Cupid (2020) - full transcript

- 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.