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Film is magic.

And in the right hands,
a weapon.

Hello?
Yeah, you called me?
From the Vogue?

You are late. Mr. Bellinger
is waiting for you.

Mr. Sweetman.

Mr. Bellinger.

Wow, you have
an incredible collection.

Thank you.

I'm sure you have
some rare pieces of your own.

Not really.
It's too expensive.

Must be a torture--
hunting down pieces
for others,

to have something
in your hands, only to
give it up immediately.

Well, there's perks.

When I track down a rare print,
I get to screen it.

Quality-assurance purposes,
of course.
Of course.

La Fin Absolue
du Monde.

The absolute end
of the world.

What do you know
about it?

I know it played once,
opening night premiere,

the Festival International
du Cinema Fantastique
de Sitges.

Violence erupted
in the theater.

When Hans Backovic,
the director, tried
to get it out of the country,

the government seized it
and destroyed it,

not realizing it was
a work in progress
and his only print.

He quit the business.
That film's only been seen
by that one audience.

You did your homework.

But the government
didn't destroy the film.

What's this?

A prop from the film.

I'm a bit obsessive about
La Fin Absolue du Monde.

Why this particular film?

I have a collection
of over 8,000 films,

the most extreme images,

created by some of the most
obscure filmmakers from
around the world.

I'm not about to drag you
up here in the middle
of the night

for something that made
a schoolgirl dizzy.

I'm talking about
real power.

Were you at the festival
- when this played?
- Yes.

I even had tickets
for the screening.

But I had seen
Backovic's previous work
and I wasn't impressed.

So I went to see
the first Dr. Phibes instead,

hoping to meet
Vincent Price.

In '83, the Rotterdam Festival
announced a screening.

By the time I'd flown there,
they had canceled it,
saying it was an error.

The fact that the venue
had burned down must have had
something to do with it.

Every mention of the film
since '71,

every rumor about
underground screenings,

the official report
from Sitges, Mr. Sweetman.

Why are you giving me this?

Isn't it obvious?

I want you to find
the print for me.

Finding a rare print
can be costly, even under
the best circumstances.

La Fin Absolue du Monde
is-- it's infamous.

It's rarer than rare.

If there was a print of that
out there, I'd know it.

It is out there,

believe me.

My sources
are unimpeachable.

Follow me.

I have to show you something.

As you can see,
I collect more than movies,
Mr. Sweetman.

Meet one of the stars
of La Fin Absolue du Monde.

Tell Mr. Sweetman
what you told me.

We are a part of the film,

bound to the negative,
like soul to flesh.

If it had been destroyed,
we would know.

I did terrible things
in my life.

I know full well
what will happen

to this desiccated cobweb
I call a soul.

Call me crazy, but I wanted
at least a taste of heaven

before an eternity
of hell.

Money is no object.

I pay all your expenses

and $100,000 on top.

I'm not a well man,

and my days are numbered.

But I don't want to die
without having seen this film.

Why me?

Because you have great taste
as a programmer.

Your theater is
a shit box.

You have 800 seats,

and you are happy to sell
50 tickets a night.

Find this copy for me.

And after I've seen it,

I'll give it to you
for a two-weeks' run.

I promise I wouldn't give it
to any other theater.

You need it.

200,000.

200,000.

A deal?

There you are,
you son of a bitch.

♪ Kirby Sweetman

♪ Is my sweet man

Are you my sweet man, Kirby?

Will you take care
of me, always?

Hey, Timpson, what's up?

Our last show will be over
in about 15 minutes.

Profondo Rosso,
ready to go.

Did you, uh--
- you get your souvenir?
- Dude.

It's Argento.
Had to do it.

What's it with you
and the cigarette burns?

When you're watching a film
and one of those bugs appears,
it lets you know,

you know? Something's
gonna happen.

"Hold on. Here it comes."

You take 'em out...

all of a sudden, it's anarchy.

All right, Mr. Anarchy,
try not to burn the place down
when I'm away.

Did you get a new client?
Yeah, yeah.

An incredible offer.
The guy kind of freaks me out.

What film is it this time?

La Fin Absolue du Monde.

No shit?

No shit.

Kirby knows absolutely
everything about movies.

And the theater--
It's beautiful.

It just needs a little work.

Yeah. We could do it ourselves.

Think of it
as a wedding present.

Okay?

Why don't you wait in the car,
sweetheart, while Kirby and I
work out the details?

Okay.

This is not a gift.
It's a loan.

Get your shit together.

Get her shit together.

Don't make me sorry.

Excuse me, sir,
but we're not open yet.

Oh, Mr. Matthews.

Listen, Kirby's not here
right now.

I-I can tell
him you came--

Oh, wow, look at that.

You're a hard man
to get hold of.

It's almost like
you're avoiding me.

Why would I avoid you?
You're so much fun
to be around.

We need to talk.

Look, I don't have time
to talk to you right now.
How about a check for 200,000?

Got time to talk about that?
I'll get you
your money.

When?
Soon!

No, I don't believe that.

I don't believe
anything you say.

Look, I know that
you're not gonna go away
until I get you your money,

but every time you stop by,
every time you call,

I feel like I'm getting
cut open.

I see Annie's face every day,
all day long.

You have no idea
what I'm going through
to get you out of my life.

You've got one week.
If you can't get the money,

I'll take great delight
in coming down here

and tearing
this shit hole down.

A.K. Meyers.

I've read all this guy's shit.
Good critic.

Big fan of the esoteric.

Out of all Kale's disciples,
the most original thinker.

"In order to fully appreciate
La Fin Absolue du Monde,

"one must understand
the context in which
it premiered.

"The Sitges Festival is still
young, but there is a boldness
to their programming

"that makes this
an essential stop for any fan

"of what are typically
thought of as lesser genres:

science fiction, fantasy
or horror."

What's he up to these days?
I don't know.

He lives upstate in New York,
kind of a recluse.
I'll tell you when I get back.

Mr. Meyers, can I speak
to you, please?
Go away.

It's important.
It'll just take a minute.

Who sent you?

No one sent me. It's about
something you wrote.
It's about a review.

I'm done with all that.
I won't discuss any review.

It's about La Fin
Absolue du Monde.

Mr. Meyers, did they
pass out any press notes
at the Sitges screening?

They did.

Did you happen to save
- any of those?
- I did.

I'd love to read those or
anything else you have on
La Fin Absolue du Monde.

Dangerous.

Backovic said, "Film, in
the right hands, is a weapon."

He was right.

"La Fin Absolue du Monde
is not a movie,
but more like a bullet

"fired directly into
the collective brain pan
of all those assembled,

and the only rational response
is violence."

We trust filmmakers.

We sit in the dark,
daring them to affect us,

secure in the knowledge
that they won't go too far.

I've read your review
twice on the plane

and I still have no idea
what this movie's about.

Hans Backovic was a terrorist.

He abused that trust
we place in filmmakers.

He didn't want to hurt
his audience, he wanted
to destroy them completely.

I've seen extreme gore
and it never made me crazy
or violent.

What is it about
La Fin Absolue du Monde
that is so dangerous?

Backovic was brilliant.
Yeah, but all that violence
in the theater,

that was all
exaggerated, right?

If anything, the incident
was downplayed.

I watched four people die.

It smelled like
a slaughterhouse.

The center aisle
was slick with blood.

Backovic knew
what he was doing.

When Stravinsky's "The Rite
of Spring" premiered to riots,

it was an accident.

La Fin Absolue du Monde
was no accident.
He told me so.

Wait. You spoke
to Backovic?

At the start of the festival.

He told me exactly
what was going to happen.

I recorded the whole interview.

Could I listen
to that tape?

People weren't ready.
They still aren't.

That review I published
was a joke.

It doesn't begin
to describe the film.

I was given the opportunity
to be the messenger
and I failed.

But you'll see.

People will understand
as soon as I finish
my new review.

Is that what this is,
all of this?

That one review?
Almost finished now.

There's a chance that
there still may be
a print out there.

I was hired to find it.

To what purpose?

To show it.

You should know
what you're getting into.

You're right.

The film is still alive.

Even if they tried
to destroy it, they couldn't.

Some films are meant
to be seen.

These--

These will change
your life.

Now, promise me.

Promise me,
when you find the film,

you'll let me see it again.

I've dreamed about it
every night for 30 years,

laying eyes on it again.

Once you start this,
you can't just shake it off

and walk away.

It gets inside you.

Mr. Backovic, this is
your third feature film.

Well, I prefer not
to categorize any film.

What difference
does running time make?

The mechanics of film,
the language,

that is what matters.

Your work, so far,
has been experimental.

You eschew
conventional narrative.

Narrative is dead.

Hollywood is shit.

Film, it's not
entertainment.

Bonjour, Monsieur Sweetman.
This is your wake-up call.

Oh, fuck.

So, you're on the hunt
again, Kirby?
Yeah, but this is different.

I'm looking for something
that may not even
exist anymore.

You chose an inopportune time,
I'm afraid.

We are reorganizing
the archives. Everything's
in boxes, as you can see.

But if you give me the title--
La Fin Absolue du Monde.

Maybe I need to brush up
on my French, but did you
just call me a name?

Who asked you to do this?
A private collector.

Then he's the fool.
Don't help him.
I may not have a choice.

I'm up to my neck in debt.
This one job could turn
everything around.

Don't do it for
the money, Kirby.
It's not worth it.

This guy came to me
because he heard
I could find anything.

I'd kind of like
to prove him right.

Besides, I'd like to see
the film.

How much do you know about
La Fin Absolue du Monde
and Hans Backovic?

Not enough. I talked
to A.K. Meyers about it.

Nice choice.
Most people start with Sitges
and try to track it that way.

Most people?

You don't think you're
the first to look
for this film, do you?

If you know so much about it,
why don't you try to help me
find it?

You can use my assistant's
office next door.
But it's not in there.

You have to earn this movie.

What do you know about
Patton League?
The cinematographer?

Yeah. You think
he can help me?

A tragic story, that.
He went blind after
they made the movie.

As I understand, he won't
even speak Backovic's name.

The last person to ask him
about La Fin Absolue du Monde

needed six stitches
from where League smacked him
with his cane.

What's with all the mystery?

There's a wall of silence
around this film,
around Backovic's whole life!

If I could just talk to him
for a secon--
He's dead.

There's no records
that he's dead.
Trust me.

Backovic is quite dead.

Who told you that?
His family? His friends?

Anybody maybe you could
introduce me to?

I'm sorry,
I can tell you no more.

Henri.

You disappoint me.
You should not be here.

I thought we were friends.
But you know more
than you're telling me.

That film that you're holding--
that's one of Backovic's
short films, isn't it?

You do not understand.
I don't understand anything
that's happening to me.

Last night I saw something I--
A circle?

Huh? Like the reel change
in a movie?

Yeah.

Then it's started.

You're already in it.

It's only going to
get worse from here.

What's started?
What's happening to me?

The more you look
for this film, the more
you will see those burns.

You'll pay for every step
closer you'll take.

I'm trying
to do you a favor.

I'm telling you to walk away
because I like you, Kirby.

I've been where you are
right now. I've felt
that same building curiosity,

like an unscratchable itch.

I had to know.

I had to see it.

I was the projectionist
at a private screening
in 1988.

The faces in that room--

Famous, beautiful people
from all over Europe.

When I threaded the film
into the projector,

I saw those same dots
you described.

And when I actually
started it running...

I lost my nerve,
I looked away.

It was playing right there,
right in front of me,

and I was too frightened
to watch.

When the screaming started
and the smell of blood hit me,

I tried to stop the film.

The projector wouldn't
shut off and I grabbed
the film to rip it out

and then I saw
those same circles.

And... I don't know.

I must have blacked out.

Time seemed to drop away.

When I came to, the film
was over and my hand... Look,

I appreciate you trying
to protect me, I really do.
But I need this.

I won't watch the film,
and I won't play it
at my theater.

I'll give it to this collector
and I'll walk away.

If I were you,
I would not call this number.

This man has
an excellent collection,
but he's dangerous.

Does he have the film?

No.

But he does have items
given to him by
the Backovic estate.

God knows why.

He can get in touch
with them for you.

It's not for me.
It's for a client.

But you're curious,
aren't you?

If Henri sent you to me,
then you've had
your first glimpses.

Glimpses?
Glimpses of what?

It's different
for everyone.

What you see isn't
the important part.

It's the way you change.

It's what the film
does to you that matters.

Have you seen the film?
No.

Would you if you got
the chance?

Of course.

Is it true that you
keep in contact
with the Backovic estate?

I've got a number
I've called a few times.

I've managed to pry
a few items loose.

Backovic's widow can be
difficult to deal with.

I admire a man
like Backovic--

unafraid to transgress,

in life and in art.

You see,

I've always wanted
to make my own films.

But I detest the falseness
of Hollywood.

I would rather die
than make something false.

Don't you agree?

Yeah. Sure.

Don't leave, Mr. Sweetman.

There's so much more
for us to talk about.

What is it that
you Americans say, huh?

"Relax."

"Chill out."

The blade of a splicing table
can be used to create a lie

or to tell the truth.

It all depends
whose hand it's in.

This may be larger than
an actual splicing blade,

but you get the point.

I believe in truth.

One take.

One uninterrupted shot.

The only cut
was to her.

I turned her into art.

Something happens when
you point the camera
at something terrible.

The resulting film
takes on power.

No, it doesn't!
Cinema isn't powerful.

It doesn't reveal
some hidden truth.
It's just fuckin' murder!

You're not listening to me,
my friend.

You come all this way,

then you don't listen.

You want to understand why
La Fin Absolue du Monde

tore through the audiences.

Backovic was
an exceptional editor.

He understood the value
of a cut.

But there was more to it.

They say the movie
works subliminally
as you're watching.

But the thing that made
the film a weapon?

Blood.

Spilt blood.

What if you got hold
of an angel,

a divine being
with the blood of God

flowing through its veins?

And what if you
sacrificed it... on camera?

Something that profound,

that personal--

it changes everyone
who was part of putting
it on film

and everyone who sees it.

The closer you get
to the film,

the more you'll be changed too.

This was Backovic's secret.

"Film is magic," he said.

And he was right.

What is it you see?

Who is it who haunts you?

Will they be waiting for
you on the other side?

Fuck you.

Fuck me? Fuck me?
Huh?

Fuck you, psycho!

Tell me where
the film is.

Tell me who to talk to!
No!

You have the film?

Katja!

Ah, bonjour. Can you connect me
to Air France, si vous plais?

Yes?
Miss Backovic, can I speak
to you for a minute?

I've come a long way.

Are you my sweet man, Kirby?

Will you take care
of me always?

You're not real.

You saw something that
upset you. In the elevator?

You could say that.
Yet now you are here.

You must want this very badly.
You're the first one to ever
make it this far.

I didn't expect you
to be here. I thought you'd
be in Europe somewhere.

This is still very much his
house. He's in every room.

Hans moved us here because
he thought it would become
a place to make films

more affordably
than Hollywood could.

Twenty years later,
he's right.

I have so many questions.

I'm not sure I have
the answers you're
looking for.

But we'll see.

Do you have a print of
La Fin Absolue du Monde?

That's not what
you want to know.

You want to know if
the stories about
the film are true.

Are they?

Yes. Unfortunately.

Why are you looking
for the film?
I'm being paid to.

That is just an excuse.

If someone paid you
to kill a man, would you?

No, of course not.

But you have been warned
about this.

La Fin Absolue du Monde
is no ordinary film.

That's what everyone keeps
telling me, like I'm going
to back off or something.

I don't want to see an ordinary
film. I want to see
something extraordinary.

You sound exactly like Hans.

He would do anything
to make his films stand out.

Who produced the film?
You're very direct.

I just wanna hear
somebody say it.

I asked Hans
the same question, many times.

"The producers of this film
produce many other things:

chaos, sorrow,
suffering, famine."

What does that mean?
The devil?

Hans never put a name on it.

"Evil is evil," he would say.
"Does a name really matter?"

Come with me.

I have something to show you.

This is nice.

He kept it all
state of the art
until the year he died.

How did he die? There was
no official obituary.

Hans...

became obsessed with
La Fin Absolue du Monde.

During the last year
of his life,

all he did was watch it,

like a punishment.

In the end,
he got too close to the fire.

The film was too effective.

It, um-- It got inside him.

It made him crazy.

He stopped by the kitchen
on the way to find me...

in the bedroom.

He meant to kill us both.

But when he cut my throat...

he only disfigured me.

When he cut his own throat...

he died.

I'm not sure I got
the better deal.

I was left to take care of
La Fin Absolue du Monde.

I hate that film.
And I understand its power.

I wish it had never
been made.

Do you understand
what that's like, Kirby?

Wanting to do penance
for something

but knowing
it's too late.

Yeah.

I do.

People said terrible things
about Hans.

Some people said
he deserved his death.

Maybe he did.

But I miss him... terribly.

Miss Backovic--
Oh. Katja.

Katja, um...

can I watch
the film?

I put it here.

I hate even having it
in the house.

Ever since I've been tracking
this, I've been seeing flashes.

Circles with images
inside of them.
The cigarette burns?

Yeah. And every time
I see them, something--

Terrible things happen.
When did they start?

I heard a tape
of an interview with Hans.

Ever since I heard his voice--
You were marked.

That's how potent
La Fin Absolue du Monde is.

It doesn't just affect you
when you're watching it.

As soon as you start
getting close to it,

it rubs off on you,

like you're stepping
into quicksand.

So go ahead,
take the film.

It's already too late.

I can feel it.

It's worth every penny.

Fuck!

Timpson, yeah,
I just got back.

I'm standing in front
of the theater right now.
Where the fuck are you?

You were here? When
did he come back and
put the chains on?

He said I had two weeks.

All right, all right.
Relax, relax.
I've got the money.

We'll be back
in business by tomorrow.
I'll take care of it.

Yeah, I'm fuckin' pissed!

No, man, I'm not
pissed at you.
All right. Bye.

Hello?

Bellinger?

Yeah, but wai-wai-wait.
What happened?

All right.
I'm coming right now.

Mr. Bellinger!
Mr. Bellinger!

Mr. Bellinger called me.
You brought the film
to this house!

Look, I don't want
any trouble, all right?

But you brought trouble
to this house, didn't you?

And now you're back.

Hell...

I know what you want.
You want to see the movie.

No, I don't.
Yes, you do.

I hope you get
what you want,

what you deserve!

Bellinger?

You missed the good part.
What's going on?

Oh, nothing.
And everything is all right.

You sure? Maybe I should
call a doctor.

I have done terrible things
in my life.

You don't make as much money
as I have...

without burying a few bodies.

You only can sleep at night...

if they stay buried.

They never do.

You watched
La Fin Absolue du Monde?

Yeah.

I highly recommend it.

It's... not a movie, however.

It's a preview.

It's the coming attractions
of the soul.

In my case...

a hell of an ending.

You said on the phone
you needed help.

I was going to ask you

to find another movie
for me.

After all, you did
a good job with this one.

I don't need it anymore.

I have been... inspired.

I made my own movie.

Jesus, Walter,
what are you doing?
What's going on here?

What filthy fucking thing--
What is this?

We don't wanna be here now!
You're right.

Lately I've been spending
a lot of time doing things
I never would have expected.

Like sitting outside your
theater for days at a time,
with a loaded gun

or letting my business go
to hell while I figure out
ways to ruin your life.

I didn't want
to throw my life away.

But now, if you get
shot here,

what's it matter,
who's going to notice?

Just one more freak
on a stack of bodies tomorrow.

Hey!

No.

Annie, baby!
Daddy?

Hush, hush.
Daddy's here.

Things'll be fine.
Everything's gonna be fine.

Daddy?
I'm right here.
I'm right here.

I'm so cold.

Everything's fine.

I'll get you out of here.

Daddy?

I'm sorry, honey.

Everything will be
okay now, okay?

I'm-- I'm hungry.

I see now.
I understand.

Annie?

What's happening?
She was just here!

Of course she was,
'cause you won't let her go.

I loved her.

I loved her too!
But I see now,

since we can't
both let her go,

it's like we're killing her
over and over again.

And we'll never let her go.

Not until we're both dead.

Here's your fucking money.

I love you. I'm sorry.

Thank you... for this.

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