Blood Dolls (1999)

[bunniefuu]

[bats squeaking]

[mellow creepy music]

He's not going to be happy.

Don't worry about that,

I can handle Mr. Travis.

There are just a few things

you need to be aware of.

What are they?

Well, you know how

billionaire geniuses

tend to be eccentric.

Not from personal

experience, but I'll use

it as an operating principle.

Well, if there happens to be

a dwarf or a clown in there,

don't be alarmed.

Dwarf or clown.

Okay.

And don't be surprised

if there are some girls

playing music in a cage.

They're his private rock band.

They're pretty

talented, actually.

So why are they in a cage?

Oh, and don't be

surprised at the mask.

The mask?

Yes, Mr. Travis

always wears a mask.

Why?

Well, if you feel

inclined, you can ask him.

Is that you Cindy darling?

Yes, Mr. Travis.

Ms. Agami, Mr. Loftus,

please come in.

Thank you.

[strange music]

[children chattering]

Nice to see you again Ms. Agami.

Nice to see you, Mr. Mascaro.

I'm sorry, I didn't

see you there.

Don't!

I'm not a dog you know.

Yeah, sorry.

How're you doin' girls?

[bickering in cage]

Hey girls.

How're you doin'?

Hi Ms. Agami.

Don't f*ck with me you b*tch.

How you doin' Razor Baby,

Cotton Baby, Black Baby?

Shirley.

Good morning Ms. Agami.

I do believe Mr. Travis has

a little surprise for you.

Oh Shirley, I don't

think Mr. Travis can

surprise me anymore.

I betcha he can.

Please, don't let me

interrupt you crazy kids.

[giggling]

When do they start biting

the heads off chickens?

You think they don't?

Cindy my dear, come

on over here and bring

your charming young friend.

This way please.

It's good to see you

again, Mr. Travis.

I detect a note of

irony in your voice,

Cindy dear.

Howard isn't it?

Don't worry, I won't

ask you to shake.

Please.

These are my new, oh

one moment please.

Hylas, my boy.

Some music.

Selection number three, I think.

Number three!

Play, play!

[girls screaming]

[slow rock music]

♪ Die baby, die

♪ You're about to go when

♪ You don't even know it

♪ Die baby, die

[mid-tempo rock music]

As I was saying, these are

my latest acquisitions.

Some dolls.

Have a look.

My, how r*cist.

It's surprising

how even rudeness

can be pleasant coming

from an attractive woman.

I am of course r*cist, but

an equal opportunity one.

It's charming.

It's strange but they

look very familiar.

Do they?

Well enough of this.

Etiquette requires some

polite conversation before

getting down to business.

Said obligation has, I

think, been discharged.

I must now inform you that

I am extremely displeased.

I do not like reading

about myself in the papers,

especially when my

name is coupled with

the phrase billion dollar loss.

If you wanna blame

someone, blame the judge,

blame the federal prosecutor.

I make no excuses.

I accept none.

As for the judge and the

prosecutor have no worries.

As a good business man, I

always balance my books, always.

Mr. Travis sir, I can

understand how upset--

Really?

And how could you understand?

Have you ever lost a billion

dollars to the ineptitude

of a pair of

overpriced shysters?

Please don't answer, it's

a rhetorical question.

That's not at all fair.

Indeed.

Well, no one ever claimed

that life was fair.

And certainly no one

ever claimed that I was.

[clanking, whirring]

What the hell?

Mr. Travis, what do

you think you're doing?

Your failure compels me

to take direct action

to remedy this dire situation.

You leave me no choice.

This is crazy.

Let us out of these things.

Three competitors

are responsible

for this situation.

Don't know that.

No, you don't know it, I do.

Mercy Shaw, George Warbeck,

and most importantly,

Harrison Yulin.

Through their devious and

underhanded imaginations

they have orchestrated

this financial catastrophe,

this veritable holocaust

of corporate destruction.

Bringing me to the

verge of financial ruin.

I relied upon you to stop them.

You have failed.

Now one of you is

going to assist me.

Mr. Travis, you're not asking

us to do anything ill*gal.

Well actually, I

only need one of you.

Now which one of these

chairs had that little extra

built in?

Well I just can't

quite remember.

Let's find out.

[suspenseful music]

[whirring]

No!

No, no, no!

No!

[screaming]

Volume up please Hylas.

Volume up.

[screaming]

[music gets louder]

[screaming drowns out lyrics]

[gurgling]

Well, I don't suppose

there's any more

need for secrets between us.

Close your mouth,

Cindy dear, it's rude.

I've never spoken to you

about my mother, Eugenia,

have I?

She's a remarkable woman.

All together ahead of her time

in so many different ways,

including genetic engineering.

You see, she made me.

I'm perhaps her most

perfect creation.

Although not as you can

see altogether perfect.

What do you want?

What do I want?

A very good question,

Cindy my dear.

I've searched high and low

for answers to that question,

but I have yet to

find any that speak

to my peculiar circumstances.

I have thus been forced

to make my own way.

Your incompetence has put

all of this in jeopardy.

Now I must insist that

you make it right.

But I think it's time to end

this pleasant conversation

and proceed with the

matter of your assistance.

Mr. Mascaro?

If you please.

[crying]

No.

[creepy music]

I take it you're familiar

with the iron maiden?

This is crazy.

This is crazy!

Well, this is rather

different, though it does

share some qualities in

common, but it's designed

not to transfix victims so

much as to compress them.

I can only judge from the

reactions of the previous

occupants that it is a

rather painful process.

Oh, by the way, you mentioned

the federal prosecutor,

Mr. Averill, and the

judge, the honorable n*gro

Arthur Morton.

They'd be able to describe

the process to you,

if they could still speak.

You could ask them.

[creepy laugh]

[growling]

[screaming]

Mr. Mascaro, let's

begin the sequence.

[screaming]

[electricity zapping]

No, no, no!

Hylas, selection

number seven please.

No! [crying]

Play!

Play number seven you b*tches!

[electricity zapping]

[screaming]

♪ You were working in a disco

♪ Go-go dancing in a cage

♪ Your rubber dress and

eight-inch platforms ♪

[screaming]

[electricity zapping]

♪ Someday soon I'm

gonna steal your soul ♪

[electricity zapping, screaming]

♪ Pain

♪ Love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the shame

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

A toast to the

founder of the feast.

Travis's billion dollar loss

is our billion dollar gain,

Mr. Harrison Yulin.

[glass clinking]

God damn, I'll drink

to that alright.

Drink to myself.

You must be very proud of

your husband, Mrs. Yulin.

There aren't many men

who could accomplish what

my Harrison has.

Of course I'm proud of him.

Well it was the smoothest

bit of corporate rogering

I've ever witnessed.

I only wish I could see Virgil

Travis's face right now.

Well, from what I

hear, nobody ever has.

Oh, he must be

shy, or maybe ugly.

He sounds like an idiot.

Yes, I know.

It's a masterful disguise.

That man is the most

brilliant business man

in the entire world,

excepting myself.

My only mistake was

underestimating him.

Harrison, I wanna talk

to you about this merger.

The what?

No, no, not tonight,

we've all had a busy day

and my husband needs his sleep.

Tomorrow will be soon enough.

Moira, no one that I

know could kick guests

out into the cold

with more charm.

You're right of course,

I think it's time

we headed on home.

How unfortunate, now

they'll go to their bedroom.

I've never been able to

monitor what goes on in there.

Why not?

I'm not sure.

Countermeasures of some kind.

If he can keep you from

listening upstairs,

why not downstairs?

I have asked myself

this question,

and no answer is forthcoming.

I suspect that there is

some subtlety involved.

In any case it's a moot point.

Secrets are best kept in

the grave, and Mr. Yulin

may keep his there,

along with the other two.

And with the evil assistance

of my new creations,

and yours as well Mr. Mascaro.

Ah.

I shall have my

cookie after all.

How many times have

I told you to turn on

the jamming devises

when you come in here?

The what?

The jamming devices!

Sorry, sorry, hmm, hmm,

now honey, now honey,

I mean mistress,

hmm, hmm, ow, ow.

Try to pay attention.

Yes, yes, yes.

Shut up!

Keep kissing and listen.

Yes.

[smooching]

Those idiots think

that we checkmated

Virgil Travis, but I know

better, he's still in the game.

But, but you said the

ruling was appeal proof.

Ow!

It was appeal proof

because we bought the judge

and the federal prosecutor.

If you ever bothered to read

the paper, you'd have noticed

that they both disappeared

within the last 72 hours.

Vacation?

Ow!

Hardly.

Travis has clearly opted

for the direct approach.

He's had them m*rder*d.

m*rder*d, you're kidding me.

Do I sound as if I'm joking?

Now I must reevaluate him.

Clearly he's an

audacious player.

sh**t, you really think that?

I mean, hmm, hmm, I mean,

mistress, I mean Travis

may be a bit eccentric,

but sh**t, you really think

he'd go and hmm, m*rder people?

Why not?

We've had people m*rder*d.

What?

We have?

Who?

Harrison, do you

really wanna know?

I, I, I, I.

Shut up, Harrison!

Now Virgil Travis is

going to try to eliminate

all of us, which if we're

careful, we might find useful.

Warbeck and Shaw were necessary

but inevitably expendable,

not worth the risk for

us to eliminate them,

but if Virgil Travis

wants to do it for us,

all the better.

Pay attention.

Ow! Yes!

And just you remember,

little Harry,

who has the brains

in this outfit.

Yes, mistress.

Keep kissing.

[metal crashing]

Jesus, doesn't that hurt?

Eat me.

In your f*ck' dreams.

[growling, grunting]

Cut it out now.

Quit foolin' around.

Why them?

I've always come

through for you.

Now, now, no jealousy.

Don't think of them

as competitors,

think of them as new weapons.

Come to know them.

Come to love them.

They'll k*ll for you, for us.

Who's first, Yulin?

No, a man of his intelligence

will know what I intend.

One of the others.

It really doesn't

matter which is first.

Um, you'll need a disguise.

No problem.

[suspenseful music]

[beeping, clicking]

[weights clanking]

[laughter]

Hey kid, why don't you

get your face out of

the comic book and start

paying attention to

the monitor, got it?

Damn.

Hey, power's out.

You don't say.

The backup's gone down too.

That means the whole

security grid is out.

What are we supposed to do?

[phone ringing]

Squires.

What the hell is

going on, Squires?

The power's down.

Yes sir, we're checking it

out right now to confirm--

Confirm my spotty d*ck.

What the hell am I paying for?

Call the g*dd*mn

electric company and get

their asses out here.

Yes, sir.

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

Get ready to rock and roll.

Central Electric,

how may I help you?

Yes, I'd like to

report a power outage.

♪ Velvet crush, the

smell of your skin ♪

♪ Petals and silver,

the ultimate sin ♪

♪ The beautiful girl

with the chemical eyes ♪

♪ Will sleep tonight

on a bed of lies ♪

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll ♪

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

[knocking on door]

♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car

♪ Trashed up dreams

like a falling star ♪

Make a service call?

Let me see some ID please.

♪ If all else fails

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll ♪

Search him.

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll ♪

He's clear.

Do you mind showing me the box?

Alright, take him

down to the basement.

I may have to run a

wire from the truck.

Whatever.

♪ Beautiful girl

with chemical eyes ♪

♪ Will sleep tonight

on a bed of lies ♪

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

♪ Chemical sex in a stolen car ♪

♪ Trashed up dreams

like a falling star ♪

♪ Into the truck and

filled with nails ♪

♪ k*ll the scale

if all else fails ♪

[phone ringing]

Squires.

What the hell's

the story, Squires?

I'm still in the f*cking

stone age down here.

The electrician's here now, sir.

I'm currently doing a room

sweep to confirm our integrity.

Oh confirm my hairy a*s.

We're all naked as jay

birds without that juice.

Would you like me

to come down there

and be with you, sir?

Don't be a smart a*s,

do your job and get

the power back on!

Yes, sir.

[creepy laughter]

[creepy music]

Who the hell is there?

I said who the hell's there?

[creepy laughter]

[gleeful moaning]

[growling]

♪ k*ll, p*ssy, k*ll

[squeaking]

Oh sh*t.

[screaming]

[growling]

[screaming]

[gleeful moaning]

Help me!

Help!

Did you hear something?

Squires help!

Two kinds of people I

know about, little man.

The kinds that piss their

pants when you k*ll them,

and the kind that don't.

Now, which kind do

you think you are?

Pisser.

[screaming]

Warbeck!

Mr. Warbeck!

Jesus Christ.

Come on out, I know you're

in there, I see you!

[g*n firing]

Come out, I know you're here!

What the f*ck!

[screaming]

[g*n firing]

[laughter]

It's good to get

out of that costume.

No doubt.

What do you think of

my little darlin's now?

I have to admit,

they walked the walk.

Have you arranged

for a scapegoat?

Already taken care

of, Mr. Travis.

Excellent.

Efficient as always Mr. Mascaro.

h*m* dr*fter

passing through the area.

Evidence will prove he was--

Please.

Please I trust you

with the details.

Who's next?

The woman.

Undecided.

They will suspect us and

take additional precautions.

This will require

further cogitation.

I'm resolved in this

matter, Mr. Mascaro,

I'm not rash.

[whirring, chirping]

I'm not interested in

talking about a merger,

not after what they

did to Warbeck.

Well you know what

they say, life goes on.

Yeah, that's exactly the point.

I intend for my life to go on.

Don't think I follow you.

Honest to god, Harrison,

sometimes I don't know

what to make of you.

You don't actually believe

that fairy tale about

a g*y dr*fter, do you?

I mean, come on, Warbeck

was about a heterosexual as

a Kennedy.

As who?

Ask her what she's

planning to do.

Kennedy, I said.

Well, what is it you

plan on doing, Mercy?

Planning on leaving

town tonight and I'm not

telling a living

soul where I'm going.

Mm-hmm, kinda hard to

do business that way.

Oh to hell with the business.

You know, I've always been

in it for the money anyway,

not the ego.

I've already made more than

I can spend in this lifetime.

It's not worth

risking my life for.

Huh?

Look, Warbeck's out, so am I.

Tell her it's not

so easy to back out.

Well, it may not be

so easy to back out.

Are you threatening

me, Harrison?

Huh?

No, I'm not the one

to be afraid of.

No, I'm not the one

to be afraid of,

no sir, not me.

Fine alright, you

wanna buy me out?

Go ahead.

Call my attorney, I'll

be in touch with him.

Price.

Price?

I don't know.

I don't know, Christ.

I mean, you heard what

happened to Warbeck

and his guards.

Look, I can't even think

about it right now.

Just make me an offer

through my attorney, okay?

Goodbye Harrison.

Best of luck.

Best of luck, honey.

Get upstairs you

miserable, ignorant wretch,

Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.

Quiet you idiot.

You still want to k*ll her?

Hmm, of course.

This is as much a matter

of pride as profit.

Won't be easy.

One moment please, Mr. Mascaro.

I just wanna listen to

that last little bit again.

Okay, coming up, mm-hmm.

Coming up.

That's a funny thing

for him to say.

What's coming up?

Anybody, mm-hmm,

I mean mistress.

Sit down.

Where?

On the floor!

We gonna watch a

little movie, mm-hmm?

Shut up, Harrison.

If you keep talking,

I'll have to punish you

and I just don't have

the time right now.

This is a download from

the audio/video bug

in Warbeck's house.

How'd we get a bug

in Warbeck's house?

There is no we, Harrison,

there's only me,

and a sloppy man

-shaped appendage, you.

I placed the bug in

Warbeck's house when we went

there for Christmas.

It takes one image

ever five seconds,

downloads automatically

at intervals.

None of this means

anything to you of course.

The k*lling took place

sometime after midnight.

There.

The gymnasium is at the end

of this hall, that's where

he was going.

So now he and Warbeck are

being k*lled, so let's

jump ahead a few moments.

I saw something.

Do tell.

What the hell?

They look like dolls.

What the hell?

[creepy music]

[girls chattering]

Coming up, coming up.

What could he mean by that?

Mr. Travis, what

about the woman?

Hmm?

The woman.

Mercy Shaw.

She's leaving tonight.

Oh yes, k*ll her, would you?

I'll leave the

manner in your hands.

[growling]

Hey guys, quit screwing

around, we've got work to do.

Play 'em, Hylas.

Number four!

f*cking idiots, f*ck off!

Play number four!

[electric zapping, screaming]

[upbeat music]

♪ I will make your veins pour

♪ Into me

♪ I would like to

drink you dry ♪

♪ So greedy

♪ Drain to you

♪ Drain sex you

♪ Drain devour

♪ Drain obsessed with you

♪ Drain, drain

Entrance B, are we secure?

Entrance B is secure.

Lobby, elevators?

Lobby and elevators secure.

Lock down on one.

Departure route?

Departure route four by four.

Support vehicles

are standing by.

Roger that.

All stations stand by.

Live wire, repeat, live wire.

Alpha is eminent, now

bring up the elevator

and let's get this

show on the road.

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

You've got nothing

to worry about.

The building's secure.

We're going directly

to the garage.

We'll be in one of five

identical vehicles,

each taking a separate

route to the airport.

I might stop worrying

once I cross the equator.

I promise you that nothing

human can touch you.

Oh?

I'd stake my life on it.

[suspenseful music]

Alert the drivers.

[electric buzz]

[screaming]

[dolls grunting]

[dolls snickering]

I should have Warbeck's

shares by the beginning

of the week.

And I already have leverage

on Mercy Shaw's next of kin.

Some pictures involving an

underage girl being used

in a way that God

never intended.

Next of kin, mm-hmm.

Ain't that a bit premature?

Ow!

Idiot, she'll be

dead by tonight.

How do you, how do--

Umm!

Mistress.

I mean mistress, mm

-hmm, how do you--

Ow!

That's for being stupid.

I know that your office

downstairs is bugged somehow,

that's how Virgil Travis

knows of her intention to run.

He'll send his dolls

out to k*ll her before

the end of the night.

All for the better, really.

Now the only loose end is him.

Find and dandy, mm-hmm,

but how do you keep 'em

from doing the same thing to us?

Us?

Ow!

Don't you mean you?

In Virgil Travis's w*r,

I'm just a civilian.

Huh, that's an

interesting thought.

At any rate, if he tries

to send his dolls in here,

he'll have a rather

unpleasant surprise.

Like what?

Ow!

I've taken steps.

That means that unless he has

access to a cruise m*ssile,

we're untouchable.

Unfortunately I can't get

him in that fortress he's in.

Stale mate?

Oh!

That is a word I told

you never to use.

When force fails, one

must rely upon finesse,

and in this area there's

no doubt, I have the edge.

Is there anything in this

world more pathetic than a man?

I think not.

Ow!

[dolls grunting]

[dolls screaming]

[alarm sounding]

Hey, hey, hey, what's that?

Is that an alarm over there?

My, sooner than I thought.

Dear Virgil is impatient.

Is that a fire over there?

Just a little mouse

trap, that's all.

It's them doll things, isn't it?

Yes.

Now don't fret Harry,

everything's gonna be fine.

I've got it all worked out.

Tomorrow I'm gonna pay a

visit to Mr. Virgil Travis

and everything's

going to be fine.

You, hmm.

Travis don't see nobody.

Why would he see you, hmm?

Why?

Because I'm the gentle

innocent wife of

his most brilliant competitor.

Go to sleep little Harry,

mommy needs her beauty rest.

[sniveling]

He doesn't look too good.

He's toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Toasted.

Please girls, please.

A little compassion for

our diminutive friend.

[sniveling]

[growling]

Now, now, be brave.

After Darkie here ran

into that fire trap

we did a creep-through

on the whole perimeter.

There's no way in, unless we do

a full-scale mercenary thing.

You think Yulin wouldn't

have prepared against

that contingency as well?

What height above ground

were the flame throwers?

Eight inches, give or take.

Aimed straight across, not up.

You have read my

mind, Mr. Mascaro.

This defense was clearly

installed with our friends

here in mind.

How unfortunate.

Still, I should have

guessed that Yulin

would learn the truth.

Once again I've

underestimated him.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

No, go ahead.

What's that?

Where is she?

Did you search her?

Guess who's waiting

in the sitting room?

You know I detest guessing

games, Mr. Mascaro.

Mrs. Yulin.

What?

Yulin's wife.

See.

What in the world?

What's the meaning of this?

Ms. Yulin.

Mr. Travis?

Speaking.

I'd like to speak with you.

Proceed.

I mean to say I'd

like to meet with you.

Why?

Please?

I shall be down momentarily.

Should I have her searched?

I studied body

language Mr. Mascaro,

that's hardly a woman

bent on a suicide mission.

However there is one

much more important thing

that you can do for me.

What's that?

Locate the vehicle

that brought her here.

Ms. Yulin.

Mr. Travis.

I don't usually meet

people face to face,

if you'll pardon the expression.

I appreciate you taking

the time to see me.

May I fetch you a drink?

Yes please, brandy.

No questions about the mask?

Course not.

Such a question would

be discourteous.

In any case, I'm more

interested in the

man underneath the mask.

Indeed.

Thank you.

Please.

Ms. Yulin, life to me is

largely a matter of calculation,

but you are a term I had

not previously considered.

And knowing and admiring

your husband as I do,

I can hardly believe that

your presence here is

not a part of some larger plan.

You admire my husband?

Most people think

he's a buffoon.

Yes, but, but you

and I know better.

I've seen his ineffable

mark on a hundred

business ventures, a

dozen assassinations.

Does that shock you?

I know the sort of

man my husband is.

He's clear and resolute.

A man of power and vision.

That's why I married him.

That's why I love him.

Your husband didn't

send you here at all,

you came on your own.

Yes.

Why, to beg for mercy?

To ask for an armistice.

I understand that this is

a battle for dominance,

but in that battle both

might fall, you know this.

I see now that your

husband has a most valuable

asset that I had not

at all considered.

He knows about the dolls.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Mr. Travis, I know that

I can't out-reason you.

I can't win a w*r of

words or any other

kind of w*r with you, but great

men must have great hearts.

Tell me then, how do

I reach your heart?

How do I stop this?

I'm afraid that you're mistaken

about the size of my heart.

I'm not at all what you think.

What are you then?

I am nothing.

What?

I said that I am nothing.

I am an emptiness and like

all emptiness I struggle

perpetually to be filled.

I draw in wealth, power,

sensation, but still I am empty.

Still I am nothing.

Take care Ms. Yulin,

lest you be sucked in as well.

Have you ever heard of a

man named Honore DeLesseps?

A French philosopher, wasn't he?

Yes.

He once said that if you

crave power then love nothing,

not even your own life,

because to love a thing

is to give it your power.

He also said that love

was desire satisfied

and hatred desire unsatisfied.

Sorry, that sounds

better in French.

What do you desire Mr. Travis?

What I desire, Ms.

Yulin, is my own concern.

Now listen carefully, I

promise nothing regarding

your husband, that's between us,

but so long as you do not

become a weapon against me

you will not be harmed.

Why Mr. Travis?

Why this concern for me?

Ms. Yulin, there are

so few truly excellent

things in this world, we

must try to preserve them

when we can.

Now go.

They're on board.

Mr. Travis, they're on--

I heard you the first

time, Mr. Mascaro.

I'll go after them

in a few minutes.

Pick them up after the k*ll.

No.

Leave now.

But--

Now.

Some music Hylas.

Number 10.

Number 10.

f*ck you Hylas.

Play number 10.

f*ck you you little prick.

No!

[electricity buzzing]

[screaming]

♪ You are dressed in black

♪ You are running back

Louder!

Louder!

All the way up!

♪ Broken lack such a fright

♪ Love, love, love is a razor

♪ Low down

♪ Open me up and mend

all my broken parts ♪

♪ Take out this

shattered broken ♪

♪ Like you

[growling]

[snickering]

So he had a mask on, huh?

I knew there was a

screw loose there.

Oh, ooh.

He's the most brilliant

man I've ever met.

Most people I've got

figured in five seconds,

but Virgil Travis, I'm still

trying to work him out.

Perhaps he's

deformed in some way.

Even still, the way

he acted toward me,

his body was, I could've sworn--

Old boy was hot for you, huh?

Shut up you moron!

No!

Not lust, I know

that well enough, no.

He was almost courtly.

Who would've ever dreamed

that Virgil Travis,

of all people, was

secretly a romantic?

I think he was smitten with me.

I don't know if it's

more amusing or pathetic.

I, hmm, I still don't get why

you went over there anyhow.

Hmm, how's it going to help us?

There you go, using

that word again, us.

Make it tighter, mistress.

Be quiet.

Harry, in every relationship

there's a moment of truth.

Darling using you for a

living ventriloquist dummy has

had its advantages, but I

suppose this was inevitable.

What's that honey?

Don't fret, you've

already signed all

the necessary documents

for transition of power.

Ooh!

It should be a smooth one.

What, what's that honey?

Come on now, what're you

talking about honey-bunny?

Mmm-hmm-hmm-mm.

Oh and by the way, Harrison,

I've always despised

that laugh of yours.

Ciao.

Moira?

Moira?

p*ssy, you still there?

Moira.

Moira, p*ssy, you still there?

I'm stuck.

Oh, there you are.

I thought you'd run

out on me there.

I still remember when

you went away and left

me in this thing over

Memorial Day weekend.

Yeah honey, yeah mistress.

That's the way.

I'm a bad boy.

That's me.

Bad boy.

Ow!

Wow, okay, okay.

I'm good now, I'm good mistress.

I'm good now.

Ooh.

Moira.

Moira.

Abort.

This is injuring me.

Come on now.

Moira, this ain't funny.

I said abort.

Code word, you know, it

means stop twisting the wire.

Honey.

Come on now.

Holy sh*t!

Where did you come from?

Moira!

Moira!

Anybody!

[groaning]

[grunting]

[intense music]

I hope it was as good for

you as it was for me, angel.

Okay my three little K*llers,

which way do we go?

That's it, that's it,

back the way you came,

back to the rear stairs.

That's it.

[phone ringing]

Travis.

Mr. Travis, Mr. Travis.

What's that? Hello?

This is Moira Yulin.

Ms. Yulin.

Harrison's dead,

they k*lled him.

Ms. Yulin, uh--

And now they're after me.

What are you saying?

You told me I

wouldn't be harmed,

you lied to me!

You used me, didn't you?

No, no, I didn't lie, they

was sent for your husband,

not you.

Liar, you're a liar.

You're a monster.

[gasps] They're

outside the door!

They're breaking in!

Moira run, run from them!

Oh God help me!

Leave her alone.

I order you, leave her alone.

I created you.

Leave her alone!

[tape rewinding]

Moira run, run from them.

Leave her alone.

I order you, leave her alone.

I created you.

Leave her alone!

[exhales]

Yes Virgil hello.

Ms. Yulin.

For now with my poor

husband being dead, I think

I'll resume my maiden name.

Deray, as in Gilles De Re.

Perhaps you've heard of him.

I believe I've read the

record of his trial.

Well my dear masked man,

unless you want to be reading

the record of your own

trial, I think it that

a rapprochement

will be essential.

Really?

A good player always knows

when the game is over, Virgil.

If I may be so bold, I

have a video taped record

of the k*lling of my poor

husband, your tape recorded

confession and your very

interesting little dolls.

Oh and by the way, I also

have a tape of those same

dolls at the house of the

dear departed Mr. Warbeck.

Coming up.

What's that?

You had your husband wired.

I heard him speaking to you.

I should've realized it.

It was you.

All along it was you.

And even when I met you

I never suspected it.

I thought you were--

You that what I wanted

you to think, that I was

a nervous desperate little wife.

Yes.

I was a fool.

You're a romantic, which

I supposed amounts to

the same thing, I hope I

didn't break your heart.

Oh yeah that's right, I

forgot, you don't have one.

I remember making that claim.

Now Virgil.

I must ask your pardon.

I can't speak right now.

I'll be in touch with you soon.

I, I, I cannot speak

anymore right now.

[dolls grunting]

The pit yawns before me.

I, of all living creatures,

can't permit myself

no illusion of a soul.

It's from emptiness that I came

and that emptiness

awaits me at the end.

And what dwells between but

a mad, pointless puppet show,

full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

Yeah, I hear you man.

How easy it would be.

Sure would.

Just one little squish.

I actually had tender

thoughts toward her.

I even imagined what it

might be like to love her.

But it was a sham, pretense.

She used me.

She used me!

She outwitted me!

No.

No, we'll leave death in

the waiting room a while

longer I think.

A man who loves nothing

may do anything.

So let her see what can

be done with this woman.

Hylas!

[clanking]

Play 'em.

Number one.

Play!

[screaming]

Play!

Play number one!

I don't suppose you eat, do you?

Well it doesn't really

matter whether I return

you alive or dead.

You three are, how

shall I put this?

Pawns in this game.

Odd little pawns admittedly,

but pawns nonetheless.

I suspect your master has

had a sleepless night.

He's been thinking,

plotting revenge against me.

I told him that the game

was over, but of course

we both know that's

not the case.

He'll expect demands but

I'm going to surprise him.

Men have never realized

that for a woman's surrender

is just another way of winning.

In the end he'll be no

different from poor Harry.

By the time I'm done with him,

there won't be anything left.

[phone ringing]

Hello Virgil.

A meeting?

Of course.

No, no, a public place isn't

necessary, I'll come over

if that would be

acceptable to you.

Virgil?

Yes, yes, that will be fine.

I look forward to seeing you.

She doesn't wanna meet

in a public place.

So the ambush is off.

Yes.

No.

She's coming here.

That's convenient.

Yes, but why is she making

it convenient for me?

Is this more subtlety

or mere brashness?

Does it matter?

I don't know.

That's what has me worried.

[doorbell rings]

Good evening Ms. Deray.

[laughter]

Explain.

Why I'm placing

myself in your power?

Yes.

There are so few truly

excellent things in this

world that we must try to

preserve them when we can.

And should I be moved

to preserve you?

Or do you suggest that

you wish to preserve me?

A plea for mercy

or a veiled threat?

Your dolls.

The tape of the k*lling.

The cassette tape

of your confession.

The tape showing the

dolls at Warbeck's.

And this.

And what are these?

I am signing over to

you for the sum of $1.00

the total assets of my

late husband's companies.

I've also signed a confession

admitting that I k*lled

Harrison myself and

undertook to frame you by

means and methods

consistent with the tapes.

There are no copies of

the tapes, by the way,

but you could hardly

be sure of this,

this obviates the

need to be sure.

Why are you doing this?

Do you hope to prevent

your death in this way?

No Virgil.

If a man of wealth and

means desires the death of

another with sufficient fervor,

then that person must die.

My death is yours

if you want it.

But I can give you

something more, something

you cannot take,

something only I can give.

And what is that?

Me.

My life.

I knew the first time we met

that you had feelings for me.

Feelings, yes.

But what I wanted then

you cannot give me.

What you showed me then

was a creature of grace

and gentleness, but

that was mere artifice.

You see, even we who

are destined to dwell in

the mud can still

long for the sky.

And what do you see when

you look in the sky, Virgil?

Nothing.

Emptiness.

Life is down here with

all the lying and k*lling

and f*cking.

If I were a man you would

have to k*ll me because

nothing could make you trust me.

But I'm a woman.

A young woman.

The wounds of nations are

healed in the bedchambers

of kings.

You will be able to

trust me implicitly

when I am the mother

of your children.

So you are proposing a dynasty.

And what about this?

It's irrelevant.

Remember Virgil, I gave my

body to an idiot for ten years

in order to further

my ambitions.

I doubt that you could be worse.

No worse than an idiot.

There's a mighty foundation

upon which to build

a marriage.

Virgil, you are the most

brilliant man I have

ever known.

And I am the most brilliant

woman I have ever known.

We are both too intelligent

to believe in a life

beyond this one.

Whatever immortality we can

hope for must be procreative.

There's no other woman in

the world for you except me.

Your pride compels you to

k*ll me, master me instead.

Take me, use me.

If I die, what can you

hope for different from

what you've had?

But together think

of what we can do.

The power, the glory.

We can be lords of the earth.

I've had this prepared,

it's a marriage license.

I've took the liberty of

forging your signature.

Don't worry though, it's

indistinguishable from your own.

Indeed it is.

Another skill.

I have talents you

haven't even dreamed of.

Virgil we are both,

how shall I put this?

Very busy people.

If you're going to k*ll me,

then let's get on with it.

I have nothing more to say.

But if not, give me

the dollar and find

a justice of the peace.

I'm afraid I don't carry cash.

Mr. Mascaro?

Sorry Mr. Travis,

I've only got 50s.

Ah, Hylas, thank you.

You are now the proud

owner of my fortune.

And me.

And you needn't worry

about a justice of

the peace, Mr. Mascaro

is an ordained minister.

You're joking.

Officially Mr. Mascaro

is my religious advisor.

Church of the Diving Spirit.

I'm in McAlister

registry of religions.

Most convenient at tax time.

I see.

Well then, I see

no reason to wait.

No, let us proceed at once.

Move the f*ck over.

Do you Virgil Travis

take this woman to

be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

Do you Moira Yulin, err

Deray, take this man

to be your lawfully

wedded husband?

I do.

Then by the power vested

in me by the divine spirit,

that totally permeates

the whole universe,

wheresoever you may go you

cannot get away from it.

I declare you to be

husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Yes, I think so.

After all, as you said,

such matters are irrelevant

to the founding of a dynasty.

Let us kiss.

And more than kiss, let

us proceed with your

procreative ambitions.

[gasps]

What's the matter my dear?

Don't tell me that

you're afraid to play

in this particular patch of mud.

There is, after all, no

woman in the world for me

except for you.

Embrace me then

my angel, my love.

Press your sweet gentle

lips against mine.

[screaming]

I'm sorry if the face

beneath the mask was

not what you expected.

But then the face beneath

your mask was rather

a disappointment to me as well.

You see, by giving

me a glimpse of love,

something I never imagined

I could experience,

and then ripping it away,

it managed to convince me

of something that

I've long suspected.

My life

gives me no more pleasure,

and when a thing ceases

to please me, I

rid myself of it.

What did he say?

Shh!

My domain is now being sealed

and flooded with toxic gas.

I'm with you boss.

Hell, here we come.

Me too boss.

Well that's not good.

Excuse me, what about us?

This is definitely not good.

Just to satisfy your curiosity,

I am not a man nor a woman born.

[screams]

My mother, dear woman,

grew me in a bottle.

A technique she devised, though

clearly failed to perfect.

Prospect of a dynasty of

living [mumbles] such as myself

holds no charm.

[screaming]

Virgil please, I, I.

So I've managed to make

a woman speechless.

Well then, perhaps the

whole thing was worth while

after all.

Man, what a bummer.

Hey, Ninja Baby, we owe you one.

[coughing]

Maybe we ought to leave now.

That sounds great.

Boss!

The girls!

Oh Hylas.

f*ck you!

The door's locked.

[panicking] We can't get out!

Stop, he has a grenade!

[coughing]

Hey, look it's the little guys.

Hurry!

Come on, hurry up.

Everybody ready?

[cheering]

One moment please

ladies and gentlemen,

and boys and girls.

By all rights we should

be showing the end credits

right now, but we have a

bit of an awkward problem.

You see we came up with

two endings for this story

and we couldn't

decide between them.

What you just saw a

minute ago, that's one.

Moira is tortured, the

girls and the dolls get away

and the rest of us all die.

Okay, I can see

the cynical appeal.

But being as I am a

fundamentally spiritual person,

I prefer the following

rather different ending

to our proceedings.

Little prick.

We're gonna get you now.

Oh Hylas, f*ck you!

Oh Hylas, you play

some music now.

[girls chattering]

[g*n firing]

[screaming]

That's enough of that!

Show a little protocol,

a little spirituality.

Behave yourselves.

Take a lesson from my

little friends over there.

Hey, knock it off!

This is supposed to

be a happy occasion.

Anybody make it not so happy,

then I'm not gonna be happy.

Do I make myself clear?

Do I?

Play, Hylas.

Right.

Play Hylas.

Recessional, play!

[wedding march]

Stop!

Do you Virgil Travis

take this woman to

be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

And do you Moira Yulin,

err Deray, take this

man to be your lawfully

wedded husband?

I do.

That's all I need.

Then by the power vested

in me by the divine spirit,

that totally permeated

the entire universe,

wheresoever you be you

may not get away from it,

I declare you to be

husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Yes, I think so.

After all, as you said,

such matters are irrelevant

to the founding of a dynasty.

So my dear, let us kiss.

[gasps]

What's the matter my dear?

Don't tell me that

I disappoint you.

That I disgust you,

this thing that I am.

Disgust me?

How could you do that?

What?

Virgil, I can't lie to you.

I wanted to despise

you and dominate you

because I thought

you were just a man,

and men are only worthy of

being despised and dominated,

but now I know the truth.

You're more than a man.

Virgil, I never believed

it could be possible, but

I actually.

What?

Virgil, don't you see?

We're both marvels and

we're both monsters.

Believe me, I know it now.

We were meant for one another.

I don't know what to say.

Virgil, I love you.

Because you're a monster

and because you're more

than a man.

I love you.

Virgil, my Virgil.

[smooching]

Oh Virgil, now the world

really has something

to worry about.

Play 'em Hylas.

♪ Pain, love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the shame

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ You're the dream

girl in my nightmares ♪

♪ You're the strange

taste in my mouth ♪

♪ I would follow you

to hell and back ♪

♪ You're the wind

that's blowing south ♪

♪ Pain, love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the chain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ I'll be your robot

♪ I will obey

♪ I need a master

♪ Treat me that way

♪ I'll be your sl*ve girl

♪ Finer than fine

♪ Won't you abuse me

♪ Please be unkind

♪ Pain, love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the chain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Love is pain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

♪ Take the strain

♪ Feel the chain

♪ P-A-I-N, pain

[hard rock, screaming lyrics]

♪ Lady baby bleed

♪ That's all I need

♪ Gonna get screwed

♪ What a pity

♪ Lady baby bleed

[hard rock, screaming lyrics]