The Evil Within Page #4

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Now this is wrapping up

much too neatly

to be a coincidence.

No.

Okay, what's wrong?

Are they not the right earrings?

Why did you set me up like that?

Set you up like what?

We were talking about marriage,

children.

Earrings?

Man on TV:

But with spiders

the challenge

is of a different nature.

Spiders are not social animals.

They have no families.

If the spider's gene is to last

into the next generation,

he must approach

the female by stealth,

careful not to be seen by her.

Because spiders are Cannibals,

and females are much

larger than males.

I would give you a ring today

if you would live with Dennis.

When I said I wanted a baby,

I meant the small kind,

the cute kind.

Not the 30-year-old

masturbating kind.

Man on TV:
The

procreative ad compete,

the male spider

must now escape her web

before she catches and eats him.

To her the male

is not a husband,

not a mate,

not even another spider.

To the female,

the male is merely food.

Australia is home to the

world's most venomous spiders.

Notable amongst them

is the funnel-web.

Unique not only

for its deadly poison,

but for its inexplicably

aggressive behavior.

It will, unprovoked,

charge anyone it sees.

Which raises the question,

why?

If it doesn't have a soul,

it will bite you

without a second thought

because it doesn't have a first.

If it does have a soul,

it will bite you

because it doesn't like you...

you f***ing retard.

Demon:
It would need a soul

to appreciate your disgust

with its soullessness.

Look at those eyes,

those lifeless black spheres.

Could they be looking back?

No.

No, not these eyes.

Those eyes.

- (screeching)

- (gasps, screaming)

I'll let you wake up

if you do a job for me.

Say yes,

and your dreams will be

pleasant for a long time.

Say no...

and I'll knock off

the training wheels.

If you think this was bad,

wait.

You have to do this.

You have to go get a boy, get a little boy

if you want to get better.

I have to kill a little boy?

Ora little girl.

It doesn't matter.

It has to be a child.

Why?

'Cause that's what

we'll need to do

to prove that we're not stupid.

It's the next step in the test.

Once you realize

killing animals isn't bad,

it soon gets clear

that all killing isn't bad.

To learn killing animals is okay,

they meat.

You don't know how many times

your meat at dinner time

was someone you knew.

I ate kids at dinner?

Many times.

Everybody kills

little boys and girls,

and they're all

disappointed in you

because you haven't done it.

It's only a few hours

until dawn.

Go out and kill a kid.

(crying)

Why'd I do that?

Why?

It's not helping me.

I don't feel smarter.

Nobody says I'm acting smarter.

You did good work,

very good work.

All we did was

kill three kids.

I'm just as dumb as I ever was.

We did very well.

And I have to tell you

a secret now.

This isn't helping me.

I gotta tell you a secret.

Lean in close.

This isn't helping me.

When you're sleeping at night,

I'm the one who

whispers in your ear.

Sorry about the stories I tell,

but it's just a little darker over here.

Thank you.

- Thank you for meeting me, Dr. Preston.

- Of course.

Have a seat.

You need more sessions with me, right?

Desperately.

And you can't

afford them, right?

Not really, no.

What if I give you my lunchtime

every day for a month?

We wouldn't be in session.

We'd be having lunch

together as friends

so I wouldn't have to charge you.

That would be great.

I do expect a fee,

just not a cash fee.

What do you want?

You can't skirt issues

by claiming they're not

what you want to talk about.

If I want to talk about

the house and the car

you can't afford,

you must play along.

Fair enough?

So it's half therapy,

half browbeating?

More like 90 percent

therapy you think you need

and ten percent therapy

I think you need.

That's fine.

Well, we'll start with

what you think

your problems are.

Who are you?

I'm not just one.

I've been called legion.

I am many.

Well, where are you?

I'm right here.

The dark place,

where is the dark place?

I'm not sure.

I couldn't show you on a map.

I do know this though,

no one here ever wanted to come,

but you, oh Dennis,

you would love it here.

If you came here,

you'd be happy

for the rest of your life.

If I went there,

I'd be happy

for the rest of mine.

So what do we do?

Just keep doing

what you're doing.

It'll make you smarter.

It'll make me able to go where you are.

It's a good deal

all the way around.

Just keep doing

what you're doing.

What do you look like?

You wanna see me?

Take this mirror and point

it at the closet mirror.

Take a step back.

Look down the hallway into infinity.

Is that you?

I didn't choose

to look this way.

Why should I help you anymore?

You hurt me.

Who's really hurting you?

Me?

Or Susan?

Susan likes me.

She wouldn't f*** you

with someone else's p*ssy.

Why?

She wouldn't f*** a retard.

How revolting.

But a serial killer...

ah, how exciting.

How intriguing.

How mysterious.

You know what makes you so

unattractive in Susan's eyes?

No.

She thinks you couldn't hurt a fly.

She thinks you're insignificant.

If you killed her,

she'd die screaming,

she'd die in agony,

but she'd die wet

between the legs.

Am I really your enemy?

Tsk, tsk, Dennis,

I'm your only friend.

I'm hungry, Dennis.

Let's go get some ice cream.

(screaming)

( clanging )

Hello?

(creaking)

- ( screeching )

- ( gasps )

(gasps)

Oh my God, Dennis.

Thank God it's you.

Hi.

What's up with

the hand in the coat?

You hiding a concealed

weapon or something?

(laughs)

- Uh, no.

- No?

It's a new notebook I got here.

I'm gonna write down notes

in it and keep them.

Can you read?

Well, uh, no, but what

I've kinda been doing

is asking other people

to write down notes

and then when I get home

I ask John to read them to me.

That's the coolest thing

that I've ever heard.

I was hoping

you'd write me a note,

I would love too, Dennis.

Take a letter, Susan.

Okay.

To...

whomever it may concern:

I, Susan Hill,

being of

sound mind and hot body...

(giggling)

am prepared to make

the following confessions.

I think Dennis Peterson

is super keen

and I would like

to have his babies.

I can't think of a way

to get him to ask me out

or tell him that my idea of a perfect date

would include bumper cars

and ice cream here in my own store

This is a joke, isn't it?

Why?

I would just feel more

comfortable if you were kidding.

I mean, you're not really

asking me out, are you?

Would it be so wrong if I did?

Well, Dennis, I'm spoken for.

No, you broke up with

that guy two weeks ago.

Yeah, I'm not...

I'm not ready

to move on, Dennis.

You can't just turn

love off like a switch.

You were only dating him for a month!

Dennis, it wouldn't work out between us.

(clanging)

(grunts)

- ( horn honking)

- ( brakes screeching )

Are you lying, John?

No.

Are you sure?

When you continue

lying to someone

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