Creep 2 Page #3

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You're asking a lot

of questions. Um...

I'm sorry.

I have a perfect, idyllic spot

picked out for this interview.

Can we just...

Let's just save it. Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Thanks, Sara.

You're gonna love it.

Oh, this is really nice.

No. No, no!

Where's the water?

Where's the f***ing water?

That's the water.

No, no, no. The raging river of water that

was here when I scouted it. It was...

You know, I had

the whole shot planned.

I was gonna be here,

submerged in the water

up to my neck

for the whole Jesus metaphor

and that's the... I mean, and the...

the bridge!

That was the final scene.

I was gonna jump off the bridge,

splash into the water,

you cut to

something really cool,

I mean, that's the ending

of the scene. We...

We don't even have a scene.

This is not...

This is...

This is... no. No, no!

Aaron?

Hold on. I'm gonna.

I gotta think about this.

- Aaron.

- What!

Coppola.

Poppola?

Coppola.

Why are you

saying Coppola? What...

Aaron.

Francis Ford Coppola.

What would he do?

Huh.

That's really f***in' smart.

December 1978.

It was the last days of disco.

The cold war was

heating up by the minute.

But in a nondescript home,

in a nondescript town...

Sorry, what are you

doing with your arms?

This is, uh, well, if the visual

effects of the water's up here,

this would be me

just sort of floating...

- Ah. - ...With it. You

know what I'm saying?

- Yeah, I don't think... -this

one feels a little more real.

What do you think?

Should we...

I don't think you need it.

- We don't need it?

- No.

Sorry, I got a little...

I got some sunblock in my eye.

Mm.

Airplane.

Wait. Let's wait

for the sound...

It's a really slow airplane.

How's the pony?

- Beautiful.

- Yeah?

- You sure?

- Yep.

Would you mind coming up real quick

and just giving me a little fix?

Um, yeah. Okay.

Sorry, I don't want to get your shoes wet,

but I just wanna make sure it's right.

- Okay.

- Yeah, come on up.

Just tighten it.

Oh, I didn't want you to redo...

Oh, that's okay.

No problem.

We'll do it. We'll just

do the whole thing.

December 1978.

It was the last days of disco.

The cold war was

just heating up,

but in a small tow...

Little bird right there.

Hold on.

- December 19...

it's like a bad joke.

Hey.

One more.

Try it one more time.

One more time.

I want you to do it.

I want you to do it!

Hey! No!

No!

No! This is my movie...

It was December 1978.

It was the last days of disco.

The cold war was just...

I'm getting a lot of shadow

on your face.

You wanna retake this?

Aaron?

I'm gonna take a break.

Okay.

If you'll excuse me.

Aaron?

Okay, so it turns out Aaron

is a bit of a drama queen.

I'm not sure if

he's used to collaboration.

Aaron?

This day might be a wash.

- I'm just not...

Aaron?

Aaron, is that you?

Aaron?

Don't leave.

I won't.

Hey.

Aaron's not talking anymore.

He's kind of shut down

since his tantrum at the river.

And I don't know

if you can hear it,

but he's been blasting the same

sh*t '90s jam band song on loop

for the past hour.

He's so vulnerable right now,

and I know the decent thing to

do is just give him some space,

but at the same time, it would

be so easy to go down there

and provoke him...

And get the material I need.

Go.

Why should I go?

'Cause I want you to go.

How come?

Because I don't want you to

make this documentary anymore.

Take your money and go, please.

What's going on?

- What's the problem?

- Sara, leave.

Aaron, I'm not leaving.

I'm sorry.

You told me once we got started,

there was no turning back.

I'm not turning back.

Turn that song back on.

Why?

Because I said so.

Tell me why.

Because it's my favorite

song in the world,

and I need it because I love it.

What do you love about it?

Um, maybe because it does more

with one instrumental slow jam

than any poet with any quill has ever

done in the history of time, ever.

I've never heard of it before.

Well, you wouldn't have.

Barely anyone has.

It's from an unknown band

from a long time ago.

Tell me about it.

Sara, I know what you're trying

to do, and it's not gonna work.

Why won't you tell me

about it, Aaron?

Because...

You think you want to

know my story,

but I promise you, you do

not wanna know my story.

But I do.

Oh, you do?

Really?

Yes.

Fine.

I was 15 years old,

but I could pass for 18

'cause I was big for my age.

I could go to bars

and see live music.

An obscure band came to town.

There weren't more than

seven of us in the audience,

but I was mesmerized,

in particular by a song called

"Sara loves her juicy fruit."

It transported me.

That night, I went

out of town with the band

and I partied with them

where they were staying.

I felt like I belonged

for the first time.

But of course,

they had to move on

to another city the next day.

I walked back towards town,

and a man pulled over

to offer me a ride.

He had a nice, kind face.

And as he opened the door,

he said something to me.

I'll never forget it.

He said...

"Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

This is gonna be a good day."

He didn't take me back to town,

he took me to

a remote part of the woods

where he beat me

within an inch of my life.

He gave me a shovel, he forced

me to dig my own grave,

he tied my hands behind

my back and informed me

that he would be burying me alive

within the next couple of minutes.

And I remember

thinking to myself,

"I should be feeling

really badly about this man,"

but he was magnetic.

I loved him.

He was smart, he was commanding,

he was wonderful in all ways.

He only had one flaw.

He was not very good

at tying knots.

And as I loosened my hands

from behind my back,

and I wrapped them

around his neck,

overpowering him with my size,

I drained...

His life

with my hands.

And I thought to myself,

"well, this is my destiny.

Sara loves her juicy fruit.

And Aaron loves to kill."

I stripped him of his clothes,

I threw his body in the hole

he made me dig for myself,

and on instinct,

I took off my own clothes,

and I lay there communing

next to him, all night, naked.

And something very

interesting happened.

You see...

I lied to you earlier.

About what?

About my beard holes.

It's not my hair pattern.

It's actually a rare disease

called trichotillomania.

You know, people pull hairs out

of their beard or their scalp

or even their eyebrows.

You see, my first victim

had this disease,

and when I lay with him naked,

my spirit consumed that

from his spirit...

And it became a ritual of mine.

All of my victims,

I lay with them naked,

and I take a part

of them with me.

And here I am now,

a strange but

wonderful amalgamation

of all the 39 men and women

that I have killed,

and it has been the most

glorious part of my life.

It has been my raison d'etre.

And now...

It's gone.

And that is why I'm sad.

And that is why I have

nothing to live for anymore.

And that is why I want

you to go, because tonight

is going to be a very...

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