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(owl hoots, bird wings flutter)

(gas hissing)

Kids, I've put your dinner on the stove.

Okay, Mom.

Don't forget to lock up, Chloe.

I won't. Bye, Mom.

D.J.: This is 2SW, rocking you through the '80s,

with Split Enz, "I Got You."

(music begins)

Freddie, you getting tired?

Just don't get any fleas on the bed, okay?

(music continues) # Sometimes we shout #

# But that's no problem #

# I don't know why sometimes I get frightened #

# You can see my eyes, and tell #

# That I'm not lying #

# Look at you #

Mom, are you there?

Tell me, Freddie,

why do little brothers like to freak out their sisters?

You asleep already?

Well, you're just gonna have to move

because I need my pillow.

(screaming)

(telephone rings)

(rings)

- Hello? - Man: Now you die.

(knock on door)

(knock)

Help! Help!

Someone help me!

(knocking continues)

(glass shatters)

Girl: No!

Stay away from me.

I mean it, stay away from me!

I'll call the police!

I mean it, you touch me and you're gone.

Stay away from me!

Woman: Cut!

Cut it.

Cut it.

You idiot!

I told you not to go for the throat straight away,

you've got to rip her blouse off first!

Like in rehearsals. Remember?

I forgot.

Hey, everyone,

Robert De Niro here forgot, once again.

We're going to call it a night.

You can thank our genius Thespian here

for your three hours overtime.

Fucking weasel.

- What's her problem? - You, you dumb dickhead.

Touch my tits one more time, I'll kick your balls in, understand?

Lossman?

Lossman, where's my Coke?

I want my Coke in my hand,

with ice, the second she calls "wrap" okay?

(knock on door)

Yeah?

It's you.

What do you want?

You made me look stupid tonight,

in front of all my friends.

No, I didn't, sweetheart.

You did that all by yourself.

And I'll let you in on a little secret:

you don't have any friends.

The fact is,

you're replaceable in that mask.

I could put a monkey in that suit,

and it would do a better job.

Anyway, I've had enough.

I'm gonna speak with Jim, and he can sort it out.

What do you mean?

I mean my producer will speak with your agent

about discontinuing your services.

Do you understand that?

Oh...

nice touch.

For the first time, you actually frightened me.

mine is making intelligent family drama.

Yours is doing cheesy clown acts in shopping malls.

I'm sorry, but you just can't cut it in features.

Man: Hilary, look.

Get out of here.

Take one step closer, I'll scream.

It's hard to scream...

without a tongue.

(Hilary screaming)

Just put those in the car,

I've got to go talk to "Mein Fuehrer."

(knocking)

Hilary? It's Vanessa.

Oh, my God!

What do you want?

Sex?

Do you mean you want to have sex with me?

Sex?

Yeah, sure.

Well, okay,

let's go.

You're going to have to take that silly mask off.

Vanessa...?

(buzzing)

So, to answer your question, Raffy,

that's why I don't include

the slasher genre in my course. Fair enough?

So, Mr. Lossman, what happened to the film?

"Hot Blooded"? It was never finished.

There's a cut work print in the archive, I believe.

- Would it be possible to see it? - For what purpose, Raffy?

We have to do a graduation film, right?

What better project than to finish that film?

It could also make a shitload of money.

Are the rights available?

Hester, full marks for your entrepreneurial spirit,

- but I don't think so. - Why not?

That movie was a nightmare. You don't go playing with nightmares.

I'll see you all next week.

- Should've killed Lossman, eh? - Yeah.

Mr. Lossman, we were serious about the movie.

So was I, Raffy.

Look, you two have more important things to say.

Don't waste your time doing trash.

Raffy: But it's not trash.

A horror film can be just as political

as "Priscilla" or "The Piano."

Even if it's not, what's wrong with making

a scary film, giving people a bit of a fright?

A few years back, a director--

a young kid out of video clips-- did just that.

The producer hired him to complete "Hot Blooded."

It was the first time the print had been screened

since the murder of Hilary Jacobs.

What happened next is totally bizarre.

The kid was butchered,

but the police never found the killer.

The creepy thing is, the projectionist was the only one

with access to the screening room. And he was cleared.

You're saying there's some sort of curse on this film?

I'm saying this is something best left alone.

- Thought is deed. - What do you mean?

You read Eastern philosophy,

the ancients say that what you think, you create.

"Hot Blooded" was a loathsome piece of shit

that never should've been made in the first place.

So what's the story with the producer?

He tried to finish the film

so that he could save his investment.

One night while he was in the editing room,

he was electrocuted.

Raffy: It was an accident. Accidents happen.

Look, I'm not superstitious,

and I don't believe in curses or what-have-you.

Listen, you kids have a gift.

Don't waste your combined talents

on this ugly piece of shit.

So what do you think?

I think it'd be cool. Let's do it.

Yeah!

(modem crackling)

I can get the rights for next to nothing.

I just spoke to the producer's wife--

or should I say his widow.

Get this, she said she's prepared

to put in some money to see it finished.

What's the story with casting?

The girl who played the sister,

her name's Vanessa Turnbill and she lives in L.A.,

and she's done a couple of B-grade movies,

she's doing a daytime soap at the moment, so,

I think we can get her.

I can market that.

Um, hi.

What about all these people who keep, sort of, dying

trying to make this film?

Are you gonna market that, do you think, Miss Producer?

Probably.

Yeah? That's promising.

So, who's in?

Who wants to make a mainstream slasher movie?

Bigger than "Halloween."

Creepier than "Friday the 13th."

More blood and guts than "Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

More sex than "Deep Throat."

You're so bad.

It's time we graduated into pop culture, boys and girls.

So what say you? Who's in?

- Yes. - What the hell?

Yep.

Yes.

It's a lousy deal.

Unbelievably lousy,

- but I see some merit in it. - What kind of merit?

I done some checking.

Word around town is they're the next big thing,

particularly the director, this kid called Raffy.

They say she's the next Jane Campion.

Listen, this could be the next hit at Sundance, this kind of movie.

Look what "Scream" did for Courtney Cox.

Give me a break. She was a millionaire already.

I just don't know if I can do it, Jerry.

It's gonna dredge up all kinds of old shit.

Besides, there's a celebrity golf tournament in Las Vegas next week.

Nessie, baby, I'll be able to work the bejesus out of this.

Are you kidding me?

"Slasher movie gone horribly wrong, buried for years.

Vanessa Turnbill goes back to face her demons."

You can't buy publicity like this.

E!, Entertainment Tonight,

Access Hollywood-- they'll go crazy.

Sweetheart, I don't want to be reading the trades one morning,

see this movie grossing $100 mil and you are not a part of it.

Do you and me a favor, fly coach to Australia.

Oh! Hey!

Coach!?

(horn honking)

(car stereo blasting)

Hi. Vanessa?

I'm Raffy, I'm the director.

This is Hester. She's the producer.

Sorry we're late. We ran out of petrol.

I'll help you with these.

We've got a press conference in an hour.

Would you like to freshen up?

Am I booked into a hotel, or sleeping at your house?

Miss Turnbill, why have you come back to finish the movie?

It's extremely rare that you find really good parts for women.

When I find one I just jump at the chance.

Miss Turnbill, Holly Jones, reporting live, Channel 5,

are you worried about the curse?

What curse?

Every time there's an attempt to finish this film, someone dies.

Oh, there's a special clause in my contract.

If I die, I get paid extra.

Aren't you concerned that it will bring back bad memories,

Miss Turnbill, doing this film?

All of that happened a long time ago. I've put all that behind me.

It's wonderful to be back in Australia.

Anyway, I would have killed these two if they'd left me out.

I only just arrived, so if you'll excuse me?

Thank you very much. That will be all.

I've got to get some sleep. Can you take me to the hotel?

Your room won't be ready till 2:00. They're still cleaning.

You want a coffee?

Raffy: Her husband must have done well out of slasher films.

I'll be frank with you.

The only reason I'm doing this,

is because I need the money.

My late husband and I have a first dollar gross position,

which means nothing

unless the film is finished and on-sold.

Hopefully this will be my little nest egg.

- Sign that. - What is it?

It's an indemnity.

From now on,

I'm not responsible for anything that happens.

It's on your heads.

It's called "blood money," girls.

Blood money.

- Hi, Bobby. - Oh, hi.

You doing this movie?

Oh, yeah. The production for "Mad Max 4"

got pushed back a few weeks, so I got a window.

Cool.

Let's meet up later, and go over the make-up.

Yeah, sure.

Isn't this where that guy got murdered?

You know, watching this same print?

What guy?

Hey, guys, got a second?

You remember a couple days ago,

we were talking about the possibility...

Jesus Christ, has somebody been smoking in here?

I heard she always gets off with her co-star.

What about when she did that TV remake of "Lassie"?

(laughs)

Haven't you ever heard of secondhand smoke?

Hi, I'm Bobby Doog. I'm your co-star.

I'm playing Scarman, psycho-killer guy.

Good casting.

(group snickering)

Hello? Hi.

"Hot Blooded"?

Oh, daddy. Not these cans again.

I thought they'd been destroyed. You Raffy Carruthers?

- Yeah. - Loved your short.

Bloody brilliant. Except that last shot

was straight out of "Shock Corridor,"

you derivative little thing, you.

I've written a screenplay. You want to read it?

- You seen this? - Yeah, screened it once.

Best thing the director ever did.

Bit of a hack, she was, you know.

Or should I say she was a bit "hacked."

Last time I screened this, a kid sat out in the front,

got his throat slit by some psycho cleaner.

It's a funny thing, I seen so many murders on the screen,

you see the real thing, hey, it's no big deal.

You get these gender specific assholes

that think that screen violence

is going to turn us all into mass murderers.

Well, it's crap.

I've seen hundreds of murders. I've seen thousands of murders.

Next time somebody goes into McDonald's,

shoots up 20 people with a Uzi

and they find a Steven Seagal video in his back pocket,

you know what they ought to do? Ring "60 Minutes," and get them

to do one of their checkbook bullshit journalism stories on me,

because I'm a walking advertisement

for liberalizing X-rated everything.

You know what I mean? Art is art, eh?

Okay, everyone, let the horror begin.

(laughs menacingly)

- Shut up, Rick. - What?

Kids, I've put your dinner on the stove.

Okay, Mom.

Don't forget to lock up, Chloe.

Freddie.

(cat meows)

(hissing)

What's wrong?

I thought I heard something.

You asleep already?

Well, you're just going to have to move--

Augh!

(telephone rings)

Hello?

Now you die!

Stay away from me!

Hilary: Cut! Cut!

Cut!

That was her voice.

Did you hear her voice?

Hes?

Hes, wake up.

(screaming)

Oh, God!

Bobby...

that's enough.

It's cruel.

(laughter)

- Bobby: Did I pass the audition? - With flying colors, sir.

I did the make-up.

Not bad for a quickie in the dark, eh, Raff?

That's your specialty, isn't it? Quickies in the dark?

- You're a retard, Paulie. - I didn't buy into it, Raff.

You're all a bunch of fuck wits.

Come on,

bus leaves at 7:00 a.m. sharp. Check your gear, please.

- Paulie: I didn't mean to do it. - Fuck off, Paulie. Grow up.

Bobby: Don't think I went too far, do you?

Hello?

Hello...?

Our star isn't traveling with us, then?

- Vanessa? - Yeah.

- No, we sprung for a driver. - Of course.

- Has anyone seen Raff? - Everyone off the bus!

How are we supposed to make this film

without our famous director?

Maybe Damien could take over, like he did in the short.

Shut up, Paulie, that's bullshit and you know it.

We were there. You're not talking to the cinema papers now.

(Paulie laughs)

Raff, I'm sorry.

We're all sorry. It was meant to be a joke.

Did you pick up the print?

Yeah, it's in back.

Raffy: Guess we broke the curse, huh?

We screened it without anyone getting killed.

Yeah, I guess.

You've done well, Nessie.

But I knew you would.

And I always knew you'd end up teaching.

(chuckling)

Hey, you got any Diet Coke in here?

Thank you.

Number 6.

This is the place.

What place?

Where Cassie and I are finally going to consummate

our blossoming relationship.

(laughs loudly)

Aw, in your wet dreams, buddy.

She's got her eye on Damien.

Yeah, but Damien's got a thing for Raffy.

Hand off it, now. Raffy's got the hots for Bobby.

No way! Bobby's got a thing for Jules.

Jules is porking Jim.

Jules and Jim, are you serious? I thought Jim was porking Hester.

Hester's a dyke, you dork.

Plus she's got the hots for Raffy.

What about Raffy and Bobby?

Well, Raffy and Bobby is unrequited, so far.

But Raffy has shown an interest in... moi.

- You? - Yeah.

Was she shitfaced?

One of these days you're going to implode with envy,

you poor, pathetic, little creature.

Hey, I can't help that I'm endowed

like that guy out of "Boogie Nights."

What, with a fake dick?

They're got to be kidding.

It's only for a few days.

This bed's got bugs in it. I can tell by looking at it.

If I spend one night on this thing, I'm gonna need a masseuse.

I did a course in reiki.

Reiki?

No shit?

Rick: So this is the house of horrors.

Man: Watch your feet!

I don't want mud everywhere.

Are you going to put something down?

I don't want a herd of elephants tramping dirt through here.

Yes, Mr. Drivett, we'll be really careful,

I'll make sure they treat it like it was my own house.

That's no comfort to me. You look like you'd live in a dump.

Hey, hey!

Put that down, son, that's bone china!

From China.

Really? I thought it was from bone.

Now, the rules are these:

no drugs, no loud music,

no eating or drinking in the house.

I've disconnected the phone,

so you can't make any personal calls.

Can I ask one small favor?

Well, you can certainly ask.

We have the original print of the film in the bus outside.

I was wondering if we could put it in a safe place inside the house?

Certainly, young lady.

You can keep it upstairs in my bedroom.

It'll be safe there.

Now you, come with me.

I want to talk about the location fees.

Rick: I want to check out the kitchen, too.

We've got some shots in there. Oi!

- Rick! - Cassie!

(smashing)

Cassie! You've deboned the china.

You're a moron, Rick.

I hate you.

Somehow, I doubt that.

Rick, next time you do something like that,

you two can go home.

- Promise? - Yes.

I didn't do it.

Where the hell is our expensive import?

Oh, great, no signal.

Bad luck, huh?

Raffy: That must have been where she was murdered.

Hester: Who?

Hilary Jacobs, the director.

They said it was a Swiss chalet.

It always sounded so weird.

Who said?

Can't use your phone, huh? How will you cope?

Okay, everybody,

can I just have a few seconds of your time, please?

Okay everyone, come on. Shh-shh.

Okay, the back story goes something like this:

when they were kids, their parents went out

left them on their own, and the house caught on fire.

Now, Charlie got horribly burned and scarred for life,

but his beautiful sister, Chloe, got out unscathed.

Now he hates her for that,

and he hates his mom and dad for doing this to him.

His dad is the first to go, he went in reel two.

Then an assorted range of victims,

until we get to reel nine,

which is where the film stopped as he kills his sister.

Now, the scenes we're about to film

are where the mother gets killed,

who will be played by Vanessa.

And this is the climax of the film,

so I don't need to tell you how important it is.

Now, does anybody have any questions?

Do they sell any tofu around here?

(sniffs)

Scare you?

Hurt you?

(groaning)

Julie: Are you ready, Bobby?

Okay.

If you grab the front part of that,

just get that on.

Great.

How does that feel? Can you breathe? Yup.

Just make sure that's fine there in the collar.

Bobby: Stupid.

You all right, Bobby?

Here, let's get this fixed up.

I'll just pop the collar underneath there.

Bobby: All right!

"Now you die."

Bobby, you--!

Why don't you practice your method bullshit

on someone else, mate? Dickhead!

Just go back to your Winnebago and act like a tree.

Must be the un-scariest villain I've ever seen.

Bloody actors with some spare time on their hands.

What's he doing watching me piss, anyway?

Wouldn't he prefer a Polaroid?

Dickhead.

(engine revving)

Raffy: Vanessa, keep your foot off the brake.

Don't accelerate too much.

Slower, Jimmy, slower. Take your timing from the car.

It changes every take, 'cause the bimbo can't drive.

Nobody told me I had to drive a goddamn car!

And the steering wheel's on the wrong side.

It really affected you, didn't it?

The killing?

Yes, it did.

You know...

horror movies aren't that bad, Mr. Lossman.

You think about it,

they can be cathartic for young kids.

I mean...

it's all about letting go of your fear.

How do you mean?

Well, you go to the movies and there's a psycho killer

out in the bush, woodchipping people,

suddenly, the things you're scared of

don't seem so important anymore--

like the craters on your face, the size of your ass,

or will that cute guy ask you out.

That sort of stuff.

Horror movies put that into perspective.

When you think about it like that,

they've actually got kind of a social value.

- I'm in character. - Bobby!

Excuse me.

- Raffy: Cut it! Cut it! - Vanessa: I need a stunt driver.

Detective: What have you got?

Time of death, 28 hours ago, plus or minus.

Deceased was part-time, single, no one noticed him missing.

Weapon appears to be a single blade,

about 30 c's, very sharp.

He was disemboweled,

like it was some sort of ritual slaying.

Ta.

So who was last in the theater?

A group of film school students,

made a booking, came in last night.

I need a stunt driver.

Vanessa, you read the script, you knew you had to drive.

Every movie I've ever done, I've always had a stunt driver.

Vanessa: Do you think I'm Sly Stallone, Jackie Chan?

I don't do my own stunts. Where's Lossman?

Paulie... Paulie, please. Wait.

Cass, come on.

Paul, no, not here.

I've gotta get back. And so do you.

I told Rick I had to go back to town,

get some extra batteries.

I told Hes you were feeling sick,

had to go back and have a lie down.

You bastard.

So we've got all night.

- Cass: Bobby...? - Bobby? Come on.

Oh, my God!

- Paulie! - You want it.

Cassie?

No!

Bobby!

No!

Shit! Oh, shit!

Who are you?

Bobby? Bobby, is that you?

Get away from me!

Get away from me!

Get away from me!

What do you want of me?

What do you want?

What do you want?

Cut it.

Let's call it a night,

everyone's tired, we can pick up tomorrow.

Yup.

You gonna ask me to ride a goddamn horse tomorrow?

- No, tomorrow you die. - Oh, I can hardly wait.

Julie: Vanessa, can I grab a couple Polaroids--

Fuck off!

Oh.

We're missing three.

Cassie went back sick.

So did my asshole of a boomie.

Funny about that.

Yeah.

Where's Bobby?

Where have you been all night?

Just doing the method.

Yeah, meaning scaring the shit out of people.

I'm still wet, by the way.

What?

Oh, you fake sincerity so well.

It's the secret of good acting, mate.

- Duh. - Duh!

Happy with what you got?

Yeah, it was all right.

Damien's great.

How was our star?

Well, she can play hysterical really well.

Do you want to have a drink tonight, before bed?

Thanks Hes, but I'm pretty tired.

Yeah, I understand.

Shit.

Hello?

Is someone there?

Oh--!

What are you doing here?

Sorry, I thought you might want some company.

You still get nightmares?

Uh-huh. And you?

Oh, yeah.

My therapy bill at the end of each month is huge.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night screaming.

I used to take uppers for years

to keep from going to sleep.

And I still can't walk into a building late at night

without getting the shakes.

- How about you? - Same.

I remember your face, looking at me.

I'll never forget that.

Flying in coach for 14 hours makes you think.

Why did I do this? Why did I come back?

I don't know.

I guess I just needed to face it,

once and for all.

I'm scared.

- Scared of what? - Those scenes tomorrow.

Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll be there.

I don't get it, Raff, this film.

You could've done what you wanted. Lossman thinks you're God.

Yeah, but I wanted to do this film.

You think it's gonna set you up as a commercial director?

Is that it?

No, it's not. It's more personal than that.

What's personal about a horror movie?

I've just gotta finish this film.

Hester Ryan?

Yes. Who are you?

I'm Senior Detective Ian Hollander,

from Special Crimes Squad

and this is Detective Carter.

Can we have a word, please?

Sure.

So did you notice anything unusual at the theater?

Did you notice anyone strange, hanging around the set at all?

No.

Anything unusual that you can think of?

No one, nothing out of the ordinary.

Raffy: I suppose you've heard about this curse?

Miss, we know that seven years ago, an Angelo...

- Zabriki. - Zabriki,

was killed in that same theater, watching the same film,

and we're investigating the possibility

that there's a connection between the two.

But at the moment, we're investigating

as if they are separate incidents.

You see, we don't think the projectionist

was killed by a curse, Miss Carruthers.

We believe he was killed by one or more

very sick individuals who are quite capable

of being apprehended by police officers

such as ourselves.

Do you have any idea why someone

would want to stop this film from being made?

Beats me.

Well, if you can think of anything,

give us a call.

And if you could give us the details

of where you're filming, that would be of help.

Sure.

- (knock on door) - Yeah?

- Can I come in? - Sure.

You okay?

I don't know.

I don't know what's happening.

Look, someone got murdered,

and it's awful and tragic, but,

it has nothing to do with us,

or what we're doing here.

You believe that?

I don't know what to believe.

What I'm worried about now is the others.

I don't think we should tell anyone.

I don't want Rick getting spooked,

pulling a number, stopping the shoot.

What do you think?

I think Paulie and Cassie didn't come home last night.

Rick checked their beds and they haven't been slept in.

What?

Do you think there's a connection?

I don't know, but it's a little bit creepy.

You know those two.

They probably got shitfaced, bonked all night,

and fell asleep in one of the old sheds.

Raff, this isn't life imitating art.

The projectionist got murdered;

the fact is, he was a wacko.

I don't believe there's some cracked killer out there,

stalking us like we were in the plot

from "Bride of Chucky 7," or whatever.

Life doesn't work like that.

If Cass and Paulie don't turn up by crew call,

I'll call the cops, okay?

Okay.

You are brilliant,

and you're going to make a brilliant movie.

We've just got to keep it all on the rails.

Mr. Drivett?

We're back.

(dog barks)

Mr. Drivett,

is it all right if we set up in the living room?

Hes, have you got a minute?

What's wrong?

So this is only one we've got, yeah?

Jules, can you tell Hes what the problem is, please?

Cassie put all of Scarman's wardrobe here.

All the doubles, including the masks, but they're gone.

Do you know what happened to them?

Do you think I nicked them?

I'll ask around.

Thanks.

There are no doubles of your wardrobe,

so don't make a mess tonight, all right?

Killing's a messy business.

Okay, Bobby.

Jim: We need to patch in a few more lights

through those windows.

Any more, we're going to melt the circuits.

The wiring in this place is ancient.

Any chance of scoring a generator?

We can't phone out from here, can we?

No.

Okay. I'll take the bus,

see if I can't find a friendly farmer.

Damien: Thanks, man.

Jim: I'm heading off, man. You'd better hop out.

Bobby,

don't give me this character motivation bullshit.

Get your ass of this bus. I've gotta get moving.

Hey!

Some of us have got work to do.

Bobby, man,

you're a loser.

Get out of here.

Oh, my God.

When you come into the living room,

you're not going to see Scarman

standing behind the column with his shears up.

Where's Bobby?

I dressed him about an hour ago.

- Was he any good? - Cretin.

Look, what we'll do is we'll dolly into a two shot

and then we just push in to a close up of Vanessa.

Close up?

Bobby. Got your shears?

All right, move over next to the wall here,

and you can hide behind here and wait for her to come.

Okay, we'll do a line up on that shot

if you go back to first positions. Thanks, Vanessa.

Going for a rehearsal.

Okay, and action.

Ow! Hey! Get off!

What the fuck are you doing? This is a rehearsal, not a take.

If we move in that fast, I need lubricant for the track.

You'd have some left over from last night,

wouldn't you, sweet cheeks?

Hey, come on, guys! Hey, break it up!

One more line like that and you can really go home.

Sounds lovely.

Should we just set up for a take?

Do something about the mask. It doesn't look right.

How tight is this close up? Are we talking crow's feet?

(dials cellular phone)

(distant whine)

Hello, police?

Damn it!

(dialing)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

Hester: No!

(whirring)

Keep away from me!

(screaming)

(Hester screams)

Hester: No!

Is Jim back yet? I asked him to go get a generator.

Maybe he's found a place that sells tofu.

How the hell am I supposed to make a film

when my entire crew go walkabout?

You guys keep at it, and I'll go find him.

Jim?

(Raffy screams)

Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

That's all right. I'm a bit on edge, that's all.

I wanted to you ask you something, away from everyone else.

Yeah?

Why this movie?

I told you already.

It wouldn't have something to do with your mother, would it?

- My mother? - Hilary Jacobs?

She was your mother, right?

Yeah, she was.

That's why you want to finish the film?

Everybody thought that she was a hack director,

but she wasn't, Mr. Lossman. She was so much more than that.

You can tell by looking at this film.

She was not a hack, believe me.

She had to be smarter and tougher than all of them.

And she was.

My God!

They've been slashed.

Who would do something like this?

Kids, maybe, locals. I don't know.

My car, too.

You don't think... that this could be...

What?

Nah, don't worry about it.

By the way, have you been Hes?

(heavy breathing)

Jesus Christ!

Rick--!

You had me going there for a sec, man.

You're going to put me out of a job, bro'.

Bobby: I've got one of those, too.

Face off, Wes Craven style.

(gasping)

Julie: I'll show you how to shimmy.

That's great.

Okay, let's go for a take.

Can I get the cast in?

- Yeah, sure. - Ta.

Okay, Bobby, time to do some killing.

Come on.

Okay, Bobby, these are the shears you're going to be using.

They're a special effects number, so, as you can see.

When you kill her, I want you to stab her in the stomach,

and bring it up into her rib cage.

Hey, Vanessa?

Okay, like this: in and up.

That didn't hurt?

So you can do it quite hard.

All right?

You grope me, you're history.

Raffy: Any questions?

Then, we'll go for a take.

Jules, do you want to do final checks?

You all right with that, Rick? Damien?

(car horn honks)

Okay, when you're ready, Jules.

- Thanks. - Yeah, yeah.

Right.

And,

roll sound.

Speed.

Mark it.

- 11, take one. - Hold the roll.

(car horn honks)

Who the hell is that?

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

(car horn honks)

Marta: The police have been to see me.

You must stop. You must stop at once.

What's wrong? What's happened?

The evil is back.

Oh, I knew this would happen.

Okay, stand by to shoot.

Roll sound.

Speed.

- Mark it. - 11, take one.

And-- action.

Ow, cut. Can we cut?

Cut it. What's the problem?

This lash that's come loose. They're gonna see it in the close up.

And that's too hard. Can we back off?

Julie, can you fix Vanessa's false eyelash for her?

- Yeah, yeah, sure. - As quick as possible.

Thanks, and we'll go for another one.

Where is the original print of the film?

I don't know. It's upstairs, I think. Why?

Mr. Lossman,

there is a force at work here.

It is not human,

and it is unspeakably evil.

You must destroy that film at once,

or you will all die.

Okay, roll sound.

Speed.

Mark it.

Julie: 11, take two.

And-- action.

Cut it, cut it!

Run! Get away from him!

Bobby, what the hell are you doing?

That's not Bobby!

Come on! Come on, quick!

Where's Damien?

Auuugh!

- Where's the old lady? - She's there!

Rick: Just leave her! Come on, let's go!

She's got the keys, you idiot!

Wait here.

Vanessa, where are you going?

Get in the car!

I've killed him once, I can kill him again.

Raffy: Augh! Damien!

You know, Jules, I've never said this before, but,

I've always found you very attractive.

Oh, fuck off!

Okay.

Did you see where he went?

(stairs creak)

(distant scream)

(dog barks)

We need weapons.

Damn it...

I knew I should have brought my handgun.

(radio static)

- Julie: What? - He was just here.

- Where? - Just here!

What do you mean?

Julie: Open the doors.

(scratch of metal)

Rick: What's he doing?

It's petrol.

Oh, my God, he's going to burn us alive.

- Should we run for it? - I can't move.

Rick, what do you think, should we run for it?

Get help, Jules.

I can't move!

- I can't do it, Rick! - Help!

Julie: No!

No!

No!

(Julie screaming)

No! No!

No! No!

Let's get the son of a bitch!

(all scream)

Raffy, I'm sorry.

Don't go in there!

(gasping)

Vanessa: Mr. Drivett.

Lossman: She found the body. I think she's had a stroke.

I've been trying to revive her.

Is she still alive?

(dog barks)

Vanessa: Not any more. Come on, let's go.

- What are you doing? - Why the film?

This sounds really weird, but it sort of makes sense.

Marta believed that we created the killer.

How?

He's the character in the film.

The only way to destroy him is to destroy the film.

- He's not even human? - I don't think so.

He's the sum total of all the creative energy

that's gone into the film.

There was no creative energy that went into that piece of shit.

I've got the keys, come on.

(outcries)

You all right?

Yeah.

Let's burn these bastards.

Mr. Lossman, behind you!

Raffy: Oh, my God.

Hey, ugly!

It's me you want, isn't it?

I'm the one that killed you.

You're disgusting.

You make me want to vomit.

Come on, Mr. Movie Star, do you want to kill me?

Huh?

Come on... let's go!

Well, this must be the place.

(banging)

You stay away from me.

Oh, shit. Is that the girl?

It sure is.

BK 35 to Central. Come in Central.

Scarman: Arrgh!

Hey, girlie! Get away from there.

Leave me alone!

Hey, hey, hey!

No, don't! Please!

Arrgh!

You take care of her. I'll go check inside.

Calm down.

No, you don't understand, it's evil!

Auuugh!

Hold it right there!

I said, hold it right there!

I said--

(yelling)

Don't move.

I've done nothing wrong, officer.

I'm just a simple shopkeeper from Crompton,

here on holidays with my family.

Get in the car. Everything's all right.

You don't understand!

Put down the knife.

It's not a knife. It's only a pair of garden shears,

simply modified so I can do interesting things, like,

cut off heads.

Just drop it!

(guttural laugh)

Oh, shit!

The magic of movies.

Don't move.

- Please, please. - Stay calm.

Stay calm, I'll be back soon.

Don't you just hate that?

I don't know who you are,

but you better let go of me right now.

Or else what? You'll lock me up?

(yelping)

I'm something special, huh?

Let me out!

Scoot.

(sighing)

Now, where were we?

No!

No...!

(screaming)

No! No!

No, no, don't!

Please, don't!

Yeah!

Die, you bastard!

(screaming)

Die!

Come on, what's wrong? You a bit tired, huh?

Not feeling so good, eh? Come on!

You're finished, you B-grade piece of shit.

(wailing)

Hey...

Hey...

(raspy voiced) It's down here.

Did you see that?

- Hey, Vanessa, how are you? - Hi, Vanessa.

- Hi, hi. - You're looking much better.

Oh, thanks.

- Ow, ow. - Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.

So you're sure he's dead?

He only existed

within the context of the film.

When that was destroyed, so was he.

Thank God.

Maybe now I can sleep at night.

Woman: We are so lucky today.

We're lucky because we're here to see

the most exciting screening of a very rare film.

You may have read about it in the newspapers,

because there was this so-called

"curse" on the film.

And that was that every time anybody tried

to complete the film, someone died.

In any case, this print is the only print in existence,

and we are really lucky to be able to see it today.

All right, nothing more to say.

Here we go, let's roll it.

(applause)

# I sense inside #

# The need to wrest #

# Those gripping claws #

# within my chest #

# A bad desire #

# Slipping in #

# I pray at night #

# Forgive my sin #

# No wonder I can't sleep at night #

# No wonder I can't sleep at night #

# No wonder I can't sleep at night #

# No wonder I can't sleep at night #

# I hold my head #

# I'm heading down #

# Toward the dark #

# Beneath the ground #

# I feel the presence #

# Of the dead #

# They come to life #

# Inside of me #

# No wonder I can't sleep at night #