon.

Great to meet you.

Wow, I've read your work
for years.

There'll be a quiz
following the tour.[NERVOUSLY] Yeah?

I trust Dr. Fletcher
has been helpful

and charming.

They're all paralyzed
with curare,

and fed a steady drip of
barbiturates through one arm

and amphetamine and LSD
through the other.

The mix creates
a brain flush.

But, much like
panning for gold,

yields nuggets of truth.

So, you do the scrubbing,

and you do
the actual laundry.

Girl power.

Some are dosed
with just LSD,

while others are subjected
to electroshock,

sensory deprivation...

all to break down
the subject's personality,

which can then be replaced...

Transhumanism.

Mental illness
is contagious.

Sick people spread sickness
by art, writing, words.

There is no coincidence
in the rise of social media

and the rise
of social violence.

I rest my case.

Like the old backmasking.

You know, hand the devil by playing
a record backwards, kind of shit.

That was proven
in the Nazi era,

And the Jim Jones
halt in Guyana.Ah...

Which was preempted by
congressman Ryan's inspection.

Well, we're not fans of
congressional oversight here.

I see.

What a nice sig
to our next stop.

You'll all be meeting
again.

Until then. I look forward to it.

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll talk more.

Yes.

AGENT BOON: Yes,
Dr. Fletcher, I'm on my way.

FLETCHER: This is your virtual
tour, take it at your own pace.

I will be available
for questions.

WOMAN: K.O Complex East, Death House.

Begin virtual tour.

The Death House,
established in 1954,

under the Eisenhower
administration,

was created in the wake
of operation paperclip.

This facility serves as a federal
maximum security prison,

Medical, psychological and para
psychological research center.

There are nine levels.

With the first dedicated
to prisoner intake

and minimum
security confinement.

The ninth and final level is
reserved for the five evils.

One mile into the earth.

Prisoners are confined
to virtual environments

that recreate environments
before confinement,

to preserve their natural
surroundings for study.

Each containment cell is fed a chronic gas mixture,

to keep the prisoners
amenable

to the virtual illusions
around them.

Agent Jae Tinyn Novak,

32 years of age.

Honors request granted.

Final advancement scenario:
108-19-83

Agent Toria Lex Boon,

32 years of age.

Honors request granted.

Final advancement scenario: 0917-1967

[GUNSHOT]

Now you both know why
you made it this far.

The ninth level is reserved
entirely for the five evils,

and is also
the most heavily secured.

Hirace Giger,
former Nazi-head

of Adolf Hitler's
resurrection program.

Captured June 13th, 1945.

Extradited to
the United States

to avoid
Soviet acquirement.

Actual age: unknown.

Number of victims:
undetermined.

Balthoria. Full birth name:
Unknown.

Date of intake:
December 17, 1966.

Age: Undetermined.

Number of victims:
Undetermined.

Hemophile.

Alexi Nela.
Age: Undetermined.

Deported to United States
in 1994

under U.S.-Russian
Psy exchange.

Cannibal, necromancer.

Connected to deaths
of over 700 children.

700 kids?

Crau. Age: Unknown.

Bioweapon, U.S. origin.

Apprehended South America,

October 8, 1983.

Victim count: Unverifiable.

Intelligence: Incalculable.

Thile. Age: Unknown.

Expertise in satanic arts.

Known for crucifixion and for
turning victims inside out.

Number of victims:
Unknown.

Predominant number
of victims: Female.

Apprehended: 1984

[WOMAN CRYING]

Even in this sunlight,
I can see your eyes boy.

Come a little closer.
Have a look.

You can see me?

[LAUGHS] You were in my
cell because of technology.

This is a great time
to be alive, innit boy?

So...

[GRUNTS]

So,

the real question
here is,

why are they
showing you me?

You like this?

You like to
see it like this?

To get your gun hard?

Or maybe it's the guy that
does it for you. Maybe both.

What the fuck is this?

They blamed your kid
brother for this.

Sent him to camp, right?

When I heard
you were coming here,

I asked for this moment.

Confession if you will.

Do you pray, boy?

I'm not really sure
why I do.

Maybe more for them
than me.

I don't even know
if there's a soul.

I know there's gotta be
something.

Something more...

Just don't know what.

You've got your blood and
tissue, and all that goes away.

But, I think, perhaps,

there is something more.

Yeah.

Perhaps there is.
[LAUGHS]

They've got some surprises waiting
for you and your girl, here.

They were video glitches.

We've been having
technical difficulties.

Those people... victims, in
those cells, who are they?

You know, I think we've covered
enough for the first session.

Why don't you two
take a break?

MAN: Yeah, I pretty much live here.

I mean, I did 73 hours
last week.

By the way, did you guys fix
that power issue inside or what?

[DOG HOWLING]

Mitchell...

are you guys seeing this?

Looks like we have a bloody
rag here on the barbwire.

[DOG CONTINUES HOWLING]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[RUMMAGING IN BIN]

I think we have skunks
in the dumpster again.

[DOG CONTINUES HOWLING
AND BARKING]

Central...

Central, come in.

[RUMMAGING CONTINUES]

Jesus Christ.

[ROARS]

[STAB][GRUNTS]

[GROWLS]

Yeah!

So...

They let you kill the guy who
killed your mother, huh?

It was my Honors request.

I took the lives
of two innocent people.

I earned it.

Okay.

What was your Honors request
for slitting those throats?

Let me ask you something.

Do you ever get
deja vu coming in here?

We're the best of the best
of our class.

Do you really believe that?

I think you do.

Yeah.

What do your birds mean?

I drew 'em.

11 birds...

but I can't remember.

And the girl?

Same thing.

But I don't know why.

I'm the same way.
I don't know.

It's odd... I

don't remember where...
how I got them... why?

Marigold... the name...

It means something. I can
see it in my dreams, but...

I don't know
what it is.

Do you remember
anybody from my class?

Like fuckin'
facebook friends?

Like, any of that kind of shit?

You're askin' me
if I'm single?

I wouldn't care
if you weren't.

My point is.

I don't remember
anyone.

Not one person.

Well,

like you said, "We're
the best of the best."

Holy Christ.

What the hell happened?
What the...

K.O complex, East,
Death House.

Begin virtual tour.

I love being an avatar.

One of the perks
of the job.

REDMANE:
He will be conditioned.

Mind erased.

Reformatted with
proper morals, compassion,

and obedience
for the law.

You will become transhuman.

Better than human,

once the physical
conditioning is completed,

or as you put it,
"The laundry."

What's the difference between
transhumanism and brainwashing?

Well, it's a different
process entirely.

And we don't have
an agenda.

We instill morality.

Morality? [SCOFFS]

Principles concerning the
distinction between good or bad

and, right and wrong.

Whose morality?

I mean, I slit
some fucker's throat.

Am I a candidate
for transhumanism?

AGENT BOON: Well, what about me?

I killed a man
for revenge.

I executed a mother and her
son in the line of duty.

The agent,
who brought Sieg to us,

she did the good thing.

Don't let these
experiments confuse you,

or make you feel otherwise.

We're excising
a moral cancer.

Did Sieg ever mention
Death House to you?

Ever any talk
of the five evils?

AGENT BOON: How do we even know
if any of this is real?

What if this is all
one giant VR program?

[MACHINE HISSES]

Dr. Redmane will show you
wardrobe to start the tour.

I'll meet you after.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Bennett, good afternoon. Ah, hey!

Welcome to central casting.

This is special Agents
Boon and Novak.

Nice to meet you,
Boon and Novak.

Let me introduce you
to my partners in crime.

Please, doctors
join us.

Dr. Angela Freeman,
Dr. Logan Harrison.

Hi, nice to meet you.

We would love
a behind the scenes tour.

Ah! A little movie magic.

Right this way.

I like to equate
all this to... Excuse me.

Looking down on
an ant hill, okay?

It looks like chaos.

Quite frankly, sometimes
it feels like chaos.

But each ant
has its own job,

and knows exactly
what to do.

Everything is recreated
down to the final detail.

We choose our subjects
according to

facial structure, body weight,
eye color, even scent.

What kind of scents?

Hair, cosmetic,
body odor, feminine odor...

Whatever can trigger the
behavior of the prisoners.

Each intake is selected for their
resemblance to a victim profile.

As Dr. Logan indicated,

we dress them,
we style their hair.

Sometimes, we even fix prosthetics
to trigger the proper responses.

Check this out.
[CLAPS]

Every single person in this room has
taken a shot of milk of amnesia.

What we have here
is very unique.

We have the ability
to tailor our victims

right to
the prisoner profiles,

and get full accessibility
to their personality profiles,

as well as
brainwave mapping.

Our inmates are studied

on an almost
cellular level.

The information is
compiled into what will be

the greatest criminal
database ever created.

Let me show you.

We have breast size,
body type.

We fit the victim
to the prisoner.

And as you can see the
results are very impressive.

Look, I know
how this seems,

but this really
is a service.

Okay?

All these people
out there...

they would have
died anyway.

At least here,

they get their 15 minutes.

Assuming they live that long.
[CHUCKLES]

[EXHALES]
Now, all jokes aside,

I'm genuinely proud
of this staff

of make-up artists
and designers.

We should win a few Oscars
in all seriousness.

Do you realize,
our set decorators work

with computer
programmed designers,

to recreate everything
down to the finest detail?

We have a
"night stand girl."

That's right.

One girl, one job,
dress night stands.

She gets
the perfect picture,

the perfect lamps,
the perfect tissue boxes.

Also, the setting
looks as close

to perfect
as we can get.

It was spot on.

What about the ones
who aren't cast?

Not my department.

What happens to them?

Well, they're routed to other areas
and used for other purposes.

Nothing gets wasted
here.

Yeah, not everyone brought
in here is a victim.

I mean,
others are studied in...

different ways.

Anyway, before I bring
you back to Dr. Fletcher,

there's three very interesting
guys I'd like you to meet.

They're kind of
my pet projects.

Dr. Bennett, thank you so much.
This was wonderful.

No, you're wonderful.[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Thank you.

Erm.

The, umm,
homeless woman

that was selected
for your Honor killing

was done so because of her
resemblance to your mother.

She fits Cal Ness's profile.

Right.Yeah.

All right, let's go.

Novak!

Don't cut the shirt.

That's the only thing
holding him together.

These

are the three Satans.

We found three prisoners
who hold delusions.

That one is Satan,

one created Satan,

and one is
the son of Satan.

What are the chances
of that?

Pretty good, actually.

[SCOFFS]

You might be right.

In any case, I borrowed a C.I.A.
playbook from the '60s,

wondering if these three
held together,

would somehow cancel each other
out and cure their delusions.

And?

They're still
batshit crazy...

[CHUCKLES]...for now.

Hey, you wanna meet them?

Yeah. It's perfectly safe

and so entertaining.

Come on,
I love these guys.

Princes of darkness...

I brought you
some visitors.

These are special Agents,
Boon and Novak.

They're undergoing
final training,

and they wanted
to meet you.

I am Satan.

My straight name is
Arthur Channing Brai.

I created Satan.

I have other names,
but they like this one.

I am Satan.

AKA Michael Devon.

You might recall that
Mr. Devon renovated

an entire three
storey home in Iowa,

into a torture chamber.

He's not Satan.

Satan, 2.0 then?

This handsome devil

is Tyler Campian.

The true son of Satan.

Tyler had a promising career

as an illusionist
and escape artist.

Another David Blaine
or Houdini.

That all ended when he gutted...
his mother,

his sister,

and his grandfather.

And stuffed them
full of rosary beads,

before crucifying them
on a church yard.

He then went on to

kill a nursery
of infants of a hospital,

in a search
for the "Christ child."

No one knows
how he avoided detection.

You took my mask.

Mmm-hmm.

He's talking about his mask he
used when he was a performer.

And I'm going to
keep it too,

until you drop this one.

If you're Satan,

why don't you make
those restraints disappear?

Much too vulgar
a display of power.

Well played,
I like that.

I know who I am.

I am Satan.

The AntiChrist.

The beast.

And if I wasn't, I wouldn't lay
claim to anything of the sort.

I know this house
is insane.

And I know that
you have to be careful.

Oh, Mr. Devon, please.

Your rash generalization that
everyone in an insane asylum

is necessarily insane,
is highly insulting.

There are people here
who are not insane.

Those two aren't.

Each person is a temple.

Please respect that.

It's not what you
take with you,

it's what you leave behind.

Excuse me?

Hell...

isn't a word,

it's a sentence.

[SHOUTS] She has to understand
what's going on in here--

[TASER BUZZING][SCREAMS]
I am Satan!

The beast!

And the Creator!

If that's true,

why do you think I brought
you all here together?

Electronic voodoo?

Brainwashing?

You really should be
more inquisitive as to

why these two
were brought here.

You think they're on
your side.

Isn't the devil
a master of lies?

[CHAINS RATTLING]
You fucking bitch!

You took my mask!
[REDMANE SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

You... You fu...

[SCREAMS]

Solitary!

[MACHINE BEEPING]

ELEVATOR: Going down.
Ninth level.

There are some
specific personalities

dangerous to
a healthy society.

The passive individual, the one who's
afraid to say what they think.

They stand for everything
and they stand for nothing.

Like the bureaucrats
behind the holocaust.

They personified
the banality of evil

that exterminated millions.

There is a possessive type.

Filled with jealousy,
demanding loyalty.

This type, poses a direct
threat to children.

We're getting an electronic
signal inside of him.

The insecure ones,

mediocrity is their standard.

Afraid to live,
scared to die, they

lived by the dictates
of society.

And they're dangerous
for their need and lust

to have authority
over them.

[MONITOR FLATLINES]

[STAMMERS]
What did they do?

Did they shove his radio
up his ass?

The last type
is a psychopath.

This type is
the most dangerous

during times of social
and political upheaval.

I think I've got
whatever it is.

Here it comes. Here it comes!
Here it comes!

[GROANS]

[POWER STOPS]

WOMAN OVER P.A:
60 minutes auxiliary power.

Containment cell breach.
Red alert.[ALARM BLARING]

60 minutes auxiliary power.

Containment cell breach.
Red alert.

60 minutes auxiliary power.

No, main line
is all we got.

Fuck no!

We expect EMP's
from outside.

We're on batteries.

Facility-wide power outage.

AGENT NOVAK: How do you
know that?

When that light comes on,
we're in total blackout.

A power failure?

A place like this can
have a fucking power failure?

We were shut down.

By whom?

I think we stopped
below level four.

Are your phones
working?

Nope.

WOMAN OVER P.A: Containment cell breach.
Red alert.

We need

to get this piece of shit
back into storage.

How do we detach him
from this shit?

Containment cell breach.
Red alert.

Can't that kill him?

[MACHINE HISSES]

Containment cell breach.
Red alert.

Vacate premises.

You guys didn't plan on
anything like this happening?

[SCOFFS]
Agent Novak,

in 1997, the military
built a stealth bomber

for two billion that
couldn't fly in the rain.

This facility was
a record 3.2 billion

and cost 5 million
a year to maintain,

so, yes,
we have a few flaws.

This place has to be like NORAD.

So far down that an external
EMP hit wouldn't do anything.

Shield it.

Well, apparently, no one
thought of an interior attack.

What's the exit strategy?

Well, we have an hour of
battery with generator backup,

but we're not moving and I don't
hear the generators, so...

Why isn't the elevator
on backup?

In a situation like this, all
the focus is on containment.

If we lose all the power,
the shields go down,

the gas stops and everyone
comes out of their fog.

Well, then, there should
be a kill switch.

I mean, you've got gas
flowing everywhere.

Don't you have something
special lined up

to kill everybody
inside this fucking hellhole,

in case there's
a doomsday scenario?

We have one.

But we're pretty insulated
in here for right now.

They'll be looking for
an escape, not for us.

The ones below
are going to decide

that this shaft
is a shortcut to the top.

What about the five evils?

When we get
power back on,

we'll get you
to a medic,

and get those taken out.

Are you just going to stand there?
Help me.

[SCREAMS]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[EXHALES]

[ROARING]

Jesus Christ,
is that below us?

A design flaw
got us in here,

there's gotta be
one to get us out,

if not, we get to
the kill switch.

FLETCHER: We have a two man rule

to prevent any single person
from activating the death gas.

If power isn't restored
within the hour,

the commanding officer will order
two officers to activate the gas.

The ninth level
is different.

The gas doesn't reach
that far?

It reaches...
it won't work.

[ALARM BLARING]

VOICE OVER PA: Facility sealed.

Facility sealed.

Facility sealed.

[ALARM BLARING]

[CLOCK TICKING LOUD]

MAN: Fucking die!

Containment force shield breach imminent.

All staff vacate premises.

Containment for shield breach imminent.

All staff vacate premises.

Shock one... Tango.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

GUARD: Where the hell
is the gas?

GUARD: That's it.
Here we go people.

Can't see them.
Where the fuck are they?

[GUNSHOTS]

Deploy shields.

[RAPID FIRING]

[GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[INMATES SHOUTING]

PRISONER: Yeah, yeah!

They're out.

PRISONER: Listen.

Listen to me.

[GROANS]

[THUDS]

[ALL SCREAMING]

[ALL CONTINUE SHOUTING]

[SHOUTING STOPS]

[EXHALES]

So, would anybody else
like to try?

Huh? Anyone?

I didn't think so.

We all know what lies at
the bottom of this place.

We all know "they"
are down there.

The way out
is not that way.

It's down, to them

with me.

I'm new here.

Fresh fish.

Isn't there a rule about

taking on the biggest guy in
the prison to send a message?

[GRUNTS]
[CHOKES]

[GRUNTS]

I will follow you to hell.

Just the place I'm going.

[UNLATCHES]

Come with me
if you want to live.

Do you ever take
your job seriously?

Oh, come on, I gotta lighten
the mood a little bit.

[AGENT BOON GRUNTS]

AGENT NOVAK: Dr. Fletcher...

FLETCHER: Great. Pull.
Pull.

Thank you.
[SIGHS]

AGENT NOVAK: Well...

Only two lights here.

That, and them.

[FLETCHER PANTING]

Oh, and this.
[CLICKS OPEN LIGHTER]

[DISTANT EXPLOSION][SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOTS]

AGENT NOVAK: You better know
your way around this place.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

What am I looking for?

FLETCHER: Doors.

Thanks.

I highly doubt we're going to
be better off on any floor.

[ROPE TIGHTENING]

[AGENT NOVAK GRUNTS]

If they see him,
we're done.

MAN: Whoo-hoo!
Here's Johnny!

[GRUNTS]

PRISONER: Don't worry, we're
going to have fun right now.

Come here, little guy.

[GRUNTS]

Damn it, you smell good.
What is that lavender?

Goddamn, you smell...

[LAUGHS WHIMSICALLY]
Up kitty!

[GRUNTS]

So cute when you're mad.

[GROANS]

[PRISONER LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

Oh, yeah.

Well, the harder you fight me,

the harder I get.
[LAUGHS]

My turn, bitch.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

PRISONER: Whoo!

I'm tellin' you,
I think I'm in love.

I know you felt it too.

You special.

I'm not sharing you
with nobody.

I don't care
how many secrets I get.

Don't go looking in my room, with my own
comfort. You ain't going nowhere, bitch.

Come on!
You fuckin' want it?

You want it, too?
You'll get it motherfucker!

I'm going take
these fucking pants off.

[NOVAK GRUNTS]

I'm gonna fuck you so hard.
[SCREAMS]

[DISTANT SCREAMING]

[PANTING]

AGENT BOON: Oh, God.
Check these bodies.

Flashlights, guns...

You think
the batteries will work.

AGENT NOVAK: They should.
[AGENT BOON BANGING TORCH]

I can't see anything.

Oh, my God.

Shit!

Oh, my God!
AGENT NOVAK: How many
inmates are on this level?

DR. FLETCHER: 39 after him.

But maybe less.
It's so hard to tell.

But there're labs
we can use for shelter.

AGENT NOVAK: Shelter?

We gotta find a way up...
AGENT BOON: Shh!

We forgot to close
the elevator shaft.[COCKS GUN]

Fucking run!

AGENT NOVAK: Go!

AGENT NOVAK: Run!

[SCREAMS]

You want penetration?

AGENT NOVAK: Move!

[GUNSHOTS]

SIEG: Listen to me.

Listen.
AGENT BOON: Oh, God!

AGENT NOVAK: Clear.

[ALL BREATHING HEAVILY]

AGENT NOVAK: We gotta stop.
DR. FLETCHER: Go on.

DR. FLETCHER: Okay, the stairs
go to more cells.

This way leads to
the experimental chambers.

[PANTS]

AGENT NOVAK:
What's the difference?

DR. FLETCHER: Less run-ins.
AGENT BOON: Where are the guards?

AGENT BOON: Alive or dead?
AGENT NOVAK: They fuckin' ate 'em.

[DR. FLETCHER PANTING]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

DR. FLETCHER: They're going to
BE on us soon.

You know something?

I know everything, Novak.

DR. FLETCHER: Get it together.

DR. FLETCHER: Christ.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

MAN: [WHISPERS] Come down and eat with us.
[LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY]

DR. FLETCHER: Let's go. Move it!
Move it! Go!

[EATING]

AGENT BOON: What the fuck?

[AGENT NOVAK COUGHS]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

AGENT NOVAK: Where? There.

DR. FLETCHER:
Okay, we're going in.

We have no choice.

Novak, get the door!

[DOOR BANGS]

DR. FLETCHER: Keep the lights
low. Stay by this door.

I know this cell.

MAN: [WHISPERS]
We no longer wish to be here.

AGENT BOON: Are we alone?
[EXHALES]

DR. FLETCHER: Don't come closer,
or I'll take you out of here.

There should be
nine of them.

AGENT NOVAK: Nine of what?

DR. FLETCHER:
Prisoners and homeless.

We have yet to explain
what happened in here.

AGENT NOVAK: Fuck that.

DR. FLETCHER: Novak!

[SHRIEKS]

[CRUNCH]

We no longer
wish to be freed.

How are they still alive?

We don't know.

[CONTINUES SCREAMING]

We stay in here until they've
lost interest out there.

Redmane!

PRISONER: Stop.

Wait here.

[BANG]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

So many things
I want to do to you.

There's no time.

Like rape and kill me?

Very original.

You really are a legend
in your own mind, Doctor.

[GROANS]

Is this the third one?
REDMANE: Yeah.

He's the one you want.

Get up.

Here's his mask.

SIEG: Hmm.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[SCREAMS]

We no longer
wish to be freed. We can't just sit here.

AGENT BOON:
We need to get out of here.

Clear the door.

Clear.

You sure you can do this?

You've earned your mask.

[DR. FLETCHER PANTING]

DR. FLETCHER:
Homeless, kept in storage.

AGENT NOVAK: What does this have
to do with the kill switch?

[ALL PANTING]

DR. FLETCHER: The kill switch
is a gas

that disables
the immune systems,

allowing your own body's
bacteria to eat you alive

which results in this.

No human remains.

AGENT BOON: Why does this
only happen to some of them?

DR. FLETCHER: If we can target one,

We can target
the whole facility.

AGENT BOON: Even through intake?

[DOOR OPENS]

[AGENT NOVAK BREATHING HEAVILY]

Whoo! [WOMAN LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY]
[GRUNTS]

SIEG: All in the name of science.

[CHAINS RATTLING]

PRISONER: How are we going to
get them up there? No power.

SIEG: Hook 'em anyway.
We'll string 'em by hand.

[GROANS]

No drugs for you.

You get the full experience.

[CHAINS RATTLING]

[WOMAN GROANING]

There.

[BANG]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[THUDS]

SIEG: We got us a lab coat.

PRISONER: What about the others?

SIEG: Fuck 'em.

We got somewhere to be.

Freedom.
[ALL TOGETHER] Freedom!

[WOMAN LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY]

[DOOR CLOSES]

She's coming.
She's gone.

NOVAK: [PANTING]
We gotta see.

I think they're going
down in them.

[GRUNTS]

[SOFT THUD]

[PANTING]

Dr. Fletcher?

AGENT NOVAK: Dr. Fletcher...

The kill switch?

DR. FLETCHER: Ask them. AGENT BOON: Ask who?

[DR. FLETCHER GROANS]
AGENT BOON: No, no!

[AGENT NOVAK PANTING]

Come on, get up.

[INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

AGENT BOON: They're
opening the side doors.

AGENT NOVAK: Only way
up is down. Is this your plan?

AGENT BOON: Free fall,
drop to the bottom? Drop and shoot.

Is that the best you got?

[GRUNTS]

Get your hand wrapped up.

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey... It's okay.

AGENT BOON: It's bad. Oh, shit.

Fuck it, I'm fine.
I'm fine. All right.

What do we do
when we get to them?

I don't think they're
capable of mercy.

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[RANDOM WHISPERS]

There they are.

They're right there.

AGENT NOVAK: Let's go.

[WHISPERS CONTINUE]

I am God,

the great and terrible.

SIEG: Stay with me.

We're almost there.

Not that easy.

You've come for us.

We have always
been with you.

What do you want?

We want to get
the fuck out of here.

Figured you were
our best bet.

Why didn't you just pray?

Do not pray to us.

Do you believe

that we give you a better
chance at being saved than God?

You shot yourself.

You freed me.

God is a supreme sadist.

Evil is God's lie

to maintain slavish
obedience and conformity.

We are the messengers
of freedom

from a vain, selfish,
irrational God.

You have no idea, the
atrocities you committed.

Only they would wipe them
with their programs.

They trained you.

They made you
into their slaves.

We are here
to free you.

You are here
to free us.

I never saw you. But you have.

They selected the
memories that you carry.

We let you see
through the fog.

GIGER: You're part of
a brave new world now.

There is no evil.

Evil faces extinction.

Well, what about him?

We just gave him
what he asked for.

He wanted you to know.

Read...

Tell us what you see.

Take me.

[GROANS]

I will see you soon.

[SCREAMS]

What you see in this facility
is not contained here.

There are other
Death Houses.

They threaten
both good and evil.

How?

Technology is the new God.

Software is the new dogma.

Their using it
to try and create a race.

It is neither good
nor evil.

It will just be.

The world needs us.

We need to be freed
into it.

You need to pursue us.

Every killer secretly
wants to be caught.

Without us,
there is no evil.

Without evil
there is no good.

True hell is nothingness.

SIEG: Stay.

[ELECTRICITY BUZZES]

[ELECTRICITY BUZZES]

[ALL CHEERING]

[SHOCKS]

We were imprisoned here,

because we are a threat
to the likes of Dr. Fletcher.

People who think that humans can
be transcended above their flaws,

above good and evil.

The universe
was not designed for that.

My crimes have never
been deemed acceptable.

Yet, what you saw out there,

children being used
and abused

for the sake of progress

that transcends evil,

disguised as good.

Sieg.

You know my name.

I followed all of you.

I've connected with what
has made you immortal.

I've had communion with the power...
I've studied.

You followed!

Yes, everything.

Now, I'm one of you.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

You hear that?

I brought them here.

They followed me here,

knowing how long
you've been imprisoned.

You were always
a part of our plan.

What plan?

Our escape plan.

I am your servant.

I've learnt so much.

We know you.

We studied you
while we slept.

You disgust us.

Listen. Listen to me!

I am immortal.

Really?

[HISSING]

[ALL COUGHING]

[CHOKING]

[ALL COUGHING]

See?

[SCREAMING]

GIGER: A clean slate...

free from original sin.

Welcome to the world, boy.

[AGENT NOVAK GASPS]

[COUGHS]

VOICE OVER P.A:
Facility back online.

AGENT BOON: Novak?

[BOTH PANTING]

[SIGHS]

What now?

We go find him.

Bring him back.

We reboot the game.

We don't even know
what we are.

Who we are...

Let's go find out.

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

[SCOFFS]

Work to do.

What's your name, sweety?

[SOBS]
My name is Linz.Linz.

Well, Linz,
welcome to the farm.

[CONTINUES SOBBING]

[METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, Hana,
I got the stuff.

Oh, shit.
I got the wrong box.

All I got was this mask.

Can you use this?

[METAL MUSIC PLAYING]