Professors Connor & Murphy McManus (Boondock Saint
A/N:
Warnings: Lots of swearing, mucho murder (of both humans and some of the four-legged variety). Oh, and madness. Ya know, the norm ;)
"Oi, Seamus!" Ron called out as food appeared on their plates during the Welcome Feast. "Is it true that the two new Defense Against the Dark Arts professors are related to you?"
Seamus Finnigan leaned in conspiratorially across the Gryffindor table; Ron, Hermione, and Harry all leaned in as well. "Yeah, they just moved here from Boston. Their ma is my ma's second cousin." His eyes darted towards the Staff Table for a moment. "Apparently their ma is a Squib so they were never taught magic."
"Never taught magic?" Hermione whispered outrageously. "Then how did they get hired here?"
Seamus shrugged. "My ma said that Dumbledore was pretty desperate and apparently they have experience fighting evil. Plus," his voice lowered, "I think they're on the run from the law and know they'd be safe within Hogwarts."
"What?" Hermione squeaked. "Why do you say that?"
A guilty expression passed over Seamus' expression. "Well…when we were over visiting I may have stumbled into their room by accident and found a large box of guns and money in their closet."
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed as his friends uttered similar words of surprise. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"Seamus! I can't believe you snooped!" Hermione chastised. After a reflective moment she followed that up with, "And what do you mean they had money and guns?"
"I don't really know…but don't say anything, okay? I probably should have kept quiet," Seamus said sheepishly.
"Sure," the trio answered immediately – they would all ponder on the possibilities of these new professors with guns later.
"Well, at least they can't be worse than Umbridge," Harry pointed out. "Magic-less or not."
Each of them smiled grimly. Be worse than the psychotically saccharine Delores Umbridge? Impossible.
Harry hurried into the DADA classroom just a minute before class was about to start and immediately began observing his new professors. They certainly looked similar enough to be considered brothers. The one introduced at the Welcome Feast as Professor Connor MacManus was slightly taller with a lean build and dirty blond hair. Professor Murphy MacManus had darker hair and a thin beard and mustache. Both wore the standard black professor robes but a wooden Celtic cross necklace accompanied their outfits.
"Alright, welcome everybody," Professor Connor MacManus began with a clap of his hands. His Irish accent was rather distorted; Harry assumed that was a result of living in America for so long. "Since my brother and I have the same last name, why don't y'all make it easier on yourselves and just call me Professor Connor—"
"—And me Professor Murphy," the other professor added. They shared a slight smirk, almost as if they were amused by their current teaching situation.
"Apparently standard sixth year curriculum has you focusing on dark creatures. However, we know that with Lord Voldemort running around—"
Almost all of the Gryffindors and Slytherins winced at the name of the feared dark wizard.
Professor Connor raised a slight eyebrow at their reaction. "Anyways, with Voldemort running around we decided it's best to prepare you in curse work and hexes."
Muffled words of interest erupted at his announcement.
"Like defensive spells, Professor?" Hermione asked with her arm primly raised in the air.
"Something like that," Professor Murphy answered her with an almost predatory smile.
The second day of class the students listened to their professors list their new spells to practice with barely veiled skepticism combined with a smidge of discomfort and minor disgust.
"Excuse me, Professors?" Hermione finally spoke up. "Are these spells standard for sixth year studies?"
They exchanged a look before Professor Connor answered. "Miss Granger, yes?" She nodded. "As we said the other day the standard curriculum isn't going to do much good with a fucking guerilla war out there."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise at his curse, along with some of the other girls, but the boys gazed at the professor with increased interest,
"B-but, these spells are rather dangerous! Some of them killour opponents." She scoffed. "You may as well be teaching us the Killing Curse!"
Professor Murphy stepped forward and performed a spell that displayed pictures of burning homes and broken, bloody bodies; the images appeared as if on a television screen. "The Killing Curse is addictive – it's not one we recommend. However, every week yet another human being is turning up dead – thanks to that fucking snake and his cowardly cronies."
Several of the Slytherins – the children of Death Eaters – sneered at his description.
"The only way we can stop Voldemort is exterminating his rats like the vermin they are," Professor Murphy finished hotly.
Shocked silence met his violent statement. Finally, the calmer of the two brother spoke up.
"In the eyes of many, each of you are children. You probably shouldn't be put in this position right now. But my brother is right. War is afoot and the very people charged with protecting us are doing an arse-backwards job of it. Some of you have already been in battle against Death Eaters." Professor Connor gave Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville a significant look. "There's a good chance you may again. If that happens, we want to make sure you're still kicking afterwards."
With that logic, there was no further argument.
A month later class was interrupted by Professor McGonagall arriving to retrieve Dean Thomas. Seamus' best friend took one look at her serious expression and his dark skin paled a shade or two. "It's my mom, isn't it?" he said in a soft voice that trembled slightly at the end. "She was supposed to owl me but she didn't."
Professor McGonagall's thin lips pressed together; her expression gave nothing away but the truth lay in her eyes. "Come with me, Mr. Thomas."
Harry watched the half-blood Gryffindor collect his belongings with lackluster movements and walk stiffly out with McGonagall. He knew that Dean's wizard father had left his mother at a young age and then was killed by Death Eaters for refusing to join. Dean mentioned at dinner a couple weeks ago that his mother had gone into hiding due to recent threatening messages from the Death Eaters…but Harry couldn't believe that his friend's mother was dead.
A weight landed in his stomach and Harry suddenly felt ill at the war once again hurting someone he knew. He glanced cautiously at Seamus and saw that his face was pinched in pain – one could assume that Seamus knew his best friend's mother quite well. Then Harry looked towards the front of the class and noticed the professors gazing at their cousin in concern. They exchanged a silent look and turned back towards the class.
"Listen, perhaps due to recent events we should end class early," Professor Connor said. Many students nodded upon his statement but a few looked upset.
"No!" Seamus vehemently denied, surprising everyone.
"Ah, excuse me Seamus?" Professor Connor asked with a puzzled expression. Indeed, Harry and the others were looking at their classmate in surprise as well.
"We need to learn these spells now more than ever!" Seamus answered hotly, his freckled face reddening. "Thanks to You-Know-Who people we know are dying and need to be stopped! Not to mention, the Ministry is bloody worthless!"
"Excuse me, but my father works at the Ministry and they're certainly not worthless," Pansy Parkinson snootily added.
Having no love for the Ministry, Harry couldn't help but respond before Seamus could even open his mouth. "Are you blind? The Ministry is full of idiots! Former Minister Fudge who swore that Voldemort was dead – until he bloody showed up at the Ministry itself! Then there's Delores Umbridge, that simpering psycho who tortured students last year when Fudge forced her onto us! Or, how about the fact that former Death Eaters get a free pass at the ministry?" At his final words Harry threw a dark look towards the Slytherin side of the room – most especially at Draco Malfoy.
"Listen Golden Boy, don't talk about things you don't understand," Pansy sneered. "Especially when you're no better than a mudblood – ignorant of the wizarding world's ways."
"You take that back!" Ron shouted in defense of his best friend.
"She doesn't have to take anything back – it's true!" snapped Draco.
"I'd rather be 'no better than a mudblood' than a child of murderers and rapists!" Harry shot back.
Within seconds the room exploded with the voices of multiple students shouting insults at the others. The McManus brothers looked at each other in exasperation and finally Professor Murphy shot off a handgun into the air. The shouting turned to screams and several of the students hid under their desk.
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" Professor Murphy commanded as his brother watched the class with a stern expression. "There's all sorts of evil about but the last sodding thing we need is all of us fighting with each other when there's something nastier out there." He let out an audible sigh. "I want each of you to think about this war tonight – everyone you've lost or could lose. Think about your real enemies."
"Class dismissed," Professor Connor added.
Later that day after dinner Harry was wandering through the halls contemplating the words of Professor Murphy. He supposed that maybe they had a point that it would be better if everyone banded together against Voldemort…but Harry could never see himself working with Malfoy, nevermind the rest of the Slytherins. Malfoy's dad had tried to kill them this past June and some of the other Slytherins were related to Death Eaters – they couldn't be trusted.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly ran into his Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. "Oh, sorry there professors!" Harry apologized after the near-collision.
Professor Connor tossed him a lopsided grin. "No problem there, lad."
Raising one brow, Professor Murphy gave him a thoughtful look. "You know, we were just talking about you Harry. Do you have a moment?"
Feeling nervous that his professors wanted to speak to him alone (nevermind the fact that all of his former DADA professors had tried to kill him, on purpose or accident, at some point thus far made him rather skittish), Harry nodded. "Sure."
He followed them through the halls until finally they came to their shared office. The interior was decorated with several Celtic crosses and the flag of Ireland hanging on the wall. Other than that the room appeared quite spartan with just two desks and chairs.
"Have a seat, Harry," Professor Connor motioned.
Harry did as he asked, his fingers anxiously wringing together. Did they want to admonish him about his classroom outburst?
"Harry," Professor Connor began in a smooth voice as he sat on top of his desk, legs dangling over the edge. "We wanted to talk to you about class today."
Harry felt the back of his neck heat up. There was nothing worst than getting in trouble at school – except for Voldemort trying to single-handedly kill you, of course. "Yes sir."
"Is what you said about the Ministry of Magic true, Harry?" Professor Murphy inquired.
Performing a double-take in surprise, Harry responded with wide eyes. "E-excuse me, professor?" He had thought the professors were going to yell at him for shouting – not ask if he was telling the truth!
"We're sure you're familiar with the fact that we're new to the Wizarding World, Harry. Honestly, Murph and I don't know a lot about the government of this world – just that Voldemort is intent on taking it over. So you can imagine we were pretty interested when you rambled on about this fucking corruption within the Ministry."
"Especially about the fact that the Minister was told the truth but didn't do anything 'bout it," Professor Murphy added with gleaming eyes.
"Now we all must fear evil men But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men," Professor Connor stated in a soft voice that had Harry's ears perking up. "And it sounds like these Ministry folk may very well be like that. So tell us what you know, Harry."
Harry Potter looked into the dark eyes of his professors and a shiver ran down his spine. He reflected on what he had already heard about these men – that they were probably on the run from the law and had a good supply of guns and money. Then there was the way they taught their class – that it was perfectly acceptable to use lethal spells on dark wizards. The McManus brothers clearly viewed the world with a different lens than Albus Dumbledore…what Harry couldn't figure out was if he agreed with them or not.
Regardless, he decided to answer their questions – after all, why shouldn't they know the truth?
In all, Harry spent several hours being practically grilled by the professors as they sought to learn every aspect of the corruption within the wizarding world: Cornelius Fudge caring more about his reputation than innocent lives, how former Death Eaters bought their freedom, that even now the Death Eaters were infiltrating the Ministry, how the Daily Prophetwas black and white and full of lies all over, and more. Harry even told them that since the Wizengamot had not given his godfather Sirius a trial, the man had been illegally imprisoned and then forced to hide out, which likely led to his death.
Talking about Sirius, just four months after his death, was hard. Harry's knuckles turned white from gripping the chair arms and his words spilled quickly from his lips as he sought to retain his emotions.
"And I doubt the Ministry will be able to stop Voldemort," Harry stated bitterly. "They couldn't even get it right the first time. Had it not been for the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore – and er, me and my parents I guess – then he probably would have won."
"Hmm," Professor Connor mused as he rubbed his jaw. "Sounds like the entire wizarding world is full of fucking racist and moronic individuals, Murph."
"Aye," Professor Murphy drawled. "Perhaps we should do something about that, Connor."
Harry looked back and forth between his professors. He knew at that moment in his life he was standing at a fork in the road – he could choose to remain as people probably expected of him (a student, a child) or he could join the Irish brothers onto a much darker path. Thoughts of his parents, Sirius, and Cedric dying coupled with the discrimination against Lupin and his anger at the workings of the wizarding world made his decision for him.
"I want to help," Harry stated stubbornly.
The twins gave Harry a long assessing look, glanced at each other, and then back at Harry. "Aye," they agreed in unison.
The brothers acknowledged before training began that they were still amateurs at magic – although they did have the ability to use a wand, unlike their mother. Therefore, they showed Harry a hidden wall within their office that held their true tools of the trade.
"Whoa," Harry gasped. The wall turned to reveal a secret room with dozens of guns – handguns, rifles, shotguns, and even a bazooka – as well as a large bowie knife and a large spool of rope. His forehead crinkled at the latter sight. "What's the rope for?"
"What's the rope for?" Professor Connor – or Connor, as he said Harry could call him – repeated incredulously. "Tell me, what is the rope notfor? This rope is the best fucking thing we got."
Murphy rolled his eyes. "You and your stupid fucking rope. It worked one bloody time and you're ready to put a ring on it."
Connor playfully punched his brother on the shoulder. "Shut your fucking mouth, Rambo," he smirked.
Scowling, Murphy plucked up the long jagged knife and showed it to Harry. "Tell me Harry, if you were going to take out some fucking wicked man, would you rather have a knife at your side or a bunch of fucking rope?"
"Er…" Harry didn't want to disappoint either of his professors – and new partners in crime – this early on. "I 'spose I'd like both. You could tie up Fudge with the rope and then cut his throat."
The professors gazed at him fondly. "I think we picked a fucking good partner, aye?" Murphy grinned.
"Aye, I fucking think so," Connor smiled.
***
THE DAILY PROPHET
Monday, October 5, 1996
DAILY PROPHET EDITOR MURDERED BY MUGGLES!
by Betty Braithwaite
It is this senior reporter's solemn duty to report that Daily ProphetEditor-In-Chief Barnabas Cuffe was brutally murdered in his home early this morning around four o'clock. Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt was among the first on the scene and stated that "Mr. Cuffe was murdered by three bullets to the back of his head." The investigation is on-going but it is believed that a violent muggle broke into the esteemed Mr. Cuffe's home for a robbery. Upon seeing the intruder there is no doubt that Mr. Cuffe fought valiantly but somehow the violent muggle wrenched the wand out of his hand and then murdered the noble pureblood in cold blood. Although no items are yet said to be missing from the home, it is likely the muggle ran off due to fear before he could steal any items.
Strangely there were two coins placed upon the closed eyes of the deceased; authorities are investigating muggle murder rites.
Read more reflection on Mr. Banabas Cuffe's time as editor since 1980 on page 2, further story on the investigation on pages 3-4, Mr. Banabas Cuffe's obituary on pages 6-7 and an In Memoriam on pages 8-10.
***
"Great Merlin's beard!" Ron exclaimed after Hermione finished reading the story aloud at breakfast that morning. "Who would have thought with Death Eaters about that some muggle would off a wizard?"
"My Gran's talked about him. Said he was a filthy wanker who liked his women with carpet burns and his news as vapid as his latest whore," Neville piped up. "Though I'm not really sure what she meant about carpet burns…" he trailed off in confusion
"Oh my god, Neville, that's awful," Hermione opined with a scrunched up face of disgust at the lewd characterization of the deceased.
"Neville's got a point. The Daily Prophet has only been a hindrance in this war and doesn't seem to care about lying – you knowthe fault lies at the man in the top," Harry pointed out.
"Yeah, thanks to the Daily Prophet my ma didn't believe Voldemort was back last year – and neither did I 'till I finally came to believe ya," Seamus said to Harry with a bit of a sheepish look. "Bunch of rubbish, the Prophet is."
"Well, I still think it's rather a pity," Hermione sighed. "But yes, the silver lining is that hopefully the Prophet will get better."
Harry stole a glance at the Staff Table just then and caught the eyes of the McManus brothers. They threw a sly wink in his direction and he just smiled secretly in return.
Death was like an old friend to Harry Potter. He had entered Harry's life at a young age and had always existed in his peripheral vision. Harry's parents, Cedric, Sirius…they had all not only been taken from him but taken from him within his very presence. Sometimes it felt that Harry was Death himself; if a person was smart enough to avoid him they were lucky enough to live.
Therefore, the transition from passive participant in the act of death to an active participant was not a huge stretch.
Days and nights spent in the presence of the McManus twins led Harry to discuss and explore deeper philosophical questions regarding life and death. He knows his others friends likely wouldn't understand – certainly not Hermione – but now Harry understand that the evil in the world wasn't always meant to be here. Sin was a stain upon the world, marking each of them, yet only the weakest embraced it. Their sins were the surging waters of the tide, rising without little notice until it was too late and the land was flooded with their sin.
Harry never knew much about religion (the Dursley's locked him in the cupboard when they went to church on Easter and Christmas) but he was learning a great deal from the professors. Although sin was evil and technically it was a sin to murder, it was a greater sin to allow evil to be nurtured in society by turning a blind eye. The McManus twins professed to be akin to shepherds who were charged with exterminating those who commit evil and make all of humanity suffer. Harry gotthat. He was filled with rage after Sirius' death and tired of so many allowing evil to spread – something had to be done.
And they were doing it. Barnabas Cuffe was just the beginning.
They were sitting now in the McManus' office creating a verbal list of targets. The conversation was running smoothly until Harry brought up one name.
"Harry, are you fucking mad? That person can't be on the list," Murphy scoffed.
"Yeah, Harry. We've got a code you know. Women and children are not allowed," Connor added in a sympathetic tone.
"But…but she's bloody wicked! I told you everything she did to us – and me! – last year. Wanting to use unforgiveables, torture, and she hatesanyone and anything that's not a pureblood. She's sadistic!" Harry argued.
The brothers sighed and looked at each other. "Umbridge sounds like a fucking cunt," Murphy agreed. "But she's still a woman."
Harry rolled his eyes. "That woman is evil and you know it! Come on. Shouldn't we be equal-opportunity killers? Shouldn't all evil be purged?"
Again the brothers sighed but this time they were silent for a while. After a stretch of time they looked at each and then nodded. "Fine. Let's take the bitch out," Connor stated.
Finding Delores Umbridge's home wasn't very easy; the woman was almost as paranoid as Mad-Eye Moody. However, it did amuse Harry to no end that she was as far away from a patch of green grass and the woods as possible (no doubt the Centaur attack this past summer scared her shitless). Her flat was located at the top of building in downtown London; it featured large windows and the peculiar scent of catnip.
Murphy sneezed as they hovered, invisible, outside her window on brooms. "Fuckin' A! I hate cats."
Connor chuckled. "Good thing Rocco isn't here – mate didn't have the best track record with felines, did he?"
They both laughed at that and then, abruptly, became silent and thoughtful. Each made the sign of the cross and Harry was reminded that Rocco was their friend who was murdered back in America. In honor, Harry kissed his own Celtic cross necklace and made the sign of the cross as well.
"Oh David Yaxley!" Harry heard Umbridge through the barely open window giggle in that aggravating girlish manner of hers. "You really are quite the comedian!"
A low chuckle met their ears; the three of them were careful to hide against the walls. "Really Delores, what was I expected to do? Those filthy muggles had the nerve to throw their baseball into my yard." They both laughed and Harry felt his insides grow cold.
"You know Delores," the man named Yaxley began in a smooth voice. "While they do say terrible things about him, you cannot say that the Dark Lord doesn't have it right when it comes to muggles and their filth."
There was silence at his blunt statement. Then, "Why I have been thinking about that, my dear David. After I was brutally mauled by those beasts in the Forbidden Forest, brought there by that damned Harry Potter and his mudblood friend, I have begun to think about the Dark Lord in a different light."
Harry's lip curled into a silent snarl as he gripped his gun tightly.
Yaxley made a clucking noise with his tongue. "Dreadful what happened to you, Delores. Under the Dark Lord's rule those beasts would be caged like the animals they are."
"Oh yes, I would like to see those blasted centaurs caged!" Umbridge said with keen excitement.
Yaxley chuckled softly. "By beasts I meant the mudbloods."
Umbridge let out another high-pitched giggle. "Oh David, you are too much!" Then her voice sobered up and the darkness that laid within her revealed itself. "I would like that very much."
"I know it grows late, but perhaps we may do dinner again my dear?" Yaxley requested in an easy tone.
"Oh yes! I would like that very much!"
"Goodnight, Delores."
"Goodnight, David."
There was the sound of the fireplace flaring as Yaxley left via floo and the two and a half men on broomsticks stared at each other in dark contemplation.
"I toldyou she was evil. Now she even wants to join Voldemort," Harry pointed out.
"Aye," the brothers agreed solemnly.
"We should look for this Yaxley fellow too. I wouldn't be surprised if he was another fellow within the Ministry that was on Voldemort's side," Connor commented.
"Well…we could always ask Delores to give us names," Harry said with an innocent smile.
The brothers shrugged. "We'll let you take lead on this one, Harry."
Pleased that he would finally be able to make the streets safe from Umbridge's nasty acts, Harry pried open the window and slipped in. Umbridge's penthouse was plush and full of expensive furniture. Several cats began yowling at their entrance and Umbridge raced into the room with her wand drawn.
"What is it, my pretties?" she asked with a note of worry.
Harry, who had been hiding behind the door she entered, slipped out and yanked her wrist. Her wand dropped and he crushed it underneath the heel of his foot. "Merlin's Beard! What is going on?" she screamed as the McManus twins approached her. Harry, who was holding her from behind, shoved her onto the bed. Upon seeing him a malicious expression took over her face. "You! What are you doing here you filthy orphaned half-blood?"
"My mother was a witch, thank you," Harry snapped irritably.
Umbridge let out a scathing laugh. "Please. She was a mudblood, not a real witch."
Harry couldn't help himself – he slapped her.
"How dare you?" she exclaimed.
"Oh, I dare," Harry responded with his hands curled into fists.
"Harry, Harry," Connor said in a soothing tone as he laid his hand on Harry's shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, Harry nodded. He needed to keep his cool.
"Wait…I know you! You're those filthy squib professors that Dumbledore hired!" Umbridge sneered as she looked the brothers over. "Your mother is a worthless squib and I couldn't believe Dumbledore was stupid enough to hire you."
This time it was Murphy that slapped her, while Connor looked like he was seriously contemplating it. "No one talks 'bout our ma, ya withered-up old maid."
Connor brought his rope out. "Now, we've got some fucking questions."
"And we're going to get some fucking answers," Harry added as Connor began tying the woman up.
"No!" Umbridge struggled against the rope. "Get them my pretties! Get them!" she screeched.
"What?" Murphy asked as he glanced at his partners in puzzlement.
Suddenly it was raining cats. Dozens of poofy white cats, tabbies, black cats, Siamese cats, and others were attacking the brothers and Harry like some feline version of Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. Tabbies tore their clothing and kittens kicked their privates.
"What the fucking fuck?" Connor swore as he tore off one cat.
"Fucking fuck, fuck!" Murphy shouted as he threw another cat into the wall while Umbridge cackled wildly.
One cat knocked off Harry's glasses and then gouged his nose. "Fucking cocksucking motherfuckers!" Harry swore. He raised his gun and shot off several rounds; rounds that were quiet thanks to the silencers.
"No! Don't hurt my pretties!" Umbridge shouted in horror as cat guts exploded onto her face.
"Good fuckin' idea, Harry," Murphy grunted as he began shooting the cats as well.
By the end of the massacre Umbridge was crying and most of the cats were dead – several Harry had imprisoned under a laundry basket. "Now, we want the names of all the corrupt Ministry officials Delores, or the remaining cats get it," Harry ordered as he waved the gun in her face.
Then he bent down to her level and smiled sweetly. "And remember – we mustn't tell lies."
To Be Continued…
A/N:
This segment of "20 DADA…" was already near 7,000 words and I'm not even done yet so I decided to split it into two parts (I think reading over 5,000 words on a computer screen at once – since there's no way to 'bookmark' where you left off – is tedious so I tend to cut off chapters at that point).
The second half will be up soon – I'm basically in love with this idea if you couldn't tell and just had to run with it for longer than I do with most professors ;)
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References:
*(nevermind the fact that all of his former DADA professors had tried to kill him, on purpose or accident, at some point thus far made him rather skittish) - Quirrel tried to kill him due to Voldemort's possession, Gilderoy was an idiot that almost got them killed or hurt with his attempted, Lupin tried to kill Harry when he was a werewolf, fake Mad-Eye tried to kill him, and Umbridge tortured and wanted to perform an Unspeakable on him.
*"Now we all must fear evil men But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men"—Boondock Saints quote (the priest in the opening sequence)
*Banabas Cuffe: .com/wiki/Barnabas_Cuffe
*Betty Braithwait: Daily Prophet author who is fond of Rita Skeeter .com/`wiki/Betty_Braithwaite
* two and a half men—A subtle nod to Charlie Sheen's failed show (thank goodness, it certainly wasn't funny!)
*The Birds: .org/wiki/The_Birds_(film)
