We are so excited for the future.
Our future.
So, we're in love-- Love, you say. Hmm.
And you know this how?
Well, how did you know you were in love with your husband?
Oh.
Once upon a time...
Hmm.
Obviously, that thing's changed shape.
And I don't... I don't know if I ever did know for sure.
My head was so far up my ass,
I would do anything or say I felt anything just to belong to somebody.
Well, I... I just wanna let you know that I got it. I got cast.
I'm gonna be on Half-Ton Trauma.
Half-Ton Trauma. Okay.
So, you're gonna be a star. Of sorts. Mm-hmm.
Yep. Eddie and I are gonna move in together.
You know, when we're filming the show, it's just better to have a support system.
Always.
Yeah, we found a cute little house in a gated community.
A gated community? Mm-hmm.
Wow. Fancy. Yeah.
Yeah, we just realized, you know, with the killings,
the deaths, the disease, like...
...nobody should be alone.
Yeah. - Yeah.
Mmm. Mm-hmm.
Well, that is very, very mature of you.
I commend your maturity
and the fact that you didn't hide this from me.
'Cause I... I can abide by anything but a sneak.
Well, almost anything.
Mmm. Mmm. Mm-hmm.
Can we get another round?
And something for my daughter and her paramour.
I think he's drinking a mocktail of sorts.
A little Shirley Temple thingy. All virtue, no bite.
Another round. Coming up.
So, darling daughter...
you do know that Fast Eddie and I had a little thing.
Lo... - A dirty thing.
A nasty little...
Assignations,
with a special stress on the ass.
Lois, please do not do this.
I mean, I had him in my mouth.
Lois, that did not happen. And you know it didn't happen.
You're drunk. Please don't get messy in front of your daughter.
You're gonna regret it.
Oh.
Fast Eddie, what about my daughter? Hmm?
Do you enjoy lifting her folds, the acres of flesh
to find her welcoming, shiny pudendum?
"Pudendum"? I have always loved that word.
Uh, uh, uh...
Latin for pudere, which means to be ashamed.
And there is so much for you to be ashamed of.
Oh, stop.
The folds with the yeasty rashes, the impossible to find pink holes.
- Lois! - Mom.
Don't do this to yourself.
Don't do it to me. Don't do it to us. Please.
If this is you having a breakdown,
we can support you.
I can get you some help.
The truth is you're a lost cause.
Your heart is encased in hardened fat,
and the sludge that runs through your veins is like syrup.
Ooh, ooh, ooh...
And one more thing.
Your father is an adultering fornicator who fucked his students.
You get that from him.
- See, now you're lying. - No.
That is not the truth. Okay?
And if it was, you drove him to it.
- No. No. - You did with your combative warring.
No, no, no. - Yes. It's you. It's you.
All I have ever tried to do was to get everybody...
I wanted to push everybody to be as strong as me.
As strong as me
to be able to face this nightmare that none of us can wake up from.
All I ever wanted
was for you to be strong so you could be there for me when I needed you.
And you know what?
None of you... None of you are strong at all.
You are all...
bathed in your own fucking weakness about everything.
You would never be able to survive... ...this new, utter world cruelty.
The new rules of behavior.
None of it. Not a goddamn thing.
That is enough. You remember those AA meetings I took you to?
That was the worst first fucking date I have ever been on in my life.
How could I forget it?
That wasn't a date. It was a nudge. A nudge in the right direction.
An act of kindness. And I see you don't do well with kindness.
So it's nothing but tough love from us now. Get the fuck up.
- Where we going? To a motel? - No, we're going to rehab.
No, you don't tell me what the fuck to do. I'm a grown woman. Okay?
You gonna sit here and deny that you flirted with me?
That you came on to me?
The baddest bitch of all time.
Hmm?
So, I made it up. So, oh, everything is all in Lois' head.
I didn't.
Tell you something...
One thing you cannot do, pretty white boy,
is gaslight a Black woman.
We know too fucking much.
What you looking at?
Shit.
Fuck this.
So, you've thought about it and you've reached this decision?
Yes. I mean, it's time to face the facts.
He's... He's only being kept alive by your machinery.
May I ask why you've changed your mind, Lois?
And have you discussed this with your daughter?
Has she had a chance to say goodbye?
I believe I am the medical proxy. Am I not?
I am.
And as it turns out, my husband... ...has betrayed me almost constantly.
His mistress even works here.
She comes in and whispers sweet nothings in his ear.
So that makes this decision easier for you?
Well, I--
Excuse me, sir. May I ask what is transpiring here?
I was tipped off that this deranged alcoholic was here
taking up precious moments of your time, which I cannot allow.
Bitch, you got a pen?
Write this down. Take a memo.
I am in a meeting with your fucking boss,
and I am taking my husband off life support.
Yes, it is happening.
I never gave up my legal right despite your many manipulations,
which, quite frankly, I have outsmarted.
I am large and in motherfucking charge.
And I'm running this show.
Sir, this is an outrage.
- You simply cannot-- - Shut your mouth!
Jesus, I... I have the floor.
So, Doc, it's hardly murder, right?
I mean, I know murder. I'm the lead homicide detective in this town.
But that's what you wanted. You wanted to "free up his bed."
You know she said that, did you?
Uh, when you disconnect the tubes, is it painful?
No, he's given meds. He'll just, uh, slip away.
Stop breathing. It's peaceful. Hmm.
What a shame. What do they say? "No justice, no peace"?
All you need for peace and justice is to unplug somebody.
Do you have a priest or...
He's Jewish. Part. Not a believer.
He liked pork chops, pussy, and lobster in cream sauce.
Only time the man ever fasted was for a colonoscopy.
All right.
Thank you, Doc.
And thank you for your attention and your care.
We're done here.
Oh, this is rich.
They sent you to unplug him?
What? If you got something to say, say it. Speak. It's okay.
I don't...
I just wanted to ask, um,
how you are doing, Lois.
Hmm.
I'm relieved. Is that crazy?
You?
Well, um, two days ago, you held a gun to my head.
And now you... You're asking me to-to-to end his life.
Why fight anymore?
You were the one he was in love with.
That is the only grace I can offer you.
Wish I could do more.
I'm sad for you.
And I for you.
Mmm. Mm-mmm. Mmm.
Lighten up, Redd.
I'm gonna give this man a ritual he would've appreciated,
his favorite poet and whiskey.
It'll be a party. Have some candy.
"Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.
A carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
We slowly drove.
He knew no haste,
and I had put away my labor and my leisure too
for his civility."
Hey, how long is this gonna take?
Lois, it's a process.
Oh.
Okay.
"We passed the school where children played, their lessons scarcely done.
We passed the fields of grazing grains. We passed the setting sun."
That part is good.
"We paused before a house that seemed a swelling of the ground.
The roof was scarcely visible.
The cornice but a mound."
"Since then 'tis centuries, but each feels shorter than the day
when I first surmised the horses' heads
were toward eternity."
Well, all right.
Who's ready for a toast? Hmm?
Doc?
To my late husband. A sensitive man,
lover of poetry, liar and cheat.
RIP.
He's forgiven. See, kids, it's that easy.
I forgive you, pal.
Seriously, Cal? The fuck is that?
- The good shit. - Uh-uh.
The stuff y'all smoking these days is way too strong for me.
I gotta keep my head on a swivel.
Put it out or take a walk. There's cameras.
You look different. Kinda got, like, this glow goin' on.
Did you get it in last night or something?
Or something.
I unplugged my husband and got the best sleep of my life.
What is this?
A rehearsal space. An art studio.
Artist of fucking death.
Lois.
I have the governor.
She wants to congratulate you and thank you for solving the case.
If I solved the case, Jack, I would still be at home in bed right now.
It's about finding a new story with the right texture.
But also with long-term potential.
Now, there was a spate of violent rapes in Saskatchewan back in the '90s
that were never solved.
Fathers.
Do you remember when I originally pitched my idea for this column?
It was a study of good and evil in the world.
Readership of The Catholic Guardian right now is up over 5,000%.
Your reporting of these crimes has made national news.
It's gone what I believe they call "viral."
People are coming back to the church. All over the country.
So all of this was a blessing?
Could Christ not have thwarted those who aimed to crucify him?
Performed a miracle, say, escaped the cross?
Yet he knew,
the gruesome act of his crucifixion would let humanity see God.
And so he allowed it to happen.
Are you comparing--
Not at all.
Father Charlie was a disturbed man,
evil.
Yet he too knew that the crux of faith...
...is terror.
People want to believe. They want God.
And thus,
there is an appetite for the grotesque.
We simply ask that you serve the meal that satiates the hunger.
I take over as editor and publisher.
I get three new writers, my hires,
and final approval of everything published.
Autonomy.
You guys just hand me the keys.
What is this?
They just wanted a little toast.
You don't get balloons for solving a case like this. It's inappropriate.
Just give 'em a little something, okay?
Thank you.
Um...
Here's to a quintuple homicide not happening today.
But, then again, it's only noon, so...
Can I have a word?
I was thinking about retiring after this case, but now...
I mean, I wanna go back, look at all my old cases.
- See if there's anything I missed. - Lois.
I'm not asking you to retire.
I'm not asking.
I won't resign.
Fire me. I dare you.
It isn't my call.
And they will.
They're cutting 65% of the force.
They flew me to Saint Paul last week for a presentation.
Presentation on what?
"Emerging technologies in policing."
Bonkers stuff.
What are you talking about?
Artificial intelligence. Autonomous cruisers.
A whole network of cameras with a centralized brain
that analyzes the footage.
Those fucking animated robot police dog things.
No, no. No, no, no.
I solved this case, uh...
I solved all my cases.
Because I have an actual brain.
And a heart.
Just like a perp.
Nothing understands a human like another human.
Well, they disagree.
It's a full pension.
Plus an additional severance thing. It's very generous.
It's a full salary for life.
$146,000 a year for life.
Plus Marshall's pension,
life insurance.
You can do all the things you always dreamed of.
It is what it is.
The world is changing.
Wake up, Lois.
Wake up!
Lois, my access, thanks to you, gave us traction.
We got so many new readers.
New people coming to church.
And then this twist,
our own editor actually being the one committing the crimes.
I mean, it's blown that initial bump out of the water.
Sunday mass was standing room only.
And I know, many of them are lookie-loos, but still...
God works in mysterious ways.
I mean, here are people who have come to listen and to witness.
As far as why they've come--
Who are you to judge?
I think I'm more concerned with my own role.
What I do for these souls in need once they're there.
You know, I am surprised
at the quickness and ease of your recovery.
I mean, it's almost like
the fiend that shot you had a plan.
A purpose, you know?
Draw blood,
but avoid an artery that could lead to catastrophe.
In hindsight, when I think about it,
it's kind of a theatrical act,
your... your being shot.
Kinda showy.
You know I was gonna ask you, Sister...
I was gonna ask you, um,
your editor, your priest, our grotesquerie,
was he into arsenal cosplay?
I mean, I'm asking you because
y'all seem so close.
♪ Tell me, how can you stop ♪
♪ That old sun from shining? ♪
♪ What makes the world go 'round? ♪
Wait. How many drinks have you had?
Sit down. Hand Mama the car keys.
You're drunk.
You must be if you're accusing me of--
Let me make myself clear.
Even two drinks in, in this moment,
I'm still sober as a nun.
♪ How can a loser ever win? ♪
♪ Somebody please help me ♪
Louboutins?
Interesting choice.
Guilty.
An impulse buy.
Between us, they're murder.
Mmm.
You know the history of the red soles?
Prostitutes in New York City worked the Meatpacking District.
And it was said you could tell a sinner by the blood on the bottom of their shoes.
So let me ask you.
You said that you were concerned about your role amongst the parishioners.
What about your perceived role?
I think any serious person can see
that my reporting is what led to his apprehension.
No. That was me.
With a bullet to the chest.
But let's test your theory. Let's... Let's kick the ball down the field.
Maybe you are innocent.
♪ No one, no one ever told us ♪
Maybe?
I just think
we all know a lot more than we're willing to admit.
I mean,
is anyone really innocent of anything anymore?
2014 might be the last time I believed anyone was innocent of anything.
♪ And mine is ♪
The world wasn't on fire.
No COVID.
The election hadn't cracked us in half.
The web was still a toy.
But now,
we're like cavemen...
standing staring into the horizon. And we...
We see an erect hairless man coming towards us.
And we know...
it's over.
We know, don't we?
But what else can we do
except pretend not to know?
Lois,
you okay?
No, Sister.
I'm not.
You know, I thought it was interesting, charming even,
your involvement in this case.
I mean, you...
...were always in the know.
Always a step ahead.
Getting to crime scenes first, sometimes.
Dedicated.
Always so full of theories.
And that murder wall of yours in your office,
where you had photocopied real books and drawings...
I said to myself,
this woman is like me.
She's a... She's a dinosaur.
She actually went to the library.
It made me like you.
You know, we'd found books with those same images
in Father Charlie's house.
You know,
we'd always said from the beginning that whoever did this
had to have experience with...
with death and killing.
But
he didn't actually have that, did he?
No.
Hmm. I mean, he could wield a carving knife,
but in order to pull this off,
he would need an accomplice.
He would need help.
And what he needed, he got.
A twisted sister.
Yes. [stuttering] This theorizing...
There's something to this. Let's follow this thread.
Okay. And let's just say, uh...
And I believe that a very handsome Father Charlie
was a true lady-killer.
In every possible way.
And then
you showed up.
This whimsical hybrid
of Manson girl Squeaky Fromme and a Disney sidekick cartoon character.
And Christ on a cracker.
You wanted to lay down.
The sexual tension between you two was unbearable.
- Shut up. - But you couldn't.
You couldn't because you took a vow,
and you're married to the Lord or some shit.
So the bond, the kink,
the endless planning...
...the viciousness of these murders.
In an effort to get people back to your fading church...
Asses to masses
was the only consummation you could get.
Holy shit, Sister!
I think I just cracked the case.
Blasphemy!
♪ Help me mend my heart ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
♪ I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna, I just wanna ♪
♪ I just wanna live again, baby ♪
♪ How can you mend Oh, yeah, this broken man? ♪
♪ Somebody tell me ♪
♪ How can a loser ever win? ♪
You fucking crazy bitch!
No! Get off of me!
♪ This old broken heart ♪
Lois, stop it! - Fucking crazy bitch!
♪ How can you stop the rain ♪
♪ I know my clothes are all wet Tell me ♪
♪ How can you mend my ♪
♪ Please help me mend my broken heart ♪
♪ I think I ♪
Come here!
♪ I want to live and live and live ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la ♪
There is no future after this.
No coming back.
I don't think I deserve it at this point.
Oh, you don't think?
Huh.
But divorce? Really?
I thought the therapy was going so well. I...
Infidelity is something that a lot of couples are dealing with these days.
It's never gonna be easy, but you'll push through.
Oh, the cheating I can handle. I would love a hall pass.
My new lab assistant, I would suck him clean off tomorrow.
Then what is this about?
I didn't grow up with a family.
Not like yours.
- I grew up in the foster system-- - He's never gonna get to the point.
It's the Rolodex of excuses that's coming right now.
You know, his trauma, his drinking, his shame.
You know, the fact that he's a minimum-wage-earning alcoholic
who works at Cinnabon in the mall,
married to a woman who has two doctorate degrees...
- And I'm proud-- - ...who's literally-- Shut the fuck up.
Who's literally curing cancer.
You've asked me why I married him. You've asked me several times.
And I'm ashamed to say it was because he can fuck me good.
Merritt-- That's the goddamn truth.
It's okay. It's fair.
I don't mean to make excuses.
You can't imagine what it meant to me when I met Merritt
and she introduced me to your family.
Everyone made me feel so a part of everything.
You have to know how grateful I am for that.
How I'm still grateful.
To you for being here.
Oh, I'm not here for you at all, you sick, poor fuck.
Lois.
It was something like I had never experienced before in my life.
- A mother. - Dad.
He has been fucking Mom for the last two years.
I'm sorry I even brought somebody like this home.
I wish you would be understanding.
You know what I wish? I wish I didn't have a fucking mullet.
I wish you got up off your ass.
I wish you didn't work at Cinnabon. It's fucking weird.
With your fucking onion rings. Who the fuck orders onion rings?
You're a grown fucking man.
I wish you would fucking...
♪ One is the loneliest number That you'll ever do ♪
♪ Two can be as bad as one ♪
Hey, y'all. You good?
♪ Since the number one ♪
One, two, three. Up.
And down.
♪ Yes, it's the saddest experience You'll ever know ♪
♪ Because one is the loneliest number That you'll ever do ♪
♪ One is the loneliest number That you'll ever know ♪
You okay, Mr. Tryon?
I know.
♪ It's just no good anymore ♪
I put the peonies out that you brought.
They look nice.
♪ Now I spend my time Just making rhymes of yesterday ♪
♪ Because one is the loneliest number That you'll ever do ♪
♪ One is the loneliest number That you'll ever know ♪
You know the doctor's been saying you're not in there anymore.
But I always say, "No, she's there. I can feel her."
It's like a live wire running between us, buzzing.
And I can feel there's someone on the other end.
It makes me do things, this wire.
It brings me here day after day,
makes me massage your feet,
rub Vaseline under your armpits, between your legs,
makes me hold your hand,
makes me hope.
But that's not right, is it?
It's in my head, huh?
Because any love we had between us died
the day you wrapped your legs around your son-in-law.
I hope to God the doctor's wrong.
That there's an ember somewhere in there still burning.
I hope...
it can hear me and feel fear,
because it's time to go.
♪ Because one is the loneliest number That you'll ever do ♪
Marshall. Please.
How can I help you?
It's time. I know it's time.
It's a very difficult decision.
We're here to support you. We, uh, have resources.
If you wanna talk to someone.
Do something about the body.
Donate it to science, take pictures of her liver for AA pamphlets, whatever.
Do whatever you want. I'm not gonna take her.
Have you spoken with the rest of the family about their wishes?
Can we do this tomorrow 10:00 a.m.?
If it's what you want.
I am curious, Mr. Tryon, how you arrived at this decision?
Haven't you been saying for weeks that it's time?
It's not a decision we wanna make on a basis of very temporary emotions.
I would encourage you to sit with this choice before we proceed.
Thank you, John. That's very kind of you.
I'm out.
♪ One is the loneliest number ♪
This is it.
Good night.
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Stop ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪ I remember now the night we met ♪
♪ You treated me so sweetly ♪
♪ Now you don't you go away And leave me flat... ♪
So, wait.
How long have we been doing this? Six years?
Big man on campus,
freshman girls bouncing in and out of your office.
It's not the same thing.
Oh, so what? Cheating is only okay when you do it?
The difference is, you... They are not my daughter-in-law.
Oh, so that's what you're mad about? The principle of the thing?
It's sick. He's family. It's incest.
They're not actually related.
You men are something else.
Would you turn that thing off while I'm here?
I have over 600 people watching this.
My mic is off. Relax.
I don't go full Hustler magazine, babe.
Since the club closed, this is my office.
You're the one who barged in without calling.
Technically, it is my apartment in that I... I am paying for it.
Let's set aside the hypocrisy of you being mad about cheating.
Lois deserves to die?
And what about your offenses? Hmm?
Remember when you took me up to Agate Creek for Valentine's Day?
No explanation to her.
Who knows what she might have had planned? Just up and disappeared for two days.
She didn't notice I was gone.
All that talk about calling her and breaking it off
and never going home again.
Lie after lie.
You know people in comas are affected by stuff around them.
You probably really messed her up,
going in there with all that shit just now.
- Where are you going? - I can't be around you.
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know.
It's your apartment.
Chief, can I sit?
Did you know that for every domestic abuse case we resolve
another gets escalated to murder?
One and one.
- Then I'll be quick. Two things. - Yeah.
First thing, the family, Andrea's, they're suing.
Us.
On what grounds?
Andrea called six times reporting domestic abuse.
Lois was the lead.
They're alleging that she was too hands off,
that she could've done more to extricate Andrea from the situation,
lock up the boyfriend.
If she had, Andrea would still be alive.
The department wants to settle.
No. Lois did what she was legally able to do.
She gave her information and resources.
Andrea never pressed charges. She never filed a restraining order.
I know. It doesn't hold water.
If Lois were here, she wouldn't roll over and take this.
Well, then it's good you are the chief and she is not.
And that's the second thing.
I spoke to an administrator at the hospital.
It's time.
Marshall realized.
I wanna be there.
Yeah.
Most people, doctors included,
think that the worst thing that can happen in a hospital
is the death of a patient.
They see death itself as unethical. Excuse me.
But I disagree. I think that when a patient is truly suffering,
and here we have freedom from pain,
to withhold that treatment is unethical.
Sorry, Mommy.
I've done everything
to be who you wanted me to be.
Yeah.
Every therapist has told me to let it go.
To...
This, um, striving to meet your expectations.
But I don't care.
Everything that I ever do will be for your love.
My research. All of it.
What the hell's going on here? Why is she getting a bath?
She ain't going on a fucking date. What is going on?
- Sir, it's what we do. - What... No! Out, out, out!
No. No! This is private.
I just wanna pay my respects.
You didn't respect Lois. You were after her fucking job.
And your reports? Over and over for years. Any miniscule infraction.
She loathed you.
She may have had her issues with me, Marshall,
but that doesn't mean I didn't admire her.
Please. I just wanna say goodbye.
And thank you.
No. Somebody get this man.
You... No, no. Out. Someone stop this man.
What? No. Get the fuck out of here.
What are you doing here?
- I know, Marshall. - Get the fuck out of here.
- I have to see her. - No!
- I'm not going until I see Lois. - You ain't seeing her.
Get the fuck out of here.
- Dad. - Security!
Please. - Security!
Stupid fuck.
- Let's go. Let's do it. - Daddy.
You're really not gonna let them say goodbye?
No.
Okay.
- I know what you're feeling, okay? - Mmm.
- I'm feeling it too. - Mm-hmm.
Just let them come in, say goodbye and go,
okay?
Look, I'm hurting, and I'm angry as hell, okay?
Mmm.
But it's not just about us.
Who the hell is it about then? - Okay?
Her. Mommy.
No, it's not.
This is it. It's time.
This is not happening. No, no.
- We're not gonna do this. - No. Don't listen to her.
I have the power of attorney. Keep going.
Do not touch her, okay?
Unless you wanna be litigated for negligent homicide.
You hear me? Do you understand that?
Back the fuck up.
Thank you.
Let them in now.
I said no.
I say. I decide.
Pull the fucking plug. Pull it now.
Let her die the way she lived
with everyone and everything around her in fucking turmoil,
- in fucking chaos and dysfunction. - Are you serious?
- Wait. Wait a minute. - Fuck it.
Now, you wait a minute.
If this is what you wanna do...
you lose her today and me.
And me.
I'ma go play her favorite song, because that's what I wanna do.
All right? I'ma go play her song.
♪ Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow ♪
♪ They go like the last light of the sun All in a blaze ♪
♪ And all you see is glory ♪
You know, I see death merely as a tool.
It's a freedom from pain.
It's the sweet emancipation...
of the soul.
♪ People lust for fame ♪
♪ Like athletes in a game ♪
♪ They break their collarbones ♪
You know, I see death merely as a tool.
Freedom from pain,
sweet emancipation of the soul.
♪ Some are lost and never found ♪
♪ They live their lives In sad cafés and music halls ♪
Fucking crazy bitch.
♪ And they always have a story ♪
♪ Before the world Has done its dirty job ♪
♪ And later on someone will say ♪
♪ Now you must make way ♪
♪ But they'll never know the pain ♪
♪ Or the years of forgetting What you know too well ♪
♪ That you who gave the crown Have been let down ♪
♪ You never saw the eyes ♪
♪ Of young men at 25 ♪
♪ Who followed as you walked And asked for autographs ♪
♪ Kissed you on the cheek ♪
♪ And you never really could Believe they really loved you ♪
I love you.
♪ Some make it when they're old ♪
I forgive you, Mommy.
♪ Perhaps they have a soul ♪
Just go, Mom.
It's okay.
♪ Or perhaps there's nothing there ♪
♪ But anyway That isn't what I meant to say ♪
♪ I meant to tell a story ♪
Mommy.
♪ That I live from day to day ♪
♪ Stars, they come and go ♪
♪ They come fast, they come slow ♪
♪ They go like the last light of the sun All in a blaze ♪
♪ And you always All you see is glory ♪
- Wh... What's happening? - I don't know.
I'm trying to get it figured out right now.
What the hell is going on?
She might be experiencing a little bit of pain right now.
♪ I'll come up singing for you ♪
♪ Even though I'm down ♪
- Is she breathing? - Her heart rate is taking longer
to slow down than it should. Is she breathing?
No. No.
No, no, no, no.
Learn how to walk in heels, you fucking cunt.
Babe.