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He hit his head.
He did not.

Did he just hit
his head?

No, he just caught him.

But he hit the floor.
I saw him.

No, he didn't.
You dropped him!

Sweetheart,
I promise you. He's fine.

Why isn't he crying?

He'll be crying
He should be crying,
right?

He will be crying
in no time.

Where are you taking him?

What What is wrong?

Why isn't he breathing?

Did you kill him?
No!

Did you kill my baby?

I saw him breathing.

Did you drop him?
No! I did not.

You made me have him.
The nurse is getting him.

Yes, we are! We're

Why are you flinging
him?

I accidentally drank
mouthwash Friday night.

You can't get stomach cancer
that way

Not from one time.

I drank a mouthful
a couple weeks ago, too.

I'm sure it's fine.

I'm visiting my mother
tomorrow.

I know you are.
Your father's anniversary.

The day he died.

How you feeling about that?

You know,
I never met him.

I meant how you feeling
about going home.

I had that dream again.

Let's stay on track.

How are you feeling
about the trip?

It's good I'm going back.

It's been a long time.

Has it?

Several months.

Are you feeling guilty
about that?

And, um,

when you're out there,

are you going with
any sense of a plan?

Hoping for a certain outcome?

Like what?

Do you feel like you're going
with realistic expectations?

If the last time
you were thirsty,

you went to a well and
the water made you sick,

are you gonna go back
to that specific well,

expecting it to be safe?

Hmm.

Do you ever wish
that she was dead?

What?

Of course not!

Well, it wouldn't
be so crazy if you did.

We can sort of want
these things

and also not want them at all.

Those feelings can coexist.

We're here so we can air
those kinds of thoughts.

Okay.

How's the Hydrotipnol?
Still making the eyes itchy?

Only if I don't keep blinking.

Is it helping the anxiety?

Um

Tell you what,

I'm gonna write you a script
for a very cool new drug

which I think

should be smoother
on all fronts.

Always with water.

Always. And if your breathing
changes or you feel warm,

call me immediately.
That's serious.

Break a leg.

Hi, carrot, it's Mom.

I'm just calling to say that

I'm so, so, so excited
to see you tomorrow.

Joseph?
You're my angel,

and I love you.

Okay. I love you. Okay.
Bye, sweetie. I love you.

Listen to your mother

when I tell you
to not leave my side!

Hello.

-Can I please see this one?
-That one?

You think I won't!

Do you fucking want me
to do it?

Oh, yeah?

Beep beep!

Excuse me.
What is that man doing?

We're trying
to get him to jump.

Shut up, bitch!
Fuck you!

Get away from me.
Stop fucking with me!

Get away from me.
You get away from me.

Chicken noodle for you.

Get away.
You look like

a minestrone man.

-Fuck you!
-Stay away!

It's hot!

Jeez,
we're running low on crackers.

Hey, Dad.

Search
continues for the man

known as
Birthday Boy Stab Man,

who in the last week
has claimed three more lives.

He is known for prowling
the streets without clothes

and stabbing
random pedestrians

in the neck and guts.

Witnesses have identified him
as a circumcised white male

Hello?

Help!

Please help!

I need some sleep!

Oh, yeah?

Come on, dance!

Excuse me, sir? My bag
and my key were just here.

You're fucked, pal.

Hey, wait a minute.
Why would you say that?

Hello?
Oh, hi, Mrs. Wolski.

This is Beau Wassermann
from apartment 303.

I'm calling because
my keys were

No, please, no solicitors!

No, no. Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm not a solicitor,

I'm one of your tenants.
I need a locksmith.

-I'm late for the airport.
-Thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?
Hi, Martha.

I'm sorry, is Mom there?

Beau! Sweetie!
Yes, she's right here.

Beau?

Hi, Mom.

Hi Hi, carrot.
Are you at the airport?

No, not yet.

Are you on your way?

-Are you in the cab?
-No, Mom

How long is the cab ride?

Mom, I
I don't want to worry you,

I was on my way,

but something, uh

I don't know.
I was up all night

because my neighbor
kept leaving notes

underneath my door
about noise,

even though
I didn't make any noise.

And I overslept,
and when I went to leave,

I forgot something,
I went back in.

And then
I came back out and

and my key was stolen
out of my door.

Oh, my God.

So where are you
calling me from now?

My apartment.

Wait, what time is it?
Isn't it 4:30?

Yeah, I know.

Baby, your flight
is in an hour!

I know, but Mom, my key
got stolen out of my door.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom

Okay, sweetheart.
I understand.

Wait, what's okay?
No, it's not.

What do you understand?

No, of course it isn't.
Your keys are stolen.

That's terrible.

They were stolen.

Then we'll just do
another visit another time.

I can even come to you,
so it's not such a pain.

It's not a pain,
it's never a pain.

You know what?
I can still just come to you.

I'm still coming,
I'm on my way. I just

What do you think I should do?

What do you think I should do?

I'm sure you'll do
the right thing, sweetheart.

What is the right thing?

What would be
the right thing for you?

Do I call the police?

Or maybe there's a way for me
to just still come home now.

But is that safe?

If If my apartment's open
to the public,

and somebody has my keys,
I don't know what's going on.

I mean, it doesn't sound safe.

It's not safe, is it?

Beau

What?

No.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about your keys,
sweetheart, I have to go.

No, you don't have to go.

-Mom
-I hope you find them.

Wait, wait,
come on, let's fix this.

Let's fix this.

Hello?

Yo, you gonna die, bitch!

Always with water.

Always.

Always.

Always.

Ahh!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Help me! Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me! Help me!

Declined.

What?

No, it's not.
Can you try again, please?

No

Oh, no.

Ah, no good.

Oh, God How much?

You drank already.
You owe $1.79.

-Okay
-$1.79

Oh, no.

Oh, ho-ho!

I call the police.

What? No, no, look,
I'm paying! I'm paying!

30 cents more.

Oh, God

20 now.

Oh, my God
20!

-I know!
-Don't curse me, my friend.

I'm not the one.

Oh, my God!
Five more now.

There!

I call the police!

Mrs. Wolski?

Back away!

Stay away! Get away!

Oh, no! Oh, no!
Get away! Get away!

Get back! Stay away!

Get back!

Get away!
Get away from me!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Again! Again!
Put it back!

Hello?

Sir?

Hello?

Hi,
you've reached Mona!

Leave me a message if you ever
want to speak to me again.

Hi, Mom.

So, I'm trying to book
a flight for tonight,

but the credit card
got declined.

We're sorry.

Your message
did not go through.

Please hang up and

Hello?

Hello?

I'm sorry, who is this?

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm trying to call my mom.

This is your mom's number?

Oh.

Mm? Yeah, it is.

Who Who's this?

I'm with UPS.

Um

I don't know
whose phone this is.

I just called the police.
They're already on their way.

Oh

Okay.

Why?

Hello?

Can you
Can you maybe describe

your mother to me?

Uh

Brown eyes. Red-brown hair?

Can you maybe describe
her physique?

Wait, what's going on?

W Why are you calling
the police?

Listen, I don't know
what this is.

I have a package,

and I only came in
because of the smell,

and the dogs on the block
were all going crazy,

and the door was open,
so I just barely came inside,

but um

there's a lady on the floor.

Well, the body of a lady,
and there's no face or head.

What?

I don't think
I should have answered this.

Police are coming.
This isn't my phone.

I'm truly just finding this.

I'm sorry, you don't
makes any sense. You

What do you mean
there's no face or

or head for who?

I mean, I'm sure there is.

I'm sure it's here.
I'm sure it's everywhere.

A chandelier

fell on top of it.

And it looks like
it dropped off the ceiling

and it fell on a woman.

And it smashed her head,
it's like it evaporated.

But who is it?

What?

Who is it?

I don't know,
I'm trying to be tactful here.

You're saying that
this could be your mom?

What? I didn't say that!

Why are you saying that?

No, you said that to me!

Look, you asked
if your mother was here.

That's what I'm saying,
I don't know who this is!

I just picked up the phone and
that's what you said, okay?

I didn't do this!
I didn't do this! You know?

I swear.

Maybe you called
the wrong number.

Did you dial this number?

It's saved in my phone.

It's saved on your phone?
Okay, maybe you misdialed.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God You

Right? Maybe you misdialed.

Maybe this is all
a big misunderstanding.

-You're scaring me. Okay.
-So, we should hang up

Okay.
-then maybe your mom

-your mom will pick up.
-Okay.

That Okay.
Hang up. Call back.

No, I'm sorry

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Do I have your permission to
check her purse for some ID?

Since it's more likely now
that this is your mom?

Hello?

Is her name

Mona Wassermann?

Is that your mother?

Hello?

Mona Wassermann?
Is that your mom?

Hey. Hey, m

Is there somebody there?

Hi, you've
reached Dr. Jeremy Friel.

Please leave a message,

and I'll return your call
as soon as I'm able.

I'm so sorry.

Please.

Please.

No, no

Help! Help!

Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Police! Oh, my God!

Police!

-Police, please help, will ya?
-Freeze!

Man in my bath,
and a man with a knife

Freeze!
What?

First, drop the weapon!
Drop it!

Drop the weapon!
Drop the weapon!

Drop the weapon! Drop it.

Drop the weapon! Drop it.

Fuck it What
Dude, do not move.

I fucking said do not move!

Freeze!

I'm freezing.
I'm freezing.

-I said fucking freeze!
-I'm not moving!

Trust me.
I'm not gonna say it again.

I'm frozen,
I'm frozen, I'm frozen.

Oh, my God,
don't make me do this.

Do not make me do this,
please. Oh, please.

Please, please,

-don't make me do this!
-No, no.

No, no, no.

Don't make me do this!

I'm coming!

Roger, he's awake.

Did you hit the button?

Are you awake?

How're you feeling?

Strange.

I bet. You've been sleeping
for two days.

What?

Did I get hit with a car?

There was an accident, yes.

Oh, goodness
Uh, I hit you with my car.

Is that this?

There was a stabbing.

You were assaulted.

What?

Just Why? Why?

-What?
-I know!

-Am I dead?
-No.

No. You've been healing
so quickly.

And no organs were hit,

and your
your bleeding was really mild.

What, this is
What room is this?

This is a room in our house,

but it's your home
for as long as you need.

My name's Grace.

Oh, this is Roger.

This is my husband.

Hey, guy. Welcome back.

Thought you'd sleep in, huh?

Roger's a very
respected surgeon.

He's the one who dressed
and treated your wounds.

You're a lucky man.

What is What is this?

That's my little assistant
health monitor.

Keeps track of your condition.

Was that a dream before?

-What is?
-Was that a dream?

The stabbing?

No, my mom.

-YourYour mommy?
-My mommy.

Is my mommy dead?

What was your dream, sweetie?

Her head just gone.

Her what?
Her head.

Oh, no, no, that's a dream.
That was a dream.

No, her head is gone.

No, no, no,
that's a bad dream. It's okay.

Shh. That's a bad dream.

-There you go. Shh. Oh, no.
-My mommy

Just a dream.
It's just a dream.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

That's Nate. Our boy.

Nathan.

He's Army?

82nd Airborne Division.
Caracas.

Killed in action.

Where's that?

Oh, is it time
for dessert already?

Here you go.

And, uh

two for the big man.

By the way, Beau, uh,
not for the dinner table,

but, uh, I noticed
when you first came in,

your testicles

are significantly distended.

Looks like a bad case
of epididymitis.

Let him eat, Roger.

But we should get
an ultrasound

just to be safe.

Oh, Toni!

Ton Come here.

Come here.
Oh, she's not dead,

that's nice.
Come Come in here.

I want you to meet
our new friend.

Beau, this is Toni.

Toni, this is Beau.

Oh, hello.

You enjoying my bed
and all my stuff?

What? That's your bedroom?
Oh, God here we go.

I didn't realize that. I'm

Beau. Take it easy.

Toni's happy to give you
her room.

Yeah, no.

It's not like we have a
totally empty room available,

completely unused.

That's right.
It's not like that.

You know that.

I'm going to school.

Honey, it's Saturday!

Don't mix those, Toni!

Little asshole.

Okay, so you wanna dial nine,
and then you're good.

Do you have the number
you need?

My mom made me memorize it.

Hi, Jeeves!

Uh, Jeeves, um He

Jeeves and my son
served together in Caracas.

He was with him when he died.

Oh, that's gonna be blood.

Did you give him
his meds?

I thought you did!

All right

If you need anything,
just shout.

Stay right there, Jeeves.
Sweetie, don't touch anything.

Hello.

Dr. Cohen?

I'm not a doctor,
Beau, I'm an attorney.

I'm calling about Mom.

Is it true?

Is what true?

That she was discovered
with a collapsed head

in her living room?

That you were
the first person notified

and it's taken three days

for anyone to hear from you?

Yes, Beau,

it's true.

But how?
I was just speaking with her.

I was coming to see her.
I was coming to see her.

Shh!

What

What happened?

Wha What,

am I the first person
you're asking?

A chandelier crushed her head!

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Hello?

What do I do?

What

do

Do I call the

funeral funeral people?

About what?

Do I need to

Everyone was contacted
on the day that she was found.

The burial has been
outrageously postponed.

So

When

When is it now?

A body is to be buried
immediately, Beau.

It shall not remain
all night.

Does that ring a bell?

Do you understand anything?

I just woke up.

I got hit by a car,

and I got stabbed.

It was your mother's
unfortunate wish

that she not be buried
without you present.

So, we are waiting, Beau.

And every minute more
that we wait

only deepens the humiliation.

Okay.

Your mother's body
is being watched at all hours.

There is no rest for her.

There has been no rest
for the people that love her.

You need to be here Beau,

dressed in a suit,
with a eulogy.

You need to stop
the humiliation.

It's all that's being
asked of you.

We'll keep an eye out

for Your Highness's
royal carriage.

Was that okay?

I

I I need to get home.

I I have to get back.

Oh

Baby.

I have to get back.

Paging Dr. Rog.
Dr. Rog incoming.

All right, bub.
I need to go.

A little medley here.

Now.
Under the tongue.

Can you take me?
Come on.

Attaboy.
Oh, God

Oh, God,
oh, God, oh, God

How's our patient?

-He needs to get back.
-Oh, I'm gonna need to go now.

Is there a flight tonight
or this afternoon?

-Or now?
-Oh, sweetheart,

this is the afternoon.

Okay, well,
can we order one or

Whoa, partner!
What are we gonna do?

-Partner, hold your horses.
-Oh, God

He can't fly
in his condition.

Yeah, I was gonna say.

What's the problem,
ol' buddy?

She needs to be buried.
She needs to be buried.

They're waiting for me.
She's

She's humiliated.
She's humiliated, oh, so much.

Beau, listen,

there's nothing worse
than losing a parent.

I lost my mother
when I was 11.

I don't think
I ever got over it.

But I promise you,
we will get you there, easy.

Wasserton's only like
a six-hour drive from here.

Can you take me now?

But you also need to get
some serious rest, my brother.

No! I feel fine.
And some support.

When can you take me?

-Couple days? Then
-What?

Then after the show,

we can all swing back
here together.

-Roger. Roger, please.
-As a family.

Please, I need to
get back now. I need to go.

Heck, Beau, if you need
to get home ASAP

Yeah.
we're just gonna

have to find a way
to take you tomorrow.

What?

Tomorrow Not Not No.
But But

You know what?
today, why not today?

You're right, honey.
Tomorrow.

Roger, please

Oh
What about today?

Not in this condition.

I need
more red and blue.

Hmm

I found it.

All right!

It's beddy-byes
for the Rog-man!

Where's my blushing bride?

Yoo-hoo, babe!

Oh, I'm sorry. I was
just going to the bathroom.

Would you like to trade?

I really don't mind.

Shut my door
and get in my bed.

I really, really, really
don't mind, really.

I like couches.

And I'm leaving tomorrow,
anyway.

Well, if you do change
your mind,

I'm ready to switch whenever.
I'll be happy to.

I'm sorry. Thank you. Sorry.

don't know
where the fuck is it!

touch it? Why would you
touch someone else's shit?

He moved my toothbrush.
He used Did he

Did he fucking use
my toothbrush?

Today's the day, Beau.
How's it feel?

Is he okay with me?

Eh, probably.

It's just his nerves,
Beau.

He's been through a lot.

Just like you.

Man's a hero.

Okay, pal-e-o,
it's you and me!

Grace unfortunately
can't join.

She's got her big
shareholder meeting.

Feelin' sad about
going home, Beau?

Must feel totally unreal.

Yeah

Yeah, I don't know.
I don't know.

Right. So

Not sad exactly.

I mean, yes. Of course.
I just

I think I need
to get there to even

Hey, that makes sense.

That makes all the sense
in the world!

Hello?

Speaking.

Uh-huh.

When did it happen?

Water skiing?

Ugh. Well, yes, no, of course.

Tell them to rush him over.

Oh, my God!

Emergency surgery.

Carl Oberst
split his head open.

One of my oldest patients.

Oh, G
Well, I can't miss work today.

It's all hands on deck.

Oh, my gosh, Carl.

I know. Good ol' Carl.

Okay Okay

Mm

Beau,

this is gonna take a while.

I don't know
if today's gonna happen.

Okay

What do you mean?

I wanna say tonight,

but I already pushed
this morning's surgeries

to tomorrow.

But if I pull 'em all back
to this afternoon,

we could blast off
tomorrow morning!

No, but I have to go today.

I I have to leave today,
my mother

Uh-oh!

See

Mm-mm.

Oh, Beau!

You aren't healed,
my dude.

Not to mention

Maybe there's a way.

Since you're busy,
maybe I can I can fly.

I fly and I can pay you back
when I get my credit card.

It isn't about the money,
Beau.

You can't fly
with your wounds.

The air pressure
will rip you wide open.

Maybe I can take a bus!

I can take a bus.
Can I take a bus?

Or take a train? Or Or
Or a cab?

Beau, we're responsible
for you.

Driving you home is
the absolute least we can do.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.

I'm sorry,
but I have to go today.

I have to go today.

I don't want to impose.
I don't want to

Going tomorrow
won't be an imposition!

It'll be my pleasure.

Okay?

How did you get me here?

Is it, Beau?

Don't just say that.

This is your decision.

Thanks, pal, you're a trouper!
Sorry for the curveball, Beau!

Wait, don't you need
to stitch me up?

Ah, it's fine. Just cut back
on the jumping jacks,

you know what I mean?

In the meantime, my man,
this is your home.

I need to run, too, sweetie.

There's a
Oh,

and I'm giving Jeeves
his medicine,

so if you hear him screaming,
he's just asleep.

Don't forget to hydrate.

What?

Drink lots of water.

We're taking
you back tomorrow.

Goodbye, sweetie.

Tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace

from day to day

What?

What does this mean?

Wait! What does that mean?

Shake a leg.

You've reached
the office of Harold Cohen.

Leave a detailed message.

I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.

Hey, Dr. Cohen.
It's Beau.

I'm on my way.

The mailbox is full

and cannot accept
any messages at

Our senior correspondent,

Brian Galloway, joins us now.

Brian, what have we learnt?

All we know
at the moment is that

Mona Wassermann was found dead

in the living room
of her magnificent home

with a chandelier
where one's head should be.

Due to
extenuating circumstances,

she has not yet been buried.

But she must.
She was 70 years old.

Excuse me, sir,
you discovered the body?

Look, I never would've
gone inside if

if, uh, the dogs in the street
hadn't been going nuts

and I hadn't smelled
that smell

and the door
hadn't been half-open.

That's the only reason
I went inside.

Admired by her friends
and feared by her competitors,

Mona Wassermann
was a local industry titan

and a force
to be reckoned with.

I just can't believe it.

Mona Wassermann has been

What?

What the fuck!

Oh I'm sorry!

I'm sorry I was
on your computer. I threw up.

I'll I'll clean it up.
I'll clean up.

I'll clean up
better than before.

We're leaving.

What?

I'm taking you home.

What about
Roger taking me?

Who the fuck do you
think told me to take you?

Meet my new brother.

I'm just Grace
and Roger's friend. Hi.

Look at this.

I don't even care.

He just threw up
on my fucking computer.

Thank you.
Thank you for taking me.

Taking him where?

Aren't you a little old
to be getting adopted?

I'm not adopted.

Yeah, you are.

To him.

No, thank you.

Dad told me
you need to smoke it.

What?

It's for your healing.
He says you need to relax.

That's okay, really.
Thank you.

I already took some pills.

Um, no.

Actually, it's not,
Okay, really. Thank you.

Your new dad says
that your pills aren't enough

and that you need to smoke
this with your little sister.

Please,
I really can't do this.

I just saw something
very confusing

and I just need to get home.

Look, you smoke it
and we take you home.

You don't and we don't.
That's it.

Wait

Then, I'll just wait
for Roger to take me.

Can you please open the door?

If you don't do it right now,

I'm going to make her
pull my hair so hard

that it detaches my scalp,

and she'll say
that you did it.

I will.

I remember that you did,
I saw it.

You taking advantage of us.

What's in it?

It's three things.

Okay, thank you.

Do it actually.

Please. That was enough.

Harder.

Keep going.

Don't stop.

Don't cough. Don't

Dude

Oh, my God

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

I'll take this.

Wait, what?

What is that? What?

What is that?

All right,
can you please open

Your brother is fucked.

Can you open
the window, please?

Yeah bitch! Hit that!

Oh

Oh, my God.

Wait, what is in that?

You saw
what Sarah posted?

Oh, my God.
What a lying little bitch.

Bet she never even
met that guy.

Whatever.
He needs to raise your grade.

Can you die from this?

Can you die from this?

What? I don't know
Wait, wait.

I don't want to.

Dude, I'm still
so fucking pissed.

Yeah, whatever.

This is, like,
the fifth time!

It is not the fifth!

It's, like, the second!
I don't care!

Not even a D. A D-plus.

Just give me
a fucking C-minus!

It's 'cause
he wants you.

He should be fired
for wanting me.

Oh, my God, he would
totally not survive it.

He's like
a thousand years old.

Oh, my God,
what if we killed him

by getting him fired?

The car is getting smaller.

Oh, wait,
that's the house again!

We just passed your house!

Hey!
What?

What?

Do you miss Martha,
Beau?

Of course. I love Martha.

You love Martha?

She's my friend. I like her.

Ah, see, Beau?
You're not the only kid here.

You know
what I've been through.

So, hearing you
tell me what to do.

-You can't even pay for it.
-This is my

There's
a dead man in the pool!

There's a dead man
in the pool!

There's a dead man
in the pool!

There's a dead man
in the pool!

There's a dead man
in the pool!

There's a dead man
in the pool!

So you're just here
with your mom?

Only sometimes.
Right now, I'm by myself.

Mm. I'm Elaine.

I'm Beau.

I'm Elaine.

Are you here
with your mother?

Yeah.

She got me, and my dad got
our rich whore neighbor

who he's probably
fucking right now

on a pile
of her slut money in Aruba.

Here, take a picture of me
and Gene.

Is that the type of girl
you're attracted to?

No.

Because I've noticed
you noticing certain types.

It's okay if you are.

You don't have
to feel embarrassed.

I'm not.

She's very pretty.

Very natural.

You could ask my advice,
you know?

Only women know women.

That's the truth.

Men are blind.

That's not a criticism.
That's their charm.

Don't be defensive.

I'm proud of the man you are.

Hey

I'm proud of the man you are.

A girl like that

confident, self-possessed

A man would have to match her.

But you could.

She should be so lucky.

Any woman would be so lucky.

You just have
to commit completely.

Nothing in life
is more important

than choosing
the right companion.

Hey, my dude!
Long time no see.

How was your day?
How're you feeling,

-sweetie?
-Oh, good!

You're already in your PJs.

Well, we're hot on your tail!

I think
I might go to bed early.

Okay.

I haven't decided yet.

Unless
you'd rather I stay up.

We could
stroll around the deck

go star gazing.

I'll go to bed.

What about eclairs?

People hide razors in them.

What about rainbow cake?

The colors make cancer.

What about liquid shit?

Do you think
your mom's a cunt?

What do you mean?

Well, it's okay.
My mom's a complete cunt.

Are you a virgin?

Well, it doesn't matter!

I am, too.
I mean, who gives a shit?

I have to.

It's very dangerous for me.
It's genetic.

My father died.

Here

-Suck this off.
-What?

What?

What?

We're allowed to kiss.

Who is?

But only for
the next 10 seconds.

What do you mean?

Ten, nine,

-eight, seven
-What? Wait

-six, five
-We're allowed to

-four, three
-Can you just explain?

-Are we
-two, one!

One and a half!
One and three quarters!

I'm sorry.

Elaine!

Shit, fuck. I gotta go.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Tomorrow?
Now!

to be in my bed!

He's breaking your rules!
Hypocrite!

You want
to test me, young lady?

Jeeves!

He's inside!

Inside!

Beau, Beau, Beau,

they're taking me away.

Beau, wake up, wake up!
She's taking me away.

She's taking me off the ship!
What's happening?

She's taking me away.

Will you wait for me?
Beau, what is going on?

I love you.
Will you wait for me?

What's happening?

I love you.

Oh, my God.

Why are you doing this?

What is this?

Will you wait for me?

-Yes.
-Promise?

-I swear, yes.
-Do you promise? Promise me!

-Okay? Okay
-I promise.

-Enough!
-Who is this bitch?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What is this?
No! No! No!

Now!
Beau, I love you, okay?

Come here right now!

Wait for me!
Wait for me, okay?

Shut up!
Oh, my God!

Lainie!
Wait for me!

My heart.

never again!
No!

Oh, my God.
No!

Close it!

What did you
promise her, Beau?

Beau!

Where is she going,
Beau? Was she the one?

No, no, no, no!
Put that down!

He's on the couch!

He's inside!

Okay, okay, okay

-That's him! That's him!
-Okay Not him. Okay

That's enough!

No need
to get up, Beau!

He's not straight!
Stay bent! Stay bent!

All right

He's laughing!
No, no.

He's laughing!

He's laughing.

Don't worry, Beau.
False alarm.

It's okay, Beau.

He doesn't know
what he's doing.

It's all under control.

Okay.
He's laughing!

When they rescued him
in the jungle,

they found him running around,
shooting at the bodies.

And not at not the enemy,

his own squad too.
His own squad, Beau.

He was defending
himself. He still is.

He's a hero
and he came back to nothing!

We're the only ones
who would take him in.

He's gonna be so
ashamed in the morning, Beau.

Mark my words.

He loves you.
He told me he loves you.

He told me yesterday.

That's not
part of the original contract.

I'm a mother myself, you know.

In that case,
I might have to let

Look alive, pal!
It's grill time!

I thought we'd have
a little goodbye barbecue

before we hit the road!

What?
You got the tri-tip!

Good morning, sweetheart.
How are you feeling?

You coming, Gracie?

Be right there.

Let's get you up.

Oh, oh, oh

Shh, shh, shh, shh. Come on.

Baby. Breathe.

As someone who sees you
and loves you

and knows what
you're going through,

even though I know
I can never know,

I have to tell you

Babers!

You mind coming out here
for a sec? I need a hand.

Of course.

Why don't you find
something to watch?

I'll be right back.

Channel 78.

now!

What What is

What

What What

We're gonna finally
put some color on these walls.

What?

Here. Take that wall.

That wall!

Okay.

Yeah, how about this?

Wait Wait, what

What are you doing?
Why are you doing this?

Hey Grace is so careful
about this room.

It's my brother!

I know. So, why?

Okay.

-Yeah.
-What?

Yeah, you know what?

You'll just get fucked up
with me.

I'm supposed to be leaving.

So you'll leave fucked up!

I feel really, really bad
right now, please!

So what? You can come into
my life and sleep in my bed

and steal my fuckin' parents,

but you can't get
fuckin' fucked up with me?

No! I'm not trying
to steal anything, I swear!

I know you are.
You've blown it!

You failed your stupid test!

What?

Everyone pretending
you're some sad old orphan!

It makes me puke!

Wait
Wait, what do you mean?

Uh, I'm sorry. Please

I'll I'll leave.

I'll do whatever you want.
But what does that mean?

What do you mean about a test?

I'm not asking you to leave!

I've asked you
to fucking drink

this fucking paint with me!

-Toni, please!
-Don't call me Toni!

I'm sorry,
but it is your name!

It is my name. It's my name.

Wait Wait, what do you mean

when you said that
about the test?

What does that mean?
I don't care!

You first.

Don't, Toni, please.

You listen to me.

I have videos of you.

I'll post them.
I'll say what you did!

What? What did I do?
What did I do?

Fine, you fuckin'
pussy faggot.

No, please, Toni, don't!

Stop, please!
You're gonna be sick!

Stop! Stop!

Fuck you!

Help! Help! Doctor!

Help!

Oh, God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

She should blink!
She should be blinking.

No! She drank

What did you do to her?

No! I I didn't

I tried to get her to stop.

I begged her,
please stop doing it.

Oh, my God

Come on, Toni. Come on, Toni.
No, Toni.

No! No! Come on, baby.

I I didn't I didn't
I told her not to.

I begged her.

Come on No!

Come on, baby! Come on.

I see you now!

What?

Replacing my son!

-With a demon!
-No, no. No, Grace.

With a demon!

-I'll kill you!
-No! No!

-I'll kill you!
-No! Oh, my God!

This ends up bad.
It's bad. Totally bad.

Jeeves!

Rip him apart!

Into your arms

Into your mouth

Into your eyes I fall

I felt all my breath

You breathe me in
All my heart

You st
Hello? I'm

I'm sorry, I'm I'm lost.

I was in an accident.
And I don't

I don't know where I am.

I'm sorry, but can you
please help me?

Are you hurt?

It's a very big piece of glass
in your head.

Glass?

Oh, it was a door.

Oh I think we should

take it out.
Can I take it out?

Uh-huh.

Oh, God
Okay. Okay.

-Oh
-Okay.

-Does it bleed a lot?
-Okay, it's out.

It's good. The head ones,
they bleed like crazy

and then they just stop.

Is it?

-Is it stopped?
-Mm-hmm.

-It is?
-See?

Is it?

Trust me, my father
bled to death.

We should clean it up.

It could still get infected.

You wanna come with me?

Okay.

Thank you.

We're nearly there.

Hi, Lloyd.

This is Beau.

Hello.

He was in an accident.

His mother just died,

and his father died
before he was born.

When sorrows come,

they come not single spies,
but in battalions.

Thank you.

This is me. Just a sec, Beau.

I have an extra sleeping bag
if you need one.

This way, Beau.

Some Cupid kills
with arrows, some with traps.

Fly, ladybug, fly

Up in the sky so high

I have no parents left

That's why I'm so bereft

Damn these crossroads!

How can one stake one's life

on a choice between
two unmarked paths?

If one leads forward,

must the other go backwards?

If it were a trap?
Or this an opportunity?

Or might they
both lead home,

where I can take
my rightful seat,

and be lord
of my own possessions?

They're rehearsing
for the preview.

Damn these crossroads!

There, let's not spoil it.

As great trumpets speak,

our poor hero
realizes too late.

But these
are funeral horns!

Everyone!

This is Beau.

Hi, Beau!

He was in an accident

and both his parents are dead.

No!
Are you okay?

That's terrible.

What is this place?

We call ourselves
the Orphans of the Forest.

That's right!

Although many of our parents
simply abandoned us

without even bothering to die.

We're a traveling
theater company.

We go from forest to forest,

off the grid, making up homes
from whatever we find.

And then at
the end, we put on a big show!

I'm so sorry.

Aw.

See him?

That's Yesekov.

He's the man
who started all of this.

Papa

It's time for the show!

Hi, there. Are you joining us?

What do you mean?

Do you want a costume?

-Oh
-We like to, uh,

blur the line between
the audience and the players.

Either of these?

I like this color
with your eyes.

Or this one's fun

Um

-That one.
-That's my favorite too.

Let's get changed.

I'm happy
you're joining, Beau.

Hey there, brother,
I'm Duncan!

What brought you here?

Jeeves! Rip him apart!

You can give your life,
you can lose your soul

You can bang your head
or you can drown in a hole

Nothing lasts forever, but

What am I doing here?

Look around you

Everyone you see,
everyone you know

Please tell me,
what am I doing here?

Shine

No!

O God

Fate has burned my house
to cinders

and launched me into exile.

I once thought I knew despair,
and that I could master it

but now that I know this pain,

I can't fathom relief.

When I reach out for answers,

I grasp cold air.

O, with
my mother and father gone,

I have lost my whole self!

You grieve well.

Your parents are honored,

and now may rest
forever in peace.

Rise.

Now go forth.

Erect your own
glittering home

and make it permanent.

Do I venture forth

or stay here?

With what I know.

If I stay, I die.

No. I must go.

What? Chains!

Now you see.

They have always been there.

Yes. Push forward.

Pray that you learn valor
and be given luck.

You will walk many miles.

Dozens will become hundreds,

hundreds
will become thousands.

You will pass through
countless villages.

But finally, one village
will speak to you,

some deep,
essential part of you

will recognize it,

and you will say,
This village is mine.

You will learn a trade

and eventually earn a living.

You will know the pleasure
of tasting fruit and bread

and wine that is yours

because you have earned it.

You will find a plot of land

and build a house
with your own hands.

You will cultivate the land.

You will live off it.

You will come
to make new friends.

One day,
you will meet a woman.

The story of your meeting
will change

according to who tells it:

that you were lost

and she helped you
find your way,

or that she was off course

and you guided her home.

She will see your fears,

and your pain, and your dreams,

and your potential

and you will see hers.

In finding your other half,

the gifts of your life
will multiply.

Sometimes, she will look like
a man to you.

She will become pregnant
because you have sex with her.

You will have children.
Three sons.

You will teach them
what you know,

and you will tell them
you love them every day.

They will grow
into handsome boys,

blessed with courage
and kindness and ambition.

You will share your feelings
of pride with your therapist.

He will archive them.

One day, an historic storm

will sweep through
your village

and destroy your home.

You will be carried away

by a great flood.

You and your family
will be separated.

And you will be deposited
in a strange country.

You will look
for your family for days

then weeks,

then months,

so many months that
you will come to lose count,

but you will not find them.

You will try to find work

to support
your continuing search,

but no one
will speak your language.

You will be treated
like a criminal.

Eventually,
you will come upon a village

wracked
by an inexplicable plague.

As you pass through,
a man, deranged by tragedy,

will identify you as the beast
who burned down his home

and replaced
his children's feet

with their hands.

You will try to argue
your innocence,

but this will only
make you sound more guilty.

You will wonder yourself
whether you are guilty.

You will flee.

Mad with vengeance,

they will send an attack dog
to pursue you.

It will tear through the world
to find you.

You won't know this,
but you will sense it.

And you will keep
a detailed record

of these impressions in a log.

And over time, this log
will become many logs.

Your adventures will continue
for years and years.

You will learn to distinguish
birds by their call

and you will know every tree
and plant by its name.

Abandoning all comforts,

you will condition your mind
to new ways of seeing.

You will experience
great highs and profound lows,

and you will look
for your family

until your life shrinks
and fades

into the dream of a ghost.

You will come to wonder
if they ever existed.

Finally, when you are
old and frail,

you will collapse
in exhaustion.

Oh, sweetheart

Why are you crying?

Because I've searched
for my family

all my life,

to the end of my life,

and I'm still alone.

You should not be crying
for your misfortunes,

for your own sins.

You also have been
searched for,

but you're so lost
in your own selfishness

that no one
could ever find you.

Confess.

Before your peers.

But what did I do?

You know.

Confess.

I've been a coward.

My whole life.

You will confess everything.

After which,
you will find the earth

replaced by good water.

Sleep will come untroubled.

To the sound
of distant trumpets,

you will awake,
as if by a miracle,

at the foot
of your glittering village.

No one will recognize you,

but the smell of the air,
and the sounds of the insects,

and the way the evening light

slashes itself
across the chimney

of a neighbor's old house,

will unloose in you
a torrent of vivid memories.

You will be invited
to a special play

being put on
in an outdoor theater

just for that night.

Despite your hunger,

you will decide to spend
your last dollar on this.

Over the last 40 years,
his memory had faltered

to the extent
that he couldn't remember

his own mother's face,

but just by breathing
in the air,

he was seized
by the absolute certainty

that this was his village.

Nobody remembered him,

and even though
all of his neighbors

had been replaced
by younger generations,

he recognized everything,

and somehow
he too felt recognized.

His home had waited for him,

just as loyally
as he had searched for it.

Even the sight
of the evening sun,

casting slashes of amber light
across a familiar chimney,

sent him reeling
into a flood of memories.

What did our father do next?

And where was the village?

We only saw it as boys
and have no memories!

Please,

-tell us how to find it.
-No, wait

What did he do next?

He was delirious with hunger
and only had enough money

for one bowl of soup,
but before he could spend it,

he was invited
to a special play.

It was already in progress,

but he felt compelled
to go in,

so he spent his last dollar.

Not long after sitting in,

he saw that
the details of the plot

were impossibly similar
to those

of his own life,

and there were three young men
on the stage

who looked
remarkably like himself.

This is me!

And he rose up, at once
exhilarated and terrified

that it might not be true,
and he announced

This is my story!

And the three young men
immediately recognized the man

as their father.

-Dad?
-No. It can't be.

My sons!

Dad

Dad Dad

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, my God.

-Oh
-Oh, my God.

-Oh
-Oh, my God.

You're my boys!

Oh, my beautiful, sweet boys!

Don't be afraid. I'm here.
Come here.

Come here. Oh

Oh, my Oh, my God.

Oh

Where Where have you been?

You You were ripped
from me.

I've looked for you
for so long so long.

Oh

Where did you go?

And how are you?

I made you. Oh, my loves.

Oh, my loves. Oh, my darlings.

Oh, my darlings.

I missed you so much.

Oh. Oh, that's okay.

It's okay, I'm here. I'm here.

Oh, my loves.

This is the end of things.

It's okay.

What about our mother?
Is she

-What?
-Is she

She's not with you?

She's not with you?

Oh, God.
We were

We were raised as orphans.

Oh, no!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Where's Mom?

It's okay, my love.

It's okay.
Dad

Mom

Is there

Is there any other family?

Besides us?

You had a grandmother.

Where is she?

Ah

Her head.

And our grandfather?

How did he die?

He died
on our wedding night.

The same night
you were conceived.

He died the very instant
you were conceived.

How?

By finishing.

Into me.

He had a heart murmur,
just like you.

Did it hurt?

I'm sure it was excruciating.

It was the first time
we made love.

The first time either of us
made love, with anyone.

Your grandpa
and your great-grandpa

died the same way.

But he thought
he might be different.

I'm just as guilty.

I urged him on.

I wanted a normal life.

I wanted a child.

He died on top of me.

Inside.

I think about it,
I want to rip my ears off.

But then

But then, that same trauma

which changed me so utterly

also resulted in
the greatest gift of my life.

I am so sorry for what
your daddy passed down to you.

I can't tell you
how sorry I am.

Is that a lie?

No.

Can
Can that really happen?

Yes.

It's why I never

with anyone.

Dad

You've never been with anyone?

Then
Then how did you have us?

Ah

What should I do?

Which limb shall I strike off?

You might act yesterday
and it would be decades tardy.

Have I not given
all I have?

All you have?

You have given trifles.

You have sacrificed
nothing real.

I have been pinned down
by my promises!

I am not
the master of my life!

Are you okay?

I am a mouse in a maze!
A maze?

I I feel sick.

I know.

Try this.

It helps me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello?

Can I help you?

Do you recognize me?

I don't know.

When you were little

What?

How did you come here?

I was chased.

Your father is alive.

What?

I knew him.
After you were born.

I worked for your mom.

Not before I was born.
He died before

Serving your dad food,
cleaning up after him.

My parents were in debt
to your mom.

What's that?

What?

Who Who are you?

It doesn't matter, right?

-It does. It
-No. It's just

kidding. I

I'm so happy to see you.

Are you him?

Wait.

Wait.

You okay, sweetheart?

Do my eyes deceive me?

What is this phantom I see?

Hello, fair stranger!

Ah, now you see,

out of the shadows

Get me down right now!
Get me down from here!

Get me down!
Somebody help me!

Get me down from here!
Get me down!

I can't!
I'm tied up. Hurry!

Beau!

-Dad?
-Run!

Am I hurting you?

Okay, let's go. Clothes off.

Come on. Enough now.

What did I say?

Didn't I say I wasn't gonna 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 want it your way,
let's go!

Up you go!

-I can't.
-Oh, but of course you can!

You're big enough
to hurt Mommy,

you're big enough for this!

-Nobody's allowed up there.
-Up!

Do you wanna go up, too?
No.

What is that? Are you nodding?

This is it!

We don't talk
about you anymore!

Get back in!

Excuse me, sir.

Is the funeral
already happening?

Already over.
There's a video inside.

Mona.

Mona Wassermann.

We're gathered here today
as a community,

bound together
by our love for Mona,

and by a feeling of duty.

The duty to mourn
Mona's passing,

but also to celebrate
Mona's life.

Mona, who was
petrified of squirrels.

Mona, who single-handedly
built a super-business

beyond her wildest dreams.

Mona, 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 has elected not to
be present with us today.

Mona loved Beau with a love
that could move mountains.

In fact, I suggest
when we leave,

we check on the mountains
to make sure they're okay.

What can you say?

I hope she knows that.

I wish I could tell her that.

That I I did, I loved her.

And it's in accordance
with her last wishes

that we now play this song.

Her favorite song.

You sheltered me from harm

Kept me warm, kept me warm

You gave my life to me

Set me free, set me free

The finest years I ever knew

Were all the years
I had with you

And I would give
anything I own

Would give up my life,
my heart, my home

I would give
everything I own

Just to have you back again

You taught me how to love

What it's of, what it's of

You never said too much
But still you showed the way

And I knew from watching you

Nobody else could ever know

The part of me
that can't let go

And I would give
anything I own

Would give up my life,
my heart, my home

I would give
everything I own

Just to have you back again

Is there someone you know

You're loving them so

But taking them all
for granted?

You may lose them one day

Someone takes them away

And they don't hear
the words you long to say

I would give anything I own

Would give up my life,
my heart, my home

I would give everything I own

Just to have you back again

Just to touch you once again

Hello?

Hello!

Yoo-hoo!

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I thought it started at 8 p.m.

Okay, um, I brought flowers.

I'll just leave them here,
I guess.

She also owes me money.

This certainly isn't the time,

and you're probably
not the person

Okay, um

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

I can wait for it

I'm sorry again.

Elaine?

It's me.

It's Beau.

Oh, my God.

Beau?

No.

Uh, 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?

I'm just trying to, you know,
uh, pay my respects. And

I guess to give you
my condolences.

Since you're actually here.
I'm

so sorry.

I can't believe it's you.

I can't believe it's you.

Do I look different?

You recognized me.

I'm old now.

You're the same.

No, I'm not.

You are.

Well, you're the same, too.

Except for your body
and your face.

You worked for her?

What do you mean?

Well, I did until last week.

I was actually just drowning
my sorrows before I came.

My breath's like pure wine.

Until last week?

I'm sorry for your loss.

I waited for you.

What do you mean?

Why?

You told me to.

I even have it in writing.

I wanted you to.

Baby, baby, baby

Do you want to go inside?

Do you want me to leave?

Let's go inside.

Bedroom, where?

The dragon's lair!

Got any candles?

Why don't you go
to the bathroom?

When you come back,
I'll be ready.

-You didn't get undressed.
-Yup.

Hi. Hi, sorry. Hi.

Huh. Mm.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

Are y Are you?

You're so tense.

-Oh I'm sorry.
-Relax.

Okay. It's just because,
you know,

it's been, like,
kind of awhile.

Yeah, me too.

I like that
you're not all macho.

Thank you.

Take these off.

Okay, what I meant was that

it's been
really kind of a while.

Well, it hasn't affected
your virility.

-What?
-You're crazy hard.

Really?

Oh

Oh, my God.

-Is it Is it on?
-Yeah.

You sure the condom
is on all the way?

Yeah?

Oh, my God.

Are you really in?
You feel so good.

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Wait

-Isn't it nice?
-Yeah

But wait.

-I
-Let's start it over.

What?

-Isn't it nice?
-Yeah.

Wait a second.

I I I can't

I think it's gonna happen.

Wait! You gotta wait a second.

Stop! Oh, stop! Stop!

Stop! Ahh! Oh! Oh, no!

Oh, my! My God.

God.

Oh

I really felt that.

Oh, God, that was a lot.

You just blasted
through that bag.

Oh, my God.

Oh, yeah.

I want to come too.

-I
-Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on.

-Uh
-Don't move.

Don't move.

Don't move. Okay?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my God.

I really thought
I was going to die.

My whole life.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

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

What would be next?

No?

You don't look especially
overjoyed to see me, honey.

I was dead just a minute ago.
This is a miracle.

Get rid 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.

For how long?

How many years from
from the beginning? From

How is your head feeling?

It looks like you really
banged up your face.

You could have a concussion.

You don't feel disoriented?

You know where you are?

I'm in my house.

Actually, you're in my house,
sweetheart.

And my house is your house,
which it 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!
-I didn't.

You didn't just
get deposited there

-by accident!
-I didn't mean it.

-Yes, I know you didn't.
-No. 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.

I saw the birthmark, Mom.

I know those were
Martha's hands.

That's right.

-Goodnight, baby.
-Goodnight, Martha.

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

and I'll tickle you to death!

It's

What

How

How you even

Ki H

How can you do that to her?

Do that to her?

Baby, I would never
do anything

to the loyal
and devoted housekeeper

who gave me 37 years
of unconditional service.

She volunteered.

-No, she didn't.
-Yes.

-No, she didn't!
-She did.

No, she didn't!

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.

-What do you know?
-Everything.

You don't know anything.

Oh, do you think so, Beau?

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?

-My key they were stolen.
-You think a mother

can even help but see through
her son's 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 which you also gave your
fucking high-school counselor?

Or when you bought me
that kitchen set

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 happy, docile babies
sucking their tits dry!

Do you think
I hear the absurd story

of you missing your flight and
that I don't absolutely know,

that I have any hint
of a doubt,

that you never,
from the very start,

intended to make that flight?

The true surprise, the shock,

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!

What, you walking away?

Where you going?

What's behind the door, Beau?

Where on earth
are you gonna go?

You've always acted like some
dutiful, doting little boy,

as if it's throwing me
off some scent.

None of it's ever been real.

You spent your whole life
going around,

asking every half-wit
you could find,

If I do this,
can I avoid this,

or will that happen?

As 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 to
stamp 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 period.

Well

When I was just starting
to like my own stuff

and do my own things,

she'd take all those changes
very personally,

and get very mad or sad

and make me feel bad
about it until I stopped.

So, through
the weaning process,

she took your displays
of autonomy

as a betrayal.

Exactly.

What do you mean?

Can you
give me an example?

Well, like, she would
give me lots of love

Oh, I gave you lots of love!
I'm sorry!

b ut 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.

So the love
was conditional?

Yes.

Ah. This is
very good for you, Beau.

Over 300 sessions,

and that was about as
flattering to me as they get.

Which one was my favorite,
Jeremy?

October 3, 2018.

How could you do

How could you

How could you do this to me?

I've been
having it since I was little.

Where I'm a little boy,

probably the same age as when
I started having the dream

and there's another me,
who's identical,

but he's braver,

and 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

I want to know the truth.
what would you

ask your mom?

I'd ask her

To tell me the truth!
I don't know

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

Yes!
Um

-I don't know.
-Yes!

'Cause I
But I think

I'm too afraid to believe it.
-I know now.

I know the truth. I

I met my father. I met the man
in the woods, and I know.

Why did you lie to me?

Do you want the truth now?

Yes!

Follow me.

Up there?
That's right.

Nobody's allowed
up there.

Some things are
for your protection, Beau,

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

I don't wanna
go up there now.

-I don't wanna
-No,

you want the truth,
and I think you deserve it.

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

No. I don't wanna
go up there, Mom.

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

Up you go.

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

Don't worry, sweetheart.
Up you go.

-This is just like my dream.
-I'm right behind you.

-I'm right behind you.
-Oh Oh, God.

Oh

Oh, this is exactly
like my dream!

Don't you get it,
you stupid idiot?

That wasn't a dream,
that was a memory!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Mommy, wait!

Oh Oh No.

Come on

No

Beau?

My beautiful boy.

Oh, Beau, don't be afraid.

No!

Oh, God. Oh, baby.

Baby, sweetheart.

Ooh, sweetheart.

I didn't want you to know.

Do you see now why I lied?

Beau.

Beau!

That was your father.

Oh, Mom! Oh, Mom!

I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I know I've been a bad son.
I'll be a good son.

Please! I'm sorry.

I'll do anything
to make it up to you.

I'll make it up to you.

Please, please. Please!

Please, I'm sorry.

You selfish little boy!

I'm sorry
What are you crying about?

Do you have any idea
what I had to go through

to bring you into this world?

Stand up!

You cry now?

You need a mother now?

Ever since you clawed
your way out of me,

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

and squeeze
the love out of myself,

but still I gave it to you.

I've given 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 empty promises!

You promised to never hurt me.
Do you even remember that one?

You promised it
a hundred fucking times!

You swore on your own life!

But your promises
are nothing but shit!

I've been ground down
to nothing

by 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!

I hate

Mommy?

Are you okay? You

You can breathe.
Can you breathe?

Can you breathe?

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Beau Isaac Wassermann.

Born May 10th, 1975.

Proceed.

We are gathered now
to assess the extent

of the subject's guilt.

To begin with, a seemingly
innocuous tradition.

Every Monday before
his weekly appointment

to scapegoat his mother,

the subject would visit his
local pond to feed the ducks.

Just as he never missed
an opportunity

to feed his therapist's fish.

Very nice.

Very nice.

But what happens

when he meets a human beggar
that very night?

Now, one can see

that the subject
will go out of his way

to feed a bird or fish,

but not to support

a suffering member
of his own species.

Objection!

Violent street crimes
were everywhere on the news

and everyone was advised
to avoid strangers!

This is nothing new!

The subject
has thoughts 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!

Consider
the following episode.

Day 49 of his ninth year.

He goes shopping
with his mother.

At 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.

My client was genuinely lost.

It was upon
finding his mother,

seeing her frantic state,
that he hesitated

for fear of punishment!

It was
in this frantic state of mind

that his mother
tripped and fell,

tearing ligaments in her knee
and badly harming her ankle.

And still

the subject did not intervene!

He was afraid!

Consider now
the subject at age 15,

day 210,

finding 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.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

They pressured me!
They pressured me!

They pressured him!

What? What are you doing?

What?
No. No!

No!

Oh, my God! Oh, God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Even his supposed acts
of thoughtfulness

are emblematic
of a greater hypocrisy.

Take this very week.

The subject asked Grace
and Roger to drive him home

so that he might
bury his mother

and commence proper mourning.

Roger offered the option

of driving home tonight

if the offer
of driving tomorrow

wasn't soon enough.

And Beau 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.

I didn't want to put him out!

I He had surgeries!

I cried!
When I was beside the coffin!

When I was told the news!

I I I cried for hours!

Continuing
to bear this in mind,

I ask you
to consider yesterday.

Not three hours after meeting
a knocked up dimwit

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 slut

offered to return
the special gift,

did he insist that
this total stranger keep

Oh!

No! No! Wait!

Wait! Stop!

Wait!

My legs! My legs are stuck!

What! Wait!

Wait, Mom! My legs!
My legs, I can't move!

What?

Mommy, please!

Please help me! Please!

Please help me out! Please!

Please! Please don't fault me!

Help! Help me!

Somebody help me, please!

Help! Help!

Help me, please!

Help! Please!

Please! I don't want to die!
I don't want to

No! My baby! No!

My baby.

My baby.

My baby.

My baby.