Desolation
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- Year:
- 2017
- 78 min
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[woman] Stop calling me that!
[sobbing]
Monica!
My name is Monica!
It's not funny!
[sobbing continues]
Why are you smiling?!
Stop smiling!
For once in my life,
I wanted to be happy.
[no voice, static buzzing]
[lighter clicks, fire whooshes,
Monica screams]
[children chattering
in distance]
[giggles]
-Wanna take one real quick?
-Okay.
Yeah, that's good.
Oh, yes.
Do you know who that is?
-No.
-That's Jay Cutter.
He's an actor.
He's cute.
[scoffs] Please.
I'd f*** him if he had AIDS.
[chuckles]
I'm sure you would.
Where?
I don't know.
Who cares?
He's doing a movie,
and we work here.
I feel like I would've read
that somewhere
if they were doing a movie
in Almyra.
Where?
The newspaper?
You ever heard of that?
No, I ain't got no puppy.
Anyway, I'm out of here.
Have fun. Love you.
Love you.
[sighs]
[metal clanging]
[Jay]
Come on. Damn it.
Hi.
Need some help?
I forgot my breakfast.
Ate your money?
It does that.
[coins clink]
Thank you very much.
It's why they keep me around.
I see you're very useful.
[woman sobbing]
No! Stop it!
[man] Where do you think
you're gonna go?
No... [panting]
[woman]
Please let me go!
-[man] Shh! Just lean back.
-[woman] Stop!
[woman]
Oh, God, stop! No!
Rise and shine! Rise.
-Go away.
-No, let's go.
gray day out.
Up and at 'em, sneaky girl.
Let's go.
[sighs]
Why are you such a b*tch?
You are going to work today.
Okay.
Hey.
He's been waiting for you.
What are you doing
for lunch, Katie?
[thunder rumbles]
If you get bored,
tell David here.
He'll have the PA take you home.
This is yours.
Please stay as long
as you like.
Just like what Mr. Cutter said,
if you need anything,
I'll be taking care of you.
Be right over there.
To have Jay Cutter's life.
God, what I would do.
Ugh, what I wouldn't do.
He's tall. For an actor.
Like six-foot?
Yeah. Flat on his back.
[both laugh]
Jeez. Broke da mold.
What?
That's what my mother
would say.
-Oh, he broke da mold.
-[chuckles]
[Jay and girl
speaking indistinctly]
So do you cook?
And is it good?
No, I don't.
I don't cook.
No? Do you read?
-Let's sit over here.
-Yeah.
-Really? Don't lie to me.
-Mm-hmm.
Who's your favorite author?
Sit there.
Uh... Bradley Spinellis?
Hmm.
Not sure who that is.
Um...
who's your favorite actor?
You have a good time?
Yeah.
[chuckles softy]
Can tell.
I'm sorry, I did.
Thank you.
You want to come in
for a drink?
[chuckles]
Oh, I see.
You see what?
You got a guy.
No.
Mm-hmm.
I don't.
Why, do you have someone?
No.
Congratulations.
Right back at you.
-Stop.
-What am I doing?
This smiling has nothing
to do with you, okay?
So you're telling me that you
haven't thought about me once?
We're not.
Look... I get it.
You don't know me.
Ask me anything.
Anything you want.
Tell me about Hollywood.
What's it like?
A grind.
It doesn't look that hard on TV.
I know.
You watch all these
famous people shopping,
partying, you think,
how hard can it be?
Then you're out there
for five years.
10 years.
And you get desperate.
And you go mad.
And you'd do anything
it takes to make it.
Because if you don't...
I'm sorry.
Maybe I just need
to get out of here.
I feel trapped.
Mmm.
One second, Katie, I just want
to pull up your notes, okay?
I gotta get
[clock ticking]
This thing is so slow.
It's got a virus on it
or something.
[taps tablet]
-Hmm.
-Is my time up?
Um...
I thought you wanted
to talk about the rape.
If that's what you want.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[breathing heavily]
You little whore.
I hate you.
[laughs]
I hate you, too.
Should I not have?
Don't be silly. So?
How was it?
Girl, you are killing me.
Jesus.
Too bad he's leaving.
Yeah, it's too bad.
-What?
-No, just too bad
he asked me to go
to Los Angeles with him.
-Shut the f*** up.
-Just for a few days.
I know. Right?
Just be careful.
I will.
[electrical switches clanking]
[static buzzes]
Will you hit 5, please?
Jason. Welcome home.
How was, um...
-New York.
-Right, right.
The part was fun.
Easier than I thought.
[chuckles] Right.
And this is?
Oh, I'm sorry, Katie,
this is Father Bill O'Shea.
-Father, Katie.
-Father, pleased to meet you.
Pleasure is all mine.
Bill is fine.
They've been remodeling
forever.
Always something new.
Sorry about that.
I don't care.
I'm in LA.
It's a dream.
How long
will you be staying?
Um... I'm not sure.
As long as I can keep her.
[chuckles] This is you.
-[elevator dings]
-After you.
Nice to meet you,
Father.
I'm sure we'll see
each other again.
Have a nice day.
How'd they decide
the apartment numbers?
Got me.
What's your number?
[Jay] They were supposed
to put one on months ago.
I just stopped bugging.
Guess they're too busy
making noise in the lobby.
It's a nice building, though.
Yeah, I got a great deal on it
because of its history.
[chuckles softly]
That's comforting.
Every old building in LA
has a story.
A few high-profile suicides
in the '60s,
murders in the '70s.
Never really recovered.
[scoffs] Lovely.
-Stop it.
-[chuckles]
Don't do that.
What?
Grab me like that.
I don't like it.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's nice to be seen.
[cat meows]
This is Flirt.
Hi, Flirt. Hi.
That's weird.
[Jay] What?
That vibration.
I think it's coming
from the floor.
You feel that?
-Oh, you're right.
-That's serious energy.
-Never noticed it before.
-I wonder what it's from.
[Jay] Come see where I want
to spend all our time.
Jay, this is too much.
[Jay] It's what I was talking
to my agent about.
He had my publicist get them.
[chuckles] Yes,
I have my own private army.
-This must have cost--
-Free.
All free swag.
Try this on.
I want to see how it works.
Works for what?
[indistinct conversations]
What do you think?
It's boring.
I'm never leaving.
Thank you. Here.
Oh! What's up, f*ggot?
How you doing?
-Good.
-When'd you get back?
This morning.
This is Katie.
-Hey.
-Hey.
What's up, buddy?
This is...
-Jenna.
-Katie.
Colin, I used to train Jay
for his TV show.
-Train?
-Colin's a personal trainer,
the best.
-And an actor/writer.
-Cool.
Hey, what's a trainer in LA?
This guy.
Shut up, whore.
-At least I get laid.
-I can get laid.
-No, rape doesn't count.
-Oh, yes, it does.
-No, it doesn't.
-No means yes,
and yes means anal.
As a matter fact, I was raping
this broad just last night,
and she says to me,
"Think of my family."
What a sicko, right?
Cut the sh*t.
I'm serious.
-Where's the bathroom?
-It's upstairs.
[sniffs deeply]
Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
I-I can come back later.
F***.
[electronic music playing]
She is a Little miss Morality.
Jay, man, he sure knows
how to pick 'em.
I swear to God,
he's like one of those pigs
that finds truffles
in sh*t.
She's hotter than Monica,
though.
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