:48:02
You wanna see some
really fucked up people?
:48:04
I'm just on myway out.
:48:05
Me, too.
:48:06
I've got a stomachful
ofXanax.
:48:07
I tookwhat was left
ofa bottle.
:48:10
It might have been
too much.
:48:12
Narrator:Just picture
watching Marla Singer
:48:14
throw herselfaround
her crummy apartment.
:48:16
But this isn't a
for-real suicide thing.
:48:18
This is probably one of
those cry-for-help things.
:48:21
Narrator: This could
go on for hours.
:48:22
Soyou're staying in
tonight, then?
:48:24
Doyou wanna wait
:48:25
and hear me
describe death?
:48:27
Doyou wanna listen
:48:28
and see ifmy spirit
can use a phone?
:48:33
Haveyou ever heard
a death rattle before?
:49:02
Narrator:
Tyler's doorwas closed.
:49:04
I'd been living here
for 2 months,
:49:06
and Tyler's door
was never closed.
:49:09
[Footsteps On Stairs]
:49:13
You won't believe this dream
I had last night.
:49:16
Yeah, I can hardly believe
anything about last night.
:49:24
[Gargling]
:49:27
[Chuckles]
:49:28
What--What areyou
doing here?
:49:34
What?
:49:35
This is my house. What are
you doing in my house?
:49:40
Fuckyou.
:49:55
Ha ha! Ohh...
:49:57
Oh, you got some fucked-up
friends, I'm tellin' you.