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- [Mom] I can't believe you let her watch this crap.

- [Dad] I'm a fan of the classics.

- [Mom] Oh my god.

Where is that babysitter?

- [MOVIE]: Shoot 'em in the head, That's a sure way to kill 'em.

If you don't get yourself a proper-

- [Mom] Dee,

Can we not do this, tonight?

Please?

(upbeat, techno music)

- [Mom] I can't deal with this, right now.

- [MOVIE]: You know, when we find 'em

We can kill 'em.

- [Dee]: Are they still moving, Chief?

[Dee]: Yeah, they're dead. They're... all messed up.

- [MOVIE]: Well, in time would you say

you ought to be able to wrap this up in 24 hours?

(doorbell rings)

- [Mom] Oh, thank god.

- [Dad] Okay, kiddo.

Don't make mom "Misery" me.

Play nice for the babysitter, okay?

- Hey, sorry I'm late. - [Mom] It's okay. Laurie, is it?

- Yeah, yeah.

- [Mom] Pizza and drinks are coming, Everything else is in the fridge.

Dee will need a bath soon.

And we'll be home about 11-ish.

- Okay, yeah, sounds good.

(intense music)

(clock ticking)

- I get it.

You don't want me here.

And I'm only here because your parents

are paying 50 in hour because it's New Years Eve.

I'm the last stand.

So let's both make it out alive, okay?

Go get a bath, and when you get out,

it will be pizza and a scary movie.

Deal?

Deal?

(child grunts)

(TV turns on)

(techno music)

(screaming)

Dee!

(suspenseful music)

Dee!

(knock on door)

- Jerry, you're on look out.

(suspenseful music)

- I got a delivery from Prom Pizza.

- Prom Pizza.

That's cute.

- [Pizza Man] Sign there.

Thank you.

Here you go.

- Yup. - [Pizza Man] Have a good one.

- Yeah... You too.

Dee, pizza!

Dee, food!

Dee!

(suspenseful music)

What

the hell, Dee!

Dee!

(camera clicks)

- Thank you!

(water running)

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful piano)

- No, Dee, don't!

(Screams)

No, stop!

Stop!

What are you doing?

No!

Wait, no, don't.

Dee!

(suspenseful strings)

(water running)

No.

What now?

(classical music)

Hey,

Dee if you give me my phone back

I'll tell your parents you were a precious little angel.

Not that they'll believe it, but-

(door creaks)

(heart beat)

Dee?

(door slams)

(techno music)

- Hello, Laurie.

We kinda know each other.

I wanna play a game.

- Wait.

- Here's what happens when you lose.

The device I'm holding in my hand,

your phone,

is hovering over water.

And we don't have any rice

'cause my mom watched a documentary

and now thinks it's bad.

Look on the floor.

There's only one way to save your device.

Finish this game in three minutes

or your phone goes bye bye.

- Wait.

(intense techno music)

(frustrated groans)

Okay.

(laughter)

(classical music)

(intense techno music)

(classical music)

(laughter)

(intense techno music)

(bell rings)

- I lost.

- Be nimble?

What does that even mean?

This is what I think of your puzzle, Dee.

Your puzzle's stupid.

Give me my phone!

(door creaks)

(classical music)

(groans)

- Babysitting will be good for the extra money, they said.

Shoulda just made my car a taxi.

Thank god.

(deep breathing)

What the hell.

(suspenseful music)

(screams)

(crying)

- I just wanted to say that I'm sorry

to you and to me.

I should of come to the party and

it's just really cold.

But I'm literally gonna die, like you don't understand.

- [Voice On Phone] God, you're so dramatic.

Be there in a few.

♪ Laurie ♪

♪ Be nimble ♪

♪ Laurie ♪

♪ Be quick ♪

(screams)

(kids music plays)

(screams)

(screams)

- Dee stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

- [Mom] Why are the lights out?

- I'll give you the money I make.

(screams)

- [Mom] I hope Dee was good.

- Oh, thank god.

- [Mom] Thank you so-

- [Dad] Happy New Year!

I got you some sparklers.

- Thank you. (chuckles)

- [Mom] Millennials.

So selfish.

- [Dad] Oh look, she's waving bye to Dee.

Looks like they had a great time.

- Dee, Dee, no!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Please stop, please stop, please stop.

(Dee making chainsaw sounds)

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

(crying)

(Dee making chainsaw sounds)

(laughter)

(upbeat music)

(woman inhales and exhales shakily)

(woman continues breathing shakily)

NO MORE GOD IN DOCTOR

Hello, I’m calling because I have a patient who is in a coma, Glasgow 8

with a cerebral haemorrhage. She needs a transfer to neurosurgery fast.

It is like the game of musical chairs. Without the music.

I am sorry for the wait, Mr Bertholet.

Never mind.

Yes, yes, I’ll wait.

My daughter has been waiting for 5 hours.

I am finishing with a patient and I will be right back.

You already said that 2 hours ago and my daughter is in pain.

I will be there in 5 minutes.

No! You take care of her now.

Let go of my arm please.

Calm down, Ma’am, this is enough!

No, you cannot leave until your results are back.

Please go back to your stretcher.

I already have my tickets.

You go back to your stretcher!

Mrs Bocqueho?

Mrs Bocqueho?

Mrs Bocqueho?

Mrs Bocqueho? Mrs Bocqueho?

Can you hear me? Ma’am…?

Paramedics brought her earlier tonight.

She was homeless with no know relatives.

It is sad to say but it is good for us. And it opened up a bed.

I am really sorry.

I reviewed her admission form. She presented with a fever and mottling.

Mottling is obvious Margaux. You know it announces sepsis.

Yes, I know, I wrote it down, but…

Since I was by myself with Jessica and...

No, this is not an excuse. You must be more cautious.

I am not sure you are fit for the ER.

I am. I know I can make it.

Then work on it. And fast. If you want to pass your training.

- Did you free room 3? - Yes, she is in radiology.

Good. The appendicitis in room 5 needs surgery fast. Her fever is rising.

Okay.

Hi!

What are you still doing here?

They were full in rheumatology. It is peak season.

But they told me they had a bed.

They are overbooking, then.

Don’t go anywhere. I’ll see what I can do.

Don’t worry. I won’t sneak out.

Hi, it’s Margaux, the ER intern.

Would you have a bed for a patient with a recovering pulmonary oedema?

Shit. Even in a triple room?

Ok. Thanks. Bye

Hi, it’s Margaux, the ER intern.

It is a recovering pulmonary oedema.

For a patient with a recovering pulmonary oedema.

Too bad. Bye.

Shit. And in a triple room?

Nothing at all?

No chance?

Thanks. Yes, bye.

First break. 4:43. It’s a progress.

Could you find a room for Mr Bertholet?

Yes, in the gastro department.

Nice spot after rheumatology.

We did not talk about Tuesday night, but I'm there if you need.

We all have a story like yours. Try to move on.

Look at me, for instance.

Once I was by myself, at lunchtime.

And the hallways were full. A woman arrived with the Paramedics.

She presented with a bowel obstruct. I knew she needed a gastric tube fast.

But at the same time, a patient came in with chest pain.

See. I had to make a choice.

- I went back to trauma and... - Thanks, but I am fine.

"Dermatology"

Risk marker, risk marker...

"Hematology"

Hello, you have reached the Emergency Medical Service.

All our phone lines are currently busy. Thank you for your patience.

Typing: "Sweating blood."

Emergency Medical Service, how can I help you?

- Hello? - Yes, I'm listening.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello, I am sorry to disturb you...

I am calling because… Is it possible that my body is sweating blood?

I beg your pardon?

Is it possible that I am sweating blood profusely?

- Is this a joke? - No, I swear this is not a joke!

I don't have time for pranks.

Hello?

- Hi Margaux. - Hi. How are you?

Great. And you?

Great.

He is stable. Take out his drip.

Sorry.

And call the ortho surgery intern, Okay?

- Am I hurting you? - No, it is fine.

Next time, try to talk it out before fighting.

Ah! It smells like death in here! Can’t you smell?

Not particularly.

It’s like there is a corpse hidden in some place.

Crap. I am about to throw up.

I will call maintenance. There must be a dead rat somewhere.

Margaux? Margaux, are you there?

Yes.

Bertholet needs a transfusion.

His last biopsy shows he is anemic.

I’m coming.

I gave Mr Bertholet a transfusion. But it was not enough.

He went into respiratory distress, and then to cardiac arrest.

I defibrillated, but he did not respond.

I just filled out the death certificate.

His daughter is on her way.

You did all you could Margaux.

I know it is hard.

We all go through it.

That’s the way it is.

Hello?

Yes?

Please, Doctor? It hurts.

Margaux, can you please come and see the patient in room 4?

I think it’s thrombosis.

Margaux?

THOSE WHO CAN DIE

You’ll sleep in the B building.

The timetable is hanging at the entrance of the building.

You’ll have to respect the schedules.

A nurse will come and meet you this evening.

You’ll see, you will perfectly adapt yourself.

We're about to start the chapter on human reproduction.

You might know that young people who weren't chosen, like you,

to attend a school, are intended to procreation.

They are your progenitors.

You might have already heard about artificial insemination?

This consists of injecting sperm into the uterine cavity,

on the ovulation day.

Let go of me!

- Hi.

- Hi.

My name is Zoé.

- Marie.

When did you arrive?

- Almost a week ago. And you?

- Almost a year ago.

- How long do we have to stay?

- Don’t swallow everything they give you.

You know how were babies done before?

Here you go.

I lend you them but be careful that nobody find them.

See you tonight!

The principal!

Antoine?

Antoine!

Where are you going?

- Outside.

He was transformed...

- Yes, it's always like this...

It seems that there’ s a sort of ritual

and that afterwards, you'll become like them.

You'll learn a job and you can't escape them.

Not even by death.

You can’t die anymore.

- We should leave this place...

- You know what happens if we get caught?

Are you brave enough?

-Zoé.

Marie.

Go and play.

- Is it your first time here?

- Yes.

- You’ll see, you’ll get your money’s worth.

I drew the map!

- There, there and there...

there are cameras.

Tonight at midnight!

- Ok!

You know what happens to those who refuse to obey.

So?

What do you choose?

Marie!

MARIE!

Where are you going?

- Here, take your map.

This is useless to me now.

THOSE WHO CAN DIE

(chanting)

(music starts, chanting continues)

My loyal subjects!

You are prostated before our great goddess.

Thank Her just wrath for eradicating scientists, these blind sinners!

Praise Raad who marked us with Her hand!

We are the guardians of Her teachings, the warriors of Her tribe.

Soon, we will release Her just furor on the impure ones.

Worship the wrath of Mother Nature ! Worship the divine blast of Raad !

Is that so tricky?

To say the least ! Major, what do you know about the Loeuks?

A local Celtic tribe.

More seriously, The ugliest bastards in the country,

rotten to the core and emblematic members of the mutants alliance.

Their priestress-queen serves in the assembly of the Confederation.

That's concise, but not wrong.

I may add these nutcases worship an operational nuclear warhead.

I beg your pardon!

We cannot let these degenerates play with such a threat,

nor can we act without risking a civil war with the mutants.

- That would be untidy, indeed. - This is why you will disarm this bomb,

carefully,

without blowing up half the country, or pissing off the Loeuks.

You cannot make any mistake!

- God have mercy on our souls ! - This is no joking matter, Major !

Thousands of lives are at stake.

It's not the best solution but it's only one we have.

It will cost you the usual rate, and... One or two extras...

Good luck major! And believe me, you will need it!

SURPRISE !

I've made it for you !

Scarlett... May I use your make-up?

Yeah ! Big euphemism... Well, there's no mistake possible at least!

PSYCHO ! ‘Love it!..

Ok, wanna play?

Damn'it ! I can't leave you alone five minutes !

Girls, there's a little problem the colonel needs help with.

Let's switch in ghost mode. The Loeuks are getting too dangerous.

We have to defuse a nuclear situation before it becomes explosive.

- Right away sis'! - Ok, perfect ! Join me outside.

Hey you! Go back to your post immediatly! You're not paid to just sit there!

Fall back! Go! Go! Go!

Scarlett, with me! Bab', the bomb is for you!

Babe, hurry up! G-High and her mercenaries are right on our ass!

HEY! Give me one minute!

- What’s this mess?! - Back off Majesty!

Who are these dogs?

Hum... We've got a little problem here.

- Go ahead, humor me! - Nothing serious, but...

The manual says to cut the red wire, but I don't see any here.

That's fine! Just cut any wire!

Ok, let's go!

Holy Shit! It worked! We're still alive!

Oh shit...

This is not our fault! We were given wrong information about the bomb.

There was no red wire! It was just a standard connector.

What do you mean by "standard"?

Well...You know, just two grey wires.

You're the expert, aren't you ?

Same as your bombs: a pale grey wire and a darker grey wire.

Same colour as your hair !

(wind howling)

(animal barking)

(suspenseful music)

(man exclaims)

(startling tone)

(unsettling music)

(man breathing unsteadily)

(man wincing)

- Fuck.

(phone vibrates)

- Hey, I don't wanna make you worry

but I think somebody's circling my block.

I've seen the same car, like 10 times.

If you could call me back

and stay on the phone,

it might ease my mind a little bit.

Thanks.

Hey Chris, I'd appreciate it.

Call me back, I'm getting a little worried.

Thanks.

Chris, I'm pretty sure it's, it's John's truck.

Can you please, just call me back, please.

John just stopped by.

He stayed near his car.

He was definitely drunk.

He told me he hadn't seen you today.

So guess you didn't get murdered by my ex.

And he did tell me he still loved me.

But don't worry, I told him to go home.

So I guess you are just ignoring me.

Just call me when you get this.

(unsettling music)

(banging)

(quiet rock music)

- You guys suck.

- Brian, I need to talk to you-

- I'm fucking busy.

- John. Yo, John!

John.

There's some fucking douche bag outside

looking for you.

(door bangs)

- John I, I think we should talk about Halie.

(punch thuds)

(unsettling music)

Halie it's Chris, look I kind of figured

it was gonna go to your voicemail.

I know, I know I was a...

dick head last night.

I should have...

I had a couple drinks.

I'm sorry, I passed out.

I missed your calls and listen, I'm just leaving downtown.

I just ran into your ex's fist and I gotta go home.

I gotta change.

I know we've made plans around like eight o'clock.

Please call me back.

If you don't, I'm gonna come over

and I'm gonna, I'm gonna show the check the door

and I'm gonna get you to have dinner with me,

'cause I am a fuck up and I hope you'll gimme another shot.

I, I miss ya. Okay?

I'll be over soon.

Bye.

(shower running) (voices muffling)

- Elon Musk is saying we are still going...

Cryptocurrency enthusiasts are ecstatic.

And I for one in this studio can say

I regret having sold my dough at 75 cents.

And in local news, body of 29 year old Eric Cuevas

was identified by police

in the Northeastern Lords Valley area,

specifically located on the Johnson Farm

right off route 209.

Police said the scene was a massacre.

We cannot show you footage of the event.

Although there is no further evidence at this time

police speculate that the attack

may have been caused by a wild animal

or an unknown assailant.

Chief of police, Zach McTee will be bringing us information

as it lets out.

Now over to Wacky Willy with the weather.

- Whoa, Wacky Willy with the weather

and the weather has been wacky last night.

Three and a half feet of snow,

but today's sunny and 75.

Better get your sunscreen.

(pensive music)

(phone chimes)

- Hey.

Halie.

Oh, this. It's...

It's nothing.

Your, your crazy ex-boyfriend punched me

in the face earlier today.

It's fine, yeah.

Got you these.

Just be yourself.

Be natural.

- Hi. - Hey.

- You cold? - Little bit.

- Would you like to come in?

- Yes.

- You gonna be yourself?

(Chris sighs)

- Yeah.

(unsettling music)

(both laughing)

- And then he said don't bag it.

I'll carry it out.

It's a true story too.

- [Halie] No, it's not.

- Everything came out really good, Halie.

- Good. I'm, I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Chris, I gotta ask you.

What did you do last night?

- What do you mean?

- Well, I tried to call you like 10 times.

- Didn't you gonna get my voicemail?

- I got your voicemail, but I mean,

You were obviously screwing with me.

- What would make you... what would make you say that?

- I don't know, something was off,

something wrong with your voice.

- Is that women's intuition?

- Yeah, something like that.

- I, I came home kinda late last night.

I started making dinner.

I found this old bottle I had.

I made a drink.

I had another one

and I think that's probably why I wasn't feeling too good.

- [Halie] You don't drink, Chris.

- I know, I think that's part of the problem.

- Well, what could have been so bad to make you drink?

- It wasn't anything was wrong.

Look, can I tell you something,

like really honest?

And I didn't wanna tell you

'cause I didn't want you to think I was crazy.

I was attacked by something last night.

- Did John beat you up?

- No, it wasn't John.

It was an animal or something.

A dog.

When I, I came home, I made dinner

and I went to bring the trash out

there must have been an animal or something.

A dog in the woods, I didn't see it.

The light didn't click on and I woke up outside.

(startling tone, Chris exclaims)

And even beat me up.

He sucker punched me.

(Halie scoffs)

- I thought your, your first lie with the drinking

was pretty good, but this one takes the cake.

- This is, it's not a lie, Halie.

I could prove it to you.

I'm serious.

I could prove it.

(Halie scoffs)

- Yeah, you really do need to cut back on those beers.

(unsettling music)

- [Chris] I... I uh.

- Jesus Christ, Chris.

I want to have a serious conversation

and you can't even do that.

- Halie, it's...

- It's what?

(phone rings)

You know what?

I'm gonna take this call. - [Chris] Hold on.

- You try to figure out

what conversation you want when I get back.

- Halie. Halie.

(Chris grunts)

- Hey, trying to figure out if you have

perfect timing or terrible timing,

- [John] I need to talk to you about your little friend.

- Perfect timing.

He's here right now.

(frenzied music)

(Chris whimpers)

- Little fuck came to my job.

He's obsessed with you.

- And that's a bad thing?

Maybe he could fix the lights

in my hallway because somebody else tried and failed.

- [John] I'm coming over.

I don't trust this guy.

- No, no.

You had your opportunity to fix the lights.

I think it's time we give Chris a chance now.

- [John] Haley I'm serious.

- Wait, do you, do you hear that?

- [John] Hear what?

- The sound of me not giving a shit!

(Chris whimpers)

Chris, Chris are you choking?

Can, can you take a breath?

- [Chris] It, it, it hurts.

- I gotta get my phone.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

I'm gonna get you some help.

(Chris yells)

- [Chris] Fuck, fuck.

(startling tone, Chris exclaims)

(Chris growls)

(Chris growls) (Halie gasps)

(thudding)

(unsettling music)

- Chris?

(Chris panting)

Chris?

Chris!

(startling tone)

(Chris yelling) (scary music)

(Chris panting)

(startling tone, Halie gasps)

- You okay?

Where is he?

(suspenseful music)

(Chris growls softly)

Get in the car.

(Chris growls)

(crashing)

(tense music)

(crashing)

(suspenseful music)

(startling tone)

(John gasping)

Halie.

(body thuds)

(soft growling)

(glass shatters, Halie screams)

(animal howls)

(pensive, jazzy music)

[Dark ethereal music]

I used to envy other people

other people have fun dreams -- interesting dreams.

I stopped feeling envious when the nightmares got so bad

I would wake up clawing at my skin so hard it would bleed.

I made an appointment at a sleep clinic --

Somatika.

For months, they made me keep a dream journal and send it to them.

Seemed kind of redundant if you ask me.

Every night was the same.

Nervous?

A little.

I was nervous my first time too.

Okay, um

any health problems that we should be aware of?

My therapist says I have PTSD.

And are you of sound mind capable of consenting to treatment?

Hello, Nera,

My name is Doctor Cassius, but you can you call me Kane.

I..

see this is your first in lab study.

Yeah, I...

don't normally make a habit out of letting strangers watch me sleep.

It'll be our little secret.

Close your eyes Nera.

Feel your feet,

and breathe in deeply.

As you exhale allow all the tension to dissolve.

Now onto your calves --

send them all your attention.

Inhale

Exhale

and release.

Stop calling me.

Unfortunately.

No. I'm hanging up now.

Wait.

Don't look now...

But I'm right behind you.

Nightmares are a sign

your soul is ready for something new.

I'm sorry?

You heard me.

I have something I'd like you to see.

I give to you The Treasure of Darkness.

[Ethereal music and indiscernable whispering]

We have to go now.

Wait.

It's marvelous, isn't it?

but you're not ready to stay here.

Not yet.

but you will be.

[A bell rings]

Let's play All Dolled Up.

Today's doll is --

and she's not quite feeling her best.

In fact, this broken, twisted little toy is hardly getting played with!

Let's see what we can do to fix her right up.

Relax, Nera.

This is an exercise in

extreme suffering, but it is only an exercise.

You've been vetted for your ability to withstand terror --

Terror...

far worse than what you're about to experience.

[Muffled screams]

It is not without purpose.

This is so exciting!

Oh my god this is so exciting.

For the love of God,

can someone please sedate the bitch?

And get those fucking blinds!

You know I'm photosensitive.

It's one part saline to every two parts moonflower.

God, Salem, do I look like an idiot?

Oh, don't fucking touch me.

Do you know how much this potion costs?

probably more than your day rate -- for a drop!

[screaming]

A cloudless nightmare conjures the sun.

We found you infinity.

What's your name?

Zero.

You're kind of hot.

You don't want me.

Maybe I do.

Beg for it.

The nature of everything is emptiness.

Yes.

The nature of everything is emptiness!

You want to let yourself go, but there's no ground beneath.

The nature of everything is emptiness.

And you could cry forever,

The nature of everything is emptiness.

And not even feel a fraction of the sadness in this terrible world.

The nature of everything is emptiness!

[screaming]

Nera.

Nera!

I need you to come with me.

Where we going?

We're gonna go see a movie at the theater --

a comedy.

Just come. It'll take your mind off of things.

[indiscernable chatter]

You sound a little bit jealous.

You really don't like her.

I don't trust her.

She's such a wreck!

[A bell rings]

Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you today the sick and sorry life of Nera

Graves -- a mid-tier prostitute

who, despite her above-average intelligence, never amounted to anything

more than a passably enticing yet completely forgettable

pile of meat.

[Circus music plays]

Babe.

What's going on?

Well, look,

it's his 21st birthday, and I was kind of hoping

you could give him a little surprise.

I thought you wanted me to dress up for you.

Well, like, no, but...

[cruel laughter]

Medical grade.

Here ya go...

It'll really help with your writer's block.

You're kinda cute.

[ominous laughter]

Like a stray cat.

I assume you need a place to stay tonight?

[whimpering]

I can help you with that.

[raucous cheers and giggling]

[Circus music resumes]

[menacing howls and laughter]

Eliminate.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

You suck.

Oh thank god. Have you seen Kane?

Calm down.

They're trying to get rid of me.

You're noided.

No, I'm not.

They warned me about your history.

What?

You've done this before, Nera.

You think the world is one way, but it's not. You're wrong.

You don't understand.

They keep looking at me.

Whispering about me.

It is not without purpose.

[eerie silence]

Kane!

He couldn't make it.

[synchronized clapping]

[the applause crescendos]

The nature of everything is emptiness.

The nature of everything is emptiness.

[growling]

[cheering]

The nature of everything is emptiness.

The nature of everything is emptiness.

[sirens and laughter]

Do it.

Do it, Nera.

It's not healthy to hold onto all that rage.

Do it.

Do it!

Do it. Do it.

Do it. Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it. Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it. Do it.

[screaming]

[high-pitched ringing]

[soft, ethereal music]

(creepy whispering)

(Jim exhaling)

(Jim moaning)

- My dear God.

(BJ and Jim exhaling)

Girl, (Jim chuckling)

that was dollars to dimes

the best damn blow down I ever had.

Let me tell you, I've had my share.

- Well, I aim to please.

I'm glad you enjoy the ride, sugar.

- All right. Beat your feet.

- Come again?

- You heard me. Come on, get fuck the out.

I gotta get home.

- My, my, my. How suddenly the winds have changed.

I guess chivalry truly is dead.

- Yeah, for whores.

(mysterious music)

- I beg your pardon?

- Nothing.

- I like you. Jim, was it?

- Fact is, there's a lot of things I like about you.

I guess I just like the cut of your Jim, Jim.

(BJ chuckling)

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you give me a call one of these days?

I mean, if you like the way I give a B-J.

You should see the way I knock boots.

Only then would you know what heaven truly is.

- No thanks.

- Suit yourself, darlin'.

(door slamming)

(engine revving)

(footsteps echoing)

(dog barking)

(footsteps approaching)

(suspenseful music)

- You're looking for a date, handsome?

Or are you looking for something else?

Door number one or do number two?

Either way, I've got what you need.

So choose.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

(head thumping)

(Conrad groaning)

(fist thumping)

(knee thumping) (Conrad grunting)

(fist thumping)

(head slamming)

(footsteps fading)

(melancholy music)

Oh. Hi, baby.

Oh. Who's a good boy?

That's right. Monty's a good boy.

You're the best boy ever.

Mommy has a treat for you. Yes, she does.

Come on.

(button clicks)

(BJ exhaling)

(door slamming)

For Monty and for Mommy.

(Monty chewing)

Mommy has had a rough day today.

Yeah, she has.

(Dex groaning)

You woke up.

I was beginning to think you'd sleep forever.

What's the matter? You don't like the music?

(BJ giggling)

Well, I guess that's all right.

Different strokes for different folks.

(Dex groaning)

What?

Why don't we try something else?

How would this do? (Dex screaming)

(upbeat music)

Oh, it is not that bad.

(screaming)

Do you mind if I slip into something

a wee bit more comfortable?

(Dex groaning)

Oh, patience, sweetheart.

It wouldn't take that long.

You are an eager beaver, aren't you?

(Dex screaming)

(BJ chuckling)

(Dex screaming)

(chains clanking)

- Let me out.

What the fuck.

(screaming)

Let me out.

(screaming)

I'll pay you. Please.

Let me out of here. I'm sorry.

Help me, please.

Help me.

(Dex groaning)

(Dex panting)

- Okay. All right.

Have it your own way, but this is your last request.

(tranquil music)

(locks snapping)

(Dex whimpering)

- Oh, don't you fret now, sweetie.

We have all night to play with not a care in the world.

Just the two of us.

You know, I once wrote this poem.

Did you wanna hear it?

I know what you're thinking.

Everyone fancies themselves a poet, right?

I never said it was an award winning poem.

Just a poem. Did you want to hear it?

All right, but don't laugh now. I'm no Robert Frost.

(BJ chuckling)

(Dex groaning)

A bright-eyed girl of 17.

Her name was Billy Joe.

With worn out shoes and torn up jeans,

to the city she did go.

(knife slicing) (Dex screaming)

And with sharks now face to face.

Too late to hit rewind.

The search began to find her place,

a corner she did find.

(knife slicing) (Dex screaming)

It was started fast. Ended slow.

Wound up in disarray.

With pores and veins she lost her glow.

Her life was a cliche.

And there she wallowed

in the dark, sweet turmoil,

laced in fear.

Until one night near pigeon park,

she saw them drawing near.

Approaching her, three figures slam.

One asked her for a date. "I'm sorry sir," she said to him.

"The hour is running late."

(drill buzzing)

No sooner did when I was hand dry.

Perhaps she was too bold.

A flash of light devoured her eye.

The fist that knocked her cold.

(drill buzzing) (man screaming)

When she woke, both drawn and spread,

in an alley they call blood.

Legs to the sky on her pavement bed,

tears streaming like a flood.

(drill buzzing) (man screaming)

They took their time, enjoyed the ride,

and ripped her to the core.

Then gave a name to their alley bride.

The name they gave was whore.

(drill buzzing) (man screaming)

A sliver name that notched inside.

You tragic little whore.

And then a smile did cross her face,

as blood pooled by her head.

That bright-eyed girl had left this place.

From Billy Joe was dead.

But what she learned as there she lay,

a shattered meadowlark.

There are things that drag your soul away.

There are demons in the dark.

Since then, she never cried a breath.

For on that night she swore that any man who suffered death.

(knife slicing)

Any man that called her whore.

(Dex choking)

You'll never guess when she became that night in the park.

She was a girl without a name.

A demon in the dark.

(BJ chuckling)

("She Moves the Clouds")

(saw slicing)

(plastic crumpling)

♪ Hey man you've been down some ♪

♪ I've seen it in your walk ♪

♪ Your head looks more like a boulder ♪

♪ And I don't think that I've heard you talk ♪

♪ Ya know I found a way ♪

♪ to make all the clouds go away ♪

♪ I know you man ♪

♪ I know that you're not okay ♪

♪ Bring me the girl with sparkly gray eyes from the beach ♪

♪ Bring me the girl and the rosy pink bed were she sleeps ♪

♪ Bring me the girl who likes I exist in her world ♪

♪ Bring me my girl ♪

♪ Or bring me the world and lay it asleep at my feet ♪

♪ Bring me the stars and build me a golden fleet ♪

(shredder grinding)

♪ Bring me the cosmos and show me it's strings ♪

♪ Or bring me my girl ♪

♪ Or bring me my girl ♪

(toothbrush grinding)

(Stuart moaning)

(Stuart panting)

(BJ exhaling)

- Not bad.

That was something else.

- I aim to please.

It has been an absolute pleasure.

- Wait. Can I see you again?

- Sure. You can, honey.

- You need a ride somewhere?

(BJ chuckling)

- Gosh, you are so sweet,

but I think I'll manage just fine.

- How do I find you? Can I get your number or your name?

- You'll find me.

(Stuart chuckling)

(Stuart exhaling)

(voices whispering)

(mysterious music)

(toilet flushing)

- It's a pretty nice place you got here.

- You seem surprised.

I don't do it for the money.

You can think of it more as a hobby.

(Jim chuckling)

Why don't we finish the drinks,

and then we can get started, shall we?

(glasses clanking)

(melancholy music)

(lips smacking)

(BJ exhaling)

I knew you'd come around.

(sirens whaling)

(footsteps echoing)

You'll never guess what she became

that night near pigeon park.

She was a girl without a name,

(demon shrieking)

a demon in the dark.