Original subtitles

And here sits Rachel,

writing the next great American

novel, while all the rest of us

little people work.

-Hey, this ticket whore's

major responsibilites are over

until intermission.

Leave it to Cassie the

trash maid to do all the

real work.

-All right. I get it.

No more guilt trip.

What do you need me to do?

Time to freshen up the

bathroom before the intermission

rush.

-Oh, sorry. I uh . . .

I gotta take care of the popcorn

here.

Live dangerously!

The shitter awaits!

You're Insane.

Let me tell you what's

insane.

You still being at this

part-time job when you have a

college education.

Well, find me a job that

requires a creative writing

degree and I'll turn in my

two weeks notice.

-But seriously, Rachel.

Maybe you should move back home

and try to get a job there.

-Oh, no way.

That would be like admitting

that I'm a complete loser and

that I'm not able to make it

on my own.

-Everybody needs a little help

sometimes.

I don't see any shame in that.

Yeah.

I at least want to say that I

gave it a shot though.

You know?

-Yeah. I guess.

Speaking of giving things a

shot---

Did you ever go out with

Tyler?

-Huh! No.

-And why the Hell not?

That boy is completely crazy

over you.

-Well, to be perfectly honest,

he's too...

normal.

-What the fuck do you want

him to be?

A lunatic with a 10 foot dick

that sets himself on fire and

does cartwheels?

Would THAT be abnormal enough

to tickle your fancy?

-No!

But...

Well, he's kind of like this

job.

Like my whole life, really.

It's boring.

No excitement.

Just...

painfully normal.

Well, if I see any

escaped mental patients,

I'll tell them to text you.

-Oh, you know what I mean,

Cassie.

I just...I want to meet someone

who's a little more than

average.

Someone who's...

interesting enough to wake me up

out of this funk I'm rolling

around in right now.

-I know what'll wake you up.

It's about eight inches long,

attached to a man,

and...

...when it gets excited.

-Oh my God.

-Shit, girl. You need laid in

a MAJOR way.

-Uh huh.

OK. Well,

Contrary to your belief,

sex actually does not fix

everything.

-Well, it's better therapy than

sitting around writing sappy

poetry in that little notebook

of yours all the time.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

-Hey!

-Oh my God.

I'm sorry. I don't mean

to scare you. Just...

You ok?

-Yeah.

I haven't parallel parked since

I was 16, so I'm a little

unsure of myself.

-Well, uh...

Would it help if I moved my

van back a little bit?

-Oh. I doubt it.

I'd probably still hit the

curb even if my car was

the only one on the block.

-Come on. You're not that bad.

-Mm.

You have no idea.

I do, in fact, suck that bad.

-All right.

OK. Uh.

Well, lucky for you I happen

to be an expert at parallel

parking.

I'll park your car for you.

I'm happy to.

You know. If you want.

-Um.

I don't know. Uh.

Hey, if I can park that

monster,

I can park anything.

-OK.

Just um...

don't pull a grand theft auto

on me, OK?

-You can trust me.

-Thank you.

-No problem.

Hey, what are you doin' tonight?

My band's playing down the

street.

You should come check us out.

I can't.

I'm meeting a friend for dinner.

-OK. Well.

Some other time, then.

-Yeah.

-Hey, wait a second.

Hey.

Um.

This is my number.

My name is Vince.

Call me sometime.

Really wanna see you at one of

my shows.

Rachel!

-That's my friend.

My name's Rachel,

by the way.

-Really glad you suck at

parallel parking.

-So?

Who was that?

And he didn't even have to

set himself on fire.

Amazing.

Come on, Miss Abnormal.

Let's go eat.

[MUSIC -

RANSOM WEAVER / RICK GRAYSON,

NEVER COMING BACK"]

Heaven's on her

own now.

Halo set on

ground.

Decisions from

her own.

And I am free.

And I can take

the day.

And you're not

coming back.

And you're never

coming back.

Heaven's song grows

older now.

The flowers bloom

dead sound.

Allegiance is not

here now.

Heaven save her

song.

And I will turn

away.

And I can't change

the day.

I've seen the sun

shining.

And I'm not

caving.

And Heaven's

overrated.

And we're never

coming back.

I can't see

beyond the cryptic sensation

of the uniform blackness that

that veils the guise of

the beast.

A mire of lies and hate.

We sink into decomposition.

If you were a corpse,

you'd be stinking and rotten.

-We'll have to start buying

this by the gallon.

Your

Black Tooth Grin, Sir.

Glass of whiskey with a splash

of cola.

-That the last of the liquor?

-Yep.

That's it.

We still have some beer

though.

-Well, go get us a couple.

I'm in the middle of

somethin' here.

-OK.

-You drank my drink!

-Well, you left it here by

itself.

It got lonely.

That's called alcohol abuse,

you know?

-Uh huh.

Well...

you are just lucky that I

love you,

or else we might have

a problem.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

-Oh!

-Would you watch the guitar?

-Sorry.

-Jesus.

-Oh Jeez, darlin'

Don't do that.

Come here.

Hm?

-Is that part of a new song?

-Yeah.

You like it?

-Do you have a name for it?

-Not yet.

But...

I was kinda hoping my muse

would help me out with

the lyrics.

-I can try.

-You know you inspire me

every day, right?

This band...

without you, we wouldn't be

half as successful as we are.

-I, I don't know about that.

-Babe...

almost all my songs are

about you.

And...

you know, not to mention you're

the brains behind the whole

operation.

-Hey.

You've got the education.

People take you seriously.

You've...

gotten us gigs we never

could have gotten on

our own.

-Yeah, cause the club owners

like to flirt with me.

-That's not just it.

Hey!

It's not just that.

You're smart.

People know you get shit done.

You know...

we're like royalty on the

scene now.

-Seriously.

We walk into a room,

everybody turns to look.

-Well, I don't think it's

quite like that.

I think you got it twisted.

-The you just haven't been

paying attention.

Because

together,

we can have

anything

we want.

I got us some party favors.

Vitamin A, baby.

-Is that...

acid?

-Here.

You put in on your tongue.

-Doesn't that shit make

your brain bleed?

-You're gonna be fine.

I'm gonna be right here

with you.

-I don't know.

-If it was so dangerous,

would I have just done

two hits?

Still alive.

You're gonna be fine.

I promise.

-Will this make me crazy?

-It'll just make everything

in the world

seem more beautiful.

Now you just hold it

on your tongue,

and let it dissolve.

And in about 30 minutes time,

the whole world

will feel more alive.

-Hey. Where are you going?

I, I thought we were gonna

do this together?

I'm gonna take a shower.

Because when that shit kicks

into high gear,

that water's going to feel

fuckin' amazing.

-I wanna come with you.

-You stay right here.

-But...

Just have another drink,

and I'll be right back.

-It looks like a mugshot.

Photo shoot time.

Whoa.

-You see?

Everything's more beautiful now,

because your mind's open.

[MUSIC - ONLY FLESH,

"I FEEL NOTHING"]

-Hey.

-What?

Just gettin' you ready for

your closeup.

-Well, one little slip,

and I'd look like I'm

having a torrid affair

with Freddy Krueger.

-So?

So,

I'll finish undressing,

and you

can go find some interesting

props.

-Naughty girl.

[MUSIC - ONLY FLESH,

"I FEEL NOTHING"]

I

feel nothing.

I

feel nothing

for you.

For you.

For you.

For you.

For you.

For you.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

For you.

For you.

[MUSIC - ZEROKING,

"LOOKS LIKE HELL"]

If I...

If I look like Hell

it's cause I just got back.

The school of hard knocks

just let me down.

Three, two one, I got a

payback comin' when I...

sick of being treated like a

sideshow hack.

I'm on the trenches on the

ground with the jaws of life.

Devil's gotten in,

Summon my front lines.

I'll never sell my soul.

Feeling inside that says

Hell no, hell no!

I'll never sell my soul.

Hey, Rachel!

-Hey!

-What's goin' on?

-Hi, Stan. I, I,

can't really talk right now.

We've got a speaker that's

blown.

-Oh, why don't you just

stay here for a while?

You can show me some of

your moves.

-Huh. Yeah. i don't think so.

I gotta talk to Vince about

the speaker.

See ya later.

-Well, if you can't find your

man Vince, I'll be

waiting here...

with my beer.

I'm on the trenches

on the ground with the

jaws of life.

Devil's gotten in.

Summon our front lines.

-Hey.

One of our fifteens is blown.

-Well, no shit, Sherlock.

Tell me something I don't know.

-Well, why'd you send me up

there if you already knew that?

-Because I don't need my

know-it-all bitch of a

girlfriend bothering me

while I'm trying to find the

solution to the sound problem

we got here.

I have a reputation to think

about.

If that sounds like shit,

word gets out.

Word gets out,

we don't run sound anymore.

We don't run sound anymore,

we can't make payments on

the gear.

-You mean I can't make

payments on the gear.

It's not like it's your credit

on the line.

-You know what? It's that.

Right there.

That attitude's why I don't

want you around me right now.

Why are you always busting my

balls at my shows?

Don't fuck this up for me,

Rachel!

-I'm not f--

-Would you get outta here?

Just go do something productive!

Go count money or something!

Just--

Hey, hey.

I love you, babe.

Hey, JD.

How are we doing with money?

-Not that great.

-What do you mean,

"not that great"?

There's plenty of people

in here.

-Look, bitch. I don't know what

to tell you.

Half these people claim they are

with the band, fucking the band,

or related to the bartender

or some shit.

So they got in free.

You should have wrote up a

guest list. This never woulda

happened.

-I emailed you a guest list

last week!

-Do I really look the type of

fucking guy who checks his

email every day?

Hell, I only have a computer

to look at porn.

-OK. Whatever. Just---

how much do we have?

-Well, after we pay you and

Vince for running sound,

we'll have about 50 bucks

left to pay the band.

-50 bucks?

-Yeah.

-All right, JD.

Let me tell ya something.

It was not my idea to have

you run the door tonight

because I know you're a

fucking prick and you're

probably skimming money off

the top.

So I'm gonna ask you again.

We can only pay the band

50 bucks?

-50 dollars. How many times I

gotta fuckin' say it?

-That's not even enough for

their gas money, and you

know it!

-Well, that's your problem,

not mine!

-You know what? Just--

Just give me the money. OK?

Just give it to me.

And you know what?

I'm gonna keep this as payment

for having to listen to all

your bitching today.

-Oh, fuck you!

-Fucking bitch.

-Taking another one for

the team.

God damn it, Vince.

Why do all your friends have

to be frickin' lying assholes?

I'm not made of money.

-Hey!

The fuck are you doing?

-Taking care of the money

like you asked me to.

-Don't get smart with me!

where's the band's money?

Where is it?

-That's all of it.

-This is the band's money.

Where's ours for running sound?

-Vince, how are we gonna get

paid if we didn't even collect

enough money for the band?

-So we're getting stiffed again?

Come on.

Get over there!

-You can't do one fuckin' thing

right, can you?

-JD was pocketing money!

-And now you're going to

blame your fuck ups on

on my best friend?

-You little cunt bitch!

Shut the fuck up.

Come to the

surface.

Lie in the bathroom awaiting

a savior.

Blood from the mind caresses

the cabinet.

Substantially dripping,

my brain licks the cement.

If I were a corpse,

I'd be grinning and toothless.

Hello?

Rachel?

It's Cassie.

Seriously. Did you , like, fall

off the face of the Earth

or something?

I haven't heard from you since

you quit the theater.

I miss you.

Call me back, beyotch.

For real.

Or, I'm comin' over.

Rachel,

it's Jill.

Your mother keeps calling me

over and over again.

She's really worried about you.

You haven't spoken to your

family in months.

You know you can tell me

anything.

I mean, I've been your best

friend since the 7th grade.

God, please just call

somebody. Anybody.

Hey darlin'.

I'll be over around six.

Can't wait to see you.

OK. I

don't who who the Hell you

think you are, but I found this

number on Vince's cell phone

and I thought you'd like to know

that he's my husband.

OK?

And he lives with me

and our two children!

How does that make you feel,

you fuckin' homewrecker?

If I find out who you are,

you're dead, bitch!

You better watch your back!

Hey, yo.

This is Vince.

I'll get back to you.

Just don't waste my time.

-Hey.

Call me back.

Hey, yo.

This is Vince.

I'll get back to you.

Just don't waste my time.

-Huh! What? You've turned

your phone off to ignore me now?

Is that how much I mean to you?

-I just want to be loved.

Is that so wrong?

I guess it is.

I just want it to stop!

I just want it to stop!

Ah, for fuck's sake.

-What are you doin'?

Hey.

Hey. Hey. Hey, hey hey!

I'm askin' you a question.

-Your wife called.

-Yeah? And?

-You know I can do whatever

I want.

And you'll still be right here,

you dumb, drunk bitch.

You really think I'm alone

when I"m not here, huh?

-Well...I thought...

-You thought wrong!

So what are you gonna

do about it, huh?

You gonna cut yourself some more

like a little emo bitch?

Huh?

-You are really fucked up.

Get your ass up!

Get up! Get up!

If you call me,

and I don't answer,

don't keep calling me!

You got me in some real

serious shit with the wifey.

-I'm the other woman.

-Oh yeah.

Well, you're one of 'em.

But you're my favorite.

Oh!

-Happy Valentine's day, bitch!

-Is it death?

-No.

I am, and will always be,

your life.

Upon my

shoulders, supremacy reigns.

Nothing but illumination,

blinded by the pain.

nothing but the messenger,

I bring the domination.

Sacrifice your soul,

I deliver your suffocation.

Cower beneath me,

completely frozen.

The burdens you bear,

you have chosen.

Thriving on your enslavement

to me.

I would murder my bretheren,

to taste your...

VINCE AND RACHEL:

misery.

This can't

be life.

It must be death.

Is it merely a dream?

Can't be serious.

I am not

dangerous.

Lust is fueled by every scream.

You'll

be gone without a trace.

I will

never be erased.

When I

advance,

will you recant?

You are mine,

Forevermore.

Rachel!

Oh my God!

Rachel!

Rachel! Are you OK?

Rachel?

Wake up!

Come here!

The

spindle of insanity dispenses

blasphemy.

Against all that's true,

the spinster conspires.

Forceps of razors peel back

my tattered soul.

I wonder if Lucifer's mother

is proud of her son?

If he were a corpse,

he'd be broken,

and reborn.

-Hey, Jill!

Hey.

-How's it goin'?

-Good.

-Well, thank you for talking me

into coming out today.

-Of course. You know,

you really need to start

living your life again.

Getting a new house,

and going out with me today,

Rachel, this is a

really good start.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Still trying to get used to

being back home and,

you know,

being alone.

It's OK.

I'm ready to move on.

-I'm glad.

-Hey, speaking of living

life again, I wanted to

ask you about something.

-OK. Ask me.

-Well, I was thinking about

you know, getting out

and, and doing things again.

Well,

one of the things that I used

to really enjoy was going out

to shows...

Uh uh. No. No.

No way.

That is how you got mixed up

into that whole situation to

begin with!

Well...

Well, going out isn't what

hurt me.

It was that asshole who did.

Rachel!

All of that band shit

destroyed you!

Do you really wanna get

caught up in that

stupid world of drama

and trouble?

-I'm not gonna get

involved again.

OK? I'm just gonna

go out and and watch

the bands and have

a good time.

Just as a spectator this time.

-Revisiting activities from your

former life isn't going to

help you get past it.

-I really hoped you'd

support me on this.

I'm really trying here.

OK?

I do support you.

I always have.

-Well, theres this show tonight

downtown and I think

that I'm gonna go.

-By yourself?

-No.

That's why I'm bringing this

up to you.

I wanted you to come

with me.

Jill, you've helped me come

back from this so much.

I don't think I could have

made it through Cassie's funeral

without you.

You've been there for me,

even when I haven't been

there for you and I know that.

I mean, I even missed the birth

of your child, for God's sake.

That wasn't your fault.

Vince kept you from everyone.

Did the cops ever catch him?

-No.

I have to do this.

Cassie wouldn't have wanted

me to just sit around alone

all the time.

I can just hear her voice

in my head cussing me out.

I miss her.

I really need you for this one.

Please.

-Fine.

I'll go.

But I'm--

I'm still not OK with this.

You know,

I really do care about you,

Rachel.

I just--

I gotta find a sitter for Chloe,

and I promise I'll be there.

-Thank you.

You know what, though?

You can't go to a concert

dressed like that.

Let me tell you!

-What do you mean? don't they

wear button up tops at concerts?

-No!

What century are you living in?

-Hey! Where are you?

Hey.

Rachel, I'm-- I'm sorry.

My baby started running

a fever, and I had to

take her to the Emergency room.

-Oh, is she OK?

JILL Yeah.

Yeah, she's fine.

They gave her some antibiotics.

-OK. That's good.

Look.

There's no way I can make

it out to you tonight.

I'll make it up to you.

I promise.

-It's OK.

I definitely understand.

But hey, uh...

I think they're gonna start

soon, so I'm gonna get off

here and go in, OK?

Rachel,

I really think you should just

go home.

We'll go out again some

other time.

Together.

-I'm already here.

So, uh--

Look. I'll be fine.

All right. Oh, they're

starting now. I'm gonna go.

Bye!

[MUSIC - SPIRAL FRACTURE,

"SAGITTARIUS A STAR"]

You shine bright

from afar.

Glistening like a star.

But there are secrets untold.

And dangers left to unfold.

Captivating.

Never changing.

-Hey!

-Thank you.

Bye.

Ugh!

Dude. Look at this girl.

She's so gone.

Uh,

Hey.

Fuck!

What?

-Do you need a ride?

-No.

I'm-- I'm fine. Thank you.

-Yeah, you don't look fine.

-Uh.

My car is just down--

Fuck!

It's just down the street,

and around the corner,

so I'm fine. Thank you.

Look, why don't

you just get in the car,

and we'll give you a ride

to your car.

Look. He doesn't bite!

-OK

OK.

Hop in.

Here comes

Buddy.

What? Dude.

shut up. I'm--

Um.

I'm Buddy.

This tub of love here is Carl.

-Hey.

-Hi!

-You know, we are headed

to an after party. If you'd

rather not go home yet.

-Mmm. That could be

fun.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Could be fun.

-Yeah, let's do it!

Yeah?

Yeah!

All right, cool!

Yeah!

Let's do it!

Coast is not clear!

Oh, all right. Thanks.

Thanks, man.

Carl: Send off.

Clear now.

Here we go.

All right. Awesome!

Yeah, this will be sweet.

This will be super sweet.

OK. Yeah. Awesome.

All right.

All I'm sayin' is the

truck would've handled

way better.

If you're really cool you

can do this. Oh, shit!

That was supposed to look

a lot cooler.

Carl, maybe help her out

across the ice?

I won't have a ride home!

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

You got it?

All right.

Yes. I'm--

I'm doin' great.

OK. Watch out for the--

Yeah, that's--

There we go. Sorry.

OK. There we go.

Here we go. Up.Here we go.

Up 11 steps.

Let's get in this place.

Jesus.

All right. Well, whose

house is this?

-Uh, it belongs to a friend.

And he throws the best parties.

-Cool. And do they have alcohol?

-Of course.

Among other things.

-OK. Let's go in then.

All right. Oh. She's

leading the way.

-Hey man.

Let me have this one, OK?

I never get girls like this.

Carl.

It's every man for himself.

-What? So now you wanna compete

with me?

-For her?

Absolutely.

You guys coming?

-Yeah, right behind you.

OK.

-Go on, Carl.

-Dick.

Quit being stupid.

Let's go.

Hey!

Hey!

-All right. So, Buddy's going to

insist--

-That we play this really stupid

game.

Oh, what game is it?

But you gotta pay

attention or you're not gonna

get it.

What game is it?

It's called Kings. It's--

Buckle up, OK?

OK.

I'll help you out.

I'll try my best.

-Yes.

Rachel. You ever play Kings?

-No. What is it?

-All right. Watch and learn.

-OK.

-Cards. OK.

So.

Deck of cards.

Spread out around the

King's Cup. Like this.

Now. Everybody takes a card

on their turn. OK?

Each card has a law that it

represents.

-Wait. A law? What does that

mean?

For each type of card,

there's something you have to do

OK? But none of that matters

right now everybody just make

sure your drink is filled up.

It doesn't matter what the fuck

you're drinking just make sure

it's topped off.

I got you. Beer?

-Uh, yeah. As long as it's

alcohol

-This will be me.

All right.

Good job.

This game

will get you hammered.

-OK.

I'm ready!

Because you're a

lightweight.

Fuck you, Carl.

OK.

The following laws are hereby

decreed by the king.

If an ace is dealt from the

royal deck, there shalt be a

A waterfall. The person who

picks it starts drinking and

everyone after him drinks. No

one is allowed to stop drinking

until the person before him

stops. If it's a two it's for

you. Give two drinks to whomever

you choose. Three's for me, take

three drinks.

Four is for whores.

All ladies take a drink.

Five signals a slap.

Last person to slap the table

must drink. Six is for dicks.

All guys must drink.

Seven is heaven. Last person

to raise his glass to the sky

must drink. Eight is a social.

Everyone must raise their

glass and toast the king.

Nine bust a rhyme.

Say a word, each person must say

a rhyming word. He who fucks up

must drink.

Ten is categories. Name a

category. First person who can't

think of something in that

category must drink. Jack

makes new rule. He who

breaks that rule at any time

must drink. Queen is questions.

A question is asked. Each person

must respond with a question

First person who does not

respond with a question must

drink.

-This is getting really

confusing.

-I got you.

-Well since Carl obviously

knows everything about this game

and doesn't need to listen,

why don't you explains what

happens when you draw a king?

-Fine with me.

Whoever draws a king must

pour half their glass into the

King's Cup.

The game ends when the last

king is pulled. He who pulls it,

must chug the King's Cup.

-Ew! Won't that be like

beer and whiskey

and rum and like, whatever

other shit people are drinking?

That's the whole

fuckin' point! Watching the

King's bitch slurp that shit

down is the best part of the

game.

Oh, gross.

-All right. All right.

I'll do the honors.

Four's for whores.

-Oh, no.

Oh my God, it stuck!

OK. We gotta drink, right?

Cheers!

Kings are comin'.

Kings are comin'.

-Ace. Waterfall.

-Five.

-Got an eight.

Cheers, man.

-Shit.

One,

two,

three.

[EVERYONE LAUGHS}

That's you, man!

Let's keep goin'. Two drinks.

Two drinks.

I'm up, i'm up, i'm up,

I'm up.Sorry.

Jack.

Everyone has to bark when

they drink.

Let's go. Come on. Pick

it up. Pick it up. Pick it up.

Here we go. Here we go.

It's a pleasure. All right.

-I just wanna get drunk.

Oh my God.

Hey, make sure you puke

outside.

-Fuck you, Carl!

I live for this fucking shit!

Oh my God.

Chug, chug, chug, chug!

-Ahhh!

Uh huh?

Uh huh.

-That was nothin'.

I could play a whole 'nother

game,

lose again,

and still be perfectly fine.

Mm hm.

Hey, why don't you go lay down

so the spins can kill you?

Fuck you, Carl.

How you doin', chica?

-I am very tired.

Come on.

I'll show you where you

can crash.

-OK.

-I gotcha.

I gotcha.

Buddy's gotcha.

Oh my. I'm very

fucked up.

We're supposed to be

fucked up though, right?

Yeah.

That's true.

That is true!

Oh! Watch it!

-You're done with this.

Here we go.

Here we go.

I got you.

Ugh.Three.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Comfy?

-Mm. Yeah.

Hey.

-Hey Rachel.

Rachel! Rachel.

-Hmm.

-It's not rape if you ask first.

Rachel.

Hey! Rachel!

-Want me to eat your pussy?

-What?

-Spread your legs.

Come on.

-What? No.No.

No, you'll love it.

-No. Buddy. No.

You'll love it.

-Buddy, stop.

Seriously, you'll

love it.

-Buddy. Buddy!

Stop!

Buddy, get off.

That's what we came

here for!

-Stop it! Get off of me!

Buddy! Get the fuck off me!

Get away!

Jesus!

Take it easy, bitch!

-Carl!

Carl!

-What the fuck are you doing?

Carl.

Carl.

-Gah!

What's going on?

-Buddy asked me if--

uh, he could--

Um.

If he could eat me.

-Where is he?

Rachel, where is he?

-No, no he left.

He left.

It's just weird.

Look, OK?

He is a huge asshole,

and he wouldn't even known what

to done if you had said yes.

-What. You think I'm some

dumb bar whore too?

What?

I think you're a pretty cool

chick.

OK?

Who happens to play a mean

game of kings.

-Yeah. Well,

I did make it all the way

through the game.

Unlike most the people here.

So--

-Yes you did.

-You know--

it seems to me like the world

is just crawling with assholes.

-Maybe you're just

meeting the wrong people.

Yeah?

Or maybe I'm the asshole.

Or,

whatever the female version

of an asshole is.

Asshole-ette?

Maybe?

-I think the female version is

just

a raging bitch.

But,

you're definitely not one

of those.

-Mm. Really?

Did you hear me when I

came in here screaming?

I ruined your castle.

-Trust me.

He deserved it.

So,

maybe you should have some

water,

and try to sober up.

All right. Head back.

Head back.

-I can do it.

Mm. You're nice.

To people that are nice to me?

Yeah.

The

slaughtered calf screams from

the stale emptiness.

Her cup runneth over with

guilt and contempt.

Hell's hounds came to drag

the putrid limbs.

Mobility is impossible when

you're swimming in shit for

mankind.

If she were a corpse,

she'd be enraged,

and emaciated.

-Oh, shit!

Geez, Carl.

Are you OK?

You seem kinda nervous.

I'm not nervous.

I'm just clumsy.

We've been together for

like six months.

You should know this.

-Yeah, that is pretty true.

-Hey.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

-Yeah, sure.

I'll be right back.

-OK.

-So,

are you having a good time?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I guess so.

Carl spilled some wine and

embarrassed himself,

but,

other than that, I can't

complain.

-Yeah. Um.

Speaking of Carl,

how are things really going?

-I don't really get to see him

that much cause he's out

on the road all the time.

Yeah, I bet dating a

truck driver can be

pretty rough.

-Yeah.

-OK. But how much time

do you really get to see him

though?

-Probably around

four days a month.

Do you really think that's

enough time to get to know

someone, Rachel?

-Why do you ask?

-Look.

I know that you want to have

this perfect life.

And,

especially after all that Hell

that you went through

with Vince.

And you deserve it. But,

I'm just afraid that

if you rush into this with

Carl,

you just might regret it later.

-OK. But I, I really don't think

Uh. Excuse me everyone.

Uh, could I have your attention

please?

Rachel.

Will you join me on the floor?

I am so happy

that I met you.

And I want you to always

be a part of my life.

So,

Will you marry me?

-Um.

Together,

We can have,

anything

we want.

-OK.

-What did she say?

-I said yes.

The

crusader of filth

removes the entrails that mar

temple.

The pack grows restless

with the disease of the damned.

Slice open the skin to reveal

parasites embedded

deep within.

Unsuitable even for the

maggots to feast upon.

If they were a corpse,

they'd be abandoned

and forgotten.

Is dinner ready?

-I'm only one person and

I have no help.

Jesus Christ, Carl.

What are you doing?

You're making a huge mess

for me to clean up.

-I'm sorry.

Ah, don't be mad.

Don't be mad.

I got you something while

I was out on the road.

I think you're really gonna

like it.

-What is it?

-God damn!

Look at them balls!

-Oh geez.

-Woo!

Wait, rest 'em on your nose

like we do.

-Stop! Stop it!

-Like we do. Come on!

-Carl, stop! It's not funny!

They're balls of steel!

-It's not funny!

-You have no sense of humor.

-No. I just don't think a

stainless steel scrotum keychain

is all that funny.

Especially when you're ramming

it into my face.

I'm trying to cook for

you, dude.

-Well, if you don't like

that gift--

They got that warming stuff

on 'em. I thought we could

try 'em out.

I don't feel like it.

-Oh, come on. Yeah you do.

No, I don't.

You're gonna love it.

I promise.

Stop. Carl.

-Baby.Come on.

Carl, stop!

I'm so sick of your stupid

bullshit, Carl.

-What bullshit?

Everything!

Everything, man!

You're--you're gone for

most of the month.

And then when you do come home,

you expect me to just drop

everything and cater to you!

You expect me to cook and clean,

and be your constant sex slave

for however long you're here.

And then be OK with the fact

that I'm alone when you're gone.

You're just a mama's boy who

can't take care of himself.

And I should have known that

from the very beginning when

you moved straight from your

parents' place into mine.

God. 29 years old and

you're still living with your

mama. Hm hm.

Time to cut the cord.

-OK.

And what about you, huh?

Hm?

You're so fucked up because

of Vince,

you can't be in a normal

relationship.

-This has nothing to do

with him,

or my past,

-Of course it doesn't.

-Or any of that shit. No it

doesn't because

I can't be in a normal

relationship,

because I'm not in a

relationship with a

normal person!

-Keep tellin' yourself that.

Oh my God!

Are you serious?

You have the maturity of

a three year old!

-Oh my God.

You just need to lighten up!

-Lighten up?

Your immaturity annoys the

piss out of me!

And the stupid shit you pull,

makes me wanna shoot myself

in the face!

-I have no idea what you're

talking about!

-Really! Really! Ha! Ha!

OK. How about the time

that you ran through the house

butt naked,

slapping yourself on your

tiny ass dick while your

dumbass friends were here, huh?

Or how about that balls of steel

shit you just pulled?

-That was gold!

-It was not gold!

I said stop it and you

didn't stop!

That's what a toddler does!

Wow! You know?

You are so obsessed with

male genetalia,

you might as well be gay!

-That's enough.

-Yeah. It is enough.

It's enough.

I've had enough.

And I've had enough of you

constantly thinking that I

should just have sex with

you when you're here. OK?

I know you don't get any

when you're on the road,

but I can't just turn on the

emotion as soon as you

get here and then--

-Oh really? 'Cause the

emotion's on right now!

-It is on! Because I've

had enough!

I'm done, Carl!

I'm done!

-Your'e done.

-What? You're not gonna talk

to me now?

Mm?

That's real mature.

Good job.

-You know, our wedding's

in a month?

A month.

You and I have a lot of

talking to do.

-Where are you going?

I'm going out!

And I'm sure my dumbass

friends will be there too.

-OK. Fine.

I'm goin' out too.

Fuck.

[MUSIC - RANSOM WEAVER,

"NOTHING TO SAY"]

I've stifled like a

fool again.

What

would you like, sweetheart?

Uh,

whiskey and a diet coke.

And make it a double?

Um.

And bring me a double shot too.

Please.

Somebody's

having a rough night.

You could

say that.

That'd be sixteen.

-Keep the change.

Thank you,

sweetheart.

-Huh.

That was an awful nice

thing to do.

-You should always tip

your bartender.

-Mm.

-If you treat them well,

they treat you well.

-Huh.

True.

I'm sorry. I left my

cigarettes in the car.

I'll be right back. OK?

OK.

I'll see ya.

Got 'em?

Yeah.

Got 'em.

Um--

My name's Travis.

What's yours?

-Rachel.

What would you

like to drink, man?

-Um--

I'll--I'll take a beer.

I can do

that, man.

-Cool. thank you.

Yeah, so. You said Rachel?

-Rachel. Yeah.

Um. Middle name might as well

be trouble.

So, you might wanna stay

away from me.

-Well, you don't look like

trouble to me.

But

I could be wrong.

Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Watch this.

-No chaser?

-Chasers are for pussies.

-Wow. Oh. OK. Thanks.

No problem.

That'd be three fifty.

-OK.

Here you go.

Keep the change.

Thanks,

Big Pimpin'.

-See.

I'm testing your theory.

Right?

Let's see if it get us

any free drinks.

Well, you

never know.

-You know,

I bet,

the tip works better

when it comes from

a beautiful girl.

Cheers.

I've kind of lost count

of the number of drinks

I've had.

But yeah, I know!

I've never even heard of

this beer.

But, yeah.

I've-- I've never heard--

It's called Naughty.

Is your brew naughty or nice?

That's what it says.

What do you think?

You know,

you seem nice.

Yeah.

I'm sorta naughty too.

Ah, really?

Yeah, sorta.

Trouble, as you say.

Oh yeah.

You don't wanna know.

You do not wanna know.

Oh yeah?

That's why I'm here.

I'm trying to just

forget all of it.

Aren't we all?

Yeah, right?

Yeah.

Well, thanks for coming

over to my table.

Yeah, of course.

How could I not?

How could I not?

I don't know.

I don't know.

It's very bold of you.

You know,

In order to get what you want

outta life,

sometimes you just gotta

be bold you know?

I just learned a while ago

you gotta stop being scared.

You know what I mean?

What do you do?

Um,

I'm a-- I'm a writer.

Oh.

Yeah.

Wow. What do you write?

Uh, I write a lot

of poetry.

We both creatives.

I guess that's what did it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that's true.

I just--

I don't wanna be too drunk

and you be sober.

And all that.

That's bad.

That's true.

Yeah. It is. It is.

I get it.

Ah, yeah.

Got some Marvin Gaye.

You know what I mean?

Mm hm.Good variety.

Sweet Home Alabama.

All that cool stuff.

Is this your place?

Yeah, this is my place.

-This is nice.

-Yeah.

Wait, hold on.

Get me a smoke.

Oh, man.

-Mm.

What kind of cigarette

is that?

That's not a normal one.

It actually smells--

it smells good.

What is it?

-It's a clove

cigarette.

-A clove cigarette.

I've never heard of those.

-You've never heard of 'em?

-No!

-You want one?

-No. I don't smoke.

But I'm--

I would love to just try

one--

one hit.

You know what?

I can do better.

-What do you mean?

-On my signal,

blow all the air

out your lungs.

OK?

-OK

-Mm hmm.

-That's pretty good.

-Yeah. That's pretty good?

-Yeah.

Woo!

Watch yourself.

Thank you.

Mm. Hold on.

What?

-I'm done, Carl.

I can't deal with you anymore.

I don't even

get to talk to you in person

about this?

-No.

There's-- there's no amount

of talking that's gonna fix

your personality, OK?

I'm tired of dealing with you

and your immaturity.

Well, I guess

that's good then.

-It's time to get dressed.

-What?

-It's time for you

to get dressed

and leave.

-But--

But, nothin'.

You need to get your little

ass outta here so

I can get some sleep.

Look.

I'm good for a good time.

And that's what we had.

A good time.

A

single serving piece of ass.

Get yourself a

Uber or somethin'.

-You motherfucker.

Get

out.

-I'm going.

Fuck.

-Oh, come on.

At the

tone, please record

your message.

-OK. Uh.

-Jill. It's Rachel.

Um.

Please call me when

you get this.

I really--

fucked up.

Again.

And,

I hate my life.

Um, so call me

as soon as you get this.

OK. Bye.

Fuck.

Jill?

Sorry,

sweetheart.

This ain't Jill.

-Vince?

The one

and only.

So,

you met my friend Travis?

He called me while you

were blubbering in his bathroom.

It sure was nice of him to

give me your new number.

You always were

an extremely gullible slut.

I bet he didn't even

have to try very hard

to get you outta your panties.

-Stop.

No matter

how hard you try to fight it,

you will always belong

to me.

And one day,

you'll turn around,

and there I'll be.

waiting to claim

what's mine.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

-God damn it.

Oh!

Fuck!

Fuck you!

Leave me alone!

OK.

OK. OK.

This has

been coming to ya

for a long time.

I hope you're ready for it.

-I will be.

Fuck the

life that's left ahead.

The executioner brought a

blunt axe to the square.

The jugular is elusive

when suffering is sought

instead of death.

A last breath stolen

from the gasps of

the onlookers.

If fear were a corpse,

it would be greyed,

and gnarled.

Rachel.

I gave you what you wanted,

now you can clean up

the mess.

While you're at it,

why don't you try to clean up

the disaster that's in

your head?

Have a nice life.

I know I will.

Sincerely, your ex,

Carl.

And his dumbass friends.

-God.

Shit.

And one day,

you'll turn around,

and there I'll be.

waiting to claim

what's mine.

-Please stop calling me!

No matter

how hard you try to

fight it,

you will always

belong to me.

-No!

Oh my God. Rachel.

Tell me what's wrong!

-I ca--

I can't deal with this anymore.

-Deal with what?

-Life.

I ca--

I can't do this anymore.

-Oh, sweetie.

Don't talk like that, OK?

-I'll never be normal.

I'll never be happy.

And I'll never get away

from him.

-Is--is--

Is Vince bothering you again?

Oh God.

Oh my God.

OK.

Hey.

Tell me now.

-Carl and I had a fight.

And he left.

And I decided to go to

the bar.

-Please tell me you didn't

go by yourself again.

-And I met a guy there.

And--

I went home with him.

-Oh dear God.

Did you sleep with

this guy?

-And afterwards,

he kicked me out of

his house.

And I come home and

the place is a mess.

I guess Carl trashed it.

But Jill.

I gave that guy my number.

And he called Vince.

Cause he knows Vince.

And Vince has been calling

me all night!

Hey.

It's gonna be OK.

I'm gonna clean this

place up and,

I'm gonna fix it.

Hey look at me.

I promise you--

I'm gonna fix this.

And--

You're gonna be OK.

Go, go, go wait on the patio.

and--

I'm just--

I'm gonna--

I'm gonna fix it all, OK?

I promise.

Not by

myself.

Please pull up the cover.

Pitiful and helpless,

a barren mother.

Thoughts in

in my head of a

distant lover.

Murder

the pain.

And slip me another.

Slip me another.

One more to break free.

Slip me another.

Don't hold back on me.

Slip me another.

I'll turn a blind eye.

Slip me another.

Cut short my lifeline.

Absolve me of the burden

of living in death.

Sign my pardon.

Kiss my last breath.

You have no choice.

No will.

No soul.

No voice.

My bloody puppet.

Your strings I pull.

Your blood runs free.

My power is full.

Do you believe in fate?

They call me--

a little fatal.

-Blindly follow me.

-You're fucked.

-But you'll never see.

[MUSIC - LEADER OF ME,

"SEX PARADE"]

Hey.

Rachel.

Hey.

It's all cleaned up now.

OK?

Do you know what we need?

We need ice cream therapy.

Ice cream always makes

me feel better.

Do you have any?

-Yeah.

Yeah. There should be some

in the freezer.

-OK. Come on.

-OK.

-What the Hell is this?

-It's nothing.

-Nothing?

Acid is a little more than

just nothing, Rachel!

-They belong to Vince, OK?

I just never got rid of them.

-Wait.

Did you do drugs with him?

Rachel, what is going on?

Is this just about Vince?

I-- I don't get it.

It's like,

you wanna hold onto him somehow.

God.

I bet you won't even change your

number again, will you?

Look around you, Rachel.

Vince isn't here.

You need to let it go.

You need to let him go.

Vince isn't calling the shots

in your life.

I'm not.

Your parents aren't.

Carl sure as Hell isn't.

You have to tackle these

demons and get Vince

out of your head.

-I don't know why,

but it's not that simple.

-OK.

OK, Rachel.

Tell me this.

If the next person

to walk right through that door

is Vince,

what will you do?

-I think I would just give up.

Of course.

Because that's what you

always do.

Somewhere in there is a

strong woman.

That strong, beautiful Rachel

that I know and love--

she's in there.

And I know it's hard,

I know,

I know that you can

find her.

-A beautiful end to existence.

It'll just

make everything in the world

seem more beautiful.

-A beautiful end.

Play back

the memory of the

serial killers.

Find ourselves in the

pandemonium

of excruciating visions.

Lust

and decimation

intertwine in a

complex pattern.

We reach for the light

but it melts us

for our arrogance.

If we were a corpse,

we'd be charred,

and faceless.

Hey there,

darlin'.

It's time for me to

collect what's mine.

I've tracked you down.

And I know where you live.

In fact,

I'm on my way there

with my gun

right

now.

If you try to run,

I'll hunt you down

and your death will be

slow

and

painful.

But I know you won't run

from me.

You're too weak.

I hope your'e ready

to look death in the face.

Be prepared.

I'll see ya soon.

Cunt bitch.

-At least I can leave a

beautiful corpse.

-Fuck

It's not real.

It's not real.

It's not real, fuck.

What?

I've already

planned your funeral.

Isn't that nice of me?

Picture it.

Your beautiful dead body

and two

hungry

pigs.

Pigs will eat just about

anything, you know?

Even bone.

-Oh, it's only a bad trip.

Oh, it's only a bad trip.

It's only a bad trip.

Oh, gee.

Chart

a mile of Hell.

A serpent's time to tell.

Weakness makes

you strong.

An instant drags along.

Fight to keep my face,

above the sweet disgrace.

Crawl across the floor.

I'm not your

fucking whore.

Prison in my eyes.

A lifetime not realized.

Lost myself in

amber Jack.

A swirl, a scent,

then tip it back.

Close the door to

mask the smell.

[GASPING IN PAIN}

Here lies Rachel,

in her private Hell.

Somewhere

in there is a strong woman.

You have to tackle these

demons and get Vince

out of your head.

Rachel!

I know your stupid

ass is still here.

-Where's my muse.

Ugh! God!

Damn it!

Ah!

Ah!

Ugh!

Ha!

Huh.

Go ahead.

Pull the trigger,

I dare ya.

Ah.

You ain't got the balls

to defy me!

It's over, little girl.

Give up.

You don't own

me anymore.

God damn it!

Uh!

Fuck!

You

little cunt bitch!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

I

used to think that I was

confined to a tiny world

filled with lies and hatred.

Sometimes it really is

hard to see the forest

for the trees.

Blinded by my own self doubt,

I let one person -

one tiny part of the universe -

push the strong woman

that existed inside of me

down into the deepest,

darkest pit imaginable.

Alone and depressed,

I let the toxic person

penetrate into every layer

of my soul.

All that was left was

the hollow shell of a

defeated woman.

I didn't realize that

deep down,

I alone had the power

to escape my invisible prison.

Maybe the way I

liberated myself was not

exactly the most moral of

avenues to salvation.

Some people might say that

I was a monster for my actions.

And yes,

the abuse of alcohol

and drugs were part of

my imprisonment.

But in those final moments,

I used those chains to

defeat my captor.

The process of my final

beautification merely helped me

gain clarity.

And it was not the substance

that gave me the strength.

Now,

I know that I alone

had the power to deliver myself

from evil all along.

I'm not property to be owned.

Now,

I see the beautiful,

rich forest of the rest of my

life spread out before me.

Everyone's journey to find

inner strength and beauty

is different.

My emotional autopsy

just happened to be

more violent than most.

And I'm OK with that.

[MUSIC - BYZANTINE,

"GOD FORSAKEN"]