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didn't fight back.

He'd just sit there

until the teacher came.

And he was all bloody.

He was a perfect child.

A perfect baby.

Very independent.

Very smart.

Never fussed.

He always kept himself busy

reading stories and coloring.

He was always doing these ...

private things.

Private games.

- Thanks a lot.

- Forget it.

I got it

from Baton.

It's loyalty.

- To the shithole?

- Maybe.

Better than this.

No way.

They're straight with you here.

You know what's what.

Don't be too sure.

Hey, you got any rolls?

That's alright, man.

Forget it, okay?

Baton.

Ok.

I'll see you later.

Bolton's re-emergencence in my life

contradicted any memory

I had of him as a child.

At Baton he was

solemn and small.

Even I picked on him.

Stay out of my way, Bolton.

You hear me?

Something about my memory

of Bolton disturbed me

but I could not put my finger

on just what it was.

All night long

I built an imaginary life

of which he was the center,

and I always gave that life,

which was begun over and over

and transformed a dozen times,

a violent end.

- Hello?

- Dr Graves?

This is Dr. Olsen,

Nancy Olsen.

I've been trying to reach you

for quite some time now.

Are you ...?

Is everything okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Good, I'm relieved to hear that.

I did not know what happened.

I thought that maybe you'd decided

to turn down the internship.

That perhaps I had interrupted

you at a critical moment ...

It's just that after

your terrific success

I wanted to be the first

to congratulate you.

Hello?

Hello, Dr. Graves?

Hello?

Dr. Graves?

This is Dr. Olsen.

Dr Graves, I know

you're in there.

Dr. Graves!

What happened to your face?

Do I ... look lascivious?

Like the pitiful,

decrepit result

some hideous indulgence?

Huh?

Well, ... take a good look,

Miss, Dr. Olsen.

Because that's exactly

what I am.

Dr. Graves.

Please,

call me Tom.

Tom,

What happened?

I ...

accidentally ...

ingested ...

The serum?

- Yes

- Oh God.

All of it?

What are you going to do?

There is nothing

I can do.

You know as well as I

that the hormonal system

is self-perpetuating.

The biomagnetic field

is irreversible.

I'm a monster.

You're not.

Then look at me.

Now, kiss me.

Sorry. I'm a little

worse for wear.

No.

I have the greatest respect

for you, doctor .

And of all people

this could happen to,

Why did it have to be you?

I just don't know.

The fact is ...

It doesn't disgust me

in the slightest.

On the contrary.

It breaks my heart.

Don't.

He was a meek soul.

People pick on meek souls.

It's something in human nature,

Something very sad

about human nature.

We have to pick on those

who are weaker than us.

And that is exactly

what happened on Park Street.

In the two and half years

Richie attended

Park Street elementary school

he allegedly made 47 visits

to the nurse's office

His mother was called

as many as 25 times,

and Richie met with the

principal at least 10.

12 classmates were suspended

and 3 expelled.

I remember that he was involved

in fights in the cafeteria

and even in the playground.

For a little kid ...

he was noticeable.

Some people felt sorry for him,

but most of them wanted to hit him.

It was weird, because he was

just the kind of person that

you want to see get creamed.

Once, I was right in the middle

of giving him an injection

and he called me fatso.

I mean, ... I could have

hurt him or something.

I just think he was evil.

Often it was a bloody nose,

it was a sprained ankle...

if it was not skinned knees, then it was

somebody put something in his milk ...

Once, and unfortunately, I discovered

him and a slightly older boy,

Gregory Lazar,

in the equipment room.

And Gregory had the poor kid

over his knees

and was apparently,

really giving it to him.

Everything the principal said

about it was completely a lie.

I didn't attack

Richie Beacon at all.

He just kept bugging me,

kept bothering me, every second.

He made me.

I got this when I was a kid.

This guard was always

calling me pretty boy, right?.

Pretty Boy.

So I caught him.

This is a tough one, look.

And that was tough, huh?.

You're a kid and you get something

like that. You think you're gonna die.

This one here ...

I was crashing in church... Now, you

should never crash in the churches.

This is bad luck.

I told Nick.

This one here is...

almost invisible,

but it's right there.

It's pink, do you see?

Yes

I got it in La Salle.

Latvian needle, I think.

Anyway...

There's nothing wrong with

being out in the world, Tom.

I don't know why

you so nervous about it.

People come down with

all kinds of conditionss.

This is just one of them.

Hello!

Just ignore them.

Don't!

Why?

I can't.

Well, I can't do this.

Not now.

But Tom,

I'm in love with you.

Look at me, Nancy.

Think about what you're saying

and look at me.

Tom!

Tom!

Richie was extremely gifted.

Imaginative.

Always telling elaborate stories.

He was a chronic liar.

And often involve

other classmates

in these stories of his.

And they'd get very angry.

He liked

controlling people.

And watching them

boil over.

One day I was in the garden

I think it was Sunday.

And suddenly I saw something come

running from the Beacon's house.

I thought it was a deer,

a little deer.

But when it came towards me,

I saw it was a little boy,

five or six years,

He was naked.

And he came running, closer...

and he was exhibiting

himself right in front of me.

As he got closer to me,

he squatted down and ...

he had a crap

right in front of me.

He got up, turned

around and he ran away,

like a wild animal.

I didn't know what to do...

So I went home

and closed the door.

I just was so shocked.

Every time I do a job,

I get stiff.

Every single time.

Because you were doing with ...

What's his name?

Nick,

that goof of yours.

What?

I do my jobs solo, man,

I can't do them with someone else.

That's not what I heard.

What have you heard?

- Nothing.

- What?

Nothing.

What?

Just that you and Nick...

you were partners.

Who said that?

Don't remember.

Who?

Look, I don't remember.

What do you think you're looking at?

You f***ing queer!

F***ing Scum!

Do you think Nick gives a sh*t

what people think?

You know what Nick would do?

Well, he's busted into a tribe,

He'd f***ing piss all over it.

But first he'd do it up,

he'd drink or eat,

he'd take a bath ...

screw me ...

I tell you, that guy ... Once we

were in a bank in New Orleans ...

We?

What?

Listen, don't be f***ing smart with me,

man Broom, don't start, I'm serious.

I mean,

don't start with me.

- Bolton.

- So what?

So, we did sh*t together,

we got busted. Big f***ing deal!

And who the f*** are you, anyway?

You know, you walk around

trying to act like a big shot,

Who are you kidding?

You are this f***ing

fruit in this joint.

Hey!

It was only a matter of time

before Bolton would be accepted

by the big shots.

Go ahead.

And nothing could threaten

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