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Relax.

You're not alone.

-Don't be afraid. -Don't listen to them!

-What are you doing? -Why are you here?

-Go back to bed. -You need more caffeine.

You need more coffee for a day like today.

-What are you doing? -Go back to bed.

-Not enough coffee. -You need more coffee for...

You need more caffeine.

-Why are you here? -Go back to bed.

-Get out of here. -What were you thinking?

-You idiot! -Not enough coffee.

-Just leave. -You idiot!

-Go back to bed. -Imbecile!

-This is pointless. -You're above this.

-You need more caffeine. -Get out of here!

-What are you doing? -You're above this.

-Go home. -Go home.

-This is a bad idea. -You used to have standards.

When did your standards drop?

-You're not safe! -Pointless.

-A terrible idea. -Just leave.

What happened to your self-respect?

-Calm down. -You idiot!

-Get out of here. -A terrible idea.

You can't back out now.

The voices are louder today.

Their tone tinged with a sense of caution

that's hard to ignore.

Despite this, Cliff Van Aarle is looking forward

to his fourth coffee of the morning,

and the first for today's peculiar meeting.

Drink it. -It's too hot.

Don't trust them.

Sugar?

Van Aarle is interested but sceptical.

Is that actually sugar?

No doubt the sugar is laced

with some concoction--

It's got a bit of a kick. Little bit of my own recipe.

-The lad confirms. -Uh, milk?

Again, the offer is declined.

-No, thanks. -He likes

-his coffee black. -I like it black.

-Can't trust him, no... -Alright.

Are you familiar with the theory of...

..unconscious awareness?

The 'Hidden Observer' in our subconscious

that absorbs far more from our senses

than we can process consciously.

It has a better memory, intuition, insight.

Normally only accessible during hypnosis,

but what if, in waking,

we could access that deeper part of ourselves?

Overcome the limitations of our conscious mind.

Well, that's where I come in. A problem solver.

See, I have a lot of experience with the human mind.

A little hypnosis, subconscious suggestion...

..psychoactive chemical work.

Now, I don't want to get into details, but...

..let's say I've experimented with certain...

..methods.

Survived a few...accidents.

And without wanting to scare you off...

..I hear voices.

A sense of paracusia

in that...

..the link between my internal senses and external perceptions

are somewhat blurred.

I hear my own thoughts

as though they're other people's voices speaking to me.

Now, it's not all useful,

and there have been mishaps, such as a, uh...

..narrator, which is kind of...

..annoying.

But otherwise my condition serves me well.

And, over time,

I've managed to tune out the noises

and tap into that part of the brain

which otherwise doesn't have a voice.

It speaks, I listen.

It gives me a unique perspective on things,

and that is what makes me useful to people like you.

The clients -Aaron Birch and Brodie McAllister -

their wits dim even before their injuries,

are unresponsive.

Any questions before we begin?

They said you'd be weird.

He masks his frustration with more coffee.

-That wasn't a question. -Oh, no...

Already he knows this job is not worth his time.

What is wrong with these two?

-Useless. -You're better than this.

He's definitely going to need--

I'm gonna need more coffee.

You're better than this.

So let's get this story straight.

You two are drug dealers.

Ah-ah-ah! Dude. We're entrepreneurs.

Innovators in a new paradigm

of high-end illicit pharmaceuticals.

The good shit.

-In what market? -How is this relevant, man?

I need context before I can begin.

So, am I correct in thinking that...

..neither of you four-twenty geniuses

have any understanding what happened here?

I told you over the phone.

No, you were shitting yourself, giving me some speech

about an assault on your 'place of business',

'infrastructure' damage, loss of 'assets'.

Well, Shaggy's mum's place and a few bags of powder?

Mmm...

Hardly what I was expecting.

Look...you guys have buzzwords,

but I want details.

What market?

OK, OK.

We enterprise in the high-end supply chain

of street-level, er...

Waste of time. -..er...goods.

Totes. See, Double-A, he is the business.

I sling the product.

And No-Arms, he handles production.

-No-Arms? -Yeah.

-He's the drug master, dude. -Nuh, uh...

-He's a manufacturer... -Here we go.

..operating this bold new start-up

designing custom chems in his laboratory.

-You know? It's early days... -Waste of time.

..but I've negotiated a...mutual partnership

which is beneficial to both enterprises.

His shit is the shit. You feel me?

Oh...I feel ya, home dawg.

So you two sling this guy's shit for cash.

Now, I'm paraphrasing, of course, but that's the gist

of what you're trying to tell me, right?

It's very lucrative.

Oh, I'm sure it is.

And no doubt your little innovations

are starting to turn some heads,

which is exactly why you find yourselves

in this, uh...

..little predicament.

How did this happen?

This looks like your run-of-the-mill

drug-fuelled murder.

However, something feels...wrong.

The two boys have too much fear in their eyes

and something they said on the phone

had sparked Van Aarle's curiosity.

The zombie.

-Why'd you call him that? -You've seen this before!

He wasn't all there, you know?

-It was...walking-dead shit. -It's him!

I've never seen a man act like that before.

-He was like an animal. -It's happening again.

He's seen this before.

It's your father. -You know him?

Have any history?

Nah. Never saw the guy in my life.

-It's your father's work. -Until he came in,

bustin' up the place, like...

So which one of you, um...

And which of one you, uh...

..decapitated the other one?

It's all happening again.

-He a zombie too? -This is a bad sign.

-Don't get involved. -You need to know.

-It's him! -You want to do it.

-Your father's work! -You need to do it.

-You have to stop him. -Say yes.

-Say no. -You need to do it.

-Not good! -You need to do it.

-You want to do it. -Say yes.

Run me through it.

OK, well, I couldn't sleep, right?

So I was up at, like, I dunno, 6am or somethin',

countin' this mad haul from last week,

and everything's cool, dude, normal.

Then I hear this sound outside.

There's a dude just standing out the front

staring at us.

I thought maybe he was a local tweaker, you know?

But this was weird.

Then bang!

A second guy is smashing the door in.

So I grab a cricket bat,

thinking I'll, like, scare him off,

but, dude, this was something else, like,

I was not ready for this.

That's when I wake up. Screaming -everywhere.

I see these...things.

They were trying to eat him.

Yeah, I almost lost a finger.

Anyway, we saw no other option, you know?

Either we're dead or they're dead.

So we...

We had to... I had to...

Shit's fucked, man.

The story added little insight,

but mention of the money was significant.

How exactly, Van Aarle wasn't sure.

Tell me more about this money.

How'd you come across this... 'mad haul'?

We broke ground last week.

We saw a weakness in a competitor's model

and we capitalised...

You cut in on another dealer's game?

Dude, we straight-up obliterated his game.

We're the new players on the block. Right?

No-Arms has researched the competition

and improved the recipes.

The public love it.

And we're gaining customers! In just three...

You stole a recipe!

Improved! Like I said, we're opening doors...

Cut the crap, alright?

You have no idea what you're getting yourselves into.

-Do you think this is just... -Don't baby us, Mr Van Aarle.

I know these guys were sent here.

I know the competition wants our heads.

That's why we called.

I want to know who they are, I want to know where they are...

We called around. Your name came up.

From who?

Hess. -Goddammit.

What was she thinking? -How dare she.

-People are going to die. -Get out now.

-How dare she. -This is a bad idea.

-Zombies! -Get out.

-Get out of there. -Don't get involved.

-How many more will die?! -Get out!

I have to use the bathroom.

Ahoy-hoy?

What the hell were you thinking?

Nice to hear from you too, Cliffy.

These guys are halfwits, Hess,

and yet you handball them off to me?

How do you even know them?

Ah, you've met the dealers.

Look, they're alright.

I worked a job with Double-A once.

Friend of a friend. You know the dealio.

Double-A?

So you're on dumb nickname basis too. Great.

How do you stand these guys, Hess?

Hey, I know they don't look much, but they pay well.

OK? I know you need the money.

And this little fix they got themselves in

-sounded right up your alley. -So you know about the, uh...

I know about the zombies, yeah.

They called me crying and screaming into the phone and...

Hey...

..don't tell me that you're gonna say no.

You know what this could mean?

You know I do.

That's why they need you.

Well...

..I don't need them.

The money, then. What about your sister?

Ah. This is your way of using leverage now?

Come on, Hess. I thought we were better friends than that.

Look, I thought I was doing you a favour.

I told them you're not cheap. They should cough up the goods.

No, you don't understand.

I can see where this is going, and it's not a good place.

I don't want to do this anymore.

Too many people get hurt.

Fair enough.

What?

Is that it?

Hey, it's your decision.

I understand.

No. None of this reverse psychology crap, Hess, come on.

What?

You can't go through this again.

-Help the poor boys. -Do it for your sister.

-Hypnosis. -Mind control.

-You know... -Ditch them.

You're the only one who can stop this.

You're all going to die!

Coffee.

OK, first things first.

You two are in some pretty deep shit.

Now, if I'm right, whoever sent these men

has used some pretty scary methods.

Namely -and this is why I'm here -

mind control.

Now, these 'zombies'

have had their minds invaded, broken.

They're what's known in the industry as 'Hollow Men'.

Have either of you searched the bodies?

Can you do it?

Make a Hollow Man?

No.

And even if I could, I wouldn't.

Out of all the ways to abuse someone's mind...

..this is the worst.

Octopus. -What does it mean?

No name. No number. Just the octopus.

Octopus. -Where have you seen this...?

There's something about it.

What does it mean? -This is not good.

Mean anything to you?

Perhaps it should.

It's a calling card.

You know what this could mean.

-You killed your father. -You can't deny it!

-He's dead. -You need the money.

-He is gone. -Don't.

-Get out of there. -Do it for Louisa.

-He can't hurt you anymore. -Yes, he can!

-He will! -Daddy will never leave you.

Daddy will never leave you...

OK, I'll take the job,

but on one condition.

If I have to fire this weapon, my fee goes up.

Now, I might be a criminal,

but I draw the line somewhere.

You two guys are in very serious danger,

which means there is a very high chance

more people are gonna die.

Van Aarle leaves pleased

with the price that was negotiated,

knowing it will improve the mood of his next appointment.

No backing out now.

-What will you tell your sister?

-Are you being watched? -Hospital.

-Quickly. -You're in danger.

-You're too exposed! -Get back to your car!

You're too exposed.

-You don't want to be late. -There's no rush.

As he makes the long walk back to his car,

as usual, parked a block away from his meeting,

he notices that he is not alone.

White van! -Don't look!

-Ten metres! Two men! -Peripheral vision. Look.

Don't move.

-Stand your ground. -Stand your ground.

The God of Testosterone

had found his chosen ones in these two.

Don't move.

He won't admit it, but he's glad to see them pass.

Just breathe.

Only a recon team, not assassins.

Car engine behind you. -Behind you.

Following.

This, however, is something new.

A third party is following the followers.

And it would appear that...

You're going insane. -What is going on?

Perhaps the caffeine is affecting him more today.

Too much coffee.

-Are you going mad? -Don't panic!

As he finds himself

jumping blindly into the deep end,

all he can think is...

No escape. -Relax.

..curiosity killed the cat.

To Van Aarle, this is all reality is.

Signals.

Peaks and troughs.

Everything that defines a person.

All they see, touch, smell,

everything.

Lines so easily bent.

A scary thought.

As far as anyone can tell,

his sister is currently experiencing

a fully realised reality of her own,

confined entirely within her own mind.

You should have known.

As real to her as this room is to him.

-It was him! -If it weren't for

their psychotic father using them as guinea pigs

in his mind-altering experiments...

Shut up, shut up! -Don't talk about that, no...

Turns out I might have the money we need, so...

..I can take care of you and...

..you can come home.

Might?

Might?

I'm gonna have to do something.

Get involved with some things

that I promised myself I wouldn't.

So you don't want to do it.

Don't worry about the money.

It's not just about getting you home.

These people, 'organisation', whoever they are...

..they're bad.

Don't say it.

-They remind me of, well... -Him!

..you know.

If I do this...

..if I make it the last...

If I can get you home...

So you want to be forgiven, is that it?

You know I don't blame you.

Ah, but that's just what I want you to say.

You're just my brain with her voice.

You know her, though. You know how she'd feel.

Can't be that far off.

Well...

..ah, I can't take your... my word for it.

Besides...

..if I do nothing...

..I don't think I'll be able to live it down.

Then you don't need my advice.

You already know.

Do what you need to do.

Coward. Your fault.

-You should've known. -You've failed her.

-Monster. -Coward.

How could you let him do it to her?

-She's never gonna wake up. -Freak!

-Failure. -Monster.

-You should've done more! -You owe her.

Well, that's my time up.

I'm, uh...

..off to a meeting with a gentleman named No-Arms.

We're having a pizza, apparently.

Ah...splendid.

Mm, the people you meet on this job, eh?

One last time...

..I promise.

Cactus, candles and pizza.

In the palace of the man named No-Arms.

Never has a man's nickname been so misleading.

So...where would you like to begin?

You don't belong here. -This is insane.

The world didn't seem to be making sense anymore.

But, rather than question it, Van Aarle stuck to the case.

Your, um...

..'associates' tell me that you came across

a rival chemist's recipe.

Started making knock-offs?

Ah...my product is no 'knock-off'.

I make...

..art out of other's garbage.

-I'm leading a renaissance... -Who's...who's it from?

Look, truth is I don't know who or where it's from.

My man Clyde doesn't give info on his sources,

and I don't ask.

Makes it harder to squeal if nobody knows.

Well, somebody knows.

Hey, put that down, and don't hold it near a flame like that.

-Is this the new one? -Yeah.

Aerosol.

Hell of a kick too.

The rest is out back.

You can take some with you if you like. It's gonna be a hit.

Can I try it?

Well, not near the candles, man!

It's flammable!

Besides, you know the rule.

"No-one gets high in the palace."

It's a sacred place.

This is insane. -These people...

Hmm...

OK, can we get back on track, guys?

we need to be proactive.

-OK? Turn this thing around. -Not more of this...

-Every problem... -That's enough, shut them up.

..is an opportunity in disguise. And now that--

Do you recognise this?

Joubini.

This is Joubini's card.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on, you stole from the Joubini?

-Fuck, man! -What's the connection?

Curious. Joubini is a ghost.

Supposedly the head of a secretive drug empire,

only nobody has ever met him...

-Hypnosis. -..heard him speak,

never even received written orders.

Not even the dealers who claim to sell his product--

No. That's just an urban legend.

How do you know?

I saw a card like this a few years ago.

Only this once.

A man I used to work for claimed he was the Joubini.

Wanted people to fear him, I guess.

He was head of a growing drug ring.

Doing well.

With my drugs, of course.

And, well, nobody questioned it.

Nobody knew Joubini.

Maybe he was? We just all went along with it.

Until he was murdered.

We knew then who the real Joubini was.

The card was nailed to him.

-And he was... -Slaughtered.

-Killed. -Bad news.

-You could be next. -Nobody knows.

We shit ourselves.

We hid the evidence, pretended it never happened.

We never spoke of Joubini again.

Somehow, something in the back of Van Aarle's head...

This seems to make sense.

You should be very afraid.

Not even the dealers who...

-Trust me, if I had known... -Hey,

Joubini's drugs are the most popular on the market...

Not even the dealers had met him.

Just like your father.

-Psychedelics. -You're all going to die!

We're fucked. He's gonna turn us into, like, zombies or...

-No. Think... -This is insane.

-It can't be a coincidence. -Your father's method!

-Hollow Men! -Get out now.

You can't escape.

-It's worse than you thought! -We're not going after him.

-We make a deal, maybe... -No, no.

-..but we stop this. -No.

It's too late for any of that now.

-It's Clyde. -Your guy?

Tell him we need to speak to him now.

Yo, yo, yo?

Hey... Hang on, what?

Where are you?

OK, dude, you're gonna be OK, just...

Well, just get out of there now.

We'll meet at the safe house, right?

Clyde's in trouble.

Clyde definitely was in trouble,

and now so are they.

-There goes our lead. -Why here?

-How did they find him? -The trail is cold.

But then a darker thought occurs to Van Aarle.

It's a trap! -You'll need your gun.

-Whoa! Come on, man, I mean... -The phone call.

Is that really necessary?

You suggested the safe house, right?

Did he sound weird to you on the phone?

-He was already captured. -Uh, kinda.

Yeah, oh, come to think of it, he sounded...

Can we just think before we go pulling out our guns, OK?

OK.

-Shoot him. -No, man. This is too much.

-What the fuck is going on? -You walked straight into it.

-You're all dead. -It's a trap.

-You walked straight into it. -Hollow Men.

-Mind control... -How many more will die?

You're all going to die.

-Did you hear that? -Did you hear that?

-A sound. -Outside.

-Car door. -In the street.

Footsteps. A group.

-Don't let them in. -Lock the door!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

What the fuck?!

Find a weapon, anything.

We just walked into a fucking trap!

We're dead, we're dead, we're dead, we're dead.

Oh, we're dead. We're dead, we're dead.

We're dead, we're dead, we're dead. We're dead.

There's nothing here.

What was that? -Behind you!

Turn around.

-Glass. -Down the hall.

Shit.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!

go! Go!

Go, man! Let's go!

Ahoy-hoy?

Hess, I need you to do some digging

on a man named Joubini.

Would it kill you to say hello?

Hess had the coffee ready before Van Aarle arrived.

This means she has bad news.

Well...sounds like you had quite a night.

Sorry I got you into this.

Yeah, well... someone's gotta do something.

And you were right.

It has to be me.

And you getting paid? Enough to take Louisa home?

You can afford to take care of her by yourself?

Yeah, there's plenty.

Enough that I can afford to...

..call it quits after this job and just focus on her.

Which, you know, is the least I could do.

-You're too hard on yourself. -Maybe.

-Change the subject. -She stalls.

Van Aarle didn't come here to talk about the past.

Anyway...

..none of this really matters if we all end up dead.

Or worse.

So...?

Right. Your mystery man.

-She has nothing. -She has bad news.

Please don't tell me.

Never in my life have I worked so hard

to find nothing!

Just rumours, spooky story shit.

Anyone who actually knows this guy

is either dead or so scared...

Surely you can trace the, um, drugs, or the product?

That I can tell you about. It's called Syn.

S-Y-N. Short for some chemical dealio.

Highly psychoactive,

and I mean highly.

It's the only thing I can tie back to the name Joubini,

but I don't know where it comes from.

Nobody does!

Not even the dealers know.

Forgotten. -Why doesn't anybody remember?

Apparently the stuff just 'turns up' on their doorstep.

You know what that sounds like.

Like their memories have been erased.

Just like your father.

Yeah, it makes sense, with...with the Hollow Men,

and the psychoactive drugs...

-Mind...forgotten... -This has to stop now.

It's all very...familiar.

Just like your father.

Someone's been reading up on your father's work.

-Copycat! -It can't be coincidence.

I thought they banned that shit!

Agh! This can't be happening!

-You killed your father. -He broke you.

I can't let anyone else end up like Louisa.

Like me.

I really, really wanna stop this piece of shit

but we've got no leads, Hess.

He's just gonna pick us off one by one.

Look, I get it, I get it. Just...there might be a way.

What if you track down one of these dealers?

I mean, they may not remember now, but...

..who knows what's locked away in their pretty little heads?

That... OK.

That is a good idea,

which I would have gotten to eventually.

I know you would, love.

And why not take Brodie with you?

He knows the streets a bit better.

Anyone but him.

As much as he loathes the idea,

she raises a good point.

Narrator agrees with me, doesn't he?

Just do it. -You can't back out now.

Alright. Alright.

But I'm gonna need a lot more coffee.

Why are you here? -A terrible idea.

-How embarrassing... -Not enough coffee.

-What were you thinking? -Just leave.

-Go back to bed. -This is pointless.

-This is a bad idea. -A terrible idea.

-What are you doing? -This is a bad idea.

-Go home. -Calm down.

Waiting outside Hess's out-of-town safe house

is growing tiresome.

Brodie is a sleeper.

How long do we have to wait?

The drive out itself took an hour

and Van Aarle was growing weary.

The double-shot of caffeine

is working wonders for his paracusia,

but he worries only one thermos won't last the journey ahead.

This was a terrible idea.

-He's useless. -You're wasting your time.

-You're wasting your time. -Just go with it.

You alright?

Nup.

No-Arms?

Yeah.

Man... I don't want to do this anymore.

Unfortunately that's the business.

Well...

..you know...

Anyway, best put it out of your mind.

We got work to do and I need you on your game.

Right. Right.

Right.

Stop saying 'right'.

I need you to tell me

where Joubini's dealers hang, the street corners they use,

the territory.

Shit, man, I dunno.

Nobody knows who Joubini uses on any day.

Sometimes you hear about a dude who's got the stuff,

and then, like, next week he's gone.

Well, can you point me towards people who might know?

-Waste of time. -Uh, well...OK, well...

It's going to be a long night.

Van Aarle has run out of both coffee

and patience.

Talking is useless with these people.

They're either frightened or stupid,

and, either way, results--

Dude, I'm really sorry about this.

Look, it's not your fault.

The whole town's shitting themselves anyway.

Yeah, well...

Oh, it's just around here.

Dude, I was really hoping we wouldn't have to see this guy.

We do not get along.

But if we have to, like, he's the last dude I know.

Look, it's fine, alright?

Leave the talking to me.

Now, what's this guy's name?

Skeleton.

Chief thug wrangler of the Soulless -

the most bloodthirsty gang in town.

This is good.

It means what Van Aarle plans to do

can be done free of guilt.

Oi! Skel!

If it ain't my little bitch, Lemon Fresh.

-Yeah, Lemon Fresh! -Good to see ya!

-Good to see ya, buddy. -Where's ya boyfriend?

Oi, where's ya boyfriend?

Yeah, where is he?

You're talking to me, alright?

-Who the fuck are you? -Yeah. Who the fuck?!

-The fuck are you?! -Who do you think you are?

-What are you doing here? -Oh, big tough guy!

Weapons. -Unarmed.

Overconfident.

-Hockey stick. -Possible knife.

Who do you think you are?

Look, I'm in the market for Joubini's drugs.

-You guys know who's slinging? -Why are ya askin'?

Because I wanna buy some drugs.

That's how dealers work, right, dickhead?

Whew-hoo...!

What the fuck did you just say to me?

Do you know?

This little bitch tell ya that I knew?

Yeah, did this little bitch tell ya? Huh?

-Let him go. -Yeah? Make me!

-Yeah, make him! -Bitch!

Yeah, bitch.

Get outta here.

Look, I'm tired. I've been walking around all day.

All I need is just one little simple answer, alright?

You ain't buying.

What are ya, a cop?

I ain't telling you shit!

Man, I told you this was a bad idea!

What's that, bitch? What? What was that? What?!

Get the fuck outta here

before my boy makes your boy scream--

Scream, bitch! Yeah? What's he gonna do?

Make him scream, bitch? Yeah? Wait, hang on.

Your mate's gonna get himself killed.

You sure you know what you're doing?

-Is he gonna make him scream? -Hey, fuck you!

-Great job... -Wait!

Hope you have a plan.

-You're fucked now, mate. -Don't screw this up.

Yeah, fuck him up.

Alright, you're stronger than me, I admit it.

-Teach him a lesson! -You're big strong boys.

-You win. -Pussy.

Guys, no, don't pick up that hockey stick...

-Yeah, teach him! -Oh, no, we're gonna fight!

-Grab the hockey stick. -Kneecap.

-Swing. -He's not ready.

-Face. -Groin.

-Neck. -Headbutt.

Well done!

No, no, no, no.

No, you don't.

I'm sorry...

..but then again I don't really have much patience

for people like you.

Why do we have to fight, hey, Skeleton?

Can't we just talk?

Fuck you!

Hey, Skeleton.

Have you heard of testicular torsion?

It happens when your spermatic cord twists,

cutting off all circulation.

Don't struggle, my friend.

You're only...you're only gonna make it worse.

Have you heard the name Joubini?

With a twist,

you will feel the worst pain you have ever felt.

Joubini...

You don't know who you're fucking with.

And then there's the nausea, the vomiting.

The dealer.

He'll kill you.

He'll kill anyone he thinks helped you.

So, after hours of unfathomable agony,

you suffer what's called irreversible ischaemia.

And then... you're no longer a man.

Fuck you!

Uh, no. You won't be fucking anyone.

We'll do this on the count of three.

One...

..two...

..three.

Skeleton turned out to be a true gentleman.

His helpful information

leads them down into the seedy underbelly of the city

and directly to their bounty.

Now, just like last time, I'll take care of this.

He looks pretty cooked, man.

Yeah.

You just stay here. OK?

Oh, shit! -Gentle does it.

What the hell, man?

That was some straight-up wizard shit right there.

It's called snap induction.

This guy's already highly suggestible.

That's why Joubini chose him.

All I did was interrupt an automatic unthinking response.

Shaking hands is a good one because...

..in that split second

the brain freaks out and I can get in there.

Holy shit!

That shit's scary, man.

Yeah.

Which is what makes someone like Joubini so dangerous.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

What is your name?

Ian.

Can you tell me why you're here, Ian?

This looks familiar.

I mustn't say.

-Worse than you thought. -This is bad.

Why not, Ian?

Much worse.

I mustn't say.

-He's gone. -Another dead end.

Ian, where do you come from?

Be patient.

I mustn't say.

-Nothing. -All gone.

Ian, where do you live?

Your father never went this far.

-I don't know. -This is more advanced.

How old are you, Ian?

-This is more advanced. -Joubini is more dangerous.

-Nothing left. -More frightening!

I don't know.

-You're wasting your time. -They've gotten to him.

Ian, where did you come from before you came here?

This is evil.

I mustn't say.

Ian...it's alright.

You're safe here. No-one's gonna hurt you.

-You aren't up to this. -Be careful.

I don't know.

Calm down. -The hand!

-He may have a trigger. -You have to stop now.

Do you recognise the name Joubini?

Quick!

Ian, wait. No, Ian, no...

Don't let him go!

Ian, no! No!

-You need him alive! -The pills!

No! Ian, no, no...

-He doesn't deserve this. -Ian, no!

-Ian, no... -Keep him awake.

Ian! Stop, don't!

-He's taken them. -Ian...

Poor boy, never had a chance.

-He's taken them. -Shit!

-He's gone. -Shit. Jesus, Ian.

-You've lost another chance. -He's gone.

Do not move...

..or I will touch your brain.

Deal.

Take out your gun and throw it away.

-He's seen your gun. -Van Aarle wonders

how the mystery man knows he has a gun,

but he does not question it as he carries out the order.

He's seen your gun. -He knows.

-Dressed up... -He saw you.

-Somewhere... -It was him.

-Dressed up... -The car.

-He saw you. -The wolf man.

Ah. So you must be the guy who dresses like a wolf.

No, I'm not!

How do you know this?

Look, we aren't a threat to each other.

So if you just let go, we can talk.

Do not reach for the weapon.

I am a skilled warrior.

Why are you following me, Mr, uh...?

I am LoneWolf, of course.

Of course.

Why are you following the man I am following?

I'm not. They're following me.

Why? How are you involved?

It's a long story.

Why are you following them?

I am hunting Joubini.

So we're on the same team.

Incorrect.

LoneWolf works alone.

Of course.

But we have the same goal, so maybe we could help each other.

LoneWolf works alone.

Look, it's advice, you moron!

I'm not saying we start some sort of super-league or...

Do not mock me.

Sorry. It's been a long day.

Say, you wouldn't happen to have any coffee

in that, uh, utility belt of yours, would you?

Why would I?

Never mind.

-I'm after Joubini as well. -No. He is my nemesis.

Fine. Do you know where he is?

I have my suspicions.

-And they are? -My suspicions.

You do not know what you are dealing with.

-Calm down. -Don't say anything stupid.

I dunno why people keep saying that.

I'm the only one who does know. Jeez!

You'll piss him off.

If I have to hear one more fucking lecture

-from another fucking crazy... -He's going to attack!

LoneWolf attempts to strike Van Aarle...

..successfully embarrasses Van Aarle

with three very hard punches.

Calm down. -Catch your breath.

Good thing the boy is out cold

and nobody else is around to watch.

You deserved it.

Yep...you can handle yourself.

-He's better than you. -I'll give you that.

-Catch your breath. -Don't lose your edge.

Running out of leads.

-No more options. -Just sit for a while, stay.

-Don't screw this up. -Just sit for a while.

-Just sit for a while. -Don't screw this up!

You recognise this kid?

He isn't listening.

This is Van Aarle's last chance to get a lead.

Unless LoneWolf for some reason

decides to die right there as well.

At this stage, anything seems possible.

So do I.

You'll have to do better...

The wolf won't take the bait.

He's a trolley boy at the local...

You are a fool.

Bait him. -Insult him.

Ah. You don't know, you fake.

He is Ian Meatheringham. I see him at the hotel.

What? The Magical Elf Hotel?

No, you fool! The Acacia!

Agh!

You are a crafty man.

So you say you see him. You didn't say he works there.

No more of this. You tricked me.

Yeah.

So you reckon the real Joubini operates

out of this Acacia place?

Of course, he would have a cover operation.

Acacia plants are also known

for their psychoactive properties.

The math checks out so far...

Enough of this. I have what I need.

-Do not follow me. -Or what?

We're both after the same thing.

I will finally destroy Joubini.

How do you even know you got the right place?

This guy's smarter than that.

I have hunted this man a long time.

I am certain victory will be mine.

I think you're making a mistake.

Do not interfere.

LoneWolf works...alone!

What is happening?

It's some time before Van Aarle

pulls himself together.

Have you gone mad? -You've gone insane.

As LoneWolf's howls echo into the darkness,

he struggles to make sense of things.

Give up now!

What is going on?!

Nobody gives an adequate answer.

Shut up!

He yells...at his own mind.

Just go home. -Calm down.

-Leave the boy here. -Collect your thoughts.

-Breathe... -Breathe...

Breathe...

Lack of sleep and litres of coffee

are taking their toll.

The voices are getting louder.

Louisa needed you. -She was helpless.

His thoughts dwell on his sister, his failures.

He'll do the same to you.

What was done to her,

Joubini can do much worse, and he can't let that--

..ridiculous to be following a lead from a man

dressed as a wolf, but what choice does he have...

..remain alert for the long drive out there.

He needs his wits sharp

if he's to find the man behind Joubini.

Assuming the wolf was right.

Where are you going? -You're a failure!

-Just go. -You'll never win!

-You shouldn't be here. -A suicide mission.

-Kill them all! -It's too risky.

Kill them all!

Where are the security cameras?

-Watch out! -They're onto you!

They could already be watching.

-Watch out for the tall men! -Keep a low profile.

-Try to blend in. -They could be anywhere.

There aren't many people around.

He keeps an eye peeled for security cameras.

They could be anywhere. -Watch for security.

-You're wasting your time! -A vehicle is coming...

-It's a van. -Watch out for the tall men.

-The white van! -You've seen it before.

A vehicle.

You're imagining things!

-You're starting to go mad! -You've seen it before.

You're imagining things.

You don't have a plan.

Don't draw attention to yourself.

-Act normal. -Where are you going?

-Where are you going? -Stick to quiet places.

-The staff might have a clue. -You need to ask around.

Who is the manager? You need to ask around.

-First objective... -They might be Hollow!

..is to find staff members.

Check their mental state.

Any sign that this is the right place.

Where are you going? -Look out!

-You're completely exposed. -Look out, behind you.

-Stop! -Stop!

-On the wall! -The painting.

-Stop. -Look.

Something's wrong.

-On the wall. -Something's wrong.

Not your usual pleasant scene.

There is something unnerving about this.

It's just a painting. -You're in a trap.

You're overreacting!

-There's somebody... -Staff...

-Follow her. -Excuse me. Excuse me.

Yes?

Seems normal enough...

Sorry, I, um, I'm looking for the bathroom,

but I'm certain I've gotten lost.

I thought it was that way,

but then when I got there, it wasn't.

The eyes. A bad sign.

What are you doing?

Could mean nothing, though.

I was hoping you could point me in the right direction.

Wait, peripheral! -A sound!

-Wait. -Peripheral.

-Heavy footsteps. -A sound, walking.

-Heavy footsteps. -Heavy footsteps.

-On the left. -Coming towards you.

-What are you doing?! -Shh!

-Walking fast... -Not much resistance.

No resistance. -Don't let them see you.

-Quickly. -Make an excuse.

-Getting closer. -Make an excuse.

Sorry.

I'm on the run from my girlfriend. We had a fight.

Or maybe the girl is just slow.

I don't understand.

Five metres. -Is it the big man?

-Testosterone. -Stay still!

He's going to see you.

It can't be a coincidence!

Follow him.

Is it a coincidence?

Who's that? Does he work here?

I...

I don't know.

Not a good sign.

It can't be a coincidence.

-You're not safe here. -You need to know!

You're not safe here.

You didn't get a good look at him.

-Confirm it's the same man. -Your cover is blown.

Uh, the bathroom's...

Right. Thanks.

-You're walking into danger. -Your cover is blown.

-Stay alert. -Stay alert.

-He's getting away. -Don't lose the big man.

He's getting away!

Don't let him sneak up on you.

The more he thinks about it,

the more he feels he is in the belly of the beast.

Stay alert! Behind you! -He's getting away.

-Behind you! -Look out!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't see you there.

-Was it an accident? -No. It was my bad.

I, um, wasn't watching where I was going.

-And I'm in a hurry, so... -It certainly seems that way.

Are you staying here at the hotel?

Why is he talking like that?

No. My friend is.

I'm on my way to meet him now.

Well...

..I'll let you go.

-What just happened? -Did you just imagine that?

How can you be sure?

-How can you be sure? -Suspicious...

You can't afford to make another mistake.

Van Aarle has lost track of the big man

but senses that he is looking in the right place.

Maybe you're onto something.

Another painting.

-Something's wrong... -Form constant...

-You are in danger... -What does it mean?

-Form constant... -Pay attention!

Spiral patte--!

..seems to remember the big man heading outside.

Unfortunately the garden appears to be

as much a labyrinth as the hotel itself.

Where did he go? -Have you had lunch?

-You need to identify him! -Stop.

-Stop. -Stop.

-You're getting sick. -You're getting sick.

-What time is it? -Is it him?

-Certainly seems that way. -Don't follow him.

-Are you staying at the hotel? -Get out of here now!

-No, stop. -You're running in circles!

-You need to rest. -Where did he go?

This 'mystery man' is a slippery customer.

Something about this flower seems...

You're exposed! -Look at the flower.

..familiar.

Get out of there now!

You've snapped.

His attention is slipping.

He doesn't quite remember how he got in here.

You're safe here. -Get out of there!

..started as a simple recon

has turned into a chore.

All he needs to do is identify the big man,

and he knows he has the right place.

If only he could concentrate.

Find your room! -Seems that way...

-Stop. -Seems that way.

Find your room.

Stop...

Staying at the hotel...

Van Aarle had been searching

for what seemed an eternity.

And here comes the waiter again.

Something is definitely wrong here.

It was him.

The water has no effect.

Van Aarle is in a certifiably bad state,

but he's not about to pack it in over one slight hitch.

Listen, listen. -Heavy footsteps!

-Big guy! -Toilet cubicle!

Does he know you're here?

This is ridiculous. Surely he's being paranoid.

Are you imagining everything?

-Listen! -Does he know you're here?

-Are you imagining everything? -Where's the other one?

Where's the other one?

Yes?

Understood.

There is always the possibility

that he's barking up entirely the wrong--

-..Aarle feels vulnerable. -Blinding.

And the sun seems brighter all of a sudden.

You're not safe! -Why is it so bright?

-Perfectly safe. -Go back inside.

-Why is it so bright? -Go out into the garden.

Perhaps it would be best

to scope the place from outside.

He decides to head out into the ga--

..inside the hotel.

After all, he isn't actually in any hurry.

Although something about this decision

seems strange in hindsight.

Stay alert. -Seems like it...

Stay alert!

-Stay... Stay... -Everything is fine.

-This is normal. -This is normal...

Though he can't place a finger on it...

Stabbing pain in your left arm!

..he senses something is very wrong.

Stabbing pain in your left arm.

You're going to die.

-Here's the man now. -Here they come.

Talk to them.

At least he knows he's in the right place.

Please...look into this.

Good. Don't fight it.

Everything's...

..going to be alright...

You may leave us.

I think he's settled down from before.

Just relax.

Everything is going to be alright.

You trust me now, don't you?

Cliff Van Aarle.

Son of Dr Hugo Van Aarle.

I suppose it was only a matter of time

before we met.

Even still, I am surprised

by how resistant you are to my...techniques.

Your father must have passed a few things on to you.

Yes.

He passed a few things on to me as well.

Oh. Didn't you know?

He had...a student.

People said he was extreme,

but I thought he was conservative, soft.

His methods were extreme.

Well, you would know, wouldn't you?

Tell me, your sister.

Is she alright?

I heard she had an accident.

I don't want to talk about that.

Oh. Is it too painful?

You know, I can help with that.

You just have to let me in!

The drugs should be working better now.

You're feeling more talkative, aren't you?

-Yes. -Good.

Now you are going to tell me

where you've hidden your little dealer friends,

Aaron and Brodie.

-No. -No?

You're hypnotising me.

You can't make me do anything I don't want to do.

Ha! You know better than that!

Did your father teach you nothing?

You will let me in.

You want to.

Because, yes, I can help you.

Yes.

Yes...

The pain your father caused you,

I can make it...

..go away.

I can even help your sister.

Would you like that?

Yes.

But you have to give me what I want, too.

You and I are cooperating.

Don't you agree?

Yes.

You agree entirely.

Entirely.

Good.

Feel the warmth of this light.

You are safe here.

Very safe in this light.

I'm going to go deeper

into your mind now,

and you will welcome me gladly.

Your secrets will become my secrets.

Just drift back

and let the light wash over you...

You...

Stay here, Mr Van Aarle.

He's inside your head.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

You are my guest here.

-You need help. -What your father did!

Is this how Louisa felt?

He remembers this pain,

the day he first heard the narrator.

You're wasting away! -Focus...

-Your mind is shutting down. -He needs to focus.

Keep your eyes open. -What was that?

What was that?

You idiot! What are you doing here?

He has to concentrate,

but the hollow abyss is calling.

I underestimated Joubini.

We both need to get out of here.

-They will be back... -Take the long elevator down.

..with more men. -Focus!

-Falling apart. -You're dying!

-This is the end. -Keep your eyes open!

Goodbye...

Wake up, you fool!

-He's inside your head! -Where are you?

-Run. -Keep moving.

Look out...

Stand back while I eliminate these men.

You might need some help.

You are in no state.

Besides, LoneWolf works alone.

Getting smaller. -Keep your eyes open!

No space, can't breathe...

Which way is up?

All gone.

You need help.

Can you run?

Sure.

It is time to run.

-Run. -You just have to...

-You're wasting away. -Join Louisa.

Come on. Keep going.

-Keep up. Come on. -Your mind is shutting down.

Stay awake. Hurry. Stay awake.

-Listen to me. -Getting smaller...

You need to get to help. Breathe.

-No space. -Breathe.

-Focus. -You will be OK.

-Hollow. -I have a plan.

Breathe.

-Getting smaller... -Don't breathe!

Breathe.

Try to remember this.

Try to remember...

Try to remember.

Now run!

Wake up!

-Get up. -Careful.

-Where are you? -Not dead?

Get up!

Hey. Hey, breathe. It's OK.

It's OK.

-How did you get here? -I've got you. You're safe.

-How did you get here? -How did you get here?

God, I'm an idiot.

I found him, Hess. I...

What happened?

-What happened to you? -Remember.

He was inside your head.

What... What did he do to me?

He fucked you up.

He started doing what your father did...

..to Louisa.

It's a miracle you even made it here.

You were pretty far gone, so...

..I had to hypnotise you.

For quite a while.

But I...I think I got him out.

If it wasn't for...

..that...that crazy brain of yours...

..you might not be here.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You told him. -He was inside your head!

-The safe house. -Aaron and Brodie.

Betrayed them.

Oh, God! What did I say to him?

They could already be captured.

-You betrayed them. -Hey.

-Hey. No. You're in no shape. -I don't have much time.

I've gotta check on Brodie and Aaron.

No! I'll go. You need to rest.

Hess. Hess...

What is it?

Whose phone is that?

-Not your phone. -You recognise that sound.

-You're doomed! -You recognise that sound.

He feels compelled to answer,

hoping Hess's exorcism was successful.

You said you fixed me up, right?

You've lost. -Answer...

You're doomed.

Fingers crossed.

Yes.

Sorry to see you leave so early yesterday.

But I'm calling to thank you for your information.

I found your friends in the secret house.

I have your 'pet wolf' too.

But don't worry,

I'm going to take good care of them.

And now for my side of our bargain.

This is the only way to ease your pain.

You will get into your car and head out onto the freeway.

You will increase your speed,

and with each kilometre, you will feel more alive,

more free.

Your pain will diminish as you accelerate.

You will feel as if you're flying.

When you are going as fast as your car will allow,

you will turn the wheel as hard as you can.

The car is your pain.

Destroy the car and be free of all your hurt and suffering.

You always wanted to be free, didn't you?

Yes.

Good.

Go now and be free.

You've been a great help.

And don't worry,

I'll make sure your sister is well looked after.

What is it?

He has...he has all of them, Hess!

You have...you have no idea

how much I want to murder this son of a bitch!

Alright. Where's he taking them?

-Surely not to the hotel. -All seems lost.

If only Van Aarle were to search his pockets,

he would find the clue he needs.

Search your pockets! -Think.

Please tell me you know what this is.

The Wolf must have changed his mind.

You don't have time. -Tracking device.

Looks cheap.

There's no signal here. Where'd you get this?

It was the wolf man. -No, don't bother.

Nah, it's too hard to explain. Just...

Do you still have the stuff from the good old days?

-You know I do. -Hurry!

Good. I'm gonna need your van.

-No, don't bother. -Stop and think.

It's probably best if you drive.

You have a plan?

Oh...I've got a plan.

Van Aarle's idea is pretty vague.

A roll-with-the-punches style plan.

One that requires 'borrowing' some supplies.

Who knows what they'll be walking into?

He figures No-Arms won't argue.

Holy shit, Van Aarle.

There are enough combustibles in here

to level a small town,

and this suits Van Aarle quite nicely.

You know, I never thought I'd say this, but...

..thank God for No-Arms.

My hero.

Are you really thinking what I think you're thinking?

You reckon all this will fit in the van?

Unfortunately...

..yes.

Right. Let's get to work.

We don't have much time.

Stay away from me! Agh!

Get away!

Run!

Run, little wolf!

Run as if your life depended on it!

Fear is all in the mind.

Where am I?

Where do you think?

Release me!

I can't do anything.

We are inside your head...

..right now.

You see, I can't let you go,

because you don't want to.

I am in here.

It is mine.

And here we do as I please.

Take off your mask!

That's rich... coming from you.

Very well.

Is that better?

What's wrong? Does my appearance distress you?

What are you?

I am a figment.

I am whatever I tell you I am.

I am fear.

I am pain.

I am the last thing you will ever see.

Do you feel that?

The pain all over your body.

The fear.

Will this pain keep getting worse?

I promise you, it will!

But how much worse?

You may think you know torture

in the waking world.

But believe me when I tell you,

it is nothing compared to this!

Pain like nothing you've ever felt before.

Insects crawling, biting under your skin.

Your bones like thorns in your flesh.

Tearing! Burning!

Breaking...again and again!

And again and again!

When you were a little boy,

did you ever imagine this would be the way it ended?

I bet you imagined

all sorts of greatness.

Everyone does.

Everyone dreams.

But the thing about dreams is...

..they're all in your head.

Your little stupid heads.

You all think you're so strong,

so powerful.

But the truth is...

..you're all weak to me.

Well...

..who wants to go next?

Stay calm. -Stay calm.

-Don't panic. -Time is running out.

-You have to save the boys. -Time is running out.

-They're already dead! -Brodie and Aaron...

-Stay calm. -They need your help.

They're already dead.

-They're being tortured. -He'll make them suffer.

Don't let them end up like Louisa.

OK, I think we got something.

Alright, keep going. Still a long way out.

It makes sense he'd be way out in the middle of nowhere.

We must be going to his lab.

Van Aarle had assumed as much.

Continue past the Acacia Hotel

and you have a lot of unsettled land.

His hunch seems to have paid off,

unless of course...

Unless we're heading for a dumping ground.

We've got nothing to lose.

Well...

What is it?

Look, I'm thinking, when we get there,

I'm going in alone.

Fuck you.

I don't want to risk us both being killed.

I mean, with all this stuff in the back...

Nah, fuck that, man!

Who's gonna look after my sister, then?

I think it's best you stay in...

-I'm coming with you. -Hess, I'm serious.

So am I, arsehole!

What? Is it because I'm a girl?

He...Hess.

You know that's not it.

Look, I just don't want to risk it.

You're full of shit!

You're the one who might die here.

I need to take care of the most immediately at risk.

You need me with you.

-I...I don't... -No, that's the end of it.

Stay in the van...

Jesus Christ.

Alright. Let's pull up somewhere along here.

Maybe on a dirt road or something?

Aye-aye, Captain.

Empty. -Nothing here.

-Nothing here. -You've failed.

-It's a graveyard. -It's a graveyard.

-They're dead. -You've failed.

Are you sure this is the place?

The field appears empty.

But Van Aarle has a feeling.

There's something out there.

In the distance he sees something.

What's that?

What?

Bring the van.

..every inch...

..a doubling of agony.

Your mind remains lucid

as it magnifies your pain yet again.

Single point entry.

This complicates his plan.

Confined spaces with only one entrance and exit are tricky.

-Shit! -Sealed environment...

Can't just bust in there, guns blazing.

How many people are down there?

-No. -Clean air.

Time is running out fast.

He needs to think of something.

Where are you going?

Single point... -Sealed environment.

He finds what he's looking for.

Any underground network needs a way

-to get clean air in and out. -Explosives...

This gives Van Aarle an idea.

We need to blow the door.

You work on that, I've got something else in mind.

Quickly. -Air intake.

How many people are down there?

You need to move fast!

How many people are down there?

-Disable. -You're running out of time!

-You have no choice. -Keep calm!

In an ideal world,

there will be enough oxygen down there for this to work.

After all, the boys are in there too.

What the fuck are you doing?

It's No-Arms' drugs.

Don't worry, it's not enough to suffocate,

just to get 'em high.

Should make things a bit easier.

Is that flammable? It looks flammable.

Yeah, it'll be fine.

As long as the concentration levels aren't too high.

How big do you reckon this place is?

Oh, OK, do you want that in square feet

or round up to the nearest 10?

Shit, Van Aarle.

Are you sure about this?

Nuh...but fuck it.

There's another mask in the van.

-You got that door set? -Yep, she's good to blow.

The sting of a thousand needles

dig into your veins,

scratching your bones.

The air is clearing. They need to move fast.

move!

Shit. Get out of my way! Move!

Get back against the wall!

Wriggling deeper into your...

Get against the wall! Everyone, back!

Oh, shit.

Don't do it.

Stay back.

Oh...

Don't breathe... -No!

-You idiot! -Focus!

-You're going to die. -You're going to die.

Van Aarle thinks to himself,

"Fuck."

Sorry!

Shit. Sorry.

Get back!

Back! I don't want to hurt you!

Get out of here!

I'm trying to help you!

Back! It's not safe here!

Shit.

Fuck off! OK, guys, outside!

Follow me! Now!

Now!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Move it!

Pull yourself together.

Get out...

-You have to stop them. -Save them.

-Pull yourself together, -Pull yourself together.

-Pull yourself together. -Get up.

-Pull yourself together. -Don't give up now.

-Get up, get up. -You have to save the boys!

Don't give up.

You need...

-They're being tortured! -..to keep moving.

Time is ticking...

Save them.

Yes...and now the finale.

As I raise the knife,

your pain intensifies.

You will feel...

Let him go, dickhead.

You. -Don't.

Now, how did you... -Don't let him speak.

-..get here? -You're losing control!

Who could know whether or not Hess

had completely freed Van Aarle of Joubini's influence?

Here he was, waving a hand, manipulating...

Fight back. -You can resist.

You remember... -Fight back.

-Resist! -..my voice, don't you?

-He will hurt you! -Concentrate.

Relax now. -He still has power.

-Shut him up! -I want you

to put down...

I...

I need a coffee.

So...

..you done, then?

Mmm.

Ah, I think I've had enough excitement for one career.

Do you think she'll ever wake up?

I dunno, really.

But, um... what really matters...

..is that whatever world she's in right now

isn't full of monsters.

Like it is out here.

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