With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept.
Pour moi, le meilleur épisode toutes saisons confondues,
c'est parfaitement écrit, parfaitement joué, la chute est certes,
triste, mais tellement réaliste, cet épisode nous a permi
d'ouvrir nos yeux sur ce qui se passe réellement dans les
lycées aux Etats-Unis, bien que ça n'arrive pas tout le temps,
et Dieu merci, mais hélas les fusillades sont de plus en plus
fréquentes, et cet épisode de Oth, l'a vraiment bien retranscrit
et je trouve que se fut une idée lumineuse de faire un épisode
sur ce sujet.
Je vous mets, mes meilleurs dialogues et moments, que je trouve vraiment touchant :
Lucas : Talk to me, tell me about a good day.
Peyton : We had a snow day... Sixth grade. Do you remember ? It was like this whole other world just came in overnight and took ours away. And Brooke, she came over. We made a snow fort... With a tunnel. And we stayed inside there all day. And it seemed so safe, like... everything was okay. Like everything our world was about to become, maybe we could just stop it. And stay little kids for one more day. But then it got cold... Kinda like now. They're gonna come now.
Lucas : Who ?
Peyton : All of them, the reporters... And the psychologists and the analysts and the so-called "experts". And they're gonna try to make sense of this. But they're not gonna be able to. And even if we do make it outta here, we're always gonna carry it with us. It's never gonna be the same... It's not glass is it ? In my leg...
Lucas : No... It's a bullet... Now I may have to get you outta her okay ? But nothing will happen to you, I promise.
Peyton : You're always saving me.
Lucas : Somebody's got to.
Peyton : If I say... "I love you" right now, will you hold it against me ? Coz I've lost a lotta blood... Come here (She kisses him). Just in case you can't keep your promise.
Là, vous commencez à avoir les yeux rouge.
Mouth : It's not supposed to be this way. The artists and the scientists and poets; none of them fit in at seventeen. You're supposed to get past it. Adults, they see kids killing kids and... They know it's a tragedy because they used to be those kids, the bullies and the beaten and the loners. You're supposed to get past it. You're supposed to live long enough to take it back. Just take it all back.
Là, une larme coule
Lucas : Does this darkness have a name ? This cruelty, this hatred ? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it ? What happened to us ? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return. But knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way ? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name ? Is it your name ?
Et là, vous pleurez.