Grim Reaper Page #2

Almost killed her.

Are you serious?

I'm blind, not deaf.

Whatever, girl.

Your True Hollywood Story ain't no secret.

I'm Tia.

Rachel.

How'd you end up in hell?

Uh... don't really know.

Actually, that's why

I'm looking for the phone.

Uh, you?

Doc called it a cry for help.

I call it a practice run.

Rock on.

Who's he?

That's Stuart.

He hasn't said a word

since he got here.

He's quite a prodigious

little artist, though.

Oh, my God.

Stuart?

Stuart, who's--

who's in your picture?

Stuart, I said who is in that picture?

Lo, the angel of death did descend.

Well, well, well,

another breakthrough.

Here reap the souls of the forsaken.

Calm down, Stuart.

You're scaring our new guest.

He is coming to take us where we belong!

It's begun.

Hello?

Anyone?

I thought I told you not to come here again.

Rachel didn't come home last night.

That's my problem how?

All right. I'm the a**hole.

I'm the jealous boyfriend...

who can't take other guys

staring at his girl...

touching her.

It's all in your head, kid.

This is a reputable establishment.

Please.

I have to find her.

What do you need from me?

What are you up to?

Don't worry about it.

I can hear you scraping away

at something every night.

What the hell for?

I'm obsessive-compulsive.

Can't stop myself.

Hmm.

See you in the next life.

I can't stay here.

No. No, I can't be here.

I hear that, sister.

This is not food. It's wet cement.

Don't bother.

This is insane.

That's right.

If you weren't crazy before you got here...

Don't fight it.

It will only make it worse.

What is this?

Whoa.

Look at this.

Look.

October, 1966.

Saint Joseph's closed

due to abuse allegations.

It doesn't make sense.

No!

Stuart! Stuart!

Stuart!

Stuart! No!

Ms. Wilson, what's all the commotion?

No!

Stuart is dead.

Liam?

Liam!

Rach? You OK?

Oh, Jesus. Liam, God...

Damn it. You scared me.

I... oh, my God.

I fell asleep in the tub.

I just...

No. No!

Liam!

Liam?

Hello?

How do you-- how do you

fast forward this thing?

Get out of there.

Messing with my computer stuff.

You're a real sweetheart,

you know that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right. Fast forward.

Fast forward. Fast forward.

Can you make it go any--

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

All right. There.

There she is.

She looks so scared.

Rachel!

You want my soul?

Is that it?

When you take it, my life's over.

Not yet.

Nick!

I need my meds!

I need my meds.

I need my meds. I need-- need my meds.

No. I need my--

Doc?

Doc!

Doc Brown!

Please! I need my meds!

Doc!

Nick, how long have you been planning

this?

Since day one.

Since day one?

You didn't have a better idea?

This is the plan, all right?

To the outside world, we're dead.

You can't keep us

locked up here like animals!

Doc!

He took Stuart,

and he's gonna come back for us!

Who's there?

Who the hell is that?

We're in his control room.

No. No. No!

Nick. Nick, watch out.

There's a phone.

Rachel?

Liam. Liam, it's Rachel.

Sh*t!

Nick, it's not working.

Nick.

Hello.

Liam, are you there?

Can you hear me?

This you, Rachel? Rachel?

Liam, please.

OK. Can you hear me? Anything at all?

I can't. Wait, wait, wait.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Rachel, I can hear a little bit.

OK. Liam, I need you

to listen to me, OK?

We are trapped in this...

mental facility hellhole!

I don't know--

I wouldn't exactly call it

a hellhole, my dear.

Rachel? Rachel?

Sh*t.

Hellhole?

Nick.

Nick, he cannot do anything to us.

Nick, he can't do this to us.

No.

I swear...

you are not gonna

get away with this.

I'm afraid the state

says otherwise, Ms. Wilson.

Perhaps a little time in solitary

will help change your att--

No!

Looking for these?

Elevator keys for the pills.

Come on. Come on!

We got to get out of here.

Give me the keys.

OK. You, up, now.

Get up, I said! Now!

Move!

Liam.

Hello?

Anyone?

Death comes to us all.

Death and taxes, right?

I know you know

what happened to my girlfriend.

There is a plan.

It's a path, a circle.

All things that begin must come to an end.

What is this hippie talk?

What...

some call it fate.

What happened to Rachel

happened for a reason.

How do you know her name?

Fate was changed.

A new circle was forged--

Wait, hold on.

Excuse me for being slow...

but I don't know

what you're talking about.

The moment she should have died,

a new timeline began.

Stop talking in riddles!

Tell me what you know.

Are you familiar with Saint Joseph?

Who?

The patron saint of lost souls...

Saint Joseph.

And? What does that have

to do with Rachel?

Where is she?

Go ask Saint Joseph.

Move! Let's go.

You say we all face death, right?

I mean, that's why we're here, right?

It was an experiment.

A what?

A what? You'd better tell me

this is some kind of f***ed-up joke.

Mass hypnosis.

How can six people all share

the same delusion?

No! That we're all running

from the Grim Reaper?

Doc, this is no delusion!

OK? This is real life.

What's happening?

Doc here has decided

to end his experiment tonight.

Ladies, we're going home.

Won't do you any good.

You can call it up,

but it won't open.

It's a dead man's lock.

It requires two keys,

both turned at the same time.

I'm afraid Dr. Harr left hours ago

with the only other key.

We're screwed!

There's nowhere to run to in here.

There's nowhere to hide!

We're gonna die!

It's all right, OK?

We'll be OK. We'll stay in the light,

and we'll be fine.

What'd you just say?

As long as we stay in the light,

he can't touch us.

Who told you that?

The same person that told you.

The same person that told all of us.

Ah, yes, your guardian angel.

Mass hypnosis at its finest.

You know what?

We've all escaped death once.

We can do this again.

Oh, fascinating.

The herd mentality

in the face of adversity.

Know what, Doc? You're next!

OK, you guys,

we got to split up, find Pete...

and get this elevator unlocked, quick.

We're gonna die here!

Katie!

Look. Just do what you have to do...

and get us out of here,

for God's sake...

before it's too late!

All right. Let's get out of here.

Move!

Sh*t.

Katie! Katie!

Let me in! It's me!

Let me in!

Death is out here,

and he's coming to get us!

OK. OK.

Oh, great. This is your plan?

You want to hole up in here?

Do you have any better ideas?

He's gonna find us in here, Katie.

Yeah.

And we'll be ready.

OK.

I don't even know what this thing is.

It's a generator!

Just turn it on, OK?

How do I turn it on?

I don't know! Figure it out!

Sh*t.

God! Keep it down!

It's loud enough

to wake the dead in here.

He knows we're here.

It's just a matter of time.

Great. Thank you. Thank you.

That's really very reassuring.

A real "glass is half-full" girl, aren't you?

Oh, the glass isn't just half-empty--

the drink is spiked.

Oh, tell me. We're in it.

Welcome to my world.

Just come on! Just do it, OK?

If we--

What? What? What is it? What is it?

He's coming.

Come on. Just do it! Hook it up!

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