Poor Agnes (2017) - full transcript

Men murder whores,

women murder their babies.

What does that make me?

I picture the Mariana Trench
going all the way down.

I imagine the fishes
trapped down in the ink.

They don't know if
it's day or night

and they learn not to care.

I spend a lot of time staring
at this one little spot.

The ceiling changes shape
as the daylight shifts.

I imagine I'm looking
down on the world

from the sun through
a long telescope.



And I can see it all there.

Scraped, rough and random but
somehow still white and clean.

Except for this one spot.

♪ Where do you go when
heaven calls you

♪ What do you do,
who do you turn to

♪ How old will you be when
they finally catch you

♪ Don't stop moving,
they're right behind ya

♪ When there's no one left
on this earth you know

♪ Who can save you kid, so
just wake up wake up wake up ♪

What do we have here?

A man's gold watch

and a silk tie.

Somebody leave these
on your night stand?

You really want me
to make up a story?



I just need to hear that
this stuff isn't stolen.

The guy who gave them to me

will never come
looking for them.

Good enough.

I'll give you $200
for the watch,

the tie I don't need.

But I told you, it's silk.

It says made in Italy.

People don't come here

for their fuckin'
formal wear needs.

Do they come in here to
stare at the lazy idiot,

the one pathetic little man

who's exactly where
he's supposed to be?

I'm sorry.

I don't like you,
you're unlikeable.

But I need your money.

I apologize.

I'll give you $150
for the watch.

Sweet dreams?

You know, I was dreaming that

I was asleep on the table.

Like I had just closed my eyes

but I could hear everything
that's goin' on around me.

Sounds boring.

You ready to settle up?

Um, no, not yet.

Can I have more coffee, please.

Somebody's got you
working like a dog.

Yeah, me.

What are ya workin' on?

It's a mystery.

Well good luck,

we close at two.

So, I got the last of
Dan's old notes today.

I went through them
point-by-point.

Dan was a real professional,
he did a great job.

I don't know what you
expected me to find.

Yeah, I came to the
exact same conclusion,

the kid's dead, it sucks but,

Listen, if you like
wasting your money

I can research this
thing forever.

Like this, uh, this
girlfriend, Agnes Poelzl?

Fine, fine I will contact
you in two weeks

when the next payment's due.

Yes?

Hi, I'm looking
for Agnes Poelzl.

Looking?

It's hard to see anything
through the phone.

Hey, that's funny.

Uh, are you Agnes?

What if I am?

I'm Alan Mulder
with CNN Online,

I'm looking into the
disappearance of Pete Macur.

I knew Pete.

That's why I'm calling.

I was wondering if I
could interview you.

I won't go on camera.

No, no, no don't worry,
I'm print only.

I already told the
police everything I know.

And it was such a long time ago

I probably forget
everything anyway.

I'd still really like to
sit down with you for

maybe an hour or so and go
over some of the details.

Um, I can come by your house,
if that's okay.

How do you know that
I have a house?

I've been researching
you, Agnes.

I see, okay.

Cool, come by, I'll be home.

Great, great. I should
be by about one o'clock.

Fine.

John Aguto told me
an interesting story

about you and Pete.

Oh yeah, how is Johnny?

I found him driving a
garbage truck in Chicago.

Solid job.

Yeah, anyway,

he says you hit
Pete with a lamp?

It was at a party.

I was really drunk and
he was in a bad mood

and he kept saying these sad,
stupid things.

So, I grabbed a floor
lamp and swung it at him,

as like a silly,
exaggerated thing.

But I connected and
knocked him to the ground.

Everyone paints a
pretty clear picture

of a severely depressed kid.

He was very depressed.

Just sad all the time.

Any reason for that?

Any trauma, abuse,
anything like that?

No, I don't think so.

It was just his way,
since he was little.

Some people are like that.

Do you want some coffee?

Oh man, I'd kill for some.

You're all business.

Sorry.

When was the last time
you took a break?

Um, when I could afford one.

Uh, last year I went to
Costa Rica for two weeks.

What was that like?

Hot.

Was it that bad?

Um, no, no it wasn't,
it was great.

I just have kind
of an active mind,

I need stuff.

I kind of feel like a
shark sometimes, you know,

in that I need to keep swimming,

not that I'm going
around eating people.

I think I know what you mean.

Listen,

this might be, um,

a little out of bounds,

but are you seeing anybody?

Not really.

How about seeing me?

I'm seeing you right now, Alan.

You're not really
from CNN, are you?

No, and, uh,

my name's not Alan, it's Mike.

The Macur family they've hired
me to look into their case.

People usually stay
on the phone for CNN.

A slick private detective
right here in my living room.

Do you drink straight bourbon
while you polish your .45?

Yeah, yeah and, uh,
beautiful dames

are always comin' to me
under false pretenses.

You, uh, have authorization
to carry, right?

Come on, let me see it.

I don't carry a gun.

Really?

A taser, mace?

No, no I'm-I'm a researcher,

I'm not really a bail bondsman.

Well you're no fun at all.

No, I'm lots of fun.

Good.

I guess it's not much
of a first date,

me interviewing you
about your dead friend.

What makes you think he's dead?

It's not exactly rocket science.

A painfully average kid,

no special prospects,

obviously depressed as shit,

goes missing one day

and then 10 years without
a peep to anybody.

I'm sorry I know he
was your friend I just,

he went in the woods one
day and then, you know?

Yeah, uh, I guess
it was obvious.

What are you going to
tell Pete's parents?

Well I told them he's dead.

They should be spending their
money on a grief Counsellor.

The world is tough.

Yeah it is.

Some of these are pretty cool.

They were my dad's,

he had a plan for
each one of them.

You ever think about
fixing them up?

They'll be worth some money.

No, there's too many of
them and they were his.

I like to finish what I start.

I bump into the shelves

and they start all falling
down like dominoes.

I don't know how the hell
they cleaned that all up.

Ah, hm.

You think I'm into you.

I would say my chances
are pretty good.

You're brave.

I am,

and lonely.

And dumb.

So dumb.

Get on the floor.

What just happened?

Lay down on your stomach,

with your hands behind you

and your fingers and
thumbs outstretched.

No.

If you don't,

I'm gonna shoot you in the belly

and show you your guts.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, uh-

What
did you do to me?

You need to let me go.

I've got, got money.

Shut up!

- No, no, no, no.
- No, no no!

Stop, stop!

Goddamnit, my hands
are fuckin' shaking.

I haven't been this angry
in a million fuckin' years!

I'm about to burn
down this whole house

for this thing.

Why do you bother me so much?

You need to let me go.

Pete Macur was not some loser.

And for you to come into
my home and talk about him

like he was a
colony of bed bugs,

like he was maggots
on old Chinese food.

I know.

I'm an asshole,

I-I-I know.

No, you don't get it, yet.

I was 16, I didn't
know anything.

Life's a blur when you're a kid.

But Pete was in focus.

He was a year older than me,
he wore all black.

I thought he was so cool
because he was free.

Teachers would give
him work to do

and he'd tell them to fuck off.

It took a long time to
figure out he wasn't cool,

he was just hurting
all the time.

But nothing ever
happened to him,

it's just the way he was,

he was just one of those people

who's sensitive to the noise.

He wrote me a letter
about wanting to die.

I still have it,

it was poetry.

Okay.

Actually, this is-

this is shit,
he was just a teenager.

But the point

is that he had a need

and I had a need and
God put us together.

I helped him,

like this, right here.

In the end he didn't
want to fuck.

I don't think he was gay,

he was just scared.

Everything got very
complicated for him,

especially when he
started to choke.

It was all there in his face.

But for me,
things became simple,

I met myself.

Is there any way that-

I can survive this?

Or at least to wash off the gas?

No.

But I'm not gonna hang you.

That was my favour to Pete

and that is way
too good for you.

I never feel sorry for
the people that I hurt,

because I always hurt
the right people.

There are a million
reasons for me to kill you

and only a handful of reasons
why I should let you live.

The world isn't fair,
it's not evenhanded.

If it was,

we'd all be gods.

And then they held me down

and they put a gun to my head.

My mother was brought
into the room

and they,

I don't know how you say,

they put an alive rat into her.

They made me watch.

And then they said if I ever
attended a demonstration again,

they would kill her.

Those are very
powerful images,

any feedback?

How did that make you feel?

I can't describe it,

I was gone inside.

In this fallen world we live in,

the monsters can make you
want to work for them.

They can steal your soul.

But you kept fighting
the government, right?

Yes.

What would've stopped you?

When they have you,
they seem like God.

But they could not watch
me all of the time,

so as soon as I was free,

I knew what I had to do.

Too many people
are just evil.

Yeah, what do you
think about that?

Were those soldiers
just doing their job?

Most of them.

There was one man,
he was very short

with scars all over his face.

I think everybody
was scared of him.

That guy, did he seem
to get depressed

after he was done torturing you?

I don't know.

He was very cruel,

but I don't think he
enjoyed making pain.

So you think he was
better at his job,

or maybe the friendlier guys
got into your head more.

You know, Amanda,

your note taking is
really distracting.

It helps me.

Okay, but from your
questions it seems

that you're still detached
from the rest of us.

Why don't you share
your story to the group?

There isn't much to say.

Say it anyways.

There were these two guys,

friends of mine,

they wanted to party,
but I didn't want to,

but they didn't want to
take no for an answer.

So, they took me up to
a cottage for a few days

and they beat me up,
and they fucked me.

You mean they raped you.

Yeah.

But they let me go.

I mean, it sucks, but
what're you gonna do?

You have a long emotional
journey ahead of you, Amanda.

But you just took
the first step,

and that's admirable.

That's why I'm here.

Hey, has anyone ever
been electrocuted?

I hear it's really, really bad.

I can't sleep in these cuffs.

You're not supposed to.

You need to feed me, I'm dying.

You're right.

But a man your size can go
about a month without food.

You do need water,

or you die too quick, here.

You are a bad man

and look what it's done to you.

Now you're nothing.

No freedom, no food,
no hope, no name.

My name is Michael Mercer.

And I have a business
partner out there

that will be looking for me.

They're not going to find you.

And your name isn't
Mike anymore.

Do you understand,

or do I have to beat you
until you understand?

No.

I am a person, I have a name.

That means I get food.

Celery isn't much
of a food, really.

It's negative calories.

It won't keep you going,
but it does fill you up.

No, not interested?

Okay, this?

Processed cheese.

It's off brand too, fake shit.

It's a funny colour.

But I bet after
days without food

it starts to look
pretty damn good.

What do you say I give you
some celery and some cheese?

Yes, please.

But there's a problem.

This stuff, it isn't food.

It's nameless, empty shit,

just like you.

I can't give you that.

And as for all this other food,
the celery and stuff,

well that's, that's for me.

That's for Agnes.

Remember, my name is Agnes,

and you are?

Mike.

Nope.

I know what you're thinking.

She's gonna kill this guy.

No, it's not like that.

There's sex, which is violence,
and there's love,

which is also violent
in a different way.

I deserve to be adored,

even if only by this
dickless loser.

Andie?

You must be Chris.

Yeah that's me, I guess.

How are you?

It's so funny, we've
talked so much online

and now I don't
know what to say.

Uh, I'm glad I got to
finally meet you in person,

and see you in person.

The eyes are supposed to
be the windows to the soul

yours say smart.

Smart is what counts
in this world.

So tell me something about
yourself I don't already know.

I don't know.

I was born in the city,

my dad drove truck.

Mom left and took
my little brother.

We moved to a house in
the country after that.

It must've been tough
losing all of your friends.

I didn't lose any friends.

My house was the shit.

I used to throw awesome
parties every weekend.

We built the track
for dirt bikes,

guys would let me ride their
snow machines in the winter.

But you didn't have a mom?

I didn't have wings either,
doesn't mean I missed them.

I'm not sure I get you.

There's nothing to get.

Loneliness is when
I close my eyes.

Then when I open them
there are too many people,

so many that nobody
notices some of them.

Some are left to trickle
through sewer grating

to the bottom of the bottom.

You'll never find me down there.

You'll never see me
floating above death

on a layer of rancid fat.

I could shoot you in the face
right now and nobody would know.

Your partner hasn't called.

The police aren't coming.

You're trapped,

alone and worthless.

What do you want?

I want you to ask
me to shoot you.

Say, I'm a bad man
and I want to die.

I'm not gonna do that.

Why not?

Because you'll shoot me.

You're right but,

you're going to ask me anyway.

It's only a matter of time.

I not gonna give you
the satisfaction.

Listening to you beg for
death does nothing for me.

Killing you does.

Wiping an insect like you
off the face of this Earth

satisfies the shit out of me.

Then just do it.

I'm gonna starve anyway.

I can't do this.

Just-

just shoot me, already.

Stab yourself.

What?

Prove to me you wanna die
and this can all be over.

You wanna see where that goes,

I do.

Make your move.

Oh God.

Alright.

Here it comes.

Oops.

Guess we have to
try again tomorrow.

People say you shouldn't
enjoy someone else's pain.

They say that pain is too easy.

Pleasure is more
rewarding to create.

That may be true of
spreading rumours

or watching old ladies
slip on banana peels,

but they don't know
how big pain gets.

How beautiful it gets.

When you take a human life,
you become God,

just for an instant.

But if you take a human mind,

you own a soul.

Then you are God.

You didn't finish your food.

I thought I had more time.

But you don't.

No.

Is it hard to finish
a plate of food?

Is that something that
you can't accomplish?

I don't-I don't
know what happened,

I was eating.

Well you know what
you have to do.

God, I'm just so stupid.

Where should I stab
myself this time?

Uh, it's your punishment.

We do this again and again,

and you never learn anything.

How were you getting by?

Not good.

Things were pretty bad.

There's a person,

a man,

who can handle this.

He can endure all of this,
and then survive it,

and then go out into the world
and do whatever he wants.

Do you wanna be that person?

Yeah, of course.

Well then why hasn't
it happened yet?

Because it-

It's alright.

We can figure this out together.

If that's what you really want.

Yeah.

It's going to be very hard.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll try for you.

We're in this together.

Go set the table.

It didn't turn out great.

I think I left the
heat on too high.

If you clean your plate there's
a handjob in it for you.

You don't have to do that.

I want to.

I want to make you feel good

because only I can
make you feel good.

Right.

Contentment is better
than happiness.

Contentment is warm and filling,

and can go on forever.

Happiness is wild
and out of control.

Happiness is stupid.

You know, I wish I'd kept
up with my vegetable garden.

Everything tastes so
much better fresh.

I mean, even a potato.

My mom used to grow
peas out on our balcony,

and I-I never really
cared about that

until she switched
over to snap peas,

because snap peas you
can eat the whole pod

and I-

and I thought that was cool.

Do you even think
before you talk?

That has to be the most boring
thing I have ever heard.

Why would you even
open your mouth

to say something so stupid?

We're trying to have
a nice dinner here.

I'm sorry.

You know, there's a
barrel out in the barn

and it's about your size.

And I don't wanna
have to use it,

but sometimes you really
make me think about it.

What would you like
to talk about?

I don't know, just shut up.

In the basement, now.

Hi, might you
be Miss Pezzle?

Poelzl, it sounds
a bit like puzzle.

So you're Agnes?

Yes, how can I help you?

I'm looking for a
missing person.

Do you know a man
named Mike Mercer?

It doesn't ring a bell.

He may have presented
you with an alias.

Mark Ellis or Alan Mulder?

Oh yeah, Alan.

I met with him maybe
six weeks ago.

Did he lie about his name?

Is he some sort of criminal?

No, no, he's uh, was a
private investigator.

Uh, so he was here?

Yeah.

Okay, well that squares
with the phone records.

What were you talking about?

Oh, he was working
on an old story.

He just wanted to ask
a couple of questions.

Do you remember when he left?

Uh, early.

It was about three, I think.

You're sure?

Yeah, it was about three.

Uh, Mr. Mercer has a reputation
for being quite a drinker

and hanging around in
the low social circles.

Um, don't take it personally,

but are you a prostitute?

Please leave.

I'm sorry.

If you could take
my card, please,

um, and have a good day.

If, uh, you think of anything,

any information,
please give me a call?

Sure.

You're a drunk?

Lay off!

Oh yeah?

You gonna hit me?

You drunken piece of shit?

Turn over!

Turn over on your
side get these down,

I'm gonna shove this
right up your ass.

It won't fit!

Jesus Christ what am
I gonna do with you?

They say love is seeing
all of someone's faults

and needing them anyway.

I guess I'm short on love.

I never kept pets very long.

They always shit on
the floor or something

and then their insides
became more interesting

than their outsides.

Maybe people are different,

I have my doubts.

Yes?

Hi, Andie?

Huh?

It's me, Chris.

Oh, Chris, hey.

So, how have you been?

It's been a few months,
you haven't called.

Yeah, I didn't know
where we stood.

You said you were gonna call me.

I didn't want to look,
you know, desperate.

Well if you liked me,
you would've called.

Well, I do like you
and I am calling.

Hm, I don't like cowardice.

I'm not a coward,
I'm just shy.

You're pretty intense.

Can we start over?

I'm busy right now,

I'll call you back.

Okay.

Who was that?

I don't know, who cares?

It's been ages since
I had some fun

and man am I ready for it.

Time to make trouble
on a school night.

I'm gonna make this clown
buy me every shot in the bar

and then eat my pussy until
I don't remember my name,

which to him is Andie.

Andie, Andrea Koo-

Andrea Martina Kubichevski.

Wait.

Coffee?

Vodka.

No, the room's already spinning.

I don't know how you can
put 'em back like that.

Muscle burns alcohol
and I love being wasted.

Okay, the one coffee
and one vodka then.

Didn't like that one?

No.

You're crazy.

Yup.

So what're you into?

I don't know,

normal stuff I guess.

You ever choke a girl?

No, I'm not into that.

Oh come on,

a computer guy like you?

You must watch some nasty porn.

I'm just a normal guy.

What, normal guys
can't watch porn?

They can't fantasize about
fucking dirty sluts up the ass

two at a time?

Uh, I like that you're forward,

it's, uh, sexy.

But do we need to
talk about this?

Oh, you're so shy!

How very darling.

First, I am going
to finish my drink.

And then I'm going to
corrupt the shit out of you.

Yes, ma'am.

So I'm at the club, right?

And this song comes on,

from like the 90's or whatever,

it's like this happy,
cheesy shit.

And this guy he wants to
grind on me to this dumb song

and I was like, hey, you
are way too fucking ugly.

And he can't hear what
I'm saying and he-

What?

What, I-

I can't go out and
have a good time?

I didn't say anything.

Just please continue your story.

You think that you own me, huh?

I'm not your fucking wife!

I don't know what
you're talking about.

No matter how good I am to you,

you just-you just
never change, do you?

Listen, listen, I just-

I want to be unchained,
that's all.

The pot is starting to smell.

Fuck you,

you're a selfish prick!

The world spins like a top,

but instead of being thrown away

we're pulled in
tighter to its flow.

Nothing makes any sense.

All we have is our drives.

I know what I want
when I want it.

And anything else is a lie.

I'm so tired of your
ugly fucking face.

You broken robot bastard.

Put your head on the block.

Ugh, go inside.

Hey.

Come here.

I'm still wet.

I like the way the soap smells.

How are you doing?

I don't know what
to say to that.

I've been cruel to you recently,

and you deserve it.

But I'm a good person.

So we're going to do
something just for you today.

Something special.

What are we doing?

It's a surprise.

Ever find yourself thinking
two different thoughts

at the same time for days
and days and then one minute

they just slam together
like two powerful magnets

that have just
been flipped over?

It makes you go all tingly.

Chris, hey.

Andie?

What are you doing here?

I miss you,

I wanna hang out.

Uh-

Well I only have a
half hour for lunch.

Why don't I take you
out to dinner at five?

Chris, come back to my place,

I need to fuck.

That sounds awesome,
but it's not gonna work.

You're coming with me
or we're breaking up.

Were we together?

Don't be retarded.

You can choose to either
sit in front of a computer

for a company that hates you,

or you can come and have the
best damn sex of your life.

Alright.

This is Chris,

he's probably gonna
be out for the night,

but when he wakes up we're
gonna have some fun with him.

What, Agnes, I don't-

I don't want this.

He's coming to.

Chris?

Chris, Chris!

Is this your only cellphone?

What's going on?

You tech guys sometimes
carry a second phone

or maybe one of
those palm things?

What?

What is this,

some kind of sex game?

Could be,

now answer my questions.

Is this your only
communication device?

Yeah, now please let me go.

I-I'm not into this.

Next question,

what's the password
to your email?

I'm not telling you that.

Yes you are.

God, oh shit!

Stop, I'm not into this,

I'm not into this, stop!

Tell me the password
to your email

or I will stick hot pins
underneath your fingernails.

It's catnip, all lowercase.

Alright, next question,

what's the password to
your dating profile?

It's cat-catnip1.

Yeah I'm in,
I'll delete the profile.

Good job.

Now, why don't you tell my
friend here a little story.

Tell him the story of us.

I don't like this,

I just want to go home.

Tell him the story, Chris.

Uh, we met online,

online dating.

We went out on a couple of dates

and, and uh, we didn't see
each other for a while.

No, you didn't call
for two months.

That is not nice, Christopher.

Then I called you

and you said you wanted
to go out again.

Yeah and then
we went out,

just last week.

And then we went
back to your place.

And then what happened?

We had sex.

That's right.

Did you hear that?

Chris here fucked me while
you were sharing my bed.

I'm sorry, man, I-I didn't know.

What are we gonna do?

What do you want to do?

We could cut off the dick
that he fucked me with?

Or-

maybe you could fuck him.

I don't want to hurt anybody,

but I don't think we
could just let him go.

Let him go?

Stop please don't kill me,
please don't kill me!

Shut up or I will pop
your fuckin' testicles!

I don't believe this!

This-this guy fucked me

and you don't give a damn!

What is wrong with you?

Just kill him,

because that is what
you want to do.

Sorry for everything.

Me too.

Please help me.

You seem like a decent guy.

Or at least someone who,

I don't know.

Oh shit!

What is that?

A needle,

you're going stick him with it.

Oh fuck no!

Shut up.

What's in it?

Rat poison, mostly.

Jesus.

Shut up.

You do it.

You don't understand.

I'll stroke it for
you while he goes.

It'll be good.

I am not like you.

Fine.

But you are going to
inject him with that needle

or I'm gonna shoot both
of you silly fucks.

No, man, no jab her.

Jab her instead, come on, man.

Wanna fuck?

God is awesome,

God is a cool guy.

And the more I act like him,

the more he loves me.

The more I exercise
my omnipotence,

the more he showers
me with favour.

I consume the worship
of my believers

like a fire breathes air.

Mice were made for cats

and this world was made for me.

Was that your first time?

Yes.

You're telling me you never

had to kill anyone for your job?

No.

You feel bad, don't you?

Of course.

I wish I did,

that'd be intense.

No, you don't,

it hurts.

It hurts because you're weak.

I know how to turn
my feelings strong.

You get to invent
your feelings.

No one normal has that luxury.

You need to go outside
and start digging.

I'm not fucking around.

Go take the pickaxe
from the shed

and break ground
behind the barn.

I will get to it.

Now.

How much liquour did you order?

The authorities have identified
the victim as this man,

computer science lecturer
Christopher Thomas.

Thomas was spotted
in the parking lot

of Allaway Learning Centre

speaking to an unidentified
person in a white pickup truck.

Thomas' family has released
the following statement.

Hey.

Is this deep enough?

Not even close.

I hit a fuckin' rock.

Well that's a stupid
place to dig.

Seriously?

Is it true that the cops stop
looking for a missing person

after two weeks?

Where did you hear that?

No, it's nonsense.

Yeah.

Well have you ever heard
of them issuing something

like an Amber Alert
for a man before?

What?

Oh my god, Agnes.

You didn't just pull
Chris off the street

in broad fuckin' daylight,
did you?

No, because I'm not an idiot!

Well, somebody
obviously saw you

and now they think
he's kidnapped!

Fuck you!

I wasn't thinking clearly, okay?

It's so easy for you!

You sit around here all day
having everything done for you!

I don't kill people!

He's alive and they're
looking for him?

Yeah.

You're fucked.

It's good that he's alive.

It means that we don't
have to deal with the decomp

until we want to.

I can hold down the fort here,
you have a new job.

I don't even want to have
to think about this thing.

Chris here is your
responsibility now.

He eats your food,

drinks your water,

sleeps in your bed.

If he dies, you die.

Agnes, you're being
crazy right now.

I don't care.

Clean him up,

put some food in him.

Fuck.

Jesus Christ you stink
so fuckin' much.

This is gross.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Soap, go nuts.

Ugh.

Are you fucking with me?

So you're-you're
paralyzed, right?

You can't feel anything,
is that right?

So why the fuck is your
fucking dick hard?

Whatcha got there?

I caught a frog,
but it got away.

I like catching things.

I do too.

When people use the word life

to describe their
everyday experience,

they're talking about what
road they drove to work,

what they ate for dinner,

what they watched on TV.

There are only a few of
us who deserve the right

to make our own lives.

And it all works out
because we're the only ones

who even try.

The rest of you just
walk around in circles

like ants following
scent trails.

Whoa.

Now you are a sub.

Excuse me?

That's awesome,

my husband and I
make our own gear.

Damn, I, I think I have
a card here somewhere.

Thanks.

We mostly do corsets,

but Brian is a
genius with leather.

He can do anything.

And we use quality material,

so there's no way your
daddy can break this stuff.

Great.

Courtney, by the way.

What's your name?

I don't have one.

Cool.

I forget, are you
supposed to rinse the pasta?

No, no no, you don't rinse pasta

'cause the starch in the pasta
is what the sauce sticks to.

And you're supposed to
stir it in with the pasta,

you don't just dump it on top.

Makes sense.

There you go.

Spoon, please.

Boon peeez?

Fucking retard.

Well he's not retarded,
it's his mouth.

Oh yeah?

Say grace.

I'm serious, stop eating.

Say grace, now,

or I will hurt you.

You know she'll do it.

Come on, let's hear it.

Bless us, Lord.

Bwess us Lord.

Bless this food.

Bwess dis food.

Please forgive us.
- Yeah, I'm a fucking retard!

Oh, come on, where you going?

Come on, sit down.

Eat your dinner.

Help me.

No.

Look what she's done to me.

Compared to what I went through,

you're at the Four
fucking Seasons.

I don't want to die.

I'm fucked up,

but I don't want to die.

It doesn't look good,

but it's out of my hands.

Right now,

she's gone.

And that truck runs.

It's not that simple.

It is.

Unless you're as bad as her,

it is.

I can't just-

The time's not right.

Yeah?

Yeah, so go fix it.

I'm busy.

Seriously?

Yeah, his nails are awful,

I think he's got an infection.

Who fucking cares?
- Fuck!

You stay away from him until
you're thinking straight!

I'll fucking kill him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm getting a blow torch.

Wait, wait,

just fucking wait, hey!

Stop, stop.
- What?

It's not time to kill him yet.

That's what you're
thinking about right now?

Were you not there
five seconds ago?

Did you not see
what you just did?

I'm sorry!

You try to let someone in

and this is exactly
what always happens.

People are impossible.

You, even you should
be able to see

how fucked up our life is.

Now I can't be expected
to remain calm

in a situation like that.

I'm calm.

You're you.

I can't do this forever.

Someday either I'm
dead or you're dead.

It's not today, so just relax.

Oh shit.

I called the police.

Chris, it's-

it's me.

It's Mike, I'm
your-I'm your buddy.

Buddy?

You poisoned me.

You can let me go.

'Cause the-'cause the cops,
the cops are coming,

they're gonna get me,

and you can let me go.

No, you'll play the victim.

I can't let that can't happen.

Chris, you're the good guy.

You're the good guy
and you don't shoot,

you don't shoot
unarmed human beings.

You are not a human being!

Finish him,

he might survive that.

Yup.

Should we burn the place?

No time.

Now are we sure
this is gonna work

'cause they're
looking for me too.

I don't know, just drive east

and stay under the speed limit.

Okay.

Fear is a choice.

Okay, I'm opening the trunk.

Please be alive and
please don't shoot me!

Yeah, I can hear you.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Gas up and don't do
anything stupid,

there are cameras.

Can I get you anything?

Yeah, just get me a drink.

Hey, man.

Hey.

You look just like
that guy on TV.

Who?

That guy from that
serial killer case.

My life's not that interesting,
insurance sales.

Yeah, you look just
like him then.

You sure you're okay?

I'm good.

All right.

Human need and
human weakness-

See that dude right there-

Are two very different things
that often look the same.

You have a need for food.

When you eat,
it makes you strong

and when you're hungry
it makes you strong.

But there comes a point

when you finally just starve.

Even if you don't fear it,
it takes you.

You find your bottom.

You don't move,

you get away from
the window now.

What do you want, man?

You got a silent alarm,
you got a crash button?

What?

No.

What the fuck?

That fucking guy ID'd me.

It's okay. It's okay.

Did they get a call out?

No, I was quick.

Well?

Well, what?

Well what do we do?

Three witnesses,

one gun,

you do the math.

Okay, we didn't
see anything, man.

Oh, don't be such a child.

Give me my gun.

Give me my fucking gun!

When you bungee jump,

there comes a point at the end

when you're left hanging there.

You're just limp and bored as
they lower you to the ground.

I'm the detective in
charge of the case.

Do you know why you're here?

Girl talk?

Well so far we have
got armed robbery,

and now we're adding
murder to the list.

Are all the other
detectives busy right now?

No doubt it's going to grow.

And I just heard

that Christopher Thomas
died in hospital.

Who?

I'm sure you'll remember.

I'm sure you'll remember
when I tell you

that your boyfriend gave you up.

Oh, you must have
me mistaken,

because I don't
have a boyfriend.

I don't think so.

He apparently, uh,
didn't do very well.

Tried to kill himself and now
he's in a mental hospital.

And he'll probably get off,

with no charges,
unlike yourself.

Is this some kind of joke?

Are the real detectives
waiting outside?

You don't want to talk to
me about what happened?

Because I know your
boyfriend will.

Really?

You have no emotion
in your eyes,

you're dead.

Why don't you try to convince me

there's somebody else in there?

Is this the tactic
you're taking?

Coldblooded killer,
that's all I see.

You are boring me.

I'm not leavin', you got me.

We're done here, bye-bye.

We going to play this game?

Talk to me Agnes.

Tell me what happened.

Jail time.

Yo, Mike, pill time.

No.

Come on, man,

it'll make you feel better.

I have the right to decide
what goes into my body.

Alright, I tried.

I wanna get some fresh air.

I don't think so.

Everybody else gets
a smoke break.

Five minutes,

but we gotta go right now.

Sure.

Well, I'm gonna go for a smoke,

so I gotta go over there.

But I can still see you, okay?

You know what, I'm just
gonna take a quick lap.

What, I can't see
you through a building.

Pull over, I need to vomit.

You're pretty,
but not that pretty.

I get car sick,

I'm seriously going to puke.

Puke away, cupcake,

I don't mind one bit.

Stop talking to my prisoner.

Back on the plains of Africa,
you needed me.

I'm not crazy, I just realize
how the world really works.

The way you people
prostrate yourselves

to whatever society asks

you would think that

the world would see
a person like me,

and open up and
swallow me whole.

But it hasn't, has it?

God looks down on me
and he doesn't care.

He knows I have good
reasons for what I do,

he doesn't mind.

Just think for a second.

You're about to take
the greatest person

you're ever gonna meet to prison

and I'm gonna be in chains
for the rest of my life,

for what?

James?

James?

I might wear a veil of
dead skin to pass freely

in a sea of corpses,

but I am not dead.

I am here, watching.

And I will always be among you.