The Evil Within Page #6

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She's coming with the police.

Good.

Go too long without killing

and the nightmares start, Dennis.

I can fix that.

If I kill me, I kill us.

How do you like

the dark place, Dennis?

Y-you said I'd be happy

for the rest of my life.

You're not alive

anymore, Dennis.

I am.

So we're all clear, right?

John Peterson?

Mildy Torres, Social Services,

with a court order relieving you

of your custodial responsibilities

to Dennis Peterson.

Looks like nobody's home.

Yeah, we don't have

a search warrant, so...

So stick to what's

in plain sight.

All right.

You smell that?

Retard stink.

No, it smells good.

Wait a minute, we're alone here, right?

Yeah, turkeys, chicken,

roast beef, it all takes a day.

All right, so I'm going up here,

you're gonna take the kitchen?

Just save me a piece, all right, Don?

- Yeah, right.

- I'm serious.

(thud)

Did you hear that?

You better f***ing

save me a piece.

(static)

(freezer starts)

(gasps)

I don't recognize a soul.

It's worse than that. We haven't

recognized anyone all day.

Where is everyone?

I don't know. Must be

the flu or something.

Well, why would it only

target our friends?

Okay, so what's your guess?

Well, Dennis is holed up

in the basement

with instructions for

butchers and taxidermists.

It smells like Satan's

ass down here.

People are missing,

one's dead for sure...

Not everyone we know

is missing, okay?

Ha! There's Pete.

Pete from the bookstore.

Hey, Pete!

Pete!

Uh, hi, John, Lydia,

what's going on?

You're a little bit excited

and it's creeping me out, man.

It's just really good to see you.

Yeah, super to see you guys.

No, no.

You don't understand, man.

You're the first familiar face

we've seen all clay.

It's just really "Twilight Zone" -ish.

Okay.

Uh, oh, John, I've got Dennis

books on the tape here.

Yeah, this is definitely

Dennis's.

I've got Chuck's marked down

there with a different color.

Have Chuck's and Dennis' books

been getting messed up?

Yeah.

Thank God.

Yes, thank God. Parking

of the Red Sea was okay,

but I was not a believer until I

witnessed the bookstore f*** up.

- Have you seen any of Chuck's cassettes?

- Yeah?

Because I was a bit worried

they may be Dennis's.

Okay, yeah I got that.

He's been spending a lot

of time in the basement.

There's weird smells

coming out of there.

And stinking in the basement is okay

if you're reading the right books.

Exactly.

Well, there you have it.

- What? - Well, Dennis didn't

even buy the book, Chuck did.

Your point?

Your theory about Dennis no

longer has a leg to Stan on.

Well then, why do you lie

about him so much?

What are you hiding?

What?

Why are you lying?

I'm not lying.

We both know you're lying.

You really wanna know?

Dennis was a prodigy.

His IQ is not

traditionally measurable.

Taught himself arithmetic through long

division at age five, library books.

He was a hero in the papers

and still a hero to Dr. Preston.

He keeps a display case

of newspaper clippings,

essays, novellas, theories,

all about or by Dennis.

What happened?

I don't remember all of ll.

I was eight when he was six

and we got into a fight,

and I punched him, good punch,

knockout punch right to the jaw.

And he went tumbling

down the stairs.

He was only unconscious

for about an hour,

but, uh, when he came to,

he couldn't read.

He couldn't even tie

his own shoelaces.

Christ, I don't know.

I don't even know what

the fight was about.

You did this to him.

He was a genius?

Christ, I'd love

to get away with you.

Start a family,

have a normal life,

but I really do owe

every cent that I make,

every moment of my life to Dennis.

We're gonna have

to talk to Dennis.

About what?

He'll need to know how things

are going to change.

What's going to change?

For one, that house is going to be a

little more cramped with me living in it.

You could live with Dennis?

Well, it's not a dream come

true, but it is a family.

And that's more than I ever had.

Wait, wait, I'm sorry,

where are you going?

I'm gonna go get Dennis.

Get the birthday table

at Monsoon's.

He's gonna have a lot to digest.

A lot of complicated

grown-up issues

and pizza to digest.

So, how about them Dodgers?

I'm sorry, Pete.

I'm sorry to everyone, I seem

to have made a bit of a spectacle.

No, no, dude.

None oi us. Even noticed.

Let me just put Dennis' books

there on the edge of your table.

- You look a bit crazy, man.

- Yeah, I feel a bit weird.

You take anything, man?

Just prescription stuff.

Well, let's not jump to

conclusions and blame the drugs.

Anybody would freak when they found out

what Dennis has been reading about.

Well, I haven't yet found out what

Dennis has been reading about.

I know what Chuck's

been reading.

Oh yeah, now, that's creepy.

Why? What has Dennis

been reading?

Well, books on forensics

and taxidermy.

That's... that's Chuck.

No, that's Dennis.

It's an acquired taste.

Don't worry about that smell in

your basement, it's dead animals.

Taxi!

Pete, you gotta call the cops.

I don't want to.

Send them to my house.

There's a crime in progress.

Dennis!

(baby crying)

- Denn..

- (baby crying)

(crying continues)

Here's the knife, alakazam,

Gone. Boo!

(heavy breathing)

(power tool whirring)

(splashing, grinding)

(splattering, grinding)

Gesundheit.

(creaking)

Dennis?

Good evening.

Lydia?

Say hello to John.

Hello, John.

Lydia, you seem a little sad.

Is something wrong?

Yes, I feel all empty inside.

I'm a shell of my former self.

Why are you feeling that way?

I've demanded so much

of my brother's time

that he no longer has a life.

I can't care for myself,

so duty binds him to me.

And you feel guilty

because of that?

I took all the time he could

have focused on his own needs

and demanded he focus

on my needs.

I took his life away.

Oh, it can't be that bad.

What could be worse?

You could remove any hope

of his having a normal life.

How?

Well, you could push him down

the stairs and damage his brain.

Render him mentally incompetent.

What kind of a monster would

do that to his own family?

A spider.

What do spiders do?

They kill all their

family members.

That's not as bad as what I did.

And what you did isn't as bad

as damaging someone's brain.

Oh? Why not?

When you damage someone's brain

you darken their whole world.

Dennis.

Dennis, what are you doing?

Nothing remains familiar.

Family loses familiarity.

Dennis, get me out of the chair.

Imagine that.

Imagine what?

How it must feel to wander

about a town once familiar

only to meet fifth generation

copies of people you once knew.

How could someone

in that position cope?

He'd have to think

like a spider.

Dennis, Dennis, Dennis,

everything is gonna be fine.

A spider's so cold

and deceptive.

Oh, Christ.

Dennis. Dennis. Dennis! Dennis!

Let me out of the chair!

Dennis, God damn it!

Let me out of the chair!

Right now!

Everyone is.

Dennis, listen to me!

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