(spooky low whispers)
(Curved groove) (gurgling)
- Hey, friend.
(pounding)
We will enter soon.
(intense music)
- Jesus!
(gurgling)
(meat removal)
(growling)
- [Woman] Come with me.
(scary music)
(click camera shutter)
- Enough.
- What did he do?
- That's just the way, shhh.
(death metal rock music)
- Damn, go honey.
There are lots of men out there.
- Yes, but they're all damn ugly or desperate.
- Well, (mumbles).
- Yes, that's why I dumped him.
No, no, I found my dog prince.
- I don't know Sutton will come.
- Yes, he is fine.
All of my breasts.
(laugh)
(Heavy metal music sinks the lyrics)
- Ooh wow.
You must give your body to him.
Remember to take precautions.
- Don't worry, I'm taking a pill.
(suspenseful music)
(broken glass)
(panting)
(growling) (intense music)
(shout)
(panting)
(Laughing sarcastically) (scary music)
(suspenseful music)
(gurgling)
(dramatic music)
Thank you.
- We have to take care of you, right?
- What did you say?
- Now you are one of us.
Good day for you.
(suspenseful music)
- Mommy said you went to have my younger brother.
Can I come and see it?
- Natalie, what are you doing?
I told you not to tell anyone.
What have I told you about? talking to strangers?
Do I have to--
(panting)
(optimistic bass and drum music)
(shout)
- Trust him.
- Ah!
(bell rings)
- Okay, alright, I'm coming.
Damn hell.
Are you okay?
Do you want a cup of tea?
- No.
Fuck.
I need cigarettes.
- Mel, you look terrible.
What is happening?
- That bastard hit me, Nick.
I've been sleeping all day.
Very weird damn, is really terrible.
- What happened?
- I don't know, I don't remember.
Ew, I feel very chaotic.
What's in the pill?
I have seen like really horrible faces all day long.
Really wrinkled, damn demon face.
- Calm down, do you mean face?
- And where did he go?
He just tricked me and used me, he went to go,
and I run past it walk everywhere.
All these people are looking for, damn everyone
looking at me--
- Hey, hey, hey it's okay now.
Take it easy, it's over.
Done.
- I should listen to you.
He did something to me.
- You're fine, okay?
Too much liquor, too much medication and you just took it an idiot, it happened.
- I'm very stupid.
- Stop blaming yourself.
You didn't make any mistakes.
- I should listen to you.
- We should listen to each other.
- I will drink for that.
Look, I'm really not going home tonight.
- That's cool, you can crash here if you want.
We can sleep.
- Where did you go?
Did you take the pit?
- No, this is a sleeping pill.
You will sleep like a baby.
And wake up well.
(whisper creepy)
(growling)
- Uh.
(dramatic music)
Nikki?
Nikki!
- [Nikki] Damn Mel, what's wrong?
- Nikki wakes up.
Wake up.
- What?
- Touch me.
Touch me.
Here.
Press.
Can you feel that?
- What should I feel?
- You can feel it here.
Press.
Decrease.
Harder, press harder.
What is that?
- Is that a lump?
- I don't know.
God.
- This is a lump.
- Oh Nikki, no.
I don't want to know.
Call an ambulance or something.
He put something inside me, felt it!
- It's okay, just relax.
It's just a bruise.
- Oh.
(shout)
(Scissors extinguish) (shout)
(babbling babies)
(shout) (gurgling)
- [Man] Right.
So you talk to everyone across the street?
- [Woman] I did.
(mumbles)
- What about other facts?
(mumbles)
(chatting)
Making love (mumbling) at all.
Not much (mumbling).
Extraordinary bloody technique the proof I need.
It's damn disgrace, we don't get a place.
- A word, my office.
- You don't need to say it, sir.
Four murders in one week and no solid clues,
it shows bad urine, I know.
But the new computer system is a little masturbation.
With all due respect, for every piece of nonsense we type
we get more bullets back.
- That's not what I want to talk about, Pete.
I have an alarming call from Joan, the photographer.
Something about you touching the corpse.
- Yes sir.
Only something I have to do.
- OK.
Any particular reason?
- To make sure they really die.
- How long has this happened, Pete?
- About seven years.
Since the girl.
Abigail Watson.
- Abigail Watson, isn't she's one of Kemper's?
- The fourth victim.
He is only 10 years old.
The bastard was raped and tortured he repeatedly for two days.
- I remember, Pete.
You are the first person to find it.
- He broke his pelvis.
With his fists.
Severe trauma causes an advanced state of catalepsy.
The function of his body stops.
There are no signs of life.
- I know what happened.
That's all a big mistake.
- I'm with him the longest.
If I touch it, I will know.
He wakes up in the fridge.
- Yes, but nobody knows--
- He woke up in the fridge in the morgue.
They think he's awake for at least 10 hours
before he died of cold.
Nobody heard his scream.
When they finally pull it out,
they found he had been destroyed every bone in his hand.
From pounding to metal walls.
No one has to suffer like that.
Except maybe bastards like Kemper.
(Thunder rumbles)
(dramatic music)
(meat removal)
(suspenseful music)
(whisper creepy)
- [Man] They must be destroyed on the spot.
(scary music)
- [Emma] What if he is inside?
- If he enters, then we say we are lost.
I will get directions, you enter and use the toilet.
Unless you don't use the toilet.
- I am looking for money.
- Right.
The money is where you say it, right?
- Yes, my sister told me.
He gave him a tip when he did it the food is on wheels.
Looks like nobody entered.
- Let's do it.
- [Emma] What are you doing?
- About the only thing that was useful the thing my father taught me.
Are you watching the road?
Ooh, Christ, relax.
(mumbles)
- Shh, whisper!
- [Sophie] Where is the damn light?
- [Emma] Oh I can't find it.
- [Sophie] Must be here.
- [Emma] Shh, (mumbles) the person behind them.
- [Sophie] (mumbles) face on top of the stairs only
waiting to jump out at us.
(mumbles)
- Come on.
I can't see damn things.
(mumbles)
Maybe the old one (mumbles) hasn't been paid yet is a lucky bill.
Come on.
Oh!
- [Emma] Sophie, what is that?
- Death trap is what it is.
Go then.
Boo!
- [Emma] What are you doing?
- Your face.
- You won't have a damn face it if you do it again.
- Shhh, neighbors might hear.
- Making love to you (mumbling).
- Jesus, what smells damn.
Can be anywhere.
- We can be here all night.
- Get busy.
Not here.
- Jesus, his clothes smell bad.
- The whole room is fucking smelly.
God, Emma.
See what I found.
- What is that?
(growling)
(laugh)
God, there are teeth.
- Kiss kiss, baby.
- [Emma] You are sick.
(tap)
- Damn.
(scary music)
Let's just find the money and leave
get out of here, okay?
You check under the bed.
- Sophie, see what I found.
Money.
(shout)
- Give my fucking tin back!
Give my can (shout).
Give my tin back!
(pounding) (shout)
- [Emma] Oh no.
- Where did he come from?
Jesus made love with Christ.
Why doesn't he wake up?
- God, Sophie.
Seeing.
Hearing aids, he is deaf.
He died.
- I don't know.
Just touch him or something.
- Nothing.
- Oh shit, it's a mess.
- What the fuck, (mumbles)
Lots of sex.
- I have to attack you.
- She's a deaf old man, Sophie.
No need to kill him.
- Shut up, give me the money.
- Oh.
- There must be some big ones here.
- This is a lot of money.
- No, this is a lot of money.
(shout)
- Where is my fucking can?
(shouting) (shout)
(knife put out) - Are you okay?
- No, I don't.
(pounding)
(gloomy music)
(water sloshing)
- What about our clothes?
- Well, we have to get some of his.
We have to throw trash everything we wear.
There is no evidence.
- What will happen, Soph?
- Nothing we don't want.
- If anyone knows.
- No one will find out.
- What if people start asking questions.
- Who will ask anything about anything?
- Police, I don't know, someone.
- You haven't told anyone who owns you?
- No.
- Are you sure?
- My sister knows.
- You say to your sister?
- He guessed quite a lot, Anyway, when I started asking
all those questions.
He'll be fine Sophie, I'll tell him,
I will explain he attacked us.
That's not our fault.
- So you told him I was in it?
- No, of course not.
I promise not to tell him, Soph.
Soph, that's all right, right, Soph?
- There are some nice clothes there.
- Listen, Soph, you are mine sister and (mumbling)
if that's what you're worried about.
- Shut up and just dress.
- I need a belt.
This is massive--
(pounding)
(shout)
(bell chiming)
(scary music)
(shout)
- What's your problem, Misses?
- Cheerful.
- Geez, Sophie.
Where is my part?
(broken glass)
Where is my part?
(shout)
(mumbles)
(shout) (broken glass)
- For the sake of the bastard, someone gave me good news.
OK?
- We got a positive ID on all four bodies.
- Great.
Corbin.
Now where have I heard that before?
Judge Corbin.
- Who is that?
- The Judge in the Kemper trial.
- Do you think they are related?
- Stone, oh fuck me.
Chief prosecutor at Kemper Court is called Batu.
Philip Stone.
(suspenseful music)
(growling) (Laughing sarcastically)
(telephone ringing)
(mumbles)
(scary music)
(telephone ringing)
(Thunder rumbles)
What is happening?
- I think you should come and see this.
(growling)
- [Kemper] Nick Holland.
(growling)
(cat screaming) (growling)
(mumbles)
(knife put out)
- Sit down, Pete.
We got a lab report.
You won't like it.
Fingerprints above the medal are Kemper.
- You're making love laugh, right sir?
- I hope so, Pete.
But the lab is 100% certain.
It belongs to Kemper.
- Bullock.
- I have spoken with Dr. Ross at the hospital.
- Dr. Ross, he's a stupid woman, sir.
Don't listen to him.
- All right, Pete.
I will not listen.
I will listen to you.
Now tell me about Kemper.
They say he can control people's minds.
- Bullock.
They said that to be saved he was in their hospital.
Crazy serial killer that is good for funding.
But Kemper isn't angry.
Kemper is a professional hypnotist.
The act of the stage traveling.
A smart ***.
- Remember, don't look at his eyes.
- [Pete] He chose his young victim from
among the listeners.
They are hypnotized on stage,
in front of unsuspecting parents.
Children have made their funny turn,
then return to their seat, not realizing the hidden
Kemper 's phrases are planted subliminally on their minds.
All he has to do is call the child,
say the trigger word, and the child will come to him.
Kemper has power for kidnapping and terror to take place
more than 25 years.
For each rape and murder he was finally billed,
there must be more.
He uses the children in the ritual of pain.
(mumbles)
Trying to imitate his father, famous demon 30s
Anthony Crawling, but on the contrary his father's bread
di (mumbles) brings it fame, luck, and success.
Kemper's activity doesn't give him anything.
It is not the power he desires.
Only the body piles are increasing.
Kemper turned to cannibalism.
To get rid of evidence.
- Search for every inch of this smelly cell.
- But his desire for murder overtook his appetite
for human flesh.
And a neighbor reported _ foul odor from leftovers that were not eaten.
Let me talk to Kemper, sir.
I'll give you a damn answer.
(dramatic music)
ΓÖ½ La la la la la
- Where did you get it?
(mumbles)
Yes?
Is this a good item?
- [Natalie] Here it is, honey.
(optimistic music)
Is that good?
- Give me more.
(car horn honking)
Damn sissy.
- (mumbles) get a dime?
Hey!
Damn trash!
- [Natalie] Nick!
- [Nick] Jesus fucking!
- [Natalie] Jesus!
- Damn Christ!
- You have to look around, Nick.
- Not a scratch.
(optimistic music)
(sensual music)
I can't.
- It doesn't matter to me.
- That's for me.
(suspenseful music)
- I'm not saying it's impossible, Nick.
Not feasible.
- What do you want, Doc?
One hundred thousand dollars?
Two?
- Yes, I need a lot of money, but,
you told me, where did I get my feet?
Maybe you know the shop where they sell it,
I'm afraid not.
- But if you have legs, it will be possible, right?
- Well, if you have legs.
That's possible.
- Thomas.
That's Nick, yes, Nick.
I know, a year.
Two years, how did my time pass.
No, no, yes it's okay.
Listen, are you still alone?
Yep, there's no reason.
Yes.
Only something you want can help me.
Yes.
(mumbles)
Okay, I'll stop by tomorrow.
Okay, alright, see you tomorrow.
- Which is your favorite?
- What I lost in the accident.
(heavy metal music)
(elevator buzzing)
(optimistic music sinks the lyrics)
(knock)
(optimistic music sinks the lyrics)
- Thomas?
How is Trix?
- What do you want, Nick?
- That's not the way to say hello no friends, right now right?
- I don't get along with old crowds anymore.
- That's good, because I already got a small job I got don't want parents to know about it.
Know what I mean?
This is a good little breadwinner.
- Enter.
- [Nick] (mumbles) Thomas.
- Yes
So what is this job?
- Very impatient.
Am I not getting a cup of tea?
- No, what is this job?
What is it, robbery?
- Of type.
- Yes, so where should I come?
- You have something I want.
- Yes, what?
- You stand on it.
Not a fucking carpet, Thomas.
Your leg.
- What do you mean, my legs?
- Right as I said.
- Now Nick, don't joke, friend.
- I want your feet.
- [Thomas] Nick, no--
(blasting gun shot)
(suspenseful music)
- Okay then.
(meat removal)
- Good night, Nick.
Do you have an appointment?
- No.
Better than that.
(groaning)
- What happened?
Who is he?
- It's okay (mumbling).
(shout)
Surprising!
- God, Nick.
What have you done?
Is this real?
Ah!
- Nat, calm down now.
Not what you think.
Do you remember the doctor I told you about?
- Oh, God, Nick, please.
- That's what we always want.
I'm a whole human again.
- Whose leg is that?
- This is mine.
(optimistic music)
(intense music)
(shout)
(suspenseful music)
Natalie!
Nat!
Natalie, no.
No no.
Oh no, no!
(shouting)
Nat!
- Shh.
Good.
(optimistic music)
ΓÖ½ Will kiss you like a sledgehammer
ΓÖ½ Love you like a roller coaster
ΓÖ½ Warm you like a fire thrower
ΓÖ½ I'll take you far, I'll train you
ΓÖ½ Like egg souffle
ΓÖ½ Touching you like shaving
ΓÖ½ So welcome to my strange day
ΓÖ½ When I will take you away
ΓÖ½ I will give you the love of my heart ΓÖ½ I will give you the love of my heart ΓÖ½ I will give you the love of my heart ΓÖ½ Tempting you like (mumbling)
ΓÖ½ Stroke You like sidewinder
ΓÖ½ Hug you--
(groaning)
- Good, oh baby.
Oh!
- Not now, Nat.
I want to be perfect.
- Well in that case.
You better start running, kid.
- Hey, come back.
Bring it back.
Natalie.
ΓÖ½ Solve love, destroy love
- Come on baby, take it.
- Your carriage is waiting, my love.
- Thank you, sir.
(live piano music)
(optimistic music)
Where do we go?
- How is the suite honeymoon in the Ritz's voice?
- Perfect.
- Get a coke.
In the back, in the bag.
In the back, damn it.
- What was that?
- Nothing, nothing.
Ow
Ow!
Ah!
(squeaky tires) (shouting)
Damn, Nat.
(shout)
- (mumbles) accepts 6055.
(mumbles)
Personal injury, Chester Road.
Young women.
Ambulance needed.
(radio sound muttering)
- Excuse me sir, are you--
(meat removal)
(shouting)
- It won't die.
- God!
(gurgling)
- Receive 6055.
(mumbles) to accept, 6055.
Chester Road.
- [Man] That's exactly our goal.
- Extra help is needed.
(radio sound muttering)
Moving with sir, nothing can be seen.
(shouting)
(gurgling)
- There, lift the toilet.
(police sirens howling)
- What do I have done to accept this?
- Inspector Neilson?
- Neilson is here.
- [Richard] Hey, listen, I just heard from Branson.
They found a list in Kemper's cell.
This confirms, you are right.
- Yes, I know we only pulled Nick Holland's body get out of the Porsche.
- Yusuf's son, foreman from the jury at the campus trial.
He is on the list.
- Who else is on the list?
- [Richard] There's only one more name, Pete.
Yours.
- Me?
my Lord.
My child.
Richard, me,
I have to warn him.
- [Richard] We have found his house, Pete.
The line is dead, when did Last time you talked to him?
- What do you mean dead line?
- [Richard] I will issue the APB.
When was the last time you talked to him?
- Two and a half weeks ago.
He is working.
(soft music)
(chatting)
- [Penny] Guess who?
- Um, Michelle Pfeiffer?
- wishful thinking.
So, are we still tonight?
- Of course.
- Uh-oh, problem.
- Richard.
Busy as usual?
- Richard just gave me some suggestions, Mr. Pringle.
- Oh, I'm sure he, Penny.
This is your third and final warning.
We have monitored your work.
- I compiled a report.
- We know you have accessed more precisely
disturbing material.
- [Richard] Yes, everything is in the report.
- [Father. Pringle] However You have not told
our operators are from danger.
- Yes, yes, Mr. Pringle I appreciates your attention.
- Appreciate this Richard.
Seven days, one week.
Your report, my desk, on it.
Last warning, understand?
- Fucking wet ***.
- God.
- Sorry, Penny, you should not see it.
- Do you spend all day watching those things?
- This is just work, you are used to it.
I don't let that affect me.
- Good to hear that.
That's terrible.
So, where did you take me tonight?
Richard?
- Sorry, Pen, I'm miles away.
- So where are we going?
- Well I think maybe Indians
and return to (mumbling) for coffee.
- Coffee in my house, sounds divine.
Ciao.
(suspenseful music)
- Yes, I do.
Fuck.
(shout)
- So, tell me about that horrible site that you have seen.
- I don't know about all that.
- I have an amazing morbid imagination.
- Are you now?
You stay calm.
You are a dark little girl.
- So?
- What?
- Will you tell me?
Or should I read the report?
- Hm, alright,
I can tell you or I can do better than that.
I can show you.
Hm.
(laugh)
- Do you see his face?
That's classic.
This place is amazing.
- Yes, it's okay.
So what do you want to do now?
- I can think of a number of things.
(mumbles)
Champagne.
- Champagne?
Good.
- And, you go up and then I'll go up
and meet you there.
Go about it.
- Champagne.
- I need champagne.
- Well, maybe pa-magne.
- Up here?
- Yes
Pay attention to your steps.
- I will never go upstairs.
It's dark here.
- It's okay, it's just there, continue.
On the left.
Yes.
there.
Good.
- Well the last thing he said it was him
go to the restaurant with him.
But that was three days ago.
(doorbell rings)
Cent dollars!
Penny, love you okay?
Penny, this is Mary from work.
We are all very worried about you.
(panting) God, Penny, what happened?
- What did he say about me?
- Nothing, nobody said anything about you.
Listen, Penny, let me in.
- Tell them I will never return.
(whisper creepy)
(dramatic music)
- Please don't do this to me.
Oh shit.
(suspenseful music)
(police sirens howling)
- Richard?
Words.
Mary from the cam (sounds) to see me this morning.
- Uh huh.
- He saw Penny Marshall last night.
He said the girl was in a terrible condition.
Refusing to return to work.
- And?
What should I do with me?
- I don't know, you tell me.
Richard.
- Yes, I can hear you, Pringle, what is that?
- This extra screen, not is really conducive to us
open company policy work environment.
- This company policy is a burden on donkeys.
- [Father. Pringle] Richard.
I strongly recommend that you move this partition.
Or I will be forced take extreme action.
- Fuck your extreme actions.
Fuck your company, and fuck you.
That's it.
There he is fucking.
Yes.
Majestic.
What is this!
- You were very fired.
Get your things and get out and go.
You will be paid until the end of the month.
Reasons for your dismissal will be available
at written request.
- Written request?
Get rid of it!
- Don't be ridiculous, Richard.
(pounding)
- Damn it!
Damn change it.
(broken glass)
(whisper creepy)
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
- I didn't make any mistakes!
For the sake of the bastard, please let me out.
(laugh)
Please!
Let me get out.
Oh, thank God.
Listen, you have to get it I'm out of here please.
Ah!
- Damn, fuck.
- Ah!
Ah!
(pounding)
(laugh)
What, ap, what is this?
Damn, fuck it!
You make love!
Damn you!
You denied me!
(sobbing)
You reject me!
Damn, fuck, make love.
- Court officer.
(growling)
(scary music)
(groaning)
- Someone somewhere knows where you are.
- Sorry?
- Talk to me.
(optimistic music)
- [Man] Come on, man.
Your time is up.
I was supposed to exit from here 10 minutes ago.
- Black coffee, five sugars.
(soft music)
- Hey!
(suspenseful music)
(growling)
(whisper creepy)
(barking dog)
(growling)
(whisper creepy)
(dramatic music)
(tap)
- What do you want?
- I want to know about the sick room.
- Oh do you mean the internet thing?
- You know about that.
- I can't say.
But I know a man.
Large area on my roof, outside.
Lots of cables, there are fucking boxes, you know,
I mean, everything in the back room is behind.
But they say it's a main location, they do it.
- Who are they?
- Can't say I know.
Some (mumbling).
If I offer you good money.
But there is (mumbling).
Because they say this is the best place to enter for all equipment.
- This equipment, where is that?
I want to see it.
- Do you work for the government?
- What do you think?
- Today in government, nothing will surprise me.
- Why don't you show me, little man?
- Follow me.
Go straight through this door here.
Right to the far end, goes straight through the door
there.
There is a door behind, and there is a light switch.
Get right there, and you will find it.
- Where, straight?
- Yes, right there.
You will be fine, be careful.
Immediately through there.
You will find the light button there.
Watch your head.
I'm enjoying a cup of tea, do you want?
- Where did you say the light?
Damn it!
No no No!
Damn let me out!
Damn it!
Let me out!
No, you made a damn mistake.
(shouting)
Ah!
Damn, no, damn it!
Ah!
(shout)
- Yes I understand.
Yes.
I will tell him.
They identified the body found at Bromley yesterday.
Your son is dead.
(laugh)
- What is she doing here?
- A little cell isn't neat right now.
There is no other place to place it.
(metal scream)
(suspenseful music)
(bell rings)
- Hello?
Hello?
(fractured bones)
- What are you doing, Pete?
- What should I do for years then when I had a chance.
I will kill him.
- I can't let you do that, Pete.
- I know.
I will not ask.
(pounding)
Sleep well, now.
(optimistic music)
(mumbles)
- [Man] (mumbles) This pushes me to the edge.
And I don't know whether it's Lucifer himself or something.
But he chose a lot (muttered).
This damages their brain.
(optimistic music)
- [Dr. Ross] I don't think you understand, Inspector.
Kemper is not in a safe zone.
And until the patient returns to his room,
I can't authorize anything an interview at all.
- [Pete] I don't think You understand, Dr. Ross.
Your patient is involved in the murder question.
- I am aware of that, Inspector, but the rules are rules.
You have to wait until Kemper returns to his room.
- You only buy time, don't you?
Roper talks to you, right?
- I don't know what you are talking about.
- I don't like being littered.
- I don't mess up...
- Shooting you doesn't mean anything to me.
Understanding?
- I think so, yes, yes.
- Keep your hand by your side.
Walk slowly, and take me to him.
Now!
(dramatic music)
- Brian, this is Inspector Neilson.
He is here to interview Kemper.
Open the door.
- If you believe, Dr. Ross.
- I'm sure.
- Neilson?
It's very nice of you to make it, Inspector.
- That's Detective Inspector.
Your arrest made me promoted.
- Good, good for you.
- Get a backup key!
Get security, now go!
- Sit down.
- I understand what you know your child (laugh) -
(blasting gun shot)
- I said, sit down.
- Gun, I underestimate you, Inspector.
But that won't be enough to save you.
- You talk nonsense, Kemper.
Did they not teach you something?
- I teach them, Inspector.
Like I will teach you.
You and all other skeptics!
- Teach me how to scream like a baby!
(blasting gun shot)
- Ah!
You never believe in my strength.
And my father's strength.
You never believe in evil.
- Only a crime I can destroy.
(blasting gun shot)
- That's where you're wrong, Inspector.
You can't kill evil.
- Look at me.
(blasting gun shot)
Let me go, motherfucker, he's not dead!
- You shot him.
- Let me finish him!
- Bring the madman out of here.
Don't just stand there, Brian.
(intense music) (knife put out)
(groaning)
- My father will do it proud of you, my son.
His strength lives in you.
- Shh.
Take a break now, father, for us the trip has just begun.
(blasting gun shot)
- No!
(sobbing)
- Not so strong now, right, eh?
Not so bad now, eh?
What are you saying?
- Oh no!
- Come on, big man.
I hypnotize why not?
Put a spell on me.
Show your strength, come on!
I challenge you!
- Crime will destroy you, Inspector, when you at least
expect it, and then you will believe it--
(blasting gun shot)
- Jesus!
Don't shoot!
This is over.
Put the gun down.
He died.
Everyone dies.
- Not until I'm sure.
- It's over.
(shouting)
- Crime has just begun!
(gurgling)
(blasting gun shots)
(shouting)
(optimistic music)
- [Man] (mumbling) in this life.
I know it pushed me to the edge.
And I don't know whether it's Lucifer himself or what, but he collected (muttered).
And he damaged their brains.
(musically optimistic)