The Painting | Horror Film | Thriller Movie | Full Length | Free Film

The Painting | Horror Film | Thriller Movie | Full Length | Free Film


Edward couldn’t be here tonight. He’s in the middle of finishing up his next painting. It’s a complete departure
from his last style. I’m planning to have a show for him this fall in New York. I represent him exclusively. Some of his early work is a homage to his late father. Yes indeed, there is no denying that. This is Edward’s most recent painting. Note the angulating bark as it twists and moves in passionate pinks and purples throughout the tree. It is more than a simple
painting of a tree and cast shadows. This is a visual story
of private intimacy. [Voiceover] Yes, I see it. (audience claps) – Cassandra, would you look at this it’s an outrage. – Care for another champagne
cocktail, Mr. Stantonworth? – I don’t mind if I do. – Hollace, you know how much I I loath liverwurst, how could you? – Yes, but I need to make by point. – What point? – There’s not enough
liverwurst on this cracker. I mean, for five dollars it should be heaped on handsomely and
dripping over the edge. (gags) (audience laughing) – (laughing) Oh, Hollace. You’re so amusing. For a second, I thought you were serious. – Let me clean this up
for you, Mr. Stantonworth. You get back to your guests. – That’s very kind of you. What’s your name? – Rosa. – She you later, Rosa. – Brilliant show, darling. – Oh, thank you. – Gunther with the Rijksmuseum. – I thought so. Oh, hello. (speaking foreign language) – Edward’s work is unparalleled by modern standards. – You will notice several transitions in Edward’s work as he moves from nudes to portraiture. – Hum, wonderful. Like a Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn. – Come, let me show you more. (deep base music) – Thank you. My dear man, you must be in possession of more than one fan. – Nope. The hardware store was all sold out. Instant heatwave. – Figures. Well, I guess instead of trading on my father’s name, I should
have studied harder. (speaking in foreign language) Had I been born with talent so I could paint it myself. Instead of farming myself poultered out to a gorgeous Swed. – I’m Norwegian. – What? – I’m from Norway. – I knew that. How hot is it anyway? – It’s 110. – You can boil water at
the temperature, can’t you? – That’s 220. – Who in this day and age does not have air conditioning? – Blame my boss. He barely pays me enough
to afford groceries. – I’m nearly insulted. I pay you a fair and honest wage. – If you don’t mind living
below the poverty level. – Oh well, go ahead and quit. I’ll find another starving artist and another and yet another. – You can be a real jerk, Edward. – I can afford to be a jerk. – I could be a jerk too, if I wanted. – You? How could you be a jerk? – I could blackmail you. Paying me what I’m worth. Admittedly, I’ll never be famous but at least I’ll be rich. – I pay you plenty. – Not what I’m worth. You made $250,000 on my last painting. – (laughing) How did you find out? – Your wealthy patron told me. – Cassandra? When did you speak with her? – I called her, pretending I was a gallery owner. Said I was interested in viewing some of Edward Lexington’s work. And she flat out told me that you were the next big thing and what she had just paid for your last
painting, which I painted. – It’s my name they’re buying. Don’t be all proud of yourself and think for one moment I can be blackmailed. – If you just paid me 10% I could afford air conditioning. – You’re lucky to have job. – Lucky to have a job, okay. You know what, Edward? After this painting, you can find someone else
to take advantage of. If you don’t mind, please take your pose. – Sven. – No. – Look. I’m sorry. I’m sorry to be such a
parsimonious parasite. I want to make it up to you. Let’s go to my place. You can live with me. And I shall increase your share, too. 10%. – Thank you. That’s more than generous. – I’m a generous man. There, there. Now, shall we get back to work? – Okay. (suspenseful music) – I love my room. Thank you so much. This is definitely a
place I could get used to. (ringing bell) – Drina, darling, you remember Sven. – Hi. – Good seeing you again, Drina. You remember we met at
Edward’s birthday party? – So sorry. Some days are better than others. You know Drina’s my mother? – No, I didn’t realize. – She suffered a nervous breakdown after my father’s passing many years ago. – How tragic. – Yes, quite. She does keep busy around the house. Loves gardening and making
my friends refreshments. – He’s a googoo smoocher, ain’t he? (mumbling) Come, come, shush, shush, shush, shush. – I could really get used to living here. – My dear man, mi casa es su casa. – Feels like I’ve been
transported back in time. – Yes, it’s just as it was
before my fathers passing. Mother decorated it. It helps me to remember the good times. So glad you’re happy you’re here. I have some many more
ideas for creating art. – I’m ready to paint. (laughing) – Allow me to show you your new studio. – I hate house guests. (grunts) – Wow (laughing). – No need for air conditioning here. I’ve set the painting up already, I hope it’s okay. – No, it’s perfect. Not sure if I can create
in such a grand place. I’m sorry about yesterday. I was just out of sorts with the heat. – And the wine. – And that too. – Now, now. Don’t dampen the row. – How can I make it up to you? – Oh Sven, darling, paint like a bloody fein and make us both rich. – I can. I will. – Good. – He’s a real goofter, he is. – (grunting) Yeah. – Well, I think it’s done. – Oh, thank God. It’s sensational. I love your tonality. Your range of values is
so rich and sensitive. – Edward. – I’ll never be able to do
anything as good as this. Sven, you are a great artist. The way you’ve immolated my father’s pallet and emotional
content in your landscapes. – If you wanted I could teach you. – Talent isn’t born. I’ve tried. I have zero talent. – But you have a wonderful signature. Please, give it life. – I am godlike, aren’t I? – You are, indeed. Casting blessings upon us mere mortals. – Stand up! Already your fawning bores me. – Yes, my lord. (ringing bell) (grunting) – Let us toast to me. – To you, Edward Lexington, soon to be the greatest living artist in the entire world. Thanks to me. (giggling) (coughing) Drina, that is one blazingly good martini. – It’s meant to be sipped
you upseptly simpleton. – Have you sold our painting? – It’s been promised to a lovely home. In fact, I’m taking it there
after I put you to bed. Good job, Drina. (grunting) – You rang, sir. – Aytas, right on time. – I pride myself on my punctuality. As much as Drina prides herself on making the worlds most potent martini. (sniffing) – Don’t you own a handkerchief? – I do, sir. Just gone missing at the present. I’ll take care to look for it. – Please do. What about him, gov? The usual? – No, I don’t think so. (snoring) What do you think of my painting? – Sir, it’s alright I guess. Seen better, seen worse. – Drina, what do you say? (grunting) Oh, the two of you are impossible. – Don’t need to dig a hole then? – No, not just yet. – Well, I was hoping you want an empty with to plant it, you know? Went and join black mary, you know? – Why is that? (babbling) – Did you know it helps keep
the plants healthy when it’s– – Stop your confounded babbling! You’re sounding more and more imbecilic. (whimpering) No, not you mother. Aytas. (grunting) – Both of you ganging up on me just ’cause I care about the health of the plants. Well, I guess into the
dungeon with him then. (grunting) – Who are we, the Adams family? Into the basement. Dungeon has such a negative connotation. – Basement it is from now on, gov. Cross my heart and hope to croak. Take his arms. (suspenseful music) There you go. Don’t think you put enough
balms into that martini. He should be dead. (whimpering and squealing) (snoring) Look at him. A real little puppy dog, is he? Sleep. You can play with the puppy. Wakey, wakey. Wakey, wakey. That’s right. Well, good morning to you. – Where am I? (coughing) – Look at him. You little groggy? You little tired, little puppy? You are so lucky that
the governor likes you. – I’m still at Edwards house. What am I doing in a cell? – This is what happens when you try to blackmail the governor. You get this lovely four star basement. How does that head of yours feel? It hurt a little bit? – Edward.
– Look, he’s so cute. – Edward. – You like basement, don’t ya? You not scary? Oh, what’s the matter, you’re gonna cry? Don’t cry. Look Drina, I think he’s gonna cry. – No. – You ain’t going nowhere. Drina, grab the needle, Drina. – No! Please! – Oh look at him. His little puppy dog eyes
are starting to close. (slow violin music) – Has he been a good boy? (grunting) Maybe he will yield a few more gems before he reaches his expiration date. – (laughs) Good one with that, sir. – Or maybe not. (laughing) Aytas! – What? – Careful not to smudge it! – Don’t worry, sir, she’s in good hands. Don’t forget your medals. – Oh, yes. Imposturity and fraud wouldn’t be complete without my fools gold. – And so well your father done it. He knew a thing or two. (sighs) – Enough. Put the painting in the trunk. – Oh yes, sir. Right away. Of course I’ll put the
paintings in the trunk, I bet your medals feel good. – Oh, Sven, grow up. (upbeat hip hop music) – Stop fidgeting. You know Edward enjoys a splendo… (speaking in french) – Yes, Cassandra dear. – So happy to make delivery today. It is a first for me. – Did you hear that? It’s a first. – Yes, I heard it, Cassandra. – Be forewarned, it’s not completely dry. – We’re just so tickled to see what you’ve been working on. Aren’t we, Hollace? – Yes we are. – Well then, I shall
proceed without further ado. (upbeat scratch music) (gasps) – Oh, Edward! A self portrait! It’s spectacular! Oh, you’ve outdone yourself. Bravo! How do you do it? So many different styles from one man. I consider myself lucky to
add this to my collection. Hollace, write the check. – Yes, Cassandra. How much? (upbeat hip hop music) – Thank you. (both laughing) – Oh, Edward, you’ve
definitely turned a corner. – Oh, Cassandra. You’ve been my biggest and frankly my only benefactor. I don’t know how to thank you. – You do, but you won’t. It’s alright, maybe someday. I know he’d be proud of you. So young, yet ready to assume the mantle. Are there things that worry you, darling? – No. No, I have no fear. Isn’t in my vocabulary. – Tell me again, darling,
the name of this painting. – This one. I like to call this
one Twisted Eucalyptus. But you can call it whatever you like. – I simply love that title. – Good. Me too. – Do you mind if I ask you
some intimate questions? – No, not at all. Please, ask away. – What has adversity
done to you as an artist? Do you use the tragedy
of the past in your work? I’m sure that with great pain must also come great inspiration. – To be perfectly frank, the grave is the ultimate passion. Every single moment I live and breathe, I wish I had not been born. – Why I know you do my dear boy, I know you do. But then, you wouldn’t be able to receive the wonderful accolades you so richly deserve. (laughing) What’s next for you,
stylistically speaking? – I haven’t a clue. I’m open for ideas. – Be audacious. Make it a complete departure from all you’ve ever done before. Think Picasso. That should be easy for a genius like you. – Cassandra, you’re too kind. – You’ll dream something up. Your past work speaks for itself, but you’ll need twice
the amount of paintings to be taken seriously as a major artist. I lied to Gunther from the
Rijks and said you did. – When do I need them by? – Soon as possible. Need help performing? – Well, as soon as possible. Need help performing? I hold my brush with my hand. Or maybe I should learn to
paint with my left hand. And my old matted boot by feet! That way I can do four
paintings at a time! – Calm yourself, darling. – No can do. I’m right footed. (strained laughing) – You had me going there. – I’m sorry. This last painting took a lot out of me. – Simplify your style, you’ll go faster. I will take that under advisement. – Good. Now back to the interview. Do you have a lover? – Darling, must we discuss my lifes most intimate details? – Look kid, if you want
to be in the public eye you’ve got to give them what they want. Do you have a lover? – No, my work has always come first. – Is there someone who’s inspired your artistic direction? – No, it’s innate. It’s a fountain that pours forth ideas that I can’t turn off. Actually, it’s sort of disturbing. Perhaps a lover might help me release those frustrations. – So ambition is your bedmate? Wretched, so is mine. (both laughing) I have someone I’d like for you to meet. – Well, I would genuinely
enjoy meeting them. Edward, we had a deal! Edward! Let me out of here! I’m sorry! Edward, I’m sorry! Edward! (thundering) Edward, please! Edward, please we had a deal! Edward! Please! Edward, please we had a deal! Please. (chilling music) – [Voiceover] Edward. – It’s you. I hate it when you sneak
up on me like that. (loudly thundering) (demonic mumbling) Stop it. Stop it! Stop it! (glass breaking) Stop it! Stop it! (loudly thundering) Need I remind you that you’re the cause of this awful life I lead! Of consistent solitude! I have to live in your shadow
and you have to muddle! (crying) I am a maggot, feasting on the talent of others. Please go away. Why? Why don’t I have any talent of my own? – I hope you got that out
of your system, governor. – Yes, thank you. – We’ve got bigger fish to fry, gov. – God, what’s wrong now? – Your friend, he got free. – Weren’t you sedating him? I need him to paint more paintings. – Good luck with that, gov. He’s a right rabid dog he is. – Where is he now? I can handle him. – He’s in the backyard. Drina chased after him. – Oh God, help us, help us all. – No! Get away from me! Edward, what the hell have you done to me? – Drina, stop that this instant. Not a thing. You passed out suddenly and we’ve been treating you
for alcohol poisoning. – I was in a cell. Oh, my head is throbbing. – I told you not to drink
the old martini, old man. – We had a deal. I thought you were a man of your word. – I am, Sven. You’re dehydrated and
not thinking correctly. Drina, get Sven some water please. Aytas, dig a hole. – It’s already done, sir. – Get your axe. Keep a tight grip on him, I’ll be right back. – No, no! Let me go! You’re holding me against my will! – We all are friends. We’re trying to help you. We kept you under lock and key for your own safety. How did you get out? – Something reached in
and opened the lock. – Oh, that was Aytas, I’m sure. Wanted to keep you safe and then I asked him to check on you. – No, it wasn’t Aytas. (growling)
– No? – No, it wasn’t. – Who was it? – There, that bed sheet there. – Shut up! (growling and screaming) Oh, no. – And now you’re dead
you bloody blackmailer. – I can’t look at him this way. Is he okay? – Oh, well he’s fine, governor. Oh yeah, he’s ready for a stroll he is. D, let’s put this bugger in a bin. – Careful with him. – Very careful, sir. – I don’t want to hurt him. – Oh, he’ll be fine, sir. – Do it gently. Oh, look what you’ve done you bore. – Oh, sorry, sir. It will be good as new in a jiffy. Put his head back on his body. Oh, sorry again. – Oh, can we get it to stay on! – A little duct tape will fix it right up. Wrap it around the neck and it will be good as new, won’t it? Right? Alright, go get the duct tape. Put it on. That will keep his head on. – Oh, thank you Drina. (squealing) (ringing bell) Am I a monster? (heart beating) (bell chiming) (crying) Oh, Aytas. – Let’s get you to bed, governor. The deed is done. Your friend is in a happier place now. (sighs) – Thank you, Aytas. (sighs) I couldn’t bare to see
him suffer any longer. – Let’s go to bed. – Oh come sir, you’ll feel so much better. (birds crowing) (mysterious chanting music) (loud grinding) – What do you think you’re doing? – Too loud? – You will wake the dead. – The dead may tell no tale, sir. – It’s a horrible noise, can’t it wait? – No, sir, you just know I’m particular about my tools. You know how hectic things can get. – It’s too early. – But, sir. I like my– – Shush. Too early to talk even. – Right, sir. Zip it and lock it like
my mom used to say. (yells out) – Pablo. – Hello Mrs. Stantonworth. – Hello, how are things? – Great. We had a great harvest and I’m just getting ready
to cut back the vines. – Wonderful. This is my niece, Debby. I’ll see you later. – Hola, Debby. – Come along, dear. Rule number one, never sleep with the help. So, tell me about school, your boyfriend. – School is boring and my boyfriend is dull. – Oh, that’s too bad. I sort of liked, Tom? – Tom? Tom was a summer fling I had last time I saw you and uncle Hollace. – Oh, and what’s this new
fellows name, pray tell. – Jack. He goes to Yale. He comes from a good family. He’s handsome, and brilliant, and rich, and he wants to marry and impregnant me so we can lots of little Jacks and Debby’s running all over the place. – Well, what wrong with that? – I don’t know, it’s just so predictable. Whatever happened with Gunther from the Rijksmuseum? Did you? – I did. And he wants to show Edward’s work. – How exciting! About Edward, I mean. What kind of man is he? – Gunther? – Oh no, Edward. I liked his photo. – Well, he is even more
handsome in person. And as you’ve seen, immensely talented. But shy and reclusive, which makes me desire him all the more. I do believe my spell has lost is potency. – You mean you haven’t slept with him? – I’ve tried bringing
him out of his shell, throwing myself on him shamelessly. It’s so embarrassing. – Poor uncle Hollace. – Oh, he’s no saint either. Your uncle would diddle a snake if it wore lipstick and a short skirt. Maybe you will be the one to bring Edward out of his shell. – I do have a fondness for full grown men. – I must meet this new beau, he sounds simply smashing. – Well, you will adore
him instantaneously. – My reputation proceeds me. – Jacks already started
his art collection. His family has a Caravaggio, a Rembrandt, and a Vermeer. – Nevertheless, you still need more worldly types and Jack, from what you’re telling me, is still a boy. – Indeed. – Leave things to me. (mysterious chanting music) – It is a beautiful garden, mother. (suspenseful music) (humming) Is this for sale? Is this for sale? Universal language. I would like to purchase your painting and discuss a business
proposition with you. You speak English? (yells out) What was that? (speaking French) A ghost? – Oui. – Preposterous. What did you throw on me? (speaking in French) Holy water? Good. As I was saying, I would like to pay you handsomely if you allow me to mentor you. Paint more paintings like this one. – How much you pay Marie Laveau? – That depends on how many paintings you can turn out per week. (counting in French) – Oh, three a week would be very adequate. – Depends how much you pay Marie Laveau. – I will pay you $200 per week. Okay? – No. – I will pay you $300 per week. $300. – No. – My God. $400 and that’s my final offer. – No! – Fine. – $500. – $500 per week? So, we have a deal? – Oui. – Pack up all your belongings and we’ll take them to my humble abode. I would take this one. – Ouch. – Careful, Drina. (whining) She’s clean enough. – Leave. – I incinerated her clothes, sir. Here’s some new ones for her. – Excellent. Thank you, Aytas. You’re welcome, sir. Anything else you need? – No. You may go. – Can you hurry it up in here? There’s work to be done. Alright, suit yourself. – Shoo, shoo. They are my family. So sorry if they’ve been rude. – I’m used to crazy people. – Then I will leave you to get dressed. (malevolent laughing) So, you’re ready to paint? – No. – No? What do you mean, no? We have an arrangement. – I need some things before I can paint. – Certainly. I’ll make a list of what you need. (ringing bell) – Dark corona. – Oh, yes. – Monte cristo cigars. – Yes. – Chicken feet. (nervously laughing) Argent, money. (gasps) Wait, Marie Laveau must paint out there. – Suit yourself, mademoiselle. (ringing bell) – You rang, sir. – Yes! Aytas, take Ms. Laveau
(speaking in French) to the garden. She prefers to paint au naturale. – We or without her knickers? (yells) – No, outside in the garden you loot. Some lathario. – Oh, alright, sir. But of course. (chanting) (howling) (loud thundering) (snoring) (chanting and ghostly voices) (malevolent laughing) (thundering) (snoring) (chanting and ghostly voices) (light violin and piano music) – Oh. Oh my. Primitive. I’ve regressed. This isn’t like my (gasps). – You pay Marie Laveau. You like? – I’m not quite sure. What is is supposed to be? – Marie Laveau paints what she sees. – More like, pink elephants. – If Marie Laveau sees pink elephants she paints pink elephants. (laughing) – Good. You do that you crazy voodoo queen. (laughing) (chanting) – My uncle Hollace will try to break your hand when he shakes it so, be forewarned. – I’m the Phi Beta Kappa
thumb wrestling champ three years running. – Jack, this is Cassandra. – So nice to meet you. Heard so much about you
and Mr. Stantonworth. I thought that I should
dig deep into my reserve and here’s what I’ve come up with. – Oh, Chateau Petrus. – Yes, my family has a vacation home near the vineyard. Dad bought a few cases
for me when I was born. – Do you know how much that’s worth? 20 big ones, at least. – (laughing) How droll. Hollace’s latest hobby is wine. I have absolutely no interest, except in drinking it, of course. – Put it there, old champ. Please call me Hollace. – Nice meeting you, Hollace. You have a lovely home. – Thank you. This is just the vineyard
and Cassandra’s gallery. We have five other homes in Denver, Denmark, London, Paris, and New York. – So, Debby tells me that you’ve started your art collection and that your family possess some of the greats. Tell me what your favorite is? – What do you think about Salvador Dali? – Be a dear and open
this so it can breathe. – Yes, dear. – So Jack, I’m sure you’re familiar with Alfonso Lexington’s work. – Of course, a British Impressionist. Died young. His work is fetching millions. – I’m grooming his son, Edward Lexington, to follow in his father’s footsteps. I’ve purchase every one of his paintings. – For a high price, I might add. – The art world is chomping at the bit to get their hands on his work. But his coming out must
be timed perfectly. I want to launch it on the anniversary of his father’s death at the Rijks. – Opportunistic don’t you think? – Very, but I’m a savvy
dame and death sales. – I don’t care as long as I get my bloody investment back. – It all depends. – So Jack, I want to show you Edward’s latest painting. It’s a self portrait. I want your honest opinion. – Okay. – Caravaggio comes to mind. How old is he? – 30, just. – His pedigree gives him an advantage. – He’s yet to be proven. Good days work where I sank so much money into the guy. Ouch, that was my toe. – Oh sorry, darling. Go check on dinner would you? He’s a spectacular artist
of unlimited range. – What the hell? – Hollace what in the world are you doing? Edward said not to touch it. It hasn’t dried. – Come and see for yourself, it’s the damnest defect I’ve ever seen. – What is? – The painting is lifting. – Edward doesn’t make
those kind of mistakes. Oh, please don’t touch it. I will call him. I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for this anomaly. – Millions right out of the window. – Oil paint is drying funny, it’s a minor problem. The genius of the art is not comprised. He’ll paint another if I tell him. – I want to know how he did it so quickly. Painting by numbers I think. Come on you two, let’s go and grab a drink. – It’s called talent, Hollace. (phone ringing) – Hello. – Hello, Edward darling, it’s Cassandra. How are you? – Oh, you know, painting
away on my latest. – The world will soon radiate
your brilliance, Edward. The reason I’m calling, darling, your self portrait
requires your attention. Some paint drying issues, I think. – Be by in the morning to have a looksey. I’m certain it’s absolutely
nothing to worry about. – Splendid. I would like to introduce you to my niece when you are here. – I look forward to it. – Have a wonderful evening. – You too. Nighty night. (owl howling) (suspenseful music) (chanting) – Don’t. (multiple voices speaking) No, no! No! No! No! No! (screaming out) – Darling, you look tired. – Oh, I was up all night painting away on my next painting, – Oh, that’s right. Thank you so much for stopping by. – Oh anything for my darling, Cassandra. – Dear I’d like to introduce you to my niece, Debby Stantonworth. – Oh, so wonderful to meet you. – Mr. Lexington, I’m a
huge fan of your work. – So very kind of you to say. Please, call me Edward. – Edward. Thank you, I will. – So, Edward, this is
what we found last night. See here? This is where the paint is lifting up. Oh and also, Hollace found this. It’s a tooth. He thinks it dropped from the painting. What’d make of that? But I assumed he just
wasn’t into his cups. (laughing) – Well, I can assure you it’s not mine. (laughing) – Oh Edward, you’re a genius. Simply brilliant. Using a real human tooth in your painting. What other little secrets do you have buried in there? Human blood? – I’ll never tell. (laughing) Allow me to take the painting back to my studio so I can make
the necessary repairs. – Of course. – I will have it back in a few days as good as new. – Wonderful. Darling, I’d like to commission you to paint Debby’s portrait. – A commission! I’d be honored. – Oh, well auntie I’m going back to school there isn’t enough time. – Well, have Debby come to my home and I can photograph her. I shall paint from the photo. Here is my card. Have her come by my
house anytime this week. I’m available and at your service. – That would be so amazing. – Amazing it is. Darling, I’d like it ready for your show at the Rijks. Do you think that would be possible? – I pray not to disappoint, my lady. – Oh, Edward. – Until we meet again, ladies. – Ciao, darling. (chuckling) – Sven, you call yourself a painter! Ha! What did you use, tempera paint? My whole career could go down in flames thanks to your shotty workmanship. (laughing) What a fool I was ever to take you in. (dramatic music) (yells out) – Geez, look at her, she’s pure evil. Shut up, I can hear you
from across the street. Trouble is, she join Sven. What is she up to now? She’s nothing but Barney Rubble. (grunting) Big trouble. I’m gonna hit her in the jethro toe we won’t faint grammy– (grunting) I’m not gonna kill her, just gonna knock some sense into her. – Little voodoo. – Voodoo. – Voodoo. – Voodoo is right. Nasty little thing. You nasty thing. Your voodoo, I got your voodoo. (ear ringing music) (rattling bottles) I’ve gone right and ruined it. She’s probably just run off. Go rings to her, go before
something else happens. – Open wide. – I think I might have a cavity. – I’ll say. I told you to lay off the candy corn. You might have one tooth worth saving. – What? – Well, the rest of them
are just too far gone. I gotta pull ’em out. It’s just a shame. You’re so young for dentures. – Dentures? – Some periodontal disease. I tell all of my patients don’t take your teeth for granted. You should floss after every meal. – Oh no! How can this happen to me? (light cheery music) (slow erie music) (doorbell ringing) – Hello. Please come in. – Thank you. – Edward’s been expecting you. Please wait right here. – Thank you. (soft piano music) – Careful. That’s a very special painting. It was done by my father for me on my tenth birthday. It was the last thing he ever painted. He died the day it was finished. – That’s so sad. – Yes, but that was a long time ago. Did you bring a few changes? – I didn’t realize I needed to. – That’s alright. I’m sure we’ll find something. Come. Lolita. You look magnificent. Oh. So sorry. I’m just getting over a
bout with the dentist. – I’ve never had a cavity. – I hate you. (both laughing) – Pardon me, governor, I need to speak to you. – Yes. Find yourself a dress in there and I’ll be with you in a moment. – Thank you. – Certainly. – Sir, Marie Laveau has
pulled a Betty Boop. – What? – Flew the coup. Hit the pike. Checked out. – Oh, well find her and do
what you do best, Aytas. – Turn her into Vincent Bryce if she turns up, eh governor? – Ice, yes nice, kill her, that would be perfectly fine. – My pleasure, sir. If that nut baser shows her face again, it will be the last. – Brilliant. (soft piano music) (creaking door) (mysterious music) – To my darling, I cannot wait much longer to be in your loving arms. The days dawn with damnation as long as I’m away from you. Love, Atas. – Are you dressed? Come down when you’re finished. (suspenseful music) – Edward, were you looking for me? – Yes. Oh wow, you look lovely. – Is it okay? – Absolutely. I wouldn’t have you in anything else. – Who’s Atas? – Atas? Oh, you mean Aytas, as if I ate something bad. (laughing) Please, have a seat. Aytas is my valet. Been with me since I was a boy. You met him when you arrived. – Oh yes, of course, how could I forget Aytas. – Yes, Aytas. It’s like a bad fungus that grows on you. (laughing) Oh that’s it, right there. That’s it. Very nice. Oh beautiful, beautiful. Nice, okay, dear, if you just arch your
back up a little more, like that, yes. And then your shoulders back. Now, I’m just going to come for your hair. Like that. Then lift your chin. Lift your beautiful hazel-green eyes. Oh my. I don’t know if auntie would approve. – She said you’d be shy. – Since when is being a gentlemen misconstrued as being shy? Well, I think we’ve captured that. (laughing) Shall we change into something else? – How about something sexy? – Well, I know auntie wouldn’t want you to appear looking sultry. – You really are shy. – I’m just different, in case you haven’t noticed. I think we should get back to work or we’ll be here all night. – That’d be fine with me. Oh, it would be fine with me as well. But, perhaps another time. Are we change into something else? – My dearest, no one shall be the wiser. The lad will always be ours together. No need to resort to the dark one. (mysterious music) Today, I have prepared
what needs to be done. His evil axe will harm us no more. All that will remain will be for us to remain loyal to the cause. To see that Edward inherits the throne. This I will stand by. Nothing will come in my way. So help me, Satan? (screaming) – What do you think you’re doing? – Taking care of business
that’s what I’m doing. – I’m in the middle of a photo shoot, at least wait until dark. – She’s been doing her
voodoo all over the place. Causing havoc and such. Now, get back to work. Me and Drina will take care of this, won’t we Drina? (grunting) – What is that? – It’s an ear. That’s what we’re trying to tell ya. She’s been digging up the whole place and finding all your friends. – Edward, is everything okay? – Oh, Debra! Please avert your eyes. (grunting) It’s just one of the
local resident artists, come down with a fever. – (speaking in tongues) He’s
going to eat you all up. – Oh, shut up! (gasps) – Debbie? Debbie! (suspenseful music) (screaming) – I am Alfonso Lexington. Edward’s real father. Not Aytas, that murderer. Reach out, you must tell
the world the truth. Or my soul will never be free until he pays for what he did to me, and my family. Promise me. – I promise. (screaming) (screaming) (alarm sounding) – There you are! (screaming)
Oh! Oh, I love this damsel in distress look. Let’s get a few more shots, shall we. Not too far, silly. (belching) – What’s the rush, las? (screaming) It’s time for lunch. (spitting) I see you found my love letters. – I know all about what you did. And I’m going to the police right now so move aside. – Sorry, no can do. – Where are you taking me? – To the dungeon. – It’s the basement! – Basement, right sir. I stand corrected.
(moaning) What’s the problem there? – I don’t know. I feel as if I’ve been rode hard and put away wet. – You may want to sit down, governor. – Drina, check on your son. – Come with me there, Goldilocks. – I don’t feel good. (phone ringing) – I’m very worried about Debby. – I’m sure she’s just busy, or having fun, or whatever Debby does. – I know and I trust
Edward with my own life, so why not with Debby’s. – On the other hand, I don’t trust Edward as far as I can throw him. – You speak like a man of strength, but you’re incredibly weak in both mind and body, you know? – And another thing, I’ve always suspected the two of you of having an affair. – Oh, don’t be ridiculous. You’re such a stupid man. You say the most insipid things. – Edward, please! Somebody please let me out of here! I have to go to the bathroom! – How’s your flowery cell? – My what? – Your cell. – Please, I have to go to the bathroom! Please let me out! – That’s what the bucket’s for. Drop your errand knickers and have a Dawson’s Creek. – What are you saying? – Errand knickers. Your knickers. Dawson’s Creek, take a leak. – Ew, I will do no such thing you horrible man. I know what you did, who you murdered. – Who told you that rubbish? – You’re a master manipulator. – That’s right. You read all my letters. First of all, my family has been serving the Lexington family for over three centuries. And Alfonso Lexington was rich and famous. You know, I live in his shadow. But I had a few things on him I did. You see, he liked to dress
up like a little girl. And he liked to play with dolls. And he never changed. He was a regular Harry Wragg. If you’ve read my letters, you know that Edward was my son, and he was messing with my kid. So, I slipped him a mickey. – You are nothing but an opportunist who wove a web of lies. (laughing) – I’m just a cleaner and your aunts hands, they ain’t clean either. – What are you mumbling about? – Cassandra, she’s part
of this whole plan. It’s a win win for everybody. Except for the old man, of course. – Well, I wouldn’t put it past Cassandra. Turn away you vile man, I need to do a Dawson’s Creek. Poor Edward. He’s been living in this cesspool of lies since he was a child. – Ed’s no saint! – Look away! – He finds an artist whose got some talent and he signs his name on their paintings. – What happened to the other artists? (laughing) – I’ll give you three guesses. – I don’t want to know. – Oh, it’s too late for you, Goldilocks. You’re betrothed to be Edward’s wife. The way his old man was
betrothed to his mom. Well, that’s how he got
all his talent, from her. Thick as thieves we is. – Edward’s mother was betrothed? – Drina is Edward’s mother. Not playing with a full
deck, if you haven’t noticed. – Yeah, I just figured she was one of the servants. – Watch it! She’s my wife now. If you must know, she’s part of a witches covenant. Just like your aunt. Edward’s old man sold his soul for fame and fortune. – Even so, you’re still a murderer. – There’s no talking sense to you. (phone ringing) – Hello. Yes. What? I understand. – Who was it? – Bad news. – What about? – About Edward. – Can’t he fix the painting? – No, he can’t. – Good. Well, I’ll put a stop to the check then. – He needs your help. – What on Earth can I help him with? – We have to go there, I’m afraid. You must learn to sacrifice, Hollace. – I will not. I will not sacrifice anymore time or money on that phony. – I’ve called Cassandra, she’s on her way up. Ew, God he’s gotten worse. (crying) Stop your weeping! Cassandra will be here at any moment and set everything just the
way it’s always been. – No, I don’t need any help really, I’ll be fine. You’re not fine, sir. You need help. Cassandra’s on her way with a proper beating human heart for your nourishment. – Oh, how draconian. – You are to be the
ultimate sacrifice, my dear. (knocking on door) Oh, Jack, hello, how are you? – Very well and how are you, Cassandra? – Debby’s still at the photo shoot. – I thought she was
supposed to be done by six? She asked me to pick her up at 7:30. – Welp, shoot has gone late, obviously. (snorting) Be right there, Hollace darling. I’m sorry to rush you Jack, but Hollace and I are
going to the theater. (snorting) We’re half an hour from curtain. – What show will you be seeing? (snorting) – Hedda Gabler. – Can’t go wrong with Henrik Ibsen. I felt pity and terror,
as if the play were Greek. – Indeed. Really must be going. – Quote from Oscar Wilde after he first saw Hedda Gabler. Big praise from Wilde
himself was prolific. – We are wild about Wilde. – Good one. You think I can come in? – No. We are leaving this very instant. – That’s fine I can wait it’s not… Yeah, no problem I can check back later. – Please do. Thanks for stopping by. (phone ringing) – [Voiceover] Sorry I couldn’t get your call right now but you know what to do. – Call me back, asap. (car screeching) (erie music) (screaming) (car engine running) (banging) (gun firing) (phone ringing) – Oh, that must be Cassandra now. I’ll be back, sir, okay. – Mother, get me to bed now. (moaning) Careful. – Cassandra? – It’s Jack. I’m here for Debby. – Sorry, she’s out on the town with Mr. Edward tonight. She won’t be back until very very late but I’ll leave a message and let her know that you were looking for her. – Think I could come in? – No, sorry and goodnight. That blazing bugger. Sorry about that, governor. It’s just a couple of Jehovah Witnesses, I shushed them away. Here, let me put you up. – I’m dying trusted friend. My evil days have all come to an end. And my paintings will be worth a fortune. Did you poison me Aytas? (grunting) – Oh, easy now, gov. You just need some rest. Look, Cassandra will be here any moment. Cassandra isn’t coming. She stands to make millions after I die. Get me a doctor. – A decent affilage is all
we can do for you now, sir. I’m sorry. – I’m damned. – It’s that creole. You know she put a curse on you. – How long before it ends? – Oh, it won’t ever end, sir. (moaning) Unless of course, you take an oath. – An oath? – Promising to serve you know who. (grunting) Shut your mouth, hag! – Sell my soul? I thought I did that already? – Oh no, sir. You see, you just loaned it. But an outright sale can be arranged. Everybody’s got sale someday, that’s what I always say. (grunting) I swear, you hag. – Where do I signup? – I have to make a few phone calls to see if it’s even possible at this hour. – Well, of course it’s possible! Any bloody fool can sale their soul! Where do I sign? – Why, sir, you can sign right here. Right there, sir. And then later on, we’re gonna make it all official. Okay? That’s perfect, sir. Just perfect. Now, let me get this to him right away so we can make everything the way it’s supposed to be. Just get rest and I’ll
make everything happen. – Mother. Get me a notepad so I can write my will. In case Aytas’s plan goes to hell. (hooting owl) (crying) (howling) (screaming) – Your boyfriend’s been looking for you. Jack! I’m down here, Jack! – Oh, Jack! Save me, Jack! (laughing) – [Voiceover] Help! Please help me! – Oh, you don’t need
no saving, Goldilocks, ’cause soon you’ll be one of us. Now, come with me. – [Voiceover] Stop! (suspenseful music) – What are you gonna do to me? – Well, fortunately for
you, you’re a virgin, so, that means you get to be one with the Beelzebub himself and bare him a child. (grunting) You are a virgin, ain’t you? – What happens if I’m not? – Well, could be worse depend on how you look at it. – How much worse? – I’ll cut out your heart, show it to you for starters. – Yeah, I’m a virgin. – Yeah, I thought so. – What is all this nonsense? – Bride-to-be, gov. – My bride-to-be? – As soon as Beels gets here we’ll get this show on the road. – Beels? – The boss, big cheese. He said yes, by the way. Likes the idea of having himself a master artist on call 24/7. – No! He’s your son! – He’s not Aytas’s son. He’s your husbands son. Alfonso Lexington told me himself. – That’s right. I just told you that so I can keep having my way with ya. – And take control of
the Lexington dynasty. – Edward, he killed your father. – Damn you, Aytas. Oh, mother. Now I understand what all the deceit and lies were about. We all made our choices. This whole charade makes sense now. (chanting) – What’s that smell? – Oh, that’s old Beels. It will threaten our new babe supposed to be an orgy. (screaming) – Edward, tell him to stop please. – No! I change my mind, I’d rather be dead. – Well then, let’s cut out your heart. – I will not! Stab him! (speaking in tongues) – Get thee behind me, Satan. For it is written, thou shall worship the Lord thy God and him only shalt thou serve. – Don’t leave me. – I am not a monster. – No, I’m the monster! I’ve waited a long time to do this. – Lord, forgive me! (crying) – Debby. Debby. I was inspired for the
first time as an artist the day I met you. Only, it is too late for me. I’m sorry. – To whom it may concern, I, Edward Alfonso Lexington, confess to taking hand
with my valet, Aytas, in the murders of five
artists whom shall be named at the end of this document. Their remains are buried in shallow graves on my family’s estate. The sole purpose for their demise was to cover up the
truth about the paintings which I signed and claimed as my own. All in the hopes of beginning my own fantastic art career and
not unlike my father’s. As a young boy, I studied
my father’s every move as he painted in the
studio filled with the hop and desire of one day becoming a great artist like him. My dreams were crushed and heartbroken when I saw my dear father die suddenly, paintbrush in hand as he signed his name, completing a painting of my
favorite cat in our garden. His dying words to me, “You must love “what you paint, Edward.” I couldn’t get the terrifying imagine out of my mind as he fraught at the mouth clutching his chest. Once I was grown, I put off those hideous images and dutifully went off to follow my father’s footsteps, but at every crossroad
I was taunted by the same demons and continued to be tormented by the very act of painting. This was my cross to bare. I decided I would never paint again, but rather trade on my family name as I was the sole breadwinner and money was in short supply. Of course, my evil deeds devoured which made my scabrous soul. But alas, God took pity upon me the day I met Debby. There she was. Standing before me. A statuesque young
woman that stirred in me an overwhelming desire to create. Finally, I understood
what my father meant! Yes. You must love what you paint! She was to be my Mona Lisa. With little time to spare, my unsteady hand gone weak with paralysis, I struck out at the canvas with furious determination
and for the first time in my life to capture her loveliness. I have kept my unfinished work secreted, but the time has drawn near for me to leave this Earth. And with that, I pray
that when you discover my partially complete work, you shall deem it worthy. Signed Edward Alfonso Lexington. (triumphant music)

20 thoughts on “The Painting | Horror Film | Thriller Movie | Full Length | Free Film

  1. Very original. Not too scary, but worthy of a representation of what it is like to be an artist. And the characters are very well developed. The story is unique. Every movie can't claim these.

  2. This reminds of a old movie I seen years ago(Doren Gray) if I have the title right!! It's a pretty good movie,thank you for giving us free movies, I love it !!!

  3. Wasn't expecting much, but this is actually a rather well-done farce/black humor style film.  At its core, it's really a bit of a familiar morality play: the liar who ends up trapped in his lies.  But the writing is rather witty and the "characters" are well thought out (even the relatively minor ones, like the agent, the maid/mother and the butler).  And while the cinematic profile of the main character (Edward) has been done MANY times (the flamboyantly self-absorbed, alcoholic and annoying ar-teest!), Mollohan pulls it off. He is equal measures repulsive, amoral and pathetic, which also makes him interesting.

    The comparisons to Wilde's Dorian Gray (or maybe Shaun of the Dead) are inevitable, but warranted.  At times, the script mimics the rhetoric of Wilde in a purposefully clumsy way.  However, instead of the grand life of the dandy apposite of his art, we have the more predatory function of Edward's relationship to the "true" painters to deal with.  Highly recommended.

  4. Another movie that caught me off guard. I thought this was really good and the comedy was excellent. A really enjoyable movie. Thanks for posting Booh.

  5. This turned out to be an absolutely fantastic Film Noir Comedy.. Enjoyed it very much and its a Must watch !

  6. Im kinda loving his crazy mom lol
    The butler is great also😂🤣
    I started watching this about a week ago n got about 30-45secs into it n stopped but I read the comments n gave it a second chance n it's actually pretty good.. still watching tho so have to wait to see how it turns out🤖🤖🙃

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