Winning. Think: Donald Trump, Charlie Sheen, Shia LaBeouf! What do you see? Nature's winners? Born losers? Each man deserving of what they may eventually get - a jackel's bullet. Two actors, one liar, three characters, each smelling of their own story, with eyes wide as they disappear over the precipice into the pumping darkness, denial harmonizing in their screaming. It's a wanting darkness that eats all, swallowing the nudging and the branding. Is that the stink of melting flesh sizzling as the reaping iron cuts into tender hindquarters? This is the hounding mark of success in the face of tearful triumph. Winning is what deserved as the victors collapse under the rubble of fame and fortune, dead last: reaping, reaping, weeping.