The Chumscrubber Page #5
yourself to me. I trust you.
I wonder what that would be like.
If we could just switch roles and...
...you could be the parent
and I would be the child
and you could tell me what to do
and I would listen to you
and I would trust you.
Are you OK?
I'm supposed to be making
a casserole now
for Troy's memorial service.
I don't know
what's wrong with me.
My basic energy level's
been noticeably low lately.
Mom, I'm sorry.
- I have to go.
- Nope.
Do not explain yourself to me,
I told you not to do that.
F-17 Tigershark.
He's here.
Took you long enough.
Here, this is
everything Troy had.
Is this the kid?
Yeah, that's him.
- All right, let's go.
- All right.
Fine.
Wait a minute. Wait.
- What?
- What is this sh*t?
- What? It's all there.
- VeggiForce?
- What are you doing?
- Yeah, this whole bag here.
You trying to give me
stupid vitamins?
They're not just vitamins.
No, no.
This is an entirely new life system.
Billy, leave him alone.
- Kick his ass.
- Sh*t.
Billy, get off of him.
Stop! Stop it.
What are you doing to him?
- That dude's crazy.
- I saw the whole thing.
- He started hitting for no reason.
- Let go of me!
Get off of me!
You stay right here.
Honey, honey call the cops.
Crystal! Hey!
Get off of me! Crystal!
OK, so, now, you want to tell me
about this fight at the mall?
No, not really.
Dean, make an effort for me, please.
I'm sure there is a reasonable
explanation for this, officer.
I'm all ears.
Dean?
The guy at the mall was Billy.
He and the other two forced me
to steal drugs from Troy.
Troy? Who's this Troy?
- Troy Johnson. He's dead.
- He committed suicide, sir.
I don't understand.
I told them no, so to force me to do it,
they kidnapped my brother.
Wait, are you kidding me?
You got a son who's kidnapped?
No, wait a second, listen.
They got the wrong kid.
They said if I didn't get the stuff
from Troy, they were gonna kill him.
- You just said Troy was dead.
- He is, officer.
- Dean...
- So I did it, only Charlie...
...my little brother, Charlie,
switched the drugs on me.
And I wound up with a bag
of my mom's VeggiForce.
- VeggiForce?
- It's this vitamin line that she hocks.
VeggiForce! I know that stuff.
Right, I know, VeggiForce, right. OK.
Yeah. You don't know,
do they make a weight gainer for kids?
- I could check, I guess.
- Anyway, that's why we got in a fight.
- 'Cause he wouldn't let the kid go.
- Which kid?
The kid who was kidnapped.
OK. I think I understand.
You were fighting
with a guy who's kidnapping
and drug smuggling
with a guy who killed himself.
- Yeah.
- Well, that's great, Dean, you know?
any reports around here of missing kids,
so how do you explain that?
I can't. I can't explain that.
Officer, can I...?
What's his name,
this missing kid? What's his name?
- Charlie.
- Charlie what?
Officer Bratley,
could you step outside a minute?
- I'd like to talk to you in private.
- Officer Bratley?
Can you make
some sense out of this?
- I believe I can, yes.
- All right.
- You stay put.
- Yeah.
I kinda wanna go home now.
I'm not having fun anymore.
Billy.
Well, at least
let me set you a plate.
Listen, I spoke to a colleague
of mine at the hospital.
These are a stronger version
of what I've already given you,
but, listen,
they're perfectly safe, OK, pal?
Look, Terri, if I could
just talk to you here.
Michael, I'm just gonna take a bath, OK?
- It's been a long day.
- Terri, we have to talk!
Michael, I have done absolutely
everything to prepare for our wedding.
Everything!
All you have to do is show up.
OK? That's it. Show up.
Please don't leave me,
please don't leave me.
- You are gonna listen to me.
- No.
It's about the day we met.
There's something
I never told you.
Have you seen my son, Charlie?
Hillside is growing.
And this is what it's all about.
This new Ocean Crest development
is exactly what...
I am so sorry about this, Mr. Mayor.
Michael.
I'm Terri.
Bratley,
from Terri's Interior Visions and...
...I actually designed all of this.
Wonderful.
I feel... I feel so different.
Look at this. The footprints...
- Yeah?
- Look, it's like...
- Yeah, look at this.
- Like dolphins.
Dolphins, that's right.
Dolphin.
"To begin, each of us alike,
to actually conjure magic.
This must finally be our goal
as free-willed beings.
The joyous acceptance
of a pure state of synchronicity,
through the seemingly random
happy accidents of our lives."
Don't you see?
Nothing is random.
Nothing happens by chance.
There is a power at work here.
A power greater than all of us.
Don't you see what this means?
I just love you so much.
I was so scared.
Tomorrow...
...I'll show you everything.
Yes, I am Dr. Stiffle. Yeah.
You know my book?
So you've heard of me?
And my book.
Yes, yes. I see that
you are familiar with my work.
"To actually conjure magic."
- Terri?
- Honey.
Now, do you see my vision?
Dean, Charlie, breakfast.
- It's not coming off.
- I thought you understood.
Do we have any paint thinner?
Go to the garage and look for some.
- Paint thinner.
- Paint thinner?
Or maybe some white paint?
We'll just put a coat
of white paint over all of it...
- And no one'll see it.
- You're not making any sense.
- Why in the world would you do that?
- Don't answer it.
- Don't answer it.
- You need to calm down.
- Where's the beautiful bride?
- Hello. Come in.
How wonderful, the dress.
Guys, I really need to
talk to you about something.
Where are the keys?
It's about that kid, Charlie.
I think we kinda kidnapped him.
Here they are.
That's not funny, Lee.
Listen to me!
We've had him since Friday.
I don't know what to do.
All right, let's just calm down.
I'm sure you didn't have a part
of whatever those kids
are doing down there.
It just started out as a joke. I didn't
think Billy was really gonna do it.
- A joke?
- Wait a minute.
Is this a kidnapping or not?
That sort of thing
doesn't happen around here.
If it is,
I'm going to have to call the police.
- The police?
- In our home?
Just a minute.
I'm talking to Lee.
Lee, is it a joke or not?
No. It's nothing.
No, you don't have to call anybody.
Well, I, for one,
did not find that very funny at all.
And neither would a top-tier school.
You guys, just go.
Everything is totally fine.
Our little man.
Yeah, we'll always be here for you.
I don't know why
it came to me as a dolphin.
It's just a sign.
It could have been anything.
But now I'm aware
of a connection
that I didn't
even know was missing.
Maybe we've all been missing it.
Lou, I'm so glad you're here.
- We need to talk.
- Now is not a good time.
Talk to Lou. We need
to get some closure here.
Closure? Where's Charlie?
Where is he?
Excuse me, could you help me
hold up this end, please?
Hey, I'm getting married today.
I love Michael now,
I thought I made that perfectly clear.
- Where is Charlie?
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