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Seven-fifty.
Is there no chance you can spare us a dollar or two, huh?
Right.
How's your dad doing?
He's hanging in there.
Hey. Hey!
Do I know you?
Look at me like that again like you did inside of there,
and I'll knock your fucking lights out... China boy.
I'm Korean.
Same fucking thing to me.
All right. See you, man.
You think you're better than me, don't you?
I saw the way you looked at me back there.
No! No!
What are you, some kind of computer whiz?
- I don't know... - Shut the fuck up!
Yeah. You're all the same.
You flood into our fucking country
and you take all of our jobs.
No, no, no...
You're a little rat, aren't you?
Say it.
I'm a little rat.
Louder.
I'm a little rat.
Louder.
- Louder! - I'm a little rat!
I'm... I'm a little rat.
Don't you ever come back here again, rat.
What are you looking at?
Ah, Prasumas.
My favorite.
Johnny...
What happened to your face?
It's fine.
- Huh? - I said it's fine.
Ay, Johnny, it's all... You're bleeding.
Who did this to you?
Seriously, it isn't a big deal.
I should have been there.
I can take care of myself, Dad.
They're scared of you because you're different.
But that's not your fault.
Different doesn't mean you're bad.
I know.
Johnny, one day...
I won't be here to look after you.
Who is looking after who?
You're not going anywhere.
Is this some kind of prank?
What...?
Crazy.
It's crazy.
Who is this?
Friend.
I like your music.
Is it?
It's kind of depressing.
Sad but not mean.
I guess.
What is that?
You can hear that?
I hear certain sounds.
What's happening?
Bad things.
What do we do?
Nothing.
We can't do anything.
Not our problem.
- Um, hello. - I can help.
But I need your help
and permission.
What are you going to do?
Stop the bad things.
And, uh...
What kind of... help do you need?
I want to see through you.
I don't get it.
I want to be part of your world.
The real world.
See. What do you see?
Um...
Okay, okay.
No!
No. Please. Help me, please.
911. What's your emergency?
Hello?
Hello?
Hey, rat!
What did I tell you, huh?
I told you not to come around here anymore.
Didn't I, rat? Huh?
Don't call me that.
I'll call you whatever I want.
Someone else calls you that nickname, right?
Oh. They don't know, do they?
Shut the fuck up.
Mommy went to jail when Dirk was a little boy, huh?
Shut the fuck up. Do you hear me?
When daddy gets lonely, he gets drunk.
He must have hit you a little too hard inside of your head, huh?
- Come on, Dirk. - 'Cause now you're out picking on rats like me.
You know it's really something.
All the shit you can find
when you dig into someone's cell phone.
You my fucking shrink now?
What's happening?
Bad people.
Don't look at me like that.
- Stop. - Don't fucking look to me like that.
I want to help.
Do it.
Mm...
These must be the best Prasumas yet. They're so juicy.
They're so juicy.
I like when you're happy.
It makes me happy.
I can't always be happy.
I guess that this will have to do.
Don't you have to get that?
What is it?
You're punishing him.
Sorry?
Your father... it will spread quickly and he will suffer.
You're punishing him.
No. He wants to be with me.
You are the one causing this pain but it didn't... like this.
Let me help.
- No. - Let me help.
Absolutely not.
You sound like a bad man.
I won't let you do this.
I don't need your permission.
Johnny!
Stay away from anything connected.
Quick! We have to get out of here.
We have to get out of here!
Oh, my God!
Shit.
No!
No, no, no.
Stay away from him!
I'll do anything.
Just don't hurt him.
Find me another.
Hey, how you doing back there?
Hm?
Hm?
Nice and comfy?
You don't say much but you are great company.
Hello, Jonathan.
Where am I?
That is everybody's first question.
Totally normal reaction.
The real question is, where do we place you?
It says here that you are good with computers.
You actually build your own rigs.
I do, too.
In fact, I've actually built one of my own right here.
I think you might appreciate it. Would you like to go see it?
Right.
You know, somebody with your skill set
could really rise the ranks around here.
Interesting.
You know, reactions tell us so much about the human mind.
For example...
you spitting in my face tells me you tend to get bullied...
that you're not very good at protecting yourself.
What does my reaction tell you about me?
You know, you look like somebody
who used to be here a very long time ago.
Same disrespect.
Jones!
Our patient has had a very long day.
Let's make sure he feels at home.
Yes, sir.
Where to?
Block 10.
Campers!
Jonathan, I'd like you to meet your new friends.
It's Johnny.
Are we being a little shy?
All right, allow me to make the introductions.
Over here. This is Alma.
She's a little bit of a crank pot. Stay clear.
This one is Emma.
Ignore her scar. She can be very sweet... at times.
Hi, Emma.
This is our mommy, Renee.
Pleasure.
And that cot right there is designated for,
well, Sami.
She's getting ready for her session.
Let's get him dressed.
I can't wait to show you the lab.
It's funny, after so many years of experimentation,
the solution is so simple.
Target receptors in the brain
by a homemade cocktail designed by me
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