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MAN: Who prays for Satan?

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]