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[ voice indistinct, echoing ]

[ birds' wings flapping ]

[ growling ]

Don't you watch me!

[ horn honks ]

You think you're going
to crawl into my brain
and see a show?

Is that what I am?
Is that what you think?

What I think, Mr. Ledbetter,
is the temperature's dropping.

Get your greasy thumbprints
all over my brain!

Well, I got legions
of angels up here,
like little moths,

and they're going to
beat the hell out of you
with their wings.

Freaks.

I'm gonna crap you out,
Stuyvesant!

- Who-Who's Stuyvesant?
- You're Stuyvesant.

I'm not Stuyvesant.

I'm with the Department
of Social Services.
No, you're a zit...

on Stuyvesant's ass,
but you're Stuyvesant
just the same.

You're all Stuyvesant.
Tell him...

don't send no more
no-face errand boys to catch me,
'cause I hear ya coming.

I hear your chains--
clink, clink.
You sound like defeat.

You even smell like defeat.
You smell like--

like degradation.

Happy Valentine's Day,
Caveman.
[ laughs ]

[ horns honking ]

Hey, yo, Caveman.
Give us
a fucking tirade, yo.

Yo, what's that fucker
Stuyvesant up to, man?

[ all laughing ]

Help you?
I don't know you.

No, no, no.
You on your own, son.

You got your troubles,
[ Chuckles ]
I got mine.

Do I look like
I can help you, huh?

Help you?
I don't even know
who the fuck you are.

All right, Michael,
thank you.

Mister? Mister?
Got a pencil?

A pencil?
What do you want
a pencil for?

I wanna balance it
on the end of my nose.

You want to
write something?

I got a pen.

Hey, keep it.
What the hey, right?

*
[ Humming ]

*
[ Classical ]

[ Man ]
Can I ask what
you're writing there?

You want your pen back?

No, no, no.
It's okay.

You a musician or a--
Mm-hmm.

What do you play?
My skull.

- I used to play piano.
- You had a piano, huh?

There were a great many
at the school I attended.

- What school did you go to?
- Juilliard.

Juilliard?

You went to Juilliard, huh?

How the hell
did you wind up here?

I'm here because that bastard
wants me here.

What bastard?

Don't play stupid.
The bastard that lives
in that tower.

He sits in his tower,
and he watches.

And what he sees,
he doesn't like.

I mean, it curls
his stinking, rancid blood
what he sees.

And what he sees
is a free man!

That old Stuyvesant,
you know what he says to that?

He says, "We're gonna
crush that nigger.

Oh, yeah, send some Y-rays
that nigger's way."

Don't back off, pinstripes,
you fucking coward.

Stuyvesant's gone and laced
your mind with Y-rays.

You're living like
a jackrabbit.

Oh, yeah, run, Stuyvesant.
But I see ya.

Stuyvesant!

You see me?
Well, I see you
right fucking back!

[ Voices Whispering,
Indistinct ]

[ Whispering Continues ]

[ Man And Woman Whispering ]

What lies are you
telling us now?

[ Urinating ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yep?
Lulu, listen to me.

- Romulus?
- Stuyvesant killed someone.

Where's he calling from?

- Tell her I'm home.
- He got a phone
in that cave now?

Tell her my home
is not a mansion,
but it suits me fine.

He freezes to death,
I'm not paying
for his funeral.

She says--
I heard her.
Listen, Lulu,

this time,
I've got the evidence.

[ Sighs ]
You do, huh?

There's a body
outside my cave.

That's rough, Rom.
Listen, I just pulled
a night shift.

I am sound asleep.

Please, child.
Please, just come on over.

I know what
you're thinking.

B-But this dead thing
he left outside my cave,
it's real.

[ Romulus ]
It's so shiny real,
it hurts the eyes.

[ Woman ] ... believed to be
another victim of
the Arctic cold wave.

The dead man was identified
as Scott Gates, 20 years old,

unemployed and homeless.

Oh, that sucked.
Can I go again?

A young man has been found
frozen to death here
in Inwood Park.

You saw this no-face
prop the body in the tree?
That's right.

But you were in there
in your bed the whole time?

How'd you see all this?

I told you,
I saw it on my TV.

What kind of shows
you get on that TV?

All of them.
The whole heady broth
of American culture, right?

You get cable?
Lieutenant.

Can I talk to you
for a moment?
[ Chuckling ] Yeah, sure.

Look, I know this guy.

I've seen him around.
He's completely delusional.

Why don't we just-
Get your hands off her!

Take it easy, pal,
we're just having
a little chat.

Don't touch my daughter,
squashface. Ever!

Your daughter?

This man is your father?

Why didn't you
say something?

Maybe I don't meet her
momentous expectations.

But I'm still a witness.
I know who the murderer is.
Now you write it!

- Write what?
- The name of the murderer,
which you already know.

Cornelius Gould Stuyvesant,
now write it!
Daddy!

Tell him to write it.

I can't tell him anything,
he's my boss.

Hey, what the hell, pal,
that's the way I like 'em,
open and shut.

How do you spell Stuyvesant?

You know how to
spell it.

[ Voices Whispering,
Indistinct ]

[ Voices Whispering,
Indistinct ]

[ Voices Continue,
Indistinct ]

Aah!

Go ahead and kill me.
For Christ's sake, Rom.

I'm dead already.
Matthew?

It's you who found him,
wasn't it?
Found who?

Scotty.

He knew they were
going to kill him.

Matthew, you're shivering.
I don't care.

You're too cold.
I loved him, Rom.

I wanna die, too.

[ Sighs ]
Okay. Okay.

Not right now, okay?

Come on.

They killed him, Rom.
He was just too beautiful
for them.

Ah, God, Rom, wasn't--
wasn't he beautiful?

He was dead
when I saw him.

Yeah,
but you met him.

The dead kid?
I don't think so.

Well, he knew you.

He said you weren't afraid
to speak the truth.

No shit, Rom.

He called you "The Voice."

He did?
He was just a kid.

He was fucking innocent
till that bastard got his
fucking hands on him.

Stuyvesant?

David Leppenraub.

Who?
David Leppenraub.

Don't you know, Rom?
The photographer?

I mean, he's fucking famous.
He does these pictures
of angels,

and everyone's always going on
about how beautiful
Leppenraub's angels are,

and, yeah, they're beautiful
because they're Scotty.

Scotty was
Leppenraub's model?

He was his fucking slave.

He was so ashamed of
the pictures, he wouldn't
even show them to me.

That bastard took him up
to his farm, tortured him,

got him strung out on dope.

He-He even branded him, Rom.

He burned a heart
on Scotty's ass.

And then when he was done
with him, he threw him away,
like a fucking piece of trash.

I found him on the street
like that, you know?

I didn't care.

He was still beautiful.

He was beautiful to me.

But he couldn't let it go,
you know? All the shit
that happened to him.

He kept telling me
that he had this tape
of the torture.

He was going to
get a bunch of money
from Leppenraub for it.

That's what got him killed.

You tell the cops this,
Matthew?

Come on, Rom,
look at me.

Who do you think they're
going to believe, huh?

Me? Or the great
David Leppenraub?

[ Voices Whispering ]
What sins have you committed?

Y-rays.
They're listening.

There's nothing you can do,
Matthew.

You and me, we're too small.
He knows that.
He likes that.

You know him?
You know Leppenraub?

I don't have to know him.

I know the man he works for.

[ Voices Whispering,
Indistinct ]

You have any-any sins
to confess, my child?

Come on, Rom,
I feel ridiculous enough.

You can call me Daddy.
No one listening.

So what are we
doing here, Daddy?

Suppose I-I told you
I knew who killed
Scotty Gates?

You did tell me...
and my boss.

Just-Just hear me out.

Suppose I told you
that Scotty Gates was killed
by a very famous artist?

And suppose I found a way
to slip you his name?
David Leppenraub?

You-You know
about Leppenraub?

Apparently, everybody
knows about Leppenraub.

Scotty Gates was going
all over town crying
how Leppenraub had abused him.

So what?
I think the same thing
about my employer.

He told everyone
he was going to get revenge.

So, Lieutenant Cork made a call,
and Leppenraub said, yeah, Gates
had tried to blackmail him,

and he politely told Scotty
to go to hell.

And then he politely
murdered him.

There's no evidence of that.
Hell, there's a body
in the tree.

Daddy, Gates was a nutcase.
No offense.

But he was running around
in the middle of winter
with no shirt on.

Everyone thought he was
going to freeze to death.

We think it's reasonable
for us to assume
that that's what happened.

Very, v-very reasonable,
except for one thing.

- What's that?
- He was murdered.

[ Sighs ]

Daddy, you live in a cave.

You watch the news
on a TV that's plugged
into nothing.

You think there's a guy
on top of a tower that's trying
to take over the world.

You're not well.
Why don't you let me
get you some help?

And just who would you get
to help me, Lulu?

Just-Just who you got
in mind for your old man?

Rom, I-I got to
get back to work.

That what you call it, Lulu?
You call that work?

Terrorizing innocent people
while murderers roam
the streets like rats, huh?

And you ashamed of me.
I should be ashamed of you!

You tell your boss he can't
snake this one over on me.
Tell him he can't kill me,

'cause I'm reaching
for my wallet.

He can't torture me
with his anal broomsticks.

You tell Stuyvesant
I'm going to tear
his tower down! You--

[ Man ] Bored? Depressed?
Tired? Need a lift?
An added dimension?

Baby girl, baby girl,
I got what you need.
Fuckin' taste, man.

I-I just need a front, man.
I got that smoke.

You know I'm fucking
good for it, man.

Please, man, please.
Don't make me fucking beg.

I got that smoke.
I'll take
whatever you got, man.

I'll lick
your fucking pockets.
Come here.

Junkie, you offend me.
People like you,
you're like fucking tumors,

and I just want to
cut your ass out--
Shaker, Shaker,

undertaker, look what
your garden has grown.

Get the fuck away
from me, Caveman.

[ Shaker ]
Yo, got that smoke.
Yo, yo, I'll give you two--

I'll give you two for one.
Can I offer you some?
Sardine, be a sardine.

Get caught in the net.
Get squeezed in the cage.
Caveman!

You want to disappear
from this world, huh? Huh?

You want to learn that trick?
'Cause I can teach you.

You stinkin' motherfucker.

Yo, yo, got that-- Come here,
I got the smoke with me.
Roll with me, roll with me.

Matthew, come on.

You-You said there
was a tape, right?

Yeah. Yeah.
Of the torture?

- And Leppenraub made it?
- Yeah, he made it.

So sick,
he liked watching it.

But the guy running
the camera,
he wasn't into it.

Just doing what
he was told.

So he made a copy
of the tape for Scotty.

I guess he thought he was
doing him a favor.
Protecting him.

So now Leppenraub
has the tape back?

I don't know.
But the cameraman,

he must have
the original, right?

So what's his name?
Where can we find him?

How am I
supposed to know?

Why don't you ask Leppenraub?

So, now you think
you're a detective?

I got eyes, Sheila,
I can see things
other people can't.

Like me?

You still think
I look like this
after all these years?

[ Laughs ]
You're no smarter than
when I married you, are you?

I'm gonna find the evidence,
Sheila. I'm gonna nail
this Leppenraub bastard.

Ah, baby, if your shit
was a rocket ship,
you could go to the moon.

Now why you gotta stick
your nose in matters...

that do not pertain to you,

and don't give me
some bullshit about love.

The dead boy knew me, Sheila.
He called me "The Voice."

It's Lulu, isn't it?

You wanna prove yourself
to her?

You wanna win her respect?
Try soap and hot water.
Try getting a job.

That's just what
Stuyvesant wants, isn't it?

Get a shave,
get a job, relax.

Well, not this time, Sheila,
because Stuyvesant left
that valentine outside my door.

He thinks he got to me this time
by leaving that particularly
nasty, fucking insult.

It pisses me off.

Sir? Sir?

You can't sleep in here.

It's like an oven in here.
What, are you trying
to bake us?

Are you making a pie?
Sir, you're going to
have to leave.

- Will you marry me?
- I'm calling the police.

Call the preacher, my love.
I love you more
than life itself.

I'm dialing right now.
I know you're dialing
the preacher, my love.

I hear your heart beating,

like a newborn...

butterfly.

Arnold?

Hello?
[ Romulus Laughing ]

- Who is this?
- [ Laughing ]

It's-It's Rom.
Romulus?
Romulus Ledbetter?

I do not believe it.
I thought you'd--

My God, I heard you were living
in a cave or something.

A little rough, a little rough,
but things are good now.

Uh, living in Tahiti.
Tahiti?

W-Well, San Francisco.

Was in Tahiti.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay.

Rom? Rom?

Rom, are you there?

[ Clears Throat ]
No, no, no.

Everything's good.
Great.

- How you doing, Arnold?
- Same old. BBC's doing
an opera of mine.

You're not still...
composing, are you?

Um, just-just did a piece
for the, uh,

the New Pastorale Festival.

Wow, that's great.
A sonata, uh,

inspired by this guy
David Leppenraub?

You know his pictures?
This is incredible.

David Leppenraub's
a friend of mine.
Oh, my God! Is he?

Hey, hey. Listen, Romulus.
This is--well, I mean,
it's just a thought,

but we're having a fund-raiser
up at David's farm.

That piece of yours,
do you think you could
perform it for us?

This Saturday.
[ Stammers ]

Oh, hey, look,
it was just an idea.
[ Laughs ]

[ Stammers ]
Be glad to.
Great! Great.

This is gonna be
some surprise.
[ Laughs ]

Hey, mister?

You got a suit and tie?

You want a suit and tie?

Got a gig upstate.
Old classmate got it for me.

Old classmate from Juilliard?

Right. You remembered.

Let me ask you something.

You say you went
to Juilliard.

What can you tell me about,
say, Scriabin?

Who?

The Russian composer,
Scriabin?

What can you tell me
about him?
Nothing.

Ah, [ Scoffs ]
of course you can't.

Take care, my friend.
Scriabin.

I can't see through
to the least flicker
of that man's divinity.

Poeme Divin's okay.

That Promethean chord of his?

Nothing but a dominant ninth,
few hocus-pocus suspensions.

Play the F-sharp, it's "G,"
the "A" is B-flat.
You see what I mean?

You can't impose divinity
on a chord.

A chord's divinity has to
come from the inside out.

You know?

Betty?
This is Romulus.

Hi, Romulus.

Romulus is a homeless man
who needs a suit of clothes.

Uh, not-not homeless.
I live in a cave.

He's the one
I told you about, remember?

Remember?
The music man, Bob?

That's it. Right.
Come on.

Th-That's some view.

You'll grace us?

Nice detail, Bob.

Bosendorfer '36.
Very good.

Everything in here
is from the '30s.

Ohh, that's what it is.

Yeah, I'm
a bankruptcy lawyer.

The Depression was
something of a golden era
for my kind.

Please, play something,
anything.

I-I really couldn't.

- Why not?
- Honey, if he doesn't
want to play--

I wanna know
if he can play, honey.

Please.

[ Voices Whispering,
Indistinct ]

[ Sheila ]
Fight it, baby.

Show Stuyvesant
you're not scared of him.

Play the damn thing.

*
[ Classical ]

One hand-me-down suit
coming up.

That was wonderful.
Why does it hurt you
to play?

That was another life.

[ Water Running ]

You like?

[ Betty Gasps]

Oh.

Oh! Oh.

Romulus, what size shoe
are you?

Uh, 12.
Hmm.

Bob's a nine.
Well, maybe just
keep 'em hidden.

There you go, Romulus.

We wouldn't want you
to freeze to death.
[ Chuckles ]

A toast.

Honey?

To the eternal cycles
of failure...

and reorganization, huh?
[ Laughs ]

So, tell us, who is
Cornelius Gould Studebaker?

Stuyvesant.
[ Bob Clears Throat ]

Darling? Maybe we better not
talk about Mr. Stuyvesant
right now.

Make you nervous, Bob?
Something you don't
want her to know?

We wouldn't want you
to freeze to death.
[ Laughs ]

I really love that one, Bob.
Wouldn't want to find you
propped in a tree.

[ Indistinct Voices ]

What is it?

It's a new weapon.

It's something
I've never seen before.

Z-rays.

I'm so sorry.

I-I really must be off.

If I've been impolite
or ungenerous in any way,

please, please, please,
forgive me.

I-I really must be off.

My undying gratitude
for the clothes.

Whoo, what are my chances
of pulling this off?

About zero.

Rubbing bellies with zero,

unless you all simmer down!

[ Laughing ]
Look at you!

You are a sight
for sore eyes.

[ Arnold ]
Remember Stacy Kensinger?
Flautist, great lips.

Stacy. Stacy?

Uh, maybe she came
after you left.

Why'd you leave, anyway?
I mean, nobody fucking
ever leaves Juilliard.

Oh, well, uh,
got Sheila knocked up.

Really?
That was it?

Christ, you could have
found some way.

Well, the last time I saw you
was at Lincoln Center.

The snow out here
is a different color.

[ Arnold ]
You couldn't play that day.
[ Romulus ] Blue,

like skim milk.

You know what I think?
I think you were afraid.

You know how they say
some people are afraid
of success?

Well, this therapist
I've been seeing...

thinks it's because
we don't want to
surpass our fathers.

[ Whispering Voices,
Indistinct ]

[ Woman ]
Romulus?

Rom!

Great lips,
where does it all go?

Just didn't care much
for recitals.

Hmm. Yeah.

[ Dog Barking in Distance ]

Lao-Tse,
how you doing, girl?

Lao-Tse, get down!

She looks scary,
but she's a sweetheart.
Hi, dog, hey.

Moira.
What a magnificent day.

Hey, dog. You think
I'm running a con, don't you?

You think I'm the shoes
and not the suit.

- [ Growls ]
- Lao-Tse, stop bothering
our guests.

- You're right.
- [ Growls ]

No bother.
No bother.

So this is your
brilliant friend.

Hi, I'm Moira Leppenraub.
I'm David's sister.
Mr. Ledbetter?

Romulus. Rom.
[ Dog Barking]

Lucinda!

[ Laughing ]
Baby, baby boy!

Arnold tells me
you're a genius.

- At what?
- Music.

Oh, is that all?

Why? Is there more?

I can put a lit match
in my mouth...

and when the lights
are out, I light up
like a jack-o'-lantern.

The man does not
promote me right.

Tell her about the time
you burned a hole
in your tongue.

Juvenile bullshit.

Sheila, what are you
doing here?

Watching you make
a fool of yourself.

What are you
doing here?

I have to prove
Leppenraub's guilty.

Prove to who?
To the world.

To Lulu.

Lulu needs a father,
not some psycho Sherlock Holmes.

You're gonna get yourself
in deep shit.

Look at her. Like a cat
itching to get scratched.

You better watch your back,
baby.

- Shall we go in?
- I-I'll do it.

Oh, thanks.
Um, just this way.

*
[ Opera ]

Man on a Horse...

I was at this exhibit,
and it was basically penises--
big, small, fat, skinny--

all in pastel.
No, thank you.

[ Chattering ]

Don't you watch me!

[ Man ]
Joey!

Could you be a little less
conspicuous, please?

Sorry.
Please excuse him,
Mr. Ledbetter.

He's a filmmaker.
I can't seem to
get rid of him.

Apparently, some people find
my life terribly interesting.

I'm David Leppenraub.
I'm honored to have you here.

And-And I to be here.

I was very flattered to hear
that my work inspires you.

Oh, well.
[ Chuckles ]
Why?

Excuse me?
Why do you like
my work?

Well--
This one.

What do you think?
What do I think?

That's what I asked.

It's empty.

Empty?

So empty,
it hurts the eyes.

You see, the angel
is-is looking heavenward,

b-but he can't see because
Stuyvesant has sucked out
his soul and just left a shell.

He's empty.

"So empty it hurts."

Now that I like, amigo.

"It hurts the eyes."

Watch your head.

Does it hurt,
Mr. Ledbetter?

It's supposed to.

All great art
is born of suffering.

Tell me what you feel.

In what dark,
damaged place
does it infect you?

Deep, ancestral,
primordial pain.

Shame, fear--
that's what my work
is all about.

Fear and transcending fear.

Guts versus fear.

It's really all there is.

I'm told I'm something
of an expert on fear.

Let me show you this.

My latest.
What's your verdict?

Guilty.
[ Laughs ]
And your evidence?

Don't have any.
Not yet.

That's a different kid,
isn't it?

It's not the same model who's
in the other shots, right?

You are perceptive.
Most people can't tell.

That's Joey, the asshole
with the video camera.

My regular model had vertigo,
and I needed him up in a tree,

but heights
made him twitchy.

Is that right?
Who was your regular model?

He doesn't work
for me anymore.
Joey took his place.

Really?
What happened to him?

What difference
does it make?

Right, what difference
does it make?

After all,
they're just bodies.

I mean, after the body's done,
just chuck it,
hang it from a tree.

You playing some kind of
game with me, amigo?

This stuff could go out
of fashion real quick, right?

People find out the real story,
they don't want it
in their house.

Who the hell are you?
Suddenly, it's not worth
millions--

What do you want?
You want to blackmail me too?

Stuyvesant wouldn't
like that.

- What's this
Stuyvesant shit?
- What's this murder shit?

I don't know who the hell
you are, but you listen to me.
I loved Scotty Gates.

Oh, I bet you did.
Like a son.

Why'd he run around telling
people you tortured him?
Because he went crazy.

- Why?
- How the hell should I know?
I wasn't even here.

I had an opening in Cologne.
When I came back, he was gone.

His boyfriend broke up with him,
maybe that was it.

Love, it gets in your head.

[ Voices Whispering,
Indistinct ]
[ Man ] Not yet!

[ Stammers ]
Love...

it-it will--
it will do that to you.

Look...

I owe you an apology.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I-I heard these rumors.

That's all right.

I suppose it's just
part of being who I am.

Wild envy surrounds me...

and rumors.

Too many goddamned rumors.

[ Leppenraub ]
One of them actually had
the nerve to call my work...

"victim art."
[ Chattering, Laughter ]

[ Distorted Voice ]
Trying to believe these stories
of oppression and cruelty.

Does it hurt?

[ Indistinct Voices ]

[ Voices Continue ]

I like you, Romulus.
It's too bad you can't
be with us longer.

Excuse me?

Well, let me rephrase.
If the price of rapture...

is a mountain
of suffering,

shouldn't the fee
be paid?

So long as nobody gets hurt.

"So long as nobody gets hurt."
I like that.

My brother likes
to hear himself talk.

You'll get used to it.

Excuse me.

He died of fright, didn't he?

[ Breathes Deeply ]

[ Man ]
Mr. Ledbetter,
is now a good time?

- For what?
- To shoot you.

I guess now is as good
a time as any.

Wow. You're really scared
of the camera, aren't you?

[ Laughs ]

Camera?

I'm wanting to do
a quick interview, so you can
talk about whatever you like.

Where?

I do a lot of taping
down there in the coach house.

Is that where you made
the video of Scotty?

What?

Come on, Joey, you know
what I'm talking about.

Look, there's-there's
no tape, man.
That's just a rumor.

But you know better, right?
Because you made it.

Shh. Please.

You a cop?
Mm-mmm.

Well, how come you know
about the tape?

A friend of Scotty's told me
about it. You were a friend
of Scotty's, weren't you?

Scotty's dead, man.
But he still needs justice,
right, Joey?

Look, I don't want to
talk about Scotty now.
Please.

You're scared.
You're scared of your boss.

Please!
They'll hear us.
You don't know.

Well, why you so scared?

Because I've seen
what he can do.

You can't imagine.

Wh-Where's the tape?
[ Moira ]
Romulus?

It's safe.
[ Door Closes ]

I've been looking
everywhere for you.
It's time.

Time for what?
Piano time.

[ Applause ]
[ Chattering ]

[ Plays a Few Notes ]

[ Chuckles ]
I haven't started yet.

[ Sheila ]
Just play, baby.

Just get from this side
of the piece to the other.

[ Breathes Deeply ]

*
[ Vocalizing ]

[ Voice Whispering,
Indistinct ]

[ Voices Whispering,
Growling ]

[ Romulus Thinking ]
What? What is it?

What am I smelling
in this place?

There's some foulness here.

The smell of mendacity
and evil.

[ Wings Flapping ]

[ Voice Whispering,
Indistinct ]

[ Romulus ]
What is this stench?

Is it the rotting boy
delivered outside my cave?

Is that what I'm smelling?

The sweet valentine
you delivered?

What is this reek?

Is it the smell
of torture?

The brand burning his flesh?
Is that what I smell?

It's all of you,
isn't it?

It's the smell
of your heartless art
and your bone-dry theories,

like last week's vomit.

And the heart has vamoosed
from this culture long ago.

And anybody gets wind of that--
You tortured him,

killed him, and you make
a videotape of it
and call it art.

I won't have this.
You hang the body from a tree
to teach the Caveman a lesson.

And you burn the Caveman's
eyes out with blue skies
and green ducks! Green ducks!

Get your hands off me!
I haven't found the clue yet!

You lied to me.
You're still in that cave,
aren't you?

And you won't get me
out of that cave, either.
You can't matchbox me!

Stuyvesant! We're going to
bring your tower down!

Stuyvesant!

[ Man ]
Get out of here.

[ Engine Revs,
Tires Screech ]

[ Grunts, Coughs ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunting, Whimpering ]
[ Gunshots ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Whimpers, Barks ]
Lao-Tse, what is it?

[ Barks Louder ]
What is it, you dumb dog?

What?
Lao-Tse!
[ Barking ]

[ Gasps, Screams ]

Romulus?
[ Lao-Tse Barks ]

Lao-Tse, come here.

You scared the shit
outta me.

You here alone?
Yes.

Why'd you leave the party?

I hate those parties.
What the hell
happened to you?

Your-Your brother's hit man
tried to run me over.

Photographers do not
have hit men, Romulus.

Yeah, well, you tell that
to the no-face with the gun.

You're psychotic,
aren't you?

I-I have brain typhoons.

Brain typhoons?

Swarms of moth-seraphs
howl in my skull.

Lies vex them.

Then you'll understand
if I don't invite you in.

Mm-hmm.

Your brother tortured Scotty.
That is a vicious rumor.

And when Scotty started to
spread the word around,
your brother had him killed.

- David loved Scotty.
- Not what Scotty says.

Scotty had a nervous breakdown.
He was a dope fiend.

Who made him a dope fiend?

Go on, girl,
go on out.

Come in here.

Scotty was a junkie
when we met him.

David likes damaged souls.
He says they make
better subjects.

If it were true,
if David hurt Scotty
in any way,

believe me, I would have
known all about it.

Scotty and I were friends.
I was devoted to him.
What are you doing?

Looking for clues.

What kind of clues?

Well, this is the place
that they did the shows, right?
The torture shows?

[ sighs ]
Oh, God.

[ gasps ]
Don't be scared.
It's not real.

It's all fake, Rom.
It's an illusion.

He uses prosthetics,
clay, wax, all these props.

None of it's real.
David says he wants to
"provoke the viewers,

set off tremors
in the subconscious,"
I don't fucking know.

[ stammers ]
S-See, what's that?
What?

That-That looks like
real blood.

It is.
It's yours.

See, Stuyvesant uses Y-rays
to terrify and-and destroy.

See, Y-rays are crude.

Y-rays are tax collectors
and police brutality
and drug wars...

and backed-up toilets.

- But this new weapon--
- Z-rays.

Mm-hmm, Z-rays.
Z-rays are green
and soft...

like moonlight and seductive
and...much more vicious.

Z-rays smell like
a rich man's bank account.

They smell like success.

Rom, this is a great story.

I love the no-faces
and that guy in the tower,

but, um, you know
it's bullshit, right?

It's not reality.
No, of course not.

Okay.

Stuyvesant's much truer
than reality.

Stuyvesant invented reality.

You're hopeless,
aren't you?

I'm hopeless.

Turn around.

What?

Got a match?

Yeah.

[ laughs ]

Were you scared?

No. Are you?

Yes.

[ Sheila ]
Some white girls will fuck
any kind of black man.

Crazy, homeless.

Leave me alone, Sheila.

So, uh, what do you
call yourself doing?

Digging for evidence?
I'm getting close.

Something happened here,
I can feel it.
I bet you can.

I got Leppenraub on the run.
He knows I'm going to get him.
I'm going to nail that bastard.

I think
you're being misled.

Misled by whom?

By you, as usual.

I think you got it all wrong
about these people.

You better open your eyes,
take a look around.

Leave me alone, woman.
How'd you get in here, anyway?

I rode in on your dreams.

Well, ride on out.

You better wake up, baby,
before you get murdered
in your sleep.

You hear me?
You better wake up.

[ nervous chuckle ]

Don't mind
a little dark.

[ shuddering ]

Daughter?

Jesus, Rom,
what are you doing here?

I didn't--
I didn't get you anything
for Valentine's Day.

B-But I found these,
and they're still
in pretty good shape.

Don't worry.
I-I don't wanna come in.

I-I just need a ride home.

So, where you been?

What happened to you?

I guess
I cut myself shaving.

You don't wanna
tell me, fine.

I haven't seen you shaved
since I was a girl.

You look good.

I-I needed a change.

There's a shelter
in my precinct.

There's a waiting list,
but, um, I could get you in.

See that building
over there?

That used to be
Sisters of Mercy Hospital.

Uncle Augustus--

that's your
great-uncle Augustus--

he used to lecture there.

He was a surgeon.

Did I ever tell you
about him?

Look, Ward's Island.

D-Do you remember
that little playground?

Yeah, you said pirates
lived there once,

and there was
buried treasure.

You used to call me
"Captain."

You used to dig
in that sandbox for gold.

- Look it, Daddy.
- Once I found a balloon there.

[ chuckles ]
You-You thought
you found a balloon.

No! No!
You cried--

Yeah, you cried
when I wouldn't blow it up.

You did blow it up
for me.

No, no, I-I bought
a real balloon.
I blew that up for you.

[ laughing ]

Daddy, thank you
for my flowers.

Little late.
Still, it's the only
Valentine I got.

I didn't get you
anything.

Oh, you-you still could
if you wanted to.

There is something
I-I kind of got
my heart set on.

What?

It's something I want more
than chocolates or a car or--

What do you want,
Daddy?

The autopsy report
on Scotty Gates.

[ sighs ]

I wish
I could shake you.

Just shake all that
crazy shit out of you.

Goddamn!

Just a second.

Just for a fucking second,
it was like we were...

talking.

Like I was actually
talking to my father.

You break my heart.

[ sobbing ]

Get out.

Get out!
Get the hell out!

Matthew?

Rom.

I changed my mind.

I don't wanna die.

Who did this to you?

[ Matthew ]
A couple of guys
with stockings on their heads.

Like those fuckers
you're always talking about.
Shut the fuck up.

They wanna scare you, Rom.
They wanna shut you up.

You gotta stay nasty
on them, Rom.

Stay nasty
on those motherfuckers.

[ Moira ]
Lao-Tse. Come on, girl!
[ dog barks ]

[ Car Door Closes,
Engine Starts ]

Whoo!

[ Lulu ]
You break my heart.

[ Chuckles ]

"The Victim is the Killer."

*
[ Woman Vocalizing ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]
[ Leppenraub ]
Does it hurt?

Please.
It's supposed to.

[ Scotty Breathing Heavily ]
Your pain moves me.

[ Sobbing ]
Tell me what you feel.

Shame?
Please.

- Fear?
- You're brilliant, okay?

- You're a brilliant artist.
- [ Leppenraub ] You're soft.

- [ Gasping ] Please!
- Soft as a pillow.

Please!

[ Woman Vocalizing Continues ]

[ Scotty ]
How long--

Why don't--

Why don't you let me die?

Faker.

You haven't experienced
real pain.

...don't you let me die?

[ Tape Rewinding ]

How long--

*
[ Woman Vocalizing Continues ]

Why don't you let me die?
Faker.

You haven't experienced
real pain.

...don't you let me die?

You don't wanna watch that.

Joey.

Give you nightmares.

So, you found
my hiding place.

But you're not
a detective...

and you're not a cop,
so who are you?

I-I'm the one
that found the body.

- The homeless guy?
- Not homeless.

I live in a cave.
So what the fuck
you doing here?

What if he saw you here?

Scotty asked me to help him
before he was killed.

He asked me to help,
and-and I didn't.

So what,
you feel guilty?

You feel like
it's your fault?

Your fault.
Jesus Christ.

J-Joey. Joey.

What d-did he do to Scotty?

Listen.
I came here...

because I thought
David Leppenraub

was the greatest artist
of the human psyche
who had ever lived.

That he knew
all about suffering.

What attracts us to it,
you know?

Why we seem
to reach out to him.

I wanted to be
one of his disciples.

Carry his cameras, film him,
do whatever he wanted.

Whatever he asked,
I did.

So did Scotty.

Except once.

Up in that tree.

See, Scotty was scared
of heights.

David wanted to tie him
to that branch,

but no amount of dope
would make him do it.
Give me your hand.

- I can't.
- Let go of the tree.
Give me your hand.

It'll be fine.
I can't.
I can't let go.

Would you just trust me,
please?
David, please, I'm scared.

[ Leppenraub ]
I want you to be scared.
Come on, we're losing the
light.

- I can't!
- Scotty, if you damage
that fucking cage,

I swear I will throw you
out of this tree!

But David,
he's terrified.

Get down, you pussy.
Get out of the fucking tree!

Joey, take off your clothes.
You'll pose this one.

Scotty, get down.
I'm going, and I'm not
coming back, either.

Where are you going to go,
Scotty?

You're never going to touch me
again. I'm gonna tell everyone
what you did to me.

Are you?

So, he came down,
and I went up.

And I was
the crucified angel.

Greatest moment of my life.

I got to be inside
Leppenraub's vision.

You have no idea
what that meant to me.

And-And Scotty?

I never saw him again.

Wanna know what I think?

I think
he brought him here.

I think he had Scotty
in the freezer.

I think
he froze him to death.

Give me the tape.
Why?

We can fight him,
go to the cops.
We can't fight him.

There's no evidence.
The tape!

Against David's lawyers?
They'd rip it to shreds.

You don't understand.
You can't fight him.
You can't run from him.

You can't just give up.

Why not?

Don't you see?

You're next.
You're the next angel.

- I know.
- [ Leppenraub ]
Joey!

Duck! Hide!
Joey!

Saw you with someone.
Who was it?
Who?

You were talking to someone.
Who was it?

Romulus!
What can I do for you?

I need a place to stay.
The cave's not safe.

Uh, I don't think
you can stay here,

but I can call
a shelter for you.

Come on in.
Come on in.

Have a lime rickey.
[ Laughs ]

Hey, everyone,
this is Romulus.

[ All ]
Hi, Romulus.

[ Chuckles ]
This is a Bob
and Betty festival.

[ All Laughing ]

May I propose a toast?
Sure.

To the eternal
and-and everlasting cycle...

of failure
and resuscitation.

Hear! Hear!

To the fact the cycle...
seems to be stuck.

And-And the Bobs and Bettys
are always on top.

[ Bob Laughs ]

Let's drink...
to those on top,

stay on top.

And let's drink
to those poor slobs
down below.

'Cause they'll always
be "shitslogging."

Am I right?

They'll believe
all of the lies
we tell them!

- [ Laughing ]
- You're losing it, baby.

Don't bother yourself, Betty.
No need to call the cops.

You're safe up here.

Nothing can touch you.

I need you to believe me.

I need you to believe me.

[ Woman ]
Leppenraub Foundation,
can I help you?

[ Romulus ]
I have a message
for David Leppenraub.

Tell him this.
Tell him the Caveman
made a copy of the tape.

Right? Joey Peasley
has the original,
but I made a copy,

and if he wants it,
I'll sell it to him.

Tell him that.

[ Lulu ]
My dearest Lulu,

"By the time
you read this letter,

"they will have killed me."

"And you'll know
that everything
I've been saying is true."

"Get Matthew to tell you
the whole story.

"Go to Leppenraub's farm.
Make Joey give you the tape,

"then take all the truth
you've gathered...

"and drive Leppenraub
through the gates of hell.

"I'll meet him there just inside
and deal with him."

[ Romulus Reading Along ]
"At this very moment, Lulu,
in some other court of time,

"I live not in a cave,
but in a tree house."
[ Screams ]

"A tree house by the sea."

Please, don't!

"You and I are down on the sand
making a castle."

"And your mother is wading
through the shallows,

"gathering enough sand dollars
to make us all filthy rich."

[ Screaming ]

"I love you. Daddy."

I said don't fuck with us.
Where is it?

If-If you're gonna kill me,
you'd better do it quick.
They patrol around here.

Oh!
You're gonna talk.

[ Gasping, Coughing ]

You have to kill me
and torture me, but hurry.
Get to the killing.

No, no, no,
we're not gonna kill you.

We're not gonna torture you.
See, that's too easy.
That's too cruel.

We're gonna torture
your daughter, little Lulu.
135 Cole Street.

- [ Indistinct ]
- We're going there right now,
Caveman. Wanna come?

[ Screams ]

No! Aah!

Aah!

[ Gasping ]
See, Caveman,
you're gonna go with us.

We're gonna party with that girl
all night long.

Phone call.
Phone call.
What?

Hell no.

I'll get your tape
for you.
[ Lulu ] Where?

[ Romulus ]
Hey, hey, Captain.

You know the guy that owns
that little videotape?

Well, he wants it back,
and he wants it back
real bad.

No explanations.
Tell her where to make the drop.

I'd really appreciate it
if you would bury
that treasure for me.

Rom, what are you
talking about?

Did I--Did I hear
somebody with you?

Yeah, yeah,
you heard right, Captain.

Look, I-I know it's late
for this pirate thing, but...

these guys really need you
to do that tonight.

Do what?
Look, bury the treasure...

at the place we talked about,
where you found the balloon,

and-and then clear out.
Hang up.

Rom, who is that?
Look, Captain.

I won't ever ask you
for anything again.
I promise.

I know you think I'm crazy,
but-but I always
keep my promises.

All right?
Bye-bye.

[ Hangs Up Phone ]

Baby, what are you doing?

If Lulu knew what I was
talking about, I could call
to her and warn her.

He will kill you.
But she'll get away.

What if she just turned over
and went back to sleep?

Then we'll lose her.
But she's gotta be
in that playground.

- There's no other choice.
- Come on, asshole. Move!

Let's go!
Move your ass!
What's your hurry?

Look it, Daddy.

Is this it?
Get in there!

What the fuck is this?
You want me to kill you,
don't you?

Police, don't move!
Drop the gun!

I got a gun pointed
to your father's head, bitch!

So don't spook me.
Put your gun down.
Do it, Lulu!

Wanna see his brains, bitch?
I said drop the fucking gun!

- Shoot him!
He'll kill us both!
- Hell no!

You think I'm gonna kill a cop?
Put the gun down and I'll run.

Moth-seraphs
of divinity of vengeance,
I need you.

Put it down, girl!
Lulu, kill him!

Let him shoot me!
Do as I say,
I'm your father!

Do you want me
to kill your father?
Put it down!

Now.

Don't! Don't!

[ Gunshots ]

Don't move!

You fucker!
Lulu, over there!

He's over there!

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming ]
Daddy.

Daddy, Daddy,
it's all right.

It's all right.
He's gone.

Are you shot?
Am I?

It's all right.
We're all right?

We're not shot?

You're alive.
I'm alive.
How can that be?

He wasn't aiming at us.

He was trying to finish off
his partner here.

Operator, this is
Officer Ledbetter, New York
City Police Department.

I'm at Ward's Island
playground.
I need a bus forthwith.

I have a perp shot
and the other perp fled
over the footbridge.

He's armed with a gun.
Send backup forthwith.

Shaker.

[ Cork ] You know him?
Mm-hmm. Shaker.

It's Matthew's dealer.

We're looking for the one
that got away.

We figured they must have
overheard you and Matthew
on a street

talking about this valuable tape
and decided they wanted
some of the action.

How's he connected
to Leppenraub?

Caveman, come here.

You see that pack of vermin
down there?

If Leppenraub's name
comes into this, no more
quiet investigation,

no more slowly
building a case,

just fuckin' weasels
everywhere you step.

Listen, Caveman,
this is detective business.

All due respect,
maybe it's not for you.

Maybe you need what's called
a "rational mind."

Yeah, m-maybe--
maybe you're right.

I should leave
the police work to you.

Meanwhile, I'll give
my first press conference.

Oh, fuck!
Caveman, what do you
want from me?

The autopsy report
on Scotty Gates.

Your daughter dropped it
off this morning.

Knock yourself out.

It says,
"The-The 'periorbital' spaces...

are-are free
of extravasated blood
and edema."

It says,
"The-The 'sclerae'...

"are an--

'anicteric.'"

What it doesn't say
is anything about a brand.

Matthew says Scotty
was-was branded.

"Blood-red valentine
on his butt."

Why doesn't the autopsy
mention that?

It's just gone?
Vamoosed?
How'd it do that?

What the hell's
Stuyvesant up to now?

[ Knocking ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Sighs ]

Did you fuck Scotty Gates?

[ Chuckles ]
Did you come all the way
up here to ask me that?

Mm-hmm.
Why?

I have to know.
[ Panting ]

If you fucked him,
then you saw his butt, right?

Right?
I guess so.

Then, you could tell me
if-if there's a heart brand
on his butt.

A heart?

I guess I could.

If I saw his butt.

But...
I didn't see his butt.

'Cause I didn't fuck him,

'cause he's gay,
among other things.

Do you think that I fuck
everybody, Rom?

You-you said
you were devoted to him.

A different kind
of devotion.

Hello, Romulus.
It's nice to see you again.

Hi, Moira.

You know, it's, um,

it's interesting
that you mention
this heart thing.

I have a little confession
to make.

[ Subway Clacking ]

[ Doors Closing,
Indicator Beeps ]

You got what I want?

Got a little atonement
for me, master?

Does it hurt?

It's supposed to.
It's not over yet.

'Course not, Joey.

- 'Cause it's not his money
you're after, is it?
- What are you doing here?

You want the glory,
a little recognition,
and he denied you.

- Did you tell him that?
- I did treat you
somewhat shabbily.

That time you took
Scotty's place
up in the tree,

I know I wasn't
appreciative enough.

He didn't even acknowledge
it was you.

He passed you off
as Scotty.

- I scoffed at your ambitions.
- He didn't see your genius.

And that twisted your brain
around in its socket,
right, Joey?

'Cause-'Cause
you're a great artist.
You're a genius.

The master of suffering.
And yet, he called you a faker.

Soft.
Soft as a pillow.

Never experienced
real pain.

You don't know
what pain is.

Why the fuck
did you talk to him?

So, one day,
you decided you were
going to show Leppenraub...

who the real master was.

So, you took Scotty
in the big freezer,
and you made your own art.

- You froze him to death.
- Are you saying
I killed Scotty Gates?

Masterpiece of suffering.

You're schizo.
Scotty was nuts.

He was homeless,
that's why he froze to death.
Everybody saw him.

Everybody saw you!

That wasn't Scotty Gates
running around the village,
that was you.

You're so beautiful.
You figured if Leppenraub
could pass you off as Scotty,

then-then you could, too.

You played the victim,

but the victim
was the killer.

It's brilliant, Joey.
You're radiant.
You radiate Z-rays.

- This is bullshit!
- Then you took the tapes
you've made,

and you-you put
Leppenraub's voice on them
from your interviews.

All that stuff
he's been spouting,
you put it all in.

Does it hurt?
It's supposed to.

But they were just words
strung together.

You twisted them so you
could blackmail Leppenraub.

- I told you
to keep your mouth shut!
- Meanwhile,

- you were watching me.
- [ Indistinct Yelling ]

You set me up.
And when you were ready,

you-you left your Valentine
outside my cave.

'Cause you knew
I'd go around ranting about
the evil David Leppenraub.

The cops?
They wouldn't believe me.

The rumors would scare
the hell out of Leppenraub,
so you became my nightmare.

You played me.
You knew all my chords.

You thought the no-faces
could control me,

but I'm a free man!

You're insane!
You're a lunatic!

And you're
a fucking genius!

Tell him. Tell him.

Tell him about the little moths
that live inside your head.

They're not moths!
They're moth-seraphs.

The moth-seraphs
of divinity and vengeance!

And they're sick and tired
of your lies and your deceit!

And they're gonna fly you
straight to hell!

[ Screaming ]

- [ Joey Laughing ]
- [ Romulus Indistinct ]

Look at him!
He's a lunatic!

Do you really think
he was going to help you,
you asshole?

If this is what you got,
you got nothing!

Scotty?

Scotty!

You set me up,
you fuckhead?

You're supposed to
be dead.

Scotty, they said
you were dead.

Get your hands off me,
you stupid faggot!

You're gonna die now, Caveman.

- Joey!
- Drop the gun, police!

Police!

- Get down!
- [ Screams ]

Matthew!
Matthew!

You never knew
Scotty Gates.

How did you do it?
How the hell did you know?

So, how did you know?

His heart.

Matthew said
that Scotty had a heart
branded on his butt.

But it wasn't in the angel
pictures, and it wasn't
in the autopsy report.

So, I asked Moira,

'cause I thought maybe
she had sex with Scotty.

So, I asked her about the heart,
and she said of course
she remembered,

but not on Scotty,
on Joey.

Moira had sex with Joey.

Yep. With me, too.

These are good.
Can I have another?

Maybe you should slow down.

Why did you let Joey
have so much power over you?

You could have
called his bluff.

I mean, the police
would have known
the tape was a fake.

He wouldn't have taken it
to the authorities.

He would have circulated it
at parties.

Success is fragile,
Mr. Ledbetter.

Do you know what it is
to have a muse?

I think I do.

Joey was nothing like him.

But sometimes,
if the light was just right,

I could almost believe.

[ Sighs ]

I guess I'll have to
find another one.

Look at you.
Drunk as a skunk.

Oh, but I put a nick
in Stuyvesant's armor.
[ Laughs ]

Stuyvesant?

Haven't you
figured it out yet, baby?

Don't you know
what killed Scotty Gates?

Not Stuyvesant,

not Stuyvesant's
no-face slaves,

just craziness.

That's what makes
all these victims.

None of your fancy demons,
just plain ol',

run-of-the-mill
craziness.

That's the only beast
you have to tame.

Rom.

I liked what you played,
up at the party.

Little raw,
little rusty,

but it was good to hear.

You have a beautiful face.

In a strange turn of events,
police were aided
by a homeless man,

Romulus Ledbetter, who resides
in a rocky enclosure
in Inwood Park.

Ledbetter, known to locals
as "The Caveman,"

was instrumental
in the capture and arrest
of Joseph Peasley,

who is suspected of murdering
Scott Gates.

Gates' body was found
in the same park
on Valentine's Day.

A police spokesperson
stated that "The Caveman"
is a local hero.

[ Gasps ]

Daddy.

I wanted to warn you.

You know, you could
come home for awhile.

I mean, if you wanted to.

I don't think Mama would mind.
You know, just--

just for awhile.

Y-You know, Lulu,
I don't think so.

Maybe some other time.

Thanks just the same.

[ Sighs ]

Daddy, I want you to know...

I am really--
[ sighs ]

I'm proud.

[ sniffles ]

I'm proud of you.

[ both sobbing ]

[ Classical ]