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Please state

the purpose of your visit.

Visiting family. In Markham.

Thank you.

Next, please.

Refugees. Please.

Please state

the purpose of your visit.

I have three days

of meetings here

before I move on to Montreal.

Merci. Au revoir.

Please state

the purpose of your visit.

Well, hello there.

Is your mother or father

travelling with you?

Do you have anything to show me?

Some papers?

That's very nice.

One second.

Yeah, can you send someone

over from Special Handling?

Flight number?

Are you joking?

At this point,

we're still searching

for what carrier he came in on.

Christ. Well, let's keep him here

till we figure things out.

It's incredible

that he could've got in

without somebody somewhere

papering him.

How could something

like this happen?

Don't ask me. I've got my own

department to worry about.

You don't know where he's from,

you don't know

what processes they've got.

Maybe they've got sh*t.

I hope that's not the case.

Why are we being so quiet?

He doesn't understand

a word we're saying.

Hey, you wanna come here?

Right there. Good.

Okay, smile, honey,

I'm going to take your photo.

... Yeah.

Okay, well,

there are three possible flights

he could've come in on.

Yes.

So I need you to track down

those manifests and...

Sh*t, I gotta call you back.

Hey.

Don't drink that,

that's not good.

There's a water fountain

right over here.

Come on, I'll show you.

Hey, you wanna come

to the farm with me?

I was gonna pass through there

on the way to my friend's.

Come on.

It's got all the best animals.

Cows, horses and goats.

Sheep.

Just stay here.

Hey.

Hi.

Don't bike in the road, Cayle.

Hear me?

- Y es.

Stay on the sidewalks.

Where'd he go?

- Who?

That boy.

We were playing a game together.

What, you have

a new imaginary friend?

He wasn't imaginary.

You know I'm your only

non-imaginary friend, don't you?

Listen, I have something

to show you.

You won't believe it.

- What? What is it?

Not here.

Where?

Let's go to our place.

Look at this.

Listen.

"Residents

of Toronto's Cabbagetown

"have reported sightings

"of what they claim to be

a strange, sapiens-like humanoid

"scurrying around

in the cavernous underworld

"of the picturesque neighbourhood.

"One Parliament St. resident

"describes his run-in

with the creature.

"It occurred while he went

in search of his missing kitten.

"He discovered a hidden passage

leading under a building,

"and there saw a dead kitten

and the alleged monster,

"covered in slate-grey fur.

"After the creature whispered

in a raspy voice,

"'Go away, go away,'

"it scurried off

down a 45-degree-angle tunnel

which descended

as far as the man could see."

Wow.

- Can you believe that?

A monster, living underground.

Do you think it's real?

- Y eah.

How do you know?

- 'Cause I do.

Well...

my mom says

that monsters aren't real.

Well, they are.

Your mom just says that

so you won't be scared.

My mom used to tell me

the same thing.

That's what moms do.

Let's see it for real.

I know where there's an entrance.

Where?

- In the ravine,

under the subway tracks.

- I don't know--

- Come on, Jacob.

What's the matter?

You scared?

Ahhhh!

- Whoa!

You're such a sissy.

- But you scared me!

Mamma's boy.

- I am not!

Ah!!!

Come on!

You're too fast!

Cayle!

Where are you taking us?

Who's Cayle?

I am the great Queen Alabantia.

My kingdom is under siege

by an evil intruder

from another land.

Is there any brave knight out there

who might be able to save me

from this horrible intruder?

Me.

And who art thou, "Me"?

Sir Jacob...

of Riverdale!

So you're brave, are you?

The bravest.

- Prove it.

If you prove it,

I have many riches

to offer you in return.

Many.

C'mon!

You're in there.

Aren't you?

What are you?

What are you?

Ow!

Look who it is.

The freak and the dyke.

You two lovers now?

F*** off, Zack.

Oooh, "f*** off"!

That's pretty tough.

You telling me to f*** off, dyke?

I'm not a dyke.

Dyke.

Whatcha gonna do?

Watch as we beat on your little--

Come on!

Don't just stand there,

kick her ass!

F***ing pussies!

Don't you ever let anyone

talk to you like that!

Ever!

Hear me?

Okay.

Promise?

Promise.

Cayle?

- What?

I want to find it.

What?

I want to go find the monster.

You do? But we can't.

Zack and them are still back there.

They'd kill us.

Tonight, then. At midnight.

Jacob, are you sure?

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mom.

Good.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Bye.

Uh, I gotta go.

Dinner's ready.

Okay.

Tonight.

Come by my house at midnight.

Set your alarm and sneak out.

I'll bring flashlights and a knife

just in case.

Okay. Midnight.

Promise?

- Promise.

I'm home!

Hi, honey.

- Hey, Mom.

Did you have fun

with Cayle today?

Yep.

You stayed in the park, right?

- Mm-hmm.

All right. Go get washed up.

Dinner's on the table.

Help me.

Okay, let's go.

That's good.

Wh-what happened?

What?

- Your arm.

What happened to your arm?

I...

I fell.

What did you fall on?

Nothing.

Nothing...

Does it hurt?

Yeah.

Do you wish your mom

was still around?

Yeah.

I hate him.

You ready?

Yeah.

Shhh!

Did you hear that?

- No.

Wh-what'd you hear?

I... I dunno,

like a moan or something.

Let's keep going.

Go away!

Come on!

Did you see it?!

Did you see it?!

Yeah! Yeah, yeah, I saw it!

His shoes.

Look at his shoes.

His shoelaces are tied.

The guy just jumped!

Let's go.

I'm sorry it's so cold in here.

My furnace blew up yesterday.

Wow. That's cool.

I never usually talk to strangers.

No, me neither.

But... I'm glad you did.

What do you do?

Oh, I'm a designer.

I build things.

What sort of things?

Well... furniture,

um, various objects,

shoes...

Cool!

Yeah, my Kicks.

Do you have any questions

for me?

No.

Well...

do you, uh...

the, uh, the beads?

What do you think of the beads?

I never actually

thought about them.

My ex-boyfriend put them up.

What do you think?

From a design perspective...

they're not very practical.

Say you want to serve food...

Right.

Oh.

If you want,

I can lend you

my Bead Be Gone spray.

Tsshhh...

Tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh.

Thank you,

that would come in very handy.

What's wrong?

Well, this big Somalian guy

kneed me in the gut

when I was playing basketball.

Oh.

Well...

I borrowed this book

from the library.

What?

That is a Photoshop

federal offence.

Some of the most interesting

books have the ugliest covers.

This one's about a boy

who was born

with the gift of touch healing.

He lays his hands

on a person's injury

and heals them.

You believe all that?

- Yeah.

You want me

to try healing you?

Sure.

Uh, I don't know what you did,

but... actually,

I think it feels better.

Good.

Boris, do you think it's strange

we're lying on the bed

beside each other?

- No.

Have you ever been in love?

Mm-hmm.

Never?

No.

Are you gay?

- No.

No, I just, uh...

I always imagined that one day...

I would see a woman...

and fall instantly in love with her.

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