All language subtitles for The.Kovak.Box.2006.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

[silence]

[indistinct voices]

[distant typing]

Sorry, did I distract you?

Oh, no, no, no.

You must be brilliant.

Oh, this!
Oh, yeah, it's
a masterpiece, yes.

"A throbbing fleshy
appendage

downloading data
at lightning speed."

Hmm.

Tchu!

Did you just
erase it all?

I did.

Why?

Because it's
a load of crap,

and it won't hold
anyone's interest.

Why don't you put your masterpiece away for a while?

You never know.
You might get
a bit of inspiration.

[female clears throat]
We'll serve dinner shortly.
Have you made your choice?

Uh, beef.

Chicken.

[screaming]

[laughs]

Sorry!
It's not my sick sense
of humor, really.

This friend of mine advised
me to take a couple
of air sickness pills

before I got on the plane,
and now, well, they make
me a bit groggy.

Goof number two.

Must be past
the sell-by date.

Hi, I'm Kathy.
Kathy Thomas.

[Hispanic accent]
Silvia.

Vacation?
They say the island's
really something.

So I've heard.

Traveling solo?

I know...
mind your business.

Sorry, sweetie,
I'm a lost cause.

I just love poking
my nose into other
people's lives.

Probably 'cause
I don't have
one of my own.

It's the price
we workaholics
have to pay.

Fast walkers.

The sports store?

They reward
their best salespeople
with an annual trip.

This year
it's to Majorca.

[hostess]
Dinner?

Oh, sure.

Can I have a couple
of whiskeys as well,
please?

[cell phone ringing]

[Hispanic accent]
People can be
a pain, huh?

Third time
since we landed.

Someone misses you.

Apparently.

That ain't surprising.

I'm already missing you,
and we haven't even
said goodbye yet.

[cell phone ringing]

[chattering]

[speaking a
foreign language]

[David]
In a world
where scientists vie

to produce
the first human clone

and entire populations
can be annihilated

without even
a brick being damaged,

the question is,

is it still possible
to write science fiction?

When reality is becoming
more and more

like a story
that has been hatched

from the twisted mind
of one of my fellow authors.

It seems reality
is extremely eager

to put the rest of us
out of a job.

But I'm not gonna let
that happen. I cant let

that happen after 25 novels,
I still enjoy what I'm doing,

I love the process.

People ask me
where my ideas come from.

And it's not unlike
an illness.

And what I mean
by that is, uh,

you open a window
or, uh, let's say
you're taking the subway,

where you expose yourself
to virus.

Likewise in my life,
uh, I can be infected
by things around me.

It could be a TV program,

I could overhear a
conversation and think,
"Oh, that's interesting."

Or I could--I mean, sometimes
it's, um, just a single image

will suffice for
the virus to, uh,

to enter my organism and,
um, start to grow
and pretty--

pretty soon, it's taken
over my whole--body.

And then, before I know it,
uh, the only way to escape,

is to write
the damn book.

Even if it means,
along the way,
I created a few monsters.

I've been involved
in public utilities
for 30 years,

well, 32, to be exact,

working for
the Los Angeles
water authority.

Wow, that's
a lot of years.
A lot of water.

[chattering]

A pleasure meeting you,
if you'll excuse me.

Oh! Your pen.

Yes! I just--always--
thank you.

[British male voice]
Could I borrow you
for a second?

Yeah, borrow away.

As you can see,
I'm an old fan.

[woman's laughter]

I've been
a follower of yours
since the beginning.

1979. Yes, first edition.

I don't even think
I have a copy like this.

You, you want me
to sign it again?

Oh, would you?
It's your finest work.

Let me tell you
a secret.

I was 20
when I wrote this.

The structure is clumsy,
the style changes
every chapter,

the characters are rehashed
from books I read.

I should know.
I wrote it.

Oh, not so!
It's your
most personal work.

Full of passion,
intuition, suffering.

Suffering, yes!
Oh, you got that right.

In those days,
all I ate was biscuits
stolen from the neighbor's dog.

I should've dedicated
this book to that dog.

I fear my comments
have upset you.

No, no, not at all.
Why should they?

It seems everyone believes
that I'll never write
anything better,

so I just resign myself.

[male voice speaking
a foreign language]

That's very good.

Excuse me.
It's Aunt Jo,
seems very worried.

Aunt Jo is looking
after our kids,
five of them,

uh, all
adopted, each from
a different continent,

well, apparently, Nanook,
our little Eskimo,

had a slight mishap
sledding down
the stairs,

so, unfortunately,
we must--

I'm really sorry.

Just put Nanook
on the phone.
Excuse us.

[David]
Hey, little buddy!

[foreign language]

Aunt Jo, five kids,
and one of them's
an Eskimo?

Yes, little Nani Nanook.
We can't forget him.

What was that about?

It must
mean something.

I never heard myself
ever talk about kids,
ever. Not even in fun.

So it's probably
just a very
complicated, uh,

way of wanting to ask you
a very simple question.

[sigh]

What's that?

Will you marry me?

Now, you don't have
to answer now,

just, you,
take your time, but--

promise me
you'll think it over.

I will.

Okay.
That's all,
just, you know,

think it--
that's all, just--
we'll leave it at that.

All right, I lied,
you gotta tell
me now "yes."

What if I say "no?"

Yeah, and what if
I jumped off a cliff?

[male voice]
Excuse me, I hope
I'm not interrupting.

Interrupting?
No, not at all.

No, not at all.
I just asked her
to marry me.

Congratulations
to both of you.

Thank you.

Well, the President
of the Foundation

hopes the hotel
is to your liking.

He also asked me
to give you

this small gift
on his behalf.

He deeply regrets
having to dash off.

He said you'd
understand.

Thank you.

What's that about?

Ever been to a party
and thrown your drink
in the host's face?

That's what
I did before.

Okay, uh, now--

Yes!

[David] What kind of fancy hotel is this?

No wedding chapel. It's an outrage. We should sue!

[chuckles]

You just passed
our room!

Did you just see
that guy?

That was the same guy
sitting next to you
at the conference.

There's nobody there.

I'm telling you
it's the same guy.

Do you realize
you were sitting next
to a Russian hitman?

You're kidding me?

You don't think
murderers read books?

These guys, okay,
they have skulls tattooed
on each of their fingers

signifying how many murders
they've committed, right?

It's a Russian prison
code kind of thing.

Mmm.

Oh, yeah!

Don't you ever let up?
Even on a night
like this.

Wait.
Give me five minutes.

I wanna slip into something
more comfortable.

I'll give you two minutes
or I'm gonna start
without you.

Just you try it.

[sigh]

Hm.

[beep]

What are you doing?

Oh, there was
a DVD on the bed.

It's intended
for me.

You're not gonna watch it
right now, are you?

It'll just be a second.
I just wanna see
what it is. Im curious.

I get the strangest
things from people.

One time I got a photo
of a green ear

with the word "Mars"
written underneath it.
What do you think of that?

Fascinating.

Look. See.

Awww.

See?

I don't know what
it is, but my readers
are prone to lunacy.

They were probably sane
before they read
your books.

[phone rings]

I'll tell you what.
They've outdone themselves
this time.

[squeaking]

[screaming]

[monkey whimpers]

Must be some kind
of a hoax, Jane.

I should call the front desk
and tell them to be
more careful.

I mean, what if it had been
a bomb or something?

Jane?

Jane, I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have put
that damn thing on.

Jane?

Jane?

Jane?

[indistinct shouting]

[female voice screams]

[electronic music]

[dj speaking Spanish]
Like a ride
on my plaything?

[Silvia]
I'll drive

Over my dead body

[cell phone ringing]

For God's sake, Kevin,
give me a break.

[beep]

[chattering]

COFFEE IN THE KITCHEN.
I'LL CALL YOU LATER, OKAY?

[cell phone rings]

Drop it, would you?

Which of those words
don't you understand?

[Heather Nova singing
Gloomy Sunday
over the phone]

Sunday is gloomy

Kevin?

My hours
Are slumberless

Dearest the shadows

Hey, what's
all this about?

I live with
Are numberless

If this is you,
I don't find it funny.

[beep]

Not where
The black coach

Of sorrow
Has taken you

Angels have no thought

Of ever returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of
Joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday

With shadows
I spend it all

My heart and I

Have decided to end it all

Soon they'll be candles

And prayers that are sad,
I know

Let them not weep

[very loud thud]

[screams]

[breathing and heartbeats]

[periodic beeping]

Any idea why
she may have done it?

Did she leave a note
explaining her motives?

If you're talking--
suicide,

she had no reason t--to--

But there are two
witnesses in the hotel
who saw her jump.

You were admitted
with a serious concussion,

but these scans
didn't show up
anything unusual.

I don't remember a thing
about what happened.

Well, you might within
the next few days
or maybe never.

Whatever the case,
you're a very lucky
young lady.

You've been re-born.

So, what happens now?
Can I go?

You'll have to see
the psychologist first.

It's usual
in cases like yours.

According to your
analysis, you'd taken
several substances.

Delirium, amnesia,
respiratory problems,

the effects
of the Ketaminhydrochloride
that was in your bloodstream.

Do you have a problem
with drugs?

Listen, I'm no
pill popper. Okay?

I didn't jump.

I got into the shower,
and the next thing I know
I was in a hospital.

So if you weren't drugged,
and nobody pushed you,

what did happen?

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Yes?

[female voice over phone]
The supervisor needs
to see you.

It's urgent.

Okay.

Will you excuse me
for a minute?

Yeah.

[man speaking Spanish] Thirty six years old and she jumps off a balcony.

What do you suppose
was going through her mind?

That's the last form.
It's for the insurance.

We'll take care
of the coffin
from the Consulate.

Though it'll take a while
to get her repatriated.

They still have to do
an autopsy.

They say you can see
the body before you leave,

if you--want.

No, I'd rather not.

Could I have another one
of those forms, please?

[scream]

[phone rings]

[whimpers]

[male speaking Spanish] Anyway

You're already dead.

[knock at door]

[male voice]
Señorita,

your taxi is here.

[soft whimpering]

Señorita?

I--I go get some help.
I'll be right back!

[whimpering]

[speaking Spanish] Her pupils are dilated. She's on something.

You'll be fine in no time. We're taking you to the hospital.

I'm not going
to the hospital!

I'm out of here!

[female voice]
Sir?

Sir?
Excuse me.

You're next.

Well, can I change it?

Sorry, you won't
be traveling tonight.

This is
an economy class ticket.
Nonexchangeable.

But there must be
some way!

You have to buy another ticket.

[employee]
It's terminal three.
Gate D 69.

Have a nice flight,
Mr. Norton.

There are--
some seats available
on the 11:30 flight.

Yeah?

But only first class.

The ticket costs
5500 euros.

I can't afford that.

I can try tourist class for tomorrow.

I don't want a ticket
for tomorrow!

I want out of here now!

Please--calm--down.

How do you expect me
to calm down?

They're trying to kill me!

[employee] Security, please.

Window 4.

What are you doing?

Who are you calling?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey, wait!
Hey!

Wait!

Remember me?
I need your help.

I've got to get
out of here!

I'm sorry--

I was in the hospital.
In the next bed,
don't you remember?

She was your wife,
wasn't she?

What?

She jumped as well.

They want me
to believe I jumped,
but it's not true!

They're trying to kill me!

[many screams]

[screaming and shouting]

[male voice shouts]
He jumped!

YOUNG WOMEN SAVED BY
CAFE AWNING

BIKER KILLED DRIVING
IN THE WRONG DIRECTION

[thunder of a plane]

Are you feeling better?

Yeah.

But my head's
about to burst.

Thanks for yesterday.

Well, I--

I mean, I wasn't gonna
leave you like that.
Not after what happened.

Yeah.

What's your name?

Silvia.
I'm the girl
saved by the awning.

David.

You're the writer.

Got a cigarette?

I must have seemed
completely out of it
yesterday.

To be honest,
I'm not even sure
what has happened.

Well, you said
Jane didn't kill herself.

I said that?

I know I didn't jump
out of that window.

But I have no idea
what really happened.

[male voice]
We'll have a duplicate
of your stolen passports

sent to the hotel
this afternoon.

Thank you,
I just need to get you
to sign this form, please.

What about
what we just told you?

Do you think
we should go
to the Police?

I'd advise
against it.

They're unlikely
to believe you

unless you come up
with something
more specific.

More specific than eight suicides in three days?

Two, actually.

The others were
deaths under
mysterious circumstances.

You're forgetting
about the man

who attacked me
at my hotel.

You didn't report it
to the Police.

I wasn't in a fit state
to talk to anybody.

I just wanted to get
out of there.

The article on your fall
mentions the intake
of narcotics.

Oh, yeah.
I get it.

I'm trying to make
you see what the
Police will think.

At least, if someone else
in the hotel had seen
that man, but, uh,

that's, uh,
that's not the case,
is it?

Listen, now, the guy who left that disk in my hotel room

is the same guy
who robbed me
at the airport.

Now, I'm sure of that.

The, uh,

tattooed hitman.

Now you can scoff at it
all you want,

but the point is, I saw it,

I know what the tattoos represent on his fist.

And he's the same man who robbed me,

and he's the same man
who slipped that piece
of paper in my pocket.

Not a figment
of my imagination.

I'm not making it up--

Mr. Norton, um--

you've just been
through a very
traumatic experience.

Couldn't you have put this
in your pocket
and not known it?

Let's go.

All right,
we're gonna go
to the Police.

Do you think
you can give them

an accurate description
of this guy?

Why, for Christ's sake?

Everybody has branded me
as a fucking junkie.

Even the newspapers.
Who's gonna believe
anything I say?

Nobody gives a shit
about what happened

or that some fucking
nutcase told me
I was dead already.

Can you describe
this guy?

Of course I can.
He was this far away!

Okay, okay, so,

describe him.

What? You don't
believe me either?

That's just great!

Listen, Silvia.

Nobody's in a hurry
to believe me.

Now remember.
I am on your side.

Let's do this
together, okay?

I can see him,
but I just can't
put it into words.

Try, try, try.

He was--
run of the mill,
ordinary--

You're the writer,
not me.

It helps sometimes,
when I'm trying to build
a character,

take a look
around at the people,
like that guy.

Over there, drinking the beer.

No, he was slim.

All right, let's find
somebody else who's slim
and reminds you of him.

And then
we'll build the face
like a jigsaw puzzle.

Just take a look around.

[violin playing]

Silvia?

There was music.

What?

Before it all happened.

I was in the shower
and I answered the phone,
then I heard music.

And then
I began to feel bad.

That's the last thing
I remember

before I woke
up in the hospital.

Who was on the phone?

I don't know.

But a name flashed up
on my cell phone.

Where's your cell phone?
It's gonna be
in the memory.

Charlie.

[buzz]

[neighbor in Spanish]
If you're ringing the 3rd floor
you won't get an answer.

There's nobody at home?

The boy who lived there
was killed yesterday
in a bike accident.

They say he was driving
up the wrong side
of the highway.

Silvia, so listen,
there's no coincidence here.

We're dealing
with bits and pieces
that make up a bigger puzzle.

And if the phone call
had anything to do with it,

it means Jane probably
received it as well.

It had to have been
the last number.

What is it?

It's the same call.

Are you sure?

Yeah.
Gloomy Sunday.

And that music,
that woman singing?

It's a song title.
Some Hungarian wrote it.

He ended up
taking the big leap.

Others had
the same idea,
it seems.

The song had
a strange effect on them.

How come you know
so much about it?

Because as a kid
it obsessed me.

So much so,
I made it the title
of my first novel.

In my novel,
everyone gets
an implant at birth.

A State-controlled device
that when activated,
drives people to suicide.

Meaning that the State
can eliminate
whoever it wants

without getting
its hands dirty.

Those people
against the system,

they simply wipe
themselves out.

They call it
self-elimination.

Sound, uh, familiar?

Sounds like pure fiction.

[female voice] Where are you going?

Where's your boss?
I mean, the President
of the Vernon Foundation,

the man who brought me
to this island.
I wanna speak to him.

There must be
some mistake.

The villa is rented out
for events.

If you would like
information on

who books the villa--
you can't go in there!

[jazz music]

Same handwriting.

[cheering]

[music and shouting]

Now what?

Now we wait.
He's calling the shots.

You think if they knew
they were gonna die tomorrow,

they'd give a shit
about that stupid game?

You're not gonna
die tomorrow.

But this might be
my last beer.

Yes, or mine
or anyone else's.

I'm sorry,
I'm overreacting.

It's just that it seems
as if everyone around me
ends up dying.

I'm still here.

Is that him?

Yeah. Wait here.

My dear fellow,
you can't imagine how glad
I am to see you again.

The other night,
we weren't even
properly introduced.

Frank Kovak.

Please, sit down.

I imagine you're tired of listening to people

who approach you with the same intention.

However, I'm convinced
that this will interest you.

What is it?

To quote the expression
that you yourself used
at the conference,

a virus.

The germ of a great story.

So you've brought me
all this way

to pitch me a story.

I understand your surprise.

But this
is not just any story.

It's something quite new.

The opportunity
that every writer
dreams of having someday.

Tell me something.

What is the connection
between Gloomy Sunday

and what's been happening
on the island?

Do you really not know?

Unfortunately,

all wars have
their casualties.

Give me one good
fucking reason not
to tear your head off!

You and that girl

make a fine couple, don't you think?

What are you getting at?

Her last beer.

It could be now.

Tomorrow.

The day after.

Fear. That's the key.

If those who rebel
against the system,

end up killing themselves,

the rest will then
toe the line.

That idea
is from your book.

What I wrote
was a story.

Our imagination is never innocent, David.

From the moment
you start to imagine it,
it began to exist.

Self-elimination.
There you have it.

Your prophecy fulfilled.

For over 50 years,

the world
has lived in peace,

thanks to a bomb.

Now, it will do so, thanks to you.

To us.

One could say that
you're the real father
of this project.

Although getting to this point,

has not by any means,
been easy.

The world is full of bureaucrats and gray people

who need to see
to believe.

They don't want theories.

They require proof.

And I'm not talking
about tests
done on animals.

What are you?

You need to ponder things.

And understand.

Then we'll be ready
to help each other.

Only then.

[cheering]

Oh, hey.

Get a load of this.

Frank Kovak,
the untold story.

Half a century
of dubious achievements.

Born in Hungary, 1935.

Three brothers but only he survived the war,

after which he and his parents
emigrated to America.

Now, a gifted student,
scholarship to Harvard,

1957, and then he graduated first in his class,

thanks to a highly praised experiment,

The Kovak Box.

It consisted of a maze in which a rat's behavior was conditioned

by a series of stimuli
and deterrents.

At the time, it was considered the biggest breakthrough

in behavioral research since Pavlov's dog.

His future could
not have been brighter,

until this newspaper here
published a photo

of him doing the same experiments applying it to human beings.

There was a scandal.
The academic world
turned their back on him,

but the CIA, they got their hands on him,

and they offered him unlimited means to continue the same exact experiments,

all very hush-hush, though.

How could they photograph
such a thing?

In 1979, my first book,Gloomy Sunday, was published.

In 1980, Kovak started what he called the Gloomy Sunday Project.

However, certain facts came to light about the consequences

that these experiments had on various people,

resulting in the families of 12, uh, victims suing the federal government.

So the CIA,
they needed
a scapegoat.

Kovak, he fled the country.

But he starts over from scratch doing the same stuff for other governments,

until three years ago,
he was diagnosed
with a brain tumor.

At which point, he retired and moved to this island.

At his last checkup, his doctors told him

that he had six months to a year to live.

We have to take
all this to the Police.

No, no, no!

You have to understand,
this is evidence that
implicates him directly.

Do you think he would've given us all this stuff

if he didn't think
that he could get rid of us
just like that?

So what do I do?
Sit around doing nothing,

until he decides
whether I live or die?

We're not gonna do anything
to put you into danger.

Don't you see?

He's using me
to make you do
what he wants.

What do you mean?
How?

He wants you to write
his biography.

I'm afraid it's got to be
a lot more twisted than that.

If not, then why
did he kill Jane?

[phone rings]

Hello?

[female voice]
Sorry to disturb you,

but we need to know
if you are extending
your stay with us.

I can't say right now.

[door closes]

Silvia!

[thud]

Hello?
Hello?

Silvia!!

Silvia!!

Ohh!

[cabdriver in Spanish]
Any particular
Police Station?

The nearest one.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

No, I'm with a fare
right now but we can
meet up later if you like.

[speaks Spanish]

Hey you're
breaking up,
I'm losing the signal.

[horn honks]

Can you believe that?

[Heather Nova
singing Gloomy Sunday /i]

Turn the radio off.

[cabdriver]
What's wrong?

Calm down!

[driver speaks Spanish]

[cars honking]

[many cars honking]

Silvia!!

[David]
You didn't have your
cell phone with you.

Do you remember
how it began?

Yeah. That music suddenly
came on the radio
and then--

I just wanted everything
to be over.

It was like
I was in a deep hole.

I was scared.
I couldn't breathe.

What have they
done to me?

I think there might be
a way of finding out.

[doctor] It shouldn't take long now for a body to be repatriated.

A couple of days
at the most.

Did they find anything
inside her?

You mean, traces of alcohol
or drugs of some sort?

No, like an object,
a device, inside her.

I know it sounds odd
but something tiny

like a microchip
that they use to ID
pets, track animals.

My autopsy did not come up with anything

that could explain what she did.

I guess that's
what you want.
An explanation.

What about her brain?
Was it analyzed?

There was no reason.

There could have been
an absence of serotonin,
low levels of serotonin,

induced depression,
so a complete absence

could have caused
suicide, right?

I can't think what would cause that sort of imbalance in the brain.

Well, if antidepressants
exist, then the opposite
would be--

A depressant?

Mm, feasible,
I guess but--

who'd be interested in producing something like that?

[Silvia]
David.

Could you, uh,

just wait outside for me
for a few minutes?

I'd like to be
alone with her.
If that's okay.

Sure.
Take your time.

[male doctor in Spanish] The incision to open up

the entire front part
of the body is usually
made in the form of a "Y".

From the shoulders to an angle at mid chest level.

Which then joins into a
straight line that extends
all the way to the pubis.

David!

Silvia!

I've seen him!

The man who attacked me
is here!

Careful.

It's him!
I'm sure of it!

He's one
of the coroners.

He's giving a lecture
down the hallway.

Don't move.
I need to see something.

Do you remember ever
getting vaccinated
back here?

Why?
What is it?

Okay, um...

Just look.

Okay, do you see?
Do you see?

Yeah.

At least we know
where they put it.

Take it out!

What are you doing?

No, no, no!
Silvia, listen!

It could hemorrhage.

Only a surgeon
can take it out.

If you won't do it,
I'll do it myself!

Silvia, listen to me.
You could kill yourself.

He said I was
dead already.

This is what he was after.
He wanted to cut it out.

Agh!

[David]
Get in the car!

Go!

You work for Kovak?

Kovak?
Who's Kovak?

So you never heard
of a man named Kovak?

You never
met me either?

What is it you remove
from the necks
of dead bodies?

[swish]

Please!
Be careful with that!

All right, tell me everything you know.

I only know
one person.
A tall man.

A Russian?

Maybe.
A friend of mine
introduced us.

I owed people money
and he offered to pay
my debts

if I did a job for him!

What job?

Remove something
from certain corpses.

He knew I worked at
the morgue. He knew
everything about me.

I had to take this thing out
before we did the autopsy
and give it to him.

He gave me a list.

A list of dead bodies?

No, you don't understand.
They're not dead.

Not at first, but one by one
they end up in the morgue.

It's a list of people
who are going to die.

What about me? Why
did you attack me?
I wasn't dead!

I needed to earn
more money!

I thought if I could hang
on to one of those things,

I could blackmail them!

She survived,
but her name
was on the list!

Where's the list?

There's everything.

The ones crossed off are the ones who have already reached the morgue.

They asked me to take photos of all of those involved.

[David]
There must be over
100 names on this list.

[Silvia]
Including mine.

[speaks Spanish]

[female in Spanish]
Paul, come here!

I'm sorry I didn't hear you
come in I was in the kitchen.

Don't worry Hanna.

Will they be
staying for dinner?

Leave everything,
take the night off.

I've put
the child to bed.

Do as I say and leave!

Come here,
come to daddy.

Now please go.
My wife will be
arriving in a minute.

She doesn't know
anything about this.

No, you must remove
the thing from her neck.

It's impossible!

Those things
activate if you try
to manipulate them!

David, look!
He has a mark!

You have your list.
Please leave us alone!

Those people
are threatening me.

Why?

If I don't do
the job properly,
my son and I--

will end up like
those other bodies.

You lied to us.

You couldn't blackmail them
with that thing in your neck.

What did you plan
to do to me?

If I'd managed
to extract it
without harming you,

I could've done the
same for my son.

So you give us this list.

What do you think
they're gonna do
when they find out?

Okay...okay.

I'll tell you
the truth.

There's no point
in us working
against each other.

They told me
to give you
the list.

They wanted you
to have it.

What?

They warned me
that you were coming
to the morgue.

I was supposed
to let myself be seen
and hand it over.

They wanted you to believe
that you were making me
do it.

Why?

Who knows why?

They promised that--

that if I played
my role well,

they would disconnect
this damned thing
permanently.

How could they have known
we were on our way
to the morgue?

Because they're always
one step ahead.

They're always with us
in some way.

A microphone.

There has to be something
we're carrying on us.

There has to be.

Then they heard us.

[door closes]

Where are they?

Papá.

[David] Open the door! [pounding]

Open the door!!

Open the door!

Your child's out here!

Open the door!

[beeping]

[shout]
[breaking glass]

Get him out of here.

Open the door now!

[shouts]
[thuds]

[woman speaks Spanish]
I'm home.

Take it easy,
the child is ok.

Who are you?

[David]
Nooo!!!

Jaume?

I'm sorry.
There was nothing
I could do.

What have you done?

He tried to remove it.
It activates, just
like in the novel.

Even that
was my idea.

Remember at the hospital?

When you were
sitting with Jane,
looking at her?

No one's ever looked
at me that way.

Could you give me a hug?

I haven't got
a hope in hell,
have I?

[Jaume]
They told me
to give you the list.

They wanted you
to have it.

Silvia,

that list,
why make that poor
sucker play a role

in order for us
to have the list?

He was a character
in the book.

Yeah, but this isn't
a book. It's reality.

No, no, but it's--
it's--it's reality

manipulated for
dramatic effect.
Just like a novel.

He doesn't want a
biography. He wants
me to write about

everything that's
happened on the
island since I arrived.

What are you
talking about?

This list, this
piece of paper,

this has information.
This is gonna take us
to the next chapter.

He wanted us
to have it.

Just like the song
or the beer mat.

You see?

Now he could've got
straight to the point

but he wants us
to live an adventure.

What for?

To force me
to live a story.

Make it grow
inside my head.

I've been inoculated.

I'm being inoculated
with a virus, slowly.

He said so himself.

Do you really think
that what you're saying
makes any sense?

Pure fiction?

Kovak!

Frank Kovak!

I want to see Frank Kovak!
Bring me to Frank Kovak!

See?

There they are.

Come on.

Now, listen.
Listen.

I'm gonna get you
out of here, but
you have to trust me.

Come on.

Mr. Norton.

Pleasure to meet you.

Mr. Kovak told us you'd be coming today.

Would you
excuse us, please?

I'll be okay.

Yeah?

[man in suit]
I hope you'll find everything
to your satisfaction.

Your luggage arrived
this morning.

You'll have all the peace
and quiet you need here
to write your book.

Mr. Kovak
especially requested

that we prepare one
of our bungalows
for you.

We don't usually
accommodate "healthy"
guests, so to speak,

but in your case,
we've made an exception.

Mr. Kovak can be
very persuasive.

And of course,
it's an honor for us to be
an inspiration to you.

Oh. I nearly forgot.
The keys to your car.

You'll find it
parked outside.

He's in the middle
of a session
at the moment.

It's rather irregular,
but Mr. Kovak insisted

on speaking with you
as soon as you arrived.

[beeping]

[footsteps]

Thank you for coming.

How much time
have you got left?

The important thing is,
the time you have left.

A long, highly
successful life
from this moment on.

Do you realize
the gift I'm giving you?

A true story that
is pure science fiction,

recounted by its
protagonist. You.

Something so gripping that
people will not be able
to put the book down

until the last page.

Mm-hm.

It does sound like
the story of a monster.

Write it that way.
No one is stopping you.

I'll be what you
want me to be.

I'm in your hands.

Let her go,

and I'll make
you a saint.
I know how to do this.

See, what we'll do is
we'll tell the true story
of Frank Kovak,

the brilliant scientist
who fell in love
with his new homeland.

But he was made to do
their dirty work.

He went a few steps
too far,

his masters abandoned him,
there was no turning back.

That's a story.
That's a story,
you see,

because, then
who is the monster,

and who is the victim?

Do you really believe
what you're saying?

It doesn't matter
what I believe
as long as I can write it.

That's the problem,
David.

It's some time now since
you stopped believing
in what you do.

If you really want to
write a great book,

you must agonize
over every page.

No true artist has
ever reached his goal,

without going
through hell.

No, you see, if you want the book to be a success,

you have to give the
public what they want.

so you'll have to provide
a final act of redemption.

Ahhh.

The happy ending.

After going through hell,
the hero kills the monster.

Would that not
be happy enough
for them?

What are you getting at?

You have to kill me,
David.

It's the logical
thing to do.

After all,

I killed Jane,

just to get you
to join the game.

Doesn't it make
your blood boil
just thinking about it?

She seemed to be
someone special--

Shut up.

You might have shared
many things together.

Shut up.

Maybe for the rest
of your lives.

[choking]
Here you can see,
killing is not so strange.

Ah!

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Tell me something.

When did it all
change for you?

When did you stop experimenting with monkeys and start killing people?

There.

Now you're looking
for the character.

I'm no saint, David.

I don't need people
to love me.

That's not my role.

You would do it,
wouldn't you?

You would give your life
to leave a mark

on the world
even as a murderer.

But not just
any murderer.

This very afternoon,

a hundred people
will take their lives.

It will be headline news
the world over.

The best publicity
any book ever had.

I promise you.

No.

A hundred people
will die,

unless you prevent it.

You must act.

We must maintain
the excitement
to the very end.

Where is she?

You promised you'd get
her out of here.

Silvia!

You wouldn't want to lose
the girl again, would you?

[David]
Silvia!

[breathing]

[sparking]

[David]
It's the passenger list.

[hostess]
We'll be serving
dinner shortly.

[Kovak]
A hundred people will die
unless you prevent it.

[cheering and clapping]

[man with cap]
Let's get
a nice picture now.

Here we go,
everyone. Ready?

Look at me.
Cheese.

[many]
Cheese!

[David] Yes, I need to know the number

for the Fast Walkers Head Office.

[female voice]
I can look it up for you
but I don't believe

they'll be answering
their phone today.
It's the 4th of July.

Sunday, July 4th,
gloomy Sunday.

Excuse me?

Okay, would you give me
the number of the Majorca
Tourist Information?

[guide]
Get to the boats, please.
The tour's about to begin.

Thanks.
Gracias.

Ooh!

[distant music]

[loud music]

[many, admiringly]
Ohh.

Ahh!

Agh!

[screeching tires]

The Fast Walkers
Convention?

Yes, they are here
but they've gone out.

Where?
Where?

Check the activities board.

What?

Over there.

[guide]
This way, please.
Straight over there.

The caves of hell.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Hell.

[loud organ music]

[many]
Wow!

Hey! Hey!

[tour guide]
There are 70 meters

from the entrance
to the bottom

over there, on the right.

[tourist]
Hey, there's someone
down there!

What did you say?

There's a girl!

[tires screeching]

[David]
Will you just
listen to me?

You've got to get
to the caves now!

What? Well, what
kind of cop are you?

Get off your ass
and do your fucking job!

Easy, easy does it.

Careful, she's hurt.

She didn't fall
over the handrail.

She would've
killed herself.

What happened?

How'd you end up
down there?

They put me
in a hole.

[female voice]
Just a minute.

I know her.

Do you remember me?

We were
on the same plane.

Kathy?

Yes, dear.
It's me.

What is it, honey?

They're gonna kill us!

[man]
Who? What?

She said they're
gonna kill us!

[indistinct voices]

Bastard.

Where are they going?
We've got to get
out of here.

Don't worry.
I won't leave you
till you're okay again.

[guide in Spanish]
We've found a girl
in the cave,

she is pretty shaken up.
Seems she had an accident

Call for an ambulance...copy?

[Kathy]
Here, let me.

My brother
has a fishing boat
in Florida.

Okay, Kate,
you try it.

Here we go.

The thing's
out of petrol.

No, surely not.
[indistinct]

[Heather Nova singing
Gloomy Sunday
from a distance]

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumberless

[guide, talking]

What is it, Roy?

I can't breathe.

There's no air.

Start the motor!
Quick!

[motor starts]

Can't it go any faster?

Take it easy.
It won't go any faster.

[music continues distantly]

[motor sputters out]

Christ!

[Kathy]
Goddamn boats.

Under the water!
We have to get
under the water!!

Jump!

He's just arrived.

[Kathy, choking]
What are you doing--!

Dearest, the shadows

I live with are numberless

[radio static]

Not where the black--

[guide, indistinct]

[guide] Hey, what are you doing? Get off of there!

[screaming]

[music, indistinct]

Would they be angry--

Do you see her?

I don't know!

Why doesn't
she come up?

[motor starts up]

Drop your gun
and put your hands up.
Stand up very slowly.

Take it easy!
It was me who called!

Drop your gun drop the gun.

No!
I didn't kill him!

[screams]

[guide, over radio]
Help! they're going crazy.

I need to speak to them.
I need the walkie-talkie!

[speaks Spanish]

Do not move!

Are you there? Help, they're all jumping into the pit.

Gloomy Sunday.
Can't you hear the music?

Hold it...wait! Stop!

[loud gunshot]

[screams]

[guide speaks
Spanish over radio]

[screams]
[music]

What's that?

[man in boat] Can you hear that?

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming

I was only dreaming

[screams]

Maybe we should get
outside and get help.

Gloomy Sunday

With shadows
I spend it all

My heart and I

Have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be--

[silence]

[whimpering]

[distant voice, indistinct]

Hey!

Hey! Where are
the others?

Hey!!

Where are
the others?!

[sirens]

[female reporter]
Bodies are still
being discovered,

although so far,
there are only
seven survivors,

six of whom are
in a state of shock.

If the testimony of the guide who accompanied the group can be corroborated,

this horror
could well be confirmed

as an inexplicable case
of collective suicide.

[indistinct]

[David]
Excuse me.

[male rescuer]
Please sir, you
shouldn't be here.

Remember a girl
with long brown hair?

Right now,
it's impossible
to look at anyone.

Why don't you speak
to the Police?

[speaking Spanish]

[male speaks French]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[female reporter
speaking German]

[David]
It'll be headline news
the world over.

You're here.
Somewhere.

Near the blood.

[distant TV reporter]

[female voice]
This is Kim Hughes,

reporting live
from the Caves of Hell.

We will continue
to give you updates
throughout the night.

I can imagine how
you must be feeling
at the moment.

Up to now, your performance hasn't been too brilliant, David.

First, Jane.

Then, Silvia.

[gun cocking]

Come on.

No one will blame you
for this.

I deserve what
you're going to do.

What are you
waiting for?

No, I'll tell you
what you deserve.

You deserve to suffer.

A slow agonizing death
while that tumor grows
inside your head.

It'll get to you.
You know it will.

That's what you deserve.

[gun uncocking]

One day,

you're gonna get up

and you won't remember how to use a fork.

I'm not gonna be
your easy way out.

What do you think
will happen,

when all those bodies
are repatriated?

This time the autopsies
will give them the key.

They'll take
a mere few days

to catch up
on what I took

years to discover.

And then they'll use it.

Have no doubt about that.

There's only one person

who can raise the alarm
about what's coming.

You, David.

Mm.

But I'm not going to.

You want me
to make you a legend.

So, what are you
going to do?

Sit at home,
counting the dead?

That book
is your opportunity
to do something.

If you don't write it,

it will become a cancer
gnawing away
inside of you.

You have
a conscience, David.

You couldn't live
with something like that.

Do you really think
that you have a choice?

[gun cocking]

Maybe you're right.

I don't think
I could live with that.

You're not going to do it.

And how can you stop me?

She's not dead.

She's still alive.

You're lying.

Have I ever lied to you?

Something
that can be activated,

can also be deactivated.

Have you seen
her body?

Think for a moment.

It would have been
stupid of me

to waste
my trump card.

I assure you
she's alive.

Kill me
or she'll die.

You know I'll do it.

You have to choose
between me and her.

Oh, come on, David!

Stop thinking
and act for once.

You haven't--
[gunshot]

[Kim]
Another survivor has
just been found at the lake,

making it now a total
of eight people
recovered alive,

though the number
of dead stands at...