Slaughter Night Page #2

...their free time. We call it "normalising".

If I'm boring you...

- Not at all.

Please concentrate, everyone.

I experienced a methane explosion

once in my life.

Bang!

Ten men killed!

This used to be the only protection we had.

The explosion brought these plates down...

...and a cloud of dust and sand

put the fire out.

Please move on.

Yes, stand over there. Fine.

Right, and then...

...we got a lamp for that: A Davy.

And this Davy lamp...

...was a very clever thing.

The height of the flame showed...

...whetherthere was methane or not.

But we had no ventilation...

...so we had to explode the methane

before we could work.

A long time ago...

...they had something very different.

Firemen!

Yes, firemen!

We had firemen until

the death penalty was abolished.

They were condemned prisoners sent

into the mines to explode the methane.

If they survived, they were spared.

And otherwise...

Cool!

The last fireman here

was Andries Martiens...

...a murderer...

...who killed eight children.

He beheaded seven of them.

You think that's "cool"?

That's nothing:
Gusts of air from the filters

and a door can slam.

Okay...

The last fireman here was in 1857.

Andries Martiens was a sailor...

...involved in black magic.

And they said...

...he could go in and out of hell

by sacrificing people.

A stupid question maybe, but

why would he want to go to hell?

That's not a stupid question.

His parents were in hell. They were evil.

He wanted to ask them

where his inheritance was.

Inheritance?

- Gold, lots of gold.

But fortunately Martiens was arrested...

...and sentenced to death.

He could choose...

...between the noose and methane.

He chose the methane.

And so Martiens was brought

into this mine shaft behind me...

...under heavy guard.

He was wrapped in wet rags

to protect him from the flames.

Martiens entered the shaft...

...with a burning torch.

...swearing and cursing.

He held the flame by the roof...

Slowly...

...terrified...

The torch started spluttering.

The flame grew.

And then...

Martiens was killed in the flames.

They say his ghost still roams here

looking for the gold.

If you're very quiet...

...and listen closely...

...you can still hear him call.

They're just stories!

Come this way...

This is the end of the tour.

If you enjoyed it, please leave a tip.

It's entirely up to you.

Here we go.

Doesn't it work?

Ladies and gentlemen...

One moment please...

we're not going home yet

not for a long time

Anyone up there?

Anyone?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a minor problem...

They've left up top. We're the last group

so they don't know we're here.

Shut up, we're trapped!

I have a mobile phone.

- It doesn't work down here.

Don't panic. I'll use the emergency

shaft and call the electrician.

So just wait calmly.

Can't we all go up that shaft?

It's too dangerous and

not allowed by the insurance.

Don't worry. You'll be out

in half an hour.

What are we going to do?

- I don't know.

Can I have a light?

Let's stay together.

- I want to look round.

Torches!

- I found torches!

May I?

- You have it?

Over there...

Look at Paul.

If you gotta go, you gotta go.

- Get lost with that camera!

Come on...

You two look nice together.

It could go far.

F*** off. No way!

You don't think I'm sexy?

I think I'm really sexy.

Paul plays with himself, for want of a girl.

Estrild has lots of boyfriends.

No way! You don't have anyone.

Paul doesn't have anyone!

She screwed her Dutch teacher.

- I did not!

This is so boring.

Why's that guy hanging round Kris?

- He's Belgian!

Why doesn't he eat his own fries?

Come on!

- Coffee, tea, soft drinks?

Stick your tongue out. Come on.

Wait a sec. Drink up.

Nothing like popping a pill down a mine.

I swear she's going to flip out.

Where's that guide?

This doesn't look good for you.

What?

- Death stands for the end.

But also for a fresh start.

All the old dies away.

That's vague. It means nothing.

Tarot isn't the best way

to get a clear answer.

We have something better.

Don't we?

Kris?

Summon ghosts.

- Ouija won't help. They're already here.

Wow!

- Ouija's a way to communicate with them.

Give me the planchette. It's in the bag.

How does this work?

You put this on the board and concentrate.

Then pose your question.

Who to?

To whoever you like.

It usually goes through an intermediary.

Each Ouija board has a dominant spirit.

A spirit that belongs to the board.

It's usually the spirit of the previous owner.

We can try and contact him.

Fine.

Is there anyone who wants to talk to us?

Is there anyone who wants to talk to us?

Come on, don't be childish!

Is there anyone who wants to talk to us?

You want to talk to us?

Where are you?

H... I... R...

Hir?!

What's that mean?

Here. Spirits are lousy at spelling.

They lie...

They speak in riddles.

Are you here?

Dammit!

Ask for a name. What's his name?

How do you know it's a man?

What's your name?

You're pushing it.

- I'm not doing anything.

Andries?

Andries Martiens?

Ding! You all got through

to the next round!

You're such a prick!

Were you pushing?

- Yes. So what?

This is the lowest of

all the dirty tricks you ever pulled.

F***ing loser!

Witch b*tch!

What was that?

She's tripping!

Hold her arms, her arms!

Hold her on the ground!

Help us!

Hold her legs down!

- That's what I'm trying to do!

What did you give her?

- An XTC just like you.

Let go!

Are you okay? Come on.

Lisa?

Show me.

Lisa...

Christ!

Has anyone got a handkerchief?

- No, no! Take this.

Come on.

We have to get her to a doctor.

Careful.

- What about Susan?

We'll go after her.

I'm not going.

She flipped. Did you see that?

Does she do it all the time, Belgian?

- Paul!

You should shut your face!

- Why?

Is it my fault?

- He got the message!

You gave her the pill, we're in sh*t.

- I can't help it if she can't take it!

Skidmark!

What's the point of this?

Lisa is wounded.

Will someone go after the guide

or we'll be here tomorrow?!

You do that.

We'll look for Susan.

Let go!

Susan?

Susan?!

What are you doing?

We have to find the way back.

Susan!

I think this must be it.

Christ!

- His head! Where's his head?

We can't get out.

What can we do?

I think we should go back to the lift.

You think Susan will be all right?

- Of course, your sister's tough.

Don't worry, Stefan. She'll be all right.

Susan?

What's she up to?

Susan!

Susan!

Susan, . Where are you?

Watch out.

Sh*t, I've had enough.

- What are you griping about?

My shoes'll be ruined.

Isn't this the junction we just past?

- Sh*t! Sh*t!

We're lost. Let's go back.

- This is the right way.

Someone has to take over from me.

Hey guys...

This is strange.

What?

The trail goes two ways.

Now what?

We have to split up. You go that way.

If you can't find her in 15', come back here.

Are you sure?

- We have no choice.

Be careful.

Yes, sure!

Another junction, I knew it!

I knew we were lost.

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