The Hunger

Uh, yeah, Mr. Julian Priest, please.

Piss off, you skinny scumbag trailer boy.

Uh, Brent Barry told me to come to you.

He-- he said that you would take me in.

How do I know?

Uh, I'm sorry.

What?

How do I know you know Brent Barry?

Hold that up to the camera.

Hold it

Hello?

Step forward so I can see your face.

What's your name?

Eddie Foden.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

What do you want?

Uh, well, Brent saidthat you can help me out.

He said that it wouldn't be a problem.

Again-- state your purpose.

Well, I was told that youcould provide a sympathetic ear

to the lost and uninformed.

So that would be me.

I'm-- I'm lost, and I'm uninformed.

Hello?

Hello?

Sir, I mean-- you know-- I've b-- I've been shot.

And I'm bleeding.

You've been a naughty boy.

Well, you know, sir, I'min-- I'm in a bit of a jam.

It's my first week in a big city,

and I've already been shot.

You know, and I was just thinking

that I could come here, not knowing a soul,

and be embraced.

I guess you could just chalkit up to the young adult mind,

you know?

Have we met before?

Uh, not-- not unlessyou've been to Grand Rapids.

No, no, no, no.

I know you.

Sir, I think it's the other way around.

I mean, I can't tell you how many

times I've heard the name JulianPriest since I've arrived.

You know, sir, you've got quite a following.

Are you armed?

?

I said, are you armed?

No, sir.

Prove it.

I'm not armed, sir.

Where did you get that wound?

Well, to be perfectly honest, sir,

I'd rather I'd rather not say.

Why would Brent Barry send you to me?

Well, he said that you wouldknow what to do with this.

How come someone likeyou would even get to know

Brent Barry?

I met him at yourretrospective last night.

Surprised they let you in.

No, I told you, I met him at the exhibit.

We struck up aconversation, and, uh, he

said-- he mentioned your name.

He said that I reminded him of you,

the way you dropped everythingand went to New York.

Excuse me.

Busy day.

Can I help you, officers?

Evening, Mr. Priest.

We're sorry to bother you at this hours.

But we're canvassing the area.

We're looking for a man, about 5'8", male,

Caucasian, brown hair, kind of looks like

he doesn't belong in the area.

Just described me.

What did I do this time?

Uh, well, Mr. Priest, this man's

described as being in his early 20s,

somebody who matches that description

got off a bus over on the mainhighway about 30 minutes ago.

Mr. Priest.

Mr. Priest?

Excuse me while I consult my memory.

So, what do you think, Eddie Foden?

Look, to be perfectly honest,I'm not proud of what I did.

What's this guy wanted for?

It's a homicide.

Are you there?

What did you do, Eddie?

I killed a man.

Why?

Creative differences.

Are youstill there, Mr. Priest?

Well, as it happens, I did see someone.

Guy came to my door earlierthis evening wounded.

When I questioned him, he ran off.

Could this be your man?

Possibly.

At least we know he's still in the area.

Thank you.

Am I to worry about this guy?

I don't think there's much to worry

about in your case, Mr. Priest.

Fruitcake.

Welcome to my world, Eddie.

You know, I'm really not doing that well.

Follow the yellow wine.

Drew will set you up.

Can I help you?

I've been shot.

Uh-huh.

I'm really bleeding.

Well, I'm afraid I can'thelp you in that department.

I'm neither qualified nor insured.

Would you like me to call an ambulance?

Oh, no. No ambulances.

I-- I--

I'm not sure Julian is up todealing with this right now.

Who the fuck are you?

I work for Julian.

Well, where is he?

I need to see him.

He'll be down shortly.

Why don't you open the gate?

Why don't you have a seat?

Help me. Help me.

Go on. Have a seat, sir.

Would you like an aspirin?

You can't smoke in here.

What?

You can't smoke in here.

Fuck you.

Look, you cannot smoke in here.

Julian will freak out, OK?

So just take it on out to the yard.

Fuck.

Clean up the fucking mess.

Fuck.

Drew fix you up all right?

Temporarily.

Hey, Julian, next time I'm feeling blue,

I'll know where to go, right?

Sweet girl, found her through an agency.

Hey, you know, all duerespect, I don't really give

a fuck where you found her.

I need some attention here, Julian.

There'ssomething about you, Mr. Foden.

I think it's your insolence.

Hey, if I knew what it meant, maybe I

could better comment on it.

You look very familiar, Mr. Foden,

are you sure we've not met before?

Julian, I'm certain.

Look, I'm really not well here.

You remind me so muchof a young American artist

I knew once.

Took the town by storm, magnificent work.

Imagine the buzz that went around

when he blew his brains out.

Tortured, I think they called him-- tragedy.

Well, let me tell you, thatbastard new exactly what

he was doing going out on top.

I hated that cunt.

Hey, hey, do you havesome disfiguring disease?

You're not going to show your face?

Go through the blue doorat the top of the stairs.

Fucker.

Over 100 years ago, Eddie,a great man, Nietzsche,

cried out god is dead.

Ever since that time, we've denyGod the credit for creation.

We had speed, Industry, then technology.

There was nothing we couldn't do.

We ripped apart morality and space and time.

And through that gaping slash,we found ourselves a virus.

It seemed insurmountable.

It tainted our newlyfound status as creators.

It cursed us with imperfection.

It was death.

So where were you in all this crap?

I demanded a confrontationwith our enemy.

I was a warrior, Eddie.

I pushed, and I pushed till I lost my public.

I was too real.

They ran away.

They hadn't the stomach for my kind of reality.

I was the only voicescreaming in the wilderness.

And Brent didn't hear my cries.