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What do you think is for you?
Do you think he cares who you are?
In what you've become?
Your life here?
I do not know, Abby, you have a plan
for all of us, right?
You think you can save your humanity
but you've already lost.
You can not even see it.
I need to know what it is.
F*** you.
F*** you for doing this.
This is not only for us, Abby.
You took everything.
What the hell is that?
Something wrong with Joy.
You have to take her to the doctor.
They are dead.
Joy!
As birdie.
No! No!
Wait!
They are gone ...
... And it has been Maris.
Yes, I know.
I'll take you.
Anyway,
Morris was ill.
It's your fault.
Morris was to take with her.
Or do not you know that Abby
try to save?
Who is Birdie?
It's your sister.
Your real sister.
She died when you were born.
They had to separate from you.
Where do you think it is that scar?
Why did not you tell me?
Tell you??
You were obsessed.
No you ate.
Not sleeping. It took ten years
to make you to forget.
Now ...
Now you have two dead sisters.
Try to forget it.
F***! I have no f***ing idea
where they will be.
Relax.
Come to you.
Relax.
Hey ...
You know what I did before all this?
No.
He was director of marketing
Sloan & Richardson.
Remember that jingle,
"" Party flinger, flinger party ...
puts it in your face. ""
I wrote it.
OMG ...
Thanks for laugh.
I hated that ad.
Well, I did not say
it was good.
Do you feel better?
Come.
Let's take a walk.
Oh ... my baby!
Nothing happens.
We will seek help.
Swinnert!
Go get help!
I'm not going anywhere, baby.
Nothing happens.
Sorry.
I panicked.
You came and ran.
Where is Abby?
Judith.
Do not understand.
I want to go home.
I know what I do.
No, you do not.
Let me go.
I can not.
I can not.
It's in the basement.
Morris was dead when I arrived.
I can not do it alone.
I need your help
to end this.
F*** you!
Tumbala, Jude.
Jude, she wanted this.
Tumbala.
We have to help her get free.
No longer threatened!
Nothing can hurt you, okay?
Have you done that?
I give it back.
It's just a little girl.
She is not Maris!
This is Maris!
It's nothing, Jude.
She ...
... Had an abortion.
I love you.
I love you.
It's you.
It's you.
I'm so sorry.
I want to go home.
Jude ... come!
Come on!
Are you okay?
Get him out of here!
Be human, Jude.
Go.
It was you.
Your song.
It is yours.
Not a ship to take us home.
It is our mother.
I was waiting for John Tender.
He wanted me to know how it works,
if he could not.
I knew one of us
It was a bad person.
Yes, we can not survive here.
Need to retrieve their children.
It is part of us, as
we're it.
It is a tramp.
The Memorial rocket
leaves in less than a week.
I have prepared a capsule
to date him.
I intend to be in that capsule,
with sheath.
That's it.
The rocket disappear into the atmosphere.
And we will be free.
That is my goal.
My dream.
It is not known how long it has been
orbit, hoping that we return.
Fate put me on this path.
I will not leave now.
This is the can ...
I have left instructions.
We'll be there.
It will be sealed.
We still need
someone to drive.
Well, until recently,
intended to be my father.
I will.
The shove in the capsule.
I will send you all ... just tell me
where they need to send them.
Do not understand.
We are united.
Nine months before you were born
brought to a dead baby.
It was a girl.
I can not work with children.
It was the work of your mother.
He spent many nights here with her,
but she was not alone.
The father of the girl ...
I could not give him what he needed.
Nine months later, there you were.
He died when I saw.
Looking at the result of his indiscretion,
that's what killed her.
My dead sister is you.
I know.
I knew since I saw you.
I can not go with you.
This place ...
changes you.
It's what I wanted.
That's what she and I wanted.
Be alone.
See you in your dreams.
A three-story rocket
to be released on Thursday ...
In an ironic ending to this story,
the surviving astronaut, Sean Donnelly,
A eulogy to their fallen comrades.
His remains, introduced
in a sealed urn,
have been delivered
to NASA officials.
He will join the rest of his crew,
into the unknown.
Abby Go ..!
I found it here
So you can ...
start again.
Here's how you live.
Here's how we live.
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