Lowlife (2012) - full transcript
A lonely musician's descent into the shadowy world of a living drug leads to a mysterious island where a battle of body and soul is waged.
["Beatitudes" by The
Monks of Weston Priory]
[mysterious music]
Elle: Hi, it's Elle,
leave a message.
Officer: Hello, this message
is for Eleanor Haynes.
This is the Cole Harbour
Police Department.
I've tried calling
several times.
There was a boating
accident, and a body has been
found who we believe
to be Thomas Gods.
We've been unable to
locate any family members,
just your number in his wallet.
We'd like to ask you to
come into the station
to identify him and ask
you a few questions,
and there are a
few personal items.
I'm sorry to have to
tell you this way.
The number here is
418-8221, thank you.
Asa: I started to think
you weren't coming.
No, I just thought it'd be nice
if we spend some time together.
I thought it would be nice
if we spend some time ...
All right, you're the boss.
I'm getting in, okay?
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
[distorted music]
Hey, I was starting to
think you weren't coming.
Elle: You can only stay
for a couple of days.
Asa: All right, I just want to
spend some time
together, catch up.
Elle: It can't be
like last time.
I mean it.
Asa: You're the boss.
I'm getting in.
Okay.
[twigs snapping]
Oh, no.
Oh, my salvation.
Elle: You're up early.
Asa: Hey.
Elle: You cooking?
Asa: Yeah, I'm
making you breakfast.
I wanted to surprise you.
Over easy, right?
Elle: I'm not really hungry.
Asa: Well, I made a lot.
I can eat twice, it's all right.
So, you didn't say
too much last night.
So, what's new?
Elle: Nothing.
Asa: Place is looking good.
Elle: Thanks.
Asa: So really, what's going on?
Elle: Not much.
Asa: Can you elaborate
a little bit?
Elle: What do you want to know?
Asa: Still playing music?
Elle: Yeah.
Asa: What about money,
are you making any money?
Do you have a boyfriend?
Elle: Asa, I don't have friends.
I mean, what happened to you?
You just vanished.
You didn't even say goodbye.
Asa: I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, it was confusing.
I got mixed up.
No, it's more like I got lost.
Elle: Lost?
Asa: Yeah.
Elle: You got lost?
It must be nice to
be able to pack up
and leave whenever
you feel like it.
I had nothing when you
left, absolutely nothing.
I had to stay with Damon,
that guy's a fucking creep.
Asa: I know he is.
Look, I was just twisted
up in some bad shit.
I had to get out
of here, you know?
I'm sorry, I told you I'm sorry.
I mean, what do
you want me to say?
Elle: You could have
said goodbye, at least.
Asa: Yeah.
Well, I'm here now and I think
we should make the most of that.
Why don't we do something today.
Anything you want to do.
[tuba playing]
[phone ringing]
Elle: Hi, it's Elle,
leave a message.
Damon: [humming] It's
me, I know you're there.
Voiceover: Thank
you for your call.
To erase all messages,
press erase again.
No message.
[ethereal music]
Dog: A wander's island with yet
another host for the hunger.
Again, moving deeper
inward where but for these,
too far from cautious eyes.
Could one more be lost
inside the organism?
The absolute dead
centre of nowhere.
[distorted tribal music]
Asa: You know what's in there.
Elle: I was hoping it wasn't.
Asa: You want to give
it a whirl, or what?
Elle: I don't
know, the last time
we did this it wasn't good.
Asa: Well, you know I'm into it.
It's always best
with you, though.
Elle: Where did it come from?
Asa: Just a friend of a friend.
[slurping]
[sinister music]
Dog: Heed me when I speak!
This pus and ooze
will soon surround you
and become an infectious sea
to flail against the
skin of this parasite.
Listen!
I have born witness as soul
after soul dissolved into murk.
From this man, the
illusion, cut yourself away.
Before my word, your
light grows faint.
[menacing music]
Elle: I'm in a dream
and there's a dead fish
rotting on a picnic
table next to a river.
I don't know why
I keep having it.
Sometimes it's
three times a week.
Sometimes it's like months.
Asa: Amen.
Elle: Wake up.
Asa: Are we even now?
Transient: [LOSER, LOSER] !
Have you seen a dog?
[I'm so afraid]
[unintelligible].
Asa: No, man.
Transient: [Loser]!
[slow haunting blues music]
Sarah: Hey, Eleanor!
Elle: Oh hey, Sarah!
What's happening?
[distorted tuba music]
I really can't stay,
I gotta get going.
Sarah: We should jam sometime!
Elle: Yeah, sure.
Asa: You shouldn't smoke so
close, you're gonna kill them.
Elle: You care about
them more than me now?
Asa: No, you
shouldn't smoke either
but you're gonna kill them.
Elle: What's this?
Asa: It'll make them taste
better, just a little bit.
That's good.
Elle: So, how long you
really staying anyway?
Asa: Well, how long do you have?
You want to kick me out already?
Elle: No, it's been
nice having you around.
It's been kind of
quiet around here.
Asa: Yeah I know, I
missed you too, I did.
Elle: Stop it!
Asa: Whoa.
Sorry.
I haven't been on a bed
in probably half a year.
Elle: Sleeping on
the floor again?
Asa: No.
Elle: So, why don't you tell me
you've been this whole time?
Asa: Well, this guy
I know, Tommy Gods,
he got in all kinds of trouble
with these clowns
in Cheaters Cove.
Stole something of theirs
that had significant value.
Guess he split town
when they found him out.
Probably made for the hills.
Maybe he's dead.
In any case, these
guys he robbed,
they somehow thought I was Tommy
or at least they didn't
care one way or another.
Someone had to
pay for it, so ...
One night at a bar
downtown a couple of goons
grabbed me and the
next thing I know
I'm knee-deep in dead
fish, doped out of my tree.
They'd taken me to this
weird fish farm where I was
to work off Tommy's debt
harvesting goddamn sea eels.
It was just me and this
fucking sadistic boss.
This gross man.
We stayed in this fishing
shack day and night.
Never left, not even
for the washroom.
When it would rain this
dirt piss and shit floor
would turn into this vile
of mud and it would just
get caked all over him
and the rest of the place.
It was like that all
the time, disgusting.
I couldn't be in there.
That's why I slept outside.
He stayed in that shack all day
just barking at me
through the door,
barking at me to kill more
eels, always more eels.
I was breaking neck
after neck after neck.
Then I'd pile them
on these rafts
just as high as I could throw.
It was nonstop.
When the tide came
in, a couple of
old-timers would show
up in a motorboat.
One of them would go
meet with the boss,
the other one would
hook up the rafts
to haul those fucking
eel corpses out of there.
Overheard one of those
guys say they were
using them to make
expensive soap
for rich old bags in
Europe, I don't know.
They didn't talk to
me and I didn't speak.
No, I just waited
to get out of there.
So, the last time those
old bastards showed up
I stole their boat
and I took off.
Fuck them!
It was almost too easy.
I realize that I could
have left any time.
I mean the boss, he
never left the shack.
The old guys were weak,
probably not armed.
I don't know why
I waited so long.
Maybe I needed to be there.
The mudman and me.
I sure could have used
some of that soap.
What are you, sleeping?
Elle: Oh, you did, eh?
Asa: Yeah I did, hey,
give me one of those.
[ethereal music]
[ominous distorted music]
Mudman: Yo, banana boy.
God lived as a devil dog.
[distorted tuba music]
Dog: A disease
disguised as love.
Wily serpent, veteran
of your craft.
Yes, but a truly great deceiver.
Perhaps a stirring
performance for a single cell,
the lord of sludge
and island muck.
But, slimy bastard,
remember your
goddamn station and end
this circle of ruin.
Tommy shall be
the last, I swear,
for I can be wicked, too.
Now my bark, but then my bite.
[ethereal music]
Asa: This is it.
This is it, Asa, Asa.
ASA!
ASA!
ASA!
ASA!
[distorted tuba music]
Just a hat.
It's just a hat.
[laughter]
Asa.
[foreboding music]
GET OUT OF HERE!
[dog barks]
Get out of here!
GET OUT OF HERE!
Dog: Withdraw from him.
Let the tide of [Homer]
come until it goes.
Reveal for yourself
the dying monster
hidden under this mask of a man.
["Song of Hope" by The
Monks of Weston Priory]
[church bell ringing]
Elle: Oh?
Asa?
Asa: Elle?
Elle: Yeah?
Asa: Where were you?
Elle: I went to get some food.
What the hell happened here?
Asa: You tell me what happened.
Elle: I don't know,
what about it?
Asa: The cooler's
been open all night.
Everything's dead!
Elle: We must've forgot.
Asa: We?
You did this, why?
Elle: I didn't.
Asa: I would never leave
my cooler like this!
Elle: I didn't leave it open!
You were the last
one that was in it.
It could have been
either one of us.
Asa: What are we gonna do now?
Do you know how
important this is?
Elle: I don't know-
Asa: I need to know
why you did this!
Elle: I didn't do it.
We'll figure it out,
don't worry about it.
Asa: WORRY ABOUT IT!
WORRY ABOUT IT!
ADMIT IT!
[slap]
That's all I have, Elle.
They could have lasted us years.
Elle: [sobbing] I didn't
want to do it for that long.
Asa: You did this!
Elle: I just didn't want
it to get like last time.
Asa: We can work it
out, we can work it out.
It's okay, it's okay.
Let's move on.
We can fix it.
You just have to call
that guy you know.
Elle: No.
Asa: Yes, call him.
Elle: No, you said
I wouldn't have to.
Asa: I wish we didn't
have to, I really do.
Let's do it.
Elle: It's just ringing,
he's not picking up.
Asa: Call him again, this
time dial the right number.
Elle: He's not answering.
Asa: Give me that, give me that.
We're just gonna have
to drive over there.
If he's not home,
we'll break in.
Elle: No.
Asa: Hey, I know you
still have his key.
What are you doing with that?
You know, he's so doped up
that he won't even notice.
Elle: I don't want to.
Asa: Hey, it's all
right, all right.
[distorted tuba music]
I told you he wasn't home.
I can't see a fucking
[unintelligible] a light.
Thanks.
Open those drawers.
Damon: Thanks for stopping by.
Asa: Hey, Damon.
Damon: Hello.
Elle: Tried calling first
but there was no answer.
We just need to
get a couple slugs.
Damon: And we were
just gonna make
ourselves at home
and borrow some?
That's, whatever.
Why don't you just
make yourself at home?
Have a seat, let's
see what happens.
Do you want a soda?
Elle: No, thanks.
Asa ...
Asa: Just wait.
We can't stay too long.
How about something
for the road?
[ethereal music]
Elle: We can't stay too long.
How about something
for the road?
Damon: What, do you think
this is a drive thru?
Fast food?
They're my pets, you know.
Had these slime balls
for over 10 years now.
Got to show them respect.
You treat them well,
they treat you well.
They get much stronger with age.
I don't understand
how you do-druggers
walk around with
them in your little
lunchboxes wrapped
up like a sandwich.
It's no wonder they
don't poison you!
I'll be right back.
Asa: Don't worry about it.
Damon: Here we go,
my little lovers.
These aren't like the mutilated
regenerates you're
probably used to.
No, these come from the
islands of Cheaters Cove.
Naturally, they're
permitted to grow
and reach full maturity.
I hear the islands are
crawling with them.
I'm thinking maybe
dropping it all,
living like a hermit,
live the infinite trip.
Maybe I'll be a slug.
Elle: Okay well, I'm
just gonna take these
Damon: You relax it, lady!
Damon: One thing at a time.
This isn't a quick fix.
Slow like a snail.
Elle: That's my jacket.
Damon: Was your jacket.
It's kind of grown on me.
Maybe we could make
a trade or something.
No, no no no, silly girl!
You trying to kill it?
Elle: No.
Damon: You hardly have
to spook it at all.
It's a defense mechanism.
Love it, you'll
get it better days.
It's like a cow standing in line
factory waiting
to be slaughtered.
He's watching his kinfolk in
front of him about to be killed
knowing the same thing
will happen to him.
Fear is manifesting.
His body releases all
sorts of chemicals.
Fear is a poison.
When you eat them as a burger,
that poison's still in there.
Why do you think this fucked
up world so run on fear?
Fast food, they're
feeding it to you.
Doesn't have to be that way.
Can be much more pleasant.
[distorted rhythmic tuba music]
[mystical music]
[distorted music]
[church bell ringing]
Dog: Shed this dying flesh,
and return to your body
before the earth compacts
and the organisms
of this electric
soil call you home.
For now it's just the
one, Asa, the shadow
who has already taken so many.
All his charms, an illusion.
All that exists, hunger.
I pray that you hunt this
man from within yourself
and journey the island
back to your grave.
Trust me, my love,
it's time to come home.
[distorted psychedelic music]
Asa: Asa!
[We all know him].
[We all know him].
That's nice.
Where are you?
Where are you?
There you are.
You're nowhere.
[dog barks]
OW!
Oh!
[I don't know you].
[Don't even know you].
Look [unintelligible]
just weren't there.
Never found you.
Transient: [Loser]!
Asa: Never found you.
[wind howling]
Asa: Elle, wake up, wake up.
Wake up.
[tapping rhythm]
Damon: Couldn't see that coming.
[droning music]
Damon: Yeah, these
ones come from
the islands of Cheaters Cove.
Live like a hermit,
live the infinite trip.
[tuba and trumpet music]
[foreboding music]
[mystical music]
[sinister music]
Asa: COME ON, FUCK!
[distorted tuba music]
Dog: My child!
You have given
yourself to this slug,
handed over your soul to
a ghost not really here.
And now you too have
become invisible,
bound for only one more
chance at redemption.
But look for me by your side.
For the hollowing
children of the island
all bear my watchful
eye and heavy heart.
Even Tommy, selfish poacher,
bent on fleecing my sanctuary,
raping every square
inch to extinguish
his desire, bore
no responsibility.
His body, merely the host.
So yes, for even Tommy
I wept countless tears.
Do not cause me to yet
again carry such sorrow.
Elle: Hi, it's Elle,
leave a message.
Damon: Hey, it's me.
I know the other night
got a little bit weird
but I had a fun time, you know.
Oh yeah, I wanted
to say I was looking
through a pile of
things here and I think
I found some of
your sheet music.
Just give me a call
when you feel like it.
[dog barking]
[grunting]
Asa: Oh, fuck!
[mysterious music]
Elle: [crying] I
don't want any more!
I don't want any more!
[unintelligible] threw away.
[fretful music]
No!
Asa: I was beginning to
think you weren't coming.
Elle: Asa?
What is this?
What are you?
Asa: How many times have
we done this, Eleanor?
Alone, empty, here
you are again.
Returning to us.
To your purpose.
Elle: Is this real?
Asa: You're a dried up fish.
Suffocating without water.
Only beneath the air will
you truly be safe from God!
Elle: No!
Asa: Descend with us!
Leave your dying life.
[menacing music]
Shopkeeper: Hey
Tommy, how's it going?
Tommy: All right.
Shopkeeper: A little early
for fishing, ain't it?
Tommy: Yeah, I guess so.
Shopkeeper: Didn't see you
at church the other day.
Tommy: Yeah, I moved away.
I go to a different church now.
Shopkeeper: That will
be $9.29, please.
Thank you!
Oh, don't be a stranger!
Asa: Ready?
Tommy: Yep.
Asa: Little bit small, isn't it?
Tommy: It's all they had.
Asa: Come on, let's go.
["Song of Hope" by The
Monks of Weston Priory]
[mystical music]
Monks of Weston Priory]
[mysterious music]
Elle: Hi, it's Elle,
leave a message.
Officer: Hello, this message
is for Eleanor Haynes.
This is the Cole Harbour
Police Department.
I've tried calling
several times.
There was a boating
accident, and a body has been
found who we believe
to be Thomas Gods.
We've been unable to
locate any family members,
just your number in his wallet.
We'd like to ask you to
come into the station
to identify him and ask
you a few questions,
and there are a
few personal items.
I'm sorry to have to
tell you this way.
The number here is
418-8221, thank you.
Asa: I started to think
you weren't coming.
No, I just thought it'd be nice
if we spend some time together.
I thought it would be nice
if we spend some time ...
All right, you're the boss.
I'm getting in, okay?
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
[distorted music]
Hey, I was starting to
think you weren't coming.
Elle: You can only stay
for a couple of days.
Asa: All right, I just want to
spend some time
together, catch up.
Elle: It can't be
like last time.
I mean it.
Asa: You're the boss.
I'm getting in.
Okay.
[twigs snapping]
Oh, no.
Oh, my salvation.
Elle: You're up early.
Asa: Hey.
Elle: You cooking?
Asa: Yeah, I'm
making you breakfast.
I wanted to surprise you.
Over easy, right?
Elle: I'm not really hungry.
Asa: Well, I made a lot.
I can eat twice, it's all right.
So, you didn't say
too much last night.
So, what's new?
Elle: Nothing.
Asa: Place is looking good.
Elle: Thanks.
Asa: So really, what's going on?
Elle: Not much.
Asa: Can you elaborate
a little bit?
Elle: What do you want to know?
Asa: Still playing music?
Elle: Yeah.
Asa: What about money,
are you making any money?
Do you have a boyfriend?
Elle: Asa, I don't have friends.
I mean, what happened to you?
You just vanished.
You didn't even say goodbye.
Asa: I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, it was confusing.
I got mixed up.
No, it's more like I got lost.
Elle: Lost?
Asa: Yeah.
Elle: You got lost?
It must be nice to
be able to pack up
and leave whenever
you feel like it.
I had nothing when you
left, absolutely nothing.
I had to stay with Damon,
that guy's a fucking creep.
Asa: I know he is.
Look, I was just twisted
up in some bad shit.
I had to get out
of here, you know?
I'm sorry, I told you I'm sorry.
I mean, what do
you want me to say?
Elle: You could have
said goodbye, at least.
Asa: Yeah.
Well, I'm here now and I think
we should make the most of that.
Why don't we do something today.
Anything you want to do.
[tuba playing]
[phone ringing]
Elle: Hi, it's Elle,
leave a message.
Damon: [humming] It's
me, I know you're there.
Voiceover: Thank
you for your call.
To erase all messages,
press erase again.
No message.
[ethereal music]
Dog: A wander's island with yet
another host for the hunger.
Again, moving deeper
inward where but for these,
too far from cautious eyes.
Could one more be lost
inside the organism?
The absolute dead
centre of nowhere.
[distorted tribal music]
Asa: You know what's in there.
Elle: I was hoping it wasn't.
Asa: You want to give
it a whirl, or what?
Elle: I don't
know, the last time
we did this it wasn't good.
Asa: Well, you know I'm into it.
It's always best
with you, though.
Elle: Where did it come from?
Asa: Just a friend of a friend.
[slurping]
[sinister music]
Dog: Heed me when I speak!
This pus and ooze
will soon surround you
and become an infectious sea
to flail against the
skin of this parasite.
Listen!
I have born witness as soul
after soul dissolved into murk.
From this man, the
illusion, cut yourself away.
Before my word, your
light grows faint.
[menacing music]
Elle: I'm in a dream
and there's a dead fish
rotting on a picnic
table next to a river.
I don't know why
I keep having it.
Sometimes it's
three times a week.
Sometimes it's like months.
Asa: Amen.
Elle: Wake up.
Asa: Are we even now?
Transient: [LOSER, LOSER] !
Have you seen a dog?
[I'm so afraid]
[unintelligible].
Asa: No, man.
Transient: [Loser]!
[slow haunting blues music]
Sarah: Hey, Eleanor!
Elle: Oh hey, Sarah!
What's happening?
[distorted tuba music]
I really can't stay,
I gotta get going.
Sarah: We should jam sometime!
Elle: Yeah, sure.
Asa: You shouldn't smoke so
close, you're gonna kill them.
Elle: You care about
them more than me now?
Asa: No, you
shouldn't smoke either
but you're gonna kill them.
Elle: What's this?
Asa: It'll make them taste
better, just a little bit.
That's good.
Elle: So, how long you
really staying anyway?
Asa: Well, how long do you have?
You want to kick me out already?
Elle: No, it's been
nice having you around.
It's been kind of
quiet around here.
Asa: Yeah I know, I
missed you too, I did.
Elle: Stop it!
Asa: Whoa.
Sorry.
I haven't been on a bed
in probably half a year.
Elle: Sleeping on
the floor again?
Asa: No.
Elle: So, why don't you tell me
you've been this whole time?
Asa: Well, this guy
I know, Tommy Gods,
he got in all kinds of trouble
with these clowns
in Cheaters Cove.
Stole something of theirs
that had significant value.
Guess he split town
when they found him out.
Probably made for the hills.
Maybe he's dead.
In any case, these
guys he robbed,
they somehow thought I was Tommy
or at least they didn't
care one way or another.
Someone had to
pay for it, so ...
One night at a bar
downtown a couple of goons
grabbed me and the
next thing I know
I'm knee-deep in dead
fish, doped out of my tree.
They'd taken me to this
weird fish farm where I was
to work off Tommy's debt
harvesting goddamn sea eels.
It was just me and this
fucking sadistic boss.
This gross man.
We stayed in this fishing
shack day and night.
Never left, not even
for the washroom.
When it would rain this
dirt piss and shit floor
would turn into this vile
of mud and it would just
get caked all over him
and the rest of the place.
It was like that all
the time, disgusting.
I couldn't be in there.
That's why I slept outside.
He stayed in that shack all day
just barking at me
through the door,
barking at me to kill more
eels, always more eels.
I was breaking neck
after neck after neck.
Then I'd pile them
on these rafts
just as high as I could throw.
It was nonstop.
When the tide came
in, a couple of
old-timers would show
up in a motorboat.
One of them would go
meet with the boss,
the other one would
hook up the rafts
to haul those fucking
eel corpses out of there.
Overheard one of those
guys say they were
using them to make
expensive soap
for rich old bags in
Europe, I don't know.
They didn't talk to
me and I didn't speak.
No, I just waited
to get out of there.
So, the last time those
old bastards showed up
I stole their boat
and I took off.
Fuck them!
It was almost too easy.
I realize that I could
have left any time.
I mean the boss, he
never left the shack.
The old guys were weak,
probably not armed.
I don't know why
I waited so long.
Maybe I needed to be there.
The mudman and me.
I sure could have used
some of that soap.
What are you, sleeping?
Elle: Oh, you did, eh?
Asa: Yeah I did, hey,
give me one of those.
[ethereal music]
[ominous distorted music]
Mudman: Yo, banana boy.
God lived as a devil dog.
[distorted tuba music]
Dog: A disease
disguised as love.
Wily serpent, veteran
of your craft.
Yes, but a truly great deceiver.
Perhaps a stirring
performance for a single cell,
the lord of sludge
and island muck.
But, slimy bastard,
remember your
goddamn station and end
this circle of ruin.
Tommy shall be
the last, I swear,
for I can be wicked, too.
Now my bark, but then my bite.
[ethereal music]
Asa: This is it.
This is it, Asa, Asa.
ASA!
ASA!
ASA!
ASA!
[distorted tuba music]
Just a hat.
It's just a hat.
[laughter]
Asa.
[foreboding music]
GET OUT OF HERE!
[dog barks]
Get out of here!
GET OUT OF HERE!
Dog: Withdraw from him.
Let the tide of [Homer]
come until it goes.
Reveal for yourself
the dying monster
hidden under this mask of a man.
["Song of Hope" by The
Monks of Weston Priory]
[church bell ringing]
Elle: Oh?
Asa?
Asa: Elle?
Elle: Yeah?
Asa: Where were you?
Elle: I went to get some food.
What the hell happened here?
Asa: You tell me what happened.
Elle: I don't know,
what about it?
Asa: The cooler's
been open all night.
Everything's dead!
Elle: We must've forgot.
Asa: We?
You did this, why?
Elle: I didn't.
Asa: I would never leave
my cooler like this!
Elle: I didn't leave it open!
You were the last
one that was in it.
It could have been
either one of us.
Asa: What are we gonna do now?
Do you know how
important this is?
Elle: I don't know-
Asa: I need to know
why you did this!
Elle: I didn't do it.
We'll figure it out,
don't worry about it.
Asa: WORRY ABOUT IT!
WORRY ABOUT IT!
ADMIT IT!
[slap]
That's all I have, Elle.
They could have lasted us years.
Elle: [sobbing] I didn't
want to do it for that long.
Asa: You did this!
Elle: I just didn't want
it to get like last time.
Asa: We can work it
out, we can work it out.
It's okay, it's okay.
Let's move on.
We can fix it.
You just have to call
that guy you know.
Elle: No.
Asa: Yes, call him.
Elle: No, you said
I wouldn't have to.
Asa: I wish we didn't
have to, I really do.
Let's do it.
Elle: It's just ringing,
he's not picking up.
Asa: Call him again, this
time dial the right number.
Elle: He's not answering.
Asa: Give me that, give me that.
We're just gonna have
to drive over there.
If he's not home,
we'll break in.
Elle: No.
Asa: Hey, I know you
still have his key.
What are you doing with that?
You know, he's so doped up
that he won't even notice.
Elle: I don't want to.
Asa: Hey, it's all
right, all right.
[distorted tuba music]
I told you he wasn't home.
I can't see a fucking
[unintelligible] a light.
Thanks.
Open those drawers.
Damon: Thanks for stopping by.
Asa: Hey, Damon.
Damon: Hello.
Elle: Tried calling first
but there was no answer.
We just need to
get a couple slugs.
Damon: And we were
just gonna make
ourselves at home
and borrow some?
That's, whatever.
Why don't you just
make yourself at home?
Have a seat, let's
see what happens.
Do you want a soda?
Elle: No, thanks.
Asa ...
Asa: Just wait.
We can't stay too long.
How about something
for the road?
[ethereal music]
Elle: We can't stay too long.
How about something
for the road?
Damon: What, do you think
this is a drive thru?
Fast food?
They're my pets, you know.
Had these slime balls
for over 10 years now.
Got to show them respect.
You treat them well,
they treat you well.
They get much stronger with age.
I don't understand
how you do-druggers
walk around with
them in your little
lunchboxes wrapped
up like a sandwich.
It's no wonder they
don't poison you!
I'll be right back.
Asa: Don't worry about it.
Damon: Here we go,
my little lovers.
These aren't like the mutilated
regenerates you're
probably used to.
No, these come from the
islands of Cheaters Cove.
Naturally, they're
permitted to grow
and reach full maturity.
I hear the islands are
crawling with them.
I'm thinking maybe
dropping it all,
living like a hermit,
live the infinite trip.
Maybe I'll be a slug.
Elle: Okay well, I'm
just gonna take these
Damon: You relax it, lady!
Damon: One thing at a time.
This isn't a quick fix.
Slow like a snail.
Elle: That's my jacket.
Damon: Was your jacket.
It's kind of grown on me.
Maybe we could make
a trade or something.
No, no no no, silly girl!
You trying to kill it?
Elle: No.
Damon: You hardly have
to spook it at all.
It's a defense mechanism.
Love it, you'll
get it better days.
It's like a cow standing in line
factory waiting
to be slaughtered.
He's watching his kinfolk in
front of him about to be killed
knowing the same thing
will happen to him.
Fear is manifesting.
His body releases all
sorts of chemicals.
Fear is a poison.
When you eat them as a burger,
that poison's still in there.
Why do you think this fucked
up world so run on fear?
Fast food, they're
feeding it to you.
Doesn't have to be that way.
Can be much more pleasant.
[distorted rhythmic tuba music]
[mystical music]
[distorted music]
[church bell ringing]
Dog: Shed this dying flesh,
and return to your body
before the earth compacts
and the organisms
of this electric
soil call you home.
For now it's just the
one, Asa, the shadow
who has already taken so many.
All his charms, an illusion.
All that exists, hunger.
I pray that you hunt this
man from within yourself
and journey the island
back to your grave.
Trust me, my love,
it's time to come home.
[distorted psychedelic music]
Asa: Asa!
[We all know him].
[We all know him].
That's nice.
Where are you?
Where are you?
There you are.
You're nowhere.
[dog barks]
OW!
Oh!
[I don't know you].
[Don't even know you].
Look [unintelligible]
just weren't there.
Never found you.
Transient: [Loser]!
Asa: Never found you.
[wind howling]
Asa: Elle, wake up, wake up.
Wake up.
[tapping rhythm]
Damon: Couldn't see that coming.
[droning music]
Damon: Yeah, these
ones come from
the islands of Cheaters Cove.
Live like a hermit,
live the infinite trip.
[tuba and trumpet music]
[foreboding music]
[mystical music]
[sinister music]
Asa: COME ON, FUCK!
[distorted tuba music]
Dog: My child!
You have given
yourself to this slug,
handed over your soul to
a ghost not really here.
And now you too have
become invisible,
bound for only one more
chance at redemption.
But look for me by your side.
For the hollowing
children of the island
all bear my watchful
eye and heavy heart.
Even Tommy, selfish poacher,
bent on fleecing my sanctuary,
raping every square
inch to extinguish
his desire, bore
no responsibility.
His body, merely the host.
So yes, for even Tommy
I wept countless tears.
Do not cause me to yet
again carry such sorrow.
Elle: Hi, it's Elle,
leave a message.
Damon: Hey, it's me.
I know the other night
got a little bit weird
but I had a fun time, you know.
Oh yeah, I wanted
to say I was looking
through a pile of
things here and I think
I found some of
your sheet music.
Just give me a call
when you feel like it.
[dog barking]
[grunting]
Asa: Oh, fuck!
[mysterious music]
Elle: [crying] I
don't want any more!
I don't want any more!
[unintelligible] threw away.
[fretful music]
No!
Asa: I was beginning to
think you weren't coming.
Elle: Asa?
What is this?
What are you?
Asa: How many times have
we done this, Eleanor?
Alone, empty, here
you are again.
Returning to us.
To your purpose.
Elle: Is this real?
Asa: You're a dried up fish.
Suffocating without water.
Only beneath the air will
you truly be safe from God!
Elle: No!
Asa: Descend with us!
Leave your dying life.
[menacing music]
Shopkeeper: Hey
Tommy, how's it going?
Tommy: All right.
Shopkeeper: A little early
for fishing, ain't it?
Tommy: Yeah, I guess so.
Shopkeeper: Didn't see you
at church the other day.
Tommy: Yeah, I moved away.
I go to a different church now.
Shopkeeper: That will
be $9.29, please.
Thank you!
Oh, don't be a stranger!
Asa: Ready?
Tommy: Yep.
Asa: Little bit small, isn't it?
Tommy: It's all they had.
Asa: Come on, let's go.
["Song of Hope" by The
Monks of Weston Priory]
[mystical music]