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OK, let's go close off.

Ohh.

What did I say?

Didn't I say I wasn't going
to do this again with you tonight?

I'm about to feel hurt.

You're about to really hurt me.

Where's Daddy?

Excuse me?

You know where Daddy is.

Daddy's dead.

Are you trying to hurt me?

I don't care.

I want Daddy.

You want Daddy too?

Come on, you wanna go away?

Let's go.

How you go?

I can't.

Ohh.

But of course you can.

You're big enough to hurt mommy.

You're big enough for this.

Nobody's allowed up there.

Do you want to go up too?

What is that?

Are you nodding?

This is it.

We don't talk about you anymore.

Get.

Sir.

Already happening.

Already over?

There's a video inside.

Mora.

Mona Walter.

We're gathered here space
community altogether.

By your love for Mona
and by a feeling of beauty.

The duty to more
and more was passing.

But also to celebrate
momma's life.

No, no.

Who was petrified of squirrels?

Mother who single handedly built
a super business beyond

her wildest dreams.

Growing up, who was an endlessly
dedicated wife

to her adoring husband,

who passed away

tragically just as their life together
was blossoming.

And Mona,

who was a devoted mother
to her sole surviving son,

Beau, whom she loved so deeply,

and

who was elected not
to be present with us today.

More loved Paul with a love
that could move mountains.

In fact, I suggest when we leave,

we cheque on the mountains
to make sure they're OK.

For people's sake.

I hope she does that.

I wish I could tell her that.

And I I did.

I loved her.

That it's in accordance
with her last wishes

that we now play this song.

Her favourite song?

You shouldn't.

Send.

So.

You too.

Is there someone in

your life?

Taking.

Just to tell you.

One second.

Goodbye.

You don't know what I'm talking about yet.

Hello.

Isn't it a shame?

Hello.

Each other's heart.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

I thought it started at 8:00 PM.

OK,

flowers, I'm just looking here I guess.

We're getting, she says,
me money.

This certainly isn't the timing.

Probably not the person.

OK.

Things take so long.

I'll be leaving, then I just need
to call another Uber.

I'm sorry again.

Not too many people.

That we all just the same.

Guilty.

19.

I.

OK.

It's me.

Spoon.

Oh my God.

Ohh.

No,

it can't be.

I can't believe it's you.

Oh my God.

I mean, of course it's you.

This is your mom.

I'm so sorry.

For your loss.

What are you doing here?

Just trying to, you know,
pay my respects and.

I guess I give you
my condolences.

Since you're actually here, I.

So sorry.

I can't believe it's you.

Can't believe it's you?

Did I look different?

You recognise me?

Well now.

Yeah, the same.

No, I'm not.

Yeah.

Well, here the same too,
except for your body and your face.

You've worked.

What do you mean?

I did until last week.

There was actually just January
Sorrows before he came.

I brought this like pure wine.

Until last week.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I waited.

Yeah.

Having nothing in writing.

What did you do?

OK.

Do you want to coincide?

Do you want me to leave?

Skip.

Bedroom square.

The Dragon's lair.

Thank you, doesn't it?

Why don't you go
to the bathroom?

When you come back,
I'll be ready.

You didn't get undressed.

Yep.

Sorry, hey.

Yeah.

Here.

You're so tense.

Ohh.

I'm sorry.

Just because,
you know it's been.

Yeah, me too.

Like that.

You know how much?

Yeah.

Didn't really kind of go well.

Did you really?

Really.

Ohh.

Is it on?

All the way.

Oh my God.

Thank you.

Nice.

Wait.

I know.

Yeah.

Wait a second.

So.

Ohh.

Yeah.

Ohh.

Oh.

Oh my.

God.

Ohh.

I really feel that.

It looks like he just busted her back.

Ah.

All right, come too.

Hold on.

Don't know.

Right.

Ah.

Yeah.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Oh my God.

I was going to.

Thank you.

Yeah.

No, please continue
as if I wasn't here.

What would be next?

No.

You don't look especially
overjoyed to see me.

I was dead just a minute ago.

This is a miracle.

Period of this feed, Harry.

She worked for you.

I sincerely doubt
that, sweetheart.

But if you're right,
you can let her know she's fired.

Hello.

How many years from from the beginning,
how is your head feeling?

It looks like you're really
banged up your face.

You could have a concussion.

You don't feel the scientist?

You know we were.

And then my house, actually,
you're in my house, sweetheart,

and my house is your house,

which you always will be.

But if you know where you are.

Then you must also know
where you just were

and where you just did what you just did,

which I saw every second of.

You didn't just wake up suddenly
and you were there.

You didn't just get dropped
in out of the blue.

To your surprise,

your deceased mother's room only days

after what you believed was her

death.

You didn't get just get deposited
there by accident.

Yes, I know you did.

I knew you weren't dead.

I saw with my own eyes exactly
what you knew and what you didn't know.

You saw my body.

So the proof.

And those were just hands.

That's right.

Goodnight, baby.

Goodnight, Martha.

And if I hear any noise,
I'll break back in and cheque.

Please.

Ohh.

What do you do that, Sir?

Do that to her?

Maybe I would never do anything
to the loyal and devoted housekeeper

who gave me 37 years

of unconditional service.

She volunteered.

Yeah,

no shit.

I couldn't restrain her
from volunteering.

For how much?

Enough that every member
of her extended family.

Quit their job
on the same day.

And won't ever need
to work again.

And you know something else.

It was worth every penny.

Because now I know.

You know everything.

What do you thinks about?

Do you really think so?

Do you also think I didn't know

when you called to give me
the big bad news about your

fictitious keys being stolen
from your imaginary door?

You think a mother can even help
but see through her sons blatant

lies and falsehoods

and endless schemes?

You think this is any different
from the time you gave me

the exact same CD for my birthday

that you gave me the year before?

And would you also gave
your fucking high school counsellor?

Or when you bought me that,

Kitchen said the very week

after I publicly swore off cooking.

Even when you were a baby,

you rejected me and refused
to breastfeed while every other

smug cunt on the street had happened.

Docile baby sucking
their tits dry.

You think I hear the absurd story
of you missing your flight,

and that I don't absolutely

know that I have any chance of a doubt

that you never from the
very start intended

to

make that flight?

The truth?

Surprise.

The shot would have been
you actually coming now.

That would have spun
my head like a top.

I wouldn't have known what to do.

I'd have thrown myself
flopping on the floor,

begging God's forgiveness
for ever having

doubted you.

But still, I would have been struck
stupid with disbelief.

Why are you walking away?

Where you going?

What's behind the door bowl?

Where on earth are you gonna go?

You've always acted like some beautiful,
doting little boy.

As if it's throwing me off some scent.

None of us ever been real.

You spent your whole
life going around asking

every half what you could find.

If I do this,
can I avoid this?

Or will that happen is if you were born
without the mechanism to choose?

You let it all resolve itself.

In the absence of you,
you make everyone do it for you.

You think that makes you innocent?

My own mother wouldn't
even touch me.

Not if it was simply just tell me
out if I was on fire.

I wasn't worthy of her love.

I hadn't earned it,
and I never earned it.

No matter what I did,

no matter how much of my deepest real self

I denied and buried

and smothered until it was dead,
none of it mattered.

She blamed me for everything
her mother did to her.

When I had you.

I promised I will never do that to him.

I will give him
all the love I have.

You know what I tell people
when they ask me how my son is doing?

I say your guess
is as good as mine.

How I wish that were true.

Tell me more about that.

And I was just starting
to like my own stuff

and do my own things.

She take all those changes
very personally and get very bad.

Sad make me feel bad
about it until I stopped.

So through the winning process,

she took your displays
of autonomy as a betrayal.

Exactly.

What do you mean?

Can you give me an example?

Well, like you would give me
lots of love.

Ohh, I gave you lots of love.

I'm sorry, but but if I
didn't give it back to her

in the exact same way,

she saw it

as me being not thankful
and like trying to hurt her.

The love was conditional.

Yes.

This is very good for you both.

Over 300 sessions and that was about
as flattering to me as they get.

Which one was my favourite?

Germany, October 3, 2018.

How could you?

How can you do this to me?

Having it since I was little.

Or I'm a little boy.

Probably the same age just
when I started having the dream.

And there's another me
who's identical.

He's braver.

He asks her about my father.

Because I'm too scared.

And then?

She sends him away
and locks him up.

Upstairs.

And she never talks
about him again.

What is it you want to know
about your father if you weren't afraid,

if there were no

consequences for the truth?

And ask her.

Just tell me the truth.

Do you feel she didn't tell you
the truth?

Yes.

Yes.

I know, I know now.

I know the truth.

I.

I met my father, met them
there in the woods, and I know.

Why did you lie to me?

Do you want the truth now?

Yes.

Follow me.

There.

That's right.

There's a lot up there.

Something's over your protection

both and I want you to remember
that I kept this from

you.

No, you want the truth,
and I think you deserve it.

Don't worry, sweetheart.

I'll be right behind you.

Right behind you.

Don't worry.

Hope you come.

Don't worry,
I'll be right behind you.

Don't worry, sweetheart.

Just.

And my mind you.

This is exactly my dream,

and it wasn't a dream,
it was a memory.

This.

I didn't want you to know.

Do you think now we are live?

Wow.

That was your father.

Ohh.

And I would have.

Please.

Please please please.

You selfish little boy.

What are you crying about?

Do you have any idea when I had
to go through

to bring it away to this world?

Stand up?

You're quoting now.

You need a mother now.

Ever since you've clawed
your way out of me,

I've had to dig down deep
to my very bottom

and squeeze the lime
out of myself.

But still, I gave it to you.

I'm giving you my whole fucking life,

which you took and you took
and you took and I

squeezed myself empty.

I gave you everything.

And what do I get back?

What do I have?

Insults and and empty promises.

You promised to never hurt me.

Do you even remember that one?

You promised 100 fucking times
you swore on your own life?

But your promises are nothing
but shit.

I've been grounded down to nothing.

I love and panic and worry.

Is my baby hungry?

Is he healthy?

Is he scared enough of the world?

And the fruit of all this anguish?

Is grief.

And hatred.

Yes, yes, hatred, I do.

I do.

Mommy.

OK.

Please, can you breathe?

He breathe.

I'm sorry I didn't meet you.

OK.

Ohh Isaac Wasserman.

In 1975.

Proceed.

We are gathered now.

To assess the extent.

Of the subjects guilt.

To begin with.

KCBD innocuous tradition.

Every Monday before his weekly
appointment to scapegoat his mother.

The subject of this is his local park
to feed the dogs,

just as he never missed an opportunity
to feed his therapist fish.

Yes.

Harry.

But what happens?

When he meets a human beggar.

That very night.

I went to see.

That the subject will go out of his way
to feed a bird or a fish,

but not to support.

A suffering member
of his own species.

Everyone would

like strangers.

This is nothing new.

The subject has launched
every day around relieving

the suffering of those less fortunate.

By all indications,
he has a healthy, functioning conscience.

He just chose to ignore it.

In the following episode.

Day 49 of his 9th year
he goes shopping with his mother.

One point she lost him,

or so she thought.

Fearing the worst, she panics.

She searches the building.

She cries out for the boy

who was in fact hiding behind a corner,

watching the whole

thing.

Genuinely lost.

Seeing her friend stating

that he hasn't treated
for fear of punishment,

it was in this

frantic state of mind that his mother
had tripped and fell,

tearing ligaments in her

knee and badly harming her, right?

And still

the subject did not intervene.

Consider now the subject
at age 15, day 210.

We need himself in the rare
company of other boys.

The subject,

hoping to impress
his horrendous new friends,

invites them into his home
while his mother

is out buying him gifts
for his birthday.

He lets them into her private bathroom

and allows them to rifle
through her dirty laundry.

And inspect and ultimately steal
her undergarments.

Ohh God is treasure me.

Even his supposed acts of but for this
are emblematic of a greater hypocrisy.

Take this very week.

This subject asked Grace
and Roger to drive him home

so that he might bury his mother

and commence proper warning.

Roger

offered the option.

I'm driving home tonight

if the offer of driving tomorrow

wasn't soon enough.

Chose to drive home tomorrow,

further postponing a trip

that had already been outrageously

delayed.

And if one examines the expression
on his face

when Roger made this challenge.

One can only conclude

that the subject was panicked

at the idea of returning home.

Surgery.

When I was doing the news.

Hi again.

Continuing to bear this in mind.

I asked you.

To consider yesterday,

not three hours after meeting
a mocked up, didn't we?

Who made clumsy eyes at him?

Did he gift her with a
tributary gift intended

for no one less than his recently deceased

mother?

Now when the pregnant son offered
to return this special gift.

Did he insist that this porous?

Thank you.

Ohh

no, no way.

I like it.

What?

What?

It it.

Please.

Somebody please no.

I'll be please.

What?