Mimesis: A Symphony of Horror (2017) - full transcript
[ominous music]
- [Sinister Voice] Nosferatu.
- Nosferatu.
- Nosferatu.
[film reel clicking]
[film reel clicking]
[suspenseful music]
[distorted muttering]
[thunder cracking]
- Max, I don't know.
I haven't even seen
him since this morning.
Because he locks himself
in the room all day
and he just watches
that movie over and over
and over and over.
Because, Mother, my own son
scares the shit out of me.
I'm just waiting
for Don to get here,
and then we're both gonna
talk to him, and then...
[giggling]
I gotta go.
[ominous music]
[film reel clicking]
Max, it's Mom, can I come in?
Your father and I are really
worried about you, honey.
You can't...
You can't keep yourself locked
up in here for hours on end,
watching the same movie
over and over and over.
We've talked to the doctor,
and he'd really like to
see you again, honey.
And I thought maybe we could
all go together, you know?
Oh my god.
[ominous music]
[gasps] Maxwell.
What have you done?
Oh, okay, I'm not gonna tolerate
this behavior any longer.
[suspenseful music]
[screaming]
God damn it!
[film reel clicking]
[snarling] [screams]
Oh no, Max, no!
Please!
[sirens wailing]
- You're not alone in this.
Death twitches in
everyone's ear.
There are no exceptions.
[static humming]
What's important is
how you fill the space
between now and then.
That space is yours
to define, to direct.
Are you ready? - Yes.
- Remember what Orson
Welles once said.
"Then enemy of art is the
absence of limitations."
- [Michael] Thank you, teacher.
[static buzzing]
- I'm not a teacher.
I'm an awakener.
[suspenseful music]
[bell rings]
[students chattering]
[foreboding music]
[sinister whispering]
- Of course I'm angry, Matthew.
They're mounting a
revival of my show
with members of my
cast without me.
- Frederick,
it wasn't your show. [knocking]
You were only the director.
- [Frederick] I made it famous.
- Well, certainly infamous.
Look, I'm sorry I
couldn't help you more.
I have to go now.
- Okay, Matthew, I look
forward to seeing you
at "Dracula" 's opening night.
[sighs]
Can I help you?
- You said to come by.
- Oh, that's right.
Tanya, come in.
- It's Tara.
- You are correct.
Have a seat.
I'm afraid you'll
have to remind me
why we're meeting
today, my dear.
- Well, we were gonna talk
about my audition for "Dracula".
- Well, didn't I make you Lucy
and understudy to the lead?
- Yes, but not as Mina.
- Well, it's hard to compete
with Amy Petersen's passion,
now isn't it?
- Or her family's bank account.
- Tanya.
Tara.
You're a good actress,
and the role of Lucy
is not, as they
say, chopped liver.
- But Professor
Kinski, I'm a junior,
and I haven't been given
a leading role yet.
Being an understudy
isn't exactly what I...
- Do you know what Bernadette
Peters and Shirley McClain
and Anthony Hopkins
have in common?
- That I don't know
who any of them are?
- Once upon a time, they
were all understudies.
The role does not define
the actor's greatness.
- Okay, so then if
I were to ask you
for a letter of recommendation...
[laughing]
- Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.
[sighs]
Show me a Lucy, and
then we'll talk.
[energetic rock music]
[bell rings]
- But seriously, I'm
really tired of having
to fight for the
scraps, you know?
Bullshit.
- Here we go again.
- Fuck you, Ed.
- Only if you're into
that really dirty shit.
- You're such a freak.
- Hey, does anyone know
who the new guy is?
- [Ed] Amy Petersen's
next drunken mistake.
- [Quincy] What's
up, scholar shitters?
Hey Jake, check
this shit out, man.
- [Jake] It's kinda fucked up.
- Glick, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
- Quincy, give it back.
- Or what?
- Or I'll kick your balls
through the roof of your mouth.
- Yeah, Quincy told
me you know all about
handling a guy's balls.
You bitch!
[grunting]
- You weren't gonna
hit a girl, were you?
So Jake, are you a bully
'cause you have mommy issues
or daddy issues?
- Hey, you guys,
take it outside.
- Thanks for the advice, bro.
So glad I got to meet you.
- You and me, we're not done.
Come on, Quincy, let's go.
- I never said anything
to Jake about...
You better watch
your back, Glick.
- Dude, these are awesome.
What are these?
- Ed's actually in
charge of the set
for our "Dracula" production.
He's also playing Renfield.
I'm doing the score, and
Tara here is playing Lucy.
- It's a small part, I die.
- You should be the lead.
We should mess
with Amy's brakes.
- I like the way you think.
- Yeah, maybe you could
come by rehearsal sometime?
The crew always needs help.
- Yeah, cool.
Maybe I will.
Here, man.
- [Tara] Let's go.
- See you.
- See you guys.
[foreboding music]
- The fuck is this?
I don't see a shipping
invoice anywhere, so.
How did this get in our
garage in the first place?
Mom, what are you doing?
- [Mother] Maybe there's
something good in here.
- Okay, but if it isn't ours,
then I don't think that you...
- Oh, don't be
such a killjoy.
Ready?
[foreboding music]
[clattering]
If this is your idea of a
practical joke, young lady,
it's not funny.
- Mom, I had nothing
to do with this.
You don't think that...
- No, no.
No, don't be ridiculous.
That was a lifetime ago.
Gonna go get a
drink, take a shower.
[door closes]
[ominous music]
[water pattering]
[suspenseful music]
[harrowing music]
[growling]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[gasps]
[phone ringing]
[tense music]
- [Duane] You've reached
the voicemail of Duane.
I'm not in right now,
listen for the beep.
Do your thing.
[beeping]
- Hi, Duane.
It's Kyra.
How are you?
So listen, I know
it's been a while,
but you said that if
I ever needed help
or if anything
weird ever came up
that I could give you a call,
and well, something
weird's come up.
And it's probably nothing.
I don't know.
[foreboding music]
Mom?
Shit.
Okay, Duane, I gotta go.
Mom?
Mom!
[door squeaking]
Oh my god, no!
[screaming]
[thunder rumbling]
- I know that you must fight.
That you must destroy.
Even as you destroyed
the false Lucy,
so that the true Lucy
might live hereafter.
But it is not a work of hate.
That poor soul whom has
wrought all this misery.
He is the saddest case of all.
[foreboding music]
Hello?
Ed?
Hey, if I'm not supposed to
be in here, I can just go.
[suspenseful music]
God, Jesus, fuck.
[gasps] - Whoa!
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Why are you still here?
- I was looking for
the parking lot,
I went out the wrong exit.
Sure you're okay, you
seem pretty freaked out.
- Yeah, I just, I thought...
I don't know, I just think I
spooked myself, that's all.
[chuckles]
- Are you fucking kidding me?
You're with this guy.
This asshole.
- Fuck off, Quincy.
- That didn't take
you very long, Tara.
You're a slut!
- Yo, why don't you
just move on, man?
- Is that what you
think I should do, man?
- Cut the shit, Quincy.
- [Michael] What the fuck?
[tense music]
- [Quincy] You're a pussy!
[grunts]
[whimpering]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh shit, man, that
looks really bad.
I think it's broken.
Here, let me fix it for you.
[cracking] [shouting in pain]
Oh, you know what?
I did it the wrong way, here.
[cracking] [shouting in pain]
Good as new.
[dramatic orchestral music]
Do you want a ride home?
[dramatic music]
- Okay, okay.
I see everyone has the
new scripts, wonderful.
Now, I know we were all excited
to perform "Dracula",
but I had an epiphany.
Bram Stoker was interested in
confronting what frightens us.
Coming face to face
with the ugliness
that hides inside us all.
Sadly, today's vampire
has been neutered.
Dracula has become a sparkly
romance novel reject.
This is not what
Stoker had intended.
He created a monster
to inspire terror
and revulsion.
F. W. Murnau, though he
was sued for his insights,
understood this.
Which is why I have
adapted his "Nosferatu"
for the stage.
Does anyone know where the
word Nosferatu comes from?
- The Greeks.
- That is correct, Mr.?
- Morbius.
- Morbius.
Yes, Mr. Dandrich?
- Yeah, my role is
half of what it was.
The script describes
Nosferatu as a rat-like being
with a bulbous head
and long fingers.
Is that the costume
we're going with?
- Indeed, we have ordered
a spectacularly hideous...
- You told me that Dracula was
gonna be sexy and sinister.
The type of role that any
actor would kill to play.
- Jerry, I understand your...
- This is bullshit, I quit!
Administration will be hearing
from my parents, Kinski.
- Well.
Mr. Dandrich certainly
knows how to make an exit.
- Professor Kinski, I
actually love the changes.
Mina is so heroic.
I mean, she sacrifices
herself to destroy Nosferatu.
Was Murnau a feminist?
- I don't know that
I'd go that far, Amy.
- So who's going
to play Nosferatu?
- Hm.
Mr. Morbius.
Are you a watcher
or are you a doer?
- I'm just here to
help out with the crew.
- That's not what I asked.
- I guess I'm more of a doer.
- I want you to look at page 57.
Take a look at
Orlok's monologue.
- Got it.
- Need a few moments?
- [Michael] No, I'm good.
- [Frederick]
Whenever you're ready.
- Time is an abyss.
[eerie music]
Centuries come and go.
And death.
There are things more
horrible than death.
Can you imagine enduring
unending centuries,
experiencing the same
futilities each and every day?
[applauding]
- The part is yours,
young man, if you want it.
- Michael, I'm so happy for you.
[thunder cracking]
[ominous music]
- Are you ready to be borne
into the heart of darkness?
[moaning]
[moaning]
[groaning]
[groaning]
[coughing]
Savor.
'Cause you are my
children of the night.
- Hey.
- Come on, man, I just wanted
to finish up and go home.
- I'm not gonna
hurt you, I promise.
I just wanted to say
sorry about the other day.
- Whatever, you were an
asshole and now you feel bad.
You're forgiven.
- I just, I, do you like me?
- No.
- Why not?
- 'Cause you're a fucking
entitled asshole, and a bully.
That's not what I meant.
What I meant was...
- Shut the fuck up.
[foreboding music]
- [Quincy] Hey yo, Jake!
What's going on?
- [Jake] This faggot tried
to make a pass at me!
- [Quincy] Ah, no shit?
- [Jake] The fuck
happened to you?
- Nothing, man, this asshole's
boyfriend blindsided me.
[suspenseful music]
- Jake, Jake.
Jake, I promise I
won't say anything.
[coughing]
You're a fucking coward, Jake.
- What are you doing?
- Hold on, I got an idea.
Record this.
And get in tight so
no one can see us.
All right, Glick, you
got a decision to make.
With a banana or my foot?
- What?
- The banana or my foot?
Pick. - Banana, banana.
- You getting this, Jake?
Suck it.
I said suck it before I
kick the shit out of you!
[coughing]
- All right, Quincy,
that's enough.
Enough!
[gasping]
[grunting]
- Come on, let's go.
Let's get out of here.
[foreboding music]
[distorted laughter]
- Hey, Ed.
[chatting]
[phone chimes]
[coughing]
[gasping]
- Ms. Brewster,
why are you here?
- Well it looks like
you already know.
- Edward's bicycle
accident, yes,
but that's hardly an excuse...
- It wasn't a bicycle accident,
haven't you seen the video?
- What video?
- Ed, tell her what
happened last night.
It was Jake and
Quincy, wasn't it?
- I don't know what
you're talking about,
I got in a bike accident.
- You already knew.
But since the Cullens
are major donors...
- Edward, is there anything
you haven't told me?
- I crashed my
bike, end of story.
- But there's the video.
- Can you show me this video?
- No, I can't, the app
deletes it after you watch it.
- Ms. Brewster, you
were in a relationship
with Quincy Starker,
weren't you?
And that's Jake
Cullen's best friend?
- Yeah, for like two weeks.
What does that have
to do with this?
- Ms. Brewster, I think you
need to find another way
to get back at your ex.
Or do I need to remind you
of your status in our school?
[tense music]
- God, I cannot believe
you're gonna let them
get away with this.
I mean, what is
wrong with you, Ed?
- Can you afford tuition here?
I can't, so drop it.
And who said I was gonna
let them get away with it?
[somber music]
[sighs]
[ominous music]
[dryer humming]
- What do you think?
- Looking good.
- It's a work in progress.
[PA chattering]
- Oh, something's wrong.
Something's wrong!
Donna, it's burning,
something's wrong!
Please, help me get them out!
- I'm trying!
- Help me get them out,
Donna, please, it's burning!
Help me get them out!
[clamoring]
- My finger's stuck!
- [Amy] Help me,
someone help me!
- Someone get Francine.
- It's stuck to my finger!
- Get it off!
Someone help me,
please, someone help me!
It hurts, someone help me!
[screaming]
[sinister whispering]
[ominous music]
- If anyone doesn't
have a ride home,
the stage manager will
arrange something for you.
We'll update you on
Amy's condition tomorrow.
Ms. Brewster, a word.
[sirens wailing]
I'm sure you know what Ms.
Petersen's injuries mean.
Amy won't be returning.
Her understudy must step in.
- You want me to play Mina?
- You are her
understudy, are you not?
- I mean, yes, but I don't...
- Tara.
This is an opportunity
for you to show me
how committed you are
to playing a lead role.
I assume you still want that
letter of recommendation?
- I'll do my best.
[eerie music]
[humming]
♪ Ready or not ♪
♪ Here I come ♪
♪ I'm gonna find you ♪
♪ And kill you psychos ♪
[chuckling]
There you are.
All right.
[suspenseful music]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Kinski said you'd be up here.
- [Michael] Yeah.
Come here, check this out.
- Wow.
You must really love this movie.
- You can't even imagine.
Murnau was a genius.
Did you know that he
came up with the idea
that vampires burn in sunlight?
It's not even part of the lore.
Don't even get me
started with Max Schreck.
He is the definitive Dracula.
Everyone else is
a fucking poser.
- Including you.
- I'm trying not to be.
So are you pretty excited to
be playing the leading lady?
And my victim?
- Actually, doesn't Orlok
end up being Mina's victim?
- Exactly, it's
a murder suicide,
which is what makes this
story so fucking cool.
- Just a suggestion.
You might wanna rethink
the whole crazy.
- Okay.
- It's less sexy
than you might've been told.
- All I'm saying is that
if you're gonna go out,
it's a pretty cool way to do it.
- Yeah, or you could just,
you know, die of old age.
Happy.
- What's the fun in that?
- [Girl] See you guys.
- Later.
- Bye.
- What if I told you
that I had an idea?
- Okay.
- An idea on how
to make Jake pay.
- I'm in.
- But I haven't said
what it is yet. - I'm still in.
[sinister whispering]
- Hey, Ed, wait up.
- What?
- Michael and I were
talking, and we...
- We wanna help you
get even with Jake.
- [Tara] We have a plan.
- You do?
When did this happen?
- It'll make Jake the
laughingstock of the school.
- It's a fucking good plan.
[tense music]
[upbeat rock music]
- Okay, you kids, try
to behave yourselves.
And don't go sneaking my liquor.
- Okay.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Bye, Mom.
[door closes]
- Okay.
- Can I see it?
- Yeah.
- That's it?
It looks like a potion.
- What do you expect, for it
to glow green or something?
- No, I mean, it
just looks ordinary.
- Well the most dangerous
things always do.
- [Tara] Okay, guys,
it's almost eight.
- You ready?
- Mm-hm, yeah.
- All right, give me your phone.
- [Radio DJ] K-107, all
the hits, all the time.
Over themselves.
K-107, seven days a week.
- I know that wasn't
the real you last week.
I was hiding who I was, too.
[upbeat rock music]
We should talk.
- Now we wait.
- [Tara] Okay.
[phone chimes]
- Really?
[chuckles]
- Really.
[phone chimes]
- And where should we meet?
Hm.
I have an idea for you.
- How about away from
your asshole friends?
In the theater?
I have keys.
That you do.
[phone chimes]
- Okay.
I know, see you in an hour.
Curtain's up in one hour, guys.
- What if he doesn't drink?
- Then we'll go to plan B.
- What's plan B?
- Don't worry.
Come on, let's go.
[foreboding music]
- Ed?
- One sec.
Hey. - Hey.
I've only ever been in
here for assemblies.
It's kinda weird.
It's like we're on a
talk show or something.
What's with the cooler?
- Beer.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, pretty much.
- I'm sorry, man.
Nah, I'm good.
- It's from a brewery my
dad's really into, have one.
- I've gotta work out at 6 a.m.
Wrestling.
- Well I just
thought a beer or two
would make it easier, you know?
- Why's the top already off?
- I just opened it.
- No you didn't.
- Yeah I did.
- With what?
[tense music]
- Don't fucking move!
- What are you doing?
- Plan B.
Ed, give me your beer.
Drink.
Drink it!
- You never said
anything about a gun.
[grunting]
[suspenseful music]
[coughing]
God.
A gun, what the fuck
were you thinking?
- It's a prop.
Whoa, whoa, it's cool.
Roofies are kicking in.
Let's see what brand of
underwear this rich prick wears.
[foreboding music]
[chuckling]
Here, Ed, finish it up.
Come on, don't back out.
[chuckling] All right.
Give me your phone.
- What's wrong with yours?
- I forgot to charge it.
Okay.
- I'm all sparkly.
♪ Oh mama ♪
[relaxed music]
[laughing]
- Oh my god.
- God.
That's enough for me.
[yelps]
- [Ed] Your house is
fucking amazing, dude.
- [Michael] Yeah, my
dad's got good taste
and a lot of money.
- Where is he?
- Turkey or Thailand,
one of those T countries.
- You should send it, the video.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Why not?
And it's away.
Consider Jake Cullen the most
popular guy on social media.
- Such a lightweight.
- He's out.
- So what should we do now?
[sultry music]
[moans]
I marked you.
Wow.
What is this?
- It's from a long time ago.
[foreboding music]
Got the tattoo to
cover up the scar.
[tapping]
- Hey.
Can you help me?
[chimes tinkling]
[ominous music]
What the?
Who are you freaks?
Ed, this isn't fucking funny!
Wait, wait.
What are you doing?
Stop, wait.
[shouting in pain]
Stop!
I don't wanna die!
[suspenseful music]
- Immortality belongs
to those who deserve it.
[moaning]
[coughing]
[ominous music]
- Hey, wake up, wake up.
Hey, did we...
Last night, did we, you know?
- I mean, you were pretty drunk.
- Shit.
Oh, god damn it.
You can't tell anybody
about this, okay?
- That's not exactly the
reaction I was hoping for.
- I mean, look, you're
really hot and all,
but I cannot have
rumors about me
going around that school, okay?
- Fuck, fuck.
- Jesus, ever heard of knocking?
- You said you used
a fake account.
- Ed, curb your
shit, what happened?
- It's Jake, he fucking killed
himself, it's everywhere.
- Ah, shit, dude, fuck.
We were so drunk, I must've
used the wrong account.
- Well you fucking didn't,
everybody's saying
it came from me.
- It's true.
They found him in his car.
- Don't you dare cry
for that asshole.
- He may have been
an asshole, Michael,
but he didn't deserve to...
- Tell me the world
isn't a better place
without Jake Cullen.
Even he knew that.
- What do we do now?
- School starts in an hour.
Don't leave, don't
talk to anyone.
Tara and I need to get our
story straight for the cops.
- But can't we tell
them what happened?
I mean, it was a prank...
- What's that back
to your letter of
recommendation?
Tara's a brilliant actress who
drove one of her classmates
to commit suicide.
- Michael's right.
We sit tight and say nothing.
Not until we know what
we're dealing with.
[eerie music]
[camera shutter clicking]
- Son, you do understand how
serious this is, don't you?
- [Ben] I understand.
[somber music]
- Okay, Ben, you can go now.
- What's up, sad sack?
You got a minute?
[tense music]
- No, I'm kinda busy.
- Oh.
[chuckles]
You're Ben, right?
Now you know that
lying to the police
during a murder investigation
is obstruction of justice.
Now let's try this again.
Do you have a minute?
Let's get straight to the point.
You and your little buddies
are hanging with a
seriously sick dude.
- You mean Michael?
- No.
I'm talking about
Justin fucking Bieber.
Yes, Michael, but that's
not his real name.
- It isn't?
- No.
They used to call
him Kurt Barlow,
some bullshit like that.
There's some other
names, but look,
I don't even know
what his real name is.
- Okay, so how do
you know all this?
- I've been following him.
See, he's a part of some
sick cult or something.
And they're little claim to
fame is remaking horror movies.
- Oh, like cosplay?
- Yeah.
But they actually
kill people for real.
- Right.
- Now go ahead, look it up.
Google it or whatever
you young kids are doing.
The sick part about it
is that the people thought
it was a part of the show.
Until they found the bodies.
Then they blamed it
on the caretakers.
- Okay, what, are you a
private detective or something?
- I'm far from it.
I knew one of Michael's victims.
Her name was Karen.
And I have reason to believe
that more of my
friends are in danger.
- Okay, so why don't you
just go to the police?
- And tell them what?
See, I need hard evidence.
Which is why you are gonna
tell me where Michael lives.
- I don't know, don't you?
You know all this
stuff about him,
should know, right?
- Then why would I
be asking you?
See, I've been following
him, but I lost him.
Somehow I think he's onto me.
Now what do you know?
- Tardis.
- [Michael] How you holding up?
- Just awesome,
especially since everyone
thinks I killed Jake.
[somber music]
- You're phenomenally
talented, Ed.
- Yeah, everyone
keeps telling me that.
- You know, you aren't meant
to go to some bullshit college
that prepares you for
some bullshit job.
You're better than that.
We understand that
life's too short
to waste on
superficial bullshit.
We deserve to be,
to be part of something that
not only respects who we are,
it helps make our
dreams come true.
- Oh shit, you're
a Scientologist?
[chuckles]
- No, promise.
Let me ask you something.
If you had one year to live,
would you stay here in Bremen?
- Fuck no.
- So what if I told you that
there are people out there
that not only
respect who you are,
they wanna make
your art a reality?
- I'd say that
sounds kinda awesome.
- There's someone I'd
like for you to meet.
[ominous music]
- Hello, Edward.
I've been looking
forward to meeting you.
[foreboding music]
[upbeat rock music]
- Hey.
- Hi.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
- You wanna come
inside, it's freezing.
- No, I'm okay.
I need to talk to
Ed, so is he here?
- No, he's in Rochester
Hills with my dad's lawyer.
- What's happened?
- Hey, nothing happened.
I told you I would figure
out a way to deal with this,
and that's what I'm doing.
- Okay, well, is he
coming here afterward?
- I guess that's up to him.
- What's the name of the lawyer?
Maybe I... - All right, Tara,
what's this really
about, what's going on?
- What do you think, Michael?
I'm fucking freaked out.
- Come here.
Everything's gonna
be okay, I promise.
[tense music]
- Is she gone?
We haven't made a
decision about her yet.
She has to prove herself worthy.
As must you, Edward.
- What do you mean?
- Go and find out.
[shouting]
- These are mine.
Remember?
- Now you can free him.
Or you can punish him.
The choice is yours.
- Know what, Quincy?
You were never going
to be the hero.
But you can die like it.
[shouting]
[suspenseful music]
- Ed?
[laughing]
Ed?
Ed.
What have you done?
- You shouldn't be here.
[suspenseful music]
[screams]
[knocking]
- Enter.
[lilting opera music]
Ms. Brewster.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
- Well, I heard the
show might be canceled.
- No, no, no.
Nothing to worry about,
it's all been settled.
The curtain will
rise as scheduled.
- But wouldn't it be a good idea
to at least postpone
the opening?
I mean, after everything
that's happened?
- What is this
really about, Tara?
Are you getting cold feet?
- No.
It's just, after
what happened to Amy,
and then, you know, Jake.
People are saying that
Ed might have something
to do with it, so I...
- Mr. Glick has been falsely
accused, I'm certain of it.
The school board says
a resolution's at hand.
- Okay, but still, I
really don't think...
- Tara.
[sighs]
Do you know what this is?
- A piece of paper?
- A blank piece of paper?
Waiting for you to be
writing your future on it.
Waiting for me to be writing
your letter of
recommendation on it.
- Okay.
I understand.
- Good.
Because I expect
great things from you.
- Are you okay?
- Dental work.
Mr. Morbius, aren't
I popular today?
- Hey Tara.
- Hey.
- [Frederick]
Great things, Tara.
[ominous music]
[knocking]
- [Stagehand] Can
I have your phone?
- Yeah.
- [Frederick] Principal Dryer.
You know what you're to do.
- Yes.
- Just grab her back.
[foreboding music]
- [Ed] While she is off
looking, slip off the bench.
- Ed, why haven't you
answered my texts?
- I was kinda busy
being a fugitive.
Everything's cool now.
Did you hear Principal Dryer
and some of the board
members are coming?
They wanna make sure there's
nothing objectionable.
Don't you fucking love that?
Tonight is the only
night that matters.
Break a leg, Brewster.
It'll make it easier for
Nosferatu to catch you.
[footsteps approaching]
- Welcome to our multimedia
adaptation of "Nosferatu",
a symphony of horrors.
As part of our school's
fundraising effort,
we have added audience
participation to
our grand whigenal.
Now these roles
sold out months ago,
but since this is
a dress rehearsal,
my old friend Matthew Hutter
will be playing the Demeter,
and as warden of
the insane asylum,
well, it only seemed appropriate
to cast Principal Dryer.
[laughing]
Matthew, Samantha, our stage
manager will escort you
backstage shortly
before your scenes.
Everyone else, expect
a surprise or two,
and thank you for attending.
Enjoy the performance.
[harrowing music]
[wolf howling]
- It is a strange world.
A sad world.
A world full of miseries
and woes and troubles.
All men are mad in
some way or another.
And inasmuch as you deal
discreetly with your madmen,
you must deal with
God's madmen, too.
[audience applauding]
[phone chimes]
[phone chimes]
- Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Let's go.
[harrowing music]
[bell tolls]
- [Whispering Voices]
Your precious blood.
Precious blood, precious
blood, precious blood.
Your precious blood.
Your precious blood, precious
blood, precious blood.
Precious blood, your precious
blood, precious blood.
Your precious blood.
[audience applauding]
- You need to leave.
- Ed, what's going on?
- Something wonderful, but
you can't be here for it.
- Ed, you don't have to
be a part of this, okay?
You know we can stop it.
- I don't wanna stop it.
This is where I belong.
- [Whispering Voices] Mina,
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina.
- Your scene is next.
So during the blackout, cross
over to the ship's wheel.
Michael, or Nosferatu,
will make sure you end up
where you need to go.
- Okay.
- Just don't resist, okay?
- Thanks.
- Yep, and these are for you.
- All right.
- Good luck.
[tense music]
[harrowing music]
[knocking]
- Very funny, guys, but
this is a closed rehearsal,
so you have to come
back tomorrow night.
[shouting]
[gasping]
[ominous music]
- Are you ready for your debut?
- What do you think?
- I think you're marvelous.
Now remember, don't
bite down too hard,
it hurts like a bitch.
Let the fangs do
the work for you.
And watch your tongue
unless you want it pierced.
[waves crashing]
[thunder cracking]
[wind howling]
[ominous music]
- Ahoy, mates!
Batten down the hatches!
There's a storm ahead!
[tense music]
Frederick?
What, what are you?
[dramatic music]
[shouting]
[gasping]
[audience applauding]
[harrowing music]
- [sighs] Fuck.
[foreboding music]
To whom it may concern.
I am pleased to
recommend Tara Brewster,
who has been a student
here at Harker.
[grunting]
[tense music]
- Frederick, that
was incredible!
- I thought it would be.
It was horrible.
- Just have to get
used to the taste.
- I mean, I imagined
killing Hutter for years
and wiping that smug smirk
off his face once and for all.
- And you did!
And it was glorious!
- It was depraved, Michael!
It was obscene!
I murdered a man!
- I thought that was the plan.
- Oh god.
[whimpering] This isn't me.
This is not me.
[grunts] - Richard, no!
No!
The Auteur was
right to doubt you.
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[tense music]
- With all that makeup, I can't
quite make out who you are.
You're a student here?
- I'm Brian, the stage
manager's brother.
He said his crew was a man down.
- Well how nice
of you to step in.
- When we cue you, you'll
pretend to open the cell door
with these keys.
And when you walk in,
Renfield will hit you
with the foam stool,
and you'll fall down.
[ominous music]
[laughing]
- I am the warden.
My patient Renfield is asleep.
[clinking]
[shushes]
[suspenseful music]
[gasps]
[applauding]
[laughing]
[ominous music]
- [Whispering Voices]
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu,
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu,
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu,
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
[suspenseful music]
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[grunting]
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[suspenseful music]
[phone chimes]
- Oh hell no.
- [Whispering Voices] The
infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[tense music]
The infected will be bled,
the infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[suspenseful music]
[grunting]
The infected will be bled,
the infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[voices whispering]
Nosferatu, Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[shouts in pain]
[growling]
[gasping]
[groaning]
[coughs]
[groaning]
[groaning]
[tense music]
[shouts]
[growls]
[coughs]
- Hey fuckface.
[suspenseful music]
[crunching]
[grunting]
Are you okay?
- [Duane] Do I look okay?
[coughing]
- No, not now.
- [Ed] Tara!
- [Whispering Voices] Mina,
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina.
Mina.
Mina.
- We gotta get you out of here.
[grunting] Let's go.
Come on.
[yelps]
- [Duane] Look, go ahead,
it's not gonna happen.
Take this, and if you see that
motherfucker, kill his ass.
All right?
And call the police!
- [Ed] Tara!
Come finish the movie with me!
[suspenseful music]
Nosferatu needs to feed on Mina.
[wolf howling]
Don't ruin this for me!
[screams]
[tense music]
- Hey Duane, have you seen Tara?
It is Duane, right?
[coughing]
Do you know you make
a shitty Van Helsing?
[screams]
Where is she?
- Where is who?
- Tara!
I'll make a deal with you!
Finish the show and
I'll let him live.
Run and I'll carve
him into tiny pieces!
- Don't, Tara!
[shushing] Don't!
- Michael, stop.
I'm here for you.
[Duane coughing]
- [Michael] I knew
you would understand
what I was trying to accomplish.
- [Duane] Tara, don't!
[coughing]
[suspenseful music]
- You belong to me, Mina.
We belong to one another.
In eternal darkness, we
shall be joined as one.
- Shut up and do it already.
[wailing]
- I'm ready.
The stake.
You said it yourself, Mina
kills Nosferatu at the end.
- No.
- Yes.
Kill me.
Do it.
[grunts]
Come on!
Do it!
Please!
- No, I can't.
- Do it!
- No, Michael.
[shouts] [gasping]
No.
[screaming]
[sorrowful music]
The fuck did you just do?
- I just saved your life.
[coughing]
- [Tara] You gave him
exactly what he wanted.
He could have led us to Auteur.
- Duane, I wanna thank you
for bringing us the final
scene of our mimesis.
- Who are you?
[foreboding music]
What do you want?
- You see, I'm not interested
in taking credit, Duane.
I'm interested in the
final scene of this movie.
All horror films typically
have only two endings.
One is nice and neat.
The villain dies.
The hero wins and maybe
even gets the girl.
And all the world's at peace,
and the maggots can
leave the theater
feeling happy, satisfied.
The second is not so neat
or tidy.
No one quite knows who
won, and horror lives on,
patiently waiting
for its next victim.
Pay attention to this next part.
You have a choice
to make, Duane.
Whether to cut and run for
it, or face the authorities
for the horrific crimes
you both committed.
I for one can't wait to
see the ending you choose.
And cut!
[dramatic music]
Edward, let's give Duane a
preview of the next mimesis.
[creaking]
[shrieking]
- Oh hell no.
[suspenseful music]
[uplifting rock music]
[singing in foreign language]
- [Sinister Voice] Nosferatu.
- Nosferatu.
- Nosferatu.
[film reel clicking]
[film reel clicking]
[suspenseful music]
[distorted muttering]
[thunder cracking]
- Max, I don't know.
I haven't even seen
him since this morning.
Because he locks himself
in the room all day
and he just watches
that movie over and over
and over and over.
Because, Mother, my own son
scares the shit out of me.
I'm just waiting
for Don to get here,
and then we're both gonna
talk to him, and then...
[giggling]
I gotta go.
[ominous music]
[film reel clicking]
Max, it's Mom, can I come in?
Your father and I are really
worried about you, honey.
You can't...
You can't keep yourself locked
up in here for hours on end,
watching the same movie
over and over and over.
We've talked to the doctor,
and he'd really like to
see you again, honey.
And I thought maybe we could
all go together, you know?
Oh my god.
[ominous music]
[gasps] Maxwell.
What have you done?
Oh, okay, I'm not gonna tolerate
this behavior any longer.
[suspenseful music]
[screaming]
God damn it!
[film reel clicking]
[snarling] [screams]
Oh no, Max, no!
Please!
[sirens wailing]
- You're not alone in this.
Death twitches in
everyone's ear.
There are no exceptions.
[static humming]
What's important is
how you fill the space
between now and then.
That space is yours
to define, to direct.
Are you ready? - Yes.
- Remember what Orson
Welles once said.
"Then enemy of art is the
absence of limitations."
- [Michael] Thank you, teacher.
[static buzzing]
- I'm not a teacher.
I'm an awakener.
[suspenseful music]
[bell rings]
[students chattering]
[foreboding music]
[sinister whispering]
- Of course I'm angry, Matthew.
They're mounting a
revival of my show
with members of my
cast without me.
- Frederick,
it wasn't your show. [knocking]
You were only the director.
- [Frederick] I made it famous.
- Well, certainly infamous.
Look, I'm sorry I
couldn't help you more.
I have to go now.
- Okay, Matthew, I look
forward to seeing you
at "Dracula" 's opening night.
[sighs]
Can I help you?
- You said to come by.
- Oh, that's right.
Tanya, come in.
- It's Tara.
- You are correct.
Have a seat.
I'm afraid you'll
have to remind me
why we're meeting
today, my dear.
- Well, we were gonna talk
about my audition for "Dracula".
- Well, didn't I make you Lucy
and understudy to the lead?
- Yes, but not as Mina.
- Well, it's hard to compete
with Amy Petersen's passion,
now isn't it?
- Or her family's bank account.
- Tanya.
Tara.
You're a good actress,
and the role of Lucy
is not, as they
say, chopped liver.
- But Professor
Kinski, I'm a junior,
and I haven't been given
a leading role yet.
Being an understudy
isn't exactly what I...
- Do you know what Bernadette
Peters and Shirley McClain
and Anthony Hopkins
have in common?
- That I don't know
who any of them are?
- Once upon a time, they
were all understudies.
The role does not define
the actor's greatness.
- Okay, so then if
I were to ask you
for a letter of recommendation...
[laughing]
- Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.
[sighs]
Show me a Lucy, and
then we'll talk.
[energetic rock music]
[bell rings]
- But seriously, I'm
really tired of having
to fight for the
scraps, you know?
Bullshit.
- Here we go again.
- Fuck you, Ed.
- Only if you're into
that really dirty shit.
- You're such a freak.
- Hey, does anyone know
who the new guy is?
- [Ed] Amy Petersen's
next drunken mistake.
- [Quincy] What's
up, scholar shitters?
Hey Jake, check
this shit out, man.
- [Jake] It's kinda fucked up.
- Glick, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
- Quincy, give it back.
- Or what?
- Or I'll kick your balls
through the roof of your mouth.
- Yeah, Quincy told
me you know all about
handling a guy's balls.
You bitch!
[grunting]
- You weren't gonna
hit a girl, were you?
So Jake, are you a bully
'cause you have mommy issues
or daddy issues?
- Hey, you guys,
take it outside.
- Thanks for the advice, bro.
So glad I got to meet you.
- You and me, we're not done.
Come on, Quincy, let's go.
- I never said anything
to Jake about...
You better watch
your back, Glick.
- Dude, these are awesome.
What are these?
- Ed's actually in
charge of the set
for our "Dracula" production.
He's also playing Renfield.
I'm doing the score, and
Tara here is playing Lucy.
- It's a small part, I die.
- You should be the lead.
We should mess
with Amy's brakes.
- I like the way you think.
- Yeah, maybe you could
come by rehearsal sometime?
The crew always needs help.
- Yeah, cool.
Maybe I will.
Here, man.
- [Tara] Let's go.
- See you.
- See you guys.
[foreboding music]
- The fuck is this?
I don't see a shipping
invoice anywhere, so.
How did this get in our
garage in the first place?
Mom, what are you doing?
- [Mother] Maybe there's
something good in here.
- Okay, but if it isn't ours,
then I don't think that you...
- Oh, don't be
such a killjoy.
Ready?
[foreboding music]
[clattering]
If this is your idea of a
practical joke, young lady,
it's not funny.
- Mom, I had nothing
to do with this.
You don't think that...
- No, no.
No, don't be ridiculous.
That was a lifetime ago.
Gonna go get a
drink, take a shower.
[door closes]
[ominous music]
[water pattering]
[suspenseful music]
[harrowing music]
[growling]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[gasps]
[phone ringing]
[tense music]
- [Duane] You've reached
the voicemail of Duane.
I'm not in right now,
listen for the beep.
Do your thing.
[beeping]
- Hi, Duane.
It's Kyra.
How are you?
So listen, I know
it's been a while,
but you said that if
I ever needed help
or if anything
weird ever came up
that I could give you a call,
and well, something
weird's come up.
And it's probably nothing.
I don't know.
[foreboding music]
Mom?
Shit.
Okay, Duane, I gotta go.
Mom?
Mom!
[door squeaking]
Oh my god, no!
[screaming]
[thunder rumbling]
- I know that you must fight.
That you must destroy.
Even as you destroyed
the false Lucy,
so that the true Lucy
might live hereafter.
But it is not a work of hate.
That poor soul whom has
wrought all this misery.
He is the saddest case of all.
[foreboding music]
Hello?
Ed?
Hey, if I'm not supposed to
be in here, I can just go.
[suspenseful music]
God, Jesus, fuck.
[gasps] - Whoa!
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Why are you still here?
- I was looking for
the parking lot,
I went out the wrong exit.
Sure you're okay, you
seem pretty freaked out.
- Yeah, I just, I thought...
I don't know, I just think I
spooked myself, that's all.
[chuckles]
- Are you fucking kidding me?
You're with this guy.
This asshole.
- Fuck off, Quincy.
- That didn't take
you very long, Tara.
You're a slut!
- Yo, why don't you
just move on, man?
- Is that what you
think I should do, man?
- Cut the shit, Quincy.
- [Michael] What the fuck?
[tense music]
- [Quincy] You're a pussy!
[grunts]
[whimpering]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh shit, man, that
looks really bad.
I think it's broken.
Here, let me fix it for you.
[cracking] [shouting in pain]
Oh, you know what?
I did it the wrong way, here.
[cracking] [shouting in pain]
Good as new.
[dramatic orchestral music]
Do you want a ride home?
[dramatic music]
- Okay, okay.
I see everyone has the
new scripts, wonderful.
Now, I know we were all excited
to perform "Dracula",
but I had an epiphany.
Bram Stoker was interested in
confronting what frightens us.
Coming face to face
with the ugliness
that hides inside us all.
Sadly, today's vampire
has been neutered.
Dracula has become a sparkly
romance novel reject.
This is not what
Stoker had intended.
He created a monster
to inspire terror
and revulsion.
F. W. Murnau, though he
was sued for his insights,
understood this.
Which is why I have
adapted his "Nosferatu"
for the stage.
Does anyone know where the
word Nosferatu comes from?
- The Greeks.
- That is correct, Mr.?
- Morbius.
- Morbius.
Yes, Mr. Dandrich?
- Yeah, my role is
half of what it was.
The script describes
Nosferatu as a rat-like being
with a bulbous head
and long fingers.
Is that the costume
we're going with?
- Indeed, we have ordered
a spectacularly hideous...
- You told me that Dracula was
gonna be sexy and sinister.
The type of role that any
actor would kill to play.
- Jerry, I understand your...
- This is bullshit, I quit!
Administration will be hearing
from my parents, Kinski.
- Well.
Mr. Dandrich certainly
knows how to make an exit.
- Professor Kinski, I
actually love the changes.
Mina is so heroic.
I mean, she sacrifices
herself to destroy Nosferatu.
Was Murnau a feminist?
- I don't know that
I'd go that far, Amy.
- So who's going
to play Nosferatu?
- Hm.
Mr. Morbius.
Are you a watcher
or are you a doer?
- I'm just here to
help out with the crew.
- That's not what I asked.
- I guess I'm more of a doer.
- I want you to look at page 57.
Take a look at
Orlok's monologue.
- Got it.
- Need a few moments?
- [Michael] No, I'm good.
- [Frederick]
Whenever you're ready.
- Time is an abyss.
[eerie music]
Centuries come and go.
And death.
There are things more
horrible than death.
Can you imagine enduring
unending centuries,
experiencing the same
futilities each and every day?
[applauding]
- The part is yours,
young man, if you want it.
- Michael, I'm so happy for you.
[thunder cracking]
[ominous music]
- Are you ready to be borne
into the heart of darkness?
[moaning]
[moaning]
[groaning]
[groaning]
[coughing]
Savor.
'Cause you are my
children of the night.
- Hey.
- Come on, man, I just wanted
to finish up and go home.
- I'm not gonna
hurt you, I promise.
I just wanted to say
sorry about the other day.
- Whatever, you were an
asshole and now you feel bad.
You're forgiven.
- I just, I, do you like me?
- No.
- Why not?
- 'Cause you're a fucking
entitled asshole, and a bully.
That's not what I meant.
What I meant was...
- Shut the fuck up.
[foreboding music]
- [Quincy] Hey yo, Jake!
What's going on?
- [Jake] This faggot tried
to make a pass at me!
- [Quincy] Ah, no shit?
- [Jake] The fuck
happened to you?
- Nothing, man, this asshole's
boyfriend blindsided me.
[suspenseful music]
- Jake, Jake.
Jake, I promise I
won't say anything.
[coughing]
You're a fucking coward, Jake.
- What are you doing?
- Hold on, I got an idea.
Record this.
And get in tight so
no one can see us.
All right, Glick, you
got a decision to make.
With a banana or my foot?
- What?
- The banana or my foot?
Pick. - Banana, banana.
- You getting this, Jake?
Suck it.
I said suck it before I
kick the shit out of you!
[coughing]
- All right, Quincy,
that's enough.
Enough!
[gasping]
[grunting]
- Come on, let's go.
Let's get out of here.
[foreboding music]
[distorted laughter]
- Hey, Ed.
[chatting]
[phone chimes]
[coughing]
[gasping]
- Ms. Brewster,
why are you here?
- Well it looks like
you already know.
- Edward's bicycle
accident, yes,
but that's hardly an excuse...
- It wasn't a bicycle accident,
haven't you seen the video?
- What video?
- Ed, tell her what
happened last night.
It was Jake and
Quincy, wasn't it?
- I don't know what
you're talking about,
I got in a bike accident.
- You already knew.
But since the Cullens
are major donors...
- Edward, is there anything
you haven't told me?
- I crashed my
bike, end of story.
- But there's the video.
- Can you show me this video?
- No, I can't, the app
deletes it after you watch it.
- Ms. Brewster, you
were in a relationship
with Quincy Starker,
weren't you?
And that's Jake
Cullen's best friend?
- Yeah, for like two weeks.
What does that have
to do with this?
- Ms. Brewster, I think you
need to find another way
to get back at your ex.
Or do I need to remind you
of your status in our school?
[tense music]
- God, I cannot believe
you're gonna let them
get away with this.
I mean, what is
wrong with you, Ed?
- Can you afford tuition here?
I can't, so drop it.
And who said I was gonna
let them get away with it?
[somber music]
[sighs]
[ominous music]
[dryer humming]
- What do you think?
- Looking good.
- It's a work in progress.
[PA chattering]
- Oh, something's wrong.
Something's wrong!
Donna, it's burning,
something's wrong!
Please, help me get them out!
- I'm trying!
- Help me get them out,
Donna, please, it's burning!
Help me get them out!
[clamoring]
- My finger's stuck!
- [Amy] Help me,
someone help me!
- Someone get Francine.
- It's stuck to my finger!
- Get it off!
Someone help me,
please, someone help me!
It hurts, someone help me!
[screaming]
[sinister whispering]
[ominous music]
- If anyone doesn't
have a ride home,
the stage manager will
arrange something for you.
We'll update you on
Amy's condition tomorrow.
Ms. Brewster, a word.
[sirens wailing]
I'm sure you know what Ms.
Petersen's injuries mean.
Amy won't be returning.
Her understudy must step in.
- You want me to play Mina?
- You are her
understudy, are you not?
- I mean, yes, but I don't...
- Tara.
This is an opportunity
for you to show me
how committed you are
to playing a lead role.
I assume you still want that
letter of recommendation?
- I'll do my best.
[eerie music]
[humming]
♪ Ready or not ♪
♪ Here I come ♪
♪ I'm gonna find you ♪
♪ And kill you psychos ♪
[chuckling]
There you are.
All right.
[suspenseful music]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Kinski said you'd be up here.
- [Michael] Yeah.
Come here, check this out.
- Wow.
You must really love this movie.
- You can't even imagine.
Murnau was a genius.
Did you know that he
came up with the idea
that vampires burn in sunlight?
It's not even part of the lore.
Don't even get me
started with Max Schreck.
He is the definitive Dracula.
Everyone else is
a fucking poser.
- Including you.
- I'm trying not to be.
So are you pretty excited to
be playing the leading lady?
And my victim?
- Actually, doesn't Orlok
end up being Mina's victim?
- Exactly, it's
a murder suicide,
which is what makes this
story so fucking cool.
- Just a suggestion.
You might wanna rethink
the whole crazy.
- Okay.
- It's less sexy
than you might've been told.
- All I'm saying is that
if you're gonna go out,
it's a pretty cool way to do it.
- Yeah, or you could just,
you know, die of old age.
Happy.
- What's the fun in that?
- [Girl] See you guys.
- Later.
- Bye.
- What if I told you
that I had an idea?
- Okay.
- An idea on how
to make Jake pay.
- I'm in.
- But I haven't said
what it is yet. - I'm still in.
[sinister whispering]
- Hey, Ed, wait up.
- What?
- Michael and I were
talking, and we...
- We wanna help you
get even with Jake.
- [Tara] We have a plan.
- You do?
When did this happen?
- It'll make Jake the
laughingstock of the school.
- It's a fucking good plan.
[tense music]
[upbeat rock music]
- Okay, you kids, try
to behave yourselves.
And don't go sneaking my liquor.
- Okay.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Bye, Mom.
[door closes]
- Okay.
- Can I see it?
- Yeah.
- That's it?
It looks like a potion.
- What do you expect, for it
to glow green or something?
- No, I mean, it
just looks ordinary.
- Well the most dangerous
things always do.
- [Tara] Okay, guys,
it's almost eight.
- You ready?
- Mm-hm, yeah.
- All right, give me your phone.
- [Radio DJ] K-107, all
the hits, all the time.
Over themselves.
K-107, seven days a week.
- I know that wasn't
the real you last week.
I was hiding who I was, too.
[upbeat rock music]
We should talk.
- Now we wait.
- [Tara] Okay.
[phone chimes]
- Really?
[chuckles]
- Really.
[phone chimes]
- And where should we meet?
Hm.
I have an idea for you.
- How about away from
your asshole friends?
In the theater?
I have keys.
That you do.
[phone chimes]
- Okay.
I know, see you in an hour.
Curtain's up in one hour, guys.
- What if he doesn't drink?
- Then we'll go to plan B.
- What's plan B?
- Don't worry.
Come on, let's go.
[foreboding music]
- Ed?
- One sec.
Hey. - Hey.
I've only ever been in
here for assemblies.
It's kinda weird.
It's like we're on a
talk show or something.
What's with the cooler?
- Beer.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, pretty much.
- I'm sorry, man.
Nah, I'm good.
- It's from a brewery my
dad's really into, have one.
- I've gotta work out at 6 a.m.
Wrestling.
- Well I just
thought a beer or two
would make it easier, you know?
- Why's the top already off?
- I just opened it.
- No you didn't.
- Yeah I did.
- With what?
[tense music]
- Don't fucking move!
- What are you doing?
- Plan B.
Ed, give me your beer.
Drink.
Drink it!
- You never said
anything about a gun.
[grunting]
[suspenseful music]
[coughing]
God.
A gun, what the fuck
were you thinking?
- It's a prop.
Whoa, whoa, it's cool.
Roofies are kicking in.
Let's see what brand of
underwear this rich prick wears.
[foreboding music]
[chuckling]
Here, Ed, finish it up.
Come on, don't back out.
[chuckling] All right.
Give me your phone.
- What's wrong with yours?
- I forgot to charge it.
Okay.
- I'm all sparkly.
♪ Oh mama ♪
[relaxed music]
[laughing]
- Oh my god.
- God.
That's enough for me.
[yelps]
- [Ed] Your house is
fucking amazing, dude.
- [Michael] Yeah, my
dad's got good taste
and a lot of money.
- Where is he?
- Turkey or Thailand,
one of those T countries.
- You should send it, the video.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Why not?
And it's away.
Consider Jake Cullen the most
popular guy on social media.
- Such a lightweight.
- He's out.
- So what should we do now?
[sultry music]
[moans]
I marked you.
Wow.
What is this?
- It's from a long time ago.
[foreboding music]
Got the tattoo to
cover up the scar.
[tapping]
- Hey.
Can you help me?
[chimes tinkling]
[ominous music]
What the?
Who are you freaks?
Ed, this isn't fucking funny!
Wait, wait.
What are you doing?
Stop, wait.
[shouting in pain]
Stop!
I don't wanna die!
[suspenseful music]
- Immortality belongs
to those who deserve it.
[moaning]
[coughing]
[ominous music]
- Hey, wake up, wake up.
Hey, did we...
Last night, did we, you know?
- I mean, you were pretty drunk.
- Shit.
Oh, god damn it.
You can't tell anybody
about this, okay?
- That's not exactly the
reaction I was hoping for.
- I mean, look, you're
really hot and all,
but I cannot have
rumors about me
going around that school, okay?
- Fuck, fuck.
- Jesus, ever heard of knocking?
- You said you used
a fake account.
- Ed, curb your
shit, what happened?
- It's Jake, he fucking killed
himself, it's everywhere.
- Ah, shit, dude, fuck.
We were so drunk, I must've
used the wrong account.
- Well you fucking didn't,
everybody's saying
it came from me.
- It's true.
They found him in his car.
- Don't you dare cry
for that asshole.
- He may have been
an asshole, Michael,
but he didn't deserve to...
- Tell me the world
isn't a better place
without Jake Cullen.
Even he knew that.
- What do we do now?
- School starts in an hour.
Don't leave, don't
talk to anyone.
Tara and I need to get our
story straight for the cops.
- But can't we tell
them what happened?
I mean, it was a prank...
- What's that back
to your letter of
recommendation?
Tara's a brilliant actress who
drove one of her classmates
to commit suicide.
- Michael's right.
We sit tight and say nothing.
Not until we know what
we're dealing with.
[eerie music]
[camera shutter clicking]
- Son, you do understand how
serious this is, don't you?
- [Ben] I understand.
[somber music]
- Okay, Ben, you can go now.
- What's up, sad sack?
You got a minute?
[tense music]
- No, I'm kinda busy.
- Oh.
[chuckles]
You're Ben, right?
Now you know that
lying to the police
during a murder investigation
is obstruction of justice.
Now let's try this again.
Do you have a minute?
Let's get straight to the point.
You and your little buddies
are hanging with a
seriously sick dude.
- You mean Michael?
- No.
I'm talking about
Justin fucking Bieber.
Yes, Michael, but that's
not his real name.
- It isn't?
- No.
They used to call
him Kurt Barlow,
some bullshit like that.
There's some other
names, but look,
I don't even know
what his real name is.
- Okay, so how do
you know all this?
- I've been following him.
See, he's a part of some
sick cult or something.
And they're little claim to
fame is remaking horror movies.
- Oh, like cosplay?
- Yeah.
But they actually
kill people for real.
- Right.
- Now go ahead, look it up.
Google it or whatever
you young kids are doing.
The sick part about it
is that the people thought
it was a part of the show.
Until they found the bodies.
Then they blamed it
on the caretakers.
- Okay, what, are you a
private detective or something?
- I'm far from it.
I knew one of Michael's victims.
Her name was Karen.
And I have reason to believe
that more of my
friends are in danger.
- Okay, so why don't you
just go to the police?
- And tell them what?
See, I need hard evidence.
Which is why you are gonna
tell me where Michael lives.
- I don't know, don't you?
You know all this
stuff about him,
should know, right?
- Then why would I
be asking you?
See, I've been following
him, but I lost him.
Somehow I think he's onto me.
Now what do you know?
- Tardis.
- [Michael] How you holding up?
- Just awesome,
especially since everyone
thinks I killed Jake.
[somber music]
- You're phenomenally
talented, Ed.
- Yeah, everyone
keeps telling me that.
- You know, you aren't meant
to go to some bullshit college
that prepares you for
some bullshit job.
You're better than that.
We understand that
life's too short
to waste on
superficial bullshit.
We deserve to be,
to be part of something that
not only respects who we are,
it helps make our
dreams come true.
- Oh shit, you're
a Scientologist?
[chuckles]
- No, promise.
Let me ask you something.
If you had one year to live,
would you stay here in Bremen?
- Fuck no.
- So what if I told you that
there are people out there
that not only
respect who you are,
they wanna make
your art a reality?
- I'd say that
sounds kinda awesome.
- There's someone I'd
like for you to meet.
[ominous music]
- Hello, Edward.
I've been looking
forward to meeting you.
[foreboding music]
[upbeat rock music]
- Hey.
- Hi.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
- You wanna come
inside, it's freezing.
- No, I'm okay.
I need to talk to
Ed, so is he here?
- No, he's in Rochester
Hills with my dad's lawyer.
- What's happened?
- Hey, nothing happened.
I told you I would figure
out a way to deal with this,
and that's what I'm doing.
- Okay, well, is he
coming here afterward?
- I guess that's up to him.
- What's the name of the lawyer?
Maybe I... - All right, Tara,
what's this really
about, what's going on?
- What do you think, Michael?
I'm fucking freaked out.
- Come here.
Everything's gonna
be okay, I promise.
[tense music]
- Is she gone?
We haven't made a
decision about her yet.
She has to prove herself worthy.
As must you, Edward.
- What do you mean?
- Go and find out.
[shouting]
- These are mine.
Remember?
- Now you can free him.
Or you can punish him.
The choice is yours.
- Know what, Quincy?
You were never going
to be the hero.
But you can die like it.
[shouting]
[suspenseful music]
- Ed?
[laughing]
Ed?
Ed.
What have you done?
- You shouldn't be here.
[suspenseful music]
[screams]
[knocking]
- Enter.
[lilting opera music]
Ms. Brewster.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
- Well, I heard the
show might be canceled.
- No, no, no.
Nothing to worry about,
it's all been settled.
The curtain will
rise as scheduled.
- But wouldn't it be a good idea
to at least postpone
the opening?
I mean, after everything
that's happened?
- What is this
really about, Tara?
Are you getting cold feet?
- No.
It's just, after
what happened to Amy,
and then, you know, Jake.
People are saying that
Ed might have something
to do with it, so I...
- Mr. Glick has been falsely
accused, I'm certain of it.
The school board says
a resolution's at hand.
- Okay, but still, I
really don't think...
- Tara.
[sighs]
Do you know what this is?
- A piece of paper?
- A blank piece of paper?
Waiting for you to be
writing your future on it.
Waiting for me to be writing
your letter of
recommendation on it.
- Okay.
I understand.
- Good.
Because I expect
great things from you.
- Are you okay?
- Dental work.
Mr. Morbius, aren't
I popular today?
- Hey Tara.
- Hey.
- [Frederick]
Great things, Tara.
[ominous music]
[knocking]
- [Stagehand] Can
I have your phone?
- Yeah.
- [Frederick] Principal Dryer.
You know what you're to do.
- Yes.
- Just grab her back.
[foreboding music]
- [Ed] While she is off
looking, slip off the bench.
- Ed, why haven't you
answered my texts?
- I was kinda busy
being a fugitive.
Everything's cool now.
Did you hear Principal Dryer
and some of the board
members are coming?
They wanna make sure there's
nothing objectionable.
Don't you fucking love that?
Tonight is the only
night that matters.
Break a leg, Brewster.
It'll make it easier for
Nosferatu to catch you.
[footsteps approaching]
- Welcome to our multimedia
adaptation of "Nosferatu",
a symphony of horrors.
As part of our school's
fundraising effort,
we have added audience
participation to
our grand whigenal.
Now these roles
sold out months ago,
but since this is
a dress rehearsal,
my old friend Matthew Hutter
will be playing the Demeter,
and as warden of
the insane asylum,
well, it only seemed appropriate
to cast Principal Dryer.
[laughing]
Matthew, Samantha, our stage
manager will escort you
backstage shortly
before your scenes.
Everyone else, expect
a surprise or two,
and thank you for attending.
Enjoy the performance.
[harrowing music]
[wolf howling]
- It is a strange world.
A sad world.
A world full of miseries
and woes and troubles.
All men are mad in
some way or another.
And inasmuch as you deal
discreetly with your madmen,
you must deal with
God's madmen, too.
[audience applauding]
[phone chimes]
[phone chimes]
- Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Let's go.
[harrowing music]
[bell tolls]
- [Whispering Voices]
Your precious blood.
Precious blood, precious
blood, precious blood.
Your precious blood.
Your precious blood, precious
blood, precious blood.
Precious blood, your precious
blood, precious blood.
Your precious blood.
[audience applauding]
- You need to leave.
- Ed, what's going on?
- Something wonderful, but
you can't be here for it.
- Ed, you don't have to
be a part of this, okay?
You know we can stop it.
- I don't wanna stop it.
This is where I belong.
- [Whispering Voices] Mina,
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina.
- Your scene is next.
So during the blackout, cross
over to the ship's wheel.
Michael, or Nosferatu,
will make sure you end up
where you need to go.
- Okay.
- Just don't resist, okay?
- Thanks.
- Yep, and these are for you.
- All right.
- Good luck.
[tense music]
[harrowing music]
[knocking]
- Very funny, guys, but
this is a closed rehearsal,
so you have to come
back tomorrow night.
[shouting]
[gasping]
[ominous music]
- Are you ready for your debut?
- What do you think?
- I think you're marvelous.
Now remember, don't
bite down too hard,
it hurts like a bitch.
Let the fangs do
the work for you.
And watch your tongue
unless you want it pierced.
[waves crashing]
[thunder cracking]
[wind howling]
[ominous music]
- Ahoy, mates!
Batten down the hatches!
There's a storm ahead!
[tense music]
Frederick?
What, what are you?
[dramatic music]
[shouting]
[gasping]
[audience applauding]
[harrowing music]
- [sighs] Fuck.
[foreboding music]
To whom it may concern.
I am pleased to
recommend Tara Brewster,
who has been a student
here at Harker.
[grunting]
[tense music]
- Frederick, that
was incredible!
- I thought it would be.
It was horrible.
- Just have to get
used to the taste.
- I mean, I imagined
killing Hutter for years
and wiping that smug smirk
off his face once and for all.
- And you did!
And it was glorious!
- It was depraved, Michael!
It was obscene!
I murdered a man!
- I thought that was the plan.
- Oh god.
[whimpering] This isn't me.
This is not me.
[grunts] - Richard, no!
No!
The Auteur was
right to doubt you.
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[tense music]
- With all that makeup, I can't
quite make out who you are.
You're a student here?
- I'm Brian, the stage
manager's brother.
He said his crew was a man down.
- Well how nice
of you to step in.
- When we cue you, you'll
pretend to open the cell door
with these keys.
And when you walk in,
Renfield will hit you
with the foam stool,
and you'll fall down.
[ominous music]
[laughing]
- I am the warden.
My patient Renfield is asleep.
[clinking]
[shushes]
[suspenseful music]
[gasps]
[applauding]
[laughing]
[ominous music]
- [Whispering Voices]
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu,
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu,
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu,
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
[suspenseful music]
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[grunting]
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[suspenseful music]
[phone chimes]
- Oh hell no.
- [Whispering Voices] The
infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[tense music]
The infected will be bled,
the infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[suspenseful music]
[grunting]
The infected will be bled,
the infected will be bled.
The infected will be bled.
[voices whispering]
Nosferatu, Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
Nosferatu, Nosferatu, Nosferatu.
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[shouts in pain]
[growling]
[gasping]
[groaning]
[coughs]
[groaning]
[groaning]
[tense music]
[shouts]
[growls]
[coughs]
- Hey fuckface.
[suspenseful music]
[crunching]
[grunting]
Are you okay?
- [Duane] Do I look okay?
[coughing]
- No, not now.
- [Ed] Tara!
- [Whispering Voices] Mina,
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina, Mina, Mina.
Mina, Mina.
Mina.
Mina.
- We gotta get you out of here.
[grunting] Let's go.
Come on.
[yelps]
- [Duane] Look, go ahead,
it's not gonna happen.
Take this, and if you see that
motherfucker, kill his ass.
All right?
And call the police!
- [Ed] Tara!
Come finish the movie with me!
[suspenseful music]
Nosferatu needs to feed on Mina.
[wolf howling]
Don't ruin this for me!
[screams]
[tense music]
- Hey Duane, have you seen Tara?
It is Duane, right?
[coughing]
Do you know you make
a shitty Van Helsing?
[screams]
Where is she?
- Where is who?
- Tara!
I'll make a deal with you!
Finish the show and
I'll let him live.
Run and I'll carve
him into tiny pieces!
- Don't, Tara!
[shushing] Don't!
- Michael, stop.
I'm here for you.
[Duane coughing]
- [Michael] I knew
you would understand
what I was trying to accomplish.
- [Duane] Tara, don't!
[coughing]
[suspenseful music]
- You belong to me, Mina.
We belong to one another.
In eternal darkness, we
shall be joined as one.
- Shut up and do it already.
[wailing]
- I'm ready.
The stake.
You said it yourself, Mina
kills Nosferatu at the end.
- No.
- Yes.
Kill me.
Do it.
[grunts]
Come on!
Do it!
Please!
- No, I can't.
- Do it!
- No, Michael.
[shouts] [gasping]
No.
[screaming]
[sorrowful music]
The fuck did you just do?
- I just saved your life.
[coughing]
- [Tara] You gave him
exactly what he wanted.
He could have led us to Auteur.
- Duane, I wanna thank you
for bringing us the final
scene of our mimesis.
- Who are you?
[foreboding music]
What do you want?
- You see, I'm not interested
in taking credit, Duane.
I'm interested in the
final scene of this movie.
All horror films typically
have only two endings.
One is nice and neat.
The villain dies.
The hero wins and maybe
even gets the girl.
And all the world's at peace,
and the maggots can
leave the theater
feeling happy, satisfied.
The second is not so neat
or tidy.
No one quite knows who
won, and horror lives on,
patiently waiting
for its next victim.
Pay attention to this next part.
You have a choice
to make, Duane.
Whether to cut and run for
it, or face the authorities
for the horrific crimes
you both committed.
I for one can't wait to
see the ending you choose.
And cut!
[dramatic music]
Edward, let's give Duane a
preview of the next mimesis.
[creaking]
[shrieking]
- Oh hell no.
[suspenseful music]
[uplifting rock music]
[singing in foreign language]