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La, la, la, la, la, la.

But was there ever a dog that praised his fleas?

Here's to a generation lost in the aftermath, tossed in the gen of an opium

chemistry.

Here's to a generation whose time's done, down the barrel of a gun.

Here's to a tree.

The creature's the word, for the master is to mark his pursuit.

Here's to the hope that life should be fun.

Down the barrel of a gun.

Down the barrel of a gun.

For they would all rather take a foot than a conference.

Hooray!

Mind? You look almost surprised to see me alive.

Yeah, well, I've been busy at the hospital.

Guess it's been a few months.

You know, it's interesting to me.

It's your fault.

At 42 feet, I was at a party, drinking my ass off as usual.

I was on a balcony. The balcony gave way. I fell.

God, I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Yeah, well, I freaked.

You live with Buzz, right?

Maybe a little off. Does that bother you?

You eating all my lunch?

No, that Buzz is a freak.

No, he doesn't. That's what they... Do you think that jellyfish is packed

because there's no peanut butter fish?

Nobody likes Buzz.

It just comes with the furniture.

Yeah, I hate him.

It's preferable to hate others than hate yourself.

Is that something else you learned on your way down?

I want to do some crimes.

I was born lost and

take no pleasure being found.

So you're saying your dog got stolen?

He's never run off on me before.

He got me out every day.

Walking, running.

I owe all that to Leo.

I'll keep an eye out for him. It's my number right there.

Leo needs me.

I need him.

God is the palm of the carer.

People believe in God. They don't have any responsibility for the world

trembling around them.

I know what's waiting for all of you.

I've seen the fall.

Just counting down the minutes until you keel over and leave your kids your

kingdom of dirt.

If I could have any super power, it would be to forget.

I would love to, but I'd like to forget.

I'd like to get the pizza.

I'm going to hunt you around just long enough to roast marshmallows over your

goddamn garden carpet.

These chips are stale.

What the hell is wrong with Bud?

Could you stay focused for just ten minutes?

What the

fuck

is wrong with you?

I'm taking your fucking dog.

Bud!

Leave him alone!

It's not yours!

You stole him off some fucking dog park anyway.

Bud! Oh my!

For service is unwritten. You leave him alone!

Don't get fucking near us.

Come on. Come on, boy. Bud! Come on, boy.

Good boy.

Fuck this shit!

Thank you. Thank you.

It's hurting.

Everything is learning.

Everything is young.

It's a young kind of life.

Everything is going to start.

Everything is an angel's curse.

YUM

Don't want it.

I don't even know what it is yet.

Exactly. I don't want to know.

What am I supposed to do with this? Call your dad?

It's an iPhone.

Exactly. It's got GPS.

What about this?

Try a pawn shop.

Come on, Ara.

Give it up.

I got four of these, Ray.

Why don't you get a job?

Can you hire me?

We're not hiring.

What about Uber?

They even give you a car.

Ah, the gig economy.

Serfdom hidden in the candy wrapper of self -determination.

20 bucks.

20 bucks?

It's Milwaukee.

You got a receipt?

Damn it.

Fuck you very much, Mr. Proprietor. You too, buckethead.

Hey. What do you bother with that guy?

He used to be nice.

No, he didn't. I fucking hate him.

What are you going to do about it?

I'm going to fuck him.

Fucking hot.

This is the way the world ends.

This is the way the world ends.

This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang, but a whimper.

Oh, fuck.

I'm alive, all right?

If the fucking bastards would just stay out of my business.

And then they have this fucking woke bullshit. Oh, my God. And what's the

thing they're trying to push?

Fuck. Mental block.

It's so offensive.

Oh, yeah.

White people are bad.

I'm fucking... stupid white people are bad oh fuck you not you too you're

fucking brainwashed mag fucking sheep you're part of the herd you're not a bad

guy all right you don't rate hell i'm more racist than you are uh actually you

are a racist you hear me keep your fucking motherfucking woke

bullshit out of my face bitching And there was no insurrection.

It was a fucking riot.

It was a pansy circuit, all right?

Comparing it to 9 -11. Do you know how disrespectful that is to the people that

burned up?

Are these the kids we're supposed to be tailing? I'm not sure.

I got a nose for these criminal sluts, though.

They're up to something no good.

Hustlers.

They're just college kids.

Exactly.

Perfect cover for a rent boy hustle.

Let me tell you something.

Husbands don't want to be seen with the trannies.

They like the fit, clean -cut athletic types for their loathsome motel

debauchery.

Don't let them fool you, Manc.

They are drug -addictive devils.

They will shove a cock in your ass and a knife in your back if you let them.

Yet, there was a riot, and it was a disgusting display of stupidity.

But that is not an insurrection.

Real insurrection.

You want to see a real insurrection, motherfucker?

What did you say? Was your client again?

This isn't for a client.

It's a reconnaissance mission.

Someone's got to protect. It's our civic duty.

You're not a real private eye.

The hell are you going on about?

You had two kids you shot in your basement.

They broke into my fucking house, Mank.

They were trying to rob me. I got a fucking right to fucking defend myself.

You're stealing your drugs.

And that makes it okay?

No one got arrested.

I'm a crucial...

Operative. All right, don't go to a PI if you don't want the truth.

I've worked murder to domestic silliness.

In domestic cases, you know who gets hurt?

My guess would be the wife.

Fuck the wife!

The kids get hurt, that's who.

Don't be fucking confused by the shiny things. Women are shiny!

They are the rotten ones.

Clinging to us.

Draining us of our power.

I want to take it out. I want to break some arms. And I don't know how.

I gotta accept it.

And I gotta be kind to them. To you.

Why?

Let them alone.

They be blind.

Leaders of the blind.

And if the blind lead the blind, then they both shall fall into the pit.

Just give George her fucking dog back!

for you, my little anthropomorphic sea sponge!

Fucking asshole!

Thank you.

Fucking bullshit.

If I would have raped you, I would have left you in the gutter after I shit on

your face.

Are you bad?

Yeah, why not?

Are you clean?

No, no, no. These won't work.

Are you Julia?

You can't be George.

I don't know. George is a boy's name.

My dad wanted a boy.

Look, lady, you want your house cleaned or what?

You understand my situation now?

You have a hypersensitivity to germs? You can't be too careful. You have to be

super diligent.

You don't mind wearing protection?

I got condoms in my purse.

Am I supposed to do this? Put it over you.

Put the

face on.

Oh.

Looking for your dog?

Trying.

It's not working.

Was this guy filling the rest?

I like dogs.

Especially ones without their balls on.

They should do that, you know?

Just cut them right off.

Oh.

Wait here.

Dégâts.

Une brosse.

Un balai. Les souliers de nettoyage.

Une brosse.

Un balai à franges.

Une brosse.

Un stade. Une machine à 4 électrons.

Des gants aux bleus.

Une brode.

Un support.

Des gants aux bleus.

Une brode.

Des gants aux bleus.

Des gants aux bleus. Une brode.

Des gants.

Des gants aux bleus.

Des gants aux bleus.

I'm for 10 monotone.

You smell like sex.

It's 110 degrees outside.

That's not what I'm smelling.

Men are filthy.

Sex is filthy business.

Charity is best.

What worth is it fucking to her?

Is that not just a career choice?

Men?

Spread their... file, stench, and smear their ejaculate on the duvet.

I kind of like that part.

That would be nice.

He... He was tall... and handsome...

A musician.

He wrote me songs of love.

Liar!

I totally fell for it.

What did he do?

He was like all men.

Narcissist.

Taking whatever they can tear from you.

Shit together.

Nice guy.

Good dick.

Get on with it. Two, two, two, two.

Right this way, George.

May I ask you something?

Sure, ask me anything.

You're going to clean this place when I leave, aren't you? Here.

Why don't you start with the potty?

Use this.

Dirty, dirty potty. No, no.

Wait, no.

Don't go so fast, George.

Like that?

No,

don't splatter, honey.

You've got to scrub.

Hard, George. Real hard.

Like that.

And then you put it in. Oh, yeah.

Because that's where the peeping goes.

To get deep inside the hole.

Yeah.

Real deep in there.

That's where the pooping goes.

And you put it in again. It's dirty.

Oh, my God. Yes.

And then.

Scrub under this, this stuff right here. And then you reach just around the back

of the bowl for me.

Around your other hand.

Okay.

I have tennis in 30 minutes. Keep scrubbing.

down. Is this it?

It's not yours.

That's all you need to know.

And don't steal anything.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Look at me, I'm such a funny little thing.

God, I know, I know, but I can't, I can't, I can't.

It's all of the gods and everything's the law.

But these holidays, I pull off the fire.

What the fuck are you wearing?

Mine, mine, mine, mine!

Mine, mine, mine, mine!

Mine, mine, mine, mine!

What up, Chucklepup?

Ray?

Where you been?

Fucking hot.

Dude, Siberia's on fire.

Got flood in Texas.

Fuck Texas.

Why don't they get all the water? Lucky bastard.

Like a hundred people are dead.

How'd it go, Buzz?

Like a pile of flaming horse shit.

Look that way.

I'm getting my dog back.

And then, I'm going to hurt him.

You let Buzz take the dog.

I didn't let him do shit.

Just... Why don't you go over there and do something about it? Why is that my

job?

Maybe I shouldn't have fucked him.

I never fucked him.

What the hell happened, everyone?

The end of the world, Kai.

They're just grabbing at what they can.

Why don't you just make him give the dog back?

That plan sort of failed.

Well, he's, what, like, 60?

What do you see in him anyway?

He had a spare room, okay? And we weren't fucking.

Okay, so you're a moron.

I want to be sad when you're gone.

I look forward to that day. Guys!

You don't know shit, Frank.

It's such a club.

Wakey, wakey, buzzard!

Holy shit!

I suffered through the most boring dream last night.

It exhausted me.

You were.

Give me back my dog.

Goddamn rapist. You scuzzy.

You.

Plastic monster!

You look like nothing fucking happened. You could care less.

You enjoyed it.

I'm going to kill you, motherfucker!

You have no fucking feeling, do you?

I love fucking challenges, too.

Take it.

Come on, tough girl.

This is your chance to get even with every man that's ever hurt you.

Let me go.

You want to be free of me?

Settle your fucking debts, all right?

Oh, my God, I could buy a fucking candy bar and the rest.

You think you're so perfect.

All those pictures of little boys in leather pants you keep on your computer,

Buzz!

You are such a fucking drama ballerina.

That's just research for my private detective business.

Babe, it's fucking tea, I thought.

Where the hell are all your coins?

I lived on your couch for three weeks.

I never met a single one.

All I saw were a bunch of rent boys copping skanks from you.

You know what we used to say about you behind your back?

We'd say you're a snitch.

An informant.

Because you're on the payroll and that's why you never get tested.

And yet you always come around, don't you?

It's you darkening my fucking door.

Begging me. Right ahead. Push that big red button.

Tear into me.

Watch me breathe.

That's all you do for kicks.

I never could resist pulling the fire a lot.

The rest?

That's all you're getting, little dick.

Don't you fucking touch him, you fucking street trash.

All I got is that fucking dog.

Well, George, if you'd just give it up, you'd have nothing left. And then you'd

be free.

Isn't that what you really want? To be free of everything?

You don't even want him.

I take my pleasures where I can find them.

Yeah. Fucking buzzkill.

Fuck you.

She can't get enough of me.

Women only feel love when they're being hurt.

That the crooked little man was crooked little hot.

She loves me.

None of you motherfuckers go near my house, goddammit!

To be able to see nobody.

And at that distance, too.

It's as much as I can do to see real people.

We'll buy this one.

Look around you.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck. You're a definite fuck.

All of you, don't fuck.

I've been like this forever.

I got a plan.

I'm going to get even with that grease pencil.

And the both of you are going to help. Nope.

I'm not rolling on buds.

It's easier to drown a shark.

I think I prefer just sitting around slapping my monkey watching the world

There's an entire continent of kangaroos hopping around on fire.

And you're not doing a damn thing about them either.

All you've got to do is just clean her house.

Whose house?

This lady whose house I clean.

OCD psycho bitch.

She's got tons of shit.

How does that get your dog back?

We take her shit, and we sell it.

Go hang out at Buzz's place, throw some cash around, get him lit.

Then, when he's all gassed up, out of his mind, we take him down.

You guys are giving me cramps. Just stick him with it. Or just move on.

Make it his problem.

It's not even your dog. Why do you care?

Wait, I gotta clean her house?

She'll buy it.

They're like the perfect domestic help.

Mexican or something.

I am Filipino.

You're Filipino?

Yes, my last name's Aquino.

I thought that was Russian.

She's white.

She won't know the difference.

Dude.

You guys want to go down to the beach later? They're blowing up this dead

You be after?

Go on a bus fare for that, Rinka.

You already got arrested once on this fucking bad boy.

Jesus Christ, George. You're not walking into another one of your shits, farm.

You're so predictable.

You're like a fucking slacker tourist.

You always quit right before the shit hits the fan.

Who saved your ass in San Diego?

Not Kai.

I did.

Doesn't mean I owe you.

You fucking do owe me.

I'm the only friend you got.

I'm her friend.

Thank you. Shut the fuck up, Kai.

Look, there she goes.

Running when she can't fucking take it. No.

That is the fucking house.

Fuck! Slow down!

Probably a key.

Fuck!

Classic Barbie.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

What the hell?

Told you she was a freak.

What exactly did you clean here?

I swiped on the plastic.

I gotta take a shit.

We bought these prom dresses at a thrift store.

We spent a lazy summer morning twirling around the front yard.

Twirling and laughing and twirling and laughing.

I'm expecting that.

Do something.

What the hell, man? I'm feeling really unsafe right now.

You killed her with a trash bag?

I gave her a hug. Right, you hit her?

Julia is dead, right? Okay?

But you, you and Kai, you two are alive.

That's something, right?

Stay focused on the positive.

She attacked us. Fucking bitch.

Unless there's no mess.

She would like that.

Let's get him someplace normal.

Nothing here is normal.

The couch. The couch.

We used to make it look like we were never here.

Did anyone touch anything?

I don't know. We just touched everything in the kitchen, George.

Did you flush that shit?

Shh.

Making testes for DNA.

And watch for happy evening.

Grab some shit. Let's get the fuck out of here.

It's a shame that only a handful get to feel fulfilled.

And the rest of us have to get by with lying to ourselves.

Chill, Ray.

She's dead.

I didn't kill her. And neither did Ty. That shit is on you.

You wrap up your pants and hang up your pants.

Would you eat soap on her?

That back there happened.

Are you done?

Good.

Get your heads together and we might survive this.

Understand that much?

Come find me when you're done crawling out of your fucking crib.

It's on for sale!

It's on for sale!

I want to go to college!

What's this?

My dog is missing.

I ain't seen him.

Maybe take better care of your dog next time.

Screw him.

We don't see things the way they are.

We see them the way we are.

Hey.

Hey.

We should start a band.

Like a rock band?

I played drums in high school.

No shit!

How did I not know that?

I told you.

You just never listened.

The Stinky Minky.

Brides of Jesus.

He knows life.

Waffle Slut.

West Megma Baptist Choice Choir.

The eagle has landed and it took a shit on my face.

Live. One, two, three, four.

Come gutters from Mars.

The killers.

Killer. Walk off, Marcy.

The minge.

The minge.

We need a drummer. You're on drums.

Wait, can I play?

What?

Yeah.

We only have one guitar.

Get your own band. I'm kicking you out.

It's a mandolin.

I wasn't in a fucking band anyway.

What if she didn't really die?

If she were alive, Kai, we'd already be fucked.

All right.

The men's... settled.

Where am I gonna get Trump?

Do I have to do everything?

But fate... is not entirely to blame.

We've wasted our chances.

We've strangled our own hearts.

Ray!

Dude, that's crazy.

Take off the mask of madness.

What do you get?

More madness.

Take off the mask of sanity.

More madness.

So which is it?

I'm going to go with mask on.

Really, it's the only sane thing to do.

You want to be the world's ugliest drag queen?

I don't know about that.

I'd fuck me.

What the fuck are you supposed to be?

I'm an exoticos lucha libre wrestler.

Okay.

What do you mean a name?

Do you know any exotic, uh... Exoticos Lucha Libre.

Look up on Instagram, Cassandro.

Okay, yeah, but this guy's late. He's, like, doing all these flips and shit.

you do that?

I don't have to. I just have to walk up and down Hollywood Boulevard.

You're gonna have to have a hood.

Maybe some sunglasses.

Hey, I got a question to ask.

Go ahead.

Okay.

So suppose you're doing this thing that you shouldn't be doing.

And by accident, it kind of went sideways.

How bad?

I'm thinking not breathing bad.

You need a cleaner.

You need a crooked little man to

help you.

You can't still be sore about that.

I'll decide what I can and cannot feel.

Some shit went down.

Listen to me.

I never killed anyone before.

Oh, fuck.

Few have.

Many have.

Kill one and you're a murderer. Kill a few and you're a hero.

I got it. Maybe you should kill some more.

Why the hell are you dressed up like a tulip?

Tulip.

Perfect.

You need a pro.

Lucky for you, I am one.

I can't pay you.

Oh, you do.

Eventually.

Un, deux, trois, cut!

Another sunny holiday in shithole L .A.

Another sunny holiday in shithole L .A.

I got a summon from your bullshit hitting me. I burned it all down and put

blame on me. I'm your living abortion.

Come watch me pee.

I'm your living abortion.

Come give it a kiss.

I'm your living abortion.

You kick me out.

You're dumb as an angry cock.

Dumb. Dumb as an angry cock.

You're dumb as an angry cock.

You can fucking suck my fart. You dumb, angry fucking cock.

Where is this place?

Northridge.

Hand that to me, will you? She's already dead.

One can never be too sure.

Not like that. That is a weapon.

Do you know how to handle a weapon?

Okay, a gun deserves respect.

Now put it back.

Did I tell you to lock the glove box? I don't know what you want.

I want you to handle the gun properly.

Learn! Jesus!

Now open the glove box.

Okay, now grip it right.

Never point the barrel at a person, especially at you. I don't want to touch

I bet that's not the first time you've said that.

Stop crying.

This is fine. I'll get out here.

Okay.

You're making a fucking mess of my fucking car.

Come on.

Ta.

Welcome to Hollywood, the land of dreams and movie stars.

And all the stars that never were are parking cars and pumping gas.

What the fuck happened that sent us hurtling into a cage death match with

world before the sky caught fire, before the clean water ran out?

Before the floods, before the virus, what the hell happened?

You suck at drums.

I suck?

I thought that didn't matter.

Not gonna get anywhere unless you get your beat.

You can barely play.

What the hell are you talking about, George?

You just weigh me down.

You're another dream killer.

And you're a manipulative, unrealistic bitch.

What did you just call me?

Fuck this.

I'm done.

Wait right there. What the hell did you just call me? You make no sense.

You want everyone to help you. You expect me to rush in and save your

ass all the time. And as soon as I do, you find nothing but fault with me.

You literally undo everything that's wrapped up and handed to you.

You don't know... I've been through.

The crap coming at me since I learned to walk.

I just wrapped up a dead woman in her living room.

I did that for you.

Do you understand how much that scares the shit out of me?

We don't talk about it. How the hell do we not talk about it? It's all I can

think about.

You don't even care that she's dead.

I sure as hell do care.

I'll tell you, I didn't get it by some accident.

It was set in motion the first time I was fucked over by somebody else who was

fucked over.

I never got a chance to escape that.

Frightfully, I'm surprised it took so long.

I'm sorry your life sucked.

But you can't seriously believe that she died because you were abused.

Get real.

If I'd been born into a different family, different town, I would have

been a cop.

And I certainly wouldn't be sitting here with people like you.

People like me are the only ones that'll put up with you.

I'm right here, George.

Standing next to you.

God, you still don't get it. You're so... You are

a hollow, haunted, empty shell of a human being!

You think you're honest?

I am a goddamn haunted castle.

My ghosts stumble around in my head laughing at me all day.

How did this become about you?

How does everything always become about you?

Let me lay it out for you, Ty.

I can't say sexual abuse.

Without feeling weak.

Or dirty.

Can't say victim.

Some people think I'm unstable.

Unreliable. Looking for an excuse.

You know what I have to do to get through a day? Tell me.

I have to pretend that my feelings aren't real.

That's what I have to do.

I have to convince myself that my emotions are just chemical reactions

not bearing on the truth.

My feelings are lying to me.

The only way to keep the fucking ghost at bay.

Otherwise I would break into like a million people.

How should I know?

You look.

You scope it out.

God damn you.

You're driving me fucking crazy.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Fuck, well, this is my first murder, bud.

Oh, will you take it down a little bit?

Seriously, my God.

Were you raised by wolves?

Was your mother a fucking imbecile? Or are you just a fetal alcohol accident?

Just because you got a nice pair of titties doesn't mean you have to act

dumb cow.

I'm in a car with someone who killed two people.

They lived.

I shot one of them in the shoulder and one of them in the ass. They'll be fine.

I'm the way to see a dead woman.

My fucking... God, if you whine one more time, I'm gonna fucking shoot you.

That's it.

Smoke this.

Why are you listening to that?

You don't worry about it. We're gonna float out to the nebula and go fuck the

shit out of a supernova.

Oh, don't worry. Be careful, baby girl.

You don't want to get burnt yet.

Ready?

Smoked it.

What's that?

Medicine.

Fucking smoke it.

Don't. No smoke. Don't burn it.

What the fuck was that?

That, my dear, that was a Belushi samurai.

What the fuck was a Belushi samurai?

Free taste mixed with a little bit of fentanyl.

What the hell am I doing?

You do exactly what I tell you to do.

All right?

Don't fucking forget it.

Yeah,

she loves the fentanyl.

Sometimes I don't mind living.

And I am torn up that that woman suffered.

She's so...

fucking miserable and she just died i don't know maybe

in a small way part of me is just exhausted

no matter what i do or where i go i

look down i've stepped in more shit

But you.

You're my children.

Messed up as my head is.

All my fucked up wiring.

You're the only one I trust, Kai.

And I feel terrible that I dragged you into this mess.

Believe me.

And all that shit, that emotion in your life, too, maybe,

so, when I fucking crash -coursed into your life,

you'd recognize me.

Some of me.

More than others do.

I hope I'm right.

To say it out loud, it really does sound like complete bullshit.

Do you love me?

You know, we used to be good.

We used to be a lot of things. We used to be apes.

But then we got shrewd.

And shrewdness, shrewdness by definition, is the quality...

Of having or showing good power of judgment.

It also means a group of eight.

Seriously, that's real. Look that shit up. And then we left all common sense

behind. And we started forming smaller groups. Little cliquey groups. We gave

them names. We called them tribe and mob and gang and clan and family.

And then we proceeded to try to kill every other group other than our own,

including our own family. Do you know what this dog is?

This dog is everything that we used to be.

Loyal, kind, patient, willing,

loving.

All he wants is a decent meal, a safe, Warm bed.

And some quality talent.

We used to be like.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Mike.

That's Leo.

And he already has a home.

Hey, buddy.

Get you back where you belong, huh?

I'm

from

Portland.

Oregon?

No.

Maine.

Water, lobstermen pulling their living from the sea.

Sounds right.

I had a dad and a mom and a brother and a sister

and a lawn.

Why'd you leave?

Didn't want to mow the lawn.

Say what now?

Let's go find Leo.

And we'll give him back.

Oh My

god

she was a looker

She's dead, Ray. She's not going to bite you.

It's not funny.

Hi, Mom.

Take a fucking picture.

I'm not taking a picture. Take a goddamn picture, Ray.

Do it.

Here.

It's locked.

Cool.

Oh, yes.

So you smoked her.

Nothing for daddy to clean up, huh?

And what?

Nothing!

Fucking just stay down!

God damn it!

Look at her!

God damn it!

She probably went through all kinds of fucking turmoil and shit.

God damn you!

You took all of that from her!

Fuck you!

Fuck you, you bitch!

She was a little girl.

She was young like you at one.

Fucking no consequences, my ass.

To the victor goes the spoils, Ray.

The meek shall inherit the earth.

Isn't that what they teach you to say to the rest of us? While you stripped away

and destroyed everything worth a damn.

You know, birth fucking sickened me.

Someone will always show up to fix things for you, huh?

fucking consequences.

But you made a fucking mistake.

Because this daddy loves to dwell in the flames that burn bright in the

darkness.

Today, this daddy won't suppress you.

Oh, I missed you.

God damn it.

I missed you. Mommy made me feel better.

You want me to feel better? No, I don't want to feel bad. You want me to feel

good?

And now, I'm going to clean the dust. For God!

Where's Leo?

Never mind the goddamn dog, George.

Ray is hurt.

What happened?

I'm not getting in the car with this sick fuck.

Give it a fucking break, okay? I was helping her move your body.

Don't mind that now. We have to go. She's okay. She's just hurt. Where is

Get in!

Are you fucking kidding me?

She's up here.

Can I just drive?

Hello. Hi, is this Tom?

Yes. Hi, Tom. I believe I have your dog.

You do?

Where are you?

I'm at the 4th Street Bridge right now. I'm at the 4th Street Bridge.

Where are you?

Leo! Leo!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Shit!

Shit! Okay, we got it all.

We have to fucking go. Get in!

I thought it... Video one of a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire

and meditates in protest.

Never moved.

Never cries out.

Just goes up in flames.

In silence.

And people took pictures.

They filmed it.

But nobody helped him.

Nobody stopped him.

Isn't that what's going on right now?

Watching the earth protest in silence?

Setting itself on fire.

We're all just taking pictures.

This can't be it.

What the hell are you taking us?

George, just shut the fuck up.

A moment, okay?

I got her hidden safe.

We're here.

Out.

Where's Ray?

What the fuck is that for?

Protection.

From who?

You two murders.

From him.

What?

What's going on here?

Well, Ray asked me to clean up your body.

And so I did the only thing I could do. I cleaned it up. All of it.

What?

My gosh, she was beautiful.

All wrapped up like Christmas, like a doll in a store.

And then it got dark.

It kind of turned me on.

It turned you on?

All right, I know!

Sex is a funny thing.

You!

You know that, all right?

I don't fucking know.

My point.

We're no good for each other.

All right?

People get hurt around us. People die.

I gotta get you free.

Look, look.

I get that you're fucking pissed at me, okay?

I love you, all right?

There. Fuck, I said it. It's out.

God damn it.

But there's no way in fucking hell you could live with that blood on your

Okay? I can. I do.

I can help you.

You're not making any sense, Buzz.

Fuck!

We got into it, all right?

Ray and me.

I'm fucking sorry.

She didn't mean anything to me, I swear to God.

I don't know if it was the fucking fentanyl or the fucking blood everywhere

fucking Bray's beautiful body.

But we got into it.

We were so high, and then I saw it. I saw everything.

It was a fucking epiphany. It's Satori.

I don't fucking know.

She could not live with that dead woman on her head.

None of you do. I can carry that for all of you.

Fuck it.

Maybe die now.

Fuck.

Get the fuck away from him. Or me.

Him.

Or me.

Him. Or fucking me.

It's funny, really.

Oh.

Hold on. Wait.

Can you feel that?

Oh, my.

This is life.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha! Fuck!

I know!

Fucking twat!

You can fucking kill me.

Go, go!

Fucking kill me. Run!

Do you love me?

When he shall die, cut him into little stars and place them in the heavens so

that the night world listens to the howl and cry of his dog.

Bye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

16 years of rage.

I've got to know this baby.

He'll never love me again.

He prefers to be alone.

Watch him.

down. It's the only way to fly.

The only way to fly.

The long way down.

Astro, astro, mountain flight.