"Woman:" "No." "No." "Stop, stop." "Cut it out." "Oh!" "Don't." "What's the matter?" "Uh, nothing." "I just haven't seen you laugh like this in a long time." "No, it's, uh... it's nice." "I miss it." "I miss it, too." "We're gonna work this out, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Trevor..." "I hope it's everything you want it to be." "It will be." "It will be." " Oh, shit!" " Aaah!" "Aah!" "Ohh!" "It's not... it's stuck." " Calm down." "Relax." " I can't." "I..." "Trevor, I..." "Trevor..." "Help me!" "Somebody!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "It's nice to see you again." "It's okay, Trevor." "You're safe now." "Where's Kirsty?" "Where's my wife?" "This should help you relax." "Just relax." "Okay?" "Trevor?" "Trevor!" "Trevor..." "Trevor..." "Wake up, Trevor." "It's imperative that you stay calm." "As you can see, the thinnest layer of cortex separates the part of the brain that feels pleasure from the part of the brain that feels pain." "Over the course of this... procedure," "I will be triggering memories, disrupting the unconscious, so our patient may experience some... distress." "What are you people doing to me?" "Now, just relax, Trevor." "We're helping you." "Helping you... remember." "Welcome back." "How are those headaches?" "Any change in the intensity?" "Man, what happened?" "My name is Allison." "You a dream, too, Allison?" "Still hallucinating, huh?" "I don't know." "Was I before?" "I mean, it... it looked like a dream, but it just felt so..." "Real?" "Yeah." "It's probably the morphine, Trevor." "We're still gonna have to run a few more tests to see if we can pinpoint what's causing your headaches." "With the kind of head trauma you've suffered, you're lucky to be here at all." "I'm gonna see you through this." "I'm gonna take your word on it." "Hello, Trevor." "Back again, huh?" "What seems to be the trouble this time?" "He came in through Emergency, complaining of headaches, blackouts, hallucinations, acute memory loss." "I recommend that we admit him until we run the rest of the tests." "Well, I don't see any abnormalities." "Time to wean you off those painkillers, though." "Wouldn't want you getting hooked, start coming to the hospital for the sole purpose of getting a fix." "We can't have that." "I'm gonna release you, save this bed for someone who needs it." "Hey, doc..." "Where's Kirsty?" "Where's my wife?" "Man:" "That's what I'd Iike to know." "I knocked." "What do you mean she's missing?" "Oh, it's not like we're gonna stop looking, Mr. Gooden." "I don't give up that easy." "Well, what if I took you back there, you know, and walked you through it?" "We've done that already... over a month ago." "What?" "You sure you're okay to drive?" "Look, obviously, I caught you at a bad time." "Go home, get some rest." "You look like hell warmed over." "Thanks." "Oh, one more thing." "You said you tried to pull her out of the passenger side, but the door was locked, right?" "Yeah." "Well, that's strange, because the report says... the doors were open when the car was pulled from the river." "I'm..." "Maybe she unlocked them..." "you know, swam out." "Maybe." "I'll double-check." "Could be their bad." "Anyway..." "Gotta run." "We'll talk soon." "Sure I can't give you a lift?" "Suit yourself." "Hey, you mind turning that down?" "Well, I, um..." "Music..." "D-Do you mind turning that down?" "Kirsty:" "Why don't you come to bed?" "Trevor:" "Okay." "Hey, turn off the light." "I love you." "I love you, too." "Man:" "Marion..." "That's him." "You should look, Marion." "Well, well, well." "Look who decided to show up today." "Hey." "Bankers' hours must be nice, huh?" "Hey, um, what happened to you yesterday?" "Boss came by looking for you after you left." "Hey, I got a..." "You got a piece of ass, didn't you?" "That's why you didn't come back from lunch." "Secret's safe with me, pal." "We'll call it a, uh, personal day, okay?" "Right." "Look, um, forget I said anything, okay?" "Just get some numbers going." "Any numbers at all will do." "Hills have eyes, remember?" "We're all here for you, Trev." "I can see into your soul." "Hey... 65% of all headaches are due to low blood-sugar levels, Trev." "Yeah." "Grab yourself a cookie." "Come on." "Oh, now what?" " Aah!" " Aah!" "See anything you like?" "Well, do you?" "Come on, speak up." "I'm trying to run a business here." "Right." "Uh, I'm sorry." "I just, you know..." "I just kind of spaced for a second." "Huh." "Well, don't let it happen again." "Right." "Or I may have to get rough with you." "What?" "I know what you like." " Ugh!" " Hmm?" "Trevor, it's me..." "Gwen." "Hey, this is moving just a little too fast here." "Don't tell me" "Mr. Mario Andretti's giving me a speeding ticket." "Hey, wait." "My wife just died, you know." "Come on, what are you..." "what are you doing?" "I know." "It's perfect." "Mmm, yeah." "That's it, Trevor." "What the hell are we doing?" "Nothing we haven't done before." "We'll pick this up later." "Now get some fuckin' work done." "We're watching you." "Oh, my God." "Gwen:" "Mmm, yeah." "That's it, Trevor." "Mmm, yeah." "That's it, Trevor." "Mmm, yeah." "That's it, Trevor." "Mmm, yeah." "That's it, Trevor." "Mmm, yeah." "That's it, Trevor." "Mmm, yeah." "That's it, Trevor." "Uh, hello?" "Trevor, this is Detective Lange." "It's about your wife." "Trevor, are you there?" "Hello?" "Trevor..." "Thank you for coming down, Trevor." "Yeah." "How's that head of yours feeling?" "It's, uh, better." "Thanks." "We still haven't been able to locate your wife, although Missing Persons turned up some evidence that suggests foul play may have been involved." "Foul play?" "What?" "For one thing, there were no skid marks on the bridge, the tires were all intact, and from what we can tell, there was nothing wrong internally with the vehicle either." "It's like the car was driven off the bridge intentionally." "I just..." "I just lost control, you know, and..." "I swerved." "We went off the bridge." "I tried to get her out, but I couldn't." "Is there anything that might have happened just before that accident that you haven't mentioned?" "Look, I've told you everything I can remember." "I'm..." "I'm sorry." "I just..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Don't take it the wrong way." "I'm just a guy trying to do a job here, okay?" "I mean, between your head injury and... and the fact that you're still on some really strong pain medication, you may have forgot something about the crash that could help us, and everything you have told us" "could just be the medication talking." "That's all." "So, we'll be revisiting things a lot around here..." "No." "No." "Trevor, are you still in there?" "Uh, she was trapped inside and..." "Well, apparently she got out, and therein lies a problem." "I won't keep you." "If we have any more questions you'll get a call from myself or my partner," "Detective Givens." "You guys know something that I don't?" "All things considered, uh... we probably know a lot less than you do." "Have a good afternoon, Trevor." "Yeah." "What's the matter, boy?" "Shit." "What's happening?" "I did it." "Well, what do you think?" "I was gonna get it on my ass, but I thought this was sexier." "Hey." "Oh, yeah, that's, uh, um..." "I knew you'd like it." "Oh, uh, you know, I'm..." "I'm sorry." "Uh..." "I'm having a weird day..." "really weird." "Oh, okay." "It's definitely, um... missing the woman's touch it used to have." "Yeah." "I know." "Well, if you, um..." "feel like... talking or whatever..." "you know where I am." "Are you okay?" "Not at all." "Strange, strange, strange." "Kirsty:" "How do you feel?" "Trevor:" "What are you talking about, Kirsty?" "It's our anniversary, Trevor." "It's been five years." "How do you feel?" "I feel great." "Why wouldn't I?" "You see, tonight, I've got something planned for you, something I've been planning for a long time." "Planning what?" "Why don't you just come to bed, Trev, please?" "First things first." "I have a Iittle gift for you." "Something to remind you just how much you mean to me." "I can't believe you got me a present." "It's beautiful." "Where did you get this?" "See if you can open it, Kirsty." "I can't believe you got me a present." "You wrapped this yourse..." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Miss me?" "Jesus Christ, Gwen." "You scared the shit out of me." "What's this?" "This innocent bit's getting a little old." "Don't you think?" "Sit." "Don't make me beat you." "Where is it?" "Where's what?" "You usually have it up and running by now." "Gwen:" "Oh, yeah." "You're a bad boy." "Yeah, that's the Trevor I know." "Uh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah..." "Oh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh-unh." "Get off me." "Go ahead, get up." "Get up." "You're kidding me." "Uh, no, I'm not." "You have definitely got a screw loose." "You can say goodbye to that promotion." "Gwen:" "That's it, Trevor." "That's a good boy." "Oh, that's a good boy." "Uh-huh." "I know what you like." "Oh..." "Oh, Trevor." "Oh, yeah." "Oh, that's it." "Oh..." "Mmm... mmm..." "Trevor, that's perfect." "Oh..." "Yeah." "Oh..." "Oh..." "Oh, come on." "Trevor, mmm..." "Mmm..." "Oh..." "We're all here for you, Trevor." "Hey, loverboy..." "You like what you see?" "That's it, Trevor." "Oh... oh..." "That's perfect, Trevor." "Yeah." "Oh!" "Aah!" "Aaah!" "Gwen!" "No!" "Aaah!" "Aaah!" "Aaah!" "Aaah!" "Aaah!" "Gwen, what..." "Aah!" "Aaah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aaah!" "Aaaah!" "No!" "No!" "Must be nice." "What?" "Getting paid for doing shit." "Look, man..." "You don't understand." "I got some seriously weird shit going on." "That accident fucked you up more than I thought." "Hey, um... you know what?" "I'm gonna hook you up, man." "She'll take one look at you and know exactly..." "what you need." "And, uh... look busy, all right?" "Man:" "Anybody seen Gwen?" "Just relax." "Let the needles connect to your soul." "These headaches you've been getting..." "Do they happen in conjunction with hallucinations?" "Uh, well, sort of." "My head's been in constant pain ever since the accident, and, uh, it just seems to increase whenever I get those, you know..." "Dreams?" "No, more like nightmares, really." "I mean..." "uh, it just seems so real." "That's your subconscious talking to you." "It's trying to tell you something about your waking life." "So..." "What's the mirror for?" "To help you look into your soul." "I can see into your soul." "You feel desperate... trapped by a wife who suffocates you with forgiveness." "You're looking for a way out." "Yeah." "Something final... without remorse... without regret." "Wherever there is hate, violence, depravity... a door will always be found." "This musical puzzle... created by a Frenchman named L'merchant." "Merchant and Sage:" "It is a means to break the surface of the real." "Agggh!" "Ugh!" "Agh!" "Which do you find more exhilarating, Trevor... the pain or the pleasure?" "Personally, I prefer pain." "Agggh!" "Is there something wrong?" "No." "No, I'm okay." "Shall I get that for you?" "Hello?" "This is Detective Givens, Mike's partner." "But I don't..." "I don't understand." "How could this be a... a homicide case when there was no murder?" "The last time anybody saw this woman, she was alive." "You seem pretty certain that she's dead." "Hey, detective, I saw my wife drown in our car." "Yeah." "Right." "You know, I've done my homework on you, man." "You're, uh... you're real smart with numbers, aren't you?" "Where are you going with this?" "How many zeros was your wife worth?" "We had nothing." "No." "You had nothing." "She had a nice little inheritance stashed away for a rainy day." "Uh..." "I'm sorry, what?" "Don't play fucking stupid with me, all right?" "Kirsty's father and Uncle Frank had several sizeable financial holdings when they passed away... under some rather, uh..." "unusual circumstances." "You know..." "I" " I don't know." "Kirsty, she never liked to talk about her past." "Well, maybe that's because she didn't really trust you." "It seems that she's the sole beneficiary, so if Kirsty's dead, like you seem so fucking certain, well, then, I guess it all... well, it all goes to you, Trev." "I swear to God, man, I don't know anything about that." "Hmm." "My partner..." "Detective Lange... he's a little softer around the heart than I am." "Me, uh..." "I'm hard as they come." "When I get a feeling about something, I'm usually right." "And I got a bad feeling about you, Trev." "Real bad." "You're obsessed with that thing." "God forbid we let one event go unrecorded." "Why don't you come to bed?" "Please?" "Please?" "It's our anniversary, Trevor." "Come on." "Trevor:" "First things first." "Just like I thought." "Nothing." "Hey." "Hey." "Can I, um... borrow something?" "Um..." "Yeah, sure." "What do you want?" "You." "Uh..." "Now..." "I'm feeling kind of weird here, you know?" "It's getting hot in here, no?" "You are being kind of... weird." "It's almost like..." "I'm with somebody else." "Tie me up." "Come and get it." "Come on." "That's it." "Uhh!" "Ohh!" "Ohh!" "Uhh!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "All problems solved." "Uh..." "Man, you're alive." "Ohh!" "I have some serious space issues." "What... did you want?" "Uh, right." "Um..." "We need to talk... you know, about what we did last night." "W" " What?" "Man:" "Who the fuck is it?" "!" "Who's in there with you?" "Are you having a nervous breakdown or something?" "Hey." "What can we do for you, chief?" "Who are you?" "If you know Tawny, you better know me, pal." "Hey, uh, I'm sorry." "It's my mistake." "I'll talk to you later." "Let's make it much later!" "Get in there." "Trevor:" "Hey, we're not in right now." "Leave a message after the beep." "Thanks." "This is Detective Lange, Trevor." "We need to talk as soon as possible." "There's been an interesting twist in the puzzle." "Detective Givens:" "I'm telling you right now your boy killed the boss." "As sure as I am standing here." "Detective Lange:" "No, I'm not too sure about the wife." "It's done." "What are you doing to find my wife?" "Well, I can assure you we're doing everything in our power to find your wife, Trevor." "This investigation is gonna take some time." "I'm gonna need your full cooperation on this." "What about that message you left on my answering machine?" "What's your relationship with Gwen Stevens?" "What?" "We appreciate you coming down." " You've been very helpful." " Yeah, thanks." " So that's all for now?" " Yeah." "What?" "She was my boss." "And that's it?" "Yeah, that's it." "What did he tell you?" "Nothing." "We leave no stone unturned around here, Trevor." "You think I did it." "Hey, I'm on your side here." "Then would you please tell me what the fuck is going on?" "I wish I knew." "Yeah." "I'll bet." "Once you choose to open the bo x and unleash its power, there is no returning." "And are you willing to pay the price?" "No, the price is far greater, but you'll learn that." "They all do." "Whoa!" "Hey." "You okay?" "Yeah, I know, I was just... you know." "Can I get you anything?" "Uh, no." "No." "I'm okay." "You okay?" "I don't know, Allison." "I think I, um..." "I think I really screwed everything up." "Come on, Trevor." "You can't blame yourself." "Yeah." "I miss her." "I miss my wife." "It sounds like you're remembering more and more, and that's a good thing, Trevor." "Maybe you're not the angel that you thought you were." "Yeah." "Come on." "You're gonna get through this, Trevor." "Hey, Bret..." "Come here." "We need to talk." "Look, Trev, I'm really, really busy." "I got a stack of reports due by 3:" "OO." "The suits upstairs are all over my ass on this one, okay?" " What'd you tell the police?" " Nothing they didn't already know." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I didn't tell them anything they didn't already know." "Hey, Bret, why don't you help me out here, man?" "They think I did it." "Did what?" "Killed Kirsty." "I got a... report to... do." "Just make yourself at home." "Oh, already have." "Why are you here, detective?" "We found this curious little object not too far from the site of the accident." "No prints." "Forensics scraped a little dark residue that was caked on it." "Want to take a guess what they found?" "Uh, no, but somethin' tells me that you're gonna tell me." "Blood, Trevor." "Matched some of the blood we took from the seat of your car." "Can you tell me anything about it?" "I" " I-I..." "It..." "It looks familiar, you know?" "Like most things these days." "I" " I think it was in the car." "Gee... you think so?" "Think about it, Trevor." "Give me something to go on here." "I got Givens ready to drag you in today on murder charges." "Help me get him off my back..." "off of your back." "It was an accident, detective, just like I've been saying all along." "Somebody's gotta believe me." "I believe you, Trevor." "Yeah." "But so far..." "I'm the only one who does." "Hey." "Look, I-I'm sorry, okay?" "We need to talk." "What's up?" "It's getting a little weird around here, so, um..." "I quit." "Today's my last day." "You know, I figured it was the perfect time to say "Fuck you" to the morons around here and make a serious change." "Well, now, Bret, that's... that's..." "Look, uh... i know you got your, uh, golden egg all lined up, and that's cool, but the rest of us gotta make some hay for ourselves, 'cause frankly, this job ain't paying the bills anymore." "We're not all drinking from the cash cow, like your wife was." "What are you talking about?" "What am I talking about?" "Yeah." "The money." "Don't play stupid, man..." "Kirsty's inheritance." "I'm talking about the plan." "You know, let's get out of here." "Oh, whoa, whoa." "Hey, whoa, whoa, Bret." "What did you tell Lange?" " Oh, come on, Trev." "What the hell's wrong with..." " No, no, no!" "Did you tell him about Gwen..." "a- about the inheritance?" "I didn't tell him anything." "You know, we're all here for you, Trev." "Agh!" "God!" "Agh!" "I trusted you!" "Goddamn it!" "How could you do this to us?" "!" "God!" "Shit." "God!" "Jesus, buddy." "You all right?" "Shit." "I gotta go, man." "Well, let me give you a... a ride." "Agh!" "Yeah." "Hello." "Yeah, hi." "Um, I'd like to speak to Dr. Allison Dormire." "Hello." "Yeah, hi." "What do you mean she's not there?" "S" " She's always there." "She's a resident." "All right, hey, look..." "Can you... can you please help me find her?" "Please?" "Hello?" "Damn it." "Damn." "Sage:" "There's no physical explanation for these headaches of yours, Trevor." "Your body's completely healed." "If there is any pain in your head... it's in your head." "Your soul... is locked up inside you, and you need to free it, Trevor." "You blocked yourself from the healing process, and that's what we need to do now... heal your soul." "The only way to do that is to give in utterly." "Do you know what I mean by giving in?" "No." "It's about trust." "Do you trust me..." "implicitly?" "I don't know what's real... or what isn't real anymore." "How can I trust anybody?" "You can trust me." "Surrender yourself to your past." "It's the only way you're gonna become whole again." "Are you willing to partake?" "Can you hear me?" "Just nod." "You know where you are?" "Ambulance." "Remember what happened back there?" "Some woman on top of me naked, trying to kill me." "Uh, yeah, not quite that good." "Um, you were riding on a bus, and then you just collapsed onto the floor, out cold." "Do you remember riding on a bus now?" "No." "Oh..." "Maybe." "I don't..." "Hello, Trevor." "Well, what'd you do this time?" "Oh, yeah, couple of stitches will fix that right up." "Hey, where's Allison?" " Allison?" " Yeah, Allison Dormire." "She..." "She's a resident here." "I'm sorry." "We don't have any resident by the name of Allison." "Look, my nurse will numb this up, and, uh..." "I'll get right back to you." "Nurse:" "It's imperative that you stay calm." "This might sting a Iittle." "Just relax, Trevor." " Remember, we're all..." " You're all here for me." "Go ahead, say it." "Jesus Christ!" "I'm so tired of this shit!" " Trevor!" "Trevor!" " I'm tired of all you people." "Okay, you caught me." "At least let me finish, will ya?" "I got one puff left." "Knock yourself out." "Trevor?" "I heard you were looking for me." "Is everything all right?" "Allison, hey." "No." "I'm not all right." "Look, I, um... think I've done some very..." "very bad things." "Everybody does things they regret." "It's part of life." "Until now, you couldn't remember parts of your past, and now they're all hitting you at once." "It's a shock to the system." "You can't undo your past." "And sooner or later, you're gonna have to confront it." "And it frightens me to think that I can't be there for you when you do." " Hey, buddy..." " Yeah, but I was starting to think I was going, you know, insane or something." " Hey, buddy..." " What?" "!" "Who the hell are you talkin' to?" " Agh!" " What have you done?" "!" "Detective Lange:" "What's your relationship with Gwen Stevens?" "I know about Gwen..." "and the others." "What the fuck?" "Aaah!" "Where are you?" "What have you done to me?" "Fuck." "What the fuck is happening to me?" "Where are you, Goddamn it?" "!" "Poor Trevor." "Who are you?" "Still in the dark?" "This game is over." "Do you hear me?" "Oh, I hear everything." "And soon you will know everything... much more than you want, I guarantee it." "What is this?" "Why are you doing this to me?" "Is it so difficult to face your demons?" "Unh-unh." "Y..." "None of this is real." "You're not real." "Oh, but I'm afraid I am." "You can't run from your past." "You killed them." "You killed Kirsty." "You killed Gwen..." "and the others." "You killed them." "And now you're trying to pin it on me." "The killer is amongst us, yes." "Ow!" "Fuck!" "God... damn it!" "Where you been, Trev?" "Been looking all over for ya." "Jesus!" "What are you doing?" "Put that thing away." "Tonight was supposed to be the night, Trev, remember?" "Oh, right, uh, you don't remember anything." "Well, let me remind you about your plan." "We'd kill Kirsty, make it look like a suicide." "You'd get all her money, and we'd split it 50/50... huh?" "None of that's gonna happen now, is it?" "No, you had to go solo with your little car-accident bit, and then you fucked it all up." "What were you thinking, Trev..." "that I'd look the other way and forget about our little deal?" " I don't know..." " What you're talking about." "I know... heard it." "Gotta tell you, buddy... the amnesia routine's starting to get a little fuckin' old." "Lange's onto you, and it's only a matter of time before he's onto me." "I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison." "I'd rather spend it in Hell with you." "Oh, my God, Bret, what did you do?" "Oh, God." "No, you're not real!" "Get out of my head!" "Sage..." "Sage..." "Oh, no." "Ohh..." "Trevor..." "Oh... you don't understand." "I didn't..." "Save it." "You don't need to say a thing." "No, it's, uh..." "you know..." "You have the right to remain silent." "What's going on here, detective?" "Please, you can't believe that I did this." "Detective, believe me." "I didn't do what you think I did." "Please..." "Relax, Trevor." "Let's get to the bottom of this once and for all." "You want to tell me exactly what happened back there, or should we just play the headache game a Iittle longer?" "Okay." "We'll do it your way." "This is Lange." "Really?" "Well, I-I-I got him sitting right in front of me now." "Yes..." "Mm-hmm." "Ugh!" "Ohh!" "Aggh!" "Ohh!" "Aggh!" "Agggh!" "Thank you." "Well, one thing's for sure..." "This ain't your lucky day." "They found a body this morning in the river." "They're bringing it into the morgue now so you can identify it." "Is it my wife?" "You stay put." "You know, I had you pegged for bad the minute I laid eyes on you." "Now, I want you to tell me everything you remember happening, in your own words, exactly the way you told Detective Lange, but I want you to make one... minor adjustment." "What's that?" "Don't fucking lie to me." "I just want to see my wife, man." "I thought I asked you to stay put." "Each killed with a single gunshot wound to the head... tortured, then shot." "We find the gun, we find the killer." "This way." "Sick motherfucker!" "Get off me!" "They're gonna fry your ass, motherfucker!" "I'm gonna wring your scrawny fuckin' neck!" "Got quite the fan club." "Ugh!" "Agh!" "Agh!" "Agh!" "Here we go." "Just about there." "Thanks." "Whoa." "What are you..." "What are you doing?" "I thought you believed me." "Believe?" "Here's what I believe, Trevor..." "I believe you and me have a lot in common." "I believe each of us are the sum of two entirely different people." "No." "I know who I am." "And I'm not a killer." "Denial to the end..." "That's what I like about you, kid!" "Good and bad, Trevor..." "Honest, dishonest..." "Righteous and evil..." "That's how we're all made." "It's a little of both." "It's just a question..." "of how much... of each." "And we're made up of just the right parts of both." "A little heavy on the evil, huh?" "It's all good, Trev!" "It's all good!" "What the fuck?" "Kirsty?" "It seems you've reached the end of your journey." "I told you you couldn't run from your past forever." "Eventually, it catches up with you, and you must atone." "And now... it is time for you to pay the price." "You were willing to pay the price, weren't you?" "I just want to see my wife." "In time." "Let me see my wife." "I said, "In time"!" "Agh!" "Aah!" "Aaah!" "Ugh!" "Agh!" "Aagh!" "Aagh!" "Agh!" "Aagh!" "Ohh!" "Ugh!" "Agh!" "All problems solved?" "Not so simple, I'm afraid." "I needed first to open a door for you." "You were an interesting study." "Aggh!" "Lust, greed, deception..." "Fertile ground, but rather mundane." "Let us take one final journey together." "Let me help you remember once and for all." "Kirsty:" "What have you done?" "It's just a puzzle." "Open it up." "I trusted you." "I trusted you!" "Goddamn it!" "How could you do this to us?" "!" "You told me you loved me!" "Just open the fuckin' box." "We were uninvited guests at your little celebration..." "Is this what you want?" "...unseen by you." "I hope it's everything you want it to be." "I used you, Trevor." "You were nothing more than bait... to lure a far more interesting creature." "Kirsty..." "We meet again." "How did you find me?" "You opened a door long ago, and it will not be closed until I get what I came for." "My soul." "Aaaaaaaaaaah!" "You solved the puzzle." "You unleashed the power." "There is no turning back." "I will not rest until I get what I want, and what I want is you." "You always knew this day was coming, felt it deep within your soul." "Wait!" "Wait." "What if I make you a deal?" "Interesting." "I will bring you five souls in exchange for mine." "You would bring them to me yourself?" "You'll get your five." "I was impressed with her handiwork." "Three of your favorite companions, most supple and delicious and the man with whom you once conspired to kill Kirsty..." "They are all with me now." "But the balance is only four souls, and that, as you now know, was not our contract." " Agh!" "Ugh!" " You have seen many things... that you will wish you had not..." "All those women... in our home..." "in my bed." "...many nightmares from which you will never awake." " No, Kirsty, come on..." " Don't you lie to me!" "Don't!" "We can make it work, all right?" "We can put the pieces back together." " You gotta believe me." " I am done believing!" "I trusted you!" "I can't believe this shit is happening, man." "I had a fuckin' deal." "No, you had a deal... but I made a better offer." "Trevor:" "Aggh!" "And guess what?" "He took it." "Welcome to the worst nightmare of all." "Reality." "Aaaaaah!" "Aaaaah!" "Aaaaaaaaaah!" "Fuck." "I'm the fifth soul." "Yeah, that's him." "Okay, people." "That's it." "He just shot himself." "Next thing I knew, we were in the water." "There..." "I couldn't see anything." "I lost him." "You did what you could." "I'm sorry." "It just doesn't make any sense... that he would be capable of murder." "We found the gun in your car." "It appears to be the same." "If it matches, I think we may have found our killer." "Come on." "Wait a minute, guys, before you zip him up." "Hmm." "Wasn't your lucky day, was it?" "You checked the oral cavity for blockages?" "Oh, what do we got here?" "And we have a winner." "Okay, zip it up." "We'll finish at the morgue." "Wait." "Wait." "Sorry I had to leave you like that for a minute, Trev, but I'm back." "Can you hear me, Trevor?" "Jesus, Allison." "What possesses you to talk to cadavers?" "What if there's no afterlife?" "Wouldn't you want someone to talk to you like a normal human being one last time?" "You're creeping me out, and I'm the coroner." "I've arranged a ride home for you, so I guess you're free to go." "Thank you, detective..." "for everything." "Uh, one more thing." "I wonder if you know anything about this." "We found it in the car." "Yeah." "It was..." "my anniversary gift." "Oh." "You know, I was gonna turn it in as evidence... but I'll tell you what..." "Why don't you take it home?" "Something to remember him by." "Of course." "Thank you."