Grim Reaper Page #3

Please.

I have to find her.

What do you need from me?

What are you up to?

Don't worry about it.

I can hear you scraping away

at something every night.

What the hell for?

I'm obsessive-compulsive.

Can't stop myself.

Hmm.

See you in the next life.

I can't stay here.

No. No, I can't be here.

I hear that, sister.

This is not food. It's wet cement.

Don't bother.

This is insane.

That's right.

If you weren't crazy before you got here...

Don't fight it.

It will only make it worse.

What is this?

Whoa.

Look at this.

Look.

October, 1966.

Saint Joseph's closed

due to abuse allegations.

It doesn't make sense.

No!

Stuart! Stuart!

Stuart!

Stuart! No!

Ms. Wilson, what's all the commotion?

No!

Stuart is dead.

Liam?

Liam!

Rach? You OK?

Oh, Jesus. Liam, God...

Damn it. You scared me.

I... oh, my God.

I fell asleep in the tub.

I just...

No. No!

Liam!

Liam?

Hello?

How do you-- how do you

fast forward this thing?

Get out of there.

Messing with my computer stuff.

You're a real sweetheart,

you know that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right. Fast forward.

Fast forward. Fast forward.

Can you make it go any--

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

All right. There.

There she is.

She looks so scared.

Rachel!

You want my soul?

Is that it?

When you take it, my life's over.

Not yet.

Nick!

I need my meds!

I need my meds.

I need my meds. I need-- need my meds.

No. I need my--

Doc?

Doc!

Doc Brown!

Please! I need my meds!

Doc!

Nick, how long have you been planning

this?

Since day one.

Since day one?

You didn't have a better idea?

This is the plan, all right?

To the outside world, we're dead.

You can't keep us

locked up here like animals!

Doc!

He took Stuart,

and he's gonna come back for us!

Who's there?

Who the hell is that?

We're in his control room.

No. No. No!

Nick. Nick, watch out.

There's a phone.

Rachel?

Liam. Liam, it's Rachel.

Sh*t!

Nick, it's not working.

Nick.

Hello.

Liam, are you there?

Can you hear me?

This you, Rachel? Rachel?

Liam, please.

OK. Can you hear me? Anything at all?

I can't. Wait, wait, wait.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Rachel, I can hear a little bit.

OK. Liam, I need you

to listen to me, OK?

We are trapped in this...

mental facility hellhole!

I don't know--

I wouldn't exactly call it

a hellhole, my dear.

Rachel? Rachel?

Sh*t.

Hellhole?

Nick.

Nick, he cannot do anything to us.

Nick, he can't do this to us.

No.

I swear...

you are not gonna

get away with this.

I'm afraid the state

says otherwise, Ms. Wilson.

Perhaps a little time in solitary

will help change your att--

No!

Looking for these?

Elevator keys for the pills.

Come on. Come on!

We got to get out of here.

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