A Haunting in Cawdor Page #4
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- 2015
- 100 min
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Lights out at nine.
Hey, we're all gonna go watch
old plays in the TV
room, wanna come?
Sure.
So on a scale of
one to 10, how bad
do you think this run's
gonna be in the morning?
(laughing)
Uhh, Man of La Mancha?
[Lance] No!
Booo!
[Brian] A Flea in Her Ear!
[Lance] Oh sweet Jesus, no!
[Brian] Richard the Third.
[Tina] Oh come on, blech!
Yeah, here we go, crazy kids,
stabbing horses, nudity!
Equus it is!
[Voiceover] Have you never
You know (mumble).
[Tina] Okay, all right.
(neighs)
This one particular horse
called Nugget, he embraces.
The animal digs his snout into
his cheek, and in the dark.
[Melissa] (on TV screen)
Take your sweater off.
[Kevin] (on TV screen) What?
I will if you will.
(eerie music)
(door lock clicks)
(ghostly whispers)
I put it in her.
(mumble).
(door creaks open)
(whispers intensify)
[Voiceover] (on TV
screen) He was in the way.
[Kevin] (on TV screen) No!
No more!
No more!
Equus, thou God seeth nothing!
(groaning)
Kill me, kill me, kill me!
[Tina] Well that was
some f***ed up sh*t.
(laughing)
Yeah.
So 'cause the guy
couldn't get it on with
the girl, he just stabbed
the horse's eyes out?
It's not that simple.
Religion and God and sex are all
mixed up for the
kid, plus he saw
his old man coming
out of a porno show,
that'd give anybody limp dick.
(laughing)
You're smarter than you look.
Sexy.
Hey big boy, that
was a compliment.
Hey Mackenzie,
walk with me and
I'll show you exactly
how smart I am.
Let's go!
Charles'll be busting
our chops soon anyway.
(laughs) All right,
well I'm hitting the hay.
Ha, no pun intended.
Me and the comedian are
gonna get out of here.
Goodnight, Vivian.
Yeah, I get it.
You don't like me.
But maybe you're frigid?
You don't know me.
I know your type.
The hot girl, thinks she's
better than everybody else.
Thinks that perfect
guy is going to
come along and take her
away from her shitty life.
Well that guy don't want
you, you're damaged goods.
You say you're in
here for shoplifting?
I say bullshit!
Whatever you really
did, you better
get used to guys like me 'cause
I'm all you're gonna get.
(dramatic music)
Macbeth, 1994.
(thunder booming)
Help me!
Help me, Vivian!
(gate slams shut)
Jesus, Roddy, what the hell?
That's how my mother
used to greet me.
Sorry, I just,
you surprised me,
but what are you doing here?
I was looking for
some part time work,
but I think Lawrence
is already in bed,
so I'm just gonna have
to keep coming back.
[Charles] (blows whistle) Hey!
You two in the bushes!
Knock it off, lights out!
I think that's my "cue".
(laughs) You get
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