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- Yes.

It's a... It's a cultivar.

- It's a strain called Barneo. Barnea.

- Barnea.

It's disease-resistant.

Dad's other tree got an infection.

This one will live long after I'm gone.

Oh, yeah. Touch me here.

Here.

Touch me here.

Oh, wait.

Daddy?

Are you awake?

I hope not.

This is Ravyn, with a Y.

Hi, Ravyn with a Y.

I need to ask you.

When I was little...

...like, 5, we went to the bakery

on Sunday morning...

...to get, like, bagels or something,

and it was raining, remember?

You remember?

Yeah, I remember.

You parked in front of the bakery

and you turned to me...

- ...and you said, "Yes."

- Yes.

And I said, like, "What?"

And you just said, "Yes."

And I said, "'Yes' what?

Why did you say that?"

And you said that one day

you'd tell me.

Yeah.

I wanna know.

I want you to tell me what that meant.

Why now?

Because I'm 16 now, Daddy.

I don't wanna have to

wonder about it anymore.

You can tell me in front of her.

You can say anything in front of her.

You were 5.

You were sitting there in the seat

next to me and I was just so...

...filled with love for you.

And I knew...

...that one day...

...you would come to me

and you would ask me for something...

...something that you needed...

...and that only I could give you.

And that morning...

...I decided to give you the answer...

...so that...

...when the day did come...

...I could remind you of that moment.

And you would know then...

...I've been waiting my whole life

to give you...

...whatever you need.

Yes.

The answer is yes.

Yeah, can I, like, see it?

No, I really don't think

that's a good idea. He doesn't know.

See what?

- Your stump.

- Ravyn.

What? I mean, he's gonna have to

get used to it eventually.

Daddy?

Daddy.

Daddy, it's okay.

Daddy? Daddy, it's okay.

What were you thinking about?

- When?

- A minute ago.

You were talking to Billy. Then he left.

You're staring at the pool.

P.J. came up to talk to you,

you didn't even notice him. What?

What are you thinking about?

I don't know.

Are you thinking about us?

Maybe.

I can't remember.

Just close your eyes.

What?

You can remember better

when you close your eyes.

- Why is that?

- Well, think about it.

When you close your eyes,

there's nothing to see...

...but memories.

George?

I don't have much time.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm so sorry.

Why?

I know what happened.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

I was supposed to take care of you...

...and I hurt you.

I don't know how to fix that.

You could have gotten me in trouble.

But you didn't.

You cared.

And now I--

I can care for you.

Now.

Right now.

What is that?

It's the tree of life...

...waiting...

...waiting...

...waiting for spring.

Happy birthday.

Listen, Jenny, you know...

You know I don't want you to leave.

But I need to know...

...what are you gonna do?

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Filled with over 100 snapshots

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From the Garden of Gethsemane

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This hardy Barnea cultivar

is guaranteed to live...

...for hundreds of years.

F***. F***.

F*** me.

Forty-nine.

Forty-nine.

Fifty-six.

Fifty-six.

Sixty-three.

Eighty-six.

Seventy-seven.

Ninety-three.

You cannot leave.

- You do not have a number yet.

- Let go.

When you have a number,

you have to wait.

- No. No.

- For your turn.

- I'm not one of them. Let--

- But you are here.

Let go of me. Let go-- Let--

No, no.

No, no. Let go.

Let go of me. Let go of me.

Son of a b*tch.

I know you didn't just call me a b*tch.

Hey.

Is it all good?

Yeah, all good.

I wanted to say thank you

for the pictures, the album.

Sure.

You know, it's important

to remember all that stuff.

Of course it is.

Because things might change, Neddie.

Right.

Right, you know.

No matter how much you're afraid

I won't turn out right...

...or worry about stuff...

You think I worry too much?

Yeah.

You can give me a kiss good night,

you know.

Right.

Right. I'm still a kid.

- Good night, son.

- Happy birthday, Dad.

These are the wages of fear.

I'm in room 721...

...Mt. Abaddon.

And this...

...is George Grieves.

As you can see, his eyes are still open

and this is how he sees himself now.

It's different

from how he saw himself before.

And did he ever imagine...

...that it would come to this?

See.

Now, maybe if you spend

your whole life worrying...

...the only way that your life will have

meaning is if what you fear becomes real.

This is something I must investigate.

Hey.

Neddie. Start running, Neddie.

Get out of the room.

Start running, Neddie. Neddie.

Visiting hours are over.

Okay. Yeah. Sorry.

Good night, Dad.

I'll see you tomorrow. I'm sorry.

You ready...

...for a little lesson?

To be set free?

For a dose...

...of reality?

First, the lesson.

Do you know who I am?

I told you my name, b*tch.

You forget that?

I know you didn't forget that.

Come on, you Caucasian motherf***er,

say it while you still got a pair.

Mandingo.

That's right.

That's my name.

But do you know who I am?

No, I mean, in a metaphorical sense,

motherf***er.

Do you know what I am?

I'm the weight on your chest.

I'm your cauchemar, your pesadilla...

...your Alptraum, your incubo, yo.

I'm the morbid oppression of the night.

I am the fear behind your left titty.

I am the dark un-f***ing-known.

I'm the father of cool,

and the king of jazz...

...and the porch-sitting,

watermelon-sucking brother...

...who fucks up neighborhoods

and breeds gangsters...

...and makes your dick feel small.

I am mud hut-building,

spear-chucking darkest Africa.

I am the king of Egypt.

Grandpappy of all the sand niggas.

The lord of they, them

and all them that be other.

I am the army of Islam.

I'm the sickle-cell...

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