Malignant Page #2

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Gail, she drank. That's all.

She was a hopeless drunk.

She would have killed herself

or others soon enough.

What about him?

A drunk, too?

What, you think it's okay

to just kill people?

I'm not killing anyone.

You are.

I have high hopes for you, Allex.

Your recovery can pave

the way for others.

And that's how you're

stopping me from drinking?

I am motivating you

to cure yourself.

I suggest you clean up.

I don't want your treatment

interrupted by others.

Be thorough.

The experiment has

to stay controlled.

- What's up, buddy?

- Chad.

Uh, I need you to

come over here, man.

- What's wrong?

- Just... just come over, please.

Yeah. Whatever you need, man.

- Did you go to the doctor?

- Look...

I don't want to talk

about it on the phone.

Dude, that is me right there.

Yeah.

H-happened right up there.

Explain it.

Maybe he did it, and then he set it

up like you did it in the video.

No.

That's me.

This is real.

She's dead. They're both dead.

If they're dead, then

where are the bodies?

Why is there no blood?

I do... I don't know, all right?

I don't know.

See? It's bullshit.

What about this? Huh?

He's controlling me, man.

M-maybe he just put

some metal in there

that would trigger

the metal detector.

We need to get to

the bottom of this.

Let me set you up for a C.T. scan.

He told me no doctors.

I know people.

We can do this under the radar,

and there's no way he'll

find out, I swear.

- All right.

- Then what do I do till then?

- Nothing.

- I want you to do nothing.

I want you to sit

tight till tomorrow.

I've got an idea.

What's that?

It's a camera.

It'll send a signal to your laptop.

It's motion-triggered, so if

anyone goes in or out of here,

we will know.

Let me see your phone.

- Why?

- Just give me your phone.

I'm downloading a tracking app.

So no matter where you go,

it will track you

whether you remember...

Or not.

I have a present for you.

Jesus.

Safety's on the bottom so you

don't fry your balls off.

Be careful.

My design packs a wallop.

The hell are you into?

Some overseas sh*t.

No crime, no foul.

Just remember, you get in trouble,

you use that.

Hello.

Where have you been?

Sick. I called.

Didn't you get the messages?

You were hung over.

No.

- That's it.

- Don't bother coming in tomorrow.

I'll have your stuff

shipped to you.

Do you hear me?

Allex, do you hear me?

Oh.

No way.

Ohh.

Where'd I go?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Are you admiring your work?

How did you know where I was, huh?

Just don't leave any fingerprints.

I didn't black out, though!

But you drank.

I do appreciate your

cutting back, though.

And that's why I gave you a reward.

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