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: [playing catch with Robbie
] Mom says you got a report due on Monday, so you're going to work on that when you're done here. Robbie Ferrier
: Yeah, I'm almost finished, I just gotta type it up. Ray Ferrier
: Yeah, bullshit. Robbie Ferrier
: Yeah? What do you know, Ray? Ray Ferrier
: Everything. Haven't you heard? Between me and my brother, we know everything. Rachel Ferrier
: What's the capital of Australia? Ray Ferrier
: That's one my brother knows. Robbie Ferrier
: Okay with you if I just laugh the first five hundred times you tell that one? Ray Ferrier
: ...Just do your report. We don't send you to school so you can flunk out. Robbie Ferrier
: You don't pay for it, Tim does. Ray Ferrier
: [hesitates furiously for a second, then throws the ball really hard at Robbie, Robbie catches it hardly
] That's half of what I got. Robbie Ferrier
: You're an asshole.
[throws the ball hard at Ray
] Robbie Ferrier
: ...I hate coming here. Ray Ferrier
: Is that why you act like such a dick? Ray Ferrier
: [throws the ball super hard, but Robbie steps out of the way and allows the ball to crash through the window
[Robbie is trying to hitch a ride with passing soldiers
] Ray Ferrier
: Robbie, you want to go in that direction? There is nothing *living* in that direction! Robbie Ferrier
: What do you care? You never gave a shit before! You never gave a shit! Ray Ferrier
: Okay, hard-ass. You're in charge now? So what's your plan? Robbie Ferrier
: We catch up with these soldiers, and we head back there, and we get back at them! We get back at them! Ray Ferrier
: Okay, now come up with a plan that doesn't involve your 10-year-old sister joining the Army! You got anything like that? Robbie Ferrier
: Why don't you tell the truth? You don't know where to go! You only chose Boston because you hope Mom is there; You hope she is there, and then you can dump us on her! Then you will only have to care about yourself, which is exactly the way you like it!
: If we had any balls we'd go back there, find one of those things and kill it. Ray Ferrier
: Thank you, but maybe you should let me handle the big decisions. Robbie Ferrier
: When will that be, Ray? Never? Never's about your speed. Ray Ferrier
: Ok, enough of the "Ray" shit! It"s "Dad," or "Sir!" Or if you want, "Mr. Ferrier."... That sounds a little weird to me but you decide.
: Where the hell did you go? Robbie Ferrier
: Over on Lincoln Avenue. By the church. Ray Ferrier
: You saw the lightning? Were you near it? Robbie Ferrier
: Yeah. 26 times we counted, over and over again. The lightning just started hitting. It opened up this, like, hole or something. I don't know. Ray Ferrier
: 26 times? Robbie Ferrier
: Yeah. Ray Ferrier
: You're okay? Robbie Ferrier
: Yeah. Ray Ferrier
: Good. All right, well, your sister is in the house. And I want you to go in that house and I want you to stay with her. And the next time you take my car with no driver's license and no permission, I call the cops.
: If everything's fine, why do we have to sleep in the basement? We got perfectly good beds. Ray Ferrier
: It's like a slumber party. Robbie Ferrier
: What are you afraid's gonna happen to us? Ray Ferrier
: Nice basement. Rachel Ferrier
: I wanna sleep in my bed, got back problems. Ray Ferrier
: Ok, well uh, you know on the weather channel, when there's a tornado, and they, tell you to go down to the basement for safety? It's like that. Rachel Ferrier
: There's gonna be tornadoes? Ray Ferrier
: Rachel? No more talking. Ok? Rachel Ferrier
: Could you be a little nicer to me? God!
: This is your space. You own this.
: Ray, I'm standing right next to you. Talk to me. What's going on?
: Ketchup. Mustard. Thousand Island Dressing. Vinaigrette. This is good, Robbie. I told you to pack *food*. What the hell is this? Robbie Ferrier
: That's all that was in your kitchen.
: I have to see this, Dad. You have to let me go. I want to fight. Please! I have to see this. Just let me go!
: What is it? Is it terrorists? Ray Ferrier
: These came from some place else. Robbie Ferrier
: What do you mean, like, Europe? Ray Ferrier
: No, Robbie, not like Europe!
: [Calling out
] Mom?... Tim? Mom! Robbie Ferrier
: ...They're gone. Rachel Ferrier
: [to Ray
] Is she dead? Ray Ferrier
: She's not dead. Alright? She's just not here, okay. They were never here. Robbie Ferrier
: How do you know? Ray Ferrier
: Because they're on their way to Boston.
: Dad, talk to me! What's happening? Tom Ryan
: There's no time to explain.
[a man runs past the window, screaming
] 'Alien Attack!'
: Alien attack! Tom Ryan
: Well, actually, that about sums it up.
: [mouthing though window