Original subtitles

(dramatic orchestral music)

(upbeat jazz music)

♪ Wonderful ♪

♪ Oh, it's wonderful ♪

(screaming)

- [Robert Voiceover] Control is something

I'd never been good at.

These levels of control, states of control, and for once,

I've seen the reality.

I think it's all an illusion.

And now I've just woken up, I need a change.

I'm not saying that I have to steal for it.

Sort of bend the rules, you know.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I think I've been decent for the most part.

And now, I need to win it.

The news never sleeps,

never stops to take a piss.

I close my eyes and there's another story waiting

to be told.

(phone ringing)

- George, what's up, George?

Come on, let's go.

You're joining me, right?

Come on, woooo.

- George.

Hello?

- Hello?

- Come on, dude.

Let's party it up.

George!

- [Robert Voiceover] Another body discovered.

Now, there's celebrity arrested for a DUI.

I feel it under my skin, an itch

that never goes away no matter how hard I scratch.

(laughing)

- That's my boy.

(laughing) (rock music)

- Did it.

Didn't we, lover?

- Yeah, damn straight we did.

We've got those fuckers.

Let me tell you something, it's all going to be uphill

for us now, gorgeous.

Jack just told me that after inches in line in advertising,

after they heard you would be doing the film.

- Really?

- Really.

- He told you that?

- He did.

- I mean he said that, to you?

- He did.

(upbeat orchestral music) (singing in foreign language)

- Are we okay?

- Yes.

It's going to be okay.

(fireworks exploding)

Do you trust me?

- Yes.

I do.

- I want you.

(glass clinking)

(drawer sliding)

(laughing)

- [Ted] Here you go. - [Robert] Oh, I could not.

- Come on, take it.

Take it.

- Ah, why the hell not, right?

- [Ted] Exactly.

(laughing)

- You only live once.

- [Ted] Cheers, pal.

- Cheers.

- Mmm.

Good, huh?

My secret for getting through deadline day.

(whistling)

- You're one of a kind, Ted.

Don't let him battle you down.

- Yeah, I know, it's these bastards out in the boonies

at the head office, they think that just

because they raise some cattle, have a couple of oil wells,

that gives them a right to dictate journalists.

I'm feeling this pressure, Robert,

this change.

You know, they say that people

are starting to get their news

through that internet thing, that there's geeks

out there sitting in the basement

of their momma's homes puffing out news, editorials,

journalism, what the hell do they know?

Ah, hell.

I can't complain for now.

That money keeps flowing in, paying you

and me, our bills, our vices.

- I'll drink to that.

- Nothing in moderation, kiddo.

- Nothing in moderation.

(laughing)

(laughing)

(upbeat dance music)

♪ Bye buh-bye ♪

♪ Butterfly ♪

♪ Just hold on tight ♪

♪ And let's dance the night away ♪

- Whooo!

Who's got the auto-complete on page three?

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

- Hey, come on, get a move on,

get a move on, get a move on.

♪ Hold on tight ♪

♪ And let's dance the night away ♪

♪ My mind ♪

(thudding)

(groaning)

- I'm getting too old for this.

This routine.

You know how I know I'm tired?

Because I feel tired.

You know, they're saying

that we'll probably no longer have a print edition

in seven years.

I guess that means that no one wants to sit

at their morning table with a cup of coffee

and a newspaper anymore.

They'd rather get their news from some 14-inch LCD monitor.

You know, this LCD technology, with all these waves,

they're all going through our heads, our bodies.

We're all going to die of cancer.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Notice how this cluster

around the Athens District, you see these dots here?

The black ones?

They board around South Street in Compton,

and begin to creep up pass Lynwood.

But they're avoiding Lynwood.

But notice how a few of the homicides here are drifting

out of their usual zone.

If we hypothesize the direction,

my guess is that they're going

to start hitting the west side and Beverly Hills.

And once that happens, this map is going

to be one gigantic motherfucker.

- Did you finish the Nelson piece?

How did that press junket go today?

- Very anemic.

- Robert, you know, Kate

and Joe get first dibs on everything.

They're seniority on you.

Bad enough if anyone finds out.

- I'm not here to do everything on a whim for you, you know?

- [Amanda] Who do you think you are?

Do you think your skills and creativity got you this far?

It doesn't work like that, Robert, you bloody well know it.

- So, because I fuck you, I have to take

on all your crappy assignments like Tom's Hot Dogs.

I'm not going to stay on your leash.

(gasping)

(grunting)

Fuck!

- [Amanda] That's for disrespecting me.

(upbeat jazz music)

- That doesn't look so hot.

- Wow, okay.

Do you even know what you're looking at?

- The question is, do you even know what you're looking at?

That version is still in diapers, version four is going

to be able to triangulate via satellite.

- You created this?

- [Gena] Yeah.

What are you doing with it?

- My editor asked me to review it.

It's brilliant.

- You work at the Weekly?

Get out of town!

- And you are?

- Gena Thompson.

I'm on the crime beat, junior reporter, intern.

- [Robert] Robert Harmon.

- Nice to meet you, Robert Harmon.

- So, Gena, are you happy at the Weekly?

- In time I'll be able to work

my way up to fashion and arts.

But until then, I count bodies and make crime maps.

Why does George have you reviewing my program?

- Uh, let's just say he's a good friend.

- Well, put in a good word for me, will you?

- I might be able to arrange a little something for you.

(clicking tongue)

(laughing)

- Good, good job, good job.

I like it, I like it,

I'm going to take this to Stan upstairs

and see if we can run it in the national syndicated edition.

Yes.

- Really?

- Yes, absolutely.

Yes, every city could use this.

Every city needs to know what an absolute abyss it's become.

(light orchestral music)

- I know you wanted good news,

but Charles didn't like the map idea.

Not at all.

He said that he thought that the way things were headed

at the city would just become one big massive blackout

by the end of the year.

- That's a great idea.

I can change the color scheme,

the homicides could be pink or yellow?

I've also developed part of the program that will be able

to predict where the next homicides will occur given

in two-month history.

- I mean, I love it, but Charles,

he said he just didn't like the idea.

- I'm going to go talk to him.

- No, no, no.

Don't do that.

Don't be so depressed.

We just have to find the right person

who'd understand what it

is you're trying to do.

I promise you I would try.

And I'm just getting started.

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Wrapped your fingers ♪

♪ I'm crazy on you ♪

- I want to watch.

"Five Fingers" if that's with you.

And I know 100 golden harvest movements.

(growling)

- Louder!

(screaming)

Louder, louder!

(screaming)

♪ Hey, hey ♪

- Do you feel it?

- So, who is it?

- [Robert] Who is what?

- Tell me, I really want to know.

You want me to get your ass fired?

- You did not just say that.

- You know who I mean.

Talk to me in the morning, I have work to do.

(sighing)

- Where are you going?

I said I want to talk about it.

- Good job.

It's growing.

- Goddamn it, I want to talk about it!

- [Amanda] Clean up your mess, dear.

- Fuck!

♪ And she knows ♪

(thudding)

(all chattering)

- [Gena] Hey Rob!

- Hey Gena!

4200 block, 120th Street.

I'm not sure how to read this report

but it shows two colors.

Yellow for rape and black for murder.

- Hold on, let me check...

- Got any Intel on this?

- Oh, oh, this is strange.

Yeah, I see what you're looking at, too.

Normally there is a rape first and then a homicide.

This time, the homicide came first then the rape.

- And I think I'm going to check it out.

Do you want to come with me?

(light jazz music)

(laughing)

(police radio chattering)

(sobbing)

Sure as hell beats reviewing tacos.

- You're not even supposed to be here.

Hasn't Ted ever walked by your desk

and seen you reviewing my crime?

- Ted never walks by my desk.

- Why not?

- Probably because I'm his nephew.

- I need a favor, Robert.

They're coming down on me with all this pressure

and you're the only man I could think of.

I mean, I speak to all, the studio heads and they love you.

- Uncle Ted, I don't know where to start.

I don't know what to do.

I mean, I don't know anything about it.

- Well, look at it this way, you'll be eating better,

you'll be going to the best premieres,

Amanda will still be assigning them to you.

(laughing)

I thought you'd like that.

So, is that a yes?

Uh.

(light funk music)

(singing in foreign language)

- Hey sweetie!

- Hey sweetie.

- Can I come in?

- Can I come in?

(crying)

- Oh, God, but that's your brother.

- Marvin and I we go back, way back.

From the streets.

We got each other's backs.

(crying)

- Romo!

(singing in foreign language)

(sobbing)

- Got to let me do it.

You got to get me off this, Ted.

I want on the crime beat.

- Nobody gives a damn about crime anymore.

Yes, I know you want it on there.

Everyone's shooting each other up on the streets.

Everyone's losing their jobs, strangling their wife and kid.

- Don't you understand?

This is a public service.

- There is no public service.

But the movies, they're the future and the past.

People want to be entertained.

They want to have an escape from this hell.

(singing in foreign language)

(sobbing)

(heavy punching)

(crowd noises)

(singing in foreign language)

(keys clacking)

- Good afternoon, my love.

I missed you.

Those tacos, right, you don't exist on that diet.

Because if you do, I'm going to come over to your house

and I'm going to cook you a vegetable lasagna.

Give me some of those coupons anyway.

I'm in the mood for a tostada.

- There you go.

- When you coming over tonight?

- Three more articles and I'll be finished.

- Okay.

(light country music)

- I hear things.

I don't want to alarm you

but there's been some rumbling around the office.

It's like they don't know where to put you, you know?

I think they want to talk to you.

- I work hard on publishing that stuff for them.

I work hard on it.

- [Gena] I know.

- Reviewing that garbage.

Anyway, look, I want to show you something.

Notice this area here.

Notice the area of the latitude and the longitude.

- Oh my God, you are totally obsessed with this, aren't you?

This is just a little something I concocted

for my own amusement.

- Look at the accumulation of murders going on.

- [Gena] Okay.

- Okay, and notice the pattern here six months ago,

and look at it now.

- Okay, yes. I see what you're talking about.

There are a lot of homicides there.

But this is a high intensity crime area.

I mean, this is the intersection of two major drug gangs.

Of course there are going to be a lot more homicides there.

- Follow me now, hobbit.

- What the hell is this?

- Look at all the homicides, match some of these patterns.

- What, what, what are these patterns?

- These are constellations.

It's like the patterns fit into the grand scheme

of the universe, like entropy.

- You are totally crazy, you know that, right?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(police radio chattering)

(camera shutter clicking)

(humming)

- Hey.

- [Addy] Hey, Gena, it's you.

Hello.

- This is Robert. He's my girl, Friday, on the crime beat.

- Girl Friday, nice to meet you, Robert.

Hey, good looking, of course, I see.

I'm only kidding, I'm only kidding.

- Can we?

- No problem.

You baby, come on in.

- Thank you.

- You watch out for the long-legged...

- Yeah, I know.

- [Addy] Is this your first time?

- Yeah.

- It's a heavy.

- Look at that blood spatter on the wall.

It doesn't match the nature or trajectory

of any of these bodies.

I mean, clearly, these bodies were placed here

and whoever made that blood spatter has been removed.

And look at the forensics guy, that's the new SSA1200.

It measures the speed, size, and angle of the murder weapon

and it also helps us determine the height and build

of the perpetrator as well as the position

of the victim upon impact.

This is a prototype now, but if proved,

it will change the face of forensics forever.

- What am I going to tell you?

When times are hard like they are now, the scum come out

and play, becomes a serial killer's field day.

It's amazing.

Do me a favor, will you?

Watch out over her.

- Of course.

- Ah, I can take care of myself.

I went to police academy.

- [Addy] I know that.

Yeah.

- Took a different route.

- [Addy] Yeah.

- That's all.

- Pinky, you were my best student.

There's no doubt about it.

But you know, honey, you always went over the top.

What have I always told you, you remember?

Balance.

Balance, Pinky.

I love you.

- I'm not going to go into a long speech here.

But after 35 years of this wonderful place,

I guess it's time for me to leave.

So it's with great pleasure that I introduce you

to the new owners of this paper.

Mr. Lassie Carlson and his son, Roper.

- Gentlemen and ladies, welcome.

Thank you to the honorable Mr. Sellers

and to all of you who's here.

We are honored for this gratification

celebrating conglomeration.

Our intention is to create simplification

as we form consolidation in our quest

for global unification and gentrification.

We shall switch for Egyptian antiquities together

in our campaign for economic modernization.

Gentlemen and ladies, you have our gratitude.

- Thank you for coming delegates,

we appreciate your participation.

With the changing times, time for changes are in order.

And it's with these changes that we all need to change.

(upbeat synth music)

- Hey, did you know about this?

- No.

I have no idea what's going on.

- It's not going on this way, 35 years of loyalty

and integrity, but you probably don't even know the meaning

of those words.

- Times, they are changing.

- But these people have been here with us for 10, 20 years.

You can't just hollow out a whole company like a pumpkin

and take away its very core.

- We are beyond in modern times.

Have you ever been in love?

- What the heck is this guy talking about?

- The greater to love.

Love is a stream.

- What the hell are you, a moonie?

- Get the hell out of here.

- You, I will never go away, get it.

Never, never, never, and I will never give up.

I will be in your dreams and even if you don't dream,

I'd still be in your fucking dreams anyway.

You can never get away from me.

I am inside you.

(yelling)

- [Kojira] Drink it.

- No, thank you.

- More for me then.

I can tell that you do not

like me nor my brother nor my father yet.

- We like you just the same.

In fact...

- We love you.

- We think that with your style and your fan base,

the paper will get out of the shit hole.

- Haven't you ever felt that given the chance

and the opportunity and the support,

that you could do something so fantastical?

- [Man] Beyond what the normal human being could.

- [Kojira] Yes.

- It's written.

The future is ours.

- Oh, my sweet dear boy, Robert,

you represent the future, the world,

the children, possibilities.

- Cheers!

- [Kojira] Cheers.

- What are you doing here?

Remember me?

- [Robert] It's you.

- What's a nice guy like you doing here hanging with us?

- Ah.

I'm meeting with my new bosses.

They have high hopes for me.

- I bet they do and so do I.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- What do you know about all these?

- I know nothing.

(percussive electronic music)

I know everything.

What do you hear?

- I don't hear anything.

- Shh.

Yes, you can.

What do you feel?

What do you see?

- I don't see anything.

- It's because you're trying too hard.

You're thinking about it.

Just let yourself be free.

(sighing)

(breathing heavily)

(chuckling)

Welcome back.

- Thank you.

Hi.

- Hi.

Meet your new boss, baby.

(machine beeping)

- [George] You have a lot of nerve, asshole.

Pick up the phone and talk to me.

(all chattering)

(machine beeping)

How long can you keep this up?

(machine beeping)

(all chattering)

- Mmmmm.

Those reviews were spectacular,

the best writing you've ever done.

- Thanks.

It's nothing, nothing at all.

- Eat it, darling.

(machine beeping)

- I know what you did, Robert, and I know what you're doing.

In this world, there are good men

and there are bad men.

I am both and I am neither.

I've molested over 20 young women and small children.

And then, I've photographed them.

I have committed four murders in four separate occasions.

(laughing)

Sometimes, I have trouble distinguishing

between reality and unreality.

Thank you for listening to me, Robert.

(eerie ambient music)

- [Man] Hey, hey, hey, Robert!

What's up?

- [Woman] Robert!

- Robert, come in.

- Hi, Robert!

Come on in.

- Drink?

Champagne?

- Robert, come in.

- Take a advice there,

one drink makes you larger.

Drink it.

Drink it.

Drink it.

Drink it.

Drink it.

Drink it.

- God, get the fuck away from me, all right. Talk to me.

Fuck you.

Talk to me.

Fuck you, fuck you.

Talk to me. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

Talk to me.

Fuck you.

(screaming)

(laughing)

(screaming)

(laughing)

- Who the fuck is this?

- That's my man, bro.

- Thank you.

- I have a dilemma.

You see, Robert.

I believe that we're all on a sinking ship,

even if my lost father thinks otherwise.

Fuck, we all know newspapers are good for nothing

but wiping your ass with.

But I'm absolutely sure that there's a cash flow here

and a way for us to bring money in with what we do.

But there's got to be a lineage and a synergy.

- You sound like your father.

- Listen to me, Robert.

Don't you fucking see that we have a vision and sometimes,

I wish he wasn't even there.

He should be at home with his vodka and his whore.

But he's not going to be alive much longer and when

that happens, man, I can really grab the reigns

and become my own man.

And I really feel like I owe you a debt

after that massacre that happened.

Are you with me?

Are you with me?

(light electronic music)

- I thought you were going to call me?

There's a map here and I'm convinced

that all roads lead to me.

You're not going to leave me, are you?

I'll kill you.

Because I'm the center of the universe.

Did I just say that?

- Why?

- I trust you.

- Then kiss me.

(police radio chattering)

- Okay, Hector, what's the latest?

- I ran another digital report using the SSA decoder machine

and more inconsistencies are showing up.

- More?

- [Hector] But the meters are all reading okay.

- [Addy] That's unusual.

- It is very unusual.

I think there's something wrong with the decoder.

I'm not sure, but I could check that out

and give you the results later today.

- Oh God, and alarming.

- Okay, no problem.

Yeah, it's alarming, youngsters.

Margarita Aroya.

You know I think it's a gang here.

The thing that bothers me

that it's the location, it's inconsistent.

Murders that way here.

Looks as though they're trying to do it intentionally.

- Well, if I input the latitude

and longitude of this victim...

- What's with the latitude?

- [Gena] And then I, the program.

- What is that?

- It's just this app I put together.

I'll be able to figure out the location of the next murder.

- [Robert] Well, what about this murder?

- Right. - Robert, think.

- [Addy] Enough with the technology.

I've heard about your fabulous devices.

- Oh fuck you.

I should have done this earlier.

I should have thought of this earlier while you were off

drinking and fucking whores.

You know, Addy, this is a young girl.

This is a girl with her whole life ahead of her.

What did she know?

You're too stuck up in your own fucking egocentric cloud

to do anything about this.

- Yeah, yeah.

I deserve this, I trained her, okay?

Keep going.

- What the fuck? What are you going to do about this?

What can you do?

- You know what I'm going to do about this? This.

Fuck you.

(helicopter whirring)

♪ Why can't it be true ♪

♪ Someone like you could love me ♪

Gena.

(laughing)

Gena.

(sighing)

- God, he's such an asshole.

I mean, he taught me a lot but he can be

so manipulative, you know.

I'm sorry.

- Don't mention it.

Try not to worry about it, okay?

Here.

(inhaling)

Go ahead and try it.

Take the edge off.

It's safe.

(inhaling) (light electronic music)

You ready to get out of here?

How are you doing?

You, okay?

- You know, considering.

So, I've just done a rudimentary analysis.

I interviewed people spanning a half mile radius

on 12 blocks

and when I aligned it with the latest crime map, oops,

it absolutely predicts

that Luisa's murder would occur where it did.

So, that means that that Asian man that we met,

could be in the vicinity of the next murder.

- Do you know how to find him?

(car horn honking)

- Jesus.

What?

God, man.

(upbeat rock music)

♪ There's no escaping from this marking on my back ♪

♪ And now I've runnin' an attack ♪

♪ Hot streets ♪

♪ Black nights ♪

♪ It's too late for me to put up a fight ♪

(laughing)

♪ There's no escaping the shadows for me ♪

♪ There's no escape ♪

(screaming)

♪ Where you coming from ♪

♪ Where you going ♪

♪ Where you going from here ♪

♪ There's no place to go away ♪

(screaming)

♪ Long nights ♪

♪ Long days ♪

♪ No place to break away ♪

♪ From these long nights and long days ♪

♪ I just have to break away ♪

(sobbing)

(beeping)

(grunting)

- Disperse.

Mr. Robert Harmon,

the delegates informed us

that there has been a unilateral displacement of funds

to having been deemed unapproved by securities and regents.

Upon initial inquiry, security's division has excavated

determination of such displacement,

the source emanated from your office.

Furthermore, excavation agency has determined

that your being is responsible for desertion

and possibly governmental treason.

In order to secure the armament

and defend the realm of the king

and to create aggrandizement, fulfillment and glorification

to the divine one, we hereby require the designation

confirmation and resignation on the part

of Mr. Robert Harmon, and a confession.

- Would you please proceed to the mediation room?

The barrister asks to send some documents.

(Robert grunting)

(sighing)

- It's time to go, Mr. Harmon.

- Okay.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Mr. Harmon, Mr. Harmon.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Harmon.

Welcome, welcome, welcome to the big times.

Welcome to the big time.

- Robert, I like you.

You're exactly what this newspaper needs.

Times are though.

Everyone says crime is up because times are though

and that is exactly why I bought this newspaper

because I'm going to educate everyone.

Do you trust me, Robert?

- Well, as a matter of fact, yes I do, Mrs. Tynan.

- How much do you want?

Come on, how much?

Drink your drink.

Drink it.

Drink it.

Drink it.

(light electronic music)

♪ Dream girl, I'm only thinking of you ♪

♪ You're all I care for, let me dream come in true ♪

♪ Now I make you stay ♪

- Congratulations, Mr. Harmon.

Drink a drink.

- Limits, Robert.

There are no limits, Robert,

neither two thoughts, nor the feelings.

And the moment I stop feeling,

that's when I look out, suicide?

No.

Too weak for it.

Simply...

- You're worried aren't you?

About the paper.

- What's bothering you?

♪ You are the one ♪

♪ We are two of a kind ♪

- Robert, you're the one who's worried.

I will take care of you, darling.

I swear it.

♪ I don't know, I really don't know where I'm going ♪

♪ If you're gonna leave, I'll die ♪

♪ Dream girl ♪

♪ I'm only thinking of you ♪

♪ You're all I care for ♪

♪ Like a dream coming true ♪

(moaning)

♪ You know, I beg you ♪

♪ Won't you stay here with me ♪

♪ In love forever ♪

♪ Leave me never ♪

♪ Dream girl ♪

♪ Every little thing that I feel in my heart seems ♪

♪ To repeat what I felt from the start ♪

♪ You're the one I love ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

- Thank you.

Thank you.

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

(sighing)

(phone ringing)

- Amanda, you're the first person to call me.

Don't you feel special?

- [Amanda] Fuck you, Robert.

How dare you betray me like this, you believe in nothing.

You don't even believe in yourself.

You're a fucking user.

Hope you get what's coming to you.

Let's see how long you last there,

they're going to tear you up. Do you think I was tough?

Wait till you see how you get shredded up in

that printing machine.

If I see you again, I'm going to shove cocks off your ass.

- Wait, Amanda.

- You fucking notice.

(ominous orchestral music)

You son of a bitch, and now me too.

Thought I was sacred ground, I should have known.

I found you.

I built you up.

You were nothing but an alley cat on the street,

I made you what you are today.

- I was going to tell you, I needed some time.

(grunting)

(groaning)

(screaming)

- You'll laugh at this.

We just bought the Times Daily.

To new horizons.

- [Woman] Much success to us all.

- [Kojira] Yes.

Well, there we go, chaps.

Welcome aboard.

- Go with its sweetness.

(groans)

(eerie ambient music)

- Why did you slap me?

- When something's good, just accept it and experience it.

I thought about loving you.

- What will I do if you leave me?

(phone ringing)

Hello, hello.

- [Gena] Robert, are you looking at this?

Can you believe what's there?

- Yeah, it's incredible.

Manslaughter, rape, molestation,

grand larceny, attempted murder?

But how the hell they hire this guy?

- I don't know, you want me to look in to it further?

- No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want to get you involved in this.

I'll call you back.

- [Man] Good evening Mr. Harmon.

Do you know a George Webber?

- [Robert] Yeah, he has that online blog review, right?

- [Man] Right.

- [Robert] Sort of undergroundish.

- [Man] Mm-hm. Now, he gave me a letter

that I think you should read.

- Okay.

- [Man] It seems to infer that your writings,

especially on movie reviews, have been shall we say lifted.

Plagiarism is a word that comes to mind.

(chuckling)

- [Robert] The man's a felon, you know.

- [Man] Hmmm.

Well, Ted Sellers confirmed him as a reliable source.

- Well, it's not true.

Good to see you.

(eerie ambient music)

(voices whispering)

(metal scraping)

- You know you want it.

(heart beating)

You know he said you'd come.

- So, he pays you to do this?

- No, he doesn't pay me.

- Why the two lives?

- It's all just one, baby.

One big giant fucking illusion, I mean, you know,

all about illusion, don't you?

You write about it all the time.

You can't really distinguish the two though, can you?

(upbeat rock music)

(inhaling)

♪ Lyin' here all alone ♪ - Woo.

(laughing)

♪ I close my eyes and the game is on ♪

♪ I hear sounds ♪

♪ And voices start to whisper ♪

(laughing)

♪ I smell perfume and I see your hair ♪

♪ When I reach out, there's nothing there ♪

♪ Every time you come near ♪

♪ You get a little closer ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ It's just an illusion ♪

♪ When I close my eyes ♪

♪ Victim of illusion ♪ ♪ Victim of illusion ♪

♪ I just don't see right ♪ (all laughing)

♪ It's just an illusion ♪

♪ When I close my eyes ♪

(laughing)

♪ It's just an illusion ♪

- Robert, we need to talk.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

Come on.

(moaning)

(grunting)

- Where are you going?

Wait, wait, Robert don't go.

Where are you going?

Don't leave.

- [Woman] Robert, don't leave.

- [Woman] Robert, don't go.

- [Woman] Robert!

- [Woman] Stay, don't go.

(all chattering) (upbeat music)

(grunting)

- [Woman] No, Robert.

(grunting)

(eerie ambient music)

(screaming)

♪ I'm going deeper to get set ♪

- It's time.

- It's time.

- It's time.

- It's time.

♪ I know I can change ♪

- It's time.

- It's time.

♪ Can't stop to think about her ♪

♪ I want to be hers ♪

♪ I often see her sweet face ♪

♪ Can't stop to think about her ♪

♪ Dream's are flowin' ♪

♪ I twist my mind ♪

- Yeah.

(laughing)

♪ Ride along the sidewalk ♪

(laughing)

♪ I need to catch her eye ♪

♪ But she's always looking the other way ♪

♪ I follow her down to the city ♪

♪ When she goes to the ball ♪

♪ Can't stop to think about her ♪

♪ I want to be her lover ♪

♪ Though I know she won't see me ♪

♪ Dreams are flowin' ♪

♪ I twist my mind ♪

♪ She's living close to my brain ♪

♪ I often see her sweet face ♪

♪ Can't stop to think about her ♪

- The company has managed

to deliver a 9.0 percent average

delivery increase in its EPS.

This dividend gross stock and ensures a maximum

return to its shareholders and we expect such payments

to increase even to 17% this year.

Robert, you are our hope, our only one, and now look at you,

just throwing your life away like this.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you fail the world.

(light acoustic guitar music)

♪ La la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

- It's so peaceful here.

- I've been here before.

- Do you believe in God?

- No.

But I like the tranquility here.

You are so beautiful.

Something I can't say when I see you.

I'm unable to say a lot of things.

- I don't think you have ever really seen me before.

I don't think there's any place you can see me yet.

Don't you see, this is it?

We are gonna have eternity together.

This is it.

(laughing)

- [Robert] I know you.

- Nobody knows me.

But I'm okay.

(vocalizing)

- Robert, where are you?

(phone ringing)

Robert, where the fuck are you?

Are you there?

Robert, pick up the goddamn phone.

Robert!

(light orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(indistinct)

- Did you hear what the loved one just said?

A voice in the dark.

Looks who is below, thinking.

The pinnacle.

Take it.

(groaning)

All that matters is what your fear.

(thunder crashing)

(inhaling)

- Goddamn you, Robert.

My whole fucking company is going under.

Nobody reads the fucking paper anymore!

(thunder crashing) (singing in foreign language)

What are you doing to diversify, huh?

What are you doing?

What about this new meeting that you were talking about,

this digital media, the hope for our future?

(singing in foreign language) (thunder crashing)

Now you have no fucking future.

Get the fuck out of the company.

Get out, get out, get out, get out!

(coughs)

(thunder crashing) (singing in foreign language)

(coughing)

(thunder crashing)

- I'm tired.

(singing in foreign language) (thunder crashing)

- You can't go!

(tense music)

(grunting)

Don't go.

Don't go, don't go.

Don't go.

Please.

- After all we've fucking been through

and all we've done for you.

- Here now you fucking, no!

Please, don't do this.

- Cocksucker.

I was so in love with you, goddamn, so...

- I'll be better I promise.

Don't go.

- To have these other limits.

That is true love, my friend.

- You're not doing a very good job.

Can I get you to wait.

You said we were taking it seriously.

- Arghhh.

(screaming)

- I'm going to rip your spleen out.

Do it, man.

(choking)

- Don't do this.

Stop.

Just stop.

Just stop.

(sobbing)

(dramatic orchestral music) (breathing heavily)

(eerie ambient music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(groaning)

- Look, it's okay.

It's all right.

It's okay, it's okay.

(screaming in pain)

Shhhh.

It's all right, it's all right, just look at me.

It's okay.

You need to be...

- No!

No!

(screaming)

I can't.

- All right.

Look at me, just look at me.

(sobbing)

(screaming)

- Help me please.

I'm sorry!

I'll go.

I don't deserve you.

- You're a good person.

You do.

(crying)

- I think I have a project for us.

- What?

(laughing)

(upbeat funk music)

- You see, even if the internet takes over the world

and it will, I know it will, because it's fast, convenient

and saves a trip to the local library.

You gonna run into one big ass problem that the masses

out there are too uneducated to know about.

Because they're just kids right now, be inundated

with information and technology overload.

You see I want to turn the page

when I go to the doctor's office

and see the oily fingerprints, and touch the paper

because it's physical,

not stored on some server in Colorado.

Print has an integrity, an innocence, and a truthfulness

that the internet will never have.

Look around, you see it.

People stopped going to the theaters

because they're too busy watching.

"America's Funniest Video" s online on You-Fuck-Tube.

There is no social interaction

because the social networks have isolated us

and made us antisocial.

People can't even talk

to each other anymore

unless it's through IM or text messaging.

(laughing)

And where does that leave you and I?

On our own isolated little vacuum.

And if you're comfortable, well, you can stay right there.

But for me, I'm going to experience.

- Thank you.

- [Robert] Whoo!

(screaming)

(singing in foreign language)

- Make me a channel of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me bring you love.

Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord.

And where there's doubt, true faith in you.

♪ Just to see and hear you brings joy I never knew ♪

♪ But to be so near you ♪

♪ Thrills me through and through ♪

♪ Be true ♪

♪ Someone like you (indistinct) ♪

(light orchestral music)

- I wanted to thank you.

I know, I've said I'm sorry too many times.

So, I'm not going to say it again.

You did everything for me.

But I don't think I did anything for you.

- Was that supposed to make me feel better?

- No.

- So what are you going to do?

- Something good.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Seven days,

I've been having the same nightmare for seven days.

Her face, bathed by the same white light.

She's so close.

I can't make out her face.

(horn honking)

(car crashing)

(upbeat pop music)