Sound of My Voice Page #2
someone you've never met...
...sitting in trucks for weeks...
...sprayed with, I don't know,
who knows what.
Yeah, but these aren't
exactly natural either.
Well, true. But Maggie says
when prices go up...
...people will start growing gardens
in their garages.
We'll be all right though.
Maggie's taking us to a safe place.
Maggie? Are you dying?
Yeah.
So are you. So is PJ.
Joanne's dying. Peter's dying.
Lorna's dying.
Every life is a death.
And most deaths are suicides.
Some are more gradual than others,
like cancer after years of smoking.
Or in my case...
...traveling back in time
to save the people you love.
Even if you kiss him as you leave the room
And even if we don't say a word
In front of them
And even if we never get to show our friends
GARNER:
Is that Abigail Pritchett?At least three episodes a week.
Maybe she has narcolepsy.
[CAR HORN HONKS]
DEWITT:
She's always in that hat.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Okay, I bring you some hot milk. Okay?
Can you look at me
for a second there, Lorna?
LORNA:
Hello, Peter.
Hmm.
Okay. Well, this transmitter records
everything from the camera...
...but would go out of range
outside of 50 feet.
So how in the world
do we bring this with us?
Peter. No way.
Well, people need to see this.
People need to see a video of Maggie.
Peter, that's too big to swallow.
Don't swallow that.
Okay, wait, wait, wait.
Eat this.
Give it some padding
so it won't tear you up on the way out.
[PETER GRUNTS]
Are you okay?
Not sure.
Yeah. Ahem.
Close your eyes.
Go backwards to childhood.
Travel back to a time before words.
Are you there?
What does it smell like?
What does it taste like?
How do you feel?
Now live there.
[PEOPLE LAUGHING]
[BABBLING AND GIBBERING]
Okay, come back to me.
Come back to the present.
Now you can eat your apple.
Do you know what's in that apple?
Logic.
Bitterness.
It's intellectual bullshit.
You've already eaten the apple.
That's what it means to grow up.
The question is...
...how much of it can you get rid of?
The apple is in you.
Like the fear is in you.
It's spreading throughout your body
like a virus.
How can we purge ourselves of shame...
...of self-hatred...
...and rise to our callings as chosen ones?
You all have the privilege
of knowing the future.
But are you gonna be ready for it?
Pathetic.
[CHRISTINE VOMITING]
[COUGHING]
[CHRISTINE GASPS]
See how committed Christine is.
[COUGHS]
[PEOPLE COUGHING AND RETCHING]
MAGGIE:
You're purifying yourself.
Preparing to receive your destiny.
Feels good to be rid of the apple, doesn't it?
Peter, there's no rush. We'll wait for you.
Thanks, but I can't throw up. Uh...
Never have, not even as a kid. $0...
All the more reason to let go now.
Just let it go, Peter.
Just relax.
And let it come up and out.
PETER:
Lorna.MAGGIE:
Sit down.Lorna's fine.
She's just protecting you.
[WATER POURING]
Do you wanna be a cripple
for life, Peter?
You're letting her be your crutch.
Do you like being lame?
Ask yourself...
...why do I like being lame?
Ask yourself.
Ask yourself now. Say it.
Say, "Why do I like being lame?"
Um...
Why do I like being lame?
That's a good question.
Why do you like being lame?
I don't know.
Liar.
You do know.
We don't have anywhere to go.
Do we?
No.
We'll all just sit here breathing in the
smell of everyone's puke until you can talk.
Because I don't wanna face myself.
Okay. Why?
Because I might not...
I might not like what I see.
What do you see?
Weakness.
Tell me something I don't already know.
You wanna know what I see?
An anal-retentive prick.
Who can't dance, who can't breathe.
Stop it.
Can't make his girlfriend come...
...because he's so self-involved.
Who took your power away from you?
Who made you feel so powerless
you've become obsessed with control?
With thinking everything through
instead of feeling anything.
Who?
Who hurt you so much
you never wanna feel that way again?
Was it your father?
Was it your mother?
Shut up.
Shut the f*** up, you f***ing c*nt.
What are you hiding from me, Peter?
She abandon you?
She leave you to start another family?
Was she a whore?
I'll hit you.
I'll hit you in the face.
What'd she do to make you so angry?
Shut up. This is so stupid.
What'd she do to you?
What'd she do to you?
She gave up.
She died.
I was a kid. And she died.
She's dead. Everybody happy?
What happened next?
You live with your dad?
Did you live in a foster home?
No.
Who took care of you?
My grandparents.
I see.
You were a good-looking kid,
weren't you?
You're handsome now.
But you must have been beautiful then.
You were in a new house.
A new bedroom.
You felt abandoned.
Angry. Unloved.
Did he come to you at night?
No, of course not.
She watched him like a hawk,
didn't she?
He wait for you after school?
You were all alone.
Fresh as the fallen snow.
And he knew.
Did he make you swallow his poison?
You were powerless then.
But you're not anymore.
You can let go of it, here, with us.
Peter.
It's not my choice, it's yours.
Let it go.
[PETER COUGHS]
You're brave.
Thank you.
Are you okay?
Mm-hm. Yeah, I'm fine.
Okay. I know that
we just wanna start our day...
...but if we don't talk about it...
Talk about what?
What do you wanna talk about?
I don't know. I mean...
I guess I've never seen you cry.
Those weren't real tears.
But they weren't fake.
Yes, they were. They were fake tears.
She's a megalomaniac, Lorna.
She knew things about you.
No. She didn't know anything about me.
She wanted to be right
and I let her think she was.
So all that stuff was--?
It was not true.
Come on. Of course it wasn't true.
I'm sorry.
...but I had to do what I had to do
to get us out of there.
Peter, I just feel like we're in over our heads
with this whole thing, you know?
It's like we started out wanting to make
a documentary on cults.
And now we're in one?
Yeah. That's investigative journalism.
She's dangerous, Peter.
You said that yourself.
What do you wanna do?
You wanna go back to our normal lives.
That's fine. We can do that.
I can teach all day.
You can stay home
and write and surf the web.
And on the weekends we can get wasted
at various art installations...
...or sneak forties into random foreign films.
And then it's suddenly, like, we wake up
and, whoops, where did our 20s go?
But somewhere in the Valley...
...there is a woman living in a basement
who claims to be from the future.
She's actually amassing followers.
she'll lead them to salvation or whatever.
And, yes, she's dangerous...
...but we have to see this thing through
all the way or we're chumps.
Don't you wanna do something
that matters?
Yes.
Let's do it.
We're a team.
We're a team?
Oh, we are totally a team.
I'm doing this with you.
Yeah.
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