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[theme music]

[buzz saw]

Time passes, things change, but we're

still stuck inside ourbodies, still ourselves now

and forever.

You may wanna get out, but there is no way out.

Even when we die, we die as ourselves.

And for some people, thisis the true nightmare.

They can't stand themselves.

They need to change, but you can't

change-- unless you're lucky enough to know

somebody who can change you.

[buzz saw]

[music playing]

[police sirens]

KAT: Hey.

Madeleine, hi.

It's Kat.

Katherine Delaney.

Yeah, it has been a long time.

Listen, I was wondering if you'd like

to have some coffee sometime.

Well, how-- how about next week?

Madeleine?

Madeleine?

Hello?

[dial tone]

Great.

Call another one.

I don't have another one.

You've had only two lovers your whole life?

That's pathetic.

Aw, Kat, you should trash this, huh?

It's unhealthy.

KAT: Don't touch that.

She was a bitch.

Be glad she's gone.

She's not coming back, you know.

I mean, really, Kat.

Fuck, Lanie.

I failed at being straight.

I failed at being gay.

Unless there's anothersex out there, I'm fucked.

OK, enough.

Let's go.

[singing]

KAT: Welcome to the threshold.

Ladies, I give you Roxanne.

CROWD: [cheering and applause]

[music playing]

Oh, you are lovely when you smile.

No, I'm not.

LANIE: Well, I admit you're not my type,

but-- but you are lovely.

And what is your type exactly?

My taste runs towards other people's property.

And what's your type?

Suddenly I find myselfattracted to tattooed ladies.

Isn't everyone?

[music playing]

I'm sorry.

ROXANNE: Go home.

[music playing]

Kat, Kat.

Kitty Kat.

KAT: What's back there?

This is not for you, Kat, trust me.

Why?

Listen to me, out here, thisis just a thrill, all right?

Back there, it's only for people like me.

Well, what if I wanna be like you?

LANIE: No, you don't want to be like me.

God knows I don't wanna be like me.

It's not about what you want, Kat.

It's about what you are.

Let's go.

[music playing]

[SINGING] You gotta feel the pain-- the pain.

You gotta feel the pain.

You gotta feel the pain.

You gotta feel the pain.

You gotta feel the pain-- pain.

[music playing]

[faucet dripping]

[music playing]

Lanie sent me.

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[screaming in pain]

KAT: Oh my god.

[sobbing]

[music playing]

[tattoo gun]

[music playing]

[door creaking]

Kat?

[door slamming shut]

KAT: You scared me.

Uh, wow.

Uh, I'm looking for Katherine Delaney.

She used to live here.

Well, I'm impressed.

All signs of dog girl have disappeared.

Fuck her.

Ah ha.

That's my girl. What's her name?

I'm thinking of getting a tattoo.

Promise me you're notgonna sleep with that woman.

Why?

You fucking her?

This has nothing to do with me.

Are you?

No, I'm not.

But you want to, right?

I have no claim on that whore.

Then why can't I have her?

Because she'll rip you apart.

So what?

I always get hurt.

You think you've been hurt?

I want her, Lanie.

[music playing]

LANIE [VOICEOVER]: You had onlytwo lovers your whole life.

That's pathetic.

You've had only two lovers your whole life.

You had only two lovers your whole life.

That's pathetic.

[music playing]

Roxanne.

I watched you back there.

Did you like it?

Yeah.

So why didn't you buy me?

Cause I wanted more.

You wanted to fuck me?

I don't fuck clients.

KAT: I just wanted to talk to you.

Come here tomorrow.

We'll talk.

[music playing]

Still wanna fuck me?

No rules.

Nothing but pain.

ROXANNE [VOICEOVER]: No rules.

No rules.

[sobbing]

Still wanna fuck me?

Pain.

[screaming in pain]

Pain.

[sobbing]

[music playing]

[tattoo gun buzzing]

ROXANNE [VOICEOVER]: Why can't I have her?

LANIE [VOICEOVER]: You think you've been hurt?

Promise me you're not gonnasleep with that woman.

She'll rip you apart.

KAT [VOICEOVER]: So what?

I always get hurt.

[music playing]

KAT: I want Roxanne.

If I can't have what I want,I'll take what I can get.

The things we do for love.

I'm sorry.

Nothing but pain.

[music playing]

KAT: [moaning in pain]

[moaning]

I'm sorry, Katherine.

I'm sorry.

Dye your hair, paint your face,

tattoo your body, transformyourself utterly--

it's never enough.

Nothing ever is.

And you'll never be satisfied until you

face the stark, naked horrorof your own failure to-- what?

Survive?

Adapt?

Accommodate your own existence?

However you wish to describe it, the fact

remains there is noescape-- except, of course,

that single final act-- death.

[buzz saw]

Only this will set you free.

[music playing]