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Shit!
Ah, geez.
Oh, this just keeps getting worse.
Fuck.
Ah, fuck!
Oh.
Do you always bring your mail when you are hunting?
Hey.
That's worth a small fortune.
It's not something I'd leave in the car.
I'm a man of business.
All right.
Let's keep going.
Don't!
You distracted me!
Fuck.
It's slow season for does.
Who gives a fuck what season it is?
We have to track her.
What? Without dogs?
We just have to follow the blood trail.
Yeah, and by the time we get there,
it'll be pumped full of adrenaline,
only good for dog food.
In any case,
I'm in fucking pain, all right?
You're not the only one who's in pain.
Oh.
Okay.
Do what you gotta do.
You know how to use this?
Ah.
Ooh.
Ah!
What the hell were you thinking?
Fuck you, Leo.
You're in deep shit.
The hunt is over.
Let's go.
One of the other guides found him.
He collapsed on his way back.
Heart attack.
Oh shit.
What's the first rule?
- I-- - Ah, ah, ah, ah.
What's the first rule?
The client's safety, but--
Get the fuck out of here!
- But he shot-- - And don't even bother
coming back.
You still owe me.
Forget it.
Max, I need that money.
I have rights, you know?
Don't give me that crap.
This was your last day as a hunting guide.
Fuck.
This is Dr. Spangler's Office calling...
your surgery.
The waiting order's scheduled for Monday.
However, we cannot find any record
of health insurance in your file.
Please call us back as soon as you get this message.
Thank you.
But it doesn't change the fact
that we have to fundamentally reevaluate our attitude
towards the old legends and sagas from our culture sphere.
We have believed for far too long that we can...
...from past centuries--
But we...
...is not quite that simple.
Sources of many of today's--
Make the necessary arrangements now.
The next patient on the waiting list --
I understand, but I have the money now.
You need to confirm you--
I know that I will have to cover the costs,
but that's the reason I'm callin. I--
I see here that there's still--
Hello?
Oh shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Jesus!
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
Can you get up?
It's okay, you're safe.
- You're safe here. - No, no, no, no, no.
The competition's still on.
We-- We need to leave.
Hurry!
Here.
Get in.
Hurry, he's coming.
What the hell is this?
Drive! Drive!
Quiet!
Fuck!
You okay?
There's nobody in the village matching your description.
It could have been someone from out of town.
We don't get that many strangers around here.
I'm here.
Yeah, and why is that?
I'm lost.
Exactly.
Oof.
You're not going anywhere in this tonight.
And, uh...
the forest workers won't be here until Monday
to get that thing out of the way.
I can't wait until Monday.
Well, you could take the old train.
That'd be about your only other option.
Unless you wanna disappear into thin air
like your mysterious friend.
I'm not crazy.
Anyway, that woman, she still has my jacket.
Oh yeah?
What about the one you're wearing?
This is a different jacket.
What about these?
Should you even be popping pills
and driving at the same time?
Seems to me you mix those with a little alcohol
and you could have yourself some pretty fine delusions.
I don't drink.
Good for you.
You should at least have a look.
There must be signs of a struggle or something.
All right, if you insist.
Can't you go after her?
Nope.
No can do.
Why is that?
It's private property.
Belongs to the Countess.
Well, whatever.
That woman needs helps.
Don't tell me how to do my job.
Broken axle.
That's gonna cost,
and it will take a while.
Oh, for--
I need to be on the road already.
Oh, that's not gonna happen.
Why don't you...
stay for while and
make yourself at home in our lovely town?
That's not gonna work.
She's in a hurry.
Ugh.
I could use the parts if I cannibalize this baby.
I'd pay you, of course.
Enough for a train ticket.
There's nothing like a good hunt
to make a man feel truly alive.
Mr. King?
How are you?
We were very worried.
Oh, alive and kicking.
My doctors recommend avoiding...
too much excitement.
It was very unsportsmanlike of you to steal from me.
Don't you think?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, I think you do.
To cut a long story short,
I expect you to return my property to me.
I have many qualities, Ms. Lorenz.
Patience,
patience is not one of them.
Mr. King,
listen, I think that--
I--
Well, it's--
There's been an accident and--
I don't give a shit!
I will find you,
wherever you are,
and I will find my envelope.
You think...
you already know pain?
I'm going to get changed.
I'll meet you in the car.
We need to leave.
Drive! Drive!
Oh my God.
What-- What have they done to you?
I'll get you out of here.
You're gonna be okay.
Don't worry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
I can't.
Everybody loses in the end.
You are going to die.
Be quite, be quite.
Hey! Hey!
Hello!
Help!
Hello!
Don't you see me?
Hey!
Stop.
Stop!
For fuck sake,
stop!
What the--?
Wait, the traps!
Thanks.
Are you all right?
Just drop me off at the shore, okay?
The road closed until at least Monday, so--
Jesus Christ, what the hell are you still doing here?
I found her. She was here.
She was still alive.
The woman from last night.
Goodness, whatever happened to you?
There was this woman. She had a sword.
And there was another dead woman
in the lake.
Okay, so there was an injured woman,
a sword-wielding woman,
- and now another dead woman? - Two dead women.
- I'll show you, it's-- - But first, I think
you'd better come inside. You're completely soaked.
And then someone should take a look at your hand, Miss, hmm?
Lorenz.
Ms. Lorenz kept us pretty busy last night.
Ms. von Boda runs the Countess's estate.
I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation
for all the frightening occurrences you've described.
I'm sure it's all quite harmless.
"Harmless"?
Does this look "harmless" to you?
Listen,
you have to search this place.
This Countess has a bunch of maniacs
running around and killing people.
The Countess is dead.
What?
She passed away last night during a hunt.
There you have your dead woman.
Only it wasn't the first time
she ignored Dr. Jostein's warning.
Dr. Jostein is...
was her personal physician.
She could have a quick look at Ms. Lorenz's hand.
Hmm?
Ah, here she is, Dr. Jostein.
This lady has injured her hand.
Would you be so kind as to have a look?
I'll go fetch her some dry clothes.
I think that's her.
That's the woman from the lake.
Right.
The woman with the sword?
May I?
So,
what's going to happen with the property?
Oh,
a distant relative should arrive within a few days.
Young lady from Hungary.
She will take over the estate.
Keeping it in the family, eh?
It'll go on as it always has.
The more things change,
the more they stay the same.
There's a certain comfort in that.
Isn't there?
I guess.
Are you sure you don't want to rest here for a bit?
Hmm.
Very well.
You need to check out that cabin.
There is a dead woman,
and don't pretend you don't know.
And did you find what you were looking for?
How did this get here?
Well,
one might say it's in our blood.
The Countess's ancestors
have been proud hunters for generations.
What about you, Ms. Lorenz? Do you hunt?
I don't like it.
Don't you think it's beneficial for the environment,
controlling the population?
There's no benefit in hunting,
at least not for the ones being hunted.
Playing to judge, are we?
I thought you were too busy doing my job for me.
Don't you see she's lying?
I could swear they killed that woman.
Oh, come now, Ms. Lorenz.
Those are very serious allegations, Ms. Lorenz.
Here.
That's part of my phone.
There's blood on it.
There's your proof.
The only thing that proves is that
you've been repeatedly trespassing
on the Countess's property.
Would you like to press charges?
Oh, that won't be necessary.
She's obviously still in shock after suffering her injury.
Perhaps Ms. Lorenz would consider changing her mind
about staying with us until she's fully recovered?
and that would also give us more time
to figure out what really happened.
Let us help you, dear.
No!
I'm out of here.
I would be happy to arrange that for you.
Fuck.
Ow.
Forgot to mention that you also injured your leg.
I didn't.
Just a little reminder that the glory days are over.
That doesn't stop you from running around
on private property, I see.
Sometimes I forget about the pain.
Maybe it's all those pills you've been taking.
Maybe they do more than just make you forget the pain.
Maybe they make you see things that aren't there.
That's not the way to the village.
Shortcut.
Stop!
Are you insane?
That's him.
That's the witness from the lake.
You have to tell the police what happened at the lake.
- George. - Josh.
Tell her.
What're you talking about, exactly?
What?
You--
I pulled her out of the lake after she did this.
He was there.
He saw the whole thing.
What'd you see, Josh?
I was on the lake when this woman boarded my boat,
started the outboard motor,
and got it entangled in the traps.
That's not the point.
It'll take forever to fix. Yeah, it is.
No, it's not the point.
Ms. Lorenz seems to think she was being pursued.
Okay.
So are you trying to say that you didn't see anything?
Well, actually, quite enough for one day.
Thank you very much.
I'm sorry.
All right.
Well, we better get going before we miss the next train.
I'll be fine.
I sincerely doubt that.
Come on, hop in.
Come on.
It is okay, don't bother.
I'll give her a ride.
I have to head into town anyway.
Suit yourself.
You forgot your laundry.
The less you talk to her, the better.
Tea?
Okay.
What's in there?
The smokehouse.
Looks like someone took care of your hand.
At the estate.
Dr. Jostein.
She looked very much like the woman
that chased me halfway across the lake,
the one you never saw.
Sorry I couldn't be of more help earlier,
but I honestly seem to have missed the whole show.
Well,
some men in the village claim that there might be
strange things going on at that estate.
What kind of things?
That there is a lot of hunting.
Not only for game.
Hunting for what?
I'm not really part of the village community.
I inherited this place and a fishing license
from my uncle two years ago when he passed away.
Yep.
Still looks pretty much the same here.
But then I'm not planning on staying forever.
So what's keeping you?
Tradition?
But you don't like it?
Might as well like it if you have to live here.
What about those who die here?
What do you mean?
That cop's turning a blind eye
because she thinks I'm crazy.
Somebody has to do something.
There's nothing you can do.
Besides,
I promised George to bring you back to the train station.
She had a tattoo on her back.
Who?
That girl...
they kept in that room at the estate.
If there was still time.
Do you have access to the internet?
Not here.
The Hunting Association owns this place,
but because I live next door,
I'm also the caretaker.
There are hardly any members left
and they don't really come around that much.
Why don't you see if you can get this to work?
Okay.
Well,
that outboard motor still needs fixing.
Hey.
I'm really sorry about that.
University Clinic, how may I help?
This is Marcia Lorenz.
I was wondering if it's possible
to move my surgery appointment.
Let me check, please hold.
I'll hold.
Your appointment is about to be canceled.
- No. - Ms. Lorenz.
Please don't cancel the appointment, I'll make it.
We still need you to confirm that you--
Yes, I'm transferring the deposit
via online banking as we speak.
I understand that you want us
to move the appoint to later this week.
Exactly.
Hello?
"Missing athlete."
Hello?
Josh!
Did you get lost in the dark?
The targets!
They were moving.
Well, you must have tripped a switch.
The lights weren't working just a minute ago.
This whole place needs fixing.
Look, here.
This has something to do with the Countess.
She's right.
This shooting range once belonged
to an association called the Penta Foundation.
They held numerous competitions here, but not anymore.
I was looking for you.
This is the tattoo I've been talking about,
on that woman's back.
All right, come on, let's go.
Where to?
To my office to answer a few questions.
And don't worry, you'll catch your train on time.
Those two women that arrived last night,
I think they're in great danger.
Take a seat.
Look, George--
That's "Chief Balough" to you.
If you just call that dead woman's family, I'm sure--
For the last time,
without a corpse, there is no murder.
You are covering for them.
You better watch what you're saying,
or we're gonna have to add defamation
to your long list of charges,
and theft, it would appear.
My, my, my, that list just keeps getting longer and longer.
An art dealer specializing in
Eastern European medieval artifacts
reported his jacket stolen,
a jacket containing something rather valuable.
His name was Matheus King.
That name ring any bells for you?
'Cause according to my information,
you were present at the scene; a hunting party,
during the time of the incident.
Yes, I was one of the guides.
Mm-hmm.
And I seem to remember you going on and on
after your car crash about a missing jacket,
even though you were already obviously wearing one.
Well,
without a jacket, there's no theft, is there?
Let me tell you my version of this story.
Your missing friend, or accomplice ,
took off with the loot
after an argument about her size of the share.
She took a short-cut across the Countess's estate.
All this talk about missing women
is just a ruse to get you onto
the Badesky's private property.
You don't give a shit about these women!
You're just out for your own personal gain.
Is that true about the jacket?
I found it. I didn't really steal it.
Where is it now?
Gone.
And I'm leaving too. Bye.
Are you really gonna let George scare you off?
You know she had a number of criminal records
on her desk and a file on you too.
And some old book.
Why did you take it?
I don't think it's a good idea
to pull it out in front of the police station.
I don't think it was a good idea
to steal it in the first place.
I find it rather odd that she keeps
a historic artifact in her office.
"By Hans Badesky."
Yeah, he was an ancestor of our Countess, here.
Also known as the Black Knight.
He was known for his great courage in battle
but also for his extreme cruelty to Ottoman prisoners.
You're quite smart for a fisherman.
Well, the villagers are extremely proud
of their little piece of history.
"Meat makes meat provide strength and courage.
"Hunting, hounding, and whipping
"makes the meat juicy and tender."
oo Yeah, the Badeskys have always
been obsessed with hunting.
"Warrior strength multiplied in the victor."
You know Latin too.
It looks like George wrote this down.
The Badesky's family history.
"The first Badesky took over the estate in the 17th century.
"Ilona Badesky,
"a young woman from Hungary.
"Then...
"she died after 50 years, left everything to Agnes Badesky.
"After her, came a Charlotte Badesky, and so on until today."
I'm done with this crazy shit here.
But George is doing her homework, let's hope after all.
You don't actually believe that, do you?
I should be catching the train.
I've still got this appointment to get my leg fixed,
and I have to figure out how to pay for it.
Let me at least drive you.
I'm fine.
And thanks for doing my laundry.
Hey, wait!
Anna!
Where are you headed?
Competition, of course.
Are you coming too?
Five disciplines.
The five skills of modern pentathlon.
The sport is based on the duties
of a military courier in historic times.
When called upon to deliver a message
across the battlefield, a courier was required
to ride his horse over rugged terrain.
Should he lose his horse, he was forced to run, swim,
shoot his way through the enemy's lines,
or fight any remaining opponents with a sword.
It's the ultimate skill and strength test for an athlete.
I'm not following.
The Penta Foundation.
They're all about modern pentathlon.
So what?
For each discipline, there's one competition site,
five in total.
Okay, but--
I found an access point,
an underground tunnel system at the stables.
When I was down there,
it seemed to be spreading into several directions.
So what if all the competition sites
are connected via an underground tunnel system?
What I'm saying is once we're down there,
we should be able to get to any of the competition sites.
I see what you mean.
The stable is for horseback riding.
The lake for swimming.
The shooting range for shooting, obviously.
That leaves the maze, maybe for running.
But here, the village,
fencing?
I mean, there's no gym or anything like that.
Yeah, maybe there used to be one in the days.
But see here,
the hunting cabin.
It's also part of the system.
There was a tunnel. I was there.
And that's where you last saw that jacket, right?
Here.
What is this?
It's an earth mound, a historic rampart.
The remains can be found all over the place.
Some villagers claim that it was a protective wall
during the Thirty Years' War in the Middle Ages.
So, where do we start?
What's up?
Something's different.
The lights.
Looks like it's showtime.
Hurry, let's go.
Wait!
What are you doing?
Josh?
Anna!
Wait!
Rena?
Are you here for the tournament?
Sure.
You don't look like you're in any shape to fight.
It's been a while...
since my last bout.
Did you win?
Sometimes winning and losing are the same.
Time to go.
Listen.
You need to get the hell out of here.
They are formed up.
I'll take my chances.
You don't stand a chance.
Everybody loses, everybody dies.
You, too, will die.
Are you threatening me?
I'm saving you.
Wait!
Well?
You have a gift.
The gift of being one of the best warriors
to ever grace the Penta Foundation.
True warrior blood is coursing through your veins.
The time has come to prove you're worthy...
to challenge your own destiny.
This is not your fight!
You? What the--?
Did you just see that?
I can hear it.
The sword!
Come on!
Here we are.
This makes a lot of sense.
Another the tip of the pentagram,
the one that points at the village.
This is a dead end.
You have to turn back.
Back where?
Here.
We need something heavy.
Watch out!
Give me your hand.
Back to the stairs!
Can you make it?
Do I have a choice?
Not if you wanna live.
Oh no.
The door!
Give me just a minute.
I need to get you out of here.
You still got that map?
I need more light.
It's the maze, that's where we started.
Then we went through here, to the fencing hall,
that's where the auto repair shop is.
And then I'm guessing we probably must
have walked through here,
into the center, right beneath the manor.
Okay, but if we can find a tunnel
that leads to the shooting range,
maybe we can find a way out from the inside.
Hey.
Just like the book that George had.
See?
She must have been quite chummy with the Countess
if she had a book from a secret library.
Look.
The Badesky's family chronicles.
Official documents.
Yeah, and boxes full of old junk, come on.
"The verdict against the Countess Elizabeth Badesky
"and her four closest servants."
From the Kingdom of Hungary in the 17th Century.
Sure knew a thing or two about warfare.
They were convicted for the murder of 80 young women.
It says here,
"Shortly after the execution,
"the bodies of the Countess and her four disciples
"disappeared without a trace."
Yeah, I think we've probably seen enough.
Come on.
We need to get a move on.
Let's go. You can lean on me.
Holy shit.
The pentagram.
The coast is clear.
Josh!
This is the priest's report
on the banishment of Countess Elizabeth Badesky,
the first Badesky here in this village.
Listen to this.
"To kill women,"
just like her Hungarian relative, right here.
"Secretly, the villager's, lead priest,
"spent weeks building a consecrated mound
"all around the entire estate."
Ah, that would be our historic rampart.
And I always thought it was for military purposes only.
Watch your step.
I don't think this is the right time to be reading a book.
Listen.
"By the time the Countess saw to the scheme,
"it was already too late.
"Here, in the case of the Thirty Years' War,
"the Church played a clever trick on her.
"She thought she was signing
"a treaty with the House of Habsburg,
"but in fact she was signing
"a disguised warning spell
"that made it impossible for her and her people
"to cross the sanctified barrier around the estate."
Clever.
They tricked her into signing her own curse.
Five documents condemned the Countess
and her four disciples to these grounds for all eternity.
That's a long time, if you're immortal.
"Immortal"?
You think they're immortal?
The same people all these centuries?
It was you who mentioned the fountain of youth.
The manager of the estate, Mrs. von Boda, Dr. Jostein,
Dorothea the mechanic,
and the Countess, who's supposedly dead.
That's only four, so who's the fifth?
I believe you already have an answer to that.
This fountain of youth might certainly be worth a detour.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Just a minute ago you were close to collapsing.
I don't think you're in any shape
to go in another wild goose chase.
But I'm much better now.
Well, in that case,
there's no need for a fountain of youth after all.
We've been here before.
Damn.
Let me see.
Oh shit.
Shit.
Josh.
It's locked.
The door is locked.
Don't worry, I'll get the key.
Marcia, wait!
No.
Don't move, she's coming.
Oh, hello, dear.
It's a pleasure having you for dinner tonight.
What is it about life, Ms. Lorenz,
that makes one hold onto it so desperately?
The art of hunting,
our Countess has perfected it, you know.
We all admire her...
for her radical vision
that brought us our victory over death.
Countess.
Pardon?
Countess is dead.
Oh, you shouldn't believe everything you are told.
Of course,
the Countess was getting a bit frail,
and after that little accident last night...
it was time for a little rejuvenation.
Eternal life...
does not mean eternal youth.
The flesh gives eternal life.
The blood...
provides eternal youth and an unscathed body.
Blood...
and flesh...
only together...
they shape the secret of our immortality.
Soon our young, ancient countess
will be able to come into her own inheritance,
as always.
Who's the fifth woman?
What?
Who's...
the last of the Countess's disciples?
Oh,
you've uncovered quite a bit for such a short time...
but you're not quite as smart as you think you are.
Don't condemn us.
History seems to always condemn the ones
brave enough to set out a new path.
So many visionaries have been burned at the stake.
You can't...
call hunting people "visionary".
The stress of the hunt,
the fear and the pain,
that's what gives the meat its bitter taste
and grants us eternal life.
Warriors on the battlegrounds of history knew this.
To kill the opponent and feast on their flesh
would give them their strength.
Unfortunately,
it has become quite difficult to find
true warriors these days.
The Penta Foundation helps us to find
what you would call modern-day warriors.
Athletes,
Ms. Lorenz,
eager to prove themselves in the next contest,
just like you.
What are you really up to?
I don't know what they are.
You have no idea what it means
to be imprisoned for centuries!
The searing pain...
making your insides boil
whenever you draw too close
to that cursed consecrated circle.
Just because you ache for a breath of freedom.
Oh, and then you...
show up out of nowhere...
carrying the very documents we've been trying
to get our hands on all these years...
but not anymore.
Just imagine...
what the world will look like...
once word gets out about our secret of immortality.
Soon the earth will be...
a glorious battlefield...
where everyone is a hunter.
Everyone is the prey.
Impure!
Patience!
We must wait until we are all present.
She'd better hurry.
I'm not waiting a second longer.
Don't burn it before reading.
I'll need to read it backwards while it burns.
Only this will reverse the curse.
Yes.
Don't be foolish.
My ladies!
The Countess!
We asked not to be disturbed, Johann!
The bath has been destroyed!
The mistress!
Wha--
What happened to you?
I've changed.
You're bleeding.
Not anymore.
I'll get the knife.
I see you're dressed for the occasion.
George?
- What? - Put your goddamn
hands in the air.
- What are you doing? - Drop your weapon
and put your goddamn hands up!
You don't actually think I'd--
Drop your weapon and keep your hands in the air!
I have nothing to do with this. Come on!
No!
Stop!
Josh!
Are you hurt?
Stay back!
She just shot the old servant.
I told you, girl, no matter where you went,
I'd find you.
Now let go of my property.
- Give that back! - Hey, hey!
Easy! Easy!
Both of you,
give it to me.
Give it to me, now!
Marcia,
remember me?
It was an accident.
I don't give a shit.
Drop it!
Kitten,
that's enough.
Go wait for daddy in the car.
I suggest handing over the documents in question
to the authorities.
What are you talking about, man, I am--
And since that seems to have been taken care of already,
it's really now just a question of finding
the rightful owner, correct?
Well,
my name is Matheus King.
You've probably heard of me.
I suppose you're the one who reported
the historical documents stolen.
Correct and right, officer.
They belong to me.
Very well.
In that case,
you're under arrest for conspiring to steal
the property of the Christian Museum of Budapest
and receiving stolen goods.
Stay where you are!
Mr. King,
I am warning you!
Hey!
Kitten!
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
No idea!
Or how serious the consequences are for this.
And you are going to end up in the woods
with a bullet in your head.
This is the end for all of you.
The documents.
Hey!
Wait!
It's gonna be a long way back.
Where's the closest competition site?
Probably the boathouse.
- Through the tunnels then. - Yeah.
It's our best bet to get out of here.
There must be a door leading downstairs.
Over here.
Oh, shit.
Can you hold your breath?
Is this the shooting range?
Now I'll be damned.
Thanks for the ride.
It's not like they were after you.
Says who?
How'd you get here so fast?
Well let's get out of here.
Not without the proper insurance.
Guns.
I need guns.
Let's go.
Hey!
Shit.
Great plan.
Give me that.
Lock down the building!
They will never let us leave this place.
Not with the documents.
So you two married now or what?
Look, George, we could fight our way back to the car
if you could just give us a gun.
I don't trust anyone.
And why should we?
Because you don't have a choice.
Because you're holding a gun and we're not?
Exactly.
I say you're one of them.
Excuse me?
You are the fifth member in the Countess's covenant.
If I were, you think I'd be sitting here
protecting you?
You weren't even able to protect yourself out there.
You fell into disgrace with the Countess
and that's why you have to live outside the estate,
playing the cop.
You want the documents for yourself
so you can get the hell out of this stinking old town
and leave your fellow disciples behind.
Don't come any closer.
Yeah, you want to shoot me
like you shot the poor old servant?
He wasn't even one of them.
- He was just a man. - Shut up!
She's gone again.
Get a grip!
If we don't start working together,
we don't stand a chance.
We have to stick together to fight our way out of here.
Guys,
please.
How?
If they come out of nowhere and the bullets don't stop them?
We are here because of you!
Because of you, we're gonna die here!
Josh!
Why don't we lure them to
the open range at the back of the building?
That way we can round them up
and hold them back while one of us gets the car.
One of us would have to act as bait.
I'll do it.
Fine with me.
Hey, you sure you don't want me to do this?
Good luck.
Who needs that anymore?
Kept saying this place needed fixing.
Shoot!
I'm out of ammo!
How about you?
Almost out!
Me too!
Time to go!
I'll start the car.
Wait!
Shit.
Holy shit.
Shit! I'm out!
I only got one left.
Well, make it count.
I sure will.
Where's George?
You are the fifth disciple.
We're not that different, you and me.
You're sick.
You eat people,
just like them.
I know I've done terrible things.
But I'm not like them.
I was stuck with them.
I've hated them.
They've put me in the shit hole to do their dirty work.
But then I heard about this art dealer.
Mr. King.
Promised him a small fortune
if he could acquire these documents for...
an anonymous collector.
But then you came along.
Sorry I've ruined everything for you.
If it hadn't been for you,
I could have been long gone by now,
leaving those things imprisoned forever.
But then I wouldn't have met you.
Marcia.
I wanna start over again.
I wanna change.
I have changed.
I wanna be just like you.
Free to go wherever I want.
It might get rid of the curse,
but of the guilt you carry.
Free, at last.
Josh.
You've betrayed us!
Save yourself.
What?
Hey!
What a fucked up world, eh?
This time, no one's coming to your rescue.
An eye
for an--
Fuck.
Now you die.
What have you done?
I'm putting an end to this.
You can't kill us.
We are cursed to live forever.
Let's see about that.
Traitor!
We have become one.
We'll swallow you!
Swallow this!
Josh!
I'm...
I'm free.
♪ Soft breeze of wind
♪ In your face
♪ Lack of sunbeams on your skin ♪
♪ The day is slowly
♪ Turning into night
♪ You can run but you cannot hide ♪
♪ It's time
♪ Just lean back
♪ Close your eyes
♪ The road has come to the end
♪ Don't say your last wish, talk to the hand ♪
♪ Don't ask why, there's just seven ways to die ♪
♪ The look on your face when you hear my name ♪
♪ The bitter taste of your blood ♪
♪ Come out, come out
♪ Out
♪ Wherever you are
♪ You can run but you cannot hide ♪
♪ It's time
♪ Just lean back
♪ Close your eyes
♪ The road has come to the end
♪ Don't say your last wish
♪ Talk to the hand
♪ Don't ask why, there's just seven ways to die ♪
♪ Mmm-Mmm-Mmm
♪ Seven ways to die
♪ Oh
♪ It's time
♪ Just lean back
♪ Close your eyes
♪ The road
♪ Has come to the end
♪ Don't say your last wish, talk to the hand ♪
♪ Don't ask why, there's just seven ways to die ♪