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- Give me two more.
- Raise you two.
- Oh, raise me two?
Jacks and kings, what do you got?
Ah, it's all me.
You suck at this game, man.
- I know.
- You needed to gamble more when you were growing up.
- I can't tell you how excited we are
that you chose our institution to do research
for your new book, Dr. Marcus.
- Well that pleases me to hear, Dr. Victor.
- Please, call me Paul.
May I call you Daniel?
- Actually, no.
I only let my friends call me Daniel.
Paul, have a seat please.
Have you had a chance to...
- oh, finished it last night.
Very, very impressive work, doctor.
A riveting read.
We're lucky to have you here.
- Well thank you, that's so nice of you to say.
My only hope is that I can make a difference
in the lives of your patients here.
- I have no doubt that you will.
Though I must say,
you certainly have your hands full with this group.
I can assure you of that.
Do you mind if I ask why these patients stood out to you?
- Not at all.
The research I'm going to be doing here
is in support of a new book of mine,
which is going to be addressing
the fundamental difference between true mental illness
and that of a created psychosis brought on by
a patient's need to buffer the subconscious
against some horrendous or horrific act
that's been occurred upon them in the past.
Or it could be hiding a much more sinister, darker issue,
which is,
that they're lying.
And they're hiding some heinous,
horrible act in their past that they're guilty of.
- Well, in that case,
you've picked the cream of the crop.
These patients suffer from
a variety of mental health issues,
probably the most severe I've ever seen.
Everything from paranoid schizophrenia,
extreme phobias and delusional disorders.
Causing nearly all of them to commit some terrible crime.
- Which is why I chose them.
Now, were they informed that I was
doing research on a new book?
- Yeah, they've certainly been told.
Whether they remember or not remains to be seen.
- Well, I believe that...
Being honest with a patient is a way of
unlocking their trust.
- Of course.
As requested, all the patients have been
moved into a joint holding area.
And I've given specific instructions to Kyle and Shane...
- Kyle and Shane, they are?
- They're the orderlies I've assigned to assist you today.
Kyle is my nephew.
Not the brightest young man,
but certainly capable of escorting
the patients in and out of the office.
Unfortunately, our operational budget has been cut
by the board of directors.
Again.
So we do what we can with staffing these days.
- Well, when this new book comes out and it's a success,
I will attribute your institution with all the research
and hopefully that'll buffer
some of your costs in the future.
- I have faith that it will.
And I do hope the office we've provided
for the interviews will suffice.
Due to the severe nature of mental illnesses
of the patients you've selected,
we have to keep them under maximum security.
- Well, I'm sure it'll be just fine.
- Well, if there's anything else you need,
just have one of the orderlies come find me.
I'll be on my afternoon rounds.
- Thank you very much.
- Enjoy the sessions, doctor.
- Absolutely.
- Dude, this place blows, I don't get any service.
- Dude, what the hell?
- Gentlemen.
- Yes?
- Could you bring in patient 110984, please?
- Yes sir.
- For the record, patient 110984.
Jill, 27 years old.
She's been institutionalized for over 17 years.
The patient claims her mother tried
to murder her at the age of 10.
Patient has been exhibiting behavior
not unlike anorexia or bulimia for the past 11 days
and has refused water for the past 48 hours.
Okay, thank you, that'll be all.
- Dr. Marcus, I don't think I'm supposed to...
- and this is the order I'd like to see the patients in.
Your name is?
- Kyle.
Thank you Kyle, we'll be fine.
Hello Jill.
My name's Dr. Marcus.
- What do you want?
- I'd like to help you.
- Why are you recording me?
- Oh well, that's so that you can help me help you.
- Uncuff me.
- Well, I'm afraid I don't have the key.
- That's bullshit.
- Why do you want to be out of your restraints?
Hmm?
Is it so that you can pull out your iv,
continue hurting yourself?
Is that what you wanna do?
- I'd rather be dead than be here any more.
- Really?
Hmm.
I have something I'd like to try.
I can make this very quick, very quick.
I can say that
you lunged at me after I let you out of your restraints.
And I had to defend myself.
And you know what, here's the best part.
Nobody's going to give a damn.
So you just sit there nice and calm
and it'll be over in a second.
- Are you crazy?
Why would you do that?
- Well, I did just prove that you don't wanna die.
- I don't wanna be here anymore!
- Well.
Maybe I can help you with that.
Tell me what happened.
Tell me what happened with your mother,
with your mommy.
- She was trying to kill me.
- How?
- You already know what happened,
you have everything right there in those folders.
- All right.
Look, I could send you back with a
recommendation for electro-shock therapy.
Young lady if you think your stay here has been,
trying,
believe me, it can get a hell of a lot worse.
- What do you want from me?
- I want the truth.
Not what's in the files, I want...
I want what you remember.
- Will you help me?
- I can try.
But first you're gonna have to
open up, be honest with me, tell me the truth.
And I will know if you're not.
This is going nowhere.
- They say I'm crazy!
But I'm not.
- All right.
Why?
- I loved my mom.
She was a good mom.
Until...
Until she started seeing it.
- It?
Seeing it?
- Honey.
Why are you in the bed?
Jill!
Did you wet the bed?
Oh god.
Oh my god!
Oh my god, honey, what happened?
What happened Jill?
Was there somebody here?
Talk to me!
Katie!
Oh my god.
Katie.
- Mom.
- Mom?
What are you doing?
- Huh?
- What happened to the hallway?
Oh no!
You're doing it again!
- Open up!
Open the door!
It's your mother, open the door!
Open the door!
Now!
Put your hand on the door and unlock it!
It's your mother!
Please, let me in!
Oh god, oh!
Get outta there, you're in danger!
My baby.
Oh my baby.
- Why did you kill somebody you claim to love?
- I had no choice.
- Did you hate your mother?
- That's a messed up question.
- Which only you know the answer to, hmm?
- I wanna go back to my cell.
- Where was your father during all this?
Hmm?
- He wasn't there, he was...
He was out with my sister Katie.
- Ah.
Did you ever wonder who the real monster here is?
You want everyone to think of you as this poor,
helpless victim, who had no choice.
- Screw you!
- When in fact,
you're actually a cold-blooded
sociopathic
killer.
With an Electra complex who wanted mommy
out of the way so she could have daddy all to herself.
Isn't that right?
- No!
- Were you eventually going to kill your sister too?
- No! - - Were you?
- You know nothing!
Help!
- Hey hey hey.
Okay, breathe.
Breathe, calm down.
Shane, I need backup, now.
- I hate you!
You're evil!
Get me outta here!
Who are you?
Who the hell are you?
- Gentlemen, when you get a chance,
bring in patient
252
253
78.
John Doe, estimated to be in his late 50s,
was found wandering in the woods
wearing nothing more than a bathrobe.
John Doe, or JD as they call him here,
claims to have no recollection of who he is.
- At least this one won't give us any problems, huh?
- Yeah, he's the shy, quiet type.
Isn't that right, JD?
- He has no known family
and authorities were unable to establish
his identity through fingerprints or dental records.
He was admitted to this facility
five years ago.
After several violent encounters
due to a recurring nightmare and an unexplainable fear of...
Plastic wrap.
Hmm.
This patient's loaded.
JD here stays baked 24/7.
- Wonderful, okay, get him outta here.
Bring him back when he's more coherent, hmm?
- We can't do that, sir.
That's Dr. Victor's orders.
- This patient is violent.
- I'm right here, you know?
- All right.
What's your name?
- JD.
- JD, do you know which,
which city you're in?
- They won't tell me.
That was wonderful.
All right, all right, go on, get outta here.
Leave him here.
Go on, go on.
Get the door on the way out.
All right JD, I am...
Dr. Marcus.
- What are you doing?
- I'm recording you.
You have a problem with that?
- Like I have a choice?
Can you, can you put that away please?
Please?
- Is there a problem?
Oh my god, the charts are right on.
You do have a problem with plastic wrap.
- Can you put that away,
please?
- Mmm.
Here.
All right, all right, look look look.
I'm wrapping it up.
Putting it away.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- All right JD, you are,
in spring valley mental institution.
Do you remember being brought here?
- I only remember one thing.
- Ah good, what?
- Why should I tell you?
- Hmm.
Well, if I'm gonna help you,
I have to know what makes you tick.
- No no. - - Yes.
No, no!
Please!
No no no no no!
Get it off me, get it off me, please!
Take it off, take it off, take it off!
- Not until you tell me what it is I want to know.
- Help!
Help me, somebody, please help!
Help, someone please help me!
Help me!
- Out!
Right now.
- Please, take it off!
- Are you gonna play ball with me?
You gonna give me what I need?
Now.
JD.
So you don't remember who you are,
where you come from?
Why don't we start with this...
Little problem you have with plastic wrap, hmm?
- I was on vacation.
In the UK.
And he killed me.
- He what?
- He killed me!
- Who?
- I don't know who he was.
Or why he did it.
But.
In the dream,
I could see
and feel
and hear
everything!
- Trick or treat!
- Fuck off.
- Excuse me!
Oi, that's no bloody way to talk to children!
- Audi's in the garage.
Now fuck off!
- Evening, ladies.
- How's it going?
- Werewolf is mine, marry me!
- Marry me!
Oh shit mate, look at this!
- Mate, what are you draggin'?
- Hey!
Excuse me, aren't you?
Sorry, didn't you go to Truman prep school?
- No.
- You did, didn't you?
You did.
1997.
I'm Alan.
Alan Fletcher?
I was a prefect while you were there.
I haven't seen you since then.
You never really did fit in.
How are you anyway?
That's a brilliant costume, by the way.
That's just genius.
Terry?
Come look at this, look at all that blood!
- Ah, that is an amazing costume, mate!
You're meant to be a killer or something, right?
- I am a killer, yes.
- And that's the body in the bag, is it?
Latest victim type of thing?
- Brand new. - - Hah, brilliant!
Fucking brilliant!
Mate.
It's bloody heavy.
Can we give you a hand or two?
Christ!
You take your Halloween shit seriously, don't you?
You got an actual body in there or something?
Help him, dickhead.
It's so heavy.
Anyway, what's on the agenda tonight?
Have you been to a party?
- No.
- Listen, we're heading to this pretty sweet loft party,
just down the road here.
I mean, our costumes are a bit last minute,
but yours, we would really make an entrance with this thing.
I know it's late, but you will pop in for just one,
won't you?
Our pal Jack, I mean, he's got to see this.
He's so into his horror shit, he's gonna love it!
- I'd rather not get sidetracked.
- Mate, mate,
don't be so bloody boring.
Please, just one drink.
It'll be really, really quick,
you'll be back on the streets killing in no time.
- I shan't stay long.
- Yes!
This way then, killer!
- You know Terry, I think that's racist.
- How's that racist?
- It's just my mom's cleaner's black,
so I know about this stuff.
- Yeah, well your mom's racist.
- She is a bit racist.
Wait wait, stay there, I'm gonna go find Jack,
don't move, all right?
Yes!
Listen, listen, you have to come and see this.
His costume.
Look at it!
- Now that is a fuckin' costume, mate!
- Nice face paint.
Let me guess,
American psycho?
Hey Babs, pour us a round of the reagent, man!
I wanna do a shot with the best costume in the house!
Fuck me!
Are you responsible for this?
- Of course.
- The detail, man!
I can just about make out that nasty wound, and...
Oh, the blood is perfect!
You've got some serious talent right here!
Ah-hah!
Guys,
grab one.
A toast.
To our new-found friend.
Finally, someone who appreciates Halloween
as much as I do!
Let's raise hell!
- TNT, please.
- Coming up.
- Now that
is a brilliant costume you came up with.
Wine please.
- Hmm?
Oh.
Well it's not really a costume.
- Right.
You're right, sorry.
More of a prop, isn't it?
And the suit is great.
Sort of a mental James bond sort of thing.
I'm Maggie.
- Hello Maggie.
It is just brilliant.
I mean,
how long did it take you to stuff that thing?
- Well it's more of a roll, really.
Like a pig in a blanket.
- Well it is just brilliant.
Just never seen anything like it before.
Not that well done, anyway.
- I'm sure there are plenty of us.
Best night of the year for it.
It's much harder to go walking around
with a dead body on a regular evening
than it is on Halloween.
But we manage nonetheless.
Just have to know what you're doing.
- Of course.
Cheers!
- Cheers.
- All right all you ghouls
and all you monsters out there,
hope you're enjoying yourselves so far tonight.
Spooky, spooky night.
Look guys, I'm really sorry,
but we've just got 10 minutes left
behind the bar tonight, just ten minutes left.
- Well I must be going now.
- What, no!
You can't go, it's Halloween!
Jack will be having an after party.
Jack!
You're having an after party, right?
- Mmm.
Yeah, yeah sure!
A few of you can come back to mine for a night cap.
- Brilliant.
- No, really, I must be going.
- Why?
You haven't got work in the morning, have you?
- I've got work right now,
I need to bury that thing before 3 am
or I don't get the bounty!
- The bounty!
Oooh, a prize!
Like a Halloween scavenger hunt?
That's what you meant earlier when you said
there's plenty of us doing it!
OMG, I'm so thick!
Well we can help you.
It sounds like so much fun!
- I don't...
- come on guys!
We've gotta do this!
- Mate!
Of course we'll help you bury the body!
And get the fuckin' prize!
The least we can do, mate.
- To the woods!
Right in here.
Start her up, my friend!
Come on!
- This will do.
Stay here.
- Where are we?
We were driving for over an hour.
- Perfect!
- Right gents.
Follow the trail and you'll spot a bonfire,
get it lit, drop him in the hole and cover him.
I'll come and join you shortly to finish things up.
- Ah, dick!
Dick!
- All good?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Feel the weight on this little bugger.
- Wow.
Yeah, that's really got some clout to it.
There you go.
- What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
- Alan.
- Keep back.
Keep back!
- Alan!
- Fuck!
No, please!
Please, no!
Please!
- All done here.
So.
Maggie.
What do you fancy doing?
- Did you get your prize?
- So to speak.
Do you fancy coming back to mine for a bit?
- Only if you're sure.
I wouldn't wanna keep you up any longer.
- I'm sure I've got one more in me tonight.
Is there a problem, officer?
- Trouble with the Van?
- No, we're fine.
We literally just headed out here to
get away from the city lights for a while.
We're just heading home now,
had a bit of a mad one.
- I see.
Yeah, well make sure you do.
We've got lots of nasty reports this evening,
don't want any more.
You two be on your way.
And you, make sure she gets home all right.
- Absolutely, officer.
Take care now!
Prick.
- Did they fall for it?
- Yeah mate,
fuckin' hook, line and sinker!
Some bloke knobbing his bird.
Fair play to him actually, she was quite fit, you know?
- Oh man!
This is so much better than last year
when we dressed up as priests!
- I fucking love Halloween!
- So let me get this straight.
You have this recurring nightmare...
Where you're murdered,
wrapped in this plastic,
carted all over town and yet you could see,
feel and hear absolutely everything that was going on?
- Yes.
- That's absolutely amazing.
You know what I think?
I think you're a lying,
manipulative miscreant.
Who's given up on life and decided to live
in this institution where you can get three squares
and a free bed every night.
You are a pathetic waste of human life,
and I'm going to make sure that you live
in this self-made nightmare of yours
for the rest of your life.
- No, no, no!
- Don't touch that.
I want the patient to remain wrapped in plastic.
Doctor's orders.
Now get him out of here.
Bring in patient 100174.
Born in Reykjavík, Iceland.
Gabrielle fled to the United States in the hope of
avoiding prosecution for the murder of a woman
she believed her American fiance was having an affair with.
Upon her capture,
her fiance's attorney struck a plea deal
with Icelandic authorities to keep her stateside,
with the condition that she stay
in a maximum security psychiatric institution
for the remainder of her life.
She's been in this facility for over 10 years now.
Gabrielle continues to deny the charges,
claiming they were attacked by zombies.
After a detailed observation by Dr. Victor,
it has been concluded that she suffers from
severe bipolar disorder, depression,
and is prone to extreme, and often violent, outbursts.
She claims to suffer from a recurring dream of a...
So-called zombie attack.
- Come on, get her up.
We gotta go.
- Ah.
Gabrielle.
Please, have a seat.
- I think you're wasting your time, Dr. Marcus.
She hasn't spoken a word of English in years.
Really?
Why do you believe this is such a waste of your time?
Hmm?
Well first, I'd like you to just have a seat,
so why don't you just
sit down?
Gentlemen, I won't need you any further.
I'll call you if I do.
Yes, I wrote those.
Are you impressed?
I wanna help you.
And I know you understand what I'm saying, Gabrielle.
True.
I'm writing a book.
Along the way, I might be able to help you.
I really do wanna help you.
Nobody believes you.
Hmm?
Maybe if you told me
what happened,
I could help you find peace in all this?
Hmm?
I'm going to turn on the camera now.
Okay?
- It's okay.
It really is.
I understand, I know what you are Gabrielle.
You
are a
sick, evil, jealous person,
who brutally murdered a young lady because you thought
she was having an affair with your fiance.
And on top of all that,
you want everyone to believe that a zombie
bit her face off.
- Go to hell!
- Oh, look at that.
The murderer speaks English.
- You liar!
You said you would help me!
I'll kill you!
- Got her.
- Next.
Originally from New Zealand,
Sarah has been institutionalized since she was 15 years old.
Her parents moved her stateside
when she was 12 in hopes of getting her
the best mental healthcare possible.
After attempting suicide,
her parents thought it best that she be admitted here.
She often wakes up screaming in the middle of the night and
keeps asking for her shovel.
- The sedatives are kicking in.
Dude.
I'm sick of this job, she tried to bite me!
- Stop being such a pussy, okay?
- Are you boys ready for me yet, or what?
Fuck it, let's do this.
- Come on.
- Where the fuck is my bloody shovel?
- Hey!
Watch your mouth!
- No no, that's fine.
Leave us.
It's all right, I'll be okay.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Sarah, I am Dr. Marcus.
- Hmm, I gathered that.
- I'd like to ask you a few questions.
- About the murder?
- To start with, yes.
- Ludicrous, you know.
I was put away for the murder of my best friend.
- You deny doing that?
- My friend was unhappy, she committed suicide.
- Yeah, but you buried the body.
- Before she did it she asked me
to hide her away afterwards.
It's that simple.
I was just trying to be a good friend.
That's what I told my parents.
They decided to move us stateside,
hoping that I could get some help.
But I don't need any help.
I didn't do anything.
But I bet it'd make a juicy chapter
for that book you're going to write, huh?
- Does it bother you that I'm writing a book?
- Your fame is mine, isn't that right, doc?
- Sarah, I'm here to help you.
Why don't you tell me what
really happened?
- It was just another day.
Well...
I guess it wasn't exactly the average day
in the life of a 12 year old.
- Well what do we say?
- Let's just tell her it's going to be okay.
- We don't know that!
- I don't know, I've never had
to deal with a situation like this.
- Well neither have I! - - Good!
- What are you doing, honey?
- Making a card for Vic.
- Oh, that's,
that's wonderful!
- Do you think she'll sleep with the angels like Nana?
- What, no.
- Absolutely not, honey.
- Poor Vic.
I found one, and it's really nice.
But it's 37 dollars.
Okay.
- Oh honey, what's wrong?
Oh, you dropped your ice cream.
Here you go, here's two dollars.
Go and get yourself another one.
- It was three dollars.
- Christ!
Here you go, here's five.
Give me back my two.
- I only made 12 dollars today.
- Fuck!
- I'm sorry!
- It's okay honey.
Laser fuck!
- That'll be two dollars, daddy.
- Shit!
Shit!
Shit shit shit shit shit!
Oh shit.
- Yeah I heard that when I was 24.
Christ, shit, bitch,
fuck, ass,
fuck, cunt, fuck, cunt!
- Nine. - - Fuck!
- 10!
I still need five more dollars.
- The police still can't tell me anything.
What do you think?
- Well, I think it'll be fine, just fine.
- You can't give up hope Jenny.
- How's Sarah coping?
- Well, her best friend is missing, so...
- Clive! - - Well, she is.
I'm sorry Jenny!
- Come here, Jenny.
Look what you've done.
- It wasn't me!
- Shh shh.
- I got it!
Did you hear that?
Vic?
You must be so tired.
Now you can finally sleep.
- Why'd you do it?
I mean, if you were trying to help your friend,
then why...
Why try and kill yourself?
Guilt?
Fear of spending the rest of your life in an
institution like this?
- You're the doctor.
You tell me.
- Everyone else around here might be
buying your smug little act but I'm not.
- Get bent, you twat!
- Now we're really getting somewhere.
- No, we're not.
- Gentlemen, please.
I'm going to send you back to the holding tank.
You keep living your sorry little existence,
but me,
I'm still gonna have a good day.
- Ah.
- Get her outta here.
- Where's my bloody shovel?
I wanna shove it up his arse!
Get the fuck off me!
Doctor's gonna be sorry when I find my shovel.
- It's time to see the doctor, Jessa.
- Jessa hasn't spoken a word since
she was committed to this institution
over seven years ago,
when she was found guilty of killing her mother
and her sister.
She claims an evil spirit possessed her.
After repeatedly telling the story to multiple doctors,
she simply stopped speaking.
- I don't know why you picked her, sir.
The girl's a mute or something.
- Yeah but she kind of
talks with her hands.
- Which is why I need her out of those restraints.
Come on.
- Well if she does one knock, that means yes,
or she likes it.
And two knocks means no, or she hates it.
That's pretty much all we've been able
to get from her so far.
- Thank you Kyle, that's very informative.
Jessa.
Do you know who I am?
Good, good, good.
I'm here to help you.
Now, I'd like to try a little
hypnotherapy.
See if I can't
relax you, get that inner voice of yours to come out.
Have you ever been hypnotized before?
Do you mind if I try?
Jessa, I need an answer.
Look, I know you're frightened,
that you've got things that haunt you.
But I'm not frightened, I can help you with that.
But you have to let me.
Please?
Thank you for trusting me.
All right.
I would like you to
just concentrate on this crystal.
Come on now, breathe.
Take a deep breath.
Go inside.
That's it, go inside.
Free up that voice that's talking to you.
Let it come out.
Tell me what happened.
- Takes a real sick person
to do something like that to a dog.
Sorry girls.
Norman's in doggy heaven now.
- Was it you?
- She made me do it.
- The bad lady?
Jessa, there's no such thing...
- she's getting worse.
Wait.
Don't you believe me?
- Jessa...
- I'll be home by 11 at the latest.
And eat before it gets cold.
Jessa sweetie, you listen to your sister, okay?
And go to bed on time.
Come lock up behind me.
If she seems sad, there's ice cream in the fridge.
My girl.
Always has it together.
Oh!
Thanks.
- She won't leave me alone.
What are you gonna do to Sally?
Ow!
- Sally is you.
And this is the bad lady.
- Doesn't look like her.
- See.
I think the bad lady,
she tied herself to you.
And all we have to do is untie her.
Like a shoelace.
- But what if she doesn't wanna let go?
- We'll make her.
- That's what she looks like.
- Bowl of reflection,
stones of protection,
may the reason of our harm
feel the power of this charm.
Powers of the witches rise,
course unseen across the skies,
hear me beckon,
hear my plea.
Spirits bared, I summon thee.
Pass me that candle.
- Kara?
- Close your eyes.
Demon who dwells in slivers of night,
uncloak your shadows to my sight.
Guardians of the ancient towers,
Grant me now thy sacred powers.
Let this child be set free.
Such is my will, I banish thee.
Let this child be set free!
With all my might, I banish thee!
- Keep going!
- I banish thee!
I banish thee!
No!
Don't touch my sister!
- She's gone!
- Hey.
Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Just glad you're home.
- Tough night for both of us, huh?
You should get to bed.
- I wanna stay in here a while.
- Well don't wake her.
- Kara.
Kara.
- I tried to stop her!
- Mom!
- Mommy made the same sounds as Norman.
I wonder what sounds you'll make?
- Don't!
Don't do that, leave her alone!
- But she could hurt herself.
- She's not gonna hurt herself.
I want her to come out of this on her own.
- What did I tell you?
- Woah, that's a first.
What do you know?
- That was absolutely amazing, young lady.
It was an incredible first session.
Now, I do not want her sedated.
I want her to be left to herself.
I want her to be able to come to terms with this,
come to terms with being a psychotic killer.
- No!
No, no!
No!
- It's okay.
It's all right, it's over.
It's over, it's okay.
It's okay.
- Time to go.
Damon, you're up.
- Damon believes in vampires, he always has,
always will, no matter what the doctors tell him.
He was arrested after hiring someone to kill
several people who he thought were vampires.
- Sir?
- Damon, what a pleasure.
Have a seat.
- I'd rather not.
- But I insist.
- I wouldn't mess with this one, doc.
- You gentlemen can go.
I'll call you if I need you.
- Shall I begin, Dr. Marcus?
- You don't waste time, do you?
- They told me about you.
They said you were really interested in hearing our stories.
- It's true.
- Actually, I tell my story to anyone who'll listen.
Problem is, none of the other doctors believe me.
- Well I'm not like other doctors.
You see, as a child,
I used to love vampire stories.
Your case, it intrigued me.
So I'm gonna ask you,
do vampires really exist?
- Humor me if you like.
I know the truth.
I had been following certain people
til I was sure.
I hired someone to kill them.
Do you know that vampires walk in the day?
And they don't turn into bats.
And they only feast on blood
when they're hungry.
- That's fascinating.
- Mm-hmm.
You learn all kinds of things when
you track them all over the world like I have.
People like you put me away.
Idiots.
They have no idea
of the evil
that walks in this world.
Found a pack of 'em living in England.
- Yeah, but somebody believed you, didn't they?
Why don't you tell me about
this man you hired to kill the...
Vampires?
- Ah, it took some time.
But once I showed him,
he believed.
- Di Collins reenters the room.
Interview resumes.
The suspect has refused to offer his name
or address for the third time.
I'm gonna call you John.
That all right?
John?
We found you wandering through the station.
We were worried because
you were someone we wanted to talk to.
Know why that is?
Janet gray.
Did she break your heart?
Because you broke hers.
You cut it right out of her, John.
How did that make you feel?
She was just a girl.
But Reggie, Reggie was scum.
Dealer, pimp.
Chelsea fan.
That's three strikes right there.
You took it a bit too far though.
- That's a foul, you fucking Muppet!
Some people would give you a pat on the back for that.
But this...
Acid?
In the bath?
That isn't normal behavior, John.
That is just not fucking odd.
- I hunted her.
Four missing girls, all her friends.
No coincidence.
He killed seven.
Prostitutes, addicts, homeless.
And they'd been at it for decades.
Dig up their garden.
Count the bones of the children you find.
I know this won't stop you for long.
Sorting the truth from the fiction took a while.
But removing the heart.
Decapitation.
Holy water.
Those methods work.
They couldn't exist on their own.
They needed protection to survive.
Someone to keep watch.
- You're confused, John.
You're scared and confused.
- A confused man wouldn't have watched you for three months.
He wouldn't have snuck into this room an hour ago.
A confused man wouldn't have a stake in his hands.
- When he was caught and arrested for the murder of...
Ordinary people.
He led them to me.
- Did that surprise you?
- We weren't finished.
- Killing vampires?
- Precisely.
- Ah.
- There's another one out there.
The main one.
And I won't stop
until I hunt it down
and kill it.
- Gentlemen, would you join us, please?
You know Damon, I have to tell you,
of all my patients, you've been the most fascinating.
It's been an absolute pleasure meeting you.
- The pleasure was all mine.
Doctor.
- I loved my mom.
She was a good mom.
Until she started seeing it.
- I could see,
and feel,
and hear,
everything!
- Where the fuck is my bloody shovel?
- Hey!
- There's another one out there.
The main one.
And I won't stop
until I hunt it down
and kill it.
- The hell?
- Found my shovel, doctor.
- What are you people doing?
You know who I am.
- We sure do, doctor.
We sure do.
- Damon there are
no such thing
as vampires.
There just isn't.
And I'm not a vampire.
He's having a hallucination,
he's drawing you people into it.
- Hmm, nice try,
but I'm not buying it.
- I'm not a vampire.
- Hold him down.
This won't take long.
- Ah!
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.
No, I'm not.
No, no!
No!
No, no!
- It's okay.
Just breathe.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
- You know who I am?
Do you know who I am?
- Yes, we know who you are.
Thank you gentlemen.
Keys.
You're not a renowned author.
You're not a doctor.
You're Daniel Marcus,
patient 050980.
You've been a patient at this facility for over 30 years.
You were admitted after being found guilty
of murdering your mother, aunt,
uncle and cousin,
while on a skiing trip.
Your attorney managed to have you placed here
in our care after an insanity plea.
- Paul...
- We've discussed this before, Daniel,
it's doctor Victor.
Only my friends call me Paul.
And we're not friends.
Another bad dream.
Well, hopefully,
we can get you to see the truth about what you did
and the delusions and nightmares will eventually stop.
Pains me to leave you here in a single cell.
But with all your recent outbursts,
you've left me little choice.
The other patients, and even some of the staff,
are frightened of you.
I'd like to move you back into the main ward, but,
I'm gonna need you to help me help you.
I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth.
Take me back to where it began.
- I was young.
I didn't wanna hurt anybody.
I didn't hurt my family.
I wouldn't hurt my mother.
I wouldn't hurt her.
No.
- Shh.
I wouldn't hurt my mother.
- Well I was hoping we would make
some progress, Daniel, but...
You just wanna tell outrageous stories.
- They're all true.
They're all true.
- You really expect me to believe
your tall tales about serial killers,
demons, vampires, ghosts, zombies?
The truth is, you murdered multiple people in cold blood,
starting with your own family.
Instead of taking responsibility for it,
you'd rather make up fairy tales.
Well you might have everybody else fooled,
but you're nothing but a liar,
who faked his mental state of health
to avoid the death penalty.
You can stay down here for the rest
of your miserable life for all I care.
You know what?
I am still gonna have a good day.
- How's that for a good day, huh?
My patients need me.
I only let my friends call me Daniel.
You can help me help you.
I'm still gonna have a good day.
Time to make my rounds.
- Welcome back...
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