Hellhole

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I'm sorry I scared you.

That's okay.

I'm just a little nervous.

That's all.

Mommy, look, I know you are.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I promise.

I know.

Say, aren't you gonna

be late for class?

I mean, you gotta take a shower.

Dinner's gonna be ready

pretty soon.

Don't you wanna know

where I put the papers?

You know, I'm not even sure I...

I know why I had you

hide the papers.

Mr. Monroe probably doesn't

even know they're missing.

Listen...

Mom, you gotta play it safe.

It's better.

I know.

That's exactly why I am taking them

to the police in the morning.

Good.

Okay? Now,

would you go take your shower?

Okay.

Love you.

I love you, too.

Don't worry. Okay?

Please.

Everything should be fine.

Susan?

How are ya?

Who are you?

You know those papers you got?

I'd like to have 'em.

I don't know what papers

you're talking ab...

Yes, you do.

The bank statements.

Dr. Monroe doesn't wanna spend

the next ten years in jail.

Come on, what did you do?

Hide the papers? Huh?

Where'd you hide 'em?

In the sauce?

Hmm?

Having a good time?

Isn't this fun? Huh?

Huh?

Take the key and lock her up

- Lock her up, lock her up

- Please...

Take the key and lock her up,

my fair lady

Oh!

F***ing b*tch!

Susan!

You b*tch!

- Gonna get you!

- No!

Oh, no, you don't.

...falling down

London Bridge is falling down,

my fair lady

Hey, is dinner ready?

Die, b*tch, just die!

Mom?

Mommy!

Mom. Mom.

Mom.

Holy sh*t!

The big f***ing idiot!

No. No. No.

No!

No!

No!

I can't believe

that you've done this to my life!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

wait a f***ing minute, will ya?

Stop worrying about it, man.

I did my job.

They're both dead.

You didn't kill her.

She was in the county hospital.

Now, Mr. Monroe is on the state board

of examiners,

and he had to pull a few strings

to have her transferred

to a sanitarium in his jurisdiction,

so he could keep his eye on her.

Aw.

Tomorrow you start work

as an orderly there.

Oh, hey, wait a minute, now.

How am I gonna go in there

as an orderly, huh?

She's gonna remember

what I look like!

She's got amnesia.

And if you're not there when she

remembers, we're all dead.

Understand?

Hey, I got an idea.

Why don't we kill her?

Because of the papers,

remember?

You know, after you f***ed up,

I had to take the body

and put it in a car.

- Mmm, mmm, mmm.

- I didn't even find the papers.

Hey, you know,

I'm sick and tired

of this asswipe following me around.

And because of that,

I'm gonna charge you

an extra 5,000 dollars.

5,000 dollars?

That's right. 5,000 now

and 5,000 upon delivery.

5,000 dollars?

I oughta make you

f***ing pay for this.

You murdered her!

Hey! Listen, buddy boy.

My murder is your murder.

You understand?

Don't forget that.

Nurse Turner

to the outpatients clinic, please.

Nurse Turner

to the outpatients clinic.

Dr. Robinson to the front office.

Dr. Robinson to the front office.

Only her?

Nurse Turner

to the outpatients clinic.

All right, give me a D-5

and the results this afternoon.

Very good.

Nurse Turner

to the outpatients clinic, please.

- Whoo!

- Stop it! Let go of me!

Okay, look.

Okay, sweetheart, I've got her.

I've got her.

Come on, now. Come on.

I've got her. It's okay.

Go back to your room.

I'll get to see you later.

Hi, there, kiddo.

How you doin'?

I'm Ron Stevens, and you'll be one

of my charges while you're here.

Why am I in a wheelchair?

Can I walk?

I'm afraid not, Susan.

Not till Dr. Fletcher sees you.

It's regulations.

You had a pretty bad fall.

Come on.

You have amnesia, Susan.

One of those strange locked doors

within your mind.

I know the mind very well.

I just don't understand

why I'm here, Dr. Fletcher.

Because you're safe here.

Your mother's employer,

Dr. Monroe, had you sent here

while she's on vacation.

He's on our board of examiners,

so he asked me

to look after you.

I can open and shut

those doors for you.

You need me, Susan.

I will take care of you.

I'm not sick.

I just can't remember, that's all.

You're not mentally ill,

but you are emotionally disturbed.

Because of your condition.

I can remember everything that's

happened since I've been here.

Why can't I remember

what happened before?

Something traumatic, probably.

I'm tired now, Susan.

And I'm sure you must be, too.

That will be all for today.

Whoa!

Look out, girls.

Coming through.

- Look out, sweetheart.

- Oh!

Are you okay?

You all right?

Get your hands off of me.

Come on, now.

Calm down.

Goddamn son of a b*tch!

- Hey, behave yourself.

- Goddamn you!

Honey, honey, behave yourself.

- Come on!

- Damn it!

Come on, come on, come on!

Behave yourself!

Behave yourself!

That's it. That's...

Sweetie, are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

I thought you said

they were harmless.

And I'm not gonna ride

in that wheelchair.

Susan, calm down.

I understand,

but for your own good,

don't make waves.

Okay, we'll walk.

Goddamn.

Listen, I'm not crazy.

I don't belong here.

Susan, you've lost your memory.

That'll come back in time.

These people here

live in their memory,

and that'll probably

never change.

Take it easy.

You'll be all right.

I am all right.

But you need time to heal.

As my mother says,

''Let things unfold.''

This is Daisy.

Daisy, this is Susan.

Why don't you two sit for a while,

and I'll go finish the paperwork.

I'll be right back.

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