Monsters (1988–1990): Season 1, Episode 10 - Pillow Talk - full transcript

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[FATHER SIGHS]

[EXCLAIMING IN ANNOYANCE]

[UTENSILS CLATTERING]

Honey, it's family hour,

there must be something on.

DAUGHTER:
Oh, wow, Candy Critters!

[FATHER EXCLAIMS]

Oh, great. It's Monsters,
our favorite show!

[MONSTROUS LAUGH]



Shh, it's starting.

[MONSTROUS LAUGH]

[FATHER CHUCKLES]

[WOMAN GIGGLING]
MILES: My new house.

It's beautiful.

And it's so exciting.

Wait till I tell
the girls at work

that I went out
with Miles Magnus.

You think they've
heard of me?

Oh, everybody who likes
horror knows you.

You got to be one
of the biggest selling

writers in the world.

Well, the Bible still
outsells me.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]



[HARP GLISSANDO]

You keep your books
in your bedroom?

I-I do all my work here.

Like Proust.

Beg your pardon?

French writer.

Marcel Proust.

He used to write in bed.

You want a beer?

Sure.

I didn't know you wrote
Curse of the Mutilated.

Well, in my early days
before I was famous,

my publisher had me put
some of the stronger stuff

under a pen name.

[ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Come over here.

I never met a really...
famous writer before.

I'm just like
everybody else.

No... you're nicer.

Then it's lucky we met.

What're you working on?

Oh, just the usual thing
I guess.

You're too fast.

Slow down.

I really like you
a lot, Miles.

Don't you... like me?

I think you're
incredibly beautiful,

and wonderful,

and terrific.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[SOFT GROWL]

Why do you like me?

I have an aching void
in my life.

I think you're
the only person
in the world right now

that could fill it.

God, I love the way
you talk.

Nobody... nobody ever
talked to me that way before.

You know
the guys back home,

they would just
say things like,

"Let's fool around,

hurry up, I ain't got
all night.

Really... crude things.

I would never
talk to you that way,
Barbara.

You mean too much
to me.

I respect you
too much.

Just lay back
on the bed.

Relax.

I'll take care
of everything.

[BARBARA LAUGHING]

What're you doing?

I'm just pulling
the sheets down.

I don't wanna
get them wrinkled.

[BARBARA LAUGHING COYLY]

[GROWLING]

[SLOBBERING NOISE]

[MONSTER GROWLING]

[BARBARA GASPING]

[SCREAMING]

[MONSTER GROWLING]

There! I promised
I'd feed you tonight.

[MONSTER BURPING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[HARP GLISSANDO]

Nice place.

Now, where're these
200 books?

Over there.

MILES: You want a beer?

No, thanks. Wow!

Mange Mon Cerveau, in French.

Eat my brains out.

I really like you
a lot, Viki.

As soon as I saw you
at the buffet table
eating shrimp,

I wanted to ask you out
for a drink.

I was really afraid
you wouldn't come.

Death Tongue in German
is Todeszunge.

How neat.

I think you're
incredibly beautiful,

and wonderful,

and terrific.

Oh, look, Miles...

Let's cut through
the romantic garbage.

You see, I have this
instinct about people,

a psychic sort of thing.

And there's something
going on behind your eyes,

some kind of inner
secret life that
really excites me.

So, that's why
I came up here.

To find out what it is
that makes you tick.

I'm just an ordinary guy.

No, I'm never wrong
about these things.

There's something
very special about you.

Something that made you...

different from
the last 200 guys

who tried to pick me up
at publication parties.

You're totally wrong, Viki.

I'm just like
everybody else.

"The soundless scream
is like an ice pick
in my skull.

The unfulfilled desire
breaking over my head

like a tidal wave
of blood."

Give me that.
No, wait. This is good.

How many times
have I tried
to run away

but always the master
calls me back.

To offer another sacrifice
at his cruel altar.

I'll bet there is
more than just one page.

Aha... Oh...

Scribble, scribble, scribble.

You can't see it,
it's personal.

Oh, come on.
Don't be shy.

I'm a writer too.

You never
said that before.

You never asked me.

There's a lot of weird
fantasies in here.

Not the kind of stuff
you expect

other people
to understand.

Don't be silly.

Can it be any
weirder than...

I Drink Your Skin or

Scream Of The Tortured?

[SQUISHING]

What is this?
A waterbed?

Sorta.

It's kinda of...
a new thing.

Here, lean against
this pillow.

Thank you.

I like the way
it starts.

"For some time now,
I have been enslaved by

a hideous alien creature."

I like it when it gets
right to the meat.

I try not to waste
any time.

"The strange
psychological bond
keeps me prisoner.

It may be telepathic,
I cannot say for sure.

All I know is the thought
of leaving my master

fills me with
the deepest dread."

You have a great
imagination.

Just some words
I jotted down.

I've read all your stuff.
This is the best yet.

Thank you.

"When I think that
if I hadn't been

exploring that
old abandoned house,

I never would have
met my mast...

[SOFT RUMBLING]

What's that?

It must have
been that uh...

cheap fizzy champagne
the publisher buys.

No, it wasn't you.

I think your waterbed
is springing a leak.

[SOFT RUMBLING]

I'll drain it next week.

My pajamas or something.

Ah, these pajamas
must be real cozy.

Cold nights.

[STUTTERING]

The cleaning lady was
looking for her shoes
last week.

Had to lend her
a pair of my sneakers
to go home in.

All we have to do
is find the other one
and she'll be so happy.

Yeah, right. Just
forget about
the cleaning lady.

Tell me about you.

Well...
What kind of stuff
do you write?

You know, I think
I'd really like
that beer now.

One beer, ice cold.
Coming right up.

I never drink or eat
anything cold.

Could you run it under
the hot water tap
for a moment?

No problem.

I bet I can guess
what you write.

You do those
romance books.

VIKI: How did you guess?

You look like the pictures
of the authors they put
on the back covers.

You know, these women
who are glamorous

and intelligent
at the same time.

[CLINKING]

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

[CAR DRIVING AWAY]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Viki!

She has my diary.

That means
she knows about us.

[MONSTER GRUNTING]

I can't let her tell.

People would come here
and separate us.

You wouldn't like that.

[MONSTER GROWLING ANGRILY]

You couldn't tell me
your dreams any more.

She thinks she's smart

because I don't know
her last name.

But I'm smarter.

I'll go to a book store
and look up the names

of all the people
who write romance books.

I'll find her.

[MONSTER GROWLING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

VIKI: Miles, it's me, Viki.

I've got to see you.

You took something
that belongs to me.

The manuscript,
it's fascinating.

That's what I want
to see you about.

I'm at 55 Adwell Place,
apartment three.

I'll be waiting.

[DIAL TONE]

[BANGING ON DOOR]

[BANGING ON DOOR]

All right,
where is it?

Uh, first,
let me explain.

You wanna talk? Talk.

Look, I'm sorry for
the way I behaved.

Miles, you must think
that I'm weird or something,

but I read the first page
and I just had to finish it.

I wasn't thinking.

I was reacting emotionally.

It was like
an electric shock
went through me.

Well, sometimes a book
can do that to you.

You could've asked
to borrow it.

Oh, you wouldn't have
lend it to me anyway.

It's not in there,
by the way.

I was struck by...

how much it was like
the things I write.

The same obsessive
insane love,

a longing to escape
combined with

a hopeless submission
to the master

only in my things
the main character
is a young girl.

And the master is a...
handsome English
nobleman.

Look. I think perhaps

we could do a
rewrite together

Set in the...

You want to
collaborate with me?

Yes, I think we'd
make a good team.

What's the matter?
You find romance
drying up?

I've written
dozens of books.

I'm in a rut.

I need a breakthrough.

Horror's where
the action is.

You've given me
no reason
to trust you.

I apologized already.

Don't torture me.

Okay.

Suppose we talk about
working together,

do I get my
manuscript back?

Yes, of course.

I was curious
about your hero.

Where will he end up?

I don't know.
The story isn't finished.

Doesn't he ever
try and get away?

Why can't he
just walk out on
his master?

You don't understand.
He's tried a 1000 times.

But he needs
the master.

But maybe he could find
another relationship,

a different kind.

Different, how?

Like with an equal,

not a master.

I don't think
it would work out.

But how does he know
it won't work out,

if he doesn't try
and make it work out.

[ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Let's go
to my place.

Okay... but later.

I want to spend
the night here.

Whatever you want.

You just relax there
on the bed,

I'll be back
in a minute.

VIKI: You know what's
missing in your book?

Your character never
runs into anyone else.

who has a master
like his own.

Because there's
only one master.

But isn't that odd?

If there's one of them,
there's bound to be others.

The master's very old.

One of an ancient race
that lived on the earth,

before anything else did.

The master remembers
the dinosaurs and the ice age.

And hairy little monkeys
coming down out of
the tree...

and inventing fire.

And the sinking
of Atlantis.

And the building
of the pyramids.

The other old
great ones died out.

The master's the last one.

[DOOR OPENS]

And how does
your hero know this?

Because the master
tells him.

At night when they're
alone together,

in his dreams.

And maybe
the master lies.

Master never lies.

Everything he says is true.

Because he is the truth.

If he could lie,
he would not be
the master,

and I...

I mean the hero,

would not serve him.

I'm sorry.

I guess I take my work
a little seriously sometimes.

I'm a little spooked.

I'm okay now.

The way you talk
about that stuff,

it seems so real to you.

Like you didn't make it up.

Don't be silly.

It's all just fantasy,

just words on paper.

You're very special, Miles.

You're very
special too, Viki.

What can I do to make
everything all right?

Get me an
ice-cold beer,
will you?

You want it
out of a can
or in a glass?

Out of the can.

Get one for
yourself too.

[HORRIFIED SCREAM]

[MONSTER GROWLING]

[YELLING]

[MILES YELLING]

[MONSTER GROWLING]

[YELLING]

You're right, Miles.

Probably wouldn't
have worked out.

[SIGHING]

[MONSTER GROWLING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]