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Pain is the only real
truth left in this world.

Echo Base to Echo Leader.

Come on.

Over.

Come in, goddamn it.

This is Echo Leader, over.

You boys are supposed to
protect my land from intruders,

not become intruders!

Apparently, one of your
highly trained soldiers

has wandered into the perimeter.

He's about to step
on Havoc's toes.

Oh, Jesus!

Yes, sir.

I'll get him out of
there right away, over.

Don't bother.

The lion needs to feed.

Echo leader,
you're breaking up.

I can barely hear you.

So where do I go, east?

Over.

Affirmative, go due east.

Go fast and go quiet.

Hurry, before he sees you!

Over.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

What can I get you?

Diet soda?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Hey, do you know a Mrs. Wallace?

No.

Hello, miss?

- Hi, Miss...
- No names.

No details.

We'll converse outside.

Follow me.

Okay.

Follow me.

Where are we going?

We're about ready to
head up to the compound.

Who is this?

He's here to
collect your phone

and any other electronic
devices you may have.

I think for safety reasons
I should hang on to my phone.

If you wanna
interview my client,

you will follow
his instructions.

Okay.

Can I at least keep my tablet?

It's a basic device
reporters use.

And it's a perfect
tracking device

for any law enforcement agency

to finally find
out this location.

Okay, look, I get that
you have to protect him.

Okay, I do.

All right, I get that.

But I'm just here
to tell the story.

I mean, you should know
that I'm no threat.

It's obvious to me that
you would like to propel

your career into high
gear by interviewing

one of the FBI's most wanted.

Okay, but I'm a known reporter

and I know that your
people investigated me

before offering
me this interview.

We did, however, we
weren't able to be certain

whether you contacted the FBI

or any other law
enforcement agency

that would love to take
my client into custody.

I never wanted this
interview, Miss Weaver,

but my client insisted on it.

So I'm looking for any
reason, any reason whatsoever,

to tell him we had to
cancel this interview

and send you home.

So you give me no choice.

It all depends on how
much you value your career.

Ambitious girl.

Collect her electronics.

Echo Siren to Echo Leader.

I'll be driving into grid
46 with the reporter.

Do not shoot.

I repeat, do not shoot, over.

Copy that.

I'll alert all sentries, over.

And make sure the asset
is nowhere near us, over.

Don't worry about that.

Havoc is occupied.

Echo Siren, incoming
with the package.

We're gonna have to
change your clothing.

Excuse me?

My client is very eccentric

and he expects you to
dress for the occasion.

Haven't we had enough
weirdness already today?

I'm sure there's something
in here that will fit you.

Okay, I am trying to
comply with your rules here,

but I feel like I'm being
toyed with on this one.

If you want to interview
the extremely wealthy,

you're gonna have to get
used to being toyed with.

Now get changed and we'll
take you to see him.

Okay, well I insist on
having a video camera.

Any small one will do.

You're pushing your
luck, Miss Weaver.

And you've played your hand

one too many times,
Mrs. Wallace.

Okay, I have complied with
every safety regulation

and I am even
willing to wear one

of those ridiculous
costumes for him, okay,

but when I leave
here with my story,

I'm gonna need proof that
I interviewed this man.

Video proof.

I'll be outside.

And?

And I'll allow for a small
mini reorder but that's it.

Understood.

I guess I could
get all dolled up.

This interview's gonna
make me a star reporter.

Let me guess,

for security reasons,

one of your men has
to watch me undress?

No.

No.

Just deal with it, Ellen.

Small price to pay for
an express ticket to CNN.

What is this place?

Have you seen this girl?

Talk, you son of a bitch!

Shit.

Hello?

I'm here for the interview.

That dress is fabulous.

You look beautiful in it.

I think I look like a fool but

it was the only one that fit me

out of those ridiculous
choices I was given.

Your Mrs. Wallace
is quite a spitfire.

Oh, Mrs. Wallace.

She's special.

Please, have a seat.

I gotta say, I'm happy
to see it's really you.

I can't remember the last
time someone said that to me.

It's just that I was unsure

if the offer to interview
you was genuine.

I'm not famous.

Not to the public, no,

but to law enforcement
agencies and reporters,

you're Elvis.

Once your story gets out,

you're gonna be headline
news all over the world.

And so will the investigative
reporter who found me.

Got my fingers
crossed on that one.

This is Ellen Weaver
reporting for Ottawa Iowa's

leader in breaking news,
Channel Four Action News.

Please excuse my attire,
it will all be self evident

once you see the man
I'm about to interview.

He just made the FBI's
Top 10 most wanted list

and his identity is
shrouded in such mystery,

he'sonly known to law enforcement
agencies as The Voyeur.

Sir, thank you so much for
allowing me to interview you.

Thank you for allowing
me to explain my work.

I'd like to take
this opportunity

to clear up any misconceptions.

I'll cut to the chase.

Several law enforcement
agencies all over the world

have issued warrants
for your arrest.

They claim you've
invested a fortune on what

they described as
macabre experiments.

That's true in a way.

I did inherit my
family's fortune.

Their wealth was vast.

There's even a report
stating you used that money

to stage the filming
of snuff films,

where actresses were
actually murdered.

There were deaths involved,

but I refuse to call
my work something

as loathsome as snuff films.

They were true pieces of art.

More than that,
together they were

the most honest expression of
humanity that I've ever seen.

And of nature, too.

So you're confirming your
involvement in the snuff...

Excuse me,

performance pieces

where actresses were
actually murdered on film?

There may be some that
could see it that way.

Look, I didn't come all
this way and risk everything

just for vague answers.

But you said you wanted
your story to be told

and I'm here to tell it.

But I'm gonna need
straight answers.

Oh, so you want to
do surface reporting?

That's not gonna work.

If you want someone to believe
you, you have to dig deep.

I have a question for you.

That's not why I'm here.

I came a long way to
ask you questions.

What do you want out of life?

Happiness?

Is that what I'm
supposed to say?

Sure.

Doesn't everyone want happiness?

Suppose so.

Almost everyone.

Let me guess.

Everyone but you, right?

What do you want?

Truth.

But there isn't much
happiness in the truth.

Okay, we can go
down this road.

Why not strive for happiness
like the rest of us?

Truth is cold.

It's fear, pain.

Truth is knowing that we all
are going to die someday.

And that light at
the end of the tunnel

is not a gateway to heaven.

It's a hallucination

that is caused

by a flood of endorphins

created to help us
give up the fight.

And to help us give in
the the sweet goodnight.

Truth is realizing
that if God did exist,

he would be ashamed of us

for being a bunch
of self-serving apes

that only care about
accumulating wealth.

The fact of the matter
is, those young women

that participated in our films,

they experienced something
that few of us ever will.

They saw and they knew

the truth to our existence.

The real truth before they died.

They were able to see

the fury of nature itself
and because of that,

they were edified
to the fullest.

But they had to die to
receive that edification?

How do you lure these actresses
to your film shoots anyway?

I'm assuming they're
not made aware

of the reality of the situation.

Most of them wanted
to be celebrities.

Not really artists, if
you know what I mean.

I wanted to
congratulate you all

for being chosen
for Terror Mountain.

It is the ultimate
horror reality TV show

and whoever wins this show

gets the million
dollars cash prize.

There are cameras everywhere
and they're constantly rolling.

And since they only
wanted fame and fortune

it was easy to convince them.

Greed and pride are deadly sins.

So is murder.

You mean wrath.

And one day I will pay for
my sins in the same way.

The point is, we
offered them money,

we made sure they didn't
have any fathers or husbands.

It was easy.

You mention fathers.

Do you think your father turned
you into the type of person

who would do these things?

Are you a reporter?

Or are you a psychotherapist?

Maybe a little of both.

Tell me about your father.

About his wealth.

I will.

But if we are going
to get personal,

I need you to tell
me about yours first.

I don't have one.

Do you want to get
personal with this interview

that's gonna make your career?

If you do, do it, get personal.

We all know that the subject
of fathers can get complicated.

When was the last time
you saw your father?

What was your strongest
memory of him?

When my parents divorced,

I went from having a
father to wanting one.

Okay, I would wait every day
for a phone call from him.

His calls were so rare
it was like Christmas

when he finally
did bother to call.

I grabbed that phone like
I was opening a present.

For a moment, I was happy.

But then the disappointment
set in because

he would just complain
about how my mom

was the reason we were
apart, how horrible she was,

very little about me until,

as time passed, the calls
became less frequent until

they finally stopped
all together.

I heard he started a new family.

How's that?

Personal enough for you?

Tell me about your father.

He was always there.

He showed me that most people
are as worthless as cattle

and could be treated as such.

On the topic of fathers,
you said you lure in actresses

who don't have
fathers or husbands.

Hell, I'm not married

and you knew I didn't
have a father, didn't you?

We were very thorough in
our investigation of you

before we offered the interview.

When was the last time one
of these films were made?

There is no last time.

In fact, we have a couple
of aspiring actresses

right now on the compound
waiting to be stars.

So you admit to these things?

About a decade ago, I
found myself in a prison cell

in some godforsaken
place in this world.

And before I even knew
what I was looking at,

in a cell across from mine

I found it.

Found what?

It was just
pacing in its cell.

Back and forth.

It didn't even understand
why it wasn't allowed out.

It was just pacing
back and forth

and I watched and I
was consumed by it,

and its eyes were black,

all black, like a shark's,

but I knew there was
something else in these eyes

and so I just
waited and watched.

And then I saw it.

It was the truth.

There is no lying in these eyes.

It simply...

was.

Like a storm.

And suddenly everything
in my life made sense

and I was able, at the
moment, to start seeing

the truth in our existence

and of what we are.

You keep saying it.

Are you referring to
a creature or a man?

It was just a force of nature.

Still is.

I used to be afraid of
death, but now, with Havoc,

I control death.

I am its master.

Like Beethoven
was able to create

such works with great beauty,

Havoc can destroy
with the same finesse.

Havoc?

Are you being poetic or is
that the prisoner's name?

No, that's just
what the guards

here at the compound call it.

It's prisoner
number A-Y-O-8-8-6.

I don't know anything
more than that.

All I knew was that I
needed to set him free.

So as soon as my lawyer
got me out of prison,

I went right back, bribed
the Warden to release

prisoner number A-Y-O-8-8-6

into my custody.

And?

And Havoc came with me.

And he has escaped from
me from time to time.

No!

As of now and over
the last several years,

he's been under my care.

Does Havoc star
in your snuff films?

Oh there you go with the
same slip of the tongue.

I'm starting to take offense.

No offense intended.

It's my life's work!

To answer your question,
Havoc is the star of my films.

Is he the executioner?

Does he kill the actresses?

Havoc kills
anything in its path.

I carry a gun.

I sleep with one under my
pillow at night just in case.

I think I have
everything I need.

Thank you so much,
I should be going.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

We have so much
more to talk about.

I think I have everything,
thank you so much.

You don't even know my
deepest darkest secret.

And what is that?

I should warn you.

A storm is coming.

Where is this girl?

Who the hell are you?

This is a private compound,
do you have a search warrant?

One last time.

Where is this girl?

Oh my God!

Help!

Oh my God!

Fuck!

Help me!

Oh my God.

Wait.

No, don't touch her!

No, no, no, please.

No.

No!

No!

No.

Help me, help.

Get away.

You get away from me!

Oh my God.

No!

Drop your weapon and put
your hands above your head.

Please just let me go.

I won't tell anyone
about this place, please.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, you're a cop.

Oh my God, thank God.

I thought you were one of them.

Have you seen this girl?

Do you have any
other police with you?

Any other backup?

This girl, have you seen her?

What?

No, no, I haven't
seen anyone like that.

Officer, can you call in backup?

Hello?

Are you listening
to what I am saying?

There are multiple crimes
happening here, okay, murder!

Okay.

Tell me what you know.

I was brought here
to interview a man

accused of murder, okay?

He lures people
in by telling them

that they're gonna be on
a TV show, in reality,

they're snuff films.

He really kills the actors.

Actors?

She's an actress.

This man has a
killer here, okay?

Something like you
have never seen.

They call him Havoc.

Keep talking
until I understand.

I'll tell you everything
you need to know but not here.

Okay, because if you
have like a SWAT team

or something with you,
they're gonna kill us both.

Can you drive a motorcycle?

No.

Come with me.

You know how to
drive a car, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

My cell phone doesn't
have reception up here.

Take my car and...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're
not gonna come with me?

I can't.

When you're in phone
reception, call 911.

You want me to go by myself?

Tell them there's
a detective on site.

Give them my badge number.

Okay, but wait, why don't
you just come with me?

I can't leave.

Wait, wait.

Wait.

Because of the girl
in the picture?

Yes.

I told you, I don't
even think I saw her.

Based on what I observed,
she's most likely here.

Okay, but you realize if she
is here she's being guarded

by those men and their
machine guns, right?

I mean, you're willing
to be killed for her?

Yes,

and I'd kill the whole
world to save her.

What kind of a cop are you?

What is she, your
kid or something?

Shit.

I should've known.

Hey!

Hey!

Is that your car?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, so when they
leave, we run over there

then drive the hell
outta here, right?

Only you.

Goddamn it, what
are they doing?

Waiting to see who
comes back for the car?

Probably.

Hey, look.

I'm sorry I gave you
a hard time earlier.

Okay, I understand
she's your daughter.

She's really lucky to have
a policeman for a father.

She never thought so.

When was the last
time you saw her?

It's been over 10 years.

What?

I haven't even spoken to her.

How do you suspect
she's even here?

My ex-wife
reported her missing.

I'm a detective.

All clues point to here.

Well, I hope you find her.

She'll be so happy to see you.

She hasn't been happy to
see me since she was eight.

Trust me, if she's
in this nightmare,

no matter what has
happened in your past,

she'll be happy to see you.

She's probably
forgotten me by now.

You don't happen to have
two spare tires, do you?

No!

Somebody, help me!

Please, stop it!

Please!

Stop touching me!

Don't do this!

I can't do it anymore!

Responding to shots fired.

Go! Go!

Fuck!

No!

Some one!

Help me, please!

Anyone!

Get me out of here!

Someone.

No!

Hey!

Hey!

Wake up, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on, wake up.

Please, help me.

I've been here for so long.

Have you seen this girl?

I can't take it anymore!

Look at the picture.

Have you seen her?

I can't believe it.

Talk to me!

I've been here for so long.

They keep hurting me,

then nursing me back to health.

About the girl!

I can't take it anymore.

Is she here?

Yes.

A few weeks ago she
came in, like me.

She thought she was
going to be on a TV show.

I can't believe it.

She said you would come.

Where is she?

You're her father, aren't you?

The policeman?

She said you would come.

She told me to hold
on for life because

her father would
come to save us.

She was right.

Where is she?

Out there.

Alma.

Wake up, baby.

Daddy.

It is you.

Oh.

Oh, baby.

I love you, I love you.

I told them you
were gonna come.

Yeah.

Daddy loves you.

Daddy loves you.

Listen, baby, no time.

Listen to me, no time.

Run, and don't stop.

No.

Listen to me, please.

No!

Run, and don't stop.

No!

Run!

Please, run, run!

Don't stop, run!

Cry Havoc

and let slip the dogs of war!