Grotesque (1988) Movie Script

(ominous music)

(lightning strikes)

- Is it so long ago, John?

It seems like a lifetime now,

as I look back on

those early days.

(lightning strikes)

Days when we were young.

And our hopes of the future

were nothing but

dreams unfulfilled.

(lightning strikes)

It was then that you

came to me, John.

Like a zephyr in the wind.

Like a storm in the night.

(lightning strikes)

It was as if you

were sent to me from

somewhere in the distant past.

(lightning strikes)

Where the churn of our

beings were nurtured

and given a life.

Then he came.

Like a torrential

river in the night.

Unasked for.

Uninvited.

With hate and fear in his being.

(lightening strikes)

Why was it he, John?

Why had he traveled so far

and so long to haunt us?

And why weren't

we able to escape

his vile clutches?

Must he haunt us forever?

Is there any rest for us John?

Are we destined

to run before him

for all eternity?

Never sleeping?

Never peaceful?

Never the eternal darkness

that we both long for?

Agonized for?

And prayed for?

It was then he changed me, John.

Made me as I am today.

You can no longer

look upon me now,

for I have lost blushed youth,

and flavored my being with

the rustic essence of age.

Like a fine wine

exposed to the wind.

I am left too long to the ages,

and now I have turned into

the vinegar of bitter gall.

(lightening strikes)

When I was young,

and my body beautiful,

you wanted me then.

(ominous music)

Now, John,

you desire me no more.

(ominous music)

I must now give myself to you.

(ominous music)

I know, I know that you're

out there waiting to take me.

(lightening strikes)

To devour me and

make me your own.

I've fought you for so long.

Now I must give myself to you.

(ominous music)

Take me,

or kill me.

Do whatever you will.

But whatever you do,

please do it quickly.

(lightening strikes)

(ominous music)

(slurping)

(woman yelps)

(ominous music)

(film reel rolling)

- Well, you did

it again, Orville.

You're a damn bloody genius.

That has got to

be the best makeup

and special effects

that you have ever done.

Sweet, haunted,

simply marvelous.

- Thank you sir, but,

that's what you pay me for.

- Not half enough.

There'll be a bonus

in this for you baby.

As soon as the first

monies come in.

- Oh, sure.

- You got another one going?

- No, I'm going up to my

house in the mountains.

Got a little family reunion.

I've gotta get out of

the Hollywood scene every

once in a while.

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

Nothing but a bunch of

phonies around here.

(chuckles)

- Well that's movie

magic, isn't it?

(people chattering)

- Good afternoon.

- Thank you.

- Can I offer you ladies

something from the bar?

- Um.

I'm driving, so, I'll

have an orange juice.

- Madam?

- Uh, I'll have an orange

juice and a Bacardi,

premium black.

- Very good.

(people chattering)

- I'm not driving.

(people chattering)

- Nice menu.

You all right?

- Eh, he didn't call.

- You checked your

answering machine?

- He didn't call.

I just can't believe

he didn't call.

- Well, tomorrow's a big

day, we'll have some fun.

Put him out of your mind.

- Yeah, really,

to heck with him.

- I got an idea.

- What?

- There's a real

hot spot in town.

Tomorrow night,

we'll go dancing.

- That sounds good.

You know, Lisa, you're

really a good friend.

- Thanks.

(upbeat music)

I hate this part of the road.

- You worry too much Lisa.

The worst that could happen

is a thousand foot fall.

(chuckles)

- Thanks!

(chuckles)

I'm really glad you came around.

- Yeah, me too, but

what about this snow?

- Oh no, it's okay.

The weather up here is

constantly changing.

I talked to mom and she

said that the snow had

pretty much melted at the house.

- Oh well, that

makes me feel better.

I didn't exactly

bring my long johns.

People here sure are friendly.

- Yeah, that's one of

the reasons mom and dad

moved up here five years ago.

Eh, my dad was tired

of the Hollywood scene

and he needed some

peace and quiet.

- Oh they sure got that.

I never met a

special effects man.

Does your dad know a

lot of movie stars?

- Yeah, I guess.

Never brings any home though.

- Oh, what a rip off.

I mean, he could bring

home like Dustin Hoffman

or Sylvester Stallone?

(laughs)

(honking)

- Is that Blane?

Get off my butt.

(honking)

(people yelling)

- Hey, let 'em pass.

Listen, they're

crazy, all right?

- Well I'm tryin'.

- Get off the road!

Get off the road you bitch!

Move it over!

Get it out of the way!

I'm gonna get you!

I'm gonna get you, you bitch!

- It's a bunch of punkers.

Like I said, people sure

are friendly around here.

(cars passing)

- You know, I gotta

warn you about my dad.

- Hi welcome to Burger King.

That'll be two dollars, please.

- Thank you.

He's a really great guy,

but he's got a strange

sense of humor.

- Here's your change.

- Thanks.

- Well I think I can handle it.

- There you go.

- But you know what,

I'll keep it in mind.

- Thank you very much.

- Bye.

Hey, hi, Tammy.

- Hi, Lisa, how do

you like my doll?

- Very nice, what's her name?

- She doesn't have a

name, she's an orphan.

- That's nice.

Hey Mr. Fulton.

- Hi, Lisa.

It's been a long time since

we've seen you up here.

- Yes it has, nice motor home.

- Well, I don't know how

I'm gonna pay for it.

Your dad said you were

coming up for a visit.

- Hey, how about these?

- Oh, those are great.

Mr. Fulton, have you

met my friend Kathy?

- How do you do, Kathy?

- Hi, nice to meet ya.

How much do we owe ya?

- Nothin', it's one the

house, don't worry about it.

- Thanks.

- Listen, Lisa.

I want you girls to be careful.

There are a bunch of

freaks that came in here

about a half hour ago.

They really looked

like mean ones.

- You mean those punkers?

- You can call 'em

that if you want to.

But they looked like

troublemakers to me.

You girls be careful.

- We will, thank you.

- Oh, Lisa.

Tell your dad that I'm

gonna be up there first

thing tomorrow morning.

We're gonna go deep sea

fishin' in that pond

behind the house.

- All right.

Take it easy, thank you.

- Okay, thanks for

the chips, good bye.

- Bye, bye.

(hits)

(yells)

- Now I am losing my patience!

How much longer do I

have to sit here, huh?

Huh?

Do you have thing

thing fixed yet?

(laughing)

- In a minute, man.

In a minute.

This is a bunch of bullshit.

- Bullshit?

Don't you talk to

me about bullshit!

(laughing)

This happens every

time we have a job,

and I'm tired of it.

Now you get this thing fixed!

- It's a piece of shit, man!

- Yeah!

If you don't get engine minted

and this whole little gig,

just about ended.

(yells)

- Lighten up, Scratch.

It'll go down okay.

- Okay?

Okay?

Do you remember Nevada?

Nevada?

You assholes slaughtered

a whole family.

- If you'd would've had

to, you would yourself.

- Get out of my face, Val!

You better be right about

this Hollywood asshole.

- My dad used to bring

us up here in the summer.

I remember they

used to talked about

how there's this great,

big secret going down

in this house.

- So?

- There's gotta be

something heavy up there.

It's either dope, or money.

- Yeah?

Well I'll believe

it when I see it.

Now get this car rollin'!

Car!

- Why are you slowing down?

- Well I can't run him over.

(dramatic synth music)

(knocking)

- Hello, ladies.

My friends and I

have had some trouble

with our van.

Do you have any

tools we can borrow?

- No.

- Well open the door

and let me look.

- Come on, open up, we'll

be your best friends.

- Lisa, let's get out of here.

- Open the fuckin'

door or I will.

Open the fuckin' door!

Open the car bitch!

Goddammit, open the door!

Open the door!

(water flowing)

(Lisa and Kathy chattering)

(water flowing)

(chuckles)

(dramatic music)

(Lisa and Kathy laugh)

- Hey mom!

- [Mother] Lisa.

Oh!

- I'm gonna wear my

sneakers next time.

- Hi sweetheart.

- Ooh.

- Oh darling, it's

so good to see you.

Here you are.

- Mom, this is Kathy.

- Hi, Kathy.

- Hi.

- Welcome darlin'.

- Oh, thank you, thank you.

- I brought this to celebrate.

- Oh, we're going to enjoy this.

- Listen, we just

saw Mr. Fulton.

I guess he's coming

up to go fishing.

- Is he?

- Yeah, tomorrow.

- Oh, good.

I got your room all

fixed up for you.

(laughing)

- Oh, I forgot how the

altitude affects you.

- Oh.

- I've gotta quit smoking.

- Listen, we

expected you earlier.

You didn't have any

problems, did ya?

- No, we didn't

have any problems.

Where's dad?

- Oh he's puttering

around, you know him.

Listen, the water's hot, so uh,

why don't you guys take

a shower if you'd like?

- When's Uncle Rod coming?

- Uncle Rod will hopefully

be here tomorrow.

You know how hard it is

for him to take off work.

- Mom.

How's Patrick?

- Uh.

He has his good

and his bad days.

But now, come on,

let's take our showers

'cause supper's cookin'.

(sighs)

(Lisa chuckles)

- You wanna shower first?

- No, you go ahead.

Save me some water, okay?

- Okay.

I am so tired.

- Take your time.

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

(heavy breathing)

(shower water running)

(door closes)

(heavy breathing)

(floor creaking)

(door knob rattling)

Lisa?

(door bangs)

(yelling)

(screaming)

- Dad.

Come on, stop it.

I'm really sorry about this.

- You didn't like it?

(sighs)

I put on new latex

and everything.

Well aren't you

going to introduce me

to your lovely young friend?

- Well I'm not so sure she

wants to meet you after that.

Kathy, this is my

father, and dad,

this is my girlfriend, Kathy.

- If I said that I

didn't mean to scare you,

I'd be lying.

- Yeah, well, you're good.

(laughs)

- That's great.

I've been making my

living scaring people

for a long time, I'm

not about to stop now.

Um, your mom has a lovely

dinner for you downstairs.

(kisses)

Kathy.

Catch.

(yelps)

That's a dangerous

habit, you know.

- Not as dangerous

as the freeway.

- Uh, right.

But you're buckin' the odds.

- Mr. Kruger.

Lisa was telling me that you

work with all the movie stars.

- Oh, some of them.

Mostly horror films.

I always had a fascination

for making scary faces.

- Oh, we like to think

that while dad is

turning people into monsters,

Uncle Rod is turning monsters

into handsome people.

- Oh.

He's a plastic surgeon.

- Oh, oh.

Well that sounds

really interesting.

Could I see some

more of your work?

- Dad, why don't you

show Kathy the den?

- Well I don't think

she'd be interested.

- Oh yes I would.

- All right then.

But you've gotta

promise to be shocked.

- You do that and Lisa and

I are gonna do the dishes.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, that's gross.

(Orville laughs)

- Too many cigarettes.

Oh, that little guy.

He was a feature creature

in Oriental Nights.

Did you see that movie?

- No, I don't think

I saw that one.

- That was before your time.

How about that one?

- Yeah, it scared

the hell out of me.

You know, he looks so real.

You know sometimes

it's so hard to tell

the difference between

what's real and what's not.

- What is reality,

and what's illusion?

Row row row your boat

gently down the street,

merrily merrily merrily merrily,

life is but a dream.

You think that's possible?

- No, I think I know the

difference between what's real

and what's not.

- Perhaps.

But I wonder.

(dramatic music)

(clattering)

(hits)

(gasps)

(yells)

(dramatic music)

(laughing)

Will you stop giggling,

and keep a straight face?

- I love you.

- To whom it may concern,

I'm not going to

erase this tape.

I'm gonna keep it as proof

how desperately my family

is trying to ruin my career.

(laughing)

And that is what is

jokingly called home movies.

- And that's the closest I'll

ever come to killing you.

(chuckles)

- Well it was different.

Must have been unusual

living with your dad.

- No, it had its moments.

Well, I'm pretty tired,

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Good night sweetheart.

- Yeah, me too.

If there aren't anymore tricks.

- Oh, no.

Only one trick per customer.

Good night gals.

- Good night.

- How about 11 o'clock news?

(insects chirping)

(lightening strikes)

- You know, I really

appreciate you having

me up here, Lisa.

- You really miss

him, don't you?

- Yeah.

- Well.

Uncle Rod is coming tomorrow

and he's really funny.

So he'll help us take

our mind off him.

- Yeah, is he cute?

- I don't know, he's my uncle.

- Well you know

what I mean silly.

- No, I don't know

what you mean.

(chuckles) Of course

I know what you mean.

(wolf howls)

(lightening strikes)

(ominous music)

- Looks like we're in

for another thunderstorm.

Sweetie, I've fed Patrick

and he's doing just fine.

(ominous music)

(insects buzzing)

(lightening strikes)

- Lisa?

- Hm?

- I like your mom and dad.

- Mm.

Yeah, me too.

Good night.

- Good night.

(gasps)

- Oh.

Sometimes dad has more

than one trick a night.

- Oh.

- See?

(Kathy gasps)

It's just a prop.

- Ugh, gross.

(ominous music)

(insects buzzing)

(lightening strikes)

(ominous music)

(thunder rolling)

(ominous music)

(thunder rolling)

(gasps)

(dramatic music)

(gasps)

(yells)

- Bitch.

- Get up, bitch,

we're doing this now.

(Lisa yells)

(dramatic music)

- Come on, come on!

We're havin' a party!

- [Shelly] Yeah!

- Shut up!

Knock if off!

- What do you want here?

- Your money.

(staggered breathing)

- I don't have any money.

Get out of my house!

- Tear his eyes out, Scratch.

- Maybe we got it

all wrong, Scratch.

I think he's kind of cute.

I've been waiting

for Santa Claus

to come down my chimney

like's he's always done.

(woman laughs)

Santa Claus.

I'll give you a ride...

You'll never forget.

(dramatic synth music)

- I feel so sorry for you.

- I dare you to fucks

with us, old man!

Now, I know you got a lot

of money stashed here,

and I want it!

(hits)

(yells)

(dramatic music)

You son of a!

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

- He's mine!

- No!

(hits)

(sobbing)

(hits)

(yelling)

(dramatic synth rock music)

- He's dead.

- No!

No, no!

(heavy breathing)

- Oh, is that your daddy?

He's dead.

(dramatic music)

- And you're next sweetie.

- No!

Don't touch my mother!

You already killed my father,

what do you want from us?

- Well maybe you didn't hear

me right the first time.

So I'm gonna repeat it!

We know you have a

lot of money up here,

and I want it!

- You're crazy.

There is no money.

- You're lyin', lady!

- That's Orville

Kruger, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Then we in the

right place, Jack.

(laughs)

- He was a big man in

the movies, wasn't he?

Well we heard he had

a big secret up here.

- Maybe a stash of cash.

- Maybe a big stash of cash,

maybe some diamonds, some gold,

maybe even some dope.

- Now give us the money, honey!

'Cause I know that

there aint no dope.

(laughing)

- I tell you, there is no money.

- Well sure, lady.

Sure.

Ear Box, Donna, take the good

lady on a tour of the house

and maybe she'll

remember where she hid

the family jewels.

- Come on lady!

(Kathy gasps)

- No!

(hits)

(grunts)

(yelling)

- Don't hurt them!

- Get her out of here!

Now maybe you'll

remember where mommy

and daddy's loot is.

- What do you mean we're

not having any fun?

(laughing)

Oh.

Knock knock?

Hello?

Is anybody home?

(laughing)

(mimicking a monkey)

Can Orville come out and play?

(laughing)

Oh, yeah.

We can dress you up, but

we just can't take you out.

Oh, no.

No.

Hey, man.

Come on, man, give me five.

Give me a five, man.

Give me five, man!

Give me five!

Give me five.

(laughing)

(Lisa yells)

Die, baby!

(laughing)

Come on, baby, five.

Come on!

(laughs)

- Shut up!

- They can stop at

any time you want,

it's all up to you.

- I think you're all scum.

- Oh, it's a scummy world,

and it's better to

be king than pauper.

- What do you wanna do with us?

- Oh sweetheart, you

really don't wanna know.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna show you

a little preview.

(whimpers)

Don't give me that

wild-eyed look.

(lightening strikes)

(yells)

- Lisa, run!

- Get her!

Get her!

Get 'em you son of a bitches,

or it's your asses!

(Kathy yells)

(grumbles)

I don't believe it,

I don't believe it!

One chance and they

fuck it all up!

(heavy breathing)

Look at that.

I have to kill the whole family.

Shelly?

You're the only one I trust.

When this is all over,

and we find the stash,

it'll just be you

and me.

Yeah.

Sounds good.

- Yeah.

- You

and me.

- I'll take care

of the business.

(ominous music)

(groaning)

(Kathy yelling)

(ominous music)

(chair creaks)

(Kathy sobs)

(screaming)

(lightening strikes)

(Kathy screaming)

- Come out, you bitch, so

I can return your kiss.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

There you are.

Got you.

I got ya.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Come on, come on you bitch.

I want you.

(Kathy whimpers)

(Kathy yelling)

- No, please.

Please, no.

No.

- I want a kiss.

Oh yeah.

- [Shelly] This one's mine.

- What the hell are you doin'?

- I said this one's mine.

- Try and stop me.

(Kathy yells)

- What?

- All right, all right.

You can have her.

- Come to me.

It's okay.

That's it.

- Please don't let them hurt me.

- No one's ever

gonna hurt you again.

That's it.

(dramatic music)

(Kathy groans)

(gasps)

(Kathy cries out)

Good night, sweetheart.

That's it.

(dramatic music)

(Lisa breathing heavily)

- She almost got away.

- You know what I think?

I think you'd better talk to me.

- Where's my mother and Kathy?

(heavy breathing)

- You want your mother?

She's with your papa.

And Kathy makes three.

- Shut up.

Now listen you little bitch.

You tell me where your mommy

and daddy hid the money,

because this party is over.

- I told you, there is no cash.

- Well we heard there

was some stuff up here.

Your father didn't work in

Hollywood all those years

and not come up with nothing.

- Yeah.

We heard this was a big secret.

Now what did he do

with the money, huh?

Huh?

- It wasn't for the money.

- Then what was it for?

Now I'm tired of

fuckin' with you!

Now you tell me

or I'll set Shelly loose on you.

(laughs)

- I have nothing to say.

- Oh.

She's not gonna

cooperate with us.

Tear the house apart!

(laughing)

You too!

- Bullshit!

You go!

And I'll watch her.

- Cool it!

- There's no way

you're gonna have her.

There's no way.

- Oh, god!

(Lisa breathing heavily)

- Yeah, you think you can

get away now, huh bitch?

Here, lady, I'm

gonna get you, bitch.

Try it, try it!

Let's see you get

away, come on, bitch.

(Lisa screams)

(glass shatters)

(Lisa screams)

(Lisa grunts)

(Lisa breathing heavily)

Ear Box, get her!

- Ear Box'll take care of her.

(Lisa yells)

(dramatic music)

(Lisa breathing heavily)

- Hey, bitch.

I'm gonna get you.

Got you, bitch.

(yelling)

Here I come, bitch!

I'm getting back at you, bitch!

Here I come!

You're all mine!

Your ass is mine!

Here I come!

(Lisa screams)

(Ear Box laughs)

(lightening strikes)

(ominous music)

(thunder rolling)

(Gibbs yells)

- Come here, bitch.

- What are you doing here?

- You're sexy, you know that?

(grunting)

(kissing)

(moaning)

Come on, baby.

(ominous music)

(yells)

(ominous music)

(Lisa breathing heavily)

(lightening strikes)

(moaning)

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

(heavy breathing)

(lightening strikes)

(heavy breathing)

(thunder rolling)

(dog growling)

(toy squeaking)

(ominous music)

(laughing)

(ominous music)

(lightening strikes)

(moaning)

- [Gibbs] Yeah, baby.

Give it to me.

- Oh, give it to me.

- Yes!

Come on!

Yes!

Yeah, oh, yeah.

Oh.

Give it to me.

Yeah.

Give it to me.

Oh, shit!

(laughing)

- I told ya I didn't

wanna do it here.

(grunts)

But that's the craziest

orgasm we've ever had.

- You're fuckin' sick.

(thunder rolling)

- Jesus.

I think there's a

room behind here.

- Well open it up.

Who knows, it may

be full of jewels.

It's a nursery.

- It's a baby's

nursery. (chuckles)

(yelling)

(grunts)

(Patrick yelling)

(grunts)

(cracking)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(Patrick sobbing)

- No!

No!

(cracks)

(Patrick yelling)

(ominous music)

- Papa.

Papa.

Pa.

Papa.

(sobbing)

Papa.

(yells)

Papa!

(heavy breathing)

- My god, get out of here.

It's a freak!

(punks yelling)

(Patrick yells)

(punks yelling)

(woman screaming)

(cracks)

(heavy breathing)

(ominous music)

(Patrick grunting)

(Patrick yells)

(heavy breathing)

(ominous music)

We've gotta get away

from that thing.

We'd be better off if

we split up, got it?

You, you go that way.

You, come with me.

Go!

(Patrick breathing heavily)

(ominous music)

(breathing heavily)

(ominous music)

(breathing heavily)

- I've had it.

- I wonder where

the others split to.

- I really could care less.

You know, I'm getting tired

of running from this thing.

Let that son of a bitch come.

- Right.

- Where'd you get that?

- Back at the house.

I was gonna use it on the chick

until you unraveled and

fucked everything up.

And now I'm gonna use it on him.

Where are they?

Let's go!

(humming)

- Oh yeah.

(laughing)

Oh yeah.

We're so lucky we

found this mine shaft.

Yeah.

(laughing)

- I think it's stupid to

build a fire with that

maniac around here.

- You've got a choice, you

either face the maniac,

or you freeze your ass off.

(laughing)

- My ass doesn't get cold.

- I don't doubt it, Donna.

That's because you think with

your ass and not your brain.

(laughing)

- Come on, Gibby, I

can keep you warm.

- Fuck off, okay?

You think all you have

to do is shake your ass

and the whole world

comes to a stop.

(laughing)

Get a clue, bitch.

The world is still

rockin' and rollin'.

Yeah.

(laughing)

- You're a real asshole, Gibbs.

- Oh yeah?

You're gonna learn

that your body doesn't

buy you everything.

No, baby.

No.

- Maybe not.

But the next time you try

to make it with a chick,

why don't you try to get it

in before you get it off.

Where you goin'?

- I'm getting as far

away from you as I can.

(laughing)

Yeah.

And when that boogeyman comes,

let's see if you can charm him.

(laughing)

(Patrick grunts)

(Gibbs yells)

(cracking)

(Gibbs yelling)

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, I don't hurt me.

- Hurt?

Papa.

Mama.

Hurt.

- No.

(whimpering)

- San,

Santa Claus?

- Yeah.

Santa Claus?

You're like Santa Claus.

- Santa Cl--

- Santa Claus.

You like Santa Claus?

Good.

(Patrick whimpers)

Santa Claus good.

Good.

Yeah.

Good.

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

(woman whimpers)

- Papa.

Mama.

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(Lisa breathing heavily)

- Come out, come out,

wherever you are.

You know you can't get very far.

(laughing)

(dramatic synth rock music)

(yelps)

(dramatic synth rock music)

- We got two choices.

We could either go

down the mountain,

or retrace our steps

back to the house

and look for the others.

- Doesn't matter to me.

I can go either way.

- You crazy bitch.

You'd love to use that

knife on that monstrosity,

wouldn't you?

- Yeah, and why not?

He's the freak, aint he?

- Yeah, he's a freak.

But what does that make us?

- We are people, real people.

Everyone else is

phony, but we are real.

- Oh shit.

Let's go find the others.

- Shit.

(laughing)

(heavy breathing)

(Lisa breathing heavily)

(grunts)

(screams)

- [Ear Box] I'll

fucking kill you!

(Patrick grunts)

(Ear Box grunts)

(Ear Box yells)

(choking)

(grunting)

(Patrick whimpers)

(Patrick sobs)

(Patrick yells)

(owl hoots)

(upbeat country music)

(owl hooting)

(knocking)

- Orville?

Orville?

Who broke your window?

Oh my god!

(owl hooting)

- [Man On Radio] Pine

Adams to Central.

(police radio chatter)

That one's gonna be

1061 with the mail run.

- So what do you know

about the family?

- I was real good

friends with Orville.

We used to go fishing a lot.

They were a real nice family.

They never had any trouble.

(police radio chatter)

I don't know why

those punkers would do

a thing like this.

- What makes you think you

think the punkers did it?

- They damn sure didn't

do it themselves.

I saw those punkers

in my store yesterday.

They were lookin' for

nothin' but trouble.

- Looks like they found it.

Who's that?

- That's Rod Kruger.

- Looks like he's gonna be

in for a hell of a shock.

- What's going on?

Why?

Why would they wanna kill 'em?

- Did your brother

have any enemies?

- No, none.

- What about your niece?

How'd she get along

with the family?

- They were a close family.

- She's a very nice girl.

- Hm.

Somebody obviously

didn't like 'em.

- You're wrong, sheriff.

There's no reason.

It's a senseless killing.

- You've gotta find whoever's

responsible for this.

- Well they couldn't

have gotten far

in that blizzard last night.

That should be easy.

- Not too easy.

We're gonna have

to form a posse.

You see, Kruger, there's

a good possibility that

your niece is still alive.

- I wanna be part

of this search.

(dogs barking)

(dramatic music)

(dogs whimpering)

(dramatic music)

- That blizzard must've

slowed them down a bit.

- Yeah, but no tracks.

(punkers breathing heavily)

(grunts)

The most natural path

is in this direction.

Past that, it's anyone's guess.

- Chuck?

Why don't you take your

guys off to the right,

I'll take the left.

And uh, remember, no

unnecessary shootin', huh?

You hear that guys?

- Yeah, if I shoot, it

won't be unnecessary

and it won't be off target.

(dogs barking, whimpering)

(dramatic music)

(dog barks)

(dramatic music)

(dogs barking, whimpering)

(dramatic music)

- All right,

everybody spread out.

- Hey.

If, if those punks

don't know this area,

they can get lost pretty easily.

- Let me tell you

something, Kruger.

When someone's running

for their life,

they get animal instincts,

sometimes better than an animal.

Come on.

(ominous music)

(dog barking)

- Did you see anything?

- No.

All right, let's keep moving.

(dramatic synth rock music)

- This one's still alive.

(dramatic synth rock music)

(Patrick yells)

- No!

(grunting)

(gunshot)

(Patrick yells)

(gunshot)

(Patrick yells)

(gunshot)

(dramatic synth rock music)

- Stay there.

(Patrick yells)

(gunshot)

- Oh, papa!

- That shot came

from over there.

Come on, let's go.

(dramatic synth rock music)

(dog growls)

- You two stay here, come on.

(dramatic synth rock music)

(dogs barking)

(dramatic synth rock music)

(dogs barking)

(Patrick grunts)

(yelling)

- No!

(yelling)

- Don't shoot him!

(choking)

(heavy breathing)

- Papa.

- Shoot him, shoot him!

- Don't!

(gunshot)

No!

- There's our killer.

(dog whimpers)

What the hell happened here?

- We had some trouble with

our car on the highway,

and we went to that

house for some help.

That's what happened.

- Yeah.

Yeah, then Frankenstein

here just bust in

and killed everybody.

(sobbing)

- He's a maniac!

He came after all of us.

Some of us tried to get away,

and some of us didn't make it.

(machines beeping)

- [Woman On Intercom]

Dr. Firestone, east wing.

Mrs. Smith, extension 400.

- She's resting quietly.

We shouldn't disturb her.

(machines beeping)

- What's the prognosis?

- She's developed a blood clot.

She can't be moved.

Tomorrow morning, we're bringing

in a specialist to operate.

- What's her chances?

- 50/50.

- [Woman On Intercom] The

owner of a light blue Chevy,

license number LXC458,

please call the operator.

- Oh nurse, take

him to that room.

- All right, let's take

it all the way from

the beginning once more.

Why were you at Kruger's house?

- It's like I told ya,

we went into that cabin

to get water for our car.

We had a leaky radiator.

- Oh no you didn't, you

went there to rob and kill.

That's exactly what you did.

- You're dead wrong, man.

We just went there for water.

- I think you're a fucking liar!

- Hold it, Bill.

Don't hurt him.

Come on.

- Sure.

- Now, look son.

Maybe somebody said or

did something to uh,

provoke you there, huh?

- Yeah, a monster attacked us.

- Why do you think

he attacked you?

- 'Cause he's crazy.

It don't take a genius

to figure that out.

- And you people didn't do

anything to provoke him?

- No, man, we're in

the place, he comes out

of nowhere and starts

killing people.

- Bullshit!

Bullshit, man.

You people saw a chance

to get a nice, good mark,

and you end up

killing everybody.

- Screw you man, I

want out of here.

- Get the fuck down!

- That's it, man!

I want a lawyer now.

- And you know when you're

gonna get an attorney?

When I wanna give

you an attorney.

You understand that?

Why were you at the house?

Huh?

Answer me!

- Easy, Bill.

- Answer me!

- Easy.

Take it easy on him, come on.

Now, son.

(Bill chuckles)

You can trust me.

Now maybe somebody did

attack you up there, hm?

Maybe you just had

to defend yourself.

- Now why don't you guys take

this good guy, bad guy act

and go on the fuckin'

road with it, huh?

- Sorry, Blane, you lose.

My turn.

(humming)

Better start talking

soon, you know that?

- Not without my attorney.

- Oh yeah.

All right, let me

get this straight.

You say you went to the

house to get water to fix

a leaky radiator, right?

But the only leaky radiator I

see is your story. (chuckles)

You're not too good

on VWs are you?

Hm?

Let me ask you a

question, sunshine.

How do you put water in

an air cooled engine?

- I didn't say that, man.

- What did you say?

- You're trying to confuse.

You're putting words

in my mouth, man.

I didn't say that.

- You know if it was up

to me, you little bastard,

you know what I'd do?

I'd blow your head off.

- Come on Bill.

We have him.

His girlfriend's already talked.

- Oh, don't play this cop

bullshit with me, man.

She didn't tell you

anything 'cause there

aint nothing to tell.

- Blane, get this asshole

out of here before I--

Get him the fuck out of here!

Piece of garbage.

- Take this thing

back to his cell.

And bring up the girl.

- He's lyin'.

- Sure he is.

But we don't have

anything to hold him on.

Look, the judge is gonna

look at it from both angles,

and their angle is

as good as ours.

- Judge wasn't there.

You know that, I know

that, Kruger knows it, too.

- The judge and jury wasn't

there, and that's what counts.

- Playing the only tangible

thing we got is the girl.

I mean, if she

survives this surgery,

she's the only

eyewitness we got.

- We better get

something on 'em quick,

or we might have

to cut 'em loose.

- You play the

bad guy next time.

You're much better

at it than me.

- What are you guys

gonna do with me?

- Thanks, Gene.

Just relax, Shelly.

There's no reason to be nervous.

Now, you can make things very

easy on yourself, Shelly.

Grotesque (1988) - full transcript