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ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Los Angeles looks better at night.

At night, it's beautiful.

It's the City of Angels because you can't see the demons out

there in the dark.

Do you know what it's like to be in hell?

You have an illness.

Maybe it's more of an addiction.

Something that you can't understand,

except that it's powerful and it makes you do things.

More things than I dreamt of.

Things that no one will believe are true.

But they are.

I ride up Union Station every night.

But inside, there are plenty of dark corners.

Why are these people here in the middle of the night?

Arriving or leaving?

At least they have a destination.

They know where they're going.

What's up?

Oh, you misread me.

I don't think I did.

Don't make me say it again.

Sorry.

My mistake.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): I don't know what it was, a bad feeling?

I had to hurry, to run, just to get away.

Are you following me?

Obviously.

What for?

That should be obvious, too.

Well, if it were, I wouldn't ask the question.

What are you doing?

Are you working a territory or are you just wandering around?

Don't let the outfit confuse you.

I'm not a hooker.

I'm not confused.

I know what you are.

Answer the question.

What are you talking about?

I said I know what you are.

Don't be coy.

You're new at this, aren't you?

There's plenty to go around, so stay out of Union Station.

Plenty of what to go around?

Quite a grip.

That's all right.

There's plenty of blood to go around.

I work the trains.

Keeps bodies from piling up in my neighborhood.

No.

What?

You thinking there were no others like us around?

You're cute, so I'll cut you some slack.

But don't let me see you again.

Unless you want to party.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): You don't think any of this is real,

do you?

That the streets could be filled with something more than night,

and there's nothing out there to see

except empty buses, a few hookers and pushers hiding

from the cops in the shadows.

The system mops up the tears from beneath the wooden saint.

She squeezes out her mouth and dries off the paint.

In this musty, old shack you can hear a spider crawl,

but it's the moonlight streaming through the windows that casts

its shadow down the halls.

The chapel sits upon a hill which overlooks the fields

where workers labeled for their souls

underneath the hills of those who knew

the power and the value of a shrine

light a candle on the altar, pass the chalice, sip the wine.

It leans against a cool wall upon its gilded stand.

But beneath the painted smile there's blood on its hands.

Air's heavy with confessions as she stands still in the nave

and empties a bucket into the baptismal font and mutters,

Jesus saves.

Her fingers are old and knotty, but her grip

is tight and sure, sure as the faith that brings

the cripple for the cure.

It leans against a cool wall upon its gilded stand.

But beneath the painted smile there's blood on its hands.

Blood on its hands.

Why are you shooting when I'm in the bathroom?

WILLIAM BROHNER: I turned it on to check the battery level.

But we could just do it, if you're OK with that.

WILLIAM BROHNER: How was the room upstairs?

I hope it wasn't too cold.

Just the toilet seat.

Otherwise cozy.

WILLIAM BROHNER: So when did this all start?

Wow.

No prelims?

WILLIAM BROHNER: You want some?

Um, OK.

Today is December 8, 2013.

My name is William Broner and I'm producing a documentary

called "Blood Cure."

I am speaking with Rowenna.

Rowena.

Just Rowena.

OK?

WILLIAM BROHNER: With Just Rowena.

This is the preliminary interview

prior to any field shoot to discuss her physical

and mental condition.

And for you, it's more mental than physical.

WILLIAM BROHNER: I'm not taking a position.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Of course not.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Well, what you said in the park

was pretty outlandish.

Well, you've already interviewed

a bunch of those people.

What do they call themselves, sanguines?

WILLIAM BROHNER: Some of them, yes.

I'm not that.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Fair enough.

You're so glib.

What do you think I'm going to tell you?

WILLIAM BROHNER: I really don't know.

If I had a preconception, would you tell me what

you thought I wanted to hear?

Not a chance.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Well, then.

How do you know Andrew?

WILLIAM BROHNER: He did some legal work on my last picture.

You were still engaged then, weren't you?

Why don't you tell me about something

that happened yesterday?

Such as what?

WILLIAM BROHNER: Anything.

What makes a normal day for you?

Normal?

WILLIAM BROHNER: I'll rephrase.

A typical day?

A day in the life?

In the life.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Is there someone out there who's

your friend, who you like?

ROWENA: There's Eddie.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Eddie?

ROWENA: Yes.

Eddie.

Coleson?

No.

Wells.

Eddie Wells.

Damn, girl!

What you want to come up on a man like that for?

You scared the bejeezus out of me.

The bejeezus?

What are you doing around here, anyway?

I'm hungry.

Yeah, well, Mickey D's still right around the corner.

Too funny, Eddie.

You worried about your cholesterol?

Oh, really too funny.

Look, I need help.

It has not been a good night.

Damn, girl.

What do you want to keep doing this shit for?

Why couldn't you just leave it alone?

We're just like you.

I'm just trying to get by.

No, you ain't.

You ain't like me.

Well, what do you want me to say?

How about the truth of it?

You need that special fix.

Ah, I guess there wasn't nothin' for me in these glad rags,

anyway.

WILLIAM BROHNER: That special fix?

What happens if you don't get it?

Nothing good.

It's not like this is something that I woke up

one morning and decided to do.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Isn't it?

How did it start?

I already told you that.

WILLIAM BROHNER: On the record, please.

Earlier this year-- May.

The 24th, to be exact.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Time of day?

Evening, night, just after 10:00.

WILLIAM BROHNER: You were attending a class.

Yes, a law class about TRIPs-- trade-related

intellectual property rights.

WILLIAM BROHNER: And the professor?

Not a professor.

The lecturer.

He asked me to stay after class and discuss my proposed paper.

Do you have a minute, he said.

Now I've got all the time in the world, time

to wander, wait for it to catch up to me, maybe kill me.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Earlier you asked me if I knew

what it was like to be in hell.

ROWENA: Do you know what it's like every waking

moment confused and pained?

You glide through your world thinking it must be a dream.

Can't possibly be real.

Where you are cannot be real because what you're doing,

people only do in nightmares.

Except you can't wake up.

And then you do.

And you're inside the nightmare.

You tell yourself that what drives you to the unspeakable,

that's not you.

Not really.

You lie to yourself.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Being a little melodramatic, aren't you?

Am I?

Maybe you just don't get it.

WILLIAM BROHNER: I get that you feel afflicted by something.

What is that feeling?

ROWENA: Phosphor and sharp sparks

without one cooling tear.

Like the Lamia, not inappropriately.

Wasn't I clear?

You were.

Maybe I want to party.

No, you don't.

Not wearing your party clothes.

OK.

I thought that since we seemed to be kindred beings,

you might be able to answer a few questions.

Why not?

What's your name, anyway?

Travis.

What were you expecting?

I don't know.

Just not something country and western.

Maybe something more exotic.

Transylvanian?

You've seen too many movies.

Well, like you said, I'm new at this.

And you are?

Rowena.

All right, Rowena.

What?

It's not going to give me cancer.

I'm allergic.

No, you're not.

No allergies.

No ailments.

Not anymore.

So I can't get sick or even feel bad?

So if I say this sucks, it's emotional only.

There are some physical sensitivities.

So let's get out of the sun.

It's not like I work off of some checklist.

I just try to follow the rules.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Rules?

A right way and a wrong way.

Rules.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Who made these rules?

I did.

Why are you being an idiot?

WILLIAM BROHNER: I'm just trying to understand.

Why have rules?

It's the only way that I can stay human.

After humanness is lost, then comes

righteousness, and then rules.

WILLIAM BROHNER: What is that, the Dao De Jing?

Look at you!

I guess you did read a book once.

WILLIAM BROHNER: So now you want to tie in Daoist philosophy?

No.

Christ, Buddha, Zoroastrian monkeys-- none of that shit

has anything to do with the work rules.

What are you looking at?

I've seen you by the park.

What are you doing here?

Selling Girl Scout cookies.

How about some Thin Mints?

Who's that?

Your mother?

You're putting your own daughter out?

You sorry excuse.

How about now?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I've seen you, too, skeezing in the park.

But you disrespect us?

And I've seen you at night.

What have you seen?

Nothing.

Just you and that jigahoo.

So step off, bitch.

WILLIAM BROHNER: So what are you saying?

Life's hard for crack whores?

At least they're not smug.

WILLIAM BROHNER: And how about your kind?

My kind?

You think you know my kind?

You don't.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): There are things that come out at night.

Things that can't exist in the light of day.

But at night, they can wander freely.

They have nothing to fear.

And you never know when you might run into one of them.

Whoa, you looking to score?

I mean, we got it all.

Nixon to tricked-out Harry Jones.

Or maybe you're a quartz girl.

Nice bracelet.

Yeah, I took it in a trade.

So you were wanting?

That all depends.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Eddie likes to go to the movies

during the day, so I give him a little money for tickets.

Not enough duckets?

Duckets?

What are you, a street poser now?

You got a little dribble on your chin there.

So do you.

Yours probably ain't from pomegranate.

Thanks for belaboring the obvious.

Now, I don't want your blood money.

How is it blood money?

I thought you didn't want me belaboring the obvious?

Just take it.

No.

You need it.

No.

Fine.

I'll just go buy you some movie passes with this money.

Well, good thing, because I only got one

left and I need to relax in a soft seat.

Do you even watch the movies?

Mostly crap nowa--

--days.

WILLIAM BROHNER: That how you see it?

Fuck you.

WILLIAM BROHNER: If you're tired, we can take a break.

It's just all this stuff-- me and Eddie, what's the point?

It's tangential.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Eddie seems important to you.

Eddie knows me for who I am.

He saw.

That's how we met.

WILLIAM BROHNER: He saw what Andrew saw?

You're not too quick on the uptake, are you?

Andrew only got a tiny peek.

That's all.

WILLIAM BROHNER: You can mock me as much as you want,

but we're not really telling me who or what you've become,

are you?

Andrew asked me to do this.

So let's just cut to the chase.

My typical day, my normal day, my yesterday.

What's your fucking problem?

You don't want to know what my problem is.

It's a parking lot, not a freeway, jerk-off.

You're right.

I don't want to know.

So move.

What is your problem?

Are you too busy thinking about what

schmuck you're going to sue next to watch where you're going?

Get out of the way!

Or what?

You're going to run me over?

That might get blood on your pretty little car.

Are you out of your mind, you stupid cunt?

Oh my god.

Jesus Christ.

What is wrong with you?

Who really knows?

Maybe I just hate people with a sense of entitlement.

You're a crazy bitch.

OK?

Real guy.

Go ahead.

Call him up.

WILLIAM BROHNER: I don't think that you called him up.

You went to see him.

Yeah, I did.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): I could hardly wait to see him again.

Then, it doesn't always play out the way you expect.

Is anything ever the way you expect?

You could tell from where the guy lived he never met a drug

dealer, car thief, or everyday scumbag

whose money he didn't like.

So he took it.

And he used it to buy things he didn't

need just because he could.

Well, what do you think?

One more go-round.

Get some water from the bathroom.

Whoa.

Where did you come from?

What is this?

Girlfriend?

Looks more like the hired help to me.

How'd you get in here?

The door was open.

Well, why don't you close it on your way out?

Yeah, he's plum wore out.

Look, I can't have come all this way for nothing.

If I leave without any money, it's for me.

Not our problem.

Oh, come on.

You guys are just all hot and bothered.

How much longer you going to be messing with that trash?

Ain't she something?

I told you, hit the road.

Or you're going to end up where he's going.

And I said I can't leave here without any money.

We don't pay for sex.

If we want to tap some ass, we tap it.

Then let me just search his pockets, then.

Hey, not so rough.

Yeah, all right.

All right.

But not here.

Wake up.

Huh?

You know--

In the end, this is what happens

when you piss off your clients.

ROWENA: I'll take that.

You surprised me.

Again.

I don't like surprises.

Where's Lenny?

Taking a nap.

He's plum wore out.

You should've left when I gave you the chance.

Ah!

Who are you, sweetheart?

Just a girl trying to get by.

Nobody special.

You could've fooled me.

Hey!

What the fuck are you doing?

Know how I'm gonna hurt you?

Is that all you got, Lenny?

Last chance.

Leave now.

I love that under taste of fire.

Please stay away.

Don't touch me.

Would you just shut up?

No-- no, I'm sorry about what happened in the parking lot.

Please don't kill me.

I swear I'll do anything.

OK.

Stop whining like a little girl.

I'm not going to kill you.

How did you find me?

You dropped your business card.

So if you're not, then why did you come here?

I actually came here to kill you, but I changed my mind.

So chill.

I'm not doing it.

Look, you can take it from me.

There are worse things than being dead.

You would kill me for that?

Well, it was good enough for them.

Dead is dead, dude.

Usually.

I was wrong.

You were kind of a prick.

But I was out of line, too.

Sorry.

Oh.

Huh.

I mean, weird as it may be, if I hadn't come to kill you,

you'd be dead.

So what you did-- I mean, are-- are you a-- are you--

What do I look like, the tooth fairy?

So what happens now?

Well, after I take care of Tex,

you can finish the cleanup.

Yeah.

And if I ever need a lawyer, you come running.

Absolutely.

You're not buying this.

WILLIAM BROHNER: You must realize

it's a little hard to swallow.

Believe it or not.

Whatever.

Is there a problem, ladies?

Yeah, there is.

Well, are you with those bad boys upstairs?

What boys?

We're with ourselves.

I see.

Well, OK then.

This is our turf, see?

Our agent wants you to get that message.

I was just here visiting my lawyer.

I had a dispute that needed to be handled.

So now you've got a dispute with us.

Now that I understand it's your turf,

the next time I go see my lawyer,

I'll make sure to dress more demurely.

Isn't that enough?

Can I go now?

All you've got is talk.

Why don't you just go tell your agent

or whatever that I understand.

We're all good.

He said make sure she don't forget.

Bad idea.

You know what's a bad idea?

You coming around like that is a bad idea.

I just gotta make a point.

I just gotta cut you a little.

Jesus, does everybody in this town have a freaking knife?

No.

Some of us got guns.

And maybe you should just put that shit away,

step aside before I get mad.

Ooh, serious.

Ah!

Let me go, you bitch!

Call me that again, and I'll rip

your fucking vocal chords out.

Look.

I'm going to walk away now.

Don't follow me.

No!

WILLIAM BROHNER: So that's the rule.

You only kill killers.

Are all your fantasies this involved?

You're more judgmental than Marty.

So where you been?

Out.

Care to elaborate on that a bit?

What for?

Out works for me.

What?

WILLIAM BROHNER: I'm getting confused.

Who is this guy?

Don't be so impatient.

WILLIAM BROHNER: When we met in the park, you were panhandling.

Yeah.

I did a lot of things for money.

For Mexico.

I'm concerned about you.

Like, who do you think you are?

My father?

No.

Your friend.

No.

You're not my doctor, or my lawyer,

or my lover, or my anything.

You're just a pathetic ex-junkie who flushed his academic career

down the toilet, got on SSI, and lets

me squat in his spare room.

I don't rate that.

Maybe not, but that's what I'm giving out today.

So you can either take it or leave it.

I'm going to crash for a couple of hours.

Great.

Guess I was done with that coffee.

I'm sorry.

You want me to make some more?

Look.

I realize this is probably turning you on,

but the only way you're getting in my pants

is over my dead body.

What's so funny?

You think I'm that pathetic?

Uh-uh.

It's just an inside joke.

I only want to help.

That's all.

Thanks, really, but no.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Why does Marty put up with this?

Not why you think.

He owes me.

Marty was-- Marty's a smart guy.

He's a tenured professor.

Popular, but everyone disappeared

when he crashed and burned.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Except you.

Yeah.

I mean, all I did was heat up TV dinners

and I drove him to meetings.

But I did do that.

Spare any change?

I don't carry cash.

Right.

And I'm sure you bought that churro with your platinum card,

asshole.

Honey's better than vinegar.

Thanks for the advice, but handle your own case.

I'm just sayin'.

Good luck to you, girly.

Same to you.

(QUIETLY) Fuckin' bums, man.

Hang back a bit.

Get a job, bitch.

Hey, she looks like your cousin.

What?

No way that piece of white trash is like my cousin.

You know, I'm not deaf, you know.

And fuck you, loser.

Ah.

Fuck me?

Loser?

Are you high?

I'm just telling it like I see it.

You keep that up if you want to die.

You fucking slut! - Hey.

Are you nuts?

Not here, man.

You're right.

You're right.

Who's the loser now, huh?

Come on, let's go.

Dude.

Let's go.

I see you again, you punk-ass skank, and I will put you down.

Fuck. (WHISPERING) Fucking piece of shit.

Are you OK?

Well, I'm not great, but I'm OK.

I've seen what they do.

I've seen them here before doing bad shit.

Someday the karmic wheel will turn.

Como?

Ah, si.

I like that line of yours.

Hot, black, and made this year.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Well, it's not mine, really.

I stole it.

That figures.

You know, sometimes I feel like Diogenes.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Sometimes it's hard to tell

when you're joking.

Why would I joke about someone who

plucked a chicken to mock Plato's

pseudo definition of man?

WILLIAM BROHNER: Plato.

All I knew about it the routine with the lamb.

Then you'd lose on "Jeopardy."

Diogenes believed that mankind is

more concerned about the appearance of evil

than evil itself.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Really?

You think I'm making this shit up as I go along?

WILLIAM BROHNER: I'm still not sure.

Laozi, Diogenes?

Maybe you should go into ,

make some of that money you need.

Very funny.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): I go to the downtown library, to IM.

I used to love that library.

Now it's just a place full of useless information.

It's like a giant version of the room

at Marty's-- books everywhere, but no real knowledge.

Nothing that can help me.

At the end of the hall, there's a room with internet stations.

That's how I talk to Hildegard, the woman in Mexico.

Like me, but older.

At one time, long ago, she was a scientist.

An alchemist.

Back then, they were suspicious of any woman seeking knowledge.

The cures she found using plants and herbs,

that could be witchcraft.

WILLIAM BRONER (VOICEOVER): How did you find this woman?

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Why does that matter?

I found her.

WILLIAM BRONER (VOICEOVER): Have you ever seen this person?

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): No, but maybe she can help me.

Maybe she can give me a future again.

Can I help you, miss?

Oh, I'm just waiting for the bus.

We pay someone to clean those windows every morning.

Think the bus stop is over there.

Toodles.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): I hate Hollywood.

There's nothing real.

Batmen, wookies, and Marilyn Monroes.

WILLIAM BRONER (VOICEOVER): So why do you go there?

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): To get money.

For the stuff I steal.

Hey.

These little are out of fashion now.

You don't say.

Want the box?

Give me a break.

It's worth more with the box.

That is, of course, if you care about the money.

Right.

$200.

All right.

Fine.

By the way, that stuff is crap.

I'd recommend the Rembrandt Plus, wintergreen

flavor with peroxide.

Yeah, well not everyone can afford the brands.

I'm just saying it's cheaper than the dentist.

I'm curious.

What's this all about, anyway?

You don't really seem the type.

I wasn't aware that there was a type for petty theft

and shoplifting.

Yeah, there is.

And it's not you.

What are you so pissed off about?

Or is it who?

Punks piss me off.

Especially those who've had to play amateur psychologist

while giving lectures on dental hygiene.

Nice doing business with you, then.

See you next week, same time?

Yeah.

Give me a minute.

SUSANNAH: OK.

Here, look.

Let's go over there.

OK.

There's a spot down there.

Uh, hey.

My name is Susannah.

Hi.

I'm Rowena.

You're Rowena.

How pretty.

What kind of name is that?

It's Celtic.

Uh, my fiance, Elvis, and I, we're from Norway.

Until recently they had super strict laws

against foreign names there.

You're kidding.

Elvis?

Uh, yeah.

Well, that's a Norwegian name.

Mine is trickier.

But it's from the Bible, so it's OK.

My middle name is Celtic, too.

Arolilia.

"Ar-oh-lily-a." It means lily of the wasteland.

Really?

Yeah.

What does your name mean?

Um, it means fair and slender.

Not as much character as Arolilia.

Uh, could you help us and take our picture, please?

Sure.

Elvis.

Hello.

Hi.

Uh, so it's in still mode.

So just press there to start and stop.

OK.

ROWENA: All right.

SUSANNAH: Did you get all that?

Yep.

SUSANNAH: Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Um, can we get you?

Yeah, yeah.

Uh.

Please.

Please.

It's just for us.

All right.

Say your name.

I'm Rowena.

Why are you so gloomy?

You're Rowena.

Come on.

I'm Rowena from Los Angeles.

You should all come visit sometime.

Thank you so much.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

We have to catch the train, so we have to run.

- OK. - Thank you.

Yeah. You're welcome.

Thank you so much.

Bye!

Bye!

Congratulations!

SUSANNAH: Thank you.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): I'd forgotten how it

was to really be with someone.

You all right?

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Share life.

Just tired.

All right.

Well, uh, you stay safe.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Looking for answers, alone,

without a reassuring glance was exhausting.

It's getting harder to remember the old Rowena, the one

without a secret.

It was getting harder and harder to go see Andrew,

to force myself to pretend.

I stared in the face of everything I used to have.

I was twisted, stupid, bad.

Good to see you.

Liar.

Why would you say that, Rowena?

I'm really happy to see you.

It was a joke.

Just a joke.

It's good to see you, too.

So how's Holly?

Are you still over-feeding her?

Look who's talking.

I miss her.

No.

She has to stay with you, here at her home.

I have to stay where I am.

I can find you a better place.

Just say the word.

I got you something.

Where'd you pick this up?

Around.

You stole it.

ROWENA: Andrew, you have to stop using those cheap pens.

Just take it.

Please?

You're welcome.

I don't need you to get stuff for me, Rowena.

I need to understand what happened.

Where did you go, huh?

You can't understand.

Try me.

Tell me.

I want to help you.

I love you.

I can't live in your world anymore.

How can you say that?

ROWENA: Look.

If you don't talk about something else,

I'm going to have to leave.

OK.

OK.

Your mom called me.

OK.

You talk, then.

I'm thinking about going to Mexico.

Why?

Well, it's probably just a wild goose chase,

but I think I might have found somebody who

could help me with my problem.

A doctor?

More like an anthropologist.

Don't you think a doctor might be better?

A head shrinker, you mean.

Just a normal doctor.

You just don't realize it.

There's nothing normal about my problem.

How can I realize when you won't tell me anything?

When I don't know anything?

I am sorry.

Really.

I am.

You should eat something.

What about you?

I had something earlier.

I'll call you.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Even with a reassuring glance

looking for answers, does it always have to be exhausting?

WILLIAM BROHNER: Is this woman in Mexico

really an anthropologist?

What is this all about?

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): We'll get to that.

Just give me a moment.

Did I hurt you that night?

Not really.

When paths cross, it doesn't always end well.

Some don't believe in live and let live.

Or live and let die.

Sense of humor.

Yeah, I'm trying to get past the graveyard humor.

So if I wanted to end this, I guess the sun has no effect.

No.

And jumping from a tall building?

Hanging?

Slitting my wrists?

Garlic milkshake?

Funny again.

I have never really found much humor in it.

What if I run into a sharpened stake?

Myth.

This whole thing is a myth.

I mean, how can you and I even exist?

How can anything abnormal exist?

Is a deadly virus abnormal?

Are we even abnormal except in context?

Well, a deadly virus, you can kill.

Morality can win.

I thought you came back to ask me how to live with this.

No.

The molecular structure of your body has changed.

Your skin will part to escape puncture

from the thickest blade.

Just stop it.

You're telling me that I'm living in some sort

of comic book world.

There has to be a way out.

If there's a way out, for normality to win,

I don't know it.

Do-- do we even get older?

Yeah.

But slowly.

How's that tied in?

I'm taking a trip.

Where exactly in Mexico?

By train?

I don't know where it is.

I'm a little lost.

Won't change anything to go all existential.

I tried that.

How long ago was it for you?

A while.

Right after Tricky Dick resigned.

1974.

Since then.

Let me show you a few things.

ROWENA: Oh my god!

Oh my god!

How did you-- how did we get--

WILLIAM BROHNER: You OK?

Obviously not.

What did Andrew say to you?

WILLIAM BROHNER: That you don't suffer fools gladly.

Do you suffer fools gladly, seeing you yourself are wise?

WILLIAM BROHNER: Sorry, I don't know the quote.

St. Paul's second letter to the Corinthians.

"I delight in insults and hardships.

For when I am weak, then I am strong.

If I have become a fool, I was driven to it."

WILLIAM BROHNER: Are you still religious?

I was never religious.

Just forced to read the Bible.

Stop making stupid assumptions.

I'm getting tired.

Are we almost done?

WILLIAM BROHNER: You tell me.

It's not real for you.

Nothing-- the questions, core values-- is real for you.

Is it?

Where you going?

Same place I came from this morning.

Out.

I was going to make dinner.

Oh, I had something a while ago.

I've never seen you eat.

Sorry I didn't check with you or anything.

Don't worry.

I'm not anorexic.

Want something to drink, then?

Did you buy any diet soda?

Sure did.

Thanks.

You ever going to tell me why you go out dressed like that?

OK.

I will.

But I don't want any static about it.

Deal?

Agreed.

It's not for me.

So I got a call off the query letters

that I sent to the local schools.

A faculty member was in a car accident,

and they want to see me in the morning

about finishing the term.

Congrats.

Yeah, uh, we'll see.

So your mood is elevated.

Diet cola do that?

The sun went down.

You know I'm a night person.

Hm.

And--

There are some bars where I have

an arrangement to cage drinks.

No more, no less.

Can I ask you a question about this?

No value judgments.

Go ahead.

Do they give you money for this?

Of course not.

I do it all for fun.

How much money does a b-girl make for that work?

A b-girl?

You watch too many old movies, Marty.

Humor me.

Between $15 to $20 an hour, depending on the bar.

Sometimes I get $1 a drink, too.

Really?

And that's worth it to them?

For real, sugar.

Didn't you just buy me one?

And that works?

You don't think the guys want to buy me drinks?

You think I didn't notice you checking out my thigh

when I was putting on my boots?

I did not do that.

I did not.

Whatever.

Hey, what is with that tick?

Nothing.

No, it could be epilepsy or what do they--

what do they call it?

Transient ischemic attacks?

Look, enough of this crap.

This could be serious.

All right.

So how much profit is there in an extra $3 or $4 cocktails?

Plenty.

I mean, besides the fact that I class the place up,

they don't actually serve me liquor.

My Cuba Libre has two drops of rum,

watery Coke, and a used lime.

But I drink it right down and I say,

"How about another, sweetie?"

Which is why I'm not going to finish this.

Don't worry about it.

I won't.

Satisfied now?

Enlightened, at least.

Epilepsy.

I wish.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Marty means well.

It's something about him.

His affliction.

His salvation.

What do you want?

Did I do something?

To you?

Did you see this paper?

I thought you might like it for your scrapbook.

Do you think this is what I want?

What you want and don't want, I

ain't all up in that Kool-Aid.

And I ain't bent, either.

Well, then what do you suggest that I do?

Oh.

So now you take me for a friend.

Well, you talk to T. Jones, your shrink, anybody.

But leave me be.

You don't think that I would like to change this?

But right now--

Do you think that I've been broke

and all of my life?

You think that when I first hit the streets,

I didn't tell myself, won't always be life like this.

So what are you saying?

Thought I was belaboring the obvious again.

You need to get ghost, girl.

Navigate out of here before the laws are on you.

I've been thinking about going down south.

There you go.

Mexico lindo, where life is cheap.

I don't understand all the mechanics.

That you could think about a place, a person.

Somehow you go then.

You really didn't like that guy Haney, did you?

Just takes a little effort to see

what's inside someone's head.

No.

Or to tell what you think.

Why so gloomy, Rowena?

There's nothing to be afraid of out there in the dark.

No one can touch you.

Nothing can hurt you.

40, 60, 80, 90, 100, 1, 2 and 3.

Hey, I think that chick's following us.

So what?

Yeah, but why would she do that?

Who gives a fuck?

Hey!

Yeah?

I know you?

This morning.

You said, and I quote, "I'll see you again, you punk-ass skank.

And I'll put you down."

She got it.

Still looks like your sister.

Would you shut the fuck up with that shit?

Wow, you do look different.

You know, you're as ugly as ever.

Maybe it's the lighting.

I doubt it.

You know, I'm going to revise my statement.

Instead of I will put you down, how about

I will fuck your brains out?

Hm.

But I should probably use protection

'cause you're for sure a punk-ass skank.

Listen, Haney.

So how much you charge, honey?

Not that I plan on paying.

For you, Haney?

On the house.

Ooh.

Come on over here.

I know a place.

Mm, cute.

Why not get comfortable?

How about my pal?

Mm, we'll see.

After.

Oh, come on.

You've got to give out some samples

to generate trade, right?

All's he'd want is a blow job.

Well, I do have a very unusual mouth.

Oh.

Pierced tongue?

Nice, sharp teeth.

Sting ray.

Maybe I should try one.

Sure.

But no freebies on those.

OK, I'll bite.

How much?

$100.

And I'll .

You got a real sense of humor, don't you, bitch?

You know, I really don't like being called that.

Oh, that's too bad, 'cause I'm sure it happens a lot.

Come on.

Let's get to it.

Strip.

Well, what about you, stud?

I'll just drop my pants.

What, are you shy?

I thought you'd be eager to show off your muscles.

Can't believe this bitch.

Come on, baby.

Hey, not so fast.

You know why?

I think you like it hot.

Happy now?

Gettin' there.

Hey, I said I would do the biting.

So go ahead.

Is this getting you hot?

I mean, you really aren't friendly.

You just like to prance around in your leather

jacket with your cute little wing man.

Ah, fuck, you got some claws!

Pay attention, numb-nuts, because these are the last

moments of your worthless life.

You sure you still want your friend to have a taste?

He doesn't seem like a real asshole to me.

He shouldn't have to die just because he

hangs out with a useless piece of shit like you.

Should he?

So Haney, what do you think of that?

MAN: Open this fucking door.

Guess we better wrap this up.

I think we should make this last .

Don't you?

No.

Please.

Don't.

Please?

Sorry.

No mercy.

This is for every person, man or woman, you've hurt.

And you've probably tortured animals.

It's for them, too.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Eddie was right.

He said that life was cheap everywhere.

When you wake up from your nap,

what about hanging out with another fine crowd.

And you can rot in hell.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): Life is cheap everywhere.

And I'm not the only one that knows it.

Huh.

Figured you got hung up tonight.

Ah, I just had to take out some trash.

Ever think about getting a purse?

Too bulky.

I'm talking about one of those little black numbers

with gold chain strap.

I mean, it would go with your outfit.

Mm.

On the other hand, I'm guessing there

are some parts of town where a purse like that

is an easy target.

Oh, look!

Cute charm.

It's a motorcycle jacket.

Right.

So what's the total?

Um, tonight or all together?

All together, please, Jeannie.

$9,647.

I guess I have to speed things up.

Bye.

Without looking through a window, the way to salvation

can be seen.

The farther one travels, the less one discovers.

WILLIAM BROHNER: So you think this money

will buy what you need?

Why are you not listening?

WILLIAM BROHNER: You really expect answers from

some mystery woman in Mexico?

One answer.

How to stop being alive and dead at the same time.

WILLIAM BROHNER: Can't you just accept the Daoist dilemma?

The farther one goes, the less one knows?

Being opposites occupy the same space.

How many times are you going to make me say fuck you?

WILLIAM BROHNER: As many times as it

takes to get to the truth.

It's a double effect.

There is no truth, only consequence.

WILLIAM BROHNER: I don't follow.

Double effect?

MARTY: Rowena, you in there?

Who else would be in here, Marty?

MARTY: I need to take a leak.

All right. Well, come on in.

The door's unlocked.

MARTY: Sorry.

I couldn't hold it any longer.

No problem.

You had your prostate checked recently?

MARTY: There's nothing wrong with me.

Now, that's a matter of opinion.

MARTY: Fuck you, Rowena.

Marty!

I'm shocked!

I mean it.

I'm tired of you running me down all the time.

All right.

Well, it's healthy to let those feelings out.

I'll try to do better.

You will?

What'd I just say?

Good.

Marty?

The seat?

Thank you.

Telepathy seems to be based on strong feeling-- love, hate.

Do you live around here?

I told you, I ride the trains.

Doesn't that get expensive?

All those tickets?

Tickets?

I don't need no stinking tickets.

Suppose the conductor comes up to me and says, "Excuse me,

sir, would you mind showing me your ticket?"

Thank you, sir.

Have a nice trip.

Jedi mind trick.

For real.

Hi.

I'm sorry to call so early.

I figured that I know you never really

could sleep during a full moon.

Um, I need to see you, to-- to tell you something.

Sure.

Fine.

I'll meet you outside around the corner, OK?

I've killed people.

Why would you-- why would you say that, huh?

Why-- why would you kill anyone?

Because I have to.

To drink their blood.

You know, I, uh, I have tried to be patient.

I have listened.

I have waited.

If you have no more regard for me, that is one thing.

But if you just sit here and--

Look, I know it's hard to believe.

Hard to believe?

Rowena, this is-- it is impossible to believe.

What's next, alien abductions?

I mean-- I'm sorry.

This is just really-- .

Don't be .

I just-- less than two months ago,

I would have said the same thing, or worse.

Jesus.

I took this off of a man before I killed him.

I don't know why I took it.

Think it's a trick?

Pull it up.

Go ahead.

That's what I do now.

I murder.

I suck the life out of victims.

No, I-- I've seen you during the day.

This morning you were fine.

It's not like a comic book.

Daylight doesn't bother me.

But I feed at night.

Feed.

I'm stronger at night.

Look, I'm new to this, you know?

But I met someone in Mexico-- to-- not a woman,

but something like me.

Dead, infected, whatever I am.

Not normal.

Not human.

Not human.

No.

Anyways, I have been talking with her online.

And she says that she can control it, the addiction.

Can cure it?

I don't know.

But she wants me to come see her-- with money, of course.

What is this, uh, lady's name?

Hildegard Magistra.

How much does this Hildegard want?

$50,000.

That's all?

Look, Rowena, I can do whatever you want.

It's hopeless.

Just take me home.

Hey.

Hey yourself.

What's up?

That job interview, it's this morning.

Oh, at the crack of dawn?

It's at Chapman in Orange County.

Oh.

Well, break a leg.

Thank you.

Hey, if you get this job, I just want to say that I know

I've been a total bitch.

But I really appreciate--

Rowena, you were the only one, when

I hit bottom, that gave a damn.

Now, I don't know what's really going on.

But I don't care.

If you need, I'm here.

Thank you.

(WHISPERING) You're welcome.

You ain't scaring me no more.

Wasn't trying to.

What's up?

You tell me.

I heard on the radio about this dead guy

in a dumpster up in Hollywood, lost a lot of blood.

Happens to people.

Did they say anything about a couple of bikers?

Fuck, girl, how many did you do tonight?

What's the difference?

They all deserved it.

Gettin' a little out of control, ain't it?

I mean, do you have a plan here?

I asked Andrew for the money.

My fiance.

All right.

So it's good.

Who the hell knows?

This woman in Mexico who claims she's older, I mean,

bring me 50 Gs and I'll cure you?

It's not possible?

Who can say?

Fine that your fiance's rich, but it sounds like a waste

of time and money to me.

I've gotta try.

Sure.

Let me know how it goes.

Just look inside.

See the truth of it for yourself.

ROWENA (VOICEOVER): The streets of Los

Angeles are still dark with something more than night.

I wonder if it will be like that in Mexico.

Will there be an answer there?

Anywhere?

I don't know if I'll ever see Andrew,

or Marty, or Eddie again.

And like I told Travis, I don't know whether or not

Hildegard can help me.

But I have to try.

Whatever happens in Mexico, I have to find a way to end this.

WILLIAM BROHNER: So what do you mean by double effect?

St. Thomas Aquinas.

You try to do something good, but something bad happens, too.

WILLIAM BROHNER: But you intend to kill people.

I choose people who deserve to be harmed.

You figure it out yet?

The ending?

How it ends for me?

WILLIAM BROHNER: How would I know?

It's your story, not mine.

So you're not a chicken plucker?

Why not bring reality into focus?

WILLIAM BROHNER: What are you talking about?

What reality into focus?

This one.

A day in the death.