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This is a picture of Walter Black,

a hopelessly depressed individual.

Somewhere inside him is a man
who fell in love,

who started a family...

And then I woke up.

...who ran a successful company.

That man has gone missing.

No matter what he's tried,

and he's tried everything,

Walter can't seem to bring him back.

It's as if he's died

but hasn't had the good sense
to take his body with him.

So, mostly, what he does is sleep.

Shares in his father's
once-proud toy company

are now almost as worthless as Walter feels.

His family used to resemble something
out of a holiday greeting card

but now seems to be in perpetual mourning.

Henry, his youngest, has become
what his teachers call "solitary."

He'd like to become invisible one day

instead of merely unnoticed
by his own father.

And, Porter, his eldest?

Well, he's terrified of becoming
just like his father.

His mission? To catalog
every dreaded similarity that links them.

Every lip bite.

Every neck crack.
Every involuntary behavior.

He plans to erase them one by one.

His wife, Meredith, has hidden herself
behind her engineering work

and nighttime conference calls to Tokyo
and rollercoaster designs.

Anything to drown out the reality
of an absent husband.

Walter's depression is an ink
that stains everything it touches.

A black hole that swallows all who get near.

They've all been waiting for him to wake up,

to snap out of it,

but he hasn't.

So, Meredith does the only thing left to do

and says the only thing left to say.

Goodbye.

Jared, you're failing this class.

Do you honestly think you can suddenly
hand in an "A" paper and get away with it?

What about Hector?

You got him an "A" in Family Development.

Look, I've never written
anything for Hector. All right?

If he told you differently, he's a liar.

Hypothetically, had I written him something,

we would have
raised his grades incrementally.

And if that happened, then, yes,
he might have turned in an "A" paper.

He might even be making a "B"
in a class that he used to be failing.

So, if someone wanted me to do this,
and do it as them,

in their voice and at their skill level,

I would say that they could
either do it my way

or take your chances buying
some piece of shit off the Internet.

- $200 every time?
- If it's too much, write it yourself.

More than I pay for weed.

Sorry, buddy.

You passed me again.

I know, honey. I was looking.

How was your day?

Did you talk to anyone?

I guess.

A new person or an old person?

New.

Good. What did you talk about?

He said I was a ball-licker.

I told him I wasn't,
and he threw me in the dumpster.

What?

Did you tell your teacher?

She got me out of the dumpster.

Well, this must be
some kind of misunderstanding,

and we just have to realign
or correct their...

I'll talk to the teacher.

Is Dad gone?

No. He's not gone, honey.

We just agreed that it's better
if we don't live together anymore. Okay?

What do you look for
beyond the sea, Grasshopper?

That part of me
which I know little of.

The past of which I was born.

Then, some day,
you must seek it.

Is it good to seek the past,
Master Po?

Does it not rob the present?

If a man dwells on the past,
then he robs the present.

But if a man ignores the past,
he may rob the future.

- The seeds of our destiny are nurtured...
- That's beautiful, Grasshopper.

Here. Here you go.

You moved.

Oi!

Hmm.

You know, since we're making changes
around here,

maybe you want to get, like,
a plumber or something.

I mean, this place is falling apart.

Well, that's too bad, because there's really
not much we can do about it, is there?

Whoa, relax. I'm on your side, okay.
I'm glad you kicked him out.

I'm just saying this whole
eating-at-the-table thing together.

I mean, that's...
How long do you expect us to keep that up?

I don't know, Porter.

Maybe until we start respecting
each other again?

You know, maybe when we start
asking each other how was our day

and clearing out the dishes...

Maybe I should get a paper route, too.

Then I'm going
to guess the number.

If I guess right, we do the kitten story.

Two big stories to get to tonight,
unfortunately...

Wake up.

Wake up, you worthless sod.

Bloody hell. Look at you.

Stone-drunk and flattened by a television.

That's quite an obituary
you're working up for yourself, Walter.

Leave me alone.

No. Can't do that. You don't want that.

'Cause I'm the only one what knows
how you really feel.

Everybody needs a friend, Walter.

And you've got me.

That's why you read all them
useless self-help books.

Chicken Soup, Positive Thinking,
How to Win Friends.

Which one has the chapter
about dropping the telly on your head?

I'm sick.

Yeah, Walt. On that, we agree.

The question is, do you want to get better?

I can't.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're depressed.
- Yeah.

Lethargic. Anhedonia.

Wake up!

Books and pills. They're cotton candy.

You've seen
too many home-improvement shows.

You think you can just

splash up some paint
and rearrange the furniture,

and everything will be all right.

You want things to change?
I mean, really change?

You gotta forget
about home improvement, Walter.

You have gotta blow up
the whole bloody building.

What are you gonna do, Walter?

- Blow it up.
- Louder!

- Blow it up.
- Louder!

Blow it up! Blow it the fuck up! Blow it up!
Blow it up!

Right.

Too right, mate.

You can blow it up. Start again.

Who are you?

I'm the Beaver, Walter,
and I'm here to save your goddamn life.

Hey.

I'm sorry. I must have passed him again.
He just blends in.

No, his dad picked him up early.

Walter?

He said he sent you a text.
Your husband is quite a character.

Mom, you gotta see what we did.

- Okay. Where's your father?
- Come on! I'll show you.

You put your memory in it.

Where'd you get that?

- We made it.
- You and your dad?

Me and the Beaver.

The Beaver?

Any idea where Walter
stuffed the power sander

you gave him two Christmases ago?

No?

No trouble. We'll make do.

Walter, what's with the accent
and the puppet?

- Give her the thing.
- Right.

"Hello. The person
who handed you this card

"is under the care of
a prescription puppet."

Walter, what the hell is this?

Henry, mate, go see if you can find
that varnish we was talking about.

- I'll get it!
- Thanks, mate!

Did you read the card?

- Yes, I...
- Read the card.

- I've...
- Read the card.

"The person who handed you this card
is under the care of a prescription puppet

"designed to help create
a psychological distance between himself

"and the negative aspects
of his personality.

"Please treat him as you normally would

"but address yourself to the puppet.
Thank you."

There you go.

- Is this some kind of a joke?
- No, hardly, love. Nothing funny about it.

Stop it with the puppet!

All right. I'm confused, Walter,
and I need some answers right now.

He said if I stick with it that maybe...

He? Who said that?

Dr. Macy.

Dr. Macy? You quit seeing him.

Well, I went back.

So this is some kind of a program?

I'll field that one. Yes, Meredith.
The answer is yes.

That is exactly what it is.

I know it seems radical,

but in cases like Walter's,
cases where all else has been known to fail,

it's proven quite effective.

But if it's going to work,
it's going to need your full support.

It's very big in Sweden.

I couldn't find it.

Ah. No worries.

I best be on me bike.

You're not leaving, are you?

Don't worry.
I'll come back this weekend, then.

But you have to stay for dinner!
Mom, let him stay for dinner!

Look, it's all right.

- I don't need to.
- Please, Mom, let him stay for dinner.

- I'll come back this weekend, then.
- Come on.

- It's okay. Just for dinner.
- Please, Mom.

- Yeah!
- Well, right, then.

Let's tidy up the garage
so we can mess up the kitchen.

Come on. Don't touch anything sharp.

Hey.

What the hell am I doing here?

I need you to write me something.

I knew it.
He thinks I'm going to fall for this?

- Who?
- Mumphry, or whatever

vice-principal sent you.

Tell him I'm insulted.

Hey, will you hold on for a second?
No one sent me.

I really need help.

Look, you're the valedictorian, all right.
You have a 4.0.

I copy off of you in calculus.

Why would you want me
to write you a paper?

It's not a paper.

It's my graduation speech.

Save your money.
No one gives a shit about those things.

Yeah, well, my mom will. So...

Not that I'm saying that
you write other people's papers for them,

but if you did, I hear that you're really
good at making yourself sound like them.

Getting inside their heads.
That's what I need.

- No way.
- Why?

Because it's one thing for your little
anorexia squad to get by on their looks.

That's all they've got.
But for someone like you, it's just lazy.

Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Does this look lazy to you?

That is 428 pages of lazy.

And if you don't want to take my money
because you're just dying to see me

make an ass of myself, then that's fine.

But don't you dare call me lazy.

Douche.

Thank you very much.
You want olives in your salad?

- Yeah.
- Here you go. Watch this.

Would you like some more?

- What the...
- There he is. Hello.

My card.

We was afraid we'd have
to start without you.

This is a joke, right?

No, son, it's a fresh start.

Have you completely lost your mind?

- I know it seems a bit...
- I'm not talking to you, nut job.

I'm talking to Mom.

It takes you years to get him out of here,

and you let him come back the next night
with a talking hamster?

Failure on this scale
doesn't happen overnight.

Still I can't believe
that you guys made that.

I mean, you never... I mean, Walter never...

I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure
how I'm supposed to address you.

Well, you're doing fine, love.

Well, tools were always
on your Christmas list,

but I had no idea that you knew
how to actually make anything.

He's a beaver, Mom. That's what they do.

Yeah. Spot on, mate.

But, you know, Walter
wasn't half-bad himself, at one time.

Yeah? Who taught him?

I suppose he taught himself.

He was about your age, yeah. Cub Scouts.

He and his pop were supposed
to make a racecar for a contest.

Except, his pop weren't around
so he had to do it himself.

Where was his dad?

He got very sad and he had an accident.

You mean Grandpa Jerry
from the graveyard?

Right-o. Anyway, Walter had Grandpa's
tools but no clue how to use them.

So, what he ended up making was so awful

that it looked like he'd screwed a set
of wheels onto a piece of dog crap.

And you know what the other kids called it?

The Turd. That was generous, mate.

One lady threw up all over herself
just 'cause it got close to her.

But when it came to racing...

What?

The Turd could not be beat.

- Sweet.
- Yeah.

- Dad?
- Yeah, mate?

- Can we make a Turd?
- Yeah, any time, mate.

You give the word, we'll make the Turd.

Yeah.

Good night, Beaver.

Good night, mate.

Good night.

Good night, Beaver.

- Hello?
- Norah.

Hey, it's Porter.

Listen, what I said earlier...

- So, are you going to help me or not?
- Yeah.

But for this sort of thing, I'm going
to have to ask you for, like, $500?

Done.

Wow. Would you have gone $1,000?

- Oh, yeah.
- How about a million?

Can you come by tomorrow?

Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

You know, I didn't... Look, I...
We're cool, right? I... I'm...

You've never even said a word to me,
you know, and...

- Porter?
- And it's not like we

...know each other or anything... Yeah.
- Just come by tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Good night! See you soon.

Trust me, mate. Today will set you free.

What the hell is this?

I have no idea.

This is layoffs, isn't it? Goddamn China.

Nobody's getting laid off.

Get rid of you lot?

I'd have no one to boss around, yeah?

The boss woke up and brought a friend.

I think we should maintain some respect
until Mr. Black tells us...

Good morning, all.

I assume you all got the cards.

If not, allow me to briefly explain.

Walter Black ascended
to CEO of this company two years ago.

Not through any particular skill or merit,
but because Walter was next in line

rather than our infinitely more qualified VP
standing right here.

Hello, love.

It was a job Walter was, well,
ill-prepared to handle.

Basically, well...

Walter's been a loser.

Which is why, as of now, he is resigning
and putting me in charge.

So, before you decide to run me out on a rail
with all the flaming torches and pitchforks,

hear me out, give me five minutes,
then you may tear me to shreds, if you like.

First, I will be ceding control
of all individual projects

back to the teams themselves.

That means you will be free

and entrusted to do the jobs
you was hired to do in the first place.

Hello, Hank.

Second, we will revamp,
revitalize, re-launch

at the International Game
and Toy Manufacturers Expo

in six weeks' time.

Now, I know there's a very high degree
of skepticism about my ability to lead.

Isn't that right?

I mean, middle-aged man
with his arm stuck up my bum. Right?

Who wouldn't doubt me?
But I'll make you the following deal.

You give me two weeks, just two,
and at the end of that time,

anyone who wants to resign
will receive severance pay

and a glowing letter of recommendation.

- No questions asked, no exceptions.
- Excuse me?

And who exactly are you supposed to be?

Bollocks. Did I forget to introduce meself?

You may simply call me the Beaver.

Impressive.

So, what do you need to know?

Well, I guess the first thing is,
what do you want to say?

Well, that's kind of the problem.

I mean, I got good grades. Big deal.
What do I know?

Okay. Well, how do you want people to feel
when you're done?

I guess I just want them to feel not

let down.

"Not let down."

That's powerful.

"I'm excited, pumped. How are you doing?"

"Me? I'm not let down."

I told you that I suck.
This is why I need you.

Okay, well, you're a cheerleader,
notorious hothead.

Could we talk about you getting expelled
from the eighth grade?

How did you find out about that?

No secrets on the Internet.

What did you do?

Did you steal some encyclopedias?

- Chew some nicotine gum?
- No.

What? Tease a fat kid?

Shut up.

All right. So, what is it?

I was tagging.

Tagging?

Like...

Like graffiti tagging?

More like art. It was just illegal.

Where's all this rebel-artist shit now?

That was a long time ago.

You still have some, don't you? Yeah.

- Show me, please.
- No.

If you show me, I will write you a speech
that you could free Tibet with.

Why do you want to see it so bad?

Because I like to be surprised.

- We have to be quick.
- All right.

Whose room is this?

No one's.

Oh, wow.

I like to do it big.
Like freeways, buildings, billboards.

And fast.
Like I'm running a million miles an hour.

No thinking, you know?

Why did you stop?

'Cause I got caught
and my mom couldn't take it.

Anyway, I threw them all away.

Someone must have liked them.

Pulled them out of the trash, didn't they?

- Who was it?
- What are you doing in here?

I was just showing Porter around the house.

He's on the math team with me.

- Right.
- Time to go.

Hey, I'm sorry about my mom.

- She's just, you know...
- That's fine.

You know, you are

so much weirder...

Not weird, I just mean, like,
different, I guess.

You're a lot more different
than I thought you'd be.

You know, for someone I'm paying
a lot of money to write a speech for me,

you're not very articulate.

I'm much better on paper.

We'll see.

Thank you for not laughing, I guess.

I wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't laugh.

Good.

Very, very good.

We salute at the threshold
of the North Sea in my mind

And a nod to the boredom that drove me here

To face the tide and swim

I swim, oh, swim

And, eventually,
what seems strange becomes common.

What seemed impossible becomes real.

Up to my knees now,
do I wait? Do I dive?

The sea has seen my like before though
it's my first and perhaps last time

Let's call me a Baptist,
call this the drowning of the past

She's there on the shoreline
Throwing stones at my back

So swim until you can't see land

Swim until you can't see land

Swim until you can't see land

Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?

Until things almost
start to feel the way they used to.

Fixed it, love. Working like a charm.

It's like it's all brand new.

- Walter. Walter, wake up. Wake up.
- Mmm. What?

It's Henry. He snuck out of his room.
He's down in the garage again by himself.

Well, tell him to come to bed.

I know. I tell him every night, but he needs
to hear it from, you know, you.

Yeah.

I'm on it.

Whoa, where are you going
this time of night?

I'm gonna tell the little guy
to knock it off so I can sleep.

Right.

I was going to the same place.
Come on. Let's triple-team him.

That's okay.
You've got your little furry friend.

Good night.

What are you making besides a racket?

You couldn't sleep, either?

Well, actually, mate,
I was having a brilliant kip

till you started banging away.

I just had this idea.

Oh, yeah?
Well, let's have the idea in the morning.

Just 10 more minutes, please?

Ten more minutes, all right, yes.

But no more mucking about with tools
when I'm not around. It's not safe.

Or when your mother's asked you not to.
Or at night.

Or in a toilet.
Or when you're climbing Mount Everest.

Or picking your nose. Agreed?

- Agreed.
- There you go.

Can you talk to me? I like it when you talk.

What do you want me to talk about?

Doesn't matter. Just talk.

You have a funny voice.

You're quite easily entertained, aren't you?

Give you a buzz saw, a block of wood,
and some chatter...

Hey, Walter, did you talk to him?

Yes, and everything's fine.
He'll stick to the schedule.

What's going on?

I've had a breakthrough, love.
Got to get to work right away.

Now?

Not a moment to spare!

You're a goddess.

Sir? You're in early.

Just the woman I wanted to see.

Have a look at this.

Now, we need to get started on this
right away.

It's a beaver?

It's the future.

This?

The Talking Beaver
Woodworking Set.

You get your basic tools, a block of wood

and a talking beaver
to work right alongside of you.

You should see the kids, love.

I mean, they've got their cell phones
and their computers,

but, wow, you give them a block of wood,
a hammer and a saw?

Bob's their bleeding auntie.

Their poor little brains are starving
for something like this.

So, you're talking about a new product line
for what? Christmas?

Christmas? I'm talking about right now,
woman. Today.

This morning.

I guess there could be an ancillary market
in more tools.

Maybe pre-cut lumber pieces?

Sort of like Lego kits but made of wood.

And you can work them
into shapes on your own.

Now, that's using your scone.

Not just made out of wood, is it? Let's go.

But this would mean, I mean,

even if we could get one ready in time,
this is all we would have for the Expo.

That's all we'll need, my darling.

And for every person that points out

that there's a rodent at the helm,

there's another to remind him or her that
production has already increased by 35%.

At the end of those first two weeks,
not one person resigns.

Not one.

Now, we're going to start with...

The Beaver, as a core item,
along with endless project kits

could produce an exponential return.

The question is, do we want
to continue struggling merely to survive,

or do we want to embrace something new,
something different,

and see where it takes us?

Once again,
our beloved Jerry Co.

has vision, power, energy, balls.

Item number three this morning,
we've got some fabrication concerns.

Why are you all laughing?

Did you talk to Dr. Macy today?

Indeed. He says we're coming along
just brilliantly.

Well, did he give you some kind of a
timeline for when the treatment might be over?

No, nothing specific, love.

Like a week, or a month, or...

It's a process, love.

We'll know when the time is right.

Now, rest up, you delicious little tart.

There's more where that came from.

Hector, what do I always say, man?
Read it before you turn it in.

It was about your own family,
for Christ's sake.

I just figured since it was personal,
there wouldn't be no test questions on it.

- But your own grandma turned you in.
- Yes. She was so proud.

Talking about the stuff that you had wrote
about her back in the day in D.R.

And then all of a sudden,
she could just tell I knew nothing about it.

So, she starts crying.
She calls the principal, says she doesn't...

All right. My name stays out of this.
You understand that, right?

- She called me a liar and a cheater.
- All right, all right, all right. Look.

Okay, I'm gonna make
a dummy website, all right?

You tell them you sent in your money,
you got your paper.

That's all you know, okay?

Hector, look, I gotta go.

I'm gonna give you the website tomorrow,
all right?

- Hector!
- Yes, yes, yes.

Great. Good.

Norah!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Why are you all sweaty?
- I was doing yoga.

- Manly.
- Downward Dog's a bitch.

- Are you busy tonight?
- Are you asking me out?

No. Not at all.

I was just gonna casually inquire
if you're busy

without making it seem like I'd been
up all night planning something elaborate.

Have you been up all night
planning something elaborate?

Yeah, I have, like, maps and stuff.

You can pick me up at 7:00.
I have to be back at 12:00.

Awesome, so it's a date.
I mean, it is, right?

We'll see.

Cool.

Don't mess this up.

You let me lead, all right?

Are you almost ready? Reservation's at 8:00.

- Bloody hell, woman. Look at you.
- Well, you're looking pretty good yourself.

- Yeah, well, you ain't seen nothing yet.
- Yeah?

The girls whipped up
something special for me.

We're talking full-on tux, love.

Yeah. Just give us a minute to pop it on,
and we'll be off.

Wait, it's our anniversary, honey.

That's why I went for the penguin suit.

I do not want to celebrate
20 years of marriage with a puppet.

I'm sorry. I've been very patient
and I've been very supportive,

but I want you, not him.

Not tonight.

Hi.

Black, party of two.

So, when do I get
to see some of your pages?

Never. It's a pyramid scheme.

- I didn't tell you that?
- No.

You didn't get the brochure?

- I'm kidding. I'll get it done.
- You better.

I'm not giving you 500 bucks just so you can
buy a flat screen for your dorm room.

I'm not buying a flat screen
for my dorm room.

Then, what?

- A mummy.
- No mummy.

- Then, what? What's it going to?
- Nothing.

Mmm-mmm.

A guy like you
doesn't do anything for no reason.

You've got a plan.

I was listening to the radio and, apparently,
it's gonna be really hot this weekend.

Not hot-hot, just above average.

- So, how's work?
- Good. Yeah, busy.

Busy?

Maps? That's what
you're saving all your money for?

Yeah.

Okay, explain, because right now, it's
looking like where you hide your bodies.

It is. Every red dot is a dead body.

Just trying to be honest.

Okay, really, what's it for?

It's, like, all these places where
everything changed in the blink of an eye.

Like the balcony
where Martin Luther King got shot.

The train tracks where Woody Guthrie
hopped on his first train.

And?

And I just visit them and then I end up
at Brown the day before school starts.

It's kind of like a find-yourself trip?

No. More like a lose-stuff trip.

What kind of stuff do you want to lose?

At last count, 49 things.

An elaborate, mysterious plan,
and a little weird.

But I like it.

It's your paper-writing dollars at work.

What was that for?

You said you liked to be surprised.

- Ready?
- For what?

It's a great place.

It's kind of scary but beautiful.

Look, I wasn't sure which color you liked,
so I kind of got everything.

I hope you like sunburst yellow.

Porter? Porter, come on.
What are you doing?

Is this fantastic, or what?

Are you kidding?
It's awesome, but I'm not going to touch it.

- Why not?
- Because.

- Because, what? Why not?
- Because I don't want to.

Come on, Norah.
You have this amazing thing that you do.

You just put all of yourself out there.
All I can do is sound like other people.

- I know you have something to say.
- Okay.

- Knock yourself out. You do it.
- Come on.

No. I don't paint.

Why not?
You're so good at being other people.

- Well, maybe if I could paint I would, but...
- Porter, just start.

Okay.

What are you going to do?
Write "Norah + Porter forever"?

Because that'd be pretty cute.

Right?

- That's what you've been wanting to say.
- No.

You wrote 400 pages of notes.
Not one word about him?

What happened to my brother
is none of your business.

Do you understand?

I just thought there was something
you wanted to say

and you didn't know how.

It's none of your business.

What kind of person
does something like this?

What's the matter with you?

Go on. Open it.

Henry helped me, which basically means

that I bought the wood
and he did all the work.

It's a memory box.

It's very nice. Thank you.

Look inside.

I thought it was important
to remind ourselves of how things were.

How things should be.

Walter. No, no, no. It's okay. It's okay.

Is this what you want?

Is this progress? Christ, woman!

He's suffering from depression,
not amnesia!

You think the problem
is he can't remember these things?

- No.
- He can't go back. Don't you see that?

This is all in the past, and dredging
it up... Do you know where this leads?

You know where this Walter goes?

To a 10th floor balcony,
tied to a shower curtain rod.

Is that what you want?

You want the rest of your life
to be just like tonight?

- Well, that was Walter.
- No, Walter. No, come on.

Look at this. You really look at this.

That's you, Walter.

Remember that?

When Porter was born, and he was so little?

And they pulled him out of me,
and you stood right by him.

You looked him right in the eye,

and you let him know
that you weren't going anywhere,

that you were staying right there
so he wouldn't be scared.

Walter, that's you. That's the man I love.
That's the man I need.

You're still inside there, honey.

I know you're in there. We can go back.

We can get back to the way
that we used to be.

We are not going
down that street again, Meredith.

This man is a dead end.
He's gone. He has to be.

You get it?

I fought for you.

I practically breathed for you for two years
when you couldn't even get out of bed,

and I will continue to fight for you
because I love you.

I've got to know that you're coming back.
Come back to me, please.

Walter?

Walter?

Norah, I can't take this again.

Come on.

Hello. We came as soon as we heard.

I'm the Beaver,
and this is Porter's dad, Walter.

Listen, we'll get it all sorted.
I'm here now so we'll take care of things.

Have a nice safe drive home.

Wait.

Porter, mate, hang about. Come on.
We can discuss this. Come on.

- Give me that thing!
- Calm down!

- Give it to me! Goddamn it!
- Stop it!

- Give me that thing!
- Stop!

Leave him alone!

Porter! Porter! Oh, my God.
Porter, are you okay? Are you all right?

Porter, let me see your hands.
Are they bleeding?

I'm sorry, son. I didn't mean to do that.

You keep your hands off him!

Porter, come on. Let me see.

Are you happy now?

Porter? Porter?

It's Christmas in May.

That's what some retailers are saying

with Mr. Beaver Woodchopper Kits
selling out in droves.

Recently, Jerry Co.
had been in steep decline,

hovering on the verge of bankruptcy
earlier this year.

But thanks to Mr. Beaver,
that won't be happening any time soon.

It's like a $100 million
ad campaign, for free!

Jerry Co.'s back in the game.
The old man would be so proud.

I've got to hand it to you.

You pulled all the strings,
and look where we landed.

On top, for once.

- It feels good, doesn't it?
- They.

Sir?

My family.

Who's the biggest interview request
we've had so far?

- All the morning shows. CNN, CNBC...
- Today Show, then. Set it up.

But, sir,
the Today Show is on television.

What are we hiding? We're winners.
We should be shouting it from the rooftops.

It would certainly be a story.

I'm gonna tell you something
that I've never told anyone else,

but I think you're ready to hear it.

Okay.

I'm not a puppet.

I'm real.

I'm alive.

And the world needs to know.

You all right, love?

Some trouble?

I talked to Dr. Macy today.

What did he have to say for himself?

He says that you haven't been to see him
in over a year.

Dr. Macy says that you're sick, Walter.
Very sick.

Yeah. Right.

He said this sounds like
some kind of a mania.

Okay, well, who gives a shit
what Dr. Macy has to say?

I fixed him.

Everybody else seems to get it.
Henry, people at work. Everyone except you.

Does that tell you something?

You just want to live like this forever?
Talking through your hand?

I'd say it's been a pretty
smashing success so far, wouldn't you?

You need help, Walter! You need help!
You're sick.

"Help." Eat the pill, read the book,
see the bleeding expert.

- Walter finally helped himself.
- Listen to yourself. This is insane.

You're talking about a puppet.

No, Meredith.
You're talking about a bloody puppet.

We're talking about a miracle.

Who's "we," Walter?

I know it's hard, mate. I know.

You can't afford to get mixed up
in all of this.

You just keep moving.
Keep moving and don't look back.

You're right, of course.

Walter is sick.

But make no mistake about it, love.
I'm not going anywhere.

I've rented a house.

I'm taking the boys
and everything we can carry.

I don't want you to call.
I don't want you to visit.

If you're determined to lose your mind,
well, I can't stop you.

But I'm not gonna let them stand there
and watch it. Not my sons.

Insanity may play at the office,
but it's not gonna work in front of a judge.

Why aren't you coming with us?

Another time, mate. Another time.

But I want to stay with you.

You go with your mum, all right?
We'll get it sorted. You'll see.

Everything will be good again real soon.
All right.

- Bye.
- Let's go.

Bye.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, too, son. I love you, too.

Go on. Off you go. Go on.

Well, sometimes, Matt...
May I call you Matt?

Yeah, sure.

Sometimes, a single inspiration
just comes to you

in the middle of the night.

But your genius seems to hide
in a stuffed toy.

So people have to doubt
your sanity a little.

Well, Mozart was said to occasionally meow
like a cat,

but he got on all right.

Great music, don't you think?

Walter, I want to talk about depression.

Because the way it's been told to me,

this whole thing started as a way for you
to deal with your mental illness.

Well, all right.

Well, sometimes, Matt,

we reach a point where, in order to go on,

we have to wipe the slate clean.

We start to see ourselves as a box
that we're trapped inside.

And no matter how we try and escape,

self-help, therapy, drugs,

we just sink further and further down.

The only way to truly break out of the box

is just to get rid of it altogether.

I mean, you built it in the first place.

If the people around you
are breaking your spirit, who needs them?

Your wife who pretends to love you,

your son who can't even stand you.

I mean, put them out of their misery.

Starting over isn't crazy.

Crazy is being miserable

and walking around half asleep, numb,

day after day after day.

Crazy is pretending to be happy.

Pretending that the way things are

is the way they have to be
for the rest of your bleeding life.

All the potential, hope,

all that joy, feeling,

all that passion
that life has sucked out of you.

Reach out, grab a hold of it

and snatch it back
from that blood-sucking rabble.

Walter, it's good to have you here.

Thank you.

This is a picture of Walter Black,

a hopelessly depressed individual

who becomes the Beaver,

who becomes a phenomenon.

There's a lot of people out there
who are desperate enough to listen.

People seem to love a train wreck

when it's not happening to them.

Norah, look, we need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

Yeah, well, I called you, I texted you,
and I IM'd you,

and it never seems like a good time. So...

Maybe you should take that as a hint.

I'm an idiot, all right?
That's not how I wanted things to turn out.

I like you, all right?
I actually give a shit.

You don't give a shit about me.
You don't even know me.

Look, your brother OD'd, all right?

But ditching your own talent,
what makes you you,

that's not gonna bring him back.
It's just going to make you nothing.

You stay the hell away from me.

You and your psycho family.

Are you happy? Are you truly, truly happy?

Because, Jon,
there's something lacking in all of us.

A missing piece.

There's a little bit of a black spot
or a dark spot.

It's that obvious?

I'm sorry to say, Jon,
but Walter needs a little help.

Because he's not too articulate
at the moment.

In fact, he's not well.

Get up. Get up.

Get up, you miserable wanker.

You're not going to get much
out of ol' Walter.

He's feeling a bit under the weather,
you see?

Come on. It's a radio show.

People can't even see the puppet.

So why talk through the puppet?

Hello?

Mere, it's me.

Walter, are you okay?

Yeah, look,

I can't... I can't...

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Walter? Walter, talk to me!

Who are you talking to?

- Hang up. You hang up right now.
- Walter?

Can your mother stitch?

You'll never win.

- I want Daddy. Where's Daddy?
- I know.

I want the Beaver.

Are you awake?
Honey, you've got to go get Dad, all right?

Why?

He's not answering his phone,
and Henry won't stop crying.

I just don't know what to do. Please.

Come on, baby.
We're going to find Daddy soon. It's okay.

Haven't I given you
exactly what you asked for?

You don't need them, Walter.

I love you.

I'm the only one that
really, really loves you.

And that is why
I would never let you go back.

Never.

I don't want to sleep anymore.

Maybe...

Maybe, you know,
we should work on something.

Yeah, sure, mate. Come on.

Walter, not like this.

Don't do it.

It will be worse than before. Much worse.

Do you want to end up
a worthless, lonely piece of shit?

You're nothing without me, Walter.

Nothing!

I'm the only part of you that works.

I'm sorry.

Walter! How about Henry, your kid?
You remember him?

Walter!

Dad?

BP's dropping. Don't touch the tourniquet
until he's on the table.

It's the only reason he still has a pulse.

Wake

From your sleep

The drying of your tears

Today we escape

As the new CEO of Jerry Co.,

I want to assure people
that the company is back in good hands.

Pack

And get dressed

Before your father hears us

Before

All hell

Breaks loose

I paid Porter $200,

and he did some research.

I let my family down.

I'm really ashamed about this,

and I just want to put it behind me
as soon as possible.

Grasshopper,
are you fishing in our lily pond?

Come on. Let's go see your dad.

- I'm not going.
- Fine.

If you don't want to go, then don't go.
But you're not just going to sleep all day.

Come on.

Come on, Porter. Let's go. Get up!

- For Christ's sake.
- Stop!

- Are we going?
- Stop! Stop!

Yes.

Fine.

Just do something, all right?

Go outside, take a walk, steal a car.
I don't care.

I just don't want to find you back in bed
when I get home.

Your family's here.

It's okay. Go on.

Hey, little fella. How are you?

Good.

What's that?

- It's a brain.
- Wow. It's a brain!

Mom says yours got broken.

This will come in handy.

So, are you crazy?

Maybe.

We're working on it.

Does that mean you can come home?

We're working on that, too.

Hey, where's your brother?

Probably sleeping. It's all he does.

Come here.

Come here! I'll bite you on your ear!

Wow.

I must have sent you 15 texts.

I'd given up on you.

Well, that makes two of us.

You were right.
I guess I had some stuff to say.

Apparently, a lot of stuff.

Anyway, now you know what's on my mind,
so you can write my speech.

No.

I think I'm officially out of that business.

You owe me.

You made this for me.

Yesterday.

How come?

Because there's more
that belongs on a wall than,

"Norah has a dead brother."

Even if it is a big mess.

It's amazing.

Funny. I think it's a mess,
and you think it's amazing.

And I think you're amazing,
and you think you're a mess.

You know what?
I don't want to think anymore.

You still owe me a speech.

Just make sure it sounds like me.

So, do I just sit here writing
and get arrested again?

No, take it with you, dummy.

Take it with me?

Good afternoon,
graduates, dead poets,

painters, future Einsteins,
and all those in between.

Today I'm here to warn you
that you are being lied to.

Our parents, our teachers, our doctors
have lied to us.

And it's the exact same lie.
The same six words,

"Everything is going to be okay."

But what if it isn't?

What if some of human experience
is just something you inherit,

like curly hair or blue eyes?

What if pain is just in your DNA
and tragedy is your birthright?

Or what if...

- "Or what if sometimes..."
- ...sometimes...

"...right out of the blue,
when you least expect it,

"shit just happens?

"Shit just happens."

Okay, I'm sure, right now,
you're all thinking,

"Man, this is the darkest graduation speech
I've ever heard."

And it is.
I agree with you, but I didn't write it.

I've spent so much time
waiting for this lie to come true

that I finally paid someone
to tell the truth for me.

I'm not okay.

Not at all.

The truth is,

I'm missing something,

the thing I loved the most,

the face I wish
were in the front row right now.

The brother I'll never get back.

So what do I do with that?

What do any of us do,

besides lie?

This is what I believe.

Right now, in this auditorium,
there is someone who is with you.

Someone who is willing to pick you up,
dust you off,

kiss you, forgive you,

put up with you, wait for you, carry you,

love you.

So, while everything
may not always be okay,

one thing I know is true.

You do not have to be alone.

I didn't think you'd come.

I didn't think I would, either.

I'm just glad you're still here.

Yeah, most of me, anyway.

Yeah.

You know, when I was a little kid,

man, all I ever wanted was to be like you.

Then I got older,

and I just wanted to be anybody else.

And now?

Dad.

This is a picture of Walter Black,

who had to become a beaver,

who had to become a father,

so that, one day, this might
just be a picture of Walter Black.