Bloody Trip: Rise of the Dead (2025)

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To my best friends, without whom

I'd still be full of insecurities.

And without whom I would've married

my past instead of my future.

To my best friends,

so real and genuine that with them...

I can finally be myself.

Oh, I gotta show you something.

I wanna put it on the desk at the office.

Yeah, so then others would think Vicky

is in your movies because of connections.

And why should they, they already know?

What are they?

Notes, parts of the script,

storyboard...

And how did you get them?

I don't wanna know.

How was I supposed to know

you're walking around with a damn knife!

So now it's my fault?

I'm not saying it's your fault!

It's me who has his

hands dirty with his blood, me!

And even if you thought it was a joke,

I'll never forgive you

because it's me who k*lled him,

me who will live with the remorse!

Vicky, no!

What if we lend him a hand?

I don't wanna go to prison...

Raul, Raul, we have to get out of here!

We have to go! Please, we have to

get out of here!

Let's go!

Well, who knows. Maybe in a few months,

I might have some other interest.

Damn it! Damn it!

We can't get it off!

Ready?

- Bloody!

- Bloody!

Nora, forget it! You know how obsessed

my dad is with this story.

We've been driving around the countryside

for hours now,

I can't take it anymore, so...

sorry for the long message

but come pick me up.

I'm sending you my location.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Maybe we should get out of here!

What's wrong with dad?

Dad, you're scaring me.

What the hell...

Where are you going?

Dad!

Dad!

Hey a*s-kisser!

Go call Adamo.

Sir...

Today, I'm in the mood for something else.

Battista! Long time no see?

That one.

Pour me that one!

So... not even a greeting to a friend.

I need to take my medicine.

And say my prayers.

Since when did you start praying?

You should know better than anyone else.

But you're the great Battista.

The most feared of them all.

Sometimes even the best need a

little luck, right?

You haven't changed at all.

And you?

What do you want to know?

I've heard that

you've lost some quality...

that the product isn't

what it used to be.

We live in tough times, my friend...

but there's always a special menu for you.

Show me.

Ah! And get this creep off my back!

a*s-kisser, go to your kennel!

Come on! I said go to your kennel.

Is that all?

I told you... tough times.

And what makes them so special?

They know how to listen.

Qualities that, if I'm not mistaken,

you appreciate.

Are you sure?

Kind of you.

Tony, right?

Yes, it's me.

Usually, I'm the one offering drinks.

For me, it's an honor to offer a drink

to the infamous Battista.

Is what they say about you true?

That I'm well-endowed?

You can count on it.

No...

that you're a supervisor.

Who told you?

Was it Adamo?

Adamo's tight-lipped, but...

you know how it is...

rumors spread.

We're a hopeless breed.

Gossipy and warmongering.

Can't argue with that.

Maybe I should quit my job.

Why would you? They say you're...

the best?

Because we don't deserve

to keep living on this earth.

Exactly.

Maybe for once,

I'll look the other way.

Hoping a demon rises

to exterminate us all.

Like the demon tied to

the legend of the equinox k*ller?

And you're going tonight, right?

You...

You know too much.

No, I don't buy into those stories.

I mean, sure, there could be

a serial k*ller out there, but...

demons and hunters...

That's... that's movie stuff.

If I'm a problem for you,

you can always get rid of me.

I'm considering it.

First, let's see how you perform in bed.

sh*t...

sh*t!

Adamo!

Adamo!

I'm sorry, Battista,

but I can't tolerate you

continuing to assist those

who took my son's life.

This time I'll take the reins,

control every move,

and ensure that

the equinox k*ller

takes their last fatal breath.

f*cking special menu!

What have I done?

Rebecca!

Rebecca!

Look.

Look! Look!

Rebecca.

Rebecca!

Look what he's done to me?

Rebecca.

Rebecca...

Rebecca.

Rebecca...

Help! Help! Someone help me!

Help!

Someone help me!

Is anyone there!

Is anyone there! Help!

Someone help me, is anyone there!

Help!

Please, help me.

Look what he's done to me!

Who's there?

Is anyone there?

Who's there?

Why aren't you answering me?

Are you feeling okay?

You're not Rebecca.

I want Rebecca.

I think I'm in the wrong place

I... came for help because

my phone wasn't working...

It's okay.

I'll take care of you now.

Now I'll take you to daddy!

sh*t!

Hello?

Rebecca... Rebecca, is that you?

Vicky?

Please, help me. Come back to the house.

You have to go...

I'm not leaving you!

You have to go, you have to leave!

Leave. Now!

I can't do it,

I can't live without you!

If anyone can

make it on their own, it's you.

This demon will only mock you

because he revels in seeing

people suffer.

He'll play with your

feelings, with your fears,

pushing you to the

limits of reason until you

beg him to grant you

eternal rest.

But why me?

Because if you survive, you'll

be the only one eluded by the k*ller.

He'll desire you because your

soul is not just any soul

but a precious one.

Before sowing chaos

he'll come looking for you

because he wants nothing else.

So you're saying I'm

still trapped in a vile choice?

A bitter choice is indeed terrible, yes.

Either you die at the hands

of the equinox k*ller

or you survive and die

under the demon's claws.

What should I do? What do you advise?

As a friend, I'd tell you to fight

for survival at any cost.

But the decision is yours alone and

thinking about the greater good

perhaps you should reflect very

carefully on the choice.

Andrea was right after all.

This is a shitty movie.

Vicky?

Vicky, I saw you

die. I saw your body.

I know, they always k*ll me off in movies.

No, I saw you here,

there was your corpse!

Andrea was right, you know?

Bloody Equinox is a shitty movie,

but it messes with your head.

By the way, did you see her?

She was in the garden.

What's happening?

But how?

Didn't you watch the movie?

I set up that scene specifically for you.

You know why they put

in those explanations?

For morons.

Or because the screenwriters

don't know how to effectively tell a story.

I don't recognize you anymore.

It's still me, darling.

Sofia in broth... can you please?

How about we give him a hand?

Now I want to try yours!

Open up! You dirty b*tch!

Oh, I can't believe it's all true!

I can't believe it!

Looking for this?

What's wrong, don't you like me anymore?

f*ck you!

What did you think you were doing, huh?

Do you know what those

catchy phrases are for?

To make an as*h*le

feel even more like an as*h*le!

You evil b*tch,

what have you done?!

Hello?

Sofia, where are you?

I've arrived but I'm not sure

if this is the right spot,

there's nothing here.

Enter the field in front of you.

Are you in the exact

spot I directed you to?

I think so, but I don't

understand, is everything okay?

Just keep going straight,

you'll find a house.

Sofia, I need to

hear you say it, is everything okay?

Come, I'm waiting for you.

Here...

I'll say it once more,

I'm mortified by what happened.

What are you doing?

You'll regret this!

Please.

See?

There's always a need for a prayer.

But in your case, it won't help.

I'm not... one of yours...

Demons!

There are rules in this game.

Rules even demons follow

as evil and manipulative as they are.

Scum like you, on the other hand,

lurk and watch

with the sole purpose

of screwing over others!

If the k*ller were to fail

his mission

and I wasn't there to stop him...

you would have contributed to awakening

a demon that will cost someone dearly.

Please...

I trusted you, Adamo.

But you sinned.

And now you're here begging me

who, like a God,

holds the power to decide

whether to let you live

or condemn you to death.

Damn, that's cool!

I'm jotting this down for the novel.

Nora dear...

Are you here too?

Tony?

No.

Come to me.

Sofia is waiting for you.

You're not Tony.

What the hell?

Andrea?

Rebecca.

Breathe, Rebecca. Breathe.

It's all in your head.

Disappear!

I know you're trying

to manipulate my mind!

Oh, you're skilled...

very skilled.

Watch yourself.

Why are you so distressed?

It seems to me that you're starting

to appreciate the taste of k*lling.

That poor girl. What have you done to her?

What have you done?

What have you done?!

You've k*lled her!

You've k*lled us all!

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Sorry.

Is that all you know how to say?

That you're sorry?

Are you trying to justify

your failure with remorse?

Because we're talking about failure.

Rebecca the fearless.

Ready to fight for her friends

and her brother.

And when you were put to the test...

What did you do?

Don't forget that you... are

the one who dragged us

into this death scenario.

You promised to

give your life for us!

And instead you led us to death!

You...

the bravest one...

in the end, you turned

out to be the weakest.

You sacrificed your humanity

to fear.

To the fear of showing

yourself for who you are.

A coward.

Enough!

Yes, Rebecca.

Coward, it describes you.

You abandoned us, your brother

and your humanity.

And now that you're alone?

What's left?

Only an empty

shadow of the past.

A coward, and...?

A m*rder*r.

It's not true, it's all lies.

You have nothing left.

And we just want to help you.

Trust me.

Listen to your old friend.

Come with us.

Go to hell!

You don't know what you're missing in hell!

Aaaaaaah!

Why settle for Vicky

when you can have both of us?

No, Andrea, this isn't like you.

Andrea.

No.

Enough.

Andrea, please.

Andrea...

No. Enough.

Enough! I said enough!

To my friend Andrea I say...

that I'm really sorry

for how things turned out.

I dreamed of a happy future for her...

for Vicky, for my brother Raul, and for me.

I was convinced we would

grow old together.

But to you, demon!

I say stop these games.

And if you're truly as

powerful as you think

come and get me!

This is not good at all.

Ah, Tony, Tony!

You even had to rob me of my car,

my wallet

and the little bit of pity

I had left.

I can't wait to meet you again.

Honk, damn it! Honk!

If I don't make it in time, you'll die!

You'll all die!

Then they run, they scream:

Help, a demon!

Open up, damn it!

Open!

Screw you!

Raul?

I remember this place.

But am I dreaming?

Does it matter?

Come on, playing will do you good.

We still have a game pending.

Always cautious, my Becky.

You haven't called me that since

we were kids.

It applies to this game too.

An excuse to confess

secrets and fears during the summer.

Right...

Good job, Becky.

But it won't be that easy.

What's wrong?

Do you want to tell me something?

We don't have much time.

I'm scared, Raul,

so afraid I won't make it.

Remember when we were kids?

You were afraid to jump into the water.

But you never gave up.

And in the end, you jumped.

You were afraid to ride

a bike without training wheels.

I saw you ride dirt bikes.

And then you were afraid of a couple

of slaps on the butt from Mom.

I saw you in the boxing ring.

But this is different.

It's bigger than me,

I don't know if I can...

No, don't say that.

There's nothing you can't do.

Becky, it's never been.

You can't let fear control you.

You're stronger than you think.

That's always been

your perspective.

The only one.

You're wrong, Rebecca.

Except for that stubborn old man

our father...

there isn't a soul that I know...

that I knew...

that hasn't been deeply touched by you.

Who hasn't been

inspired by your strength.

Everyone has always

spoken of you with great respect.

Esteem.

Your grit... Becky...

has always been envied.

You're like a beacon.

For all those people who...

are afraid.

Dragging themselves through

a life that isn't theirs.

Suffocating under the weight

of an inauthentic existence.

But you've always defied the current.

You've never hidden

behind excuses or lies.

You fought your battles

figuratively and literally.

Without ever backing down.

And in the end, even if

perhaps a bit too late,

even Dad understood that.

I got you in check, Raul.

See?

And since we were kids...

you've never lost a game.

So don't doubt yourself anymore.

Not now.

Not when you're so

close to winning this battle.

Remember, Rebecca. You're the beacon.

Why are you crying?

It's not like you.

I know, they're tears of joy

but also sadness, damn it!

Because I already miss you so damn much.

Now you have to go.

- No, please, I want to stay a bit longer.

- You have to go.

- Raul, please!

- No! Wake up, damn it, wake up!

Looking for this, little sister?

No, please!

Sis... why so shy?

Come on, come on!

Hey, decaying face as*h*le!

You, damn you!

I think you got it wrong, beauty.

You're the damned one here.

I'm just the home-exorcist.

Whoever you are, you

better move from there.

Just a bit more.

Good girl.

Let's cut the bullshit games.

Do you know him?

He was my brother.

If it's any consolation, we set him free.

And if he behaved well in life...

now he can screw like a pig in heaven.

Everyone thinks hell's

where the fun's at, but it's not.

Just take a look at the

paintings by the great artists.

There must be a reason

why it's called paradise, right?

No?

I guess I went off track.

It's useless, it won't open.

I know. I sealed it.

How did you do that? Is it magic?

What?

I heard you whispering.

Oh, that...

Oh, it's just for show.

You actually need the key.

But it's true that I sealed it, huh?

A closet?

Tsk... what did you expect?

Van Helsing's armory?

Or the Batcave?

The stingy Vatican b*stards

ain't giving me sh*t!

I wanted a magic staff,

like Gandalf's.

No...

Battista always has to make do

with stones, powders, and bits of paper.

Do I look like a f*cking primitive to you?

Thankfully, I've put these aside.

Is this all?

Shaving foam?

Consider that the worst

is yet to come.

Could you please stop?

I'm reflecting.

So...

If I understand correctly,

you're some kind of guardian.

A supervisor.

Battista, pleased to meet you.

Of course, supervisor...

And your job is to oversee

exceptional situations like this one.

And to send demons back to hell.

Not exactly.

My main task is to oversee those...

who have made a pact to

prevent a demon

from being released on Earth.

The Equinox k*ller.

And from what I see, if my deductions

aren't wrong, you k*lled him.

What was I supposed to do, let him k*ll me?

I don't understand, what's your role?

Ohh... me and others

like me, I'm not alone,

we're tasked with monitoring

the actions of these idiots.

People with a high risk

of failure, like our k*ller.

If I hadn't encountered

an embarrassing

hiccup yesterday, I would have

arrived at this shitty place.

And if the k*ller was struggling

I would have helped him

complete his task.

You would have...

You would have k*lled innocent people?

And it wouldn't have been

your first time, would it?

Absolutely not.

I don't k*ll people.

At least not directly.

It depends on the situation and the people.

For example, Adamo

had pissed me off,

may he rest in peace,

but that's another story.

As for the k*ller,

I've never k*lled anyone.

Sometimes I've only assisted.

You're disgusting!

How can you talk so lightly

You don't understand...

No, you don't understand!

Since you k*lled the k*ller

how many innocent people have died?

Now, imagine this demon

who's completed the possession

and his first target is you.

I know, because I'm the survivor

and he's kind of excited about it.

Where did you hear that? In a movie?

Yes?

Bullshit...

You'll discover the real reason later.

If only we survive.

I don't think it will be too difficult.

So far, I've defended myself

pretty well thanks to this.

Against him,

that won't help you much.

Oh, earlier I had

to clean up the ground

from an interesting body

of a dead girl.

Do you know anything about it?

I don't want to talk about it.

I see you're already working

on something rather ineffective.

Please, tell me you're capable.

Ah... age is catching up with me.

The issue isn't

how capable I am,

but how ready you are to face him.

It's here.

It does exactly what I told you.

sh*t.

Battista!

Finally!

sh*t!

It's easy to manipulate your mind.

I've pissed you off, huh?

Listen, you asphalt breath!

Are you ready to go back

to your little hellhole

or do I have to stick

a scented candle up your a*s first?

Battista!

You should really come

take a tour of hell.

I have a host of friends

anxious to rip your soul apart.

Oh, you know, I was really thinking

of taking a nice hellish vacation.

But as a king said in a great movie...

This is not that day.

Are you sure, Battista?

No...

I don't believe it.

But you're Tony!

Now I have one more reason

to make you suffer, right?

Suffer?

Let me make you understand

what it means to suffer!

No!

- Am I amusing you?

- Yes!

I admit, I don't have your same talent

in the art of insolence.

Indeed, I wasn't laughing

at your joke.

But at the one I had in mind!

Alright! Go ahead. Tell your joke.

Consider it professional respect.

Here it comes...

You're a real as*h*le!

Leave me!

Leave me!

I've got you in check, filthy b*stard.

No!

No!

You don't know

the enormous price he

will make you pay for this choice!

I don't care.

You'll see!

You'll beg, not to die

by my hand!

I missed the best part.

Tell me he made a shitty face.

Ah, how much I wanted to see it.

Let's say that with a little trick,

I also have a taste of

immortality, you ugly son of a b*tch.

You're not the only one...

the young one, still holds my pledge.

You haven't told him yet, have you?

What haven't you

told me? What is he talking about?

Remember how I hinted at the fact...

about why he was hunting him?

Of course, if he hadn't

told you before,

you wouldn't have assisted him

and he would have failed.

What they say about you is true.

You're a lone wolf

who manipulates anyone and...

Enough!

Ex tenebris, ad lucem,

demonium revertetur!

In infernum abire.

Hic et nunc, jussu meo!

No, my dear, you can't just leave like that

you owe me some explanations.

You're right, I owe them to you.

See what you're holding?

It's a pledge.

You can destroy it,

throw it into the ocean, bury it...

it won't do you any good.

He'll always come back to you.

What do you mean?

Ah...

I suggest you

keep that necklace safe,

leave this place

and enjoy life.

But in three to six months,

coinciding with

the spring equinox,

you'll have to come back here and offer

some souls to that b*stard

to prevent him from returning.

What are you saying?

No!

I don't want it,

it can't be true!

I'm sorry, but it's not a decision

you can make.

Now you're the equinox k*ller.

Have you received the gift of immortality?

I don't want it!

He was right, I'd rather have died

than k*lled people!

It's better for one to die occasionally

than dozens every day, don't you think?

Have you seen what he's capable of?

Listen...

you're much stronger and smarter

than that idiot who handled it before.

Here's another piece of advice for you,

while you live your life,

keep your eyes open,

read the news,

learn to recognize rapists,

t*rrorists, and all human scum.

And make sure they reach this place.

Twice a year.

Nothing more.

This way, you can have

a clear conscience.

Imagine it as if you had to

take care of the whole world!

Perspectives, my new friend.

Battista!

What else do you want?

Will we meet again?

Every six months.

After all, I am still the supervisor.

I have a name for him.

a*s-kisser!

Battista speaking.

Who dares to disturb my peace?

This is Father Ignazio Seraphim.

I apologize for interrupting your

well-deserved rest

or as you probably prefer

to call it,

having your ba*ls busted.

But we have a serious problem

with a demon

that has been unleashed north of Toronto,

in Canada.

That territory falls under

the jurisdiction of the Neapolitan.

I'm aware.

That's why I'm contacting you.

The supervisor is in hot water

and specifically requested your assistance.

Really...

And what does he do? Accept the mission?

Oh, I couldn't wait to

throw it back in that buffoon's face.

But the pay?

We're still a religious institution

but this time I assure you

the compensation will be

significantly higher than

the pittance we've given you so far.

Good, Father. Book the

first damn available flight!