[faint beeping]
‐ [screaming]
‐ Yes, push, push. That's a good push.
[soft eerie music]
‐ We're almost there.
‐ One more, one more, one more.
You can do it. ‐ I'm tired.
‐ You can do it. ‐ I can't.
‐ I'm right here. ‐ [inhales sharply]
‐ Come on, Doris. ‐ One more when you're ready.
‐ [gasping] ‐ Deep breath.
One more, you're so close Doris, one more.
‐ [groans loudly]
‐ Yes, yes, yes.
Yes. [baby cries]
It's a boy.
[baby crying]
[eerie music]
[monitor beeping]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
‐ Daddy, would you like to?
[baby crying]
[monitor beeping]
‐ Yeah, yeah.
Let's see if I remember how to do this.
Kay, ah‐‐oh.
‐ It's okay, that's supposed to happen.
[baby crying]
‐ Is he okay? ‐ Yup.
‐ He's okay?
‐ He's beautiful. ‐ He's okay.
‐ He's perfect,
‐ He's okay.
♪ ♪
Are we okay?
♪ ♪
‐ We're more than okay.
From now on, we're gonna be great.
♪ ♪
‐ I'm just gonna close my eyes.
Just for a second.
‐ Okay.
[music darkens]
♪ ♪
[breathes heavily]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[moans]
♪ ♪
[moans]
[groans]
[sighs]
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[chilling music]
♪ ♪
[chilling music]
♪ ♪
[flies buzzing]
♪ ♪
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
‐ [groans]
[soft eerie music]
‐ [muffled] How do you feel?
‐ Dead.
♪ ♪
‐ Not quite.
♪ ♪
‐ I don't understand. What are you doing here?
‐ Ursula was in town
to walk me through some offers that came in
and she... stuck around to help me.
[tense music]
‐ I want to hold him. ‐ Careful.
‐ Yes, please. Thank you.
This is the longest I've held something
that wasn't a cocktail or a grudge.
[baby fussing] ‐ Careful.
‐ There you go.
[baby cries softly]
‐ Hi.
[heart beating]
‐ Guess we better think of a name, hmm?
‐ Wait, wh‐‐
[eerie music]
What am I doing here?
No, we're not‐‐ we're not supposed to be here.
♪ ♪
We're not supposed to be here.
I'm supposed to... be in Hyannis.
You're supposed to be in New York.
‐ [clears throat]
‐ We agreed that‐‐ ‐ Hey, Alma.
Why don't you come downstairs with Auntie Ursula,
help me make a stiff drink, okay?
Come on.
‐ Listen, honey, the doctors were worried
you could develop postpartum hemorrhaging.
You need to be someplace where there's people around
and you can be watched 24 hours.
‐ No, but we‐‐
This place. We decided that‐‐
‐ Listen, in two or three weeks,
you'll be out of the woods and we can talk about
what to do next.
But right now, there's no arguing.
This is what's best for you and the baby.
♪ ♪
[baby coos]
‐ Hey.
‐ You're safe here.
We all are.
I promise.
[seagulls calling]
‐ [coughing]
[engine revs]
[coughing]
Mickey?
‐ In the flesh.
‐ Whose flesh, Mickey?
‐ Need a lift?
‐ [coughs]
‐ There we go. All right.
‐ [chuckles]
‐ Hey, give me the bag. Give me the bag.
Come on, I'm a gentleman. Come on.
‐ You look really ridiculous, Mickey.
Yeah.
There we go.
‐ [coughs]
‐ So, uh, where you headed?
Race Point. ‐ Race Point?
You're not gonna, like, walk into the surf
or something stupid like that, are you?
‐ Actually, I'm gonna paint it.
[engine revs]
[tires squeal]
‐ So what do you think?
It's the closest thing there is to the Mach 5.
‐ [coughs] Mach 5?
‐ Speed Racer's car.
This, the Ford GTL,
it's the closest real‐world equivalent to it.
I had the studio lease it for me.
Research purposes.
‐ So you got the movie.
‐ The movie? [scoffs]
The movie's just chips and salsa, baby.
The studio's planning a whole
"Speed Racer" expanded universe.
Movies, TV shows, video games,
a theme park.
And guess who they want behind the wheel.
[chuckles]
‐ Wow. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
Man, a minute ago, all I had was a habit
and a bad case of crabs.
‐ [laughs]
‐ Now I have my own universe.
‐ Congrats.
‐ You know, um,
we're gonna need a lot of really good artists
to design all this stuff. ‐ [laughs]
‐ Mm‐hmm.
You could be one of 'em.
Like, look, the writers' room's out in LA,
and I've been thinking this through.
All right, check this out. Here's the plan.
You and me, place in the Palisades,
parties, premiers, power couple.
All them Hollywood P words.
I mean, shit, we could be running that town by Christmas.
[somber music]
I mean, come on, what's not great about that?
‐ The price of admission, that's what.
‐ You can make anything sound shitty
when you concentrate on the negative, Karen.
‐ Pull over.
Pull over. I want to get out!
‐ Come on. ‐ I want to get out.
Pull over.
[coughs]
[engine revs]
[coughs]
[ominous music]
Good luck in your universe.
Motherfucker!
♪ ♪
[baby crying]
‐ Shh, it's okay.
It's okay, little one.
I'm here.
It's okay, baby.
It's‐‐
it's okay.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[baby cries]
♪ ♪
[baby cries]
[chilling music] Oh, my God!
Oh!
[thuds]
♪ ♪
[violin music playing]
♪ ♪
‐ Alma!
Alma! ‐ What?
‐ What the fuck is the matter with you?
♪ ♪
That's your brother.
♪ ♪
Hey!
I'm talking to you.
‐ I didn't hurt him, Daddy.
‐ You were feeding off him.
‐ It was just a sip.
It's true about baby's blood.
It's almost as good as the pill.
This is Locatelli Caprice in D major,
one of the hardest pieces in the world.
A guy in Russia actually killed himself
because he couldn't play it.
‐ You don't feed off your brother.
You don't touch him. Do you understand me?
[violin clatters]
‐ I understand!
‐ I am trying to keep this family together
under very difficult circumstances.
Your mother saw you last night.
‐ I still don't understand why you keep her around.
We don't need her, especially now.
‐ Stop saying that.
‐ We're trying to be great at something, Daddy.
People like her just wanna get through the day.
Have breakfast, go shopping, check Facebook.
We want to live deep.
[soft eerie music]
‐ It doesn't matter.
If you ever even think about
doing something like that again,
you will never see another pill.
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
‐ Oh, there she is.
♪ ♪
‐ Where's the baby? ‐ Right there.
Looked like you were having some wild dreams.
‐ Dreams?
‐ Oh, yeah, something about
Alma eating the baby. [laughs]
Here's some miso soup.
Careful.
‐ I was dreaming about Alma?
No, I saw Alma. I saw Alma.
I saw...
I saw Alma. That was real.
That wasn't...
That was real. I know the difference
between what is real and a dream!
‐ Well, maybe,
but anesthesia has a really long tail,
and that shit stays in your system for weeks.
My point is things are gonna feel
just a little off for a while,
but don't get worked up.
You know?
Soon as you get back to civilization,
get yourself a good colonic, and it'll just
clear everything right up.
‐ When will that be, Ursula?
[whispers] It's not safe here.
‐ Sure, it is.
As soon as Harry finishes writing his new script.
‐ New script?
What about the script that he was finishing
when I went into the hospital?
‐ Oh, sweetheart... [laughs]
Uh, I don't think you understand
what I've been able to pull off these last few weeks
regarding your husband's career.
Harry is currently in an orbit all his own.
He's got a greenlit movie at Warners,
he's got two series ready to go at Netflix,
and this big rewrite he's working on
for the next "Avatar."
‐ Mm‐mm.
No, it doesn't make sense.
I don't understand. Harry is not‐‐
Harry isn't that kind of writer.
‐ Whoa, be careful.
You're gonna start sounding like an unsupportive wife.
‐ Mm.
No, that's not what I mean.
I just...
Harry has never been that prolific.
‐ Maybe there's something in the water out here‐‐
which you should probably drink a little more of,
considering that redecorating you're doing downstairs.
[eerie music] [chuckles]
It doesn't even really matter,
'cause now you can just live off Harry
and lunch with all the other ladies at the Polo Lounge,
'cause men love that.
♪ ♪
I'll grab that.
‐ What? No, I'm not finished.
‐ Oh, well, you should be.
[baby cries] Girl to girl,
you should really think about dropping that baby weight
quick as you can.
I will leave you alone to feed that little muffin.
[baby cries]
Oh, and when it comes to Harry, if I were you,
I would be on my best behavior for a while.
♪ ♪
[Locatelli's Caprice in D major playing]
♪ ♪
[baby fussing]
[chilling music]
♪ ♪
‐ Mommy? ‐ [gasps]
You surprised me.
‐ Daddy wanted me to bring you your pills.
‐ [sniffles] ‐ Are you okay, Mommy?
‐ I had a dream about you.
‐ Was it a good dream or a bad dream?
‐ It was a bad dream.
‐ Maybe the pills will make the bad dream go away.
[eerie tone]
‐ Harry?
‐ He's working right now, Mommy.
He told me he wants you to take the pills.
[ominous music]
‐ Harry?
♪ ♪
Harry? Harry?
‐Harry! ‐What?
What is this?
♪ ♪
What is this?
‐ I have no idea. Where did that come from?
‐ From her.
She gave it to me with all these other pills.
She wants to poison me!
She wants to kill me and...
Drink the baby's blood, Harry.
‐ I've seen this before. It's postpartum.
The hormones make new moms go crazy.
Sometimes they even hurt the baby.
She needs to be sedated again.
‐ No! No, I am not crazy!
I'm not crazy! I know what I saw.
Harry, look. Look at his leg.
There are‐‐ there are bite marks on the‐‐
Look, look. Look at the bite marks.
There are bite marks. There are bite‐‐
‐ That's just from the little baby LoJack
that they put on the infants in the hospital.
This lazy nurse totally scraped him
when she took it off.
I‐‐[laughs] I gave her hell,
but I think she's gonna be fine.
‐ Stop lying to me!
‐ Yes, Daddy. Stop lying to her.
I want her to take the pill so she can be one of us.
[soft eerie music]
‐ One of us?
What is she talking about, Harry?
‐ She's just being cheeky.
‐ I'm not.
♪ ♪
If you take the pill,
you become great at whatever you're good at.
♪ ♪
That's why Daddy's writing all those scripts.
That's why I'm able to play the Paganini.
♪ ♪
‐ Is that true?
Is that true?
♪ ♪
‐ [scoffs]
‐ [cries] Harry. ‐ Take it, Mommy.
And we can be together forever.
You won't mind drinking the blood.
It's not that bad.
It feels so good to be great at something.
‐ It's a miracle, Doris.
Every one of your designer dreams can come true.
You'll be the best in the world.
‐ Stop it. Stop it!
This is not for her.
‐ You don't think she's good enough, Daddy?
♪ ♪
‐ Well, maybe if she doesn't have the talent,
she shouldn't take the risk.
‐ Do you think you're good enough, Mommy?
♪ ♪
[music quickens]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
‐ [gasps] [baby cries]
♪ ♪
‐ Doris!
[baby crying]
‐ [panting]
‐ [screeches]
‐ [wails]
‐ [groans]
‐ [growls]
[baby crying] [growling]
‐ [whimpers]
‐ Doris. Honey.
‐ [crying]
‐ Come home with me.
They can't hurt you as long as you're with me.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's just me.
[somber music]
I'll explain everything.
♪ ♪
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
♪ ♪
Let's go home.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[seagulls calling]
‐ You're not answering your burner phone.
[eerie music]
You know how irritating that is?
‐ I'm sorry.
I must have turned it off.
‐ No worries.
♪ ♪
You're lucky I ran into Speed Racer,
or I'd really be in a mood.
You've been out here painting a lot.
‐ I guess so.
‐ With nothing to show for it.
You don't like them? ‐ About as much as I like
the insect smudge on my windshield.
Actually, I like the smudge more.
At least something died to put it there.
On the subject of small dead things...
I need you to run an errand for me.
‐ [breathes heavily]
What?
‐ Oh, maybe you haven't heard, but the Gardeners
just brought home a little bundle of joy
from the hospital.
I want it.
‐ Belle.
Please, I‐‐
I can't.
[hissing]
‐ Oh, yeah.
Yeah, they've been here the whole time.
And not because they love art.
They won't touch you unless I get in a mood.
‐ I won't do it.
I'm not gonna help you kill another baby.
‐ Lordy, you mean I came
all the way out here for nothing?
‐ Sorry.
‐ Now I am in a mood.
‐ [gasps]
You can feed on anyone.
On anybody.
You don't need a baby.
‐ Listen to me, Monet.
Newborn blood is the elixir of the gods.
It's pure.
Untouched by a life of booze and drugs.
‐ [hisses]
‐ The chemical swill people call food.
Newborn makes veal taste like horseshit.
And the longer we stand here,
the less newborn it gets.
So if you do nothing,
just think about trying to paint something
with both of your eyes missing.
[tense music]
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
Please.
‐ [hisses]
♪ ♪
‐ [gasps]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
‐ So‐‐but you want to be able to change out the curtains
from season to season,
so the rod needs to be metal but lighter.
‐ I don't care.
[laughs]
No fucking way. No.
If you're not gonna make him an executive producer,
then you gotta give him a big, fat cut, okay?
Okay, fine, go work on it. I gotta go.
‐ What was she thinking?
Jesus.
It's all so pedestrian Pottery Barn hell.
And, oh, my God.
These rugs make me want to puke.
‐ Oh.
‐ Um, I hope those scissors
are for the curtains you put up in the powder room.
‐ Honey.
You're awake.
Why don't you go up and feed the baby?
Ursula will bring you some soup.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
‐ Who is this?
‐ He's a designer who does lots of the houses around town.
I asked him to come help you finish the job.
Anonymously. ‐ I don't need any help.
‐ [muffled] No, of course you don't, my dear.
I've seen your‐‐your boards,
and there are some lovely choices on there.
Um...
Not inspired, but lovely.
[muffled] So Harry was telling us
that you've been going through a little, um,
postpartum.
‐ I don't want you to lose this job, honey.
I know how important it is for your future.
[baby cries]
‐ Ooh, ugh.
‐ Oh, the sound of the crying makes you do that.
[baby crying]
‐ Go feed the baby.
[muffled] Doris.
[unsettling music]
[baby crying]
♪ ♪
[indistinct speech]
[seagulls calling]
♪ ♪
[banging on door]
‐ You told Belle where I was.
‐ I didn't know it was a secret.
‐ [coughs]
‐ You know, it's pretty hard to stay out of your life
when you start showing up at my door.
‐ Do you know what she wants from me?
‐ She didn't say.
‐ The Gardeners have a new baby.
She wants me to steal it for her.
‐ It's her weakness. ‐ If I don't do it,
she said she'll tear out my eyes.
‐ You know, so do it.
‐ I can't! Not ever again!
I'm scared, Mickey.
‐ Do you want to be safe from Belle?
Right? From everything and everyone?
The answer's right here. ‐ Ugh!
‐ The fuck is wrong with you?
‐ What the fuck is wrong with you?
I want to make things right.
For all the times I did what Belle wanted.
I want to go after the Gardener baby.
‐ Go after it? ‐ To save it.
If I don't bring her the baby,
she's just gonna get someone else to do it.
Or she's gonna take it herself.
I need to make sure she never gets her hands on it.
‐ What are you gonna do with a baby, huh?
Have you thought about that?
‐ Take care of it.
Raise it.
I'm serious, Mickey.
I'm gonna get clean.
I'm gonna make a fresh start.
And being responsible for a baby
will make me be responsible for myself.
‐ Yeah, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way, Karen.
‐ I need your help.
I can't do it alone.
I'm afraid I'm gonna screw it up.
Look, my hands are shaking.
‐ Why should I help you?
‐ Because...
Because if you love me, you'll help me.
And because you need to.
‐ Oh, I "need" to? ‐ Yeah.
You need to. You need to do something good.
[emotional music]
You need to remember what that feels like
before it's too late.
Mickey...
do this with me, please.
Please.
♪ ♪
[breath shakes] Please, Mickey.
♪ ♪
[baby fussing]
♪ ♪
‐ What are we gonna name him?
‐ I like Eli.
Eli?
‐ I like Eli too.
‐ You hurt him...
When you did what you did to him.
I know it wasn't a dream.
‐ Baby blood works better than older person blood.
I make myself cry when I play on baby blood
because it sounds so beautiful.
‐ [exhales deeply]
[soft eerie music]
♪ ♪
He's your brother, Alma.
Alma, you can't do that to him.
You can't do that to any baby.
‐ I'm sorry.
I won't do it again, I promise.
I don't want to lose our family.
♪ ♪
‐ I'm scared that it's already lost.
[crying]
‐ Not if you become like Daddy and I.
♪ ♪
I don't think Daddy thinks you're good enough.
That's why he doesn't want you to take the pill.
He thinks you'll become a pale person.
♪ ♪
But I believe in you, Mommy.
♪ ♪
‐ You do?
I just can't believe that your father would do this,
that he would bring all this darkness and horror
into our family.
‐ But it's not darkness.
It's beauty and light.
Don't you hear it when I play?
Think about all those people
that are gonna be touched by Daddy's work.
Think of those beautiful rooms you can design.
Being a little less afraid of the blood.
Being more afraid of being mediocre.
♪ ♪
You can have it all, Mommy.
♪ ♪
Just like us.
‐ It's not okay to hurt people...
just to be good at something.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
‐ You get used to the blood.
♪ ♪
Forget where it came from.
But that feeling when you go to work
and that perfection just pours out of you‐‐
you never get used to that.
It's so wonderful, Mommy.
I want it for you.
I love you so much.
♪ ♪
Open.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
‐ [laughs]
‐ Love you, Mommy.
So much. So much.
[chilling music]
[haunting violin music]
♪ ♪
[violin playing continues]
♪ ♪
[soft ominous music]
♪ ♪
[violin playing continues]
♪ ♪
[dark dramatic music]
‐ [exhales sharply]
♪ ♪
[breathes heavily]
[retches]
♪ ♪
[bell ringing melodically]
‐ Can we just get takeout?
‐ I'm sick of takeout.
I want to get out of the house and get some fresh air.
‐ And we need some food that isn't from a container.
We're going stir crazy in there.
‐ You think it's okay to leave her here alone?
‐ Eh, she's sleeping. The worst that happens
is she wakes up and feeds the baby.
‐ Maybe she'll run away.
‐ Enough of that.
She's not going anywhere.
Anyway, I took the car keys.
Let's just make it fast.
[dog barking]
‐ Shouldn't we check the window?
‐ No, we have to go around to the back door.
‐ Are you sure?
‐ Yeah, I used to be a freaking methhead.
You don't think I know how to break into a goddamn house?
‐ [snarling]
‐ [gasps]
‐ [screeches]
[gasps] ‐ Don't worry.
They won't hurt you if you're with me.
[ominous music]
Shh. [chuckles]
‐ [gasps]
[breathes heavily]
[groans] Harry?
Harry, I don't feel well.
[groans]
Oh.
♪ ♪
[panting]
[groans]
♪ ♪
‐ We can't hurt the mom.
‐ She's not gonna just let us take the baby.
‐ Fine. We can't kill the mom.
♪ ♪
‐ [panting]
Who are you?
[breathing heavily]
‐ Take the baby. I'll take care of her.
‐ Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Get away fr‐‐ get away from my baby.
[dramatic music]
‐ [gasps]
Why?
[breathes heavily]
Oh, you're crazy!
Every one of you is evil and crazy!
‐ [moans] ‐ Where are you going?
‐ Come on!
‐ Get the baby.
‐ [wails]
♪ ♪
‐ [coughs, wheezes]
[coughs deeply]
[hissing]
[gasps]
[growling]
‐ [hisses]
‐ [gasps]
‐ [groans]
[chilling music]
‐ [gasping]
‐ [screeches]
‐ [gasps, coughs]
[groaning]
♪ ♪
‐ [hisses]
‐ [gasping]
♪ ♪
‐ [growls]
[music heightens]
♪ ♪
‐ [breathing heavily]
‐ [hisses]
‐ Mickey.
Get me out of here.
Please.
‐ I love you, Karen.
I believe in you, Karen.
‐ Why are you saying that?
[hissing]
‐ I'm gonna have to leave you here.
‐ Mickey, please.
Please don't leave me here.
If you leave me, they'll kill me.
[cries]
‐ Not if you take this.
‐ I told you.
I am never taking one of these things.
‐ And I told you I believe in you.
I mean...
we could be together.
‐ [cries]
‐ Be rich. Famous.
Successful.
Happy.
[both laugh]
I know you're not gonna turn out like all them.
Why can't you believe in yourself
the way I believe in you?
‐ Because I don't care if I'm good enough.
[emotional music]
Don't you understand that?
♪ ♪
I don't want to be like you.
You're not human.
♪ ♪
‐ I'm not.
I guess this is goodbye.
‐ What?
‐ I love you, Karen.
You're my muse.
You'll be the heroine in every story I ever write.
‐ [cries] No.
Mickey.
Please don't.
[sobs]
Mickey.
♪ ♪
‐ [sighs]
‐ Please!
[breathes heavily]
[hissing]
Mickey!
[hissing, growling]
[sobs] Please, I don't wanna die!
[growls intensify]
Please, I don't want to die! Please!
Mickey!
Please!
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[gasping]
♪ ♪
[soft dark music]
‐ [breath shaking]
[breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[breath shaking]
[sobs]
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[razor whirrs]
[breath shakes]
[sobs]
[baby cries]
[heart beating quickly]
[baby crying]
[panicked breathing]
[heart beating quickly]
[baby cries]
[grunts]
[heart beating] [baby crying]
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[baby crying]
[grunts]
[crying continues]
♪ ♪
[baby crying]
[chilling music]
‐ [shouts] ‐ [grunts]
[pants]
‐ Doris?
Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Honey! ‐ [groans]
‐ Honey! Doris!
Look at me!
Can you hear me in there?
Do you know me?
Doris.
Look at me!
‐ Harry?
[somber music]
Harry.
‐ Oh, my God. ‐ Harry.
‐ Honey.
[breath shakes] Honey.
[baby cries]
‐ [grunts]
‐ No!
‐ [screams] ‐ [grunts]
[groans]
[intense music]
[yelling wildly]
[baby cries]
‐ Honey, no, no.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
‐ [yelling wildly]
‐ [breathing heavily]
[baby crying]
Why would she take the pill?
‐ I told her to.
[eerie music]
Ursula helped me.
♪ ♪
We knew this would happen.
‐ It was the right thing, Harry.
‐ Don't touch me!
‐ We didn't need her anymore.
She was going to get in the way.
‐ Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
‐ Oh, I can't believe it. [inhales sharply]
I can't believe I took one of those things.
‐ If you hadn't, you'd be dead.
‐ Oh, I should have let them kill me.
Anything is better than this.
[pants]
Oh, I feel infected. I feel sick!
‐ You're not sick. [stammers] You're hungry.
You need blood. You need to feed.
‐ I'm not gonna kill anyone, Mickey!
‐ Look, I'll help you, all right?
It'll be easy. Uh, we'll find someone easy.
Someone who deserves it.
‐ How do you know who deserves it?
‐ We'll find someone who's better off dead, okay?
You know this place is full of those kinda people.
I mean, gosh, they come here like flies.
‐ [coughs]
‐ All right, look at me. Right?
You said you wanted a fresh start.
Here it is, right here in front of you.
Okay? Like, look, my offer still stands.
Come back with me to LA.
Could be a fresh new voice in the visual arts scene.
‐ How do you know what I'm gonna turn into?
I could become one of those creatures.
‐ But you're not one of them.
‐ [sighs] ‐ Okay?
You're talented. You're a great painter.
You're, like, the next Frankenthaler.
‐ Oh, God.
Oh, I'm cursed.
I'm cursed!
And so are you!
Don't you see that?
We can never get away from it.
[breathing heavily]
‐ Come here.
Come here.
‐ [groans]
[sighs]
‐ What's your masterpiece?
‐ My what?
‐ Like, if you had to do one painting.
Something you'd be remembered for forever.
Your "Last Supper." Your "Starry Night."
Do you know what it would be?
[emotional music]
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‐ Yes. ‐ Yeah?
‐ Yes.
‐ Create that painting.
Now.
See what you can do.
You'll be amazed at what's inside you.
‐ [laughs]
‐ You'll see.
You'll see it's worth it.
[chuckles]
But first...
you have to feed.
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‐ [shouts] ‐ [screaming]
[ominous tone]
[groaning]
‐ I know I always said this family
was the most important thing to me.
‐ [whimpers]
‐ More important than anything.
More important than‐‐ than my work.
But I think...
‐ [breath shakes]
‐ I think I used to say that because it made me feel better
about how...
unimpressive my work life was.
I even talked myself into believing it.
It didn't matter that I never hit it in Hollywood.
I was a family man first.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
But I wasn't.
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And I should have been honest with you about that.
I love you.
And I'm so sorry this has happened.
But the truth is...
Alma and Ursula are right.
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I've outgrown you.
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I know it sounds like a cliché
that we would have broken up one way or another.
And maybe this way is actually, in some ways,
less painful for you.
I can't imagine you having to tolerate seeing me on TV
at all the award shows and‐‐
‐ [hyperventilating]
‐ And magazines and dating this starlet or that.
It would have destroyed you.
And think about how complicated it would have been
for Alma and the baby.
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[grunts]
[doors creaking]
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
‐ Well, I said it before, and I'll say it again:
some people have it, and some people don't.
There is nothing more tragic, pathetic, and sad
than a person with no talent trying to make it in the world.
[dark music]
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‐ [sighs]
♪ ♪
[seagulls calling]
‐ This is it.
‐ Oh, really something.
It's almost worth the walk.
[laughs]
Hey, look.
It's like our very own picnic.
Like it was meant to be.
If you want your "Starry Night,"
you have to feed.
‐ I know.
‐ Then you'll see.
We'll be a team.
It'll be you and me.
[chuckles]
You want this. I know you do.
Let me help you.
‐ I think I'm gonna help us both, Mickey.
‐ [screaming]
[dark music]
‐ [panting]
‐ [grunting]
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[somber music]
♪ ♪
[breathes heavily]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[dark music]
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‐ Where are we going?
‐ You and I need to talk to the nice lady
who makes those wonderful little pills‐‐
the Chemist.
‐ Why?
‐ Well, I need her to supply me with enough
so I can start the most successful
Hollywood literary and talent agency of all time.
‐ And why do you need me?
‐ Well, who could resist a cute‐as‐a‐button kid?
You just give her the big eyes and the Oliver Twist,
"Please, sir, may I have some more" bullshit,
and you'll soften her up for my good, hard sell
right up the ass.
[animal screeches]
[dramatic music]
[chewing]
[dramatic music]
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‐ [groans]
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