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Is it Boom?

Don't just say that.

This is your decision.

Thanks, pal.

You're a trooper.

Sorry for the curveball bone.

Teach me up.

That's fine.

Just cut back on the jumping jacks.

You know what I mean?

In the meantime, my man, this is your home.

I need to run to sweetie.

Ohh.

And I'm giving Jeeves his medicine,

so if you hear him screaming, he's just asleep.

Don't forget to hydrate.

Drink lots of water.

Back tomorrow.

Goodbye sweetie.

What?

But what does this mean?

Wait, what?

What does that mean?

You've reached the office of Harold Cohen.

Leave a detailed message.

I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

As if you're going to vote.

I'm on my way.

And cannot accept any messages.

Our senior Correspondent Brian Galloway joins us now.

Brian, what have we learned?

All we know at the moment

is that Mona Wasserman

was found dead in the living room of

her magnificent home with a chandelier where

ones head should be.

Due to extenuating circumstances she has not yet been buried,

but she must.

She was 70 years old.

Excuse me, Sir, you discovered the body?

I never would have gone inside

if if the dogs in the street

haven't gone nuts

and I hadn't

smelled that smell and the door had been half open,

that's the only reason I went inside.

Admired by her friends and feared by her competitors,

Mona Wasserman was a local industry

Titan and a force to be reckoned with.

I just can't believe it.

Mona Wasserman has been.

What the fuck?

Sorry.

Before.

We're leaving.

What?

Taking you home?

What about Roger taking me?

Who the fuck do you think told you to take you?

Be my new brother.

I'm just spacing, Rogers friend.

I

look at this.

I mean, carries through my fucking computer.

Thank you.

Thank you for taking me.

From where?

And you're a little old to be getting adopted.

Not a doctor.

Yeah.

To him.

Thank you.

Dad, will you need to smoke it?

What?

It's for your healing.

Says you need to relax.

That's OK.

Really.

Thank you.

I already took some pills.

Actually, it's not OK.

Really.

Thank you.

Your new dad says that your pills aren't enough

and then you need to smoke this with

your little sister.

Please I I really can't do this.

This is something very confusing and I just need to get home.

Look, you smoke it every take you home.

You don't and we don't.

That's it.

And I'll just wait for Roger to take.

Please open the door.

If you don't do it right now.

I'm going to make her pull my hair

so hard that it detaches my scalp

and she'll say that

you did it.

I will.

I remember that you did.

I saw it.

You're taking advantage of us.

It's three things.

OK.

Thank you.

Do it actually, please.

That was enough.

Yeah.

Harder.

Keep going.

Don't stop.

Don't call.

Don't.

Oh my God

ohh.

Say this.

What?

What is that?

Please

can you open window please?

Yeah, bitch hit that.

Ohh.

Oh my God wait what is in that?

Oh my God.

Each race.

Can you die from this?

I don't know where we ohh.

Pest.

Yeah.

This time

it's not.

It's like a second.

I don't care how you going to be a deep plus.

Yes.

Because he wants you should be fired for wanting me.

You would totally not survive it.

He's like 1000 years old.

I don't want to be killed.

Am I getting fired?

Wait, that's the house again.

Which is best, Your house?

Hey.

To miss Martha Bow.

Of course.

I love Martha.

You love Martha.

She's my friend.

I like her.

As people, you're not the only kid here.

You tell me what to do.

There's a dead man in the pool.

In the pool.

The pool you just here with.

Only sometimes.

Right now I'm by myself.

I'm Elaine.

I'm the I'm Elaine.

Are you here with your mother?

Yeah.

She got me and my dad got a rich whore neighbour

who's probably fucking right now.

However, slut money in Aruba.

Here.

Take a picture of me and Jean.

That type of girl you're attracted to?

No.

Because I've noticed you noticing certain types.

It's OK if you are.

You don't have to feel embarrassed.

I'm not.

She's very pretty.

Very natural.

You could ask my advice, you know.

Only women, no women.

That's the truth.

Men are blind.

That's not a criticism.

That's their charm.

Don't be defensive.

You're proud of the man you are.

Hey.

I'm proud of the man you are.

A girl like that?

Confident.

Self possessed.

A man would have to match her.

But you could.

She should be so lucky.

Any woman would be so lucky.

You just have to commit to completely.

Nothing in life is more.

And choosing the right companion.

Hey, my dude, long time no see.

How was your day?

How you feeling, sweetie?

How good you're already in your PJ?

Well, we're hot on your tail.

I think I might go to bed early.

OK.

I haven't decided yet.

Unless you'd rather I stay up.

We could.

Stroll around the deck.

Go star gazing.

I'll go to bed.

What about you, Claire's?

People have races in them.

What about rainbow cake?

The colours make cancer.

What about Liquid Shit?

Could you your mom's account?

What do you mean?

It's OK, I was complete cunt.

Are you virgin?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I am too.

Me.

Who gives a shit?

I have to.

It's very dangerous for me.

It's genetic.

My father died.

Here.

Suck this up.

1.

What?

We're allowed to kiss.

Who is but only for the next 10 seconds?

What do you mean 1098765463211

and a half?

One and 3/4?

I'm sorry.

Playing.

Fuck, I gotta go.

OK.

I'm sorry.

Tomorrow.

Be my back.

Are you writing your rules?

Well, both both are taking.

She's taking me away.

She's taking me off the show.

She's taking me away.

Will you wait for me?

What?

Will you wait for me?

What's happening?

Why are you doing this?

What is this?

Who?

You wait for me.

Promise.

You promise?

Promise me.

OK.

OK.

Sorry.

Ohh, I love you.

Wait for me, OK.

Oh my God.

You promise?

Where's he going?

Go where she got one.

He loved the cow.

OK, OK.

Don't worry about false alarm.

All under control.

Baby rescued him in the jungle.

They found him running around,

shooting at the bodies and not not the enemy.

His own squad too.

Squad.

He was defending himself.

He still is.

He's a hero.

And he came back to nothing.

We're the only ones who would take him in.

He's going to be so ashamed in the morning.

Well, mark my words, he loves.

Incoming.

Look alive, pal.

It's grill time.

I thought we'd have a little goodbye BBQ

before we hit the road.

You got the Tri tip?

Good morning, sweetheart.

How are you feeling?

You're coming, Gracie, right there.

Ohh.

OK.

Sees you and loves you.

Knows when you're coming through.

Even though I know I could never know when I have to.

Neighbours.

You might coming out here for a SEC.

I need a hand of course.

Why don't you find something to watch?

I'll be right back.

Channel 78.

Now.

What?

We're going to find those colour, all these wolves.

Here, take that one.

That will.

OK.

How about this?

What are you doing?

Why are you doing this?

Chris is so careful about this.

Why?

OK.

Yeah, yeah, you know what?

You'll just get fucked up with me.

I'm supposed to be leaving.

So you'll leave fucked up.

I'm really, really bad right now.

Please.

What you can.

You can.

You can come into my life and sleep in my bed

and steal my fucking parents.

But you can't.

You fucking fucked up.

Want to steal anything?

That's when

you feel this.

Never pretend you're so sad.

Working makes me cute.

Well, I'm sorry.

Please, I'll leave.

I'll do whatever you want.

But what does that mean?

What do you mean?

I was asking you to leave.

I asked you to fucking drink this fucking pain with me.

Please don't call me Tony.

My name is.

Wait, wait, wait.

What do you mean when you said that about the cats?

What does that mean?

All care.

You first.

He was me.

If it is for you.

I'll post them.

I'll say what you did.

What?

What did I do, What I do?

Fine.

Fucking pussy.

Faggot.

No, please don't.

No,

stop.

Please.

You're gonna be stepping.

Stop.

Stop.

Yeah.

Who

are you?

No, no, no.

Come on.

I do love you.

Yes.

What?

I see you now.

They're replacing my son.

With the demon.

Yeah.

OK.

Rap.

Hello.

I'm sorry, I'm.

I'm lost.

I was in an accident.

I don't know where I am.

Sorry, can you please help me?

Yeah.

It's a very big piece of glass.

Visitor.

Ohh.

I'm very shy.

Take out Can I take it out?

Ohh OK, OK.

On the head, one side, please.

Like crazy.

And then they just stop.

Uh-huh.

This song is.

Trust me, my father bled to death.

You should clean that up.

You could still get infected.

Wanna come with me?

Thank you.

Nearly there.

Hi, Lloyd.

This is both.

He was in an accident.

Mother just died and his father died before he was born.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,

but in battalions.

Thank you.

This is me.

Just a SEC.

I have an extra sleeping bag if you need one.

This way.

Some Cupid kills with Adams,

some with traps.

Why?

These crossroads.

How can one stake one's life on a choice between 21 March past?

If one leads forward, must the other go backwards?

Ohh, this an opportunity.

They both lead home.

Where I can take my rightful seat.

Of my own possessions.

They were asking for the preview.

And let's not spoil it.

There's great trumpet speak I,

poor hero realises too late.

But these are funeral horns everyone.

This is Bo.

Michael.

It is in an accident and broke.

His parents are dead.

Ohh, are you OK?

That's terrible.

This place we call ourselves, the orphans of the forest.

That's right,

although many of our parents simply abandoned us

without even bothering to die.

We go from forest to forest,

off the grid,

making up homes from whatever we find,

and

then at the end we put on a big show.

I'm so sorry.

See him?

Yes, yes, the cough.

This is the man who started all of this.

It's time for the show.

Are you joining us?

What do you mean?

Do you want a costume?

We like to follow the line between the audience and the players.

Either of these claims calling with your eyes,

but this one's fun.

That one, that's my favourite too, to get changed.

I'm happy you're joining me.

Hey there, brother.

I'm Duncan.

What brought you here?

Yeah.

What am I doing here?

Please tell me what am I doing here?

Ohh God.

Page has burned my house to cinders

and launched 3 into exile.

I once thought I knew despair.

And then I could master it.

You know that I know this thing.

I can't fathom relief.

We're not even reach out for answers like grass cold air.

Ohh.

My mother and Father God.

I have lost my old self.

You agree well.

Your parents are honoured.

And now may rest forever in peace.

Run.

Now.

Go forward.

Erect your own glittering home.

And make it permanent.

Do I venture forth?

Stay here.

What I know.

So I stay.

I die.

No.

On the scuffle.

What changes?

So you see.

They have always been there.

Yes.

Push forward.

Pray that you learn valour.

And be given luck.

You will walk many miles.

Dozens will become hundreds.

Hundreds will become thousands.

You will pass through countless villages.

But finally, 1 Village will speak to you.

Some deep, essential part of you will recognise it

and you will say this village is mine.

You will learn a trade.

And eventually earn a living.

You will know the pleasure of tasting fruit and bread and wine

that is yours because

you have earned it.

You will find the plot of land and build a house with your own hands.

You will cultivate the land.

You will live off it.

You will come to make new friends.

One day you will meet a woman.

The story of your meeting will change according to who tells it.

That you were lost

and she helped you find your way.

Or that she was off course and you guided her home.

She will see your fears and your pain.

And your dreams and your potential.

And you will see hers.

In finding your other half.

The gifts of your life will multiply.

Sometimes she will look like a man to you.

She will become pregnant because you have sex with her.

You will have children, three sons.

You will teach them what you know,

and you will tell them you love them every day.

They will grow into handsome boys,

blessed with courage and kindness and ambition.

You will share your feelings of pride with your therapist.

He will archive them.

One day, an historic storm will sweep through your village

and destroy your.

You will be carried away by a great flood.

You and your family will be separated.

And you will be deposited in a strange country.

You will look for your family for days.

Then weeks.

Than men.

So many months that you will come to lose count,

but you will not find them.

You will try to find work to support your continuing search,

but no one will speak your

language.

You will be treated like a criminal.

Eventually, you will come upon a village rocked by an inexplicable plague.

As you pass through,

a man deranged by tragedy

will identify you as the beast who burned

down his home and replaced his children's feet with their hands.

You will try to argue your innocence.

But this will only make you sound more guilty.

You will wonder yourself whether you are guilty.

You will flee.

Mad with vengeance,

they will send an attack dog to pursue you.

It will tear through the world to find you.

You won't know this.

But you will sense it.

And you will keep a detailed record of these impressions in a log.

And over time this log will become many logs.

Your adventures will continue for years and years.

You will learn to distinguish birds by their call,

and you will know every tree and plant

by its name.

Abandoning all comforts,

you will condition your mind

to new ways of seeing.

You will experience great highs and profound lows,

and you will look for your family

until your life shrinks and fades into the dream of a ghost.

You will come to wonder if they ever existed.

Finally, when you are old and frail,

you will collapse and exhaust you.

Ohh sweetheart.

Why are you crying?

Speak.

Search my family.

Life.

Still alone?

You should not be crying for your misfortunes,

for your own sins.

You also have been searched for.

But you're so lost in your own selfishness

that no one could ever find you.

Confess.

Before your peers.

What did I do?

You know.

Confess.

You will confess everything.

After which you will find the earth replaced by good water.

Sleep will come untroubled.

To the sound of distant trumpets,

you will awake as if by a miracle.

At the foot of your glittering village.

No one will recognise you,

but the smell of the air

and the sounds of the insects,

and

the way the evening light slashes itself

across the chimney of a neighbor's old house

will unloosened you a torrent of vivid memories.

You will be invited to a special play

being put on in an outdoor theatre

just for that

night.

Despite your hunger,

you will decide to spend your last dollar on this.

Over the last 40 years,

his memory had faltered to the extent

that he couldn't remember

his own mother's face.

But just by breathing in the air,

he was seized by the absolute certainty

that this was

his village.

Nobody remembered him and even though all of his neighbours

had been replaced by younger

generations, he recognised everything and somehow he too felt recognised.

His home had waited for him just as loyally

as he had searched for it.

Even the sight of the evening sun

casting slashes of amber light across the familiar

chimney sent him reeling into a flood of memories.

What did our father do next?

Where was the village?

We only saw it as boys and have no memories.

Please tell us where to find it.

No, wait.

What did he do next?

Was delirious with hunger

and only had enough money for one bowl of soup.

But before he could spend it,

he was invited to a special play.

It was already in progress,

but he felt compelled to go in,

so he spent his last dollar.

Not long after sitting in,

he saw that the details of the plot were impossibly similar

to those of his own life,

and there were three young men on the stage

who looked remarkably

like himself.

That he rose up at once, exhilarated and terrified

that it might not be true.

And he announced This is my story.

And the three young men immediately recognised

the man as their father's dad.

And meetings.

Yeah.

OK.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Ohh my beautiful sweet boy.

Gonna be afraid.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Where have you been?

You were right for me.

I've never looked for you for so long, so long ago.

Ohh.

Where did you go?

You Ohh my love, my love Ohh my darling.

Through.

Ohh.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Ohh my love.

What about her mother?

Is she?

She's not with you.

How was it?

We were racist orphans.

Ohh.

That's OK.

See.

Is there

any other family?

Besides us.

Your grandmother.

What is she?

My father.

But he died.

He died.

On our way.

The same night you were conceived.

He died very instant.

You were conceived.

No.

By finishing.

Into me.

He had a heart murmur.

Just like you.

Date her.

I'm sure it was.

Excruciating.

It was the first time we made love.

The first time either of us made love.

With anyone?

Your grandpa and your great grandpa.

Died the same way.

But he thought he might be different.

I'm just as guilty.

I urged him all.

I wanted a normal life.

I wanted a child.

He died.

It's.

I think about it.

RIP.

Your song.

Trauma.

Which changed me so utterly.

Also resulted in the greatest gift of my life.

I am so sorry.

For what your daddy passed out to you?

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Is that a lie?

You're not really happen.

It's fine.

I never.

10.

You've never been with anyone.

How did you have us?

What should I do?

Which leaves should I strike off?

You're my doctor yesterday and this would be decades party.

By not giving all I have, all you have, you have given trifles.

You have sacrificed nothing.

Are you OK?

I feel sick.

I know.

Try this.

Helps me.

Hmm.

Do you recognise me?

I don't know.

When you were little.

How did you come here?

Chase.

Your father is alive.

I knew him after you were born.

I worked for your mom, not for was born.

He thought of serving your dad's food.

Cleaning up after.

My parents were dead.

To your mouth.

What's that?

Who are you?

It doesn't matter.

I

know it's just kidding.

Hello.

Why?

So why is this?

What is this phantom is?

Hello fair stranger.

Ah, now you see.

I'll.

Ohh.

Run.

Am I hurting you?