Waking Karma (2023) Movie Script

-♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

♪ Hey, yeah ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Vessel holy ♪

♪ Soul awakes ♪

♪ Vessel holy ♪

♪ Soul awakes ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

♪ I've never seen you before ♪

♪ Did you think that

I should listen to you? ♪

♪ I'm about to kick your ass

Through the door ♪

♪ Carry me further in regret ♪

♪ I tried to leave but regret's

Got quite the death grip ♪

- Come in!

-Please, I beg of you.

Do not do Marilyn Monroe singing

"Happy Birthday" to JFK.

I'll die.

-Okay, but

I'm only sparing you

because it's your birthday.

-Thank you.

-That's "Thank you,

Mister President,"

to you.

-No!

-At least you had the decency

to pretend to be asleep.

-What do you mean?

-Don't play innocent.

You can't lie to me.

Now, make a wish,

and don't tell me what it is,

no matter what

I threaten you with.

-Hot.

-Cute.

Ugh!

Please tell me

you'll throw that out.

-I will if you tell me

what you wished for.

-You told me not to.

-Hm. Then look where

it's going...

into my bag to show

all my friends.

-Yeah, well, luckily,

I know you don't have any

besides me.

-Um, what do you think

you're doing, young lady?

-Eating breakfast

before dessert,

like a normal human being.

-That is a violation of

at least three birthday laws.

I insist that you eat every last

crumb of your birthday cake,

and then let me make you

some of that disgusting

vegetarian bacon

you claim is edible.

-I'll tell you

what I wished for.

-Deal.

Honey, you're doing that thing.

What's up?

-Uh, nothing.

Yeah. It's stupid.

-Nothing you want is stupid.

Tell me.

I've been thinking about

changing my last name to Jones.

Officially.

-Uh, yeah. Listen.

You can change your name

if you want.

But there's a reason

I gave you his.

-To guarantee

I never date until my 40s?

-To make sure

that neither of us forgets.

I mean, no matter what

the paperwork says...

Believe me.

I have been trying for years,

and you can't erase him

that easily.

He doesn't just go away.

And it's...

safer not to pretend

that he has.

Anything else

you want to tell me?

-Mm, no.

-This came yesterday...

It's a great school.

And I know you've been checking

online every five minutes.

I don't understand

why you didn't tell me.

-It's on the East Coast.

-We'll make it work.

I can always get an apartment

near campus.

I am kidding.

Now go get your bathing suit on.

-Mom. I have school.

-Uh, birthday statute 435.

"Thou shalt not attendeth school

on thy birthday."

-Where's the rule against

bossing around

the birthday girl?

-That one guy's bathing suit

should have counted

as a sex crime.

-There is no excuse

to wear a Speedo

in the 21st century.

-No, you can't--

you can't have

a Speedo and a mustache.

One is the legal limit.

-Hey, wait, where do you

think you're going, missy?

-To bed.

-But it's still

your birthday for...

39 more minutes.

I'll--I'll brew us a pot

of extra strong coffee,

we can stay up late,

watch a scary movie,

eat candy until we feel sick?

-Mom, I already feel sick

from eating cake for breakfast

and three veggie dogs for lunch.

-Until we feel more sick?

-I have school

in the morning, okay?

I don't want to be tired.

And don't you have to work?

-I actually sell more houses

when I'm half asleep.

It makes me a better liar.

-I'm gonna go to bed,

all right?

You--I'll close my door

so you can watch

whatever you want

by yourself.

Good night, Mom!

-Mom?

Are you okay?

-This came for me today.

Without a stamp.

-"She has been prioritizing

the plush monkey all her life.

"I will teach her

to choose wire.

It's time.

I am coming for her."

I don't get it.

-It's from him.

-How?

"I'm coming for her?"

-You. He means you.

-Okay. Um...

we'll call the police.

It'll be fine.

-No. No, you don't know him.

The cops won't do any good.

They'll make things worse.

-Well then, what?

-Pack a bag.

I know a place we can go.

Please don't tell me

you forgot to renew triple A.

-I don't want to talk about it.

-Why'd you even open it?

-I don't know.

Better to do something

than nothing.

-Can we get an Uber there?

-Nah, it's too far.

We could hitchhike.

-Mom!

That's like a guaranteed way

to get murdered.

Absolutely not.

-Your generation is so fragile.

-Maybe yours wasn't

fragile enough.

-Hey! Quick! Get in.

-Don't you think

you should maybe, like,

I don't know,

tell me some stuff?

-Stuff?

-You know what I mean.

-Honestly, I don't.

-About him.

-I've seen your search history.

You've seen every article

ever written about him.

What more do you want to know?

-What happened to you.

- No.

- No?

That's it?

Mom.

It feels like

I'm going in blind here

and it might help to actually,

like, know--

-It won't.

What you don't know

is the only thing keeping you

calm and sane right now,

I promise.

- Sunny.

- Hi.

Hey, look at you, huh?

And that must be Karma.

-Hmm. Yeah.

-Oh, yeah. Hugs.

-Karma, this is Butch.

I'd really hate to see

how you say hello

to someone you don't like.

-Ah, yeah.

Sorry about that.

Didn't--didn't mean to

give you a start.

But, you know,

you can't be too careful, right?

- Hm.

- Especially now.

So, uh, why don't we go inside

and let Priscilla

feed you some breakfast?

That'll make her happy.

I'll get the gate.

-Did you see something...?

-What? No.

I'm sure it was just the wind.

Or that big head of yours

making up stuff

like it sometimes does.

-Sorry, little lady. We prefer

to stay off the grid here.

You know those things

are homing beacons, right?

Lead somebody right to you.

-He's right.

-So you guys don't have Wi-Fi?

-Not even dial-up.

So, come on.

Let's eat. After you.

After you.

-Hi.

-Ah, Karma,

this is my wife, Priscilla.

And you remember Sunny.

Well, sit, sit.

We're not formal here.

Mm, hope you like

your bacon crisp.

I prefer mine chewy,

but I'm happy to defer

to the majority

on special occasions.

Karma, are you a vegetarian?

-Vegan. Sorry,

we should have told you.

-No, no. Nonsense.

We'll keep that

warm in the oven

and Priscilla will whip you up

one of her delicious

soy protein shakes.

-No, no,

I--I'm not even hungry.

-No, it's no trouble. Really.

I'll get some strawberries

from the garden.

She'll like those.

Hm.

-Does she not talk?

-Hasn't in years.

-What happened to her?

-Sometimes when you stay

quiet for too long, it sticks.

I'm going to go

check on that shake.

Hey, Priscilla,

let me help you with that.

Sorry. That was a whole drama

with Butch and the garden.

You would not believe

how much dirt goes into

this whole

fruit and vegetable thing.

Make sure you finish

the whole thing.

Breakfast is the most important

meal of the day,

or at least

that's what they say.

-It tastes weird.

-So, how's the shake?

-Delicious.

- I told you.

Sunny,

you'll have the works, right?

- Yes, please.

- There you go.

So, Karma, your mom tells me

that you got into

some really fine schools.

You must be very excited

about next year.

-I'm sorry,

but can we talk about

what's actually going on here

for a minute?

-Karma. Don't be rude.

-No. It's...

it's quite all right.

But nothing's going on.

You're safe here.

That fence outside?

It's impenetrable.

The gate we have chained

and padlocked.

There are motion sensors

all around the edges,

so we're gonna know if anybody

gets too close for comfort.

The only way anybody gets in

is if I let them in.

And that's not going to happen.

-I just wish you guys

would stop acting

like everything's okay.

-Old habits die hard, I guess.

-I'm not feeling very well.

May I please be excused?

-Of course. You want to lie down

in our room,

you're more than welcome to.

- No, that's okay.

-Thank you, darling.

-Was it true

what you said to her?

About how safe it is here?

-Yeah.

There are no cell phone towers,

no data, no cloud.

No one out there

even knows we're here.

And Paul?

Where is he?

-Well, the authorities

were last tracking him

in Oaxaca, Mexico.

-But somebody dropped

that note at our place.

-He could've paid

anybody to do that.

Not necessarily a believer.

-How many do you think

he still has?

Well, Wendell's never

left his side.

A big, quiet man always

shows up in the reports.

I don't need to tell you--

I mean, Paul is basically

the Pied Piper of lost souls.

He can get anyone

to follow him through fire

and not ask for water

on the other side.

But that far in in Mexico.

I thought he was

sticking closer to TJ.

-Well, a few too many girls

disappeared.

He had to move on.

-Yeah.

In some ways, I'm sure Mexico

is perfect for him.

Remember when all those

factory women turned up missing

a few years back?

-Yeah.

Well, as long as

you're poor and brown,

no one seems to care.

-I'm sorry if I scared you

last night.

That's part of why I don't like

talking about your father.

I don't want to give you fear

that isn't yours.

-It's okay. I just wish you

wouldn't treat me like a child.

-Honey, you are a child.

It's my job to treat you

like one.

-I'm the same age now

as you were when you had me.

-Believe me,

I was a child then, too.

-Do you trust him?

-Who?

-Butch.

-Absolutely. With my life.

-Mom, I think there was

something in that shake.

I don't feel right.

-No, I'm sure it's just nerves.

Look, Butch went to

an awful lot of trouble

to make sure he didn't

have to hurt people anymore.

He's not going to

start again now.

-That's comforting.

-Maybe you should lie down,

like he said.

Come.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Ssshhhh.

I'll be right outside

if you need anything, okay?

-The scorpion fly

represents reincarnation.

The larvae appear to die

before they're reborn

as adult flies

who then give birth

to new larvae,

beginning the cycle

all over again.

- I'm--I'm--I'm so sorry. I--

- You were scared.

And wondering if I was

the embodiment of everything

you are running from.

I don't blame you.

-What are these?

That--that mask, I--

-They're reminders

of why I left.

I keep these in case

I'm ever tempted to go back.

This is our daughter, Cindy,

the night she died.

-What happened?

-A failed reincarnation.

I'm surprised your mother

hasn't told you about them.

-No. She won't tell me

any of it.

It's like it never happened.

Is that why you left?

-Yeah. And why I sold out

every friend I had

to try and send

your father to prison.

Instead,

I loosed him on Mexico,

and guaranteed

my wife and I would live

running from our shadows

for the rest of our days.

There is some beauty in it.

The promise of a life

never ends.

The end to the fear of death.

And in my experience,

the more we resist

the inevitable,

the more we bring it on.

-I need--I need some air.

-Well, we got plenty of that.

I'll go with you.

-No, no. I'd rather be alone.

I'll--I'll be fine. Honestly.

Hello?

Is anyone in there?

Mom!

-Priscilla?

Where are you?

Priscilla!

Darling, we got to go.

All right?

I need you to go start the car.

I'm going to go get weapons

from the shed

and then find Karma and Sunny.

Listen to me, it's going to be

all right, I promise.

It's probably

just a squirrel again,

but just in case,

I need you to move.

Come on. Let's go.

Wendell.

How the fuck did you get in?

Hey. Take me.

Just leave Priscilla.

She doesn't know anything.

She never talked.

She can't talk.

Please. I'm the one you want.

-You are a rat.

Rats don't kneel. They run.

Run.

Run!

-Mom? Ah!

Hello! Is anybody out there?

-Hey.

You can come out.

I'm not going to hurt you,

I promise.

Mom!

Stop, stop, stop,

stop, stop, stop,

stop, stop, stop.

-Oh. Don't tell me

you never made it to the car?

Where are the keys?

Give me the keys.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm sorry,

my love, I'm sorry.

But I do need you to stand up.

Now. Now.

Listen to me.

It's going to be okay.

But we have to go. Let's go.

Hello, Karma.

-I know you're not real.

You're not real.

-You're a lot shorter

than I thought you'd be.

But, uh, you know, you're...

every bit as weak.

That figures, you know,

considering how your mother is.

-Fuck you.

Where--where is she?

-There you go.

You're catching up.

There you go...

uh, she's where she should be.

-You're not real.

You're not real.

-Oh, yes I am.

You're seeing things, you see,

because you're very,

very close to divinity.

I'm curious:

Are you a virgin?

-What? What...?

-Do boys want to touch you?

When even like probably not

if they find out who

your father is, right?

Maybe they get off on it.

-That's disgusting.

-I'm guessing virgin.

I'm guessing

you're a virgin, yeah.

You don't smell like a slut.

I can smell one of them

from across the room.

-What do you want from me?

Why am--why are you here?

-What do I want from you?

You know, I believe in choice.

Free choice, okay?

You know what that is, right?

I want you to kill a mouse.

All you gotta do is...

do this,

put his little head in there...

It's over. Dead.

-I don't kill animals.

Did you know

that Hitler was a vegetarian?

It's easy. Trust me.

Or...

You know, you could die here

and then he'll eat you.

You want to be eaten by a mouse?

-So why don't you

just kill me right now

and get it over with?

-You really think

I would just kill you, huh?

You're my daughter, Karma.

What kind of a monster

do you think I am?

-I'd rather die.

-Hello, rats.

-Here you go.

Oh!

What do you say?

-Please.

-Please what?

-Sir.

-Good job.

Congratulations.

-Mm, looky there.

Look what we got here.

You know, you're all

the same, aren't you?

Just all full of

your own desires.

Slaves to your physical needs.

That's the most

important thing, right?

I should've had a son.

-Wendell!

-Where do you think

you're going?

You can let go of her now.

You know, next time you do that,

you're gonna get shot.

All right?

You can go, Wendell.

What are you so serious about?

You know I'm just

joking around, right?

That shaking thing.

It means I'm getting to you.

It's a really bad habit.

You ever hear of a, uh...

Harry Harlow?

Ring a bell?

No?

And they let you

into Harvard, huh?

You know what he did?

He got a bunch of monkeys,

and he took their mother

away from them.

And then he gave them

a choice of mom:

one made out of wire,

to feed them.

Or a nice, you know,

soft, nice, cozy,

comfortable, gentle mother

to watch them starve.

Which one do you think

they picked, huh?

'Cause I'm trying to find out:

Are you a real girl?

Or a fucking monkey?

Which one are you?

You a fucking monkey?

You don't like that, do you?

Which one do you think

they picked, huh?

- Um.

The cold...cold wire mom?

-The wire.

Ooh.

No. Of course they picked

the nice, soft, cozy, warm,

comfortable mother

to watch them starve.

Listen...you can leave

if you want.

You can go run away.

It's open.

Go ahead, take it.

Go ahead.

Ooh.

Except for one thing.

Uh, your mom is staying here.

-No. No. I won't leave her.

-Oh yeah, you will.

Yeah, yeah, you are. Yeah.

-No. No. No,

I'm not leaving without my mom.

-You got about five minutes

to make up your mind

because Wendell's

gonna come back out

to check on me, so here.

- Okay.

Okay.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Fucking Sunny.

- Roadside assistance.

A little trouble

with your starter there?

That's because I told Wendell

to disengage it,

'cause you ain't going nowhere.

Mom!

Another weak monkey moment,

ladies and gentlemen.

-Mom? It's me.

Can you talk?

Priscilla! Are you okay?

Do you know where my mom is?

Where's my mom?

-Can I give you

a word of advice?

-Shhh.

- I've spent

a lot of time with your father.

And at this point, struggling

can only make things worse.

He wants to break your spirit.

It's not personal.

It's not about violence.

This is just what he does.

He wants to crawl

inside your head

and make you

just as cruel as he is.

-You said no one

was getting in here

unless you let them in.

-I can promise you,

it wasn't me.

I'd rather die than

help that man again.

-Then who was it?

-Where's my mom?

-Well, good afternoon

to you, too.

She's right where

she should be, all right?

Ask stupid questions.

-I'm vegan.

-I don't really care

one way or the other.

-I'm not going to eat it.

-Yes, you are.

-Or what?

Well, I tell you, um,

you're never gonna

see your mother again.

How about that?

-So if I eat this,

I can see my mom?

-What's so wonderful

about mothers?

If you tell me what's

so goddamned important

about a mother,

that might help.

-You must have had one.

-Your grandma

was a real peach of a woman.

The--the fucking face

that launched a thousand drunks.

-Paul. Spare the girl.

Why?

What's so goddamned important

about being a mother?

I was thinking maybe we should

ask, uh, Priscilla.

She's a mom. She would know.

Maybe she has some insight.

-You know she doesn't speak.

Please.

-Yeah, well.

Not many marriages can survive,

you know, a daughter's throat

being slit by the father.

Right, Butch?

-I mean,

you don't even know

what happened

between these two, do you?

-They told me

you killed their daughter.

Oh, that's a good one.

-I never said

he was the one who did it.

-All right...so.

The mute's crying now! Yes.

-Paul, I deserve this,

all right?

Every second of it.

But these two

haven't done anything.

Let them go.

Let them go! Do whatever

you want with me.

-You--you really mean that?

-Yes.

Well, all right.

-Argh!

God!

I decide what you deserve.

-Eat your food.

Or I won't take the knife out.

- Karma,

you don't have to do

anything you don't want to.

You don't have to.

Eat your food.

-Eat your meat.

Eat it.

Eat it all!

-That's a good girl.

Ah!

-Now you're worse than me.

-Worse than you?

You know, I was your age

when I killed my mother.

She was the first one.

Yeah. But at least

I didn't eat her.

-Where's my mom?

-Well. There she is,

right there.

Oh, Jesus.

Well, I promised you

if you ate,

you'd see her again.

Wendell. Get rid of these two.

Mom.

-You're a very good girl.

Stay here.

Come on. Stand up.

Here.

You know, um...

I'm very proud of you.

What you did at lunchtime.

You earned the right of choice.

These two?

I'll fucking kill them both

right now.

I'll stab them to death.

But you earned the right

to decide.

You kill one of them

or I'll do them both.

-Karma.

Karma, I'm begging you.

Kill me, leave Priscilla.

Let Priscilla live.

Baby...

please.

-Come on.

Good girl.

You could actually save a life.

Kill me!

Please, Karma.

-Do it!

The time is now.

Butch or Priscilla, which one?

Who you gonna do?

-Let them both go.

You're gonna stab yourself,

is that it?

Yeah, you know how hard

that is to do?

You're not even going to get

through your T-shirt, all right?

Let's give Butch

a really good show.

What do you think?

Huh? All right.

-No!! No.

You know,

when I was a kid, I really

didn't get fed enough.

My mother didn't really

feed me good.

So, one day I took a stick.

I was so fucking hungry that

I killed a rat.

With a stick. And I ate it.

That's how, you know,

hungry I was.

See, and there's a rat,

right there.

You know what it's like to

have a rat in your life?

You know, who wants that? Right?

That's not good for Papa.

Is it?

A rat, on a stick.

Open up your mouth, rat.

Open up!

-Fuck you.

- Mom?

- Open up your mouth!

-I thought you were dead.

He told me that you...

Are you okay?

Where were you? Mom!

Mom!

What's going on? What?

Is he making you do this?

-Nothing.

No, no, of course not.

-So you just decided

to come out

and save his life

instead of mine?

-I believe in

the power of choice, honey.

-That's something he thinks;

that's not something you think.

-We think the same things.

-Since when?!

-Let's talk

about this later, okay?

You're tired and you don't know

what you're saying.

-I thought we were

best friends, Mom.

-Of course we are.

But this is the highest honor

I could hope for for you, Karma.

-What are you talking about?

How--how is this an honor?

Did he drug you? Mom?

-Hey, listen.

You know what?

This woman right here

has never wavered against me,

never went away from me,

for 17 years.

You know, she gave birth to you,

you know,

to save her own skin,

but nevertheless,

she did do that.

-The path is clear, Karma.

The soul may reject the vessel,

but not if she's

a perfect genetic match.

A daughter.

-You bred me for him?

You fucking bitch.

You don't deserve to live!

Wendell!

- Ah! Ah!

No! No! No!

Mom, please.

Mom. Mom!

-Honey,

we have great news for you.

Should I tell her,

or do you want to?

-Uh, you go ahead.

-You passed. Yay!

It was touch and go there

for a while

with your attachment to me,

but you came through at the end

and you really

stuck the landing.

-Yeah, you sure did.

I'm proud of you, Karma.

-Fuck you,

you fucking psychopath.

-You see?

I told you she had spirit.

-Well, I mean,

you were right,

but she also had

a lot of bad habits,

and sometimes you have to

break somebody's spirit

to get rid of bad habits,

and that's what we did, so...

-So can I leave now?

-Even better.

You might not like

the sound of this at first,

but I promise you,

it's going to be amazing.

-Karma, you and I

are going to spend

the rest of our lives together,

starting tonight.

-What?

-I mean,

there's really no higher honor.

I would have offered

to do it myself,

but I wouldn't be

a genetic match.

-But I thought

if I survived then...

-Oh, no, no.

This was never about survival.

It was about getting you ready.

-Ready for what?

-You have to break

the spirit of the host

before the new soul

enters the body.

-And in your case, honey,

we had to prepare you

for a level of brutality

that you were used to rejecting

so you could match up

with your dad.

-Mom. This makes no sense.

Please tell me you hear that.

-I know it's unfamiliar. But

it's the simplest thing.

You're going to be the host

for the soul

of the greatest prophet

the world has ever known:

your father.

Congratulations.

- Wendell!

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

Let me go! Let me go!

Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?

-Let's get you

cleaned up, okay?

Everything will

look brighter then.

Shhhh.

Good girl, baby girl.

Good girl.

-Oh, good. You're awake.

We have a ton to get through

before nightfall.

-Mom, what are you doing?

What--what's going on?

-My first question

for you is,

are you on your period?

-Why? What is this for?

-Are you menstruating,

yes or no?

We need to be quick here.

-No.

No, don't you remember

when I took your last tampon

two weeks ago?

-I do. But these are

for your father.

-Why does he need to know

if I'm having my period?

-I'd appreciate

if you would pee in here

and let me see the toilet paper,

just to be sure.

-Absolutely not.

-I know this all

seems strange but, believe me,

it's in your own best interest

to cooperate.

-If I pee for you, will

you answer a question for me?

As my mom?

-Fine.

-You're clean.

-Mom?

What did he have to do to you

to convince

you to do this to me?

-Nothing.

I'd do anything for him.

And it's not "to" you.

It's for you.

-You wouldn't do

anything for me?

-It's different.

Is it possible

that you're not menstruating

because you're pregnant?

-I'm sorry?

-Just answer the question.

-Mom, you know

the answer to that.

-I need to

hear you to say it.

-No.

It's not possible

I'm pregnant.

-Are you a virgin?

-Where were you for the

last three years of high school

while I cried to you

that I couldn't get a date

because everyone thought

I was weird?

-I'll take that as a yes.

Are you a lesbian?

-What does it matter?

-Yes or no?

-No. I like boys,

they just don't like me.

-I'll need you to submit

to a virginity test.

-Are you--

are you fucking kidding me?

Mom, you know

those tests are bullshit.

-Your father requires it.

-Wendell,

would you come in here, please?

I need your help with something.

No, no, no, no.

Mom, no! No, Mom!

No! You can't do this.

Mom, this isn't you.

No! No!

-That plush monkey

you grew up with,

who you thought you knew?

That wasn't me.

I told her to you

as a bedtime story

so you could fall asleep

at night.

-No.

-But now it's time

to wake up and grow up.

- Please.

-This is the real me,

whether you like her or not.

-Everything looks good.

We'll give you a second.

-Get up.

You've had long enough.

I said, get up.

-Put these on.

-No.

-Suit yourself.

-I need you to dig. Here.

-How deep?

-At least six feet.

-So it's a grave.

-Get digging.

The sun will be going down soon.

- Is it for me?

-That depends entirely

on how the ritual goes.

-So, if it fails...

-If the soul

rejects the vessel,

then the vessel is corrupt,

and we must...

we must dispose of it.

-And what happens to you?

-All I know is that

if you don't do

exactly what I say

and do it now,

I'm going to lose both you

and your father in one night.

-Mom, have any of

these rituals ever worked?

-This one is different.

His power,

your genetic match,

the presence of the divine,

everything we've sacrificed.

This one will work

if you do what I say.

-So you're saying

they've all failed?

Mom. Mom,

let's get out of here together

right now, okay?

Then I don't have to die,

and neither does that fucking

monster you think you love.

-You don't know him.

Now start shoveling.

Physical exhaustion

will purify the vessel.

Shallow.

But it'll have to do.

Mom, I'm starving.

-Hunger will purify

the vessel.

-I don't understand

how you pretended.

With me.

-I was never pretending.

-Did you meet him?

Behind my back?

-Never.

He told me to wait.

-And you waited.

-I waited.

-You thought

about him, though.

And never told me.

He doesn't love you.

-It doesn't matter.

-But I do.

-He gave me

everything I have.

But you?

You took and you took,

and you never

gave any of it back.

-Are you kidding?

All I ever did

was take care of you.

You were never a real mom.

Aaaahhh!

-I wanted to do that

a hundred times

when you were a baby.

I couldn't go through with it

because I knew

Paul would kill me.

You stole my life.

I never wanted you.

I only had you because

your father told me to.

Is that what

you wanted to hear, Karma?

Because that's the truth.

Wendell! We're done here.

-You want her someplace else?

-No, thank you.

Could you give us

some privacy, though?

I have a present for you.

Your father and I

would like you to wear this.

And then you can put the mask on

and go out to the yard

and we'll meet you there.

You know, after everything

he's done for you today,

I think you could stand

to lose the attitude.

You're lucky to have a father

who wanted you.

Not everyone does, you know.

And sometimes

we have to sacrifice.

You think it was easy for me to

raise you alone with no money?

I can tell you

I didn't get it done

by sitting around

and crying about it.

And sometimes we have to--

buck up and play the hand

that fate dealt us.

So even if you don't like it,

you'll put on the dress

when I tell you to.

Because I am your mother.

-No, you're not.

You never were.

Fine.

Then do it so your father

doesn't gut you like a fish.

Is that enough motivation

for you?

Thank you, Wendell.

Hello, Karma.

You know,

I've been a fucking monster.

You know, it ain't no fun

being an animal.

It gets to the point where

it just ain't fun no more...

Paul?

It's really you.

Wendell.

The soul has accepted

the vessel.

The vessel is holy.

You'll need to bury

the discarded shell.

I believe it's still

in the bathroom.

-Oh, God, there's so much I want

to ask you.

What did it feel like?

Did you touch divinity

on the other side?

You must be tired.

But we have plenty of time

to catch up now.

Years and years...

Have I told you

how much I missed you?

All those lonely nights...

-What are you doing?

Wendell!

Get out here right away!

The vessel is corrupt.

-No!

-We were wrong.

The vessel is corrupt.

-I saw him in her.

The vessel is deceitful!

No! No!

No, let me go and take her.

She's a lying little bitch

who killed our prophet!

-You want me to kill her?

No. I'll do it.

He'd kill me

without blinking.

And you know it.

-You know you wouldn't

have survived

a quarter

of what I went through.

And you dare to think

you're better than

the greatest prophet

who ever lived!

To take him from me, you--

Shut up!

-You take everything

he gives you.

You think you're so much

smarter than he is,

that it's your right

to decide who lives and dies.

-But you're worthless.

You're a worthless

piece of shit.

Shut up, shut up,

shut up!

-You don't deserve

the air you breathe--

- Shut up!

-Yeah!

Why should I?

Because Paul died

and made you queen?

That's not how it works, honey--

-You little bitch.

♪ Hello, can I help you? ♪

♪ I don't think I've ever

seen you before ♪

♪ Did you think

That I should listen to you? ♪

♪ I'm about to kick

Your ass through the door ♪

♪ Carry me further in regret ♪

♪ I tried to leave but regret's

Got quite the death grip ♪

♪ The meds aren't working

For me anymore ♪

♪ I think I'm spiraling,

I'm spiraling downwards ♪

-♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

♪ The vessel is holy ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

♪ Hey, yeah ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Vessel holy ♪

♪ Soul awakes ♪

♪ Vessel holy ♪

♪ Soul awakes ♪

♪ The soul awakes ♪

♪ The soul awakes in her ♪

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