Cocoon: The Return Page #5

you'd face up to the fact that she's dead.

Rose is dead, Bernie, and you're not!

Are you all right?

Um, I, uh...

I was going through

one of Susan's photo albums today,

and there were some photos of David on

his fourteenth birthday at a New Year's party.

It's five years of his growing up

that we've missed.

This is our family. My life doesn't have

any meaning without them.

Ben, I want us to stay here.

I want us all to be together.

Look, I know you're worried,

about the boy and his mother.

I'm worried, too.

Look around, honey. I mean, everybody

we know, except for Bernie, is sick or dying.

They're dropping like flies.

Honey, I don't wanna

watch that happen to you.

I don't want it to happen to me.

And we can beat it, you know?

But it's not right.

People shouldn't outlive their children.

D'you want the truth?

I'm scared to death.

Don't you think I know that?

I'm scared, too, but not of dying.

I'm scared of living without you.

But I don't want to leave here.

Morning.

- How's it going?

- Good.

We can get in and out of the institute

without being discovered.

Great. Great.

That was some date last night, huh?

How are you feeling?

Foolish.

I should have known better than to eat

something when I didn't know what it was.

But thank you for taking care of me.

- So where did you sleep?

- Are you kidding? Sleep?

I was up all night

waiting for the cops to show up.

Well, I guess we made a clean getaway.

I'm sorry, Jack. Is there any way

that I could make it up to you?

Come on, come on, Kitty.

Compared to some of my dates,

last night was a raging success.

I don't know. Sometimes I think

maybe I'll be one of those guys

who never finds anyone,

lives on TV dinners, talks to his dog,

which is OK cos I kind of like dogs.

Jack, I'd like to show you something, but in

order to see it you'll have to close your eyes.

- This isn't gonna be anything kinky, is it?

- No, I don't think so.

OK.

Oh, oh, wow.

Sh.

Vital signs are dropping fast.

Respiration rate's down. Looks bad.

I think that dog and pony show wore him out.

What do you think?

I think that in a couple of days

it'll be out of our hands.

That's what I think.

- How do you know it'll work?

- It has to work. He wasn't revived properly.

If we don't get him back now,

he won't survive.

We need your help.

I don't know... Thanks.

Breaking into that place sounds kind of risky,

especially now that the military's involved.

Joe's right. What if we get caught?

Will you listen to us?

We're back less than a week,

and already we sound like

a bunch of frightened old geezers.

Have we forgotten what they've given us?

We owe them everything, and if one of

their friends need help, I'll damn well give it.

You can count me in.

Well, we're in.

- OK. Count us in, too.

- Good.

Once we get our friend back,

we'll go to the rendezvous point.

The ship will meet us at midnight.

If you have unfinished business, do it today.

Joe.

- Why don't you tell me, Joe?

- Bernie...

- We were going to...

- Don't you "Bernie" me.

You can all go straight to hell.

Bernie!

Goddamn it, Bernie, wait a minute.

When were you going to tell me, Joe? Or were

you going to let me find out after you'd gone?

I didn't have the heart to tell you we were

only staying a while. I was trying to help you.

Help me! You just yanked the rug

right out from under me.

Do me a favour, go be a good

Samaritan somewhere else.

You know, Bernie, you're the most miserable,

self-centred complainer I've ever met.

Other people are in pain and afraid, and

if you'd open your eyes you might see that.

As far as I'm concerned, you can feel sorry

for yourself until hell freezes over.

You don't deserve to have friends like us.

Here, here it is.

Now you throw it. Throw it fast.

That's the way. That's the way.

Throw it to Mary.

That's a good throw.

Yeah, that's the way.

Catch it.

Anthony!

- Anthony!

- Oh, no.

Anthony!

- Oh, God, no!

Someone, please call an ambulance.

Joe.

Hello, Bernie.

I went looking for you at the motel.

Ruby told me. I couldn't find the others.

How is she?

Doesn't look good.

Really something the way things work out.

She was so happy to be back here,

and then this happens.

Did you ever tell her?

- Tell her what?

- That you're sick again.

I've known you over 30 years, Joe.

After you blew up this afternoon,

I figured it out.

Will you get better if you go back?

I got better before.

You don't get sick there.

- Mr Finley?

- That's me.

Your wife's vital signs are stable

at the moment, but she's comatose.

I don't expect her to last the night.

I'm sorry.

- Can I see her?

- Yes, of course.

Honey, can you hear me?

Joe.

Hello, my darling.

What happened? I can't remember...

You were in an accident.

But you're gonna be fine.

I dreamed I...

Something was pulling me

farther and farther away.

And then you came and held me

and wouldn't let me go.

My God, Joe.

What's happened?

- What have you done?

- I gave you a present.

Something you needed.

You know, a lot of my life

I've been a selfish son of a b*tch.

Oh...

I haven't always taken care of you

the way I should have.

But I always loved you.

I know that, Joe.

I've always known that.

Joe...

I can't be without you.

Sure you can.

I want you to take thatjob.

And anyway...

my time's run out.

Oh, Joe.

I am so tired.

I am...

so damn tired.

Then rest, darling.

Go ahead and rest.

Well...

that's the end of an era.

Won't be the same now.

We never should've come back.

If we'd stayed put,

this never would have happened.

Aw, you can't second-guess fate.

You gotta take it the way it comes,

then try and figure out how to deal with it.

Joe would have liked this.

He loved the beach.

He didn't give a sh*t about the beach.

It's them smooth-legged girls in them

dental-floss bikinis... that's what he liked!

I'm gonna miss that old son of a b*tch.

Yeah.

Me too, pal.

Me too.

She's finally asleep.

Ohh...

Art, honey, can you give me a hand?

I'll be right there.

I think we overdid this.

Half of these things won't fit.

I've been thinking.

Could we be making a mistake?

I mean, are we doing right... by our child?

Is it fair to take him that far away?

I know it won't matter when he's young, but...

what about when he grows up?

Think of what he'll be missing.

All those experiences we took for granted,

he won't have.

Art, do you really think

I hadn't thought about that?

For all the snowflakes and sunsets

and rainbows he won't see,

think of what he will have,

think of what he'll gain.

A world with no illness,

no poverty, no wars.

Besides, if we stay here,

our child might not be born.

We'd never live long enough

to see him grow up.

Well, it's time we head out.

Be a good boy.

- Take good care of your mother.

- Wait a minute, Grandpa.

Thanks.

- Have a safe trip.

- Bye-bye now.

Bye, Ruby.

Oh, we can'tjust leave you here like this.

Please, won't you come with us?

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