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- Hey there.

If you go around the back, I'll be down in a minute.

- Hi, I'm Alan.

And this is the Saint Peter's Lutheran Youth Group.

- I'm Sebastian.

- Welcome to the future.

- That's my nanna.

- Thank you for visiting the House of Tomorrow,

here in North Ranch, Minnesota.

You'll be touring this incredible space shortly,

but first it's important for you to understand

how it came to be.

It all begins with a man named Buckminster Fuller.

- Rotate one of them like this,

and then bring it in like this.

And then together, it becomes a tetrahedron.

- Fuller designed three wheeled

fuel efficient cars.

Energy saving homes that used aviation technology.

And perhaps his best known achievement, geodesic domes.

The geodesic dome can enclose the same space

as a regular building, using far fewer materials.

The shining example of Fuller's design philosophy

of doing more with less.

Fuller believed the world's resources distributed

to everyone fairly.

- This is where I go to school.

- So it's just you and that lady all the time?

- Yeah.

The tour culminates here, so you can follow me

back upstairs and finish the film.

- His radical ideas were embraced

by the counter culture.

And no one took to these beliefs more passionately

than his prized pupil architect Josephine Printercast.

- This place could be sick for an overnight

with a bunch of people.

- What is an overnight?

- You know, like a sleepover?

A slumber party?

It's like a party where people sleep over.

- That would be fun.

- I can tell you if there's one in your future.

I read palms.

- We are so privileged to live on what Bucky called

Spaceship Earth, but you know, we're destroying

our beautiful planet with pollution and wars

and ignorance and arrogance.

- Do you have a boner?

I barely touched you.

- But it's not too late to fix things.

Question. - Yeah.

Just a quick follow up.

Are you crazy? - Jared, apologize.

- No, it's all right.

Now why do you think that?

- Well, because you live in this thing.

And you actually think that the world can be fixed.

- I don't think it can be fixed.

I know.

- Oh God, are you all right?

Oh God.

- Nana?

- We need to call an ambulance.

- Nana?

- Sebastian, right?

This is fucked.

- Geodesic dome.

Bridge Road, the House of Tomorrow.

Did you want something else?

- No, this is fine.

- Why couldn't I just go home with Meredith?

- Because you'll forget to take your pills

if I'm not with you.

Come on.

Come on.

There's a good boy.

- This one?

This one gives me diarrhea. - Jared, come on.

- What?

It's a bodily function.

Your boy God created it.

He created loose stool.

- They must know something by now.

- Thank you for your consideration.

- Of course.

- Thank you for your consideration?

You're not some kind of asshole genius, are you?

- I don't think so, no. - Autistic?

So that old lady's like your overlord?

- She's my guardian. - What do you mean

your guardian? - Ever since my parents died,

Nanna made sure I stayed on the right path.

She says there's the traditional way to live,

and then there's the dynamic, independent way to live.

The way Buckminster Fuller did.

- Which means what exactly?

- Well, like Fuller, my life will be one of experiment.

Higher ideals.

A life of constant question and risk.

Did you know Bucky once called himself Guinea Pig B?

He said his life was just an experiment.

When I was just a boy, my nanna would sometimes

call me Guinea Pig S.

She said I was a living experiment, too.

She said I would serve humanity just like Bucky did.

- What, with like volunteering and shit?

- No, not exactly. - Well, then what?

- Well, I'm gonna change the world.

What is it that you listen to?

- On this?

Well, today, the Germs.

Why, what do you listen to?

- Well, Nanna has her classical albums.

And she also has this incredible tape of whale calls

she listens to to aid her digestion.

- Wow.

Well.

You better prepare yourself, dude.

Put it in your ears.

OK, you ready?

♪ We must bleed ♪

- Well, that is a very accomplished song.

- Oh, that's smart.

What the heck is the matter with you?

Have you lost your mind?

Sebastian, your grandma's had a stroke.

- It's me.

- Soda.

- What?

- You drank soda.

- Alan gave me an RC.

- You're going away.

- No.

I'm not, I'm here.

Right here, with you.

They said I should stay here for the night.

I could take her home in the morning.

- Oh, that's good.

It could have been a lot worse.

Jared wanted me to give you his info.

In case you ever feel like a day away from your home.

- Jared wanted you to give me this?

- Well, he didn't actually say it.

He's in the van right now thinking about his behavior.

But I could tell he really wanted to hear from you again.

Take care, Sebastian.

- Here you go.

Dear Jared.

Your father handed me this web address.

And a bag of pretzels.

You were in the car at the time,

ruminating about your behavior.

I don't believe you witnessed this.

I wondered today, did you really want me to contact you?

Sebastian.

- Sebastian, your writing

is worse than your talking.

It makes me want to cock punch you.

One thing to know about my dad, he's ignorant plus a liar.

Call tomorrow. - I will.

- Who are you talking to?

- Nanna.

Has your health improved?

- Did you finish your homework?

- I wasn't sure if I should complete it without

the accompanying lessons.

- Well, what have you been accomplishing?

- Well, I was doing some investigating on the web.

Stanford has archived some newly discovered documents

on Bucky.

- I need you to go to the pharmacy to get my prescription.

- Of course.

- Sebastian.

Jared will be pleased. - Is he here?

- Oh, yes.

Where else would he be?

Everybody's at home except my wife.

She's always flying somewhere.

Sales.

How's your grandma?

- Well, she's improved.

Thank you. - Good to hear.

Jared's upstairs.

You can keep your shoes on.

We're a shoes on house.

Just give 'em a good wipe.

- Hello?

- Who let you in? - Your father.

I want to know more about punk.

What is that smell?

It's vinegary.

- You know, I never really said you could come over here.

- Sebastian, you're not going?

- Thank you, Mr. Whitcomb, but I have a lengthy bike ride.

- Don't you like grilled cheese?

- Dad, he's got to go.

- He should stay for sandwiches.

How are you feeling, any better?

- Yep, I'm feeling great.

- How's your stomach? - Dad, I'm feeling fine.

Please drop it.

- What's the verdict?

- Have you ever played guitar before?

All right, now strum.

- What are those for?

- I peed my pants earlier.

That's what stinks in here.

It's my peed pants in the closet.

I'm taking this new med that makes me pee all the time

and I just got tired of going.

Tried to hold it, but I guess I just couldn't.

Couldn't do it.

- Oh.

- My dad's trying to get me to go back to school

and I'm like, "Dad, I can't go back to school,

"I'm fucking peeing my pants."

- Why do you take so much medicine?

- Do you want to see?

I have someone else's heart.

I've only had it for about six months.

So what, you want to learn about punk or what?

It's 20 bucks a class.

- I have to pay? - Come on, I thought

you were like this furry little guinea pig.

Isn't your life like an experiment?

Well, that's what this is, this is an experiment.

- Every time man makes a new experiment,

he always learns more.

He cannot learn less.

- OK. - OK?

- OK.

Yes.

I accept. - Cool.

Bring your first payment Sunday at 10.

And wear dress pants.

- What does this mean to you?

- The dymaxium map.

- Yeah. - Is this a pop quiz?

- No. - Well, Fuller's dymaxium

map depicts things more accurately.

- Revealing that the Earth's land mass resembled

one contiguous island.

The dymaxium map shows that we're all united.

And yesterday, while you were out, I had this moment

of clarity, and I realized I had to make public right away.

So I called the North Brand Courier

and granted them an interview.

- About what?

- The Buckminster Fuller Institute of Minnesota.

- Institute?

- We're gonna expand your garden operation.

And sell organic produce.

Our study is going to be a lending library

staffed with books.

But all of this begins with the dymaxium map

painted beneath our feet, to remind people

that we're all in this together.

- Well.

When I was out, I saw some signs for a sale

at the hardware store on Sunday.

I could get paint then.

- Perfect.

- Is anyone going to get the door?

Hello?

You?

- Hey, Sebastian.

This is my sister Meredith, you can probably guess

she totally sucks. - Just my brother's boyfriend.

- Be right there. - Check it out.

What would Jared do? - I don't know.

- No, it's not a fucking question.

It's what would Jared do, I'm giving you the initials.

Do you have my money? - Yes.

20. - Cool.

- Glad you're joining us today, Sebastian.

Is this your first time going to church?

- My nanna and I don't attend church.

- Well, what is it that you believe in, then?

If you don't mind my asking.

- We believe in synergy. - Oh.

Then you are gonna love this.

What I want you to do is write down something

that's holding you back.

Something keeping you from committing entirely to God

and to yourself.

We'll call it an idol.

Write it down and we'll cast it into the flames.

- What does this have to do with punk?

- Take this.

In a second, I'm gonna cause a diversion.

He's gonna fall for it.

You run down to the closet and we'll tip over,

open it, and grab the bass.

It's like a guitar but it's got four strings

and it's a lot bigger.

So grab it, hide it somewhere safe.

- Steal it?

- Listen to me.

Either you do this and you help a friend

or you deny a young sick man the gift of music.

- We're friends? - No.

Not if you don't do this for me.

Come on.

- You better know what this is.

- Don't make me do this for nothing.

Dad, I'm having a rejection. - Jared.

- OK, I can get some towels.

- I'm feeling a little better now, actually.

Must have cured it. - Hang on, take it easy.

- Must been a connection with God.

- You OK? - Yeah, great.

- Jared, you know the doctors treat any symptoms

as possible rejection.

I'm supposed to take you to the hospital.

- It was your meatloaf.

I can't eat the god damned green peppers, I told you that.

Like I can't digest it, so that's what happened.

- Sebastian, I'm sorry you had to experience this.

I was hoping that you would have a good time

and want to come back.

Nothing ever seems to go right around here.

- I know you saw me.

I saw what you did and I'll tell if you tell.

Are we clear, you perv?

- Don't you ever say that about yourself.

- Sebastian, what are you mumbling?

- It's nothing, sorry.

So how did you practice with your other bands?

- When the hell did I say I had other bands?

- Oh, I just assumed. - Well, don't assume things.

You don't know anything.

- I know how to do this.

I was searching on the web.

- It's a G.

Take this, use a pick.

- OK. - Yeah.

Yeah, but do it like, do it like.

♪ Ba na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na ♪

So watch me.

♪ Da da da da ♪

I'm going.

♪ Da da da da da da da da ♪

Can you do it that fast?

♪ Da da da da da da da da ♪

And then go to the second string, C.

♪ Da na na na na na na ♪

You have to sing that.

♪ Da da da da da da da da ♪

Move up and then.

♪ Da da da da da da da da ♪

D D D.

D D D D D D.

Up a step.

D D D D D D.

Now back to G G G G G.

Every single time.

G G G G, G G G.

- You OK?

What's wrong?

- I'm actually supposed to warm up

before I do any physical activity.

So that was probably just too fast.

- We'll take a break. - Yeah.

Let's brainstorm band names.

- Hey, what about Dangerous Knives?

- Is that a real suggestion?

- Yeah. - No.

No cutlery. - So you're here

to mop up your piss? - Shut up.

Why don't you have your period somewhere else?

- God, I can smell it through the floorboards.

- Just stop. - Why?

He's always a dick. - I don't care.

- Yeah, fuck off, Meredith. - You stop it, too.

- Jesus Christ. - Do not take the name

of the Lord in vain. - Oh my God.

Cut the religious shit, Dad, seriously.

The only reason you took the church job

and suddenly believe in God is because you want me

hanging out with a bunch of losers

who don't drink or smoke or fuck.

- See?

Why do you let him walk all over you?

- Because I'm gonna die first.

- Shit, Jared.

- Can we still be futurists, even if we think about

the past sometimes?

- Where's this coming from?

- Well, why don't we ever talk about my parents?

- What are we supposed to do?

Torture ourselves everyday with memories from the past?

- No.

- Only positive thoughts.

Negativity just clogs us up and weighs us down.

- I think we're gonna need some different brushes

for all our fine detail work.

- All right.

- What about the Exploding Faces?

- Well, how does a face explode?

- Like from a missile, I don't know, dude,

there's no wrong answers in brainstorming.

- The Bandits. - No.

Pissy Cargo Pants.

No, that's dumb. - Sins.

The Deadly Sins. - No.

What about Stool Samples? - No.

- Hey, you ever tasted pussy?

- What, no I don't--

- If you can't say it, then you are one.

You're welcome. - Jared, how did you get this?

Well? - While you were

staring at slushies, I showed the guy my scar,

gave him the whole sob story.

- And he gave you this? - Everyone's so scared

that I'm going to die before I get to drink beer

or touch a tit, pity swag.

- Are you worried about dying?

- Hell no.

- Where are we going?

- Show in Saint Paul.

It's a really shitty band from Iowa, but it's live.

We need to see that.

I'm trying to poach their drummer, too.

- You know my nanna's getting suspicious.

I'll have to tell her-- - That your bike got stolen

and you're looking for it everywhere, yeah,

that's a good idea.

Fake tears won't hurt, either.

You can wash your shit here.

Hey, Mom, this is Sebastian.

Come in.

- Hi.

- He's taking a long time there, huh?

Jearbear. - Give me few minutes.

- What sort of a saleswoman are you?

- I'm not a saleswoman.

- Alan told me you were a saleswoman.

- No, Alan just hasn't learned to say divorce.

- I haven't met a divorced person before.

- Tada.

Your parents are still together, huh?

- My parents died in a plane crash.

- For real?

- Yeah.

- Jesus.

- Do you get to visit him very often?

- I used to, sometimes.

But wasn't good for Jared, so, it stopped.

- Why wouldn't it be good for Jared's mother to visit him?

- You know Jared vilifies his dad, but the truth is

my husband just had to pick a patient.

- Don't go in there for a while.

- Thanks a lot.

- What are you watching?

- I don't care.

- The Rash?

- What?

- The band name.

- No.

Wait, say it again.

- The Rash.

- It's not horrible. - Really?

- Yeah, I mean, it's gross but it's not too gross.

It's like you can almost feel it.

The Rash, you can feel it start to itch on your skin.

- Is that a good thing? - Yeah.

People break out when they hear us.

They won't be able to handle it.

Because we're the Rash, mother fuckers.

- Ow.

- Don't get all cocky now just because you came up

with the name.

I'm the one who realized it was there.

Besides, that's the easy part.

The hard part is getting ready for our first gig.

- What's a gig? - A gig is a show.

- So, in a couple weeks, we're gonna play the church

talent show. - We can't perform

in a couple weeks. - Of course we can.

- I can't learn a song that fast.

- Yeah you can, after we write one.

Just come to my house tomorrow and we'll do like

a serious rehearsal.

- I don't think I can.

- Instead of worrying and being a pussy,

why don't you just say shit yeah, Jared.

I'll see you in practice tomorrow at one?

- Jared, I just don't-- - Come on, say it.

Say, "Shit, yeah, Jared."

Come on.

Say it for real.

- Shit yeah, Jared.

Please forgive me, Nanna.

Someone stole my bike.

I had to return the paint and the paintbrushes,

I needed money for a taxi to aid my pursuit.

- There there, it'll be all right.

But I do have some unfortunate news.

The dymaxian map is costing more than was projected.

- So you want to give it a break?

- No, not exactly.

- Welcome to the future.

Dear Jared.

Unfortunately, I will be unable

to attend rehearsal tomorrow.

Nanna has decided to expand my role at the dome

to include guiding tours.

- A beacon of hope for the future called

the House of Tomorrow.

Josephine and her grandson Sebastian keep Fuller's ideas

alive with their home and believe that if mankind

is to survive, we must all learn to live together

and share what Spaceship Earth provides.

- She says that guiding tours might be

how I'm going to change the world.

And that one day, I'll be running the Buckminster Fuller

Institute of Minnesota.

I'm not so sure about that.

I know this impedes our work as the Rash.

But I hope to see you soon.

Regards, Sebastian Prenderguest.

- Sebastian, if you prefer being some

Stockholm Syndrome case that listens to fucking

whale sounds for the rest of your life instead

of playing in an awesome band, then be my guest.

- Looking good, buddy. - Just don't expect me

to be there for you when you realize you missed out

on something great.

PS, don't e-mail me anymore.

I won't write back.

PPS, fuck you.

- You know, I can tell you've really been studying those

talking points I gave you.

Five visitors and they're all very impressed.

You have a marvelous way with people,

just like Bucky did.

- Thank you.

- Jared, Jared.

Just wanted to know if you got

some good sleep last night, bud.

- Yeah, it was fine.

- How many hours?

- I was sleeping, so I didn't count.

- You got me.

Do you have an idea?

- No, can we just not talk about this now?

- OK, I just want to be sure to log it.

It's important that we remember these things.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- How many hours?

- Probably seven.

OK? - Thank you.

- Hope for the future is on the horizon.

An endorsement from the North Branch Courier

will mean a lot.

And she didn't come right out and say it,

but I think we're gonna have a cover story.

What's this?

- It's grilled cheese.

And ketchup.

- But why are we having this?

- Try something different.

- But it's white bread, are we all out of

the sprouted flax?

And that's not cashew cheese.

- It's real, Nanna.

It has protein.

You can give it a try.

- It's all chemicals, Sebastian.

That's not food.

Let me whip you up some quinoa and carrots.

What is wrong with you?

- What is wrong with you, Nanna,

why can't you just eat a sandwich?

Why be so fucking crazy?

- Sebastian, come back here.

Where are you going?

♪ There's thunder in the air ♪

♪ I could waste myself ♪

♪ I don't feel too concerned about my state of health ♪

♪ It's too bloody hot ♪

♪ For self denial ♪

- Hello?

- Hey, Sebastian, come on in.

♪ All the other boys ♪

Jared's upstairs.

♪ Good as gold ♪

♪ Talking to the girls that work the telephones ♪

♪ But I can't think of any reason I could ring ♪

♪ I got this funny feeling that I can't put my finger on ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I wish it were raining ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I wish it were raining ♪

- She said not now. - What the fuck?

- Who's this guy?

Is this your little punk rock brother?

The sick one?

You know what your sister does in here?

- She's not my sister.

- Jesus.

- Come here. - No.

- Stop it.

- Get off me.

- Jared, get out.

- Kick him in the dick.

Kick him in the dick.

Help me, mother fucker, help me.

- Stop it.

- Hey.

- What are you guys doing? - Kicking your ass.

- You're stretching my shirt.

- I want to reunite the band.

- What band?

We're done.

- What the heck is going on up here?

Who are you?

- I'm Alec.

- Jared? - Hold on a minute.

I think I'm having a rejection.

I haven't been taking my medicine.

- What, what do you mean, today?

- Can I help? - Fuck off.

- Why are you so mean to him?

- What did you just ask me?

- Why are you so mean to your brother?

He's your family.

- I know you think you're king of the universe

because you live this oddball life and my brother

finds you amusing, but I've known him for 16 years

and you've known him for weeks.

- What are you saying?

- I piss him off because that's what he likes.

I piss him off because that's how it's always been

and if I started being his best friend now

he would know it was because of the operation.

I play my part in making him think that something's

still normal.

So don't tell me I'm making things worse for him.

My dad treats him like a five year old

and I know that's not right.

And Mom isn't here and I know that's not right,

so I'm trying something different,

treating him like the irritating little shit that he is.

What did they say?

- We'll know more in a couple hours.

- Sorry, Mr. Whitcomb.

I didn't intend for any of this to happen.

- Of course.

Just like you never intended to steal an instrument

from the church.

- Here's some cab fare, son.

Jared just needs family here.

- We've been slandered.

- Nanna, what are you doing?

What do you mean slandered?

- Here.

Read this.

No, I can get up myself, I don't need help,

I don't need help.

See?

Read it.

- If this planet is too normal for you,

why not move to your own?

Area eccentric Josephine Prendrick asks

doing just that.

- All of our work reduced to a joke.

Where did you run off to?

- I was with my friends.

- Your friends?

OK.

What.

Your friends.

- What are you doing?

We need to talk about this.

You're inebriated.

- And you're a liar.

- I'm sorry.

- Just leave me alone.

- Please, Nanna.

- I said leave me alone.

- Good morning.

Do you want to come inside?

- What is this?

- This is supposed to be an omelet.

♪ One day see a stranger go look at you ♪

♪ One day see a strange little girl feeling blue ♪

I'm going out.

Don't break anything.

♪ She run to the town one day ♪

♪ Leaving home and her country fare ♪

♪ Just beware ♪

♪ When you're there ♪

♪ Strange little girl ♪

♪ She didn't know how to live in a town that was rough ♪

♪ It didn't take long before she knew she'd had enough ♪

♪ Walking home in her wrapped up world ♪

♪ She survived but she's feeling old ♪

♪ Because she found ♪

♪ All things cold ♪

♪ Strange little girl where are you going ♪

♪ Do you know where you could be going ♪

Don't go to sleep yet.

- OK.

Good morning.

- Be careful.

Let's get in, we'll get your shoes off.

Well, hey, guys.

Look who it is.

- It's a real party vibe in here.

- He's on just a little morphine.

- I am on a lot of morphine.

- Can one of you guys give me a hand please?

- Not it. - Fuck you, Meredith.

- Just take him upstairs, Sebastian.

- Hey, bud, yeah.

- I just don't like talking to you while you're drinking.

OK, I'll tell him.

Yeah I promise.

I'll let you know how he's feeling tomorrow.

Do whatever you want.

Good night.

- Hey, just wanted to thank you.

For letting me stay here.

- It's OK.

- I'm really sorry about stealing the bass guitar

from church.

It's a dad's destiny to be lied to

- I didn't know you smoked.

- Jared's.

I confiscated 'em.

- What's that?

- It's a dad bomb.

You're gonna start studying one hour per day.

Next week it goes up to two hours.

- I just got home from the hospital.

- You really want to fall back an entire grade

after everything you've been through?

- Is this geometry? - Very good.

Discovering geometry.

An investigative approach. - I don't know how to do that.

- You already started. - No, I don't know how

to do it. - That's what the book is for.

- No, but in school you have teachers, they teach you

this stuff, I can't just learn from a book.

- OK, well.

- I can teach him.

Geodesic domes?

They're wonders of geometry.

They're based on a shape called an icosahedron.

It's actually a 20 sides polyhedron, each side

being made up of equilateral triangles.

I've solved all the questions in that book.

- Iconahedrons, they're super fun, I remember this.

You can't do the work for him, though.

You teach, but he has to solve the problems.

And you need to stay focused.

- We'll get through all of it.

We'll need something from you.

- Is that right? - Yeah, we're gonna need

time to rehearse. - For what?

- For the youth group talent show.

- You can practice, but I can't promise I'll let you play.

And studying comes first.

- What are we pissed about?

- Well, I'm not pissed.

- Yes you are.

You don't have a house.

Your nanna dogged you.

- I know, but I'm hurt, I'm not pissed.

- Well, punk isn't about hurt.

That's for country.

Punk is about not giving a shit and being angry

and doing what you want and living your own life

and being a shithead.

But you know, like, a great shithead.

- All right, then.

What about school?

The school your dad wants you to go to?

- What about it, it sucks hard.

- Then, let's inform people why it sucks.

Bucky had this process he called sorting.

He used it to corral relevant information in order

to make a more pointed statement.

In our case about school.

- OK, so what would we do?

- We need relevant, kind of specific thoughts, only.

- Specifically?

School's really, really, really stupid.

- Stupid.

Stupid school.

Stupid school.

That's it.

That's the title, that's perfect.

- How do you know a good title?

- Well, I did some research, and it's just like that song

by the Replacements, you know?

Fuck School.

But obviously we can't utter that word at your church.

It's simple, precise.

- OK, well.

We can try it if you want.

- Yeah. - Do you remember

the beginning we wrote, the intro thing?

- Yeah.

F.

- So.

♪ Dad's taking me to stupid school ♪

♪ And I want to die ♪

And then B flat.

♪ He's trying to teach, teach ♪

♪ Want to die ♪

C.

♪ Everybody goes to stupid school ♪

♪ And stupid pool the world ♪

♪ No no no no no no no ♪

♪ No no no no no no no ♪

Sing.

♪ No no no no no no no ♪

♪ No ♪

Then whatever, and then we'll just figure something out

from that. - You know how to do this.

How to compose songs.

- It's not even the real song yet.

- Jared, you have an immense musical talent.

- Thanks.

- Hi, Miss Predendergast, Alan calling, Alan Whitcomb.

Trying to reach you about your grandson Sebastian.

He's living on my couch.

Call me any time.

- Bye.

Bye.

- Stop looking at my sister.

- Stop.

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this fine mist instantly, and there's no waiting

for water to boil, no mess, no fuss.

You can see the steam is there in one second.

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And breathe, and you get 100% humidity that you need

right where you need it.

- Why are you watching this? - Now you can also

use this rocker button here, to rock it up or down,

for the temperature. - I don't know.

It's TV.

- You're so weird.

- Hello.

Hello, Miss Prendergast?

It's Alan Whitcomb.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? - That's close enough.

- Miss Prendergast?

- Speak into the panel to the left of the window.

I'll be able to hear you.

- If the tour had gone on a little longer,

I would have taught the kids about our echo spots.

Where you can practically whisper and be heard

all over the dome.

Sebastian and I have always used them for an intercom.

- That's really something.

- So did you come to tell me what an awful person I am?

- I leave the judgment to God. - Oh, yeah, I forgot.

You talk to him everyday, right?

- Hey, I'm the one taking care of your kid.

- Or corrupting him. - I'm sorry, but you can't

keep him locked up from the world.

- It's just so,

when I'm gone he'll have no one.

- Or maybe you're just worried about what you'd do

without him.

- Well, you got all of these right.

- Damn straight I did.

- Come in.

- Where have you been all day?

- Errands.

And I visited Sebastian's grandmother.

- You went to my house?

- I did.

She wants you to come home.

I think you need to talk with her.

- But we have the show Friday.

- I said you could practice, I never promised

you could play.

- OK, but we've been studying,

I've been doing exactly what you asked.

- You have to understand, I'm making the decisions

of a doctor, not just a father.

- OK, Dad, we just want to play one song, that's it.

Only one song, all right? - You could get overworked.

Your heart may not be able to take it.

- Why don't you let me decide what my heart can handle?

- Let's breathe, let's talk about this.

- Yeah, let's talk about this.

Let's talk about the fact that I might just have

10 years left on this thing, and you won't even let me play

a lame ass church talent show.

- I know this means a lot to you, but the answer is no.

- Get the fuck out of my room, fuck you.

- You can always just sneak out.

- No, he'd know we were going to the talent show.

We're fucked.

- There's always next time.

- Yeah, but what if there isn't?

Do you think I want to play at a church?

No, of course not.

I want to play a fucking CBGB, but it's not 1985,

I can't do that.

- You can never change things

by fighting the existing reality.

To change something, build a new model

that makes the existing model obsolete.

- No, no, it's not gone.

- What do you mean?

- We'll just change venues.

Dear Miss Prendergast, my name is Lawrence Louis,

and I head the environmental studies program

here at McAllister College.

Sorry, Nanna.

I'm writing in hopes that you may be able to grace us

with your wisdom and experience on all things

Buckminster Fuller.

We're hosting a panel discussion on environmental

sustainability tomorrow, and unfortunately we

had a speaker cancel at the last minute.

We're in need of a replacement

and would sincerely appreciate your participation.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Professor Lewis.

- I'm sorry you didn't get to perform tonight,

but the talent show's loss is our gain.

Sebastian, it's been real nice having you here.

We want you to come back any time.

I just wanted to say that.

- I will.

- You got picks? - Yeah.

- Quarter inch canvas? - Yeah.

- What are you guys doing?

- Please don't tell Dad.

- We're playing a gag. - A gig.

- Right, a gig, at the dome.

- Won't your grandma totally lose it?

- Probably.

- Well, how are you guys gonna get there?

How many people are you expecting to show up?

- I don't know, I just posted on a few message boards.

- Great, so like three punk nerds are gonna be there?

Sounds awesome.

- Guys?

♪ I was saying let me out of here ♪

♪ Before I was even born ♪

♪ And such a gamble when you get ♪

♪ It's fascinating to observe ♪

♪ What America ♪

♪ When I die for the war that I've sat a place ♪

♪ I belong to the blank generation ♪

♪ And I can take it or leave it each time ♪

♪ Where I belong to the generation but ♪

- I'm getting drinks.

♪ Take it or leave it each time ♪

♪ Two angles are falling out the window ♪

♪ He was a cartoon forsaken by the public eye ♪

♪ And there's suggested ♪

♪ I belong to the blank generation and ♪

♪ I can take it or leave it each time ♪

♪ Well I belong to the generation but ♪

♪ I can take it or leave it each time ♪

♪ Take it ♪

- Where are you going with all this?

- To a party.

Jared's playing.

- Dad's letting him do that?

- Not exactly.

- Right.

Tell Jared have a good show.

♪ I belong to the generation ♪

♪ And I can take it or leave it each time ♪

♪ Well, I belong to the generation but ♪

♪ I can take it or leave it each time ♪

♪ I belong to the generation and ♪

♪ I can take it or leave it each time well ♪

♪ I belong to the generation but ♪

♪ I can take it or leave it each time ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- Whoa.

Nice hair.

- Have you seen how many people are out there?

We've never had this many visitors before.

- Yeah, my posts must have really paid off.

- You'll also notice some normal people out there.

I invited a bunch of my friends.

- Thanks. - It's whatever.

Have a good show.

Try not to suck.

- OK, I wrote a new song, a better one.

- What's it called? - I want to fondle your tits.

- That's a bit disrespectful.

- To who? - To females.

- No, we're guys in a band, we're supposed to be

disrespectful to girls, it's part of our charm.

- Saw you on the sidewalk, looking pretty cute.

Oh how I wish you're in a birthday suit.

That machine that's.

Oh yes I would going mad in my room.

- Your bass line's exactly the same, just a step above.

I wrote it.

- I'm going mad up in my room.

I'm going mad up in my room.

I like it.

- You do? - Yeah.

It's kind of sad. - No, it's about girls

ripping off their shirts, it's awesome.

- Yeah, but picturing you up in your bedroom

going crazy, imagining all these things that

you never accomplish.

- Try to write a song about hooters, turns out sad.

- A lot of times these kids are just smoking weed

in a parking lot, or a back alley.

- Is that supposed to be comforting?

- 415E, noise disturbance, some partying.

- This is unit 12, where? - Ridge Road, that dome thing?

- I know where that is.

Get on 35 north, go.

Please.

- Hello everybody.

Now for something very interesting.

Everybody brace yourselves for the Rash.

- Jared, we're up.

Come on, we're performing. - The Rash.

- You know when you asked if I was afraid of dying?

Well I am, every day.

- The Rash.

- You can't go on looking like that, take it off.

- What? - Take it off.

- You guys coming?

- What are you gonna wear? - I'm going out like Iggy.

Good evening, we're the Rash.

One, two, one two three four.

♪ Saw you on the sidewalk ♪

♪ Looking pretty cute ♪

♪ Oh how I wish ♪

♪ Your birthday suit ♪

♪ If I had a machine ♪

♪ That sapped up ♪

♪ I would use it on you ♪

♪ From head to toe ♪

♪ Oh yes I would ♪

♪ Yes I would ♪

♪ I'd zap off your skirt ♪

♪ And I'd zap off your skirt ♪

♪ Because I'm going mad up in my room ♪

♪ Because I'm going mad up in my room ♪

♪ I saw you on the sidewalk ♪

♪ Looking pretty cute ♪

♪ Oh how I wish ♪

♪ You're in your birthday suit ♪

♪ If I had a machine ♪

♪ That zapped off clothes ♪

♪ I would use it on you ♪

♪ From head to toe ♪

♪ Oh yes I would ♪

♪ Yes I would ♪

♪ I'd zap off your shirt ♪

♪ And I'd zap off your skirt ♪

♪ Because I'm going mad up in my room ♪

♪ Because I'm going mad up in my room ♪

♪ Going mad, going mad ♪

♪ Because I'm going mad up in my room ♪

♪ Going mad, going mad ♪

♪ Going mad ♪

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

♪ I'm going mad up in my room ♪

♪ He's going mad, he's going mad, he's going mad ♪

♪ I'm going mad ♪

♪ I'm going mad ♪

♪ Going mad ♪

♪ I'm going mad ♪

♪ We're going mad ♪

♪ I'm going mad I'm going mad ♪

♪ I'm a chronic masturbator ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Thank you.

- Yeah.

The Rash.

Been

The Rash.

- Police, party is over.

Y'all can grab your stuff and leave.

There will be no hassle.

- Hey, I'm not done. - You are.

- Hey, take it easy.

- You cannot assault an officer.

- This little shit your son?

- No, he's my chronic masturbator.

- Hey.

That was fun.

I'll see you later.

- Yeah.

- Something hit me very hard once.

Thinking about what one man could do.

Imagine a ship.

It has a rudder and on the edge of that big rudder,

a miniature rudder called a trim tab.

Just moving, this little trim tab fills the low pressure,

pulls the big rudder around.

A lone individual can be a trim tab, too.

You just put your foot out like a miniature rudder,

and behold, the ship is going to go.

So I said, call me trim tab.

- He's the greatest man I ever met.

And I made the mistake of trying to

make your dad be just like him.

That didn't work.

He was.

Rebellious, just like you.

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I hit you.

- I don't want to do tours anymore.

- Does that mean you don't believe in Bucky's work anymore?

- No, I feel even more connected to him.

Bucky's career was spent fighting the establishment,

and in fighting you I was doing exactly what he taught.

Bucky was a punk.

- Well.

I must say, I think he'd like that.

- Well, Bucky, if you steered us into the future,

what would the future be?

- Thanks, Nanna.

- Have a great day at school.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey.

♪ Dad's taking me to stupid school ♪

♪ Dad's taking me to school and I want to die ♪

♪ Teacher, teacher, teacher I want to die ♪

♪ Teacher, teacher, teaching me lies ♪

♪ Why teacher why ♪

♪ Everybody goes to stupid school ♪

♪ Stupid rule the world ♪

♪ No no no ♪

♪ Everybody goes to stupid school ♪

♪ And the stupid rule the world ♪

♪ Yeah yeah yeah ♪