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(Howling wind)

Although I need the healing of my Christ brother superior,

I need it like the cracked earth needs the rain.

I am truly unfit to receive Him

because I am not now, nor have I ever been

fully truthful with Him.

Or you.

(Music)

(Scoffs)

You don't want that.

Dirty.

Are you irritated?

(Chuckles)

How's that pie?

Mmm!

(Ringing and vibrating)

You know, you don't have to feel obligated.

Walter said,

"Wouldn't it be nice if you two had some girl on girl bonding?"

This call, Minneapolis.

It's probably a telemarketer.

No voice message, so...

Now that you have some food in your stomach...

I can...

take my pills on my own.

Of course you can.

(Footsteps walking away)

(Inaudible male voice)

(Crashing)

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

Fuckin' holiday traffic.

What now, Walter?

Another story about movies?

Back in the middle of the 20th century,

John F. Kennedy was very ill.

He nearly died of illness five times before he was killed.

JFK was shot.

So?

He didn't die of diseases.

But you could shoot me.

Does that mean that I'm medically 100% okay right now?

I don't know. Are you?

Instead of commenting on status or something school related,

you might actually learn something.

Walter, c'mon.

We've been on the road since Christmas.

Stuck on the GWB for two hours.

I look like crap.

And that's all I know about JFK.

JFK was weak.

He had Addison's Disease.

Well, he looked fine in pictures.

No, no, no. That's the point.

JFK said to his photographers,

"Take pictures. Make me look healthy, strong."

And to this day,

those pictures still represent the American ideal of perfect health.

Hey, will you rescue me?

Walter's being pretentious.

Pictures ARE reality, Lynn.

You should thank me for filming you.

By filming you, I'm making you real.

YouTube diary 314, behind the scenes.

This is some of the gear we used on the shoot.

Bringing it upstairs for storage.

(Giggling)

Yeah... you can.

(Inaudible)

(Clears throat)

Shouldn't we be bringing this stuff upstairs?

Maybe you shouldn't do that.

Why?

Because I'm a married man.

(Music)

Well...

Look what the cat dragged in.

Shut the door.

Please take off that ridiculous hat.

Souvenir.

How was the trip?

(Exhales)

I'm so sick of being dragged down by all the...

ineptitude.

The people we interview.

Gordo.

If this was 30 years ago,

I'd have models serving me champagne from their fucking tits.

Nobody has the balls to do anything big.

Why'd you have me watched?

She said that you didn't eat.

And that's why you fainted.

It's not why.

I ate pie anyway.

He's coming back.

How was babysitting?

Some people don't have all of their mental functions.

Neither do I,

because I... am...

crazy about...

you.

Sleeping in the editing room.

FYI.

Huh.

I thought she was an intern.

It's George.

I'm...

I'm in a bus station near Minneapolis.

I'm coming home on leave.

I'm gonna go to Walter's,

hopefully I'll see you New Year's Eve.

Anyways, if you're... if you're not there,

or for whatever reason you don't want me there...

I'll just find a YMCA or something.

I love you.

How do you feel?

I'm just...

I'm happy he's alive.

(Sighs)

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

(Gagging)

JESUS...

H CHRIST... on a pudding pop.

Can you cook? - WHAT?

WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

Semester's over. I'm paying you.

Not to throw Ovaltine on me.

Yes, yes. Truce.

Genuine truce. Here.

(Sighs)

And you're watching dirty movies!

It's for work.

What?

Work?

A new Blithe Stargazer video.

(Scoffs)

Honest Indian.

It's going to be my reclamation.

You know what I mean when I say that?

No.

No, you've been through so little.

Okay.

There are times, in my line of work...

where you feel as if you live in a sewer.

And you're dying in said sewer

of a very bad disease.

This chance,

her coming here tonight...

I'm proud to say is not one of those times.

(Scoffs)

Walter, my lily white ass is coming here tonight.

Well...

I knew you were a super fan, so...

I thought I'd tell ya.

Bullshit.

I sometimes cheat,

but I never lie.

Would you?

Cook.

It'd be a huge favor.

You know I wouldn't ask

unless I thought you were a professional level chef, right?

Here.

There's a Whole Foods downstairs.

Something for all three meals if you can.

Here.

Good girl.

Oh, and FYI...

Regina and one other guest who's coming tonight are,

are vegetarian, so...

Regina.

How come...

How come you won't eat the ham?

Well...

I don't know, Lynn.

My mom was a vegetarian.

My brother was too.

And...

I guess we just don't like to see animals get hurt.

Oh, well...

My roommate Isis was a vegan

for two months before

she ate just like an assload of fried chicken.

She said it drove her so crazy

thinking about that crispy skin,

that she just drove down to her hometown

in Pennsylvania,

went to her local Perkins,

and ordered the fried chicken special.

But I told her my philosophy is that

you can't un-kill an animal who's dead.

The ham was STONE dead when I bought it.

I'm gonna puke.

It's just a different lifestyle.

Well, maybe we like our lifestyle, Lisa Simpson.

Then you don't have to try mine, Gordo.

(Silverware on glass)

Listen up, fam.

Regina's a little...

sensitive today.

Well, sure she is.

Her very own brother is coming home today.

Seriously?

Anything special?

He likes?

(Music)

(Music)

Want to try some butter rum?

I haven't had anything like this in years.

You cook?

I bake.

It's my hobby.

Yeah. My family's from Georgia.

I cooked this big old fashioned southern meal

for the boys when they came down.

Walter liked it so much,

that he has me cook up here sometimes.

Says I'm professional level.

Boys.

My brothers, Tom and Jack,

and also Walter and Gordo.

He never told me that.

Oh.

(Police sirens)

Can you tell me what she's saying now?

Who?

Lynn.

No.

What? You can't see her?

I can't read lips.

Women can't leave things alone.

It's like pick, pick, pick.

You were having the affair.

There's...

There's something I wanted to talk to you about, Gordo.

Please.

Smoke first.

You obviously have a lot on your mind.

Corner.

No, no, no...

Corner's too... too aggressive.

I want you to get George,

to tell the story of his religious conversion.

Isn't adding your brother in law into the mix a little...

amateur?

It's a very special story.

So are you like a home maker and stuff?

No.

Oh. Gordo didn't mention what you did.

Why would he?

Just, when you're on the road...

you know, people get to know people.

(Ringing)

Excuse me.

Our son.

Our...

Seven years of marriage.

And he still acts like he's 15 years old.

Can you repeat the question?

There was none.

Hi champ.

What's happening?

Are you ready for some playoff football?

Mommy was saying.

Looks like you've been putting the first person shooter games to good use.

(Music)

Your brother's on his way up.

So you're Regina's brother?

Yeah.

I'm Lynn Hanes.

I was working as an intern

for New American Films.

And Walter hired me full time. Yeah.

Walter's whole life is the movies.

Yeah. I haven't seen a movie in years.

Lynn.

Get my good friend George here some of those sandwiches.

The vegetarian ones.

So how long's it been since you were over here, eh?

It's...

Because I'm insane? - No.

You're paranoid. - You are, Spicoli.

Stop.

You... I should have married a republican.

Way, way, way back.

20th century conflicts.

Do you remember?

You used to give me the answers to every test.

Hi.

Hey.

I still can't just picture you as a man of the cloth.

Yeah. The last time I saw you, your son was...

Oh.

Yeah. I must've been fat.

Tell him about God's Country.

Oh, it's... It's a little movie we're making.

(Clanging)

I kept all those letters you wrote.

The ones about mom made me cry.

I wanted to write you back,

but there was never a return address.

I... I...

I can't find my pin.

(Music)

(Inaudible)

What are you doing?

Well, there's a reunion, Gretchen.

Be a little more understanding.

Digital camera wouldn't suffice?

I...

put some Moet bottles to chill.

Do me a favor. Bring one out and put it on ice for me.

Yeah. Why don't you get Leanne Rimes to do it?

I mean, you couldn't hire anybody who wasn't 12?

That's not nice.

And then there's that haircut, Walter.

She only gets a sharp tongue when she's drunk.

So... Walter's mostly interested in his career and stuff?

Mostly.

Well...

That gives you time to...

What?

Whatever.

Do whatever you like.

Honestly, his career bores the shit out of me.

He's always looking for the next story to exploit.

He's like a walking TMZ.

What's TMZ?

You have been gone a long time.

George.

Very special night.

Brother and sister reunion.

News in the making.

Torn apart by religious calling.

Brought together by familial love.

Like the Buddha leaving his wife and family

in a flood of tears just to walk the ancient forests.

Honey!

Turn it off.

Walt?

Turn it off, Gordo.

You're ruining a nice moment, Regina.

You're so full of...

Dude.

Let's dial in some Mexican.

We're gonna party like it's the end of the world.

You need a shower?

Yeah.

(Hissing)

Oh god.

No.

Oh god.

(Chuckling)

If you're going to act that way,

undercut our arrangement...

There are people.

Here.

It has to look authentic, babe.

Walter, I appreciate what you've done for our family.

But you want to talk about jeopardizing our arrangement?

(Door opens)

Regina. - Yeah?

Talk?

About?

Men.

Dining room.

Okay.

Be careful with George.

He may fit into your clothes,

but not your world.

(Sighs)

(Door closes)

(Laughing)

That's not good.

Yeah... yeah.

How do you know?

Just a vibe.

Nothing she said?

No.

How long has it been going on?

Between me and Gordo?

Four weeks.

We did it here once.

In that bathroom over there.

(Sighs)

She was sleeping in the next room.

Is that shameful?

Desire has a mind of its own sometimes.

Yeah, you know...

On the one hand,

it's thrilling.

And on the other hand...

(Sighs)

My father cheated on my mother.

With this teller from his bank.

(Sighs)

I wasn't supposed to be home.

And neither was he.

And when I looked through the open door,

he was going at it with this Georgia Tech girl.

Does she really think that's sexy?

Do you think that's sexy?

What she's doing? - Yeah.

I don't get it.

George, you need anything?

Or just the clothes?

I'm sorry.

When you met Walter,

how did you know that he was it?

I didn't know he was it.

Walter made me feel safe.

You've been a great friend taking her in,

treating her the way you have.

You've been a better friend to me.

There's not a day that's gone by where I...

We're blessed.

Years ago,

when you came to me...

You remember this, George?

Yes.

We were helping each other.

That's exactly right!

See, I'd like to... to keep that going.

See, I'm making a film.

God's Country.

The film's about Christianity in America.

Damnit if I didn't think you'd be just THE interview.

The most SPECIAL interview.

Intelligent,

objective...

(Chuckles)

I don't want to do you in with praise, Georgie Boy.

But...

I really think you could put the documentary over the top.

I can't talk about that.

You can, because it's entwined with...

(Sighs)

Yeah.

George.

Did you know that John F. Kennedy

was a very, very sick man?

(Doorbell)

I'm here.

How are you feeling tonight?

(Inaudible)

See, this girl's in a prominent place.

Keep your shit together.

My pussy's sweating.

We don't smoke.

Lynn, get an ash tray.

(Exhales)

Pardon me.

Can anyone tell me in definitively...

Is it before midnight or after?

It's half past ten.

So that would be before.

Are you and she lovers?

Pity.

I was going to ask if you fancy a third.

I'm not drinking that.

It looks like blood.

You can't. Remember?

Your medication.

It does seem a little... dark.

Lynn.

George.

Will you be joining us?

Who is that?

I don't know. Some...

Washed up pop star?

Come on.

Where?

A walk.

No. I promised Walter I'd do him a favor.

What favor? - Just...

WHAT FAVOR?

(Music)

What'd you say to my brother, Walter?

Bend over and I'll show you.

Walter.

Last warning.

Transparency is a virtue.

Don't you people watch the news?

(Music)

So.

You just say

whatever the hell you want.

Hah.

Does that offend you?

No. I'm impressed.

Well, darling.

I want to say things too.

Darling...

You know there's no such thing as can't.

My name's Gretchen.

I'm an English teacher.

Gretchen.

Have you...

say, want to...

suck...

the cocks of two

young, HOT studs

from a fencing team

on the locker room floor of your school,

and have them ERUPT

candy Clorox...

scented white ropes

onto your EAGER little red tongue?

And you don't speak up about it.

Where do you think those desires go when you die?

Do you think they...

just live on and on forever?

Darling.

The unfulfilled fantasies of this world...

stretch on and on...

in an infinite sea of...

... desolation!

(Chuckling)

(Music)

(Music)

Hey.

Where are you from?

Lynn Hanes.

The sticks, as it were?

The suburbs of Savannah, Georgia.

Your first US tour,

we skipped school that Friday.

We drove down to Miami.

We?

Me and my friend Gunner.

She's dead now.

Suicide.

But...

This CD was the last

real physical CD that I ever bought.

Before everything switched to MP3s.

But you...

inspired me to just...

tell my parents and

all the assholes around me to fuck off.

So I moved to New York.

I'm in film school now.

(Hearty chuckle)

Film school?

Darling, you'll be lucky if you can pay your rent.

I'm hopeful.

Darling...

The only people who accomplish anything in this world

are the sons and daughters of the extremely powerful.

You'll do your rounds on some unpaid projects,

eventually end up giving up in grief,

and go back to school to become...

a nurse or something of the sort.

You'll end up harboring intense feelings

or worship and jealousy

for some privileged tart

who succeeded in living your dream.

You might have a hundred times their talent.

But you'll never know.

To Lynn?

L Y N N.

The fairy tale princess.

Nice.

Stargazer.

Tell me something.

Lynn Hanes.

Have you ever kissed a grown woman?

(Nervous laughing)

I...

I don't...

Do you find me...

very, very attractive?

Lynn Hanes?

But you're the first...

woman that I ever had a crush on.

You're net free.

Not the product of inbreeding.

No.

Why don't you understand my question?

Have I ever kissed a... grown woman?

Well...

Well, just like kid stuff.

You know, like all girls do.

When they're young.

Would you like it if I...

were to kiss you?

My daddy would kill me.

What if I killed him first?

Jesus Christ!

(Music)

(Music)

Hey.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

Where did you get this?

(Music)

(Music)

Can we take a picture of us kissing for my Facebook profile?

(Glass shattering)

Stop it. You're my number one fan?

Yeah.

Well, talk is cheap. Show me.

(Gasping)

Are you my ashtray?

I don't think so.

(Gagging)

Now do you understand?

Yes. Yes.

Yes what?

Yes.

Daddy.

(Music)

Well, hee-haw.

Gretchen.

You...

They were itching, so...

I took them off.

No, no. You have a...

Never mind.

What you doing?

I'm... I'm looking for my pen.

It's an emblem of my brotherhood.

It must have fallen off because I can't find it.

Well, maybe you should look closer.

What you reading there?

It's a book,

about a boy who bangs...

his family, his governesses,

and anything else with a hole.

So it's a coming of age novel?

I just finished teaching Great Expectations

for the sixth straight fucking year.

(Snorts)

Uh, your book. - Fuck it.

(Heavy breathing)

How did you last?

Forced into a life of chastity?

I wasn't forced.

I made a choice.

My husband, he won't fuck me anymore.

I think he's having an affair.

Oh God, I'm in love with you!

George!

Do you love me back?

Gretchen, can we dial it down a notch?

I just got into Port Authority a few hours ago.

(Horn)

Must we?

We already discussed this, George.

I'm turning you into a star.

Gretchen.

Pour George a glass of Blithe's punch.

I want my audience to see him with a drink in his hand.

Your camera feels like a gun to my face.

(Sighs)

Do I really need to drink this?

Go on again from the beginning, and speak up.

(Clears throat)

(Clears throat)

I'm a defender of The Holy Trinity.

It's our brotherhood located in Trinity, South Dakota.

We're dedicated to prayer,

healing the sick.

Boring.

Was Jesus always the answer?

No. I didn't know that straight away.

What triggered your conversion?

I heard a voice.

George?

What'd the voice say? - No. What the FUCK?

Regina, we're rolling.

Walter asked me to do a favor, Regina. It's...

Did you hear a man's voice or a woman's voice?

I don't know.

Honestly? - Honestly.

I don't know.

It's...

Sometimes...

It's like if somebody asks you if you dreamt in color.

I just...

So it was a dream?

No.

You're gonna have to explain that discrepancy.

Maybe if he drank the punch,

and didn't just sit there like some dick in the wind?

Excellent point. Drink the punch, George.

(Sighs)

(Slurping)

Did you ever consider the possibility

that the voice came from inside your own head?

(Exhales)

You don't have to answer him, George.

Never.

There, there.

Now that's a good bitch.

Bark for me!

(Barking)

Bark!

(Continues barking)

That a girl.

Dad left when I was ten.

Regina was two.

Mom...

did the best despite her madness.

But by the time Regina hit puberty...

The... the...

The roles had kind of reversed.

She had become the kid.

Mom was the kid.

And we were the parents.

She'd come home from work,

watch re-runs of Cheers

in her nightie.

I'm just gonna lay this out there.

Your brother is HOT.

Go on.

We built...

We built this sort of playroom in the basement.

Regina and I did.

Your sister?

Yeah.

We'd just go down there to listen to music.

Talk.

We needed peace.

On one Christmas Eve,

a package arrived from our dad.

It was a box of earrings.

For our mom.

And a note of apology.

He was remarried.

He had some money.

Said he was more mature.

(Sighs)

Mom... mom...

stared at that package,

those earrings, that night and all day.

She came down,

to say goodnight...

And when we went upstairs...

she had hung herself with an extension cord.

By detaching ourselves,

by pretending someone's pain didn't exist, we...

(Sighs)

We lent a hand to killing her.

Apathy is next to murder.

So...

That's when I...

That's when I heard the voice.

Told me to...

repent.

To leave New York.

What about your sister?

What's the big idea?

GO FUCK YOURSELVES!

Now what do we have here?

Temper, temper.

Wait. Reg, Reg!

(Grumbles)

So...

pumped up right now!

Something I need to show Blithe.

(Panting)

(Giggles)

Are you mad at me? I screwed up.

I hate it.

I hate it, George.

(Inaudible)

Can you?

Yeah.

You came to...

to rescue me?

Oh.

There's something I have to tell you

about how I left you.

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

(Music)

Blithe.

I want to buy your dog.

It'll cost you.

She's in heat.

(Gasping)

I have...

28 dollars,

Starbucks gift card,

receipt from Odell's.

How much on the gift card?

It's...

$5.00

Any jewelry?

(Chuckling)

(Music)

(Laughing)

(Laughing hysterically)

(Cocks the hammer)

BANG!

(Groaning)

(Panting)

I mean, are you in love with him?

That was never part of the arrangement.

Have you...

Have you seen what's wrong with him?

He passed out drunk last summer while he was getting dressed.

And...

I shouldn't have.

(Gasping)

I...

I don't think I should be seeing this.

(Giggling)

Wait, wait! No.

Oh, there.

This gun...

feels like a good...

hard...

cock.

Do you know that feeling, Walter?

Or do you need a gun to find out?

(Panting)

(Music)

Blow me.

What?

Do it.

Do it.

It's just...

there are limits...

Do you want to play the Fame Game, Walter?

What's that?

That's when the rich lady

with the fancy mink coat comes around,

and you treat her ACCORDINGLY.

Haven't I treated you well?

You don't have no mink coat!

You ain't so rich.

Neither are you.

When you ask stupid questions, Walter,

you lose the game.

Oh, did you like my video?

Fellate. My. Cock.

No.

Be quiet.

(Laughing)

Wow. Look at that!

The movement on it. Like a trained seal.

That's right, Walter.

Tell me you need more.

Work for my spunk.

(Laughing)

You didn't go on leave?

No.

I couldn't tell the truth in confession.

Oh my god...

Don't stop.

Oh yeah.

(Music)

(Cocks the hammer)

(Music)

(Music)

(Laughing)

(Panting)

Well...

It's a few minutes 'til midnight.

Why don't we drink for a few hours?

And in a little while,

you can show me your proposal.

How does that sound?

This is the best decision you could make for your career.

(Laughing)

(Snorting)

My career?

Darling.

You don't know about my career.

All the...

epic monkey shit I've eaten over the years...

with a smile on my aging face...

to be in the humiliating position I'm currently in...

Do you know what I'd like to be?

Instead of what I am?

A lawyer.

(Chuckling)

Bitch corporate shark...

with no feelings...

no joy...

Just a cold sociopath...

with a built in tourniquet for tears.

But alas,

I am not.

(Chuckles)

Look at you, Walter.

Playing the game.

You smile,

but you know as well as I do...

that madness is never far around the corner.

There you are.

Kiss it.

(Music)

So, are you mad at me?

I'm a fraud.

I worked...

to improve...

Were we bad?

Maybe me.

Sometimes I'm afraid.

If I don't worry,

and I'm an adult,

then don't.

6... 5... 4... 3...

2... 1...

(Music)

(Traffic noises)

(Chokes)

(Gasps)

(Gagging)

(Inhales)

(Music)

(Hyperventilating)

(Screaming)

(Glass breaking)

Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!

Hello again.

Wow.

An emergency? - Nope.

Yeah, but I heard screaming.

Gretchen, probably, has a UTI.

Pardon?

Urinary tract infection.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Thank you so much for

giving me a chance to get comfortable in the middle of your pitch.

Shall we pick up where we left off?

Yeah. Where was I?

You were showing me some of your lovely images,

and you said something about...

(Takes in a deep breath)

... the energy of our brave new world.

The... the energy of our...

Uhh... uhh...

It's...

It's kind of...

INTIMIDATING, with you writing everything down.

(Chuckles)

I always take notes at meetings that involve my work, Walter.

Wait.

Sometimes, Blithe,

I just say stuff that...

(Panting)

(Muttering to himself)

Fuck it.

We live inside

a unique moment in world history.

It's a time of...

of great strife, and yet...

Strife?

Expand.

(Gasping)

Okay, you know that word.

Right. Where did you go to school again?

Cambridge.

Awesome.

Okay, so...

It's a time of great strife,

both here... and abroad.

But the great news about the modern world, Blithe,

is that everything--

oil spills, assassinations,

earthquakes...

They're converted so rapidly into images,

that we don't even feel them.

And this is a good thing why?

The, the, the...

The degree to which these forces

are... absorbed

into the...

(Panting)

the... the, the... the matrix.

The Matrix? You mean like the movie?

No.

It's a poor choice of words.

Are you talking about alternative realities?

Because it's something that's very hot at the moment.

Alternative...

How do you explain...

dream sequences that are somehow real?

Two layers of reality,

with some sort of cynical plot twist?

For example,

you have one regular world where things happen.

That you walk down the street,

you get a glass of tea, that sort of thing.

And then another reality where,

there are floating objects,

clues to unlock some

sort of obscure mystery,

people getting shot at all the time,

dogs with human faces, that sort of thing.

I know, darling.

Not my particular cup of tea either.

I'd much rather a night of King Lear.

But the kids...

The kids, the bloggers, and so on...

why, they've gotten in all this rubbish.

They eat it up with a fork and spoon.

But this pitch...

it's not about alternative realities.

Could it be?

GORDO!

Gordo!

Gordo, open the door!

Open the door, Gordo.

(Screaming)

(Sobbing)

(Takes a deep breath)

Two vendettas.

Do you even get a sense of what I'm trying to...

(Distant screaming)

the...

the stream of energy...

filtered through...

technology into the...

the media...

that...

the disconnection...

that we all feel.

It's...

It's somehow beautiful...

in that it gets...

absorbed into...

the...

media...

(Gasping)

Stream?

(Exhales)

Right?

Walter, my two cents and...

Please don't talk over me. - No.

I'm running a business here.

Art is a commodity.

And we'd be silly

to pretend that it's not.

No.

I am fully committed, Walter,

to always making sure my audiences are happy.

If ever,

you feel REAL pain in my music...

then my product is a success.

Do you understand the distinction?

Yeah, oh shit. I never...

So let me ask you squarely.

Go ahead.

Is it your proposal

to set MY video

around a montage

of images?

Or is there more to it?

Uhh...

It's...

(Sighs)

It's a... it's a...

montage of images.

Thank you.

(Bawling)

Blithe!

I'm currently looking at six proposals.

Two here, a promotional gig on the third,

then off to Los Angeles for another three.

I had my manager take a more personal approach to my business.

WHAT?

Where'd you put my coat?

(Sobbing)

Are you alright, dear?

(Sniffling)

Who are you?

A woman.

I hate women!

Sorry to hear that, love.

I think I got a little drunk tonight.

Things aren't usually so...

You know.

I'll take that into account.

But how interested? Scale of 1 to 10?

1.

(Panting)

A souvenir.

(Screaming)

(Babbling continues)

(Coughing)

(Screaming)

DICK!

You! You!

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How's everything?

Good.

Good.

You?

Oh not bad!

Oh hey! Happy fuckin' New Year, George.

Hair of the dog?

How'd your pitch go?

Huh? My?

I didn't get that.

I was under the impression

you had a pitch to Blithe.

Blithe? Oh yeah. She's all in.

Yeah, she goes to me. She goes,

"Walter, dear."

"I rather used to consider videos in terms of an advert."

"But now, thanks to you, I consider it in terms of an art form."

It's a VERY, VERY big deal!

(Exhales)

Congratulations.

Oh yeah.

And now...

Now we're gonna fuckin' CELEBRATE!

Hey.

Are you okay, Gretchen? You want some water?

I'm gonna get her some water.

(Babbling and sobbing)

(Hiccupping)

Good New Year?

Did you know?

Of?

Gordo and the little whore.

Is that an alternative folk band?

Your cynicism.

All you people are is cynicism.

I want to move.

To Asia.

Why Asia?

Gretchen.

You started an interesting thought there and didn't follow it through.

Why Asia?

Hey. What time's your son coming home?

Oh, and how are you feeling?

(Crashing)

Good... good.

What did it feel like? To kiss her after so long?

Kiss who?

Gretchen.

I think we need to have a talk.

You can't fool me. I went in there to PUT THE GUN AWAY.

(Gasping)

Hey.

And how are you?

Okay.

Just okay?

No.

Less than okay.

Oh?

Why?

I'm feeling...

a little ashamed, actually.

Ashamed?

I believe I...

have taken you for granted.

And...

I want to say,

in front of my friends and everyone that--

(Spits)

(Exhales)

Bad, right? God,

I'm a fucking bad man...

(Banging)

Walter.

Yes?

Walter!

WALTER!

Yes, yes, yes, George?

Just try and relax!

This is YOU and ME and HER.

Now, NOW. Okay?

It's about a RIGHT and WRONG.

You never heard anything about right and wrong in that monastery?

So?

And the relationship you have with your sister?

Which category does that fall into?

I don't pretend to know. - Good, good!

Why? - Because...

Get... out... of my house.

It's not your house. It's not her house.

You think you're funny? - No.

I think I'm carrying a gun, Walter.

Regina!

Regina, if you let me live,

I promise that I will never have another McDonald's,

or KFC, or Long John Silver's or Burger King or anything

for as LONG as I live.

You want to live?

Yes.

Get on the train and go home.

Okay.

Walter, if there's no more filming tonight...

maybe I'll just crash...

with Lynn.

(Inaudible)

(Groaning)

Regina!

Hey, easy!

(Wheezing)

What's it gonna take?

For you to let us go?

Okay, just a second.

Ready?

And...

Action.

(Heavy breathing)

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

So I figure you could start like this--

When Regina was born,

she was born and...

She was born.

Regina was born.

I went to the hospital,

and I had a sister.

I wasn't alone.

I remember.

You can't remember.

You were a baby.

Still.

After dad left,

all we had was each other.

Mom thought we were strange.

I...

I'd run my index finger across your palm.

"That's too close, George."

"That's too close."

"That's too close for family."

On your birthday,

one year, I remember this.

Mom had one of her fits,

and she was...

weeping over your cake, you remember?

You were just a kid.

But you started screaming at her and you said,

"Get control of yourself."

And I... I went up into your room.

I dried your tears, I...

And you kissed me.

(Exhales)

And you said,

"I didn't mean it."

That's what you said.

But...

There were other things.

What other things?

Things before that,

that you're leaving out.

Things... things that...

After that kiss, I...

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Do you remember?

We didn't have cable.

We'd watch this...

this show on PBS, a nature show with classical music.

It felt sophisticated.

We came from a broken home.

They had a recording with an orchestra.

Mozart's 25th Symphony.

It was vibrant.

That was the first time.

All the pain

was diffused.

That's the word I'd use. Diffused.

Get to the freak show. Get to the basement.

(Sighs)

There was a mattress,

candles around it,

a mirror where we could see our reflections.

It was sacred.

What happened?

When?

Christmas Eve.

Before she died.

Oh.

Mozart was playing.

It must have been too loud,

because we didn't hear her when she came in.

And what did she see?

Curious?

Mom came down,

and she saw her children fucking.

She hung herself

because of what we were doing.

George and I are killers.

And when you cross that line...

We're not killers.

So, how was that?

Oh, don't hold back.

Regina, we are not killers. - I know.

Brother George!

Why don't you lead us all in group prayer before we begin the mass?

This isn't a freak show, Walter!

I want to know what you're gonna do with this video!

Maybe nothing. Maybe something.

By the time anything comes out,

you two will be in Mexico or someplace.

I'll even help you.

Money wise.

It's exploitation.

It's America.

Now since...

since...

Since I'm a preacher...

we're gonna...

We're gonna have us a weddin'!

All right?

Here.

Let's put em on.

(Heavy breathing)

It's too big.

Okay, then just put it on her thumb.

It's not middle east diplomacy, George.

Just get the fucking point across.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may now kiss the bride.

(Heavy breathing)

Just play along.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Perfect.

Thank you.

Shall we?

(Classical music)

(Takes a deep breath)

I'm fine.

Just a little...

Hey, what's the matter, George? Come on! Let's see it!

Touch her.

Touch her breasts.

(Heavy breathing)

(Heavy breathing)

Yeah.

Undo your shirt. - No.

Undo your shirt. - No.

I'm not taking off my shirt.

Don't be scared. - I'm not.

That's it.

Do it more.

Say something that'd make our blood boil.

I want you.

Oh yeah.

You know what, George?

You're looking more and more like an actual Christian

with every passing second.

DON'T!

You want to pose with that?

You want to pose with that? Yeah! Okay.

I love you.

More dirty talk.

I want you.

(Cocks the hammer)

That's it! That's the money shot!

(Heavy breathing)

Just relax. It's loaded.

Regina.

(Gunshot)

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