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[music playing]

We all seek a home in this world.

A place where we can feel secure.

The language we use is geographic.

But home is not, in fact, aphysical environment, so much

as it is an emotional one.

For most of us, this means homeis really the people that we

have surrounded ourselves with

We are, at heart, social creatures,

and our fulfillment comes notfrom within, but from without.

Precarious safety, indeed.

But if we make our home in the hearts of others,

then it's up to them howlong we're allowed to stay.

[laughter]

So there I am, 10 minutesbefore my best friend's

wedding, and I catch the bride with her arms

around another man.

My father.

[laughter]

And I have been feelingthe comparison ever since.

You should try this.

Margot isn't drinking.

Salud.

What are we toasting?

Margot and I are having a baby.

You're pregnant?

Six weeks.

And you didn't tell me?

Well, that's fantastic.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Well, you realize, of course, this

makes you the last holdouts.

I think it's about time youguys took the plunge, no?

What?

We can't have children.

Aw, shit.

Um-- I'm sorry.

No, it's OK.

It's all right.

We are celebrating.

To another generation of Spinellis.

Congratulations.

So, uh-- squash Tuesday after work?

If you don't mind the punishment.

That's what I love about you, Stuart.

You're so sensitive.

You know, few people understandthe pain of endless victory.

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

[sigh]

What's the matter?

What do you think?

I'm OK with it, you know?

You're enough for me.

And you're enough for me, too.

But you're not OK with it.

[warbling]

What the hell was that?

You didn't hear that?

All right.

Well, uh-- say hi to Harryfor me, Miss Feldman.

Margot.

Happy Monday.

Ditto.

Thanks again for dinner.

It was fun.

You still want me to take Mrs. Almeyer?

Please.

What's up with Catherine?

On Friday she couldn't stop crying.

I don't know.

She's been like that all morning.

Wonder what it is?

Maybe she got the insurance?

Ah.

Good morning, ladies. I'll go [inaudible].

[laughter]

[laughter]

Whoa!

What are you doing here, Joan?

What?

I have an appointment with Margot.

Uh-huh?

But not for half an hour.

Oh.

And, um-- you thought you'd kill some time

by giving me a coronary?

Just being dangerous, Stuart.

Uh-huh?

- Would you like it? - Oh!

I-- I'm up for it, but I--

Sorry!

I just--

I'm afraid you didn't pick the right closet.

Oh.

You know a better one?

Oh, yes.

Much.

What are you doing here?

This ward is closed.

I know that.

I asked what are you doing here.

There's a biohazard warning.

No one's allowed past this point.

I'm not aware of any biohazard.

I'm sorry, doctor.

Those are my instructions.

[laughter]

Uh-- I'm going to look into this.

This is better?

This has a lock.

[moaning]

[door rattling]

MAN: Hello?

[knocking] Is anyone in there?

Just--

MAN: Hello?

Herbie?

MAN: Dr. Lang?

Yes, Herbie?

MAN: Um-- I-- I need to get some drugs.

Just why don't you give me--give me 20 minutes, Herbie?

MAN: Yes, sir.

Thank you.

[moaning]

Herbie?

MAN: Yes, Dr. Lang?

Piss off.

[moaning]

You look like shit.

Margot kicked me out. Have a slug.

It'll warm ya up.

I don't get it, man.

You guys are having a baby.

She hemorrhaged.

Out of nowhere.

When she comes home-- bang.

Finito.

She owns the house, you know?I didn't pay for it.

I don't own shit.

She was so cold, Stu.

Like another woman.

It doesn't make any sense.

Fuck!

Damn!

Damn!

It makes sense.

She-- she just lost a baby, Mario.

So did I.

Right.

Um-- listen, why don't you just--

want to give it some time?

These things work out.

You need a place to stay?

No.

I don't want to be like this in front of Joan.

what am I going to do, Stu?

Fuck.

What the fuck am I going to do?

Joan?

Joan?

Have you talked to Margot?

What?

- Have you talked to Margot?- No.

Why?

They lost the baby.

She-- and Mario says she kicked him out.

Oh.

Good for her.

Joan, I'm serious.

Mario is a fucking wreck.

She didn't tell you about this?

Uh, I don't think so.

Can we talk about this later?

What's the matter with you?

These are our best friends.

Great.

Now you've upset her.

Upset who?

Joan-- hey, I'm talking to you!

Joan, would you please open the door?

Please?

Joan?

Would you please open the goddamn door?

JOAN: I can't hear you, Stuart.

I'm in the bath.

Joan!

Joan, I'm gonna-- I'mgonna kick this door down!

[knocking] I'm not joking!

[knocking] Open--

I think maybe you should leave.

This is ridiculous.

You can sleep on the couch or go to a hotel.

I don't care.

I don't want to see youagain until you calm down.

Do you understand? - No!

No, I don't understand!

Go sleep it off, Stuart.

You reek.

Sleep what off?

Joan?

Joan!

Open this fucking door!

JOAN: Don't you dare threaten me, Stuart!

You touch that door again,and this marriage is over!

We'll talk in the morning.

[knocking]

Joan, I'm sorry.

What the hell?

What happened to Phil?

What, Lotkin's not here, either?

No, doctor.

And Rogers missing?

Well, the fucking intern's not even here.

What's going on?

We on a walk out, or something?

You're here.

Yeah, well thank God somebody is.

I tell ya, Catherine, the situation is

getting absolutely ridiculous.

Don't you walk away from me!

You're my wife!

[screeching]

Oh, god!

You punks!

Get away from me!

Get off!

What are you-- what are you doing?

Get away!

Go!

God!

[shouting]

[screeching]

[screaming]

[whispering]

[gurgling]

Hi, darling.

Stuart?

Aw, look at you.

Proper little mother.

Isn't she darling?

She's beautiful.

Can I touch her?

[screeching]

[screaming]

[crunching]

Stuart?

Stuart?

Oh my god. What's happening?

Stuart, what's happening?

That's a good fucking questions.

[screaming]

Shit.

They heard it cry.

We gotta get out of here.

What the hell was that thing, Joan?

I don't know.

But once it gets you--

I'm calling the cops.

No, Stuart.

They're coming.

They're coming.

Stuart, we have to go!

Run!

Stop her!

Kill her!

You killed her!

What are you doing?

Where the hell are they coming from?

They're everywhere.

I don't know.

I got mine from Margot.

At the hospital.

[beep]

INTERCOM: Paging Dr. Bender.

Paging Dr. Bender, please.

You don't have to--

Shh.

Yes?

Margot's is sick.

How sick?

Very.

She wants to examine all the little ones.

I'll watch the desk.

[machinery beeping and whirring]

Are they going to start screaming?

I don't think they wakeup until they taste blood.

And then?

And then they fucking own you, Stuart.

All you care about is them.

I want them dead.

What's in these?

Bleach.

A little hydrochloric acid.

Good.

I hope it hurts.

Let's go.

[gutteral sounds]

Must be hundreds ofthese things, aren't there?

Hundreds, thousands-- millions.

I don't know.

So, we're really not doinganything at all, are we?

Just a gesture before dying?

Still-- every one counts.

Right, Joan?

[baby cooing]

Joan?

Baby killer.

[screeching]

Baby killer!

We'll find you, Stuart!

Wherever you go.

[screeching]

Stop him!

[gurgling]

[dogs barking]

None left.

And there's none coming, either.

How far to the next town?

Ha!

You don't want to go there, friend.

Same as where you came from.

You're welcome to stay with us, if you want.

We don't have much, but atleast we have each other.

Hi, buddy.

Hi.

Hey, how's it going?

Welcome.

We have no other place to go.

Don't bother telling us your story.

We already know it.

You think you're special.

You think you're somehow necessary.

But you're not.

You can be replaced.

The only person that you can really count on,

the only person who will stickby you no matter what happens,

is you.

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