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(bright music)
(water pattering)

(door clanks)

(tense music)
(footsteps plodding)

(plane engine roaring)
(tense music continues)

(lens snaps)

(plane engine roaring)

(tense music continues)

(switch snaps)

"Eyewitness news".

Did you achieve what
you set out to achieve

at the conference
in Switzerland?

Yes, I think I can say,
uh, off the record of course,

that it all went very well.

The burn conference with
Weatherbud is (indistinct).

[reporter] Well, does this
mean now that Australia's

in the big league of the
world recording industry?

Yes it does, it does.

[Reporter] Won't you benefit
most from this deal though?

Well, I am in business,
aren't I?

But of course a lot
of people
are too,

so, um, e- everyone stands
gain out
of it.

(tense music continues)

Does it mean the New
York client is still on?

Oh, it always has been,
always has been.

Mr. Black, this conferences
confirmed your success.

Where do you go from now?

(chuckles) Now I wanna rest.

I'm off to the South
Coast to, uh,

to put my feet up
for a few weeks.

I got another subject.

There's rather famous
incident now-

(plane engine drowns
out speakers)

I'll address you first
thing in the morning.

Thank you.

(tense music)
(plane engine roaring)

(soft music)

(plane engine roaring)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

Chris, are you sure
about all this?

I mean, he just doesn't
let anyone-

Hey.

Now, I didn't mean
it to sound like that.

I've been filming crap
for five years.

This is different, I'm
making this film.

I know what to do and I
know how to get what I want.

Yes, but you can't go-

With the network at heart.

I've got the film stock.

All I need now is him.

You are serious.

But you don't think
I can pull
it off.

I'm not knocking the idea.

It's just that I'm a newsreel
cameraman without a job.

I can do it with or without you.

Now it's me, hey?

Always was.

Well, don't you think
it'll make a good story?

We could work on it together.

You set it up, get
yourself a feature story

at the same time.

The magazine would jump at it.

You can find out if all those
rumours about him are real.

We'll get him.

He'll think we're just a couple
of arty kids or something.

He'll relax.

It's never that easy.

Maybe not, but I'm
doing it and I need you.

That's it.

I'll have to talk
to my editor.

Do it, Sarah, please.

I'm serious.

Of course I'll do it.

The trouble is you might
just pull
it off.

Wouldn't mind working
a holiday with him.

I never said I wasn't
going to enjoy myself.

There.

The Prince Charles bit?

If you could just polish it.

Somehow, I don't seem
to have the time,

and you can have the byline,

and we'll run it on page four.

You can have it.

Ladies write intimate
profiles of Charlie

and end up on the front
page themselves.

There, that's it.

I'm curious.

This film, are you actually
writing it?

No, the film's different.

The words come after it's shot.

Chris is no genius, but, well,

I'm rather wrapped in the idea.

Well, that's better
than 100 different things

to do with a pineapple.

Now there is a film.

You know I'm after your desk.

If this comes off,
you can have it.

I'll send you a postcard.

Good luck.

You set?

I'd hardly call an invitation
to a party on a yacht set,

we might get thrown
overboard and that's it.

I'm not gonna blow
it and neither of you.

We've got our foot
in the door now.

Or on the plank.

The yacht's fantastic.

Biggest on the coast.

Cracking the invite and the
chance to film, you're too much.

It's only one night, Chris,
that doesn't make a film.

He practically promised we
could shoot the whole lot.

And if he gives us the
nod, that penthouse...

Is that a set?

All right?
- There you are.

Thank you.
- It's only an hour's ride

to the coast, Chris,
so take it easy.

I've got 10 grand's
worth of gear in the back

and you in the front.

Exactly.

(gentle music)

(camera whirring)

(camera whirring)

(film flapping)
(gentle music continues)

I've had him checked out,

and all he is ever shot
before is news.

This must seem a whole
new world
to him.

What exactly is he after?

Huh, tantalising insights

into, internationally, a
successful entrepreneur.

It's his big break.

(soft music)

(camera whirring)

[Yvette] He sees you
as a meal ticket.

Just a, a cosy,
little interview.

Nothing to worry about.

It's your funeral.

(soft music)

(Dominic speaking French)

(gentle music)

(Dominic and Julie chuckling)

If only you knew, my darlings.

If only you knew.

To write that, one needs
to experience everything.

Everything?

More than you think, darling.

After all, some people would
die to write stuff like that.

I'd rather write a pop song.

Then die, little darling.

Would you do that?

Anything you say.

(chuckles) Don't tempt me.

Mick, more champagne.

So, you're Mick Major.

Big deal.

Well, you use to sell
a lot of records.

Yeah, a couple of
lifetimes ago.

Two years isn't that long.

It's long enough.

You must have made
a lotta money?

Not me, ladies.

Well, where did it go?

Dominic?

He takes care of me.

He must be doing very
well out
of you.

Look, lady, what do
you want me
to say?

I help him out, All right?

(soft elegant music)
(people chattering)

Where's what's his name?

Oh, no idea.

(scoffs) Still hovering
around,
is he?

God only knows what
he's been filming.

Thank you, darling.

I certainly don't anymore.

He's been busy, all right.

- Hm.
- And you've been talking.

Oh? Too much?

Give this little lady a drink.

What are you going to do?

Something nasty, I'd
imagine. (snickers)

Dominic, what about it?

What about it, darling?

Tonight you showed
me everything,

and it is not star quality.

You're all here because
you look pretty,

not because daddy says
you have talent.

You shit! (sobbing)

(upbeat music)
(people chattering)

Well, I think she's
got natural talent.

(upbeat music continues)

Mom.

Look, talk to Paul.

No, talk to him, he
loved the idea.

(upbeat music continues)

The fee, of course.

It's only for two nights.

You can get him sober long
enough to get him out on stage.

The show's being sold
in his name.

Right. You just get him.

(upbeat music continues)

You just keep an
eye on things...

I don't want too many
people around later.

(upbeat music continues)

Yes, well, I'm a very
private man now, darling.

Very.

That's how I keep ahead.

No one gets into
my private life.

No one.

See, this isn't private,
this is just, um,

just playing games.

The rest, that's mine,
and no one gets close.

Least of all you.

(upbeat music continues)

(camera whirring)

(upbeat music continues)

(camera whirring)

(camera whirring)

People are all the same,
like machines.

We- well, sort of.

I mean, um, am I rambling?
(chuckles)

First show I put on, I was 11.

Two girls next door.

Charged two shillings.

(sighs) Now it's adults.

They're just the same as kids.

Oh, scratch that.

(upbeat music continues)

I didn't say kill,
I said she died.

Sheer exhaustion, dear heart.

She just yielded up
the old spirit.

(camera whirring)

No, I didn't say that.

I'd better not have.

And you'd better not
try any trick cutting.

(chuckles) Of course, I know
it's not that sort of film.

Chris has told us that enough.

Hm.

Died, I said.

Orgasm and death.

Very liked.

(Yvette speaking French)

A little death.

Tried it, darling?

A little death goes a
long way. (giggles)

But unlike real death...

[Yvette] You can do
it again and again.

(camera whirring)

(Chris giggling)

Feelin' no pain.

Good, I'm so glad

And our little friend?

Gone to glory.

(Chris humming)
(camera whirring)

(ominous music)

(Julie moaning and panting)

(camera whirring)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

And, Mick, I want you to
arrange some things
for me, okay?

Just say the word, Dom.

(ominous music)

(cover snaps)

(film snapping)

(ominous music)

(film reel whirring)

Yes, well, I'm a very
private man now, darling.

Very.

That's how I keep ahead.

No one gets into
my private life.

No one.

See, this isn't private,
this is just, um,

just playing games.

The rest, that's mine,
and no one gets close.

Least of all you.

(sighs) I know I was drunk,

but that girl at the
party was on the beach.

And she was hurt.

Hurt?

Well, badly injured.

I filmed it.

Well, where is it?

There was a roll missing.

It didn't even make
it to the lab.

It happened.

Let's look at it again.

(film reel whirring)
(film audio squeaking)

(button clicks)
(film reel whirring)

And that has to go into your
great documentary, I suppose.

After what you've got,
you'll be lucky

if he lets you near him.

[Chris] He will,
and I'll
use it.

Your film.

Except, I thought it was
an expose on Dominic,

not party ladies.

He made skin flicks,
maybe worse.

That shows he's still
into exploitation.

And you're not?

Horses for courses.

Anything I get on him, I'll use.

I guess you will at that.

I feel like a shower. Coming?

Later.

(phone ringing)
(light switch clicks)

Mm.

Yes.

(scoffs) No.

Okay.

Are you sure?

Bye.

It was Dominic Black.

[Chris] Ugh, Jesus.
What's the time?

Hm, they don't sleep, I guess.

They want us to come over.

[Chris] Hm, great.

For the weekend, to
finish the film.

To finish the film?

Yeah. (chuckles)

(film reel whirring)

Yes, well, I'm a very
private man now, darling.

Very.

That's how I keep ahead.

No one gets into
my private life.

No one.

See, this isn't private,
this is just, uh,

just playing games.

The rest, that's mine,
and no one gets close.

Bit eager, aren't we?

Old newsman's trick.

Walk in rolling.

That way, if he freaks,
it's all good material.

You're going to ask
him about that girl?

I get the opportunity,
I'll take it.

You still think it happened?

Something happened.

Oh, and another thing,
I remember her name.

Julie.

I don't remember any Julie.

The girl dancing.

Or was it Sue?

If I just had that bloody
piece of film.

[Mick] Yeah?

Mr. Black said to
come right over.

[Mick] Yeah?

We're the filmmakers.

From the yacht.

(door buzzing)

The only way to fly.

Yeah.

Let's get a shot of this.

Room at the top.

At a grand a square metre.

And the rest.

What a contrast to the
footage on the yacht.

It's perfect.

So filmic.

Yeah, sure.

And to think, 20 years ago,
all this used to be a swamp.

That's progress.

[Announcer] You are
reminded that this elevator

is for the exclusive use of
Dominic Black and his guests.

Any unauthorised entry will be-

Up yours, big bra.

(gate buzzing)

Hi.

Fancy a drink?

Aah, that is something.

[Sarah] How high are we?

About 400 feet up.

Watch.

(camera whirring)

I know this may seem
a silly question,

but what if somebody
had been underneath?

Then they'd have
a Cartier watch

growing out of their head.

(chuckles) Chic.

Welcome, welcome,
welcome.
Ha ha.

Actually, with the tunnel
winds we get,

it's safer right underneath.

If anyone fell off the balcony,

he'd probably end
up on the beach.

Drop in for a picnic lunch.

(chuckles) Yes.

And, um, how are
the, uh, rushes?

Great, just great.

I don't suppose you've
got the film with you?

I've got my own projector.

Several, in fact.

No, it's still back
at the flat.

But as soon as it gets
synchronised with the sound,

we'll have a preview.

Going to show me everything?

Of course.

Why, even all that
stuff on the yacht?

Ah, I had the feeling you
wanted to surprise me a little.

You know, in depth expose,
all that stuff.

No, this isn't a
daytime talk show,

I'm out after a, a feeling.

I think he's fishing.

I think Dominic thinks he
may have said something.

(chuckling) I'm only human.

And I hope it shows on the film.

Oh, it captures your
character perfectly.

I mustn't forget that you
are a journalist too, must I?

Actually, I was hoping
you'd loosen up a bit.

The stuff I've got already
is still a bit guarded.

What I need is something juicy.

I'm sure I can give you
that, one way or another.

Cheers.

(wind gusting)

(spray hissing)

So professional.

Are you so thorough in
everything
you do?

Only things that matter.

Cool.

This could be a good weekend.

Depends on your reflexes.

Lady, I've got a film to make.

You'll go way over
budget if you don't take

it easy now and then.

You know all about budgets.

I know about films.

Dominic's?

No. Mine.

You've made films?

A few.

I was quite an item.

Yeah, I bet you were.

Of course, unless you're
in the art house crowd,

you probably wouldn't have
got round to seeing them.

Did Dominic have anything
to do with these productions?

Ask him.

About how you got together?

We have the same hobbies.

It's probably labelled.

Our Chris is a very methodical
little lad.

Just get it.

Then, make a bit of a mess.

Make it look like a burglary.

I think we were a trifle
indiscreet on the boat,

so we'll just do a bit of
editing on Chris's behalf.

It'll make things easier
all-around.

It had better.

(camera whirring)
(wind gusting)

Doesn't our hero
ever turn off?

Try him.

(scoffs) Not while
we're eating, darling.

Remember, no fancy editing.

I know all about that.

How?

A old film trick, my darling.

Hm, create the perfect body.

Get Raquel Welch for the
price of the girl next door.

Isn't that true?

(sighs) Yes, of course it is.

Except in your case, darling.

Never had to.

Same with Sarah, I'd imagine.

Hey, that's my writer
you're talking about.

(chuckles) If you don't
know about writers by now.

I know about this one.

Do you?

I think she's a trifle more
complicated than you imagine.

Why, because she likes
French dressing?

A good French dressing
is a test of anyone,

the maker or the maid.

Sarah's learning that
while she here, surely.

Learning?

Come on, stop talking
about me as if I'm not here.

It's a great salad, Dominic.

- Ah.
- If that's what you're after?

[Dominic] Well...

No, darling, that's not
exactly what he was after.

Not exactly.

Chris, darling.

If you're going to go on
working like a maniac,

you must eat like a maniac.

(film flapping)
(Chris sighs)

Do you, uh, have to
wind it up again?

Outta film. Have
to change
the mag.

(wind gusting)

Hmm, you really are
wasted behind the camera.

(chuckles) I'd rather
be behind a typewriter.

Nevertheless, we're
working on you.

We can be very charming,
can't we?

Oh, no, no, no, there's
plenty of time for that.

The idea is to get used to it

so that you don't
know it's there.

So hide it.

That's the best way to get
what you're after, surely.

(camera whirring)

(gentle music)

(Sarah speaking muffled)

(wind gusting)

(soft music)

(enchanted music)

(soft music continues)

(water pattering)
(soft music continues)

How ya doin'?

I feel a bit funny.

That girl you're hung up on...

That's you, lady.

No, I mean the one
that got hurt.

Well, that you think got hurt.

What about her?

It's probably nothing.

It's just that I looked
over the balcony just now,

and I thought I saw her.

Floating in mid-air?

No. On the beach.

I thought I did.

It's weird, that's all.

Maybe you need glasses.

Make you look like
a real journalist.

Bastard.

How are you doing with Dominic?

Can't seem to get very close.

He doesn't wanna answer
any of the questions.

Everything he does
seems to be planned.

That's how people
get to be millionaires.

And let's face it, that's
what we wanna get on film.

What if he's...

Well, one jump ahead of you?

He's a fine print man.

The camera doesn't lie.

Well, people do.

Maybe he thinks he
said too much.

Probably does.

He's certainly steering well
away from the big question.

Maybe you've got him worried.

When I got the money
to make this,

I promised the network
it would be sensational.

And as it stands, all I have
is an eccentric rock promoter,

with a sexy mistress,
and a few exotic hobbies.

And that's not enough?

No.

What I need is something juicy.

I have a feeling
that the action

was a little draggy out
there this afternoon.

Chris certainly thinks so.

He thinks I'm holding
out on him,

trying to gut his little film.

Smart as a whip.

And of course he's right.

Time to ginger things up a bit.

A touch of the old special
effects wouldn't go amiss.

(food processor whirring)

(ominous music)

Hey, if this gets a bit
heavy, just whistle, okay?

That's the lady's line.

Does that mean you
think it will get heavy?

Having fun?

Don't I always?

You do.

10 minutes and we'll be flying.

Not all of us, darling.
Just a few.

We need to get Dominic
warmed up.

He talked once.

The odds are he'll talk again...

Given the right setting.

And we're the setting?

Sure there'll be some games.

That's the way he thinks.

And we'll play along?

It has to be tonight.

I'm nearly outta film.

He mightn't want to
know me after this.

It has to be now.

Relax, we made a
deal, remember?

You'll get your movie
and I'll get my story.

It sounds okay to me.

There's a lotta champagne
to go through.

Quite a lot.
- And more to come.

After all, I'm sure you want me

in the relaxed state
of the film.

Of course you do.

And I'm only too glad to oblige.

Meanwhile, I was going
to suggest something

a little less technological.

[Yvette] (chuckles)
There he goes again,

another one of his games.

This one's almost
your favourite, my dear.

Charades.

Look, I don't think I could-

We'd love to.

Do you good to stretch
your brain.

Exactly.

Oh no, now he's going to
start filming our games.

Well, you never know,
it might be useful.

Well, time to start, I'd say.

Oh, darling, uh,
indifference to our guests,

why not start with
a movie title?

That's only fair.

I make movies, I
don't watch them.

Oh, still, you'll have
no trouble, I'm sure.

Yvette, come on, your turn.

Up you get.

(elegant music)

Model. No, it's model.

- Pose.
- Uh, no, blonde.

It's blonde.

- Blondes!
- Blondes. Good.

Uh...

[Sarah] Either or No.

No, no, prefer. But...

"Gentlemen Prefer Blondes"!

- All right.
- Right!

Chair.

No.

Uh, settee.

Settee? A city!

Whatever it is, I like
it. (chuckling)

Stripper.

Naked.

"Naked City".
- Of course.

Got it. (chuckles)

[Sarah] Muscles.

[Yvette] Muscle man.

Camera.

Movie camera.

"Man with a Movie Camera".
(chuckles)

Of course.

That's not a film.

Of course it is.

"Man with a Movie Camera",
the first real documentary.

Dziga Vertov.

Oh.

(elegant music continues)

Don't let it pass
on you, Chris.

They're both a pair of snobs.

Anyway, a documentary
isn't a real film.

(Dominic and Sarah chuckle)

And what sort of film is it?

Some French masterpiece
with subtitles?

Not exactly.

It's Russian, actually.
Beautiful.

Coming up for a swim?

Hey, you're moving fast.

What about the neighbours?

We're 100 feet up.

I feel great. That
champagne's terrific.

(Yvette and Sarah giggling)

(Chris burbs)

Maybe I should lie down.

You know, you really
are something else.

You're probably the
smartest lady I've ever met.

Do you know, you're kind
of go with the flow.

Seems to me you could
call the shots.

(chuckles) You think I don't?

(chuckles) I guess
you do at that.

And...

You and Chris.

Chris?

He's a change.

He's doing his own thing.

Is he?

Is that what he told you?

And in bed?

(soft music)

He's got it, whatever that is.

He's a man.

(tense music)

I feel...

(soft music)

We all do that, darling.

No, I mean, I feel
sort of, um...

Uh, I'm sorry.

Feel sorry about wasting
time but not for anything else.

Later, we'll play some
other charades,

that no one else can understand.

That Chris will never
understand.

How old are you, Sarah?

Old.

Not as old as me.

(soft music continues)

I'm burning up.

Then swim, child.

You're here for a good time.

(tense music)

(Sarah screams)

(Sarah gasping)

(Sarah screams)

What was that?

Sarah, I'd say.

I rather fear one of my
little jokes has misfired.

Jokes?

(Sarah coughing and gasping)

(Sarah moaning ad coughing)

[Chris] What is that thing?

I can't say how sorry
I am, darling.

Oh, dear, I have been
naughty, haven't I?

Dominic, what is going on?

Shouldn't you be filming?

That's scene up by the
pool just wasn't funny.

And nevertheless, a joke.

Why did he do it?

The man's a child.

He's always doing something
like that.

Well, first thing I'm doing
is dumping that damn thing.

It looks so much like
that girl on the yacht.

Well, it wasn't.

Hey, you want something
to bring you down a bit?

No, I'm okay.

Take it easy.

On the yacht, you talked
about playing games with people.

What did you really mean?

You're making the film...

You haven't answered
one of my questions.

But I might. I might.

Maybe you can't remember
some of the things you said.

Like, what happened to the girl.

Can you remember that?

Oh, so many girls.

Anyhow, I thought you'd
filled all that.

I've got miles of footage.

[Dominic] And you intend
to use it all?

There's a lotta material,
I can't use everything.

Only the juicy stuff, eh?

What you said, I've got.

Oh? And what did I say?

Nothing much.

Just hinted about the films.

And so I did.

Amazing we haven't
talked about them.

Like to see them?

- You've got 'em here?
- Of course.

Yes, I can see you'd like that.

She's quite a girl.

She'll be okay.

I better go and see her.

Why bother?

She's okay.

You can take care
of her but
I can't?

Something like that.

A bit trite, my darling,
bit trite.

But touchy.

Yes.

You look great.

I'm okay now.

It was silly to get
upset like that.

I'm not sure this trip
was such a good idea.

Why not?

What if Dominic doesn't
want me to finish the film?

We've only been here a day.

Sure, they're a bit weird.

I like that.

They're a bit?

Well, I like it.

Dominic practically
admitted he'd do anything

for his home movies.

Did he?

You've got that on film?

If he wasn't so weird, you
wouldn't have anything to sell.

What's got into you?

I'm after a story too.

Now simmer down.

Well, I've heard of
films where they

do actually knock off
the little darlings,

but frankly I don't believe it.

Think of the problems.

The crew talking, the
questions, the hassles.

Uh, no, I don't believe it.

Are you okay?

Not feeling a thing.

What say we just move
the party outside,

a game of roulette by the pool.

Nothing but the
best for Dominic.

Of course.

I hope it shows in the film.

He's worried about his film.

He'll get it.
- Everything will show.

Not if he keeps drinking
like that he won't.

Let's get drunk.

You talk to me.

Tell me the story of your life.

I'm afraid I'm a bit
under the weather already.

Don't rush it.

It's not that, uh...

I know.

Me and you.

The girls can get on with it.

Come on.

I had to get out.

Had to.

One day a kid gets run over,

next day they'll fuss.

Anytime, anywhere.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(tense music)

You see, I'm telling you all
this so that you'll trust me.

I need this film.

All my eggs in your basket.

(chuckles) All the eggs.

Another thing...

How come you let
me get this far?

You've never let anyone
else do this before.

Why me?

My dear, I thought
you realised.

I fancied you, and I was bored.

I wanted to see what made
a little news cameraman

want to make a profound
epic all of a sudden.

Fascinating stuff.

And this film is gonna
be good, real good.

We'll both be famous.

They couldn't touch you just
'cause you killed somebody.

Can't touch you.

You can't do a postmortem
on a film.

Can't erase it then either.

We'll both be famous.

(Chris screaming muffled)

(Chris screaming)

(sighs) It better get dry.

Use my robe.

(Chris groaning)

(Chris coughing)

It must be somewhere, there
can't be that much film.

Then look in the tins, Mick.

If you're in doubt,
run the stuff

on his machine or something.

Why?

All right, take hours then.

If you still can't find
it, burn the lot.

You heard. Everything.

You can light a match,
can't you?

You winning?

Looks like you are.

Looks like you got
exactly what you wanted.

You're till uptight, Chris.

You want to take it easy.

Easy.

I'm just too tired.

Then why try so hard?

Let it all happen.

(Chris groaning)

Have you got any aspirin?

(sighs) I must get something.

I gotta sleep.

(door knob rattles)

(ominous music)

Dominic!

Yvette?

(ominous music continues)

Come on.

(tense music)

There's that bloody doll again.

(tense music continues)

Feeling a little zingy?

Here, you need a heart-starter.

Got to keep the old
motor running.

(ominous music)

That's the way.

Drink it all up. (chuckles)

Yes.

Back to our old selves, eh?

Yeah.

Let's go inside.

That feels better, doesn't it?

Uncle Dom will look after you.

(ominous music continues)

Hi, Dom.

Where's the party?

You know what's wanted.

God knows you've done
it often enough before.

Hi.

(ominous music continues)

Chris.

Chris!

Chris.

Chris.

I'm on your side.

I'll play along.

(woman chuckling)

I can help you.

I'll talk.

But Yvette, watch her,
she's dangerous.

(ominous music continues)

She doesn't care.

She's taking Sarah
away from you.

Taking Sarah away.

You've got to blow her away.

No one will know.

Just blow her away.

(ominous music continues)

(gun snaps)

(gun snaps)

She's taking Sarah
away from you.

Taking Sarah.

(gun snaps)
(ominous music continues)

(gun snaps)

You've got to blow her away.

No one will know.

(metal clanking)

(magazine rasping)

(magazine rasps and snaps)

Just blow her away.

(ominous music continues)

(gun snaps)

(gun fires)

Hey.

How did we get like this?

Playing roulette.

Fell into the pool.

And I can't remember.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

(gasps) A gun!

Did those things happen?

Oh, that bastard.

Convincing, isn't it?

You faked that, you bastard.

Faked?

Yes, maybe.

Any intrusion of privacy
makes things unreal.

You invaded mine.

Are you trying a blackmail us?

Is that your new game?

Dear, heart, I just
want you to share

in my fantasies, for real.

There's no point
in talking
to him.

Morning.

Do I really look that
frightening?

(chuckles) Must be getting old.

Games. Silly bloody games.

I don't know what you're doing,

but whatever it is, cut it out!

Dear, heart, the
camera never lies.

You're in.

Hm, a bit overwrought.

There's no way out.

(drawers rattling and slamming)

What do you think
you're doing?

How dare you, your impotent
little creep.

(Yvette thuds)

(tense music)

Chris be careful.

Just letting off steam.

Shut up.

All a joke, wasn't it?

Well, I've stopped playing.

I want that tape now!

Couldn't we just go?

I'm gonna finish this.

Now!

(tense music continues)

What are you doing?

You tell me.

Oh, dear, rough stuff.

I'll have to be careful.

Get it.

All right.

All right.

(tense music continues)

This is my biggest toy yet.

And from here, I can shoot
anywhere in the house.

So much more fun
than rock music.

Is that all there is?

Give it to me.

Stop!

You killed that girl.

- Sorry?
- The girl!

No, heart, that was you.

What do you mean I killed her?

It's all here.

(gun fires)

(wind gusting)

You wanted to get rid of these?

Fine, I'll do it for you.

No!

You stupid, stupid little man.

No imagination.

Tapes can be duplicated,
you know?

Or has that tiny little brain
of yours finally caved in?

And what you can't
understand, you destroy.

How pathetic.

Like your film, your late,
unlamented film, you're dead.

You've been dead for
years, and do you know why?

Because you can't play and
you don't know the rules.

You stupid, destructive
little man.

Chris!

(ominous music)

(tense music)

- The roof.
- Chris!

(suspenseful music)

(wind gusting)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(wind gusting and howling)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Chris sighs)

(switches clicking)
(door lock clicks)

(ominous music)

It's open.

That bastard's still alive.

He can't be.

He rigged a net
off the balcony.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(key rasps)
(lock clicks)

(garage door whirring)

(obscure music)

(car engine roaring)
(garage door whirring)

(tyres screeching)

(tyres screeching)
(glass shattering)

(liquid pattering)

(wind gusting and howling)

(liquid pattering)

(fire whooshing and crackling)

(eerie music)

(tense ominous music)

(tense ominous music)

(door slams)
(lock clicks)

(tense music)

Ah, dear Sarah. How nice.

(tense music)

So, the girl died, eh?

Maybe more.

I definitely remember.

Funny thing is it didn't
work on film.

Things look better
when they're...

When they're faked.

But the timing's got
to be perfect.

I made it all too real.

Don't worry, Dominic.

I've learned to play the game.

(tense music continues)

I know exactly how to play it.

The trick is to keep pulling
the strings, isn't it?

The trick is to keep
pulling the strings.

Well, I can do that.

Help me, I can't-

(water sploshing)

(Dominic screaming muffled)

(tense music continues)

(Dominic screaming muffled)

(Dominic moaning)

(Dominic gagging)
(water burbling)

(ominous music)

(wind gusting and howling)

(ominous music continues)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)