The Things We Cannot Change (2022) Movie Script

(low growling)
(solemn music)
- There's a pain you feel when
you hurt someone you love.
A pain like nothing
you could ever imagine.
There's no physical pain that can compare.
- Emotional pain can be all consuming.
- Yes, it can.
My husband is such a good man.
He's such a good person.
That's why I love him so much.
That's why I love him so hard, you know?
And I've lied to him
since the minute we met.
I wanted to tell him.
I, I spent nights lying awake
in bed, crying myself to sleep
because I didn't have the nerve.
- It's hard to tell people
who we are, what we do.
- I was ashamed.
I'm still ashamed.
How can you love someone
else when you hate yourself?
- Loving someone else has to
begin with loving yourself.
- Yeah. Yeah well, it's not easy.
- None of this is easy.
Whoever said this was gonna be easy?
This is the hardest thing I've ever done.
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
- What finally brought you here?
- I had kept it all hidden
from him for so long.
I mean, he saw signs here and there,
but I kept it hidden pretty well.
But when it calls to you,
when it calls to you, you just can't,
you can't fight it.
I mean, I tried.
I tried and tried.
I was.
That aching from inside,
it's just too strong.
- I know that ache, it
takes over your mind,
your body, your soul.
That ache takes over your fucking soul.
- You're damn right. It does.
But there I was, the good wife,
trying to play nice,
trying to hide who and what I was.
He had a friend come over for dinner,
and after dinner they were having drinks,
and his friend.
- What's his friend's name?
- Why?
- We have to name the people we affect.
We have to acknowledge
them for who they are.
- Martin.
He called him Marty.
He went to the bathroom,
and he gave me this look
before he went in.
That look was all I needed.
I became so weak.
So fucking weak.
Because that scumbag was
willing to flirt with me
in front of my husband,
I let the urge happen.
(somber music)
(suspenseful tones)
(suspenseful tones)
(suspenseful tones)
(suspenseful tones)
- Help me!
Help me!
- Matt, I can explain.
- What are you doing?
- I'm so sorry.
- Why did you kill him?
What'd he do to you?
- He didn't do anything, really.
- How could you do this?
How could you do this to me?
- Please. I'm so sorry.
I made a mistake.
- A mistake? A fucking mistake?
How could you do this?
- Please!
- We need to call an ambulance!
- No, um, he's dead.
- I'm leaving.
- No! Please don't leave me!
Please! I love you! I love you so much!
- If you loved me, you
wouldn't have done this.
- Please, please. I do love you.
I just, I'm weak, okay?
I made a mistake.
Please just give me a chance.
Just one chance. I won't do it again!
- I, I don't know what to do.
I mean, should I call the police?
Should I call a divorce lawyer?
A fuckin' psychiatrist?
A priest?
- Please. You're my everything.
Please don't leave me.
- What are you?
- I'm you're wife.
- I'll never do it again.
Famous last words.
And so this is why you're coming to us.
- Yes.
I want help.
I need help.
- Everyone, please join me.
- [Group] Grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change.
Courage to accept the things I can.
Wisdom to know the difference.
- Do we ask God to grant us those things?
- Not directly. God's not
exactly fond of what we do.
- Gotcha.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
- I'm here. What's wrong?
- Ice cream. Sit.
- You're amazing. But what's wrong?
- I am stupid. I am so stupid.
- What did you do?
- Okay, so I, I met this guy.
I met an amazing guy.
He was cute. He was hot.
You could be both, you know.
- Oh, I know. I love
when guys are cute-hot.
- Okay. So he was, it was
really sweet and nice.
I mean, he would leave
little Bath and Body Works
gift bags on my door. I mean,
come on, that's so kind.
Like what guy does that?
- Personally, I have a
love-hate relationship
with Bath and Body Works.
I love their perfumes,
candles, fragrances,
lotions, and BBW has it all in one store
with great packaging.
Plus, everything in there
is pretty reasonably priced.
Yet, I don't think they've
managed to make a scent
that I just love, like
when I'm in the store
sampling everything,
most of it turns me off.
Way too sweet, always
laced with musk and vanilla
and not very original,
and I was end up buying it
and throwing most of it out.
Like, last week, I threw
out an entire bottle
of white tea and ginger.
I don't mind some of
the scents in the store,
but when I take 'em home,
they're too like over the top
synthetic-y, sickening, you know?
- I killed him.
- Another one? You
killed another one? Why?
- Because, I don't know.
He was, he was really turning me on.
Okay? And then I started
getting feelings for him
and sometimes I can't differentiate
between hunger and love.
Okay? I fucked up. I really
fucked, fucked up here.
- You need to learn how to control it.
Bite the assholes, not the good ones.
There are so few good ones.
- Yes, I know. Okay? It's just when he,
he like looked into my
eyes and stared at me
like I was the most beautiful
thing he'd ever seen,
and then he started whispering
sweet shit into my ear
and like, I don't know, I'd
never been that turned on,
and then we made love and I
bled him all over the bed.
- Don't you hate it
when a guy makes a mess
all over the sheets?
- No, I think I was
falling in love with him.
- Yeah.
I've had my heart broken.
But you, you're breaking your own heart.
- I know that. Okay? I fucking know that.
It's just, I don't know.
I feel like I've been on this
relationship rollercoaster
for how many years now
and I just wanna get off.
I just wanna get the fuck
off and be happy already.
It's just, I don't know,
I guess I need to learn how
to stay outta my own way.
- We need to make a pact.
I promise to never forget
that sometimes a problem
can only be solved by a
middle of the night phone call
or cocktail,
as long as you're cool to
me rolling up to the bar
in sweatpants and Crocs.
- What are you talking about?
- Sorry. Wrong pact.
I promise to truly listen
and commiserate you,
even if you get a truly hideous haircut.
Even if you're being
a little overdramatic,
because it is just hair and
it will grow back eventually.
- Seriously. What the fuck
are you talking about?
- Damnit. Sorry. I'm
reading a book about pacts
and I'm getting myself confused.
We promise to never feed
on the guys we care about.
Never the ones that we deserve
and that truly deserve us.
- And only feed on all
the other fish in the sea?
- Yes.
There are so many men out there
that deserve to be slaughtered.
Let's live off them.
Never the ones we care about.
- Deal.
But you know what? I'm still
single and I know that we're eating
this ice cream, but I'm
still really fucking hungry.
(heart beating)
- Are you two married?
- Yeah. For a long time now.
- Don't sound so happy about it.
- Come on babe. That's not what I meant.
- Tell me, why are you here?
- Well, I mean, we've had
a great life together.
You know, we go out, she
goes to one side of the bar.
I go to the other.
She picks up a guy,
brings him home
and we feed.
And I pick up a girl, bring her home.
Same thing.
- So why do you feel the need to stop?
The only people who come to these sessions
have a desperate need to stop.
- We do.
Obviously, because of what I
am, I couldn't have a baby,
and we always wanted one, so we adopted.
- We adopted a four year old boy,
and I'd be damned if he's
not the most beautiful thing
I've seen in this life.
- To say I love him and
adore him to my core
is an understatement.
- I feel the same exact way.
- Okay. Please go on.
- Last week.
(suspenseful music)
- Dad, you okay?
- Mommy and daddy are just.
- We're just, we're just
playing a game buddy.
- Go upstairs. We'll be up soon.
(door slamming)
- When the time comes,
I'm sure you'll tell him,
but witnessing these feeding sessions now,
that could scar him for life.
- My child is my life.
My child is my world.
I would do anything to stop myself.
I can't do that to him.
- And I spent a lot of my
life just focused on me,
what I needed and what I wanted,
but now
it's about him.
Life is all about him,
and I'll do whatever it takes
to make him not grow up around this.
- Good. Good choices.
I'm gonna help you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.
- We still have a few minutes left.
Is there anyone else who
would like to share anything?
What about you? I've noticed you've
come to our sessions a few times,
but you haven't shared
anything with the group.
Is there anything you'd like to say?
- No, there's not.
- Okay. Well, when you're
ready, we're here for you.
If you want us to help you, we can.
- Assuming I need help.
- Hey, I'm just trying to help you out,
because I've known you for a while,
otherwise she'd be locked up right now.
- Thank you. You have no idea
how much I appreciate this.
- Between you and me, she's
going down a bad road,
so whatever you need to do to
keep her outta trouble, do it.
New friends, whatever.
I see kids like this all the
time and it never ends well,
trust me.
- Thanks. Thanks, really.
Thank you so much.
(door hinges squeaking)
- Zoe, this is the third time this month
the cops have been at our house.
What are you doing?
What is wrong with you?
- There's nothing wrong with me.
- Then why do you keep
getting into trouble?
- I'm not. Trouble keeps getting into me.
- Okay? I am not doing
this with you again,
but I'm telling you right now,
this is the last time I'm bailing you out.
After this, tough love.
Do you understand?
You mess up, you deal with it.
You get arrested, you deal with it.
- Fine. I never wanted your help.
I never asked for your help.
- What am I supposed to do?
Just watch my daughter go to jail?
- What? A lawyer with a kid
in jail doesn't look good
at the billionaire's Christmas party?
Must make it hard for you to land a man
if your kid is such a fuck up.
Speaking of, Mom, how's that dating scene?
Any new losers this week?
- I don't know why you
are always so mean to me.
Maybe if you just told me
what's wrong, I can help you.
- I can't tell you what's
wrong and you can't help me.
- Zoe,
listen to me.
I am here for you.
I will always be here for you.
- Please leave me alone, please.
- This angry, rebellious
shit, I get it. I did it.
You forget, I was pregnant early.
I ran out early.
I was a complete nightmare for the family.
So, you know, been there, done that,
and I know how incredibly
difficult it can make your life
and how miserable you are gonna be.
So I, I just, I don't want you to make
the same mistakes I made.
I'm not preaching. I'm just.
- You were a screw up
and you completely
turned your life around.
- Yeah. And it was the
hardest thing I've ever done.
- And you think I have it easy?
- You do. You do have it easy.
What problems do you have?
Name one. One problem.
- I guess you're right. I
don't have any problems.
- All right.
I have to go.
Oh, your friend Richard,
his mother has been calling all over town.
No one has seen him. Have you seen him?
Apparently he's been
missing for like two days.
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(heart beating)
- How many times?
- How many times?
I lost count.
You know, I'm the epitome
of an emotional seesaw?
I get that itch and I kill
and I feel so much gratification
and then I just feel so much guilt.
- Why?
Why is that?
Why do we feel guilt?
I mean, wild animals don't feel guilt
when they kill to eat, or kill to survive,
and they're just as brutal as we are
and they didn't feel bad about it,
and they sure as hell don't seek therapy.
- I don't like thinking of
myself as a wild animal.
- You hid on a fire escape, jumped down,
ripped their throat open,
and fed on them for hours.
How are you not a wild animal?
- Because after I did it,
I went home and I cried.
- Oh, a schizophrenic
murderer with a heart of gold.
- Every time I kill, every single time,
I hate myself.
It breaks something inside me.
- How many times have you
tried to kill yourself?
- Like I said, I've lost count,
and I don't know if, if I can do it
because I'm too scared or if I can't do it
because it's just not possible.
- Let me guess, you stuff
garlic in your mouth?
Perhaps a wooden stake through the chest?
Silver bullet?
Oh, wait. Or is that for werewolves?
I'm not really a big fan of werewolves,
if you know what I mean.
- [Male 1] I don't see what's so funny.
- It's not funny.
It's pathetic.
It's pitiful.
- You're more than welcome to share.
- Guilt is typically something people feel
after doing something wrong,
intentionally or accidentally.
- Okay. Yeah.
Taking mothers and fathers
away from their kids,
taking people's husbands and wives.
- So thou shall not kill?
Is that the doctrine you follow?
- I hate myself, therefore
I hate what I do.
You know, in the military,
we killed to survive,
but that doesn't mean I liked it.
What do you do when your
basic instinct of survival
tortures your spirit? Tortures your soul?
I'm a fucking mess.
I can't take the guilt, okay?
- Guilt is a side effect
of doing something wrong.
But who says it's wrong?
- And you don't think he's
doing something wrong?
Please elaborate.
- Life chokes on ignited air,
wrenching love from hungry mouths.
Stars fall without sound.
Some weep helpless day through night.
Ever wondering how.
Never knowing why.
- That bitch has issues.
(heart beating)
- This is not what you want, Victoria.
- Don't tell me what I want.
My entire life people have
always told me what I wanted,
what I needed.
I had what I wanted.
I had everything I
wanted. Everything I need.
Everybody I loved.
And you know, one car ride
later, it was all gone.
- Look, I've told you
everything. Everything.
You know more about me
than anybody ever could.
And you trust me, don't you?
Well, trust me when I tell
you, you don't want this.
- Christina, listen to me.
People need a reason to wake up.
They do.
They need a reason to
wake up in the morning,
and I lost my, both of them.
I lost both of my reasons
to wake up in the morning,
so I have no other choice but to move on
or end it.
- But, but becoming what
I am isn't moving on.
I don't wanna be this way.
I don't want to live like this!
- That's what I tell myself
every fucking day of my life.
- Victoria, you're just angry.
- Dam right, I'm angry!
When your heart has
been permanently broken,
you don't have that many
emotions left to choose from.
- You know, my husband has
been in a state of shock
since he found out,
and I am trying so desperately
to keep him around.
- Let me tell you something,
and you listen really carefully.
If you still have the
ability to be with someone
that you love, if it's
still physically possible,
then you do whatever it
takes to appreciate it.
You do whatever it takes.
- Yeah. But you know, after he dies,
I'll still be here.
This life, if that's
what you wanna call it,
it is horribly lonely.
- Pray that you're loneliness may spur you
into finding something to live for
and great enough to die for.
(solemn music)
- I'll be honest, I'm not
sure if I want to be here.
I mean, what I'm trying to say is
I'm not sure if I wanna stop.
- But you're hurting people, Amber.
You're hurting your family.
- What family?
And so what? People get hurt. That's life.
People die every day.
People get shot, robbed.
But Tim, it feels good.
It feels too good to stop.
- So you don't care about killing?
- When someone dies of old age,
if they get into a car accident,
if their house burns down,
whatever, who's killing them?
Is it the universe? Is it a higher power?
I mean, someone is killing them.
Do they care?
Because it doesn't matter
because it's gonna happen
no matter what.
So everyone's gotta go at some point.
Maybe when I take a life,
it was just their time.
Maybe I'm part of life's plan.
- Then why are you here?
- Because on occasion, I have
a bit of a war inside my head.
Because when all is said and done,
I don't really want to kill.
- Even though you enjoy it?
Is that the point of
life? Not to enjoy things?
Not to take pleasure in the things
that we're supposed to be doing?
- What you mean supposed to be doing?
- Who would ever tell a rattlesnake
that it shouldn't be
killing mice and rabbits?
Who would tell a shark what
it and what it should not
tear apart in the ocean.
- Hold on. That's different.
They kill to survive.
- So do we.
- Like I said, I'm torn.
I love it. And I hate it.
- Don't hate it.
Embrace it.
Accept it.
- I'm sorry, Veronica.
I'm going to have to ask you
not to come to our sessions.
Your comments are really detrimental.
- Why? Is the truth not allowed here?
- We have rules. We have
a certain etiquette.
- Etiquette.
Don't follow your primal instincts?
What a great etiquette.
- We have rules for a reason.
- Oh, I know.
Avoid crosstalk, respect
privacy, and whatever you do,
make sure you continuously
lie to yourself.
- Just get out.
- The first rule world to getting better
is admitting I have a problem, right?
- That's correct.
- Well, I've done some soul searching
and I don't think I have a problem.
In fact, I think you
guys all have a problem.
(suspenseful music)
- I always used to think
that this was what I wanted.
I, when I was a kid, I would,
I would read honestly more like
obsess over Ann Rice novels.
Obsess over Listad.
I, and then I got super, super
into the Twilight series.
If I was with a guy, I
couldn't, you know, um
unless he bit me or I bit him.
And then I found one.
I actually found one.
And I asked him to turn me
so that I could live in this
ridiculous fucked up
Dracula-esque fantasy world.
And he did,
and now my entire life is a fucking mess.
- We're one and the same.
It seemed so exciting and dangerous,
and there was a part of me
that wanted it so badly,
but that was another part
that was really scared of it.
But in the end, my curiosity
got the better of me,
and now it's like living
in a literal nightmare.
- Yeah. Nightmare you can't wake up from.
And I don't sleep anymore.
I'm a fucking insomniac, okay?
Like I have a horrible relationship
with my family, with my friends.
I, I, I can't hold down a real job.
I can't keep a romantic relationship
because I'm always lying
about who I am, what I am.
I'm depressed. I get panic attacks.
- Withdrawal, withdrawal, the
fucking withdrawal is hell.
Literal hell.
The, the, the nausea, the sweating,
the shaking, the
nervousness and agitation,
the fuckin' muscle spasms and the
insatiable, unquenchable thirst for blood.
- There's no way out of this, right?
Like there's no quitting this shit?
- You can be helped.
It can be controlled and
you can live a normal life.
- Normal?
My friend Elizabeth from college
stayed with me for a few days
and she told me she got
her period and that was it,
and now she's dead!
And I'm not even gay. I just like,
I couldn't control myself.
It just takes over your life.
- You're right.
It makes people do horrible things.
Things that they wouldn't
even ever think of
if they were in the right state of mind.
- And the worst part is
that while we all talk about
how horrible this is,
all I want to do is feed.
- Yeah, me too.
(solemn music)
- What are you doing?
- I don't know.
- You don't know? You
don't wanna go to school.
You don't wanna get a job.
Zoe, what are you doing?
- I'm sitting here. Just leave me alone.
- With your life, Zoe.
What are you doing with your life?
- I don't care. Okay?
I don't care.
- You don't care? How could you not care?
Zoe, what is happening with you?
- Just leave me alone!
- Oh.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(woman screaming)
- I have to say,
you look like you don't
want to be here, Zoe.
- I really don't.
- Do you think you have a problem?
- I don't know.
- You're killing people.
Zoe, you are drinking their blood
and leaving their dead bodies in our home.
And I was wondering why
you were burning incense
all the time.
You're killing people
and you don't know if you have a problem?
- I was never the popular girl in school.
I dated all the ex-boyfriends
of the popular girls.
So they started all these rumors
and everyone ended up hating me.
So I started hanging out
with this group of outcasts
and they were really different.
And they, they got me into it.
They turned me.
- Do you know the difference
between turning someone
and killing them?
- No. I have no clue.
- It's a very fine line.
Most of us just get
caught up in our urges and
bite, drink.
They just get lost in
the rapture of it all.
- That's the best part though,
when you're feeling that rush,
it's like fucking euphoria.
It's the most intense
escape from everything.
No more anxiety, no more depression.
- Right.
But it's like an 18 year old
boy fucking for the first time.
He's only in it for the pleasure
and misses all the hidden beauty of it.
When you bite, you kill, right?
- Yeah. They've all died.
- But when you bite just enough to drink,
but not to kill, and you keep them alive,
they turn.
It's not easy, but they turn.
- At first it sucked.
I felt horrible.
- I took her to the hospital.
They couldn't find anything wrong.
- Then when I became, um.
- One of us?
- Yeah. I felt so much better.
- You do understand what
you're doing is wrong?
What we're all doing is wrong.
- I do, I guess. I
don't wanna hurt people.
- So what happens now?
Could she take something?
Some kind of medication?
- I only wish it could be that easy.
No. She's gonna have to fight it mentally
with everything inside of her.
It'll be a long uphill
climb, but it is possible.
- So how do we decide who
to turn and who to kill?
- You have to choose very carefully.
That group, the pathetic
group of degenerate cowards
that wanna hide what they are.
They make me sick.
- And the guy that runs
it, he's like us, right?
- Unfortunately.
- So he can't be stopped, right?
(suspenseful tones)
- Elsie, I want to be able to help you.
- I wanna help you too.
- We need each other.
Everyone else.
Everyone else.
They don't understand us.
- I know.
- They can't.
- I know. I mean, either
I'm a fucking freak
or I'm a psychopath that no one believes,
or I mean, if it's like our kind,
even if they don't wanna do it,
they're doing it like every single day,
multiple times a day,
and they're just, they're
enablers, you know?
And it's so hard to stop.
Like, it's so hard to
resist when it's just
right in your face.
- Wow. Tell me about it.
I mean, if I'm hungry and I just,
I see some poor bastard just laying there,
bleeding to death, I mean, it
takes everything that I have
not to feed on him,
and I'm not always strong
enough to stop either.
- Okay, then let's do
this for each other, Nico.
I help you and you help me.
- Absolutely.
(door opening)
- Hey guys (chuckles)
I don't, I don't wanna go home.
I, I moved out and, you know, fuck him.
Let him have his side bitch.
- Yeah. Maybe I should go.
- Um. I.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh my God. Wait, wait.
You have a guy here?
Were you guys about to
do it and I walked in?
I'm sorry. (chuckles)
- No, we're just friends.
- Sorry about her. She's kind of a mess.
- Yeah, I can, I can see that.
- [Elsie] Yeah.
(sniffing the air)
- Uh, what are you doing?
(suspenseful tones)
- I can, I can smell
different blood types.
She's, she's O, your friend here.
(suspenseful tones)
- They taste different?
Yeah. Different types?
- They do.
- I mean it's, it's no surprise,
like given that mosquitoes
feed on human blood and,
and harvest the protein that they prefer
some blood types to others.
Like they prefer type O people
pretty much over everybody else.
Like they'll land on the
skin of type O people
twice as often as B and not
nearly as much on AB and A.
- O tastes better, to me anyway.
- A is, it's a big, full-bodied blood
and it, it, it's the perfect before
or after night drink.
And it's sweet and aromatic,
and it has this smoothness because of the,
the low acid content.
It gives it this really
like earthy flavor.
- Yeah. A is pretty fuckin' good.
- Yeah.
And then type B, it, it's
both pleasing and intense
with these really rich aromatic notes
of violets and oregano
and it's, it's like smooth in the mouth
and it's got this really crisp acidity
and it just, it makes me feel powerful.
- Yeah.
I also get that, the rush
of power when I have B, too.
- But you, you said, you
said, O is your favorite?
O is, it's supple
and it's fruity
and it's delicate
and it always leaves you refreshed
and it, um, it's best served chilled.
It's like dessert.
- I like dessert. I mean,
I would actually really
love some dessert right now.
- Me too.
- Hey, can I stay here tonight?
I don't wanna go home.
You're my best friend. You know that?
I love you so much. I just,
I want you to know that.
(suspenseful music)
- You said she was O?
(suspenseful music)
- She's definitely O.
(suspenseful music)
- Do you want dessert?
(suspenseful music)
(girl screaming)
- We fucked up.
- Sorry, I was supposed to stop you.
- No, I was supposed to stop you.
- We need to fight harder.
We need to be there for each
other and stop each other.
- I fucking hate myself right now.
- Me too.
(suspenseful music)
- How are you two holding up?
- Can I be honest?
I keep waiting for someone to wake me up.
I keep waiting for, I don't know,
someone to tell me it's all a joke.
A bunch of my friends are
gonna pop up somewhere laughing
and tell me I fell for it.
- We all felt that way at some point.
- What are you most upset about?
The fact that I lied to you?
The fact that I'm not who I said I was?
That I have to kill people to survive?
Or that your whole life has been upended
in a moment's notice?
- Yes.
Yes, yes, yes, and yes.
Yes to all that.
- Do you still love me?
- That's not a fair question.
- Do you still love me?
- Love is an extraordinary thing.
Some people love someone
because of how they look
or what they can buy for them.
Others love out of desperation
or the need to love and be loved.
But the truest form of love is
to love when it's difficult,
to love when your heart is broken,
to love when you shouldn't,
to love when all logic tells you not to,
but despite that, you love anyway
because it's so strong
and you can't resist it.
And love can break through any barrier.
The most powerful love of
all is to love unselfishly.
- Yes.
I still love you.
(solemn music)
(upbeat music)
- Hey, you wanna hang out tonight?
- And what does that mean?
- It means like hang out.
- Okay, so when you say hang out,
does that mean buy me dinner?
Because my expectations will be like
a nice romantic restaurant
like a Zagat Top 10,
elegant, expensive,
but then when the reality
of our date comes to pass,
I'll probably be dining at some sort of
a fuckin' wing joint, like
a Red Robin slash Applebee's
slash Cheesecake Factory,
and then when I order
some mozzarella sticks,
you know, a simple appetizer,
you'll give me that look
and I fucking know what that look means.
So you'll suggest we leave,
we can go to a bar where you can get me
slightly more inebriated,
or you'll assume that I'm easy, right?
So you'll wanna skip the drinks,
save your $14 and attempt to kiss me
while taking off my pants,
because see, foreplay for
you isn't anything more
than taking my clothes off
so that I'll go, "Oh no, stop please.
We're moving too fast!"
and then you'll give me
some bullshit line about
how you love me and have some
actual real feelings for me,
and I'll actually believe
you because my pathetic ass
is for desperate for love and attention.
So then we'll actually fuck, you'll leave,
and I'll start to regret
every major decision
that I've ever made in my life.
Is that what you mean when
you say hang out later?
- Kind of.
- Okay!
Text me after work.
- Oh.
- What's that about?
- I'm just hungry. I'm always hungry.
- What does it mean when they
say beauty is only skin deep?
Like how can you be
beautiful without any skin?
Not to say I couldn't find
a burn victim attractive
as long as I saw before photo.
Like if they were hot in the before photo,
they could have no skin and still be cute.
- Okay, so it means that a
person's intellect or character
or some other inner
quality are more important
than his or her physical beauty.
- I don't get it.
- Exactly.
- I want guys to like me
for more than just my looks.
Seriously, it makes me feel horrible.
- Okay, well what do you
want guys to like you for?
- For my
Maybe they're right.
Maybe there is nothing
interesting about me.
Maybe I'm just ordinary.
- Okay, so um, you're not human.
I think that falls into the category
of pretty fucking interesting.
- Oh yeah. Like that guy from Alaska.
- Uh, Lucy?
A word.
(footsteps approaching)
(door latching)
- You were supposed to stop
by my house last night.
- Sorry, I was busy.
- Busy, huh?
Out getting drunk?
Whoring yourself off to
men that don't deserve you?
- Oh, is this the part where
you start to condemn me
and my actions?
- No, I love you too much to condemn you.
- Oh, now you love me?
Oh god, the shit that I get myself into.
Oh, I swear.
Is it too much to ask just
have one normal relationship?
- Well you can make it up to me now.
Take your clothes off.
- Wow. I was gonna ask for a raise,
but to be sexually molested by
my married misogynistic boss,
sounds just so much better.
- The only reason you have
a job is because of me,
and when I wait up all night
for you and you don't show up,
you owe me.
You owe me big.
And losing your job is gonna
be the least of your problems.
- Is that a threat?
- Well you bet your ass it is.
Now then, get your clothes off.
You can scream with pleasure or pain.
Your choice.
(man screaming)
(man screaming)
- Wow.
I hope she still has some
energy left for tonight.
- Ew.
(man screaming)
- Yo, is he in there with a woman?
(man screaming)
- And he's screaming?
- Yeah.
- What a pussy.
Man, back in my day, we
made the women scream.
I remember I had a woman
scream so loud one time,
broke all the fuckin'
windows in my apartment.
Unbelievable. But then again,
that was when men were men,
and you guys are a bunch
of well, pussywillows.
(man screaming)
- Oh, by the way, you need any
help in there? (man screaming)
- Let me know.
Hey, listen to me.
Listen to me. How many
women you've been with?
- Um, four.
- Four? You gotta be kidding me. Four?
I banged three broads
before I went to work today.
You're generation is of a bunch
of cupcakes. Unbelievable.
(man screaming)
- What the fuck? What did you do?
- He was sexually harassing me
so I'm filing a complaint.
- Oh my God. Are you gonna get fired?
- I don't know. Who's gonna fire me?
- This is so bad. I don't
wanna work here without you.
- Okay, you gotta help me move the body.
- You know, I always found him attractive,
but he was such an asshole.
Why are good looking guys such jerks,
and the nice guys, the
guys that treat you right,
why are they never hot?
- What are you talking about?
- Can we share him?
(suspenseful tones)
- You need to know there could
be complications to helping
each other when you're both suffering.
- What kind of complications?
- It really won't go well unless
you're both ready to admit
that you have a problem.
- Well, we both know that.
Trust me, we know.
Our entire fuckin' existence
revolves around that.
- Calm down.
Of course we know.
- And you both want to change that?
- Why do you think we're here?
The thing is, it is so damn difficult.
It's a constant fight.
There, there's no relief.
There's no day off from this.
Even after a kill, just a short
time after I'm hungry again.
- Yeah, like Chinese food.
- What?
- Nothing.
It was a joke.
I have to joke so I don't snap.
You know, we come here
and we talk to you
and nothing gets any better. Nothing.
- It's a process.
It's not quick.
It's not easy.
- I don't have time for a process.
I don't know why you still
come here if it's not helping,
and apparently it's not.
What are we doing?
- We have to do something.
We have to talk to someone.
Who are we gonna talk to?
My family?
Your family?
Can you think of another
doctor we can talk to
about killing people
to feed on their blood?
Can you?
We need help and we
need to talk to someone.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
I'm frustrated.
- The other day we were
clean for almost a week
and then he started to.
(suspenseful tones)
(man moaning)
- What can I do for you?
- I can't fucking take this.
- Please. We worked so hard.
- We gotta do it while he's
at your mother's house.
Come on, please.
- No. No. You have to fight it.
- I can't. I can't take the fucking pain.
(man moaning)
(suspenseful tones)
- Thank you so much for
getting me the Uber.
- No problem. Are you sure
you're okay watching him?
- Yeah, of course.
I had a little brother back home
and I took care of him all the time.
And to be perfectly honest, I miss him.
I miss him so much,
so I'm happy to babysit.
You've been so good to me.
I really appreciate it.
- Okay.
I'm sorry.
- Sorry about what?
(suspenseful music)
(girl screaming)
- I, I brought her here
because I didn't know where else to go.
Maybe you can talk some sense into her?
- Talk some sense into me?
- The grass is always greener.
- No, the grass is filled with shit
and poison and snakes and disease!
I don't want my grass anymore.
I want what you have.
- Becoming one of us, it's
not what you think it is.
- Why do you do that?
Why do you keep saying that "one of us?"
Why can't you call yourselves
what you really are?
- Did you ever see that movie Freaks
where they're all chanting that song?
"We accept her! We accept
her! One of us! One of us!
Gooble gobble. Gooble gobble."
- Gooble gobble? What the
fuck are you talking about?
- One of us. A freak.
Is that what you wanna be? A freak?
- Yes it is.
(suspenseful tones)
(hands clapping)
- Now that is the only thing
of value I've heard here today.
- I thought I asked you not to come
to any more of our sessions?
You're not welcome here.
- You act as if we're different.
We're all a part of the
same tribe, you know.
- I know what you're trying to do.
I know your type.
Misery loves company.
Listen to me. Some of us want help.
Some of us need help.
- Stop making excuses for yourselves.
You blinding bunch of pussies.
It makes me sick. To
be nobody but yourself
in a world that is doing
its best night and day
to make you everybody else,
means to fight the hardest
battle any human being can fight
and never stop fighting.
- That was beautiful.
- E.E. Cummings.
- This is the last time I'm
going to ask you to leave.
- Fine. I'll leave.
But this is not the last
you'll be seeing of me.
(suspenseful tones)
- Please trust me. You don't want this.
It's just a,
a nonstop wicked hunger that
torments you your entire life.
- Yeah, well I've been
there, I've done that.
I wanted to be a good person,
but that hasn't worked out so good for me.
I wanted to forgive and
understand that things happen
for a reason, but that just
left me deflated and miserable.
You know, what if life
is really the wild west?
What if fucking Darwin was right?
That organisms that are most
adapted to their environment
are the most successful in survival?
Survival of the fittest,
isn't that what life is
really all about? Huh?
- I can't change her mind.
- No, you can't.
But all great changes
are preceded by chaos.
(suspenseful tones)
(man hissing)
- You are not one of us.
(suspenseful music)
- So you think you can try to scare me?
- Hmm. I don't have to try.
- Why can't you understand that
what you're doing is wrong?
- Maybe, but what I'm about to do.
I'm gonna kill him.
I'm gonna stop that Judas
from poisoning the minds
of those that are superior.
- Wait a minute, you know
how to kill one of us?
- I do.
It's very simple actually.
We don't do very well
with each other's blood.
It's toxic.
So think, hydrochloric acid and steroids.
- So you take your own
blood and and then what?
How are you gonna make him drink it?
- They don't drink it.
(suspenseful tones)
- Oh shit. You're gonna
inject your blood into him?
- And his insides will melt
like they're doused in molten lava.
- You're a genius.
I mean, you're fucking
crazy, but you're a genius.
(suspenseful music)
- Um, where is Dr. Abraham?
- He took a leave of absence.
Can I help you?
- I'm, he's always told me that
what I believed isn't true.
- Meaning?
- Meaning that I thought that
we needed blood to survive.
I thought that we needed blood to live on,
but he said that it's
just our minds want it
and our bodies crave it, but
we don't actually need it.
It's just all in our heads
and it's an enslavement to our desires.
- What a crock of shit.
It is all you need. It
is everything you need.
And you should be able to
have it whenever you want to.
- More than 600,000 people go missing
in this country every year,
and most of them are never found.
Like that's the kind of shit
that I would tell myself
to, to justify doing what we did,
but the statistics don't take into account
the mothers and the fathers,
the families sitting there
day in and day out,
devastated and, and tortured.
I mean, quenching our
thirst devastates families.
- Yeah. Right.
What about the families
of zebras and gazelles?
Do lions feel badly about that?
- Excuse me?
- What about fuckin' piranas and snakes
and crocodiles and cheetahs and tigers?
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Where's the guilt with them?
Why is it they can kill what they want,
what they need, without guilt or shame?
- Nico, why are you talking like this?
We, we've been working
together to stop doing
what we're doing.
- I know, but maybe that's
why it's been so hard to stop,
because maybe we're not supposed to stop.
- That's not you talking. That's weakness.
- We are superior.
- Okay, I see what's happening here.
Did you talk to her before I
came here tonight? Did you?
- Yeah.
I just feel like,
I feel like I've been freed
from all the negative aspects
of my mind.
- She is disillusioning you.
- You're goddamn right she is.
Listen, what we were trying to do,
what Dr. Abraham was trying
to stop us from doing,
following our basic fucking instincts.
It was wrong.
I was living under an illusion
of what I was supposed to be.
- No, no, no.
We are.
- She opened my eyes, allowing
me to be myself, Elsie.
- No, no, no, no.
Okay, look, Nico, we are weak.
We are weak, and when someone
weak wants to give in,
That's what they do.
They make up lies and excuses to justify
falling down that fucking
rabbit hole and giving in,
but it's wrong.
You know it's wrong!
- You can't fight where you are.
You can't.
- Elsie. This is the only way.
- Join us.
- No. Fuck you. Okay. Fuck all of you.
(suspenseful music)
- Mom.
Mom, please say something.
Listen to me. I don't wanna
keep living this lie around you.
You know how hard it
was for me to come out
to you like this?
- I don't know what to say to you.
I don't even know who you are.
- Mama,
I decided to be honest with you
because I thought that if
anyone, anyone in this world
had unconditional love
for me, it would be you,
but, but you don't, and,
and I don't understand why.
I mean, don't you know
how hard it was for me
to come out to you like this?
- You tell me that you
drink people's blood?
You're a murderer.
You tell me this and expect me to what?
Accept you, forgive you, love you?
- Yes!
And, and I don't know if,
if I should be forgiven
and I don't like myself,
but of course I think
you should accept me,
and of course I think you should love me.
Mommy. I'm your son.
- You are nothing to me.
I'm so glad that your father isn't alive
to see what you've become.
- What are you talking about?
- What I'm saying is
I'm glad that he's dead
because death is better than
being disgraced and disgusted
by your son.
- Mama.
How could you say that to me?
All I've ever done is love you.
I mean, I don't like what I
am and I don't like what I do,
but I thought that the
bond between mother and son
lasts a lifetime.
The bond between mother and son
remains unchanged by time or distance,
it is the purest form
of unconditional love.
It is understanding of any situation
and forgiving of any mistake.
- Get out of my home.
Get out of my life.
If I ever loved,
if I ever loved you,
that feeling is gone.
That feeling has faded into nothing.
I don't know who you are
and I don't want to know.
Don't you come around here anymore.
You're not needed, you're not wanted,
you're not loved.
You're nothing to me.
As the Lord is my witness, whoo!
Sweet Jesus.
I never want to see your face again.
(suspenseful music)
- Mama, don't say that. I love you!
- Get out, David!
- Mama!
- You are no longer my son!
- Please. I love you!
- You are nothing to me! Nothing!
(David groaning)
(suspenseful music)
- Mama, I'm so sorry.
- Mama, I love you.
You know I fucking love you so much.
Now you're gone and I
don't know what else to do.
Oh my God.
(footsteps on floor)
(suspenseful music)
- One more. Just, just one more.
- You keep saying that, Kristin.
You keep saying it's the
last time, but is it it?
Is it?
- Fine. I'll make you a deal.
- Not another deal.
You keep making me deals and promises
and it's just a revolving door.
- Please. I swear to
you. Just one more one.
One more.
- Who?
- I don't care. Anyone.
- I cannot believe this is
what my life has come to.
- I'm, I'm so sorry I've done this to you.
I really am.
And that you're so
disappointed in our marriage
and us and I, I dated people
that made me feel so
horrible about myself.
It made me feel like I didn't
deserve to be treated well.
But you,
you have been amazing.
You've treated me better than
anyone has ever treated me.
You've made me feel special.
You, I felt like, I don't know,
like worthy of being treated better.
You make me feel beautiful.
That's why you have to believe me
when I tell you I am broken inside.
That I can't be what you want.
I can't be what you deserve.
But please know that I love you
and I am so sorry that
this has such a fucking
stranglehold over me.
- There's this new girl that works for us.
She's always staying late,
finishing all the odds and ends,
and sometimes we'll let her
take a car service home,
but I'll, I'll offer to give her a ride.
But this is the last one. Understand?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
- Isn't this nice?
Isn't it? I always loved
sitting around a fire,
roasting marshmallows.
- Yeah. Um, thanks for giving me a ride.
I didn't, I didn't
think we were gonna stop
and build a fire.
- Among the notable things about fire
is that it also needs oxygen to burn,
exactly like it's enemy, life.
That's why life and flames
are so often compared.
(suspenseful tones)
- So do you have family?
- Do I have family? Of course.
But they don't live around
here. They're on the West Coast.
- Who do you live with?
- Excuse me?
- She just means for holidays,
if you have nowhere else
to go, you can come here.
- You know what, I'm good.
I go home for the holidays,
but, but,
you know, I could just call my friend
and have him pick me up.
You don't have to make it this way.
- Put the phone down.
- Did I do something wrong?
- Hurry up, Kristin.
Get it over with.
It's freezing out here.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
- This is so bad.
This is really, really bad!
She's gonna call the cops.
She can tell everyone on
my job, my life is over.
Do you hear me? My life is over.
You ruined everything!
(man screaming)
- What did I do? What
did I do? What did I do?
(woman crying)
- No!
Baby, can you please back to me, please?
No! No!
(suspenseful music)
(woman crying)
(suspenseful music)
- I need to see Dr. Abraham.
- Not possible.
- Hey, listen to me. My husband left.
He ran out when Zoe was
only eight years old.
For the longest time, it
was just the two of us.
But I, I really needed
to start dating again,
and about two years ago,
I was seeing a guy and it was
going really, really well.
And he vanished. Just up and vanished.
And after that, I started
seeing someone else
and it started to get
serious and he vanished.
Gone. No breakup. No goodbye.
And then just last
month, it happened again.
Now, I was either naive,
blind, or just plain stupid,
but now I know my daughter is responsible
- And?
- What do you mean, and?
- How is this a problem?
- Well, on the lighter side,
she's fucking up my love life.
And on the more serious
side, she's killing people.
- Is she here? Can I speak with her?
- Yeah, sure. She's out in the car.
But she's as stubborn as they come.
- Most of the strongest women are.
(suspenseful music)
- So she actually helped you?
- Yes, Mom. She did.
- And you're gonna stop?
- Mom, she opened my eyes.
She's what I've been missing.
She's explained everything
to me that I already knew
deep down inside that I just
couldn't admit to myself out loud.
- Oh Zoe. I am so happy to hear this.
Now we can just put the past in the past
and start over fresh.
- Mom, I think I've been
taking things out on you
that I shouldn't have.
- That's pretty much normal
for most mothers and daughters.
- But it's because in all of my confusion,
I just, I channel my
frustrations out on you,
and you just kept taking it.
- You're my kid. That's what parents do.
We're the coach and the punching bag.
It's just all part of the job.
- Well, I just wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for being and
always being there for me.
- This is a new day, new
beginnings and an end
to all your destructive ways.
- Yeah. She said you wouldn't
accept me for what I am.
- What? Accept that? What you were doing?
How, how could I? Why would I do that?
- Because that's what any
loving parent would do.
- You're outta your mind.
- Then I guess I have no alternative.
- No, no you don't.
(suspenseful music)
- Oh my God. Oh my God.
We have to talk. We
have to talk right now.
Okay. My entire life
has completely changed
and so has yours, or it, it will change.
Who the hell is this?
Okay, look, we need to
talk in private right now.
- This is Dennis. We met at a bagel store,
even though neither of
us were getting bagels.
Can you believe that?
- We need to talk in private right now.
- Listen, whatever you can say to her,
you can say in front of me.
- Um, who are you? This is my best friend.
- And I'm her fiance.
- What?
- We're getting married
with a honeymoon to Disney.
Don't say it's tacky. It's romantic.
- You just met.
- Listen, Love at first sight
isn't a myth. It's real.
We met, we talked, and
now we're getting married.
- I am so sick of meeting people,
you getting to know them,
them getting to know you,
you falling for each other,
spending more and more time together,
and eventually falling in love
and it ending in me crying my eyes out.
I want the opposite.
And this is gonna make for an
amazing "how we met" story.
- Oh, okay.
So two desperate idiots
meet in a bagel store
where neither of them
actually buy any bagels,
so they get married?
- Hey, don't be jealous.
You'll find love too one day.
- Hey, can I tell you a secret?
Come on. Yeah.
- Wait. Don't tell him about
the time I ate an entire box
of crayons because I thought
I could throw up a rainbow.
(suspenseful music)
(man screaming)
- What the fuck?
Why did you do that?
Stop killing off all the good ones!
- Well, listen,
you can't get married when our
entire world is about to change.
Okay, listen, I met someone,
I met a group of people and, and we talked
and we're all the same, and they fucking
showed me the light.
They showed me every single thing
that I've been waiting for.
But we have to learn from them.
We have to listen to them.
We have to follow them.
And we have to do it today.
As in right fucking now.
- This sounds like a cult.
- Uh, this is not a cult, okay?
It's just a group of
people who are different
from everybody else, and I
want to follow them blindly.
Fuck, that sounds like
a cult. It's not a cult.
- I really liked him. You
didn't have to do this.
- Yes, I did have to do this
because you can't get married
when our entire world is about to change.
- Being this way, being what we are,
it keeps stopping me
from finding happiness.
- This is the happiness. Don't you see it?
We've just been looking at it all wrong.
- No, we just have to accept the fact
that we cannot be who we want to be,
and can I please have
some alone time with him?
- You're gonna drink him?
- Feels wrong that he died for nothing.
- You're not coming with me, are you?
- No. I hate what we are, what we do.
- Okay, well you know what,
maybe we shouldn't hang
out together anymore,
but you know it's fine.
Good luck with your dead fiance.
But don't worry, there's
always more bagel stars.
- Hey, this isn't going to make you happy.
We both know that.
- No, no we don't.
(door closing)
- Where were you?
- I told you, having lunch with my sister.
- I'll ask you again.
Where were you?
- I'm not in the mood for interrogation.
- Stop lying to me.
Stop fucking lying to me.
- What are you talking about?
- I know.
What do you think, I'm fucking stupid?
I know.
I could smell it on you.
You know a shark can smell
blood up to a quarter mile away,
- Okay, fine.
So what?
- Who was he?
- Nobody.
- If you're gonna do
this shit behind my back,
I deserve to know who fuck the he was.
- I don't even know his name. Jay, Jack?
I don't remember.
- Where'd you meet him?
- I am too old for this
interrogation shit.
- Where did you meet him?
- At the fucking supermarket, okay?
He works at the deli counter. He always
flirts with me. I knew it would be easy.
- Behind my back.
Behind my fuckin' back.
- What did you want me to do?
- I, I don't know.
You said you would stop.
You said that we would stop together.
I'm fucking dying here, and I thought,
I don't know, I
- Well, well, I can't stop. Okay?
- Well this isn't gonna
work unless we stop.
Don't you get that?
Don't you see that it's not
gonna work unless we both stop.
- I hate this shit.
- So do I.
- We're trying to make it work for him,
but what if we can't?
- Obviously we can't.
Obviously we're too fucking
toxic with each other,
and you're too fucking weak.
- We are both weak.
- And he's too young to
carry the weight of this
fucked up relationship on his back.
It's not fair.
It's not fuckin' fair to him.
- I know that. Don't
you think I know that?
- So what do you wanna do? Hm?
Hey, what do you wanna do?
You even wanna stay together?
- I didn't look for cameras.
- What?
- Security cameras. You know how
we always look for security cameras
to make sure we don't get caught?
I was rushing. I was sloppy.
- You can't do that.
You know this. You fucking know better.
- What are we gonna do about our son?
I don't wanna scar him for life.
- Neither do I.
(door knocking)
- [Police Officer] Police department!
(door knocking)
- [Police Officer] Police
department! Open up!
(suspenseful tones)
- Sharon Weber?
- Yes?
- Could we come in for a minute please?
- I guess so.
- We need to speak to you about Jay Clark.
- Shut the fuck.
- Sir, put your hands behind
your back. You're under arrest.
- What the fuck!
(suspenseful music)
- Let's get him out of here, let's go.
- Please, my son. My son.
- Let's go. Come on. Let's go!
(suspenseful music)
- What the fuck is taking so long?
You promised you would turn me.
- And we will.
- I've brought you people. Lots of people.
My friends. My coworkers.
I even brought you my own damn cousin.
Granted, I never liked
that obnoxious whore,
but still I brought her to you,
and you keep promising
that you're gonna turn me.
I don't understand what
you're waiting for.
- Victoria.
We're a very special breed.
We need to make sure you're worthy.
- How many more people
do I have to kill for you
before you think I'm worthy?
- There's a downside, you know?
It's not as wonderful as
you think it's gonna be.
- Downside. Like what?
I can't go outside in the sunlight?
That's bullshit.
Garlic? Holy water?
All bullshit.
What's the downside?
- Who are you?
Where are you in life?
- I'm living in Hell's Motel 6
That's where I am.
- And you think this is
gonna make you better,
make you happier?
Let me tell you something.
Your problems don't go away.
They get blurry from time to time,
but they're still gonna be there.
- I feel like you keep hanging
this carrot in front of me.
You know what?
I'm done here.
Go find your own fucking food!
- Wait.
One more.
One more person and
I'll change you myself.
How do I know I can trust you?
- Why would I lie?
And this time, it doesn't
have to be one of your people.
You could bring me a few of mine.
Just let them trust you.
Make them feel comfortable
and bring them to me.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
- I met them at our therapy sessions.
Do you even call it therapy?
Because I spent months being
told to fight what I was,`
and I did that because
I thought what I was,
who I was, was wrong, was bad,
because we were different,
we weren't welcomed in
society or in this world,
and then I realized
that I'm not the one who
needs to hide what I am
and I'm not the one who needs
to be ashamed of what I am
and I learned the hard way
that blood isn't thicker than water.
- Are you all ready to come with me?
- In a minute.
You know, there are things in this life
that are just meant to be.
We may not want them,
we may not accept them,
but nothing could change them.
It's bullshit, huh?
It's all in our heads, he said.
Oh, we can fight it, he said.
But the body doesn't like.
They say you can't fight your cravings.
Oh. But they got that wrong.
You're not fighting the craving.
You can't because you are the craving.
You become the craving.
Fighting what you are
only temporarily stalls the inevitable.
And true, true happiness
can only come in acceptance.
- Yes, I agree.
I accept that my life
is sad and depressing
and misleading and heartbreaking.
I've come to accept that
I will never be happy.
That I will never know love.
Joey, now please come with me.
(suspenseful music)
- Be careful what you wish for.
We spend our time interviewing people
that we wouldn't wanna be,
but if you open this
door, it can't be closed.
- It's the only door I have left.
- What do you think that we are?
- My salvation.
- Salvation.
We just say "To live is to suffer.
To survive is to find some
meaning in suffering."
Okay? And that's all that
we trying to do here.
We're just trying to find some meaning
in this endless fucking
quest for satisfaction.
That that brief moment
of ecstasy when we feed.
It's also fucking brutal,
because a moment later we're
right back where we were,
needing it, craving more blood,
and it's just, it's
forever and it's endless.
We're just tortured fucking souls
spinning on this goddamn wheel,
waiting for our next feeding.
That's all.
- You've all said your peace,
and now I ask you all to
please come up with me.
- What do you think that we are?
- We're liars, We're thieves.
We blind your eyes and steal your dreams.
- In other words, they sent
you here to get rid of you.
(suspenseful music)
(group yelling)
- Don't you see with all those
insignificant peasants gone,
we can run this ship.
We can rule this race.
We can rule the entire human race.
- You know, I've learned a lot from you.
How to accept what I am, how
to embrace my own darkness,
and most of all,
how to take whatever I
want whenever I want.
- Yes, Amber. That's the
woman you need to be.
- For example, I do wanna
run this human race,
but I wanna do it by myself.
- What?
(suspenseful music)
- What are you?
- This world is mine now, bitch!
(woman groaning)
(suspenseful music)
- It's obvious that you're still using.
- I can't stop.
I just can't stop.
I'm trying.
- You should know that
trying isn't enough.
- Just, just one more chance. Okay?
Just, just one more chance.
- You're gonna lose everything.
- I've already lost everything.
- My mother was an alcoholic
and my father was alcoholic,
and now I am an alcoholic.
I hated them
and now I hate myself.
- We are so fuckin' toxic together.
We destroyed each other's lives,
and now all we have is each other.
We lost our kid.
They took him away from us.
So you tell me why I
have to stop drinking?
- There's really only one
reason. Getting him back.
- We don't deserve him.
- I tried. I, I tried to
stay with her through it all,
but in the end, I couldn't.
She had chronic back pain for years,
and it led to pain meds and
then just, it just got so bad.
- Doctors had me on oxycodone,
hydrocodone, morphine.
I couldn't stop.
I knew that it was ruining our lives,
and I still couldn't stop.
- You were my life.
You were my everything.
But I, I just couldn't watch anymore.
I couldn't stay.
I didn't know who she was anymore.
- I had everything I ever
wanted, and now I have nothing.
What am I trying to get off of it for?
What am I doing it for at this point?
Why would I wanna stop?
I don't care if I live or die,
so there's no reason to stop.
- Perhaps your boyfriend
can be your support system.
- My boyfriend is the one
who started me on the meth.
He said he loved me, so
I did whatever he wanted
And I couldn't stop.
Can't stop.
Such a mess.
I still am.
- Drugs can take you to hell,
but it's disguised as heaven.
- We would all be at
the club, high, drunk,
and then, I don't know, we
all started doing bath salts.
I literally started to lose my mind.
I attacked my mother, my own mother.
I stole from her and I lied to her
over and over and over and she,
she couldn't take it anymore.
She prayed for me and prayed,
and then finally, that was it.
She threw me out.
I lost her forever.
And she'd never talk to me again.
Can you blame her?
I became a monster.
A fucking monster.
(suspenseful music)
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