Before I Go (2021) Movie Script
Welcome to Family Drug Mart,
big chain discounts with
small family values.
Do you have a family rewards
card?
I do.
I have it here somewhere.
We can also bring it up
with your phone number.
No, no, I have it here.
I know I do.
Call back up already.
This is ridiculous.
Back up to the registers,
please.
Back up to the registers.
Here it is.
There you go.
Thank you.
Welcome to Family Drug Mart,
big chain values with small
family... values.
God! God!
Hallelujah!
God! God! God! God!
God! God! God!
Hallelujah!
God! God! God! God! God!
Hallelujah!
Hi Dad, what are
you up to?
- I'm just decluttering the
apartment.
- I can come over with a hefty
bag,
it'd be spotless in an hour.
- No, no, no, honey.
I have a process.
Yeah, a hundred
year process.
- Come on.
You know, I'm making headway.
Besides which, you probably have
a date.
It's Friday night.
- Yeah.
Yeah, big date.
Really, with who?
- This guy.
- God.
- A righteous man, good choice.
- All right, I gotta go.
- Wait, wait.
Did you happen to take a brown
washcloth
when you were here last?
- No.
- I wonder if the super came and
stole it.
- No, Dad, the superintendent
did not
come into your apartment
and take a brown washcloth.
- Oh.
Okay.
- I love you, I gotta go.
- Wait, wait, when are you gonna
come over
and take your boxes?
- I don't have any boxes over
there.
- Yes you do.
You have an award that
you won in high school
and some mail that still
comes here for you.
- Just throw all that stuff out.
- You don't want your
award from high school?
- Nope.
- Well, there's a box
of your mother's stuff
that you should go through.
- Why do you have a box
of my mother's things?
- Well, you said you didn't
want it when she died,
so I kept it in case you
changed your mind someday.
- Oh, dad, I haven't
wanted it in 25 years.
I don't think I'm gonna
change my mind now.
- Uh-huh.
You know, some letters she
wrote when you were little.
You don't want those?
- No.
And maybe some music
stuff.
- Just throw it all out, okay?
I gotta go.
- Okay.
I'll hold onto it until
you can go through it.
I love you too.
Bye.
- Bye.
- God. God. God.
Hello, I'm here for the
piano.
Over here.
- Oh wow.
It's even nicer than in the
pictures.
Why are you selling it?
- You got cash?
- Yeah.
- Take it.
- Wait, are you Samantha Miller?
You know, I love your music.
I mean, I used to listen to
your record all the time,
like 20 years ago.
Why didn't you ever make another
one?
- I've been a little busy.
Oh, yeah.
Sorry.
- Hey Samantha, how are ya?
- I'm fine.
How you be do?
How you be do?
How do you do?
How...
How are you be...
How are you be?
- Hi.
S'up boo?
What?
- I said I'm good boo, s'up?
- I have no idea what you're
saying to me.
- You asked me how I was.
You said how are you be?
- I was talking to myself.
- Oh, my bad.
Put your earbuds in and
then no one will know.
- Ear buds?
down
- I think you may be in
the wrong line, ma'am.
- All the same items count as
one item.
Six cans of tuna is one item.
Three cans of tomato sauce, two.
Three boxes of pasta, three.
Two cartons of eggs, four.
This is the 10 items or less
line, right?
Yeah.
And I have four items,
that's less than 10.
So why do you think that
I'm in the wrong line?
- You're fine.
- I'm fine?
I'm fine.
- Yes.
- Let me see what you have.
Let's see.
One, two, three, four, five,
six,
seven, eight, nine, 10, 11 12.
Wow, that's a lot.
13, 14.
I mean, I don't know, 20, 30,
and that's not even half of
them.
So let's agree that,
conservatively speaking,
you have 60 or 70 items, right?
Hm?
Yeah?
So it seems actually that you
are in the wrong line, sir.
Hey, excuse me.
Would you mind using one of
those bikes?
- Why?
- Because this is the only
bike that's in the shade.
Those have a lot of sun on them
because the blinds are broken
and I don't like the sun in my
eyes.
- I'm in the middle of my
workout.
Sorry.
So, how long you work out for?
- I don't know.
An hour, hour and a half.
And how long you been working
out?
- I'm not moving!
- Just go!
Go ahead!
Go!
- The light is against you,
watch where you're going.
- Yeah?
Get off the fucking phone.
- Oh my God.
Are you crazy?
- Asshole.
- Hey!
Hey, hey!
Don't you ever touch my fucking
phone.
- Don't text and drive, it's
selfish and it's dangerous.
- You know, if you weren't an
old lady,
I'd beat the shit out of you.
- Oh, you wanna fight?
Okay, come on, have a fist
fight.
- Okay, fuck you crazy bitch.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, really?
You wanna fucking fight?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- All right, all right, all
right.
Pussy.
- Oh, I see.
Okay.
You wanna have a fight
but you don't really
wanna have a fight,
and I'm ready to fight,
I'm right here, but
you're not doing anything,
so now I'm gonna go.
- Okay yeah, you better walk
away.
Hey hey hey!
- Fuck!
Ow.
- Hey, lady.
Lady! Lady!
Got it all on film
if you want it.
- Oh yeah?
Yeah, let me see.
- What the fuck?
What are you doing?
- Thanks.
Thanks very much.
Asshole.
- What the fuck, are you crazy?
- Yeah, I'm crazy.
- What the fuck is wrong with
you?
- Shut the fuck up.
- Police!
Police!
Police!
the B side
Wait, wait wait.
- Come on.
Are you really
cutting in front of me?
- Hey.
- Do you understand what
people are saying to you?
- Samantha, not this again.
- Because I don't know what
people are talking about.
Like, I mean, why are they even
talking?
This isn't that like age thing,
where suddenly you don't know
what that thing is called
that you sweep dust into with a
broom.
I literally don't know what
people are talking about.
What's happening?
- No.
That doesn't happen to me.
I do understand what
people are saying to me.
I do understand what's
happening.
Come on.
- Let's move.
- I can't do your whole thing
again.
- Excuse me, I didn't realize
that moving to another table
was a whole thing.
Fine, we'll stay here.
- I'm sorry.
I love you.
Deeply.
And I've tried, I really have.
But it's just too draining.
I mean, maybe you need to talk
to someone.
Maybe that will help.
- What do you mean, talk to
someone?
I am talking to someone.
I'm talking to you, my friend.
- You're depressed.
It happens.
Sometimes we need help from a
therapist.
Even go on medication for a
while.
Doesn't have to be forever.
There's no shame in it.
- I'm not depressed.
I don't have to go on
medication.
What do I have to be depressed
about?
- Depression doesn't need a
reason.
And it runs in your family too.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- You told me your mother was
depressed.
- She wasn't depressed,
she just hated herself.
- Are you dating anyone?
- Oh God, no.
- Why not?
- Because I've seen
enough men lie on my couch
in their dirty underwear,
sniffing their balls
and watching the same sports
center
over and over and over again
to last a hundred lifetimes.
No, thank you.
- My boyfriend doesn't do that.
- Yes.
Yes he does.
You just don't see it anymore.
In your brain it's a mirage.
It's a mirage where he's
tentatively listening
to everything that happened in
your day
or he's reading a book
or going down on you
with the same enthusiasm
that he did
when you guys first met.
- I really think you need some
help.
- You can go now.
- Look, I just wanna be having
some fun.
You should wanna have some fun.
- Right.
- I mean shit's hard enough,
and life is getting shorter
fast.
- Yeah, I get that.
- What did you do to your ankle?
- Just having some fun.
Excuse me, do you mind?
It's a dustpan.
The thing you sweep
dirt into with a broom.
- You should go to the hospital.
For your ankle.
- Dustpan.
- Discharge papers.
I gave you Vicodin for the pain.
Is there anyone here
who can take you home?
Husband, boyfriend, kid?
- How many years of your life
would you be willing to subtract
to be able to fly for 10
seconds?
One?
Five?
I'm talking about the end of
your life,
like if God said,
"Okay, you're 50,
you're gonna live to be a
hundred."
How many years would
you be willing to trade
to fly for 10 seconds?
I'd trade 'em all.
I've been an atheist my whole
life.
And I've been willing
to be wrong about that
the entire time.
It didn't matter either way.
My life was so full of beautiful
things,
I didn't need to ascribe
any grander meaning to it.
It was just psychedelic all by
itself.
Little things.
Big things.
Great things.
Awful things.
Just all full of meaning.
And that's the best you can
ask for, a meaningful life.
But all that's gone now.
All the meaning I've been given
in this lifetime has
been used up.
I don't wanna fall in love
anymore.
I don't wanna fuck anymore.
I don't wanna write any more
songs.
I have said everything I wanted
to say.
You know, I wanted to have kids.
If I met someone and fell in
love
and they were an expression of
that love.
A family.
Christmas presents.
Halloween.
I had a few great loves in my
life,
but you know, they didn't turn
into that.
I'm exhausted.
It's all I could do to lift my
handful
of pills to my mouth to kill
myself,
let alone live a whole
nother half a lifetime.
So you gotta give me something
new or I'm outta here.
10 second flight.
Something.
- All right guys, you're
wrapped for today.
If you have costumes, make sure
to leave them with wardrobe
and hand in your vouchers
before heading out.
And remember, an important
thing for tomorrow,
you're extras.
You guys are extras.
Your lips should be moving but
no sounds
should be coming out of your
mouths.
Okay?
Awesome.
Great job today.
Thanks guys.
Another jumper.
Nah, this lady
didn't jump, she was pushed.
You think?
I know.
- Gotta tell you man, this
job is starting to get to me.
What do you think,
that's 125 feet up there?
- Yeah, no, I'm fine.
How you be do?
- No, no, no.
You're not supposed to
talk, just mouthing.
- Sorry to see you leave us.
What are you gonna do now?
- Oh, you know, same as here.
Be part of the anonymous
background of life.
Even better, I won't have
to talk or listen to anyone
say even one single word.
- Ah, you're retiring.
Congratulations.
Florida?
The beach every day?
Who's luckier than you?
- Nobody.
- Okay, but are they gonna be
great or they gonna be like...
I think the pitching is wrong.
- Hi.
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah, listen.
So like if you were really a
priest
and somebody asked you what
I asked you last night,
what would you tell them?
- I'm not a real priest,
I'm just an extra.
I'm wearing a costume.
- No, yeah, obviously
I know that, you know,
but, just pretend you were a
priest
and somebody said to you what
I said to you last night.
What would you say?
- I don't think that's allowed.
I think that might even be like
illegal,
impersonating a cop kind of
thing.
- Sir, I'm not gonna call the
cops or the pope or anybody.
If you could just answer this
one question
and I promise I won't ask
you anything else ever again.
You're not gonna go to jail
and you're not going to hell.
I promise.
- Okay.
I guess I'd say look harder
before you go.
I mean, if you really think
that nothing matters anymore,
this is all we got.
At least try to look
harder and make damn sure
one last time before you go.
Something like that.
I don't know, that's stupid.
I don't know.
I have no idea.
- No, no, it's good.
- Yeah, I mean, look harder
one more time before I go.
I could sign up for that.
- No, no, no, I'm not...
I thought we were pretending.
I'm not telling you to do that.
Please don't do that.
- Relax, relax.
No, relax.
I am not gonna hold you
responsible
no matter what the outcome.
- Okay.
Hi guy.
Look at you go.
There you go, miss.
Hey.
Get.
Not today guys.
Oh, God.
All right, well, meet someone
special.
Stop.
Okay.
Create user profile.
Okay.
Choose photo.
Hmm, no.
I don't think so.
About me.
I like fixing things and I'm
handy handy handy handy handy.
There we go.
Create username.
Before I go.
Yay.
Oh, fuck.
This is ridiculous.
Let's try something else.
Let's see.
45 to 60, oh geez.
Okay, that's better.
Fun, fun, fun.
Mountain climbing, horseback
riding, skiing for outside fun.
Movies, romantic dinners,
game nights at microbreweries
for inside fun, which really
means I love
sitting on your couch
in my dirty underwear,
sniffing my balls while
watching the same sports center
over and over and over again.
Right?
Yes.
I have a headache anyway.
Unbelievable.
- Are you having trouble getting
online?
- What?
- Oh, it sounds as if you're
having trouble getting online.
- No, I'm good.
Thank you.
- If you forgot the password, I
can-
- No, I didn't forget anything.
I don't need anything.
I'm just trying to have
my cup of coffee please.
- Oh.
Excuse me.
Miss big fancy actress.
- What?
- I saw you acting in the
movie across the street.
- I'm not a big fancy actress.
I'm just a woman having
a cup of coffee.
- Oh, so we're not supposed to
even speak
to the big fancy actress.
Even if we're just the little
people
who sometimes forget passwords
and are just trying to help.
- Another jumper.
- No, this lady didn't
jump, she was pushed.
- You think?
- I know.
- Oh big fancy actresses
who deign to have coffee
with the plebeians.
We're so humbled to be in your
presence.
- We're sorry for any
inconvenience,
but if you could not yell at the
actors,
that would be great.
Thank you so much.
- What show is this,
"Law & Order"?
Something like that.
- I like CSI better.
Because the actresses are better
and don't fancy themselves
to be Dame Judi Dench.
- Cut!
Cut!
What the...
Why isn't this locked up?
- You can't yell like that.
They're allowed to be
filming here.
- An actress mistreated
me and I have every right
to express myself.
- What actress mistreated you?
- That woman right there.
The one next to the priest.
- The one in the crowd
behind the police tape?
- Yes, that woman!
- I don't think he's gonna stop.
Your best bet is just to
lose the extra.
- Sorry.
Good luck.
- It's solid, man.
This is like a totally...
It's practically new and look-
- Yeah practically it's broken.
Look at this.
What are you talking
about?
A burn here.
The thing is a mess.
That's not a burn,
that's just part of the wood,
man.
- Come down.
- 40 bucks.
Okay, 30 bucks.
30 bucks.
- Come on.
- 20.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- 20 seems fair-
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Hey, honey, when did you
get here?
- Just in the nick of time.
You're not taking that trash
home.
- It is not trash.
- I thought the point was to
declutter, not add clutter.
- Well, this will help me.
You see, to take all
the stuff off the table
in your own room and
store it in one place.
- But you don't need to store
it.
You need to go through
it and throw it away.
All right, sir.
My father will not be needing
your help.
- Oh, so you're gonna help me
get it home?
- I will not.
- All right then, let's go.
Come on.
- No, no, no.
- Okay, here, wait, hold on.
Here's 20 bucks to not help
my father take it home.
- Come on, no, no, stop it,
honey.
- Okay, I won't take it.
Don't pay him.
- Oh, come on, man.
- Come on, I'll walk you home.
- Well can I get a couple bucks
at least,
like for my time?
- What, from the time
we took away from you
studying for the bar?
- Oh, that's fucked up.
- Be nice, honey.
Come on.
What happened to your foot here?
- Just having some fun.
- Hey, you want this dresser?
It's 40 bucks.
- Ever thought about what you
would do
with all the hours created by
not decluttering every day?
- No.
- Well think about it.
What could you do that you
loved?
What could you do with all that
free time?
- I could worry more, I guess.
- I'm proud of you not
bringing that trash home.
- Oh I couldn't have done it
without you.
Why don't you come up and
go through your boxes?
- Dad, I'm busy.
- That's what you always say.
- I know, I promise I'll
come over this week.
Okay?
I love you.
- I love you too.
Put it right...
Put it right here.
Oh good.
That's it.
Thanks.
- Oh, it's like a museum in
here.
- Oh, thank you kind sir.
- It's amazing.
Thank you.
You renew my faith in
the younger generation.
You know an appreciation for old
things
proves character in one.
Oh, thanks for helping me, man.
- Yeah, thank you.
No problem.
Really.
- Hey.
Sal around?
- Sal died about five years ago.
- No.
Yeah.
- I'm sorry.
Amazing, I've been eating your
pizza
since I was a little kid.
Since like the old place
down on 95th Street,
near the symphony space.
It's a Starbucks now.
Yeah.
Are you related?
- I'm Carmine's grand nephew
I guess you would say.
- Well, they taught you well.
Still the best slice in town.
- Thank you.
- And you know what was really
cool too
is that you guys never
delivered.
They could have made a
mint but they were like,
you know what, you want pizza,
get off your ass and come and
get it.
- Yeah, it's different now
though.
We're actually looking to
hire someone to deliver.
- Yeah, I saw that.
Yeah.
- How much?
10 bucks an hour, plus
tips.
- Okay.
I'll take it.
- Okay.
- What?
No, come on.
- You can get around okay?
- Oh yeah, this is nothing.
- All right, let's see what you
got.
- All right.
300 Riverside Drive.
- Yeah, right onto 102nd Street.
- All right.
- Hi.
- Hi, sorry for the delay.
- No problem.
- You had the extra cheese,
right?
- Yes, thanks.
- That's $22.
- Oh.
Oh, sorry, I thought it was
just 20.
Hold on.
- Did you check it for spiders?
- The pizza?
- Yeah.
I do not like spiders.
No, sir.
- No spiders.
Just extra cheese.
- But did you check it?
You know, no matter where you
are,
you're never more than four
feet away from a spider.
They hide.
- Oh, I did not know that.
- Oh, sorry for the wait.
There are no spiders on the
pizza, honey.
They checked.
- Watch.
No spiders.
Just extra cheese.
- Yay.
No spiders on the pizza!
- Sorry about that.
- That's okay, I don't
like spiders either.
- Thank you.
Good night.
- All right.
Hey, do you have any fresh
turkey pate?
- Oh, no I'm sorry.
We only have it in the can.
In the can?
- Yeah, it's over there by the
tuna fish.
- Mm.
Mm mm mm mm.
Hello.
Hi, Samantha Miller?
- Yes.
I'm calling
from the 50 is the new 30
dating website.
We see you're a new member
and wanted to know how it's
going.
Have you had many dates?
Is there anyone you like?
Now, if you haven't enough
suitors,
we noticed you didn't post a
picture
and research shows people with a
picture
get 3000% greater response.
- I need to go.
My God, I'm eating cat food, I
gotta go!
Ughhh.
What are you doing?
It's cold out here.
Come here.
Come in here.
What's the matter, you hungry?
You got no more food left in
there?
What do worms eat?
Fruit and veggie scraps,
coffee grounds and egg shells.
Okay, that we can handle.
All right.
Look what I got for you.
We got some banana peel.
And we got a little egg shell.
There you go.
Bon appetit.
- Apple crumble, very hot,
with two scoops of chocolate ice
cream.
- Make it three scoops.
You got it.
- You look beautiful.
Even more so than your picture.
That's excellent.
- Excuse me?
- No, I stand by my original
statement.
You are even prettier in
person, even with the...
- Yeah, I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, I'm Walt, from the
website.
- I don't usually meet someone
if they haven't posted a
picture,
but I had a feeling about
you and I was right.
- Apple crumble with three
scoops of chocolate ice cream.
Very hot.
- Mm-hmm.
The dating website.
We said that we were gonna meet
here at 7,
have a drink or pie.
That's cool too.
- Yeah.
I think you have me
confused with somebody else.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Come on, my pictures were
accurate.
I took them last week.
You don't think I look like
that guy?
Look, I'm the same weight, the
same height, same exact age.
You know?
This is no bait and switch.
- Yes, sir?
- Really?
I'll have what she's having,
but vanilla ice cream.
I know this can be weird.
- What can?
- Meeting people like this.
Dating like this.
- Yeah, I wouldn't know.
I've never done it.
- Oh.
Oh, well, okay.
Okay, that explains it.
That makes sense.
- Yeah, really?
Okay.
Tell me.
- May I?
Maybe you're nervous
and you wanna back out.
That's totally normal
until you get used to it.
- Isn't the point to meet
somebody the first time
so you don't have to get
used to it?
- Of course.
But that can take a while.
- No, not with me.
I know instantly.
- Really?
You've never been wrong.
- I haven't had a second date in
10 years.
- So you know from hello.
- From before that.
It's about the smell.
- That's great.
I smell fantastic.
- You do.
You smell great.
So?
- But you don't smell
like the love of my life.
- Oh, come on.
- I'm sorry, really, but life is
short.
I respect your life.
I don't wanna waste your time.
- You're aware that you have
lipstick smeared on your face.
- You would still fuck me.
- Well...
- You might even still marry me.
- That I don't know about.
- But either way, the
decision wouldn't be based on
the fact that on her first
internet date
I had lipstick smeared
on the side of my face.
It would just be something
in the cute quirky column
but not enough to make you
propose to me,
or something weird and
slightly off putting
but not enough for you to
not keep dating me, right?
- Okay.
- So why waste my time
or our precious time
with that question?
- Because your answer would
help me get to know you better.
- But we're not gonna get
to know each other better.
I just said that.
So then it just becomes
about you continuing
to hit on me even though I
told you I wasn't interested.
Okay.
Look, I gave this a chance.
I gave you a chance.
You know, you're handsome.
You're probably a fine
person, a catch even.
But I have no interest.
I really am more preoccupied
with whether or not
my pie is getting cold than
whether or not you like me.
Not a good sign
- A chance.
You gave me a chance to get
smelled.
No offense, but that's
kind of a tight window
to wriggle through, given your
criteria.
- There we go.
There it is.
It took a little while to
show up, but here we go.
You know better than me
how I should live my life.
- No, no, no.
That's not what I meant.
- Listen, I tried to
masturbate the other night
and I stopped halfway through
because I had a headache.
I'm making up excuses not
to have sex with myself.
Where do you think that
leaves you?
- So not even a conversation
to get to know each other.
- Fine.
A conversation to get to
know each other better.
Is that what you want?
Okay.
Hi, my name is Walt.
I went to school.
Oh really?
I went to school too.
What do you do now?
Oh, I do this.
What do you do?
I do that.
Oh my gosh.
You're amazing.
Why are you still single?
I don't know.
Why are you still single?
In, out, in, out, in, out, in,
out.
Faster, faster, faster,
faster, faster, faster.
- Faster?
- Yeah.
Okay, maybe slower.
- Slower?
- Yeah.
- Want me to go down on you
again?
- Oh.
Okay.
Do you feel good?
- Yeah.
All right, come here.
Come here, come here.
Yeah.
- Was I not doing it right?
- No, you're so good at that.
You really are.
You're a really good lover.
You're kind and attentive and
skilled.
Really skilled.
Really.
Yeah.
- You're just not into it, are
you?
- I'm not.
But I'm giving it the
good old college try.
I'm just here.
- What's wrong, do you think?
- I'm just not sure if reheating
the leftover apple
crumble pie a second time
is gonna make it taste weird.
- I gave you new ice cream.
- Thank you, Javier.
- Well, at least I know it's not
personal.
You treat everybody like shit.
Your date was cute.
He didn't deserve that
treatment.
No wonder you got fired.
You have a serious attitude
problem.
I'm sure that translates to the
set.
Big fancy actress gets fired
from her
big, fancy, CSI type show.
You know, not everyone is
blessed with enough talent
to make a career in the
business.
You should count your lucky
stars
and show some gratitude to thems
that got you where you are.
- Sir.
I am sorry if I insulted you in
any way.
I am not an actress.
I don't have a career in the
business.
Now can I just eat my pie in
peace?
- Now, see, was that so hard?
To act all civil-like.
Maybe you ain't such a varmint
after all.
- Why are you talking like
you're in an old Western movie?
- Do you love old Western
movies?
I love old Western movies.
I love all old movies.
Hey, are you in any old movies?
Obviously not really old
cause you're too young,
but sorta old, maybe as a child
actor.
- I'm not an actress.
I've never been an actress.
- Then why were you
shooting that CSI episode?
I seen you there, hombre.
- Can you please stop talking
like that?
Can I get a check?
- Sure.
- You're no fun.
I did see you shooting
that episode though.
- I'm an extra, that's all.
- Did you really get fired?
- Yeah.
- I feel bad now.
- It's fine.
- Hey, let me make it up to you.
- No, really.
- No, I have a job for you.
It's an easy $300, which
is a might bit more
than you were making on
that other job over yonder.
- Thank you, but no.
- I promise I'm not a weirdo.
Well, at least not the scary
kind.
Come on, little missy.
It'll be fun.
Who is it?
- It's me, Rhett.
- Well, what a nice surprise.
Come in.
- Hello, Scarlet.
I brought you a fine fancy new
chapeau from Paris, France.
- Rhett, I really can't
continue taking these presents,
though you are very kind.
- I'm not being kind, Scarlet.
I'm just teasing you.
And I never give anything
without expecting
something in return.
And I always get what I want.
- If you think I'll walk
down the nuptials aisle
cupid-like with you just
to pay for the bonnet,
I will not.
- Don't kid yourself, Scarlet.
You know I'm not the marrying
type of man.
- Well, I certainly
will not kiss you for it
if that's what you're expecting.
- Fine.
I'm not gonna kiss you, Scarlet.
Although that's what you need.
You need a lot of kissing,
little missy.
And more than once, by someone
who knows
when good kissing is real
kissing.
- You're a really self-centered,
cold hearted scallywag,
Rhett Butler, and I
don't know why I let you
come visit me out yonder.
- I'll tell you why, Scarlet.
Cause I'm the only man
over 18 and under 80
who's around to show you when a
hootenanny
would become a hoedown.
- It's actually a hoedown
is worth a hootenanny.
- Oh, worth it, damn it.
I'm the only man over 18 and
under 80
who's around to show you when a
hoedown...
Hoedown.
- When a hoedown is worth a
hootenanny.
When a hoedown is worth a
hootenanny.
You're very entertaining.
I'm sorry that you never made
it.
- Oh, that's okay.
You know what one little
turn of the Rubik's cube
and the universe would have
made me Lawrence Olivier
and him me.
I still have fun.
So, que cera cera, little lady.
Hey, you wanna read
another scene tomorrow?
- Hi honey.
- Hey, uhh
Did you and my mother love
each other?
- Course, very much.
- Then like, how come you got
divorced
when I was just a little kid?
- We were both so crazy and
young.
I was 23, I think my mother was
I mean, we just weren't ready.
- I was born three months
after you got married
and you were Catholic.
Is that why you got married,
cause she got pregnant?
- No.
We got married because we were
in love
and we wanted to have a family.
- So I was planned.
- Well, not really.
I mean, but when your
mother became pregnant
we both were overjoyed,
of course.
- Yeah?
You sure you didn't just keep
me cause you keep everything?
- No.
Don't be silly.
I mean, I actually had
you secretly baptized
for Christ sakes.
- What?
What are you talking about?
- Well, for some reason, your
mother didn't want to do it.
And so one night when she was
out
I had the priest come over and
he baptized you in the tub.
- In the house?
- The bathroom tub.
- So I've been officially
Catholic my whole life
and I never knew it?
- Well, I didn't want
you to have to go to hell
if you died as a baby, so of
course.
- That's why they baptize
people?
Oh come on, you know
this.
- No.
I'm not Catholic.
We didn't go to church.
You didn't raise me Catholic.
You guys were hippies.
I'm not Catholic.
At least, I didn't know
I was until just now.
- Well, you were born with
original sin,
I had to take care of it.
- Wow.
Okay.
So why didn't my mother want me
baptized?
- I don't remember.
- Obviously because she didn't
care
if I went to hell or not.
Classic.
- Oh, come on.
That's not true.
- Okay, well, any other
bombs you wanna drop on me?
Now's the time.
- No, that's it.
Listen, can you come over?
Bring some Nemos?
I have Haagen-Dazs.
And you can go through your
boxes.
- I'm going to bed, I'll talk to
you soon.
- All right, come over anyway.
You don't have to go
through the boxes tonight.
- It's okay.
I'm going to bed.
- All right.
Night, I love you.
- I love you too.
- But, if you happen to come
out,
would you leave a chocolate
Nemo with the doorman, please?
Even if you don't really wanna
come up?
- Dad, I'm going to bed.
I'm not going out for Nemos.
- Okay.
I love you.
- Yeah.
- Oh, thank you sir.
Look what we got.
Nemos!
Stop mommy,
I wanna sing it with you.
Do you know the
words?
Perfect.
and love the live long day
fading in here on the ground
you speak me the sound
no I'm far from love
much but I'm alive right now
- Honey, no no no.
That's not nice, not while
the woman is playing.
- But, I wanna play here.
- I know baby, I know,
but not now.
Later, okay?
Hey.
- Hi.
- She's amazing huh?
She's here all the time.
I'm surprised nobody's
snatched her up
and given her a record deal.
- Good luck with that.
- Yeah.
It's a tough business I'm sure.
- We met before.
I delivered pizza to you.
- Oh yeah.
I remember.
You live in the neighborhood?
- Yeah, my whole life.
Hi.
We haven't been formally
introduced.
My name is Samantha.
- Harrison.
- That's a neat name.
- Thanks.
I'm named after The Beatles.
- "While My Guitar Gently
Weeps", my favorite Beatles
song.
Kinda long for a kid's name,
so I figured I'd name
her after its writer.
- It's a very cool name.
Are you a musician?
- I wish.
I'm a teacher.
Chloe.
- Samantha.
Do you know how to play
your mom's favorite song?
No?
It's a very hard song.
- Can you teach me?
- Can I teach you?
- Harrison.
- Well, I can, I can teach her.
- Can she, mom?
- Well...
You're a music teacher?
- No, but I used to...
The pizza delivery thing
is just a short gig.
I'm figuring things out.
This is way too much
information,
but yes, I can teach her.
- Hey, are you sure you can keep
up?
I don't mean to be a dick,
but they can't get cold.
- Yeah, no, I'm sorry.
I'm gonna be faster.
- All right.
Look, when there's three of them
you gotta put 'em in
sideways like this, okay?
Yeah.
- Yoo-hoo.
Where'd you go?
It's me, Samantha.
Came to visit you.
Here, try some Sal's pizza.
You want some Sal's pizza?
It's the best pizza in New York.
Yeah, you already knew that.
All right.
- Hey, this is going to
350 West 101 Broadway.
- Yeah, between West End and
Riverside.
- Hey, what do you got for me?
- Listen, I'm really sorry but I
just...
I just don't think it's
working out.
- I understand.
- Yeah, maybe when your foot
gets better.
- No, it's all right, I
completely understand.
I had a blast.
Tell Carmine I said hi, huh?
- Yeah, will do.
- You're a noble young man,
keeping up the family work.
It's a lost art.
The world needs more people like
you.
- Thanks.
You be well.
till it's gone
lost
something wonderful
things
- Oh, don't stop there.
That's my favorite part.
I should have put two and two
together.
I have no idea why I didn't
recognize you.
Your music has meant
so much to me.
- Thank you.
- Your first record is one of
my all time favorite albums.
I still have it on vinyl.
- That's about the only
way you could have it.
- Okay, I finished my
schoolwork.
Can we start now?
- Yes.
Hey, could you teach her your
song?
The one you were just playing.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I can teach her that.
- Harrison, Samantha is
one of my favorite singers.
You know the record I always
play?
The one you like too.
You'll know the song when she
plays it.
- That one.
- Oh yeah.
Yes, yes, yes!
I wanna play that.
- Okay.
Go ahead.
No, this one.
This one, this one.
Oh yeah, I
remember.
Thank you guys.
Thank you so much.
- It's okay, we can go to
another corner.
- Wait, hang on a second.
Hi, I got a favor.
I have this little girl,
she's very talented and...
- Okay.
- What did you tell her?
- Nothing.
- All right everyone.
So I have a special guest with
me today,
and I would love for her
to come up and play a song.
Harrison, you wanna come up?
- Now, mom?
- Go.
- Hey, you wanna play something
for us?
Wait, actually, no.
Why don't you play for
your first real gig?
You can use it.
- Really?
Yeah, uh-huh.
- I'm more nervous
than both of you.
- Spiders she's afraid of.
This she can handle.
till it's gone
lost
something wonderful
say
late
just a minute
Can I check the mail?
- Yeah.
I can't thank you enough.
I mean, she's been talking
about being a rock star
since she was, I don't know,
born.
Her first word might've been
rockstar.
- Yeah?
- I mean, you made her dream
come true.
- I didn't really do anything.
You know, she's a good kid
and she's really talented.
- She'd love it.
I mean, I'd love it if
you kept working with her.
It'd be our honor.
- I'd like to, and I
mean no offense, but I...
And I have great respect for
what you do
and what all teachers do,
but I just always wanted
to be the one on the stage.
- I get it.
Teaching's not for everyone.
Well, give a call if you ever
wanna
grab a coffee or something.
I promise I won't act like a
babbling fan.
That's out of my system now.
- Okay, cool.
- Nothing good.
Just junk.
- Okay, well say goodbye to
Samantha.
- Bye.
- You did really good.
- When's the next lesson?
I wanna learn another song
for my next performance.
- Samantha has things
she has to do.
She can't have another lesson.
But we'll see her soon, I'm
sure.
- Okay.
- Okay, well, thank you.
Okay.
- See ya.
- Bye.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Which one's yours?
- The little girl with the pink
vest on,
about to go down the slide,
after she pushes that little...
Hope!
Don't push him out of the way.
It's his turn now.
He's ahead of you.
You get to go next.
- But he's hogging it!
- What a beautiful thing
to name a little girl Hope.
I wonder how hearing that over
and over again my whole life
would have changed my
point of view.
- My turn!
- Get away from me!
- Or not.
My father has been trying to
slay his demons for 60 years.
He had Gestalt therapy in the
seventies.
Jungian workshops in the
eighties.
Prayer and meditation
groups in the nineties
and 12 step programs ever since.
Nobody has tried harder
than my father to change.
His mother used to lock him
in closets when he was a kid.
Yeah.
Maybe that's why he
keeps his closet so full
so nobody can lock him in there,
and his apartment is so packed
with stuff
so that nobody could get to him.
His own little fortresses
of private memories
that only he can control.
She didn't hold him
either, when he was little.
It's strange how something so
small
can make the world
unsafe forever.
But I'm sure you hold Hope.
I'm sorry.
All right.
You're not on an extra, are you?
I mean...
I mean this isn't a film set,
is it?
- Good luck to you.
- Okay.
- And your father.
- Thank you.
The same to you, two, both.
Hope.
- Okay.
- Dude, what are you doing?
You can't do this, it's
mucho dangerous out here.
Come on.
Go in there.
Dig a little hole.
Down in the deep, where
no one can get to you.
Seriously?
Come on.
I'll help you.
Here.
A little hole started for you.
All right then, you
wanna be an adventurer?
Did my best, you're on your own.
- Hi, honey.
What a nice surprise.
Come in.
- How are you, dad?
- I'm great, I'm great.
I'm decluttering, making
headway, you know,
little by little.
- You know you've been
decluttering for 50 years
and nothing ever changes.
- Well, that's not true.
- Give me one hour
and a hefty bag
and I'll have this place
spotless.
- No, no, no, no, no, honey.
It's too stressful that way.
- Where are the garbage bags?
No, honey, no.
No, no, no, no.
- I need the ice cream.
Seriously, no, honey.
- Have some Haagen Dazs,
it makes you docile.
- No, no.
You gotta do it my way, my time.
- Okay.
Okay.
Dad, I just want you to be
happy.
I want you to do things
that you love to do.
- I love decluttering.
- I know you do.
I just came by to see if
you want these things.
It's pictures of you and mom
and me when I was a baby.
- Why don't you want them
anymore?
- I don't know.
I just...
I'm just clearing things out.
- Oh.
Smart.
Make room for new things, huh?
- Or new no things.
- You dating anyone?
- Nope.
- Are you playing anywhere soon?
Making any new records?
That new thing, download.
Are you making any songs to
download?
- No, Dad, I'm giving all that
a break.
- Sounds like you're
giving everything a break.
- Yeah, I am.
I gotta go.
I just wanted to see if
you wanted any of this.
- Yeah, you know, I'd
appreciate it if you keep it.
You know, they're your pictures.
I don't want any more boxes
here.
- Okay.
I'll throw it away then.
- No.
No, no, no.
I'll put it in the front hall.
Hey, look, here's your mom's
box.
You can go through it now.
- Not now, Dad.
- Come on, it's right in front
of you,
take you two seconds.
- Do you know that I am the
exact age
that she was when she died?
- No.
- Yes.
- It's so sad that she died so
young.
She was such a lover of life.
She was so talented.
- She was a misanthrope.
- That is patently untrue.
She loved so many things.
She loved playing the piano.
She loved you to death.
She was so proud of you.
- She didn't even know
what I did.
- She went to every one of your
shows.
- That is bullshit.
I never saw her once at any of
my shows.
- That's because she was
afraid you'd be nervous
if you knew she was there.
So she'd hide in the
back and then she'd leave
right after you were done.
Look, look.
Look at these programs and...
- This is from Boston.
- Well, I told you, if you
played anywhere around here,
she would go.
- You know what, she gave
up her dream when I was born
and she hated me for it.
- That is not true.
You were the most important
thing to her,
she wanted you to succeed.
- Yeah, well, if she did support
me,
it would have been nice to
know about it in my lifetime.
Does shit for me now.
- People do what they can.
Please remember her with some
kindness.
She died a rough death.
- Well, she should have
picked a more ladylike way
to kill herself than a shotgun.
- Are you sure you didn't
take that brown washcloth
when you were here last?
- I didn't.
I gotta go, Dad.
I'll throw this away.
- No, you may regret you did
someday.
- You were always a really good
dad.
I love you.
- You were always a good
daughter.
And I love you.
- God?
Are you here?
Are you real?
I guess there's only one
way to know for sure.
Yeah, hi Dad, what's up?
Hi honey, I just
FaceTime you.
- Yeah I know, I can't video
right now.
Why not?
- I just can't.
- You know, when I was
a kid I was terrified
of getting drafted and
having to go to war.
Every night I'd wake up
with the same nightmare
of being stabbed in the stomach
with a bayonet by a Nazi.
And my father would say,
"Son, you're a little boy,
you don't have to worry about
going to war, I promise."
And I'd cry in his arms and feel
safe.
But you know, after a while
he had to turn out the lights
and leave me there.
And from the core of my being,
I felt I'd been taken to war
and my father couldn't protect
me.
He tried his best, but
my father didn't know
what to say to make me not be
scared.
Now, you might not remember
this, but you were six...
I think it was six.
And you had your first
nightmare, screaming in terror.
And your mother went into your
room
and I asked her what happened.
And she said you had a nightmare
that you would have to go to
Vietnam to fight and be killed.
I mean, I had chills.
I asked your mother what she
said to make you stop crying
and she said she'd promised
that she'd take you
to see John Lennon in
Madison Square Garden.
You were so excited that you
forgot about your nightmare
and he never brought
up going to war again.
Your mother only wanted you to
feel safe,
and she knew how to do that and
that's why
you've always been such
a courageous woman,
because your mother never let
the fear get ahold of you.
Something she unfortunately
couldn't do for herself.
- I don't remember dreaming
about the war.
I just don't remember my
mother ever comforting me.
- Yeah, but you do remember
going to Madison Square Garden
to see John Lennon.
Of course.
- And you believed that
was possible for you.
- Yeah.
So in the spirit of
everything
that was great about your
mother,
let's both be brave.
You get a hefty bag,
and I'll let you help
me declutter the house.
And you go through the
box your mom left you.
- You brought my mother's
box in after I left?
- Of course.
And bring lots of Nemos
and Haagen Dazs too.
- Okay, I will.
- Okay.
See you later.
- Asked and answered.
Ah.
Oh, man.
All right, it's gonna be okay.
We got this.
Okay.
Let's see.
Can worms live half squashed?
The rear half will always die
and the front half may live
to become another whole worm!
This is called regeneration!
All right, the front
part must be long enough
to contain the clitellum.
I hate to sound like a high
school boy,
or most adult men for that
matter,
but where the hell is your
clitellum?
All right, come on.
It was a stupid joke.
I was just trying to lighten
up the mood a little bit.
Okay, so take a little sip,
cause this is gonna hurt a
little bit.
There you go.
All right.
You're gonna be okay.
Okay, Dad.
What do we got going on here?
We got Oscar's 1985,
Oscars 1986, Oscars 1987.
Garbage, Dad.
- Now that I need.
No!
- Oh, come on.
- And look what we have here.
- I feel terrible.
Mom's box.
- Oh.
Dear Samantha.
I'm in Africa.
I'm sorry you can't be with me.
Happy 5th birthday.
I'm not throwing any of this
away.
Good.
- Okay.
- Are you having trouble getting
online?
- I am.
Do you know the password?
- Oh, sure.
It's Bar Dahlia 1-3.
- Holy tarnation.
Jimminy Cricket, it worked
partner.
Much obliged.
- Have you seen
"Gone With The Wind"?
- Well, I've always relied
on the kindness of strangers.
- Close enough.
So...
- Do you wanna switch?
Take this bike?
- No, that's okay.
Thank you.
- It's really no problem.
- I'm good.
- Hey, I'm sorry I was
a dick before.
I don't know, I forget
how to act sometimes.
- Yeah, I completely understand.
It's not as easy as it looks.
- Yeah, thanks.
Hey, do you wanna grab
a drink sometime, maybe?
- Let's not get crazy.
- All right, fair enough.
on the ground
sound
though I'm far from love
much but I'm alive right now
right now
place
me
to stay
though I'm far from love
much but I'm alive right now
down from such
big chain discounts with
small family values.
Do you have a family rewards
card?
I do.
I have it here somewhere.
We can also bring it up
with your phone number.
No, no, I have it here.
I know I do.
Call back up already.
This is ridiculous.
Back up to the registers,
please.
Back up to the registers.
Here it is.
There you go.
Thank you.
Welcome to Family Drug Mart,
big chain values with small
family... values.
God! God!
Hallelujah!
God! God! God! God!
God! God! God!
Hallelujah!
God! God! God! God! God!
Hallelujah!
Hi Dad, what are
you up to?
- I'm just decluttering the
apartment.
- I can come over with a hefty
bag,
it'd be spotless in an hour.
- No, no, no, honey.
I have a process.
Yeah, a hundred
year process.
- Come on.
You know, I'm making headway.
Besides which, you probably have
a date.
It's Friday night.
- Yeah.
Yeah, big date.
Really, with who?
- This guy.
- God.
- A righteous man, good choice.
- All right, I gotta go.
- Wait, wait.
Did you happen to take a brown
washcloth
when you were here last?
- No.
- I wonder if the super came and
stole it.
- No, Dad, the superintendent
did not
come into your apartment
and take a brown washcloth.
- Oh.
Okay.
- I love you, I gotta go.
- Wait, wait, when are you gonna
come over
and take your boxes?
- I don't have any boxes over
there.
- Yes you do.
You have an award that
you won in high school
and some mail that still
comes here for you.
- Just throw all that stuff out.
- You don't want your
award from high school?
- Nope.
- Well, there's a box
of your mother's stuff
that you should go through.
- Why do you have a box
of my mother's things?
- Well, you said you didn't
want it when she died,
so I kept it in case you
changed your mind someday.
- Oh, dad, I haven't
wanted it in 25 years.
I don't think I'm gonna
change my mind now.
- Uh-huh.
You know, some letters she
wrote when you were little.
You don't want those?
- No.
And maybe some music
stuff.
- Just throw it all out, okay?
I gotta go.
- Okay.
I'll hold onto it until
you can go through it.
I love you too.
Bye.
- Bye.
- God. God. God.
Hello, I'm here for the
piano.
Over here.
- Oh wow.
It's even nicer than in the
pictures.
Why are you selling it?
- You got cash?
- Yeah.
- Take it.
- Wait, are you Samantha Miller?
You know, I love your music.
I mean, I used to listen to
your record all the time,
like 20 years ago.
Why didn't you ever make another
one?
- I've been a little busy.
Oh, yeah.
Sorry.
- Hey Samantha, how are ya?
- I'm fine.
How you be do?
How you be do?
How do you do?
How...
How are you be...
How are you be?
- Hi.
S'up boo?
What?
- I said I'm good boo, s'up?
- I have no idea what you're
saying to me.
- You asked me how I was.
You said how are you be?
- I was talking to myself.
- Oh, my bad.
Put your earbuds in and
then no one will know.
- Ear buds?
down
- I think you may be in
the wrong line, ma'am.
- All the same items count as
one item.
Six cans of tuna is one item.
Three cans of tomato sauce, two.
Three boxes of pasta, three.
Two cartons of eggs, four.
This is the 10 items or less
line, right?
Yeah.
And I have four items,
that's less than 10.
So why do you think that
I'm in the wrong line?
- You're fine.
- I'm fine?
I'm fine.
- Yes.
- Let me see what you have.
Let's see.
One, two, three, four, five,
six,
seven, eight, nine, 10, 11 12.
Wow, that's a lot.
13, 14.
I mean, I don't know, 20, 30,
and that's not even half of
them.
So let's agree that,
conservatively speaking,
you have 60 or 70 items, right?
Hm?
Yeah?
So it seems actually that you
are in the wrong line, sir.
Hey, excuse me.
Would you mind using one of
those bikes?
- Why?
- Because this is the only
bike that's in the shade.
Those have a lot of sun on them
because the blinds are broken
and I don't like the sun in my
eyes.
- I'm in the middle of my
workout.
Sorry.
So, how long you work out for?
- I don't know.
An hour, hour and a half.
And how long you been working
out?
- I'm not moving!
- Just go!
Go ahead!
Go!
- The light is against you,
watch where you're going.
- Yeah?
Get off the fucking phone.
- Oh my God.
Are you crazy?
- Asshole.
- Hey!
Hey, hey!
Don't you ever touch my fucking
phone.
- Don't text and drive, it's
selfish and it's dangerous.
- You know, if you weren't an
old lady,
I'd beat the shit out of you.
- Oh, you wanna fight?
Okay, come on, have a fist
fight.
- Okay, fuck you crazy bitch.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, really?
You wanna fucking fight?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- All right, all right, all
right.
Pussy.
- Oh, I see.
Okay.
You wanna have a fight
but you don't really
wanna have a fight,
and I'm ready to fight,
I'm right here, but
you're not doing anything,
so now I'm gonna go.
- Okay yeah, you better walk
away.
Hey hey hey!
- Fuck!
Ow.
- Hey, lady.
Lady! Lady!
Got it all on film
if you want it.
- Oh yeah?
Yeah, let me see.
- What the fuck?
What are you doing?
- Thanks.
Thanks very much.
Asshole.
- What the fuck, are you crazy?
- Yeah, I'm crazy.
- What the fuck is wrong with
you?
- Shut the fuck up.
- Police!
Police!
Police!
the B side
Wait, wait wait.
- Come on.
Are you really
cutting in front of me?
- Hey.
- Do you understand what
people are saying to you?
- Samantha, not this again.
- Because I don't know what
people are talking about.
Like, I mean, why are they even
talking?
This isn't that like age thing,
where suddenly you don't know
what that thing is called
that you sweep dust into with a
broom.
I literally don't know what
people are talking about.
What's happening?
- No.
That doesn't happen to me.
I do understand what
people are saying to me.
I do understand what's
happening.
Come on.
- Let's move.
- I can't do your whole thing
again.
- Excuse me, I didn't realize
that moving to another table
was a whole thing.
Fine, we'll stay here.
- I'm sorry.
I love you.
Deeply.
And I've tried, I really have.
But it's just too draining.
I mean, maybe you need to talk
to someone.
Maybe that will help.
- What do you mean, talk to
someone?
I am talking to someone.
I'm talking to you, my friend.
- You're depressed.
It happens.
Sometimes we need help from a
therapist.
Even go on medication for a
while.
Doesn't have to be forever.
There's no shame in it.
- I'm not depressed.
I don't have to go on
medication.
What do I have to be depressed
about?
- Depression doesn't need a
reason.
And it runs in your family too.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- You told me your mother was
depressed.
- She wasn't depressed,
she just hated herself.
- Are you dating anyone?
- Oh God, no.
- Why not?
- Because I've seen
enough men lie on my couch
in their dirty underwear,
sniffing their balls
and watching the same sports
center
over and over and over again
to last a hundred lifetimes.
No, thank you.
- My boyfriend doesn't do that.
- Yes.
Yes he does.
You just don't see it anymore.
In your brain it's a mirage.
It's a mirage where he's
tentatively listening
to everything that happened in
your day
or he's reading a book
or going down on you
with the same enthusiasm
that he did
when you guys first met.
- I really think you need some
help.
- You can go now.
- Look, I just wanna be having
some fun.
You should wanna have some fun.
- Right.
- I mean shit's hard enough,
and life is getting shorter
fast.
- Yeah, I get that.
- What did you do to your ankle?
- Just having some fun.
Excuse me, do you mind?
It's a dustpan.
The thing you sweep
dirt into with a broom.
- You should go to the hospital.
For your ankle.
- Dustpan.
- Discharge papers.
I gave you Vicodin for the pain.
Is there anyone here
who can take you home?
Husband, boyfriend, kid?
- How many years of your life
would you be willing to subtract
to be able to fly for 10
seconds?
One?
Five?
I'm talking about the end of
your life,
like if God said,
"Okay, you're 50,
you're gonna live to be a
hundred."
How many years would
you be willing to trade
to fly for 10 seconds?
I'd trade 'em all.
I've been an atheist my whole
life.
And I've been willing
to be wrong about that
the entire time.
It didn't matter either way.
My life was so full of beautiful
things,
I didn't need to ascribe
any grander meaning to it.
It was just psychedelic all by
itself.
Little things.
Big things.
Great things.
Awful things.
Just all full of meaning.
And that's the best you can
ask for, a meaningful life.
But all that's gone now.
All the meaning I've been given
in this lifetime has
been used up.
I don't wanna fall in love
anymore.
I don't wanna fuck anymore.
I don't wanna write any more
songs.
I have said everything I wanted
to say.
You know, I wanted to have kids.
If I met someone and fell in
love
and they were an expression of
that love.
A family.
Christmas presents.
Halloween.
I had a few great loves in my
life,
but you know, they didn't turn
into that.
I'm exhausted.
It's all I could do to lift my
handful
of pills to my mouth to kill
myself,
let alone live a whole
nother half a lifetime.
So you gotta give me something
new or I'm outta here.
10 second flight.
Something.
- All right guys, you're
wrapped for today.
If you have costumes, make sure
to leave them with wardrobe
and hand in your vouchers
before heading out.
And remember, an important
thing for tomorrow,
you're extras.
You guys are extras.
Your lips should be moving but
no sounds
should be coming out of your
mouths.
Okay?
Awesome.
Great job today.
Thanks guys.
Another jumper.
Nah, this lady
didn't jump, she was pushed.
You think?
I know.
- Gotta tell you man, this
job is starting to get to me.
What do you think,
that's 125 feet up there?
- Yeah, no, I'm fine.
How you be do?
- No, no, no.
You're not supposed to
talk, just mouthing.
- Sorry to see you leave us.
What are you gonna do now?
- Oh, you know, same as here.
Be part of the anonymous
background of life.
Even better, I won't have
to talk or listen to anyone
say even one single word.
- Ah, you're retiring.
Congratulations.
Florida?
The beach every day?
Who's luckier than you?
- Nobody.
- Okay, but are they gonna be
great or they gonna be like...
I think the pitching is wrong.
- Hi.
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah, listen.
So like if you were really a
priest
and somebody asked you what
I asked you last night,
what would you tell them?
- I'm not a real priest,
I'm just an extra.
I'm wearing a costume.
- No, yeah, obviously
I know that, you know,
but, just pretend you were a
priest
and somebody said to you what
I said to you last night.
What would you say?
- I don't think that's allowed.
I think that might even be like
illegal,
impersonating a cop kind of
thing.
- Sir, I'm not gonna call the
cops or the pope or anybody.
If you could just answer this
one question
and I promise I won't ask
you anything else ever again.
You're not gonna go to jail
and you're not going to hell.
I promise.
- Okay.
I guess I'd say look harder
before you go.
I mean, if you really think
that nothing matters anymore,
this is all we got.
At least try to look
harder and make damn sure
one last time before you go.
Something like that.
I don't know, that's stupid.
I don't know.
I have no idea.
- No, no, it's good.
- Yeah, I mean, look harder
one more time before I go.
I could sign up for that.
- No, no, no, I'm not...
I thought we were pretending.
I'm not telling you to do that.
Please don't do that.
- Relax, relax.
No, relax.
I am not gonna hold you
responsible
no matter what the outcome.
- Okay.
Hi guy.
Look at you go.
There you go, miss.
Hey.
Get.
Not today guys.
Oh, God.
All right, well, meet someone
special.
Stop.
Okay.
Create user profile.
Okay.
Choose photo.
Hmm, no.
I don't think so.
About me.
I like fixing things and I'm
handy handy handy handy handy.
There we go.
Create username.
Before I go.
Yay.
Oh, fuck.
This is ridiculous.
Let's try something else.
Let's see.
45 to 60, oh geez.
Okay, that's better.
Fun, fun, fun.
Mountain climbing, horseback
riding, skiing for outside fun.
Movies, romantic dinners,
game nights at microbreweries
for inside fun, which really
means I love
sitting on your couch
in my dirty underwear,
sniffing my balls while
watching the same sports center
over and over and over again.
Right?
Yes.
I have a headache anyway.
Unbelievable.
- Are you having trouble getting
online?
- What?
- Oh, it sounds as if you're
having trouble getting online.
- No, I'm good.
Thank you.
- If you forgot the password, I
can-
- No, I didn't forget anything.
I don't need anything.
I'm just trying to have
my cup of coffee please.
- Oh.
Excuse me.
Miss big fancy actress.
- What?
- I saw you acting in the
movie across the street.
- I'm not a big fancy actress.
I'm just a woman having
a cup of coffee.
- Oh, so we're not supposed to
even speak
to the big fancy actress.
Even if we're just the little
people
who sometimes forget passwords
and are just trying to help.
- Another jumper.
- No, this lady didn't
jump, she was pushed.
- You think?
- I know.
- Oh big fancy actresses
who deign to have coffee
with the plebeians.
We're so humbled to be in your
presence.
- We're sorry for any
inconvenience,
but if you could not yell at the
actors,
that would be great.
Thank you so much.
- What show is this,
"Law & Order"?
Something like that.
- I like CSI better.
Because the actresses are better
and don't fancy themselves
to be Dame Judi Dench.
- Cut!
Cut!
What the...
Why isn't this locked up?
- You can't yell like that.
They're allowed to be
filming here.
- An actress mistreated
me and I have every right
to express myself.
- What actress mistreated you?
- That woman right there.
The one next to the priest.
- The one in the crowd
behind the police tape?
- Yes, that woman!
- I don't think he's gonna stop.
Your best bet is just to
lose the extra.
- Sorry.
Good luck.
- It's solid, man.
This is like a totally...
It's practically new and look-
- Yeah practically it's broken.
Look at this.
What are you talking
about?
A burn here.
The thing is a mess.
That's not a burn,
that's just part of the wood,
man.
- Come down.
- 40 bucks.
Okay, 30 bucks.
30 bucks.
- Come on.
- 20.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- 20 seems fair-
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Hey, honey, when did you
get here?
- Just in the nick of time.
You're not taking that trash
home.
- It is not trash.
- I thought the point was to
declutter, not add clutter.
- Well, this will help me.
You see, to take all
the stuff off the table
in your own room and
store it in one place.
- But you don't need to store
it.
You need to go through
it and throw it away.
All right, sir.
My father will not be needing
your help.
- Oh, so you're gonna help me
get it home?
- I will not.
- All right then, let's go.
Come on.
- No, no, no.
- Okay, here, wait, hold on.
Here's 20 bucks to not help
my father take it home.
- Come on, no, no, stop it,
honey.
- Okay, I won't take it.
Don't pay him.
- Oh, come on, man.
- Come on, I'll walk you home.
- Well can I get a couple bucks
at least,
like for my time?
- What, from the time
we took away from you
studying for the bar?
- Oh, that's fucked up.
- Be nice, honey.
Come on.
What happened to your foot here?
- Just having some fun.
- Hey, you want this dresser?
It's 40 bucks.
- Ever thought about what you
would do
with all the hours created by
not decluttering every day?
- No.
- Well think about it.
What could you do that you
loved?
What could you do with all that
free time?
- I could worry more, I guess.
- I'm proud of you not
bringing that trash home.
- Oh I couldn't have done it
without you.
Why don't you come up and
go through your boxes?
- Dad, I'm busy.
- That's what you always say.
- I know, I promise I'll
come over this week.
Okay?
I love you.
- I love you too.
Put it right...
Put it right here.
Oh good.
That's it.
Thanks.
- Oh, it's like a museum in
here.
- Oh, thank you kind sir.
- It's amazing.
Thank you.
You renew my faith in
the younger generation.
You know an appreciation for old
things
proves character in one.
Oh, thanks for helping me, man.
- Yeah, thank you.
No problem.
Really.
- Hey.
Sal around?
- Sal died about five years ago.
- No.
Yeah.
- I'm sorry.
Amazing, I've been eating your
pizza
since I was a little kid.
Since like the old place
down on 95th Street,
near the symphony space.
It's a Starbucks now.
Yeah.
Are you related?
- I'm Carmine's grand nephew
I guess you would say.
- Well, they taught you well.
Still the best slice in town.
- Thank you.
- And you know what was really
cool too
is that you guys never
delivered.
They could have made a
mint but they were like,
you know what, you want pizza,
get off your ass and come and
get it.
- Yeah, it's different now
though.
We're actually looking to
hire someone to deliver.
- Yeah, I saw that.
Yeah.
- How much?
10 bucks an hour, plus
tips.
- Okay.
I'll take it.
- Okay.
- What?
No, come on.
- You can get around okay?
- Oh yeah, this is nothing.
- All right, let's see what you
got.
- All right.
300 Riverside Drive.
- Yeah, right onto 102nd Street.
- All right.
- Hi.
- Hi, sorry for the delay.
- No problem.
- You had the extra cheese,
right?
- Yes, thanks.
- That's $22.
- Oh.
Oh, sorry, I thought it was
just 20.
Hold on.
- Did you check it for spiders?
- The pizza?
- Yeah.
I do not like spiders.
No, sir.
- No spiders.
Just extra cheese.
- But did you check it?
You know, no matter where you
are,
you're never more than four
feet away from a spider.
They hide.
- Oh, I did not know that.
- Oh, sorry for the wait.
There are no spiders on the
pizza, honey.
They checked.
- Watch.
No spiders.
Just extra cheese.
- Yay.
No spiders on the pizza!
- Sorry about that.
- That's okay, I don't
like spiders either.
- Thank you.
Good night.
- All right.
Hey, do you have any fresh
turkey pate?
- Oh, no I'm sorry.
We only have it in the can.
In the can?
- Yeah, it's over there by the
tuna fish.
- Mm.
Mm mm mm mm.
Hello.
Hi, Samantha Miller?
- Yes.
I'm calling
from the 50 is the new 30
dating website.
We see you're a new member
and wanted to know how it's
going.
Have you had many dates?
Is there anyone you like?
Now, if you haven't enough
suitors,
we noticed you didn't post a
picture
and research shows people with a
picture
get 3000% greater response.
- I need to go.
My God, I'm eating cat food, I
gotta go!
Ughhh.
What are you doing?
It's cold out here.
Come here.
Come in here.
What's the matter, you hungry?
You got no more food left in
there?
What do worms eat?
Fruit and veggie scraps,
coffee grounds and egg shells.
Okay, that we can handle.
All right.
Look what I got for you.
We got some banana peel.
And we got a little egg shell.
There you go.
Bon appetit.
- Apple crumble, very hot,
with two scoops of chocolate ice
cream.
- Make it three scoops.
You got it.
- You look beautiful.
Even more so than your picture.
That's excellent.
- Excuse me?
- No, I stand by my original
statement.
You are even prettier in
person, even with the...
- Yeah, I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, I'm Walt, from the
website.
- I don't usually meet someone
if they haven't posted a
picture,
but I had a feeling about
you and I was right.
- Apple crumble with three
scoops of chocolate ice cream.
Very hot.
- Mm-hmm.
The dating website.
We said that we were gonna meet
here at 7,
have a drink or pie.
That's cool too.
- Yeah.
I think you have me
confused with somebody else.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Come on, my pictures were
accurate.
I took them last week.
You don't think I look like
that guy?
Look, I'm the same weight, the
same height, same exact age.
You know?
This is no bait and switch.
- Yes, sir?
- Really?
I'll have what she's having,
but vanilla ice cream.
I know this can be weird.
- What can?
- Meeting people like this.
Dating like this.
- Yeah, I wouldn't know.
I've never done it.
- Oh.
Oh, well, okay.
Okay, that explains it.
That makes sense.
- Yeah, really?
Okay.
Tell me.
- May I?
Maybe you're nervous
and you wanna back out.
That's totally normal
until you get used to it.
- Isn't the point to meet
somebody the first time
so you don't have to get
used to it?
- Of course.
But that can take a while.
- No, not with me.
I know instantly.
- Really?
You've never been wrong.
- I haven't had a second date in
10 years.
- So you know from hello.
- From before that.
It's about the smell.
- That's great.
I smell fantastic.
- You do.
You smell great.
So?
- But you don't smell
like the love of my life.
- Oh, come on.
- I'm sorry, really, but life is
short.
I respect your life.
I don't wanna waste your time.
- You're aware that you have
lipstick smeared on your face.
- You would still fuck me.
- Well...
- You might even still marry me.
- That I don't know about.
- But either way, the
decision wouldn't be based on
the fact that on her first
internet date
I had lipstick smeared
on the side of my face.
It would just be something
in the cute quirky column
but not enough to make you
propose to me,
or something weird and
slightly off putting
but not enough for you to
not keep dating me, right?
- Okay.
- So why waste my time
or our precious time
with that question?
- Because your answer would
help me get to know you better.
- But we're not gonna get
to know each other better.
I just said that.
So then it just becomes
about you continuing
to hit on me even though I
told you I wasn't interested.
Okay.
Look, I gave this a chance.
I gave you a chance.
You know, you're handsome.
You're probably a fine
person, a catch even.
But I have no interest.
I really am more preoccupied
with whether or not
my pie is getting cold than
whether or not you like me.
Not a good sign
- A chance.
You gave me a chance to get
smelled.
No offense, but that's
kind of a tight window
to wriggle through, given your
criteria.
- There we go.
There it is.
It took a little while to
show up, but here we go.
You know better than me
how I should live my life.
- No, no, no.
That's not what I meant.
- Listen, I tried to
masturbate the other night
and I stopped halfway through
because I had a headache.
I'm making up excuses not
to have sex with myself.
Where do you think that
leaves you?
- So not even a conversation
to get to know each other.
- Fine.
A conversation to get to
know each other better.
Is that what you want?
Okay.
Hi, my name is Walt.
I went to school.
Oh really?
I went to school too.
What do you do now?
Oh, I do this.
What do you do?
I do that.
Oh my gosh.
You're amazing.
Why are you still single?
I don't know.
Why are you still single?
In, out, in, out, in, out, in,
out.
Faster, faster, faster,
faster, faster, faster.
- Faster?
- Yeah.
Okay, maybe slower.
- Slower?
- Yeah.
- Want me to go down on you
again?
- Oh.
Okay.
Do you feel good?
- Yeah.
All right, come here.
Come here, come here.
Yeah.
- Was I not doing it right?
- No, you're so good at that.
You really are.
You're a really good lover.
You're kind and attentive and
skilled.
Really skilled.
Really.
Yeah.
- You're just not into it, are
you?
- I'm not.
But I'm giving it the
good old college try.
I'm just here.
- What's wrong, do you think?
- I'm just not sure if reheating
the leftover apple
crumble pie a second time
is gonna make it taste weird.
- I gave you new ice cream.
- Thank you, Javier.
- Well, at least I know it's not
personal.
You treat everybody like shit.
Your date was cute.
He didn't deserve that
treatment.
No wonder you got fired.
You have a serious attitude
problem.
I'm sure that translates to the
set.
Big fancy actress gets fired
from her
big, fancy, CSI type show.
You know, not everyone is
blessed with enough talent
to make a career in the
business.
You should count your lucky
stars
and show some gratitude to thems
that got you where you are.
- Sir.
I am sorry if I insulted you in
any way.
I am not an actress.
I don't have a career in the
business.
Now can I just eat my pie in
peace?
- Now, see, was that so hard?
To act all civil-like.
Maybe you ain't such a varmint
after all.
- Why are you talking like
you're in an old Western movie?
- Do you love old Western
movies?
I love old Western movies.
I love all old movies.
Hey, are you in any old movies?
Obviously not really old
cause you're too young,
but sorta old, maybe as a child
actor.
- I'm not an actress.
I've never been an actress.
- Then why were you
shooting that CSI episode?
I seen you there, hombre.
- Can you please stop talking
like that?
Can I get a check?
- Sure.
- You're no fun.
I did see you shooting
that episode though.
- I'm an extra, that's all.
- Did you really get fired?
- Yeah.
- I feel bad now.
- It's fine.
- Hey, let me make it up to you.
- No, really.
- No, I have a job for you.
It's an easy $300, which
is a might bit more
than you were making on
that other job over yonder.
- Thank you, but no.
- I promise I'm not a weirdo.
Well, at least not the scary
kind.
Come on, little missy.
It'll be fun.
Who is it?
- It's me, Rhett.
- Well, what a nice surprise.
Come in.
- Hello, Scarlet.
I brought you a fine fancy new
chapeau from Paris, France.
- Rhett, I really can't
continue taking these presents,
though you are very kind.
- I'm not being kind, Scarlet.
I'm just teasing you.
And I never give anything
without expecting
something in return.
And I always get what I want.
- If you think I'll walk
down the nuptials aisle
cupid-like with you just
to pay for the bonnet,
I will not.
- Don't kid yourself, Scarlet.
You know I'm not the marrying
type of man.
- Well, I certainly
will not kiss you for it
if that's what you're expecting.
- Fine.
I'm not gonna kiss you, Scarlet.
Although that's what you need.
You need a lot of kissing,
little missy.
And more than once, by someone
who knows
when good kissing is real
kissing.
- You're a really self-centered,
cold hearted scallywag,
Rhett Butler, and I
don't know why I let you
come visit me out yonder.
- I'll tell you why, Scarlet.
Cause I'm the only man
over 18 and under 80
who's around to show you when a
hootenanny
would become a hoedown.
- It's actually a hoedown
is worth a hootenanny.
- Oh, worth it, damn it.
I'm the only man over 18 and
under 80
who's around to show you when a
hoedown...
Hoedown.
- When a hoedown is worth a
hootenanny.
When a hoedown is worth a
hootenanny.
You're very entertaining.
I'm sorry that you never made
it.
- Oh, that's okay.
You know what one little
turn of the Rubik's cube
and the universe would have
made me Lawrence Olivier
and him me.
I still have fun.
So, que cera cera, little lady.
Hey, you wanna read
another scene tomorrow?
- Hi honey.
- Hey, uhh
Did you and my mother love
each other?
- Course, very much.
- Then like, how come you got
divorced
when I was just a little kid?
- We were both so crazy and
young.
I was 23, I think my mother was
I mean, we just weren't ready.
- I was born three months
after you got married
and you were Catholic.
Is that why you got married,
cause she got pregnant?
- No.
We got married because we were
in love
and we wanted to have a family.
- So I was planned.
- Well, not really.
I mean, but when your
mother became pregnant
we both were overjoyed,
of course.
- Yeah?
You sure you didn't just keep
me cause you keep everything?
- No.
Don't be silly.
I mean, I actually had
you secretly baptized
for Christ sakes.
- What?
What are you talking about?
- Well, for some reason, your
mother didn't want to do it.
And so one night when she was
out
I had the priest come over and
he baptized you in the tub.
- In the house?
- The bathroom tub.
- So I've been officially
Catholic my whole life
and I never knew it?
- Well, I didn't want
you to have to go to hell
if you died as a baby, so of
course.
- That's why they baptize
people?
Oh come on, you know
this.
- No.
I'm not Catholic.
We didn't go to church.
You didn't raise me Catholic.
You guys were hippies.
I'm not Catholic.
At least, I didn't know
I was until just now.
- Well, you were born with
original sin,
I had to take care of it.
- Wow.
Okay.
So why didn't my mother want me
baptized?
- I don't remember.
- Obviously because she didn't
care
if I went to hell or not.
Classic.
- Oh, come on.
That's not true.
- Okay, well, any other
bombs you wanna drop on me?
Now's the time.
- No, that's it.
Listen, can you come over?
Bring some Nemos?
I have Haagen-Dazs.
And you can go through your
boxes.
- I'm going to bed, I'll talk to
you soon.
- All right, come over anyway.
You don't have to go
through the boxes tonight.
- It's okay.
I'm going to bed.
- All right.
Night, I love you.
- I love you too.
- But, if you happen to come
out,
would you leave a chocolate
Nemo with the doorman, please?
Even if you don't really wanna
come up?
- Dad, I'm going to bed.
I'm not going out for Nemos.
- Okay.
I love you.
- Yeah.
- Oh, thank you sir.
Look what we got.
Nemos!
Stop mommy,
I wanna sing it with you.
Do you know the
words?
Perfect.
and love the live long day
fading in here on the ground
you speak me the sound
no I'm far from love
much but I'm alive right now
- Honey, no no no.
That's not nice, not while
the woman is playing.
- But, I wanna play here.
- I know baby, I know,
but not now.
Later, okay?
Hey.
- Hi.
- She's amazing huh?
She's here all the time.
I'm surprised nobody's
snatched her up
and given her a record deal.
- Good luck with that.
- Yeah.
It's a tough business I'm sure.
- We met before.
I delivered pizza to you.
- Oh yeah.
I remember.
You live in the neighborhood?
- Yeah, my whole life.
Hi.
We haven't been formally
introduced.
My name is Samantha.
- Harrison.
- That's a neat name.
- Thanks.
I'm named after The Beatles.
- "While My Guitar Gently
Weeps", my favorite Beatles
song.
Kinda long for a kid's name,
so I figured I'd name
her after its writer.
- It's a very cool name.
Are you a musician?
- I wish.
I'm a teacher.
Chloe.
- Samantha.
Do you know how to play
your mom's favorite song?
No?
It's a very hard song.
- Can you teach me?
- Can I teach you?
- Harrison.
- Well, I can, I can teach her.
- Can she, mom?
- Well...
You're a music teacher?
- No, but I used to...
The pizza delivery thing
is just a short gig.
I'm figuring things out.
This is way too much
information,
but yes, I can teach her.
- Hey, are you sure you can keep
up?
I don't mean to be a dick,
but they can't get cold.
- Yeah, no, I'm sorry.
I'm gonna be faster.
- All right.
Look, when there's three of them
you gotta put 'em in
sideways like this, okay?
Yeah.
- Yoo-hoo.
Where'd you go?
It's me, Samantha.
Came to visit you.
Here, try some Sal's pizza.
You want some Sal's pizza?
It's the best pizza in New York.
Yeah, you already knew that.
All right.
- Hey, this is going to
350 West 101 Broadway.
- Yeah, between West End and
Riverside.
- Hey, what do you got for me?
- Listen, I'm really sorry but I
just...
I just don't think it's
working out.
- I understand.
- Yeah, maybe when your foot
gets better.
- No, it's all right, I
completely understand.
I had a blast.
Tell Carmine I said hi, huh?
- Yeah, will do.
- You're a noble young man,
keeping up the family work.
It's a lost art.
The world needs more people like
you.
- Thanks.
You be well.
till it's gone
lost
something wonderful
things
- Oh, don't stop there.
That's my favorite part.
I should have put two and two
together.
I have no idea why I didn't
recognize you.
Your music has meant
so much to me.
- Thank you.
- Your first record is one of
my all time favorite albums.
I still have it on vinyl.
- That's about the only
way you could have it.
- Okay, I finished my
schoolwork.
Can we start now?
- Yes.
Hey, could you teach her your
song?
The one you were just playing.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I can teach her that.
- Harrison, Samantha is
one of my favorite singers.
You know the record I always
play?
The one you like too.
You'll know the song when she
plays it.
- That one.
- Oh yeah.
Yes, yes, yes!
I wanna play that.
- Okay.
Go ahead.
No, this one.
This one, this one.
Oh yeah, I
remember.
Thank you guys.
Thank you so much.
- It's okay, we can go to
another corner.
- Wait, hang on a second.
Hi, I got a favor.
I have this little girl,
she's very talented and...
- Okay.
- What did you tell her?
- Nothing.
- All right everyone.
So I have a special guest with
me today,
and I would love for her
to come up and play a song.
Harrison, you wanna come up?
- Now, mom?
- Go.
- Hey, you wanna play something
for us?
Wait, actually, no.
Why don't you play for
your first real gig?
You can use it.
- Really?
Yeah, uh-huh.
- I'm more nervous
than both of you.
- Spiders she's afraid of.
This she can handle.
till it's gone
lost
something wonderful
say
late
just a minute
Can I check the mail?
- Yeah.
I can't thank you enough.
I mean, she's been talking
about being a rock star
since she was, I don't know,
born.
Her first word might've been
rockstar.
- Yeah?
- I mean, you made her dream
come true.
- I didn't really do anything.
You know, she's a good kid
and she's really talented.
- She'd love it.
I mean, I'd love it if
you kept working with her.
It'd be our honor.
- I'd like to, and I
mean no offense, but I...
And I have great respect for
what you do
and what all teachers do,
but I just always wanted
to be the one on the stage.
- I get it.
Teaching's not for everyone.
Well, give a call if you ever
wanna
grab a coffee or something.
I promise I won't act like a
babbling fan.
That's out of my system now.
- Okay, cool.
- Nothing good.
Just junk.
- Okay, well say goodbye to
Samantha.
- Bye.
- You did really good.
- When's the next lesson?
I wanna learn another song
for my next performance.
- Samantha has things
she has to do.
She can't have another lesson.
But we'll see her soon, I'm
sure.
- Okay.
- Okay, well, thank you.
Okay.
- See ya.
- Bye.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Which one's yours?
- The little girl with the pink
vest on,
about to go down the slide,
after she pushes that little...
Hope!
Don't push him out of the way.
It's his turn now.
He's ahead of you.
You get to go next.
- But he's hogging it!
- What a beautiful thing
to name a little girl Hope.
I wonder how hearing that over
and over again my whole life
would have changed my
point of view.
- My turn!
- Get away from me!
- Or not.
My father has been trying to
slay his demons for 60 years.
He had Gestalt therapy in the
seventies.
Jungian workshops in the
eighties.
Prayer and meditation
groups in the nineties
and 12 step programs ever since.
Nobody has tried harder
than my father to change.
His mother used to lock him
in closets when he was a kid.
Yeah.
Maybe that's why he
keeps his closet so full
so nobody can lock him in there,
and his apartment is so packed
with stuff
so that nobody could get to him.
His own little fortresses
of private memories
that only he can control.
She didn't hold him
either, when he was little.
It's strange how something so
small
can make the world
unsafe forever.
But I'm sure you hold Hope.
I'm sorry.
All right.
You're not on an extra, are you?
I mean...
I mean this isn't a film set,
is it?
- Good luck to you.
- Okay.
- And your father.
- Thank you.
The same to you, two, both.
Hope.
- Okay.
- Dude, what are you doing?
You can't do this, it's
mucho dangerous out here.
Come on.
Go in there.
Dig a little hole.
Down in the deep, where
no one can get to you.
Seriously?
Come on.
I'll help you.
Here.
A little hole started for you.
All right then, you
wanna be an adventurer?
Did my best, you're on your own.
- Hi, honey.
What a nice surprise.
Come in.
- How are you, dad?
- I'm great, I'm great.
I'm decluttering, making
headway, you know,
little by little.
- You know you've been
decluttering for 50 years
and nothing ever changes.
- Well, that's not true.
- Give me one hour
and a hefty bag
and I'll have this place
spotless.
- No, no, no, no, no, honey.
It's too stressful that way.
- Where are the garbage bags?
No, honey, no.
No, no, no, no.
- I need the ice cream.
Seriously, no, honey.
- Have some Haagen Dazs,
it makes you docile.
- No, no.
You gotta do it my way, my time.
- Okay.
Okay.
Dad, I just want you to be
happy.
I want you to do things
that you love to do.
- I love decluttering.
- I know you do.
I just came by to see if
you want these things.
It's pictures of you and mom
and me when I was a baby.
- Why don't you want them
anymore?
- I don't know.
I just...
I'm just clearing things out.
- Oh.
Smart.
Make room for new things, huh?
- Or new no things.
- You dating anyone?
- Nope.
- Are you playing anywhere soon?
Making any new records?
That new thing, download.
Are you making any songs to
download?
- No, Dad, I'm giving all that
a break.
- Sounds like you're
giving everything a break.
- Yeah, I am.
I gotta go.
I just wanted to see if
you wanted any of this.
- Yeah, you know, I'd
appreciate it if you keep it.
You know, they're your pictures.
I don't want any more boxes
here.
- Okay.
I'll throw it away then.
- No.
No, no, no.
I'll put it in the front hall.
Hey, look, here's your mom's
box.
You can go through it now.
- Not now, Dad.
- Come on, it's right in front
of you,
take you two seconds.
- Do you know that I am the
exact age
that she was when she died?
- No.
- Yes.
- It's so sad that she died so
young.
She was such a lover of life.
She was so talented.
- She was a misanthrope.
- That is patently untrue.
She loved so many things.
She loved playing the piano.
She loved you to death.
She was so proud of you.
- She didn't even know
what I did.
- She went to every one of your
shows.
- That is bullshit.
I never saw her once at any of
my shows.
- That's because she was
afraid you'd be nervous
if you knew she was there.
So she'd hide in the
back and then she'd leave
right after you were done.
Look, look.
Look at these programs and...
- This is from Boston.
- Well, I told you, if you
played anywhere around here,
she would go.
- You know what, she gave
up her dream when I was born
and she hated me for it.
- That is not true.
You were the most important
thing to her,
she wanted you to succeed.
- Yeah, well, if she did support
me,
it would have been nice to
know about it in my lifetime.
Does shit for me now.
- People do what they can.
Please remember her with some
kindness.
She died a rough death.
- Well, she should have
picked a more ladylike way
to kill herself than a shotgun.
- Are you sure you didn't
take that brown washcloth
when you were here last?
- I didn't.
I gotta go, Dad.
I'll throw this away.
- No, you may regret you did
someday.
- You were always a really good
dad.
I love you.
- You were always a good
daughter.
And I love you.
- God?
Are you here?
Are you real?
I guess there's only one
way to know for sure.
Yeah, hi Dad, what's up?
Hi honey, I just
FaceTime you.
- Yeah I know, I can't video
right now.
Why not?
- I just can't.
- You know, when I was
a kid I was terrified
of getting drafted and
having to go to war.
Every night I'd wake up
with the same nightmare
of being stabbed in the stomach
with a bayonet by a Nazi.
And my father would say,
"Son, you're a little boy,
you don't have to worry about
going to war, I promise."
And I'd cry in his arms and feel
safe.
But you know, after a while
he had to turn out the lights
and leave me there.
And from the core of my being,
I felt I'd been taken to war
and my father couldn't protect
me.
He tried his best, but
my father didn't know
what to say to make me not be
scared.
Now, you might not remember
this, but you were six...
I think it was six.
And you had your first
nightmare, screaming in terror.
And your mother went into your
room
and I asked her what happened.
And she said you had a nightmare
that you would have to go to
Vietnam to fight and be killed.
I mean, I had chills.
I asked your mother what she
said to make you stop crying
and she said she'd promised
that she'd take you
to see John Lennon in
Madison Square Garden.
You were so excited that you
forgot about your nightmare
and he never brought
up going to war again.
Your mother only wanted you to
feel safe,
and she knew how to do that and
that's why
you've always been such
a courageous woman,
because your mother never let
the fear get ahold of you.
Something she unfortunately
couldn't do for herself.
- I don't remember dreaming
about the war.
I just don't remember my
mother ever comforting me.
- Yeah, but you do remember
going to Madison Square Garden
to see John Lennon.
Of course.
- And you believed that
was possible for you.
- Yeah.
So in the spirit of
everything
that was great about your
mother,
let's both be brave.
You get a hefty bag,
and I'll let you help
me declutter the house.
And you go through the
box your mom left you.
- You brought my mother's
box in after I left?
- Of course.
And bring lots of Nemos
and Haagen Dazs too.
- Okay, I will.
- Okay.
See you later.
- Asked and answered.
Ah.
Oh, man.
All right, it's gonna be okay.
We got this.
Okay.
Let's see.
Can worms live half squashed?
The rear half will always die
and the front half may live
to become another whole worm!
This is called regeneration!
All right, the front
part must be long enough
to contain the clitellum.
I hate to sound like a high
school boy,
or most adult men for that
matter,
but where the hell is your
clitellum?
All right, come on.
It was a stupid joke.
I was just trying to lighten
up the mood a little bit.
Okay, so take a little sip,
cause this is gonna hurt a
little bit.
There you go.
All right.
You're gonna be okay.
Okay, Dad.
What do we got going on here?
We got Oscar's 1985,
Oscars 1986, Oscars 1987.
Garbage, Dad.
- Now that I need.
No!
- Oh, come on.
- And look what we have here.
- I feel terrible.
Mom's box.
- Oh.
Dear Samantha.
I'm in Africa.
I'm sorry you can't be with me.
Happy 5th birthday.
I'm not throwing any of this
away.
Good.
- Okay.
- Are you having trouble getting
online?
- I am.
Do you know the password?
- Oh, sure.
It's Bar Dahlia 1-3.
- Holy tarnation.
Jimminy Cricket, it worked
partner.
Much obliged.
- Have you seen
"Gone With The Wind"?
- Well, I've always relied
on the kindness of strangers.
- Close enough.
So...
- Do you wanna switch?
Take this bike?
- No, that's okay.
Thank you.
- It's really no problem.
- I'm good.
- Hey, I'm sorry I was
a dick before.
I don't know, I forget
how to act sometimes.
- Yeah, I completely understand.
It's not as easy as it looks.
- Yeah, thanks.
Hey, do you wanna grab
a drink sometime, maybe?
- Let's not get crazy.
- All right, fair enough.
on the ground
sound
though I'm far from love
much but I'm alive right now
right now
place
me
to stay
though I'm far from love
much but I'm alive right now
down from such