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Originally aired: Friday October 28, 2005 on Showtime

It's good to hear your voice.

It's good to hear your breathing.

You're running out of hours.

I'm running out reasons.

Every time I turn around

you're gone.

But, tonight I won't tell anyone.

But I should call the cops.

Or I should call your father.

But you're sayin' you don't care.

So maybe I won't bother.

Everybody notices when you're gone.

And everybody wonders what they did wrong.

I believe anything can happen to anyone,

anywhere, and anytime.

I learned that when I was kid.

I also learned how to do at the weirdness.

You know, to me this world is a pretty fuck up place, Ellen.

Sometimes it makes me just want to go out of there and...

shoot all these assholes.

So I guess you don't think that...

the good things here at the earth

What? This?

They can have it.

It's not so bad.

If you don't think about...

the price of gas or the commuter traffic.

No, see now, that's the fucked up part.

The gas, the traffic.

And people get mad about it too, they are.

If you ask me, one of these days, the whole thing's just gonna blow up.

I mean... did you know that in Thailand

you can sell your baby, your 5 year old kid, to a sex-shop.

And we could do the same thing here.

The only difference is, is you can't advertise for it.

Are you always this charming on a first date, Bruce?

Or do I look like a girl who is really interested in what's going on in Thailand?

Sorry.

I get a little worked up sometimes. I apologize.

Do you want to get out here?

Wow, God. This place is awesome

Yeah, my dad built it when I was little.

I used to come up here every summer

and go hunting.

Man, it's really coming down.

God, I hate the rain.

Oh, come on, man!

Jesus!

I love the rain!

Oh, I love it!

Well, you look really good in it.

Well, thank you.

Oh, God.

Oh, shit.

Hello?

Are you okay?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Are you okay?

It was my fault.

My phone doesn't work. I can't call for help.

Are you hurt?

Help me!

You've always got to expect the unexpected... and do the unexpected.

See, that's what would save you if some wacko wants to put the hurt on you.

You're just crazy as they are.

And they don't know what the fuck to do with you.

Well, as if crazy doesn't work?

Oh, crazy always works.

- What if it doesn't? - Yeah.

You fall back and you fight with whatever is available to you.

- You see it? - What?

This.

All this wilderness.

You could really use it to your advantage, you know?

- Oh yeah. - Yeah.

You take a tree, make a sling...

Or... you can pick up a sharp stick and gouge someone's eye out.

My point is...

as long as they don't see it coming,

then you've got the edge, okay?

Well, I think you got to catch up first.

Yep, you do.

Really? You didn't not just call me out like that.

I'm gonna get you, woman!

I'm right behind you.

It's too fast for you, huh?

- Oh, I let you catch me. - I don't think so.

- Yes. - No.

Let me up.

Bruce, let me up.

Let me up. Let me up.

What?

It's time to do the unexpected.

Do you see?

Gonna do the unexpected.

Shit!

Eat that, mother fucker!

When everything else fails you,

try anything.

I really thought you'd be better than that by now.

Well, we all came fast wrapped and ready as my darling husband, can we?

You know what?

That's exactly the type of thinking that's gonna get you hurt.

Alright, you're pulling the trigger and that's why your shots are all going wild.

Ok it's getting late, I told John we will meet him in town for dinner tonight.

All right. We'll see.

Balance is everything.

Nature is balance.

Guess I'm gonna make some dinner. You want anything special?

No, I'm not hungry.

I'm just gonna walk the perimeter and call an early night. I got a big day tomorrow.

Getting to go with the survival fix again?

You don't know what you talking about, Ellen.

So I'm just going to ignore that you said that, okay?

Okay, whenever you want to get out of this, say so.

I mean Bruce, you are really freaking me out right now.

We don't even go out anymore.

You sit all your day with this Net-Johns.

We don't even have a house in the city anymore.

The cities aren't safe anymore, Ellen.

You will thank me when this shit happens.

When the big one drops, we can just wait it out of here,

while those mad people rise up and fucking kill each other.

What is this shit you're even talking about, huh?

I don't understand anything you say to me anymore. And I'm your wife.

I'll be few hours.

Where are you, where are you, where are you?...

Come on, you bastard, come and get me.

Come on, you bastard, come and get me.

No, no, no, no...

Help me!

Oh God, help me!

No! Please!

You're weak, Ellen.

You've always been weak.

I knew it the first time I met you.

Pitiful, you are born weak. It's pathetic.

Why the hell did you marry me, Bruce? What are we doing?

- What is fucking point of anything? - Because I wanna teach you something.

Look me when I'm talking to you!

Look at me, Ellen.

I wanna to make you strong.

And I know you got potential, I know you do, I know within you.

And I will not let you prove me wrong.

Show me.

- Are you kidding? - Take the knife.

Please, take the fucking knife. Do it for me!

- Oh, come on. - Take the fucking knife, Ellen.

Show me what you got. Come on, please!

- So it all comes down to this? - You bet your life.

That was pathetic.

Try harder. Pick up the knife.

Don't take your eye off me.

Wooh! All right.

You wanna cut me? Come on, come on.

See, I know you can do so much better.

Come on. Come on, cut me

- Give me the knife. - No!

I'm leaving you.

I can't do this anymore, Bruce.

I'm sorry.

Everybody's sorry for something, Ellen.

I'll survive.

Ellen, you can survive anything.

Oh, no! My god!

Good lord! It smells bad in here.

When did anybody clean it up? By golly!

It's one thing I can't stand. It's a messy house.

No matter how much I sleep, whenever I wake up,

it's still this same messy house!

Hi.

I'm Buddy.

Not too many come up that road.

May be one a night. Didn't make the turn into you either, huh?

Well one in ten usually don't.

He's had a real backlog, lately.

Did you bring any candy?

I like it when they bring candy.

Sweets past the time so much faster, don't you agree?

I'll take that as a maybe.

Your friend is pretty.

He must think you're both very special, he didn't kill you like the last two.

They were bad girls.

Kind of nasty, you know?

I guess they sort of deserved it.

Did you know what they did?

They wanted to do... sexy things with him.

They said they'd do anything he wanted if he didn't hurt them.

But he doesn't want sexy things.

Those things are bad.

You see so many bad things in your life.

It all comes in through your eyes.

And sometimes your eyes lie to you.

And show you things you don't want to see.

So... he makes them go away.

Where are we?

Well, you've came home.

I've been here waiting for you.

Well, I've been waiting for someone, I guess it might as well be you.

Might as well be anyone, really?

What is he?

His face is like the moon.

So beautiful.

I used to call him Moonface but... he didn't like that for long.

I was always making fun of him.

That sick... bastard, he cuts out their eyes.

Oh, he does that with everyone, girl. I thought we was clear on that.

You'll have to be on certain terms to relate to him.

And the eyes, well, they are usually the first things that have to go.

Guess we're lucky, you and me.

Why hasn't he killed us?

Reasons.

There must be a million reasons.

He might be busy.

After all, he has to move those cars miles away to dump them.

So no one can ever find us.

Oh, he's so smart.

Listen to me, okay.

I left my cellphone

up on the road.

I could get you out of here.

Okay, if you can get me out of this.

I can really go and get us help, okay?

Sorry.

I would if I could, but I can't.

So about the candy. Did you bring any?

What's your name anyway?

I'm Buddy. Did I tell you that already?

I thought we can be good friends... for a while.

- I think he really like you. - Shut up!

Yeah, we could sing some songs.

Do you know any songs? I know lots of songs.

No, no, no.

He is a sick fuck!

He loves grand.

We could sing a song about love? Did I ask you about that?

Do you know any songs? I like to sing.

Singing is good for the soul.

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver

but that did not seem to grieve her

Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixieland!

Oh shut up! You crazy old fuck!

Shut up!

Well, there's no need to shout.

Oh, please, little girl. You'll only hurt yourself.

Oh, I have get out of here. I have to get out of here.

You know if Dixie is not your cup of tea, fine. But there's no need to be impolite.

- You can find a song we all like. - Shut up!

Well, what song do you know?

Don't you get it?

He's going to kill us.

He's going to kill us.

Don't know any song, huh?

Well, that's okay.

There's other ways to pass the time of day, I guess.

I need to find a way to get out of here.

I need to find a way to get out of here...

There is a way to get out of here.

Maybe there is.

Maybe it's right over your shoulder.

Go for it

Go for it.

You can make it, I know you can.

Yes. Go deep... deeper.

Don't give up, don't give up.

You're strong, not like those dirty girls.

Not like the others.

Don't be afraid.

You're... you're strong.

Yes, you can make it. I know you can.

Yes!

Oh, my dear!

Oh, my dear, dear girl.

He knew.

- He knew, he knew. - Be quiet!

He can hear you!

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton.

Old times there are not forgotten.

Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixieland!

Would you shut the hell up!

Shit!

Hell of a night, huh, Moonface?

You fucking bitch!

You're a goddamn whore!

No! What are you doing!

Sick!

Don't please don't!

Don't you wish you were fucking me.

Please, don't! Please, please, please.

What are you doing?

You act like fucking whore, I'm gonna fuck you like a whore.

No!

You know what Ellen?

One last lesson for you.

Me calling Harry shit.

I hate you!

Fucking hate you!

You motherfucker!

Fucking ass hole, I fucking hate you. I'm going to kill you.

Kill you!

Fucking kill you!

Fucking kill you!

I hate you!

Oh, my God!

I see all evil.

All the evil in the world.

Beautiful.

It almost look sad, doesn't he?

Like a crying clown.

He's the newest member of the family.

You can call him uncle Brucie.

That's his name.

I have him to thank.

It was all his hard work and

determination,

that got me out of here alive.

Fucking bastard.

I'm so sorry for you.

So, so sorry.

Everybody's sorry for something.

No.

No, no...

No!

It's good to hear your voice.

It's good to hear your breathing.

You're running out of hours.

I'm running out reasons.

Every time I turn around

You're gone.

But tonight I won't tell anyone.