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- Got everything?

- I think so.

Ready?

- Yeah.

- [muffled]
Honey...you okay?

[muffled]
Honey?

[muffled]
- Daddy?

- Harry.

- Harry.

[whispers] Holy shit.

- What?

Where's my computer?
- I don't know.

What the hell are you doing?

- I need to find my computer.
I need to write.

- Right now?

- I can see it.

I see it all.

The whole thing is finally
clear in my head.

- Harry.

Harry!

[door closes]
- Mom?

- It's okay.

It's okay, sweetie.
It's okay.

- It's too hard.

- No, you'll get it if you
keep practicing, sweetheart.

You always do.

- What if I don't?

What if I never get it?

When are we leaving here?

- I don't know.
Daddy seems inspired.

So we have to support him.

- I saw him take something.

- Daddy.
I saw him take a pill.

Maybe it's Adderall.

I hear some kids
take it to focus.

Maybe I can take one.

- No. No.

No, you just keep practicing.

Harry.

- Hm?

- Honey.

- One second, I'm almost done.

- With what?

- The pilot. The whole thing.

- Well, that's not possible.

You've been writing for,
what, like, four hours?

- [chuckles] I know.

- Harry, Alma said that...

she saw you take something.

Are you on speed?

- What?
No, of course not.

I'm not on speed.

- Well, then what did you take?

Because you must
have taken something.

- Why, because
I couldn't possibly

be talented enough
to finish this...

- Shh!
- Unless I was on drugs?

Is that what you think of me?

- That is not
what I think of you,

but this is very extreme,
Harry.

- I saw you take something,
Daddy.

- Don't be jealous
because I found inspiration

and you can't play
fucking Paganini!

- Honey, I'm sorry.

Honey, honey, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean that.

That--

- What the fuck, Harry?

- I'm sorry.
That was crazy.

I--I'm not myself.

I mean--

These pages--
they just exploded out of me.

[laughs]
And they are fucking

so good!

- I'm happy for you.

Can we leave now?
- Not yet.

I have this other idea
for episode two

and I just wanna
outline it tonight.

- You killed a man
in our sunroom!

- And the sheriff said it was
the first violent crime

that's happened in this town
in years.

I eliminated the danger.
- What?

- I didn't wanna say this
because emotions were high,

but you know,
if you walk out on this job,

it's gonna be very difficult
for you to get another one.

Not after bailing
on the last one you had.

- Come on,
I couldn't get inspired.

They were pushy clients
with terrible taste.

They didn't understand
minimalism

at all!

Or a monochromatic blush
color scheme--

thank you very much--

which is very now, by the way.

And I think I have
a very good excuse

for not finishing this one!

- Honey, please just give me
another day or two.

- Or two? Or two?

- For fuck's sake, Doris,

why can't you just support me?

Hey.

I'm sorry about before.

You are...

much, much more talented
than I am.

- Come get your sandwiches.
- Oh, I'm not hungry, thanks.

- You need to eat.

You too, Missy.

- You okay?

- What happened?

- [coughs] Ugh.

What was that, turkey? Ohh...
- Yeah.

- Something about the taste
made me sick.

Ugh.

- It smells fine to me.

- Can I have the room, please?
I'm not finished.

Come on,
I'll take it upstairs.

Let's go.

- This is really good.

- Thanks, I know.

- Can I see more?

- Yeah, sure.
I'm almost done.

- With all of it?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, what is happening?
This isn't normal.

- Um...

I don't know. It's this place.
It's my muse.

- I thought I was.

- Always.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I've been a jerk.

Uh, the lead character
is kind of a...

antihero,
and I think I'm just...

channeling him
a little too much.

- Will you at least
eat something?

You are gonna collapse.
- I'm not hungry.

- You're a liar.

You're a liar.

You did take
some kind of speed.

I--

Writing like this.

Acting like an asshole.
No appetite.

- Okay, you want me to eat,

I will--I will go grab
some stuff from the market.

Okay?

My fingers are exhausted
anyway.

Want anything?

Get away from me!
- [hissing, growling]

- Get away from me!

- Thought you were
gettin' out of town.

- Oh, yeah.
[chuckles]

- Looks like
you had a change of plans.

Going keto?

- Nah, just feeling a craving.

[chuckles]
- Right.

Writing going well
all of a sudden?

- Yeah, actually.

How'd you know?

You took it!

Bet your softie dick
feels nice and hard now

getting some of that
sweet blood flow.

[screaming]
Why'd you do that?

You shouldn't have done that,
motherfucker!

What, were you thirsty?

You never knew thirsty
before now!

You fuckface!

Mmm.

Mmm...

Ahh...

Oh, it's so good.

Ohh...

it's so good.

- Are we staying here now?
- I don't know.

Daddy and I need
to talk about it tomorrow.

Do you want to leave?

- Yes.
- Yeah, I want to too.

The thing is,
I have known your dad

for a long time,
and he's a really good writer.

Much better
than he gets credit for.

And I've never seen him
inspired like he is right now.

He usually agonizes
over five pages

for two or three days.

I don't want to be here,
but I also...

I don't want to get in the way

of whatever
has gotten into him.

- He's never mean to me.

- I know he feels
terrible about that.

Let's just give him some space

to be an [lowers voice]
asshole artist

for a couple of days,

and I am sure
this fever of his will break.

- Mom?
- Yeah?

- Do you think if I took one of
the pills that Daddy took,

I could play Paganini
better than everyone?

- There's no magic pill
for greatness, sweetheart.

Come here.

Okay, what do you think

of a couch in one of these,

and the wall in this?

- Looks like the same color.

- What? No.

They are slightly different.

It's called "tone on tone."

A lot of the Instagram
design accounts

are featuring it right now.

- This one feels like a cactus.

And this one feels like you
would slide right off of it.

- Okay, thank you.

Okay, bed.

- [sighs] Okay.

I love you.

- Love you too.

- Night night.

Nothing feels better

than those first few nights
on the Muse.

That's what we should call it,
by the way--

the Muse.

- He's going to have to
upgrade his diet

if he wants to keep
feeling that way.

- Speaking of which,
Belle o' the ball,

I'm hungies.
- [giggles]

- Let's go up the Cape
and find a snack.

- Mm.
[chuckles]

- Did you sleep?

- No.

Oh, my God, it's brilliant.

- [chuckles]
I've never heard you so cocky.

- I always wondered

when I saw or read
great writing,

"Where did that come from?"

You know,
how can Tarantino or Sorkin

say the same things
that other writers say,

just in a way that's so much...

better?

- Now you know?

- Agh, something
opened up in my mind...

like finding a secret door
in your house

that leads to a--

a palace of words and ideas

and imagination.

I was living
in a two-bedroom apartment,

and now I'm in Versailles.

- I just sent everything off
to Ursula.

- Great.
So we can leave now?

- Maybe in a day or two.

Definitely
by the end of the week.

- Jesus.

Harry.

Alma is terrified here.

And frankly, so am I.

I want to--
I want to support you in this.

But a week?

It's asking too much of us.

- Doris,
it was just drug addicts

looking for electronics, okay?

No one's bothered us
for a week.

Do I want to stay?
No, but I--

- But, but, but, what?

You guys go. I'll stay.
- No. No.

You will write yourself
to death if you stay here.

[clink]
Fuck!

[eerie tone playing]
Shit!

Ow.

Harry, stop it.

Stop!

What are you doing?
- [moans]

- Get off me!
You're hurting me!

Harry!
- [grunts]

- Jesus!

- Harry!
[barrel clicks]

Just in time!

I'm hunting duck.

Or, uh, quail.

I don't know,
I just kind of like

the feel of a shotgun
when it goes off in my hands.

- What did you give me?
What's in those pills?

- No one knows
except the chemist.

- Who's the chemist?

- I need a drink.
- [sighs]

- Gin martini, to be specific.

You want one?
Come on!

10 or 15 years ago,

this area got hit
on the head and ass

by an addiction stick the likes
of which you've never seen.

After the big crash,

a lot of folks out of work
with nothing to do

but get hungy and high.

Heroin at first,
then crystal meth,

then opioids, which made
the heroin obsolete.

But people still needed
that crystal rush.

And cooking meth
is easy out here

if you have
the right ingredients

and don't blow yourself up.

Anyway, this one person--

no one really knows
who they are, by the way--

starts experimenting
with different recipes.

- So it was created
by accident?

- Well, that's the story.

But you want to know
the best part?

- It only works
if you have talent.

So those things you see
haunting around town?

They took the pill,
but they're just hacks.

Wannabes.

See, if you take the pill,
and you don't

have a creative seed
in your brain already,

the pill destroys you--
turns you into a flesh phantom.

Always thirsty,
never satisfied or employed.

And who knows where
talent comes from? No one!

- But now I'm draining
packages of raw steak

to drink the juices, and--

and sucking the blood
out of my wife's finger.

- Mm.
- Why?

- Metaphorically...
[exhales]

I don't know.

Maybe something about, uh,

artists stealing
other people's lifeblood

to inspire our work.

Scientifically,
the drug severely depletes

the four major minerals
in our blood.

See, Harry,

you can't survive on the pill

without replacing
those minerals

in heroic doses.

And cartons of cow meat
ain't gonna cut it, champ.

You're gonna need
that fresh, warm stuff

from something
that has opposable thumbs.

- Fuck that.
I'm not doing that.

- Hey, no problem.

Just, uh, stop taking the pill.

But good luck ever
writing anything ever again.

It's like trying to screw
with a dick full of Novocain.

Once you take the pill,
you can't get hard without it.

- I don't care.
This is all insanity!

- Oh,
name one successful person

that isn't a little
fucking insane.

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

I hope they like your script
back in Hollyweirdland.

[door closes]
[singsong] I bet they will.

And then you'll be running back

for those little darlings.

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We can leave tomorrow morning,
okay?

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- I have a few more pages
to write this afternoon,

and then...
- [sighs]

- Let's go out
and have that dinner date

that we missed out on.

- I was thinking I can just
take pictures of all the rooms

and finish my design plan
virtually.

- Sure, yeah.
Whatever you want.

What?

- You know,
my job is important too.

That Instagram contest I won--
it was a real thing.

There were almost 100 accounts
in the running.

- I know that. We're--
we're a two-income family.

- I worry sometimes that you
don't think I'm good enough.

That this is just
a hobby or something.

- Sorry, hold on.

It's Ursula.

Hello?
- Bubelah, I hate you.

Why have you been holding
out on me all these years?

What, do you have
little writer elves

that live in your cabinets
and come out at night

and type gold?
- Uh, I told you,

It's just--
it's been inspiring here.

- Ha! Fuck yeah, it has been.

Because you just got
a green light, motherfucker!

As soon as the execs saw it,

they sent it
to Joaquin Phoenix

- [whispers] Joaquin Phoenix.
- [screams]

- Shh!
Um, that's very cool.

Uh, did he like it?

- He said yes
right on the spot.

He said he would
shoot it for free.

- [laughs]
That's amazing!

I mean, I-I would never
ask him to do that,

but it's nice that he--
that he offered.

- Also, maybe start looking
for some real estate out there

because I just got an offer
from Netflix for an overall.

Love to Doris.
Talk soon. Mwah.

- Netflix offered me a deal.

We're gonna be rich!

- We're gonna be rich!

Ooh, baby!

- Oh, sorry baby, baby, baby.

Oh!

We're gonna be rich.
We're gonna be rich.

- Oh.

Oh.

- Go on.

- Oh, uh--
- Oh, go.

I just, uh--
just a quick--

just a little idea.

- I will go
and let you finish your

very lucrative writing.

[inhales sharply]
Okay.

- Joaquin fucking Phoenix!

I love him!

- Harry.

How ya doin'?

Lookin' good.

-No.

- It's legal now
in Massachusetts, babe.

- He's not here for the grass.

He's here for the
[echoing] Muse.

He's going through withdrawals.
- I just need one more

to finish the series
I'm working on.

- Well,
that's what they all say.

Just one more book,
one more movie,

one more hit play, and then
I'll just stop for good.

It doesn't work that way,
pretty.

There's nothing more addictive
than success.

You've tasted it now,

and you're never going
to be able to live without it.

- I know.

I know.

So tell me what I have to do.

- First,
enough with the pity party.

- Second, take this.

- [exhales]
- Good.

Keep your coat on.

We're going out to eat.

- I know, honey.
I'm so sorry.

I'll make it up to you soon.

[stammers]
It's just--

being invited
to a writer's group

with--with Belle Noir
and Austin Summers--

when will I ever
get a chance like that?

I love you.

- She's pissed.
- [sighs]

She's gonna leave me.

- Things'll settle down,
Harry.

She'll be plenty forgiving

once you thank her
in your Oscar speech.

- How many of us are there?

How many people
have taken these pills?

- A few.
More lately.

- Why the increase?
- Streamers.

- Just so you know,
we don't do them all year.

Just for these few months
in the winter.

We come up here
where it's quiet.

pop some pills
and crank out some brilliance,

then take the summers off.

- How often do we have to--

- Eat? Oh...once a week,

if you get a good feed.

I like to snack between meals.

But, uh, I've got regulars

who are happy to oblige
for a couple of shekels.

- And what constitutes
a good feed?

- There are 9 to 12 pints
of blood in the human body,

and Belle and I
usually split that.

- Oh, my God.

- I know, honey.

It sounds awful.

- Murdering human beings
to drink their blood?

Yes,
it sounds fucking terrible!

- We're not dining on doctors

or eating up engineers
or snacking on scientists.

We find the ones
who won't be missed.

The ones who are
a drain on society.

It's basically
a community service.

- Used to be harder
to find the right types,

but since the opioid epidemic
hit the Cape,

it's a breeze.

- Craigslist.

Gotta know
what to look for.

A guy who's selling
lots of random items--

a bicycle, and a stereo,

and a guitar, and some watches.

- You ask yourself,
"What kind of person sells

that combination of items?"

- One that just broke into
a house and stole them.

- Addicts and losers
and criminals.

- Kind of people who cops
feel were offed by a dealer

or another fucknut addict.

- Just remember,
there are only two rules.

Don't ever feed off
anyone in P-Town.

The old sheriff
used to look the other way,

but this new gal
is a nosy bitch

who has no appreciation
for the artists' struggle.

And...

never take your gloves off.

The pipes froze last week,
so the toilet doesn't work.

Um...
there's, uh, TP by the door.

- You can pee in the sand,

but, uh,
need to go number two,

use the bucket and,
uh, bury it.

- You're sweet.

No one will let me crash
when the cold snaps come

but you.

They think I'm contagious.

- Are you?
- No!

I mean, unless we, uh,

make out or fuck
or something.

I think the cough's
just bad allergies.

- Wanna get high?

So what I'm trying to say

is that--
what if the shark is actually

the good guy of the story?

Quint's been, uh,

hunting sharks
for, like, years, right?

And so, like,
maybe he killed, like,

Jaws', like, brother

or, like, best friend
or something like that.

You know?
And so that's why, like,

Jaws ate that lady
and that kid.

So he could get Quint
back out on the water

so he can hunt him down
and kill him.

- Wait, is the shark's name
actually "Jaws"?

I met a guy who was an extra
in one of the beach scenes.

Maybe it was "Jaws 2."

- Fuck "Jaws 2."

They shot that shit in Florida.

Pfffft.
- Wow.

- [laughs]
- You are so fucking smart.

- How do you know so much
about movies?

- I love movies.

They're my whole life.

You know, I started writing,
like, five screenplays.

- I didn't know that.

Can I read one?

- Oh, well,
I've started five.

But I've finished zero.

You know,
I have follow-through issues.

But I , uh, just know

if I finished them,
they'd be really great.

You know, we should take
some of those pills.

Look, I, uh,

stole them from Belle.

If I get her off hard enough,

she passes out like a dude
right after.

- [softly]
No.

You know what these
do to people.

- Yeah, makes them
rich and famous.

- They make you bloodsuckers.

Murderers.

- Look, if you want
real success,

you've got to compromise
a little bit.

Everyone's
gotta go Darth Vader

to get ahead in life, right?
[chuckles]

Wait, you think I'd turn into
one of those pale zombies.

Y-y-you don't think I have
any talent at all, do you?

- I didn't say that.

I sleep on the street.

I eat out of dumpsters.

I haven't been touched by a man
in 15 years,

so shitting in your bucket
is a--

a fucking upgrade for me.

But it's better
than being like Belle.

The things she does.

[crying] The things
she makes me do for her.

- Look at this.

- That's my painting.

That's my painting!

Where did you get that?

- I bought them
at the thrift shop.

I bought a whole bunch of 'em.

They were like 5 bucks each.

- I didn't know they sold.

I took a free painting class
at the Fine Art Center.

I thought they just tossed, uh,

all of them away
when the class was over.

- Well, they did.

But not these, 'cause...

they're actually good.

- You an art expert?

[laughs]
- Well, I've seen some, uh,

TV shows about art.

You know, like, uh,
PBS and shit like that.

They all say

art's about making you,
uh, feel.

So like this one--when I look
at it, I basically can

smell the ocean.

You're talented.

Imagine what you could be
if you took those pills.

You'd be like a--

well, like Picasso.

Hm?

- I want that.
I want that so much.

[whispering]
You see, maybe um...

Oh, I could make
all those assholes

at the market and--
and at all the bars

and--and--and make them
kiss my ass instead.

Motherfuckers!
- Mm-hmm.

- I'd buy the supermarket,

and then I'd burn it
right to the ground.

Asshole motherfucking
fuck faces!

- Yes!

I'd buy the biggest house
on Commercial.

I'd have
fancy cocktail parties.

And I'd invite
all the celebrities

except for Belle Noir.

Ha.
[clicks tongue]

- I can't.
I can't do that.

I don't wanna be like them.

- Well, I do.

- But what if
you're not talented?

What if you end up
like one of the bad ones?

- Look around.
Anything's better than this.

- Hey.

We called about
the mountain bike

and locked iPad.
- Hey, yeah.

Y'all got cash?

My, uh--
my Venmo's suspended.

- Wow, this place is terrible.

- [chuckles]
Yeah, thanks.

I've been--I've been
thinking about, you know,

getting it all fixed up, but--

[chuckles] cash flow.

This is the, uh, locked iPad.

What's up with the gloves?

- Enough talking.
Mama's hungry.

- How you feeling back there,
handsome?

- Better.
Like I want to kill myself

from guilt and shame, but...

better.

- The art you're going
to put into the world

is going to inspire.

You just gave that knucklehead

a chance to be
a small part of that,

which is more than he was ever
going to give to humanity

if he didn't meet us tonight.
- Ugh, is that my future?

A life of rationalization?

- A life of consequence.

- Oh, I feel slightly--
- Buzzy?

That is the crystal meth
in his blood.

You'll laser back in
by morning,

but I fuckin' love it

right after a feed
with one of these dopeheads.

- [laughs]
Me too.

But you're no good
with a sloppy feed.

We're gonna have to get you
to Dr. Feldman

to take care of those teeth.

- Hey.

Can I help you?

- Um, I was given this address

for a Dr. Feldman.

- That's right.

- Is he here?

- Wow.

Sexist much?

- You're Dr. Feldman?

- I changed my name to Lark.
Not legally or anything--

that's a real pain in the ass.

But it's kind of hard
to be taken seriously

in the tat community when
your name's Leslie Feldman.

I worked my way through
dental school selling vintage

and doing tats.

That's my real gift.

Dental school was
to make my parents happy,

tattoos were my passion,
you know?

Well, once I took
the little black pills,

I got so good at slinging ink

that I bailed
on being a tooth jockey.

Come on back.
Belle told me you were coming.

- I thought the pill
only works for writers.

- No.

Anyone with artistic talent.

Have a seat.

People come from
all over the world

to get one of my artworks
painted on them.

If you want,
I'll throw in a freebie

once we're done back here.
- Oh, no thanks.

My wife and I agreed
never to get tattoos.

It's--
it's in our wedding vows.

- Did you agree
to never murder people

and drink their blood too?

Shit happens.

- You do know what
you're doing though, right?

- With your teeth?

I invented this shit.

I realized it was impossible

to get a good, clean,
satisfying feed

with regular chompers.

Look at animals
who have to tear meat

from an uncooked, fresh kill.

Predatory cats,
bears, sharks--

they've all got
major fang action.

Look at it this way--

doing this will make it so
you have to eat less people.

- Okay.

Talk me through the process.

- First, we take a mold
of your teeth for the caps.

-[grunts]
- Then the filing.

You're gonna want gas for that.

- Yeah, it's a big deal for me.

I know, you don't understand.

They want me to do
the entire house.

Yeah, all of it.

- Oh.

- Alma, Alma.

Sweetheart, sweetheart.

Alma.

You have been playing
nonstop for hours.

I have a terrible headache.

I don't know if
it's the pregnancy

or spending all day staring at
different shades of "greige."

Sweetheart,
please take a break.

- No, I need to practice this.

- I'm not liking this sass,
miss.

- You don't understand
greatness.

Sounds fine to you because
fine is good enough for you.

For people like Daddy and I,

fine is failure.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Why are you being so cruel?
That isn't like you.

Look, I know that this
has been hard on you.

All sorts of feelings
about the new baby--

normal feelings.

And the experience out here
has been pretty traumatic.

I am sorry that Daddy and I
haven't taken time

to help you process everything.

I promise you,
as soon as we are home--

- I don't want to leave.

I love it out here.

In fact,
I've never felt happier

or more at home anywhere.

You want us to leave
because you're jealous.

I told you,
you don't understand art.

You don't understand
inspiration.

You don't understand
how hard it is to be great.

Daddy and I have found
something special out here

that helps us be great,
and we don't want to leave.

- You don't think
I'm a great mother?

- I am who I am.

What part of me
would not be me

if I was raised by some other
perfectly ordinary woman?

- You are grounded.
Go to your room.

You are punished.
Go to your room.

Go to your room!
Go to your room!

Pack your things! Go!

Go to your room!

We are leaving tomorrow.

No discussions!

- Welcome to the dick dock.

- Dick dock?

- In July, this place is like
a gay hometown buffet.

Big ones, little ones.

[exhales]
Looking to top or bottom?

- Neither.

Harry.
- One second.

- Is that blood on your chin?

- Oh. Must have
cut myself shaving.

- Have you seen Alma?

- Um, yeah,
she went out for a walk.

- What?

- She said she wanted
some fresh air.

- You let our daughter
go out there alone?

- She's fine.

We let her go grab
the newspaper from the deli

all the time in New York City.

- There are none of those
fucking things

that have been chasing us
in New York City.

Have you lost
your fucking mind?

- Ugh, God, you know,
ever since we've been here,

you have been hysterical
about everything.

I refuse to be
a helicopter parent.

- You killed a man!

- All you care about anymore

is your fucking work!

- I am killing myself
for this family!

You are being so irrational!

This happens every time
you get pregnant.

- You are being insane.

It is not irrational

to worry about our daughter
out there alone

when we both have been attacked
in the last few days!

I'm going to find Alma,

and she and I
are leaving without you.

Without you!

Alma?

Alma?

Alma!

[softly] Alma.

Alma?

Alma?

Alma!

Alma!

Alma, baby.

We have to go.