The Wicked One

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(booming)

('60s-style female singer)

...I want my kiss

every day

With the one of my dreams

I think of you,

and I want to scream

I'm the lucky one,

that I know

You are the one,

I can't go

Pulled too hard

away from you

Let me know

if my love is true

My heart belongs

to you

My heart belongs to you

You can call me...

call me a ghoul, but

My heart belongs to you

(music distorts, lowers)

(wind howling)

(music fading in)

That I know...

You are the one...

Colin, stop!

(music fades out)

Colin...

Do you feel it, Casey?

- The darkness?

- Just stop!

I feel it.

Consuming me.

And do you know

what it's saying?

It's saying to spill

your putrid, f***ing guts!

(screaming)

(sobbing, groaning)

I told you.

Colin's dead.

(growling)

All right,

we got a rotation change.

You got post one,

you got post two.

All right,

let's get off.

What the hell is it, boss?

What are we doing?

Come here...

ugh, now this.

Dr. Shaw requested

that Patient 3178

be transferred

to isolation

until the meeting and tour

of the facility is completed.

You think your men

can handle that?

Oh, yes, ma'am, Paula.

Then I'll leave you to it.

F***in' b*tch.

Oh, I'm nervous, man.

- What of?

- I've heard a lot about

this, uh, 3178.

What's the deal there?

Well, now,

you're gonna find out.

Just don't, uh,

wet your pants

when we get in there,

all right?

I think I'm good.

I'd like to be the meat

in that nurse sandwich.

Oh, uh-huh.

You're something,

Lehman.

- Officer...

- Keys?

- Tate, doors.

- Yeah.

F***in' noob.

Today, Tate.

All right,

freak, let's go.

(clapping hands)

What's with the mask?

This one here...

he actually prefers a mask.

And it makes him

behave better.

(locks clunk)

All right,

let's get up.

Come on.

All right, fellas,

let's get the weird one here

over to isolation.

Hey, eyes-up, team,

no mistakes tonight.

Gentlemen, I apologize

for being late.

I'm Sybil Shaw,

I'm the director

of the Athens Institute.

Dr. Shaw,

Arthur Haywood.

This is my associate,

Julian York.

Hi... impressive facility.

Thank you...

follow me, gentlemen.

Let's get started.

You certainly have

a lot of secrecy

surrounding your

institute, Doctor,

but, uh, I suppose

that's prudent.

You know, some people

have labeled you a...

collector

of these crazies.

They say that you purposely

seek out only the boogeymen,

for lack of

a better term.

At Athens,

we currently house

150 of the world's

most violent psychopaths.

We're not talking

about your average,

everyday

bad guys here.

We're talking about

those whose crimes

have plagued humanity

for decades.

At Athens, we only house

the worst of the worst.

Security?

Here at Athens,

we operate

under what we refer to

as a constant

red state.

If one of those

criminals should,

by some miracle,

manage to escape,

the guards are

under strict orders.

Shoot to kill.

Officer.

Is this Silas Crane?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Crane's sick

obsession with clowns

led him to butcher

several boys

while he was traveling

with the circus.

Whoa!

What the... hell?

That's Martin.

Or, as he's known

around here,

Masturbating Martin.

He liked to hang

around playgrounds

and kidnap

young children.

They discovered

13 bodies in his attic.

(Martin gasping)

Sick.

(Martin gasping)

Oh, hey,

I know this guy.

Uh... Babyface,

they called him.

Wilson Parish.

Mama's gonna buy you

a mockingbird

Okay, next one.

If that mocking...

(woman chuckling)

Ironically enough,

this is Angel.

Angel Cross.

She's our modern-day

Bonnie Parker.

She and her boyfriend

cut a bloody swath

through

the United States

until he was killed.

That's when she came

to be with me.

(chuckling)

Wait, why does this room

have a window,

and why is it empty?

That would be

Patient 3178.

He was moved earlier

to isolation.

For insurance purposes.

Follow me, gentlemen,

my office is

right down the hall.

Morbid artwork.

Mm-hmm.

You know,

them b*tches last night

at the Pretty Panda

were off the hook.

At one point, I had four

busty titties in my face.

I was like...

(sputtering)

That place is gross, dude.

They should've named it

the Slut Bucket

for all that disgusting

roast beef vagina

on the whores

that work there.

I snuck a lick

of a nipple,

and it was the size

of my pinkie, man.

Okay, that's it.

I can't do that anymore.

I am so tired of hearing

about roast beef p*ssy

and long-ass

titty nipples.

You know, like that,

that's...

You don't know what

you're missing, man.

Uh-huh... I'll tell you what.

When I want warts

all over my pecker,

I'll go down

to the Shitty Titty myself.

A-f***in'-men.

All right,

I gotta go take a pisser.

And... try not

to f*** things up too bad

- while I'm gone, okay?

- Okay, got it.

Shake three times,

you're playing with yourself.

Yeah, yeah,

yeah-yeah-yeah.

- So, hey, Tate...

- Mmm?

For 50 bucks, I'll let you

f*** one of those crazies.

- Ahh, man...

- How about 25?

You got 25 bucks on you.

I mean,

if it stays between us,

- I've got $25.

- I'm not gonna tell anybody, man.

All right, deal.

I think Burke had

the right idea.

It's about dump-30.

So I'll see you in 20.

Liam... you, um...

you're not...

gonna leave me

alone with this guy, right?

Stop being such

a goddamn vagina, Tate.

Quit staring at me,

you big-bearded b*tch.

Are you f***ing deaf?

I will f*** you up,

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