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- I can not eat Rebecca, I'm sorry.

-- At least sit down.

At least sit down.

I can't sit, either.

Would you tell us please

why you invited us here?

Of course.

He could be here with us again.

- Again? Who, Thomas?

Department of Genetic Replication

Consent to Exhumation and Taking of Tissue Samples

Who would give birth to him?

Ralph.

We are atheists...

...and we brought up Thomas

as an atheist.

But that does not mean we could rummage

in our deceased's grave and clone them.

We are not farm animals.

We accept what life gives us...

...and also what it takes away.

But...

But what?

But life has also given us

this opportunity.

This gift.

Don't you see?

If I were you Rebecca,

I would repaint this room white.

Ralph?

Thank you.

Would you like us to move away?

No, stay.

He loved the sea,

he'll love it again.

As for us, there is no way we can stay here.

We're moving next week.

Okay.

Thank you, Ralph.

Rebecca...

...have a good think about it.

You can still change your mind.

Thank you.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- How old is your baby?

- Three months.

Do you want some pie?

Baked it myself.

Thanks, but not now.

I have to go to home.

- Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

It's alright, baby.

Eat, sweetheart.

It's just us two.

Tommy?

Come out for a bit, I want to tell you something.

- What?

- Come out darling.

I know. I know I'll be going to

primary school and I go on Monday.

Yes, on Monday, you'll go to

primary school. But now come out.

I can see you okay from in here.

I have to speak to you

about your daddy.

Your daddy died in a car

accident before you were born.

- Really?

- Yes.

-- I thought he went back to his home planet.

- His home planet?

- Yes.

- Your father was from this planet.

That's a shame.

Listen Thomas.

Your father was real,

he was a student in biology.

And he was hit by a car.

Do you understand?

A man of words and not of deeds

Is like a garden full of weeds.

And when the weeds begin to grow,

It's like a garden full of snow.

And when the snow begins to fall,

It's like a bird upon the wall.

And when the bird away does fly,

It's like an eagle in the sky.

And when the sky begins to roar,

It's like a lion at the door.

And when the door begins to crack,

It's like a stick across your back.

And when your back begins to smart,

It's like a penknife in your heart.

And when your heart begins to bleed,

you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed...

I keep dying.

Try again.

Mom?

Eric's staying over tonight.

Hi.

Can I get you anything?

Hi, Mom.

Look at that little rabbit.

It's lovely.

What's your name?

I Dima, and that breast.

-- Snow Lump or just Lump?

-- Just Lump.

Well, we're off.

Bye, Tommy, see you.

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