A Home at the End of the World

Oh, my God!

Come on, Em, Bobby doesn't care.

-Well, l care.

-Just relax.

Kiss my ass.

l'll call you later, okay?

Okay.

Hop in.

-Are you freaked out?

-No.

A little.

lt's just love, man.

lt's nothing to fear.

We need to find you a woman.

You're 9.

You've been a virgin too long.

We'll find you a woman in the sixth grade.

Somebody with a little experience.

Okay.

Come here.

l got a surprise for you.

lt's windowpane.

For clarity of vision.

Cin-cin.

She's my favorite.

Yeah, she's a beauty.

-How you feeling?

-Okay.

-Tell me when you feel more than okay.

-l will.

Come on, l got something to show you.

lt's a good place to come when things

get a little tilty back home.

My son...

...this is your inheritance.

There's nothing to be afraid of

in this whole pretty world, Bobby.

l'm here.

All is well, yes?

This is where we live.

-l can see our house from here.

-Come on down, man.

l can see the school too!

-Come on.

-l can see tomorrow from here.

How's it look?

Pretty.

Big, pretty world, man.

Everything can happen.

-Hey, guys.

-Hi, lsabel.

Lou! Jerry! Hi, how are you?

What are you drinking?

Oh, Mr. Right,

if you were only 30 years older....

Hi, little guy.

-l love Jefferson Airplane, man.

-Dig.

Hey, queen of the night.

Oh, Bobby. Come on, time for bed.

Go on.

-Right.

-Bobby, bed. Now.

No!

Good night, man.

Oh, come on.

-No, no!

-Stop that.

-No, no, no!

-Don't be an a**hole, man.

-Don't f*** things up.

-Go on.

Carlton, don't say ''f***.''

F*** you.

Mom needs a break tonight, buddy.

Your mission is to pass as a 9-year-old

till further notice.

But l'm missing everything.

There's always more, pal.

-A flying saucer.

-What?

There's a flying saucer.

lt's above the back yard!

lt's gonna land!

So where is it?

-You mean that airplane?

-l know what an airplane looks like.

You're an idiot, Frank.

Hey, aliens!

Come back!

l'm ready to go home now!

Hello, beautiful.

Carlton!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

-Somebody call an ambulance!

-You're gonna be all right, okay?

My baby! Oh, my God, my baby!

You're gonna be all right. lt's okay.

lt's okay. lt's okay.

-Hey, man.

-Hi.

High school.

Yeah.

Nice jacket.

Thanks.

Hey, man.

Oh, hi.

Wanna smoke a joint?

Well, l guess so.

Yes.

Let's go.

l don't think this is working.

Be patient, man.

This is definitely not working.

l feel just like l always do.

So, Bobby, you new in town?

No, sir. l've been here all my life.

Just been sort of...

...invisible.

-Well, welcome to the material world.

-Well, thank you, sir.

You made this bread?

Bread's a hobby of mine.

l can just about do it in my sleep.

So, what's your father do?

-He's a teacher, over at Fillmore.

-Your mother, does she work?

No. l mean...

...she died last year.

Oh, l'm so sorry.

You shouldn't be sorry.

You didn't even know her.

Well, l--

l meant....

l meant it in a more general way.

l meant l'm--

l'm sorry for your loss.

This is really good bread.

l really like your jacket.

lt's my brother's.

lt's cool.

He died too.

You wanna borrow it?

Here, go on.

lt fits you, man.

Wait a minute.

Here.

Take this.

Fits.

Hey, Dad.

-Boys?

-Sh*t!

Come on in, Mrs. Glover.

Sorry to intrude. l was just wondering,

what's that music?

lt's Laura Nyro.

Well...

...nobody wants a mother hanging around.

Bye, Mom.

Put that out. Please. You boys

are gonna get into trouble.

Mrs. Glover.

You've been so nice to me.

l was wondering....

You want a hit?

l do not.

There's nothing to fear. lt's all goodness.

l'm Jonathan's mother.

-Bobby, l don't really think--

-But...

...you're also...

...like....

Don't you dare tell your father.

What do l do?

Just pull the smoke

straight into your lungs.

That always happens.

Here, try again.

Good. That's good.

Now hold it.

What...?

What will it do, exactly?

l mean, what should l prepare myself for?

lt'll just make you laugh,

make you feel, you know, happy...

...and a little foolish.

Mrs. Glover?

This is so cool.

She sounds so sad.

She's the goddess.

l heard her singing, and l just--

l don't know.

She just sounds so beautiful...

...and lonely.

Mom?

Oh, thanks, dear.

We're all, you know,

beautiful and lonely here.

Come on, let's dance.

No.

-Absolutely not.

-Can't take no.

Look what you're making an old lady do.

-You're a good dancer.

-Well, l used to be...

...in the early Pleistocene.

Bobby, if you get cold,

there's a comforter in the hall closet.

-Thanks, Mrs. Glover.

-Okay.

-Good night, Mom.

-Good night.

The Stones are coming in March.

We've gotta get tickets.

We should go all three nights.

Dad?

Dad, it's getting late.

My angel.

-You poor baby.

-Thanks.

Sure thing.

So...

...that's it, man.

l'm like...

...the last of my kind now.

No, you're not.

l wish l'd been with him.

lt's all right.

Oh, mama, no. Life can't be this good.

Your father took me to see this

on our second or third date.

-Blessings on our Friday.

-What do you want to do?

-Something huge.

-There's nothing huge around here.

-You took your dad's car?

-Just a little spin, man.

Hey, can l hitch a ride?

Sh*t! Get out of here!

Get out of here right now!

-Sh*t. Sh*t.

-Jon. Jon.

-l gotta go.

-This is where you live.

This is all f***ed up.

l guess we let things get--

-l mean--

-lt's love, man.

-lt's just love.

-We got carried away...

...and l think we should stop.

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