Bitter Taste, The (2024)

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sh*t!

Ah, geez.

Oh, this just keeps

getting worse.

f*ck.

Ah, f*ck!

Oh.

Do you always bring

your mail when you are hunting?

Hey.

That's worth a small fortune.

It's not something

I'd leave in the car.

I'm a man of business.

All right.

Let's keep going.

Don't!

You distracted me!

f*ck.

It's slow season for does.

Who gives a f*ck

what season it is?

We have to track her.

What? Without dogs?

We just have to follow

the blood trail.

Yeah, and by the

time we get there,

it'll be pumped

full of adrenaline,

only good for dog food.

In any case,

I'm in f*cking pain, all right?

You're not the only

one who's in pain.

Oh.

Okay.

Do what you gotta do.

You know how to use this?

Ah.

Ooh.

Ah!

What the hell were you thinking?

f*ck you, Leo.

You're in deep sh*t.

The hunt is over.

Let's go.

One of the other

guides found him.

He collapsed on his way back.

Heart attack.

Oh sh*t.

What's the first rule?

-I--

-Ah, ah, ah, ah.

What's the first rule?

The client's safety, but--

Get the f*ck out of here!

-But he shot--

-And don't even bother

coming back.

You still owe me.

Forget it.

Max, I need that money.

I have rights, you know?

Don't give me that crap.

This was your last day

as a hunting guide.

f*ck.

This is Dr.

Spangler's Office calling...

your surgery.

The waiting order's

scheduled for Monday.

However, we cannot

find any record

of health insurance

in your file.

Please call us back as soon

as you get this message.

Thank you.

But it

doesn't change the fact

that we have to fundamentally

reevaluate our attitude

towards the old legends and

sagas from our culture sphere.

We have believed for far

too long that we can...

...from past centuries--

But we...

...is not quite that simple.

Sources of many of today's--

Make the

necessary arrangements now.

The next patient on

the waiting list--

I understand,

but I have the money now.

You

need to confirm you--

I know that I will have

to cover the costs,

but that's the reason

I'm callin. I--

I see

here that there's still--

Hello?

Hello?

Oh sh*t.

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Jesus!

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

Can you get up?

It's okay, you're safe.

-You're safe here.

-No, no, no, no, no.

The competition's still on.

We-- We need to leave.

Hurry!

Here.

Get in.

Hurry, he's coming.

What the hell is this?

Drive! Drive!

Quiet!

f*ck!

You okay?

There's nobody in the village

matching your description.

It could have been

someone from out of town.

We don't get

that many strangers around here.

I'm here.

Yeah, and why is that?

I'm lost.

Exactly.

Oof.

You're not going

anywhere in this tonight.

And, uh...

the forest workers won't

be here until Monday

to get that thing

out of the way.

I can't wait until Monday.

Well, you

could take the old train.

That'd be about your

only other option.

Unless you wanna

disappear into thin air

like your mysterious friend.

I'm not crazy.

Anyway, that woman, she

still has my jacket.

Oh yeah?

What about the one

you're wearing?

This is a different jacket.

What about these?

Should you even be popping pills

and driving at the same time?

Seems to me you mix those

with a little alcohol

and you could have yourself

some pretty fine delusions.

I don't drink.

Good for you.

You should at least have a look.

There must be signs of

a struggle or something.

All right, if you insist.

Can't you go after her?

Nope.

No can do.

Why is that?

It's private property.

Belongs to the Countess.

Well, whatever.

That woman needs helps.

Don't tell me how to do my job.

Broken axle.

That's gonna cost,

and it will take a while.

Oh, for--

I need to be on

the road already.

Oh, that's not gonna happen.

Why don't you...

stay for while and

make yourself at home

in our lovely town?

That's not gonna work.

She's in a hurry.

Ugh.

I could use the parts if

I cannibalize this baby.

I'd pay you, of course.

Enough for a train ticket.

There's

nothing like a good hunt

to make a man feel truly alive.

Mr. King?

How are you?

We were very worried.

Oh, alive and kicking.

My doctors recommend avoiding...

too much excitement.

It was very unsportsmanlike

of you to steal from me.

Don't you think?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Oh, I think you do.

To cut a long story short,

I expect you to return

my property to me.

I have many

qualities, Ms. Lorenz.

Patience,

patience is not one of them.

Mr. King,

listen, I think that--

I--

Well, it's--

There's been an accident and--

I don't give a sh*t!

I will find you,

wherever you are,

and I will find my envelope.

You think...

you already know pain?

I'm going to get changed.

I'll meet you in the car.

We need to leave.

Drive! Drive!

Oh my God.

What-- What have

they done to you?

I'll get you out of here.

You're gonna be okay.

Don't worry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

I can't.

Everybody loses in the end.

You are going to die.

Be quite, be quite.

Hey! Hey!

Hello!

Help!

Hello!

Hello!

Don't you see me?

Hey!

Stop.

Stop.

Stop!

For f*ck sake,

stop!

What the--?

Wait, the traps!

Thanks.

Are you all right?

Just drop me

off at the shore, okay?

The road closed

until at least Monday, so--

Jesus Christ, what the hell

are you still doing here?

I found her. She was here.

She was still alive.

The woman from last night.

Goodness, whatever

happened to you?

There was this woman.

She had a sword.

And there was another dead woman

in the lake.

Okay, so there

was an injured woman,

a sword-wielding woman,

-and now another dead woman?

-Two dead women.

- I'll show you, it's--

- But first, I think

you'd better come inside.

You're completely soaked.

And then someone should take a

look at your hand, Miss, hmm?

Lorenz.

Ms. Lorenz kept us

pretty busy last night.

Ms. von Boda runs the

Countess's estate.

I'm sure there's a

reasonable explanation

for all the frightening

occurrences you've described.

I'm sure it's all

quite harmless.

"Harmless"?

Does this look "harmless"

to you?

Listen,

you have to search this place.

This Countess has

a bunch of maniacs

running around and

k*lling people.

The Countess is dead.

What?

She passed away last

night during a hunt.

There you have your dead woman.

Only it wasn't the first time

she ignored Dr.

Jostein's warning.

Dr. Jostein is...

was her personal physician.

She could have a quick

look at Ms. Lorenz's hand.

Hmm?

Ah, here she is, Dr. Jostein.

This lady has injured her hand.

Would you be so kind

as to have a look?

I'll go fetch her

some dry clothes.

I think that's her.

That's the woman from the lake.

Right.

The woman with the sword?

May I?

So,

what's going to happen

with the property?

Oh,

a distant relative should

arrive within a few days.

Young lady from Hungary.

She will take over the estate.

Keeping it in the family, eh?

It'll go on as it always has.

The more things change,

the more they stay the same.

There's a certain

comfort in that.

Isn't there?

I guess.

Are you sure you don't want

to rest here for a bit?

Hmm.

Very well.

You need to check

out that cabin.

There is a dead woman,

and don't pretend

you don't know.

And did you find

what you were looking for?

How did this get here?

Well,

one might say it's in our blood.

The Countess's ancestors

have been proud hunters

for generations.

What about you, Ms.

Lorenz? Do you hunt?

I don't like it.

Don't you think it's

beneficial for the environment,

controlling the population?

There's no benefit in hunting,

at least not for the

ones being hunted.

Playing to judge, are we?

I thought you were too

busy doing my job for me.

Don't you see she's lying?

I could swear they

k*lled that woman.

Oh, come now, Ms. Lorenz.

Those are very serious

allegations, Ms. Lorenz.

Here.

That's part of my phone.

There's blood on it.

There's your proof.

The only thing

that proves is that

you've been

repeatedly trespassing

on the Countess's property.

Would you like to press charges?

Oh, that won't be necessary.

She's obviously still in shock

after suffering her injury.

Perhaps Ms. Lorenz would

consider changing her mind

about staying with us until

she's fully recovered?

and that would also

give us more time

to figure out what

really happened.

Let us help you, dear.

No!

I'm out of here.

I would be

happy to arrange that for you.

f*ck.

Ow.

Forgot to mention that

you also injured your leg.

I didn't.

Just a little reminder that

the glory days are over.

That doesn't stop you

from running around

on private property, I see.

Sometimes I forget

about the pain.

Maybe it's all those

pills you've been taking.

Maybe they do more than just

make you forget the pain.

Maybe they make you see

things that aren't there.

That's not the way

to the village.

Shortcut.

Stop!

Are you insane?

That's him.

That's the witness

from the lake.

You have to tell the police

what happened at the lake.

- George.

- Josh.

Tell her.

What're you talking

about, exactly?

What?

You--

I pulled her out of the

lake after she did this.

He was there.

He saw the whole thing.

What'd you see, Josh?

I was on the lake when

this woman boarded my boat,

started the outboard motor,

and got it entangled

in the traps.

That's not the point.

It'll take forever

to fix. Yeah, it is.

No, it's not the point.

Ms. Lorenz seems to think

she was being pursued.

Okay.

So are you trying to say

that you didn't see anything?

Well, actually, quite

enough for one day.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

All right.

Well, we better get going

before we miss the next train.

I'll be fine.

I sincerely doubt that.

Come on, hop in.

Come on.

It is okay, don't bother.

I'll give her a ride.

I have to head into town anyway.

Suit yourself.

You forgot your laundry.

The less you talk

to her, the better.

Tea?

Okay.

What's in there?

The smokehouse.

Looks like someone

took care of your hand.

At the estate.

Dr. Jostein.

She looked very

much like the woman

that chased me halfway

across the lake,

the one you never saw.

Sorry I couldn't be

of more help earlier,

but I honestly seem to

have missed the whole show.

Well,

some men in the village

claim that there might be

strange things going

on at that estate.

What kind of things?

That there is a lot of hunting.

Not only for game.

Hunting for what?

I'm not really part of

the village community.

I inherited this place

and a fishing license

from my uncle two years

ago when he passed away.

Yep.

Still looks pretty

much the same here.

But then I'm not planning

on staying forever.

So what's keeping you?

Tradition?

But you don't like it?

Might as well like it if

you have to live here.

What about those who die here?

What do you mean?

That cop's turning a blind eye

because she thinks I'm crazy.

Somebody has to do something.

There's nothing you can do.

Besides,

I promised George to bring

you back to the train station.

She had a tattoo on her back.

Who?

That girl...

they kept in that

room at the estate.

If there was still time.

Do you have access

to the internet?

Not here.

The Hunting Association

owns this place,

but because I live next door,

I'm also the caretaker.

There are hardly

any members left

and they don't really

come around that much.

Why don't you see if you

can get this to work?

Okay.

Well,

that outboard motor

still needs fixing.

Hey.

I'm really sorry about that.

University

Clinic, how may I help?

This is Marcia Lorenz.

I was wondering if it's possible

to move my surgery appointment.

Let me

check, please hold.

I'll hold.

Your appointment

is about to be canceled.

- No.

- Ms. Lorenz.

Please don't cancel the

appointment, I'll make it.

We still need

you to confirm that you--

Yes, I'm transferring

the deposit

via online banking as we speak.

I

understand that you want us

to move the appoint

to later this week.

Exactly.

Hello?

"Missing athlete."

Hello?

Josh!

Josh!

Did you get lost in the dark?

The targets!

They were moving.

Well, you must have

tripped a switch.

The lights weren't

working just a minute ago.

This whole place needs fixing.

Look, here.

This has something to

do with the Countess.

She's right.

This sh**ting

range once belonged

to an association called

the Penta Foundation.

They held numerous competitions

here, but not anymore.

I was looking for you.

This is the tattoo I've

been talking about,

on that woman's back.

All right, come on, let's go.

Where to?

To my office to answer

a few questions.

And don't worry, you'll

catch your train on time.

Those two women that

arrived last night,

I think they're in great danger.

Take a seat.

Look, George--

That's "Chief Balough" to you.

If you just call that

dead woman's family, I'm sure--

For the last time,

without a corpse,

there is no m*rder.

You are covering for them.

You better watch

what you're saying,

or we're gonna have

to add defamation

to your long list of charges,

and theft, it would appear.

My, my, my, that list just

keeps getting longer and longer.

An art dealer specializing in

Eastern European

medieval artifacts

reported his jacket stolen,

a jacket containing

something rather valuable.

His name was Matheus King.

That name ring

any bells for you?

'Cause according

to my information,

you were present at the

scene; a hunting party,

during the time of the incident.

Yes, I was one of the guides.

Mm-hmm.

And I seem to remember

you going on and on

after your car crash

about a missing jacket,

even though you were already

obviously wearing one.

Well,

without a jacket, there's

no theft, is there?

Let me tell you my

version of this story.

Your missing friend,

or accomplice ,

took off with the loot

after an argument about

her size of the share.

She took a short-cut across

the Countess's estate.

All this talk

about missing women

is just a ruse to get you onto

the Badesky's

private property.

You don't give a sh*t

about these women!

You're just out for

your own personal gain.

Is that true about the jacket?

I found it. I didn't

really steal it.

Where is it now?

Gone.

And I'm leaving too. Bye.

Are you really gonna let

George scare you off?

You know she had a number

of criminal records

on her desk and a

file on you too.

And some old book.

Why did you take it?

I don't think it's a good idea

to pull it out in front

of the police station.

I don't think it was a good idea

to steal it in the first place.

I find it rather

odd that she keeps

a historic artifact

in her office.

"By Hans Badesky."

Yeah, he was an ancestor

of our Countess, here.

Also known as the Black Knight.

He was known for his

great courage in battle

but also for his extreme

cruelty to Ottoman prisoners.

You're quite smart

for a fisherman.

Well, the villagers

are extremely proud

of their little

piece of history.

"Meat makes meat provide

strength and courage.

"Hunting, hounding, and whipping

"makes the meat

juicy and tender."

oo

Yeah, the Badeskys have always

been obsessed with hunting.

"Warrior strength

multiplied in the victor."

You know Latin too.

It looks like George

wrote this down.

The Badesky's family history.

"The first Badesky took over

the estate in the 17th century.

"Ilona Badesky,

"a young woman from Hungary.

"Then...

"she died after 50 years, left

everything to Agnes Badesky.

"After her, came a Charlotte

Badesky, and so on until today."

I'm done with this

crazy sh*t here.

But George is doing her

homework, let's hope after all.

You don't actually

believe that, do you?

I should be catching the train.

I've still got this appointment

to get my leg fixed,

and I have to figure

out how to pay for it.

Let me at least drive you.

I'm fine.

And thanks for doing my laundry.

Hey, wait!

Anna!

Where are you headed?

Competition, of course.

Are you coming too?

Five disciplines.

The five skills of

modern pentathlon.

The sport is based on the duties

of a military courier

in historic times.

When called upon to

deliver a message

across the b*ttlefield,

a courier was required

to ride his horse

over rugged terrain.

Should he lose his horse,

he was forced to run, swim,

sh**t his way through

the enemy's lines,

or fight any remaining

opponents with a sword.

It's the ultimate skill and

strength test for an athlete.

I'm not following.

The Penta Foundation.

They're all about

modern pentathlon.

So what?

For each discipline,

there's one competition site,

five in total.

Okay, but--

I found an access point,

an underground tunnel

system at the stables.

When I was down there,

it seemed to be spreading

into several directions.

So what if all the

competition sites

are connected via an

underground tunnel system?

What I'm saying is

once we're down there,

we should be able to get to

any of the competition sites.

I see what you mean.

The stable is for

horseback riding.

The lake for swimming.

The sh**ting range for

sh**ting, obviously.

That leaves the maze,

maybe for running.

But here, the village,

fencing?

I mean, there's no gym

or anything like that.

Yeah, maybe there used

to be one in the days.

But see here,

the hunting cabin.

It's also part of the system.

There was a tunnel. I was there.

And that's where you

last saw that jacket, right?

Here.

What is this?

It's an earth mound,

a historic rampart.

The remains can be found

all over the place.

Some villagers claim that

it was a protective wall

during the Thirty Years'

w*r in the Middle Ages.

So, where do we start?

What's up?

Something's different.

The lights.

Looks like it's showtime.

Hurry, let's go.

Wait!

What are you doing?

Josh?

Anna!

Wait!

Rena?

Are you here for the tournament?

Sure.

You don't look like

you're in any shape to fight.

It's been a while...

since my last bout.

Did you win?

Sometimes winning and

losing are the same.

Time to go.

Listen.

You need to get the

hell out of here.

They are formed up.

I'll take my chances.

You don't stand a chance.

Everybody loses, everybody dies.

You, too, will die.

Are you threatening me?

I'm saving you.

Wait!

Well?

You have a gift.

The gift of being one

of the best warriors

to ever grace the

Penta Foundation.

True warrior blood is

coursing through your veins.

The time has come to

prove you're worthy...

to challenge your own destiny.

This

is not your fight!

You? What the--?

Did you just see that?

I can hear it.

The sword!

Come on!

Here we are.

This makes a lot of sense.

Another the tip

of the pentagram,

the one that points

at the village.

This is a dead end.

You have to turn back.

Back where?

Here.

We need something heavy.

Watch out!

Give me your hand.

Back to the stairs!

Can you make it?

Do I have a choice?

Not if you wanna live.

Oh no.

The door!

Give me just a minute.

I need to get you out of here.

You still got that map?

I need more light.

It's the maze, that's

where we started.

Then we went through

here, to the fencing hall,

that's where the

auto repair shop is.

And then I'm guessing

we probably must

have walked through here,

into the center, right

beneath the manor.

Okay, but if we

can find a tunnel

that leads to the

sh**ting range,

maybe we can find a way

out from the inside.

Hey.

Just like the book

that George had.

See?

She must have been quite

chummy with the Countess

if she had a book

from a secret library.

Look.

The Badesky's family chronicles.

Official documents.

Yeah, and boxes full

of old junk, come on.

"The verdict against the

Countess Elizabeth Badesky

"and her four closest servants."

From the Kingdom of Hungary

in the 17th Century.

Sure knew a thing or

two about warfare.

They were convicted for the

m*rder of 80 young women.

It says here,

"Shortly after the execution,

"the bodies of the Countess

and her four disciples

"disappeared without a trace."

Yeah, I think we've

probably seen enough.

Come on.

We need to get a move on.

Let's go.

You can lean on me.

Holy sh*t.

The pentagram.

The coast is clear.

Josh!

This is the priest's report

on the banishment of

Countess Elizabeth Badesky,

the first Badesky

here in this village.

Listen to this.

"To k*ll women,"

just like her Hungarian

relative, right here.

"Secretly, the

villager's, lead priest,

"spent weeks building

a consecrated mound

"all around the entire estate."

Ah, that would be

our historic rampart.

And I always thought it was

for military purposes only.

Watch your step.

I don't think this is the right

time to be reading a book.

Listen.

"By the time the Countess

saw to the scheme,

"it was already too late.

"Here, in the case of

the Thirty Years' w*r,

"the Church played a

clever trick on her.

"She thought she was signing

"a treaty with the

House of Habsburg,

"but in fact she was signing

"a disguised warning spell

"that made it impossible

for her and her people

"to cross the sanctified

barrier around the estate."

Clever.

They tricked her into

signing her own curse.

Five documents

condemned the Countess

and her four disciples to

these grounds for all eternity.

That's a long time,

if you're immortal.

"Immortal"?

You think they're immortal?

The same people all

these centuries?

It was you who mentioned

the fountain of youth.

The manager of the estate,

Mrs. von Boda, Dr. Jostein,

Dorothea the mechanic,

and the Countess,

who's supposedly dead.

That's only four,

so who's the fifth?

I believe you already

have an answer to that.

This fountain of youth might

certainly be worth a detour.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Just a minute ago you

were close to collapsing.

I don't think

you're in any shape

to go in another

wild goose chase.

But I'm much better now.

Well, in that case,

there's no need for a

fountain of youth after all.

We've been here before.

Damn.

Let me see.

Oh sh*t.

sh*t.

Josh.

It's locked.

The door is locked.

Don't worry, I'll get the key.

Marcia, wait!

No.

Don't move, she's coming.

Oh, hello, dear.

It's a pleasure having

you for dinner tonight.

What is it about

life, Ms. Lorenz,

that makes one hold

onto it so desperately?

The art of hunting,

our Countess has

perfected it, you know.

We all admire her...

for her radical vision

that brought us our

victory over death.

Countess.

Countess.

Pardon?

Countess is dead.

Oh, you shouldn't

believe everything you are told.

Of course,

the Countess was

getting a bit frail,

and after that little

accident last night...

it was time for a

little rejuvenation.

Eternal life...

does not mean eternal youth.

The flesh gives eternal life.

The blood...

provides eternal youth

and an unscathed body.

Blood...

and flesh...

only together...

they shape the secret

of our immortality.

Soon our young, ancient countess

will be able to come

into her own inheritance,

as always.

Who's the fifth woman?

What?

Who's...

the last of the

Countess's disciples?

Oh,

you've uncovered quite a

bit for such a short time...

but you're not quite as

smart as you think you are.

Don't condemn us.

History seems to

always condemn the ones

brave enough to

set out a new path.

So many visionaries have

been burned at the stake.

You can't...

call hunting people "visionary".

The stress of the hunt,

the fear and the pain,

that's what gives the

meat its bitter taste

and grants us eternal life.

Warriors on the battlegrounds

of history knew this.

To k*ll the opponent

and feast on their flesh

would give them their strength.

Unfortunately,

it has become quite

difficult to find

true warriors these days.

The Penta Foundation

helps us to find

what you would call

modern-day warriors.

Athletes,

Ms. Lorenz,

eager to prove themselves

in the next contest,

just like you.

What are you really up to?

I don't know what they are.

You have no idea what it means

to be imprisoned for centuries!

The searing pain...

making your insides boil

whenever you draw too close

to that cursed

consecrated circle.

Just because you ache

for a breath of freedom.

Oh, and then you...

show up out of nowhere...

carrying the very

documents we've been trying

to get our hands on

all these years...

but not anymore.

Just imagine...

what the world will look like...

once word gets out about

our secret of immortality.

Soon the earth will be...

a glorious b*ttlefield...

where everyone is a hunter.

Everyone is the prey.

Impure!

Impure!

Patience!

We must wait until

we are all present.

She'd better hurry.

I'm not waiting a second longer.

Don't burn it before reading.

I'll need to read

it backwards while it burns.

Only this

will reverse the curse.

Yes.

Don't be foolish.

My ladies!

The Countess!

We asked not to be

disturbed, Johann!

The bath has been destroyed!

The mistress!

Wha--

What happened to you?

I've changed.

You're bleeding.

Not anymore.

I'll get the knife.

I see you're dressed

for the occasion.

George?

-What?

-Put your g*dd*mn

hands in the air.

- What are you doing?

- Drop your weapon

and put your g*dd*mn hands up!

You don't actually think I'd--

Drop your weapon and

keep your hands in the air!

I have nothing to do

with this. Come on!

No!

Stop!

Josh!

Are you hurt?

Stay back!

She just shot the old servant.

I told you, girl, no

matter where you went,

I'd find you.

Now let go of my property.

-Give that back!

-Hey, hey!

Easy! Easy!

Both of you,

give it to me.

Give it to me, now!

Marcia,

remember me?

It was an accident.

I don't give a sh*t.

Drop it!

Kitten,

that's enough.

Go wait for daddy in the car.

I suggest handing over

the documents in question

to the authorities.

What are you talking

about, man, I am--

And since that seems to have

been taken care of already,

it's really now just

a question of finding

the rightful owner, correct?

Well,

my name is Matheus King.

You've probably heard of me.

I suppose you're

the one who reported

the historical documents stolen.

Correct and right, officer.

They belong to me.

Very well.

In that case,

you're under arrest

for conspiring to steal

the property of the

Christian Museum of Budapest

and receiving stolen goods.

Stay where you are!

Mr. King,

I am warning you!

Hey!

Kitten!

You have no idea who

you're dealing with.

No idea!

Or how serious the

consequences are for this.

And you are going to

end up in the woods

with a b*llet in your head.

This is the end for all of you.

The documents.

Hey!

Wait!

It's gonna be a long way back.

Where's the closest

competition site?

Probably the boathouse.

-Through the tunnels then.

-Yeah.

It's our best bet

to get out of here.

There must be a

door leading downstairs.

Over here.

Oh, sh*t.

Can you hold your breath?

Is this the sh**ting range?

Now I'll be damned.

Thanks for the ride.

It's not like they

were after you.

Says who?

How'd you get here so fast?

Well let's

get out of here.

Not without the

proper insurance.

g*ns.

I need g*ns.

Let's go.

Hey!

sh*t.

Great plan.

Give me that.

Lock down the building!

They will never let

us leave this place.

Not with the documents.

So you two married now or what?

Look, George, we could fight

our way back to the car

if you could just give us a g*n.

I don't trust anyone.

And why should we?

Because you don't have a choice.

Because you're

holding a g*n and we're not?

Exactly.

I say you're one of them.

Excuse me?

You are the fifth member

in the Countess's covenant.

If I were, you think

I'd be sitting here

protecting you?

You weren't even able to

protect yourself out there.

You fell into disgrace

with the Countess

and that's why you have to

live outside the estate,

playing the cop.

You want the

documents for yourself

so you can get the hell out

of this stinking old town

and leave your fellow

disciples behind.

Don't come any closer.

Yeah, you want to sh**t me

like you shot the

poor old servant?

He wasn't even one of them.

-He was just a man.

-Shut up!

She's gone again.

Get a grip!

If we don't start

working together,

we don't stand a chance.

We have to stick together to

fight our way out of here.

Guys,

please.

How?

If they come out of nowhere and

the b*ll*ts don't stop them?

We are here because of you!

Because of you,

we're gonna die here!

Josh!

Why don't we lure them to

the open range at the

back of the building?

That way we can round them up

and hold them back while

one of us gets the car.

One of us would

have to act as bait.

I'll do it.

Fine with me.

Hey, you sure you don't

want me to do this?

Good luck.

Who needs that anymore?

Kept saying this

place needed fixing.

sh**t!

I'm out of a*mo!

How about you?

Almost out!

Me too!

Time to go!

I'll start the car.

Wait!

sh*t.

Holy sh*t.

sh*t! I'm out!

I only got one left.

Well, make it count.

I sure will.

Where's George?

You are the fifth disciple.

We're not that

different, you and me.

You're sick.

You eat people,

just like them.

I know I've done

terrible things.

But I'm not like them.

I was stuck with them.

I've hated them.

They've put me in the sh*t

hole to do their dirty work.

But then I heard

about this art dealer.

Mr. King.

Promised him a small fortune

if he could acquire

these documents for...

an anonymous collector.

But then you came along.

Sorry I've ruined

everything for you.

If it hadn't been for you,

I could have been

long gone by now,

leaving those things

imprisoned forever.

But then I wouldn't

have met you.

Marcia.

I wanna start over again.

I wanna change.

I have changed.

I wanna be just like you.

Free to go wherever I want.

It might get rid of the curse,

but of the guilt you carry.

Free, at last.

Josh.

You've betrayed us!

Save yourself.

What?

Hey!

What a f*cked up world, eh?

This time, no one's

coming to your rescue.

An eye

for an--

f*ck.

Now you die.

What have you done?

I'm putting an end to this.

You can't k*ll us.

We are cursed to live forever.

Let's see about that.

Traitor!

We have become one.

We'll swallow you!

Swallow this!

Josh!

I'm...

I'm...

I'm free.