If you're gonna look at me like I'm an ass,
just feed me a carrot.
You're lucky I don't have my riding crop.
Am I?
Are you prepared?
Yeah, I'm good.
He has to like you, okay?
Everybody likes me, Dylan.
Okay, well, just make sure to bring up the painting
at some point tonight.
Hmm. Yeah.
Thank you so much for arranging this.
It's my pleasure.
- Yeah. - Please.
Grazie.
- Thank you. - Thank you, please.
Shh, shh, shh.
This synth, man.
This synth, it tickles me.
Yeah. I feel it.
Yeah, you know, it's the Juno.
It's all over Bananafishbones.
Of course, the Cure.
Yeah, come here.
Yeah!
Come here, come here, come here.
Yes.
- Yeah, of course. - Of course.
-Dylan, by the way. -Dylan, Milo.
Good to meet you, man.
-Yeah, me too. -Glad this worked out.
Me too.
Thanks for doing this interview.
Oh, man pleasure.
Dazed Magazine.
Very special place in my heart.
I see you, uh, you brought a little sous-chef.
Oh.
Lucy, my girlfriend slash third eye.
Hi.
A la grande.
Oh, grazie.
Oh, straight to it.
-Yeah. -Straight to it.
How do you want to be shot without asking?
You can shoot me all day long.
Bulletproof.
Okay, just a few more.
Do you care what people really think of you?
Yeah, man. Don't you?
Well, I guess it depends who it is.
And what are they looking at? Me or their image of me?
Hearts to Cure.
Your third album.
Tell me about it.
Am I making you nervous?
Are you happy with it?
Yeah, man. Are you?
Huh? Do you like it?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Yeah, man. Best yet.
It's um, you know, it's about the in-between, the liminal.
You know, when you're in transition between two states
of being after something ends unexpectedly.
You've got to pull that shit in and embrace it.
I like working with artists.
Peter Green's band had grit, but they did not have the...
-Heart, man. -Yes.
Like, fine, you're a fucking genius,
-but like-- -Make me feel something.
- Yes. - He knows that.
He knows what I'm talking about.
Jesus.
Get a room or something.
- Fucking, yeah. - Milo?
Yeah?
Excuse me, I'm-- I'm sorry for interrupting.
I'm a-- I'm a huge fan.
I never, ever usually do this, but can I, yeah...
Can I ask for your autograph, please?
Us...
Please?
Have you got something?
Yeah.
Um, maybe, maybe, here.
I-- I'm not, I'm not gonna...
You see?
You want me to fucking do this?
No.
Oh my God, I'm so-- I'm so sorry.
I really didn't want.
Okay.
I'm Francesca.
In your fucking face.
Oh, I hate this term.
You know, art is art.
Life is performance.
Hmm.
At least you have the courage to live it out on stage, right?
Firemen are courageous.
Francesca likes wigs.
Francesca also likes firemen.
-Does she? -Oh yeah, she does.
No, it's true, it's brave what she does, performing, it is.
You know, I find my freedom in the realms of eccentricity.
And I'm also a sculptor.
Yeah.
I couldn't fucking do it.
Well, baby, your business won't tolerate a poet.
That's not what I meant.
The feeling comes through.
-Always. -Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Well, not like before.
Before what?
Before they got their hooks in him.
I'm sitting right here.
You know you can do better.
See, this is why I love her.
Because she fucking brings me down to earth.
You can't buy a painting like that
and expect people to not talk about it.
Baby, I have fucking talked it to death now.
Well, you're gonna talk more.
I will, I will say something.
I think that,
I think a conversation piece, it--
you know, it warrants a conversation, you know?
Hmm.
So, say something about it.
Who said that?
What?
Who said that?
Me.
She did.
Wow, that's-- it's a good one.
Thank you.
I would really love to like, get a nice um, like,
photo portrait of you guys in front of the painting.
Oh, fuck.
-You should-- -If I could at any point.
They should.
You guys should come to Francesca's country house
this weekend.
Oh, no.
Yeah, that would be, that would be great.
-Yeah, they should. -I can't.
I thought it's your son's birthday this weekend.
Oh, but he's seeing his mom.
I'm seeing him, just me, next weekend.
You should come, come.
-That would be so fun. -I think it would be great.
-I think, yeah. -Done!
Okay.
I'm gonna call you tomorrow.
Where are you staying?
Hotel De Russie.
-Oh. -De Russie.
We just walked past it.
Did we?
Fucking Dazed must be doing well, man.
Indeed.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Okay, I'm calling you tomorrow.
Buzz us.
-Ciao. -Okay, ciao.
Ciao, ciao.
How long do I have to stay in character?
Just go with the flow.
I need you to study your backstory for Lucy.
Yeah?
Are you saying I don't get a break?
No.
They're gonna ask us questions when we get there.
Lucy's favorite color is pink.
It's all in the details, babe.
You really went to some effort.
What is your real name?
If I tell you, I have to kill you.
Henry.
And why are you doing this again?
Because I need the money.
That's all you need to know.
And so do you.
This is gonna change your life.
This guy is barely gonna feel it.
I know. I'm just like, I've stolen shit before,
but I've never stolen something this expensive.
Like, it's kind of terrifying.
Anna, what do you have besides the clothes on your back?
Exactly.
You told me that you don't want to ever feel
what it's like to be poor again.
So, this is gonna give you the freedom to study your craft.
Go on auditions.
Be the actress that you were born to be.
Hmm.
Lucy's a role of a lifetime.
One of many to come for you.
Once we have the money, you can be whoever you want to be.
Unless we get caught.
Wooo!
Here we stop, ladies.
Just uh-- Hey.
Oh.
Yeah, man, I wrote the whole album here.
- No way. - Yeah.
It's amazing.
I'm-- I'm sorry.
You said this was a country home.
This is like a...
It's gaudy.
I mean, it's nothing I've ever really seen before.
Come on, it's whatever.
Holy shit.
Wow.
This is beautiful.
Is it safe?
What kind of uh, security system do you guys got
in this place?
- We're good. We're good. - Haha. You sure?
We're good here, we're good here, yeah.
Okay.
Unless you're gonna fucking cut me up into little pieces.
- Wow. - Oh my God.
Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?
Don't touch that.
-Hm. -Put this down.
Piece of shit.
You're touching it.
Oh, you like it?
I made it.
- Really? - Yeah.
- You made that? - Yeah.
It's beautiful.
It's amazing.
Well, maybe you should shoot me with some of my work, too.
No, no, no.
So, uh, what is the um,
like the history of this place?
Well, my father's Bulgarian.
My mother's Italian.
He gave her this palazzo as a consolation for leaving her.
And here are your audio guides
for this illustrious private tour.
Press one for English, two for French.
Stop it, Milo!
The palazzo is built in the 16th century.
The ceiling is very high because the people were very tall,
22 feet.
And this room, it is so big for a very important cause.
Oh my God.
Roller skating!
Roller skating?
-Roller skating! -Roller skating!
Let's go, please, let's go.
So, uh, you were saying, you picked it up where again?
- At an antique market in? - Antwerp.
Antwerp. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
I thought it was worth shit.
That was-- that was my present.
I thought it was worth shit. I loved it.
And so, that's why you gave it to me.
I loved it. But it turns out--
I'm hurt.
It turns out there's a fucking--
Oh my gosh, I'm heartbroken right now.
It's an early 20th century master hiding in plain sight.
Well, you have great taste.
- Yeah. - Oh.
The um, the unicorn is being domesticated
by this unknown presence.
Like it's trying to contain its magic.
That's why it's sad and trapped.
It's like the fucking chair is choking it.
- Oh, no. - Interesting.
Yeah, you know, only-- only a true,
only a true pure soul can see a unicorn.
Like me.
You know, in some ways it's kind of like there's this desire
to be free, but then on the other hand,
it's as if it's choosing to sit on the chair.
Maybe.
Do you?
As if by choice or something.
Mmm.
Cheers. It's a great piece.
-Dude, how are we gonna do this? -What are you talking about?
In the middle of the night, when they're drunk,
it'll be fine.
-We'll run off. -I don't know.
I really think that they're gonna find out.
I really think they're gonna know.
-No. What are you talking about? -They're acting weird.
-No, they're not. -I've already slipped up.
I really...
Everything is-- everything is cool, okay?
Just relax.
Stick to the plan.
They don't know us.
They know Dylan and Lucy.
Remember?
Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Chop, chop, chop, chop.
Yeah.
It's me.
Did you send the gift to my son?
Okay, I'm with friends for the weekend,
so just make sure it gets there, okay?
Simple and...
Okay.
Bye, bye, bye, bye.
Yes!
Why don't you choke yourself with the balloon?
Why don't you just like--
Why don't you choke yourself with a fucking balloon?
Yeah, this is gonna be great for the story, man.
You haven't eaten in days.
Aaah!
Oow!
Like you're like at a six, I want like a ten.
Like a...
Aaaah!
How is it going?
-It's good. -We're growling.
Come here, you're doing good, too.
Come here.
Mm. Yes, there she is.
Okay.
It's your favorite.
It's yours.
Wait, where are you?
I don't want to do that.
Milo!
Why?
Stop!
This is over.
Fuck off.
Okay, she's going.
Chase the banshee!
Okay.
Chase the fucking...
So, you've seen the devil then?
- I've seen him. - Hmm.
What does he look like?
The devil shows a different face to everyone.
What face did you see?
Emilio Nicholson.
Let's eat.
He just won't stop talking.
Emilio, the music manager, right?
Yeah, man.
Lied to anyone who trusted him.
Stole from anyone who loved him.
Taught me everything I know.
And you work together?
What kind of journalist are you?
Hm?
What do you mean?
It's his father.
You don't know that?
I am Emilio Nicholson Jr., man.
Hey, you're Milo Nicks.
How long have you guys been a couple?
Mmm.
Oh, us?
-Feels like forever. -Mm-hmm.
Really long time.
Mm.
- Oh. - How about you guys?
How long have you been?
I have no concept of time or space.
We've always had this organic, fluid kind of love.
You know, different parameters, different times.
It can't be an easy arrangement for either party.
Someone always gets hurt.
What about the others then?
They know the deal.
I mean, someone always must want more.
I'm number one.
Always.
Yeah, I always thought when I got older
I'd retire from my sexuality.
You know, settle into some dignity.
But alas!
Ah!
Excuse me.
Shit.
Fuck!
I'm good.
Oh, hey, man.
Hey.
- Yeah. - Oh, shit.
- It's a mess. - Shit.
Okay, come sit.
Look at that.
Yeah.
You good?
Yeah.
You sure?
Thanks.
Hey.
Can I join you?
Yeah.
Blood on your hands.
It's not mine.
Dylan's?
Hmm.
Yeah, he's a bit of a bleeder.
It's annoying.
He's a writer.
Thin skin.
Hmm.
How'd you guys meet?
Um...
We met in a...
...airport.
In Istanbul.
He was doing a um, a job story there.
It was love at first sight.
He's a good guy.
I can tell.
Yeah.
He's great.
And what about you?
Francesca always been number one?
Hmm.
Someone else?
Tell me.
It's weird.
You actually remind me of her.
Me?
Yeah, she was fun.
But she hurt me.
Hmm.
Typical, right?
Give me that.
Breathe in.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh.
-Hello. -Ah, sorry.
Yeah, please knock.
Sorry, hey, uh, not looking.
Dude!
Just wanna know, what happened with Milo?
Uh...
You actually remind me of her.
I did what you said.
He didn't really say much.
Okay. Okay.
Thanks.
I don't think they're fucking though.
Maybe, but there must be something else.
Like he's awkward with her.
You know?
So, what are you saying?
You don't want them here now?
No. That's not what I'm saying.
I'm just saying that you should think--
I need this profile.
Yeah?
I'm not like you, I actually have something for press.
So, then you'll get it.
You always get what you want.
No, we could just share the bed.
I'm not sharing a bed with you.
I'm not gonna come near you, I'm gonna be right here.
Why can't you have the floor?
It's gonna be-- it's gonna be fine.
Fine, you just have to be on top of the sheets, okay?
What is this?
It's my lion.
I told you not to steal anything.
Why do you put this in there?
Because I wanted it. They don't need it.
No, no touching.
Wow.
- Hey. - Hm?
Check it out.
You know, there are a lot of things in here
that we could take.
And then we don't need to do the painting.
I just feel like it's gonna be really hard to get.
If it's like in the living room in front of everyone.
That's what we're doing.
It's a unicorn.
It's not just a unicorn.
It was painted by someone special.
Baby, people need to see what you're capable of.
-No? -No.
-Yes. -No.
-Yes. -No, Milo, I'm not ready.
I know so many people who want to see what you're doing, baby.
You are ready.
I'm not like you.
You're just scared, that's it.
Maybe I am.
You're so fucking talented.
You're not even listening to me.
You're so fucking talented, baby.
I love you. I want to give you a platform.
Let me give you that platform, baby.
You need it. I can give it to you.
-Let me. -You're kind of stinky, honey.
Baby, what?
Go and take shower.
Okay, you coming with me?
Coming with me?
Go.
Oh.
Mm.
Hm.
I'm not-- I can't do this. I'm not doing this.
-What are you talking about? -I'm not doing this.
-Why? -This is crazy.
-I'm gonna get caught. -No, you're not.
-Trust me. -Yes, we are.
Trust you? I don't even know you.
-How am I supposed to do that? -We've made it this far.
I--
-What? -I don't know.
I just, I feel like they're really nice people
and I feel bad.
Come on.
Are you kidding?
-No. -They're not nice people.
Okay, I'll give you 10 more.
Then I'll make it 20.
-Really? -Yeah.
Deal?
Fine. Okay, yes.
Okay.
Let's go.
Get down.
Man, I was spinning all night, man.
Crazy dreams.
Seeing ghosts.
Ghosts?
Yeah, man.
Just a girl.
Who was the girl?
I think it was...
A little bit you.
Hey, night time visit?
Uh.
Just sleepwalking, I guess.
I don't think so.
Here.
-Bonjourno. -Bonjourno.
- Okay. - Grazie.
What happened to her?
Well, brother, she jumped out a window
is what happened to her.
She was crazy, man.
Unhinged.
I gave her my heart, but she just wanted more,
so I had to pull up the stakes.
Here, smell that heaven.
Just take it.
Grazie.
I mean, this is off the record.
You know, she's the one who left.
I've still got to live in the world.
No more paying for Electra.
Shit, I'm so sorry.
The fuck?
It's fine, man.
We'll get another.
If you want move out this grief,
listen to the various and the kind...
Thank you.
"These are the forgeries of jealousy.
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
met we on a hill,
in dale, forest, or mead, by paved--"
"By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea."
I'm so sorry.
Um.
Yeah, I shouldn't really, um, be on your table.
But I didn't know that anyone was gonna be up.
It was beautiful.
Thanks.
Just messing around.
That stage is all yours, if you want to...
The girls in training are forming an act to be called
the Flying Vienna.
One step, two steps.
Oh, funny.
Hey, hey.
Francesca, telephone, telephone, telephone.
Milo!
Something for you.
What did you got me?
Fucking.
I told Jessica to send this to the Florence palazzo.
-Fuck! Calm down. -Amore.
We'll get--
No, no, baby, it's too late.
It had to be today, yesterday, whatever fucking day it is.
I told her to send it to my house.
You should have said Kathrine's house.
No! It's my house, baby.
-It's my house. -This is your house.
She just lives in it.
With everything else that's mine.
Fuck!
Yeah, it's me.
I don't want to hear that, Jessica.
You know how important this was.
What?
What do you mean?
She's suing me for full fucking custody.
She's a fucking show pony, man.
Traumatized fucking show pony.
It's-- it's damage.
Mm-hmm.
It's chaotic.
How do they fucking find me, man?
Every time, it's like it's the same woman, different faces.
Yeah.
Maybe it's me.
My mom always said you have to do the things
you don't like to do to grow.
To face yourself.
The real you.
Are you the real you, Dylan?
I don't know.
Am I?
No, no.
- Ciao. - Ciao.
Hm.
Oh, shit.
I'm so sorry.
-Uh, I'm gonna go find Lucy. -What are you doing here?
Just details for the story.
You're a sneaky one, aren't you?
And you're not?
Me?
What's that supposed to mean?
Your relationship.
It has secrets, no?
That's what makes it fun.
No?
What is it to you?
All the other women that he sees?
That doesn't bother you at all?
I don't care.
Oh, okay.
Do you?
What about them?
-Hm? -Do you think that they care?
-What are you doing? -Hands behind your head.
-No, no. -Hands behind your head.
Okay.
Good.
Don't move.
I said don't move!
Here you go.
What's this?
The skin of your prey.
No, I'm not gonna wear that.
Put it on.
No.
Put it on.
No, he's gonna be mad.
You're hunting, right?
So, wear this pelt now.
Hot.
Why are you wearing Milo's clothes?
They like to play games.
It's all a bit put on, no?
No.
I mean, I find her interesting.
Rich and bored is more like it.
It's not the worst life.
Listen.
I want you to get close to her, but not too close, okay?
Why?
It just complicates things if she likes you.
That makes no sense.
It would help.
Let's just keep it between Milo and I, okay?
He hasn't told me yet.
Told you?
What?
It's just between us.
Whatever.
I don't even know when I'm acting
and when I'm not at this fucking point, so.
Just play their game, okay?
You don't have to worry about anything else.
We'll try again tonight.
♪ There's no escape
Hey, man.
Nice tune.
Oh, no, I don't smoke.
So, Istanbul.
What about it?
Where you and Lucy met.
Oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
At a-- at a bar.
A bar? She said the airport.
Did she?
Why do you do it?
To connect to my intuition,
which I lost as I was a teenager.
Hm.
Yeah, I have a hard time trusting my gut now.
So, what is your gut telling you now?
Um...
I really feel like you should show your art.
I work in disguise,
so I don't have to go through the humiliation
of being on stage and actually being myself.
Hm.
I fucking...
I knew you had a sister, man. I could tell.
Girls like you, don't they?
No.
But they like you, though.
No, man.
They like Milo.
Milo.
They don't know me.
Why don't you show 'em Emilio sometime?
I bet you'd be surprised.
Maybe.
Anyway, it's all fun and games
till someone jumps out a window, right?
Hey, hey, hey.
You good?
I think I need to, uh...
I think I need to lie down.
Your, uh...
Your sister, younger sister, yeah?
Yeah.
Is she a fan?
Of course.
Yeah.
Well, let's call her tomorrow, man.
She'll like that.
Yeah.
What's wrong?
Hey, what's wrong?
Oh my God, do they know?
In a few minute.
I'm really confused.
Oh God.
- Hey. - Fuck.
Okay.
She was in love with Milo.
And...
He promised her everything.
Everything.
He made her feel special,
and then he just took it all away
and he disappeared.
And she completely fucked up her life.
She turned to drugs and just lost herself.
And we weren't there.
My family, we didn't know.
Who?
My little sister, Electra.
He wants to be with both of us.
That's bullshit.
Electra, you need to leave him.
You need to leave him.
It's hard.
I asked if she knows about me, and he was like...
What? Yeah, of course she knows.
We have an open relationship.
Open relationship.
I don't believe you.
I'm gonna talk to her.
I'm gonna tell her.
- Oh my. - No, stay out of my business.
No, Electra.
Just fucking stay out of my business.
Your business?
Your business?!
Hey.
You were having a nightmare.
You good?
Yeah, yeah.
Don't be sad.
Don't be forlorn.
The friendliest friend is the unicorn.
She wants you to close your eyes and to sleep.
To pray to God, your soul to keep.
Asuncion likes to play shots.
He's got this great jump smash, cross-court particularly.
He loves to play it when he can.
It's a good weapon.
He's moving Asuncion around the court really well
at the moment.
That seems to be causing a few issues.
Had to be very pleased with this start.
He looks-- can't get point yet, he's struggling.
The problem that they also have in the United States is
they only have five players.
So, there will be some exhaustion, there's no doubt.
I'm not used to this kind of intense...
play.
Well, the norm for an actor is not somebody else's norm.
It's not some image that's given to you
of a glamorous person, and you want to be them.
Because the moment you want to be like somebody else,
you will sacrifice one of the greatest gifts
that a man inherits.
And that is being himself.
Do you feel it?
Good.
How do you feel?
Big.
No more Lucy.
Lucy died today.
You're Gaia.
Gaia, the mother of Uranus.
The ruler of the planets.
Show me how it makes you feel.
No, Lucy.
Look at me.
This arm goes up, up, up, up.
The other one, higher.
Create a straight line there.
From the sky to the deep, deep, deep ground.
Nope. Up, up, up.
Nope, nope, nope.
Straight.
Concentrate.
Stop thinking.
Stop thinking?
Stop thinking.
Breathe!
Deep.
-Deeper. -Oh my God, I'm sorry,
I don't want to do this.
-You can do it. -I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do it.
You want to be an actress, right?
Be a fucking actress.
Concentrate.
Think.
Think death.
And sex.
The beginning of it all was Eros and Thanatos.
Down, down, down, down, down, down.
Down. No!
And up, up, up.
No, seriously, stop.
Hey.
That's not...
Not very nice.
I made this.
Shh, man, your sister.
I haven't forgotten her. We'll call her.
-Remind me. -Yeah, yeah, cool.
Thank you.
How old is she?
Uh, she was young.
Was?
When she uh, got into you.
Yeah. See?
This is what I'm saying, man.
I appreciate her, but
why am I still just a sound for the fucking kids, man?
People evolve, music evolves.
I want my Gimme Some Truth moment.
You want to be a part of the conversation.
No, man, I want to be the conversation.
Uh, it takes time, man.
It takes time, is it?
Yeah, takes time.
Oh, shit.
What's that?
What are you doing, man? What are you fucking--
Get the fuck off.
Get the fuck off me.
My fucking neck.
-Fucking-- -I was just messing around.
Whatever, man.
So, Dylan.
Why don't you tell us about some of the stories you write?
Yeah.
Well, I usually do profile pieces.
Uh, the last one I did was Head of State.
Hmm.
It's just funny,
'cause I spoke to my office today.
Did they solve the giraffe gift?
Hmm.
But now we've got a new mystery, baby.
Something you want to tell me, man?
Huh?
He doesn't work for Dazed.
- Huh? - No.
No.
No, no, I-- I-- I do.
-I mean, I-- I will. -Okay, slowly.
In a clear voice.
Tell me the truth.
Maybe I should have said something before.
But if I did, then I wouldn't have gotten
my foot in the door and--
I like you, man, but I know you're lying.
Uh.
I have-- I have an appointment.
Uh, okay.
There's no appointment, but it's a meeting to, to pitch.
So, nothing.
You have nothing.
You knew?
- Hmm? - You knew?
No, I actually--
No, I didn't know that.
I'm sorry.
This is just not how I wanted things to go.
Ah.
Look, look.
I care about this story, man.
That's why I'm here.
Stop.
I don't want to hear about your personal shit.
I know you're trying to get ahead, man.
I respect that.
I want you to write the piece.
I want you to write it your way.
So, you can stay.
Ask me questions, whatever.
But no more lies, okay?
I can't have it.
Yeah, thanks.
I appreciate that.
You know, it's um, getting messy in here.
Maybe.
-We have to do it tonight. -Please, just leave it.
No.
You're not letting him stay, right?
He's been honest now.
Oh my God.
I still think he can write something, baby.
I do.
Trust me.
Yeah, I trust you.
-Trust me. -Mm-hmm.
Trust me, baby.
- He knows it. - No, he doesn't.
We have to go. He knows.
-Please. -It doesn't matter, okay?
He doesn't know everything.
He doesn't know that I'm Electra's brother.
You also don't know
that he's the reason she killed herself, Dylan.
He was with her for two years and he never told her anything
about Francesca.
Hey!
Okay.
All right.
Are we ready for a special dessert?
Hm?
Babe.
What you see now is 200 micrograms of LSD.
That's the full dose to send a normal adult
on an 8-to-12-hour trip.
There are some people who think that LSD is the greatest gift
to mankind since 2D, 3D ice cream.
But there are many others who feel that LSD is bad news.
Come on, brother.
Come with us.
Come on.
Come with us.
Tongue out.
And you kiss him now.
-Come on, guys. Kiss. -Go on.
Kiss.
She's dreaming.
It could be a great experience and a great adventure, if,
if you're really in the right frame of mind.
I've got news for you.
It would take more than LSD for me to understand
what's wrong with the whole world.
Can you stay with me?
You're not taking me seriously.
No, I need to go.
I need to go.
So real. Oh my God.
It felt so real.
I'm so sorry.
I'm just-- I'm gonna be quiet.
Shh, shh, shh.
It's starting. It's starting.
Are you okay?
I don't think so.
I've been having these weird visions.
Me, too.
Yeah, it's like drowning in the tapestry,
and those-- there's a lot of lions
and their cubs.
I think we should do this now, 'cause they're distracted.
Absolutely not.
I'm not doing that tonight.
They're not gonna know.
No, I said this was a bad idea from the beginning.
-I'm not doing it. -Come on, we can do it.
-No, I'm not doing it tonight. -It's gonna be fine.
-If we just do it now-- -I told you I don't want to.
-Come on. Yes! -Stop!
You can have your fucking money back.
I'm not doing it.
It doesn't work like that.
Really?
So, I think I just want something else now.
You can't do that.
You can't. Hey!
Well, I can.
Lucy.
Lucy!
Get my painting from that baboon.
Fuck.
-We'll be right back. -No.
You broke the rules.
What?
Which one, baby? How?
Who is this Electra and what happened with her?
-Hmm? -What?
No. Oh, fuck.
No, baby, no.
We can't do this now.
You betrayed me.
Princess.
You kept her secret for two fucking years.
I mean, who even are you?
-Huh? -Baby, I don't know, okay?
That wasn't me.
Then who is it?
Because we operate on trust.
We operate on loyalty.
I know this.
I know.
Okay?
-I'm ashamed. -Oh my God.
You really loved her, didn't you?
I don't know.
I was struggling.
Oh my God.
Stop with the fucking excuses.
You're so fucking selfish.
Just so fucking selfish.
I can't.
-I don't want to know. -Baby, I can't.
I don't want to know!
So, who's Electra?
-Huh? -Uh-huh.
I don't know.
Yes, you know.
No. I--
I just can't believe it.
-Yes, you can. -Not at the moment, no.
I can't.
-Yes, you can! -No, you really don't get it.
I can't--
I get it, man. I get it.
There's no me.
There's two of me and they cancel each other out.
Man, I've--
I've lost with every move I've made, man, but--
but they're my moves.
What are you saying?
Huh?
I was the devil in New York, man.
I took her to the edge.
Who?
Electra.
I don't care.
I thought she was the one who destroyed everything.
No, man.
It was me.
I'm going to town.
I am sorry.
I love you.
Okay.
What's your name, man?
Huh?
My agent, my lawyer, they've checked.
There's no fucking journalist anywhere called,
"Dylan Andrews".
What's your name?
Henry.
What are you doing here, Henry?
Here's the thing, buddy.
I'm gonna take this painting,
and I'm gonna walk out of here with it.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-Okay. -Okay.
Stop. Just fucking stop.
What's going on, man?
And this isn't you, is it?
I think you're a good person.
I think that you're reprehensible.
Yeah? Oh, fuck.
Me too, man.
Me too. I accept that.
You want to tell me who the fuck you are?
Just shut the fuck up, okay?
You know nothing.
Electra was my sister.
What the fuck?
You ruined her.
Listen, man.
Listen, Electra made her choices.
She killed herself.
Did she?
'Cause I'm pretty sure that you were there the night
that she died.
No fucking way.
-No! -Yeah.
No! Don't you fucking dare.
I left. She jumped.
You admitted it.
You admitted it last night.
Why would you say that if you weren't there?
Why would you say that if you had nothing to do with it?
-Huh? -You're crazy, man.
You're crazy like she was crazy.
-I'm crazy? -She was fucking--
Crazy like she was crazy.
Yeah? You want a fucking confession?
How's that-- how's that feel?
How's that now?
Yeah?
Oh, fuck.
Are you fuck...
Fuck.
Hey.
Oh, no, no.
No, no.
Oh my God.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
You're okay. You're okay.
-What did you do? -Wait, wait, wait.
-Help! Help me! -What did you do?
Come on. Oh, shit, shit.
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
Oh, shit.
We're gonna go to jail.
Oh my God.
We have to do something.
Right now. Come on. We have to hide him.
Wait.
♪ La, la, la, la
Hey, where's Milo?
He went out.
I got him these flowers.
Did he say where?
No. He-- he didn't.
Um, okay.
I'm going to take a bath.
Milo.
What did you do?
I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry. -Please go.