Ending possibility 1

 Lamington’s Revenge

***Below is the general structure of the ending called Lamington's Revenge. Information is being withheld for future reveals but this is the general delivery. I do like the elements within this ending, but there would have to be some re-navigation regarding past happenings.. Off the top of my head the hunt dialogue between the lord's, and perhaps Mr. Lamington's crosshair-examination would have to be omitted for this ending to resound. I'm not sure what else yet--besides what I can mention for the future reveals*** 

(This is the barebones ending. The most pragmatic route.)

As an unfamiliar yacht floated into view, a hand reached out, assisting with the climb atop the ______surface view

Calvin: Thank you (to the grizzled deckhand)

Lamington: As the fisherman said to the fish I was just helping you out

(Lamington sat 30 ft away adjacent to Ben with headset laptop and drone and Mr. Berg in dimmed lighting.)

(Calvin looks)

Reminds me of an old saying my professor said in primary.

Lamington:

Teach a man how to fish, and he'll eat every day.  Teach a man how to be a fish, and he'll feed your whole family...

I thought it was dumb at the time... Still do...please have a seat Calvin. Zucresta, bring the waffles for Calvin.

(Calvin sits in the near but far-away seat and table 20 feet from Lamington, with smoking pipe in hand)

Ah, nice find (referring to spear), where did you disappear to?

Lamington: (referring to the butt of the spear) It's called a sauroter—it means lizard killer. It was thought that Alexander the Great had it fashioned during his brief stint in Memphis to catch lizards. But no, it was created long before his time--and not to catch lizards...  

Like many tragic greats he had fatal flaws. Hamartia is the term.

Some call them blindspots. His was his hubris and ambition.

You know after witnessing your speech at La Vue, I thought you were some sort of holy fool, fueled by hypomania and narcissism. But after witnessing you at the soiree, with your infodumping rant, I thought that perhaps you were on the spectrum. But no. Well, maybe, who really knows? (@) I thought you were speaking in metaphors, but you really do have a jelly obsession, don’t you. Remarkable.

You know you may think that because your vision is pure, the rules of reality don’t apply to you, but the world is not your playground...

After spending much time with you, Calvin, I think I know you now--well, know you better. I think you have Bipolar with Schizotypal Personality Disorder, and a need for validation. But that doesn’t really tell us who you are as a person does it? It doesn’t really capture the essence of Calvin. Ben pull up the list...

Indeed psychology is a messy business. So much remains unknown. Personally I believe that most people can fit into one classification or another. If anything, I find the discipline more effective as a guide and a cudgel than solving problems. In fact I’m of the mind that there’s nothing that a few push-ups can’t fix—or a bullet….what do you think Calvin?

Calvin:…

Ben: I have it

Lamington:. You’re going to love this Calvin, because the DSM classifications can’t quite capture you, Ben comprised something a bit more tailored.

Ben:

The Systematic-Regressive-Dissociative-Savant

The Manic-Primal-Polymath

The Neuro-Divergent-Hyper-Systematizer-with-Primal-Regressive-Tendencies

Lamington: The funnier ones, Ben

Ben:

The Scripted-Savant-Ghost-Talker

The Performative-Savant-Impulse-Masochist

The Autistic-Machiavellian-Impulse-Anarchist

The Manic-Rhapsodist-Ego-Fragile-Savant

The Savant-Level-Sociopathic-Shame-Killer

The High-Functioning-Cake-Fetishist-Apex-Assassin

Lamington: That’s enough Ben.

Lamington: Yes, we rely on specificity as much as the Commons rely on vaguity. It’s funner don’t you think? You don’t know what I mean, do you? Take for instance the insult “scumbag.” It’s a pied term for quite a few implications, isn’t it? Beat your wife, traffic children, fling poop...monkeys fling their poop don't they--do you not agree? (!)

Calvin: It was an isolated incident.

Lamington: Even now you lie. I read the HOA report. I saw the video. The look on that old lady’s face. I can only imagine, looking out her window, seeing her blanketed snow-white lawn speckled with dog shit. That’s a scumbag move, Calvin. That’s psychopathic.

Calvin: That was a very stressful time for me. I’m different now. (^)

Lamington: That was five months ago, Calvin.

Calvin: Have you ever tried mushrooms?

Lamington: Ah, of course, drugs. Yes, I have heard of how you took Sarah to the slums. I’m not surprised.

(Calvin was infused....Calvin did the calculation...he knew there was nothing to be done...

Every impulse and every reaction, with Barry, Xao, Baker Brian and of course all of the bundts.)

Lamington:

A lizard in king's palaces, indeed.

Do you know why they're so hard to catch?

It's not that lizards can't be seen. It's just that they're never where you've last seen them to be. But here you are.

Calvin: Why didn’t you kill me in the woods?

Lamington: I wanted to see if you would make it. You made it…

By the way how did you make it so far? No matter. I suppose it will have to remain one of your many secrets...you know when I first met you Calvin I thought that I could fix you. But when I saw that look in your eyes, drenched in piss, I knew that you were just too entrenched in your Douaumont (&). No, I have given up trying to figure out the psychology of Calvin. As crass as it may seem, retarded will have to suit the sum of my analysis

... Besides, you didn't think I'd forget about Sarah did you?--Barry? She'll never be the same.

Calvin: Now what?

Lamington: I want you to dance. Ben. (Ben plays the music)

(They say, "Oh my God, I see the way you shine

Take your hand, my dear, and place them both in mine"

You know you stopped me dead while I was passing by

And now I beg to see you dance just one more time [Dance Monkey, Tones And I)

Lamington: I mean it Calvin.

(Calvin gets up and starts moving, slyly whips his plate at Mr. Berg and charges at him with the table. Knocks him through the door way and turns towards Ben and baseball-bats his head and upper torso with the table

Mr. Berg would recover and there would be a struggle. He submits Calvin. Calvin is now on his knees with gun to temple. Mr. Berg tentatively and temperamentally waits for Lamington.)

Lamington: You were quite the muse, Calvin. But all good things as they say.

(All of a sudden the boat would shift traumatically, swinging 90° with everyone shifting silently.)

Lamington: no one move. (With one hand giving the "shh" and the other hand pointing below, he glares over the bulwark, while the yacht shuts down statically, and the captain creeps starboard without a sound) 

(Calvin sees the lopsided table, and Mr Berg glaring overboard with pistol lowered, an opportunity has made itself known and Calvin would surely abide. Like rolling Big balls of hay the farm, or the blocking sled in Little League, Calvin would make his way, past missing bullets ramming Mr. Berg over the bulwark)

Lamington: no!

(Another 45°... Long story short they all go overboard, Mr Lamington is feasted upon by killer whales, while Calvin, disenfranchised from the group, begins his doggy paddle towards shore... Or there's a scenario where Calvin kills everyone and Lamington is flung into the air by a whale)

(2 minute segment focus on Calvin doggy paddling toward shore with subtle classical music)

(For the music at the end, I was thinking of something subtle, like moonlight sonata but less intrusive. Something sentimental playing during Calvin's doggy-paddle escape toward shore; something that really encapsulates his lifelong struggle. This of course would be understood with the expression on his face as it changes from fearful desperation and determination, to tentative hope, to something...mysterious (?), to an eventual gleeful giddy as he sees himself just a 100 yards from shore....before the screen goes to Black and you hear the splish splash. Or for a more somber note, perhaps there's no gleeful expression at all, just the fade to Black and the splish splash. For dramatic effect It should be dark enough for a moonlight sonata inclusion, though I think there could be a better fit.  I was even thinking something slightly more charming.  Like there is a soiree somewhere far away in the distance, or in the distant recesses of his mind he must find. 

(Black screen)

Splish splash.

Story plot in a nutshell: 

A self-absorbed mentally ill boss man meets a wealthy aristocrat by happenstance when trying to cover up his crime of murder.  For whatever reason the aristocrat takes a liking to Calvin and invites him to a soiree at his mansion where he witnesses a strange ritual.  After a brief friendship and a severe falling out Calvin becomes aligned with the aristocrat's geopolitical enemies until finding his way back into the aristocrat's life.  But this time the aristocrat doesn't want camaraderie or a protege but revenge

Although this might just be a story about escapes 🤣.(Clearly emphasis should be put on the wedding escape, Pink flamingos escape, hotel escape, Barry's escape, detective escape, swat escape, China escapes, Coast guard escape, bar escape, the hunt escape, the tower escapes.

Lamington's Revenge Analysis:

In this ending the focus is clearly on the objective reality. The dreams and hallucinations are presumed just that. There's no extended exploration regarding the island, nor the language used on it. And we can only infer what is meant by "muse."

We can assume that Mr Lamington gave up on Calvin post urination with his "Douaumont" application, but we do not actually know if he staged the kidnapping(s); it could be perhaps that any efforts beyond the urinary coronation or christening would wilt in comparison to Alice's and Lamington's future efforts to alter Calvin's being to standard--or perhaps so he thinks. (But hope is on the horizon, as we have at least two more segues to explore.)

So Lamington’s Revenge could be a straightforward approach with no hallucinations or paranormal activity. And the G-Man lore is impromptu mocksmanship contrived thanks to Calvin, Laminton’s muse. And who is to say that the chip is not a voluntary program, and Lamington recruits homosexuals because of their low suggestibility threshold? (This is a premature idea installation, but the idea is being cultivated. Btw, I have a low suggestibility threshold, and I’m not gay, right :!

Notes:

How he gets to this end could very well be connected to the entry that will come out next, but no spoilers.

Ironically, was the very impulsivity that led Calvin to this ending is also perhaps what saved his life?— did it? (And how ironic would it be for the thing that he thinks doesn't exist actually sink him)

#Whales #splishsplash

If Calvin does have autism, it could be the operating system that allows his other extreme behaviors to coexist in in person. It provides the rigid structure needed for business and combat, and it also provides a disconnect with others in social settings. When you combine his genius’ish-ness, violence, and hallucinations—and the poop-flinging regressions, you get a multi-able’d complex person like Calvin.

@ - Perhaps indicative that the lore is impromptu fiction created by Lamington thanks to his muse, Calvin.

& - So did Lamington plan for Calvin’s emotional breakthrough in the dungeon (Lite Assembly), or is that when he realized that no such possibility existed—regardless of his employment of Alice and any future efforts.

^ - Perhaps this is when he decides to upgrade to his mansion

(!) – Did Calvin beat his wife? Did he traffic children?--Or is Mr. Lamington just giving examples before coming to Calvin’s true crime: poop flinging.

 it's interesting to note that Mr lamington never associates Calvin with the Commons, even when he was denigrating him at the very end ❤️