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Got everything?

I think so.

Ready?

Yeah.

Honey... you okay?

Honey?

- Daddy?

Harry.

Harry.

Holy shit.

What?

- Where's my computer?
- I don't know.

What the hell are you doing?

- I need to find my computer.
- I need to write.

Right now?

I can see it.

I see it all.

The whole thing is
finally clear in my head.

Harry.

Harry!

- Mom?

It's okay.

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

It's too hard.

No, you'll get it if you
keep practicing, sweetheart.

You always do.

What if I don't?

What if I never get it?

When are we leaving here?

- I don't know.
- Daddy seems inspired.

So we have to support him.

I saw him take something.

Daddy. I saw him take a pill.

Maybe it's Adderall.

I hear some kids
take it to focus.

Maybe I can take one.

No. No.

No, you just keep practicing.

Harry.

Hm?

Honey.

One second, I'm almost done.

With what?

The pilot. The whole thing.

Well, that's not possible.

You've been writing for,
what, like, four hours?

I know.

Harry, Alma said that

she saw you take something.

Are you on speed?

What? No, of course not.

I'm not on speed.

Well, then what did you take?

Because you must
have taken something.

Why, because I couldn't possibly

be talented enough
to finish this...

- Shh!
- Unless I was on drugs?

Is that what you think of me?

That is not what I think of you,

but this is very extreme, Harry.

I saw you take something, Daddy.

Don't be jealous because
I found inspiration

and you can't play
fucking Paganini!

Honey, I'm sorry.

Honey, honey, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean that.

That...

What the fuck, Harry?

I'm sorry. That was crazy.

I... I'm not myself.

I mean...

These pages... They
just exploded out of me.

And they are fucking

so good!

I'm happy for you.

- Can we leave now?
- Not yet.

I have this other
idea for episode two

and I just wanna
outline it tonight.

You killed a man in our sunroom!

And the sheriff said it
was the first violent crime

that's happened in
this town in years.

- I eliminated the danger.
- What?

I didn't wanna say this
because emotions were high,

but you know, if you
walk out on this job,

it's gonna be very difficult
for you to get another one.

Not after bailing on
the last one you had.

Come on, I couldn't
get inspired.

They were pushy clients
with terrible taste.

They didn't
understand minimalism

at all!

Or a monochromatic
blush color scheme...

Thank you very much...

Which is very now, by the way.

And I think I have
a very good excuse

for not finishing this one!

Honey, please just give
me another day or two.

Or two? Or two?

For fuck's sake, Doris,

why can't you just support me?

Hey.

I'm sorry about before.

You are

much, much more
talented than I am.

- Come get your sandwiches.
- Oh, I'm not hungry, thanks.

You need to eat.

You too, Missy.

You okay?

What happened?

Ugh.

- What was that, turkey? Ohh...
- Yeah.

Something about the
taste made me sick.

Ugh.

It smells fine to me.

- Can I have the room, please?
- I'm not finished.

Come on, I'll take it upstairs.

Let's go.

This is really good.

Thanks, I know.

Can I see more?

Yeah, sure. I'm almost done.

- With all of it?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, what is happening?
- This isn't normal.

Um...

I don't know. It's this
place. It's my muse.

I thought I was.

Always.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I've been a jerk.

Uh, the lead
character is kind of a

antihero, and I think I'm just

channeling him a
little too much.

Will you at least eat something?

- You are gonna collapse.
- I'm not hungry.

You're a liar.

You're a liar.

You did take some kind of speed.

I...

Writing like this.

Acting like an
asshole. No appetite.

Okay, you want me to eat,

I will... I will go grab
some stuff from the market.

Okay?

My fingers are exhausted anyway.

Want anything?

- Get away from me!

Get away from me!

Thought you were
gettin' out of town.

- Oh, yeah.

Looks like you had
a change of plans.

Going keto?

Nah, just feeling a craving.

- Right.

Writing going well
all of a sudden?

Yeah, actually.

How'd you know?

You took it!

Bet your softie dick
feels nice and hard now

getting some of that
sweet blood flow.

Why'd you do that?

You shouldn't have done
that, motherfucker!

What, were you thirsty?

You never knew
thirsty before now!

You fuckface!

Mmm.

Mmm...

Ahh...

Oh, it's so good.

Ohh

it's so good.

- Are we staying here now?
- I don't know.

Daddy and I need to
talk about it tomorrow.

Do you want to leave?

- Yes.
- Yeah, I want to too.

The thing is, I
have known your dad

for a long time, and he's
a really good writer.

Much better than
he gets credit for.

And I've never seen him
inspired like he is right now.

He usually agonizes
over five pages

for two or three days.

I don't want to be
here, but I also...

I don't want to get in the way

of whatever has gotten into him.

He's never mean to me.

I know he feels
terrible about that.

Let's just give him some space

to be an asshole artist

for a couple of days,

and I am sure this
fever of his will break.

- Mom?
- Yeah?

Do you think if I took one
of the pills that Daddy took,

I could play Paganini
better than everyone?

There's no magic pill for
greatness, sweetheart.

Come here.

Okay, what do you think

of a couch in one of these,

and the wall in this?

Looks like the same color.

What? No.

They are slightly different.

It's called "tone on tone."

A lot of the Instagram
design accounts

are featuring it right now.

This one feels like a cactus.

And this one feels like you
would slide right off of it.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, bed.

Okay.

I love you.

Love you too.

Night night.

Nothing feels better

than those first few
nights on the Muse.

That's what we should
call it, by the way...

The Muse.

He's going to have
to upgrade his diet

if he wants to keep
feeling that way.

Speaking of which,
Belle o' the ball,

- I'm hungies.

Let's go up the Cape
and find a snack.

- Mm.

Did you sleep?

No.

Oh, my God, it's brilliant.

- I've never heard you so cocky.

I always wondered

when I saw or read
great writing,

"Where did that come from?"

You know, how can
Tarantino or Sorkin

say the same things
that other writers say,

just in a way that's so much

better?

Now you know?

Agh, something
opened up in my mind

like finding a secret
door in your house

that leads to a...

A palace of words and ideas

and imagination.

I was living in a
two-bedroom apartment,

and now I'm in Versailles.

I just sent everything
off to Ursula.

Great. So we can leave now?

Maybe in a day or two.

Definitely by the
end of the week.

Jesus.

Harry.

Alma is terrified here.

And frankly, so am I.

I want to... I want to
support you in this.

But a week?

It's asking too much of us.

Doris, it was just drug addicts

looking for electronics, okay?

No one's bothered us for a week.

Do I want to stay? No, but I...

But, but, but, what?

- You guys go. I'll stay.
- No. No.

You will write yourself
to death if you stay here.

Fuck!

Shit!

Ow.

Harry, stop it.

Stop!

- What are you doing?

Get off me! You're hurting me!

- Harry!

Jesus!

- Harry!

Just in time!

I'm hunting duck.

Or, uh, quail.

I don't know, I
just kind of like

the feel of a shotgun when
it goes off in my hands.

- What did you give me?
- What's in those pills?

No one knows except the chemist.

Who's the chemist?

- I need a drink.

Gin martini, to be specific.

You want one? Come on!

10 or 15 years ago,

this area got hit
on the head and ass

by an addiction stick the likes
of which you've never seen.

After the big crash,

a lot of folks out of
work with nothing to do

but get hungy and high.

Heroin at first,
then crystal meth,

then opioids, which made
the heroin obsolete.

But people still needed
that crystal rush.

And cooking meth
is easy out here

if you have the
right ingredients

and don't blow yourself up.

Anyway, this one person...

No one really knows who
they are, by the way...

Starts experimenting
with different recipes.

So it was created by accident?

Well, that's the story.

But you want to
know the best part?

It only works if
you have talent.

So those things you see
haunting around town?

They took the pill,
but they're just hacks.

Wannabes.

See, if you take the
pill, and you don't

have a creative seed
in your brain already,

the pill destroys you... Turns
you into a flesh phantom.

Always thirsty, never
satisfied or employed.

And who knows where
talent comes from? No one!

But now I'm draining
packages of raw steak

to drink the juices, and...

And sucking the blood
out of my wife's finger.

- Mm.
- Why?

- Metaphorically...

I don't know.

Maybe something about, uh,

artists stealing other
people's lifeblood

to inspire our work.

Scientifically, the
drug severely depletes

the four major
minerals in our blood.

See, Harry,

you can't survive on the pill

without replacing those minerals

in heroic doses.

And cartons of cow meat
ain't gonna cut it, champ.

You're gonna need
that fresh, warm stuff

from something that
has opposable thumbs.

Fuck that. I'm not doing that.

Hey, no problem.

Just, uh, stop taking the pill.

But good luck ever writing
anything ever again.

It's like trying to screw
with a dick full of Novocain.

Once you take the pill, you
can't get hard without it.

- I don't care.
- This is all insanity!

Oh, name one successful person

that isn't a little
fucking insane.

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

I hope they like your script
back in Hollyweirdland.

I bet they will.

And then you'll be running back

for those little darlings.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We can leave tomorrow
morning, okay?

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Okay.

I have a few more pages
to write this afternoon,

- and then...

Let's go out and
have that dinner date

that we missed out on.

I was thinking I can just
take pictures of all the rooms

and finish my design
plan virtually.

Sure, yeah. Whatever you want.

What?

You know, my job
is important too.

That Instagram contest I
won... It was a real thing.

There were almost 100
accounts in the running.

- I know that. We're...
- We're a two-income family.

I worry sometimes that you
don't think I'm good enough.

That this is just a
hobby or something.

Sorry, hold on.

It's Ursula.

- Hello?
- Bubelah, I hate you.

Why have you been holding
out on me all these years?

What, do you have
little writer elves

that live in your cabinets
and come out at night

- and type gold?
- Uh, I told you,

It's just... It's
been inspiring here.

Ha! Fuck yeah, it has been.

Because you just got a
green light, motherfucker!

As soon as the execs saw it,

they sent it to Joaquin Phoenix

- Joaquin Phoenix.

Shh! Um, that's very cool.

Uh, did he like it?

He said yes right on the spot.

He said he would
shoot it for free.

That's amazing!

I mean, I-I would never
ask him to do that,

but it's nice that
he... That he offered.

Also, maybe start looking for
some real estate out there

because I just got an offer
from Netflix for an overall.

Love to Doris. Talk soon. Mwah.

Netflix offered me a deal.

We're gonna be rich!

We're gonna be rich!

Ooh, baby!

Oh, sorry baby, baby, baby.

Oh!

We're gonna be rich.
We're gonna be rich.

Oh.

Oh.

Go on.

- Oh, uh...
- Oh, go.

I just, uh... just a quick...

Just a little idea.

I will go and let
you finish your

very lucrative writing.

Okay.

Joaquin fucking Phoenix!

I love him!

Harry.

How ya doin'?

Lookin' good.

No.

It's legal now in
Massachusetts, babe.

He's not here for the grass.

He's here for the
Muse.

- He's going through withdrawals.
- I just need one more

to finish the series
I'm working on.

Well, that's what they all say.

Just one more book,
one more movie,

one more hit play, and then
I'll just stop for good.

It doesn't work
that way, pretty.

There's nothing more
addictive than success.

You've tasted it now,

and you're never going to
be able to live without it.

I know.

I know.

So tell me what I have to do.

First, enough with
the pity party.

Second, take this.

- Good.

Keep your coat on.

We're going out to eat.

I know, honey. I'm so sorry.

I'll make it up to you soon.

It's just...

Being invited to
a writer's group

with... with Belle Noir
and Austin Summers...

When will I ever get
a chance like that?

I love you.

- She's pissed.

She's gonna leave me.

Things'll settle down, Harry.

She'll be plenty forgiving

once you thank her
in your Oscar speech.

How many of us are there?

How many people have
taken these pills?

A few. More lately.

- Why the increase?
- Streamers.

Just so you know, we
don't do them all year.

Just for these few
months in the winter.

We come up here
where it's quiet.

Pop some pills and crank
out some brilliance,

then take the summers off.

How often do we have to...

Eat? Oh... once a week,

if you get a good feed.

I like to snack between meals.

But, uh, I've got regulars

who are happy to oblige
for a couple of shekels.

And what constitutes
a good feed?

There are 9 to 12 pints of
blood in the human body,

and Belle and I
usually split that.

Oh, my God.

I know, honey.

It sounds awful.

Murdering human beings
to drink their blood?

Yes, it sounds fucking terrible!

We're not dining on doctors

or eating up engineers or
snacking on scientists.

We find the ones
who won't be missed.

The ones who are a
drain on society.

It's basically a
community service.

Used to be harder to
find the right types,

but since the opioid
epidemic hit the Cape,

it's a breeze.

Craigslist.

Gotta know what to look for.

A guy who's selling
lots of random items...

A bicycle, and a stereo,

and a guitar, and some watches.

You ask yourself, "What
kind of person sells

that combination of items?"

One that just broke into
a house and stole them.

Addicts and losers
and criminals.

Kind of people who cops
feel were offed by a dealer

or another fucknut addict.

Just remember, there
are only two rules.

Don't ever feed off
anyone in P-Town.

The old sheriff used
to look the other way,

but this new gal is a nosy bitch

who has no appreciation
for the artists' struggle.

And

never take your gloves off.

The pipes froze last week,
so the toilet doesn't work.

Um... there's, uh,
TP by the door.

You can pee in the sand,

but, uh, need to go number two,

use the bucket and, uh, bury it.

You're sweet.

No one will let me crash
when the cold snaps come

but you.

They think I'm contagious.

- Are you?
- No!

I mean, unless we, uh,

make out or fuck or something.

I think the cough's
just bad allergies.

Wanna get high?

So what I'm trying to say

is that... What if
the shark is actually

the good guy of the story?

Quint's been, uh,

hunting sharks for,
like, years, right?

And so, like, maybe
he killed, like,

Jaws', like, brother

or, like, best friend
or something like that.

You know? And so
that's why, like,

Jaws ate that lady and that kid.

So he could get Quint
back out on the water

so he can hunt him
down and kill him.

Wait, is the shark's
name actually "Jaws"?

I met a guy who was an extra
in one of the beach scenes.

Maybe it was "Jaws 2."

Fuck "Jaws 2."

They shot that shit in Florida.

- Pfffft.
- Wow.

- You are so fucking smart.

How do you know so
much about movies?

I love movies.

They're my whole life.

You know, I started writing,
like, five screenplays.

I didn't know that.

Can I read one?

Oh, well, I've started five.

But I've finished zero.

You know, I have
follow-through issues.

But I, uh, just know

if I finished them,
they'd be really great.

You know, we should take
some of those pills.

Look, I, uh,

stole them from Belle.

If I get her off hard enough,

she passes out like
a dude right after.

No.

You know what
these do to people.

Yeah, makes them
rich and famous.

They make you bloodsuckers.

Murderers.

Look, if you want real success,

you've got to
compromise a little bit.

Everyone's gotta go Darth Vader

to get ahead in life,
right?

Wait, you think I'd turn into
one of those pale zombies.

Y-y-you don't think I have
any talent at all, do you?

I didn't say that.

I sleep on the street.

I eat out of dumpsters.

I haven't been touched
by a man in 15 years,

so shitting in
your bucket is a...

A fucking upgrade for me.

But it's better than
being like Belle.

The things she does.

The things she
makes me do for her.

Look at this.

That's my painting.

That's my painting!

Where did you get that?

I bought them at
the thrift shop.

I bought a whole bunch of 'em.

They were like 5 bucks each.

I didn't know they sold.

I took a free painting class
at the Fine Art Center.

I thought they just tossed, uh,

all of them away when
the class was over.

Well, they did.

But not these, 'cause

they're actually good.

You an art expert?

- Well, I've seen some, uh,

TV shows about art.

You know, like, uh,
PBS and shit like that.

They all say

art's about making
you, uh, feel.

So like this one... when I
look at it, I basically can

smell the ocean.

You're talented.

Imagine what you could be
if you took those pills.

You'd be like a...

Well, like Picasso.

Hm?

- I want that.
- I want that so much.

You
see, maybe um...

Oh, I could make
all those assholes

at the market and...
And at all the bars

and... and... and make
them kiss my ass instead.

- Motherfuckers!
- Mm-hmm.

I'd buy the supermarket,

and then I'd burn it
right to the ground.

Asshole motherfucking
fuck faces!

Yes!

I'd buy the biggest
house on Commercial.

I'd have fancy cocktail parties.

And I'd invite all
the celebrities

except for Belle Noir.

Ha.

I can't. I can't do that.

I don't wanna be like them.

Well, I do.

But what if you're not talented?

What if you end up like
one of the bad ones?

- Look around.
- Anything's better than this.

Hey.

We called about
the mountain bike

- and locked iPad.
- Hey, yeah.

Y'all got cash?

My, uh... my Venmo's suspended.

Wow, this place is terrible.

Yeah, thanks.

I've been... I've been
thinking about, you know,

getting it all fixed up, but

cash flow.

This is the, uh, locked iPad.

What's up with the gloves?

Enough talking. Mama's hungry.

How you feeling back
there, handsome?

- Better.
- Like I want to kill myself

from guilt and shame, but

better.

The art you're going
to put into the world

is going to inspire.

You just gave that knucklehead

a chance to be a
small part of that,

which is more than he was
ever going to give to humanity

- if he didn't meet us tonight.
- Ugh, is that my future?

A life of rationalization?

A life of consequence.

- Oh, I feel slightly...
- Buzzy?

That is the crystal
meth in his blood.

You'll laser back in by morning,

but I fuckin' love it

right after a feed with
one of these dopeheads.

Me too.

But you're no good
with a sloppy feed.

We're gonna have to
get you to Dr. Feldman

to take care of those teeth.

Hey.

Can I help you?

Um, I was given this address

for a Dr. Feldman.

That's right.

Is he here?

Wow.

Sexist much?

You're Dr. Feldman?

- I changed my name to Lark.
- Not legally or anything...

That's a real pain in the ass.

But it's kind of hard
to be taken seriously

in the tat community when
your name's Leslie Feldman.

I worked my way through
dental school selling vintage

and doing tats.

That's my real gift.

Dental school was to
make my parents happy,

tattoos were my
passion, you know?

Well, once I took the
little black pills,

I got so good at slinging ink

that I bailed on
being a tooth jockey.

Come on back. Belle
told me you were coming.

I thought the pill
only works for writers.

No.

Anyone with artistic talent.

Have a seat.

People come from
all over the world

to get one of my
artworks painted on them.

If you want, I'll
throw in a freebie

- once we're done back here.
- Oh, no thanks.

My wife and I agreed
never to get tattoos.

It's... it's in
our wedding vows.

Did you agree to
never murder people

and drink their blood too?

Shit happens.

You do know what you're
doing though, right?

With your teeth?

I invented this shit.

I realized it was impossible

to get a good, clean,
satisfying feed

with regular chompers.

Look at animals who
have to tear meat

from an uncooked, fresh kill.

Predatory cats, bears, sharks...

They've all got
major fang action.

Look at it this way...

Doing this will make it so
you have to eat less people.

Okay.

Talk me through the process.

First, we take a mold of
your teeth for the caps.

- Then the filing.

You're gonna want gas for that.

Yeah, it's a big deal for me.

I know, you don't understand.

They want me to do
the entire house.

Yeah, all of it.

Oh.

Alma, Alma.

Sweetheart, sweetheart.

Alma.

You have been playing
nonstop for hours.

I have a terrible headache.

I don't know if
it's the pregnancy

or spending all day staring at
different shades of "greige."

Sweetheart, please take a break.

No, I need to practice this.

I'm not liking this sass, miss.

You don't understand greatness.

Sounds fine to you because
fine is good enough for you.

For people like Daddy and I,

fine is failure.

Hey, hey, hey.

Why are you being so
cruel? That isn't like you.

Look, I know that this
has been hard on you.

All sorts of feelings
about the new baby...

Normal feelings.

And the experience out here
has been pretty traumatic.

I am sorry that Daddy
and I haven't taken time

to help you process everything.

I promise you, as
soon as we are home...

I don't want to leave.

I love it out here.

In fact, I've never felt happier

or more at home anywhere.

You want us to leave
because you're jealous.

I told you, you
don't understand art.

You don't understand
inspiration.

You don't understand how
hard it is to be great.

Daddy and I have found
something special out here

that helps us be great,
and we don't want to leave.

You don't think
I'm a great mother?

I am who I am.

What part of me would not be me

if I was raised by some other
perfectly ordinary woman?

- You are grounded.
- Go to your room.

You are punished.
Go to your room.

Go to your room!
Go to your room!

Pack your things! Go!

Go to your room!

We are leaving tomorrow.

No discussions!

Welcome to the dick dock.

Dick dock?

In July, this place is
like a gay hometown buffet.

Big ones, little ones.

Looking
to top or bottom?

Neither.

- Harry.
- One second.

Is that blood on your chin?

Oh. Must have cut
myself shaving.

Have you seen Alma?

Um, yeah, she went
out for a walk.

What?

She said she wanted
some fresh air.

You let our daughter
go out there alone?

She's fine.

We let her go grab the
newspaper from the deli

all the time in New York City.

There are none of
those fucking things

that have been chasing
us in New York City.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Ugh, God, you know, ever
since we've been here,

you have been hysterical
about everything.

I refuse to be a
helicopter parent.

You killed a man!

All you care about anymore

is your fucking work!

I am killing myself
for this family!

You are being so irrational!

This happens every
time you get pregnant.

You are being insane.

It is not irrational

to worry about our
daughter out there alone

when we both have been
attacked in the last few days!

I'm going to find Alma,

and she and I are
leaving without you.

Without you!

Alma?

Alma?

Alma!

Alma.

Alma?

Alma?

Alma!

Alma!

Alma, baby.

We have to go.

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