Phantom Halo

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow,

and tomorrow...

creeps in this petty pace

from day to day

to the last syllable

of recorded time,

and all our yesterdays

have lighted fools

the way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle.

Life's but a walking shadow,

a poor player that struts and

frets his hour upon the stage

and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot

full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

Do it again!

Put this

where it can't be found.

Well, that'd be nowhere, then.

Quickly.

Neighbors are

cooking bacon again.

Beckett!

Samuel!

It's Daddy.

Well, good morning, boys.

Do you smell that?

Nothing like the smell

of bacon in the morning.

What is for breakfast?

Doughnut holes.

Where's the money?

What money?

Oh, don't bullshit me, Beckett.

I gave you everything I had.

Well, then we're f***ed.

Heh. No, you mean

you're f***ed.

I'm f***ed.

You're f***ed.

We're all f***ed.

It's not about

the pronoun, Beckett.

Where were you last night, Dad?

You promised.

God.

I was doing the best I can

to support you two boys

is where I was last night.

All right?

W-W-What's this, huh?

What's this?!

No, wait. That's mine.

You can't have that.

No, nothing is yours,

nothing. You got that?

Do you think reading this shite

is any good for you

and your brother, huh?

Do you?

Get dressed.

You're going to be late.

Go.

I know you all,

and will awhile uphold the

unyoked honor of your idleness.

Yet herein

will I imitate the sun,

who doth permit

base contagious clouds

to smother up his beauty

from the world.

What?

Go on.

When again he please

to be himself,

by breaking through the

foul and ugly mists...

Being wanted, he may be

more wondered at...

You think those idiots

are gonna notice?

That, when he please

again to be himself,

being wanted,

he may be more wondered at

by breaking through

the foul and ugly mists...

They're not gonna tell

if I miss a...

But you will know,

and then you'll lose focus,

and you'll trip up.

Do it again!

Being wanted, he may

be more wondered at

by breaking through the foul

and ugly mists of vapors

that had seemed to strangle him.

You're good.

Heh heh.

But at your age, I was better.

Did you see that punk giving

you the stink-eye on the bus?

No.

Could've taken him.

Oh, yeah? Where'd you

have taken him?

Right.

This should do it.

You're good, but at your age,

I was better.

The world is grown so bad

that wrens make prey where

eagles dare not perch.

And since every jack's

been made a gentlemen,

there's many a gentle

person made a jack.

I do the wrong, and

first begin to brawl.

My secret mischiefs

I set abroach

I lay unto the grievous

charge of others.

And now they believe it.

And thus I clothe

my naked villainy...

heh... with old odd ends stole

forth out of Holy Writ...

and seem a saint

when most I play the devil.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Listen, just keep

kicking him in the nuts.

Drag your keys across his face,

and just keep kicking him in the nuts.

All right, you got this.

You can do this.

Beckett, Miranda, are you ready?

All right.

It's late at night,

and you're walking

down a deserted street.

Now start walking.

Oh, boy.

Hey!

You all will not be here

to save her.

Look at me.

Let's do it again, okay?

Let's do it again, okay?

Okay.

Kick him in the nuts.

Okay.

No!

Get his ass!

I said no!

I said no!

No! No!

Yes!

That's what I'm talking about.

That's what I'm talking about.

You dropped this in there.

Ah, thanks, man.

I wish I had a bunch of women

trying to beat the crap out of me.

Oh, you saw that, Little Larry?

Pretty cool, huh?

Yeah. Well, I was

watching the class.

I saw you take off

that Darth Vader costume.

I thought, "Holy sh*t.

That's Beckett Emerson."

Did you, now?

Those chicks are

pretty hot, huh?

Uh, actually,

a lot of 'em been through a lot, man.

Yeah. So you

could take advantage

of their, uh, vulnerability.

Know what I mean?

Vulnerability isn't hot.

Hot is hot.

You wanna hang out?

You know, I'd love to,

but, uh, I'm really busy, man.

Ah, yeah. I gotta

be somewhere, too.

My next bus leaves

in five minutes, so...

You're still taking the bus?

You were the super boy geek.

I thought you'd have a cush job

doing, uh, computer science

or something by now.

Yeah. Well, yeah, I do

have the perfect job.

Holy sh*t.

What do you do?

I'll have to tell you

another time.

All right.

Come on. Come on, man.

Look, listen.

Come on, get back here.

I... I want to know

what you do.

You were in a hurry, remember?

Not bad, 500 bucks

and a snakeskin wallet.

You know the rules.

No wallets.

It's snakeskin.

Come on, Beck.

All right,

I'll burn it with the rest.

How much we gonna give to him?

A hundred, maybe two.

We gotta pay the rent.

Yeah, well, Rizzo can wait.

What, you want

to move house again?

You know he's just gonna

blow it all at the races

or on his drink,

whichever he gets to first.

Hey, he wins sometimes,

you know.

Come on, now.

Anyways, I figured out

how to buy the house.

So, we make money

out of money. All right?

First thing to do

is invest in real estate.

If the house is worth 220K,

10% down is 22K.

With a loan

at 4.5 interest rate,

we'd be paying less in rent than

we are now. Dad would be set.

You're completely delusional.

We don't have sh*t to invest.

We just haven't tried

to save enough yet.

No matter where you put it,

he's gonna find it.

You're just pissed off

'cause he took your fricking comic.

You know, outrun time,

that would be it.

Racing along

like the Phantom Halo.

Then we could just

disappear to another place.

There is no other place.

The Phantom Halo used

his radioactive powers

to break himself free

from the mud

that had trapped him

for millions of years.

We're... We're not

in the mud.

We're up to our necks in it.

You know,

we could harness it like the Halo did.

You know, it's official.

That comic book is

co-opting your brain.

What the...

How's my favorite

little rats doing today?

Rizzo, what up, man?

You locked us out?

Zip it.

Word's on the street

your dad's in pretty deep.

How much you need?

All of it.

The rent's late.

How 'bout 350?

How about I have my boy

Ronnie pay you a visit?

And before you can count to 10,

he'll have all your sh*t

sitting out on the sidewalk.

The hood could take their piece,

and you'll wind up empty.

Yeah.

Move all that this way.

Ah, all of it.

My shoes sure could use a shine.

F*** you.

Do not polish his shoes.

I only did that once.

I'll kill him.

Hey, hey, hey.

What the hell is this, huh?

Huh?

I know what you're up to.

You don't try

getting big on me, huh?

Eat it. Eat it.

You do what you're told.

Now swallow it.

Swallow it.

That's a good boy.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

You be a good boy.

F***.

I know you all,

and will awhile uphold the

unyoked honor of your...

idleness.

And, like bright metal

on a sullen ground,

my reformation,

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