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- Okay, so I screwed up.

Give me another chance, I'm his mother.

Forget it, Jodi.

- Isn't a year long enough punishment?

too late.

- No, it's not too late.

Don't talk to me about that court order.

It's his birthday.

God dammit.

Please put him on the phone.

Please put him on the phone.

- Jodi.
- Don't hang up.

I know I haven't been a good...

Come on!

Don't want any more money.

Put your dick in a splint, man.

Can't you just put him on this phone?

Just once, please.

Don't...

Excuse me sir, but
there's a two drink minimum.

I guess I fucked this up too.

- This shit's gotta stop.

What do you think we're gonna do,

step around you for the next few hours?

Who you fooling?

Pills is chicken.

Everybody knows you just
want somebody to come around

and save you and then they
gotta save you every other week.

You wanna do it?

Don't be half-ass.

- La Donna, you're nuts.

- I'm nuts?

You're the suicide.

Come on, I know you're not gonna use it.

Tomorrow I want this
back and I don't wanna

hear about this shit anymore.

- Oh, excuse me.

I gotta get ready, you guys.

- Who ripped out the phone?
- Now what?

- You wanna look?

- It's not coming outta my salary.

- I can't go on again.

- Somebody will come for you.

Nobody's on the floor.

- Hey, that table of dykes is mine.

- You always get the girls.

- They tip good.

Oh yeah, Jodi, Sunday,
your night to lock up.

- Can you handle it?

- What else do I gotta do?

- You don't have to hurt me.

You don't even have to rip my dress.

- It's not what I want.

- Good.

- I have money.

- I'm not a hooker.

Do you think I'd work my
butt off for 500 bucks a week

if I can make it in a night?

- I think you're lonely
and it's been a bad night.

I wanna talk to you.

I haven't talked to
anybody in a long time.

What's your name?

- Jodi.

I don't usually hide out to meet women.

I was waiting for you to
leave, and when you didn't-

- Why me?

- Because you've been crying.

This place is warm, you're cold.

You're still here listening to me.

- I don't go out with customers.

- I think you need a friend.

So do I.

Until dawn.

We'll talk, share something of who we are.

- A thousand bucks?

- For the sleep you're gonna miss.

- I don't have a thousand dollars worth

of things to talk about.

You must be pretty lonely.

- Is that a yes?

- It means I don't give a shit.

- I don't drive.

- You're kidding.

You sure you can afford this?

- Oh, I have a pass.

- Come on, I'm rich,
I'll spring for a cab.

- Bus will be here in a minute.

- Listen, you're a nice guy.

I can't take your green.

Guys that come see you
dance think you're gonna

be something, so you go out
with them and they get bored

because you turn out
to be a regular person.

Come on.

Hey, stop!

Thanks.

So what kind of business
you in, big spender?

- I've never had a guest
in my house before.

- Your house?

I never told you I was
going home with you.

- Are we supposed to go
someplace else first?

- Ooh.

Spare change?

Nice outfit.

- Don't.
- He already has.

Wanna touch my karma?

You wanna get it outta my face?

I wanna suck on your shoes.

- Aren't you gonna do anything?

- Hmm?

- Say yes.

- Yes.

- Just don't hit me with your flower.

Boo.

- Stop the bus!

Stop the fucking bus!

- Where have you been all my life?

No thanks.

Are you sure you live around here?

Are we getting close?

I'm getting cold.

Shit.

You said you wanted to talk, remember?

- Tell me about the daylight, how the sun

feels on your skin.

- How would I know?

I work nights.

- I know about the nights.

- Yeah, well you tell me about it.

- All right

Listen.

The scream of a mouse caught in a trap.

Humans making love with the television on.

A cat watching us from
that bush over there.

Kite is caught in the
top branch of that tree.

- Come on, you're kidding.

What tree?

- That one.
- Hey.

- Can't stand the smell of cigarettes.

It's the smoke.

- What are you, a magician?

Listen, this is not gonna work.

Give me my bag.

- What did I do?

- It's just that I'm not
in the mood, all right?

Hand it over.

- This is my house.

- Yeah right.

- Would you like a drink?

- Beer?

- I have wine.
- Okay.

You really are rich.
- Long-term investments.

- Are you gay?

It's just that you really
have great taste, you know.

I don't have a problem with it at all.

Lot of girls...

- I'm not even human.

- So long.

Move.
- Please.

You called me.

There's a dark space in your soul.

A little piece of death.

- Please!

I just wanna go!

I just wanna go!

- Tell me about your
world, and at sunrise,

I'll end your pain.

- Oh god.

You have
reached emergency services.

All lines are busy, please hold.

- You have just reached the residence

of La Donna Duke.

If this is Brian, kiss my fat ass.

If this is Mom, I'll see you Saturday.

And if this is Wally, tell them it'll be

50 for the Polaroids, not penny more.

- What are you?

- You know.

- Let me go.

I won't tell anyone.

- That's not what you want.

- What do you know about me?

- That you don't want to live.

And if I don't feed tonight, I'll die.

Change your clothes.

Six.

What?

- The dawn.

It's at six o'clock.

- Can't you take some animal?

A dog or a horse?

Why me?

- The blood of animals is incomplete.

It lacks your spirit, your soul.

Look, I rarely feed, and when I do,

I only take the ones that have given up.

I want to talk about the day.

- What do you wanna know?

- How it feels.

- It doesn't feel like anything.

- The sunlight on your skin.

- Hot.

- That's not what I'm asking!

What does it look like?
- What?

- The sun.

- You can't look at it, it's too bright.

- You're of the sun, you
felt it a thousand times.

I've never felt it!

Tell me.

- I was in Palm Springs
and the air felt thick,

and I laid out on the
grass, and it felt so hot

that I thought the sun was hugging me.

- Go ahead.

The rain.

- It rains at night.

What do you want, rainbows?

You picked the wrong girl.

I'm like you, I sleep all day.

If I happen to get up, it's because

the gardener's running his goddamn blower.

- I want to hear about
something I can't see.

I want to touch it through your words.

- Do you want me to give you the day?

I can't.

I don't think about it.

I don't give a shit about it.

Just trying to get through with it.

So do you do this often?

Kidnap someone?

Humans are chattel.

I could take you right now.

- Six o'clock, you said six o'clock.

You want me to talk, I'll talk to you.

What do you wanna know?

Come on!

Ask me something I know the answer to!

- What does it feel like to have a friend?

- I don't have any.

I don't get close to people.

The only person I hang out
with is this girl La Donna.

She's crazy.

It's not like a real friendship.

Sometimes she's there when I need a hug.

What do you want?

I'm afraid to die.

- There won't be any pain.

Our hearts beat.

Yours strong and mine weak,
yours fighting, beating harder,

pulling mine faster, until for a moment,

they're synchronized.

And as your life begins to fill mine,

you'll know peace, while I begin to hunger

again and again, forever.

- Why'd you let me shoot you?

- So you could see how hopeless it is.

Look at this.

You have all these different
buttons telling you

a hundred different things,
you do all this work,

and when you're finished, you're
exactly where you started.

Quite an interesting metaphor
of your civilization.

- Stop it!

You said you chose me
because I wanted to die.

Well, you're right.

Do it.

Do it, kill me!

- Human life is a spark.

You die like insects.

Don't you see, that's your gift.

The adventure of not knowing.

The danger's what makes it worthwhile.

Fear is what gives your life meaning.

My life is endless.

I can't get sick.

If I'm hurt, I heal.

I mean, I'll live to see
constellations change in the sky.

I envy your mortality.

- Are you trying to tell me this is

the best night of my life?

- No, I'm asking you to share with me.

- Fuck you.

- Look at this.

$1500 and I don't know how to work it.

- What are you gonna do?

Show me your teeth, your claws maybe?

Fine night together.

You do Bella Lugosi and I get terrified

and that's your idea of a date!

- Forgot to break this.

Why do you care?

- I don't even like this Barbie.

This is the new version.

I had the old one.

It wasn't wholesome like this one.

She wore a lot of makeup.

You wanted to know about my friends?

When I was a kid, she was my friend.

She was tough.

No one messed with her.

I wanted to be just like her.

At least I have nipples.

Do you touch your victims?

Look at them?

Pose them?

Do you ever take a man?

That's what I thought.

- What's this?

- For cleaning cassettes.

- You're lying.

I can feel the heat off your
body, catch in your voice.

- It's my son.

Okay?

- You're a mother.

- Surprised?

Couldn't you sense my stretch marks?

He was born a couple
months after my marriage.

His father's family is very rich,

and their lawyer told me what
a burden a child would be.

And he didn't even say,
"to someone like you."

So I listened.

They even gave me liberal visitation.

But he wasn't mine anymore.

Then one weekend, I took him.

They found me.

And now I'm not allowed
to talk to him or see him.

- That's the way you want it.

Your voice is hollow and your body's cool.

- What could you possibly
know of families of children?

- My mother was destroyed
when I was a child.

- You were never a child.

- I'm not supernatural.

I'm a separate species.

Not like your fiction.

I was born, not made.

The only things humans have right is that

fire and sunlight can kill us.

We were starving.

There was this coach by
the side of the road.

Had a broken axle.

We killed more than we should've.

Drunk on blood, we
ignored the graying sky.

Felt the dawn, but we couldn't stop.

We couldn't make it home,
so we hid in this barn

and buried ourselves under alfalfa.

I remember tiny purple and red flowers

mixed in my mother's hair.

I guess someone followed us,
and they lit the barn on fire.

My mother tried to protect me.

She covered me with her body.

Her hair was on fire.

She told me to dig into the ground.

I wanted to stay with her, but she started

pushing me so hard into the earth

that I thought she was gonna crush me,

so I had to keep digging.

For a while, I could hear...

Her cries.

And then...

The darkness took her.

When I woke up, I was suffocating.

The dirt was like cement
in my nose and my mouth.

I broke through the earth.

Nothing was there.

Just an empty field.

A hundred years had passed.

Scars on my body didn't fade for almost

a hundred more, some never did.

You see, my people only appreciate beauty.

They shunned me.

I sickened them.

They didn't want to be reminded

that living forever is a curse.

So I grew up living on
the edge of your society,

taking dogs, rats, your dead.

But it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Finally, when I did get
strong enough to hunt again,

that first taste of real blood

began to heal me in ways
the years never could.

So I grew up living in the kind of places

where a child alone is ignored,

and if someone disappears, nobody cares.

- That's why you picked me, isn't it?

I'm the kind of person no one will miss.

Got any aspirin?

- I use them to keep the
flowers alive longer.

- They're not really alive.

They're dead, they only look alive.

Some guy wants to go to bed with you

and he brings you a bunch of dead things.

Never understood flowers.

Christmas trees, butterfly collections.

So where's your coffin?

- I don't sleep in a coffin.

- You're really disappointing.

You can't turn into smoke, be a bat.

You can't fly.

You drink and you certainly
haven't hypnotized me.

Stop staring at my legs.

- I wanted this to be different.

When I saw you on stage,
I thought you understood.

- Everybody thinks I'm dancing for them.

It's an act.

Surprised you couldn't sense the lie.

I don't even remember you.

I don't care about the people watching me.

- Not true.

- It's their needs.

Get off on their energy flowing
inside of me, all right?

That's what you sense.

- You use men.

- You're hurting me.

- We're the same.

We both live off the
energy of other people,

and we can't change who we are.

- You're just mad because you were fooled.

I didn't mean to do it.

I didn't even know you were there.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh god.

Oh.

- Let's have a drink.

- When I was 14, my
mother's boyfriend raped me.

I told her.

Of course, he said it never happened.

Mm.

Got anything to eat?

So the next time he came into my room,

I nearly cut his twinkie off.

Figured that ought to
prove my point.

Of course, he said that I
attacked him though, you know?

Anyways, then I found myself like,

in this like really mental funny farm

with all these way-out people.

All you had to do is turn it on.

Anyways, the whole place smelled
like dirty socks and piss.

It was really disgusting.

The guards, oh excuse me, the aides,

they had a field day cause
I was the only thing there

under 160 pounds and 400 years old.

No offense.

Where's the key?

Anyways, you learn how to turn off,

function on automatic, and
cry when no one's looking.

There was this ventilation
hole in the bathroom.

I thought if I starved myself
I could squeeze on through.

It only lasted about a week.

See, I told you, I have no willpower.

Anyways, I ended up making
a lot of copper enameling.

Still got some nice ash
trays in my apartment.

Think fast.

You got a lady vampire?

How old are you?

Let me guess.

300.

A thousand.

And you're still a virgin.

- I'm an outcast!

- You wanna hurt me again?

Come on, chicken.

Is this what you want?

- No.

The way I look is evolutionary camouflage.

I appear to be human so
you won't believe in me.

I'm not like you.

Oh god.

- You fraud.

"Evolutionary camouflage."

And watch pornos of cows fucking.

I'm just food to you, right.

- You'll never understand the
emptiness of living forever.

- It's the first time I
missed my son's birthday.

- Today?

- Yesterday.

I blew it.

- No, you didn't.

- What do you mean?

- The night belongs to
the day it followed.

See?

The next day starts at
five in the morning.

Look, if you stay up late Saturday night,

fall asleep at two a.m., you don't say

you went to bed early Sunday morning,

you say you went to bed
very late Saturday night.

- So what?

- So tonight's still yesterday.

It's still your son's birthday.

Put your jacket on, I'll get mine.

- Why?

- Where does he live?

- Don't do this to me.

- No, I can give this to
you if you'll just let me.

- You must be married.

Usually about this time of
night, you only get the hoes.

You partying?

I mean, want some shit?

Pretty ritzy neighborhood.

What the hell?

- Just drive.

Bulletproof.

- Wait.

This is it?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- That one.

- Come here, come here.

Come here.

Hold on, hold on.

Don't let go

Let go of my hand.

Look, I only got two, I need one of 'em

to open the damn window, now
let go or I'm gonna drop you,

and your son and I can have a nice talk.

- Daniel.

It's me, Mommy.

Don't you remember?

- Mommy.

- I missed you so much.

I love you so much.

I want you to always remember
whenever you think of me.

Always know how much I love you, okay?

Know something else?

This isn't a dream.

- Mommy, you're weird.

I love you, Mommy.

- Oh, I love you too, Daniel.

- Jodi.

Happy birthday.

Daniel?

You all right?

- Santa Monica Pier, please.

- Very bad neighborhood
this time of night.

Okay.

- Why?

- I owe you one.

Hey, does that blanket
got crabs or anything?

- Oh, lady, please, not my blankie.

All right, but try not to...

Nevermind.

- Haven't you ever been
to the beach before?

- I didn't want to, not
without the sunlight.

I can't find my balance.

- Now you know how I
feel most of the time.

Wait here.

I'll be right back.

- Where you going?

- Well, if they haven't fixed it yet,

it's something I used
to do when I was a kid,

to the neckers.

- Your fastest movement
is like slow motion to me.

I can hear your heartbeat a block away.

- You gave me my son, now
I'm gonna give you yours.

Damn.

- Oh no.

- This is the sun.

You aren't not supposed
to be on the sand yet.

Take off your clothes.

Trust me.

- Do I leave on my underwear?

- Would I take you to a nude
beach your first time out?

Kinky.

Now lay down and close your eyes.

Will you face the sun?
- Hmm?

- Okay.

Now pretend it's almost noon and you feel

the warm salt air all over your body.

You smell something
coconuty and you realize

it's the sun tan lotion in the wind.

Million different radios
are all playing at once.

"California Dreaming," some
Bach, a little rap, Miles Davis.

Cool spray of water hits your
body, and it surprises you.

It feels real good 'cause it
just cooled you right off.

A cry of gulls.

They just sound like another song.

And you're getting really thirsty.

Someone hands you a cold
beer, tastes real good.

Tingles all the way down.

Little kids with ice cream cones

melting all over their hands.

Sand sticking to their bodies
where the ice cream dripped.

The mothers are, they're trying to

clean off their kids in the ocean waves.

Above all is the sun.

Sparkle of it hitting the water.

Holding you.

Warming you.

Healing you.

- Thank you.

- You're right.

I am full of shit.

I didn't want him.

Couldn't handle him.

All this talk about my child
and being a mother and stuff.

Even when I had him, did
I take 'em up to Canada?

No, I ended up in Ventura.

Took them exactly three weeks to find me.

I wanted them to.

I knew they would.

Just needed to tell myself that I'd tried.

I don't wanna die.

I wish I could start over.

- All right, who's been
messing around with the light?

- I think you gave me whiplash.

- Where to, boss?

- Paradise Cafe.

- Why?

- One more dance for me.

- Wait here.

No!

- Make love to me.

You have to.

You have to.

- Bye.

- You will drive home,
destroy tonight's logs,

sleep, and when you
awaken, you will remember

nothing about me, her, this house.

You will remember a rich man who forgot

his wallet in your car.

You threw it in the trash
after removing the money.

Understand?

- What happened to my blankie?

- You ate it.

Drive.

- You could've done that to me.

- I wanted tonight to be your choice.

- Some choice.

- It's not like your mythology.

My bite can't turn you into what I am,

or the Earth would be overrun by my kind.

- What are you talking about?

- I can give you something.

This is too much for
me when I haven't fed.

I want you to know.

No!

It's temporary, like a drug.

It will fade in a few minutes.

But you'll know what I am.

Forgive me.

- I wanna go outside.

What's the matter?

You afraid of me now?

- You want me to take him, let you live?

- Run!

- I need you now.

I can't!

- Don't fight me.

Your power's fading.

- Oh!

Oh!

Oh...

Oh.

- You can't escape.

Every moment leaves you more human.

Thank God!

Oh, oh.

Oh...

Oh!

Oh, god.

Please don't come in!

No.

- It is beautiful.