Neal Marshall Stevens
We roll credits over-
Peal tight on a pattern of brown and black textures. The
image begins to shake. Slow motion. Graceful.
WE HEAR a low rhythmic THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
The surface slowly peels off like flecks of dried old paint
as we pull back a little wider and realize that we're looking
at an OLD DOOR.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
The door continues to rattle. Something or someone is behind
it, desperately fighting to get out.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
Wider still to include the rusted, worn doorknob twisting
back and forth and shaking. Whatever is in there -- it's
CROSS DISSOLVE TO:
INT. CRACK DEN - MORNING
It's almost pitch black in here as a few beams of light fight
their way through holes in the torn black window shades of
this flop-house apartment.
TN A HIGH SHOT
Te take in the scene. A young WOMAN, mid-twenties, lies on an
old mattress tossed on the floor in the center of the room.
There's a MAN asleep next to her with his arm around her.
About a half-dozen others, in various stages of nakedness,
are sprawled unconscious around the room.
WE BOOM DOWN and as we do we-
INT. CRACK DEN - NIGHT
We're in the middle of a crack/X party the night before.
LASH CUT TO:
Our YOUNG WOMAN (AMY KLEIN) moving through the party. She
reaches into the pocket of her long black coat and lifts out
a TAPE RECORDER. She clicks it on and slips it back into her
FLASH CUT TO:
THE MAN from our opening shot offers her some X. She lets him
place it on her tongue and then she swallows it. He smiles,
pleased, and turns to leave. She quickly but slyly removes
the X from her mouth and flicks it away. F
LASH CUT TO:
Later. The party in full gear. Things are really starting to
get weird here as the crack pipe starts to make it's way
around the room.
FLASH CUT TO:
Amy's putting on a full "X" performance, taking the crack
pipe and quickly passing it on, pretending to be too far gone
for another hit, all the while studying the other partiers
with a keen reporter's eye.
FLASH CUT TO:
Later. After everyone has left. The sun is coming up. Amy
alone with the MAN. He's half-naked on the mattress, trying
to pull Amy close. Amy's looking for a safe exit, but she's
stayed too long and he's starting to get a little rough with
her. A wrong move now could push him over the edge.
FLASH CUT TO:
Amy's vision starts to blur. Did he slip her something?
FLASH CUT TO:
He pulls her onto the bed with him and starts to undress her,
she can't fight him off. But then his eyes roll back in his
head and he passes out.
FLASH CUT TO:
Amy looks around the room which is starting to swirl. She
tips out of frame and we-
INT. CRACK DEN - DAY
Back to scene as Amy's eyes flutter open, quickly adjusting
to her unfamiliar surroundings. She freezes for a beat, then
after determining that the Man is asleep, she slides her way
off the mattress and rolls quietly onto the floor.
he's relieved when she finds that she's still dressed.
She snatches a small TAPE RECORDER off the ground and clicks
rewind -- satisfied.
She snatches a half empty pack of smokes off the floor and
EXT. A BUILDING ON THE LOWER EAST SIDE OF LONDON - DAY
A big sign identifies this old brick building as the home of
"The London Underground" -- a weekly newspaper in the
"Village Voice" mode, only scuzzier.
INT. OFFICES OF THE UNDERGROUND - DAY
MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE:
A pair of elevator doors open. AMY KLEIN exits and walks
towards camera. She's all in black, from her black sneakers
and black stockings up to her tinted glasses and jet black
hair. The only thing about her that isn't black is a
complexion so translucently pale that it bespeaks only the
most rare and grudging familiarity with daylight. She has a
paper coffee cup and a cigarette in the same hand, and she
alternates sips of coffee with puffs of her cigarette with a
practiced proficiency. She ignores the unhappy looks of her
fellow employees. She clearly has practice at this as well.
Little office cubbies scattered around a converted loft
space. "Too Hip" EMPLOYEES sit at their desks, typing at
computers, conferring at tables -- going about the business
of turning out another issue. They point and whisper as Amy
Amy passes another cubicle as A YOUNG REPORTER holds the
newspaper's FRONT PAGE up in front of Amy. A big headline
reads, "How to be a Crack Whore" written over a photo of a
crack den in which we glimpse things better left unseen.
Beneath the headline is written, "A special report by Amy
YOUNG REPORTER (O.C)
Nice reporting Klein. How `bout you show
me what you learned?
Amy is already past him, she throws back a middle finger for
YOUNG REPORTER (O.C.)
BETTY, 50ish, her glasses hanging on the tip of her nose,
sees Amy coming.
Morning? It's half past four.
Betty gives a broad gesture over her shoulder, pointing
toward the Editor's office across the work space. Amy heads
across the way, toward the office. Betty picks up the phone.
Mr. Rickman... Amy's here. Right.
NT. CHARLES RICKMAN'S OFFICE - DAY
CHARLES RICKMAN, the Editor-in-Chief, is an Englishman in his
early forties, sporting a pony tail which, like a moustache
on a sixteen-year-old, only serves to emphasize his true age.
He's fiddling around with some sort of TV/VCR set up, and is
looking away from the door as it opens and Amy enters behind
Ah, I detect that unique and ubiquitous
combination of female sweat and patchouli
oil that signals the arrival of...
He turns toward a dour Amy.
...the delightful and world-famous Amy
Klein. Have a seat, angel of light.
Eat me, Charles.
It's exactly that lack of respect for
authority that got you fired from the New
I wasn't fired. I was re-assigned.
Of course. Where would you be without me?
By the way, I don't recall ever being
thanked properly for this "re-
Charles makes air quotes with his fingers.
Lucky for you I opened my doors to you
here as soon as I heard you were
More air quotes. Amy walks over to a "trophy table" where
she looks over a cluster of framed photo's. She points to one
of her and Charles, smiling together. More innocent times
I seem to recall a rather similar
"reassignment" with you, Charles.
Touche'. Well, thanks to international
conglomerates and the Euro-dollar I,
along with Mother England, am blessed
with your acquaintance, yet again.
Hey a contract's a contract.
She holds up the cassette recorder.
Look, if all this about me being late
with the crack whore story It's all right
here -- and it's gold. I was just about
It's not about the crack whores, I'm sure
you're working your usual unrestrained
insightful magic on what I'm certain will
be another eye-opening expose. I expect
nothing but brilliance -- in five
thousand words or less.
But this is better.
Amy spots an open container of Chinese food on Charles's
desk. She inspects it, then picks something out of it with a
pair of chop sticks.
So what then? Are we being sued again?
Hmm? Oh no.
(sees her eating)
Please feel free to have some of that.
Thanks. What is this? General Tso's cat?
Spare me the "Nothing comes close to New
York Chinese" speech just this once. Go
on, sit down. Just something I wanted to
He heads back over to the VCR. Amy ditches the Chinese food
and picks up her coffee again. She sits, lights another
Okay... rewind, rewind? Rewind.
He finds the button, presses it and turns back to Amy.
Somebody mailed us this thing around two
weeks ago but, in keeping with our usual
level of efficiency, Betty didn't get
around to opening it `til this morning.
Then she brought it to me.
What is it?
Charles closes the door.
What's the matter? This X-rated or
Something. Amy, with your encyclopedic
world-wide knowledge of skank-ology --
have you ever heard of "Deaders?"
Oh, sure. They're generally in their
forties, kind of ex-hippy types. They
still think Jerry Garcia is like "really
cool" even though he's dead.
Dead - ers. D-E-A-D-E-R -- S.
You know, sometimes they wear ponytails.
Dream about how great the sixties were.
You see `em in the park sometimes...
Love of my life, go screw yourself. I'm
asking you a serious question.
No, Charles. I've never heard of
Watch the tape.
Charles goes to the VCR and hits the play button. Amy
finishes her coffee and lights a new cigarette with the still-
glowing butt of her last one. She leans forward.
ON THE TAPE
The image flickers into view. It's handheld, low-rez, clearly
been shot in some dingy apartment somewhere, decorated in a
"mattresses on the floor/beer spray on the walls" type decor.
There are around half a dozen PEOPLE there, in their twenties
and younger. They drift in and out of frame, in and out of
We hear a woman's voice -- clearly the person who is
operating the camera, as the shot moves about the room. This
is MARLA CHEN.
Okay, okay. Here we go. There's Anna...
The camera hesitates for a fleeting moment on ANNA, a girl
with bright dye-red hair (on the side of her head that isn't
shaved). Anna looks, with no particular expression and goes
The camera turns toward a smudged mirror on the wall and we
get a look at Marla, a twenty-ish Asian girl.
Here's Marla Chen, official Deader
Archivist. Hello, me.
he camera turns toward a door as it opens and KATYA, a young
round-faced girl with dark hair, comes out, looking a bit
And here's the star of the show. Katya...
She gives a little smile. The camera swings over toward a
mattress on the floor. Some of the people are tugging a
plastic sheet over it. One of them, and the one who clearly
appears to be in authority -- a man with albino-like features
And here's our deader bed -- this is the
scene of the crime. Crime to be...
he camera moves in on Winter.
And here is the fearless leader of the
Winter glances up, then dismisses the camera altogether. He
looks off screen, then raises his hand. The room quiets. We
hear various voices.
Shh. Quiet. We're starting.
Winter looks up and the camera swings toward Katya. She
hesitates. A girl next to her starts to prompt her.
Do you become one of us of your own free
Are you afraid?
Good. Fear is the place we go to learn.
My skin isn't real. My eyes aren't real.
My muscles aren't real. My bones, my
heart, my veins and nerves, and flesh and
meat... aren't real. What I see, what I
hear, what I taste, what I touch, what I
remember, what I think, what I feel,
I'm not real.
The camera swings back to Winter, who gestures for her to
come forward, then swings back to see her coming.
The various people in the room gather around as she comes to
the mattress. The camera moves this way and that, trying to
get the best angle to cover the action. People spread towels
on the mattress, over the plastic, as Katya, naked, sits down
on the towels, then lays back, flat on the mattress.
inter looks to the Black Kid standing next to him. He comes
up with a big handgun -- maybe a .45.
I'm not real...
The camera moves in closer as Winter takes the gun and slips
it into Katya's hand.
I'm not... I'm not real...
he slides the gun over and puts it to the side of her head.
...sits forward in her seat, not quite believing what she's
Holy ... Charles...
Just keep watching.
ON THE TAPE
Katya is breathing fast now, but we can't be sure if it's
terror, or passion, or some combination of both. She
continues to lie on the mattress, the barrel of the gun
pressed against the side of her head.
I'm not real. I'm not...
Winter reaches out, hesitant, and cocks the gun in her hand.
Meanwhile, we see other hands, reaching in, pressing a folded
up towel against the opposite side of her head. Other hands
come in and press a doubled-over pillow against the towel.
I'm not real. I'm not... I'm not...
She closes her eyes, grits her teeth. Her back arches.
drops her cigarette as it burns down to her fingers. She
ON THE TAPE
Katya holds her breath... and pulls the trigger.
There's a huge CONCUSSION as the bullet tears straight
through her head. We can see it splatter out the other side,
tearing through the towel and the folded over pillow, which
catch a great blast of bone and brain.
We hear some screams in the room.
AMY jumps back.
Have you called the police on this?
I want to know if you've called the
I said, "Just watch."
Oh, man, don't tell me that was some
You tell me.
This is sick...
That's saying a lot, for you.
The camera is now pointing at Winter. There is a look of deep
tenderness in his face as he circles around and kneels down,
staring toward Katya, who is lying, as dead as dead can be,
on the mattress. Blood has run from the ghastly wound down
both sides of the plastic, and towels on the side of the bed
catch the mess.
Winter reaches down and gently removes the gun from Katya's
lifeless hand... and then, light as a feather, lies down on
top of her.
The camera moves forward and down as Marla, presumably,
elbows her way through for a better vantage point. The camera
moves in close as Winter stretches out along Katya's body.
He places his lips on her forehead, kissing her lightly, then
presses his lips against hers -- kissing her -- or maybe
something else. It seems almost as if he's breathing into
her. His body moves as his lungs expand and expel, and he
seems to be struggling toward some non-sexual climax.
AMY watches, both repelled and fascinated.
ON THE TAPE
Winter continues his odd ritual, finally taking a great final
breath, as if he's reached the point of exhaustion, and
expels it. Nothing happens.
He leans in close.
Amy leans in close as well.
He draws in another breath -- he seems to be in agony as he
does it -- presses his lips to Katya's dead ones, and
exhales. The breath seems to go on forever -- longer than it
And then, when it seems as if Winter can't breathe out
another teaspoon of air, Katya's body abruptly twitches
beneath him -- and then she sucks in a ragged breath. Her
previously open and lifeless eyes, move. Her head raises up.
She simply stares, breathing again for the first time in a
moment, unable to quite take in what she's seeing.
ON THE SCREEN
Winter, exhausted, looks down at Katya, smiling. There's
nervous laughter, sounds of relief from around the room.
Winter slides off of her. Katya looks this way and that,
presumably at the others, looking down at her.
A hand reaches down and she takes it. The camera follows as
Winter pulls her unsteadily up to standing. All this despite
the fact that there is still an exceedingly large and obvious
hole in her head... the size of a dime on one side, the size
of a half-dollar on the other.
The others move in, touching her, congratulating her. She's
still a bit shaky, uncertain. Then she lifts one of her hands
to the side of her head -- the side with the big exit wound.
She touches it gingerly, confirming that it is really there.
Then she slowly slides her fingers IN. They penetrate her
skull, unobstructed, to the second knuckle. Katya takes her
fingers from this ghastly wound and stares at them, bloody.
Yet she's alive. Fine.
She looks up at the others, then smiles widely. The others
move in, giving her hugs, pecks on the cheek.
She touches the wound again. She starts laughing.
(as if actually realizing) it)
She touches the wound again.
I feel great...
She starts laughing.
Oh, man! Oh, man...
The image cuts off, goes to snow. There is a moment of
silence. Amy turns to Charles.
What the hell...
That's what I said.
Have you... have you found any of
I haven't done anything. I told you, I
just looked at it today. By some chance
are you... interested in pursuing this?
Amy hesitates, shaking her head, not sure what it's all
Look, Amy. Maybe this is just some kind
of bull-shit shot-on-tape gore movie. And
since that's all it can be, that's all
you're going find, but it sure smells
different to me. If it's bull-shit,
you'll know pretty fast. If it's not...
Amy, though, is only half listening, lost in her own
How could she...
Who said miracles can only happen at
Who said they happen there?
She lifts her fingers to the side of her head, duplicating
the action of Katya slipping her fingers inside the wound.
Amy... you know what my father said
That all writers were queers?
No, that was a different time. This time,
we were driving down the block and there
was this fortune-telling place, you know,
this gypsy fortune telling place in a
store front? And he said, "You know, if I
could tell the future I wouldn't be
living in any crappy store front."
He looks back at the tape.
If I could do that, I wouldn't be hanging
out in some rundown basement. I'd own the
Maybe they're just getting started.
What else do we have besides the tape?
Just a return address on the envelope.
He holds up the envelope which is addressed to "AMY KLEIN C/O
THE UNDERGROUND". Amy hesitates. Snatches the envelope out of
his hand. She reads the return address.
Looks like your online fan-base is
growing. It's an address in Bucharest.
It's where all the Euro-trash kids
looking for a good time are heading these
days. Amsterdam is so 90's.
She's shocked that he would even know.
I still like to keep my finger on the
pulse, even though I know you think I
don't have one.
She thinks about it. He hands her a thick envelope.
Your ticket, hotel and per diem.
You know me too well.
It's what keeps me up at night.
Now here's the part where I'm supposed to
say be careful. Be careful.
Call me when you get settled.
She just smirks and exits.
EXT. EASTERN EUROPE - DAY
STOCK FOOTAGE a train rolling through the countryside.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
SUPER TITLE: BUCHAREST
A cab pulls up to the front of the building. Amy gets out and
walks up to the front door.
She pulls an envelope out of her bag. It's the one that the
tape came in. She checks the name on the envelope -- MARLA
CHEN. Compares it to a name on the mailboxes.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
Amy walks past the lobby and up the stairs.
INT. THE SECOND FLOOR - DAY
Amy makes her way down the narrow dark hallway and finds the
appropriate door. She knocks at it. No answer.
She looks down and sees a lone fly crawl out from under the
door. Then another follows, and another. She kneels down to
She leans forward and sniffs. The results are inconclusive.
Then she lays herself flat down on the floor, presses her
nose up against the bottom of the door and sniffs.
The smell of dead wretched air is overwhelming.
And that's when a large WORN SHOE steps into frame right in
front of Amy.
(irritated, with appropriate
Have you lost something?
Amy leaps up in one quick move to find herself face to face
with THE MANAGER, an older man who's a little winded from his
climb up here. Between his teeth he clenches a half chewed,
three quarter smoked cigar. The smoke seeps through his
Yes, I ah.....
She pats her pockets. Then tries another tactic.
No. I'm looking for my sister. Marla
You're not Chinese.
She's my half sister. Same Mom. Different
Dads. I haven't heard from her in two
weeks so I got nervous.
The Manager stares at her in disbelief. Knows she's up to
something. Amy sniffs the air coming from the room again.
Does it always smell like this in here?
The Manager blows a bloom of smoke out of his nostrils. He
yanks the cigar from his mouth and sniffs. Doesn't seem that
bad to him.
Look. Marla is a friend of mine and
my pulls a few American bills from her pocket.
I need five minutes in there. Then I'll
know what I need to know.
The Manager stares at the money for a beat, then stares back
at Amy. He bites down on his cigar and snatches it out of her
He pulls out his ring of keys and unlocks the door.
Amy enters. The place is dark and cold. Eerily quiet. The
manager stays in the hallway, he looks at Amy and taps his
watch. Amy nods as he pulls the door closed.
She descends down the dark hallway. Her face tightens as she
takes in the deathly ripe air. The BUZZING of flies getting
louder with each step.
As she approaches a room, she recoils, clutching her face
from the stench. She inhales -- drawing in the smell to
acclimate herself -- and almost vomits. She steadies herself,
drawing in breaths through her nose, tentative at first, and
finally in larger breaths, until she can tolerate it.
he looks back toward the entry door, she is alone.
INT. MARLA'S ROOM - DAY
Amy steps in and stops, struggling to keep herself from
No sign of anything dead. No sound except the sinister
buzzing of flies. Amy steps cautiously in.
She looks toward one side, sees a closet with a double
sliding door. She slides open one side, sees nothing that
shouldn't be there -- a ragged winter jacket, a green plastic
raincoat, a hangar festooned with scarfs, some other garments
still obscured beneath cleaning bag plastic.
She hesitates, then calmly slides the other side open. More
of the same.
She turns in the other direction. There's a little kitchen.
Nothing dead there. She starts forward then turns back --
staring at the refrigerator. She goes quickly over and tugs
it open. It's empty. Not so much as a ketchup bottle.
Curious, she opens the freezer. The same. Empty.
She heads through the living room and down a narrow corridor
leading to another bedroom. At the end of the hallway is a
bathroom. The door to the bathroom is open and the toilet, on
the far wall, faces the door.
Marla is there.
Dressed only in bra and panties, she is sitting on the closed
lid of the john, leaning forward in what seems, at first, to
be an impossible angle. Her hands hang forward, almost
touching the floor. Her head is cocked back, staring up. Her
skin is gray, swollen.
Amy takes a few steps forward, for a better look. As she
approaches, she sees the reason for the odd position of the
A long boot-lace has been tied around Marla's neck and tied
to the wall pipe on the toilet. The flesh of her neck has
swollen out, almost burying the boot-lace. She has hanged
herself in this ghastly way.
Amy takes another step forward. As she does, there's a sudden
loud buzzing as the flies that crawl on Marla abruptly rise
up, alarmed (or whatever it is flies are) at her approach.
But they soon return to the corpse, crawling about the face,
around the edges of the glazed, eyes, around the margins of
the open mouth, rimmed with dry foam -- around the out-thrust
Amy covers her mouth with her shirt, trying to filter out the
stench. She backs away from the body and into another room.
IN THE BEDROOM
Amy starts to search -- fast, thorough, -- she's done this
sort of thing before. She finds a journal, opens it... no
writing. She tosses it aside. Pulls open a drawer. She tugs
out what looks like a blade-less knife handle. She presses a
stud. A STILETTO BLADE SPRINGS OUT. She tosses it back in the
drawer, tugs some other stuff into view.
Some bills, some shoelaces, loose change. She goes drawer to
drawer, looking for anything that might mean something.
Socks, ragged underwear, cheap jewelry, tee shirts and short
skirts and jeans.
Amy stops, surveying the territory. Where to look next? Then,
deciding, she goes to the bed.
She reaches under it, sliding her hand around, tugs out a
dust-encrusted skirt. Feels around some more, hesitates,
pulls something else out. She brings it out into view. It's a
desiccated mouse. She grimaces and tosses it back under the
bed in disgust.
She stops... then slides her hand between the mattress and
the box spring. She feels around, then stops, finding
something. She pulls out a little red paper folder -- the
kind that photographs come from. She opens it.
It appears to be a photographic record of another "deader"
party. We see some of the same participants -- we also see
Marla herself in some of the pictures. She's smiling. Amy
flips the next photograph.
It shows Marla next to Winter. He's holding something in his
hand. Amy looks closer. THE PUZZLE BOX -- Amy turns another
photograph and it shows somebody holding the box out in front
The picture is framed through a length of rope with a noose
on one end. Marla is on the other side-- Almost a kind of
She has a kind of sickly smile on her face. Amy's eyes
narrow. She holds the picture closer. There seems to be a
figure lost in shadows, and the closer she looks the more
reality merges with the grains of the photo. What is there? A
Amy hears a scratching noise coming from outside the room.
She stuffs the book in her satchel.
Amy turns toward the door that leads to the hall and the
unseen bathroom. She sits, silent, waiting.
Then the sound of the scratching comes again. The sound of
flies rising -- and again, more distinct -- something
scratching. She keeps her position, still listening. Nothing.
Just the slow steady, untroubled buzzing.
She moves toward the bathroom.
And again there's the tiny scratching, and the rush of sound,
as if something has disturbed the flies.
The sound stops. The flies are still except for the
She advances, until she can glimpse the edge of one of
Marla's hanging, out-thrust hands, the tip of one finger just
touching the floor. Marla's long fingernails are painted
She comes around the edge of the bathroom door. Marla is
She leans from the pipe by the shoelace. The shoelace is
still buried in her throat. The flies buzz up again. The
glazed eyes remain fixed in their sockets. One of her hands
is not visible from Amy's position.. We see scratches on the
floor beneath her fingernails.
Amy steels herself -- and then walks closer. On the corner of
the sink, there's a thick manila envelope with something
bulky inside -- something that looks just like a cassette
tape. There's a name written on it, and the marker is right
next to it. It reads "AMY"
Amy must reach past the corpse in order to reach the
envelope, horribly close to the body in doing so.
She enters the cramped space and reaches toward the sink. She
is about six inches shy of grabbing it. She notices that her
hip is almost touching Marla's face as she leans. The flies
stir. The stench rises.
She stretches closer, and Marla's body is pushed aside a few
inches. Closer and closer AMY reaches.
Her outstretched fingers just manage to touch the envelope.
She pitches it and pulls it toward her.
It falls off the sink and onto the floor behind Marla.
Now, Amy must kneel, and reach past Marla face. She holds her
breath as she reaches long and far...
She manages to grab the envelope, but her face is almost
cheek to cheek with the rotting corpse. As she pulls the
envelope up, she notices something else in Marla's hidden
THE PUZZLE BOX.
Amy reaches over and pries open Marla's hand. Her blackened
fingers snap as they are pulled off the box. Amy grabs the
box and envelope, stuffs them into her bag, and stands.
As she stands next to Marla's body suddenly-
MARLA'S HAND GRABS AMY'S LEG!
Amy shrieks and swats the dead hand away, falling backward
onto the floor as she does. She rolls over and, in a half-
crawl, half-scramble, gets herself back up to her feet.
Amy backs up against a wall, kicking Marla as she kicks the
floor. We can't tell if Marla is moving from the kicks or if
she is somehow alive. Either way, its to much for Amy. She
Marla's mouth emits a ghastly sound as a stream of liquid
falls to the floor. Its almost as if she is trying to speak.
Amy has seen enough. Up she goes as she tears down the hall,
through the living room and SMACK INTO THE MANAGER!
Which needless to say, scares the shit out of her. He's
standing inside the now open door to the apartment.
Dead! She hung herself in the bathroom.
Call the police.
The Manager grabs Amy by the arm. He pulls the cigar from his
mouth and points it in her direction. Amy hears police sirens
in the background.
Already did. Who are you?
(pointing his cigar at Amy's
What do you have in there?
In a flash Amy twists her arm out of his grasp, and slings
her knee up into his nuts. He doubles over.
INT. THE HALL AND STAIRWAY - DAY
Amy comes flying down the hall at top speed. She reaches the
top of the stairs and starts down... ...and as she does, her
She slides down five or six steps, then over-balances,
throwing out her hands to keep her chin from hitting the
polished stone steps. She keeps sliding down, finally over-
balancing again, flipping over and landing on her back on the
landing half-way between the floors.
The Manager looks down the stairs for her. He doesn't even
attempt to chase her.
He curses her in his native tongue.
EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY
Amy breaks through the doors of the building. She hits two of
the ten stairs down to the sidewalk. People walking by hardly
Up ahead, a police car is turning down the street. She stops
and walks calmly, diverting her eyes. The police car races
by, and Amy walks faster, and faster, then runs.
INT. AMY'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Close on a tray of ice being cracked apart. It's contents
poured into a open towel.
Amy is sitting on the floor in front of her couch, now
dressed in only panties and a bra -- an image unpleasantly
reminiscent of Marla -- especially with the spotting of
bruises and roughly bandaged scrapes on her pale skin.
She has a dripping ice pack in one hand, which she applies to
this bruise and that -- and a bottle of gin in the other. She
doesn't look happy. She takes a drink, then looks toward a TV
and VCR in front of her.
There's a tape half-inserted into the VCR. We can see the
empty envelope with "AMY" written on it, lying on the floor.
he tape is within reach of Amy's bare foot, and she lifts a
toe toward it, hesitant. She puts her toe against the
tape...hanging on the edge of decision. Finally, she shoves
it forward with her toe.
It slides into the machine. She grabs up the remote and turns
on the set. The IMAGE appears.
It's Marla, looking like she hasn't slept in days, sitting on
a chair in her apartment staring into camera. Her eyes are
glazed, distant. But she looks a hell of lot better than she
did in the bathroom.
(a little sad)
I knew you'd come. Course if you're
watching this tape, it's already too late
for me. But maybe you can stop it.
Amy removes the PUZZLE BOX from her satchel. Stares at it.
He promised us pleasures beyond anything
we could ever imagine. We just had to
fight through the pain first. Easier said
Don't open the box Amy. If you do Winter
wins, and if he wins-
Someone pounds on a door. Marla panics.
Go to Pletkow station at midnight. Go to
the south end of the platform and step
onto the last car. Find a guy named Joey
who runs the show and tell him I sent
you. He'll guide you to them.
The POUNDING GETS LOUDER.
Save them Amy. Please...
Marla leaps forward and-
Those you trust the most -- trust the
- shuts off the camera. It goes black for a few seconds, and
then cuts to snow.
Amy sits, staring at the snow, her face empty. She sets the
PUZZLE BOX on the table and stares at it. Takes a sip of her
AMY (TO HERSELF)
Don't open it. Right.
phone rings. It shakes Amy out of her fugue.
She leans over picks up the receiver. An old style phone.
INT. CHARLES RICKMAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Charles sits at his desk. He is twisting pencils in a small
Don't tell me I woke you up. I won't
You know I don't sleep when I'm working.
What do you want, Charles?
You were supposed to call me.
You know me, I dove right in. I was
gonna' call you tomorrow.
The thing is... I started thinking.
You know that's never a good thing
Amy looks at the Puzzle box on the table. It seems to be
reflecting the snow of the TV set in some strange form.
She looks closer, it's an ABSTRACT IMAGE OF A LITTLE GIRL
SCREAMING. She compares it to the TV set, it shows only
white static snow.
Look. I know the crazy stuff you do for a
That's what I get paid for.
And that's why I hired you. It's just.
Just... the thing is, Amy... some things
you shouldn't do, you know what I mean?
Charles finishes a pencil and blows off the shavings.
Look, I say this to you, but in my heart
I know that one time it's going to
happen... that you're going to end up, I
don't know -- dead or god knows what. But
when it does happen, I don't want it to
be my fault.
She watches the image of the little girl fade.
Okay, Charles. I'll make sure it won't
You know, you're messing with my
conscience, here. Amy...
Charles, I can't do the sensitive thing.
I don't know how. I get the message. I
knew the message before I got it. Okay,
Mommy? You've had a change of heart? You
want me to come home? Well I can't. Not
until I know the truth. So there. You're
off the hook. I gotta go.
INT. AMY'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Amy hangs up. She waits a moment, hesitates -- then takes the
PUZZLE BOX from the table. She begins to explore it's edges
with her fingers, rolling it over and over in her hands.
It starts to unlock.
She jumps as it begins to change shape, and sets it back on
the table. Light seems to emanate from within as it clicks
into another form. The table beneath it seems tremble, the
ice in her drink taps against the edge of the glass.
figure appears in the darkness behind her. PINHEAD. Here we
THE PHONE RINGS. She nearly leaps out of the chair, striking
the puzzle box with her hand. The Puzzle Box closes.
PINHEAD vanishes back into the shadows.
Charles, I get the message. OK? Your my
editor, not my Mommy!
Amy waits. But there's no sound.
A sound comes over the line -- a hoarse gurgling sound - a
ghastly wet sound - the same sound Amy heard coming from the
throat of the hanged Marla.
(through phone, wet choking
The line goes dead. She shoves the whole phone away from her.
She sits, breathing fast for a second, staring at the box.
Quiet. Only the sound of the snow on the TV.
She stands and pulls her pants on.
INT. SUBWAY STATION - NIGHT
A thunderous noise trails a subway car as it streaks out of a
Lit with cold fluorescent light, Amy, now dressed, with her
sunglasses in place, slides her card through the slot and
shoves through the turnstile. She descends the long, non-
working escalator -- the only one on it at this time of
She reaches the subway platform. It is virtually empty.
Amy has come down stairs that land her just about in the
middle. She scans the far end of the platform, past a lone
FIGURE in a SHINY GREEN PLASTIC RAINCOAT who lies motionless
on a bench.
- a couple MIDDLE-AGED GUYS in security uniforms, maybe
heading for some night shift somewhere, stand, not moving,
hands thrust in pockets.
She turns back to the bench but the FIGURE in the SHINY GREEN
RAINCOAT is gone.
She takes up a position at the far end of the platform. She
A moment later, a bit of a breeze starts moving her hair. A
few seconds later, a train comes roaring into the station.
Amy watches the car pass her, one by one, as the train slows.
The train is virtually empty. One car after the next rolls by
as the train slows.
Finally, as the train moves slowly to a stop, a car different
from the others comes in. This one, for some odd reason,
seems to have newspaper covering all the windows -- taped up
from the inside.
One of the doors of the covered car comes to a stop directly
in front of the spot where Amy is standing -- the spot marked
by the stenciled PUZZLE BOX. There's a pause, then the doors
slide open -- just one the one set in front of Amy. The
others stay closed. The interior of the car is dark -- the
lights, apparently, are not working.
A tall ODD-LOOKING MAN in a CONDUCTOR'S UNIFORM is standing
there. He gestures toward the adjoining car.
Is Joey on this ride?
Come on in...
She enters. The doors slide closed. The train pulls out.
INT. SUBWAY CAR - NIGHT
The interior of the car has been transformed into some odd-
ball cross between a very small nightclub and an crackhouse..
As the train passes out of the station, and the lights dim,
we can see the lights from joints and crack pipes -- or at
any rate something being smoked in some kind of pipe,
glinting in the darkness. Various hands reach up and tug down
the newspapers, and the tunnel lights come in, providing a
flickering, constantly changing illumination.
In the uncertain light, Amy can see the various CELEBRANTS
hanging out -- some on the seats, some on the floor, some
dressed, some partially undressed, some engaging in desultory
drug use, others in desultory sex acts -- mostly teenagers
Amy looks around, not particularly effected by the oddness of
the scene. The Conductor touches her arm.
Down that way...
She threads her way through the tangle of people. In the
flickering lights she catches glimpses of pale human flesh,
PIERCED FACES, PIERCED NIPPLES -- PIERCED THINGS that we
can't even be sure what they are.
Expressions flash by in the flickering light, some dull,
She pretty much ignores it all as she makes her way toward
the rear of the car. A rat feeds on the contents of a young
woman's purse as she and another woman are tangled in
There, illuminated in flashes, JOEY, a thin ill-shaven
English guy in his mid-twenties is sprawled on a seat. One of
his lower eyelids has a ring in it. It flicks up every time
he blinks. He reads a newspaper while a woman bobs her head
up and down in his lap.
Joey looks up and spots Amy. He points an accusing finger at
her, but his mood is good-natured..
Ahhhh, now here comes a daring soul. A
person committed to a just cause. Another
seeker of the truth no doubt.
Joey is clearly smitten with Amy.
I like what I see inside of you.
Are you Joey?
I've been called worse.
He brushes the hair of the woman in his lap, then offers Amy
And I have the privilege of meeting...
Amy looks at the woman in his lap, declines a hand shake.
Amy Klein. Marla Chen sent me. I'm
looking for a girl named Katya. Another
young girl with red hair and half her
head shaved. A guy with glasses named
Joey's eyes narrow. Something has clearly clicked. He laughs
slightly, starts shaking his head.
And the plot thickens. Don't tell me
you're mixed up with those mother
fuckers. Tell me Amy Klein, do you even
know what they're about?
That's why I'm here. I need you to help
me find them.
Oh, jeez. Moral quandary time here...
What should he do, what should he do? If
he tells her -- the hopefully available
and eminently fuckable damsel is thrown
into the pit of oblivion -- or anyway is
potentially fucked up for life. And that
would be such a regrettable waste. If he
refrains from telling her... she may yet
be saved. A possible trophy awaits me.
Angel and devil on the shoulder... hmm.
Angel, devil, angel, devil. Oh, the hell
with it Entropy's destroying everything
anyway. Why shouldn't I do my part?
Tell me what you know about the Deaders.
You first. What do you think they do?
I think they bring the dead back to life.
Is that what you really think?
Who are they? Where can I find Winter?
Some people say Winter's some sort of
fucked-up guru, some say he's not human,
and others say he's not real. But there
is a place they hang out -- those who
believe I mean.
Where is it?
Joey hesitates. A part of him clearly doesn't want to tell.
Angel, devil, angel, devil.
If you don't tell me, someone here will.
Yeah, you see, now that's the problem.
You've got that fucked up self-
destructive thing going on.
I'm already into it.
Angel, devil, angel, devil
Amy produces the Puzzle Box from her pack. Joey looks at it
like he's just seen a ghost.
This is making me very unhappy...
He pushes the woman from his lap. He's more serious now.
Poteilari and Minvara. On the northeast
corner, two doors down, there's a
stairway going down into a closed up
building. It's always locked, and they're
not always there. I don't know where they
are when they're not. And once you get
mixed up with them -- it's like that
story with the tar baby -- chances are
you never get loose, and if you do, you
never get clean.
The "Conductor" shouts from somewhere.
Hands promptly reach up, covering the windows with newspaper.
The Conductor goes to the door. The band finishes its set as
the light from the station shines through the newspapers.
Joey, looking drab in the steady uneven light, stares at Amy.
I can't take responsibility for you.
I'm not asking you to.
Amy begins to walk off. Joey leans forward, for the first
time he seems sincere, almost foreboding. He shouts over the
Amy Klein, I'm doing a change of heart
thing here, which doesn't usually happen
with strangers, but I'm trying to give a
little back, it's this whole Karma kick
I'm on -- don't do it. Don't go any
deeper. Forget about it. Move away.
Change your name. Become somebody
The other members of the car watch the two of them.
Can't do that. I've got that fucked up
self- destructive thing going on.
Yes you do.
The one door hisses open. Amy stares at Joey for a second,
turns and departs, back into the fluorescent lit station.
Joey calls after her.
Only he can bring you back!
INT. SUBWAY PLATFORM - NIGHT
Amy stands on the platform as the door hisses shut. The train
pulls away. She checks her watch, then moves to the other
side of the platform. She looks down the tunnel. The light
from an approaching train is beginning to reflect off the
curved wall of the tunnel.
She turns back in the direction she just looked. Far down the
platform, there's a bench with a lone occupant - - a slumped
over figure dressed in a SHINY GREEN RAINCOAT. She turns
toward it, staring. In the distance, no details of face or
form are visible -- just the lumpy figure in the shiny green
raincoat. She takes a step toward it, but still cannot make
out any detail in the slumped over figure. She approaches...
as does the train. There is no sign of movement.
She comes around, closer to the edge of the platform, to get
a more direct view of the green-coated form. As she does, she
sees that one hand is draped off the front edge of the bench,
hanging limp. The hand is gray.
Amy takes a step forward.
His eyes pop open! He looks at her with large black eyes,
dead eyes. Dripping from beneath his raincoat is a small pool
of fresh blood.
Amy gasps, takes a step back -- and her heel lands on the
edge of the subway platform. She struggles for balance.
Abruptly, a man's voice comes from somewhere.
Amy stumbles forward, goes down to her knees and turns.
Around twenty feet behind her, standing on the edge of the
platform, with his back toward the drop, is-
- WINTER, wearing a black trench-coat, cinched at the waist.
He looks down the tunnel. Amy does as well. The train is
coming into the station. She turns back toward Winter. He
stares at her, with malevolent eyes.
And as the train comes flying in, he calmly falls backward,
directly into its path.
In an instant she's up, running alongside the braking train.
The doors open, but virtually nobody comes out. The front of
the train is still far ahead.
Hey! You hit someone! Someone fell in
front of the train! Hey! Hey!
The doors hiss and start to close. Finally, Amy reaches the
front window of the train. She hammers on it. It opens and a
middle-aged WOMAN'S face leans out -- the DRIVER.
Somebody fell... somebody fell in front
of the train.
Where? Where is he? Where'd he fall?
Back there, way back...
She looks back in the direction from which she's come. The
bench is now empty.
Aw, damn... Dammit!
Amy, though, is now looking, this way and that -- at the
confused faces of people peeking out through the doors of the
train. There is no sign of Winter
INT. TRAIN STATION - LATER
The train is still there, doors open. There are TRANSIT COPS
on the station, disgruntled passengers hanging out on the
platform... TRACK WORKERS are poking around underneath it.
Amy is leaning against one of the metal pillars, staring at
the empty bench -- at the place where the mysterious figure
was sitting. She's looking grim.
Behind her, a Track Worker approaches the DRIVER, who's
standing with a pair of Transit Cops. He's shaking his head,
shrugging. The Driver curses, heads back toward the first
car. One of the COPS approaches Amy.
Well, the men have looked.
And there's nothing there?
You don't seem terribly surprised.
There's a sudden hiss. Amy turns as the train doors close.
I mean, you don't seem terribly surprised
that there isn't somebody under the
I don't know what to say. I saw him...
Yeah. That's the thing. Can you tell me
again, just what it is that you saw?
Um, I was standing on the platform...
The train starts to move out of the station. Amy looks toward
it. The train is moving on one of the center tracks, so that
you can look through the windows of the cars and see through
them to the platform on the far side.
...and, um... I saw this man standing on
the edge of the platform, facing away
But now Amy is seeing something -- through the windows of the
moving train. On the platform on the far side, there is a
lone figure, the man in the black trench-coat. Amy jumps,
looks more closely.
Did he say anyth...
In an instant, Amy is tearing down the platform, heading for
the stairs that connect to the platform on the other side.
Amy is watching, staring through the moving train windows.
The figures are still there. Winter is staring at her -
Hey, stop! Tomislav! Tomislav!
n the next instant, the Cop is giving chase, and another
Cop, clearly, the "Tomislav" called by the first Cop, further
down the station, is rushing in to head Amy off.
It's them! Over there, over there!
n the next instant, Tomislav tackles Amy and she goes down
on her face. Even with the rather large Cop on top of her,
she's still struggling.
God damn it, get off of me! Get the hell
off of me... Get...
She keeps struggling as the first Cop, and the others on the
station, converge on her. She looks toward the far platform.
The figure is still there, visible through the windows of the
departing train. Then, the last car of the train passes,
leaving an unencumbered view of the far side.
The platform is empty. No sign of Winter. No sign of anybody.
Amy stop struggling, as the Cops tug her arms back,
handcuffing her. She hardly notices, but keep staring at the
empty platform across the tracks. She glances up at the Cops.
panting Tomislav looks down at her. Then circles his finger
around his ear to his comrades. They all understand.
TOMISLAV (IN ROMANIAN)
INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Amy sits slouched in a chair looking particularly pale. The
door opens behind her. She hears a familiar voice.
Is this where they keep the cheaper
Amy glances up at him, without expression.
Christ, you're lucky to have a boss like
me. Once again, I have saved your small
but relatively shapely behind.
Least you got to travel. What were they
going to charge me with, anyway?
Charge you? They were thinking of
shipping you to the government asylum for
observation -- and believe me if you go
in there, you don't come out. But through
my mastery of international negotiations
I managed to convince them that you were
merely irresponsible. You got your stuff?
Slowly, feeling her bruises, Amy gets up.
EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DAY
Charles and Amy walk and talk. It's pissing down rain.
Charles hold an umbrella for the two to share.
Why'd you give me this story?
Who else would have taken it? Either
they're going to think it's bull-shit, or
they're going to be too afraid of it. But
Amy Klein... Tell me it's real Amy.
It's real -- or I'm crazy.
Well, either way, it's a good story.
I've got leads. I'll know in the end.
You know, Amy dearest, for the average
person, hunger for knowledge is like
hunger... for food. We want to know just
enough to take the edge off our appetite.
Then we're satisfied, and we stop. But
you... you're like a glutton. You can't
I don't see you complaining.
But you see, that's the point. That's why
I need you. Because all that stuff I
don't eat... I still want. So I send you
in to do the eating for me, and so I get
to experience it, without actually
suffering any mental indigestion.
That's for me...
Nobody's forcing anything down your
You see, Amy, you never grew up with all
this Catholic god and guilt stuff. It
doesn't mean anything to you. I worry
about god and heaven and hell. Not during
the day, you understand, but around three
in the morning, it keeps me up. I want to
know what's coming. What's up in heaven
and down in hell, or even if there's
nothing. It's useful, when you're making
plans. So go find out and we'll tell the
You know, Charles, there's something
vaguely demonic about you.
Did you know, the word "demon" comes from
the Greek word for "knowledge." As in
No, I didn't know that.
Charles shakes his head, disgusted.
They're in front of Amy's Hotel now. Charles flags down a
Then back to your room, lie down in your
coffin until the hours of daylight have
passed, as is your wont -- then go get me
my story. A
You don't have to worry.
I never do. I'm not here to save people
and I'm not here to judge them. I just
take `em as they come. And use them as
they pass by. I'll be at the Soffitel.
Charles hops in the cab and drives off as Amy walks up the
steps to the Hotel lobby. Amy watches him go, waves, then
spins back towards the curb. She flags down a cab and hops
EXT. POTEILARI AND MINVARA - DAY
A ragged, run-down place, looking bleak and ugly in the
bright light of day. We see the street sign, identifying the
place -- Poteilari and Minvara. A cab pulls up and Amy gets
She crosses the street, passes one side door -- and then
comes to a building that's been sealed up -- doors and
windows cemented shut with cinder-blocks.
Beyond a narrow railing is a stairway, pressed up sideways
against the building, running down to a basement entrance.
Amy looks down the stairway to it's narrow bottom. The stairs
and the bottom are littered with trash. A filthy mattress
lies at the very bottom. Amy heads down.
EXT. THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS - DAY
At the bottom of the stairs, there's a wooden door. A hole
has been punched through it and a heavy padlocked chain has
been threaded through it and through a heavy hasp that's been
bolted to the door frame. Some official government notice of
some kind has been tacked to the door -- long rendered
unreadable by the effects of time.
Amy inspects the padlock. It's heavy and uncompromising. She
tugs on the door and it opens to the limits of the chain --
but that's only a few inches. Amy peers into the darkness
beyond, but can't see a thing.
She looks down at the mattress that she's standing on, steps
to the side and shoves it up.
Then, as if the light breaks, she reaches out, grabs the hasp
and pulls. The bolts holding the hasp to the wall are loose.
They slide out with it. She tugs the whole thing free and
pulls the door open.
There is a narrow corridor beyond, all in gloom. Amy enters.
INT. THE CORRIDOR - DAY
Amy steps in, her way illuminated only by the indefinite
light that leaks in from the street.
There's an archway, presumably leading into the rest of the
basement, on one side, but it's blocked by a great heap of
Amy ponders the chances of getting through it, and decides to
check out the rest of the hallway. She works her way through
a series of ominous corridors.
Amy senses that she is not alone, stops, and turns around. No
one. She continues.
There is only a single door left -- at the far end of the
hallway. It hangs half-open, but we cannot see what's inside.
She approaches it, reaches out and pushes the door open. It's
As she enters we see a FIGURE beyond her in the hallways,
buried in the shadows.
INT. THE BATHROOM - DAY
This is one of those nasty little makeshift places built into
an available corner -- basically a toilet and a sink so close
that there's hardly room to move. A mop and some other
supplies, long forgotten, are propped up in a corner.
Amy steps in, looks down the toilet. Nothing left but some
nasty stains -- the water long dried up. Her face brushes
against something hanging in the air. She pulls back. It's a
pull string hanging from a naked light bulb.
She tugs on it. Nothing. No power here.
She stands in the dark, claustrophobic place, puzzled. She
looks back down the hall. It seems as if she's come to
another dead end. Then she stares at the bathroom door. Open
now, it blocks a piece of the bathroom wall -- the only place
she hasn't looked.
Amy steps back, virtually straddling the toilet, and pushes
the door closed. As she does, of course, what little light
there is, vanishes completely. If there's something behind
the door, she can't see it, or anything else.
Abruptly, there's a sharp click as she lights her lighter,
and the wavering light illuminates the tiny bathroom -- and
the previously unseen space behind the door.
The walls do not meet there. There is a narrow gap, leading
to a passage, apparently "between" the walls, perhaps ten
Hesitating only a moment, Amy turns sideways and slides
herself into the claustrophobic slot. She holds the lighter
up ahead of her, but its dim flickering light does not reach
to the end of the passage. She moves forward cautiously --
the floor is littered with dried chunks of plaster, rotting
insulation -- seventy-five years of stuff crumbled from the
insides of the walls.
As she disappears into the tunnel, the door slowly opens
behind her. Passing across the rusty doorknob, a menacing
Inside the tunnel, Amy reaches a vertical pipe up against one
side of the wall - - only a few inches thick, but it reduces
the available room to under eight inches. She hesitates.
Meanwhile, the lighter in her hand is getting hot. She lets
it click off. In some dim half-light we can see her slipping
a handkerchief carefully around it, for insulation.
She flicks the flint. The lighter lights.
And, abruptly, around a million roaches , which had returned
from their hiding places in the absence of the light, go
skittering every which way.
Amy lets out a squeak as the roaches vanish in an instant.
She looks at the pipe again, and then starts to squeeze past
it. It's a tight fit. She has to squirm to get through.
Welcome to club anorexia...
She pops free and comes out the other side. She holds up the
lighter. Still the light cannot reach to the end of the
passage. Steeling herself, she moves on. But as she does, the
space seems to get progressively narrower and narrower.
From ten inches to nine, to eight, until both sides of her
body are scraping against the walls. She holds the lighter
out. The wall continues to narrow.
At the end of her outstretched arm, the walls are only around
five inches apart.
Clearly, she's reached the end of the line. Annoyed, she
starts to back out -- then realizes that the light on the far
side of her body renders the area into which she's now moving
essentially black as midnight.
She brings the hand holding the lighter close in to her body,
but she can't bring her hands together in front of her -- the
space is too narrow. Finally, she reaches her hand up, over
her head, passing the lighter from one hand to the other
directly over her head.
As she does, the lighter almost slips. She grabs for it, but
it goes out. Again she is lost in virtual darkness.
She strikes the flint. It flickers but doesn't light. As she
strikes it again, IT LIGHTS SOMETHING IN THERE WITH HER! Amy
doesn't see it, we do...
AND IT HAS A KNIFE IN ITS HANDS.
The light returns -- now illuminating the other side of her
body -- the way from which she's come. But, because the space
is so narrow, she can't turn her head towards the entrance.
Once again, the roaches go skittering away.
And Amy starts heading "back" from where she entered. Her
head facing away from her progress backward, trying to
She holds up the lighter, it lights the area "ahead" which
she cannot see. The flickering fire exposes the figure
The walls on this side now also seem to narrow. The space
revealed by the light is barely as wide as her fist, and
there is only darkness beyond. Darkness, and the figure with
the knife. Amy senses something is wrong.
What the ...
She continues, but now she can barely move a few feet before
the wall becomes too narrow to pass. She pushes, trying to
shove through the narrow gap. But she cannot move. The walls
have literally closed in, until she is now squeezed between
them. Panic sets in.
Gasping, Amy pushes against the wall she's facing. Trying
desperately to turn her head around. She forces with all her
might to turn her head, her facial features stretching almost
comically. She finally gets it around.
She is face to face with the knife as it comes RIPPING
THROUGH FRAME, narrowly missing her arm.
Amy screams and drops the lighter. Now in darkness, she
scurries frantically away -- back deeper into the space.
Amy starts struggling, panic growing on her, trying to climb,
to crouch, to tug free in some direction, but her movement is
very limited. The walls seem to close in on her.
She is struggling to breathe against the pressing walls. The
figure keeps advancing towards her.
Stop! Please stop! Stop this!
She's flailing her arms now, frantic. The knife-wielding
figure struggles, having difficulty as well. One of Amy's
hands flies back and hits the wall behind her.
Now she really panics, her hands desperately scraping along
the wall looking for anyway out. There isn't any.
She looks back toward her attacker, who's now right on top
of her and raising the knife for one final blow.
Amy braces for the blade's impact as she pushes against the
wall when suddenly she-
Falls backward onto the floor. Her heart pounding. Her
She checks her arms for wounds. There aren't any.
She looks up. The Figure is gone.
She stands, confused, and finds herself in an empty room.
Some discarded junk, a pile of loose plaster. She leaps
forward, and nearly trips on a piece of rubble to get the
hell away from the entry. Odd thing is...here is no entry.
She whips herself around towards the sound of someone sharply
She looks this way and that, but can't see the source of the
sound. The attacker?
A pale light is visible, coming from around a far corner.
Someone steps into the light. A young BLACK KID. He holds a
finger up to his lips.
Shhhh... follow me.
He signals her to follow him. Amy moves cautiously forward.
AN ADJOINING ROOM
The walls have been partially torn down. The light comes from
an adjoining room. Amy approaches cautiously, remaining in
the shadows, and leans forward, staring through a gap in the
wall into the room beyond.
The various participants, some of whom we recognize from the
videotape movie, are standing crowded around something on the
floor. Amy can't see just what it is that they're staring at,
at first, but she does see that one of the ones gathered
there is Katya, complete with the hole in her head. She
nervously puts a a finger into the hole and inspects the
The sound of the exhalations is coming from the unseen place.
Then somebody in the circle moves, to get a better vantage
point, and now Amy can see, clearly, what is going on.
Winter is lying on top of the corpse of a YOUNG MAN,
breathing into his mouth as he did with Katya. An almost
sexual encounter yields the same results as the tape.
He takes a final deep breath. And then, as before, the Young
Man gasps. Winter pulls away. As he does, we can see the
Young Man's face, smiling, despite the knife that is lodged
into his chest. Winters grabs the knife and yanks it out.
The others come forward, helping him up.
Winter stands and somebody slips a robe over his body. He
promptly looks straight at Amy, still hidden in the shadows.
I have a room of my own. Kindly join me.
He throws the knife at the wall, where it embeds itself in
way further then it should have, and walks away. Amy moves
away from the opening. She circles around, through a doorway,
and into the space that she was previously watching.
She moves forward hesitantly, trying to avoid the touch of
the various occupants, who don't behave aggressively, but
clearly press forward, into her personal space.
She looks this way and that, trying to find where Winter has
A hand comes down on her shoulder. She turns suddenly. It's
the Black Kid. He gestures.
Winter's through there.
He points toward a doorway, lost in shadow. Amy notices on
his pointing hand that his wrists have been deeply slashed.
She looks down to the other hand, which the kid politely
offers for her to examine.
Amy backs away through the crowd. Following her is the
recently revived Young Man, who's still completely naked.
He smiles at Amy. She moves away, and through the door to
INT. WINTER'S ROOM - DAY
This is a small, dark space, light coming mostly from a
rather conventional-looking standing lamp. In the shadows
beyond the little space of light is a confusion of half-open
doors, walls and shadows, half lit rooms with un-guessable
Winter is there, sitting in a padded chair in front of a
coffee table, reading a book. Amy steps inside. Winter
doesn't react to her presence. Abruptly, the door closes
behind her. She hesitates and walks forward.
You know me.
I chose you.
Amy pauses, unsure, then moves forward and takes a seat
That was a hell of a way in. Makes me
think that you don't want...
People come in here the way they want. If
it was difficult, then that was the way
you wanted it. A little danger. A little
mystery. That's what you expected. That's
what you found.
Winters puts the book down. His attention is now on Amy.
Were you afraid, Amy? Just now? And
during your little "rite of passage"
through the walls?
Yes. Was it real?
Winter smiles, he displays amusement to Amy's suspicions.
And were you afraid when you saw Marla
Chen? Of what you found in the bathroom?
You took something from her?
Winter studies Amy.
Do you have it with you?
Amy opens her bag and produces the Puzzle Box. She lays on
the table between them.
What is it?
My great grandfather created that box.
He left it as a...gift. A way to cheat
death, an entrance to everlasting
pleasures, and it belongs to me. Though
there are others who would disagree.
Marla warned me about it, about you.
Really? Should I be honored or afraid
that you are here, Amy Klein. Do you
really think you can just go along with
us for a little ride and then get off
when it suits you? Like your new friends
on the train? You're not going to find it
so easy to get off this train.
So I shouldn't get on?
Your already on it. Don't dance with me,
Amy Klein. Don't think for a second that
you aren't in danger. You are in more
danger than ever imagined possible.
What the hell does that mean?
Winter leans into Amy's space.
Listen to me. There are things that are
true in the light of day. There are other
things that are no less true, that live
in the shadows. When you shine a light on
them, they disappear. They stop being
true. That's because it is the
uncertainty of the dark that makes them
possible. If the dark is deep enough...
anything might be happening in it.
Anything at all. I'm one of those things.
What happened to Marla Chen? What did you
do to her?
He stands and walks away from Amy.
Marla? Why, I accepted her, that's all.
That's all I've ever done for the people
who come to me.
She didn't want to become one of you,
whatever the hell you are. That's why she
Oh, but she did. And what makes you so
sure she's dead?
Winters studies Amy face.
We all die, over and over and over again.
Marla can't commit suicide. All she can
do is stop believing that she's alive.
And she can't even do that.
The more she doubts, the deader she
becomes. But she'll never really die,
because she's not really alive.
That doesn't mean anything. What I saw in
that room was real. What I smelled was
real. Real like this table.
She raps on the table with her middle finger, palm up. She
then lifts her hand up keeping her middle finger towards
Real like, like this hand...
In a flash, almost supernaturally , Winter passes seemingly
through the chair and is front of Amy, her hand held tightly
by his. He reaches up with his other hand and uncurls Amy's
You say this is real?
He begins to move his fingers over her hand, enumerating the
Epidermis. The dorsal fascia. Transverse
carpal ligament across here...
The process is taking on an oddly seductive quality.
The median nerve underneath it. Down
here, the carpal bones... And do you
think that all those parts are what makes
a hand? I'll show you what makes a
He begins to move his fingers through the spaces in between
her fingers. Amy is frozen still.
INT. ROOM - DAY (FLASHBACK)
CLOSE ON A DOOR being unlocked. We recognize it from the
opening montage. Slowly, it is pulled open to reveal:
A LITTLE GIRL standing there - frightened.
INT. WINTER'S ROOM - DAY
BACK TO SCENE.
These spaces. That what makes a hand. You
get it by taking things away. You, Amy
Klein, are the infinitesimal speck that's
left when we subtract the infinite
possibilities that the space you occupy
might have held.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY(FLASHBACK)
The LITTLE GIRL kicking and screaming. She is pulled out of
the closet. We never get a clear view of THE MAN, but we know
he is pure evil.
INT. WINTER'S ROOM - DAY
BACK TO SCENE.
Close on Amy's hand, trembling in Winter's grip.
(referring to her hand)
This thing here isn't a presence. It's an
absence. It's a place where things are
missing. In all essential qualities, it
is less than nothing. In all essential
qualities, we are less than nothing. Not
solid, not here, not real.
Amy finds herself responding, falling under his spell.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY (FLASHBACK)
The LITTLE GIRL is picked up under THE MAN'S arm, and pulled
away. His groping hands move seductively, and violently. She
is carried away out of sight, kicking and screaming.
FLASH CUT TO:
INT. DEADER'S DUNGEON - DAY
Amy awakens from the trance. She is lying down surrounded by
the Deaders. Winters stands above her.
What did you see?
What are you afraid of, Amy?
I'm not afraid of you.
Yes you are, but still you can't run --
you won't run.
I wonder why that is?
I'm no devil. I'm no monster. Amy, I'll
never hurt you and I'll never leave you.
Amy doesn't answer. Winter extends to her a knife.
Accept my gift. No more fear. No more
questions. No one can ever hurt you
For a moment she appears to consider his offering. Then, as
if waking up... she shoves herself back away from Winter.
No, get... get away...
But now the Dead are there, surrounding her, reaching out for
her. They begin to chant.
Winter takes the PUZZLE BOX and places on a makeshift altar
at the head of the mattress.
My skin isn't real. My eyes aren't real.
My muscles aren't real. My bones, my
heart, my veins and nerves, and flesh and
meat... aren't real-
Lie down Amy. It'll only hurt for a
second. I promise.
- What I see, what I hear, what I taste,
what I touch, what I remember, what I
think, what I feel, aren't real.
No more pain. Only pleasure.
The Deaders start to grab onto her. She starts to panic a
She fights her way from the group and...
INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - NIGHT
Amy SMASHES THROUGH a vertical plane of safety glass,
smashing it into a thousand tiny fragments as she goes
crashing back, through it...
Her head hits hard against a tile wall and she goes sliding
down, in the dark, her hand scrambling for something to hold
Her reaching hand grabs some metal handle. She pulls... and
abruptly, water begins to cascade down onto her face.
She turns herself sideways and rolls over, gasping. She's in
a bathtub... in fact she's just been thrown through the
safety-glass door. She scrambles over the bottom edge of the
sliding glass door, scraping herself across the tiny pegs of
glass that still line the border of the frame.
She pulls herself up, her hand feeling for a light switch...
Finally, she finds it, flips the switch.
She's in the hotel bathroom, slumped over against the sink.
Soaking wet, scratched, shaking, gasping, she stares at
herself in the mirror.
There's a tiny square of glass stuck into her shoulder. She
tugs it loose. It clinks as she drops it into the sink.
It's not real... it's not real...
She lifts her hand to wipe the wet hair from her face... then
pauses. She turns toward the bathtub. She reaches through the
shattered door and turns off the shower.
INT. AMY'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
THE PHONE RINGS. She snatches it out of its cradle.
Amy it's Charles, I know it's not too
You just can't go too long without
hearing my voice.
Guilty. Look, Amy, I've been thinking
about the story about what happened,
maybe this isn't for you.
Amy grabs the PUZZLE BOX off the table. She spins it in her
Charles, you know I value your opinion-
- she said with condescension-
- but if there was ever a story I was
born to write, this is it.
I think it's too dangerous, for a lot of
This isn't like you.
I know. I'm going to hate myself in the
I'm just a little... fucked in the head.
That's all. It's just a funk, but I'm
fine. All I need is some sleep.
OK. I just thought I'd put it out there
to see if you'd bite. I should've known
better. It goes against my instincts.
That's what I love about you. I'll call
Hey, Charles, did you know that the word
"demon" comes from the Greek word for
Yes I believe I've heard that somewhere
Well, I wish somebody had told me about
She hangs up, and shuts off a light on her way to bed.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY (FLASHBACK)
CLOSE ON the LITTLE GIRL slung under THE MAN'S arm, as he
carried her down the hall. She's scraping at the walls, the
door jams, anything to try to free herself from him.
Her hand sweeps across a small table at the end of the hall,
smashing over a GLASS VASE.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. AMY'S HOTEL ROOM - LATER
The room is dark, drained of all color the way things appear
when we see in them in almost total darkness.
Amy's lying in bed on her stomach. The sheet has crumpled off
of her. She's dressed only in her panties.
Abruptly, there's the sound of a wettish "thud" and Amy seems
to bounce a little. Her eyes open, but she isn't alarmed.
Still lying on her back, she flicks her eyes this way and
that, but, seeing nothing, she closes them again.
A few seconds later, we see some black liquid trickle across
her shoulder, coming from the unseen center of her back . It
follows a course down her backbone, then swerves and finds a
path along the inner edge of one of her shoulder blades,
finally trickling down her neck. It continues to flow,
staining the pillow by her face.
She stirs slightly, clearly feeling the trickle. She puts her
hand to her shoulder, smearing the black liquid. Still half-
asleep, she tries to "brush" it off... but it continues to
flow. Finally, her eyes open. She sits up painfully and looks
at her hands -- stained with this sticky black stuff. She
stares at it, not quite awake enough to figure it out.
She reaches over her shoulder, pulls her hand back, stained
with the black stuff. She looks down at her pillow, also
stained. Confused, she rises, painfully awkward, and heads
toward the bathroom. We can see that her feet leave blackish
wet footprints across the floor as she moves toward the
INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - NIGHT
She moves in, stares in the mirror -- sees the side of her
face and her shoulder, smeared with black. She fumbles for
the light, flips it on.
In the sudden, shocking glare of returning light, COLOR
abruptly re-enters the world... And the black of the liquid
that's stained Amy's face and hands, that track the floor of
the white-tiled bathroom, that smear the wall where she
flipped on the light switch turns instantly to its true color
The color of blood.
Amy gasps at the sight -- she looks like she's just crawled
out of a slaughterhouse. She reaches behind her, feeling her
back, trying to find the source of the blood that seems to be
pouring out of her, dripping to the floor, pouring down the
small of her back, staining the back of her panties a vivid,
In a sudden impulse she turns on the water in the sink full
blast, washes away the blood from her hands, scooping
handfuls onto her face and the front of her body. The water
drips to the floor, commingling with the blood, turning it a
She reaches behind her back, feeling again -- her hand comes
back as vividly red as before. Again she washes them. She
stops dead, seeing something in the mirror.
Something is glinting between her breasts. She touches her
finger to it. It looks like a tiny bit of gleaming metal,
poking out from inside of her, almost like a tiny steel
splinter. It appears to have just barely broken through the
skin from "inside" -- barely a drop of blood.
She stands staring down at it, breathing fast. What the hell
Then, slowly, almost against her will, she turns her back to
the mirror and looks over her shoulder. She sees -- and we
see for the first time -- the center of her back where her
questing hands couldn't reach.
There is a knife there, literally thrust through the middle
of her back. The gleaming splinter between her breasts is the
tip of the knife that has literally transfixed her -- and
clearly transfixed the center of her chest -- her heart.
She strains her hands back, trying to reach this impossible
thing, but her grasping fingers can't touch it. She turns
back toward the mirror, staring into her own eyes.
It's not real... it's not real.
She clenches her eyes... opens them. Her fingers feel
desperately for the metal tip between her breasts. It's still
Wake up... wake up... wake up...
She starts slapping her hands against the side of her face --
not gently, hard slaps. But she isn't "waking up." She grabs
her hair, pulls hard. Nothing. She's still there. The knife
is still stuck, impossibly in her back.
She sits on the closed seat of the toilet... not knowing what
to do. She reaches again for the knife, but she can't touch
it. She buries her face in her bloody hands.
I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming...
She stands, turns this way and that, not knowing what to do.
She looks around her bathroom, searching for something. She
tugs open the medicine cabinet, searches beneath the sink,
tugging the various stuff out. Whatever it is that she's
looking for, she can't find it.
She spins back to the mirror. Opens it. Slips back against it
wedging the knife handle between the door and the medicine
Holding one hand against the mirror, she starts to push away,
wincing in pain.
We can see the tiny silver tip between her breasts vanish
from view, drawn back inside her body . Slowly, making a
wet, sticky sound, the long thin knife begins to slide out.
With a gasp she heaves out... and the knife goes flying. It
bounces on the floor, splattering blood. With shaking hands,
Amy bends over and picks it up. She stands, staring at it.
It's some kind of nasty stiletto. Amy stands, staring at it.
Amy searching Marla's drawers, tugging one open -- pressing
the stud on a stiletto. ON THIS STILETTO.
INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - NIGHT
She looks down toward the floor. She is literally standing in
a pool of her own blood. She gasps, turns back toward the
Blood is pouring from the wound. Gasping, almost crying, Amy
stumbles back into the main room. With shaky hands, she picks
up the phone, then realizes that she's still holding the
stiletto in her hand. She drops it on the table. Her bloody
fingers press in the numbers -- 9-9-9 (emergency).
She waits, standing in the middle of her dark hotel room,
shaking, bloody. She can hear the phone ring and ring.
Finally, there's a click as the line picks up. But there's no
voice on the other end.
Hello, hello? Hello? Is there anyb...
Then she stops dead. There is somebody there, and making a
sound we've heard before. The nasty gurgling that Amy heard
when she tried calling Marla's room.
Only he can bring you back.
She slams the phone down, tears the cord from the wall. As
she turns to fling it she hears the sound of a man speaking.
She turns at the sound.
PINHEAD is standing across the room from her, reading from
one of the books on a tiny bookshelf in the corner.
"--to all of us - there comes the closing
of the doors - the entrances - the exits -
so that one may pass no more out or
He closes the book, turns toward her.
Walt Whitman. I like your taste in books.
Came with the room. Along with the
Amy puts the phone back on the table.
Who are you? Why did you do this to me?
I didn't. Believe me, when I want to hurt
you, it will be more than a scratch.
Then why the hell are you here? Why are
you in my room?
This isn't your room. It's mine...
This is my room, my building, my
street... my world. You still can't
believe that you're in the "real" world,
can you? I mean... you've just had a
A knife run through you. Shouldn't it hurt?
It's a dream. I'm dreaming...
No. Dreams come to an end. Nightmares are
He approaches her. She backs away.
You've been recruited as a soldier in
another man's war. A war he will never
win, that I can assure you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You will. Soon enough. But one shouldn't
worship false Gods. Especially when that
false God is themselves.
I'm not a believer.
Oh you will. Tell me, do you believe in
Looks down at the blade jutting out from her chest.
You opened a door. He pulled you in. But
the only way out -- is through me.
He steps towards her.
She grabs up the phone, flings it. It hits the far wall and
falls to the floor. Winter's gone. She reaches a hand behind
her, to her back, brings it back, red with blood.
A MOMENT LATER
We see Amy rolling a towel up into a tight cylinder. Hands
trembling, she lays it across a wide strip of duct tape that
she's unwound from a roll and laid down on the table, sticky
She presses the towel down so that it sticks, then picks up
the tape, with towel attached. She slides the towel down the
center of her back until it covers the wound, and then tugs
the tape tight across her chest, compressing the towel
against the wound.
She takes the tape and awkwardly loops it around the towel
and herself a couple more times, finally biting through the
tape and tossing the roll away. She yanks yesterday's clothes
up, discards the skirt in favor of a pair of black jeans.
She tugs them up over her bloody legs, pulls a black shirt on
over her top, thrusts her bloody feet into a pair of heavy
shoes and finally tugs on a black leather jacket.
She goes to the mirror, turns, trying to see how her profile
looks with the towel stuffed in her back.
She turns, about to leave... then realizes that her hands are
red with her own blood. She hurries to the sink, rinses them
off, and rinses the blood off of her face and neck, then
grabs her bag and heads out the door.
EXT. AMY'S HOTEL - NIGHT
Amy comes unsteadily down out of her Hotel.
EXT. DARK STREET - NIGHT
More shadows than light.
She comes around a corner and onto a narrow street, moving
fast, her feet making loud echoey clip-clops on the street.
There's a bum, dressed in rags, leaning up against the wall
of a building.
As she approaches him, he stirs slightly. Then she looks more
The man is eating something very crunchy. He stares at her
blankly as he picks crickets off the wall and devours them,
one by one. He offers her one, and smiles.
Amy leaps back, turns and runs. Some distance down the
street, there seems to be a flicker of light, a trace of
She scrambles toward it. It's coming up from a subway grate.
She throws herself down on it.
Down below she can hear the roar of a subway train passing
below. Indirect, flickering light shines up from below.
She looks up. There's a subway entrance. She hurries toward
INT. TOKEN BOOTH - NIGHT
Amy comes down the stairs. No sign of life. The fluorescent
lights flicker - some dead. Amy fumbles for her metro card.
This is one of those unattended entrances with entry through
the top-to-bottom turnstiles.
She starts through the turnstile. Then with a squeak, it
sticks and she finds herself stuck half-way through, unable
to move forward or backward. She tries to back out, but the
thing won't turn in that direction. She heaves forward. It
finally gives way. She looks this way and that, back through
the turnstile, she sees her bloody footprints leading all the
Amy hears footsteps echoing towards her. Through a large
mirror at an intersection, she sees the source of the
footsteps. A cop on the beat.
Amy looks down and sees she is standing in a pool of her own
blood. The footsteps get louder.
She sees a stack of newspapers next to her on a stand. She
grabs one and throws it down in front of herself to cover the
blood. It soaks threw in no time. The Cop is nearing the
corner. She grabs another, then another, and throws them
down. The pool of her blood leaks from under them all. The
cop rounds the corner, he has a baton he taps against his
Amy grabs the whole stand and tips it over. With a loud
SMASH, it spills the newspaper everywhere. As the cop walks
in front of Amy, the blood is hidden beneath the pile of
newspapers. Amy bends down to attend to the mess.
She makes eyes with the Cop and shrugs her shoulders at her
"mistake". The Cop smiles and nods, and keeps on walking.
The sound of his footsteps vanish down the corridors.
Amy collects herself with a few deep breaths, and moves on
towards the platform.
INT. SUBWAY PLATFORM - NIGHT
Amy stands on the platform as a train whooshes into the
station at HYPER-SPEED then stops instantly in front of her.
The doors hiss open and Amy is greeted by the tall Odd-
looking Conductor. She pushes past him.
INT. TRAIN - NIGHT
The train lurches forward as Amy makes her way through the
usual crowd of CELEBRANTS.
She finds Joey sitting court in the middle of the train car.
He's wearing a pair of terminator sunglasses.
Amy approaches. His face seems sickly pale in the flashing
He moves abruptly, a slight turn of the head -- toward her.
Well look who's back. What now?
I need... please... please help me.
Help you with what?
Amy hesitates an instant, then tugs open her shirt, revealing
the gaffer's tape that holds the rolled-up towel to her back.
She works at it. Finally, it tears. She tears it straight
down the front of her chest as Joey watches, passive.
Her chest is stained with blood. She licks her fingers and
wipes the blood away from the middle of her chest. Joey's
eyes narrow. He leans forward to study it. He leans in
closer, hesitates, then leans back, looking Amy in the eye.
Wow, are those real?
Amy doesn't react.
Okay, you're not in the mood for my light-
hearted banter. What the hell, this isn't
my idea of paradise either.
I don't understand. Why aren't I dead? Or
am I? Please...
Life, death, they're not all that
different, really. You can find your
death in your life. You can find your
life in your death. Round and round and
round you go.
Please, help me.
I am helping you.
Then explain what the hell is going on.
Why did I have a knife buried in my back?
Why am I seeing dead people walking
around? Why is there a guy with Pins in
his head stopping by in the middle of the
night for a chat.
She gets in his face.
Why am I not DEAD!
There's a jolt as the train starts to pull into the station.
The light from the station begins to illuminate the inside of
the car more clearly. Joey leans back from her.
Whoa. It's time to give in Amy, you're
just fighting it too hard. Forget about
the truth, forget about reality, just sit
back and enjoy the ride. There's nothing
you can do anyway. We're all just piece's
in Winter's little puzzle.
You're willing to do anything to find the
That's what I find most attractive about
you. Well, that and the fact that you
have a great ass. You and I are the same
really, we're both willing to take it as
far as it will go, to the edge, to the
You know what our biggest problem is Amy
Klein? Neither of us know when to get off
the God damn train.
The train jerks to a stop, tossing Amy a little. She regains
her footage and turns back to Joey but in the flickering
fluorescent light, Joey's skin suddenly looks sickly pale.
He doesn't answer. He doesn't move.
Joey come on. Let's get off the train.
Right now, you and me.
He still doesn't move. Amy reaches out a shaky hand and takes
his glasses off.
(voice trailing off)
You and me...
Joey's eyes are empty, glazed. He's dead. Not only is he
dead, it's clear that he's been dead for awhile.
Then she freezes when she realizes the sound has completely
dropped out around her.
All she can hear is her heart beating.
She slowly turns around to find that all of Joey's Celebrants
on the train are also dead and surrounded by the familiar
buzz of flies.
Some of the dead are hung from the hand rails by HOOKS AND
CHAINS, their throats slashed, eyes gouged, bullet holes in
the head, etc...
A large female cenobite is sewing the filleted skin from one
Deaders throat open to reveal his vocal chords. He makes a
sound at Amy and his chords vibrate.
But there's this one COKE HEAD GUY who was snorting a line
when Amy got on the train.
He looks normal as he snorts up the last rail off his hand-
She studies him for a moment when suddenly he turns to her
and we get a good look at his FACE.
The entire left side of his face has rotted away and we can
see the powdery coke lining his decaying left nostril.
Looks like the party's over.
Suddenly all she can her is the LOUD ROAR OF THE TRAIN.
Amy stumbles back, turns to run into the next train car and
smacks right into-
MARLA CHEN. A horribly decaying Marla Chen.
At first Amy is confused but then something clicks behind her
eyes as she shoves Marla back down the train car.
Why did you do this to me?
The trains screeches into the station and the doors HISS
We have to go...
I didn't have any other choice.
Amy looks down at her shirt as BLOOD begins to soak through
What's happening to me?
Marla grabs her hand and starts to pull her along.
Please. We've got to go!
That's for you to decide.
Amy looks around the platform, as if deciding what to do.
There's a little panic in Marla's voice.
You see, that's the problem right there.
I'm supposed to help you. Like... Like
Winter helped me. But I don't know if I
Then why are you here?
To try... Because I have no other choice.
No turning back now-
(re:how she looks)
Know what I mean?
No, I don't. I don't know one God damn
I just want to go home.
Marla gives her a comforting smile.
Then let's go home.
They jump down to an abandoned track and head into the
INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - NIGHT
A strange twisting tunnel with eerie blue lights. Pipes
running along the ceiling, dripping water and hissing steam.
Amy and Marla march quickly towards camera.
Marla what... what happened to you?
I put my head through a noose and I
jumped ten feet down. They cut me down,
and Winter breathed into me, and I was
alive. And everybody was happy... and
like, congratulating me...
Marla's eyes are wet with yellowish tears.
And for a while, it was great. But it's
like being a tightrope walker... you're
walking along on this rope, and then all
of a sudden, it's like you realize -- I'm
walking on a rope a hundred feet up in
the air. And that's when you fall.
struggles to control herself)
I tried to end it. That's when you found
Why are you doing this? Why am I here?
For the reward from it all.
The tunnel starts to take some weird twists and turns.
They stop and Marla turns amy in her direction. The place
starts to tremble, a train is approaching from far off.
But it isn't enough for somebody else to
stick a knife into you. You have to come
to the point where you can do it to
yourself -- that's the acceptance. The
final preparation before you give your
soul to it. Willingly.
But why? What it is all for?
That's the missing link. That part he
keeps to himself. But he promises an
eternal paradise filled with the ultimate
pleasures. We just can't be afraid. And
we can't have any doubts.
Guess I screwed up on that part.
The tunnel is narrowing, the train is right around the bend.
Amy turns to the sound of the rumbling train.
Fear is where you go to learn.
Amy spins back to her. "Huh?"
Sorry. I told you there's no turning back
Amy. Only he can bring you back.
Amy's attention is on the train, it roars in at full
Amy turns around just as the train is about to run through
them to find WINTER, arms open for her.
(screaming over the train)
All roads lead home.
INT. A BED - DAY
Amy's eyes abruptly pop open.
She's lying on a white pillow, with white sheets tucked up
over her. She turns her eyes to one side. There's a hospital
curtain, the kind on a railing, pulled closed around her. She
She's lying in a hospital bed. She tries to move, but she
realizes her hands and legs are tied to the bed by large
leather straps. Charles is there, in a chair, watching her.
He takes a sip of coffee. She struggles with the straps.
Amy don't fight it, it's only going to
make things worse.
Her eyes dart around the room in a panic.
What the hell happened?
I didn't hear from you. I went over to
your hotel. You were lying on the
floor... covered in every kind of stuff
that can come out of a human body...
Amy looks down at her gown, expecting a large red stain, but
there's no blood.
Okay. Every other kind.
I don't... I mean I didn't...
You were sort of... having a psychotic
episode, sweets. Major mental blow-out.
And frankly, it's about time. Jesus you
were tied down for a day and half.
(off her look)
Listen, I'm trying to get you out of
here, back to London, but with the damage
to your hotel room... They're not going
to be so quick to let you go.
Amy takes a look around the psych ward. PATIENTS walking
aimlessly, mumbling to themselves, arguing with unseen
opponents, rocking back and forth in catatonic states.
Look, Amy, you probably won't have to
Amy feels a sudden rush of relief. A little nervous laughter.
Hey, Charles, Charles... this is the best
news I've had in a long time.
Well, there you go. A whole new
definition of optimism.
What about Marla Chen? The story?
They found her dead in her room. She hung
They found her. You mean the police?
Yeah. She'd been there awhile. Probably
did it right after she sent us the tape.
Where is she?
Jesus, I don't know. Does it matter?
No, I guess not.
But this is a good story too. Call it,
"My Psychotic Episode" -- or, wait, maybe
"Psychotic - Episode One." Or "Psychotic
Pilot Episode." You know, some play on
words with episode.
Look, there's a lot of raw material
around here. Emphasis on the word "raw."
Maybe they'll let you use a felt-tip pen
or something to take notes.
Somebody pulls the curtain aside. It's an ORDERLY. His name
tag identifies him as M. KIRCHER. This guy's a little out
there, like maybe he's been dipping into the medicine cabinet
a little too much. His eyes nervously scan the room, like
somebody's watching him.
Well look who's back. How we feelin?
She motions to the straps.
Sorry. They're for your own protection.
The way you were flailing around when
they brought you in -- somebody was bound
to get hurt.
(he chuckles to himself)
Get it. BOUND to get hurt.
Amy doesn't laugh. Doesn't even crack a smile.
Don't quit your day job.
What's say we lose the charm bracelets
(turns to Amy)
Unless of course you somehow find all of
this -- stimulating.
Don't drag me into your fantasies
Kircher obliges and scribbles something on a folder at the
end of the bed. Charles leans over, gives her a little peck
on the cheek. As he does, he whispers to her.
I'll see about getting a camera in
He stands, winks at her.
When you get a chance, check out the
public area. It's a swinging place. I
mean, like, they're literally...
He heads out. Amy watches him go. She waits a beat, and then
hops out of bed. She looks around for Nurses and Orderlies
but there's no one around. She exits frame.
INT. PSYCH WARD/COMMON AREA - DAY
Blank walls lit with flickering fluorescent lighting. There's
a TV hanging from ceiling in the corner showing TIME-LAPSE
PHOTOGRAPHY of a blooming rose (a little homage to the
We move to find a various assortment of PATIENTS, but none of
them are watching the TV, they're too busy entertaining
themselves and their invisible friends.
Amy enters cautiously, feeling a little threatened by the
other patients. She looks around, not sure where she should
plant herself and then she sees her-
A LITTLE GIRL (age 6) sitting off by herself in the corner of
the room drawing pictures. A few of them (a half human/half
monster clawing at a closet door, a child screaming, a child
running from the monster, a child holding a butcher knife,
etc.) are taped on the wall behind her.
Amy walks over to her. There's just something about her.
Mind if I join you?
Please. I'm drawing pictures.
I can see that, they're lovely.
Want me to draw your picture?
I'd like that very much.
The Little Girl stares at Amy and focuses in on her features.
We can't see what she's drawing as her little hand starts to
move across the sketch pad.
But there's something a little off. Her hand doesn't move
like a six-year-old would draw, it moves with the confidence
and control of an adult's.
Amy tries to get a glance at the portrait. The Little Girl
pulls it close to her.
I'm sorry, you're right.
With a few more strokes the drawing is complete. The Little
girl studies it, pleased with herself.
She spins it so Amy -- but not the audience -- can see it.
CLOSE ON AMY -- her eyes wide with terror.
What do you think?
AMY'S POV as we get our first good look at it.
It's Amy's face as a CENOBITE, twisted and stretched in a way
that begins to reveal the skull around her DARK EMPTY EYES.
There's also that nasty knife wound in the center of her
chest with hooks stretching the skin back and to the side.
LITTLE GIRL (O.C.)
I only draw what I see... Amy.
Amy backs away from her, trembling.
How do you know my name?
The Little Girl giggles. Amy turns to the other drawings that
the Little Girl has taped to the walls.
hey too now all look like Cenobites, some look like Deaders,
one looks just like WINTER...
No... this isn't happening.
Amy gets up to run but then she freezes when she sees-
MARLA sitting on the opposite side of the room. But here's
the thing. She looks fine.
Amy walks over, hesitant, confused.
Marla doesn't seem to recognize her.
Marla! You're alive.
You say that like it's a good thing.
Marla takes a long quiet look around the room and then leans
in close, unable to keep up her charade.
You know he's watching us.
Winter. This is where he sends all the
trouble makers. Tries to show us who's
boss. Tries to make us believe.
So it is real?
As real as you want it to be. We all have
our own version of the truth, some are
just more screwed up than others. But you
wouldn't know that, because you still
don't know the truth.
I don't understand.
You will. You see that's the point. All
this, "Deaders", "Cenobites", whatever
you want to call it, it's all about
solving the puzzle. Part of that puzzle
is you. Finding the secrets that are
hidden within you.
Marla pokes a finger at Amy's heart. Right on her wound.
- in there. And as soon as you find that,
as soon as you face it, you'll be free.
Once and for all.
he pulls back into her chair.
Me -- I'm still looking.
But what is it all for?
Ultimate pleasure -- more than anyone,
even those who have solved the puzzle
before us, have ever known. Conditions of
the nerve endings the likes of which your
imagination could not hope to evoke.
Marla stares at Amy deeply. The breaks into a smile.
...at Least that's what they say.
Marla looks around the room to see if anyone is watching her
and then she takes Amy's hand and leans in close.
Problem is Winter can't solve the puzzle.
Only a few chosen ones -- with just the
right amount of depravity and loneliness
in their soul -- can.
So he's been on this quest for years,
searching for that mythical person who is
both willing to join us and can also
solve the puzzle. And it would seem, Amy
Klein, that that person is-
Bingo baby. Sorry.
She's trying to give Amy a clue without tipping off anyone
who might be watching her.
He has to be there for you Amy. And he
will be. Like he was for all of us.
That's the key. Without him, you can't
come back. It's you he wants. Its you he
needs. Remember that above all.
Marla looks down at Amy's chest. Amy follows her stare to
find blood starting to soak through her hospital gown. Amy's
eyes begin to glaze over.
Looks like you're running out of time.
Amy leaps up from the table and suddenly Marla is gone. In
fact the whole room is empty and dead quiet. A pool of blood
lies beneath her seat. She staggers a bit as she moves
INT. CORRIDOR - DAY
The main corridor. It seems to go on forever.
Amy turns back to the common area. Empty.
The she hears the familiar sound of A LITTLE GIRL SCREAMING.
It's faint and echoing.
Amy turns back down the corridor to the Little Girl's voice.
It's all about finding the truth...
Amy starts to slowly make her way down the long cold
With each step she takes, the walls of the corridor become
whiter, slowly bleaching out. She looks below her and sees
the blood now draining from the wound.
She stumbles back slowly and turns as the LITTLE GIRL'S
Then she hears the BANGING and RATTLING of a door. Like
someone's fighting to get out.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY (FLASHBACK)
AMY'S FATHER half walking, half stumbling out of one of the
rooms at the far end of the corridor. He's dressed in a
stained white tank top shirt, his eyes glazed and distant.
He's knows the source of the noise -- and he's pissed.
INT. CORRIDOR - DAY
Back to scene.
Amy keeps stumbling down the corridor.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Now Amy is within the flashback. She looks good, no blood,
almost peaceful. Her father looks down the corridor toward
Amy, but doesn't seem to see her. He turns and storms off in
the opposite direction.
Amy can't believe what she's seeing, but she can't help
herself. She follows him.
INT. CORRIDOR - DAY
Back to scene.
Amy is stumbling more than walking as she grows weaker with
every step. Her eyes begin to glaze over and her vision is
beginning to blur.
She looks down to find the trail of BRIGHT RED BLOOD trailing
behind her on the otherwise PURE-WHITE floor.
When she looks back up she finds herself in-
INT. HALLWAY - DAY (FLASHBACK)
The hallway from Amy's childhood home. Her Father is now only
a few steps in front of Amy as he reaches the door to his
He turns into it and we follow Amy as she steps into the
office behind him to find-
INT. FATHER'S OFFICE - DAY
The CLOSET DOOR rattling at the far side of the room. The
Little Girl (who we now realize is a YOUNG AMY) is screaming
on the other side. We now know this door. Her Father marches
toward it, his rage building.
INT. CORRIDOR - DAY
Back to scene.
Amy screams out to him.
Leave her alone!
INT. FATHER'S OFFICE - DAY(FLASHBACK)
His hand tightens around the knob.
He opens the door, raising his free hand, ready to strike a
YOUNG AMY stands there quietly, with the sweetest smile on
Then HE SEES THE KNIFE. The BUTCHER KNIFE in YOUNG AMY'S
But it's over in a blink as she quickly buries it deep in his
He stumbles back from the closet in slow-motion as-
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDORS
Amy screams. She reacts to the violence.
Her vision is blurring and fading fast as her life rushes out
She turns back to her Father and everything is in slow-motion
Her Father stumbling back.
Amy losing consciousness.
Her Father falling backwards. The knife buried up to the
handle in his chest.
Amy hitting her knees and wobbling there for a beat, trying
to hold on.
Her Father's head falling backward.
Amy's head falling backward onto the floor.
Young Amy stands there and stares without emotion
WE HOLD TIGHT ON AMY'S FACE FROM ABOVE as her eyes flutter
And then- Young Amy all alone in the world. Stands there over
the body. We see for the first time a smile from the young
INT. WINTER'S ROOM - DAY
AMY'S EYES SNAP OPEN as we quickly BOOM UP to find her lying
on a mattress in the middle of the floor surrounded by-
THE DEADERS. She's in the middle of the ritual. The Deaders
are all chanting. Marla and Joey are there.
My skin isn't real. My eyes aren't real.
My muscles aren't real.
My bones, my heart, my veins and nerves,
and flesh and meat... aren't real. What I
see, what I hear, what I taste, what I
touch, what I remember, what I think,
what I feel, aren't real.
With a glance she can see that the PUZZLE BOX, in its solved
configuration, sits on a make-shift altar at the head of the
WINTER is towering over her at her feet. He holds out a knife
-- THE FAMILIAR STILETTO -- for her to take.
You've gone through this before Amy. Go
through it again -- with me.
Amy has a sudden look of resignation, mixed with a little
relief. She reaches out and slowly takes the knife from
That's it. I knew you were the one. The
second I saw you, I knew you were the
The chanting continues.
My skin isn't real. My eyes aren't real.
My muscles aren't real. My bones, my
heart, my veins and nerves, and flesh and
meat... aren't real. What I see, what I
hear, what I taste, what I touch, what I
remember, what I think, what I feel,
Amy looks at Marla. She looks deader then ever. She chants
with the others. Winter holds the knife closer for Amy.
Amy looks at the PUZZLE BOX. RAYS OF LIGHT start to stretch
out like hands and swirl from the PUZZLE BOX.
THE ROOM STARTS TO RUMBLE.
A BLACK VOID starts to take shape and swirl behind them.
Winter is pleased.
It's working. I knew it.
He kneels down next to Amy.
Say it with us Amy. You have to say it
Amy's hands start to tremble.
Yes you can Amy. You're one of us now,
all you have to do is take this final
step and let the pain go. And welcome a
world of ultimate pleasures.
AN ARM, bluish white, stretches out from
the VOID trying to grab Joey who ducks
The Deaders break the circle around Amy as more ARMS reach
out from the void. The VOICES OF TORTURED SOULS, twisted and
warped, scream out for help in the wind that BURSTS out of
HOOKS AND CHAINS reach out and grab the outstretched arms,
dragging them back into the VOID. Back into Hell.
The Deaders turn to Winter -- they're all a little freaked
out. From the look on their faces it's clear that this isn't
at all what they expected.
Where are the naked chicks? The oil? The
It's not what Winter expected either.
Finish it Amy.
Amy steels herself with sudden resolve.
I don't think so.
And with that Amy SLAMS THE KNIFE Into the makeshift alter
next to her.
And that's when-
PINHEAD steps through the void and into this world. A few
All the Deaders step back - this is weird... even for them.
Amy leaps up and stumbles back as Pinhead slowly approaches
Winter, carefully studying him as he does, until he's right
in Winter's face.
I see that evil does run in the family.
inter is plays it tough. But it's all an act.
Your lineage is of a craftsman. You
should have stayed in the family
business. I sacrificed my mortal self for
It's mine now. It belongs to me.
That's where you're painfully wrong. We
belong to it.
It created you, and it can destroy you.
Amy, finish it!
When it is done with me -- perhaps -- but
I'm afraid one's own personal hell is
eternal, as you will soon see.
Pinhead takes in the Puzzle Box on the makeshift altar, the
The box is not just the map of the road --
it is the road itself.
The ultimate experience.
Experience is a funny thing boy, it likes
to test us first and teach us later. Are
you sure you can pass the test? Are you
sure you want to?
You can't hurt me.
It's not the first time I've heard that.
AND THEN IT'S HOOKS AND CHAINS TIME.
They reach out from the void all around Winter and stab into
him. He screams out in complete agony as they tear at him and
stretch his limbs to the point of ripping them off.
AND THEN THEY STOP.
And it won't be the last.
Winter's screams subside as a rush of pain surges through
him, numbing him.
He's just able to turn his head to Pinhead and crack the
slightest "fuck you" smile.
Winter tries to talk, but the skin around his mouth is
stretched too tight.
When you attempted to challenge evil you
entered into my domain. There is no way
in but through me.
Pinhead gets in close to Winter's face.
Careful what you wish for.
Now we can see the terror in Winter's eyes.
It just might come true.
Winter screams as he is finally torn apart by the chains.
Pinhead turns his attention to the DEADERS.
This world, it obviously disappoints you
all. Perhaps that's why you choose to
begin this journey. And as long as you so
willingly accepted, allow me to finish
off what he started.
And out of the darkness an oversized MENACING CHAIN comes
FLYING OUT, HARPOONING straight through the midsections of
all the deaders lined on the right side of Amy. Piercing
them at all different levels.
Then another chain HARPOONS the Deaders on the left side. The
Deaders look like fish on a stringer. They dangle there,
suspended by the chains.
And as for you. You opened the box, you
brought us all together. You chose
wisely. I'm pleased.
I didn't want any of this. They used me
to open the box. I didn't choose to do
Amy looks to Marla, she's got the fear of god in her. Pinhead
sees Amy looking for help.
She's one of us now Amy. Now a guide to
the far reaches of pleasure. To a world
where suffering is taken to higher level.
You opened the box.
I didn't mean to. I only wanted the
And now you have it. But knowledge comes
with a price -- and it's time to pay.
What about them?
We see the CENOBITES now with snake-like tongues working
their way up the line of Deaders towards Amy. They're
preparing each one as they pass. Poking them with large pins,
piercing them, stitching them, filleting them, etc...
They belong to me now. They offered
themselves willingly through him to me --
And now it's time for you to do the same.
Amy grabs the knife from the floor and points it at Pinhead.
It won't be that easy this time. But yes,
your Father is with us too. And he's
waiting for you.
These words pierce through Amy. She looks at Marla, now
barely hanging on to any signs of liveliness. Her head lifts
up to Amy.
You're here to stop this Amy. He needs
your soul willingly. Don't let him take
you. Don't go willingly.
Marla looks at the knife. Amy gets it, she only has one way
out. Marla can see the uncertainty in her eyes.
Its over. Winter is gone. You can't come
back. You won't become a Deader...or one
Marla looks to Pinhead, then back to Amy. They both know what
she has to do.
(her final words)
Only he can bring you back.
Amy sees the meat hanging off the chains. It used to be
Winter. She glares at Pinhead with a sudden look of
confidence, like a light bulb has gone off and she can
finally see her way out. She raises the knife high in front
The two SNAKE-TONGUED CENOBITES move in closer to Amy. They
can't wait to have a little taste.
For a moment, Pinhead is pleased, then Amy begins the DEADER
CHANT, but reverses its meaning.
My skin IS real. My eyes ARE It's too late to save
real. My muscles are real. My yourself. Your soul is mine
bones, my heart, my veins and and mine alone. Your Father
nerves, and flesh and meat... is waiting for you. He misses
are real. What I see, what I you so much.
hear, what I taste, what I (louder)
touch, what I remember, what The only way out Amy Klein --
I think, what I feel, is is THROUGH ME.
The Cenobites freeze for a beat and turn to Pinhead. They
haven't seen that before.
She stares Pinhead right in the eyes.
I didn't give my soul to him...
Amy points the knife at what's left of Winter.
...and I'm not giving it to you.
And with that Amy thrusts the knife into her chest. Pinhead
The room starts to fill with a BRIGHT LIGHT. The Puzzle Box
starts to close as-
Pinhead and the boys are sucked back into the void, which
closes behind them.
Amy looks up from the knife planted deep in her gut-
- AND SMILES. She tips out of frame as the screen bleaches
white and we-
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. CHARLES RICKMAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Where we suddenly find ourselves lost in some bright
flickering space, filled with the sound of static. Abruptly,
the static vanishes, the flickering space congeals -- and we
realize that we are watching a television screen.
And as we PULL BACK, we realize that we are seeing a news
report on from SNN (Satellite News Network).
We are in Charles's office. He's there watching this new
Images of what appear to be a terrible explosion fill the
frame (stock footage from a terrorist attack in London
perhaps?) Cars on fire, imploded building, panic in the
The door opens and his assistant BETTY comes in. She watches
Charles for a moment.)
I just talked to the Police. Still,
nothing. She's just gone. Left her hotel,
left her clothes, left her money. No sign
of her anywhere.
See no Amy. Hear no Amy...
Just like Marla Chen. Apartment just left
empty. No trace. The police say its to
early to file an official report.
(off his concerned look)
Do you think they she with foul play?
(off the TV) I don't know, I just don't
Too bad, too. It would have made a hell
of a story. (beat)
I'm sure she'll come walking in here any
minute, carrying with her my story.
Charles watches the report on the TV. Pandemonium in the
It's a hell of a story, too. It just gets
better and better. And it looks like I
just may need somebody else crazy enough
to go get it.
Maybe you have. Your three o'clock's
Betty leans her head out of the room signalling someone out
in the hall to come in.
A YOUNG BOMBSHELL REPORTER enters, holds out her hand to
Charles who suddenly perks up as he takes it and leads her to
As he does we move past Charles and the young reporter to the
TV. A REPORTER reports live from the scene of a terrible
Over the continuing images of this destroyed building,
surrounded by police cars and fire trucks , the sirens
blaring over all the confusion,s Charles courts the reporter.
CHARLES REPORTER (V.O.)
Miss Turner. It's a pleasure Witnesses say the building,
to meet you welcome you to located at the corner of
our team. Let's cut right to Poteilari and Minvara just
it, shall we. imploded. Firefighters have
I received this tape which I been on the scene for several
would like to show you...and hours now. Sources say the
well, I think it's a story only thing that seemed to
you could really wrap your survive the collapse of the
head around. I hope your building was a this, (she
willing to do so... holds up the puzzle box) this
small relic, found
We move past the image of the puzzlebox on the TV and settle
on the FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH of AMY AND CHARLES in happier times -
- smiling. Probably the first time we've seen a smile on
AMY'S FACE since the last time we've seen this picture.
We get a sense that maybe she's finally at peace.