Nine Miles Down Page #4

Daddy...!

Ben?

Anna!

Come and help Mommy with

the decorations!

We don't wanna spoil

the surprise now, do we?...

Daddy would be home soon.

Dad's gonna love this!

Is that you, Jack?

How do you want your steak?

Do you like it?

- Who are you?

- I'll come clean.

You've been right all along.

I was only testing you and you passed..

- You and Borman are quite the believers.

- Works for many.

It works for me right now.

I thank God for that.

Literally.

His very existence defines mine.

We have a lot in common.

We're glad when people just accept

what we lead them to believe.

No shepherd want a sheep

that think for themselves.

- What do you want?

- It's all about what you want here, honey.

Something about a second chance?

Still can't tempt you?

Okay.

I wasn't doing the freeze over.

Our father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

thy kingdom, thy will be done

on Earth as it is in heaven.

lead us not into temptation..

I'm sorry, you can never keep a straight face.

I always wondered what people would do

had Christ been hanged.

Wear many knotches around their necks I suppose.

or is it knitches?

or knit?

I can fill and f*** your brains out!

Oh, Jack...

You're such a...

... Gentleman. At least now that I'm

coming out of the closet I can have a smoke.

Onions?

On your steak?

Onions.

Onions?

Onions?

Jack... after coming so far...

... you're not going to just

throw it all away now, are you?

Last chance of getting...

... what you wanted most for the past six years?

I'm gonna give it to you.

Aren't you hungry?

It was Susan, wasn't it?

She sent you here to test me.

So, what is it you want from me?

C'mon, Jack.

- Think.

- Myself?

Is that what you came here for?

Okay... but then I get what I want.

Okay...

What will I do?

Repeat after me:

Lucifer, I sell you my soul.

Six times over.

Focus your full concentration.

And say it with conviction.

- Lucifer, I sell you my soul..

- One..

- Lucifer, I sell you my soul..

- Two...

- Lucifer, I sell you my soul...

- Three...

- Lucifer, I sell you my soul..

- Four...

- Lucifer, I sell you my soul..

- Five...

The last one's a difficult one.

Lucifer...

... I sell you my soul.

Six. I won't bother you anymore Officer Jackman,

you've passed the test.

- Is that it?

- I got what I want and so did you.

- Where are we?

- Wait outside in your truck.

And when Susan comes,

all you have to do is drive away.

Going already?

Don't leave us again so soon,

the children were so looking forward to it.

- but she said that you...

- Who?

Hey.. Hey...

- Who? The operable lies and deception?

- Daddy, you have to blow out the candle.

Make a wish first.

Yeah, make a wish Daddy.

Blow them all out or it won't come true.

Try wishing for something else, Tom...

or someone else.

I can't do this.

- Rather spend your birthday with her?

- No, I'm staying this time.

I'm staying.

Come on, Jack.

We have to go!

I'll ignore it.

- She can go...

- She?

You admit it?

You admit it?

It's over!

It was just one night,

just one stupid night, Susan.

- It's your last chance. Susan's waiting.

- No! She's here.

They're here.

She's here.

That's not Susan, Jack.

Look at her, Jack!

Tom, we must hurry.

We can leave now!

It's me, Susan!

It's me.

No!

Susan?

- Susan?

- Yes, Tom.

Thank God.

Come on, we can start over now.

We've been given a new chance.

- We did it honey. You rescued me.

- Daddy?

- But the kids?

- Dad! Help!

- Did you hear them?

- No, it's nothing, let's go, Tom.

- No, it's them. We can't leave here without them.

- No, Ben and Anna are at home waiting for us.

It's just the wind, Jack.

- It's just the wind.

- When is their birthday?

Please say you love me, Jack.

Say it.

I love you...

Go back to hell, JC...

We had a deal!

Jack!

Jack!

You're hallucinating.

Breathe!

Come on.

It's oxygen, Jack.

Breathe, Jack!

Come on, Jack.

Breathe. Breathe!

Over here!

- Where's the girl, Jack?

- Who?

- Dr. Christianson.

- JC? She's not real.

- Yes, she is, Jack.

- What?

She is. She's telling the truth.

Come on, Jack.

She's right, her story...

Get down.

Look at me...

Where is the girl? The doctor?

She's one of the scientist!

- They had her under a different name.

- Jack, where is the girl?

- JC?

- Oh my God!

The cavity was probably full in over 60

million years ago .

and had trapped a huge mass

of compressed organic matter...

... tormented to early form of Psylocybin growth.

Now I think the only explanation,

that makes any sense:

Is that you are in inhaling an odorless

by product of the places .

It's a hallucigenic gas, which impairs

rational and cognitive functions of the brain.

So why is it the end of the world's longest joint.

It seems it disabled your ability to discern,

... between reality, memory and imaginative

creations...

To you they all seems to be one.

So what I believed to be real,

became real to me?

Yeah, what you wanted to believe

what you are afraid of believing.

And what about Borman?

Well, like you and everybody else

I think his own personal hell was brought to the surface by the gas.

- What about JC? How does she cope?

- Well, a number of factors.

Everybody living up in the main complex,

was accumulating toxins.

- She was far as exposed.

- What about the voices?

- I mean, the screaming in the shaft head?

- Well, my guess would be:

Miles of Metal against stone.

Or the wind.

Merely by the power of suggestion

the mind is capable of creating patterns.

Even in white noise.

- But...

- Forget the noises.

Inspector Coolidgeman found two furgal forces

stranded 50 km out from where he come off.

Footprints leading up in all directions.

Realistically, there's very little chance

of finding any of them alive.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Come on,

look on the bright side.

There's no hell

and she's not the devil.

That's gotta be something.

- I feel I'm just missing something here.

- You saw all the evidence.

Why do you throw away all rational

explanation for the sake of that 1% of doubt?

I don't know.

- Good morning.

- Hi.

- Forgive me?

- What's there to forgive?

Well, you seem pretty tolerant,

someone tried to kill you.

- We both got a little messed up.

- Yeah, and I'm...

How's your wound?

How's yours?

Which one?

Is it my imagination or did I...

... did I really sell you

me soul back there?

Jack!

You should see your face.

Oh it's just a chunk,

it's a...

I had to play along

with your delusion.

I would have played any character,

to lure you away from there.

- I suppose I owe you dinner then, huh?

- Yeah...

I should let you rest.

I've got it!

And this will prove she

wasn't there from the start.

The only image we have of her,

is on this footage...

... which was supposedly was

taken weeks ago.

- And...?

- My cap is in the background of the shot!

- What the hell are you trying to prove?

- That she staged all of this.

There!

- David, can you zoom in on it?

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