Wow... After I jumped, it occurred to me:
Life is perfect, life is the best.
It's full of magic and beauty...
opportunity and television.
And surprises. Lots of surprises, yeah.
And then there's that stuff that everybody longs for...
but they only really feel when it's gone.
All that just kind of hit me. I guess you don't really see it all that clearly when you're...
you know... alive.
I guess you could say my life only really started about two weeks ago.
That's when I lost my best friend Izzy...
and found Eloise.
Eloise... she was something to live for.
And I guess that means something to die for.
Some people said that she was just a dumb slut, but I knew she wasn't dumb.
Whatever Eloise was or wasn't didn't matter to me.
She was the love of my life, even though I hadn't actually met her...
...yet.
OK, Dan, wait, wait, wait... and surprise!
OK, this is one of the nicest spots at the Million Dollar Hotel. We call it "The Lobby".
People come from all over the building and sit and talk about the good old days...
...when they still had insurance.
And, of course, to enjoy the television.
- It's 10 a. m. Switch it. - Yeah, Tom Tom, switch it.
I should tell you, at the time I was a bit slow in the head...
...and that's why I did all the dumb stuff for everybody.
Izzy called me "The Beggar's Butler"...
...and I liked the sound of that.
Dumb stuff is what I was doing the day he arrived...
...all the way from Washington.
I had never seen anybody from Washington before.
Wow!
I remember seeing his shoes first...
...and then his suit...
...which was like an evening gown or something, only for a man.
You could see right away he was special, even before he told you.
My name is Special Agent Detective J.D. Skinner of the FBI.
Now, if any of you have any questions... Don't touch me.
- You'll do. Take me to his room. - Who... whom... who?
What are you, an owl? The dead man, Israel Goldkiss.
Izzy.
- Is he what? - Izzy... was he..?
Izzy. Right.
- Geronimo. - Whatever.
Yeah, let's go to Geronimo.
- Geronimo, hi ho, let's go. - Hi ho!
What is he, an idiot?
I remember he picked up on that real fast.
Skinner, man, I don't think you're gonna solve shit around here. This place is a freak show.
Excuse me, coming through!
Watch it, man!
I smell press. Why don't you keep them at bay?
Sorry, sir, but my job was to chaperone you and to make sure you observe LAPD protocol.
So, why don't you stay here and observe protocol? You got a freight elevator here?
Tom Tom, why don't you take him up?
You know, a man's home is a man's castle.
- You know, a man's home... - I heard you!
It's certainly a man's castle.
Why did you say I was an idiot?
Wild guess.
Good guess.
We went too high. It's going down.
- Skinner. - Hi, baby. Straight to the hotel?
Yeah, I'm there now... No, fine.
- You read the file? - Strange one... I'll get it narrowed.
- A few days, maybe. - We're gonna lose our reservation.
- Why don't you fly ahead, warm it up. - I miss your lips.
- I miss yours, too, baby. - Hurry up, or you'll miss all of me.
- Is someone there? - No, just an echo.
- You better be careful. - Maya, Code Blue. Bye, baby.
It's room 440, just down the hall.
It was exciting to become a Special Agent's apprentice.
I figured I could learn a lot from him.
Certainly more than he would learn from me.
Detective Skinner, FBI.
This is my room. What is happening here?
This is Izzy's room, and you're not Izzy.
Izzy went aerial, man. Wait!
- Is this some story about Izzy? - We call this real life.
So what's with the fancy Frankenstein brace?
Who is this guy?
- Yo, Tom Tom. - Yo, Geronimo?
- Hi ho, hi ho... - And it's off to work we go.
Now stand still and pay attention.
"Fancy Frankenstein" sounds good to me.
I guess special agents don't like to be called names.
They sure know how to get 'em, though.
John Dixie, Jessica Orville, Eloise Ashe.
If they're here, I need to see them. If they're not, I need to find them.
Oh, that's tricky. See, our guests don't have regular schedules...
...and since we've had this problem with the plumbing...
Well, there's been a lot of running around.
I'm in a little bit of a rush, but I could take the time to hit you with 10 or 12 violations
that would ensure you'd be out in the street, laying a pipe in your hat
and using puddles for plumbing. You follow?
OK, yeah. Why don't you try Dixie?
He never really leaves his room. 406. He likes to be called "The Walrus". Could help.
Geronimo said that Skinner scared him and that he might be crazier than all of us together.
We'd better warn everybody he was coming to find Izzy's killer.
Someone's movin' the door. I was...
I just wondered if Skinner could really be crazier than Dixie.
Dixie was in a music band called The Beatles.
Only they didn't know.
Special Agent Skinner. I'm a detective.
You got some Oragel? This fucking cavity's going into my brain.
Morphine, Motrin, Tylenol, anything? Come on, you call yourself a dentist?
Detective. Teeth, gums, gingivitis are out of my line.
Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you pretty little policemen for months now.
- We're here. - It's about time. Somebody's trying to kill me.
If they succeed, I'll come and see you again.
Oh, hello! Jump in.
Don't forget your shot again.
What is it with her?
She's a little fucked up, poor dear. But her mother was really fucked up.
What the hell, we're all fucked up. They never really got the hang of it.
Jessica, there's a cop coming.
Oh, God! I knew it! They're putting her into my custody, after three years in hospital.
- How am I gonna handle it? - No, it's not about that.
- He's trying to find out who killed Izzy. - I thought he jumped.
Well, maybe he didn't.
I keep it inside the big brown bag, inside the loo.
I've been calling your name. I called Liverpool, Interpol, even Paul.
Since I wasn't officially in the band, you know how it goes, it ain't easy.
Yeah, sure. That's not exactly why I'm here.
Israel Goldkiss was pushed from the roof. That makes you a suspect.
Jesus bleeding Christ! Are you paying attention? I'm talking The Beatles, here. The Fab Four.
John understood. That's why they had him killed, you know?
Now they're trying to kill me, because they finally realized who's behind all those songs.
- But I ain't seen no royalties. - Yeah, that's tough.
But either you cooperate, or I book you.
I've been doing nothing but cooperate my whole fucking life.
That's what it's all about to be in a band.
I'm not saying they weren't creatively involved...
but most of the time, they were off with that Maharishi.
You know, India, whatever, you know.
There I was, all alone in the studio with my brilliant ideas...
Thank God I had George Martin.
George... Oh, that album in particular, we grew together like this, me and George.
That's what worries me. You're worried about some flying junkie.
You big mystery solver. "Roll up, roll up!"
You better solve this: How the fuck could they release that album without me on the cover?
If you want to make a name for yourself, Sergeant, you go and figure that one out.
I only do one case at a time.
Tell you what, you give me a confession, I'll look into those royalties for you.
I don't know, maybe it was the excitement of everything...
...murder and mystery and special agents.
Suddenly I just knew: This was my chance to speak to Eloise.
I wanted her to know my name.
It took me a while. You can be slow but confident.
I guess that's the way I am... was.
You shouldn't be smoking.
Sometimes when people smoke, they...
...they die, and sometimes they even get cancer.
Cancer.
And sometimes people die when they smoke, and sometimes they even get cancer.
I can't die.
Oh, you can't?
- You can't? - I don't exist.
So, how come?
I'm fictional.
Sergeant, I don't know what medication you're on, but...
Izzy was a dreamer. We were all dreamers, you know.
Haven't you ever read the interviews? Haven't you ever seen the tapes?
"I was driving to John's in my Aston Martin, and I was stuck in that intersection, you know.
"All of a sudden it came to me, as I went into a dream.
"Somebody spoke to me. 'All right, all right, all right', I said. "
So people think God spoke to him. You think God spoke to him?
You think God sits around writing songs?
I am The Walrus. God's just the middleman.
Is fictional good for you?
I'm sorry, because I'm just trying to make...
...an impression, and maybe even a good impression.
And I didn't know that... Maybe you didn't remember me.
I remember everything.
Everything?
Everything.
That's a lot.
I wouldn't recommend it.
- OK, OK, come. - Huh? Do you believe this guy?
Doesn't seem to be anyone around, does there?
Nothing that my unlimited credit card won't fix.
Come on, come on.
You're from the future, aren't you?
- Yes. - Yes!
What's that like? And how, how is it?
- The future? - Yes.
- It's better. - Oh, good. Good. Good. Good.
That's all Izzy's poems.
You know, familiarity breeds contempt.
- Oh? - That makes you a suspect.
Me, a what? That's the tar. The tar.
What, what is... That's Geronimo's. It goes there.
- What is a... - Suspect?
Well, that's somebody who kills somebody,
until, of course, he can prove that he didn't.
Suspect.
- Thank you! - No, a simple "thanks" is ample.
Wait. Say it one, one more time, when you...
- Suspect. - Suspect.
- One more time! - Suspect.
I don't know if my son was killed to get at me,
but I know that his death has great entertainment potential.
He came from money and power,
lived with bums and Indians, died mysteriously.
Easy headlines: "Far from the golden gates of Bel Air".
It'll be a circus
unless we find his murderer fast, which is why Senator Cole brought you in.
He called you "the heat-seeking missile".
- Mr. Goldkiss, if your son was murdered... - "If"? Of course he was murdered.
- How's that? - Suicide is the lowest crime to a Jew.
We don't have suicide.
We never needed it.
Hardly ever.
Sir, you may have heard that I work suspects as if they were all guilty.
In some way they all are. That's just my style.
You want a frame-up? Get the CIA.
You wanna stick with me, you're gonna get the truth.
My people decide the truth in 60 countries every morning. And in every one it's different.
The truth is the explanation that most people want to buy.
And what my rivals want to buy
is any piece of shit they can get to flush me down the toilet.
They won't find it before I do. Information, that's my game.
This is Hollywood, my boy. They invented the game.
They don't need much here. One ounce of shit, they make a shit soufflé.
Well, thanks for the advice. I better get cracking.
- Work fast. - I need to. I wanna see my fiancée this weekend.
You have a fiancée?
Eloise moved like a shadow.
You could almost see right through her.
It was like, in the day, she lived in her body, but...
...at night she left it...
...for others.
I always wanted to protect her, but Izzy said:
"Don't worry, no one can hurt her. She's not even there. "
I'll have it all figured out before I leave. Facts, evidence, whatever you need.
Prosecution, persecution, soufflés... out of my line.
OK. All right. I like your style.
Just tread carefully. I don't want more trouble.
Television!
Oh, baby, baby. Oh, baby, baby, baby. Oh, baby!
So what usually happens with a murder down here?
Use the toilet on the second floor. Usually, they remove the body.
- Joey, where's the fuckin' hot water? - It will be on in two hours.
- OK, you ready? - Ready.
- So, Geronimo. That's your name, right? - TV, Tom Tom!
I have a few questions about Israel Goldkiss.
- You must've known him for a long time. - Jean Swift.
- The world is dying to know. - Take a look. Look at this.
As far as you know, he's had no contact with his father at all?
No.
Are you sure that his father was this big, rich..?
Izzy talked like he was educated or something, but he lived like a bum!
It magnifies everything. He shouldn't be making big gestures.
You know, it looks like he's got ants in his pants.
- Excuse me. - What's behind all this black, this dark..?
What is this stuff, anyway?
- That's tar - tar paintings. - Tar?
Did you hear what she said before? Izzy's father is a billionaire media king.
This is the way it is.
It's about all of the lives, the cultures, the moments, that are buried in the pavement.
Lost forever, without a trace... like Izzy.
Geronimo spoke of the Californian golden boy who rejected his father's privileged life
to capture the lost souls of the ghetto on canvas.
- They're mine! - Look, Geronimo, your paintings's on TV.
No!
God is white!
- God is white! - He's gotta be white.
- Do you think he cares about the Indians? - No!
First the cavalries, then the reservations, now the paintings.
My paintings! I painted them! Come here.
Why are you mad? Because Izzy's just...
Izzy's just dead, but you are on television.
Television?
Don't you even worry that it was me who killed that little prick and that I'm gonna do you next?
Not really.
I worry that Very Special Agent Detective Skinner will go ahead and take Eloise 'cause...
...Eloise was with Izzy just before he died, but...
Yeoww!
Do you want me to get you a sandwich?
Suffering hair loss.
He won't say shit, eats dog food. Unbelievable.
This place is a nuthouse.
Skinner. Oh, yeah. Hi, baby.
Me? I'm doing fine, just fine.
I can't talk right now, Maya. Yeah, well, you go right on ahead.
Maya, Maya, Maya, I'll call you later. Bye, baby.
- All right? - Yeah.
OK. A few petty crimes here, but mostly they're mental hospital files.
People that fell through the cracks of the welfare system, got dropped.
Your psych-out routines won't work.
They're more afraid of their toilets right now than of you.
Good thinking, Best. Real good thinking.
Skinner!
This is not proper procedure, this... It's not.
Good evening.
For those of you who haven't met me, my name is Special Agent J.D. Skinner of the FBI.
They say nobody solves anything down here.
Well, I'm here to change all that. I know there's a killer. I know it's one of you.
And whoever it is, I promise you I'm gonna get you.
Catch us if you can!
Power to the people!
Quiet! Order!
As you know, your bathrooms aren't working.
But before I'm finished, there'll be no bathrooms, no rooms, no hotel.
There'll be a big hole for all of you to fall into.
I'll be digging that hole every minute I'm here.
- The deeper I dig, the deeper you will fall. - He's a dick!
No amount of insane or pathetic behavior will protect you.
No matter how despicable you act, I can do one better, because I work for the government.
- I thought you were my dentist. - See, I only want one thing, just one.
And if you can enlighten me...
...everything will be just dandy.
And I will spare what is left of your miserable lives.
Are you with me so far?
Go back to Washington, Franken-dick!
Good. We're in accord. I'm glad.
Eloise Ashe? Stop there, Miss, please. I need to talk to you, Miss.
Tom Tom!
I have a couple of questions.
It may sound strange, but...
other than the time my mother came down to visit me and...
said she thought I turned out all right...
...lying next to Eloise...
...in the same situation together...
...that was the best moment of my life.
And if you think about it, it was all thanks to Special Agent Skinner.
Miss Brooks, Miss Brooks. Hey, now, hold it right there.
But not everyone was as thankful as I was. Skinner had finally scared everybody.
So the next morning we all got together to make a plan.
And what a day.
All our lives were about to be connected by a crumpled little piece of paper.
It was an I.O.U. From Izzy to Geronimo.
It said Geronimo could have everything Izzy owned
to pay him back for always paying the rent.
It was worthless before Izzy died and became famous.
Now Geronimo realized...
he could sell his damn tar paintings for a fortune and split the loot with us...
if only everyone would just keep believing...
that Izzy really painted them.
And all he needed was a little help from his friends and from television.
- Television. - So let's get our story straight.
All right, first off. Over to you, Stix.
I just lent Izzy my room sometimes.
Nice room, bachelor pad.
Izzy brought a girl sometimes.
- He never brought me to your room. - No, he brought the ones from the clubs.
Are you saying that I wasn't good enough for your "bachelor pad", shit box?
Hey, no shit in my box, babe! Ain't no shit in my veins.
- I'm gonna break your black balls! - Hey! Chill! Chill!
Oh, God!
- Anybody laughs, I'll crack their heads. - Nobody laugh.
Don't you..! Come on, Jessica.
You want some of this? Come on, bitch!
- Oh, you wish you could! - Sit down!
Izzy and me were engaged. Yeah, we were gonna have a big church wedding!
In Beverly Hills with his whole family and all his friends.
- And no one from down here. - Vivien, Izzy was Jewish, dear.
I know that. You think I don't know that? Fuck you!
- Well, fuck you! - Fuck you!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
Oh, well, if it isn't the Virgin Mary.
She did it, she messed him up.
- He was gonna marry me. That slut! - No, no, no, Vivien!
He didn't rape her.
She wanted it!
Jesus Christ! You guys are all fucking nuts.
I may be a drunk, but my brain is still functioning.
I ain't no freaky-deaky Yankee noodles, like you are.
No, sit down, you are drunk.
All right, all right. We're all fucking noodle soups in our heads here.
But we have to figure this one out now. Now take the ballots, pass them around.
We have to vote. Either we go for this fucking plan or not.
We gotta decide.
We're living in this beautiful country of the United States of America,
so everybody gets to vote.
You have two letters on all these pieces of paper, right?
There's a "Y" and an "N". The "Y" stands for why, and the "N" stands for why not.
But talk about exciting.
It was like those old men in the wigs that Izzy told me about
who got together, signed a letter and made America.
That was a long shot, too. And look what happened.
The world was spinning fast that night.
I just hoped I could hold on and be part of it.
I tell you to tread lightly, and you flood the place.
I warned you about the media. It's already a carnival.
Now it turns out these bums even own my son's paintings.
It's gonna turn into a cover story.
I got a long way to fall, Skinner.
If I fall, I'll land on you.
Well, I had the feeling you weren't going to like me forever, sir.
So the plan was put into action.
We made a decision, and now we were actually making it happen.
I've never seen that before.
My contribution was to stay out of the way.
You still not gonna ask any good old-fashioned detective questions?
Questions tell them what we're thinking.
And free answers are worthless.
But they're fucking with us. It's a scam, I can smell it.
Well, if they wanna fuck, they gotta pay, just like everybody else.
OK, how do you plan on doing that?
Are you looking for clues in the socks?
No, Best. I'm laying clues.
Our plan is in action, huh?
This is certainly dishonest, maybe...
You want us to sell the paintings, don't you?
And make money for all the poor people? Us?
Is that dishonest?
That's nice. Very, very nice.
Izzy always said, he said you're a shark.
- You're a shark in Indian's clothing. - He was an asshole!
What else did he say?
He said that he thought that you wanted to kill him.
Kill him?
Now, Izzy always hated even the smell of Geronimo's tar paintings,
but he loved the little ironies in life.
So I'm sure he'd he happy to know that his death was bringing us all together,
and all brought to you by Channel 6,
his father's enemy station.
Finally, things were really starting to click.
Izzy was a painter...
God damn it, what are you doing, man?
Your trouble is that you grew up normal. That pervades your view of the world.
That's not gonna do you much good in a freak fair like we've got here.
Ask yourself how a poor junkie can afford paints, canvas, tar,
and support a smack habit?
I don't know. Maybe his father was still sending him money.
He couldn't even pay the rent. No, no, Best. There's something else.
Something they all know and that we don't know.
Something that changes everything.
- You figure it out. - I will.
Something that changes everything.
Everything.
He wasn't very good, was he?
Skinner never liked to bother people with questions,
but he did like to bug them.
What he was meant to be was a movie star.
Izzy had that certain indefinable thing. You could smell it.
- You got it? - Uh-huh.
Izzy had that quality -
giving himself completely to everyone he loved.
That's why I gave him my needles, for his habit. What the hell?
OK?
Izzy really wasn't a painter.
I mean, what he did...
...they weren't really paintings.
They were love songs to me.
I was very proud of everybody.
They were all saying just the right things about Izzy.
Even I was believing it.
And I knew Izzy best.
And then came Eloise.
And you know, Vivien was right.
She was a little like the Virgin Mary.
She was the one who really nailed it.
Is there something you'd like to say about why you feel this way?
When something is sacred, it shouldn't be talked about.
The legacy of Izzy Goldkiss,
the man now known as The Painter Saint,
by those who have inherited not only his soul, but his life's work as well.
What a moment.
I felt really weird.
I wondered if that's what success might feel like.
What you gonna do now? It looks like they got you in check.
It gave me hopes of my own. I guess that showed.
Bingo, Best. We're gonna play a different game.
Talk about dumb, sure, my name will come up.
Like, thirsty? Think of Coke.
Izzy always said: "It's good to specialize.
"So they'll think of you first. "
I know how you feel about her, partner.
And I'm gonna make sure that you get a chance to show her.
Special Agent's honor.
I'm gonna get her to come to your room. Would you like that?
All I ask from you is you help me solve this terrible crime.
It wouldn't be like snitching. You'd be helping your friends.
Saving them from danger.
You wanna help, don't you? I mean, you understand that.
- A bear shits in the wood, doesn't he? - Of course he does.
- OK, partner. - That's where you get out.
See ya, ace.
It was fun making a deal with the big boys,
knowing the whole time that it was pretty risky.
But I played dumb.
I suppose Skinner was playing dumb, too, but he was out of his league.
No one ever knew where Eloise went or what she was doing.
But I guess figuring things out was what Special Agents were good at.
Me, I was better at creating confusion.
Have a look around, Best, I'll see you at five.
I tried, sir, but Agent Skinner has a rather aggressive approach.
The third assailant was escaping, so I pursued.
Agent Skinner shot the other two squarely, just inches above the knee.
- I'll have a report early in the morning. - First thing, Best.
...You haven't even dreamed of in all those years at St. Timothy's.
So you seem to know a lot about my situation.
Not really, but enough to know that getting raped and killed by some punks
isn't exactly the best thing for you.
Well, at least they're not doctors or cops.
I'm gonna give... you a real chance here.
Maybe like join the FBI?
No, to use your brain.
Or at least you can use your ass to save your neck.
That's really funny. Too bad you're a cop. You'd make a great pimp.
Here's the deal. You'll be treated fairly,
because as bad as things get around here, they're only gonna get worse.
And you need somebody on your side.
I don't need anyone. I'm crazy, and I got my certificate.
Anyway, whatever you do, they're just gonna run me back to St. Timothy's.
But I'm not insured, so, you know...
No one gets their pit and poison for free.
They're just gonna dump me back here. I got no place else to go.
You know, you can only go that road so many times.
I'm hoping.
- We gotta take both of you to the hospital. - No, no hospital, thank you.
I can take care of myself. Anyway, I'm just gonna go back to the hotel.
What hotel? I'm gonna burn it down unless I get what I need.
I hate to play hardball.
You know.
I'm too scared to play hardball.
You know, just watching her.
But I didn't know that they stacked baloney that high.
What makes you think Tom Tom knows? Or do you think that he did it?
Not likely, no.
So, which of us on the list is more likely?
Everybody.
Do you know what just one night with you would mean to him?
I guess that's 'cause he's stupid.
Is he?
So I'm supposed to believe that after this, you'll leave us alone?
Yes, everyone but the killer.
Medical Services won't be able to deliver your unit until tomorrow evening, sir.
- Fine, fine... - Or would you rather..?
Yes, I'd rather be making love to my fiancée on the Riviera right now. Just send it.
If you can't install the regulator into your back harness, please call the emergency number.
Good luck, sir.
We cured it out.
Like never trust politicians or parking meters.
Like on the first day, you know, me and Izzy, when we got along.
Seeing our plan actually working was amazing.
I was just worried my friends would be even more disappointed
if it all fell apart.
Like things usually did for them,
'cause they'd always been what you call total losers.
It's a little early in the day, thank you.
I'd like to go to your room.
Look over here, Tom Tom.
Are you ready? One, two, three.
Venice is for lovers.
So you're a pretty smooth operator?
Making deals with the cops and everything.
I was just playing dumb.
Uh-huh. So, you don't know anything about the murder?
Uh-uh.
You ever been in a hospital?
Not much.
Are you really retarded?
OK.
Can you do something special? Can you..?
I don't know, can you count all the toothpicks in one box in one glance
or can you talk to animals or something?
No.
That's too bad.
- Why don't you do something? - Bye-bye.
Come on, the look.
You know the look, no? No, no.
The look. Do the look.
No. Not funny.
It's funny.
- No. - Please.
Please.
- Uh-uh. - For me.
If you're not gonna play retard, I'm not gonna play whore.
Don't go for a doughnut.
So...
So why do you like me so much, anyway?
I don't know.
Tom, you know...
You can't always just say yes or no or...
I don't know. You know?
I mean, there must be a reason.
You know, it'd be nice to know what it is.
So why don't you think about it, and I'll wait.
Love can never be portrayed the same way as a tree...
...or the sea, or any other mystery.
It's the eyes, with which we see.
It's the sinner in the saint.
It's the light inside the paint.
I always knew those lines would come in handy one day.
I had to thank Izzy for that.
You understand that celebrities depend entirely on my judgment,
because the line between art and garbage can be thin.
Sometimes even artists cannot see it.
And sometimes it is my decision that makes it what it is.
Therefore, the artist is often merely the painter,
and the dealer is actually the artist.
- Right, the bullshit artist. - Luckily the painter is dead, so I can speak freely.
- Oh, don't hesitate, please. - It is, of course, garbage.
I knew it!
Important garbage.
- Oh, important garbage. - Social...
Psychotic...
- Erotic? - Yes.
Yes?
Elegant?
No.
- Dark? Very dark. - Very dark.
Yet optimistic.
Large.
Large... dark... garbage.
- Right on, Reverend. - As art... I like it.
He's so right. That's great.
- I can sell it. - Let's go!
He can sell it, oh, yeah.
They found this girl's body in the garbage.
One of those bins they have outside houses.
And it was full of concrete
so you couldn't even see her.
And they had to chip away at the block very carefully
so they wouldn't mess up any of the evidence.
And they said that they didn't know...
...if she had been molested.
Well, I bet she was.
I bet she probably was molested in every possible way.
Ways that you can't even imagine.
Ways that don't even make sense.
Not even to the people who did them.
And you know, you know, the concrete was probably like...
...a relief, it was probably the most...
wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.
Like some warm bath that you can just...
just sleep and sleep forever.