Malignant
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Do you remember being
upset when you came here?
Yeah, I was quite upset, wasn't I?
What was it all about?
I don't know.
I seem to have forgotten.
It doesn't seem important now.
Bite down.
Good.
Sir, you have to leave now.
We have to move the body.
The train's coming!
Wait.
- Come on!
- Wait.
Hurry!
Whoo!
Come on!
- I don't know if it's safe.
- It's fine.
Careful.
Whoo-hoo!
Ahh!
Whoo!
Yeah, yeah!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
It's gone now. Come on.
Were you scared?
You crazy lady.
You're gonna comfort me
If I can be there in time
I'm not claimed
Yeah...
Enough to feel
Enough to see now
And enough to know
No, no, no, I'm not claimed
I'll have one more.
Mm. Mm.
Happy anniversary.
I love you.
Allex.
Who are you?
We met at the bar.
Don't you remember?
Open it.
J'ai tout papillon noir.
What?
It's a French expression
for having dark thoughts.
"I have black butterflies."
Whoever you are, just...
Just leave me alone.
I want to help you.
You want to help me?
I want to help you stop drinking.
Don't you want help?
Mm.
Look, I got to go to
the emergency room.
Right, just cover
for me, all right?
I-I'll be in as soon as I can.
Well, you already have stitches.
I know. That's why I'm here.
What exactly happened?
I don't know.
You don't know?
You know, blacked out, I think.
Hmm.
I've never been here.
You won't find me on...
Sir.
"A-L-L-E-X."
Well, you were here last night.
You came in drunk,
cut by a knife in a bar fight.
They gave you 11 stitches.
No, this thing is wrong.
You'll need to see a doctor
in a couple of weeks
to get the stitches removed.
- Aren't you gonna help me?
- You've already been helped.
No. This thing's wrong!
How would you know?
You blacked out.
If you'll excuse me,
there's a room full of people
who actually need my help.
The usual?
Yeah.
Let's just keep it one, though.
Hair of the dog.
You got it.
Hello.
You shouldn't have gone to the bar.
It's you.
Well, why did you cut me?
I was only doing what you asked.
Don't you remember?
Well, uh, that's bullshit.
I-I didn't ask you for anything.
You asked me to help you.
But you f***ing cut me.
We've already started.
- W-what do you mean, started?
- Started what?
The treatment to help you.
Our experiment.
Don't drink.
Don't black out.
You do, they die.
What?
Man, f*** you.
All right, I don't drink
and drive no more.
Don't drink, Allex.
F*** you.
Ohh.
Ow! Aah!
Hello?
Did you watch it?
What did you do?
Me?
That's you, Allex.
No. I would never do that.
But you did. I made you.
What?
When you black out,
you're no longer yourself.
That's bullshit.
It's your choice.
Stop drinking, no one else dies.
What did you do to me?
When you're cured, Allex.
And don't go to the hospital again.
I promise you you won't
make it there this time.
I was there last night.
That's where you did this, huh?
Really?
Is that what the
medical records say?
For your own good, no
hospitals, no doctors.
I wouldn't want to have
to forward that e-mail
to the police.
Look, tell Sean I'm sick
and I'm not coming in.
Hello?
Chad. It's Allex.
Hey, man. How you doing?
Uh, I need to talk to you.
- Sure, what's up?
- Not over the phone.
I got to talk to you in person.
You're still messing
around with electronics
and microchips, right?
You know it. Come on over.
Hey, dude.
Come on in the back.
Okay.
It's like a snuff film.
So, it's real?
No, I-it can't be.
Snuff films are all fake.
Somebody's messing with you.
I need to know if somebody
else is doing that,
or if it's really me.
You couldn't do that.
If it's me, it
wouldn't really be me.
It'd be somebody controlling me.
Sh*t.
Is it even possible?
I don't know.
You said there was metal in there?
Yeah.
That could be an implant.
You could have wires
leading up to your brain,
sending electrical signals.
That's kind of how the
brain-pacemaker thing works,
and that's been around for years.
Brain pacemaker?
Yeah, it uses deep
brain stimulation
to treat epilepsy and
major depression.
So, you're saying it's possible?
They're not even sure how
the pacemaker works,
and it's a different
form of control.
But maybe this thing can do it.
Man, you're talking some
seriously complicated sh*t.
Your guy would have
to be some kind of
combo scientist/tech doctor genius.
What you need to do
is get to a hospital
and see what the f***
is inside of you.
- He said no hospitals.
- You have to.
What other options do you have?
Don't worry about this video.
It's got to be fake.
Yeah.
One whiskey coming up.
Yeah, make it half, will ya?
A half?
Yeah.
All right.
Oh, hey, Charlie, um...
You know, say, like, uh, you
do a crime and, you know,
somebody's controlling you,
but you don't remember it?
You... you wouldn't be
responsible for it, would you?
- What are you talking about?
- Hypnosis?
I don't think anyone's
gonna buy that.
I mean, your body does the
crime, you're guilty, right?
Yeah, I guess.
It's all about the fingerprints,
not the mind-prints.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Right.
Night.
It has to be fake.
Help me!
Please, please.
Please help me.
Ow! Ow! Aah!
Now do you believe me, Allex?
Now do you understand that
the experiment is real?
The other one?
Is real.
I didn't read anything about it.
Do you really think
society will miss them?
They were carefully chosen.
Gail, she drank. That's all.
She was a hopeless drunk.
or others soon enough.
What about him?
A drunk, too?
What, you think it's okay
to just kill people?
I'm not killing anyone.
You are.
I have high hopes for you, Allex.
Your recovery can pave
the way for others.
And that's how you're
stopping me from drinking?
I am motivating you
to cure yourself.
I don't want your treatment
interrupted by others.
Be thorough.
The experiment has
to stay controlled.
- What's up, buddy?
- Chad.
Uh, I need you to
come over here, man.
- What's wrong?
- Just... just come over, please.
Yeah. Whatever you need, man.
- Did you go to the doctor?
- Look...
I don't want to talk
about it on the phone.
Dude, that is me right there.
Yeah.
H-happened right up there.
Explain it.
Maybe he did it, and then he set it
up like you did it in the video.
No.
That's me.
This is real.
She's dead. They're both dead.
If they're dead, then
where are the bodies?
Why is there no blood?
I do... I don't know, all right?
I don't know.
See? It's bullshit.
What about this? Huh?
He's controlling me, man.
M-maybe he just put
some metal in there
that would trigger
the metal detector.
We need to get to
the bottom of this.
Let me set you up for a C.T. scan.
He told me no doctors.
I know people.
We can do this under the radar,
and there's no way he'll
find out, I swear.
- All right.
- Then what do I do till then?
- Nothing.
- I want you to do nothing.
I want you to sit
tight till tomorrow.
I've got an idea.
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