Berberian Sound Studio Page #4

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and bloated with bile.

A whore's menstrual syrup

with a black widow's venom.

A chiffchaffs plumage infested with lice.

Our vile, thick elixir runs through your veins.

Here comes the Sabbath,

there goes the cross.

Wait, Monica.

I'm sure this is the place

where they were buried.

How is she doing'?

Terrible.

Mumbling and moaning. Listen.

According to the scripture,

they were all tortured here.

There must be a clue somewhere.

Cut! Cut!

See what happens when you let

Santini's dick direct this film.

Again!

Reel 1, scene 13, take 3.

Teresa and Monica venture into the poultry

tunnel underneath the Academy

unaware of the witches' putrid corpses.

Wait, Monica.

I'm sure this is the place

where they were buried.

I'm sure of it. Why else would

they try to keep us out?

According to the scripture

they were all tortured here.

There must be a clue somewhere.

Cut! Cut!

Even a hamster could do

a better job than that.

How about being a little more convincing?

Francesco, I need to rewind the tape...

Leave it, just let her scream!

Again!

Gilderoy, go out there and give her hell.

I can't.

Make her cry!

Are you going to do it or not?

Easier this way.

Excuse me.

There's a terrible noise

coming from the headphones.

Keep them on, you need your cue.

- More.

- It's already too much.

More! More!

Go to hell! You and your film!

Where's she going?

We were only joking.

- Find another Teresa. Get off me!

- Elisa, we need you!

Father, we praise you

and proclaim you as our Lord.

Eternal Father,

the entire earth worships you.

Angels sing to you

and the powers of heaven.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of the Universe.

Heaven and earth are full of your glory.

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