Clownery (2020) - full transcript
After a terrible trauma on her birthday, Emma chooses not to celebrate it again. But when she turns 21, a friend of her breaks the ritual with a surprise party, unaware of awakening horrors...
- Alright young lady, you ready?
- Is it good?
- Oh stop it!
Mm-hm, what's this?
- I know it, thank you.
- What do you mean, you know it?
- Hey, look who's here for you!
Ta-da, Bobby is here.
- Hey, no, no, you're
too young for this.
- What's going on?
- It's an emergency
at the hospital.
Do you really have
to shoot everything?
You'll stay with your father
for a little while, okay?
- Mom, you promised me.
- It's just you, me, and Bobby,
we'll have fun, Emma.
Oh, come on sweetie.
I've got something
for you, surprise!
- Ta-da!
- Ta-da!
- Hi, I'm Charlie.
- I'm Buster!
- Look over there, ah!
Okay then, there's
only one rule.
- Do you guys need a lift?
- We'll take taxi.
- Sorry, can I use
the toilet please?
Sure, I'll show you.
- Thank you.
- Are you Charlie?
- Yes sir.
- May I ask you...
Shut up you little faggot,
or I'll make a fucking
hole in your head.
- What do you want?
- I want you to
entertain my baby-arm.
Jerk me off quick and I swear
I'll let you go like
nothing happened.
- Emma Wallace, is
this what you wish for?
- What the fuck is going on?
- Ah right, you
don't do such things.
- Dickheads.
A copybook please.
- Let me check.
- Hey, hey, your copybook.
- Students of Italian Cinema,
please can you come with me.
- Come on, you pussy!
Even your granny
is better than you.
- What the hell are you doing?
What the fuck is going on here?
Tell me or I'll
make you smoke all...
- Nice one!
- Hey!
- Do you even know how
fun you can have too
with a butt like that?
- Fuck you!
- Can I wish you
a happy birthday?
Come on, please, please!
- Alison, no.
- But it's your birthday.
- You know I hate it.
- What if I told you I
managed to persuade Matty?
- Are you insane?
- I told him this time you're
willing to do anything.
See this as a second chance.
- Open your books at chapter 12.
In 1864, Peter Waage
and Cato Guldberg
pioneered the development
of chemical by formulating
the law of mass action.
Elementary reaction follow
the law of mass action,
but the rate law of
stepwise reaction
has to be derived by
combining the rate law
of the various elementary steps
In 1901 he was awarded
by the first Nobel Prize
in recognition of the
extraordinary services
he has rendered by the...
Emma Wallace, what happened?
- Tina, cut it out!
- It's not she who's
an expert in cuts.
- Idiot.
- Hi.
Emma.
Emma.
Emma.
- I'm here.
- I'm sorry for that.
- It's okay.
- No worries, I'll
take care of it.
But there's something
I have to do first.
- No way!
- Come on, I already
told her you'd come too.
- She may be a real hottie,
but that girl is nuts!
- You owe me.
I know your dirty secret.
- I don't get what
you see in her.
- Maybe I'm out of my mind.
But she's still my friend.
- She needs help.
- She has a crush on you,
and she wasn't ready that time.
- She almost bit my lip off.
- Mm, hm, look, you
are the only reason
that will make her
come to that party.
I want a party pack,
and some benzos
tablets for a friend.
Ugh.
A-ah.
- I'm back.
Mom?
Hey bitch!
- Jiminy Cricket told me
there's a party tonight.
- So, are you going to go there?
- Hm, You know I love
parties but the weirdo's one?
I'd rather not.
- Hm, other plans?
- Have to upload that video.
- Wait, what?
- Veronica, hurry up!
We have a pizza to order.
- You haven't got off
your phone since we got here.
- Just a minute,
I'm working for you.
- What's wrong with you today?
- Throwing you a
party ain't that easy.
It's not like you
have lots of friends.
- What part of "I don't
celebrate my birthday",
don't you get?
- You talk like it's
some sort of curse.
Why don't you pick up?
Keeping on hating him won't
bring your mother back.
You're not a child anymore.
This is your chance to try
and reconnect with him.
- I really don't think so.
- Maybe he misses you.
- I liked you more when you
were texting in silence.
- Dammit, I know every
single one of your secrets.
You saw me naked and
drunk, we even kissed,
but you have never, ever,
told me anything
about your family.
Tell me, that's why you got
held back in school, right?
- Why do you keep going on
and on about this story?
- Emma!
- Maybe he misses you?
- Emma, Emma.
Emma.
Oh Emma.
- Emma?
Emma, what's the matter?
- It was like a
daydream nightmare.
- I'd better not
to give you that dope.
- Sorry, I gotta go.
Leave.
- Emma.
- I said leave!
- We need to talk.
Just give me a few minutes.
- Leave, or I'll call the cops.
- I just wanna tell you
what went on that day.
It was a really nice day.
- I give you five minutes.
- Where do I start?
- You've two left.
- It's not easy.
- I'll help you out.
Tell me what the fuck
happened that fucking day!
- It, it was an accident.
- Get out!
Get out!
- I'll explain everything
but please calm dawn!
I don't even
recognize you anymore.
- You know, it happens
when you abandon kids.
- Do you remember
those two clowns?
- Are you actually asking?
- Well, after the party
there was a fight.
I had a few drinks.
Trust me, the shot
was fired by accident.
Emma, I need you to
believe me on this.
- It was two shots.
- I was stressed.
I was stressed
because of my job.
And on top of that, your
mother had just got sick.
- Do not mention her.
- I swear to you there
hasn't been a second
I did not regret it.
That's why I'm back.
To tell you I'm
gonna turn myself in.
But I wish that you
forgive me first.
- You have to leave now.
- Emma.
- Time's up.
- Okay, if you change your mind,
know that I stay
at the Park Hotel.
I'll wait for you.
- Hey, I saw your call.
What, no, no, no, no, no,
no you can't do this to me!
But we had a deal, I
need the house tonight.
I don't give a fuck about
administrative problems.
- All right
young lady, you ready?
- Is it good?
- Oh stop it.
Mm-hm, what's this?
- I know it, thank you!
- What do you mean you know it?
- Hey, look who's here for you.
Ta-da, Bobby is here!
- Hey, no, no, you're
too young for this.
- Ah!
Emma, Emma?
We're coming for you.
Tell your friends to join us.
- What there fuck do you want?
- Matty please, you
have to help me.
- And you are?
- Don't mind her, she's leaving.
- You say I'm a weirdo,
I mean look at you!
- Fuck you!
You know, you should try to
fuck every now and then, bitch!
- Matty?
- Let's play a game!
- Ah!
- You like it?
- Ah!
- You like it?
- Ooh.
- I need some company.
- Why the fuck
would you do that?
Ginger, you're such an asshole.
Come on, delete it now.
I don't want that sleaze
of my mother's
boyfriend to see that.
- Considering the
notoriety of the video,
your stepfather would
be drained already.
- It's not funny.
- Yes it is.
- Can you please help
me out and delete it?
- I'm not the boss here.
- I mean,
according to pussywagon63,
I'm the ping pong queen.
- Wow.
- Are you sure?
Usually they ask me to strip.
- I don't give a fuck
about what they ask you.
Go to the bathroom
and get dressed!
And move on!
- Bitches.
Tina, you should come up
with something better.
And you Veronica,
make sure to tidy it all up.
- I've worn a lot
of weird stuff, but this...
- Shut up!
If you want to open
up to somebody,
do it with my cock.
- Stop this shit, I wanna fuck.
- Bha, ha, bha!
- Lucky them.
- You say something, babe?
- Nothing, keep
trying with cold water.
- Oh my god, what
happened to you?
- Allison, you have to help me.
- You did it again?
Dammit, you did it again!
I could kill you for that!
- Woo!
- I told you not to.
- I cared for you to celebrate.
- I have to leave.
It's not safe for me here.
- Emma, wait.
I'm sorry, I didn't know
it really mattered to you.
- Allison, I've nowhere to go.
There's a problem with
my mother house and...
- Shh, this should've
been my present for you,
but I know how to fix this.
My father owns a homestead
in the countryside,
but he never goes there.
If you want, I can tell you
where he keeps the spare key.
- Yes, yes, yes!
- Okay.
- Is it good?
- Oh...
- We're coming for you!
Me, you, and Bobby.
- Emma?
- Allison?
- Hi Emma.
Remember me?
I do remember you.
We made sure you
had a great time.
Now it's your turn to
take care of us.
Buster, what do you smell?
- Flesh!
- Say cheese.
- Rar!
- See, we haven't
changed at all.
- At all.
- And do you know why?
- Why?
- Ask your father.
- Oh father.
- Forgive him, he
was a weird guy
when still alive too.
- By alive, he means
before your father
did this to me!
- You're not real!
You're just a
creation of my mind!
- Blah, blah, blah.
- Maybe you didn't quite
grasp the psychology book.
- You still sure we're not real?
- Bitch!
- Emma, relax, it's me!
- What are you doing here?
- What?
- I couldn't believe it.
It was so real.
- You read this junk?
I'd rather tabloids or a
magazine full of hot men.
- Allison!
Leave!
- Absolutely not!
- Please, they could come back.
- They, who?
- I don't want you to get hurt.
- Emma, what do you mean?
- You don't understand.
- Can you explain to me what's
with you, once and for all?
- It's complicated.
- At least try.
I canceled an entire
party for you!
- Do you really wanna know?
- Yes!
- On my tenth birthday,
my father killed two
clowns in front of me.
Since that day, I've
started suffering
from a sort of clown-phobia.
I keep seeing these two clowns
but it only always
happens on my birthday.
But today was different.
It seemed like I established
a connection with them.
- Right, let's talk about
something more serious.
- It's what I tried to explain.
- Emma, what's going on?
- Come on Emma,
it's your chance.
- Kill her, kill her, kill her.
- Kill her!
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her, kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Emma, please, let's leave.
What are you doing?
- Trust me.
- Please.
- No, don't listen to her!
It's all her fault after all.
She's the one who threw
the goddamn party.
- She's the one who
rang your father!
- Just like her
father, you're a fucking genius.
- Was he like this?
- Make sure you shoot
a nice scene here.
This one a one take.
- This is a masterpiece.
- A masterpiece!
- Emma!
- I'm sorry.
Bobby, you're late.
Are you drunk?
- No
- You smell like beer.
Nice job.
Here comes the hardest part.
Come on.
You have just to stab me.
Are you having second thoughts?
- Course not.
- Then what the fuck
is wrong with you?
- Uh, I was just wondering, why?
- Look, if you do it, I'll
allow you to fuck my dead body.
- What about the money instead?
All right, I'll
get the job done.
- I changed my mind.
- Are you Charlie?
- Yes, sir.
- Shut up you little faggot
or I'll make a fucking
hole in your head.
- What the fuck is going on?
- What do you think, Buster?
Do you like my new look?
Charlie, you are the best.
- Is it good?
- Oh stop it!
Mm-hm, what's this?
- I know it, thank you.
- What do you mean, you know it?
- Hey, look who's here for you!
Ta-da, Bobby is here.
- Hey, no, no, you're
too young for this.
- What's going on?
- It's an emergency
at the hospital.
Do you really have
to shoot everything?
You'll stay with your father
for a little while, okay?
- Mom, you promised me.
- It's just you, me, and Bobby,
we'll have fun, Emma.
Oh, come on sweetie.
I've got something
for you, surprise!
- Ta-da!
- Ta-da!
- Hi, I'm Charlie.
- I'm Buster!
- Look over there, ah!
Okay then, there's
only one rule.
- Do you guys need a lift?
- We'll take taxi.
- Sorry, can I use
the toilet please?
Sure, I'll show you.
- Thank you.
- Are you Charlie?
- Yes sir.
- May I ask you...
Shut up you little faggot,
or I'll make a fucking
hole in your head.
- What do you want?
- I want you to
entertain my baby-arm.
Jerk me off quick and I swear
I'll let you go like
nothing happened.
- Emma Wallace, is
this what you wish for?
- What the fuck is going on?
- Ah right, you
don't do such things.
- Dickheads.
A copybook please.
- Let me check.
- Hey, hey, your copybook.
- Students of Italian Cinema,
please can you come with me.
- Come on, you pussy!
Even your granny
is better than you.
- What the hell are you doing?
What the fuck is going on here?
Tell me or I'll
make you smoke all...
- Nice one!
- Hey!
- Do you even know how
fun you can have too
with a butt like that?
- Fuck you!
- Can I wish you
a happy birthday?
Come on, please, please!
- Alison, no.
- But it's your birthday.
- You know I hate it.
- What if I told you I
managed to persuade Matty?
- Are you insane?
- I told him this time you're
willing to do anything.
See this as a second chance.
- Open your books at chapter 12.
In 1864, Peter Waage
and Cato Guldberg
pioneered the development
of chemical by formulating
the law of mass action.
Elementary reaction follow
the law of mass action,
but the rate law of
stepwise reaction
has to be derived by
combining the rate law
of the various elementary steps
In 1901 he was awarded
by the first Nobel Prize
in recognition of the
extraordinary services
he has rendered by the...
Emma Wallace, what happened?
- Tina, cut it out!
- It's not she who's
an expert in cuts.
- Idiot.
- Hi.
Emma.
Emma.
Emma.
- I'm here.
- I'm sorry for that.
- It's okay.
- No worries, I'll
take care of it.
But there's something
I have to do first.
- No way!
- Come on, I already
told her you'd come too.
- She may be a real hottie,
but that girl is nuts!
- You owe me.
I know your dirty secret.
- I don't get what
you see in her.
- Maybe I'm out of my mind.
But she's still my friend.
- She needs help.
- She has a crush on you,
and she wasn't ready that time.
- She almost bit my lip off.
- Mm, hm, look, you
are the only reason
that will make her
come to that party.
I want a party pack,
and some benzos
tablets for a friend.
Ugh.
A-ah.
- I'm back.
Mom?
Hey bitch!
- Jiminy Cricket told me
there's a party tonight.
- So, are you going to go there?
- Hm, You know I love
parties but the weirdo's one?
I'd rather not.
- Hm, other plans?
- Have to upload that video.
- Wait, what?
- Veronica, hurry up!
We have a pizza to order.
- You haven't got off
your phone since we got here.
- Just a minute,
I'm working for you.
- What's wrong with you today?
- Throwing you a
party ain't that easy.
It's not like you
have lots of friends.
- What part of "I don't
celebrate my birthday",
don't you get?
- You talk like it's
some sort of curse.
Why don't you pick up?
Keeping on hating him won't
bring your mother back.
You're not a child anymore.
This is your chance to try
and reconnect with him.
- I really don't think so.
- Maybe he misses you.
- I liked you more when you
were texting in silence.
- Dammit, I know every
single one of your secrets.
You saw me naked and
drunk, we even kissed,
but you have never, ever,
told me anything
about your family.
Tell me, that's why you got
held back in school, right?
- Why do you keep going on
and on about this story?
- Emma!
- Maybe he misses you?
- Emma, Emma.
Emma.
Oh Emma.
- Emma?
Emma, what's the matter?
- It was like a
daydream nightmare.
- I'd better not
to give you that dope.
- Sorry, I gotta go.
Leave.
- Emma.
- I said leave!
- We need to talk.
Just give me a few minutes.
- Leave, or I'll call the cops.
- I just wanna tell you
what went on that day.
It was a really nice day.
- I give you five minutes.
- Where do I start?
- You've two left.
- It's not easy.
- I'll help you out.
Tell me what the fuck
happened that fucking day!
- It, it was an accident.
- Get out!
Get out!
- I'll explain everything
but please calm dawn!
I don't even
recognize you anymore.
- You know, it happens
when you abandon kids.
- Do you remember
those two clowns?
- Are you actually asking?
- Well, after the party
there was a fight.
I had a few drinks.
Trust me, the shot
was fired by accident.
Emma, I need you to
believe me on this.
- It was two shots.
- I was stressed.
I was stressed
because of my job.
And on top of that, your
mother had just got sick.
- Do not mention her.
- I swear to you there
hasn't been a second
I did not regret it.
That's why I'm back.
To tell you I'm
gonna turn myself in.
But I wish that you
forgive me first.
- You have to leave now.
- Emma.
- Time's up.
- Okay, if you change your mind,
know that I stay
at the Park Hotel.
I'll wait for you.
- Hey, I saw your call.
What, no, no, no, no, no,
no you can't do this to me!
But we had a deal, I
need the house tonight.
I don't give a fuck about
administrative problems.
- All right
young lady, you ready?
- Is it good?
- Oh stop it.
Mm-hm, what's this?
- I know it, thank you!
- What do you mean you know it?
- Hey, look who's here for you.
Ta-da, Bobby is here!
- Hey, no, no, you're
too young for this.
- Ah!
Emma, Emma?
We're coming for you.
Tell your friends to join us.
- What there fuck do you want?
- Matty please, you
have to help me.
- And you are?
- Don't mind her, she's leaving.
- You say I'm a weirdo,
I mean look at you!
- Fuck you!
You know, you should try to
fuck every now and then, bitch!
- Matty?
- Let's play a game!
- Ah!
- You like it?
- Ah!
- You like it?
- Ooh.
- I need some company.
- Why the fuck
would you do that?
Ginger, you're such an asshole.
Come on, delete it now.
I don't want that sleaze
of my mother's
boyfriend to see that.
- Considering the
notoriety of the video,
your stepfather would
be drained already.
- It's not funny.
- Yes it is.
- Can you please help
me out and delete it?
- I'm not the boss here.
- I mean,
according to pussywagon63,
I'm the ping pong queen.
- Wow.
- Are you sure?
Usually they ask me to strip.
- I don't give a fuck
about what they ask you.
Go to the bathroom
and get dressed!
And move on!
- Bitches.
Tina, you should come up
with something better.
And you Veronica,
make sure to tidy it all up.
- I've worn a lot
of weird stuff, but this...
- Shut up!
If you want to open
up to somebody,
do it with my cock.
- Stop this shit, I wanna fuck.
- Bha, ha, bha!
- Lucky them.
- You say something, babe?
- Nothing, keep
trying with cold water.
- Oh my god, what
happened to you?
- Allison, you have to help me.
- You did it again?
Dammit, you did it again!
I could kill you for that!
- Woo!
- I told you not to.
- I cared for you to celebrate.
- I have to leave.
It's not safe for me here.
- Emma, wait.
I'm sorry, I didn't know
it really mattered to you.
- Allison, I've nowhere to go.
There's a problem with
my mother house and...
- Shh, this should've
been my present for you,
but I know how to fix this.
My father owns a homestead
in the countryside,
but he never goes there.
If you want, I can tell you
where he keeps the spare key.
- Yes, yes, yes!
- Okay.
- Is it good?
- Oh...
- We're coming for you!
Me, you, and Bobby.
- Emma?
- Allison?
- Hi Emma.
Remember me?
I do remember you.
We made sure you
had a great time.
Now it's your turn to
take care of us.
Buster, what do you smell?
- Flesh!
- Say cheese.
- Rar!
- See, we haven't
changed at all.
- At all.
- And do you know why?
- Why?
- Ask your father.
- Oh father.
- Forgive him, he
was a weird guy
when still alive too.
- By alive, he means
before your father
did this to me!
- You're not real!
You're just a
creation of my mind!
- Blah, blah, blah.
- Maybe you didn't quite
grasp the psychology book.
- You still sure we're not real?
- Bitch!
- Emma, relax, it's me!
- What are you doing here?
- What?
- I couldn't believe it.
It was so real.
- You read this junk?
I'd rather tabloids or a
magazine full of hot men.
- Allison!
Leave!
- Absolutely not!
- Please, they could come back.
- They, who?
- I don't want you to get hurt.
- Emma, what do you mean?
- You don't understand.
- Can you explain to me what's
with you, once and for all?
- It's complicated.
- At least try.
I canceled an entire
party for you!
- Do you really wanna know?
- Yes!
- On my tenth birthday,
my father killed two
clowns in front of me.
Since that day, I've
started suffering
from a sort of clown-phobia.
I keep seeing these two clowns
but it only always
happens on my birthday.
But today was different.
It seemed like I established
a connection with them.
- Right, let's talk about
something more serious.
- It's what I tried to explain.
- Emma, what's going on?
- Come on Emma,
it's your chance.
- Kill her, kill her, kill her.
- Kill her!
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her, kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Kill her.
- Emma, please, let's leave.
What are you doing?
- Trust me.
- Please.
- No, don't listen to her!
It's all her fault after all.
She's the one who threw
the goddamn party.
- She's the one who
rang your father!
- Just like her
father, you're a fucking genius.
- Was he like this?
- Make sure you shoot
a nice scene here.
This one a one take.
- This is a masterpiece.
- A masterpiece!
- Emma!
- I'm sorry.
Bobby, you're late.
Are you drunk?
- No
- You smell like beer.
Nice job.
Here comes the hardest part.
Come on.
You have just to stab me.
Are you having second thoughts?
- Course not.
- Then what the fuck
is wrong with you?
- Uh, I was just wondering, why?
- Look, if you do it, I'll
allow you to fuck my dead body.
- What about the money instead?
All right, I'll
get the job done.
- I changed my mind.
- Are you Charlie?
- Yes, sir.
- Shut up you little faggot
or I'll make a fucking
hole in your head.
- What the fuck is going on?
- What do you think, Buster?
Do you like my new look?
Charlie, you are the best.