♪ Entertain me ♪
♪ Coffee boy ♪
♪ Thank God for refills ♪
♪ Because you're broke ♪
♪ Everyone on heroin ♪
♪ System plays us ♪
♪ You bang on tired ♪
♪ So men stop rest ♪
♪ I work the night shift ♪
♪ Convenient store ♪
♪ I think of you and new places to begin ♪
I hate to even ask,
what about the last check?
Oh, no problem.
If you'd like, I can pass it down tomorrow.
First thing.
In your bank account.
That works.
Thank you.
♪ 99 cents ♪
♪ Generic packs of cigarettes ♪
♪ Baby I'd make more money as ♪
♪ Somebody else ♪
♪ Pete sells me eights ♪
♪ For 20 bucks ♪
♪ And an apathetic version ♪
♪ Of the stoner's love song ♪
♪ I fear my dad will think how ♪
♪ He was right ♪
♪ He said I'd never amount ♪
♪ To anything ♪
♪ Broken hearts don't exist ♪
♪ In my own world ♪
♪ Only broken minds ♪
♪ But they really don't hurt ♪
♪ Where do I go ♪
♪ No one knows ♪
♪ No one I love takes ♪
♪ Drugs anymore ♪
♪ I stare into your lovely ♪
♪ Bloodshot eyes ♪
♪ Thank God I don't dream much ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ 99 cents ♪
♪ Generic packs of cigarettes ♪
♪ Baby I'd make more money ♪
♪ As somebody else ♪
♪ Pete sells me eights ♪
♪ For 20 bucks ♪
♪ An an apathetic version ♪
♪ Of the stoner's love song ♪
Well what did you say?
No.
No you didn't.
They've been here before.
Did she take you out
or did she take you home?
No.
I've never been out.
Have you?
Do you feel grown up?
I said,
I said, "no",
"how long have you been here?"
I've never been here.
Hey, Jesse.
I just got done with some shit at the school.
I don't know, man, I'm just bored.
Wanted to see if you wanted to hang out
or something of that nature.
Yeah, call me back.
Hopefully everything got sorted out.
You got that security deposit.
That money will help you with your food.
Of course, let us know when you get to the other side.
We'll be thinking of you
and hope all is well.
Check in when you can.
♪ It's easy to see ♪
♪ Without electricity ♪
♪ I open the windows ♪
♪ To let the day in ♪
Thanks for riding Metro.
Please don't eat, drink or smoke in trains
or on platforms and placing your feet on the seats.
The next stop is-
Not sure I love you anymore.
♪ Hush on wise men ♪
♪ Each was his own man ♪
♪ Dangling arms ♪
Sorry.
I had to do that.
Sorry, did I disturb you?
Wasn't you that disturbed me.
What do you mean?
Can I take one of you?
Sure.
How do I make the thing come out?
Just press the button.
Oh.
I think I might have blinked.
Thanks.
People think that you're supposed to shake Polaroids
when they first come out,
but that's actually not true.
People also say you shouldn't talk to strangers.
Or take pictures of them.
I like taking pictures of strangers.
And watching strangers.
I was watching you earlier.
Am I strange?
Yeah.
So what the fuck are you doing?
I don't know.
You just looked kind of interesting
in the mist of
all of these other people in this park.
Today's my first day in LA,
so I'm just kinda exploring.
Do you want to follow me?
- Follow you? - Yeah.
Okay.
Come on.
Is that your journal?
Um.
Sort of.
As you can see, it contains my broken heart.
Where are you from then?
What is that?
I was born in the Middle East.
My father was a college professor,
so we moved around quite a bit before settling in London.
Really?
No accent?
I can turn it on if you'd like?
No, that's fine.
It's just...
I still can't believe I'm in LA.
It's like, when you think of LA and what it is,
you don't think of this whole downtown spot.
It's nice here.
It's like it has a flavor.
How so?
I don't know. It has texture.
It's like it's real.
People are just here,
living and sleeping on the ground
and playing.
Whatever, it's like in Hollywood
and everywhere else,
there's such self-importance.
Everyone is so self-obsessed
and trying to make it
or make something out of themselves.
You drown in it.
I start to hate myself just for living here.
That's kinda harsh.
Yeah.
I mean, I just got here, so...
Right, well shit.
Sorry, but you know,
welcome to hell.
LA is like that Yoga master that trains his whole life
just to suck his own dick.
You know, fuck it anyway, right?
I'm leaving.
Where you going?
Going to New York.
Why?
I don't know. It seems real.
It seems like a real city.
Like a great mecca.
Yeah, New York seems like a cool place.
I love New York, actually.
Why does it smell so bad in here?
Because everyone pisses in here.
Ew.
You don't need to find a bathroom.
Gross.
You just pee in here. Everyone else does.
It is beautiful though.
Like the culture of these birds.
I can totally see that.
They're probably not worried about
directing movies
or writing plays or anything like that.
Or getting their nails done.
No.
They just want the bread in your pocket.
It's still wanting something.
Yeah. I guess everyone wants something.
♪ Ocean was long ♪
♪ On the beach ♪
♪ Was a kiss ♪
♪ On the mouth ♪
I don't know.
I come to the conclusion
that this is the most fucked up city in America.
Really? Why?
Well, I mean,
it's all these rich people everywhere
acting like they're better than everyone
but they're crammed into this fucking
smelly, polluted city.
It's like being invited to this party
because that's where all the cool people are gonna be,
but then when you get there
everyone's just wasted and on their phone texting
and all you wanna do is go to the bathroom
but it's so fucking crowed
you can't even get across the room.
Then you finally shove your way through and there's a line
and then you get passed the line
and someone pissed all over the floor.
So you can't even feel relieved
because your new stupid, fancy shoes
are all covered in somebody else's piss.
Ew, gross.
Yeah, it is gross.
That's what I'm saying.
You think it was ever different?
I know it was.
I mean, like back in Chaplin's days
this place was amazing.
There were orchards everywhere
and little communities
and people trying to change the world with storytelling.
Just look around.
This place is meant to inspire beauty.
It's in the design.
It's like it was a place to stroll
and dream together.
It seems like there's still people doing that now.
I guess.
There's the churro guy
and junkies dreaming of their next score
and a bunch of people sleeping on the ground
but fuck it anyways, I'm leaving.
Where are you taking me?
You're not gonna kill me somewhere in a corner, are you?
I don't think I need to go into a corner.
Could do it wherever.
The last girl I met is at the bottom of that lake.
I believe it.
Would you like that?
You would be the one at the bottom of that lake.
It's kind of like a vintage laptop, I guess.
It's a play that I'm writing.
Like a stage play?
Well, it's my lame attempt at one.
I say that because it's just thing
that I've been writing by hand and rewriting it
over and over again for the last year
and no one likes it, honestly.
I don't even fucking like it.
Is it super personal?
Very.
Mmm.
I notice this with a lot of artists.
They experience something really traumatic in their lives
and they can't move on from it,
so they just spend their time trying to recreate it
over and over again.
Isn't it okay to wanna resolve
something from your past though?
Of course,
but not when you become self-obsessed with it.
That's not really resolving anything.
The only reason that I'm still writing it now
is because it's something that happened to me
that I just don't know how to deal with.
I guess at one point I thought that this would help.
I thought it would be therapeutic
but it doesn't really feel good anymore.
Keep talking, I just need to stretch.
You've got me thinking.
It's like sometimes
you put so much energy into something
that you just don't want to admit that it's for nothing.
It's not that I don't wanna move one,
I just...
I don't know, I can't
because there's so much of myself
physically in this book.
One of my favorite quotes of all time
is by the poet, Rumi.
It was, "Life becomes an act of letting go."
And even though that's such a simple phrase,
there's so much deep meaning behind that
and if you just, you know?
That's beautiful.
- Don't hold on to it. - That's good advice.
Just let it go.
Then again, I'm really good at giving people advice
when it comes to anyone but myself.
Like what're you doing here?
Are you visiting or?
Yeah, I just moved across the street over there.
That's really cool.
I just got accepted into fashion school here.
Oh, whoa. That's awesome.
I might be going to FIDM downtown.
So you like make clothes or what?
Yeah. Mostly dresses.
I focus on dresses.
Maybe you could help me with my runway skills.
Fashion sense.
- Yeah? - Make me a dress.
There's some potential.
You have potential.
Hey, I'm kidding.
I put a lot of thought into what I wear.
Yeah, the whole starving artist look?
You got it down.
The pants and everything.
These pants were my grandpa's.
I think they were.
A lot of history.
They look like they have a lot of history.
"Pain builds character."
"Experience is life."
I think it was maybe Willie Nelson that said
when he was young
he felt like he had to use
old, beat-up guitars because they had more character.
Later in his life he's like, "Now I have character,
so I use new guitars."
I love that.
I guess that's the whole point, right?
Just experience.
I think so.
That's another reason why I moved here.
Me too, really.
I think.
As frustrated as I get,
I couldn't have had this experience anywhere else.
I guess a part of you needed to go through that.
Yeah, the vail has been lifted.
You know, I was the same as you.
It's like, when I first came here I thought
it was gonna be this magical thing.
In a lot of ways it was,
but it just wasn't at all
magical in the way I expected it to be.
It's disappointing in some ways
but it also feels good to not be living an illusion.
I think we all live in an illusion.
It just depends on what illusion
we want to create for ourselves.
It's really weird how boys don't wear dresses here.
The only culture on the planet
where that's like a weird thing.
Really?
I mean, not like the only one,
but there are a lot of cultures
where it's completely normal
for men to wear skirts and dresses
because they're comfortable.
Oh yeah.
It's not all stigmatized.
I know in Arabic culture
people wear the long
dress things.
I'd like to wear a dress.
You can wear a dress.
Let me rephrase that.
I'd like to feel comfortable wearing a dress.
I don't know if that's ever gonna happen.
Maybe that's another issue.
I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel comfortable
doing anything though.
You know, this is a beautiful place
but it's really dark too.
Like dark
in spirit, morally?
Yeah.
There's some dark energy here.
It's creepy.
Do you not feel it?
You're full of dark energy.
I am not.
You think so?
Well, I don't know.
- I guess I don't know. - Maybe.
My friends call me dark angel.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
Because I'm a dark angel.
When was the last time you had a girlfriend?
Um, just over a year ago.
Sorry, we don't have to talk about it
if it makes you uncomfortable.
No, no.
No, it's okay.
It's probably good for me to talk about it.
Honestly, it's what this whole fucking play is about.
You know?
Well, that makes all the difference.
No wonder you can't let it go.
It was my fault that we broke up.
How so? Why?
We loved each other and I just threw it away
because I thought I could become someone else.
You can become whoever you want, really.
Can you, though?
It's insane that it's your first day here
and we would meet right now
because I'm leaving tomorrow.
I don't know,
no one would hang out with me on my last day here
and so I came here
and here you are.
It breaks my heart,
all these glorious movie palaces
have just been turned into
swap meets and shit.
I guess a couple of them are trendy little clothing outlets,
but they ain't playing movies anymore.
That's for sure.
I mean, look at that.
Way to go, humans.
What have we done?
You know what, I'm gonna take a Polaroid of you.
That's what I'm gonna do.
Yeah.
"Tripping over a motherless father's leftover lovers
on the way downstairs for a midnight snack.
Light keeps spilling under the basement door,
groaning, let me go,
before long, know you're all alone,
after they begin, you'll know it's time for us to go.
Scampering up the curtains,
spider legs stretch to the ceiling,
plastered to the corner.
Pigs can be ornery.
Dressed as an orderly,
swollen chicken dinner.
I think we found a winner.
Bored by the best, my name is death,
smashed between rooms full of bridesmaids and salt,
patches shredded by the grass,
"broken rainbow glass."
You have a way with words.
You know?
Does it feel like a play though?
Maybe that's just it.
Maybe it's not supposed to feel like a play.
Maybe it's supposed to be a short story
or a poem.
Do you wanna get out of here?
We could go see some other places.
Catch the subway?
Subway?
♪ Well hello ♪
♪ All you lovely ladies ♪
♪ Hello ♪
♪ Please to see you again ♪
♪ Hell no ♪
♪ Just hold on ♪
♪ Don't go ♪
♪ It won't take long to realize ♪
♪ You're gonna figure out ♪
♪ All was wrong ♪
♪ Goodbye ♪
♪ Oh my baby, baby ♪
♪ Goodbye ♪
♪ Please don't hate me ♪
♪ Goodbye ♪
♪ It's all now, goodnight ♪
♪ What's this gig about ♪
♪ Us being in trouble ♪
♪ Found you in the double time ♪
♪ And what you see ♪
♪ Is so different then ♪
♪ You're supposed to be ♪
♪ Cold to the touch ♪
♪ Of your skin ♪
Step back.
All the way. All the way.
All the way.
This is so fun.
Let's try this one over here.
Open that face.
With the drool and and openness, yeah.
Can you back up against this wall?
And then I want half of you in the light
and then the other half in the dark.
Yeah.
That was blue tint against them.
Good with the hands.
You did good with the hands on the face.
Back to the hands on the face.
You're a natural.
French fry fingers all over my face?
Oh no.
Did you have french fries?
No, my fingers are french fries.
Oh, okay.
Look at them.
Your hands are kinda french fries.
How many of these do you have?
I didn't even know they made this film anymore.
I have a lot.
Films that are left,
you can get them in really big bulks in London.
- Oh, that's cool. - Yeah.
Not to be rude, but...
Well, kinda to be rude.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No, not at the moment.
Why?
I just really felt like I had to know all of a sudden.
No, I did once,
but I didn't like it very much.
Yikes.
You say it like that it sounds like
a bad salad or something.
That's actually a pretty good analogy.
That's exactly what it was.
I mean,
it started off really, really refreshing and
nice, and then it ended so soggy and wilted.
It wasn't very appealing at all towards the end.
How long did you have this boyfriend?
Four very long years.
If you had gone to college
you might at least gotten a degree or something.
Do you take anything seriously?
I try not to.
Yet somehow when I do, I take things way too seriously.
A man of extremes.
So did you ever take any classes or anything out here?
Yeah, I just finished actually.
I took a few classes at the city college.
Really? What'd you take?
Literature
and Anthropology and Women's History.
Did you like it?
Yeah, it was pretty fun actually.
More than I expected.
English was definitely my favorite,
through literature.
I'm definitely a writer.
And the professor, man, he was so awesome.
He was just like this chubby little guy
with these huge glasses
and he was always stopping class
to just lay some wisdom on us.
You know, like,
the other day,
right at the end of class he said,
"Divine masturbation is where it's at."
Implying that God masturbated and shot forth our universe.
Wow.
The visuals on that.
Yeah, right? It's awesome.
Sounds like more of a philosophy course
than an English course.
Is that lemon water?
Yeah.
Well, try some.
I prefer the term "lemon concoction"
because I've added a touch of cayenne pepper.
Mmmm.
Is it too much?
I like it.
Just an acquired taste.
Yeah.
So it's cayenne pepper, lemon and water?
Mhmm.
Isn't this what people drink
when they're doing a colon cleanse?
I don't know.
There was this guy who always used to come into the cafe
and drink it all day.
And I asked him what it was
and I tried, made it for myself.
I really like it.
It's just so intense, you know?
It really wakes me up.
Maybe he was fasting.
Now that you mention it, he was really skinny.
What do you think?
It's great.
It's really good.
I've had to become pretty good
at making eatable things out of nothing.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
It's expensive around here.
Thanks for sharing it with me then.
Of course.
I'm just glad to have someone to share it with.
♪ Visionary ♪
♪ Is on the way home ♪
♪ Pistol gray ♪
♪ Heart and lungs ♪
♪ Pressed too hard ♪
♪ Don't give a fuck ♪
♪ Keep them white ♪
♪ Sweet forgiveness ♪
♪ There's been ♪
♪ No soldier ♪
♪ Just pharmacists to see ♪
♪ Skin light ♪
♪ They burn ♪
♪ Like it's confirmation ♪
Here, I got it.
Welcome to LA.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
I'm gonna wear these all day.
Wanna take a Polaroid?
How do I do it?
This button?
I'm really excited about my shades.
Thank you.
Yeah.
You look badass.
You like it?
Look like you belong here.
Now I look like I belong here.
People don't like eye contact here.
So it's good to wear sunglasses.
Then you can stare all you want.
They are pretty cool, huh?
Dude, your shades are really rad.
They go with your style.
They go with the whole starving artist look.
♪ Hydroplane ♪
♪ Like a skater ♪
♪ Cross the tar ♪
♪ Along the lake ♪
♪ Hanging by ♪
♪ The busted wing ♪
♪ Washed up ♪
♪ Boy, you're clean ♪
♪ Fresh cut lawn ♪
♪ Sweat forgiveness ♪
♪ This confirmation mine ♪
I always have this theory
that love is such a beautiful
sure thing and then we come in as humans
and we put labels on it and expectations
and structure it.
It becomes something
and it's stripped away of the essence
of just being.
You know when you first meet someone
and you have that connection and those butterflies?
What if it was always like that forever?
Because at the very beginning you're not putting expectation
and you're not putting emphasis and labels on things.
They just are.
And that's so beautiful.
But then the more time
you spend with someone
it's like society and cultural
standards suddenly take over.
I'm ranting.
Sorry.
You're turn to rant.
It's okay.
It's my turn to rant.
Fuck.
Good morning, stranger.
Nice of you to wake up.
I guess I crashed.
Yeah, you did.
Too much coffee.
Too much caffeine binges.
Fuck.
I have to pee really bad.
I think there's a place down there.
Yeah.
Can you watch my stuff?
Yeah.
All right.
Better?
Much better.
Hey, can we read a piece of my play?
What?
Like, will you read this scene with me?
Yeah, yeah, definitely.
All right.
Um.
I guess I'll be the girl.
And will you read the boy's part?
Okay.
"Sometimes I look at the world around me
and I resent that I'm suddenly regarded as a woman
with some many responsibilities and decisions to make.
I want to be successful like my mother
"but I don't have the courage to even try."
"Do you resent me for trying?"
"I want to be young again.
I want to curl up in my bed
and pull the covers over my head
and sleep through everything."
"Do you love me anymore?"
"I don't think so."
I can tell this is kind of intense.
I guess.
♪ Oh ♪
♪ I feel so low ♪
♪ As I talk ♪
♪ A year ago ♪
♪ What is love ♪
♪ I let it in ♪
So is it just me
or do you feel this connection between us?
What do you mean?
- I don't know. - It just feels special.
Yeah, sure, like...
So will you marry me?
No.
Fuck.
I don't know if I believe in marriage.
You know?
I don't know.
I really don't.
♪ From ♪
♪ Sun shadows ♪
♪ Cast in lights so bright ♪
♪ For all darkness inside ♪
So did you live by yourself
or with your family or what?
No, I live with my father.
Are you a daddy's girl?
Not at all.
I mean, it's kinda complicated really.
Are your parents split up?
No.
My mother passed a few years back.
Oh fuck, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Do you mind if I ask what happened?
No.
She passed from a really serious illness.
It was really hard on our family.
We couldn't really do anything about it.
She was really helpless
and just kinda withered away.
All we could do was tell her
that we loved her.
Anyways, it brought our family
really, really close together
and kinda stayed
with each other in her honor
and really supported each other the next few years.
Still do.
It's just me, my brothers and my father.
Where are you brothers?
My older brother is married
and on the countryside of England
and my younger brother decorates churches.
What?
That's awesome.
I never thought about that.
That someone does that.
Yeah.
You kinda take it for granted
that a church looks like a church.
Yeah.
He's a real artist in his own.
I've seen him take some really beat up churches
and bring so much color and light and life into them.
Wow.
Do you have anywhere to be tonight?
Not until like seven.
Later.
Can I show you something else?
Yeah.
♪ Sun shadows ♪
♪ Cast in light so bright ♪
♪ There are no canvases left ♪
Oh my god!
What are you doing?
Tempting fate.
Oh my god!
Please get down.
Look, this is really making...
It's like the vertigo thing,
where you're standing on the edge.
Oh my god, you're freaking me our right now.
Can you please get down?
It's fine.
I do this all the time.
You do what all the time?
This is crazy.
This is extreme.
Please get down.
It's cool, I'm a professional.
Oh my god.
This is actually really freaking me out.
I can't even look at you right now.
Seriously, can you please get down?
Okay.
Get down! Just get down!
I'm sorry.
That was not okay.
Why?
Why do yo do that?
What do you mean, why?
Because I don't wanna be afraid.
So you walk on ledges?
Yeah.
It's like,
I don't know, conquering fear.
We spend so much of our time fearing the unknown
and fear death
and I don't wanna live like that.
I just look at everyone around me
and myself, even,
and we live in so much fear of the unknown
and death.
It's so limiting to be afraid
of the only thing that we have any certainty of.
Like we're going to do. We know that.
We should take comfort in it.
But instead we just spend our whole lives
trying to avoid something that we know, beyond a doubt,
is inevitable
and don't do the things we want to
and don't feel the things we want to
because we're afraid.
I don't wanna live like that.
So you walk on ledges?
I don't know what walking on ledges
has to do with dear and death.
Because it's putting myself in a situation
where I could die and proving that it's okay
and that I don't wanna die
because if I did, I would've jumped.
What's wrong with being scared of death?
It's subconsciously something that we all fear in a way.
And maybe we shouldn't but we do
because we know our time is limited.
Like when my mom passed away,
watching her go through that pain and slowly like,
it's just, I don't know.
Shit, I'm sorry.
I'm not trying to trivialize what happened to your mom.
I can't even imagine.
I just,
I guess I just mean that if it weren't that,
something would've taken her.
You know?
I don't know.
It's like what does it matter
if it's now or in 80 years?
Maybe it's different for you.
I don't really understand.
If you value life,
wouldn't you want to spend your time living
instead of-
Well, I do,
but I can't value it when I'm afraid of it.
That's the point, I can't-
Are you afraid?
Always.
Whoa - Hey!
Don't do that.
It's funny when I do it,
but I'm a fucking idiot.
No one cares about me.
Don't.
Whoa!
Oh my god!
Hey!
Look.
Get down! Get down!
All right?
You're right.
I can't be responsible for this.
It's tempting fate.
Seriously, get down.
Please.
See, that's what I mean. Come on.
But this is your way of not being afraid.
So I want to experience that
and see what you're talking about.
Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
I'll get down. I'll get down.
We can't both be crazy.
That's just dangerous.
That was fun.
I see exactly what you mean now.
It all makes sense.
The whole thing?
Everything makes sense now.
Oh my god, I'm having an epiphany.
This is amazing.
I feel alive when I watch sunsets
and stars.
It's all a part of life.
It's all a part of the universe.
The fact that we're sitting here, breathing and talking.
I don't know.
I like to think of it as the universe experiencing itself.
I think that's God.
I mean, what is God if you strip it
of this human figure that we always wanna give it.
Like it's our father
or this guy that's judging us and watching us.
I don't think it has a mind like that.
I don't think it has a mind the way that we do.
It just is and it's a force
that creates and destroys and it just is.
I don't know.
It doesn't judge us.
I feel like so much of the fear of death
is bred by religion
and this idea that we're being judged
for what we do in this lifetime.
That there's some wrong way to experience,
for God to experience itself.
Like you said.
It's almost like it's all the same message,
it's just being delivered in different ways.
Maybe I agree with you and maybe I see it like that too
but there are people that don't
and I've learned that people, humans, need
something to have faith in.
I just take it as it's none of my business.
It's just their path that they need to go,
that they need to experience.
I take it as like,
we should stop looking at
humans as separate from each other.
Race, religion.
Black, white.
We are one race.
We are the human race.
And the fact that people divide themselves by religion
makes absolutely no sense to me.
Why can't we just believe in ourselves
instead of handing over the power of God
and the responsibility for all of this,
for the good things and the bad things,
we hand responsibility over to this external figure.
I still think God is nature.
God is nature.
And we are nature.
And we are God.
Maybe that's why the world needs us, you know?
Maybe it's not a coincidence they we're sitting here
talking about life and people and love and humans.
If we can get other people to believe
in one race, the human race,
and realize that,
it would solve everything.
It would solve so many things.
Everything is hurting right now.
That's why it's so hard, you know?
Because it's like I want...
I do love everyone,
but it's hard to,
to watch people hate each other
and think they hate each other
and feel so far away when we're so close.
Like we could never be alone no matter how hard we try,
yet almost everyone feels alone.
I think that's what it is.
At the end if the day,
no one wants to feel alone.
But in a strange way you can't feel connection,
you can't feel companionship unless you are separate.
Maybe that's why,
that's why God separated itself so that it could
fall in love.
Makes a lot of sense.
I'm still figuring it out.
So it's like there literally is
this physical center in your brain
that subconsciously notices
these tiny facial ticks
or just the way your tense your muscles
or don't tense your muscles
and that travels into this other part of your brain
and causes like a,
it's like imitation.
It just makes you feel,
creating yourself the emotions
that you recognize based on
how other people are holding themselves.
- That's so crazy. - That's what empathy is.
Or scientifically, I guess.
That's so crazy.
You're seeing what you're feeling
or what you wanna feel.
Where did you get this from?
I don't get it.
Is it scientifically proven or something?
Yeah, I mean there's all these scientists
are researching.
That's so crazy.
Proven all these really ethereal new age concepts
through science.
So there's something in your brain-
I mean, it's like a reflection.
You're seeing yourself reflected
in the physical continence of other people
and then, in turn, you're reflected back at them
by feeling... Whoa.
What you think they must be feeling
based on the way they're holding themselves.
So your brain is releasing-
Yeah, you release the appropriate chemicals.
Wow, that's crazy.
Today has been such a strange day.
"The strangest of days."
The city is in quite a mood.
And aren't we all
in a mood today?
The clouds are in a mood,
the sun is in a mood.
What kind of mood are you in?
I feel like everything is hazy.
Like I'm going about life in reality,
but I feel like I'm walking in a dream right now.
Yeah, I know the feeling.
Maybe we are dreaming.
I don't know, I'm starving.
All right, we can eat
and then I'm gonna show you something really beautiful
and disgusting and you're gonna love it.
Delicious.
Ah, this looks so good.
Mmm.
My first LA pizza.
So what part of town is it?
It is the arts district, I guess.
So far this is one of my favorite parts.
Yeah, it's pretty neat down here.
Yeah, you can definitely
feel the art vibe.
There's graffiti everywhere in art.
Wish I could afford to live here.
You what?
I said I wish I could afford to live here.
I might not have hated LA so much
had I lived somewhere like this.
My god, that kid is the cutest thing.
Wearing a leather jacket
and drop crotch pants.
Swooping bangs.
Very art district.
It's funny how some little kids are very much little kids
and you can kind of imagine,
oh they're gonna grow up into this kind of person.
Then some little kids are just like,
they are already the person that they are going to be.
Yeah.
They've already embodied who they are.
I think I was kinda like that as a kid.
Yeah, I think I was too.
Sometimes I feel like I've changed a lot,
but I don't really know.
Yeah.
How much I've actually changed.
It might just be an illusion.
So you really don't think I'm strange?
No more than anyone else.
You're artistic.
But not tormented.
That's really cool.
Yeah.
I respect that.
Thanks.
God, I love this neighborhood so much.
Charlie Chaplin filmed a bunch of "Modern Times" over here.
Really?
Oh god, it's so great.
I feel like the Tramp today.
And you are my gamin.
What's a gamin?
Is that a compliment?
It's totally a compliment.
You'd understand if you saw it.
Chaplin, huh?
The Chaplin,
he's like,
He's amazing.
♪ One thing's for sure ♪
♪ You're the one that I adore ♪
♪ All I want is to see your ♪
♪ Pretty face when I open the door ♪
♪ You're the one I've been waiting for ♪
♪ Come here, my dear ♪
♪ Have no fear, we'll persevere ♪
♪ Come here, my dear ♪
♪ Have no fear, we'll persevere ♪
I'm lost in LA.
I'm gonna be lost in New York.
Good.
Be lost everywhere you go.
Once you find it, then the journey's over.
♪ You're the one I want most ♪
♪ You're the one I need most ♪
♪ Come here, my dear ♪
♪ Have no fear, we'll persevere ♪
♪ Come here, my dear ♪
♪ Have no fear, we'll persevere ♪
Whoa.
What is this?
It's an aqueduct.
Basically LA is like a desert, right?
So they have to take all the water from up north
and funnel it down into the city
through this river.
Yeah, your description of it is definitely right.
It's definitely disgusting.
It's like a concrete river.
In a concrete jungle.
Wow.
I found like 200 bucks over there once.
No way, really?
Yeah.
That's a lot of money.
Yeah, I know.
I felt kinda weird about taking it,
but there was no one around
and I just told myself it was from a drug deal or something.
What'd you do with it?
I don't know.
Nothing that amazing, I don't think.
I bought a bunch of ramen or something.
Come on.
What is that thing, really?
I told you, right?
It's about the death of a relationship.
Yeah, but what is your specific reasoning for having it?
I don't know.
Because I don't know how to deal with these feelings.
I guess I thought if I could express them
and share them with people,
it would make more sense.
How long has it been?
A year and a half.
So you've been carrying this play around
for a year and a half of your life,
writing and rewriting, writing and rewriting
this one experience of your life.
Do you realize what you're doing?
Do you realize you're holding on
to a bag of negativity and walking around with it
for the past year and a half?
I mean, it's also a play.
You know?
I think if I could share it with people
it might make more sense.
You can't share it if your don't finish it
and the problem is you're not able to finish it.
And of course you can share things with people,
but why don't you write something new
or give yourself a chance to experience other things?
- You'd be so much happier. - I don't have
anything else.
That's just it.
You're comfortable.
It's almost like you crave this
because you have something.
It's like a box you're just putting all your emotions
and your thoughts into it.
Fuck.
I like to change things in life.
If I'm doing something and I've been trying it for awhile
and it's just not working,
it's probably because you're just doing the same thing
over and over,
so you have to
almost like shock your reality.
You've got to let it go.
You've got to change the course
of how things have been going.
Obviously you are not happy.
But how?
Can I see it?
You wanna let it go?
Yeah.
I want you to go to New York and write 10 new plays
and not be holding on to this negativity.
Now you can let it go.
Fuck.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
Are you really upset?
I just,
I just thought you wanted to really let it go.
I'm sorry.
I feel really bad.
Maybe that was pushing it too far.
I didn't think that you would get this upset.
Are you angry?
I've never met anyone like you.
I'm sorry.
I really didn't mean to upset you.
I just wanted to help you be free.
Oh man, it's so dark out already.
What time is it?
I don't know.
It's probably like five.
Oh man, yeah, I gotta go.
Yeah, I should get going.
Okay.
Should I walk you to the bus stop?
No, it's okay.
It's really close.
I'll be okay.
Um,
I just want to thank you for everything.
Thank you for showing me around.
I couldn't have asked for a better first day.
And good luck
with New York, with life,
with you're writing, with everything.
Here.
Keep one.
Thanks.
Bye.
♪ These butterflies are strange ♪
♪ Like the woman shoulda loved ♪
♪ As a sickness ♪
♪ Message ♪
♪ You swore it was true ♪
♪ You said she'd get over you ♪
♪ You get away, get away ♪
♪ With mine out in the third ♪
♪ While I sang the first of the last ♪
♪ Voice you'd ever hear ♪
♪ From the mouths of babes ♪
♪ You swore the truth ♪
♪ This is where I get off ♪
♪ And I get off ♪
♪ My name, my name ♪
♪ My name is Scott Free ♪
♪ As my sun falls down ♪
♪ It's probably the child of good love ♪
♪ There are methods and procedures ♪
♪ And regulations ♪
♪ You said she got away ♪
♪ You get away, get away ♪
♪ Your false ♪
♪ ID ♪
♪ Looks nothing like me ♪
♪ As my wallet ♪
♪ Rehearsed the verdict ♪
♪ I was burnt ♪
♪ Tragically ♪
♪ This is where I get off ♪
♪ I get off ♪
♪ My name, my name ♪
♪ My name. ♪
♪ This is where I get off ♪
♪ I get off ♪
♪ My name, my name ♪
♪ My name ♪
♪ This is where I get off ♪
♪ This is where ♪
♪ This is where I get off ♪
♪ This is where ♪
♪ I get off ♪
♪ My name, my name ♪
♪ My name ♪
♪ This is where I ♪
♪ This is where I get off ♪
♪ This is where I ♪
♪ This is where I get off ♪
♪ This is where ♪
♪ I get off ♪
♪ My name, my name ♪
♪ My name's ♪
♪ Scott Free ♪