Scream Baby Scream (1969) - full transcript

[music playing]

[music playing]

[screaming]

Oh my god!

Tell me exactly
how it happened.

Where did it come from?

I don't know
where it came from.

All right.

I didn't see anyone.

Have your driver's license--
I need a little bit of--

I don't know where-- I don't
know where he came from!



Oh my god.

Where did he come from?

--[inaudible] what happened
here-- come over here--

[sirens blaring]

I don't know what to do!

[music playing]

I've got to go back.

I've gotta-- she's
still back there.

I've got to go back--

Just relax, son.

Just relax.

I've got to go back.

I've got to go back.

She's still there.



I've got to go back.

This won't hurt.

That's the boy.

What's your name?

Jason, Jason Grant.

You live at home
with your folks?

Uh-uh, no.

Let me ask you this, is
there anyone to care for you

while you're recuperating?

Janet?

Janet?

Janet who?

Janet Wells.

[music playing]

You don't understand,
I've got to go back.

She's still there.
I've got--

Just calm down.

Calm down.

What do you do, Jason?

Me?

I'm a student.

What are you studying?

I'm an art student.

JASON: [THINKING] Two weeks.

Was it only two weeks
ago that all this began?

[music playing]

Well, well, well, Ms. Wells.

You have a great deal of talent.

Yes, very good.

If you'd spend less
time being cute,

you'd have more time
for your drawing.

That's really good, Janet.

Thanks, Marika.

But it could be better.

I'm afraid we'll have to
call it quits for the day.

I'll see you all tomorrow.

Well, see you in the morning.

You don't have
to wait that long.

Sorry, Joyce.

I've got other plans.

Won't you even
take a rain check?

Maybe next week, OK?

Ciao.

Hey Janet, I'm really starving.

Let's go eat.

Food?

Did someone say food?

That's a wonderful idea.

Who invited you?

Uh, here he goes again.

Mr. Instant Uptight.

Scotty is coming,
because I invited him.

OK.

Come on, let's go.

Hm.

Hey Marika?

Yes, Jason.

Would you care to join us?

Why, I'd love to.

But maybe you three would like
to be alone for a change, hm?

Ha, ha, ha.

Come on.

[music playing]

Who's there?

[gasping]

[screaming]

And where do you
think you're going?

With you.

Where did you think I was going?

Not tonight, Jason.

What do you mean?

Look, I'm tired, I dirty.

And I want to go to sleep.

Good.

It just so happens
I'm tired and dirty.

And I could use a
good night's sleep.

Then you better go home.

Because I feel like
painting for a few hours.

First you say
you want to sleep.

And then you say you
want to paint all night.

What are you trying to tell me?

Look, I just feel like
being alone for one night.

Sometimes I wonder why
you bother to pay rent

on that apartment of yours.

So do I. I'd just
as soon give it up.

We could be living proof that
two can live as cheap as one.

Dead proof.

If my parents come into
town for a little visit?

We can take care of them.

How?

By making it all legal.

Please don't start that again.

Why, you love me don't you?

Of course I do.

Well?

I just don't know I'm
ready to play housewife yet.

And you never will be, if
you keep analyzing everything.

I just feel something's
missing, that's all.

I don't intend going
on like this forever.

Try and hold out a
little while longer.

Yeah.

Well, you just go
out in the house

there, and paint
your masterpiece.

Jason, you'll never change.

See you tomorrow.

[screaming]

[music playing]

Morning.

What happened to
the other model?

She didn't show up.

I'm sorry about last night.

I just felt like working.

That's OK, I'm
getting used to it.

I'll fix you dinner tonight.

Is that really necessary?

What's that?

Such attention to detail.

OK, you can take
your break now.

When Mr. Butler gets here,
try and look talented?

Charles Butler,
master of the macabre.

Well, I certainly
hope he doesn't

look like one of his paintings.

Don't be so sarcastic.

You might learn something.

Are you kidding?

That man's work
really turns me off.

He happens to be a
very important artist.

Listen to this.

It has been said that
Charles Butler paints

the dark side of the soul.

Although his work
reflects a very dim view

of the human condition, he has
nevertheless captured on canvas

the violent strain that
exists in the soft underbelly

of our society.
-Violenced?

Let me see that.

Aren't they fascinating?

Fascinating?

Why anyone buys this
junk is beyond me.

They buy it
because they dig it.

They buy it because
it's in fashion.

It's the technique
that intrigues me.

I'll have to agree with Jason.

I think they're superficial.

You two just can't
see, that's all.

What's there to see?

To me, it looks
like a bad dream.

Is all the we see or see
but a dream within a dream?

I was eavesdropping.

Please forgive me.

Mr. Butler, so
good of you to come.

Thank you for allowing me.

Students, this is
Charles Butler, although I

know he needs no introduction.

How do you do?

Hi.

Mr. Butler said that
he'd like to meet you all.

It's always a
pleasure for me to meet

those who represent the future.

Would you like to see
some of their work?

Very much.

Perhaps I can even
find something

for my own collection?

Mr. Butler?

Yes?

I'd like to ask you a question.

Go right ahead.

Do you feel your work has
influenced other artists?

I'm afraid I lead a
rather cloistered life.

I haven't had much
opportunity to view

the work of my contemporaries.

Excuse me, sir.

How did you arrive at
your present style?

Imagination, inspiration,
and the resources

acquired during a lifetime
experimenting with techniques.

That's very interesting.

Mr. Butler, where do
you find your models?

It's not easy, given my
specialized requirements.

Are you trying to mirror an
aspect of contemporary life?

A lofty ambition, but I'll be
satisfied if my work mirrors

my own particular
fascination with the, shall

we say the darker side of life?

I leave interpretation
to the critics.

Mr. Butler, why are your
paintings so grotesque?

Grotesque?

No man can dictate to another
where he must find his beauty.

Each man must find
his own truth,

and create according to
that truth as best he can.

I have found mine, and it
is reflected in my work.

But don't you
think the artist has

a responsibility to elevate,
nourish the human spirit?

The only responsibility is
to be true to your own vision.

Nothing else matters.

This is quite good.

You have a great deal
of talent, Miss--

Wells.

But please call me Janet.

Why, thank you, Janet.

Hm, you have a
great deal of talent,

Ms., uh-- [HIGH-PITCHED]
Please call me Janet.

I could do without that man,
his attitude and his work.

What did he ever do to you?

Uh, he gives me the creeps.

That's because
you can't separate

the artist from his work.

I've got a feeling
you'd like to try.

Maybe.

Watch it, baby.

Maybe he could paint
me in a corner,

but he doesn't compete
with me-- not for you.

Well, well, what
do we have here?

Please don't let
us disturb you.

That's all right.

I want to get our
dinner started.

Hey, dig it, why don't we
all get together tomorrow

and take a little trip?

Hey, yeah, how about a picnic?

How about a what?

You know, Marika,
sometimes I think you

and I just don't communicate.

Marika, he means acid.

Let's Jason, you said
we would sometime.

And we will, sometime.

Don't worry, I'll talk
him into it tonight.

I'll twist his arm a little.

How about you, Marika?

Yeah, I don't know--

She'll be there, I see to that.

Hey, listen, you
want a ride home?

Yeah, I'll bring [inaudible].

All right.

I'll give you a buzz in the
morning, let you know what time

and where, OK?

Don't be late for dinner,
I want to do some work late.

I didn't mean to
break anything up.

God, can she be
inconsiderate at times?

Well, she says
things about thinking.

We all do.

You know what your trouble is?

You're too considerate.

I'm just telling
you what I see.

Yeah, that's what I mean.

You know, I don't
understand you.

If you love someone--
I mean really,

really love someone-- then
you take them as they are.

You sound like an expert.

Make I am.

[music playing]

Want some more wine?

No thanks.

Didn't you like it?

What's that?

My spaghetti sauce.

Mm, it was good, very good.

You eat so fast, how
could you taste it?

Can't you find a subject more
suitable for your talents?

Like what?

Like me, for instance.

You won't be still long enough.

That's not what
you said last week.

I'm so sleepy.

Amen.

Ah-- you've really
got it made, buddy.

[cat meowing]

Guess what?

This summer, as soon as school
is out, we are going to Spain.

We're going to rent a little
house on the beach, paint, fish

and live off the
fat of the land.

I can't go.

Huh?

I can't go.

What do you mean?

I've signed up for the
anatomy course this summer.

I'll give you all the
anatomy lessons you need.

All right, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Come on, what is it?

I don't know, I guess I just
stopped to think too long.

What are you thinking about?

About my work mostly.

Oh, your work.

Well, don't say it like that.

Well, how am I
supposed to say it?

I don't know,
but not like that.

How about, um-- [PLUCKS
GUITAR STRING] oh, your work?

Oh, your work?

Oh, your work.

You asked me what's
wrong, didn't you?

I want to paint too.

Only I don't let it eat up
my whole life the way you do.

You're different, that's all.

I take my work furiously.

I know.

I'll never be the greatest
painter that ever came along,

but I'll make a damn
good Illustrator.

And that's better than being
some tormented Van Gogh.

Why do you paint?

Why don't you be a plumber?

Well, maybe I would
be a plumber, if I

thought it would make me happy.

What's happy anyway?

I don't know.

But you keep running
at this rate,

and you're going to
burn yourself out.

That's my problem.

People can't keep up
with that kind of running.

Then I'll leave them behind.

Isn't that kind of callous?

Just honest.

Would you be lonely?

Who isn't?

Even now?

Even now.

[music playing]

[screaming]

The window, there's
something at the window.

Oh!

What is it?

I stubbed my toe.

There's nothing out there.

You realize it's 4
o'clock in the morning,

and you sit there
looking out the window?

But I saw something
that's horrible.

Ah, you've been looking at
too many of Butler's drawings.

But I saw something,
I know I did.

Don't be afraid, my dear.

I want to drink your blood.

Oh, don't be cute, Jason.

I'm frightened.

Well, if you'd stop acting
like we're in Transylvania,

I can stop talking
like Count Dracula,

and we can both get some sleep.

You know-- I think I must
be going out of my head.

You kids are really great.

One peppercorn, is
that all you want?

Yeah, that's all we want, Max.

I suppose you want four spoons?

No thanks, we'll
uh, share this one.

Communal lip.

Just to think, some day you kids
are gonna take over the world.

Drink hard.

Max, baby, you're all heart.

Well, kiddies, I guess the
time has finally arrived.

Now for the benefit of
those who have never

seen acid before, here it is.

It looks just
like a sugar cube.

It is a sugar cube.

You see, acid is a
transparent liquid.

So we just soak
it into the cube.

What does it taste like?

Well, it doesn't
really have any taste.

That's why we drop it in
the coffee and take it.

How do you know it's good acid?

What's the matter,
you getting cold feet?

Come on, Jason, you promised.

Maybe Jason's right.

Well, listen, I'm not
twisting anybody's arm.

I mean, if you're
afraid to take acid,

then just bow out gracefully
now, before we blow

the whole afternoon sitting
around arguing over who's in

and who's out.

Please, Jason, you
gave me your word.

Yeah, I know I did.

Hey.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll flip a coin.

Heads are in, tails, you're our.

Forget it.

We're here, aren't we.

Let's get on with it.

Marika, how about you?

I guess so.

Good.

Now that we've all made a
unanimous decision on this,

what do you say we see what's
shaking in the outer limits?

I wish I felt as calm
as the rest of you.

Now it may get a little
hairy once in a while,

but don't let it flip you out.

Just hang on to a
nice thought, and man,

it's going to be beautiful.

[engines blaring]

[music playing]

What are you doing?

I'm looking at my hand.

I'm really seeing it.

That's a beautiful hand.

Do you know what I wish?

What do you wish?

I wish this would never end.

Too bad we have to be
stoned to feel like that.

Do you have to say that?

I'm sorry.

[fake accent] Well, Ms. Wells,
you seem greatly disturbed.

Perhaps we have touched on
something significant here?

Hey, you know, I
think you're crazy.

Crazy in love
with you, my dear.

Head over heels in
love with you, my dear.

[music playing]

You are really crazy?

Isn't this beautiful, Jason?

Jason?

[screaming]

There's something back
there, it's horrible!

All right, hold it.
Just calm down.

Now tell me what happened.

There was a man, but
with a hideous face.

All right, I'll-- I'll
take a look, all right?

Now you just relax,
and I'll be right back.

Be careful.

[clears throat]

You startled me.

I'm sorry--

Beautiful, don't you think?

[music playing]

I don't know what's
happening to me.

I feel like such a fool.

That's all right.

You're not the first one who
had a bad trip, especially

the first time around.

But what about last night?

He was so real.

What about last night?

Never mind.

She had a bad dream, that's all.

Somehow I feel like
it's still near.

Yeah, I know.

But don't forget, you
were pretty stoned.

And you can really
see some wild things.

But I don't want to
see things like that.

There are lots of
things in this world

that people don't like.

But they're there just
the same, and you've

got to learn to deal with them.

Not me.

If it doesn't fit,
I throw it out.

You can't live your
whole life that way.

I won't live it any other way.

Look, if it doesn't
work, then rub it out.

OK?

You're all better.

Hey, isn't there a party
or something tonight?

What do you mean party?

Don't tell me I wasted
all that good acid.

What are you talking about?

My group's playing
at the club tonight.

I'm expecting to
see you all there.

If you pick me up later, we
can meet them both at the club.

I want to paint now.

Could you drop me off at school?

Sure, OK.

[music playing]

Who's there?

Mr. Butler?

I've frightened you, I'm sorry.

Well, It's just that I
was expecting someone else.

I had a feeling
you'd might be here.

But I didn't even
know I'd be coming

here until a little while ago.

You seem to be working.

Am I interrupting?

I wish you were-- I guess I
lost my inspiration on the way

over.

Ah-- I've come at an
opportune time then.

I had a feeling you
understood my work.

Your face intrigued me so,
that-- that I did this for you.

I feel so strange.

Like a nightmare that I
don't want to think about.

I can't help being
attracted by it.

It's yours.

But you can't.

Oh please, it was done for you.

Yet I will always
possess it in my own way.

I know what you mean.

It's just the same for me.

What you paint has to
become part of you,

or it can't be any good.

Of course.

Which is why calling
this a nightmare

seems so strange to me.

I'm sorry.

You need be.

You see, yesterday's
nightmare is today's dream

and tomorrow's reality.

Well, today's reality
is that I can't work,

and that's a nightmare to me.

Do you ever have that problem?

If you know what you're
attempting to accomplish,

then there is no problem.

What if you're not certain?

Then find out.

But without the answer
to that, you're lost.

I know.

My life is so full
of confusion, I

can't see through it sometimes.

Then find a way out
of the confusion.

Have you found a
way out, to do this?

If you go beyond imagination
and create an entirely new

world, then the
one you have left

becomes far less
real than the one

you have found-- even
if you have to build

that new world yourself.

I wouldn't even
know where to begin.

Never worry about
the beginning.

It's the work itself
that gives us meaning.

Does your work
mean so much to you?

Yes.

I would do anything for my work.

Oh, excuse me.

I'll wait for you outside.

No, no.

Please stay.

I was just leaving.

Haven't we met?

That's right.

We met the other day.

Jason's in class with me.

Unfortunate for him.

Well, I must be going.

Goodnight, Mr. Butler.

And thank you for the painting.

I hope I'll see you again soon.

I hope so.

Well, well, well, haven't we
become cozy all of a sudden?

Don't start that again, Jason.

Well, what in the hell
was he doing here anyway?

He just came by
to give me this.

Good Lord, he must be joking.

[laughter]

[grunting]

[applause]

[music playing]

[SINGING] You can't
rely on the next

emotion when she walks away.

You think you're gonna cry.

You can't rely in
the way that you feel

when you know that she's gone.

You think you're gonna die.

[SINGING] In time.

[SINGING] You feel better
when you forget her.

Oh, you'd be so happy.

She'll be happy too
with someone new.

She'll be happy too
with someone new.

Some people will
never [inaudible]

and when the day
comes, you'll know

that someone is right for you.

Couldn't be wrong for you.

Feel it, don't fight it.

You can rely.

And I know that's
goodbye, because when she

decided she might say goodbye.

You can't rely that
the feeling inside

is not your stupid pride.

And she might pass you bye.

You feel better
when you forget her.

Ah, you'll be so happy.

She'll be happy too
with someone new.

She'll be happy too
with someone new.

[applause]

[music playing]

Where's Janet?

Oh, she's over there
dancing with some guy.

She looks nice tonight.

You want to dance with me?

Hey, why don't you sit
down and cool it, will you?

Has anyone seen my purse?

It's over here, Janet.

Thanks to the girl scouts,
we're going to get to stoned.

That's my girl,
always prepared.

Not now, thanks.

That's nice.

I wish I had Butler's
painting to look at now.

Haven't you had enough
depravity for one day?

It's not my fault
you can't see beauty.

I see yours, and I don't
like his version of it.

Too bad.

Because it's part
of my life now.

Well, I don't like that part.

Some people will settle for it.

Good, let them.

OK.

And it won't be the
first time either.

You rat.

Somebody calling me?

No.

Oh, I get it.
You two are fighting again--

That's none of your business.

You know, you're just
wasting your time.

You're going to make
up later on anyway.

I don't have to do anything.

Can't you listen to anyone?

You mean him?

Hey, do me a favor-- uh, don't
bring me into your arguments.

You listen to him enough
for the both of us.

Why not, if he's
got something to say?

Hey, please don't
fight over me.

Oh, bug off.

Don't talk to him like that.

Yeah, don't talk
to him like that.

I don't care if I never
talk to him at all.

But I don't think we care
to stay here any longer.

I don't think we do.

Will you take me home, Scotty?

Sure, come on.

You're not going anywhere.

I'll do anything I want to.

Not with him, you won't.

Listen, man, she does
whatever she digs to do.

She wants to go with
me, then that's groovy.

Let me go.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Forget it, man.

You're really uptight.

Jason, this time
you went too far.

[music playing]

Jason, sit down.

I'll be right there.

Does it hurt much?

No, it's OK.

Come on, lean back.

Jason, this might hurt.

Good, things have been
going too well lately.

Getting sorry for
ourselves, are we?

Don't want to play with the
other children anymore, hm?

You're really very
sweet, you know that?

And you're very upset.

That's got nothing
to do with it.

[music playing]

I'm sorry.

Why, Jason?

This might sound phony to
you, but you deserve better.

But Jason, I don't understand.

No, listen.

We could spend the
night together,

and it would be beautiful.

But tomorrow I just want
to go back to Janet.

You see what I mean?

Well, I hope you know
what you're doing.

So do I.

Well, I guess I
better be going.

Are you sure you
don't mind being alone?

Not tonight.

Jason?

Jason, call me in the morning.

I will.

Thanks.

For what?

Just thanks.

I guess he really
brought you down, huh?

He sure brought me
down the hard way.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I guess I just don't
know when to shut up.

It's not your fault.

I just never thought
he had it in him.

You know, you never
cease to amaze me.

I mean, every time I stick
my big foot in my mouth,

you always come to my rescue.

And I really don't know what
I've done to deserve it.

You can say you're lucky.

It's kind of strange
isn't it, how we

all use something for a crutch?

I mean, I'm always
the innocent clown.

And you're always hiding
behind your canvases.

Why don't you
stop playing games,

and take up painting seriously?

Eh, maybe I will someday.

[music playing]

Do you think you
could take me home now?

I will if you promise we can
get together again sometime.

I mean, even if it's
just to sit and talk.

I'll think about it.

Janet, before we go,
there is one thing

I would like to say though.

There's a crab crawling
across your foot.

Oh, now you've done it.

I'll never find
him in this dark.

Caesar?

Where are you?

[meowing]

Janet?

Janet?

Caesar?

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty?

Where are you?

Janet?

--[inaudible] Caesar,
where are you?

[screaming]

[phone ringing]

Still no answer?

Nope.

Well, she probably
went home to visit

her parents for the weekend.

But then why didn't
she say something?

I don't know.

Oh, she'll be back
in a couple of days.

Yeah, maybe.

[music playing]

Man, I'm so tired, I
could sleep for a year.

What the hell was that?

My mouth feels like the
bottom of a bird cage.

Hey babe, why don't you
take me home to roost?

Cool it.

I've had enough
vultures for one day.

Well, you struck out again.

Hey, it looks like someone
didn't make it home last night.

Hey, maybe they
stopped for a few winks.

Let's get a little
closer to the situation.

Now come on.

Maybe they want to be alone.

You see any do
not disturb sign?

Come on.

Let's scare the
daylights out of them.

All right, now [inaudible].

I'll count to three,
and then we'll

give it to them, all right?

Come on.

One, two--

[screaming]

Jason, please, we've been
looking all afternoon.

This isn't doing any good.

This is doing just fine.

When Janet can
come back, she will.

Janet's not coming back.

But she doesn't
like her parents

enough to stay there for long.

Not only doesn't she like
them enough to stay with them,

she doesn't like them
enough to go there at all.

Oh, of course she did.

Don't tell me, I know.

I called them long distance,
station to station.

And I spoke to the
maid, the maid.

No Janet no parents,
one lousy maid.

Parents are in Europe,
haven't heard from Janet.

Where ever she is,
baby, she's not home.

Well, I'm sure there's
a reason for it.

Of course, it simple.

She's out expressing herself.

She's shacked up with somebody.

Jason, don't.

I'm just going to
find her, that's all.

Do you have to drink like that?

Marika, don't worry about me.

I'm just going to find her.

His neck's broken.

When did you see him last?

Um, last night at the party?

Did he leave alone?

No, he was with um, Janet.

Janet?

Janet who?

Janet Wells.

What time did they leave?

Oh, I don't know.

It must have been early,
because there was the fight--

A fight-- a fight with whom?

Now come on, son.

You know we're going to
find out sooner or later.

Now who did he have
the fight with?

Jason, Jason Grant.

Her dresses are here, her
shoes are here, everything.

Jason, will you
please sit down?

I can't, I've got
to keep looking.

Jason, stop it!

Jason, here's the book
of Butler's drawings.

That's neat.

She said she wanted
to see him again.

That was just to
make you jealous.

Maybe not.

What are you looking for?

I don't know.

Jason, where are you going?

Don't ask me any questions, OK?

[music playing]

I think you deserve
an explanation.

You're here because
you've expressed

an interest in my work.

And because I sensed
an affinity within you.

I did not always paint this way.

Not so long ago, there was a
marked change in my approach.

Things where very different.

My work was good; not well
known, but it was good.

When my style changed,
no one took much notice.

And they couldn't know
when it really began.

It started with my hands.

I began to lose something.

They wouldn't move
the way they should.

Not only the muscles, but
the skin seemed to go bad.

There was something wrong with
my face, nothing startling,

but something was
definitely changing.

There was a doctor
I had heard about.

I thought he might
be able to help.

His name was Garrison.

He was such a funny little man.

He didn't look
much like a genius.

He was witty, friendly, and
then I showed him my hands.

He had no idea
what could be done.

He told me that he
wanted a few days with we

me for preparation.

I'll have to make
more tests, sir.

But it's obvious you have
a progressive deterioration

of the muscle tissue.

I can't paint, I can't work.

What can I do?

Mr. Butler, please.

Well, there must be
something you could do.

Perhaps I spoke a
little too abruptly.

There is a procedure
I've experimented with.

It might prove useful
in your treatment.

Then you must try it.

It's not that simple.

I said experiment.

There's no guarantee, and
it could prove dangerous.

I don't care you must help me.

All right.

This is my address.

It's not easy to find.

You will come and stay
with me for a few weeks.

But remember, this must be
done in complete privacy.

[music playing]

He was right.

His home was difficult to find.

Laura, this is
Mr. Charles Butler.

He's going to stay
with this for a while.

How do you do?

[music playing]

I hope I won't be too
much of a bother to you.

Oh, I'm sure you won't.

Actually we're so isolated here,
I'll welcome the distraction.

Laura, why don't you show
Mr. Butler to his room?

Mr. Butler?

Please, call me Charles.

Won't you come
this way, Charles?

It might have been the
uncertainty of my condition,

but I recognized in Laura
a quality I thought I would

never again find in anyone.

Do you think he can cure me?

He can do almost anything.

Is that why you married him?

Perhaps.

What if he finds out?

He won't.

He hardly knows
I'm in the house.

But what would he do?

You mean to us?

Would he still try to cure me?

Of course.

His whole life is in his work.

I know.

I used to feel the same way.

Now I'm beginning to realize
how much I overlooked.

MR. BUTLER: It
wasn't really wrong.

Didn't care what
Garrison would think.

There was no time
to worry about that.

I'm going to give you a
series of three injections;

each one, highly
dependent on the other.

You see, the drug alters the
form of the living tissue

to the degree needed, but
compensates for the change

without being
fatal to the tissue

Now I'm going to give
you an anesthetic.

When you wake up, there'll be
some pain and some packages.

Don't be alarmed.

[music playing]

Doctor, I want to see my face.

There's a mirror over
there on the wall.

[music intensifies]

My face!

[screaming]

I marked [inaudible].

I mark you.

MR. BUTLER: Days went by.

Days filled with
loneliness and despair.

Laura was gone, her screams
still ringing in my ears.

At first, I want
to kill Garrison.

But seeing how pitiful he
became when Laura left robbed

the me the desire for revenge.

So we both stayed on in
this house, tied together

as if by some evil design.

Something snapped inside of me.

He spend every moment at
work in the laboratory,

obsessed with trying to find
a way to restore my face.

As though by so doing, he
could bring Laura back.

One day I found canvases
and pains in my room.

Garrison was not content to
try to rehabilitate my face.

He had to have me
back at work, as well.

To my surprise, I found myself
starting to paint again.

When Garrison felt he had
perfected his techniques,

he was eager to
begin working on me.

The drug, when
injected into the skin

would break down the cell
structure of the scar tissue,

so that it could be molded
like a piece of clay.

He hoped over a period of
weeks to gradually reconstruct

my face along its former lines.

For some unknown reason, I felt
compelled to deliver myself

into the hands of this man, who
was responsible for my plight.

Meanwhile I was painting
with an intensity

I have never known before.

Out of the depths
of my tournament,

I had uncovered
a part of my soul

that had been laying dormant.

I was ceased with a desire
to reveal it in my work.

Suddenly, my
canvases were ablaze

with all the color and passion,
which before they had lacked.

Weeks of treatments followed,
but Garrison's labors

were beginning to bear results.

I knew then that I would
stay on in this house

and continue with my work, or
Garrison had placed in my hands

the means with which I
would shape a new world.

You, Janet, are a
part of that world.

Why me?

Why?

I know that you're
suffering, but you'll see,

you'll have love and
a place in our world.

[music playing]

[knocking on door]

Open up, get out here!

Yes?

I'm looking for Janet
Wells, who lives here?

Janet Wells?

Who lives here?

Who are you?

Me?

Me?

I'm Dr. Garrison.

May I help you?

I want Janet.

Where is she?

Janet?

Oh yes, of course.

You're that young
man from the school.

You can go now.

Please forgive him.

We have very few visitors.

The hell with that.

Where's Janet?

I can see that you're upset.

Why don't you come
in and sit down?

Knock it off.

Where's Janet?

What makes you think
I know where she is?

She said she wanted to see you.

I'd only be too
happy to see her.

But the fact is I haven't
seen her since the evening

I saw you last.

You haven't?

Of course not.

Did you do have an argument?

I guess I was upset.

But she's always talking
about you and your work.

I'm flattered.

But I hardly think you
have reason to be jealous.

How did you manage
to find this place?

One of your drawings.

One of my drawings?

Yes, uh-- there's a
gazebo in one of them.

I recognized it, so I came here.

Very clever.

Are you sure you wouldn't like
to come in and have a drink?

No, thank you.

I have to keep--

[music playing]

I've got to keep
looking for Janet.

There is one favor
you can do for me.

You see, I like to
pick my company,

so if you would
just keep my secret?

Of course.

And when you're feeling
better, do come back.

I will.

[music intensifies]

What are you doing?

But this is my laboratory.

I realize that.

But there is some preparations
which I have to make.

You've taken my home,
you've stolen my work.

I won't let you bring
anyone else here.

I can't let this go on.

Don't worry.

I'll see that you're
well-provided for.

[music playing]

I see you're rather persistent.

All right.

Where's Janet.

She is here.

That was her cat.

You're rather
observant as well.

I know she's here.

Do you?

What's going on here?

Curiosity can be a
weakness, young man.

Look, Mr. Butler, I'm not
here to match wits with you.

I want to know
what's going on here.

Why don't you just
sit down and relax?

You sit down and relax.

I'm going to find her.

[music playing]

Janet?

Jason!

Janet?

Janet?

Get out of here, get out.

I knew I'd find you, Janet.

You shouldn't have.

Come out, I'm getting
you out of here.

Do you know there's a dead
man in that other room?

I can't go.

I don't understand.

What are you talking a--

[music playing]

Oh, my god.

--[inaudible], I'm
sculpted like clay.

Get out of here, Jason!

Get out before they find you.

Oh, lord.

Get out!

Get out, Jason!

Get out of here!
Get out!

Get out!

Get out of here!
Get out!

Get out!

He hasn't yet
regained consciousness.

Hand me the syringe, please.

Eventually we're
going to leave here.

We'll find a place where
our world can flourish.

Open his shirt, please.

[music playing]

The change has begun.

I'll give him the second
injection in four hours.

Don't be afraid, Jason.

I'm gonna kill that son of a--

Shh.

I'll kill that
man, I swear to god.

You can't, what
good would it do?

Untie me, Janet.

We'll get out of here together.

You'll leave with me?

Look at me.

Do you still want me?

Janet, help me.

You've got to help
get me out of here.

Have you had the
first injection?

What are you talking about?

Janet, untie me.

All right, Jason.

Come on, let's get
out of here quick.

I can't go.

I'll get help.

Be careful, Jason.

There may be some
others downstairs.

I'll be back.

[music playing]

Damn you, get out of my way!

Seal it, you can't leave now!

[screaming]

[grunting]

[screaming]

I know this place, it's
just outside of town.

WOMAN OVER PA: Dr. Corbin,
report staff room, please.

Do he have anything else
in his possession, doc?

Oh, just some change, a bunch
of keys, nothing important.

I want to see those later.

How is he, doc?

I think he's going
to be all right.

He's got a slight concussion.

We're going to keep him
two days for observation.

Uh-huh, did he say anything?

Not since last night
to my knowledge.

He was in shock when
they brought him in.

He did keep murmuring
something though,

about a house and a girl.

Girl?

Did he mention her name?

It seems to be
it would be Janet.

Oh, that would be Janet Wells.

Look, Lieutenant, I know
it's none of my business,

but what is he wanted for?

He's wanted in
connection with a homicide

and a missing person.

The homicide is a
friend of his, or was.

And the missing person is
his girlfriend, Janet Wells.

Lieutenant Sheridan?

Yes?

I'm Marika Gold.

How is he?

I haven't seen him yet.

Uh, Ms. Gold,
this is Dr. Cappel.

How are you doing?

Have you seen this
drawing before?

Yes, that's one of
Charles Butler's drawings.

And Jason took it
with him when he left.

Can we go in to
see him now, Doctor?

I suppose you'll have to.

But please don't stay too long.

Give us a chance to do our
job, and then you can do yours.

OK.

[music playing]

He's not in his room.

That's not possible.

Was anyone watching him?

No, I didn't think
that was necessary.

I'll broadcast an alert.

In the meantime, you
check with your personnel

to see if anyone saw him leave.

He can't get fair
with that concussion.

Maybe he didn't
have too far to get.

[music playing]

Janet?

Janet?

Janet, are you in there?

Janet, where are you?

Janet?

[cat shrieking]

Jason?

Jason!

[screaming]

You see, yesterday's
nightmare is today's dream

and tomorrow's reality.

[music playing]