Bliss of Evil (2022) Movie Script
1
[gentle music]
[gentle music continues]
[gentle music continues]
[moaning]
[gasping]
[eerie music]
[door knocking]
- Who is it?
It's me you a dog, let me in.
Jesus, Isla, you look like shit.
Have you slept at all?
Rough.
- What are you doing here?
You know, I'm meant to be leaving soon.
- Yeah, I thought I joined
you for this rehearsal thingy.
- I don't need a babysitter, Jamie.
- I'm not babysitting you.
It's either that or
hanging out with the olds
and watching, "Hey Hey."
That's how pitiful my life has become.
Plus I need get back on
the dating scene again,
and I hear you've got a new band member.
Is he hot?
- They're meant to be rehearsing.
So if you come, you
cannot be a distraction.
- You know me, I'll be
on my best behavior.
- I do know you, too well.
All right, that's them, are you ready?
- See them.
[birds chirping]
[wind gushing]
- Hey.
- Hey yourself.
Oh, Jamie.
What, you're coming?
- Yep.
- Great.
More the merrier.
- Look, there's no way
he killed himself, okay,
I just don't buy it.
- Ooh, sorry to interrupt.
I'm Jamie, Isla's friend.
- I remember you.
- Rhea right?
Troy?
[both laughing]
- I like her.
- It's Roy.
- [Rhea] Pretty boy, Roy.
- Shut it, Rhea.
- Dude, it's your name,
what do you want from me?
- Oh, Jesus, hi, wow.
- Hi.
I can't find the camera anywhere.
- Well keep looking.
Anyway, as I was saying,
like there's no way Quid
killed himself, okay.
He's no pullout merchant.
- What's this?
- Roy is somewhat of a conspiracy
theorist, theorist nut,
however you wanna interpret it.
- I'm a seeker of truth.
- Dude, you still think
the moon landing was fake.
- Hey, I do not, all right.
All I've said is it's a possibility.
Okay, I've read things.
- You know Jace Quid, right?
- Yeah, yeah local guy.
Hasn't he just like signed
some like massive record label?
- [Rhea] Yeah that's him.
- [Jamie] Yeah and he killed himself.
- No, no, he was murdered.
- I'm assuming you have
some sort of theory.
- "The guitar I give you
is riddled with my sin.
"Purify my soul, so heaven let me in."
- Music lyrics?
- Dude, you gotta read between the lines.
If you wanna purify your
soul and get into heaven,
you don't kill yourself.
- Right.
- You just don't.
- [Jamie] Right.
- You need to lay off the pot.
- You'll see, all right, you'll all see.
- Found it.
- It was actually a camera.
- Yeah.
[both laughing]
- Good job.
- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah.
- No, seriously, looks like
you've been having a Mexican
standoff at the sandman.
- I'm fine.
Just get a cup of coffee
in me, I'll be golden.
- Very convincing.
- Nic, I said I can do this.
Please let me do it.
You have to rehearse.
I mean, if this gig next week goes to shit
then there's no future,
no record deals, nothing.
- Isla, I don't care about gigs,
I don't care about record
deals, I care about you.
- I said I'm fine, okay.
Now let's go rehearse this thing.
I wanna tell everyone I'm
dating a real life rockstar.
[Nic laughing]
[dramatic music]
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
[van engine revving]
[van horn honking]
- Hey man.
Sorry we're late, were you waiting long?
- Not at all.
I just got here myself.
- Hi, I'm Isla, you must be Lee.
- That is me.
Didn't it mean for that to rhyme?
[Nic laughing]
Oh God, what happened to your hand?
- Oh, long story.
- Right.
And you two are together?
- Yeah.
I'm also your sound
engineer for the night.
- Nice.
So what's the go for rehearsing here?
Place looks like a bit of a dump.
Is it like cheap rain or something?
- My family owns the place.
[upbeat music]
- Oh, did you guys, did
you hear about Jace Quid?
- Yeah.
Man, it's fucking crazy.
- It's tragic, yeah.
- What happened to Jace?
- He's gone.
- It was suicide apparently.
- That's awful.
- Yeah.
- He was really talented.
Nice guy too.
- Did you know Jace Quid?
- Yeah he rehearsed here a few times.
- Before he took off?
Sick.
Hello.
- Hi.
[birds chirping]
- Yeah okay, why don't we
do the old head on in, huh?
- Yeah.
- Got a lot of work to
get through tonight.
- I'll just scratch some strings
and I'll be right in.
- [Nic] Sweet.
- Cool.
- Hey, I'm sorry about him.
But he knows how to play
and that's what matters.
- The other guy did too.
- Hey guys.
Guy and girl.
I'm Lee.
- As in, Bruce?
- More like Van Cleef.
- I'm Rhea.
Nice car man.
- Aw thanks.
Do you reckon it'll be okay out here?
- No.
- It's very reassuring.
- So where you from anyway?
- Mackay.
- Love it.
- Right.
Let's do this.
- Yeah, it's time.
Oh wait, What about what's her face?
- Oh yeah, oy.
Fuck, I forgot her name.
Doesn't matter.
We're heading in.
- She's kinda cute.
- Why do you think you're switching teams?
- Get stuffed.
- Hi, I'm Courtney.
- I'm Lee.
- What do you play?
- Drums.
- Cool.
Baddest MC in Drizzy
You ever met a MC that was like me
I'll let you think about
it, but it's unlikely
Consider, I think that
your vibes are clean
Travis, getting top on a daily
So tell me your honest opinion.
Do you get it, do you love of it?
- Mate, I've seen a lot of
people come through here.
I've heard a lot of music and that, that
was not fucking music.
It was pure, unadulterated
fucking chicken shit bullshit.
- Ah, excuse me.
- Fuck you little twitches
think your fucking farts don't stink.
But fuck, I'd rather have my balls
nailed to this fucking
chair than have to listen
to your God awful fucking
music ever a-fucking-gain.
- Do you know who he is?
- What the fuck?
- Music,
what do you know about music granddad?
- He is half the star.
- It is chicken shit to you.
- If I wanted to hear
this much fucking bitching and moaning,
I'd fucking go to a fucking
hair salon, wouldn't I?
- At least I got here, old man.
- Time to get out, go on.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Thank you, goodbye, fuck off.
[all laughing]
- Well done, mate, well done.
Bravo.
- More satisfied customers Uncle Mike?
- Honestly, those chuckle fucks,
they should be thrown out of
a plane without a parachute,
in front of their parents.
They tell me their music is
The Beatles meets Criss Cross.
Fuck, recipe for success right there, eh.
- So are we good to go?
- Yeah, I'm gonna piss off anyway.
- You don't wanna stay and help set up?
- Look, I'll help you set up,
but I can't listen to
any more music tonight.
Good, bad or fucking in between.
- Fair.
- Oh, you must be the new bloke, hey.
- Yeah, how's it going?
I'm Lee.
- As in Van Cleef?
- Good one.
[Mike laughing]
So, you ever shot anyone with that thing?
- Oh, this thing?
Nah, it's just for show.
Not even fucking loaded.
Keeps the riff raff out though eh.
Pretty boy.
- Go fuck yourself, Mike.
[all laughing]
- Hey Michael, did you
hear about Jace Quid?
- No why, what's happened?
- He's dead man.
- Wow.
So the 27 Club strikes again, hey.
- 27 Club?
- Yeah, Joplin, Cobain, Hendrix,
all these great artists all died at 27.
How do you guys not know that?
- Wait, wait, wait, I'm 27.
- Yeah, but they were talented.
- Dick.
- Come on.
[dramatic music]
- All right guys, let's set up.
- Wait, wait that,
couch is hollow.
- Okay.
- Well you want the grand tour?
- Sure, let's do it.
- Okay, well, you have seen this room.
- What's back there?
- It's just a storage room, nothing fancy.
- Were you just pointing at me?
- No, just.
- Just look like you were pointing at me,
specifically, for a reason.
- Right.
- Well he's cute.
- How embarrassing.
- [Jamie] I don't know, he's kinda cute.
- Well, you did say you were
looking for a new boyfriend.
- Yeah, but you know what
they say about Asian guys.
- Wow.
[Jamie laughing]
A bit racist hey?
- That's not what I say,
it's what they say.
[Jamie laughing]
- Moving right along.
Front counter.
- Got it.
- Little girl's room.
- Oh, little boys' room please.
- Stop it.
[Jamie laughing]
Rehearsal room, PA systems,
speakers in every one,
fully soundproof.
- Oh.
- Do you guys ever fuck in these rooms?
You said a soundproof, right?
- Yeah.
- Let's test it out.
[Courtney moaning]
Oh baby.
[both laughing]
- I guess it didn't work.
- Anyway,
moving down the hall.
So down here we have got a rehearsal room.
- Cool.
- Another rehearsal room.
- [Jamie] Amazing.
- But wait, there's more.
- Oh sure.
- Come back this way.
[dramatic music]
And in here we have storage closet.
- Nice.
- Storage closet.
- Also nice.
- Another rehearsal room.
- Cool.
- And guess what's in here?
- Rehearsal room?
- Wrong.
Storage closet.
Nic?
- Hey babe, where's the thing-a-ma-bob?
- The thingamabob?
- Yeah, Rhea wants a
what-you-ma-call-it thing.
[dramatic music]
- Yeah, the
what-you-ma-call-it, that's it.
- You are hopeless.
- Yeah, but you love me.
Oy, Roy, what are you doing?
- All right, I'm looking
for my stash all right.
This whole 27 Club thing
has got me so jittery.
I just, I need to calm down.
I know it's in here somewhere.
- Can we just not fuck about man?
- Can you just gimme a fucking minute?
- Yeah, you have exactly one.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Somebody's scared.
Okay, and come into the final
room, my personal favorite,
I'm sure yours as well, the kitchen.
[dramatic music]
- Because we're both women,
you think the kitchen's
gonna be my favorite?
- I was thinking more for
the food and coffee, but.
- Eloquence.
- Oh and another lovely bathroom.
- Nice.
- And that brings us to the
end of the tour, my lady.
- Why thank you, kind sir.
[both laughing]
Why are there bars and
shit all over the window?
- Well it's a dangerous neighborhood,
I've got a lot of expensive
equipment in here,
so I gotta keep it safe somehow.
- This sucker is fortified.
- Makes sense.
- No idea.
- Are you heading off?
- Yes ma'am.
- I'm not trying to get rid of you.
I'll walk you out.
[both laughing]
- My niece, the gentleman.
- Isn't she just.
- Well, nice to see you anyway, Jamie.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Enjoy yourself, eh.
- Thanks.
- Shall we.
Would you mind making me
a cup of coffee, please?
- I do mind but because I'm
such a nice friend, still no.
- You know what?
[Jamie laughing ]
- Jesus.
How long have you been standing there?
- I am so sorry.
[laughing]
Not not long, I just got distracted.
- Oh.
See, anything you like.
- Maybe.
- I'm Jamie, by the way.
- That's funny.
- My name is funny?
- No, not by itself, but like,
you're Jamie, I'm Lee.
[both laughing]
Come on together we make a perfect pair.
- We're just missing a Curtis.
Wouldn't that make like
our romance a horror?
- I can make a, "Scream."
[Jamie coughing]
- Sorry, what did you just say?
- You okay?
- No.
I'm so sorry.
- Everything okay in here?
- Yeah, no, we're cool.
- We're ready for you
now Lee, if you're good.
- Yeah, of course.
- Cool.
[upbeat music]
To seem unsuccessful
On his way
To seem unsuccessful
[upbeat music]
- It's really good, guys.
It's going really well.
- I have to go to the boys' room.
- No, go for it, dude.
- Where's he going?
- Piss break.
- Lovely.
- So sounding good?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I reckon that last one
was probably our best.
Felt really tight.
- It sounds really good.
- Yeah.
And no issues with Lee?
- Not with his playing, no.
- Was it a thing he said before?
- No, it's.
- You don't like him?
- I don't know him.
- Not like you to hold your tongue.
- It's nothing.
He's just kind of.
- What?
- It's just a vibe.
It's a vibe, it's nothing.
Don't worry about it, seriously.
Not a big thing.
- You good, man?
- Yep, I finished peeing.
- All right, let's keep going.
- Okay, what's up next?
- Lee, what's next?
- "Bliss of Evil."
- Might skip that one.
- No, it's fine, it's just a song.
What's the issue, the song's sick?
- No, I didn't write that one.
- Isla, seriously, I should have,
I like must have given him an old sheet,
I didn't check it, I swear.
- It's fine.
- No, really, we don't have to play that.
- It's fine, don't.
- No, we won't be playing that one.
- It's fine.
It's just a song, okay.
All right, let's go.
- Okay, guys, "Bliss of Evil."
[gentle music]
[gasping]
[crying]
[gentle music]
[gasping]
[crying]
[gentle music]
- Everyone take five.
- Yeah, we shouldn't have
done that fucking song.
[dramatic music]
- Go away.
[gasping]
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
I said I'm all right.
- Isla, if you wanna go home.
- No.
No, we shouldn't, I said I'm all right.
- Clearly.
- Maybe we just take a break.
- A break?
- Sorry everyone, Isla's
just having a panic attack,
take two.
- She said she's all right, Jamie.
- What's more important to you,
your band or your girlfriend?
- Don't be ridiculous.
- I'm not being ridiculous,
this is a serious question.
- No, it's not.
- Hey enough.
- It's exactly what happened.
- Enough.
You're just pissing me off now.
Okay.
I said I'm all right.
We keep going.
Just give me like five minutes.
- Isla, you are far too
stubborn for your own good.
[Isla gasping]
- Fine.
[Isla gasping]
[gentle upbeat guitar music]
- Is she all right?
- Yeah, she's okay.
- And how about you?
- Golden.
Does anyone need anything to eat, drink?
- Yo.
- I could eat.
- Yeah, I'm hungry.
- Nice.
- I'm a vegetarian though.
- [Jamie] Yep, I'll see what I can find.
- Since when are you a fucking vegger?
- Recently.
What difference does it make?
- Well, you're gonna get
all like weak and shit.
- Some of the biggest, strongest creatures
that walked the earth were vegetarians,
like the Brontosaurus.
[Roy laughing]
- Yeah, look what happened at that prick.
- Righto.
- Thought you might need a hand.
- Did you now?
- So what happened back there?
[dramatic music]
- It's a long story.
- Seems like everyone has
a long story these days.
- Yeah, well, it's not my story to tell.
- That's cool.
No, that's fine.
I'd probably get distracted anyway. I.
- By what?
- You.
You should let me photograph you sometime.
- Are you being serious right now?
- A hundred percent.
You've got the Look.
- I thought you were a musician.
- Rather describe myself
as more of a entrepreneur.
- That's not the word that I would use.
- What word would you use?
- Creepy, that's the word.
- What you aren't dazzled
by my stylish rhetoric?
Witty.
- Listen.
[dramatic music]
- You okay?
- Me?
[dramatic music]
You know, I feel guilty about
what happened, every day.
- You shouldn't.
- Well, I do.
And we're not playing the song anymore.
I don't want to.
- Okay good, 'cause I just can't hear it.
I can do every other one, I swear,
I just can't.
- I know, I know.
[gentle music]
I know.
Come on.
[Rhea moaning]
You've gotta be kidding me.
Rhea, what the hell is this?
Can you not just keep it in
your pants for one night?
- Oh, come on, Nicky.
- No, Jesus Christ Rhea, come on.
Just get back out there all right,
we're about to start up again.
- Can you just let me live my life like,
this is soundproof, no one's gonna hear.
- Yeah, except you forgot
to shut the door, dumb ass.
- I thought I did.
- That's besides the point.
You're not a groupie
in my family's studio.
No offense.
[Courtney laughing]
[gentle guitar music]
- Hey what took you guys so long?
- Oh, these two were having
it off in one of the rooms.
- You and her?
- Hey, sharing is caring.
- Dude, she's my groupie.
- Oh excuse me,
I'm no one's anything.
- Oh, this is just some
straight up bullshit.
This is fucking perfect.
You know I'm surrounded
by nothing but pussy pilfering dykes.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You know, I love you guys.
You know, I didn't mean that.
I'm just really stressed
out right now, you know,
since Jace Quid was murdered
and the 27 Club thing,
and I can't find my stash anywhere
and everybody just needs to calm down.
[both laughing]
Motherfucker.
You know what, Rhea,
I'm really sick of you
busting my balls all the fucking time.
- [Rhea] Oh, come on, every time, man.
We feel like
this high school.
- Anything I fucking do,
you gotta have something
to fucking say about it.
- Got get over it.
- Oy.
Can everyone just get their shit together.
- Now, dude she's fucking.
- But nothing.
Fuck, I'm tired of it.
Do you guys actually give a shit.
or we're just wasting our time here?
Seriously.
Look at Jace Quid, he
could have been something.
Now fucking look at him.
Is that what you guys wanna be?
Could have beens.
Dick about playing shitty
little shows in the city.
I don't want Prom Night to be
just the best band in Brisbane.
I want more than that.
And if you guys want the same thing,
then we're gonna rehearse
and rehearse and rehearse
until this shit is where it needs to be.
If you guys are just here to
fuck groupies or fuck about,
then there's the door.
- You're right.
Sorry.
- Yeah.
Come on, let's play.
- Wait, where's Jamie?
- Oh, her and Bruce went to get food.
- Fuck sake.
I'll go get 'em.
Hey guys.
Everyone's having a good time tonight.
Guys, we're starting up.
[dramatic music]
- This wasn't me.
This wasn't me.
[dramatic music]
- Lee.
Hey Lee, take it easy.
- Back off.
I didn't do this.
- [Nic] Okay.
- I would never, I would never do this.
- Just put the knife down.
- I would never do this.
- Okay, man.
- You get me out of here.
- I can't let you do that.
- [Lee] Just back off.
Just back off.
- Man, come on.
- Move.
- Lee.
- Now.
- Lee, Lee, Lee, put the knife down.
Come on, just think about this.
Stop, think about what you're doing.
- No one's gonna believe me.
- I do okay man.
You gotta stop, put down the knife.
Put down the knife, Lee.
- Motherfucker what you doing?
- Fuck it.
Oh shit.
- Fuck.
Fuck it.
- [Nic] Rhea, stop, stop.
- Nic, what's going on?
[dramatic music]
Jamie.
[dramatic music]
Wake up, wake up.
Wake up.
[dramatic music]
No.
- She's not.
- Go away.
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
- No, I didn't kill her.
- Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
- You fucking son of a bitch.
- Isla.
What, she wouldn't fuck you, is that it?
Fuck you.
[Lee screaming]
- Everyone out now.
[Lee crying]
- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to calm you down.
- He just killed my best friend,
you want me to fucking calm down?
- We don't know that.
- Of course you're
defending a fucking ghost.
- He wasn't acting like
innocent fucking man,
I'll tell you that much.
- I know it doesn't look good, but.
- It's not gonna look good for
him when I get done with him.
- No, no, no, no.
No for now, we leave him be okay.
- It doesn't make sense.
Why would he kill her?
- Maybe because he's a fucking psycho.
- Yeah, but how did he
think he'd get away with it?
He knew we were all together.
He was alone with her.
If he was planning on killing her,
he would've done it at a
different time or place.
Why right now?
Doesn't add up.
- Psychos don't make sense, Courtney.
- That's not true.
- How the fuck would you know?
What are you, some kind of expert?
- I read.
- She's right.
It doesn't make sense for
him to kill her this way.
- I saw him with her.
When she rejected him, he didn't like it.
He got mad and he killed her.
Why?
Because he is a scumbag, end of story.
- I agree with her.
- No, listen,
we call the police, we
let them figure it out.
Okay, that's where I'm standing.
- On it.
- Look, maybe it was an
impulse or an accident.
Maybe he planned on dumping
the body and doing a runner.
Who fucking knows?
All I know is, I didn't
trust that guy from the jump.
- [Nic] What?
- The line is dead.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[crying]
- Please.
Wait.
[dramatic music]
- Take it the other gate is the same?
- Doesn't seem like a thing a guy
acting on impulse would do.
[dramatic music]
- Help, somebody.
- No one's coming to help us.
- Worth the shot.
[dramatic music]
Hey, do you know how to pick a lock?
- Where are the others?
[dramatic music]
- And then you piece of shit,
and then you fucking killed her.
- Get off.
- What the fuck are you doing, Nic?
- I'm trying to make sure
no one does anything fucking stupid.
- That guy is a fucking killer, I know it.
- Roy, you don't know, you think.
And there's a country mile of difference
between thinking and knowing.
Now, calm the fuck down.
[dramatic music]
- You're defending this piece of shit.
[dramatic music]
- Please,
Nic, please wait, Nic.
Nic wait.
- No one goes in this room.
[dramatic music]
Isla I need the keys.
- Why?
- Just give them to me, please.
[dramatic music]
Okay, I think it's fair to say
that whoever chained those gates outside
is in this studio right now.
- Excuse me, chained gates?
- That little commie
fucker locked us in here.
- And when would he have done that, Roy?
- When he went for that piss break.
Who fucking knows?
- Look, whoever it was, if
they're planning on leaving,
they need to get through that locked door.
- You're not suggesting
it was one of us, are you?
- I didn't say that.
I'm just trying to make sense of this.
Oy, what are you doing?
- Looking for another way out.
A window or something to break
so we can get the fuck out of here.
- That's just a storage closet.
- Look, just gimme five minutes
alone with him all right,
I'll get all the answers we fucking need.
- No Roy.
No.
- He was alone with her.
Everybody else was together.
Who the fuck else could it have been?
- You were alone for a while.
- [Roy] What's that?
- When Rhea and I were in the other room,
you were by yourself.
It could have just as easily
been you, by your logic.
- That's fucking ridiculous all right.
The guy who did it, it is
the guy you brought here.
The guy you vouched for.
That's twice now,
twice you've been a
bad judge of character.
Let that sink in, man.
- Come on, bro, no one could have known.
- We both did.
Or did you forget that part?
[dramatic music]
- It couldn't have been
Lee, there's no way.
- Who was it then?
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
[Lee crying]
[dramatic music]
- Tell me what happened.
- I dunno.
I just went for a smoke
and came back.
She was dead.
I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill her.
[crying]
I didn't kill her.
[dramatic music]
- Then who did?
- I don't fucking know.
Maybe someone else came in and did it,
did you ever think about that?
How do you know it wasn't
one of those fuckers?
[dramatic music]
How do I know that it wasn't you.
[dramatic music]
[Lee crying]
[dramatic music]
- Were the doors locked before?
- They should have been.
I locked them when I
walked Uncle Mike out.
- They were open when Nic went out there
to look at the gates.
- So anyone could have just walked in.
Or maybe the guy who did it did a runner.
- That, or we locked them in here with us.
[Lee crying]
- The fucking sucker's out there.
You have to believe me.
- Why should we believe you?
- Nic, it's Nic.
- You motherfucker.
[Bloodface gasping]
- [Mike] You sure you'll
be all right, Isla?
- [Isla] Seeing as I'm better at this
than you are already, Uncle
Mike, I think I'll be all right.
- [Mike] Well, you know what I mean.
- [Isla] I'm not by myself.
There's plenty of other people here,
there's no need to worry.
- [Mike] Well, I've just gotta make sure.
Hope it goes well.
- [Isla] Thank you.
Now get outta here so I can get to work.
- [Mike] I'll see you soon.
- [Isla] Bye.
- [Mike] Stay safe.
[Bloodface gasping]
[dramatic music]
[car engine revving]
[dramatic music]
[both moaning]
[dramatic music]
- Get off of me.
What the fuck?
Dude, just stop.
Fuck.
[people speaking indistinctly]
[dramatic music]
[girls moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Jamie moaning]
[dramatic music]
- [Nic] I'm trying to make sense of this.
Oy, what are you doing?
- [Courtney] Looking for anther way out.
A window or something to break
so we can get the fuck out of here.
- [Isla] That's just a storage closet.
- How do I know that it wasn't you?
What are you doing?
- [Nic] I'm letting you out.
[dramatic music]
- Jesus Christ, Nic.
[dramatic music]
[Nic moaning]
- Lee, go.
- The fucking psycho's out there.
You have to believe me.
- Why should we believe you?
- It's Nic, it's Nic.
- You motherfucker.
[Lee gasping]
- What the fuck is going on?
- He just burst in here saying it's Nic.
- You lying sack of shit.
- It's Nic.
- What the fuck
have you done?
- You have to help Nic?
You need to help Nic.
[dramatic music]
- Nic, Nic.
- Isla.
[Nic crying]
- Nic, Nic.
Nic, Nic, Nic.
Nic, Nic.
[Isla crying]
- Roy.
- Barricade the door.
- What are you doing?
- Just do it, okay.
You need the time.
- But you'll die.
- Then I'll be in good company.
[Rhea screaming]
- [Rhea] No.
[dramatic music]
[Roy screaming]
- Courtney, get something
to barricade the door.
[gasping]
- [Courtney] Hey, you
better hope this will work.
[Isla gasping]
- Yeah.
- Fuck.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
- I'm dead.
[dramatic music]
Fuck.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
Oh fuck.
Ah.
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
Fuck.
Fuck.
[dramatic music]
[Roy moaning]
No, no, no.
[laughing]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
[crying]
[dramatic music]
[crying]
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
- What is this guy?
[dramatic music]
[microphone disturbance]
[gentle guitar music]
With crazy eyes and a dirty dress
Walking around like a darkness did
Just like the stone I had for a heart
[gentle guitar music]
They were men like you
but you are not the same
They look like you but
you are not the same
[gentle guitar music]
Bliss of evil
Running through my head
Bliss of evil
Maybe you'll be dead
Bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
Bliss of evil
This is the end
[Bloodface screaming]
- Fucking hell.
- There's no way he's still alive.
- They never found his body.
- Wait, wait, there's no
way who's still alive?
- The guy you replaced.
- This guy?
I replaced this fucking guy?
Jesus Christ, what did he not handle
getting the flick or something, what?
- There's a bit more to it than that.
- Oh, do you care to enlighten me?
- What difference does it make?
- Oh, I dunno,
maybe if I'm gonna get
fucking murdered by him,
I'd like to know why.
- Will that make dying go down
easier for you or something?
- Oh my God, this is fucking insane.
- Yeah, that's putting it lightly.
- Man fuck this, we have to
get out of here right now.
- The lines are dead.
We are trapped inside this building,
barricaded in this closed off room
with a psychopath on the
other side trying to kill us.
What is your escape plan, exactly?
- I don't know.
Maybe we could like, "Die Hard" this shit
through the roof or
something, I don't know.
- What about air ducts, moron?
[dramatic music]
- Where is she going?
[dramatic music]
- What are you thinking?
[dramatic music]
- Like you said, we have to do something.
[dramatic music]
- And just what in the hell
are you planning on doing with that?
What are you gonna stab
him with a screwdriver?
Fighting this guy hasn't exactly
worked out so well so far.
[dramatic music]
- Tell me your plan again.
Go ahead.
[dramatic music]
We have to try something
and look, maybe we all die.
Maybe some of us live, I don't know.
But if we sit here and do
nothing, then there are no maybes,
that's it, we're done.
- What's the plan?
[dramatic music]
[door banging]
[dramatic music]
- If only that shot gun had bullets hey.
- You really think evil
can be killed with bullets?
- Be worth the shot at least.
[Isla gasping]
- Jesus Christ, you
scared the life out of me.
Are you heading out?
Okay, cool.
I will see you later at
the party then, I guess.
[dramatic music]
You did great today.
[dramatic music]
- [Jamie] Hey, did you miss me?
- I saw you yesterday, dickhead.
[Jamie laughing]
- Yeah, you missed me.
You okay?
- Yeah, no, I'm fine.
- Come on, spill.
- It's just that guy in Nic's band.
- Oh, the odd one.
- Don't be mean.
[Jamie laughing]
- I mean, the guy has a
bit of a fucking creep.
I caught him staring
at you like this once.
Ready?
[dramatic music]
[both laughing]
- Okay, look, this will be weird,
but he did show me a photo
and said that I remind him of his mother.
- Oh, so he wants to fuck his mum.
[Jamie laughing]
Does he know that you bat for other team?
- Don't be gross.
I think she went to prison
for murdering someone.
- Right.
Well, hopefully it
doesn't run in the family.
- He's harmless.
He's really good at what he does.
I think he makes the band better.
That's what matters.
- If you say so.
- Oh, hey, wait, didn't you want a tour?
- Oh, absolutely not, we
have a party to go to.
[both laughing]
- You've seriously gotta
say something to this guy.
Dude says some weird fucking shit.
You know what I'm talking about.
- I hear you.
But at the end of the day,
man, he's fucking good.
He makes the band better.
- Look, Roy and I are at the point
where we don't wanna even be around him.
All right, I'm sure we can
find someone just as good.
- I don't know.
- What do you think?
- He's a little odd.
- Yeah.
- Fine, I'll talk to him.
I'll tell him to cool
it on the odd ball shit.
- Well he better or he is gonna be.
- I need to refill.
[all laughing]
Anyone else need one?
- Still going.
- Catch up with me.
[people speaking indistinctly]
[gentle upbeat music]
Hey, are you all right?
I heard you were crying
earlier, are you okay?
- Okay.
- Yes, guys trivia, like five minutes.
- Five minutes?
- Yes.
Okay.
[gentle upbeat music]
[Isla humming]
[dramatic music]
[Isla humming]
[dramatic music]
- Jesus Jamie.
You almost gave me a heart attack.
- Sorry I didn't mean to scare you.
- No, get your own.
- Damn that's harsh.
Have some sympathy, I'm sad.
- Are you not having a good time?
- There's not that much
talent down here tonight.
- Oh right.
- And I'm in need of a rebound.
- Do you really need another guy?
- I don't need another
guy, I want another.
Okay, no, scratch that,
I want a distraction.
- How about Roy?
- The groupy fucker.
- [Isla] That seems harsh.
- Yeah, thanks for suggestion.
But if I wanted a peninsulan
shot, then I would've.
- A peninsulan shot.
- God damn it.
- I wonder what that would feel like.
- I meant, you knew what I meant.
- A whole peninsulan.
- Penicillin, whatever.
No, thank you.
The other guy though, I mean he's hot.
Oh, I mean, he's a bit freaky,
not like that, but he's hot.
But a total freak show.
- 100% your type.
- I'm trying to learn from
the past mistakes, Isla.
- And usually fail at it.
- I'm still trying.
Isla, come on, you're being boring.
- You're being boring.
[dramatic music]
- Oh, hi.
- Hey.
- Have you seen Ila, did she go upstairs?
- Who is she, who is she, what?
- She's Ila.
She's like this tall,
cute little like ponytail
things, hot dress.
I mean, she's cute, like.
Yeah, you're not that tall, hey.
- Tall?
- Yeah, but you're also
stepping on like two steps.
- It doesn't matter, I'm still tall.
[dramatic music]
[Isla moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Isla moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Isla moaning]
[dramatic music]
- Get of her you fucking creep.
Isla please, please, please.
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
- What the fuck is going on?
- He was on fucking top of her.
- What are you doing fucker?
- Hey, hey, Roy wait, back off.
- Get the fuck outta the way.
- Get off of her, this is
your fucking creep mate.
[dramatic music]
- We found the car in the ocean,
but we haven't recovered a body yet.
But I assure you he is gone.
No one could have survived that crash.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
- [Bloodface] Don't scream.
With crazy eyes and dirty dress
Walking around like the night was dead
Just like the stone I had your heart
They looked like you,
but you not the same
They were men like you,
but you not the same
The bliss of evil
Running through my head
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead
[dramatic music]
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead.
The bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
The bliss of evil
The bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
The bliss of evil
They look like you but
you are not he same
And like you but you are not the same
The bliss of evil
Running through my head
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead
The bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
The bliss of evil
Not the end
- Encore?
[dramatic music]
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead
- Come on you ugly motherfucker.
[dramatic music]
Come on, I'm right here.
I'm the one you want.
I'm right here, come on.
What are you afraid off?
Hey.
Hey.
[whistle blowing]
[dramatic music]
- No.
[Lee screaming]
[dramatic music]
[Rhea gasping]
[dramatic music]
- He's coming Rhea.
Rhea.
Run.
- No.
- Get out.
[dramatic music]
Don't take another step.
[dramatic music]
Just go.
[dramatic music]
[Isla gasping]
No.
[Isla crying]
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[Isla spitting]
- Don't scream.
- Get back.
[dramatic music]
[Rhea moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Isla screaming]
[Bloodface screaming]
[Bloodface crying]
[laughing]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
- Screw you.
[dramatic music]
[gun cocking]
[gun firing]
[dramatic music]
- I guess you can kill
evil with bullets, huh.
[both laughing]
- I thought it was empty.
- The safety was on.
[all laughing]
- Are you okay?
- Golden.
- Go and get help.
- Yeah, on it.
Help, somebody.
- Stay with me.
Stay with me.
- I'm doing my best.
[dramatic music]
You know, when I was a kid,
I believed there was a
presence in my house.
When I was 10, I could have sworn
I felt someone sit down
at the end of my bed,
and bounce up and down.
When I opened my eyes, there was no one.
[dramatic music]
I did see a woman once,
standing in my doorway.
She was beautiful.
- You think it was a ghost.
- No, I don't believe in ghosts.
It was just my mind
playing tricks on me.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]
[gentle music]
[gentle music continues]
[gentle music continues]
[moaning]
[gasping]
[eerie music]
[door knocking]
- Who is it?
It's me you a dog, let me in.
Jesus, Isla, you look like shit.
Have you slept at all?
Rough.
- What are you doing here?
You know, I'm meant to be leaving soon.
- Yeah, I thought I joined
you for this rehearsal thingy.
- I don't need a babysitter, Jamie.
- I'm not babysitting you.
It's either that or
hanging out with the olds
and watching, "Hey Hey."
That's how pitiful my life has become.
Plus I need get back on
the dating scene again,
and I hear you've got a new band member.
Is he hot?
- They're meant to be rehearsing.
So if you come, you
cannot be a distraction.
- You know me, I'll be
on my best behavior.
- I do know you, too well.
All right, that's them, are you ready?
- See them.
[birds chirping]
[wind gushing]
- Hey.
- Hey yourself.
Oh, Jamie.
What, you're coming?
- Yep.
- Great.
More the merrier.
- Look, there's no way
he killed himself, okay,
I just don't buy it.
- Ooh, sorry to interrupt.
I'm Jamie, Isla's friend.
- I remember you.
- Rhea right?
Troy?
[both laughing]
- I like her.
- It's Roy.
- [Rhea] Pretty boy, Roy.
- Shut it, Rhea.
- Dude, it's your name,
what do you want from me?
- Oh, Jesus, hi, wow.
- Hi.
I can't find the camera anywhere.
- Well keep looking.
Anyway, as I was saying,
like there's no way Quid
killed himself, okay.
He's no pullout merchant.
- What's this?
- Roy is somewhat of a conspiracy
theorist, theorist nut,
however you wanna interpret it.
- I'm a seeker of truth.
- Dude, you still think
the moon landing was fake.
- Hey, I do not, all right.
All I've said is it's a possibility.
Okay, I've read things.
- You know Jace Quid, right?
- Yeah, yeah local guy.
Hasn't he just like signed
some like massive record label?
- [Rhea] Yeah that's him.
- [Jamie] Yeah and he killed himself.
- No, no, he was murdered.
- I'm assuming you have
some sort of theory.
- "The guitar I give you
is riddled with my sin.
"Purify my soul, so heaven let me in."
- Music lyrics?
- Dude, you gotta read between the lines.
If you wanna purify your
soul and get into heaven,
you don't kill yourself.
- Right.
- You just don't.
- [Jamie] Right.
- You need to lay off the pot.
- You'll see, all right, you'll all see.
- Found it.
- It was actually a camera.
- Yeah.
[both laughing]
- Good job.
- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah.
- No, seriously, looks like
you've been having a Mexican
standoff at the sandman.
- I'm fine.
Just get a cup of coffee
in me, I'll be golden.
- Very convincing.
- Nic, I said I can do this.
Please let me do it.
You have to rehearse.
I mean, if this gig next week goes to shit
then there's no future,
no record deals, nothing.
- Isla, I don't care about gigs,
I don't care about record
deals, I care about you.
- I said I'm fine, okay.
Now let's go rehearse this thing.
I wanna tell everyone I'm
dating a real life rockstar.
[Nic laughing]
[dramatic music]
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
[van engine revving]
[van horn honking]
- Hey man.
Sorry we're late, were you waiting long?
- Not at all.
I just got here myself.
- Hi, I'm Isla, you must be Lee.
- That is me.
Didn't it mean for that to rhyme?
[Nic laughing]
Oh God, what happened to your hand?
- Oh, long story.
- Right.
And you two are together?
- Yeah.
I'm also your sound
engineer for the night.
- Nice.
So what's the go for rehearsing here?
Place looks like a bit of a dump.
Is it like cheap rain or something?
- My family owns the place.
[upbeat music]
- Oh, did you guys, did
you hear about Jace Quid?
- Yeah.
Man, it's fucking crazy.
- It's tragic, yeah.
- What happened to Jace?
- He's gone.
- It was suicide apparently.
- That's awful.
- Yeah.
- He was really talented.
Nice guy too.
- Did you know Jace Quid?
- Yeah he rehearsed here a few times.
- Before he took off?
Sick.
Hello.
- Hi.
[birds chirping]
- Yeah okay, why don't we
do the old head on in, huh?
- Yeah.
- Got a lot of work to
get through tonight.
- I'll just scratch some strings
and I'll be right in.
- [Nic] Sweet.
- Cool.
- Hey, I'm sorry about him.
But he knows how to play
and that's what matters.
- The other guy did too.
- Hey guys.
Guy and girl.
I'm Lee.
- As in, Bruce?
- More like Van Cleef.
- I'm Rhea.
Nice car man.
- Aw thanks.
Do you reckon it'll be okay out here?
- No.
- It's very reassuring.
- So where you from anyway?
- Mackay.
- Love it.
- Right.
Let's do this.
- Yeah, it's time.
Oh wait, What about what's her face?
- Oh yeah, oy.
Fuck, I forgot her name.
Doesn't matter.
We're heading in.
- She's kinda cute.
- Why do you think you're switching teams?
- Get stuffed.
- Hi, I'm Courtney.
- I'm Lee.
- What do you play?
- Drums.
- Cool.
Baddest MC in Drizzy
You ever met a MC that was like me
I'll let you think about
it, but it's unlikely
Consider, I think that
your vibes are clean
Travis, getting top on a daily
So tell me your honest opinion.
Do you get it, do you love of it?
- Mate, I've seen a lot of
people come through here.
I've heard a lot of music and that, that
was not fucking music.
It was pure, unadulterated
fucking chicken shit bullshit.
- Ah, excuse me.
- Fuck you little twitches
think your fucking farts don't stink.
But fuck, I'd rather have my balls
nailed to this fucking
chair than have to listen
to your God awful fucking
music ever a-fucking-gain.
- Do you know who he is?
- What the fuck?
- Music,
what do you know about music granddad?
- He is half the star.
- It is chicken shit to you.
- If I wanted to hear
this much fucking bitching and moaning,
I'd fucking go to a fucking
hair salon, wouldn't I?
- At least I got here, old man.
- Time to get out, go on.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Thank you, goodbye, fuck off.
[all laughing]
- Well done, mate, well done.
Bravo.
- More satisfied customers Uncle Mike?
- Honestly, those chuckle fucks,
they should be thrown out of
a plane without a parachute,
in front of their parents.
They tell me their music is
The Beatles meets Criss Cross.
Fuck, recipe for success right there, eh.
- So are we good to go?
- Yeah, I'm gonna piss off anyway.
- You don't wanna stay and help set up?
- Look, I'll help you set up,
but I can't listen to
any more music tonight.
Good, bad or fucking in between.
- Fair.
- Oh, you must be the new bloke, hey.
- Yeah, how's it going?
I'm Lee.
- As in Van Cleef?
- Good one.
[Mike laughing]
So, you ever shot anyone with that thing?
- Oh, this thing?
Nah, it's just for show.
Not even fucking loaded.
Keeps the riff raff out though eh.
Pretty boy.
- Go fuck yourself, Mike.
[all laughing]
- Hey Michael, did you
hear about Jace Quid?
- No why, what's happened?
- He's dead man.
- Wow.
So the 27 Club strikes again, hey.
- 27 Club?
- Yeah, Joplin, Cobain, Hendrix,
all these great artists all died at 27.
How do you guys not know that?
- Wait, wait, wait, I'm 27.
- Yeah, but they were talented.
- Dick.
- Come on.
[dramatic music]
- All right guys, let's set up.
- Wait, wait that,
couch is hollow.
- Okay.
- Well you want the grand tour?
- Sure, let's do it.
- Okay, well, you have seen this room.
- What's back there?
- It's just a storage room, nothing fancy.
- Were you just pointing at me?
- No, just.
- Just look like you were pointing at me,
specifically, for a reason.
- Right.
- Well he's cute.
- How embarrassing.
- [Jamie] I don't know, he's kinda cute.
- Well, you did say you were
looking for a new boyfriend.
- Yeah, but you know what
they say about Asian guys.
- Wow.
[Jamie laughing]
A bit racist hey?
- That's not what I say,
it's what they say.
[Jamie laughing]
- Moving right along.
Front counter.
- Got it.
- Little girl's room.
- Oh, little boys' room please.
- Stop it.
[Jamie laughing]
Rehearsal room, PA systems,
speakers in every one,
fully soundproof.
- Oh.
- Do you guys ever fuck in these rooms?
You said a soundproof, right?
- Yeah.
- Let's test it out.
[Courtney moaning]
Oh baby.
[both laughing]
- I guess it didn't work.
- Anyway,
moving down the hall.
So down here we have got a rehearsal room.
- Cool.
- Another rehearsal room.
- [Jamie] Amazing.
- But wait, there's more.
- Oh sure.
- Come back this way.
[dramatic music]
And in here we have storage closet.
- Nice.
- Storage closet.
- Also nice.
- Another rehearsal room.
- Cool.
- And guess what's in here?
- Rehearsal room?
- Wrong.
Storage closet.
Nic?
- Hey babe, where's the thing-a-ma-bob?
- The thingamabob?
- Yeah, Rhea wants a
what-you-ma-call-it thing.
[dramatic music]
- Yeah, the
what-you-ma-call-it, that's it.
- You are hopeless.
- Yeah, but you love me.
Oy, Roy, what are you doing?
- All right, I'm looking
for my stash all right.
This whole 27 Club thing
has got me so jittery.
I just, I need to calm down.
I know it's in here somewhere.
- Can we just not fuck about man?
- Can you just gimme a fucking minute?
- Yeah, you have exactly one.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Somebody's scared.
Okay, and come into the final
room, my personal favorite,
I'm sure yours as well, the kitchen.
[dramatic music]
- Because we're both women,
you think the kitchen's
gonna be my favorite?
- I was thinking more for
the food and coffee, but.
- Eloquence.
- Oh and another lovely bathroom.
- Nice.
- And that brings us to the
end of the tour, my lady.
- Why thank you, kind sir.
[both laughing]
Why are there bars and
shit all over the window?
- Well it's a dangerous neighborhood,
I've got a lot of expensive
equipment in here,
so I gotta keep it safe somehow.
- This sucker is fortified.
- Makes sense.
- No idea.
- Are you heading off?
- Yes ma'am.
- I'm not trying to get rid of you.
I'll walk you out.
[both laughing]
- My niece, the gentleman.
- Isn't she just.
- Well, nice to see you anyway, Jamie.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Enjoy yourself, eh.
- Thanks.
- Shall we.
Would you mind making me
a cup of coffee, please?
- I do mind but because I'm
such a nice friend, still no.
- You know what?
[Jamie laughing ]
- Jesus.
How long have you been standing there?
- I am so sorry.
[laughing]
Not not long, I just got distracted.
- Oh.
See, anything you like.
- Maybe.
- I'm Jamie, by the way.
- That's funny.
- My name is funny?
- No, not by itself, but like,
you're Jamie, I'm Lee.
[both laughing]
Come on together we make a perfect pair.
- We're just missing a Curtis.
Wouldn't that make like
our romance a horror?
- I can make a, "Scream."
[Jamie coughing]
- Sorry, what did you just say?
- You okay?
- No.
I'm so sorry.
- Everything okay in here?
- Yeah, no, we're cool.
- We're ready for you
now Lee, if you're good.
- Yeah, of course.
- Cool.
[upbeat music]
To seem unsuccessful
On his way
To seem unsuccessful
[upbeat music]
- It's really good, guys.
It's going really well.
- I have to go to the boys' room.
- No, go for it, dude.
- Where's he going?
- Piss break.
- Lovely.
- So sounding good?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I reckon that last one
was probably our best.
Felt really tight.
- It sounds really good.
- Yeah.
And no issues with Lee?
- Not with his playing, no.
- Was it a thing he said before?
- No, it's.
- You don't like him?
- I don't know him.
- Not like you to hold your tongue.
- It's nothing.
He's just kind of.
- What?
- It's just a vibe.
It's a vibe, it's nothing.
Don't worry about it, seriously.
Not a big thing.
- You good, man?
- Yep, I finished peeing.
- All right, let's keep going.
- Okay, what's up next?
- Lee, what's next?
- "Bliss of Evil."
- Might skip that one.
- No, it's fine, it's just a song.
What's the issue, the song's sick?
- No, I didn't write that one.
- Isla, seriously, I should have,
I like must have given him an old sheet,
I didn't check it, I swear.
- It's fine.
- No, really, we don't have to play that.
- It's fine, don't.
- No, we won't be playing that one.
- It's fine.
It's just a song, okay.
All right, let's go.
- Okay, guys, "Bliss of Evil."
[gentle music]
[gasping]
[crying]
[gentle music]
[gasping]
[crying]
[gentle music]
- Everyone take five.
- Yeah, we shouldn't have
done that fucking song.
[dramatic music]
- Go away.
[gasping]
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
I said I'm all right.
- Isla, if you wanna go home.
- No.
No, we shouldn't, I said I'm all right.
- Clearly.
- Maybe we just take a break.
- A break?
- Sorry everyone, Isla's
just having a panic attack,
take two.
- She said she's all right, Jamie.
- What's more important to you,
your band or your girlfriend?
- Don't be ridiculous.
- I'm not being ridiculous,
this is a serious question.
- No, it's not.
- Hey enough.
- It's exactly what happened.
- Enough.
You're just pissing me off now.
Okay.
I said I'm all right.
We keep going.
Just give me like five minutes.
- Isla, you are far too
stubborn for your own good.
[Isla gasping]
- Fine.
[Isla gasping]
[gentle upbeat guitar music]
- Is she all right?
- Yeah, she's okay.
- And how about you?
- Golden.
Does anyone need anything to eat, drink?
- Yo.
- I could eat.
- Yeah, I'm hungry.
- Nice.
- I'm a vegetarian though.
- [Jamie] Yep, I'll see what I can find.
- Since when are you a fucking vegger?
- Recently.
What difference does it make?
- Well, you're gonna get
all like weak and shit.
- Some of the biggest, strongest creatures
that walked the earth were vegetarians,
like the Brontosaurus.
[Roy laughing]
- Yeah, look what happened at that prick.
- Righto.
- Thought you might need a hand.
- Did you now?
- So what happened back there?
[dramatic music]
- It's a long story.
- Seems like everyone has
a long story these days.
- Yeah, well, it's not my story to tell.
- That's cool.
No, that's fine.
I'd probably get distracted anyway. I.
- By what?
- You.
You should let me photograph you sometime.
- Are you being serious right now?
- A hundred percent.
You've got the Look.
- I thought you were a musician.
- Rather describe myself
as more of a entrepreneur.
- That's not the word that I would use.
- What word would you use?
- Creepy, that's the word.
- What you aren't dazzled
by my stylish rhetoric?
Witty.
- Listen.
[dramatic music]
- You okay?
- Me?
[dramatic music]
You know, I feel guilty about
what happened, every day.
- You shouldn't.
- Well, I do.
And we're not playing the song anymore.
I don't want to.
- Okay good, 'cause I just can't hear it.
I can do every other one, I swear,
I just can't.
- I know, I know.
[gentle music]
I know.
Come on.
[Rhea moaning]
You've gotta be kidding me.
Rhea, what the hell is this?
Can you not just keep it in
your pants for one night?
- Oh, come on, Nicky.
- No, Jesus Christ Rhea, come on.
Just get back out there all right,
we're about to start up again.
- Can you just let me live my life like,
this is soundproof, no one's gonna hear.
- Yeah, except you forgot
to shut the door, dumb ass.
- I thought I did.
- That's besides the point.
You're not a groupie
in my family's studio.
No offense.
[Courtney laughing]
[gentle guitar music]
- Hey what took you guys so long?
- Oh, these two were having
it off in one of the rooms.
- You and her?
- Hey, sharing is caring.
- Dude, she's my groupie.
- Oh excuse me,
I'm no one's anything.
- Oh, this is just some
straight up bullshit.
This is fucking perfect.
You know I'm surrounded
by nothing but pussy pilfering dykes.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You know, I love you guys.
You know, I didn't mean that.
I'm just really stressed
out right now, you know,
since Jace Quid was murdered
and the 27 Club thing,
and I can't find my stash anywhere
and everybody just needs to calm down.
[both laughing]
Motherfucker.
You know what, Rhea,
I'm really sick of you
busting my balls all the fucking time.
- [Rhea] Oh, come on, every time, man.
We feel like
this high school.
- Anything I fucking do,
you gotta have something
to fucking say about it.
- Got get over it.
- Oy.
Can everyone just get their shit together.
- Now, dude she's fucking.
- But nothing.
Fuck, I'm tired of it.
Do you guys actually give a shit.
or we're just wasting our time here?
Seriously.
Look at Jace Quid, he
could have been something.
Now fucking look at him.
Is that what you guys wanna be?
Could have beens.
Dick about playing shitty
little shows in the city.
I don't want Prom Night to be
just the best band in Brisbane.
I want more than that.
And if you guys want the same thing,
then we're gonna rehearse
and rehearse and rehearse
until this shit is where it needs to be.
If you guys are just here to
fuck groupies or fuck about,
then there's the door.
- You're right.
Sorry.
- Yeah.
Come on, let's play.
- Wait, where's Jamie?
- Oh, her and Bruce went to get food.
- Fuck sake.
I'll go get 'em.
Hey guys.
Everyone's having a good time tonight.
Guys, we're starting up.
[dramatic music]
- This wasn't me.
This wasn't me.
[dramatic music]
- Lee.
Hey Lee, take it easy.
- Back off.
I didn't do this.
- [Nic] Okay.
- I would never, I would never do this.
- Just put the knife down.
- I would never do this.
- Okay, man.
- You get me out of here.
- I can't let you do that.
- [Lee] Just back off.
Just back off.
- Man, come on.
- Move.
- Lee.
- Now.
- Lee, Lee, Lee, put the knife down.
Come on, just think about this.
Stop, think about what you're doing.
- No one's gonna believe me.
- I do okay man.
You gotta stop, put down the knife.
Put down the knife, Lee.
- Motherfucker what you doing?
- Fuck it.
Oh shit.
- Fuck.
Fuck it.
- [Nic] Rhea, stop, stop.
- Nic, what's going on?
[dramatic music]
Jamie.
[dramatic music]
Wake up, wake up.
Wake up.
[dramatic music]
No.
- She's not.
- Go away.
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
- No, I didn't kill her.
- Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
- You fucking son of a bitch.
- Isla.
What, she wouldn't fuck you, is that it?
Fuck you.
[Lee screaming]
- Everyone out now.
[Lee crying]
- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to calm you down.
- He just killed my best friend,
you want me to fucking calm down?
- We don't know that.
- Of course you're
defending a fucking ghost.
- He wasn't acting like
innocent fucking man,
I'll tell you that much.
- I know it doesn't look good, but.
- It's not gonna look good for
him when I get done with him.
- No, no, no, no.
No for now, we leave him be okay.
- It doesn't make sense.
Why would he kill her?
- Maybe because he's a fucking psycho.
- Yeah, but how did he
think he'd get away with it?
He knew we were all together.
He was alone with her.
If he was planning on killing her,
he would've done it at a
different time or place.
Why right now?
Doesn't add up.
- Psychos don't make sense, Courtney.
- That's not true.
- How the fuck would you know?
What are you, some kind of expert?
- I read.
- She's right.
It doesn't make sense for
him to kill her this way.
- I saw him with her.
When she rejected him, he didn't like it.
He got mad and he killed her.
Why?
Because he is a scumbag, end of story.
- I agree with her.
- No, listen,
we call the police, we
let them figure it out.
Okay, that's where I'm standing.
- On it.
- Look, maybe it was an
impulse or an accident.
Maybe he planned on dumping
the body and doing a runner.
Who fucking knows?
All I know is, I didn't
trust that guy from the jump.
- [Nic] What?
- The line is dead.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[crying]
- Please.
Wait.
[dramatic music]
- Take it the other gate is the same?
- Doesn't seem like a thing a guy
acting on impulse would do.
[dramatic music]
- Help, somebody.
- No one's coming to help us.
- Worth the shot.
[dramatic music]
Hey, do you know how to pick a lock?
- Where are the others?
[dramatic music]
- And then you piece of shit,
and then you fucking killed her.
- Get off.
- What the fuck are you doing, Nic?
- I'm trying to make sure
no one does anything fucking stupid.
- That guy is a fucking killer, I know it.
- Roy, you don't know, you think.
And there's a country mile of difference
between thinking and knowing.
Now, calm the fuck down.
[dramatic music]
- You're defending this piece of shit.
[dramatic music]
- Please,
Nic, please wait, Nic.
Nic wait.
- No one goes in this room.
[dramatic music]
Isla I need the keys.
- Why?
- Just give them to me, please.
[dramatic music]
Okay, I think it's fair to say
that whoever chained those gates outside
is in this studio right now.
- Excuse me, chained gates?
- That little commie
fucker locked us in here.
- And when would he have done that, Roy?
- When he went for that piss break.
Who fucking knows?
- Look, whoever it was, if
they're planning on leaving,
they need to get through that locked door.
- You're not suggesting
it was one of us, are you?
- I didn't say that.
I'm just trying to make sense of this.
Oy, what are you doing?
- Looking for another way out.
A window or something to break
so we can get the fuck out of here.
- That's just a storage closet.
- Look, just gimme five minutes
alone with him all right,
I'll get all the answers we fucking need.
- No Roy.
No.
- He was alone with her.
Everybody else was together.
Who the fuck else could it have been?
- You were alone for a while.
- [Roy] What's that?
- When Rhea and I were in the other room,
you were by yourself.
It could have just as easily
been you, by your logic.
- That's fucking ridiculous all right.
The guy who did it, it is
the guy you brought here.
The guy you vouched for.
That's twice now,
twice you've been a
bad judge of character.
Let that sink in, man.
- Come on, bro, no one could have known.
- We both did.
Or did you forget that part?
[dramatic music]
- It couldn't have been
Lee, there's no way.
- Who was it then?
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
[Lee crying]
[dramatic music]
- Tell me what happened.
- I dunno.
I just went for a smoke
and came back.
She was dead.
I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill her.
[crying]
I didn't kill her.
[dramatic music]
- Then who did?
- I don't fucking know.
Maybe someone else came in and did it,
did you ever think about that?
How do you know it wasn't
one of those fuckers?
[dramatic music]
How do I know that it wasn't you.
[dramatic music]
[Lee crying]
[dramatic music]
- Were the doors locked before?
- They should have been.
I locked them when I
walked Uncle Mike out.
- They were open when Nic went out there
to look at the gates.
- So anyone could have just walked in.
Or maybe the guy who did it did a runner.
- That, or we locked them in here with us.
[Lee crying]
- The fucking sucker's out there.
You have to believe me.
- Why should we believe you?
- Nic, it's Nic.
- You motherfucker.
[Bloodface gasping]
- [Mike] You sure you'll
be all right, Isla?
- [Isla] Seeing as I'm better at this
than you are already, Uncle
Mike, I think I'll be all right.
- [Mike] Well, you know what I mean.
- [Isla] I'm not by myself.
There's plenty of other people here,
there's no need to worry.
- [Mike] Well, I've just gotta make sure.
Hope it goes well.
- [Isla] Thank you.
Now get outta here so I can get to work.
- [Mike] I'll see you soon.
- [Isla] Bye.
- [Mike] Stay safe.
[Bloodface gasping]
[dramatic music]
[car engine revving]
[dramatic music]
[both moaning]
[dramatic music]
- Get off of me.
What the fuck?
Dude, just stop.
Fuck.
[people speaking indistinctly]
[dramatic music]
[girls moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Jamie moaning]
[dramatic music]
- [Nic] I'm trying to make sense of this.
Oy, what are you doing?
- [Courtney] Looking for anther way out.
A window or something to break
so we can get the fuck out of here.
- [Isla] That's just a storage closet.
- How do I know that it wasn't you?
What are you doing?
- [Nic] I'm letting you out.
[dramatic music]
- Jesus Christ, Nic.
[dramatic music]
[Nic moaning]
- Lee, go.
- The fucking psycho's out there.
You have to believe me.
- Why should we believe you?
- It's Nic, it's Nic.
- You motherfucker.
[Lee gasping]
- What the fuck is going on?
- He just burst in here saying it's Nic.
- You lying sack of shit.
- It's Nic.
- What the fuck
have you done?
- You have to help Nic?
You need to help Nic.
[dramatic music]
- Nic, Nic.
- Isla.
[Nic crying]
- Nic, Nic.
Nic, Nic, Nic.
Nic, Nic.
[Isla crying]
- Roy.
- Barricade the door.
- What are you doing?
- Just do it, okay.
You need the time.
- But you'll die.
- Then I'll be in good company.
[Rhea screaming]
- [Rhea] No.
[dramatic music]
[Roy screaming]
- Courtney, get something
to barricade the door.
[gasping]
- [Courtney] Hey, you
better hope this will work.
[Isla gasping]
- Yeah.
- Fuck.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
- I'm dead.
[dramatic music]
Fuck.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
Oh fuck.
Ah.
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
Fuck.
Fuck.
[dramatic music]
[Roy moaning]
No, no, no.
[laughing]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
[crying]
[dramatic music]
[crying]
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
- What is this guy?
[dramatic music]
[microphone disturbance]
[gentle guitar music]
With crazy eyes and a dirty dress
Walking around like a darkness did
Just like the stone I had for a heart
[gentle guitar music]
They were men like you
but you are not the same
They look like you but
you are not the same
[gentle guitar music]
Bliss of evil
Running through my head
Bliss of evil
Maybe you'll be dead
Bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
Bliss of evil
This is the end
[Bloodface screaming]
- Fucking hell.
- There's no way he's still alive.
- They never found his body.
- Wait, wait, there's no
way who's still alive?
- The guy you replaced.
- This guy?
I replaced this fucking guy?
Jesus Christ, what did he not handle
getting the flick or something, what?
- There's a bit more to it than that.
- Oh, do you care to enlighten me?
- What difference does it make?
- Oh, I dunno,
maybe if I'm gonna get
fucking murdered by him,
I'd like to know why.
- Will that make dying go down
easier for you or something?
- Oh my God, this is fucking insane.
- Yeah, that's putting it lightly.
- Man fuck this, we have to
get out of here right now.
- The lines are dead.
We are trapped inside this building,
barricaded in this closed off room
with a psychopath on the
other side trying to kill us.
What is your escape plan, exactly?
- I don't know.
Maybe we could like, "Die Hard" this shit
through the roof or
something, I don't know.
- What about air ducts, moron?
[dramatic music]
- Where is she going?
[dramatic music]
- What are you thinking?
[dramatic music]
- Like you said, we have to do something.
[dramatic music]
- And just what in the hell
are you planning on doing with that?
What are you gonna stab
him with a screwdriver?
Fighting this guy hasn't exactly
worked out so well so far.
[dramatic music]
- Tell me your plan again.
Go ahead.
[dramatic music]
We have to try something
and look, maybe we all die.
Maybe some of us live, I don't know.
But if we sit here and do
nothing, then there are no maybes,
that's it, we're done.
- What's the plan?
[dramatic music]
[door banging]
[dramatic music]
- If only that shot gun had bullets hey.
- You really think evil
can be killed with bullets?
- Be worth the shot at least.
[Isla gasping]
- Jesus Christ, you
scared the life out of me.
Are you heading out?
Okay, cool.
I will see you later at
the party then, I guess.
[dramatic music]
You did great today.
[dramatic music]
- [Jamie] Hey, did you miss me?
- I saw you yesterday, dickhead.
[Jamie laughing]
- Yeah, you missed me.
You okay?
- Yeah, no, I'm fine.
- Come on, spill.
- It's just that guy in Nic's band.
- Oh, the odd one.
- Don't be mean.
[Jamie laughing]
- I mean, the guy has a
bit of a fucking creep.
I caught him staring
at you like this once.
Ready?
[dramatic music]
[both laughing]
- Okay, look, this will be weird,
but he did show me a photo
and said that I remind him of his mother.
- Oh, so he wants to fuck his mum.
[Jamie laughing]
Does he know that you bat for other team?
- Don't be gross.
I think she went to prison
for murdering someone.
- Right.
Well, hopefully it
doesn't run in the family.
- He's harmless.
He's really good at what he does.
I think he makes the band better.
That's what matters.
- If you say so.
- Oh, hey, wait, didn't you want a tour?
- Oh, absolutely not, we
have a party to go to.
[both laughing]
- You've seriously gotta
say something to this guy.
Dude says some weird fucking shit.
You know what I'm talking about.
- I hear you.
But at the end of the day,
man, he's fucking good.
He makes the band better.
- Look, Roy and I are at the point
where we don't wanna even be around him.
All right, I'm sure we can
find someone just as good.
- I don't know.
- What do you think?
- He's a little odd.
- Yeah.
- Fine, I'll talk to him.
I'll tell him to cool
it on the odd ball shit.
- Well he better or he is gonna be.
- I need to refill.
[all laughing]
Anyone else need one?
- Still going.
- Catch up with me.
[people speaking indistinctly]
[gentle upbeat music]
Hey, are you all right?
I heard you were crying
earlier, are you okay?
- Okay.
- Yes, guys trivia, like five minutes.
- Five minutes?
- Yes.
Okay.
[gentle upbeat music]
[Isla humming]
[dramatic music]
[Isla humming]
[dramatic music]
- Jesus Jamie.
You almost gave me a heart attack.
- Sorry I didn't mean to scare you.
- No, get your own.
- Damn that's harsh.
Have some sympathy, I'm sad.
- Are you not having a good time?
- There's not that much
talent down here tonight.
- Oh right.
- And I'm in need of a rebound.
- Do you really need another guy?
- I don't need another
guy, I want another.
Okay, no, scratch that,
I want a distraction.
- How about Roy?
- The groupy fucker.
- [Isla] That seems harsh.
- Yeah, thanks for suggestion.
But if I wanted a peninsulan
shot, then I would've.
- A peninsulan shot.
- God damn it.
- I wonder what that would feel like.
- I meant, you knew what I meant.
- A whole peninsulan.
- Penicillin, whatever.
No, thank you.
The other guy though, I mean he's hot.
Oh, I mean, he's a bit freaky,
not like that, but he's hot.
But a total freak show.
- 100% your type.
- I'm trying to learn from
the past mistakes, Isla.
- And usually fail at it.
- I'm still trying.
Isla, come on, you're being boring.
- You're being boring.
[dramatic music]
- Oh, hi.
- Hey.
- Have you seen Ila, did she go upstairs?
- Who is she, who is she, what?
- She's Ila.
She's like this tall,
cute little like ponytail
things, hot dress.
I mean, she's cute, like.
Yeah, you're not that tall, hey.
- Tall?
- Yeah, but you're also
stepping on like two steps.
- It doesn't matter, I'm still tall.
[dramatic music]
[Isla moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Isla moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Isla moaning]
[dramatic music]
- Get of her you fucking creep.
Isla please, please, please.
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
- What the fuck is going on?
- He was on fucking top of her.
- What are you doing fucker?
- Hey, hey, Roy wait, back off.
- Get the fuck outta the way.
- Get off of her, this is
your fucking creep mate.
[dramatic music]
- We found the car in the ocean,
but we haven't recovered a body yet.
But I assure you he is gone.
No one could have survived that crash.
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
- [Bloodface] Don't scream.
With crazy eyes and dirty dress
Walking around like the night was dead
Just like the stone I had your heart
They looked like you,
but you not the same
They were men like you,
but you not the same
The bliss of evil
Running through my head
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead
[dramatic music]
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead.
The bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
The bliss of evil
The bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
The bliss of evil
They look like you but
you are not he same
And like you but you are not the same
The bliss of evil
Running through my head
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead
The bliss of evil
Crying for your friend
The bliss of evil
Not the end
- Encore?
[dramatic music]
The bliss of evil
Baby you'll be dead
- Come on you ugly motherfucker.
[dramatic music]
Come on, I'm right here.
I'm the one you want.
I'm right here, come on.
What are you afraid off?
Hey.
Hey.
[whistle blowing]
[dramatic music]
- No.
[Lee screaming]
[dramatic music]
[Rhea gasping]
[dramatic music]
- He's coming Rhea.
Rhea.
Run.
- No.
- Get out.
[dramatic music]
Don't take another step.
[dramatic music]
Just go.
[dramatic music]
[Isla gasping]
No.
[Isla crying]
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[Isla spitting]
- Don't scream.
- Get back.
[dramatic music]
[Rhea moaning]
[dramatic music]
[Isla screaming]
[Bloodface screaming]
[Bloodface crying]
[laughing]
[screaming]
[dramatic music]
- Screw you.
[dramatic music]
[gun cocking]
[gun firing]
[dramatic music]
- I guess you can kill
evil with bullets, huh.
[both laughing]
- I thought it was empty.
- The safety was on.
[all laughing]
- Are you okay?
- Golden.
- Go and get help.
- Yeah, on it.
Help, somebody.
- Stay with me.
Stay with me.
- I'm doing my best.
[dramatic music]
You know, when I was a kid,
I believed there was a
presence in my house.
When I was 10, I could have sworn
I felt someone sit down
at the end of my bed,
and bounce up and down.
When I opened my eyes, there was no one.
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I did see a woman once,
standing in my doorway.
She was beautiful.
- You think it was a ghost.
- No, I don't believe in ghosts.
It was just my mind
playing tricks on me.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]