(crackling sound effect)
What is it?
Don't get too close!
Yeah, no shit.
Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.
- (metal clink) - (Klaus grunts)
What is that gonna do?
I don't know, you have a better idea?
(thunder crackles)
(thud)
(gentle music)
So Dina ditched me
to hang out with Bradley
dick-for-brains Lewis.
(rock hitting metal)
Wear his stupid jacket.
(rock clatters)
Like some gross couple from the fifties.
(metal clangs)
And I need to still find a way
to buy some fucking groceries
and get them fucking home.
- (loud metal clatter) - (gasp)
- (metal crash) - (dog barking)
Do you think it's gonna explode?
It's not a film.
- Come on. - (gravel crunching)
Where are you going?
Well, we can't drive it, can we?
Well, I might be able to fix it,
we can't just leave it here, I-
(explosion)
Do you reckon you can still fix it?
Thank you.
(soft piano music)
So here's what I learned this week.
You are special, you're talented.
You're passionate. You're smart.
Except in the ways that you are really not,
like not locking your phone,
and falling for men like Benji.
You know better but you can't stop, because,
well, because everyone needs someone.
What you really need is someone to save you.
I can help, Beck.
Let me help you.
(crowd oohing)
Hmmm, this isn't so bad. Huh.
Not so bad at all.
Wait!
(piano music)
♪ Swimming in stars. Oh, oh oh! ♪
♪ Swimming in stars ♪
♪ Swimming in stars. Oh, oh oh! ♪
♪ They'll be swimming in stars ♪
(ominous music)
There are three stages to the Rite of Resurrection.
First,
we invoke the hounds.
Hounds of heaven, hounds of hell,
hounds of Earth, guardians of the door,
we summon thee to help us resurrect the fallen son.
No si vocare te.
(loud barking and snarling)
Bode!
Mom! Come here!
- What's wrong? - Look.
(ominous music)
Weird.
What is this?
Some kind of optical illusion?
Mom, I don't think that's such a good idea.
Mom.
Mom?
Listen, I've been thinking what it is
that I can write about and I have something.
It's... it's very personal but it's hard
for me to talk about.
Hold on a sec. I owe you such a big apology for
acting like a heinous bitch yesterday.
Oh, um, that's fine.
No. Kim told me about you getting hit by a car
and as a fellow victim, I'd like to offer my condolences.
Oh god, you were hit by a car too?
God no. But I could be, we all could be.
Especially Samantha. She has zero spacial awareness.
I didn't figure you for a sports person.
I wanna get the complete high school experience.
- (buzzer) - (crowd cheering)
Justin is a complete high school experience?
Shut up.
Don't get jealous, Clay.
You'll fill out, someday.
I wanted to say that I really,
I appreciate it, but it's never gonna happen.
I'm sorry what?
Okay, from what I remember of that kiss
I mean it was hot, you know, for being in
seventh grade and look I think it's really cool
that you think that I have golden specks in my eyes.
(music swells)
Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[whispering] I'm gonna carry you.
Dad, I'm-
You keep your eyes closed no matter what you hear.
You don't open them. You promise?
- I... I- - Do you promise?
I promise. (scary music starts)
Keep your eyes closed.
(banging and footsteps)
Get back in the car!
(car starting)
(baby crying)
Alright, whose ready for macs and cheese?
We only eat what we catch. We're gonna keep fishing.
That's not gonna happen. Let go.
I'm not giving up.
Hey, stop that, okay, that's cheating.
What?
(ominous music builds)
Oh no. No, no, no, no. Dion, they can't breath up there.
They need water.
(boy grunting)
(water gurgling)
Okay, that's not exactly what I meant.
(soft piano music)
Isn't it wonderful?
It's something.
(emotional music)
(cheering)
You can't sit there.
How long are you gonna do this?
We both live here, we have to deal with each other.
No we don't. I plan on spending my entire sentence
avoiding you.
Get over it. We did some illegal shit
and we both got caught.
You stole my life.
Stay the fuck away from me.