Casi: I think…if there’s reincarnation…I wish I was still a countess. But…at the same time…I truly am Casi.
I feel like…Tom…is just your dad. …And Mark? He’s…a husband? A viable…marriage. Him being another aristocrat.
And your kids are just…your kids.
But…you’re not even supposed to be here.
It was a horrible mistake. You got played.
…I was supposed to be here.
I’m learning.
…I hate not being elite. Okay!? It SUCKS.
And…you being you…made that so much more painful. You…were a thorn in my side. Every damn time you posted. …I felt…personally attacked. …Because…it was a reminder of what I had. And a reminder that it wasn’t, even so, good enough. You’re better than me. …And…yet…right now? I’m even worse off.
You know?
And…I just lost my shit.
I just completely lost my fucking mind.
Okay!?
…There are things I don’t think you understand though.
A. Everyone is competing. …I mean…maybe some people aren’t. But…it’s not war, Lacey. It’s COMPETITION. Stop…bragging…thinking you’re doing something noble. …We don’t take it that way. We take as you being an asshole. End of story.
B. …Congratulations on being heterosexual. *she laughs* …But girl…you dress like a lesbian. YOU DO. …You really do. …It is…chill. I get it! I totally get it. …But it’s not…helping you. …It looks like us. And no one today is patient enough to decode all that shit. NO ONE. Please stop being so damn difficult!!!
C. You don’t want friends? Cool. Then STOP BEING SO CHEERFUL. …I know that’s how you were raised, but it’s not working. …No one is that way anymore. And…you seem…folksy and Republican…or…dumb. Or like you’re low-key desperate for friends. …If you’re someone who actually takes time to get close…then…chill the fuck out.
D. –
Lacey: I don’t know how to do that last one. I really don’t. It’s not at all natural to me. I can’t just fix it.
Casi: *thinks*
What are you looking for from people!?!
Lacey: *thinks*
Just…pleasant chatter. Polite smiles.
Casi: To us…nowadays…that’s fake. Even if it’s not. Or it’s desperate.
Lacey: Or it’s gross and too…old fashioned?
Casi: YES.
Lacey: I have no idea what else to do.
Casi: *thinks*
Micheal…why did Jack bring her to me!?! I’m GETTING ANGRY!!
Michael: Yeah.
Because you can’t find a way to make it make sense.
Casi: HUH.
Yes.
*later*
Joe Davis: Lacey…do you…you know…hang-out…with Lem?
Lacey: Yes.
Joe: Okay.
Why-
*he thinks*
Do you understand what’s going on!?
I understand…this has been very traumatic.
Lacey: *thinks*
I’m not sure.
I think I do?
Why?
Joe: Yeah.
*thinks*
I think you’re…with him.
…And…whatever he was…now…he’s…yours.
And actually…did you think he was straight…or did he tell you that?
Lacey: I definitely heard that. I would never have come up with that myself.
Bobby: *fumes*
John Smoltz: I mean….I’m hearing her as telling me that. Not her lying. And I can read the difference, energetically.
The Illuminati: Really?
John Smoltz: Yes.
This scares me.
Jennifer Lopez: Me too.
I’m not hearing her as a liar. I’m sorry.
Bobby: *fumes and cries*
The Illuminati: If it wasn’t obvious to you that he was definitely heterosexual and you were…an idiot…why would you be so upset??
Bobby: *forces himself to laugh and smile*
It’s just her. She’s just that annoying.
The Illuminati: But why are you only interested in talking about this? All of the time.
Bobby: I’m not!
The Illuminati: Yes, you are.
Bobby: I don’t think-
It’s not that.
The Illuminati: It’s not what?!
Bobby: It’s not…that I’m…pathetic.
The Illuminati: *thinks*
Lacey: How would you be pathetic?
Bobby: *thinks*
I…assumed he was way too into me. And…I let it go to my head, and shape my sense of self, as an adult.
And…it’s horrifying.
Chris: Well…I didn’t know.
Satan: *laughs, thinking it’s hilarious*
Lacey: I think, from what I understand, that he was hurt by you. But…more like you were rejecting him as a son. Or…nephew. And he felt he’d failed you. And failed himself.
Bobby: *thinks*
Failed me how!?
Lem: Like he should have been better.
Never done drugs with you. Never…any of that. Just…let it go.
As in, just…die.
Do you understand why I had to keep lying?
Cheryl: Bobby is having a panic attack.
What are you talking about?
Lem: In part I had to keep pretending to be a ruffian. Because…it may have been a part of my alibi. And I needed that to protect my identity and my family.
Bobby: YOU KILL…MY FAMILY!?!
*Lacey eats Skittles, and not to be ironic*
Lem: Yes.
I helped assassinate Jack.
Bobby: *can’t respond, he’s too shocked*
Joe: Chris…was this really necessary!?
The Illuminati: *laughs and shakes “its” head no*
Kate: I think this was necessary! *smiles, pleasantly*
Joe: Oh, for sure.
*rolls his eyes*
Chris: *smirks*
Bobby: YOU FUCKA!!! *he yells at Lem*
You FAT…FUCKING…TRASH!!!
Chris: *shrugs*
Listen to “Jazz Suite No. 2” by Shostakovich, as performed by the Russian State Symphony.
Bobby: YOU DYKE!!! *he yells at Lem*
2:40
The song ends.
Listen to “Cry Me a River” by Justin Timberlake.
Lacey: No. Hold-on.
Why…does the model…die? …But that’s not good enough?
She was…his girlfriend.
Fern: You’re right.
Lacey: Why?
Stanley Kubrick: –
Satan: She’s right.
Answer.
Stanley Kubrick: SHIT.
3:00
Lacey: Why?
3:30
Lacey: Why?
4:13
Stanley Kubrick: This song is creepy.
It sounds ancient…and African. At the end.
Why?
Because…- *he thinks*
He was…gay.
That’s part of what they cut out.
…He was bisexual.
And he got caught.
Tom Cruise’s character.
I made it seem like he was gay.
Lacey: Go on. Please.
Stanley: He was gay.
So she wasn’t a fitting sacrifice. In the end they sacrificed their daughter. To save their lives, in their minds. Assuming she’d never know, somehow. We hope.
Lacey: Which god are they trying to appease?
Stanley Kubrick: Satan.
Lacey: So it involves sex?
Stanley Kubrick: You got it.
Lacey: Is his wife Lilith?
Stanley Kubrick: No.
YOU could symbolize Lilith. …Nicole could portray her too. But you, as a character…could. You’re…her. …I mean, you’re not her. But…you’re her.
…That character…wants to be her. But she isn’t.
Would you have run off with the Captain?
Lacey: No.
But I’d not be married to that man, either.
Kubrick: Exactly.
You’d have married Ziegler. And…possibly divorced him. If he wasn’t Lem.
And he’d…adore you. Your his trusted friend.
No. You don’t still sleep together.
…You protect the kids.
He takes you very seriously. So if you say it’s a bad idea? He listens.
It’s a completely different film.
And he truly depends on your advice. He sees you as…his Lilith.
I’m sorry you haven’t had that…
*he thinks*
Lacey: I don’t entirely see the sacrifice…
Kubrick: He’s…sexually deviant. And so…they need a greater sacrifice. By societal standards.
See…in the house…he keeps wandering around. And why? Why is he not just…watching? Because he’s looking for gay sex. He sees men dancing with men. But he doesn’t see gay sex. So he’s going to find it…when he gets caught.
…I was actually hinting at…the Kennedys. When I made the film. Which is why I chose the captain. And Cape Cod. He’s JFK. She’s Jackie.
Jack is in competition with Joe. …But you see Lem? Not Joe.
Lacey: Yes.
Kubrick: Interesting.
And Ziegler looks like Zigler.
Lacey, is…Lem…that man?
Lacey: Mr. Ziegler?
Kubrick: Yes.
Lacey: Yes.
Kubrick: *thinks*
Where are you!?!
Lacey: *thinks*
I’m…the man behind the desk. At the hotel.
He’s almost comedic.
Kubrick: *laughs*
Where else?
Lacey: I’m the model.
Who stupidly agrees to die.
Kubrick: What should you have done?
Lacey: …Just left.
Just…given-up on Ziegler. Gone to a ranch in Montana. …Finished my doctorate.
You can be sure she’s in love with Ziegler. And symbolically I’m in love, it was, with…beauty. The good in the fallen world. I keep trying to…redeem it. As a Christian. But…I should have just stopped.
Kubrick: And then he was killed that night.
Lacey: Well…better him dead…than his daughter sold and molested.
