Cupid (2020) - full transcript

After being horrendously embarrassed by the mean girls at school, Faye, a practicing witch, summons the evil Cupid to take revenge on all those who wronged her.

- The story

is often told of Cupid.

But his origins, his true story,

is far from the

tales we've read.

Cupid was the son of

the two Roman gods:

Venus, his mother,

the goddess of love,

beauty, and fertility;

his father Mars,

the god of war and justice.

Meeting under unlikely

circumstances,

an affair blossomed

between the couple

and they gave life to

Cupid himself, a Roman god.

With his parents' influence,

Cupid would protect love

and all it stood for

in his growing years.

And when it came to

finding love for himself,

Cupid found himself

falling in love

with Psyche, the

goddess of soul.

However, his mother

grew jealous,

jealous of the beauty that

Psyche held not only within,

but on the surface, too.

Venus, an aging

goddess, grew bitter

over the youthful

look Psyche held;

she was possibly the most

beautiful woman in all the land.

And soon Venus barred Cupid

from being with Psyche.

Banning any love

between the couple,

disapproving of their love.

But the true love between them

could not hold Psyche back.

She begged for hope,

for approval from Venus.

Venus agreed to grant Psyche

and Cupid eternal love,

if Psyche were to complete

three impossible tasks.

Psyche accepted the challenge.

Assured that Psyche would be

unable to complete these tasks,

confident she may not

even come back alive,

was surprised when

Psyche returned,

having completed all three.

Every step she took,

every breath she drew

brought her closer to her love.

But Psyche was weak; she

fell before the castle.

Unable to stand, unable to

make it to the door itself,

to give Venus the gifts

she'd been tasked to win.

Cupid, realizing the

love Psyche had for him,

immediately attended her side.

Thinking he could save

her, he pricked her

with the energy from

his arrow's spike.

However, this is where

the story changes.

People believe Cupid

to have saved Psyche,

and they were to have

lived happily ever after.

However, the true

story behind the legend

is not so happily ever after,

not at all.

The true story is much darker.

Cupid believed he was to

give Psyche the ambrosia

from his arrow, to live forever.

But what he didn't know,

was that Venus had tampered

with the arrow,

lacing it with poison.

Killing Psyche with

the prick of his arrow,

Cupid fueled with rage

towards his jealous mother

and un-supporting father,

flew around the town,

attacking the townspeople,

promising to never support

or allow love again.

If he could never

experience love himself,

he wanted no one else to.

Full of anger, Cupid

went to the dark depths

of the Underworld

and came face to face

with the god of death himself.

Angered by Cupid demanding

assistance for revenge,

the god of death

had another idea.

He warped Cupid's mind, filling

him with the darkest anger

that can never be shaken off.

For eternity feeling

hatred towards love

and those who abused

it, and filling him

with a demonic energy,

flowing through his blood.

Over centuries, and under

the right circumstances,

the Roman god Cupid

himself can be summoned

to defend and protect

what he represents:

Bringing fury to bear

on those who abuse love.

- Mm!

You know, I didn't

exactly expect myself

to be flying all over the

world, living the life,

earning endless

streams of money.

But here I

am, what can I say?

- So, you're like,

totally successful, right?

- Well, it kinda depends on

what you class

success as, right?

If you class it as a guy

that's worked his way

to the top without a

starting boost in life.

Do you class it as a guy

that's gone from A to B

all off his own back,

and now lives the life

a lot of people have to

win the lottery to achieve?

'Cause if so, then yeah.

- Wow!

You're like, such a

bachelor, aren't you?

- Well, it kinda depends on

what you class a

bachelor to be, right?

I mean, do you class it as a guy

that lives in a

penthouse apartment,

has four cars,

his own concierge?

- You know what?

Hold that thought just

two seconds, okay?

I'm going to nip to

the little girls' room.

- Hurry back, sweetheart.

I got plenty more stories

that I can tell ya.

- Oh, I'm sure you do.

- Hey, how's it going?

- Oh my god, this

guy is a total jerk!

I am not stooping this low.

- Oh, you

knew the drill, right?

Why else go on a date with

someone from a Sugar Daddy site?

- Yeah well,

I can't imagine myself face-deep

in his crotch all night.

So look, it's not gonna happen.

No spa getaway is worth this.

- What

are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna get

the fuck out of here.

- Sandy, what are

you doing here?

I'm in the middle of an

important business meeting.

- Dad, I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

- Come on, Sandy!

If this is about

me and your mom,

these things happen; people

break up all the time.

- I shouldn't have.

I'm sorry.

I've screwed up!

I've really screwed up.

- Okay, okay.

Sandy, look at me.

Look at me, Sandy.

Look at me.

You need to tell me what

on Earth is going on.

- They're all gone.

- What are you talking about?

Who's gone?

Who is gone?

- He killed them all.

I was mad at you for the way

you left mom in that state.

- It was a mutual decision.

- She said you were

cheating with young sluts.

I got angry.

I shouldn't have done it.

I didn't think it would work.

- What are you talking about?

Sandy?

- Cupid.

I summoned a demon.

- Let's take this outside,

shall we, young lady?

Come here!

- Dad, listen to me.

Please, please

just listen to me!

Dad, you've gotta listen to me!

Listen to me, please!

Dad!

Dad, please.

- I don't know what the hell

you've taken, young lady.

But I don't need it

in my life anymore.

You and your mother

can take your issues,

and let some other poor

asshole deal with 'em.

- Please.

- I'm done.

- Hey, Carl.

- Hey, what are

you doing out here?

- Just, you know,

getting some fresh air.

Hey!

- Yeah, this is--

What the hell is that thing?

- We gotta go!

We lost him, we lost him!

- What is going on?

- I summoned it after

what you did to mom.

We gotta keep moving. We can't

stop; we gotta wait it out.

It'll be over.

- Where?

- Look, we can't stop;

we gotta keep moving.

We gotta wait it out

and it'll be over.

- Where is your mother?

- She's gone.

No!

Dad!

I don't

want this, please!

- No!

No, no, no, no, no!

- Please, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

- God no!

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no!

- No!

- No, please,

please!

- No, please!

No, no!

Please no!

No, please

- No, no!

No, please!

- No, please

- Bring his energy to me.

Allow his energy to

fuel me with love.

Allow me to return the

gift of sight and love.

- Morning, Miss Drake.

- Mr. Jones.

How are you today?

- Very well, very well.

I was wondering your plans

for the Valentine's Day Ball.

I was wondering if you needed

someone to tend to your needs?

A drinking buddy.

You know, last year I

worked out a secret way

to pass the time.

A little something,

something in the drinks.

Easy to swing by Old Harper.

- Are you suggesting I drink

while supervising underage

teens at a Valentine's ball?

- No, come on.

Nothing of the sort.

- I thought you had

tomorrow evening off.

- Yeah, I was but

Harper wants these

to go away with feedback.

- That's so not on.

We're always given spring

break to get it done.

- Try telling Harper.

He's having none of it.

But look, I'm around

tomorrow night, as are you.

Maybe you and I need

a little head space.

Maybe I can swing by?

- Maybe.

- Maybe.

- Ah, sorry!

Hope I'm not

interrupting anything?

- Oh no.

- Mr. Jones, one of your

students has gum in her hair.

- Ah!

On my way.

Thank you.

- Ah!

- Sorry, sorry!

God, she's such a bitch!

- Yeah.

- Why can't she find

something else to do

other than do stuff

like this to you?

- She's lashing out.

Her Dad was a dick.

If my mom hadn't--

- Faye, this is so

not your fault; she's

a total douche bag.

Oh my god!

- Ladies?

- Hey, Mr. Jones,

how's it going?

- Smoking again in here?

- Smoking? I don't smoke.

You don't smoke, do you, Faye?

No, it must be you

smelling things.

- Just don't get caught.

Smoking's seriously bad for you.

And Matt,

it does not make

one's voice deeper.

- Seriously, that was the

reason I was doing it.

Also, girls' toilets?

Ladies only.

- Hey, hey.

I'm one of the gals, see?

What can I say?

Give us a moment, Matt.

- Sure, she's all yours.

- Hey, how you doing?

Your hair all right?

- It's getting there, thanks.

- You know, if it's Elise and

her cronies doing this to you,

if just tell me, I can

do something about it.

- I'm fine, honestly.

- I can help, if

you just tell me.

- Thank you.

- Are you sure?

- I better get to class.

- Right, senior's next;

I'm your cover teacher.

See you there?

Hey, Elise.

- Hey, Mr. Jones.

- Cut it out, all right?

What do you mean?

- Keep it up with Faye,

your little Valentine's dance,

I'll pull the plug

in a heartbeat.

- You know, hanging out

in the girls' toilets,

it doesn't look too good.

If I said, that you

caught me in there,

unclothed, think I

could get you sacked,

in a heartbeat.

- Romeo and Juliet, they

were from two sides.

Thinking they could get

away with their relationship

in secrecy.

- I think my spell is working.

- No, not this again.

- Elise!

Maybe you'll know.

- Mm hmm?

- How did Shakespeare

present capitalist attitudes

and their relationship

in the play as a whole?

Keep your mouth closed, and

maybe you can answer me.

Right, Act Two,

let's get reading.

- Look at what I got myself.

- You realize there's a new

upgrade available, right?

- Oh shut up!

- Elise.

Who's is that?

- Oh my god, stop.

Isn't that--

- Mr. Jones, uh huh.

- Why do you have his phone?

- Does anyone know

what Faye's number is?

- You bitch.

- Wow!

- So you think that

chancing a few online spells

is going to get Mr. Jones

to fall in love with you?

- He's different with me now.

It's like he's actually into me.

- Mr. Jones is just the most

charismatic person going.

Everyone loves him.

Christ, even I love him a bit.

I'd turn gay for him.

Faye, come on, a

teacher with a student?

Why don't you go for

someone your own age?

- Like who?

There's no one.

- Shit!

Faye, honey please!

It's mom.

- What do you want?

- Don't close me out.

Okay, come on, open up.

- I'm fine.

- Please?

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I didn't think you

would be back early.

It was a heat of

the moment thing.

- You really think dad

would think this is okay?

The first Valentine's

since his passing and,

you just hook up with a dad

of a girl from my school.

You realize she despises

me for it, right?

Today I had gum in

my hair 'cause of it.

- Look,

I think sometimes

people need to move on.

It's not healthy to

wallow in the past.

Honey, I had to move

on, and so should you.

I'm sorry if it's not

what you wanted to hear.

Dinner will be ready soon.

I'll leave it by your door.

- Oh my god!

Hey, it's nice to

get a text from you.

Hey, thanks for the text.

Oh god, no.

Hey,

I felt it today too.

Oh god.

Send.

I will see you then.

What kind of picture?

- Oh my god!

- What is she wearing?

- Thinking she's all hot.

- She legit looks constipated.

She definitely stuffs her bra.

- Why are you so

mean to that girl?

- Don't ask, Brett.

- She and her mom are

sneaky little hoes

who've got it coming.

That's all that

needs to be said.

- You get me so riled

up when you're naughty.

- Ew, please remember, you

have people in the same room.

- Anyway, what are we

doing with this exactly?

- Wait and see, bitches!

- Oh my god!

What are you doing?

You ignore my texts

but bring me a rose?

Nice one.

- No, look, I lost my phone.

A new one's coming,

but I did email you.

Look, the dance is tomorrow.

As I said, I'm around

marking papers.

I could come and say hi?

- I love it, I really do.

But what if someone

comes in right now

and sees this going down?

- Come on, no one's around.

Take the rose.

- I'm glad it isn't plastic.

- You two love

birds at it again?

- What? No!

- You must think I'm

completely stupid.

Look--

- No idea what you're

talking about, Principal Harper.

- I don't care, as long

as you keep your hands

off each other in the school.

And leave it at the gate when

it does eventually go south.

I don't wanna be dealing

with the fallout.

Nice rose.

- I should get back to class.

- Now, that is what I do

like to hear; some of us

actually come here to work.

- Yeah.

- Matt, hey!

- Someone invite you to

the Valentine's dance?

Look, I know you're still

hung up on Mr. Jones,

but why don't you

just let it go?

I don't know, go to the

dance with someone else.

Hey, I have an idea: Why

don't we go together?

Like the old days when we

didn't have anybody else.

- That was like, seventh grade.

- So?

- Thanks, but I'm fine.

I probably won't be going

to the dance anyway.

- Come for me.

I'd like to go.

- I better get to class;

I'll catch you later.

- Stupid!

- You know that video

could end up going viral?

- That's sorta the point.

- Yeah, but Mr. Jones

could get fired.

- Well, if he gets

fired, it will be

because he flirted

back or kissed her.

His issue.

- Elise, who are you going

to the dance with tomorrow?

- Brett, duh.

- Yeah, but surely

he won't be allowed.

He's older and stuff?

- Yeah, and like, what

if your mom finds out?

She'll lose it.

- My mom's too busy in

her own shit to notice.

- Elise, got a minute?

- Oh, hey Miss Drake.

- Nice little setup you've

got here for tomorrow night.

You all excited?

- I am!

- Great, great.

I just wanted to say one thing.

I've been hearing that you

and your little friends

have been continuously

bullying Faye.

Now, I don't know what's

going on behind closed doors

with your parents, but

leave her alone, okay?

- Why don't you keep yourself

out of other peoples business?

- I'm just saying,

if you keep this up,

this little dance you've got

planned won't be happening.

Listen to me, I'm

trying to help you.

- Maybe we should just leave it?

- Yeah, I mean, it

was a good setup,

but I don't wanna

lose out on the dance.

- Are you seriously

pussy-ing out on me now?

- No, no, no, no!

It's fine; it's up to you.

- We're doing it!

Besides, it's too late now.

It's showtime!

- Hey.

- Oh, she's on the

way to his room!

- How's the grading going?

- Ah, great, thanks.

Look, I haven't

got to yours yet,

but I should be there in a few.

- It's fine.

- Excited for the

dance tomorrow?

- Sure, it's just a bunch

of dumb teens, though.

So?

- It's getting late, Faye.

Maybe you should--

- I was so embarrassed

about this whole thing, but

I'm glad I'm here, though.

- Yeah, sure.

- I knew it wasn't just me.

I knew because of how

you looked at me that--

- Okay, Faye--

No.

No.

- I,

I thought you liked me?

I'm gonna go.

- Faye!

- What are you gonna

do with that shit?

- Oh, I have me some plans.

- Just gonna get

yourself expelled.

- Oh, sorry, I didn't realize

I brought my grandma with me.

Okay, here are a few

snippy snaps for you

to upload onto A-4.

- Oh my god, you're terrible!

- And why is that?

- Ah, sorry?

- What are you up to?

- Oh, we're just setting up

for the Valentine's Day Ball.

I just emailed you a

set list for the music.

Sorry, if you don't

wanna help us,

would you mind leaving us to it?

- You know, your grades

have been slipping.

All of yours.

So, focusing on a

school Valentine's ball

should be the last

of your worries.

- You know, it was

so great catching up.

But we sorta don't need

this negativity in our zone.

Boom!

- Why would she

think that, though?

That's so unlike Faye.

- I have no idea.

She full on went in for a kiss.

- You should say something

to Principal Harper.

If it gets out, you

could lose your job.

- It's fine, it's fine.

I mean, nothing happened.

It's,

I don't wanna embarrass

the kid any more.

She's been through a lot,

and I guess I can come across

lighter to her than I do

with the others, right?

It's just, she reminds me

of myself back in school.

Being the outcast, it's

not a nice feeling.

I guess I come across

different with her.

I don't know.

- I think all the

girls have got a little crush

on you, Duncan.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- Stop fishing.

God, man!

- Wait, let me get this right.

You think I'm the

school stud, right?

- Oh, you walk around in some

pretty tight-fitting tops,

you look after yourself.

Look, stop, the girls

like you; it's obvious.

- All right, so are

they the only ones?

- Sorry?

- I was wondering if I caught

anyone above the age of 20,

but below the age of 35's eyes.

- Hmm, tight age

gap in that school.

- Anyone you can think of?

- You're such a fool.

- I guess not then.

- You might've caught

the attention of someone.

- Okay, okay cool.

- I don't get it;

it isn't working.

Summoning the Love Destroyer?

- And that's how Juliet

and Romeo came to be.

- Hi, I have the

Valentine's Day cards.

- Sure, quick-quick.

- Oh, sorry honey.

Faye, even you got one!

- Who do you think that's from?

- And so, that's how the climax

of the film came to be.

Something funny with

the word climax, ladies?

- Continue teaching.

- Right, Elise, Britt,

carry on reading.

Go for it, turn to Act

Three and start reading

till the class ends.

- Sure, Act Three was it?

Oh my god!

What is that?

- Oh my god!

- Sir, is

that really appropriate

to be showing in class?

- Tragic.

- So tragic.

- Didn't think you

could get any lower.

Bye!

I am cringing for you.

You know, you didn't need

to stuff your bra, though.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight!

- Fuck you!

- She fucking started it!

- The lot of you, the

Valentine's Ball is over.

No more ball!

- Wait, she hit me.

You're gonna let her get

away with that squat free?

- No, we are not.

Faye, get back here!

Faye!

- You know what, this?

This is child abuse.

I could fucking sue you for

this; my dad's a lawyer.

You know that?

Fuck, I broke a nail.

- I can't with this girl.

- For the powers that be,

be present, be still.

I summon thee, Death.

I summon the end of love,

the end of desire.

I replace it with poison.

With the power of my mind,

take love from others

as it has been taken from me.

By the hand that calls,

respond with a wish.

- Thou has

summoned me here?

- I did.

- Why does thou

call me before oneself?

- I want to end love.

I want to grant no more love

on those within this school.

- Does thou

understand the price

of calling the end of love?

- I do.

- End of love,

to love no more,

to feel the feeling no more.

Who does thou wish this upon?

- Everyone in this school.

- Thou wishes for this?

- I do.

- And thou

understands the consequences

of ending love?

- I want it destroyed.

I summon you to end it.

- I shall

summon a demon,

a soul so banned by love,

so angered by it,

his force of desire to end

all love will be given.

And for the 24 hours

of Valentine, love

will last no more!

- I want them

never to feel it again.

- Faye, what are you doing?

Principal Harper's

looking for you.

Hey!

I'm sorry about what happened.

- I gotta go.

- Faye!

- Your behavior toward

a fellow student

is absolutely disgusting.

And to involve a teacher!

- Can I just ask where

you have the proof

that this was even me?

- Don't even try to deny it.

- Okay, so I filmed a dumb girl

trying it on with her teacher.

So what?

What is the crime in that?

This is the 21st century.

I have the right to film

pretty much whatever I want.

Like, have you even been

on the internet lately?

'Cause you can see all kinds

of crazy shit: People getting

their heads cut off--

- Oh stop it!

I don't want to hear

any more about this!

What you have done is

completely unspeakable!

I ought to expel

you on the spot.

- Oh my god, go for it.

You know, I wasn't even the

one who showed the video

in that class; it was

Lina, for god's sake.

- Your parents will be informed,

and you will be personally

be staying behind tonight

to take down all the

decorations in the hall.

- Okay, you can't cancel

the Valentine's Day Ball,

'cause tickets have

already been purchased.

- And you and your friends

could organize a refund.

Don't even try a

but with me, girl.

Now get out of here and start

taking down those decorations.

Now!

- Sure, but first I've

gotta go wash my face,

because thanks to you,

there's spit all over it.

- Right, let's get you all

downstairs for detention.

- Oh my god, you

love it, don't you?

- I would really keep your

mouth closed right now.

You're on thin ice.

Faye, can you go

straight inside?

Come on, let's go!

Wait.

Where's Lina?

- Bathroom?

- Right.

- Ho bitch.

Stop, please no!

- I'm gonna gloss over

the kissing incident

with a member of

the teaching staff,

move right along to

your other actions.

You simply cannot

go around beating up

on your fellow students,

whatever the provocation.

Now, you will have

detention tonight.

And I will call your mother

and explain the situation.

- Sure.

- So I'm not sure

who you were really

talking to on the phone, Faye.

But I'm sorry.

It must've been a nasty prank.

- I can assure you, the

culprit will be caught,

and further action

will be taken.

For now, return to your class.

And you can go, as well.

- Matt, what are you doing here?

- I guessed you wouldn't

want to be alone,

so I thought I'd

come by and help.

- Matt, I don't have

you down for detention.

- Ah, no, but

I wanted to help out.

- Okay, sure.

Group up, everyone.

Right, you are all here

until everything

has been taken down.

- Ooh, sorry,

some of us have plans,

and that would take all night.

- Well, you should've thought

about that before now.

Come on, let's get going; take

down the Valentine's Ball.

Have fun!

Oh, and if your friend

Lina doesn't show up soon,

she'll be in a week's

detention when she gets back.

How'd you get on?

- You were right; I was

close to losing my job.

I should've said something

straight away, you know?

- Hey, everything's

got a silver lining.

At least I don't

have to supervise

a bunch of kids at

a Valentine's ball.

- Look, I thought you

liked those things?

- Oh, as if!

I'd rather stab myself in the

face with a pencil than that.

All right, what

are you doing now?

Going back?

- Me?

No way!

Look, I've got to

mark these papers.

And then summer can

officially start.

- Well, let's grab

a drink after.

- Second night in a row, huh?

- It's Valentine's Day, and

I'd rather not be bored alone,

watching some junk movie on TV,

and filling my gut with crap.

See you later?

- Yeah.

- Ew.

They look a bit burnt.

- Waste not, want not.

- Mm!

Tastes like chicken?

- Gross.

- What else does

that taste like?

- Chicken cookies?

- Yeah.

Well, they make all

kinds of weird stuff now.

You know that they

make vegan chicken

that literally

looks like chicken?

Why would you want it to

look and taste the same

if you're not going to eat it?

- Come on, girls,

let's get moving.

What are you eating?

This is not a hangout,

this is detention.

Excuse me, this is detention,

not a social hangout.

No phones!

Gimme it!

- I was just texting my dad

so he knew where I was.

- Nice try, but Principal

Harper's already done that.

Hand it over.

- Yeah, you don't get

to talk to me like that.

- You better not answer that.

- Oh hey, what's up?

- Give me that phone now!

- I'll just be a sec.

I'm dealing with some BS

with the temp teacher.

See you soon, bye!

- Where do you

think you're going?

- You know, some of us

actually have things

to do on Valentine's Day,

other than sit around a school,

taking it out on people

because they're sad,

lonely, and just a

little bit desperate.

Do you think people don't

know about you and Mr. Jones?

Nothing like a

broken heart, hey?

Oh well.

- Get back here and

clear this stuff up.

- Do it yourself.

- Does anyone else

wish to follow

in her footsteps and

find themselves expelled

when they return

from spring break?

Get on with it, now!

Principal Harper, hey!

- What is it, Miss Drake?

- It's Elise.

She stormed out of detention

and she's headed

out of the school.

- What, you didn't

try and stop her?

- I tried; she didn't care.

- I have had it up to

here with that girl!

Elise!

Elise, get back here!

- Make me, biatch!

- Where the hell do

you think you're going?

- Do the hall yourself.

Go!

- What's going on?

- This isn't funny.

Okay, go, go, go, go!

I'm not kidding, go!

- Come on!

I'm trying, I'm trying.

- What are you doing?

Seriously.

- I'm trying, I'm trying.

- Seriously, start the car.

- Come on.

- Get out of the car, now!

- I don't care if you

fucking run him over.

Just fucking go!

- Come on, come on!

My car never does this.

- Brett, Brett, what

the fuck is that?

- Get out!

- I'm fucking trying,

you idiot!

Fuck!

Fuck!

- Come on!

Elise, get in!

Come on, quickly!

Quicker! Come on!

Guys!

Guys!

- Oh my god, Brett!

- Get him to the

medical center, now.

Go, help him; I'm

calling the cops.

I'll be right behind you.

Your phone.

- Miss Drake?

- Give me your

phone now, please!

- What happened?

- What the hell is going

on? The phones don't work.

- Where did this

blood come from?

- Oh, ah--

- Come on, Helen.

Talk to me.

- I have no idea

what I just saw.

- What happened?

Where did this blood come from?

- There's something

in here with us.

- Why does no one

have any service?

- Why is his blood black?

Give me something,

give me something!

Why is this fucking not working?

Oh my god!

- Elise, who did this?

- You wouldn't believe

me if I told you.

- Elise, come on!

- Oh, calm down,

calm down, calm down.

Oh, deep breaths, Elise.

Okay.

Okay it was

he was like, flying

in the fucking air.

And it had wings, and he had

weird, it was really short,

really short his hair and boom.

It was, oh my god.

Oh, he literally.

Flying, flying!

- Ah, okay.

I don't know if she's in shock,

or if she actually thinks

there's people flying around

in the sky shooting

people with arrows.

- Oh my god!

I can't even.

Whatever it was,

it was mad as hell.

It killed Principal Harper.

- Principal Harper's dead?

- Yeah, yeah!

He was shot in the fucking

face with an arrow!

God, you fucking idiots.

Don't even fucking believe

me; this shit is serious.

- Faye?

Hey, what's going on?

Come on, talk to me.

You know something, don't you?

Faye, if you talk to

me then I can help you.

But I can't help if

you don't tell me.

- Is he gonna be okay?

That guy in there, he's

gonna be okay, right?

- I'm not sure, Faye.

- What's going on?

Come on.

Okay, come on, move over.

Move over, get out.

What is that?

- Is it infection?

- It doesn't

infect like this.

- Well,

something on the arrow maybe.

- There's one in his back, too.

- All right, dude,

I'm gonna need you to turn over.

Yeah?

- All right.

- Come on, just a little.

There we are.

Come on.

Oh god!

- Duncan.

- Get them out of here.

Get them out of here now!

Come on, let me have this space.

Get out of here now!

- Come

on, let him have space.

- Wait, he doesn't even

know what he's doing.

- Elise, not now.

They're trying to help.

- Get out!

- What's all the commotion?

What's going on?

- Miss Simmons, please,

take the kids upstairs.

- Come on, this way.

- Let's go, come on.

- For fuck's sake.

- Faye, come on, what is it?

- I said nothing.

- Faye, come on.

It's me you're talking to, okay?

I'm on your team.

- Oh shit.

- What are you thinking?

- Whatever's inside

him is poison.

Whatever it is,

it will kill him.

It's traveling up to

his heart already.

Oh shit!

When it gets there,

he will die.

- He's gonna die?

- We've gotta get outta here.

Whatever that thing is,

whatever that thing was,

we've gotta get out.

- Let's just wait

for Miss Drake, okay?

- What's up with the bullshit?

We are sitting ducks in here.

- I trust Miss Drake

knows what's best.

- She didn't see what I saw.

- What's going on?

- Just stay behind me, okay?

- What good is that gonna do?

You're gonna cripple

over at any point.

- Who goes there?

- What is that?

- Something's in here with us.

- Turn it off.

- Something's in here with us.

- You can tell me.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

- Miss--

- What the hell is that thing?

- Cupid.

- Run!

- Britt, wait!

- He's gone.

- Just wait, no.

- Ow!

- Guys, guys, hang on!

Get up!

Come on, get up, get up, get up!

- Come on, we've gotta go!

- No, I can't; I did this.

- What is that?

- Let's go!

- Faye, get them out of here!

- Come on!

- Get the hell away from

me, you son of a bitch!

Screw you!

- We need to get the

hell out of this school.

- Oh

shoot, shoot, shit!

Does it look messed up?

- You're gonna be okay!

- I'm scared, Faye!

- It's just your arm

where it got you.

You're gonna be okay.

We just gotta stop the bleeding

and get this arrow out of you.

- Get away from me!

- What is it?

You look weird; tell me.

- You're fine.

We just gotta get you

to the medical lab.

- Why?

- You're infected.

Something must've

been on that arrow.

- If I die tonight,

I want you to know that,

I sent you that card.

- What?

- How do you still not know?

After all of this time,

you still don't care.

I've been into you

since the fifth grade.

- Matt?

- Yeah.

And when you used to sleep over,

spooning wasn't an accident.

- You said it was because--

- Because I used to forget

that you weren't my mother.

No, I knew it was you.

I spooned you

'cause I wanted to.

What?

- I had no idea.

- Yeah.

I like you.

- You're kinda like

my little brother.

- That's a great mood killer.

Oh shit, what was that?

- Get up.

Get up!

- Oh shit!

Those cookies that everyone

was eating earlier.

What was that?

- I don't know.

- Jesus, guys, you

could've warned us!

Why are you creeping

up on people?

- What happened?

- He was shot with an arrow.

Only in his arm;

he should be fine.

- We've got to get him

to the science lab.

Come on!

- Elise, Daryl,

you're both alive?

- Don't act like you

give a rat's ass.

You did this, didn't you?

- What?

- All of this is 'cause of you.

- No.

- I heard what you said to

Miss Simmons before she died.

"Oh, I did this!"

You really know

what's going on, don't you?

That's why you look so guilty.

She doesn't even have

the guts to admit it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

It's my fault.

I'm so sorry.

- You summoned Cupid on us.

You summoned some messed up

monster to come and kill us all.

Didn't you, you freak?

My boyfriend is

dead because of you.

People are dropping like

flies because of you.

- I'm so sorry!

- Oh, oh, she's sorry.

Bit late for that now, isn't it?

All of my friends are

in here somewhere,

and I gotta find them

before whatever the hell

that messed up,

midget monster does.

- Elise!

Stay with us.

- If I'm going down,

I'm going down fighting.

Screw you bunch

of pathetic weeds.

- Faye?

You did this?

- It doesn't matter now.

We've just gotta

look after Matt.

- What are you gonna do to me?

- Shit!

Do you think Lina and

Britt got out okay?

Come on.

- Something's not right.

- Fuck, what are

you doing to me?

- Trust me, you'll be

okay if you trust me.

- Okay, what the hell

have you got planned?

Why do you have that kid's

arm trapped in a vice?

- Look, you saw what

happened to that other guy.

- Right.

No.

- We have no choice.

- What's happening to me?

- Mr. Jones knows

what he's doing.

Okay?

- Oh shit!

The black shit is spreading!

- When we get out of here,

I'm gonna take you on a date.

- What?

- I screwed up; I wanna

make it up to you.

When we get out of here

alive, which we will,

I'm gonna take you out.

- I wanted to be the

one to take you out,

not the other way around.

- 21st century, Matt.

- I sure would like that.

What the hell are you

doing with that thing?

- Look, whatever was on

the end of that arrow,

it killed that boy downstairs.

- Oh fuck.

Oh shit, am I gonna die?

- Not if you trust me.

The poison has only

spread up your arm.

But it's on its

way to your heart.

And when it gets

there, you're done for.

- I thought you were

just an English teacher?

- I studied to be a doctor

before I dropped out.

I couldn't be asked

to study in that debt.

- I get that.

- Is he joking?

- Look, anyways, just listen.

If you trust me, I

can save your life.

- Elise, help me!

No, no!

- Please, please, please,

I don't wanna die!

- Come on, you're gonna be okay.

All right, you're gonna be fine.

- Count of three.

- Oh fuck, no, no!

- Three.

- Oh my god!

Oh fuck!

- Fuck, look at me.

- Oh fuck!

Oh my god!

- Look at me, look at

me! Matt, look at me, okay?

Come on!

- Faye?

Are you okay?

- I did this.

- Faye, you're gonna

have to start talking.

What did you do?

- Elise was right.

I was angry; I didn't

think it would work.

It's just something

I do when I'm alone.

- Black magic?

- I wanted you to like me.

I did some spells; I

thought they worked,

but clearly it was all

a big joke by Elise.

- You cast a spell on me?

- Clearly it didn't work.

- What is that thing out there?

- Cupid.

I was so humiliated

by what happened

that I summoned for

the end of love to be.

It worked; he was

present in the room.

I don't know what he was but,

he told me there

would be a price.

I didn't think it would be this.

I didn't want this.

I just wanted them to pay

for what they did to me.

- Okay, look, how

do we stop this?

Faye, come on!

- We have to wait until

Valentine's Day is over.

Once the 24 hours is up,

we'll be released from

the Curse of Cupid.

- All right, look,

we're not that far off.

We just gotta stay out of sight.

- I'm so sorry!

Please tell me

he's gonna be okay.

Please?

- Faye, we need

to get those towels;

he's gonna be fine, okay?

Just as soon as this is

over, we're gonna get him out

of here and to a hospital.

All right?

Stay with him, okay?

I'll be right back.

- Do not say that.

Just say, I'll see you in a bit.

Okay, 'cause you

will, see me in a bit.

Now, when you do,

you're gonna buy me

one hell of a strong drink.

- Yeah.

- It's fine, I'm so over this.

- Let's go.

- Damn, no!

- Elise!

- Wait, go, go, go! He's coming!

He's coming!

- You're

doing great okay?

- I feel fucked.

- It's nearly over.

- You happy now?

You got what you wanted?

- This isn't what I wanted.

- Really?

Sure seems like it fucking is!

My friends are dead.

Did you know that?

Lina, Britt,

Daryl, my boyfriend, are

all dead because of you.

- I'm so sorry!

- You know, your

mom steals my dad

and then you steal

everything else I care about!

If your mom had just

kept her legs closed

then I would've never

hated you this much.

And none of this

would've happened.

- Let's go.

Helen!

- This is on you.

- Help me.

- Helen, you're gonna be okay.

Just stay calm, okay?

Stay calm.

- The kingdom below,

the kingdom before,

make him rise, make him present.

Be it he stands before,

be it he stands behind.

Be it his presence

comes forth; be present.

Don't look!

It says if you look

him in the eyes,

your soul will be taken.

- Thou dare summon me?

Why?

- I want this to stop.

This isn't what I wanted.

- Thou knew

the consequences.

- No,

I didn't know it would be this.

I was angry and mad.

I messed up and,

I didn't realize it

would result in this.

- Thou must wait

out the 24-hour curse.

- Or what?

What happens if I don't?

- Thou has no choice.

- What if I want it to end now?

- A sacrifice

must be made.

- Faye, don't do it.

We have two minutes

on the clock.

- Two minutes is

enough to finish everyone

within this room.

- Don't do this, please!

- Give up thou'st life,

or thou curse to be fulfilled.

- No!

- I looked, oh fuck,

fuck, fuck, fuck!

I looked, I looked,

I looked!

What are you?

- Death.

- Oh god.

- It's midnight.

- Don't look!

- Don't look!

- It's dark in here.

- It's done.

It's over.

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- I need that drink now, pronto!

- I thought you were the one

taking us out for a drink.

- You just had a student

summon an evil Cupid

to come kill us all; I

think the drinks are on you.

We need to get

you to a hospital.

Can you get the car ready?

- It's over.

It's all over.

- We'll meet you

at the hospital.

We'll hang back for the police.

- See you there.

- We'll be right

behind you, Matt.

- What are you still

doing with that thing?

- Nothing.

Nothing ever again.

- You mean spells?

- I'm sorry.

For everything.

Mr. Jones, what are you doing?

- Holy shit.

His spells must've worked.

Your love spells.

- Oh shit!

- You better have a

spell to sort this out.