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Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Boyd Grayson.

Well, come on, I won't bite.

This is your place?

My mother's.

You live with your mother?

She's dead.

Oh.

Sorry.

OK, I'm gonna--

I'm gonna get the fuck out of here.

What the fuck?

Shh.

She's still here, you know, haunting these very halls.

Who?

My mother.

You'll wake her slumbering spirit if you're not careful.

We don't want that.

Believe me, we don't want that.

Do you want to play dress-up?

Get up.

Oh!

Hello, Mother, Grandfather.

It's a shame you both have to witness this.

I'm afraid we may have sullied the bridal trousseau.

I said, get up.

Wasn't it Great-Gramgrams?

I can't remember which side of the family--

Take it off this instant.

Well, that's the thing, Mother.

I may have to be cut out of it.

You told me your mother was dead.

Do I look dead?

Don't answer that.

What's happening?

You're leaving is what's happening.

You wanted this up here?

Don't be stupid.

It belongs downstairs.

Join us, gents.

Come take a load off.

Can you call me a taxi?

My phone's dead, man.

I don't know where I am.

Cover yourself.

That's my mother you're talking to.

Mother, this is-- what's your name again?

John.

This is John.

We're in love.

I should go.

No, stay.

You can help me pack.

Oh, that's right.

You're leaving again.

Where to this time?

Mother hates the idea of me leaving.

Don't you, Mother?

You think I'd miss this?

Besides the gorgon here, the only company

I have is the trade over yonder.

Downstairs, then?

Yes!

For the love of God, go.

Did I give you my number?

Oh, nice and easy.

Nice and easy.

You'll be very careful with that.

Sorry, if we woke you last night,

completely lost track of time.

Things got a little unruly.

Don't forget to pack your friend up

with the rest of your toys.

Hi.

Oh, will you be my friend?

Mother always made it difficult for me to make friends.

She was always very--

how do I say this politely?--

a homophobic cunt.

How do I get out of here?

What was it that you always said about my friends?

You never had any friends.

"Look at what the faggot's dragged in."

Like I was a cat presenting her with a mangled rodent.

What you choose to do with your body

is none of my business.

But it is the family business, isn't it, Mother?

I've changed my mind.

Belongs upstairs.

Oh, God.

When I was young, I told Mother I wanted to be

the tooth fairy when I grew up.

Whereupon she replied, any fairies in this family

will be consigned to the closet.

Cue the symphony.

Little Boyd's playing his violin again.

Stay for the weekend, Jimmy.

I've decided to throw myself a bon voyage party!

I give you one week before you

come crawling back, begging for pocket money

because no one will give two shits

about your ridiculous tinkerings.

My music has always troubled Mother.

What are you going to do?

How are you going to pay for it when no one remembers

your latest foolishness?

A year from now, no one will remember you.

Oh, that's just it, isn't it, Mother?

No one will remember me, or you, or any of the Graysons,

for that matter.

Get out!

Is there a bus stop nearby?

This is how the family name dies, with you,

all alone in your crumbling mansion with no one, absolutely

no one to suffer you.

I said, get out of my house.

Mother!

Oh!

Quick.

Boyd!

Somebody save my boy!

There he is, my knight in shining armor.

That trick you brought home to work out your daddy issues,

did you know him well?

Who?

Good.

What are you up to?

I'm looking after my family.

You're quite the hero.

If it wasn't for you, your mother wouldn't be alive.

Lucky, lucky me.

Jeffrey Tannock.

I'll be overseeing your recovery.

Why am I not in hospital yet?

Your mother thought it would be best if we kept you at home.

No.

Yes.

I wouldn't trust these hospitals with my baby boy.

Do you remember Calliope Guinness, her son Bertie?

Bertie Guinness.

He went in for a routine operation and left

with flesh-eating bacteria.

Didn't Daddy die in a hospital?

Well, I'll be damned if I let the same thing

happen to you, darling.

Your mother's right, Boyd.

A hospital can't offer you the kind

of care we're capable of providing you right here.

Your mother has seen to it that you have

your very own medical staff.

Costing me a fortune.

This is Lee, my assistant.

This is Claudia, your nurse and therapist,

both handpicked to ensure that you

receive the best possible care.

The restoration on the house

can wait until you heal.

24-hour care, an entire hospital with a patient of one.

You, darling.

And it's right under your own roof.

This isn't my roof.

Can be.

You disinherited me.

A mother can have a change of heart, can't she,

especially when her son acts as valiantly as mine?

I should have let that mirror decapitate you.

But you didn't, did you?

You saved me.

Now I'm going to save you.

We can make this as comfortable as possible.

You want to fuck him, don't you, Mother?

Oh, you do, don't you?

Forgive him, Doctor, it must be the drugs talking.

We can expect a certain level of umbrage,

but once we begin to integrate my neuroprosthetics,

I believe that-- - Jesus fucking Christ!

Neuroprosthetics?

What's he talking about?

Haven't you told him?

Told me what?

Hands, dear.

I'm gifting you a new set of hands.

Time for your meal.

What's on the menu tonight?

Applesauce.

You shouldn't have.

I wanted to come say hello.

Hello.

Open wide.

Play nice, you two.

What did you put in it?

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

What's your name?

Claudia.

Claudia, where are you from?

Cuba.

Well, Claudia from Cuba, a few years ago,

I told that bag of bile over there that I was bisexual.

She had me locked away in one of those places,

and I wasn't getting out until she cured me of my faggotry.

So I lied.

And now she believes if she drugs me up with enough Viagra,

she might finally gain herself a grandson.

Well, you have to eat something.

Did she promise to grease the wheels of your naturalization?

Your mother hired me because I'm the best in my field.

And what field is that?

Of all the candidates,

no one came even close to Claudia's caliber.

Don't you mean pedigree?

I was in an accident, a car crash.

I couldn't walk for years.

And now-- now my work speaks for itself.

What I learned I can teach you.

I'll handle this.

You need years of practice for this.

She never fed me a day in her life.

Well, we remember things differently now, don't we?

Would you prefer if I made choo-choo noises?

Now swallow.

See, he's a good boy when he wants to be.

How heartbreaking all this must be for you,

after years of aversion therapy, shock therapy,

reparative therapy, all your dainty little therapies,

and still mummy can't fix her poor broken little Boyd?

It's a good thing that mirror didn't cut off my manhood.

Where would our precious bloodline be, then?

Right where we've been stranded all these years,

I'd say.

You can send Thumbelina here packing, Mother.

The family line ends with me.

After countless miscarriages, the myriad of procedures,

and that ogre you called a father spasming on top of me

like some kind of spastic--

Oh, you make it sound all so romantic!

And with the bloodline, you have

the honor of carrying the giants among men that led to you, you.

You owe them.

You owe me.

It is through us that they survive.

It is through your heir that they will continue to survive,

that you and I will survive.

This is the only truth that matters.

You're insane.

You do know that, don't you, Mother?

After all I have gone through,

after all I have endured, you will

most certainly give me an heir if it is the last thing you do.

Not if my cock has anything to do with it.

You can go now.

Please, don't.

You can go, too.

He needs to rest.

Bossy little thing, isn't she?

And on this episode,

we're taking a deep dive into Boyd Grayson's new record,

Time Dilation in C Sharp Minor.

Then Philip Glass and maybe some old-school warp.

And now here are those references--

Is this really necessary?

If you want to play the piano again

with something other than your nose, then yes,

apparently, it is.

It is necessary, Boyd.

It'll be over before you know it.

Huh, just like last night, hey, Doctor?

Sweet dreams.

Thank you, Nurse Ratched.

Beer kegs.

And he's out.

Quick.

Pull the plug.

What's in that exactly?

Injectable nanotech, a form of synthetic nervous system

from the accident site right to his brain,

right to his subconscious.

My goal has always been subconscious

mind prosthetic connectivity.

I'm sure his subconscious is as filthy as a pig

wallowing in its own shit.

Regardless, my work in neuroprosthetics will

completely revolutionize how humans meld with machines,

how humans transcend.

Fascinating, Doctor, truly.

But tell me now that he's out, have

you ever performed a lobotomy?

How much extra for lobotomy?

There you are, sleepyhead.

I hate seeing you like this.

No, you don't.

Things weren't always like this between us, all

this discord.

We used to have fun, didn't we?

Dressing up, remember?

Well, we still like dressing up, don't we?

When did all this vitriol start?

When you realized I like dick.

It was never really about that.

What's the matter?

Thirsty.

Yes, you must be parched.

Here, mother's milk!

This'll get your strength up.

Take as much as you need.

That's a good boy!

Bad dream.

Thirsty?

No!

What do you want?

Just checking in.

Why?

I don't know.

Just-- sorry.

You play the piano?

"Played" the piano.

Sorry.

That's twice.

Twice what?

You've apologized to me twice.

I did.

So--

How long have you worked for Tannock?

Just since I got here.

Mm.

And Claudia?

Same.

She's a superstar in her field, I guess.

She survived that car accident that took out her fiancé.

Are you sure she survived?

Tell me more about my doctor.

He's a genius.

His ideas on the subconscious in most circles

would be considered--

Mad.

In a mad genius sort of way.

And I'm his guinea pig?

Not for long.

Hmm.

Do you miss it?

Having hands?

I mean, music.

Music was my only means of escape.

Escape?

From here?

From her?

Well, she has put up one hell of a pop-up hospital

for you.

And you'll see what Tannock's been up to tomorrow.

You've got to be at least a little bit excited about that.

What's your name again?

Lee.

Lee.

Lee.

Leave me the fuck alone.

I'll look like a fucking horror show wearing that.

He has a point.

I won't be seen with him wearing that.

I haven't begun work on your actual hands yet.

Well, you can see for yourself.

This guy is a necessary step in your connection evolution.

What's with all the acupuncture?

For stimulating nerve endings,

synthetic nerves entangled with the ones you've

already been injected with.

We're all set now, Dr. Tannock.

Are you ready, Boyd?

These next steps depend solely on you.

Now we're in trouble.

Close your eyes, Boyd.

With her standing there?

Close them.

Picture yourself sitting by a piano.

Now simply tap a key.

Remember what it feels like to play.

He can't play.

He could never play.

He could play "Chopsticks."

OK.

Let's reset.

What else would you want to do with your hands?

Besides matricide.

Peeling a nice piece of fruit, perhaps,

or solving a Rubik's cube, or a relaxing game of chess.

Fuck off.

You will be the first amputee

in history to control bionics without conscious effort.

The subconscious is responsible for 78% of all body movement.

Tap the key, Boyd.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Boyd, at least

put some effort into it.

I can't concentrate with her here.

Don't forget who's writing the checks around here.

I'm not going anywhere.

How the hell am I supposed to move those things?

Maybe if you concentrate on slapping your mother with them.

What's with you two, anyway?

It's not me.

It's her.

The whole family's a mess.

It was a mess, going all the way back

to some great-great-grandasshole who got it into his head

that he could achieve immortality through heirs.

That's pretty fucking wild.

I just want to be free of them all.

Them?

The countless giants among men who led to me.

And now this.

I can't fucking do this!

Hey, hey.

Don't sell yourself short.

You heard the doc.

You're going to be the first person in the world

to control prosthetics with nothing more

than your subconscious mind.

And what if I have a dirty mind?

Then I'll guess you'll do dirty things.

How are you feeling about things?

Hmm.

"Hmm"?

That's your prognosis?

We need to tread carefully.

This is a potentially volatile situation.

We all need to exercise some restraint.

Was I too much today?

You said to goad him.

I got what I needed.

Nothing happened.

Oh, he-- he connected.

I can move on to the next stage immediately.

Good.

Have you come to read me a bedtime story?

If that's what you want.

What kind of story would you like to hear?

One with princesses and fairies.

Mm.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy

who had lost his hands.

For the longest time, this boy believed

that he would never touch another person's face again.

He would never hold another person's hand ever again.

The boy wished and wished that one day

he could have his hands back.

Still waiting for the fairy.

And then one day, the boy's fairy godmother

granted his wish.

And just like that, he noticed a tiniest sprout--

Tiny?

budding up from each stump.

Something was growing.

A pair of new hands blossomed up from his wrists

where his old hands had been.

These were better than the old ones, more powerful.

How does it feel?

Oh, I have no hands.

You could be rubbing me up and down with sandpaper,

and I'd enjoy it.

It feels good.

Oh wait.

Stop, stop, stop!

What's wrong?

Did I do something wrong?

No.

I don't know.

I don't mean to be rude, but--

good night.

Daddy?

Boyd.

You little fuck!

What?

Did you pay some cheap piece of trade

to break in here and do this?

Get the hell out of here!

I know you're behind this.

What the fuck?

Put them somewhere special.

And clean this place up!

I need you to remember how your hands, your old hands,

felt.

Felt?

I dare say my little sociopath here

hasn't been capable of feeling much of anything for years.

A little early to be indulging,

wouldn't you say, Mother?

Oh, is that a hint of concern in your voice, dear?

Maybe after I'm all done, the good doctor

here can build you a new liver.

Don't think I won't bend you over my knee

and give you a good spanking in front of everyone,

you sick little--

You dried-up, ashen-- ah, ashen!

Forgive me, Mother.

How insensitive.

You sick little boy.

You deserve to be punished like a 10-year-old.

Guys.

I should use your brand new hands,

give you a good hiding with them.

Then I'll get my money's worth.

I'll ask the doctor for my own remote control.

At the push of a button, I can have you smack yourself, silly.

Stay away from my hands!

Did I do that?

That's enough work for today.

Lee, disconnect, please.

But we're just getting started.

When can I put them on?

No one's putting these on.

We need you to re-engage spatial awareness

associated with having hands.

Your mother suggested--

I'm only trying to be helpful.

Oh, dear sweetheart, are you feeling OK?

Look.

He shouldn't be allowed outside.

You're right.

That was wild, huh?

I mean, they actually moved.

They moved.

The hands moved.

Whoopty fucking do.

Sorry.

I thought you'd be excited.

I have devoted my entire life to conducting

groundbreaking research.

I have been at the forefront of projects

that are destined for greatness, projects that will,

in fact, change the world.

So no, I'm not the least bit excited

that my expertise has been reduced

to being a pawn in a game of chess between these two--

these two paranoiacs.

I looked you up.

I saw what happened.

I'm just saying here, this--

this could still be an opportunity for greatness.

An opportunity for greatness?

Well, I look forward to that.

In the meantime, you'll excuse me

if I need to drown my disappointment

with a stiff drink.

Now, why don't you make yourself useful and go and fetch me one?

What is that?

Are they online?

No.

It's nothing.

It's just an hallucination.

Would you look at that?

He's still connected.

Let me explain.

You did this.

No, it was those idiot workers.

Don't you remember?

Why didn't you go for help?

It likes you.

There were drugs everywhere.

If the police had been called for, they'd have taken you away.

As for him, he was already, almost entirely, all of the way,

dead.

Always thinking of me, aren't you?

No, not always.

Well, I was when I did this.

Whoa, no!

Maybe you were right about that opportunity for greatness.

What the actual fuck?

What the fuck is that?

What do you think it is?

Soup.

An old family recipe.

For what, murder?

Relax.

Easy for you to say.

You don't have a metal blade against your throat.

Jesus, who's been doing this?

Who do you think?

Boyd, you can trust me.

What's the deal with those?

They were Grandfather's.

Oh, he was a boxer.

Among other things.

He took the whole knock 'em dead thing a little bit

too literally.

He killed a few opponents.

Mother was very proud of his accomplishments.

Still waiting on the joke part.

I didn't say it was funny.

Will you love me?

Will you love me?

Why won't you love me?

That was me at my best.

Your best is yet to come.

Yet to what?

Can we try again?

Feels good.

What's her problem?

I have no idea.

Well, you go check it out.

We heard screaming.

I was just making myself a cup of tea.

Would you like one?

Well, you know if you need anything at all, you--

What?

What?

I didn't plan this out very well, did I?

Yes.

Do you have a towel?

Your T-shirt.

All right.

Was that OK?

I should--

Oh.

Whoa.

Just saw a fucking ghost.

I'm telling you, there's a fucking

medieval child out there.

What?

I have never seen her like that before.

God, she was insane.

This is nice.

Mm.

Come on.

What?

Come on.

Dance with me.

No.

Dance with me.

Relax, relax, relax.

Isn't this fun?

No.

Sorry.

♪ Look from underneath the bullshit please ♪

♪ Throw me down some shame so I can heal ♪

♪ 'Cause our need follows debauchery ♪

♪ Like a monkey wearing lipstick on a leash ♪

♪ And a certain amount of inactivity ♪

♪ Always follows my unease ♪

Let's get out of here.

Where do you wanna go?

Sitges, Fire Island, maybe P-Town.

Those are real places.

OK, gay card revoked.

Wait, you are out, aren't you?

It's complicated.

OK.

My family are a bunch of bigots.

And so no, I'm not exactly out out, but some people know.

There are guys I--

Fuck?

Right.

Yeah.

On the down low.

♪ It ain't easy ♪

♪ Being that cute ♪

I have something for you.

Oh, fucking hell.

Now what?

"Don't Ignore Me.

A play by Boyd."

I thought you ripped them all up.

I should have.

I mean, really.

How are you feeling?

I'm OK.

Good.

Can I see?

No.

Why not?

He'll feel that, like real skin?

Give me your hand.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Did you feel that?

What do you think I'm doing here?

Of course, he'll feel it.

I'm only asking.

He'll feel it all, pleasure, pain--

and everything in between.

Who bandaged these?

A friend.

You really think you have a friend here?

How long has it been since you raided the medicine cabinet?

You look like you could use a top-up.

No, I'm good now.

Thank you.

And if I were you, I'd be much nicer to me.

Now, where's the fun in that?

Your mother has a nice little surprise for you.

I'll take over.

Fuck you.

Just go.

You're right.

I need my rest.

It worked.

What did the bruja say?

Would it hurt you to be--

What?

just a little nicer?

For you, anything.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I-- I'm in over my head.

What?

I've been lying to you.

About?

It's-- it's not good, Boyd.

What are you talking about?

I-- I--

I have never been with a man before.

You said you fucked guys.

I can't do this anymore.

You're dumping me?

It's not you.

It's--

It's-- it's what?

It's this place.

It's your mother.

What the fuck has she done now?

Shh.

She hasn't done anything.

It's just-- it's--

I don't think that she would approve of us.

Who gives a shit?

How long before our little soldier is finished?

I can connect his hands quite soon.

And after that?

Let's take this one step at a time.

That doesn't sound like much of a commitment, Doctor.

What do you want, things to go on like this forever?

We've all managed to get along.

And how long do you think that will last?

Every family has its ups and downs.

You are some piece of work.

I beg your pardon?

You can leave now.

I should go.

Yeah, go.

Go back to your laboratory.

You're not making any sense.

I mean, pack my things and go.

I'll be glad to leave this toxic--

How did you get in here?

What is that?

They won't let--

Go?

If I stay, I'll end up hurting you.

Look, if you want whatever this is to end,

I'll deal with it, but you don't have to go.

That's just it?

Maybe I don't want whatever this is to end.

Boyd!

Look at what you've done to me.

I did that?

Wasn't the fucking postman.

Your subconscious is lashing out, it seems.

- At me. - And him?

For fuck's sake.

It's remarkable.

Telepathic, even.

Don't you encourage him.

I want them destroyed now!

- Absolutely not. - No.

I will not have them in this house.

You do not get to destroy my work.

I want them gone!

As for you, you need to get that seen to.

It's just a scratch, isn't it?

Doctor, your face is hanging off.

You little shit!

As for you, go shit on your mother.

He really did this to you?

Give me that thing.

It was an accident.

It wasn't an accident.

I-- I saw something.

There's a fucking dead body in the garden.

What was it last week, a dead child?

Ghost.

You really need to lay off those dolls.

I'm telling you I saw a fucking corpse in the garden.

Go lay down.

I bet there's a cemetery of them out there.

And it's only going to get worse when he--

It won't happen again.

How do you know?

Yes, Doctor, how do you know?

It's not the first time it's happened.

What?

It's all going according to plan.

According to plan?

Look at your fucking face!

You need to calm yourself, Claudia.

I'm getting out of here.

You can't leave.

She won't let you.

You can't stop me.

You're under contract.

Fuck your contract!

Don't get in my way, either of you.

Well, go after her.

How could you, Boyd?

You can't possibly think that I meant to--

Don't play the innocent with me.

Even if I did do it, what

are you going to do, ground me?

Oh, I can think of so much worse.

Oh, good.

Family meeting.

Is there something on your mind, Claudia?

She's just a little upset.

You can't make me stay here another night with this beast.

Beast?

How dare you?

Did you see what he did?

Yes, I was there.

Look.

I was nowhere near them.

You don't have to be.

That's the fucking problem.

I'm leaving.

None of you can stop me.

Now, Claudia, we've all invested a great deal

in Boyd's convalescence.

To throw it all away now just because--

I'm getting out of here.

Claudia, may I remind you--

You can't make me do it.

No one's making you do anything.

I'm not having this monster's child!

What?

I want it out of me.

I want it out of me now!

Congratulations, Boyd.

You're finally going to be a father.

What?

You thought he was your boyfriend?

He's a fucking cum mule.

Your mother paid him to jerk you off.

And then when he finished, we took your semen, and--

You can't make me have it.

Of course, I fucking can.

I'll cut it out of me.

There's an idea.

Doc, your face.

We need to find those hands.

The hands?

What about Claudia?

Obviously, that too!

OK, I'll go this way.

You sure know how to pick 'em, Mother.

She'll make an excellent surrogate.

Are you sure you want her bloodstream in our bloodline?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means she's been off her tits on one thing or another

since the moment she got here.

You're lying through your teeth.

Aren't you?

Don't worry.

I'll handle it.

Don't you dare hurt my baby.

Your baby?

Do you want me to apologize?

On your knees.

Like this?

Is this what you want?

Claudia.

You're a terrible woman, Mother.

I've had so many reasons.

I'm waiting for my apology.

Can't you do this for me, give me this one little thing?

And if I did--

Yeah?

you'd finally be rid of me.

Well, yes.

Of course, we'd be rid of each other.

I'm waiting.

I'm--

sorry.

Mm.

There's a pet.

You must be so tired.

Mother will make everything better.

Help me.

You're gonna--

Shh.

I want those things destroyed.

Once he's connected to him, everything will be fine.

I said I want them gone.

Let's sleep on it.

There'll be no sleep until you find my baby.

It takes nine months to make a baby.

That's a long time to be cooped up in here like this.

We'll find ways to pass the time.

She wants it out of her, bad.

Tie her up in the wine cellar if you have to.

She's delivering that baby.

There.

All better.

Claudia.

I'm handing in my notice, Claudia.

I'm getting the fuck out of here.

We fucked up coming here.

We all did.

Come with me, Claudia.

Please.

Fuck this.

Take it easy.

Fuck you.

Hello, Claudia.

It's too much, isn't it, all those emotions

swirling in your head?

It's hard to think straight.

Believe me, I know.

You're in the midst of a hormonal storm.

But I have something that could help you feel much better.

All you have to do is come and get it.

You've been through so much, darling.

We all have.

But all this will feel so much better

after a good night's rest.

Where do you want her?

Leave her here.

I'll bury her in the fucking flowerbeds if you want.

Hey, that's my grandson you're talking about.

It's time for you to reconnect, Boyd.

Time for you to be whole again.

And you don't mind that I've slightly run amok this far?

I connect them to you physically,

your conscious mind will take the driver's seat,

save us from any more unfortunate episodes.

Does Mother know?

I will deal with your mother.

Let me give you some advice.

You think you're the first woman to want out of a pregnancy.

You think I wanted to give birth to that shit downstairs?

You had a fucking choice!

Not really.

We are the cradle of humanity, the architects of legacy,

you and I. Without us, it all goes away.

So there's never really a choice, is there?

There's a duty.

You're a fucking lunatic.

You fulfill your fucking duty.

You can make this as difficult as you like,

but all this anger is going to affect the baby.

Believe me, I know.

This is not my first pregnancy.

Nor is it mine.

You never mentioned.

I lost a first in the accident.

You know what the best part is?

They told me I'd never get pregnant again.

Yet here we are.

I will not carry to term!

Oh, you will.

After all, I'm planning one hell of a baby shower.

Congratulations.

What did you just say?

I mean, your hands, you're connected.

How does it feel?

Who the fuck even are you?

Boyd.

Why?

She made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

And she made it seem so fucking easy.

Wasn't it easy?

Yeah.

You'll probably not even remotely gay.

Are you even bi?

Of course, you aren't.

For what it's worth, I enjoyed our time together.

Was that before or after you stole my cum?

You're upset.

And you've every reason to be, but I'm not the problem.

To touch your skin, to touch your face,

it's all I've wanted this whole time.

And over here.

Oh, I can feel that.

I am sorry.

Say it again.

I am sorry.

Boyd, please.

It's not as easy when I can feel it!

You-- you're not a killer, kid.

What do you think?

I think it's revolting.

You got rid of those god-awful things?

You asked me to, didn't you?

Good.

Perhaps, I'll knit him some nice mittens instead.

You two deserve each other.

Three.

It's three now.

And if you don't have anything to add to the conversation,

please go and check on Claudia.

She's full of beans, that one.

Oh, and don't come back.

It's not me.

It's you.

What are you talking about?

Ridiculous.

Come on, do your worst.

Fuck all of you!

Let me in!

Let me in!

Oh, my god.

Please.

Please.

No!

Please, stop!

Please, let me go.

Oh, my god.

Please.

Let me go.

Shh.

You'll wake up Mother.

And I don't want to spoil the surprise.

Surprise?

What surp-- Don't!

Let me go, please.

Please.

No!

No.

No.

Sleep it off, Doctor!

Come on.

We've got some work to do.

Good morning, Mother.

What have you done?

I've gathered a party to celebrate my recovery.

And it wouldn't be a party without our benefactress,

would it?

Oh.

What's a poor mother to do?

She's tried so hard to keep her family together.

And yet, time and time again, it all just keeps falling apart.

Don't you fucking dare touch your poor mother

with these things.

I'm finally leaving you, Mother.

Time to uproot the family tree.

Boyd, stop that now!

Great!

Just great!

Add yourself to this fucking mess, why don't you?

Well, now what?

Prison, most probably.

Hmm.

Or we can use your new toys to clean up this mess.

What's all this "we" business?

Well, look around.

Are we not accomplices?

Joined at the hip, it would seem.

Well, what's it going to be, prison?

Or prison.

Dealer's choice.