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You're Hunter, I'm Elle.

I know.

I love you and 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.

Weren't you the poor little match girl?

Hans Christian Anderson.

I don't really listen to European music.

Come on.

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.

I look super comfy.

If 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.

Playdate?

That bangle 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.

I'm sorry, but who are you?

I'd like you to meet Dominique, my stepmom.

But you are so young.

And you know nothing about Johnny Thunders.

A father of mine.

He likes beautiful things and beautiful people.

He's a powerful man.

If you think he's playing games with you, he is.

If 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.

Must be genetic, because I'm the same way.

You pricked me.

Oh, dear.

I'm so sorry.

Isn't it a sign of good luck?

As a matter of fact, it is.

A prick of the needle is a sign of success.

Fucking prick me, bitch.

Preferably in the eye.

Have you experienced misfortune?

I am a victim of the mist.

It

is not the mist you need to worry about.

It is what the mist brings.

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.

I, dear Al, 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 Dominique to be friends again.

And a sweet fantasy.

You know, 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 have agreed to this if I knew you were going to go.

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

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

Dominique's one of us.

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

There's a difference.

She loves you something fierce.

Maybe more than she loves me.

This really is gonna be hell.

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

What is she doing?

Just kill me.

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 called the 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 Leatherman.

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.

And it's these magical lady foxes who help him find 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.

We saw the Leatherman.

Elle, sad to miss your big day tomorrow.

But happy that we can bury the hatchet.

Use it with love, Daddy.

I saw the Leatherman.

I saw him take my daughter.

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.

I'll never stop searching for her.

I'll never stop searching for her again.

I'll never stop searching for her again.

I'll never stop searching for her again.

Thank you, Daddy.

Elle!

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.

Kill him and bring her back.

I can't die yet.

Not now.

Hell.

You really fucked up this time.

I'm sympathetic to your situation.

Losing a child the way you did.

Well, the Yakuza is one thing, but our friends at the police

department, they can't have their men mistake mercy for weakness.

Compliments of Uncle San.

It is not the mist you need to worry about.

It is what the mist brings.

When the mist returns, he remembers.

Daddy!

Daddy!

And he will destroy everything and everyone.

Take care of your daughters, or he will.

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

That's so cool.

You guys speak wolf.

I 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's in town.

He'd probably adopt all of us.

The 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?

You're fucking bad.

Johnny Thunders is a sick motherfucker.

Hi.

I like freaky shit, okay?

Like the real freaky shit.

But Johnny, he's next level.

We were in this lesbian day and then performance.

Actually, it was pretty interesting.

Fucking grungy crowd.

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

And Johnny was pointing right at me.

Like right at me.

You want to see something scary?

Next thing I know, I'm in this ugly, art studio behind a dumpling store in Chinatown watching a

super 8 installation about one of the greatest living artists that torn a skull on a fucking fetus.

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, aren't you daddy's 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.

Body's fault of time.

Memory's fault of time.

But I know that time vows to love and love only.

Yoko isn't here tonight.

It's been a difficult time for you, private K.

I know your heart has been blackened by grief.

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

But you, private K, you have chosen to live in agony.

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

That won't work on us.

We know your girl is a strong child, a resilient one.

Her will alone has kept her blood warm.

All these years.

We know that she is not far from you.

She 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, and only then, will you see your daughter.

I remember, private K, to catch a ghost, you must become a ghost.

A gift from 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.

I don't love you for you to love me back.

I just do.

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.

Except for that one time.

Do you feel like I replaced you?

No one could replace you, Elle.

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?

I can't

believe you actually admitted that.

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

I will always be 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.

I'm not in the mood.

Oh... Daddy...

Daddy...

Can you taste him?

Can you taste him?

Can you taste the soap?

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.

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 still fucking go until you wear my fucking skin!

Money won't fucking fix it!

And lightning 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 in 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.

Ugh!

Fuck!

Fucking psycho bitch!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Back the fuck off, bitch!

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

Hahahaha!

God!

We don't often get to choose her fate.

But you have always been special, El.

After all, you were pricked by the needle of success.

If you were to put these gloves on, you will find what you have lost.