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Your hunter.

I know.

I know.

I love you.

In everything.

You don't have to sell yourself to me.

I gave away my room.

That's unfortunate.

The airline lost my luggage because of the mist.

It's been a disaster.

Aren't you the poor little match girl?

Hans Christian Andersen?

I don't really listen to European music.

I'm just so excited to be in the movie with you.

Fuck me My

room is this way

Hey. You know, I can stay on the couch.

It looks super comfy.

You can stay with me. I'm just taking my face off.

Okay.

Cool.

I don't know if I can post these.

People will say I've become unrelatable.

Can you help me with this?

You've got expensive taste.

Play date?

That bingo hasn't been cool in ages.

It's for the masses.

For the masses?

Oh, you're so unrelatable.

Ew.

Who would want to be relatable?

A hunter wants to be relatable.

It's a metrics thing.

Oh, no, no, no.

You can let the numbers measure you, but you can't measure yourself by the

numbers.

That's wise.

Did you pick that up at a sound bath?

There's not a single person on this planet that is like you.

You're a very specific speck of stardust. Stop.

No, you stop.

This means something.

Say it with me.

I am a wholly unique

consciousness.

I am a wholly unique...

Consciousness.

And I am made of stardust.

I am made of stardust.

The moment you forget that is the moment you disappear.

Who are you?

I'd like you to meet Dominique.

My stepmom.

But you are so young.

And you know nothing about Johnny Thunders.

My father, my...

He

likes beautiful things and beautiful people.

He's a powerful man.

Do you think he's playing games with you?

He is.

Do you think he's being sincere with you?

He is.

Sometimes he wants to impress you.

Other times he wants to be impressed by you.

Usually the latter.

In his mind, you either have it or you don't.

I want to be genetic because I'm the same way.

Isn't it a sign of good luck?

As a matter of fact, it is.

A pick of the needle is a sign of success.

Fucking prick me, bitch.

Preferably in the eye.

Have you experienced Miss Fortune?

I am a victim of the mist.

This is not the mist you need to worry about.

It's a tragedy, if you ask me.

Something no father should have to endure.

I remember the day that you were born.

The day I saw the universe.

My dear Al, I always carry you.

Always. I couldn't imagine losing you.

But if I did, I'd search the earth until my legs stopped working.

And if I had to kill to find you, I'd do it and I'd keep on doing it.

I would turn the oceans red before I gave up on you.

And that, my dear girls,

is the tragedy of the Leather Man.

Who?

The Leather Man is a father searching

for his daughter lost in the underworld.

A father cursed to search for lifetimes, who eventually forgets who he's

looking for.

But when the mist returns, he remembers.

He remembers her.

He comes with the mist, searching.

His face, an infinite abyss.

His strength, insurmountable.

He wears leather gloves covered in razor-sharp diamonds, searching for her

and any girl who sees him. For when you see him, he sees his daughter, and he

will try and destroy you and anyone around you to get to her.

And the only way to kill him...

is to cut off his hands.

That's why they say, take care of your daughters,

or he will.

Daddy is fascinating.

He's just a money guy.

And you can call him Johnny.

Okay.

I wasn't expecting Johnny to be like that one bit.

He is so curious and nurturing.

He has this backwards logic where he thinks that fucking girls my age will

somehow bring him closer to me But didn't he like

marry Dominique

Why are you leaving me, Daddy?

I want you and Dominic to be friends again.

It's a sweet fantasy.

Making a movie is like going to war.

It'll bring you girls closer.

I'm here because I wanted to go to war with you.

I would have never ever agreed to this if I knew where you were going to go.

I'll only get in the way of you two making up if I'm day.

You girls coming together is how we become a family again.

Dominic's one of us.

She's like us, but she's not one of us.

And a different... She loves you something fierce.

Maybe more than she loves me.

This movie's gonna be hell.

Promise me you'll be a good girl and play nice while I'm gone.

Hmm?

What is she doing?

No.

No.

I'm sorry, but... Do you guys want to hear something scary?

I fell down the Leatherman rabbit hole last night.

And everything Johnny said

is true.

And there are these beings...

Kingmakers.

This pair of women.

They always come in two.

And they can be old or young,

hideous or beautiful.

And sometimes they can even become shape

-shifting foxes.

With multiple tails.

Magic foxes. Yes.

And they are the guides for the Leather Man.

And they are neither good nor evil.

Neutral.

Morally ambiguous.

This is legit.

This leather guy has been around for, like, ever.

Some cultures call him the leather king, but most people

call him

the devil.

Oh, no.

Not the devil.

And it's these magical lady foxes who

help him.

His destroyer.

They are the ones who make him.

And they are the ones who end him.

I just want you to understand

that what we saw was not.

A normal murder.

What the fuck is a normal murder?

I feel like you two should be a bit more traumatized by this.

Trauma comes in all forms.

I mean, I couldn't even... pretend.

To kill Elle today.

I really think we saw the Leather Man.

Al, sad to miss your big day tomorrow, but happy that we can bury the hatchet.

Use it with love, Dad.

I fell with eleven men.

I fell and took my-

Is he a ghost?

A monster?

A god?

I don't know.

But what I do know is the mist has returned.

Girls are dying.

Yankee.

Thank you very much.

Who are you?

In the world...

One of the saddest people in the world.

He's an American soldier.

His name is Kay.

He brought his daughter here.

But his daughter was kidnapped.

One of the many girls who were kidnapped.

The other day...

When the fog came out...

I

remember.

One of the girls I heard about.

Some people say it was a monster's doing.

That it was a monster from that world.

Thank you very much.

Hi there.

People tell me I have a death wish.

I've thought about it.

Figured if I died, I'd go to hell.

If I went to hell, I could find the Leatherman.

If I found him,

I could kill him and bring her back.

Thank you, Diane.

Not now.

How?

Boy.

Yeah.

Get over here!

I'll pay you back.

I'll pay you back.

I'll pay you back.

You really fucked up this time.

I'm sympathetic to your situation.

Losing a child the way you did.

Well, the accuser is one thing.

But our friends at the police department... They can't have their men

mistake mercy for weakness.

Compliments of Uncle Sam.

It is not the mist you need to worry about.

It is what brings.

When the maid returns, he remembers.

Daddy!

Daddy!

And he will destroy everything and everyone in his path.

to get to her.

Take care of your daughter, or he will.

It's a bit performative, but it's tradition.

That's so cool.

You guys speak wolf.

We used to speak it all the time.

It's our secret language.

You know... When I first met Al,

she told me she was an orphan.

So I bought her drinks all night.

My little match girl.

She got so drunk, I had to bring her home.

And she threw up all over me and my bed.

And we've loved each other ever since.

I want to be an orphan, too.

Should we play orphans tonight?

Nico, then Tom.

He'd probably adopt all of us.

Bea?

Nico? Put your tongue back in your mouth.

Oh, come on.

I adore Nico.

And he's always wanted to meet you.

Of course he wants to meet me.

He famously hates my father.

I read that.

I gave our driver the night off.

No need having one of my husband's snitches keeping tabs on us.

I'm going home.

You really want the night to end?

Your fucking dad, Johnny Tunders, is a sick motherfucker.

Hi.

I like freaky shit, okay?

Like the real freak shit.

But Johnny... He's next level.

We were in this lesbian day and then performance.

Actually, it was pretty interesting.

Fucking grunchy crowd.

And in the corner of the whole thing, there was Johnny.

And Johnny was pointing right at me.

Like... Right.

You want to see something scary?

Next thing I know, I'm in the art studio behind a dumpling store in Chinatown.

Watching a super 8 installation about one of the greatest living artists.

That one is called The Fucking Fiddler.

Ew.

Like a baby?

Like a dead baby, yeah.

And Johnny saw this? Oh, yes.

He bought it right there.

Paid like 10 grand for it. Cash.

Do you know about this? Have you seen the fetus?

My father protects me.

Well, I didn't do that to this little baby.

I might even tell him about how you can't keep your hands off my stepmom.

Hunter, what's this scary thing you want to tell me about?

Oh, my gosh, it was so scary.

Have you heard about the Leatherman?

What?

The Leatherman.

Death has its time.

My daughter didn't get a second more than what was due.

If I could sweep the pain off her feet, I would.

Bodies fall to time.

Memories fall to time.

But I know that time

Yoko isn't here tonight.

It's been a difficult time for you, Pirate Kay.

I know your heart.

Most people choose to live in a comfortable amount of pain.

But you, Private Kay, you have chosen to live in

agony.

You're just a memory you won't let go.

We know your girl is a strong child.

A resilient one.

Her will alone has kept your blood warm.

All these years.

We know that she is not far from you.

He is in his kingdom.

His kingdom in the mist.

And the mist is right in front of

you.

The Leather Man must die.

And then...

Will you see your daughter?

I remember why we came.

To catch a ghost.

You.

A gift for my pup?

You know this isn't going to work What isn't going to work?

This movie isn't going to fix us

I

have no misconceptions

about fixing us

And I love you for you to love me back.

That girl is fucking unbearable.

She's really begging to be touched.

Imagine being that attractive yet, that unfuckable.

Ouch.

Aren't you evil?

I slept with Nico the other night.

It is vile.

Opposite.

He tasted like soap.

It's even worse somehow.

I kind of like the way he tastes.

Does Johnny know?

Your father and I enjoy our secrets.

It's a part of our contract.

But we don't lie.

Not to each other, and not to anyone else.

Except for that one time.

Do you feel like I replaced you?

No one could replace you.

Not to him.

And not to me.

Did you think that marrying my father would bring me closer to you?

That's one way to look at it.

Maybe that was a part of the appeal.

You could have just copied my shoes or my hair.

I did.

So did you.

Honestly, Elle, I've been mothering you since the day we met.

How is this any different?

Can't believe you actually admitted that.

I know being best friends again might be a bit out of reach.

Your evil stepmother.

This family is rotten.

I should probably save her from him.

Or him from her.

You're free to go.

I can distract Nico.

Nico says nothing spontaneous happens at these private parties, and we should go

to the uniform night.

What happens at uniform night?

Nico!

What happens at uniform night?

Missed you.

Your father's gonna love this

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, you're gonna tell on me?

You're gonna be a little tattletale?

Elle, I don't want you.

There's nothing you want or have that doesn't belong to me. You will never be

one of us.

You're just a possession.

A worn out, dried up, used up thing that my father will fucking throw away.

Toxic fucking waste!

You think you're so special.

Somehow everyone else seems to think so too.

But I see you.

I used to think we were the same.

But I don't bask in self-doubt and pity. I don't wallow about my own father.

I write my own fucking story. I've recreated myself.

I used to wonder how it was possible for someone who had it all to be so cruel

and insecure. And then I met you.

And I have never met someone so empty.

And disappointing.

You won't go fucking home until you wear my fucking skin!

Money won't fucking fix it!

Enlightenment won't fix it! My daddy won't fucking fix it!

Your daddy?

You know, the other day after your daddy fucked me, he confessed something.

He told me how painful, how sickening it is to come face to face with all the

things he hates the most about himself and you.

He looks at you and all he sees is this gaping maw of misery and need.

No wonder he is always leaving. He cannot stand the fucking sight of you.

Fuck!

Fucking psycho.

Don't bring a knife to a fucking axe fight, you fucking bitch!

Thank you.

We don't often get to choose our fate.

But you have always been special, Elle.

After all, you were pricked by the needle

of success.

If you were to put these... gloves on... You

will find...