Jimmy and Stiggs (2024) Movie Script
1
He knows
when you're alone.
He knows when you're afraid.
And when he finds you...
your high-pitched scream
will go flat.
The Piano Killer.
I don't get it.
How the hell did he get here?
Practice.
The ultimate weapon
has struck a chord...
...with a madman.
Now it's his way...
Oh, hello. Back for
another piano, I assume.
...or the Steinway.
He has no idea I'm onto him.
Oh, my God! Piano!
He has your keys.
Keys...
He reads your notes.
He's in your bass...ment
Piano!
The Piano Killer.
Keep your eyes open
for anything suspicious.
He's the world's
most dangerous pianist.
Keep it moving, come on!
And you're in deep,
deep treble.
Piano!
The Piano Killer.
Pray you're not noteworthy.
Clark?
Clark, are you okay?
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
It's okay, honey. It's safe.
Alex!
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
Guys, I think
we should get out of here.
There's something wrong
with this place.
Oh.
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
We gotta go help him, man.
-Don't go in that house.
-We gotta help him.
Are you fucking stupid?
I'm gonna do it.
Don't go in that house, bitch.
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
There ain't
no cops or nothing?
Where the white people at?
But you just wouldn't listen.
Ow, fuck! That hurt!
Ah! My face!
Don't be curious,
please be shy
Go in that house
and you will die
Why?
Why?
Jesus.
I thought you'd died.
Hey. I got off late.
So I'm, like, an hour behind.
Do you wanna meet there?
Because I'm fucking starving.
Yeah, good luck.
The place is gonna be jammed.
Do you want me
to just not come?
Are you trying
to blow me off again?
Alright, look.
Get ready, come over here.
I got booze. We'll drink a bit
and figure it out.
Obviously plans
are gonna change.
There better be food
or I'm gonna
eat your fucking face off.
I prefer
you have that for dinner.
Sounds like we got a plan.
I will come over
if you have food.
Look, if you're that fucking
hungry, I'll order food now.
-I got booze. We hang here.
-OK. Excellent.
Hold on.
My manager's calling me.
I'll see you
when you get here.
I need some good fucking news.
What do you got?
-They're passing.
-What?
You told me this was
a done deal.
They're fucking passing?
You're a wild card
without Stiggs.
A fucking wild card?
All the fucking movies
I've made that made
so much money
for these scumbag suits?
I'm just telling you
what they're telling me.
Fucking tell them
to get fucked, dude.
Swallow your pride,
patch things up,
for everyone's sake.
We'll get a green light
with Stiggs.
I ain't talked to that
motherfucker in four months,
and that's not changing.
You're not being rational.
You keep telling me
you're broke.
You need to look at this
from a business standpoint.
You know what, Theo?
How about
you go fuck yourself?
Alright, motherfucker?
Fuck!
Fucking cocksucking
motherfuckers.
Fucking douchebags.
I swear to fucking God...
Can't believe
these fucking cocksuckers.
Theo, I'm going to fire that
motherfucker, I swear to God.
Fire his fucking ass.
Six months fucking wasted.
Ah, fuck.
Ah, fuck.
The fuck? Fucking earthquake.
Yeah, just what
I fucking need.
Bring this whole fucking
goddamn fucking city down.
Topple over fucking C.A.A.
next to those fucking
cocksucking douchebags.
Alright.
Just calm down.
Have some booze
and have a good night.
Activate phase two.
Another one?
Two of them in a row.
Third time's a charm.
I want that son of a bitch
to have a huge, gorgeous cock.
What the fuck?
That's not
a fucking earthquake.
Motherfuckers.
What the fuck?
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck. The fuck?
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Hello?
Oh, fuck. Oh.
Oh, shit. The fuck?
What the fuck was...?
The fuck is going on?
What the fuck is going on?
Oh, fuck.
Help! What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Let me down. Let me down!
What the fuck? Let me down.
Fuck.
Fuck. I can't move
my fucking legs.
Why can't I move my...?
Oh, God, my head.
Oh, my fucking head.
What the fuck? What the fuck?
Oh. No. No. Oh.
What the fuck is that? Oh.
Oh, fuck!
The fuck?
OK, seriously?
What the fuck?
I've been outside,
beating on your door
for ten fucking minutes.
It's locked,
but I see your car here.
So, I don't know if I'm just,
I don't know,
jumping to conclusions here,
or maybe it is what it is
and you're in there with
another fucking chick,
huh, Jimmy?
So now is the time to tell you
to say goodbye
to these big fucking
juicy tits. OK, Jimmy?
Say goodbye
to this tight pussy
that you said
you loved so much.
You've never fucked
a pussy this good.
Yeah. Say goodbye,
fucking loser.
Hello?
Hello?
Oh! Goddamn it.
Goddamn it.
Fuck you!
I gotta record this.
I gotta put it down somewhere.
Last night I blacked out
for 12 hours,
and this wasn't
a normal blackout.
It was different, like a big
chunk of missing fucking time.
It made me remember
this TV special
that I used to watch
with Stiggs.
It sent us down
this rabbit hole
of being obsessed
with alien abductions
for the rest of our lives.
In the special this guy,
John Redgrave,
this government official,
he would talk about
how he was abducted
night after fucking night.
He had these sharp pains
in his jaw and in his head
from some kind of implant
or fucking something.
And he would find
these orange-glowing
blood chunks
all over his fucking place
just like I'm finding in
every single room at my place.
He had big chunks of missing
fucking time, just like I did.
I need to find out
if I was abducted too,
because if I was,
I'm gonna take
those fuckers out.
Boom! A flash of light
blasted across the room.
And then those little bastards
were gone.
Not a trace of them.
Except the blood
that was all over my carpet.
They created this circle
around me, you know.
Those fucking eyes
looking at me.
Then I couldn't move my arms,
I couldn't move my legs.
I was frozen.
And then they were gone
and I was somewhere else.
I realize there's
no other explanation for this.
I gotta fucking talk to Stiggs
because who else is gonna know
what I'm talking about?
All these people claim
to have had something
implanted into them,
possibly for tracking,
possibly for mind control.
Many claim to have been unable
to control their own bodies,
as if they're
being puppeteered
by a strange force.
Flashing, visions,
throbbing pain.
It's all getting
fucking worse.
I'm gonna lose my mind.
I've called Stiggs
over and over,
left him message
after message.
The motherfucker
ain't getting back to me.
People wonder
why I don't wanna
talk to this motherfucker.
It's a matter of life
and fucking death
and Stiggs won't
get back to me.
There's nothing
Stiggs could do
because the sun's going down
and those little melonhead
iguana fucks
are gonna be back soon
and when they come back,
I'm gonna be fucking ready.
Once the memories
would come back,
you started feeling
the repetition of it.
The movement was very odd.
It was almost like levitating.
They would glide, in a way.
It's there where they took me.
They bulldozed it
a year later.
This is the first tooth
they took.
It was replaced by
some kind of tracking device.
What you don't hear is that
they're incredibly strong.
There's no way
I could fight back.
This thing flew towards me.
I smashed a bottle
of whiskey over it, and its
arm started melting off.
The alcohol
is what saved me.
I've been drinking
every day since.
It was weird, I've never felt
anything like that.
I don't know, man,
I just kind of feel sometimes
that maybe they cloned me.
And from that moment on,
I've never been the same.
You don't understand.
They control your mind.
You're telling me the X-rays
didn't show a goddamn thing?
That means it's... It's not
mechanical, it's biological.
And that thing is growing
inside me. I can feel it.
There is something
growing inside of me.
And you gotta cut it out.
You still don't believe me,
do you?
You can't stop them.
No matter where I go...
...they will find me.
I gotta get out of here.
Jimmy. You here?
Hello?
-Stiggs?
-Oh, Jesus, you're here.
What the fuck? Why'd you leave
my fucking door wide open?
Something's trying
to get in here.
How the fuck
did you even get in?
The spare key.
Yeah? Well, you shouldn't
have fucking came, man.
You called me three times,
so I figured I'd come by.
So you fucking call me back,
man. You don't just barge in!
Did you listen
to anything I was telling you?
That's exactly why
I fucking came.
So you believe me?
-Obviously not.
-Obviously not?
You think I would just make up
some wild fucking story
about an alien abduction
to get you here?
Why would I do that?
Maybe you wanted
some attention.
You think I wanted
some fucking attention?
I got alien blood all over
this goddamn apartment.
I got an implant
in my fucking head.
And now I've got some asshole
in my goddamn face!
No, Stiggs,
I don't want attention.
I wanted a fucking friend.
I haven't had that
in a long time.
Fuck you! That is not fair.
You wanna talk about
fair, Stiggs?
How about
six fucking months ago
when you decide out of nowhere
that we're not gonna be
friends anymore?
We're not gonna talk.
We're not gonna
fucking do anything!
20 years of
fucking friendship,
20 years of memories,
20 years of fucking movies
we've made together
right out the fucking window.
You expect me to be around
someone like you
while I'm trying
to stay sober.
-Is that it?
-You need a drink.
It'll help loosen
your dumb ass up.
I don't want a fucking drink.
Is that the gun from...
from...?
Satanic Summer.
Yeah. What about it?
What the fuck
are you doing with it,
wandering around
like a madman?
So when those fish-colored
fucks show back up
I can jam this barrel
into their fucking melon heads
and blow their shit brains
all over the fucking wall.
Then assholes like you
who think I'm insane,
you can fucking
eat your words.
In the meantime, take a hike.
There's the fucking door!
What, you gonna shoot it
with blanks?
Yeah, that's what
I'm gonna fucking use.
I fucking told you
to get the fuck out of here.
I'm not fucking leaving now,
motherfucker.
Wait, are those real?
Damn fucking right they are.
The fuck are you doing
with real shells?
I got a fucking cool gun
for a movie
and I wanted to see
how it fucking shot.
Get it the fuck
out of my face.
You think I'm gonna
waste shells on you?
Get fucking real
and get the fuck out.
Starting to believe me?
Good. You should.
Don't make me
fucking tell you again.
Let's say
aliens fucking exist.
-They do.
-You're telling me you're
going to kill one
for the first time
in human history?
I'll be the second one
to fucking cut
one's arm off and the second
to fucking hurt one
so I don't mind being
the first to kill one.
Don't fucking refer
to Redgrave again.
The guy is a piece of shit.
Stiggs knows best.
Stiggs always knows best!
I know best about this, man.
Jesus Christ.
Alright, look. I really gotta
get out. How about this?
I'll leave this shit with you
and you set up
your Home Alone traps.
-Go fuck yourself.
-But I take the gun with me.
Why is that?
If I knew you had
fucking live rounds,
-I never would have left it.
-Oh, what? Are you scared?
Yeah, you're freaking me out.
I'm worried about you, man.
All of a sudden
you're worried?
If you were really
worried about me,
you would have stopped by
when I was on my spiral.
You would have called.
You would have answered
a fucking text.
I don't want
the Stiggs fucking sermon.
I had a lot of
fucking shit going on.
Dinner reservations?
You know what
I've had going on?
A bunch of that
fucking bullshit.
Fuck this.
I'm taking the fucking gun.
Wait. No, motherfucker!
-Oh, fuck!
-Give me the fucking gun!
Give me the fucking gun!
Get the fuck off!
Get the fuck... Piece of shit!
Fuck! Fuck you!
Don't you put your hands
on me, motherfucker.
Fucking Stiggs.
Give me that fucking bag!
Give me that fucking bag!
I fucking need it!
Give me my fucking
shit back, asshole!
Fuck!
You know what? I'm done.
This is the last fucking time
you're gonna see me.
You should have
fucking left, Stiggs.
You should have fucking left.
It's too late.
Fuck this.
It's too fucking late, man.
Hey! Open this fucking door
right now, man!
Fuck!
- Oh, fuck.
- Turn the fucking lights on.
Do I look like
I turned the lights off?
What is this shit?
They're fucking here,
like I told you.
Get the fuck
away from the door.
Get the fuck
away from me.
I'm opening this fucking door
right now.
I think
I just heard something.
I just heard something. Fuck.
Did you just open the door?
Is the door open?
What the fuck is this?
- I don't know.
- It's fucking brick!
Are you
fucking kidding me?
How did you fucking
put brick behind this door?
What is this
parlor-trick bullshit?
- Shh!
Let me
the fuck out outta here!
I'm gonna
knock you out
if you don't shut the fuck up.
Can you hear that?
What the fuck
is that?
Shh! It's in the fucking room.
I'm gonna fucking
shoot this thing.
What the fuck?
Stay behind me.
I'm moving in. Stay behind me.
Holy shit.
Oh, fuck!
What the fuck?
Stiggs! Stiggs!
Where are you, Stiggs? Stiggs?
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck.
Oh. Oh, shit, Stiggs.
What the fuck?
Come on.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
How'd that fucking feel?
Where are the rest
of you motherfuckers? Huh?
Come on. Come on. Come on!
Stiggs?
Stiggs, where are you, man?
I fucking got one!
I fucking blew its head
right off, man!
Fucking slimeball.
I'm going to blow your...
Where's your fucking friends
now, huh?
Oh, you fucker. Yeah. Not
fucking moving, are you, now?
You cocksucker.
You Tonka-toy piece of trash.
Oh, fuck.
You fucking melonheads, huh?
You wanna fucking take out...
...Stiggs, huh?
You fucking...
fucking melonheads.
I swear to fucking God, man.
I'm gonna fucking kill
all of you fucks!
Yeah.
You fuckers are dead!
Stiggs!
You fucks think
you could take Stiggs, huh?
Fucking anchovy
motherfucking assholes.
Huh? Where the fuck are you?
Fucking...
The fuck.
Oh, you fucking cocksuckers.
I've been fucking ready.
I've been fucking waiting.
Alright, motherfuckers,
I'm fucking ready.
Fuck. The fuck? Fucking door.
I'll blow this fucking door
open, I swear to God.
Fucking slimy little fuckers,
alright. You motherfuckers.
Fucking aye. I'll fucking blow
this fucking door apart!
Fucking asshole! Oh, shit.
You. Mother. Fucker!
Fuck!
Fucking asshole!
You fucking piece of dog shit!
Cocksucker!
Oh, fuck!
Fucker!
You motherfucker.
You motherfucker.
Fuck.
Alright, motherfuckers.
I'm gonna fucking kill
all of you.
You fucking assholes, huh?
The fuck's that feel?
Any more of you
fucking cocksuckers in here?
Fucking blow apart
all your goddamn melon heads.
I swear to fucking God.
Oh, fuck me!
Fuck you!
Motherfucker. How the fuck
did that feel, huh?
Fucking cocksucking
sardine fucking scumbag.
Huh? You fucking scumbag.
Now I'm gonna
fucking kill every...
Fuck.
Oh! Goddamn motherfuckers.
The fuck!
Fuck. What the fuck?
Oh, shit. Fuck.
I'll fucking kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Come on, mother...
You motherfucking scumbag!
Oh, I cannot fucking wait
to kill
every single one of you
anchovy sardine-looking
fucking scumbags!
Jimmy. Jimmy,
open the fucking door, man.
Please, it's Stiggs.
There's something out here
with me. It's coming for me.
How the fuck
do I know it's you, man?
You've been gone
for 30 fucking minutes!
Jimmy, what the fuck?
Open the door. Hurry up!
-Fuck!
-Get the fuck in, Stiggs.
Why the fuck didn't you kill
what was out there?
I didn't have anything
to defend myself with.
That slimy fuck, I'm not gonna
touch that fucking thing.
Where the fuck
were you, Stiggs?
What do you mean, where was I?
The power went out.
Then it came back on
and you were gone.
Fucking bullshit.
The power went out
and those things came back!
Shut the fuck up!
Where the fuck were you?
In this room
defending my life.
You think
this fucking blood's mine?
You think that
motherfucker killed himself?
How many of them did you kill?
I killed three of those
motherfuckers, man.
There's a hell of a lot more.
Alright, I'm just...
Goddamn it, I'm telling you
what I experienced, OK?
I don't fucking know
what happened.
It felt like five seconds.
I fucking told you
not to come in,
not to fucking come
through that door.
Agh! If we're gonna fucking
survive this, Stiggs,
explain to me one thing.
Fucking tell me literally
the last thing
you fucking remember.
I don't remember
a fucking thing, man.
What's wrong?
My jaw is fucking killing me.
-Your jaw?
-Yes, my fucking jaw.
Oh, how goddamn convenient.
The fuck is that
supposed to mean?
30 minutes ago
I was telling you
about the implant
they put in my jaw.
You told me
I needed a fucking therapist
and suddenly you come back
saying word for word
the exact fucking problem.
That's what's
fucking convenient.
I think that they took you.
I think they took you
and they did to you what
they wanted to do to me,
and they sent you back
to try to...
They didn't fucking
take me anywhere.
It's me. It's Stiggs.
-Swig this.
-Fuck you, I can't do that.
-Swig it.
-I can't.
I've been sober
for six months.
I don't give a fuck.
What's in that bottle,
that's the only thing that
takes those
motherfuckers down.
I don't think right now
is the best fucking time
to catch a buzz.
Especially with those
fucking things running around.
What, are you gonna
fucking kill me?
I've already killed three of
you motherfuckers.
What's four?
You got three seconds to drink
what's in that bottle,
Stiggs. Three.
Why do you have
a fucking machete?
Same reason
I got the shotgun. Two!
You really are fucking nuts.
You know that?
You're fucking nuts, man.
-One!
-Oh, fuck!
Alright, I'll fucking do it.
Jesus fucking Christ.
You really are fucking nuts.
You know that?
Fuck! You really
want me to do this?
Six fucking months
down the drain?
Better than a lifetime
down the drain.
Alright. Fuck. Fuck.
Drink up. Drink up.
Swallow it, Stiggs,
swallow it.
There. Are you fucking happy?
Give me the fucking bottle.
Fuck.
Goddamn it, man.
What are we gonna do?
We're gonna kill
all these motherfuckers.
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck.
I cannot fucking die here,
man. Not here, not tonight.
Well, then collect yourself
and stop fucking whining.
Alright, alright. Shut up.
Alright, how do we even know
this is real?
Take a look around, man. Does
this fucking idiot look real?
Everything Redgrave said
is adding up, man.
They're controlling everything
about this entire
fucking situation.
Oh, fuck. What happens
if we kill them
and it doesn't go away?
What if we're stuck here?
In order to fucking end it,
we need to end
the motherfuckers
controlling it
and break that line
of communication.
Fuck.
That's fucking great, man.
Let's fucking break it then.
-Where's your gun?
-It's in the hallway.
Alright, alright. Then, uh...
Then what are we gonna
fucking do, huh?
I finish this bottle,
I break it over that dresser,
like the one
inside that cocksucker's head.
I'll help you
kill that bottle.
I'm not gonna be responsible
for you getting back
on the wagon.
Gimme a fucking break, Jimmy.
You got me started.
And... Think about it.
If we go down tonight,
at least we go down having
one more round together.
Now I'm seeing the old Stiggs
come through. There he is.
If we make it, you gonna
be back on the wagon?
We'll talk about it
in the morning.
That sounds like a yes.
Calm your fucking self down.
You gonna tell Tori
about all this shit?
That I was chugging scotch
all night?
About the fucking aliens,
you moron!
I don't know.
Yeah, good idea.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe this is real.
And you're looking at it.
Imagine what Daley's
gonna think
when he fucking hears
about this.
Our middle-school
science teacher?
Fucking asshole.
He swore on his fucking
wife and kids
his whole life that
these things didn't exist.
-Yeah. Nice call, Daley.
-Oh, God.
Well, I mean,
you were hounding him
with that alien autopsy
fact or fiction tape
as if it was
factual documentation.
You know what?
I showed it in the class
and that motherfucker
could not explain
how they shot that
on 1947 film stock
despite the fact
that they shot it in 1993
and the film stock had been
out of circulation
for 50 fucking years.
And on top of that,
the godfather of special
effects, Stan fucking Winston,
who created
the goddamn Terminator,
said it was real.
He had no fucking idea
how they made it.
Yeah, well,
boy who cried wolf.
What do you want?
I like to entertain,
to sensationalize.
I like to hyperbolize.
I'm a fucking storyteller.
I was honing my chops.
It's worked out
pretty well for me so far.
Yeah. I mean,
look at this place.
Yeah, it's the Pickford
fucking palace.
Lucky for you, it looks like
my career is gonna peak at 33.
No. No, no, no.
We're gonna get the fuck
out of here and make
another fucking movie.
I'm already two steps ahead
of you, like I always am.
I have thought
that motherfucker out.
The old two-handed pot boiler.
Two best friends,
caught in an apartment.
Brick fucking walls,
an alien abduction.
The handsome lead,
the nervous
douchebag best friend
who doesn't make it
through the third act.
If anyone's
not gonna make it it's you.
You dropped the gun
in the hallway.
The one you ran by
as you were
fucking screaming
towards my door?
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
You gotta help me.
Let me in. Let me in."
Looks like our fucking plans
moved up, buddy.
Let's fucking go. Here,
finish that fucking bottle.
Let's kill
these motherfuckers.
What if there's more than one?
I've killed
more than one of 'em.
Not at the same time!
There's two of us,
you fucking idiot.
Alright, alright!
Come on, man,
finish the fucking bottle!
Oh, fuck yeah.
-Yeah! There we fucking go!
-Oh, God!
That is fucking great!
Alright. Let's kill
those motherfuckers.
Open the door.
I'll hop out
and split his
fucking head open.
Alright. On one.
Three, two, one!
-Man, they're gone!
-What?
Stiggs?
Oh, fuck.
It's fucking jammed.
Move back, Stiggs. I'm gonna
blow this fucking door apart.
OK, OK. I got it, I got it.
Ah, fuck.
Fuck this.
Where's that
fucking hunting knife?
Jimmy, where's your
fucking hunting knife?
I've seen you show it off
a million fucking times.
Are you out of the way?
You're gonna find out
every goddamn answer
you've been looking for.
Every single fucking question
you've asked me.
The answers are
inside that corpse
sitting in a fridge
at the county fucking morgue.
So please, for the love
of God, open him up
and find out what the fuck
it is that's inside of us.
Find out what the fuck
killed my friend.
Find out what the fuck
turned him
into something
I don't recognize.
Because I'm scared it's gonna
fucking open up inside of me.
I'm scared I'm gonna fucking
turn into a corpse on a slab.
Do your fucking job
and figure out
how to save my goddamn life
because I don't have
much time left
and I'm fucking scared.
And I wanna know
what the fuck killed Stiggs.
And I wanna know
-what's inside of me!
-Stiggs!
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
-Fuck you, you fuck!
-Stiggs!
I busted that head open
like a piata,
wide fucking open
like it deserved to be.
Those cocksuckers,
they're easy to take out.
Fucking... Ah!
Cocksucker!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck you!
You fucking asshole!
You fucking cocksucking...
Oh, you like that? Fuck you!
Fuck you!
You like a little whiskey
lobotomy, you piece of shit?
Fuck.
Fucker.
Fucking prick.
How's that for a fucking
farewell to arms,
you piece of shit?
Fuck.
Jimmy?
You out there?
This fucking thing
came alive, man.
I had to stab it to death.
Jimmy?
Stiggs!
Stiggs, would you get
the fuck out here?
Jimmy, help me
out of here, man!
Fuck!
Jimbo.
Jimbo?
Holy shit. Jimbo, is that you?
Holy shit.
-Holy shit. Jimbo.
-What happened, Stiggs?
I thought we lost you.
OK, alright. I got
just the thing for you, pal.
One second, one second.
Now, let's see
what we got here.
Oh, fuck!
Stiggs, my fucking jaw!
Here we go, buddy. Here we go.
Here we go. Yeah.
Wet your whistle with that.
-Oh!
-Jesus Christ, dude.
You don't wanna
waste this stuff.
This is important.
This shit is useful.
Stiggs, man. Stiggs,
what the fuck happened?
Hey, hey. OK, calm down.
You disappeared
for, like, three hours, OK?
-Bullshit! Bullshit!
-Those fuckers took you.
Bullshit, man!
Fucking bullshit!
Alright, fine. Fuck. Where'd
you go? Where'd you go, huh?
Where'd you go?
I don't know, man.
I don't fucking know.
I do, buddy. I do.
Those fucking scumbags
took you,
just like they took me.
Fucking scumbags.
I'll tell you what, though.
I got some good news.
I took out six of them,
just like you.
We've taken out a dozen.
I haven't seen one of their
fucking faces in half an hour.
Except the ones that took you.
I haven't
accounted for those yet.
They look different,
so I will be able
to recognize them.
You know what, though?
We'll take care of them like
the rest of all these fuckers.
Blow them sky high.
The only issue is,
I think that fucking head
might be scaring them away.
But you gotta admit, that's
pretty fucking cool, right?
Hey, when we get out of here,
I'm gonna slap
that slithering fuck
right on the hood of my car
and drive straight
the fuck down Sunset
and I'm gonna show them
who's boss.
Oh, I forgot something.
I want to show you this.
Jimbo, come on. I wanna
show you this. Look at this.
I am almost through
to the other side.
I mean, that's gotta be...
That's got to be
at least six inches.
-I think we're almost there.
-My fucking jaw, Stiggs!
I've gotta fucking get this
thing out of my head, man!
OK, you need to relax, buddy.
Where's the fucking
hammer, man?
This fucking hammer?
No, dude, I'm not giving you
the hammer to rip
that thing out.
I'm trying
to get through the door.
This thing has to come
out of my head.
Give me the hammer.
I'm taking this thing out.
No. You said yourself
it's way too deep to do that.
If there's even anything in
there. I don't think there is.
What, are you fucking dumb?
They put something
in both of our heads!
Hey, are you listening to me?
It is too deep to rip out.
Where the fuck
are the painkillers?
Jesus.
They're in the bathroom.
Go to the bathroom.
Like you said,
you do enough of them,
you won't feel
a fucking thing.
Fuck.
Three fucking hours, Stiggs.
Three fucking hours
those fucking cocksucking
fucking melonheads
had me, man.
The fuck
are they doing to us, man?
Mm. I don't know, man.
Whatever it is,
it ain't nearly as bad
as what we're doing to them.
-Have some of that.
-You fucking smoking, Stiggs?
Fuck, yeah, I am,
as of two hours ago.
And you were right.
That shit helps.
By the way, my arm is
fucking screaming right now.
I was wondering if you could
help me dig through this wall.
I really could use
a break, buddy.
Hey. You alright?
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
What is...? What?
What are you looking at?
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Ten fucking minutes away
from death!
They're gonna
fucking kill us, Stiggs!
Why are you so fucking happy?
What are we gonna do
about this?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Calm the fuck down, dude.
It's just scotch, painkillers,
coke, a little smoke.
I'm on top of
the fucking world.
You need to do the same.
You need to catch the fuck up,
stop bringing
the fucking house down.
Chop chop. Come on.
Get over here.
-Man.
-Grab the hammer.
What the fuck
happened in here, man?
Hey, I don't know.
I know as much as you do.
I'm talking about when I was
gone for three fucking hours!
You were gone
for 30 fucking minutes, man,
and a whole hell of a lot
fucking happened
in those 30 minutes!
What the fuck happened?
Three fucking hours passed!
I fucking told you. I took out
a half dozen of those fucks.
I probably fucking hate them
more than you now,
so why don't you fucking
shut up and get over here.
You did not kill
six of these fuckers
and not have
a fucking scratch on you.
Sissy fucking Stiggs! You have
never won a fight in your life
and suddenly you're killing
six of the strongest
fucking aliens
-I've ever fucking seen!
-Yeah. Hey.
It doesn't fucking
make sense, man!
It makes total fucking sense.
Wanna know how
I fucking did it?
It's because I used
my fucking brain, man.
I took out six of those fucks
just like you did,
because I set them up.
Here. Here. Take this.
Let me show you something.
I had the shotgun and
I covered myself on all sides.
I sensed
this fucker behind me,
so I whipped around
and fucking blasted him.
His head, however,
stayed intact.
Then these two fucks came
at me, tried to tag-team me.
That is when
I found your hunting knife
and I split that one
from cock to crown.
Oh, yeah, and this one
levitated out of the ceiling.
I started trying to drown him
in this fucking tank
but he wouldn't fucking die.
So I filled the tank
with about
half a bottle
of this Red Patch
and just started to...
That took care of him.
Whoa!
Then I found your, uh...
I found your extra shells
over by the bar.
Made everything
so much easier.
Wait, see,
the only way to kill them
is to destroy the brain
or remove the head,
just like zombies.
But I wanna keep
this one alive,
because I think this guy is
scaring the other ones away.
It'll keep them off our back
while we catch our breath
and try to get through
this fucking wall, man.
Hey, I'm pretty parched.
Do you want a drink?
You look like you could use
a drink. You like, uh...
Uh... The Red Patch, right?
Red Patch?
No.
I got whiskey.
I see a hole, man.
What the fuck?
The fuck.
Ha! There it is.
The old Red Patch.
Stiggs,
what the fuck are these?
Jesus Christ.
Sorry,
I totally forgot to tell you.
Those came out of the printer.
I don't know what it is.
This was on the fucking TV
before those scumbags
sucked me up
and took me out of here, man.
This shit was playing
on the fucking TV,
and these cops were saying
that this was
two fucking days from now.
They were asking why I...
why I fucking murdered you.
What? Why the fuck
would they say that?
What are you talking about?
Whoa, whoa! Jimbo. Wait, wait.
We gotta go back to get
those fucking pages, Stiggs!
What are you talking about?
They were saying that
they found
your body in my apartment.
What? Here, in this apartment?
I'm telling you
what I fucking saw!
-You saw the fucking future.
-You think I would try
and kill you, Stiggs?
You would try to kill me
if you thought I was
one of those fucking things.
I was gone
for three fucking hours.
I think
you would try to kill me.
Watch this. Watch this.
Hold on, hold on.
-See? Looks like I'm alright.
-Give me this, motherfucker.
Looks like I'm fine.
Let me go grab those...
No, I want you to stay
right here in my sight.
-This is fucking bullshit.
-No!
Get your fucking hands
off me, Stiggs!
They're pitting us against
each other. Don't you realize?
The only thing I realize is
I'm gonna die
in this shitty
apartment tonight
and it's because of you,
that's what I fucking realize.
It might not be you
who kills me,
it might be one of
those fucking things,
but either way,
it's your fucking fault.
You're the only fucking reason
I'm here, man.
And I'm just going down
with the sinking ship again.
The S.S. Jimbo
plummeting to the bottom
of the fucking ocean,
like always.
I should have fucking cut you
out of my life
a long fucking time ago.
Then you never would have
fucking called me
or, if you did,
I never would've
picked up the fucking phone.
I didn't wanna call you
for this exact fucking reason.
Is every person
you're friends with
that takes a fucking shot
a piece of shit?
You've been harboring this
for 20 fucking years!
A fucking shot?
A shot? You know why I'm
giving you the Stiggs sermon?
Every fucking time
I've come over here
for the last ten years
you have been so drunk
off your ass
I can barely talk to you.
You know how many people
have told me I need
to cut you out of my life?
Every fucking zero that
I cut out of
my own fucking life.
Oh, they're zeroes. You can't
imagine how many people it is.
They're not all
fucking zeroes.
Take a fucking look
in the mirror, asshole.
They're your friends
who can't stand
looking at you
in this way anymore.
-Fuck them.
-Look at this fucking place.
It's better off you're sober.
You obviously
can't handle yourself.
Oh, fuck you, motherfucker!
Oh, my God, my jaw!
Ah! God.
Oh, my God, my jaw.
Oh, shit.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the fuck?
Fuck.
The fuck.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
How's that feel fuckface? Huh?
Ah! Fuck you!
Now we're even, bitch.
Come on, you got it.
-We're even.
-Yeah.
Fucking son of a whore.
You're killing fucking aliens,
can't even fucking hit me.
More like
a little fucking bitch. Yeah.
Goddamn it!
That is it.
That is fucking it.
No more fucking fighting.
You piece of shit.
This night's not over.
You need to get
your fucking shit together.
Fucking cunt!
I'm gonna choke
that fucking head.
Let's see how
you fucking deal with that.
You wanna fucking
punch me, bitch?
How's that feel? Huh?
Ah, fuck yeah!
Eat fan, you fucking whore!
Eat fan!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna choke
that fucking face!
Nice try, bitch.
Come here, fucking...
Take that, you bitch!
You fucking asshole!
You fucking bitch!
Fucking cocksucker.
You fucking cocksucker.
-Fuck! Oh, goddamn it!
-Get the fuck off me, fucker.
Come here.
Stiggs, don't!
Take that, you motherfucker!
-Take that, you motherfucker!
-Stop! Stop! Stop it! Stop!
Come here. Come here.
Don't you fight this, bitch.
Come here. Come here.
Have some more of this.
You like that? Piece of shit.
How's that, Jimmy, huh?
Does it taste good?
What'd you say?
Fuck you, you fuck.
Fuck, Stiggs.
What, are you trying
to fucking kill me, man?
You punched me first.
Well, I wasn't trying
to fucking kill you, man.
Fucking asshole.
You strangled me, you fuck!
Yeah, and actually,
you know what?
It felt really fucking good
to strangle that little
fucking cunt throat.
-I'll tell you what.
-Oh, yeah, real fucking good.
You know what? I think
that's what we needed, man.
What? To beat the shit
out of each other?
It's been brewing
for a long fucking time, man.
But the best part...
...is that it made me realize
that you weren't
the little fucking bitch
I thought you were.
Fuck you!
You know what?
Sounds like you want me
to come back over there
and shove your fucking
big schnozz
back in that
fucking alien slime
until you fucking drop.
-What's wrong?
-My head! Ah, fuck!
Stiggs.
Stiggs!
Stiggs!
Stiggs!
Stiggs!
Stiggs, what the fuck, man?
God fucking damn it!
Fucking idiot!
Don't you fucking leave me!
You fucking hear me?
Try and take me, you fucks!
Oh, fuck!
-Jimmy!
-Stiggs?
Stiggs!
Fuck, Stiggs.
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck
is wrong with you, man?
Stiggs. You fucking hear me?
-Oh, Jesus!
-It hurts so much.
It fucking hurts so much, man.
Oh, fuck.
Please, you gotta help me
take it out.
Fuck, man.
Goddamn it, just get me
a fucking knife
and I'll take it out.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
It hurts
so fucking bad, Jimmy.
Oh, God. I gotta cut it open.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, goddamn. Ah!
Oh, fuck.
Jimmy. Help me.
It hurts. It...
It's coming out.
It's coming out.
Jimmy, help me. It's com...
Oh, Stiggs.
Jesus fucking Christ, man.
What the fuck?
Stiggs.
Stiggs? Stiggs,
wake the fuck up, man!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up.
Is this another one
of your fucking
stupid sick jokes?
You fucking prick!
You fucking idiot!
Stiggs! Stiggs!
Oh, what the fuck, man?
What the fuck?
I swear to God
I'm gonna fucking kill
every single fucking one
for you, man.
I'm gonna tear this fucking
thing out of my face too.
Oh, fuck!
Oh! My fucking head!
Oh, fuck.
Is that it? Hm?
You wanna fucking kill Stiggs
and then you wanna
fucking disappear?
You motherfuckers.
You motherfuckers.
You motherfuckers.
Not even gonna give him
a fucking chance, huh?
Why don't you fucking
take me, huh?
If you're gonna fucking
take him, take me.
You fucking cocksuckers.
Oh, fuck.
You fucking cocksuckers, huh?
You wanna fucking come back?
What the fuck, man?
You were dead.
Hi, Jimbo.
It's better this way.
-No, it's fucking not.
-Now open wide.
Get away from me!
Get away from me,
you fucking piece of shit!
Jesus fucking Christ.
I'm going to fucking kill you.
You're fucking dead.
I'm gonna fucking kill you,
you fucking cunt!
You fucking piece of dog shit!
Stiggs, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
It's better this way.
I told you not to fucking come
in this apartment, Stiggs!
I told you
not to fucking come in!
Eat your own kind,
you piece of dog shit!
Fuck, Stiggs.
Oh, fuck, Stiggs. Fuck.
Jimmy, help me.
Jimmy!
Fuck.
I gotta get this the fuck out.
Oh! Oh, God!
Oh, fuck you!
You fucking
cocksucking alien fucks!
Get the fuck out of me!
No! Oh, no!
Fuck.
T-minus 30 minutes until
the dissection of
human subject 7B.
Subject 5K is almost complete.
Oh, fuck.
What the...? Oh, fuck.
What the fuck?
What the f...?
Oh, fuck, no.
No, no. No.
Oh, no.
You fucking slimeballs.
Holy fuck.
I'm gonna get the fuck
out of here and kill them.
Fucking whiny douchebags.
Are you fucking ready, huh?
Come on.
Come on.
Come on,
you motherfuckers!
Alert. There is a breach
in the central hallway.
What the fuck?
All personnel please respond.
Oh. Jesus fucking Christ.
Jesus...
Oh, shit! Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh.
Subject has been contained
in the operating room.
-Please proceed as normal.
-Oh, fuck.
We are 30 minutes away
from our destination.
Oh, shit. Fuck.
Oh, you fucking...
Fuck you!
Come on, fucker! Come on!
Come on!
Fuck you, you fuck!
Alert.
What the fuck
did they do to you, Stiggs?
What the fuck
did they do to you?
I'm not going to let them
fucking do it to me.
Not going to let them
fucking do it to me.
I'm gonna get the fuck
out of here.
Oh, fuck!
Oh. Oh, no. Fuck. Oh, fuck.
Those motherfuckers.
Alright.
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Oh, shit. Shit.
Shit. Shit. Fucking God.
Oh, God. Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, fuck!
Alright. Alright. Alright.
Come on, you motherfucker.
Come on, you motherfuckers.
Come on.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Come on, you motherfucker.
Come on.
You fucking douchebag.
Yeah, yeah.
Alert.
Docking is set to begin.
All remaining personnel
engage your oxygen tanks.
Oh, fuck.
Repeat:
docking is set to begin.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck.
We will complete docking
in T-minus three seconds.
Oh. The fuck. The fuck.
Oh, you motherfuckers really
think you can fuck with me?
Think you can fuck with me?
Come on.
Motherf...
Oh.
Trying to fucking
gas me out, huh?
Stiggs? Stiggs? Huh?
I know that's not
fucking Stiggs.
You fucking pieces of shit.
Come on.
Wait, what...? What the fuck?
What?
Oh.
Come on. No. No.
No. No.
This isn't real.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Alright. Alright. Alright.
Alright.
Alright, you motherfuckers.
Yeah.
You pussies gonna
show your face this time?
You gonna show
your fucking face, huh?
Think you can fool me?
Huh? What the fuck was that?
What the fuck?
Huh?
What the...? What the...?
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on! Come on!
You fuck.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Motherfucker.
Oh, fuck you! Come on!
Come on, you piece of shit.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, God, fuck this!
Oh, fuck. Oh, f...
Oh, God. Here we fucking go.
Alright. Alright.
Alright. Alright.
I'm gonna get you this time,
you fucking cocksuckers.
Come on.
-I'm gonna get you this time.
-Impact imminent.
Shuttles evacuate
in three minutes.
Repeat: shuttles evacuate
in three minutes.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Yeah. You like that
fucking saw, huh?
Come on.
You didn't fucking like that,
did you?
Fuck you!
You cocksucking alien fuck!
Oh, fuck. Oh.
Oh, shit. Shit. Shit.
Shuttles evacuating
in two and a half minutes.
Oh, fuck. What the fuck?
Repeat:
two and a half minutes.
Impact is imminent.
Oh, fuck, my hand. Fuck.
What the fuck? Oh, no. No.
No, you don't try to get me,
huh? Oh, fuck. Huh?
You fuckers
aren't getting me this time.
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
Oh, shit! Oh!
Yeah! Get the fuck
away from me!
Get the fuck away from me,
douchebag!
Yeah!
Yeah, motherfuckers. Huh?
What's the matter, huh?
You motherfuckers
won't get me, I swear.
Oh, fuck. No. Oh, no.
No. No. No.
I'll fucking take this too,
huh? You fucking assholes.
Huh?
Fuck. Fuck!
Oh, come on, come on.
You fucker.
Oh, shit!
Oh, God! Oh, fuck!
Oh, you didn't get me
that time, huh?
I'll fucking
cut off every fucking limb!
You fucking assholes
aren't gonna fucking get me!
Shuttles evacuating
in one minute.
I'll fucking do it myself.
-Repeat: one minute.
-I'll fucking do it myself.
Impact is imminent.
You motherfuckers won't stop?
Well, neither will I.
Neither will I.
I'm gonna kill you too.
Oh. No.
Oh. Oh. No.
Oh, fuck no.
Shuttles evacuating
in 30 seconds.
My fucking head.
Motherfuckers are trying
to get in my brain. Fuck you.
Oh, I'll take care
of that one too.
I'll fucking take care
of you too.
You motherfuckers.
Let's see you fucking like
this blade.
Impact in ten seconds.
Ten, nine,
eight, seven, six,
five, four,
three, two...
I want you to show me around
the filming locations.
Yeah. Let's take a tour
through the haunted labyrinth.
Let's do The Gore Tour.
Here we are on the set.
Show me around.
AKA my apartment.
Um, this is the main room
where all the magic happens.
This is it.
Is this the hero chainsaw?
Yeah, I need to do
some repairs to it.
Where did you find this?
Lowe's. I was actually going
around trying out chainsaws
and having
my girlfriend take pictures
of how I looked
holding the chainsaw.
So, you production-designed
the whole movie?
Yeah. I mean, some of
the stuff was here before.
This art was up,
the place was purple.
I have a cinematic way
of thinking.
I want to be
sensationalized all the time.
I like... This is how
I like to live anyway.
-The hallway.
-Yeah.
I knew there would be
a lot of action in here
so I expanded the wallpaper,
and this is just old issues
of black and white comics
painted with Elmer's glue.
You throw black light on here
and it glows.
The bathroom still has
the paint on it.
Was this from
the actual blood splatter?
That was another thing. That's
how it was in the movie.
This is the hero bathroom.
What was here?
What did you do for the movie?
We shot multiple
scenes in here
where it was normal
before things happen.
When I wake up
in the spaceship,
this is the first part,
which is why
it's still duvetyned.
The duvetyne made it seem like
it went on forever and ever.
There was no door here
so we had to build a wall
over this with a doggy door
and I had to crawl through
the doggy door with my rig on,
put another piece
of Sheetrock in,
put the fucking comic over it,
paint it,
and the only way out
was for me to actually bust
with my shoulder
through the door
with the camera rig on.
That's amazing. You turned
this into a spaceship.
By hand.
It's insane.
And shot it at the same time.
And acted.
It's DIY filmmaking, man.
That last shot we did
a week before we premiered
where I blew
the alien's head off...
...they had 400 feet of film
in the fridge and I'm like,
"I bet we can do
one more kill."
Shot that scene
in September 2024.
-And we're in April 2025.
-Yeah.
So you basically kept
the apartment
exactly like that?
I'm gonna keep it like this.
This is your office.
What did you shoot in here?
All the initial sunset scenes
where I'm looking up stuff
on the internet.
So, every shot in here
we got at golden hour.
The very first alien fight
happens in here.
And our last big scene
that we shot,
the They Livestyle fight
scene with me and Stiggs.
The walls are still
exactly the same.
It's like you shot
this morning.
-Yeah.
-And you write in here now.
This is your office
where you work.
So, you... It's like
you like living in your movie
and living in the world of it,
creating the reality,
hand-painting it.
It kind of just keeps you
in that creative mood.
You're living this,
really living it.
-Yeah, I am Jimmy.
I had a big
16mm film collection
that I sold
to help finance this movie.
Our B camera.
This is the Aaton Minima
and I had bought this
for a previous film
where my actress
had the camera
attached to her on a rig.
How did the rig work?
This really shitty GoPro rig,
like a chest plate,
and me and my AC
kind of figured out
a way to lift up the camera
so that this thing was rigged
on my shoulder like this.
That way I could
move my hands.
What was this?
What did you turn it into?
How does it work?
I went on Amazon and I found
a kid's aged four to eight
build-your-own robot hand.
You basically take the parts
and you build
those old Terminator hands
you would see
when you were a kid.
Just stupid little
tricks like that.
You get a close-up
of the fingers
and then cut to the alien's
face and it sells like magic.
And then here,
how did you do these?
The old-school opticals.
I would sketch it out
on paper,
print it to animation cells,
invert it,
put my 16mm camera over it,
black out my apartment.
-You shot your own opticals?
-Yeah.
This is how I did them in
film school. This is it, man.
This is handmade filmmaking
at its best.
In here, in my bedroom,
when we would shoot in here,
which was the opening scene
where I get sucked up
to the ceiling...
-Did you smash into it?
-Yeah.
You feel the jolt. I had stuff
in my mouth that falls out.
Did you almost
hit the fan?
I wanted to be
close to it
so I could hit it with
my hand.That was planned.
Did you get hurt
doing this stuff?
Oh, fuck!
Not that, but I split
my head open in the movie.
I chipped some teeth,
I bruised a rib, I...
I did get fucked up. Um...
What was the most
challenging scene?
When the body splits in half.
It took three days
to figure out how to do that,
because there's three people
with strongman things
pulling that thing apart
with rigs going through.
And then what about
the alien crawling out
with the two eyes?
It's literally clothes hangers
that are built into the eyes
and they're over the camera
and they're just
moving it like this
and we shot plates
and removed the wires.
There's still blood
all over the ceiling.
I don't even know
how to clean that.
Get an insert of that.
Like, there's...
Wow.
This is the head-blast alien,
the one that
we blasted the head off,
and then it crawls
on top of me,
basically fuses with me.
We wrapped all the rope around
my face going down my chest.
There was somebody
with a glove behind.
We shot at
120 frames a second.
When you reverse it,
it just goes...
Oh, it looks amazing.
The shotgun,
how do you get that to blast?
In the movie
you don't actually see...
Discharge.
It's either in
somebody's mouth
-or into a thing.
-Got it, okay.
So when you go boom, the blood
explosion masks that.
-We don't have to have CG...
-CG fake blood.
-Anything, yeah.
-It's incredible.
And most importantly,
our friend.
This is the little
robotic thing
I made to move its mouth.
It might be
fucking broken now.
No, it's moving.
Talk about
your approach
to doing these aliens.
Russell FX
did the effects
on my previous movies.
They built all these
fucking great aliens.
I wanted them to be
the old-school grays.
Like X-Files.
When I was a kid
living in the woods
of Rhode Island or Maine
that shit scared
the hell out of me.
They're gnarly little fuckers
to the point that by the end
when they're, like,
splitting heads open
and that thing crawling out
with the two eyes...
The gore...
They are so much fun.
Talk about
shooting that scene,
the ending with the blood,
the gore,
cutting off the limbs.
You're running
a live chainsaw,
which is not really that safe.
The whole floor
is blood.
I'm slipping in the blood.
The chainsaw...
I'm trying to keep a grip
on the chainsaw
and I'm trying to hit
the exact spot,
because I have to hit
right where my knee is.
So, you have
to cut through,
but you could cut off
your real leg.
So, you're directing
and acting and chainsawing.
Yeah.
What I love about this
is it just shows
what you can do
with pure creativity
and just, like,
"I've got to make this work."
Never giving up,
always finding
a way to elevate the movie
-and do something creative.
-Thank you, man.
That should inspire people
to get out there
and go make your movie.
This is a word-of-mouth movie.
If you appreciate
all the years of work
Joe and his crew put in,
please spread the word.
He knows
when you're alone.
He knows when you're afraid.
And when he finds you...
your high-pitched scream
will go flat.
The Piano Killer.
I don't get it.
How the hell did he get here?
Practice.
The ultimate weapon
has struck a chord...
...with a madman.
Now it's his way...
Oh, hello. Back for
another piano, I assume.
...or the Steinway.
He has no idea I'm onto him.
Oh, my God! Piano!
He has your keys.
Keys...
He reads your notes.
He's in your bass...ment
Piano!
The Piano Killer.
Keep your eyes open
for anything suspicious.
He's the world's
most dangerous pianist.
Keep it moving, come on!
And you're in deep,
deep treble.
Piano!
The Piano Killer.
Pray you're not noteworthy.
Clark?
Clark, are you okay?
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
It's okay, honey. It's safe.
Alex!
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
Guys, I think
we should get out of here.
There's something wrong
with this place.
Oh.
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
We gotta go help him, man.
-Don't go in that house.
-We gotta help him.
Are you fucking stupid?
I'm gonna do it.
Don't go in that house, bitch.
Don't go
in that house, bitch!
There ain't
no cops or nothing?
Where the white people at?
But you just wouldn't listen.
Ow, fuck! That hurt!
Ah! My face!
Don't be curious,
please be shy
Go in that house
and you will die
Why?
Why?
Jesus.
I thought you'd died.
Hey. I got off late.
So I'm, like, an hour behind.
Do you wanna meet there?
Because I'm fucking starving.
Yeah, good luck.
The place is gonna be jammed.
Do you want me
to just not come?
Are you trying
to blow me off again?
Alright, look.
Get ready, come over here.
I got booze. We'll drink a bit
and figure it out.
Obviously plans
are gonna change.
There better be food
or I'm gonna
eat your fucking face off.
I prefer
you have that for dinner.
Sounds like we got a plan.
I will come over
if you have food.
Look, if you're that fucking
hungry, I'll order food now.
-I got booze. We hang here.
-OK. Excellent.
Hold on.
My manager's calling me.
I'll see you
when you get here.
I need some good fucking news.
What do you got?
-They're passing.
-What?
You told me this was
a done deal.
They're fucking passing?
You're a wild card
without Stiggs.
A fucking wild card?
All the fucking movies
I've made that made
so much money
for these scumbag suits?
I'm just telling you
what they're telling me.
Fucking tell them
to get fucked, dude.
Swallow your pride,
patch things up,
for everyone's sake.
We'll get a green light
with Stiggs.
I ain't talked to that
motherfucker in four months,
and that's not changing.
You're not being rational.
You keep telling me
you're broke.
You need to look at this
from a business standpoint.
You know what, Theo?
How about
you go fuck yourself?
Alright, motherfucker?
Fuck!
Fucking cocksucking
motherfuckers.
Fucking douchebags.
I swear to fucking God...
Can't believe
these fucking cocksuckers.
Theo, I'm going to fire that
motherfucker, I swear to God.
Fire his fucking ass.
Six months fucking wasted.
Ah, fuck.
Ah, fuck.
The fuck? Fucking earthquake.
Yeah, just what
I fucking need.
Bring this whole fucking
goddamn fucking city down.
Topple over fucking C.A.A.
next to those fucking
cocksucking douchebags.
Alright.
Just calm down.
Have some booze
and have a good night.
Activate phase two.
Another one?
Two of them in a row.
Third time's a charm.
I want that son of a bitch
to have a huge, gorgeous cock.
What the fuck?
That's not
a fucking earthquake.
Motherfuckers.
What the fuck?
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck. The fuck?
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Hello?
Oh, fuck. Oh.
Oh, shit. The fuck?
What the fuck was...?
The fuck is going on?
What the fuck is going on?
Oh, fuck.
Help! What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Let me down. Let me down!
What the fuck? Let me down.
Fuck.
Fuck. I can't move
my fucking legs.
Why can't I move my...?
Oh, God, my head.
Oh, my fucking head.
What the fuck? What the fuck?
Oh. No. No. Oh.
What the fuck is that? Oh.
Oh, fuck!
The fuck?
OK, seriously?
What the fuck?
I've been outside,
beating on your door
for ten fucking minutes.
It's locked,
but I see your car here.
So, I don't know if I'm just,
I don't know,
jumping to conclusions here,
or maybe it is what it is
and you're in there with
another fucking chick,
huh, Jimmy?
So now is the time to tell you
to say goodbye
to these big fucking
juicy tits. OK, Jimmy?
Say goodbye
to this tight pussy
that you said
you loved so much.
You've never fucked
a pussy this good.
Yeah. Say goodbye,
fucking loser.
Hello?
Hello?
Oh! Goddamn it.
Goddamn it.
Fuck you!
I gotta record this.
I gotta put it down somewhere.
Last night I blacked out
for 12 hours,
and this wasn't
a normal blackout.
It was different, like a big
chunk of missing fucking time.
It made me remember
this TV special
that I used to watch
with Stiggs.
It sent us down
this rabbit hole
of being obsessed
with alien abductions
for the rest of our lives.
In the special this guy,
John Redgrave,
this government official,
he would talk about
how he was abducted
night after fucking night.
He had these sharp pains
in his jaw and in his head
from some kind of implant
or fucking something.
And he would find
these orange-glowing
blood chunks
all over his fucking place
just like I'm finding in
every single room at my place.
He had big chunks of missing
fucking time, just like I did.
I need to find out
if I was abducted too,
because if I was,
I'm gonna take
those fuckers out.
Boom! A flash of light
blasted across the room.
And then those little bastards
were gone.
Not a trace of them.
Except the blood
that was all over my carpet.
They created this circle
around me, you know.
Those fucking eyes
looking at me.
Then I couldn't move my arms,
I couldn't move my legs.
I was frozen.
And then they were gone
and I was somewhere else.
I realize there's
no other explanation for this.
I gotta fucking talk to Stiggs
because who else is gonna know
what I'm talking about?
All these people claim
to have had something
implanted into them,
possibly for tracking,
possibly for mind control.
Many claim to have been unable
to control their own bodies,
as if they're
being puppeteered
by a strange force.
Flashing, visions,
throbbing pain.
It's all getting
fucking worse.
I'm gonna lose my mind.
I've called Stiggs
over and over,
left him message
after message.
The motherfucker
ain't getting back to me.
People wonder
why I don't wanna
talk to this motherfucker.
It's a matter of life
and fucking death
and Stiggs won't
get back to me.
There's nothing
Stiggs could do
because the sun's going down
and those little melonhead
iguana fucks
are gonna be back soon
and when they come back,
I'm gonna be fucking ready.
Once the memories
would come back,
you started feeling
the repetition of it.
The movement was very odd.
It was almost like levitating.
They would glide, in a way.
It's there where they took me.
They bulldozed it
a year later.
This is the first tooth
they took.
It was replaced by
some kind of tracking device.
What you don't hear is that
they're incredibly strong.
There's no way
I could fight back.
This thing flew towards me.
I smashed a bottle
of whiskey over it, and its
arm started melting off.
The alcohol
is what saved me.
I've been drinking
every day since.
It was weird, I've never felt
anything like that.
I don't know, man,
I just kind of feel sometimes
that maybe they cloned me.
And from that moment on,
I've never been the same.
You don't understand.
They control your mind.
You're telling me the X-rays
didn't show a goddamn thing?
That means it's... It's not
mechanical, it's biological.
And that thing is growing
inside me. I can feel it.
There is something
growing inside of me.
And you gotta cut it out.
You still don't believe me,
do you?
You can't stop them.
No matter where I go...
...they will find me.
I gotta get out of here.
Jimmy. You here?
Hello?
-Stiggs?
-Oh, Jesus, you're here.
What the fuck? Why'd you leave
my fucking door wide open?
Something's trying
to get in here.
How the fuck
did you even get in?
The spare key.
Yeah? Well, you shouldn't
have fucking came, man.
You called me three times,
so I figured I'd come by.
So you fucking call me back,
man. You don't just barge in!
Did you listen
to anything I was telling you?
That's exactly why
I fucking came.
So you believe me?
-Obviously not.
-Obviously not?
You think I would just make up
some wild fucking story
about an alien abduction
to get you here?
Why would I do that?
Maybe you wanted
some attention.
You think I wanted
some fucking attention?
I got alien blood all over
this goddamn apartment.
I got an implant
in my fucking head.
And now I've got some asshole
in my goddamn face!
No, Stiggs,
I don't want attention.
I wanted a fucking friend.
I haven't had that
in a long time.
Fuck you! That is not fair.
You wanna talk about
fair, Stiggs?
How about
six fucking months ago
when you decide out of nowhere
that we're not gonna be
friends anymore?
We're not gonna talk.
We're not gonna
fucking do anything!
20 years of
fucking friendship,
20 years of memories,
20 years of fucking movies
we've made together
right out the fucking window.
You expect me to be around
someone like you
while I'm trying
to stay sober.
-Is that it?
-You need a drink.
It'll help loosen
your dumb ass up.
I don't want a fucking drink.
Is that the gun from...
from...?
Satanic Summer.
Yeah. What about it?
What the fuck
are you doing with it,
wandering around
like a madman?
So when those fish-colored
fucks show back up
I can jam this barrel
into their fucking melon heads
and blow their shit brains
all over the fucking wall.
Then assholes like you
who think I'm insane,
you can fucking
eat your words.
In the meantime, take a hike.
There's the fucking door!
What, you gonna shoot it
with blanks?
Yeah, that's what
I'm gonna fucking use.
I fucking told you
to get the fuck out of here.
I'm not fucking leaving now,
motherfucker.
Wait, are those real?
Damn fucking right they are.
The fuck are you doing
with real shells?
I got a fucking cool gun
for a movie
and I wanted to see
how it fucking shot.
Get it the fuck
out of my face.
You think I'm gonna
waste shells on you?
Get fucking real
and get the fuck out.
Starting to believe me?
Good. You should.
Don't make me
fucking tell you again.
Let's say
aliens fucking exist.
-They do.
-You're telling me you're
going to kill one
for the first time
in human history?
I'll be the second one
to fucking cut
one's arm off and the second
to fucking hurt one
so I don't mind being
the first to kill one.
Don't fucking refer
to Redgrave again.
The guy is a piece of shit.
Stiggs knows best.
Stiggs always knows best!
I know best about this, man.
Jesus Christ.
Alright, look. I really gotta
get out. How about this?
I'll leave this shit with you
and you set up
your Home Alone traps.
-Go fuck yourself.
-But I take the gun with me.
Why is that?
If I knew you had
fucking live rounds,
-I never would have left it.
-Oh, what? Are you scared?
Yeah, you're freaking me out.
I'm worried about you, man.
All of a sudden
you're worried?
If you were really
worried about me,
you would have stopped by
when I was on my spiral.
You would have called.
You would have answered
a fucking text.
I don't want
the Stiggs fucking sermon.
I had a lot of
fucking shit going on.
Dinner reservations?
You know what
I've had going on?
A bunch of that
fucking bullshit.
Fuck this.
I'm taking the fucking gun.
Wait. No, motherfucker!
-Oh, fuck!
-Give me the fucking gun!
Give me the fucking gun!
Get the fuck off!
Get the fuck... Piece of shit!
Fuck! Fuck you!
Don't you put your hands
on me, motherfucker.
Fucking Stiggs.
Give me that fucking bag!
Give me that fucking bag!
I fucking need it!
Give me my fucking
shit back, asshole!
Fuck!
You know what? I'm done.
This is the last fucking time
you're gonna see me.
You should have
fucking left, Stiggs.
You should have fucking left.
It's too late.
Fuck this.
It's too fucking late, man.
Hey! Open this fucking door
right now, man!
Fuck!
- Oh, fuck.
- Turn the fucking lights on.
Do I look like
I turned the lights off?
What is this shit?
They're fucking here,
like I told you.
Get the fuck
away from the door.
Get the fuck
away from me.
I'm opening this fucking door
right now.
I think
I just heard something.
I just heard something. Fuck.
Did you just open the door?
Is the door open?
What the fuck is this?
- I don't know.
- It's fucking brick!
Are you
fucking kidding me?
How did you fucking
put brick behind this door?
What is this
parlor-trick bullshit?
- Shh!
Let me
the fuck out outta here!
I'm gonna
knock you out
if you don't shut the fuck up.
Can you hear that?
What the fuck
is that?
Shh! It's in the fucking room.
I'm gonna fucking
shoot this thing.
What the fuck?
Stay behind me.
I'm moving in. Stay behind me.
Holy shit.
Oh, fuck!
What the fuck?
Stiggs! Stiggs!
Where are you, Stiggs? Stiggs?
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck.
Oh. Oh, shit, Stiggs.
What the fuck?
Come on.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
How'd that fucking feel?
Where are the rest
of you motherfuckers? Huh?
Come on. Come on. Come on!
Stiggs?
Stiggs, where are you, man?
I fucking got one!
I fucking blew its head
right off, man!
Fucking slimeball.
I'm going to blow your...
Where's your fucking friends
now, huh?
Oh, you fucker. Yeah. Not
fucking moving, are you, now?
You cocksucker.
You Tonka-toy piece of trash.
Oh, fuck.
You fucking melonheads, huh?
You wanna fucking take out...
...Stiggs, huh?
You fucking...
fucking melonheads.
I swear to fucking God, man.
I'm gonna fucking kill
all of you fucks!
Yeah.
You fuckers are dead!
Stiggs!
You fucks think
you could take Stiggs, huh?
Fucking anchovy
motherfucking assholes.
Huh? Where the fuck are you?
Fucking...
The fuck.
Oh, you fucking cocksuckers.
I've been fucking ready.
I've been fucking waiting.
Alright, motherfuckers,
I'm fucking ready.
Fuck. The fuck? Fucking door.
I'll blow this fucking door
open, I swear to God.
Fucking slimy little fuckers,
alright. You motherfuckers.
Fucking aye. I'll fucking blow
this fucking door apart!
Fucking asshole! Oh, shit.
You. Mother. Fucker!
Fuck!
Fucking asshole!
You fucking piece of dog shit!
Cocksucker!
Oh, fuck!
Fucker!
You motherfucker.
You motherfucker.
Fuck.
Alright, motherfuckers.
I'm gonna fucking kill
all of you.
You fucking assholes, huh?
The fuck's that feel?
Any more of you
fucking cocksuckers in here?
Fucking blow apart
all your goddamn melon heads.
I swear to fucking God.
Oh, fuck me!
Fuck you!
Motherfucker. How the fuck
did that feel, huh?
Fucking cocksucking
sardine fucking scumbag.
Huh? You fucking scumbag.
Now I'm gonna
fucking kill every...
Fuck.
Oh! Goddamn motherfuckers.
The fuck!
Fuck. What the fuck?
Oh, shit. Fuck.
I'll fucking kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Come on, mother...
You motherfucking scumbag!
Oh, I cannot fucking wait
to kill
every single one of you
anchovy sardine-looking
fucking scumbags!
Jimmy. Jimmy,
open the fucking door, man.
Please, it's Stiggs.
There's something out here
with me. It's coming for me.
How the fuck
do I know it's you, man?
You've been gone
for 30 fucking minutes!
Jimmy, what the fuck?
Open the door. Hurry up!
-Fuck!
-Get the fuck in, Stiggs.
Why the fuck didn't you kill
what was out there?
I didn't have anything
to defend myself with.
That slimy fuck, I'm not gonna
touch that fucking thing.
Where the fuck
were you, Stiggs?
What do you mean, where was I?
The power went out.
Then it came back on
and you were gone.
Fucking bullshit.
The power went out
and those things came back!
Shut the fuck up!
Where the fuck were you?
In this room
defending my life.
You think
this fucking blood's mine?
You think that
motherfucker killed himself?
How many of them did you kill?
I killed three of those
motherfuckers, man.
There's a hell of a lot more.
Alright, I'm just...
Goddamn it, I'm telling you
what I experienced, OK?
I don't fucking know
what happened.
It felt like five seconds.
I fucking told you
not to come in,
not to fucking come
through that door.
Agh! If we're gonna fucking
survive this, Stiggs,
explain to me one thing.
Fucking tell me literally
the last thing
you fucking remember.
I don't remember
a fucking thing, man.
What's wrong?
My jaw is fucking killing me.
-Your jaw?
-Yes, my fucking jaw.
Oh, how goddamn convenient.
The fuck is that
supposed to mean?
30 minutes ago
I was telling you
about the implant
they put in my jaw.
You told me
I needed a fucking therapist
and suddenly you come back
saying word for word
the exact fucking problem.
That's what's
fucking convenient.
I think that they took you.
I think they took you
and they did to you what
they wanted to do to me,
and they sent you back
to try to...
They didn't fucking
take me anywhere.
It's me. It's Stiggs.
-Swig this.
-Fuck you, I can't do that.
-Swig it.
-I can't.
I've been sober
for six months.
I don't give a fuck.
What's in that bottle,
that's the only thing that
takes those
motherfuckers down.
I don't think right now
is the best fucking time
to catch a buzz.
Especially with those
fucking things running around.
What, are you gonna
fucking kill me?
I've already killed three of
you motherfuckers.
What's four?
You got three seconds to drink
what's in that bottle,
Stiggs. Three.
Why do you have
a fucking machete?
Same reason
I got the shotgun. Two!
You really are fucking nuts.
You know that?
You're fucking nuts, man.
-One!
-Oh, fuck!
Alright, I'll fucking do it.
Jesus fucking Christ.
You really are fucking nuts.
You know that?
Fuck! You really
want me to do this?
Six fucking months
down the drain?
Better than a lifetime
down the drain.
Alright. Fuck. Fuck.
Drink up. Drink up.
Swallow it, Stiggs,
swallow it.
There. Are you fucking happy?
Give me the fucking bottle.
Fuck.
Goddamn it, man.
What are we gonna do?
We're gonna kill
all these motherfuckers.
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck.
I cannot fucking die here,
man. Not here, not tonight.
Well, then collect yourself
and stop fucking whining.
Alright, alright. Shut up.
Alright, how do we even know
this is real?
Take a look around, man. Does
this fucking idiot look real?
Everything Redgrave said
is adding up, man.
They're controlling everything
about this entire
fucking situation.
Oh, fuck. What happens
if we kill them
and it doesn't go away?
What if we're stuck here?
In order to fucking end it,
we need to end
the motherfuckers
controlling it
and break that line
of communication.
Fuck.
That's fucking great, man.
Let's fucking break it then.
-Where's your gun?
-It's in the hallway.
Alright, alright. Then, uh...
Then what are we gonna
fucking do, huh?
I finish this bottle,
I break it over that dresser,
like the one
inside that cocksucker's head.
I'll help you
kill that bottle.
I'm not gonna be responsible
for you getting back
on the wagon.
Gimme a fucking break, Jimmy.
You got me started.
And... Think about it.
If we go down tonight,
at least we go down having
one more round together.
Now I'm seeing the old Stiggs
come through. There he is.
If we make it, you gonna
be back on the wagon?
We'll talk about it
in the morning.
That sounds like a yes.
Calm your fucking self down.
You gonna tell Tori
about all this shit?
That I was chugging scotch
all night?
About the fucking aliens,
you moron!
I don't know.
Yeah, good idea.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe this is real.
And you're looking at it.
Imagine what Daley's
gonna think
when he fucking hears
about this.
Our middle-school
science teacher?
Fucking asshole.
He swore on his fucking
wife and kids
his whole life that
these things didn't exist.
-Yeah. Nice call, Daley.
-Oh, God.
Well, I mean,
you were hounding him
with that alien autopsy
fact or fiction tape
as if it was
factual documentation.
You know what?
I showed it in the class
and that motherfucker
could not explain
how they shot that
on 1947 film stock
despite the fact
that they shot it in 1993
and the film stock had been
out of circulation
for 50 fucking years.
And on top of that,
the godfather of special
effects, Stan fucking Winston,
who created
the goddamn Terminator,
said it was real.
He had no fucking idea
how they made it.
Yeah, well,
boy who cried wolf.
What do you want?
I like to entertain,
to sensationalize.
I like to hyperbolize.
I'm a fucking storyteller.
I was honing my chops.
It's worked out
pretty well for me so far.
Yeah. I mean,
look at this place.
Yeah, it's the Pickford
fucking palace.
Lucky for you, it looks like
my career is gonna peak at 33.
No. No, no, no.
We're gonna get the fuck
out of here and make
another fucking movie.
I'm already two steps ahead
of you, like I always am.
I have thought
that motherfucker out.
The old two-handed pot boiler.
Two best friends,
caught in an apartment.
Brick fucking walls,
an alien abduction.
The handsome lead,
the nervous
douchebag best friend
who doesn't make it
through the third act.
If anyone's
not gonna make it it's you.
You dropped the gun
in the hallway.
The one you ran by
as you were
fucking screaming
towards my door?
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
You gotta help me.
Let me in. Let me in."
Looks like our fucking plans
moved up, buddy.
Let's fucking go. Here,
finish that fucking bottle.
Let's kill
these motherfuckers.
What if there's more than one?
I've killed
more than one of 'em.
Not at the same time!
There's two of us,
you fucking idiot.
Alright, alright!
Come on, man,
finish the fucking bottle!
Oh, fuck yeah.
-Yeah! There we fucking go!
-Oh, God!
That is fucking great!
Alright. Let's kill
those motherfuckers.
Open the door.
I'll hop out
and split his
fucking head open.
Alright. On one.
Three, two, one!
-Man, they're gone!
-What?
Stiggs?
Oh, fuck.
It's fucking jammed.
Move back, Stiggs. I'm gonna
blow this fucking door apart.
OK, OK. I got it, I got it.
Ah, fuck.
Fuck this.
Where's that
fucking hunting knife?
Jimmy, where's your
fucking hunting knife?
I've seen you show it off
a million fucking times.
Are you out of the way?
You're gonna find out
every goddamn answer
you've been looking for.
Every single fucking question
you've asked me.
The answers are
inside that corpse
sitting in a fridge
at the county fucking morgue.
So please, for the love
of God, open him up
and find out what the fuck
it is that's inside of us.
Find out what the fuck
killed my friend.
Find out what the fuck
turned him
into something
I don't recognize.
Because I'm scared it's gonna
fucking open up inside of me.
I'm scared I'm gonna fucking
turn into a corpse on a slab.
Do your fucking job
and figure out
how to save my goddamn life
because I don't have
much time left
and I'm fucking scared.
And I wanna know
what the fuck killed Stiggs.
And I wanna know
-what's inside of me!
-Stiggs!
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
-Fuck you, you fuck!
-Stiggs!
I busted that head open
like a piata,
wide fucking open
like it deserved to be.
Those cocksuckers,
they're easy to take out.
Fucking... Ah!
Cocksucker!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck you!
You fucking asshole!
You fucking cocksucking...
Oh, you like that? Fuck you!
Fuck you!
You like a little whiskey
lobotomy, you piece of shit?
Fuck.
Fucker.
Fucking prick.
How's that for a fucking
farewell to arms,
you piece of shit?
Fuck.
Jimmy?
You out there?
This fucking thing
came alive, man.
I had to stab it to death.
Jimmy?
Stiggs!
Stiggs, would you get
the fuck out here?
Jimmy, help me
out of here, man!
Fuck!
Jimbo.
Jimbo?
Holy shit. Jimbo, is that you?
Holy shit.
-Holy shit. Jimbo.
-What happened, Stiggs?
I thought we lost you.
OK, alright. I got
just the thing for you, pal.
One second, one second.
Now, let's see
what we got here.
Oh, fuck!
Stiggs, my fucking jaw!
Here we go, buddy. Here we go.
Here we go. Yeah.
Wet your whistle with that.
-Oh!
-Jesus Christ, dude.
You don't wanna
waste this stuff.
This is important.
This shit is useful.
Stiggs, man. Stiggs,
what the fuck happened?
Hey, hey. OK, calm down.
You disappeared
for, like, three hours, OK?
-Bullshit! Bullshit!
-Those fuckers took you.
Bullshit, man!
Fucking bullshit!
Alright, fine. Fuck. Where'd
you go? Where'd you go, huh?
Where'd you go?
I don't know, man.
I don't fucking know.
I do, buddy. I do.
Those fucking scumbags
took you,
just like they took me.
Fucking scumbags.
I'll tell you what, though.
I got some good news.
I took out six of them,
just like you.
We've taken out a dozen.
I haven't seen one of their
fucking faces in half an hour.
Except the ones that took you.
I haven't
accounted for those yet.
They look different,
so I will be able
to recognize them.
You know what, though?
We'll take care of them like
the rest of all these fuckers.
Blow them sky high.
The only issue is,
I think that fucking head
might be scaring them away.
But you gotta admit, that's
pretty fucking cool, right?
Hey, when we get out of here,
I'm gonna slap
that slithering fuck
right on the hood of my car
and drive straight
the fuck down Sunset
and I'm gonna show them
who's boss.
Oh, I forgot something.
I want to show you this.
Jimbo, come on. I wanna
show you this. Look at this.
I am almost through
to the other side.
I mean, that's gotta be...
That's got to be
at least six inches.
-I think we're almost there.
-My fucking jaw, Stiggs!
I've gotta fucking get this
thing out of my head, man!
OK, you need to relax, buddy.
Where's the fucking
hammer, man?
This fucking hammer?
No, dude, I'm not giving you
the hammer to rip
that thing out.
I'm trying
to get through the door.
This thing has to come
out of my head.
Give me the hammer.
I'm taking this thing out.
No. You said yourself
it's way too deep to do that.
If there's even anything in
there. I don't think there is.
What, are you fucking dumb?
They put something
in both of our heads!
Hey, are you listening to me?
It is too deep to rip out.
Where the fuck
are the painkillers?
Jesus.
They're in the bathroom.
Go to the bathroom.
Like you said,
you do enough of them,
you won't feel
a fucking thing.
Fuck.
Three fucking hours, Stiggs.
Three fucking hours
those fucking cocksucking
fucking melonheads
had me, man.
The fuck
are they doing to us, man?
Mm. I don't know, man.
Whatever it is,
it ain't nearly as bad
as what we're doing to them.
-Have some of that.
-You fucking smoking, Stiggs?
Fuck, yeah, I am,
as of two hours ago.
And you were right.
That shit helps.
By the way, my arm is
fucking screaming right now.
I was wondering if you could
help me dig through this wall.
I really could use
a break, buddy.
Hey. You alright?
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
What is...? What?
What are you looking at?
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Ten fucking minutes away
from death!
They're gonna
fucking kill us, Stiggs!
Why are you so fucking happy?
What are we gonna do
about this?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Calm the fuck down, dude.
It's just scotch, painkillers,
coke, a little smoke.
I'm on top of
the fucking world.
You need to do the same.
You need to catch the fuck up,
stop bringing
the fucking house down.
Chop chop. Come on.
Get over here.
-Man.
-Grab the hammer.
What the fuck
happened in here, man?
Hey, I don't know.
I know as much as you do.
I'm talking about when I was
gone for three fucking hours!
You were gone
for 30 fucking minutes, man,
and a whole hell of a lot
fucking happened
in those 30 minutes!
What the fuck happened?
Three fucking hours passed!
I fucking told you. I took out
a half dozen of those fucks.
I probably fucking hate them
more than you now,
so why don't you fucking
shut up and get over here.
You did not kill
six of these fuckers
and not have
a fucking scratch on you.
Sissy fucking Stiggs! You have
never won a fight in your life
and suddenly you're killing
six of the strongest
fucking aliens
-I've ever fucking seen!
-Yeah. Hey.
It doesn't fucking
make sense, man!
It makes total fucking sense.
Wanna know how
I fucking did it?
It's because I used
my fucking brain, man.
I took out six of those fucks
just like you did,
because I set them up.
Here. Here. Take this.
Let me show you something.
I had the shotgun and
I covered myself on all sides.
I sensed
this fucker behind me,
so I whipped around
and fucking blasted him.
His head, however,
stayed intact.
Then these two fucks came
at me, tried to tag-team me.
That is when
I found your hunting knife
and I split that one
from cock to crown.
Oh, yeah, and this one
levitated out of the ceiling.
I started trying to drown him
in this fucking tank
but he wouldn't fucking die.
So I filled the tank
with about
half a bottle
of this Red Patch
and just started to...
That took care of him.
Whoa!
Then I found your, uh...
I found your extra shells
over by the bar.
Made everything
so much easier.
Wait, see,
the only way to kill them
is to destroy the brain
or remove the head,
just like zombies.
But I wanna keep
this one alive,
because I think this guy is
scaring the other ones away.
It'll keep them off our back
while we catch our breath
and try to get through
this fucking wall, man.
Hey, I'm pretty parched.
Do you want a drink?
You look like you could use
a drink. You like, uh...
Uh... The Red Patch, right?
Red Patch?
No.
I got whiskey.
I see a hole, man.
What the fuck?
The fuck.
Ha! There it is.
The old Red Patch.
Stiggs,
what the fuck are these?
Jesus Christ.
Sorry,
I totally forgot to tell you.
Those came out of the printer.
I don't know what it is.
This was on the fucking TV
before those scumbags
sucked me up
and took me out of here, man.
This shit was playing
on the fucking TV,
and these cops were saying
that this was
two fucking days from now.
They were asking why I...
why I fucking murdered you.
What? Why the fuck
would they say that?
What are you talking about?
Whoa, whoa! Jimbo. Wait, wait.
We gotta go back to get
those fucking pages, Stiggs!
What are you talking about?
They were saying that
they found
your body in my apartment.
What? Here, in this apartment?
I'm telling you
what I fucking saw!
-You saw the fucking future.
-You think I would try
and kill you, Stiggs?
You would try to kill me
if you thought I was
one of those fucking things.
I was gone
for three fucking hours.
I think
you would try to kill me.
Watch this. Watch this.
Hold on, hold on.
-See? Looks like I'm alright.
-Give me this, motherfucker.
Looks like I'm fine.
Let me go grab those...
No, I want you to stay
right here in my sight.
-This is fucking bullshit.
-No!
Get your fucking hands
off me, Stiggs!
They're pitting us against
each other. Don't you realize?
The only thing I realize is
I'm gonna die
in this shitty
apartment tonight
and it's because of you,
that's what I fucking realize.
It might not be you
who kills me,
it might be one of
those fucking things,
but either way,
it's your fucking fault.
You're the only fucking reason
I'm here, man.
And I'm just going down
with the sinking ship again.
The S.S. Jimbo
plummeting to the bottom
of the fucking ocean,
like always.
I should have fucking cut you
out of my life
a long fucking time ago.
Then you never would have
fucking called me
or, if you did,
I never would've
picked up the fucking phone.
I didn't wanna call you
for this exact fucking reason.
Is every person
you're friends with
that takes a fucking shot
a piece of shit?
You've been harboring this
for 20 fucking years!
A fucking shot?
A shot? You know why I'm
giving you the Stiggs sermon?
Every fucking time
I've come over here
for the last ten years
you have been so drunk
off your ass
I can barely talk to you.
You know how many people
have told me I need
to cut you out of my life?
Every fucking zero that
I cut out of
my own fucking life.
Oh, they're zeroes. You can't
imagine how many people it is.
They're not all
fucking zeroes.
Take a fucking look
in the mirror, asshole.
They're your friends
who can't stand
looking at you
in this way anymore.
-Fuck them.
-Look at this fucking place.
It's better off you're sober.
You obviously
can't handle yourself.
Oh, fuck you, motherfucker!
Oh, my God, my jaw!
Ah! God.
Oh, my God, my jaw.
Oh, shit.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the fuck?
Fuck.
The fuck.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
How's that feel fuckface? Huh?
Ah! Fuck you!
Now we're even, bitch.
Come on, you got it.
-We're even.
-Yeah.
Fucking son of a whore.
You're killing fucking aliens,
can't even fucking hit me.
More like
a little fucking bitch. Yeah.
Goddamn it!
That is it.
That is fucking it.
No more fucking fighting.
You piece of shit.
This night's not over.
You need to get
your fucking shit together.
Fucking cunt!
I'm gonna choke
that fucking head.
Let's see how
you fucking deal with that.
You wanna fucking
punch me, bitch?
How's that feel? Huh?
Ah, fuck yeah!
Eat fan, you fucking whore!
Eat fan!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna choke
that fucking face!
Nice try, bitch.
Come here, fucking...
Take that, you bitch!
You fucking asshole!
You fucking bitch!
Fucking cocksucker.
You fucking cocksucker.
-Fuck! Oh, goddamn it!
-Get the fuck off me, fucker.
Come here.
Stiggs, don't!
Take that, you motherfucker!
-Take that, you motherfucker!
-Stop! Stop! Stop it! Stop!
Come here. Come here.
Don't you fight this, bitch.
Come here. Come here.
Have some more of this.
You like that? Piece of shit.
How's that, Jimmy, huh?
Does it taste good?
What'd you say?
Fuck you, you fuck.
Fuck, Stiggs.
What, are you trying
to fucking kill me, man?
You punched me first.
Well, I wasn't trying
to fucking kill you, man.
Fucking asshole.
You strangled me, you fuck!
Yeah, and actually,
you know what?
It felt really fucking good
to strangle that little
fucking cunt throat.
-I'll tell you what.
-Oh, yeah, real fucking good.
You know what? I think
that's what we needed, man.
What? To beat the shit
out of each other?
It's been brewing
for a long fucking time, man.
But the best part...
...is that it made me realize
that you weren't
the little fucking bitch
I thought you were.
Fuck you!
You know what?
Sounds like you want me
to come back over there
and shove your fucking
big schnozz
back in that
fucking alien slime
until you fucking drop.
-What's wrong?
-My head! Ah, fuck!
Stiggs.
Stiggs!
Stiggs!
Stiggs!
Stiggs!
Stiggs, what the fuck, man?
God fucking damn it!
Fucking idiot!
Don't you fucking leave me!
You fucking hear me?
Try and take me, you fucks!
Oh, fuck!
-Jimmy!
-Stiggs?
Stiggs!
Fuck, Stiggs.
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck
is wrong with you, man?
Stiggs. You fucking hear me?
-Oh, Jesus!
-It hurts so much.
It fucking hurts so much, man.
Oh, fuck.
Please, you gotta help me
take it out.
Fuck, man.
Goddamn it, just get me
a fucking knife
and I'll take it out.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
It hurts
so fucking bad, Jimmy.
Oh, God. I gotta cut it open.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, goddamn. Ah!
Oh, fuck.
Jimmy. Help me.
It hurts. It...
It's coming out.
It's coming out.
Jimmy, help me. It's com...
Oh, Stiggs.
Jesus fucking Christ, man.
What the fuck?
Stiggs.
Stiggs? Stiggs,
wake the fuck up, man!
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up.
Is this another one
of your fucking
stupid sick jokes?
You fucking prick!
You fucking idiot!
Stiggs! Stiggs!
Oh, what the fuck, man?
What the fuck?
I swear to God
I'm gonna fucking kill
every single fucking one
for you, man.
I'm gonna tear this fucking
thing out of my face too.
Oh, fuck!
Oh! My fucking head!
Oh, fuck.
Is that it? Hm?
You wanna fucking kill Stiggs
and then you wanna
fucking disappear?
You motherfuckers.
You motherfuckers.
You motherfuckers.
Not even gonna give him
a fucking chance, huh?
Why don't you fucking
take me, huh?
If you're gonna fucking
take him, take me.
You fucking cocksuckers.
Oh, fuck.
You fucking cocksuckers, huh?
You wanna fucking come back?
What the fuck, man?
You were dead.
Hi, Jimbo.
It's better this way.
-No, it's fucking not.
-Now open wide.
Get away from me!
Get away from me,
you fucking piece of shit!
Jesus fucking Christ.
I'm going to fucking kill you.
You're fucking dead.
I'm gonna fucking kill you,
you fucking cunt!
You fucking piece of dog shit!
Stiggs, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
It's better this way.
I told you not to fucking come
in this apartment, Stiggs!
I told you
not to fucking come in!
Eat your own kind,
you piece of dog shit!
Fuck, Stiggs.
Oh, fuck, Stiggs. Fuck.
Jimmy, help me.
Jimmy!
Fuck.
I gotta get this the fuck out.
Oh! Oh, God!
Oh, fuck you!
You fucking
cocksucking alien fucks!
Get the fuck out of me!
No! Oh, no!
Fuck.
T-minus 30 minutes until
the dissection of
human subject 7B.
Subject 5K is almost complete.
Oh, fuck.
What the...? Oh, fuck.
What the fuck?
What the f...?
Oh, fuck, no.
No, no. No.
Oh, no.
You fucking slimeballs.
Holy fuck.
I'm gonna get the fuck
out of here and kill them.
Fucking whiny douchebags.
Are you fucking ready, huh?
Come on.
Come on.
Come on,
you motherfuckers!
Alert. There is a breach
in the central hallway.
What the fuck?
All personnel please respond.
Oh. Jesus fucking Christ.
Jesus...
Oh, shit! Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh.
Subject has been contained
in the operating room.
-Please proceed as normal.
-Oh, fuck.
We are 30 minutes away
from our destination.
Oh, shit. Fuck.
Oh, you fucking...
Fuck you!
Come on, fucker! Come on!
Come on!
Fuck you, you fuck!
Alert.
What the fuck
did they do to you, Stiggs?
What the fuck
did they do to you?
I'm not going to let them
fucking do it to me.
Not going to let them
fucking do it to me.
I'm gonna get the fuck
out of here.
Oh, fuck!
Oh. Oh, no. Fuck. Oh, fuck.
Those motherfuckers.
Alright.
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Oh, shit. Shit.
Shit. Shit. Fucking God.
Oh, God. Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, fuck!
Alright. Alright. Alright.
Come on, you motherfucker.
Come on, you motherfuckers.
Come on.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Come on, you motherfucker.
Come on.
You fucking douchebag.
Yeah, yeah.
Alert.
Docking is set to begin.
All remaining personnel
engage your oxygen tanks.
Oh, fuck.
Repeat:
docking is set to begin.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck.
We will complete docking
in T-minus three seconds.
Oh. The fuck. The fuck.
Oh, you motherfuckers really
think you can fuck with me?
Think you can fuck with me?
Come on.
Motherf...
Oh.
Trying to fucking
gas me out, huh?
Stiggs? Stiggs? Huh?
I know that's not
fucking Stiggs.
You fucking pieces of shit.
Come on.
Wait, what...? What the fuck?
What?
Oh.
Come on. No. No.
No. No.
This isn't real.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Alright. Alright. Alright.
Alright.
Alright, you motherfuckers.
Yeah.
You pussies gonna
show your face this time?
You gonna show
your fucking face, huh?
Think you can fool me?
Huh? What the fuck was that?
What the fuck?
Huh?
What the...? What the...?
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on! Come on!
You fuck.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Motherfucker.
Oh, fuck you! Come on!
Come on, you piece of shit.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, God, fuck this!
Oh, fuck. Oh, f...
Oh, God. Here we fucking go.
Alright. Alright.
Alright. Alright.
I'm gonna get you this time,
you fucking cocksuckers.
Come on.
-I'm gonna get you this time.
-Impact imminent.
Shuttles evacuate
in three minutes.
Repeat: shuttles evacuate
in three minutes.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Yeah. You like that
fucking saw, huh?
Come on.
You didn't fucking like that,
did you?
Fuck you!
You cocksucking alien fuck!
Oh, fuck. Oh.
Oh, shit. Shit. Shit.
Shuttles evacuating
in two and a half minutes.
Oh, fuck. What the fuck?
Repeat:
two and a half minutes.
Impact is imminent.
Oh, fuck, my hand. Fuck.
What the fuck? Oh, no. No.
No, you don't try to get me,
huh? Oh, fuck. Huh?
You fuckers
aren't getting me this time.
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
Oh, shit! Oh!
Yeah! Get the fuck
away from me!
Get the fuck away from me,
douchebag!
Yeah!
Yeah, motherfuckers. Huh?
What's the matter, huh?
You motherfuckers
won't get me, I swear.
Oh, fuck. No. Oh, no.
No. No. No.
I'll fucking take this too,
huh? You fucking assholes.
Huh?
Fuck. Fuck!
Oh, come on, come on.
You fucker.
Oh, shit!
Oh, God! Oh, fuck!
Oh, you didn't get me
that time, huh?
I'll fucking
cut off every fucking limb!
You fucking assholes
aren't gonna fucking get me!
Shuttles evacuating
in one minute.
I'll fucking do it myself.
-Repeat: one minute.
-I'll fucking do it myself.
Impact is imminent.
You motherfuckers won't stop?
Well, neither will I.
Neither will I.
I'm gonna kill you too.
Oh. No.
Oh. Oh. No.
Oh, fuck no.
Shuttles evacuating
in 30 seconds.
My fucking head.
Motherfuckers are trying
to get in my brain. Fuck you.
Oh, I'll take care
of that one too.
I'll fucking take care
of you too.
You motherfuckers.
Let's see you fucking like
this blade.
Impact in ten seconds.
Ten, nine,
eight, seven, six,
five, four,
three, two...
I want you to show me around
the filming locations.
Yeah. Let's take a tour
through the haunted labyrinth.
Let's do The Gore Tour.
Here we are on the set.
Show me around.
AKA my apartment.
Um, this is the main room
where all the magic happens.
This is it.
Is this the hero chainsaw?
Yeah, I need to do
some repairs to it.
Where did you find this?
Lowe's. I was actually going
around trying out chainsaws
and having
my girlfriend take pictures
of how I looked
holding the chainsaw.
So, you production-designed
the whole movie?
Yeah. I mean, some of
the stuff was here before.
This art was up,
the place was purple.
I have a cinematic way
of thinking.
I want to be
sensationalized all the time.
I like... This is how
I like to live anyway.
-The hallway.
-Yeah.
I knew there would be
a lot of action in here
so I expanded the wallpaper,
and this is just old issues
of black and white comics
painted with Elmer's glue.
You throw black light on here
and it glows.
The bathroom still has
the paint on it.
Was this from
the actual blood splatter?
That was another thing. That's
how it was in the movie.
This is the hero bathroom.
What was here?
What did you do for the movie?
We shot multiple
scenes in here
where it was normal
before things happen.
When I wake up
in the spaceship,
this is the first part,
which is why
it's still duvetyned.
The duvetyne made it seem like
it went on forever and ever.
There was no door here
so we had to build a wall
over this with a doggy door
and I had to crawl through
the doggy door with my rig on,
put another piece
of Sheetrock in,
put the fucking comic over it,
paint it,
and the only way out
was for me to actually bust
with my shoulder
through the door
with the camera rig on.
That's amazing. You turned
this into a spaceship.
By hand.
It's insane.
And shot it at the same time.
And acted.
It's DIY filmmaking, man.
That last shot we did
a week before we premiered
where I blew
the alien's head off...
...they had 400 feet of film
in the fridge and I'm like,
"I bet we can do
one more kill."
Shot that scene
in September 2024.
-And we're in April 2025.
-Yeah.
So you basically kept
the apartment
exactly like that?
I'm gonna keep it like this.
This is your office.
What did you shoot in here?
All the initial sunset scenes
where I'm looking up stuff
on the internet.
So, every shot in here
we got at golden hour.
The very first alien fight
happens in here.
And our last big scene
that we shot,
the They Livestyle fight
scene with me and Stiggs.
The walls are still
exactly the same.
It's like you shot
this morning.
-Yeah.
-And you write in here now.
This is your office
where you work.
So, you... It's like
you like living in your movie
and living in the world of it,
creating the reality,
hand-painting it.
It kind of just keeps you
in that creative mood.
You're living this,
really living it.
-Yeah, I am Jimmy.
I had a big
16mm film collection
that I sold
to help finance this movie.
Our B camera.
This is the Aaton Minima
and I had bought this
for a previous film
where my actress
had the camera
attached to her on a rig.
How did the rig work?
This really shitty GoPro rig,
like a chest plate,
and me and my AC
kind of figured out
a way to lift up the camera
so that this thing was rigged
on my shoulder like this.
That way I could
move my hands.
What was this?
What did you turn it into?
How does it work?
I went on Amazon and I found
a kid's aged four to eight
build-your-own robot hand.
You basically take the parts
and you build
those old Terminator hands
you would see
when you were a kid.
Just stupid little
tricks like that.
You get a close-up
of the fingers
and then cut to the alien's
face and it sells like magic.
And then here,
how did you do these?
The old-school opticals.
I would sketch it out
on paper,
print it to animation cells,
invert it,
put my 16mm camera over it,
black out my apartment.
-You shot your own opticals?
-Yeah.
This is how I did them in
film school. This is it, man.
This is handmade filmmaking
at its best.
In here, in my bedroom,
when we would shoot in here,
which was the opening scene
where I get sucked up
to the ceiling...
-Did you smash into it?
-Yeah.
You feel the jolt. I had stuff
in my mouth that falls out.
Did you almost
hit the fan?
I wanted to be
close to it
so I could hit it with
my hand.That was planned.
Did you get hurt
doing this stuff?
Oh, fuck!
Not that, but I split
my head open in the movie.
I chipped some teeth,
I bruised a rib, I...
I did get fucked up. Um...
What was the most
challenging scene?
When the body splits in half.
It took three days
to figure out how to do that,
because there's three people
with strongman things
pulling that thing apart
with rigs going through.
And then what about
the alien crawling out
with the two eyes?
It's literally clothes hangers
that are built into the eyes
and they're over the camera
and they're just
moving it like this
and we shot plates
and removed the wires.
There's still blood
all over the ceiling.
I don't even know
how to clean that.
Get an insert of that.
Like, there's...
Wow.
This is the head-blast alien,
the one that
we blasted the head off,
and then it crawls
on top of me,
basically fuses with me.
We wrapped all the rope around
my face going down my chest.
There was somebody
with a glove behind.
We shot at
120 frames a second.
When you reverse it,
it just goes...
Oh, it looks amazing.
The shotgun,
how do you get that to blast?
In the movie
you don't actually see...
Discharge.
It's either in
somebody's mouth
-or into a thing.
-Got it, okay.
So when you go boom, the blood
explosion masks that.
-We don't have to have CG...
-CG fake blood.
-Anything, yeah.
-It's incredible.
And most importantly,
our friend.
This is the little
robotic thing
I made to move its mouth.
It might be
fucking broken now.
No, it's moving.
Talk about
your approach
to doing these aliens.
Russell FX
did the effects
on my previous movies.
They built all these
fucking great aliens.
I wanted them to be
the old-school grays.
Like X-Files.
When I was a kid
living in the woods
of Rhode Island or Maine
that shit scared
the hell out of me.
They're gnarly little fuckers
to the point that by the end
when they're, like,
splitting heads open
and that thing crawling out
with the two eyes...
The gore...
They are so much fun.
Talk about
shooting that scene,
the ending with the blood,
the gore,
cutting off the limbs.
You're running
a live chainsaw,
which is not really that safe.
The whole floor
is blood.
I'm slipping in the blood.
The chainsaw...
I'm trying to keep a grip
on the chainsaw
and I'm trying to hit
the exact spot,
because I have to hit
right where my knee is.
So, you have
to cut through,
but you could cut off
your real leg.
So, you're directing
and acting and chainsawing.
Yeah.
What I love about this
is it just shows
what you can do
with pure creativity
and just, like,
"I've got to make this work."
Never giving up,
always finding
a way to elevate the movie
-and do something creative.
-Thank you, man.
That should inspire people
to get out there
and go make your movie.
This is a word-of-mouth movie.
If you appreciate
all the years of work
Joe and his crew put in,
please spread the word.