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♪ He said he killed that boy ♪

♪ And now his eyes are wet ♪

♪ So you take another life ♪

♪ Snuff it out like a cigarette ♪

♪ That's shit makes me sick ♪

♪ I wanna jump right outta the line and revolt ♪

♪ That's shit makes me sick ♪

♪ I wanna jump right outta the line and revolt ♪

♪ Jump right out of the line and revolt ♪

♪ She'd have the baby but'cha know she's just 14 ♪

♪ Don'tcha kill your baby girl, that baby belongs to thee ♪

♪ Well that shit makes me sick ♪

♪ I wanna jump right outta the line and revolt ♪

♪ That shit makes me sick ♪

♪ I wanna jump right outta the line and revolt ♪

♪ Jump right out of the line and revolt ♪

♪ All the time ♪

♪ All of the time ♪

♪ All the time ♪

♪ Just standing in a fuckin' line ♪

Hey!

How long you been at it?

An hour?

Did you get anything done?

Does it look like it?

Well...

I mean... I don't know.

There could have been, like,

incremental progress or something?

Shit...

Shit.

I gotta be out of here in 20 minutes.

Shit.

Hey, are you still going to,

you still want to still give me a ride?

Not really.

C'mon, are you serious?

You said you were going to give me a ride.

C'mon.

C'mon. Please?

It's, like, right on the way.

Don't make me take the bus.

Fine.

15 fucking minutes then.

I'll be ready in 10.

You're a real piece of shit, you know that?

God, I told you 15 fucking minutes.

Dude!

You've totally fucked me!

I said I was sorry, Dez. Jesus Christ.

Sorry's not going to get me there on time.

You know what would?

Making your freeloading' ass take a cab.

But I'm not going to do that.

- You want to know why? - Why?

'Cause I'm not a fucking asshole like you.

Yeah? Well, you're starting to sound like one.

Dezzy!

You trying to dodge me?

It's been two weeks

and I need that fucking rent money.

I'm not running your goddamned shelter,

I'm running a business,

and there are people over me

who are telling me that I have to have the money

in for everyone in the building.

Lance, Lance, listen to me.

Dude, I'm on my way to my fuckin' agent right now

to pick up my commission check.

It's two weeks late getting to me, alright?

So they're fucking me, by default I'm fucking you,

and we're all fucking fucked.

I'm fuckin' sorry, dude.

I know it's shitty but just come by later tonight

and we'll settle up.

- Is that cool? - I'm asleep late tonight.

Alright, well, then tomorrow morning.

I'm going upstate for my sister's birthday.

Alright, then fucking Monday then, man!

Work with me!

That's a three day extension, Dezzy.

You better have a check in my hand by Monday,

you understand me?

Yes.

Like goddamn,

you know that my anxiety is through the fuckin' roof

right now and it's just, ya know...

Listen.

I try to be patient, and to be kind to people,

but really and truly sometimes it's just, like...

What the fuck?!

You know what, darlin'?

I think you just need to

chill out a little bit, you know?

Relax.

Everything is going to be just fine.

Yeah, "Chill the fuck out",

this bitch is gonna be fine."

You've been saying that for three fuckin' months

and that pot-bellied motherfucker back there

is about 3 days from tossing me out on my ass.

Yeah, well, guess what?

If he throws you out, no big deal,

you can finally come stay with me.

You love it. You're gonna love it.

I mean, my fucking apartment is the size of the canvas

you're working on right now.

Get out of my car.

Do you want to hit this?

I'm takin' this!

Thanks for the ride, babe.

I'll call you later.

You better call me later.

Yeah, yeah,

that's what you said about Maui, too, you son of a bitch!

Alright, look, I have a client here

so I'll just see you tomorrow night, alright?

Alright, bye-bye.

Sorry about that.

Look, have you talked to Nikki St Jean lately?

Yeah, yeah, about that...

I need a two week extension.

That's what you told me three weeks ago.

I mean, c'mon, you know how it is.

But it's moving right along, you know,

it's coming out great.

Nikki is pushing me to drop your pieces.

Drop my pieces?

She hasn't even gotten the new one yet!

Well, she hasn't moved a piece of yours in three months

and that's when she was expecting the new one.

David, I'm going broke.

I can't live off of nothing.

And I can't live off of ten percent of nothing.

The piece is going to get finished.

Can I see your progress?

You know I can't do that.

Then how am I supposed to convince St Jean?

You're my agent, that's your job!

Not anymore.

You fuckin' droppin' me?

Well, you're not giving me a choice.

Hey, what's up?

Fooled ya!

It's Hadrian, leave a message.

Nikki St Jean! Dezzy Donahue!

You know, David and I aren't working together anymore,

so I don't know what the fuck he's been telling you

but the piece is gonna be ready,

despite what you may have heard.

Alright, call me back.

- Dez! - Hey.

- Shit, you're alive? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm alive and fucking well.

You holding?

It's been three months since I hear from you

and this is the hello I get?

C'mon...

Hey, so are you holding or what?

Of course.

Alright, I'll be there in a minute.

Well, that was fucking quick.

So you famous yet or what?

Yeah, I should probably sign your dick.

Is that you, Dez?

'Sup, Pops?

You still making them pictures?

Yeah, I'm still painting,

you senile old fuck.

Pictures, paintings, same damn thing.

Forgive the old man.

He's about 6 months away from being sent

to the old folks home for good.

The second you try that I'm gonna put a bullet

in my head and take you with me.

Is this all you idiots do

all goddamn day, every day?

Hey, don't give me any shit.

I didn't even say anything.

Yeah, keep it that way, will ya?

All you do is yap, yap, yap.

You keep running your mouth,

you're going to be running for your life.

Your threats are almost adorable, you know that?

Blah, blah, blah.

- Can we get that stuff? - Yeah.

I have better things to do today

than listen to these assholes about their disability checks.

I work!

Me, too!

Don't get ahead of yourselves.

You know, I've really picked up my game

since the last time I saw you.

I've got some bomb-ass options.

"Bomb-ass!"

Hey, it sells with the kids!

Alright.

Alright, so...

We've got Tennessee Black.

This stuff is a little bit hazy,

it's a little bit smokey,

it's light on the visuals.

Pass.

Black Dynamite.

This stuff is real strong,

but it's the perfect combo of supercharge

and visual accentuation.

The grooviest of nights will follow.

You rehearse this shit?

Yeah, I do.

Fuck yourself.

What's up with that?

Even I don't touch this shit.

Well, every once in awhile but I don't mainline it.

The shit's intense.

It's the closest thing they've got to a pure,

uncut mix of cocaine and DMT.

It's unreal.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll take that.

You want to try a bump first?

I mean,

I was going to buy it, but I'll take a sample.

Yeah, of course you will.

Now, with this, you've got to start slow.

You do too much of this shit and you're done for.

Biggest thing with this batch is you've got to find the exact

right amount for your needs.

So start small.

Fine, not that small.

Surprised to hear from you.

You haven't been gettin' your shit

from anybody else, right?

Nah, I've been clean.

I haven't finished a painting in three months.

Well, look, you might want to stick around

for a minute after you try that.

Shit could be bonkers.

Oh, shit!

Sorry, I thought this was the bathroom.

Dezzy!

Courtney! Jesus Christ!

You scared the shit out of me.

How the fuck are you?

I'm fine.

You don't answer your phone anymore?

I've been calling you for weeks.

I've been busy. You know how it goes.

Ronnie was just right here.

Hey, I've got to go.

I've got some shit to take care of.

What? It's barely 11!

Fuck me, are you still here?

You didn't fucking listen to me!

I think we just have different definitions

of the word "small."

Yeah, it's good though, right?

I can't lie.

What? What are you babbling about?

I got the best fucking Bliss in town.

Knocked Dezzy here flat on her ass.

And you didn't even offer?

I've gotta go home.

I saw your new magazine cover the other day,

the blood punk thing.

They hire me to do three fuckin' covers, right?

So I do them,

and hand them all in at the same time.

This fucking bastard has the audacity to tell me

that "nudity is prohibited,"

and he's not going to give me my payments

unless I change the last two covers.

Fuck you, dude!

You should have told him to screw months ago.

And I told that little weasel one better.

I told him to get fucked.

Six goddamn weeks later,

walkin' by the newsstand, what the fuck do I see?

My goddamn issue

with a fuckin' tacky-ass plastic slip cover

covering up the tits and cock.

Clyde, are you still letting that one drag out?

It's "Clive," and go screw.

I knew it.

And I called that motherfucker

and I was trying to get a meeting with him

but he wouldn't fuckin' take my call.

Fuckin' weasley-ass piece of shit.

When I see him and his spray-tanned mug,

it's going to be a bit of a situation.

Seriously, when are you going to cut him loose?

I don't know.

When something better comes along.

Brutal.

You can't leave yet! C'mon, one fucking shot!

Look who I found.

Dezzy!

What about you and fuckin' Ronnie?

You all broke up, like, twice.

You know how I am, you know how he is.

The motherfucker would take a bullet for me.

Plus, he's got a horsecock.

Is that all you care about?

I never saw you complaining.

So...

You going to his show tomorrow night?

Fuck no.

You know Dante, Ronnie's manager, exec,

- whatever the fuck I keep telling you about? - No.

Well, he's going to be there. He owns two labels.

I bet he could get you some commission work.

He's a big fan.

I need to finish this piece!

You need to get paid.

Well, well, well.

A tale as old as time itself.

How long have you guys been in here?

- Too long. - Not long enough.

Dezzy decided to stay

and hang out a little while longer.

Oh, yeah?

If we can give her a reason to.

♪ Cut a bloody swathe across this battlefield ♪

♪ Red mist rising, break your human shield ♪

♪ Slashed to pieces is to be your fate ♪

♪ Unleashed berserker rage none shall escape ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ The chase in on through rains and snow ♪

♪ Through forest dense and black ♪

♪ Speeding through lands as yet unknown ♪

♪ Our steeds break their backs ♪

♪ The birdies bleed and the saddles burn ♪

♪ But so goes the game ♪

♪ Our skin cracked from the bitter cold ♪

♪ We ride just the same ♪

♪ Time is the only pain we know ♪

♪ And we know it well ♪

♪ Possessed to ride forever more ♪

♪ Across this barren hell ♪

♪ The chase is on ♪

Hello?

What are you doing?

Well, I was falling asleep on the couch, Dez.

Why, what's up? What's going on?

I started painting again.

Well, shit, Dez, that's great.

Something happened to me last night.

What do you mean something happened?

What happened?

I mean, it's like... I don't know.

Something came over me

and it all just started pouring out of me.

I don't even remember doing it.

Like you blacked out?

It's like I was possessed.

Well, that's good, right?

Yeah, it's great.

It's going to be my masterpiece.

Well, what did you paint?

Fuck!

Jesus, I'm out of shape!

Yeah, sure, help yourself.

Thank you.

I saw your... I saw your painting in there.

I saw your inspiration all over the counter, too.

What the fuck is your problem?!

Hey, look, I'm just making an observation.

No, you're just talking shit.

- I'm just having a conversation... - Thanks for stopping by.

What?

Wait, are you kicking me out already?

C'mon.

Alright, you know what? Fine. Fine.

You've got work to do, that's fine.

But how about one drink?

Loosen you up a little bit.

C'mon.

C'mon, there's a fucking line out here!

You cunt!

Open your mouth again, bitch.

Open your mouth, I want to see it.

Open your mouth.

Break it up! Break it up!

Tell this fuckin' little groupie-ass bitch

to keep her fucking mouth shut.

I know it's really hard

with all of the dicks strutting around here

but try to do your fucking best.

Get your hands off of me!

Fuck off!

Hipster bitches.

Hey, are you about ready to go?

No, I'm fuckin' pissed!

Fuckin' melon-headed ass skank

was fuckin' pounding on the door

and givin' me attitude.

Thank you.

Well, you were in there for, like, 15 minutes.

I don't give a shit.

I'm just fuckin' still fuckin' boiling

from that cocksucker David.

I've been with that motherfucker 2 years

and ever since my fucking career has been in a shithole.

I'm so sorry to bother you

but you're Dezzy Donahue, aren't you?

No, man, sorry.

Look, I have a custom print

of your original Splatter Punk #1 issue

and it's one of my most valued posses...

Hey, can you just fuck off?

I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood.

Fuck you!

Goddamn!

That kid loved you.

Why lie to him?

I just don't want to deal with it tonight.

I think I'm going to have one more drink.

Oh, God.

Look who's here.

Second night in a row.

Lucky you.

What did you guys get into last night?

What'd you do?

Each other.

Wait, really?

And she's got on this tiny little black dress,

and this thing is hot, she rocks it real well.

And she is all over me, won't let it go,

and Ronnie is into it, too.

Well, she was good-looking.

And this leads to that, and before you know it,

the three of us are in the back of a cab,

all over each other.

Ronnie's getting a little frisky with his hands...

He starts rubbing it up her leg,

going for the pie.

But instead I find a tree trunk.

Wait. What, she had a cock?

Like my forearm.

So what did you do?

He stuck his dick between those Double Ds

so fuckin' fast my goddamn head was spinning!

They looked good! They looked fucking real!

Hey, her dick felt good, too!

You guys are ridiculous.

Dez, you alive in there?

Fuckin' barely.

Liven up, the night is still young.

Nah, I gotta go home.

I've been dickin' around all night.

I need to go paint.

Nonsense.

You're going to come to The Fuzzy with us,

have a handful of drinks,

maybe snort a couple of lines,

see a good band... maybe.

And at least just say hi to Dante,

enough to set up a meeting with him.

Yeah. He's a good guy.

Big fan.

Dante?

The record exec I keep telling you about.

Courtney, my darlin'.

You love to fuckin' talk,

but you don't fuckin' listen.

I don't want to meet a goddamn fuckin' suit

named fuckin' "Douchebag Dante."

Fuckin' suck my dick and disappoint me.

I am just trying to get you paid.

Pass.

You guys really aren't going to come?

Fuck, no way.

I'm crashin' but Dez you should really go.

Sounds fun.

You know, meet Dante.

These fuckin' dickholes better not suck, dude.

That is not the point!

My girl Lexi is working tonight.

She'll hook us up.

Have you met her?

I don't know.

Hey!

A couple of shots and a beer for Ronnie.

How've you been?

I heard you had a gallery opening!

Yeah, tryin' to!

Classic Donahue.

Jesus Christ, Dezzy, you're a fucking lush!

What, I fucking hate small talk!

Let's go find Ronnie, c'mon!

- Baby! - That was fast!

Fuck. Alright.

How you feeling?

I'm fuckin' great!

Hey, do I look like an artist?

Yeah. You look like a fucking moron.

Oh my God, are you in a band?

Oh my God.

Hey, do you want to meet Dante or not?

Yeah, fuck it, sure.

Alright, fuck you, give me a second.

What? What? Shit.

C'mon, give me a bump, I'm fuckin' losing my shit.

Here?

Alright, fine, just keep it fuckin' low.

I don't want any of these fucking scabs

trying to pry a bump off me all night.

- Here. - No one fucking gives a shit.

It'll probably get you closer to Dante.

The guy is the definition of a vacuum.

- Here, want some? - Yeah.

Well, well, well, Dezzy Donahue.

If it ain't about damn time.

Ever since I heard about how well

you guys were acquainted,

I couldn't wait to get introduced.

Well, I don't know why it took so goddamn long.

You said that you wouldn't be caught dead

painting a cassette cover for a room full of suits,

remember?

Kind of a bitch, isn't she?

Want a sniff?

Is it strong?

Are you alright?

No.

I feel like I'm fuckin' dying.

You're not going to die.

Trust me.

You feel better now?

Can I help you?

I'm coming!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Holy hell!

You look like 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag.

What the fuck do you want?

Well,

I just came here to talk to you about

the 22 pieces you have clogging up my gallery

and the $10,000 advance I paid you

on a piece I'm never getting.

You're getting your piece.

That's not what your agent told me.

That's why he's not my agent.

Don't fuck with me, Dez.

Let me in.

Is this the painting?

Yep.

That goddamn weasel of an agent

told me that you didn't have anything done.

It'll be ready by launch.

Wait, no, you think you can finish this

in three days?

That was the plan.

Look, Nikki, I can write you a check for your advance

that's going to bounce, or you can trust me

to give you what I said I was going to give you.

You have three days.

Don't fuck me, Donahue.

You know what happens when you fuck me?

Nobody comes?

Just finish the painting.

Hey, Courtney, you need to call me back

and tell me what the fuck happened last night.

I mean, I fuckin' wake up covered in fuckin' blood,

like, and I don't know what the fuck happened.

You were just tearing into some scabnose

in the bathroom, and then all of a sudden, like...

I feel like I'm walking on water.

I mean, this shit ain't that good, is it?

Okay, because, like, I can't get this shit out of my head,

and I'm just feeling, like, really strung out right now...

Like, I've got the fucking chills,

and, like, then I'm just, like, fucking sweating

through my fucking shirt...

I can't even sit fucking still.

I'm feeling like a fucking dope fiend, Courtney,

and I don't fucking like it.

So why don't you call me the fuck back

and tell me what the fuck is going on?

Okay, just,

whatever you fucking gave me just let me know

so I can kick it with something else.

Because I'm fucking, like,

losing it right now, Courtney, like...

I am not well.

Fuck you, bitch!

Clive, hey baby...

I know that you're busy today,

but if you could call me back, I just...

I really need to talk to somebody.

I really just want to talk to you.

So... Call me back, okay?

Bye.

Courtney...

I need to feel what I felt last night...

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

I need it.

Dez, wake up!

Wake up, Dezzy, wake up.

Look at me!

Hey! Hey, come on!

So you don't remember doing any of this shit?

Fuck.

What about calling me? Do you remember calling me?

Okay, after that. Anything after that?

Are you serious?

Jesus Christ, Dez,

that was, like, 24 fucking hours.

You don't remember anything?

It's this fucking shit!

This stuff.

You gotta cut it out with this shit,

and whatever the fuck else you're doing.

I'm serious...

Who the fuck are you?

You don't fucking do anything.

You sling drinks behind a fucking bar

to fucking losers.

You didn't even look at it.

It's fucking great, Dez. Fine.

It's really fucking great... No! No!

You don't even look at it.

You see it, but you don't fucking see!

That's great!

But it's not worth fucking dying over.

You will never know

what it is like to create something.

And I'd rather fucking die doing it

than doing nothing

and drinking my life away next to you.

Yeah, I'm late, I gotta go.

Paint your fucking masterpiece.

Who's this?

Hey, it's Dezzy.

Oh, shit.

I didn't recognize the number.

Yeah, I'm on a fucking payphone.

You okay?

I keep fucking blacking out.

And I wake up.

And there's all kind of painting

that I don't remember.

And now I'm seein' shit,

- and I'm fucking hearing shit. - Jesus Christ, Dez, Okay.

- Okay. Chill. - And there's voices all around.

- Hey! - I can't get ahold of fuckin' anybody.

- Everything's just blending together. - Dez, calm the fuck down, man.

Just come over to my place, okay?

Come over right now.

Have you seen Courtney?

No, I haven't heard from fucking Courtney.

I haven't heard from anybody.

She gave me something tonight

and I need to fucking talk to her.

Look, chill the fuck out.

Get over here, drive safe, okay?

You need me to pick you up or something?

Are you holding?

Am I holding? No, Jesus...

Dez. You don't need that shit...

Be there in fifteen fucking minutes.

Courtney!

Court, what the fuck is your problem, dude?

Girl, talk to me!

Did you fucking attack somebody last night?

Who the fuck is Courtney?! Jesus!

Go fuck yourself!

Wait, wait wait. What?

Blood!

I'm fucking craving it, like I fucking need a fix.

It's driving me absolutely insane.

What're you, the fuckin' Lost Boys?

I think you've been hitting that powder a little too hard.

Fuck you, I'm being serious!

Well, how much have you gone through?

All of it.

Holy hell, Dez, what the fuck is wrong with you?

It's not the fucking Bliss.

The Bliss is actually what's, like,

helping me curb it, and not, like,

think about it for a second.

It is the Bliss. Alright?

I...

Christ, maybe I can ween you off of it

with something a little lighter.

I think Courtney fucking killed somebody last night.

This is ridiculous.

I woke up with my face covered in blood, Hadrian.

How the fuck do you explain that?

How the fuck do you explain that?!

In all this painting you've been doing,

have you used the fucking color red?

While you've been out of your mind on,

like, four different fucking things!?

Christ, Dez. You sound insane!

You want more of that shit?

I'm almost finished, okay?

So whatever I'm doing is working.

I'm not so sure that I'd agree with that assessment.

Just be my fucking friend

and let me get what I came here for!

I am your friend, and as your friend I shouldn't

even fucking sell you anything the way you are.

I know you'd just get it somewhere else,

and it'd be garbage. So let me...

I just need to finish it.

Let me get you something a little lighter

that's not gonna wipe you out so much.

Just hold on.

Hey, look, if you've gotta go to the hospital,

I'll take you.

But you didn't get shit from me, alright?

Fuck off!

Oh, fuck...

Can I get some privacy?

Alright. Alright.

You want to know how I know that you aren't

- gonna do anything about it? - How's that, pal?

Because you don't have the fucking balls,

and I'm giving you the chance.

Oh, really?

Get that thing away from me.

Come here.

You cheap piece of shit,

- that's the third hand in a row, goddamn it... - Dez.

You don't look too good.

You got that Diablo?

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

You need some water or something.

You want to go hop in the shower?

We used our fists, like real men!

Would you two shut the fuck up?!

You're like a couple of children over here.

Fuck.

He pulled a fucking gun on me!

He said he was gonna blow my brains out,

I gave him the chance.

I'm gonna hold onto this

until you two calm the fuck down.

Don't. Touch. My gun!

Put that damn thing away, would ya?

What, you afraid, old man?

Don't fucking point that gun at...

Fuck!

- Oh, shit. - Dude!

Oh my God.

You fucking piece of shit!

Oh my God, dude,

- I was just fucking around! - You fucking broke my nose!

Don't fucking touch it! Go outside!

Go outside, cool the fuck off.

Fucking prick.

Keep walking, bitch!

Can you believe this shit?

Fuck.

Goddamn it, he broke my fucking nose.

What the hell is the son-of-a-bitch doing

bringing a gun in my house anyway?

Dez?

Fuck, are you okay?

Jesus!

What the fuck?!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh, shit!

What in the fuck?!

♪ C'mon you fuckers ♪

♪ You want to live forever ♪

Goddamn it, Dezzy!

Turn that fucking music down!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Sorry, hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Nikki told me this was ready for exhibition.

I just had to see it...

How the hell did you get in my apartment?!

Relax, the door was open,

you weren't answering your phone.

The way Nikki described you,

I thought something might've happened.

I was worried.

I'm fine. Goodbye.

Okay, look.

Maybe I was a little rash the other day,

but, y'know, I just wanted to light a fire

under your ass, and hello!

Looks like it worked.

David, go fuck yourself.

Really, that's the thanks I get?

Yeah, thanks for fuckin' dropping me a week ago,

you sycophantic piece of shit.

Now that it's almost finished,

now you want to fucking leech off a piece?

Fuck you, David.

I get it, you're mad.

But you know what I can do?

I can convince Nikki to keep the exhibition on.

She's already convinced.

Okay, fine!

I will cut my commission down.

From what? Zero?

- I need to get back to work. - Yes.

I need to shower, I need to eat.

You're wasting my fucking time.

Good. Good.

You're so angsty, I love this.

I'll see you at the exhibition and,

we'll talk then!

Alright!

Hey, Lance?

Hey, Lance, you in there?

Hey, Hadrian, open up, it's Dez!

Hey!

Hey, what's up?

Fooled ya!

It's Hadrian, leave a message.

Hadrian, it's Dez.

I don't know what happened last night.

I can't remember.

I tried coming by and I got no answer, and...

Yeah, I'm scared.

Hey, Court. Court!

Hey!

Hey, it's Dez, I've been trying to get ahold of you.

Where are you?

Hey!

Is there a fucking reason you haven't called me back yet?

I haven't gotten around to it.

Don't do that.

Don't give me that fucking cute little bitch

routine right now.

What the fuck did you do to me?!

Ever since that fucking bathroom,

half of my existence is a fucking blackout,

and the rest is just withdrawal like a motherfucker.

So tell me what the fuck is going on!

You know what's wrong.

And it looks like you've already fixed the problem.

Now, if you'll excuse me, doll,

I'm gonna go get myself another drink.

Tell me how to make it stop!

You just have to embrace it, hon.

You'll come around.

I refuse.

This isn't dope.

This isn't booze.

This isn't Bliss.

You don't give it up.

You can't.

Forever.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Forever...

Dez!

What the fuck?

Hey! I called you like, a hundred times...

- You can't be here. - Can't be here?

Look, I'm not going anywhere.

Hey! Will you look at me?

Get the fuck out of my face, Clive!

I don't want you here!

You look like shit in a box, Dez.

Okay? I knew something was up.

Courtney said this was fucking bad,

but I didn't know how bad.

I mean, what the fuck is going on?

What the fuck did she say about me?

She's just worried, is all...

You tell that absent-minded bitch

that the next time she wants to flutter

my fucking name through her gap-toothed grin

that she can say it to my fucking face.

Jesus Christ.

Dez?

Clive, you need to leave.

I'm not going anywhere.

Please leave. Leave. Leave.

What'd you do? What'd you do?

You're fucking burning up!

You're on fuckin' fire,

you're going to fuckin' die.

Leave!

Just stay there!

Hey! Hey, hey.

Hey.

Dezzy, Jesus Christ.

- You can't be here! - I'm not going anywhere!

Let me take care of you. Please.

What was it, what'd you do?!

It's that fucking Bliss shit, isn't it?

- Hey, hey, hey. - Leave, leave.

Leave!

Fine, I'm gonna call a fuckin' ambulance.

Because I'm not going to sit here

and watch you fuckin' die.

You better hope there's not a bunch

of fucking drugs in this apartment, either.

You're gonna be in a world of shit.

They'll take all that shit,

and all your fucking paintings...

Oh, fuck!

Oh my God, Dezzy!

Dezzy, no, wait, wait, wait!

What the fuck?!

Come here, you fucking bitch!

You fucking bitch, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

You open this fucking door.

Open this fucking door, Dezzy!

Open the door, Dezzy.

Open the fucking door.

I'm gonna get in there

and I'm gonna fucking kill you, you stupid fucking bitch!

Look what you did to me! Look what you did to me!

Do it.

Do it, you fucking pussy!

You fucking pussy, you bitch.

You murderer.

You murderer!

You murderer!

I'm going to fucking kill you.

It's almost finished.

It's impressive.

Tell me, Dez. Do you think it was the Bliss?

Or the blood?

My money's on the blood.

It's me.

You remember earlier?

When you were fucking killing me?!

At first I was so scared.

Then I was really fucking pissed off at you.

But now I get it.

You wanted a partner.

You chose me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Get the fuck out of here!

Now we can create together.

Unless you ruin the heart.

Have you been snorting this shit all night?

With all those bodies you drained?

Look at this shit.

You dumb, untalented, shit-stain on society.

You think this fucking town is a buffet?

It's not.

There's fucking rules!

But you, with your supercharged blood

pumping through your veins.

Blood from our kind, and the other kind,

and half a kilo of Bliss.

I want it. I need it.

Feel it pumping through my blood

as I drain you dry.

Don't fucking do that again!

Or what?

I want to see how you taste.

Don't worry.

You'll be fine tomorrow.

Just a little hungover.

We've fucking been here before.

I'm gonna fucking eat your face off, bitch.

Fuck!

No!

Please... Don't.

Leave!