♪ [dramatic music]
[screams]
[screaming]
[Meadow] We need to talk about the lift.
[Jaz] We spoke to the landlord.
[Jaz] They'll fix the other lift, to access your floor, but,
we're not sharing our lift with you.
[Dom] Eddie Coetze, still playing games.
[Eddie] And you, still wasting .
[EMP blast]
[deep exhale]
[Errol] Someone decided we should play this game for real.
[Dom] Some like you.
[Eddie] Someone with an EMP Bomb!
[Jaz] The Pulse prodded us all.
[Jaz] But, how badly?
[Caspar] It's bad.
[Caspar] Really bad!
[clatters onto floor]
[Jaz] I don't know you, Dominic Boyd.
[Jaz] And I need to.
[Dom] Julia?
[Julia] You always let me down.
[Dom] I won't let them down.
[Dom] I'm saving them, you'll see.
[balloons exploding]
[Jaz] Who unlocked this door?
[Crispin] Eddie. He asked me to save the show for an audience.
[fearful shouts]
[Eddie] Now!
[loud explosion] [excited breathing]
[Jaz] He killed him.
[Errol] Eddie doesn't want us to know.
[Errol] Not now... not for sure.
[Caspar] Where am I?
[Eddie] Separated, is where you.
[Eddie] Being alone is key.
[Eddie] And the worse terrors are always your own.
[Dom] You saw which way they went?
[Dom] Down is still the only place for them to go.
[Dom] [muffled] Help!
[Crispin] '‘Alice in Wonderland'.
[Crispin] You've got the syndrome.
[Jaz] Where the hell is all of this going, Crispin?
[Crispin] To the aliens.
[Errol] You know we put her AWS into the game?
[Errol] And I'm in the game!
[electronic buzz]
[Dom] Waah!
[Dom] Copies... of Casper Lee's journal.
[Dom] There's more in the hallway.
[Dom] He could still be alive.
[Eddie] People die. It's number.
[Eddie] Loyal dog dies!
[thud] [electronic buzz]
[Ukhrane] Oh, God, help me. My name is Ukhraam.
And I need help.
You see the situation where I am.
Please God, help me.
♪ Take me away from here
♪ I am alone in this world
♪ No one wants to stay ♪
♪ Please won't you take me ♪
♪ Away from here
♪ Aaaah
♪ Hey! Please! Help me!
[Papa Dube] We are bewitched!
[Papa Dube] Spiders nest in your head.
Snakes writhe in your guts.
[Papa Dube] The Bewitchers thems are possessed...
They must all be stopped.
♪ [sinister music]
[panicked breaths]
[echo] [Jaz] Caspar...
[retching]
♪ [childish music] ♪
[Jaz] Caspar?
[Jaz] Caspar!
[Errol] Relax...
[Errol] It ain't Caspar.
[Errol] So, who the fuck is this?
[metallic scraping]
[wet splat] [coughs, chokes]
[Denny] Who the fuck is that!
[Eddie] He didn't say.
[Eddie] Seeing that, I wasn't at to ask...
and now...
[blood platters onto floor]
there seems no point.
I suspect he's no one's idea of game-developers with '‘issues'.
[papers rustle]
[scribbling on wall]
[Denny reads] [Denny] Be.. in.. touch!
[Denny] Nice!
[Caspar sighs]
[whoosh, slash] [electric moan]
[Jaz] He's here.
I know it...
That pulse shot everyone's psyces to the moon.
And my distortions too.
[Jaz] It's showing me things.
[Errol] Yeah, but it didn't shout Eddie grabbin' Caspar.
[Jaz] It did. I just didn't '‘see' it right.
I'm still learning to read.
[piercing whine]
I can grab a room, and pull it close at what counts...
[electric buzz]
[Jaz] I can '‘feel' someone... even in the dark.
You see, movement or breathing dispels air, so, it distorts that too.
Either I'm going mad as everyone else, or...
he's right here.
[Caspar weeps]
[Jaz] Caspar! Are you okay?
What has he done to you?
[Errol] Fuck'n Eddie shot Pumpkin with a staple-gun.
[Jaz] Look, whatever he's said, whatever he's done to you,
it doesn't matter, okay?
[Jaz] We came back for you...
we came back to get you.
Say something.
[Errol] Ah... we love you, Caspar.
[Jaz] I mean, who does he think he is?
[Jaz] When I get my hands on that Eddie,
he can take his tutorial and shove it up his ass.
[Jaz] Come on, Cas.
Hey, say something.
Something weird about mold or,
I don't know!
[Caspar] Where the hell have you been?
[Caspar] Aah...
[Errol and Jaz laugh]
[Errol] Welcome home, Pumpkin.
[papers hit floor]
[Errol] Hell yeah!
♪ [fast music] [Jaz] Ah... [laughs]
[Lackey 1] They killed Stretch.
[Papa Dube] Does Meadow know?
[Meadow] I'm just so tired of the fucking people.
Get them ready.
I'm going to kill them all.
♪ [intense drumming] [scraping clothes, coughing]
[Jaz] You smell that?
[Errol] Ganga!
[Errol] It's fuck'n dope!
[Caspar] Cannabis?
[Caspar] In my condition? Great!
[Errol] Ah... you could say things are looking up.
[Caspar] Really?
[Jaz] With weed psychosis...
more ramped up paranoia!
[Dom] And that fake prophet-witchdoctor
squatting down on the third floor.
[Caspar] A '‘witchdoctor'?
[Caspar] He is fake, right?
[hollow echos]
[Errol giggles]
[Dom] Is that...?
[Jaz] Snow.
[Jaz] Is that snow?
[Dom] It looks like snow.
[Caspar] Snow?
[Caspar] Am I high already?
[Errol] Suck it up, Pumpkin.
[Errol giggles]
[Dom] It's plastic.
[Dom] Shredded plastic.
[ominous beat] [whispering whoosh]
[Dom] Hello, Santa.
[Santa] Merry Christmas!
♪ light tinkling
Who does not love Christmas? [laughing]
[Santa] Don't be a naughty boy now and spoil it.
[Dom] It's not Christmas.
[Santa] Santa's got something really special for naughty boys.
[knife slices] [Santa] Oooh!
[Santa coughs]
[blood drips] [Eddie] Aah!
[Dom] It's Eddie Coetze.
[Errol] Eddie's Santa?
[Jaz] Well let me through,
I want to have a word with that fucker!
[Eddie] Everybody out!
[Eddie] Another of the squatters?
[metallic bumping]
[Dom] You've been opening too many doors.
[Eddie] You've got a key. Why didn't you?
[Jaz] What... what did you say?
[Eddie] You didn't know?
'‘The Janitor' has got his own Master-key.
[Caspar] You tortured me, you bastard!
[Eddie] Torture... please!
[Eddie] What you got was ruffled.
[Eddie] Be grateful! Take note..
[Jaz] We could've gotten out!
[Jaz] We could've avoided all t?
[Dom] '‘The Janitor' has got a better plan.
[Eddie] Oh, and something so suitably '‘heroic', I'll just be.
Well, I've got plans for you, too!
[Errol] Did I miss something?
[Errol] A chance at the Level Boss!
[Eddie] Everybody can forget their plans!
[Eddie] Plan is...
[Eddie] We're... coming with you.
[Errol laughs]
[Eddie] It's not a request.
[Dom] Great. The one guy '‘The Janitor' doesn't particularly want to save.
[Eddie] Oh my God, I don't expect you to save anyone.
[clears throat] [Denny] Hi, I'm Denny.
[Denny] Denny-from-Audio?
[Jaz] After what you did to Cas.
To us...
[Jaz] And you expect to just join up?
[Eddie] Look... the game has changed.
The players in it...
They're '‘Papa Dube's'.
[Jaz] Who's Papa Dube?
[Dom] The witch-doctor '‘The Janitor' mentioned.
[Caspar] You said he was a fake!
[Eddie] Fake prophet. Real crim. Just like the others.
[Jaz] There's others?
[Eddie] Yeah. [Denny] Hmm.
[Denny] Ooh!
♪ s[inister music] ♪
[Papa Dube] If Stretch was killed.
It was all his fault.
He fucked up the magic.
[deep inhale]
[Eddie] Papa runs the bottom three floors,
and we've gotta get through them all.
[Eddie] He doesn't just sell drugs and magic,
he uses both to protect himself, and what's his.
[sharp ringing] [Papa Dube] We will prepare...
and you will go out.
[Papa Dube] Impervious to blade.
[Papa Dube] ...or bullet.
[knife slices flesh] ♪ [intense music]
[Dom] All they have to do is believe and the magic's real.
[Dom] They think they're all powered-up... they think--
-[Eddie] They think they're invincible...
These guys would kill way before any pulse.
[Eddie] You need me!
[Jaz sniggers]
[Eddie] Oh, him too. End of.
-[Eddie] It's that simple. -[Jaz] Hmm.
[Papa Dube] Your sisters have withdrawn their protection...
to the mercy of the possessed.
[Papa Dube] You must fight them.
[Papa Dube] Draw strength through pain...
[flame flares up]
[Papa Dube] You shall kill them all.
♪ [intense music]
[Papa Dube] You will be protected.
[Meadow] I know, we've got guns.
[Papa Dube] You should start believing.
[knife clips onto belt]
[high pitched ringing]
[low murmur and groan]
[Denny] That's it! That's what's missing...
Rock-salt...[laughs]
For that effective foot-crunch a frozen snowscape.
[Eddie] I've got a theory...
You're our mystery EMP bomber.
[Jaz] What?
[Eddie] You planted the bomb to save the girl...
Heroically, naturally.
[Eddie] That was your plan.
[Jaz] Eddie, you're full of shit.
You know what I think? You're the bomber.
And when we get out here, I'm going prove it!
So you leave him out of your damned '‘tutorial'!
[Eddie] See?
She doesn't think you're capable of anything!
[Jaz] That's not what I said.
[Eddie] But you're right of course, he's not a bomber!
He's not that important.
He is, after all, nothing but the janitor.
[Jaz] What do you care?
[Dom] Oh... he cares.
He sees '‘The Janitor' on a cozy social notch way below '‘Security Guy'..
[Dom] That's fine by me.
[Dom] '‘The Janitor' is my cover.
[Eddie] Hmm...
[Eddie] Bullshit! What are you talking about?
[Dom] My work with the '‘Occult Squad'.
[Eddie] He's lying!
[Dom] '‘The Investigative Psychology Unit'
of the South African Police.
[Eddie] You can Fuck! Right! Off!
[Errol laughs]
[Errol] Fuck'n love it!
[Errol] The Occult Squad?
That's just gotta top the '‘Security-Guy'!
[Errol laughs]
[Papa Dube] Ghost-Dancer...
To see his face...
is to die!
[cover squeaks]
♪ [intesne music]
[Papa Dube] Death comes with its touch...
[gunshot] [body slams onto floor]
[Papa Dube] Ghost-Dancer comes in judgement...
But seems not for me.
♪ [intense music]
[Eddie] He's lying!
Don't you see? He's delusional, he's making this up!
He's nothing but a janitor!
[Dom] And really shouldn't be blowing his cover.
[Jaz] Why does all this matter to you so much?
Like, what is it with you two?
[Dom] He's a twat!
But '‘The Janitor' has to save him,
despite everything, and...
He's also my brother.
[Jaz] First, an occult cop!
Next, he is '‘Brother'?
A bit like the master-fucking-key-thing!
[Jaz] Dominic Boyd, a regular litany of great surprises!
[Eddie] It's half-brother, actually.
[Dom] Different fathers... different surnames.
[Eddie] The same wonderful mum.
[Dom] No, you couldn't call her.
And she wouldn't have you call her that!
[Eddie] '‘Julia' was her name.
[Eddie sighs]
[Jaz] Anything else worth mentioning?
You know, like...
In passing?
[Dom] We rarely talk... him and I.
[Eddie] We're not close. It's a family trait.
[Denny] Uhm, these guys are close.
[Denny] And closing in dramaticy audio-based manner.
[metal clanging]
[Denny] Chains lashed against a car door-- no, no...
[Denny] Spanners against an old dustbin lid?
[Julia] What are you good for?
You know, what are you... what's your use?
[subway sounds] Not one damn bit!
[train wheels clatter] I'm telling you, leave me alone.
All the men in my life... all of them!
All such disappointments!
[Dom] They think they're invincible.
[Jaz] Whoever it is, it's real.
It's real, and they're coming.
[Errol] Oh, yeah!
[Errol] The hunt is on.
[Caspar] So what the hell are we doing standing here?
[Errol] Getting seriously stone, Pumpkin.
[metal banging]
[Denny] I need to block a hole.
♪ [dramatic music]
[Denny] Keep out the naughty kids, Santa.
We don't wanna play with them.
[crackling and melting]
[shrill whine]
[Jaz] You're not me.
[Jaz] I don't recognize you.
[Reflection] Because you're not you anymore.
[baby cries in the distance]
[Reflection] Did you hear that?
[Reflection] Do you hear that baby cry?
[shower curtains flap open]
[bubbles burst] [baby cries]
♪ [dark music]
♪ [music quickens]
[Meadow] I'm gonna fry his fucking liver in acid!
[electric fizzing]
[batteries clatter]
[voice echos] [Julia] Eddie.
[Julia] Eddie!
[subway train rhythmic clatter]
[flying sounds]
[Dom] I have a plan.
[Julia] A dream of being heroic!
[swooshing sounds]
[Julia] So rude...
Won't even look up...
[Julia] Not even when I'm talking to you.
[Dom] I always wanted a T-shirt like Superman's.
[Julia] And never got one.
[Julia] Doesn't do to encourage self-delusion.
[Julia] It's a fake image.
[Julia] It all is...
wishful thinking.
[Julia] Look at you!
[Julia] Lacking everything but anger.
[Julia] You're worse than useless.
[Julia] You never were anyone's idea of a hero.
[Dom] Not yours, I know that. Not ever.
[Dom] And where does that leave. our own mother?
[Julia] Wondering if Eddie's got a better plan?
[Julia] I bet Dominic's got a better plan!
[screeching and crying]
[baby cries]
[Jaz] Do you hear a baby?
[Jaz] Do you hear a baby... cry?
[Dom] There's no baby...
Just the sound of a subway in my head.
[Eddie] Mine too.
But a baby...
[Eddie] A baby... now that...
is interesting.
[Jaz] Forget it. It's nothing.
So, brothers, huh?
Half-brothers...
[Jaz] There's a story!
[Jaz] Please tell it.
[baby cries]
[Jaz] Now, would be great.
[Dom] We were boys when our fathers left...
His, and then mine.
[Eddie] Neither could bear to stay.
[Dom] She blamed them.
[Dom] Blamed us for,
well, everything...
[Eddie] Always playing us off. One against the other...
[Eddie] The '‘failure'...
[Dom] And always there's the '‘failure'.
We were never good enough.
Anyone could do better.
[Eddie] Everyone could do better.
[Dom] Neither of us tough enough,
fast enough, bright enough. At anything.
[Eddie] At everything.
[Dom] It all just fed her growing paranoia.
[Eddie] The conspiracies against.
[Dom] And one day it's the teachers, spoiling our thoughts.
[Eddie] One day,
it's the neighbors, '‘attacking' us with noise.
[Eddie] The whispers through the walls...
[Dom] The sounds of the subway..
[Eddie] She was obsessed.
[train wheels screech] [deep exhale]
[Eddie] Got so bad she rarely ate, slept at all.
[Dom] In the end, she thought we hated her.
[Eddie] Huh...
In the end, I did.
[Dom] We'd always fail her.
[Dom] And she'd always hurt us in the worst way she could.
[Eddie] Hurting herself...
[Eddie] Our punishment...
was her pain.
[Dom] Always for us to see.
[ragged breaths, footsteps]
[burning flesh] [Julia] Aah!
[sniffing, winces in pain]
[Julia] Do you smell this?
Do you see this?
This is love.
[echo] This is love
[Eddie] They're closer.
[Julia] There has to be a price for failure, Dominic.
And it has to be paid for...
Even is someone else is paying .
[flesh burning] [Julia quivers in pain]
[heater clatters onto floor]
[Julia] Do you smell that, Eddie?
Do you see that, Dominic?
That is love!
[Gameboy sounds]
[Dom] Eddie retreated into Game.
[Dom] And I used to draw...
[Dom] Mostly what I wanted to be.
[Dom] Eddie was bigger, older. He could be cruel...
[crayon scribbling]
[Dom] So I drew drawings that he'd leave be.
[Dom] I hid them... I did, I hid them.
But things with Julia got so bad that she used
search our rooms when we were at school.
[papers flutter onto floor] [Julia sniffs]
[haggard breathing]
[Dom] And then Eddie made sure she found one.
[Julia sobs]
[Dom] And then we both got more than what we bargained for.
[distant screaming] [gunshot]
[Errol] Shit!
[Caspar] They're coming! We can't go back.
[gunshot]
[exclaims]
[Jaz] Ah, shit, they're close!
[Dom] She's coming.
Do you see it? Do you see her?
[Julia] Ah, the men in my life!
All of them...
All-such-a-disappointment!
All failures, boys.
Ooh! Never that finger on the button.
[subway noises]
[Julia] You weren't expecting this.
Of course you weren't... Well, that's the point.
[static whine]
[Julia] Someone's gotta pay the price.
[Julia] Do you smell it, Eddie?
[Julia] See it, Dominic?
[flame crackles]
[Julia] That's love!
[Julia] Gotta go, boys.
Got a train to catch.
[train horn] [flame crackles]
[heavy thud]
[subway train wheels clatter]
[Dom] My guilt...
was drawing her suicide note!
[Dom] And his?
His was giving it to her...
It's haunted us both ever since.
[Eddie] Like she always wanted.
[Jaz] Dom...
I'm really sorry.
But you were kids...
[Jaz] and she was... she was ill.
[Jaz] You're here now... We need to find--
-[Caspar] Those noisy fucks are right behind us!
[Caspar] And I've been through enough! Right!
You said you had a plan!
And you too!
We need to move, right now!
[Errol] Looks like they both got the same plan.
[Eddie] I thought of it first!
[Dom] That's bollocks! Complete bollocks!
[laughing] [Errol] And they're arguing over it.
[paper crackles] ♪ [fast music]
[Jaz] Well?... Seeing as you both got a Master-key!
[Eddie] Hurry! Good!
[door squeaks open]
[Caspar] We've got to go!
They've got guns!
[Denny] I can do guns.
[Caspar] Real guns.
Not staple-guns! Real bullets!
[Denny] I can do bullets.
Buy some time!
[Caspar] Ah! [Errol] Ah, fuck! We're saved!
[Denny] No, seriously, guys, I can do this!
A few shots, and then I'll catch up with you.
Besides, you don't have time. Go! Go! Go!
[Meadow] Fuck!
[Meadow] I fucking hate Christmas!
[Meadow] Get this fucking muppet out of here!
They're up there.
[Denny] Hey, lock... lock the door behind you.
[Denny] It'll slow them down.
[Eddie] It's suicide, Denny.
[Denny] I got metal-washers.
Heavy. Big holes.
Ball-bearings...
Bullets.
You want '‘em to sound fuzzy, turn off?
Or something fast and airy?
[Eddie] Just... hit what you're aiming at, I guess.
[Denny] I'm a good shot, Eddie.
Can whizz '‘em close as you like to mics in the ducting...
Great... acoustics.
[Eddie] Why, Denny?
[Denny] I guess I'm finally putting my name in lights.
Get them out of this place!
I'm gonna get good credits!
[door locks] [keys rattle]
[Caspar] What's happening? Is he okay?
Is he coming?
[Eddie] He's wrapping up his back-story.
[Denny] Spell my name right, Eddie!
[Caspar] Wait... what are you doing?
We can't just leave him!
Don't know what they're gonna do to him.
[Eddie] Kill him! Probably.
Now, help!
[heavy scraping on floor]
[Dom] Wait! What are you doing?
[Eddie] He made his choice.
What? Are you pissed you don't get to be the hero?
[Dom] It seems I care more about him than you do.
[Eddie] I care more than you think.
♪ [sinister music]
[shells clatter onto floor]
[Eddie] Now... move! Move.
[ball bearing zings] [ugh!]
[ball bearing zings] [aagh]
[Denny breaths heavily]
[heavy breathing]
[Meadow] Move.
[catapult clatters on floor]
[gunshot] [shell bounces on floor]
[ughhh]
[pistol shot echos]
[Dom] Do you think...?
[Caspar] That's it.
[Denny gasps for breath]
[Meadow] Get this fat fuck out of the way.
[Denny gasps for breath]
[bang on door]
[Dom] Denny, is that you? Denny?
[Eddie] It isn't. Let's go!
[Eddie] Where're you going? We can't go back there.
[Dom] Can we at least try and slow them down?
[door rattles]
[Eddie] You're right. There're too many of them... Let's go.
[Eddie] Jasmin?
Jaz... are you okay?
[Errol] She's hearing things!
[Jaz] Hey...
I heard a baby... cry.
[metal clanging]
[Caspar] Come, we gotta go.
[Caspar] Hey... hey...
[Caspar] Eddie says this goes all the way down.
We're gonna get out.
[Errol] No, we can't.
[Eddie] What does that prick say?
[Caspar] Oh! What the fuck!
[Caspar] Ah, it must be that.
[Errol] It's some fake Sangoma bullshit!
[Errol] Gets worse!
[Caspar] Oh!
[Caspar] So how long's that been there?
[Eddie] That's fine. We're going down there.
[Errol] Yeah... About that.
[Caspar] Fuck!
[Errol] I know, Pumpkin... It's been a long night, just hang in there.
[Eddie] We've got to try... Tunnel through it.
[Errol] What's the betting it's all the way down.
[Dom] Well, best we get started.
[Caspar] Let's for a line.
[Errol] Be my guest.
[Caspar] What is all this?
[Eddie] Probably the shit from three floors of squatters...
[Reflection] Nose-bleed. Hmmm?
[Reflection] Marks another journey into '‘Wonderland'?
[banging on door]
[Reflection] This time you hit the jackpot... [laughs]
[Reflection] Isn't that right, mister?
[deep inhale of breath]
[Reflection] That can happen when you're dead.
[deep exhale]
[Reflection] But then, I'm not talking about him.
[Reflection] I'm talking about you.
[Dead body] Indeed...
you just take a mighty pulse-wave.
[Dead body] And add all the stress.
And voilà!
From '‘Wonderland'...
to '‘Slumberland'.
[Dead body] Oh, that blissful feeling of knowing you're already dead.
[Dead body] Welcome to '‘Cotard's Syndrome'!
[Reflection giggles]
[Jaz] That can happen when you're dead.
[Dom] Hey, what did you say?
[metal banging] This is hopeless!
[metal banging]
[Eddie] Dangerous! They're goino be through that door any minute.
Stop wasting time!
[Dom] But we have no other choie but to go through there.
[metal clanging]
[Jaz] Your faces...
[Dom] Jaz!
[Caspar] Jaz...
♪ [tense music]
[Eddie] "“Who are you? Said the Caterpillar... Explain yoursel"”"
[Jaz] "“I can't"” said Alice.
"“I'm not myself"”.
[Caspar] What's wrong with her?
[Errol] She thinks she's dead.
[Caspar] What?
[Errol] You did this to her!
[Errol] Me?
Cotards' syndrome did this shit!
'‘Cotard's' is why some decide to sit in graveyards,
you should know how this shit works.
[Caspar] What the fuck are you talking about?
[Errol] People who prefer the dead for company.
[Caspar] Okay, just say that.
[Errol] Take a fucking look!
[Dom] She isn't dead!
[Dom] And I won't let her keep it company.
[Caspar] Look at that... he thinks he's '‘Prince Charming.
[Eddie] '‘Prince Charming' forgot the key in the lock!
♪ [music builds]
[labored breathing]
[Jaz] "“We're all mad here"”, said the Cheshire Cat...
[Papa Dube] Ghost-dancer brought you to me.
[shrieks]
[Meadow] I will cut off your children's toes,
and feed them to you!