Don't Talk to Strangers (2021) Movie Script
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The past gives a
middle finger to the future.
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It's always haunting me.
Thought of getting older.
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Ending up like my parents.
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So I took
fate into my own hands
and everything
got a little fucked up.
drag me from my
Hi.
You don't know me.
My name is Emmy.
I'm an American.
Don't hold that
against me though.
My family is from Gorey
and I think our paths
may have been intertwined,
to say the least.
I was wondering,
are you the Patrick Sullivan
whose family
used to live on Thistle Lane?
Hi. It's me. Again.
I don't mean to harass you
but my situation is
a little precarious,
a bit life or death.
I know this
isn't the normal message
you'd get from a stranger.
Smiley face.
Hello, Emmy. I am
Patrick Sullivan
and my family did used
to live on Thistle Lane.
Not gonna lie, I lost my
breath when I read your last
message.
It's really you.
Now I'm left with
so many questions to ask.
It might be better
to do it in person.
I'm actually planning
a trip there.
To Gorey.
All right.
You've captured my curiosity.
Let's meet.
Then grab a drink
when you arrive.
Maybe I can answer some
of your queries of the past.
You made this?
That was my mother's.
It's very beautiful.
You from the States?
My family's originally
from Gorey.
So
Figured it was time
I paid it a visit.
And you
still have loved ones here?
I am meeting someone though.
Guess you could say
an old family friend.
What's this mean?
"May the cat eat you.
And may the devil eat the cat."
- Shit!
- I am so sorry!
- Oh, it's fine!
- Oh, oh.
- That's my bad.
- It's fine, man. Sorry.
- Um...
- Are you American?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's...
Oh.
- Are you...
- I'm waiting for someone.
- So...
- Yeah. Yeah.
I'm waiting for somebody too.
Cool.
Wait.
Patrick?
Were you expecting someone else?
No, I... I'm just...
Hello, Emmy. Hello, Emmy.
Hello, Emmy.
I am Patrick Sullivan
and my family did
I'm confused.
You've captured my
curiosity. Let's meet.
Sorry for the poor introduction.
Cheers.
Okay, so I am...
Yeah, I was... I
was expecting...
- An Irish brogue.
- Yes.
Yeah, I completely get it.
Whenever I open my mouth
in Ireland,
people are very disappointed.
But I've grown very
accustomed to it.
Mm.
Mm.
- Sorry, I...
- I bet you I can guess
what you're thinking.
- No, I don't think you
can. - I think I can guess.
- I don't think...
- You're thinking,
"Why don't we forgo
these ineffectual expectations
and just focus on the
truth of this moment right now,"
which is that you're out
of beer and I'm out of beer.
Yeah, I'm wearing
the other half of that, so...
- That is my fault.
- I'm pretty aware of that.
Come on. You wanna go somewhere?
What? What?
What, you
didn't travel all this way
to hang out at this bar,
did you?
Trust me, I'm an excellent
guide to the city.
You know, I just...
Shit!
Your purse has a hole in it.
- Yeah, I know.
- Okay.
You know, they used
to serve peanuts here.
It was awesome,
there was this guy though
who choked
on one of 'em one day, died.
Ruined it for the rest of us.
Okay.
There's a reason
why I wanted to meet you.
Because you
wanted to hear more stories
about people being
murdered by food?
- I understand.
- No. No.
Good, 'cause
I have no more stories
about people being
murdered by food.
Our great-grandfathers
used to have farms
right next to each other.
And I
I was hoping that
you could, you know
shed some light on that.
Okay.
Like a hundred years ago
is what we're talking about.
Yeah, I know, I know it's a...
- Unfortunately, I wasn't
there. - I know.
Okay, I know.
I know it's stupid, right?
But... I think that
something happened.
I'm sorry, I...
I mean, my folks, my whole family,
they just weren't very
open about that kind of stuff.
Yeah, but they...
they must have told you something.
I do know that
my ancestors are from here.
- Right.
- But that's it.
But that's why you moved back.
You'd say,
"Moved back," I'd say,
I'm from Philly
and I moved here.
Okay. It's... it's cool.
No, no, no,
what, are you just gonna leave?
Yeah, I am, because
I researched so much, okay?
- It's okay.
- I've researched so...
You're... you are
Patrick Sullivan, right?
Your family's from Gorey?
Yes.
Yeah.
When you first looked up at me
there was a flicker.
It was like a very brisk
moment, but it was there.
I'm gonna get us more drinks.
Stay right there.
Tell me what you know about me.
What? Is this like
a quiz or something?
Mm-hm.
Something like that.
- Hi.
- Um
I don't know, you're not on
you're not on
social media.
- Okay.
- Which I would find weird
if I was on social media.
- But you're not.
- No.
So let's just
treat it like it's 1999.
Do those things scare you?
Hmm, okay.
Our
great-great-grandfathers lived
next to each other.
Go deeper.
I don't know, we
didn't really get deep on Gmail.
What's my favorite movie?
What?
That's the
deepest question I can think of.
Yeah, but how would I know that?
- What my favorite movie
is? - Yeah.
I don't know, inference.
Context clues.
Sherlock Holmes stuff.
You can tell a lot about
a person
by their favorite movies,
books, songs.
- Okay.
- Mm-hm.
- What's your favorite
movie? - Thank you for asking.
Um...
Godfather II.
- First is better.
- Ah.
I used to watch old movies
with my dad all the time, so.
Ah.
What's your favorite song?
- I don't have one. - You don't
have a favorite song?
No, I
I guess it was
just never important.
It's very important.
Imagine you're on your death bed
and your doctor comes
and is like,
- "Hey, what's your..."
- What color are the sheets?
- Of the death bed?
- Yeah, you said,
imagine I'm on my death bed,
so what color are the sheets?
Okay, um... dark purple.
Okay.
Okay, so you're
on this dark purple death bed
and your doctor walks in
and he says,
"You can only listen to one song
"and one song only," what is it?
I mean, this is like
the last sound
that's gonna penetrate
your ears before you die.
I mean,
this is your last chorus,
your last bridge,
harmony, melody.
- Solo.
- "Cold Coffee."
By the Forget-Nots.
- I don't think I know
that one. - Yeah, you do.
- I don't.
- Yeah, you do.
Yes, you do, it's like...
- How...
- You know it!
- How would I know that
song? - No, yeah, it's...
Yeah, this is
a hook, this is a hook.
- What!
- What!
I don't know this song at all.
Good improvisation though.
- What?
- Very nice.
If it was me, I would have
chosen, like,
a Rolling Stones song
or some Irish band.
Okay. Well,
I'll... you know what?
I'll ask the doctor
if I can have an encore.
Someone's in here.
Someone's in here!
Are you okay?
What the fuck? Close the door!
What is wrong with you?
That's just how
it is out here, ya know?
One second it's raining,
next second...
How long you in town for?
I don't know yet.
What do you
do back in the States?
What is it you do?
Oh, turning it back around.
I respect that. Um
I get fired a lot.
Okay, what is
it that you want to do?
Not get fired.
Make money, I don't know.
I write street poetry.
It's stupid,
it's just a hobby but, you know.
- I wanna hear it.
- No.
Not gonna do it for you.
- Yeah, I wanna hear it.
- Uh-huh.
I'm gonna look
like a jerk.
Good thing
you can't see yourself.
"The fate that you fa... ".
"The fate that you failed
to manipulate,
you had it great but you..."
"The fate that you failed
to manipulate,
you had it great
but you failed to communicate.
Now irate because
I'm possessive,
my needs are excessive,
and I'm obsessive?
Well, I'm sorry I'm obsessed
but you get what you manifest.
You are what you think,
you are what you eat,
you are what you dream.
But I scream inside.
I try to think my way out
but the more I think,
the more I sink.
I take one blink
like I'm on the brink
of something better
but it never gets better.
It only gets wetter
because I'm still sinking.
I was a kid who dreamed
of being someone.
I was a kid
who dreamed of being someone.
I was a kid who dreamed
of being someone!
The more I sink
"the less I think
there's any way out."
Okay, let's go.
- Shit. Don't be
embarrassed. - No, it's just a
work
in progress. It doesn't matter.
No, it's fine. Please,
just don't worry about it.
What?
Play me a song.
I'm a way worse singer.
Pull out your
phone and play me... a song.
Do you have a
specific request or genre that
you prefer?
Just play your favorite...
- My favorite.
- Patrick.
Hope you like heavy metal.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
Can we...
Can we talk about what happened?
- What happened?
- That thing you just did.
Like... the backbend, the
hair flowing in the moonlight.
Okay, um...
you said that your family was all buried
in one gravesite in Gorey.
Sorry. Sorry, we don't...
Right, we don't have to talk...
Let's pretend like we just met.
- We did, Patrick.
- Yeah. Good, that's right.
Uh, but like, just beyond
all the emails and everything.
Pretend like
they didn't even happen.
- Okay. Done.
- Yeah.
What gets under your skin?
This question.
So you can ask
the questions but you can't
answer them.
Yeah!
- Yes, something like
that. - Hm.
Maybe I'm...
I'm scared I won't
know the answers.
That I haven't...
spent enough time with myself.
Also, cardboard.
- Cardboard?
- Cardboard.
I hate the texture.
It's
I can't really describe
it, I just hate it.
I hate it, I hate it!
I hate the texture of cardboard.
- I said it.
- Okay.
So opening Christmas gifts
must be a fucking
nightmare for you.
Well, I don't particularly
like Christmas, so...
- Wow.
- What?
It was a pleasure meeting you.
I thank you so much
for the wine.
- It was so nice.
- Oh, yeah, right.
No, no!
Okay, yeah, right.
- What?
- Okay, Christmas,
along with many other
holidays, it was just created
so that we could
appreciate our family, right?
Yeah.
Do you not appreciate
your family?
I appreciate my little sister.
But not your parents?
Um... when I was little
my mom
she used to say,
"Don't run out into
traffic and get hit,
but if you do,
put on a show."
That's very interesting advice.
Very interesting.
Where do your parents live now?
My mother put a steak
knife in my father's throat.
She walked out into traffic.
Got hit.
I didn't mean to pry.
It was her birthday.
She didn't have a chance
to put on a show.
It all just seems so...
Fucked up.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I...
I feel like my life has
just, like, been a giant
sick play
that I just keep watching
and watching,
and I forget that...
That I'm in the cast.
Like I'm the lead.
I don't... I do not know
what to say.
Um,
but my... my
sister is, um,
she's pregnant.
Yeah, so, the family's gonna
be getting a little bigger,
which is great.
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Um, you, though,
you're an only child, right?
Uh, what?
That's, um...
That's what you said
in your... emails.
Yeah, yeah.
World doesn't need more of me.
Don't get too close.
This isn't even real.
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Patrick?
Where'd you go?
Were you even here?
Can we just meet tonight
at Katy Daley's?
7 p.m.
This phone? No, no way.
There's nothing I can
do there, I'm afraid.
I can't help you.
Shit. Hi!
I wasn't following you.
Uh, hey, um,
Shelby! Shelby, this is, um...
- Emmy.
- I know your name.
Shelby lives in my building.
Cool. Cool.
Hi, Shelby who lives
in the building.
Yeah, um, we were
I had forgotten that she
and I had breakfast plans,
and she took me
to the most amazing breakfast.
It was wildly mediocre.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I
I wasn't meaning to
intrude, I just saw you.
Who are you?
My great-grandfather
knew Patrick's
great-grandfather.
Look, I was
just walking Shelby back,
so if you wanna like just,
um, hang tight here,
we're gonna... I'll be back.
Okay, uh, yeah.
Gotta stop meeting like this.
Yeah, so like a pound shop is
basically just a dollar store.
Knickknacks, paddy whacks.
I never would've guessed that.
Thank you.
I didn't know
when I first saw it.
Do you like black pudding?
I don't know what that is.
It's like pudding
but with like cereal
and, uh, pig's blood I think,
and barley groats or some shit.
Come to think of it, I don't
know if I like black pudding.
Anyway, that place right
there, that serves black
pudding.
Oh, this way.
See that house right over there?
You don't
have to give me a tour.
I find that it's
my obligation to do so.
That is the house
of Foster Feenie.
This is the part
where you say like...
- Who's Foster Feenie?
- So glad you asked!
So, uh, Foster Feenie
was this tailor...
- Great story. - And he loved
his little brother
more than anyone
in the whole world
except for his wife Rose.
- That just sounds like...
- Nice?
See, now, Foster realized
that it was anything but nice
when, one day, he walks home
and his wife was spread eagle
with his baby brother's
tongue between her legs.
So Foster flips out and he grabs
one of these huge
tailoring needles,
and he just jams it, jams it,
right in his little
brother's eye socket,
and it goes
right into his brain.
Dead on sight, right?
And then his wife's like,
"No, Foster, please don't!
Don't, Foster, no!
Foster, no, no, no!
And he gets her
right in the heart,
blood is splattering everywhere
and Foster's covered in blood,
and he's just bleeding
everywhere,
and she gets covered in blood,
he gets covered in blood, and...
Shit.
I'm sorry, uh,
I forgot about what
you told me last night
and I was...
I wasn't even thinking.
It's... it's fine.
My mom didn't use
a sewing needle, so
I shouldn't have
been telling that story.
What happened next?
No, come on.
Finish what you started.
I'm not gonna finish the story.
Are you sure?
Okay, um...
Okay, so, Foster, being
the good tailor that he was,
decides that he wanted to
stitch the lovers back together.
- He sewed them?
- Yeah,
but in the last memory
that he had of them,
naked with his brother's
mouth between her legs.
He grabs them and drags
them out to the front porch
and grabs a spot of tea
while all the neighbors look on
in horror as they see
the naked, bloody adulterers,
just stitched up together.
That's grotesque.
Some say that,
uh, Rose never even met.
Foster's younger brother,
that Foster just...
Anyway, that's where
he used to live.
- I call bullshit.
- No, true story.
Swear to God.
Heard it from this guy Ed
at the pub.
Okay, then you're full of shit.
No, I mean,
yes, I am full of shit,
but this guy Ed,
he's a real stand-up guy.
We would call
him Honest Ed
if his nickname
weren't Horseface Ed.
'Cause he's got a horse face.
No, I got it. Face.
I was just
trying to break the ice.
By running out on me?
No, I meant right now.
Were you even thinking of me?
This morning?
When you were inside of me.
Yes, I was thinking of
Jesus Christ.
Okay, God, uh...
Yeah, I was.
I just had
somewhere to be.
So you didn't
intend on going home with me.
If I had, what
kind of person would I be?
Do you wanna be with that guy?
Hey, you want the truth?
- It doesn't matter!
- It matters to me.
No, it's fine, Patrick.
It's fine, 'cause this
was never gonna end well.
That's not fair.
- That's not fair.
- Right, well, I didn't search
you out so that I can give
a shit about you.
We were drunk last night.
- So?
- So I wanted information
from you, and I didn't get it.
Okay. Okay, okay.
You wanna know why
I left this morning?
You...
Are an asshole.
World-class asshole.
Oh, Michael.
You're always so fucking early.
Is that what it's like
in the States?
You have to be a shining
fucking star of timeliness?
I was hungry and you are late.
What happened to you last night?
I met someone.
No.
You brilliant asshole.
Who is she?
My great-grandfather
knew Patrick's
great-grandfather.
Look, I was
just walking Shelby back,
so if you wanna like just,
um, hang tight here,
we're gonna... I'll be back.
- Okay, uh, yeah.
- Yeah.
Who the fuck is Patrick?
It's what some people call me.
No, they fucking don't!
So you picked the only
Yankee in all of Gorey.
She's pretty, though.
- Yeah.
- A bit gawky.
Kind of an odd duck.
- You think?
- Well, see for yourself.
She's stalking us.
I just saw her
sitting there, and, like,
I couldn't not say
something, you know?
Great story.
What's the move?
There is none.
Oh, don't go
getting your knickers in a
twist.
Look, we've got fucking
roaches in the walls.
Every time I go to turn
my lights on,
it's like a fucking stampede.
I left an iced coffee
in the fridge the other day.
Swear to God, they drank it.
She's not gonna
clean your flat for you.
No, but she's American.
- She's got...
- I'm American.
Oh, you're an
emotional train wreck.
You're the equivalent
of wearing a rabbit suit
that covers your whole body.
Do you even
track what you're saying?
Look, this could be good for us.
For you. We are flat broke.
Yeah, I didn't come
from the States to rob people.
No, no, you
came here to quit drinking,
to sober up, in Ireland.
You're a fucking idiot.
Okay, I'm sorry.
- I didn't mean that.
- You know it's more than that.
You got your
heart stomped on. I get it.
Now you've come here
and you're wondering,
"Oh, what am I doing?
Am I good enough?
How can I be better
than I am right now?"
You done yet?
I don't know
what will make you happy,
but I do know
what can make us some money.
- No.
- Look, nobody's got
any work for you.
Do you want to sell your
poetry out in the street?
Do you want to become
a scrounger?
Don't let the last time
soil your vagina.
People get hurt.
Oh, if life was a movie,
that could be its tagline.
Or, fucked-up people
fuck people up.
That's actually better.
Listen, she thinks
you're somebody else.
This could not be more perfect.
Just take her out tonight.
Mix this in her drink.
When she conks out,
text me the address.
I'll do the rest.
Who's this Patrick guy anyway?
- I don't know.
- If he's rich and confident,
maybe you should just be him.
I left this morning because
I looked at you.
I watched you, and...
not in a... not in a creepy way,
but like, I watched you,
and you were serene and calm,
and I smelled you, and...
Did you smell
me in a creepy way?
Yeah. Yeah,
I think that's the only
way to smell someone.
I didn't mean to say that.
I...
Look, I just got scared, is all.
That you were
gonna miss your date.
No, no. No, no, no.
I got scared because I
I don't think I'm a good person,
and, uh, I didn't want
to hurt you.
I wish the sun would come out.
My mom always said that sunshine
was the best disinfectant.
It held everybody accountable.
It's gonna rain.
It always rains.
Then it doesn't matter.
Do you wanna go somewhere?
You're changing the subject.
Yeah.
So, uh, these all your friends?
Want to introduce
you to my great-grandfather.
John Morda.
1900-1930.
Do you know how he died?
He went crazy.
Killed all his farm
animals and was found
out on the side of the
road with his head split open.
He died on his birthday.
Okay.
What were your parents like?
I don't know.
Quiet, I guess.
Aren't you a writer?
Aren't you...
supposed to be able
to articulate life?
I mean, I write street poetry.
I, uh, just use metaphor
to sort through the
thoughts that keep me up at
night.
Do people
make fun of you
when you say "street
poetry," or...
That just me?
Mostly you.
You know that
Airbnb that I'm staying at?
Yeah, the one
with the shitty electricity?
Yeah.
Belonged to
my great-grandfather.
You really are taking
the grand tour of your past,
huh?
Yeah.
They've been trying
to rent it out for years,
but nobody ever stays
longer than a year.
And when he died,
they moved his body
to this town.
They thought
it was cursed.
Yeah, there's no such thing.
What, as curses?
Good luck,
bad luck,
spirituality.
Look around.
I'm sorry.
For earlier.
It's okay.
Seriously, I'm the one
who should be sorry, I
I shouldn't have left you
this morning.
Whoa!
You know, when I, um
when I first woke up
this morning,
I thought that I made you up.
Do I feel real now?
I emailed you.
I know.
Like, this morning.
I didn't
get it. What'd it say?
I didn't want
things to end that way,
to meet me at the bar
for a do-over.
But then I found you.
Pretty good luck.
I am desperately trying
to figure you out.
Sometimes I'm happy,
but with my birthday
coming up...
What scares
you about your birthday?
Everything.
Constantly haunted
by the voices of my family.
Pressuring you?
You're looking
at me like I'm crazy.
I wasn't, I
I thought by now I'd be
like some big writer
or... a husband
or maybe even a father,
made some kind of impact
on the world or anyone.
Every time I hit
a fork in the road,
I choose the wrong path.
Um, let's talk
about something else.
I just, I feel like screaming
all the time.
Do you want to scream right now?
So when's your birthday?
Tonight at midnight.
It's coming up.
You're not
picking up your phone,
and it's freaking me out.
This has gone too far, Em,
and I keep looking online.
I can't find shit about...
Everything they told us
was a lie.
Just, please, don't trust
a word he says
and pick up the fucking phone.
Do you ever get anything
stuck in your head?
Like a thought?
No.
No, like a word,
or a sound.
My monstrous list of
fuck-ups usually just runs on
repeat.
Why? What's polluting your mind?
It's like
a sound, like
like water dripping on a faucet
or a pipe, you know?
It's like...
My mom used to repeat words.
Yeah, it was almost like she...
She had Tourette's or something,
but it wasn't that.
She would... she would sit
both me and my sister down
and say,
"Ants, ants, ants, ants."
Or she'd... she'd wander
around the house mumbling...
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My sister didn't know
what the fuck
she was talking about.
But I did.
Just kind of like...
I know about your parents.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to just blurt that out.
I just... I
I stumbled... I stumbled
upon your family's line
when I was researching mine.
And, um...
You know, they
say dredging up the past
is kind of like
beating a dead horse.
At the end of the day,
you're still just beating
a dead horse, you know?
Yeah, but... but I...
Your... your great-grandfather,
he had some disagreement
with my great-grandfather.
Do you know... do you know
anything about that?
I hate to sound
like a broken record, but no.
I don't.
I know.
I know, I just
I was just hoping
that you could...
You could shed a little
light because I think
I don't know what to tell you.
Okay?
Whatever it is
you're going through,
you just have to
move on, okay?
Can I hear some of your poetry?
Can I, um, can I just...
Can I hear some of your poetry?
Not now, Emmy, no.
I know, I
know, but I just, um...
Come on, please, Patrick.
Please distract me.
I want you to take my mind
off these thoughts.
Come on, Patrick.
"I wanted a life intertwined,
but with my own rope
I tied you down.
Now you're gone,
leaving me the clown.
Though this makeup
shows a smile,
all the while I'm the punchline.
I'm not fine,
although I try to be.
You tried your best,
but I failed to see.
I couldn't fix you.
You sure as hell
couldn't fix me.
Only I can change my ways,
but I spend my days
spinning like a compass
that can't find true north.
If things go south
with such ease
that I'm not pleased
with myself,
it's a disease for me.
I'm trying to find
the keys to my heart,
but there's no ignition
when my soul is in remission
because I can't grant
myself permission
"to move on."
You know, they say the...
hardest part about being alive
is feeling responsible
for those who are dead.
I'm gonna check this place out.
Hey.
You've got balls in your ears.
Why are you ignoring me?
Are you feeling an itch?
Take out a knife,
cut your skin open,
and leave your face out to dry.
Do it.
Do it!
Hang your face out to dry.
Um, I... I bought you a drink.
Figured you could use
one of these.
Hey, uh, I need
to tell you something.
The world is going to end.
Your coat's on the floor.
You okay?
Your great-grandfather
killed his animals.
Your grandfather
shot himself in the head.
Your... your
mother killed your father.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
I got you a drink.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad!
They've all gone mad!
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
- Some...
- It's okay.
Uh, there's this...
No, no, no, no, no,
it's not, no.
Calm down,
you're fine, you're fine.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hey, hey, hey,
you're okay.
I got you.
- Leave.
- Just relax.
Breathe into this.
Just breathe into this,
hey, hey, hey.
Breathe into this.
Okay, there you go,
there you go.
You're burning up.
You're burning up.
I need... I need air.
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Please stop!
Is this a bad time?
There's no need
to be frightened.
Do I know you?
I don't believe you do.
There's... there's
someone inside.
My boyfriend.
He's... he's bit.
Yes, there's a guy,
but he's small.
A little dog.
My father built that house
over there, over the road.
And my family have lived
on this land for decades.
Patrick's family lived there.
I know who you are.
- Who am I?
- You're Emmy Warder.
And this town
hasn't been the same
since your grandfather
left Ireland.
My father always thought
your mother would come back,
but she never did.
I read about
what happened to her.
But I knew you'd come
to see for yourself.
And every time someone
comes to rent this cottage...
I hope it's you.
I know what you're capable of!
Yeah, but it wasn't her fault!
That's always
the excuse of life, isn't it?
Someone else is always
to blame, right?
It's ten
minutes till your birthday.
What the fuck are you doing, Em?
Because I can... I
can... I can feel the change.
Nothing.
Nothing is the same.
You don't have to do this. Emmy!
I'm fine.
No.
No, no, it's not...
It's not what you did.
It's what he did.
Your family cursed mine.
Yeah.
My... my great...
My great-grandfather
at 30.
And then my grandfather,
and then my mother.
Your family!
Your family did this.
Emmy! Relax.
Look at me, look at me.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
You think we're not
capable of the worst things?
That we have
to be capable.
No!
Emmy! Emmy.
- But I have to do this.
- Mm-mm!
Yeah, I have
to do this for my sister.
But it's not... it's not.
It's for my sister and her kid.
I have to do this
for my sister and her kid.
Unlock, unlock, unlock,
unlock, unlock, unlock.
Unlock.
Whatever I did,
I'm sorry, whatever I did.
If I end the
bloodline, it'll end the curse.
The end, end, end, end,
end, end, end, end
I lied.
- I lied to you.
- No.
I lied to you!
I'm not him! I'm not Patrick!
I'm not Patrick!
Unlock.
Unlock.
The past gives a middle
finger to the future.
Unlock.
It's always haunted me...
Thought of getting older.
So I took fate
into my own hands.
And everything
got a little fucked up.
What the hell are you doing?
Have you not been looking
at your phone?
'Cause if you
had, Michael,
then you'd realize
I'd been texting you.
You better have a good excuse.
I'm gonna keep
video messaging you
until you answer.
You wouldn't believe
the night I just had.
Met this guy. Short thing.
Kind of looked like a
penguin, but weird and
aggressive
like most dates tend to get.
And the idiot takes
a drink and...
Jackpot.
He also has a very nice
collection of sneakers
or hats.
Michael, and don't go
giving me any more bullshit,
like, "Oh, this one
is not like the others.
Really, if you just took
the time to get to know her,
you'd see that
she's so different."
I'm...
Oh, hold on.
Okay, I've just seen your text.
Be right there.
Save some fun for me.
Unlock.
Unlock.
The past gives a
middle finger to the future.
Unlock.
It's always haunting me.
Thought of getting older.
Unlock.
Ending up like my parents.
Unlock.
So I took
fate into my own hands
and everything
got a little fucked up.
drag me from my
Hi.
You don't know me.
My name is Emmy.
I'm an American.
Don't hold that
against me though.
My family is from Gorey
and I think our paths
may have been intertwined,
to say the least.
I was wondering,
are you the Patrick Sullivan
whose family
used to live on Thistle Lane?
Hi. It's me. Again.
I don't mean to harass you
but my situation is
a little precarious,
a bit life or death.
I know this
isn't the normal message
you'd get from a stranger.
Smiley face.
Hello, Emmy. I am
Patrick Sullivan
and my family did used
to live on Thistle Lane.
Not gonna lie, I lost my
breath when I read your last
message.
It's really you.
Now I'm left with
so many questions to ask.
It might be better
to do it in person.
I'm actually planning
a trip there.
To Gorey.
All right.
You've captured my curiosity.
Let's meet.
Then grab a drink
when you arrive.
Maybe I can answer some
of your queries of the past.
You made this?
That was my mother's.
It's very beautiful.
You from the States?
My family's originally
from Gorey.
So
Figured it was time
I paid it a visit.
And you
still have loved ones here?
I am meeting someone though.
Guess you could say
an old family friend.
What's this mean?
"May the cat eat you.
And may the devil eat the cat."
- Shit!
- I am so sorry!
- Oh, it's fine!
- Oh, oh.
- That's my bad.
- It's fine, man. Sorry.
- Um...
- Are you American?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's...
Oh.
- Are you...
- I'm waiting for someone.
- So...
- Yeah. Yeah.
I'm waiting for somebody too.
Cool.
Wait.
Patrick?
Were you expecting someone else?
No, I... I'm just...
Hello, Emmy. Hello, Emmy.
Hello, Emmy.
I am Patrick Sullivan
and my family did
I'm confused.
You've captured my
curiosity. Let's meet.
Sorry for the poor introduction.
Cheers.
Okay, so I am...
Yeah, I was... I
was expecting...
- An Irish brogue.
- Yes.
Yeah, I completely get it.
Whenever I open my mouth
in Ireland,
people are very disappointed.
But I've grown very
accustomed to it.
Mm.
Mm.
- Sorry, I...
- I bet you I can guess
what you're thinking.
- No, I don't think you
can. - I think I can guess.
- I don't think...
- You're thinking,
"Why don't we forgo
these ineffectual expectations
and just focus on the
truth of this moment right now,"
which is that you're out
of beer and I'm out of beer.
Yeah, I'm wearing
the other half of that, so...
- That is my fault.
- I'm pretty aware of that.
Come on. You wanna go somewhere?
What? What?
What, you
didn't travel all this way
to hang out at this bar,
did you?
Trust me, I'm an excellent
guide to the city.
You know, I just...
Shit!
Your purse has a hole in it.
- Yeah, I know.
- Okay.
You know, they used
to serve peanuts here.
It was awesome,
there was this guy though
who choked
on one of 'em one day, died.
Ruined it for the rest of us.
Okay.
There's a reason
why I wanted to meet you.
Because you
wanted to hear more stories
about people being
murdered by food?
- I understand.
- No. No.
Good, 'cause
I have no more stories
about people being
murdered by food.
Our great-grandfathers
used to have farms
right next to each other.
And I
I was hoping that
you could, you know
shed some light on that.
Okay.
Like a hundred years ago
is what we're talking about.
Yeah, I know, I know it's a...
- Unfortunately, I wasn't
there. - I know.
Okay, I know.
I know it's stupid, right?
But... I think that
something happened.
I'm sorry, I...
I mean, my folks, my whole family,
they just weren't very
open about that kind of stuff.
Yeah, but they...
they must have told you something.
I do know that
my ancestors are from here.
- Right.
- But that's it.
But that's why you moved back.
You'd say,
"Moved back," I'd say,
I'm from Philly
and I moved here.
Okay. It's... it's cool.
No, no, no,
what, are you just gonna leave?
Yeah, I am, because
I researched so much, okay?
- It's okay.
- I've researched so...
You're... you are
Patrick Sullivan, right?
Your family's from Gorey?
Yes.
Yeah.
When you first looked up at me
there was a flicker.
It was like a very brisk
moment, but it was there.
I'm gonna get us more drinks.
Stay right there.
Tell me what you know about me.
What? Is this like
a quiz or something?
Mm-hm.
Something like that.
- Hi.
- Um
I don't know, you're not on
you're not on
social media.
- Okay.
- Which I would find weird
if I was on social media.
- But you're not.
- No.
So let's just
treat it like it's 1999.
Do those things scare you?
Hmm, okay.
Our
great-great-grandfathers lived
next to each other.
Go deeper.
I don't know, we
didn't really get deep on Gmail.
What's my favorite movie?
What?
That's the
deepest question I can think of.
Yeah, but how would I know that?
- What my favorite movie
is? - Yeah.
I don't know, inference.
Context clues.
Sherlock Holmes stuff.
You can tell a lot about
a person
by their favorite movies,
books, songs.
- Okay.
- Mm-hm.
- What's your favorite
movie? - Thank you for asking.
Um...
Godfather II.
- First is better.
- Ah.
I used to watch old movies
with my dad all the time, so.
Ah.
What's your favorite song?
- I don't have one. - You don't
have a favorite song?
No, I
I guess it was
just never important.
It's very important.
Imagine you're on your death bed
and your doctor comes
and is like,
- "Hey, what's your..."
- What color are the sheets?
- Of the death bed?
- Yeah, you said,
imagine I'm on my death bed,
so what color are the sheets?
Okay, um... dark purple.
Okay.
Okay, so you're
on this dark purple death bed
and your doctor walks in
and he says,
"You can only listen to one song
"and one song only," what is it?
I mean, this is like
the last sound
that's gonna penetrate
your ears before you die.
I mean,
this is your last chorus,
your last bridge,
harmony, melody.
- Solo.
- "Cold Coffee."
By the Forget-Nots.
- I don't think I know
that one. - Yeah, you do.
- I don't.
- Yeah, you do.
Yes, you do, it's like...
- How...
- You know it!
- How would I know that
song? - No, yeah, it's...
Yeah, this is
a hook, this is a hook.
- What!
- What!
I don't know this song at all.
Good improvisation though.
- What?
- Very nice.
If it was me, I would have
chosen, like,
a Rolling Stones song
or some Irish band.
Okay. Well,
I'll... you know what?
I'll ask the doctor
if I can have an encore.
Someone's in here.
Someone's in here!
Are you okay?
What the fuck? Close the door!
What is wrong with you?
That's just how
it is out here, ya know?
One second it's raining,
next second...
How long you in town for?
I don't know yet.
What do you
do back in the States?
What is it you do?
Oh, turning it back around.
I respect that. Um
I get fired a lot.
Okay, what is
it that you want to do?
Not get fired.
Make money, I don't know.
I write street poetry.
It's stupid,
it's just a hobby but, you know.
- I wanna hear it.
- No.
Not gonna do it for you.
- Yeah, I wanna hear it.
- Uh-huh.
I'm gonna look
like a jerk.
Good thing
you can't see yourself.
"The fate that you fa... ".
"The fate that you failed
to manipulate,
you had it great but you..."
"The fate that you failed
to manipulate,
you had it great
but you failed to communicate.
Now irate because
I'm possessive,
my needs are excessive,
and I'm obsessive?
Well, I'm sorry I'm obsessed
but you get what you manifest.
You are what you think,
you are what you eat,
you are what you dream.
But I scream inside.
I try to think my way out
but the more I think,
the more I sink.
I take one blink
like I'm on the brink
of something better
but it never gets better.
It only gets wetter
because I'm still sinking.
I was a kid who dreamed
of being someone.
I was a kid
who dreamed of being someone.
I was a kid who dreamed
of being someone!
The more I sink
"the less I think
there's any way out."
Okay, let's go.
- Shit. Don't be
embarrassed. - No, it's just a
work
in progress. It doesn't matter.
No, it's fine. Please,
just don't worry about it.
What?
Play me a song.
I'm a way worse singer.
Pull out your
phone and play me... a song.
Do you have a
specific request or genre that
you prefer?
Just play your favorite...
- My favorite.
- Patrick.
Hope you like heavy metal.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
Can we...
Can we talk about what happened?
- What happened?
- That thing you just did.
Like... the backbend, the
hair flowing in the moonlight.
Okay, um...
you said that your family was all buried
in one gravesite in Gorey.
Sorry. Sorry, we don't...
Right, we don't have to talk...
Let's pretend like we just met.
- We did, Patrick.
- Yeah. Good, that's right.
Uh, but like, just beyond
all the emails and everything.
Pretend like
they didn't even happen.
- Okay. Done.
- Yeah.
What gets under your skin?
This question.
So you can ask
the questions but you can't
answer them.
Yeah!
- Yes, something like
that. - Hm.
Maybe I'm...
I'm scared I won't
know the answers.
That I haven't...
spent enough time with myself.
Also, cardboard.
- Cardboard?
- Cardboard.
I hate the texture.
It's
I can't really describe
it, I just hate it.
I hate it, I hate it!
I hate the texture of cardboard.
- I said it.
- Okay.
So opening Christmas gifts
must be a fucking
nightmare for you.
Well, I don't particularly
like Christmas, so...
- Wow.
- What?
It was a pleasure meeting you.
I thank you so much
for the wine.
- It was so nice.
- Oh, yeah, right.
No, no!
Okay, yeah, right.
- What?
- Okay, Christmas,
along with many other
holidays, it was just created
so that we could
appreciate our family, right?
Yeah.
Do you not appreciate
your family?
I appreciate my little sister.
But not your parents?
Um... when I was little
my mom
she used to say,
"Don't run out into
traffic and get hit,
but if you do,
put on a show."
That's very interesting advice.
Very interesting.
Where do your parents live now?
My mother put a steak
knife in my father's throat.
She walked out into traffic.
Got hit.
I didn't mean to pry.
It was her birthday.
She didn't have a chance
to put on a show.
It all just seems so...
Fucked up.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I...
I feel like my life has
just, like, been a giant
sick play
that I just keep watching
and watching,
and I forget that...
That I'm in the cast.
Like I'm the lead.
I don't... I do not know
what to say.
Um,
but my... my
sister is, um,
she's pregnant.
Yeah, so, the family's gonna
be getting a little bigger,
which is great.
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Um, you, though,
you're an only child, right?
Uh, what?
That's, um...
That's what you said
in your... emails.
Yeah, yeah.
World doesn't need more of me.
Don't get too close.
This isn't even real.
Fuck!
Unlock.
Unlock.
Unlock!
Patrick?
Where'd you go?
Were you even here?
Can we just meet tonight
at Katy Daley's?
7 p.m.
This phone? No, no way.
There's nothing I can
do there, I'm afraid.
I can't help you.
Shit. Hi!
I wasn't following you.
Uh, hey, um,
Shelby! Shelby, this is, um...
- Emmy.
- I know your name.
Shelby lives in my building.
Cool. Cool.
Hi, Shelby who lives
in the building.
Yeah, um, we were
I had forgotten that she
and I had breakfast plans,
and she took me
to the most amazing breakfast.
It was wildly mediocre.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I
I wasn't meaning to
intrude, I just saw you.
Who are you?
My great-grandfather
knew Patrick's
great-grandfather.
Look, I was
just walking Shelby back,
so if you wanna like just,
um, hang tight here,
we're gonna... I'll be back.
Okay, uh, yeah.
Gotta stop meeting like this.
Yeah, so like a pound shop is
basically just a dollar store.
Knickknacks, paddy whacks.
I never would've guessed that.
Thank you.
I didn't know
when I first saw it.
Do you like black pudding?
I don't know what that is.
It's like pudding
but with like cereal
and, uh, pig's blood I think,
and barley groats or some shit.
Come to think of it, I don't
know if I like black pudding.
Anyway, that place right
there, that serves black
pudding.
Oh, this way.
See that house right over there?
You don't
have to give me a tour.
I find that it's
my obligation to do so.
That is the house
of Foster Feenie.
This is the part
where you say like...
- Who's Foster Feenie?
- So glad you asked!
So, uh, Foster Feenie
was this tailor...
- Great story. - And he loved
his little brother
more than anyone
in the whole world
except for his wife Rose.
- That just sounds like...
- Nice?
See, now, Foster realized
that it was anything but nice
when, one day, he walks home
and his wife was spread eagle
with his baby brother's
tongue between her legs.
So Foster flips out and he grabs
one of these huge
tailoring needles,
and he just jams it, jams it,
right in his little
brother's eye socket,
and it goes
right into his brain.
Dead on sight, right?
And then his wife's like,
"No, Foster, please don't!
Don't, Foster, no!
Foster, no, no, no!
And he gets her
right in the heart,
blood is splattering everywhere
and Foster's covered in blood,
and he's just bleeding
everywhere,
and she gets covered in blood,
he gets covered in blood, and...
Shit.
I'm sorry, uh,
I forgot about what
you told me last night
and I was...
I wasn't even thinking.
It's... it's fine.
My mom didn't use
a sewing needle, so
I shouldn't have
been telling that story.
What happened next?
No, come on.
Finish what you started.
I'm not gonna finish the story.
Are you sure?
Okay, um...
Okay, so, Foster, being
the good tailor that he was,
decides that he wanted to
stitch the lovers back together.
- He sewed them?
- Yeah,
but in the last memory
that he had of them,
naked with his brother's
mouth between her legs.
He grabs them and drags
them out to the front porch
and grabs a spot of tea
while all the neighbors look on
in horror as they see
the naked, bloody adulterers,
just stitched up together.
That's grotesque.
Some say that,
uh, Rose never even met.
Foster's younger brother,
that Foster just...
Anyway, that's where
he used to live.
- I call bullshit.
- No, true story.
Swear to God.
Heard it from this guy Ed
at the pub.
Okay, then you're full of shit.
No, I mean,
yes, I am full of shit,
but this guy Ed,
he's a real stand-up guy.
We would call
him Honest Ed
if his nickname
weren't Horseface Ed.
'Cause he's got a horse face.
No, I got it. Face.
I was just
trying to break the ice.
By running out on me?
No, I meant right now.
Were you even thinking of me?
This morning?
When you were inside of me.
Yes, I was thinking of
Jesus Christ.
Okay, God, uh...
Yeah, I was.
I just had
somewhere to be.
So you didn't
intend on going home with me.
If I had, what
kind of person would I be?
Do you wanna be with that guy?
Hey, you want the truth?
- It doesn't matter!
- It matters to me.
No, it's fine, Patrick.
It's fine, 'cause this
was never gonna end well.
That's not fair.
- That's not fair.
- Right, well, I didn't search
you out so that I can give
a shit about you.
We were drunk last night.
- So?
- So I wanted information
from you, and I didn't get it.
Okay. Okay, okay.
You wanna know why
I left this morning?
You...
Are an asshole.
World-class asshole.
Oh, Michael.
You're always so fucking early.
Is that what it's like
in the States?
You have to be a shining
fucking star of timeliness?
I was hungry and you are late.
What happened to you last night?
I met someone.
No.
You brilliant asshole.
Who is she?
My great-grandfather
knew Patrick's
great-grandfather.
Look, I was
just walking Shelby back,
so if you wanna like just,
um, hang tight here,
we're gonna... I'll be back.
- Okay, uh, yeah.
- Yeah.
Who the fuck is Patrick?
It's what some people call me.
No, they fucking don't!
So you picked the only
Yankee in all of Gorey.
She's pretty, though.
- Yeah.
- A bit gawky.
Kind of an odd duck.
- You think?
- Well, see for yourself.
She's stalking us.
I just saw her
sitting there, and, like,
I couldn't not say
something, you know?
Great story.
What's the move?
There is none.
Oh, don't go
getting your knickers in a
twist.
Look, we've got fucking
roaches in the walls.
Every time I go to turn
my lights on,
it's like a fucking stampede.
I left an iced coffee
in the fridge the other day.
Swear to God, they drank it.
She's not gonna
clean your flat for you.
No, but she's American.
- She's got...
- I'm American.
Oh, you're an
emotional train wreck.
You're the equivalent
of wearing a rabbit suit
that covers your whole body.
Do you even
track what you're saying?
Look, this could be good for us.
For you. We are flat broke.
Yeah, I didn't come
from the States to rob people.
No, no, you
came here to quit drinking,
to sober up, in Ireland.
You're a fucking idiot.
Okay, I'm sorry.
- I didn't mean that.
- You know it's more than that.
You got your
heart stomped on. I get it.
Now you've come here
and you're wondering,
"Oh, what am I doing?
Am I good enough?
How can I be better
than I am right now?"
You done yet?
I don't know
what will make you happy,
but I do know
what can make us some money.
- No.
- Look, nobody's got
any work for you.
Do you want to sell your
poetry out in the street?
Do you want to become
a scrounger?
Don't let the last time
soil your vagina.
People get hurt.
Oh, if life was a movie,
that could be its tagline.
Or, fucked-up people
fuck people up.
That's actually better.
Listen, she thinks
you're somebody else.
This could not be more perfect.
Just take her out tonight.
Mix this in her drink.
When she conks out,
text me the address.
I'll do the rest.
Who's this Patrick guy anyway?
- I don't know.
- If he's rich and confident,
maybe you should just be him.
I left this morning because
I looked at you.
I watched you, and...
not in a... not in a creepy way,
but like, I watched you,
and you were serene and calm,
and I smelled you, and...
Did you smell
me in a creepy way?
Yeah. Yeah,
I think that's the only
way to smell someone.
I didn't mean to say that.
I...
Look, I just got scared, is all.
That you were
gonna miss your date.
No, no. No, no, no.
I got scared because I
I don't think I'm a good person,
and, uh, I didn't want
to hurt you.
I wish the sun would come out.
My mom always said that sunshine
was the best disinfectant.
It held everybody accountable.
It's gonna rain.
It always rains.
Then it doesn't matter.
Do you wanna go somewhere?
You're changing the subject.
Yeah.
So, uh, these all your friends?
Want to introduce
you to my great-grandfather.
John Morda.
1900-1930.
Do you know how he died?
He went crazy.
Killed all his farm
animals and was found
out on the side of the
road with his head split open.
He died on his birthday.
Okay.
What were your parents like?
I don't know.
Quiet, I guess.
Aren't you a writer?
Aren't you...
supposed to be able
to articulate life?
I mean, I write street poetry.
I, uh, just use metaphor
to sort through the
thoughts that keep me up at
night.
Do people
make fun of you
when you say "street
poetry," or...
That just me?
Mostly you.
You know that
Airbnb that I'm staying at?
Yeah, the one
with the shitty electricity?
Yeah.
Belonged to
my great-grandfather.
You really are taking
the grand tour of your past,
huh?
Yeah.
They've been trying
to rent it out for years,
but nobody ever stays
longer than a year.
And when he died,
they moved his body
to this town.
They thought
it was cursed.
Yeah, there's no such thing.
What, as curses?
Good luck,
bad luck,
spirituality.
Look around.
I'm sorry.
For earlier.
It's okay.
Seriously, I'm the one
who should be sorry, I
I shouldn't have left you
this morning.
Whoa!
You know, when I, um
when I first woke up
this morning,
I thought that I made you up.
Do I feel real now?
I emailed you.
I know.
Like, this morning.
I didn't
get it. What'd it say?
I didn't want
things to end that way,
to meet me at the bar
for a do-over.
But then I found you.
Pretty good luck.
I am desperately trying
to figure you out.
Sometimes I'm happy,
but with my birthday
coming up...
What scares
you about your birthday?
Everything.
Constantly haunted
by the voices of my family.
Pressuring you?
You're looking
at me like I'm crazy.
I wasn't, I
I thought by now I'd be
like some big writer
or... a husband
or maybe even a father,
made some kind of impact
on the world or anyone.
Every time I hit
a fork in the road,
I choose the wrong path.
Um, let's talk
about something else.
I just, I feel like screaming
all the time.
Do you want to scream right now?
So when's your birthday?
Tonight at midnight.
It's coming up.
You're not
picking up your phone,
and it's freaking me out.
This has gone too far, Em,
and I keep looking online.
I can't find shit about...
Everything they told us
was a lie.
Just, please, don't trust
a word he says
and pick up the fucking phone.
Do you ever get anything
stuck in your head?
Like a thought?
No.
No, like a word,
or a sound.
My monstrous list of
fuck-ups usually just runs on
repeat.
Why? What's polluting your mind?
It's like
a sound, like
like water dripping on a faucet
or a pipe, you know?
It's like...
My mom used to repeat words.
Yeah, it was almost like she...
She had Tourette's or something,
but it wasn't that.
She would... she would sit
both me and my sister down
and say,
"Ants, ants, ants, ants."
Or she'd... she'd wander
around the house mumbling...
- Unlock.
- Unlock.
- Unlock.
- Unlock.
Unlock.
My sister didn't know
what the fuck
she was talking about.
But I did.
Just kind of like...
I know about your parents.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to just blurt that out.
I just... I
I stumbled... I stumbled
upon your family's line
when I was researching mine.
And, um...
You know, they
say dredging up the past
is kind of like
beating a dead horse.
At the end of the day,
you're still just beating
a dead horse, you know?
Yeah, but... but I...
Your... your great-grandfather,
he had some disagreement
with my great-grandfather.
Do you know... do you know
anything about that?
I hate to sound
like a broken record, but no.
I don't.
I know.
I know, I just
I was just hoping
that you could...
You could shed a little
light because I think
I don't know what to tell you.
Okay?
Whatever it is
you're going through,
you just have to
move on, okay?
Can I hear some of your poetry?
Can I, um, can I just...
Can I hear some of your poetry?
Not now, Emmy, no.
I know, I
know, but I just, um...
Come on, please, Patrick.
Please distract me.
I want you to take my mind
off these thoughts.
Come on, Patrick.
"I wanted a life intertwined,
but with my own rope
I tied you down.
Now you're gone,
leaving me the clown.
Though this makeup
shows a smile,
all the while I'm the punchline.
I'm not fine,
although I try to be.
You tried your best,
but I failed to see.
I couldn't fix you.
You sure as hell
couldn't fix me.
Only I can change my ways,
but I spend my days
spinning like a compass
that can't find true north.
If things go south
with such ease
that I'm not pleased
with myself,
it's a disease for me.
I'm trying to find
the keys to my heart,
but there's no ignition
when my soul is in remission
because I can't grant
myself permission
"to move on."
You know, they say the...
hardest part about being alive
is feeling responsible
for those who are dead.
I'm gonna check this place out.
Hey.
You've got balls in your ears.
Why are you ignoring me?
Are you feeling an itch?
Take out a knife,
cut your skin open,
and leave your face out to dry.
Do it.
Do it!
Hang your face out to dry.
Um, I... I bought you a drink.
Figured you could use
one of these.
Hey, uh, I need
to tell you something.
The world is going to end.
Your coat's on the floor.
You okay?
Your great-grandfather
killed his animals.
Your grandfather
shot himself in the head.
Your... your
mother killed your father.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
I got you a drink.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad!
They've all gone mad!
They've all gone mad.
They've all gone mad.
- Some...
- It's okay.
Uh, there's this...
No, no, no, no, no,
it's not, no.
Calm down,
you're fine, you're fine.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hey, hey, hey,
you're okay.
I got you.
- Leave.
- Just relax.
Breathe into this.
Just breathe into this,
hey, hey, hey.
Breathe into this.
Okay, there you go,
there you go.
You're burning up.
You're burning up.
I need... I need air.
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Please stop!
Is this a bad time?
There's no need
to be frightened.
Do I know you?
I don't believe you do.
There's... there's
someone inside.
My boyfriend.
He's... he's bit.
Yes, there's a guy,
but he's small.
A little dog.
My father built that house
over there, over the road.
And my family have lived
on this land for decades.
Patrick's family lived there.
I know who you are.
- Who am I?
- You're Emmy Warder.
And this town
hasn't been the same
since your grandfather
left Ireland.
My father always thought
your mother would come back,
but she never did.
I read about
what happened to her.
But I knew you'd come
to see for yourself.
And every time someone
comes to rent this cottage...
I hope it's you.
I know what you're capable of!
Yeah, but it wasn't her fault!
That's always
the excuse of life, isn't it?
Someone else is always
to blame, right?
It's ten
minutes till your birthday.
What the fuck are you doing, Em?
Because I can... I
can... I can feel the change.
Nothing.
Nothing is the same.
You don't have to do this. Emmy!
I'm fine.
No.
No, no, it's not...
It's not what you did.
It's what he did.
Your family cursed mine.
Yeah.
My... my great...
My great-grandfather
at 30.
And then my grandfather,
and then my mother.
Your family!
Your family did this.
Emmy! Relax.
Look at me, look at me.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
You think we're not
capable of the worst things?
That we have
to be capable.
No!
Emmy! Emmy.
- But I have to do this.
- Mm-mm!
Yeah, I have
to do this for my sister.
But it's not... it's not.
It's for my sister and her kid.
I have to do this
for my sister and her kid.
Unlock, unlock, unlock,
unlock, unlock, unlock.
Unlock.
Whatever I did,
I'm sorry, whatever I did.
If I end the
bloodline, it'll end the curse.
The end, end, end, end,
end, end, end, end
I lied.
- I lied to you.
- No.
I lied to you!
I'm not him! I'm not Patrick!
I'm not Patrick!
Unlock.
Unlock.
The past gives a middle
finger to the future.
Unlock.
It's always haunted me...
Thought of getting older.
So I took fate
into my own hands.
And everything
got a little fucked up.
What the hell are you doing?
Have you not been looking
at your phone?
'Cause if you
had, Michael,
then you'd realize
I'd been texting you.
You better have a good excuse.
I'm gonna keep
video messaging you
until you answer.
You wouldn't believe
the night I just had.
Met this guy. Short thing.
Kind of looked like a
penguin, but weird and
aggressive
like most dates tend to get.
And the idiot takes
a drink and...
Jackpot.
He also has a very nice
collection of sneakers
or hats.
Michael, and don't go
giving me any more bullshit,
like, "Oh, this one
is not like the others.
Really, if you just took
the time to get to know her,
you'd see that
she's so different."
I'm...
Oh, hold on.
Okay, I've just seen your text.
Be right there.
Save some fun for me.