Asylum of Darkness Page #6
- Year:
- 2017
- 117 min
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- Well, that's the end
of me
as far as the world is
concerned.
Only I know that it's Finch
I never thought I'd be the only
mourner
at my own funeral.
Was she my sister?
A friend?
Maybe even a wife or daughter?
I can't remember.
But it was harder to be happy
about my supposed death
knowing I'd left someone behind
and alone.
The two worst things you can be.
- I woke up feeling foggy.
I don't remember,
did we have a fight or
something?
- No, nothing like that.
- I still feel groggy.
What's wrong with me?
- Not a thing.
- Who are you now?
Finch the cheat?
The manipulator?
- He's dead.
I'll live his life my own way.
- Dwight stroud's way?
Then you still have to
know why you went insane.
- That doesn't matter.
It's different now.
- Well, if you're sane now, why
am I here?
- Who are you talking to?
there.
- No, I was just talking in my
sleep.
Where are you going?
- Bathroom.
- Relax, goin' to the
kitchen to get somethin'
to settle my stomach.
Ugh, it's too hard.
I'll have to use a knife
to get the rest of it out.
It's for you, Dwight.
It's for you.
You left the ice cream out last
night.
Melted all over.
- Hello?
- Yeah, hello.
- Is that you Mr. Finch?
- Yes, yes, sure.
- Okay, great.
You're speaking to our
company meeting today.
- I am?
Okay.
- We wondered if you could
be here a little later than we
planned.
- Uh, I can be there in an hour.
- That was the
old time.
How 'bout right after lunch, two
pm.
- Sure, great.
And that's my recipe for
success.
- That's very interesting, Mr.
Finch.
But I had some questions
about your accounting formula.
For market research.
- Formula?
- I'd like you to just take us
through
some computations, one to one,
like you did the last time you
were here.
- The last time.
You mean, the old days.
Right, um, sure.
Let me find a good example.
Here.
There we go.
Now.
- Good recovery, Dwight.
Finch is dead now.
You're really on your own.
But I have faith in you.
Shh.
- Right.
So
here's an equation.
As you'd usually see it.
- We know math is.
Just
a tool.
What you can do is use that
to succeed.
Anyone can fudge around.
With numbers.
What do I have
to do to be rid of you?
- Just become sane.
Sorry.
You know, though you weren't
listening at your funeral,
I was.
Though it's commonly
believed that when we die
we go immediately to heaven or
hell,
that really doesn't
Till then, we're all trapped.
- He's trapped in his body.
I'll, I'll destroy the body in
the grave.
Is that the answer?
- Did you say destroy
the body in the grave?
- No.
Slip of the tongue.
So if there are no other
questions,
I'll be leaving.
- Well, if he thinks
I'm gonna pay good money
for that load of double talk,
he's completely out of his
f***ing mind.
- Is it really you?
- Oh, I, look, I, I'm sorry
what happened at the gallery.
I had to pretend I didn't know
you
so no one else would know.
- Look, I understand you
want to live your life
free of the past, that's,
that's all I wanna be able to
do.
- I heard you died and came
here to pay my respects.
- I came here to destroy
it in order to be free.
I see you over there, doc.
Don't worry, you can't see him.
He's only in my mind.
- You're right, I'm not the
one you have to worry about.
- Hi, uh, this is Mrs. Finch
again.
What time did you say my husband
left?
- I don't know,
hours ago?
Look, I'm busy, I, I gotta go.
- I see you standing there.
You've been standing here
staring at me
for over an hour.
Who are you, what do you want?
- If you love your husband,
you'll follow me.
I'm Mrs. Dwight stroud.
I'll show you.
I'll be as gentle as possible.
What's yours will soon be mine.
As it should be.
This is where Dwight and I lived
when we were first married.
The neighborhood wasn't great
then
but better than what's left of
it now.
- I don't believe you.
- Really?
I'll show you.
- Gimme the pick.
- Why do you need the
lid off?
- You and I see things in the
same way.
I need you to see it, too.
Gimme a hand.
Look down there.
Is that me?
- No.
- Really?
There must be no trace of him
left.
- That's not my husband.
- Look closer.
- What's the point?
If you have the power to lead me
here,
you can probably make me
see whatever you want.
- Mm, but you can't
dismiss your own feelings.
Haven't you noticed recently
your husband's been kinder,
more gentle lately?
It's because he's not your
husband.
He's mine.
Come with me upstairs and I'll
prove it.
Dwight and I, we're not
who you think we are.
We're fluid.
We can fill whatever body
I need to empty you out.
So I can refill us.
- He knows he's still not free.
- Yeah, that's right, he doesn't
know.
He doesn't know at all.
- Goodbye, Dwight.
You won't see me anymore,
you're beyond listening to me.
If you do get free of Finch,
then you'll be truly alone
because his personality is
the only sanity you have left.
- I saw you talkin' to him.
No sense pretending he's
not real, he's in my mind.
- Well I'm glad the pretense is
over.
I'll tell you what I know.
- I know you're not what you
seem.
You tore your eyes out the night
i escaped
and now you have eyes.
When I saw you at the gallery,
you acted like you
didn't know me at first.
You look like Van gogh,
just like I look like Finch,
but who are you really?
- It's all true.
Only when we touch that
i see you as Dwight.
Your soul in his body,
his trapped in yours.
We see the real faces behind
these masks.
- If Finch's soul is trapped in
my body,
they both are destroyed,
but I'm still crazy,
I'm still not free.
- That's right, Dwight.
There's a big piece of the
puzzle missin',
and you're standin' on it.
- I, I, I escaped.
i saw, they were real?
- Not only were they real,
they still are.
We're still here.
Don't worry, Dwight, they're
too stupid to do anything.
We're all waiting for judgment
day.
Well, a few of us got tired of
waiting.
Three of us saw you pathetic,
mindless creatures up there
and decided to live through you.
We ate away what was left of
your souls
or minds, if you prefer,
and took over your live bodies
as our own.
Finch was taken over first
hospital.
Then it was your former wife
turned to inhabit a life.
I took the painter.
You aren't free of what you knew
as Finch
because what you destroyed
was just some dirty clothing
that his soul had been wearin'.
You've driven him back
into his own corpse.
They are glass.
I don't need eyes to see.
- There's no spirit above this
grave
because it's trapped underneath.
doin' now?
- Don't give me that insanity
crap.
I believe what the real Van gogh
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