All language subtitles for Brainscan.1994.1080p.BluRay.X264-AMIABLE

- Dr. McKennen to the OR post-op.

Dr. McKennen to the OR post-op.

- Mom.

Mom!

Mom.

Mom.

Somebody help us!

- Telephone master.

- Talk to me.

- Kyle is calling master.

- Hello.

I know you're there, dude.

Hey, sausage dick man, listen up!

"Brainscan.

"The ultimate experience
in interactive terror.

"Brainscan is not for the squeamish."

- Well, Kyle, what's the problem, man?

- This one will scare the hell out of ya.

Here, here, here, it's hot new stuff.

Brainscan.

Um, here it is, here it is.

"Choose from Chainsaw
Dismemberment, Nightmare Eight."

Da, da, da.

"Satisfy your sickest fantasies."

Far out, man!

- It's just an ad, birdbrain.

Just hype.

Remember "Gore Beasts"?

Trash.

- Dingus, it's interactive CD-ROM.

Here, you gotta look
at the ad at least man.

It's in Fangoria.

You know, the one with the
popping eyeballs on the cover.

All right, where is it.

Here, here, um.

"We dare you to participate
in the most frightening

"experience available on this planet.

"State of the art, run amuck.

"Unleash the dark side of your soul.

"Enter a game that feels
more real than reality."

It's interactive, dude.

You're in the game, man.

You're in control.

Say no more, man.

I can't even believe that

I'm sitting here telling
you about this game.

I mean don't you subscribe to Fangoria?

It's in the issue, the one
with the bulging eyeballs.

Dude?

Hello?

Michael, Michael.

Hello.

How's Kimberly lookin' tonight?

- What do you mean?

- You watchin' her again?

Can you see her tits man?

Talk to me, man.

Dude man, you know you
better make your move soon

'cause I hear some no-neck jock
dude from the football teams

about to make his.

- I'll get around to it.

- What are you afraid of, man?

- Thanks, Kyle.

Bye, Kyle.

- Buddies, forever?

- Buddies, forever, I'll
talk to you tomorrow.

Later.

Michael, you're one sick puppy.

Igor.

- Yes, Master.

- Dial Kimberly.

Later.

Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.

- Yes, Master.

- Hello,
you've reached Brainscan.

- Uh, my name is Michael Brower.

You can reach me at 717.

- Hello, Michael.

- I'm sorry, I thought you were a machine.

- How can I assist you?

- I read your ad in Fango
and I just wanted to find out

what's the big deal?

- It's the
most frightening experience

you'll ever have the displeasure

of coming into contact with.

- Sure it is.

Look, I've played 'em all.

- Brainscan's
more than just a game.

- Yeah, right, well, what's it about?

- That
depends on the individual.

What makes Brainscan unique

is that it interfaces
with your subconscious.

You supply the inspiration,
and we take care of the rest.

- Look, R2-D2, how do you
really expect me to believe.

- Let us worry
about the details, Michael.

It's too late for that.

It's been decided you'll
play Death By Design.

The first installment will arrive soon.

Enjoy the ride.

- Igor, redial.

- Yes, Master.

- Oh, man.

This is really disappointing, Kyle.

- Dude, man, it's not that bad.

When does he eat her gallbladder?

- It's right now.

- Ew.

- Look, she's freaking out.

- What exactly was that, Mr. Brower?

- A gallbladder, sir.

- My office, now.

- The gallbladder.

- The activities period

was created for intellectual enrichment.

Which is why I have such a problem

with this Horror Club of yours.

What was that film you were watching?

- Death, Death, Death.

- Death, Death, Death.

- Part Two.
- Oh, Lord!

Don't you see?

Senseless violence is not entertainment?

- What is it, then?

- Why?

Why do you watch these films?

- Really?

- Yeah, yeah, help me understand.

- I guess it's kind of an escape.

- Like, uh, like lighting
up a marijuana cigarette

and escaping the real world, hmm?

Like watching a pornographic sex film,

getting an erection and raping someone?

Is that what you mean?

- You know, I don't think
erections rape people.

People rape people.

- Consider the Horror Club banned.

- Hey.
- Banned!

You will bring me the next videotape

or video game you plan to show.

I will watch it.

If I can stand it, and if I approve,

you will be allowed to show it.

Until that time, the club is canceled.

Don't let me detain you, Mr. Brower.

- You live around here, kid?

- I live, I live about three blocks down.

- These people friends of yours?

- No, sir.

- Well this is none of
your business then, is it?

Go home, do your homework.

Go home.

- My father.

My father.

My father.

I didn't order this.

- Hello
Michael, uh, it's Dad.

I guess you know that.

Well, just calling to say hello.

So, how are you getting along?

- Okay, I guess.

- How's school?

- Don't ask.

- I really
hate these machines.

Business is going well here.

I wish you were here with me
to see all the new equipment.

Um, I'll be back in a few clays.

I know I said it would
be sooner, but I'm sorry.

And, uh, I love you, Mike.

- Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.

- Yes, Master.

- And Igor, no calls.

- Master is busy.

Master is busy.

- Kimmy?

Come on, what are you doing?

- I'll be right there.

- Well, hurry UP-

- Listen carefully.

For the next two hours

you're going to experience
mind program entry,

that's a powerful force,
not unlike hypnosis,

transmitted through the
television's blanking signal.

It's going to alter your reality.

- Who the hell are you?

- Take
this seriously, Michael.

You'll be watching a brutal murder

through the eyes of a killer,

and you'll affect his actions.

It won't be pretty.

- No kidding.

- There is one limitation.

You must stalk and kill

within the time limit of the program.

- Like a video game, right?

- Video
games are ancient history.

This is the first disk
in a series of four.

If times runs out,

you'll not be allowed
to play the next disk.

That could be extremely dangerous.

Do not let that happen.

One final detail, you
must think like a killer.

Cover up any clues.

Leave no witnesses, no evidence.

And most importantly, enjoy the fear.

- Wait a minute.

Well, let's party.

- The gate, the gate.

On the right.

That's it, that's it, inside.

Choose one.

Upstairs.

Ah.

Bingo!

Do it.

Do it.

What are you waiting for?

Make sure he's dead.

Good.

A little creativity.

Excellent.

You got what you came for.

Be sure you put it in a safe place.

- Oh, my God!

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, that was, that was intense.

That was insane.

Far out.

Oh, man.

I kicked ass with time to spare.

Oh yeah.

All right, try that.

How 'bout that huh?

How 'bout that?

It was so real.

- But, man, what happened?

What's the plot?

- Just forget the plot, man.

I don't remember any story.

All I remember was there
was all this blood.

And, you know, like, my hands
were shaking too, it was sick.

- See, I told you man, I told
you it would blow your mind.

- Yeah man, Kyle, you
know what, you were right.

The feeling, I, I loved it man.

- So, you got it on you?

- Patience, Kyle.

- No, man, if it's as good as you say.

- I know, I just want to play it

a couple of more times and
then I promise you'll get it.

- Hey!

- What the hell were their problems?

- Jerks.

- Buddies forever?

- Forever.

- Igor.

- Yes, Master?

- Dial l800-555-FEAR.

What the hell?

Shit.

Hey, Mr. Keller.

Can I come in and speak with
Kimberly for a moment, please?

- Come in.

- All right, thanks.

- Kim, somebody to see you.

- Hi.

- He came to see Kim.

- Oh, really?

- Nearly four
times the amount of aid

the President wants Congress to approve.

And in local news, there
was a grisly murder

in the quiet suburban
town of Mountview today.

Late this afternoon, the body
of 42-year-old William Tebbs

was discovered in the bedroom of his home,

located in an exclusive--
- Poor man.

- West side area of Mountview.

Tebbs was brutally stabbed.
- So it happened near here.

- Local police conducted

a thorough search of the area.

An intensive house-to-house
investigation is now under way.

- Jesus.

Oh my God.
- Police are asking for the

cooperation of local residents.

- Did you say something?

- Listen, uh, can you tell
Kim that I'll stop by later?

I have to go.

- And that's
when police discovered

his mutilated body.

Police conducted a
thorough search of the area

in hopes of finding the murder weapon.

But so far, it has not been found.

- It can't be.

It can't be.
- For reasons unknown

Tebbs's foot was severed from his body.

It, too, has yet to be found.

Police say they have no
leads on any suspects

in connection with
Tebbs's gruesome murder.

Mountview has never been touched
by such a tragedy as this.

Now come the questions of who and why.

- Hey kid.

You following me?

- I, listen, I can explain.

- Explain what?

You don't have to explain
anything, or do you?

You're inside a police line.

Now this is the second time
I'm telling you, go home.

Go.

- Be sure
you put it in a safe place.

- I'm sorry, sir,
there's no such number listed.

- That's impossible!

- I'm sorry, sir.

- You have a call, Master.

- Hello, Michael.

- You fucker, who are you?

What did you do?

- If I were you,

I would address that question to myself.

- Okay, who killed that
man, and what's happened?

- You were there, Michael.

You know exactly what you did.

Please allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Trickster.

Where were we?

Ah, yes.

You may not remember the details, my boy,

but I am positive you remember
you controlled the disk.

You controlled what happened.

- What?

- So you take responsibility.

- How did you get in here?

- You invited me in.

That's how it always works.

Michael, don't you have anything good?

Never leave home without it.

From the top of the charts.

To a space in your heart.

♪ Welcome to this world of fools I

♪ Of pink champagne and swimming pools ♪

- Stop that, stop it.

♪ Lose is your virginity ♪

♪ Perhaps we'll have some fun tonight ♪

♪ So stick around and
take a bite of life ♪

♪ We don't need feebleness
in this proximity I

- Knock it off!

- So you did it.

- Who killed that man?

What was on that disk?

- The murder, what else?

You know for a minute there,

I didn't think you'd go through with it.

When he got up and started
dancing around the room.

Classic.

- How do you know?

- I was there when you cut off his foot.

It was art, it was magic.

- It wasn't supposed to be real!

- Real, unreal.

What's the difference?

So long as you don't get caught.

- There's a difference, okay?

There's a big difference!

This doesn't make any sense.

- It doesn't have to make sense.

All these horror movies you watch.

Does Death, Death, Death make sense?

No, it's not about sense.

It's about death, death, death.

- I didn't kill the man,
I didn't even know him!

- There lies the beauty.

You had no motive.

It was totally random.

Like in the animal world,
prey never has a name.

It was primal.

I can't wait to see what you do next.

- Next?

Wait a minute, there's no next.

- Yes, there is.

- No, there's not!

- Yes, there is.

You must eliminate the witness.

- There was a witness?

- Two, if you count me.

But I'll never turn you in.

They could pump a
million volts through me.

They could bust my fingers,

one by one,

bY °"e, by one.

They could dig out my eyes.

But, no country-western music, please.

Every man has his limits.

- I thought it was just a game.

You know, a stupid video game.

- Trust me, play the second disk.

- How, how could there be a witness?

- Oh, come on, sport.

You're more than just the
voyeur you wish to be,

you're in this now.

You won't survive on your own.

I'm willing to help you.

But you have to play all the disks.

- Hey, I've done pretty good so far.

- Have you?

- I'm in deep shit.

Oh God.

Here boy, come on.

Here boy, come on.

Come on.

Hey wait a minute, shit!

Shit.

Hey, hey.

I know you're a nice dog.

Please, please give me the foot.

Okay?

I promise, I'll never ask you
for anything else again, okay?

Just give me the foot.

Thanks.

- What do you got there?

What are you looking at?

Come on, Zak.

- Get outta here.

- Hey, dude.

Hey!

Yo, Michael.

Hey, dick lick, I've been calling all day.

Did you skip school?

- Uh no, I, I got mono.

- That's harsh, anything I can do?

- Nah, that's all right.

- Can I come in?

- Kyle, I don't think it's
such a good idea right now.

- Okay, okay.

- Listen, I have to get going.

I have to go to bed and all, you know.

- Hey, did ya hear about the murder?

- Yeah, I did.

- Yeah, that's pretty cool, you know,

having a murder in our own
neighborhood and everything.

- Kyle, a guy just died,
and you think that's cool?

- No, I don't mean cool,
but it's interesting.

- Forget it, I'll see you.

- Hey listen, listen.

Michael, Michael, Michael listen.

If you're gonna be laid up and all,

how 'bout letting me
borrow Brainscan disk?

- Kyle, asshole, will you
get off my back about that?

- No, no.

If you don't wanna let me see it,

if you just want to be
a jerk off about it,

just say, just say so, that's all.

- Bye, Kyle.

- Asshole.

- Oh shit.

You too.

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪

- Oh shit.

- Hi, Michael.

- Hey.

- I'm sorry, were you sleeping?

- Well, actually, maybe
I may have dozed off.

- Can I come in?

- Oh yeah, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, they're all over the neighborhood.

I uh, went to all your teachers,

and I got your homework for the week.

- Oh, thanks.

- My parents said you stopped by?

- Yeah, I did.

I just wanted to find
out about some homework.

- We don't have any
classes together, Michael.

- Oh we don't, do we?

- Oh, here's your mail.

- Oh, thanks.

- And I brought The Montie.

I have a lot of pictures in it this week.

- Oh.

That's, uh,

that's really nice.

Uh.

Shit.

Wait a minute.

Sorry, I got it, I got it.

Thanks a lot.

- Is everything okay?

- You should probably get going.

- Oh okay, I'll, um, let myself out.

- Thanks for stopping by.

- Call me if you need anything.

- Yeah, I will.

Fuck.

Fuck!

- Telephone, Master.

- Talk to me.

- You have a call, Master.

- I'm back.

- Well pal, so glad to see you again.

- Where should we begin?

Where's the second disk?

- I can't play it.

- You have to play the game.

- No.

- What will you say to them, then?

- What do you mean?

- Why did you leave school

the day of the murder, Mr. Brower?

Where were you the night
of the murder Mr. Brewer?

Were you alone, Mr. Brower?

Where's your father, Mr. Brower?

Where's your mother, Mr. Brower?

' Shut up!

- Oh, I don't believe they'll
find that answer satisfactory.

- They haven't found me yet!

- The witness has yet to speak.

There's still time to
play the second disk.

- Look, I don't have the second disk!

- Don't lie to me, Michael.

You received it today.

- I can't play it!

- You mean you don't want to play it.

- No, I trashed it.

Does that compute?

- Pure fantasy.

You did nothing of the sort.

Play it.

The witness has to die.

- I'll play it for the police.

- That could be very dangerous.

- I'll tell them what happened.

I've got nothing to lose.

- Very well, play it for the police.

I wish you luck.

- Shut up, all right.

Just shut up a minute.

- The real question is are
you a winner or a loser?

- My name's Michael Brower.

I'm 16, and I'm scared to death.

I'm not sure what this tape's gonna prove,

but if I'm the killer,
consider this my confession.

Uh, Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.

- Yes, Master.

- Well, here goes nothing.

Oh, Jesus.

Shit.

Oh 90d, I Played, I played.

What happened?

- My name's Michael Brower.

I'm 16, and I'm scared to death.

I'm not sure what this tape's gonna prove,

but if I'm the killer,
consider this my confession.

Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.

- Yes, Master.

Well, here goes nothing.

- What?

What?

Wait a minute.

I sat there.

I swear to God I didn't leave.

Kyle.

No.

No, not this.

Dial Kyle.

- Yes, Master.

- Please answer!

Kyle, please, Kyle answer.

Jesus Kyle, talk to me.

KYlel please.

- Who is this?

Answer me.

- Later.

- Hi.

I heard.

Michael.

I really didn't know him, but, um,

Kyle came to my house last night.

He brought me this.

He started a petition to
restart the Horror Club.

He said you guys had had a fight,

and he wanted me to bring
it to you personally.

I really didn't know him.

My dad didn't wanna let him in the house.

- Yeah, that's Kyle.

You know, I already miss him.

God, I miss him.

- Mountview was horrified today

by the news of yet another hideous crime

committed in their small community.

High school student, Kyle Hillard,

is the second murder victim
in as little as three days.

Shortly after Hillard's
body was identified,

chief homicide investigator
Lieutenant Hayden

arrived at Mountview High to question

those known to have been
closest to the victim.

Already, residents are fearing

the possibility of a serial killer.

- Hello, Michael.

- You son of a bitch, you killed Kyle.

- No, you killed the witness.

- Kyle wasn't a witness.

He didn't even see anything.

- Not a witness in the strictest sense,

but he knew things about you.

- Kyle was my only friend.

- And you pissed him off!

Nice going, Michael.

Got anything to eat?

- Please, don't look in there.

- Don't be afraid, Michael.

Nothing in there but frozen meat.

Loose ends like Kyle
can't be left to dangle.

Hayden would have tied it
around your neck like a noose.

- Why are you doing this to me?

- You chose me, Michael.

I didn't choose you.

You left a clue behind,
in the second disk.

- No more games.

- I know.

Kyle's death still hurts,

but do you really feel
guilty for what you've done?

The part of you which did these things,

it's deep inside, and it's in everyone.

Be honest.

If you don't feel the guilt,
why accept the punishment?

Don't answer that.

Trust me, Michael.

If you want this to end,
don't answer the door.

- Get off my back.

- A tarantula!

- Hello, I'm Lieutenant Hayden.

This is my partner, Sergeant Martin.

We've met before.

Twice, I believe.

- Yeah, yeah, I know.

Um, can I help you?

- Yes, you can help me.

Michael, Michael Brower?

- Yeah.

- May we come in?

- Yeah, I guess so.

Um, yeah, come this way.

- You haven't been in school lately.

- No, I haven't, I've been sick.

- Sorry to hear that, I really am.

We heard a lot about you
today from your classmates.

- Really?

Well, I hope good stuff.

- Well, no to be perfectly frank, Michael,

you were described as, uh.

What was the word they used, Sergeant?

- Frightening.

- Frightening and strange and weird.

Freak, came up a couple a times.

Sergeant Martin has something
I'd like you to see.

- Good friend of yours?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he was my best friend.

- You don't have many
friends, do you, Michael?

- Listen, is there anything you guys want?

- We want to find the killer.

- I want to catch him.

- How do you spend your
free time, Michael?

- Just hanging around and
staying out of trouble.

- Your voice sounds very familiar to me.

Are you sure you didn't call
Kyle's house after the murder?

- No, no, that wasn't me.

- Of course it wasn't.

But, Michael, if you are
anything but the class misfit,

which I know must give you a lot of pain,

I'm gonna find out about
it, you understand?

Take it easy.

He's a very sad boy.

- Maybe, but something's there.

- Yeah, ashes.

And he made the phone call.

Check with the phone company.

- All right.

What's with the ashes?

- There were fresh ashes in the fireplace.

It's summer.

He was burning something.

- I think we just got very lucky.

- Maybe.

- What the hell you doing over there?

- I'm sick of you doing 20
miles an hour in this town.

Gimme the keys.

♪ Dig, dig, dig for yourself ♪

♪ Dig, dig, dig for your soul ♪

♪ Dig, dig, dig ♪

- Son of a bitch.

- Hi, Mike.

Fixed myself a little
snack, hope you don't mind.

- They think it's me.

- Of course they do.

Right now Hayden only suspects you.

How long you think it's gonna
be before he has proof, huh?

A few hours?

Few minutes, maybe.

Tick tuck, tick tock, hey Mike?

You see today's paper?

Special edition, oh!

"Interview with best friend."

"All of Mountview High
was in a state of shock."

So on, so on, so on.

"One student's loss was greater," mmm?

"I miss him, god, I miss him already.

"Sobbed his best friend

"and president of the
still banned Horror Club."

- How could she?

- Trust me, Michael.

I only want what you want.

Buddies forever?

- Fuck you.

- Hold Still.

Scared of blood?

Remind you of something?

That road?

The rain?

Your mother?

- Let go of me.

- Play it, Michael or forget all this.

Join your mother.

Take your own life.

You've thought of it many times before.

You could be with her forever.

You started this, and now
you're afraid to finish it,

just like you're afraid
of everything else!

Of Kimberly, of Fromberg,

of telling your father how sick you are

of being left alone all the time.

Of your mother, who abandoned you.

I'm trying to help you.

But you won't let me.

" How?

- A bargain, between friends.

Play Part Three, but you
only need to remove the clue.

No killing.

- There's no clue.

It's just a trick.

- You just don't trust me.

- Wait a minute, come back, hold on.

How am I supposed to
know what the clue is?

- Friends?

- Yeah.

Sure, friends, buddies, whatever you want.

- Footprint.

- What?

- Footprints in the mud.

But where?

That is the question.

Play it, Michael.

Otherwise you'll never
remember the location.

- My limp-

- Excellent.

- There's no killing, right?

- Whatever happens is up to you.

But don't let your time run out.

- If I do?

- Game over, you lose.

- Michael?

Michael, come on.

Michael!

Michael.

I need to talk to you.

We need to talk!

Michael, I have to talk to you.

We need to talk.

Michael, I didn't mean for this to happen.

Stacie did it.

Michael, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean.

- May I have your attention, please?

Stay in pairs.

One walkie-talkie to a group.

Hopefully this will be
an uneventful evening.

You're here to keep
things calm, to protect.

That's what a neighborhood
watch is all about.

If you see anything unusual,

you come and report directly to me.

One last thing.

I know you're volunteers.

I know you're enthusiastic.

Some more than others.

And I know some of you own
hunting rifles and revolvers.

If I see a weapon in a
citizen's hands tonight,

I'm gonna confiscate that weapon,

and I'm gonna arrest that citizen,

even if it's a water pistol.

Clear?

- Yes sir.

- Okay, that's it.

Thank you for doing this.

- All right, here goes nothing.

Just a clue.

No more killing, just the clue.

- Yeah.

- I believe there's
an intruder in your yard.

- Who's this?

- A concerned citizen.

- Who is this?

Hey!

- Here you go, man.

- Over here.

That's it this way.

- Over here, more light.

- Shit!

- Ahhh, got you.

- Let me go, let me go.

- Hayden, Hayden, where the hell are ya?

I got him here, Hayden!

- Hayden, what is it?

- Hayden, Hayden, Hayden!

- Turn the knob on the top
of the radio, the small one.

- Hayden, come in for god's sake.

- Fromberg, are you there?

- Oh Jesus.

- Fromberg can you hear me?

Come in.

- What was that?

Hey!

- Are you there?

Get in.

- Over there.

- This way, come on!

- Come on, hurry up!

- Hey, I need
some light over here.

Right down there.

- Oh, God.

Okay, I know I said I'd never
ask you for anything again,

but this time I really mean it.

Just leave me alone, please?

Get outta here.

- Jesus, he's got a gun.

- Police offic--

- What are ya doin', kid?

- I was, I--

- They just shot the killer over there.

Get outta here.

- Which one of you would
like to tell his wife?

- Michael, what's going on?

Are you okay?

- Shit.

What happened?

- You made it, Michael.

A bit clumsy, but you made it.

- I killed somebody.

Again, I killed somebody.

- Actually, you were magnificent.

The neighborhood is covered in blood.

- But you said I wouldn't kill anybody.

You promised.

- You protected yourself.

Your hand was forced, you had no choice.

Michael, Michael.

Now that I have your attention.

- Stop, this isn't a game anymore.

This is crime.

This is just lots of crimes.

- It's only a crime if you get caught.

There was a witness,
and you know who she is.

- No.

- Part Four.

- Forensics says you're gonna need this.

And the Brower kid is the
one who placed the call.

- Talk to me.

- What do you want from me?

- You know who the witness is, don't you?

And you know what has to be done.

Part Four.

- That's it.

I'm gonna go to Hayden right
now and turn myself in.

- You wanted the ultimate
experience in terror.

Well, terror's in the doing.

It's not watching horror
films like some child.

And it's not spying on Kimberly.

You get off on that, Michael.

- I love her.

- It could be any girl in
any window and you know it.

- I won't kill her!

- She'll tell.

- She won't tell!

She'll come to me first.

- Like last time?

- Stop this!

- Only you can stop this.

Her life or yours.

Choose.

Cut.

- Michael?

Michael?

Michael are you home?

_ Igor?

- Yes, Master.

- Dial Brainscan.

- Good bye, Master.

- What are you waiting for?

Michael?

Kill her.

- I can't.

- Cut her up.

I'll do it myself.

Michael!

You wouldn't do this to me.

- Who the hell are you?

- I can't believe you still don't know.

Michael.

I'm you.

- No.

- Michael.

No, Michael, stop.

Stop!

Michael.

Oh, Michael.

My God.

Michael, I'm so scared.

Michael.

Please, you can't do this.

Michael, Michael, please.

I don't care what you've clone.

I love you.

Please.

- You'd do anything to save your life.

- No, I love you.

Believe me, I just kept it a secret.

I never told anybody.

- But that's over now.

- You watch me from your window.

I know you do.

I've known for a long time.

I watch you too.

I bet you didn't know that.

Look, I take pictures.

That's you, you, you.

I love you, Michael.

- I knew you couldn't do it on your own.

- Game over, you lose.

- Perhaps.

But first.

Surprise.

- Murderer.

' No!

- Murderer.

' No!

' No!

- Oh, my god.

What, the fucking hell?

What is this?

- Hello, there.

You've just experienced Brainscan,

the ultimate experience
in interactive terror.

We're glad you decided to play.

Our special state-of-the-art system

releases a powerful
reality-enhancing signal.

We here at Scientific
Perception Laboratories,

makers of Brainscan.

- It was a, it was a dream.

- Hope
you've enjoyed the feeling.

- A dream.

- However, we understand

that reality compression can be traumatic.

- It wasn't even real.

- We offer these simple

relaxation techniques to calm you down.

In a seated position, place your head.

- I didn't kill anybody.

There's no Trickster.

- Now breathe deeply.

- Bastards.

Oh, man.

You put me through hell!

Why don't you try these
freaking relaxation techniques?

- Michael!

Yo dude, hello?

- Kyle!

Oh my God, Kyle!

' Hello?

- Oh, yo dick lick,

I have been, I have been
ringing your doorbell,

I have been calling you for an hour.

There is a party next door!

- Kyle!

- No, it's Axl Rose!

- God, man, I missed you, man!

- Hey man, careful, man!

You're gonna kill yourself
on my lucky charms, man.

They're magically delicious.

- It's good to see you, Kyle.

I missed you, I love you.

- Dude man, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine man.

- Good.

Listen, it's a good thing

you didn't order that Brainscan tape, man.

I saw something on the news about it.

Like, it's hypnotic or
some shit like that.

Some kid in Texas was watching it,

and I think he had an aneurysm.

And I think his eyes exploded too.

Man, what is it?

- Kimberly.

Come on, man.

- Go for it, man, let's go!

♪ I just want your passion ♪

♪ I just want your name ♪

- Kimberly?

Damn.

Stacie, do you know where Kimberly is?

- She's upstairs.

- Upstairs?

- Yeah, with Taylor.

- Stacie, for once, don't be a bitch.

- Hey Stacie, right?

- Yeah.

- That outfit's totally bitching.

- You think so?

- I know so.

You look just like that girl in that video

by what's-his-name, only better.

- Video?

Really?

- Totally.

- You're Kyle, right?

- Uh-huh.

- Hi, Kyle.

- Kimberly?

- Michael.

- Hey, can I talk to you for a second?

- Yeah, c'mon.

- Well, uh, I just:

I just wanted to ask one thing.

_ Okay -

- Please, will you go out with me?

- I don't think so.

I mean, I'll think about it.

It's not really a good time
to ask, you know what I mean.

- You'll think about it.

- Yes, but--

' Maybe, right?

Not no.

Maybe?

- Maybe yes, maybe.

- So you mean, uh, you and Taylor?

- Are you kidding me?

Well, listen, um, I have to get back, so.

' Yes?

Come in.

Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Brower?

- Well, uh, I have a game I
want to show to the Horror Club.

- Brainscan.

Yes, well, this should be entertaining.

- Yeah, I really think it will.

Uh, think you'll have a lot of fun.

- Brainscan.

- I'll see ya.

- Ah.

♪ Dig, dig, dig for yourself ♪

♪ Dig, dig, dig for your soul ♪

♪ Dig, dig, dig a black abyss ♪

- Wait a minute.

Haven't you forgotten something?

♪ What the hell's the message ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ What the hell's the message ♪

♪ Like the little beast
in a stone-cold room ♪

♪ Sat writhing in pain all afternoon ♪

♪ Some come each spring
brought to the surface I

♪ Like dark invaders make
their way to the surface ♪

J" Just this side of hell
his kids start to sing ♪

♪ Then one day we're feeling everything ♪

♪ Trees outside with no bark on the wood I

♪ Like a callous on your
heart mixed with the blood ♪

♪ What the hell's the message ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ What the hell's the message ♪

♪ And you don't have to stand ♪

♪ Stand by me ♪

♪ And you don't have to stand ♪

♪ How many little shapes you did ♪

♪ Because I know I

I Well it's just the
way that I let go of ♪

♪ Everything's thrown on the floor ♪

♪ Ringing in my ears ♪

♪ Well, you make your choices very clear ♪

♪ One thing I wanna tell ya ♪

♪ Two things I might mail ya ♪

♪ Three things check it I don't care ♪

♪ One thing I wanna tell ya ♪

♪ Two things I might mail ya ♪

♪ Three things check it I don't care ♪

♪ Yeah I