Candiland Page #4

- No, no, no, no, no!

- Okay, so you're the new

Messiah.

- Not yet.

Not yet.

We're not cleansed yet.

We're not ready.

- He says cleansed a lot.

I can't remember the

last time I saw him eat.

He's seeking some form of

enlightenment.

If I am to be a good wife,

if I am to be a Saint,

I need to find a way to join

him.

- Oh wow, Arnie!

I didn't know you were

so good with your hands.

- When you're in the marine

corps

you learn how to tenderize the

feet

for the marching and the combat.

You know, when Peter turned

pro we were on the road

a lot, and I didn't want

something like

a sore shoulder to slow us down.

I know he's all I talk about.

- More like obsess about.

- It's just hard to shake off.

All that time building a

perfect future for my boy,

and it's gone.

- I cleaned for you.

- You peeked.

- - Peeked?

At your drawings?

No I didn't.

- You did.

- Trash!

Out.

- No.

- The garbage, it'll come

back and it'll haunt you.

- Haunt?

- Uh-huh, haunt.

The trash will haunt you.

- Curse?

- That's right.

Old, moldy, smelly garbage is a

curse.

- My son wanted to be a doctor.

I remortgaged the house,

I sold everything I could,

worked a second job,

all to try and get him

through medical school.

- And what happened?

- Well, he became a doctor.

Got a good practice, good house.

And every once in a while if I'm

lucky

he sends me a Christmas card.

- Come on, Peter!

Let's not play this game

anymore, just talk to me!

- No.

Don't curse me.

- Relax, it's just the food.

Who is it?

- Delivery.

- You can just leave it out

there, please.

- Okay.

- Stand down!

- No!

- Oh my god.

- Daddy!

- Oh, son.

You're not eating.

- I'd die first!

- The great tragedy in life is

not death,

it's what dies inside of

you while you're living.

- I'm not a f***ing robot

that you can just keep

programming.

- No, but you're becoming a

robot that has no program.

- Peter says if he had

a gun he would kill you.

- Well he doesn't have,

so I'm safe and so are you.

I'm keeping my eye on you buddy.

Oh damn.

There's nothing in there.

There's no nutrition!

Nothing but stupid stuff.

This is not an attack.

This is a rescue mission.

- You phony prick!

You never loved me.

- I do love you.

- No you don't!

- I do love you!

I'll be back.

With more reinforcements.

I'm gonna make my point with

you, son,

and you're gonna get it.

That's my mission here.

You can yell and scream all you

want

but I do not fail.

Oh boy.

- What're we gonna do?

Stop it, Peter!

I'm not perfect yet.

- You tried to be

separate, you let him in.

Refused to be cleansed.

- He forced his way in.

- Don't even try to know my

thoughts!

- He knocked me against the door

and it really hurt.

Okay, what number am I thinking

right now?

- You let him in.

- You don't know because

you can't read my mind,

but I guess that's my fault too.

- And now you're lying about it.

- See, you tried to say that

you're being one with me

but, you know, it's nothing

but excuses to talk to you.

Wrong.

You keep sabotaging everything.

- Me?

Draw.

Just work it out.

Write it down.

- I could kill you so easily.

- You can't kill me, cause then

we can't finish the gospel.

No, you must protect me.

It's our work.

- My work!

- I will haunt you!

I will come back and I will

screech and I will hiss

at all hours, and then I will

find your father and I will

haunt him too, so much that

I'll make him come back here

and find you and he'll put

you in the place where they

keep the f***ing loonies.

So draw!

Put down what you...

What you're feeling.

I know now that it's pain

that motivates Peter.

How I loathe to hurt him, but he

needs it.

He gathers his strength

by rallying against it.

But I must not abuse this power.

It can only be used for

the good of the gospel.

&k there goes my heart

&k there goes my heart

&k there goes my heart

&k there goes my heart &k

- police, open up!

You won't answer the phone.

- Daddy!

- I've got the police here

to force their way in.

- Daddy, please go away.

- No!

I'm not going away.

- Peter, this is officer Bauer.

Open the door, please.

- Daddy...

If you love me-

- shut up!

You open the door now.

- I can only get through this

without you,

do you understand?

- You need my help!

Open up the door!

- No!

- Well I got news for you,

I'm gonna force this door open.

- If you do, I'll never forgive

you.

- Sir, we can't just bust

down someone's door without

just cause.

- Are you worried

about his safety?

- I'm his father.

That's why I'm pushing hard.

And maybe I should be

using a gentler approach.

I don't know how to do that.

- That tends to be more

effective in these situations.

- Here's my card.

If things escalate we

can always come back,

try this again.

- Yes ma'am.

Well thank you both very much.

- Good luck.

- Peter, I've sent the police

away.

Are you still there?

- Yes.

- This is good, us

having a talk like this.

Do you feel it's good?

- No.

- I appreciate it even more.

I want to know how your lady

friend in there is doing?

She's beautiful.

You better be treating

her like the lady she is.

- Go away, dad.

- I love you, son.

I'll come back tomorrow and

we can talk some more then.

- Maybe.

- Maybe?

That's a good answer.

- Maybe.

- I heard you.

I like it when you're talking to

me.

Keep feeling that!

- What? What did I do?

- No more curses.

- I didn't curse anything.

- How did it get in?

- What?

- That thing that you were

chanting.

- That?

That's just an old tune from

a stupid dog food commercial.

- Do you want some dog food,

Tess?

- Ow, ow, no I don't!

- This place could be paradise

but you keep letting them in!

- Letting what in?

Peter!

Peter, gather your thoughts for

me.

- They could've used

psychology to cure the sick.

They'll trick us into

remembering useless garbage.

Useless, pointless garbage!

Filling up our head until we

can't think straight anymore.

You don't have any privacy.

You consistently look at me

with that confused expression

on your face because

you really don't care.

Because you can't think straight

enough

to realize what you lost!

- Peter!

Stop just staring off

into space like that.

If you have something in your

head

you have to share it with me.

- No!

You'll pollute it.

You'll curse it.

- How?

It was just a little jingle.

- That doesn't bother you?

- No!

No please!

Please stop! Please!

We're making our own experiment.

Peter, we're...

We're creating.

We're our own gods in our own

universe.

God must have Satan: You.

- No, please don't do this.

I love you so much and I just

want

us to be happy and serene!

From now on I write in code,

a simple one I taught

myself in high school.

Apparently I'm not working fast

enough.

I'm falling too far behind.

I must find a way, I

need to get to his level.

This'll be my mission.

It will not fail.

I must know, I must understand

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