Blood Dolls (1999) - full transcript
Virgil Travis is a wealthy, soulless psychopath who lives in seclusion in his mansion home with his dwarf butler and maniac right hand man. Tortured and forcibly mutated as a child by a woman who put him through body transforming procedures, Virgil has an abnormally sized head. Basking in the suffering, degradation, pain, and death of others, Virgil has already killed, and kidnapped a female rock group that he keeps imprisoned in his basement to help satisfy his constant need for perverse amusement. Never satisfied, though, Virgil decides that he will once again try to fill the emptiness that exists within him, and so creates a trio of deformed, living dolls to systematically murder any and all people who have ever wronged him. What Virgil doesn't anticipate, though, is meeting his match and finding love, both of which come in the form of a woman who is even more evil and twisted than he is.
[bats squeaking]
[mellow creepy music]
He's not going to be happy.
Don't worry about that,
I can handle Mr. Travis.
There are just a few things
you need to be aware of.
What are they?
Well, you know how
billionaire geniuses
tend to be eccentric.
Not from personal
experience, but I'll use
it as an operating principle.
Well, if there happens to be
a dwarf or a clown in there,
don't be alarmed.
Dwarf or clown.
Okay.
And don't be surprised
if there are some girls
playing music in a cage.
They're his private rock band.
They're pretty
talented, actually.
So why are they in a cage?
Oh, and don't be
surprised at the mask.
The mask?
Yes, Mr. Travis
always wears a mask.
Why?
Well, if you feel
inclined, you can ask him.
Is that you Cindy darling?
Yes, Mr. Travis.
Ms. Agami, Mr. Loftus,
please come in.
Thank you.
[strange music]
[children chattering]
Nice to see you again Ms. Agami.
Nice to see you, Mr. Mascaro.
I'm sorry, I didn't
see you there.
Don't!
I'm not a dog you know.
Yeah, sorry.
How're you doin' girls?
[bickering in cage]
Hey girls.
How're you doin'?
Hi Ms. Agami.
Don't fuck with me you bitch.
How you doin' Razor Baby,
Cotton Baby, Black Baby?
Shirley.
Good morning Ms. Agami.
I do believe Mr. Travis has
a little surprise for you.
Oh Shirley, I don't
think Mr. Travis can
surprise me anymore.
I betcha he can.
Please, don't let me
interrupt you crazy kids.
[giggling]
When do they start biting
the heads off chickens?
You think they don't?
Cindy my dear, come
on over here and bring
your charming young friend.
This way please.
It's good to see you
again, Mr. Travis.
I detect a note of
irony in your voice,
Cindy dear.
Howard isn't it?
Don't worry, I won't
ask you to shake.
Please.
These are my new, oh
one moment please.
Hylas, my boy.
Some music.
Selection number three, I think.
Number three!
Play, play!
[girls screaming]
[slow rock music]
♪ Die baby, die
♪ You're about to go when
♪ You don't even know it
♪ Die baby, die
[mid-tempo rock music]
As I was saying, these are
my latest acquisitions.
Some dolls.
Have a look.
My, how racist.
It's surprising
how even rudeness
can be pleasant coming
from an attractive woman.
I am of course racist, but
an equal opportunity one.
It's charming.
It's strange but they
look very familiar.
Do they?
Well enough of this.
Etiquette requires some
polite conversation before
getting down to business.
Said obligation has, I
think, been discharged.
I must now inform you that
I am extremely displeased.
I do not like reading
about myself in the papers,
especially when my
name is coupled with
the phrase billion dollar loss.
If you wanna blame
someone, blame the judge,
blame the federal prosecutor.
I make no excuses.
I accept none.
As for the judge and the
prosecutor have no worries.
As a good business man, I
always balance my books, always.
Mr. Travis sir, I can
understand how upset--
Really?
And how could you understand?
Have you ever lost a billion
dollars to the ineptitude
of a pair of
overpriced shysters?
Please don't answer, it's
a rhetorical question.
That's not at all fair.
Indeed.
Well, no one ever claimed
that life was fair.
And certainly no one
ever claimed that I was.
[clanking, whirring]
What the hell?
Mr. Travis, what do
you think you're doing?
Your failure compels me
to take direct action
to remedy this dire situation.
You leave me no choice.
This is crazy.
Let us out of these things.
Three competitors
are responsible
for this situation.
Don't know that.
No, you don't know it, I do.
Mercy Shaw, George Warbeck,
and most importantly,
Harrison Yulin.
Through their devious and
underhanded imaginations
they have orchestrated
this financial catastrophe,
this veritable holocaust
of corporate destruction.
Bringing me to the
verge of financial ruin.
I relied upon you to stop them.
You have failed.
Now one of you is
going to assist me.
Mr. Travis, you're not asking
us to do anything illegal.
Well actually, I
only need one of you.
Now which one of these
chairs had that little extra
built in?
Well I just can't
quite remember.
Let's find out.
[suspenseful music]
[whirring]
No!
No, no, no!
No!
[screaming]
Volume up please Hylas.
Volume up.
[screaming]
[music gets louder]
[screaming drowns out lyrics]
[gurgling]
Well, I don't suppose
there's any more
need for secrets between us.
Close your mouth,
Cindy dear, it's rude.
I've never spoken to you
about my mother, Eugenia,
have I?
She's a remarkable woman.
All together ahead of her time
in so many different ways,
including genetic engineering.
You see, she made me.
I'm perhaps her most
perfect creation.
Although not as you can
see altogether perfect.
What do you want?
What do I want?
A very good question,
Cindy my dear.
I've searched high and low
for answers to that question,
but I have yet to
find any that speak
to my peculiar circumstances.
I have thus been forced
to make my own way.
Your incompetence has put
all of this in jeopardy.
Now I must insist that
you make it right.
But I think it's time to end
this pleasant conversation
and proceed with the
matter of your assistance.
Mr. Mascaro?
If you please.
[crying]
No.
[creepy music]
I take it you're familiar
with the iron maiden?
This is crazy.
This is crazy!
Well, this is rather
different, though it does
share some qualities in
common, but it's designed
not to transfix victims so
much as to compress them.
I can only judge from the
reactions of the previous
occupants that it is a
rather painful process.
Oh, by the way, you mentioned
the federal prosecutor,
Mr. Averill, and the
judge, the honorable negro
Arthur Morton.
They'd be able to describe
the process to you,
if they could still speak.
You could ask them.
[creepy laugh]
[growling]
[screaming]
Mr. Mascaro, let's
begin the sequence.
[screaming]
[electricity zapping]
No, no, no!
Hylas, selection
number seven please.
No! [crying]
Play!
Play number seven you bitches!
[electricity zapping]
[screaming]
♪ You were working in a disco
♪ Go-go dancing in a cage
♪ Your rubber dress and
eight-inch platforms ♪
[screaming]
[electricity zapping]
♪ Someday soon I'm
gonna steal your soul ♪
[electricity zapping, screaming]
♪ Pain
♪ Love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the shame
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
A toast to the
founder of the feast.
Travis's billion dollar loss
is our billion dollar gain,
Mr. Harrison Yulin.
[glass clinking]
God damn, I'll drink
to that alright.
Drink to myself.
You must be very proud of
your husband, Mrs. Yulin.
There aren't many men
who could accomplish what
my Harrison has.
Of course I'm proud of him.
Well it was the smoothest
bit of corporate rogering
I've ever witnessed.
I only wish I could see Virgil
Travis's face right now.
Well, from what I
hear, nobody ever has.
Oh, he must be
shy, or maybe ugly.
He sounds like an idiot.
Yes, I know.
It's a masterful disguise.
That man is the most
brilliant business man
in the entire world,
excepting myself.
My only mistake was
underestimating him.
Harrison, I wanna talk
to you about this merger.
The what?
No, no, not tonight,
we've all had a busy day
and my husband needs his sleep.
Tomorrow will be soon enough.
Moira, no one that I
know could kick guests
out into the cold
with more charm.
You're right of course,
I think it's time
we headed on home.
How unfortunate, now
they'll go to their bedroom.
I've never been able to
monitor what goes on in there.
Why not?
I'm not sure.
Countermeasures of some kind.
If he can keep you from
listening upstairs,
why not downstairs?
I have asked myself
this question,
and no answer is forthcoming.
I suspect that there is
some subtlety involved.
In any case it's a moot point.
Secrets are best kept in
the grave, and Mr. Yulin
may keep his there,
along with the other two.
And with the evil assistance
of my new creations,
and yours as well Mr. Mascaro.
Ah.
I shall have my
cookie after all.
How many times have
I told you to turn on
the jamming devises
when you come in here?
The what?
The jamming devices!
Sorry, sorry, hmm, hmm,
now honey, now honey,
I mean mistress,
hmm, hmm, ow, ow.
Try to pay attention.
Yes, yes, yes.
Shut up!
Keep kissing and listen.
Yes.
[smooching]
Those idiots think
that we checkmated
Virgil Travis, but I know
better, he's still in the game.
But, but you said the
ruling was appeal proof.
Ow!
It was appeal proof
because we bought the judge
and the federal prosecutor.
If you ever bothered to read
the paper, you'd have noticed
that they both disappeared
within the last 72 hours.
Vacation?
Ow!
Hardly.
Travis has clearly opted
for the direct approach.
He's had them murdered.
Murdered, you're kidding me.
Do I sound as if I'm joking?
Now I must reevaluate him.
Clearly he's an
audacious player.
Shoot, you really think that?
I mean, hmm, hmm, I mean,
mistress, I mean Travis
may be a bit eccentric,
but shoot, you really think
he'd go and hmm, murder people?
Why not?
We've had people murdered.
What?
We have?
Who?
Harrison, do you
really wanna know?
I, I, I, I.
Shut up, Harrison!
Now Virgil Travis is
going to try to eliminate
all of us, which if we're
careful, we might find useful.
Warbeck and Shaw were necessary
but inevitably expendable,
not worth the risk for
us to eliminate them,
but if Virgil Travis
wants to do it for us,
all the better.
Pay attention.
Ow! Yes!
And just you remember,
little Harry,
who has the brains
in this outfit.
Yes, mistress.
Keep kissing.
[metal crashing]
Jesus, doesn't that hurt?
Eat me.
In your fuckin' dreams.
[growling, grunting]
Cut it out now.
Quit foolin' around.
Why them?
I've always come
through for you.
Now, now, no jealousy.
Don't think of them
as competitors,
think of them as new weapons.
Come to know them.
Come to love them.
They'll kill for you, for us.
Who's first, Yulin?
No, a man of his intelligence
will know what I intend.
One of the others.
It really doesn't
matter which is first.
Um, you'll need a disguise.
No problem.
[suspenseful music]
[beeping, clicking]
[weights clanking]
[laughter]
Hey kid, why don't you
get your face out of
the comic book and start
paying attention to
the monitor, got it?
Damn.
Hey, power's out.
You don't say.
The backup's gone down too.
That means the whole
security grid is out.
What are we supposed to do?
[phone ringing]
Squires.
What the hell is
going on, Squires?
The power's down.
Yes sir, we're checking it
out right now to confirm--
Confirm my spotty dick.
What the hell am I paying for?
Call the goddamn
electric company and get
their asses out here.
Yes, sir.
[phone dialing]
[phone ringing]
Get ready to rock and roll.
Central Electric,
how may I help you?
Yes, I'd like to
report a power outage.
♪ Velvet crush, the
smell of your skin ♪
♪ Petals and silver,
the ultimate sin ♪
♪ The beautiful girl
with the chemical eyes ♪
♪ Will sleep tonight
on a bed of lies ♪
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
[knocking on door]
♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car
♪ Trashed up dreams
like a falling star ♪
Make a service call?
Let me see some ID please.
♪ If all else fails
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪
Search him.
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪
He's clear.
Do you mind showing me the box?
Alright, take him
down to the basement.
I may have to run a
wire from the truck.
Whatever.
♪ Beautiful girl
with chemical eyes ♪
♪ Will sleep tonight
on a bed of lies ♪
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car ♪
♪ Trashed up dreams
like a falling star ♪
♪ Into the truck and
filled with nails ♪
♪ Kill the scale
if all else fails ♪
[phone ringing]
Squires.
What the hell's
the story, Squires?
I'm still in the fucking
stone age down here.
The electrician's here now, sir.
I'm currently doing a room
sweep to confirm our integrity.
Oh confirm my hairy ass.
We're all naked as jay
birds without that juice.
Would you like me
to come down there
and be with you, sir?
Don't be a smart ass,
do your job and get
the power back on!
Yes, sir.
[creepy laughter]
[creepy music]
Who the hell is there?
I said who the hell's there?
[creepy laughter]
[gleeful moaning]
[growling]
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
[squeaking]
Oh shit.
[screaming]
[growling]
[screaming]
[gleeful moaning]
Help me!
Help!
Did you hear something?
Squires help!
Two kinds of people I
know about, little man.
The kinds that piss their
pants when you kill them,
and the kind that don't.
Now, which kind do
you think you are?
Pisser.
[screaming]
Warbeck!
Mr. Warbeck!
Jesus Christ.
Come on out, I know you're
in there, I see you!
[gun firing]
Come out, I know you're here!
What the fuck!
[screaming]
[gun firing]
[laughter]
It's good to get
out of that costume.
No doubt.
What do you think of
my little darlin's now?
I have to admit,
they walked the walk.
Have you arranged
for a scapegoat?
Already taken care
of, Mr. Travis.
Excellent.
Efficient as always Mr. Mascaro.
Homosexual drifter
passing through the area.
Evidence will prove he was--
Please.
Please I trust you
with the details.
Who's next?
The woman.
Undecided.
They will suspect us and
take additional precautions.
This will require
further cogitation.
I'm resolved in this
matter, Mr. Mascaro,
I'm not rash.
[whirring, chirping]
I'm not interested in
talking about a merger,
not after what they
did to Warbeck.
Well you know what
they say, life goes on.
Yeah, that's exactly the point.
I intend for my life to go on.
Don't think I follow you.
Honest to god, Harrison,
sometimes I don't know
what to make of you.
You don't actually believe
that fairy tale about
a gay drifter, do you?
I mean, come on, Warbeck
was about a heterosexual as
a Kennedy.
As who?
Ask her what she's
planning to do.
Kennedy, I said.
Well, what is it you
plan on doing, Mercy?
Planning on leaving
town tonight and I'm not
telling a living
soul where I'm going.
Mm-hmm, kinda hard to
do business that way.
Oh to hell with the business.
You know, I've always been
in it for the money anyway,
not the ego.
I've already made more than
I can spend in this lifetime.
It's not worth
risking my life for.
Huh?
Look, Warbeck's out, so am I.
Tell her it's not
so easy to back out.
Well, it may not be
so easy to back out.
Are you threatening
me, Harrison?
Huh?
No, I'm not the one
to be afraid of.
No, I'm not the one
to be afraid of,
no sir, not me.
Fine alright, you
wanna buy me out?
Go ahead.
Call my attorney, I'll
be in touch with him.
Price.
Price?
I don't know.
I don't know, Christ.
I mean, you heard what
happened to Warbeck
and his guards.
Look, I can't even think
about it right now.
Just make me an offer
through my attorney, okay?
Goodbye Harrison.
Best of luck.
Best of luck, honey.
Get upstairs you
miserable, ignorant wretch,
Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.
Quiet you idiot.
You still want to kill her?
Hmm, of course.
This is as much a matter
of pride as profit.
Won't be easy.
One moment please, Mr. Mascaro.
I just wanna listen to
that last little bit again.
Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.
Coming up.
That's a funny thing
for him to say.
What's coming up?
Anybody, mm-hmm,
I mean mistress.
Sit down.
Where?
On the floor!
We gonna watch a
little movie, mm-hmm?
Shut up, Harrison.
If you keep talking,
I'll have to punish you
and I just don't have
the time right now.
This is a download from
the audio/video bug
in Warbeck's house.
How'd we get a bug
in Warbeck's house?
There is no we, Harrison,
there's only me,
and a sloppy man
-shaped appendage, you.
I placed the bug in
Warbeck's house when we went
there for Christmas.
It takes one image
ever five seconds,
downloads automatically
at intervals.
None of this means
anything to you of course.
The killing took place
sometime after midnight.
There.
The gymnasium is at the end
of this hall, that's where
he was going.
So now he and Warbeck are
being killed, so let's
jump ahead a few moments.
I saw something.
Do tell.
What the hell?
They look like dolls.
What the hell?
[creepy music]
[girls chattering]
Coming up, coming up.
What could he mean by that?
Mr. Travis, what
about the woman?
Hmm?
The woman.
Mercy Shaw.
She's leaving tonight.
Oh yes, kill her, would you?
I'll leave the
manner in your hands.
[growling]
Hey guys, quit screwing
around, we've got work to do.
Play 'em, Hylas.
Number four!
Fucking idiots, fuck off!
Play number four!
[electric zapping, screaming]
[upbeat music]
♪ I will make your veins pour
♪ Into me
♪ I would like to
drink you dry ♪
♪ So greedy
♪ Drain to you
♪ Drain sex you
♪ Drain devour
♪ Drain obsessed with you
♪ Drain, drain
Entrance B, are we secure?
Entrance B is secure.
Lobby, elevators?
Lobby and elevators secure.
Lock down on one.
Departure route?
Departure route four by four.
Support vehicles
are standing by.
Roger that.
All stations stand by.
Live wire, repeat, live wire.
Alpha is eminent, now
bring up the elevator
and let's get this
show on the road.
Is everything okay?
Everything's fine.
You've got nothing
to worry about.
The building's secure.
We're going directly
to the garage.
We'll be in one of five
identical vehicles,
each taking a separate
route to the airport.
I might stop worrying
once I cross the equator.
I promise you that nothing
human can touch you.
Oh?
I'd stake my life on it.
[suspenseful music]
Alert the drivers.
[electric buzz]
[screaming]
[dolls grunting]
[dolls snickering]
I should have Warbeck's
shares by the beginning
of the week.
And I already have leverage
on Mercy Shaw's next of kin.
Some pictures involving an
underage girl being used
in a way that God
never intended.
Next of kin, mm-hmm.
Ain't that a bit premature?
Ow!
Idiot, she'll be
dead by tonight.
How do you, how do--
Umm!
Mistress.
I mean mistress, mm
-hmm, how do you--
Ow!
That's for being stupid.
I know that your office
downstairs is bugged somehow,
that's how Virgil Travis
knows of her intention to run.
He'll send his dolls
out to kill her before
the end of the night.
All for the better, really.
Now the only loose end is him.
Find and dandy, mm-hmm,
but how do you keep 'em
from doing the same thing to us?
Us?
Ow!
Don't you mean you?
In Virgil Travis's war,
I'm just a civilian.
Huh, that's an
interesting thought.
At any rate, if he tries
to send his dolls in here,
he'll have a rather
unpleasant surprise.
Like what?
Ow!
I've taken steps.
That means that unless he has
access to a cruise missile,
we're untouchable.
Unfortunately I can't get
him in that fortress he's in.
Stale mate?
Oh!
That is a word I told
you never to use.
When force fails, one
must rely upon finesse,
and in this area there's
no doubt, I have the edge.
Is there anything in this
world more pathetic than a man?
I think not.
Ow!
[dolls grunting]
[dolls screaming]
[alarm sounding]
Hey, hey, hey, what's that?
Is that an alarm over there?
My, sooner than I thought.
Dear Virgil is impatient.
Is that a fire over there?
Just a little mouse
trap, that's all.
It's them doll things, isn't it?
Yes.
Now don't fret Harry,
everything's gonna be fine.
I've got it all worked out.
Tomorrow I'm gonna pay a
visit to Mr. Virgil Travis
and everything's
going to be fine.
You, hmm.
Travis don't see nobody.
Why would he see you, hmm?
Why?
Because I'm the gentle
innocent wife of
his most brilliant competitor.
Go to sleep little Harry,
mommy needs her beauty rest.
[sniveling]
He doesn't look too good.
He's toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Please girls, please.
A little compassion for
our diminutive friend.
[sniveling]
[growling]
Now, now, be brave.
After Darkie here ran
into that fire trap
we did a creep-through
on the whole perimeter.
There's no way in, unless we do
a full-scale mercenary thing.
You think Yulin wouldn't
have prepared against
that contingency as well?
What height above ground
were the flame throwers?
Eight inches, give or take.
Aimed straight across, not up.
You have read my
mind, Mr. Mascaro.
This defense was clearly
installed with our friends
here in mind.
How unfortunate.
Still, I should have
guessed that Yulin
would learn the truth.
Once again I've
underestimated him.
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
No, go ahead.
What's that?
Where is she?
Did you search her?
Guess who's waiting
in the sitting room?
You know I detest guessing
games, Mr. Mascaro.
Mrs. Yulin.
What?
Yulin's wife.
See.
What in the world?
What's the meaning of this?
Ms. Yulin.
Mr. Travis?
Speaking.
I'd like to speak with you.
Proceed.
I mean to say I'd
like to meet with you.
Why?
Please?
I shall be down momentarily.
Should I have her searched?
I studied body
language Mr. Mascaro,
that's hardly a woman
bent on a suicide mission.
However there is one
much more important thing
that you can do for me.
What's that?
Locate the vehicle
that brought her here.
Ms. Yulin.
Mr. Travis.
I don't usually meet
people face to face,
if you'll pardon the expression.
I appreciate you taking
the time to see me.
May I fetch you a drink?
Yes please, brandy.
No questions about the mask?
Course not.
Such a question would
be discourteous.
In any case, I'm more
interested in the
man underneath the mask.
Indeed.
Thank you.
Please.
Ms. Yulin, life to me is
largely a matter of calculation,
but you are a term I had
not previously considered.
And knowing and admiring
your husband as I do,
I can hardly believe that
your presence here is
not a part of some larger plan.
You admire my husband?
Most people think
he's a buffoon.
Yes, but, but you
and I know better.
I've seen his ineffable
mark on a hundred
business ventures, a
dozen assassinations.
Does that shock you?
I know the sort of
man my husband is.
He's clear and resolute.
A man of power and vision.
That's why I married him.
That's why I love him.
Your husband didn't
send you here at all,
you came on your own.
Yes.
Why, to beg for mercy?
To ask for an armistice.
I understand that this is
a battle for dominance,
but in that battle both
might fall, you know this.
I see now that your
husband has a most valuable
asset that I had not
at all considered.
He knows about the dolls.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
Mr. Travis, I know that
I can't out-reason you.
I can't win a war of
words or any other
kind of war with you, but great
men must have great hearts.
Tell me then, how do
I reach your heart?
How do I stop this?
I'm afraid that you're mistaken
about the size of my heart.
I'm not at all what you think.
What are you then?
I am nothing.
What?
I said that I am nothing.
I am an emptiness and like
all emptiness I struggle
perpetually to be filled.
I draw in wealth, power,
sensation, but still I am empty.
Still I am nothing.
Take care Ms. Yulin,
lest you be sucked in as well.
Have you ever heard of a
man named Honore DeLesseps?
A French philosopher, wasn't he?
Yes.
He once said that if you
crave power then love nothing,
not even your own life,
because to love a thing
is to give it your power.
He also said that love
was desire satisfied
and hatred desire unsatisfied.
Sorry, that sounds
better in French.
What do you desire Mr. Travis?
What I desire, Ms.
Yulin, is my own concern.
Now listen carefully, I
promise nothing regarding
your husband, that's between us,
but so long as you do not
become a weapon against me
you will not be harmed.
Why Mr. Travis?
Why this concern for me?
Ms. Yulin, there are
so few truly excellent
things in this world, we
must try to preserve them
when we can.
Now go.
They're on board.
Mr. Travis, they're on--
I heard you the first
time, Mr. Mascaro.
I'll go after them
in a few minutes.
Pick them up after the kill.
No.
Leave now.
But--
Now.
Some music Hylas.
Number 10.
Number 10.
Fuck you Hylas.
Play number 10.
Fuck you you little prick.
No!
[electricity buzzing]
[screaming]
♪ You are dressed in black
♪ You are running back
Louder!
Louder!
All the way up!
♪ Broken lack such a fright
♪ Love, love, love is a razor
♪ Low down
♪ Open me up and mend
all my broken parts ♪
♪ Take out this
shattered broken ♪
♪ Like you
[growling]
[snickering]
So he had a mask on, huh?
I knew there was a
screw loose there.
Oh, ooh.
He's the most brilliant
man I've ever met.
Most people I've got
figured in five seconds,
but Virgil Travis, I'm still
trying to work him out.
Perhaps he's
deformed in some way.
Even still, the way
he acted toward me,
his body was, I could've sworn--
Old boy was hot for you, huh?
Shut up you moron!
No!
Not lust, I know
that well enough, no.
He was almost courtly.
Who would've ever dreamed
that Virgil Travis,
of all people, was
secretly a romantic?
I think he was smitten with me.
I don't know if it's
more amusing or pathetic.
I, hmm, I still don't get why
you went over there anyhow.
Hmm, how's it going to help us?
There you go, using
that word again, us.
Make it tighter, mistress.
Be quiet.
Harry, in every relationship
there's a moment of truth.
Darling using you for a
living ventriloquist dummy has
had its advantages, but I
suppose this was inevitable.
What's that honey?
Don't fret, you've
already signed all
the necessary documents
for transition of power.
Ooh!
It should be a smooth one.
What, what's that honey?
Come on now, what're you
talking about honey-bunny?
Mmm-hmm-hmm-mm.
Oh and by the way, Harrison,
I've always despised
that laugh of yours.
Ciao.
Moira?
Moira?
Pussy, you still there?
Moira.
Moira, pussy, you still there?
I'm stuck.
Oh, there you are.
I thought you'd run
out on me there.
I still remember when
you went away and left
me in this thing over
Memorial Day weekend.
Yeah honey, yeah mistress.
That's the way.
I'm a bad boy.
That's me.
Bad boy.
Ow!
Wow, okay, okay.
I'm good now, I'm good mistress.
I'm good now.
Ooh.
Moira.
Moira.
Abort.
This is injuring me.
Come on now.
Moira, this ain't funny.
I said abort.
Code word, you know, it
means stop twisting the wire.
Honey.
Come on now.
Holy shit!
Where did you come from?
Moira!
Moira!
Anybody!
[groaning]
[grunting]
[intense music]
I hope it was as good for
you as it was for me, angel.
Okay my three little killers,
which way do we go?
That's it, that's it,
back the way you came,
back to the rear stairs.
That's it.
[phone ringing]
Travis.
Mr. Travis, Mr. Travis.
What's that? Hello?
This is Moira Yulin.
Ms. Yulin.
Harrison's dead,
they killed him.
Ms. Yulin, uh--
And now they're after me.
What are you saying?
You told me I
wouldn't be harmed,
you lied to me!
You used me, didn't you?
No, no, I didn't lie, they
was sent for your husband,
not you.
Liar, you're a liar.
You're a monster.
[gasps] They're
outside the door!
They're breaking in!
Moira run, run from them!
Oh God help me!
Leave her alone.
I order you, leave her alone.
I created you.
Leave her alone!
[tape rewinding]
Moira run, run from them.
Leave her alone.
I order you, leave her alone.
I created you.
Leave her alone!
[exhales]
Yes Virgil hello.
Ms. Yulin.
For now with my poor
husband being dead, I think
I'll resume my maiden name.
Deray, as in Gilles De Re.
Perhaps you've heard of him.
I believe I've read the
record of his trial.
Well my dear masked man,
unless you want to be reading
the record of your own
trial, I think it that
a rapprochement
will be essential.
Really?
A good player always knows
when the game is over, Virgil.
If I may be so bold, I
have a video taped record
of the killing of my poor
husband, your tape recorded
confession and your very
interesting little dolls.
Oh and by the way, I also
have a tape of those same
dolls at the house of the
dear departed Mr. Warbeck.
Coming up.
What's that?
You had your husband wired.
I heard him speaking to you.
I should've realized it.
It was you.
All along it was you.
And even when I met you
I never suspected it.
I thought you were--
You that what I wanted
you to think, that I was
a nervous desperate little wife.
Yes.
I was a fool.
You're a romantic, which
I supposed amounts to
the same thing, I hope I
didn't break your heart.
Oh yeah that's right, I
forgot, you don't have one.
I remember making that claim.
Now Virgil.
I must ask your pardon.
I can't speak right now.
I'll be in touch with you soon.
I, I, I cannot speak
anymore right now.
[dolls grunting]
The pit yawns before me.
I, of all living creatures,
can't permit myself
no illusion of a soul.
It's from emptiness that I came
and that emptiness
awaits me at the end.
And what dwells between but
a mad, pointless puppet show,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
Yeah, I hear you man.
How easy it would be.
Sure would.
Just one little squish.
I actually had tender
thoughts toward her.
I even imagined what it
might be like to love her.
But it was a sham, pretense.
She used me.
She used me!
She outwitted me!
No.
No, we'll leave death in
the waiting room a while
longer I think.
A man who loves nothing
may do anything.
So let her see what can
be done with this woman.
Hylas!
[clanking]
Play 'em.
Number one.
Play!
[screaming]
Play!
Play number one!
I don't suppose you eat, do you?
Well it doesn't really
matter whether I return
you alive or dead.
You three are, how
shall I put this?
Pawns in this game.
Odd little pawns admittedly,
but pawns nonetheless.
I suspect your master has
had a sleepless night.
He's been thinking,
plotting revenge against me.
I told him that the game
was over, but of course
we both know that's
not the case.
He'll expect demands but
I'm going to surprise him.
Men have never realized
that for a woman's surrender
is just another way of winning.
In the end he'll be no
different from poor Harry.
By the time I'm done with him,
there won't be anything left.
[phone ringing]
Hello Virgil.
A meeting?
Of course.
No, no, a public place isn't
necessary, I'll come over
if that would be
acceptable to you.
Virgil?
Yes, yes, that will be fine.
I look forward to seeing you.
She doesn't wanna meet
in a public place.
So the ambush is off.
Yes.
No.
She's coming here.
That's convenient.
Yes, but why is she making
it convenient for me?
Is this more subtlety
or mere brashness?
Does it matter?
I don't know.
That's what has me worried.
[doorbell rings]
Good evening Ms. Deray.
[laughter]
Explain.
Why I'm placing
myself in your power?
Yes.
There are so few truly
excellent things in this
world that we must try to
preserve them when we can.
And should I be moved
to preserve you?
Or do you suggest that
you wish to preserve me?
A plea for mercy
or a veiled threat?
Your dolls.
The tape of the killing.
The cassette tape
of your confession.
The tape showing the
dolls at Warbeck's.
And this.
And what are these?
I am signing over to
you for the sum of $1.00
the total assets of my
late husband's companies.
I've also signed a confession
admitting that I killed
Harrison myself and
undertook to frame you by
means and methods
consistent with the tapes.
There are no copies of
the tapes, by the way,
but you could hardly
be sure of this,
this obviates the
need to be sure.
Why are you doing this?
Do you hope to prevent
your death in this way?
No Virgil.
If a man of wealth and
means desires the death of
another with sufficient fervor,
then that person must die.
My death is yours
if you want it.
But I can give you
something more, something
you cannot take,
something only I can give.
And what is that?
Me.
My life.
I knew the first time we met
that you had feelings for me.
Feelings, yes.
But what I wanted then
you cannot give me.
What you showed me then
was a creature of grace
and gentleness, but
that was mere artifice.
You see, even we who
are destined to dwell in
the mud can still
long for the sky.
And what do you see when
you look in the sky, Virgil?
Nothing.
Emptiness.
Life is down here with
all the lying and killing
and fucking.
If I were a man you would
have to kill me because
nothing could make you trust me.
But I'm a woman.
A young woman.
The wounds of nations are
healed in the bedchambers
of kings.
You will be able to
trust me implicitly
when I am the mother
of your children.
So you are proposing a dynasty.
And what about this?
It's irrelevant.
Remember Virgil, I gave my
body to an idiot for ten years
in order to further
my ambitions.
I doubt that you could be worse.
No worse than an idiot.
There's a mighty foundation
upon which to build
a marriage.
Virgil, you are the most
brilliant man I have
ever known.
And I am the most brilliant
woman I have ever known.
We are both too intelligent
to believe in a life
beyond this one.
Whatever immortality we can
hope for must be procreative.
There's no other woman in
the world for you except me.
Your pride compels you to
kill me, master me instead.
Take me, use me.
If I die, what can you
hope for different from
what you've had?
But together think
of what we can do.
The power, the glory.
We can be lords of the earth.
I've had this prepared,
it's a marriage license.
I've took the liberty of
forging your signature.
Don't worry though, it's
indistinguishable from your own.
Indeed it is.
Another skill.
I have talents you
haven't even dreamed of.
Virgil we are both,
how shall I put this?
Very busy people.
If you're going to kill me,
then let's get on with it.
I have nothing more to say.
But if not, give me
the dollar and find
a justice of the peace.
I'm afraid I don't carry cash.
Mr. Mascaro?
Sorry Mr. Travis,
I've only got 50s.
Ah, Hylas, thank you.
You are now the proud
owner of my fortune.
And me.
And you needn't worry
about a justice of
the peace, Mr. Mascaro
is an ordained minister.
You're joking.
Officially Mr. Mascaro
is my religious advisor.
Church of the Diving Spirit.
I'm in McAlister
registry of religions.
Most convenient at tax time.
I see.
Well then, I see
no reason to wait.
No, let us proceed at once.
Move the fuck over.
Do you Virgil Travis
take this woman to
be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
Do you Moira Yulin, err
Deray, take this man
to be your lawfully
wedded husband?
I do.
Then by the power vested
in me by the divine spirit,
that totally permeates
the whole universe,
wheresoever you may go you
cannot get away from it.
I declare you to be
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Yes, I think so.
After all, as you said,
such matters are irrelevant
to the founding of a dynasty.
Let us kiss.
And more than kiss, let
us proceed with your
procreative ambitions.
[gasps]
What's the matter my dear?
Don't tell me that
you're afraid to play
in this particular patch of mud.
There is, after all, no
woman in the world for me
except for you.
Embrace me then
my angel, my love.
Press your sweet gentle
lips against mine.
[screaming]
I'm sorry if the face
beneath the mask was
not what you expected.
But then the face beneath
your mask was rather
a disappointment to me as well.
You see, by giving
me a glimpse of love,
something I never imagined
I could experience,
and then ripping it away,
it managed to convince me
of something that
I've long suspected.
My life
gives me no more pleasure,
and when a thing ceases
to please me, I
rid myself of it.
What did he say?
Shh!
My domain is now being sealed
and flooded with toxic gas.
I'm with you boss.
Hell, here we come.
Me too boss.
Well that's not good.
Excuse me, what about us?
This is definitely not good.
Just to satisfy your curiosity,
I am not a man nor a woman born.
[screams]
My mother, dear woman,
grew me in a bottle.
A technique she devised, though
clearly failed to perfect.
Prospect of a dynasty of
living [mumbles] such as myself
holds no charm.
[screaming]
Virgil please, I, I.
So I've managed to make
a woman speechless.
Well then, perhaps the
whole thing was worth while
after all.
Man, what a bummer.
Hey, Ninja Baby, we owe you one.
[coughing]
Maybe we ought to leave now.
That sounds great.
Boss!
The girls!
Oh Hylas.
Fuck you!
The door's locked.
[panicking] We can't get out!
Stop, he has a grenade!
[coughing]
Hey, look it's the little guys.
Hurry!
Come on, hurry up.
Everybody ready?
[cheering]
One moment please
ladies and gentlemen,
and boys and girls.
By all rights we should
be showing the end credits
right now, but we have a
bit of an awkward problem.
You see we came up with
two endings for this story
and we couldn't
decide between them.
What you just saw a
minute ago, that's one.
Moira is tortured, the
girls and the dolls get away
and the rest of us all die.
Okay, I can see
the cynical appeal.
But being as I am a
fundamentally spiritual person,
I prefer the following
rather different ending
to our proceedings.
Little prick.
We're gonna get you now.
Oh Hylas, fuck you!
Oh Hylas, you play
some music now.
[girls chattering]
[gun firing]
[screaming]
That's enough of that!
Show a little protocol,
a little spirituality.
Behave yourselves.
Take a lesson from my
little friends over there.
Hey, knock it off!
This is supposed to
be a happy occasion.
Anybody make it not so happy,
then I'm not gonna be happy.
Do I make myself clear?
Do I?
Play, Hylas.
Right.
Play Hylas.
Recessional, play!
[wedding march]
Stop!
Do you Virgil Travis
take this woman to
be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
And do you Moira Yulin,
err Deray, take this
man to be your lawfully
wedded husband?
I do.
That's all I need.
Then by the power vested
in me by the divine spirit,
that totally permeated
the entire universe,
wheresoever you be you
may not get away from it,
I declare you to be
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Yes, I think so.
After all, as you said,
such matters are irrelevant
to the founding of a dynasty.
So my dear, let us kiss.
[gasps]
What's the matter my dear?
Don't tell me that
I disappoint you.
That I disgust you,
this thing that I am.
Disgust me?
How could you do that?
What?
Virgil, I can't lie to you.
I wanted to despise
you and dominate you
because I thought
you were just a man,
and men are only worthy of
being despised and dominated,
but now I know the truth.
You're more than a man.
Virgil, I never believed
it could be possible, but
I actually.
What?
Virgil, don't you see?
We're both marvels and
we're both monsters.
Believe me, I know it now.
We were meant for one another.
I don't know what to say.
Virgil, I love you.
Because you're a monster
and because you're more
than a man.
I love you.
Virgil, my Virgil.
[smooching]
Oh Virgil, now the world
really has something
to worry about.
Play 'em Hylas.
♪ Pain, love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the shame
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ You're the dream
girl in my nightmares ♪
♪ You're the strange
taste in my mouth ♪
♪ I would follow you
to hell and back ♪
♪ You're the wind
that's blowing south ♪
♪ Pain, love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the chain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ I'll be your robot
♪ I will obey
♪ I need a master
♪ Treat me that way
♪ I'll be your slave girl
♪ Finer than fine
♪ Won't you abuse me
♪ Please be unkind
♪ Pain, love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the chain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the chain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
[hard rock, screaming lyrics]
♪ Lady baby bleed
♪ That's all I need
♪ Gonna get screwed
♪ What a pity
♪ Lady baby bleed
[hard rock, screaming lyrics]
[mellow creepy music]
He's not going to be happy.
Don't worry about that,
I can handle Mr. Travis.
There are just a few things
you need to be aware of.
What are they?
Well, you know how
billionaire geniuses
tend to be eccentric.
Not from personal
experience, but I'll use
it as an operating principle.
Well, if there happens to be
a dwarf or a clown in there,
don't be alarmed.
Dwarf or clown.
Okay.
And don't be surprised
if there are some girls
playing music in a cage.
They're his private rock band.
They're pretty
talented, actually.
So why are they in a cage?
Oh, and don't be
surprised at the mask.
The mask?
Yes, Mr. Travis
always wears a mask.
Why?
Well, if you feel
inclined, you can ask him.
Is that you Cindy darling?
Yes, Mr. Travis.
Ms. Agami, Mr. Loftus,
please come in.
Thank you.
[strange music]
[children chattering]
Nice to see you again Ms. Agami.
Nice to see you, Mr. Mascaro.
I'm sorry, I didn't
see you there.
Don't!
I'm not a dog you know.
Yeah, sorry.
How're you doin' girls?
[bickering in cage]
Hey girls.
How're you doin'?
Hi Ms. Agami.
Don't fuck with me you bitch.
How you doin' Razor Baby,
Cotton Baby, Black Baby?
Shirley.
Good morning Ms. Agami.
I do believe Mr. Travis has
a little surprise for you.
Oh Shirley, I don't
think Mr. Travis can
surprise me anymore.
I betcha he can.
Please, don't let me
interrupt you crazy kids.
[giggling]
When do they start biting
the heads off chickens?
You think they don't?
Cindy my dear, come
on over here and bring
your charming young friend.
This way please.
It's good to see you
again, Mr. Travis.
I detect a note of
irony in your voice,
Cindy dear.
Howard isn't it?
Don't worry, I won't
ask you to shake.
Please.
These are my new, oh
one moment please.
Hylas, my boy.
Some music.
Selection number three, I think.
Number three!
Play, play!
[girls screaming]
[slow rock music]
♪ Die baby, die
♪ You're about to go when
♪ You don't even know it
♪ Die baby, die
[mid-tempo rock music]
As I was saying, these are
my latest acquisitions.
Some dolls.
Have a look.
My, how racist.
It's surprising
how even rudeness
can be pleasant coming
from an attractive woman.
I am of course racist, but
an equal opportunity one.
It's charming.
It's strange but they
look very familiar.
Do they?
Well enough of this.
Etiquette requires some
polite conversation before
getting down to business.
Said obligation has, I
think, been discharged.
I must now inform you that
I am extremely displeased.
I do not like reading
about myself in the papers,
especially when my
name is coupled with
the phrase billion dollar loss.
If you wanna blame
someone, blame the judge,
blame the federal prosecutor.
I make no excuses.
I accept none.
As for the judge and the
prosecutor have no worries.
As a good business man, I
always balance my books, always.
Mr. Travis sir, I can
understand how upset--
Really?
And how could you understand?
Have you ever lost a billion
dollars to the ineptitude
of a pair of
overpriced shysters?
Please don't answer, it's
a rhetorical question.
That's not at all fair.
Indeed.
Well, no one ever claimed
that life was fair.
And certainly no one
ever claimed that I was.
[clanking, whirring]
What the hell?
Mr. Travis, what do
you think you're doing?
Your failure compels me
to take direct action
to remedy this dire situation.
You leave me no choice.
This is crazy.
Let us out of these things.
Three competitors
are responsible
for this situation.
Don't know that.
No, you don't know it, I do.
Mercy Shaw, George Warbeck,
and most importantly,
Harrison Yulin.
Through their devious and
underhanded imaginations
they have orchestrated
this financial catastrophe,
this veritable holocaust
of corporate destruction.
Bringing me to the
verge of financial ruin.
I relied upon you to stop them.
You have failed.
Now one of you is
going to assist me.
Mr. Travis, you're not asking
us to do anything illegal.
Well actually, I
only need one of you.
Now which one of these
chairs had that little extra
built in?
Well I just can't
quite remember.
Let's find out.
[suspenseful music]
[whirring]
No!
No, no, no!
No!
[screaming]
Volume up please Hylas.
Volume up.
[screaming]
[music gets louder]
[screaming drowns out lyrics]
[gurgling]
Well, I don't suppose
there's any more
need for secrets between us.
Close your mouth,
Cindy dear, it's rude.
I've never spoken to you
about my mother, Eugenia,
have I?
She's a remarkable woman.
All together ahead of her time
in so many different ways,
including genetic engineering.
You see, she made me.
I'm perhaps her most
perfect creation.
Although not as you can
see altogether perfect.
What do you want?
What do I want?
A very good question,
Cindy my dear.
I've searched high and low
for answers to that question,
but I have yet to
find any that speak
to my peculiar circumstances.
I have thus been forced
to make my own way.
Your incompetence has put
all of this in jeopardy.
Now I must insist that
you make it right.
But I think it's time to end
this pleasant conversation
and proceed with the
matter of your assistance.
Mr. Mascaro?
If you please.
[crying]
No.
[creepy music]
I take it you're familiar
with the iron maiden?
This is crazy.
This is crazy!
Well, this is rather
different, though it does
share some qualities in
common, but it's designed
not to transfix victims so
much as to compress them.
I can only judge from the
reactions of the previous
occupants that it is a
rather painful process.
Oh, by the way, you mentioned
the federal prosecutor,
Mr. Averill, and the
judge, the honorable negro
Arthur Morton.
They'd be able to describe
the process to you,
if they could still speak.
You could ask them.
[creepy laugh]
[growling]
[screaming]
Mr. Mascaro, let's
begin the sequence.
[screaming]
[electricity zapping]
No, no, no!
Hylas, selection
number seven please.
No! [crying]
Play!
Play number seven you bitches!
[electricity zapping]
[screaming]
♪ You were working in a disco
♪ Go-go dancing in a cage
♪ Your rubber dress and
eight-inch platforms ♪
[screaming]
[electricity zapping]
♪ Someday soon I'm
gonna steal your soul ♪
[electricity zapping, screaming]
♪ Pain
♪ Love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the shame
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
A toast to the
founder of the feast.
Travis's billion dollar loss
is our billion dollar gain,
Mr. Harrison Yulin.
[glass clinking]
God damn, I'll drink
to that alright.
Drink to myself.
You must be very proud of
your husband, Mrs. Yulin.
There aren't many men
who could accomplish what
my Harrison has.
Of course I'm proud of him.
Well it was the smoothest
bit of corporate rogering
I've ever witnessed.
I only wish I could see Virgil
Travis's face right now.
Well, from what I
hear, nobody ever has.
Oh, he must be
shy, or maybe ugly.
He sounds like an idiot.
Yes, I know.
It's a masterful disguise.
That man is the most
brilliant business man
in the entire world,
excepting myself.
My only mistake was
underestimating him.
Harrison, I wanna talk
to you about this merger.
The what?
No, no, not tonight,
we've all had a busy day
and my husband needs his sleep.
Tomorrow will be soon enough.
Moira, no one that I
know could kick guests
out into the cold
with more charm.
You're right of course,
I think it's time
we headed on home.
How unfortunate, now
they'll go to their bedroom.
I've never been able to
monitor what goes on in there.
Why not?
I'm not sure.
Countermeasures of some kind.
If he can keep you from
listening upstairs,
why not downstairs?
I have asked myself
this question,
and no answer is forthcoming.
I suspect that there is
some subtlety involved.
In any case it's a moot point.
Secrets are best kept in
the grave, and Mr. Yulin
may keep his there,
along with the other two.
And with the evil assistance
of my new creations,
and yours as well Mr. Mascaro.
Ah.
I shall have my
cookie after all.
How many times have
I told you to turn on
the jamming devises
when you come in here?
The what?
The jamming devices!
Sorry, sorry, hmm, hmm,
now honey, now honey,
I mean mistress,
hmm, hmm, ow, ow.
Try to pay attention.
Yes, yes, yes.
Shut up!
Keep kissing and listen.
Yes.
[smooching]
Those idiots think
that we checkmated
Virgil Travis, but I know
better, he's still in the game.
But, but you said the
ruling was appeal proof.
Ow!
It was appeal proof
because we bought the judge
and the federal prosecutor.
If you ever bothered to read
the paper, you'd have noticed
that they both disappeared
within the last 72 hours.
Vacation?
Ow!
Hardly.
Travis has clearly opted
for the direct approach.
He's had them murdered.
Murdered, you're kidding me.
Do I sound as if I'm joking?
Now I must reevaluate him.
Clearly he's an
audacious player.
Shoot, you really think that?
I mean, hmm, hmm, I mean,
mistress, I mean Travis
may be a bit eccentric,
but shoot, you really think
he'd go and hmm, murder people?
Why not?
We've had people murdered.
What?
We have?
Who?
Harrison, do you
really wanna know?
I, I, I, I.
Shut up, Harrison!
Now Virgil Travis is
going to try to eliminate
all of us, which if we're
careful, we might find useful.
Warbeck and Shaw were necessary
but inevitably expendable,
not worth the risk for
us to eliminate them,
but if Virgil Travis
wants to do it for us,
all the better.
Pay attention.
Ow! Yes!
And just you remember,
little Harry,
who has the brains
in this outfit.
Yes, mistress.
Keep kissing.
[metal crashing]
Jesus, doesn't that hurt?
Eat me.
In your fuckin' dreams.
[growling, grunting]
Cut it out now.
Quit foolin' around.
Why them?
I've always come
through for you.
Now, now, no jealousy.
Don't think of them
as competitors,
think of them as new weapons.
Come to know them.
Come to love them.
They'll kill for you, for us.
Who's first, Yulin?
No, a man of his intelligence
will know what I intend.
One of the others.
It really doesn't
matter which is first.
Um, you'll need a disguise.
No problem.
[suspenseful music]
[beeping, clicking]
[weights clanking]
[laughter]
Hey kid, why don't you
get your face out of
the comic book and start
paying attention to
the monitor, got it?
Damn.
Hey, power's out.
You don't say.
The backup's gone down too.
That means the whole
security grid is out.
What are we supposed to do?
[phone ringing]
Squires.
What the hell is
going on, Squires?
The power's down.
Yes sir, we're checking it
out right now to confirm--
Confirm my spotty dick.
What the hell am I paying for?
Call the goddamn
electric company and get
their asses out here.
Yes, sir.
[phone dialing]
[phone ringing]
Get ready to rock and roll.
Central Electric,
how may I help you?
Yes, I'd like to
report a power outage.
♪ Velvet crush, the
smell of your skin ♪
♪ Petals and silver,
the ultimate sin ♪
♪ The beautiful girl
with the chemical eyes ♪
♪ Will sleep tonight
on a bed of lies ♪
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
[knocking on door]
♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car
♪ Trashed up dreams
like a falling star ♪
Make a service call?
Let me see some ID please.
♪ If all else fails
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪
Search him.
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill ♪
He's clear.
Do you mind showing me the box?
Alright, take him
down to the basement.
I may have to run a
wire from the truck.
Whatever.
♪ Beautiful girl
with chemical eyes ♪
♪ Will sleep tonight
on a bed of lies ♪
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car ♪
♪ Trashed up dreams
like a falling star ♪
♪ Into the truck and
filled with nails ♪
♪ Kill the scale
if all else fails ♪
[phone ringing]
Squires.
What the hell's
the story, Squires?
I'm still in the fucking
stone age down here.
The electrician's here now, sir.
I'm currently doing a room
sweep to confirm our integrity.
Oh confirm my hairy ass.
We're all naked as jay
birds without that juice.
Would you like me
to come down there
and be with you, sir?
Don't be a smart ass,
do your job and get
the power back on!
Yes, sir.
[creepy laughter]
[creepy music]
Who the hell is there?
I said who the hell's there?
[creepy laughter]
[gleeful moaning]
[growling]
♪ Kill, pussy, kill
[squeaking]
Oh shit.
[screaming]
[growling]
[screaming]
[gleeful moaning]
Help me!
Help!
Did you hear something?
Squires help!
Two kinds of people I
know about, little man.
The kinds that piss their
pants when you kill them,
and the kind that don't.
Now, which kind do
you think you are?
Pisser.
[screaming]
Warbeck!
Mr. Warbeck!
Jesus Christ.
Come on out, I know you're
in there, I see you!
[gun firing]
Come out, I know you're here!
What the fuck!
[screaming]
[gun firing]
[laughter]
It's good to get
out of that costume.
No doubt.
What do you think of
my little darlin's now?
I have to admit,
they walked the walk.
Have you arranged
for a scapegoat?
Already taken care
of, Mr. Travis.
Excellent.
Efficient as always Mr. Mascaro.
Homosexual drifter
passing through the area.
Evidence will prove he was--
Please.
Please I trust you
with the details.
Who's next?
The woman.
Undecided.
They will suspect us and
take additional precautions.
This will require
further cogitation.
I'm resolved in this
matter, Mr. Mascaro,
I'm not rash.
[whirring, chirping]
I'm not interested in
talking about a merger,
not after what they
did to Warbeck.
Well you know what
they say, life goes on.
Yeah, that's exactly the point.
I intend for my life to go on.
Don't think I follow you.
Honest to god, Harrison,
sometimes I don't know
what to make of you.
You don't actually believe
that fairy tale about
a gay drifter, do you?
I mean, come on, Warbeck
was about a heterosexual as
a Kennedy.
As who?
Ask her what she's
planning to do.
Kennedy, I said.
Well, what is it you
plan on doing, Mercy?
Planning on leaving
town tonight and I'm not
telling a living
soul where I'm going.
Mm-hmm, kinda hard to
do business that way.
Oh to hell with the business.
You know, I've always been
in it for the money anyway,
not the ego.
I've already made more than
I can spend in this lifetime.
It's not worth
risking my life for.
Huh?
Look, Warbeck's out, so am I.
Tell her it's not
so easy to back out.
Well, it may not be
so easy to back out.
Are you threatening
me, Harrison?
Huh?
No, I'm not the one
to be afraid of.
No, I'm not the one
to be afraid of,
no sir, not me.
Fine alright, you
wanna buy me out?
Go ahead.
Call my attorney, I'll
be in touch with him.
Price.
Price?
I don't know.
I don't know, Christ.
I mean, you heard what
happened to Warbeck
and his guards.
Look, I can't even think
about it right now.
Just make me an offer
through my attorney, okay?
Goodbye Harrison.
Best of luck.
Best of luck, honey.
Get upstairs you
miserable, ignorant wretch,
Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.
Quiet you idiot.
You still want to kill her?
Hmm, of course.
This is as much a matter
of pride as profit.
Won't be easy.
One moment please, Mr. Mascaro.
I just wanna listen to
that last little bit again.
Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.
Coming up.
That's a funny thing
for him to say.
What's coming up?
Anybody, mm-hmm,
I mean mistress.
Sit down.
Where?
On the floor!
We gonna watch a
little movie, mm-hmm?
Shut up, Harrison.
If you keep talking,
I'll have to punish you
and I just don't have
the time right now.
This is a download from
the audio/video bug
in Warbeck's house.
How'd we get a bug
in Warbeck's house?
There is no we, Harrison,
there's only me,
and a sloppy man
-shaped appendage, you.
I placed the bug in
Warbeck's house when we went
there for Christmas.
It takes one image
ever five seconds,
downloads automatically
at intervals.
None of this means
anything to you of course.
The killing took place
sometime after midnight.
There.
The gymnasium is at the end
of this hall, that's where
he was going.
So now he and Warbeck are
being killed, so let's
jump ahead a few moments.
I saw something.
Do tell.
What the hell?
They look like dolls.
What the hell?
[creepy music]
[girls chattering]
Coming up, coming up.
What could he mean by that?
Mr. Travis, what
about the woman?
Hmm?
The woman.
Mercy Shaw.
She's leaving tonight.
Oh yes, kill her, would you?
I'll leave the
manner in your hands.
[growling]
Hey guys, quit screwing
around, we've got work to do.
Play 'em, Hylas.
Number four!
Fucking idiots, fuck off!
Play number four!
[electric zapping, screaming]
[upbeat music]
♪ I will make your veins pour
♪ Into me
♪ I would like to
drink you dry ♪
♪ So greedy
♪ Drain to you
♪ Drain sex you
♪ Drain devour
♪ Drain obsessed with you
♪ Drain, drain
Entrance B, are we secure?
Entrance B is secure.
Lobby, elevators?
Lobby and elevators secure.
Lock down on one.
Departure route?
Departure route four by four.
Support vehicles
are standing by.
Roger that.
All stations stand by.
Live wire, repeat, live wire.
Alpha is eminent, now
bring up the elevator
and let's get this
show on the road.
Is everything okay?
Everything's fine.
You've got nothing
to worry about.
The building's secure.
We're going directly
to the garage.
We'll be in one of five
identical vehicles,
each taking a separate
route to the airport.
I might stop worrying
once I cross the equator.
I promise you that nothing
human can touch you.
Oh?
I'd stake my life on it.
[suspenseful music]
Alert the drivers.
[electric buzz]
[screaming]
[dolls grunting]
[dolls snickering]
I should have Warbeck's
shares by the beginning
of the week.
And I already have leverage
on Mercy Shaw's next of kin.
Some pictures involving an
underage girl being used
in a way that God
never intended.
Next of kin, mm-hmm.
Ain't that a bit premature?
Ow!
Idiot, she'll be
dead by tonight.
How do you, how do--
Umm!
Mistress.
I mean mistress, mm
-hmm, how do you--
Ow!
That's for being stupid.
I know that your office
downstairs is bugged somehow,
that's how Virgil Travis
knows of her intention to run.
He'll send his dolls
out to kill her before
the end of the night.
All for the better, really.
Now the only loose end is him.
Find and dandy, mm-hmm,
but how do you keep 'em
from doing the same thing to us?
Us?
Ow!
Don't you mean you?
In Virgil Travis's war,
I'm just a civilian.
Huh, that's an
interesting thought.
At any rate, if he tries
to send his dolls in here,
he'll have a rather
unpleasant surprise.
Like what?
Ow!
I've taken steps.
That means that unless he has
access to a cruise missile,
we're untouchable.
Unfortunately I can't get
him in that fortress he's in.
Stale mate?
Oh!
That is a word I told
you never to use.
When force fails, one
must rely upon finesse,
and in this area there's
no doubt, I have the edge.
Is there anything in this
world more pathetic than a man?
I think not.
Ow!
[dolls grunting]
[dolls screaming]
[alarm sounding]
Hey, hey, hey, what's that?
Is that an alarm over there?
My, sooner than I thought.
Dear Virgil is impatient.
Is that a fire over there?
Just a little mouse
trap, that's all.
It's them doll things, isn't it?
Yes.
Now don't fret Harry,
everything's gonna be fine.
I've got it all worked out.
Tomorrow I'm gonna pay a
visit to Mr. Virgil Travis
and everything's
going to be fine.
You, hmm.
Travis don't see nobody.
Why would he see you, hmm?
Why?
Because I'm the gentle
innocent wife of
his most brilliant competitor.
Go to sleep little Harry,
mommy needs her beauty rest.
[sniveling]
He doesn't look too good.
He's toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Toasted.
Please girls, please.
A little compassion for
our diminutive friend.
[sniveling]
[growling]
Now, now, be brave.
After Darkie here ran
into that fire trap
we did a creep-through
on the whole perimeter.
There's no way in, unless we do
a full-scale mercenary thing.
You think Yulin wouldn't
have prepared against
that contingency as well?
What height above ground
were the flame throwers?
Eight inches, give or take.
Aimed straight across, not up.
You have read my
mind, Mr. Mascaro.
This defense was clearly
installed with our friends
here in mind.
How unfortunate.
Still, I should have
guessed that Yulin
would learn the truth.
Once again I've
underestimated him.
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
No, go ahead.
What's that?
Where is she?
Did you search her?
Guess who's waiting
in the sitting room?
You know I detest guessing
games, Mr. Mascaro.
Mrs. Yulin.
What?
Yulin's wife.
See.
What in the world?
What's the meaning of this?
Ms. Yulin.
Mr. Travis?
Speaking.
I'd like to speak with you.
Proceed.
I mean to say I'd
like to meet with you.
Why?
Please?
I shall be down momentarily.
Should I have her searched?
I studied body
language Mr. Mascaro,
that's hardly a woman
bent on a suicide mission.
However there is one
much more important thing
that you can do for me.
What's that?
Locate the vehicle
that brought her here.
Ms. Yulin.
Mr. Travis.
I don't usually meet
people face to face,
if you'll pardon the expression.
I appreciate you taking
the time to see me.
May I fetch you a drink?
Yes please, brandy.
No questions about the mask?
Course not.
Such a question would
be discourteous.
In any case, I'm more
interested in the
man underneath the mask.
Indeed.
Thank you.
Please.
Ms. Yulin, life to me is
largely a matter of calculation,
but you are a term I had
not previously considered.
And knowing and admiring
your husband as I do,
I can hardly believe that
your presence here is
not a part of some larger plan.
You admire my husband?
Most people think
he's a buffoon.
Yes, but, but you
and I know better.
I've seen his ineffable
mark on a hundred
business ventures, a
dozen assassinations.
Does that shock you?
I know the sort of
man my husband is.
He's clear and resolute.
A man of power and vision.
That's why I married him.
That's why I love him.
Your husband didn't
send you here at all,
you came on your own.
Yes.
Why, to beg for mercy?
To ask for an armistice.
I understand that this is
a battle for dominance,
but in that battle both
might fall, you know this.
I see now that your
husband has a most valuable
asset that I had not
at all considered.
He knows about the dolls.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
Mr. Travis, I know that
I can't out-reason you.
I can't win a war of
words or any other
kind of war with you, but great
men must have great hearts.
Tell me then, how do
I reach your heart?
How do I stop this?
I'm afraid that you're mistaken
about the size of my heart.
I'm not at all what you think.
What are you then?
I am nothing.
What?
I said that I am nothing.
I am an emptiness and like
all emptiness I struggle
perpetually to be filled.
I draw in wealth, power,
sensation, but still I am empty.
Still I am nothing.
Take care Ms. Yulin,
lest you be sucked in as well.
Have you ever heard of a
man named Honore DeLesseps?
A French philosopher, wasn't he?
Yes.
He once said that if you
crave power then love nothing,
not even your own life,
because to love a thing
is to give it your power.
He also said that love
was desire satisfied
and hatred desire unsatisfied.
Sorry, that sounds
better in French.
What do you desire Mr. Travis?
What I desire, Ms.
Yulin, is my own concern.
Now listen carefully, I
promise nothing regarding
your husband, that's between us,
but so long as you do not
become a weapon against me
you will not be harmed.
Why Mr. Travis?
Why this concern for me?
Ms. Yulin, there are
so few truly excellent
things in this world, we
must try to preserve them
when we can.
Now go.
They're on board.
Mr. Travis, they're on--
I heard you the first
time, Mr. Mascaro.
I'll go after them
in a few minutes.
Pick them up after the kill.
No.
Leave now.
But--
Now.
Some music Hylas.
Number 10.
Number 10.
Fuck you Hylas.
Play number 10.
Fuck you you little prick.
No!
[electricity buzzing]
[screaming]
♪ You are dressed in black
♪ You are running back
Louder!
Louder!
All the way up!
♪ Broken lack such a fright
♪ Love, love, love is a razor
♪ Low down
♪ Open me up and mend
all my broken parts ♪
♪ Take out this
shattered broken ♪
♪ Like you
[growling]
[snickering]
So he had a mask on, huh?
I knew there was a
screw loose there.
Oh, ooh.
He's the most brilliant
man I've ever met.
Most people I've got
figured in five seconds,
but Virgil Travis, I'm still
trying to work him out.
Perhaps he's
deformed in some way.
Even still, the way
he acted toward me,
his body was, I could've sworn--
Old boy was hot for you, huh?
Shut up you moron!
No!
Not lust, I know
that well enough, no.
He was almost courtly.
Who would've ever dreamed
that Virgil Travis,
of all people, was
secretly a romantic?
I think he was smitten with me.
I don't know if it's
more amusing or pathetic.
I, hmm, I still don't get why
you went over there anyhow.
Hmm, how's it going to help us?
There you go, using
that word again, us.
Make it tighter, mistress.
Be quiet.
Harry, in every relationship
there's a moment of truth.
Darling using you for a
living ventriloquist dummy has
had its advantages, but I
suppose this was inevitable.
What's that honey?
Don't fret, you've
already signed all
the necessary documents
for transition of power.
Ooh!
It should be a smooth one.
What, what's that honey?
Come on now, what're you
talking about honey-bunny?
Mmm-hmm-hmm-mm.
Oh and by the way, Harrison,
I've always despised
that laugh of yours.
Ciao.
Moira?
Moira?
Pussy, you still there?
Moira.
Moira, pussy, you still there?
I'm stuck.
Oh, there you are.
I thought you'd run
out on me there.
I still remember when
you went away and left
me in this thing over
Memorial Day weekend.
Yeah honey, yeah mistress.
That's the way.
I'm a bad boy.
That's me.
Bad boy.
Ow!
Wow, okay, okay.
I'm good now, I'm good mistress.
I'm good now.
Ooh.
Moira.
Moira.
Abort.
This is injuring me.
Come on now.
Moira, this ain't funny.
I said abort.
Code word, you know, it
means stop twisting the wire.
Honey.
Come on now.
Holy shit!
Where did you come from?
Moira!
Moira!
Anybody!
[groaning]
[grunting]
[intense music]
I hope it was as good for
you as it was for me, angel.
Okay my three little killers,
which way do we go?
That's it, that's it,
back the way you came,
back to the rear stairs.
That's it.
[phone ringing]
Travis.
Mr. Travis, Mr. Travis.
What's that? Hello?
This is Moira Yulin.
Ms. Yulin.
Harrison's dead,
they killed him.
Ms. Yulin, uh--
And now they're after me.
What are you saying?
You told me I
wouldn't be harmed,
you lied to me!
You used me, didn't you?
No, no, I didn't lie, they
was sent for your husband,
not you.
Liar, you're a liar.
You're a monster.
[gasps] They're
outside the door!
They're breaking in!
Moira run, run from them!
Oh God help me!
Leave her alone.
I order you, leave her alone.
I created you.
Leave her alone!
[tape rewinding]
Moira run, run from them.
Leave her alone.
I order you, leave her alone.
I created you.
Leave her alone!
[exhales]
Yes Virgil hello.
Ms. Yulin.
For now with my poor
husband being dead, I think
I'll resume my maiden name.
Deray, as in Gilles De Re.
Perhaps you've heard of him.
I believe I've read the
record of his trial.
Well my dear masked man,
unless you want to be reading
the record of your own
trial, I think it that
a rapprochement
will be essential.
Really?
A good player always knows
when the game is over, Virgil.
If I may be so bold, I
have a video taped record
of the killing of my poor
husband, your tape recorded
confession and your very
interesting little dolls.
Oh and by the way, I also
have a tape of those same
dolls at the house of the
dear departed Mr. Warbeck.
Coming up.
What's that?
You had your husband wired.
I heard him speaking to you.
I should've realized it.
It was you.
All along it was you.
And even when I met you
I never suspected it.
I thought you were--
You that what I wanted
you to think, that I was
a nervous desperate little wife.
Yes.
I was a fool.
You're a romantic, which
I supposed amounts to
the same thing, I hope I
didn't break your heart.
Oh yeah that's right, I
forgot, you don't have one.
I remember making that claim.
Now Virgil.
I must ask your pardon.
I can't speak right now.
I'll be in touch with you soon.
I, I, I cannot speak
anymore right now.
[dolls grunting]
The pit yawns before me.
I, of all living creatures,
can't permit myself
no illusion of a soul.
It's from emptiness that I came
and that emptiness
awaits me at the end.
And what dwells between but
a mad, pointless puppet show,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
Yeah, I hear you man.
How easy it would be.
Sure would.
Just one little squish.
I actually had tender
thoughts toward her.
I even imagined what it
might be like to love her.
But it was a sham, pretense.
She used me.
She used me!
She outwitted me!
No.
No, we'll leave death in
the waiting room a while
longer I think.
A man who loves nothing
may do anything.
So let her see what can
be done with this woman.
Hylas!
[clanking]
Play 'em.
Number one.
Play!
[screaming]
Play!
Play number one!
I don't suppose you eat, do you?
Well it doesn't really
matter whether I return
you alive or dead.
You three are, how
shall I put this?
Pawns in this game.
Odd little pawns admittedly,
but pawns nonetheless.
I suspect your master has
had a sleepless night.
He's been thinking,
plotting revenge against me.
I told him that the game
was over, but of course
we both know that's
not the case.
He'll expect demands but
I'm going to surprise him.
Men have never realized
that for a woman's surrender
is just another way of winning.
In the end he'll be no
different from poor Harry.
By the time I'm done with him,
there won't be anything left.
[phone ringing]
Hello Virgil.
A meeting?
Of course.
No, no, a public place isn't
necessary, I'll come over
if that would be
acceptable to you.
Virgil?
Yes, yes, that will be fine.
I look forward to seeing you.
She doesn't wanna meet
in a public place.
So the ambush is off.
Yes.
No.
She's coming here.
That's convenient.
Yes, but why is she making
it convenient for me?
Is this more subtlety
or mere brashness?
Does it matter?
I don't know.
That's what has me worried.
[doorbell rings]
Good evening Ms. Deray.
[laughter]
Explain.
Why I'm placing
myself in your power?
Yes.
There are so few truly
excellent things in this
world that we must try to
preserve them when we can.
And should I be moved
to preserve you?
Or do you suggest that
you wish to preserve me?
A plea for mercy
or a veiled threat?
Your dolls.
The tape of the killing.
The cassette tape
of your confession.
The tape showing the
dolls at Warbeck's.
And this.
And what are these?
I am signing over to
you for the sum of $1.00
the total assets of my
late husband's companies.
I've also signed a confession
admitting that I killed
Harrison myself and
undertook to frame you by
means and methods
consistent with the tapes.
There are no copies of
the tapes, by the way,
but you could hardly
be sure of this,
this obviates the
need to be sure.
Why are you doing this?
Do you hope to prevent
your death in this way?
No Virgil.
If a man of wealth and
means desires the death of
another with sufficient fervor,
then that person must die.
My death is yours
if you want it.
But I can give you
something more, something
you cannot take,
something only I can give.
And what is that?
Me.
My life.
I knew the first time we met
that you had feelings for me.
Feelings, yes.
But what I wanted then
you cannot give me.
What you showed me then
was a creature of grace
and gentleness, but
that was mere artifice.
You see, even we who
are destined to dwell in
the mud can still
long for the sky.
And what do you see when
you look in the sky, Virgil?
Nothing.
Emptiness.
Life is down here with
all the lying and killing
and fucking.
If I were a man you would
have to kill me because
nothing could make you trust me.
But I'm a woman.
A young woman.
The wounds of nations are
healed in the bedchambers
of kings.
You will be able to
trust me implicitly
when I am the mother
of your children.
So you are proposing a dynasty.
And what about this?
It's irrelevant.
Remember Virgil, I gave my
body to an idiot for ten years
in order to further
my ambitions.
I doubt that you could be worse.
No worse than an idiot.
There's a mighty foundation
upon which to build
a marriage.
Virgil, you are the most
brilliant man I have
ever known.
And I am the most brilliant
woman I have ever known.
We are both too intelligent
to believe in a life
beyond this one.
Whatever immortality we can
hope for must be procreative.
There's no other woman in
the world for you except me.
Your pride compels you to
kill me, master me instead.
Take me, use me.
If I die, what can you
hope for different from
what you've had?
But together think
of what we can do.
The power, the glory.
We can be lords of the earth.
I've had this prepared,
it's a marriage license.
I've took the liberty of
forging your signature.
Don't worry though, it's
indistinguishable from your own.
Indeed it is.
Another skill.
I have talents you
haven't even dreamed of.
Virgil we are both,
how shall I put this?
Very busy people.
If you're going to kill me,
then let's get on with it.
I have nothing more to say.
But if not, give me
the dollar and find
a justice of the peace.
I'm afraid I don't carry cash.
Mr. Mascaro?
Sorry Mr. Travis,
I've only got 50s.
Ah, Hylas, thank you.
You are now the proud
owner of my fortune.
And me.
And you needn't worry
about a justice of
the peace, Mr. Mascaro
is an ordained minister.
You're joking.
Officially Mr. Mascaro
is my religious advisor.
Church of the Diving Spirit.
I'm in McAlister
registry of religions.
Most convenient at tax time.
I see.
Well then, I see
no reason to wait.
No, let us proceed at once.
Move the fuck over.
Do you Virgil Travis
take this woman to
be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
Do you Moira Yulin, err
Deray, take this man
to be your lawfully
wedded husband?
I do.
Then by the power vested
in me by the divine spirit,
that totally permeates
the whole universe,
wheresoever you may go you
cannot get away from it.
I declare you to be
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Yes, I think so.
After all, as you said,
such matters are irrelevant
to the founding of a dynasty.
Let us kiss.
And more than kiss, let
us proceed with your
procreative ambitions.
[gasps]
What's the matter my dear?
Don't tell me that
you're afraid to play
in this particular patch of mud.
There is, after all, no
woman in the world for me
except for you.
Embrace me then
my angel, my love.
Press your sweet gentle
lips against mine.
[screaming]
I'm sorry if the face
beneath the mask was
not what you expected.
But then the face beneath
your mask was rather
a disappointment to me as well.
You see, by giving
me a glimpse of love,
something I never imagined
I could experience,
and then ripping it away,
it managed to convince me
of something that
I've long suspected.
My life
gives me no more pleasure,
and when a thing ceases
to please me, I
rid myself of it.
What did he say?
Shh!
My domain is now being sealed
and flooded with toxic gas.
I'm with you boss.
Hell, here we come.
Me too boss.
Well that's not good.
Excuse me, what about us?
This is definitely not good.
Just to satisfy your curiosity,
I am not a man nor a woman born.
[screams]
My mother, dear woman,
grew me in a bottle.
A technique she devised, though
clearly failed to perfect.
Prospect of a dynasty of
living [mumbles] such as myself
holds no charm.
[screaming]
Virgil please, I, I.
So I've managed to make
a woman speechless.
Well then, perhaps the
whole thing was worth while
after all.
Man, what a bummer.
Hey, Ninja Baby, we owe you one.
[coughing]
Maybe we ought to leave now.
That sounds great.
Boss!
The girls!
Oh Hylas.
Fuck you!
The door's locked.
[panicking] We can't get out!
Stop, he has a grenade!
[coughing]
Hey, look it's the little guys.
Hurry!
Come on, hurry up.
Everybody ready?
[cheering]
One moment please
ladies and gentlemen,
and boys and girls.
By all rights we should
be showing the end credits
right now, but we have a
bit of an awkward problem.
You see we came up with
two endings for this story
and we couldn't
decide between them.
What you just saw a
minute ago, that's one.
Moira is tortured, the
girls and the dolls get away
and the rest of us all die.
Okay, I can see
the cynical appeal.
But being as I am a
fundamentally spiritual person,
I prefer the following
rather different ending
to our proceedings.
Little prick.
We're gonna get you now.
Oh Hylas, fuck you!
Oh Hylas, you play
some music now.
[girls chattering]
[gun firing]
[screaming]
That's enough of that!
Show a little protocol,
a little spirituality.
Behave yourselves.
Take a lesson from my
little friends over there.
Hey, knock it off!
This is supposed to
be a happy occasion.
Anybody make it not so happy,
then I'm not gonna be happy.
Do I make myself clear?
Do I?
Play, Hylas.
Right.
Play Hylas.
Recessional, play!
[wedding march]
Stop!
Do you Virgil Travis
take this woman to
be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
And do you Moira Yulin,
err Deray, take this
man to be your lawfully
wedded husband?
I do.
That's all I need.
Then by the power vested
in me by the divine spirit,
that totally permeated
the entire universe,
wheresoever you be you
may not get away from it,
I declare you to be
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Yes, I think so.
After all, as you said,
such matters are irrelevant
to the founding of a dynasty.
So my dear, let us kiss.
[gasps]
What's the matter my dear?
Don't tell me that
I disappoint you.
That I disgust you,
this thing that I am.
Disgust me?
How could you do that?
What?
Virgil, I can't lie to you.
I wanted to despise
you and dominate you
because I thought
you were just a man,
and men are only worthy of
being despised and dominated,
but now I know the truth.
You're more than a man.
Virgil, I never believed
it could be possible, but
I actually.
What?
Virgil, don't you see?
We're both marvels and
we're both monsters.
Believe me, I know it now.
We were meant for one another.
I don't know what to say.
Virgil, I love you.
Because you're a monster
and because you're more
than a man.
I love you.
Virgil, my Virgil.
[smooching]
Oh Virgil, now the world
really has something
to worry about.
Play 'em Hylas.
♪ Pain, love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the shame
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ You're the dream
girl in my nightmares ♪
♪ You're the strange
taste in my mouth ♪
♪ I would follow you
to hell and back ♪
♪ You're the wind
that's blowing south ♪
♪ Pain, love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the chain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ I'll be your robot
♪ I will obey
♪ I need a master
♪ Treat me that way
♪ I'll be your slave girl
♪ Finer than fine
♪ Won't you abuse me
♪ Please be unkind
♪ Pain, love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the chain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Love is pain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
♪ Take the strain
♪ Feel the chain
♪ P-A-I-N, pain
[hard rock, screaming lyrics]
♪ Lady baby bleed
♪ That's all I need
♪ Gonna get screwed
♪ What a pity
♪ Lady baby bleed
[hard rock, screaming lyrics]