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Stop, stop.

What?

What?

Did I hurt you?

No.

I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else.

God damn it, Sally.

Don't.

Don't what?

Look at me.

I'm sorry.

You're never gonna be the same, are we?

We will, we'll get there.

Do you even remember the last time we tried

Let's try again.

No.

Wake up.

Come on.

You hungry?

I have bacon and eggs.

Come on, you gotta eat something.

Did you write something?

That's nice.

No.

Oh, what the hell?

It's 10 in the morning.

Only alcoholics drink at 10 in the morning.

Eat.

Sally.

Eat.

I'm sorry.

You always are.

You leaving me?

Nope.

You're leaving.

What?

I talked to Owen.

You talked to my publisher?

What else am I supposed to do?

This isn't fun anymore.

You didn't tell him anything.

I didn't tell him anything that he doesn't need to know.

Said he has a little place in the middle of nowhere.

He loans it out to a lot of writers.

It has a computer, nice writing room.

I can't write that stuff anymore.

Then don't.

Don't write what Owen wants. Write...

...anything, something life-affirming,

write from your heart, something that

I don't know.

Anything.

Just, I can't do this anymore.

I want you back.

I miss you.

Good lord.

Fuck, spiders.

Spiders, no.

Oh.

Darling!

What the fuck, Owen?

What do you mean what the fuck?

I thought you were sending me to a cute cabin getaway,

not the Texas Chainsaw Murder House.

Hey, I know it's not the Hilton,

but it will give you inspiration.

It'll give me tetanus.

And Kevin said there was a computer here.

All I see is an old typewriter.

Are you kidding me?

It's not that old.

Might as well be a printing press, Owen.

I could have brought my laptop.

Computers are so distracting.

I sent you there so that you could be distraction free.

Trust me, you'll thank me later.

A lot of people have written some great things

with that very same type- writer over the years, Sally.

Yeah, well, I'm sure I can buck the trend.

Darling, negativity does not become you.

Well, one day we're gonna meet face to face, Owen,

and you're gonna see just how wrong

you are about that remark.

Meeting face to face is nothing like being

inside your head, my dear.

I know your work.

Yeah, well, about that.

I don't know if I wanna write horror anymore.

I'm not sure if I have it in me.

But you're so good at it.

I mean, it's a surefire win with that trilogy.

We have a built-in audience.

I've changed.

Look, find a way to use your feelings

and channel them into your writing.

And let the cabin and woods in- spire you.

Just do it for your--

Do it for your fans.

Owen.

Owen.

Great.

Aw, kitty.

Let's see if I can remember how to use this piece of shit.

Death's End.

Cause I am sure as hell not writing another one.

God.

Suck, suck, suck, suck.

It's quitting time.

Mm-hmm.

Suck!

Nobody knows the

Nobody knows

Can I help you?

Hi, you live here?

No, I'm just staying here for a little while

somebody else owns the place, why?

I watch over the trailer park over there

during the off season, doing our jobs,

landscaping, stuff like that, and I couldn't help but

notice that you could use a mow here.

Maybe a couple other things.

I could do it for about $50.

Tell you what, let me go get a paper and a pen

and you can write your number down,

I'll give it to the guy who owns the place.

I mean, it'd have to be his decision.

Okay.

Let me just go get that.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, uh, you're here all alone?

No, no, my husband's sleeping, he's kind of

Hmm, husband, huh?

Well, having a nice little getaway, I imagine.

Yeah, a little peace and quiet.

I appreciate you getting my number to the guy.

Don't mention it.

Y'all take care.

We will.

Poor baby.

Hey.

Wait!

I just wanna talk to you.

I'm Sally.

Sally Harkley?

Fuck this.

Did you get any writing done today?

No, but I entertained a dirty hillbilly,

buried a dead cat, and chased a psycho

I must be out of my frickin' mind.

The hell?

Hello?

Hey, just checking on you.

You make it through the night?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

You sound a little out of breath.

Uh, yeah.

I just chased this strange woman into the woods.

What?

Yeah, she was out in the backyard,

and I think she was watching me yesterday.

Are you serious?

Like, just call the police?

And tell them what?

I mean, she didn't really do anything.

Who's that?

Huh?

That woman laughing.

Oh, uh, no, we just actually landed this big client

this afternoon, and just, everybody decided to go

Kevin, let's get out of here.

Lisa, I'm on the phone with my wife.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Babe, sorry.

You know what, I'll call you back, okay?

I'm just gonna settle up here.

Give me a break.

I just need a break.

Sorry about that.

About what?

Jesus, I don't know.

About everything.

It's okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Maybe I should call the cops.

Yeah, I mean, do whatever you need to do to be safe,

I love you.

I love you too.

I better go.

I should write.

Okay, just call me if you need me.

Are you real, Kitty?

Thank you.

(rhythmic mechanical pounding and other-

What are you doing to me?

You need to talk to me.

What are you?... Why are you here?

(mattress squeaking, man and woman

Hey babe. How's it going?

I just got your message from 3:30 this morning.

What message?

I know you didn't mean to send me a message,

And I'm glad you did.

Why can't you just be honest with me?

I don't know what you're talking about. Sally,

Is it Lisa? Has to be.

Sally.

Yes or no. Is it Lisa?

Sally.

No, it's not me, asshole. So stop saying my

name. I'm out here in bum fuck hell because of you.

Oh my God. I am so stupid. I am so stupid.

It's not been easy for me either.

No, that is not how this conversation

starts. It starts with you being honest with me.

Who were you fucking at 3:30 this morning, Kevin?

Lisa.

Baby?

I think you need to leave.

It's never going to be the same, you know.

What am I supposed to do?

A relationship is not meant to survive this.

How? How am I supposed to move on?

You're looking at it.

Son of a bitch!

I asked you for one fucking break.

This one's on you. Cheers, asshole.

Hey. You okay, lady?

Hello? Anybody home?

I knew you didn't have no husband. What else

Want some eggs?

We better get to it.

I'm sorry.

This was supposed to be the beginning. Not the end.

Hello?

How's the writing going, my dear?

Owen.

I mean, of course it's me. Who the hell else

would you expect? Who has the number to

I had no idea this landline was even here. You

Yeah, as well. I mean, I've tried the cell and

Yeah, I've been having trouble with it.

Um, the writing's going well, though.

I was having writer's block the first day,

but here lately I'm just cranking out the pages.

I'm about to start the final chapter.

Oh, now when you say final...

I mean final chapter. It's a trilogy.

No, but perhaps it's a trilogy for now, but who

No, Owen. It's a trilogy forever.

I'm done after this one. I have to be.

Well, that's too bad.

So...

...the muse has been speaking to you?

She has her ways.

Yes, they do have such a strange way about them, don't they?

You know, when they come to us for how long, what

it is that they inspire us to create or destroy.

I think it must be very spiritual, a supernatural

But I do believe in them. Oh, I do.

Sometimes I think they're like those fairies in

Yeah.

You know, Tinkerbell's life begins to dim as she

approaches death, and it's up to us, the audience,

You know, our belief in them

fuels their very existence.

I mean, I always thought that was such a lovely

Yeah. It's beautiful.

Yeah, well, I don't want to keep you just

You know, this book is going to do extremely

There's a hunger for it.

You know, power to you. Just keep on.

March forth and keep on writing, Sally girl.

Thanks, Owen.

Good night.

What did you do?

Here. Better let me take care of that.

How did you know I lost my baby?

Did you know?

I wrote about death having a child and then

It died inside of me.

I thought somehow it was my fault.

Like I shouldn't be writing about that sort

of thing and then I let that thought take over.

And then things got weird between

And everyone was trying to get me

I just wanted to... I just wanted to die.

I just wanted to die.

I couldn't make love to Kevin.

How could I?

And every time I sat down to write

What if God took my baby?

For punishment for making the world

I know it sounds stupid but that's what I thought.

The world is such a horrible place anymore.

Why would I add to it with my writing?

And now I know Kevin's cheating on me

think about it the more I don't know if I

Maybe it would be easier if we split up.

It's my fault.

Why should he suffer?

Who are you?

Why are you helping me?

Hey.

Hey. Now that you've slept on it, how do you feel?

I think you already know.

Damn. I guess if you can't even say it then,

I'm sorry. She needs me.

I'm sorry too.

If you ever get tired of waiting for your wife

to return to the world of the living, look me up.

Yep.

Bye, Kevin.

Please leave your message for: 3--

Hello?

A word of caution, Sally.

What is it?

Muses are not unselfish creatures.

You may not realize when you've entered into an agreement with

not to honor that agreement, then you will do so at

What does that mean, Owen?

Even Tinkerbell had a mean streak. She was a very jealous

What are you talking about?

Just be careful what you wish for, Sally.

Here, kitty!

Kitty!

Sally.

God damn it, Sally, stop.

Don't touch me.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

All right, I know you're angry

and you have every right to be angry,

but I need you to listen.

Did you think?

Did you think I was just angry?

Did you think I was angry when I had a miscarriage

after eight months and for a whole year afterwards

All you ever wanted to do was climb on top of me.

Sally, I lost a baby too.

Jesus Christ, you act like I wasn't there.

She died, but we're still here.

Right, we're still here and God forbid

that I just wanna make love with my wife.

Oh, you fucked me, Kevin.

You fucked me real good.

You made me feel like a powerless slab of meat.

You and Owen both.

You know that's not what I meant.

I'll just be lying in bed next to you.

Wishing to God that I had died along with the baby.

Wishing I had the strength.

Wishing I had the fucking willpower

to kill myself every single goddamn day.

But by all means, Kevin, climb on top of me and

We don't need to talk about anything.

I tried talking to you.

I didn't know how.

Nobody teaches you how to deal with this.

I didn't know.

Didn't know that's how you felt.

You didn't know.

You didn't know, so you called up Lisa

and you sent me out here.

That's not what happened.

Is she another pile of meat for you

to stab your dick into or do you actually love her?

Jesus, Sally.

Anger doesn't even begin to explain

the way that I feel, Kevin.

Sally, I'm sorry.

I love you and I just wish this was different.

I wish you were dead.

Sally.

Bring him back.

Bring him back like you did the cat.

And I'll give you your fucking end.

Sally?...

...Sally, please let me in.

We're well past nine lives now, aren't we, kitty?