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would fix things with her?

No. You didn't really want

to fix things, did you?

I don't want that!

It's broken.

What are you doing?

It's mine!

I'll have what she's having.

Ice-cream castles,

lips-to-ear rhymes

A slumber deeper than time

Who are you?

Slow, love

Slow

Only the weak -

are not lonely

Slow

Slow, slow

Slow, love

Slow

Slow, slow

You used to play so beautifully, Tom.

You had a song for every

little thing in your life.

It's a shame it had to end.

I understand.

Would you quit calling me Tom?

You don't even know me!

It's you who no longer

knows people, Tom.

And it's your own fault.

For feeding him.

Don't let him take all of you!

Wait!

These doors of yours aren't going

to keep your secrets safe from me.

Dad.

I had a bad dream.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

I'm doing nothing at all.

It's bedtime.

Go back to sleep.

But Dad...

- Is this about your mother again?

The circus...

It's not until tomorrow.

Just go to bed.

Dad...

What?

Are you scared?

How can you be scared of it

if you've never even seen it?

Huh?

Look.

It's just a bunch of clowns.

And trapeze artists

...wearing tights...

That's all.

Alright Buddy.

Back to bed now.

Thomas...

- Yes, sir.

Nothing.

Bed.Now.

No!

No!

... the snow storm is still escalating,

and the temperature is falling fast.

Our friends in the weather department

are forecasting record-breaking cold, -

so it's a good idea to stay indoors,

especially for the elderly.

The authorities are warning of

possible blackouts, so take extra care.

Maybe get yourself

some batteries and candles -

and keep an eye on for your elders.

Hello.

Well, well, look at you!

You're beautiful!

- Ann...

Of course.

How did you get in here?

It's a magic trick.

I can't reveal the secret, -

but it involved a brick.

Well, it's nice to see you.

What happened to

"you destroyed my life, you old b*tch"?

Nobody destroyed my life.

You people just did what you wanted.

Everyone for themselves, right?

- That's unfair.

It wasn't like that.

- Really? What was it like?

Because the band, and the tours,

and the money -

and all that stupid crap...

That seemed more important

to my dad -

than anything that had to do

with me or my mom.

And even when he was home,

he was never here.

He was always lost

inside his own mind.

Anyway I don't care.

You may have unresolved issues

with Tom. I don't.

Oooh, yeah.

I can see that.

Well, it's not like I've ever

been a part of his life, so...

You were always the most

important part of his life.

There. That's better.

I don't know why he had to

put the bad ones up too.

He just could never let go.

How cute!

You used to be a happy kid.

I used to be.

All thanks to him.

All he ever wanted was...

was to forget everything.

And move on with you.

Of course, it didn't work out.

You know, Ann,

it was a long time ago...

You really should just let it go.

When you get old enough,

you don't fear death anymore.

You wait for it.

And after a while, you hope for it -

even if you don't admit it.

Do you know why?

Because losing your mind before

you go is worse than dying.

You hope you'll check out before

your brain turns to some mush.

Yeah, well,

you still seem pretty sharp.

I'm talking about your father.

He's in a dark place right now.

Doesn't it bother you

not knowing how he remembers you?

No.

I think it bothers you more.

If he remembers me at all,

it's as something that was broken -

and then put back together.

And he was never

really good at fixing things.

He did the best he could.

I'm tired.

You oughta be

more careful, buddy.

Or else you're going to turn this

into a nightmare -No!

You're hurting me!

- You know I would never do that!

I want what's best for you.

Oh, now this is the real deal.

Hey buddy!

What are you doing over there?

Come here. They're starting.

Sorry! Now I get it.

You're part of the act.

Oh, I gotta see this.

Once upon a time -

in a daymare

Dying to meet you, little child

Enter, enter this sideshow

Time for bed the cradle still rocks

13 chimes on a dead man's clock

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

Daddy!

The bride will lure you,

cook you, eat you

Your dear innocence boiled to

feed the evil in need of fear

Burning farms and squealing pigs

A pool of snakes to swim with,

oh sweet poison

Bite me, bite me

Ladies and gentlemen!

Be heartlessly welcome -

to Cirque De Morgue!

And what a show we have

for you tonight!

Madam.

Mr Thomas Whitman!

A composer and a poet!

A bad, bad father.

With a bad, bad memory!

No, please, stop!

No!

No!

Restless souls

will put on their dancing shoes

Mindless ghouls

with lot of limbs to lose.

Illusionists, contortionist,

Tightrope-walkers tightening the noose

Oh, look!

This one's about your wife.

Just about nothing left of her, I see.

Hardly.

Worth the effort.

Memories. It's not like

you have any real use for them.

We all lose parts of ourselves

bit by bit -

by bit

What?

What the hell?

That's not how it turns out!

Stop! That's all wrong!

Don't change it!

You're wrecking it!

Thomas.

- Yes, sir. -Nothing.

Goddammit!

How many digits

do these things usually have?

I don't know.

Just don't try to break it.

It won't work.

We need to get this stupid thing open.

Why, Ann?

Cause when Tom locks

something away, it's important.

Well, he didn't have any money.

You guys pissed all of it away.

A little bitter, are we?

About having to pay for his care,

actually, yes, I am.

You did a good thing.

You let him stay here, at home,

with his memories.

Not so bad for somebody

who doesn't care about her father.

What were my options?

It was either that or have every

goddamn family friend drown me in guilt.

Nonsense.

This family has been out of friends

for at least a decade, sweetheart.

I wonder why. What with Tom being

so famous for caring about people...

I keep telling you.

He cared.

Another magic trick!

He picks something that he knew

he would never forget.

What a cliche!

What's in there?

"but all I am

is smoke and mirrors"

It's about him.

There's a shock!

"Miracles come in small packages"

"It takes so little to turn a child into

the most fortunate being in the world"

No! Stop!

Leave me alone!

I hate you!

Wait!

Who are you?

Wait!

So. Satisfied now, are we?

Yes. Because this...

this is what I grew up with.

Scattered pages,

songs, words of wisdom.

Fairy tales all around me.

You see that thing?

His precious arabesque?

His princess. He said the dancer

inside would spin -

if I managed to play the chords right

when I was learning the piano.

Look, Gem...

- No!

His idea of raising me was to feed

me these endless pipe dreams -

and weird monologues.

Because everything

was a performance to him.

And he did the same thing

to my mom. Strung her along.

Kept making and breaking promises.

And she always believed him!

Always!

And he always disappointed her!

Because you, you came first!

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