Her Private Hell

You're Hunter.

I'm Elle.

I know.

I love you...in everything.

You don't have to sell yourself to me.

I gave away my room.

That's unfortunate.

The airline lost my luggage because of the mist.

It's been a disaster.

Aren't you the poor little match girl.

Hans Christian Andersen.

I don't really listen to European music.

Come on.

I'm just so excited to be in the movie with you.

Fuck me.

My room is this way.

Hey.

You know, I can stay on the couch. It looks super comfy.

You can stay with me. I'm just taking my face off.

Ok. Cool.

I don't know if I can post these.

People will say I've become...unrelatable.

Can you help me with this?

You've got expensive taste.

Play date?

That bangle hasn't been cool in ages.

It's for the masses.

For the masses? Oh, you're so unrelatable.

Ew.

Who would want to be relatable?

Hunter wants to be relatable.

It's...

a metrics thing.

Oh...no, no, no.

You can let the numbers measure you,

but you can't measure yourself by the numbers.

That's wise. Did you pick that up at a sound bath?

There's not a single person...

on this planet...

that is like you.

You're a very specific...

spec of stardust.

Stop!

No. You stop! This means something.

Say it with me.

I am a wholly unique consciousness.

I am a wholly...

unique consciousness.

And I am made...

of stardust.

I am made of stardust.

The moment you forget that is the moment you disappear.

I'm sorry, but...who are you?

I'd like you to meet Dominique.

My step mom.

But you are so young.

And you know nothing about Johnny Thunders.

That father of mine.

He likes beautiful things and beautiful people.

He's a powerful man.

If you think he's playing games with you...

...he is.

If you think he's being sincere with you...

...he is.

Sometimes he wants to impress you.

Other times he wants to be impressed by you.

Usually the latter.

In his mind, you either have it or you don't.

It must be genetic because I'm the same way.

Ow!

You pricked me.

Oh, dear.

I'm so sorry.

Isn't it...

a sign of good luck?

As a matter of fact, it is.

A prick of the needle is a sign of... success.

Fucking prick me, bitch. Preferably...

in the eye.

Have you experienced...misfortune?

I am a victim of the mist.

It is not the mist you need to worry about,

it is what the mist brings.

It's a tragedy if you ask me.

Something no father should have to endure.

I remember...

the day that you were born.

The day I saw the universe.

My dear, Elle...

I will always carry you.

Always.

I couldn't imagine losing you.

But if I did, I'd search the earth until my legs stopped working.

And if I had to kill to find you,

I'd do it. And I'd keep on doing it.

I would turn the oceans red before I gave up on you.

And that...my dear girls...

...is the tragedy of The Leatherman.

Who?

The Leatherman is a father

searching for his daughter lost in the underworld.

A father cursed to search for lifetimes.

Who eventually forgets who he's looking for.

But when the mist returns, he remembers.

He remembers her.

He comes with the mist.

Searching.

His face...

an infinite abyss.

His strength insurmountable.

He wears leather gloves covered in razor sharp diamonds,

searching for her

and any girl who sees him.

For when you see him, he sees his daughter and he will try and

destroy you and anyone around you to get to her.

And the only way to kill him...

...is to cut off his hands.

That's why they say...

take care of your daughters. Or he will.

Daddy...is fascinating.

He's just a money guy.

And you can call him Johnny.

Okay.

I wasn't expecting Johnny to be like that one bit.

He is so curious and nurturing.

He has this backwards logic

where he thinks that fucking girls my age will somehow bring him closer to me.

But didn't he, like, marry Dominique?

Why are you leaving me, Daddy?

I want you and Dominique to be friends again.

That's a sweet fantasy.

Elle, making a movie is like going to war.

It'll bring you girls closer.

I'm here because I wanted to go to war with you.

I would have never have agreed to this if I knew you were going to go.

I'll only get in the way of you two making up if I stay.

You girls coming together is how we become a family again.

Dominique's one of us.

She's like us, but she's not one of us.

There's a difference.

She loves you something fierce.

Maybe more than she loves me.

This movie's gonna be hell.

Promise me you'll be a good girl and play nice while I'm gone. Hmm?

Hmm.

What is she doing?

Help me!

Help me!

Help me! Help--

Daddy!

Just kill me.

I can't.

I'm sorry, but...

...do you guys want to hear something scary?

I fell down the Leatherman rabbit hole last night.

And everything Johnny said is true.

And...

there are these beings...

called the kingmakers.

This pair of women, they always come in two.

And they can be old or young.

Hideous or beautiful.

And sometimes...

they can even become shape shifting foxes.

With multiple tails.

Magic foxes?

Yes.

And they are the guides for the Leatherman.

And they are neither good nor evil.

Neutral.

Morally ambiguous.

This is legit.

This leather guy has been around for like, ever.

Some cultures call him the leather King,

but most people...

...call him...

...the devil.

Oh...no, not the devil.

And it's these magical lady foxes

who help him find his destroyer.

They are the ones who make him.

And they are the ones...

who end him!

I just want you to understand

that what we saw was not a normal murder.

What the fuck is a normal murder?

I feel like you two should be a bit more traumatized by this.

Trauma comes in all forms.

I mean, I couldn't even pretend to kill Elle today.

I really think we saw the Leatherman.

Elle.

Sad to miss your big day tomorrow,

but happy that we can bury the hatchet. Use it with love. Daddy.

I saw the Leatherman.

I saw him take my daughter.

Is he a ghost?

A monster? A God?

I don't know.

But what I do know is the mist has returned.

Girls are dying.