Exitus 2 - House of Pain

Oh! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

What is it?

For heaven's sake! What are you doing?

Help me! Next door is a dead body.

It is disgusting. For heaven's sake!

Can't you hear me? Stop it!

For heaven's sake!

Sleep well, my baby.

Your father was a bad boy.

Mother spreads her legs.

No time for you, my little child.

Sleep well, my baby.

A house is made of more than just walls and floors.

It is living with the persons who live and die in the house.

When the end of life is near,

memories of the the past will fade away.

Chaos will be forgotten.

But the house will remember.

Our voices. What we were talking about.

And also what we had done.

It is hard to find a beginning of the following story.

Well... so let me begin wit the end of the story.

Monique? Talk to me.

Monique? How do you feel?

Talk to me! Monique!

Monique! Don't you remember me?

Talk to me.

I get you out of here.

I love you.

Are you afraid of baby dolls?

Watch her crying.

Monique!

I worry that I have to relocate.

Yes. My father will buy this house.

You can't imagine this horror house.

Really old-fashioned.

Imagine... Homicides did happen here.

Because of that nobody wants to buy this house.

That's why it is so cheap.

Yes, my father is talking to the broker in the garden.

Okay. I will call you later.

The knife?

Something is wrong here.

We should no longer come to this place.

I don't know. Maybe you are right.

But sometimes I need to be here.

I miss my sister so much.

Strange thing to sorrow for her at an empty grave.

But you need a place to remember.

However there is no certainty that Monique is dead.

I know that it is terrible.

A psychopath has kidnapped your sister and her friend.

They found dozens of dead women in that house.

She must be dead.

Yes, but they didn't find her dead body, only her blood.

And they didn't catch the Killer.

Maybe he is still keeping her imprisoned. - Sophie.

This man never Kept his victims alive for a long time.

But even if he would... It was 2 years ago.

It is impossible.

Yes. You are right.

If I would know what happened in that house.

It is like a dream. So unreal.

In the end I have to believe in the police.

And they didn't tell me much about.

The house is still unoccupied. Last time I passed by.

Nobody assert his claims to that house.

The city will never sell that house. The walls are painted with red blood.

Don't exaggerate.

How can I accept it? Without any facts?

Monique's girlfriend Manuela would have been the only one to tell the truth.

But she did slash her wrists. Terrible.

Probably she couldn't stand it any longer. - Yes.

I think it was horrible.

But why didn't she talk about Monique?

Tell me... Monique and Manuela were not just friends?

No. Manuela was the lady-love of Monique.

So what? Does it run in your family?

Yes. I don't know why, but...

Maybe I should better think about life. Not dead.

Yes. I think you should do so.

But you will not find peace before you know all about your sister.

Yes. Maybe you are right.

Probably she is dead.

If I would find her, I could believe it.

What has come over you? A nightmare again?

Yes. Real like a vision.

It is always in an old house. - It is the house of pain.

Maybe your subconscious is suggested by these pictures of your sister?

You will not find peace before you know what happened to her.

You are talking like a psychologist.

I am more than that. I am your friend.

And I want to help you.

Why do you want to help me? Why?

Well... Because... Maybe later.

You must believe in your dreams.

And you have to find out what happened to your sister.

The only way to do that is the house of pain.

We will go there. This evening.

You aren't serious, are you? - I am serious.

Don't answer back.

How far it is to the house?

It really isn't far. The house is deep in the wood.

Look, there it is.

It is really fearsome.

Yes. A little bit. Come on.

Wait. How do we get inside? - From the back.

Maybe there is an old window. Move on.

What is it?

A crowbar. I smash the window.

But it is housebreaking.

Sweetheart. This isn't my first time. Nobody is inside.

Trust in me.

Come on. Let's get inside.

Let me hold your hand.

This way... to the stairs.

Please go ahead. I will stay near by you.

I have a bad feeling. There is something evil in this house.

It is just an old house.

It seems that nothing has changed for 50 years.

Come on.

This must have been the living-room.

It's unusually clean and tidy.

You're right. It looks as it was never left.

Watch this. An old picture of the family.

Maybe this are the parents who lived here. And they died here.

I took a look at the archive of the journal. They have never found the mother.

We will not find any information about Monique.

We should better go back to the hall.

Watch there! This door is locked.

With a chain.

With barbed wire. Who does it?

Why should somebody protect the door with barbwire?

As if someone is imprisoned inside. - You make me feel scary.

It seems that there are stairs up to the loft.

I want to get out of here.

Tomorrow we will take a look at it.

What do you mean? Do you want to spend the night in this house?

Yes. Until now we haven't found any information.

Maybe there are some things at the loft.

And if we would spend the night inside...

maybe you will have some nightmares or visions?

Now we are inside here. We will have a better sight in daylight.

You must promise to stay by my side. - I promise.

Come on. Let's have a look for a roost.

Let's go inside.

Isn't it nice here? - No, it's creepy.

Yes, but we will sleep here.

But there is only one bed.

So what?

Are you afraid of me?

No. Quite the contrary.

I have already noticed that you like me.

And I feel like you do.

What is in your mind? - I don't know. It's nice with you.

When I am by your side my problems don't matter.

Sleep well, little angel. Tomorrow is a new day.

Come to me...

Come to me...

I am here...

Is anybody there?

I am waiting for you.

Is anybody there?

Oh! My God!

It must be a dream.

I shouldn't wake her. She would panic.

It's my job to find out what that noise was.

Maybe it was just my imagination.

Why the door is suddenly open?

Hello?

Who are you? Do you live here?

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here. Or do you feel sick?

Why should I be sick? I am not. What are you talking about?

Or do you want to meet the doctor? He is not here.

Which doctor? Here is no doctor.

You are talking nonsense.

No... I didn't tell her anything.

What's up to you?

Let her alone! - Answer me! - Please...

I haven't told her anything. Let her alone.

What is your problem? Can I help you?

I didn't say anything.

Please... Let her alone.

Oh, Goodness! Let her alone.

Please... I haven't told her anything.

Please. Get away.

Please... Let her alone.

Please... Don't do that... No...

Lena?

Lena?

You promised me to stay by my side.

Lena?

Lena?

Lena? Where are you?

That's unbelievable!

Oh, my God! Monique.

I must find Lena.

Why this door is locked up? Damned!