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So tell me, what's your darkest fantasy?

Fuck it.

Come on. Come on. Fucking answer, damn it.

Hello?

Lily, it's me.

There's been an accident. I need your help.

I'm listening.

It's Walter. I think he OD'ed or something.

I don't know. He's not breathing.

What do I do?

Fuck, he's not breathing. Fuck.

What are you doing at Walter's?

Lily, did you hear me?

I think he's fucking dead.

Well, is he or isn't he?

I don't know. I think so. What do I do?

Lily could be an absolute cunt sometimes,

but she was the only one I could count on

when shit went bad.

Trust me, if there were anyone else,

I would've never made that call.

Hello?

Lily, please. I need you.

Be there in seven minutes.

Fuck!

I should start at the beginning.

Ever since I was a child, I never had a true friend.

Someone I could count on,

a person I could confess my darkest secrets to.

The last time I tried to share

my innermost thoughts with someone,

Becky Gleason told the entire fourth grade

that I wanted to kiss a girl.

I was bullied for years after that.

So I woke up with a scar,

and I'm never going back to that hotel again.

Wow.

- Anyway. - You're fucking hard, man.

So you wanna get me another drink?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey Max, a set a shots, one for the lady here.

Lily. My name's Lily.

Lily.

Even saying her name out loud

still makes my insides get all gooey,

like a pool of swirling slime that feels good at first,

but then turns to acid.

At least I know Max doesn't water this shit down.

Come on, Max.

Have a drink with us.

I'm working.

Come on. It'll be our secret. We won't tell.

It's just one shot. I'm buying.

Another time.

Well, okay.

Her loss.

You wanna get outta here?

Yeah. Let's go.

Lily had been coming here for the past week.

I knew her intentions, but I stayed out of it.

It was only a matter of time

before her shit caught up with her,

then she'd probably move on to some other bar,

fuck with some other group of drunk losers

who were easy prey for a girl like her.

But until then, she was my problem.

You ever have something happen to you

that seemed insignificant at the time,

but ended up changing you forever?

Life's fucked up like that.

The flutter of the smallest butterfly wing

can alter history.

If only someone swatted that butterfly by mistake,

maybe Lily would've never been born.

But maybe all this was meant to be.

Maybe meeting Lily was fate,

the fucked up destiny I truly deserved.

You missed last call.

Pity.

You know, you can't be doing that around here.

Doing what?

You know what. Someone's going to catch you.

You here alone?

On Mondays, yeah.

Good to know.

My mom died when I was 13.

Before then, my dad was always a drunk.

But after she passed, he really went to shit.

The good thing about having a parent

who's a degenerate alcoholic

is they usually don't get into your business.

Just keep the liquor flowing and the noise down

and you can do whatever the fuck you want.

I despised the type of person Lily was,

but still, I couldn't get her outta my head.

There was something about her,

some mystery that I needed to solve.

Or maybe it was just that she didn't give a fuck.

She was dangerous.

A ticking time bomb that could explode at any minute,

destroying anything foolish to get close enough to her.

I promised myself I'd never fall

for someone like that again.

Still, my thoughts kept coming back to her.

For all I knew, I'd never see her again.

That she would just be some lingering memory

that gradually faded out of existence.

If only I had been so lucky.

My whole life,

I've tried to measure up to some standard

of what's supposed to be beautiful.

Those elusive qualities

that only Instagram filters can provide,

yet we all hate ourselves for not having.

Fuck 'em.

Where is she?

Who?

The whore who I was with last night.

The fucking bitch stole my wallet.

Sure you didn't just lose it?

You were pretty fucked up last night.

Listen, if she comes back in,

will you just tell me?

Sure.

It's a good thing she didn't steal

that wedding ring, though.

I'm not gonna lie, sometimes I think about ending it all.

I mean, what's the point really?

We wake up, we go to work, we hustle,

try to make money however we can, and for what?

So we can finally feel some kind of inner peace,

some kind of safety, like a warm blanket of security?

But that feeling never comes.

You get so bogged down in your own bullshit,

that it's all just a fucking spiral.

What are you writing?

Simon was in here looking for you.

Who?

The guy you robbed last night.

Oh, you mean the guy I robbed here?

This isn't the only shithole bar I haunt.

I'll bet it's poetry you're writing.

Some real angsty high school shit, right?

Like, "I'm a raging fire that's gonna burn down the world."

Shit like that, right?

I'm journaling. It helps my anxiety.

I take drugs for that.

So why do you even work here anyway?

I bet you barely make enough in tips here

with those outfits you wear.

I need to close up.

You don't close for another hour.

Come on, I can keep a secret.

What's your angle?

I sell my prescriptions to the customers.

Xanax, Klonopin, Valium.

I knew you had an edge to you.

So how do you get your psych to write you all those scripts.

Do you fuck him on the couch or on his desk?

That's gross.

I have three different doctors.

They obviously don't know about each other.

I saw a psych once when I was 10.

He was a fucking creep.

I thought you didn't drink on the job.

You want one?

Sure.

It's okay. It's on the house.

How much for your Xanax?

$5 a pill.

How about a trade?

What for?

I have some Molly.

Four of your bars for one of my pills.

Okay, sure.

But not here. Meet me out back in like an hour.

No, I don't have it here.

Wanna come by my place later?

I live, like, five minutes from here.

Sure.

See you soon.

I was hoping you wouldn't change your mind. Come in.

This is not what I pictured.

What'd you expect?

All black walls, sex wings hanging from the ceiling?

Hey.

- No, I just- - Isn't it wild how the mind

can paint such a vivid picture of reality,

which we interpret as the truth,

but yet it's all just bullshit?

Do you live here by yourself?

I'm house sitting. In between and places right now.

You want something to drink?

Thanks.

Here.

So, four Xanax, right?

For Molly?

Yeah. How many do you want?

Just one's good.

Just one?

You don't have like a boyfriend or fuck buddy to roll with?

Just one.

What if we both took one right now?

I don't have enough pills to trade.

This one's on me.

Open up.

Don't you wanna be that raging fire

that burns down the world?

Let's be poetry.

Fuck it.

Okay, your turn.

You web cam or something?

Sometimes.

You wanna make some money with me?

No. Please put that away.

Come on. You sure?

- No, I mean it. - We'd be so hot together.

Please stop.

Okay. Relax, it's not even on, silly.

I just get weird around cameras.

Why?

You're absolutely breathtaking.

I want music.

So how much do you make camming?

Sometimes 100. Sometimes 1,000.

1,000 in a day?

What are you doing?

Just feeling it.

Okay.

You really need to loosen up.

You have fascinating eyes.

There's that fucking rush.

Really? I don't feel anything yet.

You sure?

- Yeah. - Close your eyes,

close your eyes.

- Fuck. - You're with me now.

You and me, baby.

Let's burn down the fucking world.

Last night was such a blur.

A beautiful fucking blur, but still a deep haze.

The whole night felt like it was happening to someone else,

like I was living in someone else's dream.

You're so beautiful.

You are.

Harder next time.

Did that dreamer ever wake

or was I still wandering inside their mind?

Would they ever awaken or was I now trapped here forever?

Hey, if you wanna head out, I can finish up.

Yeah, thanks.

You okay?

You seemed a bit off tonight.

Yeah, just long night last night.

Hot date?

Not exactly.

I'll see you Friday, right?

Right. Friday.

Oh my fucking God. Do not do that.

Where did you come from?

You were thinking of me and then poof, I appeared.

Sorry for leaving this morning without saying goodbye.

I forgive you.

Come by my place. I wanna show you something.

Okay.

Wait, where's your car?

I can give you a ride.

So what are you gonna do with all that pill money?

- Saving up for a place. - Still live with my dad.

He's out of it most of the time, so it's not that bad.

But I need to get outta here.

Where are you gonna go?

Montana. Maybe buy a ranch.

You know, raise some animals.

Grow some shit.

Well, you'd get bored.

I'm bored now.

Also ow.

Maybe I can spice things up for you.

Hmm. How?

Look what I found today.

I have not seen those since I was a kid.

I know, right?

Thought they stopped making them.

Open up.

By the way, that was Ketamine.

Yum.

Look at you.

What are you doing?

You think I should snort it?

I mean, fuck it.

Okay.

Oh, what the fuck?

Oh.

That is the hardest drug I've ever done.

Oh.

Is that what you wanted to show me?

No.

I wanna show you this.

And this.

You already showed me that.

Yeah, but you were rolling last night.

I want you to see me with clear eyes.

What do you think?

I think you're stunning.

What are you doing?

I wanna see if you're as delicious as you look.

It was my fault, my mother's death.

Hmm?

I was so pissed at her,

so I told my dad that she was cheating.

Of course, they got into a huge fight

and my mom ran out of the house.

She drove off and she ended up hitting a truck

on the freeway.

I've never told anyone that before.

I feel like I can tell you anything.

Hey, you working tomorrow night?

Uh, no actually.

Wanna do something?

Chill, just staying in also.

Maybe you can show me something else.

No, I need help with something.

You down?

Yeah, of course. Anything.

How long have you known Cassandra?

Who?

Your friend in the bathroom.

Oh, like three days.

You know, your friend is something special.

I've known a lot of girls,

but I've never known anyone so fierce, so untamed.

As if she were an abandoned animal

that was brought up in the wild alone.

It might sound silly, but sometimes I worry.

Hopefully you can help balance her out.

That's a pretty dress you have on.

Although it's not you, is it?

I wore something I thought you would like.

You have a lot to learn about me.

I'm looking forward to showing you.

You seem nervous.

You know, you don't have to do anything

you don't want to do.

We're all friends here.

Guys, I'm getting FOMO.

Oh, fuck, I burned myself, but it was worth it.

This is some good shit, Walter.

Baby.

Baby, come join me, please.

Okay, okay.

Jesus. Okay.

So what do you think of my girl?

I think she's still trying to figure out who she is,

but once she does, she'll be a force.

She's really cute though, right?

Like a fucking angel.

Yes.

Very adorable.

I wanna dance.

I wanna dance.

Right now.

You got the tunes?

You got it.

Yeah, he's got the fucking tunes.

Let's go.

Yeah. Dance for us.

What a ballerina.

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, no, no, I don't,

I don't dance.

Okay, okay.

Catch me.

Oh, no. You're way too heavy.

Excuse me? You fucking bitch.

It's just you and me, baby.

Just you and me.

You're a bad bitch.

Remember that.

Show me what you got.

I think she's found herself.

I agree.

Hey, what do you say we move this party in the bedroom?

You hear that, babe? We're going to make some money.

Hey. Psst!

Bitch, wake up. Psst.

Hey, get up.

Motherfucker. Come on.

Hey.

Ow.

Don't hey me. Get the fuck up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Here you go.

Thank you. Call me anytime.

Oh, I will.

Good night, sir.

Oh, goodnight to you, baby girl.

Wait one second. I'll get you something.

Okay, but hurry up.

I'm calling the Uber and it's gonna be almost here.

Okay, fine. Whatever.

What's the Uber?

Oh my god, it's a fucking Tesla.

Thank God.

I love tonight.

Here you go. Little something extra.

You earned it.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Okay, our Uber's here. Bye.

Let's go.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

Well, my callback tomorrow just canceled.

That sucks.

Yeah. Nah, I wasn't gonna get the part anyway.

What are you doing tomorrow?

I was thinking maybe we could go to the park.

Have like a picnic or something.

Are you asking me on a date?

Course not.

Unless if it were a date, would you say yeah?

I can't.

Why, are you seeing somebody?

Maybe.

I don't actually know yet.

Well, if that doesn't work out, you let me know.

You know, I've never actually dated a girl before.

I've hooked up a bunch, but never anything serious.

You saying we're serious?

I don't know, are we?

Someone asked me out today

and asked if I was seeing someone, so.

How do you ever really know something's serious or not?

It's just like a feeling, I guess.

Like when you're with someone and you just

know this is who I'm supposed to be with.

I know people tell me that before,

that I was the one, that we were gonna be together forever.

Don't do that again. It just ruins things.

You don't think there's someone out there for everyone?

Just you?

There are like 10 billion people on this planet.

Even if by some miracle that magical person exists,

what are the odds our paths would ever cross?

I feel like if it was meant to be,

the universe would make it happen.

Now that

is some fairytale bullshit.

You hungry?

I'll make us some breakfast.

Sure.

What are you doing?

Oh, who is this?

I think you should leave.

I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to

Did you hear what I fucking said?

Get outta my house.

- Lily, please. - Go!

Hello?

Hey, I am so sorry.

I totally understand if you never wanna see me again.

You're good.

Come by tonight?

Yeah, sure. I'll see you later.

So you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Alaska.

Why Alaska?

Because who would ever come up there looking for you?

So you wanna disappear?

Never thought about changing your identity?

You can be a whole new person.

Make up whatever story you want.

I mean, yeah, I guess, but

Yeah, but what?

I just

Are you okay?

Yeah, just people in my dick.

I haven't cam med in like a week.

Cheers.

Let's have some fun.

I am not webcamming with you.

Just wanna ask you a few questions, like an interview.

What for?

For my pleasure.

Promise this isn't gonna end up on the internet?

I promise.

Now take off your clothes.

What? Why?

So I can see the real you.

Fine.

I'm so gonna regret this.

Mm!

Okay, this is as far as I will go though.

Ugh, fine.

Okay. State your name for the camera.

Max Garland.

And how old are you, Ms. Garland?

I swear if this ends up on some porn site.

You have my word.

I'm 22.

And what do you think of Lily Radcliffe?

I think she's totally fucking insane and a slut.

She's also really fucking sexy.

She has this like darkness in her eyes

that you just kinda get lost in.

But she's also a total asshole

that likes to film people talking about her, so.

Hey, be serious.

Why do you want this?

Because film is forever.

This way, I always have a part of you.

That may be the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.

You live a sad fucking life then.

Ha ha.

Okay, ready to continue?

Fine. Ask me anything.

When your mom died, did your dad blame you?

What?

Does he still blame you?

Maybe. I guess.

Can we talk about something else?

Do you ever wish it was him instead of her?

- Why are you asking me this? - Do you?

Sometimes I wish it was me.

You know what? I'm done with this.

I can't.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, your skin is so smooth.

I do moisturize.

Oh, that's so sexy.

Like if I were on Molly, this would be crazy to touch.

- That's so sexy. - What are you doing here?

You didn't answer my text, remember?

Can I get a shot

Hey, I'm having a conversation here.

Can you not?

Jesus.

Oh. Oh my God.

Can you put in your number?

Yeah.

Oh shit. Sorry.

I'll text you the address.

Oh, so now that I have it, I might send you my nudes.

Is it okay?

Perfectly okay.

Did you just give him your address?

Yeah, he's gonna sell me some Oxy.

You jealous?

No, I'm just asking.

Good. Don't be, it's not a good look for you.

I'm gonna go. This bitch is killing my vibe.

Wait, where are you going?

See ya.

There you go.

Does Cassandra know you're here?

No.

That's okay, I won't tell.

I normally don't host this late, but you intrigue me.

Can't stop thinking of you.

Tell me about yourself.

Any brothers and sisters?

No, I'm an only child.

You?

I had a brother, Lucas, but he's no longer with us.

I'm sorry.

We weren't that close.

He did a lot of not so nice things.

But tell me about your parents. Are you close to them?

Not really.

Can I shower? I just came from work.

Oh sure, the towels are fresh and clean.

Okay, thanks.

I knew this was a bad idea.

If Lily ever found out, it would be World War III.

But my whole life,

I've always sat back and let things happen to me.

I needed to take control,

to create the world that I wanted,

not to live in someone else's reality.

Even though it had only been a week,

Lily had sunk her fangs deep into me.

Like she was in my mind,

pulling on my strings like a puppet.

I needed to do something for me.

If she didn't like it,

then let her come for me.

Is this what you wanted?

Oh wow.

I was nervous it wouldn't fit, but it's perfect.

You mind turning around for me?

So beautiful.

Here, come sit on my lap.

You smell delicate like a flower.

Thank you.

So tell me, how was your first day back at school?

What?

You're a senior now, right?

No, I tend a bar, remember?

How can you tend a bar? You're only 18.

17.

That's right, 17.

Tell me, was that boy in any of your classes?

You know the one you went out with over the summer?

Yeah.

What was his name again, Tommy?

Yeah, Tommy.

Well, how far did you and Tommy go this summer?

What do you mean?

Don't worry, I won't tell your mother.

Walter?

Yes.

Sorry. I mean, daddy.

Yes, baby girl?

Why do you wanna know what Tommy and I did?

Because I want to know

if you were a good girl or a bad girl.

I'm always a good girl, daddy.

But the two of you went out the whole summer.

Surely you did more than just hold hands.

Well, we kissed.

Is that it?

And he touched my breasts.

Are you getting excited, daddy?

I can't help it.

What else? Did you touch him?

You mean his cock?

Yeah.

Did you touch it?

Yeah, with my hand and my mouth.

Show me what you did to him.

No, no, no.

Show me on me.

What if someone found out?

It'll be our little secret.

You promise?

You have my word.

Can you call me a good girl?

Of course.

You're such a good girl.

Daddy's perfect, good little girl.

This is what I normally leave Cassandra,

but a little extra.

Oh, one more thing before you go.

I want you to wear this every time you come over here.

Yes, sir.

Looks great, baby girl.

Are you just getting home?

I was crashing at a friend's house.

Whose house?

Are you for real?

I'm your father, I have a right to know.

You haven't been my father for a long fucking time.

Wait, your friend's here.

What are you talking about?

I don't know. She insisted on waiting,

so she's out there waiting for you.

Are you gonna tell me whose house you were at?

There you are.

What are you doing here?

How do you even know where I live?

Scott gave me your address.

This backyard is dope, by the way.

I don't know why you wanna move out so badly.

What are you doing here?

Wanted to see if you wanted to get brunch,

but looks like you had a late night.

You should go sleep it off.

By the way, your dad was totally checking me out.

It's been a while for him, hasn't it?

I don't know.

Come by later.

We can bump some of that Oxy Scott gave me.

Whatever, sure.

Nice necklace, by the way.

Although it isn't really you though, is it?

See ya.

Hello?

I wanted to hear your voice. I hope that's okay.

Of course.

What are you doing?

Just got back home from work.

You do your homework yet?

Not yet, daddy, but I will.

That's a good girl.

Your mother told me that you wanted

to go to a concert this weekend.

She did?

Yeah. She doesn't think you should go.

But daddy, all my friends are going.

Please.

Well, only if you promise to get all your homework done.

I promise.

And you'll be home by 11?

Can I stay out till midnight?

I don't know.

Please, daddy?

Only if you promise to do something for me.

Anything.

See me again soon.

Of course.

Where are you?

No, I'm really not feeling well.

I think I'm gonna stay in tonight.

- No, you're not. - I have a surprise for you.

No, I

It's open.

What are you doing here?

I invited him.

You don't mind, right?

No, of course not.

So Scott here was just telling me about your boss.

Is it true he really used to do porn?

I don't know. He says so.

I've never seen it though.

Have you seen it?

Fuck no. I'd be traumatized if I did.

Have some.

I'm good.

Okay, suit yourself.

Hold this.

Fuck.

Good shit, right?

Oh my God. I haven't pumped Oxy forever.

Max, you really gotta try this.

I said I'm good.

Okay. Fine, bitch.

Suit yourself.

- God. - I'm going to the bathroom.

Bitch.

Oh my God, you're too funny.

What are you doing?

Oh my God. She wants to shoot a porn with us.

You down?

Yeah.

I mean, if you both are.

Okay, Max, direct us.

Tell us what to do.

State your name.

Seriously?

State your name.

Lily Radcliffe.

Hmm.

And how old are you, Miss Radcliffe?

I'm 24.

Your parents, where are they?

They live in Jersey City.

When's the last time you spoke to them?

My 15th birthday.

This is real riveting.

Do you want me to take my clothes off?

Who's the girl in the picture?

The one I found on your dresser.

What's the matter? Can't handle your own game?

Okay, I'll play.

It was my little sister, Madeline.

And where is Madeline now?

She's dead.

How'd she die?

You're being a real bitch right now, you know that?

How did Madeline die?

Max, come on. This isn't funny.

It's fine.

I'll play.

It was a week before my 15th birthday.

I was supposed to be watching her,

but I was busy doing teenage girl shit, you know?

Somehow, she got up on the windowsill and she fell.

She smashed her skull into the pavement.

My parents blame me for that, of course.

So I ran away.

I'm so sorry.

I have a new idea.

Why don't we play a different game?

I'll let you cut me as deep as you want,

but then I get to cut you.

What the hell is going on?

I'll go first.

Lily!

Lily!

Okay, this is too much for me.

I'm gonna go.

Lily, thank you for the beers.

Max, do you need a ride?

Max?

I'm staying.

Your choice.

I knew you would.

So you gonna play or what?

Fine.

Good.

Your turn.

What? It's only fair.

You have to cut me.

I have to get that.

What?

You're going out dressed like that?

I'm going to a party.

If you think I'm letting you leave the house

dressed like a fucking slut,

you're outta your mind.

Ugh. Do you not approve?

Fuck you.

What did you just say to me?

I said fuck you.

Now get outta here.

God damn it, open the fucking door.

Go to fucking hell!

I want you to fucking die!

I got you a gift.

You don't have to do that.

I wanted to.

I love it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Here, let me get you another one.

Everything okay?

Just some drama.

I wanted to watch you work.

That's the best old fashion I ever tasted.

Oh, wait, that's not blow, it's Oxy.

You can have some,

but I just wanna make sure you knew first.

No, thank you.

That shit gets me way too fucked up.

Never tried it, but I heard the high is out of this world.

- It is. - Yeah.

I do have some coke in the bedroom if you're interested.

Hey, you're not wearing your necklace.

I'm sorry, I was in a rush.

I asked you to wear that every time you came over.

I will next time, I promise.

Now, now, now.

Come here.

Come on.

I'm not going to ask again.

Get over my knee.

What?

Get over my knees.

Are you gonna be a good girl next time?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, daddy.

I'll be a good girl.

Good. Stand up.

What do you want me to do now?

Baby girl, here. Put this on.

Come meet me in here.

Oh my God, did you make me a bubble bath?

Yeah.

You know I've been waiting my whole life

for someone like you.

You are meant to be my baby girl.

You're the most adorable thing I've ever seen.

Behave. Now, now. Behave, silly.

Daddy?

Yes?

I'm thirsty.

Oh, okay.

I'll get you some water.

- You relax. - Thank you.

Daddy?

Daddy, are you there?

Daddy, are you okay?

Daddy, are you in here?

Hello?

Dad?

Oh my God.

Walter.

Walter, please.

Wake up.

Oh my God, this can't fucking be happening.

What do I do?

Phone.

Fucking answer, damn it.

Hello?

Lily, it's me.

I need your help. There's been an accident.

All right. Where's he at?

Wait. Don't tell me.

I can smell him.

He's in the kitchen.

What happened here?

I don't know, I just found him like this.

What were you two doing?

Nothing.

He was just getting me a glass of water and then,

I don't know, maybe he did too much or something.

Or maybe this was laced with fentanyl.

Where'd you get it?

I didn't, it's not mine.

He just had it.

What do we do?

Well, first get changed.

Then we need to erase every trace that you were here.

I'm assuming you two fucked.

Okay.

Throw the sheets in here

and any clothes you may have worn, and his phone too.

Everything, just put it in this bag, okay?

Then we need to scrub everything you may have touched.

Glasses, surfaces, countertops.

You start in the bedroom.

I'll take care of here, okay?

Should we call the police?

If that were an option, you wouldn't have called me.

No go, before someone finds him.

God, you've never cleaned up a crime scene before.

Amateur.

There, there. It'll be over soon.

Boo!

Don't fucking do that.

You got everything?

- Got it. - Good.

Come on. You did good.

Let's get out of here.

- Lily? - Mm-hmm?

Thanks for not being mad.

Mad?

Because I saw Walter without you.

Doesn't matter now.

Just rest, okay?

You'll feel better tomorrow.

Wait, will you lay with me?

Sure.

Morning.

You want some coffee?

Okay.

Black, right?

See, I remember.

You want some breakfast?

I can whip up some eggs real quick.

Did I hear eggs?

Oh my God, is that coffee?

You're a lifesaver, thank you.

What are you doing?

We weren't too loud last night, were we?

Slept okay?

What?

You didn't.

Fucked?

Of course, we did.

You bitch.

What the fuck?

You fucking bitch.

I can't believe you fucked my dad.

You fucking cunt.

Get off of me.

Let me in! Lily!

Lily!

Sure, come in.

What the fuck did you do?

You're gonna have to be a little more specific.

Walter. You gave him those pills, didn't you?

You mean the ones that caused

his poor little heart to stop?

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

How about you going behind my back

and trying to steal my fucking clients?

You're a fucking murderer.

Anyone taking drugs like that knows the risk.

So you're admitting it.

You're really fucking out of line here.

You knew I was going over there, didn't you?

Tell me, were those Oxy pills meant for me?

Baby, if I wanted to kill you,

I would've done it with my bare fucking hands.

I'm going to the police.

Good luck with that.

Because remember those garbage bags filled with evidence?

Where do you think those are right now?

What?

His sheets stained with your sweat and cum.

Do you really think I threw those out?

Or did I maybe keep them just in case?

You fucking bitch.

I will kill you, I fucking swear.

Do it.

I fucking dare you. Kill me.

What's the matter?

Thought you were a bad bitch now.

You fucking coward.

What?

Some detectives came by for you.

They wouldn't tell me what they wanted,

but they handed me this card.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Just some customers by the bar, it's nothing.

The other night, I was really drunk.

Your friend snuck into my room while I was sleeping.

I thought it was a dream, I swear.

Can you just get the fuck out of here? Jesus.

Fuck.

I'm sorry,

the number you're trying to reach has been disconnected.

Please hang up and try again.

Fuck.

Lily!

Come on, I know you're in there. Let me in.

May I help you?

Where's Lily?

Who's that?

Lily, Lily Radcliffe.

I don't know who that is.

No, but she was house sitting for you.

I've been out of town.

I haven't had any house sitter.

But I

I'm sorry I have the wrong place.

Wait, did you break in here while I was gone?

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Hey, get back here.

I couldn't go back home again.

Not for a long time.

Instead, I just drove.

Night after night, I visited every shithole bar in town

looking for Lily.

I needed to know, did she really poison Walter,

or was this all in my head?

Lily was a cunt,

but was she really capable of something that fucked up?

But more important, would she make true on her threat?

Would she pin this all on me?

I am not really sure what I was hoping would go down.

I mean, even if Lily did come strolling in,

what would I even say?

Even if I asked her point blank, "Did you set me up?"

Would Lily even tell me the truth?

Yeah, she would, but what would that matter?

There really wouldn't be any closure either way.

But still, something drove me to keep searching,

to keep waiting.

I'd spent weeks like that,

getting so obliterated I could barely stand.

Drinking myself into oblivion.

I had run out of options,

so I decided to go back to where it all began.

You've got some nerve coming in here.

Murray's pissed.

I thought you died or something.

Well, I've been covering your shifts for you.

Fortunately, I could use the extra cash.

Can I get you some coffee? Because you look like shit.

Have you spoken to Lily?

Not in weeks.

She's a ghost.

Although she did come in here looking for you.

Wanted me to give you this.

Said she was gonna disappear for a while,

that you would know what that means.

I'm gonna get you that coffee.

So what you been up to all this time?

Scott?

Yeah?

Fuck you.

Okay, whatever.

Fucking bitch.