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(dramatic music)

- [Agnes] I can't do this.

- [Woman] Agnes, sweetheart,

of course you can.

- I need your help.

How am I supposed to do this on my own?

- [Woman] I would help if

I could, you know that.

- I can't.

- [Woman] Yes you can.

Listen to me.

Are you listening?

- Yes.

- [Woman] Take a deep breath.

You can do this.

You will do this.

He's your brother.

He's family.

We take care of family, right?

- Yes.

- [Woman] Okay, now

honey, hang up the phone.

Your brother needs you.

- Okay.

I love you.

- [Woman] I love you too.

- [Darryl] That's basically it.

Make sure the tubes are clean.

If you're going to be touching

anything, wash your hands.

You should only have to

change him once a day.

He shouldn't be excreting too many solids

and the bags will take care of the rest.

That's everything.

You already know how to work the lift.

You got any questions?

- I ready about a man who was

in a coma for 12 years and

when he came out of it, he

said he remembered everything.

He was aware the whole time.

He even remembered his

mother telling him that

she wished he would die.

You don't think?

- I doubt it very much

but maybe just in case,

try not to say anything too mean.

Relax, you're going to do fine.

It's not as hard as it seems.

Should drop off the medical

supplies every month.

If you run out of anything,

you have my number.

Don't hesitate to call.

I can get them to you

way faster than they can

get them to you.

- Thank you, Darryl.

- You're basically a saint for doing this.

Taking care of him.

- No, this is just what you do for family.

- I knew your mom.

She was a real sweet lady.

Took good care of Andrew.

I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- Take care, Agnes.

Don't hesitate to call.

(dramatic music)

- [Agnes] Hi, Andrew.

It's Agnes, your sister.

(dramatic music)

I'm going to take good care of you.

(dramatic music)

(serene music)

- [Andrew] Agnes.

Agnes.

Agnes!

- Oh I'm sorry.

I fell asleep.

Let's get you ready for bed.

(ethereal music)

(water running)

- [Andrew] So pretty.

(running water)

Agnes.

(running water)

Let me in!

(running water)

Let me in!

Let me in, Agnes.

Let me in.

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- Andrew?

Andrew.

Let go.

Let go!

(dramatic music)

- [Andrew] I'm dying, Agnes.

(dramatic music)

- Andrew, is this, real?

- I've been screaming at you for years.

Even when mother was taking care of me.

I called your name.

I reached out to you with my mind.

- You did?

- Every time the hair

on your neck stood up,

every time you felt like

you were being watched,

every time you were being

watched, that was me.

I screamed for you.

- Why?

- [Andrew] Because I'm dying.

I've been dying, slowly, for years.

Ever since the accident.

- Mom took care of you.

Why didn't you scream for her?

- [Andrew] I did.

She either couldn't hear

me or refused to listen

and now she's dead.

You and I always had a

special bond, didn't we?

I always loved you, Agnes.

Always.

You know that, right?

- Yes.

- And you love me.

Or else you wouldn't be taking care of me.

You could have just let

me rot in some home.

- You're my brother.

This is just what you do for family.

- That's right.

Family.

I need you to do something else for me.

Will you do it?

- What is it?

- I have to whisper it.

Come closer.

Closer.

Closer.

(dramatic music)

Blood, sister.

I need blood.

The blood of women.

The blood of the dead.

Bring me back to life.

And I'll love you forever.

Can you do that for me?

- Yes.

Yes I can.

(dramatic music)

- [Andrew] She's pretty.

But not as pretty as you, Agnes.

I can see inside her.

She's ugly inside.

(door shuts)

Give her to me, Agnes.

I need her blood.

I need it to live.

Carve her up, Agnes.

Carve her up.

Carve her up, Agnes.

Carve her up.

Yes, yes, good girl.

Good girl.

Good girl, yes, good.

(water running)

(dramatic music)

Yes.

Perfect.

What did it feel like?

Carving her up.

Feeling the knife slide through her flesh.

- I don't remember.

- [Andrew] Yes you do.

- I don't want to say.

- [Andrew] Little sister, you can tell me.

I can keep a secret.

Just like you.

- It felt good.

- [Andrew] Of course it did.

What was it like?

- It was hard.

Harder than I thought it would be.

Flesh and bone are tougher

than you would think.

But then it was easy.

So easy.

It felt warm, and nice.

Every thrust ended in a gush of hot blood.

It was so satisfying.

- [Andrew] It's already working.

Look at my finger.

Did you see it?

- Yes.

Yes I saw.

- [Andrew] I'm coming back.

It's working.

I need more.

- How many?

- [Andrew] Oh , Agnes.

As many as you want.

You need rest now.

Give your brother a kiss.

- [Agnes] Let's get you to bed.

- [Andrew] No, I'm fine here.

I'll watch the sun rise.

I feel alive.

(dramatic music)

- That guy that came in with gangrene.

- Yeah.

- Yeah he sh*t all over me the other night

when I was working thirds.

- That's gross.

- Oh, man, blood, and

piss, and puss, and puke

I can deal with but poop,

no thanks, not for me.

- It's pretty much all the

same to me at this point.

- I can't get used to it.

- Hey remember that guy with

the blue eyes, the vegetable?

We took care of him a couple days.

- Creepy f***er, yeah I remember.

Why did he sh*t on you?

- No, I went with drop

when they brought him home.

His sister is going to

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