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THIS IS A TRUE STORY
Events shown in this film took place in
the town of Katusze in the winter of 2023.
All names had been changed
per the request of survivors.
Out of respect for the dead, everything
else is told exactly how it happened.
Good evening, Mr. Olgierd. This is Jan
Milton from Law Horizon Legal Office.
This is a reminder that your alimony
payment was due two months ago.
f*ck.
As a result, we need to...
For f*ck's sake!
Didn't they teach you how to knock?
Were here!
- Well, obviously.
Let's go!
Andiamo!
Hey.
- Hey.
TWO MONTHS EARLIER
Infertility is our national emergency!
How many years have you been married,
and still no kids?
No kids!
Children are...
Auntie, I'm at work.
Stay.
He does not lurk in the shadows.
He does not hide in the corners.
He is here...
among us.
He's just waiting
for us to fall into his trap.
That's why it's so important
that all of us are here,
here together,
at the enemys front line.
Tonight we have a special guest,
someone who knows the subject firsthand.
Ladies and gentlemen, philosopher,
scholar, exorcist, Father Damian!
We are in the midst of a spiritual battle.
Our bodies are battlefields.
Our minds are fortresses.
Theres an increased interest
in old artifacts
relics and forbidden books.
Pnagotic manuscripts,
De vermis misteriis,
Cultes de gulers, or Songs of the Doli.
These books contain rituals
and incantations for invoking him!
It is said that certain groups
of influence are arranging for
new Satanic works.
No one, no one is taking any action!
No one!
Its not the first time that in the Church
you can smell sulfur!
Sulfur!
We are among friends.
We all support you, Father.
We must pray.
We must act!
A short break.
Coffee and donuts
are just around the corner,
by the donation box.
See you in 15 minutes!
As always, extraordinary!
You speak to their minds,
but you capture their hearts!
You speak to their hearts,
but you reach into their pockets...
No, it's not about money...
it's about faith!
Pastor Peter, we have a little problem
with the donation box.
Father Damian, please excuse me.
Of course, go reach their hearts.
Just give me a moment.
Coffee is in the hallway,
the ramp is on the left.
If you need anything, Father, I'm outside.
By the moneybox...
Yes.
Yes.
I'm disciplined and if it would
help me achieve what I planned
and dreamed of, then yes.
Supernovae,
black holes.
And all of this managed by the son
of a small-town businessman from Galilee?
If he wanted to reach the people,
why wasn't he born in China?
Way bigger audience...
I doubt. Its what I do.
Ice skating,
boxing, half-distance, judo, ju-jitsu,
karate, teakwondo.
Commercials, background roles, modeling...
Our Father,
who art in heaven.
Listen, hypocrite.
I'm talking to you.
Mr. Heissenhoff... Thank you, sir.
This is good literature.
Im stoked, Im really stoked.
I'm f*cking excited.
It's cool, it's cool.
It's like a dream come true.
We have a good team.
Art!
Chapter I Death to the Chosen Ones
Man...
f*cking storm.
No internet again.
What is this?
How to trust someone like that?
Imagine dating such a person.
Damn, imagine screwing such a person,
knowing deep down that they're ugly.
Well it's not like you have a choice.
- But it's not about the choice, man.
Before...
and after.
All the crap they have to use.
Bronzer, mascara,
blush, all kinds of lotions -
eye creams, body butters.
And don't even get me started
about the bath products and nail stuff.
But plastic surgeries
are something different, right?
All that so she can marry some dude
and spend the rest of her life
raising his children.
What if she gets it right?
Get it right?
- Yes.
It's all a matter of perspective.
At a certain level of detail,
everything is ugly.
Butterflies up close are ugly,
plants are scary.
I look at myself in the mirror and feel as
if someone drew me with their left hand.
It's not that bad.
If youd lie as well as you smile,
youd be a man of success.
Beauty passes, ugliness is what prevails.
The electricity went down!
Thermostats blew up
and heating is at maximum.
Its a sauna!
Maintenance is to come after Christmas!
Well my darlings, we will have
our private paradiso in here!
For me it feels like hell.
Okay, put your bags here,
and leave your jackets in the cloakroom.
Were here to see Ms. Helen!
Let... Ms. Helen know,
that theyre already here.
Our guests have arrived.
Yes, I know.
An intrusion. Yes.
She will be right down.
- Coffee?
Brew and bless, everyday.
With sugar?
- Three cubes, please.
Majchrzak?
Preis.
Gajos.
Janda.
Kulig, all the greats. Even Kondrat,
before he became the face of a bank.
And now us!
You'll see, everyone will
be talking about this show.
Well, no, no, you are too early.
We didn't want to be late.
No, you should never, never be too early.
It's worse than being late,
it's an intrusion.
We're sorry, it won't happen again.
- It sure won't.
Mr. Heissenhoff invited us.
- He sure did.
Everything has been arranged according
to the instructions.
No one will disturb you.
Tropical Heat!
Late as usual.
I'm never late, all right?
Excuse me, why do you need sunglasses
in the middle of the night?
I'm gazing at the future, and its bright.
And your friend is...
What, what, what?
How about some manners?
Olka, my assistant.
To assist with what?
- Everything.
Everything.
Come on.
All right.
- Olka, we have a deal, right?
Damn.
Why do I have to do this?
Excuse me, is it safe here?
Because my assistant
has a theory about this place.
And despite a substantial raise,
she doesn't want to do her job,
which is to carry in my luggage.
Rest assured, its completely safe here,
nothing suspicious is going on.
Heard that?
Follow me, please!
This way!
Two months ago someone hanged
an exorcist on this stage.
Didn't I tell you?
- Fake news!
An unfortunate accident,
it wasn't even an exorcist,
but someone handicapped
who fell off the stage.
Have you really heard nothing
about this place?
People have been saying for years
that this is no ordinary theater
and that the Heissenhoffs are more
than just some charming art dealers.
Do you know of ritual architecture?
Anything, huh?
Buildings and monuments built
specifically for rituals,
at the intersections of ley lines,
often near cemeteries.
The Denver airport. Gaudi in Barcelona!
- Okay, dont get all worked up
or youll fall off the edge of the Earth.
The crazies keep coming here all the time.
They read that Facebook nonsense,
and then they pull at chandeliers,
reach for hidden door knobs
or move furniture
trying to find a secret entrance
to the headquarters
of an even more secret brotherhood.
Illuminati, shadow government,
Nazis on the dark side of the moon.
Reptilians.
- Please.
Illuminati is bullshit, but reptilians?
Think about it.
If dinosaurs had 225 million
extra years to evolve?
Some believe that this theater
is a portal to another dimension.
Yes, to another dimension of bullshit.
I have been working here for four years,
nothing interesting happens here.
Nothing interesting?
Nothing about December of 1994, I guess?
God, everyone is still talking
about that December!
It was 30 years ago!
But it's not every day though
that seven audience members
get a synchronized heart attack,
am I right?
Okay, so the reptilians put on a show
that gave the audience a heart attack.
I don't know!
Reptilians, occultists, Satanists.
The foundations were built
at the end of the 15th century.
Designed and built by the Heissenhoffs
great-grandfather, Arnold.
The construction was completed
in record time of...
one year.
You too will soon end up
in the display cabinet.
Take a pic of me for my Insta.
- There is no reception here in a storm.
I will save it for later.
Sometimes it takes even five days.
Well, sure...
Our theater is known for
its exceptionally sophisticated
avant-garde productions.
Please, follow me!
Move over.
Follow me.
This is the electricians'
and sound technicians' booth.
Please, keep going, keep moving.
Once done with work,
we register on these cards.
Noted everyone?!
And here, please, on this nail.
Here we go.
The main stage.
Everything is prepared.
Oho!
Duty calling.
Tonight I k*ll my carp!
Merry Christmas!
So...
One hour break, and we get to work.
Time starts now!
Hey, heard that?
Time starts now!
First impression is only made once.
I need to feel the ambience of the room!
Is the Christmas Tree ready?
- Not yet...
f*ck, Simon!
I told you not to scare me like that!
I thought you liked surprises.
How did you even get in?
That pickpockets role two years ago
and Natalia's hair clips.
Easy.
Go back to her.
She needs us now.
You know we're breaking her heart?
We'll tell her after the opening night,
I promise.
Chapter II First Offering
Yes! Good, good!
Exactly! Good!
Tighten the rope, stronger!
Good!
Now bite!
Great!
Admit it excites you when
the faithful moan in pain!
You intoxicate yourself
with their suffering!
Beautiful is your mercy,
especially when you explode with anger.
One wh*re as Holy Trinity.
Dog f*cked...
hoaxer!
How did the Third World deserve its fate?
How did the hungry 8-year-olds
deserve their fate?
Even Hitler wouldnt match you,
with his cruel entourage.
You are worse than Stalin,
worse even than Ceauescu!
No b*stard in this world
can match your evil deeds.
All this mess, all this suffering,
it's all your fault.
All your fault.
Finally! Bravo! Bravo!
Something is happening on this stage!
We are one tiny step closer!
But at this rate,
we still wont make it for next week!
Who tries to put on a show in two weeks?
And right in the middle of nowhere.
Dear boy, if Mr. Heissenhoff gives you
his first in 30 years play
and says that it opens in two weeks,
then....
It opens in two weeks.
Art requires sacrifice.
Mostly from others.
Acting is not life.
In life you choose whom you play
every other second.
You can be whomever you want.
But you are who you are.
Like a divorcee with two children.
- Simon!
Every moment is a second chance.
In your case, first chance.
You either do it or you don't.
If you do it, then shut up and work.
If you don't, get the f*ck out.
But for God's sake make up your mind!
Right.
Three minutes for a smoke
and we'll start over, okay?
Super, super.
All of you! You wouldn't last a day
at The Roads of Fate.
It's a constant rush there!
Thirty scenes before lunch.
Speaking of masterpieces...
Well?
Just a reminder that
here we focus on quality.
Not quantity.
Let me remind you that at least
someone watches my TV series.
Popularity is not the best
reflection of quality.
Rather the size of ones cash pile...
- Hey, hey, hey!
I'm awesome at my job.
Everyone loves Robert, the healer.
Your mothers adore me.
Mine died three years ago.
I remember your mommy
having watched two seasons.
Get the f*ck out!
That's enough!
Whatever is between you two...
- Was!
Whatever it was, no one cares.
Listen, Mr. Heissenhoff selected
all of us personally.
It's a big responsibility.
Do not f*ck it up.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
And now we invite you to the last part
of our Christmas programming.
What did I do to you?!
Chapter III Bloody nail
Simon?
Simon, this is not funny.
Natalia!
Natalia!
Olgierd! Its blood!
Natalia! Natalia!
Are you ready for this sacrifice?!
Come on, let's get up.
Come on, come on.
Well, there you go, she's better already.
All is good, right?
Natalia, go rest in the dressing room.
Come back dressed in 20 minutes,
we'll do the sacrifice scene, okay?
Natalia.
- Simon!
Did you see?
Take example!
Adam, Marta, we're doing the epilogue!
Let's go!
Men...
are afraid...
that women will laugh at them.
Women... are afraid...
that men will k*ll them.
If there were no women,
men would live like gods.
They make the highs higher,
and the lows lower.
You want our mouths shut,
but our wombs open.
Because thats...
the price of love.
What happened?
- He was here!
He was here!
He was tugging at the door handle,
tugging at the door handle!
There's nothing here.
He really was here...
Bad dream again or real sh*t?
What the f*ck,
can't you see the state she's in?
Well, I can see.
He was here, he was watching me!
Sure, sure.
Our star is delusional.
She heard noises...
Is there anyone else here?
The theater is closed.
Together with Krystian,
were here on our own.
The lights go crazy because of the storm,
and the floor here may squeak
for no reason.
This is an old building.
I know what I saw! He was here!
- Was or wasn't...
no place safer than the main stage,
where well all be together.
The Lion King.
Toy Story.
Star Wars.
Frozen, Frozen 2, Marvel.
When Disney does something,
it does it big.
I beg to differ.
It's gone from making the things you love
to producing content that reminds you
of the things you used to love.
This time the new choreography.
I'll switch the lights and join you.
As if the entire pop culture
was telling you:
Sorry dear,
the best is in the past.
Millions of adults line up
to see the new Batman.
This leads straight to fascism.
- What?
Because simple solutions
to complex problems just don't exist.
What? How come they dont! Yy...
The gordian knot!
You know who thinks they exist?
Thirteen-year-olds.
And that's why most films today
are rated PG-13.
We all watch movies
for thirteen-year-olds.
And who cares?
The desire to satisfy every desire -
its another type of sl*very.
We just dont want it
to be ever quiet again.
Like right now?
My dears, were about to start.
Ideas are being replaced by brand worship.
People fiercely defend online
their favorite producers of
electronics, chips, clothes - companies
that will do anything to drain you.
Worlds biggest brands
establish who you are
as a human being.
Find yourself a therapist.
Or a boyfriend.
Im not responsible for your feelings.
You know why Batman only has his
upper part of face covered?
So that the police knows that hes white.
Open the door!
Come on!
f*ck!
Where are you going?
- Here!
Break the chain!
What's the emergency number?
- I don't know!
Come on!
Simon faster!
Quiet!
Open it!
Come on! Come on!
f*ck!
- What?
Its locked from the outside!
f*ck!
Come on! To my dressing room!
Really, to my dressing room!
Itll be safe there!
- Quickly!
Theres a way out to the roof...
its above the stage.
Stairway is...
Holy sh*t.
Chapter IV The Roar of a Chainsaw
Give me the bottle!
Why is the local serial k*ller hunting us?
Butcher!
Maybe for ransom?
Taking celebrities hostage
is really popular in Denmark right now.
And why would anyone kidnap you?
To lock you up in a basement
and force you to sign autographs
for the rest of your life?
Tell me, how does a play script
look like this?
Here. Like this.
Drinks? Seriously?
This might be my last Christmas,
Im not spending it sober.
Damn, I just sounded like my old man.
And what about all these
weird sculptures around?
Symbols on the door handles?
Alright, maybe lets focus for a second
on how to survive. Stay or run?
It cant be that hard
to escape a guy with a knife.
Unless he has a g*n. Then its really hard
to escape a guy with a knife.
Its still raining.
Christmas...
Do you have any change of clothes?
Ola, the box.
The box!
Is that it?
Knowing you... It's suspiciously little.
- I do have much more!
But someone said
they'd bring in the boxes...
Then later, later, and now it's too late.
I carried in all the posters, gadgets
and merch.
Voil.
He chose us!
He followed us, I saw!
Visions?
- The last one came true.
For a believer every coincidence is proof.
Blood? Olgierd?
- Olka, Olka, I believe you.
Too bad you didn't
when I told you not to come here!
If Satanists ever existed,
this is what their temple would look like.
Okay...
Since when do you have these visions?
Since a week ago.
Especially during rehearsals.
Since she got this script
she doesnt part with it.
Hey, show me that photo
we made by the display case.
Its the same symbol
they used 30 years ago.
But what, Heissenhoff is the m*rder*r?
Check this out.
Dimethyltryptamine.
- What?
Liquid DMT, it is absorbed....
It is absorbed.... f*ck!
That symbol at the bottom, half covered
by the corpse, it's on my sctipts cover.
It's absorbed by touch or orally.
What? CSI Miami.
- f*ck.
Well, you're next.
That would explain your visions.
What f*cking visions,
he's k*lling us all, and I'll be next.
Give me that sh*t!
- Hey, hey, hey!
Can you please not touch the Japanese
original from the Raging Fury!
Don't damage this raging copy.
- The Japanese original!
We need to get the f*ck out.
Security guard said something
about a roof exit.
No!
- We are safe here...
Isnt there another secretly
hidden replica around here?
An original!
- Something more dangerous?
Who carries a replica of a Japanese sword
and a firearm?
f*ck! An original and a replica!
What a disappointment!
- Disappointment...
The million-strong audience of Cop Dogs 4
somehow didn't f*cking complain!
Can't we just pretend he's real?
f*ck, smoke!
What the f*ck?
We have to run to the roof!!!
Up, get up there!
Now, now!
Quick, quick.
This way!
It's fascinating...
Dear God...
The lamb seal...
Olka!
We don't have time!
This is one big...
sacrificial altar.
Olka!
No!
Oh f*ck! Olka! Olka!
Let's get the f*ck out of here!
Come on, come on!
- Come on!
Now!
Come on, come on!
Simon! Simon!
Simon!
Locked!
Locked!
Locked!
Adam come on, come on!
Faster!
Olka...!
We should've done something! Help him!
- Quiet! Lets not make it easier for him.
We couldn't do anything...
What is this place?
Heissenhoff...
Its his office.
What the...
f*ck!
These are...
pictures of us!
What? What?
f*ck!
I told Olka that someone was following me
and she said I was paranoid!
Why?
Because we are very special.
I'd say it's bullshit, but I've just seen
my boyfriend's head being ripped in half,
and that really changes your perspective.
Boyfriend?
Hey! Hey!
Your visions...
They must mean something.
Try to remember them.
Easy for you to say.
- Natalia, this is not a stupid idea.
It can save our lives.
Please!
You have to trust me...
We need to split.
Chapter V Hope Dies Last
Yippee-ki-ya, m*therf*cker!
f*ck! A replica after all.
Help!
No!
Merry Christmas - Auntie
Operator 8.3, emergency line,
how can I help you?
I'm at the Heissenhoff Theater,
he k*lled everyone.
Please help me.
Stay calm.
Whats your name?
Marta.
Marta, we are here to help you.
Keep calm.
Where are you?
I don't know, in the basement.
I beg you, send someone
as soon as possible.
Take a deep breath.
Now count down from ten.
Ten.
Great. Continue.
Nine.
Eight.
Mhm.
Seven.
Everything will be fine.
Six.
- Were sending a patrol right away.
Next.
- Five.
Four.
Four.
Chapter VI Silent Night
People dont know sh*t...
About anything...
Those who see humanity as a stain,
a plague, a disease...
Dont know sh*t...
Why did you spare me?
A theater needs its audience.
St. Thomas didn't believe either...
but out of all he was the only one
who touched Gods body.
The only thing you achieved
through this senseless violence
is pain.
And suffering.
No need to convince believers.
Only those who doubt.
Easy solution.
Sure.
There is nothing easy or pleasant
about what Im doing.
I didn't make the rules.
I just did what had to be done.
So says every psycho!
We are a miracle.
The tip of the blade
from the spear of progress.
The pinnacle of the universe.
You mourn Princess Diana,
you worry about the Kardashians,
but you are powerless.
You give everything to the icons elevated
by the electronic media.
They turn you into a carcass
that consumes all this garbage
made from the crushed bones
of a dying world.
We can do more!
Better!
When the humanity kills God,
the Antichrist will lead us
to the age of enlightenment.
In the end, everyone
deserves a second chance.
Even the civilization of loosers.
You threw up Satan
and didn't die, b*stard?
Watch!
Theater...
needs its audience!
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