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- Just you and me.

Together.

- Hello!

- Hey, I'm sorry.

How can I help you?

- I have an appointment with Vivian.

- Of course.

She's expecting you.

Follow me right this way.

- Make sure she files her last report.

- Clark, what are you doing here?

- Have you considered dinner with me yet?

- I just...

- Come on!

- How about lunch instead?

- You give me the same answers every time.

- And I'll keep giving you the same answer every time.

Welcome to Stock Gallery.

- Hello, my name is Paul.

It's nice to meet you...

- Eve.

- Eve.

Is this your gallery?

- No, Vivian Stock owns this place.

Is there anything in particular I could help you with?

- I'd like you to show my client's work to Miss Stock, Eve.

- Uh, sir, I'm sorry.

It's just, we don't normally take artist portfolios.

- Good.

Nothing remarkable happens when one acts normally.

- Hey, Vivian...

- Do you think that if I had stayed young and pretty

that he would've stayed?

- You are pretty.

- Good answer.

So, what's it that you wanted when you came in?

- It's this artist.

He's incredible.

You have to take a look at this, and he wants to show here.

- Artist?

The company you want him to show,

the talented ones are nowhere to be found.

But men, all the good ones are taken.

Men are like artists.

They come and they go.

Now, take the day off or I'm gonna have to fire you.

- Okay, but you should look at this.

I'm serious.

- No, no, no.

I'd much rather move alone.

Okay, okay!

Let me look at this awesome artist.

- Eve!

What's this?

- What about it?

Oh, it says here our company is requesting a private room

for our artist.

- Where do I put this? - Right over there.

- The private room?

Yeah, Vivian already told me about that.

We have it all taken care of.

- Oh, I'm sure you do,

but he's saying he only wants the basement,

but what's even more weird is that no one is allowed

to enter and that all of his assistants have to be blind.

- Blind?

- Hmm.

Your artist.

- I'll take care of that.

- Yes, you will. Thank you.

Hi, Sam and I just got done if you guys wanted to...

Paul.

Well, Sam and I are done if you guys wanna come downstairs

and take a look.

- Eve was the petal in the wind

that drew me into your gallery, Miss Stock.

- Petal in the wind.

Oh, please, tell me that you're single.

Men.

Exquisite words.

It's so hard to find.

- Well, I'll, uh, go check on Sammy.

- No, no, no, no, come on back.

Stay with us.

Suave.

- Well...

- Paul.

- Mm-hmm?

- Would you go check on Sammy and Eve's handiwork for me?

Please, please.

- I will inform Sabian his art has been prepared.

- Pretty name.

I didn't even know the artist's name.

- Sabian is very private.

I shall check on the exhibit.

If you'll excuse me.

- Ooh.

Well, it takes all kinds.

- So, what do you think?

Think it's gonna be a success?

- I don't know.

It's visceral, romantic, sad,

a bit of dark, passion.

- Passion?

- Oh, yeah, messy, wet, sexual kind.

Believe me, baby, sex sells.

- You look amazing.

- Thank you.

You look great too.

- So, uh, where's this, uh, artist?

- I don't know.

I haven't met him yet.

- Sabian Maynes?

- Yeah.

- Okay, he sounds like an Armenian rapper.

Anyway, I'll catch up with you later.

I'm gonna go look around a little bit.

It's good to see you.

Oh, and remember...

Dinner.

- Who was that gorgeous guy?

- That's just Clark.

Half his own work has sold out.

Hey, I wonder if he's gonna show.

- May I have everyone's attention, please?

I would like to introduce to all of you Mr. Sabian Maynes.

- Wake up.

Wake up.

I have been drawn to you.

I can feel your love.

I can feel your heart.

- Sabian, may I make a formal introduction?

- I am Sabian.

- Eve, I'm Eve.

- So what do you think of the paintings?

- They're great.

You're incredible.

- What does this one say to you?

- I was thinking it reminded me of a feeling.

You have all this chaos surrounding this man,

and it seems like he's being suffocated by it.

- Maybe he's not escaping.

Maybe he's breaking free, not from the chaos.

- Chaos, the world, what's the difference?

- It reminds me of this song.

There's a grace in letting go.

I'm not being too much of this world.

That's me being poetic.

- What about this one?

- "She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes

and starry skies;

The best of dark and bright, and the aspect

in her eyes."

- Lord Byron.

- Yes.

Pure unconditional love.

I dream only of her.

This painting is about the self-destruction of herself.

The self inside that is fear.

You're born with love, but you learn fear.

To learn and destroy fear as if...

I'm sorry.

There's some questions that I need to get back to

with the reporters.

I...

- Excuse me, Paul?

- Yes?

- I'm a little bit confused.

- You have a question?

- Yes.

And can you excuse my being honest?

- I welcome it.

- You and Sabian seem unique.

How long have you worked for him?

- You think we're odd?

- No, no, that's not what I meant.

I, um...

What I meant to say was...

I don't know.

Never mind, I'm sorry.

- I suppose we are odd,

to be precise, at odds with the world.

- What do you mean?

- The world hides behind the faces of perfection, happiness,

and fake smiles.

- Vivian?

Eve! Evie, Eve!

- What? - Eve, guess what!

The entire collection has officially been sold out!

- Wow, wow.

- Now, now, as soon as all the payments have gotten in,

I need you to get together with Paul

and figure out how much we owe Paul

and how much we owe Sabian, okay?

- Okay, yeah.

- And I want you to do tonight.

- Tonight?

- Yeah, tonight.

- I know it's rather unusual,

but it's how Sabian prefers to deal with his art being sold.

He loathes protracted dealings in money

where his art is concerned.

- Eve, can I ask a favor of you?

- Uh, sure.

- Could you give me a ride home?

- What about Paul?

- Oh, he's having fun,

and I'm sure you could use a break from my moody solitude.

- I don't know.

I still have to consolidate the rest of the payments

for all the art.

- Eve, save me from these people.

- Okay, um, let me just tell Vivian.

My car's parked down the street.

So, uh, not much of a social person?

- I find people boring.

- Hey, asshole.

So where's Paul?

Off doing your bidding, Sabian?

- I'm calling security.

- It's okay, Eve.

- No, it's not okay, Eve.

All right, I've had too much to drink tonight.

I'll just go.

- Who was that?

- Uh, just an art critic.

- Beautiful place.

- You can come in, Eve.

It was one of the first houses built long ago,

back when orange trees lined the streets

and Los Angeles had this trolley system

that the rest of the world envied.

It survived fires and earthquakes and riots

and all types of social upheavals.

And well, now, it welcomes you.

Do you play?

- Oh, no, I, um, I think I only learned to play, like, one-

- Will you play for me?

- Indulge me.

They say that music, like many forms of art,

is a universal language of the soul.

- I've heard that before,

but I never really finished music school.

- Most of my patrons never truly grasp the meaning

of what I do.

I think they're drawn to the suggestion of the forbidden.

- Like a garden with forbidden fruit.

- You know, when I was young,

a starving artist, struggling to make ends meet,

I met a woman who set me straight.

She said,

"The creation of true physical expression is violent,

destructive.

It penetrates you,

none of the things most people could ever embrace.

But if the end result complements the living room sofa,

so be it."

So, all the art, it's sold.

Do you ever feel like the art

that you do takes a little something out of you each time?

You know, Eve, I invited you here for a reason.

- Yes?

- You heard my thoughts, didn't you,

in the gallery?

- No, no, no.

No, I didn't.

There was a lot of people there,

and we both had been drinking, and there was wine.

- I suppose that's what it was.

- That was really a lovely showing tonight,

but it's getting late.

I really should be going home.

Thank you for playing with me.

- You have called upon me again.

- I did not call upon you for another painting.

- Something is troubling you.

- The man, Blake, I saw him again.

How does this dream work?

Another one of Douglas's men.

- He was there outside the gallery.

He heeded my warnings,

but I'm sure it won't be the last we see of him.

And everything's next to us.

- The showings are starting to get more attention

from the public.

They could prove to be a problem in the future.

- Then, we will stop him together.

Prepare the ritual.

- Yeah.

What the hell are you talking about, Douglas?

I just got home.

Shut up.

Hold on.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

- As long as we are together,

there is nothing that can stop us.

There is nothing that can stop us.

There is nothing that can stop us.

- We're not open until, like, another hour.

Excuse me, sir, we're still setting up.

- My name is Douglas Greenwood.

Wish I could say it was a pleasure.

- What can I help you with?

Stock Gallery. Eve speaking.

Yes, we've consolidated all the payments.

You can pick it up in the next week.

I'll have her call you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Greenwood. That was a client.

- All the paintings sold?

- All but one.

That's part of Sabian's collection.

It was a very successful show.

What did you wanna ask me?

- And the request for the private room as he's always done?

- Do you know him?

- We have a history together, yes.

- I'm not obligated to give out that information.

- I'm here to give you a grave warning to stay away

from that place.

It's dangerous.

I pray Sabian doesn't drag you into his hell.

Take my phone number down: 310-555-1246.

Can I use your back exit, please?

I am certainly strange to you, I know,

but I'm not the strangest person you've met recently.

Eve, you and I both know that.

It would be best we kept this meeting between us.

- Eve, where are you? - I'm out here.

- I saw a man walking through the gallery.

Who is it?

- I don't know.

His name is Douglas Greenwood.

Does that ring a bell?

- Douglas Greenwood.

No, no, it doesn't sound like any client of ours.

But hey, guess what?

We're doing another show with Sabian.

- I heard.

- Come on, smile!

Let's go plan.

- You sound distressed. Is everything okay?

- Let me assure you, things will work out.

Vivian's bank is not cooperating with her.

Can something be done?

- I'll take care of it.

- You should have seen a look on this fucker's face.

And then, he says, "But that was our life savings,"

and I gave him that thousand-yard stare.

Ooh, I fucking earned that bonus.

- I want you to tell me story, old man.

- What kind of drugs are you on?

- Power, the power of true love.

Can create the power of true love, isn't it.

True love is the greatest cause of pain.

The bond, it has been weakened.

It can only be broken if you are beginning

to form a bond with another.

- No, no, that's not true.

- You do not wish to break our bond?

- No, I want you to work closely with Sabian.

He's already preparing his next collection

and he needs your help.

We are going to transform this place.

- Vivian, wasn't there something wrong with the bank?

Oh, didn't I tell you?

It was the damnedest thing.

The banker that hated me, he got attacked in an alley,

and apparently, he's in a coma.

- What?

- Yeah, and the banker that replaced him temporarily?

I'm going out with him next weekend.

We are going to do another show in my gallery.

My gallery!

- Eve, up here!

Eve.

- Will this one go in the new show?

- Yeah, it's a series.

You know, Eve, I invited you here for a reason.

- Yeah?

- Would you play for me again?

- Play what?

- Anything.

- I would like to absorb one art while creating another.

This is what we created.

- You drew that, not me.

- Art is about cosmic energy.

Today, we shared that.

We exchanged that energy, Eve, and this is what we created.

I'm sorry. I'm not feeling so well.

Pain takes a lot out of me.

Would you mind letting yourself out?

Sabian!

Sabian!

Oh, my god, are you okay?

Sabian, get up.

Are you okay?

What happened?

- I'm okay.

It's just the painting, Eve, it takes a lot out of me.

Should I call a doctor?

No, no doctors, no doctors.

No doctors.

It hasn't happened in a long time.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're a mess.

- Look who's talking.

You're freezing.

I haven't...

I haven't felt someone's touch in such a long time.

- What the fuck, Eve.

- I want to see that pretty face.

Oh, no no.

Too many years without a human touch

and the poor boy's standing before you.

- Save me...

- It is his time to transcend

that which you think,

you think you can give him what he wants?

Commission of flesh.

What do you know about love?

- Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve, Eve!

- Sabian?

- I told you never to come down here.

- What's happening? - You need to leave!

- What is all this? - Leave now!

- Tread cautiously because you tread on my dreams.

- There's nothing to be afraid of.

- Maybe so, but your connection with her

is what is slowly,

slowly destroying us.

It is what has caused our powers to weaken.

Your lust has weakened our bond.

- What am I supposed to do for being human?

- Kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her,

kill her, kill her, kill her.

- She's done nothing.

- Her very existence is what's slowly destroying us.

You feel it too I know it.

You've seen the disease.

Disobey me, anger me, betray me,

and I can cause you to be very ill.

- I just, I understand.

- Come now.

You have another show to prepare for.

There are ways to restore balance temporarily

until you take care of our little problem.

- Thank you so much for seeing me.

- Not at all.

It's my pleasure.

- Some things have been strange, to say the least.

First, the critic died,

and then the banker that we've been working with.

Only, he's in the hospital now.

And then, last night...

- You know, these things that you say don't make you crazy.

Very demonic spirits that Sabian channels

through magic rituals, voodoo possessions,

that he thinks he can control, manipulate.

He's a fool playing a dangerous game.

The spirits that move through him

and at time resides in his body, Erzulie, Mahala.

And he's drawn to one in particular called Erzulie Freda.

- Freda, like the painting.

- Yes, through Freda,

there are rituals that can bring forth great success,

power, and wealth.

They can also be called upon to deal with enemies,

cause harm and even death.

Yes, and I'm afraid that I'm partially responsible.

I introduced Sabian to these practices years ago

for reasons I will not divulge.

- So, you're saying these spirits were invoked by Sabian?

He wanted this to happen?

- He's a horse, Eve.

- What do you mean by a horse?

- In ancient voodoo,

a horse indicates a devotee controlled by a spirit.

In the rituals, the goal as an object is possession,

whereas the spirit mounts the devotee

like a rider on a horse.

- You expect me to believe all this?

- Of course not.

You're rational.

You believe in order and clear hard reality.

- You sound like him, like Sabian.

- I guess that's true, yes.

- Okay, so say there is some reality in what you're saying,

that would mean that Sabian's into some very evil practices.

- He's a good man at heart.

He just wanted to be a great artist

and live through his art to do so.

The spirit that works through him made somewhat

of a Faustian deal.

He lives all right, and he's achieved great success,

but not without offerings, constant service,

and not without permitting himself to be consumed,

which is inevitable and not without, at times,

having to do some really evil deeds.

So, in that sense,

Sabian is a good man who's a conduit of evil.

- So, Freda, is she real?

- Very much so,

and they've developed the most dangerous of bonds,

one that is built from the purest of love.

- Love?

Wait...

- Yes, love is the greatest thing on earth,

but like all things in life, it must be balanced.

So, tell me, Eve, what is the opposite of love?

- Chaos, pain?

- Death, suffering.

- So, what are you saying?

- In order for this bond and Freda to flourish,

sacrifices have to be made,

great pain and suffering, all of them, everywhere.

But instead of experiencing it, they direct it on others.

The paintings.

All voodoo needs an object,

some sort of material where the spells

and curses can be directed towards.

You've seen voodoo dolls, haven't you?

- Yeah.

- Well, in Sabian and Freda's world, it's the paintings.

It's where they derive their energies.

They put curses on the paintings,

therefore, causing pain and suffering to be had.

They sell the paintings,

like having it strewn into the wind.

- What can I do to stop them?

Can we destroy the paintings?

- The only thing that will stop them is to sacrifice.

If you can destroy Sabian's love for her,

weaken that bond and you'll slowly destroy her.

- But how?

- Seduce him.

- What?

- You're a remarkable young woman.

You're driven towards chaos.

This will be profoundly alluring to someone like Sabian.

Perhaps, you should let him seduce you.

- Hey, Vivian, it's Eve.

I was just wondering if you can have Sammy cover for me

for a couple of days.

I'm not feeling so well.

If that's a problem, let me know.

I'll be at home.

Vivian?

- Hi.

- Hey, Clark.

What are you up to?

- I'm worried.

I haven't seen you in several days,

and the girls at the gallery said

that you're not feeling well, or you're upset, or both.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I just have a lot going on right now.

- I can tell something's bothering you.

What's wrong?

You know you can talk to me.

- No, it's nothing.

I'm fine.

- Okay, and how about getting a bite to eat?

Have you eaten?

I haven't eaten.

Come on, what do you say?

- I have a feeling you're not gonna stop until I say yes.

- That's very true.

Pick you up in an hour?

Come on.

- Okay, okay.

- Perfect. Text me your address.

See you then.

- Okay, bye.

- That would actually be my worst.

- Are you serious? - Just like, isn't it,

instead of going under the ice and trying to get back up

and not being able to get back up.

- Okay.

- Yeah, that's like what you have times three.

That's like my...

- Have you ever taken her dancing?

- I'm like...

We've done dancing. We've done dancing.

- Kind of like- - Do more like,

yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Hey, hi, welcome back.

- You go to that place often?

- Yeah.

- Did you, uh, why, you not into it?

- No, I really liked it.

Thank you for dinner tonight.

It was great. - Yeah, right.

You didn't even eat anything.

So you're gonna come out on Tuesday, right?

I promise you'll have fun.

- It's at 2:00? - Yeah, well, we wanna leave

at like 12:30 or something.

- I have the second showing of the gallery.

- Oh, come on, you'll be fine.

I really just think I'm gonna go.

- Eve, you look more beautiful every time.

- Sabian, we really need to talk.

I think it's about...

Are you okay?

Sabian! - Whoa there.

Sabian had a bit too much to drink.

- Wait. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sabian is fine.

- See, there he is.

I told you he didn't go far.

- Are you okay? You look sick.

- What exactly was that about?

- Step aside, police, police, police!

Step aside. - Step aside, everybody.

- Someone turn the lights on.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

What exactly is this about?

- I'm Detective Bowie.

We are here to investigate the disappearance

of Clark Boardman.

I'm gonna need to have a few words with you.

This is a private party.

- We need to ask you some questions.

- Got it. But this is a gallery opening.

- Do you know who this person is?

- No, I don't.

- Did he attend your party alone?

- I don't know.

- Who's Eve?

- I'm Eve.

What's this about?

- Do you know this man?

- Yeah, that's Clark. He's a friend of mine.

- Well, he's gone missing.

- What?

- I need to know everything you know.

- We were supposed to go out tomorrow.

He invited me out tomorrow.

- Are you two romantically involved?

- No, no, it's just I...

- Officer, if this is not an interrogation,

you're spoiling the party.

Arrest someone or kindly leave.

- When you hear something.

Okay?

- Okay.

- I am starting to fade, Sabian.

- She will not be a problem any more.

- Until you kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her,

your powers will continue to diminish.

- I will not see her again.

- True love, true love, true love, true love, true love,

it's all compromise.

- To restore balance again.

- And it will be just you and me again.

There is nothing that true love cannot conquer.

- Sabian, just you and me.

Kill her.

- Sabian?

- Just hold me.

- I thought I saw you.

- There's something I must confess to you.

- You don't need to say anything.

I already know.

I just wanna know why. - What do you know of love?

- It's eternal,

that when two souls meet, together they become one.

- I can feel the love in your heart.

Can you feel the deaths in mine?

I could never experience, not with them there..

What if I could?

That was Freda, the girl in the painting.

She gave me everything I ever wanted.

She made my art something that I could,

I could have never done on my own.

- Something's missing.

- I could...

I could never experience that, only through my art.

And all the while, I was decaying inside.

I knew that someday I would be reunited with her,

but only in spirit.

- She must know that.

- She's not human, Eve.

Human pleasures mean nothing to her.

- We can end this.

- I know what we must do.

Come on.

If we do this, I'm never gonna be the same.

- We'll go through this together.

- What did you say to him?

- It's not important.

Grab the Freda painting. Bring it to me.

We're putting it above the salt of the bay.

- Not without you.

- Please go. You must do this.

- Out. - Sabian.

Poor thing. Sabian.

- This doesn't make any sense.

- No, it's the spirit world you dwell in.

You think that you as a mortal know the secrets

of our universe. - Punish them.

- You can't come out unless I summon you.

- Your kind do not control me.

Yes, I thought you were different.

- Punish them. - I thought

that you would rise above the flesh, being of pure energy,

to be a warden and my companion for eternity.

- There's too much darkness.

All this death, all this killing.

- You will not be about death.

How in death, you don't even know anything

about how it works.

- And you do?

- Punish them. Punish them.

- You see, the problem with your tiny, little mind,

is that you see yourself as separate from the universe.

- Find them. - You think

that you are while, for what you don't.

You can't comprehend it.

- Punish them. - Your brain is limited.

You cannot see the fabric of time.

Today you die, and tomorrow

you could be born a little girl

in 1200 BC.

You are born each time.

- Punish them. - Start from each new

in different times, in different bodies.

Your soul will grow into its final form.

When you have learned your lesson,

then you will be with us.

You're barely there where you touch.

- What's the point of all this?

- The last thing of the last thing of the last.

This one is over.

If it's one eternity you seek with your Eve,

then I will grant to your wish.

- Let them run into the process of death.

- I can show you the canvas of your life.

- Frozen in time together.

- Sabian, may you find your love.

- Locked in a painting forever.