Fearless Page #5

Look at this show!

It's beautiful.

Kate is so serious, isn't she?

Oh, look!

Adorable!

Bravo!

Beautiful!

Wonderful! Wonderful!

Wonderful!

FoLks, this is the captain here.

We're going to make an emergency Landing

at BakersfieLd Airport.

Fasten your seatbeLts before touchdown.

At that time...

...you'LL hear me say the words,

"Brace, brace, brace."

Hi, this is Nan. I'LL caLLyou back

as soon as possibLe.

Get into the crash positions

which your cabin attendants wiLL iLLustrate.

I'm not going to kid you,

it's going to be rough...

...maybe worse than that.

Pay attention to what

the cabin attendants say.

Good Luck to us aLL.

- May we be excused?

- Bring a bag of chips.

Let's play computer games.

Let them go.

It's a mistake to make them

anything but hamburgers.

Next time we'll have relish and ketchup.

What can you do? I don't mind,

as long as they're happy.

If we'll have Thanksgiving, let's do it right.

Max, don't play superdad.

Byron, honey, no.

Give me this. Give me this.

- This is garbage.

- What're you doing?

Go back to the table and finish!

- Max, calm down.

- I'm perfectly calm.

Listen to me. I'm throwing this out.

When you die, you don't get another life.

- Do you understand?

- It's not real dying. It's pretend.

- I know what dead bodies look like.

- Shut up!

It's going in the garbage.

- He's only a little boy.

- Lf it was up to you, he'd stay a boy.

I don't care!

Don't be cruel.

I don't want him to grow up

a frightened child in a man's body.

He's just fine, Max.

It's you who is in trouble!

Now give the game back.

Or keep on going,

but right out of our lives!

Our son is innocent.

Do you want to crash our marriage?

Okay, but don't hurt our son.

I'm not scared to end our marriage.

Neither am I.

Then I'll keep on going.

Good.

- Where to?

- Beautiful downtown Oakland.

Such a shame.

It was going to be gentrified and rebuilt.

Then the recession hit.

The country's falling apart.

The United States is finished.

But you and me...

...we're in peak condition.

You hungry?

In there?

Remember, we're ghosts.

They can't do anything to us.

You're really nuts. You are so crazy.

You should talk.

I can't believe you did that!

I'm not buying you another.

Look at this mess.

I've had it. We're going home.

So happy.

Maybe I am a ghost.

I was going to buy him a lot of presents.

Let's do it. Let's buy them.

What did he like?

How about a sword?

My son used to love swords.

He still does, but he's too old to admit it.

- What?

- What would your son like?

Does he play with Legos?

No, he's too young.

Bristle Blocks? Does he have those?

Babies can use them

and older kids like them.

You want me to buy a present for Bubble?

Bubble. Is that really his name?

It's Leonardo. I called him Bubble.

I can't buy him gifts. That's sick.

- Why?

- Because he's dead.

- Of course he's dead.

- You're not serious.

You wouldn't do this to me.

Would you buy a present

for your dead father?

My father?

I never bought him anything.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it. I just don't think

it's a good idea.

I made him something in school.

Carved his name in wood.

Made a little nameplate

that you put on your desk.

I was 13 when he died and...

...never had a chance to buy him

a real present.

Let's do it.

Let's buy presents for the dead.

Come on. Let's buy presents for the dead.

- I can't.

- Yes, you can.

Come on!

Who'll we give them to?

He liked to build things: Shelves, chairs.

He made our dining-room table.

Sometimes he'd give me a hammer,

let me do the easy stuff.

This is it. This is what he'd like.

Every time we came into a hardware store,

he'd stop in front of these.

It wasn't as magnificent as this one.

He'd be...

...totally silent...

...and then he'd say...

..."I'd like to have that"...

...and walk away.

Only thing I ever heard him say he wanted.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

I'd like to buy this for my father.

That's nice. I'll take care of that.

I've got to get him a monster.

He loves them.

I'll find him something.

Come here.

Look at this. This is great.

Do you mind?

Sorry.

Look what I have for us.

A beautiful bevy of desserts.

Now...

...this.

- Don't want any.

- We could use it as a paperweight.

I want that.

This is the only thing you can't have.

Now I have several other magical...

I have a magic mushroom for you.

Or better yet...

...the beautiful simplicity...

...of a ripe strawberry.

Let's dance.

Come on.

I don't dance.

Come on!

Pick up.

Hold on!

Oh, please, please, please.

Good night.

So I'll pick you up?

My goodness, it's night.

Where are we going?

We could disappear.

You all right?

What's wrong?

What?

There's something I have to tell you.

You got to promise

you'll never tell anyone.

All right.

All right, calm down now.

What is it?

What?

I want to tell you something

that nobody knows.

Do you remember...

...just when we touched ground and

it was like we were going to land okay?

What?

I let go of Bubble.

I had him in my lap.

I looked at the road and...

...I thought we were going to be safe,

and the wheels bumped.

I opened my arms.

I was safe in my belt, but he wasn't.

Oh, I see. It was your fault?

It wasn't the accident?

- I wasn't holding him!

- You killed your baby?

And the lawyer...

- Brillstein?

...I didn't tell him the truth.

I understand. So you're also a liar?

Yes, I lied! I lied to Father Conti.

I lied in the confessional.

I lied to the whole church!

- It wasn't your fault.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Carla, it's not your fault.

"Hail, Mary, full of grace...

"...the Lord is with Thee.

Blessed art Thou amongst women...

"...and blessed is the fruit

of Thy womb Jesus."

Carla, I didn't mean

that you killed your baby.

Carla, you're not to blame.

You couldn't have held on to your baby.

We were going hundreds of miles an hour!

Of course you think it's your fault.

God gave you a child.

It was your job to keep him safe.

But it's not your fault!

Stop it now! Come on, stop it!

That's enough!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Now what have I done?

Come on now.

I want you to get in the back.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on now.

Come on.

Just get in the back now.

This is your baby.

No, hold it upright, like this.

I know it doesn't look like a baby.

It looks like a toolbox.

It is a toolbox.

I want you to pretend

that this is your baby.

Pretend it's Bubble.

Now this is your chance to hold on tight...

...to save him.

Hold on to Bubble!

As tight as you can!

Pray to God to give you the strength

to save your baby.

Hold on to your baby!

Holy Mary, Mother of God!

Pray for us now

and at the hour of our death!

Right behind you. Careful, please.

Mrs. Rodrigo, how are you doing?

I'm okay.

It's whiplash. I was with Max.

I know. He's in intensive care.

He'll be all right.

Just between us...

...what happened?

He was showing me something.

What? That brick walls are hard?

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