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Nobody had ever defeated her.

Men were never really her match.

A woman of terrible strong health.

She felt that even in her strong limbs

there was far more electric power

than in the limbs of any man she had met.

A queen as far as she wished.

Father...

That's what he says.

How are you?

She, she only worked here for a week,

so I don't know if...

Oh. Here it is.

I can see how working a job like this

would be concerning to a father.

She didn't leave a forwarding address, they never do.

Did she leave anything?

Well, she made some videos

but, oy, you... you wouldn't want those.

It was a family anniversary today,

she missed it.

The last contact I have for her is you.

-I understand but... -Maybe I should call the police.

Give me a minute.

Can you send Geoffrey in here?

This is our studio designer, Mr. Geoffrey Morgan.

Hello.

Is there something you can tell me?

I wish there was.

Girls come and go so quickly.

You... You wanted this.

We were sorry to see her go.

Your daughter is very intelligent.

We're actually a small fish.

Only 20 studio performers at this location.

One stop shop.

We provide the room, camera, lighting.

That's Annie. She knew your daughter.

Think of the delight

of journeying to live together there.

To love leisurely. To love and to die.

So mysterious, your faithless eyes.

When they shine resplendent through their tears.

Guns blazing,

terrorizing my room.

Squirt on command? You're funny.

He was like, what do you think about

when you're doing it?

If you can type with your dick,

I'll give you my phone number.

Hey there.

Falcon, how ya doing?

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Don't... do that. Don't.

So, how do you want to start?

Cowgirl?

Maybe P.O.V. If you're shy.

Might have to use the Hitachi.

Well, hello.

What do I do?

Do what you feel, hon.

Says here you've never been in my room.

No.

Hero of the hour.

So, where do we go from here?

I've got a cute little g-string

and heels.

Do you like baby oil?

Some girls hate the smell...

I love it.

Goes on smooth...

Makes the skin glow.

I need to talk to you.

Oh...

We'll talk.

Or I will.

Little orphan Annie is very addictive.

You should've never come in here.

I fuck all the sex monsters.

Like this.

Stop.

Stop!

I need to see you.

You are seeing me.

In person.

And why would I do something stupid like this?

I was at your office today, I know where you work.

- What? - They told me you know my daughter,

Mary Rose.

Is this a joke?

- Let me see your eyes. - I can't.

This session is over.

All right.

Move closer to the camera.

Closer.

Tell me a story.

Keep the sunglasses off.

- I can't do that. - Then we're done.

What story?

I don't care. What you did this morning.

I went out...

- And? - I walked.

- Where? - A pet store.

There were reptile cages, I saw a mouse.

A mouse?

A white body, brown spots.

Pressed against the glass, breathing.

His front paws were raised, pressed together.

Like he was praying.

Behind him, a snake.

Twisted. Several times larger than the mouse.

Many times larger.

Asleep.

The mouse was breathing.

It's just a matter of time...

Before the...

Snake would wake and swallow it alive.

His eyes just stared at me.

Well, there we are.

Little orphan Annie, Mary Rose.

Well, Annie is our top cam score girl.

She can walk into a home depot

and have an orgasm.

Our site ties into over 200 chat models

around the world.

200 plus chat rooms times 100 plus guys, average per room,

equals 20,000 tootles 24/7.

- Wow. - Yeah, wow.

Get her up to speed, start a profile page.

I want her live today.

Got it.

And no talking to the customers.

- Make sure whatever you do... - Hey, y'all.

So. We go on with premier chat.

- Premium. - What?

Premier means first.

It's a misnomer,

like a movie for the first time.

What you mean is premium, exceptional quality.

Superior.

That's what you're trying to say.

- Hey, you got a sec? - Sure.

What's up?

Three clients pm'd me about overcharges.

You double billed on the exclusives.

It's an accounting mistake.

You're double charging the clients

and shorting girls on the backend.

You think people won't catch on?

We offer refunds, what's the issue?

They cancelled their memberships.

Now they're spamming the forums with negative posts.

Who cares what a couple of douchebags say?

Everyone in the business cares.

It's negligence. Or outright theft.

Now, now.

You shouldn't be talking shit like this.

I've put two years of 90-hour work weeks in,

put this company on my back.

I can't carry you anymore.

I know you funded US, but...

There's no saving this arrangement.

I'm meeting with the bank next week,

putting some things in place,

I'd like you to think of a number.

Something fair.

You're buying me out?

I have that contractual right.

What?

I don't know, I'm just thinking.

What was it that you wanted that time? Belly dancing.

Mid east markets are exploding.

Nobody provides Arab language dialects in north Africa, Turkey.

Fuck Turkey.

You weren't so particular

where we found the funds to launch.

Opaque accounting. It's stone age shit.

You're a dinosaur, Syd.

Think of a number.

I started reading Anna Karenina today.

I recommend it.

Any of you into reading?

Anyone with a book suggestion?

Bad?

Strategy change.

Oh, Mary Rose, you're so hot.

You guys should definitely get some.

It's Mary Rose's first day here.

Oh, my god.

I ordered. I hope you don't mind.

Can we switch seats?

Sure.

She told me about your eyes.

Photophobia.

Migraines?

What's it like?

Aura phase, flashing yellow lights.

Faces blur.

You know, my mom has migraines.

Hey. She told me about those super dark shades you're wearing.

Can I?

- I'd rather not. - Oh, come on.

Wow, you really see things differently, huh?

You can't go out without them.

So, how long before you...

Uh, 15 minutes in moderate light...

Less in direct light like this.

I bet you look weird in pictures.

Syd's always peeping in on US with those security cameras.

So, maybe there's something on one of those tapes.

Maybe.

What was her last day?

There was a meeting on Friday. She never showed.

Nobody knows where she went.

We buried her mother, a year ago yesterday.

We were supposed to remember her

at the cemetery and...

You know, she might have just quit.

That wouldn't surprise me.

I mean, Syd's got US

in that crazy day-night schedule.

Expects US to work from 4-7.

- Waiter. - Waiter.

Hey!

Let's get you out of here.

She says you're a recluse.

I go out.

Is that who I think it is?

I took Mary Rose to the lab once.

She saw the caged mice and ran out, crying.

How many have you killed?

I don't know, thousands?

Was never lucky with pets.

I had a bird once.

- Want me to get that? - I'll get it.

- Fine. - Good.

Look, it's just a visit.

Liz is concerned.

Good, good.

We missed you last week.

I apologize.

Family friend, concerned about my daughter.

Look, she's okay.

She's smart.

You know, her show,

no one ever saw anything like it.

Maybe someone at work knows where she went.

- What did Syd say? - Nothing.

Like the police. They say wait.

She'll turn up.

You can't blame yourself.

Of course I can.

Take a girl.

Normal childhood, good home and upbringing.

She goes to college. Full academic scholarship.

She's brilliant.

Then...

One day, dad...

Wakes up with a headache.

The headache gets worse when he steps into sunlight.

A month later, he can't look through a microscope

for 30 seconds without pain.

He's fired from his job.

Soon after his wife, contracts cancer,

and very quickly dies.

The girl drops out to take care of the dad she once knew,

but... that dad is gone.

Look, I'll ask around.

See what I can find out, okay?

I brought him in. Me!

Now he makes a play for the business

like I'm some kind of schmuck.

Sydney, when my people came in on your business,

they were unhappy to discover they'd be sharing the pie.

Now, this person wants the whole pie.

What did I say about this, detective Songa?

- What about the girl? - Her name's Annie.

She's with US.

How do you know?

I can see it in her eyes.

Well, it's true.

Sometimes a woman doesn't have to say anything.

Her eyes say it.

Do her eyes say it?

Yes.

Because there is a simpler way.

He has a pregnant wife.

As you wish.

But I want detective Songa to represent our interests.

And Sydney, it is your responsibility.

I understand.

Let's get you on the table.

Synthetic skin meshes with original skin.

Purified stem cells injected into affected areas.

Stomach fat liposuction.

Stem cells slow the aging process.

Now, I want you to visualize your childhood.

Visualize your body.

All the times the other kids called you fatty.

The loneliness you felt, because of your size.

Wanting to peel away your flesh.

To emerge anew, reborn.

Cleanse the spirit, and the flesh will follow.

All your anger, all your violence,

it has to come out.

I want it.

It's mine.

Scream for me!

Scream, Sydney!

You're fucking cheap.

Cheap, cheap, cheap.

How about $3 for a 20-minute private show?

Broke-ass fucker telling me how nice my nipples are.

Go tell your mama how nice her nipples are.

Hey, check out Lita.

He sent her $500 offline.

What happened to the no meeting customers rule?

Yeah, drink your tea, baby.

I saw a girl today selling flashes.

$5 for flashes.

Fully naked is $50, and five vids for $75.

Upsell, baby.

She charged for moaning his name.

"Stay hard for me, Hundo. Oh, oh, right there, Hundo."

"Fill me up, Hundo."

"So good."

"Don't come yet, Hundo."

"Please don't come, Hundo. Oh, let me fuck you, Hundo!"

"Hundo!"

Good-looking kid. Everybody loves him.

But when that new wife of his...

I wonder what she'll think of his Friday nights?

Fucking disgusting.

What about the woman?

We film it.

You get a call, you get your people in there.

He sees a detective shield and he crumbles.

He thinks it's real.

What if the girl won't come in?

She will. Guaranteed.

And if he doesn't bite?

You hit him with assault charges

work your way up to rape.

Threaten to tell his wife.

Fifteen years in jail.

He'll sign over his piece.

A half hour inside of...

Sorry.

What? What did I say?

No, I don't need money.

Why are you raising your voice?

Can't you just accept what I do?

This is my life.

Sorry.

My dad. He's...

He's fucked up.

- His eyes, they... - What?

He can't stand light.

He's constantly in pain, and it messes with his mind.

He takes drugs for it.

At least, he used to.

Until...

Mom died, last year.

My dad died awhile back. I get it.

Trying to find that missing girl.

- Hear anything? - She skyped with ivan44.

- That asshole? - He offered her $2,500 for face-to-face.

- Bullshit. - Look, Syd was there.

What?

The other night with Songa,

that guy from the liposuction place.

The ex-cop?

They were carrying around this giant red thermos.

Like the kind that they use in hospitals.

Nice girl.

All the neighbors liked her.

Don't touch anything.

I called the cops on the others.

- Others? - One had a phony cop's badge,

other was dumpy. Swiss cheese face.

Pock marks? Polyester shirt?

Yeah. Yeah.

Keep him busy.

I know what goes on in those websites.

All that talk. "Oh Jerry, fuck me!

You fuck better than James Bond."

So? Do you?

Do I what?

Fuck better than James Bond?

I'll be back in ten minutes. I want you out.

Check it out. It's her last day.

Everyone she chatted with. Everyone she contacted.

Skype calls, pm's. We can follow up.

Maybe get lucky.

Look at that.

To what do I owe the privilege?

Trying to get information on Mary Rose.

You skyped with her last week.

- So? - So I'm trying to find her.

You got a lot of fucking balls.

You banned me.

That's because you're an asshole, Ivan.

Did she say anything?

Yeah, she did.

I talked to her yesterday.

- What time? - How's 7:00?

I've been thinking about this for a long time now.

Where is she?

We go private first. No meter.

You wanna perv in me? Okay, just tell me about the girl.

You know the drill.

Fine.

Is this what you want?

- You know what I want. - Oh, I know.

Backing you up onto the bed.

I say, "don't move." And you say, "yes, ma'am."

I take one hand and tie it,

take the other wrist and tie it.

I take one leg and tie it, and then the scissors.

Cutting the fucking clothes off your body.

He wants a face-to-face.

Who's that?

It's her father.

He stays outside.

Fine.

This won't take long.

Someone wants to watch.

Little different, isn't it?

When you don't have control. A little different.

- Let's finish our business. - You wanna make another joke

about balancing a beer bottle on my head?

I never said that.

What would it take,

for a man to get through to you?

Give me what I want.

You make suggestions, but there's nothing behind it.

Do you even remember what holding a man feels like?

How long has it been?

See this, this is real.

Flesh.

- It's what you've been missing. - Ivan...

Cake my arms in deodorant

and fuck you under the Botticelli.

Maybe you didn't hear the lady?

Location of the girl?

Let him go.

It's okay.

Wait for me outside. I'll be right there.

He doctored the tape.

She was never here.

How do you do it? Guys like that.

Hey, I do laundry on Mondays like anybody else.

Melt down, pick up a few candy bars. Chocolate saves the day.

It's just a job.

My thing.

How is it, without the pills?

Aura phase hallucinations.

Life is a waking dream.

- Trippy. - Depression.

Displaced rage. Suicidal tendencies.

- Not so trippy. - Mm.

How do you deal with it?

When it gets real bad, I tell myself,

"tomorrow.

The sun will come out tomorrow.

Bet your bottom dollar tomorrow there will be sun."

Sun?

Yeah. I can't win.

Hey.

Someone check this out.

That fluid electric force.

That could make any man kiss her hand

if she so willed it.

A queen as far as she wished.

She's reading Baudelaire.

We won't hold it against her.

But she never rested.

Until she made the man she admired

kiss her hand.

In both senses, physical and metaphysical.

Conquer his country.

How long have you known me?

I don't know.

- Do you trust me? - Sure.

Coming in tomorrow night? You and Geoffrey?

Come on, Syd.

Simple question.

Fine.

Yes, I am seeing him tomorrow.

You know, playing two bosses against each other,

not a wise career move.

I'm not playing you, Syd.

- No? - No.

All right, I'm gonna ask you something now.

Been saying it for years.

There's an underserved market

that finds mental stimulation as sexy as the physical.

Thanks? I think.

English lit major?

Spanish concentration.

You read Cervantes in the original?

This is my thing. Now, all I need from you is silence.

No.

No?

You're gonna have to choose this time.

There's only gonna be one of US here next week.

I understand.

- Don't you fucking do that. - It's okay.

You remind me of my ex.

He too, threw little fists like this.

This is a major fuck up.

Don't you understand?

You're asking for something I can't give.

Choosing him.

- What's he got, a big dick? - I'm not choosing him.

I don't understand, what do you want?

Do you want to take care of me?

You want to pay my rent?

Come on. You gotta drop this.

Listen, I'll talk to Geoffrey.

Get him to back off, okay?

Sure.

Okay?

Yeah.

You made a hit with Geoffrey.

So did you. I heard something.

- What? - Something about dog walking

on Friday nights.

He's off the chain for a little while.

- Why? - Tired of the drama.

Gotta text him.

- He's kinda cute. - Oh, now you're interested.

No.

You'd look good in latex.

What do you do exactly?

No sex, he doesn't touch me.

$1,500 an hour.

I wouldn't know what to do.

I'll let you wear the cat suit.

I don't know.

It's your call.

How much did you make today reading poetry?

Twenty bucks.

Repeat after me...

You corporate Ivy league scum.

Change of itinerary, that's all.

I just need a day. Two at the most.

Her eyes betrayed you.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Syd cleans his own house.

Or we do it for him, and we own the house.

Stay here. I'll bring her down.

- Who is this? - Chanel.

She pm'd me last night. Hold tight.

Hey!

What are you doing hanging around

with that mopey?

His fucking eyes, what's his problem anyway?

Acute light intolerance.

A disease of the cornea. That's in the eye, Syd.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Maybe you should stay away from him.

- Oh, really? - You work for me.

You've been warned.

Hey, check this out.

What am I looking at?

Two months ago, Syd wanted me to buy it.

Same sweat stain. He switched mine for this.

So, where's yours?

Question of the hour. Syd's off the wall.

He and Songa are like, Siamese twins all of a sudden.

That liposuction place.

Syd never locks his office.

I'm gonna go up there, have a look.

That is not a plan.

Just meet me at my place. 10:00.

- Yes? - Okay, okay.

I gotta go.

So, what brings you in?

My own reasons.

- Tell me about the why? - I'm sorry?

Why you're here.

I'm looking for Mr. Songa.

In regards to?

My missing daughter.

I see.

Detective Songa isn't here just now.

I'd be glad to deliver a message.

I am sorry to hear about your daughter.

- Any luck with the search? - No.

Work backwards.

Approach it in a logical manner.

People don't just disappear.

Sometimes they do.

There has to be an explanation.

There aren't bad men behind every bush.

- What's that? - Biological materials.

- Human? - Yes.

There's a contamination risk.

Proper procedures have to be observed.

Where do the contents go?

The incinerator.

Well, if there's nothing else...

You okay?

I see you walking.

I'm waiting for someone.

One of the girls? The fat suck doc.

Beautiful girls always wanna get cut.

On me.

Ever go to the heritage?

I go for the double features.

Wouldn't lay my hands on the armrest.

Or sit too close to my fellow man.

That would be a signal.

Men would walk up and down the aisles,

looking for signals.

One time the place was empty,

and the screen, a woman was being whipped.

She was crying, and it occurred to me...

She wasn't acting.

It started out as acting. Changed dimension at her.

The camera rolled, and the whip came down.

And it tore at her.

And the film broke. It snapped.

Up on the screen was her face,

the second before the whip fell.

The terror of it.

There were only a few of US in there

and there wasn't a sound.

Maybe the projectionist fell asleep.

But we were watching this woman.

The fear in her eyes.

Then the film burned. It burned.

The screen went white.

I don't know what happened after that, I left.

But I remember her face,

she wasn't acting.

See, the groveling thing, that's not me.

How do you think I'd do if I laid down a bet?

Say, five to two odds

you never had your mouth shut by a man?

- You'd win. - I'd pay to watch that happen.

Would you like to participate in your sport?

Correct.

Read much?

All in Spanish, her name right here.

- So? - So, I saw her with it her last day

- and you've got it. - Doesn't mean shit.

And the cat suit? That stained piece of shit.

I didn't want it the first time

you gave it to me.

Like I didn't want any part of your plan

that night with Geoffrey.

- You're fired. - Where is the girl?

- Get out! - Or what, you'll call the cops?

Go ahead, call them. I know a thing or two, Syd.

You can't threaten, you can't blackmail.

Leave!

You've entered this office illegally.

Now, come out, or I'll shoot you dead.

You're under arrest. Keep your ass right there.

Do you know what phantom limb is, officer?

Man loses his leg, continues to feel it.

Amputees claim sensation for years.

Not another fucking step.

Do you think it's the same when you lose a child.

Stop.

You play with flames,

but you don't want death on your hands.

- What happened to you? - What are you doing here?

I was just with Syd, I need to speak to you.

- What? - Did you go to the office?

Yes. Why? What's the problem?

I can't be responsible for this.

- No one is asking you to. - Mary Rose is missing!

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

I went up there for you.

What did I say?

Don't bark at me. I'm not your daughter.

Well you never could and never will be able to fill her shoes.

Wow. She was right.

You're crazy obsessive. No wonder you drove her away.

Go home. Your fan club awaits.

Lecturing me?

I can see why she gave up on you.

Untidy, isn't it?

What happens on the other side of the screen.

You're a facade.

Ivan was right.

Anne.

He let you go?

That makes no sense.

I'm seeing Geoffrey for a session tomorrow.

If he knows something, I'll get it out of him.

You okay?

I should go.

Hey...

It's going to work out, okay?

Tell me about your bird.

It was birds. Two.

Mom bought them, my 18th birthday.

Mine was rock...

Hers was roll.

I left him with her when I split.

Three years later, dad dies.

I come home.

Mom is drinking vodka, the usual.

But this time, she has rock in her pocket.

She's going to kill him.

So, I take the bird, I put her to bed.

I come back later, ask her... where rock is.

She says, "rock disappeared."

And now roll is gone too.

I had that little bird in my hands and...

I opened the door.

And I knew it was wrong.

Free the bird and you kill the bird.

And he flew off.

What are you...

I'm on my way.

Maybe we shouldn't touch anything.

I mean, the cops need to look at this.

All right, I'll call them.

Wait, wait. What are we doing?

I told you I was blindfolded. I couldn't see who killed her.

Well, that's not gonna cut it.

I didn't chain myself to the stall, Syd.

How could I have shot her?

- So, what happened? - I don't fucking know.

You have to know.

Look, the cops are gonna call me in.

I'm gonna have to tell them what I found here.

They're gonna call Annie in.

She's gonna tell them about your Friday nights.

I never touched her.

I told you, I never saw that gun before.

I heard voices, there was a man, maybe a woman.

There were three of them.

And?

This isn't happening.

If the cops come in, it's gonna make the news.

It's gonna be all over the Internet too.

It's gonna be hard.

Ivy league guy battling his demons.

Plain vanilla wife at home, not knowing.

I don't know what to do. What do I do?

Police are gonna want transparency,

right detective Songa?

Luckily, this situation can be saved.

Detective Songa has some pull in the department.

Yeah, we could... we could clean up this accident,

we can get rid of the body.

And then you'll cede all rights,

powers, and responsibilities

of this corporation to me in the next 48 hours.

Stay in, to keep your job under those conditions.

What?

Or you can take your beautiful pregnant wife and leave.

Or, I'll call the police myself.

Ah.

Repeat after me,

you corporate Ivy league scum.

You know what I want.

You fuck better than James Bond.

I take one hand and tie it.

When you're doing it.

- Aura phases. - My mom has migraines.

- Faces... - Trippy...

I want you to visualize your body.

Can't you just accept what I do?

This is my life.

On me.

You okay?

I saw you walking.

I'm waiting for my daughter.

On me.

Please, I just want to talk.

- Seriously? - Two minutes.

All we ever do is talk.

I laid the wreath today.

What did I say? No more.

- Did you get the money? - I don't need money.

Or the emails, or opening my door

to find 12 letters from you.

Nobody even writes letters anymore,

you write me 12 of them, why?

Because you don't respond.

Why are you shouting? What is wrong with you?

We can get you re-enrolled in school.

-We can get back... -Can't you just accept what I do?

This is my life.

Banned.

I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd say hello.

How you doing?

- Fine. - Good. Good.

We missed you last week.

Look, this is just a visit. Liz is concerned.

And because you work hand-in-hand with Liz, you are concerned.

We both are.

- Are you sleeping? - Einstein went his entire adult life

with five hours of sleep.

I doubt that's true.

Look. How can I put this into words that you'll understand?

Your little visits, fail to inspire.

"Corporate Ivy league scum."

Your words.

The last time you slammed the door in my face.

It doesn't have to be this way.

It's not complicated, William.

Your phone rings, my phone rings.

We go from there.

Click the phone icon. Keeping you entertained is my community service.

- Very generous donation. - I'd like to see you.

You are seeing me.

Face-to-face.

And why would I do something stupid like this?

I've been a fan for years.

Really wanted to make it to the chat expo.

Why didn't you?

My father passed away.

- Take off your glasses. - What?

Let me see your eyes.

What happened to your father?

A brain tumor. Stage four.

Made the decision to stay at home.

Said good-bye to friends and family there.

My father died of a brain tumor.

He wouldn't go to the hospital either.

Death is a motherfucker.

Pain never leaves. You never forget.

But memory dims with time.

I ordered, hope you don't mind.

Can... can we switch seats?

Sure.

Thanks for coming.

I was curious.

I looked at your logs,

you don't have any recorded privates.

You should stop by my room sometime. Say hello.

Sure will.

I saw on your profile you're friends

with another girl, Mary Rose?

Yeah?

What would it take to get to see her?

- What for? - Well, what would it take?

- You mean, for sex? - No.

No. Nothing like that.

I'd just like to see her.

Well, try a private a message. Direct approach works.

Well, she banned me. For no good reason.

It really pissed me off as a matter of fact.

Your eyes.

She told me about you.

Pleasant things I hope.

Look, whatever this is, it's between you and her.

Jesus...

I happen to know my daughter is in very great danger.

Let me go.

One scream. Now?

- A mouse? - Is this what you like?

- Maybe a P.O.V. - I had a bird.

- What did I say? - One scream. Now?

This is my life. Banned.

What the fuck, man?

So, what are they getting for privates?

- $6.99 per. - Wow.

And they tie in token purchases...

- What is it? - Got a man.

Says he's the father of one of the girls. He needs to see her.

Well, what is it? An emergency?

That's what he says.

Send him in.

This is our studio designer, Mr. Geoffrey Morgan.

How can we help?

There's been a death in the family.

I can't get ahold of my daughter.

- She works here? - What's her name?

- Mary Rose. - Her real name?

Mary Kay Merran.

Is she here?

I'm sorry, but we don't allow

public access to our employees.

No exceptions.

Look, her mother just died.

Cancerous bacteria destroyed lung

and kidney function in less than a week.

Hemorrhaging.

We couldn't stop the bleeding.

You should've seen the look on the nurses' faces

when they changed the dressing.

I see.

Relations with my daughter haven't been good.

I didn't want to tell her on the phone.

I would very much appreciate being given the opportunity

to speak with her.

Working a job like this

must be concerning to a father.

I think we can make an exception.

We're actually a small fish.

Only 20 studio performers at this location.

One stop shop. We provide the room, camera, lighting.

What the hell?

- I didn't mean to come. - Your father said...

No, that is not my father.

- Mea culpa. Can we talk? Can we? - Security.

- What are you doing here? - You banned me!

Take it easy.

Why didn't you return my messages?

- Go to my office, okay. - Your mother died,

doesn't that mean anything to you?

- Please! - What kind of person...

- Hey! - What have these people done to you?

They're bleeding you!

I will save you! I will save you!

I will take you away from here!

Let me take you away from here!

- Let me go! - Get out of here!

We're calling the cops right now!

You son of a bitch!

You're the criminals!

Fuck!

Are you okay?

- You okay? - Yeah.

What's that?

His wallet, with all of $5 in it.

- And a name. - Which is?

Steven Alexander Kemp.

I'll get this to the police. You'll be fine.

So, what brings you in?

My own reasons.

Tell me about the why?

Steven, the last time you were here,

- we discussed... - Noted and logged,

every fucking syllable out of my mouth.

If you're going to fight me,

maybe you should leave right now.

I'd like to talk about alternate avenues

of psychiatric evaluation.

- Now, I can recommend... - Not acceptable.

- You're off your meds. - I am.

Zombie two step, not my idea of living.

- And what is living? - Life.

Life is when light isn't denied you.

When you can look up at the sun

and not feel pain.

No one can look into the sun.

I made breakfast yesterday.

Cracked the egg.

And looked at it for five hours.

You were having hallucinations?

- Yes. - What are you doing about the visions?

Acting on them.

We've been here before.

This is a delusional phase brought on...

My daughter is living with those people.

They got her believing that they care about her.

They don't care about her, I care about her.

Steven, you don't have a daughter.

You ran out when I told you that

last time.

What you're experiencing is a psychotic episode

brought on by your aversion to light

and the lack of medication.

You threw these at me last time.

I can't compel you to take them,

but I think it would be wise.

The medication will stabilize you.

I have another patient waiting.

You can come back tomorrow for a scheduled appointment.

There's no schedule.

I know you feel I've let you down.

I may have. I'm not perfect.

But I need you to know that I would never

steer you towards a treatment

I didn't think was in your best interest.

We've gotten through rough moments before.

Not like this.

In my medical opinion you may be a danger.

Either to yourself or others.

I need a sign.

Otherwise we may have to consider a more...

Comprehensive treatment plan.

That won't be necessary.

I'm sorry?

You're right.

Don't tell me what you think I want to hear.

Mesolimbic pathways, starts at the brain stem, leads to the cortex.

I understand everything that's happening to me.

You see in front of you a person.

- Not the person I was. - The person you might be.

Yes.

Tomorrow at 3:00. Please be here.

I can't believe you did this.

It's nothing.

People send me money, not cakes.

- Try it. - Mm.

Thank you. Thank you.

-♪ Happy birthday to me -♪ you

-♪ happy birthday to me -♪ happy birthday to you

♪ happy birthday to you

♪ happy birthday to you

wish you were here. Thank you, falcon.

You're welcome.

- Tell me. - No.

Tell me, come on.

Mary Kay. Are you happy?

Mary Kay. No last name?

Like Cher. I like it.

Merran. Stupid, right?

So, are we on for tonight?

- We're gonna take a pass. - What? No. Come on.

I'm not feeling it.

I thought you handled that situation

very well.

- It's kinda sexy. - Give me a break.

Okay. Just one of you then.

I'll bump it $200.

Heads or tails.

- Call it. - Heads.

Tails it is.

What are you...

And now it's time

for party chat with the sex monsters.

No Genghis, share me in party room,

then you can have me to yourself in private.

Because David, you might be 16.

Your dad won't appreciate the credit card bill.

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