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Flesh upon flesh.

My mother...

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My father...

And I.

Captives in a brain that we could not see.

The eyes of the devil watched us closely.

Daddy?

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Oh, Mommy.

- Mark.

Mark.

You were my first love.

Why, Mark?

Why?

Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy?

Oh, Daddy.

Oh, why, Daddy, why?

Years have passed.

My life was one of searching...

Through dreams and fantasy, which had no end.

Only...

Lost waves...

That kissed a shore...

Of a clean, virgin sea...

That I could never bathe in.

- Oh.

Oh, you haven't been paying any attention to me.

Oh, you've been spending all your time with Sinthia.

- She's my daughter, you're my wife, I adore you.

I love you.

- Help!

Save me!

Mommy, Daddy, I'm burning up!

Help!

A red, swirling sea of blood...

Is where I was condemned to live.

- Sinthia, approximately eight years ago,

you were convicted by the state court

for the murder of both your parents,

Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Kyle.

According to the testimony you gave

at the time of the trial, you murdered them with a knife.

You found them in their bed involved in the act

of sexual intercourse.

You became so enraged at finding them this way,

you took a knife in hand and murdered both of them.

Upon conclusion of your crime,

you located a box of matches and set their bedroom on fire.

The fire spread throughout the house very quickly.

Neighbors pulled you from the flaming house,

and a few moments later, the entire structure collapsed.

When this happened, Sinthia, you were only 12 years old.

Now, this is clearly a crime of passion

in the eyes of the court.

And because of your age, you were judged not guilty.

Subsequently, you were released to your aunt and uncle,

in their custody, and you were sent to my office

for observation, until I so deemed that

you no longer need my treatments.

- I loved my father.

Yes, very passionately, it seems.

- When I saw him making love to my mother...

- You became so upset, so jealous of her,

you took a knife to them.

- I remember how angry I got at my father,

'cause I overheard my mother accuse him

of spending too much time with me

and not enough time with her.

My father only laughed, and said that I was

just his daughter, nothing more.

- Well, Sinthia, your emotional development

came at a very early age.

At 12, you had the feelings and passions of a girl

many years your senior.

- I just couldn't believe what I was hearing,

how my father was talking about me,

as if I was only a child.

And then...

Knife in my hand.

- There's no need to talk about that now, Sinthia.

I understand.

The courts understood, that's why they judged you

not guilty.

But what I want to know about is these nightmares

you've been having.

Through them, I know I can help you.

- Please, Doctor.

You've... You've got to make me get over them.

I wanna get married soon, but I'm afraid to,

because of the nightmares.

- I will help you.

But you have to help me.

You must tell me about these nightmares.

I can't possibly make a proper diagnosis

without knowing everything.

Come on, let's start from the beginning.

- I don't think I can, Doctor.

Every time I even think- - Sinthia, relax.

Just relax, Sinthia.

Relax and think about that very first time

that you saw your father and your mother together in bed.

Do you understand?

Just relax.

- Where are you taking me?

Help me.

Please, help me!

Help me!

Please help me!

Tell me where you're taking me!

Please tell me!

Help me, Doctor, help me!

Please!

Tell me, where are you taking me?!

Daddy?

Will you let me see my Daddy?

Where are you taking me?

Help me, help me!

Help me, Daddy, help me, help me!

- Sinthia.

Sinthia.

- Sinthia!

- Sinthia.

- Where are you, Sinthia?

- Sinthia.

- Sinthia. - Sinthia.

- Sinthia. - Sinthia!

Sinthia.

Where are you, Sinthia?

- Please!

- She wants...

Her father.

- Sinthia.

- Sinthia loves her father.

- Her father?

Won't I do?

- Her father?

Won't I do, Sinthia?

- We love Sinthia.

- She wants... her father.

- We'll help you, Sinthia.

- Sinthia.

- Sinthia.

- Sinthia. - Sinthia!

- Here, Sinthia.

Sinthia.

Sinthia.

- Sinthia loves her father. - Here, Sinthia.

- Sinthia. - Sinthia.

- Daddy?

Daddy, is that you?!

- I am here.

Your father is here.

- We love Lucifer!

We love Lucifer!

We love Lucifer!

- No!

No!

You're not my father!

- Your mother is here too, Sinthia.

- Stop it!

I must be dead!

Am I dead?

- Do you believe in Lucifer?

- Yes, because I see you.

But you are not my father.

- Do you believe in Lucifer's wife?

Do you believe in Asagorah?

- I see Asagorah, but she is not my mother.

You're all torturing me!

I want my Daddy.

He's the only one who's ever been nice to me.

- You are one of us, child.

You have murdered your parents and have not atoned.

You are rightfully ours, Sinthia.

- Welcome, Sinthia!

She is one of us.

- Whip her, whip her.

Whip her until she's atoned for her sins,

and then she shall become one of us.

Whip her!

Whip her!

- Child of the devil!

Sinthia!

- She seeks to escape us.

She can never escape us.

She has becomes one of us.

Go where you will, Sinthia, and Lucifer's disciples

shall follow you, and eventually claim you.

The waters of that clean, virgin sea

I once dreamed of.

- I wouldn't go that way if I were you.

Danger lies waiting for you in that direction.

Poor little child.

Poor dear little child.

The cards said that pathways of trouble

would open up for you, but still you walked

blindly toward the depths of hell.

Your world is so full of evil.

So terrifying.

So empty of love.

So troublesome.

Come with me my child, into my world,

where all is laughter and peace and love.

Interesting, aren't they?

Yes.

Very soft, very delicate, very giving.

Strange for a man.

It all seems so simple up there on canvas.

- Yes, but here on Earth, it's all quite different.

Love between humans can be very strange at times.

Yes it can.

Who painted these?

His name is Lennie.

- Well, well, well.

Well, well, well, well, well.

- Lennie, this is Sinthia.

- You paint with a great deal of feeling.

- Thank you.

Do you model?

You see, an artist is only an artist so long as he paints.

- Nobody's ever seen much of anything in me to inspire them.

- Well, I see something in you that inspires me.

I'll be in the back, Carol.

Goodbye, Miss Sinthia.

- Does he paint in here?

- He hibernates in his little studio.

- I like him.

I think I might even like to model for him.

- Oh, you are Aries after all, child.

Come with me.

I'll read your cards for you.

Cut them carefully.

You have been running all your life.

The trampling of many feet.

The horseman carries no visible shield,

yet there is death in his hands.

Your house is meager, and mostly disconcerting.

The tree of sacrifice is living wood,

a deep entrancement of suffering,

and the hanged man does not live.

The lovers are chained together.

And the evil one controls their destinies.

For with Adam's fall...

We discover the mystery of God.

- Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy, please hold me.

So dark in here.

Is anything wrong, Sinthia?

- I don't know.

Daddy.

Daddy, she's hitting me.

She's hitting me.

Oh daddy, I'm bleeding.

Make her stop.

Make her stop, Daddy, please stop her!

Stop her, Daddy, stop her!

- Sinthia.

- Daddy, Daddy, she's hitting me!

Daddy, it hurts, it hurts, please make her stop!

- What's the matter, Sinthia?

- Please help me!

- What's the matter?

- Carol was reading my cards.

Terrible things.

Frightening things.

- Sinthia.

- With the coming of the full moon,

you will reap your rewards.

The darkness of night, filled with cleanliness

and peace for you.

The moon is on the way.

I bid you go.

Hello.

- Oh, hello.

- Do you live around here?

- No.

No, I come from far away.

- That's where my husband wishes I were.

We had a fight.

Then he went out to spend the night God knows where.

He's like that sometimes.

I don't know what comes over him.

He didn't like what I cooked for dinner,

and he didn't like the dress that I bought today.

My husband doesn't love me anymore.

He hardly ever touches me.

I reach out to him...

I reach out to him at night and he turns away.

I reach out to him and he doesn't reach back.

Well, there's gotta be a bridge somewhere.

- There aren't too many of them, are there?

Bridges, I mean.

No.

No, there aren't any bridges.

Only chasms.

I'm truly sorry.

I mean it.

- You've been very kind, letting me unload on you.

- No one's ever been grateful to me for anything before.

- Really?

- No.

My mother and father died when I was 12.

I'm very sorry.

- Died in a terrible fire.

Oh, your poor child.

- There were flames shooting up all over the place.

And sirens...

Firemen...

Oh my god, the flames, the flames.

The flames.

- There, there. - The flames.

Flames.

- There you poor baby.

Shh.

- You goddamn slut!

How dare you say my father doesn't love you anymore.

Of course my father doesn't love you.

He loves me.

Me, do you understand that?

Me.

Oh, Daddy.

Daddy, you mustn't die.

You mustn't die, Daddy!

Daddy, you mustn't!

- Everything will be alright.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I forgot where I was.

- Why don't you spend the night with me?

You could help me enormously.

- How?

- By being exactly what you are.

By sharing your private grief with me,

and letting me share mine with you.

- You're so nice.

No one's ever really been nice to me before.

- I'm so very glad.

- Mommy.

- Let's see now.

Put your hand down here.

There, just like that.

Where's Sinthia?

- She's here.

She seems different somehow.

- Oh?

I'd like to paint her.

- Hmm.

Would you like me to get her for you?

- Now would you?

That would be very sweet of you.

Why don't you look up there?

- How's that?

- Great.

Fine.

Tell me, what happened last night?

After you left here, I mean.

- I met the nicest woman.

Very unhappy, really.

But we got along fine together.

- I'm glad.

- You know, Lennie, she gave me something I can never lose.

- Huh, and what is that?

- She gave me the chance to give her something.

Nobody's ever given me a chance before.

To give of myself, I mean.

- Mm.

- She said I helped her immensely.

Nobody's ever been nice to me before.

Except my father.

And my father...

- Sinthia, what's wrong?

- I don't know.

It's just that it's so hot in here.

It's nothing.

- Well, I guess we've had enough for one day.

I didn't realize it was getting so late.

I'm going to see a play tonight, I'd like to take you.

Carol's newest pride and joy is performing.

- Sounds great.

Well then, everything is set.

- Oh, come here, baby.

Struggle with me so.

All I wanna do is hold you.

- You let go of me.

Let go of me!

- Mark, I just wanna show you what it's like

to be held tenderly by a woman.

- Let go of me or I'll scream.

- You'll scream what?!

That you came creeping into my bedroom

in the middle of the night?

Does it matter that I let you sleep?

- You filthy little pervert.

- Oh, for once in your life, will you be a man?

Don't just stand there, fight back, push me!

- You know, you're sick.

- You're not man enough to handle me.

I feel so damn sorry for you.

- I'm going to get some loving out of you if it's the last thing I do.

- Oh, the performance is over, Liz.

You can quit the acting bit now.

And you, you can take your freaky aggressions

and go stuff yourself with them for all I care.

I should leave you.

- Then why don't you, you weakling?

No!

No!

No!

Weakling!

- No!

No, don't hit him!

Please, leave him alone!

He's not weak, he's not!

Leave him alone!

- Are you crazy?

- Leave him alone! - Stop it!

- You're all insane!

- Hello.

- Do you have to grab every girl that comes in sight of you?

- No, Mark.

But I'd like to, especially this one.

- Well, this is one that isn't gonna go for it.

- Oh, come on!

Let's get this show on the road!

- Dearly beloved, do you take this woman

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

- I do.

- And do you take this man to be your

lawfully wedded husband?

- I do.

- I now pronounce you man and wife.

And now kiss the bride.

- Oh, Daddy.

Daddy, I love you so much.

Please don't leave me.

- I won't, love.

- Sin!

- Wake up now, it's all right.

You're with me.

The devil is gone, Sinthia.

- Please leave me!

I wanna die, I can't stand it any longer!

- Come now.

- Daddy!

I'm thirsty.

My throat is burning up.

- Well.

You had me frightened, I thought I'd lost you.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

I get these attacks so often.

I lose all self control.

Almost as if I were slipping away.

Am I all right now?

- Yes, yes, the devil is gone.

- Oh Lennie, what's wrong with me?

- I guess God has left you for a while.

The devil wants to claim you as his own.

But it's going to be all right now.

It'll pass away.

- Why?

Why?

Oh my god!

Oh, the devil is living in my brain!

He's burning me alive!

Oh my god!

Daddy, help me!

I'm burning up!

Help me!

Why, Daddy, why!

Why!

Help me, Father!

Help me, I'm burning up!

The devil is in my brain!

Help me!

- You're not burning up, there's no devil in you.

Wake up, wake up!

Sinthia, everything's gonna be right.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- I don't know.

- But I do know.

You have to kill yourself.

Yes, you have to commit suicide.

No...

No, I don't mean literally that you must commit suicide,

but in your dreams, whether you're aware of it or not,

you have a very deep feeling of guilt

about the murder of your parents,

I know the courts judged you not guilty of

crime because of your age.

But you found yourself guilty.

And your subconscious has therefore produced

these terrible nightmares to torture you with.

It's a means of punishment for your crime.

You see, Sinthia...

You want to somehow atone for what you've done.

Whether you realize it or not.

And until you do atone, you're gonna be

plagued with these torturous dreams,

which will eventually just drive you right out of your mind.

By committing suicide and ending your life

as you ended your parents, I do believe you will feel that

you've atoned, and be set free of your problem.

Free to live a happy and normal life.

- But how?

How can I possibly commit suicide

without committing suicide?

- Well, there's only one way.

We must take you back in time and relive all the events

leading up to the murder of your parents.

But now, Sinthia, instead of running from the house

after destroying them and setting the fire,

you must stay behind yourself.

You must die in that house, just as your parents did.

Do you understand?

- I think so.

- There can be no doubt in your mind.

- I will murder them...

And then I will set fire to the house.

And then I will use the same knife on myself.

And I will burn in the fire.

Exactly.

In order to live in reality, you must

first die in your nightmares.

- I don't know if I can do it.

You must do it.

- Well...

What if after I murder them, I run away,

like I did before?

I mean...

What if I can't kill myself?

You must kill yourself, Sinthia.

You must.

- I'll try.

No, tell me that you will.

- I... will... kill myself.

- That's it, Sinthia.

Go back into your world of nightmares.

Destroy yourself.

Release your subconscious of all your guilt feelings.

Destroy yourself.

- Yes.

Yes.

Oh.

Oh, Daddy.

Daddy!

Oh.

Daddy!

Daddy!

- I am not your father, Sinthia.

- Your father is dead, Sinthia.

- You must realize that he and your mother

and the past died in that fire.

- Lennie?

- Yes, Sinthia?

- I love you, Lennie.

- No, you are not in love with me, Sinthia.

- I am, please believe me, I am.

I feel so at peace here with you and your paintings.

My body feels clean and new.

- Sinthia.

Come.

You must see the painting.

Look, and your soul will be at peace.

Peace? Peace?

- How can you say peace when there is no peace?

- Why must you know?

Isn't it enough?

Why don't you go and look for yourself?

Or else go to bed.

- God dammit, stop treating me like a child.

Because you have taken me, and made love to me,

and now feel sorry for me that you now burn me alive.

- No, you are tired.

You are not at peace.

Your soul is not at peace.

- Sinthia, look at the painting!

Save your soul!

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

They're burning up!

Mommy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

- Sinthia.

No!

Is God dead now, Daddy?

- Do not say the word God in front of me.

You don't know his presence.

You are a child of the devil.

Sinthia. - Yes, Lennie.

- Look at me.

- I am, Lennie.

Do you repent?

- To a god I cannot see?

Yes.

- No.

- Then you will live in torment and pain forever.

- Don't leave me like this.

Oh god.

I must be pure one more.

Poor sweet, sweet Sinthia.

Rest now.

- I feel so alone tonight.

It's almost as if I were in darkness, deep darkness.

Falling into a deep, dark pit.

Save me.

Save me.

- In my eyes you see love.

Say it.

Say the word love, Sinthia.

- I see...

I see...

- Say you see love, Sinthia.

- I see love.

- And purity.

- I see love and purity.

- Cleanliness.

- I see love, purity, and cleanliness.

You must give to someone

who is also possessed by him.

You must destroy the devil in someone else

with your own purity and love.

- How, Lennie, how?

- You must first love your own soul, your body, your purity.

Love thyself, Sinthia.

Give, truly give to another lost soul,

and you will be saved from your fate.

You will return to God's place on this Earth.

Love first yourself.

So your family's very wealthy.

- Yes.

But they're gone now.

- Gone?

Where?

- Oh, away.

- Europe, South America, trip around the world?

- Yes.

Somewhere.

They've gone somewhere.

- You're a strange person, do you know that?

But I love you.

- Why?

- Because you saved my life.

An actor you rescued from a bitch.

- Mommy, Daddy, I'm home from school!

Oh, Mommy, I met the nicest boy today,

and he kissed me on the lips.

- Sinthia, I'm here.

I'm here, darling.

Daddy and I have been waiting for you for so long.

Please, darling, we've been waiting so long.

We love you.

Sinthia?

Are you all right?

- Oh, Mommy.

Have you ever been kissed?

Were you in love with Daddy?

He kissed me, Mama.

He wanted to hold me the way I saw Daddy holding you.

Did you love him, Mama?

- Oh darling, your first kiss.

I'm so pleased.

I remember the first time I was kissed.

It was so long ago.

Oh Sinthia, my child, my daughter.

- Oh God.

Forgive me.

Forgive my loneliness.

Forgive my daughter.

And this terrible, horrible day,

in a world that does not believe in love,

and we are all so very, very lost.

- Save me.

Save me.

- Hey!

Hey, come on!

Hey, come on!

Be with me!

Match me!

Match me!

Be with me!

Why, you sweet, sweet young thing.

Did Mark teach you anything about making love last night?

- I gave him love to cleanse his soul.

Poor little child.

So empty of love.

- You gave Mark love to cleanse his soul?

Mark's soul, clean?

- Liz, dear, please.

She's just a child.

She's just a child, and a boy has kissed her.

- You all look so lonely.

Almost as lonely as I.

- Lonely.

Lonely?

Lonely?

- I'll kill her, Mark, I swear.

You go near her and I'll kill her.

- Just touch her.

You just dare.

- Oh please don't hurt him, please!

- Angel child.

Sinthia?

Angel child, where are you?

- I'm here, Mark.

I'm here.

- Little angel God child.

Thank you for letting me kiss you this afternoon.

- Come on, match me.

- Why the hell should she?

- Show some guts!

- She is mine.

All of you.

- Daddy.

Oh, Daddy.

- Give her to me.

I need you, angel child.

I need you.

Mark, give her to me.

- I cannot.

She's not mine to give.

- Carol, can you bring her back?

- Not I, she never loved me.

It was you she loved, not I.

- Carol, I command you, give back the child!

- She can't have you.

I don't care if she is your daughter, you're mine.

I'm warning you, Lennie.

I've given both you and her a home.

But she can't have you.

- She is my daughter.

- Don't play games with me, Lennie.

I'll kill her before I'll let her take you away from me.

- I'm here, Mama.

I'm home from school.

Oh, Mama, I've been kissed.

- I'm so happy.

- Yes, I was kissed once too.

- When I was a child.

When first I was kissed.

- Can I come home now, Mama?

Do you know that I love you?

As much as Daddy even?

- I know, my child.

- The angel child is mine.

- The moon is no longer full with life.

The devil is gone from her.

She has been purified with the fires of hell.

- Am I clean now?

Am I pure?

Is the devil driven from my soul at last?

I must be free.

Oh, my hands are so dirty!

I met a girl and she hugged and kissed me.

I kissed a boy, and now my hands are dirty!

Oh Daddy!

- Come here, little one.

- I'm here, lover.

I'm right here.

- So am I, pet.

- I'll remember.

Always.

- Will you remember me?

- No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

- Oh, you haven't been paying any attention to me lately.

- What are you talking about, I adore you.

- You've been spending all your time with Sinthia.

- Ah, don't be ridiculous, she's my daughter,

you're my wife and I adore you.

Sinthia!

- Oh my god!

- Save me!

Mommy, Daddy!

Oh my god, I'm burning up!

- My husband doesn't love me anymore.

- My mother and father died when I was 12.

- He hardly ever touches me.

- They died in a terrible fire.

- I reach out to him at night and he turns away.

- Oh, I see something in you that inspires me.

- Daddy, I love you so much.

- By the way, do you model?

- Please, don't leave me.

- And my father.

- I'm not your father, Sinthia.

- Your father is dead, Sinthia.

- Daddy.

- Daddy, you mustn't die, you mustn't!

The devil lives in my brain, oh my god!

He's burning me alive!

No!

No!

No!

- Why don't you spend the night with me?

No, no, no!

- Daddy and I have waited for so long.

No!

Mommy!

Daddy!

I'm burning up!

That's one of the hottest fires I've ever seen.

Oh, that poor child and her parents.

They're being burned to death.

Someone get the child.

When did the world turn to black,

and I to ashes?

- What happened, Sinthia?

Tell me what happened.

- I killed myself, Doctor.

I killed myself.

I burned in the flames.

- And?

- And?

- Well, how do you feel?

Do you feel relieved?

Does your conscience feel as though

it's been lightened, perhaps?

Tell me.

- Yes.

Yes, I do feel relieved.

It's strange, but that's exactly how I feel.

Good. What else?

- I don't know.

Honestly, I just feel different somehow.

It's hard to explain.

- Don't cry.

Just enjoy it.

- Doctor. - Yes, Sinthia.

- Am I...

Am I cured?

- I'm sure of it, Sinthia.

I don't think you'll ever have to worry

about those nightmares again.

As I explained to you before, by destroying yourself

as you first destroyed your parents,

you have atoned for your crime.

You had an unbearable feeling of guilt,

but now your subconscious has been satisfied.

- Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you for everything.

- Sinthia, whatever I've accomplished,

I couldn't possibly have accomplished without your help.

It's you who should be congratulated.

Will you call me and let me know the plans for your future?

- Of course I will, I promise.

- Okay, Sinthia.

You can leave now.

There's nothing more to be done.

- What time is it, Doctor?

- Exactly five minutes to four.

- Oh, perfect timing.

I'm supposed to meet my fiance at four.

- I'm very grateful, Doctor.

Thank you again.

- You're welcome, Sinthia.