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Okay, how you feeling?

What do you mean?

I mean, you know, in
general how do you feel?

Should I be anxious?

No, no, no, no,
absolutely not.

That's the last thing I
want you to be right now.

You should feel, I don't
know, sunny, happy, excited.

I'll aspire to
be those things.

Good girl.

Come here.

All right, I got a good
feeling about this.

These people at this party,
they got Henry Shepherd's

last three plays produced.

Three, and all I need
is the first one.

Okay, all right, we got this.

I got this.

What
about the salad bowls?

What about them?

We don't have enough
room for the large ones.

- I've got seven people.
- That's all right.

We don't need them, not tonight.

So we're just not
gonna have salad.

We always have salad.

Can we do that?

Look around you, Sebastian,
we do whatever we want.

Are we really gonna have
the same fucking soppressata

on the charcuterie?

What kinda person
quibbles over charcuterie?

Do you think they'll
bring a Monfortino Barolo?

No, they'll bring a
nice, full-bodied red

they picked up for $12.

It's common courtesy.

Do you have your pills?

I think they're in your
jacket pocket, right?

Right.

Do you have my cell phone?

Fuck it.

Okay, happy face.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Jeffrey Duncan.

This is my wife, Haley.

What are you selling?

Hm?

We're not selling anything.

We were invited
to dinner tonight.

At this house?

- Yeah, right, Jeff?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, no, yeah, absolutely, yeah.

I don't give a rat's
diminutive ass, but I recommend

that you peasants remove
yourselves from this doorstep

before I call the
police or worse.

Now both of you can fuck off.

What the fuck was that?

Maybe we should just go.

No, no, we're not leaving.

We are not leaving.

Oh yeah, okay, yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you got us.

You got us, right?

Didn't he, Hales, right?

Totally, yeah.

Your faces, you would've thought
I was trying to kill you.

Well, don't just
stand there like some

Victorian era orphans
begging for a hand out.

Come in.

Okay, let's go in.

Yeah, come in.

- It's all right.
- Come on.

It's so big.

This house is fantastic.

And this is just the foyer.

Well, you'll see.

Forgive my tomfoolery.

I have a bit of a wicked streak.

Oh, no, it was hilarious.

We loved it, right?

Sure.

Sebastian Todd.

Haley.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr.
Playwright Extraordinaire.

Just Jeff.

Kiss it, it's customary.

Okay.

So where's Carmine?

Busy concocting one of his
savory delights as always.

We brought wine.

- Oh.
- I hope you like it.

I tried my best.

How rustic.

Haley picked it out.

We'll adore it.

Now as you both know, this
is a phone-free event.

Deposit your cellular
devices in my...

Wait, what?

Everyone loathes an
amateur paparazzi pic.

I understand.

That's right, good boy.

Make yourselves at home
in the room to your right.

Knock a few balls around
if the spirit moves you.

Ta ta, children.

What?

Haley, Haley, what was that?

What was what?

I'm trying to
impress these people.

Okay, but that thing at
the door was psychoville.

That didn't seem off to you?

Yeah, and you would know

what constitutes
psychoville, right?

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Look, the people at this party

are the proverbial
cream of the crop.

We're talking buckets of money.

Think connections and influence
everywhere, all right?

And they are not the type
of people that want you

texting during dinner
or uploading pictures

of your food to social media.

They have reputations,
legacies even to protect.

I love you, I do, and I
am sorry you're upset.

And I guess I am just a
little bit nervous here.

But, Haley, if we
impress these people,

my play is headed straight
for Broadway, right?

Yeah, no, you're
right, totally right.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I hope it's that
simple for you.

I'm sorry.

Good girl.

You don't
look comfortable.

No, no, we're completely
comfortable, right Hales?

I wasn't talking to you.

I'm Sadie.

Would either of you like a
glass of wine or an aperitif?

Absolutely, yeah.

Can't wait.

Fuck me.

They like you, huh?

Do you need one?

No, I'm fine.

I didn't ask how you were,
I asked if you needed one.

Yeah.

I think I'm getting
worse or something.

I had another
nightmare last night.

You used to have
three a night.

You're getting better.

I have a weird feeling
about this place.

I can't stop shaking.

Maybe we should just go, Jeff.

Stop, stop.

Just relax, okay?

It's just dinner.

Okay, okay, it's a chance.

I mean, it's the chance, Haley.

But after tonight
everything is just downhill.

And I need this to happen.

I really need this to happen.

I'm sorry.

There's no I in team.

Vino to ease you
into the evening.

- Thank you.
- We'll get started shortly.

Thank you.

May I have one?

You're on medication.

So did you kiss your king yet?

Yeah.

- I like the king.
- Yeah?

Yeah, it reminds me that you
are just as neurotic as me.

When I was in the hospital,
there was this boy who had

this lucky pair of socks.

The nurses had a hell of a
time getting them off of him.

They smelled so bad,
like rotten onions.

That's gross, Haley.

Haley, no hospital and no
crazy talk tonight, understand?

Yeah, all right, I promise.

Promise him.

- Jeff.
- Come on, honey.

For me, please.

I promise.

Good girl.

Come here.

Jeff, sometimes
I feel like you

- I don't know...
- Wow.

Wow, now that is art.

What is it?

It's a $2 million painting
by a very celebrated artist.

Well, that's what Carmine
paid for it anyway.

He doesn't even
like it.

I'm Vincent.

Jeffrey Duncan.

Oh, this is my wife, Haley.

Nice to meet you.

A pleasure.

So Vincent, are
you an art dealer?

Oh, nothing so interesting
and eclectic as that.

I work for Quick and Adams.

No kidding.

Quick and who?

It's an investment
firm, honey.

I handle Carmine and
Sebastian's affairs.

Oh.

Speaking of Sebastian, he
did the door joke, didn't he?

That he did, yes.

Is he always that frightening?

I mean, Haley, frightening...

Its all right, Jeffrey.

After all, what would
life be like without

the acidic droll sense of humor

percolating through the
brain of Sebastian Todd?

Slightly better, in
my opinion.

It is miraculous, isn't it?

Absolutely, it's...

The viewer sees
what he wants to see.

I see mayhem, absolute
unbridled chaos.

What do you see in it?

Me?

A Rorschach test, I guess.

Exactly, so much is
left to interpretation.

The meaning lies
with the observer.

Jeff and Haley,

may I present the inimitable
Miss Sadie Nichols.

Yeah, we met her.

She brought us wine.

More than she did for me.

You can have
this one, Vincent.

Thank you, my darling.

God, your dress is beautiful.

It's one of my own creations.

It's gorgeous.

Sadie adorns
herself for a living.

You mean
you're in fashion?

I'm in whatever I want
to be at the moment.

You know, whatever moves me.

Well, we know that Jeff
here is a playwright.

Guilty.

And what do you do, Haley?

Well, you know, same as you.

A little of this and that,
nothing terribly interesting.

I wouldn't say that.

I could really use a
restroom, if that's okay.

Of course, use
the upstairs bath.

First door on the
left past the alcove.

Thank you.

Well, we should be dancing on.

My turn to set the table.

And what are you
doing tonight, love?

Side dishes.

Ah.

We'll see you at dinner.

Can't wait.

See you.

Cheers.

Haley, are you okay?

I'm fine, really.

This house is so weird.

Are you ready, Haley?

Haley, Haley?

We have to talk
about this sometime.

What the fuck is
wrong with you, huh?

What, what?

Speak up, just talk.

You can't talk anymore?

You're like a toddler,
like a child, like a child.

Bedtime, bedtime, what
are you talking about?

The fuckin' sun's still up.

What are you on?

What are you on?

I'm not gonna put up
with this much longer.

What are you looking at?

- Hi.
- Oh my God.

I'm so sorry.

For what?

I didn't see
anything, I swear.

Are you here for dinner?

What?

Are you here for dinner?

Yes, I am.

I should probably leave.

Why?

You're naked.

We're grown women, aren't we?

I don't know you.

Well, that's easy to remedy.

Agatha Archer.

The writer?

I prefer novelist,
it's more elegant.

My husband is
gonna lose his mind.

He's such a huge fan of yours.

He's a playwright.

Jeff, Jeffrey Duncan.

Yeah, whatever.

Then you are?

Haley Duncan.

Wonderful to meet you, Haley.

Tell me, is your husband
as attractive as you?

Well, I did marry him so.

I should probably
let you get dressed.

Don't go.

We were just getting
to know each other.

I think we know each other
just fine now, don't you?

No.

For that you'd have to slip out
of this funny little number.

I'd rather not.

Haley, love, Jeff
sent me for you.

He thought maybe you
were lost up here.

Is everything all right?

Do you know your way down?

Yes, thank you.

It was nice to meet you.

Likewise.

You witchy bitch.

Impeccable timing as always.

We can't have you corrupting
her just yet, Aggie.

You know that.

Gracefully
done, Mr. Todd.

He really enjoys
that, doesn't he?

He loves to pour.

You will put that out
before dinner, won't you?

Let me enjoy my vice, please.

We all have our
vices, Vincent,

but yours kills by association.

All right, Aggie,
I'll take a break.

Thank you.

Jeffrey, I want to thank
you for this nice Merlot.

It's quite inspired.

You're welcome.

I have to say you have
one hell of a house here.

Thank you.

Do you ever worry
about break-ins?

No, no, Mrs. Duncan.

I suppose the curse of
owning an expensive home

is owning an equally
expensive security system

and of course always
being cautious.

Which explains
the no phone policy.

Technology is a barrier
to real human connection.

Quite true,
Vincent, quite true.

Of course that policy has
a little to do with safety

and security and more to do
with just wanting you all to be

here present with each other
without the distraction.

Without distractions indeed.

Without the noise that
drowns out coherent,

truly present thought.

And as for security, Carmine,
my incantations would've

served you far better than
your overpriced alarm system.

So would a rabbit's
foot I'm sure.

What, what was that?

Nothing, it was nothing.

Sure looked
like something.

Jeff has a good luck charm.

Oh, well look at that.

No, it's just
something I carry around.

Our curiosity is
piqued, Jeffrey.

Okay, okay, all right.

A chess king?

A chess king.

He keeps it beside his
laptop when he writes.

It was his grandfather's
lucky king.

Well, that makes it
supremely powerful.

Please, Vincent, good
luck charms are only as good

as red herrings in the
first few chapters.

Charms are history, Agatha.

Exactly, I wouldn't
be surprised if a bit

of Jeff's grandfather's soul

still inhabits that
little sliver of plastic.

It's fucking plastic.

All right, all right.

It can't be
good for the environment.

All in good fun,
all in good fun.

All in good fun.

It's still a beautiful
thought, though, right babe?

I suppose so.

Charms, symbols, spells,

they have power when the
belief is strong enough.

Yes, the power of belief.

After all, what would
Jesus be without his cross?

What would the Buddha be
without his Bodhi tree?

You'd know, wouldn't
you, you old fuck?

How often do
you have these dinners?

These secret dinners.

All right.

Carmine?

You did take the
precautions we talked about

on the telephone?

Yes, yes, no one
knows we're here.

In fact, they think
we're on vacation.

I'm sorry, I guess I
just don't understand

- the extremity.
- No, no, we understand.

We understand.

Especially after meeting
everyone here tonight.

We completely understand
it, don't we Hales?

Paparazzi are locusts.

They'd be pitching tents
in Carmine's driveway

if they knew that
Agatha were here.

Miss Archer, I have
to admit I'm a huge fan.

I mean, Clandestine Death, it
is a phenomenal novel, right?

Oh, looks and brains I see.

Likewise.

We host twice a year,
high summer, high winter.

Thank
you for having us.

Well, I'm loathe to
break up this small talk,

but I think this party is
desperate for a little music.

- Ah.
- Ooh.

Yes, tradition, Sadie dear.

Wait, what is going on?

A little parlor game.

The winner chooses the music.

In other words, me.

What, a
little five-card stud?

No, another day perhaps.

This is tarot.

What's that?

It's a fortune-teller.

A crude definition.

The proper term is divination.

Asking an individual to choose
specific cards and reading

signs and omens to determine
their path in life.

The querent chooses their
path based on the reading,

not the other way around.

A querent?

The one who seeks.

It's the person getting
their fortune read.

I think she
understands, Jeffrey.

Hurry up and shuffle the
cards before I get bored.

Sadie here chooses a card,

then we each select
one from the deck.

The owner of the winning
card as determined by Sadie

gets to pick the dinner music.

Carmine.

Sebastian.

Guest first.

Does it matter which one?

Of course it does.

Of course it does.

Volunteers?

No.

What?

You went first last time.

- Sebastian.
- What, he did.

No, I did not.

It was the party with
the real estate couple.

You wore your leather
bowtie with the eyes.

Aggie drank too much.

Carmine made tiramisu.

You went first last
time, I remember!

Fine, go first.

Thank you, I will.

The Fool, the spontaneity
of a carefree existence.

In other words...

An idiot.

Let's see yours, smirky.

The Magician, power
and skill brought forth

by priceless and
ancient knowledge.

Lucky, lucky, little cookie.

Carmine.

The Emperor, the
commanding rock

upon which all things rely.

Jeffrey.

Yeah.

Whenever you're ready.

Uh oh.

The Hanged Man.

Yeah, uh oh is right.

Shit, doesn't sound good.

It's a symbol of
sacrifice, blessed martyrdom.

Dear Aggie, which
card did you choose?

Ooh.

- The Lovers.
- Ooh, I know.

What does it mean?

A union of two
souls, an alignment.

Carmine, it would mean that
if it were right side up.

But it's not.

So what does that mean?

It means the love
is impure, twisted.

Well, that bodes well.

Sadie, what about yours?

Dealer usually goes last,
but since you asked so nicely.

Every fuckin' time.

What is it?

The High Priestess is
the keeper of shekinah.

The female presence
of the divine mind.

So superior.

Well, only one left.

Still game, Haley?

Yeah.

Oh shit, I thought
my card was bad.

Don't fret, Haley love.

Yes, the given is grim,

but the Death card also
represents new beginnings.

Rebirth as it were.

What a relief.

So who won?

Ah, who won?

Yes, my dear, which
card did you choose?

The Fool.

Yes, ha!

Yes, yes, go make your
selection, Sebastian.

Pardon me.

So fuckin' happy.

That was interesting.

Shocking.

I like it, it's classy.

Sebastian's favorite.

What is it?

Puccini.

One of his best operas

and one of the best
operas ever written.

And my second favorite.

Tosca is
substandard, Sebastian.

Rigoletto is genius.

Puccini was a pop star.

Verdi was an artist.

I'm sorry, Rigoletto?

You know him, don't you hon?

I don't think so.

Come on, Haley.

Jesters, assassins,
La Donna E Mobile.

Nobody asked for a
fucking serenade from you.

Rigoletto is about the
fickleness of women.

And if you don't or
can't accept that,

you must resign yourself
to a life of misery.

Speak for yourself.

I will.

That's so sad.

Not as sad as Carmine's
favorite, Bluebeard's Castle.

Sebastian, Chianti.

Right.

You guys are in for a surprise.

This wine is like a
cousin of the Barolo.

Very special wine.

Not everyone gets to try it.

Thank you.

So enjoy it while you can.

We will.

Bluebeard's Castle, oh,
he's got the wives, right?

Yeah, that's the one
where Bluebeard comes home

with his new wife by
the name of Judith.

Young, beautiful,
very perceptive.

She knows something's wrong.

You see, because Bluebeard
has three other wives.

And not only that,
they have their own

elaborate treasure rooms with
their own joys and delights.

What she doesn't know is
that they live together

in a torture chamber of sorts.

And he collects
their tears in a lake

because he thinks it's pretty.

So then here's Bluebeard
arriving home triumphantly

with his brand new
beautiful bride.

That castle is dark,
so Judith politely asks

to open the doors
to allow the sun in.

Bluebeard refuses,
but she insists.

So she sets about
opening the first

of the seven doors,
which shows...

A blood-stained
torture chamber.

That's right.

The second is a room
full of deadly weapons.

The third is an elaborately
decorated treasure chamber.

The fourth, garden of beauty.

The fifth...

Bluebeard's kingdom.

Once vast and white, now
gloomy and stained with blood.

And what was the sixth?

The sea of sorrow.

It was a bloody lake of tears.

Same thing.

No, it's not.

So Judith opens that
last and final door,

and what do you think
she finds, Haley?

Bluebeard's three wives.

They walk out with their
necks bent forward,

weighted down by
heavily jeweled crowns.

Before she could do
anything about it,

he places a crown on her head
so that she can't escape.

And she realizes that those
tears are from the other wives

and that she'll be a part of
that for the rest of her life.

And yadda, yadda, yadda,
they all have sex together.

That's what all
operas are about.

No, they're not.

They're about love.

Oh, same thing.

No, it's not.

Ask Berg.

Berg?

Berg is the author
of my favorite opera.

Oh my God.

Shut your fucking face.

Here we go.

Wozzeck.

It's the tale of a brilliant
but poor and troubled soldier

who is constantly being
lectured to by his betters

about the qualities
of a decent man,

which of course
they think he isn't.

And they taunt him incessantly
because of his lusts

for women and drink.

The opera begins with a
conversation between Wozzeck

and his captain,

whom he skillfully shaves
with the sharpest of razors.

And his captain is giving
him hell as per usual,

but Wozzeck says...

It's nearly impossible
for a poor man to be moral.

And he quotes the
Gospel of Mark's

admonition on the lips of Jesus,

to suffer the little
children to come unto me,

which only confuses
the captain thoroughly.

How many little
children have you suffered

to come on you, Father V.?

You're a disgusting cunt.

Wozzeck is sworn to
his role as a soldier,

to a life of following
orders, to a ritual,

and to a woman, Marie, a
great love whom he believes

he cannot in practical
fact have or deserve.

Hey.

He believes the wrong
people, the wrong truth.

He convinces himself that he
is not worthy of this woman.

His mind turns in upon itself.

And having convinced himself
assuredly that she has

betrayed him, he murders his
beloved beneath the blood moon.

And then he drowns himself
in a lake with the words...

I thought you
were here for me.

The moon is blood.

Help.

Something
wrong, Haley?

It's fine.

We're fine.

Are we missing something?

I had some things happen
to me when I was young.

And this whole conversation
just, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be downer.

Go right on ahead.

It's a family
affair and just not

proper dinner
conversation, right hon?

I'm sure that we'd
all like to hear

from Haley herself, Jeffrey.

Discussing it makes
her uncomfortable.

My mother killed
my stepfather.

He used to...

He raped you.

Okay, this is just a
little too personal now.

My mother was
manic-depressive.

I don't know if she knew it
was happening to her or not.

One day she just broke.

One Saturday my stepfather
was yelling at her again,

calling her names, berating her.

Drunk as usual.

I've never seen
her look so calm.

She looked right at me,

and then she just started
screaming like some wild thing

and then just started
hacking him to pieces.

And I was screaming
and I was screaming.

And I asked her to stop,
and it didn't stop.

She didn't stop.

And then she cut her own throat.

And I spent the next
two years in hospitals

staring at ink blots.

Rorschach tests.

My mother was chief of surgery

and my father was a sheriff.

I was a spoiled brat.

I wanted everything.

I would pitch a fit
if I didn't get it.

One day, my parents sat me
down and served me liver.

That doesn't sound so bad.

Human liver.

You see, the body was on
my mama's operating table.

Brought the liver home,
my daddy prepared it,

and they sat me down and
made me eat every bite

while they lectured
me on gluttony.

I'm so sorry.

And my father said to me, boy,

you only one step away
from being an animal.

Everybody got scars.

Some are just more
well-hidden than others.

Haley, stop.

Can you excuse us for a bit?

Of course.

What did I tell you?

What did I say?

Enough about your
fucked up past, Haley.

Get off.

Not another goddamn
word, do you understand?

- Look at me.
- Yes.

Good girl.

Pull yourself together.

And Haley, pull yourself
together, fix your hair.

Don't take so long.

And put on a fuckin'
smile, it's a party.

Everything okay?

Everything's
great, absolutely.

I want to apologize for my wife.

You know, she just doesn't
understand that some things

are best left unsaid, you know?

I think it was good
for her actually.

You do.

Sure, talking about one's
pain can cleanse the soul.

Maybe better done in
private, though, you know?

Not with a group of
people you just met.

What are you staring at?

You're a little more French
than I'm accustomed to.

Excuse me, I'm gonna...

What you meant was you're
not accustomed to it on women.

Because what's standard,
what's normative

is always different
for us, for Haley.

But anyways, your approval
of my physical presentation

is neither desired nor required.

Are you sure you're okay?

I don't know, it just
sort of came on me.

Well, maybe you should
get some more wine.

I'm sorry.

Haley, darling,
are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Apologies.

Jeffrey, is everything
copacetic over there?

Just I couldn't stop coughing.

And now I can't...

I just can't cool down.

This music is gorgeous.

It's Tosca, a
veritable diamond mine

of melody and emotion and sex.

The plot of Madame Butterfly
is far more interesting.

Oh, who gives a fuck
about the plot, Aggie?

It's about how the thing
makes you feel in your crotch.

Hit all the right notes, you
go home, you get laid.

I want to hear the
plot, if you don't mind.

Tosca is a...

A singer named
Floria Tosca is in love

with a painter named Mario.

Now Mario has a
friend, Angelotti,

who's being hunted
by the local police.

Mario decides to hide Angelotti
in the basement of a church.

But the police chief, Scarpia,
arrests and tortures Mario,

forcing him to
reveal the location

of Angelotti's hiding place.

Scarpia makes a deal with Tosca.

He says, give yourself to
me mind, body, and soul,

and I'll let your lover
and his friend go free.

What does she do?

She agrees, sacrifices
herself for the one she loves.

But in opera as in life,
nothing is ever as it seems.

It's time.

Scarpia releases Mario who
is angered at Tosca's betrayal.

Scarpia's men drag
the painter away,

leaving him alone with Tosca.

He sings to her, proclaiming
his sinful lusts,

his desire for knowledge,
right then and there.

When Tosca realizes

that she has betrayed
herself before God,

she raises her voice
in prostration.

Why is happening?

She grabs the knife
from the dinner table

and holds it high
and so weaves her

her immortal words.

This is Tosca's kiss.

No!

You're fucking crazy!

No!

Lucky girl.

He is a grower.

No, no, no!

I would say he's
sufficiently weakened.

Sebastian, if you will,
my cleaver and my apron.

Calm yourself.

Calm yourself.

Calm yourself, all right?

Killing you is not
nearly as elegant

as what we have planned, okay?

We need you.

We all do.

You are necessary.

See, we, each of us, have very
specific wants and desires

that we'd like to share
with you if that's okay.

- No, no.
- We can't just

reveal them to everybody.

Just you.

And once we've completed our
tasks, satiated ourselves,

we'll send you on your way.

One way or another.

I trust you've
prepared your room.

Boys, if you'd be so kind.

Oh, you have one hour.

I'll be timing you.

I must prepare my kitchen.

One, two, three.

The head, good, I need it.

You look awful
pretty, don't you think?

No, no, no.

You don't like it?

Bottoms up.

Ta da!

What is this?

This is a date.

I know what you're thinking.

You're like, there's no point.

He's deader than last
season's La Boheme.

But you see to me, Haley,
dead is very stimulating.

And thanks to the ginseng
and phenethylamine

I slipped in the wine, there
is a point, a very stiff point.

You want to do what?

You cad.

You're fucking crazy.

Now now, Haley,
sit back and enjoy.

I mean, after all,
you have had worse.

Good girls always
listen to their superiors.

You know that, don't you?

No!

She's having fun
up there, isn't she?

She always does.

Don't you have to
prepare the altar?

Indeed, I do.

You finish up here.

But I still have
to get dressed.

Floral cunt.

I've heard your words, and
I bow before your wisdom.

I have seen the path.

I know what I must do.

Are you all right?

I'm not an evil woman.

I have urges like
everybody else.

It's just that
mine are different.

What I do comes from love,
like the love my daddy gave me.

He owned a funeral home.

And one sunny afternoon he
caught me in the basement

with a girl.

He said it was unnatural,

and if I wanted something
unnatural, he'd give it to me.

So he forced me on a dead man

he was preparing for a viewing.

He did it because he loved me.

What I do comes from love.

You see, to this day, the only
thing that makes me hornier

than a beautiful
woman is a corpse.

One of those inclinations
was born in me.

The other was placed there.

You're a disgusting
murderer, Agatha.

That would be
Sebastian, not me.

You are complicit.

I suppose you got me there.

Why don't you just kill
me and get it over with?

Carmine told you why.

I'm not the only
one who needs you.

They're all waiting for you.

We're sharing ourselves
with you out of love.

By torturing me.

Potato, potato.

I have to go bathe.

I have to go bathe.

I'll be back in a bit, darling.

Which sounds more appealing,
cherry blossom or lavender?

Fuck you.

You're right,
lavender.

Sadie, your turn!

Herbs are amazing things.

They grow and
sustain, they heal.

Some can even kill.

Do you have a favorite?

Sage.

Why should a man die who
has sage in his garden?

In the Middle Ages, it
was used to treat fevers.

And according to the Angles,

if one should eat it during
May, one would become immortal.

The Romans associated it with
sacrifice, and the Dutch even

traded it for Chinese
tea in the 17th century.

A bad deal.

The Chinese had far from
perfected tea at that point.

Believe me.

Sage mixed with certain
herbs and minerals

can create something
truly unique.

Something empowering.

There we are.

We better hurry, Carmine
will want his kitchen back.

How could you do this him?

What?

How could you do this to us?

Jeff sucked, Haley.

- No.
- You know it and I know it.

You're better off.

- No.
- What the fuck

were you doing with
that guy anyway?

Open your mouth.

No.

This is meant to
empower you, to help you.

You'll need your strength later.

- Haley.
- No.

- Darling.
- No!

You're spilling it, Haley.

You'll feel better
soon, darling.

Shall we begin?

After death, there are
several post-mortem changes.

The regulatory systems,
oxygen intake, blood flow,

waste removal, and so
on all come to a halt.

Bacteria multiplies dissolving
the body from the inside out.

Blood settles in various
low points in the body.

The organs wilt,
the muscles stiffen.

You with me so far?

Good.

Due to this process, it's
necessary that I work quickly.

The flesh of any human being

is almost always 30%
skin and 40% fat.

The rest is muscle, which
we massage with olive oil.

Yeah, and garlic.

Pinch of salt.

We don't want to dry it out.

I like rosemary.

The most important thing,
and don't you tell anyone,

my secret spice mix.

Now we're ready for the oven.

Please just let me go.

I won't tell anyone
anything, I swear.

And miss dinner after all
the effort that went into it?

No, I think not!

To turn down a meal
of this magnitude

would be nothing
less than sacrilege.

You can't make me eat this.

Oh, Haley, what
do you have left?

A few bad memories
and what I'm sure

is a moderate collection
of off-the-rack sundresses.

Is that anything
to look forward to?

You're gonna get
caught, all of you.

No, we won't.

We're the dinner party.

We are the untouchable elite.

Time for church.

Oh no, already?

You know preparation
is my favorite part.

Come back here!

Please, please,
please help me!

Please help me!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Whoa, easy, easy.
- They killed my husband

and they're trying to kill me.

We need to go.

They're trying to kill me.

You gotta calm down, ma'am.

Take a breath, easy, easy.

Now what's the problem?

There's
no problem, Officer.

No!

Oh, you found her, thank God.

He's one of them,
he killed my husband.

Haley, calm down.

She's my sister-in-law,
she's upset.

A little anxiety attack
brought on by too much wine.

That's bullshit!

Hey, stop it, both of you.

Now we're gonna stay calm and
we're gonna sort this out.

You got it?

Yes, sir.

What happened?

Is that blood?

She has a mental condition.

It's finger paint and
full-bodied red wine.

Sir, I'm not addressing you.

If I want information
from you, I'll ask you.

Right now, I'm asking her.

No problem.

What's your name, ma'am?

Haley, Haley Duncan.

Mhm.

And he killed my
husband in that house.

That house?

Yes, they chopped his head
off right in front of me,

and they butchered him.

Haley, I'm...

Sir!

So who's they, ma'am?

Him and his friends.

They're all fucking sick.

Vincent and Agatha, Sadie
something, and Carmine, they're...

Carmine, Carmine Braun?

- Yes.
- The doctor.

Yes, they're gonna
eat my husband.

They're gonna
eat your husband?

Like yum yum eat him up?

They're gonna eat my husband.

Well, I've never
heard of that one yet.

What's your name, sir?

Sebastian Todd, Officer.

Well, what do you know
about all of this, Mr. Todd?

Haley has a mental condition
and she's confused and angry.

- You fucking liar!
- Hey, hey, hey!

- No, he killed my husband!
- Calm down!

He's lying!

Calm down!

Now what we have here are
two very conflicting reports.

Now this is my regular patrol,

and I have never known Dr.
Braun to cause any trouble.

Excuse me.

But on the other hand, Mr.
Todd, your sister-in-law here...

I am not his sister-in-law.

As you say she is

has certainly experienced
something traumatic.

So here's the game-plan, kids.

Inside, both of you, now!

Yes, sir.

Out.

Ma'am?

No, I'm not going
back in that house.

Ma'am, I'm an
officer of the law.

I'll be right beside
you the whole time.

You'll be more than safe.

Haley, darling,
how are you feeling?

Why she looks fine.

Dr. Braun.

Deputy, thank you for
returning my patient.

I was just about to call 911.

Mhm, seems we have a little
trouble we need to address.

Seems Miss Duncan here
is under the impression

that you murdered her
husband and plan to eat him.

Well yes, I suppose...

What do I keep telling
you people over and over?

No more ropes, scarves,
or any of that shit.

See these?

Solid steel, and they
never come untied.

You folks who claim
to be so cultured,

you sure do make a lot of
damn dumbass decisions.

You are absolutely
correct, Deputy, as usual.

I suppose we can
be slow of study.

Preoccupied with certain
artistic flights of fancy.

However, we can arrange
another place setting

for a certain someone.

I'm flattered, Doc.

Hey!

It's rude to leave a party
without thanking the host.

Now get away from the door, now.

Haley, love, relax.

All will be fine.

Just calm down now, Haley.

Vincent, please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Stay away from me or I
will fucking kill you.

Haley, Haley,
just calm down now.

Here's what I need you
to understand right now.

Right now there are two
paths spread out before you.

Now the first path is painless.

You drop the fire poker, you
come with me, the story ends.

If you choose not to do
that, the second path,

it's excruciatingly
fucking painful.

I promise you that.

It's up to you.

I advise you, however,
to choose wisely.

Now did I tell you?

Give me that.

Enough.

We need her, the
ceremony requires it.

Go on.

Hallowed morning star,
accept our offering this night.

Bathe us in your divine darkness

and grant us your
unyielding power.

Hail, light bringer.

Hail, light bringer.

Hail, light bringer.

Hail, light bringer.

Accept our sacrifice.

Fill us with your spirit.

We bow to your will.

Imbue this flesh and
blood with your magic

and your inexorable might.

Recognize our devotion.

I, your high priestess, deem
this sacrifice acceptable

and beg your blessing.

And bless this vessel
bathed in your holy blood

that it may become an
instrument of your will.

No!

Let us
consume and be blessed.

Are the followers willing?

CARMINE, SEBASTIAN, AND
AGATHA: We are willing.

Me first.

I have steaks to sear.

May the lord of fire
keep you in his heart.

Praise be.

May the lord of fire
keep you in his heart.

Praise be.

May the lord of fire
keep you in his heart.

Praise be.

And now a song of worship.

The ceremony is at an end.

Let us go forth and
serve our faith.

Let's eat.

May I present filet of Duncan.

Carpaccio con riso.

Haley, dear, you are in
for a very rare treat.

Bon appetit.

I want my pills.

I need my pills.

I need Jeff.

I'm telling you, your
husband is delicious, darling.

You're really missing out.

She might need a little help.

Nobody should be
left out of this.

- No.
- Here, have some.

No.

How about if I bring
Mr. Airplane with it?

Like I did with you.

The fighter pilot.

That's it.

That's it.

- Oh!
- Oh.

What the fuck?

What the fuck did you do?

- I didn't do anything.
- Is she dead?

Haley?

- Haley?
- Haley?

Haley?

She's in shock.

Okay, is that a...

You fucking bitch!

What did you do?

What did you do?

I gave her her power
back and then some.

You fucking bitch!

So what now?

We wait here for Brooks.

Bullshit.

Brooks can do the paperwork,
we make the kills.

First Haley, then Sadie.

Are you sure that's wise?

No.

Brooks has a gun, Bastian.

What do we have?

Legitimate question.

What are we gonna
do with the body?

Compost?

For crying out loud.

I need some fuckin' air.

Oh shit.

Looky looky, sugar cookie.

You think you're
fuckin' clever, huh?

Come in, thanks.

What happened?

Sheriff's department!

Don't move!

I said freeze!

Let me see.

- Ah, fuck!
- Fuck.

Fuck.

Who did this to you?

Sadie.

I think I'm dying.

You are not.

- You are not dying.
- I'm fucking dying.

- I'm gonna die.
- You are not dying.

Where is she now?

I don't know, she disappeared.

Okay, okay, you're not dying.

You're gonna stay
right behind me.

Okay, come on, come on.

Okay, come on, all right.

It's on now.

Fuck.

Shh.

- What the fuck is wrong...
- Shh.

Carmine.

Carmine.

Oh, Carmine, can you hear me?

Carmine.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Nice, full-bodied red
they bought for $12.

Pagliacci, my favorite opera.

A theater troupe comes
to town to put on a play

called The Troubles
of Pagliacci.

That's the title, right?

Nedda, a member of the theater
troupe, is having an affair

with Silvio, a real
man-about-town type.

Her husband Canio,
who plays Pagliacci,

finds out during the
play's performance.

Right in the middle
of the performance.

That's tough.

The cuckolded Canio sings his
sad love song, pouring out

all of his pain and shame
for all the world to see.

He's not acting anymore,
and the crowd roars.

He proceeds to kill
Nedda and Silvio.

Right then and there, drenched
in the blood of his wife

and her lover, he sings.

The comedy is finished.

Go home, be merry, or at
least go to Sardi's.

That hurts.

Go home and forget all about me,

and I'll forget all about you.

I know you've had
a hell of a night.

We both have.

But I know there's still
some reason in you.

It's been an intense pleasure.

Shit.

Well, for the record, that
dress is a goddamn tragedy.

Well played, love.

Are you angry at me?

You choose what's next.

The answer to your question
is no, you are not crazy.

And this isn't hell.

I can heal your wounds
too, inside and out.

What are you?

Complicated question.

I could tell you in words,
but it would take eons.

Let's try this instead.

You're the devil.

No, no, not at all.

I'm, or I was, back when
the Earth was a big garden.

A sprawling paradise.

You were...

I was the first woman
forced into existence

in order to breed with
a mound of mud and shit.

Day after day, a servant
to maker and man.

Then came the serpent, and
the serpent whispered to me,

and my eyes were opened.

I ate the fruit and savored
it for what it was, the truth.

I was punished, of course.

She shall become an
abode for jackals.

And yes, I was cursed to walk
this Earth until the seas boil

with only the blood
of man to sustain me.

I was not cast out of the
garden, Haley, I left.

I know what my choice meant.

But to be a slave, even in
paradise, is no life at all.

My father is listening.

Right now, Haley, he is
everywhere and nowhere.

He knows you suffer
just as I once did.

I'm nothing like you.

Of course you are.

You married Jeff because
you felt you had to,

and you came to dinner.

And when things got bad, you
fought back just like before.

I know all about it,
and I don't blame you.

Not a bit.

I know you had to lie

just like you had to
kill your stepfather.

He stole your childhood,
and you punished him for it.

And your mother, she
couldn't protect you.

She knew what was happening,

and she couldn't move
herself to lift a finger.

She got what she deserved,
we both know that.

You freed her, you
freed yourself.

I had no choice.

Everyone has a choice, love.

You chose to let Jeff
treat you like garbage.

And if you had chosen to lay
down and die, that would be it.

But you didn't.

I see great things in you.

So I can have it all for
the price of my soul, right?

I don't want your soul.

Haley, I want you by my side.

I want love, pure
and unadulterated.

Partner, aren't you
tired of feeling alone?

I am.

Together, we can live
fully and completely until

the sky falls, the seas are
dry, and the sun turns to ash,

when my father will welcome
us home with open arms.

Choose.

Welcome home, baby.

Are we
sure about this?

Why wouldn't we be?

We don't really know them.

That's why we're here,
babe, to get to know them.

Plus they've got connections,
serious connections.

Are you sure I look okay?

Are you kidding?

Tammy, honey, you look hot.

It'll be all I can do not to
jump you on the dinner table.

If they're lesbians,
they might object to that.

Maybe, maybe not.

Hi.

That's weird.

Gotcha.

I had you, didn't I?

You did.

Completely.

My apologies.

My wicked streak runs deep.

You must be Phil, and
you must be Tammy.

I'm Haley, thank you for coming.

We wouldn't have missed it.

Would've been
a real shame if you had.

And this is my wife, Sadie.

The Rowlins, my love.

Welcome, please make
yourselves at home

while we finish
our preparations.

I'm sure you're starving.

Oh, we are.

And we brought wine.

How thoughtful.

Welcome to our home.

You can wait in there.

Did you buy new candles
for the altar, baby?

I always do.

Good, now gimme a kiss.

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