Alice is passed a martini glass filled with blue liquid. The Hatter leans close.
He points to a derelict theater:
“Fantasy is what you pay for. Reality… is what you do after the cameras stop.” She holds up a Super 8 film camera. “Tonight, we’re shooting a musical. And you’re the finale.” Alice is passed a martini glass filled with blue liquid
The Knave of Hearts (a handsome, terrified accountant in handcuffs) kneels.
“Ah. The new girl. Do you know the difference between fantasy and reality, my dear?” my dear?” Alice
Alice, still buzzing from the hookah, shakes her head.
POST-CREDITS SCENE:
She looks at the audience—the real audience, in 1976, in some grindhouse theater—and whispers: