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Good morning, Miss Danner.

'Morning, Teddy.

Nice to see you here early first thing.

Any appointments?

Um...

Mr. Lasitz is already waiting in your office.

In my office?

He didn't want to stay in the holding area.

I tried talking to him about it, but...

-Uh huh. -You know how it is.

Not paid enough to deal with a hard ass.

Not paid enough to deal with you, let alone the hard asses.

Thank you.

You know, Jack,

you're gonna have to start being nicer to my employees.

I simply can't afford the ones

that would put you in your place.

Looking for your notebook?

Uh, yeah.

No, it's, uh... here on my desk.

No worries.

I'll just use this to take notes.

So, I was thinking, um...

not really sure if I have much time, so, uh...

thought I'd run something by you.

I can trust you to tell me the truth, right, Teddy?

Of course, you can.

Authors can't get the story if we're not above board.

Sadly, there's no Pulitzer Prize for lying.

But you're not really a journalist, are you, Teddy?

Uhh...

A journalist slash novelist.

I pride myself on being able to do both.

So, Jack, let's get back to what you're doing in my office.

I want to, uh...

I want to know more about your gift.

Gift.

Now, c'mon, Teddy.

Your horror novels are obviously based on real-life events.

I mean any reader can tell that.

The truth will set you free, right?

That's what we all want.

I just want you to confirm for me what I already know.

I, uh... don't like to talk about it.

We all have things we don't want to talk about.

What is it that you want to know, Jack?

You see the dead.

Yeah. Kind of.

For how long?

Uh, ever since I was a kid,

shortly after my father passed, when it started.

So he would visit you?

No, not him. Uh...

Actually, things far worse.

I didn't like the whisperers

who didn't have the guts to show themselves.

Always in your ear, though, you know?

And then?

And then, uh, I could see people.

It started with older relatives,

but as I got older, I could see other people,

and people would show themselves to me if they wanted.

So, all this build-up about you cracking unsolved cases was...

Was because I could speak with the deceased, yeah.

So let's get back to why you're in my office.

Why'd you become a writer?

It's... who I am.

I saw no reason to, uh, change, because of the gift.

So, you use your gift for your own benefit.

Yeah, pretty much.

And how do you feel about that?

My accountant loves it.

So back to what it is that you're doing here--

Ahh... really? Again?

Okay.

Good morning, Miss Danner.

In my office, really?

He's been here all morning.

Two days in a row. That's some kind of record.

Perfect. Thanks.

Jack. In my office, making yourself comfortable.

What can I do for you?

Campton Ball.

I have information on it.

Okay.

Well, that was a long time ago.

Yeah. It was a big New Year's Eve party.

Fancy rich people.

The rumour is that everyone died.

Yes, everyone died. Very tragic.

It's unsolved.

Well, it's hard to solve murders without any wounds.

You know, no reason for their deaths

outside of their hearts stopping.

That's good enough reason for me.

So, what is it you're trying to tell me?

I'm not just trying to tell you something.

I'm trying to show you something.

All right, what's that?

That the dead don't stay dead.

There's nothing dangerous about people that have passed.

Well, we'll have to agree to disagree on that.

Okay.

Fair enough.

Uh, so, back to the party.

Not everyone died.

Really? I didn't know that.

Yes, it was a big fancy party, right? Important people.

And... where did they all end up?

It's New Year's, so you drink,

you kiss at midnight, you go home.

Okay. But many stayed.

Yeah, the real movers and shakers stayed.

See, there's always one more tale to tell,

there's always one more deal to make,

there's one more girl to chase.

See, the others, they're just pretenders.

They're more interested in screwing

than moving up the societal ladder.

Mm-hm. And what's your point?

There's a reason all those people died.

Yes, of course. There always is.

This is not just fodder for one of your books.

I'm trying to get you to understand

what happened that night.

And I'm trying to appeal to your journalistic side,

not that bloodsucking thing you do for money.

Uh, easy. All right, I'm interested.

I like mysteries.

Go on.

This is a lot darker

than a normal murder investigation,

and you have to treat it that way.

'Cause if you don't,

there is nothing I can do to stop--

No.

I don't need sleep anyway.

So you know it's 3 a.m., right?

I'm aware.

And you understand it's the middle of winter,

and I don't drive?

Ahh...

It's a very, very cold walk --

that's all I'm saying.

That and I could've froze my dick off.

It's not that cold.

It's that cold. Ugh.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm... I'm sorry for asking to come over.

I'm just... I got spooked.

You got spooked?

I don't buy that, man. You do spooks for a living.

Yeah. This is... this is different.

I've been, uh... getting contacted about an incident.

Okay. Um... I'll bite.

What happened?

Well, nothing that I know of.

He won't tell me anything.

He just... he shows up,

he comes and goes when he wants.

And I've been having these... these dreams.

It's like... you know, I just...

I can't tell what is real and what is unreal.

The fuck you doing?

I had to make sure you're real.

Of course I'm real.

Do that again, you're gonna have to buy me a drink.

Oh. We should go get a drink.

I don't know how Greg can keep this place open

so late at night.

Not giving a shit mostly?

And all the other drinkers are off-duty cops?

I think you like to come here for the spirits.

And I don't mean the ones you can drink.

Greg, can I get a refill, please?

Yeah, no problem.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

I've been sitting here watching you stare at that empty chair

for 30 minutes.

What are you looking at?

You remember, uh... Annie Lenmore's kid? Alice?

Yeah, that cute blonde, right?

I took her out once.

Is she...?

Car accident, maybe?

Couple hours ago?

So, what's she doing here?

Greg probably over-served her.

Shocker.

When death is sudden, they, uh...

stick close to a person or a place for a while.

I mean, what's she doing?

Right now, she's walking over here.

Don't even joke about something like that, okay?

I'm not.

How close is she?

Five feet?

Okay. How about now?

Now she's about to touch your face.

Will I feel it?

No.

No! No, this is...

No, this is too much.

I've had too much fun for one night.

Too much to drink, too.

I'm gonna get going.

Appreciate it.

Hey, uh...?

Is she still here?

No. No, she's gone.

She's pissed at me.

Yep.

Hey, Jerry.

Yeah.

If you could, uh... change the past, would you?

Well, I think that's a pretty interesting question

to ask a guy who's on his way out the door

after he's had so many drinks.

But to answer your question, I guess...

it would depend on whose past you want to change.

Good night.

I don't think you went out with her just the one time.

-'Night! -Oh, Teddy!

Don't go yet.

This... just came for you.

What is it?

No idea.

An invitation to the Campton Ball.

Huh.

Really?

I talked to your secretary.

I wanted to catch you before you left.

Okay? What can I do for you, Jack?

You going to Campton House?

No. No, I don't think that I am.

Why not? You seemed so interested in it before.

Come on, let's go.

I have a dinner tonight.

Look, we'll zip up, we'll zip back.

Worst case scenario, you'll be back before your dinner, right?

Why is it that you want to go so bad?

I have my reasons.

Was it you that sent me the invitation?

I have no idea what you're talking about now.

You know, most of what I found,

I found myself on this case, right?

Let me go with you. I promise I can help.

I like to work alone.

You'll barely even notice me.

I'm gonna regret this.

Yeah.

Most likely.

If you're coming, you make yourself useful.

Well, it certainly looks abandoned.

Nobody's been here in years.

What's that?

It's the invitation I was talking about earlier.

Maybe there's a broken window somewhere that we can get in?

I don't know.

Huh. Maybe someone was expecting us.

Well, I guess that answers that question as to whether or not we're in the right place.

I'll go look for some candles. Electricity.

Yeah.

Jack?

Have you always been in the habit

of touching things that aren't yours?

I, uh... no, I'm sorry, the door was open.

On the guest list, I presume.

Yes, um... I have an invitation somewhere.

Jack must have it. I can--

I do believe you... Teddy.

You know who I am?

Of course.

Do you know who I am?

Uh... well, I'm guessing... Lawrence Campton?

So, you don't find it odd that you know me,

but strange in that I know you.

You have had too many to drink, my friend.

Perhaps you should find yourself a cup of coffee

to straighten yourself out.

No, no, I'm just, uh... I'm just a little discombobulated.

Hm. Well, if you're not drunk,

perhaps you'll join me in becoming so.

I have a nice old whisky here.

Actually, older than I am.

Which is... saying something.

Well... to the New Year.

To the New Year.

Oh, well done, lad.

I've yet to meet a writer without the hidden talent

to be able to drink a great deal of alcohol

when the booze is free.

Why not sit down?

So, what do you like to write, Teddy?

Uh... scary stories, mostly.

A man with a dark heart.

A lover of Poe, are we?

Yes. Among others.

He was certainly the most original amongst them.

Mm-hm.

"Deep within that darkness peering,

long I stood there, wondering, fearing,

doubting, dreaming...

dreams no mortal dared to dream before."

Yes, yes. Yeah.

He had a lyrical quality to explain the darkness

I'm not sure we've seen since.

Mm-hm. He was mad, you know.

I've heard that.

Mm-hm.

"Men have called me mad...

but the question still remains,

whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence."

Well done. You are an aficionado.

I've been here a long time with mostly books for company,

and I think you'll find that I've memorized

most of that library.

Poe being the most ironic of the authors there.

Yeah.

Oh, are you looking for your friend?

Uh, yes. He went to go in search of candles.

I think you'll find you will no longer need them.

Well, it was quite dark when we came in

and there was no power, so...

Well... there's darkness everywhere, Teddy.

It's whether you engage it or not.

Do you know why I'm here?

I know why you think you're here.

But I'd be a poor host if I didn't remind you

that some things should not be written.

Not all stories should be told.

You have guests?

Of course! It's New Year's Eve.

Today?

What is the date on your invitation?

December 31st. But that's...

Well, there you go.

You arrived on the date your presence was requested.

How strange.

Why don't you go off and enjoy yourself, son?

Uh... you're not gonna come with me?

Why spoil the ending when you're only on the first page?

Yeah.

I see you found a light.

Yeah, in the basement.

I was, uh... just talking with Lawrence Campton.

Really. How is the old codger?

He's a man with secrets, I can tell you that much.

And we all have our secrets, don't we, Teddy?

You have secrets, Jack?

You can't impugn a man's character

for showing what we all have buried deep inside us, can we?

Hm.

You know what's funny?

The smoking room is so well-kept

and the rest of the house is so...

Well-kept?

Yeah.

What the hell?

Oh, what the hell?

I was just here.

It was just clean and beautiful.

I even had a drink with him here.

This is my glass.

Well, if you drank out of that, you did it a century ago.

You sure you're not hallucinating, 'cause, uh...

you definitely didn't drink from that.

Something isn't right.

Where's that coming from?

Sounds like it's coming from everywhere.

All right, you go upstairs.

I'm gonna look over here, alright?

Okay.

Hello?

Agh!

Teddy!

Hey!

I told you the dead are dangerous.

Agh, God...

What the hell got a hold of you?

It's not a matter of what, but who.

How'd you get away?

Who says I did?

She let me go.

And what makes you think that it's a "she"?

Just a hunch.

I don't know too many guys with nails like that.

Yeah.

Let's get the hell out of here.

I saw her as clearly as I see you.

I mean, she was dragged off into the dark.

It's a big yard, so who knows where.

I didn't see anything. No footprints.

No proof that she was real.

I think the scratches on your leg prove that she's real.

Question is, why is she reaching out to us?

Well, you're the dead seer.

I'm the person just investigating

the Campton murders.

Campton deaths.

There's no evidence to prove that they were ever murdered.

Mm hm.

All these spirits hanging around

don't make you think something?

Sometimes, when people pass,

they stay close to a person or a place, right?

These people died suddenly -- we know that much.

But who knows how they died?

They do, I'd imagine.

Yeah.

It's like I'm picking up on a psychic imprint, right?

You know, violent events can sometimes leave a mark,

kind of like a psychic mark.

It's like... a moment frozen in time.

It's like I'm tapping into that.

So... you're seeing what happened that night.

Yeah.

Grab a seat.

What are we doing?

Waiting.

For what?

Well, if we just sit and wait, maybe Lawrence will show up.

And what if he doesn't?

Uhh... it's the best idea I have.

If you have anything to add, please.

Does he just appear like magic or...

Just... sit. Quietly.

I think I'll read a book while we wait.

People always wanting to look at my books,

but no one ever bothers to ask.

Politeness seems to have skipped your generation.

Come and join us, Jack.

So... how's the party, Teddy?

I haven't seen anyone yet.

Oh, that's a shame.

I know they're all here.

Sometimes...

sometimes it takes people a while to come out

and want to be social.

What about the girl?

Was there one specifically you're talking about?

I'll talk from here, Jack.

Lawrence, what's today's date?

We've had this discussion before.

How does one forget New Year's Eve?

Are you aware of what happens tonight at your party?

Um... whisky, anyone?

Yes.

Huh?

What happened at your party?

Well, it's only just begun, uh...

I think we'll know a lot more

when it gets closer to midnight.

And what happens then?

Well, the New Year.

New lease on life, if you like.

You were being coy with me earlier.

Was I?

And you're being coy with me now.

I think...

your writer's imagination is getting the better of you.

Would you like another drink?

I think maybe we should leave.

Why would we do that?

Because someone's playing games, and I'm nobody's patsy.

Oh, it's no game, Teddy. It's a festive occasion.

Look, we are barely acquaintances,

and perhaps I misread you.

I meant no offence, but you came with someone unexpected,

and perhaps I was somewhat rude.

A lot of people die, here, tonight.

That's an unfortunate twist of fate, isn't it?

Do you not know?

Do you not want any help?

My... whew, you must be quite the writer.

I am on the edge of my seat.

I was told you'd be entertaining,

and now I can see that I will not be disappointed.

But seriously... why don't you go and enjoy yourselves?

Thank you for the drink.

Mm-hm.

Uh... there's one thing.

Um... I have a mistress.

You won't be able to miss her.

She's... she's quite lovely.

But she's very emotional, and, uh... prone to making scenes.

Bit of a bad upbringing.

So, if you see her, please, send her back my way --

with discretion, of course?

Of course.

What the hell you think that was about?

He's testing us, that's for sure.

I told you on the ride up --

he's accused of killing his girlfriend.

Maybe it's true.

Well, we know he dies tonight

along with a lot of other people.

When does he have the time to do it, right? And bury them.

Maybe somebody else kills them all.

What's that?

Well, it seems the party has started.

You wander around if you want.

I'm gonna go and chat with the bartender.

What can I get you, Teddy?

Uh... ginger ale?

It's New Year's. Ohh, how about having a real drink?

Uh... vodka soda.

You, uh... you work for Mr. Campton?

I do tonight.

Small party for such a rich guy.

There were dozens earlier, but there was a ruckus.

Didn't get to see it.

There's always a ruckus at these things.

What happened?

Rich folk bring their wives,

but their girlfriends eventually follow.

Never the twain shall meet, as they say.

But this time... the mistress brought her boyfriend,

who had no clue about any links with the old man.

Disaster in the making, Teddy.

A disaster in the making.

Huh. So, who is this mistress?

She's the one that's dancing with your friend.

Feisty girl, that one.

Mr. Campton was right.

She's gorgeous.

No use in having a mistress

if she isn't a step up on the old lady, wouldn't you agree?

Hard to, uh, argue with your logic...

Carrick.

Unusual name.

I'm an unusual guy.

You need anything else before I go?

Where are you going? It's not even midnight.

When your time comes...

the time comes.

You all right, Teddy? Had one too many, I think.

No, no.

What happened?

You gulped your vodka,

then proceeded to land your head right there on the bar.

Damnedest think I ever did see.

Didn't you just try and kill yourself?

No. Was I supposed to?

Ever get the feeling that you're going mad?

"That which you mistake for madness

is but an over-acuteness of the senses."

Everyone's a Poe fan, I see.

Huh. An excellent quote, nevertheless.

Madness isn't something to sneer at.

More often than not, it's wasted... on the weak.

You think so?

I know so.

How many people go mad

and just end up in a sanitarium somewhere, huh?

What a waste, when they're so close to touching God.

Yeah, I'll have to take your word on that one.

I don't think I have what it takes to be a madman.

Madness is a gift.

Don't mistake it for anything else but.

How often is greatness achieved

when insanity is removed from the equation?

I think I'll leave that

to greater minds than mine to decide.

As you wish.

Did you see my friend?

I believe he left, uh... shortly after you passed out.

Did you see where he went to?

Hey, what's going on with you, man?

Where is she?

Who?

Campton's mistress. Where is she?

I saw you dancing with her.

I don't know where she is.

Bullshit!

Look at this blood.

It goes all the way from the house to the lake.

Where is she?

What do you want me to do about it?

Everything that you're saying right now

happened decades ago.

We're just here to find out the truth.

Nothin'. You've got nothin'.

What is it?

Why did you insist on coming along?

Why does everyone know my name?

Why are you always--?

Why do you think I brought you here?

I think you're dead, Jack.

I know you're dead.

And I think you had something to do with tonight.

I think that you sent the invitation.

I think that you're the guilty one.

I think that all of this is a part of your plan

to clear your conscience.

Well, the game stops here.

I don't know who or what you are--

What I am is the only friend you've got here.

Stay away from me.

Who in the hell--?

It's not a question of who at this point.

Edward's right.

The visuals on this would be catastrophic.

Your shareholders would be jumping ship

at the first mention of a dead woman.

I didn't have anything to do with it.

You both have been within eyeshot of me all evening.

Allowing her to come to your party

in full view of your friends and family?

Completely arrogant.

Do you think for a minute

your wife wouldn't run off with all your money?

This is a disaster!

Where's the woman now?

She has a name.

And I don't give a rat's ass what it is.

Better for Edward and I that we don't.

I got Carrick to put her in the pond.

The body ended up there.

If she's found, they'll assume that she's drowned.

If there's a God,

he'll let it snow to cover up all the blood.

The bartender?

We always have a company man, Lawrence.

Unfortunately, he didn't monitor

your extracurricular activities.

When did the murder happen?

An hour or two ago.

After this evening's incident.

Fortunately for you, most people have gone home.

Those that are left are drunk, therefore manageable.

And for the price to build this place,

you could've ensured proper wiring.

I'll look after it.

Should I follow him?

It's probably a good idea.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna talk to our host,

see why they're trying to bury the body

and not find the murderer.

Frozen over already.

It really wasn't your day.

Who's there?

What the hell are you doing?

Get this done.

You scared the crap out of--

Oh, my God.

You're alive.

Help me.

I don't know what deal you made in hell.

No. No, please.

I don't know what happened.

No, please.

Please, you have to help me.

As God is my witness, you're an abomination.

And if the dead do rise,

they need to go back to whence they came.

Ah!

Please don't...

Your fear is ever so tasty.

Beg for my mercy.

Anything.

- Anything? - Yes.

Then die, my love.

I know you're out there, Jack.

I might save you to the very end,

so I can watch the life drain out of you.

What the hell happened?

You should know. You've been here all night.

If you are trying to torment me...

Look, I don't know what's going on,

but I'm trying to understand.

So let me help you.

Who would do such a thing?

Well, let's start with who found her.

Edward, I believe.

Edward? I don't know him.

Do you think that--

That Edward would kill my mistress?

Nonsense, nonsense. He's an old man.

Well, plenty of old men throughout history

have done horrific things,

especially to protect their interests. So...

His interests are to protect me,

and I highly doubt that he would have committed

such a heinous act.

But I'm not saying he's a saint, but... no.

Where is he now?

Oh, good Lord.

What in God's name are you?

I wasn't the one who killed you.

I had nothing to do with it.

If it's vengeance you want, so be it.

But you'll get nothing here.

Who was I to you, Edward?

You were Larry's whore.

Whore?

Yes. Whore.

What were you thinking,

bringing your man to your benefactor's home

with his wife present, flaunting in front of everyone?

So, men can have two women, but a woman can't have two men?

Oh, Edward.

It was your man that did this to you.

The whore killed by her jealous boyfriend.

Thanks for the heads up.

But I was too busy being beaten and strangled to notice.

Yes, well...

That will be your undoing.

Well, you're assuming that I'm not already undone.

You're a wonderful dancer.

Now, let the life in you bleed out.

What?

Feed me, Edward.

Let me take the light from you just like you all took from me.

I can't see.

I see... only darkness.

Don't let me suffer! Please!

"Never to suffer is never to have been blessed."

Ahh...!

That's Edward, I'm assuming?

Oh!

What on Earth is happening here?

Seems you have a murderer on the loose.

Or a very pissed off ghost.

Do you have any weapons in this house?

Uh, none. Uh, aside... from an old revolver.

But that's in the master chambers in the night table.

But, uh...

-I believe... -What?

That my wife might have ended up there.

Uh...

I think it's highly doubtful that she would've left the house

after the debacle earlier,

no matter what the others are saying.

But she is emotionally fragile and difficult to deal with...

at the best of times.

You mean to tell me

that you have a murderer on the loose in your house

and you haven't bothered to go check if she's safe?

Have you all gone mad?

Well, perhaps the house induces madness.

I do not know.

But I would advise you to use caution if you look for her.

And why would anyone be afraid of a 70-year-old woman?

Mrs. Campton?

Mrs. Campton, are you all right?

Uh... ma'am, uh...

there was an injury to one of your guests tonight,

and I just came up to check on you.

Was it serious?

I'm afraid so.

Someone died.

Ohh, dear.

A dreadful night.

Yes, it is. Look, do you need anything?

Would you like to leave?

Leave?

No, no. This is my home.

I'll still be here well after all of you have gone.

Well, did you see anything weird tonight

or did you hear anything unusual?

Was it the young girl who died?

Yes.

One of them.

Hopefully, it was the bitch that was screwing my husband.

I beg your pardon?

Mmm, so it was.

But, ma'am, a woman died tonight.

In your home.

I was told a long time ago

not to say bad things about the dead.

She's dead.

Good!

You look disappointed, son. Don't be.

Human nature allowed her to do what she did,

and God's good grace gave me the right to despise her for it.

Well, there's something darker going on here,

and I think you know that.

Darkness follows the human soul...

in this life and beyond.

I'm comfortable with the choices I've made.

How about you?

I... I don't know.

Mmm. The killer looked an awful lot like you, didn't he?

No.

No, that's not true.

We all meet the maker, one time or another, Jack.

It's just that some have a better story to tell.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Teddy's.

How'd you get in here?

No, he wasn't that hard to track.

I talked to his secretary.

Well, I guess you could say I'm attached to the guy.

Maybe you could tell me about your books.

Many a first edition on those shelves.

I began collecting in my youth.

Is there any one that's your favourite?

Oh, many.

Words are God's greatest gift to man.

Please, feel free to peruse, if you wish.

Yeah, a real who's who of the written word.

Oh, yes,

and you'll find yourself on those shelves, as well.

Me? No.

Maybe some day.

No perhaps, lad.

I believe it was one of the novels

you pulled off the shelf earlier.

Theodore Russell?

That can't be.

A little lyrical for my liking, but, um...

the prose is strong and true.

Very good first work. You should be proud.

No, I'm a horror writer.

Horror? No, no, no, no.

There's nothing of that kind of trash in there.

No, I'm a journalist.

No, you're neither of those things.

Enough with the drink.

The night is raging on as it is,

and I don't need a drunken author in my midst.

Especially one with a goddamned temper.

No, no, I... I'm investigating all of the deaths

of everyone at Campton House.

Everyone at Campton House.

Yeah, my invitation, it was real.

Why wouldn't it be?

It's a party.

We like to invite noted authors and businessmen.

But had I known that you were dating my mistress,

I might not have extended the invitation.

And then knowing your reaction.

I've always been told that the line between genius and madness

is a fine one.

And you are living proof of that, my friend.

So you're the ghost guy.

Yeah. I'm the author

that's investigating the Campton murders.

No. You're the guy that's got him all crazy.

You know he thinks he's you, right?

He's the investigator.

Yeah.

You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?

Why?

This is an important historic event.

No. No, it's not. It's hell.

It's like living in hell.

As a matter of fact, it could be hell.

You know that I'm tied to him, right?

That we're all tied together

in some universal, karmic bullshit way.

And now he's gone mad,

and has no memory of it, but he gets to leave.

Which means I get to break out, too.

I'm just trying to find the guy a road home, man.

Right, right,

and make a little bit of money off your bullshit book?

Yeah, of course.

It's what I do.

But listen, I had no idea what was going on here.

Right.

But you can still leave.

You can still go back to your bullshit existence.

I can't -- we can't.

So, believe me, if I can't go...

you're not going anywhere, either.

Hello, love.

Come to finish the job, have you?

Seems like a fair deal.

I am not the moral arbiter here, Zoe.

Who knows what's fair in God's eyes.

I've done a good amount of bad in my life to go with the good.

Ha. My demise will neither improve my lot --

nor yours, I suppose.

But, uh...

there's something really juicy about revenge, isn't there?

A feeling of power one gets

from returning the hatred you feel was directed at you.

And I was not responsible for your death.

Nor were the many people I'm afraid you killed

all in your vain and impossible search

to silence the voices in your head.

Hate binds the souls of people together.

This may not be what they teach you in the Bible,

but it's a fact, nonetheless.

Wars are fought for nothing more than a slight

between one madman to another.

Take me if you must.

But our souls will be forever entwined, always connected.

For even if your evil haunts me for eternity,

my good will haunt your soul.

Sounds good to me.

See you on the other side.

Agh!

Oh!

I told you I am not staying here.

I'm not staying here. You understand me?

I'm not staying...

I only grazed him.

He's got a hole in his chest.

Yes. Hm.

Like I said, I grazed him.

Well, I'm not sure what your definition of "graze" is, but...

thank you.

He's not dead.

So, get yourself to wherever it is that you need to go.

I can shoot him again, if you like.

Just get to your room, it's safer there.

She's gonna come after you, you know that.

Well, this kitty has claws, too.

I have no doubts about that, ma'am.

I don't remember this.

I gotta get a couple of bottles out of the cellar.

Can you guys keep an eye on things for me?

Absolutely. Of course.

You're gonna get yourself into trouble doing that.

This stuff's all free.

I mean, c'mon, who's gonna see it?

The old man?

The guy never comes out of his room.

That is kind of odd, isn't it?

I never understood rich people.

I mean, I live two classes below,

and sadly I'll never have enough money to be that eccentric.

If you don't dance with me soon,

I'll find someone else who will.

Your lady is quite the stunner.

Wow.

Yes, she is.

[She's quite a beauty, isn't she?

Mr. Campton's a lucky man.

What?

That's the boss's mistress.

That girl, Zoe?

Yes.

Edward was all upset about it earlier.

He's one of Campton's partners.

Was furious that she showed up here tonight.

The old man is hiding out in the study

to avoid a confrontation between her and the wife.

What are you gonna do about that?

She let you bring her here, and he screws her here.

You gonna let her get away with that?

I guess not.

Oh! What are you doing? Let me go!

What kind of game are you playing?

I'm sorry, he's had too much to drink.

What, are you playing me for a fool?

What are you talking about, Teddy?

You and Campton.

What, are you sleeping with him?

No!

I did in the past.

Now, please stop it. It's long over.

And you let me bring you here.

What kind of a twisted...?

This was important for you,

and maybe I wanted to show him that it was over,

that I've moved on.

I don't need him anymore.

You used me?

I can't believe it.

Are you a child?

When did this become about you?

Has jealousy eaten up all of your common sense?

You came here with me. You're leaving with me.

What I did in my past is none of your goddamn business.

Stay down.

No. You stay down.

What are you all looking at?

You deserved that.

You are just like your father.

What did you just say?

A bully with smallness between the legs.

Now you're finally Daddy's Boy.

Like father, like son.

Congratulations.

Shut up.

Shut up? I'm not gonna shut up.

I'm gonna scream it from the rafters--

I am not my father!

No, Teddy.

You're worse.

You're a man so afraid of his father, that you became him.

Now, he might have been an asshole,

but you chose to be one,

and that's the difference.

You're a weak little man...

I am not weak.

I am not weak.

I am not weak.

I'm not weak.

I'm not weak.

What are you looking for?

Now, as God is my witness, I don't remember killing her.

What do you remember?

I remember hitting her. I... I did that.

You can't connect the dots

between hitting a woman and killing her?

It's against my nature to have even hit her.

That's what they all say, Teddy.

"It never happened."

"It was my first time."

It was my first--

There's always a first time, Teddy.

That's the fucking point!

There's got to be more to it.

There's no way I'd throw away so much for so little.

Yeah, what if there's not more to it, huh?

What if the reason that all of this is happening

is because you can't handle the truth?

The truth?

You have no right to talk to me about the truth?

You're the one who fooled me into thinking that I was you.

My truth is not what's keeping you all stuck here.

You know what the madman and the dead man

have in common, Teddy?

They don't know that they're dead -- or mad.

I'm not mad.

I'm not.

Then tell me what happened!

Nothing. Nothing happened.

I need you to remember,

or else this is gonna continue to happen

over and over and over forever.

For God's sake, Teddy.

Agh!

Hey.

Don't just stand there.

Grab a leg. C'mon.

Why are you here?

You know, Teddy,

I don't think you're thinking straight anymore.

And to be be honest with you,

you were much more interesting

when you were completely mad.

-Did you kill Zoe? -Me?

Why the hell would I kill her?

You just... you just tried to kill Jack.

Oh, buddy, that's called "self preservation".

And he's not dead, he's just...

he's just down for a bit.

Is she... here right now?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's always here.

So, I'd mind your Ps and Qs.

I mean, you know we're stuck in this together, right?

Over and over again. One continuous loop.

All the time.

I don't... I don't believe you.

You don't believe me?

No, you're just... you're just as bad as he is.

You knew who I was.

You let me go on pretending like I was somebody else.

Yeah! And you know what?

It was a nice break

from living with the evil in this house.

You, my friend,

need to take responsibility for your own insanity.

No. You can't put this on me.

She was my girlfriend

and there's no way I would've killed her. But you--

Oh, ho ho! Ladies and gentlemen, Mad Teddy is back!

We'll be back at the bar before you know it, right?

No. I'm not mad.

Oh, yes, you are.

Fully and completely.

And you know what?

Between friends?

That was your most endearing quality.

It really was.

-Shut up. -No.

-Shut up. -No, no, no.

See, I'm not gonna shut up.

Because you're the reason that I'm here.

So, I'm gonna talk as much as I want to.

Shut up.

All of you, just shut up.

All the voices just need to stop!

Just shut up!

There you are! Keeping reaching.

You're almost there, man. Keep reaching.

Just reach for that door.

You're almost there.

What are you gonna do, Teddy, huh?

What are you gonna do?

You gonna kill me?

Yeah! I'd like to see you try.

You're just a pathetic... little worm.

Sorry.

Agh!

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut! Up!

Shut!

Come here.

Agh, come here, come here.

Stop, please!

Please, stop!

Stop it, Teddy!

No! Teddy, please!

Oh, my God, Teddy. Stop, please!

Oh, oh!

Happy New Year!

You done yet?

You have no idea what it's like.

What? To accept my own madness?

You're right, I don't.

But we've come to a conclusion, haven't we?

Mystery solved.

The world goes on.

Why show me this?

Why are you trying to solve a mystery

that happened decades ago?

A lot of people died, Teddy.

A lot.

And if you don't see that--

That's not on me.

I didn't kill those people.

That's on her.

I didn't ask for any of that.

If you don't start the chain of actions,

then nothing else happens.

Everyone lives.

The evil that's in this place was created by evil, Teddy.

That's how it works.

What are you gonna do, huh?

How are you gonna punish me?

Punish the, uh, dead?

The universe has far worse to offer than anything I can do.

I did what a thousand men would do -- and have done.

That still doesn't make it right, Teddy.

Help!

- Jack! - I can't.

Jack!

Your fate was sealed long before I was born!

Please help! Jack!

Jack, please!

Good morning, Miss Danner.

Good morning, Jack. Welcome back.

Thank you very much. Any clients?

Mm-mm.

Ah, that's exactly how I like it. Nice and quiet.