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[theme music]

[indistinct chatter]

I'll be back. I'm free!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[Freddy laughing]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

What, are you nuts?

I'm leaving to go to your birthday party.

You're still here.

Fred, did you ever see a cake with 40 candles on it?

- Not a pretty sight. - Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna have to go through this in about six months

so... make you a deal.

You show up at your party, I'll show up at mine.

Nah! It's not just turning 40.

I had a fight with John today

and I was hopin' he'd stop by.

Buddy, my boy.

Uh, as your friend, listen up!

You can't keep trying to run your kid's life.

He's young.

We're old.

'Accept it.'

It's just..

I hate to see him throw his life away.

He's got it all ahead of him. We don't.

Oh, God!

The things I'd do different

if I could do 'em all over again.

No, we can't.

It's his turn.

So let him have it.

Out with the old, you know.

[scoffs] God..

See you at the party, okay?

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

[sighs]

Hey, old man.

(male #1) 'We wanna talk to you.'

[grunts]

[groaning]

(Fred) Out with the old, you know.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[groans]

(male #2) 'This one's been tough.'

'But I guess you out of all of us who would expect that.'

(John) 'Yes, unfortunately.'

'Well, at least he's the last.'

'Our work's almost finished.'

(male #2) 'Do you want me to lend you a hand?'

(John) 'No, he's my problem.'

- 'My disgrace.' - 'Go for it.'

- 'For the corporation.' - 'For the corporation.'

[instrumental music]

[sobbing]

[keys jingling]

Who needs sentimentality?

It's time to answer for your crimes.

Your outdated values. Your forced morality.

'Your hypocrisy.'

You used to think just like me.

'We were the same.'

I had your disease.

And now..

[gun cocks]

'...I think for myself.'

Disease?

You're old.

Too old.

'Too afraid to face yourself, your family.'

You couldn't ever make your own birthday party.

It was, it was them.

[sobbing] It's not me.

[sobs] I was coming.

Sure, blame the young.

Blame the innocent for your fears.

'I'm afraid the only contribution'

you've made to this world..

is to give life to me.

Son, oh.

Oh.

Please.

Too late, daddy.

[gunshots]

[screams]

(Buddy) 'No!'

Father is up.

I can't believe he is stil having nightmares.

When I ask him what they are about

he just g-gives me this dirty look.

He didn't even make his party last night.

Oh, I know it's hard, dear.

He is going through this mid-life thing.

Spare with him.

[sighs]

- Hi, dad. - Hi.

[sighs]

Why don't you start eating? And I'll go get the paper.

How is work?

I told you, I got a new boss coming in today

sent out from the parent company

Chemico Inc.

Great.

Hey, Chemico's in the Fortune 500.

'They are one of the top architectural firms'

in the world.

Buy some stock, dad.

That's why you and I don't relate.

You and your whole generation

all you care about is money.

Dad, that's not true.

Money is no good unless it can buy

fast cars and faster women.

Okay. "Forbes," "Wall Street Journal."

"Springwood Star Times," "Greenpeace Monthly."

"Money." "Finance".

'And "Save The Whales" newsletter.'

John..

you should stay open

to more humanistic issues.

Look, ugh, just because I don't run around

in Paisley shirts carrying "Ban the bomb" signs

doesn't mean I don't love my fellow man.

Just as long as he doesn't earn more than I do.

'Bye bye, mom.'

Goodbye, sweetie.

[intense music]

Buddy boys have been behind the times.

But I'm about to give him a little food for thought.

[laughing]

[grunts]

(Fred) 'What's the matter? You can't afford dressing?'

I like salsa, it calms me down.

Never made it to the party, huh?

What have I got to celebrate?

Out with the old, remember?

My, aren't we a little self-pitying these days?

(Buddy) 'Yeah, maybe.'

But at least it's in the proper social context.

Now I gotta deal with this crap.

Ah, I see, our new imperious leader

gave you the Coldwater assignment.

You got it.

I'm supposed to design a headquarters for banking firm

that must be planted in the middle of the Coldwater Valley.

So much for the scenery.

I'm getting tired of selling out the ecosystem

just to give suites more homes.

Better take the assignment.

I hear this guy doesn't take no.

Yeah, just what we need.

Another thumb-sucking, power-hungry yuppie.

How old is the little fascist, 12?

No, 25.

In my office... now.

In his office... now.

This is my first day, so let me make a few things clear.

Number one.

I chose you for this assignment

because you are this firm's best architect

and Springwood National Bank is our best account.

Well, Mr. Trainer, I mean no disrespect, but I...

You interrupt me again

and you can hike it back to the old folks home.

Got it? Good.

Number two.

You wear suites to this office from now on.

'And number three'

'all personal clutter is to be removed.'

Now... get started on that assignment.

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

Hi, dad.

What's all this?

School project.

Take a look.

Some of the town's environmental burnouts

are trying to stop the bank from opening in the valley.

So we are starting a movement to push it forward.

Who knows, in three years we might be running that bank.

- 'Be careful don't tear it.' - 'Don't..'

Here we go. That's good.

Alright, guys..

First the power monger at work calls me Methuselah.

And I find out my own kid is helping destroy

whatever little life I have left.

Come on, don't go start dragging John into this.

Well, he is in this.

And all his friends too.

God, how can he be so different from us?

We raised him.

He's so, he's so..

Eighties?

I feel like a dinosaur heading for the tar pit.

And my own son eager to give me a push.

You're not gonna like this.

But you sound just like our parents

when we were rebelling.

Try and see it through John's eyes.

[sighs] That's what I'm afraid of.

[instrumental music]

[alarm ringing]

Oh, no. No.

[dramatic music]

What are you reading?

Something sad.

What the hell is that?

New school project.

What kind of school project?

Classified.

I need a lift.

Classified?

[car horn honking]

You should've listened.

Out with the old.

[bell ringing]

Listen to who?

Great! Kid's a genius.

Can't even remember his book.

(female #1) 'Because you are the corporation.'

[upbeat music]

I brought John's book.

You don't belong here.

[music continues]

Hey, hey, hey!

Are you in there?

I gotta find Fred.

Fred!

Fred.

Hey, hey, hey. You know where Fred Thomas is?

He, he works here. Do you know where he is?

Has everybody taken stupid pills here tonight?

Where is Fred Thomas? Chief engineer. He works here!

Where is..

Uh..

[Fred grunting]

Fred? Fred!

Fred, what's going on, Fred, Fred?

[music continues]

Hey, you! You, wait!

Hey, Fred, Fred, Fr..

Come.

Walk with me. Talk with me.

[phone rings]

'Time to get with the new system.'

'Don't you think, buddy?'

Uh-oh, don't do that.

You'll ruin the material.

What's happening here?

(male #3) 'Oh, I'm afraid it's already happened.'

You're familiar with, "Out with the old, in with the new?"

Yeah, it's a popular tune.

Guess which end you're on?

What happened to Fred?

Well, he was... corrected.

Like you.

[music continues]

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

(male #4) 'Mike, we're set up here. Come to the back.'

(Mike) 'Yes, sir. You two come with me around this way.'

(John) 'Yes, the subject has just arrived.'

(male #5 on phone) 'He must be brought in..'

'He's not suitable for reprogramming.'

Yes, I agree.

It's hopeless.

I know it's required.

For the corporation.

(male #5 on phone) 'For the corporation.'

[gasping]

Who makes these things? Sshh-sshh-sshh.

[door opens]

Dana!

Dana!

[music continues]

[glass shatters]

[knocking on door]

(John) 'Dad!'

'We know you're in there.'

'Come on, dad, we'll go and listen to the Grateful Dead.'

'Daddy!'

[gun cocks]

'Loose the door.'

[machine gun fire]

[music continues]

Your generation stuck us with your mistakes.

Now it's time to erase those mistakes.

Bud Powers.

We are here to determine your relevance

to contemporary society.

A legal aid has been assigned to you.

Wow, man!

What a trip.

Buddy Powers.

You claim to stand for something.

Tell me!

When was the last time you donated your talents freely

for the sake of an issue?

1970.

But I haven't had much time.

Do you now or have you ever

worn a "Save The Whales" T-shirt?

I used to.

Now my wife, she..

uses them for dust clothes.

That's cold.

This case is closed. You sold out.

- 'You're out of here.' - 'Bye-bye.'

Hey, sorry, man.

[indistinct shouting]

Where is my wife?

She's being... completed.

'Come.'

Walk with me. Talk with me.

[instrumental music]

Dana!

[screaming]

You! Your kind.

You're obsolete.

But you knew that a long time ago.

That's why you abandoned your ideals, isn't it?

You failed my test, daddy.

You failed.

Complete him.

[intense music]

Johnny.

[music continues]

Dad. Oh, my God!

Dad, what happened? Who did this to you?

John..

I'm sorry.

'I tried.'

They, they found me.

Call me... old man.

Sshh, dad, don't speak, okay?

I'm gonna call an ambulance. Hold on.

It's too late.

No, I'm not gonna let you die!

Hold on.

[coughing]

'Hello, hurry!'

Send an ambulance to 8120, Webb Avenue.

My father's just been stabbed.

Dad, don't die, please.

I'm sorry, we argued, just, don't die..

I'm sorry, John.

It's your turn now.

Dad, no. I'm sorry.

I love you. Do you hear me?

I love you.

Growing old can be a painful experience.

[Freddy laughing]

(male #6) 'I don't know. He's kinda cute.'

'Oh, I don't know. Looks like trouble to me.'

Well, we keep looking. What do you say?

Yes, I think you're done here.

I think there's some more around this corner.

[indistinct chattering]

[dramatic music]

No, I want my real parents.

- Come on. - My real parents.

Don't take me, please.

Do you know who your parents are?

Hmm?

[laughing]

[door opens]

I have asked you not to sleep in your clothes.

Don't start on me, mom.

I didn't mean to. I just felt asleep reading

Reading? Of course you did.

'How late were you out last night?'

'It's no wonder people talk.'

Let 'em talk. I know I'm not a slut.

Well, you'd never know the way you dress.

I bought you a closet full of dresses and skirts

and you wear ratty jeans?

Look, mom..

I'll start wearing clothes next week.

I'm just working my way up, okay?

I just want you to fit in. Is that so wrong?

How can you walk around school like that?

It's no wonder that misfit John is your only friend.

How would you know?

You buy me dresses that are three sizes too big

and ten years too late.

- You don't know who I am. - Well, I guess not.

I swear, sometimes I wonder if you're really my daughter.

Don't say that.

[instrumental music]

I don't even look like her.

Maybe the gypsies left me at the doorstep.

[indistinct chattering]

Hey, you didn't call me last night.

Sorry. It's my mother.

- Oh, no. - The usual.

Is she still trying to get you into dresses?

Into dresses and out of everything

I like about good stuff.

I can't do anything she likes.

What are parents for?

Yeah.

John, have you ever felt like..

Well, like you just don't belong.

You mean, you feel like an alien

and your parents are mutan humanoids from the deep?

It's more of a feeling of fear that I belong to someone else.

- That I'm not her child. - Yeah, I've felt like that.

Really?

When?

Right after I found out I was adopted.

I never felt worse.

Why didn't you ever say anything?

I mean, why didn't you ever tell me that before?

I just didn't feel like talking about it.

I'm not so sure I'm ready now.

But after my father was killed

it started me thinking about my natural parents.

My real dad.

Did you ever try to find them?

Find out where they live or what they-what they do?

Yeah, well, I talked over with my mom... once.

And?

And I think my idealized version

is safer for now.

How would you know unless you try to find out for yourself?

Well, see, that's the thing, I'm afraid to find out.

Why?

I may not like what I find

See ya.

Adopted.

Mom, are you home?

"Gone to PTA meeting. Dinner in the oven.

Be back at 4:00. Love, mom."

PTA. Yuck.

[instrumental music]

Come on.

If I were a birth certificate..

what would I look like?

And where the hell would I be?

The bedroom.

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

[door closes]

What are you doing in my room?

I'm, I'm looking for a recipe.

In my closet? Next time try the kitchen.

I'll clean it up. I promise.

That is not the point. Show some respect for my things.

I guess I can't do anything right, can I?

What's gotten into you lately?

I know I'm different.

But sometimes you act like I don't belong to you at all.

Uhh!

[music continues]

- Please. - 'No.'

Please.

'Please.'

Um, this one's cute. How much is this one?

It says here that her parents were taken away?

She also needs her shots.

But we'll take her anyway.

Sign here.

No, I don't wanna go with her.

'Where's my real parents?'

I want my real mommy and daddy.

I'm your mother now, dear.

Don't be afraid. We'll take real good care of you.

(John) 'No!'

Help. No, come on, please.

Come on. I'll be good this time. I promise.

[screaming] No!

[sobbing] Please, no!

No, no. Come on.

'No-no-no-o!'

'Help!'

[thud]

'No-o!'

[John crying]

[dramatic music]

[dialing]

- 'Hello?' - Hello. Is John there?

(female #2) 'No, uh, John doesn't live here.'

I'm sorry. I must have a wrong number.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

[indistinct chattering]

Um, I'm sorry, but this is my friend John's seat.

(female #3) 'Gate Denton?'

(Denton) 'Yeah, here.'

- 'E. Caffey?' - 'Yeah.'

Steve Sandawal?

(Steve) 'Yeah.'

(female #3) 'Christina Young?'

'Michael Elsworthy?'

[bell ringing]

'For Friday, please, draw up questions on page 49.'

[indistinct chattering]

(male #7) 'Scotty, wait up.'

I noticed John isn't here today. You didn't call his name.

- Is he sick? - Who?

John. You know, John Powers.

- That name isn't here. - The name has to be there.

He's my friend.

Not anymore.

Look, he's been here every day for four years.

You must remember him. He used to sit right over here.

Melanie Wulff sits there. Always has.

John used to sit there.

Please, you have to help me find him.

I don't remember him.

Therefore I can't help you find him.

Now if you don't stop bothering me.

Maybe we're gonna have to have you recalled.

Do we, do we have a copy of my birth certificate?

Why do you ask?

Um..

we're doing this school project on family trees

and it's-it's like show and tell.

I'll write that information down for you later tonight.

But teacher said that we need to have our birth certificate.

So no one cheats, you know. Makes up a phony family.

Look, we lost those records in a very unfortunate accident.

What accident?

Our first house burned down in a freak fire.

Lost all the copies too.

Oh, what about the hospital where I was born?

Wouldn't they have a copy of the records?

Nice try, but we didn't have you in a hospital.

'Your father and I thought it would be nice'

to have you at home.

Natural and all.

Too bad he's not around to see how big you've grown.

Why can't you just talk to me plain and simple?

Why play games with me?

What are you trying to hide?

'Tell me!'

Inka dinka slinky fonden twinka.

Excuse me?

Smeady tonna wanna deka fafa.

Deka fafa.

Continka?

Well, I have had it.

It's obvious we don't speak the same language.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[sighs]

I'm second hand.

[instrumental music]

No.

The place from my dreams.

Is this where I came from?

- It can't be true. - Hello, hello.

One of ours has returned.

Can I help you?

No refunds, no returns.

I'm looking for my real parents.

You're looking for your real parents?

- Yes. - Oh!

There's only one, your real mother.

I have to find her.

You sure that's what you want?

I'm sure.

[chuckles]

Fair enough.

Be my guest.

[laughing]

[music continues]

[intense music]

[door creaking]

[music continues]

Hello?

[music continues]

They gave me this address.

Only address to give, babe.

You..

You're my mother?

You turned out every bit as ugly as I thought you would.

'Glad I gave you away.'

This can't be.

- This isn't possible. - You're spoiling our reunion.

Got some men comin' over later.

We'll have a real party.

You probably got some of your mom's talents.

[laughing]

If you're my mother, who is my father?

Had a lot of women that one.

Can't say we met under the best of circumstances.

- Who was he? - Bad taste in clothes.

Wore the same sweater all the time.

'Nice hat though.'

Who was he?

His name was Freddy.

[screaming]

Welcome home, darling.

[laughing]

[burps]

More food!

Feed the other misfits.

[dramatic music]

(in unison) One of us. One of us. One of us.

One of us. One of us. One of us.

One of us. One of us. One of us..

I wanna go home.

(all children in unison) One of us. One of us. One of us.

One of us. One of us. One of us..

I want my life back.

(all children) 'One of us..'

- I don't belong here. - 'One of us. One of us.'

- Just stop.. This is my home. - 'One of us. One of us.'

[sobbing]

[squeals]

I'm your friend, remember?

John.

Will you help me get out of here?

I'll help you.

Come on.

[dramatic music]

You'll never come off it.

You're stained for life. Just like me.

Oh.

How do you get out of here

We both will.

[laughing]

This is your home.

You're a misfit. You belong with us.

Nobody else will have you.

[laughing]

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

[sighs]

I'm even glad to see this stupid thing.

Wear and make mom happy.

Oh, boy.

Hope she appreciates this.

[instrumental music]

Oh, see, I told you that dress was you.

Now you look like my daughter.

I am your daughter, mom.

Right?

I mean, you'd tell me if I wasn't, right?

Of course, dear.

It's just that, sometimes I feel so strange.

Like I am a misfit.

You'll get used to it.

Used to what?

I'm not a misfit.

Of course, dear.

Mom, I'm sorry I'm acting so weird.

I just found out my friend John moved away.

Kinda suddenly.

See, he knew he was adopted.

'So, I guess he was taken away by his real parents.'

[instrumental music]

I miss him.

You'd miss me if I was taken away, right?

[intense music]

Welcome home.

To stay forever and ever and ever.

You had your chance.

But you won't return.

Now you're back with your own kind.

[dramatic music]

[laughing]

Come out, come out, misfit child.

[grunts]

[screaming]

You're not my mother.

You never were.

Now you never will be here.

(female #4) 'Christina?'

'Come on, sweety.'

I want you to meet your foster parents.

[sighs] Oh, I'm afraid it's been really hard on her.

Her mother died in an accidental fire.

Destroyed their home.

And there are no living relatives.

She was lucky that firemen found her before it was too late.

Now, she just can't seem to accept the idea

of a foster home.

Kuma doo oopa shmurk.

'Kuma uma dupa shmurk.'

I'm waiting for my real mommy.

'My real mommy.'

Come on down.

Worried about your credit? I ain't.

We've got every shape

every size, every price.

I'll make you a deal you can't refuse.

I even take trade ins.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

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