[Twangy music]
♪ ♪
- Come on, read me something.
Anything good in there?
- It's just junk news.
- Better than Fox News.
- Mm, amen.
How you doing?
- I'm sick of driving.
My butt hurts, and my legs hurt.
And my back hurts.
- All right, well, you want to play a game?
- Yeah, please.
Which one?
- One truth or one lie?
- Oh, come on.
I read you like a book.
I read you like a book!
That's too easy.
- Bring it.
Let's see.
- All right.
The first time that I ever saw Nightmare on Elm Street
was junior high at Andy Boone's house.
Scared the living hell out of me.
I had to sleep with his mother.
Just the two of us.
Dad out of town.
In her bed all night.
- [Chuckles]
Truth.
Pansy!
My god.
- Just go.
- All right, all right, all right.
So I lost my virginity to Lately by Jodeci.
- You're kidding, right?
Please tell me that's a joke.
That's pathetic. - Gotcha!
You are so easy.
- Oh, yeah, you're funny.
You're like Jokey Smurf.
You're that little guy with the presents.
That's you.
- Actually, it was I Will Always Love You
in the back of William Jacobs' truck.
- That's a lie.
- Really? - That's a lie.
Yeah, bullshit.
- You'll never know.
- Are you kidding me?
- Are you jealous?
- No. Please.
- Oh, you are.
It was five minutes of sheer agony.
- Yeah, more like five seconds.
Kid doesn't know his dick from a hole in the ground.
Are you kidding me?
- It's nothing compared
to the five minutes I want from you.
- Too bad I don't have a little Whitney Houston.
- Mm.
Lucky for you, you don't need it.
- Oh, really?
What are you doing?
You know that I'm driving right now, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?
- Don't mind me.
- Oh, don't mind you?
- Mm-mm.
- All right.
I'll just pretend like you're not there.
All right, game's over.
[Tires screeching]
[Suspenseful orchestral music]
♪ ♪
- [gasping]
- Are you okay?
- I think so.
Are you?
[Sighs]
- I thought we were done.
- I know.
Let's stop for the night.
- Oh, L.A. Is only a couple more hours.
- No, you have been driving for hours.
And I'm horny as hell.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Let's find a cheap and seedy place.
- Oh, yeah?
- I'm feeling dirty.
- Like you need a shower, dirty,
or dirty dirty?
- A little bit...
- Dirty.
- Oh, God.
[Sighs]
[Engine revving]
[Moody guitar music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Seems like yesterday I was here ♪
♪ Dreaming my life away ♪
- Thanks for the ride.
- I didn't want you to be late for work again.
- You gonna go to the women's thing?
- Counseling?
Yes.
It starts in 15 minutes.
- Oh.
Okay.
You can still pick me up in the morning?
- Yeah.
- I really do love you, Sugarplum.
- I know.
- Happy anniversary.
- See you in the morning, Frank.
- Okay.
[Door slams]
[Brakes squeak]
[Doors slam]
- It's perfect with a capital P.
- It doesn't look like anyone is here.
- That's why it's perfect.
Pretend we're broke-ass honeymooners.
Come on.
Excuse me?
Hello, mister?
- Hey, buddy.
- Apologies.
- We're looking for a room for the night, please.
- Yeah, it would be my pleasure.
How's room six?
That's our blue orchid suite, as I like to call it.
- Is it clean?
- Yeah, of course it is.
I cleaned it myself.
- It'll work.
- I just need your Johnny Hancock and $60.
- You need any of this other stuff here?
- No, don't worry about it.
I'll get it,
"Paul O'Kelly."
- Yep, that's me.
- Well, enjoy your stay.
- My name's Frank,
if you need anything, anything at all.
- Thank you.
- Oh, hey.
The cafe is open 24/7.
- Got it.
- Hey, Paul.
Don't hesitate to call.
- Will do.
- Frank.
- Right.
- What are you doing here?
- What's it look like?
- Well, I have the night shift.
- Not according to my work order.
- The agency must have double booked.
- I don't think so, amigo.
- Man, welcome to Shitsville, huh?
- Don't turn that thing up too high.
- Come here, cowboy.
- I love you.
Mm.
Take them off.
Mm.
[Both moaning]
Baby?
- Don't stop. Keep going.
Almost there.
- Is something wrong?
- There's nothing wrong.
- You sure?
Maybe you're just too tired.
- I'm not too tired.
- Should I stop?
Have I done something?
- Of course not.
- No?
This hasn't happened in a while.
- No shit.
- What's wrong?
- There's nothing wrong.
- Don't be embarrassed.
- I'm not embarrassed, all right?
- Maybe you shouldn't smoke so much.
- Maybe I just don't want to have sex with you.
- Tell me how you really feel.
- Just stop, okay?
- Don't tell me to stop it.
Perfect.
Get dressed.
Shut down like always.
- I'm going to grab a cup of coffee.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
[Bluesy guitar music]
♪ ♪
[Steve Merry's Atlanta Rising]
♪ ♪
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[The Donays' Devil In His Heart]
♪ ♪
- ♪ He's got the devil in his eye ♪
- ♪ But his eyes, they tantalize ♪
- ♪ He's going to tear your heart apart ♪
- ♪ Oh, his lips, they really thrill me ♪
- Hello?
- ♪ I'll take my chances ♪
♪ For romance is so important to me ♪
♪ He'll never hurt me ♪
♪ He won't desert me ♪
♪ This someday you'll see ♪
- ♪ He's got the devil in his heart ♪
- ♪ No, no this I won't believe ♪
[song starts over]
- What the fuck?
- Not much for music around here.
- Christ, man.
- Sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I'm your only help.
- Only help?
[Music stops]
- Yeah, the jukebox, she's got a mind of her own.
Whole motel does, but I've got everything under control.
- All by yourself?
- Yeah, tonight, anyway.
Sit wherever you like.
The menu's a bit limited, but we'll find you something.
- Just a cup of coffee will be good.
- That I can do.
- Black and sweet.
- Right.
As ordered.
The coffee is to go.
The pie is on the house.
- Thank you.
- Try it.
I made it myself.
- You made the pie?
- Yeah.
- You're a baker, huh?
- I don't know about that.
- That is pretty good.
- [Chuckles]
Hey, um, your wife...
- Adrienne?
No, she's my girlfriend.
- Oh.
Well, you're lucky to have her here.
Do you know that?
- Yeah, I suppose I am.
- She's good.
Like, purity.
- Most nurses are.
- Oh, you don't say?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, keep her close.
There's a few of us ever get so lucky.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Oh, nothing.
Just, you know, a piece of advice.
- Well, I wasn't asking for any advice.
- No, yeah, no.
I know.
No harm, no foul.
- How much do I owe you?
- Forget it, dude.
Coffee's on the house too.
- You sure?
It's a bad way to do business.
- Yeah, well, to tell you the truth,
75 cents isn't gonna save this place.
- Yeah, I suppose you're right with that.
- Yeah, okay, I'm gonna go back to the office.
So enjoy your evening, Paul.
- Thank you.
[Bouncy doo-wop music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ He's got the devil in his eye ♪
- ♪ But his eyes, they tantalize ♪
- ♪ He's going to tear your heart apart ♪
♪ Oh, his lips, they really thrill me ♪
♪ I'll take my chances ♪
♪ For romance is so important to me ♪
♪ He'll never hurt me ♪
♪ He won't desert me ♪
♪ This someday you'll s... ♪
[music stops]
- Good night.
Evening, Colleen.
- I need to speak to you in the office.
- Yeah, sure.
Now?
- Now.
- May I?
I'd appreciate it.
- Sure.
- How is it?
- It's cherry, if you like cherry pie.
- Clever.
- [Chuckles]
- I'd hit the office if you want some coffee or something.
This place a bit light on the service.
- I didn't come for the food or the coffee.
- Anyway, I should be leaving.
So it's all you.
- I did come for the conversation,
if you don't mind.
I've got a long night and need some fuel for my thought.
Smoke?
- Not too many people smoke the Overlooks anymore.
- That's the truth.
What's your name?
- Paul.
- The Apostle.
- No, just "O'Kelly."
- I always like the Irish,
their hot temper, Catholic guilt.
- It's just a name.
Nothing more.
- There's always something associated with the name.
- Maybe if I'd ever been to Ireland.
- Your old man might feel differently
about the family roots.
- Maybe.
I haven't seen my old man in 28 years, so...
- Point taken.
Where you headed?
- Los Angeles for a wedding.
- Family?
- No, fraternity brother.
- Zeta Xi Phi till I die.
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's the one.
- Quite a drive to the City of Angels.
- Yeah.
- Girlfriend hates to fly, so...
- 1 in 11 million versus 1 in 5,000.
I would fly.
- That makes two of us.
Adrienne is stubborn as hell, so...
I guess I'm no angel though either, you know?
- Introspection is good.
That's where the truth exists.
- What about you?
- Me?
I made some mistakes, and I've danced with the devil.
Have you?
- Ah, I don't believe in the devil,
and I sure as hell don't dance.
So...
- Fair enough.
What do you believe?
- I believe that it's late,
and I want to get back to my girl.
- Wait.
It's a simple question with a simple answer.
- [Sighs]
I believe in our moral compass, leading an honest life.
- I don't know if I can agree with you.
- [Chuckles]
Well, good night.
- Our moral compass is directed by the choices we make.
- Excuse me?
- You've made some mistakes,
and pretending you haven't isn't leading an honest life.
- What the hell are you trying to say to me?
- I'm saying, why doesn't Adrienne know?
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm the Son of God.
Who the fuck are you?
- I'm Paul O'Kelly, remember?
I'm done with your bullshit.
Have some pie.
- The devil believes in you, Paul.
- Are you aware we installed new security cameras?
- No.
But shouldn't I be?
I mean, I am one of the night watchmen, aren't I?
- Well, it was a managerial thing,
and corporate decided to just place it under wraps.
Do you mind?
- Ms. Oman...
- Yes?
- Whatever that is, I can explain.
- In a minute.
I need for you to see this.
[Keys jangling]
[O Come All Ye Faithful playing]
♪ ♪
[tape whirring]
- God.
- Go on.
You still want to explain?
We found the panties, Frank.
- It's not what you think.
- How could you be so stupid?
- It's my wife, she...
- Frank, you're fired.
- No, no, listen.
Please don't fire me.
Okay, I can't lose this job.
It's the holidays.
- I'm sorry, but this conversation is already over.
Your check will be in the mail.
[Clears throat]
- Okay.
- Leave the jacket and belt.
[Door creaking]
[Door slams]
- I borrowed a pair of your boxers.
- Look, I'm sorry about earlier.
It was a shitty way to react.
- [Sighs]
- Look, I'm just really nervous
about bringing you to this wedding.
- Fine, I get it.
- No, no, come here.
No, it's not you.
It's not you.
We just did a lot of stupid stuff in college, you know?
- Oh, who didn't?
- You don't understand.
Things got really reckless, and...
- And what?
- I just wasn't the same person
before you came into my life, all right?
- Listen.
That doesn't matter.
I love you for who you have become.
Okay?
[Driving percussive rock music]
♪ ♪
[Joe Buck Yourself's Devil Is On His Way]
♪ ♪
- So what did this guy want?
- I don't know.
I just think he was lonely or something.
- Huh.
- Crazy Christian, maybe.
The strangest thing.
- You find Jesus in the bathroom?
Honey?
Paul, are you okay?
- Hmm?
- Are you okay?
- No, I think I'm gonna be sick.
[Coughing and sputtering]
[Toilet flushing]
- Are you all right?
- Did you read it?
- Read what?
- The Bible.
- In Sunday school.
You're not hot.
- Stop it.
Did you read the letter?
- What?
- This whole fucking...
[mumbles]
- Huh?
- I'm gonna find it.
- Honey, what are you doing?
Baby?
- It was right fucking there.
Fuck!
- Paul, you're scaring me.
- Did you read the letter that was in the Bible?
- What letter?
- The one that I was just fucking reading.
- No.
- I must be losing my mind, huh?
- Come here.
Oh, God.
[Phone trilling]
- You've reached Sandy and Frank.
You know what to do.
Beep!
- Hey, Sugarplum. It's me.
You there?
Um, I'm still at work,
but can you pick me up when you get back?
I need a ride.
It's like 10:30.
Okay?
I love you.
- You want to talk about it?
- I don't know what to say about it.
- Whatever it is, it freaked you out.
- I thought I saw something.
Then it was gone.
- What do you think you saw?
- I don't know.
I think this trip is just screwing with my head, you know?
- Yeah, you're probably just exhausted, you know?
It's been a long day.
I brought some Xanax.
It might help.
- It's just not good for you, Addie.
- What is it?
- It's nothing.
Let's go to sleep.
- ♪ Hey ♪
[twangy rock music]
♪ ♪
- Here's to you.
- Here's to me.
- ♪ Black luck and trouble ♪
♪ Handful of sorrow ♪
♪ and a whole lot of trouble now ♪
- Brown-and-white truck outside.
- ♪ So I went downtown ♪
♪ Found me a little woman ♪
♪ and l... I rub her neck and said, ♪
♪ Blood, sweat, and murder ♪
♪ Black luck and trouble ♪
♪ Handful of sorrow ♪
♪ and a whole lot of trouble now ♪
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
- That's fucking bizarre.
- What time, my valentine?
- Whenever's fine.
- How's 7:00?
- Yeah, that's good.
- ♪ He's got the devil in his eye ♪
- ♪ But his eyes, they tantalize ♪
- ♪ He's gonna tear your heart apart ♪
- ♪ Oh, his lips, they really thrill me ♪
[music stops]
- [Sighs]
We can sleep until 8:00.
- Let's just get up when we wake up, all right?
[Phone beeping]
[Trilling]
- You've reached Sandy and Frank.
You know what to do.
- Welcome to my palatial dump.
- Oh, it ain't all bad.
- I'm gonna go to my bedroom.
Get a beer out of the fridge.
Make yourself at home.
- Then what?
- Wait as long as you can before coming to get me.
- [Chuckling]
Ugh.
This is some sort of kinky thing.
- ♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
♪ Fa la la la la ♪
- All right, all right.
[Static droning]
- Addie?
Addie, wake up.
[Door slams]
- Hmm?
Paul, are you okay?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry. Go back to sleep, okay?
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
Go back to sleep.
- Sweet dreams.
- You too.
[Water running]
[Door slams]
Frank.
Hey, Frank.
How you doing?
- Hey.
- She was just in my room.
Some woman, whoever owns this goddamn jacket
was just standing at the end of my bed.
- She...
my wife?
- Your wife?
What the hell is your wife doing in my room, Frank?
- Uh...
- She was just standing at the end of my bed,
staring at me and my girlfriend sleeping.
- I don't... I don't...
I doubt that, Paul.
- You doubt that?
- She wouldn't do that.
- Frank, I just fucking saw her.
- Look, look, there's only two keys to your room...
- Frank, Frank, Frank!
This isn't a fucking debate.
This is not a debate.
- And I got one right here.
- This is not a fucking debate.
- Okay, okay.
Look, it's just some sort of mix-up.
- Just some sort of mix-up?
- Yeah.
- There's no mix-up.
Look at me.
I want you to keep your fucking wife
out of my room.
You got that?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Frank.
- Is there anything else?
- Just do your fucking job.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah?
- Can I help you?
- Is this your truck?
- It is.
- You know, it was running.
- Yeah, I did.
Keys?
- What?
- My keys.
[Door slams]
- You're Frank's wife, huh?
- Unfortunately.
- You were in my room.
- Yeah, I'm always wandering
in to the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Do I know you?
- I don't know.
Do you?
- I guess not.
[Door creaking]
- Oh, Jesus, the dearest friend I have.
You know with confidence I open this heart to you.
- [Grunting and moaning]
- Harder.
- What?
- I want you to fuck me harder.
- Uh...
- Seriously.
It's okay.
- [Sighs]
- I love you so much.
- I love you too.
- ♪ Let every heart prepare him room ♪
♪ And heaven and nature sing ♪
- Hey, Sugarplum. It's me.
You there?
Beep!
- Hi, Sandy, it's Betsy.
We missed you tonight over at counseling,
and some of us were worried.
Make sure you give me a call if you need anything.
Beep!
- ♪ He rules the world with truth and grace ♪
♪ And makes the nations prove ♪
[Loud thumping]
Crash!
[Muffled voices]
- So I wore you out, huh?
- Please.
You're only good 'cause I taught you everything you know.
- Well, not everybody could lose their virginity
to William the Conqueror.
- [Laughing]
[Machinery whirring quietly]
[Mischievous rock music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Right in my head ♪
♪ Right from the start ♪
♪ Can't take in everything ♪
♪ You're torn apart ♪
♪ Felt from my brains ♪
- Well, what do we have here
in the sacred halls of initiation weekend?
My parents would be so proud of me.
- ♪ So you think you have it ♪
♪ How does it feel to have it? ♪
♪ So you think you had it ♪
♪ How does it feel to have it? ♪
- Excuse me, ma'am?
Give me your attention for just one minute, please.
- What can I do for you fine young cannibals?
- Well, the objective is very simple.
I need these boys turned into men.
Can you do that for me?
- ♪ So you think you had it ♪
- Welcome to rush, 1998, Zeta Xi fucking Phi style.
- You like that, fish?
- Yes, Jason.
- Call me sir.
- Yes, sir!
- Zeta Xi Phi...
- Do or fucking die.
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- Yeah, boy.
- It's always the goddamn girls gone gonzo.
- Did you see where I put...
- Come on.
[People cheering]
[Tape whirring]
- Where did you get this?
Who gave this to you?
- What?
L-I don't know.
The TV was on when I came in.
Why?
- All right, we're leaving.
Get your stuff and get dressed.
- What are you doing?
- It's not that hard, Addie.
- But it's the middle of the night.
- I don't care.
I want to go.
- Quit acting ridiculous.
I am tired, and I want some sleep.
- Put your fucking clothes on, please.
- God, enough is enough.
The whole fucking world doesn't always revolve around you.
- Just, please.
- No, I want to know
what the hell is going on right now.
- I don't know.
But I'm asking for a simple favor: To go.
- And you're starting to act like a lunatic,
and it's really pissing me off.
- Please just listen to me.
Trust me, all right?
Something is wrong, and you got to believe me.
- What the hell does that mean?
- I don't know.
Someone is fucking with us.
They're fucking... - What?
[Pounding on door]
- Stay here.
[Pounding on door]
Stay there.
- Who the hell is that?
- Hey, Paul.
Enjoying the program?
[Door slams]
- Honey.
- I'm gonna be right back.
If you need me, I'm gonna be out here.
I want you to lock the door. - Paul.
- Get dressed and lock the door.
- Okay.
- Whoa, what are you doing?
[Door slams]
[Shouting]
- What's going on, huh?
What the fuck is going on?
- It wasn't my choice!
- Then who the fuck choice was it, huh?
- I just... I didn't want to do it.
It was the only way I could keep her.
- Did she put you fucking up to it?
- No, it was him!
I didn't want to do it.
He made me do it.
- Him?
Him?
- Yes!
[Boisterous rock music]
♪ ♪
- Time for me to go home?
- No, we want you to dance a little bit more, gorgeous.
- For how much longer?
- All fucking night, sweetheart.
All right?
Dance, dance.
- That's it.
Come here.
You smell delicious.
[Laughs]
There we go.
- [Humming]
[Laughter]
- Get out of the fucking car.
Get out of the fucking car!
Are you deaf?
I'm gonna tear this piece of shit apart
if you don't fucking get out!
God damn it!
You wanted to see me?
- Fucking O'Kelly.
Paul, you've impressed this brotherhood
more than any other pledge,
which is why Max and I have picked you
for this particular mission.
- Me?
- Sweetheart, do you think that you can show this young brother
the ways of women so he can be a part of our family?
- [Snapping fingers]
- Okay.
What's your name?
- Paul.
- Paul?
♪ Two little dickie birds sitting on a wall ♪
♪ One's named Pete and the other's named Paul ♪
- Whoa, easy.
You all right?
- Go get her, O'Kelly.
Smack!
Come on, slay that pussy.
Yeah, go!
- I don't think it's such a good idea.
She's a little drunk, man.
- You should know by now, Paul,
I don't allow whiny bitches in my fraternity.
- She's pretty messed up, man.
- What the fuck are you waiting for?
This is part of initiation.
- Drink it up, faggot.
Drink it up until you throw up.
- Don't worry, Paul.
It's gonna be over soon.
- Holy fucking shit.
- [Spits]
[Door slams]
What the hell do you want?
Huh?
What are you planning?
- "He who is slow to anger has great understanding,
but he who is quick tempered exalts folly."
- I don't get it.
In fucking English.
- Paul, I wouldn't leave Adrienne to her own devices.
- Fuck, you touch one hair on her head, I swear to God.
- Not me.
- What?
Where did he go?
- Now this is what I call fucking your way into a frat.
- Paul will never be
the president of the United States, boys,
but don't let that ruin your dreams, okay?
- Hey, Paul, where did you learn how to treat a lady?
- Huh? Huh?
Wait, wait.
No.
No, stop it.
- I'm sorry. I thought it was arranged.
- No, you have to fucking finish.
- I can't. I can't.
- There's no "can't" in our house, Paul.
- Stop.
- Are you a fucking brother or not, huh?
- Just stop, man.
Come on.
Come on, man.
This ain't funny.
Come on, stop.
- You want to be our brother, huh?
- No, just stop. - Do you?
- We paid you good goddamn fucking money.
Now do it. - Just stop.
- Not this. I don't do this!
- Now, you and I both know she wants you, okay?
You and I both know she was all over you.
- Stop!
- She was all over you, Paul.
- Come on, Paul! - Please don't do this.
- Just let her up, man.
Just fucking let her up! Come on!
- Listen to me, sweetheart.
You're not going anywhere until both of you fucking finish.
- Just stop, please! Just fucking stop.
Just stop! Just stop!
- Shut the fuck up, okay?
Do you want it bad enough? - No.
- Do you want to be our fucking brother bad enough?
Or are you a fucking homo?
- Stop it!
- Fucking stop!
I'm trying to fucking help you.
- Stop it!
- Stop, stop!
Stop it!
I'm trying to fucking help you.
Just stop!
Stop fucking fighting me.
Stop fighting.
Just don't fight.
- [Muffled shouting]
[Muffled shouting and grunting]
- [Crying softly]
- Adrienne, open up. Come on.
[Pounding on door]
Addie, it's me, baby.
Come on.
Adrienne, open the fucking door!
[Door squeaking]
- Oh, hey, man.
Take it easy, all right?
It's not what you think.
She... she...
- Jesus Christ, Frank.
What are you doing home?
- What?
- [Frustrated sigh]
Here, get dressed.
I'll drive you home.
- Take him... take him home?
- Put the gun down, would you?
This is awkward enough without the gun.
Don't worry.
It's just my husband.
- Oh, hey, man.
I'm sorry.
Look, I didn't know.
- "Sorry"?
- Wait, no. Don't... don't you move.
What did you do...
what did you do to my wife?
I don't... I don't understand.
I heard you.
[Chuckles]
I thought you were in danger.
- Get over yourself, Frank.
I brought him here.
- You brought him here?
- Yes, I brought him here.
- But you're my wife.
We took an oath.
[Sobbing]
I'm supposed to honor you, and...
you're supposed to honor me.
- We wouldn't even be in this if you could keep a fucking job,
if I didn't have to earn every damn cent,
if you could make some money.
- I'm trying, Sandy.
You know I love you.
- "Trying"? For ten miserable years?
No, this is your fault.
- That gives you the right to do this...
On our anniversary?
- What are you doing home, Frank?
Did you lose yet another job?
- [Sobs]
- You know, I never would have gone to that party, Frank,
I never would have stripped,
and our marriage would not have been just a joke.
- Please don't do this.
- You did this.
This is your fault.
Do you hear me?
- Stop.
- [Sighs]
Did you think you were gonna rescue me?
Huh?
Well, it's too late.
You missed your chance.
- Stop it.
Not here.
Not now.
- When, Frank?
When I'm not fucking another man?
Huh?
I can't hear you.
When I'm not fucking another man?
I am so sick of your bullshit.
- Shut the fuck up!
Huh?
Do you hear that?
- Look, man, take it fucking easy.
- Do not tell me to take it easy.
You hear me, motherfucker?
- Oh, look.
It's big Frank with a gun.
He's not gonna do anything.
He's an ineffective faggot.
You always have been,
and you will always be my big whiny faggot.
[Gunshot]
- Oh, fuck.
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
- [Grunts]
[Gunshot]
[Pounding]
- Open the door.
[Pounding]
No more time.
Just grab your shit. We're leaving.
What happened?
Did he hurt you?
[loud clattering]
Adrienne, please say something.
Come here. - Don't.
Don't you fucking touch me.
- I'm so sorry.
You shouldn't have seen that.
- You brought it for a reason, didn't you?
- You think I brought that?
- What, is this trip some kind of fucked-up confession?
- [Whispering] No.
That tape isn't mine.
I've never even seen that tape.
- Don't lie to me, Paul.
That fucking tape didn't appear out of thin air.
- All right, Adrienne, listen.
Listen, I know you're scared.
Come here.
I know you're confused.
But we got to get out of here.
This place isn't safe.
- I'm not going anywhere with you.
Do you hear me?
- Hey, please, come on.
- How the hell could you do that?
You lied to me for all these years.
- I thought the whole thing was arranged, all right?
I thought it was arranged.
And I was so drunk that when I found out that it wasn't...
- "The whole thing," Paul?
You mean the rape?
You mean the whole fucking rape?
- That's not who I am Adrienne, and you know that.
- I don't know that.
- Yes, you do. You know that.
So please, I'm asking you to believe me.
I've always wanted to tell you.
I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid to.
- Afraid?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I was afraid of losing you.
You've made me a better man, Adrienne...
- Shut up!
Do you have any idea?
Do you even know what you did?
You know, I don't want to hear it.
There is no explanation.
- Where you going?
- Away from you, Paul.
[Sobbing]
[Door slams]
- Oh, my God.
Sandy?
Sandy.
Come on, honey.
Come on.
We'll get you cleaned up.
Come on.
You'll be all right.
Honey.
Oh, fuck.
Honey, come on.
I'm gonna put you in.
Put you in the tub.
You're gonna be fine.
Honey, honey?
Sugarplum.
Hey, honey, come on.
Take off the coat.
Let's get this jacket off.
Come on, help me.
God damn it.
[Grunts]
Okay, got it.
You got it, all right?
Honey?
Honey, come on.
Come on, honey.
Oh, God.
No, honey, don't!
No, honey, don't.
Honey, Sugarplum!
Come on.
Come here.
Honey?
[Sobbing]
[Anguished sobbing]
[Sobbing in distance]
[Door creaking]
- Why are you doing this to me?
How'd you find me?
- "Doing this to you"?
- Look, Adrienne had nothing to do with this.
- I know.
She's here for you and you alone.
- What the hell does that mean?
- You need to face the truth
and deal with the consequence.
- I'm so sorry.
What I did to you was so terrible.
- It's too late.
It's too late to try to fix this with an apology.
- I should have looked for you, tried to find you.
- But you didn't.
And now you have to live
with every repercussion from that night.
- I know.
Oh, God, I'll do anything, anything you want.
Fuck, we'll go to the police.
I'll confess.
- You don't understand.
It's too late for any of that.
- Just please... just please don't hurt my girl.
[Car alarm blaring]
- He's gonna give you the same choice he gave Frank.
[Alarm blaring]
Beep, beep!
- ♪ He's got the devil in his eye ♪
- ♪ But his eyes, they tantalize ♪
- Oh, my God.
- ♪ He's going to tear your heart apart ♪
- ♪ Oh, his lips, they really ♪
Oh, God.
[Phone clanging]
[Breathing deeply]
Where the hell did you come from?
- Are you finally ready to listen, to hear me?
- Shut up. Shut up!
I want my girl!
Why is our picture on your fucking wall?
- You need to calm down, Paul.
- Stay the fuck away from me.
Look, I want my girl.
Adrienne!
- Paul, it's useless.
She can't hear you.
- She can't fucking...
What the fuck did you do with her?
[Alarm blaring]
[Door rattling]
- Morning, sleepyhead.
- [Breathes deeply]
You're here.
- Of course I am.
Where else would I be?
- You're not hurt?
- What?
No.
I'm great, actually.
- You're not mad at me?
- Why would I be?
Get dressed.
I want to get out of here.
- Come here.
- Mm.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
- I love you so frickin' much.
- I love you too.
Is everything all right?
Mm.
[Alarm blaring]
- Here?
- Yeah, it's there.
Hey.
Would you be completely disappointed
if we skipped this wedding and went somewhere quiet,
just the two of us?
- What?
- I've got something I want to tell you,
and I don't want to do it here and there.
- I don't understand.
- It's something I should have done a long time ago.
You know, I want to do it.
- Are you sure everything is all right?
- Hey, it's gonna be all good.
[Alarm blaring]
[Gunshot]
Oh, shit.
What the fuck is happening to me?
- Paul, I know this is hard,
but it's part of the plan.
[Grunts]
- [Grunting]
- When you're ready to listen, I'll be over here.
- What are you doing?
You know that I'm driving right now, right?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?
- Don't mind me.
- Oh, don't mind you? - Mm-mm.
- All right.
I'll just pretend like you're not there.
All right, game's over.
[Tires screeching]
[Crashing]
Please just tell me what's happening.
- You're no longer mind and body.
- I don't understand that.
- You have passed on.
- What?
Who are you?
- A consigliere.
- To who?
- Him.
- This is really happening, isn't it?
- What you did that night
changed the course of multiple lives
and caused far-reaching devastation.
More acts transgressed against divine law
if you hurt someone.
- Sins will beget sins?
- Exactly.
I gave Frank one final option.
And I will give it to you as well.
If you guide our next guest
into the harsh reality of his sin unto you,
you will be given the option
to have Adrienne by your side for all eternity
or to set her free.
- How can that be?
Adrienne's never done anything to hurt anyone.
I don't make the rules, Paul.
And I'm not here for her.
Bring out the truth.
- Hello.
- Afternoon.
- Could you help my husband with directions, please?
- California.
The wife seems to think that the Golden State
will appear sooner rather than later
if I keep driving aimlessly.
- Don't do this, please, Tim.
- I'm sorry, but I'm new to these parts.
- You see, I was right.
We should have stayed on the interstate.
- Would you quit your jabbering?
I've had just about enough for the day.
- Well, you can wait in the cafe while I find out for you.
- That would be very nice.
And it's getting late.
Maybe we should... we should stay.
I don't want us to be driving in the dark.
- There's an excellent cherry pie.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, hot coffee.
It's all homemade.
Help you pass the time while you wait.
- Well, did you hear that, Shirley?
Hot coffee and cherry pie.
Now, that should make your ass real happy.
- Fuck you, Tim.
I'm sick of your sarcasm.
- [Chuckling]
Eh, you can't live with them.
- Or without several, Mr. O'Kelly.
- You're free to go.
- Go where?
- Somewhere better than here.
- Hey, I don't understand.
- You made the right choice.
- [Gasping and coughing]
[Inspirational rock music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ One cold, dark evening the world starts turning ♪
♪ I'm watched as I hold my breath ♪
♪ A silhouette ♪
♪ I thought I knew came through ♪
♪ Someone spoke to me, whispered in my ear ♪
♪ These fantasies for you ♪
♪ Fantasies of anything with you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ My whole life flashed before my eyes ♪
♪ I thought what they say is true ♪
♪ I shed my skin and my disguise ♪
♪ And cold, numb, and naked I emerged from my cocoon ♪
♪ And a half-remembered tune ♪
♪ Played softly in my head, he said ♪
♪ ♪
♪ He turned smiling ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And said ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I realize a miracle is due ♪
♪ I dedicate this melody to you ♪
♪ I realize a miracle is due ♪
♪ I dedicate this melody to you ♪
♪ But is this the stuff dreams are made of ♪
♪ If this is the stuff dreams are made of ♪
♪ No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air ♪
♪ I realize a miracle is due ♪
♪ I dedicate this melody to you ♪
♪ But is this the stuff dreams are made of ♪
♪ If this is the stuff dreams are made of ♪
♪ No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air ♪