Night Eats the World, The (2018)

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Kit?

Wake up, Kit.

Dad?

Everything's okay, honey.

Everything's okay.

Everything's okay.

Everything's

okay. Everything's okay.

Everything's okay.

And I realize now that

my behavior needs improving.

But I really feel like I have

my anger under control now,

and I'm ready

to move past all this

and really let go

of the past too.

I mean, the therapy,

working with you

all this time,

it's helped me to

understand that...

my behavior

needs to change.

So, thank you.

Really.

Thank you.

Two suspensions,

a misdemeanor arrest,

and a still-pending

arson charge.

I didn't do it.

Not that.

Oh, and an "F" in gym.

How does anybody

even get an "F" in gym?

- I never go to effin' gym.

- Kit!

That's what we're up against,

right here. Look, if...

Who the hell is she?

As I said,

I'm Dr. Sinclair.

Yeah, but why are you here? One

therapist at a time is plenty.

- I'm not a therapist, Kit.

- You said you're a doctor.

PhD, 19th-century

literature.

Honey, Dr. Sinclair

represents a school.

Actually, it's more of an academy

run by a remarkable headmistress,

where girls like you, Kit, have gone on

to do incredible things with their lives.

Girls like me end up on meds

and in and out

of offices like this

for the rest of their lives.

- That's not fair.

- All that could change, Kit.

It's an option, Kit.

We don't have many

of those left.

What was

that girl's name,

the one that doctor said

went to that school?

- The painter?

- Her too.

The point is, this school,

Blackwood, it sounds legit.

- "Legit." Yeah. Thanks, Dave.

- Don't be mean.

- And call him...

- No, I'll call him "Dave".

- Dave.

- I actually prefer "David."

Like I said,

it's an option.

- Well, I opt against it.

- You made your own bed with all of this.

- You still don't believe me.

- I know that your lawyer didn't,

but that didn't stop him

from charging me.

- You're my mother.

- That is right. I am.

You're starting at Blackwood

next week, Kit.

Are you...

Are you kidding me?

I said the same thing.

Place is frickin' expensive.

But, you know,

totally worth it.

So what was all that bullshit

about options, then?

Pretty much bullshit.

It's stupid!

So, that went well.

Do you remember

when that was taken?

We were going for a hike

one day.

You had just turned six

a few weeks before.

So we thought the hike

would be too much for you,

but you were

determined to try.

You started it,

and you finished it.

Because that's the way

that you were.

Of all the things

your father admired you for,

I think he admired you most

for that.

For hiking?

For trying.

Holy sh*t.

Oh, wow.

Kit?

Honey?

Come on.

Hello?

Hello!

Oh, my.

Jeez.

How old do you think

that chandelier is?

Ten thousand years old?

I don't know.

It would be 207 years old,

were it not an appallingly

bad replica.

- Welcome to Blackwood.

- "Madame Durette"?

Duret.

And this is Miss Orlonsky.

Hey.

- Where are the other students?

- They don't arrive until tomorrow.

- Why did you bring me here today?

- Not now.

Allow me to show you

to your quarters, Kathryn.

I'm afraid

it only gets darker.

The electrical system

is very old,

and getting an electrician can be a

bit complicated all the way out here.

So how do you see?

Your eyes will adjust,

I assure you.

Will your honor us tonight

with your presence?

Oh, we'd like to,

but we have to get back.

Kathryn.

That part of the building

is off limits to the students.

It isn't perfectly safe.

- Where does it go?

- Please.

This is where

you'll be sleeping.

At Blackwood, we believe

beauty enriches the spirit.

It's definitely dramatic.

A young woman should be

at ease among lovely things.

Don't you agree?

Back up, lady.

Well, Miss Duret...

- May I ask where the ladies' room is?

- Of course.

Just down the hall.

Follow me.

- She's changed.

- Changed?

She's... She's not

my little girl anymore.

Nor should she be. She's 17.

No, what I mean is...

It's her mental state.

It's...

It's so aggressive.

Listen, Kit.

If things get weird here,

just call us, okay?

It's already weird here.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

This is going to be

good for you.

Even with my aggressive

mental state?

Come here.

I love you.

So much.

I just want

what's best for you.

Okay.

Hello?

Madame Duret?

Hello?

Hello?

Huh.

Yeah, much better.

- Oh. Good to know.

- Dinner.

Medicine.

Can I see it?

Yep. That's the stuff.

- What?

- Show me.

Are you kidding me?

Thanks.

This definitely

doesn't suck.

Who's there?

Hello?

- Ah. There you are, Kathryn.

- Uh, I thought that...

Fall in line, please.

Hi. I'm Ashley.

Kit.

Veronica.

That's a bold look.

Allow me to welcome you all

to Blackwood.

Wait. That's it?

There are only

five of us?

We accept only truly gifted

individuals.

Trust me,

I'm not gifted.

But I assure you, Sierra,

you are.

There's a talent

inside each of you,

and I intend

to find it.

Now, in order to thrive

here at Blackwood,

I will need your absolute

attention, no distractions.

So Miss Orlonsky will be

collecting your cell phones.

- That's not fair.

- What?

You will each get one call

to someone of your choosing

in the middle of the term.

That's it? One call?

- Did you tell our parents?

- This is ridiculous.

- I want to speak to my lawyer.

- This is so stupid.

This is so dumb.

- This is stupid.

- Give me...

- We'll get Internet though, right?

- I'm afraid not.

- What?

- Is this a joke?

It's an alternative to prison.

You've hurt people,

destroyed property,

made life difficult

for those around you.

Arson, grand larceny,

drugs, as*ault,

and all of the above.

Your choices have been yours

and yours alone,

and the consequences of your actions

have brought each of you here.

That sounds an awful lot like what

they say when you get to prison.

Look around, all of you.

There are no bars

on the windows.

And while we are rather

remotely located,

it's entirely possible

to reach the nearest town.

But why would you?

My terms may seem harsh,

but the price of an extraordinary

life is an extraordinary effort.

And make no mistake,

each one of you is quite

extraordinary.

In your old lives,

people ridiculed you, they

punished you, they cast you out,

they laughed at you.

If you follow my instruction

and allow me to raise you

to the great heights

I know you can reach,

no one will ever

laugh at you again.

You a creeper

or something?

- No, I was just...

- Staring in some b*tches' rooms?

I'm not a creeper,

or whatever you said.

You're her, aren't you?

What are you

talking about?

There's always

at least one.

Someone who thinks I won't smother them

with a pillow while they're asleep,

until I smother them with a

pillow while they're asleep.

Well, you'd better bring

more than a pillow.

Do you two mind k*lling each

other somewhere else?

Some of us are trying to

hate this place in peace.

Dinner is ready.

Sorry.

Arithmetic, art,

literature, music:

the four pillars

of knowledge.

That will be your core

curriculum here at Blackwood.

Do we have to wear those

uniforms?

Let me introduce your mathematics

teacher, Professor Farley.

And for literature,

whom I believe some of you

have already met, Dr. Sinclair.

And proving his excellent timing

at this very moment,

your music instructor,

Jules Duret.

Wait.

- "Duret," Duret?

- Jules is my son.

He just received his degree

from the Royal Academy of Music

in London.

We're all thrilled

you're here.

Madame Duret has carefully

chosen each one of you.

For what?

For greatness.

I understand you used to play piano.

I'm excited to hear you play.

Don't be. I haven't played

since I was nine.

Well, then, your bad habits

won't be hard to break.

- I can play the flute.

- That's wonderful.

All of you, please, enjoy.

Right, my numb pills.

Always nice

chatting with you.

Your first essay is on Proust's

In Search of Lost Time.

- How long do we have to finish it?

- Five days.

What? Five days?

The thing's a brick.

Which, if the Three Little Pigs

have taught us anything,

is the perfect material

to build a strong foundation.

Why can't we just

read that instead?

- What do we have to write about?

- Ah.

Love.

Needing it.

Finding it.

- And what it means to lose it.

- So it's a love story?

In a way, yes.

Every story is.

Anyway,

let's get to it.

Does anyone know

how to make pink?

Shh! Girls.

Focus.

What's this?

This is Blackwood,

and this is fire.

And you're...

somewhere in there, screaming

for help or something,

I don't know.

And you're

proud of this?

I think

it's a work of art.

Do you know what I see

when I look at this?

I see a young woman

that's frightened to death

she doesn't have the talent

to survive here.

Perhaps she's right.

It isn't atrocious.

- Does that mean it's good?

- Far from it. Carry on.

Mathematics.

Everything in this world can be

explained with mathematics.

What does that explain?

I have no idea.

I was hoping

one of you could tell me.

As Galileo said

centuries ago,

"The great book of nature

can only be read

by those who understand

the language

in which it was written,

and that language is..."

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- What's happening here?

- She lit my hair on fire.

- Then why isn't your hair on fire?

Aah!

Ladies, please.

Get off me!

I believe

she's learned her lesson.

Okay, okay,

stop, please.

That's enough.

- It's been a while.

- Giovanni Pergolesi, Franz Schubert,

Mozart, William Kestler.

All were virtuoso composers

who, sadly, died by age 40.

The aim here is to find

what best suits you.

- Which instrument?

- You are the instrument, Izzy.

All of you. We simply need

to find which of these devices...

because that's

all they are, devices...

best express

your artistic spirit.

You're going to help me.

I'd bone him.

Kit. Come in.

Just give me one moment

with this, please.

Were they all your mom's

students?

That is her wall of fame, yes. She's

been teaching for many years.

London, Paris, Berlin...

None of those places

were worth staying in?

She wants me to start

working with you

outside of our classroom

instruction.

Apparently, she saw a musical

quality in your painting.

You are aware of,

like, technology, right?

I always found analogue

recording to be warmer.

- You're not recording this, are you?

- Would you like me to?

No. Definitely not.

Then I won't.

Sorry.

That's, um...

You're holding back.

It's just...

Um...

- I can't.

- Yes, you can.

But you're too much

in your own head.

Why?

My dad...

I've been thinking

about him lately.

We used to own

a small upright piano.

He bought it for me

when I was little.

Why does that

make you sad?

He died.

I mean, it happened a long time ago.

I was only nine.

Um, he was on his way back

from a business trip, and...

the weather was bad, so...

Guess he should've taken

the next flight.

They're never far,

you know?

Part of them carries on

well after their

final note is struck.

Do you really

believe that?

This isn't

an easy process, Kit.

Nor is this the happiest place

in the world, I give you that.

But if you trust me,

and if you give all this

a chance, if you try,

I promise you you'll be amazed

at what you're capable of.

"The tenderness is gone, gone.

Fear all that I have said,

love,

but divide your senses,

for you alone

are the maker of light.

Castles and castles

and castles of silk.

The tenderness is gone."

It's beautiful, Ashley.

There are traces of the

Romantics, of Keats, of Byron.

But no, the tone, the meter... there's

something altogether different.

- There's an incongruity to it.

- Where did you copy it from?

I didn't copy it.

It just sort of

came to me.

Excellent.

Quite excellent.

You're fast becoming the

princess of mathematics, Izzy.

Sierra?

Sierra!

Excellent work,

Sierra.

Listen to it.

Hear it.

The wind. The creek.

It's a symphony.

Can you hear it?

Yeah, I think so.

"How happy I am to walk

among the woods,

the trees, the rocks,

for the woods,

the trees, the rocks

give man

the resonance he needs."

Beethoven said that.

Close your eyes, Kit.

Completely.

Listen to it.

I can't hear you.

I'm here.

- Open your eyes.

- Dad?

- Kit?

- Uh...

- You okay?

- We were at the river.

Yes, for almost

three hours.

- Did you bring me here?

- I would say you brought me.

Oh.

Right. Of course.

Dinnertime.

Come on. Let's go.

Enough for today.

Allez, allez.

My apologies.

Kathryn and I were by the creek.

Doing what, exactly?

We were...

listening.

May I go to my room?

I'm not hungry.

I need to get back

to my work.

Of course, darling.

Work comes first.

Miss Orlonsky will

take care of you.

Listening to what,

Kit?

Oh. Uh...

It was like...

trees, wind,

nature stuff.

I think that one's right

after all.

- So you're, like, a genius or something?

- I barely passed algebra.

I can't explain it.

Any of it.

But I like it,

being good at something.

Not being the one that everyone

always thinks is broken.

I like it.

Don't you?

Get away! Get away!

Ashley? Ashley!

Ashley!

Let us in! Ashley!

Ashley?

Ashley!

Hey, wake up.

It's just a dream.

Ashley, wake up.

- What was that?

- What was what?

What did you see?

Hey, Ashley? It's just us.

It's okay.

Is he gone?

He... He hurt her.

- Hurt who? What are you talking about?

- Elizabeth.

Elizabeth...

The woman that...

she brings me words.

What's her problem?

- What are you doing?

- Shut up.

- No, you shut up.

- No, there's somebody out there.

- Orlonsky?

- No. Uh...

- I don't know.

- It's him.

The man who attacked

Elizabeth.

- The man from my dream.

- Who is Elizabeth?

- Uh, I'm going to bed.

- Veronica, don't.

- Get off me.

- Veronica, don't!

Touch me again, and I'll

choke the life out of you.

Slumber party?

Why choose us?

- For what?

- To come here.

Because we're screw-ups.

So are a lot of girls.

Maybe those other girls

didn't apply.

- I didn't apply to Blackwood.

- You applied?

- No, I guess I didn't.

- They found me.

Dr. Sinclair showed up

at my therapist's office

after I was accused

of setting my school on fire.

- "Accused"?

- What did he look like?

The man from your dream?

- Scary.

- Really.

Go to sleep. All of you.

Should we tell

Madame Duret?

What,

that Ashley had a nightmare?

That Kit saw something

in the hallway.

- I don't know what I saw.

- I told you.

- It was that man-woman Orlonsky.

- Then why didn't you open the door?

Because last time Orlonsky

nearly ripped her face off.

That wasn't Orlonsky.

I've seen something

like that before.

- Some scary guy?

- No, he wasn't scary.

He was my dad.

Of course, about eight different

therapists tried to convince me otherwise.

He came to me.

It was the same night

he got into his accident.

I think he wanted to...

I don't know.

Just wish I had the chance

to say something.

Like what?

- Goodbye.

- It was a dream.

Ghosts aren't real,

even when you want them to be.

Wow. Someone's

an insensitive d*uche.

- She's telling the truth.

- How do you know that?

- Because I've seen things too.

- Like what?

Things.

Things you can't explain.

I bet you I can.

- Since when?

- Since always.

- Kind of. But it's more that I can...

- Feel them?

I never knew what it was.

This feeling, like...

something was

always around me,

following me.

I never said anything,

and when I finally did, they...

They said you needed friends.

Or pills.

Or you needed

to be put away.

Some gift we have.

Madame Duret?

Ah, Sierra.

I was just looking

at your latest piece.

Personally, I prefer

your more naturalistic efforts,

but who am I to argue

with inspiration?

- Thank you.

- Uh...

- We wanted to ask you a question.

- Jules tells me

you're making excellent

progress too, Kathryn.

There was something

in the hallway last night.

Maybe even

in Ashley's room.

- And you saw this something?

- Yeah. Yeah, we did.

I'm surprised

it took you this long.

- Are you still taking your medications?

- Yeah.

With powerful chemicals like that,

you're bound to have nightmares.

- But we all saw it.

- I didn't see anything.

Look at me, all of you.

It's the state that prescribed

those drugs, not me.

- They help sometimes.

- They dampen your creative spirit.

You girls don't need

to be fixed.

Damn anyone who

tells you differently.

If it were up to some people, all

the greats would be labeled mad.

The world would

still be flat,

and powerful women like us

would be burned at the stake.

A bit dramatic,

don't you agree?

- As of now, no more pills.

- You can do that?

I just did,

provided that all of you in return

agree to redouble your efforts.

Good.

Hmm?

Carry on.

That was beautiful,

Kit.

Oh.

How do you know

that music?

- Uh...

- Huh?

I don't know. It's like

I've, um, heard it before.

Like I was

remembering it.

Remembering

William Kestler's music?

Yeah.

I don't get it.

I never got

nearly this good

when I was taking lessons

before.

I wish I could take

the credit.

Of course it's because of you.

I mean, you studied

at the Royal Academy of...

I don't know,

wherever.

You're a genius.

I'm skilled

and disciplined,

but as my mother

is fond of telling me,

I am categorically

not a genius.

Maybe she's wrong.

- What I'm telling you is...

- Save your breath, Jules.

I shouldn't have to remind you of the

importance of the role you play.

We are their guides,

not their teachers.

They have found a path. Our

function is to keep them on it.

At any cost.

I see your etiquette

has not improved, Veronica.

Is Sierra sick?

She hasn't been out

of her room in days.

- She's been painting.

- When's the last time she ate?

I think I have to go

back to my room too.

- I believe this one is yours, yes?

- Yeah.

Can I take it

in the hall?

The charger.

- Mom.

- Honey, hi!

Dave, it's Kit.

- Sweetie, can you hear me?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I can hear you

just fine, Mom.

Sorry about the noise. How are you?

How is everything going?

- It's perfect.

- Really?

Yeah.

That's the truth.

Are you okay, honey?

He gave a thumbs-up.

His mouth is full.

Kit, I wish that

we could speak more often.

- Me too.

- So have you made any friends there?

Not really, Mom.

Thanks for asking.

Why? You're not getting

into trouble, are you?

No. No, I'm not.

But, you know,

you don't sound like yourself.

- I'm just...

- Kit.

- Honey, is everything okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I just miss you.

Oh, we miss you too, but...

- Is something wrong? Because you sound weird.

- No, no, everything's fine.

Honey, if something is wrong, let

us know, and we will come get you.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Mom, I really got to go

to class now, okay?

Okay, I love you, bye.

May I be excused?

Kit?

It's the last poem

that I wrote.

This is disgusting.

Sorry.

She's not coming anymore.

- What are you talking about?

- She's not visiting me anymore.

- Ashley, hey. Hey.

- There's someone new...

who's taking over.

- What?

- The men inside my head.

- They're so angry.

- Listen to me.

Hey, listen to me.

We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna die here.

Sierra?

Sierra!

Sierra?

I'm... I'm...

I'm so thirsty!

Sierra, who's...

Who's there?

Boo!

What are you

doing here?

Thinking on setting

this place on fire.

- That's more your thing, isn't it?

- Look at this.

- Seriously, look.

- Why are Sierra's paintings in that book?

That's just it.

They're Thomas Cole's.

- Fabulous. Who is he?

- He was a painter.

- He died in the 1800s. He was only 46.

- So...

So Madame Duret has the exact

same landscape in her office,

only it's from

a different angle.

And Sierra is signing

her paintings "TC" too.

Ashley said her words were coming

from someone named Elizabeth, right?

And when Dr. Sinclair read Ashley's

poem in class, how did she describe it?

She said it was

"incongruous".

"Before her untimely death

at age 27,

Elizabeth Webb's work

was considered the bridge

between Romanticism

and Transcendental poetry,

with echoes of Blake,

Byron and Keats.

Webb's 'incongruous' stanzas

and unusual preoccupation

with castles

were likely what

led her contemporaries

to secure a more lasting place

in history than she."

And I am composing

Wilhelm Kestler music,

for God's sake!

I was wrong.

All you b*tches

aren't crazy.

It's just you.

Veronica, wait!

Wait!

Veronica?

Veronica!

Hey.

Veronica?

Veronica?

It wasn't easy.

Help! Help!

You saw them!

You saw them, right?

Not in here.

I was never

worried about them.

I saw things.

Yes.

Strange things. But...

I refused to let it

matter to me.

I had real problems

that mattered.

When I was 13,

I went to the zoo

to see the giraffes

with my friends, and...

What?

Giraffes are cool.

When I came home,

my mom was screaming.

My stepdad was beating

the living sh*t out of her.

Don't make

the sympathy face.

It happened

all the time.

But this time...

I grabbed a knife...

just a small,

dull kitchen knife...

and I stabbed him

in the chest.

Did he die?

But he never

touched her again.

My mom thought

if she kept her head down,

the beatings would

eventually stop.

Bad things never stop

on their own, Kit.

I think I know

where to start.

I'm not going first.

Beginner's luck.

What... the hell?

Let's go down.

How big is

this freakin' place?

Holy sh*t.

Let's go.

sh*t.

Beginner's luck.

sh*t, hide, hide!

Such a shame.

We had such high hopes

for you, Veronica.

I have a habit of disappointing.

Kind of my thing.

Hmm. Are you...

alone on your little

late-night

fact-finding mission?

I hate people.

You know that.

I hate you.

I have been

so patient with you,

trying to make

something worthwhile

out of something

so utterly worthless.

Perhaps

I should have done more.

Or perhaps with some people,

there's simply

nothing more one can do.

Rather than cooperate

or appreciate what was offered

here at Blackwood,

you have made it

your mission

to squander every opportunity

I've given to you.

So now, dear girl,

I give you to them.

Sierra!

Sierra, wake up!

We have to go!

Ashley!

Ashley, let me in!

We have to go!

My baby.

You promised me

I would see my baby.

Be patient.

The connection

is getting stronger.

She seems

rather awake.

It doesn't matter.

Don't be afraid, child.

Everyone is here for you.

Just be a vessel

for the music.

Play my music.

Now.

Not everyone

is a true artist.

Ignore him.

The door.

I've never come this far.

You're doing so well,

child.

Dad.

It's my turn now!

Wake up again.

Why am I here?

Why am I here?

- What's happening to me?

- Shh. Everything's okay.

- Everything's...

- No.

- Everything is okay.

- What are you people doing to me?

- You came down to practice?

- No. No.

- Where is Veronica?

- I don't know.

- Stop lying!

- I don't know, Kit. I'm not lying.

All I know is, my mother is

dissatisfied with her progress.

Are you recording this?

Always make sure you get back

to your room safely, Kit, okay?

But this way

we have the music.

- For posterity, Kit.

- No, no! No!

I trusted you!

You're giving the world

something beautiful here.

Think of the music. Mozart and

Schubert, they died so young.

William Kestler was 33

when he died. Can you imagine?

Think of the great artists

and the genius minds...

No! Stop!

- Kit, he had so much more to give.

- No!

- Kit, please.

- No!

They had their time.

They are not

taking mine!

Get everyone

down here.

Now!

Why did you wake

all of us up?

Where is everyone?

Where is Veronica?

- Veronica is no longer with us.

- You're a liar.

You are all liars!

- Mother, she needs to hear the truth.

- She won't understand.

Oh, I understand,

all right.

I was up in the attic.

I saw all your files.

I know what happened

to those other special girls.

- Kit...

- You used them.

You used them,

just like you're using us.

- You should be grateful for the privilege.

- Grateful?

- I'm grateful.

- Being possessed

just to learn how to

play piano is a privilege?

You stupid girl.

Don't you understand?

You didn't learn anything.

You can't play

an instrument at all.

You girls are

their instruments.

We all have our gifts.

Mine is to commune

with the other side.

Your gift, the gift

all you girls have,

is that you are vessels.

Vessels for what?

Madame Duret helps

these men and women

to speak through you girls

to finish their work.

You could hardly play a scale

when you first arrived.

Now you're composing

concertos.

Sierra couldn't

paint her nails.

Now her work will

grace gallery walls.

Ashley's poetry is on par with

some of the greatest ever written.

And Izzy has nearly

figured out one of

the most elusive theorems

mathematics has ever known.

And once she does, then what?

He claims he figured it out?

My dear, artists

since the dawn of time

have been searching

for this.

The ultimate source

of inspiration. The muse.

People have drugged themselves,

starved themselves,

driven themselves mad with rage

and k*lled themselves

when the muse

disappeared.

Yeah, and you hang their paintings

in your lobby with pride.

Or maybe

you sell them.

This is not about

pride or money, child.

This is about giving back

to the world

the genius

physical death has stolen.

And I have chosen you,

plucked each of you

from obscurity,

saving you from your

little lives of misery

and delivered the muse

directly into your hands.

Then get it out. Now!

Sometimes when the door

to the other side is opened,

it's difficult to control

what comes in.

- But we're here to help you.

- You people are crazy!

- Kit...

- Stay back.

All of you.

Wouldn't you like to see

your father again, Kathryn?

Stay.

Let us finish the work,

and your connection to him

will remain intact.

Leave,

and he'll be gone.

This time, forever.

- Kit...

- Leave her, Jules. She can't go far.

Wait for me, please.

Kit, one second, please.

Please, listen to me one second,

please. Kit...

Get off me! Leave me alone!

Don't touch me!

Don't hurt me!

- Ashley.

- Please, no!

Get him off! Get him off me!

- Make him stop!

- Ashley?

Ashley?

No more.

I won't let you.

- It's me, Kit.

- Stop. It needs to stop.

It's me. We need to

get out, okay?

- We can take care of this.

- Please?

We need to get an ambulance!

What are you talking about?

Ashley, I'm gonna

be right back.

- Kit, wait!

- Please, make it stop!

Kit, wait!

- For the office.

- Thank you.

Ashley?

No. No.

- Ashley!

- Kit! Kit!

Wait!

- Okay, let's go!

- Go!

Hurry! Go!

Okay. Please work.

Please work.

Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Yes! Okay. Okay.

Sierra. Sierra, wake up.

We have to go.

Sierra.

No!

Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!

Let me in! Open the door!

Open up! It's me!

- We've got to go. Come on.

- They k*lled her.

Sierra is dead.

And Ashley.

- Let's go. We have to go.

- I think I've got it.

- The answer is three, okay?

- How?

Get out of here.

I'll find Veronica.

Let's go!

- It will be dealt with.

- We're all in danger.

- Don't question me.

- It's out of control.

- It's gone too far this time.

- It could go farther.

The connection's the strongest

it's ever been.

I realize that,

but surely you can see...

There's a price to pay

for what we seek.

I'm in complete control.

Let's not pretend

we're suddenly

unaccustomed to this.

For these miscreants

to know brilliance,

much less to be

in its possession,

it's worth the pitiful lives

they sacrifice.

They are not vessels.

They are donors.

Cops are coming.

What have you done?

All of the work

I have done.

How could you?

And you?

How could you betray me

like this? My own son?

- Aah!

- Stay where you are!

I'll deal with the police

when they arrive. Take her away.

- Jules!

- Let go! Let go of her!

No! Jules!

Look what a pathetic thing

you've become.

So weak.

Just like your father.

But at least he had

the good sense to leave you.

Stupid, stupid girl!

Stupid!

You don't have to

do this!

Ungrateful girl.

You are not the only one

who misses someone.

No! Let me out!

Let me out! Please?

Veronica?

Veronica, it's me.

It's Kit.

What have they done

to you?

Kit?

You have to fight.

That's what you're gifted.

You have to fight.

You know

this isn't right.

Come on! Do it!

You have to fight,

Veronica!

Veronica,

you have to fight!

Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight!

Fight it! Fight!

Fight it! Fight!

Fight it, Veronica!

Veronica. Veronica,

we got to hurry.

Let us out! Please?

Please, let us out!

Kit? Is that you?

I need your help.

It's just

too many numbers now.

Give them a thousand each. If

that's not enough, give them more.

What if they ask

to search the...

No.

Izzy! Come on! We got to go!

We got to go, Izzy!

- Izzy, no! Izzy! Come on!

- I belong here.

Izzy, look at me.

You don't belong here.

- It's so beautiful.

- Kit, come on!

It's so beautiful.

Go, Kit. Go.

You don't belong! Come on!

Kit, come on! This building

is going to collapse!

We have to go now!

- Izzy!

- Kit! Come on!

No!

- Kit.

- Are you okay?

- Jules, are you okay?

- No.

Come on. This way.

Come on!

Come on! Come on! Let's go!

Go, go, go!

- What the hell?

- What's happening?

Dad.

This way.

Stop! Stop!

Dad!

- Guys, come on, come on! Guys!

- Kit!

Come on! Come on!

Get out!

I'll be right behind you. Go!

- There's no time for that.

- We must save what we can.

Simone, listen to me.

It's over. Listen.

Aah!

I'm in control!

I am in control!

No, this way!

This way!

I see him!

He's going in there!

Anton!

Anton!

Anton!

Go.

He's there.

- Where is he? Where is he?

- Kit, come on! What are you doing?

Veronica, get out!

They're still inside!

They're still inside!

Stop the car, Dave.

Stop the car!

Jules, look at me. We've got to go.

We have to get out of here.

Watch out!

Jules, no!

Dad?

Kit, darling,

you need to get up.

I'm so tired, Dad.

I know.

It's just too hard.

It is.

But you have to try.

You started it,

and you finished it.

If you trust me,

and if you give all this

a chance, if you try...

Honey! Honey!

Watch her head.

You're meant

to do great things, Kathryn.

You started

on a meaningful path.

It's up to you

whether you finish or not.

- Are you a relative?

- I'm her mother.

Ginny! Ginny!

- I'll follow you.

- Okay. Oh, baby.

Let's go!

I'm lost, Dad.

I know.

We all are.

I'm dying, aren't I?

Yes.

I've missed you

so much, Dad.

I've missed you too,

Kit.

I want to stay with you.

You have

so much life ahead.

This is the beginning.

You'll find a way.

I have to go now.

Will I ever

see you again?

I love you

so much, Kit.

I love you too, Dad.

Goodbye.

I got a pulse.

I got a pulse, I got a pulse!

What...

Hello, baby.

Oh, hey!

I love you so much.

It's okay.