Book of Blood
- R
- Year:
- 2009
- 100 min
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The dead have highways...
Running through the wastelands
behind our lives..
Bearing an endless traffic
of departing souls.
They can be herd through the broken
places of our world.
Through the cracks made by acts of cruelty
violence and depravity
they have sign posts these highways
and crossroads and intersections
and it is at these intersections
where the dead mingle
into our world.
Hey, darling.
Are you okay?
Oh my god!
Im looking at him.
You sure you want to do this?
You want it in one... piece.
Your skin is leaving.
I'll be in touch.
Keep the change.
Ooh there, hang on a minute, it's okay.
Local hero in charge
How old are you Pussycat?
- I wouldn't tell.
- And neither will I!
Can't stop.
I've go to keep going.
Sure you do
Drink?
All the more for me.
- Away, away
As far away as I can go.
I think I can help with that.
I need to sleep.
I need to sleep.
Cumfy?
Where are we?
End of the line friend.
End of the line!
You see this collector calls me.
Probably sitting in some
stuffy room some where.
All kinds of disgusting
artifacts on the shelves like...
Pickled tongues,
plaster casts of rock stars d*cks,
reptile fetuses in
formaldehyde jars.
But just like every collector...
This ones dying for the next thing!
And guess what the next,
thing is!
Your skin!
Weird hey?
But hey!, who am I to judge.
This one pays well.
And I might get a bonus,
if I can keep it all in one...
"Boat".
Please.
Please what?
Pass the salt?
Still...
I got to wonder!
Being a student of human nature and all.
How a beauty...
Like you!
Finds himself tied to a table
about to be flayed by a sociopath.
Jesus Christ son.
You are a book of blood.
Read it to me.
Why should I?
Well now...
Because...
Here's the deal.
We can do this nice
and slow and painful
or I can make it relatively quick.
Up to you.
- Quick
- Up to you.
The dead have highways.
Highways that lead to intersections.
And intersections that spill
into our world.
And if you find yourself at
one of those intersections,
you should stop and you should listen.
Because the dead have stories to tell.
Janie, Janie open the door.
Open the door now.
Here! Call the police.
Janie open the door!
Janie!
Open the door!
- Janie, Janie...
- Let me in. Please... stay back!
Captain!
Oh my God!
Paranormal.
Defined by Webster something
not scientifically... explainable.
We live in the realm of the paranormal.
If we'd only look...
If we'd only listen.
Remember...
necessarilly prove the negative.
But it's a good start.
I'd take a seat anywhere Mr...
McNeal.
Simon McNeal.
I've just um... transferred
from Strath Clyde..
Okay. Welcome...
Simon McNeal.
You're welcome... Simon McNeal.
Why is it these places always look so...
Ordinary?
The owner moved out in a hurry
after his daughter was murdered.
Place has been on the market ever since.
It was built in the early 19 hundreds.
Then that guy. J.D Tollington...
bought the place during the depression.
Snake oil man...
Huh.
Claimed he could talk to the dead.
People came from all over
Europe to see him.
He used to entertain the rich
and famous right up stairs here...
Very spooky goings on apparently.
Story goes during one
session he was interrupted...
by some invisible hand
clasped over his mouth.
So cold it left an impression
on his skin like a mustache.
The proof is in his autopsy.
Suddenly he was thrown
against the wall so hard,
shards of his broken bones
pierced his lungs.
He choked on his own blood.
- You're making this up?
- It all happened right up here.
What ever did it to Tullington
scribbled a message on the closet doors.
In blood!
Dont mock us!
The same message they found
After you.
Nothing wrong with this picture.
According to her parents, Janie
was seriously into sex and death.
Used to bring her friends
up here for sances
Voodoo and blow jobs.
They grow up so fast these days.
Probably just a passing truck.
Steven!
Not my son!
How do you know any of this
stuff in your books is true?
How do you know
any of it is really true?
Well. If we close our minds to
the possibilities...
We'd never make any progress, would we?
But truth is relative.
I mean if you can see it...
and you can touch it,
then, how can we be sure?
Professor?
So... we are just supposed
to take all this in faith?
In this business we have
to start from a place of faith.
For a visiting professor, you're not
very curious about the local cuisine?
Want some?
- It helps with my insomnia.
- Your not getting laid enough!
I'm still available?
What do you think?
That house.
Perfect another book, right?
I suppose.
Excuse me... I was just struck
by a blinding burst of enthusiasm.
Half my fans think they're
reading fiction for Christs sake.
You mean it's not?
Reg. Ive been studying the
paranormal for almost ten years.
And I have never found anything
verifiable, anything indisputable.
Just a series of speculation
and presumption.
Every scientific breakthrough in
the history is based on nothing...
Speculation and presumption.
Ask Galileo, Newton, Darwin.
Wouldn't it be great...
If all that high tech equipment of
yours could finally prove something.
Can't prove anything
sitting in its box.
So... When do we move in?
McNeal. What are you doing
out in this weather?
- I'm just going home.
- Get in. I'll give you a lift.
What's wrong?
- You shouldnt be driving tonight.
- What?
Just be careful, professor.
a car accident.
Flipped his pickup into a ditch.
Went through the windscreen head first...
Snapped his neck.
Simon saw it happen.
What do you mean he saw it?
He walked into the kitchen one night.
Told his parents point blank. Steve is dead.
The truck crashed.
A moment later the police called.
When his parents got to the scene,
it was exactly as he described it.
- There's something about him Reg.
- Yeah. He's hopping great looking!
He knew I was going to have
that flat the other night...
I suppose a coincidence. There's
obvious an explanation?
He could be an asset
to our investigation...
Mr McNeal.
Got a moment?
It all started that night.
It just...
Went to my mind.
Then this journalist turned up
asking for an interview.
Eleven year old boy has
visions of his brothers death...
That's going to get people's
attention isnt it.
- How did it make you feel?
- Weird.
The people started treating me
like I was a celebrity.
- You didnt like the attention?
- No...
I guess...
I mean I was just a kid.
I had no idea what was going on.
And then people started
coming to the house.
Just wanted me to touched
them... and tell what I saw.
So... I did.
And... I saw things.
- And then people started to say I was a...
- Clairvoyant.
Are you...?
- You like old songs?
- Like this one?
Want to dance?
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