All the Wilderness

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My father used to tell

me about the wilderness.

He said it's a place where

all things go to live,

and all things go to die.

A place for wonder.

A place for fear.

My father said each man's

wilderness is his own.

It's alive in us.

Charm!

Where you going, man?

Hey charm!

Restless.

Waiting.

Cory!

He found

time, even at that tender age,

to pay his tailor's bill

properly, and to fold his

trousers with the same crease

every night so that he always

looked neat and dignified.

Strange to say, he

made no friends.

Perhaps he was just a thought

too perfect

for a district like the five

towns.

Do you have a headache?

Elliot's gonna die.

What do you mean?

Elliot.

My hamster.

This is a threat, Abigail.

It's not...

Are you kidding me?

This isn't a threat.

You know him.

He's having a rough time.

It's only been six months.

That's not an excuse.

Your son punched

my kid in the face.

Look, maybe this homeschooling

thing just isn't working.

Maybe if he actually

socialized...

Oh, excuse me?

Don't go there.

You have no idea what

you're talking about, and...

I really don't even know

it's that big of a deal.

I don't understand why

he would run from him.

Did you write this?

James, this is not right.

James.

You can't go around telling

people that they're going to die.

It's not cool!

I'm not trying to be cool.

You're scheduled to

see Walter tomorrow.

You can discuss it with him.

Of course, let him deal with me.

Come on Elliot.

Come on dude.

Let me out...

Turn we then to the

one proper masthead.

That of a whale-ship at sea.

Lost in the infinite

series of sea...

Nothing ruffled but the waves.

Straining along the deep...

While beneath you swim

the hugest of monsters.

There's a wolf in me.

Fangs pointed for

tearing gashes.

A red tongue for raw meat.

There's a hog in me.

A snout and a...

Did you know turquoise

isn't from Turkey?

What?

Your ring.

It was actually traded in

turkish bazaars, but it was

found in Iran.

I know a lot about turquoise.

Great.

Yeah.

What happened to your face?

I was kicked by a mule.

A mule?

Big fat one.

James?

Dr. Pembry's ready for you.

Hm.

Your shoes, Walter.

Huh?

They're ridiculous.

Why are my shoes so

important, James?

Well, they're not important to

me, but they should be to you.

Why?

Well...

For all you know

they could be...

Lifting a piano to the

fourth floor as we speak.

And then you step outside, a

cable snaps, and then boom.

Dead.

In those hideous shoes.

Is that how I'm going to go?

Death by piano?

Is that what you believe?

And what about...

You also know how he's

going to croak, right?

Hm?

You know, that's unprofessional.

To do that during a session.

Well, I heard you were

officially accepted to

St. Helen's.

The freak school?

It's not a freak school.

Some of the most gifted young

people in the world have

studied there.

At the freak school

in the mountains.

Well, it's normal to be scared

or anxious to go to a

new school.

Mm, I'm not scared.

Really?

Really, and this is a waste

of my time, because I'm

not going.

Might be good to

meet some new people.

James...

I don't want to talk about it.

Alright, how about

your father then?

Let's talk about your dad.

You went to visit his

grave the other day?

James?

Uh...

I'm going to excuse

myself to the restroom.

Hey.

You're so busted.

Huh?

Where you going?

I'm leaving.

Looks more like escaping.

Maybe.

Where are you escaping to?

Uh, home?

That's not very ambitious.

Uh, I don't have

anywhere else to go.

I gotta go.

So, how did it go?

Did you two talk about school?

James?

Earth to James!

Huh?

St. Helen's.

Did you and Walter

talk about it?

I have a headache.

This could be really good.

It's an honor you got in.

They're really impressed.

I really want you to

look at the web site.

They're super progressive.

They've got specialty studies

on music theory and gothic

literature.

Philosophy...

I have to stop by the shop

and pick up a few things.

There's a wolf in me.

Fangs pointed for

tearing gashes.

A red tongue for raw meat.

I keep this wolf because the

wilderness gave it to me.

And I cannot let it go.

James?

What did you do to Elliot?

What?

What...

What did you do to him?

I didn't do anything.

What?

You think I killed him?

I need my notebook.

I'm not kidding, James. This

is...

I didn't kill him!

James, talk...

Stop!

You smell like wine.

There's a baboon in me.

It lives inside my head.

Clawing and yapping.

I roam in the dark.

Going God knows where.

Excuse me, but...

Haven't I seen you before?

By the north oak clinic,

you were playing the piano?

Did you give me a dollar?

No, I-I didn't.

Oh, well sh*t I must not have

been that good then, huh?

No.

No, I...

I just couldn't.

Well then sh*t, you owe

me a dollar then, huh?

Yeah.

I'm f***ing with you, man.

I'm joking.

I'm harmon.

James... charm.

Alright James charm.

Do you know Frederic chopin?

Chopin?

You usually ride around the

bus at night talking about

chopin?

James charm.

Who's this?

That is James charm.

What are you wearing?

Just my clothes.

I like it.

Thanks.

Is she, like, your girlfriend?

Me and gunny.

No.

Well, sometimes she's into

dudes, but mostly girls.

So, where you going, charm?

I...

I dunno.

You wanna come with

us, string bean?

Woo!

Where are we going?

Ain't nowhere we're going, man.

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