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He's not going to be happy.

Don't worry about that, I can handle Mr. Travis.

There are just a few things you need to be aware of.

What are they?

Well, you know how billionaire geniuses

tend to be eccentric.

Not from personal experience, but I'll use

it as an operating principle.

Well, if there happens to be a dwarf or a clown in there,

don't be alarmed.

Dwarf or clown.

Okay.

And don't be surprised if there are some girls

playing music in a cage.

They're his private rock band.

They're pretty talented, actually.

So why are they in a cage?

Oh, and don't be surprised at the mask.

The mask?

Yes, Mr. Travis always wears a mask.

Why?

Well, if you feel inclined, you can ask him.

Is that you Cindy darling?

Yes, Mr. Travis.

Ms. Agami, Mr. Loftus, please come in.

Thank you.

Nice to see you again Ms. Agami.

Nice to see you, Mr. Mascaro.

I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

Don't!

I'm not a dog you know.

Yeah, sorry.

How're you doin' girls?

Hey girls.

How're you doin'?

Hi Ms. Agami.

Don't fuck with me you bitch.

How you doin' Razor Baby, Cotton Baby, Black Baby?

Shirley.

Good morning Ms. Agami.

I do believe Mr. Travis has a little surprise for you.

Oh Shirley, I don't think Mr. Travis can

surprise me anymore.

I betcha he can.

Please, don't let me interrupt you crazy kids.

When do they start biting the heads off chickens?

You think they don't?

Cindy my dear, come on over here and bring

your charming young friend.

This way please.

It's good to see you again, Mr. Travis.

I detect a note of irony in your voice,

Cindy dear.

Howard isn't it?

Don't worry, I won't ask you to shake.

Please.

These are my new, oh one moment please.

Hylas, my boy.

Some music.

Selection number three, I think.

Number three!

Play, play!

♪ Die baby, die

♪ You're about to go when

♪ You don't even know it

♪ Die baby, die

As I was saying, these are

my latest acquisitions.

Some dolls.

Have a look.

My, how racist.

It's surprising how even rudeness

can be pleasant coming from an attractive woman.

I am of course racist, but an equal opportunity one.

It's charming.

It's strange but they look very familiar.

Do they?

Well enough of this.

Etiquette requires some polite conversation before

getting down to business.

Said obligation has, I think, been discharged.

I must now inform you that I am extremely displeased.

I do not like reading about myself in the papers,

especially when my name is coupled with

the phrase billion dollar loss.

If you wanna blame someone, blame the judge,

blame the federal prosecutor.

I make no excuses.

I accept none.

As for the judge and the prosecutor have no worries.

As a good business man, I always balance my books, always.

Mr. Travis sir, I can understand how upset...

Really?

And how could you understand?

Have you ever lost a billion dollars to the ineptitude

of a pair of overpriced shysters?

Please don't answer, it's a rhetorical question.

That's not at all fair.

Indeed.

Well, no one ever claimed that life was fair.

And certainly no one ever claimed that I was.

What the hell?

Mr. Travis, what do you think you're doing?

Your failure compels me to take direct action

to remedy this dire situation.

You leave me no choice.

This is crazy.

Let us out of these things.

Three competitors are responsible

for this situation.

Don't know that.

No, you don't know it, I do.

Mercy Shaw, George Warbeck,

and most importantly, Harrison Yulin.

Through their devious and underhanded imaginations

they have orchestrated this financial catastrophe,

this veritable holocaust of corporate destruction.

Bringing me to the verge of financial ruin.

I relied upon you to stop them.

You have failed.

Now one of you is going to assist me.

Mr. Travis, you're not asking us to do anything illegal.

Well actually, I only need one of you.

Now which one of these chairs had that little extra

built in?

Well I just can't quite remember.

Let's find out.

No!

No, no, no!

No!

Volume up please Hylas.

Volume up.

Well, I don't suppose there's any more

need for secrets between us.

Close your mouth, Cindy dear, it's rude.

I've never spoken to you about my mother, Eugenia,

have I?

She's a remarkable woman.

All together ahead of her time in so many different ways,

including genetic engineering.

You see, she made me.

I'm perhaps her most perfect creation.

Although not as you can see altogether perfect.

What do you want?

What do I want?

A very good question, Cindy my dear.

I've searched high and low for answers to that question,

but I have yet to find any that speak

to my peculiar circumstances.

I have thus been forced to make my own way.

Your incompetence has put all of this in jeopardy.

Now I must insist that you make it right.

But I think it's time to end this pleasant conversation

and proceed with the matter of your assistance.

Mr. Mascaro?

If you please.

No.

I take it you're familiar with the iron maiden?

This is crazy.

This is crazy!

Well, this is rather different, though it does

share some qualities in common, but it's designed

not to transfix victims so much as to compress them.

I can only judge from the reactions of the previous

occupants that it is a rather painful process.

Oh, by the way, you mentioned the federal prosecutor,

Mr. Averill, and the judge, the honorable negro

Arthur Morton.

They'd be able to describe the process to you,

if they could still speak.

You could ask them.

Mr. Mascaro, let's begin the sequence.

No, no, no!

Hylas, selection number seven please.

No!

Play!

Play number seven you bitches!

♪ You were working in a disco

♪ Go-go dancing in a cage

♪ Your rubber dress and eight-inch platforms ♪

♪ Someday soon I'm gonna steal your soul ♪

♪ Pain

♪ Love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the shame

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

A toast to the founder of the feast.

Travis's billion dollar loss is our billion dollar gain,

Mr. Harrison Yulin.

God damn, I'll drink to that alright.

Drink to myself.

You must be very proud of your husband, Mrs. Yulin.

There aren't many men who could accomplish what

my Harrison has.

Of course I'm proud of him.

Well it was the smoothest bit of corporate rogering

I've ever witnessed.

I only wish I could see Virgil Travis's face right now.

Well, from what I hear, nobody ever has.

Oh, he must be shy, or maybe ugly.

He sounds like an idiot.

Yes, I know.

It's a masterful disguise.

That man is the most brilliant business man

in the entire world, excepting myself.

My only mistake was underestimating him.

Harrison, I wanna talk to you about this merger.

The what?

No, no, not tonight, we've all had a busy day

and my husband needs his sleep.

Tomorrow will be soon enough.

Moira, no one that I know could kick guests

out into the cold with more charm.

You're right of course, I think it's time

we headed on home.

How unfortunate, now they'll go to their bedroom.

I've never been able to monitor what goes on in there.

Why not?

I'm not sure.

Countermeasures of some kind.

If he can keep you from listening upstairs,

why not downstairs?

I have asked myself this question,

and no answer is forthcoming.

I suspect that there is some subtlety involved.

In any case it's a moot point.

Secrets are best kept in the grave, and Mr. Yulin

may keep his there, along with the other two.

And with the evil assistance of my new creations,

and yours as well Mr. Mascaro.

Ah.

I shall have my cookie after all.

How many times have I told you to turn on

the jamming devises when you come in here?

The what?

The jamming devices!

Sorry, sorry, hmm, hmm, now honey, now honey,

I mean mistress, hmm, hmm, ow, ow.

Try to pay attention.

Yes, yes, yes.

Shut up!

Keep kissing and listen.

Yes.

Those idiots think that we checkmated

Virgil Travis, but I know better, he's still in the game.

But, but you said the ruling was appeal proof.

Ow!

It was appeal proof because we bought the judge

and the federal prosecutor.

If you ever bothered to read the paper, you'd have noticed

that they both disappeared within the last 72 hours.

Vacation?

Ow!

Hardly.

Travis has clearly opted for the direct approach.

He's had them murdered.

Murdered, you're kidding me.

Do I sound as if I'm joking?

Now I must reevaluate him.

Clearly he's an audacious player.

Shoot, you really think that?

I mean, hmm, hmm, I mean, mistress, I mean Travis

may be a bit eccentric, but shoot, you really think

he'd go and hmm, murder people?

Why not?

We've had people murdered.

What?

We have?

Who?

Harrison, do you really wanna know?

I, I, I, I.

Shut up, Harrison!

Now Virgil Travis is going to try to eliminate

all of us, which if we're careful, we might find useful.

Warbeck and Shaw were necessary but inevitably expendable,

not worth the risk for us to eliminate them,

but if Virgil Travis wants to do it for us,

all the better.

Pay attention.

Ow! Yes!

And just you remember, little Harry,

who has the brains in this outfit.

Yes, mistress.

Keep kissing.

Jesus, doesn't that hurt?

Eat me.

In your fuckin' dreams.

Cut it out now.

Quit foolin' around.

Why them?

I've always come through for you.

Now, now, no jealousy.

Don't think of them as competitors,

think of them as new weapons.

Come to know them.

Come to love them.

They'll kill for you, for us.

Who's first, Yulin?

No, a man of his intelligence will know what I intend.

One of the others.

It really doesn't matter which is first.

Um, you'll need a disguise.

No problem.

Hey kid, why don't you get your face out of

the comic book and start paying attention to

the monitor, got it?

Damn.

Hey, power's out.

You don't say.

The backup's gone down too.

That means the whole security grid is out.

What are we supposed to do?

Squires.

What the hell is going on, Squires?

The power's down.

Yes sir, we're checking it out right now to confirm...

Confirm my spotty dick.

What the hell am I paying for?

Call the goddamn electric company and get

their asses out here.

Yes, sir.

Get ready to rock and roll.

Central Electric, how may I help you?

Yes, I'd like to report a power outage.

♪ Velvet crush, the smell of your skin ♪

♪ Petals and silver, the ultimate sin ♪

♪ The beautiful girl with the chemical eyes ♪

♪ Will sleep tonight on a bed of lies ♪

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car

♪ Trashed up dreams like a falling star ♪

Make a service call?

Let me see some ID please.

♪ If all else fails

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪

Search him.

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪

He's clear.

Do you mind showing me the box?

Alright, take him down to the basement.

I may have to run a wire from the truck.

Whatever.

♪ Beautiful girl with chemical eyes ♪

♪ Will sleep tonight on a bed of lies ♪

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car ♪

♪ Trashed up dreams like a falling star ♪

♪ Into the truck and filled with nails ♪

♪ Kill the scale if all else fails ♪

Squires.

What the hell's the story, Squires?

I'm still in the fucking stone age down here.

The electrician's here now, sir.

I'm currently doing a room sweep to confirm our integrity.

Oh confirm my hairy ass.

We're all naked as jay birds without that juice.

Would you like me to come down there

and be with you, sir?

Don't be a smart ass, do your job and get

the power back on!

Yes, sir.

Who the hell is there?

I said who the hell's there?

♪ Kill, pussy, kill

Oh shit.

Help me!

Help!

Did you hear something?

Squires help!

Two kinds of people I know about, little man.

The kinds that piss their pants when you kill them,

and the kind that don't.

Now, which kind do you think you are?

Pisser.

Warbeck!

Mr. Warbeck!

Jesus Christ.

Come on out, I know you're in there, I see you!

Come out, I know you're here!

What the fuck!

It's good to get out of that costume.

No doubt.

What do you think of my little darlin's now?

I have to admit, they walked the walk.

Have you arranged for a scapegoat?

Already taken care of, Mr. Travis.

Excellent.

Efficient as always Mr. Mascaro.

Homosexual drifter passing through the area.

Evidence will prove he was...

Please.

Please I trust you with the details.

Who's next?

The woman.

Undecided.

They will suspect us and take additional precautions.

This will require further cogitation.

I'm resolved in this matter, Mr. Mascaro,

I'm not rash.

I'm not interested in talking about a merger,

not after what they did to Warbeck.

Well you know what they say, life goes on.

Yeah, that's exactly the point.

I intend for my life to go on.

Don't think I follow you.

Honest to god, Harrison, sometimes I don't know

what to make of you.

You don't actually believe that fairy tale about

a gay drifter, do you?

I mean, come on, Warbeck was about a heterosexual as

a Kennedy.

As who?

Ask her what she's planning to do.

Kennedy, I said.

Well, what is it you plan on doing, Mercy?

Planning on leaving town tonight and I'm not

telling a living soul where I'm going.

Mm-hmm, kinda hard to do business that way.

Oh to hell with the business.

You know, I've always been in it for the money anyway,

not the ego.

I've already made more than I can spend in this lifetime.

It's not worth risking my life for.

Huh?

Look, Warbeck's out, so am I.

Tell her it's not so easy to back out.

Well, it may not be so easy to back out.

Are you threatening me, Harrison?

Huh?

No, I'm not the one to be afraid of.

No, I'm not the one to be afraid of,

no sir, not me.

Fine alright, you wanna buy me out?

Go ahead.

Call my attorney, I'll be in touch with him.

Price.

Price?

I don't know.

I don't know, Christ.

I mean, you heard what happened to Warbeck

and his guards.

Look, I can't even think about it right now.

Just make me an offer through my attorney, okay?

Goodbye Harrison.

Best of luck.

Best of luck, honey.

Get upstairs you miserable, ignorant wretch,

Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.

Quiet you idiot.

You still want to kill her?

Hmm, of course.

This is as much a matter of pride as profit.

Won't be easy.

One moment please, Mr. Mascaro.

I just wanna listen to that last little bit again.

Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.

Coming up.

That's a funny thing for him to say.

What's coming up?

Anybody, mm-hmm, I mean mistress.

Sit down.

Where?

On the floor!

We gonna watch a little movie, mm-hmm?

Shut up, Harrison.

If you keep talking, I'll have to punish you

and I just don't have the time right now.

This is a download from the audio/video bug

in Warbeck's house.

How'd we get a bug in Warbeck's house?

There is no we, Harrison, there's only me,

and a sloppy man -shaped appendage, you.

I placed the bug in Warbeck's house when we went

there for Christmas.

It takes one image ever five seconds,

downloads automatically at intervals.

None of this means anything to you of course.

The killing took place sometime after midnight.

There.

The gymnasium is at the end of this hall, that's where

he was going.

So now he and Warbeck are being killed, so let's

jump ahead a few moments.

I saw something.

Do tell.

What the hell?

They look like dolls.

What the hell?

Coming up, coming up.

What could he mean by that?

Mr. Travis, what about the woman?

Hmm?

The woman.

Mercy Shaw.

She's leaving tonight.

Oh yes, kill her, would you?

I'll leave the manner in your hands.

Hey guys, quit screwing around, we've got work to do.

Play 'em, Hylas.

Number four!

Fucking idiots, fuck off!

Play number four!

♪ I will make your veins pour

♪ Into me

♪ I would like to drink you dry ♪

♪ So greedy

♪ Drain to you

♪ Drain sex you

♪ Drain devour

♪ Drain obsessed with you

♪ Drain, drain

Entrance B, are we secure?

Entrance B is secure.

Lobby, elevators?

Lobby and elevators secure.

Lock down on one.

Departure route?

Departure route four by four.

Support vehicles are standing by.

Roger that.

All stations stand by.

Live wire, repeat, live wire.

Alpha is eminent, now bring up the elevator

and let's get this show on the road.

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

You've got nothing to worry about.

The building's secure.

We're going directly to the garage.

We'll be in one of five identical vehicles,

each taking a separate route to the airport.

I might stop worrying once I cross the equator.

I promise you that nothing human can touch you.

Oh?

I'd stake my life on it.

Alert the drivers.

I should have Warbeck's shares by the beginning

of the week.

And I already have leverage on Mercy Shaw's next of kin.

Some pictures involving an underage girl being used

in a way that God never intended.

Next of kin, mm-hmm.

Ain't that a bit premature?

Ow!

Idiot, she'll be dead by tonight.

How do you, how do...

Umm!

Mistress.

I mean mistress, mm -hmm, how do you...

Ow!

That's for being stupid.

I know that your office downstairs is bugged somehow,

that's how Virgil Travis knows of her intention to run.

He'll send his dolls out to kill her before

the end of the night.

All for the better, really.

Now the only loose end is him.

Find and dandy, mm-hmm, but how do you keep 'em

from doing the same thing to us?

Us?

Ow!

Don't you mean you?

In Virgil Travis's war, I'm just a civilian.

Huh, that's an interesting thought.

At any rate, if he tries to send his dolls in here,

he'll have a rather unpleasant surprise.

Like what?

Ow!

I've taken steps.

That means that unless he has access to a cruise missile,

we're untouchable.

Unfortunately I can't get him in that fortress he's in.

Stale mate?

Oh!

That is a word I told you never to use.

When force fails, one must rely upon finesse,

and in this area there's no doubt, I have the edge.

Is there anything in this world more pathetic than a man?

I think not.

Ow!

Hey, hey, hey, what's that?

Is that an alarm over there?

My, sooner than I thought.

Dear Virgil is impatient.

Is that a fire over there?

Just a little mouse trap, that's all.

It's them doll things, isn't it?

Yes.

Now don't fret Harry, everything's gonna be fine.

I've got it all worked out.

Tomorrow I'm gonna pay a visit to Mr. Virgil Travis

and everything's going to be fine.

You, hmm.

Travis don't see nobody.

Why would he see you, hmm?

Why?

Because I'm the gentle innocent wife of

his most brilliant competitor.

Go to sleep little Harry,

mommy needs her beauty rest.

He doesn't look too good.

He's toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Please girls, please.

A little compassion for our diminutive friend.

Now, now, be brave.

After Darkie here ran into that fire trap

we did a creep-through on the whole perimeter.

There's no way in, unless we do

a full-scale mercenary thing.

You think Yulin wouldn't have prepared against

that contingency as well?

What height above ground were the flame throwers?

Eight inches, give or take.

Aimed straight across, not up.

You have read my mind, Mr. Mascaro.

This defense was clearly installed with our friends

here in mind.

How unfortunate.

Still, I should have guessed that Yulin

would learn the truth.

Once again I've underestimated him.

Yeah.

No, go ahead.

What's that?

Where is she?

Did you search her?

Guess who's waiting in the sitting room?

You know I detest guessing games, Mr. Mascaro.

Mrs. Yulin.

What?

Yulin's wife.

See.

What in the world?

What's the meaning of this?

Ms. Yulin.

Mr. Travis?

Speaking.

I'd like to speak with you.

Proceed.

I mean to say I'd like to meet with you.

Why?

Please?

I shall be down momentarily.

Should I have her searched?

I studied body language Mr. Mascaro,

that's hardly a woman bent on a suicide mission.

However there is one much more important thing

that you can do for me.

What's that?

Locate the vehicle that brought her here.

Ms. Yulin.

Mr. Travis.

I don't usually meet people face to face,

if you'll pardon the expression.

I appreciate you taking the time to see me.

May I fetch you a drink?

Yes please, brandy.

No questions about the mask?

Course not.

Such a question would be discourteous.

In any case, I'm more interested in the

man underneath the mask.

Indeed.

Thank you.

Please.

Ms. Yulin, life to me is largely a matter of calculation,

but you are a term I had not previously considered.

And knowing and admiring your husband as I do,

I can hardly believe that your presence here is

not a part of some larger plan.

You admire my husband?

Most people think he's a buffoon.

Yes, but, but you and I know better.

I've seen his ineffable mark on a hundred

business ventures, a dozen assassinations.

Does that shock you?

I know the sort of man my husband is.

He's clear and resolute.

A man of power and vision.

That's why I married him.

That's why I love him.

Your husband didn't send you here at all,

you came on your own.

Yes.

Why, to beg for mercy?

To ask for an armistice.

I understand that this is a battle for dominance,

but in that battle both might fall, you know this.

I see now that your husband has a most valuable

asset that I had not at all considered.

He knows about the dolls.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Mr. Travis, I know that I can't out-reason you.

I can't win a war of words or any other

kind of war with you, but great men must have great hearts.

Tell me then, how do I reach your heart?

How do I stop this?

I'm afraid that you're mistaken

about the size of my heart.

I'm not at all what you think.

What are you then?

I am nothing.

What?

I said that I am nothing.

I am an emptiness and like all emptiness I struggle

perpetually to be filled.

I draw in wealth, power, sensation, but still I am empty.

Still I am nothing.

Take care Ms. Yulin,

lest you be sucked in as well.

Have you ever heard of a man named Honore DeLesseps?

A French philosopher, wasn't he?

Yes.

He once said that if you crave power then love nothing,

not even your own life, because to love a thing

is to give it your power.

He also said that love was desire satisfied

and hatred desire unsatisfied.

Sorry, that sounds better in French.

What do you desire Mr. Travis?

What I desire, Ms. Yulin, is my own concern.

Now listen carefully, I promise nothing regarding

your husband, that's between us,

but so long as you do not become a weapon against me

you will not be harmed.

Why Mr. Travis?

Why this concern for me?

Ms. Yulin, there are so few truly excellent

things in this world, we must try to preserve them

when we can.

Now go.

They're on board.

Mr. Travis, they're on...

I heard you the first time, Mr. Mascaro.

I'll go after them in a few minutes.

Pick them up after the kill.

No.

Leave now.

But...

Now.

Some music Hylas.

Number 10.

Number 10.

Fuck you Hylas.

Play number 10.

Fuck you you little prick.

No!

♪ You are dressed in black

♪ You are running back

Louder!

Louder!

All the way up!

♪ Broken lack such a fright

♪ Love, love, love is a razor

♪ Low down

♪ Open me up and mend all my broken parts ♪

♪ Take out this shattered broken ♪

♪ Like you

So he had a mask on, huh?

I knew there was a screw loose there.

Oh, ooh.

He's the most brilliant man I've ever met.

Most people I've got figured in five seconds,

but Virgil Travis, I'm still trying to work him out.

Perhaps he's deformed in some way.

Even still, the way he acted toward me,

his body was, I could've sworn...

Old boy was hot for you, huh?

Shut up you moron!

No!

Not lust, I know that well enough, no.

He was almost courtly.

Who would've ever dreamed that Virgil Travis,

of all people, was secretly a romantic?

I think he was smitten with me.

I don't know if it's more amusing or pathetic.

I, hmm, I still don't get why you went over there anyhow.

Hmm, how's it going to help us?

There you go, using that word again, us.

Make it tighter, mistress.

Be quiet.

Harry, in every relationship there's a moment of truth.

Darling using you for a living ventriloquist dummy has

had its advantages, but I suppose this was inevitable.

What's that honey?

Don't fret, you've already signed all

the necessary documents for transition of power.

Ooh!

It should be a smooth one.

What, what's that honey?

Come on now, what're you talking about honey-bunny?

Mmm-hmm-hmm-mm.

Oh and by the way, Harrison, I've always despised

that laugh of yours.

Ciao.

Moira?

Moira?

Pussy, you still there?

Moira.

Moira, pussy, you still there?

I'm stuck.

Oh, there you are.

I thought you'd run out on me there.

I still remember when you went away and left

me in this thing over Memorial Day weekend.

Yeah honey, yeah mistress.

That's the way.

I'm a bad boy.

That's me.

Bad boy.

Ow!

Wow, okay, okay.

I'm good now, I'm good mistress.

I'm good now.

Ooh.

Moira.

Moira.

Abort.

This is injuring me.

Come on now.

Moira, this ain't funny.

I said abort.

Code word, you know, it means stop twisting the wire.

Honey.

Come on now.

Holy shit!

Where did you come from?

Moira!

Moira!

Anybody!

I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, angel.

Okay my three little killers,

which way do we go?

That's it, that's it, back the way you came,

back to the rear stairs.

That's it.

Travis.

Mr. Travis, Mr. Travis.

What's that? Hello?

This is Moira Yulin.

Ms. Yulin.

Harrison's dead, they killed him.

Ms. Yulin, uh...

And now they're after me.

What are you saying?

You told me I wouldn't be harmed,

you lied to me!

You used me, didn't you?

No, no, I didn't lie, they was sent for your husband,

not you.

Liar, you're a liar.

You're a monster.

They're outside the door!

They're breaking in!

Moira run, run from them!

Oh God help me!

Leave her alone.

I order you, leave her alone.

I created you.

Leave her alone!

Moira run, run from them.

Leave her alone.

I order you, leave her alone.

I created you.

Leave her alone!

Yes Virgil hello.

Ms. Yulin.

For now with my poor husband being dead, I think

I'll resume my maiden name.

Deray, as in Gilles De Re.

Perhaps you've heard of him.

I believe I've read the record of his trial.

Well my dear masked man, unless you want to be reading

the record of your own trial, I think it that

a rapprochement will be essential.

Really?

A good player always knows when the game is over, Virgil.

If I may be so bold, I have a video taped record

of the killing of my poor husband, your tape recorded

confession and your very interesting little dolls.

Oh and by the way, I also have a tape of those same

dolls at the house of the dear departed Mr. Warbeck.

Coming up.

What's that?

You had your husband wired.

I heard him speaking to you.

I should've realized it.

It was you.

All along it was you.

And even when I met you I never suspected it.

I thought you were...

You that what I wanted you to think, that I was

a nervous desperate little wife.

Yes.

I was a fool.

You're a romantic, which I supposed amounts to

the same thing, I hope I didn't break your heart.

Oh yeah that's right, I forgot, you don't have one.

I remember making that claim.

Now Virgil.

I must ask your pardon.

I can't speak right now.

I'll be in touch with you soon.

I, I, I cannot speak anymore right now.

The pit yawns before me.

I, of all living creatures, can't permit myself

no illusion of a soul.

It's from emptiness that I came

and that emptiness awaits me at the end.

And what dwells between but a mad, pointless puppet show,

full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Yeah, I hear you man.

How easy it would be.

Sure would.

Just one little squish.

I actually had tender thoughts toward her.

I even imagined what it might be like to love her.

But it was a sham, pretense.

She used me.

She used me!

She outwitted me!

No.

No, we'll leave death in the waiting room a while

longer I think.

A man who loves nothing may do anything.

So let her see what can be done with this woman.

Hylas!

Play 'em.

Number one.

Play!

Play!

Play number one!

I don't suppose you eat, do you?

Well it doesn't really matter whether I return

you alive or dead.

You three are, how shall I put this?

Pawns in this game.

Odd little pawns admittedly, but pawns nonetheless.

I suspect your master has had a sleepless night.

He's been thinking, plotting revenge against me.

I told him that the game was over, but of course

we both know that's not the case.

He'll expect demands but I'm going to surprise him.

Men have never realized that for a woman's surrender

is just another way of winning.

In the end he'll be no different from poor Harry.

By the time I'm done with him, there won't be anything left.

Hello Virgil.

A meeting?

Of course.

No, no, a public place isn't necessary, I'll come over

if that would be acceptable to you.

Virgil?

Yes, yes, that will be fine.

I look forward to seeing you.

She doesn't wanna meet in a public place.

So the ambush is off.

Yes.

No.

She's coming here.

That's convenient.

Yes, but why is she making it convenient for me?

Is this more subtlety or mere brashness?

Does it matter?

I don't know.

That's what has me worried.

Good evening Ms. Deray.

Explain.

Why I'm placing myself in your power?

Yes.

There are so few truly excellent things in this

world that we must try to preserve them when we can.

And should I be moved to preserve you?

Or do you suggest that you wish to preserve me?

A plea for mercy or a veiled threat?

Your dolls.

The tape of the killing.

The cassette tape of your confession.

The tape showing the dolls at Warbeck's.

And this.

And what are these?

I am signing over to you for the sum of $1.00

the total assets of my late husband's companies.

I've also signed a confession admitting that I killed

Harrison myself and undertook to frame you by

means and methods consistent with the tapes.

There are no copies of the tapes, by the way,

but you could hardly be sure of this,

this obviates the need to be sure.

Why are you doing this?

Do you hope to prevent your death in this way?

No Virgil.

If a man of wealth and means desires the death of

another with sufficient fervor, then that person must die.

My death is yours if you want it.

But I can give you something more, something

you cannot take, something only I can give.

And what is that?

Me.

My life.

I knew the first time we met that you had feelings for me.

Feelings, yes.

But what I wanted then you cannot give me.

What you showed me then was a creature of grace

and gentleness, but that was mere artifice.

You see, even we who are destined to dwell in

the mud can still long for the sky.

And what do you see when you look in the sky, Virgil?

Nothing.

Emptiness.

Life is down here with all the lying and killing

and fucking.

If I were a man you would have to kill me because

nothing could make you trust me.

But I'm a woman.

A young woman.

The wounds of nations are healed in the bedchambers

of kings.

You will be able to trust me implicitly

when I am the mother of your children.

So you are proposing a dynasty.

And what about this?

It's irrelevant.

Remember Virgil, I gave my body to an idiot for ten years

in order to further my ambitions.

I doubt that you could be worse.

No worse than an idiot.

There's a mighty foundation upon which to build

a marriage.

Virgil, you are the most brilliant man I have

ever known.

And I am the most brilliant woman I have ever known.

We are both too intelligent to believe in a life

beyond this one.

Whatever immortality we can hope for must be procreative.

There's no other woman in the world for you except me.

Your pride compels you to kill me, master me instead.

Take me, use me.

If I die, what can you hope for different from

what you've had?

But together think of what we can do.

The power, the glory.

We can be lords of the earth.

I've had this prepared, it's a marriage license.

I've took the liberty of forging your signature.

Don't worry though, it's indistinguishable from your own.

Indeed it is.

Another skill.

I have talents you haven't even dreamed of.

Virgil we are both, how shall I put this?

Very busy people.

If you're going to kill me, then let's get on with it.

I have nothing more to say.

But if not, give me the dollar and find

a justice of the peace.

I'm afraid I don't carry cash.

Mr. Mascaro?

Sorry Mr. Travis, I've only got 50s.

Ah, Hylas, thank you.

You are now the proud owner of my fortune.

And me.

And you needn't worry about a justice of

the peace, Mr. Mascaro is an ordained minister.

You're joking.

Officially Mr. Mascaro is my religious advisor.

Church of the Diving Spirit.

I'm in McAlister registry of religions.

Most convenient at tax time.

I see.

Well then, I see no reason to wait.

No, let us proceed at once.

Move the fuck over.

Do you Virgil Travis take this woman to

be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

Do you Moira Yulin, err Deray, take this man

to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

Then by the power vested in me by the divine spirit,

that totally permeates the whole universe,

wheresoever you may go you cannot get away from it.

I declare you to be husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Yes, I think so.

After all, as you said, such matters are irrelevant

to the founding of a dynasty.

Let us kiss.

And more than kiss, let us proceed with your

procreative ambitions.

What's the matter my dear?

Don't tell me that you're afraid to play

in this particular patch of mud.

There is, after all, no woman in the world for me

except for you.

Embrace me then my angel, my love.

Press your sweet gentle lips against mine.

I'm sorry if the face beneath the mask was

not what you expected.

But then the face beneath your mask was rather

a disappointment to me as well.

You see, by giving me a glimpse of love,

something I never imagined I could experience,

and then ripping it away, it managed to convince me

of something that I've long suspected.

My life

gives me no more pleasure, and when a thing ceases

to please me, I rid myself of it.

What did he say?

Shh!

My domain is now being sealed and flooded with toxic gas.

I'm with you boss.

Hell, here we come.

Me too boss.

Well that's not good.

Excuse me, what about us?

This is definitely not good.

Just to satisfy your curiosity,

I am not a man nor a woman born.

My mother, dear woman, grew me in a bottle.

A technique she devised, though clearly failed to perfect.

Prospect of a dynasty of living such as myself

holds no charm.

Virgil please, I, I.

So I've managed to make a woman speechless.

Well then, perhaps the whole thing was worth while

after all.

Man, what a bummer.

Hey, Ninja Baby, we owe you one.

Maybe we ought to leave now.

That sounds great.

Boss!

The girls!

Oh Hylas.

Fuck you!

The door's locked.

We can't get out!

Stop, he has a grenade!

Hey, look it's the little guys.

Hurry!

Come on, hurry up.

Everybody ready?

One moment please ladies and gentlemen,

and boys and girls.

By all rights we should be showing the end credits

right now, but we have a bit of an awkward problem.

You see we came up with two endings for this story

and we couldn't decide between them.

What you just saw a minute ago, that's one.

Moira is tortured, the girls and the dolls get away

and the rest of us all die.

Okay, I can see the cynical appeal.

But being as I am a fundamentally spiritual person,

I prefer the following rather different ending

to our proceedings.

Little prick.

We're gonna get you now.

Oh Hylas, fuck you!

Oh Hylas, you play some music now.

That's enough of that!

Show a little protocol, a little spirituality.

Behave yourselves.

Take a lesson from my little friends over there.

Hey, knock it off!

This is supposed to be a happy occasion.

Anybody make it not so happy, then I'm not gonna be happy.

Do I make myself clear?

Do I?

Play, Hylas.

Right.

Play Hylas.

Recessional, play!

Stop!

Do you Virgil Travis take this woman to

be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

And do you Moira Yulin, err Deray, take this

man to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

That's all I need.

Then by the power vested in me by the divine spirit,

that totally permeated the entire universe,

wheresoever you be you may not get away from it,

I declare you to be husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Yes, I think so.

After all, as you said, such matters are irrelevant

to the founding of a dynasty.

So my dear, let us kiss.

What's the matter my dear?

Don't tell me that I disappoint you.

That I disgust you, this thing that I am.

Disgust me?

How could you do that?

What?

Virgil, I can't lie to you.

I wanted to despise you and dominate you

because I thought you were just a man,

and men are only worthy of being despised and dominated,

but now I know the truth.

You're more than a man.

Virgil, I never believed it could be possible, but

I actually.

What?

Virgil, don't you see?

We're both marvels and we're both monsters.

Believe me, I know it now.

We were meant for one another.

I don't know what to say.

Virgil, I love you.

Because you're a monster and because you're more

than a man.

I love you.

Virgil, my Virgil.

Oh Virgil, now the world really has something

to worry about.

Play 'em Hylas.

♪ Pain, love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the shame

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ You're the dream girl in my nightmares ♪

♪ You're the strange taste in my mouth ♪

♪ I would follow you to hell and back ♪

♪ You're the wind that's blowing south ♪

♪ Pain, love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the chain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ I'll be your robot

♪ I will obey

♪ I need a master

♪ Treat me that way

♪ I'll be your slave girl

♪ Finer than fine

♪ Won't you abuse me

♪ Please be unkind

♪ Pain, love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the chain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the chain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Lady baby bleed

♪ That's all I need

♪ Gonna get screwed

♪ What a pity

♪ Lady baby bleed