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All living creatures areinherently fascinated by death.

After all, it's how we define life, isn't it?

It's not a logical need to explore

death, a need to look for it.

Be sure, it will find you.

But some of us pursuedeath not out of curiosity,

but because we're compelled.

Facing death is easy.

Facing life is hard.

[cheers]

[heavy metal music blaring]

[car engine revs]

[horn honks]

[tires screech]

[honks horn]

[footsteps in hall]

[gasps]

[glass shatters]

Jesus.

How many times do I have to tell you

I don't like it when you come to the club?

I used to own the place.

Not anymore.

I like to watch you dance.

You've got a great body.

No I don't.

- Yes, you do. - I hate it.

Your shivering makes me nervous.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Can I come inside you?

[gasps]

ROSALIE: Better?

What do you feel?

Your liver, I think.

It's like warm, moist velvet.

Yeah, well, enjoy it fornow, because in another year

it'll be pickled.

[moans]

[moaning]

[screaming]

[gasps]

GHOST: There are no picturesof your family here.

They weren't photogenic.

Any pictures of you when you were younger?

ROSALIE: Lost in a fire.

GHOST: You had a hard night.

I saw you dreaming.

ROSALIE: I hope you enjoyed yourself.

What do you see when you're asleep?

ROSALIE: None of your business.

Stay away from my mind.

You can feel up my liver if youwant, but this belongs to me.

Like?

GHOST: Very much.

Rosalie, I've seen a lot ofdeath, more than most people.

Why do you play with it the way you do?

ROSALIE: Why not?

MANAGER: What are you doing, Rosalie?

Nothing.

MANAGER: Let's leave somefor the customers, OK?

Absolutely.

What part of never come hereagain don't you understand?

But I like it here.

Who the fuck are you?

Don't you know?

I'm your favorite customer.

Who were you expecting?

Boyfriend?

Doe he like the way you move?

I do.

I like it a lot.

You never smile though,not like the other girls.

And sometimes, you won't take my money.

Must be because you wipeyour ass with it first.

Filthy fucking whore.

Go ahead, fuck me. Kill me too.

I don't care about the order.

Cut me!

What are you waiting for?

Fucking coward.

She's pretty, huh?

Makes me real jealous.

You get to watch her dance.

I'm not allowed.

Guess I'll have to kill you for that.

Tie you up, slice off your prick,

shove it down your throat,and watch you choke on it.

You're fucking crazy.

Both of you!

What are you doing?

He's right.

I was frightened for you.

You're dead.

What do you have to be frightened about?

I was frightened of losing you.

There's a thin membrane betweenlife and death, Rosalie.

You touch it from one side,I touch it from the other.

That's what drew me to you.

You connect me to the world of the living.

If I lose you--

You want the world of the living?

That guy, he's the world of the living.

You want it?

You can have it.

[gasping and crying]

[gasps]

What happened?

GHOST: You were dreaming.

I felt strange.

Like there was someone-- don't you have any ghost

friends to hang out with?

No, I, uh-- don't get along with other ghosts.

Why not?

You made enough of them.

Well, that's why we don't get along.

Mm.

Good?

Mm.

I miss the taste of food.

Not much to miss.

GHOST: But there is.

There's so much to miss in life.

I even miss the moment when thatbullet tore through my chest

and ended my life.

I miss life so much.

I even miss its pain.

I wish I could cook for you.

[WITH FRENCH ACCENT] I learnedfrom the best chef in Montreal.

I thought you killed him.

I did.

Great steak tartare, though.

Rosalie.

Let me into your dreams.

I can erase them, and we can be together forever.

What do you know about my dreams?

I know that you loved [inaudible].

I know that he's dead.

You bastard.

I told you not to go there.

[inaudible] left you, and he hasn't come back.

Not the way I have.

[inaudible] is not dead.

You are.

And he does come back.

I hear his poems in my head every day.

And night, in my dreams, we make love, real love.

[inaudible] isn't part of this world, but I am.

You?

Part of this world?

If you're part of this world,John, then I don't want

to have anything to do with it.

Rosalie.

Leave me alone.

There's nothing left for me here anymore.

[gagging and choking]

[crying]

[screaming]

John?

Where am I?

GHOST: You are at home.

How do you feel?

I feel strange.

Hungry.

I had the oddest dream.

What?

I don't know.

I saw you in my dream, but Ican't remember anything else.

Strange.

I feel so-- light.

BAR ANNOUNCER: [inaudible] Michelle

[inaudible] summer's day.

Invite her to your table. $30 buys

five sensuous minutes. $30.

The gorgeous [inaudible] black eyes.

Pay her [inaudible], Rosalie[inaudible], wondrous beauty,

where are you?

Excuse me.

Hey, cool place.

Yeah.

Hey, easy.

Do you want to talk or something first?

Talk?

Yeah, you know.

Like where you're from, stuff.

Where I'm from?

Yeah.

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

You'd look real pretty on a meat hook.

A little drain pan to catch the blood.

ROSALIE: No.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.

ROSALIE: What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

I want to live.

I want to touch real people.

What do you want?

I want to leave this room, and this city.

I've lived with death for so long.

I just want to feel whatit means to be around life.

You want to go where there are no ghosts.

Right?

Mm-hm.

You'll need money to start you off.

I can offer you that, at least.

Here.

This whole time?

Mm-hm.

My clients often paid me in jewels.

They transport more easily across borders.

I'm sorry to leave you.

Oh, you have to.

It's the way things are now.

I've always been a jealous man, Rosalie.

Money, jewels meant nothing tome, except that they were mine.

And nobody touched what was mine.

Well, you're mine too.

If I can't have you in life, at least

we'll be together in death.

I love you, Rosalie

Why?

GHOST: I love you.

We belong to my world now.

I need you.

I'm cold.

Rosalie?

So cold.

Please?

Cold.

Rosalie?

ROSALIE: I'm so cold.

I'm so cold.

Sometimes the need to escape is

inescapable, whatever the cost.

Even when you know the onlyway out is the only way out.

Be careful and you can escapeeverything in this life.

Everything except yourself.