Wonderland

- (knocking)

- Man:
Hello?

Is there anybody in there?

Is there anybody inside?

- (knocking)

- (whispering) Come on, please.

Come on.

Is there anybody in there?

- (dog squealing)

- Shit.

Open this goddamn door

before I knock it the f*ck in.

Is he back yet?

That deadbeat still owes me

from yesterday.

Hey, look, you got 15 minutes

before I call the cops.

Take a bath.

(car horn blares)

What's happening?

Woman:

Hey, come on now!

(sobbing)

Woman:
Miss?

Miss...

excuse me, sweetheart?

Are you okay?

- Is anyone coming to get you?

- He left me.

Come with me. This is not

a safe neighborhood. Come on.

Come on, come with me.

Come on, I'm going to take

you back to my house.

What's your name, miss?

He said, "This time, Dawn, it's gonna be

different. It'll be different."

Now we've been in that

shithole for days now.

- Who? Who is it that said this?

- John!

My f*cking boyfriend.

Mailbox 8860,

it's a message from Dawn.

Can you have it read,

"John, it's Dawn, I'm in Hollywood.

Some holy roller found me

on the street, come f*cking get me"?

- I'm sorry, I won't be able to...

- Okay, how about, "John, it's Dawn.

I'm in Hollywood.

Come get me, cocksucker"?

All right, can you just tell him

to come get me, I'm in Hollywood?

(213) 555-7132.

Dawn, this boyfriend of yours,

this John...

talk about your demons...

he's bad news.

Look, I'm not going to sit here

and rattle on and on

- about Satan and drugs and...

- Do you have any beer?

- Dawn, you are in grave danger.

- (car approaching)

- Are you going to see this guy again?

- That sounds like his car.

- Did he call?

- Dawn...

Sally, thank you

so much for your help and stuff.

Look, you have my number.

Call me...

Hi, everybody.

Dawn, I was so worried about you.

I'm sure you're f*cking worried.

What the f*ck? You just left me there!

Again! Again, John! Jesus Christ,

what the f*ck is wrong with you?

Are you going to be

all right, Dawn?

What the f*ck is that?

Leaving me there again?

Sorry, domestic squabble.

Could we have a minute?

You hold on for a second, mister,

you are not off the hook yet, okay?

- Yes, I am.

- No, you're not.

- Seriously, I was f*cking scared.

- Yeah, let's have a chat, okay?

How's that? Is that okay?

Holy shit! What is that?

That's the big one, baby.

Didn't I tell you?

- What is it?

- Didn't I say?

Whatever it takes

to get you out of here.

That I was going to do whatever

it takes to get you...

back?

- That's just a lot of cocaine.

- For the weather.

There's a cold front

coming in from the east,

carrying with it anticipation,

and heavy skies.

- Oh, baby, I can't do...

- So strap your skis

to the roof of your car,

'cause it looks like snow.

Mountains and mountains of snow.

Oh, wait.

Oh, shit! F*ck, that's

pretty f*cking good.

It's only going to get better.

Now what do you want, baby?

- Tell me what you want.

- I want to do another one of those.

Okay, okay.

- No.

- No, no, please?

- All right.

- No, please?

All right.

Friends say it's fine,

friends say it's good

Everybody says

it's just like rock and roll

I move like a cat,

charge like a ram

Sting like a bee,

babe, I want to be your man

Well, it's plain to see

you were meant for me

Yeah, I'm your boy,

your 20th-century toy...

Oh, get out of my house!

You fornicating,

evil little...!

Friends say it's fine,

friends say it's good

Everybody says...

Tarot cards!

Devil worshiper!

Johnny was a schoolboy

When he heard

his first Beatles song

"Love Me Do," I think it was

And from there

it didn't take him long

Got himself a guitar,

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