The hood is pulled off Paxton's head, blinding him with
florescent lights. He looks up, panicked, terrified. A man
in the same surgical outfit the Dutch Businessman wore stands
over him.
Paxton looks at a GUARD, who wears a dark blue
suit, holding a rifle.
Paxton looks exhausted, like he has been up all night.
The guard speaks in a heavy, broken, Eastern European accent.
GUARD
Talk.
Paxton looks up, confused. He hesitates.
The guard pokes him with the tip of the rifle.
GUARD
TALK. SPEAK.
PAXTON
What? What... what the fuck do you want me to say?
The surgeon looks at the guard. The guard pokes Paxton
again.
GUARD
(to the Surgeon)
American.
The Guard starts to leave. The Surgeon grabs some tools.
PAXTON
WAIT. NO... I'm Canadian. I'm Canadian, I swear.
The Guard shows the Surgeon Paxton's passport.
GUARD
American.
The Surgeon looks at the passport, then at Paxton, and back
at the passport again. The Surgeon nods to the guard, who
tucks Paxton's passport in his jacket pocket and leaves the
room.
PAXTON
What the fuck is this? Please, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?
SURGEON
(in German)
SHHH. Quiet.
The man takes off his surgical mask. We have never seen this
guy before.
He looks very, very nervous. He sweats and
shakes exactly the same way Josh did with the hooker in
Amsterdam. The Surgeon catches his breath, calms down, and
puts the surgical mask back on.
PAXTON
Just... just let me go, I won't tell anyway, please just let me go.
The man looks at his tray of instruments. His hands shake.
He picks up a knife. He turns to Paxton.
Paxton sees
himself in the mirror across from him, handcuffed and foot-
cuffed to the chair. He knows what's going to happen.
PAXTON
No, don't, don't, wait -
The man puts the knife to Paxton's throat. Paxton shakes.
The man presses the blade into Paxton's throat, cutting him a
little on the surface.
Paxton SCREAMS IN PAIN. The man
recoils, very scared.
Blood runs down Paxton's shoulder like a faucet. It is a
fast drip, not an arterial spray.
PAXTON
Please, stop it, stop, please...aaaah... no...
The man comes back towards Paxton holding the knife.
He
studies Paxton, searching for another spot to cut him. The
main raises the knife to Paxton's throat again.
PAXTON
Please, you don't have to do this. I know you don't want to do this.
SURGEON
Shhhh. (in German) Enough. Stop talking already.
Paxton speaks quietly, in German. It is the first and only
time we see subtitles.
PAXTON
(in German)
If you kill me, it will ruin your life. Every time you close your eyes, you will see me. I will be in your nightmares every night. Your whole life, I will ruin it. You will never get rid of me -
The Surgeon THROWS down the knife into Paxton's foot,
stabbing his toe. He angrily rips off his surgeon's mask and
throws it on the ground in disgust as he storms out the door.
SURGEON
(in German)
Guard! Guard! Hello!
Paxton SCREAMS in agony, with the knife stuck in his foot.
The man comes back half a minute later with the guard, who
has a rubber ball and a roll of electrical tape. The guard
stuffs the ball in Paxton's mouth and wraps the tape around
his head, gagging him. Paxton breathes short, quick breaths
out of his nose, which is dripping with snot and sweat.
Paxton screams under the tape, but his cries are muffled.
The guard leaves.
The German Surgeon walks over to his table, examining his
instruments. He picks up a gun, and does a few poses, acting
out blasting off Paxton's head.
He grabs a serrated hunting
knife and slowly mimes out decapitating Paxton. The German
is working out how he wants to kill him.
The German tries out a few power tools, including a power
drill and ciruclar power saw. The man finally settles on his
weapon of choice: the chain saw. It's an old saw, and the
surgeon can't quite seem to get it started.
He puts down the
saw, opens the door, and calls for the guard.
Paxton waits,
staring at the saw, and back at the door.
A minute later the guard comes in. He patiently shows the
man how to start up the chain saw, and how to rev it.
Paxton
watches all of this, horrified, incredulous. He can't
believe this is happening. The German Surgeon thanks the
guard - and gives him a tip. The guard leaves, pleased.
The German turns to Paxton revs the chainsaw to life. He
brings the whirring blade close to Paxton's eye. The blade
spins inches from Paxton's face, filling the room with a
violent, reverberating ROAR.
Suddenly, Paxton COUGHS WILDLY. His eyes well up with tears.
He starts VOMITING OUT HIS NOSE. His body spasms as he
vomits inside his mouth and then proceeds to choke on his own
vomit. Paxton's eyes bulge out of his head as his body jerks
and spasms.
The German, panicked, puts down the chain saw. Paxton coughs
and pukes as the man frantically grabs a scalpel. He does
not want Paxton to die - not like this.
The German cuts the
surgical tape off Paxton's mouth, slicing Paxton's mouth a
little.
Paxton EXPLODES a mouthful of blood and puke, and leans
forward, gagging. The rubber ball gag lands on the ground in
a puddle of blood and bile. The German pats Paxton on the
back, helping him cough up the last of his puke.
The German walks across the room, hiding his eyes, totally
disgusted.
He lets Paxton catch his breath. As soon as
Paxton has recovered...
PAXTON
...danke...danke...danke...
...the man REVS UP THE CHAIN SAW again.
He holds it high
over his head, and winding up the saw he charges at Paxton.
Paxton closes his eyes, wincing, as the man runs faster,
faster, faster, until he -
SLIPS ON THE RUBBER BALL GAG, SLIDES ON THE BLOOD AND VOMIT,
AND FALLS BACKWARDS, SEVERING HIS LEG IN HALF WITH THE CHAIN
SAW.
The saw stays alive, revving around the room like Pac Man,
eating up the floor tiles.
The German is still alive, and he
screams in agony, as his blood sprays everywhere, all over
the room, and all over Paxton.