The Last Horror Movie Page #5

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But before you condemn me...

you ought to be able to answer

one question.

How much is a single human life

really worth...

compared to doing something that

hasn't been done before?

Everything?

Well, let's put it

this way.

If you sold your TV...

and gave the money

to some aid organization...

some child in Africa would live

a little longer, wouldn't they?

But you're not going to sell

your TV, are you?

So human life isn't quite worth

everything, is it?

I mean, it's not worth as much

as your TV, for example.

Now, would you have sold your TV

to save that woman's life...

given the option?

Well, if you think "yes"...

then why not

for the African child?

And if you think "No"...

then what are you giving me

a hard time for?

Well, it's about this woman...

who discovers that

she can listen in...

on other people's thoughts.

And at first

she thinks it's really cool...

and she starts listening in on

all her friends...

and she works out all these ways

of making money from it.

But then it all starts

to go wrong...

and she finds she can't stop.

What, she can't turn it off?

No.

It's like she becomes

addicted to it.

And?

Well, I haven't worked out

all the details yet...

but that's the basic idea.

Right.

Well, it sounds really

interesting.

Sounds like a nightmare to me.

Well, that's the point.

Imagine what would happen...

if we all knew what we really

thought about each other.

I'd go for it.

Oh, bollocks you would.

No, actually,

you probably would.

You'd have no friends.

But that's only if you couldn't

take what they were thinking...

which really means only if

you can't see yourself...

for what you really are.

Oh, the man of truth.

At least I'm open to it.

No, you're not.

You couldn't take what people

really think about you.

- I think I could.

- You sure about that?

- Absolutely.

- All right.

You've got this idea that you're

some sort of unique artist...

when in fact you're just a c*nt

who shoots wedding videos.

Now you've got this idiot

following you around...

filming conversations

like this...

as if it was something, like,

fascinating and adventurous...

when it's just

4 drunk people...

sitting around

talking bollocks...

like people have always

talked bollocks.

It's a total sham.

Hey, well, you said

you could take it.

Oh, great.

That's fine.

I'm really not bothered.

You're not, are you?

No.

Yeah, that's what I like

about you, Max.

You do not give a f***.

Actually, I do give a f***...

but not about that.

You may say

I should give a f***...

about this, for example.

I've lost my wife.

My children have lost

their mother.

I just...

I...

I just want to say

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