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Oh, Sylvia.

This is suicidal plagiarism.

Oblivion receding, the abyss
opening, the screaming dirt

of chaos longing.

Strong metre, Amy.

Strong words.

Thank you.

TEACHER: Mazel tov.

Josh.

You're up next.

Good.

I love your words.

This is "Emerald Ambrosia--
An Ode to Absinthe."

Picture it with no punctuation,
because there is none.

I think we're the
best poets on campus.

Mmm.

Your turn.

Oh.

[LAUGH]

Whoa.

Yep.

Just yank it.

Are you still a virgin?

No, no.

I'm not, actually.

It's beautiful.

Poetry is really beautiful.

It's like you can
see inside of you.

I want to be inside of you.

Here?

Mhm.

[KNOCKING NOISE]

What was that?

Nothing.

W-- wha-- s--

Wait, wait, wait.

Just relax.

Just relax.

[LAUGH]

What are you doing?

Easy, easy, easy.

Come on.

It's art.

Stop Whoa!

Amy.

Your dirt metaphor is a
cliche, and your poetry sucks.

I hate that song.

Me too.

By the way, what a
misogynistic pig.

You should have
castrated that guy.

Ugh.

I don't even care
anymore, you know?

I'm resilient.

I'd like to share
something with you.

"A music magazine grins,
feeding from the mall,

poly blend combustion burning
on the escalator to nowhere."

Oh my god.

I think I just got my period.

So haunting, so
ahead of its time--

it's practically ancient.

1989.

Shit.

Soon we'll be free
of this hell hole.

As the days died early, she
longed escape from her cage.

Thanks, Mom!

Here, honey.

These were on the printer.

You have a lot of submissions.

There's a small reading fee
for a few of the reviews.

Small?

How small?

Well, um, a lot of the reviews
have prizes-- like the Finger

Lakes prize is $1,000.

And I'm a shoe-in.

I mean, you're only
eligible if you're an, uh,

unpublished female poet
under the age of 25

from upstate New York.

So, hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Dad, can I get
some stamp money?

Amy, you know we
believe in your talent,

and we know how
special you really are.

But, um, we can't afford to
subsidise your poetry career.

OK.

I know it seems
like I'm not really

doing anything
right now, but I am

writing nonstop-- all the time.

Things are pouring out of me
you wouldn't even believe.

I could have a volume
of poetry in a week.

I mean, I-- I'm feeling a
lot, I'm thinking a lot.

I'm-- I'm inspired, Dad.

I'm inspired.

Sweetie, you've got
$90,000 in student loans,

and you've already spent
a couple of thousand

on these submissions.

So we can give you an
extension for another week,

but after that, no more.

We just-- we just have to
cut the umbilical cord.

So, let's see what
happens with those.

And here's some stamp money.

Just until you win the Pulitzer.

I love you.

Thanks, Dad.

I will suffer through this.

I will suffer through this.

So, you majored in poetry.

Yes.

Twice a week
would be wonderful.

I could pay you four
and a quarter an hour.

It was a sign-- literally
and figuratively.

Hi hon.

Need some help?

No.

I-- I-- I didn't
mean to come in.

Um--

You've come about the job?

No.

No, no, no.

No, not-- not-- sorry.

Sorry.

It won't bite ya.

Oh. [LAUGH]

Ew.

Augh.

Nope.

Sorry.

We're not hiring.

I could be a real asset here.

I know everything there is to
know about poetr-- Rat Billings

is doing a signings
here at this bookstore?

Yeah.

You like him?

Like?

"The Squalor of Spendor"
is one of my favorite poems

ever written.

He was 18 when he wrote that.

It's the best thing he ever did.

He's-- he's a good training
wheels poet, if you're not

ready for the great ones yet.

Rat Billings is the great.

Salinger worked in a
meat processing plant.

Stanley, If this
nice young woman

has come in about the job.

My friends know where I am.

Sorry.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't be afraid.

Got any experience
working retail?

Actually, no.

Ah.

Are you at all familiar
with our inventory?

More or less.

Tell her about our insurance.

Insurance?

Does this mean I got the job?

We try to take
care of our people,

so we provide some
basic health coverage.

Thank you.

[LAUGHTER]

Mwah!

My darling.

[KISSING NOISES]

[LAUGH]

It's pretty much a
mum and pop operation.

Maryann likes to do the ordering

I know the merchandise better.

I had-- I had a question.

When-- when do I--

Oh, you get paid on
Fridays, every two weeks.

Great.

Hi.

I'm Alex.

I'm the manager.

Amy.

Nice to meet you.

And I'm Rick.

Hi.

Rick.

We talked about this.

Rick doesn't work here.

And you should probably
wash your hand.

I'm just kidding.

[LAUGH]

OK.

I got a job.

That's great.

What?

Oh.

See, Doug?

Oh.

That's wonderful.

Welcome to the adult world.

[CHOKING] [CLEARS THROAT]

So, aren't you going
to tell us what it is?

What are you doing?

It's kind of an underground
art magazine type of thing.

I'm, uh-- I don't like you
working downtown after dark.

That's racist.

I just want to take a minute to
explain our filing system here,

called Sparfs.

It's, uh, Sexual Preference,
Age, Race, Fetish,

Size-- kind of like the Dewey
Decimal system for erotica.

Hmm.

Anyway, this, uh-- this one
right here, uh, they're old,

they're black, and they're gay.

But they wouldn't go
in the old section,

they'd go in the gay
area, because they're gay.

Uh, that's the
sexual preference.

Oh my god.

And then, you
know, and then it'd

go in the-- the old
section and then

the black section-- uh,
the black subsection

of the gay old section.

Anyway, like any
great rule of thumb,

there are a few
exceptions to Sparfs.

The green dot--

Who puts on the dots?

No one knows.

It's a mystery.

[LAUGH] Uh, it's really,
really easy to remember.

Sexual preference, age--

ALEX: Race, fetish--

Race, fetish, size.

ALEX: Size.

I memorise it just like,
by the rap, you know?

(RAPPING ) Sexual
preference, age,

race, fetish, size,
sexual preference,

age, race, fetish sex.

And it's pretty easy
to remember that way.

You could do that.

I'm doing it in my head.

I don't want to do it out loud.

Uh, when this gentleman
wants to check out a video,

you get his card.

Uh, it's got membership
info, notes written

by employees, et cetera.

What are sticky video returns?

[LAUGH]

What?

Really?

OK.

Uh, when that happens,
we give him a copy

of our customer policies.

Here you go.

So you read that.

MALE SPEAKER: Thank you.

Here you go.

Bye.

Bye.

Happy first day.

Thanks.

I'll s--

Have fun with your
esoteric reading.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Bye.

Drive safe.

Thanks.

Hi.

Wow.

That's an old one.

That's got to be 20 years old.

Thank you.

All right.

Who's next.

Hello.

Hello.

Hi.

Uh, what's your name?

Um, if you don't want
to have your book signed,

can you just step out of the way
so that people behind you can--

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I got.

I got it.

Here.

I got it.

I got it.

I got it.

AMY: No, I got it.

No, just, uh, let
me just do this.

That's fine.

Excuse me, Mr. Billings.

Hi.

I am an enormous fan, like
crazy big fan of yours.

Thank you.

-Ah.
-How are you?

It's so nice to meet you.

We-- we met inside.

I mean, I-- you remembered!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Um, I just wanted to say that,
you know, ignore the reviews.

Your new book is tremendous.

I mean, the New York Times
really has no taste anymore.

I know.

It's kind of a badge
of honour, really.

I just-- I love your work.

I just want to
smash your head open

and take everything in there.

That's lovely.

It really speaks to me.

What does it say?

It says wake up, break
free from the chrysalis

of middle class ennui
that's imprisoning you.

You're paraphrasing
of course, huh?

Yeah.

Wow.

I can't believe we're
bantering like this!

This is so cool.

Life is surreal kid.

Your work, the
first time I read it,

I remember it so
clearly evolved me.

What did it evolve you into?

An artiste.

Try not to use the pupa
metaphor, for the record.

Um, you know, I thought maybe
we could get together sometime.

You can give you
some advice or let

me know how you got started.

You know, it's, uh--
it's-- it's in the books.

Well, maybe we
can get a coffee.

You know, I stopped
drinking coffee

because my adrenal
glands are totally shot.

Maybe we can just
talk, poet to poet.

Perhaps.

You're an inspiration.

You, my dear,
are an apparition.

Au revoir.

Au revoir, Rat Billings.

[GLASS BREAKING]

[ENGINE STARTING]

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

That is not your--
come back here!

Hey!

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, mother, shit.

Would you like personal
lubricant or a key chain

to go with your sexist videos?

That's very charming.

Are you sure you're old
enough to work here?

Yeah.
I'm an adult.

I swear.

See ya, Maryann.

Bye, Roy.

Later.

Policemen shop here?

Sure, same as everybody else.

Well, yeah, but
they're policemen.

So?

They're not doing
anything illegal.

Yeah, but he's a person
of authority participating

in the subjugation of women.

His wife was in a
skydiving accident.

She plummeted 10,000 feet
and her chute didn't open.

Been in a coma for two years.

He rents porn to stay faithful
to her until Jesus takes her.

I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

Oh, OK.

A lot of people
like the old school

feel of browsing
the real shelves.

Plus Let's have a
tonne of vintage stuff

you can't find online, and the
sex toys-- sometimes people

don't want to wait, or have
their mum open a FedEx box

with their Fleshlight in it.

Ugh.

Who's on bathroom duty?

Not I.

Not I.

I am?

All right.

All right.

The brush is under the sink.

Oh my god.

There was--

Anybody ever tell you
it's rude to stare?

I'm sorry.

I wasn't-- I wasn't staring.

I was, but I didn't--
I didn't mean to.

So inappropriate.

Hey.

Be cool.

Amy's all right.

Amy, Rubia.

Rubia, Amy.

Hi.

So, your shift's over.

Do-- do either of you guys know
which bus goes to Dewittshire?

Oh, perfect.

Of course that's
where you're from.

Why are you taking the bus?

My car was stolen.

Shit.

Are you OK?

Pretty sure I'm traumatised.

Man, I'm sorry.

I think the 5:15
goes that route.

The 5:15 what?

[LAUGH]

That's the bus route.

[LAUGH]

Rubia, you go that way, right?

She can show you.

Oh, that'd be great.

Really?

I'm going to rip your nuts off.

You know that, right?

Give me my battery, please.

What is this?

It's a battery.

From where?

A Cadillac.

You like paying your way
through beautiful school?

What?

Why you work at a
porn store downtown?

Oh, um, I'm a poet.

Get out.

Seriously?

I'm probably going to
get published pretty soon.

Writing shit about new snow
for the rich is not hot.

That's like my favourite haiku.

That's cool. [LAUGH]

Can I get my battery, please?

Yeah.

Gracias.

This is where you live?

Yeah.

It's that glam building
down the alley-- number 666.

El diablo.

Back door, Becky.

Good night.

Hey, you forgot something.

Your power.

Goodnight.

Riding the bus is like
being in Mogadishu.

Um, I've been on
the phone all day,

and apparently someone cancelled
the theft policy on your car.

Well, that is bizarre.

I said that's a
mistake, and then they

sent me the signed
letter of cancellation.

And it's a, um, it's
a-- it's a poem.

That is a series of couplets.

Is that the mail?

The New Yorker.

Please, please, please.

Rejected.

Amy, do you know how
difficult this year has been?

Why do we keep getting student
loan bills that are past due?

Why did you cancel the
insurance on your car?

I don't have enough
money for car insurance.

We give you money
for your insurance

and you spend it all
on literary contests.

It's an investment
in my future.

Stop being such a child.

Everyone needs to stop
calling me a child.

You are a child.

Augh!

All right.

This is my last stop.

OK.

Um, do you think you could
drop me off where you dropped

off my friend, you know, um, the
guy that-- I mean, the girl--

Rubia?

Yeah.

That would be great.

Rubia?

Rubia?

Miss Rubia?

It's me, Amy.

Remember?

Hello?

My parents kicked me out.

So why'd you come here?

I don't know any
other bus routes.

Jesus Christ.

Come in.

Thank you.

You're not sleeping on my bed.

That's-- that's fine.

RUBIA: Mhm.

I'll stay out of
your hair, I promise.

What is that?

It's crack.

Oh, cool.

I'm just playing.

It's medical marijuana.

It's my TMJ.

Oh.

I don't do drugs.

You a poet?

Take a hit.

You need to chill out.

Come on, suburbia.

You're pretty.

I'm a diva.

Out of my way, please.

Sorry.

Say something.

You look like a cheap hooker.

Oh my god.

I didn't mean to
call you a whore.

I mean a hooker.

I-- you're not either.

Shit.

I do look like a hooker.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why
I said that stuff.

I think the drugs are talking.

Oh, don't get cray.

At least I can trust
you to be honest.

My teeth feel so big
in my mouth right now.

It's just pot, OK?

It's not acid.

Don't your teeth feel huge?

Ginormous.

And sharp.

They're really sharp.

You need to get
them sanded down.

Teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(SINGING) It took a
long time to dig it.

But I found out you
don't really dig me.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

So get your heels a-clickin'.

[COMMOTION]

CROWD: (CHANTING) We are the 99%

Candace.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
We are the 99%!

We are the 99%

CROWD: (CHANTING) We are the 99%

Candace!

Oh!

Oh my god.

You got my message!

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm so glad you came.

Sarrah, you look great.

Oh my god.

Hey, Pablo?

Can you help her
to please come up?

AMY: Here we go.

One, two, three.

Oh my god.

Hi.

Oh my god.

I'm so glad you're here.

How are you?

I'm so good.

I'm so good.

After like Cuba
and Darfur, I just

realized that, like, this
is where I needed to be,

you know what I mean?
-Mmm.

In our own decaying country,
in stead of everywhere else.

Right?

Well, great.

I'm so happy for you.

Oh my god.

Sorry.

Pablo?

Pablo, this is Amy.

Hi Pablo.

This is Pablo.

We met hiking across Ecuador.

We met at the airport.

No we didn't.

We met at Ecuador, where
the organic chicken farm.

Remember?

We met at the airport.

No. [LAUGH] He's so crazy.

All right.

I'm going to go
to-- I have to go.

I have to go to work.
No, no, no.

I have to go to work.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
Stop.

No, no, no.
Stop.

Come on.
Join the movement.

Come on.
Join the movement.
Maybe next time?

Maybe next time?

No, we need you.

It seems awesome, so,
um, maybe next time.

But I'll see you this weekend.

Let's get together.

Love you.

I miss you.

Good to see you.

Nice to meet you, Pablo.

CROWD: (CHANTING):
Hell no, we won't go.

Hell no, we won't go.

Hell no, we won't go.

Um, I gave you a hundred.

$75, $75?

You're right.

I'm so sorry.

I wasn't even thinking.

Don't worry about it.

Everyone makes
mistakes sometimes.

There you go.

Thanks.

Enjoy.

[LAUGH] Awesome.

You OK?

Every literary review
in the country hates me.

They don't hate you.

I promise.

No.

They do.

Look.

Rejection letters, all
of them-- the New Yorker,

Harper's, even the Southern
Tallahassee Poetry Review

hates me.

I'm running out of time.

I can't be a wonderkind past 22.

A lot of great writers
weren't even recognised

until after they died.

I know.

I've been thinking
about that a lot lately.

What'd you think of that?

I think it's horrific.

The previous model,
which didn't didn't even,

sold like hot cakes.

I'm really beginning to think
that everything in this world

is cheap and plastic.

Nah.

These are high quality-- it
says so right on the box there.

Voice activation is
initiated by penetrating one

of the three lifelike cavities.

Do you want to do the honours?

I don't want to touch her.

No.

Up and to the right, right?

Do you know?

I don't know.

I think that's what I heard.

Can you please stop doing that?

[ROBOT MOANING]

Oh god!

[GASP] Oh my god.

DOLL: Give it to me.

Give it-- give it to me.

Oh, yeah.

Give it to me good.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Give it to me good.

It sounds like your dad.

Ew!

[LAUGH]

This is just so not how my
life was supposed to turn out.

I was supposed to
do great things.

I mean, I got good grades, I won
awards, I stayed true to my art

and didn't let
myself get distracted

by all of that trivial stuff.

Like what?

You know, like guys and stuff.

Wait.

Never?

You a virgin?

You work at a porn store
surrounded by dildos

and you're a virgin?

I assure you the
irony isn't lost to me.

Wow.

You need to find somebody
to help you along

and teach you shit, you know?

Somebody with connections.

I had someone--
Miss Rowanna Sykes.

She was a wonderful woman.

She taught me
everything I know--

how to sing from my diaphragm,
how to walk, how to love,

how to tuck my junk.

[LAUGH]

She passed away.

I'm sorry.

I still feel like an orphan.

Go to bed.

Wow, a blizzard!

I need a letter
from a past landlord.

That's such a crock!

Well, you should ask your
dad for a letter or something.

Yeah, right.

Maybe you can pretend to
be my mum or something.

No, I could be your sister.

You know I'm 19 on
Craigslist, right?

Oh my gosh.

It's Rat Billings.

Who's that?

My favorite poet in the world.

I'm obsessed with him.

Well, go talk to him!

What are you doing?

Why are you hiding?

Hey, Bobby.

How you doin'?

How you doing, sugar mouth?

Ooh, brown bagging it.

You a thug.

You know, girl.

What are you doing?

Stop doing that.

No, no, no, no, no.

You can't do that.

We just found you
a mentor, girl.

Oh god.

This is a bad idea.

Ahh!

So who is this guy?

What's the story?

He's dark and he's brooding.

Uh huh.

You would think he was so sexy.

Seriously?

Seriously.

He kind of looked
like Dracula to me.

Well, that's kind of hot,
though, don't you think?

My thighs are going
to get real after this.

Oh my god.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Ahh.

Come on.

Keep going.

I'm trying.

Oh my god.

I'm just trying to help.

We're going to lose him.

No, I got this.

We're not going to lose him.

Ugh!

We're not going
to lose him, Amy.

We're not going to lose you.

He's turning.

Here it is.

This is it.

Go.

Go.
Just-- I believe in you.

Oh!

You can do it.

No, you're right.

Wait a second.

Wait a second.

Let me clean you off.

Go.

Carpe diem.

Hi.

Excuse me.

Hi.

I'm Amy, the-- the poet--

Oh yeah.

---from the other day.

Um--
-I do.

I remember that.
Yeah.

I was just in the
neighbourhood and I thought

I would stop by and say hi.

And--

How did you find
out where I live?

Well, you-- I saw you driving.

Oh.

Did Laner put you up to this?

Did Mark-- is this-- come on.

No.

What do you want?

Um, OK.

I was wondering if maybe
you would be willing to read

some of my poetry.

You're a writer.

Uh, yes.

I am.

Oh.

I-- and I'm really
good, and I just--

Been writing long?

I've been writing my
entire life, to be honest.

That long, huh?

Yeah.

Great.

Great.

Um.

OK.

You're my favourite living
poet, I just want to say.

Thank you.
Thank you.

You'd be my favourite dead
poet too, but obviously

you're not dead yet.

I mean--

No.

Sorry.

Working on that, though.

Um, thank you so much.

I'm going to bring
some of my work by.

I'll just drop it off.

Or I can read it online.

You know, I'm just
going to come drop it by.

It's no problem.

I'll just come drop it by.

Is everything OK?

Are you thinking?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was thinking.

What-- what-- what
were you thinking?

I was thinking you'd be
the type of muse I'd get.

No.

S-- are you serious?

I mean-- I meant that
sarcastically, OK?

Oh.

Don't stand out here when
I close the fucking door.

OK.

Muse?

Ha.

Here you go-- first paycheck.

Social security,
taxes, Medicare.

How am I supposed to
afford rent with this?

I don't know,
but figure it out.

Are you kicking me out?

Yes.

No.

I didn't mean to offend you.

I mean, I'm sorry.

Why?

I can't host with
you there, Amy.

You're kind of a
pain in my ass--

and I don't mean
that in a good way.

Don't you like having me there?

No.

Why?

You talk like-- like--
look how you talk.

AMY: Talk like what?

(MOCKINGLY) Eh
li leh, like that.

Just get a real roommate, OK?

Hi.

No pets, no rap
music, no parties,

and no fireworks or gunplay.

What do you think?

Oh, this? [LAUGH]
It's a shithole.

My parents would be horrified.

We're bohemians.

[DOORBELL] [DOORBELL]
[DOORBELL] [DOORBELL]

Are you completely mad?

Hi!

Like, insane?

It's me, Amy.

I don't know if you remember.

Um, I just moved
in down the street,

actually, so I
thought I would bring

you a little housewarming gift.

[LAUGH]

Um, I hope you like kiwis.

There's a lot of kiwis.

You want to come in, kid?

Thank you.

Here you go.

Yeah.

You can just put
that right down.

Can I get you something
to drink or nosh

on, maybe a Shasta or a Triscuit
or a trinket of some kind?

I'm fine.

So, thank you for that.

Um, I put some of my
poems in the basket.

Great.

That's great.

I'll-- I'll look at
those at some point.

Uh, why on earth would you
want to be a poet, Alice?

It's Amy, actually.

Um, I-- I really
feel a lot, you know?

Even if things are just
happening around me,

I feel like I really
internalise it.

And I want to be
able to speak for all

of the people that
suffer, that feel

the pain that I feel every day.

You know?

Yes.

Why me, Alice?

Why choose me?

Why come to me?

It's Amy.

But you can-- you
can call me whatever.

Um, well, you're unique.

Your-- your work is--
it's real and it's honest.

And it's very partially subtle,
but then very in your face,

you know, loud, and it speaks
for an entire generation.

No.

No, it doesn't.

Yes.

It does.

I don't know what that means.

I'm glad people still like
some of the stuff I did,

you know, back in the day.

I was just going to
throw something out there.

Throw it out there.

See what happens.

Yeah.
Throw it on the trash heap.

See what sticks.

Well, OK.

I would love to be your protege.

My what?

Your protege.

My protege?

I haven't heard that sober with
my pants on for a long time.

That's OK.

What would that entail?

I'm an excellent speller.

I could proofread for you.

Oh, I've got a spell check.

Oh, of course.

I always imagined
you had a typewriter.

[LAUGH]

What about readings?

I could do readings
for you in your place

when you're feeling
sick or, you know,

you're hungover or something
and you don't want to go.

I feel kind of-- I feel
kind of sick right now.

Um, you want to try that?

Give me-- read something.

It's Strindberg-- some
passages from Strindberg

I thought were kind of cool.

--[CLEARS THROAT]
There are discords

in this life which can--

Whoa, not-- not--
not in that voice.

Try, just-- can you do it in
your own voice, with out the--

Sure.

What kind of voice was that?

That was my speaking out
loud, reading out loud voice.

Yeah.

Don't-- don't--
don't use that one,

because it doesn't sound
like-- it doesn't sound like--

it doesn't sound like you.

How do you feel about
failure as a concept?

Because, you know, all the best
people are failures these days.

I've failed many times.

That's good.

Continue to fail.

Beckett said, "if you want to
make art, you have to fail."

And so the artists'
job is to fail better.

Fail better.

Yeah.

You should make t-shirts.

This has been really good.

I was-- I'm-- I'm so
happy that you came by.

OK.

What about if I, um-- what
about if I organised for you?

You could euthanise me.

Um.

I could clean.

I could come over
whenever you need me

to and just clean, like a maid.

Yeah?

Chop, chop.

Amy Amy!

Hey!

Guess what?

I got published in
Anarchists Quarterly.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I'm so excited.

It's like the first time
I ever sent anything in.

Awesome.

I know.
It's like, not a big deal.

It's just like some stuff that
I wrote down about the strike

and stuff, but they're going
to give it like the front page,

it says.

I'm so happy for you.

Thanks.

I'm going to go frame it.

I think they might have
spelled your name wrong.

Just double-check that.

[SCREAM]

CANDACE: Amy?

Are you, uh, working
on a new book?

Uh, excuse me?

Is that part of your new book?

Oh, yeah.

Um, just a, uh, just a little
shitty little anthology

I'm putting together.

You know.

I don't want to, but
gotta pay the bills.

What kind of stuff are
you putting in there?

Uh, mostly unknowns.

Really?

I'm going to go out
and, uh, come back.

So carry on.

OK.

The fright oblivion deep night
spring kills with its might.

Might I delight.

Question mark or
exclamation point?

Sorry, ma'am.

Um.

Thanks.

Bye.

What are you doing?

Why are you not
paying attention?

I am paying attention.

Amy, what are you doing?

Amy, what are you--
what are you writing?

What's going on?

[LAUGH] Stop it.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

Hey, guess what?

What?

I got a job.

I'm working for Rat Billings.

Are you quitting?

No, no.

I still need to work here.

He doesn't believe in money, so
he's paying me in mentorship.

What are you doing for him
that you're not getting paid?

Um, well, I'm kind
of his protege.

Oh.

A lot of great writers get
their start under the tutelage

of another great writer, you
know like Ford Madox Ford took

James Joyce under his
wing, and Joyce might never

have been discovered otherwise.

Wait.

I just remembered something.

Le Passion.

Call for entries.

We need erotica written by women
about their sexual experiences.

Yeah.

I know it's not Harper's or
the New Yorker or whatever,

but it's writing, right?

It's a publication.

Alex, I'm not going
to peddle porn.

Amy, hey.

You're working in a porn shop.

Um, Alex, the girl on the
cover-- one of her boobs

is bigger than my entire face.

You do kind of
have a small face.

I'm just trying to help.

"Desired, reality
desires itself,

invents a body of lightning,
bends over and looks at itself.

Jaguar waves and skull,
two eyes fixed on two eyes,

idols, always the same eyes."

South Americans are
awesome, aren't they?

Who would like to read
another bit of Octavio Paz?

All right, my assistant,
Adrian, will read.

[CLEARS THROAT] "Dawn,
cold, rapid hands

draw back one by one.

The bandage of dark.

I open my eyes.

Still, I am living at the
centre of a wound still fresh."

Allison.

This guy is still
in a wound so fresh.

I mean, in so much pain
and violence, and--

Yes, yes.

But try not to be quite
so literal with it.

That is quite a
literal response.

Wait.

So is that going
to be on the test?

Yes.

You'll be tested.

You'll be tested every day,
and for the rest of your life.

And, uh, you know what?

You failed.

That's it.

Have you, per
chance, found the time

to check out any of my poems?

I mean, I know
you're-- you're busy.

No.

But I will, so keep
working on them.

Was it hard to get off heroin?

You know, your opiated
blues days when

you were homeless and hustling.

Well, in actuality, the smack
came later, after I wrote it.

So you made all of that up?

Yeah.

You've got to blur
the lines, kid.

You really are a bizarre
little creature, aren't you?

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Richard Simmons.

Why are you getting mail
addressed to Richard Simmons?

Well, I wasn't being mean.

I was being honest.

Oh my god.

Rat is a nom de plume.

More of a nom de guerre,
but don't tell anybody.

I'll skin you alive.

Of course.

They can't take
a little criticism

without going to the dean.

Is that what you're telling me?

[INAUDIBLE].
[INTERPOSING VOICES]

All right.

I'll do whatever you want.

No.

I won't do that, but-- we'll--
we'll talk about it later.

Bye bye.

You're right to be
hard on them, you know?

They need it.

I know.

Generation mundane.

How about a little nugget
of advice before I depart?

Love.

Love until you hate, then learn
to hate you love, then forgive

your hate for loving it.

Wow.

On that note, "do not wait to
strike until the iron is hot,

but make it hot by striking."

That's William Butler Yates.

You're dumb, but
you're not stupid.

God, time is so weird.

Being 22 is so weird.

It's weird.

It's super weird.

It's like this
neverland, you know?

Like we're not quite kids,
we're not quite adults.

[LAUGH] So it's like
we're marginalised

others or something.

You just cured my insomnia.

[COUGHING]

[LAUGH]

It's so cool you have
such diverse friends, Amy.

You have something on your face.

You have something on your face.

ALEX: Yeah.

CANDACE: Come dance with me.

ALEX: [INAUDIBLE].

CANDACE: Come on.

It'll be fun.

Ooh.

Ooh.

OK.

It's floor dancing.

Floor dancing.

Her need for release exploded
in a violent, lustful vengeance

as the stock boy finally took
her to the edge of oblivion.

She lay plundered, fighting
for her next breath.

[KNOCKING]

Hey.

What's up?

Nothing, just writing.

That's cool.

You going to drink
all that by yourself?

Not all of it.

[LAUGH]

Should really put some
posters up-- maybe paint.

I could help you
with that, and stuff.

Hi.

[LAUGH] You're so funny.

You're funny.

A second ago, I
was teaching him how

to do, like, the dance moves?

It's cool.

You should join, seriously.

Uh, I'll pass.

Thanks.

[AWKWARD LAUGH] Yeah.

Sweet.

All right.

Uh, have fun doing what you do.

[CLEARS THROAT]

For your consideration,
here is a taste

of some of the erotic prose
I have been working on.

Sincerely-- sincerely,
Evelyn Renoir.

[SIGH] You whore.

Ugh.

Hey.

Oh my god.

Who's the dead girl on the wall?

Sylvia.

Oh.

How'd she die?

She stuck her head in the oven.

Oh, that's bananas.

Mhm.

Do you ever feel invisible?

No, not really.

Hey.

I know what's wrong with you.

Hey.

I've been wanting to do
this every since I met you.

Whoa.

She's a snow leopard.

I need a drink.

Holy mother of God.

I can understand that.

Sure.

Come on in.

Make it a stiff one,
buster, and make it snappy.

You look lovely tonight.

What are you doing
out here this late?

It's the witching hour.

Maybe I'm a witch.

Ran right into that one.

Ahh.

Why are you dressed
like a hooker?

And so began our
torrid love affair.

Whoops.

Oh my god.

Jesus Christ.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

I want you to deflower me.

I've chosen you, Rat
Billings, to open

the bud of my womanhood.

I only ask that you treat me
as you would treat a poet.

What, do you want me to
slap you around a little bit?

I wanted to be picked
like an exotic flower,

like a-- like a rare breeze.

You actually are a
pretty girl aren't you?

Do it to me.

Do it to me good.

Oh, come on.

Don't use that voice.

Ah.

Do it to me.

Do it to me good.

That's when you're losing
me-- with the do it to me,

do it to me good.

I thought people liked that.

No.

I don't believe anything
you're saying, sweetheart.

Have sex with me.

No.

No to the voice
or no to the sex?

No to both.

What?

Do you think I'm
ugly or something?

No.

No.

I think you're psychotic.

Ugh!

You're just a kid.

I am a woman.

You're a little Snickers bar.

You're little snicks.

I'd like to read you
something I wrote for you.

You're a little snick snack.

You're an asshole.

[CLEARS THROAT]
In squalid ether,

digital surveillance nightmare.

Shattered wings,
catapult the vast vulva

of shattered oblivion.

That's astonishing.

Tell me what you really think
of it-- poet to poet, mentor

to protege.

Tell me the truth.

Do you think I could
be a real poet?

Snicks.

Do you?

Tell me!

[CHOKING]

Ugh.

Snickers?

Snicks.

Well, you're off
to a good start.

Oh.

There's more.

[COUGH] Could I
use the bathroom?

Yeah.

So where'd you go last night?

To an awful, terrible place
I may never recover from.

What happened?

Are you OK?

I messed up.

I'm such a failure.

Whatever it was, I'm
sure it wasn't that bad.

Trust me.

It was bad.

I've done some
really stupid shit.

Last night?

No.

Last night I left
right after you did.

Your friend Candace
is kind of an octopus.

AMY: [LAUGH]

I had to escape her
testicles-- tentacles.

I've been working here too long.

Whatever.

Really, though.

You know, I've done
things I wish I hadn't.

It's part of life.

But if you need
anything, let me know.

Thank you.

That's really nice of you.

You're welcome.

What do you want to bet
that's a bachelorette party?

FEMALE SPEAKER: Hi.

Um, we're only in
here because we're

going to a bachelorette party.

A bachelorette party?

FEMALE SPEAKER: Yeah.

Oh my god.

And I was wondering if you had
like, uh, some kind of package?

I have a package.

-Od.
-I'll be right back.

FEMALE SPEAKER: Thanks.

Oh my god.

Amy?

Amy Anderson?

Oh my god.

Maggie, Hi.

How's it going?

I didn't-- didn't see you.

Amy used to go to
my middle school.

She thought she was going
to be this famous poet.

I'm actually, um-- I'm
still working on that.

What's it like working
in a dirty video store?

I bet you see a lot of freaks.

You know what, Maggie?

You're a freak.

OK.

Rat.

I'm not receiving
any visitors today.

It's life or death!

It's creative life or death!

I am so sorry that
I vomited upon you.

But I need to know the truth.

Truth's subjective, Amy.

Uh--

Oh, cut the bullshit, OK?

I am in physical and
emotional pain right now.

I need to know what you
thought of my poems.

Well, y-- you're in pain?

How mu-- what-- what
kind of pain are you in?

Are you in--

The worst pain
I've ever been in.

Oh, OK.

Well on a scale, where would you
say you are, on a universal--

On the Wong Baker
Facial Grimace Scale?

RAT: This is the death of
a loved one, all right?

It's a 10.

It's worst pain possible.

No.

Well, that's like
Auschwitz, so I mean,

I think it's-- you
would be somewhere--

somewhere in here, I think.

If you go like that,
and then you're

like that, and that's Amy here.

You know, where it's on this
side of it, maybe in Cleveland.

Tell me.

I read your poems.

And?

Credit to your tenacity.

What is this?

It's a map.

Russia and Mongolia.

Just-- I want you to go there
one day and write something.

Anyway, I-- I-- I found
exceedingly special.

I found them uniquely you.

I found them most like you.

You really think so?

Yeah.

Yeah.

In fact, I'm-- I'm putting
together a little anthology,

a little shitty little
shit-filled shit-stained

anthology of, uh, of new work.

And?

And it's not anything major,
but if you want, I can include

one of your shitty little--

Oh my god.

Yes!

Yes!

Oh my god.

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!

All right.

All right.

All right.

Yes!

Yes!

This is the best day ever!

This is the best day ever!

Oh my god.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you.

Thank you.

[HUMMING] All right.

I'm going to go.

Thank you!

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

MALE SPEAKER: Come on, darling.

Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight.

You asshole!

Hi.

Hey.

What's up?

Did you just see
what just happened?

What?

That asshole just
stole a bunch of shit.

You didn't even notice.

Uh, sorry.

I'm was rearranging
some DVDs and stuff--

You know, you're
luck to have this job,

and any other place would
have fired you by now.

And you get to do
anything you want here,

and we don't say shit.

And you just-- you
just take advantage.

It's bullshit.

Like--

OK.

I'm sorry.

But, it's not like
this is a career.

It's a stupid job
in a stupid place.

This place is how Stan and
Maryann make their living.

It's how I make my living!

And it really pisses
me off that you think

that you're better than that!

What are you trying to say?

I'm saying go find
yourself another stupid job.

Fine.

You know, I'm up for a lot of
awards right now and accolades,

and I don't need a job
that's for losers, OK?

Especially not in
this-- this porn hole!

RAT: [INAUDIBLE].

Yeah?

Is the napkins that
I had over there

that I moved over
here that I was

working on-- the white ones?

I don't know about those.

What do you mean you
don't know about them?

They were-- they were here
and then you cleaned up,

and then-- and then
things got unorganised.

The st-- the manuscripts
on the napkins that

were with the coasters that
you moved over from over there

when I told you you don't
have to clean, don't clean,

don't clean.

And you did anyway.

I can't find them.

Oh, napkins, napkins.

There's napkins there.

I know.

I'm not looking for these.

I'm looking for these.

This has got this.

Where are they?

I told you not to clean up.

Did you put them back over here?

I'm going to be
very upset with you.

Here they are.

I found them.

I must have accidentally
put them in my purse.

I don't know why.

I'm sorry.

Um, here you go.

What were they
doing in your bag?

OK.

Are you going to be mad?

I'm already mad.

I thought that it was trash,
like doodles or something.

Do I look like
a doodler to you?

[SIGH] Not now you don't.

OK, so that's bullshit.

I thought it would be
cool to have something

of yours for when you die.

I'm not going to die, ever.

You idiot.

I really wouldn't
have taken them if I

thought they were important.

All right.

Look.

You can have that one.

Thank you.

This is really good.

This one's-- you
should keep this one.

This one's really good.

You were young when
you became famous-- you

and Rimbaud are both so
talented, and younger than I

am now.

Fame's your generation's
black plague, kid.

That's really good.

Who said that?

I did, just now-- me.

I said that to you.

AMY: Alex hates me.

Men are really delicate.

They get their
feelings hurt easy.

Oy.

Here.

I want my job back.

You like Alex.

What? [LAUGH] That's absurd.

If you are like, what's
tomorrow going to be like,

and what will
people think of me,

you're going to be blind to
what's right in front of you.

"Forever is comprised of nows."

That's Emily Dickinson, bitch.

Get my fat toe.

Hey.

Alex.

Are you here to rent a movie?

No.

Then you'll have to
excuse me, because I have

very patient customer waiting.

Do you want a three
or a five-day rental?

What do the green dots mean?

Uh--

It means new release.

Alex, I'm sorry.

I am not too good to work
here, and I didn't mean any

of those things that I said.

Do you have the
antimicrobial anal beads?

Sorry, buddy.

We're all sold out.

There should be more
coming on Monday, though.

Ugh.

I'm not better than
this, and I don't think

working here is for losers.

I want my job back.

Why?

So I can find out
who puts the dots on.

[LAUGH]

Do you have any of
those leather masks

that are flame retardant?

What the fuck is with th-- no.

We don't.

I'm sorry.

She took the last one.

They're awesome.

I'm going to let
you deal with that,

because that's your punishment.

Thanks.

What's your name?

Max.

OK, Max.

Max, Max.

Cougar Den.

Dorm girls.

That's-- this is the
wrong Max, isn't it?

Mhm.

Hey.

I brought you some turtlenecks.

Thanks, Mum.

You're welcome.

They're all cotton.

Dad says hi.

Does he hate me?

Mhm.

We both do.

No.

He doesn't hate you.

We love you.

But we're a little
worried about you.

What?

I'm fine.

I have a good job now.

I mean, things-- things
are really looking up.

But are you happy?

Mother?

Hmm?

An artist's life-- it
really is a life of solitude.

[CLEARS THROAT]

That is, um, bullshit.

It's almost your birthday.

Let's just plan a party, OK?

You haven't had a birthday
party for a while.

Dad wants to see you.

I want to meet your friends.

I always used to
meet your friends.

I'll make you a cake.

What kind of cake do you want?

Cheese.

I can do that-- cheesecake.

Anything else?

Sprinkles.

Good.

That's-- now we're talking.

Rainbow, not chocolate.

It's goign to be fun.

You're very skinny.

I'll make you two cakes.

Woo!

Yeah!

Way to go!

Happy birthday!

Hello.

Hi.

RAT: Hi.

I'm so happy you came.

RAT: Oh, we just thought
we would stop by.

I'm sorry we didn't
wait for cake.

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Hi.

This is my friend Yumi.

She's a theoretical linguist.

This is Amy, the girl that
I told you about. [LAUGH]

OK.

Um, do you want some--
some cake or something?

Uh--

Sure.

Drinks?

We--
Yeah.

Hi.

This is my family.

Um, this is Rat.

You must be Mrs. Anderson.

How are you?

No.

I am Mrs. Anderson.

RAT: I know.

Todd Anderson.

RAT: Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
RAT: Nice to see you.

Hi.

What's your name?

Rubia.

I'm sorry?

Rubia.

Rubia.

Hi.

-Alex.
-Alex.

Would you like
something to drink?

Yeah, do you have
any, um-- um, wine?

SHERYL: Yes.

TODD: Sure do.

Because I think
Yumi likes wine.

Red is fine.

SHERYL: OK.

And I'll have, um--
do you have coffee?

We have coffee.

SHERYL: And red
wine for the Yuni.

And can you bring
the cake cutter?

TODD: You need a cake cutter.

So, a cake cutter, and--

SHERYL: Yes.

That was really amazing
what you did for Amy.

I haven't done anything to Amy.

Well, no, but, I mean, you
see how talented she is.

That's amazing.

For a girl like her, there's
nothing she wants more.

She's a good kid.

She's just, as my father used
to say, free of all knowledge.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Somebody knows
what they're doing.

This is for you.

I don't want you to open
in front of everybody,

because then they're
like, oh, it's from Alex.

And what is it, and, you know.

AMY: Stop.

That's weird.

"Letters to a Young Poet."

Yeah.

I know you've probably read
that like a thousand times,

but-- no, I haven't.

I haven't read this one.

Sweet.

Score.

Amy, happy birthday.

I thought of you
when I saw this.

No.

Shh.

No.

You're not gonna read that.

No.

I'm a dork.

It's embarrassing.

Thank you.

I love it.
-You're welcome.

Seriously.

It's a really good present.

What-- where's Rat?

Oh, he had to leave, honey.

Seriously?

Yeah.

But he left you a present.

Here it is.

Rat.

It's a galley of the
book that I'm in.

SHERYL: [GASP] Oh my gosh.

Open it.

Open it!

I can't do it.

Oh, man.

Here.

I got nails.

Careful with the paper, please.

Let me see.

"Shit Poetry-- an
Anthology of Bad

Verse edited by Rat Billings."

What?

What is this?

My poem.

"Hilariously awful,"
Joan Diddian.

"So bad it's good," Zadie Smith.

"So terrible I laughed and then
I cried," Jonathan Franzen.

Oh my god, Jonathan Franzen.

SHERYL: Amy.

Amy.

Amy.

Amy, come on.

Amy, stop.

Amy.

TODD: Come on, honey.

It's your birthday.

Amy, it's really not that bad!

Honey.

[SCREAM]

You miserable son of a bitch!

Where are you?

Problem?

"Shit Poetry-- an
Anthology of Bad Verse"?

It's just a silly little
book for the Urban Outfitters.

You know, hipsters
are going to love it.

They're going to be reading
my poetry while taking a shit!

But you said you wanted to
be published, didn't you?

Not in a book that
people are going to read

while they're on the toilet!

Well, how do you think I feel?

It's probably going to outsell
everything I've ever written.

Ugh!

Who anointed you the arbiter
of poetic quality anyways, huh?

It's not quality.

It's poetry that's so bad
it-- it goes around the world

and it's kind of good.

The Rat Billings that
I admired-- he is dead.

You're a big, fat phony.

And you know what?

You're old!

You're an old, phony man.

That's what you are!

It's all phony, of
all washed-up phony.

Why?

I want to know why
you would do to me.

Why?

Why?

Why?

You-- my-- my life!

Because somebody needs to tell
you the goddamn truth, Amy.

I thought truth was subjective.

No.

It's not subjective.

Not everybody can grow to
be Beyonce or the President.

Not everybody's talented, OK?

And fame doesn't mean shit.

Ah!

Amy, if everything was
great, nothing would be great.

Nothing would be special.

I am special!

I got straight As!

I scored in the 97th
percentile on my SATs.

Thank you very much!

Well, the SATs don't mean shit.

That's like believing
in Scientology.

Ugh!

Easy.

Easy.

Are you all right?

She's a monster.

Get her out of here.

Come on.

All I wanted was your advice.

You're a phony, Richard Simmons!

Don't take my--
don't take my napkins!

ALEX: Get the fuck out of here!

Don't take those napkins!

Don't take my napkins!

AMY: Will you just pull over?

You shouldn't care
what anybody thinks.

It doesn't matter.

Sadie Smith thinks I'm an idea.

No she doesn't.

And Rat probably hates himself.

I can't face anyone.

I don't want to go back
to my parents' house.

I just don't want to see anyone.

You wanna go to my place?

[SNIFF] Yeah.

Just, uh, just make
yourself at home.

You want some water?

OK.

Did you do these?

Yeah.

Hey, don't look at that.

No, no.

Hey.

Hey.

That's not finished.

I don't know what
that is, actually.

This one is so beautiful.

Thank you.

Have you shown these?

No.

Why not?

You could be famous.

Well, it's not really
about that for me.

It's more kind of just something
that I like to do on my own,

you know?

Don't you have
anything that you just

wrote for yourself, that you
didn't want to show anybody?

No, not really.

Hmm.

I should go.

Um, you want me to drive you?

That's OK.

OK.

Andrea, let me call you back.

I got a problem here.

What?

Relax.

I'm not going to do anything.

Are you sure?

I promise.

What do you want?

I read some of your work.

It's, uh-- it's
beautiful, some of it.

It's heartbreaking.

It's too bad you're
such a colossal asshole.

Oh, thank you for saving
me a lot of time and agony,

but you didn't have to be so
terrible just because I suck.

You don't suck, Amy.

You don't anything yet.

That's the point.

You might be a great writer
someday-- I don't know.

You haven't even lived yet.

Go to gaol, you know?

Become a nun.

Right now you're just a
suckling little piglet.

Just go out and live your
life and get your heart broken

and get out of mine,
please, for a little while.

OK, Rat.

OK.

Bye.

I'm not done .

You've got to stop taking
yourself so seriously.

The world is full of
innocuous mundanity,

and people are
literal and stupid.

But you're a fighter, you know?

A rebel.

Did you rehearse that one?

Maybe.

Yeah.

It doesn't quite
work yet, does it?

You know what?

There may not really
be a place for poetry

left in the world, Amy.

The literal may have
triumphed and conquered all.

But we-- we press on, right?

We press on.

Now-- now give it
to me and-- Woo.

[WHISTLING] Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You give it to me good, man.

Give it to me good.

You know what I mean?

Because, like, this is it.

This is the moment.

Rat.

Stop taking yourself
so seriously.

I want to tell you
something right now.

The culture around
us is disintegrating.

But you are not a part of that.

You stand against the tide,
and this is no small thing.

You will always be a hyena, Amy.

Arthur Rimbaud.

Ahh.

You're a thief--
regal and ragged.

Ah. [LAUGH] No, stop.

You're going to rip it.

I win.

Do you need help?

Yeah.

[LAUGH]

What?

You have paint on your face.

Hang on.

I do?

[LAUGH]

Oh god.

No.

Hey.

Hey. [INAUDIBLE].

What?

Oh, that's really embarrassing.

There's a few of them here.

That's really embarrassing.

Come on.

No.

I like them.

They're cool.

I like that one.

I was worried you would
think that was creepy.

It's not creepy.

It's cool.

I like them.

Are you going to
take off your clothes?

What is this?

I'm wearing two shirts. [LAUGH]

Being with him was as
perfect as a sonnet.

--[LAUGH] Did I just
say that out loud?

Yeah.

Do another line.

I like it.

[PHONE RINGING]

Don't get it.

Why are you getting it.

Whoa.

[LAUGH]

Hello?

This is she.

Really?

Oh my god.

I can't believe that.

Um, really?

OK.

Yeah, just-- just, um, I
guess send over the contract.

OK.

Yeah.

That-- that sounds
great, actually.

Cool.

OK, thank you.

Bye.

ALEX: What is that?

Is everything OK?

You're never going
to believe this.

I'm getting published.

What?

I know.

It's going to be on the website
later today and in the magazine

next month.
-Oh.

That's amazing.

And I got $500.

Score.

What magazine?

I'm numb.

I want to read it.

What magazine is this?

Le Passion.

[LAUGH]

What?

You submitted?

Yeah.

Oh my god.

That's amazing.

And you're going to
be published again.

Yeah.

Yeah.

This time it's good.

This is good.

This is very good.

This is good.

Yeah.

We should celebrate.

What is this place?

It's just a place.

You're so cryptic.

Hey, Alex.

What's up?

Hey.

You got that?

Yeah.

Hi.

Hi.

[LAUGH]

Whoa!

Hi.

[INAUDIBLE].

This is new.

It's pretty nice.

Alex, you should
really show your work.

Yeah, I don't know.

I'll probably just end up
working at a porn store

the rest of my life.

Really?

Me too.

You should really keep
writing though, because you

kind of suck at your day job.

As long as I'm not boring.

You're not boring.

You're a weirdo.

You are not normal.

[LAUGH] And it's inspiring.

It's cool.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Bend-- bend the other leg, too.

Bend--

Both legs [INAUDIBLE].

Well, you can't
get [INAUDIBLE].

Yeah.

Do you like that look?

Oh, god.

That's sexy.

FEMALE SPEAKER: She [INAUDIBLE].

I'll get somebody
to go with her.

[CHEERING]

[INAUDIBLE].

Hello.

Thank you.

It's over.

Go home.