second chance. We accept your apology."
Relief washed over Goldilocks as she thanked the bear family profusely. In an attempt to make amends, she offered to help them with chores around the cottage. She swept the floors, tidied the garden, and even baked some delicious treats as a gesture of goodwill.
Grateful for her efforts, the bear family welcomed her back occasionally as a guest, shari
second look.
What caught her eye was a young
go-getter, sure about himself. Persuasive.
A subliminal reminder of the man who
was once her mentor and her husband.
Its the old story, though.
Luck doesnt happen by mistake.
Rather, luck is when opportunity
meets preparation.
As soon as the picture wrapped,
I flew back to the Big Apple.
Evan Picone was on fire...
...the showroom packed with them leggy
home
for a price no one would believe.
It is worth two, maybe three times that.
We will live in this home
for a short while
and then sell it and
find one even better.
Nah! Nah!
[door slams]
[music in Farsi]
[music continues]
[smashing]
Perhaps you did not come here
to live like a gypsy.
But I did not come here
to work like an Arab...
to be treated like an Arab.
For four years we have lived
a life
home.
Phillip, the old bunch has gone.
Look at these new heroes.
All wind and smoke. Big mouths.
Yeah, yeah ...
Cheeks together.
Balls in hand.
And the belief in our Fuhrer
in their eyes.
They will know in time.
Combat! Conquer! Order!
Come on, Phillip.
Give me a hand. Help me get him up.
I wanted to really ...
screw my brains out tonight, -
- but Im not
in any condition to fuck.
Thats Thomsens b
home, okay?
- Hey, whats that?
- Mr. Leary!
- What?
- Look Look
- Look.
- There it is.
He was always
a madman for playing with kids.
Mom used to say that was because
he was reallyjust a kid himself.
Mr. Leary, whats this strange power
you have over our children?
Im the perfect monster
And the house we found
in Oakland was perfect for playing anything...
especially the flashlight game.
Come on, Dy
seconds.
DOOLITTLE
I need a diameter approximation.
TALBY
(over)
Okay, Doolittle, Ill have it in a
minute.
CAMERA BEGINS TO PULL BACK along the length of the control
room, revealing three men: BOILER, DOOLITTLE, and PINBACK.
They are seated close together in cramped little chairs,
surrounded by a maze of instrumentation, pressing buttons,
making adjustments and corrections. There is one EMPTY CHA
home.
- Home?
Why, your home is with us, Grandpa.
I mean Tennessee.
Aint been back there for years.
Was born there,
and thats where I wanna die.
I can give you maybe $ .
Can you drive a car?
Never learned how...
and Im too old to start now.
Was always good with mules, though.
Rode one from Tennessee,
in fact, back in .
- That was...
- How about some more coffee?
Pa?
No, thanks.
Id better go to be
home. He looks out at the
surrounding farms and forests. He ponders something. Birds
sing.
MAN (O.S.)
Is something wrong?
Somerset does not respond, just stares off. The MAN, 34, wears a
real-estate brokers jacket and stands beside a FOR SALE sign in
the muddy lawn.
MAN
Is there something the matter?
Somerset turns to face the man, then looks back at the house.
SOMERSET
No. No... its just that ev
second thoughts
about joining his agency?
Yeah. Thats not an agency.
Thats a information factory.
ld go bananas there in one week.
-Can l get some cash?
-Yeah, its right there.
You gonna be late tonight?
Oh, l dont know. Why?
Charles and l are gonna see
a Rohmer film. My Night at Mauds.
-Wanna come?
-l dont think so.
l saw a Rohmer film once.
lt was kind of like watching paint dry.
-Shall l come
home.
Dont de studdorn.
Go away!
Be reasonadle.
Come on, lets go home.
Leave me alone!
Come on.
No, later.
Lovely day, isnt it?
Do you want something
to drink?
Where are we going?
Whats going on?
Drive away.
- Where to, love dirds?
- To the right.
- Where are you taking me?
- To the left.
I mustnt get home late.
I have a dance class at : .
To the right.
What did you say
your name was?
But...
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