The Suffering Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
- 105 min
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She asked me if
I took head-shots.
She wanted to be an
actress out in Hollywood.
Now, I had never taken
a headshot in my life.
But I lied right to her face and
said with a smile,
of course I do.
Tragically enough,
that young lady
never did make it to Hollywood.
- Oh?
- Because I married
About a year after the marriage,
my business was failing.
The market was diluted.
My father-in-law had
thrown me a line,
he offered me this gig.
Steady pay, good benefits
and we wanted to start a family,
so I couldn't afford to say no.
Closed the studio, sold
all of my equipment
and that's that.
- How easily we betray
the things we love.
- Yeah.
- That's enough
reminiscing for one night.
Now try to get some
rest, Mr. Dawles.
I have something
special to show you
in the morning.
- Have a good night, Henry.
- You, too.
(phone ringing)
- [Recording] We're
sorry, your call
did not go through.
(phone ringing)
- [Recording] We're
sorry, your call
did not go through.
(phone beeping)
- Ahh, sh*t.
(grunting)
(whimpering)
(kettle whistling)
- Good morning.
- Coffee.
- Thanks.
Big tray for a little cup.
- May I get you anything else?
- No, ma'am.
(faint screeching)
- Something on your mind?
- You got any horses
in that stable?
- Not for many years.
I never took much to them.
And in return,
they never took much to me.
Shall we?
This farm has been in our
family for generations.
Centuries of history
under our very feet.
At one time, the main
house was an inn.
A bed and breakfast of sorts for
travelers heading north
into the mountains.
Many nights, I've
imagined all the souls
that must have
passed through here.
Each with their
own story to tell.
Ah, here we are.
(insects buzzing)
- We've been looking for you.
- Tell me that their beauty
isn't absolutely undeniable.
- These are incredible.
- Each and every piece
machined from scratch.
10,000 hours to create.
- Did you build these?
(chucking)
- Oh, no.
I'm not nearly patient enough.
'Twas my father who made them.
- Amazing.
Do they still run?
- Of course.
Though I wouldn't dare venture
them out on that
old track out there.
I can't help but feel
that the majority of people take
the world's beauty for granted.
It's time spent incepting,
designing, creating
all that is.
These objects in space.
Needless to say, I feel it is my
God-fearing responsibility
to preserve that beauty
and, when need be,
give it a little polish
from time to time.
- These are works
of art, Mr. Remiel,
But I'll be honest,
when it comes
to their worth,
I don't even know
where I'd start.
- That's easy, Henry.
They're priceless.
- Yeah.
- Through there,
you'll find a staircase
on your left leading
to the storage garage.
Between that and
the machine shop,
you should find plenty
of work to fill your day.
(thump)
- [Whispering] Henry.
(gasping)
(banging and chains rattling)
(grunting)
(loud growling noise)
(glass breaking)
(squealing noise)
- Hello?
(thunder booming)
- Oh, sh*t!
(grunting)
(door creaking)
(thud)
(melancholy orchestral music)
- What's wrong?
(thunder booming)
(groaning noises)
(crunching and crackling)
(growling)
(whining)
- Run.
(sighs)
Ugh.
- Mr. Dawles.
A word.
- Who the hell was that?
- You need to calm down, Mr.
- Don't you tell
me to calm down!
Do you see that?
I was attacked on your
property, understand?
- Are you threatening me?
- I need to know what's
going on right now.
- You're in shock, Henry.
You have suffered a
sharp blow to your head
and I suspect are
victim to a concussion.
- You didn't answer me.
- Take a moment, Mr. Dawles.
Calm your nerves.
And when you have done so,
meet me in the kitchen
for a civilized conversation.
In the meantime, I
shall fetch Mrs. Gates
to tend to your wound.
(thunder rolling)
You have taken liberties with my
hospitality, Mr. Dawles.
- There is something
in that barn.
- A rail thin creature
ravaging an unlucky hen.
Is that correct?
- You saw what was
left of that bird.
- What I saw was
the rotten remains
of an escaped farm animal.
Nothing more.
- I'm telling you the truth.
- See it through my eyes.
I find you in the stable, alone,
your head bleeding and
your camera smashed,
bourbon on the porch.
Can you at least
appreciate my perspective?
- I understand how it must look.
- What's really troubling
you, Mr. Dawles?
It's in your eyes.
Something deeper.
Something personal.
- I'm just trying to do
my job and that's it.
- You are here to
perform a service, Henry.
One that means a
great deal to me.
Can I count on you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
I had faith you'd
muster the will.
Besides,
I am growing quite
fond of your company.
Get a good night's rest.
I'll see you in the morning.
(eerie music)
(door rattling and squeaking)
(heavy breathing)
Will the circle
Be unbroken
By and by
Lord, by and by
There's a better
Home a'waitin'
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Will the circle
Be unbroken
By and by, Lord
By and by
There's a better
Home a'waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
- Salena?
You can't be here.
My wife.
Please.
(squishy noises)
No, I am not doing this.
(giggling)
(grunting)
(groaning in pain)
(footsteps)
- May I?
- I don't know what's
happening here.
- I'm not sure I
know what you mean.
- You're telling me you
don't feel something
evil?
Nothing?
- I was raised in a house
of refuge, Mr. Dawles.
A reform school
for teenage girls.
By societal standards,
we were classified as
undesirable.
But to the sexual
appetites of deep-pocketed
men, we were quite the opposite.
And when we matured and lost our
childlike appeal, we
became something else.
Disposable.
To answer your
question, Mr. Dawles,
I have felt evil many times.
But never in this place.
(lighter flicking)
(rattling, scraping)
- Hello?
(lighter flicking)
Mr. Remiel?
Who are you?
- I'm you.
(gasping)
Oh, sh*t.
(phone ringing, buzzing)
- Henry?
Henry, is that you?
- Hi, Rebecca.
- Where have you been?
I was so worried.
- I'm working.
- I've been calling you.
- There's no service here.
- You sound tired.
- I am.
- Are you with her?
- I have to go.
- I love you, Henry.
(dial tone)
(sobbing)
(lively organ music)
- You overslept, Mr. Dawles.
- I wasn't feeling
well, I'm sorry.
- Are you leaving us?
- My wife needs me home.
- Is that all?
- I need to be home.
- I thought we had
a deal, Mr. Dawles.
- Well, you can keep the money.
- Let us amend our agreement.
I detest ending on poor terms.
It is clear that
you are headstrong
in your decision, but my driver
will not be available
until morning.
So here is my compromise.
If you will work
through the night
to make up for your
daytime repose,
I will see that you
are fully compensated.
- I appreciate the
offer, Mr. Remiel,
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