- Oh, my God! You hit her! - Hell!
I don't know if she's conscious.
She's losing a lot of blood. These cuts aren't from the fall.
Stay with you till the ambulance gets here, all right?
Call 911.
Just try to stay awake.
- They're on their way. - Who did this to you?
So, are you gonna tell them?
Kolobos.
What was that?
Is that your name?
What a shame. She's a pretty girl.
It's a shame. She's such a pretty girl.
Beauty's only skin deep. She ought to be thankful to be alive.
She ought to be thankful just to be alive.
- Family notified? - Any family notified?
No, she's only a Jane Doe.
Today is Jane's lucky day. Jane's lucky day.
Your face!
Look at these lacerations. They're clean, precise.
Clean, precise.
She mustn't have been able to put up much of a fight!
Leave me room to work my magic.
Let's see what we can do about making you pretty again.
- Making you pretty again. - Kolobos. Today, you exist.
Today, you exist!
- Good morning, ladies. - Hey, Doc.
Well, I see you're exposing our new guest to more quality programming!
Ah, nothing but the best.
We'll be just a minute.
Hi.
I'm Dr. Waldman. I'm an in-patient counselor.
Do you know where you are?
You were badly hurt, and the paramedics brought you here to County General.
You were in surgery for quite some time, but you're gonna be fine now.
This is Detective Byers from the police department.
We were hoping that, given some time, you'd be able to give us some information,
so we can help you.
Your name would be a good start.
You don't have to rush.
We can take it slowly. Right, Detective Byers?
Fine.
Here's my card.
When you guys are ready to pick up the pace, give me a call.
Charming, isn't he?
You get some rest now. We'll talk again soon.
Shrinks and cops! Honey, you got problems with a capital P!
Meanwhile, you could pass for first runner-up in a King Tut lookalike contest.
What happened to you?
Ah! I know how it is.
Trouble's bad enough without having to re-hash it for every ignoramus that walks by.
Gotta have your little escapes. That's why I read these.
Trust me, nothing makes you feel better
than reading about some poor schmuck who's worse off than you.
I'll show you. Listen.
Oh. "Single white female seeking one good man.
"Must be financially stable, romantic, secure and honest.
"Will only consider applicants interested in long-term commitment." Yeah!
I see an empty mailbox in her future. Oh. How about this one?
"Calling all ladies!
"Extremely handsome male, 49, seeks woman with Mensa mind.
"I'm looking for a meaningful relationship.
"Please send photo with reply." Yeah, great, buddy!
Ooh, now, this is interesting. "Wanted, freeloaders...
"Artist seeks five progressive-minded individuals
"for ground-breaking experimental film.
"Participants will share free lodging in a fully furnished home
"in the snowy Mount Olympus resort.
"If you're willing to laugh, cry, love,
"hate, befriend, betray and confess it all on VHS,
"I want you."
"The camera-shy need not apply! Interested?"
Fuck, yeah! I'm interested!
Oh, shit! Can I say that on TV?
Hold up a minute, buddy. I'm trying to do an interview here.
Anyway, dude, listen. I would be great for your movie.
I'm not some kind of actress or anything like that,
but I got that progressive-minded shit down! Check it out.
Last month, we lose a butt-load of business cos some guy croaks after eating here.
I don't know, contaminated pork or something.
Anyway, I tell the manager we should give away free stuff
to every 100th customer who comes in here.
Two weeks later, this dump is crawling with lard asses...
All right, already!
Stop the cameras a second.
Customer 79 over here just won himself
a free lemonade.
So, this house - what exactly is the set-up?
Are there cameras everywhere?
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm totally comfortable with nudity.
It's just that in my transition to serious film work,
I think it's important that directors look beyond my physical attributes
and discover the real Erica.
That I am a woman of substance and gravity.
I mean... you can see that,
can't you?
Office parties, oh, man!
You know, you got to love 'em, especially around Christmas.
It only takes one line to get the secretary in the sack.
"Baby, I'm not Rudolph!
"And no, that's not my nose."
What a jerk!
Nice show.
I think that's my line. Enchanté.
Are you making a movie or something?
No, no, no. Just a little video for a prospective employer.
Not that I won't be getting glowing reviews from you guys.
Oh, I don't work here.
I'm paid entertainment, just like you.
Really? Let me guess.
Dancer?
Singer?
Female impersonator.
Nice to meet you.
It's not that I don't enjoy the world of academia, I...
I just think there's only so much a person can glean from organized education.
The real learning comes from being out there, doing things,
you know, er... living your life!
The ironic part of this whole thing
is that I actually owe this realization to one of my classes -
"a History of Western Cinema".
God! You know, it was such a revelation.
I mean, yes, I appreciate car chases and explosions as much as the next guy...
But now I see what artists like you see.
The poetry and the beauty of everyday existence.
Ah...
Jesus.
Uh!
That's what it's all about when you get down to it -
man's struggle to overcome whatever life throws his way,
whether that's battling a six-foot alien
or, um... his own personal demons.
Hi, I'm Kyra.
Kyra Mitchell.
Talk about yourself - your hobbies, your interests.
Right, OK, um... l enjoy reading and music.
I like music, too.
And I'm an artist, not a real one, I just like to draw for myself.
Wait. I didn't mean to show that.
- Stop the camera, Dorothy. - It's all right, Kyra.
No, they're gonna think I'm some kind of a freak. Stop the camera.
- Kyra... - I said shut it off.
Have you spoken with her? Could she tell you what happened?
No, not yet. She's still non-responsive, much to the chagrin of the police.
Ah, well...
There's a dangerous person out there. You can understand their concern.
Well, there's a lot of dangerous people out there,
but it's my opinion that none of them have anything to do with her.
- I think she's a cutter. - What? No.
Yes. I found several older nicks and scars all over her body,
all apparently self-inflicted.
Hm. Not to mention this.
I think what we're dealing with is a troubled young woman's plea for attention.
No, I disagree.
You didn't see the lacerations on her face when she came in.
The kind of pain involved in that sort of self-mutilation would be excruciating.
Some people get off on that.
Well, whether or not she enjoyed it, the pain would still be there,
making it impossible to have made incisions as flawless and deliberate as the ones I saw.
- Maybe she used drugs to numb the pain? - No. We did a tox screen. She was clean.
That's the OR. I got to run.
- Let me know if there's anything new. - Of course.
You know what? There was something.
The other day I came into her room
and she was repeating a word over and over in her sleep.
- Kolobos. - Kolobos? What does it mean?
I have no idea.
Six years of med school, all I really needed was a good dictionary. Who knew?
- Looks like your ride is late. - Yeah. Maybe it's a sign.
Having second thoughts?
- It's OK if you're not ready. - I am ready!
I'm... a little nervous, maybe, but I'm gonna be OK.
- What have you done to your drawings? - Nothing.
- Kyra! - Look!
I know what you're going to say, Dorothy, but no, I am not suppressing my id,
my inner child or whatever the Freudian word of the day happens to be.
I just want to take my work in a new direction, that's all.
That's all right, if that's all there is to it.
What's up, coconut? You must be Kyra. We're gonna be roomies!
A singing telegram! Can you fucking believe it?
I'm half a stick of gum away from giving this customer mouth-to-mouth,
when suddenly, he jumps up and starts singing
that I'm gonna be swinging it up in Mount Olympus. Ha!
That is so crazy. I can't believe I'm doing this.
That's what I'm saying!
I don't have an artistic bone in my body. And you?
I nearly shit a brick
when I rode up to your address and it turned out to be the wacky shack!
Wow! Wacky shack? I never heard that one before.
Hey, I wasn't trying to diss you or nothing.
- I was just trying to... - I know. It's OK. Forget it.
- OK. - There's our exit.
♪ It's all right, do what you want, do what you want
♪ It's all right, you can stay all night
J There's nowhere else to go... &
Well, well, well!
The snow bunnies have arrived!
Tom Galloway, gangster of love.
You, er, having a little trouble with your sack, Tom?
Nothing a good yank or two won't cure, if you know what I mean.
Dude, does that crap ever work?
Mostly on playgrounds and in nursing homes.
So, you ladies need some help with your bags?
Thanks, we've got it.
You've got it. I'm gonna check out the crib. Don't scratch the paint.
Easy!
Hey, I like a woman who's assertive,
but don't you think we should get to know each other first?
Guys! Can you believe this place? It's the fucking bomb!
Look at this. State-of-the-art stereo system!
Big-screen TV!
Aquarium. Hi, fishies.
The bedrooms. The bedrooms!
I must be dreaming! Somebody pinch me!
Not you!
This is weird!
You shouldn't look directly at the camera. We're supposed to act natural.
- At least, that's what the director said. - Really?
Now, was this before or after he died and made you God?
You must be Tom.
Which makes you... Oh, help me out here.
Tina Alvarez.
- Kyra Mitchell. - Yeah! How did you know that?
A good actress always does her research before she reports to the set.
- You're an actress? - Erica Tyler.
- You've probably seen my work. - Sorry.
But my mom doesn't let me watch those kinds of movies.
Come on. I'll give you guys the official tour.
It's a pretty nice place, actually.
- Tennis courts, wine cellar, library. - A library?
Well, it's more like a shrine to testosterone, if you ask me.
It's kind of creepy, with all those deer heads.
- So, how was your trip out? - Good.
Little vanski got us here smooth. God, I'm trippin' on this place!
Hey.
I thought there was only five of us.
Excuse me.
Smile! You're on "Candid Camera"!
Oh, my God! The look on your face!
It's priceless!
Very funny, very funny! Jesus!
Sorry, we just wanted to give you guys a welcome to remember.
Hey, Gary Robbins.
Conan the Destroyer.
- Ooh! - I will be avenged.
Are you OK?
- Yeah. Fabulous. - What is this shit?
It's pretty cool, huh?
I found it all up in the attic. Ooh! There is some amazing stuff up there.
Whoah!
- And now, here comes the body electric. - Woo!
Play that funky music, white boy!
Hey. Come on.
- No, I can't. - Yes, you can. Come on.
- Yeah! - Go!
J Turn it up, just turn it up
J Just turn it up
- 4 Turn it up... & - Woo!
Hey, Kyra. Do you want me to unpack some of your stuff?
- What are you doing? - Oh! Just unpacking some of your stuff.
You don't have to do that.
- So, you're on medication? - Yeah. It's just for anxiety.
It's no big deal.
Oh... So you're not like some kind of head case or nothing, right?
Well, I have been known to bay at the moon and sacrifice household pets,
but only on special occasions.
- That was a joke. - Oh!
Tina, if you're not comfortable sharing a room with me,
I'm sure we could get Erica to switch.
No! No, no. We're cool.
Listen, I'm gonna let you finish up here,
and I'm gonna go downstairs to see what everybody else is doing.
OK? Later.
Later.
Who cares if she's on medication?
- Half of America is on Prozac, anyway. - It's not just the pills!
She lives at Harvel House. That's where I had to pick her up.
- Did you see what she did to her wrist? - Whoah, wait. Harvel House?
- Where the freaks and psychos live? - You're kidding? Like an asylum?
No, it's a group home.
It's for people who've had trouble in the past and are ready to make a fresh start.
- Or in layman terms, freaks and psychos! - Come on, guys. Give her a break.
The least we could do is try to be a little understanding and supportive.
Fine, but if she starts pulling a Linda Blair, somebody's getting beat down.
Hey, don't get me wrong,
I'm sure that one day, this little téte-a-téte will make a great Springer episode,
but right now, my number one dilemma is pizza or burgers?
I did see a couple of restaurants on the way up.
You guys want to eat dinner now? It's only 6:30.
Yeah, it's this wacky new concept called nourishment.
All the cool kids are doing it.
Why don't we just get take-out? Then everybody can eat whenever they want.
Or we could quit obsessing about food and come up with a more constructive activity.
Oh, God! Well...
We... We could answer the door.
Don't get up. I got it.
'Ah, Kolobos!
"Today, I exist!"
What's up, chicken butt? What you doing?
- You scared the shit out of me. - Sorry about that.
Mr. Director is downstairs with two huge-ass pizzas.
- He wants us in the dining room pronto. - I'll be down in a minute.
Hurry or there won't be any left. Everyone's starving!
OK.
Oh, God!
OK.
That was nothing. There's nothing back there.
You're safe.
I don't know what you're doing in there, but hurry up or we're gonna start without you.
Damn it!
I'll be right there!
- Ooh! - There's our missing link.
All right, now that we're all here, I just wanted to drop these off
- and welcome you guys... - Woo! Woo, woo, woo!
He hasn't said anything yet.
- Sorry. - No, don't be.
You like what you hear, you hoot and holler.
That's what this experiment is all about - being yourselves and having a good time.
I wanted to find out if anyone had any questions or requests.
Yeah. Do we get to hang out in the control room?
Uh, you're more than welcome to a little tour of the control room,
once I've worked all the bugs out of the system,
but after that, you guys won't have any interaction with me at all.
I think that would take you out of the experience.
So, you guys get the whole house. I get the trailer in the back.
- Fair enough. - Any other questions?
All right, in that case, I hope this will be interesting and, most of all, fun.
So, enjoy - and I'll be seeing you.
I'll show you to the door.
Nice speech, maestro.
So, what do you think? Any break-out performances so far?
Well, I'm not one to play favorites, but, uh...
I'd say there's one or two of you who show some promise.
'Don't be so stingy with that pineapple.
"You already have four slices on your plate.
'I'm still growing!"
So, after Peter, Wendy and Captain Hook, I got to walk out there.
And I bowed, and my little wings sparkled.
I mean, it was such an incredible feeling and I just knew right then, right there,
that was my calling.
- So, I got into high school... - I hear actors are really self-centered
and only talk about themselves.
Is that true?
Generally, yes.
Been meaning to ask you, Tom. What kind of comedian are you?
The kind who learned to be funny so he wouldn't get his ass kicked at recess?
Or the sad little dreamer, who honestly believes that, one day,
his lame little fart jokes will land him a woman of the non-blow-up variety?
Judging from the way you've been sniffing Tina's rosebuds for the past hour...
I'd have to assume the latter.
Fine, fine. You get this round, but only because I like you.
Oh-ho! I'm touched.
But you're right, I'm hogging the spotlight.
Kyra? I hear you're an artist.
Says who?
Uh...
I don't remember. You are, aren't you?
- I guess. - But you're not sure?
- I just draw for myself. - Can we see some of your stuff?
- Yeah! - That'd be great.
Uh... Maybe some other time. I don't... l haven't really shown it to anyone.
Show it to us, girl.
You know you want to, or you wouldn't have brought your book down.
- I just wanted to finish something. - Come on!
- Show it to us.
- OK. - Yeah!
How long have you been drawing?
Forever.
Oh, wow! Who's that?
- A friend. - Not too shabby.
The... The drawing, I mean. The drawing.
- Wow! - Hey! That's where I picked you up.
I've got one you might like even better.
- Wow! - Oh, wow!
I always wanted one of these!
The guys that do them in amusement parks make your face all trippy and shit.
I mean, this is really killer!
- Could you draw me? - Sure.
I kind of think the left side of my face is dominant.
Wow. I'm gonna get a frame for this one. What do you think?
- Right. - Yeah? All right.
- See if there's one of us. - All right.
Whoah!
- Oh, my God! - That's heavy.
Wow.
- What the hell are these? - Give them back.
What do you care? I just want to see...
God! Chill the fuck out!
Kyra.
- So, what are we watching again? - "The Slaughterhouse Factor".
- You've never heard of it? - Nope.
- Huh. Must be a cult thing. - Have you done any real movies?
So, what are these films about?
Well, I play this woman, Fanny van Druven, who was sexually abused as a child.
So, out of rage, I kill my parents by burning the house down.
But... my body is never found, so I become an urban legend.
15 years later, this group of teenagers come back to town
and they decide to spend the night at the house to party -
despite the fact that there's a curse surrounding the whole place!
And despite the fact that the house burned down.
Anyway, I come back with this creepy ghoul mask on.
Agghh!
- And I kill everybody. - Yeah, yeah.
So, it's a "Friday the 13th" rip-off.
No, it's totally different. There's a female killer.
- Fanny van Dermin? - Van Druven.
Actually, I think it's kind of cool,
cos most of the time, the women in these movies are the screaming victims.
Aren't there screaming women in these films, too?
No, no, no. These are all the same, I'm telling ya.
I remember this one retarded movie where this guy got killed with a tennis racquet.
Can you believe that shit? When they found him, he was...
Hanging by the tennis strings.
You saw that crap, too?
"The Slaughterhouse Factor Part VI: The Final Slaughter”.
Oh, my God!
That was so terrible.
- I'm so embarrassed. - No, no. This is fascinating.
I love the juxtaposition between this scene and the last one.
It brought out the thematic design of your character
and shed some light on her psychological rationalization,
despite the mental hebephrenia just hinted at earlier.
Do you think so?
This movie is so shitty!
And I love the lighting.
It heightens the suspense component and, at the same time,
adds yet another visual layer to Franny's already multi-faceted personage.
What the hell are you talking about? This sucks.
He obviously doesn't appreciate the artistic value of cinema.
Yes, especially when it sucks.
'Oh, God. She's dead. What happened to her?'
'She's got a fork in her neck! She's got a fork in her neck!'
Which one are we on?
"The Slaughterhouse Factor Part Ill: Death Strikes Thrice".
Wow, we're only on number three?
- Does anybody want something to drink? - Yeah, I'll take a soda, if there's any left.
How about a nice big cup of espresso?
These crappy films are putting me to sleep.
How about a nice big cup of "shut the fuck up"?
OK. One soda.
Not to insult you, Erica,
"because I really do enjoy your work, but I got to get to sleep.
'Good!"
'Oh, baby. Come on.
'Oh, yeah!"
'Oh, not Aght'
Oh, no.
Hey, Tina. Hurry up, you're missing the best part.
What's the matter?
- Oh, my God! - We have to get help.
What's going on?
Oh, my God!
Help me, Kyra. Please help me.
- Please. - Oh, my God.
- Please. - What happened?
What's the screaming abo...?
Jesus!
The line's... The phone line's dead.
What the hell's going on?
This can't be happening. Is this some kind of a goddamn sick joke?
- Carl. We have to get Carl. - The hell with Carl.
- We have to get outta here! - Exactly!
No, don't!
Help! Help us!
Come on. Pull it together.
Carl! Please!
'Get us out of here!
- 'He's filming us.' - 'He'll come and get us. I know he will.'
Where the hell is he?
He's filming everything.
She's dead, isn't she?
No. She's alive, but just barely.
Oh, God.
The first thing we need to do I-is... try and contain these wounds.
Then we'll think about getting out of here.
Jesus Christ! We can't just leave her like this!
OK, OK, you're right. Maybe we can get some towels or something
and, I don't know, wrap her stomach or hold her intestines in?
- L-l don't know. - Good, Tom. There's a closet upstairs.
Fine.
You, Tom, stay with Tina.
You, come with me. Yell if you see or hear anything.
Come on.
It's just the camera.
I don't know about this.
- Maybe we should go back. - No, we're almost there. Come on.
You're OK. You're safe. You're safe.
- It's OK... - What the hell are you doing?
Avoiding panic by maintaining rational thought. It's a relaxation technique.
Your roommate got attacked by the kitchen. I don't know how rational that is.
So, does it work?
The TV doesn't exactly help.
I'll get it.
Tom?
Here we go.
Wait, wait. It might be...
All right. Yeah.
OK. On three.
One.
Tom, this isn't funny. Where the hell are you?
Kyra.
Help me.
It's OK, Tina. Help's on the way.
Two.
Tom?
Three!
I can't see anything.
Wait a sec.
Tom?
Who's there?
- What happened? - Tom, where the hell were you?
What are you talking about? I've been standing right here.
Can you guys compare notes on your own time?
Right now, Tina needs our help.
- Oh, my God! - That's impossible.
- You were supposed to stay with her. - We did.
- You didn't. You left. - Left? I went to turn the TV off.
Next thing, Sybil here's screaming her head off, runs out in the hall.
You guys come charging down and suddenly we're in Vegas.
- Somebody's playing games with us. - Gee, what tipped you off?
You guys! Can you believe this place? It's the fucking bomb!
What's up, chicken butt?
It's coming from in there.
Kyra... Help me.
- Kyra, what are you doing? - I'll get her.
Kyra...
"You'd better hurry up or we're going to start without you.!
Shit!
Carl!
'Can you hear me?"
You're safe. Breathe. Breathe.
- Carl! - Of course he can hear you.
That crazy fuck's probably in the house with us right now.
- This whole set-up, it's like a... - A snuff film?
- Yeah, and we're its goddamn stars. - He wouldn't do that. It's not Carl.
She's not real.
She's not real!
Kyra! Kyra! Kyra!
Shh. You're OK.
She came at me. She had some kind of a knife.
Kyra, there's no one here but us.
- You didn't see her? - You were having an attack.
- You imagined it. - No!
She was right here. You can't tell me you didn't see her.
My pills.
- I think I need my pills. - OK. We'll get them.
What? This guy's trying to kill us and you want to stop for pharmaceuticals?
It'll only take a minute!
Yeah, it'll only take a minute to get the fuck out of here.
Tom! Tom, wait!
Stop! I said don't move!
Oh, shit!
Walk towards me, Tom.
Walk towards me.
- Where'd you say those pills were? - Let's go.
- Kyra, come on. - They're not here.
- Hey, hey. We'll find them.
Come on. I'll help you look.
Hey. Thanks, you know.
- Thanks for what you did back there. - Forget about it.
- You would have done the same for me. - Yeah, sure.
In theory.
Help me!
Please, somebody help me.
- Oh, my God. - That sounds like...
'Please don't do it. I'll keep my mouth shut, just let me walk out of here."
Oh, my God.
'No!
'Don't do it! No!
'No, please! Dear God! Agh"
- No! - What the fuck was that?
Get him down!
Alex?
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Alex?
Who did this?
Kolobos.
Alex?
- Alex? - Erica, what's going on?
How could this happen? It was supposed to be simple.
- What was? - It was just a job, a stupid job.
- We did it for the money. - You're both actors?
- I don't believe it. She set us up! - I didn't know anything about this.
You've been stringing us along the whole time.
- This was not the plan. - Then what was?
I don't know. Alex got me the job.
He... He said that there might be some surprises along the way,
but I should just play along.
- Who hired you? - Don't tell me you're buying this crap?
This project had an investor. I never met him.
She's lying. It's one of her platinum performances.
No, I believe her. She's not that good an actress. No of fence.
OK. Fine.
If it's not Carl or Alex or whatever the fuck his name is,
who the fuck is knocking people off?
- It could be anybody. This investor guy. - Yeah, yeah, maybe one of us.
No, look, stop pointing the finger. Let's just figure out a way to get out of here.
How? All the doors and windows are sealed.
Then we'll go up.
The attic.
The attic. Yeah, OK.
But just make sure you watch your back.
- I'll find out who did this. - Come on, Erica. Let's go.
I think it's OK up here.
This place is a goddamn fun house.
Kyra.
Kyra...
What happened?
Nothing. I just don't like this. It's...
It's too dark.
Hey. May... Maybe we can punch through the roof.
Wait a minute. What is that?
There's a metal plate lining the roof.
- Fucking shit! Shit! - We're never gonna break through that.
Did you hear that?
- Hear what? - It was a creaking sound, footsteps.
- Was it one of us? - It came from over there.
Are you sure?
- If someone else is in... - Shh!
Jesus! Take it easy. There's no one up here.
- Are you OK? - Was she ever?
I don't know what's going on, Gary, but I saw someone. I know I did.
- Even downstairs with Tina. - Who? Who did you see?
I don't know. It was a man. He cut his face off.
- It was like something... - No, no, no. Shh. Shh.
It's OK.
Look, we're all scared right now, but we're going to get out of here.
In the meantime, stick with me and you'll be OK.
Gary?
I'm right here.
- Did you hear that? - It's nothing, Kyra.
There it is again.
I don't hear anything.
Oh, my God! It's him! He's up here!
Tom?
Erica?
Where's Gary?
Gary!
There's no way in hell we're gonna get this panel open.
Oh, my God.
Come and look at this.
Jesus!
This looks like Kyra's drawing.
What the hell are they doing up here?
Kyra?
- She's not up here. - Neither is Gary.
No!
Ugh!
No!
Agh!
Are you having bad dreams? Don't be afraid.
Bad dreams are only dreams.
Just tell yourself it isn't real and the demons will go away.
Kyra?
Do you mind closing the curtain?
That girl is freaking me out.
How are you this evening?
Not too good, huh?
Well, I just wanted to let you know that the police are checking everything out.
I assure you, everything's going to be OK.
We'll take good care of you.
Kyra...
Kyra, when did you do this to yourself?
How many times have you tried this?
Kyra? I'd like to talk to you about this, Kyra.
Why would you do something like this to yourself?
Kolobos.
Today... we...
exist.
- What have you got? - Just the bottom.
- You? - Still looking.
Hey, check the door.
Torn.
- Don't fucking move. - What's going on?
You tell us.
Where's Gary?
Oh, God! Gary!
Let me guess. You've no idea what happened, right?
I saw a man drag Gary into the bathroom. They were fighting and then...
I don't know, somebody hit me over the head and I...
I must have blacked out.
- Oh, that's convenient! - It's the truth.
He punched a hole through that door.
A hole?
You must have heard them. Gary was screaming...
All 1 know is we came down to find Gary gone and you here looking like that.
But I...
No.
- You can't think... - Tom.
- Ah, shit! - Erical
- No. I didn't... - Spare us the wide-eyed innocent routine.
You killed him, just like you killed Tina and Alex.
- Please, you have to believe me. - Bullshit!
We know exactly what you've done.
And what you're capable of doing.
Who did these?
They're yours.
Are you too fucked in the head to even recognize your own work?
I don't remember.
They're just drawings. They don't mean anything.
Three people are dead. That means something to me.
The only thing that means anything to her are these.
- Where'd you get those? - In your drawer.
Funny. I thought they were lost.
It's a good excuse to flip out and go on a Killing spree, don't you think?
Give them back.
You want 'em? Come and get 'em.
You crazy bitch!
- No! - (Banai.
- Tom! Erica, let me out! - You just gonna leave her in there?
- You have a better idea? - I don't know.
It's one thing to think something and another to actually do it.
- What if she's telling the truth? - What if she's not?
Look, if she isn't the Killer, then she definitely knows who is.
Either way, she's a menace.
Look, I don't know about you...
but I feel safer already.
So, what now?
We have to check the basement.
The basement? Are you crazy? We have to go through the kitchen.
We don't have much choice.
If the kitchen is that booby-trapped, it's got to be the way out.
Hey, you wanna stay here and ask Kyra for help?
That's it over there.
How can I be sure you're not in on this?
Fuck you, Tom! We've already been through this!
How do I know the whole deal with Kyra isn't just a set-up?
Maybe you could have thrown me in that goddamn trap.
- Fuck that, Miss Fanny van Druven! - If I was the Killer,
how could I have done anything to Gary?
I was with you in the attic the whole time.
Look, Tom,
the only way we're gonna get out of here alive is if we trust each other.
Please.
How do you get to the basement?
- We make a run for it. - No, seriously.
I don't think we have a choice!
Look, are you with me or not?
OK.
Just focus on the door.
Ready?
Go!
- Tom! - Shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Kyra.
Kyra, are you listening?
Now you've done it!
This is what happens to little girls who refuse to play along.
- That was terrible! - But I... 1 didn't do anything wrong! No!
No. You're not there.
I'm alone! I'm alone!
Leave me alone!
I've got a present for you.
Your old friend. Pick it up.
Go ahead. Pick it up.
- Pick it up. - Shut up!
- I'm not afraid of you. - You should be.
No.
You're not real. There's nothing wrong with me!
There's nothing wrong with me.
It's locked. I need you to come help me op...
Tom?
No! No! No!
No! No!
There, there.
Stop! No! Please!
Tom, it's OK. Stop! It's me. Are you OK?
- Where the hell did you just come from? - The bathroom, remember?
- How'd you get out? - I beat the door into submission.
Let me take a look.
You're the one who whacked me over the back of the head.
You were out cold. If I wanted to kill you I could have sliced you into ribbons.
Oh, God.
It doesn't look too bad.
- Where's Erica? - I don't know.
She went into the kitchen. That's the last I remember.
What the hell?
- What? - The door's open. The lasers are off.
It's clear. She must have gone through the door.
Is that the way out?
I don't know.
There's only one way to find out.
I'm not so sure I want to.
We'll check the windows in here, OK?
Yes.
Tom, can you give me a boost up?
Tom! Tom, answer me!
Oh.
Eugh!
Kyra. Hey, Kyra!
'Agh! A good actress always does her research... I kill everybody.'
"That's what this experiment is all about!
'Real learning comes from being out there, doing things.'
'I'm not some kind of actress or anything like that.
'I've got that progressive-minded shit down!'
- 'Can we see some of your stuff?' - 'l hear you're an artist.'
'Kolobos!
"Today, you exist.'
No!
Stop. Stop.
Finally, they exist.
Why?
I freed them from their shells.
Like you did.
They're just drawings!
No. No.
You feel their inner truth.
No, you killed them!
I gave them back their true form.
Just... Just like I did to myself.
Why don't you kill me, too?
You're not like them.
You don't need to die.
Kolobos.
Today, you exist.
'You're not some kind of head case or nothing?"
- "...had some trouble in the past.' - 'Nothing wrong with me.'
'Did you see what she did to her wrists?'
'Freaks and psychos.'
"You don't even recognize your own work
Agh!
Good morning, Kyra.
- Good morning. - How are you feeling?
- Much better. - Good.
I've brought your release papers, so you're all set to go.
- These are yours. - Any word from Detective Byers?
You want to sit down for a minute?
Did they find him?
Detective Byers checked out the address that you gave him,
- and they... - Did they find the others?
The house belongs to an elderly couple who's lived there for over 22 years.
There was no snow, one story, no basement,
no upstairs.
- That's impossible. - They checked the entire area.
They couldn't find anything that matched the information that you gave him.
They must have made a mistake.
- I know what happened. - Then clear something up for me.
When you were brought in, there was a word that you kept repeating - Kolobos.
Does that ring a bell?
Well, at the suggestion of a colleague, I looked it up.
The word actually comes from an Ancient Greek term
which, when distilled into modern lingo, basically means "mutilated" ”.
- Wanna go home. - Kyra.
Whatever happened to you, I'm sure it was really scary.
And a traumatic event like that can trigger old memories.
Are you saying I made this up? That I'm lying?
I'm not accusing you of anything. I just want to make sure that you're safe.
From what? Someone nobody believes exists?
- 1 didn't say I didn't believe you. - You think I did this to myself?
Why? To get attention?
I did it to my wrists, so why not my face?
Kyra, I never said any of that.
I only want to help you.
Now, I have a dear friend that you could go see.
His offices are close by you,
so I took the liberty of making an appointment for you.
- Kyra, all I want you to do is see... - No. Goodbye.
- At least think about it. - No!
'Kyra, help me.
'Help me.'
Damn it!
It's only me.
'No!
'No! No! No!
'No!'
'Kyra!
'Ky-ral'
It's only me.
"Whoah!
"Touch me.
"Touch me, Kyra.
'Please touch me.
'Kyra, touch me.“
'No!'
'Kyra.
'Kyra, touch me.
"Touch me now.
"Touch me.
'Yes.
'Ooh, yes, Kyra.
'Kyra, touch me.
'Oh, yes, Kyra.
'I'm thirsty, Kyra.'
Don't worry. I'm here.
'Ooh, you like it.
'Huh? Don't you?”
- Yes. - 'Yes, do you... Do you want more?'
'Oh.
"There is something I want you to do.'
I know.
'Kolobos.
'It means "mutilated”.
'Some would say it's what Zeus did
'when he severed the first creatures who roamed the Earth in two,
'condemning them to wander in search for their better half.
"But others believe he created divine beauty
'for, in severing the beasts, he created man and woman.
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