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(eerie ensemble tones) (clock ticking)

(anxious electronic tones)

[Cultists] Welcome home, step right in.

Hear my breath, feel my skin.

Welcome home, step inside.

Watch me dance or watch me die.

(maniacal cackling)

♪ There to waste and simmer in hell ♪

♪ If you do not avail yourself unto Jesus ♪

♪ If you do not repent your sins ♪

♪ You will reside in chains and steel and curse and silver ♪

♪ You can be absolved of yours ♪

(anxious ensemble music)

♪ All because you are a tragedy ♪

♪ All because you never repented ♪

(anxious mid tempo drumbeat)

♪ Came unto you and you turned away ♪

♪ Now you are forever damned ♪

♪ You are sentenced to an infinity of anguish and torment ♪

♪ For all that your human soul ♪

All right, this is where you get out.

About a mile and a half up those tracks, there's a town.

[Mr. Mouse] Thanks for the lift.

♪ Desire ♪

♪ Desire is the devil's pitchfork ♪

♪ Fountains of wicked sinners ♪

(anxious ensemble music)

- Howdy partner. - Howdy.

(low eerie operatic music)

(bell rings)

Can I help you?

Yes, I need a room, the cheaper the better please.

It seems you've come to the right place.

Rooms are $25 a night.

Cash only.

[Mr. Mouse] Okay.

Just a moment.

I know, you don't have to tell me every time.

Room number five.

No shower

and you gotta wiggle around the toilet handle a little bit

or it'll run all night

and check-out time is at 11 a.m.

Okay, thank you.

Hey,

is there like a good place to get

a bite to eat around here at this late hour?

Up on the highway there's the all night diner.

You can't miss it.

Okay.

Thanks.

(eerie dramatic tone)

(faint electronic static, chatter)

(relaxed country music)

Hey cutie, I already closed down

the grill but I can offer you a hamburger.

Oh, a hamburger would be great.

Okay great, and what do you want to drink?

- Just a water please. - Okay, sounds good.

- Comin' right up. - Thanks.

(sizzling)

♪ I'm just a cowboy ♪

♪ Traveling all alone ♪

(ominous tones)

♪ You can be my cowgirl ♪

♪ I will let you ride ♪

♪ Be my cowgirl missy ♪

- There you go honey, enjoy. - Thank you, looks good.

Thanks hon.

(relaxed country guitar music)

[DJ] That song always reminded me of her

and I'll always remember her.

Here's an old favorite,

Moonlight Bay by the Crane Yard Quartet.

- All finished? - Mm hmm.

There you go.

- The restroom? - Right down there.

♪ Voices hum ♪

♪ Crooning over Moonlight Bay ♪

♪ Banjos strum ♪

♪ Tuning while the moonbeams play ♪

(ominous tones)

♪ People hear the voices ringing ♪

Oh.

Don't you want any change?

(anxious violin, guitar tones)

(engine rumbling)

Hey babe.

(train creaking, rattling)

I had to.

Well,

it's done now.

Yeah.

Well,

I'll see you soon.

(light clanking)

(low static)

(eerie warbling tones)

(typewriter clicking)

(tense tones)

(typewriter clicking)

(screaming) (maniacal laughing)

[Cultist] Time to play.

(coughing)

(tires screeching)

(anxious synthesized guitar tones)

(faint cackling)

(anxious light piano tones)

(engine rumbling)

[Mr. Mouse] How the fuck did you find me?

[Cultist] You've got the devil in you, Mr. Mouse.

(maniacal laughing)

(anxious synthesized music)

(engine rumbling)

(panting, heavy breathing)

(ominous tones)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic up tempo drumbeat)

(engine rumbling)

[Cultist] Mr. Mouse.

(maniacal laughing)

Keep running, Mr. Mouse?

(clattering)

(cranking)

(relaxed trumpet, flute music)

♪ Someday I'll find my love again ♪

♪ And then I'll make you mine ♪

♪ I may not know the where or when ♪

♪ Will you come running ♪

(clattering)

♪ Leave me wandering ♪

(cackling laughter)

♪ My darling, if you're looking ♪

♪ If you're looking ♪

(rapid piano tones)

♪ In valleys deep ♪

♪ And oceans wide from now ♪

♪ Until the end of time ♪

♪ I'll turn the whole world on its side ♪

♪ And find you love ♪

♪ I'll find you and make you mine ♪

♪ You left me feeling sad and blue ♪

♪ How can you hurt me so ♪

♪ But what glad things we're sure to do ♪

♪ Oh, when I've finally found you ♪

♪ I'll wrap my arms around you ♪

♪ Wandering, I'm still wandering ♪

♪ Looking high and low for you ♪

♪ I'm still wandering, my darling ♪

♪ If you're looking ♪

♪ If you're looking for me ♪

♪ In valleys deep ♪

(metallic jingling)

♪ From now until the end of time ♪

♪ I'll turn the whole world on its side ♪

♪ And find you love ♪

♪ I'll find you and make you mine ♪

Hey darling.

Why are you so shy?

Huh?

I'm thinking maybe it's all an act.

Yeah.

Slippery, slippery.

Fuck are you looking at?

(ominous ensemble tones)

(tense, ominous guitar tones)

Mr. Mouse.

Is it

seeing things yet?

Things get more

interesting

when it's seeing things.

(low, ominous ensemble tones)

(electronic warbling)

(soft, anxious guitar tones)

(sharp, ominous tone)

[Ghost] Every dead thing has thoughts.

Every dead thing has thoughts.

Every dead thing has thoughts.

(anxious warbling electronic tones)

(growling)

(synthesized cackling)

(cat snarling)

- (knocking) - Anyone home?

Do I know you?

No, no and I'm so sorry but there

are some guys that are chasing me right now.

- Yeah, I'm not interested. - No no please, please.

It's an emergency, I'm not trying to do anything funny.

I just need to get someplace safe and call the cops, please.

How do I know you're not some nutcase?

You don't and I totally understand that but

if these guys track me here, you could be

in just as much trouble as I am right now.

For Christ's sake, come on in.

Thank you, thank you.

[Farmer] Shut the door for Christ's sake.

♪ Down with you, down with you, down with you ♪

♪ These are the screams of rage ♪

- You can have a seat. - Thank you.

♪ Rise up like a demon and drag you down ♪

♪ To the darkest and most unfathomable horrors ♪

[Ghost] Every dead thing has thoughts.

[Farmer] So,

what exactly is all this trouble you got coming?

I don't even know.

I just got here today and these guys in masks, they broke

into my motel room and they injected me with something

and that's why I'm still fuckin' messed up.

They started chasing me all over town.

I don't know who these guys are or what they want.

Oh really?

Let me get this straight, some wackos from town

got you high and then started chasing you around.

Yeah but no, not like that, these guys are serious.

They have weapons, they're psychotic.

I'd offer you a drink but I think you've had enough.

What you need is Jesus.

Everyone could use a little bit more Jesus

and everybody asks for a little bit more Jesus.

Can I have a little bit more Jesus?

Just a little more Jesus?

But you gotta wonder,

what in the hell is in it for Jesus?

(engine rumbling)

All right, that's enough of this shit.

I'm gonna see what these clowns want.

No, I don't think you wanna go out there.

I'm serious, just let the cops handle it.

No one's gonna come onto my land and fuck with me.

Stupid bastards brought a bat and a crowbar to a gun fight.

Sons a bitches.

(gunshot booms)

(deep, ominous tone)

(anxious light drumbeat) (warbling electronic tones)

(engine rumbling)

(anxious electronic music)

(engine rumbling)

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Yes.

- Can I help you? - Oh, thank God.

I need you to call for help,

there are some men that are chasing me right now.

Okay, okay, are you sure you're okay now son?

You seem to be in a bit of a state.

Yeah, no no, they drugged me.

I know what it seems but I'm not imagining things.

They just killed some man,

I saw it and now they're after me.

Okay, okay, okay, it's all right now.

Just sit down, this is a sanctuary.

No one's gonna harm you here.

[Mr. Mouse] These kinda guys

don't care about your sanctuary.

It's okay son, you just wait here now.

I'm gonna go in the back and phone the police.

Just remember this is the House of God,

no harm will come to you here, okay?

- Thank you, hurry. - I will, I will.

(clock ticking)

(engine rumbling)

Could you come right away?

I think he's on drugs and he may become violent.

(scream)

(dial tone beeping rapidly)

(ominous organ music)

Sanctuary! (cackling laughter)

(bell ringing)

(tense ensemble tones)

(ominous organ music)

Sanctuary!

(maniacal laughing)

Sanctuary!

- Sanctuary! - Sanctuary!

(engine rumbling)

(knocking)

[Eliot] Hello there.

- Honey, we've got a guest. - Well, let him in.

- It's chilly out there. - Yes, of course.

Come in please, you must be chilled.

I'm make you some hot cocoa.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You look familiar, like we've

known each other in a past life maybe.

I don't think so.

[Eliot] Yes, I see it too.

We're always meeting people from past lives.

Different stories, you know?

Yes, different stories.

[Mr. Mouse] I'm sorry, this is a real emergency.

I need you to phone the police,

some guys are chasing me okay?

[Cabin Lady] Did you hear that, Eliot?

Someone is chasing him.

I just need to use your phone for...

Whoa, I'll call the police.

You just sit down and have yourself some hot cocoa.

Yes, police?

Yes, I've got a man with me

who says that people are chasing him.

Yes.

Yes of course.

Yes.

1023 Oak Lane.

Okay, see you soon.

There we are, they're on their way

and we can all relax.

This is so exciting.

A drifter being chased, the police.

Think of the stories I'll have to tell the girls.

- How's your cocoa? - Cocoa?

I'm sure it's good, I'm just not really interested in cocoa.

You know, we did know each other in a past life.

We were together, you and me.

You were an awful man.

[Eliot] Now honey, be reasonable.

You can't hold him responsible for past lives.

No Eliot, he was horrible.

He was a horrible, horrible man.

No no, I don't know you, I don't know her.

- I've never, ever known you. - Now honey, stop it.

You're startling our guest, you don't want him to leave.

Not yet.

Please, stay awhile longer,

at least until the authorities arrive.

(thud)

(anxious violin tones)

(relaxed trumpet tones)

(relaxed violin tones)

It's amazing.

It's the solo of being between lives.

What?

The true all and unyielding, unleaking universe.

I don't understand. (voice echoing)

Every dead thing has thoughts.

(buzzing)

God, I'm so happy you're here.

I've missed you so much.

You're so beautiful. (voice echoing)

Yours is a wounded happiness.

I still don't understand. (voice echoing)

But how could you?

You're already dead.

(ominous ensemble tones)

(screams)

(growling, hissing)

(snarling)

What the fuck is that thing?

Why?

Why are you guys doing this to me?

[Clown] It doesn't need a reason.

[Cultist] Because you're the mouse

and we're the cat.

(sadistic laughing)

You wanna play?

Or should we finish it now?

I'm gonna kill you.

[Clown] That's what they all say.

[Devil] Come on, we've still got miles to go.

Hey, in ya go. (screams)

(sadistic laughter)

- Is it scared? - Is it scared?

[Devil] Watch your head,

don't want you go get hurt.

[Clown] The world is wrought

with you fucking people.

You think we're the bad guys?

We're the fucking entertainment.

You think wearing a mask makes you a fuckin' entertainer?

[Clown] It's better than being fucking boring.

- You're fucking insane. - I am insane.

Boring Mr. Mouse, just like all

the other boring fucking people.

Weak-willed, pathetic, impotent,

sick with desire

and fastened to a dying animal.

Shut the fuck up!

(gunshot booms)

(gurgling)

You see?

That's fucking entertaining.

That's what I want from you.

Ha ha.

Run Mr. Mouse,

run!

(low, tense drumbeat)

(up tempo electronic dance music)

(people hooting, cheering)

Don't worry, calm down.

They just think you're joking around.

What's the problem, maybe I can help.

Look, I know what this looks like all right?

But I'm not crazy, they drugged me.

Everything I'm about to say is the absolute truth.

There are fucking psychopaths there and they got

weapons and they're hunting me down right now.

This is a small town, everybody knows everybody.

I can understand if it seems a little strange.

I don't care what it sounds like, all right?

And I don't even think anyone's from this fuckin' town.

It's okay, calm down.

- Can you describe them to me? - Yeah.

Yeah, the leader, he's like a biker with long hair

and he's got a clown mask on and a baseball bat and...

Fuck, the other guy is, I don't know,

he's wearing a devil's mask and

they're driving a convertible, one of those old ones.

Blue I think.

That's funny, that sounds exactly like somebody I know,

Mr. Mouse.

Shit, no, no. (scream)

Fuck, fuck!

[Clown] Then

it gets in the cage.

[Mr. Mouse] Fuck you.

[Clown] It gets in the fucking cage!

Did I stutter?

[Mr. Mouse] You're fuckin' crazy.

[Cultist] We're taking you for a ride, Mr. Mouse.

You're fucking crazy!

[Cultist] A handsome little mouse for delivery.

(fire crackling)

Are we like the man in the cage?

[Cultists] No, we are not like the man in the cage.

Are we controlled by the fates around us?

[Cultists] No, we are free to choose our own fate.

And what fate do we choose for the man in the cage?

(chanting in foreign language)

What the hell is wrong with you people?

Let me outta here!

Let me outta here!

Please.

Guys, guys, you don't have to do this okay?

We can talk about it, what do you guys want?

I'll do anything you need me to do.

(engine rumbling)

Stop!

(dramatic mid tempo drumbeat)

(screaming)

(cackling laughter)

(dramatic mid tempo drumbeat)

(engine rumbling)

(chain clanking)

[Cultist] Woo, that was rocking!

[Mr. Mouse] Fuck.

- You broke my cage. - Was all you mother fucker.

(hooting)

[Clown] The storm's a-brewing Mr. Mouse.

That's the spirit, run!

(engine rumbling)

Hello Mr. Mouse.

I see you got yourself into a little maze.

Does it think

it can find its way out?

(low, anxious electronic tones)

(low, anxious ensemble tones)

(mirror shattering)

(clattering)

(anxious warbling tones)

(clattering)

(thud) (grunting)

(shattering)

[Devil] You know, it's only a matter of time

before you stop playing. (glass shatters)

Fuck. (gunshots booming)

[Clown] What the fuck?

[Devil] I'm done fuckin' around with this guy.

[Clown] Smoke him out.

(engine rumbling)

(coughing)

(warbling electronic tones)

(engine rumbling)

(tense trumpet tones)

(distant sirens blaring)

Fuck.

Fuck.

I can't take it.

(metallic creaking)

Fuck.

Get me the fuck outta here!

(banging)

(engine rumbling)

(low, tense violin tones)

[Devil] Whoa whoa whoa, whoa.

What's the matter, you don't like the company?

Come on, get out.

Get out.

[Clown] Welcome to the hangar.

Ah.

I love that industrial smell.

It smells like

shit's gettin' dark.

[Devil] Time to get shit done.

Move.

You can move or you can end up

like your trunk buddy over there.

Move.

(low, tense violin tones)

Don't you wanna see

how it ends?

(low, warbling guitar tones)

Move.

Keep moving.

Move.

Move.

I said... (grunt, thud)

(anxious electronic tones)

[Clown] You think I'm fuckin' around?

You think I'm fuckin' playing, huh?

- What the fuck! - We need to keep him alive

and conscious, otherwise all this was for nothing.

Let's just get him to the chair.

(groan)

I've

hacked this unit

to create a feedback loop between your brain,

the sound

and the lights.

It causes quite

exquisite

hallucinations.

But we're gonna give you a little help with that too.

(electric humming)

[Clown] The more you panic,

the more you struggle against your thoughts,

the worse it's gonna get. (maniacal laughter)

[Devil] And that's the beauty of it.

You're torturing yourself.

Just kill me already.

(electronic humming, buzzing)

(warbling electronic tones)

[Farmer] More Jesus.

Can I have just a little bit more Jesus?

Jesus, can I have a little more?

Please Jesus.

Don't you judge me!

(fluctuating electronic tones)

(wailing)

Fuckin' Mouse. (maniacal laughing)

What it is, Mr. Mouse?

I'm gonna call them immediately.

(warbling, fluctuating electronic tones)

Every dead thing has thoughts.

(eerie whispering)

(rapid beeping)

(eerie operatic chanting)

(typewriter clicking)

[Dream Girl] It's the solo

of being between lives.

(fluctuating electronic tones)

(gasping)

(low eerie electronic music)

(eerie operatic chanting)

[Cultists] Welcome home, step right in.

Hear my breath, feel my skin.

Welcome home, step inside.

Watch me dance or watch me die.

(anxious ensemble music)

(clock ticking)

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(typewriter clicking)

(static police radio chatter)

(ominous ensemble music)

(static police radio chatter)

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(ominous violin, cello music)

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