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Okay, I won't.

Thanks.

- Have a nice night.

- You like the flowers?

You seemed like a red and

white roses kind of girl.

It was just a guess.

Oh, my god. You're that

guy from the restaurant.

Seth.

What are you, like,

following me or something?

What? No. Just...

Look, I'm not some psycho, okay?

You know me. We went

to school together.

What do you want?

I don't want anything.

I just want to talk to you.

When I saw you on the bus

the other day,

after all these years,

i felt something.

I know you did.

I can't just walk

away from that.

- I don't even know you.

- But you will.

- You can go, I just... can

I just talk to you? - No.

- Hey, hang on.

- Don't! Don't touch me.

Move!

Are you kidding me?

Just let me talk to you.

F*** you. F*** you!

- Just let me explain.

- What the f***?

- He tried to grab me.

- What? No.

Hey, that is not

true at all, man.

F*** off.

- Did he hurt you?

- I'm fine.

You think this is funny?

Eric, stop.

Stop it.

- Stop it.

- Laugh it up, dick head.

Let me handle this.

- Hey.

- Come on.

Get the f*** away from her.

Don't you ever come back here.

Maybe if you retrace your steps.

No. It's gotta be

here somewhere.

Well, was your name in it?

Or like any contact information?

What do you think?

You f***ing b*tch!

Claire?

You here?

Shh.

What I just put in you

is called pancuronium bromide.

It's a paralyzing agent.

It stings a little.

Don't worry, it's safe.

I tested it on myself.

What you doing here?

Oh, boss lady calls

in the middle of the night,

gotta make a delivery.

Not so fast, man.

Sign in.

Right.

- Excuse me.

- The hell's that?

I think it's delousing powder.

All right, see you later.

- You hear that?

- What?

- Something wrong?

- Shh.

- You hear something?

- Quiet, man.

You heard that, right?

That "uh" sound.

I don't hear anything.

What is it?

F***ing, ac, man.

Sh*t's always going out.

Oh, I got it.

I got it.

- It's broken?

- It's always broken.

- This whole place sucks.

- All right.

Shut up.

So, I'm Seth.

In case you forgot.

F*** you.

Your choice.

- F*** you!

- I'm doing this for your own good.

We'll try this again tomorrow.

F*** you!

F*** you!

Hi.

I brought you some water.

Here.

Drink this.

There.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Sit up.

Sorry.

Take it easy.

It's okay.

I brought food as well.

In case you feel up for it.

Water, food.

Just take it easy, all right.

That's all you're getting today.

Wait!

Please don't leave me.

I know this is hard.

It's hard for me too.

But it's important to define

our relationship.

Establish some boundaries.

This.

This doesn't work.

That's right.

I'll come back tomorrow.

And we'll get started.

He's gonna kill you.

But you know that.

Maybe he'll lose his nerve, huh?

Chicken out.

Or maybe he'll just get bored.

You're not helping.

He won't even need a gun, Holly.

All he has to do is walk away.

Shut up.

Look at you.

You're letting him beat you?

That pathetic little sh*t?

If that's all it takes,

then maybe you deserve

to be in there.

Shut up!

Are you gonna rape me?

No.

Kill me?

I hope not.

You hope not?

Might not have a choice.

And why's that?

I might not be able to save you.

What is this, some kind of

f***ing religious thing?

Did god tell you to punish all

the whores, something like that?

It's a different kind of saving.

- And, no.

- So what, you're just a sick f***?

This is how you get your kicks?

I'm not doing this for me.

I'm doing this for you.

Because you're special.

Special?

It's true.

Before I met you,

i was just floating

through life.

Like any minute,

i could just drift off.

No one would even notice.

Then you came along.

And the thing...

the thing that made it

so hard is,

is I thought you were different.

You're smart. Funny.

When you talked to me,

you saw me,

you really saw me.

That's just what you

wanted me to see, huh?

The version of Holly you are

when everyone's watching.

But we both know

that's a lie, don't we?

Go to hell.

That's the question.

Which one's the real Holly?

The Holly on the outside

or the other Holly.

Because if there's

even a chance I can save you,

I have to take it.

But if that's it, if there's

nothing left to save,

then you're never

leaving this room.

What you doing here?

Man, if they catch you

f***ing around them tunnels.

They won't catch me,

I'm not going in there.

Just grab a mop.

We got that place smellin'

like dog sh*t out there.

Sh*t.

This f***in' dude is a joke.

So...

What are you gonna do now?

I'm gonna wait.

Good girl.

It's a real page-Turner.

You're a hell of a writer,

you know that?

You're a thief.

And now what?

Suddenly, you got me

all figured out.

I wish. No.

Mostly I just felt

sorry for you.

You? Felt sorry for me?

Yeah, it's the part

where you talk about love.

"Love is just a label

for our biological

imperatives."

I don't know.

Felt ignorant to me.

Are you really gonna

lecture me on love, Seth?

You're keeping a girl in a cage.

I think I finally

figured it out.

All these people

who talk about love

like it's this

lightning bolt from the sky.

This irresistible force.

So you think, well,

I've never felt that.

But those people are wrong.

Love is not a lightning bolt.

Love is, real love,

takes work.

Sacrifice.

Real love is giving everything

you have to someone else.

- That's love.

- F***ing kidding me?

You don't think?

"Love is sacrifice"?

You know who believes that?

People who hate themselves.

Who are alone, depressed.

Just like you.

- You think I have myself?

- I know you do.

You hate yourself so much,

you can't even imagine

how f***ed up someone would

have to be to love you back.

So you convince yourself that love

is this thing that you can buy.

That all you have

to do is keep giving.

Well, like I said,

i just feel sorry for you.

Spare me the f***ing pity,

I'm not the one

who's alone here.

Oh, I guess not.

And how is Claire these days?

What are you talking about?

You know, sometimes

before I open that door,

I can heard you talking in here

to Claire.

The way you do two voices

scared the hell

out of me at first.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

I know more than you think.

Is she here, right now?

No.

She's not real.

You don't think i know that?

I think you're

starting to forget

don't get paranoid on me, Eric.

You're no fun

when you're paranoid.

You're sick, Holly.

Feeding that sickness

until all it does is eat.

You just have it all

figured out, don't you?

Almost.

One thing

i still don't understand.

The journal.

First, I get it. You and

Eric getting engaged.

Blah, blah, blah.

But here comes your best friend, Claire.

The real Claire.

Holly can't eat.

Holly can't sleep.

Holly wants to confront them

but Holly's too scared.

F*** you.

Then here. Here's where it

gets really interesting.

I get home and there's like

20 messages from Dwayne, right?

He's like, "where are you?

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