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- MR. GONE NARRATES: Most of us inhabit at least

two worlds...the real world, where we're at the mercy of

circumstance, and the world within, the unconscious,

a safe place where we can escape.

The Maxx shifts between these worlds...against his will.

Here, homeless, he lives in a box in an alley.

The only one who really cares for him is Julie Winters,

a freelance social worker.

But in Pangaea, the other world, he rules the Outback

and is the protector of Julie, his Jungle Queen.

- There, he cares for her.

But he always ends up back in the real world.

And me, old Mr. Gone...

Only I can see that the secret which unites them

could destroy them.

I could be helpful.

Ah, screw it!

I think I'll have some fun with them, first.

- SARA: I was sittin' under the Jones Street Underpass

yesterday.

That's 'cause I wanna be a writer and writers gotta

have experiences... like underpasses.

There was an old bum there, too.

"Hi," I said.

"My name's Sara."

At first, he didn't say anything.

Then he said his name was Maxx.

- Maxx.

- It turned out he was a superhero fighting this

villain called Mr. Gone.

But he was also this jungle guy fighting saber tooth tigers

and stuff in Australia.

I didn't have to make any of that stuff up...even though

I am gonna be a writer.

I especially like the part about Gone's little cow bathroom.

You say this guy was seriously nuts.

Well, duh.

And then, right out of the blue, he says he knew my father.

Dad.

I can almost see his barbershop quartet face in my mind.

He died when I was young... too young to remember.

Anyway, the important part is about three years ago,

he went to his office with a rifle and shot everybody

and then himself.

I don't see why he had to do that...erase himself, I mean.

God, did it hurt.

I don't see why he had to leave me...alone.

- Hey, Sunshine.

- I don't see why she has to be like this.

She wasn't like this before Dad went and offed himself.

- Did you catch any bad vibes today?

- I mean, like wasn't the '60s a long time ago?

- So, how's school...trippy?

- It's okay.

- It's not like you were a disappointment to us

or anything.

I hate it when you pull back... just like he used to.

I'll never forgive him for that.

You'd better share with me, Sara.

I won't have you ending up like your father.

Oh, god, I didn't mean that.

Why did I say that?

Tell me I'm not a bad mother.

Tell me I didn't ruin your life.

You didn't ruin my life, Mom.

- Groovy!

Now we can be like sisters.

- If Dad had to shoot somebody, why couldn't it have been her?

Did my saying that shock you?

Good.

Writers are supposed to shock people.

We say witty and uncontrolled things that rip the shroud off

a decaying society and expose it for what it is.

Well, that's the idea anyway.

- It was like a happening groove to have this chat with

you, Sweetie.

- Mom says she's not angry at me, not really.

Sometimes her screaming and crying fits can last all

night, so I share, and tell her it's okay.

Mother her.

It's weird.

Dad left her and, in a way, she left me.

About this time, I started carrying a gun.

That's what us writers call "foreshadowing."

But, first, I have to tell you about Jimmy.

Jimmy's cool.

Jimmy is like me...only shorter.

He doesn't have friends...just like me.

He beats up littler kids and takes their lunch money.

- JIMMY: Where's the money today?

- I think it's kinda cool.

No matter how low you are in the food chain, there's

always somebody lower.

I think we're all either one of us can get.

Besides, we hate everybody else.

They're all NecroNerds and San Freaks.

They think death is romantic, but Jimmy knows the truth...

like me.

Death is hard and cold and ugly, not some cute chick.

- This is a story Jimmy told me...

- Me 'n the Frame was scraggin' this car on the East.

We pulled out and these carjackers cut us off.

Guttard scuzzballs wanted to steal our stolen car.

We began to fight back.

Then Frame, that wussy, bailed on me.

It was clear I was gonna have to kick some ass all by myself.

I started to really right then.

I bit off one guy's thumb, cracked another guy's rib

like a pencil.

They were cryin', screamin' for mercy.

I only laughed.

They never had a chance.

- SARA: At least, that's what Jimmy said...although, it doesn't

sound like the Jimmy I know.

I don't know why my mom makes me come and talk to Julie...

like she's even a real social worker.

- I said I'd have the money, Mr. Bruno.

I just need a little more time.

You don't have to evict them today, do you?

- She does this social worker thing out of her apartment...

very weird.

- Oh, you do.

Oh, I'm sure that rat-infested hovel you run is being eagerly

solicited by other desperate single mothers.

Well, you think if I sweeten the rent with an extra fifty...

- Uh... - Come in.

...you could manage to beat the hordes for one day while I...

You will?

You're a prince, as always, Mr. Bruno.

Hi, Sara.

Your mom tells me you're still having trouble with your dad.

- No trouble.

I'm fine.

He's gone.

- She says you brood a lot, that you seem to live in

the past.

- This, from the living fossil?

Like she knows what's really going on.

- She knows she loves you, Sara.

- SARA NARRATES: I found one of my Dad's guns last week.

It made me feel good to touch it...like I was

near him.

- So, tell me how you're feeling.

- Why?

Feelings are stupid!

- Sounds like you have some good reasons to feel that way.

- Oh, you mean like 'cause I'm fat and ugly or maybe cause

I have zits and glasses and most kids my age think I'm a joke

and so I try to run away from myself by shutting every else

out...you mean like those kind of reasons.

- Sara, I know it feels that way now, but you won't feel

this way the rest of your life.

- You don't really believe that, do you?

- Yes, I do.

- And I thought my mom was naive.

- That sounds like something your father might have...

- Shut up!

Don't talk about him!

What do you get out of this anyway?

You spend your own money bailing out a bunch of nobodies out

of jail trying to buy them.

I think you can't handle relationships with anyone

you're not controlling.

- Hey, that's enough.

- I don't get you, Julie.

You're not a fat and ugly kid with zits and glasses.

But between the two of us, why do I get the feeling that

you're the one that's running from herself.

Finally, Mom showed up.

- You're just buying in to the very same macho

posturing that's been...

- SARA: They had the same old argument.

- JULIE: Well, you're buying into a crap...

- SARA: Steinem, Paglia.

- JULIE: ...professional helpless.

- SARA: If all they do is fight, then why are they still

friends and why do I still have to come here?

- JULIE: I've had a little more experience than you.

- SARA: Obviously, they're both nuts.

- All right, fine.

Well, I don't even wanna talk about it any more.

- Well, that figures.

You never wanna talk about it.

- No, I never do, okay, so, just...

Okay, see you next week.

- Yeah, okay.

You bring the chocolates this time.

- 'Night. Bye.

- MAXX: Poor kid.

She's got it kinda tough.

- She's a brat.

- Maybe she's just hit the nail a little too close to the head

kind of brat.

- Ouch!

- And get your friggin' feet off my coffee table.

- SARA NARRATES: Like I said, Jimmy and I are exactly alike.

We understood each other.

Or, at least, that's what I thought.

Like when we went to the stupid dance together.

I'm not a fool.

I know what we look like.

- After all, we just went for laughs.

Luckily, I don't feel hurt or surprised any more.

When someone turns on the lights it doesn't get to me.

It's just the kind of joke Jimmy and his pals play.

Just for laughs.

Like I was saying...luckily, I'm not stupid.

I don't get hurt any more.

Yeah, lucky me.

Don't worry, everybody's gone.

It's safe to be seen with me.

- Sorry, Sara, but I had to do it.

This is like my only chance to be like cool.

See, we're together 'cause nobody else liked us.

But now everybody will like me and I know it's stupid to give

you up for everybody else, but I just can't help it.

Besides, we were just havin' a laugh.

Right?

- I could feel the gun in my pocket.

- Nobody really got hurt, right?

- But even more, I could feel the sweet, hot, hatred my Dad

must have felt.

- You understand, don't you, Sara?

- I understand.

- You aren't mad, right?

'Cause we can still be friends and stuff...as long as nobody

sees us.

- I'm not mad, Jimmy.

SARA NARRATES: And the funny thing was I really wasn't mad,

because in that second, I realized that if they had

come to me, instead of him, I would have done the same

thing.

I think it's an important thing for a writer to know...that she

has the potential to be just as rotten as everybody else.

- MAN: Safe home, dear friends, and come again, to behold the

mysteries of MTV's "Oddities."