Like Cattle Towards Glow (2015) - full transcript

[Heavy breathing]

[Sniffling]

[Knocking]

[Phone chime]

[Door closes]

Do you want me to
talk or not talk?

I don't talk during the
encounter, obviously,

but do you want me dead now?

Do you want to get to know
me before I die?

I ... don't know. I've never
done this before.

Maybe ... sit there?



Why do you do this?

Probably for the opposite
reason that you hired me.

A really good friend of mine
killed himself because...

He was really into me, and
I wasn't into him...

People say I'm probably why
he killed himself, and I...

I don't know... this is like
me trying to...

Deal with this if I can.

I just need the money.

Don't you have any big thoughts
about death or anything?

I'm sure it's depressing.

So, how do you die? I mean,

is there like a story
or something?

Suicide.

Can it be because of me?



Sure.

I need to be doing my
thing first.

Where do you want to do this?

I'm sorry.

That's not about you.

It's just part of being dead.

I don't want to be an asshole,
but...

In the photos in your ad
you didn't look like this.

You looked really...

Innocent ... like my friend.

And it's cool that we're of like
minds about the world, but

I hired you because you
looked like him,

but much cuter, and

I want to have sex with the guy
I saw in the ad.

I can't.

Please, you have to.

I'll take off all my shit too.

[Nervous laugh]

I'm really good at it.
You'll see. There's this...

It's almost like a
meditation thing

you can slow your metabolism
way, way down.

Guys are always very impressed.

Okay.

Shit, I hate feeling like this.

- Are you still dead?
- Yes

If you were dead, I think
I could probably do this.

Wait. I won't charge you extra.

In ten minutes, call my cell.

If I don't pick up, I'm ready.

[Door closes]

[Water running]

[Electronic music playing]

[Electronic music playing]

[Door creaking]

That's amazing.

How do you do that?

[Electronic noise
from headphones]

[Spanks]

It's so weird. I don't feel
depressed at all.

Thank you.

I'm going to move you,
if that's... oh, right,
you don't care.

You shouldn't let me do this.

Fuck you. Just... fuck you.

Can you be alive?

Can you be alive?

What did you say?

Whatever you want.

God, you're so scary.

I know you just did it for
the money, but thank you.

I mean, really, thank you.

[Background chatter]

[Indistinct talking]

The worst.

When I was nineteen, my uncle,

who'd been a painter and
my hero as a little kid,

but who'd later turned into
an alcoholic womanizing leech

who referred to me as "the pig,"

blew his brains out
with a shotgun.

[Music starts]

When I was eighteen, this guy at
a record store asked me if he
could catch a ride...

Somehow...

[Electronic noise blaring]

Somehow they hadn't
realized that.

They said that...

When I was seventeen, I
went to a party.

My friends were getting high by
shooting aerosol from
altered paint cans

into a paper bag and inhaling.

They asked if I wanted to take
a hit, and I said no.

After I left, my friend Dave was
shooting aerosol into the bag...

He inhaled the paint,
which coated his lungs,

and he suffocated to
death on the spot.

My friends told me it was the
most horrible death you
could imagine.

When I was fifteen,
I took LSD...

I took...

I took LSD all day
everyday for a month.

One day I was hitchhiking
when some guys picked me up.

They drove me into a remote
place and told me they were
going to kill me.

I think they were joking.

I freaked out so much...

I freaked out so much that they
threw me out of the car
and drove off...

They...

They threw me out of the
car and drove off.

For the next eight hours,
I screamed...

They threw me out of the
car and drove off.

For the next eight hours,
I screamed...

I screamed and convulsed and
hallucinated on the ground...

When I was fourteen, my
own mother...

My mother ordered me to get a...

She ordered me to get
a haircut...

My mother ordered me to
get a haircut. I refused...

And locked myself
inside a bathroom...

I locked myself inside
a bathroom...

My father came home from work...

My father came home from work...
And kicked the door down...

And kicked the door down...

He kicked the door down...

Ah!

I saw my mother
standing in the...

I saw my mother standing
in the doorway...

I saw my mother standing
in the doorway...

I threw my arms around her...
Begging her...

[Gagging]

Standing in the doorway...

Begging her to make him stop...

Begging her to make him stop...

Begging her to...

Instead...

She turned me around and
held me tight while...

He hit me in the face
again and again...

When I was nine ...

That's when I stopped
trusting them...

When I was nine, I saw a
blonde girl my age.

Wearing a very frilly dress.

She stood on a walkway lined
with burning tiki torches.

She was the most beautiful
thing I ever saw.

While I was staring, a tiki
torch fell, igniting her dress.

Within a second, her whole
body was on fire.

48 hours later, a policeman
found me hiding under my house.

I didn't remember anything.

I don't know if she
lived or died.

[Music stops]

Thanks.

[Mic reverb]

[Mic reverb]

Do you have any heroin?

You can fuck me.

If you want my advice,
cut your vocal cords out.

It's a simple operation.

Otherwise you're so awesome,
it's scary.

I'll be dead in two days.

[Train passing]

Do you want my ass or not?

No, my uncle does.

And he doesn't want it.
He wants me to want it.

I mean he wants me to
have it first.

So it's a trial run.

But he's the one who has
a thing for you.

And he's not really my uncle.

So, no, not technically.

You lost me.

He wants to be a cannibal.

You should hear him
talk about me.

I'm a junkie, or I'd leave him.

It's weird, but I saw that
happening in a dream.

I think I'm psychic.

I dream all the time.
Heroin's great.

Then give me some.

I need to buy a gun.

I'll be dead in a
couple of days.

Besides, I make
everyone depressed.

Seriously.
You have to smell you.
Use your fingers.

Being horny is the truth.
You ought to try it.

It smells like every other
ass in the world,

only much, much better.

[Thud]

[Heavy breathing]

That's why I don't
care if I die.

If one more guy does this to me,
I'm going to freak.

My blood pressure's insane.

You should charge.

I do.

Money's not my problem.
Beauty is.

It's weird.
I used to be no one for years.

You'll be no one again.

Thanks, but death calls.

That feels sadder
than it sounds.

[Heavy breathing]

What do you mean by fistfuck?

What do you mean by what do I
mean?
It's self-explanatory.

I want to protect you
from the world,

and give you give
anything you want.

[Heavy breathing]

I love you.

I can't believe it.

[Moaning]

[Orgasmic moaning]

[Creepy music]

[Bells ringing]

[Bells jingling]

[Bells jingling]

Strip naked.

What the fuck are you?

We've abandoned society's
corporate laws

and our corrupted
human identities

and chosen the lack of
specificity that comes with
being primitive animals,

and we are starting
the world over.

But I used to be Marcel,
and he was Antoine.

But I'm okay with the
society stuff, so

why are you hassling me?

[Bells jingling]

I don't know.

This has never happened before.

What do you think, Marcel?

Eliminating everything
stupid and ugly and

power structure-related from the
equation, I'm left with,

I think he's cute.

Me too.

But raping him would mean
compromising his autonomy.

But at the same time,
I want him.

We should parse the word want.

If we raped him, we'd have to
return to our human form

because these stupid fucking
costumes don't have zippers,

and I can't see destroying
our new world just to get laid.

No, we'd be lost.

[Bells jingling]

How about if he
Jacks off for US?

That would work.

[Thud]

If you do that, circumstances
will then arise

that would cause you to be able
to leave without our
intervention.

[Bells jingling]

- It's cold.
- Yeah, that part sucks.

[Whimpering]

I want it. Oh fuck, I really
want some, Antoine.

Tell me about it, Marcel.

But we'd be giving up
everything we've worked for.

But would we really?

Shit,

well, isn't challenging one's
assumptions of oneself
the whole point?

[Bells jingling]

Totally.

[Creepy music]

[Heavy breathing]

[Screams]

It's those two anarchist
weirdos Antoine and Marcel.

I thought the wolf ate them.

I think they were
going to eat him.

How do you figure?

They were hiding him
from the wolf.

And they have to eat something.

Makes sense.

I want to rape them.

It's too cold.

We should take them
back to town.

[Bells jingling]

Fascists.

[Drone blades whirring loudly]

[Wind blowing]

[Ocean sounds]

[Drone blades whirring loudly]

[Drone sound]

What are you thinking?

I don't know -

like what?

What can I do for you?
Can I do you a big favor?

Do you want me to think
of something?

Yeah!
Have it your way.
I don't know.

The only thing I can think of...

But I don't know if you
still want it...

There's just
something about you.

It's not just the looks,
although there's this
tragedy to you,

to what the drugs have done to
your looks, that's
incredibly hot.

You've gone from really cute to
beautiful in this scary,
profound way.

But it's not only physical.
It's the whole thing.

It's the way you are, the way
you move, the fucked up shit,
the boring stuff,

what a loser you are, the whole
thing. It just gets to me.

You turn me on even more than
you used to, since you asked.

Yes, that's it.

Yeah, just to know what
having you would be like.

I'm so fucked up.

I'm a mess.

I am just the scum of
this fucking world.

I'm just a pain in the ass.

Nothing makes sense to me.

I hate being fucking alive.

I understand.

Fuck.
I'm so fucking selfish, and I
don't even know what I want.

I don't understand myself.

I never did.

I don't know why I do things
and why I don't do anything,

and I'm a pain in the ass.

I really hate myself.

You shouldn't,

but you've never let
anyone help you.

I let you help me.

Yeah, in your own weird way.

I want you to help me, ok?

It's just...

I never understand why.

I don't understand anything.

I'm afraid of you.

I'm afraid of my fucking self,
you know?