Nightmares & Dreamscapes: From the Stories of Stephen King (2006): Season 1, Episode 4 - The End of the Whole Mess - full transcript

Ok, so, um...

I, uh...

I got one chance to tell the...
to explain what happened

And if I'm right, I've got
about an hour to do it

and I want to get it right,
so... Here goes.

My name is Howard Fornoy.
I was a documentary filmmaker.

I want to tell you
about the end of war,

the degeneration of mankind,

and the death of my brother,
Robert Fornoy, the messiah.

It's a...
It's an epic story,

and it's deserving
of hours, but, uh,



if anyone is
watching this,

you'll have to settle for
the cliff notes version.
What better way than this?

I guess putting last things first,
let's start at the very beginning.

This is us.

Uh, the Fornoys of D.C.
and New Hampshire.

Our summer cabin was
overlooking the lake

that faces
the white mountains.

It's a chain that dates back
about 500 million years,

which by anybody's definition
would be a beginning.

OK, let's forget
the very beginning.

Um, my dad, Richard,
was a history major

who made full professor
at Hofstra

by the time he was 30.

10 years later, he was one
of 6 vice-administrators



of the national archives
in Washington, D.C.

and in line
for the top spot.

By day, dad kept his eye on
the declaration of independence,

the constitution,
and the bill of rights,

you might say he filed by day
and rocked by night.

He was a helluva
good guy, too.

- Give it up, D.C.
- Yeah. Whoo.

He had every record
D.B. King ever cut,

and he was known to play
a pretty mean blues guitar himself.

As for mom, she graduated Magna
Cum Laude from Brown.

had a Phi Beta Kappa key
that she used to wear on
this funky fedora.

She became a successful
CPA in D.C.,

met my dad one night
at a springsteen concert

and took in her shingle
when she became pregnant
with yours truly.

I came along in 1977.

By '80, she was doing taxes for
some of my dad's associates.

By the time Bobby was born
in 1982, she was handling taxes,
investment portfolios,

and estate-planning
for a dozen powerful men.

She called it
"her little hobby."

Yeah, me, I was
no disappointment

to a couple of people
with mensa gold cards
in their wallets.

I maintained As and Bs
throughout school, and, uh...

thanks to dad, I had
an affinity for film.

Like a duck to water,
I was wired with the same
creative DNA.

The winner for best
student film is...

Howard Fornoy
for Airborne.

I was a good boy
with a bright mind

who grew up in an atmosphere
of love and confidence,

a faithful boy who loved
and respected his mom and dad.

Bobby. Well...

Bobby was a whole
other story.

Aah.

Drugs. More drugs.

Come on, honey.
You can do it.

Honey, you can do it, babe.
Just one more push.

This kid is so gonna pay.

Aah. Aah.

Nobody, not even mensa
types like our folks,

ever expects a kid like Bobby.
Not ever.

Can you say da-da?

Come on, Bobby.

Zoom. Zoom.

Come on, honey.

Say da-da.

He's only a year old, Richard.
He'll talk when he's ready.

Can you say ma-ma?
Say ma-ma, honey.

Howie, leave
your brother alone.

I mean it, Howie.

Bow-Wow.

Honey? Honey,
the boy is speaking.

Bow-Wow.

He's saying
your name, Howie.

My name is Howie.

Bow-Wow.

Bow-Wow.

Bow-Wow it was,
and Bow-Wow it was to be.

In spite of the nearly 5 years
between us, we were inseparable.

He could be a royal pain,
I could be a brat,

but when push came to shove,
we were the fabulous fornoy boys

and there was nothing...
Nothing that I wouldn't do for him.

Bow-Wow,
faster, Bow-Wow.

I remember the time we found
one of those thousand-piece
jigsaw puzzles up in the attic,

except we had lost the top
of the box it came in,

and no one had a clue
what it was of.

The forest through the trees,
the trees through the forest.

He, uh...
he had that gift.

He read at two and began writing
short essays at three.

Now, that was startling enough,
but there was more.

If handwriting was
no longer a factor,

you would have thought
you were reading the work

of a bright, if extremely naive,
fifth grader.

And then,
he developed headaches.

Well, he would wake
in the middle of the night
screaming in terrible pain.

We were afraid
he had some...

physical problem.

Hey, son, are you
sure this is on?

Yeah. Dad, it's fine.
You don't have to talk so loud.
I can hear you just fine.

Go ahead, mom.

Yeah. Well, we were sure
it was a brain tumor.

Your son,
Mr. and Mrs. Fornoy,

Is in a state
of extreme frustration

because his writing hand isn't
working as well as his brain.

You mean it's stress.

You have a child that is trying
to pass a mental kidney stone.

Now, I can
prescribe something
for his headaches,

but he really
needs a different kind
of drug altogether.

And so, uh,
we got him a, uh...

a Commodore 64...

with Wordstar
for Christmas.

Then the headaches stopped.

I only want to add
that for the next 3 years
he believed it was Santa

who left the word-cruncher
under the tree.

Deadline.

I once read
a really funny piece

That was titled the essential
gone with the wind and it went
something like this...

"A war", laughed Scarlet.
"Oh, fiddle-de-dee."

Boom. Ashley went to war.

Atlanta burned.
Rhett walked in and walked out.

"Oh, fiddle-de-dee", said
Scarlett through her tears.

"I'll think
about it tomorrow,

for tomorrow is another day."
Ba-da-bam.

Whoo. Boom.
The fornoy boys grow up.

Howard went to university,
graduated Cum Laude,

and settled down to a successful career
as a free-lance documentary filmmaker.

New York.

He was a good son.
Called home twice a week.

Stepped out
with a lot of women.

Married one.
Got divorced.

Married another one,
got divorced again.

My folks as great role models
notwithstanding,

marriage was
clearly not for me,

but career-wise
I was doing fine,

so I went to hollywood,

managed to get myself
nominated for an Oscar.

And the award
for best documentary

goes to Howard Fornoy
The search for Rosebud.

"Fiddle-de-dee", said Howard.
This is the life for me.

Yeah.

But I'm getting ahead
of myself.

When I was 12 and he was 7,
he told me that he had
invented an airplane.

Bobby, I don't know.

I do.
I want you to push me.

Push me hard.

There's no seat belt
on that crazy thing.

I swear I never would have
pushed him as hard as I did

if I thought the damn thing
would actually work.

I'll be all right.

Yeah.

It's working.

They say god protects drunks
and fools and children.

They also say that the devil's
in the details.

Aah.

Ohh.

Bobby?

Bobby.

I did it.

I flew.

You did, and if you
ever try it again,

I'll kill you.

Ah. What'd you
do that for?

See, I'm crying, but I wonder if
it's on a sentiment or just the onset?

I think it's the former.

I better hurry
it along, though,
just all the same.

The reason I'm
telling you this story

Is because I think the extreme
case best illustrates

The norm that life with Bobby
was a constant mind-bender.

Yeah.

What I haven't told you
is that 4 hours ago,

I killed my brother
by shooting him up
with his own discovery.

He called it
the calmative.

But...

very serious mistake...
might have been a better name.

Ok. We've got
about 40 minutes left,
depending on my blood type,

which I think is "A" but I'm
damned if I can ever remember,
so I'll just get off the dime.

"Life With Bobby"
the early years.

One day when he was 9,
he blanked out every radio
and TV on our street

and the surrounding 4 blocks
with his own voice.

For two hours, roughly 3,000 people
could receive only WBOB,

which happened
to be my kid brother.

So, thank you, wendell of Georgetown
for calling with your question.

The reason my dad farts so much
in church every Sunday

is the high sulfur content
in the baked beans.

But he gets most
of 'em off pretty quiet,

or sometimes he holds
the real bangers until it's time
for the hymns.

He was the youngest
student ever

to take quantum physics
and advanced algebra classes
at Georgetown University.

Gamma equals
the square root

of "y" subscript
"r" minus "l"

Over "l" minus "y"
subscript "f".

He graduated
high school at 10,

but he never got a B.A. or a B.S.,
let alone an advanced degree.

He went through
a physics period,

then he was nutty
for chemistry.

See, guys like Bobby,
they come along maybe
once in a lifetime.

The Da Vincis
and the Newtons

and the Einsteins
and the Edisons,

and they all had
one thing in common...

They're like huge compasses
swinging aimlessly for a long time,

searching
for some true north.

And then one day,
they just hone in on it
with fearful force.

Bobby was no different.

No, by the time he was 14,
it was, uh... It was archeology.

Then it was anthropology.
He was the only teenager
ever invited

on an expedition into
the rainforests of Burma.

But just as quickly
as Bobby would embrace
these headline acts,

he'd, uh, he'd move on,

still looking
for his true north.

Ok, here we go.
Excuse me, honey.

- Bravo.
- Yes, I was up all night.

When he came back
from his latest adventure,
he was cheerful

but his little boy
exuberance was gone.

He wanted to talk about the news,
about how bad it was.

You know, the nightly greatest
hits had left us all reeling

as if we were watching
a 10-car slam-up.

It depressed everybody,

but it depressed the hell
out of Bobby.

Sorry, it's the hair.

- I told him he should
have a little trim.
- The hair?

It looks good.

Thank you. It's always
with the hair.

Why are people
so damn mean?

Why are they so damn mean?
Are we supposed to answer that?

Somebody needs to.

Pretty soon, too,
the way things are going.

They're going the way
they always went.

And I guess they're
doing it because people
were built to be mean.

Yeah, if you want
to lay blame, blame god.

- No offense, mom.
- None taken, dear.

That's cynical.
I don't believe that.

And don't try to tell me that
it's because of economic pressure

or conflict between
the haves and have-nots
because...

that doesn't explain
everything either.

Original sin, then.
That works for me.

It's got a nice beat
and you can dance to it.

Heh.

A year later, here we were.
Right here.

Labor Day had come and gone,
as had the summer people.

But we'd stayed an extra week
because we just couldn't bear
to go our separate ways.

Most of the stuff
was packed up

and the place
had that sad...

deserted look
that it always got.

But it was
a sweet, sweet morning.

And it was a beautiful day
in the neighborhood.

I remember the light
on the water was so perfect.

The TV was on
and Diane Sawyer...

it was Katie Couric.

Ohh.

That's ok, mom.
Go ahead.

The show was interrupted
with a special report...

and your mother said...

Dick. Boys.

You gotta come
and see this.

There's been
a tremendous explosion.

We can see thick ash
and smoke rising.

I'll tell you,
but that second tower's
not visible from here.

There was a shower
of sparks and fire

and now...

it almost looks like
a mushroom cloud explosion.

Large billowing smoke rising
from the second tower.

This is the second
of the two towers hit.

You can't
see behind us...

Maybe you're right,
big brother.

Maybe it is original sin.

But then what's the instrument?
Have you asked yourself that?

Instrument?

I'm not following you.

What do you mean?

- Maybe it is the water.
- Huh?

It's that old joke. Maybe
it's something in the water.

Or maybe something
that isn't.

In looking back, I think

that was the day
he finally found it.

- His, um...
- His true north.

That was the day.

All we could hope was that
things would get better.

Of course as you know,
they only got worse.

And the world continued
on its merry way...

Looking for a band-aid here,
a band-aid there,

a quick fix and
fast-fast-fast relief

and I think instant
cure-all wasn't even remotely
possible anymore.

As for Bobby, he continued
on to points unknown.

We'd get a postcard back
for a birthday or an anniversary,

and he always promised that
he was coming home soon.

But I didn't see him until
he showed up in my apartment
4 years later.

- Bobby.
- Hey, Bow-Wow.

Come here, you jerk.
Where the hell you been?

Good.

I got a lot to tell you.

Yeah. Well, I should think so.
It's certainly been a while.

What can I offer you?
A beer?

Sure.

Ahh.

What've you got there?

Bees and wasps.

Wasps and bees.

Ok. What kind of crazy-ass thing
are you up to now?

Do you see this?

What is it? Water,
white lightning?

Well, it's both actually,
if you can believe that.

It came from an artisan well
in La Plata.

It's a little town
in Texas.

Now before I turned it into
this concentrate, there were
5 gallons of it.

It's only water, but it's
still the damndest popskull
the human race has ever seen.

This is it, Bow-Wow.
The big one.

The cure for the worst disease
to which we homo saps fall prey.

Cancer?

No. Wars.
Barroom brawls.

Drive-by shootings.
Meanness.

This, big brother,

this is going
to change it all.

This is going to bring about
an end to the whole mess.

I think you ought to get
your hand out of there now, Bobs.

Relax. You ever see
a bee sting a flower?

You don't look
like a flower.

Hell, you think bees actually
know what flowers look like?

Uh-uh. No way, man.

They know I'm sweet
because I excrete sucrose
dioxin in my sweat,

although I did eat a box
of chocolate-covered cherries
on the plane.

- Jeez, Bobby.
- Ow.

Some 400 bees had
investigated him.

Only one had stung.
Ow.

Make that two.

So...

have you directed
anything good lately?

Piece on Nazi art theft
for PBS this fall.

I could screen it for you
if you like while you're here.

Oh, that'd be great.

Bobby, what the hell
are you up to?

Hey, could you get
this other one?

I keep telling myself
if I'm so damn smart,
I should be ambidextrous,

but my right hand still
has the I.Q. of like 6.

You see, Bow-Wow, bees
are nature's kamikaze pilots.

They don't sting you unless they
have to, because it kills them.

Remember that time
in the cabin when you told me

we'd go on killing each other because of original sin?
- Yeah?

Ok. Well, if that's true,

if... if there is a god
who loves us enough

to send us on a rocket
sled to hell just because

stupid Eve took a bite
out of a bad apple,

then maybe the curse
is this...

He made us like wasps,
instead of bees.

Howie, what the hell
are you doing?

Just hold still and
I'll get it.

Ok. The two bees that
stung me, they're dead.

Because their stingers are
barbed like fishhooks.

They slide in easy enough,
but when they go to pull out,
they disembowel themselves.

That's pleasant.

Well, wasps, on the other hand,
they have smooth stingers.

They can keep stinging you
as long as they want.

Of course, on the third
or fourth time they're out of poison,

but they can keep
on pumping you full of holes
if they feel like it.

And usually they do.
That's the same reason
we go on fighting.

On and on and on, Bow-Wow.
We got smooth stingers.

Now watch this.

So...

what's with the folks?

They're good. They miss
the hell out of you.

You should try to see
them while you're here.

Yeah. I will.

- Let's roll.
- Hey, what are you doing?

Same old wuss.

See, the thing with Bobby is,

is that when you were with him
for more than 5 minutes,

he hypnotized you.

He was Lucy
holding the football,

promising
this time for sure,

and I was charlie brown
rushing down the field to kick it.

Hey.

Hey. Don't kill 'em.

You might as well kill babies
for all the harm they'll do you.

- That's the whole point.
- Get that out of here.

- I'm gonna ask you to do
something for me, Bobby.
- No.

- I want you to trust me.
- No.

Are you out
of your mind?

Come on. Come
sit down over here.

Come on. Come sit down.

Look, they're just dandy.

Their behavior isn't drugged,
and yet they're not terminally
pissed off, either.

Watch 'em, watch 'em.

Pretty cool, huh?

I think I knew even then
that something was going
to go terribly wrong.

These are amazing.

As you know, Texas is,
per capita,

the most violent state
in the union.

They just love to shoot
each other down there.
It's like a state hobby.

Except for La Plata?

Well, they like
their guns there, too.

They just use them on
each other a hell of a lot less.

The thing is,
when you feed enough
statistical data

in the computer about
this little town,

what you get back is
a whopper of an anomaly.

It took us 6 months to come up
with this program.

I call it a calmquake.

What am I looking at here?

The numbers represent
the incidence of violent crimes
in each particular circle.

Murder, rape,
assault and battery,
you name it.

The computer assigns
a number by a formula

that takes population
density into account.

- Now, this...
- It says zero.

So it does, Bow-Wow.

You see, the old
joke was right.

It is something in
the water after all.

And the water
in La Plata...

It's a doozy.

We weren't the first to test the water.
And most people there have wells,

so the water's
tested regularly.

But we were the first
to test it submicroscopically.

And that turned
into really weird stuff.

- What kind of weird stuff?
- Oh, uh...

Breaks in the chains of atoms.
Subdynamic electrical fluctuations.

and this unidentifiable
protein.

And the protein was
the interesting thing,

because as far as we know,
it only occurs one other place.

That's the human brain.

What we've come up
with will greatly suppress
human aggression.

It'll make people unable
or unwilling to fight.

Bobby, I love you, man.

But this... This is the craziest thing
that I've ever heard.

You want crazy?

Huh?

Protestors continue
to clash with...

That's crazy.

- They are talking...
- Studies support...

Bombing raids will
continue to target...

The fire,
which is still raging...

That's crazy 8 ways
to beat the band.

Me?
I'm not crazy.

Ok.

Here we go. Just arrived.
Throat dryness.

Uh, there's not so much so far,
but I can't kill myself, so, uh...

God, I got so much to tell.

Suppose it can all be done, ok?

And suppose it all goes
completely according to plan.

You don't have the slightest idea
what the long-term effects might be.

- Howie...
- Don't even suggest that you do,
Bobby, because you don't.

Do you remember thalidomide?
Yeah, nifty little pill.

Caused birth defects
all across the globe.

Or how about the aids
vaccine that they found?

Stops the disease but
all the test subjects

turn into incurable epileptics who
died within the first 18 months.

Yeah. Howie, this is...

No, how do you know this
isn't the same thing?

How do you know that this is not going to come back and bite you in the ass?
- I don't.

I don't.

It's too late, man.

The way we're going now,
there might not be a long-term.

The world needs
heroic measures.

Maybe we can cure
the whole mess.

Or maybe we're giving heroin
to a patient with terminal cancer.
I don't know.

But either way, we stop
what's happening now.

We put an end
to the world's pain.

Help me, Bow-Wow.

Please.

Please help me.
Please.

Oh, hell, look at the time.

Uh...

Depending on my blood type,
which if I'm wrong is...

Did I already tell you that?

Ok.

A week later
I flew to La Plata

where I met up with Bobby
and Duke Rogers...

geology professor
extraordinaire.

How are you?

- You got a good flight?
- Yeah. Not bad at all.

Not bad at all.
Duke Rogers, my brother Howie.

- Nice to meet you.
- Very nice to meet you.
A pleasure.

Let me take that.

Ohh.

Uhh.

Watch this. You're not
going to believe it.

2 males, 30s.

Intoxicated.

Mmm.

Talk about a sociological
bull moose.

Look at my car, man.

Hmm.

Anywheres else
in the country,

them boys would be in the police blotter
with name tags on their big toes.

Well...
here's to you.

This is what we've
been brewing, Howie.

It's pacifist
white lightning.

Now, the water in this part
of Texas is fierce,

but we've been able to make
this stuff I sprayed the wasps with
10 times more potent.

We've got near
6,000 gallons now.

By the end of the year,
we'll have 14,000.

Come next June,
30,000.

Yeah, but it's not enough. We need
more of it and we need it faster.

And we need
to transport it.

Transport it where?

Why, to the volcano.

This is the island
of Gulandio.

It lies 120 miles
due east of Borneo.

The natives call the volcano
that's on it Mount Grace.

- It's pretty perfect, isn't it?
- Like Krakatoa, Grace is going to explode.

When krakatoa erupted,

debris from it literally
encircled the globe.

Changes in climate
lasted 5 years.

Nipa Palm, which is grown only
in Africa and Micronesia,

suddenly showed up in
South and North America.

Krakatoa seeded them there.

That's the way I want
to seed la plata water
all over the earth.

I want people to walk out on
La Plata water when it rains

and it's going to rain a lot
after mount grace goes bang.

I want them to drink the water
that falls in their reservoir

and bathe in it,
wash their hair in it,

soak their damn
contact lenses in it.

And you're going
to do this how?

We need to synthesize
50 to 70,000 gallons
of the high test.

Then we airlift it over
to Mount Grace,

drop it in.

Of course, it's going
to take money to do that.

A lot of money.

And that's where you
come in, big brother.

You're sure this stuff
is safe?

Of course, you wouldn't
want to drink the concentrate.
That's a real brain-buster.

But...
the way we're going
to disseminate it,

it's perfectly safe.
No problemo.

And this little time bomb of yours,
when exactly is it wired to go off?

By October next year,
probably sooner.

How much money?

It cost millions.
Lots of millions.

But still, it was less
than a blink in the eye

of what we spent on defense
any month that year.

I raised most of it myself.
Some by hook and some by crook.

I had made a lot of friends
in high places.

And some in low places.

Yeah, in short, I knew
a lot of folks

who thought that things weren't
changing that much

no matter who was
in the White House.

We did it.

We distilled the water
into high-test

and airlifted it
over to Gulandio...

Grace, fate, destiny,
what have you.

Oh, man. That blows.
What is that?

Hydrogen sulfide.

Talk about your
ultimate fart, huh?

It's as if god himself busted through
all the business-as-usual transmissions
with a special bulletin:

"This is your last chance,
jerkwads."

You sure
about this, Bobby?

As sure as I can be.

I ended up running
at the football

while my laughing,
wildly intelligent brother
held it one last time.

That volcano we called Grace
blew just when it was supposed to.

Everything went sky-high,
and for a while,

everybody's attention
turned away from whatever
and toward the skies.

And then fiddle-de-dee,
just like that, it happened pretty fast.

There were 3 years
of indian summer.

3 years like eden.

I mean, everybody
stood down.

The world got like the wasps
in Bobby's nest...

The ones that didn't stink...
sting too much.

But, uh...

like they say,
the devil's in the details.

Ok. Listen,
you know how we...

- Mom?
- Hello, dear.

You have 6 darts,
9 balloons on the board.

3 balloons have prizes.
Pop those 3 and you'll...

Mom, I've been trying to reach you
all day. Where you been?

I've been so busy.

I wanted to get this done
before the baby was born.

How was school today, dear?

It's about mom.

Dad and I just got back
from the doctor.

Bobby...

She's got alzheimer's.

Uh-huh.
What do you mean, uh-huh?

This is
our calmquake graph

charting the acts
of violence increasing
as you left La Plata.

Right.

Now this graph
shows the incidence
of something else.

Something else?

People are going to get
very silly very young.

Alzheimer's?

In spades.

It's going
to sweep the land.

You're sure?

There was no way to know that
the potency, rather than level off
gradually like we thought,

would keep increasing
exponentially.

How many?

Oh, everybody.

Everybody on La Plata?

No. Everybody.

Ain't that a cosmic
kick-in-the-head?

My gears are starting
to get a little sticky.

Should've hurried more.

Never mind. It's too late
to change things now.

Let's move on. Moving on.
Zippity-doo. Roll tape.

All our prognosticators
suggest that this new virus

will make the AIDS epidemic
look like a mere blip on the radar.

There appears
to be simply no...

and I repeat no way
to contain it.

After a brief flurry of optimism,
the W.H.O. has acknowledged

it is having no...

countering the disease which is...

spreading around the globe
at an al-alarming... rate.

As you know by now, it
created worldwide panic.

Me and Bobby were as careful as
we could be for the next two years.

Drank only bottled water and
wore big sleek... Slickers in the rain.

So, no war,
but everybody got a little...

silly.

Almost everybody on this
big round world of ours.

It wasn't reversible,

there was no immunity to it,
no vaccine, nothing we could do.
Nada. Zip.

Now, pop...

I need you to sign this
so that I can take care of you guys.

Do you understand?

Are you
from the government?

No, dad. It's, uh...

It's Howie. I'm your son.

They're doing things
in the basement.

Terrible things.

It's ok. It's all right, dad.
It's ok.

Hey, everybody

let's have some fun

you only live but once

and when you're dead,
you're done so let
the good times roll

let the good
times roll

I don't care if you're young
or old get together...

My folks died raving
and pissing in their pants,

but I never stopped
loving 'em.

Let the good times roll...

Concentrate, jerkwad.
Concentrate.

Bobby went on with his research
at La Plata but to no avail.

Then one morning
he couldn't sleep,

and he went into
the laboratory early.

Hey, dude, no loafing
on the job.

Hey.
Hey.

Don't stand out
in the rain, fool.

Glad to see you.

Remember when you could see
the high-intensity arc-sodiums
from North Conway?

Not anymore.

Just the White Mountains
out there now.

I need to ask you to do
something for me.

I need a favor.

A big favor.

I'm not doing it, Bobby.
I can't do it.

A wuss right until the end.

Yeah, I'm a wuss.
I'm a candyass. All right?

I always was, I always will be.
That's who I am.

It's no big whoop, kiddo.

Just one little push
and a final ride.

Bobby, come on. There's got
to be another way. Please.

Push me, Bow-Wow.

Push me hard.

So I did it.

I killed him by shooting him up
with a highly concentrated dose
of his own discovery

4 hours ago.

I'm sorry.

I made the world full
of fools and dumbbells.

Hey, better fools and dumbbells
than a big black cinder in space. Huh?

Forgive me.

Promise me.

Tellid, Ba-Wa.

Tell... story...

what happened.

Swear.

Yeah.

I will.

This was all predicted.

Revelations said
the end would come.

That god would strike
the infidels and that judgment
would be his.

And now the end has come.

And now I think I'm done.

What do you think?

Is anybody watching this?

Mmm. Bobby, Bobby.

Zoom.

Way to go, Bow-Wow.

My name is Howie.

Faster, Bow-Wow.
Faster, Bow-Wow.

Goodbye, goodbye.

Time to stop.

Goodbye, Bobo.
Not your fault.

Hi, dad.

I forgive you, Bobby.
It's not your fault.

I'll be all right.

I did it.
I flew.

And if you ever try it again,
I'll kill you.

Ah. What'd you
do that for?

I love you.

Time to stop.
Time to stop.

Goodbye, Bobo.
Goodbye.

Goodbye. I forgive you.
It wasn't your fault.

I forgive you.
It wasn't your fault.

I forgive you,
I forgive you.

I love you.
I love you.

I love you. I love you.
I love you.

I forgive you.

I love you. I love you.
I love you.

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