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Y'all want me to take the wheel, Hank?

No, no.
It's no problem.

I've driven halfway across the country
with one hand.

Remember that cracker cop
I told you about?

Yeah.

Son of a bitch rode my ass
for 20 miles,

then tried to take me on the left.

He didn't know, of course,
that I was a cop

and I had a 350 supercharged
under the hood.

I gunned it.

Took that cracker
for the ride of his life.

We were doing 140.

And that's when I saw
that son of a bitch

reach for his blue strobe
and plant it on the dashboard.

I couldn't believe it.
The guy was a cop.

He wanted to bust me.

I pulled over and acted
like I was shaking in my boots,

and he came swaggering over.

"Well, I guess I led you
into that one, hey, boy?

"But you see, I just knew
you were gonna go for it,

"what with you looking in
your rearview mirror like that.

"I knew you were gonna try and race me.

"Now, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to see

your license and registration, son."

So I pulled out my badge,

and he nearly shit in his pants.

"I ought to run you in,"
I told him,

"for endangering the life
of a homicide detective."

You know,

sometimes I'm really not sure
who's worse,

us cops or the fucking criminals.

Change that 1140 to an 1144, Havenhurst.

Two cars presently at the scene.

I read you.
What was that address again?

That's 105 Crystal
off Richmond below La Mesa.

You got two cars on the scene.

Okay.
We'll check it out.

What's an 1144?

An 1144 is like somebody's dead.

- Like very much dead.
- Oh, okay.

This is gonna get serious, then.
All right.

Razzle them. Dazzle them.

- Razzle-dazzle them.
- Excuse me.

Hey, McDougal.
Hey, hey, McNamara.

Hey-oh, that's it.

Attack!

Want any more? Any more?

Come here. Come here.
Ah, that's right.

I always knew you were
my eagles in drag.

First cup measures...

94.

94 inches south of the north...

- No. That's north.
- Oh, west.

Correction, west of the east wall.

Second cup measures...

- This was Mrs. McCullum...
- 72.

72 inches south of the north wall.

- Yes?
- This was Mrs. McCullum's cup.

- I see.
- She was sitting right there.

I see, I see.

Third cup is approximately 12 inches

west of the second cup.

We'll talk a little later.

It is noted that the coffee
in all three cups

is still lukewarm.

Time: 7:45.

Gary, did you take a shot
of the cups in here?

Yeah, I got 'em.

Okay.
Take 'em into evidence.

I'll get right on that.

Red matter on the sword...

consistent with that of blood.

Position of what is most certainly
the murder weapon

tip pointing in a
north-northwesterly direction.

Approximately...

3 feet from the decedent's right toe.

- Hey, Hank you got a minute?
- Yeah.

This morning when you arrived,

did you see a Caucasian male,
approximately 6'4",

with a coffee cup?

Yeah, he walked right by.
He said something, I think.

Why didn't you arrest him?

Should I have?

Yeah.
That's our suspect.

Oh.
He said something strange.

Yeah, Brad.

He's been quite strange.

Brad who?

Brad McCullum.
He did it. He stabbed her.

Ever since he came back from Peru,

he's been strange.

Well, not so much strange as...

different.

It's the rainy season.

You don't kayak during the rainy season.

Nobody... nobody does it.

That's the challenge.

Well, can we at least go down the river

and check it out?

Yeah?

Hey, stop meditating, okay?
Open your eyes.

Look, this is the river.
This is reality.

Want people to think,

come up with a coherent argument.

We have to do something.

I'm gonna try to talk him out.

Okay, but do it from here;
otherwise, we can't cover you.

I'm positive I've seen him in there
with a shotgun,

and I heard him holler
something about two hostages.

Mr. McCullum?

Mr. McCullum!

Can we talk a moment?

Mr. McCullum... can we talk, sir?

Mr. McCullum, can we talk a moment?

Would you come outside, please?

No. No!

You come inside
if you want to talk!

I think I can handle this.

You got to make nice with the guy,
you know,

like call him compadre or something.

- Compadre?
- Yeah, yeah.

He's Irish, I think,
maybe even Scottish.

Mr. McCullum, may I call you Brad?

You can call me Brad.
You can call me Farouk.

You can call me
any damn thing you like.

Hey! God is here.
He's in the house with me.

But I don't need him anymore.

I don't need God anymore.

Brad, you pestered me for years

to get you this piano.

I got it for you,

and you have never used it.

Then you wanted the drums.

I got them.
And you just sit there.

Mom, you were the one
who tried to persuade me

to want them.

What's going on here?

We're having a problem
with one of the residents.

I've got to go in there.

I've got to get
to the McCullums' house.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I can't let anyone through.

But, Officer, this is Ingrid Gudmundson.

- She's his fianc�e.
- Whose fianc�e?

Brad McCullum.
The guy in the house.

Brad just called me a half an hour ago.

He sounded very urgent.
Has anything happened to him?

Look, I'm his fianc�e.
I think I can help.

- Detective Havenhurst?
- Yes?

Detective, I have a young lady here

who says she's the fianc�e
of the suspect.

Don't let her go.
I'll be right over.

I'm Detective Havenhurst.
I'm in charge here, Miss...

Ingrid Gudmundson.

Has something happened to Brad?

Well... what can I say?

Brad is our suspect
in a stabbing that took place

across the street from his house.

He has apparently taken some hostages

and barricaded himself inside.

I don't mean to alarm you,
Miss Gudmundson,

but it's all a little strange.

You see, he's claiming
his name is Farouk

and shouts about God
and tosses oatmeal at us.

It's all a little confusing.

Can you help us out?

Well...

I... I don't know where to begin.

You see, I've known him
about two years.

We're supposed to get married next month.

You know, when he came back from Peru
about a year ago,

he would call himself Farouk
once in a while.

He was different after that.

I mean, after the trip to Peru.

Did anything in particular
happen to him there?

Yes.

I mean... no, not to him.

He was with his friends,
these rafters,

these white-water rafters, and...

he didn't go.

I mean, he didn't participate
in the expedition

because he told me he heard
this inner voice

telling him not to go.

And they were angry with him.

And they went into those rapids, and...

all of them drowned.

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Check it out.

It's perfect.
This is our river.

This is where we need to be.

I don't know.

We should go further down
and see how it turns out.

Brad!

Why are you acting so strange?

I'm just looking at the river.

Well, that's our challenge.

I don't like your attitude, Brad.

Are you chickening out or something?

It's as simple as that.

I'm not going rafting down that river.

What do you mean by that?

I mean that I'm not going
to take your vitamin pills.

I mean I'm not going to take
your vitamin pills.

I'm not going to drink your herbal tea.

I'm not going to the sweat lodge

with the 108-year-old Native American

who reads Hustler magazine
and smokes Kool cigarettes.

I'm not going to discover my boundaries.

I am going to stunt my inner growth.

I think I shall become a Muslim.

Call me Farouk.

And he was different after that.

He changed somehow.

He told me he would only follow
this inner voice,

no matter what.

And you couldn't talk him
into anything after that.

And he spoke about God.

Often.

How he'd seen him.

Brad, darling...

can't you see I'm trying
to straighten the bed?

Forget about the bed.
Listen to this.

My dear children,
I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I'm just so happy for you both.

I'm so glad you two are together.

Here, dears.

I've brought you some brownies
I just baked.

Brad, can't you see that Ingrid

is trying to straighten the bed?

You have to keep your eye on him.

You know how he is.

Can't she ever knock?

You've got to listen to this.

I don't want to listen to that.

You need to listen to me.

You've got to move out of here.

You're too old to have
your mom buying your clothes

and serving you cookies-

Okay, okay.
But she means well.

Just for the night.

Thank you.

You've got to be patient, you know?

She needs me.

She lost her husband
when I was barely two years old.

Why do you never call him your father?

Because I never knew the man.

Listen to this.

Subject of this song is,
I'm born to preach the gospel,

and I sure do love my job.

I'm born...

To preach the gospel

I'm born...

This is it!

To preach the gospel

This is what I mean.

It's the real thing.

And I sure do...

I mean...

It's him.

Him who?

Him. Him.

Him. Him. God.
That's who.

I've seen him. I've seen God.

Ever since I was a child,
I knew he was very close.

Right here in the house.

Where?

In the kitchen.

This is him.

This is... this is God.

This is what he looks like.
See?

This is the face of God.

You see... how kind he is?

Oh! Brad...

I am so glad to see you
back to low-fat foods.

I didn't think that bacon and eggs
was doing you any good.

Yes, Mom.

You know, the next day
he wanted to buy me a home?

This is the house.

But I said to him,
"Brad, this house is not for sale."

So he just moved on
to the next one over there.

Well, then I'm going to buy you this one.

Brad, darling...

I know you mean well,
but I don't want to live here.

It's too close to your mother's house.

Besides, we have to start our own lives.

Well, then I'll buy you this one.

It's further.
See?

I don't know.

How about this one?

No.

Brad, where will you get the money from?

You don't have the money.

I plan to come into some.

Brad, this house isn't for sale either.

So what?

So what?

So what?

So what?

Brad, stop that.

I want you to stop that right-right now.

Wouldn't it be nice
to live on the moon,

with banks of television screens

where we could watch
the Earth transform?

We would live in seclusion.

A honeymoon on the moon.

Brad.

Detective,

why would Brad get up so early,

urge me to come over right away,

and then walk across the street

and attack some neighbors
that he barely knows?

Miss Gudmundson,

I have to inform you...

the suspect did not attack his neighbors.

He stabbed his mother,
and she is dead.

His mother?

Why his mother?

I just... I don't understand.

He loved her so much.

I remember this dinner
we had the other night.

Oh...

Oh, you can do better than this.

- Oh, no, Mom.
- My goodness.

That's okay, I've had...

- Just one tiny, tiny, tiny...
- I'm finished.

- I had two helpings.
- Just one tiny...

Thank you.
It was delicious.

It was.

And there will be
a little something else.

I hope it's not Jell-O.

Oh, Mom, Jell-O.

It's very nice,

but I just can't eat another thing.

But, Brad, you love Jell-O.

Be a good boy.
It's good for your bones.

No, Mom, please,
I can't eat another thing, okay?

Besides, this Jell-O looks hideous.

I think I'd better feed it
to the flamingos.

Oh, come on, Brad.
You don't really mean that.

Mom, I'm sorry.
I was just kidding.

Really, I don't even know
how to tell you

how great I think you are.

You're... you're the greatest mother
in the world.

Oh... Brad.

I wish your father were alive
to hear you talk this way.

Tonight I'm gonna take my best girls out.

We're gonna go driving
over Coronado Bridge

at over 90 miles an hour.

Brad, you know your driving scares me.

You always drive too fast.

You know, last night
I took Coronado Bridge

at 130 miles an hour.

I wanted to know how it felt
being in Star Wars,

driving through the valley
of the shadow of death.

Would you like some, Mom?

Of course.

Enough?

Almost. Good.

There you go.

Hey!
Hey, you guys!

I'd like to order a pizza!

And make sure

you get me some transportation

to Mexico...

large enough for me and my two hostages.

And fast!

So we ordered his pizza.

I got an idea.

What if we laced the pizza
with some sleeping pills?

If we put some hot chilies on it,

he'll never taste it.

Thanks, Fargas,
but it's not gonna work.

You watch too much TV.

So what are we gonna do
about the getaway car?

The classic thing.
Just play for time.

Besides, I'm not convinced
about the hostages.

Who's he got in there anyway?

We checked with the neighbors,
and they're all accounted for,

so I don't know.

There's two guys over there
that want to get in,

one guy with a pizza and another guy

who said he just came up
from Los Angeles.

He said Brad called him this morning.

Is his name Meyers?

Yeah. Lee Meyers.

I know him.

We've all been working
on a play together.

This sword cuts deep.

Straight through the lungs.

And justice is flouted...

And stomped in the ground.

The sword smith of destiny...

Hammers the weapon.

A child is brought to this house
to avenge.

Stay right there.
Freeze.

Who the fuck
is gonna deliver this thing?

I'm gonna do it.

Okay.

Your weapon.

- Show him your weapon.
- Okay.

Mr. McCullum, I have...

Mr. McCullum, I have your pizza.

Mr. McCullum!

I have your pizza.

Can you see my gun?

Mr. McCullum!

Can you see my gun?

I'm gonna put my gun down.

- I'm unarmed now.
- Through the garage!

- I'm sorry?
- Through the garage!

Okay.

All right.
I'm unarmed.

I'm walking up now.
Where do you want me to put it?

The center.
The center, right here.

Okay. Okay.

- Closer!
- I'm putting it down right now.

I'm putting it down.

- Closer!
- Okay.

Back off. Back off!

Okay. I'm away.

Okay?

- Go away!
- Okay.

But why don't you let me try?

I'm sure I could walk right in
and bring him out.

He would listen to me.

He would listen to me.

Why else would he call me
at 6:00 in the morning,

desperately asking for help?

You know I can't allow that, sir.

This is a police matter, Mr. Meyers.

And besides, we have
a hostage situation here,

and the special unit
is running the show.

But I would like to ask you
a few questions, if I might.

Can you tell me what
the content of that call was?

He was desperate,
begging me to come right away

because something terrible
was going to happen.

He said to me,

"Lee, everything is crystallizing
into one word:

"'Now,'

capital N, capital O, capital W."

He said he was like a runaway train.

And then he mentioned
something about a sword

which he had used
as a prop in our play.

He killed his mother
with that sword, Lee.

Jesus God.

With that damn thing?

Brad was obsessed with it.

I told him it is too dangerous
for rehearsals.

But he insisted on using it.

I remember when he got it.
I was there.

He made a big fuss
about driving down to his uncle.

He killed his mother?

- Hey.
- Hey, Uncle Ted.

Hey, this is my friend Lee.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You haven't seen the new birds yet,
have you?

No.

Come on out here
and let me show you.

You need to be careful, though.
They can be mean.

Think dinosaurs in drag.

Brad, I thought you said
your uncle ran a chicken farm.

Was!

You know, Lee, I think my uncle

bred the largest chicken in the world.

Was.
It was the biggest.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

- What?
- My glasses.

Out of my pocket!

Doug, he got the glasses again.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's the animal.

That's it. Take it.

This is disgusting.

Don't you do that again.

Brad, this is disgusting.

Maybe we should get away from the fence.

Good one, Doug.
Good one.

I had this one rooster, Ben,

a behemoth.

This thing weighed 45 pounds.

It was bigger than any damn turkey
you ever saw.

So you raised him for cockfights.

Fuck no, man.
For meat.

Why pluck 20 when you
can pluck just one?

- Well, that's true.
- But the beast.

The beast was Willard.

You remember Willard, don't you?

- Oh, yeah.
- He was a monster.

Yeah, they got too large,
too mean, too dangerous.

And could Willard kick.
He was angry.

You see these holes here?
See 'em?

To approach him,

you had to hold this up like a shield.

And damn if he didn't jump up
and kick holes in it.

And when I was down to my last can,

that was it, boy; I'd had enough.

I'll be burning their spurs off
with a blowtorch.

And where are they now,
these big birds?

Well, after Willard,

they couldn't produce
no more offspring.

I think they got too heavy
to jump the hens.

Uncle Ted, I came about the sword.

Now... what exactly did you say
you needed this sword for?

We need it for a theatrical production.

A what?

Brad, do you mean to tell me

that you're serious
about this acting shit?

Yes.

Only faggots and Negroes with attitude

become actors.

Are you a faggot now?

'Cause you don't look
like no Negro to me.

Look, Uncle Ted,
you don't understand.

This is serious stuff.
We're doing a Greek play.

It's been around for 2,000 years.

A Greek play.

Well, the only thing that
Greeks know how to play with

is each other's balls.

Is this one of those Souvaki plays

where the guys all get up
and dance with each other

like a bunch of fairies?

There is a Greek guy,
moved in not long ago

right over there.

I had to lock my sheep up at night,

made 'em so nervous.

A Greek play!

Brad, does your mother know

you're mixed up in shit like this?

Brad...

it isn't a Greek sword.

The style is all wrong.

So what?

So what?

So what?

Brad...

it's really not
the right kind of sword.

You know what the book of Job
has to say?

About swords?

Fuck, no.
About ostriches.

Job 39:13.

"The wing of the ostrich
beateth joyously,

"but are her pinions and feathers

"the kindly storks?

"For she leaveth her eggs on the earth

"and warmeth them in the dust.

"When the time cometh,

"she raiseth her wings on high

and scorneth the horse and his rider."

I knew he was quarrelsome and disruptive.

But we had to accept him
the way he was.

At the same time,
he was so talented.

But he did give me problems.

Let me warn you straight out.

These ancient Greeks were not just

a bunch of philosophers and aesthetes
pussyfooting around.

They were into the real thing.

So as I was saying before,

we're dealing here with a trilogy.

You know that the king
comes home from Troy

only to be killed by his wife.

Then the son returns home to avenge him,

to take his mother's life.

But there's a history to this curse

that weighs on these people.

The killing goes on for generations.

Orestes is just the last link

in a bloody chain.

It all starts with Tantalus,

the one who spends his eternity in hell,

chained to a rock by the gods,

starving for grapes just beyond his reach.

He is the source of our word "tantalize."

He is at the root of our own curse,

lusting for something we want
but we cannot have.

He challenged the gods, this Tantalus.

He wanted to see if they were real.

So he invited them for dinner.

And just as a test,

he served up his son in a stew.

The gods puked up his flesh

so he could still father
more cannibals and killers.

It's like his own son Atreus

who cooked the son
of his brother Thyestes

and then invited him for a feast.

I'm saying, to understand Orestes
and the curse,

you must feel the whole weight

of this godforsaken Tantalid house,

a dynasty of ruthless kings
and diabolical queens

who eat each other's flesh
and fuck each other's wives...

century after century,
generation after generation.

And only Orestes can lift the curse.

But he has to murder his mother to do it.

So he's damned if he does,

he's damned if he doesn't,

and doubly damned if he wavers.

That's it! That's it.

Razzle them.

Dazzle them.

Razzle-dazzle them.

I'm the director, Brad.

You do what I tell you.

Lee, some people act a role.
Others play a part.

You know, one thing I could just
never get out of my mind.

I never understood what he meant.

He clutched his sword,
and he said to me,

"A bird was the largest animal
I ever killed

before I killed my mother."

How long ago was that?

Weeks, maybe a month.

But rehearsals went very well,

especially when Brad had no lines

and the chorus was performing.

You remember?

In position.

In position!

Concentrate.

Concentrate.
Let's go.

Earth breeds many things,
begetting...

Pain, terror...

And horrors of suffering.

And the depths of the sea teem with...

Murderous monsters.

And flaming comets
stab down through the sky

and blast creatures that fly.

And creatures that crawl.

And things more horrid still
like the cradles of storms...

- Cradle of storms.
- Cradle of storms.

But who can describe
the audacity of man

or the daring and passion of women

that stop at nothing
and lead to mortal ruin?

The cruel bitch of female passion

can break apart the yoke
that joins a pair

and force apart the dark embrace...

Of beasts and man alike.

This sword cuts deep.

Straight through the lungs.

And justice is flouted...

And stomped in the ground.

And the sword smith of destiny...

Hammers the weapon.

A child is brought to this house
to avenge...

To lift the seeping stain
of ancient blood.

Brought by her, we shudder to name

the dark, brooding fury.

But there was always trouble

whenever we rehearsed Brad's part.

What was the play about?

About a son killing his mother.

Child...

you have in mind to slay,
and slay your mother.

Oh, no, you slay yourself.
You, not I.

Beware... your mother's
vengeful hounds from hell.

I must heed my father's,
not spare you.

Did she do it... or did she not?

Bear witness here.

This robe...

she dyed it in the blood

that ran around her lover's sword.

Brad, this isn't a Greek robe.

This spurted stain
has aided time to blur

the many dyes
that once adorned this robe.

I stand here now, made glad,

made mad with blood,
exalting... wailing.

Hear me, woven web that slew my father.

Stop it, stop it, Brad.
Enough, enough.

You skipped a hundred lines.

It makes more sense this way.

It does.

You're just standing there,
delivering lines.

You're not acting.

And at this point,
I told you to move.

Lee...

I need to say something to you
about basketball.

We all know you were a great player.

No, you see...
I was a little short for the game,

so I had to become
the classic distance shooter,

a 3-point man.

Now, in one of my games,
it happened.

The ball is passed to me.
I jump; I look.

And in midair, I realize...

I'm shy of midcourt,
some 70 feet from the basket.

And I can't come down,
because if my feet touch,

I'm traveling.

So I have to shoot.

I freeze in midair.

Then everything else around me freezes...

so I shoot.

It was more of a shot-put
than a throw.

And it just swished through.

No. No, it hit the rim... hard.

It kind of rattled in.

That's enough.

That's ridiculous.

But I think I've found it.

What?

I've found the still point.

The unwobbling pivot of the world.

Do you know what I mean?

No.
Can we do it again?

Please?

Chorus, back.

Come on, quick, quick.

Get in position.
Position.

Concentrate.

A Greek play.

Let's go.

Earth breeds many things, begetting...

Pain and terror...

And horrors of suffering.

And the depths of the sea teem with...

Murderous monsters.

And flaming comets stab down
through the sky

and blasts creatures that fly...

And creatures that crawl...

And things more horrid still,

like the cradle of storms.

- Cradle of storms.
- Cradle of storms.

But who can describe
the audacity of man

or the daring and passion of women

that stop at nothing and lead to...

Mortal ruin?

The cruel bitch...

The rooster! The rider!

A man on a rooster!
The rider of the Apocalypse!

The rooster. The rider!

The rider of the Apocalypse.

No, not the rider.
It was the horse owner.

It was the goddamn horse owner
wouldn't let me have the horse.

Look, imagine it's
the opposite time of the year.

There's no snow.

And this...
this horse is fully grown.

And this little guy
would be riding this,

the smallest horse in the world.

And then Willard, my rooster,

would be chasing him around

the biggest tree on this planet.

Now, here's the thing.

The rooster would stand taller

than the rider and the horse together.

- God, that sounds fantastic.
- Yeah.

There was gonna be a commercial.

It was gonna make a bunch of money.

It was gonna be great!

A commercial for what?

How should I know?

But it was gonna be great.

Subject of this song is,
I'm born to preach the gospel,

and I sure do love my job.

Hey, Detective, have a look!

Mr. McCullum, what is this?

It's a flamingo
that slammed into a tree.

Give it to my mother.

He kept talking about his mother...

Mr. Meyers, please.
Please, it's safer here.

I understand.

He was obsessed with her.

When I'd play his mother

and lay murdered at his feet,

he whispered to me,

"Twitch your feet.

I wanna see my mother's feet
dancing her to heaven."

He disrupted our rehearsals
so many times

that I had to take him
out of the play.

I hated to do it because
he was really so very good.

It was really very sad.

He took it hard.

He just couldn't get it
out of his system.

He just couldn't shake it.

When we took the play to Calgary,

he came all that way
with his mother

just to see the performance.

That was the last time I saw him.

He was with his mother.

He seemed so caring.

And he really was taken with the city.

He was so fascinated by it:

All those glass tubes.

Brad, where are you going?
What are you doing?

Can't you see it, Lee?

This is the tunnel of time.

Wouldn't it make the perfect stage

for a cosmic melodrama?

Like a hound on the trail
of a wounded deer,

we will track him down
by the drip of blood.

I snort, lungs bursting,

from long man-slaughtering toil.

Ranging over every corner of this Earth.

In pursuit...

Without wings, I have flown over oceans.

And now that this man is here...

- Somewhere...
- Cowering...

The scent of human blood

grins wide for me.

- Look!
- Look!

- Look!
- Look everywhere.

Cast your eyes in every direction.

Don't let this mother-killer

get away unscathed.

I now stand here, made glad,

made mad with blood,

exalting, wailing.

I slew her.

I deny no word hereof.

Hear me, woven web that slew my father.

This robe, she dyed it in the blood

that ran around her lover's sword!

Yes, you must tell
the manner of your deed.

Drawn sword in hand,
I lopped her head.

Who, and by craft of who,
did urge you on?

Fate and necessity made me do it!

Brad, don't participate.
You're disturbing the play.

Just be quiet.

Draw from their killers blood
to answer blood.

Brad? Brad.
Brad, let's go.

Brad, let's go.

Brad?
Brad. Brad.

- Yes.
- What is it?

Lee, you don't need
to give me such a close look.

Okay? Yeah, I admit
I've been crying a lot lately.

But it's strange.

The tears only come out
of my left eye...

never my right.

How do you explain that?

Why is everyone staring at the house?

Why is the whole world staring at me?

Why are the mountains staring at me?

Why do the clouds look down upon me?

Why are the clouds looking upon me?

Why is everyone staring at me?

Why is the whole world staring at me?

Why is the whole world staring at me?

All right, team one,
up on the roof.

Team two, shore up the wall.

Team three, into that garage.

Team four, go long, perimeter.

Let's go, fellas.
Move out.

Lieutenant,

we have a relative

and close friend of the suspect here.

I think they can be useful.

All right.

Put 'em in the van.
Be there in a minute.

Joey, keep me posted, okay?

In the van.
Come on.

Hi, I'm Lieutenant Brown. Ma'am.

Look, try not to be...

too distressed about all this, okay?

Because right now,
we're just assessing the situation,

all right?

Now, I appreciate
if you stay here in the van

so when I need you,
I know where you are.

- Can you do that for me?
- Yeah.

All right.
Stay with them?

Same old thing.

It rings 30 times,
but he doesn't pick up.

Let me try to get in there.

Look, I can offer myself up
as a hostage.

He can take me in a swap.

No, you won't.

I can do it. I can do it.

It's not protocol.
Look, my show. I run it.

You take orders,
or you get behind the perimeter.

Is that clear?

Thank you.

I'm really sorry.

How totally inconsiderate of me.

Neither of you have had
any coffee. Here.

Thank you.

And forgive me
for not thinking of it sooner.

You know, when we were up in Canada,

I realized that Brad was crying a lot.

He didn't like to talk about it

or else made a joke out of it.

But I remember, one time,

he turned to me,
a little bit more serious,

and said,

"I cried in the laundry room
for four years

until they renovated it
and used it for something else."

Yeah, it was only two days ago
that he called me, desperate,

from Tijuana.

He was crying, and he was telling me

about this hotel room he was in

and how he had placed
prescription glasses

around the light on his night table.

I went across the border the next morning
to pick him up.

Now...

did you buy all these
prescription glasses?

What do you mean

by placing prescription glasses

like this, Brad?

This is my way of bringing
heaven to Earth.

You see...

No, no, no, no, no.
It's okay.

Oh, not today, not today.

But I'll take a card.
It's all right, okay.

Maybe later. Okay.

Thank you, thank you.
No, no, no, no, no.

Not today. No, it's okay.
Thank you.

As soon as we got back to the States,

he wanted to go to the naval hospital

in San Diego.

I was glad...

because I thought he wanted treatment
for his depression.

There.
You turn up here.

Turn right.

But that's...
the naval hospital, Brad.

I want to go to the naval hospital.

Right.

Right here.

My father died here.

Sir?

I would like to visit the sick.

Sir, who would you like to visit?

The sick.
The sick in general.

Oh, the general.

Well, I'm not certain if he's in.

Why don't you just park your car
over there, sir?

One more time, sir.

Who do you mean by "the sick"?

Madame...

I mean the sick in general.

Sir, you can't visit
the sick in general.

Can I at least buy
a pillow for the sick?

You can inquire at the gift shop
about the...

but, sir, please wait one moment

while I make a call.

Hello?
It's the front desk.

No, this man just came.
He's asking about a...

I don't know.
Just stop him!

He's asking about the sick
or a pillow, I don't...

Security, there's a man
going to the gift shop.

Yes, civilian.
With a woman, right now.

He's behaving very strange.

Brad.

They're calling security.

Brad!

Brad, let's...
let's just go, okay?

Look how beautiful San Diego is.

It's like the city of God.

Do you... mean to leave it here?

Yeah. I'm hoping
some young future player

will find it.

Did you see that, Ingrid?
The whole world almost stopped.

What do you mean?

Brad... I didn't see anything.

Excuse me, sir.
I'd like to give you this.

Your bag?

Yes, as a gift.
I insist, please.

No. What am I supposed to do
with this bag?

Just take it.
It's wonderful.

It's got all kinds of- see?

Oh, wait, I've got
to keep this one thing,

but you can have the rest.

No, you know, I can't.
I don't know.

Enjoy it. Thank you.

Okay, uh...

Brad, all your glasses are in there.

Oh, it's okay.
I can read without 'em.

I'm just following
this inner voice.

It feels so good to say good-bye
to your things.

And then?

After Balboa Park,
I brought him home,

to my place.

That was yesterday.

He slept for most of the day,

and then at night,
he got restless.

He started talking a lot
about machinery,

how much he hated it.

And then he disconnected
all the clocks

and the refrigerator.

And then he went outside

and started banging on his car

so hard that it scared me.

When he finally came back in,

he had that pillow with him.

And he gave me this look

that I'd never seen before,

and that's when I got really scared.

I said to him, "Brad, I don't want
you staying here tonight."

And he just... he left
without saying a word.

Detective, the Roberts woman

seems to have recovered her speech.

She says she's feeling much better

and she can talk to you now, sir.

I'm coming.

Miss Roberts, I know
this is difficult for you,

but could you tell me
how it all started?

Well, it all seemed so normal.

It was early in the morning,

and of course, we were up
having our coffee

when Brad came across the street
with his mother.

Actually, she was hurrying ahead,

and he was following
a few steps behind.

My mother offered her some coffee

because she sensed
that Miss McCullum

wanted to talk to her
about something.

So she said to me,

"Why don't you take Brad
out in the back

and show him your garden?"

So I took him outside

and showed him my dried-out flowers

and all the dust,

talked to him about the problems

I was having with water shortage.

And he seemed to be very interested
in all of this.

And then when he tossed
his baseball bat at me,

I asked him, I said,
"Brad, what are you doing?"

No, but that was later.
No, let me tell the detective.

When they were out back,

my daughter and Brad McCullum,

Mrs. McCullum leaned in
and whispered to me...

Brad tried to smother me
with a pillow.

Oh, no.

He wasn't kidding.

I think we should call the police.

- Oh...
- Now, this has gone far enough.

We've got... here he comes.

But I'm calling.

She's had so much trouble
with this garden

with no rain, you know,
and everything, so...

Adele, you sit here.

I want you to sit here.

Excuse me.

How about some coffee, Brad?

I'll pour you a cup of coffee.

Oh, no.

No, wait, I...

I got to go get my cup.

Can't start the day
without my special coffee cup.

It took quite a while
till he returned,

about ten minutes or so.

We almost thought
he wasn't coming back.

We were discussing whether or not
we should call the police

when he walks in
with his coffee cup.

Mmm, boy, Mrs. Roberts,

you sure do make
the best coffee around.

Where's he going?

He's going to his car.

He's got a bat.

Here. Take it.

- Brad, what are you doing?
- Hit me.

What?

Kill me before it happens.

Kill me before it happens!

Kill me.

What are you doing?

Kill me!

When he ran her through
the first time...

Ran her through?
What do you mean?

When he ran her through
with the sword,

she said calmly,
"My son, my son,

what have ye done?"

That was the last time
she ever spoke.

There was no screaming.

In fact, no one screamed,
least of all his mother.

I was astounded at the silence.

Okay.
We're gonna give this a try.

You ready?

You stay behind here,
and no heroics.

Brad!

It's me, Lee.

I came down from L.A.

Ingrid here is with me.

I'm here, Brad!

Brad, it's going to be all right.

I promise you,

nothing's going to happen to you.

But you have to come out, Brad.

Brad, it makes no sense
keeping the hostages.

Let them go!

Yeah!

In a minute, Lee.
I'm still feeding them.

Brad, it's me.

Talk to me.

Tell me, who are the hostages?
What are their names?

McNamara and McDougal!

Oh, my God!

They're his flamingoes!

They're his birds!

What do you mean by birds?

They're my eagles in drag.

It's okay. It's okay.

Come on.
That's all right.

I hate it that the sun
always comes up in the east.

Police! Don't move!

Put your hands in the air!

Turn around and face the wall!

Put the weapon down slowly.

Now, walk,

walk back towards my voice.

Keep coming. Keep coming.

Slow down. Keep coming.

Stop there.
On your knees.

Hands on your head.

I want to be left in the desert,
in the wild.

I want to be taken
south of the border.

I have taken a new vocation
as a righteous merchant!

Hi, Ingrid. Hi, Lee.

Sorry, folks, I can't allow
communication with the suspect.

Please step back.

Detective, do me a favor.

Can you include two things
in your report?

One, forget about flamingoes.
I see ostriches.

I see ostriches running.

And two...

what ever happened to my basketball?

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