All language subtitles for Milo

So, before I share some of my feng shui insider secrets,

on how to energize your wealth area,

I'd just like to take a moment to talk to you about this brand new,

bamboo fabric range, by Eco skin.

Now, I'm joined once again by my beautiful wife, Nadia,

and my wayward son, Milo.

There here to tell you how they've got on with the clothes, all week.

Nadia, how does that feel?

Bamboo fabric.

Well Brand, it feels smooth on the skin.

Like silk or cashmere.

And I love the design.

There you go.

Comparable with two of the most luxurious fabrics out there.

And believe me, my wife knows.

as I say, Milo has been wearing the clothes all week, so, Milo.

-What's the verdict? -Great.

Another subscriber.Milo.

- That's right, no running.

-And no Romanian. -Sorry dad.

Ok, careful. Ok go on.

Steady, watch out for that step.

- Ok mama.

Hey, you're the next door boy, aren't you?

Do you know them?

Of course, they're in my class.

Then they're in my class too.

Will you introduce me?

That's Tommy, his father owns a bakery.

That's Tommy's best friend, Patrick.

They call him Fanny cause his last name's Fannigan.

I heard there's a camping trip next week.

Are you going?

-No. -Why not?

My dad says that children who go on camps,

have parent's that want to get rid of them.

Dad?

What have I told you about knocking and waiting?

I wrote a haiku.

Bright colored pencils,

moving ever, up and down,

the sunny sky.

Wow.

I see a beautiful picture of us summer landscape.

It's good Milo, it's really good, I'm very impressed.

What's the key though?

-The sunny sky. -Good boy.

Now what have you got wrong?

It's a haiku.

You've got five syllables in the first line,

you've got seven syllables in the second line,

but you've only got four in the third.

Come on, sit down, we'll look at it together.

Moving ever, up and down,

the...

-Clear blue sky--no. -Dad.

I really want to go on the camping trip this year.

The indigo sky, that's it!

-Please can I go. No.

We've talked about this before, Milo.

It's not on the curriculum.

It's only a week dad.

And I'll use my cream, like I do all the time.

This is not negotiable Milo.

Why? I bet if I asked Grandad, he'd let me go

Now you listen to me young man.

Your grandad,

has absolutely no authority over you whatsoever.

I do.

So once again this is an identity project.

That means I want to see from your presentations what defines you as individuals.

Your past, your present and your future.

Sean I want to see more of your future.

Perhaps you can tell us which particular job in the military suits your personality and why.

I want to see more materials for your presentations after the mid-term breaks,

so you have enough time to collect them.

And Milo, I want to see more of you and less of your dad.

And I still want to see some photos of you as a baby.

I Haven't any.

My dad lost them when we moved house.

well then we'll find something else to bring along, ok?

-Miss, miss, I have an idea. Yes, Tommy?

What if Milo takes his camera, goes down to the zoo,

and takes a photo of a baby skunk,

then he'll have his baby picture.

- Tommy I will not warn you again!

Ow!

For an act of violence like this, I'm actually required to suspend him.

What about those other boys rushing,

are you suspending them too?

I see them sticking up their finger up like this.

Every single morning.

Look I've given this situation a great deal of thought,

and I think there's a specific contact--

Of course, those boys pick on my son, every day.

And now they call him a skunk.

Those little bastards.

Please. What please?

That's why he lashes out, what do you expect?

Mrs. Mulder, two wrongs do not make a right.

I honestly fell punishment isn't the answer here.

You see there are wider issues effecting Milo's alienation from the group.

I want Milo to be integrated.

Because if he remains an outsider for the rest of his life, there'll be other bullies.

More violence if you will.

-Do you agree?

Maybe it's time to look this bee square in the eye, and, get you more integrated.

The upcoming camping trip for example.

I think that'd be a good opportunity for Milo to spend more time with the other pupils,

-and actually make some friends. He won't be going.

Nadia, come on, we haven't finished here. Yes we have.

Thank you for not suspending Milo,

but I still want those boys punished and off his back.

I'll hold a place open for him, in case you change your mind.

That's my dad.

That's me.

What's the cream for?

Can you keep a secret?

-Do you promise you won't tell anyone? -I promise.

I have a skin condition.

That's why I'm not allowed a shower in gym.

Is it contagious?

I don't think so.

You don't smell like a baby skunk to me.

- Hey, stop.

Is that the kind of impression you want to make?

Answer me.

-Caitlin didn't care. -Really?

Well, Caitlin wasn't the one,

making a fool of herself,

soaked to the skin on a trampoline, was she?

While you were busy acting the idiot, she was busy laughing at you.

-No she wasn't. -Yes she was, I could hear her from the house.

Caitlin isn't like that.

Do we really know her?

Look.

every time people find out something, negative about you,

they'll judge you for it.

Everyone does it.

That's why,

we have to be so careful about how we present ourselves.

All the time.

Do you understand?

Do you?

Hurry up sweetheart.

He's letting you flog his base, he must be losing his touch.

What's that supposed to mean?

Buying in to what you do, selling that nonsense over the internet.

-Dad I have explained this to-- -I know better than a carpet beggar.

Nadia, darling, pour me some more of that, will you?

Martha Stewart, is she a carpet beggar?

Who? Never heard of her, i-is she Irish?

No dad, she's American.

And she's built a multi-billion dollar enterprise based on exactly the same principle.

I suppose all these people out there, who want to be screwed.

Worse part is, you believe in that feng shui orchid yourself.

Feng shui.

So...

How's your photography coming along champ?

Haven't taken any grandad.

You haven't lost interest, have you?

No.

It's just...

My cameras are confiscated for two weeks.

Are they?

Not to worry.

I'll dig out my old SLR for you.

-And, how's school? We're on mid-term.

Everybody's going on the school camping trip.

They're leaving tomorrow.

But I'm not allowed to go.

-O-Of course you are. -No, he's not.

We have other plans.

What other plans?

There's nothing more important for a boy his age.

God, I remember the cold, the snuggling up,

the kiss chases, building fires in the woods,

I coopt my first real feel for Christ sakes.

He is going, no argument.

How much?

It said four hundred on the form.

Here, I have...

Four and another hundred,

to spend on the women, on one condition.

You send me a post card when you get there.

Thanks grandad

Give me the money, Milo.

-Give it to me now. -It's my money, he gave it to me.

-Mom. You must do as your father says.

-But it's not fair. Maybe, but what you did was wrong.

And we think he's on the bus to school camp.

If anybody picks up this message please contact us immediately.

Thank you.

Answer phone at the school.

They're probably on the bus already.

Maybe we should let him stay?

-You support his disobedience? -No.

But Rochelle said it would be good for him--

First of all I'm going to finish my breakfast.

And then I'm going to input last week's sales figures.

And then I'm going to go fetch him home.

Because if you or Milo or that bloody medaling teacher,

think that I'm going to let him stay, you've all got another thing coming.

-I'm coming too. -It's up to you.

Please, just let me go and fetch him.

No, I'll handle it.

I'll be right back.

Hey guys.

We'll be waiting up, he's probably still on his way here.

I'll call you the moment he arrives, of course.

Ok Rochelle.

It'll be a relief for all of us, I can tell you.

-Ok. Night.

Bye.

Come on Nadia.

We're gonna find him.

I'm calling the police.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

Fuck.

No, no, it wasn't that.

That's my girl.

The fuck the...

Jeez, it's a bulk?

-No, no, it's the tendon. -What?

Wiped out over it-- the tendon!

Tendon? Oh jeez Mick.

I can hardly hear you

No it's the bleeding signal!

Oh for fuck sake!

Yeah, Mick? Can you hear?

-Yeah, much better.-Look the car, get it sorted ok?

Yeah, ok, I'll uh cover it up right.

I'm gonna lie low here.

Best if you stay put too.

Pick me up at the old factory grounds,

God I love you some of this.

I love you too hotrod.

You're not hungry?

Well I am.

So, what in the name of Jesus is a young fella doing out in the middle of the night,

trying to wreck my car with his ribs?

I'm sorry.

What day is it today?

Tuesday.

I need to go Dundee Fairth park.

I've only got five days.

-I can pay-- -Yeah, yeah, yeah, take it easy kid, right?

Enough! Logan, down.

-Stay.

Come on you stay.

Get out of there, come on.

A bloody fool, that's what you are.

A bloody fool.

I gave him permission to go, didn't I?

-Yes dad, you did, but he's not What?

The boy takes after me, of course he went.

We should take it to the police.

They said any piece information we can give them, will help with the inquires.

Police are bloody fools too.

Gentleman I know.

He used to be police, now he's what you might call a free agent.

Agent mean well, he forcing his mother.

Took some artistic photos of her, very compromising.

She's a bloody fool too.

Connor, Lucas Mulder here.

I've got a job for you.

It's about my grandson.

- You see,

he's kind of sweet once you get to know him.

I mean, if you go off running to his territory without introducing yourself,

he'll bite you in the ass.

So do you want to tell him your name?

Milo.

Milo, Logan.

So tell us, Milo,

why are you so dead set on going to Dundee Fairth park?

It's my school camping trip.

I promised my friend,

Caitlin.

She's only going to be there until Sunday.

Ah.

Little knight in shining armor, huh?

Look.

Any other day, I'd take you anywhere.

Especially considering I hit you with the car and all, but uh,

I got to be straight with ya,

me and my boyfriend,

you know, the fella on the phone,

kind of messed up.

Borrowing some money.

All places money.

So, it looks like we're stuck here.

I mean just until Mickey gets back.

You're a bit of an amateur photographer, aye?

Here.

Close your eyes, go on.

Now open them.

-Who is she? Me dopy.

Glastonbury fair, 1978.

Whatcha think?

I was a fox, wasn't I?

Now, I'm a cougar.

Ah.

Here, come here.

Let's have a look.

-Jesus.

Maybe I should try think about getting you home somehow.

I'm not going home.

What does your old man do?

Feng shui consultancy for Balance Living.

-What? He has a website,

and when people buy the products he mentioned in his podcasts,

he gets a commission.

Probably means he makes a shitload of money, right?

Yeah, he sells loads of stuff.

He has over 20 thousand subscribers.

Yeah but,

what the fuck you doing with my cream?

Well? Prince cream boy.

I need to use cream.

I have a skin condition.

Oh.

Well where else?

You have to make sure it's everywhere.

Everywhere.

Like there? There? And there?

-And there?

-There? -Alight stop.

Good yeah?

Woo!

Do you like music? Do you listen to much?

Not much.

What?

Don't like music?

God, I listen to it all day.

♪ Stick to the promises you made me ♪

♪ Stick to the promise girl that you made me ♪

♪ I can't marry you, till I go free ♪

-Ok love.

Get in the back there.

Get in the back, go on.

Keep your head right down now, alight?

There you go.

Mick.

Oh Jesus love, look at the state of the cups everywhere.

Froze my fucking ass off as well.

What happened in there?

Well the big fucker behind the counters,

standing up, you know?

-So...

I take out my gun?

And, point at him.

But just when I went to,

cog the hammer,

I get this awful pain all the way up my arm.

And I look down at my thumb,

and it was hanging down like a fucking dead caterpillar.

Jesus Mick. So, I drop the piece,

and bend over to get a better look at the thumb.

And suddenly everything goes black.

What the fuck. Would you take it easy.

-I was going to tell ya-- -Get off!

But you just kept rambling on Mick.

He ran out in front of me the other night.

I mean he scared the crap out of me.

But uh, he's actually quite cute.

-So I'm keeping him at the squat. -No you're not.

Are you mad?

You've gonna have to start thinking with you head stab a woods,

instead of your big souled head.

Listen Einstein I couldn't exactly leave him half run over on the road,

now could I?

Anyway, he doesn't want to go home.

He has beef with his folks.

Beef with his folks ain't staying with us.

Probably kidnaped him and straight to jail.

He might not be staying with you, but he's staying with me.

Here, Milo.

-Where are you going? -To camp!

Come on.

Mick is just fucking with you head, we want you to stay.

They're all gonna be gone when you get there.

Come on Milo.

Please.

Come on.

Sweet tea does help, believe it or not.

Now I just need to take down any new details, so,

anything that might help the team that are already out there looking for Milo.

My father's investigator found Milo's rucksack on the road.

-And where was it found? In Naas.

-Close to the ansap. -Alright.

-On the road to Dundee? Yes.

He's never been anywhere alone.

He wouldn't know how to take care of himself.

He's probably lying in a ditch somewhere,

-dead. -Madam, please, I.

Now is Milo on medication.No.

Yes.

His cream is still in his rucksack.

Sorry this is his medication?

No, it-it's just skin cream.

Sir, would you just let her speak.

What kind of medication is it madam?

It's for his skin.

But we haven't told him the truth.

Nadia this has got nothing to do with any medication.

Sir, would you mind leaving the room for a moment?

Yes, yes, I would mind.

My wife's obviously upset, I'm not leaving her.

Sir, you need to step outside.

we have nothing to hide here.

Well then it doesn't matter now does it?

What did you tell her?

I told her everything.

Give me your bag.

-Why? -Just give it to me.

You can walk home.

I don't intend spending the best years of my life,

doing time.

Again.

I've been thinking Mick.

Maybe we should go to Amsterdam instead of Portugal.

I mean, we blend in more there.

And you could just pull grass,

without having to look over your shoulder the whole time.

Theses knees are hot dry thermos babe,

pain relief I can get anywhere.

Tell you what though,

That rich kid could turn out to be a God send.

And what the fucks that supposed to mean?

You can come back in now love.

Hey, careful with that kid.

-Where does it go? just put it over there near the telly for a minute.

Jesus Mick, you can't keep everything.

What if we want to fish again?

Good boy.

What do you reckon?

Where the fuck do you think he's going to go?

You ok?

Come on.

Asshole.

He's Milo, my son.

Can you please call this number is you see him?

Do you only have books in your room kid? Yeah.

We have a huge telly in the lounge.

Lounge you call it?

And your mother, does she work?

No she never works.

Don't you think it needs more dry paper?

Na, fire burns in the inside.

And it needs air.

Ah fuck it.Hold it, I'll go get some more dry paper.

Na, just get me a jetty hand there.

-Yeah.

Ah.

So you see kid.

You always have to have a plan B.

Ah kid, standing digging out her old 60's collection.

That means the parties officially started.

Babe.

-Mm, that's delicious babe. You like it?

♪ I'm alone on the dance floor ♪

Something about him.

What do you mean?

I told him I'd take him home, Mick.

Not to we have a nice fat wedge in our pot.

Oh listen you soft hearted hippy,

if we don't get to Portugal we're fucked.

Anyway, what the kid don't know,

won't hurt him.

Do you want me to get more petrol?

-Bit of a pyromaniac are ya?

Are you alright love?

Your skin feels a bit rough.

Milo, are you sure you're alright in there?

I'm fine.

Jesus sake Milo, how many creams do you need?

Hey listen, Milo.

I'm sorry but money's really tight at the moment.

How about we just take one jar alright?

I have money, I can pay for them.

Alone, with no telly in his room.

Sunbed lounge Jacuzzi,

medium sized BMW,

re-touched touch.

He should be able to get about five thousand cash.

Will the bank housing way.

Plus of cars out, legitimate expenses,

and they, uh,

make up of fifteen percent.

Let's say about five thousand, seven, eight, five.

To be fair, what do you think?

Smell me Mick.

You can see why it cost a fortune.

For God sake's dear, you can't afford to be lifting stuff at a time like this.

I didn't lift it.

He bought me it.

Go on.

-Smell me.

Fuck me.

That kids full of surprises.

How much do you reckon?

It's his money.

Little fucker is spoilt, gets whatever he wants.

Mm, you're right.

He was hysterical.

My ass is hysterical.

He's playing you like a cheap violin.

-Have you got any glue? Get it yourself.

You hysterical asshole.

Milo.

You're not hungry?

He's locked himself in.

That's my boy.

I apologize for what happened at the police station.

I agree Nadia we have to do absolutely everything that we can

to get Milo home safely, and,

I think that you are doing a fantastic job.

But his disappearance and his condition are two separate things.

I just want him back.

Read it.

Bright colored pencils, moving ever up and down,

the indigo sky.

It's what he wants for himself.

A bright and carefree future--

-We just say no to everything he wants. -No. No, no, no.

We made a deliberate decision,

to keep him sheltered.

So that he would grow up confident and free.

So that he wouldn't be picked on or start feeling inferior.

He's not confident.

And he is picked on.

I just want my son back.

So do I, Nadia.

I just don't want you blabbing about his condition.

Imagine how much worse things would be for him if everybody knew.

Look.

I am absolutely sure that we are going to find him soon.

And when we find him, yes I agree,

he deserves to know the truth.

But he also deserves to hear it from us.

Come here.

Mm, smells delicious babe.

Alright, I'm off.

-Where to? -To find a good spot to do our little,

trade off.

I'm worried Mick.

He's been in there for days.

Don't be.

When he smells those eggs.

Hey get off.

Listen Mick, all those creams.

It's not just a fetish. There's something wrong with him.

We can't exactly call in a doctor now can we?

Well what if he's dying?

God.

I can't believe how fucking good you are with kids, babe.

Should've given ya some of your own.

Milo?

Listen, Mickey's gone out,

it's just me and you.

I made soldiers.

-Will you just tell us, what's going on?

I know you've got something going on with your skin.

A rash or whatever it is.

Look Milo, I love ya.

And I want to help ya.

And Mick loves me, and that's how he knows,

I know that he loves you too, you don't have to worry about him.

Will you just let me know that you're alright?

For fucks sake.

Two can play at that game.

Listen if you're not gonna tell me your problems, well I'm not telling you mine!

Now listen buddy, you can't stay in there forever, do you hear me?

And there are no secrets in this house!

-Hello? Dad.

Milo?

Milo, my God, where are you?

-Is mom there? I wanna speak to mom. -Where are you?

I don't know.

Tell me where you are.

A pub, I'm in a pub.

Ok, ok, I'm gonna come and get you, which pub?

Somethings wrong.

Alright, ok, um.

Has anyone seen you?

-What? Wait.-Milo it's ok, listen to me--

I need to speak to mom.

She's not here, now listen to me, this is important.

Don't let anyone see you, under no circumstances, do you understand me?

What's wrong with me?

-Just Milo. I want to speak to mom.

Milo please, do you understand?Milo?

Milo honey, mama's here.

-Are you alright? -I'm handling this!

Milo? Milo?

Milo, are you alright?

No.

Shit, is he alright?

What did you say to him?

What?

-What did you tell him? -He shouldn't let people see him like that.

Our son is trying to call us and you tell him not to let anyone see him?

He'll call back.

Lying, selfish bastard.

You don't care about him at all, you only care about yourself!

Just keep your voice down.

I'm notFucking stay away from me!

Open the fucking door, kid.

You see Mick, I don't think he's in there.

Of course he's in there,

-I'm warning you kid.

-Fuck.

Open the fucking door, or I fucking kick it in.

Love, just listen to Mickey, yeah?

That's it, move.

- Mick, take it easy.

You fucker!

Stop it kid, I'm warning ya.

Holy, the flying Jesus.

It's gonna be alright.

See now, Milo.

With all that hair you have,

your testosterone levels,

are probably off the charts.

I had an uncle once,

now he had a lot of hair on his chest.

But not half as much as you have.

-And he had an enormousOh, would you shut up.

It's true.

I'm just saying.

I mean, your balls are going to be as big as,

mount Brandon.

I just don't know why your folks didn't tell ya.

Must have been ashamed.

Well there's nothing to be ashamed of.

In this house, you're just Milo.

And in this house,

everyone finishes his dinner.

Come on Mick, can you give us a hand?Yeah, sure.

Here, try one.

Here, steady.

Now, aim at that blue bottle.

Fire.

I'm not going back there.

Yeah you don't need grown ups, you're your own man.

I thought you rich kids were supposed to be smart?

-He hates me.

He doesn't hate ya.

-Then why didn't he tell me? -Oh, I don't know.

Sounds complicated, your old man.

I guess he's got his,

complicated reasons.

But he's your dad.

He surely wants you back.

No he won't, not like this.

Well your mom then, she wants you back for sure.

What's your dad like?

Never had one.

Lower gang fella, used to,

oh let's just say I'm walking since I was your age.

Or a bit younger even.

But I guess I turned out alright.

I haven't.

Yeah, there's nothing wrong with you Milo.

You're a grand kid.

Star.

She'd do anything to keep ya.

That shows you how much of a good kid you are.

We're going over to Portugal.

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

Well that's if I can come up with a plan B to get us there now.

I have some money.

You can have it.

Come out with your hands where I can see em.

I'm warning ya.

Get your stuff together babe.

Milo!

Swear to Jesus, get in there love.

Some fucker up there is snooping around with a camera.

Here, put that on.

Brand, Connor.

Told you about him.

And the photos of your mother's finest hour, except it was only about ten minutes.

Where's Nadia?

Out.

Got it into her head that she could find him herself with her flyers and women's intuition.

Really?

Connor said it was on the notice board in a pub,

Milo phoned you from.

Seems Mrs. Mulder isn't doing a such a bad job after all sir,

Where did you take these?

About a mile outside Whitlow, up near the cement factory.

There's an old camp site up there that cleared to build new holiday homes.

Sam got those big developer boards, but nothing seems to be happening.

Anyway there's a couple up there in one of the abandoned caravans.

Squatters, he's with them.

Just as I was mounting my six hundred mill to getting closer,

the old knacker started shooting at me.

This is not Milo.

It's not my son.

You paid me to find him.

Hi, can I have a toasted sandwich, two packets of crisps and Guinness please?

Can I see some ID please?

Three hundred and fifty-six euro in change.

That'll get us over to Portugal, alright.

Just won't be in style that's all.

Sure don't care.

Queen of the banana boats.

That's me.

That's my woman.

I can practically hear the cobs in your brain woman.

I already asked him.

You didn't?

You bastard.

God I love ya.

Hold on babe, he didn't decide yet.

There's enough money there for the three of us, isn't there?

-Just about. -Then he's coming too.

That's his decision babe.

Do you really think his folks deserve to have him back now?

-Now do ya?

Brandon, get out here now.

They've taken him, dad.

There's a ransom note.

Come here son.

-Oh!

I love my son, do you hear me?

So fuck off.

Stop lying to yourself, Brand.

I'll call you when I've found him.

You stay the fuck away from us,

you stay away from me, you stay away from Nadia and you stay the fuck away from Milo!

We should be able to get into showers after gym.

Bleeding right too, does she know?

Oh now, what's her name? Your wee girlfriend.

Caitlin? Mm.

She's not my girlfriend.

She's my friend, I don't want to get in the shower with her.

Oh the trampoline!

I want to be able to go on a trampoline.

I should put that down, should I?

Yeah.

You put down whatever you want, man.

What else?

I want a bike, so I can ride to school by myself.

Grand choice, write it down.

You alright there babe?

Am I alright?

No, I don't think so.

We're sitting here watching him make a list of conditions,

to go back to his own home.

-For fuck sake. -Star.

What's on your list anyway?

Share us, it's cool.

A trampoline.

A bike.

These are things you have to ask for.

It's all fucking horse shit.

I mean why do you even want to go back there?

-Common now Star. -No, I want to know!

I miss my mom.

You miss your mom?

Right.

What'd she ever do for you?

Have him squeeze you?

Where is she now?

I don't see her.

She lied to you Milo.

Your whole fucking life.

I miss her.

Doesn't want to stay with us Mick.

With me.

He made his own decisions dear, it's what he wants.

He's fucking ten years old.

He doesn't know what he wants.

So you want to be like his folks, tell him what he can and cannot do?

We're seeing him home, Mick.

Forget it Star.

I said,

we're seeing him home.

If that man are to have his, even look at him crooked,

he's coming with us, right.

Alright.

So the next fight the bulldog got into,

you ought've had a, had a machete.

And he chomped, bulldogs arm off.

Do you know what he did?

No?

Bulldog picked up his own arm,

and battered the other bastard with it.

Battered him with his own chopped off arm.

Is that a true story?

What?

You don't believe me?

This is a man who taught me how rum,

fight and catch the ladies.

Three F's he's call it.

Flitch and fight em, f-who knows.

But the other bastard wasn't around to say otherwise.

I can't tell you how to meet your own man, kid.

You're old enough.

Mom?

Milo?

Let me look at you.

Oh.

Thank God, thank God.

Oh.

Thank you.

-Thank you. it's alright.

No please, Brandon w

Come here Milo.

Ok.

Ok.

I didn't know how to tell you.

I didn't know.

You'll forgive me, will you?

Come on babe.

Ok Milo, come on.

Your mom will run you a bath.

I'll see these people out.

Thank you.

How much was it you wanted for my son?

Five thousand was it?

Plus.

Eight hundred and seventy-five.

Legitimate expenses man.

We didn't even send it.

-A hundred and eighty is all I have. Come on Mickey.

-But you can have this as well. Mickey!

Should I uh, pop back some time?

-For the rest? -Get out of my fucking house.

Milo.

Star and Mickey got me pizza every day.

Really?

I had beer there too.

They let you have beer!

Did you hear that Brand?

It's very nice.

Mickey says it makes you strong.

I have to prepare for tomorrow's podcast.

You get some rest.

I think you'll probably sleep for a week.

I think your mom will too.

See you in the morning.

Dad?

Yeah?

Are you still going to help me with my identity project?

Of course I am.

You are going to have the best presentation in the whole class.

Thanks dad.

We'll take a look at it in the morning, ok?

That word is hypertrichosis,

it's a genetic condition,

it means, I was born like this.

With hair all over my face,

and the top part of my body.

So...

I forgot to say...

It's rare.

A rare genetic condition.

So my parents, unfortunately,

didn't tell me about my condition,

I only found out last week.

That's why I didn't have any baby pictures.

So,

I looked on the internet and I found,

all these famous people have it.

No.

No.

Have we gone out of our fucking minds here?

Look at this.

Am I the only fucking sane person in this house?

Brand will you please stop cursing in front of our son.

You think he has problems at school now?

Wait until they see him like this.

They'll piss themselves laughing, he'll be the joke of the fucking millennium,

-can you really not see that? -Stop it.

Milo for God sake.

Do you really want people to see you like this, that's what you want?

-To be a laughing stock? -Star and Mickey didn't laugh at me.

Those fucking knackers, do you know wh--

ok, that's not important.

I am only thinking of you.

You can't go out like that.

-People will think-- -I don't care what people think!

Well I fucking care!

My God Brand! This is our son!

-Shut up you stupid fucking gypsy.

Milo, go upstairs now and get rid of that hair.

No!

-Ah mom!

Brand! Stop! Brand!

Brand!

Stop it! Stop it!

Get off! Please don't do this!

Brand!

Brand!

Brand, stop!

Brand don't do this! Stop! Stop! Bastard, stop!

Get off me!

-Stop! -Hold fucking still!

Try not to touch it.

Mom?

Yes?

Can I still say good bye to Caitlin?

Sure honey, just give me a minute.

Hi Milo!

Whoa.

Whoa.

Are you ok?

We heard you were missing.

Oh.

The whole class is worried.

What happened?

I got lost on my way to camp.

-You wanna play? Milo.

I can't.

I'm going away for a while, it's my mom.

I just came to say good bye.

See you when you get back then?

See you.

Have you seen these people?

Holidays?Yes, holidays.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!