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(swishing)

- Well, I can tell you a funny story.

I was in, uh, I was with some family friends

and we were doing one of those obstacle courses

that you like go on and you have

to harness yourself to everything

and they were older than me, so they, um,

they wanted to go on the black course,

so I was just like, okay, I'm gonna hold my own,

and it was like a three-hour thing

and we're like, holding on for dear life

like on logs and going zip-lining into nets

and like this whole crazy thing,

and, finally, we're getting to the last stretch

where you just have to zip-line into a net and then,

like, harness yourself on and then slowly go down,

so I went, landed perfectly, um,

and there I harnessed myself a little bit,

then I, I go down and then I un-harness myself

so that I can just, you know, walk down,

and all of a sudden I see my friend,

he was a big guy, come zip-lining into the net

and I'm still in the net, and so he crashes,

I go flying in the air, land flat on my face in the gravel.

(laughing)

Oh, it was just so funny now,

but at the time, it was really painful.

(beeping)

(gentle music)

- [Saam] Who are you?

- [Woman] I'm a person.

- [Saam] That's all?

- I don't know.

I was born in London.

Who are you?

- It's my turn to ask questions.

- [Woman] Fine, so what's the question?

- [Saam] The question is who are you?

- It's a dumb question.

- Okay.

Do you think you're attractive?

- Yes.

- [Saam] Are you smart?

- [Woman] Yes.

- Are you sexual?

- Yes.

- Are you scared of dying?

- [Woman] I'm not sure.

- [Saam] What's your favorite color?

- Yellow?

- [Saam] Why was who are you such a dumb question?

- Because it doesn't mean anything.

Who am I?

I'm Ashley, I'm a frog, I was born in London, so what?

- Okay.

- You're weird.

- [Saam] And so are you.

- [Woman] Yeah.

(vehicle honking)

(electric buzzing)

- [Therapist] Saam, you need to start taking your meds.

- I don't wanna do drugs.

I mean, I feel like I'm already on drugs, what's the point?

- I mean, listen, what can I say?

You know, I'm not a proponent

of taking drugs for the sake of themselves.

I just feel like in conjunction with what we're trying

to do here, it would really work.

I think you're being stubborn,

and that your ego is putting up all these walls.

Let me put it this way, if you keep repeating

the same behaviors that got you into this,

how do you expect to have any progress?

- You're gonna quote Einstein now?

- Einstein didn't say that.

Actually Einstein said, how can we solve our problems

with the same level of thinking that created them?

- It's the same shit.

It's exactly the same meaning.

All right, okay, I'm being an asshole, all right.

I don't, um,

I don't feel like myself.

I don't feel comfortable these days.

I have a hard time breathing.

I keep thinking about breathing when I sleep.

I mean, how long have we been doing this?

- Therapy?

My friend, we're not doing therapy.

We are listening to our expression,

and I think it's important to not get hung up on time.

- Get hung up on time, money is coming out of my pocket

into your pocket, all right, there's a transaction here.

Would you be here for me for free?

- If it was something that was absolutely

necessary, yes, I would.

Okay, you know what?

I, uh, I gotta get going because I have a three o'clock.

You know, I didn't talk about this,

but I think that this might help you.

I don't know, just read it and see what you think.

- I wanna have five kids.

- Who's the lucky guy?

(laughing)

'Cause that's not gonna be me.

Are you mad?

If I spin this and it goes to you,

it means you're mad, okay?

If it goes to me, it means

that I can certainly draw better than you.

- You cheated somehow.

(sighs)

(humming)

- [Woman On TV] I've been having way too many pills.

- [Woman On TV] Really?

- [Woman On TV] People have stopped bending towards me.

And then so they get thrown out.

- [Saam] Come here.

- Stop.

- Come here!

- No, stop, ow, you're hurting me!

- I'm not, what?

- Yeah you are, you're pinching my back.

- Oh my god.

- Oh my gosh!

- [Saam] Come here.

- Stop, Saam!

- Come here.

- Stop, seriously, I'm trying to watch.

Okay?

(woman on TV laughs)

(static crackling) (mournful music)

- [Tom] Take the fucking job, man.

- [Saam] Why am I getting the same bullshit gigs

over and over again with you?

- 'Cause that's what it is.

- [Saam] Mm-hm.

- All this shit's just to roll the dice, man!

Nobody's more talented than anybody else.

I live in fucking reality!

- [Saam] What's reality, Tom?

- Listen, Saam, I'm not going

to get into some psychological debate

on the nature of reality.

I want what you want.

I wanna fuck.

I want money.

I wanna eat goddamn sushi whenever I want.

This isn't about Fukushima or ISIS,

saving the whales, goddamn two-state solution.

I wanna eat pussy whenever I want.

You think that's vulgar or that I don't have morals?

Nah, man, that's life, that's reality.

- Bravo, that's what you think I want?

- [Tom] It is what you want, you just don't know it yet.

- You're an asshole, Tom, I got in with the wrong partner.

You are the wrong person for me.

- See, that's what you think,

that's what you tell yourself.

Look where you're at, this is Holly-fucking-wood, bro!

You think they built that on some Godard bullshit?

Some Kurosawa fuckery?

Mm-mm, look,

this is you, this is it,

this is you getting over it.

This is you, this is you, this is you getting over you.

- I can kick your head in, all right?

Always keep that in the back of your fucking mind,

all right?

- Yeah, yeah, no, I know, you're real buff, man.

God, I hate this shit, took a fucking bullshit meeting

like this, fucking ad company dick sucks,

fucking client, fucking talent!

Let me tell ya, had to do this over again,

I'd go into tech, design apps, make real fucking money.

- What is this, some reverse psychology?

- Stop being a baby and take the job,

the money, this isn't gonna last forever, man,

small windows close real quick.

Take the job, Saam.

- I'll think about it.

- [Tom] I beg you.

- I'll think about it, all right?

I have to go.

- So, a week from today.

- Take a nice swim, ah, Jesus Christ.

- Always a pleasure, Saam!

Take the fucking job!

(birds chirping)

- [Director] Quiet on the set!

Quiet please!

Sound speed.

- [Camera Man] Opening up.

You can hear that a lot.

- There a signal?

- Yeah, still going.

- Ready now?

- [Director] Yes.

(gentle music)

Okay, action.

- [Man] Guys.

Stand one, pull it back for her.

(indistinct talking)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Yup, all right, we got something at least.

- [Woman] Yeah, let's get her,

let's get her feet.

Just like walking shots.

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Let me just get focus.

(indistinct talking)

Tuck all the way in, tuck all the way in!

Action!

(dramatic music)

(indistinct talking)

(clinking)

- Shit. - Hi, is Danica home?

Hello. - Saam, this is Zorana.

Zorana, this is Saam.

- Nice to meet you, Zorana. - Sorry.

- No, it's okay.

You, uh, just paying tribute, having some fun?

- What do you mean?

- I don't mean anything.

It was nice meeting you.

- Yes.

(speaking in foreign language)

- She's only here for a month or so.

- Isn't she gonna mess with your business?

- No, it won't be any trouble.

You want? - She seems nice, though.

Same business?

(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

- [Woman] Happy Birthday, To Me!

- And all my friends, I got (mumbles)

(speaking in foreign language)

And it's a good time to be here.

And everybody wins.

(dramatic music)

- I would really get into watching like pro-wrestling.

That was my shit.

Saturday comes around, I'm waking up seven o'clock sharp.

I got my Saturday morning cartoons on.

I got my punch, my lemonade.

I'm chilling.

And then 12 o'clock my freakin' wrestling show would come in

and once Soul Train goes on that means

then Saturday morning is finished.

First of all, wrestling was a really bad influence.

(bell dinging) Let me just get that

out of the way.

It was, um, 'cause, 'cause, 'cause,

me and my brother would really like try and do that stuff.

We would, actually, like I'm not kidding.

I remember one time my brother

freakin' power-dropped me in the freakin' marble floor.

We made home videos of us wrestling.

And, looking back at it now,

it could have been worse than how it ended.

Actually, we were lucky that nothing happened

because like a lot of that stuff we were doing,

we were really doing.

Like, but since I was really young, you know,

like I was really punching them or whatever,

but it wasn't really hurting them that much

because the people I was wrestling with

were like freakin' 10 years older than me.

You know, I was like freakin' 10.

They were like 16, 17.

I was freakin' wrestling with high school kids, okay.

Let's be honest here.

And a lot it, we would script out the punches.

We'd make the punches look fake on purpose

'cause we wanted to make it look

like a real professional wrestling match.

We'd like to slam, jump off the bed,

and my brother would really like double knee-drop me.

It was like a freakin' psycho.

I didn't know what the freak was going on.

Like he would really jump off the freakin' bed

and he would come down on me with both knees

and he wouldn't even block, he wouldn't do anything.

He would just, knees.

And then we're putting it on film.

I remember my brother and my dad saw that.

He saw that stuff, dude.

And I was still like the same age,

like at the same time, not like recently,

but like at that time.

He actually saw that tape and I just remember him

yelling at my brother, like in Farsi too.

Like every single bad word you could imagine.

He would just be, and my brother and my mom would be like,

is no big deal, they're just playing.

They're just playing.

And then my brother and my dad would like rewind the tape.

He'd be like, is this playing?

Is this playing?

He's freakin', he's slamming his head against the ground.

Is that playing?

But, no, my dad was upset.

Like he was pissed.

First of all, he was mad that we did it.

Then he was more mad that we showed him it.

So, we showed him it.

We were like, dad, look what we did!

You think WWF is cool, check this out.

We put in the tape, freakin' dad was like wigging out.

He was like, are you guys crazy?

You could break his neck.

He's like, but now, now that I'm older,

now, I'm looking at it now,

I'm thinking about it now, at this age,

and I'm thinking, damn, he was freakin' right.

What the freak were we doing?

Like that was just high-risk.

And there was no springboard mat.

Like we were doing it all on the floor

and, yeah, that was pretty bad.

Basically, it all started when we started

videotaping us wrestling.

That's where it all started,

to do our own home movies 'cause we were old enough

to actually take control of the camera

because my dad had like this big camera with a VCR camera.

It was like over the head.

You had to like put it over your shoulder

to hold it steady.

So, we were old enough to handle it at this point.

I was like 10.

I was also into horror movies.

And so, my brother actually came up with the idea

to let's make our own little fun movie

and watch it and have a good laugh.

And so, we did, we're like let's do one about Halloween.

But, at this time, like how we're gonna do Halloween?

We don't have Michael Myers' masks.

We had to go with the supplies we had.

So, we're like, well, what about Friday the 13th?

I have a mask for that.

Oh yeah, that's the thing!

The funny thing is we were making a movie, Friday the 13th,

and they had me playing the role of Jason.

Like a short, four-foot guy who's like a 10-year-old kid.

But the thing is, though, we kinda,

we were thinking outside of the box.

This was Jason in the beginning.

Like, you know, when he got drowned as a kid?

So, this was supposed to be

like the young Jason, I guess because we also made a sequel

which we ended up losing that tape.

But that's when Jason got bigger or whatever.

So, anyway, so I was playing the Jason.

He put a little shirt over my head

to make it look like I'm bald

because you know Jason didn't have hair or whatever.

It's like all skin.

So they had to put the mask on me

and made me do this Jason thing.

It was like my brother was directing the whole thing.

He was like you're gonna be laying here.

Oh, I even conducted the music!

I was on the piano and started to play

like some dark intro thing for this movie

and we just kind of did it like ourselves

and my brother was like narrating it.

He was like Jason and Irvine.

It was like what the freakin', Jason takes over Irvine.

'Cause, at the time, there was a movie

called Jason takes Manhattan came out.

So, we kinda parodied that.

At the time, we weren't thinking it was a parody.

But now, looking back at it, it was a parody.

You know, Jason takes Manhattan.

Jason terrorizes Irvine, you know?

It was kinda like that.

(groaning)

- [Boy] Anybody home?

(toy gun firing)

(groaning)

- [Boy] That's Johnson.

- You killed Johnson?

(toy gun firing)

- I'll be back.

(suspenseful music)

- [Saam] What's reality, Tom?

- Listen, Saam, I'm not going to get into

some psychological debates on the nature of reality.

I want what you want.

You just don't know it yet.

(film whirring)

I want what you want.

You just don't know it yet.

- Okay, that's the part we're gonna cut.

I think this will work.

Ah, this is lagging a little bit.

Avid's so much easier to use.

(violin humming)

The orchestra would hit like that.

Zoom!

Some filmmakers have this idea

that, if you rely too much on music,

you're not doing your job as a filmmaker

'cause you're trying to manipulate the audience.

And, you know, that's certainly a fair point

and it depends on what kind of movie you're making

and, sometimes, you don't want that.

But music is one of your tools,

like as a filmmaker you're manipulating the audience.

That just kinda goes without saying.

Even if you're trying to make

like a hard-edged, you know, verite, just filming life,

you're still manipulating the audience

by what you're showing them.

(dramatic violin music)

(kettle whistling)

- Why would you say something so crass?

- [Danica] Say what?

- About sucking me off.

- [Danica] I like dick, it's something I enjoy.

- Yeah, but that's not the only reason

I came over here, okay?

- [Danica] You don't have to say

something to mean something.

- You ever seen Hedgehog in the Fog?

- No, what's that?

- It's an animated movie.

- No.

- I thought all you Russians had seen it.

- I'm Serbian, asshole.

- Same difference.

Hold on.

We're just friends hanging out.

- This is friends.

- This is not friends.

No. - I'm sorry.

- This is not friends, right. - Okay.

What do you want me to do, tell your fortune?

- Yeah, actually, that sounds good.

- Okay.

This is your lifeline. - Mm-hm.

- So, here.

You're going to die.

- Okay.

- Today.

The cross here,

explosion.

It's an explosion.

- Mm-hm.

- You'd like to have a blow job.

- Okay, all right. - You'd like to have

a blow job.

- Yeah. Hold on, hold on.

Do you understand, hold on,

do you understand the concept of friendship?

- Yeah, this is friends.

- No, this is not friends, okay?

I don't go and grab my friends fucking tits

out of nowhere, right?

I don't say, hey Kevin, I want to suck your fat cock.

That's not friends here, all right?

You understand?

- I'm sorry.

- [Saam] There's nothing to be sorry about.

- What, what do you want?

Okay.

- Listen, come here. - No!

No! - Come here!

- Why?

- Come here, I wanna hang out with you.

♪ Some saw the color of my eyes ♪

♪ In this kaleidoscope of faces ♪

- Oh, you fucking asshole, stop it!

♪ And the beauty of my name ♪

♪ And the music resonates ♪

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Woman] Hello!

(speaking in foreign language)

(birds squawking)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Aye, you guys remember Dianna from high school?

(laughing)

- [Robert] I always wanted to fuck her.

- Oh, you know what?

I always wanted to fuck Dianna's sister.

- [Both] Oh!

- Come on, man! - Nasty!

- What?

- Aye, I'd still fuck her now, huh.

- Of course you would.

- Oh, you are a vile creature, Robert.

- Aye, come on, bro.

You'd fuck it too.

- No, I would not.

- [Robert] Yes, you would.

Couple beers deep, bro.

- You could have my sloppy seconds.

- Aye, whatever happened to Spencer?

- Who? - Blonde kid, short hair.

Real fucking jerk.

The kid I knocked out at Carl's Junior.

- Oh yeah, yeah, I remember that guy.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Why you thinking about that, dude?

- I don't know, man.

I guess I just wanted to say I was sorry.

- Sorry for kicking his ass?

- Yeah.

Felt bad.

- Why don't you look him up on Facebook or something?

- Yeah. - Facebook, nah man.

That's for fucking faggots like this guy

updating all the time.

Doo-doo-doo, just took a shower, hashtag clean.

- Very clever, man.

- Either that or take a selfie.

- Yeah!

- So cute.

I'm not even online anymore.

- Yeah, whatever, bro.

- Dude, I kid you not, we had this conversation

like three days ago.

- What the fuck are you talking about, man?

- [Saam] No, we didn't.

- We've already done this.

- What are you talking about? - Yeah, I'm having a,

what's that called?

Deja vu.

- What? - Oh man.

- Yeah, like this moment has already happened.

- [Robert] You're a pothead, man.

- No, it's exactly the same way.

- No, you're sounding like Robert's fucking

ghost stories over here.

- You guys don't believe in ghosts?

- No, I don't believe in ghosts, man.

- Wait till that shit happens to you one day.

- Oh!

What happens?

- Don't be scured.

- Wait till the demons come for you, man.

In the middle of the night, bro, just fucking wait.

You'll fucking know what's up.

- Oh! - Threats over here.

- Yeah. - Demons.

- But the ghost ain't got this, son!

- What kind of demons we talking about, Robert?

- Just fucking wait, man.

Demons, shadow spears, man.

That's shit no fucking joke.

- What happens?

- You don't want any part

of that fucking shit, man. - What's the part?

What happens though?

Why don't you explain it to me?

- Well, you wake up in the middle of the fucking night,

fucking something standing over your bed.

- He left out the part where they come in their spaceship.

- What do they do, come fondle you?

- Yeah, I've seen UFOs too, man.

- They finger him at night.

- As long as they clean up afterwards.

- All right man, here's to your frickin' ghosts.

- Shots!

- This shit fucks you up.

- This shit fucks you up.

Stupid fool.

- Okay, drunkie.

- Why you such a fool, man?

- I'm down with whiskey, son.

- All right, cheers to the ghost.

- [Both] The ghost!

(dramatic music)

- You talking to me?

Huh?

You know who I am?

You know who I am?

You know what I can do?

You talking to me?

You must be talking to me 'cause there's nobody else here.

(wind roaring)

(dramatic music)

- [Boy] Hey!

Oh no, something's gone wrong!

What's going on here?

(boys shouting)

(upbeat music)

- [Boy] Mom, they're doing the same thing

I was doing on my birthday!

- [Boy] Yeah right!

- [Boy] Yeah, I had the punk rocker!

And it'd go I'm a punk rocker!

The one that you gave me.

(people chattering)

Hey!

Oh no, something's gone wrong!

What's going on here?

Not bad.

I'm having a good time.

(dramatic music)

- [Man] You know what this is about?

- [Saam] Yes.

- [Man] This is your last time. This is your last time to backdown.

- I understand.

- [Man] You sure?

- Yes.

- Things will never be the same.

- [Saam] I understand.

- [Man] Okay then.

Congratulation yourself, welcome to the team.

Go ahead and lie down, please.

(dramatic music)

- I wanna grab a drink tonight.

- [Saam] You wanna go grab drinks every night.

- I don't drink every night.

I wanna have fun.

Take me out then.

- No.

- [Woman] Fine, I'll go with my friends.

- Fuck your friends.

- Go fuck yourself.

- Listen, I don't want you going out

with all your drugged out bitches, okay.

Or all your fucking fag-hags from around town.

- [Woman] Oh, are you jealous?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm really jealous of your main gay, Neil.

Fucking twinkle toes Neil.

- Oh.

I get it.

You think that he wants to fuck me.

- No, I think he already did fuck you.

- Oh yeah.

So good.

He was

so big.

And so long.

- Why you being so fucking ridiculous right now?

- I'm not being ridiculous.

- All right, at least somebody's getting fucked.

Go do whatever the fuck you want.

Get out of here.

- I will.

(wind howling)

- What the fuck!

Who's there?

- Hey man.

Hey man, why that dumb look on your face?

You never seen a Bojangle before?

Me either, man.

I just made that shit up.

What's that smell, man?

You smoking some skunk or what?

What you not going to offer some?

Come on.

Pass me the fucking weed, man, come on.

Hurry up.

(coughing)

All right, shit, now we're getting somewhere.

Right, homeboy?

Listen man, I know what you planning on doing

and you know what?

Whatever floats your boat,

but you think things get easier on the other side?

I'm sure that's what you think, but are you so sure?

- Are you a spirit?

A ghost?

- Boo!

Come on, man.

Do I look like a fucking ghost to you?

All I'm saying is that if you blow your brains out

are you 100% certain that all your worries

are going to go away?

Whatever the fuck is going on with you.

- Yes.

Well, I won't exist.

- But how do you know that?

No, really, how the fuck do you know that?

- Well, I can't be a hundred percent for sure.

Look, you know what?

You got this all wrong.

I'm not trying to do what you think I'm trying to do.

- Shit, I've been scoping you out and I'm no dummy.

But if you want to fool yourself, go ahead and do it.

I'm just saying you don't know

that life's gonna be easier on the other side.

That's all.

- Maybe not, but it's probably better than this.

- Maybe you're right, buddy?

Maybe you're right.

Hey, you got any of that whiskey left, champ?

It's been a hell of a day.

(suspenseful music)

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Really?

- It doesn't matter.

- Yeah, it does. - No, it doesn't.

- What is your problem?

Why you acting like such a bitch?

- You!

You, you fuckhead!

You fucking dick, you're smothering me!

- There's the door.

You wanna leave, get the fuck out.

I've already seen...

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

Stop.

Stop.

(indistinct talking on TV)

(dramatic music)

Hey.

- [Woman] Mm-hm.

- [Saam] Come here.

Come here.

- Stop!

- [Saam] Come here.

- Seriously, stop.

- [Saam] What are you doing?

- I'm not in the mood.

- You're not in the fucking mood, bullshit!

What was that?

You're not in the fucking mood!

What the fuck!

- Do you love me?

- What do you mean?

- Exactly what I said.

- I mean, you mean metaphysically or what?

Like emotionally?

- [Woman] This isn’t Buddhism, you asshole.

Don't you know what love is?

- I mean the metaphysical part is not Buddhism.

But,

I don't know.

- Well, I love you.

- No, you don't.

- You're a big baby.

A child.

A big, dumb child.

- Okay.

(buzzing)

- [Woman] I was getting picked up at the airport.

And I was going through all the crowds and stuff

trying to find my mom.

And I knocked into someone and I looked down and I saw

like a pair of shoes and, for some reason,

I just like, I thought it was my dad.

So, I like hugged this guy without looking up.

And then I got really, really afraid

because it could have been a random person.

I didn't know who it was.

And as I like stepped back and looked up to see

who it was I just hugged, um, it was my dad.

And I was relieved.

(buzzing)

- [Saam] When I was 14 years old,

I was walking with my friend Arthur.

It was possibly in the fall or the winter.

What I know for sure was that it was a dry day.

One of those Santa Ana winds days.

It's funny what details you remember.

We were hanging out at my house playing video games

and it was a Wednesday which was part of our routine

because we would get out early from school.

I believe we were playing Shinobi or possibly Strider.

But it was on the Sega Genesis

because I was one of the first kids to get one.

We were having a great time.

So, the sun was starting to go down

and Arthur had to go home.

And I would walk him halfway home.

As we started walking, we stumbled upon a park.

I remember he was walking a little ahead of me

and I looked at him and, at that moment,

I had this weird, controlled rage come over me.

So, I started to push Arthur unprovoked.

Arthur was confused.

He didn't know what was going on.

So, he said, hey, what are you doing, man?

But I persisted.

I kept provoking him until he started to fight back.

And, because he started to fight back,

I went into full dominance

because I knew I had speed over him.

Arthur was kind of a heavy set kid.

So, I pinned him down.

I picked him up and I slammed him.

Arthur struggled.

You know, he fought back with all his might.

But he was outmatched and, after a while, he just gave up.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at me, totally confused.

Arthur turned around and started walking away.

I had no idea what came over me.

It came from a place of darkness,

one that I'm still not in control of.

I don't think any of us are.

And sometimes I think, without those darkest nights,

the light of day can't exist.

(dramatic music)