Afflicted Page #5
- Derek, stop!
- Unh!
Sh*t.
Jesus.
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
Unh.
Unh.
Stop! Police!
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, no, no, hold on, hold on.
I don't have you. Just hang on.
Grab my arm! Grab my arm!
Grab my arm! Grab my...!
No!
Unh.
I'm so sorry.
It was an accident.
I tried to save him.
I really tried.
I'm not a murderer.
Jason.
I just... I just need more time.
And then I promise
I will come home.
Um...
I am not sure
how much longer I'm gonna
be able to hold out.
But I got her phone.
So this is what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna text all the
numbers in this phone
a message to come meet me.
Maybe I'll get lucky.
Call me, you b*tch! You
know I have your phone!
I've been posting online.
I gave you my f***ing e-mail.
You can contact me. I know
you can, so just do it!
Just do it!
I finally got a text.
And if this doesn't work...
I'm so screwed.
Audrey?
I got you.
I got you.
Audrey.
Okay.
Okay, welcome to an
"Ends of the Earth"
live-streaming event.
Tonight we have a very special
guest in Maurice Behar.
Now, Maurice here is 56 years old,
living right here in Paris,
and he has a very unusual pastime.
Now, what the f*** are you
doing with this, Maurice?
It is covered in blood.
All right, Audrey, here it is.
I have your f***ing plaything.
It's been about two weeks,
so I tell you what,
I'm gonna stay right here
until either you show up
or I can't hold out any longer.
So where is she, Maurice?
Where's Audrey? I know you
know where she is. Look at...
Jesus.
Fifty years, and you are the
first one she's turned.
What?
What are you talking about?
I mean, who are you?
You have to run now.
What?
You have no time.
- She will come.
- Good. Good.
I want her to come.
You know what?
Just kill me,
you ungrateful little sh*t.
I can't believe she
give this to you.
Jesus.
Get off me! Get off me! Unh!
No, no, no!
No, no, no!
Wait. Wait.
Please.
Don't come near me or
Maurice ever again.
What?
What are you looking at?
You're not feeding enough.
What the hell's that
supposed to mean?
Please, you have to help me.
Listen to me.
You must eat.
- Your body will not let you starve.
- Are you insane? You want...?
I can't keep killing people.
You have to be able to fix this.
You have to have a cure.
- A cure?
- Yes, a cure.
This isn't a disease.
There is no cure. You must kill.
Fine. I'm gonna kill you. Unh!
You don't get it!
You can't kill me!
Do it.
Please.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Don't you think I would
have cured myself
if there was such a thing?
Don't you think I would have
ended my life if I could?
You were a mistake.
I will never create another.
I can't... I can't kill
someone every ten days.
- I can't.
- Ten days?
Your eyes are changing already.
You need to be feeding
every four to five days.
No. No.
If you do not choose to feed,
you will become something worse.
You will lose control.
You will kill every day.
Every single day.
And you will not stop.
No, no, no.
You can't choose not to kill.
But you can choose who you kill.
It makes a difference.
So why did you choose me?
You were dying.
Mom, Dad, Jason.
I know you haven't heard
from me in a while.
I needed time to figure this out.
to understand what happened.
I just want you to
know that I love you.
And I am very sorry for everything
that I've put you through.
But look.
If Audrey is right and I can't die,
then what I am and the
things I have to do,
you can't be around.
It's not safe.
I'm not the person you remember.
Hello?
Look, whoever you are,
please, don't hurt me.
What? What? No. Please.
Let me go. I won't tell anyone.
Please. Why are you doing this?
Is this your phone?
- Uh...
- Is this your phone?
That's what I thought.
Wait. Wait.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
But I'm gonna give you the same
chance you gave that little girl.
What are you doing with the camera?
I'm looking for the light.
Just don't put it on the Internet.
So, what are we doing here?
We are gonna make your first
night in Italy a memorable one.
Whoo!
Come on, it'll be fun.
- All the lights are off.
- Okay.
Nobody's home. Heh.
- Where's Chiara?
- What?
- Where is she?
- What the f***?
- Chiara!
- Dina, calm down.
- Chiara!
- Dina, we'll find her.
- Aah!
- Din...!
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my... Aah!
What the f***? What the...?
What the f*** is that?
Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
What the f***?
F***!
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