Welcome home.

It's just you and me now.

We're standing alone.

The world is ours.

No it isn't.

Get in the car.

This isn't finished.

What?

Even though the kid's dead, I'm still seeing red.

I'm still seeing red.

I'm still seeing red.

I'm still seeing red.

I'm still seeing red.

I'm still seeing red.

I'm still seeing red.

It's finally through.

Look at him, showered in blood and flowers, now look in my eyes.

She still holds the power after years of tears of confronting his fears.

He's dead on his record for the world to hear.

And they all think that it was suicide.

But Chrissy, I know it was you inside.

I saved him.

I held him until the moment he died.

You choked him out of his own goddamn mind, promised the world to him — a goddamn lie!

What do you want from me?

Oh, look outside yourself!

I won't help you take her down.

Fine.

I'll do it by myself!

You don't need it!

Oh, I know that I need it.

She's been gone for years.

I know you can beat her.

No, look in the mirror.

You know we both fear her.

We're one and the same.

We're afraid to be narrow.

We utter the name with our spirits defeated.

But you let me kill him.

You're worse than Juanita.

I told you to end him.

It was all for the best.

So I have you to blame for this pain in my chest?

No!

If you won't go, I will.

Two events, a lost soul, I killed.

You're filling your heart up with hate.

All the same as they did.

You're just like yourself in the statement.

No, no, no, no!

It's time I made a statement of pity.

This city is ruined as we could have fooled Hollywood just the two of us.

But Juanita has just made a fool of us.

You're a loss.

One, two, three.

Four.

Is this what love is really for?

Is this all I get for being yours?

The kid in front of me in blood and gore.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Years spent to waste for all I hate.

They'll all know Juanita's fate.

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