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We are so excited
for the future.

Our future.

- So, we're in...
- "Love," you say? Hmm.

And you know this how?

Well, how did you know

you were in love
with your husband?

Oh. Once upon a time.

Mm.

Obviously, that
things change shape.

I don't... I don't know if
I ever did know for sure.

My head was so far up my
ass I would do anything

or say I felt anything

just to belong to somebody.

Well, I... I just want
to let you know that...

I got it, I got cast.

I'm gonna be on Half-Ton Trauma.

Half-Ton Trauma. Okay.

So, you're gonna be
a star. Of sorts.

Yep.

Eddie and I are gonna
move in together.

You know, when we're
filming the show

it's just better to have
a support system, so...

Always.

Yeah, we found a
cute little house

- in a gated community.
- A gated community?

Mm-hmm.

Wow. Fancy.

Yeah, we just realized,

you know, with the killings,
that that's the disease, like...

nobody should be alone.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Well, that is very,
very mature of you.

I commend your maturity.

And the fact that you
didn't hide this from me

'cause I-I can abide by
anything but a sneak.

Well, almost anything.

Mm. Mm. Mm-hmm.

Can we get another round

and something for my
daughter and her paramour?

Think he's drinking
a mocktail of sorts.

A little Shirley Temple thingie.

All virtue, no bite.

Another round. Coming up.

So, darling daughter...

you do know

that Fast Eddie and
I had a little thing?

- Lo.
- A dirty thing.

A nasty little...

assignations,

with a special stress

on the "ass."

- Lois, please do not do this.
- I mean,

- I had him in my mouth.
- Lois.

That did not happen and
you know it didn't happen.

You're drunk. Please
don't get messy

in front of your daughter.
You're gonna regret it.

Oh, Fast Eddie,

what about my daughter, hmm?

Do you enjoy
lifting her folds...

the acres of flesh...

to find her welcoming,
shiny pudendum?

Pudendum.

I have always loved that word.

Uh, uh, uh, Latin for pudere,

which means "to be ashamed."

And there is so much

- here be ashamed of.
- Oh, stop.

The folds with
the yeasty rashes,

the impossible to
find pink holes.

- Lois.
- Mom.

Don't do this to yourself.

Don't do it to me.
Don't do it to us.

Please.

If this is you
having a breakdown,

w-we can support you. I
can get you some help.

The truth is...

you're a lost cause.

Your heart is encased

in hardened fat,

and the sludge that
runs through your veins

is like syrup.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. And
one more thing.

Your father is an
adultering fornicator

who fucked his students.

You get that from him.

See, now you're lying.

- No.
- That is not the truth.

Okay? And if it was,
you drove him to it.

- No.
- You did.

- With your combative warring.
- No.

- No, no, no.
- Yes. It's you. It's you.

All I have ever tried to
do was to keep everybody...

I wanted to push everybody
to be as strong as me.

As strong as me.

To be able to face
this nightmare

that none of us
can wake up from.

All I ever wanted was for you

to be strong so you
could be there for me

when I needed you,
and you know what?

None of you...

none of you are strong at all.

You are all...

bathe your-your own
fucking weakness

about everything.

You will never be
able to survive

th... this-this new
utter world cruelty,

the new rules of behavior.

None of it. Not
a goddamn thing.

That is enough.

You remember those AA
meetings I took you to?

That was the worst

first fucking date

I have ever been on in my life.

- How could I forget it?
- That wasn't a date,

it was a nudge. A nudge
in the right direction.

An act of kindness.

And I see you don't
do well with kindness.

So it's nothing but tough love
from us now. Get the fuck up.

Where we going?

- To a motel?
- No.

We're going to rehab.

No.

You don't tell me
what the fuck to do.

I'm a grown woman.

Okay?

You-you... you-you-you...

You gonna sit here

and deny that-that
you flirted with me?

That you came on to me?

The baddest bitch of all time.

Hmm?

So-so... so-so I made it up,

so "Oh, everything is
all in Lois's head."

I didn't.

Tell you something.

One thing...

you cannot do, pretty white boy,

is gaslight a Black woman.

We know too fucking much.

What you looking at?

Shit.

Fuck this.

So you've thought about it.
You've reached this decision?

Yes.

I mean...

it's time to face the facts.

He's-he's only being kept
alive by your machinery.

May I ask why you've
changed your mind, Lois?

And have you discussed
this with your daughter?

Has she had a chance
to say goodbye?

I believe I am
the medical proxy.

Am I not? I am.

And as it turns
out, my husband...

has betrayed me
almost constantly.

His mistress even works here.

She comes in and whispers
sweet nothings in his ear.

So, that makes this
decision easier for you?

Well, I...

Excuse me, sir.

May I ask what is
transpiring here?

I was tipped off that this
deranged alcoholic was here

taking up precious
moments of your time,

- which I cannot allow.
- Bitch, you got a pen?

Write this down,

take a memo.

I am in a meeting with
your fucking boss,

and I am taking my
husband off life support.

Yes, it is happening.

I never gave up my legal right

despite your many manipulations,

which, quite frankly,
I have outsmarted.

I am large and in
motherfucking charge.

And I'm running this show.

Sir, this is an outrage.

- You simply cannot allow...
- Shut your mouth!

Jesus, I...

I have the floor.

So, Doc, it's hardly
murder, right?

Me, I know murder.

I'm the lead homicide
detective in this town.

But it's what you
wanted. You wanted

to "free up his bed,"

You didn't know she
said that, didn't you?

Uh, when you disconnect
the tubes, is it painful?

No, he's given meds.
He'll just, uh, slip away.

Stop breathing. It's...

- peaceful.
- Hmm.

What a shame.

What do they say...
"No justice, no peace"?

All you need for peace
and justice is...

to unplug somebody.

Do you have a priest or...

Yeah. He's Jewish.

Part. Not a believer.

He like pork chops, pussy

and lobster in cream sauce.

Only time the man ever fasted

was for a colonoscopy.

All right.

Thank you, Doc.

And thank you

for your attention
and your care.

We're done here.

Mm, this is rich.

They sent you to unplug him?

What? If you got
something to say,

say it. Speak. It's okay.

I-I don't...

I just wanted to ask, um,

- how you were doing, Lois.
- Mm.

I'm relieved.

Is that crazy?

You?

Well, um, uh, two days ago,

you held a gun to my head.

And now you... you're asking me

to-to... t-to end his life.

Why fight anymore?

You were the one he
was in love with.

That is the only
grace I can offer you.

Wish I could do more.

I'm sad for you.

And I for you.

Mm. Mm-mm-mm.

Lighten up, Redd.

I'm-a give this man the ritual
he would have appreciated:

his favorite poet and whiskey.

It'll be a party.

Have some candy.

"Because I could
not stop for Death,

"He kindly stopped for me,

"A Carriage held
but just Ourselves

"And Immortality.

"We slowly drove...

"He knew no haste...

"And I had put away

"My labor and my leisure, too,

For His Civility."

Hey.

How long is this gonna take?

Lois, it's a process.

Oh.

Okay.

"We passed the School,
where Children played,

"Their lessons scarcely done,

"We passed the Fields
of Grazing Grains,

We passed the Setting Sun."

That part is good.

"We paused before
a House that seemed

"A Swelling of the Ground,

"The Roof was
scarcely visible...

The Cornice but a mound..."

Mmm.

"Since then... 'tis
Centuries... but each

"Feels shorter than the Day

"When I first surmised

"the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity."

Well.

All right.

Who's ready for a toast?

Hmm? Doc?

To my late husband.

A sensitive man,

lover of poetry,

liar and cheat.

R.I.P.

He is forgiven. See, kids?

It's that easy. I
forgive you, pal.

Seriously, Cal? Fuck is that?

- The good shit.
- Uh-uh.

Stuff y'all smoking these
days is way too strong for me.

I got to keep my
head on a swivel.

Put it out or take a
walk. There's cameras.

You look different.

Kind of got this,
like, glow going on.

Did you get it in last
night or something?

Or something.

I unplugged my husband

and got the best
sleep of my life.

What is this?

A rehearsal space.
An art studio.

Artist of fucking death.

Lois.

I have the governor.

She wants to congratulate you

and thank you for
solving the case.

If I solved the case, Jack,

I would still be at
home in bed right now.

It's about finding a new story

with the right texture.

But also with
long-term potential.

Now, there was a spate of
violent rapes in Saskatchewan

back in the 90's that
were never solved.

Fathers, do you remember when
I originally pitched my idea

for this column?

It was a study

of good and evil in the world.

Readership of The Catholic
Guardian right now

is up over 5,000%.

Your reporting of these crimes
has made the national news.

It's gone what I
believe they call viral.

People are coming
back to the church.

All over the country.

So, all of this was a blessing?

Could Christ not have thwarted

those who aimed to crucify him?

Performed a miracle,
say, escaped the cross?

Yet he knew.

The gruesome act
of his crucifixion

would let humanity see God.

And so he allowed it to happen.

- Are you comparing...
- Not at all.

Father Charlie was
a disturbed man.

Evil.

Yet he too knew

that the crux of faith

is terror.

People want to
believe, they want God,

and thus, there is an appetite

for the grotesque.

We simply ask

that you serve the meal
that satiates the hunger.

I take over as
editor and publisher.

I get three new
writers... my hires...

and final approval of
everything published.

Autonomy.

You guys just hand me the keys.

I want to go back and
take a look and see

- if there's anything I missed.
- Yes. Of course, Lo.

- You know?
- Yeah. I just got some paperwork

for you to fill out over here.

Yeah.

What is this?

They just wanted a little toast.

You don't get balloons for
solving a case like this,

It-It's inappropriate.

Just give 'em a little
something, okay?

Thank you.

Um...

Here's to a quintuple homicide

not happening today, but,

then again, it's
only noon, so...

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

I was thinking about
retiring after this case.

But now, I mean, I want to go
back, look at all my old cases,

see if there's
anything I missed.

Lois.

I'm not asking you to retire.

I'm not asking.

I won't resign.

Fire me. I dare you.

It isn't my call.
And they will.

They're cutting
65% of the force.

They flew me to St. Paul
last week for a presentation.

Presentation on what?

Emerging technologies
in policing.

Bonkers stuff.

What are you talking about?

Artificial intelligence,
autonomous cruisers,

a whole network of cameras
with a centralized brain

that analyzes the footage,

those fucking animated
robot police dog things.

No, no. No, no, no.

I solved this case...

I solved all my cases

because I have an actual brain.

And a heart.

Just like a perp.

Nothing understands a
human like another human.

Well, they disagree.

It's a full pension.

Plus an additional
severance thing.

It's very generous.

It's a full salary for life.

$146,000 a year for life.

Plus... Marshall's pension.

Life insurance.

You can do all the things
you always dreamed of.

It is what it is.

The world is changing.

Wake up, Lois.

Wake up.

Lois, my access, thanks to you,

gave us traction.

We got so many new readers.

New people coming to church.

Our own editor

actually being the one
committing the crimes.

I mean, it's blown that
initial bump out of the water.

Standing room only.

And I know, many of them
are lookie-loos, but still.

- God works in mysterious ways.
- I mean,

here are people who have come
to listen and to witness.

As far as why they've come...

Who are you to judge?

Think I'm more concerned
with my own role.

What I do for these souls
in need once they're there.

You know, I am surprised
at the quickness

and ease of your recovery.

It's almost

like the fiend that shot you

had a plan.

A purpose, you know?

Draw blood,

but avoid an artery that
could lead to catastrophe.

In hindsight, when
I think about it,

it's kind of a theatrical act,

your... your being shot.

Kind of showy.

And you know what I was
gonna ask you, Sister?

I was gonna ask you, um,

your editor, your priest,
our grotesquerie...

was he into arsenal cosplay?

I mean, I'm asking
you because...

y'all seemed so close.

♪ ♪ Tell me, how ♪

♪ ♪ Can you stop ♪

♪ ♪ That old sun ♪

♪ ♪ From shining? ♪

Babe, how many
drinks have you had?

Sit down, hand
Mama the car keys.

You're drunk.

You must be if you're
accusing me of...

Let me make myself clear.

Even two drinks
in, in this moment,

I'm still sober as a nun.

♪ ♪ Ever win? ♪

♪ ♪ Somebody please ♪

♪ ♪ Help... ♪

Louboutins?
Interesting choice.

Guilty. An impulse buy.

- Between us, they're murder.
- Mm.

You know the history
of the red soles?

Prostitutes in New York City
worked the Meatpacking District,

and it was said you
could tell a sinner

by the blood on the
bottom of their shoes.

So let me ask you, you said
that you were concerned

about your role amongst
the parishioners.

What about your perceived role?

I think any serious person
can see that my reporting

is what led to
this apprehension.

No. That was me,

with a bullet to the chest.

But let's test your theory.

Let's-let's kick the
ball down the field.

Maybe you are innocent.

♪ ♪ No one, no one... ♪

Maybe.

I just think

we all know a lot more than
we're willing to admit.

I mean, is anyone
really innocent

of anything anymore?

2014 might be the last time

I believe anyone was
innocent of anything.

♪ ♪ And mine is... ♪

The world wasn't
on fire, no COVID,

the election hadn't
cracked us in half,

the web was still a toy.

♪ ♪ Tell me... ♪

But now, we're like...

cavemen...

standing, staring
into the horizon,

and we... we see an
erect, hairless man

coming towards us.

And we know...

it's over.

We know, don't we?

But what else can we do...

except pretend not to know?

Lois.

You okay?

No, Sister, I'm not.

You know, I thought

it was interesting...

charming, even...

your involvement in this case.

I mean, you...

were always in the know.

Always a step ahead.

Getting to crime scenes
first, sometimes.

Dedicated.

Always so...

full of theories.

And that murder wall of yours

in your office...

where you had

photocopied real books
and-and drawings?

I said to myself,

"This woman is like me.

"She's a... she's a dinosaur.

"She actually went

to the library."

It made me like you.

You know, we'd found books

with those same images

in Father Charlie's house.

You know, we'd always
said, from the beginning,

that whoever did this...

had to have experience

with-with death and killing.

But...

he didn't actually
have that, did he?

Mm.

Hmm. I mean, he could
wield a carving knife,

but in order to pull this off,

he would need an accomplice.

He would need help.

And what he needed, he got.

A twisted sister.

Yes, this-this-this...

this theorizing, this-this...

There's something
to this, let's...

let's follow this thread, okay?

And let's just say...
Uh, and I believe

that a very handsome
Father Charlie

was a true lady-killer.

In every possible way.

And then...

you showed up,

this whimsical hybrid

of Manson girl Squeaky Fromme

and a Disney sidekick
cartoon character.

And, Christ on a cracker...

you wanted to lay down.

The sexual tension between
you two was unbearable.

- Shut up.
- But you couldn't.

You couldn't

because you took a vow,

and you're married to
the Lord or some shit.

So, the bond...

the kink, the
endless planning...

the viciousness of
these murders...

in an effort to get people back

to your fading church...
asses to masses...

was the only consummation
you could get.

Holy shit, Sister.

I think I just cracked the case.

Blasphemy!

♪ ♪ Help me mend my heart ♪

♪ ♪ My broken ♪

- ♪♪ Heart ♪
- ♪♪ My broken heart ♪

♪ ♪ Just want to, I just want
to ♪ - ♪♪ And let me live ♪

♪ ♪ I just want to, I just
want to ♪ - ♪♪ Again ♪

♪ ♪ I just want to ♪

♪ ♪ Live again, baby ♪

♪ ♪ How can you mend, oh, yeah ♪

♪ ♪ This broken man... ♪

♪ ♪ Somebody tell me ♪

♪ ♪ How can a loser ♪

♪ ♪ Ever win? ♪

Fucking crazy bitch!

♪ ♪ Help me mend my... ♪

- No!
- Get off of me!

♪ ♪ This old broken heart... ♪

♪ ♪ I think I ♪

♪ ♪ I believe I... ♪

Lois!

- Stop it!
- Fucking crazy bitch!

Aah!

♪ ♪ You mend... ♪

♪ ♪ How can you
stop the rain... ♪

♪ ♪ From falling down? ♪

♪ ♪ I know my clothes ♪

♪ ♪ Are all wet, tell me ♪

- ♪♪ Help me ♪
- ♪♪ How can you ♪

- ♪♪ Mend my ♪
- ♪♪ Mend my ♪

- ♪♪ My broken heart ♪
- ♪♪ Please help me mend ♪

♪ ♪ My broken heart ♪

- ♪♪ I think I ♪
- ♪♪ And let me live... ♪

Come here!

♪ ♪ I just want to live... ♪

There is no future after this,

no coming back.

I don't think I deserve
it at this point.

Oh, you don't think?

But divorce? Really?

I thought the therapy
was going so well. I...

Infidelity is something
that a lot of couples

are dealing with... these days.

It's not gonna be easy but,
you know, we'll push through.

Oh, the cheating I can handle.
I would love a hall pass.

My new lab assistant... I would
suck him clean off tomorrow.

Then...

what is this about?

I didn't grow up with a family.

Not like yours.

I grew up in the
foster system...

He's never gonna
get to the point.

It's the Rolodex of excuses
that's coming right now.

You know, his
trauma, his drinking,

his shame.

You know, the fact that he's a
minimum-wage earning alcoholic

who works at
Cinnabon in the mall,

married to a woman who
has two doctorate degrees,

- And I'm proud.
- Who's literally... shut the fuck up...

who's literally curing cancer.

You've asked me
why I married him.

You've asked me several times,

and I'm ashamed to say

it was because he
can fuck me good.

- Merritt.
- That's the goddamn truth.

It's okay. It's fair.

I don't mean to make excuses.

You can't imagine
what it meant to me

when I met Merritt and she
introduced me to your family.

Everyone made me feel
so a part of everything.

You have to know how
grateful I am for that.

How I'm still grateful.

To you, for being here.

Oh, I'm not here for you at all,

you sick, poor fuck.

Lois.

It was something...

like I'd never experienced
before in my life.

- A mother.
- Dad.

He has been fucking Mom

for the last two years.

I'm sorry I even brought
somebody like this home.

I just wish you would
be understanding.

You know what I wish?

I wish you didn't
have a fucking mullet.

I wish you got up off your ass.

I wish you didn't
work at Cinnabon.

It's fucking embarrassing.

With your fucking onion rings.

Who the fuck orders onion rings?

You're a grown fucking man.

How?!

♪ ♪ One is the
loneliest number ♪

♪ ♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ ♪ Two can be as bad ♪

♪ ♪ As one, it's
the loneliest... ♪

Hey, y'all. You good?

♪ ♪ Number one... ♪

- One, two, three, up.
- ♪♪ No is the saddest ♪

- ♪♪ Experience you'll ever know ♪
- And...

♪ ♪ Yes ♪

♪ ♪ It's the
saddest experience ♪

♪ ♪ You'll ever know ♪

♪ ♪ Because one is
the loneliest number ♪

♪ ♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ ♪ One is the
loneliest number ♪

♪ ♪ That you'll ever know... ♪

You okay, Mr. Tryon?

I know.

♪ ♪ It's just no
good anymore... ♪

I put the peonies
out that you brought.

They look nice.

♪ ♪ Now I spend my time ♪

♪ ♪ Just making rhymes ♪

♪ ♪ Of yesterday ♪

♪ ♪ Because one is
the loneliest number ♪

♪ ♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ ♪ One is the
loneliest number ♪

♪ ♪ That you'll ever know. ♪

You know, the
doctor's been saying

you're not in there anymore.

But I always said,
"No, she's there.

I can feel her."

It's like a live wire

running between us, buzzing,

and I can feel there's
someone on the other end.

It makes me...

do things, this wire.

Brings me here day after day,

makes me massage your feet,

rub Vaseline under your
armpits, between your legs.

Makes me...

hold your hand.

Makes me hope.

But that's not right, is it?

It's in my head, huh?

'Cause any love
we had between us

died the day you
wrapped your legs

around your son-in-law.

I hope to God

that the doctor's wrong,

that there's a ember
somewhere in there

still burning.

I hope...

it can hear me

and feel fear.

Because it's time to go.

♪ ♪ 'Cause one is the
loneliest number ♪

♪ ♪ That you'll ever do ♪

Marshall. Please.

♪ ♪ One is the loneliest... ♪

How can I help you?

It's time. I know it's time.

♪ ♪ One is the loneliest... ♪

These are very
difficult decisions.

We're here to support you.

We, uh, have resources

if you want to
talk with someone.

Do something about the body.

Donate it to science,
take pictures of her liver

for AA pamphlets,
whate-whatever.

Do whatever you want. I...
I'm not gonna take her.

Have you spoken with the rest of
the family about their wishes?

Can we do this
tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.?

♪ ♪ One... ♪

If it's what you want.

I am... curious, Mr. Tryon,

how you arrived
at this decision.

♪ ♪ One... ♪

Haven't you been saying
for weeks that it's time?

Not a decision we want
to make on the basis

of very temporary emotions.

I would encourage you
to sit with this choice

before we proceed.

Thank you, John. It's
very kind of you.

I'm out.

♪ ♪ One is the
loneliest number... ♪

This is it.

Good night.

Paging Dr. Mayhew.

Dr. Mayhew...

♪ ♪ Hey, baby ♪

♪ ♪ I remember now
the night we met ♪

♪ ♪ You treated me so sweetly ♪

♪ ♪ Now, don't you go away
and leave me flat... ♪

So, wait.

How long have we been
doing this... six years?

Big man on campus,

freshman girls bouncing
in and out of your office.

- It's not the same thing.
- Oh, so, what...

cheating's only
okay when you do it?

The difference is

you... they... are not
my daughter-in-law.

Oh, so that's what
you're mad about...

the principle of the thing?

It's sick. He's family.
It's-it's incest.

They're not actually related.

You men are something else.

Would you turn that
thing off while I'm here?

I have over 600
people watching this.

My mic is off. Relax.

I don't go full
Hustler magazine, babe.

Since the club closed,
this is my office.

You're the one who barged
in without calling.

Technically, it is my apartment,

in that I-I am paying for it.

Let's set aside the hypocrisy

of you being mad about cheating.

Lois deserves to die?

And what about
your offenses, hmm?

Remember when you took
me up to Agate Creek...

for Valentine's Day?

No explanation to her.

Who knows what she
might have had planned?

Just up and disappeared
for two days.

She didn't notice I was gone.

All that talk about calling her

and breaking it off

and never going home again.

Lie after lie.

You know people in
comas are affected

by stuff around them?

You probably really
messed her up,

going in there with
all that shit just now.

♪ ♪ Gotta have your sweetness. ♪

Wh...

- Where you going?
- I can't be around you.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

It's your apartment.

Chief. Can I sit?

Did you know that for every
domestic abuse case we resolve,

another gets
escalated to murder?

One and one.

- Then I'll be quick. Two things.
- Yeah.

First thing, the family...
Andrea's... they're suing.

Us.

On what grounds?

Andrea called six times
reporting domestic abuse.

Lois was the lead.
They are alleging

that she was too hands-off,
that she could have done more

to extricate Andrea
from the situation,

lock up the boyfriend.

If she had, Andrea
would still be alive.

The department wants to settle.

No. Lois did what she
was legally able to do.

She gave her information
and resources.

Andrea never pressed charges.

She never filed a
restraining order.

I know. Doesn't hold water.

If Lois were here, she wouldn't
roll over and take this.

Well, then it's good you're
the chief and she's not.

And that's the second thing.

I spoke to an administrator
at the hospital.

It's time.

Marshall realized.

I want to be there.

Yeah.

Most people...
doctors included...

think that the worst thing
that can happen in a hospital

is the death of a patient.

They see death itself as...

unethical. Excuse me.

But I disagree. I think that

when a patient is
truly suffering...

and here we have
freedom from pain...

to withhold that
treatment is unethical.

Sorry, Mommy.

I've...

done everything to...

be who you wanted me to be.

You know?

Every therapist has
told me to let it go.

To...

This, um,

striving to meet
your expectations.

But I don't care.

Everything that I ever
do will be for your love.

My research, all of it.

What the hell's going on here?
Why-why is she getting a bath?

She ain't going on a fucking
date. Where-where this going?

- Sir, it's what we do here.
- Look... No, out, out, out!

No. No. This is private.

- Just want to pay my respects.
- You didn't respect Lois.

You were after her fucking job.

And your reports... over
and over for years...

any minuscule infraction.

She loathed you.

She may have had her
issues with me, Marshall,

but that doesn't mean
I didn't admire her.

Please. I just want to say
goodbye. And thank you.

N... Somebody get this man...
You... N... No, no, out.

Someone stop this
man. What... No.

Get the fuck out of here!

- What are you doing here?
- I know, Marshall.

- Get the fuck out of here!
- I have to see her.

- No!
- I'm not going until I see Lois.

You ain't seeing her.
Get the fuck out of here!

- Dad. - Security!
- Please.

Security!

Stupid fuck.

- Let's go. Let's do it.
- Daddy.

You're really not gonna
let them say goodbye?

No.

Okay. I know what
you're feeling, okay?

- Mm.
- I'm feeling it, too.

Mm-hmm.

Just let them come in,
say goodbye and go.

Okay?

Look, I'm hurting

and I'm angry as hell, okay?

Mm-hmm.

But it's not just about us.

- Who the hell is it about then?
- Okay?

Her. Mommy.

No, it's not.

This is it. It's time.

- This is not happening right now.
- No, no.

- We're not gonna do this right now.
- No, no, don't listen to her.

I have power of
attorney. Keep going.

Do not touch her, okay?

Unless you want to be litigated
for negligent homicide.

You hear me? Do you
understand that?

Back... the fuck up.

Thank you.

Let them in. Now.

I said no. I say. I decide.

Pull the fucking
plug. Pull it now.

Let her die the way she lived...

with everyone and everything
around her in fucking turmoil

- and fucking chaos and dysfunction!
- Are you serious?

- Fuck!
- Ho... Wait. Ho... Wait a minute.

Now, you wait a minute.

If-if this is what
you want to do...

you lose her today...

and me.

And... me.

I'm-a go play her favorite song,

because that's what I
want to do, all right?

I'm gonna go play her song.

♪ ♪ Stars, they come and go ♪

♪ ♪ They come fast,
they come slow ♪

♪ ♪ They go like the
last light of the sun ♪

♪ ♪ All in a blaze ♪

♪ ♪ And all you
see is glory... ♪

You know, I...

I see death merely

as a tool.

It's freedom from pain.

It's the sweet emancipation...

of the soul.

♪ ♪ People lust for fame ♪

♪ ♪ Like athletes in a game ♪

♪ ♪ They break their
collarbones... ♪

You know, I see death
merely as a tool.

Freedom from pain.

Sweet emancipation of the soul.

♪ ♪ They live their lives ♪

♪ ♪ In sad cafés
and music halls... ♪

Fucking crazy bitch!

♪ ♪ Before the world ♪

♪ ♪ Has done its dirty job ♪

♪ ♪ And later on
someone will say... ♪

♪ ♪ "Now you must make way"... ♪

♪ ♪ You never saw the eyes ♪

♪ ♪ Of young men at 25 ♪

♪ ♪ Who followed as you walked ♪

♪ ♪ And asked for autographs ♪

♪ ♪ Or kissed you ♪

♪ ♪ On the cheek ♪

♪ ♪ And you never really could ♪

♪ ♪ Believe they
really loved you... ♪

I love you.

♪ ♪ Some make it ♪

♪ ♪ When they're old... ♪

I forgive you, Mommy.

♪ ♪ Perhaps they have a soul ♪

- Just go, Mom.
- ♪♪ They aren't afraid to bare... ♪

It's okay.

♪ ♪ Or perhaps there's
nothing there ♪

♪ ♪ But anyway, that isn't ♪

♪ ♪ What I meant to say ♪

♪ ♪ I meant to tell a story... ♪

Mommy.- -

♪ ♪ From day to day ♪

♪ ♪ Stars, they come and go ♪

♪ ♪ They come fast,
they come slow ♪

♪ ♪ They go like the
last light of the sun ♪

♪ ♪ All in a blaze ♪

♪ ♪ And you always ♪

- ♪♪ All you see is glory... ♪
- Wh...

- What's happening?
- I don't know. I'm-I'm...

I'm trying to get it
figured out right now.

What the hell is going on?

I think that she
might be experiencing

a little bit of drift right now.

♪ ♪ I come up singing ♪

♪ ♪ For you ♪

♪ ♪ Even though I'm ♪

♪ ♪ Down. ♪

- Is she breathing? Is she breathing right now?
- Her heart rate is taking longer

- to slow down than it should.
- What do you need to do?

Is she breathing?

Is she breathing?

No. No, no.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

Learn how to walk in
heels, you fucking cunt.

Babe.

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