Transcript for Intermezzo

Let's start with a story. Shall we? So this order of the fallen star. It's been around for quite a while, really. And a couple hundred years ago, before all these little, futile, meanless, money-grubbing to cheat, join daddy's boys' club. They had no black holes. Free of their best and brightest! We're given a holy mission to find the most coveted, the most powerful, the most... You know what, it was the Blackstone. The Blackstone. Yes, you've seen it. Well, no, it it. But you saw painting them in Larson's little house, didn't you?

Cut the house! Look, it's for experience, you say, let's just assume I know it all. But don't call me, I know it all. The order was being neat, Larsen's bench. Yes. And those three statues you found, those three soldiers.

Anti-arrowen and beach. Those stooches. They were the ones sent to retreat in the stone, only the god a little distracted. One of them fell into the power-hungry mindset that seems out so prevalent with these order boys and tried to bring about suddenly gonna happen. Mike, now she's, cousin, maybe on dad's side for sure. Anywho, they failed. And Antoine, do you remember him, right? Lighthouse boy, not the lighthouse guy, but the one who lived under it and, you know what, it doesn't matter. So, face to say, they didn't find the stone.

He was who Anna stands up. Every time you pronounce that name. Yes, yes, right. The big picture is that these boys, these three soldiers. Well, they didn't find the stone. See? And well, that's a problem.

Why? Doesn't matter. Not that. Not yet.

Are you can do anything? Almost. But see, this stone, this stupid fucking stone, it's just out of my eye line. I can't get it! Something aboard it! Just can't be seen! But Josh makes me so mad! If the soldiers were sent to find it, they'll be summoned within the order knows where it was. New! Yes! Look, just for the sake of these, I can't see it. Okay? I don't have that... S-something. I just can't. Okay? Okay.

But surely someone can. Yes, sir. Plenty of things that can... The Van Gogh is... The Van Gogh! Oh god, you're a little too? Oh, Arthur. Such a powerful being so underutilized, give it a mouth, will you? Let it join in on the conversation for once? No, no, no, nothing. Thing. Some people can see my blackstone when they touch that little gray rock back there. But only some, like who? Well, some little shit kicker kid did, and then he found out where it was, and then I had my own plans, and I did find out eventually, but if I had been, sorry, I was there. I was there, I was there.

Hold on, what? Not me, me, but me, you know? Larson called you. Y'all have thotep. Are you said who cares? Exactly! Exactly Arthur. You get it. It's not about the names we're given. It's about the names we choose.

Are you? He. Are you? All right, all right. Look. Here, Arnie. Imagine this piano is everything that exists. I mean, that will, house, and has yet to. Let's see this key here. Middle C. That's you. That's your lovely little planet on its entire timeline from start to finish. Empty rock to empty rock with a few billion monkeys in between. And all these other notes are just copies of that. It's slightly different, but basically the same. Different realities, different universes. Follow? I guess, yes.

See all these strings and hammers. Everything inside here. What you can't see when the lid is closed. Well, that's right. As well as a number of other cretons who like to call themselves gods. Now. In here, we can... Butk strings. Hammer or two, and walk along these tight little metal coils to enact our will in various ways. But never, more than one key at a time. See, we are limited in here already. We, as gods, pieces of us on each and every one of these keys. But our souls, if you want to call it that, are trapped under the lid. Nah, don't get me wrong. You can strike those hammers and make a hell of a mess. But you can't play much of a tune one note at a time. Can't! Can't! No! No! Nah! Exactly. Or that's what I thought. See? Shabny bal! That rascal that those soldier boys fell into a few hundred years back. That insanely devout little follower named Antoine waited a whole 666 years to drag her out from under the lid kicking and screaming and land her squarely on the bench. Giving her all the keys she could ever hope for. What? Amazing, right? Well not really. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it. The really amazing part was how he fuck it up. See, once you're out of the lid, you're on your own, Bucco. No more safety net. No more hammering the strings. You are out there and boy. Didn't she last all of five minutes before? Gone from existence. Gone. Shubnikov! GONzo! Thanks to your pal Henry. In fact, I guess a few names you might know. Break underhill. He was in the mix as well. Wait. Henry looked fond.

Putting the pieces together I see. Look, these boys set off a chain of events that changed the very fabric of our universe. You following? No. Look, the cause notes here are Henry, Frank, some other guy. They stop and tawn from bringing Shelby into this world maybe 10 years ago. Shub entered Henry's body, landing her squarely and firming on this plane and with a little time fuckery! He deleted her from existence.

See, when something that powerful gets deleted, It doesn't go out with a whimper. Every other key that she had ever existed on instantly forgotten about her is if they were never even stuck. And the world she was brought into. Only had the remnants ever stained. Sanny familiar Johnny.

War would've... Because the same thing happened to you, silly ghosts! Only just a little piece of you made it out of the lid, and gotten trapped in your very own Oxford's dictionary of blasphemy! Every single key has a little John, and a little Arthur, all slightly different. All having made slightly different choices along the way. I thought you said I was unique. Oh... You have no idea.

I'm right. Okay, but each key then has a different view as well. Yes. Yes. Now you're getting it. Each key, each dimension, each world with its own entire timeline and series of events distilled from the choices you've made, the successes, the failures, all of them exist with their own little version of me until I killed them. Let's see. When I touched the graciously. I didn't ask for what other like-minded versions of myself might have wanted. I asked her to move. Between these universes. I didn't feed it. I was pulled out to be stuck in some mortal flesh, or against my will. I slipped out of that prison. And now I am able to play all these. See, watching shut, blink out of existence gave me a new perspective. I knew I understood. I knew reality! A ripple effect caused by a series of strange, unfortunate choices. It made me special. Anyway, I'm like you, already. An anomaly. You're the Nealithotep from this reality. Well, I mean, I suppose. But, to put it another way, I killed him. And all that remains is Hey. Simply. But what is all that have to do with me? Well, I told you. Your special. At first I thought it was just me. But really, I think this world has some serious power after shoveling down of existence. But what? I don't understand. I told you all about it. Yes, I get that there are other worlds, other dimensions, but me. And do you though? Do you truly understand? Look! Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I didn't do that. Oh, and this one you did. I love this one. It's really fun. You end up losing your arm up to the elbow and you kill so many people. What? Who's I call this one Darker or Darker? Wait. Who's? Is this? What am I? Oh, yeah. That would be Parker's body you're up against. Say hi Parker. Hi Arthur. Time to go.

Yes, it's, look, no matter what, I've seen the throw at you, you come out the other side better for it. The other arthur as well. It's just not you! It's like the Black Stone itself. I can't see you in the same way. Something about you is just different. But I don't know what. Where are we? Oh, you don't recognize it. Oh, oh. Just keep breathing.

Just breathe, Arthur. Okay. And keep those ears open. Come in, fool.

What? Where are you? Addison! You weren't here, sadly. How was me? Are you getting it yet? What else have you changed? It's changed! No! No! You're missing a big picture already!

What? Where? Shh! Don't wake the baby. Ooh, what? Is this... Is this... Oh God, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Arthur, were you a pre-me? Why here? Kids Arthur, they are the most important thing. Hell, even I have a daughter. And you know what? She would love you. No, we're not alive. In this... Here. To my parents. Still? No, no, no, no, no, no. Not in this way. But, oh. Oh. Are you starting to get it now? Yes. I, yeah.

He knows where we are. My home. Now. Stayed right here? Seriously. Hey, girl!

No. Please! Ah, kids. She's very cute, Arthur.

Let's go downstairs and talk. Shall we? Ah, the piano room. Where I would say you did some of your best work, Arthur. Sit, please, please. I insist. Why didn't you ever finish for Rose? Good bye. I like that one. Do you remember it? No. Not entirely. I tried. So! Boys. I think I made everything abundantly clear.

Right. Right. Oh, boy. In my old age. Well. I want you. Arthur. To get the black stuff. For me. How am I supposed to do that? Great question. Again. Wow. I don't know. Remember? Did I say stop?

Well, I do know when. And where? But not really? How? Oh, where in specific? Just, look, I know the wind and where. I managed to squeeze that out of my previous self, so I can get you there. You just need to get it. All right. Oh, oh, that's it. There it is. You do remember. Play that, will ya? Play it. I love this one. So we're gonna use the carrot and the stick here. Sound good, boys? When you get me the blackstone, both of you, your own bodies, again. There are even worlds where you did already. Imagine that. It doesn't go well after, but what are you? Arthur back in his, and you, and your own, and you, too, can still try to stay friends. Plus, already. Listen to that. No running water. You can have her back, Arthur. Imagine that. That must just warn your heart. It's not real. None of this. Oh, it's real. And now if it's stick, if you don't play along, I will torture every version of your daughter in front of you until the last light of the dying son. Did I say stop? I will perform such atrocities on Daniel, Charlie, every single person you know, over and over again. And that is not even a say when I will physically go to you. I can kill you in so many ways. You have no idea. And John, oh boy, listen, Goldie, I'll do worse to you than him just because I can. That's the stick. It's quite a stick. You can't even fathom. Look boys, this is easy. Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy. I mean, I assume. Now, you too. Fighting over and over again. Look, I'm not a monster. I just want the stone. So, before I send you on your merry way, John Boy, let's chat. about what? I can't you feel it? The tension? Arthur, so upset about our little side deal, you choosing to keep it from him. I have no choice. Sure. Anyway, I want everything to be smooth as ice. So, I'll make you a little offer. Call it DC Alcoda. That's a joke for Arthur and I, John. How would you like me to what? Arthur's. Memory. What? Not entirely. Mind you. Just the little revelation we spoke about. Back in New York. What? I can wipe it from his mind. So he wouldn't remember that you lied to him, John. Do not. It's just one time. Offer John. A way to start fresh. A little boost to make you two play nags. And then you can get my stone. What do you say?

How could you? Once a monster. A.R.

You know, when Arthur wrote down to forget about Oscar, oh, and the choices he could have made. Oh, I think it's time to reevaluate Arthur. You. Oh. All right, boys, it's been a blast. This right. Watch your step please. Well, here we are. I think it's 700 years ago, maybe somewhere around there. And look, you boys get to go to England after all. England. That's right. Welcome to 13th century England. I know, right? Who would have thought? But, this is where the soldiers left off. So, hold on. We, we have no money. Oh, oh. What? Look, look, look, look, look, look, look Arthur! I can't worry about the details, okay? Call me when you find my stone. How? How Arthur? Good.