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[MONSTER SIGHS]

[SNIFFLING]

[SIGHS]

I'm...

Not the monster
I used to be.

I admit that.

I'm tired.

I'm weaker.

I'm losing my memory.

And I can't sleep.

Still, these
friends of yours...

Well, they're
dead now. I...

I tore all three
of them to pieces,

and tossed the whole mess
off the cliffs out back.

Let the vultures
fight over what's left.

[CLANGING]

This is ridiculous.

I try to withdraw,

I retire,

I hide,

but still you
find me out.

Even in my dreams.

Polluting my solitude.

Filling the air itself
with your unending
and pointless noise.

Go ahead,
kill me!

Try it!

Try to be offended by
my mere existence, you
stupid fucking morons!

But don't send
these flattering
lackeys

with their cameras
and their tape recorders.

Callous and
shortsighted henchmen,

talking to me like
I was a goddamn child!

Shit.

[EXHALES]

The time it takes
to kill these
idiots, it's...

It's depressing.

I can't go
on like this.

If you won't come
and kill me,

well, then I'll
have to kill you.

Every last one of you.

Yes,

you win.

Or it shall be.

I am awake again
and put upon.

And then, well,

silence.

Unless...

Oh, fuck.

[STOPPING TAPE RECORDER]

[FOOTSTEPS MARCHING]

[WOMAN SHOUTING]

[DOOR OPENING]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[MEN GASPS]

[ROARS]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

Ah, fuck off.

[PHONE RINGING]

Newsroom.
Please hold.

Margaret, that's
Associated Press
on line five.

Okay. Thank you.

You're late.

I'm 20 minutes early.Yeah, well, so what?

Here, go make
some coffee.

There's a world of
bad news out there,
ladies and gentlemen.

A world of bad news.

All we need to do
is get our hands
on the worst of it,

the very worst
news possible.

Fred, what have you got
on the national scene?

The federal government's
still on strike.

Old. Old, old.

The nation's already
forgotten the government's
on strike.

They're not impressed.

Has the President
shot himself yet?

Rumors are
unsubstantiated.

Well, substantiate them.

Domestic terrorist activities
are up 60 percent in the
past two weeks.

Interesting. A little ahead
of the curve, though,
isn't it, Tom?

How many dead?TOM: Hundreds.

Sad, but not
catastrophic.

Judy, what about
international?

Genocide in Eastern Europe.
Economic collapse in Japan.
The Middle East, of course.

Bootleg nuclear arms being
sold by the Russian Mafia
to both Pakistan and India.

Climatic irregularities
continue, it's snowing
in Johannesburg.

This is all last
week's news.
It's filler.

Random facts to
pad out the end
of a show.

What do we have here
in town? What's happening
down at City Hall?

The Mayor has sold
Lower Manhattan to a
major Hollywood studio.

Well, okay, sure.

That will fill air time
till at least tomorrow
afternoon.

Maybe by then, the
President will have
done something drastic.

Have there
been protests?

Violent demonstrations
in all five boroughs.

Okay. Cop an attitude
about it, but not one
we can't change tomorrow.

Come down hard
on the Mayor.

Careful, boss. Same
Hollywood studio owns
this television network.

[CHATTERING ON RADIO]

MAN: ...stupid...

Oh, sorry.

What is it,
Beatrice?

A clue has surfaced as
to the disappearance of
our TV crew in Iceland.

What TV crew?

We sent them there two
months ago to investigate
the legend of a monster

said to exist beneath an
abandoned U.S. missile silo

near an isolated
northern village.

The local authorities
searched for them but
found nothing.

THE BOSS: What turned up?

A tape from the sound
recordist. One of our
envelopes, look.

What's on it?

BEATRICE: Someone claiming
to have killed them.

Killed who?

BEATRICE: Our crew.

Really?

Tell me more,
Beatrice.

The cameraman
was my fiance.

Really?

Oh, God.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Nevertheless, I think
we should follow this up.
This has got potential.

You know, we need to do
these human interest pieces
from time to time.

Can it be me?

Can what be you?

Can I be the one to go
and investigate the
disappearance of the TV crew?

You?

God, Beatrice. Who'll
make the coffee in
the morning?

I went to college.
I studied journalism.

Look. You're very young,
this could be dangerous.

You know, three young men
have gone missing out
there already.

Think of your family.

I don't have a family.

My mom died last year,
and she was all that
I had in that way.

Besides Jim.Jim?

My fiance.Oh.

Jim.

[SIGHS]

I see. Sorry.

Please.

BEATRICE: Dear Jim.

It was real difficult
to get a taxi to the
airport

because some terrorists
had threatened to blow up
the bridges

leading out of Manhattan.

So I tried to
take the subway.

But a religious group
had set off nerve gas
on the train,

and we were evacuated
before I even got
ten blocks.

Luckily I was given
a ride by two guys
in a truck.

They were
demolition experts,

and said they weren't
afraid of terrorists,
religious people or anybody.

They seemed happy
and relaxed

and looked forward
each day to destroying
things for a living.

Waiting on line
at the airport,

I saw two men get caught
trying to smuggle radioactive
materials out of the country.

It's like my
mom used to say,

[GUNS FIRING]the world's a dangerous
and uncertain place.

A few moments here and
there of selflessness
and affection

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]are about as good
as life gets.

I'm sorry, miss, but your
flight's been re-routed.Oh.

You'll have to fly to
Brussels first and make
a connecting flight to Lisbon.

And from Lisbon,
pending further notice,

you'll be able to fly
directly to Reykjavik,
Iceland.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I wish you could've
known my mom, Jim.

She would've thought
the world of you.

[WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA]

Still,

I can't stop writing
these letters to you.

It keeps you
alive, somehow.

You need help,
don't you?

[LIPSTICK CAP CLATTERING]

[GASPING]

WOMAN ON PA: Final boarding
for Flight 167 to Brussels.

Passengers traveling on
Flight 167 to Brussels,

please proceed to
gate 9-A immediately.

Please have your boarding
card and passport ready.

Final boarding for
Flight 167 to Brussels.

Passengers traveling on
Flight 167 to Brussels,

please proceed to
Gate 9-A immediately.

Please have your boarding
card and passport ready.

Once again, final boarding
for Flight 1...

You've gotta
hurry up, miss.

They're holding the
plane for you. Go, go.

[PLANE ENGINES HUMMING]

So what happened?

Airliner crashed into
the Atlantic last night.

Oh, my.The Boss wants an
expose on the air

by 6:00
this evening.

Did anyone survive?

I doubt it.

Come on, Judy,
it's gotta be
somebody's fault.

What's the
airline saying?

They're withholding
comment pending further
investigation.

Fred, I want the
names of everybody
on that flight.

And I want a camera crew
in the home of every parent,
child and relative

you can get your
hands on by lunch time.

Margaret, if you start
crying, you're fired.

MARGARET: Beatrice.

She was on
that flight.

Pull yourself together,
Margaret.

This plane was headed
to Brussels. We sent
Beatrice to...

Where?Iceland.

Iceland. Yes, of course.
We sent Beatrice to Iceland.

MARGARET:
It was re-routed.

Why didn't
we know that?

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

Yes, yes. Yes,
I speak English.

Yes, Potemkin.

Coordinate, 4572 west,

3850 north.

Yes, have
located survivor.

Request assistance now.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[SIREN WAILING]

What is it?

They found someone.

She sustained multiple
fractures, three broken
ribs, severe concussion.

Both her legs are broken.
She has much internal
bleeding.

Extreme hypothermia,
and severe damage
to the spine.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

It's a miracle
she survived.

[BEATRICE BREATHING
THROUGH VENTILATOR]

Jack.

Jack, yeah,
it's me. Listen.

Listen. Regarding the
Beatrice situation.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
They say she'll be
okay in time.

She might not
walk again, though.

I'm sure we're gonna
have an exclusive on
the whole thing.

She's worked
with me forever.

I can't remember.
A long time. How long?

Five months.For five months.

Really?Yeah.

Well, anyway, you know,
she's just a kid. She's...

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
she's pretty.

Pretty enough,
anyhow.

You know, plain,
well-adjusted, optimistic,
completely out of touch.

She'll do
whatever we want.

No.THE BOSS: Beatrice.

I don't wanna
talk to anyone.

The world
needs to know.

BEATRICE: Why?What?

Why does the world need
to know what it was like
to crash into the sea?

Prevention. They need
to know all they can to
prevent another crash.

I already told the people
from the government
investigation team

everything I
can remember.

Technically, yes.
But what about
the experience?

What about the
sensations, the drama?

Who were the cowards,
who was brave?

The children,
what were the
children doing?

Okay, okay, we can
talk more later.

They were people.

They were actual people.

All right, all right.
Have it your own way.

You're on your
own now, though.

You've got no one in
this world, Beatrice,
remember that.

A few weeks from now,
this is all gonna blow over.

And nobody anywhere
is gonna give a damn

about the poor lonesome
survivor of Flight 167,

and for instance,
her accumulating
medical bills.

Just trying to
help you out.

Thank you.

Beatrice.

Do you realize how
rare an occurrence
this is.

How phenomenally slim
the chances are

of anyone surviving
a jumbo jet crashing
into the sea.

You're a celebrity.
You're a media darling.

You're an institution
just waiting to happen,
a phenomenon.

It's no use,
we're going home.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

Is it possible?

The operation has
only been performed
once before.

The pain and the effort
of the surgery itself
will kill her.

It's not impossible.

Will it hurt?

Yes, it will hurt.

A lot?

Yes, it will
hurt very much.

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

[MACHINE CLANGING]

[MACHINE BEEPING]

Good morning,
Beatrice.

BEATRICE: Hi.

Are you comfortable?

I think so.

Can you understand
me clearly?

Yes.Good.

Beatrice, in
this procedure

we are going to need
you to be as alert

and as communicative
as possible.

We need you
to help us.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

Good.

During the first
few hours of the
operation,

we will be administering
a series of local
anesthetics

at different parts
of your body,

calculated to wear off as
we proceed from one part
of the operation to the next.

We know the parts of
your body you have no
sensation in,

as well as
those you do.

As we go on,

you will begin
feeling more
and more.

And if we are
having some
success,

we will reach the
final stages of
the operation

in which no anesthesia
can be used.

But at which time you will
begin feeling more and more
of the work we are doing.

Do you understand
what I'm saying
to you?

Yes.

[MACHINE HUMMING]

Okay then,
let's begin.

One, and standby.

FEMALE TECHNICIAN: Program formatted.

One, and standby.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

Local anesthesia one.

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

MALE DOCTOR:
Thirty-nine.

Anesthesia three,
and pause.

FEMALE TECHNICIAN: Thirty-nine.

Local anesthesia three.

Pause...

...and lock.

Thirty-seven,
and pause.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

Thirty-seven...

...confirmed.

And ready.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[LOCKS CLICKING]

Wait.

Now.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

I think it's time
for me to go.

What will you do?

I have to go
look for Jim.

I have to find out
what happened.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[MOUTHING WORDS]

Yes, your friends
rented a car

to take them as
far as Bordheyri.

Beyond there,
it's no use
having a car.

They said they
would return
in a week,

but they did
not return.

Finally, after
about a month,

the police contacted
me about one of my cars

which had been
abandoned in
that place.

Dr. Anna, do you
believe in monsters?

A little.

Even you,
a doctor?

A doctor sees all
sorts of things that
are hard to explain.

Our job is to try
to explain them.

But sometimes
we can't.

Maybe that's what
people mean when they
talk about miracles.

Like you,
for example.

I was just lucky.

Or blessed.

[MAN SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

He says they left
the car at the garage

and hired a guide to
take them by horseback
to Heimsenda.

That's the village.

It's not possible
to drive to Heimsenda.

There are no roads.

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

And she says

even the horses
will only go so far.

I'll be okay.

I know you will.

[WIND BLOWING]

Where are we?

GUIDE: These stones,
they keep the evil
thing in the north.

Who lives in
the village?

Only those
who have to.

What kind of
people are they?

You'll see.

[MAN SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

He was standing
right there.

So close that he
could feel the
monster's breath

singeing the hair
on his arms.

And he breathed fire
at him, and his feet
went up in flames.

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

He raised the house
up off its foundation

and then he tore the
door off its hinges.

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

Well, she says
the monster has woken,
and he's angry.

And our offerings of
whiskey are not enough.

We tried to tell your
boyfriend and his crew
to stay here,

and to leave the
monster in peace.

But he wouldn't listen.

The Americans tried to build
a missile base out on the
monster's rock.

I was a boy,
I remember.

We tried to warn them,
and they wouldn't listen
either.

[CHUCKLES]

I was a child, yes,
I remember.

You could hear
their screams
for miles.

You could smell
their blood on
the wind.

Will you take
me there?

We will take you
just so far.

No further.

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

She says that you should
spend the night with us

first.

[ALL CHEERING]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[ALL CHEERING]

[PEOPLE SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[ALL MUMBLING]

[ALL TAPPING ON TABLE]

[ALL CHEERING]

[GIGGLES]

[PEOPLE SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[ALL LAUGHING]

[CHEERING]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[SPEAKING IN ICELANDIC]

[BIRDS CAWING]

[SCREAMING]
What?

[CRASHING]

[BOTTLE CLINKING]

What the fuck are
you looking at?

Where am I?

Where are my clothes?

How did I get here?

Every once in a while,
those maniacs down in
the village

toss some unsuspecting
piece of ass down on
the rocks down there.

A gift, I guess,
for me.

[BAG FALLS]

What have you done
with my friends?

I killed them,
probably.

I don't believe you.

So what?

Are you going to
kill me too?

That depends.

On what?

On whether or not
you're a complete
fucking idiot.

What's wrong
with you?

What do you mean,
what's wrong with me?

Why are you
like that?

Because I'm a monster.

There's no such
thing as monsters.

Oh, no, huh?

I'm sure there's all
sorts of reasons why
you are the way you are.

Genetic mutations,
that sort of thing.

[EXCLAIMS]

Science?Yes.

Are you a scientist?

No. I have a friend
who's a doctor.

Hmm.

Oh.

[SIGHS]

[BREATHING FIRE]

How did you do that?

How the hell am
I supposed to know?

Now listen, sister.

Are you gonna help
me out here or what?

Help you?

What can I do
to help you?

I don't even
think I like you.

Yeah?

Well, tough. You're
either gonna help me
out here

or I'm gonna come down
there, I'm gonna bite
your head off,

tear your heart out
and set the whole
ugly mess on fire.

You don't scare me.

Hey.

What's your name?Beatrice.

Listen, Beatrice, you'd
like to see me dead,
wouldn't you?

Not necessarily, no.

Of course you would.
I killed your friends.

If that's true,
then I think you
ought to be

brought to justice
and punished

so you can learn to
understand the wrong
you've done.

The wrong
I've done?

Yes.

It's like my mother
used to say.

Jesus had it all
figured out right
and proper.

One evil deed
doesn't fix another.

You've gotta learn to
love your enemies too.

Jesus?Uh-huh.

[YAWNS] Okay. I can
see this is gonna be
a disaster.

Look, I'm gonna
close my eyes and
you run away.

If you're not off
the island by the
time I count to 1500,

I'm gonna come
and I'll kill you.

Did you really kill
Jim and his friends?

Who the fuck is Jim?

My fiance.

That's his video
camera over there.

This is his
PowerBook.

Come with me.

Where?

Just shut the fuck
up and follow me,
will you?

[EXCLAIMS]

[SHOUTING]

So, do you believe
in monsters yet?

Leave me alone.

I'd love to, sister.

But you gotta pull
yourself together and
help destroy me first.

What do you mean?

And that's the deal.

You come here and
try and help kill me.

And if you can't,

I get to dispose of
one more pain-in-the-ass
human being.

[BAG ZIPPER UNFASTENING]

What the fuck is that?

It's loaded.

Of course.

Okay, princess,

take your best shot.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

No. No, I can't.

[SHOUTS] Do it!No!

[GASPS]

I'm not impressed
by mercy.

You don't score points
with me for being
selfless, Beatrice.

Your life means
nothing to me
at all.

Get over it
and see the
big picture.

You're just another
human being.

Just another piece
of the plague,
so to speak.

I'd kill you just
as easily as I'd
kill a fly.

There would be
no remorse.

No pangs of conscience,
no fascinating sensation
of diabolic accomplishment.

It's nothing personal.

You're just in my way.

[GUN FIRES]

[GUN FIRES AGAIN]

[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]

[SCREAMING]

[SHUDDERED BREATHING]

[GASPS]

[GASPING]

[SIGHING]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

I see extinction

in everything
else around me.

The passing away.

Even the mountains
pass away.

It's true.
They do.

I've watched
it happen.

But not me. No.

I'm changeless
and eternal.

It's true.
I'm an alcoholic

and an insomniac,
too. But then,

[CHUCKLES]

who wouldn't be?

Doomed to endure
humanity's victory
over all things,

without even the option
of killing myself
like they do.

And for much smaller
disappointments too,
in my opinion.

[METALLIC CLANKING]

You're a kind person.

I can see that.

And I don't know
what good it's
gonna do you. But,

I believe you have
the presence of mind
to see the...

The impossibility
of my situation.

You want to be put
out of your misery.

Don't pity me!
I hate that shit!

Are there others
like you?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

You must get
lonely.

There... There is
a human being who
can kill me.

He used to live in
the house out there
near the water.

Dr. Artaud,

a scientist.

Mad as the day is
long, but a genius
all the same.

Where is he now?

[SIGHS]

Oh, he got to shooting
his mouth off about his
new invention,

and the next thing you
know, they took him away
in a straitjacket.

You see, Dr. Artaud,

he believes in monsters.

So you want me
to find him,
is that it?

You will be doing
you and your kind
the greatest of favors.

It can't go on
like this forever.

If I don't find
Artaud soon, then I'll

be forced to go on
a rampage and I'll kill
every human being I see.

Find him yourself.

I can't!

I get these fits!

What causes them?

People, humanity,
civilization.
I don't know.

The more people
there are, the
worse it gets.

And it's getting
worse by the year.

Drinking helps.

What makes you
think I'll be
able to find him?

Because you made
it here alive.

Because you made
it all the way here
without me

tearing off your
goddamn head.

I'm impressed, okay?
What do you want from me?

Promise me something.

Huh.

Promises.

How you human beings
love promises.

You can't kill anybody.

If nobody comes
around, I won't
kill them. It's easy.

But I want you
to come with me.

Where?

To find Dr. Artaud.

You mean out there?

Yes.

I can't go out there
and be expected not
to kill anybody.

Then I won't
help you.

[SIGHS]

You're making this
a lot more difficult
than it needs to be.

Maybe.

Hey.

You promised.

[PHONE RINGING]

Are we connected yet?MARGARET: It's ringing.

Hello.

Okay.

Hello.

Beatrice, what's
happening out there?

A monster?

A real monster?

This isn't some sort
of flash in the pan
freak, is it?

Uh-uh. Uh-huh.

Right. Artaud.
Dr. Artaud.

But listen, listen.
Listen. I want an
exclusive on this.

Let us handle
everything, okay?

Right.

No. No, no, no.

No, no. We'll find
this Artaud character.

If we can't find
him, no one can.

But listen.

I'm gonna need some
interviews, a press
conference maybe,

certainly a
photo spread.

Are you
ready for that?

Okay.

Now hold on tight,
because this is
going to be very,

[CHUCKLES]
very big.

[BEATRICE SIGHS]

I think we're
gonna be famous.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[PEOPLE CHEERING]

Good morning, Miss Beatrice.
How was your flight?

[CHATTERING]

Right this way.

I'm Carlos.
These are my friends.
This is my friend.

All these people,
they're my friends.

[VASE CRASHES]

[TV CRASHES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

Hey, get out of
here for a moment.

[SIGHING]

[DOOR OPENING]

Beatrice, what
are you doing?

We've got a press
conference in
45 minutes.

Huh?Who's this?

This is Carlo.Fred, get him
out of here.

Bye, Carlo.Come on, come on.

What time is it?It's early.

But we've gotta strike
while the iron is hot.

Margaret, where is
that makeup girl?

The wardrobe people
are here.

Great. You know the
drill. Cute, but sexy.

Maybe some
sunglasses.

God, Beatrice,
what were you
doing all night?

I was making love.

[CRASHING]

Aloha.

You must be,

well, the monster,
I guess.

Mmm-hmm.

You killed our
TV crew, did you?

Tore them to pieces
and threw their limbs
to the vultures.

I heard all
about it.

Where's Dr. Artaud?

We haven't
found him yet.

Shit.

[GRUNTS]

I can see this thing
is going from bad to
worse already.

It's rumored he
was abducted by
the U.S. government

for research on top secret
weapons development.

[BOTTLES CRASHING]

Wait, listen.

Do you hear that?

No.

Exactly.

Easy, easy, gentlemen.
Matter is one,
remember that.

Ah, the bar,
of course.

Is that him?

U.S. Federal Marshal
with ward of the State,
Dr. Artaud.

Margaret, sign
for the delivery.

Thank you, gentlemen.

How are you, Doctor?
How was your trip?

My God!

I can see right
through you.

Fritz, show me to
the swimming pool.

No, wait,
the patient.

He's upstairs.

I must talk to him
at once. Follow me.

No, no. Not yet.
No. We have a press
conference first.

[BLOWING AIR]

Will there be food?

THE BOSS: Of course.

In that case, Fritz...

Who's Fritz today?

You are.Right.

Yes, Doctor?My notebook.

Get him out of here.

But...But nothing.

If that asshole upstairs
is a real monster,

I want him kept alive
for as long as he's
fashionable.

Move.

BEATRICE: Hey, you.
You in there?

Go away.

I want to
talk to you.

Fuck off.

Holy fuck. Will you
leave me alone?

Look, I want
to apologize.

MONSTER:
Apologize for what?

Listen, princess, you've
just begun to make my
life a living hell.

Look, I just feel
awful about last
night, you know.

All the noise we made,
all the dancing and
singing. And then...

[CHUCKLES]
Good Lord!

The sex for
hours and hours.

[GIGGLING]

You were over here
all by yourself.

The only creature
of your kind known
to exist.

That was terribly
inconsiderate of me.

I apologize.

[DOOR OPENING]

MARGARET: Okay,
it's time to go.

Beatrice, why
the publicity stunt?

Beatrice, does the monster
obey your every command?

Is it true that a new line of
cosmetics is to feature your
name and likeness?

Beatrice, are you
and the monster lovers?

What's he really like
beneath that tough guy
exterior?

Have you ever seen
him kill anyone?

MALE REPORTER:
I have a question
for the monster.

I mean, let's get
right down to the
main issue here.

A monster in
this day and age.
I mean...

Don't you just
find that, like,
you know, irrelevant?

He breathes fire.
I saw it.

He can't be killed
with bullets either.

Come on.

MONSTER: I remember...

...when you
were young.

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

Pond scum.

Just another ooze
on the edge of the
local warm water.

I was there,
watching.

I saw you evolve.

Bored to tears,
I sighed and waited,

as it took you
millennia to
turn into fish.

Cheering you on.

Jumping up and down,
throwing rocks at you,

as you crawled stupidly
up onto the sand.

[SIGHS]

Pathetic.

I used to sneak down
into your little villages
at night

and grab some old
person or a child,
and I'd

crack their skulls
open on a rock.

Then I'd look,

study,

try and figure out
how you worked.

What made you morons
so damned adaptable?

But there was nothing.

Blood, guts and shit,
same as everything else.

Pointless, absurd.

Just another
fucking accident.

I used to stand on the
cliffs at night and howl
at the stars,

wondering what would
become of me.

Was I gonna
live forever?

I wanna die,
but I can't,
I'm indestructible.

I'm sorry, it's
not my fault.

It must be yours.

I know no God
who could be
that cruel.

I know of no God.

Unless, of course,
I am God. But, then...

What difference
would that make?
I'd still be fucked.

Go round and round,
same old dead end.

Reasoning, logic.

Bored, finally I'd

run down
the mountain

and terrorize
the villagers.

That was just excellent.
Thank you very much.

Piss off, lady.
Where's Dr. Artaud?

These gentlemen are
waiting to take you to
Dr. Artaud straight away.

Fred, where are
they taking him?

He's on his way
to Dr. Artaud.

Hey, watch it!

Where's Dr. Artaud?
I wanna see the doctor.

Dr. Artaud's not far
off. Please be patient.

Where's the girl?What girl?

Beatrice.Oh, the girl.

There's a girl?Yes, of course,
there's a girl.

[ELECTRONIC BUZZING]

Get that goddamn
thing away from me.

And who you gotta sleep with
around here anyway to get
a fucking drink?

[TV PLAYING]

Matter is one.
Yes, of course.
That's easy.

But you see, there
are different densities.

Heavy and light.

It can interpenetrate.

You see,
it's proved.

This proves it?

You doubt my methods.
It's okay.

The center
needs a margin.

Have some wine.

Are you a scientist
or something?

I'm on vacation,
or lost maybe.

We have to
wait and see.

It's beautiful.

It is both an equation
and an architectural
schematic.

To know and to be.

This is not even
a question. There
is no alternative.

You see, it's clear
in the loneliest
little avenues

between particles
and waves,

shunned even by
the gregarious quark,

unheard of by the
various strands
of time,

so large, it cannot be
seen, yet small enough
to be immovable,

lies the fabric
of infinite reality

gripped in the tiny
little concrete fist

of the all or nothing.

What do you call it?

The matter eradicator.

Invented to free
a difficult friend

from eternal damnation.

You must be
Dr. Artaud.

For what it's worth,
alas my name is mud.

They keep me locked
in a room on the
top floor.

But I said rude things
to the chambermaid,

and she set me free.

I thought you were
examining the monster.

Not yet. I've been
left alone with my
thoughts.

Oh, no.

It is not so
bad, really.

Come on.

We have to get out
of here. They've
tricked us.

I'm so sorry.

Margaret,
where is he?

It's so sad.

It's all over
the news.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

TV ANNOUNCER: This beast that has killed thousands upon thousands

remorselessly for hundreds of years

is now subjected to intense scientific experimentation

aimed at discovering his exact sub-cellular makeup.

Government researchers all agree this freak of nature

is as yet indestructible,

impervious even to atomic radiation.

Sources close to the President

claim the monster is an invaluable strategic defense acquisition.

Remarkable. He's beyond
scientific analysis.

He's an unknown
substance.

He's everything
and nothing.

Professor, he has
to be something.

Of course. But that
something is something
we cannot name yet,

so we must not
believe it exists.

But he is weaker
than we thought.

He cannot stand
information.

He's like an enormous
satellite dish.

He feels passing
physio-electronic
transmissions

the way you and I
would feel the ache
of a brain tumor.

[STATIC BUZZING]He won't die,
will he?

Oh, no, quite
impossible.

I assure you,
he's perfectly
indestructible.

He can withstand
this torture
indefinitely.

I only hope that I will
be able to procure the
appropriate funding

to continue
my research.

Oh, we can help
you with that.

I would appreciate
anything you could do.

We have to get him out
into the world, though.

But he's dangerous.

Yes, of course. But
he's made a promise
to Beatrice.

A promise to
a young girl.
What is it worth?

We'll have to
wait and see.

Still, to let
him at large

and study him
under a multitude
of circumstances.

This could be
extremely valuable.

My guess is people will
be bored by the monster
sometime tomorrow afternoon.

It takes a lot more
than the supernatural

to captivate the imagination
of the demographic I have
to deal with, Professor.

He'll fall
from fashion.

He'll fall hard
and he'll fall fast.

He'll be ridiculed
and abused.

This will make for
very interesting
observations.

Everything's set
with the ship.

Be there at 6:00 a.m.
and ask for Vladimir.

The flight leaves
at 10:30.

You'll be met by friends
of mine at the airport
in Iceland.

I'll be there
as soon as I can.
Don't talk to anyone.

Take care.

Bye.

[HORN BLOWING]Bye.

MARGARET: Kennedy Airport,
International Departures.

THE BOSS: Good,
very good.

It's just the right mix
of pathetic and scary.

It's just a matter
of time before he
breaks his promise

and tears some
punk to pieces.

Can we let
that happen?

Look, we're not
the police.

This is news.
We produce news.

Please hold.
Line two.

Beat it.

He's missing.
What have you
done with him?

We haven't done
anything with him.

The girl showed up
and took him away.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Calm
down. In the real world,
we call that drama.

We've got it all here
on tape. It's fantastic.
Don't worry.

Dr. Artaud
is gone too.

What?The army
has taken over,

I have been fired.

The shit has hit
the fan, lady, and
it's all your fault.

Artaud.

Ah, there you are.

What's that
supposed to mean?He's gone.

I know he's gone.
What happened?

He was spirited away
by the ingenue.

Go find Margaret.

There's quite a hefty
bar tab to be dealt
with as well.

[SHIP'S HORN BLOWING]

What is this?

Margaret kidnapped
Artaud. They hold me
responsible.

It's a crisis situation.

The monster is
gone as well,

and Washington is afraid
someone else might get
their hands on him first,

not to mention Artaud.

The Chinese have already
broken off diplomatic
relations.

The Pentagon's declared
a worldwide manhunt.

Special Forces
have been mobilized.

The United Nations Security
Council is meeting at noon.

[EXCLAIMS]

Boss, don't worry,
it'll be all right.

We'll call the network.They'll threaten somebody.

No, don't you see,
this is perfect.

God! Why didn't
I think of this
before?

The monster, Beatrice,
they're old news.

No, this is just
the twist I've been
looking for.

Sort of demonization
of the media type
of thing.

Don't worry. Get to
work. Keep me informed.

Gentlemen, I'm ready.

Take me away.

[SHIP ENGINE RUNNING]

MONSTER: Yeah, me!

Who twice in
the wilderness

caused the birds
to fall dead from
the trees.

And it was
anger alone,

that could turn the water
at my feet suddenly to ice.

Oh, humanity shouldn't
wait around for an
apology from me.

No. Not the
human beings.

Blindest of the blind.

The doers of all undoing.

The poison ivy
of the universe.

The diaper rash
of reality.

You noisy,
dumb bastards.

Listen. Listen, come on.
Pull yourself together.

I'm tired, I wanna
go to sleep.

So go to sleep.
See what I care.

I need you to
keep a lookout.

The cook keeps
trying to bother me.

[SIGHS]

About what?

You know.

[SCOFFS]

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

[GRUNTS]

[BLOWING AIR]

[BELL TOLLING]

What are you
thinking about?

[BIRDS CAWING]

Nobody's scared
of me anymore.

I'm scared of you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I am.

[WAVES CRASHING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

They're coming!

They're coming!

Yes, yes, yes,
they're coming.

But what will the world
be like without monsters?

This monster is ourselves, our hope and our fear.

We created it and
it killed us in
our sleep.

And we saw that
we were human.

It does not remember
its beginning because
it began with us,

[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]fully formed,
and with a history.

We're so cruel,
I think.

Not that we kill him,
but that we put
this responsibility

on his ugly shoulders
in the first place.

He did not ask for it.

We're so good at this.

We talk things into reality to convince ourselves that we exist.

And now the most
vicious blow of all,

to kill a creature
by proving to him

that he's a figment
of our own imagination.

COMPUTER VOICE: Three minutes and counting to eradication of matter.

Repeat, three minutes
and counting.

My friend, we meet
again at last.

Is it true, Artaud?
Will it really work?

ARTAUD: I think so.

It's never
been tried.

ARTAUD: But the
numbers all add up.

We had to improvise.

ARTAUD: Are you
sure you want to
do this?

COMPUTER VOICE: Two minutes
and counting to eradication
of matter.

Repeat, two minutes
and counting.

He'll never know
what happened to him.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

DR. ANNA: Beatrice,
come away. You can't
be here.

COMPUTER VOICE: One minute
and counting to eradication
of matter.

Repeat, one minute
and counting.

Beatrice, please.

COMPUTER VOICE: Man all
stations and enter
preliminary code red.

[ALARM BUZZING]

[ELECTRONIC PULSATING HUM]

Program formatted.

Position one.

[TAPPING ON KEYBOARD]

[MACHINE HUMMING]Standby.

[METALLIC CLANGING]

[ALARM SOUNDING]

COMPUTER VOICE:
Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two, one.

[LIGHTS SWITCH OFF]

[ELECTRICITY SURGING]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[ELECTRONIC BUZZING]

[ELECTRICITY SURGING]

[ELECTRONIC BUZZING]