Hello?
Mr. Morgan, can you hear me?
Yes.
I think I'm hurt.
I'm sick and I...
Mr. Morgan, I can barely make you out.
Can you say it again?
I don't know.
What is the last thing
you remember, Mr. Morgan?
Why do you keep calling me that?
Is there something else
you would prefer to be called?
Yeah.
What would you prefer to be called?
I'm...
Mr. Morgan, what would you prefer
I call you?
Are you there?
I'm here.
I don't know.
What do you want me to call you?
I don't know.
Can you say it again?
I don't know.
Don't hang up.
Don't hang up, god damn it.
Hello?
Mr. Morgan.
You sound much better than before.
Will you please tell me what's going on now?
I'm trying to figure out
how to get you out of the house.
Do you remember?
We spoke not too long ago.
Yeah, I remember.
I'm seeing that you aren't able
to reconstruct all the things that happened
that brought you here.
I'm going to ask you to not walk into the dark.
It will make more sense as you go along.
There's something wrong with the kitchen.
It's a by-product of what you took.
Consider what you can see, touch, smell,
and hear as your safe haven.
Nothing can get in or out.
Once you pass beyond that,
you're in a state of limbo...
For lack of a better term.
I don't believe you.
Why don't you believe me?
Because it's a fucking kitchen.
Then by all means, roll the dice.
It's still early so the chances
of them detecting your beacon is still slim.
Just be ready to run back the way you came,
and do not lose sight of the entrance.
I think I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want to.
Did you hang up?
God damn it.
Okay.
It's the way out.
It's gotta be a way out.
I want out!
Let me the fuck out!
♫ And to save me from myself
♫ from my head
♫ but your will is too weak
♫ and my hell is too strong
♫ and my darkness surrounds your life
♫ I'm sitting here alone
♫ naked in the night
♫ and we watch the candle now
♫ fade away
♫ like the sun
♫ would it melt
♫ into the sea
♫ won't you come, come and save me
hi.
Hi.
Where's Diana?
Out.
Should we go get her?
No.
Why?
She doesn't want to be gotten.
Do you love her?
Do I have a choice?
♫ Come again, why don't you come
♫ and stay
So I used to live here, is that it?
Yes, correct.
So...
Where's all my shit then?
I used to entertain apparently.
You're noticing changes, this is normal.
So, where is it?
I mean...
If all my shit's here and I'm not seeing my shit...
Where am I?
No one has touched your things.
Although at this point you really
shouldn't be bothering with things like that.
It isn't as though you can take it with you.
Yeah, but...
It's still mine.
What have you remembered
since the last time we spoke?
Uh...
I was sitting in this chair, just like I am...
Looking back at three people
who were looking back at me.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say that this was a memory, right?
Yes, you were remembering.
That's cute, but the thing is...
I don't think I was seeing the real deal.
Glad to see you're coming along so quickly.
Yeah, me too.
So, but...
That's the deal, isn't it?
I mean...
I'm sweating my ass off, I feel like I got hit
by a fucking pickup truck,
and my head is spinning.
I was poisoned, wasn't I?
A poison did you say?
A poison I did say, try to keep up.
That's how you're getting me to see all this shit, isn't it?
I mean poison or gas...
I don't know, and frankly I don't care.
You don't want to kill me, that much is apparent.
So, what is this then?
Is it about money?
I don't even remember if I have any yet,
but that's what this is about, right?
That's disappointing.
I looked forward to the connection
I thought you were about to make.
Well I'm sorry to disappoint.
You are correct, Mr. Morgan.
In that what you are experiencing are not memories,
they are the retouched versions of actual events
that you have chosen to remember in their place.
In time you will see the actual event
and you will have to make a choice.
So lay it on me then.
What's the choice I need to make,
and getting on your level,
what's this terrible thing that I fucking did
and I'm choosing to forget?
Did I bulldoze an orphanage, I rape a nun,
and if what I did is so fucking terrible,
why not just cut straight to the blackmail
because that's where this is headed, right?
I did some fucked up shit, you show me the nitty gritty,
and then I have to choose whether or not
to write a big check.
I admire your acumen.
Even with dilapidated mental faculties
you come to the same conclusions
many others have much further down the line
and with much more information at their disposal...
And yet you're wrong.
Call it associative memory inspiration.
It doesn't matter how these memories come to you,
only that they do.
I have little more time,
and can tell you are not ready for your interview.
I take it this is where you hang up.
When did you open?
I love you.
What do you think?
Are you going to answer the question?
No sorry I missed it.
Do you want to have sex?
Does a bird enjoy flight?
Not with me silly, with Lauren.
Do I have a choice?
I'm going into the kitchen.
Does anyone want anything?
Some wine would be nice.
Sure it would.
Thanks.
Thanks what?
Thanks a lot.
Oh.
I thought you were gonna say "thanks, honey."
I mean, that would be more appropriate, wouldn't it?
Wouldn't it?
Well, someone's had enough.
Dude, what the fuck.
Hi.
Vance.
Nice to meet you.
What the hell's your problem, man?
I don't have any problems.
Not anymore.
I don't have any problems anymore.
What is your problem,
people are trying to have a good time.
People?
That's quaint, ain't it?
Ain't it quaint?
You got some serious issues, man.
Issues?
No, no, no, I don't have any issues.
I mean, you're gonna be the one
who's fucking her later tonight,
so by default you have the issues.
So mature!
Yes that's right, I'm so fucking immature.
And it's not at all immature to be flirting
with walking gonorrhea on the couch here.
Vance, you're killing it for people, chill.
That's right.
Sorry, I...
I forgot.
We're in the lifestyle now.
I can't complain about shit!
Hi.
Jesus!
Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was in here.
Mm, that's silly.
Yeah?
Why is that?
Cause, the best bed in the house is in this room.
You seem stressed, like you've had a bad night.
One might say.
That's too bad, do you want to make it good?
What?
I've seen that look before in people new to the scene.
You think this is some kind of trick,
something to catch you doing something
you're not supposed to.
Can I show you it's not?
I'd very much like to.
What did you have in mind?
Well, no one is around
and we do have the best bed in the building.
I can't.
You can.
I don't even know your name.
Lauren.
Do you have a boyfriend, Lauren?
Going on four years.
Four years...
And is he aware of what you're doing?
He's sitting next to your girlfriend
in the other room.
Is he?
Hi again.
I wanted to give you something.
I'll be in your room when you want to join me.
What the fuck?
Motherfucker, I'm sick of this shit!
What's that?
I can't understand you.
Too much of my girlfriend's tit in your mouth
to enunciate?
All right, that's it.
No Brad, it's fine.
The little boy still wants to play with his toys.
Oh, that's cute.
You know, I'd rather be obsessed with my toys
and have a sense of ownership.
It's better than whatever the fuck it is
you do all the time.
Sorry, Lauren.
I don't think he's gonna fuck you tonight.
Are these the kind of people
you want to hang out with?
People who want to fuck your boyfriend
while you're in the other room?
I asked her to Vance, Jesus.
I hoped that watching some hot piece of ass
swallow your cum might lighten you up enough
to maybe, just maybe...
Rattle this puritan notion you have
that sex and love are the same fucking thing.
Who else have you fucked since we've been together?
Get out of my way.
That's it, huh?
That's it, you're just gonna walk away
like everything else that required
an hour's worth of fidelity?
You know, I can't imagine why you have such
massive gaps in your employment history.
Whatever you say, dear.
Let me know when you get your grandfather's dick
out of your ass.
Oh, and I'm the one being immature,
and I'm the one complaining about my toys.
Think about this one for one minute, okay?
To you, keeping my toys to myself
is some ancient misogynistic cradle.
To me...
You are my toy.
You're my favorite toy.
And to most people, normal people...
They would love to have a boyfriend so faithful
that he would rather go to bed with blue balls
than fuck their girlfriend's best friend
while she was in the other room.
Yeah babe, you got me.
That's the difference between you and me.
I'm so ashamed.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You are completely shameless.
I see you're smoking again,
you can't even not cheat on your own personal commitments?
The difference between you and me
is that while I may be your toy
and you may be mine, you're not my only toy.
And rather than be a stuck up selfish bitch about it,
I prefer to share my toys with you.
Because like it or not,
everywhere we go, be it the grocery store
or nightclub, you're staring down the tits
of every hot piece of ass that walks by.
I was just trying to make you happy.
By having me fuck Lauren?
God damn it, Vance.
Even I've fucked Lauren.
Excuse me?
Correction, I still fuck Lauren.
What?
You, what the fuck?
I don't know, honey.
You had at the very least
two girls willing to do whatever it is you wanted
for an entire night, no strings attached.
I guess that's another difference between you and me.
Oh please, dazzle me.
I'm gonna wake up tomorrow with no regrets,
and hopefully a little sore.
Shut the fuck up and leave.
Funny you should say that
as I'm already walking out the door,
I mean how else am I supposed to fuck Brad?
Don't wait up, I know you will.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to prevent myself from saying something
I might regret.
What did she do?
It's more like what she's not doing.
Do you not want to talk about it?
I'm just trying to get a thought out.
I can come back later.
No leira, don't leave.
That's shitty, I'm sorry.
I can stop.
So what's happening?
Well...
You were probably unaware,
cause I don't like to post these sort of things
on the Internet, but today is my anniversary.
Congratulations, what's the problem?
Today's my anniversary.
Diana is 300 miles south of here
watching a concert she could've seen with me
in two weeks if she waited.
What is it about her that makes you stay?
I don't know.
Like it's even in the cards now.
What do you mean by that?
Well...
Let's just say that she's claiming this concert
is her "last hurrah".
Is she pregnant?
Yep.
You can't possibly be thinking of keeping it...
She's gonna fuck that kid up.
Hence my willingness to stay.
Do you know how I'm supposed to know that it's mine?
No, how?
She says I'm the only one she lets cum inside her.
Are you serious?
Like anybody believes that.
I don't know, I mean I'm never there
when she's fucking anyone else
so that could be a luxury she allows me over them.
The shitty thing is that I never got to show her
what it feels like.
You know, I never got to cheat on her.
Don't ever stop being a good guy.
She's just such a fucking hypocrite, you know?
I just don't get how she can go out, do what she does...
And not feel anything.
I can't believe the level of bullshit
you're putting up with.
Hence the request for alcohol.
I think we need something harder.
You know, you don't have to be with her
to be in that child's life.
You're a good guy Vance,
and there are plenty of good girls out there.
She doesn't deserve you.
Okay come on, let it out.
I'm sorry.
You'll feel better.
I'm so sorry.
Don't apologize, okay?
Just throw up.
Oh fuck.
It's okay, just get off, get off.
Dude, I'm hell a wet.
False alarm?
You know what?
Oh, okay.
Wow.
You really got it all over yourself, didn't you?
Okay, this...
Shit.
This is gonna be a little cold.
Oh fuck my life that's cold!
Fucking fuck, holy shit!
Hence the warning.
Oh fuck!
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Um...
Did I do anything bad last night?
You got a little emotional, um...
I didn't think you drank that much.
Oh, fuck.
I'm sorry.
I came over to cheer you up,
and now here I am throwing up in your bathtub.
Happens to the best of us.
Am I making you late for work?
I got about half an hour.
She doesn't deserve you.
As much has been said.
Shut up.
Don't dismiss everything I'm saying
because I'm hungover.
Yeah, well...
This is it, and then...
Once the baby's born,
she's gonna stop fucking around on me, so.
Don't you mean she's gonna
stop telling you about it?
Yeah, that.
How do you even know it's yours?
I suppose I just have to trust her.
Do you?
Trust her?
Yeah.
About as half as far as I can throw her.
Does she love you?
Of course.
I think you are her safety net.
Yeah well, that's doubtful.
Oh come on, think about it.
She's out every night of the week
with some other guy or girl,
and they're always the same type.
Yeah, and what type is that?
Oh you know, dangerous looking.
Like they just got out of prison or something.
No offense, but...
You're the total opposite of that.
None taken.
You gonna shower before work?
Probably not.
Why not?
Well, it's a little taken at the moment.
You wanna come in?
Wouldn't that be radically inappropriate?
Why not?
I still have on my bra and underwear, I'm not naked.
Still, seems inappropriate to me.
Vance, you're my best friend.
It's not like anything is gonna happen.
Okay.
There, isn't that better?
I personally love starting the day with a shower, you?
Right.
It's even better when you share it.
Leira...
I'm just making a joke.
Leira...
Put it back on.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Leira...
No, not 'til you relax.
What's the big deal?
You know why I think it's a big deal?
Because it's inappropriate?
You love that word today.
No.
Did you put it back on yet?
Yes.
Okay, leira...
Leira!
Don't pretend you didn't want to see me.
That's the issue, isn't it?
If you didn't want to, then you wouldn't.
And that would be the end of it.
Nobody's here, nobody has to know...
And you keep dragging guilt into it.
It's not like I don't want to be seen by you.
I don't mind.
If you don't put your bra back on,
I'm gonna get out.
No...
You won't.
Weren't you just telling me how you really
wanted to cheat on Diana just once
before it was over?
I wouldn't tell her about it.
Then why go through with it?
Isn't the point to make her sad?
I mean if you're letting me do these things to you,
the real reason is because you want me to.
And if you're not gonna tell her,
then maybe there's something there.
It's okay.
You can like it.
That's why I'm doing it.
Wouldn't you rather be with someone
that's wanted you from the very beginning
and isn't afraid of telling you so?
Leira...
Turn around and put your hands on me.
Leira...
Or not...
I can make you cum from here.
I've got 30 minutes after all.
You really can't get in, can you?
Oh god.
Hi baby.
You want a hit?
Sure.
You don't like the baby's room, do you?
I'm fine with it.
I'm really scared.
Well I'll support you no matter what
you decide to do.
I wish that helped.
Well...
I don't know what you want me to say then.
Wait Vance, no I'm sorry.
I just...
I just really want to know what you want.
You know, if you agree with everything that I say
then it's all the same, you know?
I just want to know what you want, please.
How am I supposed to answer that question?
I'm an asshole no matter what if I do.
No, no you're not.
I just...
Tell me.
If I say keep it, then I'm supporting the bullshit
Mr. Rogers lifestyle that you clearly despise.
If I say get rid of it,
then I'm the asshole who can't deal with
responsibility and commitment.
And apparently saying that I'll support you no matter what
is also the wrong answer.
So...
I don't even know what I'm allowed to say at this point.
I just want to know what you want,
why are you punishing me for...
because you want a black and white answer
and there isn't one, how's that?
We're not getting married, you made that quite clear.
I mean, I wanted to marry you
but you shat all over that idea with the quickness.
In fact, didn't you go out and fuck that marine
just to prove how not domestic you are?
When I called you on it...
I met at the door with "sex isn't love, Vance."
You do the exact opposite of literally everything I ask,
so I figure I just keep my fucking mouth shut,
that way there's at least a 50/50 chance I get what I want.
You're not going to propose to me?
I already did.
No, no you didn't.
You asked me if I would like it
if you asked me to marry you.
Not the same thing, you didn't even have a ring.
What did you say, Diana?
You had a ring.
What did you say?
Let me finish the thought for you.
You took a good, long look at me and said...
"I can't afford you."
You would never be domestic,
you would never need anyone, you don't need anyone.
So I stopped imagining.
Did I propose to you?
Technically, no.
I told you once, I won't ask you again.
Ask me now.
No.
Please Vance, ask me?
This conversation is over.
Do whatever you want.
You're not gonna listen to me anyway.
No...
Does that mean I win our little wager?
Only if you could last longer than that...
Aw come on, seriously?
She's drunk.
Every fucking day.
Fine.
Just fine!
Well now that she's gone...
Oh, for fuck's sake.
What is that?
Some song she's become obsessed with
for whatever reason.
Although I think this is my favorite rendition.
You're awful.
No, I'm over it.
There's a difference.
So are we trapped here?
Immobilized, yes.
Hmph.
Whatever are we gonna do to pass the time.
Well...
We could go back to what we were doing a minute ago,
and talk about the first thing that pops up.
So lame.
What are you doing?
Dee, Dee...
I need you to call 911.
Why?
Because she's taken a fuck load of pills.
Dee, Dee, look...
It's gonna be okay honey, it's gonna be okay.
Look, help is coming on the way, all right?
I need you to stay with me honey, okay?
What did you take?
Why...
I want to dream of a time when my life was moving.
Moving where, where was your life moving, Dee?
Don't call me that.
Only my husband can call me that.
Husband...
Are you asking me to marry you, Dee?
My husband will call me Dee,
just like a boy I used to love.
Sounds like you got him lined up.
Why the fuck are you just standing there?
Sorry, sorry, honey, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Who are you talking to?
No one, no one, she's just a friend Dee, okay?
She's here to help.
Why do we do that?
Do what?
Start caring when we decided that we don't,
and try to save someone who doesn't want to be saved.
What's the point?
We care Dee, we just really suck at showing it sometimes.
Dee...
I need you to stay up for me, okay?
I can't.
I can't keep my eyes open anymore.
Diana.
Diana!
Dee!
Don't just fucking stand there,
get my fucking phone!
Babe?
Coming.
Wait here.
Oh baby, please lay with me.
Put your arm around me.
Oh god.
Do you have anything to say to me?
What?
Do you have anything to say to me?
Oh baby I can't even think right now,
just hold me please.
I'm so cold.
Heroin does that to you.
Can you run your fingers through my hair, please?
Like this?
Oh, yes.
Do you like this?
Yes.
Is it comforting?
Yeah.
Oh, oh...
Do you think our little girl would've liked this?
What?
We didn't know if it was a girl...
shut your mouth.
Thought you'd just get rid of it then.
It doesn't fit your beautiful life paradigms,
you just get rid of it, right?
Okay baby, what are you talking about?
Why does every woman in my life
have to write so many god damn ultimatums?
What?
I didn't give you an ultimatum.
"Love me because I'm beautiful,
not because I have character."
That's an ultimatum.
"We can't have children, that's a big deal breaker."
And while I'm at it,
"I can fuck anything I want with a dick."
Oh wait, you're bi, dick optional.
I never said we couldn't have children.
Then why did you do it?
And while I'm asking stupid questions,
why did you do it the way you did it?
Cause I can't do this, I can't have children like this...
then get rid of it!
Abort it the slow, torturous, self-medicated way.
How incidentally advantageous that the one thing
you want to do every night
just so happens to solve your other little problems.
Color me shocked.
Or maybe you're just a fucking junkie.
Don't call me that, this wasn't easy.
Yes it was, yes it was.
That's why you did it.
And hence why it happened.
But I can't be surprised...
You did something reckless,
and without the say of your so called "life partner".
And now I'm to assume that it was even mine?
I knew it was yours, I never said...
oh say what the fuck ever you want!
I am so sick of giving you the benefit of the doubt!
Isn't it interesting how the only thing
you hold true to
are things that aren't provable,
or just happen to be said while I was out of the room?
Oh god, I can't do this.
I can't do this.
Oh go head, pass out.
Pussy out of this just like everything else
in your miserable little life.
Pass out so I can drown you in gasoline.
I hope you never wake up.
Why did you take my little girl from me, you bitch.
Oh.
You're out, is that it?
No!
She's out.
Do it the way we talked about.
Are you gonna do it?
Don't talk to me right now.
It's the only way we can be together, you know it.
No one would question...
Shut your mouth.
She just went on a four day coke and vodka bender.
Nobody would question an overdose, no one.
I advise you to shut your fucking mouth
or I will shut it for you!
Do you love me?
We're not starting this.
Do you love her?
I don't think things are gonna be the same either way.
We talked about this for the last five weeks.
She's never gonna change.
Do you think she's gonna look back on this and smile?
No.
She's never gonna go through another pregnancy
for the rest of her life.
I know how important family is to you.
Please, don't make me raise our baby alone
because you still think you might love a woman
that loved cheating on you.
How long have you known?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is it's ours.
Baby.
Baby, you need to wake up, you need to drink something okay?
You've been partying for four weeks straight.
What?
Come on, drink something.
I don't want to.
Baby, if you don't drink something
you're gonna throw up all over our nice sheets.
You don't want to do that now, do you?
No.
Okay, just a couple of sips
and then you can go back to bed.
Were we fighting just now?
No, no, no, no.
You were just dreaming, don't you remember?
I don't remember anything.
Like a champ.
Thanks, sweetie.
Don't mention it.
I had a dream about our baby boy.
Oh?
Yeah.
He was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.
He looked at me with your eyes.
Your perfect eyes.
You know that's why I mess around, don't you?
Cause I can't stand the way I lose control around you.
I've never lost control like that with anyone.
But with you...
All you have to do is look at me with those eyes...
What?
What is it?
What did we just do?
We bought ourselves freedom.
We can't do this.
It's already done.
All we have to do is wait and call the police.
Excuse me?
Yeah, we're gonna call the police.
We came home from wherever and found her in bed,
just like she is.
It's perfect.
I mean come on.
You saved her once during a suicide attempt,
this is a crime we practically can't even admit to
and no one would believe us
even if we did.
And she handed it to us in a nicely wrapped package.
Like a wedding present.
This isn't happening.
Trust me.
They won't even consider you a suspect.
What are you thinking?
Baby, what are you gonna do?
Diana calls me baby.
Not you.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
For your information, I'm not worried about getting caught,
or prison, or heaven and hell,
or getting my name in the fucking newspaper.
Yeah, it's starting to be real clear to me now.
It's starting to look less like you and me
and more like you and what I can get you.
In fact, how the fuck did you even know
to show up that first night?
I don't remember calling you.
God, I need to have my fucking head examined.
Diana and I may be over,
but she doesn't have to die for me to get my freedom.
Where's my phone?
Where's my fuckin' phone?
It's on the counter...
Please, please don't.
Fuck my life.
We can't call yet.
We have to wait at least five minutes.
Vance, baby, what are you doing?
Why don't you want me anymore?
Why do you still want her?
Are you gonna kill me?
Are you gonna kill me, bitch?
No, no, no!
Diana?
Dee...
Baby, wake up please.
Please wake up, baby.
Babe...
Baby...
Baby please, please wake up.
You were right.
What about?
This isn't about redemption.
It could never be.
It should be about atonement but it's...
It's too late for that now.
Isn't it interesting how we lie to ourselves,
remembering the versions of things
instead of what actually happened?
So you know the truth now.
Yeah.
I fucked...
Everything up.
I should've just...
Cut it all off.
And what would that have accomplished?
Nothing.
I was gonna lose her either way.
If I had left...
Maybe she'd still be alive.
And...
Who knows, you know?
Maybe losing me would've caused Diana to change.
Leira didn't help.
Oh fuck me.
Leira.
Where did she even come from?
Where did she come from?
I don't remember.
I only remember what happened.
You know, what she made happen.
So leira was the cause.
I remember feeling out of control of my life and just...
Anger.
I was so...
Insane with anger.
And then some...
This little bird started whispering things in my ear
and I just...
I didn't have...
I didn't have the mental fortitude
to tell her to fuck off.
So you would say that leira
was instrumental in your ruination.
Yeah.
I'm not um, I'm not um...
I'm not shedding blame her either, you know...
I did it.
I pulled the trigger.
But if I hadn't been led down that path,
it's a road I never would've gone down alone.
Killing Diana?
Yeah.
Tell me about leira.
What's to tell?
Did you love her?
There might've been something there in another life,
one where me and Diana never met.
It was more about the...
She came along at the perfect time,
about the timing of things.
And when exactly did she come along?
Wait...
Beer...
When did I drink beer, I never drink beer.
Cheers.
No, that wasn't it.
No...
That's inappropriate, that's inappropriate!
I love you.
Diana...
Don't just fucking stand there,
get my fucking phone!
That's not how it happened.
How did it happen?
This is the only way we could be together,
this is the only way we could be together.
This is the only way we could be together,
this is the only way we could be together.
This is the only way we could be together,
this is the only way we could be together.
This is the only way we could be together,
this is the only way we could be together.
That's not how it happened.
Do it the way we talked about it!
Are you gonna kill me?
Are you gonna kill me, bitch?
She never was.
This is a trick.
You're trying to trick me.
Why would I do that, Vance?
This was never mine, this shit was never mine.
Like how you never drank beer?
That's different, with that...
you didn't remember.
Well no.
So in your mind it's more likely for you to remember
someone that doesn't exist
bringing you a beverage you never drank
than to forget the owner of the medication
in the house?
I don't think I follow your logic.
I'm not lying, I didn't remember.
For a man that purportedly drinks only wine,
you sure do carry around a flask a lot.
What do you drink, Vance?
Wine.
What do you drink out of your flask, Vance?
Wine!
You're still lying to yourself.
I'm not lying to myself.
I drink wine.
Alpha retards and jock assholes drink beer.
I am a writer, I listen to Mozart,
I review stage plays.
I drink wine.
Why do you drink it out of your flask?
Diana gave it to me, okay?
As an anniversary present.
She said "here's to new things, Vance."
And gave it to me just like that.
Are you trying to convince me or you?
I know you well, Vance.
I've done my homework and for what I've found,
you never drank anything but red wine, this is true.
Also that the flask was not for your anniversary
but a birthday present.
Does it even matter?
Remember why you threw it off the pier?
I was angry.
Why were you angry?
- I don't remember. - I don't believe you.
Because she got it for me
the night of the party she was hosting, okay?
She was at the store buying the alcohol,
it wasn't even a real birthday present.
And this is what made you angry.
No.
What was it?
It wasn't my kind of party.
Why did you host it?
I didn't, Diana did.
She told me she was hosting a party that weekend,
I thought it was for my birthday.
Cause she never said that it was for my birthday,
I just assumed that it was.
So come that night I text her
"hey, thanks for throwing me a birthday party."
When she got it she was at the store
buying the alcohol for the party.
Realizing that it was my birthday,
she picked up the nearest thing that she could find.
There, are you happy?
Does that solve the mystery of the fucking flask?
Why wasn't it your kind of party?
Because it was a disgusting swingers party.
I only met two of these people before,
and it wasn't five minutes into it
that everyone started feeling and groping on each other.
They didn't even touch the alcohol.
And then Diana starts grinding on Brad,
she tries to get me to fuck Lauren
so she could fuck him,
and they were dating for fuck sake.
And then you realized the party
had nothing to do with your birthday.
Fuckin' a.
Are you telling me you wouldn't be pissed?
So I drank.
I drank the hard stuff.
Just like the man I thought Diana wanted me to be.
And I wasn't used to it.
And I got trashed.
And then I started fighting with Diana
in front of everybody.
I chased everyone off including Diana,
so when everyone was gone I walked out on the pier
and I threw that piece of shit flask
into the god damn ocean.
Then why do you carry it around with you?
I don't, I threw it off the pier, remember?
Vance.
It's in your pocket.
So what?
So you find no issue of carrying
the symbol of your girlfriend's infidelities
around with you?
What does it matter?
Leira never existed and I killed the woman I love.
I'm not trying to throw stones, Vance.
I'm trying to get you to really understand
the person that you were,
and what you are currently doing.
Why?
Because it's becoming time to make a decision.
You left residual energy in every room of this house.
It's time to let it all go.
I don't want to, it's my house.
I can do whatever I want with it.
Your time is done, Vance.
The house isn't yours anymore.
What do you mean it's not mine anymore?
It's only been one night.
You died 11 months ago in this room, in that very chair.
And what you've been doing since is lingering around
trying to figure out what exactly happened.
Much to the dismay of the current owner, I may add.
You want me to make a decision about who I am?
Fine, who am I?
A man that loved a woman for all the wrong reasons
and poisoned her out of jealousy
after losing grip in reality due to under medication
and alcohol abuse.
Doing bad things does not make you a bad person.
You did exactly what a sane person
experiencing the same things would have.
Your guilt is earthly, you are not.
It's time to let it all go.
Say I wanted to.
How would I?
When you have nothing left keeping you here,
all you have to do is walk out the door.
What if it's still locked?
Then you aren't ready.
What if I want to stay?
You'd be needlessly punishing yourself
and Diana by doing so.
I want to see her again.
Please.
You have to understand that would only do
more harm than good.
She has her own set of things keeping her here.
Your presence only compounds them.
I just want to explain things.
Vance.
Just tell me it's possible.
I can tell you with you still here
she will not be able to move on.
Look...
I know you love her.
You don't want to leave as a result.
If anything, do it because you love her.
I've said it too many times now, Vance.
You being here will serve no one any good, any more.
You have to let it all go.
I have to let it go.
Why don't you try walking out the door?
What about the spirit?
What about it?
Your interview's never been with me.
I'm just a guide.
Your interview's with him.
What if I just...
I told you already, Vance.
The judgment you made on your life at that point
was one of blameless finger pointing.
I think now your perception is vastly different.
I need time.
I understand.
Have you been helping her?
As much as I can.
Tell her I'm sorry.
She knows.
But I will tell her anyway.
Thank you.
I have to go away now.
I love you very, very much.
Diana...
No, no, no, no...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
Come on.
♫ I'm sitting here alone
take your medication, please.
Please.
Come on man.
It's gonna be okay.
No one here is trying to hurt you.
We're trying to help.
Baby you're scaring me, please stop.
Fuck man, no one here's your enemy.
Take your medication, please.
♫ Won't you come, come and save me
baby.
Baby, please take your medication.
Hey shut your mouth you fucking whore!
Do it.
Do it like we talked about it.
Thank you so much,
it really feels so much better in here now.
And brighter.
Yeah, I was just gonna say that.
You know, in cases of intense negative residual energies
I tend to find that light doesn't penetrate
as far as it should.
Thank you, seriously.
My pleasure.
So do you always deal with the weird ones?
You know, he may have been insane
but it's not the reason why he fell in love with you.
It was only because he loved you so much
that his insanity was so aggravated.
Do you think he'll ever come back?
Very unlikely.
You might feel a slight bit of strange energy
from time to time.
It'll pass.
And eventually it'll all be gone.
Thank you.
Well, you have my number.
If it relapses let me know
and I'll be over directly, but...
In my experience it most likely won't happen.
So, what will you do now?
I wanted to come by earlier to get the saging done
but my flight leaves later this afternoon.
Anyways...
Take care of your son and call me if anything new happens.
Thank you.
It's what I do.