11x01 - Something's Coming

[bunniefuu]

- (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 sh1tting 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 d*ed.

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 d*ed

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 k*ll

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 sh**t 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 sh*t.

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 h*m* 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 k*lled in this town.

Wasn't us.

All right, ladies, it's time to go.

- Wait. This is a Is this a thr*at?

- 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) h*m* 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 f*ck?

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 f*ck good are you?

(GINO SIGHS)

What the f*ck am I doing?

- What am I doing?

- What are you talking about?

What the f*ck 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) sh*t.

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.

f*ck 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 dr*gs?

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 sh*t about us.

Every day, we're getting beaten,

and we are dying,

- and the police don't give a sh*t.

- 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 h*m*.

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 k*ll 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 sh*t 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 sh**t you

while you do.

If not, you can get the f*ck out.

But the mountain never moves ♪

r*pe 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 d*ck.

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 p*rn instead, Sam.

Our clientele can't hang

p*rn on their walls

and invite the neighbors

over to look at it,

so if they want a photo

of an assh*le 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 k*ller 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?

- a**l.

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 "k*lling ME

SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG")

♪

(PLAYING "k*lling 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 k*ller

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 k*ller 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 sh**ting for Playgirl?

Or what, huh?

Or are we actually making

something worthwhile?

(SAM SNIFFLES)

Get naked, Freddy.

What, you don't want

to be sh*t 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 f*ck. Do you want to f*ck?

I got to f*ck after that.

Go f*ck 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 f*ck.

I heard something about Big Daddy.

He d*ed 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 ♪

- (g*nshots)

- (DEER SCREAMING)

Ooh, ooh ♪

(WHISPERING): I know you hear me. ♪