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The monster comes alive and

eats everything in its way.

Not tomorrow night, he doesn't.

Well, he's easy, how about Saturday?

Sunday. Keep the

little guy warmed up.

Why, you going somewhere?

Told you, this weekend is

Stryker's casting session.

What kind of an audition is that?

The guy invites six women up

to his house and calls it work.

At least he's original.

- I wish you wouldn't go.

- I want the part.

- More then you want my part?

- Don't be silly.

Much more than I want your part.

It'd be funny if it weren't true.

I won't pass up this chance.

Might not be here when you get back.

Well, then I just better give you

something to remember me by.

You mean, straight? No games?

I'm just me, and you're just you?

Reality. That's different.

The cold weather should continue

with a good chance we'll see

some snow before it's over.

So, find somebody warm and dig in.

'Cause you saved my soul...

Gave my heart the dream...

Oh, God.

Peter?

Peter?

Peter?

Come on, Peter, no more games, huh?

I first read the book

when I was a little girl.

It was so beautiful.

Do you know it?

I am Audra.

I'm not Audra.

I am Audra.

I am Audra.

I'm not Audra.

Uh, that's $10.25, lady.

Well, it's here somewhere.

Maybe you can work it off.

I like older men, you know.

14? 15?

Hold this, please.

- Are you a writer?

- No, actress.

Yeah, I thought I'd

seen you on TV before.

Not a chance, I would

have remembered you.

Where you headed?

Jonathan Stryker's place.

You know it?

Yeah, just follow

the road up the hill.

Say, do you know Miss Sherwood.

Samantha Sherwood? I've heard of her.

God, she was great.

Still is, I guess.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Are we really all here

for the same part?

He obviously doesn't

know what he wants.

What could we all

possibly have in common?

Sex?

I mean, we're all women.

You could have fooled me.

- Aren't you Brooke Parsons?

- Yes, I am.

The rest of us might as

well pack it in right now.

- What are you doing here?

- I'd kill for the part.

I'd f*** for it.

Don't much want the part, huh?

- What would you do for it?

- Oh, I don't know.

Uh, tell a few jokes,

do a little song and dance,

sell my mother into slavery.

Go down on him.

That shouldn't be necessary,

but I'll keep it in mind.

One of you is missing.

I trust you'll keep us

amused, O'Connor.

Parsons, I've long admired your work.

Summers, hello.

DeMillo. I look forward

to hearing you perform,

DeMillo's a musician.

Burns, you bring your skates?

- Yes.

- Good.

This is Matthew.

And one of you is Audra.

Which one, I don't yet know.

The next two days will be

unlike any you've ever known.

Not all of you will make it,

but I promise, each of you

will have learned something

about themselves and their craft.

For all the good it will do you.

We missed you at dinner.

Ladies, may I present

Samantha Sherwood,

an actress I've known for some time.

You may remember her work.

Samantha, may I introduce...

No, don't bother, darling.

They all look alike to me.

Well, Stryker,

is this your idea of

a casting session?

Are you going to play, Samantha?

You know I am.

Hey!

It's like old times,

isn't it, Samantha?

You haven't changed a thing, Stryker.

It's exactly as I left it.

Why are you here?

Why have you brought

those girls here?

Forget it, Samantha.

Perhaps once you were Audra.

Today...

But, I bought you

the rights to Audra.

For which I am grateful.

It was for us.

Not anymore.

Come on.

You know I like you.

Well...

Come on.

Just once.

Come on.

No, I don't.

Come on, okay?

Well...

okay.

Oh! Oh boy!

You give great head!

Gross.

Wee bit past your bedtime,

isn't it, darling?

Oh. Has anyone seen my skates?

I can't seem to find my new pair.

The girl thinks she's on holiday.

Oh no. It's bad for your wind.

I'm still in training.

God knows why.

I get up every morning

at dawn to practice.

- Dawn?

- I bet you're fun on dates.

It makes me feel good.

Guess you got to want it

more than being loved.

Isn't that how you feel about acting?

It depends on the love.

I suppose.

Well, I'll see you in the morning.

You don't like her?

What's she doing here?

She's just a baby.

You nervous, too?

Me?

I'm scared to death.

But you've been doing this for years.

I can remember seeing you in...

I started early.

It never gets easier.

Well, there's always

the casting Jacuzzi.

What?

It's like the casting

couch, only wetter.

- I won't give up.

- Spare me the melodrama.

If it wasn't for me,

- you wouldn't even have a project.

- I'd find something.

Oh, you're a hypocrite and a liar.

You never intended to

get me out, did you?

I did what I felt was best

for everyone involved.

Deserting me in an asylum?

It was your idea to commit yourself.

But not forever.

I'm not convinced you're cured yet.

Oh, Stryker, I was never insane.

Perhaps I should

call the good doctor.

Let him know where you are.

I suspect he'd be most interested.

Well, I'll tell him the truth.

And I'll deny everything.

And you, my dear, will move back

- into Restview Manor permanently.

- I'll die first.

I was just passing by

and I heard voices.

Come in, my dear, come in.

What you heard is a scene I wrote

many years ago for a play.

A very bad play.

A very bad play indeed.

Saved only by your talent

and beauty, Samantha.

A play?

You mean, it was all a joke?

Well, let's call it a performance.

But it sounded so real.

Tricks of the trade, my dear,

tricks of the trade.

Give the people what

they want to believe in.

It's part of our profession.

But how did you know I was

standing outside the door.

Well, it seems I've

developed a sixth sense...

We went together

For so long

Every second record on the radio

Seemed like our song

How we hurt each other, baby

Baby, it was so wrong

Something in the bottom of my heart

Will keep me holding on

We were lovers

In the young and strong and bold days

Turned them into treasures

Of silver and gold days

Even though we're older

There's still nothin'

like the old days

Something in the bottom of my heart

Will keep me holding on

'Cause you saved my soul

You came along and took

me out of the night time

Yes, you saved my soul

Taught me to fly

And I gave my heart...

Oh.

Oh.

Has anyone seen Christie?

She's gone.

She left a note under

my door this morning.

Apparently, she couldn't handle it.

I know how she feels.

How did she get out with

the road snowed in?

Maybe Matthew took her.

Well, I wonder what changed her mind.

She was perfectly alright last night.

And then there were four.

Christie must've had

a difficult night.

Did she? I wouldn't know.

Wouldn't you?

Let's start with you, Parsons.

You're the veteran.

No, I am.

This isn't really

necessary, Samantha.

Oh, but it is, obviously.

I know what you can do.

Then why are they here?

Can we talk about this later?

I don't want to talk.

I want to act.

All right.

Take center stage.

So, what the hell are you doing here?

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