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In the New York Herald, November 26, year 1911, there is an account of the hanging of three men. They died for the murder of Sir Edmund William Godfrey; Husband, Father, Pharmacist and all around gentle-man resident of: Greenberry Hill, London. He was murdered by three vagrants whose motive was simple robbery. They were identified as: Joseph Green, Stanley Berry, and Daniel Hill. Green, Berry, Hill. And I Would Like To Think This was Only A Matter Of Chance. As reported in the Reno Gazette, June of 1983 there is the story of a fire, the water that it took to contain the fire, and a scuba diver named Delmer Darion. Employee of the Peppermill Hotel and Casino, Reno, Nevada. Engaged as a blackjack dealer. Well liked and well regarded as a physical, recreational and sporting sort, Delmer's true passion was for the lake. As reported by the coroner, Delmer died of a heart attack somewhere between the lake and the tree. A most curious side note is the suicide the next day of Craig Hansen. Volunteer firefighter, estranged father of four and a poor tendency to drink. Mr. Hansen was the pilot of the plane that quite accidentally lifted Delmer Darion out of the water. Added to this, Mr. Hansen's tortured life met before with Delmer Darion just two nights previous. The weight of the guilt and the measure of coincidence so large, Craig Hansen took his life. And I Am Trying To Think This Was All Only A Matter Of Chance. The tale told at a 1961 awards dinner for the American Association Of Forensic Science by Dr. Donald Harper, president of the association, began with a simple suicide attempt. Seventeen-year-old Sydney Barringer. In the city of Los Angeles on March 23, 1958. The coroner ruled that the unsuccessful suicide had suddenly become a successful homicide. To explain: The suicide was confirmed by a note, left in the breast pocket of Sydney Barringer. At the same time young Sydney stood on the ledge of this nine-story building, an argument swelled three stories below. The neighbors heard, as they usually did, the arguing of the tenants and it was not uncommon for them to threaten each other with a shotgun, or one of the many handguns kept in the house. And when the shotgun accidentaly went off, Sydney just happend to pass. Added to this, the two tenants turned out to be: Faye and Arthur Barringer. Sydney's mother and Sydney's father. When confronted with the charge, which took some figuring out for the officers on the scene of the crime, Faye Barringer swore that she did not know that the gun was loaded. A young boy who lived in the building, sometimes a visitor and friend to Sydney Barringer, said that he had seen, six days prior, the loading of the shotgun. It seems that the arguing and the fighting and all of the violence was far too much for Sydney Barringer, and knowing his mother and father's tendency to fight, he decided to do something. Sydney Barringer jumps from the ninth floor rooftop. His parents argue three stories below. Her accidental shotgun blast hits Sydney in the stomach as he passes the arguing sixth-floor window. He is killed instantly but continues to fall, only to find, three stories below, a safety net installed three days prior for a set of window washers that would have broken his fall and saved his life if not for the hole in his stomach. So Faye Barringer was charged with the murder of her son, and Sydney Barringer noted as an accomplice in his own death. And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just "Something That Happened." This cannot be "One of Those Things... " This, please, cannot be that. And for what I would like to say, I can't. This Was Not Just A Matter Of Chance. Ohhhh. These strange things happen all the time.
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In The New York Herald,
November 26, year 1911...
there is an account of the
hanging of three men.
They died for the murder of
Sir Edmund William Godfrey...
husband, father, pharmacist, and
all-around gentleman resident...
of Greenberry Hill, London.
He was murdered by three vagrants
whose motive was simple robbery.
They were identified
as Joseph Green...
Stanley Berry...
and Daniel Hill.
Green, Berry, Hill.
And I would like to think this
was only a matter of chance.
As reported in the Reno
Gazette, June of 1983...
there is the story of a fire...
the water that it took
to contain the fire...
and a scuba diver
named Delmer Darion.
Employee of the Nugget Hotel
and Casino, Reno, Nevada...
engaged as a blackjack dealer,
well-liked and well-regarded...
as a physical, recreational,
and sporting sort...
Delmer's true passion
was for the lake.
As reported by the coroner,
Delmer died of a heart attack...
somewhere between the
lake and the tree...
but most curious side note is the
suicide the next day of Craig Hansen...
volunteer firefighter,
estranged father of four...
and a poor tendency to drink. Mr.
Hansen was the pilot of the plane...
that quite accidentally lifted
Delmer Darion out of the water.
Added to this, Mr.
Hansen's tortured life...
met before with Delmer Darion
just two nights previous.
All I need is a two.
All you need is a deuce.
All right.
That is an eight.
Glad you like my work. All right.
Moment of truth--
The weight of the guilt and the
measure of coincidence so large...
Craig Hansen took his life.
And I am trying to think this was
all only a matter of chance.
The tale told at a
1961 awards dinner...
for the American Association
of Forensic Science...
by Dr. John Harper, president
of the association...
began with a simple
suicide attempt.
Curiosity.
Seventeen-year-old
Sydney Barringer...
in the city of Los Angeles
on March 23rd, 1958.
The coroner ruled that the
unsuccessful suicide...
had suddenly become a
successful homicide.
To explain, the suicide was
confirmed by a note...
in the right hip pocket
of Sydney Barringer.
At the same time young Sydney stood on
the ledge of this nine-story building...
an argument swelled
three stories below.
The neighbors heard, as they usually
did, the arguing of the tenants...
and it was not uncommon for them to
threaten each other with a shotgun...
or one of the many
handguns in the house.
I'm gonna put you down!
And when the shotgun
accidentally went off...
You asshole!
Sydney just happened to pass.
What?
Shut the fuck up!
Added to this, the two
tenants turned out to be...
Faye and Arthur Barringer...
Sydney's mother and
Sydney's father.
When confronted
with the charge...
which took some figuring out for the
officers on the scene of the crime...
Faye Barringer swore she did
not know the gun was loaded.
I didn't know.
She always threatens me with the
gun, but I don't keep it loaded.
And you didn't load the gun?
Why would I load the gun?
A boy who lived in
the building...
sometimes a visitor and
friend to Sydney Barringer...
said that he had seen, six days
prior, the loading of the shotgun.
Ricky, come here a minute.
It seems that all the
arguing and fighting...
and all of the violence was far
too much for Sydney Barringer...
and knowing his mother and
father's tendency to fight...
he decided to do something.
He said that he wanted
them to kill each other...
and that's all that they wanted
to do, kill each other...
and that he would help them do
that if that's what they wanted.
Sydney Barringer jumps from
the ninth-floor rooftop.
His parents argue
three stories below.
Her accidental shotgun blast
hits Sydney in the stomach...
as he passes the arguing
sixth-floor window.
He is killed instantly,
but continues to fall...
only to find, five stories below, a
safety net installed three days prior...
for window washers that
would've broken his fall...
and saved his life if not for
the hole in his stomach.
So Faye Barringer was charged
with the murder of her son...
and Sydney Barringer noted as
an accomplice in his own death.
And it is in the humble
opinion of this narrator...
that this is not just
something that happened.
This cannot be one
of those things.
This, please, cannot be that.
And for what I would
like to say, I can't.
This was not just a matter of chance.
Ha, ha.
These strange things
happen all the time.
In this big game that we play,
life, it's not what you hope for.
It's not what you deserve.
It's what you take.
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Jimmy celebrates his 12,000th
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Donald W. Winnicott. 1911 . North America.
South America.
The answer is four. The answer is 22.
Gravity.
The answer is The Life
of Samuel Johnson.
I don't care what your
last bank statement is.
Let's go. You should have
done that 10 minutes ago.
- We need more dog food.
- Talk in the car.
- Look, I got a serious audition today.
- Are you lonely?
- That one too?
- I need this one.
Well, let me tell you.
I don't understand why you need
four bags of books to go to school.
There's no reason for
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- Be ready at 2:00.
- 30.
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I won't be here till 2:00.
Get your stuff. Come on.
Gotta go. Love you.
- Love you too.
- Okay.
Donnie, do you have an answer?
I do, Jimmy. Prometheus.
It is!
Donnie, how does it feel?
It's pretty exciting. Bet you don't get
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You were so cute
on that game show.
Bet you can't answer any questions
now, though, huh? Ha, ha!
- So we're all set to go, Donnie.
- Good.
- I'll see you tomorrow morning.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- You're running around like crazy.
I'm gonna be late for work.
Hey.
It's the Quiz Kid, Donnie Smith.
Hello, hello.
- How's today, then?
- Fucking bullshit is what this is.
Fucking regrets.
And we do these things,
move through this life.
I'm gonna need your help, Phil. You
got to help me on something today.
I'll take care. Anything, Earl.
Well, you're his doctor,
and that's why.
Tell me something.
Tell me something.
He needs more pills. He
needs more-- Fuck it.
He needs more pills, and
I need some answers...
so I'm coming to see you.
Morning, Linda.
I love you, my darling.
I'll be back in a while, Phil.
I have to do some things...
and I have to see something,
and I'll be back.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Press one to hear...
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description of themselves...
and two to leave a personal
message of your own.
Well, hello. This is Jim. I
work in law enforcement.
I'm an officer for the LAPD...
and work out of the North
Hollywood district.
I love my job, and I love
to go to the movies.
I try to stay physically fit.
My job demands it.
I'm getting up there, though.
"I'm 32 years old, and I'm 6'2"
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if that's important to you.
I'm really interested in meeting someone
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and undemanding and loving...
so if you are this person, please
leave me a message at box number 82.
Thank you.
So much violence...
but that's the way of the world.
Good luck, as always.
Serve and protect and all that other
blah, blah, blah on the side of the car.
Let me tell you something.
This is not an easy job.
I get a call on the
radio from Dispatch.
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And it stinks.
But this is my job,
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because I wanna do well.
In this life and in this
world, I wanna do well...
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Timestamp in movie: 00h 00m 00s
Uploaded: 13 December, 2020
Genres: drama
Summary: An epic mosaic of interrelated characters in search of love, forgiveness and meaning in the San Fernando Valley.
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01:54 Respect the cock
01:01 Do you know Lily
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00:12 I let my love go
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01:07 Terrible things
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00:47 I'll tell you
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