Hellhole Page #4

And she's gonna make real monkeys

out of ya.

- Wow!

- I can't believe it!

Are you okay?

Must be the drugs

they put you on, eh?

Eat, Desiree. Get strong.

So what did you dream

last night?

A real weird one.

Must be those blue pills

they give you.

I'm getting out of here!

I can't stand it anymore!

What's the matter, honey?

Aren't you hungry?

No.

You want my breakfast?

Sure!

It's all right, isn't it?

Fine.

Too much television.

No! Don't eat it!

It's poison!

The devil!

Poisoned the food!

Don't eat it!

It's poisoned!

Stop laughing!

Come here, you.

Stupid goddamn...

Get off that table!

What are you doing?

Listen to me!

God told me!

No! Don't, please!

Please, Dr. Fletcher!

Don't send me to Hellhole!

Please, Dr. Fletcher!

- No!

- Jesus Christ.

All right, let's clean this place up.

Evelyn, I think we just

might be right this time.

I'm adding exactly 5 cc's

of phenadrinatol

to our solution of diuride.

We might just be able

to rid her brain of those fears

and the hysterias...

permanently.

That's 5 cc of phenadrinatol?

Uh-huh.

You know, I've got a good feeling

about this.

I think we just might be on the verge

of a big breakthrough.

We've always been on the verge.

Uh-huh.

But if we keep it

under control...

maybe we won't have

any more failures.

Miles, I'll worry about the failures.

Are you afraid?

What are you afraid of?

- Hmm?

- The devil.

The devil?

And what do you perceive

the devil to be?

You.

Dane, hold her head.

Hurts!

No fear.

No fear.

Evelyn, this is it.

We have the first

chemical lobotomy.

Fear.

No.

Quick... 5 more cc.

No, Evelyn, you can't do that.

Miles, get me 5 more cc!

No, I won't! We've come too far!

Damn you.

Goddamn it,

you can't give her any more.

You know what her reaction will be.

You could kill her.

Get out! Get out of my lab!

All right.

But know this,

you're taking full responsibility

for this.

Get out of here!

No, don't die.

Please, don't die.

Sh*t.

You had to give her more,

didn't you?

Don't get moral on me.

Christ, Evelyn, the girl is dead.

That's the price you have to pay

for science, Miles.

You should know that.

Oh, science.

Give me a break.

You're just using science

for your own little power trip.

I am using science as an excuse

for accidental death.

Don't bullshit me, Miles.

You're getting off, too.

Oh, that's good

rationalization, doctor.

The fact is the girl died.

She's not the first.

And even worse,

if they don't die,

they become living nightmares

down...

- That's enough!

- No, it's not enough, doctor.

You're just using these experiments

for your own sexual hang-ups.

At least, I have sexual hang-ups.

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