The monster runs toward them!
It’s only a movie.
The movie is a documentary. The monster butchers them all—before turning on the cameraman!
The cameraman is turned on because he’s a degenerate: a snuff movie-making pervert.
He shoots the monster in gruesome close-up
as he shoots the monster.
The monster falls dead. The cameraman puts down his camera and touches the monster’s face.
It isn’t a face at all but a mask!
Pulling the mask off, the cameraman reveals that the monster has the face of a human.
Turning back, the cameraman looks into the camera—looks at us—with the exact same face.
Picture: paused.
“That’s the only image we have of this psycho,” Detective Lewis says, pointing at the paused TV screen.
A room full of cops listens as Lewis lays out the details of the investigation. One of the cops fiddles with his phone.
He too has the same face as the monster and the cameraman.
Lewis says, “This freak keeps making videos…
and that’s how we’ll catch him,” the cameraman, now seated on a throne in a luxurious Mexican villa, hears Lewis finish.
“We’ll see about that, detective. We’ll see about that very soon!” he utters to himself, and after a bout of maniacal laughter summons his manservant. “Manuelo, prepare the Clone Machine for a very domestic operation!”
Lewis and two of his cop buddies drink sodas and munch on popcorn as they find their seats in a movie theatre. “That’s weird,” Lewis says, slightly concerned, checking his phone. “Third time Cece’s not taken my call.”
A clone—
knocks on a suburban front door.
“Mrs Lewis?”
In the theatre, Lewis checks his phone: still nothing.
“Yes—” says Cece Lewis—
In the theatre, the screen lights up and the movie begins to play…
The cameraman and three clones push past Cece Lewis, into her pretty peach-coloured home. They set up: one clone donning the monster costume, two others going in search of the Lewis children, and the cameraman erecting his tripod and switching on his camera. “What’s your Wi-Fi password?” he asks the terrified woman before him.
“I don’t know what the hell is going on,” a freaked out projectionist says. “Get the manager! Now!”
The theatre crowd collectively—gasps.
“Say it,” the cameraman instructs Cece Lewis. “Say the words.”
Cece Lewis, kneeling, crying: “My husband is a cop… cuck and I want to… get… fucked by… the…
Twisted Beast from Pennsylvania,” Lewis—along with everyone else in the hushed theatre—hears his wife say on the big screen!
One Day Earlier:
In the cameraman’s villa, the Clone Machine is alive: pumping out clone after clone
of Lewis!
The army of Lewises descends upon the Lewis home.
On the big screen:
—just as the monster is about to ravage Cece Lewis and murder her children, the Lewises burst in and save the fucking day!
The crowd cheers. Among them, Lewis: ripping off his rubbery face—
Everyone ripping off their rubbery faces—
Revealing themselves all to be:
M. Night Shyamalan!