Jimmy and Stiggs (2024)

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He knows

when you're alone.

He knows when you're afraid.

And when he finds you...

your high-pitched scream

will go flat.

The Piano k*ller.

I don't get it.

How the hell did he get here?

Practice.

The ultimate weapon

has struck a chord...

...with a madman.

Now it's his way...

Oh, hello. Back for

another piano, I assume.

...or the Steinway.

He has no idea I'm onto him.

Oh, my God! Piano!

He has your keys.

Keys...

He reads your notes.

He's in your bass...ment

Piano!

The Piano k*ller.

Keep your eyes open

for anything suspicious.

He's the world's

most dangerous pianist.

Keep it moving, come on!

And you're in deep,

deep treble.

Piano!

The Piano k*ller.

Pray you're not noteworthy.

Clark?

Clark, are you okay?

Don't go

in that house, b*tch!

It's okay, honey. It's safe.

Alex!

Don't go

in that house, b*tch!

Guys, I think

we should get out of here.

There's something wrong

with this place.

Oh.

Don't go

in that house, b*tch!

We gotta go help him, man.

-Don't go in that house.

-We gotta help him.

Are you f*cking stupid?

I'm gonna do it.

Don't go in that house, b*tch.

Don't go

in that house, b*tch!

There ain't

no cops or nothing?

Where the white people at?

But you just wouldn't listen.

Ow, f*ck! That hurt!

Ah! My face!

Don't be curious,

please be shy

Go in that house

and you will die

Why?

Why?

Jesus.

I thought you'd died.

Hey. I got off late.

So I'm, like, an hour behind.

Do you wanna meet there?

Because I'm f*cking starving.

Yeah, good luck.

The place is gonna be jammed.

Do you want me

to just not come?

Are you trying

to blow me off again?

Alright, look.

Get ready, come over here.

I got booze. We'll drink a bit

and figure it out.

Obviously plans

are gonna change.

There better be food

or I'm gonna

eat your f*cking face off.

I prefer

you have that for dinner.

Sounds like we got a plan.

I will come over

if you have food.

Look, if you're that f*cking

hungry, I'll order food now.

-I got booze. We hang here.

-OK. Excellent.

Hold on.

My manager's calling me.

I'll see you

when you get here.

I need some good f*cking news.

What do you got?

-They're passing.

-What?

You told me this was

a done deal.

They're f*cking passing?

You're a wild card

without Stiggs.

A f*cking wild card?

All the f*cking movies

I've made that made

so much money

for these scumbag suits?

I'm just telling you

what they're telling me.

f*cking tell them

to get f*cked, dude.

Swallow your pride,

patch things up,

for everyone's sake.

We'll get a green light

with Stiggs.

I ain't talked to that

m*therf*cker in four months,

and that's not changing.

You're not being rational.

You keep telling me

you're broke.

You need to look at this

from a business standpoint.

You know what, Theo?

How about

you go f*ck yourself?

Alright, m*therf*cker?

f*ck!

f*cking c*ck

m*therf*ckers.

f*cking douchebags.

I swear to f*cking God...

Can't believe

these f*cking c*ck.

Theo, I'm going to fire that

m*therf*cker, I swear to God.

Fire his f*cking a*s.

Six months f*cking wasted.

Ah, f*ck.

Ah, f*ck.

The f*ck? f*cking earthquake.

Yeah, just what

I f*cking need.

Bring this whole f*cking

g*dd*mn f*cking city down.

Topple over f*cking C.A.A.

next to those f*cking

c*ck douchebags.

Alright.

Just calm down.

Have some booze

and have a good night.

Activate phase two.

Another one?

Two of them in a row.

Third time's a charm.

I want that son of a b*tch

to have a huge, gorgeous c*ck.

What the f*ck?

That's not

a f*cking earthquake.

m*therf*ckers.

What the f*ck?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, f*ck. The f*ck?

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

f*ck.

Hello?

Oh, f*ck. Oh.

Oh, sh*t. The f*ck?

What the f*ck was...?

The f*ck is going on?

What the f*ck is going on?

Oh, f*ck.

Help! What the f*ck?

What the f*ck?

Let me down. Let me down!

What the f*ck? Let me down.

f*ck.

f*ck. I can't move

my f*cking legs.

Why can't I move my...?

Oh, God, my head.

Oh, my f*cking head.

What the f*ck? What the f*ck?

Oh. No. No. Oh.

What the f*ck is that? Oh.

Oh, f*ck!

The f*ck?

OK, seriously?

What the f*ck?

I've been outside,

beating on your door

for ten f*cking minutes.

It's locked,

but I see your car here.

So, I don't know if I'm just,

I don't know,

jumping to conclusions here,

or maybe it is what it is

and you're in there with

another f*cking chick,

huh, Jimmy?

So now is the time to tell you

to say goodbye

to these big f*cking

juicy t*ts. OK, Jimmy?

Say goodbye

to this tight p*ssy

that you said

you loved so much.

You've never f*cked

a p*ssy this good.

Yeah. Say goodbye,

f*cking loser.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh! g*dd*mn it.

g*dd*mn it.

f*ck you!

I gotta record this.

I gotta put it down somewhere.

Last night I blacked out

for 12 hours,

and this wasn't

a normal blackout.

It was different, like a big

chunk of missing f*cking time.

It made me remember

this TV special

that I used to watch

with Stiggs.

It sent us down

this rabbit hole

of being obsessed

with alien abductions

for the rest of our lives.

In the special this guy,

John Redgrave,

this government official,

he would talk about

how he was abducted

night after f*cking night.

He had these sharp pains

in his jaw and in his head

from some kind of implant

or f*cking something.

And he would find

these orange-glowing

blood chunks

all over his f*cking place

just like I'm finding in

every single room at my place.

He had big chunks of missing

f*cking time, just like I did.

I need to find out

if I was abducted too,

because if I was,

I'm gonna take

those f*ck out.

Boom! A flash of light

blasted across the room.

And then those little b*stards

were gone.

Not a trace of them.

Except the blood

that was all over my carpet.

They created this circle

around me, you know.

Those f*cking eyes

looking at me.

Then I couldn't move my arms,

I couldn't move my legs.

I was frozen.

And then they were gone

and I was somewhere else.

I realize there's

no other explanation for this.

I gotta f*cking talk to Stiggs

because who else is gonna know

what I'm talking about?

All these people claim

to have had something

implanted into them,

possibly for tracking,

possibly for mind control.

Many claim to have been unable

to control their own bodies,

as if they're

being puppeteered

by a strange force.

Flashing, visions,

throbbing pain.

It's all getting

f*cking worse.

I'm gonna lose my mind.

I've called Stiggs

over and over,

left him message

after message.

The m*therf*cker

ain't getting back to me.

People wonder

why I don't wanna

talk to this m*therf*cker.

It's a matter of life

and f*cking death

and Stiggs won't

get back to me.

There's nothing

Stiggs could do

because the sun's going down

and those little melonhead

iguana f*ck

are gonna be back soon

and when they come back,

I'm gonna be f*cking ready.

Once the memories

would come back,

you started feeling

the repetition of it.

The movement was very odd.

It was almost like levitating.

They would glide, in a way.

It's there where they took me.

They bulldozed it

a year later.

This is the first tooth

they took.

It was replaced by

some kind of tracking device.

What you don't hear is that

they're incredibly strong.

There's no way

I could fight back.

This thing flew towards me.

I smashed a bottle

of whiskey over it, and its

arm started melting off.

The alcohol

is what saved me.

I've been drinking

every day since.

It was weird, I've never felt

anything like that.

I don't know, man,

I just kind of feel sometimes

that maybe they cloned me.

And from that moment on,

I've never been the same.

You don't understand.

They control your mind.

You're telling me the X-rays

didn't show a g*dd*mn thing?

That means it's... It's not

mechanical, it's biological.

And that thing is growing

inside me. I can feel it.

There is something

growing inside of me.

And you gotta cut it out.

You still don't believe me,

do you?

You can't stop them.

No matter where I go...

...they will find me.

I gotta get out of here.

Jimmy. You here?

Hello?

-Stiggs?

-Oh, Jesus, you're here.

What the f*ck? Why'd you leave

my f*cking door wide open?

Something's trying

to get in here.

How the f*ck

did you even get in?

The spare key.

Yeah? Well, you shouldn't

have f*cking came, man.

You called me three times,

so I figured I'd come by.

So you f*cking call me back,

man. You don't just barge in!

Did you listen

to anything I was telling you?

That's exactly why

I f*cking came.

So you believe me?

-Obviously not.

-Obviously not?

You think I would just make up

some wild f*cking story

about an alien abduction

to get you here?

Why would I do that?

Maybe you wanted

some attention.

You think I wanted

some f*cking attention?

I got alien blood all over

this g*dd*mn apartment.

I got an implant

in my f*cking head.

And now I've got some as*h*le

in my g*dd*mn face!

No, Stiggs,

I don't want attention.

I wanted a f*cking friend.

I haven't had that

in a long time.

f*ck you! That is not fair.

You wanna talk about

fair, Stiggs?

How about

six f*cking months ago

when you decide out of nowhere

that we're not gonna be

friends anymore?

We're not gonna talk.

We're not gonna

f*cking do anything!

20 years of

f*cking friendship,

20 years of memories,

20 years of f*cking movies

we've made together

right out the f*cking window.

You expect me to be around

someone like you

while I'm trying

to stay sober.

-Is that it?

-You need a drink.

It'll help loosen

your dumb a*s up.

I don't want a f*cking drink.

Is that the g*n from...

from...?

Satanic Summer.

Yeah. What about it?

What the f*ck

are you doing with it,

wandering around

like a madman?

So when those fish-colored

f*ck show back up

I can jam this barrel

into their f*cking melon heads

and blow their sh*t brains

all over the f*cking wall.

Then assholes like you

who think I'm insane,

you can f*cking

eat your words.

In the meantime, take a hike.

There's the f*cking door!

What, you gonna sh**t it

with blanks?

Yeah, that's what

I'm gonna f*cking use.

I f*cking told you

to get the f*ck out of here.

I'm not f*cking leaving now,

m*therf*cker.

Wait, are those real?

Damn f*cking right they are.

The f*ck are you doing

with real shells?

I got a f*cking cool g*n

for a movie

and I wanted to see

how it f*cking shot.

Get it the f*ck

out of my face.

You think I'm gonna

waste shells on you?

Get f*cking real

and get the f*ck out.

Starting to believe me?

Good. You should.

Don't make me

f*cking tell you again.

Let's say

aliens f*cking exist.

-They do.

-You're telling me you're

going to k*ll one

for the first time

in human history?

I'll be the second one

to f*cking cut

one's arm off and the second

to f*cking hurt one

so I don't mind being

the first to k*ll one.

Don't f*cking refer

to Redgrave again.

The guy is a piece of sh*t.

Stiggs knows best.

Stiggs always knows best!

I know best about this, man.

Jesus Christ.

Alright, look. I really gotta

get out. How about this?

I'll leave this sh*t with you

and you set up

your Home Alone traps.

-Go f*ck yourself.

-But I take the g*n with me.

Why is that?

If I knew you had

f*cking live rounds,

-I never would have left it.

-Oh, what? Are you scared?

Yeah, you're freaking me out.

I'm worried about you, man.

All of a sudden

you're worried?

If you were really

worried about me,

you would have stopped by

when I was on my spiral.

You would have called.

You would have answered

a f*cking text.

I don't want

the Stiggs f*cking sermon.

I had a lot of

f*cking sh*t going on.

Dinner reservations?

You know what

I've had going on?

A bunch of that

f*cking bullshit.

f*ck this.

I'm taking the f*cking g*n.

Wait. No, m*therf*cker!

-Oh, f*ck!

-Give me the f*cking g*n!

Give me the f*cking g*n!

Get the f*ck off!

Get the f*ck... Piece of sh*t!

f*ck! f*ck you!

Don't you put your hands

on me, m*therf*cker.

f*cking Stiggs.

Give me that f*cking bag!

Give me that f*cking bag!

I f*cking need it!

Give me my f*cking

sh*t back, as*h*le!

f*ck!

You know what? I'm done.

This is the last f*cking time

you're gonna see me.

You should have

f*cking left, Stiggs.

You should have f*cking left.

It's too late.

f*ck this.

It's too f*cking late, man.

Hey! Open this f*cking door

right now, man!

f*ck!

- Oh, f*ck.

- Turn the f*cking lights on.

Do I look like

I turned the lights off?

What is this sh*t?

They're f*cking here,

like I told you.

Get the f*ck

away from the door.

Get the f*ck

away from me.

I'm opening this f*cking door

right now.

I think

I just heard something.

I just heard something. f*ck.

Did you just open the door?

Is the door open?

What the f*ck is this?

- I don't know.

- It's f*cking brick!

Are you

f*cking kidding me?

How did you f*cking

put brick behind this door?

What is this

parlor-trick bullshit?

- Shh!

Let me

the f*ck out outta here!

I'm gonna

knock you out

if you don't shut the f*ck up.

Can you hear that?

What the f*ck

is that?

Shh! It's in the f*cking room.

I'm gonna f*cking

sh**t this thing.

What the f*ck?

Stay behind me.

I'm moving in. Stay behind me.

Holy sh*t.

Oh, f*ck!

What the f*ck?

Stiggs! Stiggs!

Where are you, Stiggs? Stiggs?

Oh, f*ck! Oh, f*ck.

Oh. Oh, sh*t, Stiggs.

What the f*ck?

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

How'd that f*cking feel?

Where are the rest

of you m*therf*ckers? Huh?

Come on. Come on. Come on!

Stiggs?

Stiggs, where are you, man?

I f*cking got one!

I f*cking blew its head

right off, man!

f*cking slimeball.

I'm going to blow your...

Where's your f*cking friends

now, huh?

Oh, you f*ck. Yeah. Not

f*cking moving, are you, now?

You c*cksucker.

You Tonka-toy piece of trash.

Oh, f*ck.

You f*cking melonheads, huh?

You wanna f*cking take out...

...Stiggs, huh?

You f*cking...

f*cking melonheads.

I swear to f*cking God, man.

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll

all of you f*ck!

Yeah.

You f*ck are dead!

Stiggs!

You f*ck think

you could take Stiggs, huh?

f*cking anchovy

m*therf*cking assholes.

Huh? Where the f*ck are you?

f*cking...

The f*ck.

Oh, you f*cking c*ck.

I've been f*cking ready.

I've been f*cking waiting.

Alright, m*therf*ckers,

I'm f*cking ready.

f*ck. The f*ck? f*cking door.

I'll blow this f*cking door

open, I swear to God.

f*cking slimy little f*ck,

alright. You m*therf*ckers.

f*cking aye. I'll f*cking blow

this f*cking door apart!

f*cking as*h*le! Oh, sh*t.

You. Mother. f*ck!

f*ck!

f*cking as*h*le!

You f*cking piece of dog sh*t!

c*cksucker!

Oh, f*ck!

f*ck!

You m*therf*cker.

You m*therf*cker.

f*ck.

Alright, m*therf*ckers.

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll

all of you.

You f*cking assholes, huh?

The f*ck's that feel?

Any more of you

f*cking c*ck in here?

f*cking blow apart

all your g*dd*mn melon heads.

I swear to f*cking God.

Oh, f*ck me!

f*ck you!

m*therf*cker. How the f*ck

did that feel, huh?

f*cking c*ck

sardine f*cking scumbag.

Huh? You f*cking scumbag.

Now I'm gonna

f*cking k*ll every...

f*ck.

Oh! g*dd*mn m*therf*ckers.

The f*ck!

f*ck. What the f*ck?

Oh, sh*t. f*ck.

I'll f*cking k*ll you!

I'll f*cking k*ll you!

Come on, mother...

You m*therf*cking scumbag!

Oh, I cannot f*cking wait

to k*ll

every single one of you

anchovy sardine-looking

f*cking scumbags!

Jimmy. Jimmy,

open the f*cking door, man.

Please, it's Stiggs.

There's something out here

with me. It's coming for me.

How the f*ck

do I know it's you, man?

You've been gone

for 30 f*cking minutes!

Jimmy, what the f*ck?

Open the door. Hurry up!

-f*ck!

-Get the f*ck in, Stiggs.

Why the f*ck didn't you k*ll

what was out there?

I didn't have anything

to defend myself with.

That slimy f*ck, I'm not gonna

touch that f*cking thing.

Where the f*ck

were you, Stiggs?

What do you mean, where was I?

The power went out.

Then it came back on

and you were gone.

f*cking bullshit.

The power went out

and those things came back!

Shut the f*ck up!

Where the f*ck were you?

In this room

defending my life.

You think

this f*cking blood's mine?

You think that

m*therf*cker k*lled himself?

How many of them did you k*ll?

I k*lled three of those

m*therf*ckers, man.

There's a hell of a lot more.

Alright, I'm just...

g*dd*mn it, I'm telling you

what I experienced, OK?

I don't f*cking know

what happened.

It felt like five seconds.

I f*cking told you

not to come in,

not to f*cking come

through that door.

Agh! If we're gonna f*cking

survive this, Stiggs,

explain to me one thing.

f*cking tell me literally

the last thing

you f*cking remember.

I don't remember

a f*cking thing, man.

What's wrong?

My jaw is f*cking k*lling me.

-Your jaw?

-Yes, my f*cking jaw.

Oh, how g*dd*mn convenient.

The f*ck is that

supposed to mean?

30 minutes ago

I was telling you

about the implant

they put in my jaw.

You told me

I needed a f*cking therapist

and suddenly you come back

saying word for word

the exact f*cking problem.

That's what's

f*cking convenient.

I think that they took you.

I think they took you

and they did to you what

they wanted to do to me,

and they sent you back

to try to...

They didn't f*cking

take me anywhere.

It's me. It's Stiggs.

-Swig this.

-f*ck you, I can't do that.

-Swig it.

-I can't.

I've been sober

for six months.

I don't give a f*ck.

What's in that bottle,

that's the only thing that

takes those

m*therf*ckers down.

I don't think right now

is the best f*cking time

to catch a buzz.

Especially with those

f*cking things running around.

What, are you gonna

f*cking k*ll me?

I've already k*lled three of

you m*therf*ckers.

What's four?

You got three seconds to drink

what's in that bottle,

Stiggs. Three.

Why do you have

a f*cking machete?

Same reason

I got the shotgun. Two!

You really are f*cking nuts.

You know that?

You're f*cking nuts, man.

-One!

-Oh, f*ck!

Alright, I'll f*cking do it.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

You really are f*cking nuts.

You know that?

f*ck! You really

want me to do this?

Six f*cking months

down the drain?

Better than a lifetime

down the drain.

Alright. f*ck. f*ck.

Drink up. Drink up.

Swallow it, Stiggs,

swallow it.

There. Are you f*cking happy?

Give me the f*cking bottle.

f*ck.

g*dd*mn it, man.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna k*ll

all these m*therf*ckers.

f*ck. f*ck! f*ck.

I cannot f*cking die here,

man. Not here, not tonight.

Well, then collect yourself

and stop f*cking whining.

Alright, alright. Shut up.

Alright, how do we even know

this is real?

Take a look around, man. Does

this f*cking idiot look real?

Everything Redgrave said

is adding up, man.

They're controlling everything

about this entire

f*cking situation.

Oh, f*ck. What happens

if we k*ll them

and it doesn't go away?

What if we're stuck here?

In order to f*cking end it,

we need to end

the m*therf*ckers

controlling it

and break that line

of communication.

f*ck.

That's f*cking great, man.

Let's f*cking break it then.

-Where's your g*n?

-It's in the hallway.

Alright, alright. Then, uh...

Then what are we gonna

f*cking do, huh?

I finish this bottle,

I break it over that dresser,

like the one

inside that c*cksucker's head.

I'll help you

k*ll that bottle.

I'm not gonna be responsible

for you getting back

on the wagon.

Gimme a f*cking break, Jimmy.

You got me started.

And... Think about it.

If we go down tonight,

at least we go down having

one more round together.

Now I'm seeing the old Stiggs

come through. There he is.

If we make it, you gonna

be back on the wagon?

We'll talk about it

in the morning.

That sounds like a yes.

Calm your f*cking self down.

You gonna tell Tori

about all this sh*t?

That I was chugging scotch

all night?

About the f*cking aliens,

you moron!

I don't know.

Yeah, good idea.

Jesus Christ.

I can't believe this is real.

And you're looking at it.

Imagine what Daley's

gonna think

when he f*cking hears

about this.

Our middle-school

science teacher?

f*cking as*h*le.

He swore on his f*cking

wife and kids

his whole life that

these things didn't exist.

-Yeah. Nice call, Daley.

-Oh, God.

Well, I mean,

you were hounding him

with that alien autopsy

fact or fiction tape

as if it was

factual documentation.

You know what?

I showed it in the class

and that m*therf*cker

could not explain

how they shot that

on 1947 film stock

despite the fact

that they shot it in 1993

and the film stock had been

out of circulation

for 50 f*cking years.

And on top of that,

the godfather of special

effects, Stan f*cking Winston,

who created

the g*dd*mn Terminator,

said it was real.

He had no f*cking idea

how they made it.

Yeah, well,

boy who cried wolf.

What do you want?

I like to entertain,

to sensationalize.

I like to hyperbolize.

I'm a f*cking storyteller.

I was honing my chops.

It's worked out

pretty well for me so far.

Yeah. I mean,

look at this place.

Yeah, it's the Pickford

f*cking palace.

Lucky for you, it looks like

my career is gonna peak at 33.

No. No, no, no.

We're gonna get the f*ck

out of here and make

another f*cking movie.

I'm already two steps ahead

of you, like I always am.

I have thought

that m*therf*cker out.

The old two-handed pot boiler.

Two best friends,

caught in an apartment.

Brick f*cking walls,

an alien abduction.

The handsome lead,

the nervous

douchebag best friend

who doesn't make it

through the third act.

If anyone's

not gonna make it it's you.

You dropped the g*n

in the hallway.

The one you ran by

as you were

f*cking screaming

towards my door?

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

You gotta help me.

Let me in. Let me in."

Looks like our f*cking plans

moved up, buddy.

Let's f*cking go. Here,

finish that f*cking bottle.

Let's k*ll

these m*therf*ckers.

What if there's more than one?

I've k*lled

more than one of 'em.

Not at the same time!

There's two of us,

you f*cking idiot.

Alright, alright!

Come on, man,

finish the f*cking bottle!

Oh, f*ck yeah.

-Yeah! There we f*cking go!

-Oh, God!

That is f*cking great!

Alright. Let's k*ll

those m*therf*ckers.

Open the door.

I'll hop out

and split his

f*cking head open.

Alright. On one.

Three, two, one!

-Man, they're gone!

-What?

Stiggs?

Oh, f*ck.

It's f*cking jammed.

Move back, Stiggs. I'm gonna

blow this f*cking door apart.

OK, OK. I got it, I got it.

Ah, f*ck.

f*ck this.

Where's that

f*cking hunting knife?

Jimmy, where's your

f*cking hunting knife?

I've seen you show it off

a million f*cking times.

Are you out of the way?

You're gonna find out

every g*dd*mn answer

you've been looking for.

Every single f*cking question

you've asked me.

The answers are

inside that corpse

sitting in a fridge

at the county f*cking morgue.

So please, for the love

of God, open him up

and find out what the f*ck

it is that's inside of us.

Find out what the f*ck

k*lled my friend.

Find out what the f*ck

turned him

into something

I don't recognize.

Because I'm scared it's gonna

f*cking open up inside of me.

I'm scared I'm gonna f*cking

turn into a corpse on a slab.

Do your f*cking job

and figure out

how to save my g*dd*mn life

because I don't have

much time left

and I'm f*cking scared.

And I wanna know

what the f*ck k*lled Stiggs.

And I wanna know

-what's inside of me!

-Stiggs!

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

-f*ck you, you f*ck!

-Stiggs!

I busted that head open

like a piata,

wide f*cking open

like it deserved to be.

Those c*ck,

they're easy to take out.

f*cking... Ah!

c*cksucker!

f*ck!

f*ck.

f*ck you!

You f*cking as*h*le!

You f*cking c*ck...

Oh, you like that? f*ck you!

f*ck you!

You like a little whiskey

lobotomy, you piece of sh*t?

f*ck.

f*ck.

f*cking prick.

How's that for a f*cking

farewell to arms,

you piece of sh*t?

f*ck.

Jimmy?

You out there?

This f*cking thing

came alive, man.

I had to stab it to death.

Jimmy?

Stiggs!

Stiggs, would you get

the f*ck out here?

Jimmy, help me

out of here, man!

f*ck!

Jimbo.

Jimbo?

Holy sh*t. Jimbo, is that you?

Holy sh*t.

-Holy sh*t. Jimbo.

-What happened, Stiggs?

I thought we lost you.

OK, alright. I got

just the thing for you, pal.

One second, one second.

Now, let's see

what we got here.

Oh, f*ck!

Stiggs, my f*cking jaw!

Here we go, buddy. Here we go.

Here we go. Yeah.

Wet your whistle with that.

-Oh!

-Jesus Christ, dude.

You don't wanna

waste this stuff.

This is important.

This sh*t is useful.

Stiggs, man. Stiggs,

what the f*ck happened?

Hey, hey. OK, calm down.

You disappeared

for, like, three hours, OK?

-Bullshit! Bullshit!

-Those f*ck took you.

Bullshit, man!

f*cking bullshit!

Alright, fine. f*ck. Where'd

you go? Where'd you go, huh?

Where'd you go?

I don't know, man.

I don't f*cking know.

I do, buddy. I do.

Those f*cking scumbags

took you,

just like they took me.

f*cking scumbags.

I'll tell you what, though.

I got some good news.

I took out six of them,

just like you.

We've taken out a dozen.

I haven't seen one of their

f*cking faces in half an hour.

Except the ones that took you.

I haven't

accounted for those yet.

They look different,

so I will be able

to recognize them.

You know what, though?

We'll take care of them like

the rest of all these f*ck.

Blow them sky high.

The only issue is,

I think that f*cking head

might be scaring them away.

But you gotta admit, that's

pretty f*cking cool, right?

Hey, when we get out of here,

I'm gonna slap

that slithering f*ck

right on the hood of my car

and drive straight

the f*ck down Sunset

and I'm gonna show them

who's boss.

Oh, I forgot something.

I want to show you this.

Jimbo, come on. I wanna

show you this. Look at this.

I am almost through

to the other side.

I mean, that's gotta be...

That's got to be

at least six inches.

-I think we're almost there.

-My f*cking jaw, Stiggs!

I've gotta f*cking get this

thing out of my head, man!

OK, you need to relax, buddy.

Where's the f*cking

hammer, man?

This f*cking hammer?

No, dude, I'm not giving you

the hammer to rip

that thing out.

I'm trying

to get through the door.

This thing has to come

out of my head.

Give me the hammer.

I'm taking this thing out.

No. You said yourself

it's way too deep to do that.

If there's even anything in

there. I don't think there is.

What, are you f*cking dumb?

They put something

in both of our heads!

Hey, are you listening to me?

It is too deep to rip out.

Where the f*ck

are the painkillers?

Jesus.

They're in the bathroom.

Go to the bathroom.

Like you said,

you do enough of them,

you won't feel

a f*cking thing.

f*ck.

Three f*cking hours, Stiggs.

Three f*cking hours

those f*cking c*ck

f*cking melonheads

had me, man.

The f*ck

are they doing to us, man?

Mm. I don't know, man.

Whatever it is,

it ain't nearly as bad

as what we're doing to them.

-Have some of that.

-You f*cking smoking, Stiggs?

f*ck, yeah, I am,

as of two hours ago.

And you were right.

That sh*t helps.

By the way, my arm is

f*cking screaming right now.

I was wondering if you could

help me dig through this wall.

I really could use

a break, buddy.

Hey. You alright?

What the f*ck

is wrong with you?

What is...? What?

What are you looking at?

What the f*ck

is wrong with you?

Ten f*cking minutes away

from death!

They're gonna

f*cking k*ll us, Stiggs!

Why are you so f*cking happy?

What are we gonna do

about this?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Calm the f*ck down, dude.

It's just scotch, painkillers,

coke, a little smoke.

I'm on top of

the f*cking world.

You need to do the same.

You need to catch the f*ck up,

stop bringing

the f*cking house down.

Chop chop. Come on.

Get over here.

-Man.

-Grab the hammer.

What the f*ck

happened in here, man?

Hey, I don't know.

I know as much as you do.

I'm talking about when I was

gone for three f*cking hours!

You were gone

for 30 f*cking minutes, man,

and a whole hell of a lot

f*cking happened

in those 30 minutes!

What the f*ck happened?

Three f*cking hours passed!

I f*cking told you. I took out

a half dozen of those f*ck.

I probably f*cking hate them

more than you now,

so why don't you f*cking

shut up and get over here.

You did not k*ll

six of these f*ck

and not have

a f*cking scratch on you.

Sissy f*cking Stiggs! You have

never won a fight in your life

and suddenly you're k*lling

six of the strongest

f*cking aliens

-I've ever f*cking seen!

-Yeah. Hey.

It doesn't f*cking

make sense, man!

It makes total f*cking sense.

Wanna know how

I f*cking did it?

It's because I used

my f*cking brain, man.

I took out six of those f*ck

just like you did,

because I set them up.

Here. Here. Take this.

Let me show you something.

I had the shotgun and

I covered myself on all sides.

I sensed

this f*ck behind me,

so I whipped around

and f*cking blasted him.

His head, however,

stayed intact.

Then these two f*ck came

at me, tried to tag-team me.

That is when

I found your hunting knife

and I split that one

from c*ck to crown.

Oh, yeah, and this one

levitated out of the ceiling.

I started trying to drown him

in this f*cking tank

but he wouldn't f*cking die.

So I filled the tank

with about

half a bottle

of this Red Patch

and just started to...

That took care of him.

Whoa!

Then I found your, uh...

I found your extra shells

over by the bar.

Made everything

so much easier.

Wait, see,

the only way to k*ll them

is to destroy the brain

or remove the head,

just like zombies.

But I wanna keep

this one alive,

because I think this guy is

scaring the other ones away.

It'll keep them off our back

while we catch our breath

and try to get through

this f*cking wall, man.

Hey, I'm pretty parched.

Do you want a drink?

You look like you could use

a drink. You like, uh...

Uh... The Red Patch, right?

Red Patch?

No.

I got whiskey.

I see a hole, man.

What the f*ck?

The f*ck.

Ha! There it is.

The old Red Patch.

Stiggs,

what the f*ck are these?

Jesus Christ.

Sorry,

I totally forgot to tell you.

Those came out of the printer.

I don't know what it is.

This was on the f*cking TV

before those scumbags

sucked me up

and took me out of here, man.

This sh*t was playing

on the f*cking TV,

and these cops were saying

that this was

two f*cking days from now.

They were asking why I...

why I f*cking m*rder*d you.

What? Why the f*ck

would they say that?

What are you talking about?

Whoa, whoa! Jimbo. Wait, wait.

We gotta go back to get

those f*cking pages, Stiggs!

What are you talking about?

They were saying that

they found

your body in my apartment.

What? Here, in this apartment?

I'm telling you

what I f*cking saw!

-You saw the f*cking future.

-You think I would try

and k*ll you, Stiggs?

You would try to k*ll me

if you thought I was

one of those f*cking things.

I was gone

for three f*cking hours.

I think

you would try to k*ll me.

Watch this. Watch this.

Hold on, hold on.

-See? Looks like I'm alright.

-Give me this, m*therf*cker.

Looks like I'm fine.

Let me go grab those...

No, I want you to stay

right here in my sight.

-This is f*cking bullshit.

-No!

Get your f*cking hands

off me, Stiggs!

They're pitting us against

each other. Don't you realize?

The only thing I realize is

I'm gonna die

in this shitty

apartment tonight

and it's because of you,

that's what I f*cking realize.

It might not be you

who kills me,

it might be one of

those f*cking things,

but either way,

it's your f*cking fault.

You're the only f*cking reason

I'm here, man.

And I'm just going down

with the sinking ship again.

The S.S. Jimbo

plummeting to the bottom

of the f*cking ocean,

like always.

I should have f*cking cut you

out of my life

a long f*cking time ago.

Then you never would have

f*cking called me

or, if you did,

I never would've

picked up the f*cking phone.

I didn't wanna call you

for this exact f*cking reason.

Is every person

you're friends with

that takes a f*cking shot

a piece of sh*t?

You've been harboring this

for 20 f*cking years!

A f*cking shot?

A shot? You know why I'm

giving you the Stiggs sermon?

Every f*cking time

I've come over here

for the last ten years

you have been so drunk

off your a*s

I can barely talk to you.

You know how many people

have told me I need

to cut you out of my life?

Every f*cking zero that

I cut out of

my own f*cking life.

Oh, they're zeroes. You can't

imagine how many people it is.

They're not all

f*cking zeroes.

Take a f*cking look

in the mirror, as*h*le.

They're your friends

who can't stand

looking at you

in this way anymore.

-f*ck them.

-Look at this f*cking place.

It's better off you're sober.

You obviously

can't handle yourself.

Oh, f*ck you, m*therf*cker!

Oh, my God, my jaw!

Ah! God.

Oh, my God, my jaw.

Oh, sh*t.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

What the f*ck?

f*ck.

The f*ck.

f*ck. Oh, f*ck.

How's that feel f*ck? Huh?

Ah! f*ck you!

Now we're even, b*tch.

Come on, you got it.

-We're even.

-Yeah.

f*cking son of a wh*re.

You're k*lling f*cking aliens,

can't even f*cking hit me.

More like

a little f*cking b*tch. Yeah.

g*dd*mn it!

That is it.

That is f*cking it.

No more f*cking fighting.

You piece of sh*t.

This night's not over.

You need to get

your f*cking sh*t together.

f*cking c**t!

I'm gonna choke

that f*cking head.

Let's see how

you f*cking deal with that.

You wanna f*cking

punch me, b*tch?

How's that feel? Huh?

Ah, f*ck yeah!

Eat fan, you f*cking wh*re!

Eat fan!

f*ck you!

I'm gonna choke

that f*cking face!

Nice try, b*tch.

Come here, f*cking...

Take that, you b*tch!

You f*cking as*h*le!

You f*cking b*tch!

f*cking c*cksucker.

You f*cking c*cksucker.

-f*ck! Oh, g*dd*mn it!

-Get the f*ck off me, f*ck.

Come here.

Stiggs, don't!

Take that, you m*therf*cker!

-Take that, you m*therf*cker!

-Stop! Stop! Stop it! Stop!

Come here. Come here.

Don't you fight this, b*tch.

Come here. Come here.

Have some more of this.

You like that? Piece of sh*t.

How's that, Jimmy, huh?

Does it taste good?

What'd you say?

f*ck you, you f*ck.

f*ck, Stiggs.

What, are you trying

to f*cking k*ll me, man?

You punched me first.

Well, I wasn't trying

to f*cking k*ll you, man.

f*cking as*h*le.

You strangled me, you f*ck!

Yeah, and actually,

you know what?

It felt really f*cking good

to strangle that little

f*cking c**t throat.

-I'll tell you what.

-Oh, yeah, real f*cking good.

You know what? I think

that's what we needed, man.

What? To beat the sh*t

out of each other?

It's been brewing

for a long f*cking time, man.

But the best part...

...is that it made me realize

that you weren't

the little f*cking b*tch

I thought you were.

f*ck you!

You know what?

Sounds like you want me

to come back over there

and shove your f*cking

big schnozz

back in that

f*cking alien slime

until you f*cking drop.

-What's wrong?

-My head! Ah, f*ck!

Stiggs.

Stiggs!

Stiggs!

Stiggs!

Stiggs!

Stiggs, what the f*ck, man?

God f*cking damn it!

f*cking idiot!

Don't you f*cking leave me!

You f*cking hear me?

Try and take me, you f*ck!

Oh, f*ck!

-Jimmy!

-Stiggs?

Stiggs!

f*ck, Stiggs.

Oh, f*ck.

What the f*ck

is wrong with you, man?

Stiggs. You f*cking hear me?

-Oh, Jesus!

-It hurts so much.

It f*cking hurts so much, man.

Oh, f*ck.

Please, you gotta help me

take it out.

f*ck, man.

g*dd*mn it, just get me

a f*cking knife

and I'll take it out.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

It hurts

so f*cking bad, Jimmy.

Oh, God. I gotta cut it open.

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, g*dd*mn. Ah!

Oh, f*ck.

Jimmy. Help me.

It hurts. It...

It's coming out.

It's coming out.

Jimmy, help me. It's com...

Oh, Stiggs.

Jesus f*cking Christ, man.

What the f*ck?

Stiggs.

Stiggs? Stiggs,

wake the f*ck up, man!

Wake the f*ck up!

Wake the f*ck up.

Is this another one

of your f*cking

stupid sick jokes?

You f*cking prick!

You f*cking idiot!

Stiggs! Stiggs!

Oh, what the f*ck, man?

What the f*ck?

I swear to God

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll

every single f*cking one

for you, man.

I'm gonna tear this f*cking

thing out of my face too.

Oh, f*ck!

Oh! My f*cking head!

Oh, f*ck.

Is that it? Hm?

You wanna f*cking k*ll Stiggs

and then you wanna

f*cking disappear?

You m*therf*ckers.

You m*therf*ckers.

You m*therf*ckers.

Not even gonna give him

a f*cking chance, huh?

Why don't you f*cking

take me, huh?

If you're gonna f*cking

take him, take me.

You f*cking c*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

You f*cking c*ck, huh?

You wanna f*cking come back?

What the f*ck, man?

You were dead.

Hi, Jimbo.

It's better this way.

-No, it's f*cking not.

-Now open wide.

Get away from me!

Get away from me,

you f*cking piece of sh*t!

Jesus f*cking Christ.

I'm going to f*cking k*ll you.

You're f*cking dead.

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you,

you f*cking c**t!

You f*cking piece of dog sh*t!

Stiggs, what the f*ck

is wrong with you?

It's better this way.

I told you not to f*cking come

in this apartment, Stiggs!

I told you

not to f*cking come in!

Eat your own kind,

you piece of dog sh*t!

f*ck, Stiggs.

Oh, f*ck, Stiggs. f*ck.

Jimmy, help me.

Jimmy!

f*ck.

I gotta get this the f*ck out.

Oh! Oh, God!

Oh, f*ck you!

You f*cking

c*ck alien f*ck!

Get the f*ck out of me!

No! Oh, no!

f*ck.

T-minus 30 minutes until

the dissection of

human subject 7B.

Subject 5K is almost complete.

Oh, f*ck.

What the...? Oh, f*ck.

What the f*ck?

What the f...?

Oh, f*ck, no.

No, no. No.

Oh, no.

You f*cking slimeballs.

Holy f*ck.

I'm gonna get the f*ck

out of here and k*ll them.

f*cking whiny douchebags.

Are you f*cking ready, huh?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on,

you m*therf*ckers!

Alert. There is a breach

in the central hallway.

What the f*ck?

All personnel please respond.

Oh. Jesus f*cking Christ.

Jesus...

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t.

Oh, f*ck! f*ck, f*ck.

f*ck.

What the f*ck?

Oh, Jesus f*cking Christ!

Oh, f*ck. Oh, f*ck. Oh.

Subject has been contained

in the operating room.

-Please proceed as normal.

-Oh, f*ck.

We are 30 minutes away

from our destination.

Oh, sh*t. f*ck.

Oh, you f*cking...

f*ck you!

Come on, f*ck! Come on!

Come on!

f*ck you, you f*ck!

Alert.

What the f*ck

did they do to you, Stiggs?

What the f*ck

did they do to you?

I'm not going to let them

f*cking do it to me.

Not going to let them

f*cking do it to me.

I'm gonna get the f*ck

out of here.

Oh, f*ck!

Oh. Oh, no. f*ck. Oh, f*ck.

Those m*therf*ckers.

Alright.

Oh, f*ck. f*ck.

f*ck. f*ck. Oh, sh*t. sh*t.

sh*t. sh*t. f*cking God.

Oh, God. f*ck. f*ck.

Oh, f*ck!

Alright. Alright. Alright.

Come on, you m*therf*cker.

Come on, you m*therf*ckers.

Come on.

Oh, f*ck!

Oh, f*ck!

Oh, f*ck!

Come on, you m*therf*cker.

Come on.

You f*cking douchebag.

Yeah, yeah.

Alert.

Docking is set to begin.

All remaining personnel

engage your oxygen tanks.

Oh, f*ck.

Repeat:

docking is set to begin.

Oh, God. Oh, f*ck.

We will complete docking

in T-minus three seconds.

Oh. The f*ck. The f*ck.

Oh, you m*therf*ckers really

think you can f*ck with me?

Think you can f*ck with me?

Come on.

Motherf...

Oh.

Trying to f*cking

gas me out, huh?

Stiggs? Stiggs? Huh?

I know that's not

f*cking Stiggs.

You f*cking pieces of sh*t.

Come on.

Wait, what...? What the f*ck?

What?

Oh.

Come on. No. No.

No. No.

This isn't real.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

f*ck! f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

Alright. Alright. Alright.

Alright.

Alright, you m*therf*ckers.

Yeah.

You pussies gonna

show your face this time?

You gonna show

your f*cking face, huh?

Think you can fool me?

Huh? What the f*ck was that?

What the f*ck?

Huh?

What the...? What the...?

Oh, f*ck! f*ck!

Come on, m*therf*cker!

Come on! Come on!

You f*ck.

Oh, f*ck!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

m*therf*cker.

Oh, f*ck you! Come on!

Come on, you piece of sh*t.

Oh, f*ck!

Oh, God, f*ck this!

Oh, f*ck. Oh, f...

Oh, God. Here we f*cking go.

Alright. Alright.

Alright. Alright.

I'm gonna get you this time,

you f*cking c*ck.

Come on.

-I'm gonna get you this time.

-Impact imminent.

Shuttles evacuate

in three minutes.

Repeat: shuttles evacuate

in three minutes.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Yeah. You like that

f*cking saw, huh?

Come on.

You didn't f*cking like that,

did you?

f*ck you!

You c*ck alien f*ck!

Oh, f*ck. Oh.

Oh, sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

Shuttles evacuating

in two and a half minutes.

Oh, f*ck. What the f*ck?

Repeat:

two and a half minutes.

Impact is imminent.

Oh, f*ck, my hand. f*ck.

What the f*ck? Oh, no. No.

No, you don't try to get me,

huh? Oh, f*ck. Huh?

You f*ck

aren't getting me this time.

f*ck! Oh, f*ck!

Oh, sh*t! Oh!

Yeah! Get the f*ck

away from me!

Get the f*ck away from me,

douchebag!

Yeah!

Yeah, m*therf*ckers. Huh?

What's the matter, huh?

You m*therf*ckers

won't get me, I swear.

Oh, f*ck. No. Oh, no.

No. No. No.

I'll f*cking take this too,

huh? You f*cking assholes.

Huh?

f*ck. f*ck!

Oh, come on, come on.

You f*ck.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, God! Oh, f*ck!

Oh, you didn't get me

that time, huh?

I'll f*cking

cut off every f*cking limb!

You f*cking assholes

aren't gonna f*cking get me!

Shuttles evacuating

in one minute.

I'll f*cking do it myself.

-Repeat: one minute.

-I'll f*cking do it myself.

Impact is imminent.

You m*therf*ckers won't stop?

Well, neither will I.

Neither will I.

I'm gonna k*ll you too.

Oh. No.

Oh. Oh. No.

Oh, f*ck no.

Shuttles evacuating

in 30 seconds.

My f*cking head.

m*therf*ckers are trying

to get in my brain. f*ck you.

Oh, I'll take care

of that one too.

I'll f*cking take care

of you too.

You m*therf*ckers.

Let's see you f*cking like

this blade.

Impact in ten seconds.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, six,

five, four,

three, two...

I want you to show me around

the filming locations.

Yeah. Let's take a tour

through the haunted labyrinth.

Let's do The Gore Tour.

Here we are on the set.

Show me around.

AKA my apartment.

Um, this is the main room

where all the magic happens.

This is it.

Is this the hero chainsaw?

Yeah, I need to do

some repairs to it.

Where did you find this?

Lowe's. I was actually going

around trying out chainsaws

and having

my girlfriend take pictures

of how I looked

holding the chainsaw.

So, you production-designed

the whole movie?

Yeah. I mean, some of

the stuff was here before.

This art was up,

the place was purple.

I have a cinematic way

of thinking.

I want to be

sensationalized all the time.

I like... This is how

I like to live anyway.

-The hallway.

-Yeah.

I knew there would be

a lot of action in here

so I expanded the wallpaper,

and this is just old issues

of black and white comics

painted with Elmer's glue.

You throw black light on here

and it glows.

The bathroom still has

the paint on it.

Was this from

the actual blood splatter?

That was another thing. That's

how it was in the movie.

This is the hero bathroom.

What was here?

What did you do for the movie?

We shot multiple

scenes in here

where it was normal

before things happen.

When I wake up

in the spaceship,

this is the first part,

which is why

it's still duvetyned.

The duvetyne made it seem like

it went on forever and ever.

There was no door here

so we had to build a wall

over this with a doggy door

and I had to crawl through

the doggy door with my rig on,

put another piece

of Sheetrock in,

put the f*cking comic over it,

paint it,

and the only way out

was for me to actually bust

with my shoulder

through the door

with the camera rig on.

That's amazing. You turned

this into a spaceship.

By hand.

It's insane.

And shot it at the same time.

And acted.

It's DIY filmmaking, man.

That last shot we did

a week before we premiered

where I blew

the alien's head off...

...they had 400 feet of film

in the fridge and I'm like,

"I bet we can do

one more k*ll."

Shot that scene

in September 2024.

-And we're in April 2025.

-Yeah.

So you basically kept

the apartment

exactly like that?

I'm gonna keep it like this.

This is your office.

What did you sh**t in here?

All the initial sunset scenes

where I'm looking up stuff

on the internet.

So, every shot in here

we got at golden hour.

The very first alien fight

happens in here.

And our last big scene

that we shot,

the They Livestyle fight

scene with me and Stiggs.

The walls are still

exactly the same.

It's like you shot

this morning.

-Yeah.

-And you write in here now.

This is your office

where you work.

So, you... It's like

you like living in your movie

and living in the world of it,

creating the reality,

hand-painting it.

It kind of just keeps you

in that creative mood.

You're living this,

really living it.

-Yeah, I am Jimmy.

I had a big

16mm film collection

that I sold

to help finance this movie.

Our B camera.

This is the Aaton Minima

and I had bought this

for a previous film

where my actress

had the camera

attached to her on a rig.

How did the rig work?

This really shitty GoPro rig,

like a chest plate,

and me and my AC

kind of figured out

a way to lift up the camera

so that this thing was rigged

on my shoulder like this.

That way I could

move my hands.

What was this?

What did you turn it into?

How does it work?

I went on Amazon and I found

a kid's aged four to eight

build-your-own robot hand.

You basically take the parts

and you build

those old Terminator hands

you would see

when you were a kid.

Just stupid little

tricks like that.

You get a close-up

of the fingers

and then cut to the alien's

face and it sells like magic.

And then here,

how did you do these?

The old-school opticals.

I would sketch it out

on paper,

print it to animation cells,

invert it,

put my 16mm camera over it,

black out my apartment.

-You shot your own opticals?

-Yeah.

This is how I did them in

film school. This is it, man.

This is handmade filmmaking

at its best.

In here, in my bedroom,

when we would sh**t in here,

which was the opening scene

where I get sucked up

to the ceiling...

-Did you smash into it?

-Yeah.

You feel the jolt. I had stuff

in my mouth that falls out.

Did you almost

hit the fan?

I wanted to be

close to it

so I could hit it with

my hand.That was planned.

Did you get hurt

doing this stuff?

Oh, f*ck!

Not that, but I split

my head open in the movie.

I chipped some teeth,

I bruised a rib, I...

I did get f*cked up. Um...

What was the most

challenging scene?

When the body splits in half.

It took three days

to figure out how to do that,

because there's three people

with strongman things

pulling that thing apart

with rigs going through.

And then what about

the alien crawling out

with the two eyes?

It's literally clothes hangers

that are built into the eyes

and they're over the camera

and they're just

moving it like this

and we shot plates

and removed the wires.

There's still blood

all over the ceiling.

I don't even know

how to clean that.

Get an insert of that.

Like, there's...

Wow.

This is the head-blast alien,

the one that

we blasted the head off,

and then it crawls

on top of me,

basically fuses with me.

We wrapped all the rope around

my face going down my chest.

There was somebody

with a glove behind.

We shot at

120 frames a second.

When you reverse it,

it just goes...

Oh, it looks amazing.

The shotgun,

how do you get that to blast?

In the movie

you don't actually see...

Discharge.

It's either in

somebody's mouth

-or into a thing.

-Got it, okay.

So when you go boom, the blood

expl*si*n masks that.

-We don't have to have CG...

-CG fake blood.

-Anything, yeah.

-It's incredible.

And most importantly,

our friend.

This is the little

robotic thing

I made to move its mouth.

It might be

f*cking broken now.

No, it's moving.

Talk about

your approach

to doing these aliens.

Russell FX

did the effects

on my previous movies.

They built all these

f*cking great aliens.

I wanted them to be

the old-school grays.

Like X-Files.

When I was a kid

living in the woods

of Rhode Island or Maine

that sh*t scared

the hell out of me.

They're gnarly little f*ck

to the point that by the end

when they're, like,

splitting heads open

and that thing crawling out

with the two eyes...

The gore...

They are so much fun.

Talk about

sh**ting that scene,

the ending with the blood,

the gore,

cutting off the limbs.

You're running

a live chainsaw,

which is not really that safe.

The whole floor

is blood.

I'm slipping in the blood.

The chainsaw...

I'm trying to keep a grip

on the chainsaw

and I'm trying to hit

the exact spot,

because I have to hit

right where my knee is.

So, you have

to cut through,

but you could cut off

your real leg.

So, you're directing

and acting and chainsawing.

Yeah.

What I love about this

is it just shows

what you can do

with pure creativity

and just, like,

"I've got to make this work."

Never giving up,

always finding

a way to elevate the movie

-and do something creative.

-Thank you, man.

That should inspire people

to get out there

and go make your movie.

This is a word-of-mouth movie.

If you appreciate

all the years of work

Joe and his crew put in,

please spread the word.