The Suffering Page #4

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There will always be others.

- Rebecca?

How did you get up here?

- The same way you did.

- Are we dead?

- Yes, Henry.

- I'm sorry.

I never meant to hurt you.

I was lonely.

And I was weak.

I'm so sorry.

- You broke my heart.

But I put us here.

- What can I do?

- You must repent.

Just as I will.

- How?

- He's waiting for you.

- So good of you to

join me, Mr. Dawles.

- What is this place?

- And so he created a

place of purification.

A land of provisional torment

for those who are

not yet worthy.

A place where the

glutton shall starve,

where the envious

shall be blinded,

where the slothful

shall never rest,

where the prideful shall serve,

where the greedy

shall be chained,

where the wrathful shall mourn,

and where the

lustful shall burn.

I'm proud of you, Mr. Dawles.

You are doing far

better than ever before.

- What do you mean before?

- Don't you remember?

You have failed

many times.

- So what are you?

- Isn't that entirely clear?

I am the overseer of this land

and the guardian of the process.

My role is quite simple,

to purify.

- What do I have to do?

- The flames will

judge the lustful soul.

And if it proves worthy,

the spirit will ascend.

- And if not?

This is insane.

- There is no alternative

for repentance.

The lustful soul

must cross the flames.

- I can't.

- You must!

- I won't leave her!

Not again.

- She is one of the suffering.

It is not yet her time.

- Then I will wait

however long it takes.

- This is your final

opportunity for salvation.

Deny it and you will be damned.

- Then I'll be damned.

- And you will.

- Henry.

Cross the fire.

Repent.

I love you.

- That's it, Mr. Dawles.

Walk into the flame.

Become

penitent.

- Mr. Remiel can be a

rather demanding soul.

Just do as he asks

and I promise you,

compensation can

be quite generous.

(knocking)

- May I help you?

Mr. Remiel has put

you at the north end

of the estate,

overlooking the pond.

Once you've settled,

you're to join him

for a nightcap in the library.

(soft piano music)

- Ma'am.

Your room.

(classical organ music)

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