Hellbox (2021) Movie Script
(wind whistling)
(snow crunching)
(horse chuffing)
- What is it?
- We're being followed.
- Can't see anyone.
- But we're being followed just the same.
(horse chuffing)
(snow crunching)
(horse neighing)
(horse chuffing)
- He's finished, sir.
- We'll pull the sledge ourselves.
- We're going on then?
- Yes.
- I will go on ahead. Scout a path.
We cannot traverse the same
grounds without a horse.
- Try to be back by nightfall.
(snow crunching)
- We should turn back now.
Surely we've come far enough.
- We can go further.
- What about the horse?
- Kill it.
- But you can't just-
- Do as he says.
(suspenseful music)
(horse chuffing)
(horse neighing)
(blade stabbing)
(fire crackling)
(ominous music)
(snow crunching)
- Anything?
- No. No sign of him.
(wind whistling)
- We will continue at first light.
Follow his trail.
Perhaps we can pick him up along the way.
- Or bury him.
- If we must.
- How much further can we go?
- We will go as far as God can take us.
- Master, a hundred men have died.
We have not one horse left
and precious little food.
How can we survive?
- God will protect us.
(Matthew sighs)
(fire crackling)
- When we return, just
think of the feasting
there will be in Araunah.
- There will be no feasting.
- Matthew.
- We're going to die here in this place.
A thousand leagues from
home, and for what?
That box.
(wind whistling)
- Matthew, our reward
comes in the next world.
Eternal life in the Kingdom of Heaven.
- If I'm to die for that thing,
I at least want to know what it holds!
(ominous music)
- Sit down, Matthew.
It is not for you to know.
- Forgive me, Master. I forget myself.
- Soon it will all be completed.
- Do you really think we'll die out here?
(snow crunching)
- Do you really think the grandmaster
sent us out here just to die?
What do you think it is?
- Something they brought
back from the holy land.
Something that don't
want anyone else to have.
Some say it is a piece of Hell.
(wind whistling)
- Thomas!
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(snow crunching)
Thomas!
- Thomas, what happened?
- Sit. Warm yourselves.
- We don't have time to stop now, Thomas.
We can rest when we reach our destination.
- When will that be, I wonder?
When there is no more food?
When there is no strength to go further?
- Thomas-
- Simon,
by now they surely kept it all
There is no returning from this place.
Don't they at least
deserve to know why it is
they die out here,
so far from home, so forgotten?
- We made our pledge to
our order and to our God.
They have charged us with this mission.
That is enough.
- Even now, Simon,
as you stand here a
thousand leagues from home,
the order is dissolved.
The grandmaster is executed.
Your holy brothers are imprisoned.
- How can you know this?
- Don't they deserve to know the truth?
- Master, what does he mean?
- Don't you want to know what it is
you take with you to your
graves at the end of the Earth?
- I want to know.
- Matthew.
- Why don't you tell them.
- Master, we deserve at least that.
I have a wife and children
I'll never see again.
- James, you will never
again see your sister Jumani.
(suspenseful music)
- (sighs) I can't.
- You can't or you won't?
- I can't.
Because I don't know.
I don't know what it is.
My order was to take
the box as far as could,
to the end of the world, to hide it,
and to never, never open it.
- You brought us all this
way to die for nothing?
- Not for nothing, because God willed it.
- Men willed it!
- Yours is not to question.
- I want to know what's in that box.
- Matthew, no.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Open that box!
- I can't let you open it.
- So help me, God, I'll
take the key off your corpse
and open it myself.
- Matthew,
you don't mean that.
- I do mean it!
Open that box!
- You're going to have
to kill me, Matthew.
(Thomas chuckles)
(suspenseful music continues)
- No!
(crossbow clacks)
No!
(swords clinking)
(both grunting)
(tree splinters)
(sword slices)
(dramatic music)
(snow crunching)
(Matthew breathes heavily)
(helmet clacks)
(Simon screaming)
(sword whacks)
(Thomas chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
- Don't be stupid, James.
- All is lost.
(James screams)
(swords clink)
(sword stabbing)
(bones cracking)
(blood spurting)
(Thomas laughing manically)
(sword clinks)
- What are you?
(suspenseful music)
(sword whacking)
(swords clinking)
(both grunting)
(sword whacking)
(swords clinking)
(both grunting)
(both grunting)
(Thomas groans)
(intense music)
(swords clinking)
(foot whacks)
(sword clinks)
(sword slicing)
(blood spurting)
(shield clattering)
(Thomas laughing)
(sword slicing)
(Thomas laughing)
(Simon gasping)
(suspenseful music)
(Simon screams)
(sword slicing)
(head pattering)
(snow crunching)
(Simon breathes heavily)
(wind whistling)
(snow crunching)
(Simon groans)
My Lord!
Tell me that our sacrifice
has not been in vain!
(ominous music)
(Simon screams)
(Simon breathes heavily)
(wind whistling)
(lock clacks)
(box clicking)
(eerie music)
(birds chirping)
(Lewis snoring)
(Eve gasps)
(intense music)
- Good morning.
Bad dream?
I used to have bad dreams all the time
when I was a kid.
I'd wake up screaming and
run into my parent's room.
They seemed so real.
- Your parents or the dreams?
- Hmm. Both.
You know, I don't think I dream anymore.
- Everybody dreams.
- Not me, but I don't need to.
I have you.
(soft music)
(ominous music)
(door closes)
(glass shatters)
(phone ringing)
(Eve sighs)
- Hello?
(traffic whirring)
(soft rock music)
Why didn't you ever mention
your brother before?
- You mean my half-brother.
- Okay. Why did he ever mention
your half-brother before?
- You never talk about your family.
- That's different.
- I haven't seen him in almost 20 years.
Not since my father's funeral.
Our father's funeral
Actually, that was the
only time I ever saw him.
- You mean your mother
didn't know your dad
had a second family?
- No. We met them at his funeral.
So strong, we had no choice
We're pulled along
by the ancient voice
Of girls and boys so young
La, la, la, la, la
(suspenseful music)
(keys jangling)
(static white noise)
(static white noise)
(static white noise)
(suspenseful music)
(button clicks)
(static white noise)
Did I mention that my
half-brother was crazy?
- You said he was a psychiatrist.
- He was.
(suspenseful music)
(switch clicks)
(record clattering)
(switch clicks)
Doors, windows closed
Pain, pain
"Music to Kill Yourself By."
(intense industrial music)
- Oh, my God.
(suspenseful music)
Rape and murder
Dark side
(static white noise)
- After careful consideration,
I've come to the conclusion
that I have gone insane.
- It's the ultimate joke.
- Lewis?
What are you watching?
- Nothing.
(suspenseful music)
(doorknob clattering)
- It's locked.
- I guess we'll just have to...
(door bangs)
Lewis!
- What?
- What does it say?
- "Never under any circumstances
open this box ever!"
Now we have to open it.
Who could resist a set up like that?
- Don't touch it.
There could be something dangerous inside.
- Like what, a bomb?
(Eve screams)
(intense music)
- What's wrong?
- Nothing. Just a shock.
- I don't like it here. Let's go.
- Okay. We'll leave the box till last.
- It's not just the box.
It's the whole house.
Can't you feel it?
- Look, Eve,
I don't wanna be here
any more than you do,
but like it or not, this
house belongs to me now.
I promise we'll leave as soon
as everything's taken care of.
Okay?
(suspenseful music)
(clock ticking)
- Why do you think he did it?
- Because he knew things
would never get any better.
They could only get worse.
(lightning striking)
That's my guess.
- How sad.
(lightning striking)
You spend all that time listening
to other people's problems,
but he had no one he could
tell his own problems to.
(rain pattering)
- He called me.
- When?
- Three or four months ago.
He left a message,
but I didn't call him back.
I blocked his number
and now he's dead.
(lightning striking)
- Lewis, you can't blame
yourself for what he did.
It's not your fault.
- What would I do without you?
- Yeah, well,
I can think of two things you wouldn't do.
- I love you.
(lightning striking)
(intense music)
- No, Lewis!
There was someone in the room!
There was someone else in the room!
- No, there's not. It's shadows.
Look.
There's no one there.
- Lewis, please.
I saw him.
Please check the room. Please.
(clock ticking)
(suspenseful music)
(thunder rumbling)
You didn't check the closet.
- Right. The closet.
(lightning striking)
It's empty.
Do you want me to check
the rest of the house?
(footsteps pattering)
(static white noise)
(chuckles) It's the ultimate joke.
Psychiatrist losing his mind.
- I've come to this conclusion because
the other possibilities
just don't make sense,
but I have stumbled on the truth,
that there really is a
conspiracy against humanity,
(lightning striking)
torture us,
plant ideas in our minds,
steal our thoughts.
(static white noise)
They're corrupting me.
Manipulating me.
Mocking me.
They want to lure all of us to our doom.
(thunder rumbling)
But the simplest answer
is usually correct.
I have lost my mind.
(whimpers) No.
The more I learned, the
more real it becomes.
Once your eyes are open
to something like this,
they can never be shut to it again.
(suspenseful music)
(static white noise)
It is making manifest
of all that is hidden.
Tonight I did something.
(sobbing)
Something unthinkable.
I am so sorry, Catherine.
I know what I have to do now.
(pump clicks)
I want to apologize to
whoever gets this message.
I want to apologize for
destroying your life.
(whimpering)
(sobbing)
(gun fires)
(lightning striking)
(intense music)
(lightning striking)
- Lewis?
What are you doing?
- I couldn't sleep.
It's okay. I covered it up.
These must be some of his patients.
Let's have a listen.
(tape player clacks)
Michael Ballard.
This was taped a year ago.
(tape clacks)
- Not long ago, I was on the subway
and I saw this woman watching me,
like she knew what I was thinking.
I looked away, but I saw her
reflection in the window.
And it didn't look right.
And that's when I realized that anyone
might not really be what they seem to be.
How would you know?
- Well, I guess you wouldn't,
but with the evidence,
wouldn't it be unreasonable to
think that's how things are?
- (scoffs) Someone is always watching us.
There are cameras everywhere.
- Well the cameras are
usually there for our safety
not to spy on us.
- Safety?
They use them to monitor our actions.
- Why would they do that?
- So they can fuck us up.
A few weeks ago, someone
erased my computer,
everything gone.
And right after that, my keys go missing.
I look everywhere for them.
And then I find them locked in my car
with the engine running.
I had to break the window to get in.
- Everybody makes mistakes
like that from time to time.
It doesn't mean someone's out to get you.
- As soon as I get the window fixed,
my keys go missing again.
I find them locked in
the car, engine running.
- Let me ask you this.
How do you think you'd react if a friend
told you that someone was
secretly trying to ruin his life?
- I'd say he was crazy.
Is that what you're telling me, Doctor?
Are you saying I'm crazy?
- Of course not, but maybe
you're imagining things
to explain what you don't want
to take responsibility for.
What about the dreams?
Do you think you might be
ready to talk about them?
- I really don't remember them,
but what I do remember,
I can't say it out loud.
- Why not?
- I'm afraid that if I do
it'll come true.
(suspenseful music)
- I want you to keep a
pen and paper by the bed
so you can write your dreams
down as soon as you wake up.
I'll see you next week then.
(footsteps tapping)
(suspenseful music)
You know, it was the
weirdest thing, Catherine.
I had to go back inside
to get my spare keys.
- The synchronicity.
The most interesting
part of the phenomenon
is that it's self-generating.
The more you notice it,
the more it happens.
If you think about it too
much, you see it everywhere.
(customers chattering)
(soft guitar music)
Has your patient opened
up about his dreams yet?
- No, not yet.
I can't help thinking
that's where the answer is.
Somewhere in the dreams.
The poor guy can barely get to sleep,
and when he does, he's
tortured by nightmares
that he can't remember.
- Or doesn't want to remember.
- Oh, you tell me, you're
the expert on dreams.
- So is that why you
offered to buy me a drink?
- Catherine, you know I wouldn't-
- Robert, I'm only joking.
You shouldn't take things so seriously.
I'd be happy to help
you with your patient.
In fact, there's a chapter in my book
that might be useful to you.
It's not exactly finished yet,
but I could let you read the latest draft.
- Well that might spoil the ending.
- A bad ending is a good beginning.
(doorbell rings)
- Hi, can I help you?
- I'm Catherine Darrow.
I was an associate of Dr. Shavers.
You're Robert's brother, aren't you?
- Half-brother.
- He was a fine doctor and a good man.
He'll be missed.
I'm sorry, I'm not intruding, am I?
- No, not at all.
We just weren't expecting any visitors.
Come in.
- Thank you.
You'll have to forgive
my manners, Miss Darrow.
- Dr. Darrow.
You wrote that book, didn't you?
- Oh, my. You haven't read it, have you?
- No, but I just saw in Robert's office.
- This is Eve.
My name's Lewis, by the way.
- Yes, I know.
They told me that you would be here
and I've been waiting quite
anxiously for you to arrive.
- I'm afraid I don't understand.
- Robert and I have been
collaborating on some research
and I was hoping to come here
and salvage some of his files.
It would be a shame to see
his hard work go to waste.
- Actually, it would be kind of helpful
to have a pair of professional eyes
going over all that stuff.
I don't know what's
important and what's not.
- Well, maybe we can
help each other out then.
How does that sound?
(suspenseful music)
(sighs) Is this where he...
- Yeah.
- Well, I guess we should get started.
(papers rustling)
So I understand you're a teacher.
- Actually, I'm a substitute teacher now.
How'd you know that?
- Robert told me.
He talked about you quite often.
- He did?
- You were the only family he had.
What does Eve do?
- She's a model.
- I'm not surprised.
- Sorry. I'm late.
(papers rustling)
- What's all that?
- You told me to write down my dreams.
So I did.
I remember now.
(intense music)
So, what do you think?
- I think this is what we
usually call a breakthrough.
- But what does it mean?
- Well, there's a lot of dream imagery
that many believe to be universal.
I think it's a little
different for each of us
and we just need to figure
out what it means for you.
Unfortunately, that's all
the time we have right now.
I think you've made
remarkable progress today.
- I don't feel any better.
- Oh, not yet maybe, but I'm sure you will
over the sessions that follow.
In the meantime, you'll keep
writing down the dreams?
- Yes.
- I'll see you next week then.
(suspenseful music)
Soon will be made manifest
all that is hidden.
(traffic whirring)
- All right.
All right, I'll see you then. Bye.
Can I help you?
- Well, actually I was
just wondering about
the painting in the window.
(soft jazz music)
- That's not for sale.
- I just wanna know where you got the idea
for that painting.
- Well, most of my paintings
are studies of found objects.
- Oh so you painted it from a real object.
- The box is from a dream I had.
- Really?
Someone I know recently
drew a sketch of a box
from a dream that he had
- A box is hardly an unusual image.
In fact, it's kind of an archetype.
- No, you don't understand.
He didn't draw a box, um...
(briefcase clacking)
He drew that box.
- Well he must have copied my painting.
- How long has you're
painting been on display?
- Since yesterday.
- I've had this sketch for a week.
- How is that possible?
- I don't know.
(papers crinkling)
I'm sure it's just a coincidence.
To speak
(traffic whirring)
(papers crinkling)
Hello?
Steve?
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(Robert gasps)
(doorbell rings)
Yes?
- You need to sign for this.
(indistinct chattering)
(pen scratching)
Be careful.
It's heavy.
(Robert grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(scissor scraping)
(papers rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
No!
(clock ticking)
(lock clattering)
(screwdriver clacks)
(Lewis grunts)
(Lewis sighs)
- Fuck you.
(screwdriver clatters)
(clock ticking)
(intense music)
Eve?
How long has this been going on?
- Two months.
Do you think there's
something wrong with me?
- No.
- Can I tell you anything?
- Of course you can.
- Promise not to hate me?
- How could I hate you?
- The first time we made love,
do you remember?
- I remember.
- The first few times, not every time...
You don't wanna hear this.
- No, I need to hear this.
(suspenseful music)
- You'd be inside of me,
and I'd be looking at you,
there'd be something wrong with your face,
with your eyes.
And I'd have to try so
hard to hide from you
that I was scared.
I could see you in a different way.
(Eve cries)
And then you'd smile at me.
And I wouldn't wanna look at you
but I'd have to because
you were on top of me.
And you'd just smile.
But your eyes.
Your eyes were wrong.
You do think there's something
wrong with me, don't you?
- No, no, of course not.
It was a new relationship then.
We didn't really know each other yet.
You were scared for lots of things.
It makes sense.
There's nothing wrong with you.
Dr. Darrow is a specialist
in sleep disorders, Eve.
- I don't feel right.
- No, please.
Eve, I'd be happy to help.
You both have been so helpful to me.
It's the least I could do.
Why don't we just talk for a bit,
nothing formal, just a chat.
And if you don't feel
comfortable, we can stop.
All right?
- All right.
- I'll be in the office.
- So tell me about the first time
you had one of these dreams.
Alone in the dark
Inside, no way out
You both took this ride, trapped
(creepy industrial music)
Windows closed
Pain, pain
Splintered souls, shards of truth
Shattered pieces on my noose
Mirror, horror
Soiled progress
Subterfuge, sex crime virtually
End of line
With entropy
Meat puppet, missing time
Rape and murder
Dark side, hurt some fools
Hanging, hung, electric city
Sad town eyes
Sadistic, sadistic
Static, static
- I'm so sorry. I didn't
realize you couldn't hear me.
- That's okay.
- Roger Keith.
- Yeah. It's a pretty strange stuff.
It doesn't seem like
Robert's kind of music.
- No, it had something to do
with his patient's dreams.
Not sure what the connection was.
- So how's it going with Eve?
- It's good, but we've
just scratched the surface.
We're taking a break.
She's been under a lot of stress.
- Really?
- Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?
- All right, go ahead.
- Personal questions.
- Anything to help Eve.
(creepy industrial music continues)
- Would you think it fair to say
that you've put Eve on a pedestal?
- Well, maybe a bit, but she's perfect.
- Nobody's perfect, Lewis.
- I know that, but she's
as close as they come.
She's everything I've
ever wanted in a woman.
After they made her, they broke the mold.
- Then you're lucky to have found her.
- She came along at just
the right time in my life.
(door thumps)
(melancholy music)
(door creaking)
(phone ringing)
(dresser thumping)
Hello?
- [Eve] You're late.
- [Lewis] Not quite.
- [Eve] I've been waiting half an hour.
- [Lewis] Who am I talking to?
- It's Eve. Who did you think it was?
I, oh, I must have the wrong number.
I'm sorry.
- Don't hang up.
(soft music)
- Why shouldn't I?
- Because I'll kill myself you do.
- Well, we can't have that now, can we?
- It was just a wrong
number, total coincidence.
But it changed my life.
- You and Robert were a lot alike.
- What do you mean?
- Well, for one thing, he was
fascinated by coincidences.
I guess certain things
just run in the family.
Don't they?
- We had nothing in common.
(upbeat country music)
(customers chattering)
If you're wondering
what's underneath the tree
Crawling around the presents like
The kids out on their knees
Close your eyes and try to guess
- Robert, Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
I get you, you get me
- Oh.
Do you want to sit down?
We'll cuddle up until the light
- I'm sorry, Catherine.
I know I've been a bit preoccupied lately.
- It's okay.
I know you can really throw
yourself into your work.
It's just I usually hear from you
if you aren't gonna make it out.
Um, I got you something.
Here.
- It's your book. It's terrific.
- I know it's not a proper present,
but I wanted you to be the
first person to get a copy.
I hope it helps
with your patient.
- Oh, that's great.
The trouble is I can't get ahold of him,
and it's been almost three months
and I just can't track him down.
- I hope he's all right.
I hope you're all right.
- Oh, I'm fine.
Really.
Just a lot to think about.
What happens under the
tree stays under the tree
(woman giggles)
- Well open it.
("Carol of the Bells")
(customers chattering)
(traffic whirring)
(soft holiday music)
- Good night, Catherine.
- Good night, Robert.
Good night.
(suspenseful music)
(coins jangling)
(coins clattering)
- [Man] We know that you know.
- What did you say?
- [Man] Has he opened it yet?
- Opened what?
(man laughing)
- Eve, have you ever
considered the possibility
that Lewis might just
be a different person
than you think he is?
- No. No, he's not.
- We're all more than one person, really.
Like we have two hands
and sometimes we use one
and sometimes the other,
but they're both our hands.
(pills rattling)
(suspenseful music)
Do you see what I'm saying?
(Robert sighs)
(snarling)
(mirror shattering)
(static white noise)
(button clicks)
(Robert groaning)
(static white noise)
- "Several years ago, I
began to treat a patient
who for obvious reasons,
cannot be identified.
She had been involved in a criminal trial
but was acquitted on the grounds
that there was insufficient
evidence to convict her.
(eerie music)
She always maintained her innocence
but so profound was her guilt complex
that she withdrew almost
entirely from society."
- Three things.
First of all, what I have
to tell you, is true.
Secondly, I am not insane,
but it would be better if I was.
And third, you must not repeat
a word of this to anyone,
(typewriter clattering)
we're as good as dead if you do.
If you don't wanna know
the truth, then look away.
(men screaming)
A hidden history is about to be unveiled.
(creepy music)
Do you know the word "sword principle?"
That words written down or said aloud
can cause certain
outcomes or consequences.
Even if they were meant to
prevent those consequences.
(suspenseful music)
You see, just by warning you,
I'm helping them achieve their goals.
Who's there?
Who are they?
They're us, but they're not us.
We're becoming them.
And they want us to follow
them like sadistic idiots,
down the dark path, straight
to a hell of our own making.
(Jane screams)
(gun fires)
(creepy laughing)
There are three things that
must occur for this to happen.
One, the creation and
destruction of primordial matter.
Two, the killing of the king.
And three,
(typewriter clattering)
the making manifest of all that is hidden.
This is their ultimate goal.
The revelation of the method.
And it is happening right now.
Even as you read my words.
Even if you believe them just a little.
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Girl] Jane?
Jane, why did you do it?
Why did you let us die there alone?
(children laughing)
(typewriter clattering)
Jane?
Jane?
- Leave me alone.
I did everything I could.
- [Girl] That's what you told everyone.
You were the reason we never
got out of those woods.
Aren't you, Jane?
- No.
No!
- [Girl] You were the real reason.
- No!
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thumps)
(gun firing)
(gun clacks)
(door thumping)
(door smashes)
- You're the reason we
died, aren't you, big sis?
(gun fires)
You should have died that day.
You should have died, not us.
- I tried.
I did everything I could.
- You killed us.
You did with it with that.
- There was nothing
else I could do for you.
There was nothing else I could do!
The daily horror show,
once seen only in secret,
(wood smashing)
but now slowly revealed while we watch
in deep, frozen apathy
as the hidden history
our real history is put on display.
(wood smashing)
When this happens,
(gun fires)
(wood clattering)
when all that was hidden
(gun fires)
is hidden no longer.
And you can watch with disinterest
as wars, genocides, mind controls,
decapitations, chemical spills,
and sexual atrocities occur
right in front of you.
When you can just sit there and watch,
then all is lost.
(trigger clicks)
(Jane screams)
- Easy, easy.
I'm not gonna hurt ya.
(suspenseful music)
(light switch clicks)
(suspenseful music continues)
(man screams)
(fire crackling)
(light clacks)
- [Jane Voiceover] I've ruined everything.
- Jane Palmer, Downsview, Canada.
(suspenseful music)
- Jane Palmer.
It's the same person.
Catherine's patient and the woman
who wrote this letter, Jane Palmer.
- Hello?
- Catherine, we have to talk.
- Robert? What time is it?
- It doesn't matter, listen,
that patient in your book,
her name was Jade Palmer.
She told you about something.
- What are you talking about?
- She told you about a box.
Did you see it yourself?
Did you touch it?
- Robert, the box wasn't real.
It was a metaphor she
used to contain her guilt.
She, how do you know her name?
I don't think we should
be talking about this.
- Is it him?
- Shh.
He doesn't know.
Robert? Are you there?
- I shouldn't have called.
- [Lewis Voicemail] Hi, it's Lewis.
Leave a message.
(voicemail beeps)
- Lewis, it's Robert.
Your brother.
I know we haven't spoken in a long time
but I need to talk to someone and I,
I don't know who else I can turn to.
- It's funny.
I wouldn't dream of saying
these things to Lewis.
- Don't you think that's
precisely what you dream about.
- Excuse me.
- Think about it.
You dream about a threatening man,
a stranger who enters your
bedroom as if he owns the place
and molests you and you don't
resist or even speak out.
- I can't.
I want to, but I can't.
- Exactly, just like you
want to talk to Lewis,
but you can't, you're
too intimidated by him.
You're terrified of disappointing him.
So you remain silent and go
along with whatever Lewis wants.
- Not always.
Are you saying that this
stranger I dream about
is really just Lewis?
- You don't feel you really know Lewis
or that he really knows you.
On the surface, you have
a great relationship
but clearly there are problems,
problems you can't talk about.
- Sometimes I don't think he treats me
like I'm a real person.
I mean, I know he loves me,
but sometimes I'm afraid
it isn't really me he loves,
but this other person he thinks I am.
And I'm afraid she doesn't exist.
Does that make sense to you?
- Eve, you've made
tremendous progress already.
I really feel some walls coming down,
but before you can even think about
sorting out your relationship with Lewis,
Lewis has to come to
terms with his own past,
no matter how painful that may be.
- You mean dealing with
the fact that his father
led a double life?
- Yes. Well that, but also
the incident at the school.
He still won't accept any
responsibility for what happened.
- What are you talking about?
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Lewis told me you knew all about it.
- About what?
(bus rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(creepy music box jingle)
(child vocalizing)
(knocks)
(door opens)
- What do you want?
- I'm sorry
to disturb you, ma'am.
I'm trying to locate someone,
a woman named Jane Palmer.
- I don't have it.
- Have what?
- You know what I'm talking about.
I know you know.
- I just wanna talk to Jane.
- She's dead.
- I'm sorry.
- And she killed her own sister.
She killed Sharon.
And she made up all those
crazy stories about it.
Now go away and please don't come back.
(suspenseful music continues)
(door opens)
Take it.
- I-
- Take it.
It's all that's left of her.
(door closes)
(woman laughing)
- Eve?
(clock ticking)
Eve? Are you awake?
- [Lewis And Jane] "The
story you are about
to be told is true.
It is the account of a tragedy
that befell four young
women in the autumn of 1987.
- [Jane Voiceover] I
was one of those women.
This is my story and it's the
only account of that tragedy
you will ever hear.
The other three girls
are all dead or worse.
(suspenseful music)
It's especially tragic
because we were all so young
and so full of hope.
And now all I have left is a nightmare.
A nightmare I can never wake up from.
- That's what happens when two sisters
are hot for the same guy.
- As if!
- Come on you two.
If this place is so great, how
come nobody ever comes here?
- Oh, there used to be
a mine or something.
But after it got shut down, the town died
and people stopped coming.
Oh, turn here.
(soft country music)
- Is that even a road?
- Come on, Gail.
We'll take the road less traveled by.
- Are you stoned?
- I mean, just a little.
(both laughing)
Should have never left you
Should have never left you
Should have never left you here
(ominous rock music)
- I thought you knew the way?
I think we should turn back.
Oh.
I don't believe it.
- (sighs) You must've missed a turn.
- I didn't miss a turn.
And make her disappear
You look almost real when the sun hits
I wonder if I could marry you
Girl never, that is a lie
Explaining your preference
Ask the mirror too
- Did you see that?
- What?
- (gasps) Look out!
(body smashing)
(tires screech)
I suppose I will believe her
She was my longest lasting affair.
(Gail sobbing)
- We have to go see if he's okay.
(door opens)
(Gail sobbing)
Oh my God.
Look what we did to his face.
- I saw his face before he-
- Is he dead?
- No, but he's hurt pretty bad.
- No shit.
- We need to go for help.
- We can't just leave him here.
- Then you stay with him.
- Why me?
- It's okay, Jane.
I'll stay with you.
- I'll find the nearest phone
and then I'll come right back.
- Just hurry.
(crow cawing)
(Gail sobbing)
- Gail,
we're going for help, and I'm driving.
- (sobbing) Is he dead?
- No, but we have to go right away.
(Gail sobbing)
Come on, Gail. Get in the car.
(Gail retching)
Gail!
I'm going.
(Gail sobbing)
Oh, I gotta go.
(jeep starting)
(engine revving)
- Poor Gail.
- I saw his face before he hit the glass.
- Yeah.
- It was...
(intense music)
(man screaming)
- Oh my God! Did we do that?
- We have to find it.
- Why?
- Because they can reattach
it if we find it in time.
- So we have to look for this guy's arm?
- If it was lying here,
wouldn't you want someone-
- Yes, okay, fine.
- We'll have to check the woods.
- Where are you going?
- We're just looking for something.
- Looking for what?
- Don't worry about it.
- This is not happening to me.
- It could be anywhere.
Let's try the other side of the road.
- It's gonna get dark soon.
- That's why we have to find it now.
- And we don't even have
a flashlight, do we?
- Yes, we do.
It's in the car.
(Gail sobbing)
- His arm is missing.
- That's what we're looking for.
Gail, we know you're upset
but this isn't helping.
Just help us find the arm.
- I can't do that.
(Jane sighs)
(Gail sobbing)
(suspenseful music)
I found it.
What's wrong?
(intense music)
- Sharon!
- Jane!
- Sharon?
Sharon!
- Don't leave me alone!
(suspenseful music)
- Sharon!
(Gail sobbing)
Gail, come on. Hurry up.
- I can't. I can't.
- Gail.
Gail?
(leaves cracking)
What?
(intense music)
(man grunting)
(blade stabbing)
(blood dripping)
(blade scrapes)
(body thumps)
(footsteps pattering)
(intense music)
(men screaming)
(swords clinking)
(ax whacks)
- We must hurry!
(wind whistling)
I did not expect so many
of them to be about.
At first light, we must leave.
- What about my sister?
(man sighs)
- We must rest. (sighs)
Must sleep while we can.
(suspenseful music)
- [Woman] Jane!
Jane!
Jane!
(Jane gasping)
Jane!
- It's my sister!
- Be silent.
Be still.
- [Woman] Jane!
Jane!
(Jane gasps)
(body thuds)
- Believe me, that wasn't your sister.
They're making sport of you.
It's their way.
I've seen it many times.
Their greatest delight is
drawing people like you
into that clutches so they can debase you,
straw you.
Will devour you.
Sleep well.
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
This is why I came here.
To retrieve something and
move to a safer hiding place.
Many years ago, a group of brave men
were dispatched to this new world
with but one task,
to hide something.
But their ships were caught on the ice
The survivors continued inland,
dying one by one until only one was left.
This is what those men
gave their lives for.
(suspenseful music)
That last man thinking his death was near,
opened this box.
And what he saw
cannot be described,
but he knew that the box
must never be opened again.
And now I'm passing it on to you.
(Jane screams)
(gun fires)
(Jane gasps)
You must take it with you
and keep it your secret.
Without the key, it cannot be opened.
I will distract them so you can escape.
- No, I don't believe any of this.
You're crazy.
(door opens)
(man growling)
(sword slices)
(head thuds)
(intense music)
You must go now!
(head snarling)
The box. The box!
(suspenseful music)
Go toward the sunlight.
Go!
(man screams)
(Jane breathes heavily)
- Rachel!
(Jane sobbing)
(Jane sobbing)
(suspenseful music)
(window shatters)
(intense music)
(door closes)
(engine revving)
(machete clanks)
(Janet screaming)
(tires screeching)
Then for one
beautiful moment,
I thought I was about to die a quick death
and that everything would be over for me.
That was the last peaceful
moment I've ever known.
And will likely ever know.
Death is kinder than they are.
(tires screeching)
- Miss, are you okay?"
(Janet whimpering)
(suspenseful music)
(clock ticking)
- Lewis?
(Eve gasps)
(intense music)
Lewis, I can't...
- It's okay.
It was just a dream.
- Louis, please check the room.
Please.
You didn't check the closet.
- Right. The closet.
How could I forget?
(Robert screams)
(intense music)
(Lewis gasping)
- What is it?
What's wrong?
- Just a dream.
- About what?
- It was about my brother.
(static white noise)
(knocking on door)
- Oh, my God. Robert.
- I need to talk to you.
- Come in.
(static white noise)
- No, please just leave it.
- All right.
Sit down.
Something's happened, Robert.
What is it? What's happened?
- I think I'm losing my mind, Catherine.
I think I'm going insane.
- When's the last time you slept?
- I don't know.
- Your heart's racing.
Are you on something?
What are you taking?
- Ah, amobarbital, diphenhydramine,
methamphetamine, hydroxyzine.
- Jesus, Robert.
You have to tell me what's going on.
You have to tell me what happened.
- I've discovered the truth.
- What truth?
- I can't tell you that.
You'd be in too much danger.
It's best not to know
the truth, Catherine.
It's best not to see the whole picture.
- You're not making any sense.
- Listen to me, Catherine
I have to do something important.
You're going to hear things about me
and I don't want you to believe them.
This is the last time I'll see you.
And I need to tell you
something before I go.
- Robert, you have to
tell me what's going on.
Are you in trouble?
What's happening?
What truth have you discovered?
Robert, please talk to me.
It will all be easier
if you just talk to me.
- No, it won't!
- Whatever it is, I can help.
I know I can.
- You can't.
I put it all together, Catherine.
I figured it out and now it's too late.
- Figured out what?
- I just came to tell you.
- Tell me what?
I love you, Catherine.
I always have.
The last thing I ever
wanted to do was hurt you.
But if I don't do this,
you will be hurt.
- Oh, Robert.
You need help.
I have to call someone.
Don't move.
Hi, it's Catherine.
(suspenseful music)
Yes. I know what time it is.
Listen, it's Robert.
- Robert?
- He's here.
- What, now?
- Yes, now.
He says he knows the truth.
I can't be sure but I think he's close to-
- [Man On Phone] Just tell
him to go home and call-
- Look, I can't deal
with him all by myself.
If we don't act now, we'll lose him.
- All right, all right.
Just give me 20 minutes.
(intense music)
(indistinct voice)
(phone clatters)
(head thuds)
(Robert gasping)
- Oh, my God.
(Robert whimpering)
(knife clacks)
- Catherine?
What's going on?
Catherine? Robert?
Are you there? Pick up the phone.
- There's something I've
been trying to remember.
Something that happened.
- You mean in one of your dreams?
- No. Before that.
- Something from your childhood?
- No, just before I met Lewis.
This is so frustrating. I'm sorry.
I can't remember.
- Eve, you're on the verge
of a tremendous personal discovery,
but something's holding you back.
- I think you're right.
- That makes this all the more difficult
for me to have to say,
but I'm afraid that this is going
to have to be our last session.
(suspenseful music)
I'm sorry.
It's just that I have my
own life to get back to.
Is there another therapist you can see?
- I've never been able
to open up to anyone
like I have with you.
- I'm glad to hear that.
And I'd really like to see this through.
You're so close.
You know, there is one
more thing we could try.
It's not standard practice,
but on more than a few occasions,
I've used hypnosis on my patients
and quite successfully, I might add.
- I don't know about that.
- Forget all that stuff
you see in the movies.
Hypnosis is a powerful tool.
It will help you remember the
things you need to remember.
(suspenseful music continues)
If you're not comfortable, I understand.
But otherwise, we've
gone as far as we can go.
It's up to you.
- All right.
(static buzzing)
- I want to apologize to
whoever gets this message.
I want to apologize for
destroying your life.
(Robert whimpering)
(gun fires)
(Robert whimpering)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
(static white noise)
- There's someone else in the room.
Eve!
Eve!
- Doctor go?
(Eve groaning)
(doorknob clattering)
Eve?
(door smashes)
(intense music)
(Eve groaning)
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Let go of her!
(Eve groaning)
Get off of her! Let her go!
(hand slaps)
(Eve groaning)
Stop it!
(box whacks)
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
(suspenseful music)
(creepy breathing)
(Eve yelps)
(door opens and closes)
- We're out of here.
- Is she dead?
- I don't know.
(engine starting)
(static white noise)
It guards our thoughts.
Keeps them out of our heads.
(static white noise grows louder)
(suspenseful music)
(traffic whirring)
(crickets chirping)
(static white noise)
The answer is in that
box, but we need the key.
And the key is in those woods.
Jane Palmer, Michael Ballard, Roger Keith.
My brother.
My brother.
They all found something out.
But they got too close to the truth
and they couldn't handle it
because it wasn't meant for them.
It was meant for us.
We were singled out for some reason.
I love you.
From the first moment I ever saw you.
From the first moment I heard your voice.
I've always loved you.
(static white noise continues)
- We're being followed.
- I don't see anyone.
(suspenseful music)
Just like Jane Palmer wrote.
(keys jangle)
(seatbelt clacks)
- We should turn back.
- This way.
(suspenseful music continues)
(birds chirping)
He's got the key.
- You're not gonna open it.
(creepy music box jingle)
What?
- Listen.
- Are there children...
Are there children out here?
- Come on.
- I knew you'd come.
(creepy music box jingle continues)
Sooner or later.
- You're not my brother.
(suspenseful music)
- Don't you mean half-brother?
- You're not him.
- I thought you would have
figured it out by now, Lewis.
The world is not what it seems.
You haven't opened it yet.
- No.
- Then why don't you
just give it to me then
and save yourself some grief.
- No.
- Lewis, if you knew what was in that box,
you'd turn to jelly.
So do yourself a favor
and just hand it over.
No questions asked.
- And none answered either.
- Give me the goddamn box!
Okay.
Lewis, you've done well to get this far.
I mean it.
Our father would be proud of you.
But the game is over.
- This isn't a game.
- Of course it's a game.
Think about it.
Catherine could have taken the box
from you right away, back at the house.
- But she didn't.
There must be a reason.
- Of course there's a reason.
It'd be like taking candy from a baby.
Where's the fun in that?
- Fun?
- (chuckles) We love watching
people go over the edge.
When their world falls apart,
like yours did, Lewis,
when you found Catherine with Eve.
She doesn't sound like that with you.
Does she?
In fact, you've never
even given her an orgasm.
- That's not true.
- Well, that's what you told your doctor.
Don't you remember?
Oh, I'm sorry.
That was supposed to
be a secret, wasn't it?
Oh, well that's okay.
She wasn't a real doctor
and you're not a real patient.
Playing doctor sure is fun.
- Who are you?
- Who do you think I am?
- Tell me who you are.
Tell me what you want.
- I can't just tell you.
If you want those answers,
you'll have to open the box,
but I warn you,
you won't like what you find.
- You're full of shit.
- Lewis, you got two choices.
You can give me the box and the key
and then see if you can find
your way out of these woods,
find your car and go home.
And then you can try to lead a normal life
as if there none of this ever happened.
I wish you luck with that.
- Give him the box, Lewis.
I wanna go home.
- Or? The second choice?
- I wanna go home, Lewis. Please.
- Or you can open the box.
You can finally know the truth.
The whole story.
Things your brother could only guess at.
You can know things
that no one else knows.
- Lewis.
I don't want you to know those things.
- What's the catch?
- No catch.
Well, one catch, I suppose.
The truth will either set you free
or it will destroy you,
because once you know the truth,
you can not know it.
Do you know what I mean?
- Yes. I know what you mean.
- I thought you would.
You can try to fool yourself
or convince yourself otherwise,
but once that box is opened,
there's no closing it.
And it can be lonely knowing the truth.
It can be very lonely.
- Lewis, please.
- All kidding aside, Lewis.
I wouldn't open that box if I was you.
Some people just
aren't cut out for the truth.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Lewis, no.
- I've got to know.
- Don't.
- It's just a box.
What could possibly be in it?
- [Eve] No.
(lock clicks)
(clock ticking)
(intense music)
(thunderous explosion)
Death has come, thy will be done
I will be done
Dead, blind, only a person
Drinking blood, crossing
hearts from the wounds
At a girls house, tit mouse
Toxic humans, bend them
bones, blood and snow
Static, solo, no tomorrow
Breaking branches
Static, static, static, static
In your attic, static
(intense music)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
- Don't say I didn't warn you.
- Lewis.
Why are you looking at me like that?
- Because he knows the truth.
- What do you mean?
- Eve. Look inside yourself.
You know the truth too.
- No.
- Yes.
Yes.
- Leave her alone.
- Why?
She has no feelings.
- I have feelings.
I'm a person.
My life is important too.
- What life?
You're just a picture in a magazine.
- Leave her alone.
- I told you not to open the box, Lewis.
You could have gone on living the dream,
but no, you had to know the truth.
- I'm a person.
I am a person.
- Are you sure?
- I'm real and I'm not
gonna listen to this.
- Would a real person worry so much
about whether she was real or not?
- You can't do this to me.
- Why not?
You're nothing.
Nothing.
- Stop it.
Or I'll kill you.
- You better say bye to
your dream girl first.
- Just shut up!
(intense music)
- Do you really think somebody
could dial the wrong number
and reach you on the brink of suicide,
and it just happens to be
the girl of your dreams
and she's single?
Why would someone like
her love someone like you?
You know the truth, don't you?
You know she's not real.
She's too good to be true.
It's just like you said,
"After we made her, we broke the mold."
- No, Lewis, you didn't say that.
Tell me you didn't say that.
- Where is she?
Where'd she go?
(laughs) Who might you be talking about?
- Where is she?
- You should see the look on your face.
- Tell me where she is.
Please.
- She's gone, Lewis.
She's gone.
(suspenseful music)
- Why would you do this to me?
- Why do people
go fishing?
(intense music)
(Robert laughing)
(head shatters)
- Eve? Eve?
Eve!
(intense music)
Eve!
(suspenseful music)
(insects chirping)
(seagulls squawking)
(waves lapping)
(water splashing)
(static white noise)
(intense music)
(soft music)
So young
So young at the start
So strong that it left its mark
Upon our hearts so young
La, la, la, la, la
So strong
So strong we had no choice
We're pulled along
by the ancient voice
Of girls and boys so young
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
It's hard to believe that time
Can heal us all inside
And bring to mind
These feelings that have died
Remember in the way we
felt about each other
Love is like a rising sun
It's in her eyes
(snow crunching)
(horse chuffing)
- What is it?
- We're being followed.
- Can't see anyone.
- But we're being followed just the same.
(horse chuffing)
(snow crunching)
(horse neighing)
(horse chuffing)
- He's finished, sir.
- We'll pull the sledge ourselves.
- We're going on then?
- Yes.
- I will go on ahead. Scout a path.
We cannot traverse the same
grounds without a horse.
- Try to be back by nightfall.
(snow crunching)
- We should turn back now.
Surely we've come far enough.
- We can go further.
- What about the horse?
- Kill it.
- But you can't just-
- Do as he says.
(suspenseful music)
(horse chuffing)
(horse neighing)
(blade stabbing)
(fire crackling)
(ominous music)
(snow crunching)
- Anything?
- No. No sign of him.
(wind whistling)
- We will continue at first light.
Follow his trail.
Perhaps we can pick him up along the way.
- Or bury him.
- If we must.
- How much further can we go?
- We will go as far as God can take us.
- Master, a hundred men have died.
We have not one horse left
and precious little food.
How can we survive?
- God will protect us.
(Matthew sighs)
(fire crackling)
- When we return, just
think of the feasting
there will be in Araunah.
- There will be no feasting.
- Matthew.
- We're going to die here in this place.
A thousand leagues from
home, and for what?
That box.
(wind whistling)
- Matthew, our reward
comes in the next world.
Eternal life in the Kingdom of Heaven.
- If I'm to die for that thing,
I at least want to know what it holds!
(ominous music)
- Sit down, Matthew.
It is not for you to know.
- Forgive me, Master. I forget myself.
- Soon it will all be completed.
- Do you really think we'll die out here?
(snow crunching)
- Do you really think the grandmaster
sent us out here just to die?
What do you think it is?
- Something they brought
back from the holy land.
Something that don't
want anyone else to have.
Some say it is a piece of Hell.
(wind whistling)
- Thomas!
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(snow crunching)
Thomas!
- Thomas, what happened?
- Sit. Warm yourselves.
- We don't have time to stop now, Thomas.
We can rest when we reach our destination.
- When will that be, I wonder?
When there is no more food?
When there is no strength to go further?
- Thomas-
- Simon,
by now they surely kept it all
There is no returning from this place.
Don't they at least
deserve to know why it is
they die out here,
so far from home, so forgotten?
- We made our pledge to
our order and to our God.
They have charged us with this mission.
That is enough.
- Even now, Simon,
as you stand here a
thousand leagues from home,
the order is dissolved.
The grandmaster is executed.
Your holy brothers are imprisoned.
- How can you know this?
- Don't they deserve to know the truth?
- Master, what does he mean?
- Don't you want to know what it is
you take with you to your
graves at the end of the Earth?
- I want to know.
- Matthew.
- Why don't you tell them.
- Master, we deserve at least that.
I have a wife and children
I'll never see again.
- James, you will never
again see your sister Jumani.
(suspenseful music)
- (sighs) I can't.
- You can't or you won't?
- I can't.
Because I don't know.
I don't know what it is.
My order was to take
the box as far as could,
to the end of the world, to hide it,
and to never, never open it.
- You brought us all this
way to die for nothing?
- Not for nothing, because God willed it.
- Men willed it!
- Yours is not to question.
- I want to know what's in that box.
- Matthew, no.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Open that box!
- I can't let you open it.
- So help me, God, I'll
take the key off your corpse
and open it myself.
- Matthew,
you don't mean that.
- I do mean it!
Open that box!
- You're going to have
to kill me, Matthew.
(Thomas chuckles)
(suspenseful music continues)
- No!
(crossbow clacks)
No!
(swords clinking)
(both grunting)
(tree splinters)
(sword slices)
(dramatic music)
(snow crunching)
(Matthew breathes heavily)
(helmet clacks)
(Simon screaming)
(sword whacks)
(Thomas chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
- Don't be stupid, James.
- All is lost.
(James screams)
(swords clink)
(sword stabbing)
(bones cracking)
(blood spurting)
(Thomas laughing manically)
(sword clinks)
- What are you?
(suspenseful music)
(sword whacking)
(swords clinking)
(both grunting)
(sword whacking)
(swords clinking)
(both grunting)
(both grunting)
(Thomas groans)
(intense music)
(swords clinking)
(foot whacks)
(sword clinks)
(sword slicing)
(blood spurting)
(shield clattering)
(Thomas laughing)
(sword slicing)
(Thomas laughing)
(Simon gasping)
(suspenseful music)
(Simon screams)
(sword slicing)
(head pattering)
(snow crunching)
(Simon breathes heavily)
(wind whistling)
(snow crunching)
(Simon groans)
My Lord!
Tell me that our sacrifice
has not been in vain!
(ominous music)
(Simon screams)
(Simon breathes heavily)
(wind whistling)
(lock clacks)
(box clicking)
(eerie music)
(birds chirping)
(Lewis snoring)
(Eve gasps)
(intense music)
- Good morning.
Bad dream?
I used to have bad dreams all the time
when I was a kid.
I'd wake up screaming and
run into my parent's room.
They seemed so real.
- Your parents or the dreams?
- Hmm. Both.
You know, I don't think I dream anymore.
- Everybody dreams.
- Not me, but I don't need to.
I have you.
(soft music)
(ominous music)
(door closes)
(glass shatters)
(phone ringing)
(Eve sighs)
- Hello?
(traffic whirring)
(soft rock music)
Why didn't you ever mention
your brother before?
- You mean my half-brother.
- Okay. Why did he ever mention
your half-brother before?
- You never talk about your family.
- That's different.
- I haven't seen him in almost 20 years.
Not since my father's funeral.
Our father's funeral
Actually, that was the
only time I ever saw him.
- You mean your mother
didn't know your dad
had a second family?
- No. We met them at his funeral.
So strong, we had no choice
We're pulled along
by the ancient voice
Of girls and boys so young
La, la, la, la, la
(suspenseful music)
(keys jangling)
(static white noise)
(static white noise)
(static white noise)
(suspenseful music)
(button clicks)
(static white noise)
Did I mention that my
half-brother was crazy?
- You said he was a psychiatrist.
- He was.
(suspenseful music)
(switch clicks)
(record clattering)
(switch clicks)
Doors, windows closed
Pain, pain
"Music to Kill Yourself By."
(intense industrial music)
- Oh, my God.
(suspenseful music)
Rape and murder
Dark side
(static white noise)
- After careful consideration,
I've come to the conclusion
that I have gone insane.
- It's the ultimate joke.
- Lewis?
What are you watching?
- Nothing.
(suspenseful music)
(doorknob clattering)
- It's locked.
- I guess we'll just have to...
(door bangs)
Lewis!
- What?
- What does it say?
- "Never under any circumstances
open this box ever!"
Now we have to open it.
Who could resist a set up like that?
- Don't touch it.
There could be something dangerous inside.
- Like what, a bomb?
(Eve screams)
(intense music)
- What's wrong?
- Nothing. Just a shock.
- I don't like it here. Let's go.
- Okay. We'll leave the box till last.
- It's not just the box.
It's the whole house.
Can't you feel it?
- Look, Eve,
I don't wanna be here
any more than you do,
but like it or not, this
house belongs to me now.
I promise we'll leave as soon
as everything's taken care of.
Okay?
(suspenseful music)
(clock ticking)
- Why do you think he did it?
- Because he knew things
would never get any better.
They could only get worse.
(lightning striking)
That's my guess.
- How sad.
(lightning striking)
You spend all that time listening
to other people's problems,
but he had no one he could
tell his own problems to.
(rain pattering)
- He called me.
- When?
- Three or four months ago.
He left a message,
but I didn't call him back.
I blocked his number
and now he's dead.
(lightning striking)
- Lewis, you can't blame
yourself for what he did.
It's not your fault.
- What would I do without you?
- Yeah, well,
I can think of two things you wouldn't do.
- I love you.
(lightning striking)
(intense music)
- No, Lewis!
There was someone in the room!
There was someone else in the room!
- No, there's not. It's shadows.
Look.
There's no one there.
- Lewis, please.
I saw him.
Please check the room. Please.
(clock ticking)
(suspenseful music)
(thunder rumbling)
You didn't check the closet.
- Right. The closet.
(lightning striking)
It's empty.
Do you want me to check
the rest of the house?
(footsteps pattering)
(static white noise)
(chuckles) It's the ultimate joke.
Psychiatrist losing his mind.
- I've come to this conclusion because
the other possibilities
just don't make sense,
but I have stumbled on the truth,
that there really is a
conspiracy against humanity,
(lightning striking)
torture us,
plant ideas in our minds,
steal our thoughts.
(static white noise)
They're corrupting me.
Manipulating me.
Mocking me.
They want to lure all of us to our doom.
(thunder rumbling)
But the simplest answer
is usually correct.
I have lost my mind.
(whimpers) No.
The more I learned, the
more real it becomes.
Once your eyes are open
to something like this,
they can never be shut to it again.
(suspenseful music)
(static white noise)
It is making manifest
of all that is hidden.
Tonight I did something.
(sobbing)
Something unthinkable.
I am so sorry, Catherine.
I know what I have to do now.
(pump clicks)
I want to apologize to
whoever gets this message.
I want to apologize for
destroying your life.
(whimpering)
(sobbing)
(gun fires)
(lightning striking)
(intense music)
(lightning striking)
- Lewis?
What are you doing?
- I couldn't sleep.
It's okay. I covered it up.
These must be some of his patients.
Let's have a listen.
(tape player clacks)
Michael Ballard.
This was taped a year ago.
(tape clacks)
- Not long ago, I was on the subway
and I saw this woman watching me,
like she knew what I was thinking.
I looked away, but I saw her
reflection in the window.
And it didn't look right.
And that's when I realized that anyone
might not really be what they seem to be.
How would you know?
- Well, I guess you wouldn't,
but with the evidence,
wouldn't it be unreasonable to
think that's how things are?
- (scoffs) Someone is always watching us.
There are cameras everywhere.
- Well the cameras are
usually there for our safety
not to spy on us.
- Safety?
They use them to monitor our actions.
- Why would they do that?
- So they can fuck us up.
A few weeks ago, someone
erased my computer,
everything gone.
And right after that, my keys go missing.
I look everywhere for them.
And then I find them locked in my car
with the engine running.
I had to break the window to get in.
- Everybody makes mistakes
like that from time to time.
It doesn't mean someone's out to get you.
- As soon as I get the window fixed,
my keys go missing again.
I find them locked in
the car, engine running.
- Let me ask you this.
How do you think you'd react if a friend
told you that someone was
secretly trying to ruin his life?
- I'd say he was crazy.
Is that what you're telling me, Doctor?
Are you saying I'm crazy?
- Of course not, but maybe
you're imagining things
to explain what you don't want
to take responsibility for.
What about the dreams?
Do you think you might be
ready to talk about them?
- I really don't remember them,
but what I do remember,
I can't say it out loud.
- Why not?
- I'm afraid that if I do
it'll come true.
(suspenseful music)
- I want you to keep a
pen and paper by the bed
so you can write your dreams
down as soon as you wake up.
I'll see you next week then.
(footsteps tapping)
(suspenseful music)
You know, it was the
weirdest thing, Catherine.
I had to go back inside
to get my spare keys.
- The synchronicity.
The most interesting
part of the phenomenon
is that it's self-generating.
The more you notice it,
the more it happens.
If you think about it too
much, you see it everywhere.
(customers chattering)
(soft guitar music)
Has your patient opened
up about his dreams yet?
- No, not yet.
I can't help thinking
that's where the answer is.
Somewhere in the dreams.
The poor guy can barely get to sleep,
and when he does, he's
tortured by nightmares
that he can't remember.
- Or doesn't want to remember.
- Oh, you tell me, you're
the expert on dreams.
- So is that why you
offered to buy me a drink?
- Catherine, you know I wouldn't-
- Robert, I'm only joking.
You shouldn't take things so seriously.
I'd be happy to help
you with your patient.
In fact, there's a chapter in my book
that might be useful to you.
It's not exactly finished yet,
but I could let you read the latest draft.
- Well that might spoil the ending.
- A bad ending is a good beginning.
(doorbell rings)
- Hi, can I help you?
- I'm Catherine Darrow.
I was an associate of Dr. Shavers.
You're Robert's brother, aren't you?
- Half-brother.
- He was a fine doctor and a good man.
He'll be missed.
I'm sorry, I'm not intruding, am I?
- No, not at all.
We just weren't expecting any visitors.
Come in.
- Thank you.
You'll have to forgive
my manners, Miss Darrow.
- Dr. Darrow.
You wrote that book, didn't you?
- Oh, my. You haven't read it, have you?
- No, but I just saw in Robert's office.
- This is Eve.
My name's Lewis, by the way.
- Yes, I know.
They told me that you would be here
and I've been waiting quite
anxiously for you to arrive.
- I'm afraid I don't understand.
- Robert and I have been
collaborating on some research
and I was hoping to come here
and salvage some of his files.
It would be a shame to see
his hard work go to waste.
- Actually, it would be kind of helpful
to have a pair of professional eyes
going over all that stuff.
I don't know what's
important and what's not.
- Well, maybe we can
help each other out then.
How does that sound?
(suspenseful music)
(sighs) Is this where he...
- Yeah.
- Well, I guess we should get started.
(papers rustling)
So I understand you're a teacher.
- Actually, I'm a substitute teacher now.
How'd you know that?
- Robert told me.
He talked about you quite often.
- He did?
- You were the only family he had.
What does Eve do?
- She's a model.
- I'm not surprised.
- Sorry. I'm late.
(papers rustling)
- What's all that?
- You told me to write down my dreams.
So I did.
I remember now.
(intense music)
So, what do you think?
- I think this is what we
usually call a breakthrough.
- But what does it mean?
- Well, there's a lot of dream imagery
that many believe to be universal.
I think it's a little
different for each of us
and we just need to figure
out what it means for you.
Unfortunately, that's all
the time we have right now.
I think you've made
remarkable progress today.
- I don't feel any better.
- Oh, not yet maybe, but I'm sure you will
over the sessions that follow.
In the meantime, you'll keep
writing down the dreams?
- Yes.
- I'll see you next week then.
(suspenseful music)
Soon will be made manifest
all that is hidden.
(traffic whirring)
- All right.
All right, I'll see you then. Bye.
Can I help you?
- Well, actually I was
just wondering about
the painting in the window.
(soft jazz music)
- That's not for sale.
- I just wanna know where you got the idea
for that painting.
- Well, most of my paintings
are studies of found objects.
- Oh so you painted it from a real object.
- The box is from a dream I had.
- Really?
Someone I know recently
drew a sketch of a box
from a dream that he had
- A box is hardly an unusual image.
In fact, it's kind of an archetype.
- No, you don't understand.
He didn't draw a box, um...
(briefcase clacking)
He drew that box.
- Well he must have copied my painting.
- How long has you're
painting been on display?
- Since yesterday.
- I've had this sketch for a week.
- How is that possible?
- I don't know.
(papers crinkling)
I'm sure it's just a coincidence.
To speak
(traffic whirring)
(papers crinkling)
Hello?
Steve?
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(Robert gasps)
(doorbell rings)
Yes?
- You need to sign for this.
(indistinct chattering)
(pen scratching)
Be careful.
It's heavy.
(Robert grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(scissor scraping)
(papers rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
No!
(clock ticking)
(lock clattering)
(screwdriver clacks)
(Lewis grunts)
(Lewis sighs)
- Fuck you.
(screwdriver clatters)
(clock ticking)
(intense music)
Eve?
How long has this been going on?
- Two months.
Do you think there's
something wrong with me?
- No.
- Can I tell you anything?
- Of course you can.
- Promise not to hate me?
- How could I hate you?
- The first time we made love,
do you remember?
- I remember.
- The first few times, not every time...
You don't wanna hear this.
- No, I need to hear this.
(suspenseful music)
- You'd be inside of me,
and I'd be looking at you,
there'd be something wrong with your face,
with your eyes.
And I'd have to try so
hard to hide from you
that I was scared.
I could see you in a different way.
(Eve cries)
And then you'd smile at me.
And I wouldn't wanna look at you
but I'd have to because
you were on top of me.
And you'd just smile.
But your eyes.
Your eyes were wrong.
You do think there's something
wrong with me, don't you?
- No, no, of course not.
It was a new relationship then.
We didn't really know each other yet.
You were scared for lots of things.
It makes sense.
There's nothing wrong with you.
Dr. Darrow is a specialist
in sleep disorders, Eve.
- I don't feel right.
- No, please.
Eve, I'd be happy to help.
You both have been so helpful to me.
It's the least I could do.
Why don't we just talk for a bit,
nothing formal, just a chat.
And if you don't feel
comfortable, we can stop.
All right?
- All right.
- I'll be in the office.
- So tell me about the first time
you had one of these dreams.
Alone in the dark
Inside, no way out
You both took this ride, trapped
(creepy industrial music)
Windows closed
Pain, pain
Splintered souls, shards of truth
Shattered pieces on my noose
Mirror, horror
Soiled progress
Subterfuge, sex crime virtually
End of line
With entropy
Meat puppet, missing time
Rape and murder
Dark side, hurt some fools
Hanging, hung, electric city
Sad town eyes
Sadistic, sadistic
Static, static
- I'm so sorry. I didn't
realize you couldn't hear me.
- That's okay.
- Roger Keith.
- Yeah. It's a pretty strange stuff.
It doesn't seem like
Robert's kind of music.
- No, it had something to do
with his patient's dreams.
Not sure what the connection was.
- So how's it going with Eve?
- It's good, but we've
just scratched the surface.
We're taking a break.
She's been under a lot of stress.
- Really?
- Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?
- All right, go ahead.
- Personal questions.
- Anything to help Eve.
(creepy industrial music continues)
- Would you think it fair to say
that you've put Eve on a pedestal?
- Well, maybe a bit, but she's perfect.
- Nobody's perfect, Lewis.
- I know that, but she's
as close as they come.
She's everything I've
ever wanted in a woman.
After they made her, they broke the mold.
- Then you're lucky to have found her.
- She came along at just
the right time in my life.
(door thumps)
(melancholy music)
(door creaking)
(phone ringing)
(dresser thumping)
Hello?
- [Eve] You're late.
- [Lewis] Not quite.
- [Eve] I've been waiting half an hour.
- [Lewis] Who am I talking to?
- It's Eve. Who did you think it was?
I, oh, I must have the wrong number.
I'm sorry.
- Don't hang up.
(soft music)
- Why shouldn't I?
- Because I'll kill myself you do.
- Well, we can't have that now, can we?
- It was just a wrong
number, total coincidence.
But it changed my life.
- You and Robert were a lot alike.
- What do you mean?
- Well, for one thing, he was
fascinated by coincidences.
I guess certain things
just run in the family.
Don't they?
- We had nothing in common.
(upbeat country music)
(customers chattering)
If you're wondering
what's underneath the tree
Crawling around the presents like
The kids out on their knees
Close your eyes and try to guess
- Robert, Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
I get you, you get me
- Oh.
Do you want to sit down?
We'll cuddle up until the light
- I'm sorry, Catherine.
I know I've been a bit preoccupied lately.
- It's okay.
I know you can really throw
yourself into your work.
It's just I usually hear from you
if you aren't gonna make it out.
Um, I got you something.
Here.
- It's your book. It's terrific.
- I know it's not a proper present,
but I wanted you to be the
first person to get a copy.
I hope it helps
with your patient.
- Oh, that's great.
The trouble is I can't get ahold of him,
and it's been almost three months
and I just can't track him down.
- I hope he's all right.
I hope you're all right.
- Oh, I'm fine.
Really.
Just a lot to think about.
What happens under the
tree stays under the tree
(woman giggles)
- Well open it.
("Carol of the Bells")
(customers chattering)
(traffic whirring)
(soft holiday music)
- Good night, Catherine.
- Good night, Robert.
Good night.
(suspenseful music)
(coins jangling)
(coins clattering)
- [Man] We know that you know.
- What did you say?
- [Man] Has he opened it yet?
- Opened what?
(man laughing)
- Eve, have you ever
considered the possibility
that Lewis might just
be a different person
than you think he is?
- No. No, he's not.
- We're all more than one person, really.
Like we have two hands
and sometimes we use one
and sometimes the other,
but they're both our hands.
(pills rattling)
(suspenseful music)
Do you see what I'm saying?
(Robert sighs)
(snarling)
(mirror shattering)
(static white noise)
(button clicks)
(Robert groaning)
(static white noise)
- "Several years ago, I
began to treat a patient
who for obvious reasons,
cannot be identified.
She had been involved in a criminal trial
but was acquitted on the grounds
that there was insufficient
evidence to convict her.
(eerie music)
She always maintained her innocence
but so profound was her guilt complex
that she withdrew almost
entirely from society."
- Three things.
First of all, what I have
to tell you, is true.
Secondly, I am not insane,
but it would be better if I was.
And third, you must not repeat
a word of this to anyone,
(typewriter clattering)
we're as good as dead if you do.
If you don't wanna know
the truth, then look away.
(men screaming)
A hidden history is about to be unveiled.
(creepy music)
Do you know the word "sword principle?"
That words written down or said aloud
can cause certain
outcomes or consequences.
Even if they were meant to
prevent those consequences.
(suspenseful music)
You see, just by warning you,
I'm helping them achieve their goals.
Who's there?
Who are they?
They're us, but they're not us.
We're becoming them.
And they want us to follow
them like sadistic idiots,
down the dark path, straight
to a hell of our own making.
(Jane screams)
(gun fires)
(creepy laughing)
There are three things that
must occur for this to happen.
One, the creation and
destruction of primordial matter.
Two, the killing of the king.
And three,
(typewriter clattering)
the making manifest of all that is hidden.
This is their ultimate goal.
The revelation of the method.
And it is happening right now.
Even as you read my words.
Even if you believe them just a little.
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Girl] Jane?
Jane, why did you do it?
Why did you let us die there alone?
(children laughing)
(typewriter clattering)
Jane?
Jane?
- Leave me alone.
I did everything I could.
- [Girl] That's what you told everyone.
You were the reason we never
got out of those woods.
Aren't you, Jane?
- No.
No!
- [Girl] You were the real reason.
- No!
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thumps)
(gun firing)
(gun clacks)
(door thumping)
(door smashes)
- You're the reason we
died, aren't you, big sis?
(gun fires)
You should have died that day.
You should have died, not us.
- I tried.
I did everything I could.
- You killed us.
You did with it with that.
- There was nothing
else I could do for you.
There was nothing else I could do!
The daily horror show,
once seen only in secret,
(wood smashing)
but now slowly revealed while we watch
in deep, frozen apathy
as the hidden history
our real history is put on display.
(wood smashing)
When this happens,
(gun fires)
(wood clattering)
when all that was hidden
(gun fires)
is hidden no longer.
And you can watch with disinterest
as wars, genocides, mind controls,
decapitations, chemical spills,
and sexual atrocities occur
right in front of you.
When you can just sit there and watch,
then all is lost.
(trigger clicks)
(Jane screams)
- Easy, easy.
I'm not gonna hurt ya.
(suspenseful music)
(light switch clicks)
(suspenseful music continues)
(man screams)
(fire crackling)
(light clacks)
- [Jane Voiceover] I've ruined everything.
- Jane Palmer, Downsview, Canada.
(suspenseful music)
- Jane Palmer.
It's the same person.
Catherine's patient and the woman
who wrote this letter, Jane Palmer.
- Hello?
- Catherine, we have to talk.
- Robert? What time is it?
- It doesn't matter, listen,
that patient in your book,
her name was Jade Palmer.
She told you about something.
- What are you talking about?
- She told you about a box.
Did you see it yourself?
Did you touch it?
- Robert, the box wasn't real.
It was a metaphor she
used to contain her guilt.
She, how do you know her name?
I don't think we should
be talking about this.
- Is it him?
- Shh.
He doesn't know.
Robert? Are you there?
- I shouldn't have called.
- [Lewis Voicemail] Hi, it's Lewis.
Leave a message.
(voicemail beeps)
- Lewis, it's Robert.
Your brother.
I know we haven't spoken in a long time
but I need to talk to someone and I,
I don't know who else I can turn to.
- It's funny.
I wouldn't dream of saying
these things to Lewis.
- Don't you think that's
precisely what you dream about.
- Excuse me.
- Think about it.
You dream about a threatening man,
a stranger who enters your
bedroom as if he owns the place
and molests you and you don't
resist or even speak out.
- I can't.
I want to, but I can't.
- Exactly, just like you
want to talk to Lewis,
but you can't, you're
too intimidated by him.
You're terrified of disappointing him.
So you remain silent and go
along with whatever Lewis wants.
- Not always.
Are you saying that this
stranger I dream about
is really just Lewis?
- You don't feel you really know Lewis
or that he really knows you.
On the surface, you have
a great relationship
but clearly there are problems,
problems you can't talk about.
- Sometimes I don't think he treats me
like I'm a real person.
I mean, I know he loves me,
but sometimes I'm afraid
it isn't really me he loves,
but this other person he thinks I am.
And I'm afraid she doesn't exist.
Does that make sense to you?
- Eve, you've made
tremendous progress already.
I really feel some walls coming down,
but before you can even think about
sorting out your relationship with Lewis,
Lewis has to come to
terms with his own past,
no matter how painful that may be.
- You mean dealing with
the fact that his father
led a double life?
- Yes. Well that, but also
the incident at the school.
He still won't accept any
responsibility for what happened.
- What are you talking about?
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Lewis told me you knew all about it.
- About what?
(bus rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(creepy music box jingle)
(child vocalizing)
(knocks)
(door opens)
- What do you want?
- I'm sorry
to disturb you, ma'am.
I'm trying to locate someone,
a woman named Jane Palmer.
- I don't have it.
- Have what?
- You know what I'm talking about.
I know you know.
- I just wanna talk to Jane.
- She's dead.
- I'm sorry.
- And she killed her own sister.
She killed Sharon.
And she made up all those
crazy stories about it.
Now go away and please don't come back.
(suspenseful music continues)
(door opens)
Take it.
- I-
- Take it.
It's all that's left of her.
(door closes)
(woman laughing)
- Eve?
(clock ticking)
Eve? Are you awake?
- [Lewis And Jane] "The
story you are about
to be told is true.
It is the account of a tragedy
that befell four young
women in the autumn of 1987.
- [Jane Voiceover] I
was one of those women.
This is my story and it's the
only account of that tragedy
you will ever hear.
The other three girls
are all dead or worse.
(suspenseful music)
It's especially tragic
because we were all so young
and so full of hope.
And now all I have left is a nightmare.
A nightmare I can never wake up from.
- That's what happens when two sisters
are hot for the same guy.
- As if!
- Come on you two.
If this place is so great, how
come nobody ever comes here?
- Oh, there used to be
a mine or something.
But after it got shut down, the town died
and people stopped coming.
Oh, turn here.
(soft country music)
- Is that even a road?
- Come on, Gail.
We'll take the road less traveled by.
- Are you stoned?
- I mean, just a little.
(both laughing)
Should have never left you
Should have never left you
Should have never left you here
(ominous rock music)
- I thought you knew the way?
I think we should turn back.
Oh.
I don't believe it.
- (sighs) You must've missed a turn.
- I didn't miss a turn.
And make her disappear
You look almost real when the sun hits
I wonder if I could marry you
Girl never, that is a lie
Explaining your preference
Ask the mirror too
- Did you see that?
- What?
- (gasps) Look out!
(body smashing)
(tires screech)
I suppose I will believe her
She was my longest lasting affair.
(Gail sobbing)
- We have to go see if he's okay.
(door opens)
(Gail sobbing)
Oh my God.
Look what we did to his face.
- I saw his face before he-
- Is he dead?
- No, but he's hurt pretty bad.
- No shit.
- We need to go for help.
- We can't just leave him here.
- Then you stay with him.
- Why me?
- It's okay, Jane.
I'll stay with you.
- I'll find the nearest phone
and then I'll come right back.
- Just hurry.
(crow cawing)
(Gail sobbing)
- Gail,
we're going for help, and I'm driving.
- (sobbing) Is he dead?
- No, but we have to go right away.
(Gail sobbing)
Come on, Gail. Get in the car.
(Gail retching)
Gail!
I'm going.
(Gail sobbing)
Oh, I gotta go.
(jeep starting)
(engine revving)
- Poor Gail.
- I saw his face before he hit the glass.
- Yeah.
- It was...
(intense music)
(man screaming)
- Oh my God! Did we do that?
- We have to find it.
- Why?
- Because they can reattach
it if we find it in time.
- So we have to look for this guy's arm?
- If it was lying here,
wouldn't you want someone-
- Yes, okay, fine.
- We'll have to check the woods.
- Where are you going?
- We're just looking for something.
- Looking for what?
- Don't worry about it.
- This is not happening to me.
- It could be anywhere.
Let's try the other side of the road.
- It's gonna get dark soon.
- That's why we have to find it now.
- And we don't even have
a flashlight, do we?
- Yes, we do.
It's in the car.
(Gail sobbing)
- His arm is missing.
- That's what we're looking for.
Gail, we know you're upset
but this isn't helping.
Just help us find the arm.
- I can't do that.
(Jane sighs)
(Gail sobbing)
(suspenseful music)
I found it.
What's wrong?
(intense music)
- Sharon!
- Jane!
- Sharon?
Sharon!
- Don't leave me alone!
(suspenseful music)
- Sharon!
(Gail sobbing)
Gail, come on. Hurry up.
- I can't. I can't.
- Gail.
Gail?
(leaves cracking)
What?
(intense music)
(man grunting)
(blade stabbing)
(blood dripping)
(blade scrapes)
(body thumps)
(footsteps pattering)
(intense music)
(men screaming)
(swords clinking)
(ax whacks)
- We must hurry!
(wind whistling)
I did not expect so many
of them to be about.
At first light, we must leave.
- What about my sister?
(man sighs)
- We must rest. (sighs)
Must sleep while we can.
(suspenseful music)
- [Woman] Jane!
Jane!
Jane!
(Jane gasping)
Jane!
- It's my sister!
- Be silent.
Be still.
- [Woman] Jane!
Jane!
(Jane gasps)
(body thuds)
- Believe me, that wasn't your sister.
They're making sport of you.
It's their way.
I've seen it many times.
Their greatest delight is
drawing people like you
into that clutches so they can debase you,
straw you.
Will devour you.
Sleep well.
(suspenseful music)
(clattering)
This is why I came here.
To retrieve something and
move to a safer hiding place.
Many years ago, a group of brave men
were dispatched to this new world
with but one task,
to hide something.
But their ships were caught on the ice
The survivors continued inland,
dying one by one until only one was left.
This is what those men
gave their lives for.
(suspenseful music)
That last man thinking his death was near,
opened this box.
And what he saw
cannot be described,
but he knew that the box
must never be opened again.
And now I'm passing it on to you.
(Jane screams)
(gun fires)
(Jane gasps)
You must take it with you
and keep it your secret.
Without the key, it cannot be opened.
I will distract them so you can escape.
- No, I don't believe any of this.
You're crazy.
(door opens)
(man growling)
(sword slices)
(head thuds)
(intense music)
You must go now!
(head snarling)
The box. The box!
(suspenseful music)
Go toward the sunlight.
Go!
(man screams)
(Jane breathes heavily)
- Rachel!
(Jane sobbing)
(Jane sobbing)
(suspenseful music)
(window shatters)
(intense music)
(door closes)
(engine revving)
(machete clanks)
(Janet screaming)
(tires screeching)
Then for one
beautiful moment,
I thought I was about to die a quick death
and that everything would be over for me.
That was the last peaceful
moment I've ever known.
And will likely ever know.
Death is kinder than they are.
(tires screeching)
- Miss, are you okay?"
(Janet whimpering)
(suspenseful music)
(clock ticking)
- Lewis?
(Eve gasps)
(intense music)
Lewis, I can't...
- It's okay.
It was just a dream.
- Louis, please check the room.
Please.
You didn't check the closet.
- Right. The closet.
How could I forget?
(Robert screams)
(intense music)
(Lewis gasping)
- What is it?
What's wrong?
- Just a dream.
- About what?
- It was about my brother.
(static white noise)
(knocking on door)
- Oh, my God. Robert.
- I need to talk to you.
- Come in.
(static white noise)
- No, please just leave it.
- All right.
Sit down.
Something's happened, Robert.
What is it? What's happened?
- I think I'm losing my mind, Catherine.
I think I'm going insane.
- When's the last time you slept?
- I don't know.
- Your heart's racing.
Are you on something?
What are you taking?
- Ah, amobarbital, diphenhydramine,
methamphetamine, hydroxyzine.
- Jesus, Robert.
You have to tell me what's going on.
You have to tell me what happened.
- I've discovered the truth.
- What truth?
- I can't tell you that.
You'd be in too much danger.
It's best not to know
the truth, Catherine.
It's best not to see the whole picture.
- You're not making any sense.
- Listen to me, Catherine
I have to do something important.
You're going to hear things about me
and I don't want you to believe them.
This is the last time I'll see you.
And I need to tell you
something before I go.
- Robert, you have to
tell me what's going on.
Are you in trouble?
What's happening?
What truth have you discovered?
Robert, please talk to me.
It will all be easier
if you just talk to me.
- No, it won't!
- Whatever it is, I can help.
I know I can.
- You can't.
I put it all together, Catherine.
I figured it out and now it's too late.
- Figured out what?
- I just came to tell you.
- Tell me what?
I love you, Catherine.
I always have.
The last thing I ever
wanted to do was hurt you.
But if I don't do this,
you will be hurt.
- Oh, Robert.
You need help.
I have to call someone.
Don't move.
Hi, it's Catherine.
(suspenseful music)
Yes. I know what time it is.
Listen, it's Robert.
- Robert?
- He's here.
- What, now?
- Yes, now.
He says he knows the truth.
I can't be sure but I think he's close to-
- [Man On Phone] Just tell
him to go home and call-
- Look, I can't deal
with him all by myself.
If we don't act now, we'll lose him.
- All right, all right.
Just give me 20 minutes.
(intense music)
(indistinct voice)
(phone clatters)
(head thuds)
(Robert gasping)
- Oh, my God.
(Robert whimpering)
(knife clacks)
- Catherine?
What's going on?
Catherine? Robert?
Are you there? Pick up the phone.
- There's something I've
been trying to remember.
Something that happened.
- You mean in one of your dreams?
- No. Before that.
- Something from your childhood?
- No, just before I met Lewis.
This is so frustrating. I'm sorry.
I can't remember.
- Eve, you're on the verge
of a tremendous personal discovery,
but something's holding you back.
- I think you're right.
- That makes this all the more difficult
for me to have to say,
but I'm afraid that this is going
to have to be our last session.
(suspenseful music)
I'm sorry.
It's just that I have my
own life to get back to.
Is there another therapist you can see?
- I've never been able
to open up to anyone
like I have with you.
- I'm glad to hear that.
And I'd really like to see this through.
You're so close.
You know, there is one
more thing we could try.
It's not standard practice,
but on more than a few occasions,
I've used hypnosis on my patients
and quite successfully, I might add.
- I don't know about that.
- Forget all that stuff
you see in the movies.
Hypnosis is a powerful tool.
It will help you remember the
things you need to remember.
(suspenseful music continues)
If you're not comfortable, I understand.
But otherwise, we've
gone as far as we can go.
It's up to you.
- All right.
(static buzzing)
- I want to apologize to
whoever gets this message.
I want to apologize for
destroying your life.
(Robert whimpering)
(gun fires)
(Robert whimpering)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
(static white noise)
- There's someone else in the room.
Eve!
Eve!
- Doctor go?
(Eve groaning)
(doorknob clattering)
Eve?
(door smashes)
(intense music)
(Eve groaning)
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Let go of her!
(Eve groaning)
Get off of her! Let her go!
(hand slaps)
(Eve groaning)
Stop it!
(box whacks)
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
(suspenseful music)
(creepy breathing)
(Eve yelps)
(door opens and closes)
- We're out of here.
- Is she dead?
- I don't know.
(engine starting)
(static white noise)
It guards our thoughts.
Keeps them out of our heads.
(static white noise grows louder)
(suspenseful music)
(traffic whirring)
(crickets chirping)
(static white noise)
The answer is in that
box, but we need the key.
And the key is in those woods.
Jane Palmer, Michael Ballard, Roger Keith.
My brother.
My brother.
They all found something out.
But they got too close to the truth
and they couldn't handle it
because it wasn't meant for them.
It was meant for us.
We were singled out for some reason.
I love you.
From the first moment I ever saw you.
From the first moment I heard your voice.
I've always loved you.
(static white noise continues)
- We're being followed.
- I don't see anyone.
(suspenseful music)
Just like Jane Palmer wrote.
(keys jangle)
(seatbelt clacks)
- We should turn back.
- This way.
(suspenseful music continues)
(birds chirping)
He's got the key.
- You're not gonna open it.
(creepy music box jingle)
What?
- Listen.
- Are there children...
Are there children out here?
- Come on.
- I knew you'd come.
(creepy music box jingle continues)
Sooner or later.
- You're not my brother.
(suspenseful music)
- Don't you mean half-brother?
- You're not him.
- I thought you would have
figured it out by now, Lewis.
The world is not what it seems.
You haven't opened it yet.
- No.
- Then why don't you
just give it to me then
and save yourself some grief.
- No.
- Lewis, if you knew what was in that box,
you'd turn to jelly.
So do yourself a favor
and just hand it over.
No questions asked.
- And none answered either.
- Give me the goddamn box!
Okay.
Lewis, you've done well to get this far.
I mean it.
Our father would be proud of you.
But the game is over.
- This isn't a game.
- Of course it's a game.
Think about it.
Catherine could have taken the box
from you right away, back at the house.
- But she didn't.
There must be a reason.
- Of course there's a reason.
It'd be like taking candy from a baby.
Where's the fun in that?
- Fun?
- (chuckles) We love watching
people go over the edge.
When their world falls apart,
like yours did, Lewis,
when you found Catherine with Eve.
She doesn't sound like that with you.
Does she?
In fact, you've never
even given her an orgasm.
- That's not true.
- Well, that's what you told your doctor.
Don't you remember?
Oh, I'm sorry.
That was supposed to
be a secret, wasn't it?
Oh, well that's okay.
She wasn't a real doctor
and you're not a real patient.
Playing doctor sure is fun.
- Who are you?
- Who do you think I am?
- Tell me who you are.
Tell me what you want.
- I can't just tell you.
If you want those answers,
you'll have to open the box,
but I warn you,
you won't like what you find.
- You're full of shit.
- Lewis, you got two choices.
You can give me the box and the key
and then see if you can find
your way out of these woods,
find your car and go home.
And then you can try to lead a normal life
as if there none of this ever happened.
I wish you luck with that.
- Give him the box, Lewis.
I wanna go home.
- Or? The second choice?
- I wanna go home, Lewis. Please.
- Or you can open the box.
You can finally know the truth.
The whole story.
Things your brother could only guess at.
You can know things
that no one else knows.
- Lewis.
I don't want you to know those things.
- What's the catch?
- No catch.
Well, one catch, I suppose.
The truth will either set you free
or it will destroy you,
because once you know the truth,
you can not know it.
Do you know what I mean?
- Yes. I know what you mean.
- I thought you would.
You can try to fool yourself
or convince yourself otherwise,
but once that box is opened,
there's no closing it.
And it can be lonely knowing the truth.
It can be very lonely.
- Lewis, please.
- All kidding aside, Lewis.
I wouldn't open that box if I was you.
Some people just
aren't cut out for the truth.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Lewis, no.
- I've got to know.
- Don't.
- It's just a box.
What could possibly be in it?
- [Eve] No.
(lock clicks)
(clock ticking)
(intense music)
(thunderous explosion)
Death has come, thy will be done
I will be done
Dead, blind, only a person
Drinking blood, crossing
hearts from the wounds
At a girls house, tit mouse
Toxic humans, bend them
bones, blood and snow
Static, solo, no tomorrow
Breaking branches
Static, static, static, static
In your attic, static
(intense music)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
- Don't say I didn't warn you.
- Lewis.
Why are you looking at me like that?
- Because he knows the truth.
- What do you mean?
- Eve. Look inside yourself.
You know the truth too.
- No.
- Yes.
Yes.
- Leave her alone.
- Why?
She has no feelings.
- I have feelings.
I'm a person.
My life is important too.
- What life?
You're just a picture in a magazine.
- Leave her alone.
- I told you not to open the box, Lewis.
You could have gone on living the dream,
but no, you had to know the truth.
- I'm a person.
I am a person.
- Are you sure?
- I'm real and I'm not
gonna listen to this.
- Would a real person worry so much
about whether she was real or not?
- You can't do this to me.
- Why not?
You're nothing.
Nothing.
- Stop it.
Or I'll kill you.
- You better say bye to
your dream girl first.
- Just shut up!
(intense music)
- Do you really think somebody
could dial the wrong number
and reach you on the brink of suicide,
and it just happens to be
the girl of your dreams
and she's single?
Why would someone like
her love someone like you?
You know the truth, don't you?
You know she's not real.
She's too good to be true.
It's just like you said,
"After we made her, we broke the mold."
- No, Lewis, you didn't say that.
Tell me you didn't say that.
- Where is she?
Where'd she go?
(laughs) Who might you be talking about?
- Where is she?
- You should see the look on your face.
- Tell me where she is.
Please.
- She's gone, Lewis.
She's gone.
(suspenseful music)
- Why would you do this to me?
- Why do people
go fishing?
(intense music)
(Robert laughing)
(head shatters)
- Eve? Eve?
Eve!
(intense music)
Eve!
(suspenseful music)
(insects chirping)
(seagulls squawking)
(waves lapping)
(water splashing)
(static white noise)
(intense music)
(soft music)
So young
So young at the start
So strong that it left its mark
Upon our hearts so young
La, la, la, la, la
So strong
So strong we had no choice
We're pulled along
by the ancient voice
Of girls and boys so young
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
It's hard to believe that time
Can heal us all inside
And bring to mind
These feelings that have died
Remember in the way we
felt about each other
Love is like a rising sun
It's in her eyes