American Horror Story s11e01 Episode Script

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- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (RODENTS SQUEAKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HORN HONKING)
(LAUGHTER)
WOMAN: Thank you.
- MAN: Thank you.
- WOMAN 2: Sorry.
- (PIANO PLAYING SOFT MUSIC)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Oh. (LAUGHS) Captain Ross.
Hey, Tawny.
Yeah, I was just having a quick
nightcap with the other girls.
They were wondering where you were.
Oh, you know. Off to get some ice.
I am just bushed.
Know how you feel.
Since we're both staying in,
maybe we could stay together.
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- That's, um
- a very nice offer, Tawny.
- Mm.
I'm extremely flattered, but I'm also
Oh.
You know the funny thing about these?
They come right off.
Sorry.
Mine doesn't come off.
Excuse me.
("IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT"
BY WILLY DEVILLE PLAYING)
(TAWNY SIGHS)
(SIREN WAILING)
I walk in the sidewalk ♪
And I feel like ♪
Every part of me ♪
Mm, is watchin' you ♪
Just like some kind of vision ♪
Comin' so close ♪
And like in a dream ♪
You're just out of reach ♪
Let my pistols click,
make my zip unzip ♪
(LIGHTER CLICKS OFF)
Make my racing heart flutter ♪
Let me have my fun ♪
(DISTANT GROANING)
But in the heat of the moment ♪
Don't you forget ♪
In the heat of the moment,
I'll be movin' in ♪
In the heat of the moment ♪
Don't you forget ♪
All the things that
we haven't done yet ♪
Oh. ♪
(SIREN WHOOPS)
MAN: Back up!
(HORN HONKS TWICE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hope you haven't had breakfast yet.
Yeah?
Just did.
Poor guy over there,
fishing with his son
when he spotted the body.
Fishing in the Hudson?
You're shitting me.
(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)
Oh, my God. Jesus.
- ID?
- Just this.
The Brownstone.
- It's a fruit stand over on
- Yeah, I know what it is.
Anything else? I don't
see any visible wounds.
Besides the obvious one.
WOMAN: Neck was severed around
the fourth cervical vertebra,
right through the vocal cords.
Well, at least we know what he
was doing right before he died.
Yeah, Mulcahy? What was he doing?
Giving head.
(LAUGHTER)
HANNAH: The levels of multiplication
and mutation are more rapid
than anything
- I've ever seen.
- Mm.
And you're sure the samples
were properly handled?
I went out to Fire Island
and collected and prepared them myself.
WILLIAM: And the symptoms
when they're displayed?
Seizures, skin infection,
liver failure.
You have to get out there,
talk to the mayor, chief of police.
At this level of mutation
and multiplication,
we can have an epidemic
on our hands in months.
MANNEY: What happened to it?
HANNAH: It has a virus, a new one.
I've been taking samples
from deer carcasses
out on the island for over a year,
ever since the first buck died
with similar symptoms.
MANNEY: We've definitely been
finding more dead ones as of late.
One of my deputies found three
dead together the other day.
Looked like a family.
Whatever this virus is,
it's highly communicable,
and it could be mutating too quickly
for the deer's immune system
to fight it.
LEMBEK: If these deer here
are isolated on an island,
then how the hell did they
suddenly catch some new disease?
New diseases are born every day.
That's science.
As scary as it may seem,
if we don't start
mitigation efforts soon,
it's going to wipe out
the entire population.
You're going to have to kill
all the deer on this island.
LEMBEK: And if we don't,
they're all gonna die?
HANNAH: The deer are simply
the first carriers of the virus.
And the way that it's mutating,
it could leap to humans
if it hasn't already.
Then we're gonna have to arm up
and shoot down every deer
on this island.
(RHYTHMIC, MECHANICAL BEEPING)
(SIREN BLARING)
- What do you think?
- WOMAN: Hard to tell.
Rats got to the head, and
the body was deformed
- by the water.
- Right.
Those cuts look pretty similar to me.
Could be, but I couldn't tell
you if they were the same blade.
Well, come on. It's got to be.
You know, if this was the head
and body of a pretty blonde
16-year-old from Riverdale,
you'd have ten detectives
- down here on the case.
- Hold up.
Someone stuffed it
down in there pretty good.
Holy shit.
Was that the cause of death?
Or could somebody have stuffed
that down there post-mortem?
Teeth are intact, which means
he probably didn't struggle
when it was being put in.
Don't the homosexuals use
colored handkerchiefs like this
to let others know what they're into?
Saw something about it on Donahue.
Thanks.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Where's Gino Barelli?
We want to lodge a formal complaint.
What do I look like, your hairdresser?
Ha! Your paper is here
to serve the gay community,
but you're ignoring half of it.
Listen, if you want to apply for a job
or submit a freelance article
or an op-ed, please, be my guest.
Hey, lesbians have issues, too.
Why don't you ever write
about women's health issues?
How the ERA is completely stalled out?
How we can't get access
to health care
Yeah. Write about that.
You know, I would really love
to write about those issues,
but I'm a gay man,
so I write about issues
that are important to gay men.
Oh, yeah? What are you writing
about that's so important?
I'm writing about how gay men
are being hunted
and killed in this town.
Wasn't us.
All right, ladies, it's time to go.
- Wait. This is a Is this a threat?
- FRAN: No.
Sounds like you need something
to protect yourself.
(DOOR OPENS)
Is that you?
Something smells good.
PATRICK: Oh. Beef Bolognese.
How was your day?
GINO (SIGHING): Oh
Really? I didn't know
our mayor liked boys.
(LAUGHS) Homophobic Hall of Shame.
First annual issue.
You should thank me
for not including you.
- Funny.
- Seriously.
Your precinct has more
complaints from the community
than any other precinct in Manhattan.
It's just a lot of old-school
guys all in one place.
Keep defending them.
You should quit and do something else.
I don't know how to do anything else.
That's not exactly true.
(PATRICK CHUCKLES)
What's the matter? You look tense.
We found another body.
By the piers. He was missing a head.
What the fuck?
Oh, Jesus, Patrick.
- That's three now.
- Mm-hmm.
Is the department gonna hold
a press conference?
- People need to know about this.
- No.
And I am telling you this
off the record.
I'm not supposed to talk
about this with anyone.
I'm not "anyone".
I'm the guy you supposedly love.
I should be writing about
Hell, the New York Times
should be writing about it,
- and you should be helping.
- I-I can't.
Gino, we have talked about this.
We have to keep
our professional lives separate.
Oh, really? When it's life-and-death?
- Those are the rules?
- Just think what you want to think.
But I am not going to jeopardize
my career to be your source.
The fuck good are you?
(GINO SIGHS)
What the fuck am I doing?
- What am I doing?
- What are you talking about?
What the fuck am I doing with you?
Here in this sham of a relationship?
Hey, hey, hey, no. Don't say that.
It's not a sham, okay?
I did not go through everything
that I've gone through in my life
to go back into the closet for a guy
who does not want
to be what he truly is.
Yeah, maybe, but I am very good in bed.
(SOFT CHUCKLE)
(SIGHS)
Gino
I am doing the best I can.
Maybe that's just
That's not enough.
We need you.
I need you.
Not like this.
Where are you going?
Somewhere.
- Anywhere where I'm not hiding.
- Mm.
Or helping someone to hide.
Come on, Gino. Let's just
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS) Shit.
SHERIFF (ON TV): Mr. Ewing?
- Yeah.
- Mr. Barnes made a very serious accusation.
He claims you pushed
Miss Shepard off that balcony.
J.R.: That man is a damn liar.
I saw him
ADAM: I was watching that.
Mm. Come on. Get yourself cleaned up.
You're coming out with me.
I don't want to go anywhere.
Fuck off, Sully.
You have been eating
breakfast cereal and watching TV
for six days.
Adam, I could understand one day
'cause of his hot little accent,
but any longer is just
you feeling sorry for yourself.
I was falling in love with him.
Bullshit. You were falling
in love with falling in love.
Get off of me.
I really need you tonight.
I got to do some business,
and I don't want to go out there alone.
Are those drugs?
What's the hurry with selling ludes?
The price is skyrocketing,
I really need the money,
and you really need some fresh air.
Fine.
Where are we going? What is this?
Only one of the best places
in the world.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
You're not here
to sell those pills, are you?
Okay, so maybe I lied.
Had to get you off that couch, okay?
- This is dirty.
- I'm doing you a favor.
It's giving me the creeps.
Well, I'm shaking, but it's not
'cause they're creeps.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Tell me you're not going
anywhere with that guy.
Be cool. Groove with it.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- What am I supposed to do?
- Have fun.
(SIGHS)
Sully?
Sully?!
Come on, Sully.
(RUSTLING IN BRUSH)
Hey, man, I-I don't want any trouble.
Sully?!
Adam? Sorry. That's my roommate.
- Adam?
- Sully?
Adam?
(GRUNTS)
Adam?
Great. Just great.
- (YELLING)
- Sully?
(PANTING)
Okay, tell me again.
How was this tall individual dressed?
He was wearing a-a hood and all leather,
and, uh, he wasn't just tall.
- He was gigantic.
- PATRICK: Okay.
Okay, but, uh, his dress
by leather clothes, would
you say he was a leather man?
Part of a gay, uh, leather subculture?
Like what you might find
at places like, uh, uh,
The Backfill Club?
I don't know. I-I have never been.
I haven't been anywhere like that.
(TYPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You're gonna tell me you can't
do anything, aren't you?
I knew this was a waste of time.
You don't give a shit about us.
Every day, we're getting beaten,
and we are dying,
- and the police don't give a shit.
- Cut the drama, okay?
If that were true, I would not have had
to chuck my shoes away
because they were covered
in polluted river water.
So there was a body by the piers?
And you're looking into it.
Oh, I just bring it out
to make a point, okay?
Some of us actually care.
And the reason I can't
help you today is not
because your roommate's homosexual.
It's because he's only
been missing 12 hours.
Plus, there is no evidence of a crime.
What about that scream
in the park? That guy?
You heard a yell, and some
leather guy followed you.
Go home. Wait for your roommate.
If he doesn't show up by Thursday,
you come back and see me.
I'll take a full report.
MARZARA: You just sent
the guy away 'cause it's not
a missing persons case.
What are we talking about?
Maybe we should look into it.
The body in the river,
the two others last month?
I'm getting a very bad feeling
in my gut.
Yeah, I get a bad feeling in my gut
every time I open the newspaper.
I'm worried we're seeing
a pattern here, Chief.
Someone could be targeting
the gay community.
Five people dead
is a Friday night in the Bronx,
it's not a pattern.
Let me tell you something.
The people that make up
that "community"?
They come to the city for a reason.
They come here to get lost,
and that's exactly what they do.
Sounds like you've thought about this.
- Yeah, it's 20 years' experience talking.
- (PHONE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
MARZARA: What?
What is it?
(PEGGY LEE'S "FEVER" PLAYING)
- (QUIET CHATTER)
- ♪
♪
Never know how much I love you ♪
Never know how much I care ♪
When you put your arms around me ♪
I get a fever that's so hard to bear ♪
- You give me fever ♪
- (WHISTLING)
MAN: Yeah.
When you kiss me ♪
Fever when you hold me tight ♪
Fever ♪
In the mornin' ♪
Fever all through the night ♪
MORRIS: but I agree with the police.
Sully's a slut and a drug dealer.
He'll show up eventually,
probably in jail.
I'm going to get a steam bath.
Find me when you're normal again.
When you call my name ♪
And you know I'm gonna ♪
Excuse me.
Do you know who that is in that photo?
No. I know who took it, though.
- Who?
- Theo Graves.
Very talented.
Uh, does he have a studio?
Do you know where I can find it?
He's right over there.
Likes to make a splash, so to speak.
Romeo loved Juliet ♪
Juliet, she felt the same ♪
When he put his arms around her ♪
He said, "Julie, baby,
you're my flame" ♪
Thou giveth fever ♪
(DISTANT SHOUT, WHISTLING)
Um, can I close?
Fever with thy flaming youth ♪
Fever ♪
Excuse me.
Hey, I'm sorry. I'm not
here looking for a
No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I couldn't help but, um,
overhear you talking about your friend.
You said that he disappeared
into the park last night.
I'm sorry. I I don't know you.
The police aren't going to help you.
- When her daddy tried to kill him ♪
- But I will.
Um, I'm Gino Barelli.
I write for The Native.
With his kisses ♪
Here's where you find me.
Holds me tight ♪
Fever ♪
Till you sizzle ♪
What a lovely way to burn ♪
What a lovely way to burn ♪
(WHISPERING):
What a lovely way to burn. ♪
- (TRAFFIC PASSING)
- (BIRDS SINGING)
(ELEVATOR STOPS)
♪
(MAN LAUGHING)
(DOOR CREAKING SHUT)
Hi. I'm here to see Theo.
He asked me to come by.
I'm sure he did. He's just finishing up
with a session, but you can go in.
He likes an audience.
Uh, no, thanks.
Makes me shit my pants.
Right.
- THEO: There you go. Beautiful.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Nice. Nice, nice.
All right.
Eyes up, eyes up.
Nice, nice. Hold it, hold it.
Beautiful. Beautiful. Excuse me,
hold it, hold it, hold it.
Hold it. Nice.
(EXHALES)
All right, eyes here.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
All right. You can collect your money
from Tanya on the way out.
MODEL: Thanks.
(MODEL CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Hi. I'm Adam.
I know. I saw you at the bathhouse.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
I was hoping to talk to you
about some of your photographs.
(SUBWAY CARS RUMBLING)
Ah.
THEO: My grandmother was a psychic.
You know, they called her
a witch back in Haiti,
'cause she could see things
no one else could see.
And she always said that I was
her favorite in the family
because I'm the one
she passed her powers on to.
See, um
when I used to photograph
a scrotum wrapped in chains,
other people saw something grotesque,
but I saw a bouquet, you know?
And you don't photograph
that kind of thing anymore?
Oh, sometimes.
But, uh, truth is,
as soon as other people started
seeing the beauty in it,
I just wasn't as interested anymore.
Now I like photographing
flowers and water drops.
Exposing the perverted
in what everyone else sees as beautiful.
The idea of perfection holds me ♪
Okay, go stand against this wall.
Suddenly ♪
I'm not, uh
I'm not here to be photographed.
If you want to ask me questions,
you have to let me shoot you
while you do.
If not, you can get the fuck out.
But the mountain never moves ♪
Rape me like a child,
christened in blood ♪
Shirt off.
Painted like an unknown saint ♪
There's nothing left but hope ♪
Nice.
Your voice is dead ♪
And, oh, it's always empty ♪
Tell me something terrible.
I thought I was supposed
to be asking you stuff.
We'll trade off.
Trust in me through closing years ♪
My friend Sully is missing.
Missing could be terrible, but
it could also be very boring.
(SHUTTER CLICKS)
If only we could stay ♪
Get on your knees.
The right words ♪
We cry like the stone white clown ♪
And stand ♪
Keep going.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
I want to know about
a model that you photographed.
Uh-huh.
Big guy, muscled,
wearing a leather mask.
I saw him in one of the pictures
you took at the bathhouse.
THEO: Hmm.
Oh.
Sounds like Big Daddy,
or that's what we called him.
I don't know his real name,
and I haven't seen him in years.
(DOOR OPENS)
You can put your clothes back on.
Would you mind, uh,
calling me
if you see this Big Daddy again
or hear anything about him?
I think he's hurting people.
Oh. I'll do my best to avoid him.
Nothing left ♪
(CLEARS THROAT)
Nothing left ♪
- Who's that?
- (DOOR OPENS)
Did you get anything good of him?
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Well, I didn't get him
squatting over a traffic cone, so
nothing you'll think is worthwhile.
(SAM CHUCKLING)
I am so sick of you acting
like you're the artist,
and I'm some checkbook with a dick.
My eye for what's now
and what collectors want
pays for all of this, and
your little pad on Spring
and your cocaine habit.
Maybe you should date
a pornographer instead, Sam.
Our clientele can't hang
pornography on their walls
and invite the neighbors
over to look at it,
so if they want a photo
of an asshole in a public space,
they need to have paid $50,000 for it.
(LAUGHS)
Don't worry, baby.
I'm still photographing
boys and their toys.
Yeah, but your artist's heart
isn't in it, and I see.
And I can convince
the closeted stockbrokers
and the nouveau riche
Hollywood executives
that the new work is as
aesthetically true as the old,
but, eventually, they're gonna
figure out that it isn't.
Something dark is coming.
Can't you feel it out there
when you walk down the street?
You sound like your grandmother again.
- Because I'm right.
- (SNIFFING)
Look, for now, I need
to look away from it,
and use my eyes
to see the obvious beauty,
or else the darkness is
- It's gonna swallow me up.
- Yeah, well,
we're not gonna let that happen, are we?
(SNIFFING)
Hmm?
I've got a marvelous idea
for a new series of photographs.
I'm in the process of setting it up.
You will
love it.
(BUBBLING)
- Where are you going?
- Out.
Okay, uh
Wait.
Smoke the peace pipe?
(CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFLES)
So, uh
So, look, I asked Marzara
if I could leak a story
about this possible
serial killer to a reporter,
and he told me if I did that,
I'd end up in a morgue,
and he meant it.
If word got out that I did anything
to make the NYPD look bad,
I'd be a dead man.
I'm not looking
to break a big story, Pat.
Come on. This is about people dying.
Now, I am not gonna give you
any more information
on this investigation,
but I would like
to ask you some questions.
Oh.
Okay.
What does a blue handkerchief mean?
(LAUGHS) Oh, God.
You boys who came out late are so
charmingly naïve.
You really never heard
of the handkerchief code?
Really?
Well
we're not like the straights,
where, when you go
to a pickup bar, everybody knows
pretty much what you're into.
You stick it in, you move
it around a little bit,
and you hope she's on the pill.
No.
Our tastes are more
specific.
And we're not afraid to let people know
before our clothes come off,
which is why
they invented the handkerchief code.
I've seen that. All those
guys walking around
down on Christopher Street
with the bandanas
hanging out their back pockets?
Huh.
Light blue in your right pocket
means you like to give head.
Left pocket means you like to get head.
Gray is for bondage.
Black is for S&M.
Yellow is f
self-explanatory.
- Dark blue?
- Anal.
Why?
Did one of the dead men have a blue one?
Oh, come on. Gino.
I'm asking the questions.
(SIGHS)
You ever been to The Brownstone Bar?
No, but I know where it is.
Why? You want to go?
I'm not supposed to be actively
investigating this case.
Right now, it's just
a bunch of unrelated bodies
to the NYPD homicide unit.
But the, uh, reporter's
not bound by those rules.
He can do whatever he wants.
Go to The Brownstone Bar.
Ask whatever questions you need.
Snoop.
There's hope for you yet.
Be safe.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(DISHWARE CLATTERING)
(DISTANT SIREN BLARING)
- Hi.
- Hey.
I'd give you a hug, but I
have this summer cold,
and I don't know what
the rules are between us.
I want to be respectful.
Well, there are no rules,
Barb, we can still hug.
- We still love each other.
- Okay. (LAUGHS)
I feel stupid even worrying about it,
but this is all just so weird for me.
I know. I'm sorry.
(EXHALES) All right. Uh
might as well get this over with.
Uh, have your lawyer mark those up
and then send it back to mine.
I, uh I Oh, thank you.
I, uh I Thanks.
I-I don't have much, Barbara.
But you'll see when you look
at those papers that I would do
my very best to make sure
you're looked after.
Well, I already got a job
at Bloomingdale's.
- Ah.
- Women's formal shoes, I guess.
Apparently, it's the place to be
if you work on commission, so
That's great, honey.
Honey?
Why couldn't you just
have been honest with me
before we got married, Patrick?
I was a coward,
and I loved you.
I thought I could make it work.
Well, you and your secrets.
You are unknowable.
(KISS)
(PIANO PLAYING "KILLING ME
SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG")
♪
(PLAYING "KILLING ME SOFTLY
WITH HIS SONG")
Oh. Thank you.
Huh.
Well, lucky me.
I'm looking at a time traveler.
A man from that bygone era
when courtship began innocently enough
with the purchase
of a cocktail and a "hello".
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, the good old days.
But, uh, I'm not here on the make.
I'm I'm Gino Barelli.
- Oh.
- I'm a reporter with The Native.
I was hoping to talk to you.
Why ask me for an interview?
Did that bartender whisper
coquettishly in your ear
about my surrealism collection
back at my brownstone?
- (LAUGHS)
- My Finis are to die for,
the best in town.
No, the bartender neglected
that fascinating fact.
But he did tell me
that you were a, uh
You're a regular here.
Oh.
Mm.
How can I help you, Lois Lane?
I'm working on story
about a possible serial killer
trolling the bars and the piers
targeting gay men.
And this story you're
writing about lately
do you think this is going to, what
compel your readers to action?
Do you think the gay men of this city
are gonna change their ways
and start protecting themselves
against the danger
that you're writing about?
Well, from the sizes of the crowds
outside the bathhouses and the bars
and on the street corners,
- I would say "no".
- Hmm.
I think this is a mistake.
There's a predator out there.
Well, how can there not be?
Predators thrive
on decadence and excess.
You know, two doors down
from this very spot,
there is a bar called "The Hole"
where, 24 hours a day,
they employ, as an unpaid
volunteer, a young man
for any and all to enjoy.
Now I enjoy a plump rump
as well as the next man,
but how can the darkness
not feel welcome
in an establishment like that?
I'm not looking for the darkness
as an idea.
I'm looking for a man.
A man who kills.
I think he's been in this bar.
HENRY: I've seen him.
Someone like him.
He usually comes in late,
five minutes before closing
when all the unloved queens,
too chubby or too
sad or too messy have
just about given up hope.
He rides in to bring
the hope back to life.
What does he look like?
(SMACKS LIPS)
Honestly, by the time he comes in,
I'm already too deep to notice the
specifics of a man.
Mm.
One thing I can tell you.
He seems drawn to the ones
that like Mai tais.
And once he leaves with them,
I never see them again.
Can I use your name in the article?
So this killer can come after me next?
I'm in the phonebook, sweetheart.
No, thank you.
I understand.
- Thanks for your help.
- Mm.
So I have to know that you're gonna do
whatever it is we ask you to do.
That you're not gonna get
there and back out.
Because our time is very valuable.
How's your pain threshold?
I came to New York to be an actor.
I I wouldn't want to do anything
that could affect my reputation,
you know?
Do you know who I am?
Who Theo is?
The photos are for private sale
to high-net-worth men of immense power,
collectors of high art and beauty
and shock value.
Ruin your reputation?
Baby, I'm offering you your big break.
(GINO SIGHS)
(SIREN WAILING)
STRANGER: You okay, friend?
Thank you. I don't know
what's going on with me.
Looks like maybe someone slipped
something in that drink.
Something's not right.
It's okay. My car's right here.
Don't worry.
You're going to be all right.
Who are you?
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)
♪
FREDDY: All right.
I'm Freddy.
Sam told me to come?
THEO: Great. Hold that. Right there.
Nice.
(CLICKING ON TABLE)
And shirt off.
(SAM SNIFFLES LOUDLY, SIGHS)
Phew. (SNIFFLES)
Mm.
(SHUTTER CLICKS)
Oh.
Beautiful, Freddy.
Hold that. Right there.
Nice.
Uh, no, wait. What are we ?
Are we shooting for Playgirl?
Or what, huh?
Or are we actually making
something worthwhile?
(SAM SNIFFLES)
Get naked, Freddy.
What, you don't want
to be shot by Theo Graves?
Good boy.
I want to see the contact sheets
as soon as you develop.
Some of those are going
into my personal collection.
Hmm.
What? You don't approve?
Worse. I don't care.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Wait. Do you remember
that really big leather guy
I photographed a few times
a few years back?
Huge guy. Unforgettable.
"Big Daddy" was his name, I think?
Do you have any idea where he
is, or what his real name was?
I think he's dead. That's
what I heard, anyway.
I want to fuck. Do you want to fuck?
I got to fuck after that.
Go fuck yourself.
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
(MAN LAUGHING)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪
Here you go.
- A desert road ♪
- (SIGHS)
- Thanks.
- From Vegas to nowhere ♪
Someplace better ♪
- Than where you've been ♪
- Uh
Look, you seem really cool,
but I'm not sure I'm
really feeling like
hooking up right now.
The Sully stuff is
really freaking me out.
Right. I didn't ask you here to fuck.
I heard something about Big Daddy.
He died a couple years ago.
That's not possible. I'm sure
the guy I saw was him.
He looks exactly like he did
in your photograph.
Must be someone who looks like him?
I'm sorry.
Um, it's not that you're not fuckable,
because you totally are. It's just, uh,
I prefer something
a little more anonymous.
I've got a boyfriend.
(LAUGHS)
A hot dry wind blows
right through me ♪
Hey.
You want to get a room?
Not tonight, thanks.
But we both know ♪
A change is coming ♪
Coming closer, sweet release ♪
I ♪
Am calling you ♪
Can't you hear me? ♪
I ♪
Am calling you ♪
♪
(DEER BLEATING)
This isn't right.
I know for a fact you hunt, Deputy.
DEPUTY: This isn't hunting.
No, but it's necessary.
I ♪
Am calling you ♪
- (GUNSHOTS)
- (DEER SCREAMING)
Ooh, ooh ♪
(WHISPERING): I know you hear me. ♪