The Gentleman From Hell |S1| Ep. 25
The group scrambles to get Phyllis to the hospital in hopes of saving her life.
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Written by Mark Anzalone
Edited by Walker Kornfeld
Sound mastering by Steven J. Anzalone
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Mace voiced by Steven Zivic
Phylis voiced by Aubrey Akers
Leon voiced by Sam Stark
Patricia voiced by Kelly Bair
Margaret Voiced by Jesse Van Hove
Doctor Steadman voiced by Mark Anzalone
Abigail Sparrow voiced by Jessie Van Hove
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Rusty Quill presents
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Phil, hang on.
Just hang on.
You're gonna be okay.
You hear me?
You're gonna be okay.
I've got her.
We need to get her the fuck out of here.
Everything's clear out here.
Bring her through.
All my life, doubt has been my constant companion.
Echoing from within and whispered by everyone around me.
From the very start, I was marked as different.
Haunted by voices and graced with visions.
To me, these weren't delusions, but genuine conversations with the world as it revealed itself in secret raw moments.
Yet to others,
I was nothing more than a liar.
Or worse, mad.
Cancer, what's your head?
I've got the door.
Stay with me, Phil.
You hear me?
God damn it.
You stay with me.
Come on, come on, get in.
We gotta go.
Hang in there, Phil.
We're getting your help.
My family, though they tried, could only muster a fragile tolerance, a thin veil of acceptance that never truly embraced who I was.
Oh, I still hear my mother's desperate pleas, even in her final moments urging me to silence the voices from beyond, to forego the gift that set me apart and to live a so-called normal life.
My name is Mason Rhodes.
I'm a former FBI.
I need a police escort to the hospital at Port-au Foy ASAP.
I got an unresponsive 64-year-old female suffering from a probable heart attack.
We're southbound on Route 27 now.
Gray, 2020, Fortaconaline Van, Massachusetts Plates.
What she couldn't grasp, or perhaps refuse to see, was that abandoning this gift would be like stripping away one of my essential senses.
A denial of my very self.
Clairvoyance wasn't a curse to bear.
It was the lens through which I perceived the beauty and sorrow of existence.
To let it go would be to erase the vital truth of my soul, to silence the part of me that truly understood the language of life.
Yet now,
now I can't help but reconsider her words.
If not for their truth, then for their practicality.
The doubt is gone, both from within and without.
I see the world more truly than ever before,
and it just might have killed me.
Hello, Mason.
I was hoping I'd hear from you soon.
I'm glad things are gone.
We need help.
Phil's had a heart attack.
Whatever the fuck is in that city did it to her.
We need everything you can do for her.
Money, doctors.
She needs all the help you could send.
Good lord.
Of course.
Of course, I'll do everything I can.
Where is she being seen?
We're at the hospital in Portafoy, the uh house of the Good Shepherd.
She's in critical condition.
Doctors don't know she'll pull through.
I'll call the hospital immediately.
Green light any any and all expenses.
I'll call you as soon as I have spoken to my people to see what can be done.
Thanks, Mr.
Hughes.
She.
She means the world to us.
I completely understand.
I'll talk to you soon.
If you'd like to step out, get something to eat, we can have an aide sit with her.
No, that's alright.
I'm fine.
Alright, but um, if you change your mind, don't hesitate to ask.
I won't, but thanks, though.
Of course.
Jesus.
We should have left.
Should have gotten you the fuck out of there.
What were we even thinking?
I'm sorry, Phil.
This is our goddamn fault.
Mace is on the phone with Hughes right now.
We're gonna get you all the help we can.
Just...
Hold on.
Hey, just me.
How's she doing?
They're still waiting for some of the test results to come back, but
they're worried about brain damage.
Mays talk to Hughes.
He was still on the phone last I saw him.
I'm not sure what he thinks Hughes is gonna do.
Guy's rich, but he can't perform miracles.
Has she tried to move at all?
Nothing.
Just can't believe we thought sticking with this bullshit was a good idea.
I know it's not really my place, but I got the the sense that she thought she could do some good.
She warned us, and we stayed anyway.
We just thought.
Honestly, I don't know what the fuck we thought.
I wasn't there, but from what I've already seen, I mean, I can't imagine there was a clear path forward.
Oh, it was clear, alright.
After the first
attack,
we knew we were out of our depth.
I need to tell you something.
What is it?
Phil.
She said something to me just before we left the mansion.
She didn't think it would let us leave.
That it was too late for us.
Why would she?
Because it wants us.
I don't know why or for what, but I know it.
We all do.
But you and your sister just got here.
You might have a shot at escaping.
I know this thing seems like it can do whatever it wants, but.
It was able to attack me while I was here in Portafoy, not a mile from where we are now.
And it didn't seem like it suffered one bit for all the distance.
In the paranormal, there's something called the hitchhiker effect, and it just might account for that.
I know.
Phil already told us about it.
But there's something else, too.
She thinks it might have killed Whittle.
I don't understand.
This place
feeds on shit like that.
Guilt.
And in this case, she thought it might have induced it.
Made you think you had a hand in his death.
Now, to be honest, I'm not sure if it was the thing or the cult or if it was even responsible at all.
But if I were you,
I'd get the hell away from here before it's too late.
Were you able to contact Mr.
Hughes?
Yeah.
He's gonna call the hospital, see what he can do to help.
The docs stop by again?
Not yet.
Bert and Leon are still in there with her.
I swear to Christ, if she doesn't make it out of here, I'm gonna burn that whole fucking city to the ground.
I wouldn't blame you a bit if you did.
You know, she was one of the reasons I was so excited to come here.
In some circles, she's thought of as the new Lorraine Warren.
Who's that?
She's passed only recently.
She was a psychic who investigated a lot of famous haunted locations.
Phyllis's work with the two of you have elevated her to an almost cult status.
If you'll excuse the expression.
I don't know about any of that, but she's almost always on the money.
First time we talked to her, she had eyes on the perp almost on the spot.
All she needed was a tour of the crime scene.
Ever since then,
well, she came with us on pretty much every case.
I suppose you could say we became like a team.
A team that should have known when it was time to pack it in.
I'm sure this isn't much comfort.
But in every case I've ever been part of, no one ever knew what was coming next.
Uncertainty is more a part of this kind of work than anything else I can think of.
So, what do you make of that shit we saw down there?
You said it looked like some kind of ritual or something?
I don't know where things go from here.
But from what I'm seeing, this is all connected to Mephitikin mythology.
If we really want to understand this phenomenon, we need to look there.
I think at this point, we got more than enough material to turn over to Hughes, or better yet, the Bureau.
I think Hughes is looking to score a few publisher believes.
Well, he's got that in that sun.
Hell, that underground temple thing all by itself is gonna be all over the news for months.
I think we did what we came to do.
Anyway, I'm gonna head in and sit with Phil for a while.
Wait for the doctor.
Mine in.
Doors open.
Any news, doctor?
As you may have guessed, Miss Chambers suffered a massive heart attack.
Her condition is still critical, and we've done everything we can to help her pull through this initial crisis.
But now we need to assess the potential damage to her heart, along with possible brain damage, or damage to the kidneys, liver, or lungs.
You should also be aware that a full recovery might not be possible.
As we continue to monitor her, you should prepare yourselves for the possibility that her overall physical and mental health may be permanently affected.
What about Hughes?
He was supposed to call you, didn't he?
Isn't there anything he could help with?
I have spoken with Mr.
Hughes, and while he's pledged to take care of the finances related to Miss Chambers' care, I'm afraid we've done all we can for her at this time.
You're, of course, welcome to arrange for her transfer to another hospital if you prefer.
However, we strongly advise waiting until she's stable and can be safely moved out of the ICU.
In the meantime, you're certainly all welcome to stay in the visitor's wing.
But please, only one person at a time can sit with her.
She needs her rest.
I'll be back around tomorrow morning to check on her.
Until then, the nurses will be able to answer any questions you may have.
Thanks, Doc.
Thank you.
I can sit with her if you want to get some sleep.
You've been in there since we got here.
It's okay.
I'm not tired anyway.
You sure?
I mean, I could.
I'm fine.
I just want to.
Unknown.
You just go on.
Just call me if you want to switch out.
And watch your ass.
I will.
You guys be careful too.
This isn't over.
You sure you wouldn't rather be alone?
Margaret and me can stay at a hotel or...
Absolutely not.
You heard him.
That thing is still out there.
It wants us separate.
Last time we were here in Porta Foy, it attacked Leon.
What we need to do is head out to the van and sneak one of the resonators in here.
This place doesn't have any real security, so it should be fairly easy.
It couldn't hurt to have one on hand, I guess.
But do you really think it would come here?
Attack us at a hospital?
I got no idea.
But I say it's a definite possibility.
Like you said, there is no predicting this kind of shit.
After we grab the resonator, you two can set up in the other room, and I'll hang out here on the couch.
By the way, is there any way to keep the thing not loose so we're not,
you know,
resonating anyone nearby?
Well, not really.
But there is a sensor cluster that's set to turn on if it detects a change in the present metrics.
Like temperature, electromagnetic field fluctuations, and whatnot.
But we're in a hospital with all kinds of equipment, so I don't know if that's such a good idea.
I've noticed that the phenomena tends to make things pretty damn cold.
So we could set the temperature as the primary indicator.
Just set it low enough so the air conditioning won't set it off.
Oh, yes, that's a good idea.
I just want to backup in case we fall asleep or we miss something with all that's going on.
I don't know about you two, but I'm running on fumes.
I'm still ringing from what happened down there.
At this rate, I might not sleep till next week.
But I agree.
We need to be as prepared as we can be.
Doctor Stedman, call on line three.
Dr.
Stedman, call on line three.
Hello, this is Dr.
Stedman.
I
I
understand.
What the?
Hey, is anyone there?
Hello?
Is there a problem with the power?
It's coming on and off in here.
What the fuck?
Hold on, Phil.
Hold on.
What the fuck?
Hello?
Is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Mace?
Mace?
Why?
Why can't you just leave us alone?
We'll leave.
We'll leave and never come fucking back.
That's not what you want, is it?
Is it
what the fuck are you doing to us?
I've only come for
one of you tonight.
Please, just leave her alone.
Leave us all alone.
Not yet, boy.
But soon enough.
Soon
enough.
Stay back.
Do you hear me?
Stay back.
After all this time,
only I wanted to know
that here I am.
No, I...
Beware what she call out from the darkness, boy.
And beware thrice more
what you would call up
from hell
for it,
just
appear
You're not
human,
you're
not possible
in the void.
despair whispered its darkest promise to me.
All that is forbidden
is inevitable.
The Gentleman from Hell is a Meltopia Meltopia production.
Today's episode was written by Mark Anzalone and performed by Stephen Zivick, Sam Stark, Aubrey Akers, Jesse Van Hove, Kelly Baer, and Mark Anzalone.
Sound editing was completed by Stephen Anzalone and script editing was conducted by Walker Kornfeld.
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