Martin & Margot or There's No One Around You (2019) - full transcript

[Footsteps]

[Thumping noises]

[Birds chirping]

[Wind howling]

[Engine rattling]

Yup. 1982.

This is it.
This is the battlefield.

He was here.

Maybe he still is.

The poet warrior.

They don't make them
like that anymore.



We're gonna find him.

[Typewriter clicks]

[Margot sighs]

[Typing noises]

It's done.

Mona's Collision?

I'm sending it today.

No more rewrites,
no more edits...

No more second-guessing myself.

It is what it is.

Well, I'm proud of you,
muffin top.

[Clicks key]

[Typewriter clicking]

♪ Folksy music ♪



First time I saw Martin
was in film school.

He had a poetry book in
the back pocket of his jeans.

It was a copy from
a Guatemalan poet...

which happened to
be my favorite.

I kissed him right
there on the spot.

After graduation,
we tried our best.

We really did.

Writing scripts no
one wanted to read.

Paying prices we
couldn't afford.

We were broke.
[Margot laughs]

With nothing to lose.

[Indistinguishable yelling]

So, we decided to search.

Escape winter. Travel south.

He can't feel homesick if
there's no home to go back to.

He wanted to hunt them down.

The great poet that
brought us together.

Our two-man search party
for legendary commander...

La Bestia.

Even if that meant
following a dead man's trail.

It was known that he
had left behind a diary.

His greatest piece
unpublished...

Untarnished...

Unread.

Containing all the answers
to questions I never dare ask.

Like, "What the hell
are we doing here?"

[Car engine sputters]

[Car engine hisses]

[Door slams]

[Scraping noises]

Have you checked
the catalytic converter?

[Slams hood shut]

[Birds chirping]

[Foreign language over radio]

Did you come?

I think you should
be able to tell.

It feels like we're just
going through the motions.

Welcome to adulthood, buddy.

Oh, but this isn't
what I signed up for.

We're supposed to be
making love, not faking love.

Unburdended by the crushing boredom
of our success obsessed generation

Yeah...

Capitalism can cause
impotence sometimes

♪ Soft music ♪

[Typerwriter clicking]

[Sighs]

[Slams chair]

[Shuts door]

[Flipping pages]

[Screams]

Sold it.

[Lighter flicks]

Margot, you can't
smoke in here

I'm celebrating, Martin.
I sold it, well

Mmm... Well, it's not actually
sold but it's optioned.

Fuck the no smoking sign.

You did it.
I'm proud of you.

Your eyes are googly.

Why?

[Sips coffee]

No reason...

Congratulations.

Margot, should we break up?

Happy anniversary to you too.

Are you sleeping
with someone else?

[Martin laughs] No.

Gloria?

Assistant director Gloria?

God no, scriptwriter Gloria?

What, I can't have pictures
of my friends?

You sent her your last short.

Gloria writes great dialogue.

Mmm... She's too latino pretty
for you.

[Martin chuckles] And you were
too caucasian pretty for me.

Screw this.

Good luck with all your
future feature film endeavors.

Bye Martin.

Wait, wait, don't go!

Look, this isn't right.

No shit, this isn't right.

You're breaking up with me.

I hope you write freaking
indie student short films

'till you're a sad forty year
old man wearing skinny jeans

and moss green cardigans.
Have a nice surburban life with your

bleach Mexican illiterate
foster child.

Wait, don't go!

I hate skinny jeans.

And plus, I can't pay
for my tea.

Look, I'm sorry for
screwing things up, Margot.

This means the world to me.
Let's finish together.

Well, just for the record,
this whole wild goose chase for

La Bestia was your idea.

Uh, no it wasn't.

Uh, yeah it was.

Just give me a minute
to collect myself.

And I won't be manipulated
by an artsy cunt like you.

Fair enough!

[Flicking lighter]

Martin, what is this about?

I mean... uh

you're just so...

ambitious and beautiful

and bright, I figured you
deserved someone better than me.

I may not have all the answers,
hell, I don't even know the question.

But, I swear La Bestia does.

And we're going to find him.

Was there any other way you
can vent out your insecurities

without breaking up with
me so early in the morning?

Frankly, no.

But...

it was our duty to find La
Bestia and write beautiful things

We're screenwriters. It's our job
to save the world from itself.

If not us, then who?

If not now, then when?
And if not here, then where?

And besides,
I still care about you!

And that's enough.

So you'll stay?

[Moaning]

What day is it?

I think it's the 21st.

This time it will work.

No.

No.

No, I don't want to go there.

Go where?

The Caribbean coast,
you were just thinking that.

How about the Pacific coast?
We haven't been there yet.

Maybe the Mayan
biosphere jungles.

That's where the war began.

Maybe we could find
some clues there.

I feel like some place chilly.

Is your heart not suffice?

♪ Banjo music ♪

♪ This is not a folk song ♪

♪ It really happened to me ♪

♪ It's what I love to see ♪

♪ But you never met me ♪

♪ It will probably
have a kickdrum ♪

♪ Maybe a tambourine ♪

♪ It's what I love to say ♪

♪ And you never met me ♪

♪ 'Cause we're so used
to finding boxes ♪

♪ Storing every thing like foxes,
but the ground is not our grave ♪

♪ It's a mouth that
spits in waves ♪

♪ We're so used
to seeing people ♪

[Blows nose]

[Mysterious music]

Yes?

What?

MARTIN - Can we help you?

Well, maybe.

Uh, it's empty.

It's true, it always is.

Well, uh, what you two
doing out here?

We're traveling writers

Untamed souls dusting off the shelves of
time looking for their repressed memories.

Oh yeah, you got any food?

No.

Oh well, carry on.

We're searching for
this one poet.

He disappeared in the
early eighties during the war.

- Greatest mind of his genera-
- Oh yeah, La Bestia.

Nice kid

Tragic ending though.

You knew him?

Oh yeah, I was touring with Dylan
in the mid-seventies, somehow

ended up down here around the same
time La Bestia started reciting

That's how we met.

Ahah, and?

And what?

And what was he like?

You're the first person we've
met who actually knew him.

Well, no one ever
really knew him.

He was just this quiet young kid you'd
see everywhere and nowhere all the time.

The whole country knew his
name, his name was trouble.

Oh God, the voice he had. The voice
of active volcanoes and earthquakes.

Yeah.

That's him.

We need to find him.

Oh, don't you know? He's dead.

Uh, technically he
was desaparecido.

Euphemisms don't bring people back.
No, gone is gone, kid.

Did La Bestia leave
behind a diary?

Well, if he did,
they probably burnt it.

Well, maybe or maybe not.

Hope is youth's most
powerful weapon

It backfired on La Bestia,
don't let that happen to you.

You guys got a smoke?

Hey, thanks.
I'll catch ya on the flip side

[Strums guitar]

♪ La la la ♪

♪ La la la ♪

♪ La la la ♪

♪ I don't let you
breathe sometimes ♪

♪ And you're okay with it ♪

♪ I like the pain that you
feel when you're not well ♪

♪ And I'm okay with it ♪

♪ There's no magical soap ♪

♪ Just what we
throw in to the boat ♪

♪ The bad and the
good, until it overflows ♪

♪ The bad and the good
until our hearts unfold ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ You don't let me
sleep sometimes ♪

♪ And I'm okay with it ♪

♪ You like the pain that
I feel when I'm not well ♪

♪ And you'd be fine with it ♪

♪ There's no magical soap ♪

♪ Just what we throw
into the boat ♪

♪ The bad and the good
until we overfloat ♪

♪ The bad and the good
until our hearts unfold ♪

♪ Stronger than me ♪

♪ I'd still never
let you see it ♪

Woah.

[Waves crashing]

Did you get any word
from the producers?

No!

It's been four weeks.

This waiting's killing me.

Woah.

[Foreign chatting]

♪ Ambient music ♪

[Birds chirping]

[Waves crashing]

He could light up an entire hide away
guerilla dive hole with just one verse.

A true son of the ravines.
The last romantic from the revolution,

the great disruptor.

He had a small sun at
the tip of it's fingers.

Everything he touched was light.

[Water trickling
and birds chirping]

[Bed creaking]

[Sighs]

How the hell are we
going to find him?

He could be nowhere
or anywhere at all.

[Radio playing]

Well, didn't you
hear the old man?

Just follow your gut, have
a little faith in serendipity,

That's nothing like
what the old man said.

He says the diary
is lost forever.

I feel like he was
just being elliptical.

I'm so glad we're together.

Well, I wouldn't share my
poverty with anyone else.

Martin, what are we doing?

We are eking it
out as screenwriters.

Traveling abroad in Central America
on a particularly frugal budget.

On a self appointed mission

To find the twentieth century
greatest vanished poet.

Maybe we should settle down.

You mean like marriage?

Hell no, not like marriage!

More like coming to the terms that we're
both nearly months from turning thirty

and we still can't even afford a
decent hostel with a hot shower.

Well how was I supposed to know
boutique meant no hot water?

Besides we can just take a shower
tomorrow when its warm out.

Check out is 10 AM.

Oh, right.

I'm sure we can find
something stable yet creative.

Middle class wage
yet not too demanding.

Look, we've talked about this.

There is no way in hell that I
am going back to serving popcorn

and sweeping those buttered
floors, those teenagers are brats.

I just feel like we're
wasting our lives away.

I don't think we can
survive another year like this.

I'm still listening.

[Sighs] We've been doing this for so
long and we're no closer to making it

then when we
graduated film school.

And we're still in debt!

And forever, will be!

Sure, I 'optionspec' sometimes,
but where's that actually ever gotten us?

It got us here.

Exactly.
It got us here.

Which is nowhere at all.

[Urinating]

I don't want to
feel obsolete so soon.

Pushed aside into the
normalcy and routine and

complete boredom by
our accumulated failures.

[Sniffs]

[Grunts]

But sweetness, the fight
is our freedom.

We are quite literally
living the dream

Waltzing up the border of
obscurity wielding our passports

with our Visas stamped by
hunger, lonliness, and isolation.

- Exhuastion.
- Despair.

Uncertainty and
constant rejection

and with that comes and
with that comes no glory or

dignity, no home of our
own, no belonging anywhere.

Oh, but we love the road.

We live to find our long
lost idol. You can't buy that.

And you can't buy time either.

♪ And the times,
they are a changin'. ♪

No, no, don't bring
Dylan into this. Not him.

But... He even went
electric in sixty nine.

We don't have to sell out.

Uh, he did not sell out, 'Blood
on the Tracks' was genius.

Look, all I'm mean is,
we'll find a way.

We have this one golden opportunity
to make something beautiful.

Like, Charlie Kaufman beautiful?

Yeah, something
like that, I guess.

Look, all I'm saying is that La
Bestia is out there waiting for us.

Let's just give it
a little bit longer.

Six months.

A year.

Eight months.

Settle bumblebee, nine months.

And what happens after then?

Well, you'll still be bumblebee.

And if we haven't made it by then,
we'll grow up and settle down.

And what's settling
down for you?

Sticking with your side.

Not fucking it up, you mean?

Uh, could be?

Everyone for it, say 'I'.

[Together] I!

It's so cold in this place.

Well didn't you spend the extra five
q for the extra blanket when you paid?

I thought you were
going to pay this time?

Start packing, woman.

♪ Soft music ♪

I once heard this
story about his diary.

When La Bestia was
captured in battle,

The young soldier found
his diary and read it in hiding.

The next morning, he had
orders to execute the poet.

And he did so,
with tears in his eyes.

They say that the young
man died of a broken heart.

When would that have been?

[Crashing waves]

Late winter, eighty three

- somewhere around Guatamala city.
- Thatr's not too far from here.

Nah, I bet we could find
an old friend or lover there.

or at least a police record.

Or maybe an unpublished diary?

It's the biggest city in Central
America, don't get greedy.

Hey, by the way

your boobs look bigger today.

Real classy.

More supple, one might even say.

Stop it!

Yes, dear.

[Typewriter clacking]

[Sighs]

How do you love someone
who sucks so much at

the one thing they're
supposed to be good at?

[Sighs] I'm with you, Martin,
isn't that good enough?

It never is.

You, on the other hand, your non-linear
plot structures are always impeccable.

You should write sweet
nothings for a living.

Well, seeing as I already
live to write nothing

Lord knows I'm tryin'.

Hey Martin

[Gasp] We need to talk.

[Whispers] No, that's bad.
Okay, um.

Um...[Blows raspberry]

Okay...

Martin... Um...

We, we have
something to discuss.

Do you want to
sit down for a sec?

No. No, not a dog. Um...

Okay...

I can do that.

Yeah, so can I.

Don't partonize me, Martin.

Just because you're a feminist doesn't mean
I can''t make supper for us every so often.

I'm not patronizing you, Margot,
you're just not a very good cook.

[Slams knive on counter]

- Margot, what is w-
- [Whirring blender]

[Unintelligible]

[Sighs]

[Birds chirping]

- In all seriousness, I swear t-
- We're going to be parents

Both of us?

Yeah. Both of us.

Please tell me you
still have an IUD.

We always use condoms.

And I always count my days.

You sure?

What?

You know, you real sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I'm pregnant.

[Urinating]

- Do you have another test?
- Really?

[Sighs]

Is it mine?

Of course, it's yours.
You creep.

I'm sorry.

For what?

For knocking you up.

Don't say it like that,
it sounds so vulgar.

[Vomiting]

This isn't normal!

[Retching and coughing]

Maybe it's one of
those, pseudo seas....

What?

You know, a false pregnancy.

[Coughs]

Oh God, I'm going to have to wear
yoga pants for the next nine months.

- Mind is very powerful, you know.
- Shut up and get me chocolate.

- Where the hell am I going to get chocolate?
- Chocolate!

[Dogs barking]

Siete.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith?

Amazing chemistry in
that movie, very solid plot.

Congratulations,

you guys are pregnant.

It's not my fault I
have some condition.

Some sort of a fertility talent.

Three or four weeks.

[Martin and Margot]
Huehuetenango.

I knew those overly dramatic landscapes
were trouble and I told you so

Well, you were the one who brought the
wine out when the lightning storm started.

It was you and your smooth talking
that got me here in the first place.

Look, I already told
you I'm sorry.

[Heartbeat thumping]

I wanna leave.

[Car engine]

♪ Smoke is in your eyes
and power lines ♪

♪ Chase away the day
in someone's car ♪

♪ Surprise, it laughs
and dies in everyone ♪

♪ Moving fast to catch
a glimpse of the sun ♪

♪ We're always dreaming here ♪

♪ But the inhibitions
disappear ♪

Here.

Hold still, sweet cheeks!

I'm trying!

It's refreshing!

- Well?
- Wait for it.

We did it! It's officially
optioned.

- The contract is signed.
- My script?

- Mona's Collision!
- Oh my God!

[Laughing gleefully]

What's next?

♪ Everything is sinking ♪

♪ While the sea
kept shrinking down ♪

Did they pay yet?

Yeah, producers transferred
fifty bucks.

Fifty bucks, that's it?

Well, they haven't bought
it yet, it's just optioned.

[Waves breaking]

[Nostalgic music]

Aha!

[Giggles]

[Making pigeon coos]

I swear I thought the hostel was
just a half hour walk fom the canal.

I think we found it.

[Roaring waves]

Where'd you get that from?

I stole it from a mini
mart 'cause I love you.

You made me do it.

Are you avoiding it?

Avoiding what?

Do you want to keep it?

Do you have to call it 'it'?

Wait, is that a trick question?

I don't know, is yours
a trick question?

I have no idea.

Wait, what are we
talking about again?

So do you want to be
the mother of my child?

We really screwed up.

It's one thing to waste
our youths because it's

ours to do so but being
pregnant with you is like...

Like you never answer
my question

you always veer off into one
of those wondering monologues.

Yeah, let me finish.

Everywhere we go we
find nothing but wastelands.

It's obvious you
don't want to keep it.

Don't call it that.

It's obvious you don't
want to keep the baby.

Don't say that!

That's something
horrible to say.

So do you?

- It's okay if you don't.
- Is it?

I think so, honey badger.

No...
I don't think so

I need time.

Do we have time?

It's not like Poseidon, the king
of the goddamn dolphins is going to

emerge from the shorelines
all geared up

ready to check my
uterus and deliver a baby.

- Alright, I get it.
- No! You don't!

Just stop being so goddamn
understanding all the time!

I can your weakness in your
voice, day in and night out!

Look... I'm just trying
to be on your side here.

I know..I'm...

I'm sorry I said that...

Well, that's okay.

No, it's not.

I'm turning into this really mean
person that I don't want to be.

It's like I'm possessed.

You're not possessed,
just pregnant.

Yeah. With our baby.

So, do you?

What do you want me to do?

Just hold me.

[Soft music]

[Radio chatter]

Maybe we should split up.

Cover more territory.

Right?

Yeah, it makes sense.

[Engine whirring]

[Slams door]

[Melancholy music]

[Rustling wind]

How are you?

I'm fine.

The church reminds me of you.

Cavernous, echoing with the
voices of piety and redemption.

Would you do it?

I mean, could we?

It might just be the only good thing
we've ever accomplished together.

Is there enough of a
world left for a new life?

Let's look at the facts.

We love each other and if there's
anyone I'd want to be stuck

in this position with, it's you.

And plus...

We've got great genes, right?

You're sweet,

perhaps we can do it?

You do have exceptional
talent for character development

And I have been known for one
or two noteworthy plot twists.

We've fared steeper odds before.

If we have proven
anything before,

it's that we can thrive
in this world of ruins.

Wh should any of that change?

I agree.

We've always written
beautifully together.

I don't know why we
couldn't raise a child as well.

Couldn't be that hard.

Sure, we'll probably
both die in some tropical

disease infested far
of third world country.

But it could be way worse.

We could both be actors.

[Soft music]

I know nobody believes
the old cliche anymore.

But everything's
going to be alright.

Do I want to keep it?

Screw Marlon Brando
and The Waterfront set.

We're going to be parents.

[Mournful music]

I got you coffee.

You must be the sweetest girl
this side of the Rio Pensativo.

I found a lead.

I found this at the bookstore.

A postcard from a mountain view?

Uh, not any mountain view

I knew I'd seen this before,
it's in the book that you have.

It was his favorite hideout.

[Chuckles]

Would our baby even
be safe in this country?

I don't think we'll ever find
a safe place for our baby.

Well, should we get married?

No.

Why not?

[Sighs] For people like us, a non
disclosure agreement should be enough.

We don't have to put
pictures of it on social media.

Hell, an elopment
would do for me.

Margot, will you elope me?

For someone who specializes
in cheesy romantic comedies,

you're not that romantic.

You know, my agent
tells me that all the time

You don't have an agent.

She tells me that too.

You probably shouldn't
smoke anymore.

You can't tell me what to do.

Oh no, but that oversized GMO
grapefruit belly of yours can.

We are pregnant?

You get so hurtful
when you're chubby.

You get so snarky
when we're chubby.

[Flicking lighter]

Just yesterday, we were
graduating from film school.

I thought in a matter of weeks, we would
sell some shitty buddhist horror script

and overnight become
the next Werner Herzogs'.

Berlin festival darlings,
Palm d'fucking Or and all that.

That was years ago, Martin.

We need to get
our shit together.

Maybe we should
move back stateside.

You're the one who wanted to find
the poet warrior in Guatemala.

When life in the north
goes south, you follow it.

And we've been hot on
the trail ever since.

I wouldn't turn back
for the world.

[Mock gun noises]

Backup's gonna be
here any minute now!

They gonna crucify you for
it. Drop the piece, Blankie.

[Boston accent] Screw you,
officer Allen!

You backstabbing pig.

Don't make this personal, buddy.
You know you got it comin'.

You shouldn't have
done it, Blankie.

The whole county is
out looking for you now.

I'll come at you with
everything I got.

All the muscle from the precinc. Can't
you see those bastards are out for blood?

Please don't make
it hard for yourself.

You're the one who broke
my heart, A-Officer Allen.

You were my best friend.

I thought you'd always
be there for me!

Blankie, don't call me
officer, please.

Don't do that to me.

Allen?

Remember that bird, Maggie?
From the diner on fifty first?

Yeah, I remember. She
was the first girl I kissed.

The same summer you fell off the
roof of that second story pawn shop.

Nearly scared me to death,
you little punk.

I never told you this before...

but I loved her, Al.

Do you know how hard it is?

To see you two,
every day, together?

I know, Blankie, I know.

Al?

Yeah, Blankie?

No matter what happens-

[Gun shots]

[Police radio chatter]

Blankie!

I'm sorry pal, I shoulda
done ya better!

You were a great brother.

[Wails]

[Margot fakes police sirens]

See, that's what
I still don't get.

A sniper shoots him
through the window?

Such an anti climax.

What are you talking about?
That's classic film noir trope.

It's homage.

- Personally, I think it's great.
- I like it

Do you really?

- Of course I do.
- Aw thanks.

If I die

will you take care of our baby?

Psh. That escalated quickly.

What the hell are
you talking about?

I just want to make sure.

Of course I will.

You hesitated.

I'm afraid.

Of what?

Of screwing it up, like I
have so many times before.

Yeah, but that's normal.

And, we both have.

We all have at some point.

Yeah, but this is different.

My track record is unbeatable.
Know how I was before I met you?

Impossible?

Exactly.

[Dogs barking]

We've grown up since.

Didn't you just say we
need to get our act together?

No, I didn't.

Look Margot, our favorite thing is
a little play pretend each night.

Yeah.

You're right.

Who am I kidding?

The smell of patchouli
in here is asphyxiating.

They must have laced that
mango chutney with arsenic.

This will now be my death bed.

[Sighs] It's so hot in here.

I don't want to do in
a cheap hostel attic.

What a horrible third act.

I've seen this film
before, I know how it ends.

[Whispers] I'm serious!

I am too.

Goodnight, my sweet prince.

[Cats meowing]

[Muffled yelling]

How would you
like to go camping?

Fuck.

Great.

I'm tired.

Well, what is it?

The producers
dropped the option.

Too earnest, he said.
He's not interested.

It'll be alright,
gingersnap, I'm sure.

You'll find someone
else to option it too.

[Gentle music]

Hi.

You must be the baby.

I am your... reluctant mother.

Pleased to meet you.

So listen, I'm just going to get
to it if that's alright with you?

Sometimes grown ups
make decisions that...

You're right, cut the crap.

This is it.

It wasn't supposed
to be this way.

I swear.

Whatever that means.

You'll be a precious
baby, no doubt.

Just not mine.

So basically, what
I'm trying to say here is-

I'm sorry for all the trouble.

[Sniffling]

I truly am.

I need to get this done.

I can't do this, I'm sorry.

You know I also
hate the word termination?

That doesn't matter.

We gotta figure
something else out.

You coming?

I just want to stay?

[Soulful music]

Who’s it for?

It’s a gift.

No, I didn’t remember I had it there.

He brought it here to me, personally.

Before he left to the mountain.

The books are strange.

This one was supposed to be sold in ’83.

If you see him, do me a favor.

Tell him this was the money I owed him.

[Soft music]

[Birds chirping]

I was thinking, if and when Mona's
Collision is sold to one of the big studios

we can go buy a farm up
in the highlands.

I was just thinking that
exact thing.

Really?

No. No, no, no.

Well...

I don't know how
it'd all work but

the goal is to go
completely off grid.

I've heard ducks and goats
provide endless compost.

And you could teach yoga
retreats under avacado trees.

I could learn to hammer things.

So what do you think
about going back home?

Going back to whose home?

Yeah, you're right.

Certainly not ours.

Yeah, we have no home.
Besides we couldn't afford it.

[Upbeat music]

[Unintelligible whisper]

I'm pregnant.

Okay.

But I'm getting an
abortion soon.

The father of my baby?

Well, this baby.
He's MIA right now.

Okay.

So, do you know anyone here?

Well, these are all
friends of friends of mine.

I don't really know anyone
here, except for you.

Very different from the rest
of Guatemala I've known.

Yeah, it's pretty urban.

More developed, you could say.

More fake too.

Hm. Hey, if you can fake sincerity,
you've already got it made.

So... what do you
do for a living?

I'm actually a fiscal lawyer
but mostly deal with regional

corporations that deal with
advertising, marketing and.

O my God! Please! Don't be so blah,
say something real. It doesn't

have to be beautiful as long as it's true.
Stop being so dull.

You're trouble.

I've been told that before.

Were you born like this?

Am I not your type?

Somewhat.

I try to stay away from
assholes like you.

Well, sorry I can't
be anybody else.

You should know though, that I
am very passionate about my job

and the impact it has
on thousands of people.

You know that they are working
towards their goals every day. Trying

to make this world a better place.
Trying to use their skills for good.

So, does the father
of your child care?

I'm a polyamorous demi bisexual
monogamist but I can make exceptions.

Really?

To which part?

All of it.

You never told me your name.

Mrs. Smith

I can drive you home?

[Spanish radio]

Sorry!

No, I apologize.

There are no returns.

What about this address?

No, no, no.

This was the address I used to send him...

the money for his book sales.

Is it a publishing house?

No, no.

He always self-published.

Sweet Daniel Day Lewis's foot.

Ok. Thanks!

I see.

It works well.

Almost new.

100 bucks.

Could it be 150? Maybe?

That’s the most I can give you.

125?

100, just that.

Ok...

100 it is then.

My fearless hitchhiking warrior.

I got an address!

What?

No ones ever going to love
you more than I do, Margot!

I love that song!

What?

Nothing!

Let's get the hell outta here!

I found La Bestia!

What?

I can fix this!
I found La Bestia.

I heard you!

What?

What did you find?

For me?

Where did you find this?

Don't worry about that,
just look at the last page.

An address?

Not just any address.

His.

We're traveling half away across
the country for an address?

How do you even know it's his?

Well I don't know it's his, but I'm
guessing it must lead to his reducto.

Well, I guess it's something.

Is that a hickey?

Sorry.

Don't be sorry.

That's my line, by the way.

I was thinking...

about a fresh start,
a new beginning.

Something fresh and exciting.

I've had my share of false
start, thank you very much.

A nice ending would be
more than enough.

Okay, I'll start.

Hi.

Hi.

Morning.

This is already the worst second
first date I've ever been on.

Do you love me?

I'm not in love with you.

You're not in love with
me, but do you love me still?

I can tell you that I think
we're great together.

What is it you don't know?

I don't know how I feel?

Well if you don't know
how you feel then how

is it that you know
if you love me or not?

I don't know, it isn't rational.

Margot, I'm trying to understand you,
why do you keep shutting me down?

It's just too much okay?
It doesn't make any sense.

- Yeah, but why?
- Oh my god!

You sound like one of those
goddamned producers and critics!

Why, why, why?

I'm not a character
Martin I don't learn from

my mistakes my reactions
have no motivations

My life doesn't have
goddamn story art.

Stop the bus!

Please?

I'm a human being, okay?
I fuck up.

People act erratically, they say one thing
and do something completely different.

And the audience
never learns why!

Because life isn't
a fucking movie!

And I'm always stuck with me.

Stuck somewhere with you.

Fighting for myself
and the world?

Against the world and myself?

And I don't know how in the hell we
amounted to such tremendous fuckups!

And you know what's
really fucking frustrating?

The fact that I'm the only one who
ever options scripts and gets rejected.

Because you are incapable of selling
a freaking script by yourself.

Why is that?

Don't look across the tracks!

There's nothing else out there.

Don't you get it?

It's just me and you...

stranded in some Guatemalan
abandoned railway station.

There's no one else around you.

- We can fix this.
- No.

We can't.

We've wasted our lives and
we've agreed to waste another.

I don't know what
the hell I was thinking.

Look, we can fix this. We
have this higher mission.

You're delusional.

Well, so be it!

I mean, we've already made
something beautiful together.

- Just don't hold back.
- I'm not holding back.

- Don't hold back.
- I'm not holding back!

- Margot, just don't hold back.
- Martin, leave me alone!

You're already alone, Margot.
You always have been.

Not enough, apparently.

Look, I know I may not have what
it takes to be a proper father.

I may not even have what it takes
to be a proper screenwriter.

But just trust me on this.

There's got to be someone out there that
knows what to do in these situations.

And we're going to find them!

Just, just don't hold back.

Martin, for the last time... I
am not holding back!

[Sniffles]

Nothing's gonna hurt you
baby. As long as you're with me

everything is going to be fine.

You've always had a knack for appropriating
the most appropriate song lyrics.

Well, you're my forever girl.

You stole that from Avatar.

It's called an homage.

Hello?

Good morning?

Anyone home?

Say it.

I don't have anything to say.

Okay, maybe I do.

Does it have anything to do with
the alien life form inside of me?

Maybe.

This'll be good.

I just want you to know, I'll
always support your decision.

Unlike before.

And, I was thinking...

I want you to go in and
see them... without me.

What about us?

You know I'd follow you
to the ends of the earth.

First, you gotta know
where you're going.

We've made it this far together,
I'm not going in without you.

I'd probably just be star struc.
I'd hate for them to see me like that.

He's probably dead.

Or the address is fake,
or a decoy.

Or an ambush.

So pretty when you're sad.

I'm always sad.

You're always pretty

[Upbeat music]

I just got here and I
already miss this place.

Go, now.

Yes?

Sir, Mr. Poet,
it's such an honor.

That doesn’t belong to me.

Are you not La Bestia?

The Beast?

You are looking for ghosts.

Sit down.

Do you know where he's buried?

He can be anywhere.

I need to find
something he left behind.

You remind of the Beast
when he was your age, you know?

Do you think that he
fought to the very end?

I’d like to think he did.

I believe he did.

- Do you know if there is anyone...
- Look,

I am just a forest ranger in this jungle.

I don’t have any answers.

So, what do you do for a living?

I write.

A writer? Are there still writers in the world?

I thought all of them had been killed.

We almost did.

It's ok.

What if we have to take
life in order to protect life?

In that case don’t be afraid.

But I'm not afraid.

This is all that is left of him.

Take it.

Thanks.

Margot.

Yes?

There is nothing wrong
with being a nobody once in a while.

Did you find him?

I don't know.

Well, that's okay,

There's still places
we haven't been.

Maybe we missed
something at the lake?

Or an old friend or
lover back in the city.

You never go back
to where you came.

You always go forward.

I agree.

Alone.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe we should split ways.

Cover more territory?

Right?

Of course.