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(strange music) (insects thrumming)

- When Orpheus played his instrument,

no woman, man or beast could resist him.

Wow, all right.

Eurydice was immune to Orpheus' charms,

which made him love her even more,

law of desire.

Eventually he won her over

and they got married,

and for a time they were happy.

But Eurydice grew restless.

She missed playing with her friends.

- That's not how the story goes.

- Oh, is that so?

You want me to read you something else?

No.

While Orpheus was at work,

Eurydice would go into the forest.

She befriended the nymphs who lived in the forest,

and they would dance and play together.

Until one day,

Eurydice was bitten by a snake and died.

Orpheus went to the netherworld to retrieve Eurydice.

He was told

that she could return to the world with him,

but she must walk behind him

and he must not look back at her

until they have returned.

And if he looked back,

she would disappear into the netherworld forever.

He will never be able to return for her.

(electronic music)

(shutter clicking)

(radio tuning)

Can I take a picture?

- [Raccoon Man] Si, si, go ahead.

They're waiting, they're waiting for food.

They are all waiting.

The squirrels too.

- [Rick] Pigeons, the squirrels.

Raccoons.

Nice. - Raccoon man.

- Ha, ha, they Raccoon man, nice.

- Lightfoot.

I named her Lightfoot.

Everybody knows her name, Lightfoot.

Everybody always.

How's Lightfoot doing?

How's Lightfoot doing?

She's 13 years old.

That's how long I know this raccoon.

Everybody say, hey, that's, that's yours.

I said, no, that's from the park.

I just know him.

I just, you know, he's a friend of mine.

I feed him since they were babies.

This is what I love to do. - Yeah, yeah.

- All they wanna do is eat.

- Yeah, that's-- - Sometimes they stand up

in the, in the walkway. - Yeah.

- By the path and the people.

Why, why they stand up like this to me and they move around?

All they want is food.

They're not gonna try to attack you.

- Yeah. - But they will

take your bag and run with it.

- [Rick] Oh shit.

Oh they will?

- Yeah.

That's why they call 'em burglars, you know, with,

with the mask, the color of the eyes.

They'll come and grab,

they'll snatch a bag and run with it.

They already grabbed my bag and ran with it.

And then I said, I'm not gonna go after them.

Yeah, he did grabbed the whole bag of food and I said,

I'm not gonna go in there.

But they all went around there, ripped the bag open,

and ate it up.

- [Rick] Oh shit.

- It was amazing the way it happened.

Real quick.

It was real quick. - Wow.

There's a rat right there.

That's the fat rat.

- Yeah, that's, yeah.

This is their house.

- [Rick] This is their house, huh?

- This is their house.

- [Rick] Have you seen raccoons eat rats?

- Yeah, yeah.

They grabbed them and wow.

I think, no, I think it was Yoda.

I mean, Lightfoot grabbed one in the back right here.

She was eating.

Then the rat kept on going,

trying to get her food under her.

And so she grabbed him

and all you could hear the rat screaming, scream, scream.

After a while you didn't hear 'em screaming no more.

And I said, oh, she finished with 'em.

- [Rick] But do they eat them?

Do they just like rip them up and eat them?

- Yeah, rip 'em up and eat the insides.

That's it and leave the rest.

So hope do the same thing here.

The hawks come down, boom.

Grab the rat and eat it right there.

And just they looking and eating, pulling,

pulling and eating the hole inside.

And after a while, they take the rest, take it with them.

(soft electronic music)

- Oh, you're a shy one.

Gotta beware of the shy ones.

Gotta sleep with one eye open

and crumpled newspaper on the floor around the bed.

Help me with this.

Unless you wanna have a go?

You don't mind loppy seconds?

Or rather thirds.

God, you are my type.

I always fall for the shy, quiet ones.

My name's Hale by the way,

like the frozen precipitation.

But you can call me anytime.

It's corny, I know, but I can't help myself.

You don't talk enough.

I know, I talk too much.

Feel free to shove something down my throat to shut me up.

No?

Okay, shy boy.

(soft electronic music continues)

I'll see you around.

(soft electronic music continues)

(soft music) (birds chirping)

- He's no cop.

(soft music continues) (men moaning)

(soft music continues)

- No.

No more cameras.

Just eyes.

Lose yourself in my eyes.

You gonna fuck me?

(birds chirping)

(distorted sirens wailing)

- [Rick] Don't panic.

Don't run.

That is key.

I've seen guys trip over fences

and crack their skulls open on the pavement.

The cops are looking for the runners.

I'm just here taking pictures.

I'm looking for the owls and taking pictures.

I'm taking pictures of the owls.

The owls.

(distorted funky music) (radio chatter)

- [Officer] He's turning right.

We are in pursuit.

(radio chatter) (funky mysterious music)

- [Samantha] Why are you still wearing that?

- Can't get it off.

- Stay just like me then, huh?

(funky mysterious music)

(sirens wailing)

- Orpheus can't hear Eurydice's footsteps

and thinking a trick is being pulled on him,

right before they are about to get out of the netherworld,

he looks back

and Eurydice disappears.

He tries to go back to get her,

but he never finds her again.

All right.

Let's go beddy by now, okay? - Okay.

- You wanna get Fred?

Why don't you hug Fred?

There you go.

That's a good boy.

All right.

I love you.

(speaking Spanish)

- Why don't you stay?

- I really should get back to my mother's place.

- What's the point of a live in nurse

if you always have to run back to her?

- I'm probably gonna have to fire him.

Can't prove anything,

but I think he's been stealing medications.

- It sounds like something from my show.

- Yeah.

- You know what,

I don't wanna hear about it.

You're not my problem anymore.

All I'm saying is

that you're welcome to stay if you'd like.

You want a drink?

- I'm good, thanks.

Yeah.

Do you want me to run lines with you?

- No, I only have three lines tomorrow.

- Yeah? - Uh huh.

Dr. Rosewood, your wife is here to see you.

If she ever gets outta that coma,

there will be hell to pay.

Wait, my favorite.

Your secret's safe with me.

(both laughing)

- Who the hell is in a coma this time?

- Laura.

Yeah, she said no to the director,

and until she says yes,

she's gonna be in that damn coma or dead.

- Are you worried about your job at all?

- Nah.

Luckily, he's really into obviously fake blondes,

so you know, I don't have to worry about

falling down an elevator shaft or getting garrotted by

my wannabe rock star boyfriend's guitar strings.

Yeah. - Oh God.

I've forgotten how bad these storylines are.

- Yeah, it's just a paycheck.

A small, minuscule one but a paycheck nonetheless.

Well, I have an early call time so night night.

- Night.

(gentle music)

(funky music) (siren wailing)

Of course, we were arrested that night.

Everyone was,

they were waiting for us when we left the park.

Being arrested together was somehow

more intimate than the sex we never had.

Too intimate.

It's like when I was a kid and learned how to jerk off.

I would do it and then swear I'd never do it again.

But,

guilty!

Here I am.

I tell myself I'm being defiant.

The cops can't get the best of me.

I'm back and then they will be back

and I'll escape this time

or get arrested again

and I'll say I'm never coming back again

and again,

and again,

and again,

and again,

and again,

and again.

(insects thrumming) (uneasy music)

(soft music) (man moaning)

- Oh yeah.

Fuck yeah.

- Just look at me. - Yeah?

- Yeah.

(soft music) (man moaning)

That's a good boy.

- Fuck yeah. - Who's a good boy?

Feel good? - Yeah.

Yeah.

- Fuck yeah.

(man moaning)

Oh fuck.

(soft music) (man moaning)

Fuck.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

Fuck.

Yeah, fuck yeah.

(man moaning)

- [Rick] He looked through me to the back of my skull,

ricocheting like a pinball through my brain

and out my eyes back at him,

penetration deeper than any of the faceless men fucking him.

I was approaching that kind of

out of body experience I had as a child when

I panicked.

As much as I wanna return to that state,

I'm terrified of it.

Like almost falling, catching yourself.

(soft electronic music)

- [Tony] Don't stop.

- Oh fuck.

- I love you.

- I'm gonna fucking cum.

- Yeah?

- Oh fuck yeah.

Oh fuck. - Oh yeah.

- Oh my God.

Oh fuck.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

Fuck.

Oh.

Fuck. - Thanks.

That was hot.

- Oh fuck.

Love is such an easy thing.

Easy to give,

hard to take.

Most people pass it by without recognizing it.

It just doesn't fit their idea of what love should be.

Some people don't even expect love.

I think they're about the saddest people ever.

They look for something special,

elusive,

forever.

But it can be just a fleeting moment,

a pain that stays tight in your heart.

Even if the someone is

something crumpled up and

tossed away.

When I cum, I'm done.

A photo in my brain to file away for use later

or to forget about forever.

(crickets chirping) (birds singing)

(uneasy music)

Hey.

(uneasy music)

- Where is my chinchilla?

(laughs)

Who are you?

(Rick speaking Spanish)

- I'm your son Rick.

(laughs)

- You cannot be my son.

I don't have a son.

Do I look old enough to be your mother?

(both speaking Spanish)

- Daddy?

- Which one?

(Rick speaking Spanish)

Or your father, hmm?

Both are no longer with us anyway.

- Hmm?

I don't like this game.

- Neither do I.

(soft electronic music)

- Rick, I need you now.

(soft electronic music)

Give me the 35.

(shutter clicking)

What is this?

Blood?

Menses?

Jesus Christ.

- I wasn't photographing the crucifixion, relax.

- Well, what the hell blood rituals were you shooting?

If you're gonna borrow my equipment,

you should at least keep it clean.

That shit can get on me.

Then I'll have to get baptized

or something else equally ridiculous.

Vampire rights.

- I'm sorry.

Okay, I will.

- This is what I got for nepotism.

- Nepotism?

- Yeah, duh.

Hiring a college friend. - What?

- You heard me?

- We were never friends in college.

If anything you stalked me.

- Stalking is a form of friendship.

Actually, and I haven't thought about this in a long time,

but I had always wanted to be more than friends.

But you were never really into my lady parts.

- All right, can we keep this professional please?

- Rick, darling, I already pay you for your services.

- Okay, you need anything else other than the 35?

- Yeah, the paper.

And while you're at it,

can you get me some more coffee

and hold the blood please. - Gotcha.

- Le sigh.

(exhaling)

Can I tell you something?

You are so fucking talented.

You're the best model I've ever had.

I'm serious.

You're fucking beautiful.

You're sexy.

Yeah, don't, don't move.

Don't, don't, don't.

There, yes.

Yes.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Keep it there.

Keep it there.

Look, look over here.

Yeah, baby!

The things I do to keep living.

Rick, don't forget we have that

fucking gala party thingy tonight.

You promised you'd be my plus one.

Rick?

Don't leave me alone.

Or I'll tell everyone.

I mean everyone about our college days.

Oh yeah.

- Nightlife is the right life.

(electronic music)

- This is the kind of expensive white nonsense

that will end this town.

Dress code, think outside the box

while you burn the box down for luxury condo renovations.

- And we are here why?

- Oh, darling.

I'm the one here.

You, however, are my emotional support team.

And I am here

to placate the fashion editors

who keep me

richly rewarded

and you in cool ranch Doritos and speed.

- Bonita, nobody does speed anymore.

It's the 90s.

- Exactly.

Oh look,

that scurvy riddled, nematode in the corner

pretending to be glue,

I have to make sure she knows I am alive.

Run around,

scurry about,

get a feel of the room.

Talk me up.

Amuse yourself.

But be warned.

My last assistant fell in love

and left me at a party like this.

- Your last assistant ended up at the end of some sheik.

- Isn't that your dream?

Isn't that everyone's dream?

Anyway, shoo.

I have to work over this room

full of old soap and Brillo pads.

(electronic music continues)

Hey there hot stuff.

(electronic music continues)

Oh.

Was that totally necessary?

Touching my ass.

I liked it though.

I know, I know.

It's all so cynical.

Cocteau was never cynical.

It makes me want to photograph pretty little flowers.

But whatever.

The world may still be spinning,

but no one's home.

- I need to divorce.

My husband is an obstacle in my life.

I feel sorry for my child but

I can't go on with this life.

I need to divorce.

- You aren't listening

to a damn word I am saying.

- No.

Who the hell are you?

- I did your June cover.

It was a bloody 17 year old

coming out of a wrecked car

in a prom dress.

- I have no idea.

- What?

- I have to go now.

But I must tell you this,

everything in life, in order to be relevant,

it needs an intellectual approach.

Otherwise, it is

useless.

Forgettable.

Goodnight.

- Bitch.

- [Fashion Editor] I heard that.

(electronic music continues)

(insects thrumming)

(uneasy music)

(shutters clicking)

(uneasy music continues)

- Hey, hey, hey.

(speaking Spanish)

(uneasy music continues)

- What do you think you're doing?

- Nothing.

- Are you a cop or something?

- No.

- Then why are you taking pictures?

- I'm a photographer.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Getting blackmail material?

- No, no, man, I'm just a photographer.

- Oh, you shouldn't be taking pictures here.

Things happen to people out here in the big world.

Open it.

Get it out, give me the film.

- Look, I'm not,

I'm not,

I'm not blackmail anyone.

I'm just, I'm just taking pictures for myself.

I, I don't even,

I don't even get the faces.

- I said, give me the film, you fucking pervert peeping Tom.

You have any more filming in there?

- No, that's it.

- Hand it over.

And what do we have here?

- Please don't.

- Keeping tabs on everyone?

- No.

- So you are some kind of

pervert private investigator.

- No, that's just my.

- You're what?

Oh, God.

Don't tell me you're writing a novel.

- [Rick] No.

- Is there anything in here about me?

- [Rick] There's nothing.

- Nothing, really?

- [Rick] No, please don't.

Please.

- Worthless dribble.

Anything else?

- No.

Please give it back, man.

That's not mine.

I could lose my job.

- So you are working for someone?

- No, no.

Yes, sorry.

I work at a,

at a photo studio

and I borrow that camera all the time.

- So you're a perv and a thief.

All right.

But if I ever see you taking pictures here again,

then you'll have a real problem.

- I won't, I promise.

- You interrupted me.

- I'm sorry.

- Why don't you

invite me back to your place?

- What?

- Invite me back to your place.

- Why do you wanna go back to my place?

Do you want to go back to my place?

- Not tonight.

Maybe some other time.

Thanks.

You taste good.

Sweet.

Undo your pants.

- What?

- I said undo your overpriced pansy pants.

Drop them.

Look at that.

You're rock hard.

All this

rough, dangerous stuff really gets you off, doesn't it?

Look at me.

This

is your femoral artery.

It's not as popular as the ones

in the neck or the wrists, but

it's just as effective.

If you move even slightly,

I'll sever it.

You'll bleed out in just a few breaths.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Got it?

(heart beating)

Take a big hit.

- Hey!

Get away from him.

(uneasy music)

Oh, you're alive.

- I think so.

Almost.

At least not undead.

Oh.

- Well, you're welcome.

- Oh.

Thanks.

That was way too strange.

- Stay away from that guy.

I don't know what he puts in those papas,

but he is bad news.

I mean, call me traditional,

but I like to be conscious when I'm entertaining.

- [Rick] Yeah, same.

- Hey, you wanna go get a coffee or something?

- No,

thanks, I gotta get home.

I feel like I've been dragged behind a car for miles.

Oh shit.

- Okay.

But you owe me one.

- Yeah.

Thanks again.

- [Hale] Hmm.

(strange music)

- Shh.

You don't wanna wake up mom.

She's never any fun.

(strange music continues)

- Look, I really don't want to get into specifics right now.

He's just not working out.

So we'd appreciate if you could just send someone else over.

Yes, I realize that this is the fourth nurse

that we've been through.

Well,

I think that's more of a reflection

of the quality of your service than us, right?

No, no, thank you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye.

(soft music)

You've been here long?

- I'm always here.

- No, I mean, what time did you get here this morning?

- Well,

about six o'clock.

Dawn.

Why do you ask?

- I'm sorry, I don't,

I don't wanna bother you.

- It's no bother, really.

- Well

did you see

anything unusual?

- Unusual?

There's always something unusual here.

You're gonna have to be a lot more specific.

- Yeah, I can imagine.

- What are you doing here now?

I never see you here this early.

- I saw something.

I think I saw something

horrible here last night and

I was just wondering if maybe the cops

or anyone had come by.

- What did you see?

- Well,

I thought I saw a body.

- A body?

A naked body?

Like a nude,

unclothed body?

- No.

I mean like a dead body.

But they're not there now.

And if you say you didn't see any cops or anything then

I must have just imagined it or

I don't know, maybe he was just asleep

or something, or I just,

I might have just imagined the whole thing maybe.

- Well, it wouldn't be the first time

a body was found and lost here.

The Carnival of Souls.

- Yeah.

- Would you like a sandwich?

Deviled ham.

My wife made it for me.

She makes it for me every Wednesday.

And I loath deviled ham.

- Yeah.

No thanks.

Yeah, me too, I'm not a fan of deviled ham either.

- I'm not surprised.

I mean, does anyone like deviled ham?

Except my wife, obviously.

- Yeah.

Time warp.

- She thinks I'm at work,

but I was fired weeks ago,

so I come here every day

and I read until five o'clock.

- Why here?

- Why not here?

I love it here.

And if you paid attention,

I've been reading the same book for weeks.

- Oh.

Huh.

- Oh, that's my nine o'clock.

He's early.

You gonna be here for long?

- No, I actually have to get going to work.

- Would you mind watching my stuff?

- Oh. - I'll be quick.

- Sure.

Yeah.

Hold by calls. - Yeah.

(insects thrumming)

(gentle music)

- Hey.

(gentle music continues)

Fuck.

(gentle music continues)

- Told you I'd be quick.

- Yeah.

Well, I gotta get going.

(gentle music continues)

- I'm very good at what I do.

Keep that on file.

(gentle music continues)

- [Rick] I told myself I would never go back.

Never.

I said it so many times over and over

that it began to sound like the waves

beating rocks on the shore

or the wind whipping trees into a frenzy.

I'm a bit frenzied.

(uneasy music)

- Rick.

I need a toasted bagel,

smothered when two scrambled eggs

and melted cheddar immediately.

And do not go to that dried scab of a deli on the corner.

Go to the bagel place on 8th Street.

- Okay, okay.

Look, any chance you lose

the blood references anytime soon?

- As you well know my love,

too much blood can leave a stain.

I am tenacious.

And I remember the poetry you published freshman year.

- That's low.

- Low.

And really goth.

(Wren laughs)

You're such a good poet.

(Wren laughing)

Such a good poet.

Oh fuck, fuck.

- [Rick] I couldn't go back to the park

and I couldn't sleep.

So I tried going to the porno theaters.

I could feel the mold taking hold.

If I stayed too long in a place like that,

I'd start to melt into the seat.

I'd become as flat as a stain.

They're infested with midnight cowboy wannabes,

hustlers, and junkies.

People converting sex

into whatever fix they need at the moment.

Parasites.

Rats!

The video booths were worse,

nasty, jaded employees

and extremely unsubtle pick pockets.

The air was full of my "never gonna come here again" mantra.

The industrial strength air freshener

somehow made the old filthy souvenirs of piss, cum

and sweat smell worse.

When I was younger,

I would go to the Port Authority bus terminal

and cruise the restroom.

I could feel my heart and my mouth

bouncing around inside my throat and

pinging between my ears.

I would sit in the stall

and get out my spiral bound notebook

and write down all the details of my encounters.

There was constant police harassment.

I'm too old to pass for innocent anymore.

Bars killed the time

but were also a waste of time.

So much blah, blah, blah.

Everyone is waiting for someone better to come along

and they never do.

And finally,

there is that desperate mad dash

to hook up with someone,

anyone before the lights come up.

Like a search light that reveals a wall

or a reef too late.

Crash.

♪ The lights come up ♪

♪ Not pretty to see ♪

♪ The lucky ones have all gone home ♪

♪ Take it from me ♪

♪ I know the floor is looking good ♪

♪ So comfy and cozy ♪

♪ No rosy future for you ♪

♪ Sorry my dear ♪

♪ Well this was fun ♪

♪ We had some laughs ♪

♪ But oh my darling boy ♪

♪ You can't stay here ♪

♪ Well this was fun ♪

♪ We had some laughs ♪

♪ Grab your coats and hats ♪

♪ Scurry like rats ♪

♪ The night is full of tricks disappearing like that ♪

♪ Find the door my dear ♪

♪ You can't stay here ♪

(strange music)

(soft music)

- Hey, don't go with him.

- Come on now, honey.

You had your chance.

(soft music continues)

(siren wailing)

(soft music continues)

- Of course I return.

Never is never a really long time.

I always get sucked back in.

All is forgotten,

forgiven,

forsaken,

forlorn,

for loins.

Brain shuts down and the body takes over.

Fuck it.

Even resisting myself can be a turn on.

Prolongs the inevitable to a truly worthwhile vintage.

(soft music continues)

(men speaking Spanish)

- All right.

Waiting for the raccoons.

(soft music continues)

- Nice outfit.

Couldn't keep away?

- Nope.

- I haven't seen your sexy as fuck friend

around anywhere yet.

- I know.

- What do you mean you know?

- You know he is not my friend.

- I know.

I know he's not your friend.

Too bad he's sexy as hell.

Sexier they are, the crazier they become.

It's like a law or something.

- Hey, changing the subject.

Can I photograph you?

- What?

- Just the lights really look good here right now.

- The light?

Oh, babe, you flattery needs work.

- All right, you look really good right now too.

- Yeah.

- Oh yeah?

- All right, what the hell?

Just that little camera out

and let me see what you can do.

Yeah. - No, just,

just do what you were doing before.

Just, you know, just act natural.

- Natural?

I don't do natural.

Who the fuck even though a natural is anymore?

- You know what I mean.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's good right there.

That works for me.

- What are you some famous photographer or something,

or just a porn hobbyist?

- Neither.

Not yet at least.

- You do know what you're doing?

There's film in that camera, right?

- Yeah, I know what I'm doing.

- You sure you don't want me to get naked?

I do my best work without clothes.

- No, just stay like that.

That's good.

- Come on. - I know, I know.

Act natural. - Yeah.

- Okay, okay, that's enough.

You're gonna scare him away.

Sure you don't wanna have a go?

- Maybe later.

- You know where to find me.

(crickets chirping)

(thumping music)

(strange music)

- [Rick] Hello?

Mommy.

- Who's there?

(speaking Spanish)

- It's your son.

- You cannot be my son.

That's my son.

(strange music)

- It's okay, mom.

He's a friend of mine.

- No, mommy.

He's not your son.

- No, he's my friend.

My best friend

or my only friend.

- I don't like him, Ricky.

He's homo,

a fruit.

That's what your father used to call him.

A rotten fruit.

He's a bad influence.

- Mommy, stop it.

- I'm not your mother, fruitcake.

What's wrong with him, Rick?

You need new friends.

Maybe a girlfriend.

(speaking Spanish)

- His name was David.

And I stopped being his friend because of you and papi.

And I wasn't there to protect him.

- He killed himself because of you.

- No, no, no.

You don't get to talk for him about him.

- You are weak.

Be a man.

Men are strong, sissy.

- Yeah, like who?

(both speaking Spanish)

- Like that?

- [Angela] No.

- He left you,

left us both when things got tough.

- Because of you.

- [Rick] It's not true, it's not true, no, no.

Who am I now, huh?

- [Angela] I won't say.

- David? - Huh?

- Or your son? - Huh?

- Who am I?

(Angela speaking Spanish)

- Don't upset her.

Calm down, mom.

He isn't staying.

I'll send him home.

- Good, send him home.

- It's best just to go along with her.

- You shut up.

Why are you here?

- The agency sent me.

I'm here to take care of her.

To help you out.

To take care of you.

- That's bullshit.

You stay away from her man.

- Now

take a deep breath

and you'll have a nice long sleep.

And tomorrow

we'll go to the beach

to have lots and lots of ice cream.

- Ah, yeah, I love ice cream.

Fudge ripple, si?

And can I have crushed peanuts?

- So many peanuts.

(both speaking Spanish)

- Mommy.

(uneasy music)

- Why don't you put her out of her and your misery?

I'm a nurse.

I'll make it painless.

- No, no, please don't do that.

- You can't do it, can you?

It's okay, I'll do it for you.

You've already had to fire how many nurses?

Three, four.

One for drinking,

one for stealing pills,

one for abuse.

Is it really any surprise that one of the replacements

would be a murderer?

You can blame it all on me

and I'll be gone like that.

They will never find me.

- I'll find you.

- Well you don't have to.

We are together.

Forever.

Never

gonna

give

you up,

like the song goes.

(tense music)

(gasping)

(uneasy music)

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Call 911.

Call 911.

(uneasy music continues)

- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?

- She's dead.

My mother's dead.

(uneasy music continues)

(uneasy music intensifies)

(strange music)

What the fuck?

(strange music continues)

Fuck.

(strange music continues)

Fuck.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Hold on.

I tend to get very sweaty at work,

so my wife always packs an extra clean t-shirt

in my briefcase.

Here, take it.

- Thank you.

(strange music continues)

- That's much better.

Let's see what day it is today.

Tuna salad.

Must be Friday.

I suppose you don't want it?

- No, definitely not.

Thank you.

- How about an apple?

- Sure.

Thanks.

- Take care of yourself.

- I'm trying to.

(insects chirping)

(strange music)

- Rick, I need you.

I need someone at least like you,

someone hired to be my assistant to assist.

- Coming.

Hey.

You know that I love you, right?

- Yes.

- No matter what happens.

I love you.

Okay.

Come here.

- You boys ready?

- I gotta go pee.

- Yeah, you gotta go pee.

There you go.

- Are you ready?

- No.

- I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

- She was,

wait, what did your father used to call her?

- The wretched old boot.

- Yeah, she was.

You're welcome to stay here

as long as you need to.

- Okay, thank you.

- Of course.

(somber music) (crickets chirping)

- It was a heart attack.

- I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

(somber music continues)

- [Hale] Do you wanna go back to my place?

- I need to get back.

Thank you.

- Anytime.

Call me.

- Okay.

I will.

(soft music)

Come and get me.

(tense music)

Just do it already.

Finish me off.

- No.

- Why not?

- You can't want it.

Sours the blood.

(gasping)

(Rick vomiting)

(Rick muttering)

- Ricky.

Ricky.

(breathing heavily)

Rick, I know you're in there.

I'm worried about you.

It's mom.

Let me take care of you.

Everything's gonna be all right.

- Go away.

You're not my mother.

My mother's dead.

- Well, that's not very nice.

- Just leave me alone.

- I found those magazines under your mattress.

Not a very good hiding place, is it?

I know what you're doing in there.

Masturbating to those disgusting men.

- Just shut up, just go away.

Just go.

- Let me in.

Open up!

- Fuck off.

You're dead now.

You can't hurt me anymore.

You can't hurt me anymore

- [Angela] That's what you think.

(strange music)

- [Rick] That rainy night

we stood together.

So close under the awning

of a store that I'd seen in you before--

- No, no, please, please, please.

Help, help!

(strange music continues)

(grunting)

(shutters clicking)

(keys jangling)

(strange music continues)

(soft music)

- Hey.

Is that all your stuff?

- Yeah, why?

- No, it's good, I don't have a lot of space.

Here.

Come in. - Thanks.

It's really nice. - Thank you.

- Oh.

What?

Oh.

(gentle music)

- This is filth.

What were you thinking?

Only joking.

I love them.

Let's do a show.

- Really?

- Yes.

So realistic.

Do I dare ask?

Are they real?

- No.

- It's all fake.

But you can't use my real name.

- Oh, and what is your nom-de-guerre?

- Blood.

- I love it.

Decadent.

Dangerous.

- And it leaves a stain.

- [Todd] Hmm.

- It's not my best angle.

Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

(soft electronic music)

- I love your work and

all of this.

I want to photograph you.

Call me.

I'm really, really, really important.

(soft electronic music continues)

- Hi.

- Take that ridiculous thing off.

- Oh.

Okay.

Oh shit, okay.

- [Hale] I'll see you at home?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Bye. - Bye.

(soft electronic music continues)

- Rick,

what are you doing here?

Do you know this Blood guy?

- Sort of.

- Really?

I think he watched "Eyes Laura Mars"

too much as a child.

(laughs)

You need to get him to come to the studio.

The work is completely derivative garbage,

but look at all these idiotic money fountains

spraying all over it.

- Yeah, okay, I'll try.

- Thanks hun.

Now get me some more

of this supposed wine,

I need to delete all this from my head.

I refuse

to be infected

by mediocrity.

Refuse.

Delete.

Delete.

Hey, where have you been?

This is my favorite.

This one.

I fucking love it.

It's just, I mean.

It's sexy, it's raw,

it's,

it's beautiful and it's emotional and it's raw.

And I don't even know what to say.

Because you work really moves me.

Your work really moves me.

So can I photograph you?

(water flowing)

(glass breaking)

- There's no Madonna in this whore.

- Hey, let's go to the park.

- You know where to find me.

(strange music)

- That rainy night,

we stood together

so close under the awning

of a store that I'd seen you in before.

Your eyes,

your face,

I can see it all play out

as if it was a moment ago,

so sad,

so proud.

I could feel you breathe

softly like a caress.

Black streets shine

within the midnight rain.

Lights flash across the way.

Falling stars in slow motion

blurring a kiss across us

out

of

focus.

(synth music)

♪ How do I build my brand ♪

♪ And how do I get more blood on my hands ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ Nobody knows what's real ♪

♪ You were my bestest friend freshman year ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ What does it mean ♪

♪ Assimilate ♪

♪ Spend your life in the wall ♪

♪ A simple ache stimulates what you want ♪

♪ A simulation of mom, not the real one ♪

♪ You've got it covered ♪

♪ Got it covered up ♪

♪ You've got money in the money bank ♪

♪ Blood in the blood bank ♪

♪ Gas in the gas tank ♪

♪ Where do your guns go ♪

♪ You got money in the money bank ♪

♪ Blood in the blood bank ♪

♪ Gas in the gas tank ♪

♪ Where do your guns go ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ I'm sorry sir you cannot smoke on this airplane ♪

♪ I'm sorry sir for all the acid in the rain ♪

♪ You got money in the money bank ♪

♪ Blood in the blood bank ♪

♪ Gas in the gas tank ♪

♪ Where do your guns go ♪

♪ You got money in the money bank ♪

♪ Blood in the blood bank ♪

♪ Gas in the gas tank ♪

♪ Where do your guns go ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪

♪ This is synthetic ♪