Last Days (3 page)

But then Max had to go and say, ‘I believe I have such a story. An extraordinary story. So cards on the table, Kyle. I want you to make a film for me.’

He fought hard to contain an eruption of excitement. A silence thickened about them. ‘About the . . .’

The half-smile withdrew entirely from Max’s smooth face.

‘Let me bring you up to speed, and then you can tell me if this is to your taste.’ Max leaned back in the leather chair that dwarfed him. ‘On 10 July 1975, the Phoenix Police Department removed fifteen people from an abandoned mine in the Sonora desert of Arizona. A few hours after Sister 18

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Katherine’s Night of Ascent had taken place. The mine had been occupied by The Temple of the Last Days since 1972.

‘Nine of these people were dead, including Sister Katherine. Six were found alive. Of the living, five were children. The infamous Manuel Gomez, aka Brother Belial, was the sixth. Katherine’s favourite and her executioner. And Brother Belial was the only adult survivor of that night. I’m sure you’ve heard of him? He was killed in the recreation room of the Florence penitentiary before he could stand trial.

By inmates unknown.

‘Another five members of the cult, all present at the mine during the weeks preceding the Night of Ascent, were never traced. It is believed they were also murdered, but buried in the desert.

‘It is this aspect of the cult that has fascinated its biographers, its fans, its exploiters. The criminal case. The police believe the murders occurred as a result of infighting, and drug psychosis, or some manner of suicide pact. The newspapers at the time called it a satanic ritual involving human sacrifice, including the sacrifice of its leader. Who, by the way, was actually beheaded. And that version of events is the one that has endured, as you might say, in the “mainstream”

public imagination. So what else does one need to explore as a film-maker or biographer? It’s a perfectly lurid story that has enough of everything.

‘But . . .’ Max pushed a pile of DVD cases across the desk to Kyle, an envelope file, and an old paperback book so used the writing on the spine was invisible. ‘The four documentaries about the cult, and the three feature films, are terrible.

What you’d expect. Appalling. Truly awful. Of the many books, only one is worth reading.
Last Days
by Irvine Levine.

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Dismissed as fictitious, and now long out of print. But the police officers from the Yuma and Phoenix police depart-ments suggested that, at the very least, Levine’s reportage was fastidious with the details concerning the Night of Ascent when the murders took place.’

Kyle cleared his throat. ‘It all happened a long time ago.

Unless any new evidence has come to light, why make another film? Are you saying it just needs to be done right?

Is there some anniversary, or a nostalgia thing—’

Max held a small hand up and cut him off. ‘No. There is a story here that has never been told. Forget the murders.

Forget the police investigation. The media exploitation. It is an oft-trampled path. But something else about The Temple of the Last Days has also endured, in folklore and in alternative histories of a Fortean nature. Which is where we come in. You see, there is a very real belief that the group’s mystical and occult interests bore dividends. A belief that Sister Katherine achieved something extraordinary. And that her willing death – because, make no mistake, she was slaughtered on her own orders as were her most loyal followers that night – is part of this mystery, the unexplained phenomenon that haunts their story from its very origins in London. Keeps it alive, you could say, for those of us with more open minds. A story no mainstream film-maker would do anything but attempt to disprove. That is, if they gave it any credence at all.

‘You see, there are other survivors, Kyle. Not of that night, but of the organization. People who fled many years before its end. And others who escaped mere months before its dis-solution. People who, one could say, have never, not ever, been able to escape what they experienced in the service of 20

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Sister Katherine. And what is unique now, is that a handful of these survivors are breaking silence for the first time since the police investigation in 1975. And when that happens, as you probably know, it’s because they have something to say.

Something they
need
to say. But have been afraid to say. And so they have provided us with an exceptional opportunity for a groundbreaking work.

‘The effect Sister Katherine had on her followers was nothing short of monumental. Life-changing. And terrible.

Her cruelty was exceptional. But then, so was her leap of imagination into the inexplicable. She did something to spell-bind them.’

Max sipped at his glass of Evian. ‘It’s taken a great deal of persuasion even to assemble what is now a dwindling group of survivors.’ He smiled and raised his hands. ‘You could say, there is no one else available. I even tracked down the notori -

ous Martha Lake and Bridgette Clover.’ He watched Kyle’s face for recognition; when he received none, he seemed disappointed. ‘The two chief witnesses for the prosecution had it ever gone to trial. They became celebrities once the story broke in seventy-five. Two young women who fled the mine in Arizona with their infants, three months before the Night of Ascent. Alas, poor Bridgette passed over earlier this year.

But Martha, dear, dear Martha, is waiting to tell us her part of an incredible story.’

Kyle looked about the walls of the room, lit like a clin-ician’s laboratory or photographer’s studio. He saw framed book covers about glycaemic index diets and old posters advertising bestselling spiritual awakenings available on VHS. ‘Bit off the beaten track for you, isn’t it? Not very wholesome.’

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Max beamed. ‘Now this is where I do believe this project will really appeal to you. Revelation Productions have devel-oped a side project. Mysteris. A new imprint for the online delivery of content from a pay wall, twinned with DVD

releases. We’re embracing the revolution here, Kyle. We want an avant garde element in our portfolio. The new brand will be a base for cutting-edge counterculture film-making, about alternative history and unsolved mysteries. And the Temple story will be the flagship film. You see, the Temple has a very large online following. And one hardly catered for in the manner I propose.

‘Using digital technology our costs are hardly prohibitive, as you have already alluded to. And once the production cost has been recouped, the profits will be shared on a cooperative basis with the artists.’

Max sat back in his chair and smiled, raised his hands.

‘Kyle. I can’t tell you how good it feels to roll one’s sleeves up again, and to get back into the mix, as they say.’ He smiled at his walls. ‘Do you think I started this company to rest on my laurels? Tesco sells vegan meals and Boots sells aromatic oils.’ He shook his head in despair. ‘But I was part of alternative approaches to health and spiritual wellbeing when it was original. A lifestyle revolution, Kyle. I was there. Back then. The sixties. And I want to get back in touch with my creative side.’

Kyle bit down on what wanted to come out screaming.

‘And you want me to make the first film?’

‘Precisely.’ Max tapped a manicured finger on the file between them on the desktop; he now seemed unable to disguise an urgency in his offer. ‘And I want you to start right away. There’s no time to lose. The trail I have followed so 22

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fastidiously could go cold. All you need to know about the people you will be interviewing is in here. Their names, biographies, their connection to the Temple are enclosed. As are photographs and details of the locations that must be visited.’

Kyle sat mute, stunned into disbelief, his head a chaos of excitement, fear, and caution. What had just happened never happened. What had just been offered, was never offered.

Ever.

Max’s stiff face managed to loosen with excitement. ‘My role will be executive producer. All creative decisions are yours. I will not be on set, ever. You must be self-sufficient.

Though I suspect you prefer such an approach. If there is anything you need in the course of the production, you merely call me and I will do my best to execute your requests.

Distribution and licensing are already taken care of. My own company is the investor. We take it directly to market. The production money is in place and waiting. For you.’

Kyle picked up the folder. ‘I need to take this away. Look at it.’

‘The first day of principal photography is this Saturday.’

Kyle laughed, and failed to cull the derisory edge to his voice. ‘Come again?’ Did Max know anything about film-making? ‘Did you say Saturday?’

‘The schedule is done. Permission to film at each location has been arranged. Accommodation and flights can be booked today. As your employer, my liability insurance will cover you and your equipment.’

‘Script? I don’t know anything, or much about this, Mr Solomon. I need a script. I need to work out how to tell the story. It’s all about the storytelling, Mr Solomon—’

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‘You have five days to familiarize yourself with the story.’

Max prodded the Levine book for emphasis. ‘The shooting schedule I have taken the liberty of producing in the chron -

ology of the cult’s movements: London, France,

Arizona.

That will have to be your logline. In essence, it follows

their founding to their self-destruction. Six locations in three countries in eleven days. Not one more. No reshoots, no pickups. I want the footage shot within that time frame. Screen lifts for the B-roll and stock footage have been sourced and copies are in that file.’ Max beamed. ‘What do you say?’

Disorientation came down fast. Either his seat, or the actual room, moved. Too many questions, instincts, and suspicions would not settle inside him or evolve into coherence, into language. ‘The locations. I need to at least see them first.

I need to think about sound, lighting—’

‘There won’t be any crowds at any of the locations. They’re remote. Derelict properties. One of your specialities. Besides that, there are some home visits. There may be the odd flight path I don’t know about, but nothing too challenging for a man of your experience and adaptability. This is extreme guerrilla film-making. Your
raison d’être
, my dear boy.’

‘A shot list for each location.’ He was thinking out loud.

‘Vital. You can’t plan enough, Mr Solomon, or you’re racing against the clock to correct mistakes you never envisaged.

My films are pretty simple. One, two cameras. But still, I have to think every scene through.’ As he was talking he thought about his debts. He should ask about the fee. Was there one?

Had Max mentioned money?

‘The photographs will have to suffice. There cannot be any more delays. It’s why I’m offering you the work. We’re too far along now. It can only be done on this schedule by 24

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someone . . . a director of your capability in such a situ -

ation. That going to be a deal-breaker?’

‘But . . . the people I’m interviewing. I have no sense of them. I need to talk to them first—’

‘No time! The first day of principal photography is this Saturday. I’m afraid I have been let down at the last minute by my team. For personal reasons they were unable to begin.’

‘Team? Who—’

‘And anyway, I’m familiar with each of the individuals who have agreed to be filmed. So you’ll have to trust my selec-tions. I don’t think any of them will disappoint. We wouldn’t even be talking now if I wasn’t confident in your improvisa-tion skills. Your ability to deliver on time and on budget. I know you’ve made films out of fresh air, through a network of favours, and deferred payments. The heavy lifting has been done here. And I have included questions I would like asked.’

‘Now this is where I might have a big problem with an agenda.’

Max stood up to close the meeting. He was impatient, fidgety. ‘It’s hardly prescriptive. More of a guide. And you will see my only agenda is a desire to explore the paranormal aspects of the
organization
. The very purpose of the film. So I’d guess if I have an agenda, then it should be yours too.

How you shoot the scenes is up to you. Frame and compose them any way you like. I want your signature style. And I’ll need the dailies delivered promptly. How would that occur?’

‘Er, I used a parallel editing strategy on the last two films.

Worked just fine. I rough cut the best footage on Final Cut Pro. Prior to a final edit with my editor, Finger Mouse—’

‘Good. Good.’

‘All the master files go to hard-disc space I rent from him.

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Compression means it’ll take longer than real time to put across at the end of each day, but I can get rushes in a day or two.’

‘Let’s try for a day. And your production crew?’

‘My partner, Dan. Can’t work without him. And he does the cameras.’

‘So there will be three of you in total. Dan and this Mouse?’

‘That’s how I did the last two films.’

As Max came around the desk, hand outstretched, Kyle couldn’t tell if the executive producer was impressed by their minimalism or pleased at the low cost implications. ‘And they will agree to a confidentiality clause. I’m afraid this project must remain undercover until completion. The story remains contentious.’

‘Can’t see why not. Festivals? Theatrical release? It would be nice to at least try.’

‘Of course, of course. DVD, internet and TV is our target though. But we shall leave no opportunity unexplored.’

Kyle stood up, but wobbled. He was light in the head, had helium in his feet. ‘You’re ceding creative control to me?’

‘Absolutely.’

‘I’d need to see a contract.’

‘I have it here. You look unconvinced.’

‘I have been ill-used, Mr Solomon. Ill-used. Investors have one thing on their minds: profit at any cost.’

‘Indeed, I hope our collaboration will be profitable. The advance, I think, is generous.’