Toolbox Murders Page #4

- What are you talking about?.

- Jesus Christ! She's dead!

What in the hell are you talking about?.

Nell?. Nell!

Julia?. Julia!

Please, let me get out of here.

Please, God, please.

Help!.

She was right.

She was right the whole time.

Oh, my God.

The lines are dead.

It's a quirk in the building.

- Byron, you've heard the rumors.

- Bullshit!

- She's in danger!

- She's delusional.

Julia's dead.

Go to her room. You'll see.

Just take it easy, man!

There's nothing going on here!

Then what's this?.

Look, look, look!

There's these cracks.

- Austin, go get the police!

- Right.

Be careful.

Oh, my God! What is this?.

- Nell! Nell!

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- Oh, my God! Wait!

- Nell!

- Shut up!

- Oh, God!

What the f***?.

We gotta get the police and let them come in

with their body armor and guns.

- She could be dead by then!

- So could we.

- We can't wait for the police.

- Why not?. We stay together.

I can't believe this is

here and no one knew about it.

- What is this place?.

- It's where you come to die.

- What the f*** does that mean?.

- You've heard the same stories I have.

What stories?.

Things the residents say.

Noises they can't explain.

- Like something lives in the walls.

- Rats.

Well, then you go back!

Luis and I'll--

Where's Luis?.

Luis?.

No!

No!

No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

What is this?.

- Can we get outta here?.

- Stop talking.

- Are you crazy?.

- Listen!

There's somebody here.

There's someone--

Nell, it's me.

- Steven!

- It's me, it's me, it's me.

Thank God!

How'd you get in here?.

How can we get outta here?.

There's a trap door on the roof.

Just kill me!

- Steven!

- You okay?. Come here.

Okay, okay.

Oh, my God.

Come on, we gotta go.

Let's go, let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

- Oh, my God!

- Come on, come on.

Steven.

Steven, it's a spell!

The building is a spell,

Steven!

Steven, the symbols are part

of the spell.

Nell, be quiet. Be quiet.

Nell! Be quiet.

I'm gonna

get you outta here.

Come on. Let's go.

All this death.

It taps into something.

It taps into something.

It taps into something that keeps him here.

It keeps him alive.

If they change the building,

they'll destroy him.

Back up, back up, back up!

No, Steven, no! It's okay!

It's okay, Steven.

- Nell!

- Chas.

Please. He knew I told you

about the room.

I didn't think

he'd find out.

Why?. Why did you tell me

about the room?.

I knew you were the one

meant to find it.

The separation between life

and death is not the same for him.

He was a coffin birth,

fighting his way out

of his mother's womb

as she laid in her casket.

The mourners heard his cries.

Pulled him out.

He was born of death.

I can get you out of here,

but we don't have much time.

Come.

I'm so sorry.

Steven!

Run, run, run.

Tell me you can hear me.

Can you hear me?.

Tell me, can you hear--

No!

No!

Please.

You're hurt, baby.

You're hurt.

Did he hurt you?.

We need

more officers here now!

Puncture wound to the abdomen.

Don't talk.

They'll take good care of him, ma'am.

Let them do their work.

I'll be okay. I'll see you at the hospital.

I love you.

Don't talk. Don't talk.

Jacobs.

Okay, guys, on three.

One, two, three!

You go to hell.

- Can you hear me?.

- Mrs. Barrows?.

Get the paramedics.

Room 306.

He's dead.

You understand me?. He's dead.

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