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- Open. - Opening.

Hey, fresh.

Welcome to Dixie.

Brown eyed blue.

Baby raper.

They let you go to the room this time, huh?

Fresh meat.

Bring that bitch over here.

- Stop! - Come on!

Open 685.

Opening.

What's your name?

Go on.

Close 685.

Hold it, hold it.

Sturgis, meet Fhelleps.

You two play nice now.

Hey, Max, give me some coffee.

Shut the fuck up!

Have a seat.

You like Shakespeare, fish?

I don't know.

Don't know?

Not real familiar, I guess.

Well.

I'll get you acquainted.

In for fucking your kid, right?

I didn't do it.

Could you move?

Hey.

Don't be unfriendly.

Gonna need all the friends you can get in here.

And it starts with me.

Friend.

Suck it slow. Suck it fish, or I'll bleed you dry.

A hell, an exposition of sleep.

Come upon me.

See? You do know Shakespeare.

I see you.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Shit!

Guards!

Yeah, him!

Stop!

Stop!

The greatest in the world.

Loud queer music.

Go away!

You see it!

The thing is yours! Yes yes!

- Yes. - They laugh.

- Laugh! - Come on!

Number 685.

Opening.

Step back hands over your head.

Step back.

Hands above your head.

Stop jumping.

Stand up.

- Relax! - You see it?

Stand back.

I jump high in the air.

- Stand back! - We're warning you!

Hey don't!

Are you nervous?

He deserves it!

- Get him! - We need a doctor in here.

Let's get a doctor in here.

Get a doctor in here.

Get someone to check out Sturgis.

I need a medical on block 19.

Fucking bit his dick off.

You got what you deserve.

Nazi German fuck.

Sturgis?

Sturgis!

Oh, sorry to have kept you waiting.

Doctor Bernard.

Hey, it's nice to finally meet you.

It's so nice to meet you, too.

Someone had misplaced this file.

This.

Was your drive here pleasant?

Oh, it was fine.

I lived pretty close, actually, so no problem.

Oh good coffee is not to be found in

this institute, I'm afraid.

Oh, yeah.

After years and years of, uh, deprivation, sleep studies,

coffee just doesn't do the trick for me anymore.

How do you get through without the elixir of the gods?

An energy drink.

I actually have my own, uh, concoction.

Tropane, alkaline, uh, taurine, paprika, mixed with

a little amphetamines.

Mhm.

Maybe this isn't so bad after all.

This is why I called you in.

Okay.

Why the two names?

Is this a split personality?

It's more than mere personality, doctor.

See, my my predecessor, Doctor Willett.

Mhm.

Yes, Janet.

The patient's awake, doctor.

- Color? - Blue.

Thank you.

We'll be right there.

Come on. We have, we have to hurry.

So, what's the rush, doctor?

So you can meet Mr. Slater.

I assume he's under restraint.

Where exactly would he be going?

Oh, that's one of the mysteries of this case.

And the reason for your consult, doctor.

Yeah.

- Ah, nurse. - Hello, doctor.

How's our Mr. Cheney this morning?

Good morning.

You look beautiful today.

Thank you, Cheney. Aren't you the perfect gentleman?

Do you like, like, like my doll.

That's a lovely doll.

You can, you can,

play, play with the doll.

Um.

That would be fine.

Thank you.

Yeah, one day. Only one day.

Okay. You gotta,

give it back.

All right. One day with a doll.

Thank you. Thank you, Cheney.

Okay.

You're too much. Stop.

Oh.

Just a wonderful human being.

Good day. Okay. Bye bye.

Removal of a cancerous brain

tumor equated with a prefrontal lobotomy.

Unfortunately, still a wonderful human being.

So if the split with Fhelleps goes.

Well, it's not a traditional split personality, doctor, and

try to use the term dissociative identity disorder.

Some take offense to the

antiquated terms of our profession.

Well, a rose by any other name is still just a rose, isn't it?

James Fhelleps came to this institute 25 years ago.

To the day.

25 years.

What would a man doing 2 to 5

for incest be doing here for 25 years?

Mr. Fhelleps is the man convicted for that crime, for

which he proclaims his

innocence and has served that sentence.

Mr. Slater is the reason that he is here.

So Joe Slater is the one

personality that committed the crime.

It's more than mere personality, doctor.

Here we are.

Oh. Hello, Barry.

Hello, Maud.

I'm taking her up to CBT right now.

A little late because we had an accident.

Wait a minute.

Keep him down here.

Doctor Willett kept him secluded as far from the other

patients as possible.

Being a mostly modern facility, I intend to bring treatment up

to those standards as well.

But for the moment, he is held down here.

What, do you keep him in the car or.

Well, not exactly, but yeah.

Doctor Willett had these sort of barbaric ideas about

isolation, so it's just what has happened.

How is he?

He's calm.

Morning, doc.

Good morning Joe.

Did you sleep well?

Like a baby.

Why the jacket?

Don't you trust me?

Remember I told you I was a special visitor would be coming

to see you.

Oh, yes.

Doctor London, I presume?

Yes. Hi, Joe.

You specialize in sleep analysis.

Huh? Polysomnography, to be more precise, but

yeah, pretty much.

Oh, I love sleep.

Why?

I'm able to,

search beyond these walls for it.

Beyond the wall of sleep.

In dreams.

Yes.

Dreams are what keeps the vessel on track

as I flicked through

resplendent and prodigious valleys,

cities,

palaces of light and regions unbounded.

Unbeknownst to man.

Huh? What are these realms?

You're searching for?

A blazing entity.

That is one of me. And I of it.

We have traveled through great oceans of space to this world,

following voices.

Like strange music scratching, crackling in my brain.

Can you hear it?

What is this entity, Joe?

A big, vast,

personality.

That shook and laughed and mocked the world that I've

known for a thousand years.

I shall soar through the abysses of emptiness

and burn every obstacle that

stands in my way to find it, merge

and spawn with it.

- Come here. - Watch.

See, see?

Yeah, I have to know.

Goddamn, man!

What the fuck?

Doctor?

Neville, ten cc's of thorazine.

Check his eyes.

They're brown.

Check his teeth.

That's.

That's amazing.

When this occurred in our first session, a DNA sample was taken

when his eyes were blue.

And then compared to the sample on file.

Mhm.

Completely different.

That's. That's impossible. Come on.

There are two men in that body.

After the injection, returned him to the rec room.

Some sun will do him good.

Yes, doctor.

Come. There's more.

We have work to do, Mr. Neville.

You must look into my eyes and see the blue of the sky.

As you may know, I was transferred here about a month

ago at the request of Doctor Willett.

Marinus Willett.

So you knew him?

No, I just thought his theories

on the dream state were, uh, interesting.

I heard he, uh, killed himself, though.

Well, he heard of you.

Really?

He mentioned you in his letter to me.

And his desire that if I do take over his position, the

first order of business is that I contact you regarding the

Fhelleps case and share all details of it with you.

Glad you respected his wishes.

Yes.

Unfortunately, upon agreeing to the position, I was informed

that he had committed suicide

and I couldn't get any further information.

I can't wrap my head around exactly what I just saw.

I,

I've never seen anything like that.

Well, it was bad at the past.

Believed in outdated methods.

Ice baths.

Metrazol convulsion.

Electric and insulin shock therapy.

Yeah, well, we've come a long way.

Between those horrors.

He kept Fhelleps isolated, doped up,

weaving baskets for the 2

to 3 hours a day that he was awake.

Here is my first hypnosis session with him.

223 Doctor Barnard, Arkham Asylum.

Can you hear me, Jim?

Uh huh.

Tell me about the night of the automobile accident.

I can hear you. Yes.

We are driving home from,

Billy Jackson's party.

You and your family?

Yes.

Alice is drunk.

Angry because we left early.

We argue.

Heather is asleep in the back seat.

Blinding light.

Is it headlights?

No.

It stings.

I feel strange.

Warmth coming into me.

Hot as the sun.

Burning.

Oh.

Blood.

Rain is cooling me.

Heather's crumpled body in my arms.

She's dead.

Oh, no.

It's my fault.

God took her from me.

I see you, man in the light.

He speaks without words to me.

His name is Slater.

He promises to guide me, to show me the way.

Said he was traveling his whole life to find it.

And when he does, it will be the end of all humanity.

Of mankind.

Slater?

Who is Slater?

The deceiver.

The dreams.

Nightmares. The fear.

The lust.

Desire. The mystery.

Revelation!

Morning.

He's the destroyer.

Oh! Oh!

Help me!

Help me!

Please! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Calm down. It's Heather, your daughter.

She didn't die, Jim.

She's alive and well.

Oh.

I spoke with Alice.

Your wife?

She gave me this photo.

Your wife's disfigurement, Alice's death.

It was all a dream, Jim.

Just call me Joe.

All right.

So, uh, when do I start?

About an hour ago.

Very hard to work with.

Oh God!

This will be great.

All right.

- So. - Yeah.

You have a great day.

You too.

Take care.

See you tomorrow morning.

Okay.

Marinus Bicknell Willett December 26th, 1998.

Recorded notes of my first impression of patient

0333 James Fhelleps,

upon his arrival at Arkham Asylum.

If the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect about the

occasionally titanic,

significance of dreams until the obscure world,

to which they belong.

You see, Mr. Fhelleps

claimed that his beloved daughter

Heather, was killed in an

automobile accident, and then

his wife was left a disfigured vegetable.

During his trial,

with both of them very much alive and present in the

courtroom, he proclaimed his nightmare reality to be truth,

and that now to be dream.

Was the greater number of our nocturnal visions.

Are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of

our waking experiences, such as possible New glimpses into the

sphere of mental existence.

After reading vague accounts from the penal of the ladies.

Mr. Fhelleps

complete amnesia of the violent incident.

Healing is of utmost importance to speak with his cellmate,

John Sturgis, at Arkham State Prison.

Jim.

He will be returning tomorrow.

Hey, Neville.

Okay, I'll take him.

I'll take him from here.

I got it.

Thank you, Nurse Matheson.

Thank you.

Thank you, I love you.

What's up fellas?

Bring him to me.

No, I don't like this.

No!

Ho, ho, ho!

Oh!

Open the door!

Open the door!

I'm surprised you were able to convince the warden to let you

see Sturgis.

You know, he hasn't had a visitor in, like.

Was it, like, said 25 years or something?

Yeah. About that.

Long before my time.

I mean, I'm a diversity hire, as they say.

You know, prison reform and all the liberal jazz.

I ain't complaining.

I mean, solid pension, great union.

Oh, is that so?

Oh, yeah.

They take good care of us.

Almost as good as the prisoners.

I'm just fucking with you.

Here we are.

Last cell at the end.

He's expecting you.

Okay, sure.

Thank you.

Hey.

You like Shakespeare, huh?

That's what I asked him way back when.

Asked who?

Jim Fhelleps?

He got me good.

Or the beast inside him got me.

What do you mean by that?

Something out of this world, Dr. London.

It is doctor, isn't it?

Yeah.

Doctors make good money.

I'd like some before I go down memory lane for you.

Sure. Why not?

Uh.

How's this for you?

- Hey. - You've got soft hands.

All right, so tell me.

So what's up?

I thought he was

a regular run of the mill shorties.

What does that mean?

Kiddie labor.

I started busting him in.

That's what happens here to a new fish.

Cellmate or one of the gangs fucks them.

And then, depending on how that

goes, they join whatever clique.

I stuck my cock in front of him.

It was his first day, and I was trying to make it easy on him

and just have him suck on it for a spell.

I put my shiv next to his throat.

He started speaking in a voice, not his own.

His eyes.

What color were his eyes?

That's the thing.

At first they were a regular human brown.

But then they changed.

They turned into a glowing, bright alien blue that seen

right through.

Seen things that no human had seen before.

And,

them chompers.

I felt them fucked up teeth into my skin, heard the blood

drops on the floor like everything was happening in

slow motion and then a blinding light shot down from above.

I could only hear my own screams.

I saw my bloody pecker on the floor.

I mean, I'm sorry. That sucks.

This man was not a man.

This man was pure evil.

Raining down pain upon me like the wrath of

a vengeful god.

Okay. All right.

I've seen enough.

Thank you.

I need constant antibiotics to stave off infection.

Where are you going, doctor?

It made them swallow their guns.

Ask them with a fucking Ouija board.

But I'm still here.

That's my adding blood.

They were weak like you are stinking jew.

Sweet are the uses of adversity.

Hello!

Can always use a second opinion.

Ask the prison guards.

They seen it.

Hey!

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your cocks.

What's done can't be undone.

I wasted time,

and now doth time waste me.

- What? - Oh, fuck.

Honey?

Oh my God.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Shit.

I thought he was here.

- What? - Oh my God, man.

Jim Fhelleps.

Who's. Who's Jim Fhelleps?

He's my patient.

He's, uh.

He's the guy I'm working with.

With the machine?

Yeah.

Yeah.

No.

Man.

I'm pretty excited about this, actually.

I think.

I think it could change the world.

Mhm.

I really do.

Is that why you're so scared?

Probably. Probably.

I just.

I really hope it doesn't all fall apart, you know, like,

right when I'm getting started.

No, but I am so proud of you.

Always.

You know.

Mhm.

That's what keeps me going.

You know that.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry I woke you up.

Hey, you're the one that has to get up early tomorrow.

Oh, fuck.

- What? - I have to get up today.

333. Isn't that a lucky?

It's an angel sign.

It means a past, present, future.

I mean I guess, that's what they say anyway.

And who are they, exactly?

I have no,

fucking,

clue.

You!

What?

What?

What?

I'm sorry.

I know I'm acting crazy.

I'm really acting crazy.

I, uh, I'm sorry.

Look at me. It's been a very long day.

Just trust me, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Okay. I'm, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Oh, man.

Hold on. I'll be right back.

- Hey. - Yeah.

The meter's running.

You better hurry.

Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming.

You hold on tight.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Lucy. - Ambrose?

What is it?

Honey?

What is it?

Oh my God.

I thought I.

I thought I saw him.

What?

Jim Fhelleps.

All right.

That should be dark enough.

Now. I just gotta check.

Let's see if you are at the right frequency.

Let's see.

Is going to hurt?

No. No, no, no, no, not at all.

This is actually going to help me peer into your memories

through dreamstate.

Kind of like a cosmic radio.

Oh, shit.

I just got to check the circuit.

Everything should be fine.

Yeah.

Oh, no no, no, don't.

Don't worry about it.

This this shit happens all the time.

Okay, I won't worry.

Um, what?

What's what's with the tarps?

Well.

Um, some patients may experience projectile vomiting.

Explosive diarrhea.

What?

Don't worry about it.

It's no problem.

Um, Jim.

Okay,

so what this does is it creates an electromagnetic field which

gets stronger with REM sleep.

When I am able to do is create a recording, a visual imprint

of your journey.

Okay. That's yours.

This is mine.

You're coming with me?

Oh, yeah.

With the help of a little psychopharmacology.

What is this?

Uh Methylenedioxy,

Peyote, Methamphetamine.

Lysergic acid.

It's just a bunch of other shit.

Just don't sip it, gulp it.

Okay. Come on.

Come on. You can do it.

There you go.

Nice.

Nice.

It's good.

Yeah. Yeah, it is right.

It's a lot of sugar, a splash of grenadine.

And um, how long will that last?

About two hours.

Okay. Jim, I need you to relax, okay?

That's easy.

I'm pretty tired.

Good.

You're actually going to drink that?

Yep.

It's, uh.

To fully connect with the patient.

I need to experience the same thing.

How many times have you done this experiment?

- Successfully? - Yes.

- Once. - Once?

Yeah, once.

How many trials?

333.

And who was the successful human trial?

Woah.

You know what I just remembered?

My dream.

You, man.

Jim. Jim.

He was.

No, no, it was Joe Slater.

Joe Slater was in my house, and he was eating my baby, man.

Ambrose, are you sure you want to go through with this?

Yeah, yeah, we got history to make, doc.

All right,

what I need you to do

is check his vitals every five minutes.

All right.

Now, if there's a flat line.

Flat line?

Yes. If there's a flat line, don't use the defibrillator.

- Okay. - All right.

Whatever you do, don't use that.

Whatever you do, just hand to mouth.

All right, Ambrose.

Okay.

All right Ambrose,

look, I really think we should cancel this whole

thing right now and.

And go grab a drink and discuss it.

Woah.

It's coming on.

I'm not kidding about that drink, Ambrose.

I'll buy if, if.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

This shit's kicking in.

All right,

look, Jim.

We need to get to this.

Jim.

Can you see me?

I see your eyes. Oh.

Okay. Neville, I need you to hit the switch.

I see you.

You can see me through the light.

I see you.

All right.

Yeah. Relax.

There you go.

There you go.

Hey, hey, hey. Doctor Bernard.

I almost forgot.

You might.

It might be a little distorted, but you'll be able to see an

image of what I'm seeing.

Okay. All right, so hit the switch.

Press record.

All right.

Let's do this, Jim.

Look into my eyes.

Nice. Relax.

Relax.

Take deep breaths.

Wow. All right.

Look into my eyes.

Her beautiful hall of light drew near

and held a colloquy with me.

Soul to soul, in the same and

perfect Silent interchange of thought.

The hour was one of

approaching trials.

Who was not my fellow being?

Escaping from a body of

degrading, incompatible bondage.

It shall not be denied.

It will not be denied.

It is your destiny.

Ambrose London.

Reach. Vista, that appeared to me was the one that my ancient

ancestors most wished to behold.

I am one,

with it.

Oh, shit.

Come on, boy.

Yes.

- Sure. - come on.

Come on, boy.

Here,

Down yonder.

Jesus, come on.

Look at her.

Are you there?

What is it?

Open the heavens!

Dang,

sure is hot.

Joe, I think we should get.

Don't be no glouser.

Christ, I don't like this.

Come on, brother, let's skadoo.

Don't be silly.

This here could be worth a fortune.

Oh.

Would you looky there?

Jewels.

Yo!

Yo! You all right?

What have you done to him?

Joe.

The greatest in the walls and roof and floor.

And loud music.

Far away.

- What? What? - Do you see it?

Made them swallow their guns.

Doctor Marinus Bicknell Willett.

Don't want you here.

I did everything you wanted.

Everything. Just don't make me do this.

Don't want you here.

Please.

Am, Ambrose wake up.

Ambrose wake up.

Ambrose wake up.

He's gone.

Ambrose! Wake up!

Ambrose. Ambrose.

Ambrose!

Ambrose! Wake up!

Ambrose. He's gone.

Get me out of this.

Shit.

Oh, fuck. Where is he?

Where is he?

It's Neville.

He attacked me, took Jim, and then, and then.

He left?

Yes.

- He's going after her. - Who?

His daughter.

Holy shit!

What the fuck happened to you?

Doctor, please help me.

They're killing everyone.

Biting! Eating! Dead! Blood!

Bridget calm down!

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

Here sit.

Yeah. What happened?

He let them all out.

All the patients.

Even solitary.

Neville unlocked all the doors.

And they all escaped.

Do you have a cell phone?

- In my car. - Bridget.

Did you see Janet?

No. I'm sorry.

God.

Hold still this is gonna sting a bit.

Oh.

They were all, like, rabid dogs attacking the staff.

They were biting, clawing, murdering.

Pistol in my office.

You got a gun?

We gotta go. Lets go!

Are you, are you good to open the door?

- Yes. - I got this.

Okay. On three.

On three.

Yeah. One.

Two.

Three!

Stay away man!

Stay away!

Stay away!

Stay away man! Stay!

Ah! Ah, shit!

Ah, shit!

Oh, man.

Oh, fuck!

Oh.

Not Cheyney.

It was like he was possessed.

He ain't shit now, man. Let's go.

I'm coming.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck!

Go, go!

Hurry, hurry!

Oh my God, my heart!

Hurry, hurry.

I'm hurrying.

Oh my God!

Get out!

Get out of my head!

All right, you go get the,

you get the gun.

I'll hold them off.

Janet?

Oh my God.

No.

No.

Doctor.

I'm in love with you.

Don't say that unless you mean it.

I have a fragile heart.

I love you.

Get away!

Ambrose.

Ambrose. Ambrose.

Ambrose.

Oh, God.

Oh! Oh!

- Oh. - Fuck.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Let's trade.

I hate those things.

Oh, God.

Oh!

Oh, shit.

Oh my God!

Shit!

Sorry, Santa.

Fuck.

Come on. This is faster.

- Really? - Yeah yes.

Okay. Okay.

Come on.

- Hurry! - What am I doing? I'm going.

We're going.

Carry this.

Okay. This way.

Tucker?

Doctor Bernard. Doctor Bernard.

I want to eat your vagina.

Ambrose.

Ambrose.

It feels good.

Do you remember the taste of warm,

blood in your mouth.

Oh.

Oh he was set to retire next week.

Gold watch.

Big party.

Hey. Well, he's retired now.

Let's go.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

You guys close?

No, that's my fucking car.

Shit. Okay, let's take mine.

Okay.

Where are we going?

- Well? - Alice, is his ex-wife.

How do you know?

The machine. The machine.

It did something.

What it saw. I saw.

It? What?

I think it planned all this.

It killed Willett.

Wait, wait, wait. How could Jim possibly do that?

Like, whatever's left of Jim is just like a flickering synapse

at this point.

That thing, though, that's inside of him.

It has full control, man.

And it's gonna stop at nothing to fuck Heather.

- Fuck Heather? - Yes.

These two entities, a male and a female, came down and needed

hosts because they wanted a mate, right?

Right.

So one jumped into Joe and one jumped into his

brother, and they're like, fuck, what do we do?

We're two dudes and they just kill each other.

So the female escapes and

it eventually landed in Heather.

Right.

But wait, wait, wait.

Yeah.

These things are like, crazy.

They're like, I don't know,

they're like parasites or something.

They need hosts.

Wait, wait, wait.

What about Neville and the patients?

It controlled them.

It makes them do things.

How do we stop him?

We gotta, we gotta call Alice.

Okay.

All right. Look, her phone number is

- 756-5827. - Correct.

I know.

Just please

tell her to get the fuck out of there.

Honey.

Honey, would you get the phone?

Hello.

This is the Jackson the family.

We're not here. Leave a message.

Bye bye.

I just thought you should.

Tell me.

Where is she?

Bill!

Jim?

Jim! Get out of here!

Get out of here right now!

- Come here, Alice. - No!

Let me get out!

Let me get a better look.

Get the fuck out of here!

Now Jim, leave!

No!

Get out of my house, you son of a bitch!

Get out now!

So beautiful.

A bride of Christ!

You fucking pervert!

You fucking sick motherfucker!

Alice. Call the police now!

I'm going.

Oh,

Heather.

It's daddy.

Los Angeles police.

You're under arrest, James.

What is this all about?

Don't move.

Suspicion of child molestation.

Get down you fucking.

I didn't do it.

- Daddy? - Heather! Heather!

Bill it's not working.

It won't allow that Alice.

No no no no no no.

Ow, no.

Where?

No! No.

No! Don't tell him Alice.

No no no no no no.

Tell me, where is she?

- Jim please. - Shut up!

Tell me.

Don't touch that switch.

No no, no!

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Where?

Oh, God forgive me.

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Oh, my.

Stop it! No!

No! No!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

Thy staff and thy rod comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before

me in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oils.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy will

follow me all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Amen.

Father?

I found you.

You've been touched by the hand of God.

Remember?

The resplendent aura

of my lover's light drew near and held colloquy with me.

Soul to soul.

Perfect silence,

and interchange in thought.

It's the hour of our approaching triumph.

Alice?

Alice?

Huh?

They're dead.

Of course they are.

It looks like they.

Looks like he tortured them.

How do we find him now?

This.

Better than Boston church.

Heather.

We gotta go. Come on.

Ambrose.

Ambrose.

Rejoice.

What have you done?

I've prepared her womb

with the sperm of Canaan.

We're ready now.

Do it.

Do what?

Fulfill your destiny.

Ambrose London.

Honey, what's taking you?

See?

See.

I saw their cosmic offspring flying through the sky

searching for hosts.

They get in through the air we breathe.

Through our minds.

Through our bodies.

I wonder this too.

The doctor.

I'm really more care about you.

So why don't you tell me about Sonia and your daughter, Lucy?

Shh.

Ambrose.

Ambrose.

Ambrose. Hello?

I'm sorry.

I killed them.

Through me,

so they could spread their seed.

How did you know that you, you're the one?

The machine.

You got to watch the tape.

They recorded everything.

Prodigious valleys.

The meadows.

The cities.

The palaces of light that they traveled.

Wait a minute.

No.

We traveled.

Do you know what?

It didn't want a peasant.

No, they didn't want Joe Slater or Jim Fhelleps.

No. These are beings of power.

They're important.

Yeah.

Yeah. You really need to watch that tape, doctor.

No Lynn didn't.

Your machine and all the tapes, along with most of the files,

are destroyed or destroyed by the patients.

Destroyed that you and Doctor Barnard, release.

It was Neville?

- It was Jim. - Shh.

Is it?

Oh my God.

Is it warm in here?

Yes.

- Yes. - Yeah.

Listen to me.

Can you go outside and precisely.

Carefully check what's wrong with

the air conditioning?

The air conditioning, okay?

Oh, God.

You hot, Doctor?

Doctor, I tell you the truth.

Since the Nippon Shimada Corporation purchased the

Arkham Asylum, they have been upgrading the facility.

You know, I know it takes time, but not that long, you know?

Okay. Right.

We can only accept.

So please be patient with these minor and temperature.

Wait a minute.

You're telling me,

that something doesn't seem strange, huh?

Like, what's on the news?

Is everybody infected?

The global pandemic.

Please be patient with me. It's my.

Somebody get in? And also some.

Some. Some mutations.

You gotta tell him.

I mean, maybe maybe they could find a cure.

It's damp down here.

The juices run.

It's wet, it's wet.

Wait a minute.

Did you say mutations?

Yes. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Doctor!

Is it hot here?

God, it's so fucking.

Oh, my God, it's burning!

It's burning.

Burning between my legs.

Everyone's either, you know,

fucking or fighting,

you know?

This whole naughty things and then getting to dirty house.

Please,

please please please.

Fuck.

Please.

Please fuck.

Fuck my dirty hole.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck my dirty hole.

Wait a minute.

It's inside of you, isn't it?

Yes.

I'm horny.

Inside me. Yes. Oh.

Please.

Please inside me.

I'm gonna cum.

I'm gonna cum, Doctor.

Doctor.

Doctor.

I'm sorry.

This is not how I behave.

I don't know what's going on.

I'm sorry.

I really need a good fuck from you.

Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

Inside.

I need a good fuck.

Fuck. Okay.

I need to fuck.

Wait a minute.

Why isn't it in me.

It was the machine.

Of course.

It amplified the brainwaves.

Pushed evolution like it did Jim Fhelleps.

Except. Except different.

Perhaps different this time.

He was an alien.

Huh?

Glorious. Oh, Sonia.

We shall meet again.

Perhaps the shining Miss Orion's sword.

Perhaps on a bleak plateau in prehistoric Asia.

Or maybe,

in our dreams.

Perhaps in another form, an eon hence.

When the solar system has been swept away.

Let go!

Jim stop!

Jim.