Compound Fracture Page #2

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what else to do.

I'm in one guest room,

and the other...

It's just a little weird,

that's all.

It's kinda girly,

but I'm fine.

Okay, if you're sure.

You can come in if you want.

I don't know how you lived

without iPods.

It was her favorite.

Chloe said

it reminded her of mom.

Dad hated it.

I saw you had a guitar

in your room.

I didn't know

you knew how to play.

Not well. Why?

If you want to learn,

you should ask Gary.

He's really good.

At least he used to be.

I don't why you talk

so much sh*t about Gary.

He's weird, but he's cool.

You should try living with him.

Anything to get me

out of your place.

You should cover that.

Wow.

This is what I wanted

to talk to you about.

What is this?

His panic room.

I'd panic, too, with all this

crazy sh*t in my house.

The passcode is your birthday.

My birthday?

I'm sure you remember.

God knows by the time you left,

he'd already amassed a compound.

But now, Michael,

the doctor says he's stuck

in some kind of rut.

Mentally.

His memory comes and goes.

But security is

a constant obsession.

After Chloe's...

After her murder,

he started going

downhill fast, Michael.

Progressive dementia.

What's with all that stuff?

Protection.

Against what?

Good taste?

Evil.

Spirits who mean harm.

These symbols are meant

to keep them at bay.

They don't like

their own reflection?

So what else

does the doctor say?

Have you talked to Gary

about what he ultimately wants?

A home?

Oh, he gets very upset.

Sometimes he thinks...

I'm your mother.

Has he...

I'm fine.

But I do need to ask for help

with your father.

I can't do it anymore, Michael.

You'll stay on at the house,

right?

I appreciate that,

but no.

This house...

This house is too... full.

It's yours.

- I just want to go.

- That's why you called.

Right.

Well, I'll, uh...

wrap my head around it,

and we'll both talk to him

in the morning.

I'm sorry.

No, I...

I get it.

This is insanity.

I know.

Who's insane?

Uh, this great

new room improvement.

Command central used to be

a desk and a couple of monitors.

Well, home protection has come

a long way in twenty years.

And I am impressed.

Yes, well, I have

microphones and cameras

to cover the entire estate

and house.

Motion detecting,

infrared, EMPs,

night vision,

and ultra wide band radar.

Nothing can hide

from these babies.

You care to explain these?

This is a

very special place, son.

It requires

very special protection.

Yeah.

Maybe one day

you'll understand that.

And now maybe my wife

will stop trespassing

in my private zone,

and you and I

can have that drink.

And you can tell me that news.

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