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I don't know. I haven't even seen him since this morning.

Because he locks himself in the room all day and he just watches that movie over

and over and over and over.

My own son scares the shit out of me.

I'm just waiting for Don to get here and then we're both going to talk to him

and then I... I gotta go.

It's mom.

Can I come in?

Your father and I are really worried about you, honey.

You can't, uh... You can't keep yourself locked up in here for

hours on end.

Watching the same movie over and over and over.

We talked to the doctor, and he'd really like to see you again, honey.

And I thought maybe we could all go together, you know?

Oh, my God.

Maxwell.

What have you done?

Oh.

Okay, I'm not going to tolerate this behavior any longer.

Death twitches and everyone's here.

There are no exceptions.

What's important is how you fill the space between now and then.

That space is yours to define, to direct.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Remember what Orson Welles once said, the enemy of art.

is the absence of limitations.

Thank you, teacher.

I'm not a teacher.

I'm an awakener.

Of course I'm angry, Matthew.

They're mounting a revival of my show with members of my cast without me.

Frederick, it wasn't your show.

You were only the director.

I made it famous.

Well, certainly infamous.

Look, I'm sorry I couldn't help you more. I have to go now.

Okay, Matthew. I look forward to seeing you at Dracula's opening night.

Can I help you?

You said to come by.

Oh, that's right.

Tanya, come in.

It's Tara.

You are correct.

Have a seat.

I'm afraid you'll have to remind me why we're meeting today, my dear.

Well, we were going to talk about my audition for Dracula.

Well, didn't I make you Lucy and understudy to the lead?

Yeah, but not as Mina.

Well, it's hard to compete with Amy Peterson's passion, though, isn't it? Or

family's bank account.

Tanya.

Tara.

You're a good actress, and the role of Lucy is not, as they say, chopped liver.

But, Professor Kinski, I'm a junior, and I haven't been given a leading role

yet. Being an understudy isn't exactly what I... Do you know what Bernadette

Peters and Shirley MacLaine and Anthony Hopkins have in common?

That I don't know who any of them are?

Once upon a time, they were all understudies.

The role did not define the actor's greatness.

Okay, so then if I were to ask you for a letter of recommendation... Let's not

get ahead of ourselves.

Show me a Lucy, and then we'll talk.

Seriously, I'm really tired of having to fight for the scraps.

You know?

Bullshit. Here we go again.

Fuck you, Ed. Only if you're into that really dirty shit.

You're such a freak.

Hey, does anyone know who the new guy is?

Amy Peterson's next drunken mistake.

You're not gonna hit a girl, are you?

So, uh, Jake, are you a bully because you have mommy issues or daddy issues?

Hey, you guys, take it outside.

Thanks for the advice, bro.

So glad I got to meet you.

You and me, we're not done.

Come on, Quincy, let's go.

I never said anything to Jake about it.

Better watch your back, Lick.

Dude, these are awesome.

What are these?

Ed's actually in charge of the set for our Dracula production.

He's also playing Renfield.

I'm doing the score.

Tara here is playing Lucy.

It's a small part. I died. You should be the lead.

We should mess with Amy's breaks.

I like the way you think.

Yeah, maybe you could come by rehearsal sometime?

True always needs help.

Yeah, cool.

Maybe I will.

See you. See you, guys.

The fuck is this?

I don't see a shipping invoice anywhere, so... How did this get in our garage in

the first place?

Mom? What are you doing?

Maybe there's something good in here.

Okay, but if it isn't ours, then I don't think that you should... Don't be such

a killjoy.

Ready?

If this is your idea of a practical joke, young lady, it's not funny.

Mom, I had nothing to do with this.

You don't think that I'm... No. You know.

No, don't be ridiculous.

That was a lifetime ago.

I'm going to go get a drink and take a shower.

So, listen, I know it's been a while, but, um... He said that if I ever needed

help or if anything weird ever came up, that I could give you a call.

And, well... Well, something weird's come up.

And it's probably nothing.

I don't know.

Mom?

Okay, Dwayne, I gotta go.

I know that you must fight, that you must destroy,

even as you destroyed the false Lucy, so that the true Lucy

might live hereafter.

But it is not a work of hate.

That poor soul, whom has wrought all this misery,

he is the saddest case of all.

Ed? Hey, if I'm not supposed to be in here, I can just go.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why are you still here?

I, um, was looking for the parking lot. I went out the wrong exit.

Cool. I'm sure you're okay. You seem pretty freaked out.

Yeah, I just, um, I thought... I don't know. I just, uh, I think I spooked

myself a little.

Okay.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You're with this guy.

This asshole.

Fuck off, Quincy.

You know, I didn't take you very long, Tara.

You're a slut.

Yo, why don't you just move on, man? Is that what you think I should do, man?

Shit, Quincy.

What the fuck?

You're a pussy.

Shit.

Shit,

man, that looks really bad.

I think it's broken.

Let me fix it for you.

You know what, I did it the wrong way here.

Good as new.

Do you want a ride home?

Okay, okay.

I see everyone has the new scripts. Wonderful.

Now, I know we were all excited to perform Dracula,

but I had an epiphany.

Bram Stoker was interested in confronting what frightens us, coming

with the ugliness that hides inside us all.

Sadly, today's vampire has been neutered.

Dracula has become a sparkly romance novel reject.

This is not what Stoker had intended. He created a monster to inspire

terror and revulsion.

F .W. Renaud, though he was sued for his insight, understood this, which is

why I have adapted his Nosferatu to the stage.

Does anyone know where the word Nosferatu comes from?

The Greek.

That is correct, Mr... Morbius.

Morbius.

Yes,

Mr. Dandridge.

Yeah, my role is half of what it was.

The script describes Nosferatu as a rat -like being with a bulbous head and long

fingers. Is that the costume we're going with? Indeed.

We have ordered a spectacularly hideous... You told me that Dracula was

be sexy and sinister.

The type of role that any actor would kill to play.

Jerry, I understand you're just... This is bullshit. I quit.

Administration will be hearing from my parents, Kinski.

Well, Mr. Dandridge certainly knows how to make an exit.

Professor Kinski, I actually love the changes.

Mina is so heroic.

I mean, she sacrifices herself to destroy Nosferatu.

Was Mernau a feminist? I don't know that I'd go that far, Amy.

So who's going to play Nosferatu?

Hmm.

Miss Morbius.

Are you a watcher or are you a doer?

I'm just here to help out with the crew.

That's not what I asked.

I guess I'm more of a doer.

Why don't you look at page 57?

Take a look at Orlok's monologue.

Got it.

Need a few moments?

No, I'm good.

Whenever you're ready.

Time is an abyss.

Centuries come and go, and death,

there are things more horrible than death.

Can you imagine enduring unending centuries, experiencing the same

futilities each and every day?

The part is yours, young man, if you want it.

Michael, I'm so happy for you.

Are you ready to be born in the heart of darkness?

And I just wanted to finish up and go home. I'm not going to hurt you. I

promise. I just wanted to say sorry about the other day.

Whatever. You were an asshole and now you feel bad. You're forgiven.

It's just, I... Do you like me?

No.

Why not?

Because you're a fucking entitled asshole.

And a bully.

It's not...

What I meant. Like, what I meant was... Shut the fuck up.

Hey, yo, Jake.

What's going on?

This faggot tried to make a pass at me. Oh, no shit.

What the fuck happened to you?

Nothing, man. This asshole's boyfriend blindsided me.

Jake, Jake.

Jake, I promise I won't say anything.

You're a fucking coward, Jake.

What are you doing?

Hold on, I got an idea.

Record this.

And get in tight so no one can see it.

Alright, Glick.

You got a decision to make. The banana or my foot?

The banana or my foot?

Pick.

You getting this, Jake?

Suck it.

I said suck it before I kick the shit out of you.

Alright, Quincy.

It's enough.

Enough!

Come on, let's go.

Let's get out of here.

Miss Brewster, why are you here?

Well, it looks like you already know.

Edward's bicycle accident, yes, but that's hardly... It wasn't a bicycle

accident. Haven't you seen the video?

What video?

Ed, tell her what happened last night.

It was Jake and Quincy, wasn't it? I don't know what you're talking about. I

in a bike accident.

You already knew.

But since the Cullens are major donors... Edward, is there anything you

told me?

I crashed my bike. End of story.

But there's the video. Can you show me this video?

No, I can't. The app deletes it after you watch it. Miss Brewster, you were in

relationship with Quincy Starker, weren't you?

And that's Jake Cullen's best friend?

Yeah, for like two weeks. What does that have to do with this? Miss Brewster, I

think you need to find another way to get back at your ex.

Or do I need to remind you of your status in our school?

I cannot believe you're going to let them get away with this.

What is wrong with you, Ed? Can you afford tuition here?

I can't.

So drop it.

Who said I was going to let them get away with it?

What do you think?

It's a work in progress.

Something's wrong.

Something's wrong.

Donna is burning.

Something's wrong. Please help me get him out.

If anyone doesn't have a ride home, the stage manager will arrange something for

you. We'll update you on Amy's condition tomorrow.

Ms. Brewster, a word.

I'm sure you know what Ms.

Peterson's injuries mean.

Amy won't be returning.

Her understudy must step in.

You want me to play Mina?

You are her understudy, are you not?

I mean, yes, but... I don't... Tara.

This is an opportunity for you to show me how committed you are to playing a

lead role.

I assume you still want that letter of recommendation?

I mean, I'll do my best.

Go.

Hey. Hey.

He said he'd be up here.

Yeah. Come here. Check this out.

Wow.

He must really love this movie.

You can't even imagine.

Renaud was a genius.

Did you know that he came up with the idea that vampires burn in sunlight?

It's not even part of the lore.

Don't even get me started with Max Schreck. He is the defendant of Dracula.

Everyone else is a fucking poser.

Including you.

I'm trying not to be.

So are you pretty excited to be playing the leading lady?

And my victim?

Actually, doesn't Orlok end up being Mina's victim?

Exactly. It's a murder -suicide, which is what makes the story so fucking cool.

Just a suggestion.

You might want to rethink the whole crazy.

It's less sexy than you might have thought. All I'm saying is that if

going to go out, it's a pretty cool way to do it.

Yeah. Or you could just, you know, die of old age.

Happy.

Fun on that.

See you guys.

Later. Bye.

What if I, uh...

Told you that I had an idea.

Okay.

An idea on how to make Jake pay.

I'm in.

But I haven't said anything.

I'm still in.

Hey, Ed, wait up.

What?

Michael and I were talking, and we... We want to help you get even with Jake.

We have a plan.

You do?

When did this happen?

It'll make Jake the laughing stock of the school.

It's a fucking good plan.

Okay, you kids.

Try to behave yourselves.

And don't go sneaking my liquor.

Okay. Yes, ma 'am.

Bye, Mom.

Can I see it?

Yeah.

That's it?

That looks like a potion.

What do you expect, for it to glow green or something?

No, I mean, it just looks ordinary.

One of the most dangerous things I'll ever do.

Okay, guys, this is the date.

You ready?

Yeah. All right, give me your phone.

No, that wasn't the real you last week.

I was hiding who I was too.

We should talk.

Now we wait.

Okay.

Really?

Really.

And where should we meet?

Hmm.

I have an idea for you.

How about away from your asshole friends?

In the theater?

I have keys.

That you do.

Okay.

I know.

See you in an hour.

Curtain's up in one hour, guys.

What if he doesn't drink?

Then we'll go to plan B.

Well, what's plan B?

Don't worry.

Come on, let's go.

One sec.

Hey. Hey.

I've only ever been in here for assemblies.

It's kind of weird.

It's like we're on a talk show or something.

What's with the cooler?

Beer.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Pretty much.

I'm sorry, man.

Nah, I'm good.

It's from a brewery my dad's really into.

Have one.

I've got a workout at 6 a .m.

Wrestling.

Well, I just thought a beer or two would make it easier, you know?

Why is the top already off?

I just opened it.

No, you didn't.

Yeah, I did.

With what?

Don't fucking move.

Plan B. Ed, give me your beer.

Drink it.

Drink it!

You never said anything about a gun.

Briefies are kicking in.

Let's see what brand of underwear this rich prick wears.

Come on, don't back out.

Give me your phone.

What's wrong with yours?

I forgot to charge it.

Okay.

I'm not sparkling.

God. Not for me.

Your house is fucking amazing, dude. Yeah, my dad's got good taste.

And a lot of money.

Where is he?

Turkey or Thailand, one of those tea countries.

You should send it, the video.

Yeah? Yeah.

Why not?

And it's away.

Consider Jake Cullen the most popular guy on social media.

Such a lightweight.

He's out.

So, what should we do now?

Got the tattoo to cover up this car.

Can you help me?

What the?

Who are you, freak?

Ed, this isn't fucking funny.

Wait.

Wait.

What are you doing?

Stop. Wait.

I want to die!

Immortality belongs to those who deserve it.

Wake up, wake up.

Hey, do we, um, last night, do we, uh, you know? I mean, you were pretty drunk.

Shit.

Goddammit, you can't tell anybody about this, okay?

That's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

I mean, look, you're really hot and all, but I cannot have rumors about me going

around that school, okay?

Fucking, fucking.

Jesus, have I heard of knocking? You said you used a fake account.

I had to curb your shit. What happened?

It's Jake. He fucking killed himself. It's everywhere.

Dude, fuck.

You're so drunk, I must have used the wrong account.

You fucking didn't. Everybody's saying it came from me.

It's true. They found him in his car.

Don't you dare cry for that asshole. He may have been an asshole, Michael, but

he didn't deserve... Tell me the world isn't a better place without Jake Cohen.

Even he knew that.

What do we do now?

School starts in an hour.

Don't leave.

Don't talk to anyone.

Tara and I need to get our story straight for the cops.

Can't we tell them what happened? I mean, it was a prank. That's not back to

your letter of recommendation.

Tara's a brilliant actress who drove one of her classmates to commit suicide.

Michael's right.

We sit tight and say nothing, not until we know what we're dealing with.

Son, you do understand how serious this is, don't you?

I understand.

Okay, then.

You can go now.

What's up, sad sack?

You got a minute?

No, I'm kind of busy.

Oh.

You're Ben, right?

Now, you know that lying to the police during a murder investigation is

obstruction of justice.

Now, let's try this again.

Do you have a minute?

Let's get straight to the point.

You and your little buddies.

I hang up with a seriously sick dude.

You mean Michael?

No.

I'm talking about Justin fucking Bieber.

Yes, Michael, but that's not his real name.

It is? No.

They used to call him Kurt Barlow.

Some bullshit like that.

There's some other names, but I don't even know what his real name is.

Okay, so how do you know all this? I've been following him.

See, he's a part of some sick...

coat or something.

And that little claim to fame is remaking horror movies.

Like cosplay?

Yeah.

But they actually kill people.

For real.

Right.

Now go ahead.

Look it up. Google it or whatever you young kids are doing.

The sick part about it is that people thought it was a part of the show.

Until they found the bodies.

Then they blamed it on the caretakers.

Okay, are you a private detective or something? I'm far from it.

I knew one of Michael's victims.

Her name was Karen.

And I have reason to believe that more of my friends are in danger.

Okay, so why don't you just go to the police? And tell them what?

See, I need hard evidence.

Which is why you are going to tell me where Michael lives.

I don't know.

Don't you? You know all this stuff about him? Just know right where he is. Then

why would I be asking you?

See, I've been following him, but I lost him.

Somehow I think he's on to me.

Now what do you know?

It's hard.

How you holding up?

Just awesome.

Especially since everyone thinks I killed Jake.

You're phenomenally talented, Ed.

Yeah. Everyone keeps telling me that.

You know, you aren't meant to go to some bullshit college that prepares you for

some bullshit job.

You're better than that.

We understand that life's too short to waste on superficial bullshit.

We deserve to be... to be part of something that not only respects who we

are, it helps make our dreams come true.

Oh, shit, you're a Scientologist?

No, I promise.

Let me ask you something. If you had one year to live, would you stay here in

Bremen? Fuck no.

So, what if I told you that there are people out there that not only respect

who you are, they want to make your art a reality?

I'd say that sounds kind of awesome.

There's someone I'd like for you to meet.

Hello, Edward.

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

Hey. Hi.

What's up?

Nothing. You want to come inside? It's freezing.

No, I'm okay.

I need to talk to Ed.

He's in Rochester Hills with my dad's lawyer.

Well, what's happened?

Hey, nothing happened.

I told you I would figure out a way to deal with this, and that's what I'm

doing. Okay, well, is he coming here afterward?

I guess that's up to him.

What's the name of the lawyer?

Maybe I'm... All right, Tara, what's this really about? What's going on?

What do you think, Michael? I'm fucking freaked out.

Everything's going to be okay.

Is she gone?

We haven't made a decision about her yet. She has to prove herself worthy, as

must you, Edward.

What do you mean?

Go and find out.

These are mine.

Remember?

Now you can free him.

Or you can punish him.

The choice is yours.

You know what, Quincy?

You're never going to be the hero.

You can die like...

What have you done?

You shouldn't be here.

Enter.

Miss Brewster, to what do I owe the pleasure?

Well, uh, I heard the show might be canceled.

No, no, no.

Nothing to worry about. It's all been settled. The curtain will rise as

scheduled.

Wouldn't it be a good idea to at least postpone the opening?

I mean, after everything that's happened.

What is this really about, Tara?

Are you getting cold feet?

No. Um, just, uh, after what happened to Amy and then,

you know, Jake, people are saying that Ed might have something to do with it.

Mr. Glick has been falsely accused.

I'm certain of it. The school board says the resolution's at hand.

Okay, but still, I really don't think... Tara.

You know what this is.

A piece of paper.

A blank piece of paper.

Waiting for you to be writing your future on it.

Waiting for me to be writing your letter of recommendation on it.

Okay.

I understand.

Good.

Because I expect great things from you.

Are you okay?

Dental work.

Mr. Morbius, aren't I popular today? Hey, Tara.

Great things, Tara.

Have your phone.

Just grab it back.

Ed,

why haven't you answered my text?

I was kind of busy being a fugitive.

Everything is cool now.

Did you hear Principal Dreher and some of the board members are coming?

They want to make sure there's nothing objectionable.

Don't you fucking love that?

Tonight is the only night that matters.

Break a leg, Brewster.

You'll make it easier for Nosferatu to catch you.

Welcome to our multimedia adaptation of Nosferatu, a symphony of horror.

As part of our school's fundraising effort, we have added audience

to our grand wig and all. Now, these roles sold out months ago.

But, since it's a dress rehearsal, my old friend Matthew Hutter will be

the captain of the Demeter, and... As warden of the insane asylum, well, it

seemed appropriate to cast Principal Dreyer.

Matthew, Samantha, our stage manager will escort you backstage shortly before

your scene.

Everyone else, expect a surprise or two. And thank you for

attending. Enjoy the performance.

strange world.

A sad world.

A world full of misery and woe and trouble.

All men are mad in some way or another.

And inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, you must deal with

God's madmen too.

You need to leave.

What's going on?

Something wonderful.

But you can't be here for it.

You don't have to be a part of this, okay? You know we can stop. I don't want

stop it.

This is where I belong.

Your scene is next.

So, during the blackout, cross over to the ship's wheel.

Michael, er, and I'll throw out to you, make sure you end up where you need to

go. Okay. Just don't resist, okay?

Thanks. Yep, and these are for you.

Alright. Good luck.

Very funny guys, but this is a closed rehearsal.

It has to come back tomorrow night.

Are

you

ready for your debut?

What do you think?

I think you're marvelous.

Now remember, don't bite down too hard. It hurts like a bitch.

Batten down the hatchet.

There's a storm ahead.

Slippery.

What are you?

may concern and please recommend Harbister Wisdom Student Sarah

Larker.

Frederick, that was incredible.

I thought it would be. It was horrible.

Just... have to get used to the taste. I mean, I imagined killing Hunter for

years and wiping that smug smirk off his face once and for all. And you did.

And it was glorious.

It was depraved, Michael. It was obscene.

I murdered a man.

I thought that was the plan.

Oh, God.

It's not me.

It's not me.

The auteur was right to doubt you

With all that makeup, I can't quite make out who you are.

You're a student here?

I'm Brian, the stage manager's brother.

He said his crew was a man down.

Well, how nice of you to step in.

When we cue you, you will pretend to open the cell door with these keys.

And when you walk in,

Renfield will hit you with the foam stool, and you'll fall down.

My patient Renfield is asleep.

Thank you.

Oh, hell no!

Ah!

Are you okay?

Well, look okay.

Look, go ahead. It's not gonna happen.

Look, take this. And if you see that motherfucker, kill his ass.

All right?

And call the police.

Tara!

Come finish the movie with me.

Knows for us who needs to feed on Nina.

Don't ruin this for me!

Hey, Dwayne.

Have you seen Tara?

It is Dwayne.

Do you know you make a pretty shitty event, also?

Where is she?

Where's who?

Tara!

I'll make a deal with you.

Finish the show and I'll let him live.

Run! And I'll carve them into tiny pieces.

Don't, Dora!

Don't!

Michael, stop.

I'm here for you.

I knew you would understand what I was trying to become.

You belong to me, Mina.

You belong to one another.

In eternal darkness, we shall be joined as one.

Shut up and do it already.

Mina kills no frogs who would be in. No.

Do it.

There's a life.

You gave him exactly what he wanted.

He could have let us off to her.

Dwayne, I want to thank you for bringing us the final scene of our mimesis.

Who are you?

What do you want?

You see, I'm not interested in taking credit, Dwayne.

I'm interested in the final scene of this movie.

All horror films typically have only two endings.

One is nice and neat.

The villain dies, the hero wins, and maybe even gets the girl.

And all the world is at peace, and the maggots can leave the theater feeling

happy and satisfied.

The second is not so neat or tidy.

No one quite knows who won, and horror lives on, patiently waiting for its

next victim.

Pay attention to this next part.

You have a choice to make, Duane, whether to cut and run for it or face

authorities for the horrific.

crimes you both committed.

I for one can't wait to see the ending you choose.

And cut.

Edward, let's give Dwayne a preview of the next menaces.

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