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I always felt the greatest excitement imagining the world beyond the headlights.

The faster I went, the more seductive this world would become.

Never realized that there was nothing out there...

that wouldn't turn into the dull street eternally rushing through the lights.

Never realized that I was always searching for her.

Like now.

A stranger in a strange country.

A stranger in my own story.

It feels like I've been here before.

She took me here, she wanted me to come all the way to find her.

That's why she turned her diary into this book.

A road map of memories.

Just north of the Big Wall.

Kein Ende der anhaltenden Dürre in Sicht, aber wir kühlen euch ab...

an diesem heißesten Tag seit Beginn der Temperaturmessungen.

Ja Leute, heute, am 13. August 2019, um 14.15 Uhr,

hat die Furnace Creek Wetterstation eine Lufttemperatur von...

58,3 Grad Celcius gemessen.

Bleibt im Schatten und lasst die Finger von der Zeitung,

whether she writes the truth or not, she could catch fire in your hands.

Each chapter and each word I did not share ...

pulled me closer to the ground.

That was my seduction.

Yes, I'm already here. The meeting is in 15 minutes.

I know. Everything's perfectly prepared.

No.

You call it a day and tomorrow we'll have a signed contract.

Without a desalination plans California wants dry out.

There's no interest in postponing this, Not even for one day.

Exactly, 'Advancement Through Technology'.

Relax, I am not distracted.

I know why I'm here.

I am about to enter the building.

The day I arrived in the desert, Frank died.

He disappeared like all living things under the silver sun,

which burns through the sky like a giant magnifying glass.

His looks,

His smell,

his words faded in my memory.

The desert became my new life.

I was born again.

And every time I go to LA returned, I felt

as if everything except me was life.

That was my desert.

The silent ones were most like me.

They allowed me to enter my own world.

I felt alive and every ...

"Should I take off my clothes?"...

gave me back a piece of life.

Every "Should I take off my clothes? and play with me? "...

let him touch me again:

Him...

Frank.

1996th

There are no such years anymore.

My favorite year.

I came home in mine Strip Club on the Bikini Lane.

We danced and laughed a lot.

Celine Dion sang:

"I am everything that I am because you love me."

We have our names are not chosen.

The manager did it.

I became Hope and my best friend was Destiny.

He said men would be fall in love with us when we kiss ...

and he was right.

Hope kisses destiny.

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

Morning mornings by the motel's pool ...

could the price for a private Double Dance in the evening.

On Mondays, when the men enter the rooms rented by the pool, were gone,

I dove to the bottom and Waiting for Destiny to save me.

I ate after her,

as much as after the bunker.

Wake up, you do not dream.

The shimmering heat can do you to fool a mirage.

The driver of the truck, the has strayed off Highway 1-90,

has stated in the police report he was a big, with golden ...

Ornate ornate wall dodged, which blocked the highway.

You hear right, people! The life writes the strangest stories.

So, always stay true to the truth loyal - and us, at K-X! T Palm,

north of the Great Wall.

Miss Archer, It's me again, Frank.

Yes exactly. Frank Patrick!

It's about the book by Ross Sinclair - her client.

I know, but the publisher has referred me back to you!

This evening?

Yes very good!

I have this Godforsaken place discovered.

The Armagosa Cemetery.

Something drew me into its spell.

I strolled between the graves,

as if stunned by the Variety of memories.

One was dark black marble,

another nothing but a small one Metal shield on a pole.

And one was Memory of a Frank.

I imagined he was.

Yesterday I was back.

Visited "my" Frank.

Maybe I will one day lay next to him.

But that would not just be a new one Chapter. That would be a new book.

They really believe,

"her" Marie would see her again if they were "that" Frank?

Well Frank,

the reality exists in the human mind ...

and nowhere else.

I'm sure you understand her repeated request ...

to meet the author can not comply.

As I said on the phone,

I am no stranger.

I know that Ross ...

or whatever she calls herself, MY Marie is.

Your Marie?

Yes, Marie Waltz!

We were close, years ago.

She wrote a diary.

This book, that's her,

that's our relationship.

My person...

I am a character in the book.

No, no figure.

I AM in this book.

I am Frank.

I have known Ross for 20 years.

There is no Marie.

Tell Marie, I'm here.

Time to go, Frank.

You find out yourself?

He is here.

Ready to go.

I send them in Package with instructions.

Book the girl, we talked about.

Exactly,

the girl.

Believe me, he will be there.

He will search the places from the book.

You just have to make sure that he finds her in the bunker.

On the 11th day of the uprisings in Sacramento ...

are 68 more protesters been arrested,

after on Monday 6 illegals during a supposed attack ...

were shot to the 13th area.

The Eastside around the Campus of the university is restricted area.

The National Guard has one Curfew imposed after 8pm.

You hear KX! T Palm, one week before the referendum,

the voice of love in the eye of the storm.

Of course I was there ...

the meeting was called off When I arrived at the front desk.

I mean, what can you do? It's force majeure.

Except for Ed none of the execs have power of attorney.

Yes, the meeting has just been postponed for a few days.

Nothing has changed.

Where did you send it? To the hotel?

No! I relocated.

I do not want to be available for the next few days.

Exactly. I'll be in touch.

The bunker.

The shell of a power plant,

forgotten in the middle of the desert.

The concrete walls were built on the Illusion of a prosperous future.

Sometimes, when I was chained to her,

I could plunge into the void, that surrounded her.

Every stroke with the stick,

every slap was a word in a duo with my soul.

It was a dance,

nothing but a dance.

I entered my life, while I wasted it.

The men wore masks ...

and a camera filmed her for their own protection.

I became a movie star in movies, nobody would ever see.

It was overwhelming.

Do not move.

Hold still!!

5!

How was it?

It was good.

I'll call you.

In order.

Can I ask you something?

Yes.

This place, out there in the desert ...

where you had your session ...

is the place known for such a thing?

I understand.

I have to disappoint you, I do not offer this here.

No no, I just want to talk about it.

Let's start, without talking.

Should I take off my clothes?

Should I...

take off my clothes ...

and play with me?

We have this illusion to be just one person

to own a single personality, which stands for all our deeds.

But that is not true.

It would be a horrible one Injustice,

to judge us alone in one act.

At long last,

a figure may always ask who she is.

She has a life of her own,

shaped by their own Characteristics.

That is why she is always a "somebody".

A person against it may well be a "nobody".

I imagine, Frank one day ask the same question.

I see him through driving abandoned roads,

Looking for me.

And I see him finding someone

he does what I do,

he's talking, like I'm talking,

maybe even think what I think.

But that's not my life

not my diary.

It is Frank's life.

Hey.

Hey.

I figured, this is your car.

- Indeed? - Yes I have hoping to see you again.

And here you are.

Yes?

Mh, yes. What do you think?

Can we have a look to arrange for a coffee?

Come on. You know it does not work that way.

Come to my show.

OK.

Destiny gave me this Read poem.

'With empty hands I enter the world.

Barefoot, I leave her.

My coming, my walking ...

two simple events ...

embrace each other. '

Yes, I can hear it.

You know their kind.

She had a hard time. That goes without saying.

The manuscript is fantastic. And the first ..., the first act is perfect.

Yes, I read it.

We are currently shaping the ...

second act.

A man falls in love with a ghost.

Yes, it's straight out of her journal.

A diary from the realm of the dead.

We'll talk later.

So.

Show me your gear.

No. Not so.

You have to be more confident. Arrogant.

And your hair? I told you, you should wear it open.

Not pinned on the neck.

I tried it. I do not feel like it.

It's not about you.

Do I really look like her?

She is dead, right?

Come in.

I go to the supermarket. Do you need something?

No thanks. I drive away for a few days.

- Back to LA? - Yes, with a stop in Joshua Tree.

How is your summer going so far?

Not enough vegas guys.

- And what about him? - He is from Germany.

I call him the German Hans.

Well, at least the clock is running.

I give him a discount. He just wants to talk.

I think he's just looking for something or someone. No idea.

Keep your eyes open.

Do you want to come over, before he wakes up?

Yes, give me five minutes.

No problem.

What will save us, when the Vegas sources dry up?

The same thing that saves the country, whenever it is in crisis ...

the movies.

I love movies.

Will you make me a movie star?

You and me?

Yes, and the sleeping German becomes our director.

You like him, right?

Why do not you hate him? for one of the movie jobs?

You're awake.

The heat kills me.

You get used to it.

Great movie.

- Do you know him? - Yes.

Wonderful artist.

When I was a child,

I believed, my grandfather is a murderer.

He looked like Peter Lorre.

- Is he alive? - no.

Did you ever meet him?

No.

Then he could to have been a murderer.

This is true.

You already know, Second World War.

But then he probably was not Peter Lorre. - This is true.

Can I sleep here tonight? It There are no vacant rooms far and wide.

Since Monday I live in my car.

I'm sorry,

but that is against the rules.

Understand.

- It's too expensive. - Yes.

I would like to understand it.

What?

What drives you.

Where?

To do what you do.

Do you want to get started?

Nobody would book me.

I would do it.

Behind the camera.

Do you have experience?

HM Yes.

All right then: You can sleep with me tonight,

in return you will work for me.

Our top clients wear masks.

They are men in high positions.

You pay for a movie never for sex.

A kind of legal protection.

The films are for their protection.

You are filming to protect her ...

and U.S.

You and me?

No, me and my girlfriend.

Who is your girlfriend?

You'll get to know her.

Tell me, if it gets too much.

OK.

Stop.

I have this Godforsaken place discovered.

The Armagosa Cemetery.

Nothing but a small one Metal shield on a pole.

Maybe I will one day lay next to him.

But that would be not just a new chapter.

That would be a new book.

The customer has just the next session was canceled.

He paid, but he will not come.

He will not come back.

Destiny turned away from me.

One of our movie jobs has been canceled and she blamed me.

People writing diary do not live in the present.

She says, I should finish it.

Maybe make a novel out of it.

Write the last chapter.

I think, she is jealous of Frank.

I do not believe that for a moment can exist in the present.

If you realize it, he is already past.

My past is Frank,

my diary is infinity.

My immortality.

I do not know if I have this Leaving the world barefoot,

as Destiny once said to me.

I imagine the steps in my strip club,

down into the red light, as my exit.

And if I go through that mirrored glass kick,

that separates me from the clients,

then I would finally arrive.

It was like you were come back home ...

in a long forgotten time.

I saw her grave, she does not exist.

- Who does not exist? - Your girlfriend,

she died, on September 30, 2001.

Why do you have her brought back to me?

You're scaring me.

It sucks my life out.

Every step I'm afraid to fall.

Every side, which I opened,

put me in a kind of ecstasy.

Everything spoke so loud to my soul.

Frank, what are you talking about?

Who are you?

A figure in search after an author and forgiveness.

I was wondering when you would come back.

It is her story.

And it was her life.

And you found me.

You really thought it would be Marie?

Marie had talent, but ...

no talent that went beyond her diary!

Of course, such a bestseller needs a brilliant head like yours.

You stole her life.

You're Destiny, right?

I loved the woman, that you destroyed.

But she always loved you only.

Maybe she could do it unable to cope with the child.

Do not worry, I have you never told her about her father.

I love it, to leave my figures in the dark.

What do you think of her? Now that you have met her.

This is for you.

With empty hands I enter the world.

Barefoot, I leave her.

My coming, my walking - two simple ones Events, entwined.

In a good story the hero has to die.

But she always loved you only.

Maybe she could do it unable to cope with her child.

What do you think of her?

After you have her have met now.

Yes people, today, on August 13, 2019, at 2:15 pm ...

has the Furnace Creek weather station an air temperature ...

measured from 58.3 degrees Celcius.

yes,

it was like going home ...

entering into a long since faded time.

I knew I wouldn'thave to look for her any longer.

She would find me.

But the seduction is inevitable.

No living person can escape her. Not even the dead.