I Wrote This for You (2018) - full transcript

I don't know why you're
so afraid of the real world.

Because you're so oblivious.
You're so in your head.

You keep pointing fingers.

Everything that's wrong
with me, come on.

I'm the big bad monster.

No, keep it coming.

- Aren't I, huh?
- Well, right now, yeah.

Just because
I'm trying to love you

because I'm trying to see
where you're at with me--

You're trying to love me
right now?

- Yes.
- This is loving me?



Yes.

I must be
out of my fucking mind

if this is loving me.

Ha. Would you rather me
just close myself off to you

and then we could both
be ghosts in the same room?

I'm sorry, I think
you need to leave the room--

Yeah, that's
a great relationship.

This is getting
way out of hand.

- This is getting fucking nuts.
- This is real life.

This is a real person
trying to love you.

Do you remember
that first night at the park?

Both of my sisters
are older siblings.

When I was really little,
I wanted to be just like them,

like, no matter
what they were doing.



So, one day
I heard Natasha singing.

So, of course,
I started singing too,

mostly alone in my room.

But I decided to sign myself up
for the school's talent show

and I got in.

No, I mean they
pretty much let everyone in.

- Okay.
- But I was so excited

to tell my mom.

When I did, she was like,

"Why would you do that?
That's Natasha's dream.

It's her passion, not yours."

Anyway, I ended up

not going to the talent show.

And after that whole fiasco,

I just became really...

shy.

I don't know, it's weird.

I wanna hear you sing.

- Oh, no.
- Please?

No, I'm really not good.
And I'm not a singer.

- Come on, sing for me.
- No, I'm self-conscious.

So? It's just me.

- Oh.
- Please?

Mm.

You suck.

- Yes, yes. Seriously?
- Just this once.

- Oh, my gosh!
- And it's never happening again.

Oh, okay.

But you can't look at me.

Okay.

I feel you looking.

- What?
- You're looking.

- I'm not looking.
- You're blowing this.

Okay, fine, I won't.
I won't. I won't look.

I want you to turn around.

Mm-hmm, completely.

- Fine.
- All the way, warmer.

- I'm making my way.
- Warmer.

You're lukewarm. Okay, hot, hot.
Oh, scorching, scorching.

- Aw, aw, it burns.
- Nailed it.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oh, I can't believe
I'm doing this. Oh!

♪ Strike a match
underneath me ♪

♪ I've been ready to blow ♪

♪ Time has pulled me
back again ♪

♪ I lost you once ♪

♪ Won't lost you twice ♪

♪ Light me up
from the inside ♪

♪ Burn enough once within ♪

♪ Break me down to embers ♪

♪ So I'll remember ♪

♪ How to live ♪

Mm.

Oh.

- That was amazing.
- No.

No, Ari, really.

That was like
one of the most beautiful things

I've ever heard
in my entire life.

Seriously.

And I'm not biased at all,
I promise.

Really, really embarrassed
right now.

- No, what? Why?
- Yeah.

Don't be. Don't be.

What's wrong?

I get these all the time now.

Get what?

That's us ten months from now.

We went to a bar
called The Vault

to celebrate your poem
getting published and...

And this isn't real.

This is just a dream.

I'm literally asleep.
Nothing is real.

None of this.
Everything is just--

Fuck!

God, this can't possibly
be fucking real.

I don't know what to do.

Hey, hey, hey, don't do that.
Don't do that.

Please don't go.

Please. I'm sorry. I fucked up.

I don't know, I don't know
where you are right now and I--

I'm gonna be better.

I promise, I'm gonna be better.

I, like, really need you back.

Are you gonna remember me?

Ari?

Please say something!

Wake up!

♪ And at the other end
of life ♪

♪ You'll sit beside yourself ♪

♪ Was there ever
someone else ♪

♪ Purposeful thinking ♪

♪ How long
will you spend dreaming ♪

♪ With your hours
on the leave ♪

♪ It's what becomes of us ♪

♪ When we live
because we must ♪

♪ Will I settle
with the dust ♪

♪ Breathe in words
and save time ♪

♪ Open minds and close eyes ♪

♪ Breathe in words
and save time ♪

♪ Open minds and close eyes ♪

♪ Breathe in words
and save time ♪

♪ Open minds and close eyes ♪

♪ Breathe in words
and save time ♪

♪ Open minds and close eyes ♪

♪ Breathe in words
and save time ♪

♪ Open minds and close eyes ♪

Hi, good afternoon.

My name is Ernest Hemingway

and I'll be taking care of you.

Yeah.
Um, I need a coffee, black.

It's no cream, no sugar.

And of the salmon à la nage,
without the clam sauce.

And last time
they burned the salmon.

Make sure they don't burn it.

No burning.

All right. Thank you.

- Right. You know.
- Okay. Wow.

Good afternoon.
My name is Edgar Allan Poe

and I'll be taking care of you.

Would we care for anything
to drink to get started?

Yeah, Edward,
I'm gonna get myself

a glass of water
with lemon, no ice.

And the lady will be getting
a diet ginger ale.

Sparkling water with a splash
of lemonade, please.

So no ginger ale?

No. No.

All right.

You're doing good, guys?

Good afternoon.
My name is Molière

and I'll be taking care of you

for the duration
of your experience.

The fuck is up with you?

Edgar Allan Poe? Molière?
Are you fucking kidding me?

- Hey, Darius.
- Where you've been?

And do you still have
a cell phone?

If so, you don't use, it because
I have to come here to see you.

- Yeah, I've just been busy.
- Right.

How'd you figure out
where I worked?

I make a valid effort
to keep this place a secret.

Molly, from the Slam House
rated you out.

Molly knows all.

- Of course.
- Yeah.

And speaking of the Slam House,
you'll be there tonight, right?

I got you on the list.

Oh, shit, I completely
forgot about that.

Oh, shit.

- I don't have anything.
- Bullshit.

- I don't have anything.
- Oh, yeah.

I got zero material.
I'm serious.

I'm sure.

What?

Yo, what's the name
of that dark-haired waitress

with the crazy cat eye?

- That's Sadie. Why?
- Oh, she's a brick house.

Hmm, I'll be sure
to put in a good word

and hook you guys up.

- Really?
- No.

Okay. Fuck you man,
I don't need you

to act as my,
all right?

Come on. Like, I'm serious.

I'm not the only one
who's concerned about you.

I know.

We all care about you, man.

- I know. I'm fine, man.
- Okay.

Well, just an FYI,
I'm putting you up tonight.

- No, please don't do that.
- Yeah, this is a courtesy--

Darius, come on, man.

And I will have
your award-winning burger

with a side of Dijon

and seltzer water,
please, good sir.

Hey.

Ah!

Hey!

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Yay!

Yeah!

Ah!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Yeah!

Whoa!

Hey!

Ha!

Hey!

Wow!

- Thank you. Join us.
- No, no, no, no, I can't.

Come on, come on. Do something.
Do something, let's go.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey!

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you, thank you.

- Hey, that was awesome, dude.
- Oh, thank you.

Do you live around here?

Yeah, I'm just up
a couple blocks.

That was a lot of fucking money
you threw down.

Oh, they we really good.

And plus, it's from my calendar.

- What?
- My calendar.

Oh, okay.
I'm Phoenix, by the way.

Phoenix?

Yeah, like the bird.

- That's cool.
- See ya.

Yeah, I read the script.
The script's great.

Pitch?

Old school versus new school,

and together
they save the world.

Right.
Everybody loves spy movies.

Listen to this.

They asked me how do I feel

about making Robert De Niro
the British doctor.

De Niro with an English accent?

Right.

It's kind of like Forrest Gump.

It has that romanticism.

It's like,
what's that other movie?

Basic Instinct. It has
Basic Instinct undertones.

Really dark, sexy.

And anyway, the meeting is over,
and Harvey Gross,

yes, that Harvey Gross
invites us to lunch.

He loves it. He says,
"Kid, I'll make your picture."

You're gonna love it.
What's your email again?

At Hotmail, right?

Uh...

I gotta take this.

Here's to the wicked
witch of the west.

Here's to the witch
we love the best.

That's you, bitch.

- Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday!

Excuse me.

Am I dreaming right now?

I think you've had
a little too much to drink.

- It's ginger beer.
- I'm sorry?

It's gin-- It's non-alcoholic.

Okay.

What do you do?

I'm a real-estate developer.

- That's cool.
- Yeah.

Uh, you?

Writer. Uh, I like to write.

A writer who doesn't drink?
Must be awful.

Yeah, pretty much.

Cheers to you, man.

"I will wake
up to you one day.

We'll leave a note creased
in between your forearms.

In between the folds it'll read,

'I love you now.'

I first fell in love
with your hands.

You are a man who will be known
for his hands.

I saw you standing there
speaking with them..."

"...begging for his fingertips,

his hands clinched
to the strings of me,

I am a fleeting black balloon
amidst the wind

take flight
with this moment and ask me,

'Why do I love
your hand so much?'

Ask me if I could love them,

then shouldn't it be
so easy to love you

like you all I got?

Like we don't wait to touch,
like hold me,

like love me back like that,
like our hands

are only the exact reflections
of the baggage they carry."

"The privilege
of being able to say that I--

I am indigenous,

I am one part Mayan
and another Taíno.

The privilege
of being able to say

that my ancestors
built great pyramids

to touch the clouds

and count the stars in the skies
to make calendars

before your white scientists
ever had a chance to.

The privilege of being able
to say that my ancestors

rose from the ashes
of their own flesh,

that their skin is my skin,
and that you could hang us,

grill us,
chop off our hands and feet,

chase us down with hounds.

Our skin is resilient.

And we will always rise."

Oh, my God!
All right, let's keep it going.

Let's keep it going.
Let's keep it going.

There we go.

All right.

Okay, so next up,
we got my man Hunter.

Now, this guy is the real deal.

I promise you,
he's the real deal.

Okay, so I'm not
gonna talk too much.

Hunter, please,
come here my man, Hunter.

Come on, Hunter.
I know you're here.

Where are you, baby?

Hunter, please,
don't do me like this.

Hunter.

Bring Hunter out, come on.

Man.

Damn. All right, that's fine.

No show, no worries,
we'll keep it moving.

Okay, guys, this next girl
is fire, literally.

Give it up
for my girl Phoenix, please.

Instructions
on how to put out a fire.

"Drown her.

Surely you don't want her
to continue to burn, right?

Hose her down.
Dim her light. Muffle her spark.

Make sure her voice
doesn't spread too far.

When I was 13,
I had not yet become a woman.

I knew how to cook and clean,
wash and fold,

didn't always do
what I was told.

I learned how to mop at six.

But mopping up damaged souls
off of floors ever since,

but I still wasn't a woman yet.

At 13, I grew a tongue.

My mother threatened
to cut it out.

It was sharp and bold,
always locked and loaded,

ready and quick to aim.

Fire all spark
to show and prove,

cold, steel, and power.

Pistol popping firecracker
always at close range.

Filters were for children,
but child I was not.

But I still wasn't a woman yet.

I want to huff and puff
and blow this house down.

I remember the first time
he set it on fire

with both me
and my mother in it.

His hands, a piping torch.

His voice, a destructive bomb,

always prepared for explosion,
Fahrenheit.

There was no warning,
no detector to alert us.

First degree was warm,
tolerable.

Second degree,
we were blistering and boiling.

By third degree,
we were charred, numb.

This is what homelessness
feels like.

Should I give birth
to a daughter?

She will be a river,

a free-flowing healing stream.

I want her to stay girl forever,
but this is impossible.

I want her life
to flow with ease,

no becoming a woman
until she is ready.

She will not clean, wipe
or mop up anyone else's mess.

I will be sure of it.

I will be the refuge,
the sanctuary,

and she will be the stream,

free to flow
wherever she may please.

She will be the house
to hold all of the good memories

and all of the good things
that I never had."

Oh, hey.

Hey. It's you, the calendar guy.

- Yeah.
- What's up, guy?

That was amazing.

Oh, thanks, dude.

Seriously. Incredible piece.

- Thank you. True story.
- Wow.

Hey, you-- you never told me
your name, calendar boy.

Hunter.

Hunter, like-- like the guy
that they called to the stage

that never went up, Hunter?

No, that wasn't me.
That was, uh...

I like to come here
to hear to everything.

Mm-hmm, okay.

Anyway...

Great job.

Hey. Do you remember my name?

Phoenix, like the bird.

I remember when we met
at the Slam House.

You had this poem.

It was like I was
the only person in the room,

and you were
saying it directly to me.

Are you listening to me?

Ari, can you hear me?

We interrupt this broadcast

with a poem brought to you
by yours truly.

I call it, Vanilla Latte.

"I listened to all your old
voice mails the other day.

The last one I played twice.

How long do I have to wait

for this drink to cool down

before I could sip again?

Reset.

Gentlemen, we're back.

What can I do for you?

We're all but pawns
in a game of chess

that we call a life.

Everyone needs to calm down.

I'm not saying it's..."

Hey, quiet.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
what's going on? What's wrong?

My boyfriend broke up with me.

I'm really sorry.

I mean, we were together
for a whole year.

First guy
I was ever in love with.

I thought
we were doing amazing--

I mean, I thought
we were doing okay.

I just--
I don't know what happened.

Hey, I know
what you're going through.

It's gonna be okay. I promise.

This is all temporary. Trust me.

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ You're gonna be okay ♪

♪ You may not see the light ♪

♪ But don't give up
the fight ♪

♪ You're gonna find a way ♪

♪ The world may seem unfair ♪

♪ But, honey, don't despair ♪

♪ We'll take it day by day ♪

♪ And face it come what may ♪

♪ You're gonna be okay ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ You're gonna be okay ♪

♪ You're gonna be okay ♪

♪ You may not see the light ♪

♪ But don't give up
the fight ♪

♪ You're gonna find a way ♪

♪ The world may seem unfair ♪

♪ But, honey, don't despair ♪

♪ We'll take it day by day ♪

♪ And face it ♪

Rubbish.

Hey, brother, how you doing? You have a dollar

or anything to spare me, please?

Sir, do you have a dollar,

anything
that you can spare me, please?

Hey, you guys have anything
to give? Anything? Please.

Sorry.

Thank you so much.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, sir, how you doing?
My name is Garry Holmes,

I'm 33 years old, I--
I don't have any place to stay.

Do you happen to have a dollar

or anything
that you can spare me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course.

- Here you go, man.
- Thank you so much, sir.

- All right, have a good one.
- God bless you, right.

- Yeah, you too.
- How you doing, sir?

I hate to interrupt,
do you have anything?

Spare change?

Good afternoon.
My name is Tartuffe

and I will be taking care of you

for the duration
of your experience.

- What the hell's wrong with you?
- Hey, Darius.

What was this shit
you pulled last night?

Oh, man.

Do you know I gave you
an introduction and everything?

Like, I called your name
like a dozen times.

I know, man. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I just didn't-- I was not--

I'm trying to help you, Hunter.

I mean, I was there,

I just wasn't feeling up to it.

Turn it into art, man.

Come on, you gotta do better,
you know it.

- Yeah, I know, I'm trying.
- You're trying?

- Yeah.
- Waiter?

I just...

didn't feel like going up.

So...

Waiter?

You're on my naughty list.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah.

- Not that.
- Yeah.

Excuse me.

So you just come here

to make me feel bad or what?

I wanted you to give this
to that Sadie girl.

I wrote her
a little something-something.

Are you kidding me?

- What?
- Seriously?

You can just go up to her
and give her that yourself.

What about being
your own catalyst and all that?

- Oh--
- Can you not hear me, dude?

Come on. It's the least
that you can do

for standing me up last night.

You're not gonna let that go,
right?

- No.
- Give me that.

Would you be having
anything else, sir?

No, Mr. Tartuffe.

But I will take all
of the complimentary bread

and seltzer water you would have
to offer me.

- Big spender.
- Yes.

You want
with it?

Lemon.

Coming right up.

Hey, Tartuffe, I didn't order
this turd on this plate.

I want a filet mignon butterfly
well done.

I don't wanna see any pink

because pink reminds me
of my ex-wife's left titty.

And I do not wanna be reminded

of my ex-wife left titty
while I am eating!

I want tater tots
and I want lemon ice box--

Sir, could you take it easy
on my best friend?

He's had a very long day.

You take it easy there,
long day precious.

I'm eating here.

I'll take that right out
of your way for you.

- Well, hello, lady.
- Thank you, Sadie.

And I want some ketchup
with those tater tots.

Sure thing.

Free range chicken, my ass.
Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo.

You've heard that.

My man Hunter.

♪ Daylight ♪

♪ Daylight ♪

♪ Daylight, daylight,
daylight, daylight ♪

♪ I got daylight ♪

♪ Daylight ♪

♪ Daylight, I got daylight,
I got daylight ♪

- Hey. Hey, there.
- Hey.

What are those?

They're called smile cards.

It's just like little random
acts of kindness

that you can do for yourself.

That reminds me of my calendar.

You got a smile card calendar?

Yeah, kind of.

Hmm.

This one right here says, uh,

"Give away something
that's important to you."

That's my son's favorite card.

- You got a son?
- Yeah.

He's-- He's actually
at school right now

right around the block.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's amazing,
'cause he's growing up so fast.

It's just like
speed of light, man.

Yeah.

Every day we--

we pick a new card,

we try to live it
throughout that day.

Right now, we're working
on building the foundation

to understand
that what's important

comes from inside,
not the material world.

He really loves them,
and his comic books.

- He likes comic books?
- Yeah.

I used to read
a lot of comic books

when I was a kid.

- Really?
- I did, yeah.

I would pretend that I was
one of the characters

from that universe

and I would try
to help the protagonist,

save the world and all that.

Like the guardian
of the galaxy.

Yeah, kind of.

You know, you should have this.

It's yours.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, man.

- It's Garry, right?
- Yeah.

Hunter.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, man.

Hey.

Oh.

What are you doing here?

The door was open.

- When did you get back?
- Just now.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

No, I said
some terrible things to you.

You didn't deserve that.

Well, it's okay.

How are you?

I miss you.

I miss you too.

I'm sorry, I can't--

You're here.

You are really here.

Hunter...

we should break up now.

- Yeah, he cheated on her.
- What?

Yeah, dude. He was fucking
that granola girl, Eternity.

- What?
- Yeah.

Dude, I'm fucking Eternity.

- Fuck off!
- Yeah.

- I'm fucking Eternity too, dude.
- What the fuck? Oh.

- Come on, dude. Next is on me.
- Love you.

She doesn't depend
on agents at all,

and now he feels he's
losing control over Lauren too.

Macallan 18 neat, please.

What? He thinks
I have something to do with it?

Come on.

Look, he's an easy target,
first time director--

- My tab.
- Sorry, sir?

Let's-- Hold on, Casey.

Put it on my tab. Please.

You know he's not
actually talking to anybody?

- Are you serious?
- Uh-huh.

Guy comes in here
four or five nights a week

like clockwork,
orders a top-shelf scotch

and then gets on the phone,

starts throwing
industry buzzwords around

to ruffle feathers
and impress girls.

It's all bullshit.

There's nobody
on the other end of the line.

- It's wild.
- Yeah.

- Why does he do it?
- No idea.

Batshit crazy like
everyone else in this town.

Get you another ginger beer?

Oh, I shouldn't.
I'm driving after this.

- You know that's not alcoholic.
- Yeah, I know.

That was my attempt at humor.

- Oh, I got you.
- I'll close out.

Sure, man.

"I wanna
pull you in so close

that I can feel your heartbeat.

I feel that bang
against my chest

like it's the one inside me.

Irregular, never steady,
but it's pumping

just enough to love,

girl, so I'm just hoping
that you love me.

And if you don't,
well, that's okay,

'cause we both know
that me, compared to you,

is like comparing anyone

to
conversation starter.

But the end results
are the same.

You are ten and I'm an eight,

I'm playing catch up
to you, babe.

Honestly, you are gentle,
you are special,

you are delicate,

beautiful and well-equipped,

brains and so intelligent.

What is the connection

if the spark
don't start developing?"

"Who are we as we dance

while they drop bombs
on our heads?

You have known humans like us,

cursed to lean
on a rotten pine slab of wood

you forgot that we are sentient.

You failed to remember
what gasoline does

once inside of the body.

Something like crack cocaine
or white phosphorus,

it clears life so that death
may join us for tea.

And how unlucky you are
that he's on our side now five.

When I am happy,

I'm only allowed a moment

before the guilt
begins to settle..."

- What's up?
- Hey.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

Okay.

- How is it in there?
- It's fine.

It's a light night.

- You performing again tonight?
- No, I'm sitting this one out.

Just too many emotions
flying around.

So you're just sitting out here?

Yeah.

Good times.

Hey, are you coming in or what?

Uh, I don't know.

If you're feeling the poets,
I want you to snap,

but I want to you say, "Mm."

- Snap, snap, snap. "Mm."
- Mm.

Mm, that was so sweet.

Right? Okay, cool,
listen to be inspired, have fun

and just be open, okay?
Here we go.

Come on!

"I can make him beg

for the conversations
we could have had.

You see, when I was young,
I always thought I had to choose

between being a lightning bolt
and being the rain,

not realizing
the most colored cats

are cumulus clouds

that if you change
the atmosphere,

each one of us
can become a thunderstorm

capable of striking
the stubborn tree

and watering the willing grass
in the same breath.

So let's just get this straight.

I am not the only
smart kid from the hood.

I was not the only
Christian kid in Compton.

I'm not the only
black boy with a good father.

I am nothing,
I am nothing but a product

of God's infinite grace
and mercy.

And trust me when I say,

every day...

He's still working on me."

All right, all right, all right.
There we go.

- Hey, do you live alone?
- No.

Yes, I do.

Okay, well, then let's hang out.
I wanna see your place.

I don't know, it's late.
Maybe another time.

So you do write.

Oh, yeah, a little bit.

Is this
the infamous calendar?

- Yeah.
- "Do good things."

Whoa.

Dude, you did all this?

Yeah.

Wow.
You're really going all out.

You wanna be Saint Michael
or something?

What's your MO?
Are you trying to, like, score

a humanitarian award?

- Uh...
- I'm kidding. It's cool.

Oh, careful with that.
It's old.

Oh, wow.

- Oh, hey--
- What do we have here?

- Oh.
- Who's this for?

Is this for your girlfriend?

I don't have a girlfriend.

Bullshit. Yes, you do.
You totally do.

And you just
didn't want to tell me.

- You're fucking sketchy, dude.
- Please, can you just--

Or do you just keep
an engagement ring

- in here just in case?
- Phoenix.

I'm just asking.
What? You can't tell me?

Yeah, it was--
It was intended for her, but--

But--
But she wasn't the one?

I'm sorry, I really
don't wanna talk about this.

It's getting late.

Sorry, dude.

I thought she was the one.

I, like, really did, but...

She wasn't ready
for something like that.

And honestly, she didn't
even know I had it.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

I should probably talk about it
more openly than I do.

Where is she now?

I don't know.

She went-- went away
to go find herself.

That's what she told me.

Well, she didn't tell me.
She left me a note.

Honestly, I think my commitment
might have scared her.

Yeah, maybe.
Have you talked to her since?

No. I think she threw
her cell phone away.

What?

What? I'm sorry,
but you think just

because she won't talk to you
she threw away her phone?

Yeah, I do. I think she,
like, left the country

and burned all
of her possessions or something.

- Really?
- Yeah. What?

I'm speculating a little bit,
but that's what I think.

You're so ridiculous.
Do you have anything to eat?

- Like food?
- No, like soap.

Yes, like food. I'm starving.

So where do you live?

Well, I'm kind of
in between places right now.

And what does that mean?

Um, it's kind of a long story.

I'll give you
the abridged version.

I moved out here
seven months ago

with my boyfriend John,

which turned out to be
a total bust

because he was sleeping
with this other bitch

who got him addicted to heroin.

And so I left
and started staying

with a girlfriend
for about a month.

And then after that,
I floated over

to another guy friend's place.

And then after that,

on to the next
and then the next.

Repeat.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Sorry. I'm kind of tired

of telling the same story

to every new person I meet.

So where are you staying now?

Mm, I was staying
with this guy named Dimitri.

I met him in a gallery opening,
but he got kind of weird.

So I dipped out this morning.
He still has most of my shit.

He doesn't actually
know that I'm over it yet,

so I'm just gonna go over there
and grab my shit and leave.

Oh, okay.

Where are you staying tonight?

Oh, um...

Well, I guess I could
probably call up some people

and see if I can stay with them.

You realize
it's midnight, right?

Yeah, but it's probably fine.

No, I-- I--
I can't let you do that.

What?

Like gamble whether you have
a place to stay or not.

It's weird, it's late.
I don't know.

I wouldn't be
comfortable with it.

Okay.

Plus, it's 12:05,
so technically, it's Wednesday.

I could have you
in my calendar for today.

The DGT calendar?
I made the cut?

Yeah.
So basically it's a win-win.

Sweet.

Oh, okay, um--

- You coming in?
- I just thought-- I don't know.

What, you want me
to sleep on the floor?

No, no, this is, um...

This is good.

Yeah.

Do you always sleep
with your jeans on?

Sometimes.

You're so funny, dude.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

It's not gonna work, Hunter.

Trust me. Look,
have you tried a signal flare?

You can see one of those

40 kilometers away,
day or night.

I don't have
a signal flare, man.

Okay, well, have you tried
calling her name out

really, really loud?

Yeah, for hours.

Damn. Hey,
can you do me a favor?

I need you to give these
to that Sadie girl.

Those are
the keys to my apartment.

Don't lose them.

- Okay.
- Cool. Thanks.

Look, when in doubt,
rub one out, all right?

Okay.

- Aubrey, it's Hunter.
- Hey, what's up?

I'm really not
feeling well today.

I don't think I should
be near food or people.

- Oh, no. Stomach pain?
- So, I--

Okay.
Do you need someone to cover?

- Okay.
- I can cover.

Thank you. Thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.

Of course. No worries.
Yeah, I got you.

♪ You can tell me,
"Chin up, darling" ♪

♪ It won't always be
this way ♪

♪ But you won't call on me
tomorrow ♪

♪ You will never come
to stay ♪

♪ It's the sign
of something better ♪

♪ The beginning of a change ♪

♪ It sparks a feeling
that I'm learning ♪

♪ Getting stronger
by the day ♪

♪ You can tell me,
"Chin up, darling" ♪

♪ It won't always be
this way ♪

♪ But you won't call on me
tomorrow ♪

♪ You will never come
to stay ♪

♪ And I don't need you
to feel sorry ♪

Hey. Do you want a piano lesson?

Oh, no, no, thank you.

Don't be silly. Watch, watch.

I never had a
all my life, never.

You don't need them. Watch.

- Nice.
- See?

Okay, you try, please.

Oh, I don't know.

Come on, show us what you got.

I can try.

I haven't played
since I was a little kid.

- Take your time.
- Let's see.

It sounds so bad.

Yeah, yeah, that was
my fault, not you.

You're great partner.

It's all my pleasure.
Yeah, thank you.

- Can you do me a favor?
- Yes. What?

- Can you pinch me?
- Of course.

Just to make sure
you're not in a dream, huh?

Yes, exactly.

- Now you pinch me, please.
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Wow, that was a lot of fun.
Thank you so much.

Oh, pleasure was all mine.

- Have a good one.
- Yeah. Take care.

Where would we be without music?

Nowhere.

- You want some gum?
- Oh, no, thank you.

I have water.

Oh, I'm good. Thanks.

- You want some weed?
- What?

Nothing.

Hey, man. You live here?

I'm sorry?

- Do you live in this apartment?
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, you're Hunter?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I'm Dimitri, by the way.

Those are her things.

I'm keeping her paintings.

She has to come
see Dimitri personally

if she wants
the things back, okay?

Hey, y'all have
a wonderful time together.

Good luck, bro.

Pretty boy.

Oh, boy.

Huh.

What the fuck?

Hey, man.

Oh, you answered your phone.

- Yeah, what's up?
- Is it true?

Your coworker said you're sick.

Why do you keep coming back
to the restaurant?

Okay, for one, Hunter,
it's the only surefire way

of getting a hold of you,
because you're my best friend,

and I love you,
and also listen, bro, I think

I'm making some
serious progress with Sadie.

Are you still on that?

Not yet, but I will be.

Great.

I'm thinking about bringing her

to the Slam House to watch you
perform like you do.

- So are you sick or not, man?
- I don't know.

Okay, well,
are you gonna come tonight?

I'm not sure.
Hey, man, can I call you back?

No, no,
you can't call me back.

All I want
is an answer from you.

I'm gonna go.

- That's it, man.
- Sorry, hanging up.

I'm not asking
for too much, Hunter.

Bye.

Oh, fuck.

What are you doing?

Your door was open.

You can't come
into my apartment like this.

What happened to your face?

Dimitri was here.
You just missed him.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Nope.

That's your stuff
in the box right there.

- He brought it over for you.
- Did he do that to you?

How does he know
where I live, Phoenix?

Phoenix, how the fuck
does he know where I live?

I'm so fucking sorry, dude. I--

I told him that I was staying
at another friend's place,

but that fell through
'cause my friend backed out

at the last minute,
so I just gave him

- your address and your name--
- Oh, my God.

But I told him
to leave the box outside.

I'm so fucking sorry, dude.
Fuck, I'm gonna kill him.

- Why would you do that?
- I made a fucking mistake.

I'm a fucking idiot.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to drag you into anything.

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

I'm a little rocked.
I didn't mean to raise my voice.

I'm sorry. I just didn't
expect to get sucker punched

on my way home at my home.

You can totally hate me.
I understand.

It's fine, I don't hate you.

He has your paintings,
by the way.

He says if you wanna
get them back,

you're gonna have
to get them personally.

Motherfucker, he can have them.

I mean, yeah,
but those are your paintings.

You should probably
get those back.

It's whatever.

You hate me.

I'm gonna go.

- Where?
- I don't know.

I'll figure it out.

Phoenix, wait. Phoenix.

Can we just sit here
for like a second?

Please.

Okay.

Do you think
he's gonna come back?

If he does,
I'll fucking kill him.

Don't do that.

- I'm really sorry.
- Don't be, it's okay.

Well, I--

Tsk.

I finished your cereal.

- You finished my cereal?
- Oh, fuck. Yes.

- Oh, my God.
- And I'm so sorry.

No. This is not chill.

- What?
- You just crossed a line.

Oh, no. What happens now?

I don't know,
but it's not gonna be good.

Ooh, I'm scared.

You should be.

Look, I'll buy you more, though.

- It's fine. I'm playing.
- Okay.

This hurts.

You-- So right now
you look like a walrus

because you have this tusk.

It's--

- Thank you.
- It's too soon to make jokes.

- Yeah, yeah, it was.
- I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Okay, uh...

- What are you doing?
- Um, there.

That's not gonna do anything.

Yes, it will. It does in movies.

So what now?

I'm not gonna go out
anytime soon.

Yes, you can.
I'll be your bodyguard.

Oh, great.

Do you want, like, any ice or--

No, I'm okay.
I'm being a baby. It's fine.

Yeah, you are. Ooh, I know.

Oh, fuck, he better
not have taken it.

Yes, this
is gonna help you feel better.

- Oh, no. No.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm sorry, I don't smoke.
- Yes, you do.

- No, please.
- Famous last words.

I've done it before,
it was not my thing.

Listen, this is gonna help you,

so you're gonna
smoke this with me.

Peer pressure. Come on.

Ah.

Okay.

Yes.

Yes.

- I'm gonna regret this.
- Oh, my God.

- Just I don't--
- You don't need two hands.

- It's not that heavy.
- Okay, I don't know.

Careful.

No. Bad idea really.

No, it's good. Coughing is good.

It hits you when you cough
or something.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Just relax.

Virgin lungs.

No more for me, please. I'm--

- Do you feel any better?
- I don't know.

Good. What movies do you have?

- This is crazy.
- This is stressful.

Hey, I have
a confession to make.

Wait, say it into the mic.

Shh, shh.

- Say it in the mic.
- I--

I still have the quadratic
formulas memorized.

- Shh.
- Shh.

- X...
- It's okay.

...equals the opposite of B plus

or minus the square root of--

I can't make that sound.

Wait, give me one more try.

I can't, my lips are numb.

What if it was-- Okay, wait,
what if it was a vacuum?

- I can just--
- See if it worked.

Brrr.

It's not working.

- Useless.
- It's not working.

Fuck that elephant.
No way I brought that.

I really literally don't know
why I brought that with me.

- Why-- Why do you have that?
- I thought I would need it.

I almost had it.

Don't get it on the couch.

Am I having a heart attack?

Am I?

I don't know, man.

I'm not a doctor.

Useless.

Oh, fuck you.

I got you, bro.

Who is she, Hunter?

Okay, so tonight we have
a very special guest.

Give it up
for Miss Ariana Granger!

I wanna dedicate this to someone
who couldn't be here,

but I hope it echoes
loud enough for him to hear.

My last song.

"I'm done.

And how many times did I swear
this was the last time.

The verse,

the eulogy, the praise,

the bridge, the hook.

And how many times did I try
to convince him

to make a home with me.

Then, oh, the chorus.

But love

still always ends with...

'I'm done.'

The hook.

I've known this
to be its translation.

A fib, a fable,

as if I could wash
my hands of the blood,

as if I could omit
the sacrifice.

I created a civilization.

If I'm done under my tongue,

not because I could not,

but because I would not anymore.

Everything is dead here.

Tears are entombed
at the bottom of the sea.

Hope and second chances
are lost.

I welcome the drowning.

The bridge.

If this is the last song,

if I am the lyrics,
you are the note.

I could drown in your melody.

It took...

ten sunsets

before you said you loved me.

Nine months later,
I gave birth to your smile.

Eight times a day we would talk.

I thought
seven mornings was enough

to watch the sunrise with you.

Six times a day
you made me scream your name.

Five seconds was all
it took for us to break.

Four weeks later,
you sent me flowers.

Three days later, they died.

Two years,

and neither one of us
is happy here.

So give me one good reason...

why I should stay.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

- Oh, fuck. Oh, my God.
- Oh, dude.

- Oh.
- Dude.

- You scared the shit out of me.
- I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Yeah.

The worst dreams last night.

Yeah, you were talking
in your sleep.

Well, I need you
to do me a favor.

Okay, yeah.

I need you to slap me.

- Slap you?
- Yes, please. It has to be you.

No, I'm not gonna do that.

Phoenix, please, just slap me.

Dude, get a grip.

Dude, just fucking do it!

Fine.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Do you want another one?
- No.

Oh, and by the way,

sex last night was amazing.

We had sex?

No, I'm fucking with you.

Oh.

What did we smoke last night?

It was this
sativa-indica hybrid.

It puts you on your ass.

Yeah, I'll say.
No more for me, thank you.

Hey, I got you some more cereal
and some actual groceries.

Oh.

Thank you.

I don't remember anything
from last night.

That's a common side effect,
you'll be okay.

I'm not hitting you again,
though.

Unless you deserve it.

I had
a really strange dream too.

Every dog on the planet
was trying to get to me

so they could kill me
and eat me,

like, every single dog
in the whole fucking world.

And so millions of dogs
were, like, drowning

in the ocean crossing over
from other continents and shit.

It was wild.
I don't know what to make of it.

- So what are we doing today?
- Oh, uh...

I need to find
something for my calendar.

Can't I just take up
two days in a row?

- No, that's not how it works.
- Why not?

I can't put you down twice

for the sake
of putting you down twice.

That's lazy.

But you let me stay here twice.

This is not
how it works, Phoenix.

Okay.

Don't you have
something to do today?

Like what?

Like, I don't know, finding
a permanent place to stay,

a job, getting
your paintings back

from that Dimitri guy.

I don't mean
to sound harsh, I just--

I don't get any sense
of urgency from you.

Oh.

What, like--

like I just use people?

No, I'm not saying that.

I just don't really think
you're living in reality.

Seriously? And you are?

Well, I mean, I'm sorry
if I've been an inconvenience.

I thought we both just needed

a distraction
from all the bullshit,

but I guess
I'm just making things shittier.

No, no, that's not
what I'm saying.

Maybe you're right, though.

Maybe I should start thinking
about those things.

- Wait, Phoenix--
- Don't touch me.

- I'm sorry.
- Look, uh...

You seem
like a really cool guy, dude.

It's-- It was good to meet you,

but just, like,

try to stay above ground.

Oh.

Phoenix, hey, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean what I said.

Yes, you did.

But that's okay.

You should say what you feel.

Hunter, thank you
for letting me stay here.

I wanted to tell you
that earlier.

And...

I know we just met,
but didn't it seem

like we had known each other
for a while?

Yeah, it did.

Weird.

See you at the Slam House
sometime.

Why don't you give me your apron
and I will show you

some decent customer service?
Would that help?

We all care about you, man.

Turn it into art.

What's important
comes from inside,

not the material world.

I love the way
he portrays the mind

pulling against time
and reality.

It was good
to meet you, but just, like,

try to stay above ground.

Would you rather me
just close myself off to you--

I'm trying!

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

What is your name?
I wanna talk to your manager.

You know what?
Be my fucking guest.

I am so sorry about that.

- Darius.
- Hello?

I don't believe this.
What day is this?

I gotta be
documenting this, man.

- You know this is--
- Hey, man, listen, please.

- What's up?
- Um...

I need you to do me a favor.

What do you need, man?

Do you remember
that gallery opening

that you hosted
at the Slam House?

Yeah. Why?

I need some information

on one of the artists.

Yo, let me get

But what's this all about?

Him, he's the one.

Hi.

Hi. I'm so sorry,

I couldn't help but notice
what you're reading.

- Oh, it's Lighthead.
- Yeah by, um...

- Terrance Hayes.
- Terrance Hayes, right.

- It's one of my favorites.
- No, it's excellent.

Yeah. I love the way
he portrays the mind

pulling against time
and reality.

Definitely. Wow.

You know, you might like
The Bell Jar.

- The Bell Jar.
- By Sylvia Plath.

The Bell Jar.

It's spectacular.

Wow. I should check it out.

Well, thank you so much
for the recommendation.

- I appreciate it.
- Yeah. It was nice meeting you.

- You too. Have a good one.
- Bye. You too.

- Are you Hunter?
- Yes.

All right, get in.

So how's your day going?

It's good.
It's just another day, right?

Yeah, I feel you.

So what do you do?

I'm sorry?

You know, what do you do?

Darius gave you my address?

Don't worry about it.
What's up, pretty boy?

Hi.

How's that nose?

It's great. Is she here?

Damn.

Damn. She run away from you too?

I'm here to get
her paintings back.

Ah, fuck no.

Hell no. Fuck no.

I told you that she has to come
pick them up personally

from Dimitri, right?

I'm not gonna leave
without them.

Boo!

Shit.

- Come on, man.
- You're fucking hilarious, bro.

Like, fucking hilarious.

Okay.

They are inside, come get them.

- They're inside, come get them.
- Okay.

Dimitri.

Want a beer?

No, thank you.

You're like a martini man.

Dimitri.

- Dimitri.
- Yes, grandma.

Can you make us some dinner?

Yo, you sure
you don't want a beer?

Yeah, I'm good, man.

Check this shit out.

My grandma gave me this.

- It's pretty sexy, huh?
- Yeah, it's nice.

Fuck yeah, it is.

I use it to carve etchings
like this, man.

You can find it
in Dimitri's gallery.

- That's cool.
- Fuck yeah, it is.

This is high-performance
surgical steel.

I'm thinking about getting
a quote engraved on the blade.

- You know what it's gonna say?
- Hm?

It's better to flee than to die.

That's great.
You should do that.

Wouldn't that be dope,
like, on the side right here?

Yeah.

You wanna hold it?

Oh, no, I'm good, man.

Come on, man, hold it.

It's actually pretty light.

I really don't wanna hold it.
I'm sorry.

You know, you're being
really rude, bro.

I'm sorry.

Why can't we just be friends?

We can be friends.
We can totally be friends.

No, you don't wanna be
my friend.

You're just saying that.

I do.
I totally wanna be your friend.

- Really? Do you mean that?
- Yes.

Let him go, Ricky.
You fucking spaz. Let him go.

I was just joking around
with him.

I love this guy.

Those are the paintings?

I mean, yeah, these are them.
Um...

- Are you sure you want?
- Yes.

No, bro, I mean,
like, are you sure?

- These are her paintings?
- Yeah.

Okay, yeah, I'll take them.

Hey, man.

You came back
after I popped you.

That's what's up.

Okay, thank you.

- I'm gonna go now.
- Hey.

Hey, she makes people
crazy, bro.

Shut up, Ricky.

But she does, all right?

Yeah.

Take care yourself, pretty boy.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Nice meeting you.

See you around the neighborhood.

Let's hang out soon.

"Let's hang out soon"?

First you were gonna cut him.

Now you wanna hang out?

Everything is all taken care of,
it's all laid out there.

The deal was done.

Oh, really?
That's what he's gonna do.

Really?
Oh, that's his intention?

No, no, no. Then you talk.

No, no, no, you talk.

Yeah, you talk to him
and let him know.

I'm done.

"A face of shame
covered with accusations

on her tattered garments
written by the abusers,

the righteous ones of John 8:7,

come with stones
to judge and condemn.

As if emotional toil
did not suffice..."

My shift's gonna
start soon so I have to dip,

but thank you so much
for inviting me.

- This is awesome.
- You're welcome.

- So next week?
- Yeah, for sure.

Good night.

"...her
ears as she passes by.

She walks defiant
in her stride shouting,

'Mistress am I. Mistress am I.

Mistress am I.'"

When you see Phoenix,
can you give these to her?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

And thank you so much
for that address, man.

- I owe you.
- Bro, you do owe me.

Look, I'm gonna go ahead
and do this thing.

Can you go back there quick?

Hunter. Hunter.

Wow.

Hey, man, take your time.

"Sometimes I mourn the dawn.

I choose to remain fragmented
until sundown, until dark

because that is
where I like to hide.

And one day
a bird will be burning.

It will be on fire
blazing at my door.

And by this time, I'm so tired
of drying crying girl's tears.

And deep down, I just wanna
tell her to go the hell away,

but then...

maybe I wanna be on fire too.

And she will teach me to rise
from the ashes again,

kind of like the sun,
how it also rises

and wakes without
an alarm or a bell that tolls.

I wanted to spend midnights
riding under the moon

and get drunk
in the month of you,

and then scratch out
your name wherever it may exist.

I wanna burn the same and...

every fucking last inch of it,

and then bury
its frail and lovely bones

into a magnificent
lover's grave.

This is a tale of hearts.

I need to write or tell a tale,
but what good is a fairytale

if it does not have a heart
or a happy ending?

Is it rubbish?

What good is a body
if it does not live life?

What is kindness?

What is being brave?

You wanted me
to be your soldier,

but I am done
going to battle for you.

Consider this my white flag.

So in days like this,

when I feel like I have
nothing more to write,

when I feel
like I can't right my wrongs

because the day left me
into pieces,

on days like this
when I feel tainted,

tired, crumbling and decaying

because the salmon
was burned or--

or the order wasn't right
or my thoughts consumed me

and keep me up at night.

When I'm up shits creek

and the struggle
of loneliness, of greed,

of fraud and scheme,
jealousy, temptation,

this and that, it's all rubbish.

Tell them
how I fought to the end.

Tell them that life
did not defeat me.

These dreams keep catching me.

They capture me.

So I surrender.

As daylight creeps in,
I pick up my pen

just as the sun rises
without my permission

and I awake in my dreams
and I do good things.

I do good things.

Even on days like this."

Thank you.

Welcome back.

Welcome back.

All right.
My man Hunter got my crying.

So check this out.

♪ And all I see ♪

♪ That I've been here before ♪

♪ Back when I asked
the sea for more ♪

♪ And I was swept back
to the shore ♪

♪ And now I see that ♪

♪ Oh, my body
is just a vessel ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, my body
is just a vessel ♪

♪ And now I see that ♪

♪ And should I see you
at the junction ♪

♪ I trust our vessels
will know ♪

♪ Strike a match
underneath me ♪

♪ I've been waiting to glow ♪

♪ Time has pulled me
back again ♪

♪ I lost you once ♪

♪ Can't lose you twice ♪

♪ Light me up
from the inside ♪

♪ Burning up once within ♪

♪ Break me down to embers ♪

♪ So I'll remember
how to live ♪

♪ I'm awake in my dreams ♪

♪ Ain't it not what it seems ♪

♪ I'm awake in my dreams ♪

♪ Tell me what it means ♪

♪ I want a life on fire ♪

♪ I need a life on fire ♪

♪ I want a life on fire ♪

♪ I need a life on fire ♪

♪ Life on fire ♪

♪ Give me the life on fire ♪

♪ Life on fire ♪

♪ Give me the life on fire ♪

♪ Life on fire ♪

♪ Give me the life on fire ♪

♪ Fire ♪

♪ Freeing clear
of your ♪

♪ Chains have melted away ♪

♪ Standing tall and tough
the path ♪

♪ You built for me ♪

♪ No longer mine ♪

♪ Flap my wings
toward the sunrise ♪

♪ To what remains
of the night ♪

♪ Cast away the darkness ♪

♪ Now I remember ♪

♪ I'm awake in my dreams ♪

♪ Fade into a memory ♪

♪ I'm awake in my dreams ♪

♪ I know what it means ♪

♪ I want a life on fire ♪

♪ I need a life on fire ♪

♪ I want a life on fire ♪

♪ I need a life on fire ♪

♪ Life on fire ♪

♪ Give me the life on fire ♪

♪ Fire ♪

Thank you both so much
for coming.

Thank you.

What do you see?