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Taylor, honey?

I want you to keep close to your sister.

Taylor, I wanna see.

Stay away from the windows.

Mom, Taylor's hogging the window.

I said stay away from the windows.

Mom!

Come on, kids. Get down to the basement.

The basement now!

Get out of my house!

Leave us alone!

Mommy?

Mommy.

Sam.

Sam, we've gotta go.

Go, go, go!

Mommy?

Is that you?

Leave her alone!

Just-- just leave us alone.

Taylor!

Sam.

Sam!

No.

No!

Somebody help me!

Somebody, please!

Dad?

Daddy!

Dad!

Dad, help me!

Daddy, please don't let them eat me.

Dad.

You've got to remember who you are.

Please, Dad.

It's me. It's Taylor.

How can you not know?

T...

Tay...

Taylor.

Get away from my son!

Tay... lor!

What...

is happening to me?

A conscience.

I have not seen one with a conscience

in quite some time.

But you, my friend--

you have eyes that see.

How?

How am I alive?

You're not.

But you are not

dead, either.

Certainly not like them.

Then what are you?

Other than no help to me?

I am in the shadows

and behind the light.

I am Asteroth,

Guide of the Wretched

and Prince of the Underdark.

Is this hell?

For some

I suppose that it could be.

Simpletons,

fools,

mindless, flesh-eating half-wits.

You will find them all here.

Asteroth, Lord of Answers,

Worthless Murk, your eternal servant,

grants you welcome to the Wretched.

Murk, we have a new arrival.

Yes, yes, goody-goody.

A new arrival for the Wretched.

You're gonna like it here.

Follow my disgusting friend here.

He may lead you to your answers.

Wait, Asteroth!

You must be Taylor.

My name is Bruce.

You can call me Bruce or anything else you'd like.

I don't mind.

Taylor, I am Mr. Timmons.

You are expected to follow our rules and guidelines,

a copy of which will be in your room.

The first rule is that you read them.

Breakfast is at 8:00 A.M. sharp.

Do not feed the rats.

Good evening and welcome

to East Bend Boarding School.

Don't let him ruffle your feathers.

You're gonna do just fine here, Taylor.

What happened to this one?

A prison train derailed

and then I guess the convicts killed his family

and disappeared.

Oh, yeah. He was the only survivor.

Funny.

What really happened?

I am the weakest of souls, my friend.

I wish I could tell you the answers you seek

but I am merely a mass of tissue

hobbled together from eons of rot.

But here--

here is where you will wait.

And here is where the purpose, your purpose,

will become clear.

Well, I hope.

This can't be possible.

I died long ago.

Maybe I didn't die.

Am I even dead?

Is this a hospital somewhere?

Are these other patients?

Is this a coma?

Am I even dead?!

God damn it. Wake up!

John?

Laura?

John, please help me.

Help me, John.

Please! Please, help me!

Help me! Help!

Run.

Watching this actually bothers you.

Where is this place?

Somewhere in the world

where the living are with the dead.

Won't anyone do anything?

Do what?

Run!

Go!

I said run!

That tunnel...

can it take me anywhere

I want to go?

Not that tunnel, no.

But there are an infinite number of tunnels

here in the Wretched.

And you, friend--

you have an infinite amount of time.

What's--

what's happening?

Why do I feel like this?

You're famished.

You need to feed.

No.

I need to find my son.

You have such a strange fascination

with the living.

Where's the tunnel

to my son?

It doesn't work like that.

The Keeper of Fact.

That's who he should seek, Asteroth.

Marna Muerta, the Keeper of Fact.

He is new to this place, Murk.

There are things he should learn on his own.

Who is this...

Marna...

Muerta?

She might know.

If anyone might, it would be her.

Just get him something to eat, you little fool.

Okay.

Yes, master.

You are correct.

Come with me.

Come on, come with me.

That cemetery?

Do you know what happens there?

No.

That's where they come from.

They?

The dark things.

Your assignment is to read

any of the aforementioned journals by next week, Tuesday.

I expect a six-page, single-spaced,

12-point Helvetica summary from each of you.

What?

He doesn't show any signs, does he?

Nothing visible.

We should check his pulse,

get his blood type.

Do you know your blood type?

No.

He doesn't know his blood type.

Yes, I heard him.

It could be in his file

along with why he's here.

My guess is vampire

or possibly mummy.

Mummy?

That's a good guess.

Taylor, do you have a file?

I don't know.

That's a yes.

The Spectral Protection Society

will find you when it needs you.

What's the Spectral Protection Society?

Those who stay in shadow

must someday come to light.

This is where we'll wait.

This is where we'll fight.

This is where we'll win.

What are you drawing, dork breath?

No.

What are you drawing, dorksters?

Rorque, give me back my book.

Can't anybody draw a car or a plane like a normal kid?

Here, I'll help.

Now it's a masterpiece.

All right, numbskulls,

let's go jack a 4th grader's lunch money.

I'm going to get dinner.

Do you want some pizza?

Brainchild...

do you want some pizza?

I'm all right, thank you.

I'll just have a slice of yours.

Okay, but you still owe me five bucks from last time.

How long was the subject responsive?

Not long enough.

I've got to stop wasting time

with rats and bunnies.

I know, Brainchild. We're looking for him.

And we're watching the house.

If he shows up, we'll spot him.

You just have to be patient.

Never tell me my business, Markys.

There's no way he could've survived for this long.

We're probably chasing a ghost by now.

I need the son here

to do more tests,

find out what's unique

about his genetic code.

Yes, Doctor.

I'll start making the arrangements first thing in the morning.

Get started now.

Whoa, you're totally getting swirlied right now.

Come on, you guys.

Let's leave this turd in the toilet.

Lo-o-o-o-o-oser!

Looks like you could use a towel, huh?

Did you see who it was this time?

Oh, good. You're home.

I don't have

a home anymore.

What is this?

I brought you some food.

This is-- it's delicious.

Where did it come from?

Murk knows some...

people? Heh.

My wife.

My daughter.

I killed them there.

I didn't do a damn thing

to stop it.

They were meat on a plate.

Are they below...

or are they like me?

No.

If you killed them,

they are dead in the truest sense.

Your curse

appears to be yours alone.

The woman?

What did you call her?

The Keeper of Facts?

Yes!

Marna Muerta.

She's the one that might know.

She can

point you in the right direction.

Most certainly, most certainly.

What a day.

Brainchild,

he's come back.

No, I don't want to go.

I want to stay here.

What about my friends? I got stuff here.

Well, can I at least say good-bye to Joe and Vinnie?

Everyone, Mika will be leaving us tonight.

You guys don't even give a damn about us here.

I'm sure she has made many friends among you.

No, I wan to stay here.

And I'm sure she will miss each of you equally.

You can keep your school.

She is going to a better place.

We should all be so lucky.

And that new kid?

Yeah, he's gonna be totally screwed without me!

He's going to find out just how much this place really sucks!

Storage room.

10:30.

Taylor, what are you doing here?

Come on, we're all tired.

I-- I'm-- I'm sorry, I just...

Go back to your room.

There's a package for you on your bed.

In here.

This is where Marna Muerta is.

When all is lost, she's the one that can point you

in the right direction.

Remember that.

Remember.

Why must you do this?

It's for my son.

And do you expect him

to still consider you his father?

Think about that

while he's running in terror

from the skeletal fiend

that killed his mother and his sister.

Oh, and do watch out

for the Crypt Eaters.

It can get a bit

complicated in there.

Marna Muerta.

Marna Muerta!

Marna Muerta!

Marna Muerta!

Are you Marna Muerta?

I was told

you could answer my questions.

I need to find my son.

He's somewhere in the world above.

Is this a joke?

Is this a joke?!

Where do I look?

Where do I look?! Where do I look?!

She's the one that can point you

in the right direction.

Remember that.

Hello?

Shh. Have a seat.

Wh-- why are you meeting in a closet?

We'll ask the questions.

And it's a storage room, not a closet.

It's okay, Joe.

He's on our side.

Really?

Tell us, Taylor,

what happened to your parents?

What do you mean?

Don't play dumb.

Why do you think you're at East Bend?

I had nowhere else to go.

I don't have any other family.

It wouldn't really matter if you did.

You'd still end up right here.

It's where they put us.

You know.

Kids with histories.

Mika used to live right in town.

She said her mom got really sick

and went to the hospital one night

and didn't come home.

Next day, her dad brought a strange man to the house.

A scientist.

He said he was gonna make everything better.

A couple hours later, her mom was back.

And that's when she started killing.

Yeah, yeah.

There were a bunch of times that Mika said her mom

was, like, calling to her, you know?

Like, inside her brain.

She said that...

she was supposed to go to the cemetery, you know?

That's why they took her away.

So that's what you guys are going to do?

You want to go to the cemetery and look for her?

Not to look for her.

To kill her.

So, I'll ask you again, Taylor.

What happened to your parents?

Well, my dad...

We can't stay here.

We'll come by to get you around midnight.

If you're in, you're in.

But if you're out...

don't come looking for us when all hell breaks loose.

Not now.

Vinnie? Joe?

I think I'm gonna stay in.

So why don't you guys just go without me?

Let me go.

Let me go!

What are you, some sort of science geek?

I'm gonna see what he's got.

What a dump.

Credit, this place smells worse than your room.

Just as I thought.

Nothing good except for these.

You got any more of those, man?

I'm hurtin' real bad.

Nope. I took 'em all.

Can we have some?

Uh, no.

Dude, that is not fair, man.

Life's not fair.

Oh, man. Oh, my gumballs.

I'm going down.

Get that scrawny weasel!

Oh, it hurts so...

Murk!

Asteroth!

Find him!

Have you seen this?

I'm looking for Sweeney Cemetery.

Have you ever seen Sweeney Cemetery?

Sweeney Cemetery?

Have you-- have you seen Sweeney Cemetery?

Look. Look at this.

Look hard. Have you seen it?

You! Over here, you!

You!

Have you seen Sweeney Cemetery?

You, look! Look at the pages.

Look at this one. Look at this one, concentrate.

Sweeney Cemetery, have you seen it?

You! How do I get here?

How do I get to this place?

How do I get to this place?

Asteroth! Asteroth!

You don't have to shout.

Sweeney Cemetery, where is it?

Going back up there

right now

will only make things worse

for you and your son.

Damn it, Asteroth.

Where is the cemetery?

That hallway.

The 13th left.

Then the third right.

Then the 24th tunnel past the cauldron.

Credit, stop whining and get over here.

I get him first, man.

I get him first.

Where the hell is he?

Over there.

I totally heard something.

Dude, maybe he's hiding underneath.

I warned you.

Come out, Taylor!

You little punching bag.

You've got nowhere to run.

I'll wait all night long for you, you little punk.

The longer you hide, the more you'll pay.

19, 20,

21,

22, 23,

24.

Taylor!

There's no way that little bug could've gotten out of here, man.

Dude, this guy is totally, like,

hidden in the shadows.

Ninja style.

I got him! Vinnie?

Who's the ninja now, ninja boy?

Ugh, I hate nerds.

So, what do we do with him now?

Why don't we take him down to the river and see if he floats?

Shut up, you idiots.

Did you guys feel something?

Dude, check that out, man.

There's some dirt over there that's, like...

- dude, what is that? - Uh, uh, uh...

weird, weird, weird.

All right, now that is some seriously weird-looking...

Weird!

Oh, my God!

What is that?

Where's Taylor?

Rorque took his candy bars, man.

Scatter!

Duh!

Taylor?

Taylor?

Where's Taylor?

I-- I don't know.

Mika.

Mika.

Who's there?

Come to me.

I'm-- I'm not Mika.

I can help you.

Stop it! Stop it, I'm not Mika.

I'm not Mika!

I can make

it all

better.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

You smell like pizza.

Taylor?

Taylor?

Taylor!

Taylor!

Taylor!

Are you out there?

Rorque? Credit? Sparks?

Boys, where are you?

It's me, Mr. Timmons!

No one's gonna get in trouble!

Mika.

Lady?

Lady, you gotta get out of here.

There's something in the cemetery and I think...

- Come to me. - No!

I can help you!

No frickin' way!

No!

I can make

it all

better.

Boys?

Boys!

Bruce?

Bruce!

I'm over here!

Taylor.

My son

is safe.

Taylor,

you are an impossible little boy.

Until further notice,

you have a 5:00 P.M. curfew.

No games, no books, no so--

What-- Bruce, what is that noise?

I don't know.

This was a gift!

Taylor, stay behind me.

Taylor.

Dad?

We've got to go, Taylor.

Tay...

I knew it was you.

Come on, we-- we've gotta go.

Go! Now!

Dredge, get ready to open the door!

Open it now! They're coming!

Open the door now!

Open it, you coward!

Monsters, monsters...

there's actually monsters.

Oh, my God, there's monsters.

Monsters!

Monsters, how can-- monsters!

Please...

please.

Help me.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Stay in your rooms.

Lock the doors.

Don't come out until I say so!

Children! Children!

There-- there are monsters here!

Monsters!

Fresh meat.

Joe, you idiot, get out of my way!

My leg.

Better you than me.

Don't go that way.

Yeah, don't go that way, either.

Rorque, I need your help!

So do I!

Mika!

I'm sorry!

- Come to me! - No, what are you doing?

No, stop!

No.

Please, no!

That was for Mika.

Awesome.

Are you okay?

Yeah, you're gonna be all right.

You just stay in here and I'll be back in a little bit.

Lock your door.

Stale meat...

is still good meat.

Weird.

Thanks.

No.

Not yet.

Yes, East Bend Boarding School.

Please hurry.

No monsters allowed in the hallway.

You'll have to leave immediately.

You have to leave now.

Dredge, no!

Get away from them!

What are you doing?

This is a boarding school for orphaned children,

not for orphaned monsters.

Your assignment for next week

is to prepare a 10-page--

no, no, no, no, make it a 100-page,

single-spaced, 12-point Helvetica apology,

in bold, mind you, in bold,

for trespassing on our property.

Do you understand?

Do you? Do you understand,

you stupid, foul, skunky,

stinky, ugly, slobbering monster?

You're not going to hurt these kids.

You're not going to hurt these kids.

I said, you're not going to hurt these kids!

Those who stay in shadow

must someday come to light.

This is where we'll wait.

This is where we'll fight.

This is where we'll win.

Taylor.

I miss my...

Mika.

I know how much you like them.

The quality of his work

is superb.

He's got the skull

precisely correct.

All right, Taylor.

Time to go.

Bruce, I don't wanna go anywhere else.

These men are gonna help you out.

They're gonna make you a rich, rich man someday.

It's true, Taylor.

We will.

You can come visit whenever you want.

Old man Bruce will be here for ya.

I'm going back there.

I saw him with my own eyes.

Not some vision in the mist

or an old book!

He was right there in front of me!

And what else did you see?

I-- I saw a ghost woman.

These...

these things, these--

these monsters...

has it always been this way?

There is as much fact in the universe

as there is fiction.

People make things up

because they are afraid to believe.

And then they make things up

because they are afraid not to.

You are here.

I am here.

And those around us are all here.

And when

we find ourselves up there,

it is not supposed to be.

Taylor, this will be your new home.

What do you do?

We're scientists, Taylor.

And we think you can be one, too.

In time and with your help,

we will perform miracles

that God himself will envy.

Taylor!

Taylor.

Where's Taylor?

Where is he?

He's gone.

They took him.

And we don't know where.

♪ 'Cause the knee bone's connected to the... ♪

Oh, sir.

Would you like to, um...

Leave him be, Murk.

Why?

Because there is no help that you can offer

to ease his particular suffering.

I'm going to get dinner. Do you want some pizza?

No.

Thank you.

He's responding to the process.

I think you've saved his life.

He did the fighting, Markys.

I just gave him the tools.

Taylor.

Yes?

Looks like he's starting to come around.

Dr. Brainchild, can you hear me?

This is Taylor, can you hear me?

What?

What happened?

Subject 885

bit through your skull

and corrupted your frontal lobe.

I put you in stasis and had to remove your skullcap

to make sure there wasn't any residual saliva

swimming with your brain matter.

And this?

Taylor optimized your cortex with a synthetic array.

I thought that was only theoretical.

So did I.

If the math works out,

your reflexes, memory, and reaction time

should be 150% greater than they were before.

If you feel anything weird,

let me know.

No, it feels fine.

In fact...

let's get back to work.

Hey, dead head. Wake up.

You know, you really should have stayed

at that last cemetery.

This is...

disgusting.

Oh, come on, you old bag of bones.

I have some work for you.

All right.

All right.

What is it this time?

Bring me back the heart.

No promises.

An undead rhinoceros?

Hmm, yes.

If infected hemoglobin

were to permeate the stomach membrane

and travel to reach the neurological system...

of course!

I knew it was possible.

Not only is it possible,

we know exactly where it is.

How?

Mika and Joe were able to track it down and attach a beacon.

Our team is on the way.

Where's Mika now?

Unfortunately, she is the beacon.

I know someone that wants your heart.

Damn it!

I didn't wanna have to get dirty.

He's never taken this long before.

Baltic-nine to control.

Baltic-nine to control.

This is control. Go for Baltic-nine.

We've got him.

Repeat, we've got him.

Do you want some more coffee?

Hey, Daddy.

- Honey? - Love you.

Dad?

Dad!

It looks like it's working.

I thought you'd want to know.

These calculations...

I can--

I can see them.

Yeah, they're all on the wall in front of you.

No, I can.

I can see the numbers and the results

like a photographic memory.

I'm seeing their results.

- What do you see? - They work.

I see them working.

But there are a few issues

that need to be resolved.

Such as?

I'm using cadavers that are dead for too long.

No-- no, the ones we're using

aren't dead for more than a day.

Even that's too long.

Any serum we can synthesize

needs to be injected into a fresh cadaver.

An hour or two dead at most.

Preferably...

the body should still be warm.

No-- no. No.

The morgue won't be able to supply any that quickly.

And I doubt you'll have any willing volunteers.

Are you all right?

Your connections might be loose.

You should have Taylor take a look at it.

I'm fine.

I just--

I just have been thinking a little more

clearly

about, you know, our research.

"Our research"?

It's good to hear you

call it our research for a change.

You've been a great help.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

What are you doing?

Bringing the dead to life.

Well, actually,

you and I together are.

I've had moderate degrees of success

over the last 15 years

keeping the viable corpses alive

for a few hours or days.

But now--

now that I have the Rosetta Stone of the living dead,

the undying corpse of legend,

you and I together,

we'll achieve immortality.

I don't...

I don't understand.

How can you not understand?

It's simple.

We...

won't...

die.

10, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one!

Congratulations, Dr. Markys.

You've just survived

longer than any other test subject,

and you seem to be getting better instead of worse.

Which, of course, I knew would happen,

but, I must say, I'm nevertheless thrilled about it.

My dome is off to you.

You son of a bitch.

You killed Mom and Samantha.

Baltic-nine. Go for Baltic-nine.

- Joe? - Yes, sir?

The party's over.

What the hell was that?

Probably nothing.

What the...

Eat, my friend, eat.

We miss you in the Wretched.

Worthless Murk misses you.

Overload.

Publish my work. It's mine.

You won't.

You won't.

Data transfer.

One, two, three, five.

Understand.

Immortality.

I'm immortal.

I'm forever.

Process...

process...

process...

process...

process.

Taylor, we've got a situation.

Meet me in the security room immediately.

I can't...

I can't move my legs.

Just keep eating.

Murk will make sure you get all that you need.

Very good, Markys.

If any more soldiers enter, shoot them, too.

What happened?

No, Markys, he's not a soldier.

What are you doing?

Making my army, of course.

An army of soldiers.

An army of unstoppable, unkillable soldiers.

Don't you see? I've done it.

I've won and you were right.

We don't need that thing anymore.

Look at Markys. Everything is fine.

It's great, in fact.

Where is the corpse?

You mean your father, right?

They were supposed to kill him.

Where is he?

Oh, I think he's escaping, most likely.

The regular soldiers couldn't handle him,

but now I have my zombie soldiers.

They're going to find him. They are going to kill him.

See? It all works out!

Brainchild, you have gone mad.

Kill the living corpse!

I said it's hard.

It's hard.

It's hard to--

to-- to move.

Is-- is there any more?

Just--

just a little more.

Then-- then I need--

then I need to find my son.

Worthless Murk is your friend, right?

Wh-what?

I'm your friend, right?

Yes, Worthless Murk.

You are my...

friend.

Then I shall get you food.

No.

No-- no, Murk!

What are you doing?

No!

But that does look delicious.

We need to get that fire out.

Let it burn.

We'll get another mansion.

Ah, there he is.

The corpse is in the north wing,

second floor!

Find him, kill him,

eat him up!

Taylor! Taylor!

Stomach!

Oh, it hurts.

It hurts!

You furry little bastard.

We need to get out of here now.

Whatever for?

I said we'll get another mansion.

We are going to burn alive.

Nonsense.

This room is secured with a fireproof door.

Burning is not a possibility.

Besides, if we're about to die,

I'll just inject us both and we'll live forever.

Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

You're not going anywhere...

unless I say so, Taylor.

Haven't I made that abundantly clear?

I'd be a wreck if anything happened to you.

A family reunion.

How touching.

Taylor.

Taylor, all this time

I've been looking...

trying to find you.

You are not my father!

No!

My father was not a thing!

Don't insult me by telling me otherwise.

I'm--

I'm here, Taylor.

I'm here

because of you.

You're here because, for 15 years,

all I have wanted to do

is break your goddamn neck.

Taylor!

Taylor!

Taylor!

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry

for everything.

Get out of here

before this place burns to the ground!

Let it cook.

I won't die until you're dead!

Funny.

I was gonna say the same thing to you.

You are an anomaly!

A twisted creature out of time and place.

I take pleasure knowing that I'm the one

destroying you for all time.

But from your essence, I will build an army.

Brigades of soldiers and creatures

doing my bidding

without so much as asking for one penny in return.

Decades in the making, this has been.

And now, today...

I claim all that's mine!

I can't live with myself knowing that he's in the world.

But I can't live with myself knowing that you are, either.