Phantom Halo

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow,

and tomorrow...

creeps in this petty pace

from day to day

to the last syllable

of recorded time,

and all our yesterdays

have lighted fools

the way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle.

Life's but a walking shadow,

a poor player that struts and

frets his hour upon the stage

and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot

full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

Do it again!

Put this

where it can't be found.

Well, that'd be nowhere, then.

Quickly.

Neighbors are

cooking bacon again.

Beckett!

Samuel!

It's Daddy.

Well, good morning, boys.

Do you smell that?

Nothing like the smell

of bacon in the morning.

What is for breakfast?

Doughnut holes.

Where's the money?

What money?

Oh, don't bullshit me, Beckett.

I gave you everything I had.

Well, then we're f***ed.

Heh. No, you mean

you're f***ed.

I'm f***ed.

You're f***ed.

We're all f***ed.

It's not about

the pronoun, Beckett.

Where were you last night, Dad?

You promised.

God.

I was doing the best I can

to support you two boys

is where I was last night.

All right?

W-W-What's this, huh?

What's this?!

No, wait. That's mine.

You can't have that.

No, nothing is yours,

nothing. You got that?

Do you think reading this shite

is any good for you

and your brother, huh?

Do you?

Get dressed.

You're going to be late.

Go.

I know you all,

and will awhile uphold the

unyoked honor of your idleness.

Yet herein

will I imitate the sun,

who doth permit

base contagious clouds

to smother up his beauty

from the world.

What?

Go on.

When again he please

to be himself,

by breaking through the

foul and ugly mists...

Being wanted, he may be

more wondered at...

You think those idiots

are gonna notice?

That, when he please

again to be himself,

being wanted,

he may be more wondered at

by breaking through

the foul and ugly mists...

They're not gonna tell

if I miss a...

But you will know,

and then you'll lose focus,

and you'll trip up.

Do it again!

Being wanted, he may

be more wondered at

by breaking through the foul

and ugly mists of vapors

that had seemed to strangle him.

You're good.

Heh heh.

But at your age, I was better.

Did you see that punk giving

you the stink-eye on the bus?

No.

Could've taken him.

Oh, yeah? Where'd you

have taken him?

Right.

This should do it.

You're good, but at your age,

I was better.

The world is grown so bad

that wrens make prey where

eagles dare not perch.

And since every jack's

been made a gentlemen,

there's many a gentle

person made a jack.

I do the wrong, and

first begin to brawl.

My secret mischiefs

I set abroach

I lay unto the grievous

charge of others.

And now they believe it.

And thus I clothe

my naked villainy...

heh... with old odd ends stole

forth out of Holy Writ...

and seem a saint

when most I play the devil.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Listen, just keep

kicking him in the nuts.

Drag your keys across his face,

and just keep kicking him in the nuts.

All right, you got this.

You can do this.

Beckett, Miranda, are you ready?

All right.

It's late at night,

and you're walking

down a deserted street.

Now start walking.

Oh, boy.

Hey!

You all will not be here

to save her.

Look at me.

Let's do it again, okay?

Let's do it again, okay?

Okay.

Kick him in the nuts.

Okay.

No!

Get his ass!

I said no!

I said no!

No! No!

Yes!

That's what I'm talking about.

That's what I'm talking about.

You dropped this in there.

Ah, thanks, man.

I wish I had a bunch of women

trying to beat the crap out of me.

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