Thank you for letting me stay here.
It was honestly one of the nicer Christmas breaks I've had.
I'm so glad you were here.
- Aw. I love you. - I love you.
Have you heard from the elderly man?
No. I'm honestly just pretending that Oliver
was like a figment of my imagination and praying that I never run into him.
I can't believe she had a thing with a married guy.
He was married? The old guy?
Getting back together with Stephen is psychotic.
Stephen and I know each other so well.
I don't think he can really surprise me at this point.
Hey, are you and I good after the other stuff?
Honestly, it's been rough thinking about you and Lucy together.
- I'm sorry, man. I-- - But the reality is,
I still want to be with her.
Hey, guys!
Molly, are you on drugs?
Yes, I am. It's MDMA.
I got it from this, like, grad student.
- Have we bought weed from him before? - I don't think so. Why?
He seemed really familiar to me.
It kind of just feels like I'm solo.
I get that feeling.
You are so judgmental, always.
Sounds like I've really been on your mind.
Yeah, actually, it's a problem, especially because I have a boyfriend.
Stephen, there's nothing I'm not telling you.
You had sex with Evan.
He cheated on Bree with you. I already know.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, please.
This does not have to ruin anything.
Please, you have to forgive me. Please.
I am trying to. I don't know if I can.
Let's just see how it goes.
Okay.
Hey, this is Stephen. Leave a message.
Hey, uh, I-I thought you were coming over, but I-I haven't heard from you.
Um, just wanted to make sure everything's okay.
Um, can-- Can you call me?
Okay, bye.
- Hi. - Hey.
Hi.
You look nice.
Thank you. I was trying to call you.
Oh, sorry, my phone's on silent.
Oh, that's all right.
- Oh, yeah. Look at that. - No, Stephen, you do not have to--
Hey, uh, I-I thought you were coming over,
but I-I haven't heard from you.
Um, just wanted to make sure everything's okay.
Um, can-- Can you call me?
Okay, bye.
Why do you sound so nervous?
I-I was being dumb.
You were late, and I-I thought something was wrong.
I was 15 minutes late.
I know. I was overthinking it because of our talk yesterday.
What'd you think I was gonna do?
I don't know. I'm sorry.
Let's just try to have fun tonight.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Okay.
♪ Bounce your booty, booty, bounce your booty, booty ♪
♪ Bounce your booty, booty ♪
♪ Bounce your booty, booty, bounce, bounce... ♪
I love you.
Hello!
- Hi! - Sorry we're late.
- It's my fault. - It's okay.
How's it going?
Great.
That was so good.
Amazing. Amazing work.
Did Evan come with you guys?
Why would he come with us?
- No, I just thought that he-- - He didn't.
Are you guys gonna sing?
Uh, you should definitely sing.
- I don't know. - Come on.
You have such a good voice. You have to.
- Come on. - I don't know.
What if you sing to me and it will be super romantic?
- I don't know... - Please?
Hey, bartender's ignoring me.
Uh... do you want me to try?
What are you gonna do, hit on him until he serves you?
No. No, that is-- That's not what I meant.
I'm kidding. Let's go to the other side.
I'll be back.
- What do you want? - Uh, whatever you're having.
Mm! I forgot to tell you,
Wrigley's gonna be in your photography class on Monday.
I am?
Yeah. The Fundamentals of Portraits, or whatever.
The elective that we picked out for you.
No, yeah, I know.
I just didn't know Bree was gonna be in it.
Well, that'll be fun.
Yeah.
You'll be alarmed at how little I know about photography.
Oh, my God. It'll be good. Bree can keep an eye on you.
That's why I picked the class.
Keep an eye on me?
Yeah, 'cause I love you.
Don't do that.
Do what?
You don't need to ask people to, like, to babysit me.
I didn't mean it like that.
- Well, how did you mean it? - I just meant
like she could help you with assignments and stuff.
Do you think I'm that big of a mess?
No.
Babe, you're overreacting.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Listen, I just thought it would be a good idea
for you to be in class with people that you know.
Why?
Because, otherwise, I'm worried that you wouldn't actually go.
You know doing a bunch of electives
isn't gonna stop me from killing myself, right?
If I wanted to kill myself, I'd do it before class.
Or while you were sleeping. I'd find my moment.
I'm joking. I'm being funny.
Hey, weren't you in my Econ class last year?
Oh, no. I'm a freshman.
Oh. Sorry, I must have mistaken you for someone else.
I'm Bree.
Oh, Amanda.
I'm actually just stalling in here as long as I can.
My friend is fighting with her boyfriend at the bar.
- I'm sorry. - It's fine.
Who are you here with?
Well, I was here with my roommate,
but she just left with a random guy, so...
- I hate when that happens. - Yeah.
I'm just gonna head home.
Why don't you just stay and have a drink with me and my friends?
Really? Are-- Are you sure?
Yeah, yeah. You can be my buffer in case they're still fighting.
- Okay. - Okay? Cool!
You wanna do a song with me?
Oh, I do not sing.
Well, neither do I.
Come on, it'll be fun.
- Okay, sure. - Yeah?
Hey, guys.
- Hey! - Hey!
- Hi. - Hi. Hey.
You, uh...
Did you guys come together, or...?
I know. I have no self-respect.
It's fine.
Also, I-I don't remember anything I said to you guys
when I was on MDMA.
- Oh, no, no. You were great. - No, it was cute.
Hey, you good?
Yeah, all good.
Uh, shots?
- Yeah. - Yes.
Hey, let's go, let's go request a song.
Evan's getting shots. Don't you want a shot?
- Um-- - Hey, guys. This is Amanda.
She's a freshman.
- Hi. - Hey.
Oh, hey. Oh shit, I only got six.
Oh, that's okay. I want a cocktail anyway.
- Want to get a drink? Come on. - Mm-hmm.
Okay, so I guess we're adopting freshmen now?
No, I just think Bree's a really nice person.
I think I'm gonna do a fun song.
♪ Through the darkest night ♪
♪ My only chance is calling... ♪
So do you like your professors?
They're whatever.
Right. Do you have any favorites?
Not really.
Do you want this?
You don't like it?
It's just so sugary,
and I'm sure it's like a million calories.
And I need to lose 10 pounds.
What? No, you don't.
No, that's insane.
I do. Trust me.
I have gained so much weight this year.
And this guy I'm with, I feel like he doesn't like it.
You're dating someone?
Yeah. It's complicated.
It's complicated how?
We've been together since high school.
Now we're trying to do long distance.
He's at NYU.
Right. Yeah.
Long distance is hard.
It's making me kind of crazy.
Last semester was so stressful.
I mean, I literally binge ate every night.
And now I'm just trying to get back to my normal size
before I see him next.
You're so beautiful. You don't--
You shouldn't be thinking like that.
I'm sorry. I-I don't usually word vomit unless I'm drunk.
Hey, listen-- Listen to me. You are so beautiful.
You don't need to lose any weight.
And your boyfriend can go fuck himself if he thinks so, okay?
Thanks. I think I just, like, haven't found my place here yet.
Well, freshman year is really hard for everyone.
Maybe it's just different for guys.
My boyfriend is getting tagged in photos like every weekend,
and I just feel like the loser girlfriend
who's all sad and homesick.
Well, let's take a photo.
Okay.
- Give me your number, okay? - Okay.
And I'll send it to you, and you can post it.
Okay.
I should get home. I have an early class tomorrow.
Thanks again for the drink
and for being so nice.
Of course.
- Bye. - Bye.
Bye.
Hey. Did your little friend go home?
She was sweet.
Hey, you and I are singing next.
No, I don't think I'm in the mood.
- Oh, come on. It'll be fun. - Eh, you do it alone.
I don't want to do it alone. I want to do it with you. Come on!
Okay. All right.
Yeah!
Yeah, Stephen!
Sing for us.
Come on.
I can't. You go.
- What? No. - You'll be fine.
- No, no, no. - You'll be fine.
Stephen! Stephen, do...
- You got this! - Go, Lucy!
You got it, girl!
♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪
♪ I couldn't if I tried ♪
♪ Oh, honey, if I get restless ♪
♪ Baby, you're not that guy ♪
♪ Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum ♪
♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪
♪ You take the weight off of me ♪
♪ Oh, honey, when you knocked on my door ♪
♪ Ooh, I gave you my key ♪
Oh, my gosh. Yes!
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Nobody knows it ♪
♪ When I was down ♪
♪ I was your clown ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Nobody knows it ♪
- ♪ Right from the start ♪ - ♪ I gave you my heart ♪
♪ Oh-oh ♪
♪ I gave you my heart ♪
♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪
♪ I won't go breaking your heart ♪
♪ Don't go breaking my ♪
♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪
Of course. Of course.
Wow. That was an emotional roller coaster.
Yeah, Bree saved me. Thank you.
You didn't have to do that.
I'm gonna go.
I'll see you guys in a bit.
It's fine.
Okay...
Stephen.
Fuck. Stephen, wait.
Just wait.
Look, hey, hey.
I know, I know you're upset,
but you do not have to sabotage everything, okay?
You think I'm sabotaging?
Seeing you and Evan in the same room, picturing you together.
Seeing Bree, happy little idiot.
No fucking clue. I-I don't know. I-I-- Maybe I can't get over it.
Wh-What does that mean?
What do you mean?
What do you mean, what does it mean?
I mean, are you-- Are you gonna tell Bree?
Is that what you're worried about?
Are you scared of losing me or are you scared of losing Bree?
No, I am scared of losing both of you, okay?
I love Bree, and I obviously love you, too.
Look, you know I love you.
You wanna just go back to my place?
No.
Let's talk tomorrow.
Hey.
- Hey. - Hey, where'd you go?
I'm sorry. I should have texted.
Stephen and I got into a stupid fight, but it--
We don't have to get into it.
Okay.
Did you have fun with your new freshman?
She just looked so lonely. I felt bad for her.
You just-- You just sensed she was lonely?
Okay, but you're gonna think I'm crazy.
I saw her coming out of Oliver's office.
No! Was he fucking her?
No. I'm just clinically insane and paranoid.
Yeah, I don't know. I...
I actually felt really bad for her.
We started talking, and she's...
She's really insecure.
Mm.
I honestly don't know what's wrong with me.
Are you still thinking about him a lot?
No.
I mean, yeah, obviously.
But it's not like I miss him, you know?
I think I just miss having something.
Oliver was this, like...
exciting thing for me to focus on,
and now...
all I have is myself.
And it just doesn't feel like very much.
Yeah, sometimes I just...
I just feel really alone.
Bree.
I'm just so tired of being shocked
by people I care about.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry. Sorry.
Hey.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, I just feel a little bit-- I feel a little warm.
Okay. Do you feel like you might be sick?
I don't think so.
Actually...
Actually, no. I really don't feel great.
Okay.
Well...
Here, have some more of this.
- Okay. - Okay?
I had just, like, such a big fight with Wrigley
about literally nothing.
He's being such a fucking asshole.
Are you okay? You look weird.
Yeah, I just-- I feel like my, um... my heart's beating really fast.
I just feel sort of nauseous.
- Do you want to lay down? - Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah, okay.
How's that?
You know, actually, that's worse, kind of.
Okay.
I feel like my right hand's a little bit numb.
What?
Or both, maybe? Feels like-- Yeah, it's both.
Maybe they're just tingling a little bit or something.
Did you eat something weird?
No, I think I'm having a panic attack.
Yeah.
Yeah, I am. It's bad. I actually feel like I'm gonna vomit.
Oh. Trash can. Yeah. Trash can. Trash can. There you go.
You'll be all right.
It's okay.
I feel like I need, like, a... like a pill.
Like an-- Like an anxiety pill or something?
- We could call the guy. - Okay.
- What guy? - The drug dealer, Alex.
- I'm sure he has some. - Yeah.
Hey.
Does my tongue look like it's swelling up?
- No. It's normal size. - You swear to God?
Swear to God.
- Hello? - Yeah, hi. Is this Alex?
- Yeah. - Yeah, my friend is having
a crazy panic attack,
so I wanted to buy some anti-anxiety pills from you.
- Uh, how much do you need? - I don't-- I don't know.
- Like a couple. - More than that!
Uh, okay, yeah. Whatever you have, I guess.
I can bring some in the morning.
That's-- Sorry, no.
Um, she needs you to come right now.
- It's the middle of the night. - Yeah. No, I know.
But she's super pale...
Can you tell him that it feels like I'm about to float out of my body,
like through the right side of my head.
Okay, she's like really sweaty, and she's saying a lot of weird shit,
and she can't wait.
So just please come now.
Fine. Where are you exactly?
- Bree... - I'll text you the dorm number.
It's okay. It's okay.
So do you want to take a look at her?
I'm not a doctor.
- Right. - Hey, you want Xanax or Klonopin?
Whatever you recommend.
Here, it's $150. I've got a five-pill minimum.
Okay.
Yep.
Here you go.
Here. Just take one tonight, okay?
Okay.
How-- How long does it take to kick in?
Maybe half an hour.
That long?
Here. Give me your hand.
- What? - Come here.
This is a calming technique.
- Okay. - Yeah, I know it sounds dumb. I know.
But it's a way to slow down your nervous system
before the Xanax kicks in.
Okay.
Wanna do it yourself?
- Okay. - Yeah, okay.
Bree, didn't you show us that freshman year?
Hey, you're okay.
Yeah, this just probably feels worse because of the MDMA the other night.
Like some kind of delayed comedown.
Totally.
Yeah. That's a thing, right?
Yeah, it's different for everyone.
You took it.
How do you feel?
Fine.
Yeah, I guess some people can handle shit better than others.
Hope you feel better.
Bye.
Hello?
Alex.
Bree.
Pippa gave me your number.
Yeah, I was wondering if you were gonna call.
Bree. Hey.
Hey.
Did you have fun last night?
Yeah, it was funny.
What time did you get home?
Uh...
Not-- Not too late.
I'll-- I'll see you later.
Morning, Evan.
You all right?
Do you know Bree?
Uh, yeah. I think we met once or twice.
Why don't you come talk to me for a second?
Come on. My office.
- You don't look well. - Yeah.
I'll get you some water.
You and Bree know each other? How do you know each other?
Uh, she was in my wife's class.
Look, I-I'm not sure what the issue is,
but why don't you take a seat and we can talk this through?
This is awful.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Well, I'd rather you weren't.
Was it you?
- You were fucking her? - Okay, you're not making sense.
But whatever you're dealing with, I'm sure that there is an easy solution.
- This is not okay. - You need to calm down.
Well, you're a fucking professor!
All right, that is enough!
Let's, um...
Let's talk about this, okay?
I'm right, though.
Aren't I?
Was it you?
I'll say it again.
I do not know what you're talking about.
But I don't like that you're upset, and I'd like to help you, if I can.
You clearly really care about this girl,
but maybe made some mistakes, right?
Right.
Well, for what it's worth,
if you're trying to get back into her good graces,
I think causing a big commotion and making accusations about her,
that's probably the worst thing that you could do.
I mean, for one,
it would be extremely disruptive to her life,
bringing that kind of negative attention her way.
She'd never forgive you.
And also, it's really not attractive.
Attractive?
Are you fucking serious right now?
Isn't that important if you're trying to be in a relationship with this girl?
Stop saying, "This girl."
Her name is Bree.
And you took advantage of her when we broke up,
and you fucked with her head.
But I actually fucking care about her.
Again, what you're saying isn't true,
but I can see that you're hurting, and I empathize.
But playing the victim isn't gonna get you anywhere.
If she broke up with you,
then you need to look at your own behavior.
You're a nice person.
I've seen the way you are in class.
You always try to make other people feel comfortable.
It's nice.
But the reality is people who get what they want
are the people who take what they want.
And if you're too scared to do that, it doesn't mean other people will be.
There is no point feeling sorry for yourself
because other people aren't as well-behaved as you are.
I'm assuming that this isn't gonna become a bigger problem.
No.
Good.
Now, tell me that you're feeling better
and you'll see me in class on Wednesday.
I'll see you in class on Wednesday.
And that you're feeling better.
Go fuck yourself.
So, what made you finally recognize me?
It was the tapping thing.
Yeah.
You know, I've seen you walking around campus a bunch
since we started last fall.
- Really? - Yeah.
Well, how did-- How did you know it was me?
You look exactly how you did when you were little.
- You should have said something. - Yeah.
I don't know, I just thought you were pretending not to know me.
No, I wouldn't do that.
You know, you seem like you're doing really well.
- Do I? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm glad.
What are you doing at Baird?
What, in addition to dealing drugs to you and your friends?
No, I'm, uh, I'm getting an M.A., Psychology.
Really?
- Yeah. - No way.
Yeah, how long--
How long has it been since we saw each other?
What, like, were you eight?
Nine, I think?
Yeah.
You were about to get your learner's permit.
I remember that.
Yeah, I'm-- I'm sorry that we didn't stay in touch, Bree.
Me too.
I wanted to, but I didn't know how to reach you.
Uh, how's your mom doing?
I don't know.
Yeah, it's been a couple years.
Saw her a few times in high school.
- You know how it is. - Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey.
Are you feeling any better?
Uh, yeah. I slept.
I feel like an actual person.
- Thank you. - Of course.
Good. I'm glad.
Yeah.
Can I tell you something?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
So, I know that drug dealer guy, Alex.
What?
What do you-- What do you mean?
From growing up, we were in a group home together for a while.
What? That's insane.
- I know. I know. - That's crazy. What?
Yeah. I know. I didn't even recognize him at first.
Oh, my God. Were-- Were you guys close?
I think so.
Yeah. He was-- He was nice to me.
I remember that.
I mean, I was so little. I...
barely remember anything.
Mm-hmm.
And-- And from what I do remember,
it's like I don't know what's real and what's my imagination.
But I remember him being sort of protective.
Protective of what?
Well, you know that I said I was in two good homes and one bad one?
Mm, yeah.
I met Alex in the bad one.
So you know that freshman girl, Amanda?
Mm-hmm.
I got guilted into making more plans with her.
But, I mean, that's what I get for stalking the innocent, so it's fine.
I'm so sorry you had to deal with so much bullshit, Bree.
It's fine.
It's not your fault.
I-I should get this.
- Hey. - We need to talk.
Yeah, I agree.
Right now.
- Okay, where do you want to meet? - Come to my room.
Yep, I'll see you soon.
God, his tone sucks.
Why do you let him talk to you like that?
It's-- It's complicated.
He-- He actually has some valid reasons to be upset.
Is it worth it?
- Hey. - Hey.
I, uh, I've been thinking about some stuff.
Me too.
Um...
It-- It just--
It feels like we're falling back into old shit,
and it was supposed to be different this time,
and it just...
It doesn't feel different.
I agree.
Doesn't feel good.
Yeah.
I've tried really hard to get past this Evan thing,
but I can't do it.
I gave you so many chances to tell me the truth.
But you didn't.
- I'm sorry. - I've done so much
to prove that I care about you.
I took the fall for the fucking letter.
Told all of our friends that I wrote it.
I was-- I was willing to ruin my-- My friendship with Wrigley for you.
I know. And-- And I've said thank you for that.
It doesn't go both ways.
I-I don't know if you even care about me.
St--
Stephen, that's ridiculous. Of course, I care about you.
I want to believe you.
But I think you need to prove it.
I'm really hurt.
But I'd be willing to forgive you under one condition.
What's-- What's the condition?
You have to tell Bree you fucked Evan.
You do that, we can make it work.
Why? Um...
How-- How would that help anybody?
Because I-I, I don't want there to be any more lies between us.
That-- That would-- That would ruin my friendship with Bree.
Isn't it already kind of ruined if you fucked her boyfriend?
Come on.
Stephen, she would be devastated. She wouldn't forgive me.
She'll be okay.
Eventually. And you and I will be okay.
I want to be able to forgive you.
It's not forgiveness. That's punishment.
And you're not just punishing me. You're punishing Bree.
No. No, I'm not doing that.
It's that easy of a decision for you?
You-- You're making me choose between you and Bree. It's sick.
Well, it's pretty obvious who you're choosing.
Stephen, you are forcing me to choose.
But if-- If that is what you need, then fine.
Yes, I am choosing Bree.
I don't understand you.
Bree would never speak to you again if she knew what you did.
Meanwhile, I'm here, willing to forgive you after everything you've done.
Everything-- Everything I've done?
Are you fucking kidding me? What about everything you've done?
You're such a fucking hypocrite.
That you-- The only reason that I fucked Evan
is because you left me.
You walked out with Diana.
You-- You left me in a fucking coconut bra.
A-- A coconut bra, okay?
And-- And that's-- That's not even the worst thing.
You treat everybody like shit.
Uh, yes, I have made some mistakes. I have.
But I have done nothing even close to the shit that you've done.
Wow, is there more?
Yeah, actually, let's not forget you leaving Macy alone in a car fucking dead,
and I'm the one here apologizing?
If you don't want to tell Bree, maybe I'll tell her myself.
Tell her.
Call her right now.
You won't do it.
I know you won't do it because then you won't have anything left to hold over me.
And you won't have anything left to hold over Evan either.
Hey. I'm still fucking mad at you about the Lucy thing.
Hey, hey, hey. I'm-- I'm sorry, man. I-I told you.
You ruined my relationship with her. Do you realize that?
Okay, what's going on? Did something happen?
- Yes, something happened! - Why don't you take a seat?
I'm not taking a seat! Why did you have to tell me?
- I thought it was the right thing to do. - That's ridiculous!
Are you stupid? Of course it wasn't the right thing to do.
You need to calm the fuck down or get out of my house!
I'm not gonna talk to you while you're acting like a lunatic.
Now, what happened with Lucy?
We broke up.
For good.
I couldn't stand the thought of you two fucking.
I mean, she begged me to forgive her,
but I just couldn't do it.
Look, I'm sorry, man.
I really am.
But it's probably for the best.
You don't need her.
Okay?
Okay.
So, yeah. It's over again.
Um, but it's fine.
But what happened?
I don't-- I don't really want to get into all of it.
It-- It was mutual.
Wow. Just ended so fast.
Yeah, faster than we thought it would.
How fast did you think it would end?
We thought maybe like spring break.
- Right. - I'm sorry, Lucy.
No, it's--
Me too.
I mean, Stephen is evil incarnate,
but I want you to be happy.
I am happy.
Honestly, this-- This is good.
And I am not letting it ruin my semester.
- Hi. - Hey.
Come in.
Uh, thanks for coming over.
Yeah, sure.
What's up?
Look...
of course, I feel bad about Drew.
I feel awful that we invited him to campus,
but I've been trying not to think about it because
it's too overwhelming.
I know.
But I'm sorry for being so insensitive when we talked.
I can't imagine how hard it's been for you trying to take care of Wrigley.
Thank you for saying that.
And, um, also, that other thing that you said.
Oh, we don't have to talk about that.
I'm actually totally fine with acting like it never happened, so...
No, no, I want to talk about it.
When I went home for break, I thought about you a lot.
I missed you.
So much shit happened last semester.
And aside from the Drew thing,
which is terrible,
what I was most upset about was how things ended with you.
And...
And that's weird, right?
Like...
Because it's not like we were ever best friends or anything.
So, I don't know. Um...
I guess maybe that means something.
Yeah.
It might.
♪ Your sting red full stops my skin... ♪
Okay. Um...
tell me if you think this is stupid, but I don't know.
Maybe we should, like, kiss?
Um...
No, that's not stupid.
♪ And I'm safe from harm ♪
♪ If I stay in this chalet ♪
♪ And hold me tight ♪
♪ And I'll sink in ♪
♪ I'm absorbed in your thinking ♪
♪ But you don't know ♪
Hey, are you okay?
Oh yeah, it's fine.
Have you been crying?
It's my boyfriend.
We broke up.
I'm sorry.
He sounded like an idiot.
It was my fault, actually. I, um...
I hooked up with someone else.
Oh.
I know it's terrible,
and it's also a really weird situation.
Weird how?
Well, he's way older than me.
He's married.
Okay. Wow.
It's kind of crazy how it started.
It was so random.
I was at this Christmas party
him and his wife were hosting before break.
And he was, like, flirting with me the whole night.
And I didn't think anything of it because he's, like, married.
But then he got my number, and we started texting.
Are you still seeing him?
All the time.
Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm sorry to bother you, but I think you're my 3:15 to 4:45 chaperone.
Hey.
All right, everyone, we're gonna start today's class
with a simple portraiture exercise.
So grab a partner and take turns doing a series of shots.
The goal is to experiment with different angles and emotions.
Do you want to be my partner?
Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure. Yeah.
- Why don't I start? - Okay.
I don't even know if this thing's on.
Oh, it doesn't turn on. We're shooting film.
Oh!
That checks out. All right.
You okay?
No.
Okay, I'll help you out.
Why don't you do this one like you despise all of humanity?
Okay, that's the opposite of what I asked for, but it's perfect.
It's perfect. Keep it like that.
Okay, do this one like you want to kill yourself...
...but you haven't figured out yet how.
Douse yourself in gasoline.
Oh, my God.
- Light yourself on fire. - What?
Take a bath... with a microwave.
- Stop! - Please be-- please be serious.
- I... - We're talking about suicide here.
I need you to be serious for the, for the photo.
Why are you laughing? I'm a very serious photographer now.
- Don't you know this? - I--
Oh, my God.
I've been asleep all day?
Yeah, almost.
Jesus, I slept through all my classes.
I-I have never slept through a class.
How are you feeling?
I think...
I'm really, uh...
upset.
Yeah, this is, uh...
This is bad.
♪ I've got a cupboard with cans of food ♪
♪ Filtered water and pictures of you ♪
♪ And I'm not coming out until this is all over ♪
♪ And I'm looking through the glass ♪
♪ Where the light bends at the cracks ♪
♪ And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs ♪
♪ Pretending the echoes belong to someone ♪
♪ Someone I used to know ♪
♪ And we become ♪
♪ Silhouettes when our bodies finally go ♪
♪ I wanted to walk through the empty streets ♪
♪ And feel something constant under my feet ♪
♪ But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors ♪
♪ Because the air outside will make ♪
♪ Our cells divide at an alarming rate ♪
♪ Until our shells simply cannot hold ♪
♪ All our insides in ♪
♪ And that's when we'll explode ♪
♪ And it won't be a pretty sight ♪
♪ And we'll become ♪
♪ Silhouettes when our bodies finally go ♪
- ♪ And we'll become ♪ - ♪ And we'll become ♪
♪ And we'll become ♪
♪ Silhouettes when our bodies finally go ♪
- ♪ And we'll become ♪ - ♪ And we'll become ♪
♪ And we'll become... ♪