The Unwilling Page #3

Fracking?

That did not come from the

ground, that came from above,

like it was a sonic boom,

or something.

Watch out, there's glass there.

I'm gonna get a dust bin

and a broom, everyone,

I'll be right back.

[laughs]

I guess you can't really

leave the room heroically

if you got OCD, huh?

[gasping]

Come on, David.

One, two, three,

nothing to see.

One, two, three,

nothing to see.

One, two, three...

Sorry.

- I thought I could help.

- No, it's my fault.

I didn't know you were there.

I understand what you're

going through, you know?

Family is never easy.

I ran away from mine.

So I get it.

Thanks.

Yeah, my family doesn't

get any of this, just...

See?

I wouldn't do this

if I didn't have to.

I know. I really do understand.

I work in clinical OT.

Obsessive compulsive disorder

is called a disorder

because it's not a crime.

It's not your fault.

Thank you.

You know what I

tell my patients?

- What?

- It's gonna be ok.

Can I help?

Thanks.

Nobody told me that this was

going to be happening this way.

I got a call from the lawyer,

and he assured me

that everything

was gonna be organized.

I can't believe no documentation

came with this thing.

There's a seam,

but there's no...

hinge or latch, anything.

I mean, uncle Harris

was freaking loaded.

He's not gonna leave his family

some stupid box

that doesn't open.

And he never paid me back.

Maybe he finally

made good on it.

[phones ringing]

It's an e-mail...

from the lawyer.

Yeah, I just got an e-mail

from the lawyer.

Something in Latin.

"Sanguinum tuub ab sex."

Maybe it's the

law office's motto?

[screams in pain]

What happened?

This thing just

ripped my finger open!

What are those?

So, the translation sa...

What just happened?

Your stupid box

just skewered my finger.

- What the hell did you do?

- I didn't do anything.

All right,

the translation says:

- "blood of the six."

- Blood of the six what?

Well... there's six of us.

Blood of the six of us?

You can't be serious.

Of course he's not serious!

David, tell her

you're not serious.

Look, I'm just saying...

The Latin means

blood of the six.

There are six of us

and there are six of

those prickly things.

Maybe your dad rigged the box

as some sort of identity check.

You know, so only

the right people have access.

Like a blood test

that checks DNA.

It's a long shot!

But what the hell,

it's just a prick of blood.

Ouch!

If it helps get us some answers.

[screams in pain]

Why me?

I'm not even related.

But we're gonna be, babe.

Do it for me.

Absolutely not.

No, no. No way.

Michelle.

If I let my brain

get in the way,

- I'll never do this. So come on.

- There you go.

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