Boy: You're not scared are you?
Scared? Why should I be scared?
Because we're next to a cemetery.
(thunder rumbles)
So?
And because, if anything were to happen,
no one would ever hear a thing.
What could possibly happen?
Boy #1: Remember the guy they caught last year,
the one who was killing kids?
- Boy #2: Yeah, what? - Boy #1: You wanna know the worst part?
- Boy #1: What's that? Chocolate milk? - Boy #2: He ate them.
He cut off parts and carried them around in a cooler.
- You're making that up? - Am not!
My sister knows this guy who works at the paper.
He told her.
When the cops caught him,
you know what the cooler was full of?
Their fingers?
Oh, gross!
It's just a sheep's eye.
From the butcher shop.
When you die, the last that you see stays on the back of your retina,
kind of like a photograph.
My grandma said the soul is in the eyes...
The soul is an invention of primitive witch doctors.
(lightning cracks)
Hey!
There's someone out there!
(footsteps)
(soft rock plays)
Boy #2: Th... there's no one here.
Boy #1: There was. I heard him!
(twig snaps)
Howie?
Howie, is that you?
Howie, no more games, you hear me?
(dog barks)
(metallic clattering)
Howie?
Sshhh.
- You forgot to close it. - No I didn't! You were the last one...
Sshhh.
(door creaks)
- Aah! - Aah!
Jesus! What're you guys doing sneaking around like that?
We weren't sneaking!
Yes you were. Get down.
Like a pair of rats, huh?
(deep growl)
(loud scream)
(muffled groaning)
Get back, you freak!
Get back!
Nooo! Noo! Noo!
(howls in pain)
No...
Emily...
- (gasps for air) - (deep thuds)
No!
(bones crackle)
Don't let me go...
(loud huffing)
Officer: Run to the house!
- Get in the house! - (gargling noises)
In the kitchen!
Halt!
(gunshot)
Emily.
Emily... don't go. (dramatic music plays)
Emily... come back.
Emily...
come back. Emily.
(police radio talk)
Ugh!
Let me go. Stay in there, will you?
Let me go!
Hey! What did you do to that "thing?"
Man: You have no right!
(siren blares)
(theme music plays)
(rat squeals)
- (electric zaps) - (rat squeals)
(penitentiary alarm sounds)
West,
what do you have there?
Is that some kind of animal?
Why, Moncho? Are you hungry?
Is that a rat?
Your powers of observation are dubious at best.
Dubious?
Dubious.
You wanted me?
Uh, yes. Yes. Here.
New work assignment?
Dubious...
Oh...
and it's Sergeant Moncho.
(hollow whisper) Ratty...
Ratty?
What did you do to Ratty, pendejo?
Mother of God, I ain't seen him, I swear...
I'm a sick man. Leave me alone.
Where's Ratty?
Moncho: What's wrong, Cabrera?
Lose your stinky little pal?
You should ask West if he's seen him.
West likes animals.
What do you mean?
Think about it...
dubious.
(cell bolts clang)
Guard: Line it up!
Let's move!
(chattering)
West, you seen my Ratty?
Is he missing?
You seen him, you better fucking tell me, Einstein.
Does he have any identifiable characteristics?
Special markings...
The fool who took him as gonna have some special markings upside the head.
Are you the new doctor?
That's right. Is that the way to the clinic?
The Warden wants to see you first.
Howard: In movies they call this the Death House.
You guys wouldn't call it that.
What would you call it?
The Death House.
All these prisoners here are...?
Condemned to death.
Man: 73 per cent of the inmates here...
Don't talk until he talks to you first.
...are sex criminals.
As a woman, that should repulse you.
Woman: Well, it's very disturbing to me as a person.
But as a reporter it is a very interesting statistic.
Man: Good answer, Laura.
Can I call you Laura?
Certainly.
So, you don't believe in rehabilitation.
Don't be naive, Laura.
I believe in what works.
2,000 volts of raw power from a stand alone generator.
This, works.
When a man sits in it...
and I make every new prisoner sit in it,
they submit to my power.
Fascinating...
Oh, you're just saying that.
(coughing)
- Doctor Phillips? - Yes, sir.
Howard Phillips.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Warden Brando.
Doctor, you graduated in the top five percent of your class,
you could've had your pick of the jobs.
What are you doing here?
Well, I'm interested in institutional medicine.
Really?
Well... yeah.
Hi. I'm Laura Olney.
I'm with the Arkham Record.
Anything you say to me can, and will, be misquoted or taken out of context.
Well in that case, let me just say... Hi.
- Hi. - (Howard laughs)
We have a fully equipped medical facility here.
Yeah, I'm sure you do sir, but these are mine.
Do all doctors have such a personal relationship with their "tools"?
(coughs)
Doctor, you made a request to have a particular inmate
working with you in the infirmary.
I believe we are understaffed and he does have a medical background.
- Warden: Keep an eye on him. - Sir?
He thinks he's smarter than everyone else,
but he's not.
It's an attitude which can infect others.
"Infect"?
- (agonizing groans) - Warden: An idea can be like a disease.
If you're treating a patient and you discover a minor anomaly,
do you ignore it?
Oh, man! Fuck!
No, Doctor. No.
You cut it out.
- Some growths are benign. - Not inside these walls.
Moncho: Sir! Excuse me, but there's a situation.
It's the doctor.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
- Hear my confession. - Just calm down.
The blood, the flesh...
the beating heart.
(deranged laughter)
I had to eat it... I had to eat it.
Don't send me to hell.
Get the drop cloth! Get the drop cloth!
Hurry!
Keep his back perfectly straight.
Sorry!
- Get your hands off me. - Warden: Get back!
Howard: One, two, three, lift!
This way, doctor.
Out of the way! Out of the way!
(softly cries out)
Warden: Are you okay?
I'm fine, thanks.
I'm fine.
Howard: Where do we go?
Nurse: What happened?
Howard: Heart attack.
Are you the new doctor? Cute.
Howard: Let's get him on the table, carefully.
Nurse, set up the IV.
- Hurry up! - Yes, Doctor.
- Get me some amiodarone. - What?
- Amiodarone. - We don't have any amioda...
- What do you mean you don't have any? - It didn't come in.
What do you have? What do you got?
- Nurse: L... l... - Come on, nurse.
Try Sotalol. It has a similar effect.
Howard: Go get it!
- Come on, nurse! - Coming!
- I can't get it in! - Doctor!
Could you help her, please?
Nurse, take these guys out of the way.
- Get these men outside. - Come on, out! Everybody out!
Come on! Out!
- And stay out there with them! - But doctor... I...
Just stay out there with them!
Clear!
You're wasting your time.
Clear! Come on!
Clear!
He was dead before you brought him in here.
God damn it!
He was my patient.
For five minutes.
So you're the new doctor...
What is the meaning of this?
Doctor Herbert West.
I know all about you.
Oh, really?
I know what you did.
They tried to cover it all up.
Your experiments...
Don't believe everything you hear.
I didn't hear it, doctor.
I saw it.
That night they arrested you. I was that kid.
I want to work with you.
Thirteen years.
There's bound to be some deterioration,
the reactive base...
may have destabilized...
but maybe not.
What are you doing?
Seeing if it still works.
No!
Someone could come in.
We're just treating a patient.
(whispers) Top of the spinal cord.
Of course.
Hold his head.
West: Hold it. Quickly.
How long will it take?
I don't think it's going to take at all.
- We could increase the dosage... - No, no.
It's not going to work on him.
It might work on something else.
Thank you for bringing me back my Re-agent... such as it is.
Oh well...
Hey, wait a minute.
Listen, think about it. Come on.
We can make some more.
In here?
This place doesn't even have basic first aid, as you just found out.
But this is my clinic now. What do you need?
(sporadic gasping)
- (choking sounds) - It works.
Oh my god. How do you feel?
- Can you hear me? - Stay away from him!
Can you hear me?
No, no!
We have to sedate him!
(glass breaks)
Get the Thorazine!
50cc. Hurry!
Hold it! Stop right there!
(flesh rips)
No! No! No!
(groaning)
(whining)
Forgive me, please.
Forgive me!
Please! I have sinned!
(flesh splats)
Doctor Phillips...
(crushing noise)
What the fuck is going on in here?!
He went crazy, sir.
He... he was suffering from a severe cardiac arrhythmia,
he had a reaction to the medication...
What medication?
We administered 10cc of Sotalol,
but it provoked an unexpected side effect.
Is this what you call "an unexpected side effect?"
Well, I, tried...
The patient suffered atrial fibrillation.
In simple English, his heart was beating too fast.
The side effect was regrettable, but not unusual.
You, West,
you've just added twelve months to your sentence.
It's a little swollen.
Doctor Phillips, one of my men is hurt.
Nurse: I'll take care of him, sir.
Sergeant!
There will be an immediate lockdown.
Yes, sir.
(wails in agony)
Miss Olney,
the rest of your visit will be conducted outside of the security areas
of this institution.
- But, Warden... - West...
the lockdown includes you.
Doctor Phillips asked me to make a list of the supplies we need.
That's right, sir. I do need that list.
Clean that man up and get him to the hole!
Come on. Get up.
West, get to your cell!
My last partner turned State's evidence against me.
I'm expecting better things of you.
West: And watch out for her.
She's trouble.
(lockdown siren sounds)
Hi, there.
Hi... just organizing my notes.
You were right about my ankle by the way,
I should have stayed off it.
Kind of hard to push in the clutch, huh?
How about I drive you home?
Are you sure?
Laura: I'm putting you through a lot of trouble.
Howard: On a day like this, nothing is trouble.
Warden: Had yourself a big day, eh Moses?
Beat the hell out of four grown men while you were having a heart attack.
How did you do that?
They gave you some kind of medication, didn't they?
(Moses mumbles)
What was it?
- I know why I'm here. - Yes?
I'm dead, and this is Hell.
I'll show you what Hell is.
(thuds, screaming)
West!
West, you and me have got to talk, man!
West!
Laura: I'm so sorry about the tofu...
Howard: Hey, I should've smelled it.
This pizza is great.
Howard: I've had a great time.
Great.
I was really impressed by the way you handled that interview.
Yeah... I did such a great job that the interviewee threw me out.
But, "Progressive educational programs of the state penitentiary..."
it's such a stupid story.
Come on, don't give up.
Anything's possible. You just have to see the possibilities
and seize the moment, you know?
Trust your instincts, and go for it.
- Just..."go for it?" - Yeah.
Okay, I'll "go for it."
So, what are you really doing here?
"Institutional medicine."
Tell me about your secret "institutional medicine" research, Doctor.
Yes, why of course.
I am investigating the scientific effects of institutionalization
of the very nature of life... and death.
- Yeah... come on. - Yeah, yeah.
Why are you doing your residency in the "joint"?
Really. Why, Howard?
I saw my sister die when I was a kid.
I'm so sorry.
And I never want to feel that helpless again.
I tried to resuscitate her.
I wanted to bring her back to life.
Who was that guy who was helping you today?
- Dr. Herbert West. - Uh-huh.
He's a prisoner now but,
he used to work at the Miskatonic University Hospital.
He did research based on the theory that death is a disease.
One of his re-animation experiments went out of control...
crazy... violent...
Like the old man today?
...and escaped from the Miskatonic morgue.
The morgue?
The guy broke into our house...
That expression...
reminds me of Emily.
Your sister?
You're going?
- It's been a long day. - Yeah.
- Looks like your ankle is better. - Yeah.
"Seize the moment"?
"Go for it."
(frantic howling)
Looks like you got everything.
Moses isn't doing so good.
We need a lab space,
somewhere private.
Howard: He doesn't seem human anymore.
Yes.
I think this will do.
He's a monster.
He was as fresh a specimen as could hope to find.
It's always been a problem.
God damn right it's a problem!
I want to help people,
not create mindless freaks.
Having second thoughts, doctor?
All medical research requires risk.
If you don't understand that, perhaps you shouldn't be here.
I'm on the verge of finding a unifying force
that will bring order to that chaotic organism.
Are you telling me you've found a way to restore rational behavior to a...
What I'm saying,
is that I can now accelerate the testing phase of my current work.
With...
your help of course.
Doctor, this work requires commitment and complete confidentiality.
You must tell no one.
- You think I'm just going to walk... - You have lipstick on your collar.
Here you go.
Doctor Phillips, I'm going to be leaving now.
What's that for?
Nurse: Doctor Phillips. Do you need anything?
Doctor, are you there?
- (moaning) - (heavy breathing)
I was afraid you weren't going to come by.
- I was working late. - On what?
Oh, nothing. Just clinic stuff. You know.
Oh, come on, what are you doing, investigating me?
- No. - Yeah.
I was just wondering how the old man was doing.
He's fine.
Really?
He doesn't seem human anymore.
We shouldn't have...
You shouldn't have what?
What's the matter?
It's the story I'm working on, I've figured out some stuff,
but it's really just speculation.
You need hard facts.
Yeah.
But to get them,
I'll have to take some risks...
So what do I do?
Play it safe,
or "go for it"?
No question.
You've got to go for it.
You mean that?
You've got to take some chances.
That's what you're doing. Isn't it?
So tell me,
what's your new story about?
Laura: Can't tell you, yet...
Howard: Oh, secrets?
Every girl needs a few secrets.
(gagging)
It hurts so much, I can't even spit.
I really don't see anything wrong.
Come on. Once they gave me little red pills, Vicodin,
made me feel better right away.
Little red pills...
Come on, little red... tits.
Here, take two at bedtime.
How about right now?
Can I have more?
- Today's the day, cabron. - Today's the day.
I'll see you in the yard.
- You're a dead man. - A dead man.
Today's the day. It worked.
Reschedule the afternoon patients, Nurse.
But... Doctor...
Now, to test it.
On who?
My story isn't working, it's too impersonal,
something's missing...
and it's you. You are the key.
The key?
To what?
To understanding how this prison works.
Everything here is an extension of your philosophy.
I'd like another look around.
Afterwards, I'll need you for a few hours,
for an in-depth interview.
I'd be happy to do the interview,
- if... - lf?
...lf we conduct it over dinner tonight.
That way you can get to know the man behind the office.
After my tour?
Sergeant! Please consider Miss Olney my personal guest today.
Yes, sir.
And give her the "grand tour"...
Why did you come back?
To finish a profile on you.
Oh! Really?
You're a fascinating man.
Oh, you're just saying that.
Tonight then.
West: Did you know the human body
loses three to four grams of weight
at the moment of death?
I think I heard something about that, yeah.
Of course a rodent loses much less than that,
but the ratio remains the same.
The cerebral cortex...
is the site of an extraordinary neuro-electric phenomenon.
Hold him.
Tightly.
Ratty is not going to be very happy...
This phenomenon, NPE,
Nano-Plasmic Energy,
is not just in the brain.
I have found minute traces of it through out the central nervous system,
and I believe it is present in every cell of the body...
I would hold him a little more...
(Ratty squeals)
West: Classic post-reanimation behavior,
confused, violent... just like all my other subjects to date.
This brought him back from the dead.
But this...
will give him true life.
What is that?
The Nanoplasm
from a living donor rat.
Donor rat?
Now hold him.
Completely still.
That's it.
This...
is the catalyst,
this... is the force that tells the cells
how to grow.
(electric zaps)
(rat squeaks)
It works.
Laura!
Dr. Phillips, how are you?
What are you doing here?
Just "going for it."
- That's the way to the hole. - It certainly is.
Laura: You know, I would really like to talk to him.
Moncho: No. Not a chance.
Laura: My editor gives us an expense account for stories.
How much are we talking here?
The cell door has to be locked at all times.
I'll be back for you in ten minutes.
And what if I... need you?
Do I call?
Not a sound.
No one can know you're in there.
He can't hurt you...
not in that straight jacket.
Hey, look who's coming.
She's going to see Moses.
Why else would she be going there?
All right, give him to me.
Any last words, pendejo?
Ratty?
What happened?
I gave him his pet back.
Are you gonna let him go? Just like that?
Oh, give Daddy a kiss...
(rat squeals)
What's wrong, Ratty?
Hi. I'm Laura Olney,
I'm a journalist.
I want to talk to you
about what happened the other day, okay?
Do you remember what Doctor West did to you?
Did you die from that heart attack?
Can I...
check your pulse?
Mother of God,
forgive me.
What happened to you?
Hungry!
(yells)
Sergeant Moncho!
Hungry!
Thank God you're here.
You must think I'm an idiot.
No, I don't. Really.
You're a very intelligent man.
Fascinating.
I don't like it when people lie to me.
I wasn't lying.
Explain.
(Warden screams, groans)
You, you...
Give me that!
He attacked me.
Laura: He's dead.
Warden: You're right, of course.
What are you doing?
I murdered him.
That's what they'll say.
You know what those cretins are like out there.
It was self-defense. You had no choice.
I'll swear to it.
Get down.
You're going to have to convince me...
Lower. Bark.
What?
You heard me! Bark!
Woof. Woof.
Am I the most fascinating man you've ever met?
Yes.
And you'd do anything for me?
Yes... sir.
Show me.
You bribed a guard,
came in here and freed a dangerous prisoner.
He got excited and...
(choking)
I wanna get Moses up here.
Why?
To put this in him.
You've got more of that stuff?
No. This is Ratty's NPE.
I gave Ratty the nanoplasm of a different rodent.
But aren't the two animals different?
Absolutely not.
Nanoplasm is a completely neutral energy.
It's the same in rats, dogs, human beings...
Hang on. You want to put this into Moses?
Yes.
Look. Going from rat to rat is okay,
but transferring from species to species...
it's not right.
Not... right?
All of this...
is the result of years and years
of painstaking research
under incomprehensible conditions. How dare you say my work is wrong?
You can't just go and transfer the soul...
The soul?
This is science doctor, not superstition.
This is a human being we are talking...
Was a human being, and it will be again, with this.
Doctor Phillips? One, two, three, up...
Doctor Phillips!
There's been an incident.
No!
No.
Moses killed her down in the Hole.
He's dead, too.
Dead?
The Warden needs Death Certificates. Now!
Get rid of the nurse.
Nurse, help the officers.
- But I, I'm not supposed... - Now!
What if she turns out like Moses?
She's not getting any fresher.
West: Come on.
- Top of the spinal cord, right? - Right.
Howard: Thorazine?
We don't want her getting too excited.
West: Hurry up.
(groaning, gasping)
No! No!
Can you hear me?
What is your name?
- Do you know what happened... - Leave her alone!
That is not a very good idea.
What is she doing?
Woof, Woof.
We can't leave her like this!
Let's get her to the lab.
(lockdown alarm sounds)
Moncho: All right, stop here.
Where the hell did he go?
He's got to be be here, somewhere!
Look everywhere. Everywhere.
Guard: He's not in there.
Poor little thing.
Come on, go get your food. Go.
Hey!
Let go, you freak.
What is going on...?
Give it back, you freak!
(screams)
You little...
No!
Why not?
Because it's cross species.
Then she'll stay like this! Is that what you want?
No! I will not have you experimenting on her.
- West: Now look, rat NPE... - Warden: Doctor Phillips.
Get her down.
Where is the body?
She uh, she...
What the hell is going on in here?
Mr. West and I... we uh...
You've set up a lab in here.
You've been doing illegal research.
You'll lose your job for this, and your medical license.
Move...
This is what you gave Moses...
You are never going to see the outside of these walls again.
(whimpers)
No. No. No.
You're dead.
No!
Holy shit!
Let me out!
Come on, please!
Come on.
Cabrera: Way to go!
Guard: Hey! Hold it right there!
Guard: Come back here.
Guard: Hey, you! Back in your cell.
It's party time!
- (noisy shuffle) - (loud yelling)
(scream)
Come on!
What are you doing?
Wait. Just a second.
Just a second.
2,000 volts, of electric current,
will concentrate the nanoplasm to the brain,
so that we can pull it off.
You could electrocute him.
That's the idea.
Only through...
electrocution,
can you drive the nanoplasm to the hypothalamus
where we can extract it at the moment of death. Yes!
Hang on.
You wanna put his nanoplasm into Laura?
Rodent to rodent... you had no problem.
But human to human, you do?
He's gonna be dead in a few moments. Do you want her to stay like that?
(Laura whimpers, moans)
Sit him up.
Put his head down on his chest... Come on!
All right, hold his head still!
He's not dying!
Get clear! Clear!
- (current crackling) - (stifled groan)
That's enough!
Stop it!
He has to die.
- Let's go to the infirmary. - Come on, let's go.
(crazed screaming)
Ratty?
Ratty!
Hey, baby! Give daddy a kiss!
(hissing, squealing)
(screams)
Howard? Where am I?
You're okay now.
Something happened to me.
You could say that.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Warden Brando strangled you...
You were technically dead for a quarter of an hour.
Doctor Phillips and I brought you back.
What are you talking about?
Brought me back?
- I, I feel so... - What?
How do you feel?
(agonizing moans, stretching)
That's interesting.
What's happening?
(altered voice) I see what's going on here.
You are using me as a guinea pig, and you let him do it.
No!
Stay away from me. Both of you.
Stop!
(normal voice) Howard. Howard, please.
Please help me. Howard.
(security alarm rings)
Cabrera: West!
Where are you, Einstein?
Hiding is not gonna do you...
Listen, Ratty's acting really weird.
Either you fucked him up, or maybe you gave me the wrong rat!
Get your hands off me.
- Guards! - Cabrera: What?!
Guards? There ain't no fucking guards.
This place is a riot.
(whistles)
- Look what we got here. - Leave her alone.
What did you say, ese?
Stay away from her.
She's sick. Contagious.
Sick?
Well I got some good medicine for her.
Make her feel better.
West took my little Ratty, so I'm gonna take his little pussycat.
What's happening, Howard?
(cracking)
You like it rough, huh?
Go!
(loud yelling)
Laura!
Over here. Come on, man!
Over here! Come on!
- Let's go! - Where is she?
- Who? - Laura Olney, the journalist.
She was just in front of me. They were chasing her.
- There is no woman. - She must still be in there!
Seal it off!
Laura!
Cabrera: This way, man.
Shit!
(whistles)
(whispered voice) Hey, mamacita...
don't you be playing hide and seek with me.
Daddy has a big present for you.
Orale, orale, cabron.
(startling scream)
Surprise!
(growls)
Welcome back, Warden.
Before I leave, I want to conduct one last experiment
and you are the perfect subject.
Those threes years in solitary were very instructive.
I did my best work in there...
and this is the result.
Rodent to human...
is it a neutral energy?
Behavioral imprinting.
Let's find out.
(groaning)
Warden: West, you cretin.
- You'll fry for this. - Do you hear that?
There's a riot going on up there.
The animals are running the zoo.
They'll make their way down here quite soon, I think.
I'd like to stick around for the results, but I can't.
You see, there's a new early release program, just today...
and I qualify.
(Warden groans)
I'll just leave this door wide open, so they find you.
(orders yelled) (sirens blare)
Take these... and these.
Come on, come on.
Officer: Position.
Hey, what are you doing?
We have a civilian in here. Hold your fire.
- Give me. - Dame.
(music crescendos)
Shit!
- It's the Warden. - He's not the Warden anymore.
(altered voice) You don't dare...
I'm always the Warden.
I need a doctor.
Sergeant!
You let that man go.
Sergeant Moncho!
Straighten up!
(groans)
On...
your...
feet...
Sergeant!
Stand up!
That's an order!
What do I have to do to get you to follow orders?
The good stuff.
(screaming)
Laura!
(panting)
(cracking)
(gasping scream)
Are these men giving you a problem?
I didn't do that.
Well then, maybe I did it.
Or maybe they went and killed themselves.
They couldn't stand living with their crimes.
They couldn't stand looking in the mirror one more day.
Me, I like what I see in the mirror.
The Death House was built for only one purpose...
punishment.
But the problem with execution is: It happens too fast.
One moment of pain, and BAM! You're dead.
And you're off the hook.
Today's criminals aren't scared anymore.
(slapping noise)
He looks scared to me.
They're just acting.
They're all actors here.
Execution is the kindest thing we could do for them.
But what if the agony of death
didn't end in an instant,
- (choking) - But instead,
was prolonged...
indefinitely?
(hysterically laughing)
Okay, move out!
Clear!
- (demented scream) - (high pitched scream)
No! No! No!
Mother of Jesus.
Mother of God. Forgive me.
Forgive me for I have sinned.
It's all right.
I forgive you.
It's all right.
(scream)
Laura!
Lose something?
She changed.
You were wrong. She changed!
It was a theory.
Oh God, I hate you!
You and your sick experiments!
What was I thinking?
Laura was right... you killed my sister.
That was an unfortunate incident.
Emily was not an "incident"!
There's nothing that we can do about your sister now.
But we may still be able to save... your girlfriend.
Laura!
Her name is Laura!
- Did you try the Death House? - What?
Did you look for her in the Death House?
If the Warden found her, that's probably where he took her.
The Warden? But, he's dead...
God damn you!
Religion has got nothing to do with this.
In position.
Come out with your hands up and you won't be hurt.
Help me!
Officer: Hands over your head!
(almost crying) I see the light! I'm saved.
Thank you God!
- I'm saved. - Okay. Hold your fire.
Thank you, God.
I'm hungry!
(snorting, growling)
Great.
It's great what you did back there.
I like you.
I like you very much.
On your knees.
Or you prefer punishment?
That's a good girl.
Give daddy a kiss now.
(altered voice) Sergeant!
Go stand guard!
(gurgling)
(moaning)
(crunch)
What was that?
You bitch!
(crazed scream)
That's Laura.
Come on!
Your ass is mine.
Cabrera: Let...
me...
go!
Laura!
It's in me... it's taking over.
You have to get it out!
- I can't. - Please.
Please. Don't let it go on.
You have to... kill it.
(crackling)
(altered voice) Kill me?
Fascinating...
I was just a piece of ass for you.
No, never...
This is mine.
You fucker. You been holding out on me.
You can't keep this.
This is awesome.
This green shit rocks, man!
Give it to me.
Sorry. I can't do it.
Prison rules.
We can't share needles, it's not safe.
And now... if you fuck off,
I'm gonna use this.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Fortunately, right now, cabron,
you are not me.
(tearing, crackling)
(explosion) (laughing)
Hey! Hey man! Got any more?
Just another hit.
- I'd say you've had enough. - Please!
How about some Vicodin?
The little red pills? Aspirin?
Stop!
Howard.
Howard, please!
(groaning)
Warden Brando, is that you?
(giggling)
(heavy breathing)
- Where is it? - What?
You know very well what.
Where is my work?
(screaming)
That's quite enough of you, "ese."
Ratty...
This experiment is over.
Please Howard. Please stop me.
- You will be punished for this. - I'd say you're the one being punished.
Kill me, Howard.
Kill me...
Go for it, Howie.
But I am the Warden!
Guilty as charged.
Yes!
(electric zapping) (screaming)
Get in position now!
Move, move, move!
Let's go, move!
Howard?
I had to kill her... to get it out...
to save her.
But I want her back.
It's going to be all right, Emily.
I'll take care of you.
Clear!
Hold it right there.
You okay?
She's all right now.
I gave her life.
Halt!
This man is critical. I need to get him to Miskatonic General right away.
- Who are you? - Doctor Phillips.
Doctor Howard Phillips. I run the prison infirmary.
Who are you? I wanna know who's responsible if this man dies.
Okay, go! Go!
(slurred) Dubious... dubious.
Hey! Hey!
Take him.
Hey! I saved her.
Tell him, Emily. Tell him I saved you!
Emily?
Laura?
- (laughing) - Emily?
Laura?
(laughing continues)
(theme music plays)