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Quiet. It's so quiet.

And beauty.

There's so much beauty, it fills up my heart from top to bottom.

Is that what a free man feels like?

Free of what?

Have I reached the bottom of the pit?

You might say I've done the right thing.

But what is the right thing?

Actually, does it even matter?

Let's assume I'm doomed.

All of us.

It's so distant from you, you can't even feel it.

Maybe we have sunk a long time ago.

Maybe we can't see because it's just too dark.

But I can see myself.

Clearer than ever.

There's no turning back now.

This is actually the first time we've seen a seal on the beach for so long.

Just look at all the people gathered here today.

And she's still on the beach and resting.

This rest, despite the crowd,

and the shivers of her body

signal she is incredibly tired.

She might have traveled far,

and that highlights the need for seal caves

that they could rest in.

Did you enjoy that?

Yeah, I think so. How about you?

I was scared I'd break your bone or something.

I went easy on you.

I can go harder next time.

It was totally fine.

Do you want a drink?

This BDSM thing is new to me.

You're turning me on.

Let's leave room for more.

I've got a lot of room for you.

Yeah, keep going.

Well...

I think I'll get going.

Text me?

Maybe.

Can I have some?

You're new around here?

Kind of.

Why?

Every other week, there's a new bartender. I have to admit, I can't keep up.

But you seem cool.

It's a temp job. Don't get used to it.

This shit's good. What is it?

Who knows.

It's love.

Strongest substance in the world.

You like it strong, don't you?

Some might say that.

I've got something stronger for you.

Do you?

Your shit's turning me on.

Yeah.

Yeah.

-I need you to hurt me. -Yeah?

-You want that? -Yeah.

-I can do that. -Go for it.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Like that? -Harder.

Like that?

-Harder? -Harder.

-Harder. -Yeah?

Turn around.

Fuck, yeah?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Yeah.

Hold on.

Shut up.

-I think I'm about to faint. -Shut up!

Leave him alone.

Step away from my son.

What's the matter with you?

Go!

I mean it.

-Come closer. -It hurts.

Hold on tight.

Tighter.

Fuck, hold on.

If there's anything I've learned from my service,

is that a gun and a first aid kit are like pants.

You can't leave your house without them.

What did you do in the army?

I was a field paramedic.

Really?

Yeah.

So, I'm in good hands.

So, what do you say, doctor? Will I die today?

Not today, but if you're not careful...

You can do whatever you want.

You just have to know what it is you want.

Thanks, Daddy.

What can I say? That was the first thing that came to my mind.

"Daddy."

Okay.

I think I'll head back to the bar to finish closing up.

Don't be silly. Where are you parked?

It's fine. The bar won't close itself.

I'll take care of that.

Don't worry, I won't subtract the hours from your salary.

Where are you parked?

I don't have a license. I use public transport.

So, let me give you a ride.

There's no need.

There's a bus that takes me straight home from here.

It's not for you. It's for me.

Why would you care?

Let me give you a ride.

What do you say?

You'll grant me my daily Mitzvah.

Do you have roommates?

No, just me and my dog, Putin.

Putin?

"Putin" Putin?

Yeah, "Putin" Putin.

That's nerve-racking.

Don't worry. My Putin is not like Putin. He's a king.

All I know about Putin is that he loves barking at his neighbors

and mark his territory.

My Putin never barks.

That idiot's too busy chasing his own tail and chewing the TV remote.

Hold on, it's my daughter.

Yeah, Guli?

Dad?

-Yeah? -When are you coming home?

I don't know, maybe never.

Come on.

In about an hour?

But you promised you'll help me with my homework.

I know, but I had something to take care of at work in Tel Aviv.

But I promise I'll bring you back a surprise, okay?

Okay.

-Okay. Good night, sweetie. -Bye.

Bye.

Sorry.

It's fine.

She's sweet.

-Yeah. -How old is she?

Six. Starting school soon.

You can pull over here, at the crosswalk.

Don't turn to my street. It's hard to get out of it.

Okay.

Okay, so...

I'll see you tomorrow.

Take care of yourself.

Sure thing, doctor.

-Good night. -Good night.

Wandering around the streets

Emotions fighting thoughts

Too many couples here

Can't believe I'm still alone, hungry

In Tel Aviv

-Hello? -Yeah, Dad?

You're sleeping?

Not anymore.

Make sure you have a ride for Tuesday.

It's the one day a year you have to get somewhere on time.

Do me a favor. Don't embarrass me, okay?

That's what you care about? If I make it there on time?

You don't want me there, anyway, right?

Just get there by 4 p.m., okay?

And don't bring Itamar this time.

This isn't a meet-your-gal kind of night.

Meet-your-guy.

What?

Never mind. Hold on.

Talk.

Are you with him?

Yeah, he's right here. You're on speaker.

Would you rather if I wasn't there at all?

I told you exactly what I want.

Do you want to disappoint your mom again?

Okay. Bye, Dad. Itamar's calling me.

So, tell him to wait.

Son of a bitch.

Our lives are filled with so many struggles

it seems to lead us down a dead-end street.

But why is that?

Not just the atheists here ask that question.

But those who believe in divine intervention, too.

Why? Why did God create the world like that?

It's too hard for mankind, so they don't question it?

They will certainly question it and think it over.

God can choose to make the world good and simple.

God made this kind of world.

Because He wants us to face hardships.

Because it's through hardships that we reach fulfillment and satisfaction.

Are you familiar with the term "breaking point"?

-Yeah. -To break.

Disaster.

A breaking point is, really...

In biblical Hebrew, it's also the cervix of a woman's womb,

where a baby is born out of.

-Life is created. -Exactly!

Life is born. Out of the breaking point, life is born.

Nice.

Dudi... Life is born, that's amazing.

The breaking point creates life.

By the way,

all creation is creation.

To create, the creation, the creator.

These words are all related.

But that's for next week.

Drink up.

Next week, same time, same place.

-Come on, Dudi. -We'll be here.

I want to see all of you. And bring your friends over, too.

-Yeah. -We will.

-Let's do it. -We should do an all-employees thing next time.

-L'chayim. -L'chayim.

Coming.

To your spot.

-Who is it? -Amir.

Amir who?

From across the street.

No, stop. Stay down. Sit.

Did you order sushi?

-No. -No? But it says here that--

I didn't order sushi. It's a mistake. I didn't order it.

I'm joking. My last customer canceled, so I figured I'd take it.

Want some?

Sure, cool.

Take a seat.

-What's his name? -Putin.

Putin. Come here, Putin.

Come here.

He's so cute. Putin. Putin.

Sit.

Putin, down.

Roll over.

Cute.

You seem like a sushi guy.

Okay.

What does a "sushi guy" mean?

I don't know. Do you like sushi?

Yeah.

I knew it.

So, how long have you been living here?

I actually just moved here a few days ago.

Really?

When?

On the day you fucked that guy who looks like Mr. Israel.

You should start using your blinds.

I'm a bit direct. Sorry about that.

No, it's... It's fine.

It's a turn-on for me.

Wait, let me get this straight. Is that your thing?

Stalking the neighbors?

Not the neighbors. Just you.

Okay.

Kinda creepy, isn't it?

And standing naked in front of an open window isn't?

Do you want a drink?

-I got wine. -Sure.

Great wine.

Did you enjoy that?

-It was nice, not gonna lie. -Nice.

You know what kind of person is nice, right?

Someone who's not smart, good-looking, or rich.

That's not what I meant.

You're good-looking.

Okay, thanks.

-L'chayim. -L'chayim.

-So? -Great wine.

Thanks. So, what did you like?

From a distance...

Your body.

Your back.

Your ass is the prettiest peach I've seen, and your dick is a supermodel.

-Okay. -And up close...

Your eyes.

These eyes... I'm drowning in green.

Philosopher.

Second year.

-I knew it! -It's easy.

You'll be bartending with me in a year, don't worry.

Got a boyfriend?

-Got a problem with that? -No.

In my opinion, sex and intimacy should be two separate things.

During sex, you suck dicks and lick assholes.

Intimacy is different.

Okay.

I don't know about that.

Ass-licking is very intimate, in my opinion.

No, I don't think so.

Intimacy requires courage.

Not anyone can do that.

I'll be happy to fuck, if that's what you mean.

Yeah...

Putin, spot, now.

Stop interrupting.

He's always in the way.

Just a moment.

One moment.

What is it?

I need you to hurt me a little, okay?

-Hurt you? -Yeah.

-Like that? -No, harder, come on.

Like that?

Harder.

Keep hurting me.

Like that.

Grab it, grab it.

Stop, stop it!

I can't do it like that.

Like how?

It's not...

This BDSM shit is not for me.

Sorry.

Okay.

That's fine.

Well, I thought you were up for it.

But I guess not, and it's fine. It happens.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I...

But...

The wine was very nice.

I mean, not nice.

You know what I mean, right?

Of course.

Sorry.

Putin, spot. What are you looking at? To your spot.

Can I suggest a friendship to you?

In our Jewish tradition, we all want to get to know each other better.

Join our friendship group.

Nice.

Yeah.

I read online that what gets people to come is either booze or free stuff.

So, I combined them.

Check that out!

1-0 to me.

Poor thing.

But this is nature.

The strongest ones survive.

You'll let it go, right?

If you let them go, they come back.

Let it out far from here. It won't come back. Poor thing.

Don't worry.

You're free to go. Shabbat Shalom.

-You sure? -Yeah. Shabbat Shalom.

Shabbat Shalom, doctor.

Mousey, mousey, run away.

Mousey, mousey, run.

Mousey, mousey, run away.

Mousey, mousey, run.

I can't believe it.

Need any help, Rabbi?

You got a problem?

We don't.

Shabbat Shalom.

Shabbat Shalom to you, too.

But...

Maybe you should ask He who lies above for help.

Maybe He can help you out.

How about you call your faggy son now?

-Don't talk about him like that! -Shut up!

Fucking settler.

Avinoam.

Avinoam, are you okay?

There's a first aid kit in the backseat.

I'll get it.

Thank you.

There.

I'll call an ambulance.

No, there's no need.

Of course there is. You need medical treatment.

Nah, it's only superficial wounds.

Don't be stupid.

What time is it?

Three p.m.

See, I can't go. I won't make it back before Shabbat.

I'll be fine.

Who did this to you?

I don't know.

You don't know him?

No.

I'll be fine. Just help me up.

Give me your hand.

-Here. -Okay.

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

-I'm fine. -Let me just change your tire.

Thanks.

The spare is flat.

How would you drive?

Shabbat's coming.

I'll figure something out.

I've got an idea.

Why don't you have the Shabbat at my place?

I'm serious. I have a pull-out. You can come over.

Come on.

I don't know. I don't...

I don't want to be a bother.

Bother? Are you kidding?

Are you sure?

Hello.

Don't go.

Good boy.

Hold on.

Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.

Here.

It's from the time I thought oversized clothes were peak fashion.

Do you want to take a shower?

I'll go get us a wine for the kiddush.

It has to be kosher, okay?

Of course.

Well, bye, doctor.

Democracy.

Let's have an awesome Shabbos.

Do you have a kiddush glass?

Actually, I do, just by chance.

No such thing as chance.

-Of course there is. -Yeah? And what about the fact we met?

That's just chance.

And me getting injured, and...

And now I'm doing Shabbat here with you?

Still chance.

You see?

What you call chance, I call meaning.

What do you think are the chances that you'll get the same number on both dice?

That's statistics, 1 to 36.

And if you get a pair on the first toss? What then?

Whatever you want.

Whatever I want.

You'll put on the tefillin, oh, righteous one?

We have a deal.

Toss the dice.

You're scaring me.

Let's go.

Blessed... -Blessed are you, O God,

king of the world,

who has sanctified us with His commandments

and commanded us to wrap in tzitzit.

Blessed are you, O God,

king of the world,

who has sanctified us with His commandments

and commanded us to place tefillin.

On the one hand, we have God,

who's the embodiment of all that's moral, and pure, and good.

A merciful God.

On the other hand, we have a commandment

to do one of the lowliest acts a human can do.

Not just to kill a man, but to kill your own son.

Not just your son, but your only, dearly beloved son.

How can you even imagine such a thing?

I mean...

Try to see things through his perspective, okay?

Maybe he was scared.

Maybe he thought that sacrificing his son alive is better

-than God's vengeance. -Yeah? How does that work with

God, being the embodiment of pure morality,

commanding such a cruel commandment? There are two possibilities.

One is that maybe God isn't that moral, pure, and good,

and the other one is that he is moral, pure, and good,

and that his commandment for Abraham

is the most moral,

the purest,

and most righteous act.

And maybe it's beyond morality.

I don't see how that can be moral.

That's because you're not looking at this thoroughly enough.

Okay, shoot.

Are you familiar with Kierkegaard?

On a first-name basis.

He said that...

Hey.

It's Shabbat.

Sorry for forcing you on that.

He suggests that giving up

is the last step to reach true morality, true faith.

Kierkegaard said that, at the altar, Abraham didn't just sacrifice his faith,

but his common sense

and his morality, too. Only once he gives up what he holds dearest,

he gets to hear the voice of God.

Do you know what it means to hear the voice of God?

Incoming call from Mom

Only once he gives everything up,

he wins everything.

-Just a moment. -Where are you going?

I'll just be a moment. Move, Putin. Move.

A moment.

I'll just be a moment.

L'chayim, Putin.

-Yeah, Mom? -Binyamin?

-Yeah. -Where are you?

Home, why?

Dad said you're not coming this Tuesday.

He doesn't want me there on Tuesday.

That's not what he meant.

Mom, if you're calling to defend Dad, you can go ahead and hang up.

What is with you two?

I'm not the problem here. I hope you realize that.

And if he doesn't want to be in touch with me, he should just stop trying.

That's not what he wants.

That's exactly what he wants. He just won't do that because of you.

And your persistence makes me feel like shit.

He doesn't have to love me just because Uriya died.

Maybe you should still come over on Tuesday?

What's the point?

It's the first memorial. All his friends and the entire kibbutz will be there.

You will be missed.

Trust me, no one will miss me.

Shabbat Shalom, Mom.

Once the game's over He's freed and keeps his distance

Moving towards his dream Shedding a single tear

So lonely in the desert for so long A sudden light at the end of the tunnel

Storm clouds approaching The heart is opening and closing

Instead of an angel

A man will appear

Wearing white His intentions dark

With a strong arm And full of faith

To burn a forbidden love

Present and past are linked Like a Torah portion

Tied on a mountain Receiving warning signs

Though a danger is sensed He ignores those strange feelings

A column of smoke, within it, a flame He walks with a beloved mate

Instead of an angel

A man will appear

Wearing white His intentions dark

With a strong arm And full of faith

To burn a forbidden love

Instead of an angel

A man will appear

Wearing white His intentions dark

With a strong arm And full of faith

To burn a forbidden love

-There, this is your special ringtone. -Oh, that's a big turn-on.

-Should we go to your place? -I have someone over.

Threesome. Interesting.

-It's my boss. -Your boss.

-What are you going to tell him? -It's a long story.

-Okay. -Let's go.

Avinoam, Amir.

This is Avinoam, my boss at the bar.

He had an accident just before Shabbat.

This is Amir.

Hey there.

Hey.

Grab a seat. Make yourself comfortable.

Did you clean?

-Just a bit. -What a boss.

-Totally. -The food was great.

You know that was all for you? I would have been fine with a schnitzel.

-You own the bar? -Yeah.

Cool. Haven't been there yet.

It's your loss.

Do you live in Tel Aviv?

God forbid.

Your loss.

-Wine? -Always.

-Where are you from? -Havat Menashe.

-It's a settlement. -It's an inhabiting.

Sure.

What do you do?

Study and work.

Really? Where?

In Life's University.

Lost but learning.

-Oh, a philosopher. -Are you familiar with Kierkegaard?

On a first-name basis.

Did you know he defined the difference between man and God?

When two people meet authentically and humanely,

God is the electricity that runs through them.

So, you're suggesting that we take a conversation between two people so seriously

that we'll doubt God's almighty majesty?

No, but if the conversation creates a divine presence...

So, you're saying men create God.

Maybe, I guess, in some sense.

-So, you're saying there is a god. -Personally, no.

But if now, when we talk, there's divine presence,

-you're saying He exists. -That's not what I said.

So, you're challenging the existence of an almighty God?

I challenge this conversation, okay?

Come on.

Can we do it right this time?

Like that?

-Is this the right way? -Harder.

Like that?

Go harder.

Coming.

Putin, move over.

Move.

Come in.

Where were you? I was worried.

No, it's fine. Just went for a walk to clear my mind.

All day long?

I don't know how you people handle it,

but we usually say when we leave.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry.

But you did.

You sound just like my wife.

I'm making myself something. Do you want some, too?

Just a bit. I should get ready. It's almost the end of Shabbat.

Your car's waiting for you downstairs.

What? How?

There's an app for everything nowadays.

Does it still hurt?

Got plans this evening?

Why?

There's an outlook just outside Tel Aviv. Not many people know it.

It'll only be 10 minutes. And I'll get you a beer.

Come on, let me thank you.

What do you say?

It's beautiful.

Yeah.

You know what?

You're not who I thought you were.

Who did you think I was?

I don't know, a bit more...

religious-y.

What's "religious-y"?

I don't know.

Nowadays, with the Facebook and Instagram,

people can't see beyond the tiny photos.

Only what fits in it exists to them.

I'm not what people think I am.

I'm not on Instagram.

Really?

Why are you surprised?

I'm not what people think I am, either.

You're not like other guys, you know that?

Is that a compliment?

That's for you to decide.

Ew.

This place stinks.

What is this place?

Uriya?

Missed me?

You fucker, just tell me this.

Were you going to skip my memorial?

After you're the one who called me

to come pick you up from a stupid party,

and now I'm being eaten by worms?

I'm kidding.

Hey. Hey.

I can't blame you.

Our dad's fucked up. I would have done the same.

I'm not mad.

What made you like this?

I was always like that.

Like what?

-Fucked up and shaggy. -Listen up.

If you want to keep living, you have to agree to this world's conditions.

If these are the conditions, maybe dying is better.

No.

You're a warrior. Haven't you figured it out by now?

But you're not immune to anything.

You could die anytime.

And you will have to lose everything you've earned in your life.

But until that happens, you're a warrior.

That's depressing.

That's life.

The real crime is to surrender. To pretend it's not what it is.

To expect the world to be safe, and beautiful, and just. But...

That's not what life is.

It's an illusion.

Three, two, one.

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Are you okay?

No, no. I need help. I've been drugged.

I can't open it.

So...

I don't know.

Can you call the cops or something?

There's no service.

Fuck.

So, run as fast as you can, okay?

Did you hear me?

There's someone in here. He needs help.

Don't worry, it's just my nephew. He's in withdrawal.

He's lying, run!

Why is he locked?

We don't have any other choice.

He was refused at all the rehab centers.

He's lying, don't believe him.

I'm the reservoir supervisor. It's fine.

You can go.

Do you know your way out? I know this forest like the back of my hand.

You have to run, please!

What's your name?

Avinoam. His name is Avinoam!

Nice to meet you. I know this seems odd.

But we have no other choice.

If God's willing, it'll all be all right. His body has to cleanse.

I'm always here with him. I'm not leaving him.

Okay, I get it. I hope you'll manage to help him.

Don't believe him. I'm telling you, he's lying. Run!

"Your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for."

"Your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for."

"Your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for."

It's fine.

You've done enough for one day. Come here.

You need to eat.

Come here.

Eat.

Eat.

You know...

I was an honorary student at my Yeshiva.

Just brilliant. First one to show up, last one to leave.

Always lingering behind,

asking the Rabbi questions.

I was always eager to test everything, never take anything for granted.

Kind of like you.

But deep inside...

I was in pieces.

I felt like...

something was wrong with me.

Like you.

I had a neighbor who went to secular school.

We never used to greet each other.

But then we were placed together in our service.

Trained together at Schooling Base 10.

Paramedic training. Then we were placed together in southern Lebanon.

We became best friends.

At night, we would operate in the villages,

and during the day, we would have these long talks.

I started feeling...

something different towards him.

I was disgusted with myself.

I tried to stay back, take some space, but it was a small base.

Everyone's always together, eating together,

sleeping together, taking showers together.

I had nowhere to run.

One day...

I had food poisoning.

And I stayed behind when everyone left for the operations.

I lay in bed, and I prayed.

I prayed for him to die.

I hated him for making me love him.

I have never prayed harder for anything in my life.

I was free...

but inside,

I felt hollow.

Just a shell.

But then, I ran into my old Yeshiva Rabbi.

And after a few meetings with him, I realized I chose to feel like that.

He was a band-aid for everything I was lacking.

Doesn't heal you, just covers open wounds.

But a wound...

can still heal

if you don't scratch it.

Do you see?

I'm...

opening the door for you for a different kind of attraction.

But to succeed,

you're going to have to cooperate.

A bit pretentious, isn't it?

Freud said we are all born bisexual,

and then our childhood sets our path.

But that's not true.

I was born this way.

Yeah, but we have closed doors inside us.

And if you knock on one of them hard enough, it'll open.

The Greeks proved it.

Have you never heard about ancient Greece?

If you read Plato, you'll see they were all tempted by homosexuality.

How could it be that they were all tempted? Was everyone gay in Greece?

No. No.

It's just that we can be tempted into anything.

Heterosexuality, too.

But to achieve that,

you have to shut something up in you.

I assume it comes with a price.

Of course.

You see?

You're imposing prohibitions.

You call it shutting something up, I call it brainwashing.

I'm not saying there's something wrong in you, God forbid.

You know, Binyamin, you have a sweet tooth. Your natural favorite is sweet.

A baby, a fetus, their natural favorite taste is sweet.

But there's acquired taste, like coffee, alcohol, cigarettes.

It's gross at first, but then you can't give it up.

That's an acquired taste.

Our minds are unbelievably flexible.

It can always change.

I've changed.

I don't believe it.

I have.

Look at me.

I've changed.

I've seen with my very own eyes how people change.

We have all the options. We don't have to act on any of them.

You choose what to act on.

You do.

And you will thank me later.

I'm not your first.

In your city...

this job will never end.

To changes.

Dad.

When are you coming home?

Soon, if God's willing.

I miss you.

Sweetheart.

I'll be there soon.

Go to bed. I'll come say good night.

Do you know my tooth fell out?

Really?

Yeah.

Maybe the tooth fairy will visit tonight.

The fairy comes with a gift only to those who believe in her.

Come on, Dad. I don't believe in that stuff.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, sweetie.

Get up.

Drink.

All of it.

Now you have to do it on your own.

And I do nothing.

Just do it.

-I can't. -Keep going.

-Wait, I can't. -Keep going!

Soon, you won't have to handle this filth.

Save yourself.

Hello.

I couldn't care less if you come or not.

You're rude and ungrateful. You've ruined our lives.

Mom asked you to come, for her. But you don't care about anyone but yourself.

You don't care about anyone but yourself.

What's he talking about?

My brother's memorial.

Why did you tell them you won't go?

Why aren't you answering?

Are you scared of me?

Why did you tell them you won't go?

It's nothing.

No matter what I do, my dad would never approve of me.

So, I didn't want to be there.

Is that why you left?

Yeah.

Is that Amir?

Let me talk to him. Please.

Avinoam, I'll just tell him I'm fine. I promise.

So he wouldn't worry. He might come over and see I'm not home.

And then he might call the cops.

You're running a marathon.

You can't let your old life beat you, you have to outrun it.

What does that have to do with it?

I would have just told him I'm fine, that's all.

We can't risk it.

Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who created the fruit of the vine.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Trust me.

You're going through a process.

It takes more than a day.

You have to trust me.

Okay?

You're a good kid who got lost.

It's not your fault. You were sent out on a journey with no map or compass.

What did they expect?

One day, I'll let you out. And you could go to the cops.

But you're not going to do that.

Because you're smart enough to see

that what I did for you in this room,

is to create your new life.

I know.

Thank you.

Do you want to keep going? I'm fine now.

Let's keep going.

No, no.

We don't need that.

I trust you.

Look.

This world is full of evil.

You have to be strong enough to handle it.

Cheers to your new life.

Ready?

What a pathetic man.

Where's your god now?

Loser.

That's my daughter. It's Guli, let me talk to her.

Let me talk to her.

Dad?

Can you hear me?

Guli. Guli, everything is fine.

Guli, I'll come home.

Idiot.

Wait. Wait a minute.

It's a sin.

You were there. You were halfway there.

Wait, it's a sin. I just wanted to help you.

You wanted to help me, or to help yourself?

Answer me.

I can't hear you. Answer me.

You wanted to help me, or to help yourself?

Answer now, or I'll kill you. Give me one good reason not to kill you!

You wanted to help me, or to help yourself? Answer now or I'll kill you!

Answer! You wanted to help me or yourself?

I wanted to not love you!

Quiet. It's so quiet.

And beauty.

There's so much beauty, it fills up my heart from top to bottom.

Is that what a free man feels like?

Free of what?

Have I reached the bottom of the pit?

You might say I've done the right thing.

But what is the right thing?

Actually, does it even matter?

Let's assume I'm doomed.

All of us.

It's so distant from you, you can't even feel it.

Maybe we have sunk a long time ago.

Maybe we can't see because it's just too dark.

But I can see myself.

Clearer than ever.

There's no turning back now.

Fuck.

Come any closer, and I'll send the video!

-Give me the phone. -Don't take another step!

Give me the phone. We can turn everything back the way it was.

No one has to know.

You're insane. Leave me alone.

I can't.

Are you okay?

I don't think so.

Where are you?

I'm right here, next to you.

What do you feel?

Nothing, I think.

How about now?

I don't know.

Do you want to tell me what's going on?

I don't want to talk about it.

Would you like me to leave?

Wait.

Don't go.

So, ask me to.

What?

Ask me to stay.

Will you stay with me?

What for?

Just to stay.

I love those eyes.

Can we hug?

Just hug.

You know, I don't have love divisions.

What do you mean?

There's no division between hugging, affection or fucking.

When I love, I love all of you.

Hugging, kissing.

Fucking.

Repeat.

Fine, I'm fucked up, I know it.

Everyone in this city's fucked up.

Wanna fuck?

Want some sushi?