Lord of Illusions
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 109 min
- 497 Views
TITLE SEQUENCE:
As the credits run, we INTERCUT the following two sequences:
EXT. NEVADA DESERT - IDOLS - DAY
A SLOW DRIFT through a collection of crudely constructed,
surreal, six-foot tall "IDOLS." Like modern demons.
Grotesque. Disturbing. WE LAP DISSOLVE between details of
their twisted anatomies: headlamp eyes, bright metal claws,
broken glass teeth.
EXT. NEVADA ROADS - DESERT - DAY
Two vehicles, one a Volkswagen "bus" decorated with stylized
flames, the other a '66 Thunderbird, speeding along a series
of eerily empty desert roads, somewhere in a wilderness of
sand and heat.
END CREDITS.
CUT WIDE TO;
A violent WIND HOWLS around, but through the sand we-can just
make out a large, ominous building: the HOUSE of William
Nix. Its walls are white-washed and scrawled with GRAFFITI.
The "family" of IDOLS surrounds the doorway, guarding it. ON
SCREEN, the words: '"Nevada - Thirteen Years Ago"
EXT. NIX'S HOUSE - DAY
We're at the front door now, which stands open. Leaning
against the door-frame is a scrawny, wild-eyed YOUTH, about
sixteen. His name is BUTTERFIELD. He's got a brooding,
almost sultry look on his face. One of his eyes is black,
the other milky blue. He's whittling something with a
scalpel. Distantly, the sound of CAR ENGINES. Butterfield
narrows his eyes.
BUTTERFIELD'S P.O.V.
The Volkswagen "bus" and Thunderbird are approaching the
house.
BUTTERFIELD:
(softly)
Swann...?
He turns from the door. In his haste he drops the WOOD he's
whittling. He's been carving a DEATH'S HEAD.
INT. NIX'S HOUSE - ROOMS AND CORRIDORS - DAY
The house no longer serves any domestic function. It has
become the temple and dormitory of Nix's small apocalyptic
cult. As we go through the house with Butterfield we glimpse
a little of what life here is like.
The rooms are murky, and chaotic. The walls, PAINTED with
scenes of cities and landscapes BURNING, and creatures from
some unspeakable nightmare ATTACKING, RAPING, and DEVOURING
helpless humanity. The atmosphere is joyless, and
oppressive.
The passages become progressively darker as the boy makes his
way to the heart of the house. Only OIL LAMPS, set on the
floor, light these claustrophobic corridors.
BUTTERFIELD:
Master?
INT. NIX'S HOUSE - MEDITATION ROOM - DAY
A dozen CULTISTS sit cross-legged on the floor in front of
their leader, WILLIAM NIX. His black hair grows to his
shoulders. His eyes are deep and glittering, his voice
seductive. A terrifying yet charismatic presence.
All the Cultists - who are a cross-section of obsessives -
wear the same simple T-shirts, painted with the cult's SIGIL.
They watch Nix in adoration.
As Nix speaks, he juggles a FLAME, passing it from hand to
hand with casual ease...
NIX:
And the fire said to me: Nix, Nix,
you're my instrument. From now on,
you'll be called the Puritan...
CULTISTS:
(murmuring)
Puritan...
NIX You will find a few good men and women, and together,
together you will cleanse the world.
CULTISTS:
Yes...
Butterfield enters.
BUTTERFIELD:
Master?
Nix looks up.
BUTTERFIELD:
Swann's here.
Nix rises, smiling.
NIX:
(to Cultists)
We'll come back to this. Get about
your business.
As the Cultists disperse, Nix and Butterfield exit into
INT. NIX'S HOUSE - SANCTUM - DAY
A place of nightmares. Hanging from the middle of the ceiling
is another grotesque SCULPTURE, three times the bulk of a
large man, and made of metal, fly-blown animal parts and
knotted rope. It is vaguely cruciform, but its swaying,
creaking bulk is not even faintly Christian. It is a
perverse, sickening image, evoking insanity and agony.
From the shadows in the corner, we hear a young girl's soft
SOBBING.
NIX:
Hush...
Nix goes to the GIRL. She is twelve; beautiful, blonde, and
presently in a state of mortal fear. She sits, bound, in a
fetal position, her face soaked with SWEAT and TEARS, her
mouth BLOODIED, her cheek BRUISED.
NIX:
I said hush.
GIRL:
Please. Let me go.
From the opposite corner the SCREECH of Nix's pet BABOON.
Nix goes to it. The animal is large and lethal.
NIX:
(to Baboon)
What is it?
The Baboon pulls on its chain, staring at the Girl and baring
its teeth as it screeches.
NIX:
(to Girl)
I think he's in love.
He unshackles the Baboon. The animal pads toward the Girl,
trailing its chain.
GIRL:
Keep it away from me.
Nix catches hold of its chain. Holds it back. The Baboon
starts screeching again, scrabbling at the Girl, its NAILS
catching her arms and legs, drawing BLOOD.
GIRL:
Please... please...
Nix watches her terror dispassionately.
BUTTERFIELD:
(also watching, wide-eyed)
Want me to shoot Swann?
NIX:
You don't like him, do you?
BUTTERFIELD:
He wants your magic.
NIX:
Maybe. Go fetch him.
Butterfield exits. Nix advances on the Girl.
GIRL:
What are you going to do?
CUT TO:
EXT. NIX'S HOUSE - DESERT - DAY
The two vehicles come to a halt outside Nix's house.
From the Thunderbird steps PHILIP SWANN, a nineteen- year-old
with shoulder-length hair and brilliant blue eyes. He's not
conventionally handsome, but he's certainly striking.
From the passenger seat steps CASPAR QUAID, a black man,
studious and intense. From the bus emerges MURRAY PIMM,
skinny and jittery, and JENNIFER DESIDERIO, a woman with a
steely gaze.
SWANN:
(to all three)
Are we ready?
JENNIFER:
(cool)
Say the word.
PIMM:
(very nervous)
Look, maybe we should think this over.
On Swann, as he brings from his car three very bizarre pieces
of METALWORK. We get only a tantalizing glimpse of them, as
he slips them into his pocket.
SWANN:
No. He's gone too far.
PIMM:
So he took a child.
JENNIFER:
He'll kill her.
PIMM:
No he won't.
SWANN:
(determined)
He's not going to get the chance.
Quaid checks a gun, then slips it into his belt.
QUAID:
If he gets in our f***ing heads he'll drive us crazy.
SWANN:
So stay out here.
Swann starts towards the House. Jennifer is the first to
follow, with the other two on her heels.
INT. NIX'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
Butterfield comes to the door, as Swann steps inside.
BUTTERFIELD:
He's expecting you.
Behind Swann, Quaid and Pimm exchange nervous looks.
SWANN:
(to others)
Look around. If you find 'the
child, yell. She's got blonde
hair, that's all I know.
Butterfield turns away, smiling to himself. Swann follows
him.
INT. NIX'S HOUSE - "MEDITATION" ROOM - DAY
Quaid looks into a large circular room where FIVE CULTISTS
(three men and two women) still sit. One of the women is
breast-feeding a baby.
1ST MAN
Hey, Quaid. I thought you said you
weren't coming back.
QUAID:
I changed my mind.
1ST WOMAN
Come and join us.
She smiles a crazy smile. Reaches out for Quaid. A SNAKE
appears from around the back of her neck. Quaid recoils.
And now we see that there are snakes everywhere. In the
Cultists' clothes and hair. Even on the baby. Quaid turns
away. And - shock! - there's a SNAKE on the door frame,
winding around his hand. He strikes it to the ground, and
drives his heel down on its head.
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