Masters of Horror

Look! What is that?

Mum, are you okay?

Oh, I must have dozed off.

- Anyone come in? - It's been quiet.

- I don't know how we make it. - Daddy left us some money.

Were you dreaming about daddy?

I don't remember my dream.

For those of you who just came to.

Welcome to Doom Room, boys and girls and...

whatever else that is sitting out there in the dark lying to themselves.

Our matinee today is Top Notch, Kabuki Skincrawl.

But... I hasten to add that what you will see here this afternoon,

though shocking is not just some jaded exhibition, but is based in science.

- What do you want? - What do you got?

- What do you want? Leave us alone. - We can't do that.

We are the youth of America,

endeavoring against insurmountable odds, to eke out a living.

- My...! - Just get on with it, okay!

Which one of you guys is older?

Hey, he asked you a fucking question, Wrinkles!

I'm older.

Really? That's nasty.

You're a little liar, aren't you.

Stay still.

- What... what. What do you? - Hey, Wrinkle working here.

This is our fucking office hours. You wanna hold her down.

Hey! We are just here for the red, Boxx!

- Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! - We just here for the red. Just the red.

It's gonna heal, okay.

- I hope you animals die! - Yeah. That'll be nice.

The death toll in the US alone from months of terrorist blitz attacks

is now officially over 9 million.

And 7 American cities, including New York and

Los Angeles remain destroyed by the war.

In local news, murder statistics in Muskee have officials more concerned than ever.

This week alone there have been a reported 57 murders and 80 rapes.

And chief of police Harris advises citizens...

Should have burned it to the ground.

Anyone stupid enough to go there is asking for it.

Tell me again how it was with daddy.

You must be tired of that by now.

I wasn't born yet when he went off to fight.

Only Anna was.

He knew your soul. The sweet girl that you'd be.

- He sang to me when I was inside you? - Everyday.

Rock-a-bye Peggy on the tree top.

When the wind blows the...

- Kate, it's Gerri. - Please, I'm hungry.

The customers do not want to see you. Just stay away!

Gerri!

It's Peggy.

You are always the good one.

I gotta go.

- Where have you been? - I went in front to get some air.

Can I bring you anything while you decide?

How are your lubricants prepared?

Four coffees. Black. We try to hold it down.

You can try to hold it down, but you know that I'll win.

Today's special is burgers and the pie is fresh.

Pie? Does it come with the kitty and the grandma we can torture?

We don't eat pie. We fucking despise pie. We want meat. Big nasty pieces of meat.

- Alright, Celia? - The bigger, the better.

- Like I said, the burgers... - Well, there's the... the**.

I ought to get your coffees and put in your order.

We gonna need a couple of pounds of ice, angel.

Crushed.

Sure.

We gotta get there, Jak. They're waiting. They're gonna buy from somebody else.

It's gonna hold. We have ice, it's gonna hold.

I want to go to the piss.

Can you fucking believe this?

Have you tried these colors?

Did you make these?

The pies?

My mother made them.

Pies aren't very popular at your table.

Yeah, my friends are **.

They say pain transforms the sensitive into cynics. I read that somewhere.

- What's your name? - Peggy.

You ever out of here?

You never go anywhere? Or is this like your existential mode?

Your arc?

No.

- How old are you? - I'm almost 17.

Do you have a boyfriend?

I bet you want to see the world?

My mother says that there isn't much left of the world.

Plenty left, if you know where you to go.

Is that her?

I don't think my mum likes seeing your friends in here.

You're pretty.

I bet everybody tells you that.

I might be in your neighborhood tonight.

I don't sleep a lot. My mind kind of have its mind of its own.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I... usually go out around midnight. I take in the devastation.

Maybe I'll see you around, Peggy.

You have a girlfriend.

Her?

She is just something to scribble on.

You...

are something I haven't seen in a long time.

- What does he want? - Just talk.

About what?

Pie.

Look at them. No respect for anything.

They just want something to eat, like everyone else.

He is nice.

We're closing early. No charge for the coffee

- We didn't get our burgers. - We want our food.

Sorry.

- You're not sorry. - I want you all out of here.

- I don't know what to say to you. - She's a bitch.

- Cunt. - Shut up, Celia.

We don't eat where we're not welcomed.

- Hey, bitch cunt... Is that your daughter? - Shut up!

You shut up. Is that your daughter?

I feel sorry for her.

You got something ugly inside of you and it wants out.

I don't wanna be around when it starts hissing.

You fucking skank. We don't want to be here anyway.

Screw you, little sweetie. Fuck you.

They're from Muskeet. I can smell it on them.

They weren't hurting anyone, mother.

They came to exploit us. To exploit you.

- He was being friendly. - It was a trick.

Everything people in Muskeet do is a goddamn trick!

I'm not losing another daughter.

I have to grow up sometime.

What you have to do is make your father and sister proud.

Be what they can't be since the world murdered them.

You are the future of our family.

All that we have left.

Is it obscene? Or is it Science?

Poetry or pornography?

You have to be the judge.

Come on, take a stand for once in your vacuous insufferable lives.

The act you will see in a few moments is not an offering of mere sensation

but a bona-fide scientific demonstration.

Not for the faint of heart, nor the weak of will.

Let me caution those of you whose nerves are not what they used to be.

Get the fuck out now!

No, no.

Couldn't sleep. Went for a walk. I'm fine...

Pie is good. You're asking for trouble, angel.

What are you doing in here?

Short circuiting tragedy.

The world has big teeth.

Eats girls like you for kicks. If somebody is not looking out for them.

Expose their bathroom windows and shut like a joke.

Anybody could just pass in.

And you came to fix it?

I came for the pies.

Well you can't be in here. We're closed.

Maybe you just look that way.

- You never told me your name? - Jak.

With no "C".

Oh! Where did it go? You have to have a "C".

What will you do, if you have to say "cat" or "California"?

There is no more California. Haven't you heard?

I heard.

Come here.

I'm not going to hurt you. Come here.

It's my sister Anna's. Anna usually wear lipstick.

So... do you always come out after dark?

We gotta go after it. Or I don't come after you.

I like that.

So what do you do? There is nothing to do.

- Did your mother tell you that? - I've heard around.

You don't need to know what around is, do you?

Not exactly.

Did you tell me that you'd be around tonight,

so I'd come here and you could hurt me

Maybe I hoped you could take away my hurt?

They say everybody gets what they deserve.

Well, I hope they're right.

Come on.

- Aren't you tots out a little late? - Not yet.

Mummy let you out?

Jak, I should go home.

Don't you want to get out?

I shouldn't be out long. My mum will be worried sick.

We got places to be, Jak. Things to sell, Jak.

I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Except what you want.

Smile...

I wanna RIDE...

with my twisty turvy baby

by my SIDE...

As we... As we whiz along the highway.

We'll hug and snuggle

and have a little STRUGGLE!

Struggle, the act of promiscuous love play, usage evolved during W.W.III..

Personally recommended.

You can have your walkin' under moonlight beams.

At a hundred miles an hour let me DREAM my fucking DREAMS.

Feels good, doesn't it?

It's alright.

Now. Yes.

Snacks anyone?

- What is it? - It's what's inside your head, angel.