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♪

We need to talk about the lift.

We spoke to the landlord.

They'll fix the other lift, to access your floor, but,

we're not sharing our lift with you.

Eddie Coetze, still playing games.

And you, still wasting .

Someone decided we should play this game for real.

Some like you.

Someone with an EMP Bomb!

The Pulse prodded us all.

But, how badly?

It's bad.

Really bad!

I don't know you, Dominic Boyd.

And I need to.

Julia?

You always let me down.

I won't let them down.

I'm saving them, you'll see.

Who unlocked this door?

Eddie. He asked me to save the show for an audience.

Now!

He killed him.

Eddie doesn't want us to know.

Not now... not for sure.

Where am I?

Separated, is where you.

Being alone is key.

And the worse terrors are always your own.

You saw which way they went?

Down is still the only place for them to go.

Help!

'‘Alice in Wonderland'.

You've got the syndrome.

Where the hell is all of this going, Crispin?

To the aliens.

You know we put her AWS into the game?

And I'm in the game!

Waah!

Copies... of Casper Lee's journal.

There's more in the hallway.

He could still be alive.

People die. It's number.

Loyal dog dies!

Oh, God, help me. My name is Ukhraam.

And I need help.

You see the situation where I am.

Please God, help me.

♪ Take me away from here

♪ I am alone in this world

♪ No one wants to stay ♪

♪ Please won't you take me ♪

♪ Away from here

♪ Aaaah

♪ Hey! Please! Help me!

We are bewitched!

Spiders nest in your head.

Snakes writhe in your guts.

The Bewitchers thems are possessed...

They must all be stopped.

♪

Caspar...

♪ ♪

Caspar?

Caspar!

Relax...

It ain't Caspar.

So, who the fuck is this?

Who the fuck is that!

He didn't say.

Seeing that, I wasn't at to ask...

and now...

there seems no point.

I suspect he's no one's idea of game-developers with '‘issues'.

Be.. in.. touch!

Nice!

He's here.

I know it...

That pulse shot everyone's psyces to the moon.

And my distortions too.

It's showing me things.

Yeah, but it didn't shout Eddie grabbin' Caspar.

It did. I just didn't '‘see' it right.

I'm still learning to read.

I can grab a room, and pull it close at what counts...

I can '‘feel' someone... even in the dark.

You see, movement or breathing dispels air, so, it distorts that too.

Either I'm going mad as everyone else, or...

he's right here.

Caspar! Are you okay?

What has he done to you?

Fuck'n Eddie shot Pumpkin with a staple-gun.

Look, whatever he's said, whatever he's done to you,

it doesn't matter, okay?

We came back for you...

we came back to get you.

Say something.

Ah... we love you, Caspar.

I mean, who does he think he is?

When I get my hands on that Eddie,

he can take his tutorial and shove it up his ass.

Come on, Cas.

Hey, say something.

Something weird about mold or,

I don't know!

Where the hell have you been?

Aah...

Welcome home, Pumpkin.

Hell yeah!

♪

They killed Stretch.

Does Meadow know?

I'm just so tired of the fucking people.

Get them ready.

I'm going to kill them all.

♪

You smell that?

Ganga!

It's fuck'n dope!

Cannabis?

In my condition? Great!

Ah... you could say things are looking up.

Really?

With weed psychosis...

more ramped up paranoia!

And that fake prophet-witchdoctor

squatting down on the third floor.

A '‘witchdoctor'?

He is fake, right?

Is that...?

Snow.

Is that snow?

It looks like snow.

Snow?

Am I high already?

Suck it up, Pumpkin.

It's plastic.

Shredded plastic.

Hello, Santa.

Merry Christmas!

♪ light tinkling

Who does not love Christmas?

Don't be a naughty boy now and spoil it.

It's not Christmas.

Santa's got something really special for naughty boys.

Oooh!

Aah!

It's Eddie Coetze.

Eddie's Santa?

Well let me through,

I want to have a word with that fucker!

Everybody out!

Another of the squatters?

You've been opening too many doors.

You've got a key. Why didn't you?

What... what did you say?

You didn't know?

'‘The Janitor' has got his own Master-key.

You tortured me, you bastard!

Torture... please!

What you got was ruffled.

Be grateful! Take note..

We could've gotten out!

We could've avoided all t?

'‘The Janitor' has got a better plan.

Oh, and something so suitably '‘heroic', I'll just be.

Well, I've got plans for you, too!

Did I miss something?

A chance at the Level Boss!

Everybody can forget their plans!

Plan is...

We're... coming with you.

It's not a request.

Great. The one guy '‘The Janitor' doesn't particularly want to save.

Oh my God, I don't expect you to save anyone.

Hi, I'm Denny.

Denny-from-Audio?

After what you did to Cas.

To us...

And you expect to just join up?

Look... the game has changed.

The players in it...

They're '‘Papa Dube's'.

Who's Papa Dube?

The witch-doctor '‘The Janitor' mentioned.

You said he was a fake!

Fake prophet. Real crim. Just like the others.

There's others?

Yeah. Hmm.

Ooh!

♪ s♪

If Stretch was killed.

It was all his fault.

He fucked up the magic.

Papa runs the bottom three floors,

and we've gotta get through them all.

He doesn't just sell drugs and magic,

he uses both to protect himself, and what's his.

We will prepare...

and you will go out.

Impervious to blade.

...or bullet.

♪

All they have to do is believe and the magic's real.

They think they're all powered-up... they think--

-They think they're invincible...

These guys would kill way before any pulse.

You need me!

Oh, him too. End of.

-It's that simple. -Hmm.

Your sisters have withdrawn their protection...

to the mercy of the possessed.

You must fight them.

Draw strength through pain...

You shall kill them all.

♪

You will be protected.

I know, we've got guns.

You should start believing.

That's it! That's what's missing...

Rock-salt...

For that effective foot-crunch a frozen snowscape.

I've got a theory...

You're our mystery EMP bomber.

What?

You planted the bomb to save the girl...

Heroically, naturally.

That was your plan.

Eddie, you're full of shit.

You know what I think? You're the bomber.

And when we get out here, I'm going prove it!

So you leave him out of your damned '‘tutorial'!

See?

She doesn't think you're capable of anything!

That's not what I said.

But you're right of course, he's not a bomber!

He's not that important.

He is, after all, nothing but the janitor.

What do you care?

Oh... he cares.

He sees '‘The Janitor' on a cozy social notch way below '‘Security Guy'..

That's fine by me.

'‘The Janitor' is my cover.

Hmm...

Bullshit! What are you talking about?

My work with the '‘Occult Squad'.

He's lying!

'‘The Investigative Psychology Unit'

of the South African Police.

You can Fuck! Right! Off!

Fuck'n love it!

The Occult Squad?

That's just gotta top the '‘Security-Guy'!

Ghost-Dancer...

To see his face...

is to die!

♪

Death comes with its touch...

Ghost-Dancer comes in judgement...

But seems not for me.

♪

He's lying!

Don't you see? He's delusional, he's making this up!

He's nothing but a janitor!

And really shouldn't be blowing his cover.

Why does all this matter to you so much?

Like, what is it with you two?

He's a twat!

But '‘The Janitor' has to save him,

despite everything, and...

He's also my brother.

First, an occult cop!

Next, he is '‘Brother'?

A bit like the master-fucking-key-thing!

Dominic Boyd, a regular litany of great surprises!

It's half-brother, actually.

Different fathers... different surnames.

The same wonderful mum.

No, you couldn't call her.

And she wouldn't have you call her that!

'‘Julia' was her name.

Anything else worth mentioning?

You know, like...

In passing?

We rarely talk... him and I.

We're not close. It's a family trait.

Uhm, these guys are close.

And closing in dramaticy audio-based manner.

Chains lashed against a car door-- no, no...

Spanners against an old dustbin lid?

What are you good for?

You know, what are you... what's your use?

Not one damn bit!

I'm telling you, leave me alone.

All the men in my life... all of them!

All such disappointments!

They think they're invincible.

Whoever it is, it's real.

It's real, and they're coming.

Oh, yeah!

The hunt is on.

So what the hell are we doing standing here?

Getting seriously stone, Pumpkin.

I need to block a hole.

♪

Keep out the naughty kids, Santa.

We don't wanna play with them.

You're not me.

I don't recognize you.

Because you're not you anymore.

Did you hear that?

Do you hear that baby cry?

♪

♪

I'm gonna fry his fucking liver in acid!

Eddie.

Eddie!

I have a plan.

A dream of being heroic!

So rude...

Won't even look up...

Not even when I'm talking to you.

I always wanted a T-shirt like Superman's.

And never got one.

Doesn't do to encourage self-delusion.

It's a fake image.

It all is...

wishful thinking.

Look at you!

Lacking everything but anger.

You're worse than useless.

You never were anyone's idea of a hero.

Not yours, I know that. Not ever.

And where does that leave. our own mother?

Wondering if Eddie's got a better plan?

I bet Dominic's got a better plan!

Do you hear a baby?

Do you hear a baby... cry?

There's no baby...

Just the sound of a subway in my head.

Mine too.

But a baby...

A baby... now that...

is interesting.

Forget it. It's nothing.

So, brothers, huh?

Half-brothers...

There's a story!

Please tell it.

Now, would be great.

We were boys when our fathers left...

His, and then mine.

Neither could bear to stay.

She blamed them.

Blamed us for,

well, everything...

Always playing us off. One against the other...

The '‘failure'...

And always there's the '‘failure'.

We were never good enough.

Anyone could do better.

Everyone could do better.

Neither of us tough enough,

fast enough, bright enough. At anything.

At everything.

It all just fed her growing paranoia.

The conspiracies against.

And one day it's the teachers, spoiling our thoughts.

One day,

it's the neighbors, '‘attacking' us with noise.

The whispers through the walls...

The sounds of the subway..

She was obsessed.

Got so bad she rarely ate, slept at all.

In the end, she thought we hated her.

Huh...

In the end, I did.

We'd always fail her.

And she'd always hurt us in the worst way she could.

Hurting herself...

Our punishment...

was her pain.

Always for us to see.

Aah!

Do you smell this?

Do you see this?

This is love.

This is love

They're closer.

There has to be a price for failure, Dominic.

And it has to be paid for...

Even is someone else is paying .

Do you smell that, Eddie?

Do you see that, Dominic?

That is love!

Eddie retreated into Game.

And I used to draw...

Mostly what I wanted to be.

Eddie was bigger, older. He could be cruel...

So I drew drawings that he'd leave be.

I hid them... I did, I hid them.

But things with Julia got so bad that she used

search our rooms when we were at school.

And then Eddie made sure she found one.

And then we both got more than what we bargained for.

Shit!

They're coming! We can't go back.

Ah, shit, they're close!

She's coming.

Do you see it? Do you see her?

Ah, the men in my life!

All of them...

All-such-a-disappointment!

All failures, boys.

Ooh! Never that finger on the button.

You weren't expecting this.

Of course you weren't... Well, that's the point.

Someone's gotta pay the price.

Do you smell it, Eddie?

See it, Dominic?

That's love!

Gotta go, boys.

Got a train to catch.

My guilt...

was drawing her suicide note!

And his?

His was giving it to her...

It's haunted us both ever since.

Like she always wanted.

Dom...

I'm really sorry.

But you were kids...

and she was... she was ill.

You're here now... We need to find--

-Those noisy fucks are right behind us!

And I've been through enough! Right!

You said you had a plan!

And you too!

We need to move, right now!

Looks like they both got the same plan.

I thought of it first!

That's bollocks! Complete bollocks!

And they're arguing over it.

♪

Well?... Seeing as you both got a Master-key!

Hurry! Good!

We've got to go!

They've got guns!

I can do guns.

Real guns.

Not staple-guns! Real bullets!

I can do bullets.

Buy some time!

Ah! Ah, fuck! We're saved!

No, seriously, guys, I can do this!

A few shots, and then I'll catch up with you.

Besides, you don't have time. Go! Go! Go!

Fuck!

I fucking hate Christmas!

Get this fucking muppet out of here!

They're up there.

Hey, lock... lock the door behind you.

It'll slow them down.

It's suicide, Denny.

I got metal-washers.

Heavy. Big holes.

Ball-bearings...

Bullets.

You want '‘em to sound fuzzy, turn off?

Or something fast and airy?

Just... hit what you're aiming at, I guess.

I'm a good shot, Eddie.

Can whizz '‘em close as you like to mics in the ducting...

Great... acoustics.

Why, Denny?

I guess I'm finally putting my name in lights.

Get them out of this place!

I'm gonna get good credits!

What's happening? Is he okay?

Is he coming?

He's wrapping up his back-story.

Spell my name right, Eddie!

Wait... what are you doing?

We can't just leave him!

Don't know what they're gonna do to him.

Kill him! Probably.

Now, help!

Wait! What are you doing?

He made his choice.

What? Are you pissed you don't get to be the hero?

It seems I care more about him than you do.

I care more than you think.

♪

Now... move! Move.

Move.

Do you think...?

That's it.

Get this fat fuck out of the way.

Denny, is that you? Denny?

It isn't. Let's go!

Where're you going? We can't go back there.

Can we at least try and slow them down?

You're right. There're too many of them... Let's go.

Jasmin?

Jaz... are you okay?

She's hearing things!

Hey...

I heard a baby... cry.

Come, we gotta go.

Hey... hey...

Eddie says this goes all the way down.

We're gonna get out.

No, we can't.

What does that prick say?

Oh! What the fuck!

Ah, it must be that.

It's some fake Sangoma bullshit!

Gets worse!

Oh!

So how long's that been there?

That's fine. We're going down there.

Yeah... About that.

Fuck!

I know, Pumpkin... It's been a long night, just hang in there.

We've got to try... Tunnel through it.

What's the betting it's all the way down.

Well, best we get started.

Let's for a line.

Be my guest.

What is all this?

Probably the shit from three floors of squatters...

Nose-bleed. Hmmm?

Marks another journey into '‘Wonderland'?

This time you hit the jackpot...

Isn't that right, mister?

That can happen when you're dead.

But then, I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about you.

Indeed...

you just take a mighty pulse-wave.

And add all the stress.

And voilà!

From '‘Wonderland'...

to '‘Slumberland'.

Oh, that blissful feeling of knowing you're already dead.

Welcome to '‘Cotard's Syndrome'!

That can happen when you're dead.

Hey, what did you say?

This is hopeless!

Dangerous! They're goino be through that door any minute.

Stop wasting time!

But we have no other choie but to go through there.

Your faces...

Jaz!

Jaz...

♪

"“Who are you? Said the Caterpillar... Explain yoursel"”"

"“I can't"” said Alice.

"“I'm not myself"”.

What's wrong with her?

She thinks she's dead.

What?

You did this to her!

Me?

Cotards' syndrome did this shit!

'‘Cotard's' is why some decide to sit in graveyards,

you should know how this shit works.

What the fuck are you talking about?

People who prefer the dead for company.

Okay, just say that.

Take a fucking look!

She isn't dead!

And I won't let her keep it company.

Look at that... he thinks he's '‘Prince Charming.

'‘Prince Charming' forgot the key in the lock!

♪

"“We're all mad here"”, said the Cheshire Cat...

Ghost-dancer brought you to me.

I will cut off your children's toes,

and feed them to you!