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All right.

All right, then, Mr. Jarvis,

let's get underway
with the interview here, okay?

Uh, we'll be taping this.

It was... the most dangerous time.

Wild time.

Unpredictable.

As fierce as the Windego...

yet with the curiosity
of a wildcat.

Thirsty for blood.

It was the greatest

of my many theories.

Yet it resembled

my greatest success.

Yeah. Right.

If you don't mind,
we're gonna begin. Okay?

Let's just start simply,
okay?

It shows here
in the first official recording

of this asylum,

that would be
January 1911,

that you were an intern
working under doctor...

Actually, we don't have that.

Do we have
the date correct, Mr. Jarvis?

His eyes,

his hands.

How could we have known?

Mr. Jarvis,
is the date correct?

Is the date correct?

Do not rush me,
you cunt!

I have to tell you,

the beginnings
of this asylum

is to root way back

into dark,
forgotten seasons

back when
the primordial ooze

still boiled
at the dawn of time.

Its history is darker
than the Middle Ages,

my friend, darker than
the bottom tier of hell.

You see...

this asylum wasn't
built in a day,

nor did it get
the way it is now

because of its founders.

The asylum
was built on fear,

fear of the unknown,

its darkest origins

speaking in the mind
of an inbred

named Joe Slaader
of the Catskill Mountains.

Sleep.

Sleep now, baby girl.

I can't, Daddy,
I can't.

You must to sleep!
None live with no sleep.

We sleep,
Amducious come

and make us free.

Sleep!

Sleep, sleep, sleep!

Sleep!

In him, we gave meaning

to what we did here.

In him, we justified

our places here,

justified...

our dirtiest deeds.

Wake up, Joe.
Sleep time is over now.

Wake up, Joe.
Sleep time's over.

Wake up, Joe.
Sleep time's over now.

Wake up, Joe.

Sleep time
is over now.

I have blood!

Follow the blood!

Must be dead!

No! No! No kill!

Find Joe,

then ask Amducious!

Well, well, well.

Seems someone's
already formed a posse.

Hello, boys.

Must be something
really important

goin' on here for you guys
to be away from your homes.

Mighty important
for you to stop fuckin'

your sisters
for more 'n a minute.

- We find blood.
- You find blood, do you?

Well, no shit.

We found gallons of it
in your cabin down yonder.

We have a missing inbred,
a missing head, and now I got a posse

of you searchin' for
the same thing we are.

You want to explain that,
you stupid son of a bitch?

You make me sick.

My stomach turns at the sight of you.
We're takin over this search.

If you want to dispute that,
we'll just arrest you

for incest, bigamy, huh?

Conspiracy?

Just for general
fuckin' ugliness.

We go back.

No! You are
comin' with us.

No! We no abide!

You will abide,
and you will come with us!

There's three dead, one missing...
one of your own.

And that's enough for us
to turn your campsite upside down.

Sir!

What?

Dear God...

Sweet Jesus.

You go into town today, Joe?

I guess we'll know that I sleep.

You be careful.

Don't say bad things.
You sleep.

Oh, I hate the bad things.

I hate the bad things.

You see, my dear,
I've always believed

that human thought
is the product

of atomic or molecular motion.

And that motion
can be converted

into... to ether waves,

like heat, light, electricity.

It's much like
my device here.

With the energy from
the muscle tissue in my arm

transferred to the crank,

to the fuses,
to the wires...

I am able to harness
electricity itself.

And what I propose is that,

we can harness human thought
in the exact same way.

Given the most recent developments
in electro-shock therapy,

I think it's obvious
that science is on the cusp

of a major breakthrough here.

Or should I say "we"

are on the cusp, my dear?

Now...

You, of all people,

should have no cause
to doubt this.

You understand...

the relationship...

between thought
and electric current...

how electric stimulus
from an outside source

charges through your brain

in negative and positive charges,

forcing through the synapses
of your brain.

Yes... you understand
very well, my dear.

Are you ready, Ardelia?

Now...

let us see

whether or not I am right.

I am told Dr. Barnard
is holding a new inmate.

Or should I say "patient"?

Yes, Dr. Wardlow. They're
in examination room one.

- Would you care for me to get them?
- That shouldn't be necessary.

I can see that
it might be some trouble

for you to unlodge yourself
from your desk.

So we'll feel free
to make ourselves at home.

Damn it!

More interruptions.

We... are far...

from finished, my sweet.

Edward.

He was the one.

Edward?

Edward who?

You wouldn't know about Edward,

would you?

Edward Eischel.

A damn intern, just like me,

when I first came here.

But he was
much more than that.

Thank you you for
joining us, Mr. Eischel.

You see, if Joe Slaader

was the first sign
of the Apocalypse,

why, then Edward Eischel
was the anti-Christ.

Dr. Fenton will
be arriving shortly.

Until then,
I'll stay as physician

in this interrogation.

Very well.

Let us begin with age.

Judging from the thinness
of his hair

and the decayed
condition of his teeth,

I would record him
as a man of about 40.

Remove the dressing.

The condition of his
facial countenance is poor,

suggesting that he would fit

into the mongoloid classification.

His skin is rough
and calloused,

to the equivalence of leather,

and he has numerous
chromosomal abnormalities.

These are classic signs
of those people

indigenous to
the uncivilized region

of the Catskill Mountains.

Put simply, the subject
is the product

of gratuitous inbreeding.

I should've hoped for
a more suitable asylum

for such a specimen.

He has a 3-inch bulge

protruding from
his right shoulder blade.

This is a bizarre deformity.

It has a familiar shape.

A face, perhaps.

Fetal twins,
unsegregated at birth.

I can hardly wait to get
to the vivisection.

Wardlow,

was at the height
of his powers that night,

intoxicated by his position

of authority.

Well. Now that the initial
exam is completed,

you've done all
that is necessary...

I would like to complete
my examination, Doctor!

But Dr. Fenton is not...

Do not supposed that you are in control
of these proceedings.

And do not begin to think
that you have jurisdiction here.

I am the superior alienist in this room,
in this county!

You do remember that, don't you?

- I just want...
- Dr. Barnard!

We are the link between
the civilized world

and this society.

We are both
doctor and deputy.

We are both
judge and jury.

So do not presume that you rise
to our level, sir.

You speak when called upon.

You are merely the custodians

of one of the many spheres
of my influence.

I am in control now, sir!

Harness the patient!

Do you know what per diem etrium
means, Doctor?

No. I don't suppose you do.

It means to extract vicariously.

Allow me to communicate

with the patient.

Joe. Joe!

Can you communicate?

Of course you
can't communicate.

It is like your kind
not to communicate

in a decent and civilized manner.

I'm going to help you, Joe.

Or should I say
my methods are going to help you

and help us decide if
you are beyond repair.

Slop. Slop.

Slop. Douche.

Slop... douche.

That was unintelligible, Joe.

That was ignorant talk.

I want you to talk civilized

so that we may learn what
happened up on your mountain.

Tell us in clear language.

I go to drink.
I can smell ovens. I sleep.

I wake with bad things.

Very well. Let me apply
the leeches.

We will bleed the insanity
out of you, Joe.

I go to drink.
I... kiss my lovin's.

- This will make you talk.
- I sleep.

I... I wake with bad things.

I wake with bad things.

All right, Joe.

Let's see if we can extract

that little deformity
from your back.

Perhaps your little tag-along
is the source of your depravity.

Fool! That will
only make things worse!

Mr. Eischel!

I think I might extract
that tongue of yours

whilst I'm draining
this inbred's backside.

- Your lack of respect...
- Dr. Wardlow,

I would have thought that you

would have exhausted
all of your procedures by now.

Actually, Dr. Fenton,
I had just about,

when this upstart intern of yours
decided to assault us

with his own
unsolicited opinion.

Very well. If you
will excuse yourselves.

By my authority, we need
to prep the patient.

I am nearly complete
with the subject.

Well, you will have to
finish at another time, sir.

There is no other time.

Spare me your ridiculous...

I simply do not want
to breach the jurisdiction

and have to report mishandling

on a prime suspect!

It is in the law
that anyone...

Sleep!

I know the law.

I all but wrote the law,

you foolish old man!

Dr. Fenton,

let us speak
on this matter tomorrow.

I wouldn't want to waste

a perfectly good shot,
now, would I?

A little harmless
laughing serum

never hurts, does it, friend?

As for the needle...

that is another matter.

Let Dr. Fenton clean that up.

So Edward was charged
with looking after Joe.

Is that right, Dr. Jarvis?

Edward charged
himself with that duty.

And on that first night,

the full machinations
of his warped mind

began to twist and turn.

The connections between
Joe's two identities

that Wardlow only
narrowly understood

were becoming
clearer and clearer

to Edward.

Time is of the utmost
importance, my friend.

You must not die now.

At least not until

I get acquainted
with your friend.

How can you talk like that?

Who are you?

How can you
speak like this?

- Speak to me again!
- Kiss my lovin's.

Speak to me like you
just spoke to me, damn it.

I wake with bad things.

A connection was obvious

between the feeble mind
in Joe's head

and the potentially
brilliant mind

in his back!

Now, who do you suppose is
gonna have to clean this up?

You.

Doctor! I cut 'em off!

I... I really did it this time.
I cut those little bastards...

Yeah! Yeah! Easy, Doc.
He ain't lyin'.

I don't mind.

So, there's enough
for the both of us.

Shoulda seen me.

I got the scissors.

Boys, I gotta go.
Okay? Not today.

Wait! Don't you wanna know why?

Yeah, ask him.
It's real good, Eddie.

Jasper, why don't you
spare me the suspense

and just tell me.

Jasper, come here.
Jasper, no.

What is it?
Come here.

Hey! Damn it,
you fool! No!

Piece by piece
by piece by piece.

Just like Jason
and the Golden Fleece.

For now, I just suggest
that we can...

understand the character
of someone...

the nature of their brain

by merely analyzing
the shape of their skull,

their bumps and divots.

What, I wonder,
would those hacks make

of your second mind?

How do you
analyze a man who

holds half the power
of his mind

in the curvature
of his spine?

You can finally
sleep now, my friend,

just like you hoped,
into your dreams.

I wonder what happens there,

in that mind,
in those minds.

- Wake up, Joe.
- Sleep...

Wake up, Joe.

J.

I kiss my lovin'.

Now, baby girl!
Now.

- Wake up, Joe.
- Wake up, Joe.

Wake up, Joe.

Piece by piece! Piece by piece!
Piece by piece! Piece by piece!

Piece by piece! Piece by piece!
Piece by piece!

Piece by piece! Piece by piece!

Piece by Piece! Piece by piece!
Piece by piece!

- Piece by piece!
- Hi, Joe.

By piece!

Wake up, Joel

Amducious.

Joe! Joe!

Move! Speak!

Move! Gruntle,
damn it! Move!

Curious.

I have the only key.

It's the only way out.

There's much more to this.

Much, much more.

Curious.

Curious.

I see you've come down
to help with the disposal.

Disposal of what?

Jasper Crown was viciously
murdered last night.

Interesting.

"Interesting" is hardly the term
for such a mutilation.

His skin was ripped
off of his bones.

Pieces of him were found
all over his cell.

The blood was everywhere.

Maybe you shouldn't
work here, then.

What was that?

I said what a terrible sin.

Yes. I would agree.

Is Joe Slaader prepped
for Dr. Fenton's exam?

He is.
He's still unconscious,

so an eye-level physical exam
is all that we'll be able to obtain.

That'll be well enough.

Now... go assist
with the clean-up.

We don't want those heinous
vipers comin' up with me.

Moron.

And to think the mutant care
of these people are in his hands.

Most men would've been turned away

by this bloodshed.

The confusion and horror of it

would've stopped them
in their tracks,

but Edward...

Edward, he was different.

What made Barnard
and everyone else shiver

excited him beyond belief...

and provided the momentum
to his work

and his ideas.

Good morning, sweetheart.

The good doctor is in.

I had a most astounding
evening last night.

The most astonishing patient
was admitted here,

and I have only been
allowed a limited time

to experiment with him.

And, well... my work has hit
a bit of a bump already.

Or shall I say a bridge,

a bridge to link
the human mind

to the one thing
it's always sought.

Call it what you will...
telepathy, ESP,

astral projections,

or simply put,

the ability
to unshackle the brain

from unnecessary hindrances.

The very things, Ardelia,

the very same things that you
and I have been talking about.

This work that
I'm doin' with you...

it's clear to me.

It's... it's as if
I were destined...

No. Not scientific.

Indeed... the work that you
and I have been doing here

will definitely open up
the possibilities

of Joe Slaader
even more to me.

Through my work,
the world can be given

a new set of eyes,

breathe new air,
speak a million times clearer.

Through us, Ardelia,

whole worlds can be created.

But... to transcend...

first we must begin
with a more,

shall we say, basic pursuit

before reaching
the greater summit.

I knew you would agree,
my sweet.

That is correct.

That is the pleasure point
of your brain.

Are you ready, Ardelia?

Are you ready to take
tele-human electricity to the limit?

Let us begin apace.

Let us see whether or not
we can harness the world of thought.

Move your body.

Very interesting.
Involuntary reflex.

Something seems
a bit fuzzy.

Tell me something,
Ardelia...

something I'd like to hear.

Tell me that you love me.

I...

Speak clearly, Ardelia.

Do you feel that, honey?

Do your loins ache for
my snapped impulses?

Tell me that I'm your guy.

Give me more. I want
to hear you, Ardelia.

Yes, that is correct.

- More!
- The brain is the core of all things...

pleasurable and painful.

- More!
- Now we shall incite the pleasure.

I want you to feel me,
feel my strength.

More!

Yes. Yes!

Now you can feel
true sensations

in the rawest form!

Yes.

Very interesting.

You've changed
in a certain way.

Progressed, maybe.

Impossible.

Yet the evidence of your emotional increase
is still apparent.

More.

Just like a woman
to beg for more.

"More. More."

More...

No more, my sweet.

We wouldn't want to
overdo it, now, would we?

You have no idea
how powerful

a man like myself
can be.

It's 12:00.

Fenton. Damn it.

More.

Sorry I'm late.

I apologize, Dr. Fenton. I didn't realize
you were in another meeting.

- I'll return shortly.
- No, no, Mr. Eischel!

These men are here for you.

I, of course, oppose their
intrusion on our daily meeting,

but they insisted.

That will be quite
enough, Dr. Fenton.

Excuse me, Dr. Wardlow,

am I to understand that
I'm in some kind of trouble?

A simple reprimand is all that
should be necessary this morning.

We have quite a
lot on our slate,

given the latest mutilation,

so we can't be bothered
too much with this.

I don't...

But your outburst yesterday evening

was inexcusable,
not to mention

highly unprofessional.

If you aspire to a position

of any significance
in this institution,

then you will heed my
words with great caution.

When we have a man...

strike that... a monster
in our custody,

it is necessary for us to
break him, shatter his will.

Our methods are highly
regarded at facilities

of much greater import
than this tomb,

and you would do well
not to question them,

Mr. Eischel.

I cannot abide some
namby-pamby intern

questioning my authority
whilst I am working.

Such an act is
detestable to me, sir.

More so than the acts of that inbred
cornpoke we were admitting.

- Am I allowed to retort?
- Edward, please.

I should think that your
reaction would be one

of relief that we have not extinguished
your career here, sir.

And I should think that a man of such
reputable education

and experience would recognize
the pure gem

of an unfettered and
remarkable intellect

when he holds it
in his own hands,

instead of resorting to such base
and uninformed tactics as leeches.

I thought you to be a doctor, sir,
not a snake oil salesman.

Edward!

That's quite all
right, Dr. Fenton.

You don't have to feign
anger on my account.

I realize you detest me
as much as this worm here.

I may be a man of great dignity
and respect in this community,

a man of tremendous
learning and honor,

but don't presume
for one second,

that I am above fucking you
like a low-rent whore.

With a moment's notice, I can
crush your balls in my hand,

and toss you aside to the gutter,
never to be heard from again.

Don't you forget that,
you insolent bastard!

Good day, sir.

Dr. Fenton, I think that
we should discuss Jasper.

Leave.

- Shouldn't we have our meeting now?
- Leave, Eischel!

Well, at least that's finished.

- What is this?
- Hello, Uncle.

Has anyone seen this?

We have a dead patient,

with a syringe in his head.

Welcome, Uncle Irving.
This is unexpected.

My boy, have you seen this
mess by the front door?

I should figure.

I come to visit my
nephew... what do I find?

Edward, there is a dead
body on the floor.

What in heaven's name is
going on in this place?

How long has that
corpse been there?

Aren't there interns

responsible for cleaning up
such things?

To what do I owe the honor
of this visit, Uncle?

"To what do I owe the honor..."

Should you have to even ask?

Is it unusual for your sole benefactor
to want to see where you work,

and what kind of work
they have you doing?

It is truly not
a good time now, Uncle.

The asylum has been
under a lot of pressure.

Is that Dr. Wardlow?

Edward, you've been much
too modest about this place.

It must be very important
to employ an alien.

Hardly. Good day, sir.

Wait, Dr. Wardlow.

You may not remember me.

I met you at the Governor's
mansion several years ago.

- I am Dr. Irving...
- Uncle!

I do not think these men
have time to chat with us.

Let us be on our way.

Hardly the truth, Edward.

We have all the time we need.

What is your
practice, Doctor?

I am a family doctor.

But I've been conducting
interesting experiments

for the last few years.

I've just achieved a
breakthrough in fungus.

Uncle, now is not the time!

Edward, hush.

I hold alienists in
the very highest regard,

as should you.

Well, Doctor,

I hold family doctors in
a special place as well.

Without your practices,

we alienists wouldn't have
time to do the work we do,

the important work.

Have a wonderful visit.

Not the right time,
indeed, huh?

You ungrateful nephew.

I get you into a good school despite
your questionable merits.

I pay your tuition,
every damn cent,

and you try to brush me off.

- Your parents never would've...
- Enough!

You took my happy home!

My happy home!

And your work...

I want to see where
my money's gone.

They killed Brother Don!

He's dead, I tell you.
He's dead!

If you come, he'll die.
He'll be perfect.

He had no pricklies!

If you come, he'll die!

God! She's saying to me,

"Piece by piece by piece."

Oh, please.

He was so fucking nice.

Oh, God.

Piece by piece.
Piece by piece.

Piece by piece
by piece by piece

by the golden fleece.

She's saying to me!

Piece by piece!

Piece by piece!

Now there is a man
for solitary.

No wonder you look
so tattered, Edward.

This place is as sloppy
as a pig's trough.

Show me more.
I want to see your work.

You know, in my day, these mental
delinquents were not a problem.

We just hung 'em.
One noose and poof!

Since when did they put
interns in the basement?

Do all the interns
work down here?

Do you have anything
to drink? I'm parched.

You nearly walked
me to death.

What was all
that commotion,

and why couldn't I walk
in all the corridors?

I tell you, this place is a miserable excuse
for an asylum.

If I ran this place, I'd...

Dear God!

What is this?

This is my research,

years of development.

Development of what?

Why would you have
need of this?

Sorted mamalian brains.

It's deep, Uncle.

These took seven hours
to extract from one patient.

It was very difficult.

Ah, she's dead!

She's not dead, Uncle.

She's far from it.

You just haven't
said anything to her.

Are you trying
to be humorous?

Come now, Uncle.
Say something.

You're upsetting her,
I can tell.

Uh, hello?
What's her name?

Ardelia.

Hello, Ardelia.

- She's alive!
- Of course she's alive!

I...

more...

What?

I...

love...

What do you love?

More... more...

faster...

- Fascinating.
- Dear God in heaven!

You are keeping a cadaver
as a kind of a sex toy?

This is worse than I
could have imagined.

It's unholy!

You're a bastard
to the profession!

- You're tampering with mortality!
- I've done nothing of the sort.

You have, Edward, you have.
You will be damned!

I have harnessed the electric current
of the brain,

commanding it at my will
with the flip of a switch.

Look at you!
You are a freak!

Sitting in your lab performing
sexual experiments,

while the real doctors move
above you, saving lives.

You're a mockery and a misfit in the field
that we... that I work in.

I am a pioneer on the modern
thought of brain functions.

I have the ability
to manipulate...

I know all about your manipulations.
Yes, yes, I see.

I know that you could
never be a nephew of mine.

No, sweet God, no!
This is an outrage!

I am more of a scientist
than you will ever be!

Will you kill me
and make me into a monster?

I do not create monsters.

I channel the human brain.

I can create thoughts
where thoughts never existed.

I can take a vegetable mind
and make it live again.

In my hands,
the brain can think,

where in others
it's tossed aside

like a wasted piece
of tissue in haste.

You've brought nothing
but shame upon the family.

Today, you are dead to us!

I can even monitor thought
with this device here.

And if I can help it,

your days down here
are numbered.

Playing with minds...

What do you think
you are, God Almighty?

So be it!

Let me die to my family.
It's my profession.

They're all without hope
anyway, trudging about

with archaic thoughts and
prehistoric philosophies.

Let me die to them.
Let me die!

They can all go to hell!

Go to hell!

Joe, I want to do
some tests on you.

There's certain
elements in your head,

that, if harnessed properly,
can give me a clear image

of what happens inside your mind
or shall I say, "minds?"

I know the drink.

I kissed my lovins.

Sleep.

I wake with bad things.

That is as I thought
you would say.

But what of the other,

the other inside you?

Why does that voice only get
to speak on select occasions?

I wake with bad things.

No matter.

I will bring the voice out and meet
the mind of your deformed,

yet brilliant fetal twin,

the one that's been trapped in your body
for close to 50 years.

Let us begin.

Dr. Wardlow, I didn't realize
you were in the middle of...

Oh, yes.

It's a far cry from
fungus, Uncle Irving.

- Yes.
- What do you want?

My time is precious

to me and those around me.

I come to you out of concern.

- You realize this.
- Of course. Of course.

This had better be
important, Dr. Eischel.

Yes, it really, truly is.

You realize...

the brain conducts a million
functions every second,

and with those, a billion
electrical charges

carry and relay messages
to the whole body.

To harness those,

to differentiate
between them...

would give me
the opportunity

to read your mind
like a picture book.

There are many matters
that deserve our attention.

Yes, but it's hard to...

Speak plain, sir!

Do not waste my time with
an old man's muttering.

My nephew is
conducting experiments.

He's tampering with the human brain
through electricity.

He has a live subject

in the cellar of this asylum.

The scientific approach to this.

Sleep.

Just tell me.

I must sleep.

Tell me.

Who is Amducious?

Who is Amducious?

Sleep.

Who is Amducious?

Is that all?

A child tampering
with his pet.

He... mentioned a new arrival.

- Joe Slaader.
- Yes, yes.

That's the one.

He intends to test
his theories on him.

Why is his name written
in blood on our walls?

Is he the man within you?

Speak to me!

What? On my patient?
Impossible!

It's true.

The audacity!

That's it. Speak!

More, Joe, more!

Am... duci...

More! More!

More!

Am... du... ci...

No! No, this can't be!

I'm so close!

You don't need
to harness my voice.

I can speak just
fine on my own.

What?

I would think by now that
you would have overcome

these eccentric
outbursts at my arrival.

I am, after all,
part of Joe.

So you are his fetal twin!

- You are the second mind.
- Such a simple mind.

You have not yet searched
all your possibilities.

You have not yet delved into
the deepest, darkest canyon

to find me yet, have you?

You were the protrusion
on his back! You have to be!

Through a maze
of synaptic impulses,

the two beings have
fused into one.

Joe is the involuntary being

and you are his
voluntary counterpart,

the one actually in control.

You still are not listening.

Think, think of all
the possibilities.

Then you will find...

Just tell me this.
Tell me, who is Amducious?

I am Amducious.

When you call my name,
know this:

You call upon me,
Amducious,

master and ruler
of Joe Slaader.

- He is but a host.
- Host?

I... am... Amducious.

Joe will sleep now.

Wait! Why sleep?
What is in sleep?

In sleep, Edward,
is freedom.

When we dream, life becomes
a world ready to serve.

All you have to do is desire.

My Bonnie lies over

My Bonnie lies
over the sea

My Bonnie lies over

Lies over the sea

My Bonnie lies over

Bonnie lies over

My Bonnie lies over the sea

My Bonnie lies over the sea

My Bonnie lies over the sea

Dear Christ.

Amducious?

Too much to clean up
this time, Joe.

Too much to hide.

Damn it, Joe! Why?

I don't think this patient
will be any of your concern

any longer, Edward Eischel.

Men, bind up the monster.

This... this... He... he...

He can... it can
be explained.

You miserable fool.

There is no explanation.

Your friend is a monster,

and monsters must
be annihilated

for the good of the people.

No! No! Amducious!

Amducious!

Mr. Eischel, there's
someone here to see you.

Dr. Fenton,

I will take responsibility
for my nephew.

I will help clear him completely out
of this facility.

Edward, it's not that
we are holding you

culpable in any way
in this matter.

It's just that you're too
close to this now,

too involved.

It looks more suspect
than it probably is,

but we can't take
any chances.

If we anger the community,

we could be shut down.

You have to go, Edward.

There is no question.

Even if I tried
to keep you here,

Dr. Wardlow
and his jackals

would be rid of
you in no time.

Of course
we understand, sir.

We're all, well, you
and I both are doctors.

We both took an oath
to care for the sick.

Yes, of course. Thank you
for your help in this matter, sir.

Edward, good luck
in your pursuits.

Try to learn from this.

Dr. Fenton?

Yes, Edward?

What is to
happen to Joe?

Execution seems to be the only option
we have left.

Well, good day, gentlemen.

Edward.

Sleep!

You must to sleep.

I can't, Daddy. I can't.

# Mama had a baby
and its head popped off. #

# Mama had a baby and
its head popped off. #

Edward. Come on, Edward.
Come down here.

Down here, Edward.
We're down here.

Hello, my beloved.
You are long past due.

Quiet! Quiet or I'll tell.

Let me show you
how we came about,

how our people
came to your world.

It is in the word in the text,

which you already
know about,

which you've been reading

since the moment
you met Daddy.

Enter into your mind's eye, Edward,

and see.

Our great, great grandparents

came across the stretch of water.

It was they that
brought the truth.

It was they that
brought the idea

of really seeing what
is already in all of us.

Through their rituals,
they claimed their right.

And through the years,

they bred one
with the other,

brother with sister,
again and again

to bring forth the perfect vessel
for Amducious.

We all were once a great
and powerful people,

part of a secret society
that God created.

We were the leaders
of the whole world...

but something
bad happened, Edward,

something terrible that
we must never speak of.

Never.

That's why you will
come to us through Daddy.

That's why Daddy
is with you,

so that you can help
release Amducious

and we can be
the chosen people again.

My brains!

My brains!

You monsters!

They were perfect
specimens.

They were my brains!

My work!

Nurse Calloway...

I-I suppose you know.

That you're not
supposed to be here?

Yes.

- Is there any way I can ask you not...
- Not to say anything to anybody?

Yes. Is that possible?

You know I've always found you
to be a very kind person.

Never harboring malice
towards anyone.

Well...

Of course, Dr. Eischel.

I can do that for you.

Please, dear,
call me Edward.

- Nurse Calloway.
- Yes, Edward?

Joe Slaader, is he
still being kept here?

Until tomorrow.

Dr. Wardlow's doing
surgery on him.

I'm preparing the operating room.

He actually asked me
to get more gauze.

Expecting a lot of blood, is he?

I suppose.

Dr. Wardlow,

I was not told that you would be
working here tonight,

especially not this late.

Is that Joe Slaader
in the operating room?

Dr. Fenton, I really
don't have time

for another go-around
with you.

Whether you approve
of my presence or not

in your dreadful facility
is of no consequence to me.

No consequence!

I am the director
of this facility.

What goes on
inside its walls

is of the greatest
consequence to me.

And I am getting tired

of the way that you treat me

and the good people
that work under me.

Yes, Dr. Fenton,
it's true.

Dr. Fenton,

you are the director
of this facility.

Yes. Yes. The director.
Right.

And as director

this facility has
been the scene

of not one but two
heinous mutilations.

And to add to it,
it has been revealed

that one of these so-called good people
that work here

has used his position

to facilitate his own
bizarre and unholy sex acts.

Well, that can't be...

Let's not play
this game anymore.

I'm tired of it,

tired of the pretense,
the official dialogue

that has run its course
twice over by now.

Let us just say
what is in our hearts.

You are a fucking imbecile!

The idiot captain
of a sinking vessel,

a rat's ship that is better served
as kindling.

The people under you
are mere scabs,

better to be picked
and tossed aside

than to be harbored
and looked after.

Tell me, Dr. Fenton,

are there even
balls to cut here?

This is highly unprofessional.

That's true, Dr. Fenton.

Let's make this
professional, shall we?

This facility is
no longer under your care.

It's a crime scene,

host to the two worst
blood baths

this county has ever seen.

By order of the court,
I, as superior alienist,

am taking charge
of this facility

until further notice.

How's that for professional,
you useless fuck?

Now, get the hell
out of my sight

before I unofficially
cut off your scrotum

and force-feed it to you!

Bring in the patient!

Bring him to me!

This is mine.

This is all mine!

Mine!

This is my asylum.

Mine! Mine!

Mine!

You think this is wrong?

No! And you know why?

Because I run this place,

and nobody can
take it from me.

Nobody!

Get out of the way!

Move! Move!
Damn it!

This is mine!

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

We're takin' the intern's belongings

to the dump.

How much of it still remains?

Just the junction box
and some wire and...

Yes, yes.
Don't be afraid of me, boys.

Mental patient, sir.
She was experimented on.

Now all she does
is mumbles and drools.

Yes, I've heard of her.

Very well.
You may go now.

Do no further work until tomorrow.
Do you understand me?

Right.

This shall be a treat.

Hello, my little lambkin.

Oh, a vegetable.

So this is
Eischel's bitch.

Another one
that has fallen

out of Wardlow's
control.

And what would
Wardlow do with you,

I wonder.

Oh, come, my lovekin.

We dance
the night away.

But how could he schtump her?

Or do such...

But he is a fool.

It is impossible!

What is that commotion?

They, they say
he awakened

right before they,
they brought him in,

and they pumped him with
another vial of sleepers.

Impossible.
I prepped him

with enough sleepers
to knock him out

for the winter.

Pull back the sheet.
I want to look at him.

What is this?

Yes, I can
see why

you appealed so much
to the young intern.

But I am certain

you have yet to feel
a real man.

We need a safe place to go.

How can this be?

How can I be surrounded
by such imbeciles?

Perhaps a visual is needed
to stun you morons

into comprehension.

Out of my way. Move!

Out of the way! Move!

Joe.

Joe!

I'm looking
for you, Joe!

Come out!

I want to help you
with that fester

on your back!

Where is he?

Joe.

I don't have a lot of time.

So I'm gonna have to
explain as I proceed.

I've been to your village.

Did you hear me?

Have you any idea
that I'm even here?

Sleepers.

It's simple, really.

The drill bit,
breaks through your scalp

and funnels a hole
an inch deep.

And then,

this dips
into your skull...

and lifts out
your bone fragment.

Simple.

You see, if Amducious
won't come to me,

then I will come
to Amducious.

I know who you are, Joe.

That's right.

They've been waiting
for you for many years.

I understand this now.

Don't worry.

The blood will stop.

Letting your brain breathe
for the first time.

The brain needs air.

Releases the pressure.

It gives us more power.

Barnard!

Dr. Wardlow. Good.
Where's Dr. Fenton?

Ah, Barnard.

Perfect timing.

It is time,
Amducious.

It is time for you
and I to become one.

Come with me.

Come see
what real science is.

You're covered
in blood!

For you to reveal

the hidden mysteries
of the universe to me.

I want to feel
the power of the ages.

Of course I am, Barnard!

Of course.

Please!

Shut up! Or I won't tell you, silly.

# Pocket full of posies #

# Ashes #

# Ashes #

# Ashes #

# All fall down #

# Ring around the Rosy #

# Pocket full of posies #

# Ashes #

# Ashes #

# We all fall down #

# Ring around the Rosy #

# Pocket full of posies #

# Ashes #

# Ashes #

# We all fall down #

We are almost ready

for the coming
of Amducious.

At long last.

The bridge between
the dream realm of the mind

and the real world
of the flesh.

Come, Amducious!

I was born
for this day.

For Amducious!

# Mama had a baby, and
his head popped off. #

# Mama had a baby, and
his head popped off. #

# Ring around the rosy #

# Pocket full of posies #

# Ashes #

# Ashes #

# We all fall down #

Come to me, my love.

Let us serve our
one true master,

our one and only God.

Dr. Fenton.

It is now I
who am all powerful

and you who are powerless!

You shall now serve me!

Daddy. Daddy.

No, wait.

You shall now
serve Amducious.

Eischel! At last
your madness is revealed.

It is just
as I expected.

What do you know
from madness, Dr. Wardlow?

I am the only judge
of that now.

And soon you will
understand all too well.

Ah. The little Missis.

That's quite a head wound
you have there, my dear.

But, Edward,
I must say,

an excellent
specimen.

Do not mock
what we have done here.

All your power
is now gone,

and you will finally
see true power.

This is what
you would have ruined

had you had
your way with Joe,

destroying that ultimate power
that resides in his back.

You imbecile!

You fool!

Make him bow
before me, my dear,

for soon he will not have a head
to bow before my master.

Look around you at these
nine heads, all connected.

Their brains linked through one
strong unbreakable current,

linked to this vessel

that carries my master

that will soon be linked to me.

As you can see,
one pole is vacant.

One more brain
is necessary

for the full power of
Amducious to be released.

This is not science,
Edward!

This is madness!

What you've set up is
only an altar to yourself

and to your own insanity!

You know nothing
of control, Edward.

I have controlled
this place up until now.

You see, you have
only let this place

have control over you!

This will ruin you!

Listen to me, Edward!

You cannot do this
to my asylum!

You might still have
a chance at this place

if you just let me go.

I order you, Eischel.
Let me go!

Let you go?

Are you blind?

What more do you
need to see

to recognize the true
authority here?

Well, now the rest
shall be revealed.

You see?

I am the messenger
of Amducious!

Amducious!
Amducious!

Amducious!

Be my messenger

bringing the wrath
of the Grand Duke of Hades

upon them all.

For now,
you must realize

that the only thing
more powerful

than the mind is me.

Bring me forth,
Edward.

Bring me the simple
dreams of men's minds

and shepherd me
into true reality.

I want to feel
the mind of my victim.

And now for
your part, sir.

You shall be
the final connection

between my master and I.

Through your foolish
gray matter,

the power of my lord
will pass through to me

and be free from the prison
of the dream world!

Free to walk the earth.

Freedom. Freedom.

Daddy's free.

Amducious, no!

No, it can't be!

It can't be.

Please! No!

Your work here is finished!

Amducious.

Yes.

Sleep.

# Mama had a baby, #

# and its head popped off. #

# Mama had a baby, #

# and its head popped off. #

Daddy. Daddy.

Sleep. Listen.

Go to sleep.

- Dr. Barnard.
- Yes?

Um, I'm new
on this floor,

and, well, I was
sort of curious

about this man.

Curious. Really.

I wouldn't
worry about him.

Well, I was
particularly interested

in his drug regimen.

Seems that he's on
a great deal of stimulants.

Quite an excessive
amount, actually.

Yes. An extremely
excessive amount,

and I'd like
to keep it that way.

But, sir,
I don't understand.

His name is
Edward Eischel,

and he's been awake
for two years straight.

Don't ever let him fall asleep,
young man, at all cost.

He must never sleep.

Had I known who I had been
put in charge of that day,

had I known
all the dreadful truth,

I can't say
I would've stayed here.

Dr. Barnard had established
a new order in the asylum, it's true.

But there was still much
darkness in this place,

more than Barnard, myself,
or anyone else

could've swept away and covered
up with some new white paint.

No, the world, we like to think lies
safely beyond the walls of sleep

and in some other plane
of existence

had slipped ever so
briefly into this one.

A man can endure
many things,

more than most of us
like to think he can.

He can live without food
and water for months.

He can live through
the most ravaging disease,

brave the harshest
of elements,

and live without
almost anything

most of us would
consider a necessity.

But the one thing
he can't live without,

no matter how hard
he tries

is sleep.