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My name is Jeanette Cassoni, and I'm 24 years old.

In the last four years, I've been with a theatre group, and altogether I've taken

part in about a dozen plays.

Any film or TV experience?

No.

Except for a student film short when I was enrolled at the Dams Art School of

Turin. Did you graduate?

Yes, actually.

My thesis was on you.

The poetics are next to Jesus.

of the new theatre of Alex Sherba.

These issues only have been written about a day.

Well, I'm not so sure.

It's an honour and a privilege for me to be here today.

Get up!

On all forces.

Now, I'll have to be honest.

Jeanette, keep looking forward.

Yes, excuse me.

How much of yourself are you willing to offer?

How much can you show of yourself?

Nudity is not a problem, as you can see.

But I thought you were above such things.

Then what do you mean?

I can be sometimes

We'll have to stay like this for much longer.

Can you quiver with pleasure and wince in agony at the same time?

What I'm looking for is a conductor of orgasmic shivers.

They're mortal shadows.

Use it.

Do whatever comes to mind.

I want to see how far you can ride your imagination.

I'm not sure I understand.

Can you imagine the blade slicing into your skin?

Or passing over your nipples with a thrill of cold, surgical steel.

No, not for me. That's beyond acting. She's right.

The young lady's right.

You're ridiculous.

When will you grow out of these circus acts? These antics of yours?

You realise they'll get us into trouble one of these days?

Look, take a hike. I really don't need to hear your bullshit.

Never mind the smart-ass remarks. What is this charade?

Why didn't you tell me you were holding auditions?

Do I need your permission to go to the bathroom?

Unless you've forgotten.

The money's out of my pocket.

Without me, you're nothing.

Fuck you and fuck your money. I can line up other investors at a snap.

You don't say.

That's why you've been waiting three months for your foreign co-producers to

come through, right?

Them or others, who cares?

I'm not going to sweat. Of course not.

With that hodgepodge script, they'll be lining up at your door.

You don't like it?

Then come up with your own idea.

And write it yourself.

You poor deluded fool.

Fifteen minutes of media coverage doesn't make you an artist.

Yet somehow, living off my work these years has made you a producer.

He's Hector Mascali, my agent.

He insists I write drivel about 30-year-olds having nervous breakdowns.

Maybe he's right.

Did you really write your thesis about me?

Yeah.

Why didn't you get in touch with me?

Actually, I tried, Mr. Sherber, but you never answered my emails.

Mr. Sherber?

Alex? For God's sake.

Well, I guess it's time to make amends.

Why a film now?

Are you fed up with theatre?

What difference does it make?

I'm going to give writing a rest.

Try something else.

Maybe just pure direction.

Are you serious?

Strange as it may seem, I've come to the conclusion that whatever you write comes

true in the worst way.

They make love out of time and place, quivering with mutual possession,

until they find release in the throes of a simultaneous orgasm.

Writing is like putting together all of the fragments.

Of a possible future.

You make a world.

And you think I'm crazy?

No.

No, but... But?

Love takes no prisoners.

Well, if it's like that, then maybe Moscale's right.

It's best you change genre.

Wait here.

I'll take care of the bill.

Marsha, it's me again, Jeanette.

When you get this message, call me.

You're still switched off.

Ciao.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Okay, not really.

I'm worried about a friend.

It's really strange. I've been trying to reach her and the phone's always off.

Is that serious?

No.

But I'd like to know what that scatterbrain is up to.

And then I wanted to tell her something.

It was on the floor in the theatre.

It's funny because she has a pair exactly like it.

And I want to tell her she's not the only one in this great big world.

with such awful taste.

mm-hmm

What are you doing?

I thought you'd left.

I wanted to see what the house of an artist was like.

I can't sleep with another person in my room.

So, do you like this house?

Is it artistic enough?

Hmm.

Judging from what you write, I expected something more bohemian. I never work

here.

Do you want to see the place where I create?

This way. Follow me.

It's magnificent.

But we're still not there yet.

Come on. I'll show you.

Mummy. This is a friend of mine.

Her name is Jeanette.

The voices.

That's why.

The voices.

That's why.

Moises! Sahari!

Sahari, where are you?

If I'm not mistaken, we already met yesterday.

Yes.

Jeanette Cassoni. Pleased to meet you. Hector Moscale.

Hector, why are you leaving again?

I already told you.

It's only for a couple of days.

And who will help me with the garden?

They're all those people.

They will wake up the boy.

What people and what boy, my dear?

Our Alex.

Mrs. Sherwood's been strangely upset these last few days.

The other night we found her outside, wandering through the bushes.

Look after her more carefully.

That's what I pay you for.

You tell my Alex.

Tell him I'm doing it for him.

I hope you didn't take it too personally.

You know I have to look after your future, your career.

Peace.

You're like a son to me, and it hurts me no end to see you waste your God-given

talents.

Very young.

A few years later, Mother married Moscali.

I owe my love for the theatre to him.

One day, he read one of my stories.

He said I had potential.

He encouraged me.

He helped me.

And then he became my agent.

All in the family, huh?

Yes.

In a way.

Come on.

Go away.

Go away.

What's happening to you?

Just get off of me.

What's happening?

Nothing. Nothing.

I've got to stay and work.

I'll call a taxi for you.

Don't bother.

I'll do it myself.

I know you like it.

Look, I wonder what it was doing in my garden.

I don't need it.

Here, take it.

Thank you.

Well, let's get started.

Tell me your name and your reason for coming here.

I'm Cindy Camino. I'm 19 years old and my dream is to become an actress.

Any previous experience?

None, but as the saying goes, you've got to start somewhere, right?

Cindy, are you exceptional?

Unique? Yes, I think so.

Well, right.

I mean, yeah.

Do you have a steady boyfriend, a fiancé?

No. I like my independence.

How many men have you been with this year?

What's it to you?

Nothing really, but seeing as you want the part.

You'd do well to answer the questions with answers and not with other

questions. Oh, I'm sorry.

I mean, I just think it's a little strange.

It's part of the audition.

But if you have a problem with it, you can always bow out.

No, no.

Ask away.

Anything you like.

Anything.

I don't have hang-ups.

Yeah, but if you don't like it, I can take it off.

No,

I couldn't care less about fashion. I guess it's because a piercing sets you

apart. Yeah, all right, everybody... Yes.

I mean, except you hardly feel anything.

five one two

three four

and five

Should I keep going?

Are you still there?

Yes.

And do you know what I'm feeling?

Maybe... you're... masturbating?

You bet I am.

Even in front of an audience?

I'm the one you're looking for.

Cindy,

one last question.

Have you ever thought of death?

I'm too young for that.

All right, off you go.

But stay shut.

I'll be calling you back for a second round.

It's Jeanette. Is Marcia there?

No, she's out.

This is weird. I've been trying to call her for three days. Do you know where

she went?

Well, I haven't seen her for days either.

The last time I saw her, she said she was going to an audition.

An audition?

Yeah, she was really excited. She replied to this ad on the internet.

I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but I'm starting to worry about her. It's

been such a long time. You'd think she'd call. Okay, as soon as she gets back,

tell her to call me. Bye. Okay.

Hi, Alex.

Hi, Jeanette. Are you okay?

Yes, everything's fine.

I've been thinking about you.

I'm thinking about you, too.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure. Go ahead.

You didn't by any chance happen to audition a girl called Marsha Foster and

then take her to your house afterwards?

I'm not going to throw a scene. I'm just curious. That's all.

I see hundreds of actresses. It's my job. But I've never heard of Marsha

Foster. Okay.

Anyway, I have to go. I was just phoning to see how you were.

Okay. Keep in touch.

Bye.

How did it go?

Good. I mean, he said he'd call me back for round two.

He says that to all the girls.

Damn it.

Forget it.

I'm waiting for a call, but there's no signal.

He can't even send an SMS.

How much longer do you think this audition's going to take?

It's eight o'clock.

Tell me something.

What did he make you do?

Nothing. Just answer a few questions.

He asked me if I like sex.

Do you think this whole thing is serious?

Can we trust this guy?

It's just an audition.

How did you find out about it?

Over the internet.

And you?

Yeah, me too.

I checked it out.

And these people don't even have their own site.

There's no mention of them anywhere.

I didn't even want to come. But here you are anyway.

Terrence, would you like to come through now?

Mr. Chubb?

Mr. Chubb?

Mr.

Chubb?

What are you doing here?

They keep calling me.

The voices.

The voices are out there.

Now come with me.

It's time for your nap.

Is it a problem for you to play scenes of extreme sex?

Extreme?

In what way?

Without limits.

Where anything goes. Even pain.

In fact, especially pain.

I think so.

If it's only acting.

And would you do everything I ordered on the thing?

Let's put you to the test.

Stand up and come a few steps forward.

Turn and walk to your right.

I can't see.

Could you switch on a light?

No, no, that's part of the test.

There's something here.

I don't know.

Like furniture?

Maybe a dresser? Or a chest?

Get inside it.

Inside this thing?

They're not obliged.

If you want, you can stop now and leave at once. It's your choice.

No, no.

All right.

But first, get undressed.

Take off all your clothes.

Now, put your mind at ease.

Just relax and listen to me.

You're alone.

In the dark.

And you feel the urge to caress yourself.

The darkness is licking your flesh.

Do you feel the shiver?

It's taking control of you, slipping inside and possessing you.

I want to hear you thrilling in the fear!

It's not true that you changed your mind.

I've watched you carefully.

You're made for this part.

You want to throw it all away like this?

Your big chance.

I'm sorry. I lost control.

You're right.

I'll continue.

This is the weirdest audition I've ever done.

Smash your face, bitch. Go get some of that dress.

Yes? I want to see you right away.

Me too, but I can't right now.

I'll call you back.

This is

nuts. How much longer does he expect us to hang around here?

Just about had it.

This whole thing is crazy.

I've done tons of auditions, but like this, with nobody from the production,

nobody taking down your name, giving you information, telling you what's up,

who's next.

I've never seen anything like it.

So what? Relax.

What do you care?

I mean, just imagine if they choose you.

Yeah, yeah, but if I don't get a breath of fresh air, I'll go crazy in here.

When I get up at night, I hear sounds.

Even if I pretend not to hear them, they're still there.

Jeanette. Why hasn't he called me yet?

Maybe he can't make up his mind and needs more time to choose.

Half a day to audition three people.

What if a hundred showed up? We'd be here all friggin' month.

No, I bet you he's already made up his mind.

It's either you or the girl who's there now.

He's the kind who goes for spring chickens.

I'm out of here. Enough is enough.

If that's the way you feel, fine.

Sure.

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

One less to worry about.

The voices.

Do you hear them too?

The voices.

Come on, Christ, thanks.

Enough is enough.

I have to catch a train tomorrow at six and I need to sleep.

I can't stay here all day and night.

I feel like I've been kidnapped.

If you've got to go, just go.

I mean, no one's obliging you to stay.

I'm only saying it for your own good.

Yeah, you're right.

Girls, come through, both of you.

I'm going in. What are you going to do?

Monica!

You're not reconsidering, are you?

I have a lot of faith in you.

Don't disappoint me.

Is it worth it?

Fear not.

Doubt not.

Now, girls, stand closer together.

You seem quite suited for what I have in mind.

I'd like you to work together.

Are you up to it?

I could put you both under contract, but you'll need to prove that you're

irresistible together, and that I couldn't ask for or imagine better.

Now Cindy's all yours.

Go ahead, Monica.

You can do whatever you want to her.

Strip her!

I want her to scream.

There are many ways to make her do that.

I won't do anything to you.

Don't worry.

Let's see what you can do with this.

Where's Terry?

What is this?

Did you see?

It has to be kept a secret.

My boy.

No, not here.

Pick up. No, stay with me. I will do the same. Pick up.

you

Mrs. Johnson.

Oh, my

God.

Not even in your wildest flights of fancy could you match this.

And it's real, Alex.

Real. Not fake.

They're all your slaves.

Rotten, filthy meat that deserve to be slaughtered.

Actresses!

You are sick.

Look me in the eye, Alex.

You are sick.

I know you.

And I know you and I are the same.

Leave me alone.

I'm calling the police.

What do you think about that?

You'll like it. Trust me.

And we're not alone, Alex.

You can't imagine how many people go crazy watching snuff movies. They love

it. There's a big, big business behind that. Huge money.

Well, drown her like a rat!

Ha ha ha!

I'd love to watch her suffer.

I told you I knew you.

Feast your eyes.

Why resist your own nature?

I made you, now, a baby.

The theater of death!

Kill me!

You forcing me to choose for you?

Jeanette!

Jeanette!

It's all over now all better