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We are so excited for the future.

Our future.

- So, we're in love--
- 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...

Hmm.

Obviously, that thing's changed shape.

And 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 wanna 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.
- Mm-hmm.

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.

Always.

Yeah, we found
a cute little house in a gated community.

- A gated community?
- Mm-hmm.

- Wow. Fancy.
- Yeah.

Yeah, we just realized,
you know, with the killings,

the deaths, the disease,
like...

...nobody should be alone.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Mmm. 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.

Mmm. Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Can we get another round?

And something for my daughter
and her paramour.

I think he's drinking a mocktail of sorts.

A little Shirley Temple thingy.
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
for you to 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,

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. No.
- You did with your combative warring.

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

All I have ever tried to do was
to get 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...

bathed in your own fucking weakness
about everything.

You would never be able to survive...
...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 gonna sit here
and deny that you flirted with me?

That you came on to me?

The baddest bitch of all time.

Hmm?

So, I made it up.
So, oh, everything is all in Lois' 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
and 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--
- Shut your mouth!

Jesus, I... I have the floor.

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

I mean, I know murder. I'm
the lead homicide detective in this town.

But that's what you wanted.
You wanted to "free up his bed."

You know she said that, did 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...

He's Jewish. Part. Not a believer.

He liked 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.

Oh, this is rich.

They sent you to unplug him?

What? If you got something to say,
say it. Speak. It's okay.

I don't...

I just wanted to ask, um,

how you are doing, Lois.

Hmm.

I'm relieved. Is that crazy?

You?

Well, um, two days ago,
you held a gun to my head.

And now you... You're asking me
to-to-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.

Mmm. Mm-mmm. Mmm.

Lighten up, Redd.

I'm gonna give this man a ritual
he would've 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."

"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.

RIP.

He's forgiven. See, kids, it's that easy.

I forgive you, pal.

Seriously, Cal? The fuck is that?

- The good shit.
- Uh-uh.

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

I gotta keep my head on a swivel.

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

You look different.
Kinda got, like, this glow goin' 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 '90s

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 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.

What is this?

They just wanted a little toast.

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

I was thinking about retiring
after this case, but now...

I mean, I wanna 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 Saint 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, uh...

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.

And then this twist,

our own editor actually being
the one committing the crimes.

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

Sunday mass was 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?

I 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.

I mean, 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.

Kinda showy.

You know 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 seem so close.

♪ Tell me, how can you stop ♪

♪ That old sun from shining? ♪

♪ What makes the world go 'round? ♪

Wait. 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.

♪ How can a loser ever win? ♪

♪ Somebody please help me ♪

Louboutins?

Interesting choice.

Guilty.

An impulse buy.

Between us, they're murder.

Mmm.

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 his 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 ever told us ♪

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 believed
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.

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 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?

No.

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 theorizing...

There's something to this.
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 ♪

♪ I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna, I just wanna ♪

♪ I just wanna live again, baby ♪

♪ How can you mend
Oh, yeah, this broken man? ♪

♪ Somebody tell me ♪

♪ How can a loser ever win? ♪

You fucking crazy bitch!

- No!
- Get off of me!

♪ This old broken heart ♪

- Lois, stop it!
- Fucking crazy bitch!

♪ How can you stop the rain ♪

♪ I know my clothes are all wet
Tell me ♪

♪ How can you mend my ♪

♪ Please help me mend my broken heart ♪

♪ I think I ♪

Come here!

♪ I want to live and live and live ♪

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la ♪

There is no future after this.

No coming back.

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

Oh, you don't think?

Huh.

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 never gonna be easy,
but you'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 had 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 wish
you would be understanding.

You know what I wish?
I wish I 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 weird.

With your fucking onion rings.
Who the fuck orders onion rings?

You're a grown fucking man.

I wish you would fucking...

♪ One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do ♪

♪ Two can be as bad as one ♪

Hey, y'all. You good?

♪ Since the number one ♪

One, two, three. Up.

And down.

♪ 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 say,
"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.

It 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?

Because any love we had between us died

the day you wrapped your legs
around your son-in-law.

I hope to God the doctor's wrong.

That there's an ember
somewhere in there still burning.

I hope...

it can hear me and feel fear,

because it's time to go.

♪ Because one is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do ♪

Marshall. Please.

How can I help you?

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

It's a very difficult decision.

We're here to support you.
We, uh, have resources.

If you wanna talk to someone.

Do something about the body.

Donate it to science, take pictures
of her liver for AA pamphlets, whatever.

Do whatever you want.
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.?

If it's what you want.

I am curious, Mr. Tryon,
how you arrived at this decision?

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

It's not a decision we wanna make
on a basis of very temporary emotions.

I would encourage you to sit
with this choice before we proceed.

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

I'm out.

♪ One is the loneliest number ♪

This is it.

Good night.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Stop ♪

♪ Now ♪

♪ I remember now the night we met ♪

♪ You treated me so sweetly ♪

♪ Now you 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 is
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 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.

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

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're alleging
that she was too hands off,

that she could've 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. It doesn't hold water.

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

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

And that's the second thing.

I spoke to an administrator
at the hospital.

It's time.

Marshall realized.

I wanna 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.

Yeah.

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 is she getting a bath?

She ain't going on a fucking date.
What is going on?

- Sir, it's what we do.
- What... No! Out, out, out!

No. No! This is private.

I just wanna pay my respects.

You didn't respect Lois.
You were after her fucking job.

And your reports? Over and over for years.
Any miniscule 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 wanna say goodbye.

And thank you.

No. Somebody get this man.

You... 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?
- Mmm.

- 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?

Mmm.

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.
- No, no.

- We're not gonna do this.
- No. Don't listen to her.

I have the power of attorney. Keep going.

Do not touch her, okay?

Unless you wanna 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,

- in fucking chaos and dysfunction.
- Are you serious?

- Wait. Wait a minute.
- Fuck it.

Now, you wait a minute.

If this is what you wanna do...

you lose her today and me.

And me.

I'ma go play her favorite song,
because that's what I wanna do.

All right? I'ma 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 see death merely as a tool.

It's a 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.

♪ Some are lost and never found ♪

♪ They live their lives
In sad cafés and music halls ♪

Fucking crazy bitch.

♪ And they always have a story ♪

♪ Before the world
Has done its dirty job ♪

♪ And later on someone will say ♪

♪ Now you must make way ♪

♪ But they'll never know the pain ♪

♪ Or the years of forgetting
What you know too well ♪

♪ That you who gave the crown
Have been let down ♪

♪ You never saw the eyes ♪

♪ Of young men at 25 ♪

♪ Who followed as you walked
And asked for autographs ♪

♪ 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.

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.

♪ That I live 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 trying to get it
figured out right now.

What the hell is going on?

She might be experiencing
a little bit of pain right now.

♪ I'll come up singing for you ♪

♪ Even though I'm down ♪

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

- to slow down than it should.
- Is she breathing?

Is she breathing?

No. No.

No, no, no, no.

Learn how to walk in heels,
you fucking cunt.

Babe.