I had to tell someone. I couldn't keep it a secret anymore. Can I tell you my story? My...
I had to tell someone. I couldn't keep it a secret anymore.
Can I tell you my story?
[the renter shows his hand that says 'yes' on it]
My father died at 9-11. After he died I wouldn't go into his room for a year because it was too hard and it made me want to cry. But one day, I put on heavy boots and went in his room anyway. I miss doing taekwondo with him because it always made me laugh. When I went into his closet, where his clothes and stuff were, I reached up to get his old camera. It spun around and dropped about a hundred stairs, and I broke a blue vase! Inside was a key in an envelope with black written on it and I knew that dad left something somewhere for me that the key opened and I had to find. So I take it to Walt, the locksmith. I give it to Stan, the doorman, who tells me keys can open anything. He gave me the phone book for all the five boroughs. I count there are 472 people with the last name black. There are 216 addresses. Some of the blacks live together, obviously. I calculated that if I go to 2 every Saturday plus holidays, minus my hamlet school plays, my minerals, coins, and comic convention, it's going to take me 3 years to go through all of them. But that's what I'm going to do! Go to every single person named black and find out what the key fits and see what dad needed me to find. I made the very best possible plan but using the last four digits of each phone number, I divide the people by zones. I had to tell my mother another lie, because she wouldn't understand how I need to go out and find what the key fits and help me make sense of things that don't even make sense like him being killed in the building by people that didn't even know him at all! And I see some people who don't speak English, who are hiding, one black said that she spoke to God. If she spoke to god how come she didn't tell him not to kill her son or not to let people fly planes into buildings and maybe she spoke to a different god than them! And I met a man who was a woman who a man who was a woman all at the same time and he didn't want to get hurt because he/she was scared that she/he was so different. And I still wonder if she/he ever beat up himself, but what does it matter?
What would this place be if everyone had the same haircut?
And I see Mr. Black who hasn't heard a sound in 24 years which I can understand because I miss dad's voice that much. Like when he would say, "are you up yet?" or...
Let's go do something.
And I see the twin brothers who paint together and there's a shed that has to be clue, but it's just a shed! Another black drew the same drawing of the same person over and over and over again! Forest black, the doorman, was a school teacher in Russia but now says his brain is dying! Seamus black who has a coin collection, but doesn't have enough money to eat everyday! You see olive black was a gate guard but didn't have the key to it which makes him feel like he's looking at a brick wall. And I feel like I'm looking at a brick wall because I tried the key in 148 different places, but the key didn't fit. And open anything it hasn't that dad needed me to find so I know that without him everything is going to be alright.
Let's leave it there then.
And I still feel scared every time I go into a strange place. I'm so scared I have to hold myself around my waist or I think I'll just break all apart! But I never forget what I heard him tell mom about the sixth borough. That if things were easy to find...
...they wouldn't be worth finding.
And I'm so scared every time I leave home. Every time I hear a door open. And I don't know a single thing that I didn't know when I started! It's these times I miss my dad more than ever even if this whole thing is to stop missing him at all! It hurts too much. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll do something very bad.
I had to tell someone. I couldn't keep it a secret anymore. Can I tell you my story? My father died at 9/11. After he died, I wouldn't go into his room for a year... ...because it was too hard and it always made me wanna cry. But one day, I had completely heavy boots and I went into his room anyway. I miss doing Tae Kwon Do with him because it made me laugh. When I went into his closet where his clothes and stuff were... ...I reached up to get his old camera with the brown case... ...and I broke a blue vase. Inside was an envelope with "Black" written on it. And I knew that Dad had left something... ...somewhere for me that the key opened and I had to find. So I take it to Walt the locksmith... - I get from Stan the doorman... WALT: Some kind of lockbox. ...For all the five boroughs. I count there are 472 people with the last name "Black." There are 216 different addresses. Some of the Blacks live together, obviously. I calculate if I go to two every Saturday plus holidays... ...minus my Hamlet school play rehearsals, it'll take me about three years... ...to go through all of them. But that's what I'll do. Go to every person named Black... ...and find out what the key fits and what Dad needed me to find. The very best possible plan. I divided the people by zones and I really had to tell my mother another lie. She wouldn't understand how I need to find what the key fit... ...that would help me make sense of things... ...like him being killed by people who didn't even know him at all! And I see some people who don't speak English... Hazelle Black, who's all prayered up and spoke to God. If she spoke to God, how come she didn't tell him not to kill her son... ...not to let people fly planes into buildings. Maybe she spoke to a different God than them! I meet a man, who is a woman who is a man, a woman all at the same time. I didn't wanna get near him/her, because she/he scared me... ...because she/he was so different. I still wondered if she had a VJ or peniscillin, but what does it matter? What would this place be like if everybody had the same haircut? I see Mr. Black, who hasn't heard a sound in 24 years. Which I can understand, because I miss Dad's voice that much. Like when he would say "Are you up yet?" or... Let's go do something. I see the twin brothers who paint together. And there's a shed that just has to be a clue, but it's just a shed! And Astrid Black, who has the same drawing... ...of the same person over and over and over again! Boris Black, the doorman, who was once a schoolteacher in Russia... ...but now says his brain is dying. Ramos Black, who has a coin collection... ...but doesn't have enough money to eat every day! Alan Black has a view of Gramercy Park but not a key to it... ...which he says is worse than looking at a brick wall. I feel like I'm looking at a brick wall... ...because I tried the key in 148 different places... ...but the key didn't fit and open anything Dad needed me to find. So that I'd know without him everything is all right. Then let's leave it there. I still feel scared every time I go into a strange place. I'm so scared I have to hold myself around my waist or I think I'll just break apart! But I never forget what I heard him tell Mom about the Sixth Borough: That if things were easy to find... They wouldn't be worth finding. But I'm still scared every time I leave home, every time I hear a door open. And I don't know a single thing that I didn't know when I started... ...except I miss my dad more than ever... ...even though the whole point was to stop missing him at all! [PANTING] It hurts too much. Sometimes I think I might do something really bad. [DOOR CLOSES] [KNOCK ON DOOR] [PAPER RUSTLES] Like you to what? No way. Absolutely not. No, no, no. Sure. Next Saturday, 7 a.m. I got there 23 minutes, 37 seconds early just in case. I didn't know if I wanted him to be there. I didn't even know if I didn't want him to be there. I'd give it the day to find out. If you're coming with me, there are rules. You are allotted two bathroom breaks, one 19-minute stop for eating. And sightseeing is strictly prohibited... ...although sites of historical merit may be noted. Also, there's a list of 15 simple questions about yourself I'd like you to answer. Come on. Rule number four is keep up. I can't stop and wait every two minutes. Jean Black is in Zone H, map grid AQ-16. It's in the Rockaways, 11.3 miles. This way. I don't take the train. It's not safe. It's an obvious target. All public transportation is. You can get blown to pieces by people who don't even know you. Oh, no. He said, "I can't walk that far." He said if I wanted him to go with me, it would have to be on the bus or a train. And the train was a lot faster. And he wrote: "Anyway, there's nothing to be afraid of." To which I said: It's easy for you to say! Which actually... it wasn't. "Think about nothing." That's an oxymoron, like, "now, then." An oxymoron is when two words contradict each other. My father and I used to have oxymoron wars. Seriously funny. Sah! Deafening silence. Fwa, fwa! Original copies. [THOMAS GRUNTING] Found missing! [THOMAS HISSING] "Student teacher"? Liquid gas. Clearly confused. - Living dead! - Oh! "Almost exactly." Genuine imitation. - Accidentally on purpose. - Aah. Jumbo shrimp. And even though he never said a word... ...for the first time since Dad died, I felt like I had someone to talk to. [DOORBELL RINGING] [DOGS BARKING] No one's there. MAN: Ring it again and I'll kill you! OSKAR: What are you doing? MAN: Get out of there! MAN: Hey, you! What are you doing with that camera? [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS] So how come you stopped talking? I did some extensive research. You know, it's medically impossible to stop talking... ...unless your vocal cords are taken out or cut... ...or diseased with carcinoma of the larynx or something. It said, "Otherwise, it is a hysterical reaction... ...to a singularly traumatic event... ...in which the person makes a psychological decision not to speak... ...because speaking would re-create the event." Just thought you should know. [HORN HONKS] Wait! I can't cross this! The bridge isn't safe. I might fall through. I can't read what you're writing from there. He wrote, "If you cross the bridge, I'll tell you my story." Wait for me! Don't go too far! Wait for me! He also wrote, "Let's take a break and we'll talk." We can't! We only just started. Wait here. Don't leave me! Hello?
Clip duration: 720 seconds
Timestamp in movie: 00:00:00
Uploaded: 13 December, 2020
Genres: adventure, drama, mystery
Summary: A nine-year-old amateur inventor, Francophile, and pacifist searches New York City for the lock that matches a mysterious key left behind by his father, who died in the World Trade Center on... Read all