Gush (2025)

[bunniefuu]

Stop, stop.

What?

What?

Did I hurt you?

No.

I'm sorry, my mind was

somewhere else.

God damn it, Sally.

Don't.

Don't what?

Look at me.

I'm sorry.

You're never gonna be

the same, are we?

We will, we'll get there.

Do you even remember

the last time we tried

Let's try again.

No.

Wake up.

Come on.

You hungry?

I have bacon and eggs.

Come on, you gotta

eat something.

Did you write something?

That's nice.

No.

Oh, what the hell?

It's 10 in the morning.

Only alcoholics drink at

10 in the morning.

Eat.

Sally.

Eat.

I'm sorry.

You always are.

You leaving me?

Nope.

You're leaving.

What?

I talked to Owen.

You talked to my publisher?

What else am I supposed

to do?

This isn't fun anymore.

You didn't tell him anything.

I didn't tell him anything that

he doesn't need to know.

Said he has a little place in

the middle of nowhere.

He loans it out to

a lot of writers.

It has a computer, nice

writing room.

I can't write that

stuff anymore.

Then don't.

Don't write what Owen

wants. Write...

...anything, something

life-affirming,

write from your heart,

something that

I don't know.

Anything.

Just, I can't do this anymore.

I want you back.

I miss you.

Good lord.

f*ck, spiders.

Spiders, no.

Oh.

Darling!

What the f*ck, Owen?

What do you mean what the f*ck?

I thought you were sending

me to a cute cabin getaway,

not the Texas Chainsaw

m*rder House.

Hey, I know it's

not the Hilton,

but it will give you

inspiration.

It'll give me tetanus.

And Kevin said there was

a computer here.

All I see is an old typewriter.

Are you kidding me?

It's not that old.

Might as well be a

printing press, Owen.

I could have brought my laptop.

Computers are so distracting.

I sent you there so that you

could be distraction free.

Trust me, you'll thank me later.

A lot of people have written

some great things

with that very same type-

writer over the years, Sally.

Yeah, well, I'm sure I can

buck the trend.

Darling, negativity does

not become you.

Well, one day we're gonna

meet face to face, Owen,

and you're gonna see

just how wrong

you are about that remark.

Meeting face to face is

nothing like being

inside your head, my dear.

I know your work.

Yeah, well, about that.

I don't know if I wanna

write horror anymore.

I'm not sure if I have it in me.

But you're so good at it.

I mean, it's a surefire

win with that trilogy.

We have a built-in audience.

I've changed.

Look, find a way to

use your feelings

and channel them

into your writing.

And let the cabin and woods in-

spire you.

Just do it for your--

Do it for your fans.

Owen.

Owen.

Great.

Aw, kitty.

Let's see if I can remember

how to use this piece of sh*t.

Death's End.

Cause I am sure as hell

not writing another one.

God.

Suck, suck, suck, suck.

It's quitting time.

Mm-hmm.

Suck!

Nobody knows the

Nobody knows

Can I help you?

Hi, you live here?

No, I'm just staying

here for a little while

somebody else owns

the place, why?

I watch over the trailer

park over there

during the off season,

doing our jobs,

landscaping, stuff like that,

and I couldn't help but

notice that you could

use a mow here.

Maybe a couple other things.

I could do it for about $50.

Tell you what, let me

go get a paper and a pen

and you can write your

number down,

I'll give it to the guy who

owns the place.

I mean, it'd have to be

his decision.

Okay.

Let me just go get that.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, uh, you're here all alone?

No, no, my husband's

sleeping, he's kind of

Hmm, husband, huh?

Well, having a nice little

getaway, I imagine.

Yeah, a little peace and quiet.

I appreciate you getting

my number to the guy.

Don't mention it.

Y'all take care.

We will.

Poor baby.

Hey.

Wait!

I just wanna talk to you.

I'm Sally.

Sally Harkley?

f*ck this.

Did you get any writing

done today?

No, but I entertained a

dirty hillbilly,

buried a dead cat,

and chased a psycho

I must be out of

my frickin' mind.

The hell?

Hello?

Hey, just checking on you.

You make it through the night?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

You sound a little

out of breath.

Uh, yeah.

I just chased this strange

woman into the woods.

What?

Yeah, she was out in

the backyard,

and I think she was watching

me yesterday.

Are you serious?

Like, just call the police?

And tell them what?

I mean, she didn't really

do anything.

Who's that?

Huh?

That woman laughing.

Oh, uh, no, we just actually

landed this big client

this afternoon, and just,

everybody decided to go

Kevin, let's

get out of here.

Lisa, I'm on the phone

with my wife.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Babe, sorry.

You know what, I'll call

you back, okay?

I'm just gonna settle up here.

Give me a break.

I just need a break.

Sorry about that.

About what?

Jesus, I don't know.

About everything.

It's okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Maybe I should call the cops.

Yeah, I mean, do whatever

you need to do to be safe,

I love you.

I love you too.

I better go.

I should write.

Okay, just call me if

you need me.

Are you real, Kitty?

Thank you.

(rhythmic mechanical

pounding and other-

What are you doing to me?

You need to talk to me.

What are you?... Why are

you here?

(mattress squeaking,

man and woman

Hey babe. How's it going?

I just got your message

from 3:30 this morning.

What message?

I know you didn't mean

to send me a message,

And I'm glad you did.

Why can't you just be

honest with me?

I don't know what you're

talking about. Sally,

Is it Lisa? Has to be.

Sally.

Yes or no. Is it Lisa?

Sally.

No, it's not me, as*h*le.

So stop saying my

name. I'm out here in bum

f*ck hell because of you.

Oh my God. I am so

stupid. I am so stupid.

It's not been easy

for me either.

No, that is not how

this conversation

starts. It starts with you

being honest with me.

Who were you f*cking at

3:30 this morning, Kevin?

Lisa.

Baby?

I think you need to leave.

It's never going to be the

same, you know.

What am I supposed to do?

A relationship is not

meant to survive this.

How? How am I supposed

to move on?

You're looking at it.

Son of a b*tch!

I asked you for one

f*cking break.

This one's on you.

Cheers, as*h*le.

Hey. You okay, lady?

Hello? Anybody home?

I knew you didn't have

no husband. What else

Want some eggs?

We better get to it.

I'm sorry.

This was supposed to be

the beginning. Not the end.

Hello?

How's the writing going,

my dear?

Owen.

I mean, of course it's me.

Who the hell else

would you expect? Who

has the number to

I had no idea this landline

was even here. You

Yeah, as well. I mean, I've

tried the cell and

Yeah, I've been having

trouble with it.

Um, the writing's going

well, though.

I was having writer's

block the first day,

but here lately I'm just

cranking out the pages.

I'm about to start

the final chapter.

Oh, now when you say final...

I mean final chapter.

It's a trilogy.

No, but perhaps it's a

trilogy for now, but who

No, Owen.

It's a trilogy forever.

I'm done after this one.

I have to be.

Well, that's too bad.

So...

...the muse has been

speaking to you?

She has her ways.

Yes, they do have such a strange

way about them, don't they?

You know, when they come

to us for how long, what

it is that they inspire us

to create or destroy.

I think it must be very

spiritual, a supernatural

But I do believe in them.

Oh, I do.

Sometimes I think they're

like those fairies in

Yeah.

You know, Tinkerbell's life

begins to dim as she

approaches death, and

it's up to us, the audience,

You know, our belief in them

fuels their very existence.

I mean, I always thought

that was such a lovely

Yeah. It's beautiful.

Yeah, well, I don't want

to keep you just

You know, this book

is going to do extremely

There's a hunger for it.

You know, power to you.

Just keep on.

March forth and keep on

writing, Sally girl.

Thanks, Owen.

Good night.

What did you do?

Here. Better let me

take care of that.

How did you know

I lost my baby?

Did you know?

I wrote about death

having a child and then

It died inside of me.

I thought somehow

it was my fault.

Like I shouldn't be

writing about that sort

of thing and then I let that

thought take over.

And then things got

weird between

And everyone was

trying to get me

I just wanted to...

I just wanted to die.

I just wanted to die.

I couldn't make love to Kevin.

How could I?

And every time I sat

down to write

What if God took my baby?

For punishment for

making the world

I know it sounds stupid but

that's what I thought.

The world is such a

horrible place anymore.

Why would I add to it

with my writing?

And now I know Kevin's

cheating on me

think about it the more

I don't know if I

Maybe it would be easier

if we split up.

It's my fault.

Why should he suffer?

Who are you?

Why are you helping me?

Hey.

Hey. Now that you've slept

on it, how do you feel?

I think you already know.

Damn. I guess if you

can't even say it then,

I'm sorry. She needs me.

I'm sorry too.

If you ever get tired of

waiting for your wife

to return to the world

of the living, look me up.

Yep.

Bye, Kevin.

Please leave

your message for: 3--

Hello?

A word of caution, Sally.

What is it?

Muses are not

unselfish creatures.

You may not realize when you've

entered into an agreement with

not to honor that agreement,

then you will do so at

What does that mean, Owen?

Even Tinkerbell had a mean

streak. She was a very jealous

What are you talking about?

Just be careful what you

wish for, Sally.

Here, kitty!

Kitty!

Sally.

God damn it, Sally, stop.

Don't touch me.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

All right, I know you're angry

and you have every

right to be angry,

but I need you to listen.

Did you think?

Did you think I was just angry?

Did you think I was angry

when I had a miscarriage

after eight months and for

a whole year afterwards

All you ever wanted to

do was climb on top of me.

Sally, I lost a baby too.

Jesus Christ, you act like

I wasn't there.

She died, but we're still here.

Right, we're still here

and God forbid

that I just wanna make

love with my wife.

Oh, you f*cked me, Kevin.

You f*cked me real good.

You made me feel like

a powerless slab of meat.

You and Owen both.

You know that's not

what I meant.

I'll just be lying in bed

next to you.

Wishing to God that I had

died along with the baby.

Wishing I had the strength.

Wishing I had the

f*cking willpower

to k*ll myself every single

g*dd*mn day.

But by all means, Kevin,

climb on top of me and

We don't need to talk

about anything.

I tried talking to you.

I didn't know how.

Nobody teaches you how

to deal with this.

I didn't know.

Didn't know that's how you felt.

You didn't know.

You didn't know,

so you called up Lisa

and you sent me out here.

That's not what happened.

Is she another pile of

meat for you

to stab your d*ck into

or do you actually love her?

Jesus, Sally.

Anger doesn't even

begin to explain

the way that I feel, Kevin.

Sally, I'm sorry.

I love you and I just

wish this was different.

I wish you were dead.

Sally.

Bring him back.

Bring him back like

you did the cat.

And I'll give you

your f*cking end.

Sally?...

...Sally, please let me in.

We're well past nine

lives now, aren't we, kitty?