She'll be happier with the remedial kids.
How do you know that?
Because she's remedial.
She just can't talk, Philippe. It's not the same.
She presents challenges to us
that the school is better equipped for.
-Also, the name of the school... -What?
Madame Walrafen's Environment of Special Needs and Delinquency.
So?
So, okay. So we're sending our daughter who can't talk
to a school half full of girls
who stab people with pencils?
Delinquency?
They keep them separate. The dumb girls and the delinquents.
Except for recess.
-(indistinct chatter) -(girls chanting skipping song)
(chuckling)
(indistinct chatter)
(girls chanting skipping song)
I heard she can't talk.
She has selective mutism which means
she can make noises but only sometimes.
Like when?
She can scream, for instance. In states of high agitation.
Cool. Let's put her in a state of high agitation
and see if she screams.
Yeah, that'll be cool.
Want to play Mercy?
I don't know how.
We take hands. Then we just try
to playfully twist and bend each other's hands
until one of us surrenders. By saying mercy.
No, thanks.
(screaming)
Say mercy. Say mercy.
Mercy.
(girl chuckles, mutters)
Mercy?
(grunting)
(girl laughing)
Get off, you twat.
-(grunting) -(gasping)
You can scream?
(grunts softly)
When?
Under what circumstances?
Do you know that word?
So when?
Well, they couldn't make you... even with their stupid game.
You're a tough one.
(pen cap clicks, paper rustling)
(pen scribbling)
(pen cap clicks)
I'm in the dumb school, but I'm not dumb. I just have a bad dad.
Hey, I get it.
I'm in the bad school. But I'm not bad.
My mom just doesn't care about me.
(pen cap clicks)
Agathe.
(chuckles softly)
(bell clanging)
("Sure Shot" by Beastie Boys playing)
♪ 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Mike D, come and rock the sure shot ♪
♪ I've got the brand-new doo-doo ♪
♪ Guaranteed like Yoo-hoo ♪
♪ I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu ♪
♪ I'm a newlywed, I'm not a divorcé, yeah ♪
♪ And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey ♪
♪ Well, it's The Taking of the Pelham One Two Three ♪
♪ If you want a doo-doo rhyme, then come see me ♪
♪ I've got the savoir faire with the unique rhymin' ♪
♪ I keep it on and on, it's never quittin' time and ♪
♪ Strictly handheld is the style I go ♪
♪ Never rock the mic with the pantyhose ♪
♪ I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go ♪
♪ 'Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario ♪
♪ Pull up at the function and you know I Kojak ♪
♪ To all the party people that are on my bozack ♪
♪ I've got more action than my man John Woo ♪
♪ And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew, yeah ♪
♪ Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Oh, well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic ♪
♪ Use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic ♪
♪ To send my rhymes out to all the nations ♪
♪ Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Keep on and rockin' the sure shot. ♪
DENNIS: I mean, does anybody care
about the fucking important severed finger
reconnection time frame that we're on here?!
Fuck, man!
I don't care if John's not back
with the last finger that might be mine.
I'm going to the hospital and I'm gonna put
those fucking fingers back on,
whether they're mine or not!
RON: Tom said you can't go to the hospital.
Tom's not my dad!
-My dad just owns two Arby's! -TOM: What's he doing?
He's trying to go to the hospital.
Dennis, you cannot.
You did that already, did you not?
Uh... previously?
Yeah, I did, when John stabbed me.
Yeah. All this is the result.
Right? All this.
So I'm afraid you're going to have to abide...
They're my fucking fingers!
Sir.
-Hello, Tom. -Den...
(whispers): Shit.
Are all these people supposed to be here?
JOHN: No.
But it's okay.
They're my friends.
Well, I'm John's mom.
I don't know what the fuck is going on here,
but you and you are going to the hospital.
They cannot, Bernice.
They can, and they are.
Cool, because we only have, like, less than an hour now.
Holy shit. (shudders)
Who are all these people?
I'm John's husband.
No, you're not.
No, I'm not.
I'm still married to Alice.
I'm John's best friend, Dennis.
I got shot, too. On my shoulder.
-It was just a little bit. -Eddie.
Oh, my God.
But cooler than that,
this is my son, Efram.
And that's Carol, who's awesome.
She's a vet. Can't put fingers back on.
But she's a great vet and a dancer and a mom.
And this is my mom.
Do you have those fingers?
Yeah, in my pocket.
Dennis has one of them, but I have the other one.
Okay, then let's go.
They cannot.
Those are your son's fingers and his friend's.
-Best. -What?
-We're best friends. -Uh, okay.
You've said that too many times. It's weird.
Let's go.
All right. Have it your way, Bernice.
It's not my way, Tom.
It's the way of putting fingers back on your son's fucking hand.
(exhales)
You know, no one ever listens to me.
Aw, what do I know? I'm just the director of intelligence.
Okay.
Fuck.
♪ ♪
My sweet mom made me get my two fingers put back on
My dad's allowing that,
pussing out 'cause he's a little bit afraid of her
Man, I don't want to have a monster hand.
But he's got a point about the people
who are following me. And when my fake name's on the radar
I'll still have a middle finger
But I know I'm gonna have additional jellyfish trouble
I gotta start working on a nursery rhyme
Center my focus so I don't disclose
classified information under anesthetic
It's a technique we use
but I'm probably not gonna be any good at remembering one
'cause I'm exhausted
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner.
And the spider diddled something with his thumb
And all the motherfuckers couldn't put him back together
I think a dish did something with a spoon
How many women did you not stand up for?
On the Metro today?
-Yeah. -Three.
(chuckles)
Four.
Hey, Stroughs.
He's in Paris.
Lakeman?
Yeah, John Lakeman.
(phone chimes)
He's in Paris.
-Lakeman? -Yes.
-John Lakeman? -Yes.
Cool. So is Sophie.
How did she know?
She's Sophie, she's smart.
She just kept following the unusual congressman.
You were right. That is Lakeman with the unusual congressman.
Lakeman's in Paris.
♪ ♪
He's in Paris.
With a moo moo here, knick knack paddywack
If a woodchuck could chuck some fucking wood
Hickory dickory diddle diddle, bah bah monkey
Black sheep in the middle
Old MacDonald had a fall, and he fucked up his farmer head
He cracked his shell
What the hell?
I don't know. What?
♪ ♪
(groaning)
What...?
Fuck...
(monitor beeping steadily)
(seagulls squawking)
James?
James, hey.
Come in. It's getting cold.
James?
Jellyfish.
James, forget about the jellyfish.
I have to keep track of the jellyfish.
Why, James?
I can't say.
Honey, please.
I'll come in after all the jellyfish
have been accounted for.
James, they keep coming up the estuary.
You can't count them all.
JAMES: I'll come in after.
After you've tracked all the jellyfish?
Yes.
All of them?
Yes.
Never seen so many.
What, honey?
They just keep coming.
Hello.
Can you make out anything?
...no.
Can you see shapes?
...no.
Can you make out any light?
...no.
Shadows?
...no.
Nothing?
You can make out nothing?
Nothing.
(whispering): Hey.
We can go.
Okay.
Why are you in the stairwell?
I'm just trying to keep a lower profile
what with all this hell breaking loose.
Headed to your room.
Why are you in the stairwell?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Not really.
I just wanted to leave the room.
I just came here.
(Tom sighs)
♪ I once held her ♪
♪ In my arms ♪
Are you hungry, Mouse?
No, I'm fine.
♪ Always stay ♪
♪ But I was cruel ♪
♪ I treated her like a fool ♪
♪ I threw it all away ♪
♪ Love is all there is ♪
♪ It makes the world go 'round ♪
♪ Love and only love ♪
♪ It can't be denied ♪
♪ No matter what you think about it... ♪
MAN: Lakeman's being discharged in an hour.
♪ Take a tip from ♪
♪ One who's tried. ♪
We beat the clock, John.
Yeah.
How are you feeling?
You both?
Medicine's wearing off.
I think we were supposed to pick up a prescription.
We should probably just get back to the room.
Get off the street.
Yeah.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
Did I just faint?
Yeah.
From pain?
I... I don't know why, but...
I'm sorry.
It's-it's a new sensation,
this-this fused new-bone pain sensation.
Um...
Let's go get the medicine.
JOHN: Can't.
TOM: Can't what?
JOHN: Pick up the pain stuff.
It's for Lakeman.
Yeah.
You're on the radar now.
Yeah.
Lakeman is on the radar.
Yeah.
Because of your mom.
Well, also because this whole plan's fucked up, but...
Yeah, well...
also your mom.
Okay.
S-So, you're not in pain?
I'm okay.
The regular guy fainted.
Okay.
So you're saying you're okay?
'Cause you're probably feeling the same thing.
You had the same thing done.
How are you?
Pretty good.
Go get the pain medicine.
Go on.
JOHN: Okay.
♪ ♪
(speaking French)
WOMAN: And how did you learn that John Lakeman was in Paris
-at that point? -MAN: (sighs)
Due to, I guess...
pain.
My guess was...
due to my own history with broadening violence
and the pain it creates...
...and due to the fact that John Lakeman
was admitted to a hospital in Paris through an emergency room
and held greater than 16 hours...
...my guess was he was in pain.
In Paris.
And probably surrounded by it.
Was my guess.
WOMAN: So you encountered him first
at the pharmacy in Paris that morning-- the subject?
-MAN: Mmm. -WOMAN: That was his mistake?
MAN: No. I mean,
I don't know. Mistake?
He was just picking up pain medicine.
That's okay. He's a kid.
He's not John Wayne.
I thought he might do it, and he did it.
And that's where we picked him up.
Yeah.
(Carol sniffles)
EDWARD: Oh, hey.
It's okay. I'm sure lots of veterinarians
would have failed at the finger thing.
CAROL: I don't care about that.
You almost got killed.
Edward...
I don't want you to do what you've been doing.
EDWARD: Being a congressman?
CAROL: No, that's okay. I mean...
it's kind of gross,
but I'm not afraid of it.
I mean... helping your dad.
EDWARD: I'm not helping my Dad, I'm helping John.
You're hot when you operate.
CAROL: Thanks.
EDWARD: You think it's hot that I got shot?
-Little bit? -CAROL: No.
EDWARD: Little bit?
CAROL: Little bit, maybe.
Cantar Walley leaves in three days.
All's calm enough for now, so, uh,
let's take a couple days off.
Rest up for it.
Yeah?
Hello.
TOM: Hello?
Gregory Gordon, HR.
Tom...
Yeah, we met at the duck hunt.
What are you doing in our...
Leslie summoned me.
Here. From Luxembourg.
To help shore up our Denon presentation.
Which is listing, and...
And...?
He mentioned John could use some shoring up.
Also.
Leslie mentioned that.
Hey, there.
(chuckles)
Hello, son.
Leslie Claret.
(chuckles)
I'm very pleased to meet you.
Hi, I'm Valerie.
Well.
Who do we have here, huh?
Hey, buddy.
I'm your grandpa.
What do think of that?
(quietly): Oh, my God.
MARCUS: Fuck.
Ah.
(clears throat)
Oh. Okay.
Well, I guess we enjoyed this one previously.
So, when were you guys blessed
with this beautiful little girl?
He's a boy.
Oh. Yeah.
Well, it's the hair.
Sorry.
Probably needs a haircut, huh?
We'll decide that. Thanks.
Oh, of course, of course.
I'm just pointing out that the boy needs a haircut
'cause he looks like a girl.
-Don't say that. -What?
You know what?
This was a bad idea.
Can I talk to you?
-It's getting late, Dad. -What's wrong, son?
Hey, let's just talk in the kitchen for a second.
I'm gonna give you a haircut.
With this steak knife.
Is that cool?
Hey, he's probably nervous.
He probably had a glass of wine before.
He probably had coke.
And ten glasses of wine.
Come on.
It's awkward for everybody.
Please.
It's called the Dutch Boy.
It's a real classic.
Oh, my God.
What?
Stop. You're cutting his fucking hair?
We're having a good time here.
You're fucking wasted.
It's late, Dad.
It's time to go.
I just got here.
It's time to go.
We were having a-a nice moment, here.
I used to cut your hair on occasion, pal.
It would give us a chance to catch up, and...
and we'd save a buck.
♪ ♪
Are you getting any more sleep?
Recently?
Not really. No.
And, um, the, uh, card tricks?
Yeah, no.
"Yeah, no," what?
Are they serving as a great stress-busting...
No, I-I stopped doing them.
Okay.
Are you...
uh, consuming small, nutritious snacks
throughout the day?
No.
Are you eating meals?
No.
Um...
No, I...
Sometimes, I-I guess, I...
They gave me a little applesauce thing.
At the hospital.
Little... applesauce box.
But I didn't eat it.
Okay, that doesn't count as a meal.
Okay.
John, I'm con-I'm concerned.
Okay.
How much sleep are you getting, John?
None.
Privation and strain
accompanied by delayed restoration,
such as periods of social comfort or sleep,
uh, creates...
unsustainable psychological landscapes.
We need certain things.
Like sleep.
And beyond that, in fact, we discovered.
This sounds odd-- I understand that--
but it's a real thing.
What is?
Dream deprivation.
Dream deprivation?
We need sleep, in part,
because we need to dream. It seems.
Uh, to gain release or some,
uh, I guess, clemency
from obeying the laws of waking life,
the demands of waking life.
We need to dream, John,
and if you deny yourself your dreams
for too long a period of time,
and you keep moving forward in this same state,
uh, you can be compelled to lose a sense of reality.
To make a break, uh,
from the encumbrance or...
weight of reality.
This can happen.
Irresistibly.
So, let's get to the bottom
of what's keeping you up at night.
Hey.
W-What's the worst thing that you've ever done?
Me? Um...
summer session, undergrad.
Syracuse.
Uh, me.
Brad Conrack.
Tad Pondich.
Dine and dash.
Applebee's.
What's the worst thing you've ever done?
I shot a male hotel maid.
What?
I shot a male hotel maid in the head.
Gregory...
could I talk with you for a moment, please?
♪ ♪
WOMAN: So now we're up to the day.
The day you actually confronted Lakeman.
Later this day, what was the nature
of this confrontation
this day in Paris?
I can tell you in-- forgive me--
my Milwaukee street slang.
Paris was fucked up.
EDWARD: So John has this phone.
This extra phone he always has.
TOM: Yeah.
Well, he told me once,
that if you want to call something off,
you'll call him on it.
That he always has to keep it near and on
because you might call it.
Then he can just turn and leave.
That's true.
I'm just wondering...
Yeah?
Why haven't you used it yet?
(indistinct chatter)
Yeah, so I'm getting married.
Yeah, so, I'm getting married, so...
Carol always wanted to get married in Paris,
and, well, we're in Paris.
And I got shot, and it made me think,
if I died,
Efram would cry and Carol would,
but if I was his dad for real, which I am,
and her husband for real, well, then they'd cry harder, right?
Probably, yeah.
And that's what it's all about, right?
How hard you can make someone cry when you die.
Your little sayings are getting better, man.
Thanks.
...and then she said, "Can I sleep in your castle?"
Tom.
I asked you, a while back,
I asked you to give John some rest,
a day off or something.
You said no.
I'm telling you now, he needs rest.
Are you asking me or telling me here, Al?
I'm telling you to show me you give a fuck about your son.
I gave him a couple days off.
Also, I'm thinking about quitting.
-Quitting what? -Being a congressman.
What are you gonna do instead?
-Find buried treasure. -Cool.
Yeah, it is cool.
And I think it's gonna feel real good...
to quit doing something
that I don't really...
not with all my heart, you know.
I think she's trying to catch Dad, man.
She should have come for Myna by now.
Something's going on.
Why hasn't she come for her? It's... fucked up.
That's fucked up, you know?
Yeah, it is fucked up.
So... best man?
-Best man? -Yeah.
-For you? -Yeah.
Fuck yeah.
-Hey. Eddie's getting married. -No way.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Cool move, Cool Rick.
So can we talk bachelor party?
-Yeah. -We're getting married tomorrow,
so that should be... today.
I really want to see Dennis fucked up.
Yeah, and Icabod and Gordon.
(chuckles)
And we can bury John Lakeman, too.
Why?
I can't be him anymore.
Mom made me get my fingers back on as him,
and people are looking for him, so he has to disappear now.
He has to go away.
I have the day off.
I heard.
So can we get the party started now?
-It's, like, 11:00 a.m. -Yeah, I know.
(chuckles) Let's do it.
-Are you gonna drink? -Probably.
It's a bachelor party, and I have the day off.
Well, you're on painkillers. Just be careful.
-You're coming with us. -I am?
Yeah.
So, I guess Carol's coming with us now, too?
'Cause...
Guess so.
("Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" by Bob Dylan plays)
♪ When you're lost in the rain ♪
♪ In Juarez and it's Easter time, too ♪
♪ And your gravity's down... ♪
The man from Luxembourg...
Yes.
The young man we took the money from in Luxembourg.
John Lakeman.
Yes.
He's in Paris.
How do you know?
He was admitted to a hospital.
Here.
In Paris.
He's here.
We're leaving.
Prepare to depart with Cantar Walley from Paris by 1:00 a.m.
♪ Now, if you see Saint Annie ♪
♪ Please tell her thanks a lot ♪
♪ I cannot move ♪
♪ My fingers, they're all in a knot ♪
♪ I don't have the strength ♪
♪ To get up and take another ♪
♪ Shot ♪
♪ And my best friend, the doctor ♪
♪ He won't even tell me what it is I've got ♪
♪ Sweet Melinda ♪
♪ The peasants call her the goddess of gloom ♪
♪ She speaks good English ♪
♪ And she invites you up into her room ♪
♪ And you're so kind ♪
♪ And careful not to go to her too soon ♪
♪ And she steals your voice ♪
♪ And leaves you screaming at the moon ♪
♪ Up on Housing Project Hill ♪
♪ It's either fortune or fame ♪
♪ You must pick one or the other. ♪ ♪