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Greetings, my friend.
You are interested|in the unknown...
the mysterious,|the unexplainable.
That is why you are here.
And now,|for the first time...
we are bringing you the full story|ofwhat happened.
We are giving you|all the evidence...
based only on the secret testimony|of the miserable souls...
who survived this|terrifying ordeal.
The incidents, places--
My friend, we cannot keep this|a secret any longer.
Can your heart stand|the shocking facts...
of the true story...
of Edward D. Wood, Jr.?
It's 8: 1 5. We can't hold|the curtain any longer.
Cripes, what am I gonna tell the cast?|It's press night and there's no press!
- Do you believe in ghosts?|- Nah, Tommy.
That's just kiddie|spook stories.
Onceyou're dead,|you stay dead.
I don't know, Bill.
Out on that battlefield today,|I saw this woman dressed in white...
floating above the dunes.
Maybe it was just fatigue or maybe|it's the indignities ofwar.
Hey, I think|I see somethin'.
I offeryou mortals|the bird of peace...
so that you may change|your ways...
and end this destruction.
What a show!|Evetyone was terrific.
Paul, your second act monologue|actually gave me the chills.
- Oh, thanks, Eddie.|- I got the early edition,|hot off the presses!
This is the big moment.
- Oh, what does that old queen know?
She didn't even show.
Sent her copy boy|to do the dirty work.
- Sc-rew you, Miss Crowley.|- Do I really have a face like a horse?
What does ""ostentatious" mean?
Hey, it's not that bad. You can't|concentrate on the negative.
Look, he's got some|nice things to say here.
""The soldiers' costumes|are very realistic." That's positive!
- Rave of the century.|- Well, I've seen a lot worse reviews.
I've seen reviews where they didn't|even mention the costumes.
Like that last Francis the Mule picture.|It got terrible notices.
- Huge hit!|- Lines around the block.
That's right. Don't take it too|seriously. We're all doing great work.
- Do you really think so?|- Absolutely.
- Honey, what if I'm wrong?
- What if I just don't got it?|- Ed, it was only one review.
Orson Welles was only 26|when he made Citizen Kane.
I'm already 30.
Ed, you're still young.
This is the time in your life when|you're supposed to be struggling.
I know. But I'm scared it's not going|to get any better than this.
Oh, I hate having|to wake up this early.
Gosh, where's|my pink sweater?
I can never seem to find|my clothes any more.
Hey, big shot! Get offyour ass and get|this over to the executive building.
- Sure thing, Mr Kravitz.|- Hey, Charlie, come here.
What did I tell ya about watering these|plants, eh? I want some water on 'em!
Don't sprinkle the damn things!|Soak 'em!
All right, people, settle.|And... action!
Wow!|Look at these camels!
These are real camels!
- Gosh, where'd they get real camels?|- Hey, you!
Move it outta here, huh?
Hey, Eddie! Come in here.|I got some great new stuff to show you.
This is fantastic.|What are you gonna do with it?
- Probably file it away|and never see it again.|- Ah, it's such a waste.
Why, if I had half the chance,|I could make an entire movie|using this stock footage.
The story opens on these|mysterious explosions.
Nobody knows what's causing them,|but it's upsetting all the buffalo.
So the military are called in|to solve the mystery.
- You forgot the octopus.|- No, no. I'm saving that|for my big underwater climax.
They say he was a girl|trapped in a man's body.
- I bet it hurt when|they cut his thing off.|- Ugh!
What are you ladies|gabbin' about?
You know that Christine Jorgensen freak?|He-- She-- It's in Variety.
Some producer's|makin' a biopic.
Really? I didn't|read that story.
Yes, I've got|Mr Edward Wood on the line.
Could you please hold?
Mr Weiss?|Ed Wood here.
Listen, I heard about your|new project and I was curious|ifyou'd signed a directoryet.
Oh, you haven't!
Well, ifwe could get together,|I could explain to you...
why I'm more qualified to direct|this than anyone else in town.
Well, I'd rather not|go into that over the phone.
I'll see you then.|Bye!
Eddie, I don't understand.
Why are you the most qualified director|for the Christine Jorgensen story?
Oh, it's just hogwash, hon.|I had to get into the door somehow.
No, I loveyou like a brother.
No, no, no. No, no, no.|That's a fialsehood!
Look, when I said you could|have the western territories,|I didn't mean all 1 1 states!
I meant California, Oregon,|and what's that one on top?
Washington, yeah, yeah!
W-- Oh, really?
Well, screw you!
Hi. Can I help you?
Yes. I'm Ed Wood.|I'm here about directing the|Christine Jorgensen picture.
Well, a couple of things have changed.
It ain't gonna be the|Christine Jorgensen story no more.
Goddam Variety had to print|the story before I got the rights.
- Now that bitch is asking for the sky.|- Ah, you're not gonna make the movie.
No, of course I'm gonna make|the picture. I already presold|Alabama and Oklahoma.
Those repressed Okies, they go for|that twisted, perverted stuff.
We'll just do it without the she-male.|We'll fictionalize it.
- Is there a script?|- Fuck no. But, there's a poster.
It opens in nine weeks|in Tulsa.
Well, Mr Weiss, look no further.|I'm your man.
I work fast and I'm a deal.|I write and direct. And I'm good.
I just did a play in Hollywood|and Victor Crowley himself|praised its realism.
There's about 500 guys in this town|that can say the same thing.
On the phone you said you had|some special qualifications?
I have never told anyone...
what I'm about to tell you.
But I really want|this job.
I like to dress|in women's clothing.
You're a fruit?
No, not at all. I love women.|Wearing their clothes makes me|feel closer to them.
- You're not a fruit.|- No, I'm all man.|I even fought in W.W.. Two.
Of course, I was wearing women's|undergarments under my uniform.
Ya got to be kidding me.
Confidentially, I even paratrooped|wearing a brassiere and panties.
I tell ya, I wasn't scared|of being killed, but I was|terrified of getting wounded...
and having the medics|discover my secret.
- So you think this qualifies you|to make my movie?|- Yes!
I know what it's like|to live with a secret...
and worry about what people|are gonna think ofya.
My girlfriend still doesn't know why|her sweaters are always stretched out.
Ed, you seem like a nice kid.|Look around you.
I don't hire directors with burning|desires to tell their stories.
I make movies|like Chained Girls.
I need someone with experience|who can shoot a film in four|days and make me a profit.
I'm sorty.|That's all that matters.
Can I get you|anything else, kid?
Too constrictive!|I can't even fold my arms.
Gee, Mr Lugosi,|I've never had any complaints.
This is the most uncomfortable coffin|I've ever been in.
Your selection is quite shoddy.|You're wasting my time!
- Mr Lugosi?|- I told you I don't want any|ofyour goddam coffins!
No, no!|I don't work here.
- Then who are you? What do you want?|- I don't want anything.
- I'm just a really big, big fan.|I've seen all your movies.
-Mr Lugosi, why are you buying a coffin?|-I'm planning on dying soon.
- No!|- Yes! I'm embarking on another|bus and truck tour of Dracula.
Twelve cities in ten days,|if that's conceivable.
Do you know that I saw you perform|Dracula in Poughkeepsie in 1 938?
- That was a terrible production.|Renfield was a drunk!|- I thought it was great.
You know, you're much scarier|in real life than you are in the movie.
I even waited outside to get your|autograph, but you never came out.
Well, I apologize. When I play Dracula,|I put myself into a trance.
It takes me much time|to reemerge.
Oh, there's my bus.|Shit, where is my transfer?
- Say, don't you have a car?|- I refuse to drive in this country.
Too many madmen.
I've got a car.
Boy, Mr Lugosi, you must lead|such an exciting life.
- When is your next picture coming out?|- I have no next picture.
You gotta be jokin'.|A great star like you, you must|have dozens of'em lined up.
Back in the old days, yes.
But now, no one gives|two fucks for Bela.
- But you're a big star.|- No more.
I haven't worked|in four years.
This business, this town,|it chews you up, then spits you out.
I'm just an ex-bogeyman.|Make a right.
They don't want the classic|horror films any more.
Today, it's all giant bugs.
Giant spiders,|giant grasshoppers.
Who would believe|such nonsense?
The old ones were much spookier;|they had castles and full moons.
They were mythic.
- They had a poetry to them.|- Yes.
And you know what else?|The women--
The women prefer|the traditional monsters.
The women. Huh.
The pure horror, it both repels|and attracts them.
Because in their|collective unconsciousness...
they have the agony|of childbirth.
The blood--|The blood is horror.
You know,|I never thought of that.
Take my word for it.
Ifyou want to make out|with a young lady...
you take her to see Dracula.
Eh, what a mess.
My wife of 20 years|left me last month.
- I'm not much of a housekeeper.
- All right, I'm coming.|I'll feed you, my darlings.|- I'd better get going.
But perhaps we could get together|again some time, Mr Lugosi.
But now, the children of the night|are calling me. [ Chuckling ]
- Good day.|- Good day.
Sweetie, you won't believe it.|I've got incredible news.
- You got the job!|- No, I didn't get the job.
- But something better happened.|- Better than not getting the job.
Yes!|I met a movie star.
- Somebody really big.|- Who? Robert Taylor?
No. A horror movie star.
- Boris Karloff?|- Close.
The other one.
You met...|Basil Rathbone!
Oh, to heck with you.|I met Bela Lugosi.
- Why, I thought he was dead.|- No, he's very much alive.
He's old and frail, but he's still|Bela Lugosi and he's really nice.
- I can't even remember the last|time I saw him in a picture.|- It's a shame.
He's such a great actor|and no one uses him any more.
-So, did you get his autograph?|-No, it wasn't like that at all.
It was just the two of us and we were|talking. He treated me like a friend.
- Yeah, well, he's a bum.|- No, he's not.
Do you have any idea how much money|he made for this studio?
Dracula, The Black Cat,|The Raven.
Yeah? Well, now he's a junkie.|He don't deserve to work.
- That is not true!|- He's so great, you hire him.
Yeah, well,|I would if I could.
- Trick ortreat!|- [ Girl] The house looks like|they have lots of kids.
Ooh, those eyes.|He gives me the willies.
Uh, I hate it when|she interrupts the picture.
She doesn't show 'em|the proper respect.
I think she's a honey.
Look at those jugs.
But he stood me up|at the restaurant.
I guess I shouldn't have|picked a steak house.
And then I went out with the Wolf Man.|Ugh! What an evening.
- I didn't know whether|to kiss him good night--|- Vampira...
you will come under|my spell.
You will be|my slave of love.
My gosh, Bela!|How do you do that?
You must be double-jointed.
And you must be Hungarian.
Vampira, look at me.
Look into my eyes.
You're watching our Halloween|movie, White Zombie...
starring Bela Lugosi,|John Harron, Madge Bellamy...
and a bunch of other people|I've never heard of.
I'm very tired.
I need to take my medicine.
- Do you want me to get it foryou?|- No.
Thankyou, Eddie.|I'll be all right.
- Oh, shit.
I feel much better!
- Children! I love children!
Trick or treat!
Aren't you scared,|little boy?
I'm going to drink|your blood.
You're not a real vampire.
Those teeth don't frighten me.
How about these?
Hey, how'd you do that?
Dentures.|Lost my pearlies in the war.
So, what was the important newsyou|couldn't tell me on the phone, again?
I started thinking about what|you were saying about how your|movies need to make a profit.
What is the one thing, ifyou put it|in a movie, it'll be successful?
- Tits.|- No, better than that. A star.
Kid, you must have me|confused with David Selznick.
I don't make major motion pictures;|I make crap.
Yes! But ifyou take that crap and put|a star in it, then you've got something.
- Yeah. Crap with a star.|- No, something better!
Maybe the biggest money-maker|you've ever had.
Fine, all right.
You may be right,|but it doesn't frickin' matter.
I can't afford a star,|so what are we even talkin' about?
All right. What if I told you|you could have a star for $1,000?
- Lugosi?|- Yes! Lugosi!
- Isn't he dead?|- No, he's not dead.|He lives in Baldwin Hills.
I met him recently and he really wants|to be in our movie.
Why would Lugosi want|to do a sex change flick?
Because he's my friend!
All right, fine!|You can direct it.
I want a script in three days.|We start shooting a week from Monday.
Mr Weiss, thank you so much. You won't|regret it. I won't let you down.
But Bunny, you're perfect for this job.|You know these people.
I need all the transsexuals|and transvestites I can get.
No, I don't care if they're not actors.|I want realism!
- I want this film to tell the truth.
I've waited all my life for this shot,|and I'm not gonna blow it.
- Eddie, you got a new movie for me, eh?|- Yes!
It's gonna be a great picture and you'll|love your character. Have a seat.
Listen, Bunny?|Bela's here. I gotta go.
Listen, hit the bars, work some parties,|and get me transvestites!
I need transvestites!|All right. Bye.
Eddie, what kind|of a movie is this?
Well, it's about how people|have two personalities:
the side they show to the world, and|then the secret person they hide inside.
Like Jekyll and Hyde. I've always|wanted to play Jekyll and Hyde.
I'm looking forward to this production.
Well, your part's|a little different.
You're like the god that looks over all|the characters and oversees everything.
I don't understand.
You control everyone's fate.|You're like the puppetmaster.
- Ah, so I pull the strings!|- Yes, you pull the strings.
""Pull the strings."|I like that!
I got a little surprise|foryou.
Wipe offyour hands.
- I finished my script.|- [ Gasps ] Oh!
Ed, I'm so proud ofyou!
I'll read it as soon|as I get home.
Well, I'd really like|to know what you think.
Why don't you go in the bedroom|and take a look? I'll wait.
Take your time.
So that's where|my sweater's been.
How long have you|been doing this?
Since I was a kid.
My mom wanted a girl, so she|used to dress me in girlie clothing.
Just became a habit.
Jesus Christ!|And you never told me?
Well, this is my way|of telling you.
What, by putting it in a fucking script|for everyone to see?
What kind of sick mind|operates like that?
And what about this, this|so-called Barbara character...
that's obviously me?
I mean, this is our life.|It's so embarrassing!
- Of course it is. That's why|you should play the part.|- Oh, you got nerve, buddy.
- It's a darn good role.|- That's not the issue!
God, how can you act so casual|when you're dressed like that?
It makes me feel comfortable.
Oh, just like in the script.
So, what do you say?
Do we break up?
Or do you want to make|the movie with me?
They make you tall, and you're flashy.|They want that.
Okay. But they want professionalism,|so nix on the Nelly...
without losing naivete,|okay?
Now, the good news isyou're|probably going to get hired|becauseyou look like Peggy Lee.
But I don't want anybody else|to resent that, okay? Please?
'Cause there's enough|for everybody, exotics too.
All right, because ifyou're not|going to smile, please don't bother.|You'll embarrass me.
This is George Weiss. He's done|some very important things;|he's a nice person to know.
- An important person to know.|- I thought you were gonna|make a sex change film!
- It's still a sex change film.|- Yeah! Five pages before it ends!
- The rest is about some schmuck|who likes angora sweaters!|- I don't think he's a schmuck.
What about this title? My poster says,|I Changed My Sex..
So change the poster.|Trust me, you'll be better off.|This story's gonna grab people.
It's about this guy, he's crazy about|this girl, but he likes to wear dresses.
Should he tell her? Should he not|tell her? He's torn. This is drama!
Fine! Shoot whatever|baloney you want.
Just make sure|it's seven reels long.
Ex.cuse me. Can I get|evetyone's attention, please?
Couldyou gather around?
I've got something to say.
Everybody, we're about to embark on|quite a journey: four days of hard work.
But when it's over, we'll have a picture|that'll entertain, enlighten...
and maybe even move|millions of people.
Excuse me, Eddie. I don't mean to|interrupt. I'm worried about the light.
Good thinking. All right, we'll talk|about days three and four later.
Let's get that first shot off. Scene 1 7,|Glenda looking in the window.
- And... action!
- Print that! Let's move on!|- Don't you want a second take|for protection?
What's to protect?|It was perfect! Come on!
We don't have a permit.|Run!
Come on.|Let's go.
- What's going on|with these revised pages?|- [Man ] Mr Lugosi's here.
Oh, my God!|Mr Lugosi's here!
Everyone, come on.|Come in here.
When he walks onto the stage,|treat him normal.
I know Bela Lugosi's a world-famous star|and you're all very excited...
but look,|we are professionals.
So, just treat him with respect.|Everything will be all right.
Great to see ya! 8:00 on the dot.|Right on time.
- I'm always on time.|- Of course you are.
We've got a big day|planned for you.
But first we're gonna|start out kinda easy with you|in that armchair over there.
Then once you're up to speed|and cookin', we'll reset and|bring in the lab equipment.
- Eddie?|- Huh?
- What about my money?|- Huh? Oh.
What are you people doing?|Get back to work!
All right, people.|Let's get ready.
Mr Lugosi,|I know you're very busy...
but, um, can I have|your autograph?
You know which movie ofyours I love,|Mr Lugosi? The Invisible Ray.
You were great|as Karloff's sidekick.
Karloff does not deserve|to smell my shit!
That limey cocksucker|can rot in hell for all I care!
-What happened?|-How dare that asshole bring up Karloff?
You think it takes talent|to play Frankenstein?
It's all make-up and, and, grunting.
I agree.|Bela, I agree 1 00%
Now, Dracula, that's a role|that requires talent.
Of course!|Dracula requires presence.
It's all in the eyes|and the voice...
- and the hand.|- That's right. That's right.
You seem a little agitated. You wanna|go outside and get some air?
Bullshit! I'm ready now.|Roll the camera!
- Sound. Speed.|- Scene 97, take one. Mark.
Beware of the big,|green dragon...
that sits on your doorstep.
He eats little boys...
puppy dog tails...
and big, fat snails.
Pull the string!|Pull the string!
But Georgie, I'm proud. I wrote,|directed and starred in it...
just like Orson Welles did|in Citizen Kane.
Yeah, well, Orson Welles didn't|wear angora sweaters, did he?
How can youjust walk around like that|in front of all these people?
Well, hon, nobody's bothered but you.|Look around.
Ed, this isn't the real world!|You've surrounded yourself|with a bunch ofweirdos.
Oh, say it a little louder.|I don't think Bela heard you.
I need your help.
My mind's in a muddle,|like in a thick fog.
I thought I could stop|wearing these things.
I tried.|Honestly, I tried.
I don't fully understand...
but maybe together|we can work this out.
Music swells.|Cut and print!
- It's a wrap.
How do you do?|I'm here to see Mr Feldman.
What's your name?
Edward D. Wood,Jr.
He's in the|executive building.
- You can park in the reserved section.|- Thanks very much.
- Please, sit down.|- Thanks.
So, what areyou bringing me?|Looks likeyou got some film cans.
Well, some people bring their resumes.|I've brought my own movie.
Really.|Well, good for you.
I just shot this baby for|Screen Classics. It opens next week.
Screen Classics?|No, I don't know them.
There's something|you should know.
Nobody in town has seen this|picture, so I'm giving you|first crack at my talents.
And I'm anxious to see it.
So, what's up next|foryou?
I don't believe in thinking|small, so I've got a whole slate|of pictures foryou.
""The Vampire's Tomb."
""The Ghoul Goes West."
Doctor Acula?|I don't get it.
Oh, I get it.
I don't like it.
But it'll star Bela Lugosi.
Bela Lugosi? Lugosi's|all washed-up. What else you got?
Well, I-I do have...|another project.
I wasn't going to|tell you about it.
Lugosi's in it,|but it's a small part.
The lead is an ingenue.
A sterling, young actress--|Dolores Fuller.
The title of the film:
""Bride OfThe Atom"!
Atomic age stuff, huh?
I like it.|I like it.
I tell you what, Mr Ward. Why don't|you leave your film cans with me.
And my associates and I will|take a look at your little opus...
and maybe we can do|some business together.
Pull the string!|Pull the string!
What the hell is this?
- Is this an actual movie?|- It can't be!
Give this man satin undies,|a dress, sweater and skirt...
or even the lounging outfit|he has on...
- and he's the happiest|human being in the world.|- Wait a minute.
- Wait a minute. That guy in the dress.
That's the guy I met today.
Oh, this has got to be|a put-on.
These things are his comfort.
This is probably another|one of Billy Wellman's practical jokes.
Hejust entered the street dressed in|the clothes he so much desires to wear.
But, only if he|really appears female:
- long hair, make-up, clothing,|the actual contours of a girl.|- Oh, God!
Most transvestites do not want|to change their life, their bodies.
This is funny.|This is funny.
Georgie, I thought Glen Or Glenda?|was opening this week. Where's the ads?
Where's the ads? The ads are in Alabama,|Indiana, Missouri, you schmuck!
It ain't gonna play in L.A.!
-Why not?|-Nobody wants to see this piece of shit!
- Hey, you can't talk|that way about my movie!|- I wish it was your movie!
I wish I hadn't blown every dime I ever|made into making this stink bomb!
And if I ever see ya again,|I'll kill ya!
- Guess where I'm going next week?|- I don't know. Where?
- Guess what I'm doing when I get there.|- I don't know. Lie on a beach.
Wrong. I'm getting my first series|of hormone injections.
When those girls kick in...
they're gonna take out my organs|and make me a woman.
- Are you serious?|- It's something I've wanted|to do for a long time.
But it wasn't until I saw your movie|that I realized I have to take action!
- Goodbye, penis!|- Would you please keep it down.
The ""Super Swedish Angel,"|Tor Johnson!
My gosh, look at that guy.|He's a mountain!
And after I'm a woman,Jean-Claude|and I are going to be married.
- I'm going to be a June bride.|- He's a monster.
Can you imagine what that guy|would look like in a movie?
Mmm. More neck.
- MrJohnson, congratulations|on yourvictory.|- Thankyou.
- Did you bring my water?|- No, I'm not the water boy.
I'm a movie director.
- Movies? Like the Mickey Mouse?|- Sure.
- I'll get you next week!|- Yeah, right. In your dreams!
Tor--|Uh, Mr Johnson.
- You ever fancy the notion|of becoming an actor?|- Not good-looking enough.
Well, I think|you're quite handsome.
Do my toes.
So, anyway, I've got this new script,|Bride Of The Atom.
And there's a part|I believe you're ideal for.
Lobo. He's tough,|he's a brute.
But he's got a good heart. At the end|of the picture, he saves the girl.
I like! When do movie shoot?
Hopefully, very soon.
I'm just waiting for the final okay from|my good pal at Warners, Mr Feldman.
- Wood Productions.|- Eddie, help me.
- Bela?|- Eddie, please come over.
I didn't feel well.
- Come on, let me get you|to the hospital.|- No hospital.
Just take me|to the couch.
- Should I call a doctor?|- No.
This happens all the time.
Is there anything I can get foryou?|Water or a blanket?
I don't know how to make goulash.
Bela, what's in|the needle?
With a Demerol chaser.
Oh, Eddie.|Eddie, I'm so broke.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
Don't worry, Bela.
I won't let you down.
Mr Feldman?|Ed Wood.
Yeah, listen, I haven't been able|to get through, so I just showed up.
Yeah!|Right out front.
So, we gonna be|working together?
Really?|Worst film you ever saw.
Well, my next one|will be better.
I'm no good.
Oh, Ed, it was just|one man's opinion.
Bela needs a job.|I can't even get a film going.
Of course I can't.|I made the worst movie of all time.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
All I wanna do|is tell stories.
The things that I find interesting.
Well, maybe you're not|studio kind of material.
Maybe you just need|to raise the money yourself.
The movie is called|Bride Of The Atom.
It will star Bela Lugosi.
There are quarter shares|available at $1 5,000 each.
Yes, that's right.|The Bela Lugosi.
He's still alive.
Huh? Is he available|Friday night?
Well, gee, I suppose so.|Why?
- ""Greetings, I am the Count."
""Greetings, I am Slick Slomopavitz,|Seeker of Adventure.
""Audience laughs, applauds.|'Say, that's a kooky place to sleep."'
- ""It is my home."|- ""'Oh, tract housing, huh??' Laugh.
- You need a new real estate agent."
""I beg to differ.
This casket incap--|incarpertate--"
No, Bela,|that's ""incorporates."
Look, why don't you just say,|""This casket has--"
How do they expect a Hungarian|to pronounce this dialogue?
This-- This live television|is madness!
Furthermore, I predict...
by April 1 9, 1 970...
I predict... men will|have colonized Mars.
Millions of people|will live there.
Wow!|Ain't that somethin'?
And now we take you|to a castle in Transylvania.
Watch out. The landlord's|a real pain in the neck.
Greetings!|I am the Count!
Greetings, pal! I'm Slick Slomopavitz,|Seeker of Adventure!
- Hey, what a kooky place to sleep.
Kind of reminds me of my house.|What a dump!
Some places got a Murphy bed;|this place got a Murphy shower.
I still don't know where|to hang the towels.
I beg to differ.
Beg to differ? A bloodsucker, right?|I'm talkin' about my towels.
Greetings!|I... am the Count.
- Damn!|- [Band]
A bum is what he is. I told you|we should've got Karloff!
- Ah, don't worry about it, Bela.|You're better than all this.|- I never said I could ad-lib.
- Forget it! We'll make our own movie|and you'll be a big star again.|- Aha!
Mr Lugosi, it is an unparalleled|privilege to meet you, sir.
Allow me to introduce myself.|I am Criswell.
It's a pleasure.
Ahh, cheer up. Don't lose heart|over what happened tonight.
I predict... your next project will|be an outstanding success!
And who may you be?
- Edward D. Wood, Jr.|- Ahh!
- The director of Glen Or Glenda?|- How'd you know?
I am Criswell.|I know all.
- [ Continues ]|- And bingo! Thank you,|thank you, thankyou.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.|Bring me two more Beefeater martinis.
Ed, uh, another whisky.
Dagmar, a rum and coke?
Moustapha and King are Chablis.
Bela, would you like a wine?
No.|I never drink... wine.
Say, Cris, how'd you know we'd be|living on Mars by 1 970?
- I guessed.|- Really?
I made it up.
It's horse shit.
Eddie, there's no such thing|as a psychic.
People believe my folderol|because I wear a black tuxedo.
- It's that easy?|- Eddie, we're in show biz.
It's all about razzle-dazzle,|appearances.
Ifyou look good and you talk well,|people will swallow anything.
We are going to have the most terrifying|monster ever seen on film.
A ghastly creature created|from an atomic mutation!
I don't like|scary movies.
I like the ones|with love stories.
That's just what this movie is:|a heartbreaking romance.
You're quite a specimen.
- And you're going to be in the picture?|- Yeah. I play Lobo.
I predict Bride Of TheAtom will be|the biggest moneymaker of all time.
And this is lovely starlet Dolores|Fuller, who will playJanet Lawton.
My pleasure, ma'am. Now,|how much will this picture cost?
Well, in a normal studio it'd be|about a million bucks...
with all their wasteful overhead|and fancy offices.
But we're more efficient, so we could|bring it in at about 70 grand.
Oh. Well, I shall|certainly consider it.
- Well, goodbye.|- [ Man ] Good night, Ed. Keep in touch.
Well, Eddie, how'd we do?
We didn't make a nickel.
I cannot believe I'm in Hollywood.
- You know, Daddy didn't|want me to move out here.|- [Bartender] Uh-huh.
Ma'am, your bill|comes to $2.20.
Oh. Uh, okay.|I hope you don 't mind...
but all I have is a fifty;|I just came from my banker's.
- That's all right.|- Thankyou.
Excuse me.|You just moved here?
Y es. Hollywood is,|oh, so exciting.
- Isn't it?
Pleased to make your acquaintance.|I'm Loretta King.
Edward D. Wood,Jr.
- Hi.|Wouldyou like some water?|- No!
No water.|No liquids.
I'm terribly|allergic to them.
You know, I work in Hollywood.|I'm a producer.
I would love to be|involved in that.
Is that right?|Well, maybe I can help you out.
Have you ever thought about|investing in a motion picture?
Perhaps a small amount of money.|How much do your motion pictures cost?
Well, my new one, I think,|would be about $60,000.
That's all? That seems very reasonable|for an entire picture.
Would you--|Would you like to, uh...
- have a look at the-- at the photoplay?|- Oh, sure.
This is very interesting.
Say, do you think it would be possible|for me to maybe play one of these parts?
Oh, you want to be an actress too.|Well, of course.
There's a couple of parts I can think of|right now that you might be perfect for.
There's, uh, the secretary in the|newspaper office, the file clerk, um--
Hmm. Those sound kind of small.
Here's one that looks good--|Janet Lawton.
I'd sure like to play her.
-Janet Lawton.|- Yes.
Janet Lawton is clearly|the part to play.
Can't you just see me|in the part?
You'd be perfect.
You two-timing,|dress-wearing son of a bitch!
Honey, it was the only way|I could get the movie made!
Who do you think's|been paying the rent?
Who's been helping you type your scripts|and do all your grunt work?
- I am sorry!|What did you want me to say?|- You were supposed to say...
""No. I wrote that part for|my girlfriend Dolores!"
Snowball, there are|plenty of other parts.
- The secretary, the file clerk.|- Aaaaah!
This is gonna be Bela's laboratory,|so it should be real impressive...
just like one of those|""Mad Scientist" movies.
I want test tubes, beakers and one|of those electrical things that buzzes.
- You mean a Tesla coil?|- Fine. Whatever. Hop to it!
- Eddie?|- Yes?
- Which dress do you like better?|- Hmm. I don't know.
Say, Bill, which dress works better|foryou, the red one or the green one?
- Which one is the red one?|- What do you mean?
I mean, I can't see the difference;|I'm colour blind.
But I kinda like|the dark grey one.
At Universal, we used to shoot one|ortwo scenes a day.
But Eddie can knock off|twenty, thirty.
- He's incredible!|- [Ed]And... action!
Okay, you're Dr Eric Vornoff...
and you're upset.
You've worked very hard|on this experiment and you|don't want to see it fail.
N-No, you're not|that upset.
You wanna keep moving.|You wanna go through that door.
Print it. Let's move immediately|to scene 52.
- Tor, you in place?|- [ Tor] Yeah.
- Great. Roll camera!|- Rolling. Slate.
- Cue rainstorm.
And... action, Tor.
You've worked very hard helping|DrVornoffwith this experiment.
You don't wanna|see it fail.
No, no.|You're not that upset.
You wanna keep moving.|You've got to get through that door.
- Print it. Let's move on.|- Don't you wanna do another take, Ed?
Looks like big baldy had a little|trouble gettin' through the door.
No, it's fine.|It's real.
You know, in actuality, Lobo would have|to struggle with that problem every day.
All right, people, let's get ready.|Actors! I must have my actors!
There you are. Loretta, Tor,|I wanna explain this scene;|it's a little complicated, but--
- Bela, you'll be sitting there. Okay?
I'm not getting near|that goddam thing.
- One of them burned me|on The Return Of Chandu.|- All right.
- Then you'll be sitting there.|- Good.
Great. All right, gang,|here's the scene.
Loretta, you're in a trance; you glide|in and get on the operating table.
Now, Tor, you're supposed to tie her|down, but you have an angora fetish...
and when you rub that swatch|of angora, it makes you refuse.
So then Bela has to discipline you.|All right? Great! Let's do it!
Strap her to the table.
Do as I command you!
- I'll teach you to disobey me!|- Aaaargh!
- You will obey!|- Uhhhh!
- Strap herin!|- Uhhhh!
Strap her in!|I command you!
- Wood! Your cheque bounced.|- I'll get you the money later.
- No, I need it now.|- [Bela ] I'll teach you to disobey me!
I am terribly sorry to bother you|while you're shooting...
but the guy that owns the stage|needs his money.
Well, then, you should|pay him, shouldn't you?
I kind of need it now.
W-What are you looking at me|like that for?
I already gave you|my three hundred.
And now I need|the other sixty thousand.
What other sixty thousand?
The other sixty thousand|you said you'd give to me.
You misunderstood, Eddie.
I gave you everything I have in|the world-- three hundred dollars.
Well, here we go again.
Let me tell ya,|ya can't lose.
It's scary. And ifyou don't like that,|it's romantic.
Bela Lugosi will portray|Dr Eric Vornoff.
And lovely, lovely, lovely|ingenue Loretta King...
is reporter Janet Lawton.
- I don't know. Lugosi looks pretty old.|- Huh?
Which role|does Vampira play?
Vampira?|Why do you ask?
She's standing|right over there.
Well, she plays--
Excuse me one minute.
- Pardon me. Miss Vampira?
-Yes?|- You don't know me, but I'm Ed Wood.
I'm a film producer and I'm currently in|production on a science fiction piece...
with Bela Lugosi and Swedish|wrestler Tor Johnson.
I don't understand.|Do you want my autograph?
No, I-- I think my film|is perfect foryou.
Want me to show it on my TV programme.|I have nothing to do with that.
- You should call the station|manager at Channel 7.|- No, no. No, no, no, no.
I don't want you to show the movie,|I want you to be in it. Let me explain.
We started shooting, but after|three days we got shut down.
Now we're having a backers party|to raise some more money.
So I thought perhaps you'd like|to come over just to say ""howdy"|to some of the backers.
Look, I'm with some friends|and we're about to eat.
Please! It would|just take one second.
Come over and meet the backers. There|is a really nice dentist from Ox.nard.
Look, buddy, I've got real offers|from real studios.
I don't need to blow some dentist|for a part. Forget it.
- Please.|- Ohh! Let's go.
I'm getting a bad feeling about this.|Let's get out of here.
Yeah, I think|you're right.
Thankyou, folks, for comin' tonight,|but we better go.
And then Dr Vornoff|falls into the pit...
and his own octopus|attacks and eats him.
- The end.|- Whew!
- Well, that's quite a story.|- Yes.
So, uh, you made the movie...
and now you wanna|make it again?
We shot ten minutes of the movie, and|now we're looking for completion funds.
Oh, son, you're too vague.
- Billy Bob!
You're cuttin' 'em|too lean.
- How can I make you happy?
Number one: I want the movie|to end with a big explosion.
Sky full of smoke.
But it ends with Dr Vornoff|falling into the pit.
Not any more.
I got a son.
He's a little slow,|but a good boy.
And somethin' tells me|he'd make a helluva leadin' man.
This is unbelievable.
I woulda bet a million bucks that|Ed wouldn't finish this picture.
Yeah, well, it ain't finished yet, kid;|anything can happen.
Stay out of|scratching distance.
- Poodle, you made it. I wasn't|sure you got my message.|- Well, of course I made it.
- Today's the file clerk's big scene.|- That's right.
I see the usual gang of misfits|and dope addicts are here.
- Janet, I wantyou--|- Say, who's the lug?
Str-- I want you staying away|from the old Willows place.
Why, that's Tony McCoy. He will be|portraying Lieutenant Dick Craig.
- How much money did he put up?|- None. But his dad gave me fifty grand.
Hmm. Wood Productions,|the mark of quality.
Listen, the movie's getting made;|that's all that matters.
- Hello, Harry.|- Oh, hi, Dolores.
I've heard so much about you.
I'm Loretta King.|Oh, here, take the chair.
Oh, don't be silly.|Let Harry finish.
You still need|some more work.
No. I'm finished.
- All I needed was a touch-up.|- Hmm. That mole still shows.
Uh, ladies!|You both look fine.
Why don't we talk|about the scene?
Okay,Janet Lawton|has just discovered...
that Dr Vornoff bought|the old Willows estate...
so now she wants to prove that|all the monster stories are true.
Well, Eddie,|what's my motivation?
You're the file clerk. You're running|into the next room and bump into Janet.
What is our relationship?|Are we good friends, or is she|just a casual acquaintance?
Dolores, I have five days|to complete this picture.
Don't get goofy on me.
- Hi,Janet.|- Oh, hi, Marge.
- Janet, still on the monster hunt?|- What do you think?
I think the boss has been|looking foryou all day.
Something about the police wanting|those monster stories 86'd.
- You've got the whole town in a panic.|- I can't hear you.
- I said, you've got the who--|- I know what you said,|but I can't hear you.
I get it.|See ya later.
And... cut!|That was perfect.
Of course it was.
- Magnifico.|- Cris, you made it. Thanks a lot.
Naturally. Always happy to help|with a little larceny.
All right, everybody,|that's it for today.
The prop crew has a little errand|to run. Paul. Connie.
Darn. I thought they kept this open.
Lobo will fix..
- Wow!|- [Paul] This place|gives me the creeps.
- Let's get the hell outta here.|- Not so fast. Not 'til we get it down.
There it is.|Paul, go unhook it.
- You sure this is gonna work?|- Yes.
- You sure?
Yes, hurty. Do it.
We killed him.
Better than wrestling.
"Now,Janet, I wantyou stayin'away...
"from that old Willows place.|I want--
""Now, Janet, I w--
- Great.|- ""I want you--
- Connie!|- I want you staying away--"
- The octopus has to live in the lake.|- This is kind of a stream.
No!|It has to be underwater.
Let me look at this.|Okay.
Go set up|by the lake.
Eddie.|I'm so tired.
I don't know if I can handle|a night shoot.
- Nonsense. You look great.
All right, look.
Why don't you have a nice nap and|we'll shoot around you a little while.
- Thanks, buddy.|- You're welcome.
All right, you kids.
Hey, this is looking|fantastic!
Paul, where's|the octopus motor?
- What octopus motor?|- To make his legs move.
Don't blame me! You didn't say anything|about a motor when I was on the ceiling!
What's he talking--
Paul lost|the octopus motor.
All right,|let's shoot this fucker.
Where do I go?
- You'll be fighting with the octopus.|- Out there?
- Yes.|- What happened to the stream?
Well, this is gonna|look a lot better.
We have to match it to the stock footage|of the octopus underwater.
Aw, for Christ's sake.
- Goddam, it's cold!|- It'll warm up once you're in it.
Fuckyou!|You come out here!
Hey!|Throw me that whisky!
Ahh. How do you|turn this on?
Well... somebody misplaced|the octopus motor...
so when you get in there and fight|with him, shake his legs around.
Looks like he's killin' ya.|Okay.
You know I turned down|Frankenstein?
- What?|- After I did Dracula...
the studio offered me Frankenstein,|but I turned it down.
Part wasn't sex.y enough.
T oo degrading|for a big star like me.
Bela... I have 25 scenes|to shoot tonight.
Oh. Sorry.|Don't let me slow you down.
Okay. All right.
All right,|let's put it on film!
- Camera!|- [Bill] We're rolling!
- Sound!|- Ed, we don't have sound.
That was perfect!
Come on!|Come on, troops!
Have a nice cup o' joe,|you'll feel much better.
All right.|All right, Harry.
Mr Wood? I only got one hour|of sleep last night.
Yeah, well, I got no sleep, and I feel|great. Go get' em, kid, go get 'em.
- I'm gettin' too old for this.|- Great work, Bill.
Go ahead.|Go get 'em.
Be careful.|Don't hurt him.
Don't scratch|the tentacles.
I wanna thankyou again|for last night.
That's fine, Eddie.|All in the line of duty.
No, no, I want you to know how much|I appreciate all you've done for me.
A great man like yourself|shouldn't have to be wandering|through the muck at 4.:00 a.m.
Well, there are not a lot of fellas|I'd do it for. [ Chuckles ]
Say, I wrote something|special forya.
I got to thinkin' about all|the sacrifices you've made and I--
Well, I wrote you a--
a new final speech.
Well, this is|quite a scene, Eddie.
I know it's a lot to give you|at the last minute, Bela, but--
I'll have no problem|remembering.
All right, kids,|let's knock 'em dead.
My dear|Professor Strowski...
twenty years ago I was banned|from my homeland.
I was classed as a madman, a charlatan.
Outlawed in the world|of science...
which previously|honoured me as a genius.
in this forsaken|jungle hell...
I have proven|that I am all right!
The authorities have learned|how correct your findings were.
So I am here...
to bringyou home.
I have no home.
Living like an animal.
The jungle is my home.
But I shall|show the world...
that I can be its master!
I shall perfect|my own race of people...
a race|of atomic supermen...
that will conquer|the world!
That's a wrap.
Glen Or Glenda?|Now, that was|a hell of a picture.
Yeah, but this new one is gonna be|a million times better.
Is that possible?
Mr Bunny, what's wrong?
I heard you were|becoming a lady.
We got into a car accident;|he was killed.
The surgeon|turned out to be...
If it hadn't been|for these men...
I don't know...
how I would've...
You people are insane!
You're wasting your lives|making shit!
Nobody cares!|These movies are terrible!
Ed, it's over.|I need a normal life.
- Did you really mean|those things you sa--|- I'm tired of living like this.
- But, Poodle--|- I just stuck it out so|you could finish your movie...
and now that's it's done,|so am I.
Ooh, that was|so scaty, it gave me goose bumps.
No, dummy, I didn't say ""goose,"|I said ""goose bumps."
Well, be sure to join me next week|for The Mummy's Curse.
Until then,|pleasant nightmares.
- Okay,|folks, we're off the air.|- [ Man ] That was a good show.
God, this show|needs better jokes.
- You got a phone call.|- Who is it?
I don't know.
- Hello.|- Vampira? Ed Wood here.
- Who?|- Ed Wood.
-Remember, I met you at the Brown Derby?|-Oh, yeah, you.
Listen, I was wondering ifyou'd like to|go out sometime, grab some dinner maybe.
- You mean a date?|I thought you were a fag.|- No, I'm just a transvestite.
So, how's about|Friday night?
Look, you seem like a nice guy,|but you're just not my type.
But keep in touch. Let me know|when your movie opens.
Eddie, help me.
What do you want?
You called me.|Remember?
What areyou doing,|Bela?
I'm going|to kill myself.
- My gosh, what happened?
I got a letter|from the government.
It's all I've got.
Without it,|I can't pay the rent.
Don't you have|any savings?
Eddie, I'm obsolete.
I have nothing|to live for.
Tonight, I shall die.
- You should come with me.
- I don't think that's such a good idea.|- It's a wonderful idea.
It'll be wonderful!|We'll be at peace!
In the afterlife, you don't have|to worry about finding work.
I'm on your side.
Gimme the gun.
Ifyou give me the gun...
I'll make you a drink.
What are you drinking,|Bela?
Straight up,|or on the rocks?
I'm so sorry.
Don't worry, Bela.
- I'm sorry, Eddie. [ Sobbing ]|- Everything will be okay.
Oh, my goodness,|you gave me the willies!
You look like|that Dracula guy.
My name is Bela Lugosi...
and I wish|to commit myself.
For what reason?
I have been a drug addict|for twenty years.
I need help.
Is that angora?
Don't you think angora|has a tactile sensuality...
Iacking|in all other clothing?
Yeah, I suppose.
It is awfully|expensive.
Well, it's made from|specially-bred rabbits...
that live|in the Himalayas.
Say, what are you,|an angora wholesaler?
I'm in pictures.
I'm a director, writer,|actor and producer.
Aw, come on.|Nobody does all that.
Oh, yes, they do.|Two people.
Orson Welles and me.
- Whatcha makin'?|- Booties. For my father.
- Gets cold in the hospital.|- Mmm.
- Has he been here long?|- This is my thirteenth pair.
- Excuse me.
Excuse me, Doctor.
I'm with Mr Lugosi.|How is he?
Well, there's a lot of junk in|his system for such an old man.
Apparently he was|addicted to morphine.
He tried to kick that and he got|readdicted to methadone.
- Is he gonna be okay?|- We'll do our best.
- Hi, Lillian.|- Oh, hi, Ed. He's got|a lot ofvisitors today.
- He does?|- Mm-hmm.
Smile. That's it!
- Hey! Hey!|- One more picture, sir?
- Do the doctors sayyou're|gonna get outta here?|- [ Ed] Freaks!
Get outta here!|Get outta here!
What is wrong with you people?|Come on, trash barrel!
Bela, what happened?
Eddie, why did you|chase them?
After all these years, the press is|finally interested again in Bela Lugosi.
those people are parasites;|they just wanna exploit you.
Fine. Let them.
There is no such thing|as bad press, Eddie.
Man from New York even said|he's putting me on the front page.
First celebrity ever to check|into rehab. [ Coughs ]
When I get out of here...
I will be healthy...
primed for my comeback--
- Hi.|- You look beat.
No, I-I'm fine.|How's your father?
Better. Thank you for asking.|And your friend?
Well, I made him some booties|to cheer him up.
They're black,|to match his cape.
Say, have you always|lived in Los Angeles?
No, I'm from back east.|Poughkeepsie.
You know-- all-American small town;|everybody knows everybody;
my dad worked for the post office;|I was a Boy Scout.
- Did you find it boring?|- No, not at all.
I had my comic books|and pulp magazines.
- Used to listen|to radio dramas constantly.|- I love those shows.
- The Shadow, InnerSanctum.|- Yes.
- And the Mercury Theater|with Orson Welles.|- Mmm.
Boy, you know, every Saturday|afternoon me and my dad...
marched down the street in our uniform|to the little movie theatre.
Oh, the spook house!
You're not gonna believe|the first picture I ever saw.
It was your friend's--|Dracula.
- That's incredible; that's|the first picture I ever saw.|- That is incredible.
- You know, I had to sleep|with the lights on for a week.|- I had to for a month.
But I never missed a Lugosi picture|after that one.
A few years ago I actually saw him|do Dracula live.
It was much scarier|in person.
- Oh. We're stuck.
I'm about to tell you something that|I never told any girl on a first date.
But I think it's important|that you know...
I like to wear|women's clothes.
- Huh?|- I like to wear women's clothes.
Panties, brassieres,|sweaters, pumps.
It's just|something I do.
Yes, I can't believe I'm telling|you this, but I really like you...
and I don't want it getting|in the way down the road.
Does this mean...|you don't like sex with girls?
No, I love sex|with girls.
You see, we thought that Mr Lugosi|was insured through his union.
- Isn't he?|- No, they say his eligibility|ran out years ago.
he doesn't have|any money.
But I'll give you everything I've got;|a few hundred dollars.
That won't even begin to cover it.|He's gonna have to leave.
Bela?|Bela, wake up.
I've got some great news.|The doctor says you're all|better; you can go home now.
I don't feel so great.
No? Well, you look|just peachy.
And, uh, the tests|came back fine.
Come on, let's get up.
Here we go.
Atta boy. Good.
I want to make|another picture.
When are we going to|make another picture?
Oh... soon, Bela.|Very soon.
This is so exciting.
So, Eddie, shouldn't we|have a sound crew?
Uh, no, no, because this|is just second unit stuff.
We're gonna do the main|footage later. All right?
So, what's|this scene about?
You're a very important|and respected man.
And you're leaving your house;|you're in a hurry.
You're on your way to|a big social brouhaha. Okay?
Eddie. What if I'm not|in so big a hurry?
What if I take a moment|to slow down;
to savour the beauty of life;
to, to smell|a budding flower?
That's great.|That is great.
Let's do a take.|Okay?
- Ed, I'm really busy.
- What do you want now?|- I was calling to see|ifyou'd like to attend...
the world premiere of my new movie,|Bride Of The Monster.
- Didn't you just make one|called Bride Of The Atom?|- Yes, it's the same film.
But the distributor|wanted a punchier title.
Come on, it's gonna be|a big event; Bela, Tor and Cris|are coming. You'll have fun!
Uhh! I can't see.
These contact lenses|are hurting.
My eyes|are killin' me.
Don't worry.|We're almost there.
Right in there. Thank God you're here.|They're tearing up the place.
Come on, come on.
Come on, this way.
- Come on!
- I've never been to|a movie premiere before!
Well,|go knock 'em dead.
At the stroke|of midnight...
the witching hour...
the ghouls arise...
- from the dead!
- Hey, Vampira, how 'bout a little love!|- Fuck off!
- One of them stole my wallet!
- I can't see!|- Get off me! Let's go!
- I gotta save 'em!
Get your heads down!|Come on, let's go! We're|getting the heck outta here!
- Can't see!
I can't see any more!
Hey, come on!|Let's split!
- Stop!|- [ Criswell] Get in!|Come on! Go on, get in!
Now, that|was a premiere.
- last night was quite a romp.
- Did you see that kid|grab Vampira's boobies?
I envied him.|Hell, I envied you too.
A girlfriend who would jump|in front of a car like that.
Yes, she is|quite something.
None of my wives|would have.
Eddie,|I want to thankyou.
These last few days|have been...
a good time.
You know, I just--
- I just wish you coulda seen the movie.|- Ahh.
I know it by heart.
I have no home.
Living like an animal.
The jungle is my home.
But I shall|show the world...
that I can be its master!
I shall perfect my own race|of people...
a race|of atomic supermen...
that will conquer the world!
Uh, Mr Lugosi, could I have|your autograph, please?
- Certainly.|- Why, that was-- That was incredible.
- I mean, you're just|as great as you ever were.|- Better.
I am 74,|but I don't know it.
When the brain is young...
the spirit is still...|vigorous...
Iike--|like a young man.
""And left the planet Mars...
never to return again."
- The end.
Hey, who's crazy idea was it|to bury him in the cape?
I heard it was in the will; it was how|he wanted to be remembered.
Could you run it again?
- Huh?|- Uh, Mr Wood, this is Mr Reynolds,|your landlord.
Could you please open up?
- Yes?|- Uh, Mr Wood, you have bounced|your third and final rent cheque.
I'm terribly sorry.
My-My stockbroker must've transferred|the wrong account.
- Come on in.|I'll write you another cheque.
Ahh. I see you're in|the picture business.
-Yes.|-I'm interested in the picture business.
My associates and I, we wish to produce|a series of uplifting religious films...
about the apostles.
But unfortunately,|we don't have enough money.
Well, raising money's tough.
No, our church has|enough money for one film.
We just don't have enough|for all twelve.
Well, you know|what you do?
You produce a film in|a commercially-proven genre...
and then after it's a hit,|you take the profits from that|and make the 1 2 apostles movies.
- Would that work?|- Absolutely.
Let me show you|something.
You see this script?
Grave Robbers From OuterSpace.
Money in the bank.
Grave robbers from what?
From outer space. It's science fiction.|Very big with the kids.
Ifyou make this picture, you'll|have enough money to finance|a hundred religious films...
and pay my back rent|with the profits.
I don't know. This is, um,|all a lot to absorb.
It's a guaranteed blockbuster.
I understand this science fiction is|very popular, but, um...
don't the big hits|always have big stars?
-Well, we have a big star-- Bela Lugosi.|-Bela Lugosi--
Oh, I thought|he passed on.
Yes.|Yes, he did.
-I've got the last footage he ever shot.|-Doesn't look like very much.
Mr Reynolds, this is the acorn|that will grow a great oak.
I'll just get a double|to finish his scenes...
and we'll release it|as Bela Lugosi's final film.
Bunny?|We're makin' another movie.
Yes, I got the Baptist Church of|Beverly Hills to put up the cash.
- Ed, I got|the Lugosi doubles outside.
Bunny, I gotta go.
He's too short.
He's too tall.
He's just not|going to work.
Well, Ed, I was thinkin' like|when Bela played Fu Manchu.
- Paul, that was Karloff.|- Oh.
- You're gonna have to try harder.|- Okay.
- Try to be a cut above. Go get 'em.|- Okay. Right.
Keep Sunday open; the producers|want us to get baptised. Okay.
You know, hon, when you rewrite a|script, it just gets better and better.
This is the ultimate Ed Wood movie.|No compromises.
- Eddie, look at this.|- Hmm?
Poor girl's|out of a job.
I brought the script. You'll be|portraying the ghoul's wife.
- The ghoul's wife?|- Yes.
- You should feel lucky.
Eddie's the only fella in town who|doesn't pass judgement on people.
That's right. If I did,|I wouldn't have any friends.
Look, would it be possible to make the|ghoul's wife a little less prominent...
- so people wouldn't really|notice me in the movie?|- You don't want to be noticed?
Yeah. How about this? What if I don't|have any lines? I'll play the part mute.
- Mute?|- Hey, it's Dr Tom.
- Dr Tom! Hiya!|- Who's Dr Tom?
- He's my chiropractor.|- Hey, Kathy. How are you?
- Fine, thanks.|- Well, look at you.
You're looking|in alignment today.
Well, actually, my neck|is a little funny.
Now, here,|let me fix that.
Look at his head!|It's uncanny!
Lift up your voice
And let us sing
- [ Continues]|- He look nothin' like Bela.
He's kinda|got his ears.
Oh, look.|Coveryour face with this.
Oh.|Now I can see it.
I want to suck|your blood.
I want to suck|your blood!
- Let's hearyou call|Boris Karloff a cocksucker.
We want these Baptists|to like us. Please.
Brothers and sisters...
we reach now in the service|a joyous point...
because we are going to bear witness|to the baptism of our new members.
Why couldn't we do this in the church?
Because Brother Tor couldn't fit|in the sacred tub.
Welcome to the fold,|brother.
- Do you accept Jesus Christ|as your personal saviour?|- Yes!
In the name of the Father,|the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Welcome to the fold,|brother. Welcome.
Praise the Lord,|brother.
Do you reject Satan|and all his evils?
In the name of the Father,|the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Praise the Lord, friends!
- Do you repent for allyour sins?|- [ Tor] I do.
How do you do it? How do you get|all your friends to get baptised...
- just so you can make a monster movie?|- It's not a monster movie.
- It's a supernatural thriller.|- Come toJesus, brother!
I can't believe this.
- Ed, what am I gonna do here?|- What do you mean?
- He has no hair.|- Gee, I never noticed that.|Put a wig on him!
Before we start shooting,|Mr Wood, we have a few questions.
Yes. The script contains numerous|references to grave robbing.
Now, we find the concept of|digging up consecrated ground|to be highly offensive.
- It is blasphemy.|- What are you talking about?|It's the premise of the movie.
- It's the title of the movie,|for Christ's sakes!|- Mr Wood!
Yes, about that title.
It strikes us|as very inflammatory.
Why don't we change it to|Plan 9 From OuterSpace?
Ha! That's ridiculous.
All right.|And, action!
Medical examiner|been around yet?
Just left. The morgue wagon oughta|be along most any time.
- You get their statement?|- Yeah, but they're pretty scared.
Fine mess like this|will frighten anyone.
You have|one of the boys, uh...
take the guy and the girl back to town;|you take charge.
What'd you give him all the lines for?|He's unintelligible.
Lugosi's dead and Vampira won't talk;|I had to give somebody the dialogue!
That is no answer!
What about glitter?
When I was a headliner|in Paris, audiences always|liked it when I sparkled.
- Cat's eyes!|- No!
- Well, I'm going to need some antennae.|- No!
You're the ruler of the galaxy!|Show a little taste!
See? No talking.|Isn't he good?
- Cue Dr Tom.|- N-Now?
Yes, now.|Lurk him.
Be sure and keep|your face covered.
Isn't it wonderful?|Bela lives.
Doesn't it strike you|as a bit morbid?
No. He would've loved it.
Bela's returned|from the grave.
Just like Dracula.|Cue Vampira.
Let's go down and find out|whose grave it is.
Oh, why do I always get hooked up|with these spook details?
Monsters, graves, bodies!
Cue flying saucer.
And cut! Print.|We're moving on.
- That was perfect.|- Perfect? Mr Wood...
do you know anything about|the art of film production?
Well, I like|to think so.
That cardboard headstone|tipped over.
This graveyard|is obviously phoney.
Nobody will ever|notice that.
Filmmaking is not about the tiny|details. It's about the big picture.
- The big picture?|- Yes.
How about when the policemen arrived in|daylight, but now it's suddenly night?
What do you know? Haven't you|heard of suspension of disbelief?
Reverend, I'm here.
- Oh. [ Chuckling ]|- Who is he?
This is our choir director.
He's gonna play|the young hero.
Are you people insane?|I'm the director!
I make the casting decisions|around here!
I thought this was|a group effort.
They're driving me crazy!
These Baptists are...|stupid, stupid, stupid!
Okay.|I gotta calm down.
Gotta calm down.
Gotta calm down.
Take a deep breath.
All right, everybody.|Let's get set up for scene 1 1 2.
Move the crypt stage left, and let's|get Tor's make-up effect ready.
- What do you think you're doing?|- I'm directing.
Not like that|you're not!
Remove that get-up|immediately!
You shame our Lord.
That's it!|I can't take it!
Take me to the nearest bar,|and make it snappy!
Oh, my gosh.
- Excuse me, sir?|- Yes?
Um-- Well, I'm a young filmmaker|and a real big fan.
I-- I just wanted|to meet you.
My pleasure.|I'm Orson Welles.
I'm, uh,|Edward D. Wood,Jr.
What you working on?
Well, the financing just fell through|for the third time on Don Quix.ote.
You know,|I can't believe it.
That sounds just exactly|like my problems.
It's the damn money men.|They never know who's a windbag|and who's got the goods.
Then they all think|they're directors.
Ain't that the truth?|Do you know that I've even|had producers re-cut my movies?
- I hate when that happens.|- And they're always ttying|to cast their buddies.
It doesn't even matter if|they're right for the part.
Tell me about it. I'm supposed|to do a thriller at Universal...
but they want Charlton Heston|to play a Mexican.
Ah, Mr Welles.|Is it all worth it?
It is when it works.
You know, the one film of mine|where I had total control, Kane?
The studio hated it...
but they didn't|get to touch a frame.
- Ed.|- Yes?
Visions are worth|fighting for.
Why spendyour life|making someone else's dreams?
Thank you... Orson.
- Mr Reynolds.|- Yes.
We are gonna finish this picture|just the way I want it...
because you cannot compromise|an artist's vision.
- But it's our money.|- And you're gonna make a bundle...
but only ifyou shut up|and let me do things my way.
All right, gang. Actors in positions.|Let's finish this picture.
Wanna give him a hand?|Keep rolling.
Now that's an alien.
- What plan will you follow now?|- Plan 9.
Plan 9?|Ah, yes.
Plan 9 deals with|the resurrection of the dead.
Long-distance electrodes shot into|the pineal and pituitary glands...
of the recent dead.
You know, maybe you guys were right.|""Plan 9" is a good title.
I want that lightning,|I want those two explosions...
- and I've got to have|more shots of the military!|- Right.
All right, friends.|Prepare for scene 32.
- M-Mr. Wood?|- Yeah?
- Where's the cockpit set?|- You're standing in it. Places!
But what ifwe develop|this solenite bomb?
Then we'd be|a stronger nation too.
You see?|Your stupid minds.
- That's all I'm gonna take outta you!|- Oh!
Greetings, my friend.
We are all interested|in the future...
for that is where you and I are going|to spend the rest of our lives.
And remember, my friend:
Future events such as these|will effect you in the future.
That's a wrap.
I can't get it up.|It's stuck.
Eddie, you're gonna be late|for your own premiere.
All right,|forget it.
- Ladies and gentlemen.
You are about to see|an extraordinary motion picture.
But before it begins, I think we|should all give a hand to the man...
without whom we wouldn't|be here tonight.
Eddie, take a bow!
I just wanna say|that this film...
is for Bela.
The grief of his wife's death...
became greater|and greater agony.
The home they had|so long shared together...
became a tomb--
a sweet memoty|of herjoyous living.
The sky to which|he had once looked...
was now only a covering|for her dead body.
The ever-beautiful flowers|she had planted...
with her own hands...
became nothing more than|the lost roses of her cheeks.
Confused by|his great loss...
the old man|left that home...
never to return again.
This is the one.
This is the one|I'll be remembered for.
Aw, gee, honey,|I'm so happy for ya!
Say, let's get married.
- Huh?|- Right now. Let's go to Vegas.
But, Eddie, it's pouring,|and the car top is stuck.
Phooey! It's only|a five-hour drive...
and it'll probably stop|by the time we get to the desert.
Heck, it'll probably stop by the time|we get around the corner. Let's go.
Wag The Dog
Waga seishun ni kuinashi 1946
Wait Until Dark CD1
Wait Until Dark CD2
Waking Ned Devine (1998)
Waking Ned Divine
Waking Up In Reno
Walk On The Moon A 1999
Walk To Remember A
Walk on Water
Walk on the Wild Side
Walking With Beasts BBC Part02 Whale Killer
Walking With Beasts BBC Part03 Land Of Giants
Walking With Beasts BBC Part04 Next Of Kin
Walking With Beasts BBC Part05 Sabre Tooth
Walking With Beasts BBC Part06 Mammoth Journey
Walking and Talking 1996
Walking tall (2004)
Walking with Dinosaurs
WarGames (1983) CD1
WarGames (1983) CD2
War Game The
War Game The (author commentary)
War Hunt 1962
War Is Over The (Alain Resnais 1966)
War Lover The 1962
War Zone The
War and Peace CD1
War and Peace CD2
War of the Roses The
War of the Worlds The
War of the Worlds The (1953)
Warm Water Under a Red Bridge (Shohei Imamura 2001) CD1
Warm Water Under a Red Bridge (Shohei Imamura 2001) CD2
Warriors Of Heaven And Earth 2003 CD1
Warriors Of Heaven And Earth 2003 CD2
Warriors Of Heaven And Earth CD1
Warriors Of Heaven And Earth CD2
Washington Heights (2002)
Water Drops on Burning Rock
Waterloo 1970 CD1
Waterloo 1970 CD2
Way We Were The
Way of the Gun The
Waynes World 1992
Waynes World 2
We Are No Angels 1989
We Dont Live Here Anymore
We Were Soldiers
Weapon of War CD1
Weapon of War CD2
Wedding Planner The
Wedding Singer The
Weekend Godard 1967
Weekend at Bernies II
Weight of Water The
Weird Science CD1
Weird Science CD2
Welcome Back Mr McDonald 1997
Welcome To Mooseport
Welcome to Collinwood (2002)
Welcome to Sarajevo
Welcome to the Dollhouse
Wes Cravens New Nightmare
West Side Story CD1
West Side Story CD2
West Wing The
Whale Rider 2002
Whales Of August The 1987
What About Bob (1991)
What Dreams May Come CD1 1998
What Dreams May Come CD2 1998
What Fault Is It Of Ours 2003 CD1
What Fault Is It Of Ours 2003 CD2
What Lies Beneath CD1
What Lies Beneath CD2
What Planet Are You From
What Price Glory
What Women Want
What Women Want CD1
What Women Want CD2
What a Girl Wants
What a Way to Go 1964
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane 1962
Whatever It Takes
Whats Eating Gilbert Grapewegg CD1
Whats Eating Gilbert Grapewegg CD2
Whats Love Got To Do With It 1993
Whats New Pussycat
Whats The Worst That Could Happen
Whats Up Doc
Wheels on Meals
When A Man Loves A Woman 1994 CD1
When A Man Loves A Woman 1994 CD2
When Harry Met Sally
When I Turned Nine 2004 CD1
When I Turned Nine 2004 CD2
When Ruoma Was Seventeen 2002
When The Last Sword Is Drawn 2003 CD1
When The Last Sword Is Drawn 2003 CD2
When Will I Be Loved 2004
When the Rain Lifts 1999
When the Sky Falls
When we were kings
Where Angels Go Trouble Follows (James Neilson 1968)
Where Eagles Dare CD1
Where Eagles Dare CD2
Where The Heart Is
Where the Red Fern Grows 2003
Where the Sidewalk Ends
While You Were Sleeping
Whisper of the Heart
White Fang - To the Rescue
White Man Cant Jump CD1
White Man Cant Jump CD2
White Sheik The
White Sun Of The Desert 1970
White Valentine - 25fps - 1999
White Valentine 1999
Who Are You 2002 CD1
Who Are You 2002 CD2
Who Is Cletis Tout
Who framed Roger Rabbit (1988)
Whole Nine Yards The
Whole ten yards The
Whos Afraid of Virginia Woolf CD1
Whos Afraid of Virginia Woolf CD2
Whos Harry Crumb
Whos That Knocking at My Door
Whos Your Daddy
Wicked - 29,970fps 1998
Wicked 1998 29,970fps
Wicked City - 1973
Wicked City 1973
Wicker Park CD1
Wicker Park CD2
Wild Bunch The
Wild Bunch The - Restored Directors Cut
Wild One The
Wind Carpet The (Kamal Tabrizi 2003)
Wind Will Carry Us The CD1
Wind Will Carry Us The CD2
Wings of Desire CD1
Wings of Desire CD2
Wizard Of Darkness
Wizard of Oz The CD1
Wizard of Oz The CD2
Women from Mars
Women in Black The
World Is Not Enough The
Worst of Ed Wood Boxed Set The