All Hallows Eve: Inferno (2024)

[bunniefuu]

Well, I got a long drive, and

it's dark as hell where I am.

Perfect for Halloween.

Happy Halloween, all you

spooks and kooks out there.

Welcome to 99.7 Gross FM.

I'm your ghost of a

host, DJ Trick or Treat.

Tonight I have in store

for you a world of mayhem,

a frequency of

fantastic madness.

It's All Hallows Eve

so get your pumpkin out

and prepare yourself for the

weird, the bizarre, the wicked.

It's all in good fun.

Just sit back, play

nice, and don't get dead.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

If you can hear me,

just move your eyes.

There you are.

It's OK, honey.

You've been in an accident.

You were badly injured.

Your neck and back both

sustained heavy damage.

You won't be able to

move or speak for a while.

This is a top-notch

hospital, and our doctor

is going to take

good care of you.

Just relax as best as you

can, and we'll handle the rest.

sh*t!

Eric Hobson,

diagnosed with insomnia

and chronic stage

four Pavornachtornis.

Night terrors.

Vicious little afflictions.

They're very rare for

someone your age.

My operation here is a small

cog in a much larger machine.

You see, I believe that

sleep research is the past.

And what Dr. Eden and I are

working on here is the future.

Our focus is on dreams.

Dreams are humanity's

last great mystery.

Ancient Egyptians thought of

them as a gateway

to the afterlife.

The Mayas interpreted

them as messages of the gods,

Native Americans as a way to

commune with the great spirits.

What about you, Eric?

What do you think dreams are?

Scary.

There is a small tribe in

the mountains of Malaysia,

the Senoi.

They have a

unique cultural trait.

They worship dreams.

The Senoi learn to

awake within their dreams.

They become

conscious while their

physical bodies remain asleep.

Once the mind knows

that it is dreaming,

it is no longer a

passive observer.

The phenomenon

is called lucidity.

Modern science hasn't

been able to fully explain it,

but I assure you,

it's well-documented.

It's real.

What does this

have to do with me?

Eric, I think that you

are the ideal test subject

for a new pharmaceutical

that Dr. Eden is developing

for Erebus Labs.

We call it Trypto.

What would you say if I told

you that Trypto is designed

to induce lucidity at will?

What's the catch?

There is a small catch.

Trypto has never

actually been administered

to a human subject before.

How do you know it's

not going to fry my brain?

No.

We've run hundreds

of computer simulations.

Trypto is totally safe.

Comforting.

So now you need a human lab now?

No, no, no.

It's not like that.

We want to cure you, OK?

What do you say?

Eric, wait.

Think. You get to end

your bad dreams, OK?

And we get our data.

It's a win-win for everyone.

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Eric. Eric. Eric, come on.

You're walking out on a

great opportunity here, man.

sh*t.

We needed him.

If we don't get results soon,

they're going to shut us down.

The darkness which

lurks within a man's heart

is but a shadow of that

which lies within his mind.

Great. Maybe we can

work on a pill for that next.

Once the mind knows

that it is dreaming,

it is no longer a

passive observer.

It can control the dream,

shape its outcome.

You get to end your bad dreams.

We get our data.

It's a win-win for

everyone, kiddo.

Alpha patterns

are in a good range.

Everything appears

to be working.

Anything?

Well, the brain activity is

within normal parameters.

It's exactly like we

saw in the simulation.

Trypto should be kicking

in at any moment now.

Now, now, now...

Come over here.

His heart rate is rising.

Got it.

Alpha patterns are spiking too.

Whatever's going on in there

must be getting pretty intense.

Master Latonia, it's failing.

Help me hold him down.

- He's becoming unstable.

Did we get the data we need?

- Not yet.

OK.

What is going on?

Are you seeing this?

These readings aren't

making any sense.

sh*t. He dropped

out of lucidity.

No, no, no, no, no.

His body's going into shock.

sh*t. He stopped breathing.

Give him more Trypto.

Trypto could k*ll him.

He won't be able to

separate a dream from reality.

We need to make him lucid again.

Just do it.

- If he dies in the dream.

he will die.

Get me out of here!

Get me out!

It works.

Welcome back.

I knew you'd make it.

I told you.

Win-win.

Now get some

quality sleep, kiddo.

You earned it.

Eric, Eric, Eric, wake up.

Wake up.

- He's in a coma.

I'm calling an ambulance.

We need to get him to

a hospital immediately.

What? No. Are you out

of your f*cking mind?

What we need to do is clean up

and get the hell out

of here right now.

Do you have any idea of

the trouble we could get into

if anyone finds out about this?

You got everything? Huh?

- Everything is here.

I'll see you at the

office in the morning.

Jackie, hey, it's me.

I need you to go to the

office, get on my computer,

and delete anything

related to Eric Hobson.

Yes, I know it's late.

I need you to go do it now.

Do you like your job, or would

you rather be unemployed?

Huh?

Well, then get off your fat

a*s and get down to my office.

(engine revs)

(fast, pounding music)

(woman panting)

- Hey.

Burn in hell b*tch!

Hello?

- Hi, I'm Interpreter

990 with a call for you

from a deaf person.

- Yes.

- Do you mind holding while

she comes back to the call?

- Sure.

- [Jake] Help me! Help.

Help me, please!

Help me, help me!

- Shh!

God damn't. I use

my hands for work.

- [Interpreter]

Nosebleed, sorry.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

- [Interpreter] Hi.

Thanks for being so patient.

It's Jacobina, Dad.

Dad? Dad?

- [Interpreter] Surprise!

I bet you didn't

expect to hear from me.

- I'm not your

dad, you've got it wrong.

- It's the only way

that I could talk to you.

It's a nuisance, but

kinda cool, you think?

sh*t, Dad, you didn't know

I had a voice left, did you?

Or a brain.

After how much you bounced

me around with your fists.

- Help!

Help me!

- Perfect.

Now we can have

a real conversation

now that you've

shut the f*ck up.

- I don't know you from

Eve, you...stupid b*tch.

- I hope you're

listening closely, Dad.

I have something

important to say.

Dad.

It's a funny word.

Did I ever call you that?

What a waste.

Well, too bad.

I have a new father now.

A heavenly father.

He speaks to me.

Yeah, we have a

personal relationship.

He had some pretty bad

things to say about you.

And it's true.

He loves us all, but

you're not his finest work.

He says

you're his lost son.

- What the f*ck are

you talking about?

Prodigal,

except he knows you're

never coming back.

You're done.

I mean how could he trust

you after what you did?

You destroyed your wife.

You ruined everything

he gave you.

I was just

a little girl

when you beat the

hearing person out of me.

How could you be

so undisciplined?

Oh, my god!

Oh

I haven't even told

you why I called.

No wonder you're so confused.

So quiet. - You can write

notes and I'll read 'em.

Write as many as you want.

- Geez.

Oh, okay.

Here we go.

History time.

Listen up, f*ck.

Hammurabi.

You heard of it?

It's an ancient legal code

created by a brilliant king.

We had a perfect justice

system if you can believe it.

Way before our

modern spineless courts.

Hammurabi's law is

easy to understand.

It's eye for an eye,

tooth for a tooth.

You thought he'd forgive you.

No.

Dumb a*s.

My father is opposite

you in every way

except he's angry

just like you

Very angry.

It torments him.

It keeps him up at night,

dwelling on visions

of your suffering.

- I'll be good.

- Future generations

must be protected from you.

But don't worry, he

told me what to do.

Yes.

It's all on me now.

I love my father.

So I'm going to make

his dream come true.

- Help me!

Somebody, please!

- Hi, sir?

Can you hear me?

- No, no.

No, don't do this.

You're not thinking clearly.

Listen, please.

Just let me go, and

I won't tell anybody

I promise, God, Please.

You can write notes,

and I'll read 'em.

Seriously now.

I'll do whatever you...

Please, I'm sorry.

I'm a human being.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Jacobina.

You're nothing.

Just like your mother.

No! No!

No!

- Hey, Sandy.

- Yeah?

- I need your help here.

What, what's the problem?

- I can never get these opened.

- Oh.

- Ah.

Mm.

I'm not hungry.

Listen to your mother.

If you don't finish your dinner,

you don't get to

throw the beans.

I don't care.

What? But you love

throwing the beans.

We do this every Setsubun.

Whatever.

Yeah, and how else

are you going to cast out

the evil spirits

for the new year?

I've never seen an evil spirit.

That's because

they're all hiding.

It could be anywhere.

There's different

kinds of evil spirits.

Or anyone.

You can never trust a bakemono.

If you leave your food out,

they'll come and take it away.

Really?

Bakemono don't

have lovely parents

who cook them

delicious meals like I do.

They have mean parents who

make them go to bed hungry.

Poor bakemono.

They never did anything to me.

Why can't they live with us?

They can have my leftovers!

You made too much!

Let the bakemono eat!

We don't invite

demons into this house!

Cast them out!

But it's cold, they'll freeze!

Say it, or you'll

go straight to bed.

Ayumi-chan! Now!

Ugh!

This rice is a

gift, just for you.

Bakemono, I brought you more.

Are you hungry?

Wait one second.

More!

Ayumi?

Ayumi?

Good morning, mother.

I'm ready for breakfast.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

I should have listened to

you and finished my dinner,

but I'm ready for your

delicious cooking now.

That's great.

Just give me a minute, okay?

Good morning, father!

Mother is making us breakfast.

I'm so very hungry.

Well someone slept well.

I'm so hungry.

Yeah, I can see that.

Here's some fruit to start,

and I have eggs

and coffee coming up.

Thanks so much.

- May I have some toast please?

Ayumi-chan?

Ayumi-chan?!

...Ayumi-chan?

My Ma once told

me a Chinese myth

about a man and his

mother who lost her soul.

The man went to

unimaginable lengths

to save her from

the cruelest hell.

Iron spikes dabbed, his

mother's emaciated body.

My obedient son, she pleaded,

but in all of his attempts,

he still could not free her.

In agony, he

choked on his tears.

Mya Ma was a cook and a cleaner.

One day, she took me to work.

I'll never forget those hungry

ghosts as real as me and you.

My grandma was

given a supernatural gift,

cleansing spirits

trapped in an abyss,

performing ancient

rituals with recipes

for wandering souls

hanged with hunger

they could never satiate.

They begged for

her mystical food.

And after that day,

I knew her story

wasn't just a myth.

That was true.

And the gift she's passing

to me isn't a gift at all.

It's a f*cking curse.

I heard my g*n parts.

I got five on the board,

five all day, it's fire.

Got it, five fired.

Kai, fire ox tail, leave

15 coquettas, call it back.

15, chef.

And just because

you're new doesn't mean

you can't keep up with

these pigs, all right?

No dead plates.

No dead plates, chefs.

No dead plates.

No dead plates.

Ryan, f*ck, I need

you to plate fast, dude.

We got this times critic on 10.

You need to get this sh*t out.

- Yes, chef.

- Pass it in front, man.

- Thank you, chef.

Nico, hands now.

When you're out there, you

calm your a*s down, okay?

These people are

paying 500 stacks a seat

for an elevated experience,

not f*cking track and field.

You button that f*cking top

button when you get out there.

Go, go, get out.

Get the f*cking kid.

Chef, the two six tops and

five still needs to get cleared.

I'm in the weeds.

Don't be a little

b*tch, pop an adderall.

I left you a line

in the bathroom.

I'm sorry, you're

gonna have to leave.

Ooh, that one's like a rope.

You shouldn't be wearing that.

Why, he said a

bracelet was fine.

It's red.

I like red.

We're in the seventh lunar

month when hell is open.

The color red

attracts hungry ghosts.

So it's like a

Chinese thing or...

Just put it away, please.

Ooh, okay, mom.

Can't, I'm at work,

be home soon.

Thank you.

Everything okay?

Put your panties up,

ladies, back to work.

Ryan, where's the

f*cking roll, man?

On it, chef.

- Is this your knife?

- Yes, chef.

- You sharpen this yourself?

- Yes, chef.

It's f*cking dull.

How do you expect

to get your surface

with a g*dd*mn butter knife?

I'll sharpen it before

the next seating, chef.

It's too much kick.

Dial back the

salt, hit it with zest.

It's not supposed to

taste the way you like it.

It's supposed to

taste the way I like it.

That's what people pay for.

Of course.

Clean your

palate, fire it again.

Sorry, chef.

Ryan, if this is how you

wipe down your station,

I'd hate to see your as*h*le.

Sorry, chef.

All right, Pete, Ryan.

You have 15 all day.

Kai, fire 16.

You mean 15, chef?

The f*ck did you just say?

Sorry, chef, I

was just clarifying.

Come here.

Kai, what school did you go to?

Culinary Academy.

Okay, I'll be sure

to call timelines

and ask for your 30K year

back since you've forgotten

this f*cking important

rule of the kitchen.

Don't ever f*cking

question your chef.

As long as you're flying

under the board and banner,

I need a f*cking dog.

Yes, chef.

Sorry, chef.

Embarrassed or is that

just your region, Guelph?

Well, grown is balanced.

All right, I'm gonna go

visit my VIPs at table five.

Get the f*ck out of

my way, live close.

Corner.

Corner.

(eerie music)

Oh my God.

Weird f*cking energy tonight.

You know, too?

Yeah.

In table five, this is a

f*cking intense couple.

There's something

so awful about the guy.

I keep patching him just

like staring into the kitchen,

like, I don't know.

Like he's just seen a ghost?

Exactly.

Her diamond was five

flawless carrots though,

so I'm expecting a fat tip.

You gotta go.

(eerie music)

Kai, what the f*ck?

Why are the dishes

coming out f*cking frozen?

But chef, you checked them.

f*ck!

It's all cold as a rich b*tch.

Julie vouched for you.

Top of your class,

f*cking bullshit.

Get your f*cking knives.

Go to the walk-in, do inventory.

I don't give a f*ck.

Just stay out of my

m*therf*cking face

so I can do your job better.

Get the f*ck outta here.

I told you, now's

not a good time.

I'll come home soon.

Kai, it's Ama.

She's gone.

You know how much

she cared for you.

How much she's taught you.

It's your time.

Hey!

Hey, I'm in here!

Open the door!

You're not my Ama.

What do you want from me?

My Ama is gone.

Then the gift she

left me is a curse.

I have to feed them now.

No!

No! Stop it!

That's alright. Just breathe.

Just breathe.

Okay, on the count

of three, okay?

Thirty. I need more time.

Okay, sorry.

Thank you.

Get her tied up.

(gasping)

Hey big guy, what'd you see?

f*ck off.

Next round.

Hey guys, I can see a cage.

I can see an exit with

a key card we're doing.

No.

Leave me.

Nobody is dying.

Room 22, we're

almost at the end.

Five, four...

Three, two, one.

Lights out in five minutes.

Come on.

Lights out.

Only one, if you may

proceed, please choose.

Next round.

Commencing in five,

four, three, two, one.