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Two new messages.

First new message.

3:01 PM.

Dean! It's Louise.

Guess what? I found your career and it's here in my toilet.

Actually, it's teetering on the rim of my toilet,

and if you want to save it,

you better haul your unshaven, insomniac,

"I'm still mourning for my dog who got hit by a car" ass

into my office with those fucking rewrites we talked about,

or you can go find yourself another publisher.

Oh, and uh, tell Pablo I said hi.

Message deleted.

Next message.

3:03 PM.

Oh, hey, Dean. It's Louise again.

Did that last message sound harsh and a little insensitive?

Good. 'Cause you suck.

Hi. You've reached Louise.

I can't take your call right now,

but please leave a message.

Oh, and whoever keeps leaving all those hangups,

eat my shit.

What the fuck was that all about?

You know what brand it was?

Brand?

Were they Camels?

I bet they were Camels.

Look, we don't know how the fire got started, all right?

Just let us do our job.

And maybe it wasn't thrown from a passing car.

Maybe somebody did it on purpose.

You know somebody who would wanna do that?

Marnie.

I'm checking out.

Who's gonna explain "Sex in the City" to me?

You know, that's other Pablos.

Thanks, but that's fucking bullshit.

Fucking...

A jackknifed big rig.

Yes, it's causing all kinds of problems.

We also have a backup on the 101 and Ventura Boulevard

is also a trouble spot, this morning.

- Good, how you doing? - Pretty good, pretty good.

Thank you. - Thank you very much, sir.

Is that the bus that goes to the airport?

Oh, yes, it is.

- Thanks. - Have a good day, sir.

Pulling on the strap will start the oxygen flow.

Remember that the closest exit may be behind you.

If it should become necessary,

the seat cushion will become a life preserver.

Simply place it over your head, like so,

and hug the life preserver with all your might,

mind and soul.

If it should be necessary,

the seat cushion becomes a life preserver.

Taxi.

Uh, uh, Ugertashi, 20...

That's, that's a good idea.

Yes. Gracias.

Oh, hi!

Mrs. Alesandro, remember me?

I could've told you I was coming, the last time I saw you,

but you didn't seem to be in a very chatty mood.

But hey, I've never been to Argentina before,

and with the peso in the toilet, it's practically free.

So, I thought, "Why the fuck not?"

Is, uh, is Pablo here?

Oh, shit.

Uh, no hablo Spanish.

I was just leaving.

- Go, go.

Go, go, go.

Hotel and uno Hilton, or...

Or better yet, uno Ritz Carlton. Por favor.

Ritz? A Ritz?

Si! Si, Ritz.

Si. That should be good.

Do you speak any English?

English?

No.

Sorry.

No? That's too bad. You don't understand?

Que? No.

It's okay. I'll tell you later, Guillermo.

When I get one of those little dictionaries.

Very nice.

Mm!

Very nice.

Uh, hey, Guillermo, uh...

Would you like to get outta your uniform,

and take a bath with me?

You can tell me about the small village where you grew up,

and I could, uh, watch your lips move.

Que?

Nevermind.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do you know where I can get some, uh, dope?

Si.

No, no, no, no, no, no, it's very kind of you,

but, uh, I quit smoking two weeks ago.

No, um...

Dope, uh, weed, pot. Uh...

Marijuana?

Si!

Okay, um...

Later. - Si, later.

Perfect.

Hey, hey. Hold on.

Uh...

Gracias.

Um...

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Ah.

Gracias.

Wow, Dean.

This is fantastic.

Really?

What, are you kidding? I'm talking about the binder.

What is it? Eel skin?

- What about the drawings? - The drawings?

The drawings are shit.

Okay, maybe they're not shit. They're shit-adjacent.

And where are the kids on coke?

Where are the chicks that you think might have dicks,

but you're not really sure?

This is flat, it's half-assed.

It doesn't make me laugh, Dean.

I mean, "Speed Freak", now that got me right here.

I want my delicate sensibilities challenged.

God damnit.

Is Pablo here?

So, are you the one that's been calling nonstop?

- I just wanna find- - I mean, I totally get it.

Pablo is a super fox.

I was totally bummed

when they told me he wasn't working here anymore.

Since when?

I'm not at liberty to discuss

the circumstances of Pablo Alesandro's termination.

Ola.

Si.

Do you speak English?

I only speak two words. "We are closed."

Um, well, that's already three words.

Uh...

Can I help?

You know, I used to be an Eagle Scout.

Well, not really an Eagle Scout.

I only made it to Tenderfoot, 'cause I fucking hated it.

You know what? You must speak more than three words.

'Cause you said "I only speak two words" which is already...

It's...

Well, it's a whole sentence.

We are closed.

You know more than two words,

but clearly those are your favorites.

All right, I swear I'm on my way out.

Can you just tell me, um...

Have you seen this guy around?

He looks bored.

He was tired.

Been celebrating my birthday all night.

All right, well, if you do see him, um,

I'm staying over at the Hotel Ritz.

You know what, you must've seen him around,

because his family lives in that house,

just right over there.

I don't see much. They're a political family.

Very rich, very powerful, and very...

Anonymous.

Wow. You know so many words, I stopped counting.

We are closed.

Okay.

Oh.

It you.

Del bars. Uh...

Faggots or queeros.

Si! Si!

No. No cocaine.

Not, not yet, at least. Not on the first date.

You want

find

somebody?

Yes!

Si. (speaks Spanish) now.

Now, (speaks Spanish). Come on.

Then the guy comes back in the line and says,

"Okay, now what?"

You know, that joke kills 'em in Akbar.

Maybe it's funnier if you understand English.

You know what? I got an idea.

Hey, uh, do you know this guy?

Oh, Pablo.

Dos.

I don't know.

It's not like Pablo to come to a hole in the wall like this.

Speaking of holes in the wall.

Ooh! Just like Space Mountain.

Dear Louise.

Guess where I am.

Beautiful Buenos Aires.

I arrived this morning and already I've met

lots of nice people,

and seen lots of interesting sights.

Tomorrow, the Casa Rosada.

Wish you were here.

Love, Dean.

P.S.

Still no sign of Pablo.

You know, I used to live for shit like this.

But now I'm here with you,

and your fuckin' chest,

in a sex club,

a million miles from home,

and I don't care.

Sorry.

Stupid.

Pablo!

Hey, man.

Hello.

And hug the life jacket with all your might, mind and soul.

Fuck!

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Why do you keep drawing me?

Because I haven't captured you yet.

Yes, you have.

I'm right here.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Senor? Senor?

Senor? Senor?

Senor, it's Morning.

Thank you, Charles. Uh...

Mommy and I'll have our breakfast on the east patio.

Did, uh, did the cook make the muffins with the...

All right, I'm going. Easy.

It's Pablo's.

They told me to throw it out,

but I thought he might come back, so I kept it,

but it's kinda in the way, so here.

Ooh, that's my new demo tape.

Pablo told me to use this picture.

He said it was sexy.

And that I look like I have a secret.

But I don't.

You can keep it. I have a bunch more.

Oh, my God.

Don't, don't panic.

Why? Who's that?

- It's his mother. - Whose mother?

Pablo's.

What? The subtle one?

Uh, Mrs. Alesandro. It's me, Dean?

How...

What are you doing in LA?

I guess friendly's not her first language. Bitch is.

She also speaks a little bit of cunt.

Oh, and I think she's fluent in German.

Dean!

Did I tell you he was dangerous or what?

He just said "cunt", right here in public.

And that's edgy.

Nice to meet you.

Excuse me.

For God's sake, Louise, she had dinner at my house,

the last time she was in LA.

I would like to see your work.

My heart feels like it's in my chest.

You'll be fine.

Just be the old Dean for five seconds.

Okay?

You okay?

Dean.

Look, I have busted my ass

to get you two in the same room together.

Don't fuck this up.

We decided to break up.

- What are you talking about? - Pablo and me, we broke up.

Okay, I lied. We didn't decide.

He...

He dumped me, right?

He went out for cigarettes one night and he never came back.

I just wanna talk to him, but I can't find him!

Mrs. Alesandro, are you enjoying the show?

Excuse me.

Thanks.

Maybe you could help me. I...

I have some things that Pablo left at my house.

Shoes, some mail, my heart.

Keep it.

No, I think he'd want it back.

I don't think so.

Please.

He's gone back where he belongs.

I just saw him at El Coyote,

getting into his red Bug with a doggy bag.

You don't get a doggy bag if you're gonna leave the country!

Tell me where he is.

Or I'll rip out your

and shove it up your derriere.

Let go of me!

Damn it!

Uh...

Sorry.

He's done with you.

What? Speak English!

Does anyone know what she said?

Something's happening tomorrow? Yeah.

She said the sun will come out tomorrow, Dean.

And she would've sang the whole song,

but her big tits were falling out.

Did I tell you about her?

No wonder Pablo's so fucked up.

Whoa.

Hey, man. Where's the little guy from yesterday?

Hey, if you're gonna haul me off

to rot in some third world shit hole,

at least have the courtesy to do it in English.

Get back! Hands up!

Stop, please!

I'm sure we can work this out. No?

Hey.

Go.

Go!

Fucking cool.

Uh, what?

Oh, English or American?

American.

I said, "I like that book, too."

But wouldn't it be hard to read it,

if you don't speak Spanish?

Don't worry. I'm not gonna make a scene.

Um...

Thank you for earlier.

That's mine. I mean, I wrote it.

That's me when I've had some sleep.

You know, I'm not an asshole.

I'm just heartbroken and I need some help.

Here. Let me personalize it for ya.

What's your name?

Sofia.

Uh, that's...

S-O...

F.

- F. - I.

- I. - A.

A.

Right.

Did you ever do something you thought would change your life

and then it didn't?

When this came out, I thought I could relax,

because I'd finally shown them.

Up until then, I'd been Dean, the scrappy underdog,

proving to everyone and anyone that I was capable,

and I was able to do something big.

Weird thing is, though, once I'd shown them,

I didn't know who I was anymore.

I was lost.

And then I met Pablo.

You know, the bored guy from the photo?

And, uh...

He changed everything.

It was

like I was an egg that

he cracked open and all this stuff that I thought I'd lost

came spilling out all over the place.

I will tell you something. He's not staying at that house.

I'm here every day.

You know what? I bet you he's at his country house.

Where do people like that go to get away?

Is there a a Malibu or something?

Forget about him, Dean.

Go see the Casa Rosada, watch somebody dance a tango,

and return to real life, okay?

You see, I don't know where that is.

There is no Malibu or something here.

Sorry. I can't help you, Dean.

You left this in the store.

Wanna know a secret?

Yeah.

I wrote it.

You want to know my secret?

I read it. - You're kidding.

No.

I have also read your other book.

"Bottleneck"?

It's good.

If I'm good, will you put me in your next book?

What the fuck.

I'm in the market for a new muse.

Damn.

I'm gonna have to make you a reoccurring character.

Hey.

I'm sorry, I-

Do you not want kissing my face?

Sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry.

I'm just...

I'm nervous.

Okay? I haven't been with anyone for a long time.

And I thought...

You thought, huh,

nothing would be as intense as sex with Pablo Alesandro.

How did you know that?

It's all over your face.

He was crazy to leave you.

Maybe I left him.

And that is why you wander the streets of Buenos Aires,

like a small doggy.

Fuck off.

That's a evil laugh.

Did you ever notice that Pablo does not laugh?

For the longest time, I thought it was my corny jokes.

Then I realized that Pablo can't laugh.

The same way that mutes can't talk.

Yeah.

He's been like that since we were kids.

You can totally picture it.

Two angelic altar boys.

Little Catholic troublemakers.

Running around the mission,

sneaking frogs down the nun's habits,

and getting away with murder.

And playing with each other in the bell tower after mass.

You fucked him?

For two and a half years.

I think you should go now.

Hey.

What's the expression you Americans say? "Chill out"?

You're having fun with me.

It is only sex, man. Relax.

Not anymore.

Okay.

We didn't need anyone else.

Pablo Alesandro.

He likes the bath house.

Bath house.

You know what?

Pablo came to Argentina to be with me.

You were just for fun. A little fun.

Fuck you, asshole.

Was it good for you, Dean?

Was it good for you, Dean?

Hey.

Can I buy you a drink?

I'm going home.

Home?

Pretty girl like you, going home alone on a Saturday night?

Come on, let's go have some fun.

I know a shitty gay bar.

- A gay bar. - Si!

Come on.

Here's my car.

That's your car.

Why the fuck didn't you tell me

that Marcos was Pablo's ex-boyfriend?

Um...

I've learned not to get in the way of a boy and his...

You understand what I'm saying?

Oh, I understand.

I understand there's a lot of shit that you know

that you're not telling me.

I understand you better.

What does that mean?

You like to act tough.

Like holding the gun in your hand today

made you feel like a man.

I enjoyed it.

And I liked your attack on that Brazilian mamarracha.

How you liberated yourself.

Like the people in your cartoons.

Graphic novels.

I wanna go to Pablo's country house.

Take me.

I will take you.

I'll give you money for gas.

I love it out here.

There's no reason we can't live out here, you know?

I could work from here.

There is much in you don't understand.

Well, I learn fast. I'm like a sponge.

When I was a child, my nanny would bathe me every night.

She would do everything for me.

Then, on my 12th birthday, I took,

for the very first time, a bath on my own.

And my mother

invited her friends over to have tea in the bathroom.

Like it was some kind of show, you know?

And as embarrassed as I was when I got out of the tub,

they started to clap and congratulated me for my first path.

Is the whole country that way or you just got a wacky mom?

It's the country.

We like our traditions.

We need to hang onto the past,

because the present is too difficult.

And the future?

I refuse to spend the rest of my life

serving coffees like a maid.

I gotta warn you. This could get ugly.

Pablo and I, we don't do anything without fireworks.

Pablo's not here. This is my house.

Uh...

What?

It's too far for tonight. We will go tomorrow.

Welcome to La Elsa.

So, you two are in cahoots?

What it is, "Cahoots"?

It means I'm getting screwed.

It also happens to be the name of the bar in Lincoln Park

where I first kissed a man and look where that got me.

I knew if I told you, you would not come.

Are you fucking him, too?

Oh, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but she's my sister.

Well, that wouldn't stop you now, would it?

Ding, ding, ding.

You should enjoy the countryside in style.

And this is one of the most traditional country houses.

We were born here, in that chair.

I'm joking.

Want a drink?

Because I do.

Hey, Marcos, Sofia wants to know

if you enjoyed the bellboy's dick.

Sofia couldn't give a shit.

Sofia's going to bed.

I'll have a whiskey.

Are you sure you don't want a drink?

American whiskey?

American whiskey.

Okay, you see, this is what I'm talking about.

Right? This is totally fucked.

I just wanna go back to my hotel, to Guillermo and his lips,

and my view of the Rio Del Plata.

Is there a jitney or somethin'?

What it is, "A jitney"?

It's the name of the bar where I first got fucked.

Oh.

Dean, do you know why Pablo came back to this country?

I'm sure it was because he missed the warmth,

friendliness, and honesty of the Argentine people.

You're very arrogant, you know?

Maybe he's right.

Does someone have a toothbrush I can borrow?

Thanks for the toothbrush.

Need anything else?

I could use a cigarette.

Pablo's 15th birthday party.

I thought this was my room.

Yes, it is.

But there is a ghost in my room.

My mom used to buy these sheets from an aunt in Belgium.

Blind aunts.

They hand-stitched every one.

Even though they're blind?

It feels good against your skin.

To being friends?

Your mother sounds, uh, unique.

I'd like to meet her.

She's dead.

She wanted me to be a priest.

I thought about it, but I think I like sex too much.

Anyway, I...

I cannot avoid to feel guilty,

every time I cum into the sheets.

I think about the nuns in Belgium,

sitting like this,

all night long, while the bell rings and rings.

Dean...

Can I sleep here tonight?

You know, I've got a big day of stalking ahead of me.

Only to sleep.

I don't want to be alone with the ghost.

You'll get used to it.

Happy birthday.

Wow!

This is nice.

What is it? Lambskin?

Thank you, Pablo. It's so soft!

Let me sleep, Jesus.

Did your eyes just move?

Gracias.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Breakfast?

Sure.

Gracias.

Can you take me to Pablo's house now?

Marcos will take you after breakfast.

I want to go now.

Relax. It's maybe...

10 kilometers away?

He's that close?

Why didn't you take me there last night?

Marcos was supposed to kill you last night,

but he couldn't, because he has a crush on you.

Okay. I'll take you now, okay?

Thank you for breakfast.

You're welcome

Marcos, you comin'?

You know, it's beautiful here.

My great-grandfather,

Philippe de Crespi, bought this house.

La Elsa, we would call it.

If things don't improve, Sofia may have to sell it.

Why "La Elsa"?

The official story is that my great-grandfather

had a granddaughter named Elsa.

What's the unofficial story?

His wife, my great-grandmother, was very proper,

and most say, very cold.

And Philippe found passion in another woman named Elsa.

Elsa was the love of my grandfather's life,

but unfortunately, Elsa was also the kitchen assistant.

They had the relationship nobody could know.

- Can we go? - Yeah.

Elsa became pregnant and she threaten Philippe

she would tell everyone,

unless he took care of her and the baby.

I thought it was close?

I lied.

Well, how much longer?

Maybe an hour?

Well, can you stop? 'Cause I really gotta pee.

One night, a trusted servant came to Philippe

and said it was time for the baby to come.

Elsa hoped Philippe's heart would melt, he would protect her

and she'd be with Philippe de Crespi forever.

Philippe, however, saw things in a different way.

He saw her as a snake that would ruin his garden.

So, just as she was giving birth,

Philippe entered Elsa's room.

And...

And...

Ah!

The cliffhanger.

I should introduce you to my agent.

So, how does it end?

Just as Elsa gave birth to his child,

Philippe grabbed his machete,

and sliced off the head of Elsa.

So, do you like my country?

Why didn't he just send her away

to a convent or something?

She could've helped those poor nuns with the sheets.

Because her silence needed to be permanent.

But wouldn't poison be simpler?

"A snake doesn't die, until you cut off its head."

This is it.

- He better be here. - Or what?

Come with me.

When we were in college,

Pablo and I would drive out here anytime we could.

And stay overnight.

It was our only chance to sleep in the same bed.

This fuckin' guy is driving me up the fuckin' wall.

Yes.

Here it is.

I knew there'd be stains of cum.

It was not only me. It was not only him.

It was the combination that made it strong.

Not strong enough.

You're afraid of never finding another man

who can take you to the place Alesandro took you alone.

Don't you?

Marcos?

Pablo, sweetheart!

Honey, I'm home!

Ritalin.

I hope what this say isn't true.

Dean...

Here, I was always happy.

Let me guess.

This is his bedroom.

This is as close as we can get.

Hm.

Marcos?

Fuck me.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Shit, man.

Fuck me.

What's wrong?

What?

What?

You had to see Pablo's house, didn't you?

You wouldn't give up.

Should we call the police?

They will arrest you.

- I didn't do anything. - I believe you.

You're not strong enough of a man to do this.

But the police, they might believe something else.

But you're gonna tell them the truth.

That someone is responsible for this,

and we both know who it is.

So, do something about it, or go home.

Oh, you're so full of shit.

A gun

will not make me help you.

I'm not afraid to use it.

Look at me, you witch.

Your fear.

I can smell this stink of it!

I say a dog can do the same thing.

My son does not make good choices.

You cannot touch him anymore.

Go home.

Fuck me.

Hey.

You know, why don't I just...

Lie down here.

Use you as a pillow.

Ooph!

It's been a stressful day.

Puppy.

Good puppy.

Good boy. Good boy, Rocco.

It's Rocco.

Where is he?

He's in a better place in the sky, you know, for dogs.

Happy birthday.

Here's your gift.

Thank you.

Wow!

This is nice.

What is it? Lambskin?

No.

Golden Retriever.

- You told me you had to- - You always do this.

♪ You put your left foot in, ♪ you take your left foot out ♪

Well, look who I found.

Are you okay?

We put my father there.

We put my mother there

Now I put my little brother there.

That leaves me.

Okay, stop following me. - I'm not following you.

Yeah, you just happen to be sight-seeing

at the cemetery, right?

No, I spent the night there.

I'm serious.

Pablo's mom sicced all these goons on me.

And yet, you don't give up, right?

Because I haven't gotten what I came for.

I flew 15 fucking hours in some piece of shit airplane.

I'm not about to go home without a souvenir.

Hey. What are you going to do?

It's impossible to ignore.

Marcos fucking gave me the secret.

What secret?

Philippe and the kitchen girl.

Who?

I gotta wake up.

I got all these hex packets running around in my head.

I can't shake it. It's like I'm drowning.

Okay, sweetie, you need to go home. Really.

Home? I don't have a home!

Pablo burned it down. Didn't I tell you that?

You know what? I'm tired of taking Pablo's shit.

From now on, Dean Seagrave is done taking shit

from Pablo Alesandro.

I'm done having that snake in my grass.

But this is strange, Sofia.

Not that I haven't considered it as an image.

A very satisfying image, but it's messy, inevitably.

symbolic exorcism is what I'm calling it.

Don't you like the way that sounds?

You don't even know where he is.

Don't you see?

Sofia, everything is coming together.

All my fucked-up fantasies are, are...

They're culminating into the deed itself.

Okay, you know, maybe if I thought happy thoughts,

like going to the beach and doing yoga all day, but fuck it!

I, I can't save Pablo. I'm not Jesus.

I'm not a magician.

I'm just a fag with a gun who needs a chainsaw.

And there's an Argentine Home Depot.

What is a chainsaw?

I'm looking for a chainsaw.

Damn, that noise is loud.

Kind of the downside of those things.

How you supposed to sneak up on somebody?

Do they make silencers for chainsaws?

What are you looking for?

What else do you got that's good for cutting through

something about, uh, this size?

And nothing too high tech,

'cause I don't know if I'm gonna have a plug.

Dean, let's talk outside.

Do you sell machetes?

Machetes.

Philippe Philippe de Crespi used a machete.

Philippe de Crespi?

My grandfather!

It's nice and sharp.

And quiet, huh?

In lots of ways, more satisfying, more visceral.

And a chainsaw would be cheating, right?

Exactly.

I don't want this to be too easy.

I wanna get off on this.

Get my anger out.

Express it.

So, this is a much better choice.

I'll take it.

You sell handcuffs?

How about tape?

Perfect.

Do you want a ride to your hotel?

Now? We just got all this stuff!

I gotta find him.

Yeah. I have something important to do tonight.

I'm sorry. I thought we wanted the same thing.

This place has Pablo written all over it.

All right, I'm gonna take the gun and leave the machete.

You can hold it, but don't let anything happen to it.

Dean, wait.

Dean!

- What's your dog's name? - Elvis.

You know how it is, Elvis.

Sometimes, you need something to take the edge away.

It's okay. He wasn't there.

Let's go.

You okay?

I followed Marcos here, one day.

Ola.

Who are you talking to?

Si.

Ciao.

What's that?

A little gift, for all you do for me.

I'm tired of babysitting stupid boys

who have a tantrum when they don't get the thing they want.

Pablo started it.

It's very easy for you, isn't it? I mean...

You get on a plane and check into a hotel,

and use your credit card to buy a machete,

so you can cut off the head of the boy who didn't love you.

But you know something?

The rest of us live in the real world,

with real problems, okay?

- I can't do it. - Of course not.

Fags can't kill.

He knows all about this.

That was him on the phone.

I told him about the machete.

He's probably still laughing.

Hold still.

Ola.

Sofia?

Pablo.

It's me.

Where the fuck...

Tell me where the fuck he is, or I will use this again,

this time on purpose!

Okay.

I will arrange a meeting.

For tonight.

And?

It's called Club Eroja.

He will be there after nine o'clock.

Are you happy now?

Where's the hospital?

This is Louise.

Louise.

It's Dean. Dean Seagrave.

Are you in the hills? You sound like you're in a pit.

- I'm in Argentina. - Jesus, Dean.

Uh, I just thought I'd call.

So, what's on the agenda today?

Gonna ride by his house on your bike?

Um...

I wanted to apologize.

I mean, for the way I've been acting, I've been

in my own world lately and you're the only one

who's put up with me.

Thanks, Dean.

Is anybody going to Jamba Juice?

I would love a Berry Blast with a protein boost.

Fast.

I'm here, Dean.

Oh, and Louise, I have, uh, I have something for you.

Something I wanna show you.

Oh, the rewrite?

No. Not that.

Something new.

My juices have kind of been flowing down here.

Hey, Dean?

You don't sound like yourself.

I'm coming home, Louise.

There's a flight leaving tonight at 10 o'clock.

I'll be in LA tomorrow at noon.

Great.

Well, I'll shave my pussy.

Bye.

Uh...

Do you know a club, uh, Erojo?

Um...

Oh, yes. It's right on the street called Kaja.

Near a big church.

I write for you. - You know what?

Nevermind. I changed my mind.

How do I get to the airport?

I write it here.

Um, is, uh, is Guillermo here?

No. He's not working now.

Um, could you tell him goodbye for me?

Uh, tell him the crazy American had to go home.

Fuck it.

Uh, hi. Do you speak English?

A man is gonna be coming here later.

Could you give him this note for me?

His name is Pablo Alesandro.

Pablo Alesandro? Oh, he's around the corner.

He's in the church - Around the corner?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Thank you, thank you.

Pablo!

Sofia.

Anna.

Oh, sir. Everyone is upstairs.

Thank you.

Gracias.

Ola.

Ola.

You're cheating on me.

You won't use that.

Pow!

Tell him to go to the next room and wait for you.

Tell him you'll be right there.

Welcome in Argentina.

Gracias.

Oh, stop acting like a child.

It's too late. I've called the police.

You look beautiful, Sofia.

I'm glad you went with the A crew,

and that windbreaker takes my breath away.

Shame about the hand, though.

Where are you going?

Stop. Hey.

Sofia!

Have you seen the stupid American?

No.

And where is Pablo?

He's fucking one of the waiters.

Ooh.

I like it. - Oh, stuff it.

Hands.

Do you fuck her?

Who?

Your wife.

The marriage makes sense for us.

You know, Sofia needs my money and I want her family name.

You know, I wanna be respectable.

I need to be.

Do you fuck her, I said?

It's a marriage of convention, dude.

It's so adorable when you get the words wrong.

Feel free to move any of that stuff, if it's in your way.

Okay.

What's in the cooler?

Space.

Dean.

Here. I wrote you a goodbye note.

Dean, my hands are tied.

No shit.

So, tell me about Marcos.

Marcos?

What did it feel like when you killed him?

I didn't kill him.

Okay, what did it feel like when you found out he was dead

because of you?

I was always honest with Marcos,

but he went a little crazy, you know?

He found me at the gym and he fell down at my feet in tears.

And he was begging me to return to him!

It was grotesque. I was embarrassed for him.

You loved it.

I'm not perfect.

But I'm no murderer.

Didn't you miss me at all?

I don't blame you, if you're mad.

Mad?

I came to South America and you wouldn't even talk to me.

You know, I have lots of problems.

You know, I'm not a good person. You know, I'm a sex addict.

I'm serious!

I go to meetings!

Let me guess. I'm one of your triggers.

It wasn't your fault, Dean.

It just didn't work out.

I, I get scared!

I have intimacy issues.

Oh, shut up!

What more do you want, then, huh?

Dude, I know where you're going.

Yeah, so?

You missed the turn.

Dean, Jesus.

What're you doing?

Pablo, we wouldn't be in this car, if you just-

What?

Love you?

I know what I wanted to ask you.

Was Marcos supposed to kill me?

Does it matter?

Yes, it matters.

I don't love you, Dean.

And I don't wanna be your boyfriend.

I am married, for God's sake.

I gotta take a leak.

No. Oh, no.

No.

That's for killing my dog.

And that's for my hotel bill.

On your stomach.

Let's do it like this, huh, Dean?

Huh?

It's your party.

You said you'd love me forever.

I lied.

I'm ready, Dean. Come on.

I wish we could go inside and take off all our clothes,

and climb under the sheets and lay in your old bed together.

I wish more than anything it could be like that.

I know you're a coward. A coward!

You're kicking my ass with this, dude.

You make, you make "Speed Freak"

look like an Osmond family Christmas card.

Which I haven't gotten in, like, three years.

What the fuck, Jimmy?

I guess you could say I found my voice.

You can't smoke in here.

Sorry.

No, I like the red splotch is used everywhere.

It's like, it's gruesome and it's loud

and it makes me wanna puke my guts out.

I love it.

Did I tell you I got a puppy?

Aww.

And the boyfriend?

Oh, that.

Well, right now, we're in different places, but uh,

who knows what'll happen in the future?

Well, congratulations.

Thanks, sweetie.

Oh, by the way. Big package came for you.

They have it out front. Pick it up on your way out, okay?

Thanks.

I'll let you know where I'm gonna be.

All right.

Better.

Hey, King!

You miss me?

No, it's not for you.

There we go.

Get a little sunshine.

Go cruise.

Woo!

Dean?

Hey, Dean?

Hey, Dean!

Hey, I want a cigarette.

Forget it.

No cigarette.

I want something in my mouth.

Maybe something big, and hard, and juicy.

Knock it off!

Hey, Dean!

Yeah?

Have I got something stuck in my teeth?

I feel like I have a piece of food,

stuck right between my teeth, right here.

No, man.

Looks good to me.