The Suffering Page #3

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I really do,

but I can't finish

this job in one night.

- That's quite all

right, Mr. Dawles.

There will always be others.

(footsteps crunching)

- [Henry] One more night.

Full pay.

And I leave at dawn.

- [Remiel] That's

fine, Mr. Dawles.

You'll find the

barn a quarter mile

south of the main house,

just past an old fishing pond.

(coughing)

- [Whispering voice]

I'm sorry, Jesus.

I didn't want to hurt her.

- Hello?

- [Whispering voice]

It's hers, not mine.

I promise I'll be good.

- Hello?

- [Whispering voice]

Please, Jesus.

I just want to go home.

(heavy breathing)

- Oh!

I'm Henry.

What's your name?

Why are you praying?

Is someone out there?

- Stop!

- No, no, no.

I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to scare you.

Will you take that off?

Please?

I just want to talk to you.

Can I take it off?

Ah, oh!

Who did that to you?

We need to get you out of here.

We gotta get you some help.

(screeching noise)

Hey, where'd you go?

Hey!

Oh, goddamnit.

(growling)

What the hell was that?

(growling)

(growling)

(growling)

(growling)

Oh, sh*t.

(growling)

(growl)

(growl)

(footsteps, screeching)

- Ah, you've awakened.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay, my friend.

- Who the hell are you?

- My name is Ahmad.

I found you unconscious

near the woods.

I hope you don't mind,

I took the liberty

of cleaning your wounds.

- How'd you get out here?

- I may ask you the same

question, my friend.

- You're a fugitive.

- Ah.

I thought I had escaped.

But I am far from free.

- What did you do?

- I took what is not mine.

I bring you no harm.

Please, sit.

Are you hungry?

(soft piano music)

(coughing)

Take it easy, my friend.

The meat is rich.

You'll make yourself ill

if you eat too quick.

- Thank you for this.

- The pleasure's mine.

I must confess,

I haven't shared a

meal in many days.

And I fear the solitude

breeds madness.

- Well I suspect if

you were gonna kill me,

you wouldn't feed me first.

- Well, that would depend on

the degree of my madness.

(cackling)

I'm just messing

with you, my friend.

- So where you from?

(growling)

You hear those?

- How could I not?

- I've been hearing things.

I've been seeing

all kinds of things

that don't make sense.

- I fear these things

are quite real.

They accompany my day

and my nightmares as I sleep.

- Yeah, what the hell are they?

- I do not know.

But the fire seems to

keep them at a distance.

In my religion, when

you're very young,

we are taught of the djinn.

Are you familiar with this term?

- Only the liquor.

- I am Muslim.

Not the liquor.

The djinn are dark

beings created by Allah.

- You're talking about demons.

- Not demons.

But not human, either.

They are depraved creatures

caught between worlds.

Living in the shadows,

forever wandering,

until their day of judgement.

- Maybe you have been

out here too long.

- Well, that may be.

But then I must ask you

a question, my friend.

Do you have a better theory?

(growling)

Stay close, my friend.

As the darkness grows,

so too does their impatience.

I plan to move at first light.

Will you join me?

- Let's get the

hell out of here.

- I'll be quick, my friend.

Until then, you keep

the flames bright.

- Yeah.

(faint voices whispering)

- What are you doing?

- Don't move!

Please,

don't move.

- What are you doing?

- I know you.

You've been here before.

- I don't know what

you're talking about.

- They didn't follow you here.

You led them to me.

You're one of them.

- One of who?

- The djinn.

- That's insane

(growling)

- They're here.

(growling, snarling)

If it is my time, I

will take you with me.

I swear to you.

- I"m not one of them.

You fed me.

You treated my wounds.

I'm human, flesh and

blood, just like you.

- Don't lie to me!

- I'm not.

You heard me.

I'm your friend.

Ahmad, please.

Ahmad, please.

Please.

Ahmad, please.

(coughing)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(screeching, snarling)

We must run.

(suspenseful music)

- What are you doing?

Ahmad!

Ahmad, what's going on?

Hey, what's happening?

Ahmad, what are you doing?

We gotta get out of here.

We gotta go now!

(screeching)

- Go on!

- No, goddamnit, I'm

taking you with me.

Come on!

Come on, get up.

- Get out of here.

- Come on!

- Go alone, my friend.

Now!

(screeching and growling)

(peaceful piano music)

(praying in Arabic)

(screaming)

(mysterious music)

(crying)

(yelling in frustration)

('30s style music)

- Remiel!

I am done with your bullshit!

(motor running)

I found that body

you disposed of!

And Mrs. Gates.

You son of a b*tch!

Goddamnit, Remiel, you face me!

(grunting)

(record scratching, static)

(somber classical music)

- Of all the music of man,

this is undeniably

the most sorrowful.

Don't you agree?

I apologize for that.

It was purely self

defense, I assure you.

- Is this hell?

(laughing)

- Oh no, Mr. Dawles.

This most certainly is not.

- Why did you kill Mrs. Gates?

- Kill?

For shame, Mr. Dawles,

I am no murderer.

She has been freed.

- She's dead!

(sighs)

- That

was rude,

Mr. Dawles.

- Why am I here?

- To appraise the

estate, of course.

- Bullshit.

- You have a

visitor, Mr. Dawles.

- A visitor?

- What is it about

visitor that you

don't understand?

- Who?

- See for yourself.

(tinkling music box)

(creaking)

(woman sobbing)

- Rebecca?

How did you get here?

- Same way you did.

- I don't understand.

We need to leave, Rebecca,

we have to go right now.

- How was she?

- Who?

- Lying only makes

it hurt more, Henry.

- Oh, no.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh.

(sobbing)

Oh, Rebecca.

Rebecca, what happened?

- I knew from the beginning

and I tried to convince myself

that you wouldn't do that to me.

To us.

To our baby girl.

I held it all in.

The pain and the heartbreak.

I thought I'd been strong.

But I wasn't strong

enough for both of us.

- What are you doing?

Rebecca, put down the gun.

- She died inside me, Henry.

I was pregnant

with our dead child

while you were

out there sleeping

with that woman.

That whore!

- Rebecca, please.

- I loved you.

I loved her.

- I do love you.

Ever since the first

time I saw you,

I've always loved you.

- You brought her

into our home, Henry.

Into our bedroom.

In our bed!

- I know.

It was a mistake, it

was a horrible mistake.

And I ended it.

- It's over?

- Yeah, it's over.

I swear.

That's right, baby,

just put down that gun.

We need to get you

to a hospital, okay?

- Love is the true seed

of every virtue in you.

And for all acts for

which you must atone.

(gunshot)

(grunting)

- No.

- I love you, Henry

(gunshot)

- I'm sorry,

I'm so sorry.

- Many nights I've

imagined all the souls

that must have

passed through here.

Each with their

own story to tell.

- They're depraved creatures

caught between worlds.

Living in the shadow,

forever wandering,

'til the day of judgement.

- But I can't finish

this job in one night.

- That's quite all

right, Mr. Dawles.

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