Cut (2000) - full transcript
A group of film students attempt to finish a horror movie that stopped production years earlier when the director was killed. Unaware that every attempt to complete the pic coincided with the murders of those involved, the students return to the original location in an isolated part of the country. When filming begins, so do the killings.
(light orchestral music)
(helicopter whirring)
(grand orchestral music)
(explosion booming)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(owl hooting)
- [Mum] Kids, I've put
your dinner on the stove.
- [Boy] Okay, Mum.
- [Mum] Don't forget to lock up,
Chloe.
- [Chloe] I won't.
Bye, Mum.
- [Man] This is 2SW,
rocking you through the '80s,
with Split Enz, "I Got You."
("I Got You" by Split Enz)
♪ That's a whole lot ♪
- Freddie,
you getting tired?
Just don't get any fleas on the
bed, okay?
♪ Sometimes we shout ♪
♪ But that's no problem ♪
♪ I don't know why
sometimes I get frightened ♪
♪ You can see my eyes ♪
(liquid bubbling)
♪ You can tell that
I'm not lyin' ♪
♪ Look at you ♪
(ominous orchestral music)
- Mum, are you there?
(liquid bubbling)
(wind blowing)
Tell me, Freddie, why do
little brothers
like to freak out their sisters?
You asleep already?
Well, you're just going to have
to move,
'cause I need my pillow.
(screaming)
{phone ringing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Hello?
- [Man] Now you die.
(gasping)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(pounding on door)
- Help!
Help!
Someone help me!
(pounding on door)
(glass shatters)
(Chloe screams)
Stay away.
I mean it.
Stay away from me!
I'll call the police!
I mean it.
You touch me, and you're gone!
(blades scraping)
Stay away from me!
- [Woman] Cut!
Cut!
Cut, cut it.
Cut.
(blades swishing)
Cut it.
You idiot!
I told you not to go for
the throat straightaway.
You've got to rip her
blouse off first,
like in rehearsals, remember?
- I forgot.
- Hey, everyone,
Robert De Niro here forgot,
once again.
- [Man] Yeah, nice one, Brad.
- Okay, we're going to call it
a night.
And you can thank our genius
thespian here
for your three hours' overtime.
Fuck in" loser.
- [Woman] Okay, we have a wrap.
(all chattering)
- What's her problem?
- You, you dumb dickhead!
Touch my tits one more time,
I'll kick your balls in,
understand?
Lossman!
Lossman, where's my Coke?
I want my Coke in my hand,
with ice,
the second she calls wrap, okay?
(light orchestral music)
(wolf howling)
(tapping)
- Yeah?
It's you.
What do you want?
- You made me look
stupid tonight
in front of all my friends.
- No, I didn't, sweetheart.
You did that all by yourself.
And I'll let you in on a
little secret.
You don't have any friends.
The fact is
you're replaceable in that mask.
I could put a monkey in
that suit,
and he'd do a better job.
Anyway, I've had enough.
I'm going to speak with Jim,
and he can sort it out.
- [Brad] What do you mean?
- I mean, my producer
will speak with your agent
about discontinuing
your services.
Do you understand that?
(breathing heavily)
Oh.
Nice touch.
For the first time,
you actually frightened me.
Look, everyone's got
their level,
and mine is making
intelligent family drama,
and yours is doing cheesy
clown acts in shopping malls.
I'm sorry,
but you just can't cut it
in features.
- [Brad] Hilary, look.
(blades scraping)
- Get out of here.
Take one step closer, and
I'll scream.
- [Brad] It's hard to scream
without a tongue.
(ominous orchestral music)
(Hilary screaming)
- Just put those in the car.
I got to go talk to Mein Fuhrer.
(eerie ambient music)
(high-pitched wailing)
(knocking on door)
Hilary, it's Vanessa.
Oh, my god!
(gasping)
What do you want?
Sex?
Do you mean you want to have sex
with me?
- [Brad] Sex?
Yeah, sure.
- Well, okay.
Let's go.
You're going to have to
take that silly mask off.
(grunting)
(screaming)
(grunting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Vanessa?
(electricity crackling)
- So, to answer your
question, Raffy,
that's why I don't include
the slasher genre in my course.
Fair enough?
- So, Mr. Lossman, what
happened to the film?
- "Hot Blooded"?
It was never finished.
There's a cut work print
in the archive, I believe.
- Would it be possible
to see it?
- For what purpose, Raffy?
- Well, we have to do a
graduation film, right?
What better project than
to finish that film?
- And it could also make
a shitload of money.
Are the rights available?
- Hester, full marks for
your entrepreneurial spirit,
but I don't think so.
- Why not?
- Because that movie was
a nightmare,
and you don't go playing
with nightmares.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
I'll see you all next week.
- Hey, he should have killed
Lossman, eh?
- [Man] Yeah.
(all chattering)
- [Raffy] Mr. Lossman, we
were serious about the movie.
- And so was I, Raffy.
Look, you two have more
important things to say.
Don't waste your time
doing trash.
- But it's not trash.
A horror film can be just
as political
as "Priscilla" or "The Piano".
Look, even if it's not,
what's wrong with making a
scary film,
giving people a bit of a fright?
- A few years back, a director,
a young kid out of video
clips, did just that.
The producer hired him to
complete "Hot Blooded".
It was the first time
the print had been screened
since the murder of
Hilary Jacobs.
What happened next is
totally bizarre.
The kid was butchered,
but the police never found
the killer.
The creepy thing is,
the projectionist was the
only one
with access to the
screening room,
and he was cleared.
- [Raffy] So what
you're saying is,
there's some sort of a curse on
this film.
- All I'm saying is
that this is something best
left alone.
Thought is deed.
- What do you mean?
- If you read eastern
philosophy,
the ancients say that what
you think, you create.
"Hot Blooded" was a loathsome
piece of shit that never
should've been made in the
first place.
- So what's the story with
the producer?
- He tried to finish the film
so that he could save his
investment.
One night, while he was
in the editing room,
he was electrocuted.
(electricity crackling)
- [Raffy] It was an accident.
Accidents happen.
- Look, I'm not superstitious,
and I don't believe in
curses or what have you.
- [Kid] Sorry.
- Listen, you kids have a gift.
Don't waste your
combined talents
on this ugly piece of shit.
- So what do you think?
- I think it'd be cool.
Let's do it.
- Yeah.
(computer modem buzzing)
(heavy metal music)
♪ Jesus saves but he's
not gonna save me now ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ Jesus saves but he's
not gonna save me now ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
- Mmm!
Mmm!
Well done!
- I can get the rights
for next to nothing.
I just spoke to the
producer's wife,
or should I say his widow.
And get this, she said
she's prepared
to put in some money to see
it finished.
- Good girl!
- What's the story with casting?
- Well, the girl who played
the sister,
her name's Vanessa Turn bill,
and she lives in LA,
and she's done a couple of
B-grade movies,
and she's doing daytime
soap at the Mument,
so I think we can get her.
- I can market that.
-Um, hi.
What about all these people
who keep sort of dying,
trying to make this film?
You gonna market that, do you
think, miss producer, or--
- Probably.
- Yeah?
That's promising.
- So, who's in?
Who wants to make a
mainstream slasher movie?
Bigger than "Halloween",
creepier than "Friday the 13th",
more blood and guts than
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre"!
- More sex than "Deep Throat".
- You're so bad.
- [Man] Oh you are changing
sides, mate.
- It's time we graduated into
pop culture, boys and girls.
So what say you?
Who's in?
- Yes.
- Yep.
- Yes.
(heavy metal music)
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ Jesus saves but he's
not gonna save me now ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
- It's a lousy deal,
unbelievably lousy, but
I see some merit in it.
- Oh, yeah?
What kind of merit?
- I done some checking.
Word around town is
they're the next big thing,
particularly the director,
this kid called Raffy.
They say she's the next
Jane Campion.
Listen to me.
This could be the next hit at
Sundance,
this kind of movie.
Look what "Scream" did for
Courteney Cox.
- Give me a break.
She was a millionaire already.
I just don't know if I can
do it, Jerry.
It's going to dredge up
all kinds of old shit.
Besides, there's a
celebrity golf tournament
in Las Vegas next week.
- Nessie, baby,
I'll be able to work
the bejesus out of this.
Are you kidding me?
Slasher movie gone
horribly wrong,
buried for years.
Vanessa Turn bill goes back
to face her demons.
You can't buy publicity
like this.
"E!," "Entertainment Tonight,”
"Access Hollywood", they'll
go crazy.
Sweetheart, I don't want to
be reading
the trades one morning,
see this movie grossing
100 mill,
and you not a part of it.
Do you and me a favour.
Fly coach to Australia.
Ooh!
Hey!
- Coach?
(man announcing flights over PA)
(car horn honking)
(heavy metal music)
- Hi.
Vanessa.
I'm Raffy.
I'm the director.
And this is Hester.
She's the producer.
Sorry we're late.
We ran out of petrol, and...
I'll help you with these.
- Okay, we got a press
conference in an hour.
Would you like to freshen up?
- So am I booked in a hotel,
or am I sleeping at your house?
(bag thudding)
- Miss Turn bill, why have you
come back to finish the movie?
- Well, it's extremely rare
that you find
really good parts for women,
so when I find one, I
just jump at the chance.
- Miss Turn bill, Holly Jones
reporting live, Channel 5.
Are you worried about
the curse, Miss Turn bill?
- What curse?
- Every time there's an attempt
to finish this film,
someone dies.
- There's a special clause in
my contract.
If I die, I get paid extra.
- Aren't you concerned at all
that it will bring back bad
memories, Miss Turn bill,
doing this film?
- All of that happened a long
time ago,
and I've put all that behind me.
So it's wonderful to be back
in Australia.
Anyway, I would have killed
these two if they left me out.
I only just arrived, so
if you'll excuse me--
(all chattering)
- Thank you very much.
That will be all.
- I got to get some sleep.
Can you take me back to
the hotel?
- Your room won't be ready
till two.
They're still cleaning.
You want a coffee?
(heavy metal music)
Her husband must have done
well out of slasher films.
- I'll be frank with you.
The only reason I am doing this,
because I need the money.
My late husband and I have a
first dollar gross position,
which means nothing
unless the film is finished and
on-sold.
Hopefully, this will
be my little nest egg.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Sign that.
- What is it?
- It's an indemnity.
From now on, I'm not responsible
for anything that happens.
It's on your heads.
It's called blood money, girls.
Blood money.
- Hi, Bobby.
- Hi.
- Are you doing this movie?
- Uh, yeah.
Well, production on "Mad Max 4"
got pushed back a few
weeks, so I got a window.
- Cool.
- Hey, look, let's meet up later
and go over the makeup, yeah?
- Yeah, sure.
- Isn't this where that guy
got murdered?
You know, watching this
same print?
- What guy?
- Well--
- You guys got a second?
You know a couple days ago,
we were talking about the
possibility of--
- Jesus Christ.
Has somebody been smoking
in here?
- I heard she always
gets off with her costar.
- What about when she did
that TV remake of Lassie?
(laughing)
- Haven't you ever heard
of secondhand smoke?
- Hi.
I'm Bobby Duke.
I'm your costar.
I'm playing Scarman,
psycho killer guy.
- Good casting.
(all laughing)
- Hello?
Hi.
- "Hot Blooded".
Ooh, daddy, not these
cans again.
I thought they'd been destroyed.
You Raffy Carruthers?
- Yeah.
- Loved your short.
Bloody brilliant.
Except that last shot was
straight out of
"Shock Corridor",
you derivative little
thing, you.
Listen, I've written a
screenplay.
You want to read it?
- You seen this?
- Yeah, I screened it once.
Best thing the director
ever did.
Yeah.
Bit of a hack she was, though,
you know?
Or should I say she was a bit
hacked,
you know?
Last time I screened this,
a kid sat at the front.
Got his throat slit by
some psycho cleaner.
It's a funny thing, you know?
You've seen so many murders on
the screen.
You see the real thing,
hey, it's no big deal.
Then you get these
gender-specific assholes
that think that screen violence
is going to turn us all
into mass murderers.
Well, that's crap.
I've seen hundreds of murders.
I've seen thousands of murders.
Next time somebody goes
into McDonald's,
shoots up 20 people with an Uzi,
and they find a Steven Seagal
video in his back pocket,
you know what they ought to do?
They ought to ring "60 Minutes”,
get them to do one of
their chequebook bullshit
journalism stories on me,
because I'm a walking
advertisement
for liberalising X-rated
everything, eh?
You know what I mean?
Art is art, eh?
- Okay, everyone, let the horror
begin.
(Rick laughing evilly)
Shut up, Rick.
- What?
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Mum] Kids, I've put
your dinner on the stove.
- [Boy] Okay, Mum.
- [Mum] Don't forget to lock
up, Chloe.
(ominous orchestral music)
- Freddie.
(cat meows)
You getting tired?
(ominous orchestral music)
- What's wrong?
- I thought I heard something.
(liquid hissing)
(wind blowing)
- [Chloe] Tell me, Freddie,
why do little brothers like
to freak out their sisters?
You asleep already?
Well, you're just going to have
to move.
(Chloe screaming)
(telephone ringing)
Hello?
- [Man] Now you die.
(gasping)
(blades scraping)
Stay away from me!
- [Hilary] Cut!
Cut!
Cut.
Cut it.
Cut!
- That was her voice.
Did you hear her voice?
He's.
He's, wake up.
He's.
(screaming)
(man growling)
(crying)
- Bobby, that's enough.
It's cruel.
(all laughing)
- [Rick] Sucked in!
- [Bobby] Did I pass
the audition?
- With flying colours, sir.
- I did the makeup.
Not bad for a quickie
in the dark, eh, Raff?
- That's your specialty,
isn't it, Jules,
quickies in the dark?
- You're a retard, Paulie.
- I didn't buy into it, Raff.
- You're all a bunch
of fuckwits!
- Come on.
Bus leaves at seven a.m. sharp.
Check your gear, please.
- [Paulie] I didn't mean--
- [Damien] Fuck off, Paulie.
Grow up.
- It's funny.
- [Bobby] Don't think
I went too far, do you?
(ominous orchestral music)
- Hello?
Hello?
(ominous orchestral music)
4 One, two J
4 One, two, three, four J
(upbeat rock music)
- So our star isn't
travelling with us, then?
- Vanessa?
- Yeah.
- No.
We sprung for a driver.
- Of course.
- Has anyone seen Raff?
- Everyone off the bus!
How are we supposed to
make this film
without our famous director?
Maybe Damien could take over,
like he did in the short.
- Shut up, Paulie.
That's bullshit, and
you know it.
- Hey, we were all there,
mate, and you're not talking
to the cinema papers now,
lover boy.
- Raff, I'm sorry.
We're all sorry.
It was meant to be a joke.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Did you pick up the print?
- Yeah.
It's in the back.
- [Raffy] Guess we broke the
curse, huh?
We screened it without
anyone getting killed.
- Yeah, I guess.
♪ Come, my little Venus ♪
♪ Wrapped in shadows ♪
♪ Yeah, you're one of us ♪
♪ I hear the footsteps inside
your head ♪
♪ Walking, trying to
find yourself ♪
- You've done well, Nessie.
But I knew you would.
- And I always knew you'd end
up teaching.
(laughs)
Hey, you got any Diet Coke
in here?
(laughs)
♪ Found myself in you ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ So come, my little Venus ♪
♪ Come, my little Venus ♪
- Thank you.
Number six.
- This is the place.
- What place?
- The place where Cassie and I
are finally going to consummate
our blossoming relationship.
(laughs)
- In your wet dreams, buddy.
She's got her eye on Damien.
- Yeah, but Damien's
got a thing for Raffy.
- Hand off it, now.
Raffy's got the hots for Bobby.
- No way!
Bobby's got a thing for Jules.
- Jules is porking Jim.
- Jules and Jim?
Are you serious?
- Yes.
- I thought Jim was porking
Hester.
- Hester's a dyke, you dork.
Plus, she's got the hots
for Raffy.
- What about Raffy and Bobby?
- Raffy and Bobby is
unrequited so far,
but Raffy has shown an
interest in moi.
- You?
- Yeah.
- Was she shitfaced?
- One of these days,
you are going to implode
with envy,
you poor, pathetic
little creature.
- Hey, I can't help it that
I'm endowed
like that guy out of
"Boogie Nights".
- What, with a fake dick?
- They've got to be kidding.
- It's only for a few days.
- This bed's got bugs in it.
I can tell just by looking
at it.
If I spend one night in
this thing,
I'm going to need a masseuse.
I swear to god.
- I did a course in reiki.
- Reiki?
No shit?
(light orchestral music)
- [Rick] So this is the house
of horrors?
- Watch your feet.
I don't want mud everywhere.
Are you going to put something
down?
I don't want a herd of elephants
tramping dirt through here,
you know.
- Yes, Mr. Drivett,
we'll be really careful.
I'll make sure they treat it
like it was my own house.
- That's no comfort to me,
young lady.
You look like you'd live in
a dump.
Hey, hey!
Put that down, son!
That's bone China, from China!
- Really?
I thought it was from bone.
(laughing)
- Now the rules are these.
No drugs, no loud music,
no eating or drinking in
the house.
I've disconnected the phone,
so you can't make any
personal calls.
- Can I ask one, small favour?
- Well, you can certainly ask.
- We have the original print
of the film
in the bus outside, and I
was wondering
if we could put it in a
safe place
inside the house.
- Certainly, young lady,
you can, uh,
keep it upstairs in my bedroom.
It'll be safe there.
Now, you, come with me.
I want to talk about the
location fees.
- [Rick] I want to check
out the kitchen, too.
We've got some shots in there.
- Paulie!
- [Cassie] Rick!
(plate shattering)
You idiot!
- Cassie, you've deboned
the China!
- You're a moron, Rick.
Oh, I hate you!
- Somehow, I doubt that.
- Rick, next time you
do something like that,
you two can go home.
- Promise?
- Yes.
- I didn't do it.
(light orchestral music)
- Where the hell is our
expensive import?
(phone beeps)
Oh, great!
No signal.
- Bad luck, huh?
(sighing)
That must have been
where she was murdered.
- [Hester] Who?
- Hilary Jacobs, the director.
They said it was a Swiss chalet.
It always sounded so weird.
- Who said?
- Can't use your phone, huh?
How will you cope?
(sighing)
(all chattering)
Okay, everybody, can I just have
a few seconds of your time,
please?
- [Rick] Okay, everyone, come
on.
Shhh shhh!
- Okay, the back story
goes something like this.
When they were kids,
their parents went out
and left them on their own in
the house
and the house caught on fire.
Now, Charlie got horribly
burned and scarred for life,
but his beautiful sister
Chloe got out unscathed.
Now, he hates her for that
and he hates his mum and
dad for doing this to him.
His dad is the first to go.
He went in reel two.
Then, an assorted range
of victims
until we get to reel nine.
Which is where the film
stopped as he Kills his sister.
Now, the scenes we're about
to film
are where the mother
gets killed,
who will be played by Vanessa,
and this is the climax of
the film,
so I don't need to tell
you how important it is.
Now, does anybody have any
questions?
- Yeah, do they sell any tofu
around here?
(ominous orchestral music)
(sniffing)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Scare you?
(grunting)
- Hurt you?
(bobby groans)
(kids chattering)
- Are you ready, Bobby?
(sighing)
Okay, you've got the front
part of that.
Yup, just get that on.
Great.
How's that feel?
Can you breathe?
Yup.
Let's make sure that's
fine there in the collar.
- [Bobby] Ah, stupid!
- You all right, Bobby?
- Here, let's get this fixed up.
Okay,
I'll just pop the collar
underneath there.
There you go.
- [Bobby] Al right!
Now you die.
(ominous orchestral music)
(all chattering)
- All right, I'll go set up.
Ahhh, that's the ticket.
(breathing heavily)
(ominous orchestral music)
Bobby, you,
why don't you practise
your method bullshit on,
I don't know,
someone else, mate.
Dickhead!
Just go back to your
Winnebago and act like a tree!
You must be the unscariest
villain I've ever seen!
Bloody actors with so much
spare time on their hands.
What are you doing
watching me piss, anyway?
Prefer a Polaroid?
(engine revving)
- [Raffy] Vanessa, keep
your foot off the brake.
Don't accelerate too much.
- [Damien] Slower, Jimmy,
slower.
Take your timing from the car.
- Yeah, except it changes
every take
'cause the bimbo can't drive.
- Nobody told me I had
to drive a goddamn car,
and the steering wheel's
on the wrong side!
- It really affected you,
didn't it, the killing?
- Yes, it did.
- You know, horror movies
aren't that bad, Mr. Lossman.
You think about it.
They can be cathartic for
young kids.
I mean, it's all about
letting go of your fear.
- How do you mean?
- Well, you go to the movies
and there's a psycho killer
out in the bush
wood-chipping people.
Suddenly, the things you're
scared of
don't seem so important anymore.
Like the craters on your face,
the size of your ass,
or will that cute guy ask
you out,
that sort of stuff.
Horror movies put that
into perspective.
When you think about it
like that,
they've actually got,
kind of, a social value.
(ominous orchestral music)
- Shit!
- I'm in character!
- [Hester] Bobby!
- Excuse me.
- [Vanessa] Cut it!
Cut it!
I need a stunt driver!
(projector running)
(ominous orchestral music)
- [Man] What have you got?
- Time of death, I put about
28 hours ago,
plus or minus.
Deceased was part-time, single.
No one noticed him missing.
Weapon appears to be a
single blade
about 30 Cs, very sharp.
He was disembowelled
like it was some sort of
ritual slaying.
- Ta.
So who was last in the theatre?
- A group of film
school students.
Made a booking, came in
last night.
- I need a stunt driver!
- [Raffy] Vanessa, you read
the script.
You knew you had to drive.
- Every movie I've ever done,
I've always had a stunt driver!
- [Raffy] But if you told us--
- [Vanessa] Do you think
I'm fucking sly Stallone,
fucking Jackie Chan?
I don't do my own stunts!
Where's Lossman?
- [Cassie] Paulie.
Paulie, please, wait.
- Cass, come on.
- Paulie, no, not here.
Look, I've got to get back
and so do you.
- I told Rick I had to go back
to town,
get some extra batteries.
I told He's you were feeling sick
and had to go back and have a
lie down.
- You bastard.
- So we've got all night.
(breathing heavily)
- [Cassie] Bobby!
- What, Bobby?
Come on!
- Get off!
Get off!
Paulie!
- [Paulie] You want it, Cassie?
- No!
(Cassie screaming)
Oh, shit!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
Why?
Bobby?
Bobby, is that you?
(screaming)
(glass shattering)
Get away from me!
Get away from me!
Aaah, get away from me!
(grunting)
(glass shattering)
(breathing heavily)
What do you want of me?
What do you want?
What do you want?
- Cut it!
- Let's call it a night?
Everyone's tired.
We could pick up tomorrow.
- Yep.
- So, are you going to ask
me to ride
a goddamn horse tomorrow?
- No.
Tomorrow you die.
- Oh, I can hardly wait.
- [Julie] Vanessa, can
I just grab a couple
Polaroids of you?
- [Vanessa] Fuck off!
- [Julie] Oh.
(eerie ambient music)
- We're missing three.
Cassie went back sick?
- So did my asshole of a boomie.
- Funny about that.
- Yeah.
- Where's Bobby?
(ominous orchestral music)
Where have you been all night?
- Just doing the method.
- Yeah, meaning scaring
the shit out of people.
I'm still wet, by the way.
- What?
- Oh, you fake sincerity
so well.
- It's the secret of good
acting, mate.
- Yeah!
- [Bobby] Duh!
(ominous orchestral music)
(sighing)
- Happy with what you got?
- Yeah, it was all right.
Damien's great.
- How is our star?
- Well, she can play
hysterical really well.
- Do you want to have a
drink tonight, before bed?
- Thanks, He's, but I'm pretty
tired.
- Yeah, I understand.
(light rock music)
♪ And you're running far away ♪
♪ Hmm hmm hmm hmm ♪
♪ Couldn't stand or stay ♪
♪ Lookin' for a good time ♪
♪ Keep a light on ♪
♪ For all the last rounds ♪
♪ That will keep away ♪
(ominous orchestral music)
(door clicking)
- Shit!
Hello?
Is someone there?
(screaming)
What are you doing here?
- Sorry, I thought you might
want some company.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- You still get nightmares?
- Uh-huh, and you?
- Oh, yeah.
My therapy bill at the
end of each month is huge.
Sometimes, I wake up
in the middle of the night
screaming.
I used to take uppers for years
to keep from going to sleep.
I still can't walk into a
building
late at night without getting
the shakes.
How about you?
- Same.
I remember your face, looking at
me.
I'll never forget that.
- Flying in coach for 14
hours makes you think.
Why did I do this?
Why did I come back?
I don't know.
I guess I just needed to face
it,
once and for all.
I'm scared.
- [Lossman] Scared of what?
- Those scenes tomorrow.
- [Lossman] Don't worry.
You'll be fine.
I'll be there.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
You know, I don't get it, Raff,
this film.
You could have done whatever
you wanted,
Lossman thinks you're god.
- Yeah, but I wanted to do
this film.
- Why?
You think it's going to set you
up as a commercial director?
Is that it?
- No, it's not.
It's a little more personal
than that.
- Ha!
What's personal about a
horror movie?
- I've just got to finish
this film.
(knocking on door)
- Hester Ryan?
- Yes.
Who are you?
- I'm senior detective
lan Hollander
from special crime squad,
and this is Detective Carter.
Can we have a word, please?
- Sure.
- So did you notice
anything unusual
at the theatre?
You notice anyone strange
hanging around the set at all?
- No.
- Anything unusual that you can
think of?
- Nothing.
No one.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
- I suppose you've heard about
this curse.
- Miss, we know that seven
years ago one Angelo--
- [Woman] Zabriki.
- Zabriki was killed in that
same theatre
watching the same film,
and we're investigating the
possibility
that there's a connection
between the two.
But at the Mument, we're
investigating
as if they're separate
incidents.
You see, we don't think
the projectionist was killed
by a curse, Miss Carruthers.
We believe he was killed by one
or more
very sick individuals
who are quite capable
of being apprehended by
police officers
such as ourselves.
- Do you have any idea why
someone would want to stop
this film being made?
- Beats me.
- Well, if you can think
of anything,
give us a call.
And if you could give us
the details
of where you're filming,
that would be of help.
- Sure.
(knocking at door)
Yeah?
- Can I come in?
- Sure.
- You okay?
- [Raffy] I don't know.
I don't know what's happening.
- Look, someone got murdered,
and it's awful and tragic,
but it has nothing to do with us
or what we're doing here.
You believe that?
- [Raffy] I don't know what
to believe.
- What I'm worried
about now is the others.
I don't think we should
tell anyone.
I don't want Rick
getting spooked,
pulling a number, stopping
the shoot.
What do you think?
- I think Paulie and Cassie
didn't come home last night,
because Rick checked their beds,
and they haven't been slept in.
- What?
You think there's a connection?
- I don't know, but it's
a little bit creepy.
- You know those two.
They probably got shit-faced,
bonked all night,
and fell asleep in one of the
old sheds.
Raff, this isn't life
imitating art.
The projectionist got murdered.
Fact is, he was a wacko.
I don't believe there's
some cracked killer
out there stalking us
like we're in the plot
from "Bride of Chucky 7"
or whatever.
Life doesn't work like that.
If Cass and Paulie don't
turn up by crew call,
I'll call the cops, okay?
- Okay.
- You are brilliant
and you're going to
make a brilliant movie.
We just got to keep it all on
the rails.
(rock music)
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
(all chattering)
- Mr. Drivett.
We're back.
(animal yelping)
Mr. Drivett, is it all right
if we set up in the living room?
- Hey, He's, have you got
a minute?
- Oh, what's wrong?
- So this is the only one we've
got, yeah?
- Jules, can you tell Hester
what the problem is, please?
- Cassie put all of Scarman's
wardrobe here, yeah,
all the doubles, including
the masks,
but they're gone.
- [Hester] You know what
happened to them?
- What, do you think I
nicked them?
- I'll ask around.
- Thanks.
- There are no doubles of
your wardrobe,
so don't make a mess
tonight, all right?
- Killing's a messy business.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Jules] Okay, Bobby.
- We need to punch in a few
more lights
through those windows.
- Any more, we're going
to melt the circuits.
The wiring in this place
is ancient.
Any chance of scoring
a generator?
- Can't phone out from here,
can we?
- No.
- Okay.
I'll take the bus,
see if we can't find a
friendly farmer.
(chuckles)
- [Damien] Thanks, mate.
- I'm heading off, man.
You better hop out.
Bobby, don't give me this
character motivation bullshit.
Get your ass off this bus.
I've got to get moving.
(ominous orchestral music)
Hey.
Hey, some of us have got work
to do.
(laughing)
Bobby, man.
You're a loser.
Get out of here.
Oh, my god.
(choking and gurgling)
- Okay, when you come
into the living room,
you're not going to see Scarman
standing behind the
column with his shears up.
Where's Bobby?
- I dressed him about an
hour ago.
- Was he any good?
- Cretin.
(heavy breathing)
- Um, look, what we'll do is
we'll dolly into a two-shot,
then we just push in to
a closeup of Vanessa.
- Closeup?
- Bobby, got your shears?
All right, do you want to
move over
next to the wall here,
and if you can hide behind here
and wait for her to come.
Okay, we'll do a lineup on
that shot
if you want to go back
to first positions,
thanks, Vanessa.
Going for a rehearsal.
Okay, and action.
- Ow!
Hey!
Get off!
- What are you doing?
This is a rehearsal, man,
not a take!
- If we're moving that fast,
I'm going to need some lubricant
for the track.
- You'd have some of that
left over from last night,
wouldn't you, sweet cheeks?
- Hey, come on, guys!
Hey, break it up!
One more line like that,
and you can really go home.
- Sounds lovely.
- Um, should we just set up
for a take?
Do you want to do
something about the mask?
It doesn't look right.
- Now, how tight is
this closeup?
Are we talking crow's feet?
(phone beeps)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Hello, police?
Damn it!
(screaming)
Ew!
Aah!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
(growls)
(panting)
(gasping)
(eerie ambient music)
(Hester whimpers)
(metal creaking)
(breathing heavily)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
No!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(grunting)
Keep away from me!
(screaming)
(screaming)
No.
No!
(thumping)
- Is Jim back yet?
I asked him to go get
a generator.
- Maybe he's found a place
that sells tofu.
- How the hell am I
supposed to make a film
when my entire crew
go walkabout?
You guys keep at it, and I'll
go find him.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Jim?
(screaming)
- Sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
- No, that's all right.
I'm just a bit on edge
tonight, that's all.
- I wanted to ask you something
away from everyone else.
- [Raffy] Yeah?
- Why this movie?
- I told you already.
- It wouldn't have
something to do
with your mother, would it?
- My mother?
- Hilary Jacobs?
She was your mother, right?
- Yeah, yeah, she was.
- So, that's why you
want to finish the film.
- Everybody thought that
she was a hack director,
but she wasn't, Mr. Lossman,
she was so much more than that.
You can tell by looking at
this film.
- She was not a hack,
believe me.
She had to be smarter and
tougher than all of them.
And she was.
(ominous orchestral music)
My god.
They've been slashed.
- Who would do something
like this?
- Kids, maybe.
Locals.
I don't know.
My car, too.
- You don't think that,
that this could be--
- What?
- Nah, don't worry about it.
By the way, have you seen He's?
(breathing heavily)
(exhales loudly)
- Jesus Christ!
Rick.
You had me going there for a
sec, man.
You're going to put me out of a
job, bro.
(laughing)
I've got one of those, too.
"Face-off".
Wes craven style.
(grunting)
(gagging)
- I'll show you how to shimmy.
- That's great.
Okay, let's go for a take.
Can I get the cast in?
- Yeah, sure.
- Ta.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Okay, Bobby, time to do
some killing.
Come on.
- Okay, Bobby, these are
the shears
you're going to be using.
They're a special effect
number, so,
as you can see.
Now, when you kill her,
I want you to stab her in the
stomach and
bring it up into her rib cage.
Hey, Vanessa.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Rick] Sorry.
My fault.
- Okay, like this.
In and up.
That didn't hurt.
So you can do it quite hard,
all right?
- You grope me, you're history.
- [Raffy] Any questions?
- [Man] Nope.
- Then we'll go for a take.
Jules, do you want to do
final checks?
You right with that, Rick?
Yeah?
Damien?
(car horn honking)
Okay, when you're ready, Jules.
- Thanks.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right.
- And, roll sound.
(clicking)
- Speed.
- Mark it.
- 11, Take one.
(horn honking)
- Hold on, hold on.
- Who the hell is that?
- I'll take care of it.
- Thank you.
(ominous orchestral music)
(car horn honking)
- The police have been
to see me.
You must stop.
You must stop at once.
- What's wrong?
What's happened?
- The evil is back.
Oh, I knew this would happen.
- [Raffy] Okay, stand by
to shoot.
- Okay.
- [Raffy] Roll sound.
- Speed.
- [Rick] Mark it.
- [Julie] 11, take one.
- And action.
- Ow!
Cut!
Can we cut?
Cut it!
- What's the problem?
- I have this lash that's
come loose.
You're going to see it in the
close up.
And that's too hard, all right.
Can you back off?
- Julie, would you like to fix
Vanessa's false eyelash for her?
- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- As quick as possible, thanks,
and we'll go for another one.
- Where is the original print of
the film?
- I don't know.
It's upstairs, I think.
Why?
- Mr. Lossman, there is
a force at work here.
It is not human,
and it is unspeakably evil.
You must destroy that
film at once,
or you will all die.
- Okay, roll sound.
- Uh, speed.
- Mark it.
- [Jules] 11, take two.
- And action.
Cut it!
Cut it!
- Run!
Get away from him!
- Bobby, what the hell are
you doing?
- [Lossman] That's not Bobby!
(screaming)
Come on, quick!
- [Raffy] Run!
- [Lossman] Where's Damien?
(breathing heavily)
(ominous orchestral music)
(screaming)
Where's the old lady?
- She's there!
- [Rick] Just leave her!
Come on, let's go!
- She's got the keys, you idiot!
Wait here.
- Vanessa, where are you going?
Get in the car!
- I've killed him once,
I can kill him again!
(screaming)
- [Raffy] Damien!
- You know, Jules,
I've never said this before, but
I've always found you very
attractive.
- Oh, fuck off!
- Okay.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Did you see where he went?
(stair creaking)
(woman screams)
(animal yelps)
We need weapons.
- Damn it!
I knew I should have brought my
handgun.
(static hissing)
(screaming)
- What?
- [Jules] What?
- He was just here!
- [Jules] Where?
- Just here!
- What do you mean?
(screaming)
Oh, the doors!
(pounding on door)
(panting)
(metal scraping)
Oh!
What's he doing?
- [Rick] It's petrol.
- Oh, my god, he's going to burn
us alive.
Should we run for it?
Rick, what do you think?
Should we run for it?
Aah!
- [Rick] Get help, Jules!
I can't move!
- I can't do it, Rick!
I'm not going.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Help me.
No!
(screaming)
- No, no!
No, no, no, no!
Hey!
(explosion booming)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Let's get the son of a bitch.
(screaming)
- Raffy, I'm sorry.
Don't go in there.
(gasping)
- [Raffy] Mr. Drivett.
(groaning)
- She found the body.
I think she's had a stroke.
I've been trying to revive her.
- [Raffy] She's still alive?
(gasping)
(dog yelps)
- Not anymore.
Come on, let's go.
What are you doing?
- [Raffy] Why the film?
- This sounds really weird,
but it sort of makes sense.
Martha believed that
we created the killer.
- How?
- He's the character in
the film.
The only way to destroy him
is to destroy the film.
- He's not even human?
- I don't think so.
He's the sum total of
all the creative energy
that's gone into the film.
- Believe me, there was no
creative energy
that went into that piece
of shit.
- I've got the keys.
Come on.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
You all right?
- Yeah.
- Let's burn these bastards.
- Mr. Lossman, behind you!
(gagging)
(grunting)
- Oh, my god.
Hey, ugly!
It's me you want, isn't it?
I'm the one that killed you.
(Lossman gurgling)
Look at you!
You're disgusting.
You make me want to vomit.
Come on, Mr. Movie star,
you want to kill me?
Huh?
Come on.
Let's go!
(ominous orchestral music)
- Well, this must be the place.
(pounding)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- You stay away from me.
- Ah, shit.
Is that the girl?
- It sure is.
Bk 35 to central.
Come in, central.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
(howling)
(screaming)
Hey, girlie!
Get away from there!
Hey!
- Leave me alone!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- No, don't, please!
(screaming and howling)
Help me to destroy the film!
- You take care of her,
I'll go check inside.
- It's okay.
Calm down.
(groaning)
- No, you don't understand.
It's evil!
(electricity crackling)
- [Carter] It's okay.
(screaming)
- Hold it right there!
(wheezing)
I said, hold it right there!
I said--
(screaming)
Bloody.
Don't move.
- I've done nothing
wrong, officer.
I'm just a simple shopkeeper
from Crompton
here on holidays with my family.
- Get in the car!
Everything's all right!
- Put down the knife.
- It's not a knife.
It's only a pair of
garden shears
simply modified so I can
do interesting things like
cut off heads.
- Just drop it!
(gun firing)
(laughing maniacally)
Shit.
- The magic of movies.
(gun firing)
(gun clicking)
(body thudding)
- Don't move.
- Please!
- Stay calm, stay calm.
- [Raffy] Please!
- [Carter] I'll be back soon.
(door creaks)
(gasping)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Don't you just hate that?
- I don't know who you are,
but you better let go of me
right now!
- Or else what?
You'll lock me up?
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(gun firing)
I'm something special, huh?
- Let me out.
- Scoot.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
(thudding)
(grunts)
(gasping)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(footsteps approaching)
Now, where were we?
(screaming)
(thudding)
- No!
(grunting)
No!
No!
(grunting)
(groaning)
(grunts)
(screams)
No!
No!
Aaah!
No!
Stop, no!
(screaming)
Please, no!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Yeah.
(grunts)
(screams)
- Die, you bastard.
(howls)
Die!
(grunting)
(Raffy screams)
(grunting)
(groaning)
(grunting)
Come on, what's wrong?
You a bit tired?
Come on!
(moaning)
Not feeling so good, eh?
Come on!
You're finished,
you B-grade piece of shit!
(groaning)
(screaming)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Hey.
Hey.
(crying)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- It's down here.
Cor, did you see that?
Right over there.
(laughing)
- Hey, Vanessa, how are you?
- Hi, Vanessa.
- Hi, hi.
- You're looking much better.
- Oh, thanks.
Ow!
- [Raffy] Ooh, sorry.
Sorry.
- So, are you sure he's dead?
- He only existed within
the context of the film.
When that was destroyed,
so was he.
- Thank god.
Maybe now I can sleep at night.
(wind howling)
- We are so lucky today.
We're lucky because we're here
to see the most exciting
screening of a very rare film.
You may have read about
it in the newspapers,
because there was this
so-called curse
on the film,
and that was that every time
anybody tried
to complete the film, someone
died.
In any case, this print is
the only print in existence,
and we are really lucky to
be able to see it today.
All right, nothing more to say.
Here we go.
Let's roll it.
(audience applauding)
(projector humming)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(electricity crackling)
(heavy rock music)
♪ Ahhhhh, yo ♪
♪ Ahhhhh, yo ♪
♪ I sense inside ♪
♪ The need to rest ♪
♪ You're scraping claws ♪
♪ Over my chest ♪
♪ A bad desire ♪
♪ Some stop it then ♪
♪ I pray at night ♪
♪ Forgive my sin ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ In my head ♪
♪ I'm heading down ♪
♪ Toward the dark ♪
♪ Beneath the ground ♪
♪ I feel the presence ♪
♪ Of the dead ♪
♪ That come to life ♪
♪ Inside my head ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
(upbeat rock music)
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock, can't
stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock, can't
stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Come move me, move me ♪
♪ Dancing like Madonna into
the groovy ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia,
come move me, move me ♪
♪ Dancing like Madonna into
the groovy ♪
♪ Stop the rock, can't stop
the rock J
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ Let's get down and dirty,
babe ♪
♪ Come on, get down and dirty,
babe ♪
♪ Come on, get down and dirty,
baby ♪
♪ Come on, get down and dirty,
babe ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Shape the rock like
Henry Moore ♪
♪ Aphrodite at the water hole ♪
♪ Shape the rock like
Henry Moore ♪
♪ Aphrodite at the water hole,
come on ♪
♪ Can't stop ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop ♪
(helicopter whirring)
(grand orchestral music)
(explosion booming)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(owl hooting)
- [Mum] Kids, I've put
your dinner on the stove.
- [Boy] Okay, Mum.
- [Mum] Don't forget to lock up,
Chloe.
- [Chloe] I won't.
Bye, Mum.
- [Man] This is 2SW,
rocking you through the '80s,
with Split Enz, "I Got You."
("I Got You" by Split Enz)
♪ That's a whole lot ♪
- Freddie,
you getting tired?
Just don't get any fleas on the
bed, okay?
♪ Sometimes we shout ♪
♪ But that's no problem ♪
♪ I don't know why
sometimes I get frightened ♪
♪ You can see my eyes ♪
(liquid bubbling)
♪ You can tell that
I'm not lyin' ♪
♪ Look at you ♪
(ominous orchestral music)
- Mum, are you there?
(liquid bubbling)
(wind blowing)
Tell me, Freddie, why do
little brothers
like to freak out their sisters?
You asleep already?
Well, you're just going to have
to move,
'cause I need my pillow.
(screaming)
{phone ringing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Hello?
- [Man] Now you die.
(gasping)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(pounding on door)
- Help!
Help!
Someone help me!
(pounding on door)
(glass shatters)
(Chloe screams)
Stay away.
I mean it.
Stay away from me!
I'll call the police!
I mean it.
You touch me, and you're gone!
(blades scraping)
Stay away from me!
- [Woman] Cut!
Cut!
Cut, cut it.
Cut.
(blades swishing)
Cut it.
You idiot!
I told you not to go for
the throat straightaway.
You've got to rip her
blouse off first,
like in rehearsals, remember?
- I forgot.
- Hey, everyone,
Robert De Niro here forgot,
once again.
- [Man] Yeah, nice one, Brad.
- Okay, we're going to call it
a night.
And you can thank our genius
thespian here
for your three hours' overtime.
Fuck in" loser.
- [Woman] Okay, we have a wrap.
(all chattering)
- What's her problem?
- You, you dumb dickhead!
Touch my tits one more time,
I'll kick your balls in,
understand?
Lossman!
Lossman, where's my Coke?
I want my Coke in my hand,
with ice,
the second she calls wrap, okay?
(light orchestral music)
(wolf howling)
(tapping)
- Yeah?
It's you.
What do you want?
- You made me look
stupid tonight
in front of all my friends.
- No, I didn't, sweetheart.
You did that all by yourself.
And I'll let you in on a
little secret.
You don't have any friends.
The fact is
you're replaceable in that mask.
I could put a monkey in
that suit,
and he'd do a better job.
Anyway, I've had enough.
I'm going to speak with Jim,
and he can sort it out.
- [Brad] What do you mean?
- I mean, my producer
will speak with your agent
about discontinuing
your services.
Do you understand that?
(breathing heavily)
Oh.
Nice touch.
For the first time,
you actually frightened me.
Look, everyone's got
their level,
and mine is making
intelligent family drama,
and yours is doing cheesy
clown acts in shopping malls.
I'm sorry,
but you just can't cut it
in features.
- [Brad] Hilary, look.
(blades scraping)
- Get out of here.
Take one step closer, and
I'll scream.
- [Brad] It's hard to scream
without a tongue.
(ominous orchestral music)
(Hilary screaming)
- Just put those in the car.
I got to go talk to Mein Fuhrer.
(eerie ambient music)
(high-pitched wailing)
(knocking on door)
Hilary, it's Vanessa.
Oh, my god!
(gasping)
What do you want?
Sex?
Do you mean you want to have sex
with me?
- [Brad] Sex?
Yeah, sure.
- Well, okay.
Let's go.
You're going to have to
take that silly mask off.
(grunting)
(screaming)
(grunting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Vanessa?
(electricity crackling)
- So, to answer your
question, Raffy,
that's why I don't include
the slasher genre in my course.
Fair enough?
- So, Mr. Lossman, what
happened to the film?
- "Hot Blooded"?
It was never finished.
There's a cut work print
in the archive, I believe.
- Would it be possible
to see it?
- For what purpose, Raffy?
- Well, we have to do a
graduation film, right?
What better project than
to finish that film?
- And it could also make
a shitload of money.
Are the rights available?
- Hester, full marks for
your entrepreneurial spirit,
but I don't think so.
- Why not?
- Because that movie was
a nightmare,
and you don't go playing
with nightmares.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
I'll see you all next week.
- Hey, he should have killed
Lossman, eh?
- [Man] Yeah.
(all chattering)
- [Raffy] Mr. Lossman, we
were serious about the movie.
- And so was I, Raffy.
Look, you two have more
important things to say.
Don't waste your time
doing trash.
- But it's not trash.
A horror film can be just
as political
as "Priscilla" or "The Piano".
Look, even if it's not,
what's wrong with making a
scary film,
giving people a bit of a fright?
- A few years back, a director,
a young kid out of video
clips, did just that.
The producer hired him to
complete "Hot Blooded".
It was the first time
the print had been screened
since the murder of
Hilary Jacobs.
What happened next is
totally bizarre.
The kid was butchered,
but the police never found
the killer.
The creepy thing is,
the projectionist was the
only one
with access to the
screening room,
and he was cleared.
- [Raffy] So what
you're saying is,
there's some sort of a curse on
this film.
- All I'm saying is
that this is something best
left alone.
Thought is deed.
- What do you mean?
- If you read eastern
philosophy,
the ancients say that what
you think, you create.
"Hot Blooded" was a loathsome
piece of shit that never
should've been made in the
first place.
- So what's the story with
the producer?
- He tried to finish the film
so that he could save his
investment.
One night, while he was
in the editing room,
he was electrocuted.
(electricity crackling)
- [Raffy] It was an accident.
Accidents happen.
- Look, I'm not superstitious,
and I don't believe in
curses or what have you.
- [Kid] Sorry.
- Listen, you kids have a gift.
Don't waste your
combined talents
on this ugly piece of shit.
- So what do you think?
- I think it'd be cool.
Let's do it.
- Yeah.
(computer modem buzzing)
(heavy metal music)
♪ Jesus saves but he's
not gonna save me now ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ Jesus saves but he's
not gonna save me now ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
- Mmm!
Mmm!
Well done!
- I can get the rights
for next to nothing.
I just spoke to the
producer's wife,
or should I say his widow.
And get this, she said
she's prepared
to put in some money to see
it finished.
- Good girl!
- What's the story with casting?
- Well, the girl who played
the sister,
her name's Vanessa Turn bill,
and she lives in LA,
and she's done a couple of
B-grade movies,
and she's doing daytime
soap at the Mument,
so I think we can get her.
- I can market that.
-Um, hi.
What about all these people
who keep sort of dying,
trying to make this film?
You gonna market that, do you
think, miss producer, or--
- Probably.
- Yeah?
That's promising.
- So, who's in?
Who wants to make a
mainstream slasher movie?
Bigger than "Halloween",
creepier than "Friday the 13th",
more blood and guts than
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre"!
- More sex than "Deep Throat".
- You're so bad.
- [Man] Oh you are changing
sides, mate.
- It's time we graduated into
pop culture, boys and girls.
So what say you?
Who's in?
- Yes.
- Yep.
- Yes.
(heavy metal music)
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ Jesus saves but he's
not gonna save me now ♪
♪ No no no ♪
♪ It's time to walk back tall ♪
♪ And it wants my soul ♪
- It's a lousy deal,
unbelievably lousy, but
I see some merit in it.
- Oh, yeah?
What kind of merit?
- I done some checking.
Word around town is
they're the next big thing,
particularly the director,
this kid called Raffy.
They say she's the next
Jane Campion.
Listen to me.
This could be the next hit at
Sundance,
this kind of movie.
Look what "Scream" did for
Courteney Cox.
- Give me a break.
She was a millionaire already.
I just don't know if I can
do it, Jerry.
It's going to dredge up
all kinds of old shit.
Besides, there's a
celebrity golf tournament
in Las Vegas next week.
- Nessie, baby,
I'll be able to work
the bejesus out of this.
Are you kidding me?
Slasher movie gone
horribly wrong,
buried for years.
Vanessa Turn bill goes back
to face her demons.
You can't buy publicity
like this.
"E!," "Entertainment Tonight,”
"Access Hollywood", they'll
go crazy.
Sweetheart, I don't want to
be reading
the trades one morning,
see this movie grossing
100 mill,
and you not a part of it.
Do you and me a favour.
Fly coach to Australia.
Ooh!
Hey!
- Coach?
(man announcing flights over PA)
(car horn honking)
(heavy metal music)
- Hi.
Vanessa.
I'm Raffy.
I'm the director.
And this is Hester.
She's the producer.
Sorry we're late.
We ran out of petrol, and...
I'll help you with these.
- Okay, we got a press
conference in an hour.
Would you like to freshen up?
- So am I booked in a hotel,
or am I sleeping at your house?
(bag thudding)
- Miss Turn bill, why have you
come back to finish the movie?
- Well, it's extremely rare
that you find
really good parts for women,
so when I find one, I
just jump at the chance.
- Miss Turn bill, Holly Jones
reporting live, Channel 5.
Are you worried about
the curse, Miss Turn bill?
- What curse?
- Every time there's an attempt
to finish this film,
someone dies.
- There's a special clause in
my contract.
If I die, I get paid extra.
- Aren't you concerned at all
that it will bring back bad
memories, Miss Turn bill,
doing this film?
- All of that happened a long
time ago,
and I've put all that behind me.
So it's wonderful to be back
in Australia.
Anyway, I would have killed
these two if they left me out.
I only just arrived, so
if you'll excuse me--
(all chattering)
- Thank you very much.
That will be all.
- I got to get some sleep.
Can you take me back to
the hotel?
- Your room won't be ready
till two.
They're still cleaning.
You want a coffee?
(heavy metal music)
Her husband must have done
well out of slasher films.
- I'll be frank with you.
The only reason I am doing this,
because I need the money.
My late husband and I have a
first dollar gross position,
which means nothing
unless the film is finished and
on-sold.
Hopefully, this will
be my little nest egg.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Sign that.
- What is it?
- It's an indemnity.
From now on, I'm not responsible
for anything that happens.
It's on your heads.
It's called blood money, girls.
Blood money.
- Hi, Bobby.
- Hi.
- Are you doing this movie?
- Uh, yeah.
Well, production on "Mad Max 4"
got pushed back a few
weeks, so I got a window.
- Cool.
- Hey, look, let's meet up later
and go over the makeup, yeah?
- Yeah, sure.
- Isn't this where that guy
got murdered?
You know, watching this
same print?
- What guy?
- Well--
- You guys got a second?
You know a couple days ago,
we were talking about the
possibility of--
- Jesus Christ.
Has somebody been smoking
in here?
- I heard she always
gets off with her costar.
- What about when she did
that TV remake of Lassie?
(laughing)
- Haven't you ever heard
of secondhand smoke?
- Hi.
I'm Bobby Duke.
I'm your costar.
I'm playing Scarman,
psycho killer guy.
- Good casting.
(all laughing)
- Hello?
Hi.
- "Hot Blooded".
Ooh, daddy, not these
cans again.
I thought they'd been destroyed.
You Raffy Carruthers?
- Yeah.
- Loved your short.
Bloody brilliant.
Except that last shot was
straight out of
"Shock Corridor",
you derivative little
thing, you.
Listen, I've written a
screenplay.
You want to read it?
- You seen this?
- Yeah, I screened it once.
Best thing the director
ever did.
Yeah.
Bit of a hack she was, though,
you know?
Or should I say she was a bit
hacked,
you know?
Last time I screened this,
a kid sat at the front.
Got his throat slit by
some psycho cleaner.
It's a funny thing, you know?
You've seen so many murders on
the screen.
You see the real thing,
hey, it's no big deal.
Then you get these
gender-specific assholes
that think that screen violence
is going to turn us all
into mass murderers.
Well, that's crap.
I've seen hundreds of murders.
I've seen thousands of murders.
Next time somebody goes
into McDonald's,
shoots up 20 people with an Uzi,
and they find a Steven Seagal
video in his back pocket,
you know what they ought to do?
They ought to ring "60 Minutes”,
get them to do one of
their chequebook bullshit
journalism stories on me,
because I'm a walking
advertisement
for liberalising X-rated
everything, eh?
You know what I mean?
Art is art, eh?
- Okay, everyone, let the horror
begin.
(Rick laughing evilly)
Shut up, Rick.
- What?
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Mum] Kids, I've put
your dinner on the stove.
- [Boy] Okay, Mum.
- [Mum] Don't forget to lock
up, Chloe.
(ominous orchestral music)
- Freddie.
(cat meows)
You getting tired?
(ominous orchestral music)
- What's wrong?
- I thought I heard something.
(liquid hissing)
(wind blowing)
- [Chloe] Tell me, Freddie,
why do little brothers like
to freak out their sisters?
You asleep already?
Well, you're just going to have
to move.
(Chloe screaming)
(telephone ringing)
Hello?
- [Man] Now you die.
(gasping)
(blades scraping)
Stay away from me!
- [Hilary] Cut!
Cut!
Cut.
Cut it.
Cut!
- That was her voice.
Did you hear her voice?
He's.
He's, wake up.
He's.
(screaming)
(man growling)
(crying)
- Bobby, that's enough.
It's cruel.
(all laughing)
- [Rick] Sucked in!
- [Bobby] Did I pass
the audition?
- With flying colours, sir.
- I did the makeup.
Not bad for a quickie
in the dark, eh, Raff?
- That's your specialty,
isn't it, Jules,
quickies in the dark?
- You're a retard, Paulie.
- I didn't buy into it, Raff.
- You're all a bunch
of fuckwits!
- Come on.
Bus leaves at seven a.m. sharp.
Check your gear, please.
- [Paulie] I didn't mean--
- [Damien] Fuck off, Paulie.
Grow up.
- It's funny.
- [Bobby] Don't think
I went too far, do you?
(ominous orchestral music)
- Hello?
Hello?
(ominous orchestral music)
4 One, two J
4 One, two, three, four J
(upbeat rock music)
- So our star isn't
travelling with us, then?
- Vanessa?
- Yeah.
- No.
We sprung for a driver.
- Of course.
- Has anyone seen Raff?
- Everyone off the bus!
How are we supposed to
make this film
without our famous director?
Maybe Damien could take over,
like he did in the short.
- Shut up, Paulie.
That's bullshit, and
you know it.
- Hey, we were all there,
mate, and you're not talking
to the cinema papers now,
lover boy.
- Raff, I'm sorry.
We're all sorry.
It was meant to be a joke.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Did you pick up the print?
- Yeah.
It's in the back.
- [Raffy] Guess we broke the
curse, huh?
We screened it without
anyone getting killed.
- Yeah, I guess.
♪ Come, my little Venus ♪
♪ Wrapped in shadows ♪
♪ Yeah, you're one of us ♪
♪ I hear the footsteps inside
your head ♪
♪ Walking, trying to
find yourself ♪
- You've done well, Nessie.
But I knew you would.
- And I always knew you'd end
up teaching.
(laughs)
Hey, you got any Diet Coke
in here?
(laughs)
♪ Found myself in you ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ So come, my little Venus ♪
♪ Come, my little Venus ♪
- Thank you.
Number six.
- This is the place.
- What place?
- The place where Cassie and I
are finally going to consummate
our blossoming relationship.
(laughs)
- In your wet dreams, buddy.
She's got her eye on Damien.
- Yeah, but Damien's
got a thing for Raffy.
- Hand off it, now.
Raffy's got the hots for Bobby.
- No way!
Bobby's got a thing for Jules.
- Jules is porking Jim.
- Jules and Jim?
Are you serious?
- Yes.
- I thought Jim was porking
Hester.
- Hester's a dyke, you dork.
Plus, she's got the hots
for Raffy.
- What about Raffy and Bobby?
- Raffy and Bobby is
unrequited so far,
but Raffy has shown an
interest in moi.
- You?
- Yeah.
- Was she shitfaced?
- One of these days,
you are going to implode
with envy,
you poor, pathetic
little creature.
- Hey, I can't help it that
I'm endowed
like that guy out of
"Boogie Nights".
- What, with a fake dick?
- They've got to be kidding.
- It's only for a few days.
- This bed's got bugs in it.
I can tell just by looking
at it.
If I spend one night in
this thing,
I'm going to need a masseuse.
I swear to god.
- I did a course in reiki.
- Reiki?
No shit?
(light orchestral music)
- [Rick] So this is the house
of horrors?
- Watch your feet.
I don't want mud everywhere.
Are you going to put something
down?
I don't want a herd of elephants
tramping dirt through here,
you know.
- Yes, Mr. Drivett,
we'll be really careful.
I'll make sure they treat it
like it was my own house.
- That's no comfort to me,
young lady.
You look like you'd live in
a dump.
Hey, hey!
Put that down, son!
That's bone China, from China!
- Really?
I thought it was from bone.
(laughing)
- Now the rules are these.
No drugs, no loud music,
no eating or drinking in
the house.
I've disconnected the phone,
so you can't make any
personal calls.
- Can I ask one, small favour?
- Well, you can certainly ask.
- We have the original print
of the film
in the bus outside, and I
was wondering
if we could put it in a
safe place
inside the house.
- Certainly, young lady,
you can, uh,
keep it upstairs in my bedroom.
It'll be safe there.
Now, you, come with me.
I want to talk about the
location fees.
- [Rick] I want to check
out the kitchen, too.
We've got some shots in there.
- Paulie!
- [Cassie] Rick!
(plate shattering)
You idiot!
- Cassie, you've deboned
the China!
- You're a moron, Rick.
Oh, I hate you!
- Somehow, I doubt that.
- Rick, next time you
do something like that,
you two can go home.
- Promise?
- Yes.
- I didn't do it.
(light orchestral music)
- Where the hell is our
expensive import?
(phone beeps)
Oh, great!
No signal.
- Bad luck, huh?
(sighing)
That must have been
where she was murdered.
- [Hester] Who?
- Hilary Jacobs, the director.
They said it was a Swiss chalet.
It always sounded so weird.
- Who said?
- Can't use your phone, huh?
How will you cope?
(sighing)
(all chattering)
Okay, everybody, can I just have
a few seconds of your time,
please?
- [Rick] Okay, everyone, come
on.
Shhh shhh!
- Okay, the back story
goes something like this.
When they were kids,
their parents went out
and left them on their own in
the house
and the house caught on fire.
Now, Charlie got horribly
burned and scarred for life,
but his beautiful sister
Chloe got out unscathed.
Now, he hates her for that
and he hates his mum and
dad for doing this to him.
His dad is the first to go.
He went in reel two.
Then, an assorted range
of victims
until we get to reel nine.
Which is where the film
stopped as he Kills his sister.
Now, the scenes we're about
to film
are where the mother
gets killed,
who will be played by Vanessa,
and this is the climax of
the film,
so I don't need to tell
you how important it is.
Now, does anybody have any
questions?
- Yeah, do they sell any tofu
around here?
(ominous orchestral music)
(sniffing)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Scare you?
(grunting)
- Hurt you?
(bobby groans)
(kids chattering)
- Are you ready, Bobby?
(sighing)
Okay, you've got the front
part of that.
Yup, just get that on.
Great.
How's that feel?
Can you breathe?
Yup.
Let's make sure that's
fine there in the collar.
- [Bobby] Ah, stupid!
- You all right, Bobby?
- Here, let's get this fixed up.
Okay,
I'll just pop the collar
underneath there.
There you go.
- [Bobby] Al right!
Now you die.
(ominous orchestral music)
(all chattering)
- All right, I'll go set up.
Ahhh, that's the ticket.
(breathing heavily)
(ominous orchestral music)
Bobby, you,
why don't you practise
your method bullshit on,
I don't know,
someone else, mate.
Dickhead!
Just go back to your
Winnebago and act like a tree!
You must be the unscariest
villain I've ever seen!
Bloody actors with so much
spare time on their hands.
What are you doing
watching me piss, anyway?
Prefer a Polaroid?
(engine revving)
- [Raffy] Vanessa, keep
your foot off the brake.
Don't accelerate too much.
- [Damien] Slower, Jimmy,
slower.
Take your timing from the car.
- Yeah, except it changes
every take
'cause the bimbo can't drive.
- Nobody told me I had
to drive a goddamn car,
and the steering wheel's
on the wrong side!
- It really affected you,
didn't it, the killing?
- Yes, it did.
- You know, horror movies
aren't that bad, Mr. Lossman.
You think about it.
They can be cathartic for
young kids.
I mean, it's all about
letting go of your fear.
- How do you mean?
- Well, you go to the movies
and there's a psycho killer
out in the bush
wood-chipping people.
Suddenly, the things you're
scared of
don't seem so important anymore.
Like the craters on your face,
the size of your ass,
or will that cute guy ask
you out,
that sort of stuff.
Horror movies put that
into perspective.
When you think about it
like that,
they've actually got,
kind of, a social value.
(ominous orchestral music)
- Shit!
- I'm in character!
- [Hester] Bobby!
- Excuse me.
- [Vanessa] Cut it!
Cut it!
I need a stunt driver!
(projector running)
(ominous orchestral music)
- [Man] What have you got?
- Time of death, I put about
28 hours ago,
plus or minus.
Deceased was part-time, single.
No one noticed him missing.
Weapon appears to be a
single blade
about 30 Cs, very sharp.
He was disembowelled
like it was some sort of
ritual slaying.
- Ta.
So who was last in the theatre?
- A group of film
school students.
Made a booking, came in
last night.
- I need a stunt driver!
- [Raffy] Vanessa, you read
the script.
You knew you had to drive.
- Every movie I've ever done,
I've always had a stunt driver!
- [Raffy] But if you told us--
- [Vanessa] Do you think
I'm fucking sly Stallone,
fucking Jackie Chan?
I don't do my own stunts!
Where's Lossman?
- [Cassie] Paulie.
Paulie, please, wait.
- Cass, come on.
- Paulie, no, not here.
Look, I've got to get back
and so do you.
- I told Rick I had to go back
to town,
get some extra batteries.
I told He's you were feeling sick
and had to go back and have a
lie down.
- You bastard.
- So we've got all night.
(breathing heavily)
- [Cassie] Bobby!
- What, Bobby?
Come on!
- Get off!
Get off!
Paulie!
- [Paulie] You want it, Cassie?
- No!
(Cassie screaming)
Oh, shit!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
Why?
Bobby?
Bobby, is that you?
(screaming)
(glass shattering)
Get away from me!
Get away from me!
Aaah, get away from me!
(grunting)
(glass shattering)
(breathing heavily)
What do you want of me?
What do you want?
What do you want?
- Cut it!
- Let's call it a night?
Everyone's tired.
We could pick up tomorrow.
- Yep.
- So, are you going to ask
me to ride
a goddamn horse tomorrow?
- No.
Tomorrow you die.
- Oh, I can hardly wait.
- [Julie] Vanessa, can
I just grab a couple
Polaroids of you?
- [Vanessa] Fuck off!
- [Julie] Oh.
(eerie ambient music)
- We're missing three.
Cassie went back sick?
- So did my asshole of a boomie.
- Funny about that.
- Yeah.
- Where's Bobby?
(ominous orchestral music)
Where have you been all night?
- Just doing the method.
- Yeah, meaning scaring
the shit out of people.
I'm still wet, by the way.
- What?
- Oh, you fake sincerity
so well.
- It's the secret of good
acting, mate.
- Yeah!
- [Bobby] Duh!
(ominous orchestral music)
(sighing)
- Happy with what you got?
- Yeah, it was all right.
Damien's great.
- How is our star?
- Well, she can play
hysterical really well.
- Do you want to have a
drink tonight, before bed?
- Thanks, He's, but I'm pretty
tired.
- Yeah, I understand.
(light rock music)
♪ And you're running far away ♪
♪ Hmm hmm hmm hmm ♪
♪ Couldn't stand or stay ♪
♪ Lookin' for a good time ♪
♪ Keep a light on ♪
♪ For all the last rounds ♪
♪ That will keep away ♪
(ominous orchestral music)
(door clicking)
- Shit!
Hello?
Is someone there?
(screaming)
What are you doing here?
- Sorry, I thought you might
want some company.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- You still get nightmares?
- Uh-huh, and you?
- Oh, yeah.
My therapy bill at the
end of each month is huge.
Sometimes, I wake up
in the middle of the night
screaming.
I used to take uppers for years
to keep from going to sleep.
I still can't walk into a
building
late at night without getting
the shakes.
How about you?
- Same.
I remember your face, looking at
me.
I'll never forget that.
- Flying in coach for 14
hours makes you think.
Why did I do this?
Why did I come back?
I don't know.
I guess I just needed to face
it,
once and for all.
I'm scared.
- [Lossman] Scared of what?
- Those scenes tomorrow.
- [Lossman] Don't worry.
You'll be fine.
I'll be there.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
You know, I don't get it, Raff,
this film.
You could have done whatever
you wanted,
Lossman thinks you're god.
- Yeah, but I wanted to do
this film.
- Why?
You think it's going to set you
up as a commercial director?
Is that it?
- No, it's not.
It's a little more personal
than that.
- Ha!
What's personal about a
horror movie?
- I've just got to finish
this film.
(knocking on door)
- Hester Ryan?
- Yes.
Who are you?
- I'm senior detective
lan Hollander
from special crime squad,
and this is Detective Carter.
Can we have a word, please?
- Sure.
- So did you notice
anything unusual
at the theatre?
You notice anyone strange
hanging around the set at all?
- No.
- Anything unusual that you can
think of?
- Nothing.
No one.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
- I suppose you've heard about
this curse.
- Miss, we know that seven
years ago one Angelo--
- [Woman] Zabriki.
- Zabriki was killed in that
same theatre
watching the same film,
and we're investigating the
possibility
that there's a connection
between the two.
But at the Mument, we're
investigating
as if they're separate
incidents.
You see, we don't think
the projectionist was killed
by a curse, Miss Carruthers.
We believe he was killed by one
or more
very sick individuals
who are quite capable
of being apprehended by
police officers
such as ourselves.
- Do you have any idea why
someone would want to stop
this film being made?
- Beats me.
- Well, if you can think
of anything,
give us a call.
And if you could give us
the details
of where you're filming,
that would be of help.
- Sure.
(knocking at door)
Yeah?
- Can I come in?
- Sure.
- You okay?
- [Raffy] I don't know.
I don't know what's happening.
- Look, someone got murdered,
and it's awful and tragic,
but it has nothing to do with us
or what we're doing here.
You believe that?
- [Raffy] I don't know what
to believe.
- What I'm worried
about now is the others.
I don't think we should
tell anyone.
I don't want Rick
getting spooked,
pulling a number, stopping
the shoot.
What do you think?
- I think Paulie and Cassie
didn't come home last night,
because Rick checked their beds,
and they haven't been slept in.
- What?
You think there's a connection?
- I don't know, but it's
a little bit creepy.
- You know those two.
They probably got shit-faced,
bonked all night,
and fell asleep in one of the
old sheds.
Raff, this isn't life
imitating art.
The projectionist got murdered.
Fact is, he was a wacko.
I don't believe there's
some cracked killer
out there stalking us
like we're in the plot
from "Bride of Chucky 7"
or whatever.
Life doesn't work like that.
If Cass and Paulie don't
turn up by crew call,
I'll call the cops, okay?
- Okay.
- You are brilliant
and you're going to
make a brilliant movie.
We just got to keep it all on
the rails.
(rock music)
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
(all chattering)
- Mr. Drivett.
We're back.
(animal yelping)
Mr. Drivett, is it all right
if we set up in the living room?
- Hey, He's, have you got
a minute?
- Oh, what's wrong?
- So this is the only one we've
got, yeah?
- Jules, can you tell Hester
what the problem is, please?
- Cassie put all of Scarman's
wardrobe here, yeah,
all the doubles, including
the masks,
but they're gone.
- [Hester] You know what
happened to them?
- What, do you think I
nicked them?
- I'll ask around.
- Thanks.
- There are no doubles of
your wardrobe,
so don't make a mess
tonight, all right?
- Killing's a messy business.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Jules] Okay, Bobby.
- We need to punch in a few
more lights
through those windows.
- Any more, we're going
to melt the circuits.
The wiring in this place
is ancient.
Any chance of scoring
a generator?
- Can't phone out from here,
can we?
- No.
- Okay.
I'll take the bus,
see if we can't find a
friendly farmer.
(chuckles)
- [Damien] Thanks, mate.
- I'm heading off, man.
You better hop out.
Bobby, don't give me this
character motivation bullshit.
Get your ass off this bus.
I've got to get moving.
(ominous orchestral music)
Hey.
Hey, some of us have got work
to do.
(laughing)
Bobby, man.
You're a loser.
Get out of here.
Oh, my god.
(choking and gurgling)
- Okay, when you come
into the living room,
you're not going to see Scarman
standing behind the
column with his shears up.
Where's Bobby?
- I dressed him about an
hour ago.
- Was he any good?
- Cretin.
(heavy breathing)
- Um, look, what we'll do is
we'll dolly into a two-shot,
then we just push in to
a closeup of Vanessa.
- Closeup?
- Bobby, got your shears?
All right, do you want to
move over
next to the wall here,
and if you can hide behind here
and wait for her to come.
Okay, we'll do a lineup on
that shot
if you want to go back
to first positions,
thanks, Vanessa.
Going for a rehearsal.
Okay, and action.
- Ow!
Hey!
Get off!
- What are you doing?
This is a rehearsal, man,
not a take!
- If we're moving that fast,
I'm going to need some lubricant
for the track.
- You'd have some of that
left over from last night,
wouldn't you, sweet cheeks?
- Hey, come on, guys!
Hey, break it up!
One more line like that,
and you can really go home.
- Sounds lovely.
- Um, should we just set up
for a take?
Do you want to do
something about the mask?
It doesn't look right.
- Now, how tight is
this closeup?
Are we talking crow's feet?
(phone beeps)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Hello, police?
Damn it!
(screaming)
Ew!
Aah!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
(growls)
(panting)
(gasping)
(eerie ambient music)
(Hester whimpers)
(metal creaking)
(breathing heavily)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
No!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(grunting)
Keep away from me!
(screaming)
(screaming)
No.
No!
(thumping)
- Is Jim back yet?
I asked him to go get
a generator.
- Maybe he's found a place
that sells tofu.
- How the hell am I
supposed to make a film
when my entire crew
go walkabout?
You guys keep at it, and I'll
go find him.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Jim?
(screaming)
- Sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
- No, that's all right.
I'm just a bit on edge
tonight, that's all.
- I wanted to ask you something
away from everyone else.
- [Raffy] Yeah?
- Why this movie?
- I told you already.
- It wouldn't have
something to do
with your mother, would it?
- My mother?
- Hilary Jacobs?
She was your mother, right?
- Yeah, yeah, she was.
- So, that's why you
want to finish the film.
- Everybody thought that
she was a hack director,
but she wasn't, Mr. Lossman,
she was so much more than that.
You can tell by looking at
this film.
- She was not a hack,
believe me.
She had to be smarter and
tougher than all of them.
And she was.
(ominous orchestral music)
My god.
They've been slashed.
- Who would do something
like this?
- Kids, maybe.
Locals.
I don't know.
My car, too.
- You don't think that,
that this could be--
- What?
- Nah, don't worry about it.
By the way, have you seen He's?
(breathing heavily)
(exhales loudly)
- Jesus Christ!
Rick.
You had me going there for a
sec, man.
You're going to put me out of a
job, bro.
(laughing)
I've got one of those, too.
"Face-off".
Wes craven style.
(grunting)
(gagging)
- I'll show you how to shimmy.
- That's great.
Okay, let's go for a take.
Can I get the cast in?
- Yeah, sure.
- Ta.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Okay, Bobby, time to do
some killing.
Come on.
- Okay, Bobby, these are
the shears
you're going to be using.
They're a special effect
number, so,
as you can see.
Now, when you kill her,
I want you to stab her in the
stomach and
bring it up into her rib cage.
Hey, Vanessa.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Rick] Sorry.
My fault.
- Okay, like this.
In and up.
That didn't hurt.
So you can do it quite hard,
all right?
- You grope me, you're history.
- [Raffy] Any questions?
- [Man] Nope.
- Then we'll go for a take.
Jules, do you want to do
final checks?
You right with that, Rick?
Yeah?
Damien?
(car horn honking)
Okay, when you're ready, Jules.
- Thanks.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right.
- And, roll sound.
(clicking)
- Speed.
- Mark it.
- 11, Take one.
(horn honking)
- Hold on, hold on.
- Who the hell is that?
- I'll take care of it.
- Thank you.
(ominous orchestral music)
(car horn honking)
- The police have been
to see me.
You must stop.
You must stop at once.
- What's wrong?
What's happened?
- The evil is back.
Oh, I knew this would happen.
- [Raffy] Okay, stand by
to shoot.
- Okay.
- [Raffy] Roll sound.
- Speed.
- [Rick] Mark it.
- [Julie] 11, take one.
- And action.
- Ow!
Cut!
Can we cut?
Cut it!
- What's the problem?
- I have this lash that's
come loose.
You're going to see it in the
close up.
And that's too hard, all right.
Can you back off?
- Julie, would you like to fix
Vanessa's false eyelash for her?
- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- As quick as possible, thanks,
and we'll go for another one.
- Where is the original print of
the film?
- I don't know.
It's upstairs, I think.
Why?
- Mr. Lossman, there is
a force at work here.
It is not human,
and it is unspeakably evil.
You must destroy that
film at once,
or you will all die.
- Okay, roll sound.
- Uh, speed.
- Mark it.
- [Jules] 11, take two.
- And action.
Cut it!
Cut it!
- Run!
Get away from him!
- Bobby, what the hell are
you doing?
- [Lossman] That's not Bobby!
(screaming)
Come on, quick!
- [Raffy] Run!
- [Lossman] Where's Damien?
(breathing heavily)
(ominous orchestral music)
(screaming)
Where's the old lady?
- She's there!
- [Rick] Just leave her!
Come on, let's go!
- She's got the keys, you idiot!
Wait here.
- Vanessa, where are you going?
Get in the car!
- I've killed him once,
I can kill him again!
(screaming)
- [Raffy] Damien!
- You know, Jules,
I've never said this before, but
I've always found you very
attractive.
- Oh, fuck off!
- Okay.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Did you see where he went?
(stair creaking)
(woman screams)
(animal yelps)
We need weapons.
- Damn it!
I knew I should have brought my
handgun.
(static hissing)
(screaming)
- What?
- [Jules] What?
- He was just here!
- [Jules] Where?
- Just here!
- What do you mean?
(screaming)
Oh, the doors!
(pounding on door)
(panting)
(metal scraping)
Oh!
What's he doing?
- [Rick] It's petrol.
- Oh, my god, he's going to burn
us alive.
Should we run for it?
Rick, what do you think?
Should we run for it?
Aah!
- [Rick] Get help, Jules!
I can't move!
- I can't do it, Rick!
I'm not going.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Help me.
No!
(screaming)
- No, no!
No, no, no, no!
Hey!
(explosion booming)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Let's get the son of a bitch.
(screaming)
- Raffy, I'm sorry.
Don't go in there.
(gasping)
- [Raffy] Mr. Drivett.
(groaning)
- She found the body.
I think she's had a stroke.
I've been trying to revive her.
- [Raffy] She's still alive?
(gasping)
(dog yelps)
- Not anymore.
Come on, let's go.
What are you doing?
- [Raffy] Why the film?
- This sounds really weird,
but it sort of makes sense.
Martha believed that
we created the killer.
- How?
- He's the character in
the film.
The only way to destroy him
is to destroy the film.
- He's not even human?
- I don't think so.
He's the sum total of
all the creative energy
that's gone into the film.
- Believe me, there was no
creative energy
that went into that piece
of shit.
- I've got the keys.
Come on.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
You all right?
- Yeah.
- Let's burn these bastards.
- Mr. Lossman, behind you!
(gagging)
(grunting)
- Oh, my god.
Hey, ugly!
It's me you want, isn't it?
I'm the one that killed you.
(Lossman gurgling)
Look at you!
You're disgusting.
You make me want to vomit.
Come on, Mr. Movie star,
you want to kill me?
Huh?
Come on.
Let's go!
(ominous orchestral music)
- Well, this must be the place.
(pounding)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- You stay away from me.
- Ah, shit.
Is that the girl?
- It sure is.
Bk 35 to central.
Come in, central.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(grunting)
(howling)
(screaming)
Hey, girlie!
Get away from there!
Hey!
- Leave me alone!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- No, don't, please!
(screaming and howling)
Help me to destroy the film!
- You take care of her,
I'll go check inside.
- It's okay.
Calm down.
(groaning)
- No, you don't understand.
It's evil!
(electricity crackling)
- [Carter] It's okay.
(screaming)
- Hold it right there!
(wheezing)
I said, hold it right there!
I said--
(screaming)
Bloody.
Don't move.
- I've done nothing
wrong, officer.
I'm just a simple shopkeeper
from Crompton
here on holidays with my family.
- Get in the car!
Everything's all right!
- Put down the knife.
- It's not a knife.
It's only a pair of
garden shears
simply modified so I can
do interesting things like
cut off heads.
- Just drop it!
(gun firing)
(laughing maniacally)
Shit.
- The magic of movies.
(gun firing)
(gun clicking)
(body thudding)
- Don't move.
- Please!
- Stay calm, stay calm.
- [Raffy] Please!
- [Carter] I'll be back soon.
(door creaks)
(gasping)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- Don't you just hate that?
- I don't know who you are,
but you better let go of me
right now!
- Or else what?
You'll lock me up?
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(gun firing)
I'm something special, huh?
- Let me out.
- Scoot.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
(thudding)
(grunts)
(gasping)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(footsteps approaching)
Now, where were we?
(screaming)
(thudding)
- No!
(grunting)
No!
No!
(grunting)
(groaning)
(grunts)
(screams)
No!
No!
Aaah!
No!
Stop, no!
(screaming)
Please, no!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Yeah.
(grunts)
(screams)
- Die, you bastard.
(howls)
Die!
(grunting)
(Raffy screams)
(grunting)
(groaning)
(grunting)
Come on, what's wrong?
You a bit tired?
Come on!
(moaning)
Not feeling so good, eh?
Come on!
You're finished,
you B-grade piece of shit!
(groaning)
(screaming)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Hey.
Hey.
(crying)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- It's down here.
Cor, did you see that?
Right over there.
(laughing)
- Hey, Vanessa, how are you?
- Hi, Vanessa.
- Hi, hi.
- You're looking much better.
- Oh, thanks.
Ow!
- [Raffy] Ooh, sorry.
Sorry.
- So, are you sure he's dead?
- He only existed within
the context of the film.
When that was destroyed,
so was he.
- Thank god.
Maybe now I can sleep at night.
(wind howling)
- We are so lucky today.
We're lucky because we're here
to see the most exciting
screening of a very rare film.
You may have read about
it in the newspapers,
because there was this
so-called curse
on the film,
and that was that every time
anybody tried
to complete the film, someone
died.
In any case, this print is
the only print in existence,
and we are really lucky to
be able to see it today.
All right, nothing more to say.
Here we go.
Let's roll it.
(audience applauding)
(projector humming)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(electricity crackling)
(heavy rock music)
♪ Ahhhhh, yo ♪
♪ Ahhhhh, yo ♪
♪ I sense inside ♪
♪ The need to rest ♪
♪ You're scraping claws ♪
♪ Over my chest ♪
♪ A bad desire ♪
♪ Some stop it then ♪
♪ I pray at night ♪
♪ Forgive my sin ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
♪ In my head ♪
♪ I'm heading down ♪
♪ Toward the dark ♪
♪ Beneath the ground ♪
♪ I feel the presence ♪
♪ Of the dead ♪
♪ That come to life ♪
♪ Inside my head ♪
♪ No wonder I can't sleep
at night ♪
(upbeat rock music)
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock, can't
stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock ♪
♪ Stop the rock, can't
stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia ♪
♪ Come move me, move me ♪
♪ Dancing like Madonna into
the groovy ♪
♪ Shake that paranoia,
come move me, move me ♪
♪ Dancing like Madonna into
the groovy ♪
♪ Stop the rock, can't stop
the rock J
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop the rock,
can't stop the rock ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ Let's get down and dirty,
babe ♪
♪ Come on, get down and dirty,
babe ♪
♪ Come on, get down and dirty,
baby ♪
♪ Come on, get down and dirty,
babe ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Down and dirty, baby ♪
♪ Shape the rock like
Henry Moore ♪
♪ Aphrodite at the water hole ♪
♪ Shape the rock like
Henry Moore ♪
♪ Aphrodite at the water hole,
come on ♪
♪ Can't stop ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ You can't stop ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop the rock ♪
♪ Can't stop the rock,
you can't stop ♪