("ROSEMARY" BY MAT BASTARD PLAYING)
A blue for you, a red for me. A blue for you...
Daddy? Are monsters real?
Well, if they are, I certainly hope they pay their taxes like the rest of us.
-Dad, can you take me to Zombillenium? -(PHONE RINGS)
-How's it going? -MAN: Bad. They blocked the access.
-What do they want? -Keep their jobs?
That factory's non-compliant.
Business as usual. Promise them a bonus, make something up,
but by tomorrow it has to be razed.
What were you asking me, hon?
Uh... I'd like to go to Zombillenium.
-Sure. I'll take you. -Swear?
Cross my heart and hope to die. (CHUCKLES) Come on, work hard.
-MAN: I'm doing my best! -Not you, stupid. Off you go.
-See you Friday, sweetie. -See you, Daddy.
-MAN: So it's for Friday or for tomorrow? -Tomorrow, I said.
-Goodbye, honey. -Bye, Mommy.
(SIGHS)
MAN: But how do I clear them off?
Just work it out. Call the cops, or even the army if necessary,
but at the break of day, I wanna hear the sweet sound of the tractors,
breathe in the smell of rubble,
personally witness the triumph of civilization.
MAN: (SNIFFLES) That's beautiful, boss.
-(HECTOR GASPS) -(TIRES SCREECH)
What was that?
BARTENDER: Hey, here comes Mr. Quality Control. A coffee, as usual?
No, something stronger to calm my nerves.
BARTENDER: Okay. What's going on?
Just now, at the crossroads, I dropped my daughter off at school,
and this... This flying chick pops up in front of me.
I crashed into the traffic light to avoid her.
A flying chick?
You clearly ran into the Zombillenium witch.
Blah, blah, blah. Another one of their publicity stunts.
Publicity schmublicity!
Halloween, pumpkins, I can deal with that,
but their damn lousy corpses park, over my dead body!
-(GUN FIRING) -BARTENDER: Hey!
-Sylvain, keep it down. -Is your hunting permit up to date?
Where that park is, there used to be the mine.
And one day, boom! Mineshaft explosion.
Dozens of my workmates dead.
Rumor has it that they're the ones who are now working in the park.
Yes, sir, the Devil took their souls.
And they only hire foreigners.
My daughter wants to go there. I'd shut down that dreadful park. (SNIFFS)
Well, isn't that precisely your job?
Yeah, it is!
I'll pay them a surprise visit, this morning. (CHUCKLES)
I'll control every detail. Safety, blueprints, management.
Ha! That'll teach 'em.
Last time some overconfident rookie tried to rub their nose in it,
he was never seen again!
HECTOR: Ha-ha! Here I come, you phony monsters!
(BELL CHIMING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(GATE CREAKS)
(CLANGS)
-FRANCIS: May I help you? -(GASPS)
Francis Von Bloodt, manager.
HECTOR: You... You scared me.
That's my job. Do you have an appointment?
Hector Saxe. I control standards and always come unannounced.
That's my job.
FRANCIS: And finally, our Ghost Train.
Safety and sustainable development are the guiding principles of our park.
Here are all the certificates of compliance in order, Mr. Sack.
-Saxe. -(GRUMBLES)
We have spared no expense regarding new standards of compl...
Hmm. Mmm-hmm. These harnesses don't comply with the B-75 circular
on amusement park safety.
But, Mr. Saxe.
(GRUMBLES)
Why don't you bring your children to our park instead of controlling it?
Hmm. Attempted bribery? Well done.
How did you know I had a daughter?
-Francis. -Aton.
-This is not a good time. -But the cotton candy stall has...
Excuse me. This'll just take a second.
Aton, this guy is a human, and a control inspector. Now, scram!
ATON: Who cares if he's an inspector or whatever?
I have a problem.
Hmm.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(ATON AND VAN BLOODT ARGUING)
(BEEPS)
-FRANCIS: I have things to do. -ATON: I need your help.
(CREAKING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(GEARS CLANG)
(STEAM HISSES)
(GASPS)
(WORKERS GROANING)
(SNARLS)
(BARKS)
Ah! A sweatshop. (CHUCKLES)
And it's not on the blueprints.
Ha! It looks like Zombillenium has come to...
Ah! Oh!
(TUTS) Mr. Saxe, you shouldn't have gone through that door.
You've seen too much.
Are you trying to intimidate me? Your park is obsolete.
The harnesses, the roller coaster structure,
not to mention employment of illegal workers.
My report will be... A killer?
What are we going to do with you?
(HECTOR SCREAMS)
TEACHER: "Drip-drop goes
"the rain
"on the heap."
"On the heap," not "the hip!"
Again.
"On the heap."
Period.
"I slide..."
Penelope!
I want to see your nose on your paper.
-Miss, why is Lucie in the graveyard? -Hmm?
(CHILDREN MURMURING)
TEACHER: Oh, yes.
Well, it's... It's a terrible tragedy.
Lucie lost her daddy yesterday morning.
Well, he had it coming. He used to put people out of work.
You can't say that. It's not nice! It's no fun to lose your dad.
-That's what my dad said. -Quiet!
(TUTS) Hush. And since Lucie already lost her mom,
she's going to stay at the boarding school until the end of the term.
You'll have to help her through, be kind to her, et cetera.
Well, let's get back to it.
HELL HAS NEVER BEEN SO MUCH FUN
FRANCIS: Blaise. Is our controller awake?
But... Did you bite him, too?
To turn him into a werewolf. We have enough vampires.
But, Blaise. So, he's a what?
-We'll find out in a second. -Hello, Mr. Saxe. You're dead.
Congratulations, you've been hired at Zombillenium.
Ah! Mr. Manager, what I found in the basement was not pretty.
Also, I was attacked!
I warn you, I'm going to send a report to General Inspection and...
(SCREAMS)
Ten bucks he lands on his feet, and he's a werewolf.
Ten bucks he turns into a bat, and he's a vampire.
-(SCREAMS) -BOTH: A zombie?
(GROANS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Ah!
-(ZOMBIE GROANING) -(HECTOR EXCLAIMS)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
-FRANCIS: Mr. Saxe. -(EXCLAIMS)
The park opens its gates at 9:00.
Staff must be present from 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.,
except for night events that last all night.
-MIRANDA: Mr. Von Bloodt, here you are. -Hello, Miranda.
-You have new glasses? Very nice. -Oh. Thanks for noticing.
-Hey, Freddy. -Hello, boss.
-I have quotes for maintenance. -Go with the cheapest.
Okay, I've had it. I want out.
Forget all attempts to escape, Mr. Saxe.
-It's forbidden to leave the park. -But what about my daughter?
You should have thought about her before.
-So, did you fix that casket, guys? -As good as new, boss.
MIRANDA: The manufacturers are asking for a go-ahead on the zombie figurines.
-Granted. Hello, Arthus. -ARTHUS: Hello, boss.
MIRANDA: The Golems are asking to be off on Saturdays.
FRANCIS: Nope. No way.
MIRANDA: We keep getting letters from teenagers who wanna become vampires.
GIRLS: Good morning, Mr. Von Bloodt.
FRANCIS: Good morning, kids. That stupid vampire trend. I hate it.
Give them the usual reply, Miranda.
Tell them to forget cheesy novels and chastity.
They should have fun and study.
Some are threatening to kill themselves.
Well, if they do, we'll get in touch with them.
-Hey, you're new. Unionized? -Certainly not. That's the last thing...
Sirius Jefferson, staff representative.
Hector Saxe, control inspec...
What's going on?
This is Hector, a newcomer, who'll soon be joining our union.
Isn't that right?
You know, being dead doesn't mean being exploited.
I was an activist for equal rights for African Americans
in the 60s in Texas.
I died on the electric chair for defending our civil rights.
-(LAUGHS) -Dude. It's no joke, Okay?
Shut your mouth. We've heard enough.
Hmm. So, today, it's Texas? Yesterday, it was Mississippi.
(CHUCKLES)
Laugh your guts out. Thanks to you, the employers feel really threatened.
By the way, you're a zombie, right?
Not a snooty vampire or a werewolf bully?
-How did you die, anyway? -I'm not dead!
(LAUGHS) Right, sure.
(SCREAMS)
Let me out of here!
SKELETON: Hey! My coffee.
(HECTOR SCREAMS)
-(OOMPAH BAND PLAYING) -(EXCLAIMS)
Help me! Help! Please! I need your help, please.
Call the police!
-(LAUGHS) -Look at him.
(BOY LAUGHS)
Welcome to hell. Come on, follow me.
-Yeah! Wait for me! -Hey, come back.
-MOTHER: Stop running! -ZOMBIE: Crummy kid.
Whoa! (GROANS)
How are you kids doing? I've got some treats for you.
(KIDS SCREAM)
-ZOMBIE: Stop it! -GIRL: I got a candied apple!
BOY: Got it!
Here's your station.
That's for you, maestro.
Power's here. Pour the sugar in here. Grab a stick and spin it, and voilà.
You don't need a master's degree to use this machine. So long, buddy.
To think I used to be a pharaoh.
TEACHER: Mary received 12 oranges for her birthday.
BOY: Mary's poor.
TEACHER: She gave four to Jeremy and lost three on the road
because of a hole in her plastic bag.
Miss. Do living-dead people exist for real?
(CHALK SCRAPES)
(CHILDREN GASP)
Of course not. What an idea.
-Why do you ask? -So Santa isn't real either?
Ah! He is. He's very real.
But then, how come flying reindeer exist and zombies don't?
Lucie! Why are you being so impudent? Hmm?
Take this and this and this!
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
Oh!
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
Quiet!
If I hear one single one of you mentioning that... That lair,
that park for the depraved,
be prepared to spend the entire night
in the cupboard!
GIRL 1: Can you believe it?
Oh, my God, no way. He really said that?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Wait, let's take a selfie.
GIRL 1:Totally. You're, like, so hot in this.
GIRL 2: Let's send it to Nick.
So you're selling balloons?
No, I'm walking them.
Say, all of this, it's fake, right?
I mean, I'm not really a vampire or a werewolf.
The fall from the tower was a setup, wasn't it?
Nope. You're the Devil's property, and you're an evil creature.
Though we don't know precisely what kind.
Based on the smell of your breath, I'd say you're a zombie.
(LAUGHS) Yeah, right. And what are you, a witch?
I'm dressed like a witch so people can't figure out that's what I am.
I'm doing an internship "to discover the corporate world."
And my task is to keep an eye on you, but believe me, I'm not really thrilled.
(GIRLS SHRIEKING)
(SIGHS) Steven, what would we do without him?
Learn a lesson, zombie. Look at that vampire.
He keeps the park rolling just with his attraction.
The same can't be said of the zombies over there.
Honestly, who'd want to see that hogwash?
Uh-huh.
(SMOOCHES)
If it were up to me, we'd only have vampires here.
Sneaky little rascal.
They're all crazy. I'll warn the cops.
Doctors, priests, press...
I know people. I'll spread the word. I have connections.
I'll show them. (GASPS)
Lucie. I didn't call her yesterday. She must be worried sick.
(SNARLING)
(ROARS)
Huh?
-(GUN FIRING) -A monster!
(YELLING) You're gonna end up as a trophy!
(EXCLAIMS)
-Whoa! Oh! -(GUN FIRING)
Come on. Show yourself.
Huh?
-(SIGHS) -(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
(CHILDREN CHEERING)
Again these horrors?
-It's for my dad. -(GRUMBLES)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
(GRUNTING)
Do you see this, Lucie? This is a skeleton.
So, yes, your father is a skeleton.
But a skeleton that's buried six feet under,
a skeleton that doesn't move, doesn't have muscles,
no more lungs, no more eyes, no more heart.
(SNARLS)
When will you finally get over it, Lucie?
Do you want me to send you to a specialized school?
-Is that what you want? -(GLASS SHATTERS)
(HECTOR SNARLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GROWLS)
No!
(PANTING)
(TEACHER GASPING)
SYLVAIN: Ah! There you are.
(HORN HONKING)
-Come on, hop in. -Get out of my way, or I'll shoot.
-Shoot me with a leek? -Huh?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Daddy?
TEACHER: Oh!
Weren't you told not to leave the park?
But look at me. What's happening to me?
Look at these horns, these ears,
these teeth, these hands,
these fingers, this...
-Are you planning a complete inventory? -But I... I'm horrible.
Which means you can't leave the park.
(LAUGHS) You'll get used to it.
(DOOR OPENS)
(GROANS)
As stupid as a suitcase without a handle.
Come on, get in the car.
-Okay, you're in shock, but get over it. -(GUN FIRING)
-What the hell? -(TIRES SCREECHING)
You damn monsters!
-I'm coming. I'm coming. -(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GUN FIRING)
I have coffee with him every week. What's his problem?
The problem is you're dead. You've no business with the living.
-That's why he wants to kill you. -It doesn't make sense.
(GUN FIRING)
Whoa!
-Oh! -(GUN FIRING)
(GASPS) Whoa!
(SCREAMING)
-Now I got you! -(GUN FIRING)
(HECTOR SCREAMING)
HECTOR: We're gonna die!
I told you, you're already dead.
Ah.
(HECTOR GROANS)
It's the last time I fetch a runaway monster.
I'm not a freak pound.
And my car must be going up in flames by now.
Why don't you ask Daddy to get you a new one?
Sirius, this is not the time.
-I'm done with this guy. -You're an intern. Do as you're told.
-That's not for me. -Do you prefer to sell balloons?
Zombies and other Z-movie monsters don't belong in this park.
You know where they should be? Down below, in hell.
Z-movie monsters? Come on.
I'm getting tired of this daddy's little girl.
-Sirius, just take him to his cell. -Okay, boss.
Hey, what's with your mail-order Hellboy look?
Come on, dude, let's split.
("DIGGIN IN THE CRATES" BY MODONUT 2 PLAYING)
(ZOMBIES CHATTERING)
ATON: So, you see, the vampires call our floor the ghetto.
Don't know if you've noticed,
but the different groups of monsters don't get along.
-Yo, Mikey. -MIKEY: Hey, Sirius.
-Are all monsters under house arrest? -Yep, all of us.
Some vampires have demanded to go outside since they look quite human.
But Francis insists it should be the same for all monsters.
Here we are. Your new home, sweet home.
Hey. What's with the ridiculous horns?
For a guy who tried to shut down our park, I think it's appropriate.
Yeah. I guess I was doing the dirty work. (PLAYING BLUES ON GUITAR)
Hey! The horn man can play the blues.
Yeah, I was in a band once.
Before my wife died.
After that, I had to get a real job to look after my little girl.
So I worked. I worked.
I had no time left to care for Lucie.
I sent her to boarding school.
I didn't see much of her.
And now, I'll never see her again.
Hey, it's hard at first. We all know. But you'll get used to it.
We've all left people we love behind.
I haven't. They were all my slaves. They poisoned me.
Anyway, I'm off. If you need to talk, we're not far.
Now, get some rest, Hector Saxe.
ZOMBIE 1: Hey! Cut it out with the lullaby.
ZOMBIE 2: Some people are trying to sleep!
-(THUNDER RUMBLES) -(SKYPE CALL JINGLE)
DEVIL: Hello, Francis.
Hello, Mr. President.
I received the recent park attendance levels.
We're still in the red.
It's true we had a slight drop this semester again, but...
Zombillenium is plummeting!
I gave you plenty of time to straighten this out.
The park visitor curve has been consistently dropping.
This time, we have to shut down.
You know what that means to lay off all our staff!
Francis, when you came to me 20 years ago
with your project to reintegrate all the monsters
still haunting modern society, I thought it was brilliant.
An amusement park as a business adventure. Fantastic.
But what did you promise me in exchange for all your zombie souls?
Big profits.
And is Zombillenium making money?
No, sir.
It's over, Francis. Zombillenium has to shut down.
You can't do that to us.
Give me one month to show you that we can be terrifying, that Zombillenium...
Two weeks. You have two weeks to straighten things out.
If not, I will reclaim what is mine.
For your lot, this means a one-way ticket to hell.
Have I made myself clear?
Crystal clear, sir.
(ZOMBIES CHATTERING)
So, Jack-in-the-box. Sleep well?
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Good morning, everyone.
I have two announcements to make,
and I need all of your attention, please.
First, Steven continues to be our employee of the month
-for the 78th consecutive time. -(CROWD APPLAUDING)
Thanks for the good work.
Hey, don't mention it, boss.
After all, I'm only attracting 99 percent of visitors.
Steven, you're so strong. You're so hot! Bite me, bite me, bite me, please!
The second announcement is about our cherished park,
which, as you know, is experiencing some financial hardship.
I have therefore made a decision to secure the future for all of us.
I'm planning to find some investors among humans.
You have 15 days to make this park the scariest thing ever.
So now be scary!
Or else you all know what to expect.
And what are we to expect?
-We're going to hell. -Aren't we there already?
I think this is the perfect opportunity to present to these investors
my ideas for the park.
My friends, listen to me.
I have a dream.
A dream for an ideal park, built on class and excellence.
Vampirama, a park totally rid
of all these ugly freaks.
(ZOMBIES JEERING)
What's in it for us? We're gonna give you manicures?
Uh... Who? You? (CHUCKLES)
-You go down, spin the wheel in hell. -Steven, we've been through all this.
I created this park for all monsters.
Vampires, werewolves, cyclops, ghosts and...
Them too, yes.
And especially for zombies.
(CHUCKLES) But zombies are has-beens.
No one's into zombies anymore. The trend has changed.
Seriously, do you think people come here to be scared?
The future of monsters is romanticism.
Sensuality, passion,
mystery.
And certainly not so-called fear induced by rotting corpses.
Anyway, no one here is scary anymore.
HECTOR: Yes. I am!
My name is Hector Saxe, and yesterday, I scared the hell out of my own kid.
Wow! And he did that all by himself. Let's give him a big hand.
I was an awful dad, but I promised to take my daughter to this park,
so believe me, I'll do everything I can to keep it in business.
You can bring on those investors, Mr. Von Bloodt.
Trust me, I'll give them a scare they'll never forget!
So be it. Try to make the Ghost Train a little spookier, Mr. Saxe.
You'll get to check whether it conforms to standards.
And now, everybody, get to work.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
What do you think? Isn't it awesome?
-So cool. -It's lame. Lame.
No, seriously, it's lousy. Thriller's old. You need a new groove.
And it's not even Thriller.
Well, we couldn't afford the rights.
I can see why vampires are so trendy.
So what does His Majesty the Fear Expert suggest?
-(BACKDROP THUDS) -Listen, I know fear.
I gave the willies to all the big companies around.
My weapon? The surprise effect. You're too predictable, guys.
Rule number one, find your look.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHS)
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
Rule number two, appear where and when the victim least expects it.
Rule number three, find the right props.
-(SHRIEKING) -Yeah! Come on, let's do this!
(LAUGHING)
-(SHRIEKING) -Yeah!
(GIRLS SHRIEKING)
(SHRIEKING)
(LAUGHS) Yoo-hoo!
Hah!
(ROARS)
(SHRIEKING)
-(HECTOR ROARING) -(DISTANT SHRIEKING)
Huh?
BOY: Let's go to the train!
Whoo-hoo!
-I was, like, so scared! -Totally. Let's go again.
-(ALL LAUGHING) -Oh, yeah!
ZOMBIE 1: Amazing job, man!
-ZOMBIE 2: You're the champ, man! -HECTOR: Thank you, guys.
So, can somebody here tell me what happened?
It was Steven. He tried to sabotage our show.
That's true. But they kept bursting in on my Ferris wheel.
We were about to explain when Gretchen stood between us with her spells.
Yeah, except I was at the cotton candy stall when suddenly...
-Stop laughing. -(LAUGHING)
You need to get rid of them. They're dragging the park down.
-They're more popular than you now. -GRETCHEN: Yeah?
If I could use my powers, I'd be more popular.
No, Gretchen, you're an intern. You're here to learn. Oh, um...
While you're all here, what do you think of the new poster?
Hmm.
Zombies on a billboard?
Why not advertise our trash cans while you're at it.
Yes!
Someday, we'll clean up things around here,
and we'll sort the rubbish. That's for sure.
-(DOOR SLAMS) -(GRETCHEN SCOFFS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Kids, tonight is the monthly staff party.
Relax, just have fun, enjoy the park.
Tomorrow, I want you to be in shape
to give the creeps to all those stupid tourists in shorts.
HECTOR: What are we celebrating?
It's our little tradition. Every full moon, the park is ours.
We can chill and forget about our work a little.
And guess who obtained all this for us. You're looking right at him.
Congratulations, Mr. Union Rep.
Couldn't you get us some holidays instead?
Fixed-term contracts? Extra month's pay?
Uh... Yeah, right. Negotiations are under way.
-SKELETON: Aaah! -GIRL: Yoo-hoo!
Hey, boys. How you doin'? Come on, guys. Come join us.
Come on! Let's climb on board!
(ZOMBIES CHEERING)
Here's to death and the surprises it has in store for us. Whoo-hoo!
Mmm... (GAGS)
ALL: Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp!
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp!
-Yeah! Congrats. You're so cool. -Now you're one of us.
Oh! I think we beat our new record today, right, Dolores? How many?
DOLORES: Five thousand Ghost Train visitors.
Yes! That's almost the number of visitors for the entire park,
which means that we, zombies, are totally hot again. Whoo-hoo!
Thanks to our new friend.
Tomorrow, the investors will see who's got the biggest waiting line.
-BOUNCER: Do you have an invitation? -WOMAN: We're on the list.
SIRIUS: I'll be damned. They've made their own VIP area.
Whatever. Bats will be bats.
When I see that, all I want to do is crash their party!
(MELLOW TRANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCRAPING)
Good evening, vampires!
We got a new guy in town, and we thought it'd be nice to introduce him.
-Ladies and gentlemen, Hector Saxe! -(PLAYING ROCK SONG ON GUITAR)
-Get out of here! -Get lost, carrion!
-Get off the stage. -(MUSIC STOPS)
You think this is a firefighters' ball?
Here, we play romantic neo-goth death metal.
(PLAYING DEATH METAL RIFF)
(HECTOR PLAYING DEATH METAL RIFF)
(SINGING) Hey, hey, hey
Everybody stand as one
We don't care where you come from
You'll never be alone
Hey, hey, hey
Everybody stand as one
We don't care where you come from
You'll never be alone
We gonna start tonight
We gotta start tonight
Oh, yeah, we will be proud
We are the voice of a generation now
We're gonna be the ones
We gotta be the ones
Oh, yeah, we will be proud
Hey, hey, hey
Everybody stand as one
We don't care where you come from
You'll never be alone
Hey, hey, hey
Everybody stand as one
We don't care where you come from
You'll never be alone
Hey, hey, hey
ALL: Everybody stand as one
We don't care where you come from
You'll never be alone
(CROWD CHEERING)
What's that smell?
(SNIFFS) I smell the stench of corpses.
-Get off the stage! -Yeah. Let them play again.
Okay, fine. If it's all very trendy, let's go for it, vampire friends.
-Let's stop washing. Yahoo! -Boo!
Let's show our guts.
Let's sleep in our pus.
Steven, stop it.
Oh yes, for sure, he attracts visitors with his little ride.
But let's be serious. As long as he's hanging around,
attendance will never exceed 5,000 people.
-Hey! I never asked to be here. -So, get lost.
Easy does it, kids.
The investors are coming tomorrow.
If you keep up the good work like you have so far, the park is saved.
I'm counting on you.
ATON: (CHUCKLES) Hello, my fellow corpses.
Hey, check out what I stole from the vampire crypt.
A hundred-percent pure blood.
Here, have a sip, Luther King, it'll make you feel free.
-(CONTAINER SHATTERS) -MAN: Hey!
All right, all right, I confess.
I never defended civil rights. I used to sing in dive bars,
and I sold my soul to the Devil in exchange for fame. There!
I was driving to my first gig, my opening night,
my car crashed into a truck, and here I am.
Wait, whoa, you guys please keep this to yourselves, Okay?
I mean, I would totally lose credibility as a union leader.
Well, given your success, it wouldn't make that much difference.
Yeah, really. He's not even able to organize a strike.
What about the 65-hour work week? You ungrateful zombies.
What's the use of a union if you don't go on strike?
What? Are you crazy? That would be a one-way ticket to hell.
Sure.
Hey, zombie guys, can I join the conversation?
(SCOFFS) Hey, look, it's the intern.
Is your mascara workshop over with your vampire friends?
Oh, them. They're...
Forget it.
-You're good with a guitar. -You're not bad yourself.
Shame you're into muzak.
Hey, are you really the Devil's daughter?
What? No. Where does that piece of gossip come from?
That's what everybody says.
And who's everybody?
Well, maybe the same one who claims certain union leaders
died on the electric chair. (SNICKERS)
Shut up. I'm so sick of your sarcasm.
The investors will be here tomorrow. I'm gonna get some shut-eye.
He's got a point. I'm off too.
Same here. And no naughty business, kids. (CHUCKLES)
GRETCHEN: Your daughter lives in that village, doesn't she?
What's her name?
Lucie.
(SCOFFS) I've been a rotten dad. Boy, I deserve these horns.
Now my daughter's in the hands of a crazy teacher.
She needs me and I'm only realizing it now... Ah.
Okay, charming company.
Do you still want to try to see her?
I'm not monitoring you anymore, you know.
HECTOR: Yeah, but I don't want to scare her.
-GRETCHEN: What are you staring at? -What? Your... Your tattoo.
GRETCHEN: The griffin?
It means I've reached the first level of the witch hierarchy.
Then come the basilisk, the harpy, and the dragon.
How do you reach the next level? With an internship?
GRETCHEN: By making light prevail over the darkness.
Ah.
I know. Doesn't make sense to me either.
(CHUCKLES) You're... You're pretty cool, actually.
Despite the fact that you're always in a bad mood.
I mean, not that it bothers me, right?
Then again, you're an intern,
so it makes sense if you have to do the dirty...
I'm not saying you do the dirty work. I mean, you...
Do you want to sit for a minute? No? You...
Go to bed, Hector Saxe.
(EXCLAIMS)
(GRETCHEN HUMMING "STAND AS ONE")
STEVEN: You like him, don't you?
Steven, for crying out loud, these are the women's lockers!
(STEVEN CHUCKLES)
You still have a lot to learn about vampires.
Garlic, that's rubbish we made up a long time ago
to let humans think they could beat us.
(EXHALES)
So does he get to you with his tiny horns?
Why? Are you jealous?
Yes, I am. There, I've said it. Happy?
I ruined your concert
because it made me mad to see the two of you so close.
All I do is ruin everything.
Like with us two. I've been a pathetic, self-centered...
Pervert? Upstart? Manipulator?
A moron, obsessed by his own image in the eyes of his fans.
But when I saw you on stage with your guitar,
what you shared with the audience.
Wow!
You managed to bring together the vampires and the zombies.
-You're the future of the park. -It was just a short jam session.
It was more than that. You can be a huge success.
If you perform in front of the investors, the park is saved.
Yeah, but Francis will never let me.
Make your choice. Remain in the darkness or finally triumph in the light.
(SIGHS)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(BONES CRACKING)
As you can see right here...
(SNIFFS)
(CHUCKLES)
Huh?
(BATS SCREECHING)
(EXCLAIMS)
No! (SCREAMING)
Here we are on Main Street, the main boulevard of the park.
From here, you can see the Ferris wheel. Quite a successful attraction,
I must admit.
And we also have some actors.
Look, look at those three, aren't they terribly colorful?
Quite funny, aren't they? (CHUCKLES)
Well, now let's go to the main attraction,
the famous Ghost Train.
(GROANS)
Steven. Wait till Francis hears about this, buddy.
The old man? He's showing off with the new bosses.
I'm just cleaning up the park for him.
Nothing personal, really.
But you must admit you're a blight in the picture. Oh!
(GROWLING)
We need to adjust to the market demands. Zombies, they're has-beens.
(STEVEN LAUGHS)
FRANCIS: Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Yeah! (CHUCKLES)
(SNICKERS) Ooh!
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
-Hey! -Bleh.
(COUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
(ATON SIGHS)
(CLANGS)
(GRUNTS)
-(SOFTLY) Hector. -(MUSIC SLOWS DOWN AND STOPS)
(CHUCKLES)
(GIRLS SHRIEKING)
Well, madam, gentlemen, how would you like to invest in fear?
-Your show is terribly outdated. -And also quite stressful.
Do you realize there are children in this park?
Personally, I imagine an innovative concept,
with more glamorous characters.
-Away with these horrible zombies. -But zombies are the theme of the park.
They're the reason people come here, or it wouldn't be called "Zombillenium."
That's not the point. I've read all the market research.
They show consumer morale is at its lowest,
and people would rather take their minds off their problems.
Who wants monsters on the weekend when you cope with your boss all week?
I've been managing this park for over 15 years, so I won't be intimidated...
Francis, calm down.
Such a funny guy. (CHUCKLES)
Gentlemen, madam, I am sure you have some fabulous ideas and suggestions.
What you need is, how can I put it, a fear that's not scary.
That's it. A fear that makes you smile.
A romantic fear, with beautiful monsters,
like that charming young man over there on the wheel.
There's your concept. Ugly monsters are out.
-And you'll need cats as well. -(PLAYING DEATH METAL)
Miranda, I have an emergency. Please take care of my guests.
MIRANDA: Of course, Mr. Francis.
Don't worry, Miranda. I'll look after the guests.
FRANCIS: Gretchen, what on Earth? This is not good timing.
(INAUDIBLE)
Gretchen, this is no time to draw attention.
I'm in a meeting.
We're never allowed to do anything in this park.
FRANCIS: I've had it. I'm going to have a little conversation with your father.
Nyeh nyeh-nyeh-nyeh nyeh, nyeh... "Your father."
I'm sorry. I hope I didn't take too long.
Oh, wow, that's fantastic.
You've decided to invest in Zombillenium.
That's something you won't regret, my friends. You'll see, we...
Change of management?
-You understand? -Huh?
STEVEN: Oh yes, Francis. These gentlemen
have only one condition, that I become the boss.
You... Steven, you didn't?
First-name basis? I don't think so.
Shall I ask a couple of my employees to help move your stuff out?
There, there, Mr. Von Bloodt, don't look so glum.
Now you can enjoy early retirement.
You've been here for too long. Make way for the young.
What's going on? Huh?
(INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
STEVEN: Yes. Absolutely.
It goes without saying.
So you're the boss now? You used me.
-I should have known better. -Shh. Please, thank you. Yes?
I'll put her on. It's your daddy. Oh, sorry, speaker on.
DEVIL: So, my daughter. How is your internship going?
What do you want?
I want you to take all the zombies to hell.
To hell? Never! All monsters belong in this park.
Gretchen, we've just signed a pact with the humans.
And now this park belongs to them.
They want glitter-sweating vampires to thrill teenage girls.
Well, that was a bit harsh.
DEVIL: It's their choice. It's the law of the market.
If the zombies don't go, the park shuts down.
Shut it down! The vampires will sink with the ship.
-(STEVEN SCOFFS) -DEVIL: Don't force me to do it myself.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
If you lock up the zombies, I will destroy everything!
DEVIL: Will you, now? I'm disappointed in you.
(GRETCHEN GROANS)
Your powers are gone, as well as the high hopes I had for you.
And since you're so fond of zombies,
you can replace them at the cotton candy stall.
Go on. You can leave. I don't need you anymore.
(STEVEN LAUGHS)
VAMPIRAMA, OPENING JULY 21 FREE ADMISSION
STEVEN: (ON SPEAKER) Ladies, young ladies, adorable future female conquests.
-A good lesson! -STEVEN: And, of course, you gentlemen.
No, this is not a dream.
For its opening, a very unique place is welcoming you for free today.
A temple of marvels, a sanctuary for romance,
a pantheon of eternal shivers.
In a word, Vampirama!
Be charmed by Vampirama,
the first park entirely dedicated to vampires
and their incomparable appeal.
Vampirama! Dig your teeth into it, or be zombified.
The sexiest vampires are waiting to seduce you, so quick!
First come, first enslaved.
Don't miss out on this exceptional opportunity.
Come to discover and enjoy your new park for free today.
CROWD: Three, two, one...
(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
Ladies and gentlemen, young ladies,
welcome to Vampirama!
(SINGING) Welcome to, welcome to Vampi-Vampirama
Trick-or-treat, take your time Tell me what you wanna
Vampires never sleep We're always on fire
Let's take a photo!
Cheese! Too ugly.
Ma-ma-ma Ma-ma-ma
Welcome to, welcome to Vampi-Vampirama
Trick-or-treat, take your time Tell me what you wanna
Vampires never sleep We're always on fire
-(SIGHS) -(SIGHS)
-Are you all by yourself? -I'm looking for my dad.
-Uh... Come on, let's find him. -His name is Hector Saxe.
He works here.
What? Sorry, can you say that again?
We've decided to go on strike. Pass it along.
Psst. We've decided to go on strike. Pass it along.
We've decided to go on strike. Pass it along.
Look, guys, it's been passed along at least 15 times.
-(DOGS SNARL) -(ZOMBIE SHRIEKS)
-ZOMBIE: No! -(DOGS MAULING ZOMBIE)
-(ZOMBIE SCREAMS) -(BODY THUDS)
Uh, we've decided not to go on strike. Pass it along.
Welcome to, welcome to Vampi-Vampirama
Wow! This is so cool.
Thanks for the ice cream.
Hey, do you have a boyfriend?
See that vampire statue over there? Well, he used to be my boyfriend.
He's ugly.
You're pretty. Even if you have a big nose. (CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
Mmm! It's so yummy.
Lucie, you won't find your dad here.
(LUCIE SOBS)
Wait. Maybe this park can do some magic.
Come on, follow me. We'll try to send a message to your daddy.
And if you really believe it, I'm sure he'll hear it.
Young Lucie is waiting for her daddy at Security Control.
Go ahead, Lucie. Your dad can hear you. Tell him how much you love him.
(WHIMPERING)
Daddy? Uh...
Can... Can you hear me, Dad?
(ON SPEAKER) Can he hear me? Okay.
Uh, Daddy. It's me.
It's Lucie.
Uh... There's so much I want to say.
Since you've been gone, I'm having a hard time.
Some people are saying mean things about you.
But I know they're not true. You're not like that.
'Cause Mommy, she wouldn't have been in love with you until the end.
I miss you both so much, and... And also...
Do you remember?
I... I wanted to go to the park and...
And, well, here I am.
But without you, it's not the same.
(DOGS SNARLING)
(SOBBING)
-I love you, Daddy. -What do you think you're doing?
Let me talk to my dad!
-He's dead. -Let go of her. Leave her alone!
(GRUNTS)
Daddy! Dad!
Let me go!
-Stop it. -No! Dad!
-LUCIE: Daddy! -STEVEN: Ouch!
LUCIE: Help me, Daddy! Daddy!
(DOGS SNARLING)
(ROARS)
(BARKS)
(ALL CHEERING)
(LAUGHS)
-Wow! Look! -(CHUCKLES)
-(GASPS) -FATHER: Come on!
(STRAINING)
(SNARLS)
(GASPING)
Whoa! So cool!
Don't stay here!
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(ROARS)
(GROANING)
-Gretchen. Where's Lucie? -Hector? You've changed.
Where's Lucie?
-(GROWLS) -Hector, I'm so sorry.
Thanks for looking after my daughter.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(ALL SHOUTING)
Fellow zombies!
The time has come to reclaim our park! Brains!
ALL: Brains!
(ALL CLAMORING)
ZOMBIE SYNDICATE
STEVEN, YOU'RE SCREWED
(SNAPS FINGERS)
(EXCLAIMING)
NEITHER DEVIL NOR MASTER
Zombies! Resistance!
ZOMBIES: Whoa!
(SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
Lucie.
Lucie!
-STEVEN: Shh! -(HECTOR GASPS)
She's asleep now.
(SNARLS) Let go of her immediately!
Easy, buddy. One more move, and I'll bite her.
Although it's tempting to have a vampire child among us,
I'm sure our clients would love it.
Plus, you'd have forever to see her. Wouldn't you like that?
It's up to you, Hector Saxe.
Either you keep your revolutionary urges in check in my park,
or she spends her life bowing to the patrons of the haunted house.
It's a lose-lose scenario. You all lose.
So why don't you just go back to spin that wheel?
Ow!
HECTOR: Run, Lucie! Run!
-(HECTOR GROWLS) -STEVEN: Gotcha.
LUCIE: Daddy! Daddy!
(GRUNTS)
(BATS SCREECHING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(EXPLOSION)
(GRUNTING)
(STRAINING)
(SNARLS)
Daddy!
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(BATS SCREECHING)
(SCREAMING)
(CHUCKLES)
(EXCLAIMS)
Oh!
Ah!
Harnesses that don't comply with the B-75 standards! I knew it!
-(STEVEN CHUCKLES) -(HECTOR GRUNTS)
LUCIE: Daddy! Help!
STEVEN: You wanted to see something horrible.
Ladies and gentlemen, the little girl toss!
LUCIE: Daddy!
(STEVEN SCREAMS)
LUCIE: Daddy!
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
-Oh! -(GRUNTING)
(STRAINING)
(GASPS)
(CRASHING)
(CROWD GASPS)
Look over there.
(CROWD SIGHS)
Lucie.
Daddy.
Oh, sweetheart.
(GASPS)
Whoo!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Whoo! Whoo!
Wow! Well done, my buddy. That was a class act.
Lucie, this is Sirius.
(GIGGLES) He's the skeleton on the poster.
Indeed, I am, miss. At your service.
(GIGGLES)
Oh! Gretchen!
MAN: Make way. Make way!
Von Bloodt, the children were frightened to death!
You were right. They loved it.
Congratulations, Mr. Manager.
Well, thank you.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(GROANS)
Oh, there you are.
I received your ad.
(STEVEN EXCLAIMS)
-But wait! -Leave me alone!
-Wait! -What do you want from me?
TEACHER: Mi amor! Mon amour!
-STEVEN: Get away from me. -TEACHER: Wait for me. I'm coming!
My love!
(STEVEN SHRIEKING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
DEVIL: So you didn't validate your internship?
No, I encountered some difficulties, Dad.
I don't care about that diploma.
DEVIL: Well, the park is doing great. That's what matters.
I'll never understand why people like monsters, but who am I to judge?
GRETCHEN: Dad, Lucie's coming. You have to go.
DEVIL: Ah! Your friend's daughter, that Hector guy, huh?
-I'm not really thrilled. -Goodbye, Dad.
-(DOOR CLOSES) -Hey, pumpkin. Ready for take-off?
Yes. Why don't you just pick me up with your broom?
I told you, sweetie, your friends can't know I'm a witch.
It's our secret.
LUCIE: Whoo!
(GIGGLES)
So, is your new schoolteacher nice?
Yes! And I'm allowed to draw monsters. Also, she's very, very pretty.
And she'd like to meet Dad.
Yeah, well, I don't see the point.
Are you jealous?
-What? -Are you in love with Dad?
Certainly not.
-LUCIE: You love him. -Stop it!
-LUCIE: You love him! -Stop it right now.
-(BOTH LAUGHING) -You asked for it.
LUCIE: Whoa!
(LAUGHS)
Let's race. Let's race. Come on!
Whoa!
(LUCIE GIGGLES)
Whoo-oooh!
("STAND AS ONE" BY MAT BASTARD PLAYING)