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(low sinister whispering)

(warbling growl) (gurgling)

Hey, mate.

(thudding)

We'll go in a minute.

(intense music)

Jesus!

(gurgling)

(flesh squelching)

(growling)

[Female] Come with me.

(eerie music)

(camera shutter clicking)

Enough.

What's he doing?

It's just his way, shh.

(death metal rock music)

Fuck's sake, go on baby.

There's so many men out there.

Yeah, but they're all fucking ugly or desperate.

Well, (mumbles).

Yeah, that's why I dumped him.

No, no, I found my dog prince.

I didn't know Sutton was coming.

Yeah, well he is.

All over my tits.

(laughing)

(heavy metal music drowns out lyrics)

Ooh wow.

You have to give your body to him.

Remember to take precaution.

Don't worry, I'm on the pill.

(suspenseful music)

(glass shattering)

(gasping)

(growling) (intense music)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

(sinister laughing) (eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

(gurgling)

(dramatic music)

Thanks.

We must look after you, mustn't we?

What did you say?

Now that you're one of us.

Good day to you.

(suspenseful music)

Mommy says that you're going to have my little brother.

Can I come and see him?

Natalie, what are you doing?

I told you not to tell anybody.

What have I told you about talking to strangers?

Do I have to...

(gasping)

(upbeat bass and drum music)

(screaming)

Trust him.

Ah!

(doorbell ringing)

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Fucking hell.

Are you all right?

Do you want a cup of tea?

No.

Fuck.

I need a cigarette.

God Mel, you look horrible.

What's going on?

That fucker spiked me, Nick.

I've been fucking chipping out all day.

Really fucking weird shit, really fucking horrible.

What happened?

I don't know, I can't remember.

Ew, I feel fucking awful.

What the fuck was in those pills?

I've been seeing like really horrible faces all day.

Really contorted, demonic fucking faces.

Calm, what do you mean faces?

And where the fuck did he go?

He just fucks me and used me, he left to go,

and so I was running through the streets everywhere.

All these people were looking, everyone's fucking

looking at me...

Hey, hey, hey it's okay now.

Take it easy, it's over.

It's finished.

I should have listened to you.

He did something to me.

You're fine, all right?

Too much booze, too many drugs and you just picked up

a fucking idiot, it happens.

I'm so stupid.

Quit blaming yourself.

You did nothing wrong.

I should have listened to you.

We should have listened to each other.

I'll drink to that.

Look, I really don't want to go home tonight.

That's cool, you can crash here if you want.

We can get with some sleep.

Where you going?

Are you taking the pits?

No, these are sleeping pills.

You're gonna sleep like a baby.

And wake up fine.

(sinister whispering)

(growling)

Uh.

(dramatic music)

Nikki?

Nikki!

[Nikki] Shit Mel, what is it?

Nikki wake up.

Wake up.

What?

Touch me.

Touch me.

Here.

Press.

Can you feel that?

What am I supposed to feel?

You can feel it here.

Press.

Lower.

Harder, press harder.

What is it?

Is it a lump?

I don't know.

Oh God.

It's a bump.

Oh Nikki, no.

I don't want to know.

Call an ambulance or something.

He's put something inside me, feel it!

It's okay, just relax.

It's just a bruise.

Oh.

(screaming)

(scissors squelching) (screaming)

(baby babbling)

(screaming) (gurgling)

[Man] Right.

So you talked to everybody across the street?

[Female] I did.

(mumbles)

What about the other fact?

(mumbles)

(chattering)

Fucking (mumbles) at all.

Not much (mumbles).

Glorious bloody technical evidence all I fucking need.

It's a fucking disgrace, we are getting no where.

A word, my office.

You don't need to say it, sir.

Four murders in one week and no solid leads,

it's a piss poor showing, I know.

But that new computer system's a little off wank.

With all due respect, for every piece of crap we type in

we get a load more bullocks back.

That's not what I wanted to talk about, Pete.

I've had a worrying call from Joan, the photographer.

Something about you touching the dead bodies.

Yes, sir.

Just something I have to do.

Okay.

Any particular reason?

To make sure they really are dead.

How long has this been going on, Pete?

'Bout seven years.

Ever since the girl.

Abigail Watson.

Abigail Watson, wasn't she one of Kemper's?

His fourth victim.

She was only 10 years old.

That bastard raped and abused her repeatedly for two days.

I remember, Pete.

You were the first to find her.

He broken her pelvic bone.

With his fist.

Severe trauma led to a state of advanced catalepsy.

Her body functions shut down.

No sign of life.

I know what happened.

It was all a terrible mistake.

I was with her the longest.

If I'd touched her I would have known.

She woke up in a fridge.

Yes, but no one could have known...

She woke up in a fridge in the morgue.

They think she was awake for at least 10 hours

before she froze to death.

No one heard her screams.

When they eventually pulled her out,

they found she'd broken every bone in her hands.

From pounding endlessly against the metal walls.

No one should have to suffer like that.

Except maybe bastards like Kemper.

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(flesh squelching)

(suspenseful music)

(sinister whispering)

[Man] They must be destroyed onsite.

(eerie music)

[Emma] What if he's in?

If he's in, then we say we're lost.

I'll get directions, you go in and use the toilet.

Except you don't use the toilet.

I look for money.

Right.

The money is where you said it is, right?

Yeah, my sister told me.

He gives her a tip from it when she does

his meals on wheels.

Looks like no one's in.

Let's do it then.

[Emma] What are you doing?

About the only useful thing my dad ever taught me.

You watchin' the road?

Ooh, Christ, relax.

(mumbles)

Shh, whisper!

[Sophie] Where's the fucking light?

[Emma] Oh I can't find it.

[Sophie] Got to be here somewhere.

[Emma] Shh, (mumbles) people behind them.

[Sophie] (mumbles) face at the top of the stairs just

waiting to jump out at us.

(mumbles)

Come on.

I can't see a fucking thing.

(mumbles)

The old (mumbles) probably hasn't paid is lucky bill.

Come on.

Oh!

[Emma] Sophie, what is it?

Fucking death trap is what it is.

Go on then.

Boo!

[Emma] What the fuck you doing?

Your face.

You won't have a fucking face if you do that again.

Shush, the neighbours might hear.

Fuck you (mumbles).

Jesus, what a fucking stank.

Could be anywhere.

We could be here all night.

Get busy then.

Not here.

Jesus, his clothes fucking stink.

The whole room fucking stinks.

Oh my God, Emma.

Look what I found.

What is it?

(growling)

(laughing)

Oh my God, there his teeth.

Kiss kiss, darling.

[Emma] You're sick.

(knocking)

Shit.

(eerie music)

Let's just find the money and get the fuck

out of here, okay?

You check under the bed.

Sophie, look what I found.

Money.

(screaming)

Give my fucking tin back!

Give my tin (yelling).

Give my tin back!

(thumping) (screaming)

[Emma] Oh no.

Where the fuck did he come from?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why the fuck didn't he wake up?

Oh my God, Sophie.

Look.

Hearing aids, he's deaf.

He's dead.

I don't know.

Just touch him or something.

Nothing.

Oh fuck, what a mess.

What the fuck, (mumbles)

so many fucking times.

I had to he was fucking attacking you.

He's a deaf old man, Sophie.

Didn't have to fucking kill him.

Shut up, give me the money.

Oh.

There's got to be a few grand here.

This is a lot of money.

No, it's a fuck of a lot of money.

(screaming)

Where is me fucking tin?

(yelling) (screaming)

(knife squelching)

Are you all right?

No, I'm fucking not.

(thumping)

(sombre music)

(water sloshing)

What about our clothes?

Well we'll have to get some of his.

We've got to trash everything we were wearing.

No evidence.

What's gonna happen, Soph?

Nothing that we don't want to.

If someone finds out.

No one's gonna find out.

What if people start asking questions.

Who the fuck's gonna ask anything about anything?

Police, I don't know, someone.

You haven't told anyone have you?

No.

You sure?

My sister knows.

You told your sister?

She pretty much guessed, anyway, when I started asking

all those questions.

She'll be all right Sophie, I'll tell her,

I'll explain he attacked us.

It wasn't our fault.

So did you tell her I was in on it?

No, of course not.

I promise I didn't tell her, Soph.

Soph, it will be all right, won't it, Soph?

There's some okay clothes over there.

Look, Soph, you're my sister and a (mumbles)

if that's what you're worried about.

Shut up and just get dressed.

I'm gonna need a belt.

These are massive...

(thumping)

(screaming)

(bell chiming)

(eerie music)

(screaming)

What's your problem, Misses?

Cheers.

Geez, Sophie.

Where's my share?

(glass shattering)

Where's my share?

Where's my share?

(screaming)

(mumbles)

(screaming) (glass shattering)

For fuck's sake, somebody give me some good news.

Well?

We've got a positive ID on all four bodies.

Wonderful.

Corbin.

Now where have I heard that before?

Judge Corbin.

Who's that?

The Judge in the Kemper trial.

You think they're related?

Stone, oh fuck me.

Chief prosecutor in the Kemper trial was called Stone.

Philip Stone.

(suspenseful music)

(growling) (sinister laughing)

(phone ringing)

(mumbles)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

(thunder rumbling)

What the fuck is going on?

I think you should come and see this.

(growling)

[Kemper] Nick Holland.

(growling)

(cat shrieking) (growling)

(mumbles)

(knife squelching)

Sit down, Pete.

We've got the lab report.

You're not gonna like it.

The fingerprint on the medallion is Kemper's.

You're having a fucking laugh, aren't you sir?

I wish I was, Pete.

But the labs are 100% sure.

It's Kemper's.

Bullocks.

I've spoken to Dr. Ross at the hospital.

Dr. Ross, she's a stupid cunt, sir.

Don't listen to her.

All right, Pete.

I won't listen to her.

I'll listen to you.

Now tell me about Kemper.

They say he can control people's minds.

Bullocks.

They say that to keep him in their hospital.

A mad serial killer's good for funding.

But Kemper is not mad.

Kemper was a professional hypnotist.

A travelling stage act.

A clever bastard.

Remember, don't look in his eyes.

[Pete] He chose his young victims from

among his audiences.

Hypnotising them on stage,

in front of unsuspecting parents.

The kids had performed their funny turn,

then go back to their seats, unaware of the hidden

phrases that Kemper had subliminally planted in their minds.

All he had to do was telephone the child,

say the trigger word, and the child would come to him.

Kemper's reign for abduction and terror lasted

over 25 years.

For every rape and murder he was eventually charged with,

there must be countless more.

He used the children in sick depraved rituals.

(mumbles)

Trying to emulate his father, infamous '30s satanist

Anthony Crawling, but whereas his father's dabblings

in the (mumbles) brought him fame, fortune and success.

Kemper's activities got him nothing.

Not the power he craved.

Just an ever increasing pile of bodies.

Kemper turned to cannibalism.

To get rid of the evidence.

Search every inch of this stinking cell.

But his appetite for murder overtook his appetite

for human flesh.

And a neighbour reported the foul smell of uneaten remains.

Let me talk to Kemper, sir.

I'll get you some fucking answers.

(dramatic music)

* La la la la la.

Where'd you get that from?

(mumbles)

Yeah?

Is it good stuff?

[Natalie] Here we go, baby.

(upbeat music)

Is that good?

Give me some more of that.

(car horn honking)

Fucking wanker.

(mumbles) got any spare change?

Hey!

Fucking trash!

[Natalie] Nick!

[Nick] Jesus fucking!

[Natalie] Jesus!

Fucking Christ!

You've gotta have a look, Nick.

Not a scratch.

(upbeat music)

(sensual music)

I can't.

It doesn't matter to me.

It does to me.

(suspenseful music)

I didn't say it wasn't possible, Nick.

Just unfeasible.

What is it you want, Doc?

A hundred grand?

Two?

Yes, I would need a lot of money, but,

you tell me, where do I get a leg from?

Maybe you know a shop where they sell them,

I'm afraid I do not.

But if you had a leg, it would be possible, right?

Well, if you got a leg.

It would be possible.

Thomas.

It's Nick, yeah, that Nick.

I know, a year.

Two years, my how time flies.

No, no, yeah that's okay.

Listen, you still live alone?

Yup, no reason.

Yeah.

Just something you might be able to help me out with.

Yeah.

(mumbles)

Okay, I'll pop around tomorrow.

Okay, all right, see you tomorrow.

Which is your favourite?

The one I lost in the accident.

(heavy metal music)

(elevator buzzing)

(upbeat music drowns out lyrics)

(knocking)

(upbeat music drowns out lyrics)

Thomas?

How's Trix?

What do you want, Nick?

That's no way to greet no mate, now is it?

I don't hang out with the old crowd anymore.

That's good, because I've got a little job that I

don't want the old crowd to know about.

Know what I mean?

It's a nice little earner.

Come on in.

[Nick] (mumbles) Thomas.

Yeah.

So what's this job then?

So impatient.

Don't I get a cup of tea?

No, what's this job?

What is it, a robbery?

Of sorts.

Yeah, so where do I come in then?

You've got something that I want.

Yeah, what?

You're standing on it.

Not the fucking rug, Thomas.

Your leg.

What do you mean, my leg?

Exactly what I said.

Now Nick, don't fuck about, mate.

I want your fucking leg.

[Thomas] Nick, no...

(gun shot blasting)

(suspenseful music)

All right, then.

(flesh squelching)

Good evening, Nick.

Do you have an appointment?

No.

Better than that.

(moaning)

What the fuck's going on?

Who's she?

It's okay (mumbles).

(screaming)

Surprise!

Oh my God, Nick.

What have you done?

Is it real?

Ah!

Nat, calm down now.

It's not what you think.

You remember the doctor I told you about?

Oh Christ, Nick, please.

It's what we've always wanted.

I'm a whole man again.

Who's leg is it?

It's mine.

(upbeat music)

(intense music)

(screaming)

(suspenseful music)

Natalie!

Nat!

Natalie, no.

No, no.

Oh no, no!

(yelling)

Nat!

Shh.

Okay.

Okay.

(upbeat music)

* Gonna kiss you like a sledge hammer

* Love you like a rollercoaster

* Warm you like a flame thrower

* I'll take you far I'm gonna drill you

* Like an egg souffle

* Touch you like a close shave

* So welcome to my strange day

* When I will take you far

* I'm gonna give you my heartbreaking love

* I'm gonna give you my heartbreaking love

* I'm gonna give you my heartbreaking love

* Tease you like a (mumbles)

* Stroke you like a sidewinder

* Hug you...

(moaning)

Well done, oh baby.

Oh!

Not now, Nat.

I want it to be perfect.

Well in that case.

You better start running, boy.

Hey, come back.

Bring that back.

Natalie.

* Breaking love, breaking love.

Come on baby, take it.

Your carriage awaits, my love.

Why thank you sir.

(lively piano music)

(upbeat music)

Where we going?

How does the honeymoon suite at the Ritz sound?

Perfect.

Get the coke.

In the back, in the bag.

In the back, fucking hell.

What was that?

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Ow.

Ow!

Ah!

(tyres screeching) (yelling)

Fuck, Nat.

(screaming)

(mumbles) receiving 6055.

(mumbles)

Personal injury, Chester Road.

Young female.

Ambulance required.

(radio voices mumbling)

Excuse me sir, do you...

(flesh squelching)

(yelling)

It won't die.

Oh Jesus!

(gurgling)

Receiving 6055.

(mumbles) to receiving, 6055.

Chester Road.

[Man] That's exactly where we're going.

Extra assistance required.

(radio voices mumbling)

Move along sir, there's nothing to see.

(yelling)

(gurgling)

Over there, lift the toilet.

(police sirens howling)

What the fuck have I done to deserve this?

Inspector Neilson?

Neilson here.

[Richard] Hey, listen, I've just heard from Branson.

They found a list in Kemper's cell.

It confirms it, you were right.

Yeah, I know we just pulled Nick Holland's body

out of his Porsche.

Son of Joseph, the foreman of the jury on campus trial.

He's on the list.

Who else is on the list?

[Richard] There's just one more name, Pete.

Yours.

Mine?

My God.

My son.

Richard, I,

I've got to warn him.

[Richard] We've found his house, Pete.

The line's dead, when was the last time you spoke to him?

What do you mean the line's dead?

[Richard] I'm gonna put out an APB.

When was the last time you spoke to him?

Two and half weeks ago.

He was at work.

(gentle music)

(chattering)

[Penny] Guess who?

Um, Michelle Pfeiffer?

Wishful thinking.

So, are we still on for tonight?

Certainly are.

Uh-oh, trouble.

Richard.

Busy as usual?

Richard was just giving me some advice, Mr. Pringle.

Oh I'm sure he was, Penny.

This is your third and final warning.

We've been monitoring your work.

I'm compiling a report.

We know you've been accessing some rather

disturbing material.

[Richard] Yes, it's all in the report.

[Mr. Pringle] And yet you have not informed

our operators of the dangers.

Yes, yes, Mr. Pringle I appreciate your concern.

Appreciate this Richard.

Seven days, one week.

Your report, my desk, on it.

Final warning, understand?

Stupid fucking jordy wet ass cunt.

Oh my God.

Sorry, Penny, you shouldn't have seen that.

You spend all day watching that stuff?

It's just a job, you get used to it.

I don't let it affect me.

Glad to hear it.

That was horrible.

So, where are you taking me tonight?

Richard?

Richard?

Sorry, Pen, I was miles away.

So where are we going then?

Well I thought maybe an Indian

and back to (mumbles) for some coffee.

Coffee at mine, sounds divine.

Ciao.

(suspenseful music)

Yes, I fucking do.

Fuck.

(screaming)

So, tell me about the terrible sites you've seen.

I don't know about all that.

I've got an incredibly morbid imagination.

Have you now?

You kept that quiet.

You dark little maiden.

So?

What?

Are you gonna tell me?

Or am I gonna have to read the report?

Hm, well,

I could tell you or I could do better than that.

I could show you.

Hm.

(laughing)

Did you see his face?

That was classic.

This place is great.

Yeah, it's all right.

So what you wanna do now?

I could think of a few things.

(mumbles)

Champagne.

Champagne?

Okay.

And, you go upstairs and then I'll come up

and meet you up there.

Go about it.

Champagne.

Champagne.

I need champagne.

Well maybe pa-magne.

Up here?

Yeah.

Watch your step.

I'll never get upstairs.

It's dark up here.

It's all right, it's just there, keep going.

On the left.

Yeah.

In there.

Good.

Well the last thing she said was that she was

going to a restaurant with him.

But that was three days ago.

(door bell ringing)

Penny!

Penny, love you all right?

Penny, it's Mary from work.

We're all very worried about you.

(gasping) Oh my God, Penny, what happened?

What's he been saying about me?

Nothing, nobody's been saying anything about you.

Look, Penny, let me in.

Tell them I'm never going back, ever.

(sinister whispering)

(dramatic music)

Please don't do this to me.

Oh fuck.

(suspenseful music)

(police sirens howling)

Richard?

A word.

Mary from (mumbles) cam to see me this morning.

Uh-huh.

She saw Penny Marshall last night.

She said the girl's in an awful state.

Refusing to come back to work.

And?

What the hell's that got to do with me?

I don't know, you tell me.

Richard.

Yeah, I can hear you, Pringle, what is it?

This extra screen, not really conducive with our

company's policy of open working environment.

This company policy is a load of ass.

[Mr. Pringle] Richard.

I strongly advice you move this partition.

Or I'll be forced to take extreme measures.

Fuck your extreme measures.

Fuck your company, and fuck you.

There she is.

There she fucking is.

Yeah.

Splendid.

What the fuck!

You are so fired.

Get your things and get out and go.

You'll be paid till the end of the month.

Reasons for your dismissal will be available

on written request.

Written request?

Shove it up your ass!

Don't be ridiculous Richard.

(thudding)

Fuck!

Fucking changed it.

(glass shattering)

(sinister whispering)

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

I did nothing wrong!

For fuck's sake, please let me out.

(laughing)

Please!

Let me out.

Oh, thank God.

Listen, you gotta get me out of here please.

Ah!

Fuck, fuck.

Ah!

Ah!

(thudding)

(laughing)

Wha, wha, what the fuck?

Fuck, fuck off!

You fuck!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

You fucking denied me!

(sobbing)

You deny me!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bailiffs.

(growling)

(eerie music)

(moaning)

Somebody somewhere knows where you are.

Sorry?

Speak to me.

(upbeat music)

[Man] Come on, mate.

Your time's up.

I should have been out of here 10 minutes ago.

Black coffee, five sugars.

(gentle music)

Hey!

(suspenseful music)

(growling)

(sinister whispering)

(dog barking)

(growling)

(sinister whispering)

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

What do you want?

I want to know about the sick room.

Oh you mean that internet thing?

You know about it.

Can't say I do.

But I know of a guy.

Big area on my roof, outside.

Loads of cables, there's fucking boxes, you know,

I mean, all in the spare room at the back.

But they said it was a prime location, they did.

Who are they?

Can't say I know.

Some (mumbles).

If I offered you good money.

But there was (mumbles).

Because they said this was the best spot to be in

for all the equipment.

This equipment, where is it?

I want to see it.

You work for the government?

What do you think?

This day in the government, nothing would surprise me.

Why don't you show me, little man?

Follow me.

Straight through this door here.

Right to the far end, straight through that door

down there.

There's a door at the back, and in there is a light switch.

Go straight in there, and you'll find it.

Where abouts, straight on?

Yes, straight there.

You'll be all right, careful.

Straight through there.

You'll find the light switch down there.

Watch your head.

I'm having a cup of tea, would you like one?

Where'd you say the light was?

Fuck!

No, no, no!

Fuck let me out!

Fuck no!

Let me out!

No, you made a fuckin' mistake.

(yelling)

Ah!

Fuck, no, fuck!

Ah!

(screaming)

Yes, I understand.

Yes.

I'll inform him.

They've identified a body found in Bromley yesterday.

Your son is dead.

(laughing)

What the hell's he doing here?

Cell's a little bit untidy at the moment.

There's no where else to put him.

(metal screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

(bones cracking)

What do you think you're doing, Pete?

What I should have done years ago when I had the chance.

I'm gonna kill him.

I can't let you do that, Pete.

I know.

I won't ask.

(thudding)

Sleep well, now.

(upbeat music)

(mumbles)

[Man] (mumbles) It's pushing me to the edge.

And I don't know if it's Lucifer himself or what.

But he selected a lot (mumbles).

It's damaging their brains.

(upbeat music)

[Dr. Ross] I don't think you understand, Inspector.

Kemper is not in a secure zone.

And until the patient returns to his room,

I cannot authorise any interviews whatsoever.

[Pete] I don't think you understand, Dr. Ross.

Your patient is involved in a murdering query.

I'm aware of that, Inspector, but rules are rules.

You'll have to wait until Kemper's returned to his room.

You're just buying time, aren't you?

Roper's spoken to you, hasn't he?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't like being messed about.

I'm not messing...

Shooting you means nothing to me.

Understand?

I think so, yes, yes.

Keep your arms by your side.

Walk slowly, and take me to him.

Now!

(dramatic music)

Brian, this is Inspector Neilson.

He's here to interview Kemper.

Open the door.

If you're sure, Dr. Ross.

I'm sure.

Neilson?

So nice of you to make it, Inspector.

That's Detective Inspector.

Your arrest got me promoted.

Well good for you.

Get the spare key!

Get security, now go!

Sit down.

I take it you know about your boy (laughing)...

(gun shot blasting)

I said, sit down.

A gun, I underestimated you, Inspector.

But it won't be enough to save you.

You're talking crap, Kemper.

Haven't they taught you anything?

I teach them, Inspector.

Like I'm going to teach you.

You and all those other sceptics!

Teach me how to scream like a baby!

(gun shot blasting)

Ah!

You never believed in my powers.

And my father's powers.

You never believed in evil.

Only the evil I can destroy.

(gun shot blasting)

That's where you're wrong, Inspector.

You can't kill evil.

Watch me.

(gun shot blasting)

Let me go you bastard, he's not dead!

You shot him.

Let me finish him!

Take that madman out of here.

Don't just stand there Brian.

(intense music) (knife squelching)

(moaning)

My father would have been proud of you, my son.

His power lives on in you.

Shh.

Rest now, father, for our journey has just begun.

(gun shot blasting)

No!

(sobbing)

Not so fucking powerful now, is he, eh?

Not so fucking evil now, eh?

What do you say?

Oh no!

Come on, big man.

Hypnotise me why don't you?

Put a spell on me.

Show me your powers, come on!

I dare you!

Evil will destroy you, Inspector, when you least

expect it, and then you will believe...

(gun shot blasting)

Jesus!

Don't shoot!

It's over.

Put the gun down.

He's dead.

Everybody's dead.

Not till I'm sure.

It's over.

(yelling)

Evil has just begun!

(gurgling)

(gun shots blasting)

(yelling)

(upbeat music)

[Man] (mumbles) in this life.

I know it's pushing me to the edge.

And I don't know if it's Lucifer himself

or what, but he's collected (mumbles).

And he's damaging their brains.

(upbeat music)