Mind Trap (1989) - full transcript

(exciting beat music)

(somber music)

(ominous music)

- [Woman] Hmmmm.

- That's it.

(clicking)

Yeah.

(woman moaning)

Barbara's gonna love me.

Now for the fun part.
(gun clicking)

(engine rumbling)



(horn honking)

(ominous music)

(engine revving)

Daddy's coming home, Daddy's coming home.

Daddy's coming home tonight.

(cat meowing)

(cat screaming)

(cat hissing)

(gunshot popping)

(woman groaning)

(laughing)

I got all the time in
the world, lover girl.

Get up.

Slowly.



- Let's define that word, "lover."

- Blind furry.

- You always know the right
thing to say to a girl.

- Cute.

- Sorry, Nigel.

- My name isn't Nigel.
(cat screeching)

No!

(gunshot popping)

Shit!

(suspenseful music)

Never buy a house from someone
named "Mother Hubbard."

Hey!

- Sorry, Nigel!

- Hold it, baby!

Have a seat.

You know, for all this trouble,

we're gonna have to disguise this

as a rape, murder jewel heist.

- But it is a rape, murder jewel heist.

- Will make the disguise
all that more affective

now, won't it?

- Can't argue with that.

Come on then.

- Get ready for my 18-wheeler.

- Training wheels don't count.

Nigel!

(groaning)

Your turn.

- Now hold it, lady.

You wouldn't use that.

You wouldn't use that in a million years.

(gunshots popping)
(groaning)

Ow.

Oh that...

That hurt!

Hey, take it easy!

(man groaning)

Oh!

Hey, wait!

Whoa!

Wait a minute!

"A million years" is
just a figure of speech.

In geologic time, it's
only a couple of seconds.

(yelling)

(tires screeching)

- Another rug related death.

(truck horn honking)

(applauding)
(film reel clicking)

(faint beat music)

- Well, Shana, I had a screening from you.

But never again and no in advance.

- Sergei, this is my mother, Louise.

And you know Robby, my fiance.

It looks good, Sergei.

- Yeah, I was just saying,
they keep getting better.

(laughing)

- Thank you.

And yes, I do know Robby.

Lady Louise, it was a
real pleasure to meet you.

I was very sad to hear about
the passing of the Colonel.

- Thank you, Sergei, thank you.

- Are you coming to Robby's
going away party tonight?

- Of course I will.

Where is it gonna be?

- At the Junior Officer's mess hall.

- What about the place you were staying?

- [Shana] Where I'm house sitting?

- Yes.

- No guests allowed.

I wish you had told me that
before you set me up there.

- Well I thought the queen of the bees

should have a nicer place to stay

than in a small cell like that.

- Listen, buddy!

They don't pay us a
lot of cash in the Navy

to defend the likes of you.

They pay us in freedom.

- Sergei wasn't saying anything.

It's just that your apartment's so small

and I have to move anyways,

so it gave me a base to look from.

- No offense.

I apologize.

I'll see you all this evening?

(faint pop music)

- What a jerk.

- Robby, don't be such a pill.

- He's my director, I have to invite him.

- Well, we've got to go.

We've got lots to do.

- Yeah, I'll see you later.

I gotta get some stuff at the office.

- At Dad's lab?

- Yeah.

- The Dream Room?

- Nobody knows where that is, Robby.

- I know, I know, it' just a
shame his work is gone forever.

- No, I'm just going
to the Naval Hospital.

I'll see you guys later.

(ominous music)

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Fine with me.

- What's up, Sergei?

- Roger Wratka is going an
anti-terrorism commercial.

I wanna get you an audition.

- Who's Wratka? That name's familiar.

- Wratka is that conservative
media consultant.

He's the one that did the
last presidential campaign.

(laughing)

- Of course, I know his work.

Didn't he do that commercial,
"Red Dawn Over Massachusetts?"

I really don't think so, Sergei.

- You're gonna turn down Roger Wratka?

You should be so lucky.

He's a very busy man, my dear.

He's got a timer on his desk

set for two minute phone
calls, even for the president.

Thank you.

- He's just so simplistic.

I mean, his commercials are
so stupid and exploitive.

- But they work.

I'm gonna get you an audition

and you're gonna change your mind.

- I'm not saying the Cold War is over

but I think we oughta give it a try.

- If it is, doing one of his commercials

will be like doing a period piece.

You will be in a museum and I will go.

- Thank you for trying, Sergei.

You're really great to me but Wratka?

- See you this evening.

Look beautiful.

- Gorbachev, freedom is not
a right, it's a privilege.

Is it freedom to hurt someone's feelings?

To say something others
might disagree with?

To paint a painting I don't like.

No!

To me, the flag is literally alive.

If an old lady and the flag were drowning,

I'd save the flag.

Being American means being tough.

As Lee Atwater said, "Guns
don't kill people, liberals do."

(gunshot booming)

- [TV Announcer] Paid for
by "Jenkins For Senate."

- [Man] Roger, how's it look?

- Yeah, I'm looking at a cut
right now, Andy, it looks good.

- [Andy] Excellent.

- Yeah.

We'll start the negative stuff tonight.

The real anti-communist stuff.

- [Andy] But what about
my positive commercials?

- Positives?

- [Andy] Yeah, you know,
my new ideas, positives.

- Look, Congressman,

positives are for those
little media suck heads

that jerk off to while we slam dunk

this Nazi Communist
crypto-faggot queer bait Miller.

- [Andy] Yeah, but didn't--

- Trust me, trust me, look,
if it worked for the president

it'll work for you.

- [Andy] I guess so.

- Okay, yeah, you got 10 seconds more.

I got a two minute maximum on phone calls.

Now make your point.

- [Andy] Well if Atwater says--

- Right, okay, great.

I love you, right, don't ever change.

Bye.

(girl giggling)

Two minute maximum on any phone call.

Strictly enforced.

I don't care if it's the
President of the United States

on the phone, that's why I got the timer.

Now you got the photos for
that negative Anderson spot?

- Here they are, sir.

The casting people just sent them over.

- You know, your breasts are looking

very lovely tonight, my dear.

(giggling)

- Thank you, sir.

- Perhaps you can come by a
little bit later on tonight

and we'll play "wet nurse."

- I'd be honored, sir.

- There's no reason in the
world to give up mother's milk.

- [Woman] No reason,
sir, no reason at all.

- Keeps me young.

Keeps me hip, it keeps
me in tune with America.

- That's what keeps you in
touch with the '90s, sir.

- Absolutely.

Absolutely.

And I have it on good authority

that there's some very
high people in the Pentagon

who will not use Cremora.

They have entire battalions
of wet nurses just waiting.

(giggling)

Let's see what we got there.

What is this?

Who sent this dog?

What is this?

Is this somebody's sister?

No!

Ugh!

Ugh, maybe!

Woof!

Ah, maybe.

Well...

Interesting.

(somber music)

- Hey, save it for the party, guys.

- Oh, what party?

- Robby's going away party.

I took the mess hall down at the base.

- Hey, that's great.

Thanks, Shana.

We'll see you tonight.

- Excellent!

- See you there, bye.
- Okay, bye.

(ominous music)

- They never found the body?

- Nope, they never found her dad's body.

(military drumming)

(man groaning)

(huffing)

- [Man] Hey, what the
hell's going on out there?

Hey, can't a man have
any peace and quiet?!

Bedlow, it's you!

What the hell?

How did you?

Hey, what're you doing?!

Whoa!

Hey!

Goddamn, let go!

Bedlow, when I get out of here,

I'm packing heat, I'm gonna
get you, you hear me?!

Goddamn it.

(ominous music)

(groaning)

(eerie music)

- Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy, where are you?

- Shana?

What's my daughter doing here?

- Dad, are you hurt?

- [Father] Shana.

- Bye, bye, baby.

- No! No!

No! No!

(sinister music)

(yelling)

- Shana and her bloody movies.

(Shana yelling in movie)

- Hey, that's my sister getting killed.

- No shit, she's great.

They're showing this movie
all the time these days.

- Yeah, it's the Shana
Bedlow film festival.

I like it.

Which one's this?

- "B.J. Butt at the O.K. Corral."

(laughing)

- Yeah, one of her early works.

- Ginger?

- Dad?

- Your father?

- No, I'm so sorry.

Must've just been hearing things.

(Shana screaming in movie)

- [Man] Where is that old fart?

(groaning)

(door creaking)

- [Father] Clapper on.

(clapping)

(keys jingling)
(Shana screaming in movie)

- [Ginger] Clapper on, clapper off.

(clapping)

(clapping)

What?

(clapping)

(clapping)

Who is this?!

(clapping)

(clapping)

(groaning)

(ominous music)

- Ginger.

- Dad!

Dad, is that you?!

What happened?!

- Ginger, listen to me.

I love you but I'm gonna
be dead again soon.

They'll never let me go
now that they've found me.

- We can get out of here.

- Shut up!

I'm sorry, darling, but listen, no time.

- What's the matter?

Why are you doing this?

- There's spies everywhere.

Don't trust anyone.

The good guys are bad,
the bad guys are worse.

They've taken over the
Mind Control Division.

Your work isn't safe either.

Wratka, remember that name.

- Rennert, here.

Hello Dobson, what's up?

Guard 34?

No, you don't have to, I'll check it out.

- They're here.

I want you girls to let the
world know about my work.

That's America's best protection.

(Shana screaming on movie)

- Are you sure we should kill him?

- Doubt me?!

They only let him escape
when he told us everything.

All we need now is key.

- Ginger, take this key.

You know where we stored everything?

- After you sold the house?

- That's where it is.

- Look, let me just call the police.

- Our research is top secret.

The Navy won't let them near it.

They'll close the case quicker
than Mother Teresa's legs.

- How about the press?

- In America?

They won't believe you
until you give them a tour.

You're gonna have to go without them.

(door creaking)
(ominous music)

- Leave him alone!

- Get out of the way!

A pretty girl ain't no bulletproof vest.

(sinister music)

- They just don't care, darling.

(rapid gunfire booming)

(groaning)

(Ginger screaming)

(rapid gunfire booming)

(sinister music)

My love to Shana.

(Ginger crying)

- Do we ice the girl too?

- Of course.

- Please, wait, just another second.

- All right.

- Sentimental fool!

You probably think you
can get blowjob from her.

(television commotion)

- Damn.

(ominous music)

- All right, enough!

Raise your weapon.

Hands.

And...

Fire.
- Freeze!

What's going...

Who's in command here?!

- I am, sir, Commander Morris Johnson.

Attached to the Navy
Special Forces, First Class.

- Who's the dead man?

- [Morris] Colonel Shane Bedlow.

- The scientist?

- Precisely.

It seems that he faked his
own death in order to defect.

He came back to steal some files.

I guess Wilson just got in the way.

- That's all lies!

They kidnapped him!

Besides, we heard the guard
while we were talking.

- You know your father was an
accomplished ventriloquist.

- [Ginger] Yes, but--

- Sir, I ask you, what kind of man

would lie to his own daughter?

- Let's get up, lady!

- They killed him for this key.

- What key?

- Yes, what key?

I'll keep my eyes open for that key,

although I don't know
what she's talking about.

- A daughter will say a lot of things

to protect her father's memory.

It's sweet but it's wrong.

I'm taking you in.

- You were very good.

Perhaps I can give you blowfish someday.

- Uuuuh.

Nah.

(Shana moaning in movie)

- Hey!

Isn't that your sister?

- Yeah.

(moaning)

- She's gotta get a new agent.

(dramatic music)

(moaning)

- You know, I shot one of
my first movies down here.

- "O.K. Corral."

- "B.J. Butt" and the very same, Mother.

- That's the one where you
take forever to die, right?

- What would you say, Mom?

15 minutes of screen time
from initial incision.

- I think you need a new agent, darling.

(laughing)

I'll see you two later.

- Mom, aren't you coming?

- No, you need some time alone.

I'll see you at the party.

- Your mom hates me.

- No, she's still upset about our dad.

- I know it's only been a month

but is she ever gonna forgive me?

- Well, you shouldn't have asked her

to forge his signature at the wake.

- But he'd written a
letter of recommendation.

I mean, no one else knew where
your father' work was going.

I wanted to know.

- Yawn, I guess.

- I mean, wiring the brain to holograms

so we could confront our
memories in the flesh.

- I'm getting worried about you.

I feel like you care more
about him dead than me alive.

- [Robby] Doll.

- [Shana] You might be
the only one who wants

to use the Dream Room for good.

Everyone else wants to use to
for torture or mind control.

There's even supposed to be some renegade,

anti-Gorbachev KGB after the damn thing.

- Look, I tell you, they kidnapped him!

- Look yourself!

Now, I'm a very open-minded fellow

but I don't see a shred of
evidence for what you're saying.

- What are you holding me on?

- I'm not sure yet.

- Trespassing?

I work here.

Resisting arrest?

They didn't even try.

- Comforting a fugitive.

I'm gonna lock you in here
while I decide what to do.

Do a little investigating.

- You want him dead, don't you Mom?

- Dead is an exaggeration

but if I found him in the
freezer, I'd serve him for lunch.

- Mother, I don't know.

- I'm sorry, dear, he just
makes me uncomfortable.

- Well, he makes everyone feel that way

but he's really not so bad.

- He's a worm.

(chuckling)

- Mom, if you don't like him, just say so.

- I just think that you might,

you might be clutching at
stuff because of your father.

- You know, actually,

I think Robby has put up
with a lot since then.

- Then why won't you set a date?

- Because we're not ready.

- Because you're engaged to a tapeworm.

(chuckling)

- Well, you're on to us, Mom.

The real reason is we haven't decided

whether to have our child the human way

or just save ourselves
the time and trouble

and break off a little segment of Robby.

(ominous military drum music)

- Hi.

Thought I'd come a little
early and help out.

- [Robby] Great, thanks.

- Happy Rob's leaving?

- Thanks a lot.

- It's just a joke, take it easy.

- Sergei, blow up some balloons.

- Love to.

Got nothing else to do.

When you hire me, you
get your money's worth.

- You are a crackup, Sergei.

- I was wondering about your father's work

in the Dream Room.

- What about it?

How do you know about it?

- Otis the projectionist told me.

I was just wondering if it
might replace the movies.

All you have to do now is
just hire a screenwriter,

sit out in front of the theater and think.

But on the other hand,

X-rated films would get a little messy.

- Yeah, it is amazing but it's all lost.

- You can't live in the past forever.

- Sergei, I can't discuss this with you.

I don't know how Otis knows
about it but it's top secret.

- Well there is a triangle
between the director,

a projectionist and his
actors that is sacred.

- Well, whatever.

As long as the relevant resemblance

is to the Bermuda Triangle.

- Bermuda Triangle?

That's where I made that sci-fi PBS film.

- "Bermuda Bum."

Right, the plot was,
"What I the Berlin Wall

"had been built in Bermuda."

(laughing)

(popping)

(somber music)

- [Ginger] Damn, no outside line!

(dial clicking)

- [Man] Security.

- Is this security?

- [Man] Yeah.

- Bruce?

- Yeah?
- Bruce, hi, this is Ginger.

- Oh yeah.
- Ginger Bedlow, fourth floor.

- [Bruce] Yeah.

- Yeah, you know, funny thing.

You know Lt. Rennert?

He's a good friend of mine and somehow

he locked me into his office.

- [Bruce] That Rennert for you.

- Could you come up and get me out?

Oh, that'd be great.

Great, okay, yeah.

- [Bruce] Here I come.

(exciting rock music)

' Big long, big long '

' She's got a brand
new color in her hair '

' A can colored green '

' She would love to drive in your way '

' A full love machine '

' She's got a favorite couch in her hair '

' Where you can sit right down '

' You can whisper your favorite words '

' And watch her head
spin round and round '

' It's in a big long '

' All in a big long '

' It's in a big long '

' Big long, big long '

' It's in a big long '

' All in a big long '

' It's in a big long can '

' She's got a favorite love in her hair '

' Where you can both be seen '

' Champaign and slippers
and gloves on her hand '

' A place where girls
can dream, hey, hey '

' She's got an Elvis braid in her hair '

' She knew it'd always go far '

' And if you wanna go downtown '

' You gotta move on '

' It's in a big long, all in a big long '

(party commotion)

- I just heard that Roger
Wratka got Shana's picture.

- Who, pray tell, is he?

- Wratka's the one that does
all those campaign commercials.

- [Louise] Which ones?

- All those heavy-hitting
campaign commercials

that everybody complains about.

Well, he is, actually, he
breastfeeds off of new madiens

and sells it to children
when he's through with them.

But it is a good opportunity for her.

(laughing)

(cheering)

- Free Bird!

Yeah!

Do it!

(exciting rock music)

' Soul '

' Possession '

' Soul '

' Possession '

- You know, there is a sacred triangle

between a director,
projectionist and his girlfriend.

Hang on, baby.

(ominous music)

- You okay?

- Hi, thanks.

- What happened? What's wrong?

- Nothing, nothing, I'm fine.

(groaning)

Sorry, Bruce, I'll explain later.

Shit.

(suspenseful tempo music)

' Soul '

' Possession '

(exciting rock music)

' Soul '

' Possession is what she said '

' A matter of time '

' She's so precious, she's unusual '

' She's gone more times instant music '

' Soul '

' Possession '

(party commotion)

' She's so precious, she's so casual '

' She's gotten more turns than one never '

' Soul '

' Possession '

Ginger, what's wrong?

- It was Dad, I saw him.

He was alive.

- What?

(Ginger crying)

- What's happened?

- Well, Ginger says--

- It's Dad.

He was alive, I saw him.

But they killed him again.

- Oh my God.
- Yes.

- Mom.

Mom.

(crying)

- Are you sure?

- I know what I saw.

They must've tortured him.

No one will believe me.

But I hid the key.

- Shall we get it?

- I already tried,
they're guarding the area.

The best thing we can do is just lay low.

- [Robby] Shana, I gotta go.

Commander won't give me leave.

- It's funny, having gone
through this already.

- [Robby] Goodnight, all.

Ginger, ma'am.

- I'll walk Robby out.

(crickets chirping)

- I know.

Just too awful to believe.

I mean,

who would do such a thing?

I mean, the Colonel wouldn't
hurt anyone, much less...

Louise gonna be all right?

- [Shana] Yeah.

She and Ginger are gonna
stay with me awhile.

(dramatic music)

- Call you real soon.

- Bye.

(crowd commotion)

- [Man] Rob, thanks for
lending me the air horn.

- Take care of the horn for me?

(foreboding music)

- Robby and his damn air horn.

Where's Mom?

- On the couch.

- Excuse me, sorry, excuse me.

- Why did they do it?

Why did they kidnap him?!

I was sure Robby saw him get on that plane

that crashed in the ocean.

- Maybe the plane was hijacked or...

Or diverted and all the
other people killed.

I don't know.

It's all too awful.

- Tell me what he said.

- His last words?

"My love to Shana."

(dramatic music)

- What else did he say?

- Do you know the name Wratka?

- Sure, just recently.

Why?

- Dad said remember it, that's all I know.

Okay, listen,

the keys are to the locker
we stored everything in

after the move.

That's where the Dream Room is.

Dad built a secret chamber under
the locker no one suspects.

- [Shana] Who else knows?

- No one, I just found out.

- I thought you worked together.

- He blindfolded me the two times I went.

He thought it would be
too dangerous for me

to know where the room was.

And he was right.

- What's the room like?

- It's the most beautiful experience.

I mean, you feel like you
never have to come back.

Let's go!

- We can't, not for a long time.

- Why?

- Because they're just
waiting for us to lead them.

- So what do we do now?

- You stay here tonight.

I'll make Mom some milk.

Tomorrow, turn yourself into Rennert.

There really isn't a case.

In a few years, we'll have
a reunion with Dad again

in the Dream Room.

- Goodnight.

- [Ginger] Love you.

(foreboding music)

- Who are these guys?

- We killed your husband

and we would be happy
to kill your daughter

if she does not tell us where the key is.

- You killed my husband!

You!
- Mom!

(ominous music)

- We have no interest in you, lady.

It's your daughters who
need to do the talking.

Hey, where's the other girl?

- There is no other girl.

- Right.

If you leave, we're gonna
kill these two right now!

You two, check it out.

- There was a reason I carried this.

(ominous tempo music)

Hey, asshole!

(gunshot booming)

(booming)
(groaning)

- Mom.

- The lady was packing heat.

Son of a bitch!

- Are you okay, darling?

We have all night to be in pain.

- Your father would've been proud of me.

Love to Shana.

You girls, you take care of each other.

- I hate teary death scenes.

(booming)

- Mother.

You all right?

Mom.

Mom.

Mom, you were great.

Crazy but great.

You bitch!

(thudding)

(groaning)

- You and your pussy are
gonna pay for that one.

Maybe we'll take it out on your sister.

(laughing)
(Ginger whimpering)

(men laughing)

- Shana!

(whimpering)

(laughing)

- [Mogo] Yes.

(laughing)

- Do something.

- Relax.

You'll get your turn.

Watch, listen,

learn.

You could use this in
your next performance.

Critics will remark on how the realism

of the performance of
the rape victim seems.

- They call me Mojo.

More johnson than you've ever seen.

Check it out, Dean,
what do you think, huh?

- Oh, Mojo, have a hog there.

(laughing)

- [Sonja] Oh Mojo.

- [Dean] What do you say?
You ready, baby, huh?

- Hey, Mojo?

Did you know that 75
percent of all gang rapists

can't get it up?

- Yeah, well you're looking
at the 25 percent that can.

(laughing)

- They say it has something to do

with everyone standing
around talking about it.

- What the?
(Dean laughing)

I said, shut that bitch up!

- Oh, what's the matter, dear?

- Don't worry about it.

This is the way it gets
just before it turns

into 10 miles of pink steel.

- Yeah?

It always gets incredible soft?

(laughing)

- What's the matter, darling?

- Hey, boss, it looks like
Mojo's nice and slack.

(laughing)

- Don't, you'll just
make him self conscience.

- I said, shut her up!

- Hope I didn't break anything.

- Don't worry, you'll get your turn.

- Yeah.
(laughing)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey!

(horn honking)

- Let's get the fuck out of here!

- Rape! Rape!

(horn blowing)

Rape!

Rape!

(horn blowing)

(gunshot booming)
(horn muting)

- Get Morris Johnson out!

I will take care of these.

- [Mojo] Sonja, I'm sorry.

- Never use my name!

Just another reason to kill them.

You saved her honor

but not her life.

(gunshot booming)

(groaning)

Just a few extra seconds
for you to feel guilty.

He only would've raped her.

- Oh, don't listen to her.

The joke's on them.

I hid the key in that office.

- Thank you.

Last words never disappoint.

You have 10 seconds to contemplate

the completeness of your failure.

- Jesus Christ, come on!

(Sonja laughing)

(suspenseful music)

Come on

Just one more step!

- I'm dying, get out of here!

- Come on!

- Get out of here!

(suspenseful music)

(explosion rumbling)

(fire crackling)
(dramatic music)

(water bubbling)

(sighing)

- Where is that key I asked you to get?

- Oh yeah, we searched the
office, we couldn't find it.

- Idiots!

I work with idiots!

There's an emergency at the Kremlin.

We've captured American
spy that won't talk.

We need Dream Room now!

- [Mojo] Yeah right, lady.

- Five minutes.

- What about five minutes
we me in the tub, huh?

- Why don't you come on
in and join me, Mojo?

- Maybe I will while it's hot.

Whoa, that's ice cold!

(laughing)

- Of course!

Siberian hot tub.

It took me a long time to
find in Southern California.

It even keeps my vodka cold.

Five minutes.

(footsteps scuffing)

- This is the worst part of my job

but I need leads as fresh as possible.

- As fresh as the corpses you mean.

(chuckling)

- Let me put on some coffee.

- Whatever.

(eerie music box chiming music)

(mumbling)

- Just a minute, Shana.

You're okay.

- Oh, where's Robby, did he call yet?

- He's not here yet.

I'm sure he'll be back soon.

- Do you have any leads?

- No.

I do have a name, Morris Johnson.

"Mojo."

But the only problem is, I
think you heard that name

from your sister concerning
a legitimate military action

and decided to get a little revenge.

- What about the other three?

Sonja?

- Her and the others,
probably just another Navy guy

just like the rest of them.

- The one's in the masks?

- [Rennert] Yes.

- I want Robby.

Sonja, Mojo, there's no one in here.

- Those are all the known
or suspected operatives

and no Sonja?

- I promise you, I wanted
to see her but I didn't.

(ominous music)

- There he is.

- Shit!

(suspenseful music)

Sonja, the older sister, she's not dead!

If you don't get her, I'm
gonna tell them everything!

I got nothing to say to you all.

- Wait a minute, detective,
I can't be sure this is him.

I don't know if he's the same person.

(groaning)

Yeah, it's him.

- [Man On Phone] Rennert,

some very important people

want you to release your prisoner, Mojo.

- Morris Johnson?

- [Man On Phone] On his own recognizance.

- Very piacular.

- I don't get it.

Why do we have to do this?

- Cause your fiance's a bit too talkative.

- Just look at it this way,

if this were Milan

this would be the penalty
for picking your nose!

(screaming)

(foreboding music)

- Come on.

Jesus Christ!

(phone ringing)

- [Robby On Phone] Shana,
darling, this is Robby.

Please pick it up!

- Robby! Robby!

The most horrible thing...

Wait, shit, I have to
turn off the machine.

- [Robby On Phone] Shana,
that's my finger you got there.

- Oh, Jesus.

- Baby, you gotta do what they say.

- All right, honey,
but when can I see you?

- Look, lady, you'll see
him when you tell Rennert

that Mojo isn't the guy who did nothing.

- But I can't, they killed my family!

- Maybe but nothing's gonna bring him back

and pretty soon they're gonna kill

the rest of the family you got left.

- [Rennert] Are you ready, Shana?

- I can't go.

I don't think that guy did it.

You know, I remembered the name

and so when I saw his name on the uniform,

I just took a while guess.

- [Rennert] Are you sure?

A lot of what you said checks out.

- Do you remember that "Twilight Zone"

where the rape victim kept thinking

that everyone she saw did it?

- Right, after her husband
killed the first guy.

- That's me.

I saw 10 of those guys on the way home.

I'm real sorry.

- Are you sure?

You seemed so positive.

- I know, that's what's so scary.

- Then I'll leave you alone.

Please call me.

Then I'll be going.

(phone ringing)

- Yes?

- [Sanja] We are watching.

Very nice.

Very, very nice.

- Where's Robby?

- Wait for his car on Balboa Island.

Please do not entertain
any charming thoughts,

melodramatic thoughts of revenge.

Having Robby back will
not be all milk and honey.

(foreboding music)

(phone ringing)

- I'll be there, leave me alone!

- [Sergei] Shana, it's Sergei.

You got the audition.

- Oh, thanks Sergei.

Things are really tough right now.

- Yeah, I know, I heard the news.

But I thought, well, it might
get your mind off of things.

You know, it is Roger
Wratka, the producer.

- Wratka?

- I thought you might--

- Yeah, I can at that, I can at that.

When is it?

- [Sergei] Friday at three.

(exciting beat music)

- I wonder who changed her mind.

Who got to her?!

(ominous music)

- [Mojo] Sonja, thanks for coming.

- You're a sloppy operative, Mojo.

All we need is to find that key.

- We've searched this entire office over.

- Then we reconstruct her actions.

Dean, where he was.

- Here?

- Mojo, sit where she was.

Down.

Now, reach everywhere she
could possible put it.

- I don't see the key--

- That's not what I said!

Reach!

Touch!

Every single thing.

(Dean laughing)

Oh, Mojo, really look!

- I'm looking!

- You're not!

(ominous music)

You see?

I was right.

How you say in America?

"Carrot, where carrot is due."

- Or as they say in your country,

"Borscht, where borscht is due."

(Dean laughing)

- I believe we have delivery to make.

(suspenseful music)

- Robby, are you all right, Robby?

Robby?

- [Dean Voiceover] "You
think he looks bad now?

"Wit till you testify.

"Love, The Bad Guys."

(Dean laughing)

(sinister music)

(dramatic music)

- Mom,

Dad,

Ginger.

Whoever killed you,

whoever defiled your graves, I will find

and I will destroy.

And Dad, rest assured, your life's work

will not be used for evil.

I'm going to find them all,

Sonja, Mojo

and the ones behind the masks,

and they will all die.

(somber music)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- [Ben On Phone] Shana?

- Ben.

- Yeah, listen,

I'm really sorry about what
happened to your family.

I just heard the news and

it's horrible.

Is there anything I can do?

- No, that's very kind of you

but we just had a private service.

- [Ben On Phone] What about Robby?

- They chopped his finger
off and now he's catatonic.

- Well, every cloud had a silver lining.

- Listen, have you ever worked

with a guy named Roger Wratka?

- Wratka?

- [Shana On Phone] Yes.

- Yeah, I'm afraid I have, why?

- Well, I think he has
something to do with all this.

- Let me tell you a
little story about Wratka.

I worked with Wratka
on a movie that he made

called "The Willy Horton Story."

I also knew him in college.

I was teaching theater and he was majoring

in amateur gynecology.

He was the first one to tap the potential

of the campus TV station for
the student council election.

And there was this guy

who everybody thought was a total wimp

and everybody hated him, right?

But Wratka made all these commercials

showing this guy in soft focus

and then he made all
these other commercials

showing his opponent opening jail cells

and releasing all these criminals.

- Didn't the other guy
have any commercials?

- Well, this is the best part.

When it came time for the
student council debates

and the two candidates were up there,

they didn't talk about the issues.

They talked about their TV commercials

and the kind of image they
were trying to project.

- Who won?

- Wratka's guy.

- What school was this?

- Now you haven't heard of it

but right after the new student
body president was sworn in,

the school went bankrupt.

There were massive race riots
and everyone was killed.

- Well, that must take the
fun out of class reunions.

No one survived.

- Two people, Wratka and his candidate.

- [Shana] What happened to him?

- He's our president now.

- The president?

- That's right.

The president.

From tiny oaks, mighty acorns grow.

The point is this,

if you want to do anything about

what happened to your family,
you better do it yourself.

Because Roger Wratka is
protected by the president

and nobody's gonna get through to him.

(explosion rumbling)
(intense music)

- Terrorism,

the birthmark on the
ugly face of Communism.

It strikes anywhere and I'm
congressman Axle Jenkins,

the casual anti-communist.

And a vote for me is a vote for...

Shit!

- Cut!
- What's my line?

- Cut!

Congressman, congressman!

Axle, Axle.

The line reads like this.

"I'm congressman Axle Jenkins.

"A vote for me is a vote for freedom.

"A vote for my opponent is, well,

"you might as well kill this little girl,

"you red commie scum!"

- Isn't that a little harsh?

- It's a joke.

- Oh, the "kill this girl" part?

- No, the "red commie scum" part.

- I kinda like the "kill this girl."

- It's got a nostalgic feel to it.

A little McCarthy.

All right, everybody back to one!

- Everybody back to one!

Roger, that Shana girl's here.

- Where you got her, in back?

- I got her back in makeup.

She's all ready for the
"kill the girl" line.

- Congressman, take five minutes, okay?

Take five.

- All right.

- Hello, Shana.

Roger Wratka.

- Hello, pleasure to meet you.

- [Roger] Nice to meet you.

- You know that car you just blew up?

- Yeah.

- It looks exactly like mine.

- It was.

Just a joke.
(laughing)

(laughing)

This makeup is not gonna work.

What do you think, Shana?

- Yeah, I think it looks kinda fake too.

I man, I could try some
more if you’d like.

- It's not the color.

It's the actual absence of
physical damage to the tissues.

Get down and play dead for me.

(groaning)

Not bad.

Not bad.

You see, we're doing an
anti-terrorism commercial

and our candidate needs to

shape an image of his opponent

to underscore the murderous
ways of the liberals.

You become a very important person because

you're the person the audience
needs to want to live.

That lovely, lovely face.

- Okay, R.W. we're ready!

- I'm needed elsewhere.

We'll be getting back with you.

- I hate auditions.

(ominous music)

- [Man] Frankly, Shana, I don't
see anything wrong with him.

Except for the obvious
shock of losing a finger.

How'd that happen again?

- Electric can opener.

- Can opener?

- Exactly.

You can imagine our shock.

- And it's very energy wasteful.

- Well, I was doing
this '70s revival play,

"Love In the Age of Disco"

and Robby was helping me.

Sort of a sense memory kinda thing.

We were using the can opener unsupervised.

It was crazy.

- Well, he can stay a few
days if you're concerned.

- Well, I really would appreciate it.

(ominous music)

There he is.

(foreboding music)

- [Roger] Just in time, Mojo.

- I thought I was being followed.

- Relax.

The dumb bitch is too afraid
to do anything anyhow.

- The military museum
is perfect cover, Robby.

Only open on the weekends.

They can do whatever they want.

I'm gonna take you back to the hospital.

I got some business to attend to.

(foreboding music)

- So what are we here for?

- You're real touchy, aren't you?

- We're here to divide up the test.

We have the key.

We know that key only goes
to a certain storage locker.

The Ultimate Storage Company.

- So what's the problem?

- They have 75 facilities in I. alone.

That means there are at
least 75 lockers 143,

so we divide into four,

how you say in your country?

"Many hands make light work."

- Or as they say in your country,

"It takes more than one gulag
to make an Archipelago."

(laughing)

- I assume you meant that
as an insult, Mr. Mojo?

- Yes, I did.

- Now, boys and girls,
let's not lose sight

of what has brought us
together in common cause.

I have no great love for Sonja.

Or for her Neo-Stalinistic
faction of the KGB.

- Oh, darling, it sounds so
naughty when you say that.

- And she's not a big fan of my clients.

The next wave of the new
conservative revolution.

But we all agree that the new
leaders of the Soviet Union

have, how should we say,

confused the issues to the
people on both countries.

Anything we can do to help Sonja

helps us both.

And I have not put 10
congressman, 20 senators

and a president in the office
to watch all of our values

and our rhetoric made a mockery of

by some peace mongering ruski!

Present company accepted, my dear.

- You're right, boss, I'm sorry.

Sorry, Sonja.

- It's okay.

None of it are new to me.

- Well, let's get to work.

(ominous tempo music)

- I'm gonna go down there
with a different hairdo

and everything and make
like these artillery shells

turn me on and stuff.

Just when he lets his guard down,

"bam, bam" right into
the base of his skull.

One-by-one, the little scum will fall.

(ominous beat music)

(gun clicking)

- Yeah, I think this is her.

Thanks.

(sensual music)

- Hello, is anyone here?

Hello?

- [Mojo] Yes?

- I'm here for the museum.

- [Mojo] Didn't you see the sign?

It's closed on weekdays.

- I must've missed it.

Maybe you can give me the
private tour, kind sir.

- Perhaps I will at that.

- I heard you've got a lot of big guns.

- What's your name?

- Charlotte.

Charlotte Ann.

- Charlotte Ann, huh?

I knew a girl looked just like you once.

- Really?

- But her name was Shana.

- Hmmm, I have a sister by that name.

- Do you?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well there's only one
real way to find out.

My Shana always carried
a gun in her purse.

- What?!

- Whoa, what do we have here?

Yup, thought I knew you.

Didn't you go to Rydell High?

- No, I went to school,
here, on the planet Earth.

- Did you now?

Don't you remember me?

The boy most likely to
fuck your brains out?

- Must've been a different class.

It was a big school.

- Let me refresh your memory, bitch.

Come on.

- Wait.

- What for?

- Wait, I have an idea.

Your boss, Roger.

- Yeah?

- He appreciates pretty girls, right?

- Yeah.

- Now, he'd be real impressed

if you brought me back untouched.

Am I right?

- Yeah.

- So, make me a present or something.

To him.

I'll make sure he gives you a shot.

I'll even put in a good word for you.

- Really?

- Sure.

Finders keepers, am I right?

So, but this way, you get bonus points.

- Yeah, yeah, I'll go call him right now.

- No, no, no, no.

Let's make it a surprise.

- Yeah, yeah.

Let's get out of here.

No, no, no, no, we'll take my car.

I ain't falling for that.

You drive.

No tricks or I'll blow your brains out.

Buckle up, babe.

(engine rumbling)

(ominous beat music)

Go over the bridge.

(exciting beat music)

Hey, I know that guy.

Go over by those pre-built houses.

Hey, pull over, will you?!

- Why?

- I'll blow your brains out.

- I don't want...

- Look out!

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot popping)

(gunshot popping)

(gunshot popping)

Let's get going.

(ominous music)

Your bimbo outfit kinda
matches the interior of my car.

No more fucking tricks, you understand?

- Okay.

No tricks.

- [Mojo] Where are you going?!

I said no tricks!

Now pull over!

- You're not gonna do anything.

- You're right, I'm
not, the jerk asked me.

I can wait.

- Well, look out.

(suspenseful music)

- Look out!

(thudding)

Goddamn, I just got done
paying for this thing!

What're you doing?!

- Making a stop.

- I've got a wife, kids,
four, five, six of 'em!

- No you don't!

- [Mojo] I could!

Wait!

Hey!

(glass shattering)

(yelling)

(ominous music)

- You could learn a lot from a dummy.

Dean, Dean, Dean, only your first name.

Yes, very nice.

(gunshots booming)
(tires screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(booming)

(gunshots booming)

(gunshots booming)

(ominous beat music)

Shit.

(booming)

I've learned something from
all these stupid movies.

Usually a few more guys around.

(suspenseful music)

(chuckling)
(gunshot booming)

(suspenseful music)

(gunshots booming)

Fuck!

(booming)

(ominous music)

(laughing)

(clapping)

- Wonderful, Shana, Shana, beautiful!

Perfect! Perfect!

Come on down here.

(Shana huffing)

You looked great, you looked so natural.

That was wonderful.

Sorry this little extravaganza here.

But, you know, most callback auditions,

they're so boring, they're so monotonous.

People get all worked up.

I do kind of a reverse Stansloski
thing here, you like it?

- I was using live ammo.

- Oh, right, so were we!

Isn't that terrific?

I mean, it gave a lightness,
a realism for the scene.

You start the--

- I hate callbacks.

How're you doing, honey?

I tell you, auditions
get weirder every day.

- Hello, Miss Bedlow.

He's doing much better today.

- Oh, it was nice to see you.

Thanks, Ellen.

- No problem.

- Doctor says you're getting better.

He likes your vital signs.

I got Mojo.

The guy that got Mom, Dad,
Ginger and did this to you.

I didn't even have to shoot him.

It was just another traffic statistic.

Now I just got a couple more to go.

Next it's gonna be Dean.

I got his address out of Mojo's book.

Think I'll pay him a visit in the morning.

(ominous beat music)

(knocking)

- Yeah?

What do you want, doll?

- Fuller Bush sales girl.

- Don't you mean, "Fuller Brush?"

- No mistake, fella.

Wanna see a sample?

(laughing)

- Yeah, sure.

- Come on then.
(phone ringing)

- Oh, shit.

Shit! Shit!

Wait right here, okay?

Just wait, I'll be right...

No, no, come on in, come on
in, I gotta get the phone.

I'll be right with you.
(phone ringing)

Yeah?

What do you mean, "get out of here?"

- I'll be waiting for you, darling.

- There's this sweetest
little piece of ass

I've seen in six months and
she's just dying for it, man.

You want me to ice her?

Mojo?

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Okay, this is gonna be tough.

Why don't we knock her
off after I pound her?

(foreboding music)

All right, all right, all right.

You owe me a blowjob!

- Don't you want to see my sample box?

- One minute, honey.

(gun clicking)

(ominous music)

All right, babe,

you and I have some
unfinished business to settle.

Just so you don't get your hopes up.

- Let go of me!

- I'll let go of you.

The boys told me to ice you right away,

except I didn't think it would be too fair

if you miss out on a chance
of a little action with me.

Lift your shirt.

Just like in your movies.

(laughing)

(groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicking)

(yelping)

(groaning)

- Shit!

(suspenseful music)

Sorry!

(grunting)

(quirky music)

(laughing)

- Beat it, creep.

(groaning)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

No, no, really, I'm sorry.

- Oh but the pleasure was all mine.

- Hate to beat and run.

(laughing)

Ugh.

- He's getting away, slut cake.

- Shit.

- Valid point.

- Shoes!

(moaning)

The Bushwater Center.

- Shit.

(suspenseful music)

(Dean groaning)

Honey, drink some more, it's good for you.

I got him.

I got another one.

Two-bit scum Dean.

All over some shopping mall.

Now I gotta get the rest
of them in one fell swoop.

They know I'm looking for them.

I'm gonna tell them where the locker is

and then surprise them.

How does that sound, love?

Well, I gotta go get things ready.

(ominous music)

Sonja Orloff.

- [Sonja] Who is this?

- You know who this is.

- [Sonja] What do you want?

- You win, I've decided it's time to sell.

- [Sonja] When and where?

- Meet me in the Sepulveda yard
at the Ultimate Storage Co.

Three o'clock this afternoon.

- [Sonja] But that's so soon.

- Yes, I know, that's soon.

- Wait, wait, let's talk about it.

(ominous tempo music)

Darling,

we want to be alone.

- What is it, Sonja?

- It was the girl.

- What did she say?

- The Sepulveda yard.

- Shit.

We wouldn't have been there for weeks.

- Exactly.

- When we blow the lock,

she'll be uncomfortable
close to the explosion.

"A greedy daughter

"killed trying to steal
her father's secrets."

Now while we have the room,

the police will have nothing

and the whole family will
seem like a bunch of cranks.

- Very nice!

Almost an aerostatic impurity to the,

how you say,

scheme?

- Precisely.

(faint pop music)

Sonja.

- Glasnost.

A Russian word meaning

"open it."

- Well, pardon me while I
whip out my perestroika.

(moaning)

(ominous beat music)

- All the time in the world.

- So, what we do now?

- You die.

(gun clicking)

- Very nice!

Very nice!

Come on down here, young lady.

You know, I admire your work tremendously.

- Fuck you, you'll
never get into the room.

- Come on down, come on down and see

the cheap rent-a-car Sonja got me.

Shana, Shana, my love.

Oh, and I will get into the room too.

You see, I have a key now

and a little bit of plastic explosives

for a shot I've got in
mind a little bit later.

- [Shana] So why don't you just kill me?

- Oh, I will, I will.

But, you remember that
commercial you auditioned for?

The one I was working on?

Why, you got the part!

Yeah, but see, I need a
realistic massacre scene

and, well frankly, the stuff
on TV is a little trite.

I need something fresh.

- You mean the world's
first snuff commercial?

- Yes! Yes! Good! Good!

You understand!

(Sonja groaning)

- Come on, you fascist comrades!

Let's go, enough conversation.

You, start throwing this stuff out!

- Wait!

You know, the Colonel, he
wouldn't move this junk

every time we went to work.

Just throw out the empty boxes!

Here we go!

This is more like it!

This is what we were looking for.

Wonderful!

(Sonja speaking foreign language)

Nice.

(ominous music)

Now look what we have here.

(clanking)

- Damn!
- Is that?

- Do you have key?

- No, darling.

Can't you see his hand is hurt?

Robby, you bastard!

- You must, you two must
have a lot to catch up on but

I don't think you'll have time.

Robby, get the explosives.

Shana,

here's your blocking.

Three minute timer,

small explosion.

But you're tied to the couch.

We come in later and
we film the aftermath.

We got a camera rolling right over there,

gonna get the whole event.

Any questions?

- Yeah.

Do I get any residuals?

(laughing)

- Love you, kid.

(ominous music)

- Robby?

Let me see your face.

I know it's you, so there's
no point in the mask.

I just want to see you again.

You're very handsome, darling.

I've missed you.

- Cool your jets, Shana.

I may have been fond of
you once but so what?

You're dead meat.

- We had some good times, didn't we?

You're the only man I really loved, Robby.

- Well--
- You don't have to lie.

- Who's lying?

- You're the best lover too.

You filled me as no man ever has.

- [Robby] Trying to turn me on?

- Maybe.

Robby, there's something
I want you to do for me.

I want you once more before I go.

- Oh, Shana.

- Just tell them you
need to check the ropes.

It's a three minute timer.

You should be able to handle that.

- Don't say it unless you mean it.

- You must be horny from all
that time in the hospital.

Sonja and Roger getting
it on all the time.

Nothing for poor Robby.

I want it, Robby.

Just think,

no birth control.

Robby,

slide my skirt up a little.

(Shana chuckling)

Oh, your hand.

Just think of sliding further, honey.

(moaning)

I'm all warmed up for you, Robby.

- Don't talk like that unless you mean it.

- Just tell them you
need to check the ropes.

- Shana, are you ready?

- Ready as I'll ever be.

- [Roger] Good.

- Is that your amputated
finger in your pocket

or are you just happy to see me?

- Aren't you gonna protect the camera?

- Oh, well, I'm touch by your concern but

I'm going after that

destroyed documentary camera quality.

Sonja,

flip the switch.

- You got it, boss.
(beeping)

- See you in the Dream Room.

- Robby?

(beeping)

I hate method acting.

(beeping)

- [Robby] I'm just gonna
double check the ropes.

- Quickly, Robby.

Thank you, my love,

for granting a horny maiden her last wish.

- You know me, I never could turn it down.

(moaning)

- I know.

I know, love, I know.

It would be so much nicer
if I could hold you.

- Ha! Ha!

You think I was gonna fall for that?

You invited me for dinner and
now I'm gonna eat and run.

- You know, this is nice.

This is enough.

- Nice, baby.

Real nice.
(beeping)

But look at me when you're doing this.

- Oh, Robby, you're being so rough.

- Yeah?

Well this is the first
time on this spy mission

I haven't had to give a
shit about what you think.

This mission is over
and now you're gonna get

10 inches of Cold War!

(moaning)

How's it feel to fuck someone
who killed your whole family?

I was the masked man both times.

- Don't be cruel.

Don't lie.

Oh, Robby, you feel so good.

(moaning)
(beeping)

- That's what they tell me.

- Did you ever love me, Robby?

- Never.

Just like punching a clock.

- Thank you for doing this for me, Robby.

(ominous music)

- Oh, baby.

Oh, baby!

- Easy, boy, easy.

- I don't have time for this.

How much time?

- All the time in the world.

So, when's your next assignment?

- I'm trying to focus, baby.

- Just tell me.

Under covers again?

- When you talk to me you distract me!

- I'm sorry.

Sorry, just curious.

- Oh, baby.

- Just tell me.

(beeping)

Where are you stationed?

- If you don't mind, I got
other things on my mind!

(moaning)

(beeping)

(explosion booming)
(Robby yelling)

(coughing)

(groaning)

- Thanks, Robby.

(snickering)

- Robby should've spoken to me first.

(Roger laughing)

You really should've spoken
to me first, darling.

- Ugh, she used his body as a shield.

- Precisely.

(slicing)

(sinister music)

(screaming)

- Sonja!

(gun cranking)

Take five.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot booming)

(gunshot booming)

(gunshot booming)

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot booming)

(huffing)

(groaning)

(ominous music)

- This is for Mom, Dad,

Ginger

and a whole year with
that scum sucker, Robby.

- Come on, I'll give you
anything that you want.

- Go eat lead!

(booming)

(Roger groaning)

(gunshots booming)

(sighing)

- Are you coming?

- No.

Staying here with my family.

- Where's your family?

- Trust me.

- I'll wait to give you a ride.

- Suit yourself.

(machinery humming)

(rumbling)

(clapping)
(electronic beeping)

(clapping)

(father screaming)

(Ginger screaming)

(screaming)

(clapping)

- Did you ever have one of those dreams

where you're dreaming
while you're dreaming?

- When you can't wake up,
you're dreaming wide awake.

- But when you wake up,

everyone's out of sync.

(echoing words)

(ominous music)

(pleasant chiming music)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(pleasant music)

What do you think, Shana?

Dream Room's not too shabby, huh?

- Yeah, Dad, on the water underground.

(pleasant music)

(laughing)

(ominous music)

- Shana?

Shana?!

(exciting beat music)