All language subtitles for Rise- Blood Hunter [2007] 1080p BluRay - PEGASUS (1)

[smooth jazz plays]

Vodka, straight up.

- My name's Collette.
- Collette? What is that? French, I guess?

Wow. You sure know your stuff.

Paris.

I'm Lloyd. I'm from Fresno.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance, Lloyd.

Collette - pretty name
for a pretty miss.

It is "Miss", isn't it?

Cut the cute stuff, Lloyd.
I'm available.

All you gotta do is pay.

Another drink for her,
same for me.

Couldn't help but overhear
your chitchat there.

Not sure Mrs Lloyd from Fresno
would appreciate you dropping this.

Um...

- Can I help you in some way?
- Pretty sure not.

Excuse me, the gentleman
and I are having a conversation.

Doesn't look that gentle to me.

What do you want?

I wanna take you home.

[Colette] It's only my third week
on the job.

The hours are flexible.
The guys are all right.

Convention folks, mostly.
Computer software, that sort of thing.

You don't look like
you sell software.

I don't.

Whoa! Are you a movie star?

[Colette whistles]

This place is great.

- Uh... what's in the bag?
- Toys.

Wow.

- Do you have a butler?
- Get undressed. I wanna see you.

Everything.

They're real.

It's a scandal.

This is, uh, strictly against the rules.

Are your hands clean?

Excuse me?

I'm a little weird about that.

Please wash them.

With soap.

It's in the shower.

You did good.

Now leave us.

- Aren't you forgetting something?
- I don't forget.

After I've done with her.

- That wasn't the deal.
- Don't be trivial. It's below you.

Try to relax, sweetness.

Tension makes the flesh
unpleasantly tough.

Tell me where Bishop is
and I'm gone.

In due time.
Now leave me with her.

Maybe I'm not making myself clear.

You forget, this is just a body.

Inside,

I am your superior in every...

Enough!

That's the spirit.

Feel better now?

1653 Kenny Drive.

That's where he is.

Now go.

[Collette whimpers]

Mr Harrison.

One more thing.

See you in hell.

Now I feel better.

You're bruised and scared, but alive,
that's the important part. What's your name?

What's your real name?

That man was going to eat you, and I don't
mean the euphemism for oral sex.

What's your real name?

[sobs] Franny! Franny!
Franny! Franny!

Franny, you're gonna get dressed
and you're gonna walk out of here,

and you'll never tell a soul about me.
If you do, look me straight in the eye,

if you do, I will find out about it
and I will come after you.

Take this.

[Franny] Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- Find yourself a real job, OK?
- I swear, I'll never do this again.

- Go.
- I promise.

- Thank you.
- I said go!

[thud]

Hello!

Hello!

Anybody!

Please help me!

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

I swear, I'm not gonna let her
drink the water.

OK, but I may let her
eat the worm.

I'm kidding. OK.

All right, she's on the other line,
I gotta go.

OK, I love you too. Bye.

Sorry, that was Mom. She's worried
I'm gonna corrupt you in Mexico.

Yeah, OK.

Well, I'll see you tonight.
OK, Miss Valedictorian.

All right, I love you. Bye.

Hey. You wanted to see me?

What do you ask for every week
but never get?

- Boyfriend who makes chocolate souffle?
- Hot of the press. You made the cover.

Oh, my God!

- I'm so proud of you.
- I can't believe it.

It creeped me out. You're getting good
at infiltrating freak shows.

Tell me about it.
This one really got under my skin.

- Are we celebrating tonight?
- I can't.

I'm taking my sister and mom
out to dinner.

Your family's really getting in the way
of your social life.

- What?
- [man] Is Sadie there?

I really gotta show her
something over here.

Remember that shy girl that wouldn't let
herself be interviewed by the others?

Yeah. Tricia.
I called that number she gave me, but...

- But it wasn't a phone number.
- She was blowing me off.

Yeah, makes sense. But I typed in the
number twice and I came to a bookmark.

So I followed it to some dorky home page
filled with wacky links.

I don't mean to be a girl about this,
but you lost me on "bookmark".

OK.

So I followed the links and they led me to
dead ends, 404s, but the line kept going.

And then I started hitting passwords.
A basic job I could hack no sweat, but

Ethan, brilliant man with monk-like
patience, tell me what you found.

That's it?

Three hours I...

Three hours I could have spent watching
Brazilian porn or '70s wrestling, gone.

But then I realised that in fact this page
is covered by a transparent image map.

- And this invisible map leads to?
- Bam.

An address in Koreatown.
And, lucky you,

a slot just opened up
in my hectic evening schedule.

- Maybe I'll meet some cute Goth chick.
- Ethan, that's so sweet,

but the story's finished.
My sister just graduated from high school

and I'm taking her to Mexico
for three days for sun and margaritas.

Hey, come on.

Aren't you a little curious?

A little, but these kids are posers. It's
Dungeons & Dragons with nipple rings.

It's funny at first then it's depressing
as hell. I'm done with it.

OK.

- Did you get that gift for Mom?
- I put it in the luggage.

Oh, OK, good.

Ethan, I know you're screening.

I'm in Koreatown.

Pick up.
Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Hello?

[flies buzzing]

[flies buzzing]

[screams]

- What are you doing here?
- Nothing. Let go of me!

You are not meant to be here.

You're right, so let...
Ow! Let go of me, please.

Ethan?

Shit, Ethan.

Ethan?

[buzzer/knock on door]

[man] Hello.

I didn't mean to startle you.
I'm a friend of Ethan's.

Oh, hi.

I came to drop off his mail.

- I live just down the hallway.
- That's nice.

I guess I'll just go.

Brought your purse
from down the hallway, huh?

- Excuse me.
- You looking for your pepper spray?

That's not a very neighbourly gesture.

Do I look like a rapist?

No, I just... well...

Look, whatever.

- Look...
- I'm looking. You can stop saying that.

Sadie Blake.

- What do you want?
- I wanna take you for a drive.

- How do you know who you are?
- Minor detail.

We could do this the easy way,
but where would be the fun in that?

[screams]

I didn't mean to startle you.

Bishop's almost ready.

Sadie Blake in the flesh.

You know, I loved your article.

That bit about the music
the kids listen to, the sludge metal.

And the pig's blood cocktails,
that was great.

So what are you,
an obsessed reader?

You're prettier than I expected.

- Why am I here?
- To answer some questions.

I don't know anything.

- Really?
- I swear to God.

OK.

- What is that?
- Ethan's head.

- Don't tell me that.
- Take a look.

[screams]

You're gonna die too. I'm not going to lie,
so tell me what you know.

I don't know anything,
you fucking pig!

Now, that was uncalled for.
I understand you're upset!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

God is away doing God errands.

It's just us here. So stop being a baby
and tell me what Tricia told you.

Nothing!
She didn't tell me anything.

Ethan found an address on some website.
That's all she told me. I swear!

I wouldn't raise your voice with me
if I were you.

Who else did you share this with?

Nobody.
I didn't take it seriously.

I read about it in the newspaper.

Do you know who I am?

- What we are?
- I... I swear to you, I don't.

You did good.

Really good.

You're a brave girl.

You know, I've been around
for a long time.

Met a lot of people, seen them
do horrible things to each other,

so I'm not so high
on the human race as a whole.

But you're all right.

Time to go.

I'm gonna need a little longer.

- I don't mind sharing.
- No! No!

Up.

No! Please!

Sex and murder are the only
real pleasures left to man, Sadie.

They fight against them all their lives
and die unfulfilled.

But when you're one of us,
the two are perfectly fused into one.

- We're lucky.
- Please don't do this.

- You don't even know what "this" is.
- I don't wanna die.

I've done you no harm.
I'm a good person.

Hippy talk, Sadie.
Good and evil are just imaginary friends.

Wait. Let's talk about this.

[Bishop] Sexy Sadie,
my sweet and tender prey.

I honestly don't know
what to do first

fuck you or kill you.

Kill her first.

[screams]

It's all right.

[police radio]

Oh, please.
Get the fuck out of here, will you?

Clyde, what the hell
are you doing here?

Couldn't sleep.

You'd better go home.

- Who is she?
- Don't know yet. No ID. Nothing.

Go home.
I'm gonna get someone to drive you.

I'm fine.

A DUI is the last thing you need.

Go home to your wife.
Get as far away from this as you can.

I'll keep you posted.

[woman sobs]

I need Mrs Blake
to sign some forms.

[banging]

Come on, Sadie,
you don't need it that bad.

Thanks a bunch. God!

Where are you headed?

Santa Barbara, but, you know,
anywhere north works, really.

- I'm Alex.
- Is that where you're from?

Uh, San Diego, but I'm just visiting
some buddies from law school.

We had a little... a little party
before next semester.

You like it toasty.

That's cool.

Are you hungry?

I'm good, thanks.

Listen, you're not a cop, are you?

Do I look like a cop?

They wish.

No, no, no, no. I'm just asking
cos I was going to offer you some weed.

Oh, you go ahead, I don't mind.

OK.

So, Alex, you got a wife?

No.

Any kids depending on you?

Not that I know of.

What about a girlfriend?

No, not really.

What you doing?

You heard that saying,
"Gas, grass or ass"?

I've seen the bumper sticker.

Well, with me, you get all three.

- Actually, I do have a girlfriend.
- We all have our problems, Alex.

OK, look,
I'm gonna take one more hit, OK?

OK, don't mind me.

Wow.

[thunder crashes]

[Alex screams]

Coming in
or are you just gonna watch?

I believe the proper term
is "feast my eyes".

Feast?
Nobody's ever called me a feast before.

I would forego all the brides in heaven
to feast my eyes on you,

throw my arms around you
and take you home.

You've already got me home.

So why don't you
throw a towel instead?

What time is the party tonight?

Midnight.

When in the world do you eat?
Don't you ever get hungry?

I eat.

So tell me about your family.

I don't really
talk to my dad much.

My mom's remarried
and she lives in Reno.

And I have a sister who was born
a minute earlier than me.

She's a real freak, though.

I was always like the goody two-shoes
and she was very adventurous.

She'll never believe me
when I tell her about you.

- How do you mean?
- Come on.

A straight, single, rich guy
with a sense of humour.

Who's hung
like an Australian alligator.

I mean, come on, Bishop,
I've never met anyone like you before.

She'll think I made you up.

I bet you were an adorable virgin.

So random.

What do you even mean by that?

Did you bleed much

your first time?

Do you really wanna know?

Jenny, I once had a friend
who said:

"Sex and murder
are the only real pleasures left to man."

You're starting to freak me out.

I had you going for a second,
didn't I?

I almost gave sweet Jenny
indigestion there, Poe.

You should tell her
she can't be too careful.

Rich, elegant bachelors
are often psychotic.

True.

To Australian alligators.

- You do have a point, though.
- Which one?

About sex and murder
being man's main pleasure.

It certainly seems that way
these days.

Not to sound reactionary.

So which one are you
going to use me for?

Both.

We gotta stop
meeting like this, Clyde.

- I'm getting closer.
- Closer to getting me fired.

- Don't make me be an asshole.
- Too late.

I tell you what,

make yourself invisible
and I'll keep you up to date on everything.

No, you mean
I'll keep you up to date.

Who knows how long it would have taken
for your guys to find this joint?

Point taken.

Look, I know how much
this means to you.

Don't.

What I meant was
I can only imagine.

I wish you could be part of
this officially, but seeing as...

It's OK, Joe. I'll play ball.

But you can't go lifting evidence
from my crime scene.

I sure can.
I'm invisible, remember?

Fuck.

[door opens]

Turn around slow.

Emphasis on "slow".

I'll take that phone.

- Where's Bishop?
- He didn't tell me.

You don't need that with me.

I'm not... not like you.

World-class understatement.

As for you being a human,
that's purely a technicality.

Humour me here.
How much does Bishop pay you for this?

I'll make it easy for you.
You just dropped him off somewhere.

I can't tell you. He'll kill me.

He won't get the chance.

Argh!

I'm an old man.

Please take mercy.

I'm fresh out just now.

He's running.

He doesn't know that you...

He thinks a cop is after him.

What cop?

All he knows
is what happened to the others.

Where is he going?

Don't take pauses,
because it makes me think you're lying.

I am not afraid to die.

Yeah? Well, death is different now.

[door creaks]

Daddy...

[phone rings]

- Yeah.
- [Joe] You awake?

Robin Hood's been busy.
Two more bodies.

Might be we have
a blood sample to match to.

It's a she. Paid a late-night visit
to a local drugstore,

- bought supplies to dress a knife wound.
- Any ideas about her destination?

We got a parking lot surveillance shot
of a license plate.

Yeah, I got it.

[phone rings]

Hello, Bishop.

Poe won't be checking
his messages any longer.

We could discuss that if you like.

I understand you
being a little raw about it.

We should meet.

I figure you should have the chance
to see my face before I kill you.

[man] Juan Ton's.

A man made a call from that phone
about 20 minutes ago.

- What could you tell me about him?
- It's a public phone, lots of people use it.

This guy was in his thirties, dark hair,
the kind women might go for.

Only drinks red wine.

You a cop? His wife? What?

Cop, lover, baby sister.
Really, who cares?

You don't want this guy
as a regular.

Anything you noticed
might help me out big time.

Don't get me wrong,
I'd love to take your money.

The guy came in, had a drink,
made a phone call, that's it.

Did he exit front or back? Did you see
his car? Did he talk to anyone here?

Nope. I've never seen him before.

Left a good tip, though.

If you ever see him again,
call me at this number,

and I'll keep these coming.

Eve? Is that your name?

Sorry to bother you, but I overheard you
talking to the bartender in there.

- You want Bishop, right?
- What do you know about him?

- I know where he is.
- He sent you to tell me?

To tell you? No.
He sent me to take you there.

I'll get my stuff.

- Did I overdo it?
- What do you think, dipshit? Help me.

All right, you take her car
and you meet me there.

What?!

It's a stick. I can't drive it.

- Learn, man.
- But you're the better driver.

Dwayne!

Don't become a problem.

Plus, she has the keys.

- What are you doing?
- Maybe she got 'em in her breast pocket.

- She doesn't have one.
- I don't hear her complaining.

We're sitting ducks here
and you're feeling her up? Come on!

Easy, bro.

Can I help it that she's a fox?

[eating sounds]

[phone rings]

Yes.

Hello?

Who is this?

Mom.

Sadie, is this you?

Mom, I love you so much.

Where... Where are you, honey?

Is this really you?

You take good care
of yourself and Beth, OK?

What are you doing?

It's your sister, sweetheart.

No, Mom, Sadie's dead, remember?

[sobs]

Tienes que dormir. Han pasado mucho.
Necesitas tu fuerza.

[bell tolls twice]

Welcome to Mexico.

I'm in Mexico?

Well, technically,
you're still in California.

But who can
tell the difference, huh?

How you feel?

Not great.

Yes, physics will do that to you.

Gravity,

trucks, concrete.

You found out the hard way
that you cannot die.

At least, not like regular people.

Who are you?

I am someone who's very interested in
this, uh... this man you hate so much.

- Bishop.
- You know him?

You talk in your sleep.

There's two kinds of people
who talk in their sleep.

People who can't shut up,

and people who have
something to say.

Get some rest.

Duerme, mamita, duerme.

Como las hormigas y el alacran en esa
pelicula vaquera. Te acuerdas?

Ave Maria,
qué horror que era eso.

Asi mismo es. Asi mismo.

[woman] Mira quién esta.

Que otra vez ha revivido
a los desaparecidos.

Esa lleva mucho adentro.

Mucho adentro, morena, mucho.

Thank you.

What do you want?

- I want to be alive again.
- You can't.

Ask yourself what you want now.

I wanna stop them
from doing this to anyone else.

Open your right hand.

Aché, aché.

- Then you will do that.
- How?

Voy a ser tu padrino.

In English, it's:
"I am going to be your godfather."

I will guide you in your search,
in your work.

But how will I find them?

It is not hard to find those who don't know
that you're looking for them.

- But...
- Shh.

Rourke, Eve, Harrison, Poe...

Bishop.

Those are their names.
How did you know?

I know some people
that can get you over here.

Now, it's up to you
to work your way over here.

But you have to start at the bottom.

You won't make it
if you go straight to Bishop.

Understand?

This will help you
survive for a while.

And when it runs out?

I can't do it.

I won't kill innocent people.

Every war has its casualties, Sadie.

And don't fool yourself.

Nobody's innocent.

Nadie.

Nadie.

Hello. How can I help you?

- What room is Rourke in?
- Room number 310.

Hey!

- What do you want?
- You.

[car alarm]

- What the hell did you do up there?
- Call the cops.

Tell me where to find Eve.

- Who are you?
- Where is she?

You're that reporter.

You went digging a little too deep.

If you think I forgot my question,
you're mistaken.

- I don't know.
- [man] I'm gonna call the cops.

I thought I already asked you to.

- You really don't know?
- Try a place called the Red Angel.

- She hangs out there, I think.
- You think?

I can take you to her
if it's this important.

[Mexican man] It might come as a shock
how little you feel about that first kill.

But it would be a grave mistake
to think handling Eve will be as simple.

Don't let her
get inside your head.

You're a beautiful woman.

- Quit.
- Whoa!

Whoa, Miss Hot Shit!
Who made you God?

Tell me again what you said.

I said, "I can never dance
with a hard-on pressed against my leg."

Oh, yeah! Shit, that is so hot.

Sailor, uh...

This is my sister.

- What's she doing with that harpoon?
- Lord Almighty.

Sadie Blake.

- You have a million questions, I bet.
- That's your cue to leave.

Here.

It's OK.

Bishop was done feeding off you
and still you wouldn't die.

So he gave you to me to finish off.

- Why didn't you?
- Believe me, I tried.

But I have never seen anyone
put up such a fight.

You didn't have enough blood
left in you for a pulse.

I figured somewhere deep inside,
you wanted to stay.

So you took pity on me, is that it?
I owe you?

You owe it to yourself
to stop hating what you are.

- And understand your fear.
- Who says I'm afraid?

Fear is where we go to learn.

That's where you went for three days.
Maybe more.

What are you talking about?

It takes three days to turn someone.
It's a delicate process.

Only a handful of us
even know how to do it.

I started you, but you finished it
on your own, alone in that morgue.

You became one of us
because you wanted to.

I'm not like you.
And I'm not one of you.

You sure?

- I really have to ask you to leave now.
- One last round, darling.

I'm sorry, it's already past closing.

I'll never ask for anything again.

Girl Scout's honourr.

Can you spare a cigarette?

How many of you are there?

Not as many as there used to be,
that's for sure.

Nature's way, perhaps?

If so, nature's pretty damn unmerciful.

Are you merciful?

I draw the line, sure.

No children, no babies.

Not like Harrison.

- And you?
- What about me?

You must have gone through
some pretty gruesome self-discoveries.

You must have
found shelter somewhere.

A weapon-maker.

Something like that.

So... how is Arturo?

- He's one of you?
- Not just one of us, he...

He ran everything.
Until Bishop got sick of it.

He really didn't tell you any of this?

He's always been wise.

You never would have started this
if you knew you were just his pawn.

- His pawn for what?
- To get rid of Bishop.

Five minutes, guys.

It's a full moon tonight.

Best moon of the year
to be with the one you love.

If that's a confession

you picked the wrong time.

It's a declaration.

We all have our purpose.

I simply forgot what mine was
a long time ago.

I prayed you would come,
Sadie Blake.

If that's what you want.

I can't have what I want.

So do what you came here to do.

And good luck to you.

Hello?

Fuck!

How did she do that?

I have a gun!

I don't wanna hurt you.

Oh, shit.

[gun clicks]

I can't move.
I think you broke my leg.

Sure looks like it.

- Holy shit, you fucking maniac!
- I had a bag. Where is it?

What bag, you crazy bitch? Argh!

Don't change the subject again.
Do we understand each other?

- My bag, where is it?
- Dwayne took it. He took your car.

- Where?
- It's a place called the Crest.

About 20 miles from here. It's a deserted
compound with a bunch of stables.

- That's where Bishop is?
- I guess.

Look, you gotta believe me.
I don't know jack about any of this, OK?

Bishop just told me
to bring you to him.

He said my name?
He knows who I am?

No, no.

I was instructed to go to the bar and bring
in anyone who came in asking for him.

- Do you know what he is?
- I heard he's the leader of a cult.

And they have these crazy-ass orgies,

but I didn't believe
about them feeding on people.

I thought I'd hook up with some
Goth chicks who were into threesomes.

What is it with you geeky guys
and these Goth chicks?

Please! Please don't kill me.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm so sorry. I'm so goddamn sorry!

I've never done a bad thing in my life.
I beg you.

- When is this party supposed to be?
- Tomorrow at midnight.

These kids that I heard it from
are serious about... Hey, wait!

Wait! Hey!

How am I supposed to... Argh!

[screams]

Dear Jesus, my saviour,

I know I've neglected you
so bad for so long,

but if you could
help me out of this.

[dog barks]

I feel the same way about you.

[phone rings]

- Yes?
- [man] Hello. Is this Eve?

Yes.

[man] You told me to call if I saw that guy
again, the one we talked about earlier.

Sure.

[man] Well, he just
walked into the bar.

- Where is he?
- Eve?

- What do you want?
- I just wanna ask you a few questions.

I'm not in a chatty mood, officer.

That obvious, huh?

I think this belongs to you.

Where did you find that?

Redneck named Dwayne Musgrove
borrowed your car a little earlier tonight.

Kid can steal cars,
but he sure as hell can't drive 'em.

I know you.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

I never forget a face.

- Occupational hazard.
- What occupation would that be?

I'm gonna grab that bag
and walk out of here.

I won't hurt you
if you don't try to stop me.

That's one hell of an "if".

That's up to you.

Just a few more questions.

Maybe some other time.

I thought bartenders
were supposed to be like priests.

Sorry.

Drop the bag, put your hands on the bar.
Do it!

You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.

- I need my gear.
- I suggest you use that goddamn right.

Listen to me,
you don't understand.

Sure I do. Everybody's innocent.

Not me, not by a mile.

Did you kill her? Was it you?

- Who?
- My daughter.

I know you were there.

- Did you touch her?!
- Hey, man, take it easy.

Back the fuck off!

Don't you move.

Go. Go!

- I'm not who you think I am.
- Really? You're not a killer?

Tricia's the reason I'm in this mess, but I
didn't kill her. I'm after the man who did.

- Why?
- Because he did the same thing to me.

What are you talking about?

These people are... they're not...
I'm not one of them.

I'm trying to get rid of them and he's
the only one left. His name is Bishop.

I'm gonna kill him.

And the moment that happens, I'm

I'm done,
I'm not a person any more.

I'll tell you what.

Backup's on the way.
Tell them what you just told me,

we'll see what kind
of deal they cut you.

Look at me.

In the mirror.

You really don't remember me?

Because I remember you.

My name is Sadie Blake.

I- -

I was a reporter.

That's impossible.

I zipped you into a body bag.

You can come with me if you like.

I'll kill your daughter's killer for you,
and you can return the favour by killing me.

I can't do that.

Your daughter was raped, gutted and left
in a dumpster, but you can't do that?!

All right.

Say I believe you,

I still can't help you.

Then this whole conversation's
a waste of time I don't have. Sorry.

Keys to the cuffs. Slow.

If you even think about going
for your piece, I will snap your neck.

Now the bag.

Slow.

OK, now the tricky part.

Your gun, toss it out the window.

Please don't give me a reason.

I'm going to release you now.
Nice and easy.

It takes me 4.2 seconds
to load that crossbow, I've timed it.

Keep that in mind
when you make a run for it.

Let's try this again.
You're under arrest.

I will fire if you don't stop!

- Last warning.
- [gunshots]

That fucking hurt.

All right, number one's
right beneath the surface.

I can just barely make it out.
I'm gonna douse the wound with alcohol.

- How many times have you done this?
- You don't wanna know.

Oh! Argh!

- Tell me about your condition.
- I'm in pain, I'm exhausted, I'm angry.

I didn't mean currently.
I meant since... it happened to you.

- What's it like?
- Pain, exhaustion, anger.

That's what it's like.

Is it genetic?

I haven't exactly
volunteered for tests.

- What about food?
- What about it?

You can't keep down regular food?

You have a skilful way
of putting a girl at ease, Rawlins.

- Try asking me anything else.
- How many guys have you slept with?

Since my...
What did you call it? Condition?

- None, I guess.
- You guess?

I was taught to never
play with my food.

Number one.

I do apologise.

Hey, you needed proof, right?

I meant I apologise
for what comes next.

That was the easy one.
This one's really gonna hurt.

No shame in passing out.

[screams]

Water.

Would you mind
brushing the hair out of my eyes?

What time is it?

Late afternoon.

You must have been tired.

Aren't we past all this?
I have to use the bathroom.

You're still a serial killer.

And I do hate surprises.

All right, stand up and turn around.

- Come on, what am I gonna do?
- You're gonna turn around, that's what.

Can you cuff me at the front? It's hard
to wipe with your hands behind your back.

Door stays open. No arguing.

Cheap thrills.

Were you and Tricia very close?

Not so much
over the last few years.

Let me guess, you were married to
your job, neglected your wife and kid.

- Took 'em for granted.
- For perceptive, it's coming off smug.

- Sorry. What I meant was...
- I know what you meant.

Doesn't mean I don't regret it.

You need help with that?

In my whole life you're the first guy who's
ever offered to put my pants back on.

I'm not here to flirt with you.

Oh, I forgot how awkward conversations
get between men and women.

Would you?
I can't twist my wrists properly.

Thank you.

The condition is genetic.

I'm no doctor, but I've never seen
tissue regenerate like that.

Are you getting personal now?

Well, I did just zip up your jeans.

You're funny.

Don't assume you know me.
You don't know me.

I know that you drink a little too much.

I know what you've eaten
in the last 48 hours.

And I know that
I'm turning you on right now.

- You have a vivid imagination.
- Overdeveloped sense of smell, actually.

- Are we going to do this?
- As long as you remember our deal.

- I kill Bishop, you kill me.
- I remember. Now let's go.

We have to wait till sundown.

You are aware that there are
a dozen cops canvassing the area,

looking for two sore thumbs?

We still have to wait till sundown.

All right.

Tell me everything you know
about this cult.

From the beginning.

Not much of a party.

Look, we stick together,
no matter what.

Then what's with the radio?

It's in case you forget.

I need you to mail this for me
once we're done.

- Your mother?
- I never got to say goodbye.

Rawlins.

Jesus fucking Christ!

- You know him?
- That's the kid who stole your car.

He hasn't been dead long.
That blood is still fresh.

[girl sobs]

Tricia?

Tricial.

Oh, God.

Tricia.

It's horrible.
They're all dead. They're all dead.

I'm here with you now. I will never
let anything happen to you again.

Get 'em off
before he comes back. Hurry.

Sadie!

- Rawlins, get up.
- Come and help me, quick!

What's the matter?

Get up.

- What's the matter with you?
- She's one of them. You saw her body.

- No.
- Bishop turned her. Think it through.

Put the gun down!

- Sweetheart?
- I'm not your sweetheart.

You make me sick.
I hate everything you stand for.

But you no longer have power over me.
I'm free now.

That's not you talking.
They've done this to you.

Bishop predicted
you would act just like this.

Blame it all on brainwashing

because you can't fathom the idea
that I can make up my own mind.

- No.
- I finally have a place where I belong.

Tricia.

I'm your father and I love you.

Bishop is my father.

And my brother. And my lover.

It would blow your mind
the things he makes me do.

He makes me whole.

And you?

You're nothing to me. Nothing.

Put the gun down now!

And I won't let you destroy
the one good thing in my life.

Bye, Daddy.

No!

[gunshot]

It's not you I'm after.

Fuck off!

Suits me.

Why are you helping him?

He wants to get rid of us,
he doesn't understand anything.

You've got five seconds
to tell me where Bishop is. Five, four...

Never.

One.

[Bishop] Just when you think
life will never surprise you again.

18 next week.

Never been to New York.

Promised I'd take her.

Change of plans.

Her father's behaviour
I can understand.

But why are you doing this?

- You're one of us.
- Not by choice.

Choice? What is that?
Who has a choice in anything?

You had a choice in raping me
and leaving me for dead!

You're being childish. There's an order to
things. Everything happens for a reason.

[door opens]

Maybe revenge is just the story
that you're telling yourself.

Maybe it's just an excuse
to become what you really are.

I'm not like you.

I see.

Don't you think we were
all scared and confused at first?

I'm not like you.

You keep saying it to yourself enough
times and maybe you'll convince yourself.

You're insane.

My definition of insane
is a person who sees a gift as a curse.

Personally, I think you have to play
the cards you're dealt.

And here's where that word
you like so much - choice - comes in.

I choose to experience
everything the world has to offer

in exchange for
a few meaningless lives.

These closet paedophiles
and spoilt teenagers

aren't going to missed
by anyone, Sadie.

So the choice is all yours.

Sadie Blake.

The dregs of society.

Be honest.

Because you're damned if you do,

and you're damned if you don't.

I'd rather be damned if I don't.

So be it.

Oh, God.

You know,
Eve was wrong about you.

You were never anything more
than a beautiful sacrifice.

Don't do this. Don't.

In which case,
you came a very long way to die again.

Don't do this, please!

Argh!

[door opens]

Am I dead?

I don't know how to answer that.

But you're dead. I saw you.

I was wearing a Kevlar vest.
Now shut up.

I don't believe you.
How did you find me?

I was tracking you.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

Can you walk?

This is gonna hurt.

What do you think you're doing?

It's a tourniquet.
It'll stop the bleeding. You need it.

I called for backup.
Help's on the way.

I didn't come this far
to just walk away.

You can't even fucking walk, Sadie.
That's my point.

- I'm not leaving here until I kill him.
- You don't have your crossbow.

- Details.
- Oh, Jesus.

- Stay with me.
- Frankly, I'm disappointed, Rawlins.

Are you really gonna save her? She
murdered your daughter in cold blood.

The very definition of ironic,
I would think.

And you're just like a cop.

Always trying to save
the wrong people.

Shut up.

Get up, Sadie.

Get up.

It's only fair you know the truth about
your daughter. She seemed like the rest.

Average and dull,
your typical confused teenager.

But the more I got to know her,
and I mean really know her inside out,

the more of a revelation
she became.

Oh, she blossomed
into one pretty little girl.

You should know that.

Let him go.

The alchemist was right about you.

You'll never be a true leader.

You don't pay attention to the details.

Now!

I'm sorry about your daughter.

I really am.

She was dead already.

So am I.

Come on. Finish this.

Don't think.

Just do it.

- Sadie...
- You owe me this.

I can't live unless I kill
and I can't live that way.

Do it.

- Please.
- [sirens approaching]

Please.

Go! Go! Go!