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[water splashing]

David?

[footsteps]

David?

[music playing]

[birds screeching]

Yeah, OK, no. Just set the fucking thing up.

OK, it's called doing your fucking job Sam.

I'm hanging up on you now.

Can I get you guys anything else?

No, we're good sweetheart.

Thank you very much.

- You're really quiet this morning. - [clears throat]

Thinking.

Yeah? What are you thinking about?

This dream I had last night.

This dream you had last night, it wouldn't happen to be about Kate, would it?

[moans]

- No. - Yeah.

Yeah, it was.

That's why you've been all contemplative this morning.

Dude, are we gonna go down that well again?

Kate's gone.

Kate, she left you.

She kicked me out.

Exactly. The point is this:

I'm through being that friend.

What friend?

That, that friend.

That, that friend that tells you it's gonna be OK.

That, that friend that listens to your sob stories

about how good things used to be.

That friend that pulls out his nipple every time he thinks you might be hungry.

Kate, shitty things happen Paul.

And it happened.

So let's move on.

You done?

That depends. Are you?

Like I said, it wasn't about Kate.

Alright.

Alright, I'll bite.

What was the dream about?

- What was the dream about? - Never mind.

You don't want to hear it, don't worry about it.

OK Paul, don't fucking be like that alright?

OK, I'm fucking sorry.

Just tell me what you dreamt about.

A clown.

[coughs]

A clown? That's creepy.

A dead clown.

[laughs]

OK, even freakier.

Jack and I are kids...

[sighs]

our parents took us to the circus.

There's this clown who would come out and entertain in between acts.

Not like a brightly colored clown or the rainbow wig attire.

This was a Hobo clown.

Sad faced, tattered jacket...

blanket at the end of a broom handle.

Yeah, sounds like a hoot man.

He was funny.

[laughter]

He would trip over things, walk into shit.

Anyways, for his finale...

he comes out with this jug of moonshine and this stick.

You know, like a Pussyroll on fire. Takes a swig of

the moonshine, holds the flame up to his mouth...

pulls out this huge fireball.

So he comes up to Jack and me right? And Jack is just like

loving it. Like I've never seen the kid so happy.

[laughter]

He takes this big swig, holds the thing up to his face,

[breathes fire]

but it comes back.

- What comes back? - The flame.

He didn't blow hard enough or there was a breeze

or something but the whole fucking thing comes back

and his head catches on fire.

- Fuck off! - I'm serious man.

He just goes up, his jacket, his face, his hair,

his nose is melting, everything.

We were so close we could smell the flesh burning. But you wanna hear the most fucked up part?

We laughed.

I mean look, his whole stick was hurting himself right?

So we thought it was all part of the act. The other Carns.

are coming out and they're trying to put him out with seltzer bottles.

It didn't fucking work, I mean he just, once he got going man,

he just...

he went up...

I think he died.

Anyway, he showed up in my dream last night.

And I...

It got me thinking, you know? Like...

Like if that was me, if I was that clown...

If I was burning to death and the last thing that I heard

on this earth was a bunch of kids laughing at me?

What would I do?

I don't know, what would you do?

I would wait.

I'd wait until those kids grew up.

And then I'd come back and I'd kill every single one of them.

What do you think?

What do I think?

Uh, I think you need help brother.

What are you thinking?

I think I'm gonna write it.

[soft music]

[keyboard ticking]

[voices]

[voice] You stopped, is everything OK?

Oh yeah.

[voice] You're not dying, are you?

Come see for yourself.

I am so proud of you baby.

[footsteps]

Fuck!

You left the front door open there.

You okay?

What time is it?

Um, it's almost noon.

[sighs]

Burning the midnight oil last night?

Yeah.

How's it going?

- Good. - Good.

It's going good.

I give you a place to stay and you treat it like a fucking pigsty.

I'm gonna send over Rose my cleaning lady, she does a kick ass job.

No it's fine, I'm good.

You're good?

Brother, I was watching COPS the other night and they raided

a fucking Crack house that was cleaner than this shithole.

Was that the episode your mom was in?

[chuckles]

That's good.

You like some coffee?

No. No, I can't stay long.

I have a cab waiting.

Where are you going?

Airport then LA.

Yeah, I have a meet and greet with some director, Warmabie.

That explains the haircut.

Cheesy sellout.

[laughs]

So, Punchy the clown?

Give me pitch on Punchy.

I don't really have a pitch worked out.

Ah, just give me something, give me a little pitch.

Uh... clown...

Dies, comes back from the dead, kills everybody.

How does he kill?

Suicide.

People are scared of clowns, right?

Why?

Clowns are colorful, they're supposed to make us laugh not frighten us.

Well...

maybe it's because when you laugh at the clown it's at their expense.

Maybe clowns deep down, don't like that so much.

Maybe they've been coming back from the dead, killing people

who laughed at their misery, since...

whenever...

By suicide?

By making it look like suicide.

Suggesting what, Paul?

That no one's ever killed themselves?

That it was always these pissed-off clowns?

Yeah.

Why?

Why doesn't he just like, slash them up?

Uh, it's been done before.

They want to see something. They're not gonna be satisfied with a killer who just runs

around and kills people. That's kind of stupid.

Kind of as they might say, Pedantic.

What the fuck is Pedantic?

It's a Writer word, not an Actor word.

Anyway, uhm...

it has to be something creative and creepy about how the clown

kills people and it's gotta be from something that people can relate to.

And everybody has considered suicide at least once.

So, how does your Punchy the clown

make it look like they offed themselves?

He sneaks up behind you...

then he smacks you unconscious with a bag of oranges.

Then he waits.

What is he waiting for?

For you to wake up.

He wants you to see yourself die.

He'll wait until you regain consciousness.

Then he shoves a bunch of pills down your throat.

Toss you off a bridge or whatever...

How does it end?

[basket sounds]

I haven't figured that one out yet.

How fast can you write this thing?

Um, first draft?

Maybe a month?

Maybe less?

Uh...

Where does your girlfriend hang these days?

Kitchen, why?

Hello sweetheart.

[page tears]

What's that?

The day of your meeting.

What meeting?

Called a producer friend of mine who wants to meet.

About what?

Your script.

The one I haven't written yet?

That's, that's 18 days from now.

Just make sure you write me as the lead.

I haven't written anything in two years.

You wrote last night.

Wrote worth a couple thoughts, it's not even an outline.

I was gonna ask ya,

what's up with the bag of oranges?

Oh, I read somewhere they don't cause bruises.

Is that true?

Uh...

Hey, I know this guy.

Yeah, it's Michael.

- Michael? - He threw my bachelor party?

Oh right, Michael.

I didn't recognize him without the blazer and the attitude.

Mug should read "Having one of those lives".

What'd he piss in your coffee or something?

[snaps shut]

Something like that.

[car horn]

Shit, I gotta get going.

Paul.

Thanks.

Alright, so I'll be back in a couple days.

- Keep writing. - I will, but...

- 18 days... - Paul...

Shut up.

[playful music]

[laughing]

One, two.

[police siren]

Yo, man.

Dude.

Can you buy some smokes?

Come on man, come on man, just buy the smokes.

Hey, hey.

Hey man, uhm, can you buy some smokes?

- Yeah, sure. - Thanks.

The fuck are you looking at?

Nothing.

- Hey, did you get them? - No.

Hey!

[strange noise]

[telephone rings]

- Hello? - Hey.

Good, you're still up.

How's it going?

Uh, good.

Good.

- You back? - Yeah, I just got in.

Listen, I can't really talk right now. I'm fucking tired.

But uh, do you want to grab some

- coffee tomorrow? - Uh...

Yeah, I should probably write.

I won't keep you long, besides you could probably use the break.

- OK. - Alright, cool.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Alright.

[water running]

[breathing]

You flying solo today?

Excuse me?

Your friend, he's not coming?

Oh no, he's coming, he's just late.

As always.

Oh.

Yeah.

- I'm Casey, by the way. - Paul.

I wanted to introduce myself,

since you come here all the time.

Well thank you, I appreciate that.

So what do you do?

Um, well, uh...

What do you think I do?

Well you're not wearing a suit.

And I don't see a tool belt.

So you're either an artist or...

you're unemployed.

[laughs] Well both, actually.

- Really? - Yeah, I'm a writer.

Oh, like books and stuff?

No, uh, screenplays.

Really? That's awesome.

- I'm a writer too. - Really?

Yeah. Well, music.

Oh, OK, wow.

Oh, actually my band is playing this Friday. You should come check us out.

Drew this out.

Wow, I'm with you.

- Yeah. - Yeah wow, that sounds good.

So that's how you know David Hawkin, through your screenwriting?

Yeah.

Yeah, I wrote "Screaming Against the Wind".

No way! I love that film.

You wrote that?

- Yeah. - You're a genius!

Oh, I don't know about that.

The dialogue is so good, and the script, it's just so much better than that other crap

- that comes out. - Thank you, thank you.

You left my brother to rot and now I'm sending you to hell!

[gunshots]

[laughs]

I can't believe this, this is amazing.

Hey, do you think I could uh...

get an autograph?

- Sure, yeah. - Yeah!

Uhm...

So...

Yeah, yeah, I wrote uh, "Scream, Screaming Against the Wind".

Oh, that's awesome.

Is he single?

David?

Yeah, I don't like beating around the bush. I, is he?

You know he's gay, right?

He doesn't act gay.

Yeah, I know, but uh...

Oh, so you two are--

No, no, no, no. I'm straight, he's not.

- But you know. - Right.

Don't uh, say anything cause you know, the whole... image thing.

Oh right, right.

Coffee?

- Yeah I'd love that. - OK.

So?

How's LA?

Palm trees and Pelicans my friend.

And your meeting, how'd that go?

Ah, offed it in the ballpark.

- Really? - Yeah.

And, I had a conference call with Chris.

- It went very well. - Chris?

Yeah uh, the producer.

The guy you're meeting?

You have two weeks?

Yeah anyways, dude.

Dude, it's gonna be awesome.

I pitched them the idea of Punchy. He is fucking psyched.

Yeah look, about that, I...

I, I just, I'm, it's...

I don't think it's gonna work.

Here you go.

What do you mean, it's not gonna work?

It's just, it's not...

I've been coming at it from from all kinds of different angles.

No matter what I do, it just, it just...

kinda runs out of gas.

Runs out of gas?

Though that whole fucking clown thing, I mean it's scary as shit, right?

Yeah, yeah, I mean...

it's a creepy idea. I mean...

That's all there is, really.

You know, it's just...

it's not there.

Ahh.

You know when I was in school...

I'd have to write these big ass term papers.

You know, they'd give me all semester to do it

but knowing me I'd leave it to the last couple of days.

Now, what I ended up doing is I'd just lock myself in my room until it was done.

What, so you think...

I should just lock myself in that...

half-finished display model.

And magically the script is

- just gonna- - No, OK.

I'm saying find a fucking way to get this thing done.

- Why? - Because I fucking said so,

that's why. I've been out of my way to set this thing up for you.

You made a fucking phone call, David.

You fucking owe me.

Just write the goddamn script.

Paul?

In here!

What are you doing?

Thinking about what was said yesterday.

Yeah, about that, uhm.

I'm gonna write it.

- Yeah? - Yep.

Very cool.

You can help me bring some of these boxes in if you want?

Or not.

What is all this stuff?

You're gonna lock me in.

[chuckles]

I'm not gonna lock you in.

Why, it's your idea?

OK, "locking yourself in".

That's just an expression,

OK? You don't literally lock yourself in.

Then what is to prevent me from leaving?

Oh I don't know, self fucking control?

Can you not just stay in because you will it?

Maybe.

But it'd be a hell of a lot easier

if I don't have a choice.

And take my stereo and all that shit too.

Gotta make sure I clear myself of any and all distractions.

OK Paul, I got some potential buyers coming in next week.

What am I supposed to tell them?

I don't give a fuck what you tell them. You gave me a date, give them one.

Nobody gets in here till the 11th.

What if there's a fire or something?

I'll jump.

You'll jump? OK and I'll be waiting downstairs with a spatula.

No.

Paul, no.

You trapped in here like a fucking animal? No.

I could be bounded in a nutshell

and find myself a King in infinite space.

You are not gonna have bad dreams.

I need to write this script.

Alright? Even if it kills me.

I'll see you when it's done?

[securing locks]

Hi there.

How are you?

Good, good actually.

I'm uh, I'm writing a movie.

Yeah, yeah.

Interior circus, 10th day.

Ryder family fights their way through the crowded bleachers

while scouting for a place to sit in this one ring big top.

Jack, seven, bright eyes, finds...

[beep]

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Sam! Give me good news brother.

They went with someone else for the war movie.

Who?

Some kid from Ohio.

They did offer you a smaller part though, the mess cook.

I told them I'd talk to you first.

You should take this, David.

You still there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm still here.

Look, I know it's not a lot of money but he's a young director, he's on his way up.

Fuck, it's a four day shoot maximum David. What do you think?

What do, what do I think?

I think you should call those piece of shit and tell them

to take that hub and shove it up their fucking asses,

that's what I think.

OK calm down, David.

No Sam, you fucking calm down.

You, you know what?

You're fucking fired!

No David, you are.

Fucking piece of shit!

What are you afraid of Paul?

Who you running from?

Hello Kate.

It's been a while.

[music]

No way!

Close the fucking book man!

Here we go. Come on, come on!

What? Which one?

This one.

Nice wrapping job.

What did you do?

What did Santa bring you?

Jesus Paul. I can't believe you didn't consult me about this!

Paul, I can't deal with this right now.

Busted? Don't worry about her, she'll love you, she just needs her coffee first.

To think people actually asked me what I saw in you...

My brother goes to Florida, take number two.

So where you going?

Get it off me please.

Tell me where you're going.

Florida, OK? Can you get it off?

Why you going to Florida?

AA Baseball.

For viewers that may not know, recovering alcoholics now have

their own baseball league.

Double A, not AA, loser!

- Take it off! - Not till you tell me that you love me.

Fuck off.

You swore, I'm telling mom.

[car horn]

- That you? - Yep.

- Alright. - OK.

- I love you man. - I love you too.

Did you just grab my ass?

No.

Fuck you, you had your chance.

What?

Want some?

Don't fucking sit there and judge me, OK?

I'm on it, I'm working,

I'm, I'm stuck.

I'm, I'm working, I'm stuck.

OK? It happens sometimes and when it happens, you gotta grease the wheels a little bit.

And by the way, I don't owe you shit. OK?

I wrote that fucking movie.

I put everything I fucking had in it!

Where would you fucking be without that movie?

It made you a fucking star!

Which means that you owe me.

Though I'm still writing you as the lead.

Fucking genius!

Hello everybody...

and welcome to my movie.

Now, some of you are no doubt wondering...

how you've made it? How...

did I deserve the honor...

of being included...

in Paul Twist's latest masterpiece? Well, I'll tell ya.

Kate, your performance in our marriage...

was absolutely fucking devastating.

Alright? You, you killed it.

You really killed it.

Rusty, your work in high school deserved some kind of award.

And Michael, I gotta say the "about" face you managed to pull off in our friendship?

Whoa! November, I'm casting you in a hunch but sweetheart...

I have a feeling you're gonna do just fine.

There's David. He will be...

likable yet strong. Appealing to women, tough. Bla, bla, bla.

And he's gotta test well socially. Not too much

I can do there. Have all of you met Punchy?

There he is.

You all will be working with him very, very closely.

Yes, November?

I'm, I'm, I'm sorry. Could you repeat that? Kate and Michael were talking!

Do I have to separate you two?

Well can you please show some respect for your fellow actors.

Yes, November? You were asking me?

Very good question, you are a natural at this. Already I can tell you're gonna be just great.

November, you will be playing the Fantasy girl.

Requires you to be, A: very beautiful, which you are.

And B: it requires you to be...

uh, somewhat, naked.

It's not that I want to see you naked necessarily

or that you'll make the movie sell better...

although let's face it. Both of those are true.

I really think that you need to be naked, in order to sell the vulnerability.

It will all be shot very tastefully.

I assure you. Michael, Michael, Michael.

Michael you will be playing the pompous asshole who everybody hates.

The one who considers himself very, very intelligent

but when shit really hits the fan, makes incredibly stupid decisions.

What's the matter, you don't look happy?

You don't like your role?

Too derivative?

Too cliché-ridden?

Too fucking bad.

Rusty! Rusty you will be the malevolent little prick

who thinks that his actions don't have consequences.

It's a role you established

yourself playing quite, quite well in high school.

In fact Rusty, you played it so well.

I'm counting on you to elicit the biggest cheer from the audience...

when you die.

Warning everyone.

Alright? Now you do not want to get involved

with this one. She looks sweet, she acts sweet too most of the time, some of the time.

But rest assured, this is a Black Widow.

Right here, she will tell you she loves you, she will promise

to support you, she will promise to be there for you,

she will actually get you to believe it. To the point

where you expose a little bit of vulnerability. The second you do that--

[screams]

Well. Uhm.

[TV playing]

Why are you going to Florida?

Double A Baseball.

For viewers that may not know recovering alcoholics now have

their own baseball league.

Double A, not AA, loser!

- Take it off! - Not until you tell me that you love me.

Fuck off!

You swore, I'm telling mom!

[car horn]

Is that you?

Yep. OK.

- I love you man. - I love you too.

Did you grab my ass?

Are you sure about this, Paul?

[radio tuning]

David?

[glass shatters]

Hit away from the building!

Fuckers.

I'm keeping this!

Still wish we had kids, Kate?

See what we're missing out on?

No!

No, I wasn't ready and you know what the difference is?

I could admit that. Unlike you who couldn't, had to blame me!

I'm looking for something to cover up the window.

This'll work.

I don't give a fuck, how it'll look.

What would be stupid, Kate would be sitting in front of

an open window, freezing my ass off.

You don't have to look at it!

It's not your house, God!

You're right, that does look pretty stupid.

Seventeen pages.

Good work everybody, good work.

Shall we?

Fuck!

David, it's Paul. Call me as soon as you get this.

[phone rings]

- David, thank God. - What do you mean I'm gay?

- What? - You told Casey I was a fag!

Alright, I'm sorry about that. David, you gotta come over here.

OK. Calm down, calm down.

- What's going on? - I'm losing my fucking mind is what's going on.

[laughs]

Dude, you're just going a little stir crazy, that's all.

What? What do you mean?

David.

Look, I've written 17 pages, OK?

And they're good, they're really good pages.

Dude, OK. 17 pages? That's not even a fucking short film!

Then come over and open my fucking door, OK?

OK, it was your idea to lock yourself in, not mine.

I'll fucking jump, I swear to God I'll jump.

Fine, fucking jump!

You know who's gonna be there to catch you Paul? No one.

I mean, you bail out on this and it's over. I mean, how many

second shots do you think we get, huh?

OK.

Just write the fucking thing.

And when it's done, you call me.

But in the meantime, you fucking suck it up.

I hate you.

You know what, I hate you. I fucking hate you.

I fucking hate you!

Hey, I can live with that.

I'm hanging up now and stop telling people I'm gay.

You and your boyfriend have a fight?

Close the fucking door, asswipe!

Yeah, it's fresh.

I just made it.

Why are we here, Paul?

Come on, you know why?

So, I, I... noticed you're uh...

writing a horror movie.

- I think that's just fantastic. - No one asked you.

It speaks.

Well I hope for your sake it's a lot better than that other piece of shit you wrote.

- Piece of shit? - Yeah.

That piece of shit got made Michael.

It got made, it got theatrical distribution. The script you

- said was cliché-ridden and-- - Derivative.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I would've loved to have seen the look on your face when you saw those billboards go up.

You and your pathetic pretensions.

Traveling a little heavy there Paul.

Fuck you.

Hey buddy, you might want to make a phone call.

Get some help.

I'm not touching you.

I'm not touching you!

- I'm not touching you! - Stop!

- Just quit it, alright? - Relax.

Relax, eyy?

You're not gonna cry, are you Paulo?

Hey, you can talk to me.

I'm here for you.

Watch us bleed!

Oh, you wanna go?

Tough guy?

Hey, over here!

We want blood!

- I'm not touching you. - Stop.

Did I touch you?

Just fucking quit it, alright?

Don't fucking push me.

You're fucking pathetic.

That was awesome.

Can you pass me a smoke?

What the fuck was that?

[car horn]

- Is that you? - Yep.

Alright. Come here.

- I love you man. - I love you too.

Did you just grab my ass?

I'm losing my mind.

I know you are. What am I?

I don't know what you are.

Do you know how it ends?

That hasn't come to me yet.

It will.

[people cheering]

Rusty! Turn it off!

- Hello! - Now!

- How do you do? - Fuck you!

Fuck!

[singing]

I feel your hunger crying.

We want love.

So let us entertain you.

Watch us bleed.

Remember our senior prom Rusty?

Cause I do.

I had a crush on Grace Bultzer since the seventh grade.

Five years I pined after that girl.

Senior year I said, you know what? Fuck it.

And I was gonna ask her to go to the prom with me.

You know what she said?

She said yes.

I knew that night, was gonna change my life.

I wasn't gonna be awkward anymore.

I wasn't gonna feel like I didn't fit in.

That night I was gonna come into my own.

But then what'd you do Rusty?

You remember?

You ran onto the dance floor during the slow song with a bag of your dog shit.

And you rubbed it in my hair.

And on my face and on my new suit.

Everybody laughed.

I mean it's funny, isn't it?

The whole dog shit in the face thing, classic. I mean, you thought it was funny, right?

Fucking loser.

Well I didn't.

Don't do this, man.

I'm sorry, OK? I'm fucking sorry, alright?

Well thank you Rusty, that means a lot.

But I'm still gonna kill you.

Please. Please don't!

Please don't!

Please, please don't fucking kill me!

[claps]

Nice riding, Tex.

A clown? Wow, a clown in a horror movie.

That hasn't been done before. Oh wait, you know what?

It has. To death.

It's funny.

Laugh it up.

Your time is coming.

You're gonna kill us, aren't you?

It's just a screenplay.

There's no truth to it.

You just killed the guy who made your life a living hell in high school.

You write what you know?

Isn't what you know, true?

Jesus, Paul.

Are you ever gonna grow a backbone?

Don't start.

Why are you doing this?

- What? - This.

Why are you doing this Paul?

I'm a writer, Kate. This is what I do, OK? I know you think

it's some, little indulgence or some hobby or something.

But it's what I do and what I need to do, so please.

Typical you. So answer me this.

Are you writing this script to make your life better?

Or are you writing it out of revenge?

Both.

See, the funny thing about killing two birds with one stone, Paul.

Is in the end, all you have are

- two dead birds. - Wow.

Kate, that was deep.

I think I will

I will take that to heart.

Especially since it came from you. Whom we both know is an expert at killing animals.

- It was an accident. - Mhm.

You blame me for everything.

For your dog, your brother, your pathetic life.

Fuck you.

If you know anything about writing a horror movie,

you can't kill all of us.

You need someone in the end to save the day.

- Really? - Yeah.

So do you know who it's gonna be?

You're so transparent it's just...

- Sad. - Sad.

Greg didn't think it was sad.

You can end this, you know?

But what if I can't?

Either way.

It shall be done.

What? Jack, what do you mean? Either--

You do realize that we're all just figments of your imagination?

That the real Michael is out there living his life.

He has no idea you're writing this thing and he probably never will.

Until he sees it.

Come on Paul, you and I both know this thing will never see the light of day.

Haven't changed a bit, have you?

How could I?

I'm just a memory.

I know why I'm here.

It's because I said your last script was shit.

There you go again, overestimating the power

of your opinion. No, Michael, you're here because you

were supposed to be my best friend.

To encourage me, support me, celebrate with me when I had success.

No.

No, not you.

Too fucking busy.

Fucking jealous.

Too fucking honest.

It was shit. That's why I'm here.

I don't think you know what honesty is anymore Paul.

I can understand why you want to get rid of Kate.

She wasn't there for you, she broke your trust.

As for your little calendar girl

well, she's just like all the others. She's so fucking pretty

but she has no use for you.

Then they make you feel pathetic.

Stop.

But where's Jack, Paul?

Where's Jack? Out of anyone, he fucked you best!

Don't you fucking talk about Jack!

You couldn't write a thing after Jack jumped out of that hotel window, so why isn't

- he here? - That's enough!

Why isn't he here? Why isn't he here?

You were always jealous of him.

Why isn't he here? You were always jealous of him!

- That's not true! - Why isn't he here?

Is it because he's your baby brother?

Or is it because you can't kill

- yourself twice? - That's it!

- Is that the reason? - We're fucking finished.

Yeah? What, you gonna write me out now Paul?

Cause I'm just getting started!

None of this is gonna make a difference, you know?

Nice fucking clown!

Oh, Paul

What did you do?

Nothing happens here without you Paul.

It's all you.

No, no, no, I didn't want this!

You have to take responsibility for your life!

- I-- - This is your story.

- Your ending, your choices-- - No, no. I didn't fucking choose this!

I didn't!

You, you could have prevented this if you had...

Things got fucked up.

That's life, Paul.

You must hate me.

I never hated you, Paul

It's you that hates you.

Hey.

What?

I miss you.

Miss.

I fucking miss you.

I'm gonna call you.

For real, when I get out of here. I'm gonna...

I'm gonna call you, and then.

And then.

I'm so sorry, Paul.

No!

Hey, hey.

As much as I'd like to do this all night, I gotta go spring my buddy out of jail.

OK?

Paul?

I'm coming in.

Hello?

Buddy?

Hear this?

It's freedom!

Still sleeping?

I knew you could do it.

Hey, wake up!

Paul?

Paul?

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