Parallels

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MAN:

Carver!

Get out here.

Carver!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[GRUNTS]

REFEREE:

Standing up.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANING]

[CROWD BOOING]

MAN:

Now! Get him!

[GRUNTS]

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[GRUNTS]

Do you know your name?

RONAN:

Ronan Carver.

Do you know where you are,

Ronan?

Akron, Ohio.

United States. Earth.

No sign of head trauma.

I think he'll live.

Thanks, doc.

Let me ask you

a question.

Are you a fighter?

You just saw me fight.

I just saw you lose.

Most fighters go out there,

they go out there to win.

But there's a certain kind of

guy who gets into the ring

who doesn't care

about winning.

This certain kind of guy,

he just wants to smash himself

up against the world,

just to see

what's left over.

What are you doing, fighting

all these back alley matches?

Living out of a bag.

Don't you belong somewhere?

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[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Aw...

[SCOFFS]

[SIGHS]

[IN DISTORTED VOICE]

Ronan. It's Dad.

You need to come home

immediately.

You must get to the building

by 6:
19 p.m.

on Sunday, exactly.

It's 156 Prospect.

Come home now.

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RONAN:

Yo, Dad, it's me again.

You know, for a guy

who haven't called in two years,

you sure got

lousy phone etiquette.

Look, I'm here like you asked.

I'll find my own way home.

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Dad!

[KEYS CLATTER]

Dad!

[SIGHS]

Jesus, B.

Sorry. Sorry.

I didn't know

you were here.

Nice face.

Oh, I had a fight.

Mm.

Well, not a--

I didn't have a f--

I had a match.

I'm a professional-ish

fighter.

Is he still

living here?

Moved out

a couple months ago.

Cool.

Ronan,

what are you doing here?

I just came to see Dad, okay?

I'm not trying--

Well, is he home?

No.

No. What,

you haven't seen him?

No, not recently,

but, you know,

even when dad's here,

he's not really here.

Ever since mom died.

[SIGHS]

Look...

Dad left me a message.

I'm just--

Me too.

Wait, really?

Wh-- What did yours say?

It was weird.

Yeah, right?

It kind of freaked me out.

Mine was about a building.

"Get to the building."

Same.

Do you have any idea

what that means?

No idea.

[SIGHS]

Did you check

the whole house?

Is he in there?

No.

Check the trunk.

Why?

What if he's, you know,

stuffed in there?

Heh. Why would you even

put that in my head?

I'm just covering

all of our bases.

WOMAN:

Harold!

HAROLD:

I said I'll be right back!

WOMAN:

I need my feet scraped!

HAROLD:

Stop screaming.

You sound like a lunatic!

I don't sound like a lunatic!

You sound like a--

Look what you're wearing.

It's a translucent gown.

[CHUCKLES]

WOMAN:
Go!

HAROLD:

Go back in the house, Ma!

Hey! Hey, Beatrix!

Hey!

He still lives here?

Be nice.

She's just...

[MIMICKING A BOMB WHISTLING

THEN EXPLODING]

Hey, Harry.

Hey.

Ronan.

Harold.

Actually,

it's Harry now,

ever since I graduated

law school.

What--

Are you a lawyer now?

Well, public defender,

actually.

You know,

just fighting the power.

You know, taking care

of honest people.

What about you? What's new?

I got into Princeton.

What?

RONAN:
Oh, B, that's--

That's awesome.

Yeah, I just got the acceptance

letter last night.

And I know it's like

three years behind,

and I'll be the only freshman

who can order beer.

But better never too late

to start, right?

Wow, congratulations.

That's fanta-- Princeton.

Well, just--

I'm a little surprised

I didn't read anything

about that.

No update or anything

on Facebook.

What about me? You like

to check my updates too?

We're not

Facebook friends, Ronan.

I don't have a Facebook.

Hey, Harry.

Have you seen my dad?

Has he been around

recently?

Yeah, I've seen him

around.

You know,

no actual interaction,

but he's not exactly the

friendliest person in the world.

Why?

He's missing.

Really? Huh.

What?

Nothing, I just-- I--

I saw some guys at his house

last night.

I thought I heard yelling.

Hard to tell

over my mom's yelling.

What--? What guys?

I don't know. Guys.

With my father?

Yeah, with your dad.

Why are we in the garage?

Wanted to make sure

my dad wasn't in there.

Did you check the trunk?

That's what I said.

Oh, my God, there's

nothing in the trunk.

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Looks like Dad's jump bag.

Yep.

His what?

His jump bag.

Like if you have

to get out of town in a hurry.

HAROLD:

Is he a drug lord?

Why does he need a jump bag?

BEATRIX:

You remember how he was

always traveling for work?

He was hardly ever around

when we were kids.

[CLICKING]

What is this?

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RONAN:

What is that?

I don't know.

Whoa.

[BEEPS]

Whoa.

What happened?

RONAN:
You didn't see that?

It's like it just turned on.

Ronan.

RONAN:

Wait, am I crazy or--?

BEATRIX:

No. Clinton's still alive.

This has gotta be a joke,

right?

I think

we should call the police.

Come on, B.

The police, seriously?

I'm a public defender.

I am down with a lot of cops.

Shut up, Harold.

Dad could be on a trip.

Who, our dad? Who hasn't left

the house in three years?

So he's back.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

Not for long,

hopefully.

Well, look,

he is your brother.

You're more like a brother

to me than he is.

Yeah. No,

that's exactly how I feel

about you.

Thank you.

Okay.

Heh.

I need my feet scraped!

Oh, for the love of God.

Hey, hey, hey. Hold up.

What?

Take me with you.

STONE:

Look, I like to help you, kids,

but here's my problem:

What, we're talking

a 50-, 55-year-old man?

Grown-ups are allowed

to go missing.

But he called us.

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