Robin: Watch for Wishes (2018) - full transcript

Robin Hood.

The king of thieves,

his eyes disguised

as king of beasts

whose lion heart beats

bravery

is tracking prize

parking his ride under
a no-parking-sign.

Never mind the fine,

Didn't I say that guy was brave?

Today's the day he makes his way
into the cave



right through the front gate.
Like "What's up, mate?"

Ain't no Maid Marian Marriage
gonna be happ'ning today.

There's business to do,
savings to save.

His palms start to sweat,
he takes a deep breath

and beneath his mask
his heart races so fast

he'd rather start an IRA
than do the task at hand.

But since bank rates are
rather bad for outcasts

and bow and arrow
outdated, from past

he flings out his blaster like
"Hands up, you bastards!"

Says "Hip hip-hooray!"
today's payday.

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally,
golly what a day.

When you're the namesake -
for Christ's sake of Batman's
sidekick

spreadin' heartache
to them snakes

that the banks make
is your yardstick



Then you're no lunatic
you're taking the straight way

and steal for the poor's sake.

It's for the sake of the needy
that you take from the greedy.

Because

what is the robbing of a
bank compared to the founding of
a bank?

No need to thank the king,

robbin' the rich
is just his thing

his wish,

His dream!

And his dreams

he will chase

'til this lion's
heartbeat fades.

But 'til then he'll be yelling:

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally,
golly what a day.

Majestic! What a slam!

He isn't rusty at all,
he still got it!

Ladies and gentlemen,
our titleholder,

John Gerber!

Let's check the score!

Wow! That's a 9.6!

Okay everybody!

Hey, great job, man!

Congrats, John!

Robin Hood, huh?

Search the building again!

No comment at the moment.

No comment!

No comment!

John, I'm Alicia!

I have a blog dedicated
to your work.

It's called "Whiterabbit".

Do you have a short
statement for your fans?

Yeah, John, do you?

I guess not. Step out of
the way please, ma'am.

Or would you like
to come with us?

John!

It's called Whiterabbit!
Google me! Google it!

Where is your son?

He wasn't at the show.

Where is he?

I made it to the semi-finals.

Congrats, John.

Where is Robin?

Is your son still alive?

I have to do the semi-finals.

I've got an ID.

Have you seen the new guy?

A child's killer they said.

How can he be playing
basketball right now?

Not sure I'd call that
playing basketball.

Mrs. Gerber, I should tell you
that we have a therapist

we can refer you to -

You're not getting rid of me
til you've found my son.

Fair enough.

So, there was a bank
robbery last week.

Apparently, the perpetrators
wore lion masks -

like in John's poem.

Are you telling me my son robbed
a bank, Officer Rosenbaum?

It's better than that:

The bank is in Cape
Town, South Africa.

They're still looking for
the "heroes" who did it.

I need to speak to John!
We're wasting time here.

Calling Officer Rosenbaum's
methods a waste of time

is a little harsh,
don't you think?

Officer Fischer.

Mrs. Gerber.

You were right.

I don't know how you missed
this in the first place

but he booked two flights
out of Czech Republic.

Prague Airport.

They just confirmed the ID.

- What?
- When?

A week ago.

They were already flying
when you reported Robin missing.

To South Africa?

I just informed the
South African Police.

Provide them with the intel we
have to support their search.

Especially on how he could
show up on the stage

out of nowhere.

Any reason you could think of,
why your husband

would take your son
to South Africa?

I need to talk to him.

Rob!

Rob! We gotta go!

Next basket wins, yeah?

What are you writing?

Something about basketball.

You and your basketball.

Well

it is my list, dad.

Dinner's ready, dad.

What rhymes with "legend"?

What are you writing?

Something for mom.

She already has a thousand poems
from you, dad.

Mom likes my poems.

That's how I -

you "won her over back then",
I know.

You okay?

Yeah, I just choked.

Take your time, big guy.

So, do you think
mom is gonna come?

I don't know. Maybe.

I guess,

I kind of miss her a little bit.

I miss mom too.

That's why I'm writing.

When I miss someone

I write.

When I'm sad I write.

It helps.

Then maybe I'll write her

my own poem.

Can I tell her where we are?

Tell her, but ehm...

in a secret code.

Make sure only she
can understand the code.

Oh, what did you write
about basketball?

Wow, hey!

You write yours and
I write mine, okay?

Dreamland.

"Dreamland" sort of
rhymes with "legend".

Dreamland... That's good.

The legends they wander

on beaches of fine sand,

along their lone dreamland...

for wonders to see where
there's no one to see them.

Their faith and their fate

they search for their freedom.

Legends never fade.

The art of hoping
isn't hard to master

hands ban days past

letter for letter
gonna live forever.

Not stopping ever.

Everything's better
than waiting.

Forever.

John! Stop!

The heart is still strong, if

claws are in form, then.

John!

Dreams are not torn

venom in veins...

Where is Robin?

When you find the way...

Where is our son?

I hope

he's not

in vain.

Is he alive?

I have to do the semi-finals.

Where's our son, John?

John!

You better tell me right now

what the hell you've done
with my son.

Please follow me and
please sit down, okay?

You better hope
they gonna keep you

in here forever!

The arrest of
poetry slam champion.

John Gerber, who is the only

suspect in the
kidnapping of his son,

twelve-year-old Robin Gerber.

Robin has been missing
for one week...

Good evening, Mrs. Gerber.

Always in training, huh?

Tell me there's news?!

Well, eh...

do you have any plans
tomorrow night?

Why?

I'm going to see John
at the semi-finals.

I'll get us two backstage
passes if you like.

You should be trying
to find my son,

not satisfying John's demands!

You have to grill
him night and day!

May I?

Excuse me?

Impressive.

You should see my dunk.

The thing is,

I'm not as good at
this as you are,

the pro.

But I don't give you advice

in your area of expertise.

I'd appreciate you extending me

the same courtesy.

I could "grill"
John night and day

but he's not gonna
tell me anything.

Legends in dreamland

that tells me something.

He's telling us a
story, Mrs. Gerber.

In code.

So let's go there right now.

To South Africa?

This is just part of the story.

The next part could take us

somewhere else completely.

So we're supposed to just
stand here and wait?

We're supposed to listen.

He's going to lead us
to Robin, Mrs. Gerber.

I promise.

His poems have always
been his world.

Who rides there so late through
the night dark and drear?

The father it is,
with his infant so dear;

He holdeth the child tightly
clasp'd in his arms,

he holdeth him tight,
he keepeth him warm.

You don't look like
a child killer.

You're too weak.

Mr. Poetry Champion!

Who rides there so late

through the night
dark and drear?

The father it is
with his infant so dear.

He holdeth the child tightly
clasp'd in his arms...

What?

You think, because I'm Polish

I don't know Erlking? Or Goethe?

You throw crap, you know.

Come on.

Come on.

See? Crap.

Not everyone's a natural born
basketball player.

You sound like a pussy.

Aaaaaaah! Slow down!

Dad, stop!

Drive in the middle of the road!

Come on, let me drive!

Look at the road when
you're driving, man!

Eyes front!

Eyes closed!

Noo! Look ahead!

Slow down!

Rob? Rob! Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. Sorry.

No, it's alright...
everything's fine.

Driving a car - check!

Barfing on the
ground afterwards -

check!

Can we go again?

Nonono. Let's take
a break, okay?

I'm still on the verge of
having a heart attack.

Weak.

Here.

Good thing mom didn't see that.

She would have freaked out.

Is that your poem for mom?

Woah, stop it!
I'm not finished yet!

Looks good.

Maybe you can perform it
in front of an audience one day!

Wait, wait, really?

Are you serious?

Yeah!

I'll take you on to
the finals some day!

That would be so cool!

Wait. You're writing that down?

Seriously?

Yeah!

For when we get back.

Mom wants me to be optimistic.

Alright.

What do you say we get
back to adventuring?

Only if I can drive!

Three billion beats.

The cadence of your heart.

Constant,

rhythmic,

irreversible.

The countdown of a lifetime.

Countless beats
decrease this period

this one-time experience

piece by piece by piece.

Period.

Three billion beats.

The cadence of your heart.

A metronome setting
a start and end

but until then,

the tone, the tune,

is yours to choose

you alone compose the flow

you conduct the highs and lows.

The biographic symphony

Tick

tock

your heartbeat clock

our days are numbered

be unencumbered

do not go gentle into
that good night.

Time's hunting you
like cats mice do

so make your walk of life a run!

Shake your fate, pave it with
the things you've done...

So listen to your heart

beating

start treating those
fleeting days

as chapters in a book

each one repeating a dream
from the list you're completing.

Smell the salt in the air

Make sure you take care

to hear

the cadence...

Inhale the fragrance of
what it's like to be

King among kings.

You have no fear.

Your heart may skip,
your heart may burst

it may even stand still

but 'til then remember first

it started with a roadtrip
to Madiba's Abode.

You're growing, you're big
enough to slay a giant

you're flying

you ain't crying

how susceptible you are
to doubt and dread

scepter in hands,
you're the king of king's head

Do not go gentle

it is time to fight.

The list may be long
the hours tight

so get to it

pursue it

I know you can do it.

Tick

tock

your hearbeat clock.

Time is playing cat-and-mouse
all the same

you're a lion in
this game, untamed

predator, not prey

Not afraid of pain nor of dying.

Not tired of life
nor of the fight your fighting.

You

rage

against the dying of the light.

When the heartbeat
clock strikes.

Three billion beats

minus X.

The champ.

John Gerber!

Congratulations, John!

Looks like you'll be
competing at the finals!

But now, we all wanna
know one thing...

are you gonna be bringing
your groupies again?

Okay, okay, I'm teasing...

Alright, poetry lovers,

we shall meet at the
championship finals!

Can I go to the bathroom?

Sure, just make it fast.

I'm on the first plane
to Cape Town tomorrow.

Because of a poem?

Because of all the clues he just
left all over the stage!

And since when have you become
a poetry professor?

This whole show
is just bullshit.

Tomorrow you get Gerber to talk

and then find that boy.

Low profile.

Mrs. Gerber,

can I ask you some questions?

No, thanks.

It's for my blog, "Whiterabbit".

I said no.

Are John's texts based
on actual events?

Please stop.

Are these slams true?

It's enough!

Well, what do you feel
when you listen to him?

Do you think that-hey!

Sounds like John's describing
a journey a boy might like?

It's not a journey,
it's a goddamn kidnapping!

Maybe we should take him
to the zoo again.

He didn't draw bars...

in the zoo, there are bars.

He didn't draw bars.

That's what you call
artistic freedom.

No, it's what you call freedom.

Maybe we should take him
to the slam next week?

Or to a match?

We have to get him out of there.

That's what I'm saying.

We have to get him
out of the clinic.

John!

If anyone can cure his cancer,
it's these people.

And these people just told us
that no one can cure his cancer!

You're giving up on him!

It's terminal.

The doctor said so today.

Any day could be his last day.

This day could be in a month.

Or a year, John.

But he needs the next chemo -

For years we've been putting
our faith in the "next chemo"

and the next chemo!

These pills make him suffer!

We are not going to
play with his life!

That's exactly it!

It's his life. And his time!

And it's our
responsibility, John!

He needs the meds.

He doesn't want the meds!

He doesn't even want the
heart monitor, he...

an ending in this clinic is not
what he wants.

Stop talking about endings!

Can you live with the idea
of our son never leaving that
room again?

No.

I could not live with that.

But I know he can
get through this!

And you should too.

Hey, dad.

Hi, Rob.

I was just having a great dream.

I could fly!

Wow.

Sounds like a great dream.

Yeah.

Until someone had the great idea
to wake me up.

No!

Where is this guy?

How are you feeling?

Well... if I didn't know any
better... I'd say great.

At least it's friday.

They have chocolate chips in
the pudding on friday.

Highlight of my week...

every week.

Someone is feeling a
little grumpy today?

Let's play a game.

"Rhyme-time"?

I ll go first: Friday.

X-ray...

boring.

Drawing. Artist.

Wish list.

Sodium hydrogen carbonate.

Okay, you win.

Wanna see something?

Yeah.

What's this?

I wanna see real lions, dad.

When I get out of here.

I wanna do everything
that's on this list!

Oh, wait!

Flying! That sounds cool.

Wait. Where's mom?

Is she coming?

Nah, this is gonna be a
father-son adventure.

Alright, so we've
got: Robin Hood.

Oo-de-lally!
And you are Little John!

Alright.

Driving a car?

You wanna drive a car?

Okay.

So we've got driving,

Robin Hood,

seeing real lions,

flying...

what was the other thing?

Oh, ehm, nothing...

Come on, you can tell me.

No it's... it's stupid...

Dude! Try me.

What was it?

Okay. Ehm.

I heard you and mom talking...

And...?

She said you've lost hope.

I'm going to find it for you.

Let's go find hope.

Officer Rosenbaum
wants to see you.

Hey!

I'd like to visit John Gerber.

And I would like to
visit Donald Trump.

Give him a piece of my mind.

What?

But I'd have to observe
the visiting hours.

And ours are in...

already seven hours!

Please, have a seat.

It started with a roadtrip
to Madiba's Abode.

You're growing, you're big
enough to slay a giant

you're flying, you ain't crying

how susceptible you are
to doubt and dread

scepter in hands

you're the king of king's head.

"King" is lion, right?

So "King's Head" is
Lion's Head, right?

In Cape Town.

Is he still there?

Tick, tock, John!

Time is running!

Is your son still alive?

Is his heart still beating?

You need to tell us
where he is, John!

What is the matter with you?!

You need an audience
in order to talk?

I can bring some people in.

Is the spotlight not
bright enough for you?

I have an interview
appointment with John Gerber.

I cleared it with
Officer Rosenbaum.

Okay.

Then I'll send Mr. Gerber
right into the make-up room.

New plan:

You have an interview
with me. Now.

And lose my spot in line?
No way!

Come on!

Bye, Steve!

Bye, Steve!

Thanks for all the help!

Hurry up. I gotta
get to the airport.

Jump in.

You think I'm that easy, huh?

Well, I had a look at
your "Whiterabbit" blog.

And you've got quite the archive
of his work, haven't you?

All his new stuff, yeah.

The old performances are
only partly online.

You're flying to South Africa?

I need all of your videos.

What do I get in return?

How about I don't arrest you
for your obstructing my
investigation?

Your bark ist bigger
than your bite.

My daughter had a rabbit,
that was eaten by a dog.

So tell me, are you planning on

streaming the finals
live on your blog?

A new fan?

How sweet.

We're searching for his kid.

Wow.

Looking for evidence in poems.

That must hurt.

They're about Robin.

Yeah.

All of John's poems
are about Robin!

Guess it helped him cope with
the disease and all that.

Send me the videos.

Are you bribing me, Officer?

Don't flatter yourself.

It's for your ride home.

You're kidding.

Just send me the videos.

Please.

As soon as you can.

Thank you.

Officer Malango?

Please call me Ayanda.

Ayanda. Officer Rosenbaum.

A pleasure to finally
meet you in person.

Yes, you too.

I see you brought a lady?

I guess we're heading
in the same direction.

What are you doing here?!

I'm finding my son.

And you are not
going to stop me.

I wouldn't dare.

So what have you found
in his poem, Ayanda?

Welcome to Dreamland.

Hey! I think I got something.

Rob's chemo meds!

Hey! The landlord
remembers a red pick up,

just like the getaway car
from the bank robbery.

When?

Over a week ago, Mrs. Gerber.

Ayanda, I have something here
that I'd like you to listen to.

It's a recording of
John from last night.

Okay.

Hang on one second.

Yo. White man can rap, eh!

Rewind, rewind.

"It started with a roadtrip
from Madiba's Abode" -

Madiba's Abode!

That's a home for sick children.

Where is that?

Khayelitsha Township.

Hello guys!

Hello! Hello!

Thank you, Jabula.

Robin drew this the day
before he went missing.

Are you sure?

Excuse me.

Are you sure you don't remember

the boy who drew this picture?

He would've been
with his father.

I don't remember.

We have many foreign volunteers

coming to the centre to help.

Would you mind showing me
the backrooms, please?

She's asking if you
want to play with her.

Play with her.

Children might know.

Did you know my son Robin?

No!

He was here last week.

Have you seen him?

Hey Robin, Robin!

Who rides there so late through
the night dark and drear?

The father it is,
with his infant so dear;

He holdeth the boy
tightly clasp'd in his arms,

he holdeth him safely,
he keepeth him - hey!

Ahh, you're getting better!

Pussy has some balls now?

Hey, some break.

You want to beat your
mom at baketball?

Must be an old lady, huh?

Put that down.

That's why you train like crazy?

That is mine.

Oh some more pussy poetry...

Is it the list from
your son, John?

Who rides there so late through
the night dark and drear?

The pussy it is, with his -

Oopsala.

Not my fault.

It's cool man! Fine!
Fine, fine, fine!

Stop it!

Gerber! Iwanow! Enough!

Pussy started! Pussy!

Shut up! Shut up!

Everyone knows, how the Goethe
poem ends, John! Everyone knows!

Are you listening, John?

The father now gallops,
with terror half wild,

he grasps in his arms the poor
shuddering child;

He reaches his courtyard
with toil and with dread,

the child in his arms
finds he motionless,

dead.

Top floor. Panorama terrace.

Wait, we're already at the top?

What do you mean "already"?

Wow.

Robin.

No.

I hate it.

Hey, come on!

Come on, you know
what mom would say.

Is this your poem for mom?

Is it okay if I read it?

"The king of the clouds."

"This king is scared of gravity.
He has four legs, and claws,
twenty..."

Robin! Robin! Rob! Stop, stop!

Wait!

Come on.

Don't be afraid.

Wooooh! Yeaaah!

I shouldn't have
brought you here.

No... I brought you here, dad.

We have to go home, Rob.

What?!

What - no! No no no no no!

There are four more
things on that list!

You promised that
we do everything!

Beating mom in basketball

is going to be very
difficult from down here.

There's no poetry
slam that I know of

that I can just get you into...

And we already flew down here,

so you can scratch that
off your list, okay?

No! No, I don't mean that kind
of flying and you know that!

I mean like all by myself.

Like in my dream!

We'll complete the list
when we're home, okay?

When you're better.

I know

that you don't believe
that yourself.

I heard you talking to mom.

But I don't want to
die in the hospital.

You are too sick, Rob.

I know!

I want to keep adventuring.

But how can I have a
father-son-adventure
without my dad?

Okay.

Let's fly.

I understand. Yes.

I hear you are a
basketball champion?

And quite a show-off!

Crap.

Fischer's just ordered
me to come back.

Immediately.

What?

John just attacked
another inmate.

They've tightened
his conditions.

No more lenience; No more final.

But we need his last poem!

Why can't you just refuse?

I have to obey the rules.

Screw the rules!

It's about finding my son!

Orders are orders,
unfortunately.

Do whatever you want

but I will stay here.

Why am I not surprised?

I would appreciate
your help, Miriam.

You know your husband

better than anyone else.

But we need John's last text.

I'll talk to Fischer

and I will make sure that John

is on that stage!

Mr. Gerber is now isolated from

other inmates.

We're gonna keep you updated

about further developments.

Any questions?

What about the final?

Have you heard from
Officer Rosenbaum?

Is it true that Miriam Gerber

traveled to Africa to
search for their son?

I don't have any information
on that matter.

Do you think she has
a better chance

of finding Robin?

Because she understands
John's texts?

Guesswork.

What are the chances the
boy is still alive?

Come on, guys.

Don't you think John Gerber
was only trying to help his son?

That's the way he
puts it in his poems.

Officer Rosenbaum! Any
news from South Africa?

Ehm... we're close.

We're just missing
on final piece.

To answer your very
first question.

Mr. Gerber will not be permitted
to perform at tonight's final.

This press conference is over.

Thanks.

Officer Fischer.

Gerber has to perform tonight!

I told you on the phone:

Not gonna happen!

I'm not gonna be
his groupie again!

It's our last chance!

The press is going crazy
about this case!

And I won't lose my face
for another Gerber show.

Your face, you're gonna
loose your balls!

Do you like your job, Rosenbaum?

With all due respect, Sir.

This poem completes the puzzle.

Trust me!

No.

This completes the puzzle.

What's this?

It's John's.

He lost it in the fight.

Forget your poems, Rosenbaum.

Fly... climb...

Do your work and find that boy.

Rosenbaum?

It's a To Do-list, Ayanda!

Search lion parks and zoos.

Check last week's bookings

at every skydiving
company in the region...

Yes, also paragliding!

Anywhere you can fly.

Call me when you have something!

Welcome, poetry lovers!

At tonight's final!

As will many have heard
instead of John Gerber

please welcome our
local talent Dennis,

competing at the final.

Rob?

You need to take your pill.

Okay buddy, let's make a deal.

You take your pill...

and I'll let you shave my head.

Seriously.

Okay. Let's go for it.

Rough day, huh?

I'm ehh...

I'm not here to ask
you where Robin is.

All I'm asking is.

How can I hold this in my hand

if he's still alive?

I need to perform.

Yeah, I know you do.

It's written on the list and
hasn't been checked off yet.

Please.

I can't do anything
about that now!

I'm under strict orders.

You screwed that up
all on your own.

Where's the other half?

Excuse me.

Ayanda?

We found his booking.

Cape of Good Hope Skydiving.

Yes, last week!

So this is the part you're gonna
connect to your father.

Now... eh... when you're up
there try not to wiggle.

Oh and remember
to pull your head

backwards before you jump.

All you alright, boy?

Oh... eh... yeah.

Yeah. Just a little nervous.

When last were you at the DZ?

Huh?

The drop zone?

When was your last jump, bro?

Oh! The "drop zone"...

Three weeks ago.

Bro.

How're you guys feeling?

Like crap, thanks for asking.

We're great.

This is a lot of money
for one jump, bro.

Just take it.

You want a video of the jump?

No. No video.

Find what?

What have you found?

And eh.. basketball?

With your wife?

I may be wrong but

I don't think she's
gonna like that.

Miriam needs to
understand that...

What Miriam needs is for you to
tell us where Robin is.

John, you..

You took away her only son!

Because you wanted to take him

on some nice little adventure

while she was fighting
for his life!

And she's still fighting!

At least she deserves
to know the truth.

Clouds...

fear of gravity.

Sounds like your boy was
obsessed with flying.

What happened at
the skydive, John?

You tell me in
rhymes if you want.

Hello?

Police!

Hey. What's up, guys?

How can I help?

Hey! We're looking
for my son Robin.

He was here last week,

with his father.

John Gerber?

Yeah... ehhh.

You know where he is?

No. I'm sorry.

Thanks, officer.

I'll take it from here.

What's your name?

My colleague is talking with
the pilot right now!

And I don't think he's
gonna cover for you.

So if you confess,

I might be able to knock
some time off your sentence.

Take me to the slam.

Life is not a wish list, John!

I can't get you there.

Last chance!

You guys ready to fly?

Thirty seconds!

Ten.

Ready to fly?

Wait!

The pilot says they both jumped

but never brought back
their parachutes!

And he says, he doesn't even
know where they landed.

Rosenbaum?

Pilot doesn't even know
where they landed.

Showtime.

Open the cell door again.

Sir?

I said open the cell door again.

Okay folks!

Now let's hear it for
our local talent.

Dennis!

Come on!

Miriam needs to hear this.

You give me the
rest of the story.

I promise she will.

Ready to fly?

Wait! Wait!

What?

I have an idea for mom's poem!

What a surprise everybody!

John Gerber!

Did you break out, bad boy? Huh?

Ehm, so... tell us.

Did you have time
to prepare at all

or.

Were you too busy knotting
bedsheets together?

I hope you're listening.

What?

It's an African saying.

Turn your face towards the sun
and your shadows will fall
behind you.

This one's from Robin.

"For mom."

The king of clouds.

This king

is scared of gravity.

He has four legs.

And claws?

Twenty.

And with his wings,
he has a pair,

the lion flies high
up in the air.

And the journey makes him worry.

But he has goals and no regrets.

He knows

this keeps him
safe from threats.

He looks not down,

not back

but ahead.

The fear of gravity

has left and fled.

So... uhm.

Now I'd like to
read one of my own.

Police! Police!

Stay seated please!

Everybody be calm.

Stay in your seats please!

Everything's fine.

Get him off that stage!

I said trust me!

You're done.

A chase study:

Newton says

a stone falls down
with the same speed, every time.

Einstein says if you fall with
enough speed, time slows down.

So if you fall fast
enough, do you float?

Do you fly?

If you fall like that
and alike that fall

every moment spands a
lifetime never ending.

Neverland. The
kingdom of clouds.

Your lion heart's racing

your lion's blood pacing

vains laced with adrenalin

gone as the pain within

and you hear the cadence

click

clack

You're weightless, wingless,

fearless, tearless.

Each day a dream,

each beat a win.

To fight the venom,

adrenaline's your medicine.

Beneath you

land and sea

seconds of eternity.

Free from freefall

not falling,

flying.

Robin!

You soar over a coast of hope.

Over beach sands

and dreamlands

in your hands

a list

full of colossal demands.

But that's not ballast.

Doesn't pull you down.

Because you're a legend.

The king

of the clouds.

Maybe I was wrong

trying to free you.

Maybe I'm not strong

maybe no hero.

It's a thin line of course.

There's no guarantee.

But day after day my
actions are judged

by the toughest of courts

me.

The gavel it falls

day after day

and you fall

and you fly

time after time.

Tick after tock

my heart beats on.

Not the only one

who'll always love you,

son.

We're calling of the search.

We've done the whole coast area.

He's long gone by now.

I'm sorry.

Is this the phantom sketch?

Yes.

From the pilot?

Yes, Sir.

Color of hair?

Blonde.

Robin didn't have any hair
because of the chemo.

The pills.

Now we can't find his body.

Why?

Why is the pilot lying to us?

How come the nurse

doesn't remember a
bald-headed boy?

How come John's been
leading us to all those places?

Everywhere except to Robin!

How can I have this
list in my hand

which should be out there

at the bottom of the
ocean with Robin.

According to John's last text.

It's a story.

It's all a story!

Can you live with the idea

of our son

never leaving that room again?

No.

I could not live with that.

Robin?

The legend of the
king of the clouds!

So are you saying he's not here?

Oh he's here in a way.

"Find hope."

That's what it says.

Why would he do that?

Make all of this up?

His wife told me

that poems were John's world.

But they're her world, too.

Does that mean

he made this whole legend up

for the sake of Miriam?

For her.

For himself.

For Robin.

Hope

is a keeper.

It keeps us alive.

Hope is the name for
trust in a life.

Where a spark becomes a flame,

becomes a fire.

Where the course, the tune

the path you choose,

will never ever not come true.

Treat the days of your life

like lions their prize.

If you fall

don't just rise up

but fly.

Beyond hope.

Beyond the coast.

Beyond the dreams.

Your list

is a commitment

to this life.

And as long as there's
an open box

not me

nor you

nor she are gonna stop.

'Cause nothing

nothing on this great
earth is stronger

than true love.

And so we play on

one beat at a time.

No dream in vain

no wrong

no right.

This is your game.

Your legend.

Your life.