Messiah of Evil (1973) - full transcript
After losing contact with her artist father, Arletty travels to the west coast. Though she doesn't find him, she meets Thom, an odd wealthy man who's travelling with 2 lovers, Toni and Laura, to meet her father. She reads his diary and realises there's something strange with the residents of this California town.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
They say
that nightmares
are dreams perfected.
I've told them here
it wasn't a nightmare,
but they don't believe me.
They nod and make
little notes in my file.
And they watch me now, waitingfor me to scar my breasts,
to eat insects,
maybe, or to lift
my dress like some crazy, oldwoman and urinate on the floor.
But there's so little timeleft, you've got to listen.
Not far from here is a
small town on the coast.
They used to call
it New Bethlehem.
But they changed the
name to Point Doom
after the moon turned blood red.
Point Doom doesn't look anydifferent than a thousand
other neon stucco
towns, but what
happened there, what they didto me, what they're doing now...
They're coming here.
They're waiting at
the edge of the city.
They're peering around
buildings at night.
And they're waiting.
They're waiting for you.
And they'll take you
one by one and no one
will hear you scream.
No one will hear you scream!
I wentthere looking for my father.
He used to spend winters
in Point Doom, painting.
Then after my mother
died, he stayed.
And his letters became ouronly contact, until recently,
when his letters became
more and more bizarre
and finally stopped.
I have little time now.
I can't write again.
You mustn't worry.
And please, you mustpromise not to follow me.
I'm afraid to see
people anymore.
It's better that I wait
alone for it to come.
Fill her up?
Yes, please.
Dogs, stray dogs.
It doesn't sound like dogs.
Has to be.
Has to be dogs.
I've hunted in them
woods out there,
nothing but quail and rabbits.
Rabbits don't make that sound.
That's Point Dune
ahead, isn't it?
Why do you want to
go to Point Dune?
I'm visiting somebody there.
I can't understand why anybodywould want to go to Point Dune,
visiting.
I mean, it's just a
piss poor little down.
It's deader than hell.
You forgot...
Hello there.
Fill her up?
$2.00.
No knock.
Yes, sir.
Machine's broke, lady,
don't you have any cash?
Well, no, but this is...
That's all right, forget it.
Oh...
Get out.
Get your... your stamps?
Father?
Father?
Father?
JOSEPH LANG
June 30th.
For three nights
now I haven't slept.
I don't know how muchlonger I can keep this up.
The visions are coming
from areas of my mind
that I don't understand.
July 2nd.
These grotesque images
keep crowding in on me.
At night I find myself
wandering alone in town,
catching glimpses of horridanimals I know can't be there.
And along Clark
Beach faces haunt me.
Pale women with sleeplesseyes and shadowy figures
staring toward the black water.
Hedidn't return that night.
I walked along the beach in themorning, as I'm sure he must
have, coming out of
the nightmares he spoke
of, back into the daylight.
I drove into town.
It was hot already.
I saw an art gallery
and I thought
they might know my father.
The art dealer was blind.
Her fingers moved like apale spider over my face.
Joseph Lang?
Do I know who he is?
We do get magazines inPoint Dune, which some of us
can even read.
Well, I meant, I'm
looking for him.
And I thought maybe you
knew him personally.
Point Dune isn't
an artist colony.
I heard he did take peopleout there, mostly women.
But they weren't
from Point Dune.
Uh, there were some peoplein this morning looking
for your father, which
means some people do
like his brand of art.
Who were they?
I don't know, strangers.
I think they're staying
at the Seven Seas.
I'm as old as the hills.
Mama delivered me herself.
She took me from
between her legs,
bloody little mess, just aboutto feed me to the chickens.
And daddy said, maybe we
could use a boy, Lotty.
That's how I came
into the world.
Excuse me, they
said at the gallery
that you were looking
for Joseph Lang.
He's my father and I just...
Just come in and
close the door.
All I want to know is if...
Close the door.
Go ahead, Charlie.
Hard to remember
back on things.
But I... I remember the
red moonlight daddy
told me about, only once.
Momma gave him a bad lookwhen he talked about it.
He was only a boy himself, then.
He called it the blood moon.
He said that was the nightthat he lost religion.
He learned that men
could do... could do
horrible things, like animals.
I'm really hungry.
I've got the munchies.
Shut up.
Go ahead, Charlie.
What about the moon?
100 years ago the moon startedturning red up in the sky
and things began to happen.
It was like the redder
the moon got up there,
the closer that people werebeing jerked toward hell.
Or that people started
bleeding out of control.
They found children
eating raw meat.
It was like the town isfestering with an... an open
sore, until the
night that they...
until the night they camedown out of the canyon and...
Who came down, Charlie.
I've got to go.
Charlie.
Take the wine, Charlie.
Wow, thanks for your
kindly hospitality.
I'm looking for my father.
Do you know him?
I know of him.
They told me at the gallery...
We drove by the
gallery this morning.
I happened to see all
his works in the window.
I didn't know that
he lived here.
They didn't have any
of his paintings there.
Well, that's popularity.
Because they did this morning.
I offered to buy one
and the old woman
said they weren't for sale.
As a matter of fact, it
was a portrait of you.
Tom likes to collect things.
Like old drunks?
Old fashioned retort.
What's a retort?
Toni, you're half girl,
half child and half wit.
Sit on it, sister.
Don't be afraid, I'm an uglyold man, but I'm harmless.
It's about your daddy.
They mustn't hear me.
I've got 'em fooled.
I get drunk, sleep on
the sidewalk like a dog
and they let me be.
I ain't crazy.
Hello, Charlie.
What about my father?
You have to kill him.
You're crazy.
You can't bury him.
Don't put him in the ground.
You got to burn him.
You got to put fire to his body.
Ispent the afternoon in town,
asking about my father.
The reaction was
always the same,
people would only stare orshake their heads and back away.
JOSEPH LANG
July 6th.
Arletty called this morning.
I listened to her, but couldn'tlet her know I was here.
My voice would
have terrified her.
At times I make noises
which don't seem human.
And my mind is letting go.
I try to remember the past,my daughter, but I can't.
Instead I... I think of death.
Always death.
What are you doing here?
You looked so comfortablel didn't want to wake you.
You're very pretty
when you sleep.
Mmm, I'm going to take a nap.
Wanna come?
Later.
You can't stay here.
Just for the night.
I'm willing to pay.
We had little
trouble at the motel.
You remember the old gentlemanwho was telling us the story?
Of course I do.
He was mad.
Perhaps, but when theyfound him this afternoon,
he was dead.
The police came
and questioned us.
Needless to say,
they weren't very
understanding what with me andmy two traveling companions.
And then suddenly,
every other motel locked
and shuttered its windows.
You're the only
other person we know.
What happened to the old man?
They found his
body in the alley.
He must have passed
out or something.
The police theorize that
it must've been dogs.
They found this body half eaten.
I let them stay.
I never understood why.
It was as if I'd come
into a foreign town
where I didn't
speak the language
and I was sharing
a house with people
I'd have never met
in my other life.
Would you like some wine.
This wind is strange.
It's like the sirocco.
It blows across theMediterranean from Africa.
I was born in
Portugal, in a castle.
I thought it was
a villa in Spain.
My mother was a
Portuguese, aristocrat.
My father was rich and American.
I have a castle that
stands above the sea.
One of our legend tells that...
Tom, what are we doing
in this shitty place?
I don't know.
As I was saying.
Every race has their
legends, the Romans,
the Greeks, even the
folk here in Point Dune
had their stories.
I'm interested in theirstory about the blood moon.
What was your father doing here?
He didn't know anybody here.
He could paint.
Has your father
been painting long?
Laura's quite the art critic.
She use to model,
photographers mostly.
She specialized inexotic poses with snakes.
Oh, Tom just gets so
clever when he's trying
to get into somebody's pants.
Listen, when you
go to bed with him
tonight, why don't you let him...
Laura, I am tired of havingto apologize for you.
Yuck, this stuff
is shitty tasting.
You're not supposed
to eat the fuzz.
He said hewas a collector of old legends.
He thought my father
knew something
about the legend of Point Dune.
I told my father wasn't here.
He said they could wait.
Are you lost?
No.
I've been walking.
Have you seen the
fires on the beach?
No, I haven't.
Goodnight.
There is something
you could do for me.
What?
My zipper is stuck, on my vest.
I'm sure one of your travelingcompanions could help.
Oh, they're very angry with me.
They get jealous whenl'm around strange women.
How awkward.
Really.
So if you just...
it wasn't very hard.
No, I'm sure you could
have done it yourself.
Goodnight.
You don't just unzip a
man and say goodnight.
You are aren't you?
So am I. Goodnight.
Going out tonight?
I'm splitting.
Oh.
How long?
Forever.
That's a long time.
Why?
Because I'm tired.
I'm tired of him.
I'm tired of this place.
He didn't get lost, you know?
He came here on purpose.
And while Point Dune.
Have you tried the beach?
Maybe you could
learn to body surf.
He's just flirting
around with her.
Yeah, well let
him flirt around,
I'm going to San Francisco.
Mickey will take me in.
Who's Mickey?
He's a drummer.
What about me?
You're just a kid.
You'll be all right.
He's given me too many lines.
Hey, Laura, can you
give me some dope, huh?
Wanna a ride?
What the hell.
Hey, thanks.
You coming back
from the wedding?
That what?
The wedding at the beach.
Nuh uh.
Do you like Wagner?
Oh, yeah.
Sure.
Super.
You can, um, let me off in town.
You guys must have
been, uh, working late.
Moonlighting.
Moonlighting.
Everybody was
out there tonight,
even the little creatures.
I found a lot of them.
A lot of what?
Beach rats.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
What do you do with them?
Do with them?
I eat them, that's
what I do with them.
I've got another, if you'd like.
No, no, no.
Thank you.
I... I'm just going to
get out right here.
You don't want it?
No, no, no, no.
It's a very nice night to walk.
Jesus.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey!
No!
Stop!
Stop!
JOSEPH LANG
July 17th.
I dread the night coming on now.
The fires on the beach
are more numerous.
And more of them are comingout at night from the town.
It's more horrifying
than I expected.
A crazy old man told
me a story today
about Point Dune a century agoand a dark stranger arriving,
and the monstrous
things that happened
to people when he came.
I thought I was going mad.
But worse now, I think thehideous things I'm seeing
are not imaginary.
What are you doing?
This is bull shit.
I can't get any stations in.
Laura didn't say anything else?
Give a girl a pair of
shoes and she walks out.
OnWUVI, radio 94 in Ludlow,
the voice of Idaho.
Idaho?
Idaho?
Where are all the stations here?
Why are they are all out?
There are no stations
in this town.
You can't hear anything.
Can we go, Thom?
It's not that I care.
It's just that I'm scared.
Of what?
I don't know.
I tried to sleep
and I fell in and
out of half dreams.
I remember my father sayingthat you're about to awaken when
you dream that you're dreaming.
Thom?
Father?
I feltlike I was losing control.
Losing control.
It's not nightmares
any longer, but
something like a sickness that'sstill there with the sunrise.
I think my body is being takenover by some unspeakable evil
that's turning me into...
Arletty, what's wrong?
I don't know.
The light was on in his studio.
I thought maybe he... I thoughtsomething was in there.
Come on.
Come on, it's all right.
But there was a painting.
Come on.
You've been having a bad dream.
Come on, get in.
I don't know what else to do.
Nobody in town knows him.
I don't know where else he'd go.
Arletty, I think you
should leave here.
That's a great idea,why don't you both leave?
And they maybe I can
get a little sleep!
Hello?
Yes, it is.
What?
Uh... I don't... where?
The police said it must
have been a mental problem.
They had picked up my
father twice in town.
He was found wandering
around before dawn.
He never knew where
he was or what he
was doing on the dark streets.
And then people reported
seeing him on the beach,
building a huge sculpture.
The tide must havecollapsed it on top of him.
After this is over and we getthrough with the paperwork,
I think you should takethe young lady out of town.
We're not really a tourist town.
And strangers only
bring problems.
JOSEPH LANG
July 20th.
If the cities of the worldwere destroyed tomorrow,
they would all be rebuiltto look like Point Dune,
entirely normal, quiet.
Silent, though,
because of the shared
horror... I know what's hidingnow beneath its stucco skin.
Amazing grace,
how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but
now... How is she?
I remember the night
my father died.
He was coming home
from work, drunk.
He...
It startedbleeding out of control.
They found children
eating raw meet.
And it was like the town
was festering with it.
An open sore until
the night that they...
We're never going toleave this place, are we?
Until the night
they came down out
of the canyon...
Somebody came
while you were gone.
Who?
I don't know.
I heard this noise at theother end of the house.
It sounded like somebody crying.
I looked all over, but
I didn't see anybody.
I'm bored.
Why don't you,
uh, go to a film.
A what?
A movie.
Oh, a show.
Great.
I get to take the car.
Then you two can
be alone together.
Isat in my father's chair.
The mundane scenes around
me were of Point Dune.
They were slightlydistorted and foreboding,
as if they were hiding somemessage, just as I knew now.
The town was hiding
some dark fear.
JOSEPH LANG
July 21st.
My body temperature
has dropped to 85.
This morning I
passed blood again.
It's as if the thingthat's taking over my body
no longer needs human blood.
Arletty, what's wrong?
What is it?
Your hand.
Oh.
Thom, I didn't feel it.
Why didn't I feel it, Thom?
I don't know.
It's as if the thing
that's taking over my bodyno longer needs human blood.
My father had beautiful hands.
They were fine, long,almost trembling fingers.
He was ashamed and went away.
He used to laugh and saythat after the revolution
he'd be shot, that
pale hands were
the mark of a decadent life.
That's how I knew.
Thom, why did they lie to me?
Those weren't his hands.
They were coarse and large.
That wasn't my father.
You sure?
Yes.
Dah, Toni.
You can't take all three of us.
Wrong.
Help!
Please!
Help.
No!
No!
Wait, please.
You've got to help.
We only live a couple
blocks from here.
We were... we were watchingTV when we heard them.
They... they came crashingthrough the sliding glass
door making that... that noise.
That awful noise.
We tried to get the
children, but they
already had then in the hall.
They went after
them like sharks.
My husband dragged
me out and we went
to some neighbors who had guns.
But it didn't stop them.
They kept attacking anyway.
He's still there.
You've got to help.
I... I can't.
What's wrong?
Your eye.
Oh no.
It's too late.
It's starting.
I'm very sorry.
JOSEPH LANG
July 28th.
I cut myself this morning.
My finger was nearly severed.
Without feeling any pain I...I ripped it off at the joint.
I felt nothing at all.
I... I've been
disintegrating rapidly.
Would you please disperse?
You are ordered to disperse.
Thom?
Father?
Arletty, I tried to warn you.
I dragged one of the bodiesthey killed up on the beach,
but you still didn't leave.
Little time left.
We'll have to go.
Tell people on the outside.
Warn them.
That what happened a hundredyears ago is happening again.
What?
Listen.
Please listen.
He came a hundred years ago.
A hunter first saw him.
Hetold the hunter that he had been
a minister and had
come over the mountains
with the Donner party.
He passed that horrible
winter with them
and saw men commit hideous acts.
He said that he himself
had eaten human flesh,
but had survived because he hadfaith, faith in a new master.
The hunter didn't understandwhen the dark stranger said he
was spreading his new religion.
When they found the hunter,
he looked as if he'd been
attacked by some kind
of animal, half eaten.
As he was dying, he toldthem of the dark stranger.
And they assumed
he was delirious.
When he went into a fit,biting them like a rabid dog,
they shot him.
The dark stranger
watched the chaos
and he walked into the sea.
And said he would return100 years later to a world
tired and disillusioned.
A world looking back toold gods and old dark ways.
Our world.
You've got to go now.
Most of this town's infected.
He's got to be destroyedbefore the moon turns blood red
and he returns to
lead them up the coast
and inland into the cities.
We can both go.
They took me and
they did this to me.
Help me.
Help me!
Please, help me!
Help me.
Help me.
Daddy?
We'll go home.
I can't.
I already tasted human flesh.
You got to kill him.
If you love your daddy,
you will kill him.
Can't bury him.
Don't put him in the ground.
Got to burn him.
Destroy his body.
Stay back!
Arletty?
Arletty?
Arletty?
Arletty?
Why didn't you leave?
I came back here to get you.
Thom, it's too late.
God.
I saw them in town.
They're traveling in
packs, like wolves.
I think they'll hold out.
Thom.
I was dreaming.
You were in a forest
and it was snowing.
The trees were wet and
you were looking up.
And I asked you what...
what you were thinking.
You said you were thinking aboutall the people who were born
and... and died while the
trees went on living.
Then we came to a
village and we spent
the night in the wood room.
The next day it was so coldwe stayed in bed to keep warm.
Thom, help!
Get out, get out.
We thought we must
have made it out of the town.
And then we saw the first one.
They were coming
down to the beach
as they did every night, tostare at the ocean and wait.
We could go no further.
They were all around, watchingus, staring at us, as if we
were trapped animals, caught,already bleeding, yet still
struggling hopelessly.
We hoped to make it to one ofthe small boats on the horizon.
And then we would drift back andhead for safety down the coast.
He was having
trouble with his arm.
I had hurt him and now
I couldn't help him.
Boats didn't seem any nearer.
Thom!
Thom!
Thom!
Thom!
Thom!
And the last thing I saw
was the setting sun.
They hadn't let me drown.
They had pulled
me from the water.
They had prevented
my last escape.
That night most of the
town was on the beach.
They built their fires, not forwarmth, but as beacons to be
seen from the black ocean.
They dressed me in an old gown.
I was to be offered.
And following their prophecy,the moon turned blood red.
And the dark stranger returned.
He let me go with a storythat condemned me, knowing
that they wouldn't listen.
He was right.
I made it back and
they put me here.
Hetold them of the dark stranger
and they assumed
he was delirious.
When he went into a fit,biting them like a rabid dog,
they shot him.
They night the moon
turned blood red...
The redder the
moon got up there,
the closer the people werebeing jerked into hell.
During the day
they let me out with the others.
We sit in the sun and waits.
We sleep and we dream.
Each of us dying slowly inthe prison of our minds.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
They say
that nightmares
are dreams perfected.
I've told them here
it wasn't a nightmare,
but they don't believe me.
They nod and make
little notes in my file.
And they watch me now, waitingfor me to scar my breasts,
to eat insects,
maybe, or to lift
my dress like some crazy, oldwoman and urinate on the floor.
But there's so little timeleft, you've got to listen.
Not far from here is a
small town on the coast.
They used to call
it New Bethlehem.
But they changed the
name to Point Doom
after the moon turned blood red.
Point Doom doesn't look anydifferent than a thousand
other neon stucco
towns, but what
happened there, what they didto me, what they're doing now...
They're coming here.
They're waiting at
the edge of the city.
They're peering around
buildings at night.
And they're waiting.
They're waiting for you.
And they'll take you
one by one and no one
will hear you scream.
No one will hear you scream!
I wentthere looking for my father.
He used to spend winters
in Point Doom, painting.
Then after my mother
died, he stayed.
And his letters became ouronly contact, until recently,
when his letters became
more and more bizarre
and finally stopped.
I have little time now.
I can't write again.
You mustn't worry.
And please, you mustpromise not to follow me.
I'm afraid to see
people anymore.
It's better that I wait
alone for it to come.
Fill her up?
Yes, please.
Dogs, stray dogs.
It doesn't sound like dogs.
Has to be.
Has to be dogs.
I've hunted in them
woods out there,
nothing but quail and rabbits.
Rabbits don't make that sound.
That's Point Dune
ahead, isn't it?
Why do you want to
go to Point Dune?
I'm visiting somebody there.
I can't understand why anybodywould want to go to Point Dune,
visiting.
I mean, it's just a
piss poor little down.
It's deader than hell.
You forgot...
Hello there.
Fill her up?
$2.00.
No knock.
Yes, sir.
Machine's broke, lady,
don't you have any cash?
Well, no, but this is...
That's all right, forget it.
Oh...
Get out.
Get your... your stamps?
Father?
Father?
Father?
JOSEPH LANG
June 30th.
For three nights
now I haven't slept.
I don't know how muchlonger I can keep this up.
The visions are coming
from areas of my mind
that I don't understand.
July 2nd.
These grotesque images
keep crowding in on me.
At night I find myself
wandering alone in town,
catching glimpses of horridanimals I know can't be there.
And along Clark
Beach faces haunt me.
Pale women with sleeplesseyes and shadowy figures
staring toward the black water.
Hedidn't return that night.
I walked along the beach in themorning, as I'm sure he must
have, coming out of
the nightmares he spoke
of, back into the daylight.
I drove into town.
It was hot already.
I saw an art gallery
and I thought
they might know my father.
The art dealer was blind.
Her fingers moved like apale spider over my face.
Joseph Lang?
Do I know who he is?
We do get magazines inPoint Dune, which some of us
can even read.
Well, I meant, I'm
looking for him.
And I thought maybe you
knew him personally.
Point Dune isn't
an artist colony.
I heard he did take peopleout there, mostly women.
But they weren't
from Point Dune.
Uh, there were some peoplein this morning looking
for your father, which
means some people do
like his brand of art.
Who were they?
I don't know, strangers.
I think they're staying
at the Seven Seas.
I'm as old as the hills.
Mama delivered me herself.
She took me from
between her legs,
bloody little mess, just aboutto feed me to the chickens.
And daddy said, maybe we
could use a boy, Lotty.
That's how I came
into the world.
Excuse me, they
said at the gallery
that you were looking
for Joseph Lang.
He's my father and I just...
Just come in and
close the door.
All I want to know is if...
Close the door.
Go ahead, Charlie.
Hard to remember
back on things.
But I... I remember the
red moonlight daddy
told me about, only once.
Momma gave him a bad lookwhen he talked about it.
He was only a boy himself, then.
He called it the blood moon.
He said that was the nightthat he lost religion.
He learned that men
could do... could do
horrible things, like animals.
I'm really hungry.
I've got the munchies.
Shut up.
Go ahead, Charlie.
What about the moon?
100 years ago the moon startedturning red up in the sky
and things began to happen.
It was like the redder
the moon got up there,
the closer that people werebeing jerked toward hell.
Or that people started
bleeding out of control.
They found children
eating raw meat.
It was like the town isfestering with an... an open
sore, until the
night that they...
until the night they camedown out of the canyon and...
Who came down, Charlie.
I've got to go.
Charlie.
Take the wine, Charlie.
Wow, thanks for your
kindly hospitality.
I'm looking for my father.
Do you know him?
I know of him.
They told me at the gallery...
We drove by the
gallery this morning.
I happened to see all
his works in the window.
I didn't know that
he lived here.
They didn't have any
of his paintings there.
Well, that's popularity.
Because they did this morning.
I offered to buy one
and the old woman
said they weren't for sale.
As a matter of fact, it
was a portrait of you.
Tom likes to collect things.
Like old drunks?
Old fashioned retort.
What's a retort?
Toni, you're half girl,
half child and half wit.
Sit on it, sister.
Don't be afraid, I'm an uglyold man, but I'm harmless.
It's about your daddy.
They mustn't hear me.
I've got 'em fooled.
I get drunk, sleep on
the sidewalk like a dog
and they let me be.
I ain't crazy.
Hello, Charlie.
What about my father?
You have to kill him.
You're crazy.
You can't bury him.
Don't put him in the ground.
You got to burn him.
You got to put fire to his body.
Ispent the afternoon in town,
asking about my father.
The reaction was
always the same,
people would only stare orshake their heads and back away.
JOSEPH LANG
July 6th.
Arletty called this morning.
I listened to her, but couldn'tlet her know I was here.
My voice would
have terrified her.
At times I make noises
which don't seem human.
And my mind is letting go.
I try to remember the past,my daughter, but I can't.
Instead I... I think of death.
Always death.
What are you doing here?
You looked so comfortablel didn't want to wake you.
You're very pretty
when you sleep.
Mmm, I'm going to take a nap.
Wanna come?
Later.
You can't stay here.
Just for the night.
I'm willing to pay.
We had little
trouble at the motel.
You remember the old gentlemanwho was telling us the story?
Of course I do.
He was mad.
Perhaps, but when theyfound him this afternoon,
he was dead.
The police came
and questioned us.
Needless to say,
they weren't very
understanding what with me andmy two traveling companions.
And then suddenly,
every other motel locked
and shuttered its windows.
You're the only
other person we know.
What happened to the old man?
They found his
body in the alley.
He must have passed
out or something.
The police theorize that
it must've been dogs.
They found this body half eaten.
I let them stay.
I never understood why.
It was as if I'd come
into a foreign town
where I didn't
speak the language
and I was sharing
a house with people
I'd have never met
in my other life.
Would you like some wine.
This wind is strange.
It's like the sirocco.
It blows across theMediterranean from Africa.
I was born in
Portugal, in a castle.
I thought it was
a villa in Spain.
My mother was a
Portuguese, aristocrat.
My father was rich and American.
I have a castle that
stands above the sea.
One of our legend tells that...
Tom, what are we doing
in this shitty place?
I don't know.
As I was saying.
Every race has their
legends, the Romans,
the Greeks, even the
folk here in Point Dune
had their stories.
I'm interested in theirstory about the blood moon.
What was your father doing here?
He didn't know anybody here.
He could paint.
Has your father
been painting long?
Laura's quite the art critic.
She use to model,
photographers mostly.
She specialized inexotic poses with snakes.
Oh, Tom just gets so
clever when he's trying
to get into somebody's pants.
Listen, when you
go to bed with him
tonight, why don't you let him...
Laura, I am tired of havingto apologize for you.
Yuck, this stuff
is shitty tasting.
You're not supposed
to eat the fuzz.
He said hewas a collector of old legends.
He thought my father
knew something
about the legend of Point Dune.
I told my father wasn't here.
He said they could wait.
Are you lost?
No.
I've been walking.
Have you seen the
fires on the beach?
No, I haven't.
Goodnight.
There is something
you could do for me.
What?
My zipper is stuck, on my vest.
I'm sure one of your travelingcompanions could help.
Oh, they're very angry with me.
They get jealous whenl'm around strange women.
How awkward.
Really.
So if you just...
it wasn't very hard.
No, I'm sure you could
have done it yourself.
Goodnight.
You don't just unzip a
man and say goodnight.
You are aren't you?
So am I. Goodnight.
Going out tonight?
I'm splitting.
Oh.
How long?
Forever.
That's a long time.
Why?
Because I'm tired.
I'm tired of him.
I'm tired of this place.
He didn't get lost, you know?
He came here on purpose.
And while Point Dune.
Have you tried the beach?
Maybe you could
learn to body surf.
He's just flirting
around with her.
Yeah, well let
him flirt around,
I'm going to San Francisco.
Mickey will take me in.
Who's Mickey?
He's a drummer.
What about me?
You're just a kid.
You'll be all right.
He's given me too many lines.
Hey, Laura, can you
give me some dope, huh?
Wanna a ride?
What the hell.
Hey, thanks.
You coming back
from the wedding?
That what?
The wedding at the beach.
Nuh uh.
Do you like Wagner?
Oh, yeah.
Sure.
Super.
You can, um, let me off in town.
You guys must have
been, uh, working late.
Moonlighting.
Moonlighting.
Everybody was
out there tonight,
even the little creatures.
I found a lot of them.
A lot of what?
Beach rats.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
What do you do with them?
Do with them?
I eat them, that's
what I do with them.
I've got another, if you'd like.
No, no, no.
Thank you.
I... I'm just going to
get out right here.
You don't want it?
No, no, no, no.
It's a very nice night to walk.
Jesus.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey!
No!
Stop!
Stop!
JOSEPH LANG
July 17th.
I dread the night coming on now.
The fires on the beach
are more numerous.
And more of them are comingout at night from the town.
It's more horrifying
than I expected.
A crazy old man told
me a story today
about Point Dune a century agoand a dark stranger arriving,
and the monstrous
things that happened
to people when he came.
I thought I was going mad.
But worse now, I think thehideous things I'm seeing
are not imaginary.
What are you doing?
This is bull shit.
I can't get any stations in.
Laura didn't say anything else?
Give a girl a pair of
shoes and she walks out.
OnWUVI, radio 94 in Ludlow,
the voice of Idaho.
Idaho?
Idaho?
Where are all the stations here?
Why are they are all out?
There are no stations
in this town.
You can't hear anything.
Can we go, Thom?
It's not that I care.
It's just that I'm scared.
Of what?
I don't know.
I tried to sleep
and I fell in and
out of half dreams.
I remember my father sayingthat you're about to awaken when
you dream that you're dreaming.
Thom?
Father?
I feltlike I was losing control.
Losing control.
It's not nightmares
any longer, but
something like a sickness that'sstill there with the sunrise.
I think my body is being takenover by some unspeakable evil
that's turning me into...
Arletty, what's wrong?
I don't know.
The light was on in his studio.
I thought maybe he... I thoughtsomething was in there.
Come on.
Come on, it's all right.
But there was a painting.
Come on.
You've been having a bad dream.
Come on, get in.
I don't know what else to do.
Nobody in town knows him.
I don't know where else he'd go.
Arletty, I think you
should leave here.
That's a great idea,why don't you both leave?
And they maybe I can
get a little sleep!
Hello?
Yes, it is.
What?
Uh... I don't... where?
The police said it must
have been a mental problem.
They had picked up my
father twice in town.
He was found wandering
around before dawn.
He never knew where
he was or what he
was doing on the dark streets.
And then people reported
seeing him on the beach,
building a huge sculpture.
The tide must havecollapsed it on top of him.
After this is over and we getthrough with the paperwork,
I think you should takethe young lady out of town.
We're not really a tourist town.
And strangers only
bring problems.
JOSEPH LANG
July 20th.
If the cities of the worldwere destroyed tomorrow,
they would all be rebuiltto look like Point Dune,
entirely normal, quiet.
Silent, though,
because of the shared
horror... I know what's hidingnow beneath its stucco skin.
Amazing grace,
how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but
now... How is she?
I remember the night
my father died.
He was coming home
from work, drunk.
He...
It startedbleeding out of control.
They found children
eating raw meet.
And it was like the town
was festering with it.
An open sore until
the night that they...
We're never going toleave this place, are we?
Until the night
they came down out
of the canyon...
Somebody came
while you were gone.
Who?
I don't know.
I heard this noise at theother end of the house.
It sounded like somebody crying.
I looked all over, but
I didn't see anybody.
I'm bored.
Why don't you,
uh, go to a film.
A what?
A movie.
Oh, a show.
Great.
I get to take the car.
Then you two can
be alone together.
Isat in my father's chair.
The mundane scenes around
me were of Point Dune.
They were slightlydistorted and foreboding,
as if they were hiding somemessage, just as I knew now.
The town was hiding
some dark fear.
JOSEPH LANG
July 21st.
My body temperature
has dropped to 85.
This morning I
passed blood again.
It's as if the thingthat's taking over my body
no longer needs human blood.
Arletty, what's wrong?
What is it?
Your hand.
Oh.
Thom, I didn't feel it.
Why didn't I feel it, Thom?
I don't know.
It's as if the thing
that's taking over my bodyno longer needs human blood.
My father had beautiful hands.
They were fine, long,almost trembling fingers.
He was ashamed and went away.
He used to laugh and saythat after the revolution
he'd be shot, that
pale hands were
the mark of a decadent life.
That's how I knew.
Thom, why did they lie to me?
Those weren't his hands.
They were coarse and large.
That wasn't my father.
You sure?
Yes.
Dah, Toni.
You can't take all three of us.
Wrong.
Help!
Please!
Help.
No!
No!
Wait, please.
You've got to help.
We only live a couple
blocks from here.
We were... we were watchingTV when we heard them.
They... they came crashingthrough the sliding glass
door making that... that noise.
That awful noise.
We tried to get the
children, but they
already had then in the hall.
They went after
them like sharks.
My husband dragged
me out and we went
to some neighbors who had guns.
But it didn't stop them.
They kept attacking anyway.
He's still there.
You've got to help.
I... I can't.
What's wrong?
Your eye.
Oh no.
It's too late.
It's starting.
I'm very sorry.
JOSEPH LANG
July 28th.
I cut myself this morning.
My finger was nearly severed.
Without feeling any pain I...I ripped it off at the joint.
I felt nothing at all.
I... I've been
disintegrating rapidly.
Would you please disperse?
You are ordered to disperse.
Thom?
Father?
Arletty, I tried to warn you.
I dragged one of the bodiesthey killed up on the beach,
but you still didn't leave.
Little time left.
We'll have to go.
Tell people on the outside.
Warn them.
That what happened a hundredyears ago is happening again.
What?
Listen.
Please listen.
He came a hundred years ago.
A hunter first saw him.
Hetold the hunter that he had been
a minister and had
come over the mountains
with the Donner party.
He passed that horrible
winter with them
and saw men commit hideous acts.
He said that he himself
had eaten human flesh,
but had survived because he hadfaith, faith in a new master.
The hunter didn't understandwhen the dark stranger said he
was spreading his new religion.
When they found the hunter,
he looked as if he'd been
attacked by some kind
of animal, half eaten.
As he was dying, he toldthem of the dark stranger.
And they assumed
he was delirious.
When he went into a fit,biting them like a rabid dog,
they shot him.
The dark stranger
watched the chaos
and he walked into the sea.
And said he would return100 years later to a world
tired and disillusioned.
A world looking back toold gods and old dark ways.
Our world.
You've got to go now.
Most of this town's infected.
He's got to be destroyedbefore the moon turns blood red
and he returns to
lead them up the coast
and inland into the cities.
We can both go.
They took me and
they did this to me.
Help me.
Help me!
Please, help me!
Help me.
Help me.
Daddy?
We'll go home.
I can't.
I already tasted human flesh.
You got to kill him.
If you love your daddy,
you will kill him.
Can't bury him.
Don't put him in the ground.
Got to burn him.
Destroy his body.
Stay back!
Arletty?
Arletty?
Arletty?
Arletty?
Why didn't you leave?
I came back here to get you.
Thom, it's too late.
God.
I saw them in town.
They're traveling in
packs, like wolves.
I think they'll hold out.
Thom.
I was dreaming.
You were in a forest
and it was snowing.
The trees were wet and
you were looking up.
And I asked you what...
what you were thinking.
You said you were thinking aboutall the people who were born
and... and died while the
trees went on living.
Then we came to a
village and we spent
the night in the wood room.
The next day it was so coldwe stayed in bed to keep warm.
Thom, help!
Get out, get out.
We thought we must
have made it out of the town.
And then we saw the first one.
They were coming
down to the beach
as they did every night, tostare at the ocean and wait.
We could go no further.
They were all around, watchingus, staring at us, as if we
were trapped animals, caught,already bleeding, yet still
struggling hopelessly.
We hoped to make it to one ofthe small boats on the horizon.
And then we would drift back andhead for safety down the coast.
He was having
trouble with his arm.
I had hurt him and now
I couldn't help him.
Boats didn't seem any nearer.
Thom!
Thom!
Thom!
Thom!
Thom!
And the last thing I saw
was the setting sun.
They hadn't let me drown.
They had pulled
me from the water.
They had prevented
my last escape.
That night most of the
town was on the beach.
They built their fires, not forwarmth, but as beacons to be
seen from the black ocean.
They dressed me in an old gown.
I was to be offered.
And following their prophecy,the moon turned blood red.
And the dark stranger returned.
He let me go with a storythat condemned me, knowing
that they wouldn't listen.
He was right.
I made it back and
they put me here.
Hetold them of the dark stranger
and they assumed
he was delirious.
When he went into a fit,biting them like a rabid dog,
they shot him.
They night the moon
turned blood red...
The redder the
moon got up there,
the closer the people werebeing jerked into hell.
During the day
they let me out with the others.
We sit in the sun and waits.
We sleep and we dream.
Each of us dying slowly inthe prison of our minds.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.