The Devil's Chair (2007) - full transcript

Alright then.

Let's kick this off then, eh.

Once upon a time, you know?

Once upon a time.

Anyway, once upon
a time, yeah.

Okay.

Well, let me tell you about
getting fucked over
by your demons.

How eventually they're going
to catch up with you, tear you
to pieces.

Let me tell you about him,
and her.

And her, and him.

These poor, good people,
and what happened to them.



It's quite sad really, to see
how it all ended up.
How they all ended up.

Pulped on the floor in their
god awful fucking place.

Their guts spewed, hanging
out, dissected, dismembered.

Deceased. Fucking dead.

Fucked.

It didn't end up good.

It didn't end up good,
you know?

That's a fucking
understatement.

They meant the best for me,
but real life doesn't have a
happy ending.

At least they don't have to
live in it.

'Cause if there's one true
victim to be had from
all of this,

I'll be perfectly honest with
you.

It's me.

It is me.



My name's Nick west,
by the way.

We should rewind here.
I want to tell you how it
began so innocently.

No one understood, no one
knew how deep all this ran.

I really want to tell you how
it all went down.

If you stick with me I
promise you it'll be worth
your while.

This is Sammy. Hot fucking
Sammy.

Sweet, sweet girl.

Fucking beautiful.

Sexy. Filthy.

We're gonna get off our
fucking nut.

But I won't bore you with the
details, cause she's not she's
not going to be around

long enough for them
to matter, really.

I guess you've seen
hellraiser.

I'm guessing you've seen all
those kinds of films.
Pumpkin head or whatever.

That's probably why you're
watching this now.

But after what happened, and
what we found that day...

Well, I wish I'd shown a
little more interest, you
know? Paid more attention.

I might have learned
something.

Nice!

Welcome to the asylum, baby.

I do what I can, you know?

First impressions? Fucking
shit-hole.

So, what do you think
of this place?

I guess the cleaner must have
called in sick, eh?

Cunt's dead.

Yeah. Cunt must be dead.

Stupid bitch.

I wouldn't say Sammy
was easy, you know?

But, she wasn't exactly hard
to crack either.

So are we gonna fuck, or are
we gonna...

You know, a couple drinks,
a few tabs. You stand a good
chance of a happy ending.

Romantic cunt, aren't you?

I've got something for you.

I wish you had a zipper.

Why don't you take a
look at these.

What's that?

That's a little piece of
magic, baby.

Acid? Come on Nick, not here.

Come on, open your
fucking mouth.

I'll stick a knife in your
ass. You won't be able to sit
down for six weeks.

Okay.

Come. One for you,
and one for me.

You're so fucking beautiful.

And you're fucking filthy too.
What are you doing with a
lunatic like me?

I like weirdos.

I like the fact you
like weirdos.

Come on. Let's go see how
fucking crazy this
place is now.

* I wanna start again

* be a kid again

what the fuck? What is that?

Now that's the fucking reason
why we came here.

Is that real?

Of course it's fucking real,
you tit.

Wait, I know. I know, I know.
It's a fucking chair.

Big deal, right? All I can say
is things aren't always
what they seem.

Get in it. Go on.

That's weird. This is the
most...

Sit in it. Go on get in it.

This is where all the mentals
used to get their shock
treatment.

Let me tie you down.

So beautiful.

"So, so beautiful."

Get my cock out.

Suck on it.

Come on, deep, deep, deep.

Look at her, the dirty little
twatter. Sucking me until the
twelfth of never.

I wanna go, come on.
Let me have a go.

I wanna see you fuck yourself.
I'll be the Marquis. You be my
little slut.

Nick: I want to fuck
your mouth.

Nick: You look amazing.
You look beautiful.

The moment before it all
changed forever.

The moment before life fucked
me once and for all.

And ripped out whatever was
left of my heart.

However you want to say it,
it's fucked.

They stamped it. It was done.

Then bang! It all got really
fucking weird.

Watch this.

Everything from here now
is kinda hazy.

Like a nightmare or a fever
dream.

Bits and pieces, that's all
I've got. Bits and pieces,
that's all I've got.

Blood. Blood all over my
hands, all over my clothes.

Sammy missing and me in the
middle of it all ranting and
raving about a chair.

It's not a big equation.

It all adds up to a definite
stay in hospital.

Have a guess what.

Me, Nick west.

I'm criminally insane,
apparently.

Pills.

The pills they got in here
make acid look like aspirin.

Just say no. Don't do drugs.

Knock 'em back and swallow.
Don't ask questions.

"Hi, my name's Nick west.
I'm medicated. How are you?"

I've been inside for
four years.

Four year of pills
and bullshit.

Rotting in a room because
they don't believe me.

Nick.

They haven't seen it for
themselves, so it can't be
true, yeah?

I wish they were right.

I wish I was crazy.

Then there'd be one less
psycho on the streets, right?

And you'd feel safe in your
beds.

Only we know that's
not the truth.

The truth is...

You're all in danger.

When you're trapped in a cell
that long, you think you're
alone, forgotten.

But I wasn't. Turns out he
was watching me, observing me.

Pulling my strings, and then
one day, he turned a key,
pushed a button.

They opened the doors and let
the world in, or me out,
I'm not sure.

Nurse: And how do you feel
these days, Nick?

I feel healthy. I feel okay.

And other days?

They come and go.

What about the stories you
told the police? How do you
feel about those?

I've learned they were my
mind's responses to the stress
of what happened.

It's not uncommon for people
to create...

Fantasies in times of trauma.

What do you think the
trauma was?

I know I'm guilty.

There's no other explanation.

I just have no memory of
what happened.

None at all?

That bothers you?

Of course it does.

He was acquitted of murder.
He's been a model patient for
four years.

Never... put him a foot
out of line.

Surely you don't think
he's dangerous.

To others no, but to himself
quite possibly. He's suffering
severe delusions.

Once, four years ago.
Never since.

I'm not very happy about this.
He told me...

I'm not asking you to just set
him loose on the world.

I'm asking you to put him in
to my care.

So we can find out what
happened to Sammy. Think about
her family.

They deserve to know.

And you will take full
responsibility for the
consequences?

Just show me where to sign.

Sign here, walk free.
It doesn't matter that we
think you killed someone.

Nick west?

They didn't think very much
of me.

Sending one guy.

I'm here to give you
a lift, sir.

No, I'm gonna get the bus.

You're not going to get a bus
around here, sir.

Look, why don't you come with
me, sir? Come on. Just get in
the car.

And just like that...

I was gone.

Where are we going?

Oh, I'm taking you to meet
someone, sir.

"Fucking punt, welcome to
Cambridge."

Here we are then, sir.

Just there. Knock and go in.

The doctor is expecting
you, sir.

Doctor who?

Dr. Willard, sir.

Just go in.

Oh, here we go. Gandalf.
Slut. He's a pedo,
don't you know?

Melissa, leave US alone, will
you? Mr. West and I have some
business to discuss.

She's a little worried,

leaving me alone with you.

Silly thing.

Why am I here?

Very well. You have been
released, and put under
certain conditions.

What conditions?

I'm writing a book.

What, do you need a typist?

No, no, no.

I need a subject.

You, Mr. West.

You want to write a book
about me?

Absolutely.

Your situation provides me
with a fairly unique
opportunity.

I want to study you, and your
psychotic episode,

where the episode itself took
place.

What do you mean?

The Blackwater asylum.

You are to travel there with
me. Arrangements have been
made.

The possibilities of this on
the study

have got my publisher really,
very excited.

You don't know what you're
doing. I can't go back there.

Oh, I'm afraid you can.

Unless you want to return to
the asylum.

That's blackmail.

Yes.

No, no. I'm simply asking
for a few days of your time

in exchange for answers to
questions that plague you
daily.

Is that too much to ask?

Ah, perfect timing. Nick west.

Rachel fowles.

First impressions: Fuck me.
Your mission, get her out of
that fucking outfit.

First hard-on in four years.

Pleased to meet you, Nick.

Rachel is one of my brightest
psychology students.

She's going to be helping me
with the study.

So, Nick, it's really great
that you're helping US
with this.

Great for who?

So, I guess Brett's running
late.

Shit.

Sorry I'm late.

First impressions?

Well, regular cunt, tosser.
A flat line tosser.

Brett Wilson, how's it going?

Brett, this is Nick.

Nick?

Nick west.

Oh yes, I went to school with
a Nick west, but I imagine it
wasn't you.

Brett, come on.

-What? That was funny.
-Cock.

Come on, just be nice.

Where's your sense of humor?

He's had a really tough time,
okay?

-Oh, has he?
-Dr. Willard?

All right, all right.
That's enough.

Melissa will be waiting
outside in the car.

Come on.

O' my brothers, it really was
this ridiculous.

Like a bad Scooby doo. Five
hours of countryside and
educated nothingness.

Fine art and the theatre,
croquet and carrot cake.

Houses in France and stuff
that could never mean anything
to me.

Can they not hear themselves?

Their banal conversations
floating through the air

like feces smeared across a
crusty sky.

Sad bunch of vacuous little
cunts.

With their private school
educations. Strong perfect
parents.

Silver spoon fed failed
models, preening, perfect.
Empty.

Clueless clown. Poor little
me.

And Gandalf.

Nick?

You okay?

Of course I'm not okay,
big tits.

Yeah.

This is going to be easier
than you think.

Just whenever you're ready,
alright?

Brett: This is atmospheric.

Careful where you tread.

No shit. Looks like the maid
died.

What?

Memories washing over me like
a fever, making my head spin.

Started to sweat, thought I
was going to throw up.

It was a real fucking trip
and I wasn't having any fun.

Classic, he's having
flashbacks.

Maybe we should follow him.

There's film in the camera.

Dr. Willard, we could follow
him and get his reaction.

Tell me something, Willard. Am
I the only one slightly
concerned

that we've returned to the
scene of the murder
with the murderer.

Nick?

A lot of memories in this
place.

Something like that.

You can talk to me, you know?

Tell me what happened.

I don't know anymore.

It's all right.

Come on, let's get back to
the others.

Now, I suggest we eat, and
discuss our reasons for
being here.

Melissa, if you could
organize the food.

I'll fetch the hamper from
the car.

I'm just going to take you and
Rachel, and show you
the room upstairs.

Excuse me, Nick, if you don't
mind waiting here.

What the hell is this?

This is where the incident
supposedly took place.

At his worst point he claimed
that that was what took
his girlfriend.

Nick: So you know all about
why you're here?

I know bits and pieces that he
tells me.

What did he tell you about me?

He didn't have to. I know what
you are.

So you think I'm a murderer,
do you?

I didn't say that.

If I were you I'd stay well
away from me.

Dr. Willard wouldn't put me in
any danger.

He already has.

Hold on to this.

Where are you going?

Sitting down. What does it
look like?

-Brett.
-What?

Mr. Wilson, get up from there,
that is not a play thing.

It's perfectly safe, I'm sure.
I mean, how old is it?

Brett?

Dr. Willard!

Brett! Brett! Brett!

Brett! Brett!

Jesus. What an idiot.

Dr. Willard: Mr. Wilson I am
quickly tiring of your
nonsense.

Get up and get out of that
damn chair.

It's not funny.

Mr. Wilson, perhaps you could
use up some of that energy
setting up the work lights.

Brett: No Brett! No!

Shut up, Brett.

He won't be laughing for
long.

I never dreamt I'd spend
another night in that place.

But day turned to night
pretty fast, and where was I
going to go?

I was a dog on a leash with a
cruel master.

Brett: One more left.

Fingers crossed, you piece of
shit.

I've never been afraid of the
dark.

I was always more afraid of
the light.

I didn't want to see what was
going to happen.

If you can't see what's
coming for you, maybe it can't
see you either.

Oh, we have light.

Here you go.

Don't all thank me at once.

Good work, Brett.

Where's Dr. Willard?

No idea. You want some
of this?

Don't you think we should wait
for the doctor?

Why, is he the barman?

Do you want some of this?

I knew what was coming,
needed to keep my wits
about me, stay sharp.

If you were smart you'd do
the same.

Last thing you want
to be is liquored up
when the shit comes down.

And it would come down.

Brett: No?

Come on man, it's bloody
freezing outside.

Doesn't mix with my
medication.

Thank you for the light,
Mr. Wilson, it's wonderful.

Now we can see one another.

Say hello to fucking
Gandalf.

Well, dinner's served.

Sorry, it's not very exciting.

So Willard,

what have you got planned
for this evening?

Bit of disco dancing?
Game of cards?

Well, actually I was hoping
that Dr. Willard would tell US
a bit more about this place.

Well, we are currently
in the kitchen area

-of the Blackwater institute.
-Brett, you're supposed to be
following this.

During the 1950s,

this place was an institute
for mental health care,
of a sort.

-An asylum?
-Yes, a private facility.

It was run by a revolutionary
scientist called Blackwater.

He was a great thinker,

an innovator.

He was taking the study of
the human mind

into whole new spheres of
research.

-Sounds like a swell guy.
-Oh, no, no, he was, for
a time.

The details are a little
sketchy,

but it would appear that at
some time,

I would put it around
1958, 1959,

the scientific world of which
he had become such a key
part

turned on him.

I suppose he refused to
modernize his thinking,

and so, paid the price.

No longer taken seriously,

Blackwater boarded himself
and his patients,

all of whom had significant
psychological problems,

into the asylum.

None of his discoveries were
ever published

in respect to.

By the time the authorities
shut him down in 1963,

he was a shadow of a man,

as tormented

as the last of his
surviving patients.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, technically...

The history of this place is
merely incidental.

What is significant is

that the beginnings of your
story started here.

Bringing you back to
investigate the reactions
of your mind,

that is the vital aspect of
the research.

We will begin tomorrow.

We will ask you questions,

ask you to relive your
experience...

I wasn't listening,

just staring into the shadows
wondering where they were
hiding.

I had to get out of there. I
was suffocating.

Excuse me.

I'll go check if he's okay.

I did think about ending it.

I'll admit that. It's better
for everybody.

In the long run maybe it
would've been.

With me dead, they might
have just left. But I'm not a
quitter.

It's something I just
couldn't do.

There you are. Are you
all right?

Shouldn't have come back to
this place.

I've spent years trying
to get past this.

This is dangerous, me being
here.

If you really want to leave
I'm sure everyone will
understand.

Maybe some more therapy
wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Back at the institute?

No, here with Dr. Willard.

The things you think you saw,

they seemed real.

Illusions always do.

Ghost stories are exactly
that, Nick...

Stories.

Your mind made them up for
some reason.

That just makes the truth
worst, doesn't it?

When we start the study
tomorrow,

the truth will come out.

Then you can put all of
this behind you.

I killed a woman and I can't
remember doing it.

You don't get a lot of
sympathy when that kind of
thing happens.

Your family and friends
ostracize you.

They don't want to know you
anymore.

I spent every day at the
institute trying to piece
together what happened,

and every day I came up with
the same answer: That they
think...

I'm there for the reason that
they think I am. That i'm
crazy.

I just can't find the answers.

It's just darkness.

-I've got to go.
-No, don't.

Just stay one night.

I want to show you something.

And if by tomorrow morning you
still have doubts,

then leave before anyone
wakes up

and I won't say a word.

What do you mean?

I have an idea.

Sorry, Willard.

Barely, Mr. Wilson.

-This is cozy.
-I tried my best.

So, where's your friend Nick?

Gone for a walk I imagine.

-And where's Rachel?
-Keeping him company,
I would think.

-Is that safe?
-Of course.

-I don't trust him.
-Me neither. He gives me
the creeps.

It's been a long day.

I think it's time I went to
bed.

-I'll take you.
-Thank you, Melissa.

-Goodnight, Brett.
-Goodnight, Willard.

See now, Dr. Willard, you've
been overdoing it.

Nonsense, my dear.

-I'm as fit as a fiddle!
-Well as long as you let me
know, okay?

-Have you the list of all the
items I require?
-Yes.

And they're all in my... ah!

-Nick!
-Hello.

I should like to talk to you
in private for a moment, if
you don't mind?

Where's Rachel?

She's asleep.

If you don't believe me go and
check. She's still breathing.

I didn't say anything.

Dr. Willard, I'll just make
your room up the best I can.

Thank you.

There's something I haven't
told the others,

but I think that you should
know.

Come with me.

I have not been entirely
honest with the others.

My book...

It is not about you.

It is more about what
happened.

I recently came into
possession of Blackwater's
private journal.

The journal details much

of Blackwater's research
practices.

It makes very disturbing
reading.

Blackwater was experimenting
on his patients,

in the asylum in the most
unorthodox of ways.

The medical practices

on the clinically insane
were not of a high standard in
the 1950s.

But Blackwater took his
research to a whole new level
of depravity, of cruelty.

Most of the work

was concentrated in the
basement.

That is where the real horror
took place.

He was ostracized from the
scientific world at the time

because of his attempt to
suggest the existence

of the human soul.

Why are you telling me this?

Because...

That's not all the journal
contains.

The purpose of those
experiments

was connected to the
contraption that you say took
Sammy.

That thing didn't take Sammy.

I know that now. It was in
my head!

-Rachel told...
-Rachel?

Rachel is a student, Mr. West.
A good one...

But no expert.

I am not as convinced of your
guilt as you appear to be.

Blackwater claimed that
the machine he was working on,

that thing upstairs,

was a portal to another realm,

a realm

which could separate the soul
from the body.

Would you believe that?

I believe it is possible.

This place is filled with
evil.

I feel it at every turn!

There is a chance that
whatever took Sammy

still lurks in the darkest
corners of this asylum.

So, you don't think i'm
crazy?

No, Mr. West.

But right now you and I are
the only two people in the
world

who really believe that.

Doctor...

I don't know how you think
I can help you.

You know why?

Because they were just
illusions!

I don't think so.

When dealing with matters of
the mind, there is nothing
certain.

What happened to you four
years ago

was just one in a series of
misadventures

that have taken place here
for years.

They were all in my head!
I know that now!

In my head!

It had to be...

Did they, Mr. West?

I am interested in the answers
to a question

that no one in my profession
dares to ask.

What if the crazy person
isn't crazy?

What if

what they are saying is true.

And now that we are here,

I am in a position

to do something about it.

For years I've been told
that I was crazy,

that I've made this whole
thing up.

And now you're saying that
it was true?

Yes, Mr. West.

You're crazier than me.

Everything is in place.

Brett and Rachel are my
controls,

only they don't know it. They
are grounded in science.

They absolutely will not
believe in anything I just
told you.

They are an intrinsic part of
the study even more.

So...

Will you help me,

Mr. West?

This is...

I don't know.

Then, think carefully about
what you want.

If the journal is accurate,

men with a greater reason
and will than you

have lost their lives to this
place.

And just like that, everything
you think you know is
turned upside-down.

And nobody is what they seem.

They slept too easily.

They had no idea.

So naive, so innocent,

so fucking stupid.

Shh...

Come on.

And so it began,

a young girl with a plan way
out of her depth and sinking
fast.

Come on.

This is foolish.

-You don't know what you're
doing...
-Nick, it's gonna be fine.

Please, Rachel, don't do this.

-It's not safe here.
-It's perfectly safe,

and I'm going to prove it
to you.

Please don't, Rachel.

Nick, I'm going to go and sit
down on that chair,

and you'll see that everything
is going to be fine.

-Don't!
-Nick, it's going to be
all right.

-But Willard...
-What about Dr. Willard?

He told me...

I want to believe you, but...

Nick, look at this thing!

It's nothing! Look, Brett sat
in it earlier and he's
all right.

Well, he's a bit of an
asshole, but he's always
been like that.

Don't sit in that thing,
Rachel!

She should have listened
to me.

They should all have listened
to me,

but they're too carried away,
you see,

with their own ideas, wrapped
up in educated egos that don't
know what I know.

See? There's nothing to be
worried about.

Famous last words.

It's a chair, nothing more.

What are you so afraid of?

You haven't seen the things
I've seen.

You don't know what you're
dealing with.

What is it that you don't
understand?

Can't you see, Nick?

It's all in your mind.

No! Rachel!

Fuck, get it off me!

-Willard!
-Get it off me!

Willard!

Willard!

Willard!

Gone, just like that,

just like Sammy.

-Dr. Willard!
-What is it?

What's happening?

It's happened again! Rachel,
she's gone through. It's
taken her!

Nick?

Nick?

Nick?

Rachel.
Rachel, help me.

Rachel, help me.

Nick!

Rachel,
Rachel.

Nick! Nick!

It'll hardly come as a
surprise to you that I got the
blaming like last time.

You can kind of see why.

So, you think she got
sucked into the machine,
just like Sammy?

Wait a minute, time out.

I don't know, maybe.

She was trying to help me.
I could hear the voices.

Willard, have you been handing
out crack pipes?

You have a better explanation
for what happened, I suppose?

Well, I'd say it's the
insane-asylum inmate.

Yeah, in the torture chamber,
with whatever murder weapon he
used to kill the last girl.

You think I did it?

Well, it's not a like you're
a nutter or anything.

Show some respect for the
patient.

Can't you see you're upsetting
him with these baseless
accusations!

Baseless? Bollocks.

That's enough!

Nick...

-Rachel?
-Nick!

Rachel, help me.

-Nick?
-Rachel, help me.

Rachel, help me.

-Rachel.
-Nick...

Rachel!
Rachel! Rachel!

Nick?

-Nick?
-Help... me... Rachel...

Rachel! Rachel!

I'm going through. I have to
bring her back.

That's what we've been
saying.

Yeah, bring her back, and
everything will be fine.

This is the last time i'm
going to tell you two
to be silent!

There are thing happening
here, you can't possibly
comprehend.

Nick, supposing you do go
through,

there's no guarantee you'll
come back.

You don't know what's waiting
for you over there.

You shouldn't speak ill of
people, but what a fucking
coward.

Room full of triads and
big-shots and nobody wants to
take responsibility.

It's time for good old Nick
west to step up, eh?

Whatever it is, Rachel's mixed
up in it right now.

I'm going through.

No! Stop...

Wait... you'll be no good
to Rachel if you can't come
back.

What are we going to do, then?

Blackwater's journal...

There must be something in
there. He built this thing!

He knows better than anyone
how to work it.

-Where is the journal?
-It's in my room.

Come on.

All right, we'll do it your
way, old man,

but we don't have much time!

Twenty quid says the old man
goes missing next.

You think it's Nick?

Of course it is. It's fucking
obvious. He's a psycho!

Dr. Willard doesn't think so.

Yeah, well Dr. Willard's as
full of shit as Nick is.

Brett, I'm scared.

Hmm? Don't be scared.

What was that?

Fuck all. Who cares?

Wait a minute. I think it
came from the chair.

God, not you as well. It's
a chair for Christ's sake.

I sat on that think earlier
and nothing happened.

It's bullshit. The whole thing
is bullshit.

-You sat in it?
-Yeah.

Show me.

What?

Show me.

Please?

Right, but we carry on
from where we left off.

I've got a right horn on.

See? Nothing.

Brett? What do you think
that's for?

I don't know.

Don't have anything yet.

We don't have time for this!

I'm going as fast as I can.

Portions of the text are
damaged.

Can't build a machine like
that and not have some sort
of get-out clause.

For Rachel's sake, let's
hope not.

Fuck.

Rachel?

Rachel?

Rachel?

Hello.

Hello?

Hello, sailor.

Horse...

Shh...

-What the hell is going on?
-Shut up, Brett!

There's something in here
with US.

What, in the closet?

No, you idiot, in this place.

Oh.

It's...

It's some kind of a...

I don't know,

but I think it's after me.

Well then we should split up.

I have a feeling it's probably
after you, too.

Nick was right.

Where's Dr. Willard when you
need him?

Come on, old man!

You want me to help you
or not?

Dr. Willard! It's taken Brett!
That thing, it's taken him!

-What?
-He sat in the chair. He
wanted to show me it was safe.

He disappeared!

I didn't believe you either.
This is crazy.

That fool. I told him to show
more respect

for things he does not
understand!

Enough of this fucking
melodrama.

What are we going to do?

I don't know, but we're
wasting time here.

I'm going through.

Nick!

I'm going through!

Nick!

Nick! This is madness!

It's suicide!

I don't have a choice.

I let Sammy down.

I should've gone after her.

I'm not going to make the
same mistake twice.

Dear boy...

If you go through,

there's every chance you'll
never come back.

Come back to what?

This?

The institute?

Everything I ever cared about
is through there.

If there's nothing more I
can say...

You take care of yourself,
professor.

It's been educational.

No!

Well, my dear,

that was easier

than we anticipated.

The fools!

Never saw that coming, eh?

Rachel?

Rachel!
Rachel!

Rachel! Rachel!

Rachel!

Let's go, come on.

See, there's an opening.
Hurry up!

Jeez, I can't. It's locked.

-What?
-I can't, I'm trying.

Rachel, there could be
anything behind this door.

Brett, don't be ridiculous.

We need to get out of this
place.

Just open the fucking door.

-Oh, shit. I've cut my hand.
-Oh god.

Brett...

Put some pressure on it.

I can't. Look, the damn
thing's...

Put some pressure on it!

Run, Rachel. Run.

Rachel, Rachel!

Brett.

-Brett!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Who's there?

It's Nick.

What, the psycho killer?

Fucking idiot.

He'd seen the demon and he
still wanted to blame me.

Some people just get what's
fucking coming to them.

Why did you do that?

Where's Rachel?

Who?

Where's Rachel?

She went that way.

Or maybe that way, you cunt.

So, that book's supposed to
keep you safe?

That's the idea.

Let's have a look.

How much blood does this
demon need?

A lot.

Doctor...

Sorry.

The demon must be satisfied.

-It's me.
-Nick.

You ok?

It killed Brett.

-What killed Brett?
-It killed Brett.

What killed Brett?

Please save me, please.

Please...

I'm gonna get you out of this
place, I promise you.

Ok, ready?

Good enough.

Wait...

It's coming.

And finally we come face to
face.

Me and my demon.

Head to head.

Toe to toe.

Can you see it?

I don't see it.

We have to go.

It's the blood. It's the
blood, of course.

Told you I'd get her out of
that outfit.

If only I could get her tits
out now.

Close your eyes.

You've done US both so proud.

So proud.

Where is it?

Where is it?

Stop toying with her.

Who...

There's a way out!

There you are.

Bitch!

Turn the volume down
granddad.

What a rotter.

As you can see, it all got a
bit silly at this point.

Girl with her puppies out.
Demon.

Old bananer in pajamas.

Is this what I promised you?

Are we prick teasing you
enough?

Are you full up?

Is this what you came here to
see, o' my brothers?

My gift!

To you!

Look at this poorly written,
badly acted bullshit!

Is there any truth in this
b-movie banality?

No.

No!

There is no truth my friends!

Believe no one.

Believe nothing.

I'll tell you what party
people, you geeks and freaks,

you blood thirsty morons.

Fuck you.

Bring on the red parade!

Get off me old man.

I am not so old in this place.

So, are there any pulses in
the house?

You deadbeat, midnight freak,
torture porn, Gore whores.

I know what you're looking
for.

So have it, take it, fare thee
well, and fuck you very much!

Do you ever get the feeling
you've been cheated?

A small price to pay.

She will find her peace very
soon.

You set US up.

You played directly into
my hands

from the very start.

Just as I knew you would.

Call it off her.

Call it off her!

She does not answer to thee.

No.

It answers to me.

Oh, Nick, please...

None of this is real.

I...

Am.

None of this is real.

Nick...

Rachel!

Get away from him!

Nick!

Listen to me, this is not
real!

Finish him, Nick.

All in good time, baby.

I love you.

Get off her now!

Please...

Nick, don't!

I love you.

I love you.

Run Rachel!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Oh god help US.

Oh god, oh god.

You're a cunt.

You're just a low rent cunt!

You're a cunt!

Hey, hey, hey...

There's no use begging or
screaming.

Because you're a whore.

Open your legs.

Open your legs.

Open your fucking legs!

You're a worthless, cheap,
perfume smelling cunt.

And you're weak.

And as my mother used
to say

the weak are always trying to
subvert the strong.

And I am the strong.

So buckle up, bitch.

Here comes the pain.

Rachel!

Rachel!

Ra...

Rachel!

No!

No...

See Nick.

There is no chair.

No chair.

What? What's funny?

You're a genius shrinky.

You're a fucking god damn
genius.

Ah hah, what?

Of course there's no chair.

There never was a fucking
chair.

No chair.

No chair shrinky.

Rachel!

Rachel.

Rachel.

Rachel, where are you?

Sammy?

Sammy?

Sammy!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I did this.

They're all dead now.

It's just me and you Sammy.

It's me...

I've never seen you look so
beautiful.

Look at me...

It's Rachel.

You look so beautiful.

It's ra... it's Rachel.

It's just me and you now, Sam.

It's ok Rachel.

What about you?

It's ok.

No...

Please...

Don't do it...

Nick, please don't!

Don't!

Don't!

No!

Whew.

Well, that was a bit of fun
wasn't it?

And you're not gonna tell
anyone about this, are you?

Trust me, no one's gonna
believe US.

You sure you wanna go on the
run with a...

Crazy person?

I love you.

Let's go get crazy.