Bottom of the World

Synopsis: The mysterious disappearance of a young woman leads her boyfriend on a journey for truth and perhaps his own unknown reality in this dark, hypnotic mystery that transcends the limitations of traditional narrative.
85 min

It's just the heat. That's all.

You want me to stop? I can stop.

No, I think I just gotta

get my pills.

Oh, pull over.

Alright, Scarlett.

"The charm of yesterday,

the convenience of tomorrow."

Sh*t. I mean, it's so wrong,

it's right.

- You seem to be feeling better.

- Yeah, brand new.

I think I puked it all out.

God, where the hell are we?

I don't know. Some old

town like a million others.

I swear I've been here before.

This place? No. All these

old towns look the same.

Oh, like this place? No way.

Whoa. I wonder

what the rooms are like.

Tiny bathrooms and musty carpet.

If you're feeling better,

we should really get going.

What? We can't not stay here.

You go get the bags...

and I'll get us a room.

We're on the end.

What the f***?


There's mud

in the bathtub.

You're not gonna take a bath,

are you?

I guess I wasn't, no.

Well, then don't worry about it.

I like this room.

- You do?

- I got a surprise for us.

Where'd you get that?

Front desk runs

little concessions.

Strictly on the downlow.

And those are?

Southwest shot glasses.

Muy autntico.

Nice. But didn't you leave lunch

by the side of the road?

It's old news. I think

it was just a passing thing.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.


So now what?

What is the worst thing

that you've ever done?

- Truth or dare?

- Sure.

Like, the meanest, most rotten,

horrible, dirtiest,

dishonorable, despicable thing

that you've ever done.

I took the five finger discount

on these back in Santa Fe.

Is that not what you meant?

- What about you?

- What?

What's the worst thing

you've ever done?

- Seriously?

- Yeah.

My mum's sister, Polly,

died in a car accident

when I was really young

and her son Wayne was in the car

with her but didn't die. He...

He kind of turned into

this vegetable.

So... Wayne kind of

became my doll.

I would dress him up

in my mom's clothes

and plaster his face

with make-up

and I would put on these little

plays with him as the star.

I really shouldn't

have been watching him,

but I mean, there was, like,

no one else. So...

I mean, I was so young

and he kind of sickened me.

I mean, he smelt, particularly

when he took a sh*t.

He just constantly had this

drool running down his face.

So... I kind of started

f***ing with him.

I drew a bull's-eye on his head

with a red lipstick

and I would throw soft fruit

at him, like target practice.

And when he shat himself I would

just wheel him into a closet

and leave him there all day

until my mom came home.

And I was, like, a girl

interested in sex and boys.

I would take off

all of Wayne's clothes

and, one day, I put

peanut butter, like, all over

and just let the dog

come and lick it up.

And then I would kind of jerk

him off and watch him get hard.

And... I mean,

at the end of the day,

he was covered with whatever

I threw and I dumped on him,

and I would just wheel him

outside and just hose him down.

And if it was raining,

I would just leave him out there

for hours.

And then I would wash him

sometimes in the kiddie pool.

And I would just let him

slip in the water

until there were no bubbles

or anything

and his face would be, like,

red and purple and...

And then, you know, I would

save him just at the right time.

My mom had a boyfriend, this

Gulf War vet, complete a**hole.

We were all watching TV one

night and he mentioned how...

Wayne was doing really weird

things with his eyeballs.

Wayne's dad was a Marine.

It turns out he was doing

Morse code with his eyes.

He was saying,


I mean, over and over and over.

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