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Aah!

Sorry. Can we cut?

Can we cut?

Cut!

Hey! Hey. Hey, Paige.

Hey, are you okay? You okay?
- Yeah.

Oh, man, I thought this might
be too triggering.

If you need time,
you just say the word, I--

No, no. I'm fine. Really.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. No, not right now,
please. Thank you.

Then what is it?
Tell me anything.

I guess I just
don't fully understand

why Caitlin is standing
here waiting to die.

Okay, okay,
but she doesn't die.

She doesn't die, right?

Uh, Emma jumps out
at the last second,

distracting Baphomet and--
- Right. That's my point.

Caitlin doesn't save
herself here.

Caitlin always saves herself.

And after what I've been
through,

the last thing
I would do in her situation

is wait for someone else
to save me.

Someone get those writers
on set to fix this mess!

Of course Caitlin should be
saving herself. Duh.

Thank you.
This is why you're the queen.

- Thank you.
-Thank you.

What?

It's a reboot.
There's no rules.

And you're not the star
of it all.

You sure about that?

It's not gonna be a problem.
The line comes right here.

No, leave that out.
This is what we're doing.

Hey, and do me a favor, okay?

On the next take, why don't you
give me something to work with?

Hold it...

...like you could
actually kill someone.

Thank you.
Can't wait to do it again.

- "Emma, stay back."
- "Caitlin, I can take him."

"And then he'll take you.

I've danced this dance more
times than I care to remember."

Sorry, I--
I'm not shitting on the writers.

No, shit on them.
They're garbage.

Studio scraped
the bottom of the barrel.

Okay, "I've danced this dance?"
Who actually talks like that?

Just a corny white guy who's
over 50, apparently.

Exactly.
So can we simplify it?

- Yeah.
- Like--

Okay, what if she says,
"And then he'll take you.

Trust me, Emma,
I know what I'm doing."

- Mm-hm.
- Right?

Yeah. No, that's
a million times better.

- Straight to the point.
- Right?

'Cause, I mean,
that's what it's actually like

when your life is on the line.

Sorry. If-- if I'm being
a diva, expecting rewrites--

- Oh my God, no, no.
- I don't wanna be a problem.

- Not at all. No.
- Okay.

No, no, we are
so lucky to have you.

No, I just--

I wanted to respect
your privacy,

but we can actually make
this mean something.

Okay? Because you have
first hand knowledge

of what it's really like,
that fear, that panic,

that real life hell.
You can mine things

every other slasher
pretendsto get.

So, no,
I needto hear your thoughts.

I'm sorry. I should not have
asked you to go into that.

No, no, it's not that,
it's not--

I've just never had
a director make me feel

like an equal before.
- Oh.

And--

and not just a pretty face

and a pair of tits, you know?

Well, that's a crime.
I've always been a fan.

I pitched you for the reboot
from day one.

Okay?
- Wow. Well...

Guess all it took
for them to say yes

was for me to become
a final girl for real.

These just arrived for you,
Paige.

- Oh!
- Thank you so much.

These are beautiful.

- Yeah.
- Did you...?

No, I didn't.

"Saw the news.
Break a leg, but not really.

You've got enough scars already.
Andy."

Andy. From...?

Okay, Andy!

- Very sweet of him.
- Mm-hm!

So, you can trace a
straight line

from the comedies of Euripides

right up to the slapstick of
Chaplin, Keaton, and Arbuckle.

But-- where is it now?

It's, uh, changed genres.

Action movies, for sure.

I like this. Tell me how.

Well it's all violence, right?

Like comedians,
just guys hitting each other.

Hmm. Yeah.
And in the silents, they--

They crank it up.

Chaplin stabbing people with,
like, the nastiest pitchforks

and following it up
with one liners

like action heroes do.

Good.
Great lateral thinking.

And then we get to horror.

- You're cri de coeur.
- Yeah.

But, like, the final girls
say the same thing

when they kill the masked killer

or when the dickhead
gets taken down.

Yes, you've said this
all before,

but weare here to talk comedy.

But, Professor, we are here
for your horror knowledge, sir.

Well, I'm sure you
could all transfer out

if I'm not matching
your expectations.

What?
You are an expert in horror

in academia and real life.

Why are you pretending
like that's not true?

What do you want? Hmm?

- What do you mean?
- No, what do you want? Hm?

You obsessive idiot.

What do you want,
a goddamn autograph?

What, you want some
grisly tidbit to--

to feed into your
death fetish?

Because humanity's saddest
and worst instinct excites you?

is that what you want?

Hey, that's mine!

All right.
Get out, everyone.

We're done for the day.

I will be speaking to
the head of English about this.

Asshole.

Hi, Andy.
Come in.

- For the hostess.
- Thank you so much.

Can I take your coat?

Uh, sure. Thanks.

- Look, sorry--
- So, listen--

Sending those flowers was
weird.

I know I should have
reached out before now.

Okay. Sorry. Can I start?
Please?

Yeah.

I'm the asshole here.

And you weren't weird at all.

You are not an asshole.

Sending those flowers
was so thoughtful,

and I could say that I was
just so busy with the movie

that I forgot to say thank you,
but I just--

I get it. I mean, you just
wanted to put it behind you.

That might sound
more believable

if I wasn't playing
Caitlin again.

Hey, it's your job.
There's no judgment.

Maybe a little judgment?
Maybe?

It's fine. It's natural.

We all have to make a living.

Yeah.

Anyways, um,
we wrapped a few months ago,

and there's actually
a screening tomorrow night.

Oh.

And instead of avoiding you,

I thought not only do I want
to say thank you for the flowers

with dinner and reconnect,
but I thought you probably saw

that the premiere is coming up

as part of the
Spinechiller showcase.

My algorithms
wouldn't let me forget.

Yeah, well. It's your part
of the news cycle.

Good luck escaping it.

And I thought...

Maybe you want to come
with me as my date.

And-- and look, I promise
it's nothing crazy, okay?

I swear, there's no red carpet.
It's just a genre critic
sneak peek

at a small venue, and--

and I would really love you
to see it with me.

I think you'd really appreciate
what the filmmaker's done here.

I really do. I mean it.

Yeah, he's taken a lot
of my input, and...

it's more than just
your standard slasher flick.

It is.
- Uh, can I--

Can I think on it?
- Yeah.

You can even say no,
and I'd understand.

Oh, shit. The stove.
One sec.

Uh, can I help?

No, no, no.
Um, you know what?

Just open the wine, the glasses
and the opener are on the
credenza.

Yeah.
Subtle's never been a word

to describe the
"Doomed Service" merch.

You could kill someone
with this.

And Caitlin did in
"Doomed Service 3: Peephole."

I hope you like stir fry.
I was supposed to be beef stew,

but I waited too long
to start cooking

and I didn't want to serve
you shoe leather.

Uh, you know,
we could have ordered in.

Still can, if this is too much.
- No.

You and I need
something extra normal.

And cooking
really chills me out.

- Ah. Cheers.
- Cheers.

You know, the way you spoke
about "Doomed Service,"

I gotta say--

I didn't expect all this.

Those films were my life
since I was a teen.

And now they are again.

Which is, uh--
well, a surprise,

For me, too.

I said no
and then I said no again.

And the third time I said no,
they promised me

I'd be a part
of the entire new trilogy.

- An offer you couldn't refuse.
- Yeah.

I want to act. And if they're
gonna give me

a say in the kind of
stories we tell,

then maybe I just
need to embrace it, right?

Don't worry, okay?

What would I have to worry
about?

After what we went through?

Oh, well, you and shovels, maybe.

And bathtubs.
Don't forget bathtubs.

Oh, how could I forget?

So how about you?
How have the past
few months been?

And again, I'm sorry
that I didn't check in, okay?

Stop apologizing. Seriously.

You know, if there's a correct
way to maintain a friendship

forged in the crucible of mass
murder, I don't know it.

"Crucible of mass murder."

There is that brain of yours.

Tell me they've given you
full tenure.

Ah, well,
I would need a PhD for that.

But you specialize in
true crime entertainment

or however you put it, and--

and you're the survivor of
the most infamous killing spree

since the Manson murders.

That should at least
qualify you for an honorary PhD,

or at the very least,
a humongous raise.

- Uh-huh.
- Right?

Well, life after Cold River
has not been as lucrative for me

as it has for you.

I-I was not trying
to shame you with that.

I'm-- I'm glad you're doing
well, I just--

We both deserve some kind
of happiness after all that.

It's-- it's just, uh...
- What?

You can tell me anything.

Hey, if there's anyone who's
gonna get you or me, it's us.

S-sometimes I feel
like I'm still there.

Like something's unresolved.

Do you ever feel like that?

No.

Just like--
what if we missed something?

Like?

I don't know,
Floyd and Shirley.

How do we know for sure
it was them?

Because they killed everyone

in that exact same spot
30 years ago.

Yes, 30 years ago,

when they were younger
and stronger and-- Kawayan,

he-- he was a big guy, okay?

He could take care of himself.

You honestly believe that
Floyd got the better of him?

Well, maybe it wasn't Floyd.

What, Shirley? That's
even more unlikely.

Not if he
didn't see it coming

and he wouldn't have.

Shirley pretended
to be so nice.

She got so close to me,

and one stab in the neck
is all it would have taken.

Hey, listen,
if we'd missed anything,

the police would have found it
by now.

Unless they weren't looking.

And why would they?

Floyd and Shirley,
they tick all the boxes.

It's easy. It shuts it down.

They tick all the boxes
because they're guilty.

Not you, not me,
not some stranger in the woods.
Them.

Okay, you know what?
Let's--

let's go through all
the murders.

Okay? Hemmingway.

They could have easily been
the ones

to boil him to death
in the sauna.

Are you sure?
I mean, they'd just arrived.

Yeah, but they'd already been
there an hour by then,

and they knew the
hotel's layout.

Portia and Crow,
Anyone could have killed them.

Floyd.

He took part in killing Ruby,
and he loved it.

Kawayan, I still think
it was Shirley

the way she was
sucking up to him.

And Adriana, we were all
in our separate rooms

when she died, so they could
have snuck out unnoticed easily.

And when Blake was killed,
same thing.

Not to mention I found Floyd
and Shirley the next morning,

surrounded by
the poor guy's remains.

And the cherry on top?
They tried to frame you.

Well, they did a
pretty good job of that.

Andy, listen--

what you're feeling is
not doubt. It's trauma.

We lived in a fearful state
for days.

Trapped, while we watched
people die horrible deaths.

- You've-- you seem fine.
- Don't believe it.

I've been keeping busy.

And the movie will keep me busy
until we're out in theaters.

And then maybe I'll fall apart
after that.

Or maybe I won't. Ever.
Who knows?

I do feel a strange victory
over those two, though.

And if the killer
had gotten away--

Well, that-- that's my worry.
Always.

Then I would be looking out
the window all the time.

But-- but we did it, Andy.

We put those two assholes
in the ground.

So please, please try
and be happy, okay?

Try and be happy
about everything we have

that we feared we'd lose.

We owe that to the rest of them.

Right?

Right. Yeah. You're right.

Something's still
bothering you.

Hey,
there's no secrets between us.

You kept me sane,
and you didn't have to,

so please let me help you.

I just want to preface
this by saying,

I know people do things
that don't make sense.

Yeah, obviously. I mean, I
almost took a bath

with a crazy lady I didn't know,
so...

Come on,
what's the question?

Okay, fine.

The drop down ceiling
in your room--

after Floyd and Shirley,
before the police arrived.

I saw a stain.
It was a blood stain.

And?

I looked behind
the ceiling tile, and I--

I found a heart.

- What?
- Portia's, I guess.

Like you'd hidden it as some
sort of trophy or something.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I saw with my own eyes, Paige.

Okay? So denying it-- you can't
because I know what I saw.

Well, I know what I didn't hide
in my goddamn ceiling, Andy.

Come on.

I mean,
could Adriana have done it?

Maybe. Or--

Crow as some kind of,
like, wacky magic thing.

But-- but me?
- Then why was it there?

And how did it get there?
I didn't put it there.

Portia definitely didn't.

But Floyd and Shirley,

maybe it was some kind of
ritual thing, or...

Or maybe the same way that
they hid that book in your room,

they hid Portia's heart in mine
so that they could frame me

if framing you didn't pan out.

Oh.

Of course. Yeah.

Framing me actually makes
a lot of sense, yeah.

God, I am so--

You're right. I'm so sorry.

So you thought
I was collecting body parts

like a serial killer,

and you still came
to meet me for dinner?

Honestly,
I didn't know what to think.

Why-- why didn't you
go to the police with this?

- I couldn't.
- Why-- if you thought I was

some sick psychopath?
- Because.

- Why?
- I knew I had to protect you.

Even if I put it there?

Even if I was
the real killer?

Even then.

Remember that limo ride up?

The hearse?
Yeah, it's hard to forget.

It was so ridiculously
over the top.

Arriving at that
stupid motel, I--

I hated it.

I hated myself, I hated
how I caved for the money.

Yeah, how much did they
pay you, anyway?

- Not enough.
- Oh.

I needed it, trust me.

Everyone else was just so
weird and-- pleasant

and self-involved...
- And opportunistic.

And we weren't?

But we were different.

I was there for research,
and, despite your pay day,

you seemed to be there to atone
for your part in things.

That's a way of putting it,
I guess. Maybe.

It ended up that way,
in the end.

Maybe that's why we survived.

'Cause we didn't deserve
to be killed.

There's no moral code.

We survived because
we worked together

and we beat those psychos.

if they'd killed you,
I don't know what I'd do.

Well, you wouldn't be doing
this, that's for sure.

True.

What's that they say
about the connection

between death and sex?
- No, this is different.

I'm glad I found you.

Glad I found you, too.

So, tonight--

You never
gave me an answer.

I mean,
I'm kind of a completionist,

and I have seen all
the other movies.

Yay! Okay.

Now, okay,
if you get freaked out,

all you have to remember
is that the blood

is just food coloring
and corn syrup.

And all the knives
are made out of rubber, okay?

Can you, uh,
tell me what I'm in store for,

at least, plot wise?
I mean, they're gonna

incorporate Floyd and Shirley, right?

And if you're still alive,
let me guess...

After being murdered
in the last movie,

Caitlin is brought back
by some kind of spell.

And so now she has her
own supernatural powers.

The perfect match
against Baphomet.

And since it's a trilogy,

it appears like she
vanquishes Baphomet.

Except right at the end,
he lurches up, alive again.

I'm close, right?

No. Not even!

Are you sure you want
me to spoil it?
- Yes.

Okay. So, first off,
only "Doomed Service"

I and II are
considered canon now.

Everything after them
never happened.

So this is really more
like a new "DS3"

and Caitlin is just still alive.

I hate that. That's--

No, that's such a disservice
to the franchise.

Says the guy
crapping all over them.

No, I only took issue with
the real life aspects

they distorted.

Movies themselves
are actually kind of fun.

Okay,
can I get that on record?

Hello?! They're supposed
to be fun.

But I guess all
those endless sequels

weren't exactly cinematic gems.

No, but they have
their charms.

So this must take place
years later, then.

Yeah. And since it's a reboot
and not just a sequel,

and this is what really sold me,

we discovered that
Caitlin actually has a daughter.

Someone young and hot
to draw in all the fanboys.

The real Caitlin didn't have
a daughter.

No, but
everyone loves a final girl.

Now they have two.

And if that wasn't enough,
we discover that Baphomet

is actually
Caitlin's first husband.

She really broke his heart when
she left him for that Joey dude.

Okay, but the ex-husband
in real life was cleared.

I mean, not after being hounded
into an early grave...

Well, this ain't real life.

And in our movie, he is alive
and back for revenge.

I really have to hand it
to the team.

Clutches at the heartstrings.

No, clutches
at the purse strings.

I can't believe they're mining a
horrible tragedy all over again.

Andy, just watch it tonight, okay?

See what you think.

'Cause if it does well,

critically and at the box
office,

this could mean an
entirely revived career for me.

I could get some amazing parts
and put Caitlin behind me,

and everything that we
went through would have
almost been--

Worth it?

Why don't we grab some sleep, okay?

It's gonna be a long night.

From Nick and Sam at Shudder
to David at Hollywood Suite,

we all knew the only way
we could make

the new "Doomed Service" slay
was if we stuck to

the OG history
of the crazy murders

that made these movies
what they are.

And that is the bloodiest,

raunchiest horror
sleaze flicks around!

Yasss!

So-- do you really want
that gross out gore,

that crazy violence, and
that yummy tingle down there?

I know you do.

Then you got to cast someone
who can run in a G-string
and heels

and strut blood
like a second skin.

Yeah, I'm talking about a gal
who is always too hot to die,

the number one
sleaze queen in the world--

Paige Harper.

- Thank you.
-I love you!

I love you!

Thank you guys so much
for being here.

- Thank you, Aaron.
- Yeah!

I'm really glad my mom's
not here

to hear me described like that.

I know you all know that
I had to take a little break.

A chance to sit
a "Doomed Service" out.

There was only so much blood
this gal could have
gushed on her.

But after I lived through
the real Cold River massacre,

I realized something.

I am Caitlin.

No, no, I'm better.

Because this mama didn't die.

Oh, yeah!

And armed with that experience,

I knew deep down in my
blood soaked heart

that I had to come back to my
"Doomed Service" family

and kick some Baphomet butt,
because Caitlin is--

say it with me now, please.

- Caitlin is--
-Too hot to die!

- Yeah.
- And just one more thing--

- Yeah, okay.
- One more thing--

I think you deserve to hear it
from me here first.

Not only is Caitlin back,

you get to have her for three

horny, blood soaked movies!

- Thank you.
- Yes! Thank you, yeah.

We are indeed.
We are indeed doing a trilogy.
Yes!

- Yeah!
- Uh, but...

what none of you know is
that Caitlin had a daughter.

Mm-hm.

We were gonna surprise you
during the screening,

but the cat's out of the bag,
so--

let's welcome
to the stage Paula Lynde!

I present to you our
next leading lady,

Caitlin's long lost daughter--
Emma!

Oh, my.

I have to say,

being drenched in your love
is almost as good

as being drenched in blood.

He's coming this way!

Caitlin! Don't go down there!

Fight me, Baphomet!

That's right, I'm back!

And I hate to break it to ya,
but you're not too hot to die!

You know, for an arch-demon
in the underworld,

you sure are dumb.

'Cause I got
my soul machete back--

And she's horny for demon guts!

That was notwhat we shot.

They told me I'd be
in all three,

but they chopped
my goddamn head off

using a body double.
- Paige--

And-- and they didn't
even have the guts

to call me in for a re-shoot.

Which-- which tells you
how shifty it all is, right?

Look, I know it doesn't feel
like it,

but you wanted to put
Caitlin behind you.

On myterms, Andy. Mine.

What the hell was that?

Do you know
how humiliating that was?

To have my part reduced
to a tiny bit like that?

- You lied to me.
- No, I did not lie--
- Yes, you did.

- You lied to me.
- No, I did not lie--

Yes, you did lie.
And you promised me.

I promised you I would do all
I could. We all did, okay?

But when we tested the movie,
Paula Lynde was just,

she was--
she's off the charts.

I had that audience eating out
of the palm of my hand.

Yeah, and you're gonna bring
them back, okay?

But she's gonna make them stay.
She's--

She's a star.

I'm so-- I'm sorry.

Well, you will be.
All of you.

'Cause you're going to
be getting calls

from my agents and my lawyers.

Okay. No.

Yeah, you-- you do
whatever you have to do.

Oh-- Wow, Andy,
uh, it is such an honor.

Get the fuck out of my face, asshole.

Let's get out of here.

And do what? Go where?

Go-- go-- go back to my
apartment and--

and stare at a phone
that's never gonna ring?

You are too good
for this garbage.

No, I'm not.

I'm not, Andy.

Just like you're
not too good for your college.

Who am I if I'm not Caitlin?

If I'm not a
goddamn final girl?

I promise you, Mama.

Baphomet may have
gotten away--

but I will avenge your death.

You okay?

Might as well see
what stupid thing they do

to my severed head.

I may have
just found you--

but now I'll never forget you.

No one will.

Got you!

That's the real Caitlin.

Did they put her in the movie?

I don't know.

I just can't believe
this is my life.

You again?
- Who's that?

Videoing me when I'm so happy
I might break!

The most beautiful woman
in the world.

Well, you are a flatterer.

These are cold,
hard facts, people.

Oh-- those are
the real photos.

These photos--
I mean--

Maybe this crime scene
photographer is a wizard.

He's an artist.
Can you believe this?

-That's Blake.
-Oh my God.

That's Adriana.

Jesus.
- What the hell is going on?

That bastard.

Where is he?
He needs to turn the shit off.

Hey, where is
the projection booth?

Did you take our
crime scene photos

and put them
in the movie?

I don't want that
crap in my movie.

Do you know where the booth is?

Well, shouldn't it be
over there?

I'm gonna go look for
the lights.
- Okay.

Hey! Open the door!

Get that out of my eyes!

Oh...

Why are we watching this?

What I like about
murder art is--

It's that staring
at a car crash impulse.

And let's admit it--

there's a killer
in all of us, right?

Help...

Aah!

Oh my God.

You-- you were back there.
Back there alone with Aaron.

And so were you.

Stay back. Stay back!

- Paige, I didn't do this.
- Then who did?

This was your plan all along,
wasn't it?

Get us up there. Cut us off.
Pick us off one by one.

So I could go to jail
for the rest of my life?

No, because then
Floyd and Shirley showed up.

Which I had nothing
to do with.

You got them to take
the blame for you.

Even asking me about that
heart in my ceiling,

just to throw me
off your scent.

You're the scent.

You killed everyone
to make yourself relevant again.

But then you found out
you got killed off, and,

oh, you didn't like that.
So your true colors came out.

I'm not a murderer.

No, you're an actor!

What are you doing?
- I'm making sure he's okay.

You sliced him with
a machete, of course he's
not okay!

What were you trying to prove?

With those bits
you added at the end, huh?

How could I have
pulled that off?

Well, you interviewed everyone
involved with the movies.

Maybe you're pals
with the editor.

Is he dead, too?

I'm not gonna let you
turn me into

one of your--
your cover stories.

I read everything you've
written

on these movies
and the murders.

You know, because I--
I was interested

in getting to know
the guy who saved my life.

They were pretty
damn obsessive, Andy.

From-- from the
woman who lives and breathes

the only character
she's ever played?

So much so that she goes on
some method slaughter fest?

Any actor worth their salt
can sense

how their scene partner
is doing.

And you...

You held your breath every time
Caitlin was on screen.

Every time.

Because I'd never seen
those videos before.

Bullshit.

They're from your sick
little personal collection,

aren't they?

You in love with her?
- No.

No?

You didn't show up
with your wine

and talk a good game

just so you could
fuck the fake Caitlin?

Shut your dirty goddamn mouth!

Bullseye.

The real Caitlin

was nothinglike you.

You've turned her into a bloody
soft-core wet T-shirt joke.

She was a special woman.

And it was obvious
from those videos.

They were a private glimpse

into a woman you've
disrespected.

And for you to make that
some cheap and sexual thing--

Oh my God. Oh my God.

You were in love with her.

I did.
I did love her.

She was your mother.

Oh...

That's why you killed
everyone.

Youkilled everyone.

No, I didn't.

Same way you drowned Shirley,

chopped Floyd's head off
with a goddamn shovel.

It was you.

Just like you would do to
anyone that didn't worship you!

You...

Oh my God!
Andy!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
You gave me no choice.

You must have hated me.

You must have hated me
for playing her.

I hated that.

Everyone thought
she was you.

I know.

But then you...

You-- then you changed
my mind about you.

I'm. Sorry. I'm so sorry.
I-I never considered

how much those movies would
have hurt everyone

everyone who knew
the real Caitlin.

I'm so sorry for my part.
I'm so sorry.

Please, please,
believe me. Please.

Everyone freeze! Now!

Please,
you have to believe me.

You have to believe me.
You have to believe me.

Please forgive me.
Please forgive me.
-Don't move!

Let me see your hands!

Hands!
- Help me!

- Andy!
- She's trying to kill me.
- Andy, no!

-She killed him!
- No!

And everyone
at the Cold River Motel!

Jesus, Andy,
tell them the truth!

Drop it!

Drop the knife!

Oh!

It's over, isn't it?

Final girl.

See you in Hell.

Hey, Katie.

We're so glad to have you
audition for

"Doomed Service: Hell Motel."

Have a seat.
We'll do a couple of takes.

Okay. Rolling, rolling.
Stand by.

And action.

Uh, I think
a slower turn is good.

Hey, Connor, can we punch in,
uh, a little bit more.

- 100%
- Close.

Real close. That's it.
That's beautiful.

See you in Hell.

Can we do one more?

I'd love to have the eyes
that are just dead.

- Okay.
- Uh, yeah. Just take your time.

I love it. Action!

See you in Hell.

And scene. That's it.
Great work, Katie.

- You think so?
- Yeah.
- I hope so.

I would literally kill
for this part.