The Girl in the Photographs Page #2

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Because I think it's disgusting.

I think it's brilliant.

It's a commentary on our

fascination with death.

How we let ourselves... we think about

death just as much as we think about sex.

Well, if that's what it is,

then it's awesome.

I'll tell you what it is, kids.

It's that every f***er in the country

thinks they're a photographer now, okay?

And everyone can share an image,

and it's awful.

It's awful, because it makes

everything just like watery piss.

Then you have this guy who creates an

image that you actually can't f*** with.

That you actually can't ignore, and when

that happens, I have to ask myself...

"Peter Hemmings, what is wrong

with this picture?

"Are you just going to sit there and let

this guy make you look like a dummy...

"or are you going to steal his idea and

make a bunch of money, and then get high?"

And I think we all know the

answer to that, don't we, Trip?

Oh, hells yeah, man!

If I catch any of you

Instagramming...

or whatever the f*** it's called

on this trip, you're all fired.

I couldn't be more serious.

Yeah, he's not kidding.

Let's have a party tonight.

Yeah, man!

Just a little get together,

you know, invite some locals...

barbeque some sh*t, some ribs,

sprinkle a little peyote on there.

Just a little get together,

just to celebrate our arrival.

Cool, we'll just have to stop

in town, grab some stuff.

My house has definitely

got nothing.

Hey, how much longer?

I have no f***ing idea.

It's been so long, I don't even

recognize these trees.

Hey... check it out.

Jesus.

10,494... I've had anal sex

with more people than that.

Get the f*** off me!

Jesus, I'm driving.

Keep f***ing driving, then.

Devil's

in a foul mood I know

Stakin' out the ground now

Here we go

She's got no head on

Somewhere lost

Ran out in the back woods

I know

Take a look at yourself

Oh no

She's a fool for

A fool for you

Yeah, it still smells

like a wet sponge.

Oh...

I think this was where one

of the pictures were found.

Note to Chris, call the cops and make an

appointment for me to see those pictures.

An appointment?

Note to Chris 2...

get me a carton of cigarettes,

a whole pallet.

I've gotta piss.

That's pretty.

I want to photograph this truck.

Look at the color,

it's blood red.

It's so spot-on that it becomes

a complete clich...

and it's such a clich that it comes right

back around to being perfect for me.

Whoa, that's heavy, man.

Get it for me, Chris...

pretty please?

Get this truck for me.

Okay, I'll leave a note.

Capital idea.

Ladies, why don't you just sort

of come over here and stand...

kind of lean maybe, on the...

on the hood.

Ready? I don't know if we should

be leaning on the truck, guys.

Chris, unclench, unclench.

I know it's not...

I love it.

Here.

I share no blame with you

for the faults you made

Those were different times

Okay, the only thing you

really need to know about me...

is that tequila makes me

want to fight...

and cheap wine makes me

want to f***.

I'm sure the lives of many brave

young men were lost...

in the refinement of that

elegant theorem.

I love you.

Oh.

Find everything you were

looking for today?

Uh, yeah, yeah, we did.

Thank you.

You remember all the numbers...

for the codes and stuff?

Oh, yeah, the scanner's been broken

long enough, so... kind of have to.

Oh, yeah...

Makes it really hard to fall

asleep sometimes.

Can't really stop it.

Yeah, I actually just read

in the New Yorker...

it's called the Tetris Effect.

It's when you do something over and over

again, it kind of gets stuck in there.

You can't shut it off, you know?

Hm, you know, I had a real

Tetris problem in the 7th grade.

It was really, really bad.

Yeah, I did... I did, too,

actually.

I think everyone did,

it's kind of... it's a good game.

It's... Tetris.

So, are you guys

from Minneapolis?

Uh, no, LA, actually,

Los Angeles.

What happened?

Did your plane crash?

Yeah, we were gonna resort

to cannibalism...

and then we found this place,

so we didn't have to do that.

No, we're here

for a photo shoot.

It's actually an ad campaign.

It's...

Peter Hemmings is shooting it.

I'm sure you've heard of him.

I haven't.

I'm surprised. I thought

everyone from here knew him.

He's also from here.

Is it that man over there

staring at me? Is that him?

Yeah.

It's very much my boss.

How's it going?

Good, fine.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hello.

I was pretending

not to see you there.

We're just sort of doing an expos

on the local scene down here.

You know, sort of kicking around

some rocks and seeing what scatters.

Expos is a French word

for naked, by the way.

It's okay, I get it.

Just because you're from here

doesn't mean that you're a local.

Tell her I want to take her

picture, Chris.

Actually, tell her that we're having people

over at this house that we're staying at.

And tell her everyone knows it

is the Cabin on the Lake Road.

But tell her it's actually more like

a house. You'll make it sound cute.

Okay.

Tell her she can bring whoever.

She'll understand that

you mean her boyfriend,

just so it seems like

you're cool with that.

Yeah, I'll tell her

all those things, yeah.

Tell her she's beautiful.

Give her a card.

Okay, well...

You obviously heard the man,

uh...

Yeah, I did.

So anything else today?

No, that will do it, thank you.

All right, that brings

your total to $328 and 71 cents.

Put it on there, please.

Are you guys seriously

gonna drink all this?

Hell's yeah, man.

There's my kitty.

Hello?

Here, kitty, kit...

That's not very nice.

I see why you're Colleen's

friend, you're very pretty.

And I brought you a gift.

No!

It's okay.

Got dinner!

It's okay... ssh.

Mm.

Smells delicious.

Eat up, p*ssy.

That's not a very good kitty...

is it?

It's okay.

Come on, it's...

Come on.

Look what else I got.

Now I bet you were always the girl

that never took a bad picture, huh?

Yeah, I bet that was you.

Should we call someone?

Do you want your phone?

You can call someone.

Who do we have here?

Colleen.

She's probably busy at work.

There's Kelly, there's... Mom.

I'll let you call Mom.

Mom's always know what to do.

You call Mom and all this

will be over, yeah?

All right, let's call Mommy.

Here you go.

Go on, take it.

Hello,

you've reached Maryanne O'Meara...

Please leave a message

after the beep.

Mom, come get me out!

Mom! Mom!

Hey, it's Jill, still

stuck in hell. You know what to do.

Hey, it's me. I just wanted to

call and see where you are.

I don't think I missed

a call from you today...

but... blah... anyway,

call me back.

This is like the

Playboy Mansion.

Well, that's what happens when you cast in

a grocery store in f***ing South Dakota.

And there were obviously

no dudes at the store.

All girls?

You couldn't have one sausage

for Momma?

Are you gonna take pictures

of all these girls?

Unfortunately.

They're terrible.

I understand.

Why couldn't the killer have

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