Birthmarked Page #4

- Come on, Luke, run like

a good little dog to Mommy.

A**hole. That is what you are.

(Maya giggling)

You are the biggest a**hole

I have ever set eyes upon.

(soft music)

And you claim

you got something going

Something you call unique

But I seen

your self-pity showing

As the tears

roll down your cheeks

Soon you know I'll leave you

And I'll never look behind

'Cause I was born

for the purpose

That crucifies your mind

So con-convince your mirror

As you've always done before

Giving substance to shadows

Giving substance evermore

And you assume

you've got something to offer

Secrets shiny and new

But how much of you

is repetition

That you didn't whisper

to him too

- What can I say? You got yourselves some kick

- ass kids.

They're... they're awesome.

- Ha! What'd I tell you?

Thank you, Julie. Thank you.

- Awesome how?

- Well...

even after 12 years

of homeschooling,

they were perfectly at ease

in this social environment.

They weren't intimidated.

They socialized.

- So now dissociative behaviour

symptoms?

Catherine, listen,

I've worked with hundreds,

if not thousands, of teenagers,

I've seen them steal, drink,

lie, beat up their parents,

beat up each other,

beat themselves up,

touching themselves...

touching each other,

touching their pets.

To varying degrees,

it's all somewhat normal.

So I know my analysis

is extremely superficial,

but trust me,

your kids are fine.

- No, Julie...

my kids are not fine.

(loud music and thudding

upstairs)

What am I missing here?

(loud thudding and music)

- Excuse me.

- It's a very interesting

analysis you made.

- Thank you.

(heavy metal blaring)

- You like lamb?

- Lamb? Yeah.

Then stay for dinner.

I made kebabs,

and a light garden salad.

(heavy metal blaring)

(kids screaming)

(kids panting)

- Where did you get this?

Hmm? Where did you get this?!

- Julie gave it to us.

(panting)

What's wrong?

(soft music playing)

- Maurice,

do your breathing exercises.

But...

I knew it. I f***ing knew it.

(Maurice):
A**hole.

- Maybe throw in

some horseradish.

- Horseradish. -

Mm-hmm. (Julie chuckling)

You gave this to our kids?

- They liked it in the car, so I

gave it to them. Is it a problem?

Calm down, Ben.

It's just music.

You should leave.

- What is wrong with you?

- Please go.

(softly):
You are such a freak.

Always have been.

Pack up your sh*t...

and go!!

Oh you make me strong

- Come back. Come on.

- No.

You two... you two are a mess.

If anyone needs help here,

it's you. It's not your kids.

Sorry.

- Bye, Julie.

I'll be in the shower.

(Roger Whittaker's

You Are My Miracle playing)

To feel the joy and pain

as I do

You are my nights

You are my days

(song fading)

(Catherine):
300 miles per hour.

(Maya):
That's impossible.

You can't even drive

the lawnmower.

(Maurice):
I can totally drive.

Want to bet?

It's really not that hard.

Sammy showed me.

(soft music)

Well, I could do it.

- Maurice, come on,

everyone already knows I'm a way

better driver than you anyway.

- I... don't think

this is a good idea anymore.

- What are you talking about?

Of course it is!

(narrator):
For Luke,

Maurice and Maya,

the afternoon spent

frolicking in the pool,

away from their parents,

triggered an awakening.

Meanwhile, Ben and Catherine

were finding it

increasingly difficult

to agree on the right course

of action.

And had not gone

for a horsey ride in weeks.

(sniffling)

(sighing)

(whirring)

(helicopter approaching)

- What the hell

are they doing here?

- Hi!

- Hi! What a surprise! (Maurice): This is so cool!

(laughing)

- I got goodies!

(kids laughing and chattering)

- Have you heard

of Alfred Russel Wallace?

- Uh... reggae guy?

- No.

19th-century biologist.

- Potentially the greatest

field biologist of his time.

Like Darwin, he proposed

a theory of evolution.

Yet nobody's ever heard of him.

A man completely forgotten

by history.

Why do you think that is?

Because Darwin published first.

He simply wanted it more.

He was more determined.

What is this?

- Two Portuguese scientists are

conducting the same experiment as you guys.

They've got two pair of twins,

and they're nurturing them

on intelligence, creativity,

aggression,

and sexual orientation.

So you see, there's no point

in being Alfred f***ing Wallace.

Just watch.

(indistinct chatter)

Aggression.

(both grunting)

Sexual orientation.

- Damn those Portuguese.

Every time.

But... this is medieval.

It has nothing to do

with what we're doing here.

- You're missing the point.

- Well, you may like

these short-term results

of these Portuguese guys,

but that's exactly

what they are:
short-term.

In 10 years' time, these kids

are gonna be whacked.

- Whacked?

- Yeah! You can't raise kids like caged animals.

We have brought up our kids as normally

as possible given the circumstances,

and I'm only hoping now

that they'll be okay.

- Catherine,

you're not listening to me.

We are way past the point

of discussion here.

Now, what I want from you is

to act on what I'm telling you!

- Oh, oh, oh! So you want us to go medieval

on our kids? Have you lost your f***ing mind?

- Can you calm her down? Is there a switch?

- No.

- Oh, my God.

- Anything wrong here?

- Nobody cares about the second

man on the moon, Catherine!

We need to be the first.

- Well, not like this.

- If that's your attitude,

maybe you're not ready

to finish this job.

(scoffing)

I want the kids.

- What do you mean,

you want the kids?

- If you don't have the humility to

learn from your Portuguese counterparts,

I'm gonna ask Phyllis here to take

care of them for the final sprint.

- What?

- Your maid?

- Personal assistant.

And they love her.

- You need to get the f*** out of here!

- Excuse me?

- Oh, you heard me! Back on

your horse, Billy f***ing Bronco!

(door slamming)

Turn that off!

Mom! Dig deep!

Find that serenity!

Dig deep!

- Yeah, she's been really

strung out, but don't worry,

we're gonna do

what we have to do.

- For sure, that's all I

want to hear. Here. Take this.

- Mm-hmm.

- Who the hell's Bronco Billy?

(roaring)

(Maurice):
Mom! Dig deep!

- Phyllis can be very maternal!

Could be good for everyone!

It's a win-win!

Think about it!

- That's it.

(under her breath): Sh*t!

- Let it all out!

Like the rivers of Babylon!

Take off! Take off! Quick!

- What are you doing?!

- Oh, my God!

That goddamn cavewoman...

just stuck an axe in my chopper!

(Maya gasping)

- Okay.

- What was that?! You need to calm down.

- Don't even.

- What was to be gained by threatening

to take away their children?!

Oh, put a sock in it, Phyllis!

Sweetie... honey...

- Your behaviour

was only disgraceful!

- You're a personal assistant! This is

above your pay scale, don't you think?

Calm down.

I love you guys.

Catherine?

Okay...

(soft music)

Hey there.

Nuts?

Tough day, huh?

(scoffing)

Do you want me to leave?

Mm. No, stay.

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