Blood Drive (2017): Season 1, Episode 9 - The Chopsocky Special - full transcript
Grace displays her newly found kung fu skills against a mystical restaurateur. Arthur embarks on a vision quest.
- Previously on "Blood Drive"...
- Tell me about what you write
in that little diary of yours.
I got enough dirt here
to start a garden.
I just gotta figure out a way
to put all the pieces together.
I give you a lot of shit,
but you're the real deal.
A fucking hero in blue.
Remember Officer Aki?
I think she's kind of into me.
- Welcome to Heart.
- [metal clinks]
When my partner busts me out of here,
we're gonna beat you
to a pile of bolts and wires.
Arthur has a new partner now.
So don't expect them to come rescue you.
Something's different.
You're becoming human.
This evidence was handed down to me
by the best person I ever knew.
He made me promise
I'd pick up where he left off.
- [grunts]
- [gunshot]
Ain't no law without blood.
You don't see that yet, but you will.
You don't know me.
I know why you carry
that goddamn diary around.
I saw what you did to get it,
and I... see... you.
[gunshot]
[exhales sharply]
Terry says there's
a doctor in the next town.
You're gonna be okay.
[engine revving]
[dramatic musical sting]
[brooding music]
♪ ♪
[music builds]
♪ ♪
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
[beeping]
[static]
[sighs] What the fuck?
[radio signal cuts out]
♪ ♪
What the hell?
- [gong]
- [woodwind instrumentation]
♪ ♪
Barbie, you're not gonna believe this.
Come on, Barbie. Don't quit on me now.
Come on.
[soft music plays]
[door clatters open]
We need help, or a phone.
Or if anyone's a doctor,
that'd be really clutch right about now.
Welcome to Tasty Dragon.
Table for two?
No, ma'am, we need a doctor.
We can stitch him up.
But you have to order something first.
Are you shitting me?
[sighs] Jesus Christ.
Just take that and call it even.
You have to order something.
Fine, I'll just do it myself.
If I break the rules for you,
I have to break the rules for everybody.
Fine, fine, then
just give us the special, okay?
[gong clashes]
I worked hard on this soup.
The least he can do is taste it.
No-no-no-no-no-no. No-no-no-no.
[soft woodwind music plays]
Arthur?
[exhales]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Where the hell am I?
Am I dead?
[music builds]
That's up to you.
[giggles]
[woodwind instrumentation]
[rock music]
♪ ♪
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx
www.addic7ed.com
[static, voices]
If I'm not dead, then where am I?
People call it lots of things.
A vision quest,
dark night of the soul,
tripping balls. [laughs]
I prefer to call it dreaming.
If that's true, then why are you here?
And where's Christopher?
I heard you two are pals now.
Christopher's fine.
In real life, he's [beep]
with his [extended beeps].
What was that?
What was what?
That beeping?
This is your dream, Arthur.
I'm a creation from your own brain.
[ominous tone]
If you don't know
what's happening to Christopher,
then how could I?
So none of this is real?
I said this was a dream.
I didn't say it wasn't real.
Okay, so let me guess,
you're supposed to
guide me through this.
Well, thanks, but no thanks.
Hey, I know this is freaky,
but you're a cop.
How do I know I can trust you?
[laughs]
I am you.
Is there some reason
you can't trust yourself?
Hmm?
[snap, snap] Hey.
You still with me, handsome?
You're not gonna
leave me alone, are you?
[laughs] Probably not.
[soft brooding music]
♪ ♪
What are you doing?
[top clanks]
Follow me.
[whoosh]
♪ ♪
[gong clashes]
Sencha green tea.
Calms the nerves.
Lady, quit the Ching-chong bullshit.
Could you be
10% less Chinese for a second
and help me stitch up my friend?
Well, that's not offensive at all.
You white people
- [hair sticks clattering]
- come in here...
expecting a show, a mystic
experience of the East,
and "Ching-chong bullshit"
rakes in the tips.
Well, maybe I'd be more sensitive
if my friend weren't bleeding to death.
We should have never come here.
You could drive for miles
in every direction
and your friend will be dead
before you get anywhere.
Okay, well, then stop wasting my time.
Help him, please.
We'll need more towels
from the dining room.
Hope blood doesn't make you squeamish.
[soft woodwind music playing]
♪ ♪
[ominous tone]
What the hell?
[ominous tone]
What the hell did you do to Arthur?
I'm trying to help him.
The fuck you are.
Look, I don't want to hurt you.
[blade clatters]
But you fix him right now,
or this knife is going in your throat.
No, it won't, Grace.
- [blade whips]
- [gong clashes]
That's not who you are anymore.
What was that you were saying
about stereotypes again?
This used to be Springfield, Missouri,
the whitest city in America.
Asian girl's gotta know
how to defend herself.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
This would be so much easier
if you'd only listen.
[gong clashes]
[eerie wind chime music]
♪ ♪
You must have been a real
panty-dropper with this whole
strong, silent type routine.
This is the first layer
of your subconscious.
But you could call it your happy place.
Seems kind of boring.
Happiness usually is.
So almighty spirit guide,
what great truths
will I be learning about myself today?
It's my job to help you find the key
to get out of this dream.
Anything else you learn
along the way is up to you.
But your brain plays tricks on you.
So consider yourself warned.
Can I go anywhere?
Your journey, your choice.
[door opens]
[soft, backwards music]
♪ ♪
- [door closes]
- Hey!
That's not where we need to go!
My journey, my choice, right?
[tapping]
[eerie whoosh]
[radio playing vintage "We Wish
You A Merry Christmas"]
Arthur?
[soft laugh] You don't have to knock.
Did you forget your keys?
Wait, Arthur! We can't go...
[radio playing vintage Christmas music]
Is this our house?
Of course it's our house, silly.
And somebody's been missing you all day.
♪ ♪
I...
we have a baby?
Shh...
How did this happen?
[soft laugh]
Now, I don't really have to explain
the birds and the bees to you, do I?
The birds and the...
[baby gurgles]
[exhales]
He's beautiful.
I've given it a lot of thought,
and I know you wanted
to name him Harrison
after your grandfather, but...
I think he looks a lot more
like a Ribbone, don't you?
Rib...
wha... what?
- Ribbone?
- Mm-hmm.
Why would you name our son
after that psycho?
What... why not James
or Danny? I mean...
[kisses]
It reminds me of when we first met.
♪ ♪
Ah, jeez.
Now we'll never get you out of here.
You need to focus.
Is this my future?
[scoffs] Yeah.
If you're into the whole baby thing.
We need to go.
Why?
[distant horse whinny]
Because of him.
[eerie music]
Who the hell is that?
[horse whinnies]
Sweetheart, would you mind
putting the baby
in the garbage disposal, please?
♪ ♪
What did you just say?
How else are we gonna fuel the house?
[baby fussing]
[engine grinding]
The house runs on blood?
both: Everything runs on blood.
Ah, just give her the baby.
No, sh...
I won't let you kill our son.
Arthur Bailey, I'm gonna count to three.
I don't care if you count
to a fucking billion, bitch.
You're gonna give me that baby.
I am not gonna give you the
baby... get your hands off...
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
What the hell?
This could have been your future,
but you don't think you deserve it,
so it's falling apart.
[sexual moans]
[speaking Spanish]
[Latin guitar music]
Holy shit...
God.
You're such a misogynist cliché.
Chicks are either
the Madonna or the whore to you.
[moans]
I'm objectifying her?
[moaning]
Dude, trust me,
the key is not in her coin slot.
Maybe objectification isn't so bad.
- We have to go.
- Just...
- Now.
- Mm... I don't want to go.
Ah, you go.
[brooding music]
♪ ♪
Oh... oh, God, no.
No-no-no, please, please, don't shoot.
- Please...
- [gunshot]
Oh, God.
Oh, God, Grace, Grace.
Grace!
- Grace.
- Come with me!
You didn't say this was a nightmare!
You neglected to tell me
how much baggage you have.
- [gun cocks]
- Now come with me.
- [gunshot]
- [groans]
[tense music]
You said this was a dream.
Why does this actually hurt?
Because this isn't any normal dream.
If you die here, you die in real life.
[gun cocks]
What just happened? Did Grace just die?
It's not her dream, so no, relax.
- That's good.
- No, it's not good!
The prick with the gun won't stop until
he destroys you from the inside out.
[exhales]
[ominous tone]
[eerie tone]
Saw this number on the mailboxes.
[shrieking]
1031.
Must really mean something to you.
When you wake up, you should
play those lotto numbers.
The universe might be trying
to give you a little gift.
[brooding music]
♪ ♪
Thanks for taking that bullet for me.
You're my hero.
Yeah, well... it was no big deal.
Especially since
I didn't take it for you.
Jessica!
My pet fish from when I was a kid!
[soft laugh]
Memories, emotions, phobias...
that sort of thing.
Inside one of these memories
is the key to get you out.
[soft, edgy music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic musical sting]
♪ ♪
[crying] Look what I found!
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
You're quite the fighter.
It's kept you alive all these years.
Here, it'll just make you tired.
You still think
you came here by accident.
We had no choice.
Your joint's the only thing standing
in this godforsaken desert.
Which doesn't make any sense
because we're by the Scar,
and nothing's supposed to work here.
I provide a sacred space
for travelers to find their path.
Your friend and his demons
are here to make things right.
Just like everyone else who comes here.
Yeah?
How many of them get happy endings?
Most.
But not all.
Those the herbs you're using on Arthur?
[ominous tone]
They're not herbs.
They're remains...
travelers who didn't
survive their quest.
Looks like you're
pretty shitty at your job.
Not everyone who comes here
survives their quest,
just like in life.
Why should a dream be any different?
Lady, it looks like you've
been drinking your own soup,
'cause we're not on any quest.
We're your fucking prisoners.
There is no greater prison
than the one in which we trap ourselves.
Besides, who said you were my prisoner?
[eerie whoosh]
[dramatic musical buildup]
Do you ever feel like you've just got
too much blood in your body?
Ever wish you could make it
do something useful for a change?
Now you can!
Call Vlad's Blood Bank at 555-CASH-NOW.
Got a retired relative
who's just not pulling her weight?
Make a withdrawal from her wrist
and turn her blood into cash!
Rotten roommate late on rent?
Deposit him down at Vlad's,
and we'll squeeze the blood
from your stoner.
Give us a bagful of blood,
and we'll give you a bagful of cash!
Call Vlad's Blood Bank at 555-CASH-NOW.
We give "liquidity" new meaning.
You can't go back the way you came.
You can only move forward.
Welcome to the second layer
of your subconscious.
This is where things
start to get interesting.
Great.
You want to tell me what
I'm supposed to be looking for?
[ominous whoosh]
Pixie Swallow? Are you serious?
Why would the key be there?
[sighs] It's your brain, not mine.
So the key is somewhere inside there.
But first we have to sneak past them
without getting killed.
They look pretty harmless.
Now they do.
But if you disturb them in any way,
they will wake up
and come after you with a vengeance.
Of course Grace is Mary Magdalene.
And why is Ribbone a rabbi?
Not everything has to mean something.
Why is Clowndick
wearing a cocktail dress?
Can we go another way?
No.
Da Vinci or Dark Horseman?
Your choice.
[horse whinnies]
I'm no doctor, but that
does not look like it's working.
Eastern medicine, Western medicine...
so much depends on him.
He's got to find his own way.
We try to control our lives,
but the world always has the final say.
This was my life, before the Scar.
One day I was printing menus,
the next, the ground had opened up
and swallowed up my entire world,
including my daughter
and her damn cat.
♪ ♪
Why not just leave?
I'm bound to this restaurant.
Why not just create
a dreamworld for yourself
where your daughter's still alive?
Doesn't work that way.
There are limits.
The Scar likes things
done a certain way.
How can the Scar like anything?
It's just a crack in the earth.
[soft instrumentals]
I'm sorry, there's just
too many bone fragments.
- What?
- I can't get them all out.
You should prepare to say good-bye.
No, you don't know him like I do.
He's not just gonna give up. Try again.
I'm sorry.
Sometimes that's the way
the fortune cookie crumbles.
He's beyond my abilities.
He's too far gone.
I'm not gonna lose you too.
If you won't do it, I will.
[soft instrumentals continue]
[gong echoes]
[ominous tone]
[hushed] Hey.
Hey.
Is this the key?
[rustling]
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[intense musical buildup]
[crinkling]
Arthur, hurry!
[snarls]
[pounding on door]
Hurry... before the chef comes back.
Okay.
Hold on...
Just... sit tight.
Why can't I...
Why can't I get this free?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Okay. Hold on.
Just a second.
[grunts]
[grunts]
[groans]
They're all fucking dull!
- [knife clatters]
- Hey, hey, it's okay.
You tried. Take the key and go.
- I won't leave you.
- You have to.
No, no. I'm gonna save you.
You're gonna be fine, I promise.
Just...
Fuck. God!
Fucking come on!
[electricity sputtering]
[cackles]
[cackling]
[voice deepens]
[dark music]
[cackling]
[chortling]
Buddy.
I'm so glad to see you, man.
Not for long, dude.
What?
You want to suffer.
No, I don't.
And I'm here to grant your wish.
- What are you talking about?
- [metal clanking]
- [pained groaning]
- Oh, sorry.
This bullet is just so damn
- stubborn.
- [grunts]
Ah, using your whole fist?
[brooding music]
That's a great idea.
No-no. No, no, no!
[grunts]
What's that?
I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you
with all the yelping.
You've always been such a whiny fucker.
I thought we were partners.
Why are you doing this, man?
Because he's not the real Christopher.
He's the version in your head.
You must feel guilty
for leaving him behind.
You're not still mad, are ya?
I didn't shoot ya, make you wander off
into the Scar, half-dead.
You're such a piece of shit.
Now, now, don't get your blood up.
It'll spoil the meat.
Look, I get it.
You're pissed.
But I only did what
I had to do to survive.
When I was stuck in that
Heart Enterprise hellhole
and you were out there
fucking and killing
and fucking some more?
That's what you call survival?
No-no-no-no-no-I...
I only fucked her so
my head wouldn't explode!
That's what they all say!
You would have done the same
thing if you were there!
Excuse me, I'm sorry,
I don't mean to interrupt
this beautiful "broment,"
but there's so much
pain and suffering to do
and so little time to do it.
[dark, edgy music]
♪ ♪
- [whispers] No...
- I'm happy we're doing this
- together.
- No. Christopher, no.
Because the only thing better
than being inside of you,
is knowing I get to eat you afterword.
[screaming]
[flesh squishing]
[clank]
[fizzing]
It's not the first time
you did this, is it?
No.
I did it once before.
On my daughter, Aki.
I can only imagine how much
she meant to you. I'm sorry.
Thank you for helping us.
[ominous tone]
Is this some kind of a joke?
Like I said,
your friend isn't
the only one on a quest.
Enough of the mystical bullshit.
How do you have this?
How do you even know about Karma?
I know everything about you.
I know you blame yourself
because you couldn't save your sister.
I know you refuse
to let go of your friend,
even though he's clearly dying.
And I didn't need the Scar
to tell me that.
You don't know shit.
Oh, yeah?
Let's see.
[soft somber music]
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
First, you try
pretending you don't care.
But that never works.
Now it seems you care too much.
At some point,
you have to accept that
it doesn't matter what you care about.
Shit happens.
There's nothing you can do to stop it.
Somewhere in there, Grace,
you have to let go.
♪ ♪
[agonized groaning]
[pounding, thudding]
God damn it.
You know, we better
serve the first course soon
or our guests here
are gonna help themselves
to some Arthur tartare.
[groans]
I don't work well under pressure.
Can't we just get this over with?
No, no, there's no
"get this over with" here!
We're preparing a Promethean feast
with you as the main course.
Promethean what?
[grunts]
We're gonna butcher you up,
then we're gonna devour you.
And after we eat you,
we're gonna digest you
and shit you out our backside.
But, you, see, you're gonna heal up
all good as new so that we
get to eat you again tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the day after that
and the day after that,
leaving you with
an eternity to contemplate
your regrets.
And to think all of this
came out of your boring
little Boy Scout brain.
Actually, I have to say, I'm...
I'm quite jealous.
So all this is just a bunch of bullshit?
Including the key?
No, the key was real.
And it means everything.
But I actually never
wanted you to find it.
[suspenseful music]
[horse whinnies distantly]
That's my cue.
[horse whinnies distantly]
Shit.
Didn't expect him that quick.
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
[metal clinks]
♪ ♪
[glass smashes]
♪ ♪
[crunches]
[crunching]
[dark, suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[horse whinnies]
[thunder rumbles]
As much as I enjoy a good gunfight,
what do you say we
flip for Arthur's soul?
Like gentlemen.
I'll even let you call it.
[gunshot]
Fuck me.
I see you, Arthur Bailey.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
There's no place I can't find you.
[gunshot]
[gunshot echoes]
If you got something to say,
say it.
[gags]
Wait, I thought we were gonna talk.
You've talked enough.
It's time to listen.
No, no.
No-no-no-no-no!
- [clank]
- [gasps]
Arthur.
[screaming]
No. No, you don't have to...
you don't have to do this.
[screaming]
[intense musical buildup]
[soft eerie music]
♪ ♪
You don't have to do this.
I'm sorry.
I'll be good, I promise. I'll be good.
I'll be good. I'll be good.
Haven't you figured it out yet?
[tense music]
[grunts]
There are no good guys.
[click]
[funky theme music over TV]
♪ ♪
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
Remember the first heat wave?
Summer after the fracking quake?
This whole city was rioting.
I broke into a public storage unit,
trying to steal some food.
I got caught by a cop.
That guy still on the force?
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
Hold it right there.
[gunshot]
LAPD! Hold your fire!
LAPD ain't even in control anymore!
Yeah? Well, you sure ain't.
And you are in the wrong place.
Throw the gun out along the floor.
All right, come out of there.
Nice and easy.
No sudden moves.
Come on, kid, what
the hell are you doing?
Wait a minute.
You one of those demos?
Demo what?
What color do you bleed?
[dramatic musical flourish]
[grunts]
You make one more move,
and I will blow the wires
right out of your head.
[soft suspenseful music]
Who sent you?
Are you fucking crazy, man?
I just came in for supplies.
Check my bag, I swear.
[soft laugh] My God.
I really thought you were a...
But you are just some dumbass burglar.
[over radio] Sutherland,
what's the status on that 1070?
Should we send backup?
No, hey, I'm sorry
I took all that stuff, man.
I'm sorry I took all that stuff.
I... I... just...
I was just trying to eat.
[radio clicks]
Roger, I'm 10-106 here.
False alarm.
Looks like a rat
broke into the storage room
and chewed through some wires.
[gentle music]
You're letting me go?
Yeah. I'm letting you go.
Thank you.
Thank you, man. I won't say shit, man.
I swear. Thank you.
Wait.
♪ ♪
You forgot something.
♪ ♪
Come on. Take it.
I know you're just
trying to survive, kid.
But if you think that world
is bad out there now,
it's about to get a whole lot worse.
So you gotta stop being stupid.
Stop being selfish.
You gotta start caring
about something bigger than yourself.
You understand me?
Now get the hell out of here.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[groans]
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, oh, shit.
Jesus...
Oh, shit. Oh, God.
What the fuck?
- [pained breathing]
- Oh, God.
What do I do?
I can't believe it.
I got killed by a Backstreet Boy.
Who?
You're not gonna die, man.
I'm not gonna let you.
Oh, fuck.
Okay, oh, fuck.
[agonized groan]
Sorry-sorry-sorry.
Why didn't you tell me
you were hurt, man?
I would have tried to help you.
Oh, God, there's so much blood.
You gotta call
the paramedics on your radio.
[scoffs] Kid.
ContraCrime might have
just bought the LAPD...
they took over the hospitals years ago.
Do I look like I can
afford an ambulance?
God damn it, this is so fucked up.
I can't... I can't...
I can't stop the bleeding.
It's too much.
- Relax, kid.
- Oh, fuck.
You're not the one who's dying.
But it was my fault.
Can't argue with that.
Kid,
you want to make this right?
[inhales sharply]
[pained groan]
Here.
Take this.
Are you... you want me...
you want me to give this to somebody?
Nah, there's nobody to give it to.
Nobody'd ever believed me.
There's somebody behind
all of this crazy shit
that I was talking about before.
But I just don't know who.
But everything I do know
is in that book.
I don't expect you to believe it.
Didn't believe it myself
when I first found out.
But if you do believe it,
don't ignore it.
Okay.
I'll do...
I'll do whatever you want.
That book is the only
shred of evidence I have
I did anything worthwhile with my life.
[soft dramatic music]
[over radio] Sutherland, you copy?
[clattering]
Sutherland, where are you?
We're on the way.
- Kid, you gotta go.
- No, no, no...
They'll never believe
this was an accident.
- I can't do it.
- You gotta go.
- I can't, no.
- You gotta go.
Sutherland, we're sending backup.
The world still needs heroes.
Now go.
[siren approaching]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[wind chimes jingle softly]
I tried my best.
[thunder rumbles]
[grunts]
I did everything I could.
There's only one cop left to kill.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
It's gotta be you, kid.
You're the only one
who can make this right.
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbles]
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[gasps]
Arthur.
Oh, shit.
Don't quit on me now.
Your friend is dying.
Well, then do something.
You can't change his fate.
I don't believe in fate.
His pressure's dropping.
He's lost too much blood.
Come on. Come on, Arthur.
Arthur.
He needs more blood than you can give.
Are you prepared to die?
What do you think?
[intense rock music]
[whispers] Come on, Arthur.
♪ ♪
Arthur?
Oh, you gotta be shitting me.
You billed me for this shit?
♪ ♪
[ominous whoosh]
♪ ♪
Shit.
Arthur!
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[ominous notes]
♪ ♪
[woodwind instrumentation]
♪ ♪
[Grace reading]
Fuck you, Pearl.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Arthur!
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www.addic7ed.com
[gong echoes]
[esoteric music]
♪ ♪
- Tell me about what you write
in that little diary of yours.
I got enough dirt here
to start a garden.
I just gotta figure out a way
to put all the pieces together.
I give you a lot of shit,
but you're the real deal.
A fucking hero in blue.
Remember Officer Aki?
I think she's kind of into me.
- Welcome to Heart.
- [metal clinks]
When my partner busts me out of here,
we're gonna beat you
to a pile of bolts and wires.
Arthur has a new partner now.
So don't expect them to come rescue you.
Something's different.
You're becoming human.
This evidence was handed down to me
by the best person I ever knew.
He made me promise
I'd pick up where he left off.
- [grunts]
- [gunshot]
Ain't no law without blood.
You don't see that yet, but you will.
You don't know me.
I know why you carry
that goddamn diary around.
I saw what you did to get it,
and I... see... you.
[gunshot]
[exhales sharply]
Terry says there's
a doctor in the next town.
You're gonna be okay.
[engine revving]
[dramatic musical sting]
[brooding music]
♪ ♪
[music builds]
♪ ♪
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
[beeping]
[static]
[sighs] What the fuck?
[radio signal cuts out]
♪ ♪
What the hell?
- [gong]
- [woodwind instrumentation]
♪ ♪
Barbie, you're not gonna believe this.
Come on, Barbie. Don't quit on me now.
Come on.
[soft music plays]
[door clatters open]
We need help, or a phone.
Or if anyone's a doctor,
that'd be really clutch right about now.
Welcome to Tasty Dragon.
Table for two?
No, ma'am, we need a doctor.
We can stitch him up.
But you have to order something first.
Are you shitting me?
[sighs] Jesus Christ.
Just take that and call it even.
You have to order something.
Fine, I'll just do it myself.
If I break the rules for you,
I have to break the rules for everybody.
Fine, fine, then
just give us the special, okay?
[gong clashes]
I worked hard on this soup.
The least he can do is taste it.
No-no-no-no-no-no. No-no-no-no.
[soft woodwind music plays]
Arthur?
[exhales]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Where the hell am I?
Am I dead?
[music builds]
That's up to you.
[giggles]
[woodwind instrumentation]
[rock music]
♪ ♪
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx
www.addic7ed.com
[static, voices]
If I'm not dead, then where am I?
People call it lots of things.
A vision quest,
dark night of the soul,
tripping balls. [laughs]
I prefer to call it dreaming.
If that's true, then why are you here?
And where's Christopher?
I heard you two are pals now.
Christopher's fine.
In real life, he's [beep]
with his [extended beeps].
What was that?
What was what?
That beeping?
This is your dream, Arthur.
I'm a creation from your own brain.
[ominous tone]
If you don't know
what's happening to Christopher,
then how could I?
So none of this is real?
I said this was a dream.
I didn't say it wasn't real.
Okay, so let me guess,
you're supposed to
guide me through this.
Well, thanks, but no thanks.
Hey, I know this is freaky,
but you're a cop.
How do I know I can trust you?
[laughs]
I am you.
Is there some reason
you can't trust yourself?
Hmm?
[snap, snap] Hey.
You still with me, handsome?
You're not gonna
leave me alone, are you?
[laughs] Probably not.
[soft brooding music]
♪ ♪
What are you doing?
[top clanks]
Follow me.
[whoosh]
♪ ♪
[gong clashes]
Sencha green tea.
Calms the nerves.
Lady, quit the Ching-chong bullshit.
Could you be
10% less Chinese for a second
and help me stitch up my friend?
Well, that's not offensive at all.
You white people
- [hair sticks clattering]
- come in here...
expecting a show, a mystic
experience of the East,
and "Ching-chong bullshit"
rakes in the tips.
Well, maybe I'd be more sensitive
if my friend weren't bleeding to death.
We should have never come here.
You could drive for miles
in every direction
and your friend will be dead
before you get anywhere.
Okay, well, then stop wasting my time.
Help him, please.
We'll need more towels
from the dining room.
Hope blood doesn't make you squeamish.
[soft woodwind music playing]
♪ ♪
[ominous tone]
What the hell?
[ominous tone]
What the hell did you do to Arthur?
I'm trying to help him.
The fuck you are.
Look, I don't want to hurt you.
[blade clatters]
But you fix him right now,
or this knife is going in your throat.
No, it won't, Grace.
- [blade whips]
- [gong clashes]
That's not who you are anymore.
What was that you were saying
about stereotypes again?
This used to be Springfield, Missouri,
the whitest city in America.
Asian girl's gotta know
how to defend herself.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
This would be so much easier
if you'd only listen.
[gong clashes]
[eerie wind chime music]
♪ ♪
You must have been a real
panty-dropper with this whole
strong, silent type routine.
This is the first layer
of your subconscious.
But you could call it your happy place.
Seems kind of boring.
Happiness usually is.
So almighty spirit guide,
what great truths
will I be learning about myself today?
It's my job to help you find the key
to get out of this dream.
Anything else you learn
along the way is up to you.
But your brain plays tricks on you.
So consider yourself warned.
Can I go anywhere?
Your journey, your choice.
[door opens]
[soft, backwards music]
♪ ♪
- [door closes]
- Hey!
That's not where we need to go!
My journey, my choice, right?
[tapping]
[eerie whoosh]
[radio playing vintage "We Wish
You A Merry Christmas"]
Arthur?
[soft laugh] You don't have to knock.
Did you forget your keys?
Wait, Arthur! We can't go...
[radio playing vintage Christmas music]
Is this our house?
Of course it's our house, silly.
And somebody's been missing you all day.
♪ ♪
I...
we have a baby?
Shh...
How did this happen?
[soft laugh]
Now, I don't really have to explain
the birds and the bees to you, do I?
The birds and the...
[baby gurgles]
[exhales]
He's beautiful.
I've given it a lot of thought,
and I know you wanted
to name him Harrison
after your grandfather, but...
I think he looks a lot more
like a Ribbone, don't you?
Rib...
wha... what?
- Ribbone?
- Mm-hmm.
Why would you name our son
after that psycho?
What... why not James
or Danny? I mean...
[kisses]
It reminds me of when we first met.
♪ ♪
Ah, jeez.
Now we'll never get you out of here.
You need to focus.
Is this my future?
[scoffs] Yeah.
If you're into the whole baby thing.
We need to go.
Why?
[distant horse whinny]
Because of him.
[eerie music]
Who the hell is that?
[horse whinnies]
Sweetheart, would you mind
putting the baby
in the garbage disposal, please?
♪ ♪
What did you just say?
How else are we gonna fuel the house?
[baby fussing]
[engine grinding]
The house runs on blood?
both: Everything runs on blood.
Ah, just give her the baby.
No, sh...
I won't let you kill our son.
Arthur Bailey, I'm gonna count to three.
I don't care if you count
to a fucking billion, bitch.
You're gonna give me that baby.
I am not gonna give you the
baby... get your hands off...
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
What the hell?
This could have been your future,
but you don't think you deserve it,
so it's falling apart.
[sexual moans]
[speaking Spanish]
[Latin guitar music]
Holy shit...
God.
You're such a misogynist cliché.
Chicks are either
the Madonna or the whore to you.
[moans]
I'm objectifying her?
[moaning]
Dude, trust me,
the key is not in her coin slot.
Maybe objectification isn't so bad.
- We have to go.
- Just...
- Now.
- Mm... I don't want to go.
Ah, you go.
[brooding music]
♪ ♪
Oh... oh, God, no.
No-no-no, please, please, don't shoot.
- Please...
- [gunshot]
Oh, God.
Oh, God, Grace, Grace.
Grace!
- Grace.
- Come with me!
You didn't say this was a nightmare!
You neglected to tell me
how much baggage you have.
- [gun cocks]
- Now come with me.
- [gunshot]
- [groans]
[tense music]
You said this was a dream.
Why does this actually hurt?
Because this isn't any normal dream.
If you die here, you die in real life.
[gun cocks]
What just happened? Did Grace just die?
It's not her dream, so no, relax.
- That's good.
- No, it's not good!
The prick with the gun won't stop until
he destroys you from the inside out.
[exhales]
[ominous tone]
[eerie tone]
Saw this number on the mailboxes.
[shrieking]
1031.
Must really mean something to you.
When you wake up, you should
play those lotto numbers.
The universe might be trying
to give you a little gift.
[brooding music]
♪ ♪
Thanks for taking that bullet for me.
You're my hero.
Yeah, well... it was no big deal.
Especially since
I didn't take it for you.
Jessica!
My pet fish from when I was a kid!
[soft laugh]
Memories, emotions, phobias...
that sort of thing.
Inside one of these memories
is the key to get you out.
[soft, edgy music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic musical sting]
♪ ♪
[crying] Look what I found!
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
You're quite the fighter.
It's kept you alive all these years.
Here, it'll just make you tired.
You still think
you came here by accident.
We had no choice.
Your joint's the only thing standing
in this godforsaken desert.
Which doesn't make any sense
because we're by the Scar,
and nothing's supposed to work here.
I provide a sacred space
for travelers to find their path.
Your friend and his demons
are here to make things right.
Just like everyone else who comes here.
Yeah?
How many of them get happy endings?
Most.
But not all.
Those the herbs you're using on Arthur?
[ominous tone]
They're not herbs.
They're remains...
travelers who didn't
survive their quest.
Looks like you're
pretty shitty at your job.
Not everyone who comes here
survives their quest,
just like in life.
Why should a dream be any different?
Lady, it looks like you've
been drinking your own soup,
'cause we're not on any quest.
We're your fucking prisoners.
There is no greater prison
than the one in which we trap ourselves.
Besides, who said you were my prisoner?
[eerie whoosh]
[dramatic musical buildup]
Do you ever feel like you've just got
too much blood in your body?
Ever wish you could make it
do something useful for a change?
Now you can!
Call Vlad's Blood Bank at 555-CASH-NOW.
Got a retired relative
who's just not pulling her weight?
Make a withdrawal from her wrist
and turn her blood into cash!
Rotten roommate late on rent?
Deposit him down at Vlad's,
and we'll squeeze the blood
from your stoner.
Give us a bagful of blood,
and we'll give you a bagful of cash!
Call Vlad's Blood Bank at 555-CASH-NOW.
We give "liquidity" new meaning.
You can't go back the way you came.
You can only move forward.
Welcome to the second layer
of your subconscious.
This is where things
start to get interesting.
Great.
You want to tell me what
I'm supposed to be looking for?
[ominous whoosh]
Pixie Swallow? Are you serious?
Why would the key be there?
[sighs] It's your brain, not mine.
So the key is somewhere inside there.
But first we have to sneak past them
without getting killed.
They look pretty harmless.
Now they do.
But if you disturb them in any way,
they will wake up
and come after you with a vengeance.
Of course Grace is Mary Magdalene.
And why is Ribbone a rabbi?
Not everything has to mean something.
Why is Clowndick
wearing a cocktail dress?
Can we go another way?
No.
Da Vinci or Dark Horseman?
Your choice.
[horse whinnies]
I'm no doctor, but that
does not look like it's working.
Eastern medicine, Western medicine...
so much depends on him.
He's got to find his own way.
We try to control our lives,
but the world always has the final say.
This was my life, before the Scar.
One day I was printing menus,
the next, the ground had opened up
and swallowed up my entire world,
including my daughter
and her damn cat.
♪ ♪
Why not just leave?
I'm bound to this restaurant.
Why not just create
a dreamworld for yourself
where your daughter's still alive?
Doesn't work that way.
There are limits.
The Scar likes things
done a certain way.
How can the Scar like anything?
It's just a crack in the earth.
[soft instrumentals]
I'm sorry, there's just
too many bone fragments.
- What?
- I can't get them all out.
You should prepare to say good-bye.
No, you don't know him like I do.
He's not just gonna give up. Try again.
I'm sorry.
Sometimes that's the way
the fortune cookie crumbles.
He's beyond my abilities.
He's too far gone.
I'm not gonna lose you too.
If you won't do it, I will.
[soft instrumentals continue]
[gong echoes]
[ominous tone]
[hushed] Hey.
Hey.
Is this the key?
[rustling]
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[intense musical buildup]
[crinkling]
Arthur, hurry!
[snarls]
[pounding on door]
Hurry... before the chef comes back.
Okay.
Hold on...
Just... sit tight.
Why can't I...
Why can't I get this free?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Okay. Hold on.
Just a second.
[grunts]
[grunts]
[groans]
They're all fucking dull!
- [knife clatters]
- Hey, hey, it's okay.
You tried. Take the key and go.
- I won't leave you.
- You have to.
No, no. I'm gonna save you.
You're gonna be fine, I promise.
Just...
Fuck. God!
Fucking come on!
[electricity sputtering]
[cackles]
[cackling]
[voice deepens]
[dark music]
[cackling]
[chortling]
Buddy.
I'm so glad to see you, man.
Not for long, dude.
What?
You want to suffer.
No, I don't.
And I'm here to grant your wish.
- What are you talking about?
- [metal clanking]
- [pained groaning]
- Oh, sorry.
This bullet is just so damn
- stubborn.
- [grunts]
Ah, using your whole fist?
[brooding music]
That's a great idea.
No-no. No, no, no!
[grunts]
What's that?
I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you
with all the yelping.
You've always been such a whiny fucker.
I thought we were partners.
Why are you doing this, man?
Because he's not the real Christopher.
He's the version in your head.
You must feel guilty
for leaving him behind.
You're not still mad, are ya?
I didn't shoot ya, make you wander off
into the Scar, half-dead.
You're such a piece of shit.
Now, now, don't get your blood up.
It'll spoil the meat.
Look, I get it.
You're pissed.
But I only did what
I had to do to survive.
When I was stuck in that
Heart Enterprise hellhole
and you were out there
fucking and killing
and fucking some more?
That's what you call survival?
No-no-no-no-no-I...
I only fucked her so
my head wouldn't explode!
That's what they all say!
You would have done the same
thing if you were there!
Excuse me, I'm sorry,
I don't mean to interrupt
this beautiful "broment,"
but there's so much
pain and suffering to do
and so little time to do it.
[dark, edgy music]
♪ ♪
- [whispers] No...
- I'm happy we're doing this
- together.
- No. Christopher, no.
Because the only thing better
than being inside of you,
is knowing I get to eat you afterword.
[screaming]
[flesh squishing]
[clank]
[fizzing]
It's not the first time
you did this, is it?
No.
I did it once before.
On my daughter, Aki.
I can only imagine how much
she meant to you. I'm sorry.
Thank you for helping us.
[ominous tone]
Is this some kind of a joke?
Like I said,
your friend isn't
the only one on a quest.
Enough of the mystical bullshit.
How do you have this?
How do you even know about Karma?
I know everything about you.
I know you blame yourself
because you couldn't save your sister.
I know you refuse
to let go of your friend,
even though he's clearly dying.
And I didn't need the Scar
to tell me that.
You don't know shit.
Oh, yeah?
Let's see.
[soft somber music]
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
First, you try
pretending you don't care.
But that never works.
Now it seems you care too much.
At some point,
you have to accept that
it doesn't matter what you care about.
Shit happens.
There's nothing you can do to stop it.
Somewhere in there, Grace,
you have to let go.
♪ ♪
[agonized groaning]
[pounding, thudding]
God damn it.
You know, we better
serve the first course soon
or our guests here
are gonna help themselves
to some Arthur tartare.
[groans]
I don't work well under pressure.
Can't we just get this over with?
No, no, there's no
"get this over with" here!
We're preparing a Promethean feast
with you as the main course.
Promethean what?
[grunts]
We're gonna butcher you up,
then we're gonna devour you.
And after we eat you,
we're gonna digest you
and shit you out our backside.
But, you, see, you're gonna heal up
all good as new so that we
get to eat you again tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the day after that
and the day after that,
leaving you with
an eternity to contemplate
your regrets.
And to think all of this
came out of your boring
little Boy Scout brain.
Actually, I have to say, I'm...
I'm quite jealous.
So all this is just a bunch of bullshit?
Including the key?
No, the key was real.
And it means everything.
But I actually never
wanted you to find it.
[suspenseful music]
[horse whinnies distantly]
That's my cue.
[horse whinnies distantly]
Shit.
Didn't expect him that quick.
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
[metal clinks]
♪ ♪
[glass smashes]
♪ ♪
[crunches]
[crunching]
[dark, suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[horse whinnies]
[thunder rumbles]
As much as I enjoy a good gunfight,
what do you say we
flip for Arthur's soul?
Like gentlemen.
I'll even let you call it.
[gunshot]
Fuck me.
I see you, Arthur Bailey.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
There's no place I can't find you.
[gunshot]
[gunshot echoes]
If you got something to say,
say it.
[gags]
Wait, I thought we were gonna talk.
You've talked enough.
It's time to listen.
No, no.
No-no-no-no-no!
- [clank]
- [gasps]
Arthur.
[screaming]
No. No, you don't have to...
you don't have to do this.
[screaming]
[intense musical buildup]
[soft eerie music]
♪ ♪
You don't have to do this.
I'm sorry.
I'll be good, I promise. I'll be good.
I'll be good. I'll be good.
Haven't you figured it out yet?
[tense music]
[grunts]
There are no good guys.
[click]
[funky theme music over TV]
♪ ♪
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
Remember the first heat wave?
Summer after the fracking quake?
This whole city was rioting.
I broke into a public storage unit,
trying to steal some food.
I got caught by a cop.
That guy still on the force?
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
Hold it right there.
[gunshot]
LAPD! Hold your fire!
LAPD ain't even in control anymore!
Yeah? Well, you sure ain't.
And you are in the wrong place.
Throw the gun out along the floor.
All right, come out of there.
Nice and easy.
No sudden moves.
Come on, kid, what
the hell are you doing?
Wait a minute.
You one of those demos?
Demo what?
What color do you bleed?
[dramatic musical flourish]
[grunts]
You make one more move,
and I will blow the wires
right out of your head.
[soft suspenseful music]
Who sent you?
Are you fucking crazy, man?
I just came in for supplies.
Check my bag, I swear.
[soft laugh] My God.
I really thought you were a...
But you are just some dumbass burglar.
[over radio] Sutherland,
what's the status on that 1070?
Should we send backup?
No, hey, I'm sorry
I took all that stuff, man.
I'm sorry I took all that stuff.
I... I... just...
I was just trying to eat.
[radio clicks]
Roger, I'm 10-106 here.
False alarm.
Looks like a rat
broke into the storage room
and chewed through some wires.
[gentle music]
You're letting me go?
Yeah. I'm letting you go.
Thank you.
Thank you, man. I won't say shit, man.
I swear. Thank you.
Wait.
♪ ♪
You forgot something.
♪ ♪
Come on. Take it.
I know you're just
trying to survive, kid.
But if you think that world
is bad out there now,
it's about to get a whole lot worse.
So you gotta stop being stupid.
Stop being selfish.
You gotta start caring
about something bigger than yourself.
You understand me?
Now get the hell out of here.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[groans]
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, oh, shit.
Jesus...
Oh, shit. Oh, God.
What the fuck?
- [pained breathing]
- Oh, God.
What do I do?
I can't believe it.
I got killed by a Backstreet Boy.
Who?
You're not gonna die, man.
I'm not gonna let you.
Oh, fuck.
Okay, oh, fuck.
[agonized groan]
Sorry-sorry-sorry.
Why didn't you tell me
you were hurt, man?
I would have tried to help you.
Oh, God, there's so much blood.
You gotta call
the paramedics on your radio.
[scoffs] Kid.
ContraCrime might have
just bought the LAPD...
they took over the hospitals years ago.
Do I look like I can
afford an ambulance?
God damn it, this is so fucked up.
I can't... I can't...
I can't stop the bleeding.
It's too much.
- Relax, kid.
- Oh, fuck.
You're not the one who's dying.
But it was my fault.
Can't argue with that.
Kid,
you want to make this right?
[inhales sharply]
[pained groan]
Here.
Take this.
Are you... you want me...
you want me to give this to somebody?
Nah, there's nobody to give it to.
Nobody'd ever believed me.
There's somebody behind
all of this crazy shit
that I was talking about before.
But I just don't know who.
But everything I do know
is in that book.
I don't expect you to believe it.
Didn't believe it myself
when I first found out.
But if you do believe it,
don't ignore it.
Okay.
I'll do...
I'll do whatever you want.
That book is the only
shred of evidence I have
I did anything worthwhile with my life.
[soft dramatic music]
[over radio] Sutherland, you copy?
[clattering]
Sutherland, where are you?
We're on the way.
- Kid, you gotta go.
- No, no, no...
They'll never believe
this was an accident.
- I can't do it.
- You gotta go.
- I can't, no.
- You gotta go.
Sutherland, we're sending backup.
The world still needs heroes.
Now go.
[siren approaching]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[wind chimes jingle softly]
I tried my best.
[thunder rumbles]
[grunts]
I did everything I could.
There's only one cop left to kill.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
It's gotta be you, kid.
You're the only one
who can make this right.
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbles]
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[gasps]
Arthur.
Oh, shit.
Don't quit on me now.
Your friend is dying.
Well, then do something.
You can't change his fate.
I don't believe in fate.
His pressure's dropping.
He's lost too much blood.
Come on. Come on, Arthur.
Arthur.
He needs more blood than you can give.
Are you prepared to die?
What do you think?
[intense rock music]
[whispers] Come on, Arthur.
♪ ♪
Arthur?
Oh, you gotta be shitting me.
You billed me for this shit?
♪ ♪
[ominous whoosh]
♪ ♪
Shit.
Arthur!
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[ominous notes]
♪ ♪
[woodwind instrumentation]
♪ ♪
[Grace reading]
Fuck you, Pearl.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Arthur!
Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx
www.addic7ed.com
[gong echoes]
[esoteric music]
♪ ♪