The Beaver Page #5

But, sir,

the Today Show is on television.

What are we hiding? We're winners.

We should be shouting it from the rooftops.

It would certainly be a story.

I'm gonna tell you something

that I've never told anyone else,

but I think you're ready to hear it.

Okay.

I'm not a puppet.

I'm real.

I'm alive.

And the world needs to know.

You all right, love?

Some trouble?

I talked to Dr. Macy today.

What did he have to say for himself?

He says that you haven't been to see him

in over a year.

Dr. Macy says that you're sick, Walter.

Very sick.

Yeah. Right.

He said this sounds like

some kind of a mania.

Okay, well, who gives a sh*t

what Dr. Macy has to say?

I fixed him.

Everybody else seems to get it.

Henry, people at work. Everyone except you.

Does that tell you something?

You just want to live like this forever?

Talking through your hand?

I'd say it's been a pretty

smashing success so far, wouldn't you?

You need help, Walter! You need help!

You're sick.

"Help." Eat the pill, read the book,

see the bleeding expert.

- Walter finally helped himself.

- Listen to yourself. This is insane.

You're talking about a puppet.

No, Meredith.

You're talking about a bloody puppet.

We're talking about a miracle.

Who's "we," Walter?

I know it's hard, mate. I know.

You can't afford to get mixed up

in all of this.

You just keep moving.

Keep moving and don't look back.

You're right, of course.

Walter is sick.

But make no mistake about it, love.

I'm not going anywhere.

I've rented a house.

I'm taking the boys

and everything we can carry.

I don't want you to call.

I don't want you to visit.

If you're determined to lose your mind,

well, I can't stop you.

But I'm not gonna let them stand there

and watch it. Not my sons.

Insanity may play at the office,

but it's not gonna work in front of a judge.

Why aren't you coming with us?

Another time, mate. Another time.

But I want to stay with you.

You go with your mum, all right?

We'll get it sorted. You'll see.

Everything will be good again real soon.

All right.

- Bye.

- Let's go.

Bye.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, too, son. I love you, too.

Go on. Off you go. Go on.

Well, sometimes, Matt...

May I call you Matt?

Yeah, sure.

Sometimes, a single inspiration

just comes to you

in the middle of the night.

But your genius seems to hide

in a stuffed toy.

So people have to doubt

your sanity a little.

Well, Mozart was said to occasionally meow

like a cat,

but he got on all right.

Great music, don't you think?

Walter, I want to talk about depression.

Because the way it's been told to me,

this whole thing started as a way for you

to deal with your mental illness.

Well, all right.

Well, sometimes, Matt,

we reach a point where, in order to go on,

we have to wipe the slate clean.

We start to see ourselves as a box

that we're trapped inside.

And no matter how we try and escape,

self-help, therapy, drugs,

we just sink further and further down.

The only way to truly break out of the box

is just to get rid of it altogether.

I mean, you built it in the first place.

If the people around you

are breaking your spirit, who needs them?

Your wife who pretends to love you,

your son who can't even stand you.

I mean, put them out of their misery.

Starting over isn't crazy.

Crazy is being miserable

and walking around half asleep, numb,

day after day after day.

Crazy is pretending to be happy.

Pretending that the way things are

is the way they have to be

for the rest of your bleeding life.

All the potential, hope,

all that joy, feeling,

all that passion

that life has sucked out of you.

Reach out, grab a hold of it

and snatch it back

from that blood-sucking rabble.

Walter, it's good to have you here.

Thank you.

This is a picture of Walter Black,

a hopelessly depressed individual

who becomes the Beaver,

who becomes a phenomenon.

There's a lot of people out there

who are desperate enough to listen.

People seem to love a train wreck

when it's not happening to them.

Norah, look, we need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

Yeah, well, I called you, I texted you,

and I IM'd you,

and it never seems like a good time. So...

Maybe you should take that as a hint.

I'm an idiot, all right?

That's not how I wanted things to turn out.

I like you, all right?

I actually give a sh*t.

You don't give a sh*t about me.

You don't even know me.

Look, your brother OD'd, all right?

But ditching your own talent,

what makes you you,

that's not gonna bring him back.

It's just going to make you nothing.

You stay the hell away from me.

You and your psycho family.

Are you happy? Are you truly, truly happy?

Because, Jon,

there's something lacking in all of us.

A missing piece.

There's a little bit of a black spot

or a dark spot.

It's that obvious?

I'm sorry to say, Jon,

but Walter needs a little help.

Because he's not too articulate

at the moment.

In fact, he's not well.

Get up. Get up.

Get up, you miserable wanker.

You're not going to get much

out of ol' Walter.

He's feeling a bit under the weather,

you see?

Come on. It's a radio show.

People can't even see the puppet.

So why talk through the puppet?

Hello?

Mere, it's me.

Walter, are you okay?

Yeah, look,

I can't... I can't...

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Walter? Walter, talk to me!

Who are you talking to?

- Hang up. You hang up right now.

- Walter?

Can your mother stitch?

You'll never win.

- I want Daddy. Where's Daddy?

- I know.

I want the Beaver.

Are you awake?

Honey, you've got to go get Dad, all right?

Why?

He's not answering his phone,

and Henry won't stop crying.

I just don't know what to do. Please.

Come on, baby.

We're going to find Daddy soon. It's okay.

Haven't I given you

exactly what you asked for?

You don't need them, Walter.

I love you.

I'm the only one that

really, really loves you.

And that is why

I would never let you go back.

Never.

I don't want to sleep anymore.

Maybe...

Maybe, you know,

we should work on something.

Yeah, sure, mate. Come on.

Walter, not like this.

Don't do it.

It will be worse than before. Much worse.

Do you want to end up

a worthless, lonely piece of sh*t?

You're nothing without me, Walter.

Nothing!

I'm the only part of you that works.

I'm sorry.

Walter! How about Henry, your kid?

You remember him?

Walter!

Dad?

BP's dropping. Don't touch the tourniquet

until he's on the table.

It's the only reason he still has a pulse.

Wake

From your sleep

The drying of your tears

Today we escape

As the new CEO of Jerry Co.,

I want to assure people

that the company is back in good hands.

Pack

And get dressed

Before your father hears us

Before

All hell

Breaks loose

I paid Porter $200,

and he did some research.

I let my family down.

I'm really ashamed about this,

and I just want to put it behind me

as soon as possible.

Grasshopper,

are you fishing in our lily pond?

Come on. Let's go see your dad.

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