Autumn Wanderer (2013) Movie Script

-Hi! Sorry you missed US!

-Charlie's out

selling his pocket watch.

-And Megan's

getting her hair cut.

She's gonna spoil everything.

-Leave US a message,

or we won't call you back.

Bye!

-Good morning.

I'm trying to reach

Mr. Charles pipp.

This is Marvin Crawford.

I'm a personal banker

with echo park credit union.

The reason

for my call this morning

is that our records indicate

you've been delinquent

on payments

for the past two months.

Furthermore,

we believe that due to your

recent change of address,

our correspondence may not

be reaching your purview.

It's important

that you return our call

so that we can resolve

this matter

before further action

is necessary.

I appreciate your cooperation

and look forward

to your timely response.

Please call US back

at your earliest convenience.

Our number is 213-555-4120.

Have a nice day

and a fantastic weekend.

-You get thought, thought,

thought, thought, think a,

thought, thought, thought,

thought, thought, think a,

and if this happens regularly

enough and long enough,

you get the illusion

of there being someone

who thinks apart from

the stream of thoughts

which come and go...

The stream of experiences.

And we use such absurd phrases

not only as thinking

our thoughts

but feeling our feelings,

seeing sights,

and hearing sounds.

But you must understand

it is perfectly obvious

that seeing a sight is seeing.

Hearing a sound is hearing.

Feeling a feeling is feeling.

So, in the same way,

thinking a thought is thinking.

But you get split-minded,

you see,

and so you, get I and me

and the I who ought to or must

control me, as...

Sensation of some real entity

that stands aside from thoughts

and, chooses among them,

controls them, regulates them,

and so on.

Actually, this is a way to have

one thought not controlled.

The more there is this duality

of the separate thinker

standing aside

from the thoughts,

the separate feeler watching

or feeling the feelings,

the more the stream of feelings

is coaxed into

self-protective activity...

Into getting more and more

like a stuck record.

The purposes of which are

to protect and to aggrandize...

Dislodge the thinker

from the supposed thinker.

-Hey.

Char?

-What?

Nothing.

-And I'm just like,

"no, I don't want to drink,"

and they're like,

"yeah, you have to,"

and they take it like an insult.

- Only scotch, right?

-Scotch with everything

they drink.

They drink everything with beer.

They drink everything.

And they'll put, like, two

drinks in front of you,

not just one,

and I have a hard time...

- Excuse me.

- Hiya. How are you?

-Hey, do you have

the Jonathan franzen's book?

- "Freedom"?

No, that's not it.

- "The twenty-seventh city?"

That one?

- Yes, that one.

- Yeah, it's in fiction.

I can show you where it is.

- Thank you.

-You have one new message.

Good morning.

I'm trying to reach

Mr. Charles pipp.

-No new messages.

-Hi!

Sorry you missed US!

-Charlie's out

selling his pocket watch.

-And Megan's

getting her hair cut.

She's gonna spoil everything.

-Leave US a message,

or we won't call you back.

-Bye!

-There you two are.

How come I have to find out

from your brother

that you changed

your phone number?

Anyway, I'm not calling

about that.

I'm just calling to,

touch base with you

because I would love

to take you out to lunch

with your brother, Ricky.

You know that I love my lunches

with my special sons.

So if you can pull yourself

away from the bookstore,

um, just pick a day.

I will make it work

with the gallery.

All right?

Call me, Charlie.

Hi, Meg.

Non.

Pourquoi?

-Parce que...

-You ready to go?

Let's get your jacket on.

- Hi, Sara.

- Hi, Charlie.

-How are you?

- Great. You want to come in?

- Yeah, yeah.

-We just finished dinner.

Do you want a plate?

- Yeah, actually.

That sounds really good.

You know what?

Don't get too excited, because

it's just chicken potpie,

and it's probably cold.

So, excuse me.

-This looks amazing.

-Um, you know what?

I think that I'm just gonna,

like, go to bed...

Or something or, like,

take a shower,

so you guys have a good night.

What'd you do?

-It's...

Somebody's in the doghouse.

-Shut up.

-Everything okay, man?

What's going on?

- Nothing...

Just getting off work.

Long day.

-Yeah.

-How's that going?

-It's good.

We've been busy, so, you know,

considering the alternative.

-Yeah, but...

how's it going?

-It's fine, man.

We're both adults, you know?

I can handle it.

Jesus, thank you.

Cheers.

-Good stuff?

God, this is too good.

-It's dad's recipe.

-Does she call at all?

Megan?

-Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, she calls.

-She say anything?

- You know, I-I don't...

I don't know.

I don't get into it.

-That's good.

Good for her.

It's nice.

-Hey, are you okay?

-Yeah.

-You looked like

you were having a heart attack.

-It's no big deal.

-I-It looked kind of

like a big deal.

I thought for a minute

that you passed out there.

-I didn't pass out.

It was nothing.

-Okay, it definitely

didn't look like nothing.

Are you sure you're all right?

-Yeah.

What are you reading?

"The heart

is an Autumn wanderer."

-What?

-It's the screenplay

zooey's reading,

that book is... really

the only thing I remember.

Yeah, I haven't really

gotten that far yet.

You know, with salinger,

I just...

Can't really get into

whining teenagers anymore.

What about "catcher in the rye"?

-Yeah, that's actually why

I gave this book a chance.

"Catcher" was supposed

to be so good.

-Supposed to be?

-It didn't work for me.

Please don't tell me

you're offended.

-Me? No, I'm fine.

Every high-school teacher

in the country maybe,

but you're okay with me.

What?

-The most celebrated

American novel

whittled down

to whining teenagers.

Glowing review.

-Yeah, well, I'm not exactly

the popular kid in school.

You missed your train.

Truth or dare?

-Um, truth.

-Name one thing

that you love about yourself

and one thing that you hate...

Physically.

I hate my arms.

Why?

-I don't know. I do.

They're just tiny,

and it's upsetting.

- Let me see 'em.

- No, no.

- Let me see 'em.

- No.

Maybe some other time

if you're lucky.

-And the thing that you love?

-My earlobes.

-Don't laugh.

They're connectors.

They're cute.

-They're okay.

What is that?

-Nothing. It was an accident.

Truth or dare?

-Truth.

-Why did you stop earlier?

Why didn't you

just keep walking?

-I don't know.

I like your face.

And it looked like

you needed help.

Truth or dare?

-Truth.

How'd you get that scar?

It was an accident.

My dad hit me.

Ruptured my eardrum.

I never told that

to anybody before.

-Sometimes it's easier

to talk to strangers.

-Yeah. Maybe.

Truth or dare?

-Dare.

- A dare.

What are you gonna have me do...

Run down the street naked or something?

- Maybe. I don't know.

I was just gonna see about

maybe asking you

to go another date with me.

- Is that what this is...

A date?

-I don't know.

-Truth or dare?

-Dare.

-Close your eyes.

-What are you doing?

I'm ready to be an uncle.

Uncle Charlie.

-Yeah, I'm... I'm ready

for a lot of things, too.

I used to be ready

to be an astronaut.

Now I just... I want to work

from home and sleep till noon.

Maybe play center field

for the Dodgers.

Only at home games.

Think you can work that

into your contract?

- "Does not travel with team."

Yeah. I got pull.

I know people.

I'll call my lawyer.

Jacoby, Jacoby & meyers.

- That's good.

- Line that right up.

-Went and saw dad the other day.

Yeah?

How was that?

-Good. It was good.

-Meds still working?

-Yeah.

-You ever wonder

how we managed to dodge that?

-Who said we did?

You ever think about it?

-Do you?

-No.

-Sara kicked me out.

-I'm not kidding.

-Shut the fuck up.

-She wants me to stay in a hotel

for a couple days

so I can see how nice I have it.

Fuck, man.

I'm sorry.

Holy shit.

I didn't know it was that bad.

Yeah, me neither.

My god.

-The woman's nuts.

-You're not staying in any

fucking hotel. That's for sure.

-That's not why I brought it up

so I could get this boo-hoo.

I don't... I'm a big boy.

- Shut up. Shut up, all right?

I got a fold-out couch.

You can sleep on that.

We need two more.

Got to take a piss.

Hey...

Thanks.

What are we doing?

-We're walking.

-Fair enough.

-Hey, it beats

going to the movies.

How the hell are you supposed

to get to know someone

sitting in a movie theater?

- You like the movies?

- Yeah.

What kind of movies do you like?

-Weird ones.

-These trees are really pretty.

-They're really dead.

But I like the way

that they hang.

They look like...

Kind of like a sad painting

or something.

-The beauty in death

and all that bullshit.

-I don't think it's bullshit.

I think death can be

a really beautiful thing.

Did you go out for a drink

without me last night?

-Yeah.

Brother's having some

relationship issues.

-Rick?

-You hear that?

Where's it coming from?

-Shh, just shut up and listen.

-Where is he?

-He's there.

He just plays.

He's there

even though we can't see him.

-This is why you wanted

to bring me here.

-Just sharing my world with you.

-I like your world.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

-Thank you.

-How is it that you are single?

-What makes you think

I'm single?

Aside from today?

How about the fact that you

ruined the ending to your books

so you could give me

your phone number?

You give the female population

way too much credit.

-Okay, so you're not single?

-I'm just saying,

you shouldn't jump to

conclusions over a phone number.

I mean, this is L.A.

-I'm a handful.

-Is that supposed

to be a warning?

-I have a hard time finding

people who can deal with me.

That's why I'm single.

-She left me.

That's why I'm single.

Women don't leave men.

You pushed her away.

You'll probably push me away,

too.

I mean...

That's how relationships go,

you know?

You get what you need,

and you move on.

You really believe that?

-It's not about believing.

It's just how it is.

Sooner or later,

you break up or you die.

Wow.

-Don't be whiny.

And that's what

relationships do. They end.

How many relationships

have you been in,

and how many of them

have lasted?

I don't care what the answer

to the first question is.

The answer to the second

is always zero.

Unless you're currently

in a relationship,

then it's really

only a matter of time.

-If you feel that way, well...

I mean, why are you

even talking to me?

What's the point?

Why not just...

Fucking be alone

and avoid all the pain?

-You're right.

Stop the car.

-What?

-This is me.

-Here?

-Yep.

-So, this is it?

-What else is there, Charlie?

-I don't know.

You make me feel

kind of depressed.

-Fuck you.

I can't make you feel anything.

I don't want you to come inside.

-Okay.

I had a good time with you.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I had a good time

with you, too.

It was fun.

-Okay.

-You have three new messages.

First new message.

Good morning. I'm...

-Message deleted. Next message.

-Hey, dude.

Just a reminder... book club.

Also, can you bring me

a bottle of wine

so I can get through this?

Bring two.

I'm broke.

I e-mailed everyone already,

but you're so stupid,

you probably won't get this

till you're at work on Monday.

I love you.

Boy, I'm really

nervous as shit.

That neighbor boy is supposed

to be coming tonight,

and I don't want to be an idiot.

I'll see you tonight, um,

and if you don't come,

I'll kill myself, seriously.

I don't like anyone else

in this group.

-Next message.

-Hey, it's me.

I guess you're out.

Bob Ross is on.

He's painting

another mountain again.

Go figure.

Anyway, I-I was hoping

we could talk.

And we should talk.

I mean, we should be able

to talk to each other

maybe sometime over the weekend

if you don't already have plans.

Um, um...

Anyway, um...

Bye.

-There are no more messages.

- Hello?

- Hey.

-Char, is that you?

-Yeah.

I just got your message.

Sorry, that was stupid.

-No, it was cute.

-I was just watching TV.

-Yeah, I miss Bob Ross, too.

Feel like I'm not getting

my nature quota.

-Yeah, I know.

What are you up to?

-Nothin'.

Is everything okay?

-Yeah.

-Okay. So...

-So...

-When do you think

we could talk?

-I don't know.

I haven't though much about it.

Haven't wanted to.

-Okay.

-I don't know what you want

me to say, Meg.

-I want you to say how you feel.

-Is this the part

where I'm supposed to...

Beg you to come back and tell

you I love you and I miss you?

No.

-Shoot me down, have the power

and the upper hand?

Is that what's supposed

to happen?

-Stop, okay?

Look, I don't want to fight.

-Doesn't work, Meg.

You said it.

-I guess.

I don't know.

I'm gonna go.

- Yeah.

I got to go, too.

- Hey.

- Hey, what's up?

-What are you doing here?

I thought you were at work.

-Nope.

-You eat?

No.

-Want to grab a bite?

I can't.

Um, I got a... Thing...

Work thing.

-What does that mean?

It's a book thing.

-What's a work thing/book thing?

- Book club.

Do you also need

a warm washcloth

to wipe the sand

out of your pussy?

-That's cute.

Thank you.

It's nice having you around.

What'd you do today?

Nothin'.

-You must've done something.

I see you got your clothes on.

Um...

Well, I-I went out with,

Nia.

-Who the fuck's Nia?

-This girl.

Y-you're dating again?

Just, I-I met a girl.

-When the fuck

do I get to meet this Nia?

Not the kind you want to

introduce to the family?

All right.

-Hey, call Sara yet?

You should call her.

-Eat a dick.

-Think what I like was, like,

the characters, right?

It's like, the way he writes

them and stuff,

he makes it feel like

you know these people, right?

Like, it's, like, they could

be your friends

or, like, some family members

or people you met in the grocery

store or something.

So, like,

you're kind of vested in them

even though they're fucked up

sometimes.

You still, like, feel like,

"okay, they remind me of

so-and-so or so-and-so."

That's kind of what

I like about these guys.

-Yeah, but I felt like it was,

like, building suspense and,

like, da-da-da-da-da,

and then, like, nothing.

-Well, yeah, it's 500 pages.

You know what I mean?

A lot of dead space, but, I

mean, there's, like... it's...

I-It's, like, it's all about

h-how he, um, fills in all the

spaces of character, you know,

like, so you can go

back to where it's from

and you understand why they're

all fucked up or what's going...

-But I felt like it was a little

redundant. It was, like...

-Yeah, I think

the beginning was, like,

slow as hell to get into it.

I hated it, man.

They spent like 200 pages

on just that one paragraph.

-All his others are like that,

too, though.

They always start off

pretty slow.

-I don't like books like that,

though.

-Yeah.

-There's so much description

and yada-yada.

Just, come on, I want to see

the grease, the sex.

-There was sex.

I mean, you know...

-There really wasn't

a lot of sex.

-I mean, it's not

a Danielle steel book.

-My favorite...

Danielle steel...

No? I'm alone on that one.

-You seem a little bit off

tonight.

-Yeah, how so?

-Well, first of all,

you were late.

Second, I asked you to bring

two bottles of red wine,

and you only brought one.

And you failed to debate Topher

on the finer points

of American literature,

which I love when...

I love when you argue with him.

Even if you don't know what

you're talking about, I love it.

No one else cares,

but I care about that.

And, also...

You're just sitting out here

like a sad, wee puppy.

If I didn't know better,

I would think that you're

thinking about Megan

Which is mental because

in this house, there's a rule.

You're not allowed

to ponder on your exes.

It's not my rule.

-I like the book.

- You liked it?

- I did.

- You liked it? Really?

- Yeah.

-I keep thinking about the kids.

Joey and Jessica.

-They grow up into these

fucked-up little adults,

and they never really had a shot

from the beginning.

Born into their parent's shit,

and by the time they realize it,

it's too late. They're stuck.

-You have to get laid.

-You have to release the semen

that is weighing you down, man.

-You offering?

-Shit, no!

You wish.

-I'm just sitting out here

'cause I'm trying to make

neighbor boy jealous.

- How's it going?

- It's not going.

I haven't even talked to him.

But he's so cute.

-He's not your type.

But, seriously...

You need to let the sunshine in.

Read a Meg cabot novel.

Jesus!

-What's really

going on with you?

I can't talk to you about it

at work, so...

- I'm good.

- You're good.

- Yeah.

- Bullshit you're good.

You're good?

- I'm good.

-Really?

I don't believe that

for a second.

-I wanted a family.

What?

What the fuck

are you talking about now?

-I wanted to have a family.

-But you have a family.

You have me. You have your mom.

You have Ricky.

That's my family.

It's L.A., you know?

-That's not what i'm

talking about.

I wanted the fucking Rockwell

painting, you know?

I wanted to be a dad.

I wanted to have a kid.

-Everybody's got their dreams,

and ever since I was a kid,

that was mine.

That's all I ever wanted.

-You're gonna get all that.

-Yeah, but I kind of thought

I was gonna be a young dad.

-Well, you could go to Hollywood

right now

and impregnate some young girl

and make all your dreams

come true.

Don't be so stupid.

You're a catch.

You're a real catch.

-Thank you.

Can I borrow your cellphone?

- Yeah.

-I just want

to check my messages.

-Why don't you have a phone,

though?

That's weird.

You're such a weirdo.

-We all have our reasons, right?

-How are you gonna have kids

if you don't have a phone?

-They're gonna be like,

"dad, we need to phone you."

-And they don't even have

a phone to phone you on.

- Yeah, it's good for your bones.

- Is it?

Yeah, totally.

-I have so many bones,

so that's good.

- I'm really warm.

- Me too.

-You have a bunch of bones.

-Um, I'm going to leave

my bike downstairs.

I got to go meet a friend

if that's okay.

- A friend?

- Yeah, a friend.

There's a little party.

-Yeah, okay.

Just leave it outside, babe.

-Great. Thank you.

Sorry to interrupt.

-So, calcium for,

what did you say... red wine?

Red wine.

-How about you?

What do you drink?

What's your drink of choice?

-I don't drink ever, really.

-Hi.

I was a little surprised

to hear from you.

-I know.

I broke the 24-hour rule.

-Get over it.

I wanted to see you.

-So, there's a party?

-Whoo!

-How do you know

all these people?

-I don't, really.

-Are you kidding?

-Does anyone really know anyone,

Charlie?

-Wow.

This view's amazing.

-Should we do it?

Should we just end it all

right here, right now?

-I think maybe

we should get a drink first.

I make his...

Ooh, sorry.

-You guys in line?

- Well, in line for what

is the question.

Would you like one of these?

-Um...

I-I think I'm good.

-So am I.

So are we, right?

Hey, it's just ecstasy, man.

-Why don't you have

one of these?

-Listen, I thought maybe taking

a bathroom break real quick...

-You want to take a bathroom

break real quick? Okay.

-And when I come back,

I promise you and I...

-And you know what?

Let me tell you something.

Everything's good.

-I know, I know.

-Okay, what you want to do is,

is you want to take this.

You know, I can't tell you...

Hey, man. How you doing?

-Ready?

-Yeah.

Hey...

Listen, I-I haven't talked

to mom yet about Sara.

You mind not bringing it up?

-Why?

-'Cause it's mom.

I don't want to deal with her,

and we're gonna

work everything out, so I...

I don't want her shit

on top of it.

Okay?

- Okay.

-Anyway, the work is brilliant.

It is brilliant.

He is doing unbelievable things

with textures an-and layers.

The layers you just

would not believe.

Charlie, they're so amazing.

It's grays, and it's pinks,

and it's pastels.

Never seen anything like it.

Not on canvas.

I would love to bring

both of you guys there.

I'd love to walk you through it.

So?

Give me the details.

What's going on?

Sara, Megan?

-They're good, mom.

They're both very happy.

- Yeah.

-Wonderful.

That's lovely.

I don't know why they never come

along on our little lunch dates.

-Because you never invite them

till after we've ordered.

-Ricky, that's not fair.

Don't be harsh.

We're all adults.

They have an open invite.

They know it.

-I'm just saying, you could put

forth a little more effort.

It's not a big deal.

-Margaret Phillips had

a fundraiser at her house.

You'll never guess what

she still had up on her wall.

The first piece you ever sold,

Charlie.

You were only 14 years old.

You remember?

Yes, I do.

You know you can be working.

-Mom, come on.

-Mom what?

Mom what?

I don't know how many times

I can say it.

We need to do a show.

-I just can't think about

anything else right now.

I'm sorry.

Got a lot on my plate.

-Sounds like your father.

I just want you boys

to be successful.

-We are successful.

We just see it

a different way than you.

-Thank you for lunch, mom.

-Is this too early to get

a glass of wine or something?

- Hi.

Hi.

Um, how was the party?

- It was good.

It was good. I had a good time.

It was fun.

-There's something different

about you.

Me?

-Um...

I don't know.

-Is it... ooh, is it your teeth?

Is there something, like,

major between your teeth?

-Get it?

No, that's not it.

- I think it might be the masks.

- Ooh!

-We just got them in, but

you have to put it on right now.

-Can't wait, can't wait.

Are you ready?

Look at my new life.

Yeah!

Fucking work.

We got to get him later.

-We'll get the next one.

- Where?

- That way.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Honestly?

-Yeah.

-Do you think I'm pretty?

-Why?

-Just that guy the other night

at the club.

-Neighbor boy.

-The neighbor...

He's not interested, so...

-Yeah.

I think you're pretty.

Hello?

What's up?

-I'm sorry.

I got crazy the other night.

I was fucked up.

I can be hard to deal with,

remember?

Don't hate me, Charlie.

You can't turn your back

on this.

-Or what?

-Charlie...

I need you.

Close your eyes.

Promise me

it'll always be like this.

-Like what?

-Just this.

-All right.

-Charlie.

-Morning.

-What are you doing?

-It's supposed to rain, so

I thought I'd give you a ride.

-How'd you know

I even live here?

-Sara.

-Charlie, I'm just trying

to be friendly.

Quit trying

to make me feel crazy.

-I can't make you feel anything.

Let me get ready, okay?

-Can I come in?

No, no.

Rick's asleep on the couch.

Wait down at your car. I'll be

down there in a couple minutes.

-Okay.

-Does she know about me?

-No.

Not yet.

-Well, do you want her to?

-Yes, I just... I don't want her

to find out like this, okay?

-Don't hide me, Charlie.

Promise.

-I promise.

I promise.

-♪ baby always saw musicians

as so self-important ♪

-you know, you didn't

have to bring your bike.

I could've given you a ride

after work.

-It's cool. Thank you.

-♪ baby and I

used to turn on the radio

almost every morning ♪

♪ knocking out... ♪

Hey.

I was listening to that.

-I just don't want to listen

to any commercials right now.

-All right.

Hey, Charlie, how come you

haven't told your mom about US?

She called me.

How come you never told me

you used to go to a shrink?

-What?

-Okay, fine, a psychiatrist.

-What the fuck

are you talking about?

-Don't yell at me. She told me.

-I'm... I'm not yelling at you.

Why would she tell you that?

-I-I don't know.

She didn't mean anything by it.

She just...

She just told me.

-Why are you two

even talking to each other?

Can you just stop yelling at me?

I told you, she called me.

-You two hate each other.

-We don't have each other.

-You couldn't stand

to be in the same room together

going on five years.

Now you're calling each other?

About my medical history?

-Okay, Charlie, just stop it.

What the fuck?

What else do you guys

talk about?

-Charlie,

she's just worried about you,

and she cares about you.

We both do.

You don't get

to do that anymore, Megan.

You chose this, not me.

I... think it would be a good

idea for you to talk to someone.

Like you have any idea

what would be good for me.

Come on.

I'm just trying to help.

-Charlie?

All right, so,

who's excited for story time?

-Yeah!

All right, so, today,

we're gonna read

"the extraordinary boy,"

and Charlie's gonna read it

to you guys.

- "The extraordinary boy."

"Once, in a town that resembled

that of any ordinary town,

lived an imagination.

The imagination found a home

inside the head of a small boy

that resembled that

of any ordinary boy,

except that the imagination made

the boy anything but ordinary.

In fact,

the imagination was so powerful

that it made the boy

extraordinary.

And the boy had a mother who

lived with him and fed him.

The boy's mother

took very good care of him

and worked very hard

to pay their bills.

The boy knew that his mother was

not able to see the imagination

that lived inside his head."

You forgot your shoe,

young lady.

-You are not gonna make it far

without that.

Did you like the book?

No?

She did.

-It was really great.

I was totally entertained.

-Well, good.

That's half of it.

I don't know if she cares,

but whatever.

Of course she does.

-She loves it. She always talks

about coming to story time here.

-Good. Well,

we'll see you guys next week?

- Yeah, totally.

- Awesome.

- All right, have a good one.

- Bye.

-You're the best friend ever.

-Who you talking to, buddy?

-Michael.

-Who's Michael?

-My best friend.

Is he here right now?

-Yeah, but you can't see him.

-Can your mom and dad

see Michael?

Well, you tell Michael

I said hello, okay?

-Do you have

an imaginary friend?

No, I don't.

-Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

-And don't worry about it.

Don't w... I'm fine! We're fine!

Everybody's fine!

I'm staying on his couch.

He's...

No, don't...

D-D-Don't do... hello?

H...

-That Sara?

-It was mom.

-What's going on?

-She knows.

She's coming over.

-Are you fucking kidding me?

-You didn't tell me

you were an artist.

-Jesus, you scared

the shit out of me.

-I'm an artist, too.

I made this for you.

-What are you still doing here?

-I got scared, so I never left.

Why? What's wrong?

Charlie?

Charlie?!

-Quiet.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Shh!

- I'm going away, aren't I?

- Shh!

-You don't... you don't want

to tell them about me, do you?

You don't want your mom

to know about me, do you?!

- Quiet.

- I'm gonna go tell her, I'm gonna go tell her.

-Shut your mouth.

My mother is gonna be here

any minute.

You're a crazy person, Charlie.

-You're not bleeding.

-Do you want me to bleed?

-What'd you do today?

-Waited for you.

-You don't have to cry.

-What do you want me to do?

-What's wrong?

-A lot of things.

-We're fine, mom, seriously.

-You're not fine, Charlie.

This isn't fine.

Look how you're living.

You've both been

kicked to the curb.

- What did you do?

- We didn't do anything.

-Well, maybe that's the problem.

-Mom, stop.

-No, you stop.

Both of you.

Stop with all the lies

and the secrets.

-No one lied.

We didn't want to say anything

to you until things were final.

-Well, this is pretty final.

-I-It's not.

Char is working things out.

Sara just needed

a couple days to herself.

-Well, how long has it been?

A couple days.

-And you, Charlie,

how long has it been?

-A month.

-A month?

God.

-What?

Goddamn you, Gary.

-No, stop.

It has nothing to do with him.

We're fine. Look at US.

We're fine.

-You're not fine.

Look at yourselves.

25 years ago,

he said he was fine.

And then one day, he wasn't.

-Not the same.

-No, it's not the same thing,

Rick.

But it's a loss.

And loss is stress.

And stress is the same thing.

I don't want you boys

to end up...

I don't want you

to go through...

I've got to collect myself.

I need to use the washroom.

-I don't know. Look, char.

Megan may be perfect, but she

wasn't perfect for you, okay?

She's wasn't

whether you like it or not.

And you weren't perfect for her,

either.

-Where the fuck was that

information three years ago?

- Fuck, three months ago?

- Okay, sorry,

but it's not like you would've

listened to me anyway.

You guys were all like

ga-ga, ga-ga.

-You still think I want to be

with her, don't you?

- Don't you?

- No. I don't.

I don't even want

to think about her anymore.

-Good.

- I'm freaking out, man.

- What does that mean?

-Just feel like

I'm living a-a lie.

- You're not living a lie.

- That's bullshit.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

I'm lying to myself about...

what kind of person she is.

She's lying to me about

what she needed from me,

and you fucking knew it

the whole time.

- Hey!

- You saw, and you didn't say shit!

-Hey, don't blame me.

Now you sound like mom

blaming everybody else

for their problems.

-I'm not blaming you, okay?

I pushed her away.

That's what men do.

So, y left her?

-Maybe.

Yeah, maybe I did on some level.

Maybe I checked out early.

Man, don't act

like you fucking know.

You're no different.

You don't know shit.

Sorry.

-No. No. What do I know?

I'm sleeping

on your fucking couch.

-You miss her, don't you?

-Yeah.

Yeah, she does this, um...

Thing when she's dreaming.

She squeaks.

I miss that.

I miss that, you know?

I don't want to have to learn

that crap about someone else.

- You boys all right?

- Yeah.

-Need another pitcher?

-No, I don't think so.

Just the check will be good.

-All right.

-Thank you.

-The point is, you get one life.

And it's up to you to decide

what you want to do with it,

so take control of that.

But you deserve to be happy.

Everyone does.

Find out what it is that makes

you feel that way

and surrender to that.

-What?

What are you smiling ab...

-Hey, guys.

- How you doing, Sara?

- Hi.

- No, no, no.

You don't have to go.

I was just, like...

- No. I want to.

It's good to see you.

-It's good to see you, too.

-Please.

You look amazing.

You always say that.

-You always look amazing.

-Charlie.

Hey.

-Hey.

Did you just eat?

- Yeah.

Yeah, we just finished.

Well, I'm supposed

to meet Sara inside.

- Yeah, she's inside.

She's talking to Rick.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- That's good.

They needed to talk.

Hey

I want to apologize for earlier.

-It's okay. I get it.

-No, i-it's not okay.

I was wrong. I'm sorry.

-Um...

I should probably get inside.

-Yeah. Good night.

-Good night.

Hey, Charlie, do you want to

just... I don't know...

Come inside and hang out,

have a drink while we eat?

- Um...

- Okay, I get it.

-It's just

that we just finished in there.

-Yeah, yeah, you're...

You're probably right.

Um...

I miss you, and I-I miss this.

-I miss you, too. Come here.

Have a good night.

-You too.

-You disappeared.

-I could tell you were scared.

You can't stop the rain,

Charlie.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Just that.

Some things just happen.

You can't fight it.

You can't run from who you are.

Hey.

Hey. How'd it go?

-Great. We talked,

or I guess I-I listened i-is

what I needed to do.

-Good.

So, what's the deal...

I get to kick you out of my

place yet, or what?

-No, not yet.

I-I still have to go

on a few more dates with my wife

before she'll let me

move back in.

-What's going on?

You were right about earlier,

man.

I got to get my shit together.

I'm fucking drowning here, man.

I'm fucking drowning.

-No, no, no.

Look, I understand you miss her.

It's okay.

-I just need a couple minutes

to myself, okay?

-Yeah. Yeah.

- Thank you.

- No problem.

-Thank you.

Happy birthday, dad.

-Morning, boy.

-Got the new ones for you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

-That's good.

- Take a good.

- Let's see.

-The place looks good.

-Yeah.

-♪ to sleep through creaks

in the attic ♪

♪ and leave the whole night

sitting still ♪

♪ on the radio ♪

♪ stand ♪

yeah, I think it's just

the...

The hot-water heater.

-♪ safe in the nation ♪

♪ no one ever needs to know ♪

-♪ I will see this place ♪

- that goes over there.

- Yeah.

-♪ put the family

from your mind ♪

♪ so, what if I'm wrong? ♪

♪ what if I'm wrong? ♪

-dad?

-What was it like?

When it started?

-Confusing.

Scared your mother.

-Did you ever see things?

-Let me get some more tea.

You want some?

-Yes, sir.

-You okay?

-Come here.

-What's this?

-Got everything?

-Yes, sir.

It was good having you here.

-Thanks.

I'm the big brother.

I'm supposed

to be looking after you.

-Man, I'm fine.

I'm fine, really.

You go home to your wife.

Take care of her.

Well...

What do we do now?

-Highland park station.

-Hey!

-Hey, baby,

what's going on here?

Hi.

-You're abusing me, Charlie.

-♪ but now I need your body

♪ so I can sleep

without this whiskey ♪

♪ god, I need your body

♪ so I can sleep

without this whiskey ♪

-♪ now I'm sitting

in your bedroom ♪

♪ I expect you...

-It's very chaotic.

I like the darkness down here...

Keeps you grounded.

-But the colors

really bring you in.

-You ever wish

you didn't have kids, mom?

-No.

Okay.

Um, I invited Megan.

And I don't really

want to hear anything about it

because we've all been friends

for years, okay?

All of US have.

-You guys can figure it out.

Just 'cause the parents

get a divorce

doesn't mean the kids

have to suffer.

For the sake of the kids?

-And if this new girl

has anything to say about it,

she can come talk to me.

All right?

I don't want her

giving you a hard time.

-I don't think that that's

actually gonna be much

of a problem.

-Why?

-Um, we broke up.

-Well, what happened?

-Nothing really happened.

Just... it was over, you know?

Ran its course.

She was a nice girl.

It just...

Wasn't much of a future there,

and I needed a future.

Honestly, I'm okay.

Seriously,

it's a good thing, guys.

-Are you sure?

Do you want to talk about it?

-Meg, it's cool.

Guy says he's okay,

then he's okay.

Okay.

-♪ into your mind

♪ out of your soul

♪ race through your veins

-♪ you can't escape

♪ you can't escape

-I almost forgot.

It looks delicious.

I'm excited you're here.

To...

To new beginnings.

You look very beautiful.

How was your day?

-♪ I got

♪ I got too close now

♪ you turned into a ghost

♪ now I'm searching

for your love ♪

♪ just traveler

traveling on one day ♪

♪ I feel this hole in my heart

♪ I'm searching near and far

♪ looking for

a permanent lover ♪

♪ don't need no undercover

♪ I want you to understand me

♪ when I say

I don't need you anymore ♪

♪ I want you to reprimand me

♪ 'cause this heart

don't beat anymore ♪

♪ I want you to understand me

♪ when I say

I don't need you anymore ♪

♪ I want you to reprimand me

♪ 'cause this heart

don't beat no more ♪

♪

♪ baby never wanted to be

no country singer ♪

♪ she'd rather sing

her songs out in her mind ♪

♪ and baby always saw musicians

as so self-important ♪

♪ and anyway, speaking in front

of people

makes her want to cry ♪

♪ baby and I used to turn on

the radio almost every morning ♪

♪ knocking out the Tom petty

songs we knew all right ♪

♪ and when it was time

to start a workday ♪

♪ my old head started rollin'

♪ and as I walk away, I like to

think she hung, lure me inside ♪

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