Small Grimy Room: Steven bursts in not pleased with how his plans are not panning out.
STEVEN: Schecter, how is she pulling this off!?
Schecter doesn't turn, all his attention focused on the computer screen, his fingers clinched as though suddenly terrified by something. He whips Schecter around in his swivel chair and comes literally face-to-face with a Man who no longer has a face! It's like someone took a giant melon-baller to Schecter's head, scooping out everything, just leaving the rind that's the interior wall of his skull. Well, mostly everything: there's still bits of bloody brain pulp and teeth hanging from the bone. Needless to say: he's dead.
Price is in horror, and then his eye is caught by a flash of motion in a video monitor, The one trained on the Main Salon. A figure (Vannacutt) dressed all in white walks through, but more of a herky jerky walk. He stops and jitters in fast motion. Price's eyes jump to another video monitor. The one trained on the bedroom where Evelyn is under the covers.
Price's eyes dart back to the Salon monitor. Looking up into the camera, as if looking at Price himself, he holds a strange stainless-steel device in his hands that looks half-surgical saw/half-speculum. Something dark and wet dripping from its knife-sharp edges. The Figure in White walks off screen never break his look at Price. Price tears-ass out of the small room.
We're shown a series actions by the guests: On the Main Floorm Eddie and Sara trying to pry the iron grate to one of the windows. In a Basement Corridor, Dr. Blackburn, armed with Sara's flashlight, strides with determination through the labyrinth. Blackburn finds he's stopped right by the door to the "Cerebral Hygiene" room.
In the Main Room/Study, Pritchett rifles through a large cabinet, tossing books and papers in a frenzy of frustration. In Evelyn's Bedroom, the door shuts, but we see inside that Evelyn is now missing. The room shows sign of a struggle, furniture overturned and clothing strewn about. In the Grand Foyer, Price tearing down the stairs.
STEVEN: You son of a bitch, I know you're here.
We are shown a repeat shot of everyone above in their respective futile efforts when suddenly the lights zap and we're hear the low hum of a powerful generator. in the wall sconces are strobing like an epileptic's worst nightmare. The sheer schizo-psychedelia of it all has Dr. Blackburn frozen in his tracks.
The sound puts an expression on Steven's face like someone is ramming both eardrums with icepicks over and over again. A loud crackling electric surge. The light-show be damned, Price leaps down the stairs, sprinting towards the Noise. They all run to find the source of the Noise where they gather near the basement gallery, Pritchett the last to arrive.
SARA: What is happening?
WATSON: Electro-shock!
Electro-Shock Room: The group make their way there, we're now at the source of the strobing light show and deafening sound. They all rush in to see through the lights flash blinding white, someone on the operating table shaking violently, the agonized face of Evelyn.
She is screaming through the rubber bite-down that's been taped tight to her teeth. Her head, her torso, her limbs bucking like they're jet-propelled against the leather straps restraining her. Massive volts of electricity from the Dynamo she's wired to, punch into her like ten thousand razors at once. Sparks fly from the electrodes on her head and smoke starts to billow. And for a moment all anyone can do is watch as Evelyn gets jolted and slammed again and again and again. A look of horror comes to Price's face.
STEVEN: Oh, Jesus. . . Oh God, no!
En masse, the Guests charge into the room, scrabbling everywhere around the Dynamo, looking for a wire, anything they can use to stop the current ripping through her body. Price reaches for her instinctively, but Blackburn lashes out, stopping anyone from touching Evelyn.
DONALD: Don't touch her!
STEVEN: Well, turn it off!
Price is near-insane, others are smashing buttons, yanking switches off their moorings as he watches his bucking, jerking wife. Sara pulls a lever down on the wall and nothing happens.
STEVEN: For God's sake, somebody do something!
Blackburn spies another lever, pulls it, nothing happens. Eddie and Pritchett are throwing any switch they can find. Eddie notices a small utility room off to the side. He finds a circuit breaker panel and starts throwing breakers with no luck.
STEVEN: Jesus! Somebody! Do something! . . . Turn it off! There's got to be a switch or something!
And then Blackburn finds a large circuit panel, he opens it. There's a lever with a big round knob like a gear shift knob. He slams it down . . . and everything stops. The light show. The screaming. The smoke. . . and Evelyn, too. Her body drops back down on the table with a horrible thud.
Blackburn and Price undo straps and head gear. When they remove the bite-down clamp, a plume of purple arterial blood spews from her lips and cascades all over her face. Blackburn leans over her. Head to her chest, a finger to her neck. Beat. And then he stands back up straight.
DONALD: I'm sorry
STEVEN: She's not dead. We just gotta get her heart pumping again.
DONALD: It's too late.
Steven leans over and strokes his wife's hair, tears begin to form in his eyes.
STEVEN: Oh no . . . no. Baby, I'm sorry.
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