Jengo Hooper (2013) - full transcript

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Beelzebub is coming.

He is coming to fuck you up.

This is a film made by Jengo Hooper and his
cult.

It’s a film filmed on Super 8mm Film.

It’s the story of our Lord,
our God, Jengo Hooper.

We will now delve into
the mind of our Lord.



This is his story.

Jengo Hooper for all the things you mean to
me, I thank you.

You’re in my heart, my life and my spirit.

Jengo Hooper, Lord, the leader of the Cult of
Sins, you give me reason to live, you give

my life meaning and every day is a treasure
in which you encourage me to grow, you nudge

me to enjoy every minute and the signs you
give me, to treasure, it drains your sins.

You guide me and your presence reassures me
I’m not alone, you’re there.

The energy you give when I’m weak, the strength
you and I must walk the difficult path you

would know that you’re on my side, you’re
everything I would ever need.

You are my great cult leader, you are both, you’re
everything, my teacher who guides in the Hall

of Mountains, my protector when I’m in
danger, my creator who made me who I am.

But above all, Jengo, you are
my salvation for all eternity.

Thank you with all my heart, thank
you from the depths of my spirit.

Call on me dead woman.



Call on me dead woman your life is needed.

Call on me dead woman. Call on me
dead woman your life is needed.

Call on me dead woman.

Call on me dead woman, your life is needed.

Broadmoor Prison, present day.

My name is Jake Weaver.

I have lived inside this padded
cell for four months now.

Seems longer.

But I can’t complain really, I’m still alive,
still breathing, still kicking around.

There’s not much to do in here really, it’s
just me and this room.

I was sent here, to this cell, four months
ago.

I was diagnosed with a mental disorder, I was
sent here after I tried to commit suicide.

I tried to commit suicide to stop the
voices in my head, the nightmares.

I wasn’t always a fucking nutcase, I was
normal once.

It all started out when I found this weird,
spooky, demonic board.

And showed photographs of me with demonic
pausing.

Now I was a bit silly and decided to play
with the board, little did I know that

board would open up the gates of hell.

Beelzebub is coming.

He's coming to fuck you up.

Ezekiel twenty five seventeen.

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the
inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.

Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.

And I would see orbs and
doors open and closing

on their own and weird demonic
beings walking along the hallways.

And he will streak down with great vengeance
and furious end to those who attempt to and

poison and destroy his brothers.

Hell opened up, haunted my home and my mind
for quite some time.

It was a demonic force that seemed to call
itself Jengo.

He began to take over my mind.

It was a sort of demonic possession.

A few months later I had a solution.

Jengo’s a bastard.

He’s a fucking bastard.

And I had to live with him in my
fucking head every fucking day.

So I’d come up with a solution to get rid
of him, something medical.

Pills.

I've become.

Better.

So I now have to consume all of these, all of
these, all of these lovely, lovely, lovely

Pills.

You know what, I don’t even think my
fucking girlfriend exists anymore.

But we’ll find out.

She’ll find me gone on the fucking sofa.

Too many.

Too many.

Too many.

And this is how I got sectioned in
Broadmoor under the mental health act.

And that’s how they started my treatment.

My name is Doctor McKinley. You have been
diagnosed with bipolar disorder, a case of

schizophrenia.

You will be undergoing treatment, here in
Broadmoor, under my supervision.

Your stay here is indefinite.

So they wheeled me down this corridor and
get me some help.

They basically said I have schizophrenia,
that all the chemicals in my fucking brain

were all mixed up and all over the place. And some
therapeutically shock place electric shock therapy.

Something that isn’t there, but it could
be so real.

I had a sleepless night that first night.

Jengo Hooper.

Anyway.

This Jengo killed my girlfriend and they
think it was me, that’s why I’m in here.

But things started out one night.

It was a weird night. With a
brilliant bright moon up in the sky.

Run by my bed and I got into bed
and I took some sleeping pills and

I had a crazy nightmare,
a very crazy nightmare.

And I saw Jengo standing there and he told
me I'd killed my girlfriend. And he told me

I'd cut a some guys face
off and used it as a mask.

Some kind of identity.

And this is, like, the exact dream that I
had.

You, Jake, really did kill your girlfriend.

No I didn’t.

She tried to help you, because you were sick,
but you didn’t like her help so you killed her.

This is your girlfriend Jake.

Jakey, Jakey, oh Jakey.

You better wake up.

You better wake up.

Because this has become a reality.

Ah, Fuck, Shit!

These fucking dreams are fucking...

Oh fuck, these fucking are fucking killing
me.

I guess one of the main influences of my actions,
aside from my mental illness, is the fact

I always have this dream that sticks out in
my mind, which is vivid and it always

re, reoccurs . I dream that this woman
dressed in black comes to my home.

Hello.

How long have you been here?

A couple of hours.

Cool.

So where are you going then?

Just upstairs to see my friends.

Okay.

Are you bored?

Pretty much.

And uses some chemical to knock out a
policeman and she fucking butchers him.

This dream is a nightmare. There
is one bit that sticks in my head.

It gets my blood going.

It makes me want to reach out, and
just reach out and get to her.

So I try to get as close as I can.

By doing the things I do.

At least this woman is better to look at than
the evil voice, the evil man in my head called

Jengo.

That reoccurring dream fuelled my desire to
go out and butcher people and consume them

in my kitchen.

And I also filmed them
as I fucking done it.

You Fucker.

I would saw their hands and legs off and put
them in the oven, like you would a leg of lamb.

I had a thing for eyeballs too.

I’d carefully remove them and put them in a
pot to boil or I would pickle them in a jar.

Removing the human brain is a delicate process
and it can take time, especially if you want

to remove it in one piece for consumption.

Murdered and tortured so many victims, I fed
so many model citizens, all to the human

cannibal.

What the hell is that?
I hang the body parts up in the bathroom to

dry for later use.

I had many uses for various body parts.

I had to feel the evil cow on me. I had to get
inside I had to feel the evil chemical on my body.

So I decided to get in closer I
decided to fuck it and fuck it hard.

I needed to feel it, to be at one with it,
eat it, it wasn’t enough I needed more.

Do you know I'm so fucking crazy and looped up in my
fucking mind that I filmed every little part of it.

And when I finished I would save up all the blood
from my victims in bags and I would bath myself

in these bags of blood.

It brings a whole new meaning to
the word bloodbath.

Seeing, seeing as I’m such a fucking monster I guess
I had to, kind of, find a way to tell my girlfriend.

So I thought of a way to do it without
causing too much drama, you see.

Hello Callie.

I knew what I had to do, I had a plan.

I just could not be the evil thing that I was,
I could not live with this horrible disease

in my mind, this mental illness, this psychotic
thing that was living inside my mind, trying

to take over, trying to make me this
horrible, nasty thing called Jengo Hooper.

I planned to just burn myself alive, burn
my soul, burn the evidence, burn everything

away and save everybody else in the future
from the wrath of Jengo.

I gathered my thoughts by the river, I needed
to psych myself up, I guess, find that last

bit of strength.

I knew that my loved ones would miss me.

But would they miss me when they knew the
terrible things that I had done, the terrible

things I’m capable of.

If they knew what was
inside my fucking head.

The normal part of me was running away.

I had this idea, this vision to just, just,
just make everything go up in a blaze of smoke,

a big explosion, the evidence gone.

Bang!

So I got home, got the gear on for one last
time, the mask, I wanted to burn the mask

and myself at the same time.

But.

I heard helicopters outside.

Fuck, they were fucking on to me.

Shit!

I didn’t want to be Jengo at this time,
I didn’t want to be Jengo Hooper no more,

I just wanted to be Jake Weaver.

But now I’ve got the fucking police outside,
fucking helicopters, there’s fucking sirens,

there’s fucking police
cars and police vans.

Fuck, what do I do.

Shit.

I thought to myself that I’ve got to get this
done straightaway; I’ve got to do it quick.

I’ve got to do it now.

Fuck.

Mr Weaver, it’s the police, we want to talk
you about.

I had visitors.

Mr Weaver, we need to talk about the
missing people in Woking Essex.

Could you just please let us in or we’ll
have to force ourselves.

I didn’t know what the fuck to do.

I fought the anger inside.

The police entered.

I don’t know what the
fuck they were expecting.

But my anger is burning inside and Jengo is
coming to life.

They fucked with the wrong man.

I have to concur.

I felt as though my body was actually falling apart. And
my arms and legs and my chest would just fall open.

I can see the monsters in the room.
I can see them.

Visit our snack bar, and treat yourself
to some delicious Castlebury’s

pit-cooked barbeque sandwiches, cooked the
Castlebury way, slowly over open pits of glowing

charcoal, then seasoned with a sauce that’s
zesty yet delightfully mild to please the

entire family.

Speculation suggests that this is the work of
a local man who the police believe to go by

the name of Jengo.

He is the main suspect in the recent events
of the missing persons in Essex.

Err Jengo is believed to have refused to co-operate
with investigators earlier on today and has

been on the run since.

As police continue to search for answers fears grow
for the safety of people in the local community.

BBC news correspondent, Atjar Saheed is standing
by, now Atjar what is the situation there now?

Err Cassia, yes, just to recap from earlier,
despite their best efforts police have been unable

to apprehend the suspect Jengo terrorising the local
residents and attacked officers at the scene.

Err using, what police believe to be, a home-made
grenade. Investigators are desperate to find

this man as he’s an extremely violent individual
and police are saying six missing people in Essex.

You know, it’s just hard to believe that
just one man can hold this.

We've just had reports in that
there’s been an explosion.

I ran from the police, I had
no idea what they would do.

But then it all became clear. There
was a man walking down the alleyway.

I followed him. He was about the same height
and build as me. So that would be perfect.

I followed him going into the pub;
I wandered in and watched him.

What the fuck are you doing?

Where the fuck are you?

What the fuck happened to your face?

After I that I put myself together and went
back and followed that guy again.

Soon he left for home, so I followed him home where I
decided to break in at night, late at night and use

the shock value to the rip the fucking skin
off his face.

I hacked him up.

And slowly cut his head off.

I completely stole his identity.

I was cutting off the fucking face, he just
plain and fucking took off, and I was in the

fucking air. Heathrow air.

I went to California where I planned to cross
the Californian border and hide somewhere

in Mexico.

I had a long journey ahead of me and an eleven
hour flight; I couldn’t wait to get there.

I couldn’t wait to get my freedom to start
and escape this shit, the scum and the bad

things I’d done.

I could not believe it. My
plan worked and I'd made it.

I was in California. And was
set for a marvellous time.

In California it was not long before I met

my next two victims, Wanda and Shelly.

Party girl. Two heavy cocaine addicts.

Typical party girls.

I love this song.

You see I followed them for a while.

I love coke.

I could just not fucking
resist this temptation,

this opportunity right before
me on that hot dessert.

Fucking bitch, what the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is this psychopath?

Fucking, fucking ass bitch.

Act like I don't...

You want something from me you fucking bitch. Here
don't say I didn't give you any thing god dammit.

Here take a fucking coke hit.
Fucking bitch.

What the fuck is this psycho dude.
What the fuck do you want?

God damn it, oh my god, oh my god
where the fuck does this come from?

You see when you have fun time passes fast.

Day quickly turned into night and I
decided to enjoy my stay here with my

two new friends.

I'm hungry.

I am hungry.

I cut the one woman open so her guts fell
out, I just could not resist taking a bite.

I got bored, so I pulled her away and threw her
fucking face into the scorching hot engine

while I fucked her physically and mentally.

Her face melted in the heat.

No.

No.

Now it was on to the next one.

She said she was pregnant.

Oh pregnant.

I found a great use for the hammer.

I decided after all of this that I should
leave and be on my merry little way.

But also basically clean
my self up a little.

Meanwhile in London, my girlfriend Callie

was wondering where the fuck I was, I mean,
she didn’t know I was the other of the world

causing mayhem and madness.

Jakey, please come back; please let me know
you’re alive.

She waited, she waited and waited.

And waited.

Jakey I miss you.

Please come back.

Come on, want to go to my place. Yes?

While I was in the Mojave Dessert I decided I
needed a new drug, a new high, and a new weapon.

And I began to trip.

I found an old motel run by Mexicans
a near the dessert

and that’s where I stayed for the night.

But my demons came with me and haunted me,
banging, doors opening and closing.

Memories of what I’d done flooding back.

I went to bed.

That’s when the nightmares
started, this dark nightmare that I would

commit suicide with a gun.

But I know exactly what caused
this; the demon is inside my head.

I, I don’t know, my intellect tells me
to reject that, but you never know.

You see sometimes they place
me in the white room.

This is called the white room, it’s supposed
to be relaxing and a chilled out place.

And this is a good opportunity to tell you a little
story, a fairytale, but it’s true, you see I like

to wear masks, one like this, masks I’ve made
myself, these are special ones, masks made

from the skin of my victims.

The are actually face of my victims; I cut
it off and sewed it together. There mad.

But they don’t allow them in here, oh no,
but they do allow me, when I’ve been good

for a week, they allow me, for good behaviour,
to wear a special mask for one hour a day, they

allow in this room in my padded cell and it’s a special
mask, it’s a mask made from a nice new identity

for the demon inside my head called Jengo.

Anyway let me get back to the story.

I found myself in Santa Monica.

And look what I found, a new victim.

Hey girl where are you at?

I’m standing right over here.

Oh I see you.

I followed both of them into the apartment.

Here you go baby cheers.

I'm so excited to be here. Say no.

What the hell are we going to do now?

Let’s go to a strip club.

No, I’ve never been to one.

One!

I know but...

You know I'm going to need eight hundred of these. It's
alright drink a bit. You've got all the time you need.

I'm doing this because I love you. Your not taking
my virginity there. But they better be hot!

I need a boyfriend. But ok lets go get boy.
I need to take some pictures.

You want to take some pictures. Oh you have got
to see the cloths I'm wearing. Alright beautiful.

It’s only five blocks away man.

Cool.

Right there. Alright lets go get freshened up. You'll love
it. Lets get every thing together and head on down there.

Ok.

Ok well let’s drink this beer, get your
stuff together, you take your pictures...

So I followed them to the beach and decided
to make use of the venom in the syringe.

She went on a trip.

It’s Beelzebub, when he lays his vengeance
upon you who can stand his fierce anger, look

Who can survive the burning gift.
His rage blazes forth like fire.

And the mountains and dodgy ghettos
crumble to dust in his presence.

And troubled ones.

Beelzebub will fuck you up.

He has wiped out many dodgy
hustlers just like you.

He will promise those who participate
in pagan worship. Get out of here.

We've got to get out of here.
We've got to get out of here!

What happened? We've got
to get out of here.

I don’t see anything.

Beelzebub is coming, he's
coming to fuck you up.

So the attack was on.

After all the gruesome sick things I had
done I found myself back at the cabin that

I was hiding out at.

Its here that I found myself
in deep thought, deep regret.

I drank to ease what I felt.

I was so cold inside.

The memories of loved ones
rushed to my mind’s eye.

What have I become my sweetest friend. What have I
done. Just everyone I know just goes away in the end.

I decided to rid myself of this monster, to
keep it away from me.

I left the cabin and I drove, I drove for miles
and miles and miles across the desserts.

Across America. I just kept on driving.

Little did I know I’d have to use that dreaded
mask again, I had to get back to the UK.

I had to get back.

Well now, someone was in London direct from
Mexico to hunt me down, me, Jengo.

It was Abersio.

Hey what’s up?

Yes dear I’m in London, I got here okay.

I’m going to look for
Jingo and get my revenge.

Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

Adios.

Cut his tongue out for me.

You see that woman I killed in the dessert,
Shelley, was Abersio’s girlfriend and he

And he wanted me dead.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Take me to Jengo.

Take me to Jengo, now, come on.

So the bastard had found me and the battle
was on.

I jumped on the car and caused it to go out of
control. And slam crash and bang into a bollard.

I pulled the Callie’s body out and this Abersio,
but it was too late they were both dead.

I decided to take part of Callie home with
me, her face and skull so I could wear it

and remember her by.

I can’t believe I fucking killed her.

Meanwhile all the way in Mexico Leila was
sitting with Joy and few shots of cocaine

and a glass of wine.

She was having a wonderful marvellous time
and then, well, the news was about to break

about her poor little brother Abersio dying
in a car accident, caused by me, Jengo.

Yes.

What?

What?

Fuck no.

Fuck no.

Abersio No.

My brother, my blood.

God he's dead.

Leila went a little
berserk and soon plotted

and planned her revenge.

As a bit cult building out there, a cult

that Jengo built, a whole army of followers, a
cult who fucking worshipped me as their god.

They would hold rituals in my name.

Now this cult had their own church, called the
House of the Rising Sun, and they worshipped

there every week and played back video
tapes of the gruesome acts I did.

The cult was led by a man who calls himself
John, John the Disciple, and he believes he

is the new prophet.

This cult knew that a demon had possessed my
mind; they believed I was the second coming

of Satan.

Jengo Hooper.

Jengo Hooper.
Jengo Hooper.

Jengo Hooper, for all the things you mean
to me I thank you.

For the joy in my heart, the life
in my spirit I give you thanks.

Jengo Hooper, Lord, the leader of the Cult of
Sins, you give me reason to live, you give

my life meaning and every day is a treasure
in which you encourage me to grow, you nudge

me to enjoy every minute and the signs you
give me to treasure.

You dreams you send they guide me and your
presence reassures me I’m not alone for that

there are no words.

The energy you give...

Now John rewrote the Bible in my name, with
me as their god.

He sat for months just
rewriting everything.

He decided that that alone was enough, so he
made a special sacrifice which changed his

appearance and he used a special
voice box to talk through.

Strength by being there in the end.
I must walk the difficult walk.

In the end you can consume me the
unthinkable. When I was safe I take comfort.

People hurt you let me know you’re on my
side your everything I will ever need.

You’re my great cult leader for everything. My
teacher to guide me in all knowledge my protector.

When I am in danger and awake. Thank you.

Above all Jengo you’re my safety, thank you Lord,
thank you from the depths of my spirit, thank you

for all that I am.

You see John entices new
members into the cult by

hypnotising their minds.

They think it’s just to butcher people and they
robbed the graves of the dead as a sacrifice

to their god, Jengo Hooper. Me.