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evil men that have ever been.

Well?

Divide 18 into 3.

6, 6 and 6

Yes. The number of the Devil.

Your grandfather and I were

fascinated by all that horror stuff.

We talked about it. we played

a little. Never took it too seriously.

Mr. Lincoln, obviously does.

Who is this Mr. Lincoln?

Well, he had his own waxwork show

in San Francisco, but it failed

before he started working

with your grandfather.

He murders my grandfather 40 years ago,

and yet he still doesn't look a day over 50.

If you sold your soud to the Devil,

you'd never age either.

Sell my soul?

Any student of black magic can do it.

Most of these books will tell you how.

So what happens when you have sold out?

You've got yourself a regular job,

as Satan's disciple.

Doing what?

- Tipping the scales.

Ruining that delicate balance

between good and evil.

I think that our list to Lincoln has

found a very effective way of doing it.

As a fool to belief, if by making a wax

effigy of an evil being

containing a belonging of his that

he possessed in earthly form

and feeding him the soul of a

believing victim,

you can bring him back to life.

But what you have discovered is

even more terrifying.

You see, your grandfather not

only collected their belongings,

but also a small piece from

the dwelling of .

What Lincoln has done, is to recreate

a whole scene from each character's life.

which becomes like a small time vessel.

The wholw display is the ghost

not just the figures.

He does not need to kill anyone,

sacrifice, or use spells. He just sits

back while the display does it for him,

until the day when there were 18 victims.

A time when 18 of the most evil souls

were ever been... sould live again.

Destroying the world,

with the help of their possessed.

The voodoo and the world.

And the dead shall rise

and consume all things.

Can tis be stopped?

Maybe before the event.

Never after.

WHat can we do?

Must burn the waxworks,

but most important.

The ones that have not yet claimed lives,

that way,

the chain can never be finished.

Now, you must hurry.

I wish I could help, but I could only

be a hindrance.

but

You must go now.

Come on Sarah.

Thank you Sir Wilfred.

- Good luck.

Tell the others our Mr. Lincoln

has been found.

It has begun.

Why can't we just burn it

down from the outside?

Right. They douse the flames, and

we get arrested for arson.

That would be nice. Now, we've got

to burn down each displayed ourselves.

Let's find our way around back.

I can't see a damn thing.

Give me my lighter.

Don't worry, it's only wax.

There's a light switch.

Sarah. What are doing?

Come on. We have to burn the

victims and the displays.

Move it!

Come on girl. Move it.

Sarah. Come on!

Bravo!

To the divine lunch monkey.

Well. Do we go riding or have you

something slightly more vigorous

for this afternon's entertainment?

I don't know about you, your majesty,

but I do get so bored with whipping...

...horses.

How would you like to ride this little

filly until she drops?

What a wonderful idea.

What fine lines.

So fit.

So Unbroken.

Some day you must show me

the rest of your stable.

Shall we how long it will

take to break her?

May I?

But of course.

Please. Have a seat.

What a beautiful sight. No?

First, I'm going to warm you up.

With the prince's riding prop.

And at which, I am going to hand you

to the prince and his consults

to use you like the whore

you are. Then, my beauty,

I shall beat you again.

Until you die.

This isn't real.

None of this is real.

I was forced here. If I don't believe

in you, the you don't exist.

Sh*t, I hope I'm right.

Grab him!

(Speaking French)

I'm sorry. I've never been

very good at languages.

I've never seen a girl take so much.

She's even a bigger whore than

her face betrays.

They why you stop Marquis?

Beat here more.

Your highness. If I beat her more,

she may not survive,

and then you won't have a chance

to feel this white virgin flesh.

Then we shall pleasure another of

your sluts.

I want to see this whore

die at the whip now.

Yes your highness' wishes.

Well, my pretty rose. You die.

Lucky b*tch!

That's because she's a virgin and

gets to get beaten in

front of the English prince.

I mean that, we were all virgins once.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Don't let him take me.

I seems she prefers our

company, young man.

I must say, your girlfriend gave us

quite an entertaining show.

What a SLUT she is.

Until the girl dies, you don't really exist.

You're just trapped in your little world.

Your words mean nothing.

Oh. Don't be angry

just because she had her first

orgasm at the end of a whip,

and not by your touch.

- Sarah, listen to me.

- Go away.

Remember Tony? China? These people

butchered your friends.

Don't you understand?

You're being possessed.

It all started when you

looked into the display.

These people may have killed your friends,

but they can't harm you.

Not unless your mind allows them to.

Watch.

Your friend has quite an imagination.

Come on.

Shoot me!

Hit me!

Or are you scared?

Afraid to look like a cowrad.

Afraid that you might see that the

Marquis de Sade can only beat little girls,

and can't fight like a real man.

See Sarah?

Don't look so slug boy.

We shall be meeting again.

This is the barrier. If you don't believe

in all of this, then the barrier...

...it can't stop you.

Watch.

See?

Are you ready?

ARE YOU READY?

Well it looks like your little plan failed.

Just a little precaution.

Are you sure they are going to be here?

Honey, I know as much as you.

Some guy with a squeaky voice

called and said meet them here at midnight.

They are good, aren't they?

I suppose so.

Wow, the glasses from

"Nutty Zombies from Hell".

I gotta have those for my collection.

Hey Ge...

No one's going to miss them.

-They was late.

- Shut up and watch.

It's done.

Live my children

Live.

Run...

...Run!

There's nowhere to run.

What the...

He's right you know.

There is nowhere to run.

Even one of hese gets out, the world

be contaminated within a few days.

Our only chance is to contain them here.

Before this whole rotting place

is brought to the ground.

Enough with it, if we have to.

Role here. I am ready. Sir.

Jenkins!

Good evening sir.

Very good.

Now these belonged to your grandfather.

Use them wisely.

Let's make sure that these wise asses

are dead before we burn them.

James. It's me. Sarah.

james, it's me.

Sorry.

It's okay.

- China. What happened?

- Shhh. It's okay.

I missed you so much.

It's altright sir.

She, um. Wasn't human you know.

She's been dead a long tome.

Come on. We've got battles to win.

Come on sir.

- Kiss me Sarah.

- Kiss this!

Mark?

You've always wanted me.

Here's your chance baby.

You afraid of me?

TAKE ME!

Take this.

Jenkins! Behind you!

Jenkins. Get you some help?

Too late for that sir.

Give my love to the Mrs.

Get those bastards.

Get off.

Get off me.

Quick! He's changing!

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