One Percent More Humid (2017) - full transcript

Hey!

I'm like the anti-Gandhi.

Yeah.

So, what are we gonna do with ourselves this summer,
Madam Iris?

Write a musical.
Take it on the road.

Run for mayor.
My platform is "child labor." Oh.

Why not?
You're so refreshingly candid.

We have an entire summer.
We can do whatever.

Quality time.

My goal is to heal.

Mmm, wait, wait.
I want to light my cigarette.



Mmm.

To our health.

To our health.

Uh... Swiss.

Okay.

So, you work here?

I'm an unpaid intern.

Uh, you were in my
Af-Am Poets, right?

Yeah.

What are you
doing on campus?

I live here.
Ansbury?

No way.
Yeah.

I'm a townie.

I'm at Admissions.
We should hang out.



Iris, right?

Sweet.

Jason?

Cody?

Wyatt?

Alex.

Alex.
Alex.

Here you go.
Thanks.

Mmm.

Hi.
Hi.

Uh...

Do you have
any pimento loaf?

No.

Is it icy?

It looks nippily.

I don't know, Catherine,
I haven't been in yet.

Iris, there comes a time
in every young woman's life

where she retires her disposable razor,
and starts to wax.

I'll give you my lady,
her number.

I'm on a budget.

It's amazing!

Caramel-flavored liquor.

I feel like this changes a person, forever.

Yeah.

Mmm.
I feel like Brixner is absolutely a great school,

but I could never
stay here for college.

Well, Iris is still functioning at a high level and she lives here year-round.

Yeah, but Iris is of
hearty stock, though.

I'm more neurotic.

I need New York.

Suburbs do rot your brain.

That's kind of what
my thesis is about.

Cultural values
in the suburbs.

Basically, I contend that with the absence of community institutions,

like Little League
and church,

children are allowed to develop their own morality.

Like, for instance, let's say,
grow up in a family...

Ready?
- Mmm?

Okay, hello.
Oh.

All right,
hey, you there?

All right, let's go.
Oh, shit.

Hold... Guys?

Wait. Uh, I'll drive?

- Let's walk.
- Okay.

You know what
would be truly amazing,

is if it would just be
1 % more humid,

and then we would all drown!

This is exactly
like high school.

It's fucking,
creepy, time-warp shit.

Only you would be wearing a fleece.

And Mae would be talking about
how she hates everyone.

Oh, and she'd be asking,
"Where's the keg?"

What would Catherine
be doing?

This. This is Catherine
right here.

Different hair.

I know.

Man, this is devil shit.
- Mmm.

I steeped
the vodka in weed.

Keg ahoy!
Oh, shit.

Fuck you.

Yeah, it's good.

So... Oh, shit.

Okay, let's do it. Do it.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey.

Thanks.

I wanna go home.

What?
Really?

But why? You're completely,
inappropriately sober.

Have a beer at least.
It'll be fun.

I can't get Billy
out of my head. I...

He hates us.

He will, he truly will,
for the rest of his life,

so either you obsess over something you can't change

or you just
accept it and move on.

It's only been
four months, Catherine.

I still wake up
thinking she's here.

Then you have
a serious problem.

Hey, Jack.
Yo.

Can you drive
Catherine home later?

Yeah,
with aplomb, sure.

Thanks.

Later.

Okay.

Yeah, no shit.

You're the worst.

Teaching American
literature is not fucked.

When are you coming up?

You want to teach poetry,
not a requirement class.

You've been there for three years.
It's your time.

I just don't know
why you're not furious.

When are you coming up?

I found a place in Woodstock that does wood-fired pizzas in an orchard.

We have Jerry's
opening this weekend.

Oh, no, I can't.

I'm on a new health kick where I'm cutting back on suicidal feelings.

All right,
I'll tell him you're upstate on a writing retreat.

Which I am.

Oh. My drinks are here.

Get up here, lady.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Yeah?

Hi.
Hi.

Here, contraband.
Don't tell.

It was thusly
their relationship began

with a seemingly
harmless secret.

So, you're ahead
of the game.

What game is that?
Thesis.

Most of my students
don't start till the fall.

Well, I'm here
and I'm working at Neon,

so it'd be nice to be thinking
about something whilst I'm...

Robotically pushing
a child on a swing?

Using the meat slicer.

Oh, those things
are scary.

So, what are you thinking?

Right now?

Yeah, with regard
to your thesis.

I want to write a series
of poems about grief.

That's great.

Um, I should
tell you that

the creative thesis
is a beast.

Have you considered researching the history of grief poetry?

I think that you
should do that,

not only for your own edification,
but also because

the review committee really eats it up with a fork and a spoon.

"Who is the third who walks always beside you?

"When I count,
there are always you and I together

"But when I look ahead
up the white road

"There is always another one
walking beside you

"Gliding wrapt in
a brown mantle, hooded

"I do not know
whether a man or a woman

"But who is that
on the other side of you?

"What is that
sound high in the air?"

T.S. Eliot's
The Waste Land.

He loses his goddamn mind
in that poem.

Yeah, I should go forth
and learn about all of that.

Yeah, I think
if you do that,

that this could be
a really important project,

and I sure as hell
would like to help you out.

Okay.
Cool.

So... Yeah, so whenever
you want to start.

I'll email you.

Thank you, Professor McCann.
Yeah, no problem, anytime.

So, Iris, drinking alone?

You could've called
a brother.

Oh, this is stupid.

If I had a brain,
I know this would be ill-advised.

It's the only cure.
I've got four older brothers, trust me.

I'm an asshole.

Ugh!

Oh, yeah!

We're high!

♪ Counting all your allies...

It's coming up!

You guys want
tomatoes or lettuce?

You guys notice this guy over here just having a snack...

♪ What you want
and what you get

♪ Make your plans
Don't take regrets

♪ What you want
and what you get

♪ What you want
and what you get

♪ What you want
and what you get

♪ What you want
and what you get

♪ What you want
and what you get ♪

Whoa!

You should
come back for dinner!

Hello!
Does anybody even work here?

Oh, we've gotta go.

Oh, fuck!

Fuck! Let's go! Shit.

That's for you, sir.

Hi, Iris.

Professor McCann, hi.

Um, how's the Forest?

Uh, the Forest is better
than you would think.

Um, I mean,
it doesn't look great,

but it's what is inside
that makes it hot.

What, it's spicy?

What? No.

Um...

Hey, Iris.

You remember that thing that we were just talking about?

Yeah. Yes, I, um...
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.
What do you think about that? I...

I... You know, um...

Yeah, 'cause that's not
what you just said before.

What?

I'm sorry.
I'm embarrassed.

Hey, what are you
making me?

I don't know.
What do you want?

First, turkey.

Oh, yeah. Um...

Wait, wait.
I take that back.

I don't want you anywhere near that industrial slicing machine.

Oh, shit.

Yes!

Are you sure we're going to the right place?

Yes, it's this way.

No, I'm serious, Mae.
Look at me. Come on.

Look at this!

Whoo!

Come on, Catherine!

Isn't it beautiful?

Iris.

It is I.

Adviser of the thesis.

Does this happen
to you frequently?

It's happened before, yeah.

You should see a doctor.

Um...

You can sleep here
on the couch.

Or I can drive you home.

Or I can call you a cab.
I'm upstairs. So you can...

You know, whatever,
whatever you decide.

Um...

I'll be right back.

Okay, just a little bit.

Okay.

So, why are you home
for the summer

instead of doing one of those feed-the-homeless internships?

I don't wanna talk.

What's wrong?
Are you okay?

Sorry, it's a loud door.

I'm here this summer because I was in a car accident in March.

I'm here to be with my friend, Catherine.
She was the one driving.

Our best friend Mae, she was

killed in the crash.

She was in the
passenger seat.

I don't know
how to live like this.

I don't know...

I can't get my head
around it,

and I can't accept it.

It just makes no sense.

Mmm.

It doesn't.

I'm here because
I thought I could tell you.

You can.

Hey!

Can I just get some cheese?
What?

You want bread
with that?

Yeah, only if I can get it
in between the cheese.

I'd like to invert the typical roles of sandwich ingredients,

thereby casting a spotlight on the stagnancy

which has come to characterize the American lunch.

Yeah, we have that.
It's called the Tool.

Sweet. Awesome.

Hey, so guess what?

This evening,
I'm gonna have a special screening

of Silent Night, Deadly Night.

Oh.

Hey, Santa's
a psychosexual killer.

Tuna on white.
Huh?

Thank you.

That guy your boyfriend?

No, he's my roommate.

Hi.
- Hey.

Uh, I'd like a roast beef on white with tomato and mayo.

Hi, Iris.

Hi, Gerald.

Here you go, lover.

Enjoy.

I can't come up.

What? Why? No, no, no.

I told you about that memoir I bought,
from the Navajo girl?

Remember, the pageant
on the reservation?

Yeah, I was literally one hour away from the first pre-release,

and I find out she's
an Orange County Korean,

headed to Penn.

Wow.

Teenage girls
are fucking batshit.

Well, can't you
just make it fiction?

That's so disgusting.

That's what I'm doing tonight,

rewriting all the press releases, blah, blah, blah.

How's your writing going?

What, you want a word count?

I should go.
I have a long night ahead of me.

Bye.

Bye.

Don't.

I'll call you tomorrow morning.

Don't stay out too late.

And if their lawyer calls,
you do not talk to him, okay?

I mean it. Catherine,
this is serious.

You know what?
Maybe we shouldn't go.

What? No.
Oh, my God, Dad, go.

It's...
I won't talk to anyone.

I'll be with Mae.

Iris.

I'll be fine.

Jesus.

Hi.
Hi, Jack.

How are you?

Uh, good.
Good, good. Good.

Have you seen Iris?

Uh, Iris?
Yeah, she just left.

She went to have dinner
at her thesis advisor's.

Dinner? Oh.

Well, you know,
she was wearing a very small skirt,

and she took
a really long shower.

Oh? Was it a suede skirt?

Uh-huh.

You know that's her
"fuck me" skirt?

Interesting.

Yeah.

Um...

Is that your boyfriend?

Well, that's Che Guevara.
And I'm not gay.

And if I were,
it wouldn't be with a man in a beret.

Nice.

Uh...

Sorry, uh,
what are you doing now?

I don't know.

Um, it's nice seeing you.

See you.

Hang on!

- Hey.
- Hi.

How you doing?
Good.

Come on in.
How are you?

I'm good.
Yeah?

Sorry it's so hot in here.

I'm sweating like a pig.

Um, ice cream.

You're a gentleman.

I mean,
I get it for free,

in the sense I just
steal it from work.

I hope you believe as I do that,
as Americans, we're obliged to consume

mass amounts of unusable carbohydrates that numb our brains

and make us better television watchers,
'cause I'm making pasta.

Mmm.

Food of my people.

You look Irish.

I also look innocent.

What can I get you?

Can I have a vodka soda?
Sure.

And can I order something,
a drink for someone?

Absolutely.

The guy with the blue hat.

Whatever he drinks.
Okay.

Thanks.

- Yo, Billy.
- Yeah?

Just take it.

All right, look,
you need to leave.

Can I just talk to you?

I don't even want to publish another book,
you know.

I mean,
nobody needs some white guy with poor vision

and an Ivy League degree
getting all the luck.

Some kid in a rundown mobile home might not have a chance.

I can't let that happen.

So I'm just
gonna stagnate.

I loved your books.

Yeah, thanks.

No, no, no, I'm okay.

So, you like
the Polish poets?

Is that what your work is like?
Yes.

The intersection of poetic lyricism and existential darkness?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Mmm, no.

Yeah, good idea.
Good idea.

Good idea.

How old are you?

Forty.

I'll be right back.

Okay.
Okay?

Okay, just a sec.

A-ha!

Found you.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey.

Beauty.

Can I
just say this? I don't...

I wish it were me
instead of Mae. I...

I can't sleep
without dreaming of her.

I don't deserve to be here.
I wish I...

I wish I could've swung the car around so it were me instead of her.

You know I wasn't drunk.
I wasn't high. It just happened.

It was just a bad turn.

Hey,
you know, my parents...

My sister is gone.

I know.
All right?

There's no fucking
changing it for them.

You have your whole life to get over this.

I swear to God I won't...
Now get fuck away from me, Catherine.

Get the fuck
away from me!

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Come on.

Hey.

Hello.

Hi.

Iris.
What?

I just like you.

I like you, too.
Okay?

It feels good.

You have to be quiet.

Hey.

I have to tell
you something, I...

I just...

I can't keep it
from you.

You can tell me.

I mean, you've been MIA,
so I know something's up.

I'm seeing
my thesis advisor.

Seeing him?

I slept with him.
I'm sleeping with him.

He's married.

He's married?

I mean, I know it's wrong.

It's wrong and it's bad,
and it's all of those things but...

It doesn't seem it.

It's shocking because
it's just not you at all.

I know.

How was it?

It was unbelievable.
I mean, it is unbelievable.

It's amazing.

Maybe his wife's a bitch.

I just want
the best for you.

You know?

I know, inevitably,
you're going to get hurt here.

I'm already hurt.

It can't get worse.

I gotta shower.

I'm going over
to his place later.

What's your plan?

I thought we were
hanging out.

I'm sorry.
No, it's fine.

It's gonna be our summer?

You and Professor Feely McGrabby?

And me and me?

No. No.

So, were you in the hospital?
What?

After the accident.
Sorry, that was abrupt.

Oh. Uh...

It's okay.

Uh, I had to have
stitches, yeah.

And, um, Catherine...

They had her on suicide watch for, like,
a week.

She tried
to slit her wrists.

She was just, like,
clawing at herself.

So they had her sedated
through the funeral.

And she, uh,
severed a tendon in her calf in the accident.

So, how's she doing now?

I don't know.

She in therapy?

No, she says
she doesn't need it.

How about you?

I've been
feeling better lately.

Hi.

Oh, you're so hard.

You know, that's just
like a throwaway line,

but when you say it,
I know why it's a classic.

Oh, my God.

Oh. Oh!

Babe, wait!
You're gonna make me come. Fuck!

Jesus.

That's another classic.

Shh, shh.
I won't shh.

Are you like this
with all the boys?

I was a virgin.

Yeah, I can tell.

I'm actually not
like this at all.

- This way.
- Wait.

What?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop.

What? What is that?

Oh, please
with the grabbing.

I thought you said
you're not doing it anymore.

I'm not.

No, I'm not.
Guys!

To the pond.
Yes.

It's gonna be beautiful!
I know...

Mmm, you have man hands.

That's what I ordered.
Hmm.

Hey, you want
to meet my dad?

I'm having lunch with him
on campus tomorrow.

I thought
I could bring him by.

"Father, you remember
how I told you

"that I'm not
a little girl anymore?"

He's a nice guy.

I'm not your boyfriend.

A, it's been two weeks.

B, I'm not your boyfriend.

C, I'm a dirty, old man.

And,

D, my wife's coming up.

She's gonna be here all weekend.
She comes up every weekend.

Except the last three
because of work.

Fun.

It's gonna be fun
for all of us.

Just a minute!

Iris.

I'm so fucked!

There's this tool from Brown who's had my book from interlibrary loan

for three weeks.

I think he's dead
in his thesis carrel,

the book under his decaying ass,
and I'll never get it back.

Glad to see you.

As heard.

Gerald's wife is
coming up this weekend.

I'm an asshole.

You're an asshole.

It's only been,
like, two weeks, but still.

How long has he been married?

We don't talk about it.

It's not funny, Catherine.

Let's just smoke
weed all weekend.

Okay. Do you have any?

No, but I'm sure Jack does.

I haven't spoken
to him in, like, a week.

Been staying
at Professor FuckBuddy's.

You look really skinny.

Like, coke-skinny or meth?

Those are my two choices?

Boo!

Just get me some weed.
I need to get my grub on.

Why don't you just come in?
It's gorgeous!

No, I can't swim in this.

Fuck if I care.
Take it off.

Do you care
what I've been up to at all

while you've been sleeping
with Professor Von Slurpy?

Yeah. What?

Professional escort work.

I had a G-spot orgasm
from being on top.

Nice.

Did you pee?

Just now?

No. When you came, hello?

You know, sometimes women,
when they ejaculate,

they think it's urine,
but it's really not.

It's just love potion.

I don't know.

I mean, I get,
like, really wet,

but it's not like a burst or anything.

Oh, my God, you're, like,
all sexed up.

It's insane.
It's like you're possessed. Hmm.

Possessed by Mae.

One of us has gotta
be the slut, right?

Well, you're in lurve,
so it's not actually slutty.

Is it good
with Professor Von Slurpy?

Yeah.

Good.

Come on, get in.

No, I'm just gonna
warm my soul.

Ah, you're never
coming in.

Yo!
Hey.

How was your sleep?

Fine.
Yeah?

Yeah.
I have the paper.

Oh!

Look at all these
tag sales.

Let's go.

Look what I've got.

Really? Like, right here,
right now?

Car pass. I don't want...

Come on, Iris.

'Cause I'm missing

more than just your body.

They eat the whole thing.

Shit.

Henry?
Wait, who'd you kiss?

Yeah, that was, like,
my first spot for make-out.

Well, my first kiss.

Oh, my God, so you're talking, like,
peck on the cheek.

I'm getting so high.

Perfect.

God, Iris, come here.

No.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sexually confused.

How much for this record?
20.

Too much,
it's like... 15?

Deal.

This belongs to us now.

This would make me throb.

20th century Psoriasis...

Sounds like something
my dad would say.

It's got a distinct aroma.

Iris, this is my grandma,
1970s.

It's fucking freaky.

Can you hear me?
Yeah.

That's Von Slurpy.

What?

Yeah, and missus.

Oh, my God.
He's old. Let's go.

Hey.

Iris, hey.

Hi.
Hey.

Hi. Good.
How are you?

Uh, Lisette, this is Iris.

She's one of my students.

I'm advising her
on her thesis.

Catherine. Hi.
Hi.

Hey, nice to meet you.

They, uh, grew up in Ansbury,
just right near here.

Oh! Just such a wonderful place to grow up.
It's so beautiful.

Yeah, it is.

Gerald's a really
great professor.

You know, he's also
a really good bowler.

Uh... Stop.

Where...

I was looking for one of those toasters that pop up,
you know.

Really?

Yeah,
you know, the timer things.

I just gonna go look over here
and see if one's there.

Good to see you guys.
- Bye.

Wow. I'm, like,
really thirsty right now.

Yeah, me, too.

I know, it's hot as balls.

Gerald was saying something
about the smog layer

preventing the heat
from escaping.

That's fucked up.

I'm dying to check out
her linens.

A box over there.
It's nice to meet you guys.

Nice to meet you.

I have to go over there.

This is a hideously
small town.

Mmm.

You want a blowjob in the barn?
That's not funny.

It's a little funny.

Hey, Gerald!

Hey, Catherine, we should go!
Otherwise, we're gonna be...

Yeah, we're gonna be late for church!
- Yeah.

Bye. Nice to meet you.

Bye.
See you.

That was insane.
I'm insane.

Fuck, our record.

Come on. Let's go.

I feel dirty and naughty.

In a bad way.

Our relationship
lives in a dark closet.

It's like a poison mushroom.

I'm sorry.

Why can't we go
out around here?

In a non-touchy way?

Are you 21?

Yeah.

Shit!

Hey, are you in line?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. I'm going.

What?

Wait! Iris!

No. No.
Stop. Stop.

What are you doing with him?
I don't know.

Why would you be with someone that hates you?

It's fucked up!

And you're so happy
with me?

You make it worse!

Why would you say that?
Hey, what are you doing?

I'm doing exactly
what you're doing, Iris.

Not knowing what
the fuck I'm doing!

Okay.
Mmm-hmm.

At least I know
it's not love.

Are you all right?

What's going on?

Let's just go.

I told him I love him.

What? What?
What?

What did he say?

It was so
fucking beautiful.

He said, "I love you" back
and it's so insane.

Don't worry.
I love you, too.

Hey,
we need to get out of the car, guys.

Where's Mae?

We got blood everywhere.

Come on.
We have to go. Come on.

No.
Come on, come on.

We have to go, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I thought you were...

I got you. I've got you,
I've got you. Come on. Come on.

Stop.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I was just driving.

It was nothing.

I just flicked the cigarette out my window,
and it just got away from me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mmm.

I'm sorry.

Hey, hey.

It's Sunday,
we don't have to be talking on the phone.

Hello.

It's the lawyer, Dan.

Are you cold?

What?

Are you cold?

No.

Iris!

Shit!

Shit. Shit.

Iris?

Jesus, Catherine!

They're filing a civil suit.
Mae's parents.

They're suing me
for wrongful death.

Can they do that?

Yeah.

Hey, Lon, do you have
Harvey Faulkner's cell phone?

One of my students
is in legal trouble and

I wanted her to talk to him
as soon as possible.

Can you give me a call?

All right.

My lawyer is fine.

He has a certain...

They can't prove
you did anything wrong.

I didn't.
No, you didn't.

They say Catherine
recently confessed

to averting her eyes
from the road

to toss a cigarette
out the window,

and that after that
she lost control of the car.

That moment,
hands leaving the wheel,

that constitutes a failure
to pay attention to the road.

That's negligence.

Jesus, Catherine!

You told someone that?

Billy!

Billy, please open up.

You wanna talk about it?

There's nothing to talk about.
What do you mean?

Isn't this why
we're here?

So you can be
out of the city,

and watch the bra-less coeds
skip across the lawn

and feel the stirrings
of youth again.

And if it isn't working,
I just wonder if there's something else going on.

There's nothing going on.
I am writing.

How's the Navajo project?

What was the upshot
with Cy?

He said it needed revisions.
It wasn't extreme enough for fiction.

Oh, no.
No, he was right.

That's insane.

I really thought that the pivot that you made was totally brilliant.

So, wait, you are writing?

Yeah.

So...
Wow.

Can I read it?

No.

Why do you need
to read it?

Because I like your work?

No, you don't.

I don't like your work?
I love your work.

No, you don't.
You don't believe I have anything to say.

Anyway, that's not the reason
why you can't read it.

You can't read it 'cause it's too new.
It's too fragile.

"Fragile."

Like a Faberge egg fragile?

Yeah.

There's ice cream
places open.

I can't.

You want me to go out?
I'll get some and come back.

Okay.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Just stay. You just got here.
You can't even stay the night?

Since we're
starting at 9:00,

I don't want to get up at 6:00 and drive for three hours.

What, you can't say,
"I'd give you Saturday,

"but you'll never
take my Sundays"?

The summer isn't
really going as planned.

No.

I gotta go.

Hey.

Drive carefully.

Billy! Hey.

One second.
What are you doing?

Why would you make it seem like she confessed something to you?

She didn't. You took it
out of context.

Iris.
No, it's not fair.

You know...

Taking money from her parents is not going to make this hurt less.

It's not going
to make it any better.

Yeah, it will.
Yeah, it will. No, it won't!

It won't.
Hey. One sec, Pa.

Hey, you know, we still have to, like,
wake up every day

and go to work
like we're normal.

No one expects you
to be normal.

You think I can just, like,
sit at home and cry all day?

Iris, wake up.

It won't make it right.
Oh, it's never going to be right, Iris.

I'm not an idiot.

I need to talk to her.

Don't you think she needs to talk to someone?

You girls should not be talking until after the trial. Goodbye.

You're incredible.

These are wonderful.

I think...

I'm not what you need.

I think I know more about what I need than you do.

I love you.

Do you know
what this is?

I don't.

This is the moment right before everything falls apart.

I love you,
but that doesn't matter.

It's not Catherine's fault that Mae died,
but that doesn't matter.

This is how it works.
Everything falls apart.

And you just have to keep walking and try not to fall down.

For as long as possible.
Mmm-hmm. Don't say that.

That's not it.

I should go.

You should be inside me
and never leave.

Whatever.

I have hash and it's the Little League final of Newburgh!

Are you ready to weep...

Sorry.

Professor McCann?

Hi.
Hi.

Um, I should get going.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I have

brown nipples.

You left that poem about that stoned toddler...

You left it in a drawer.

What are you doing?

How do you mean?

I don't know.

What I'm doing.

You know
it's not about you.

I hope you understand it's not about you,
Gerald McCann.

For her.
Tell me you understand that on some level.

She's experiencing a crisis based on actual life and death,

and you give her your dick as a present?

Did you think it had
magical healing powers?

It doesn't.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

You used
to be original.

I know.

I fucking know.

Uh, she found a poem
that I wrote about you.

Oh...

And she came up
last night.

What did she...
She went back to the city.

Can I read it?

Yeah.

So, I'm going to take this next semester to go up to Maine.

My parents are moving out of our old
house and they wanted my help, so...

And I need to regroup.

'Cause of me?

Because of me.

I'd do it again
in a second.

I mean, not if it
made it worse for you.

I really hope I didn't
make it worse for you.

Look, it's preposterous for me to be offering you

any kind of life advice, clearly.

Clearly.

But

I know this.

And this is
a kind of prescription.

Okay, and it works.

Um, these people wrote their way out of where you are now.

They came here first.

They figured it out.

Um...

So, Frost, Yeats,
Dylan Thomas. Everything.

Adam Zagajewski,
"Praise the mutilated world."

Dickinson, "I measure every grief I meet with narrow,
probing eyes.

"I wonder if it weighs like mine,
or has an easier size."

Anyway,
there's lots of others.

You can hang onto that.

And then, um...

Send me what you write.

And I'll do the same.

Okay?

Okay.

They waited on the side of the road for emergency services.

They did not have phones,

and they couldn't walk due to their injuries,
so they just waited.

We know they waited
for over an hour.

Catherine, could you
hand me the eggs?

Catherine, will you hand me
some eggs, please?

Jesus!

Fuck!

Jesus.

What the fuck?

I don't even know
my own strength.

Ha!

Yeah,
it's fucking hilarious.

Stay there.

Why do you look like misery?

When there's so much
to be happy about?

It's over with Gerald.

His wife found out.

Did she walk in on you?

No. But she knows it's me.

Are you in love with him?

I don't know.

I couldn't...

I couldn't even touch her.

She was already gone,
Catherine.

I should have been with her.

I should have...

I should have stayed.

I'm so sorry about your love.

Where are you going?

Just wanted to say that we should go out tomorrow.

Don't leave.

It's the night
before my Judgment Day.

Let's live while we can.

Catherine.

Fuck off!

What the fuck?

The only true compass
to the morass of American life

is to trust your own
personal set of ethics.

He doesn't
want to see you.

- Hey.
- What?

Bartender wants you.

Stop!

Yeah?

We need for you
and your friend to leave.

Why? We didn't do
anything wrong.

Why? Because
I have obligations

to certain customers here,
that's why.

Oh, obligations?

Okay.

Nope. No.

Billy?

Listen, man. Uh-uh.

Let me just speak
to Billy for a second!

Hey, what's going on?

They want us to leave.
Billy has told them to make us leave.

And that's not okay.
No.

Let's just leave,
that's fine. No.

Whoa, Iris, come on.
- No.

Iris, get down!

No, come on! Iris! Iris!
Get off my bar.

Billy, look at me!

Iris, get down!

Fucking look at me!

Fuck you!
- Iris, hey, stop!

Why aren't we just
allowed to be here?

Everyone else
is allowed to be here!

Explain it to me!

Please!

Please tell me why!

I...

It's not fucking fair!

Let go of her!

Get off!
Off my bar!

You're hurting me!

Fucking hurt... Ow!

Are you okay, Iris?

Yeah.

We can take it slowly.

I'm okay.
We're almost there.

Wow,
it's really warm.

Hey.

Hey.

I just...

Um...

I...

I miss you, Mae.

The world isn't
the same without you.

You'll be happy
to know that

my parents said
that if we lose,

they'll have to pay
the settlement

and I'll have
to get a job.

Hopefully it involves
some polyester brand uniform.

If you have
any say in it,

it'll involve
horizontal stripes

and the previous
employee's body odor.

Amen.

I'm so sorry.

I love you so much.

We love you so much.

♪ And when your heart is open

♪ It's an open wound

♪ They said your body's broken

♪ Underneath the moon

♪ I cannot close my eyes

♪ I cannot speak

♪ But I can hear you

♪ Calling to me

♪ They said
you're out of worry

♪ But the night is young

♪ I know you're in no hurry

♪ To the bleak beyond

♪ I cannot feel you moving

♪ I cannot see

♪ But I can hear you

♪ Calling to me