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I love you.

I know.

I know.

I love you.

I love you.

You don't have to sell yourself to me.

I gave away my room.

That's unfortunate.

The airline lost my luggage because of
the mast.

It's been a disaster.

Aren't you the poor little match girl?

Hans Christian Andersen.

I don't really listen to European music.

I'm so excited to be in a movie with
you.

Fuck me.

My room is this way.

You know, I could stay on the couch.

It looks super comfy.

You can stay with me. I'm just taking my
face off.

Okay.

Cool.

I don't know if I can post these.

People will say I've become unrelatable.

Can you help me with this?

You've got expensive taste.

Play date?

That bangle hasn't been cool in ages.

It's for the masses.

For the masses?

Why are you so unrelatable?

Ew.

Who would want to be relatable?

Hunter wants to be relatable.

It's a metric thing.

Oh, no, no, no.

You can let the numbers measure you, but
you can't measure yourself by the

numbers.

That's why.

Did you pick that up at a sound bath?

There's not a single person on this
planet that is like you.

You're a very specific spec of stardust.
Stop.

No, you stop.

It just means something.

Say it with me.

I am a wholly unique consciousness.

I am a wholly unique...

consciousness and I am made of stardust.

I am made of stardust.

The moment you forget that is the moment
you disappear.

I'd like you to meet Dominique.

But

you are

so young.

And you know nothing about Johnny
Thunder.

He likes beautiful things and beautiful
people.

He's a powerful man.

Do you think he's playing games with
you?

Yes.

Do you think he's being sincere with
you?

Sometimes he wants to impress you.

Other times he wants to be impressed by
you.

Usually the latter.

In his mind, you either have it or you
don't.

Genetic, I'm the same way.

You hurt me.

Oh, dear.

I'm so sorry.

Isn't it a sign of good luck?

Prick me, bitch.

Preferably in the eye.

Have you experienced misfortune?

I am the victim of the mist.

you need to worry about.

It is what the mist.

It's a tragedy, if you ask me.

Something no father should have to
endure.

I remember the day that you were born.

The day I saw the universe.

My dear Elle, I always carry you.

Always.

I can't imagine losing you.

But if I did, I'd search the earth until
my legs stopped working.

And if I had to kill to find you, I'd do
it and I'd keep on doing it.

I would turn the oceans red before I
gave up on you.

My dear girl is the tragedy of

Leatherman.

Leatherman.

Searching for his daughter lost in the
underworld.

A father cursed to search for lifetimes.

Who eventually forgets who he's looking
for.

But when the mist returns, he remembers.

He remembers her.

He comes with the mist.

Searching.

His face, an infinite abyss.

His strength, insurmountable.

He wears leather gloves covered in
razor-sharp diamonds, searching for her

and any girl who sees him. For when you
see him, he sees his daughter, and he

will try and destroy you and anyone
around you to get to her.

And the only way to kill him...

That's why they say, take care of your
daughters.

Daddy is fascinating.

He's just a money guy.

And you can call him Johnny.

I wasn't expecting Johnny to be like
that one bit.

He's so curious and nurturing.

He has this backwards logic where he
thinks that fucking girls my age will

somehow bring him closer to me.

But didn't he like...

Why are you leaving me, Daddy?

I want you and Dominic to be friends
again.

What a sweet fantasy.

And making a movie is like going to war.

We'll bring you girls closer.

I'm here because I wanted to go to war
with you.

I would have never ever agreed to this
if I knew you were going to go.

I'll only get in the way of you two
making up if I stay.

You girls coming together is how we
become a family again.

Don't make fun of us.

She's like us.

But she's not one of us.

I had a friend.

She loves you something fierce.

Maybe more than she loves me.

Promise me you'll be a good girl and
play nice while I'm gone.

Hmm?

Won't she do it?

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but... Do you guys want to
hear something scary?

I fell down the Leatherman rabbit hole
last night.

And everything Johnny said

is true.

of women they always come in two and
they can be

old or young

hideous or beautiful

and sometimes they can even become

shape shifting foxes with multiple tails

Magic foxes. Yes.

And they are the guides for the
Leatherman.

And they are neither good nor evil.

Neutral.

Morally ambiguous.

This is legit.

This leather guide has been around for,
like, ever.

Some cultures call him the leather king.

But most people call him

the devil.

Oh, no.

Not the devil.

And it's these magical lady foxes.

destroyer. They are the ones who make
him.

And they are the ones who... I just

want

you to understand that what we saw was
not a normal murder.

Fuck is a normal murder?

I feel like you two should be a bit more
traumatized by this.

Trauma comes in all forms.

I mean, I couldn't even... pretend to
kill Elle today.

We saw the Leather Man.

Al, sad to miss your big day tomorrow,
but happy that we can bury the hatchet.

Use it with love, Dad.

the Leatherman.

Yankee.

Thank you very much.

Who is he?

The saddest man in the world.

He's an American soldier named Kay.

He brought his daughter here.

But his daughter was kidnapped.

One of the women who was kidnapped.

The other day, when the fog came out.

I remember.

One of the girls who were kidnapped.

Some people say it was a monster's
doing.

Thank you very much.

Figured if I died...

Judah!

Oh my god.

You really fucked up this time.

I'm sympathetic to your situation.

Losing a child the way you did.

Well, you choose as one thing.

But our friends at the police
department, they can't have the men

mistake mercy for weakness.

I love you.

Remembers.

It's a bit performative.

It's tradition.

That's so cool.

Get people off.

We used to speak it all the time.

It's our secret language.

You know, when I first met Al,

she told me she was an orphan.

So I bought her drinks all night.

My little match girl.

She got so drunk, I had to bring her
home.

She threw up all over me and my bed.

And we've loved each other ever since.

Should we play orphans tonight?

Nico's in town.

He'd probably adopt all of us.

Bee?

Nico? Put your tongue back in your
mouth.

Oh, come on.

I adore Nico.

And he's always wanted to meet you.

Of course he wants to meet me.

He famously hates my father.

I read that.

I gave our driver the night off.

No need having one of my husband's
snitches keeping tabs on us.

I won't.

You really want the night to end?

I like freaky shit.

Okay?

Like the real freaky shit.

But Johnny, he's next level.

We were in this performance.

Actually, it was pretty interesting.

Fucking grungy crowd.

And in the corner of the whole thing,
there was Johnny.

And Johnny was pointing right at me.

Like, right at me.

He wanted something scary.

Next thing I know, I'm in this art
studio behind a dumpling store in

Chinatown, watching a super-hating
installation about one of the greatest

living artists, that owner called Black
Fucking Fever.

Ew.

Like a baby?

Like a dead baby, yes.

And Johnny saw this? Oh, yes.

He bought it right there.

Made like 10 grand for it. Gosh.

Do you know about this? Have you seen
the fetus?

Well,

I think you got a little baby.

I might even tell him about how you
can't keep your hands off my stepmom.

Hunter, what's this scary thing you want
to tell me about?

Oh my gosh, it was so scary.

Have you heard about the Leatherman?

What?

The Leatherman.

Yoko, he's in here tonight.

It's been a difficult time for you,
apparently, Katie.

We know your heart has been blackened by
grief.

Most people choose to live in a
comfortable amount of pain.

You have chosen to live in agony.

You're just a memory you won't let go
of.

That won't work on us.

We know your girl is a strong...

child, her resilient one.

Her will alone has kept your blood warm.

All her.

I know that she is not far from you.

And only then will you see your
daughter.

I'm going to play the game.

It's a cat and a ghost.

You come with me.

You know this isn't going to work.

What isn't going to work?

This movie isn't going to fix us.

I have no misconceptions about fixing
us.

I don't love you. Free to love me back.

That girl is fucking unbearable.

She's really begging to be touched.

Imagine being that attractive yet, that
unfuckable.

Ouch. Why are you evil?

I slept with Nico the other night.

I kind of like the way you do.

Does Johnny know?

Your father and I enjoy our secrets.

It's a part of our contract.

But we don't lie.

Not to each other, and not to anyone
else.

not to me.

Did you think that marrying my father
would bring me closer to you?

That's one way to look at it.

Maybe that wasn't part of the appeal.

You could have just copied my shoes or
my hair. I did.

So did you.

Honestly, Elle, I've been mothering you
since the day we met.

How is this any different?

I can't believe you actually admitted
that.

I know being best friends again might be
a bit out of reach.

always be your evil stepmother.

This family is rotten.

We should probably save her from him.

Or him from her.

You're free to go.

I can distract Nico.

Nico says nothing spontaneous happens at
these private parties, and we should go

to the uniform night.

What happens at uniform night?

Nico!

What happens at uniform night?

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm tired.

Can you taste him? Can you taste him?
Can you taste the soap?

Your father's gonna love this.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, you're going to tell on me?

You're going to be a little tattletale?

Elle,

I don't want you.

you want or have that doesn't belong to
me. You will never be one of us.

You're just a possession.

A worn out and dried up, used up thing
that my father will fucking throw away.

Toxic fucking waste!

You think you're so special.

Somehow everyone else seems to think so
too.

But I see you.

I used to think we were the same.

But I don't bask in self-doubt and pity.
I don't wallow about my own father.

I write my own fucking story. I've
recreated myself.

I used to wonder how it was possible for
someone who had it all to be so cruel

and insecure. And then I met you.

And I have never met someone.

So empty and disappointing.

You won't feel fucking home until you
wear my fucking skin.

Money won't fucking fix it. And life, it
won't fix it. My daddy won't fucking fix

it.

Your daddy?

You know, the other day after your daddy
fucked me, he confessed something.

He told me how painful, how sickening it
is to come face to face. with all the

things he hates the most about himself
and you.

He looks at you and all he sees is this
gaping maw of misery and need.

No wonder he is always leaving. He
cannot stand the fucking sight of you.

to a fucking ass fight, you fucking
bitch!

You don't often get to choose a fate

where you have always been special.

Hell, after all, you were great.

If you were to put these... gloves on...
You will

find...