Patient Seven Page #5

Why don't you tell me about

this man you hired

to kill the...

Vampires?

- Ah, it took some time.

But once I showed him,

he believed.

- Di Collins reenters the room.

Interview resumes.

The suspect has refused

to offer his name

or address for the third time.

I'm gonna call you John.

That all right?

John?

We found you wandering

through the station.

We were worried because

you were someone we

wanted to talk to.

Know why that is?

Janet gray.

Did she break your heart?

Because you broke hers.

You cut it right

out of her, John.

How did that make you feel?

She was just a girl.

But Reggie, Reggie was scum.

Dealer, pimp.

Chelsea fan.

That's three

strikes right there.

You took it a bit

too far though.

- That's a foul,

you f***ing muppet!

Some people would give you

a pat on the back for that.

But this...

Acid?

In the bath?

That isn't normal

behavior, John.

That is just not f***ing odd.

- I hunted her.

Four missing girls,

all her friends.

No coincidence.

He killed seven.

Prostitutes, addicts, homeless.

And they'd been

at it for decades.

Dig up their garden.

Count the bones of

the children you find.

I know this won't

stop you for long.

Sorting the truth from

the fiction took a while.

But removing the heart.

Decapitation.

Holy water.

Those methods work.

They couldn't

exist on their own.

They needed

protection to survive.

Someone to keep watch.

- You're confused, John.

You're scared and confused.

- A confused man wouldn't have

watched you for three months.

He wouldn't have snuck

into this room an hour ago.

A confused man wouldn't

have a stake in his hands.

- When he was caught and

arrested for the murder of...

Ordinary people.

He led them to me.

- Did that surprise you?

- We weren't finished.

- Killing vampires?

- Precisely.

- Ah.

- There's another one out there.

The main one.

And I won't stop

until I hunt it down

and kill it.

- Gentlemen, would

you join us, please?

You know Damon, i

have to tell you,

of all my patients, you've

been the most fascinating.

It's been an absolute

pleasure meeting you.

- The pleasure was all mine.

Doctor.

- I loved my mom.

She was a good mom.

Until she started seeing it.

- I could see,

and feel,

and hear,

everything!

- Where the

f*** is my bloody shovel?

- Hey!

- There's

another one out there.

The main one.

And I won't stop

until I hunt it down

and kill it.

- The hell?

- Found my shovel, doctor.

- What are you people doing?

You know who I am.

- We sure do, doctor.

We sure do.

- Damon there are

no such thing

as vampires.

There just isn't.

And I'm not a vampire.

He's having a hallucination,

he's drawing you people into it.

- Hmm, nice try,

but I'm not buying it.

- I'm not a vampire.

- Hold him down.

This won't take long.

- Ah!

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

No, I'm not.

No, no!

No!

No, no!

- It's okay.

Just breathe.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

- You know who I am?

Do you know who I am?

- Yes, we know who you are.

Thank you gentlemen.

Keys.

You're not a renowned author.

You're not a doctor.

You're Daniel Marcus,

patient 050980.

You've been a patient at this

facility for over 30 years.

You were admitted after

being found guilty

of murdering your mother, aunt,

uncle and cousin,

while on a skiing trip.

Your attorney managed

to have you placed here

in our care after

an insanity plea.

- Paul...

- We've discussed

this before, Daniel,

it's doctor Victor.

Only my friends call me Paul.

And we're not friends.

Another bad dream.

Well, hopefully,

we can get you to see the

truth about what you did

and the delusions and

nightmares will eventually stop.

Pains me to leave you

here in a single cell.

But with all your

recent outbursts,

you've left me little choice.

The other patients, and

even some of the staff,

are frightened of you.

I'd like to move you back

into the main ward, but,

I'm gonna need you

to help me help you.

I'm going to give you one more

chance to tell me the truth.

Take me back to where it began.

- I was young.

I didn't wanna hurt anybody.

I didn't hurt my family.

I wouldn't hurt my mother.

I wouldn't hurt her.

No.

- Shh.

I wouldn't hurt my mother.

- Well I was hoping

we would make

some progress, Daniel, but...

You just wanna tell

outrageous stories.

- They're all true.

They're all true.

- You really expect

me to believe

your tall tales

about serial killers,

demons, vampires,

ghosts, zombies?

The truth is, you murdered

multiple people in cold blood,

starting with your own family.

Instead of taking

responsibility for it,

you'd rather make

up fairy tales.

Well you might have

everybody else fooled,

but you're nothing but a liar,

who faked his mental

state of health

to avoid the death penalty.

You can stay down

here for the rest

of your miserable

life for all I care.

You know what?

I am still gonna

have a good day.

- How's that for

a good day, huh?

My patients need me.

I only let my friends

call me Daniel.

You can help me help you.

I'm still gonna have a good day.

Time to make my rounds.

- Welcome back--

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