Dark Rising

MAN (chanting): Danska, Vitara...

Leokad...

Kucin...Katara...

Dansk-Vitara...

katara-viska...

Viska-Ro...

MAN (reading): Menda, rotran...

-Daddy? -Summer...

You gave me quite a scare.

Sorry daddy.

Why aren't you in bed?

I couldn't sleep.

Listen to me, Summer.

Daddy's got a lot of work to do.

Maybe I can help.

What language is it?

Nothing you've ever heard.

Maria?

That's mommy right?

It's time to go to bed.

Please can I stay up just a little later...

Pleeeeassse...

Well you could...

But if you do...

...then you'll have the tickle monster to deal with.

In to bed!

Come on, under the covers.

Raaaargh!

Dad, no singing.

But I have such a beautiful voice.

Tell me a story.

Summer...

A short one.

-Promise? -I promise.

Okay, a short one.

Now close your eyes.

And tell me what kind of story you want to hear.

A monster story!

A monster story?

But there's no such thing as monsters.

Yes there are!

Have you ever seen one?

No.

See...

How about a story about a Princess...

and her father the King

who loves her very much.

Daddy,

your female characters come off a little superficial.

Not this one.

Because this story

the princess was the most beautiful in all the world.

Really? What did she look like?

Well, she had long, beautiful brown hair,

and gorgeous hazel eyes.

And her smile

was just about the most precious anyone had ever seen...

One day, when she was all grown up,

her prince did come

and made her the happiest princess in the whole land.

Why does the Princess need a Prince to make her happy?

Do you want to hear the story or not?

Come on, lie down.

MAN (reading): Menda...

Menda-Ro...

Menda Rotran Carno Matron.

Menda Rotran Carno Matron.

Menda Rotran Carno Matron.

Menda Rotran Carno Matron.

Summer?

Menda Rotran Carno Matron...

Vytal Krank Overt Mantron.

Vytal Krank... Overt Mantron.

Oh, damn.

Daddy?

Summer!

Her body might not take the strain.

It's still in its testing phase.

What if she dies?

WOMAN (annoyed): Earth to sleeping beauty!

You coming or what?

You know...

It's not so much that women are evil... it's not.

It's just that men...

...as in, me... men.

Well, we've gotten soft.

We are a society of men raised by women

and we're a bunch of pussies.

Pardon my language.

I mean look at me.

I'm sitting here

and I'm staring at the ring I gave my high school sweetheart

and I'm damn near tears.

It's really pathetic.

And I bet you're wondering what I'm doing with it.

Well, my high school sweetheart

decided we were finished...

so she packaged up the ring

and she sent it to me in the mail.

No explanationay!

Just a sparkling ring in a clean white envelope.

Now you tell me...

Is that fucked up or what?

Yeah, that's fucked up.

I want you to have it.

Before I give this to you,

I want you to remember something.

Every time you look at this ring

I want you to remember something...

One day you're going to meet someone special.

And you guys are going to have a lot of good times

and a lot of good memories...

And then one day you're going to think...

you're going to be wrong, but you're going to think it...

I wonder if there is someone else out there for me,

I wonder if I deserve better?

And I want you to remember that you don't.

You don't deserve better.

Okay? You got that?

I'm sorry, I'm rambling.

I'm sure somebody out there said

a helluva lot better than I just said it.

Probably like Shakespeare.

Or Kevin Smith.

Oooh, Nickelback...

But it hurts, man.

You know, it really hurts.

Take the ring.

And remember what I told you, okay?

Give me my ring back.

I told you so didn't I?

What?

I tried to warn you.

I tried to warn you, but nobody listens to Ricky.

Can we just drop it?

What a whore. Oh dude,

it's still fresh.

What a bitch?

Better.

You're going to feel really silly,

when we get back together though.

Are you serious?

That's sad. That's very sad.

Shut up. Please.

I thought you said there were going to be models.

There's models. They're inside.

Well, let's go in.

I'm tired, man.

I'm taking a break.

You're taking a break?

What is it that you do

that you need to take a break from?

See that's the thing...

Working with models,

it's harder than it looks.

I mean...

They bitch, they complain, they eat like pigs.

You wouldn't think it looking at them,

but they're machinges, man...

they eat everything before I even get a chance to--

And don't do that.

Do what?

Judge.

Don't judge me.

Are you done?

Yeah, I'm done.

Can we go in now?

Let's go.

Yeah, real hard work Ricky.

Don't judge.

Hi, Ricky.

You shoot porn, man...

Keep it down, man.

There's no pornography going around here...

do you see anything here that even resembles pornography,

because I don't.

This is a commercial shoot for a chat line service;

a legitimate business with legitimate requirements.

And one of those requirements just so happens to be

a very pretty lady, dressed provocatively

pretending to talk on the phone.

Why?

Why Ricky?