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I'm going up.

Yes, of course.

No milk for the cat, please.

The veterinarian
was quite specific.

No.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

Tomorrow, I was thinking...

maybe we might get away.

After breakfast, we could...

take a drive.

A drive?

Mm.

My Saturdays are my
own. You know that.

Besides, we don't
take drives, do we?

Maybe we should start.

Explore again.

Explore?

Yes.

I have lectures to write,
plants to water, errands.

Besides, I don't know
what we need to explore.

A student who remembered

I once mentioned
Baritone Bay sent it.

The entire area is to be
developed into vacation homes.

Bulldozers will arrive
by the end of the month.

They've never been
discovered, Celice.

Will you at least
think about it?

Thank you, darling.

We'll take a couple more, too.

Mmm-mmm-Miss! I'm
still missing my salad!

Take your fucking hand off me!

I want to speak with
your manager, immediately.

Lady at table four
wants to see you.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Maybe she wants to
compliment my great service.

You better hope
that's fucking why.

Lots of tables?

What?

I'm just wondering if
you're busy, you know?

Out there.

You got lots of dishes?

Yeah.

Where do you think those
fucking dishes are coming from?

All right.

Now you go and get a salad,

and you take it
to your customer.

Small Caesar
dressing on the side!

In case you forgot,

you're on thin fuckin'
ice with me already!

That right?

Do it now!

I've seen girls come
through here just like you

on their way to the bottom.

And the next time I see them,

it's always in some
dive-fuckin' titty bar.

Matt! You're burning that steak!

Goddamn it!

You've been working on
this thing for 40 minutes!

A grill that's not as
hot and just do it slow.

Don't you fucking dare!

What is this?

Oh, your suppository.

Chilled. Shit.

Here. Why don't
you jack-off in it?

Sorry.

I can't.

I've never asked for much.
You know that, Celice.

We have a reason
to go there now.

If they truly can't exist
nowhere else on Earth,

as we once imagined,

then this development will
destroy their habitat.

Extinction, Celice. Extinction.

Then, if not for them...

for us.

Please.

I'll go make some breakfast.

Regina. Hey, listen.

Have you spoke to
either Joseph or Celice

in the last couple days?

No. Why do you ask, Mark?

Joseph missed his
lab on Monday, right?

And then Celice never
show up yesterday

to make copies of handouts
for today's lecture.

You know she
never misses a lecture.

No matter want.

And especially she
will have to skip this one.

This is the day she's scheduled

to show her research
to the class.

You know how important she views
this lecture each semester.

Projector slides?

Yes, yes, all set
up. I set up everything.

I'll take her lecture.

You sure?

Yeah.

Good afternoon.

Dr. Adkins could not be here
today, and so you have me.

I'm familiar with
what she intended

to speak to you about
today, enough, I hope,

to do justice to
what the photographs

on this carousel of slides

have contributed to
the body of science.

After her postdoctoral
research into decomposition,

Dr. Adkins was asked by the FBI

to help put away a serial
killer by disproving his alibi.

They gave her a cadaver
from a medical school

and asked her to determine
precisely how long it would take

a human body with open wounds,

left seaside to arrive
at the condition

the killer's most recent
victim was discovered.

Her exacting documentation
of all she observed

constitute a front row
seat into an extraordinary

and surprising procession
of living things.

So...

shall we begin?

You're here!

I know!

I was getting worried!

I was waiting for
you. How are you?

I'm fine, but I missed that
fucking train last night!

You did?

Yeah, and it took me
forever to find a taxi

that was willing to
bring me out this far.

Do you know when the
university told us

that this place was in
the middle of nowhere,

they were not kidding.

Yeah. It took me
forever to get here, too.

Okay, um...

You see that?

Yeah.

I claimed it.

For us.

So how's it shower?

The shower?

Well, it doesn't
have running water,

but I already found a way
how we can heat it up and-

- Festa, I'm kidding.

It's perfect.

- You mean?
- It is.

Yes, I do.

And the best thing is,
without having to go in there.

So what do we have in there?

Just boys.

Isn't there four of
them to just us, right?

Yeah.

And three of them are
idiots. Come have a look.

I'll tell you what.
Let's meet them first.

And then I want to see this
place that you have for us.

Yeah, and so
we're at this bar, right?

And this guy just
comes out and they're-

- No, no, no. It-

So, she didn't
abandon you like I said.

This must be "seh-sill."

Celice.

This is Roger, Patrick.

- Hi.
- Brian.

- Hello, Celice.
- Hey.

Now we're complete.

And what's
that supposed to mean?

That we're all accounted
for, now that you're here.

And our dark
and damp study house

can be properly primed

with six weeks of
alcohol consumption.

You want a shot?

No, thank you.

We're here for our research,

- not to get drunk.
- Oh.

Aren't we entitled on our
first day to kick it off?

Well, she said no, so...

A no is a no.

Okay. All right.

Well, more for us,
right guys, then?

I thought there
was supposed to be

another one of you here.

Joseph, our bookworm.

He's probably out somewhere

taking inventory
on his field bag,

counting his sample
sacks.

Come on.

We won't hold it against you

if you decide it's a
bit too rough out there

and want your room
back upstairs.

What?

I got fired.

Fucking again?

Was it worth it?

Yep.

Totally.

She kind of reminded
me of my mother.

The bitch didn't like my salad.

Hey.

Got word about this guy
a couple months ago.

He's been making the rounds.

He's looking for
pigeons to pluck.

He can play.

Even better than you.

I doubt it.

Stay the fuck away
from him. You understand?

Come on, Frankie. You
always underestimate me.

No.

You overestimate how much of
a bad ass you think you are.

No I don't.

Yes you do.

You fucking do, Syl!

You make shitty choices,

like getting fired when you
don't have a pot to piss in.

That is exactly why
I need to go to him

and get some cash, so I don't
lose my place in a week.

Lose it.

Come and stay with me
like I've been saying

Sam!

Fuck!

Hey! Hey!

Pick up my stool!
Wipe off your face!

I already told you
to knock it off once!

Do I need to tell you again?

Want a game?

Thanks, I'm...

Just...

you know...

messin' around.

A hundred dollars.

Problem is, see...

I never play for less than 300.

- Got a minute?
- Not really.

Fine. 300.

You got 300?

I won't need it.

And if you do?

Go ahead, young lady.

I'll be here.

You know, how about a shot
for me and this old man?

How nice. In that case,
I'll have a bourbon.

That good Kentucky
kind. If you have it.

Don't do this.

I already am.

Rack?

Well I would,
but I only see 100.

Oh, don't you worry.
I'll cover the rest.

I don't want your money.

You win, it's yours.

And what if it
goes the other way?

Money's yours.

You keep it.

Then what's in it for you?

I think you know.

Aren't I a little
young for you?

Oh, I don't think so.

No harm.

Look, if you want a scurry
back to your barmaid friend...

What's your name?

Eddy.

Do you mind if I break, Eddy?

Of course not.
I'm a gentlemen.

Who would have
thought around this time that

perhaps it would have been
a little warmer today.

Yeah, yeah.

Ta-da!

Ta-da indeed.

Ah, that's him. Joseph.

He just dropped something.

I'm gonna go and meet
him. I'll be right back.

No, you can
meet him later. Please?

I'll be just a
minute. Promise.

I'll be right there.

Hey!

"Earth in beauty dressed. Yeats"

Thank you.

It's Joseph, right?

Yes.

What are you here to research?

Um...

It's that strange?

Perhaps.

I might have
stumbled on something

that demands my focus
more than what I came for.

And what might that be?

I'm not sure yet, um...

Not quite.

I think you're
supposed to ask me now

what my research is on.

Yes. Of course.

Sternula albifrons.

Close relation to
the Forster tern.

I see.

And specifically?

To see if I can
learn how to help

slow their decline
toward extinction.

These scarce birds have
fragile nesting habits,

and they are notoriously selective
in their choice of mates.

Well, um...

thank you.

Why Yeats?

I'm sorry?

It's just a little
unusual to find a scientist

fond of poetry,
especially Yeats.

Oh. Um...

I don't know.

I suppose he explains to me
the working of things...

in ways I otherwise
wouldn't see.

Hey!

Hey.

What are you two talking about?

I was just telling Joseph here

about my terns and how
fragile they seem to be.

Did you tell him
already how we met?

I don't believe that Joseph

would even be
interested in that.

Joseph?

Oh, sure.

So we met three
years ago. Yeah.

It was three yeas ago.

I had just moved here, and
I went to a rock concert,

and there was this guy,
and he gave me a beer,

And I took it.

Very stupid.

And then I just
felt really dizzy,

and everything was
moving so slow.

I got really scared.

And then I actually
can't remember much, but,

and anyway, must have spiked
with LSD or something.

And the next thing I can
remember is her outside,

just her cold, cold hands on me.

And how concerned that you'd
never see the ocean again.

- Oh yeah.
- Do you remember that?

Yeah, I remember that.

Have you ever
tried LSD, Joseph?

No.

Oh.

Although, I wouldn't
mind trying it once.

Nice meeting you.

Now, I
want to see this place

- that you have for us.
- Yeah!

Learning German.

House.

"how-tuh?"

It's "huh-tuh."

"Huh-tuh?"

"huh-tuh."

"huh-tuh."

Yeah. Really good.

By the way, I have
something for you.

So this belonged to my father,

and he got it from
my grandfather,

and before my father got polio,

he and my grandfather would
go to the woods every Sunday.

And since I'm not using
it for underwater,

I think you should have it.

Your father's?

Yeah.

Can I have a look to see?

Of course.

Such a shame.

500!

I once was you, you know.

If it was there and I wanted
it, I fucking took it.

Or I tried.

If I got in a tight spot,
I let some guy fuck me,

and I'd get out of it.

Until even that
didn't work anymore.

Hey.

And it cost me.

Syl?

Yeah.

Have
you hurt enough yet?

So...

day one, hour one,

it took only five minutes for
the first visitor to arrive.

It was the beetle.
Clauditus maximi.

When hyenas devoured their prey,

they fight amongst
themselves for every morsel.

Not true with insects.

They all have purpose
and gladly share.

In just under an hour,

she counted fully 13
different species.

They all came out
of instinct to feed.

Swag flies.

Crabs.

And once warmed up,
gulls arrived in force.

By the time night came, at
the end of the first day...

she had watched her
corpse, nearly burst

from the methane trapped inside.

I sent her a birthday gift.

Teeth.

Teeth?

Hers.

I saved them.

And you think she'll
appreciate something

smacking of sentimentality?

Well, we don't really
know her anymore, but I...

I like to think she may.

Do you remember when she
was about seven or eight,

how she'd go through
the books in my study

and look for
pictures of fossils,

how she'd give them funny names?

And there was...

there was one that she always
insisted on showing us.

Spooky Bones.

Spooky Bones.

I said in the birthday note
that you wished her well.

Do you think she cares?

Maybe.

I don't know with any
certainty anything about her.

Because of me.

No, no.

You were a fine
mother, Celice...

I most assuredly was
not, and you know it.

I made mistakes as well.

A few.

You don't understand the
things I said to her.

Unforgivable things meant
to inflict maximum damage.

The strange part is...

I hated it as it was happening.

Could you
pass the jam, honey?

Thank you.

You didn't say you're welcome.

She did.

What time did
you come back last night?

I don't know.

Late.

Why?

I saw you walking out of
the park, carrying your shoes.

It was three o'clock
in the morning.

Two years ago, it was a month

before they found
Jenna's daughter,

or what was left of
her, in those woods.

The man who raped
and murdered her

left her there in a ditch.

What's your point?

Walk around it...

after dark.

It was me. I drove her away.

She had to go.

How did you find her?

She sent me a
postcard last year.

She may not still be at
the same address, but I...

I sent the teeth
anyway, just in case.

Things can be mended with her.

I seriously doubt that.

My dearest Syl...

Isn't an extraordinary how
these were a part of us

for such a brief time before
becoming miniature fossils?

I tried my best
to dry your tears

with the loss of
each one that hurt.

happy birthday.

From the both of us.

What are they?

Two of them actually
landed on me yesterday.

I believe they like our warmth.

What family?

likely the Velia genus

An undocumented species.

Sorry?

Undiscovered.

There's a high probability
they perhaps exist here only.

I imagine some...

combination of winds and
tides could play a role.

Or some food source they
need found nowhere but here.

Way out here.

They clearly know how
to avoid human beings.

The research will
be astonishing.

Every day, a new
discovery about them.

It's fantastic, Joseph.
You should be pleased.

I'm sorry?

Your discovery.

Their entire lives,
most scientists

never get the opportunity
that you have.

I think it's wonderful for you.

But I was hoping
we might share it.

I'm certain your birds

are absolutely worth
your full attention,

and I don't expect an answer
immediately, of course.

Take your time. Please.

Sounded like
breath being exhaled.

Rather you didn't.

I'll crack a fucking window.

Still, kind
of prefer you held off.

I'm just trying to quit is all.

Some lady at a farmer's
market or something

told me to chew on
licorice sticks.

I don't think it's working,

because I still want to
fucking smoke.

What's on Franklin Street?

What's it to you?

You're right.
None of my business.

No shit.

Dark brought rats.

Living near the beach, human
carrion for them was rare.

[Projector Clicking

Rain was the only thing
that prevented them

from making more of a dent.

Since a deceased body
is relatively porous,

it naturally filled up and
became more or less...

a leather water bag.

Skin became piebald.

Anyone else?

Death can be hard to look at.

But it's the price we pay
for being multi-celled.

Thank you.

The fare was only 20.

Yeah, but you brakes
sound like shit.

You should fix those.

Are these your business cards?

Mm-hm.

They look like paper bags.

Fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Uh, hello?

Hey, do you know
anything about locks?

What do you mean "do
I know anything about locks?"

How to fucking drill them out.

You live here?

I did.

Who does now?

My parents.

And they'd be all
right with this?

Please just open
the fucker, okay?

You sure?

Because, um, I've already
served my time inside,

so this isn't part
of my thing anymore.

I fucking grew up here.

Now would you please open it?

That's it?

Yeah.

Are you sure it worked?

Yeah.

I don't want to go in alone.

Better be careful.

I could get used to this.

I like having paint
on my toes sometimes.

Yeah.

Just, I don't know...

doesn't it look
a little archaic?

We are supposed to
be liberated women.

We are.

But some of the
best things in life

most people consider archaic.

Such as?

Well, let's see.

Microscopes made in
Japan in the 1930s.

And?

Apple picking in the fall.

And?

And...

large format box cameras,

like the one used
by Ansel Adams.

I...

I will do yours next, yeah?

Joseph asked me to
join him in his research.

What do you mean?

Abandon your research?

Yes.

We are the only two women
in the biology department

who ever got awarded to
be in a place like this.

I just...

And your passion? Your
passion is your birds!

And Celice, your dissertation?
It will be brilliant.

Why would you seriously

just thinking about
stepping away like that?

But you don't even
know what he's found.

Fine.

Tell me.

An undiscovered species.

And you believe him?

Yes.

Wait here.

Walk around it...

after dark.

Grass at night feels
great on my feet, mother.

You should fucking
try it sometime.

You try it again,
and you're out.

Celice, don't.

Don't go there.

Doesn't it get exhausting?

How you have to diminish
every wonderful thing,

like walking through
cold, wet grass at night?

What happened to you?

How do you fucking
breathe in here, Mother?

Oh!

Okay.

That question that you
asked me earlier today.

Bingo!

Brian, that was rude.

Apologize, please.

Very touchy, you two.

Apologize.

I'm gonna go. I should go.

Consider it a...

souvenir.

What's the rush?

Best time to catch the
adults in their nests is dawn.

I'm glad my kelp
isn't so picky.

Can you put on
the kettle for me?

Another biography?

No.

It's a love story actually.

I thought you
hated that genre.

I do normally.

But this one is different

Last night.

For how long?

Always.

I mean, we're not
in the '50s anymore.

Things are changing.

Seems like they're
more active today.

Must be the moisture.

Let's record it! Come
on, before it disappears.

What the hell are you doing?

You're not supposed
to be in here.

You'd um...

You'd asked me to wait.

Yeah, well, not in
my father's study.

I guess you were in there,

poking around in
hers to, were you?

She's an amazing photographer.

You pose for her sometimes.

I could tell by the look on
your face that you enjoyed it.

And him?

Poetry to paleontology.

Very nice.

What's he do?

He studies bugs.

They're scientists.

What's her thing?
Your mother's?

Decay.

Look, you can go now.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Your folks need
their door fixed.

I don't leave things broken.

Well, I'm surprised
a guy like you

doesn't understand that some
things are just beyond fixing.

Maybe.

But a shit load
of others aren't.

Hey.

Do you want a beer?

What should their name be?

I don't know.

It almost feels too soon
to think about that.

Maybe.

But we should call
them something.

What do you think, Joseph,

Of Sprayhoppers?

It's a good name.

Perfect, really.

I couldn't wait two
minutes for water to boil.

I was in such a
hurry to be with you.

You know...

Often, looking at our
child as she grew up...

conceived has she
was as Festa...

burned alive...

I understood that
it wasn't her fault,

but there were times...

that I wasn't able
to believe that...

as you well know.

Why?

Why did you choose me, Celice?

I was enchanted.

Everything heals.

Of all people, the
two of us understand

how nature sees to it.

There's still time for us.

There's...

In the end, Dr.
Adkins witnessed

a kind of silvering
the body went through.

Life's soft pink...

and death's smudged grey

conspired to find the
silver in between.

From a distance, in the
late afternoon light,

she observed that her
corpse looked like

a shard of fallen ice.

But up close...

quite a bit more colorful.

Less than 100 hours, and a
fingertip run along the skin

yields the feel
of tendon strings.

Still flesh on flesh...

but barely.

Question?

Yes?

That case, did this evidence
help convict the man accused?

I don't believe so.

I understand he got his
six-year-old niece to lie

and say he took her to
the movies that day.

And then for ice cream.

We used to have a bird
feeder in my backyard.

Oh yeah?

My mom and I would
sit out there for hours,

and she would...

tell me about all the
different types of birds.

My favorite was the
American Goldfinch.

I don't know why. It just...

connected with me or something.

No.

Good for you.

Like that?

No, that it was way too hard.
You gotta do it underhand.

Okay.

Invite them.

Now whenever I see a
Goldfinch, I think of my mom.

Where is she?

She, uh...

She passed

But before she did,
she told me to...

to keep feeding the birds,

'cause it's important to
take care of something.

Yes, this
is Detective Tom Williams

with the state police.

I'm hoping to reach
someone of relation

to the owners of a 1997 Subaru

registered to one Joseph and...

Celice Adkins.

Conditions are perfect
with these running tides.

They're gone.

Maybe the sun just
needs to be lower.

Watch. They'll come,
if we're patient.

There's still time.

They called.

I told you not
to worry, didn't I?

Did you tell them that
I gave her lecture?

It was the police, Regina.

I see.

Are you cold?

I'm not.

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

- It's been awhile...
- It's okay.

It's okay.

Miss Adkins.

Hi. We met on the phone.

As I told you, positive
ID doesn't require this.

Dental records work, more
reliable, more humane.

You didn't have to come.

Were you my daughter,
I would not want you

to look under those covers.

There's been a toll
taken. A brutal one.

You drive?

Yeah.

Well you might want
to take her home.

It's your decision.

I want to see them.

Just take us home.

Please stop! I need to get out!

Where's our lullaby?

Like our
Sprayhoppers, vanished.

Maybe not.

You used to think
we needed wind.

I still do.

Ah!

See?

We're not forgotten.

What should
their name be?

I don't
know... it...

It almost feels too soon
to think about that.

Maybe. But we
should call them something.

What do you think,
Joseph, of Sprayhoppers?

Speed courier. I have
a letter for Syl Adkins.

Dear Syl...

This is Regina Carter.

Though I do not know when you
might come upon this note,

I am sending it to
your parents home

with the hope you will
find it at some point.

I received the news
earlier this afternoon

while at the university.

Though the last time we saw
each other was some years ago,

I remember well that we got on.

Anyway, I hope you don't mind
if, in this short note...

I write things I feel a
need to say to someone,

and I'm afraid that person
can now be only you.

I was told where and how
your parents were discovered.

We can only hope at that moment

they felt free of
anger or sorrow...

or regret.

Beyond the instant
of their deaths,

nothing will be mended
except by the sentiment

of those who may
have witnessed them

as they were at the end.

I was never certain...

but I always suspected
their love was formed

by a sustaining
wave of some kind

that pulled them together
and never released them,

something I must believe
was theirs alone.

They deserved a loving
and unconscious end...

beyond experience.

These are, Syl...

their ever-ending days...

of being dead.