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It doesn't have to do with anything.

This wouldn't happen at a rest stop if
it didn't happen now, okay?

Okay,

okay, just, you know what? Calm down.
You're getting old. This could mean no

vacation.

Hi. What?

Want to start?

No. You need to use my phone?

No, we got a phone. We're just, uh, just
trying to figure out our options.

We don't know much about cars.

Me neither.

Okay, turn it.

Hey, you got a cigarette?

No. What? Now?

It's just gas and stuff.

Huh? Sorry.

So it could be something major?

No idea, just a trick that works on my
car.

How long are you guys in town?

Supposed to be back tonight, Philly.

Oh, because I know a guy who can come
and work on it here.

Here? Wherever. He's cheap. And he's...
Yeah, he's good.

All right, let me try again.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Fuck!

Wishful thinking, Tyler.

My house is down the way, down the hill.

We could roll it there.

Get off the road? Definitely.

Do you have a bathroom?

Yeah, of course.

We can push while she's still.

I'm fine pushing.

Jesus Christ, Anna, use the brakes. Shut
up, Tyler.

Look, there's a kid or a dog or
something. We're in the middle of the

You're going to ruin your eyes.

Oh, boy.

Thank you so much. Seriously.

I feel like we're the city people
everyone complains about.

No, I'm a city person, too.

I know how it is.

Cars are like women.

Oh, sorry.

The women I've been with. Not their
fault.

Anna compares me to her laptop
sometimes.

Remember when I was infected with that
virus from Russia?

You were infected with a virus. But not
from Russia.

So you're not full -time? Huh? No, I'm
from the city. Oh yeah, what city? New

York? Detroit, Chicago, then New York.
But I travel a lot. I have a ton of

friends in New York. I'm going to Tokyo
next month.

Want me to talk?

Or... If you want to mind.

Can I use the... Down the hall.

It's a nice property.

It's so quiet.

Yep. It's kind of the best part for me.

It's like a rental.

No, I own it.

He's not there.

We can try again in a little bit.

You're welcome to leave it here however
long you need.

Thanks.

More? Sure. He's an addict.

I got it.

Hey, what if we took an Uber back to
the...

We were just there. Not without Allison.

Rachel, call Allison.

No, I'm not going to. Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry.

We were staying with our friend at her
friend's chateau, and now Tyler's

suggesting we break in. Just walk in.
It's open. Yeah, the Williams.

You know the Williams? Is that their
name? The vitamin people.

Allison's friends?

On Salt Hill Road.

You know Allison?

Allison Baker?

Sure. I thought she was in California.

Shit, yeah.

I mean, she's on her way back now,
but... How do you know Allison?

That's where I fucking know you, man.

Facebook.

He's one of her friends. I've seen you
there, right? You made that comment

abortion. You said that if you want to
equate abortion to murder, you might as

well also equate the consumption of
alcohol to... I'm not on Facebook.

Oh.

I mean, you seriously look like this
guy.

But you know Allison.

Yeah, I like Allison.

She's a trip.

She's living to buy a place up here.

Yeah. It's so amazing.

What are the odds?

I've seen that look before.

Inside, she's wishing she could buy him
new clothes, maybe clean the corners of

his mouth, change the video he's
watching to something more wholesome.

Puppets made of organic felt. What's the
matter with his clothes?

Oh, nothing.

I mean, as far as I'm concerned, kids
can basically raise themselves.

I should turn off the iPad.

It's been two hours.

No, no, I actually think TV's a valid
babysitter, or, I mean, Internet or

or whatever it is.

Seriously, the way, uh...

The way economics have shaped our
society, you know, the alienating effect

TV, communicating with and through
devices, for lack of a better word, I

think it's normal and okay.

I mean, that's the odd thing about the
moving image, you know, film.

It's the only art form you're not
supposed to consume.

I mean, you think people in the 1800s
were like, oh my God,

your kid just consumed an entire
Wagnerian opera?

It's way too much curtain time.

Or, uh, what?

All you do is sit around and read?

You're so lazy.

I don't know. Someone with a kid might
not agree.

Is he your kid?

I feel like I'm being talked about.

Oh, I, um, I was just telling... I'm
sorry, man. Is it clip or cliff?

Clip. Clip. Like clip audio.

Clip that you really want to have kids.

Really, Tyler?

What?

They're his cigarettes.

I usually smoke outside, but it's okay
once in a while. He quit last year.

Once in a while, Anna.

So, what's the verdict?

Oh, um, I still think we need to figure
a couple things out.

I'm so sorry about this.

No, no.

There's no way I can do it tomorrow. No
way.

So fucking what? It's not going to come
out of the budget.

I don't know. Call the rental place at 7
a .m. and say you've been trying to

reach them all weekend and you need to
do it Tuesday.

I don't know.

Have a hissy fit or something, all
right? I mean, you're good at that. Yes,

serious.

Okay, fine. I'll do it. I'll call.

Okay.

Tell them I'm five hours away and my
car's broken.

Okay, right. Yeah.

No food tomorrow.

Yeah. I don't know what to do.

Come on, Anna.

I don't think he's sketchy. I didn't say
he was sketchy. Okay, then what is it?

Sort of musty.

The houses.

Too musty?

No. Okay, then what?

I'm just trying to think, Tyler. You're
like the warden in Guantanamo. I'm

fucking freezing.

Anna, I mean, look. Okay.

We don't have enough money for a hotel,
a tow truck. I mean, all that on top of

what could be like a $2 ,000 bill from a
mechanic tomorrow. I want to go to

Costa Rica.

I thought we'd stay here tonight and
we'd use the cheap mechanic tomorrow.

It's funny. This is like the first time
you've actively wanted to spend money

and energy on something fun.

Costa Rica.

No, yeah, I'm excited.

It's a real vacation.

I'm optimistic.

Does this mean I'm getting old?

I hope not too old.

I got a good feeling about this cheap
mechanic.

Hmm.

Do you think that's his kid?

Mechanics?

I mean, I don't know. Look, he's a
babysitter. People entrust their most

precious possessions to babysitters.

Are babysitters de facto good people? I
don't know. Prove me wrong.

The hand that rocks the cradle.

Shaken nanny. Shaken baby nanny.

The perfect nanny, huh? No, they
actually proved shaken baby syndromes

overdiagnosed. There was a series of
articles that came out.

Head injuries that take time to present
themselves.

I'm surprised. I thought you would have
read this series.

I mean, look, we're not babies, okay?

He seems like a nice guy, and I'm
freezing my ass off.

Allison's plane just landed.

She's fucking by Ferris and Facebook or
something?

Sounds like she's breaking up with
someone.

She, like, warning us about this guy,
huh?

Get out of that house.

Now.

Anna? Anna? No, no, no. It's not that.
It's about something.

Yeah, so if I had like two months of
pure focus attention, I think I'd be

to send it out.

That's a good story. Is it a memoir?

Like a hybrid.

It's a novel, though.

Can I use this?

Help yourself.

So, it's been kind of my secret passion
project for the past couple of years.

I mean, I'm a writer, but I mainly do
copy editing for money.

Tyler, when do I add the milk? Before or
after the wine?

Before the wine, when the meat is brown.

Be sure.

Yes. Hold on one second, man.

Milk, broth, wine. I'm sure it's fine,
though. Just let it all simmer.

Okay, yeah. So did Jay call you?

Yeah. Are you sure it's fine, Tyler?
It's getting all chunky.

Tyler?

I'm sure if you let it simmer for an
hour, it'd be good.

Probably doesn't even matter in what
order it goes in.

You cook.

I cook every day.

Yeah, but dude, the reality is the
rental insurance is good for the entire

month, so it doesn't matter when we
shoot as long as we got the papers and

within 30 days.

Yes, we've got the permits.

No, I know I specified those days, but
it was just for the estimate. Trust me,

man, it's like a general thing. I've
done this like a million times before.

What?

Stacy didn't sign off on it? What the
fuck, man?

Okay, okay, okay.

Then I bought us another day.

Man, we would have been fucked if we
tried to shoot tomorrow, am I right?

Okay,

no. No, we still got a scheduled pickup
for Tuesday.

Man, what a fucking shit show, man.

Fuck!

The hell?

Hold on, man. Let me just put you on
speaker, okay?

Man, it's so funny, because right now
I'm in, like, a museum of outdated film

equipment. You're in a museum?

No, I'm in this dude's house in his
closet.

Oh, my God.

Dead hooker?

8 -track player.

Oh, that reminds me. Stacy found some
pretty crazy sweatsuits that we can use

for that flashback scene, and I'm going
to send you a picture now, actually.

You got them?

Aren't those colors insane?

Tyler?

Tyler, you there?

No big deal.

I was robbed last year, so I'm a little
sensitive about charismatic types coming

around. Charismatic?

What's the fruit for that beer?

Moonshine? You used to think I was
charismatic.

Oh, I still do.

Hey, look at this sauce. It looks like
vomit.

Hmm.

It tastes good, though.

I'm sure it's fine, then. I'll just
close my eyes.

Wait, who robbed you? I don't know. I
had a party here, and somebody got out

here with two speakers and a guitar
pedal.

I'm sorry. Not that I think you guys are
going to rob me. I just want to keep

the good habits going. Good to have some
boundaries, especially with the kid

around. I don't understand. What did you
do?

I was snooping. No, he was lost.

See, that is charismatic.

I was snooping.

Deep in honesty is attractive.

See what I'm afraid to take you places?

I wasn't snooping, okay? I was in the
hallway looking for the bathroom. That's

snooping. It's not snooping. All
snooping stories begin with, I was

the bathroom. Ah, I love this shit.

Couples arguments.

This is not an argument, okay? This is
me being scolded.

I love it. Anyways, I wound up in this
small little mysterious room full of old

video and sound equipment, and I looked
around, okay? I wasn't going to steal

anything. I mean, I've never stolen
anything in my life.

Anyway, she's the one you should be more
worried about.

She used to shoplift panties from
Victoria's Secret as a teenager and sell

on Etsy.

You did.

There was no Etsy then.

Clean or use.

Not as sexy as it sounds. She'd show up
wearing those JNCO jeans, you know those

raver pants? She'd walk in and try on
like 50 pairs of panties and then slip

the JNCOs and then just walk out.

There's one time the mall cops caught
her, and they chased her through the

courtyard, and she crashed through that
big glass window outside of Best Buy,

and there were shredded lace everywhere.

It was all over Drudge Records.

Stop it. That's hilarious.

You should put that in your novel. You
should put it in this movie. I mean, he

made it up.

You're a filmmaker?

It's all coming together, isn't it?
Well, um... Yes, he's a filmmaker.

That's why all the film talk. Film talk?
We didn't really... Saying it's cool to

raise kids on TV and movies and or
vlogging.

TV is not good for kids. I'm not a
filmmaker.

Yes, he is.

I'm not a filmmaker. I'm a camera guy in
commercials, essentially.

Oh, yeah? Cool, like for what?

I don't know, like stupid stuff. I guess
Pajamagram's our biggest one, but we

got an online contract with Evian coming
up next month. You know the water

company? I know it.

Commercials are movies.

Mini -movie. No, but that's not what I'm
talking about.

You... I'm not a filmmaker.

Yes, you are.

Okay, have I made a film? No.

Then I'm not a filmmaker!

What? It's not like I'm saying I'm a
serial killer, okay? I just haven't

to make a movie.

Your movie.

But he's written a movie. It comes with
more drafts than my novel, and I call

myself a novelist.

It's older than our relationship,
actually.

But a novel is the writing. There's
nothing more to it. So you're a

mean, I'm not a filmmaker.

Screenplay is just an idea. It's not a
film.

Well, it's nice to feel that way.

It's just an idea.

I mean, you can't even own ideas, all
right? I mean, the only way to prove

idea means anything is to turn it into
something concrete, you know, something

unique and tangible that people can
revisit again and again.

Nice film.

I wouldn't feel bad about it. You just
don't have money. Most of the world

doesn't have money.

I don't feel bad, okay? And how do you
know that most of the world doesn't have

money?

Anybody's a filmmaker just because they
think they are.

Great. Thanks, babe.

I mean, you know, I actually like what I
do.

I like being a DP.

I think there's a world in everything,
you know? Like, if you're an

astronomer... The world's the universe.

You know, if you're a particle
physicist, it's an atom. If you're a

screenwriter, the world's a story. And
for me, it's a shot.

I actually like, after all these years,
too, that I can buy a cheeseburger and

fries and not worry about overdrafting
my pancake.

Which reminds me, shit.

God, Seth, I gotta deal with this.

This is Evian Job.

It's supposed to be tomorrow, kind of a
blessing in disguise, but my AC messed

up the rental insurance. I don't have a
fucking camera.

You need a camera?

I got a camera.

No, I got a camera, too. I need a Red
Epic Dragon to shoot six -day raw.

Or rather, Evian does, which means I
need one, too. I don't have that, but I

a really good camera. It's probably
outdated, but really good.

A friend over at CBS News got it from an
in -house auction, gave it to me.

was going to shoot a music video.

Sounds interesting, like a real
broadcast video?

I don't know the brand.

Like an ENG camera?

Wait, what are you going to do?

What do you think I'm going to do? I'm
going to call Seth.

Hey, I'm going to call Seth.

Hey, where is the bathroom?

Down the hall.

It's like a really important client
could end up paying our rent in a couple

months.

Totally get it.

Another beer?

Thanks.

Dinner should be ready soon.

Thanks again for cooking. It was nice to
take a break.

Yeah, I'm glad we got all that stuff
from the farmer's market.

At least we could do.

Should I get Charlie? Uh, Chuck?

I doubt he's going to eat after all that
cereal.

Hmm, really?

It's up to him.

Well, I guess I'll set the table.

Yo, Tyler.

Come here.

Darling.

No, in here.

Yo, check it out.

Oh, is this the camera? Yeah.

It's the Sony BBW -200.

Check it out.

Oh, man.

It's ancient.

It's amazing.

It's a good camera, right?

Yeah, for its time.

You know, the lens is actually really
good.

Yeah.

Ergonomics are amazing.

What do you think?

You mean for my shoot?

No, no, I couldn't, man.

Everyone would kill me if I shot on this
thing.

They'd probably think it was pretty
cool, but no.

No, they'd have me shoot on, like, the
Red Dragon 6K and then pay, like, 10K in

post to make it look like this.

But it's cool, though.

Does it work?

I think so.

You know, see, this is my kind of
camera.

You know, straightforward, solid, a
little heavy.

This camera's got limits.

I mean, new camera, there's no limits in
a bad way. It's like, uh, like Justin

Bieber or something, you know? I can't
do anything in a sort of malleable

falsetto.

Put it through like a million different
filters, giving it this kind of empty

hedonistic pout.

Modern cameras have a hedonistic pout?

No, this is just my thing is what I'm
saying.

Look, the copyright is 1988.

That's the year I was born. This is
totally my thing.

Can I turn it on?

Try it out.

Oh, you'll probably need to change the
battery.

Maybe I can plug it in.

Can I use one of these tapes?

All yours, man.

I feel like I can't blow my one chance.

But, uh, you're gonna write another.

What? I mean, you're a novelist.

Novelists write novels.

Yeah, but this is my breakout.

It is. Have you submitted it yet? How do
you know?

Hey, guys.

I gotta work.

Sorry. Ooh, we're almost out of wine. Do
you mind?

I got some whiskey if you want. Oh, I
love whiskey.

Hey, do you have an extension cord? The
AC adapter is only like two feet. It's

kind of hard to experiment.

Sure, sure.

Oh, Anna, this camera. Oh, I'm telling
you, I think I can shoot my feature on

it. Why? I thought you were describing
the drones.

What do you mean, drones?

Something simple and straightforward,
you know, like Dogma 95 or something,

know, something raw and analog, you
know, something that moves on a curve,

know, something gradual, evolutionary,
kind of, you know, of this world,

something like that.

What's Dogma 95?

Oh, it's genius, man. It's this
movement. It's like it's from Norway or

I don't know. What was that one that we
saw? What was that called? I don't know.

Some indie film. No, it wasn't an indie
film. Like all those coin aspirational

copycats. Hey, hey.

It was like so honest, you know? It was
like made for cheap, but just so like,

you know.

Do you want wine? I feel like whiskey.

Norway is cool.

Oh, yeah, Norway.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Or is it
Denmark?

Denmark? Norway?

I don't know. What's the difference?

Hey, do you got that extension cord?

Should be one in the equipment room.

Okay, thanks, man.

I think you've inspired him.

Nah.

Sometimes he reminds me of a child.

In a good way. I just wish he could
harness that energy.

How long you been together?

Three years.

Engaged for one.

One for children?

There's just so much to...

Figure out?

I think of childhood as a gift.

What do you mean?

You know how some people seem like
they've been a grown -up forever?

Oh, yeah.

I've always felt the opposite.

Not immature, just... I can recall my
childhood, and I feel lucky to have it

within reach.

The feelings and the values, I can
recall my childhood vividly.

I've always tried to keep it close in a
lot of ways. It's centered me.

It's never been something I've tried to
outrace.

You grew up in Detroit?

Yeah, around Michigan, Midwest, cold,
snow.

The distance between good and evil was
so much shorter than it is now as an

adult. All you had to do was stick your
head out of the door and something

absolutely fantastic happened.

Just waiting for the bus was an event.
Even though it had been repeated almost

every day for many years.

Why? I have no idea.

What was it like?

Every day was like a party.

And the sense of everything that
happened pulsated with excitement and

was predictable.

Nor was it over when the bus came.

It had only just begun for the whole day
stretched out before us.

With the transformation we went through.

when our wet clothes were hanging on the
hooks, and we shuffled into the

classroom in stocking feet with red
cheeks and messy hair, wet at the tips

because it had been outside the hat. The
tingling in our bodies as the break

beckoned, and we ran up the stairs,
through the corridors, down the outside

steps, across the playground, down the
slope, and onto the field.

And afterward, going home, playing
music, reading, perhaps putting on skis

racing down the hill.

Where the others were, and all this at
the intensity that only exists in

childhood.

Standing at the bottom, back up
herringbone style.

Racing down until the darkness was so
dense that we could hardly see the hand

front of our faces and hung over the ski
sticks, chatting about everything and

nothing.

The glimpse of the ice and the bay
covered by a shallow layer of water.

The lights from the houses on the estate
which formed a kind of cupola over the

forest above us.

All the sounds.

The darkness amplified whenever someone
shifted weight and the blue miniskies

scraped against each other and cut into
the soft snow.

The car that came down the narrow gravel
road.

it was a beetle belonging to the people
who lived there a light shining the path

across the ground making everything
spookily visible for a moment or two

and then the darkness closing around us

childhood consists of

an infinity of such moments all equally
compact

Some of them could raise me to dizzying
heights like the evening.

I half ran, half slid down the hill,
which

must have been cleared by the snowplow,
judging by the shiny surface.

And when I arrived at the dark path
between the roads outside our house, I

down in the snow on my back and looked
at the dense, clammy, and lightless

above me. I was utterly happy.

Outdoors, we did what we always do every
spring.

Cut branches off the birch trees, tie
bottles onto the remaining stumps,

them the next day full of light -colored
viscous sap and drink it.

We cut branches off the willow trees and
made flutes from the bark.

We picked large bunches of whitewood
anemones and gave them to our mothers.

Well, we were too big for the latter,
really.

But it was a gesture.

It was us being good.

Then one morning, when we only had three
hours, into the forest I knew a place

where there were so many anemones that
from a distance looked like snow on the

ground.

Not without self -torment, though, for
flowers were living beings.

Picking them was killing them. The cause
was good.

With their help, I could spread
happiness.

The light fell into the shafts through
the branches.

The bog was luminous green, and we each
picked an enormous bunch, which we ran

home with.

When I arrived, Dad was at home. He was
in the laundry room at the bottom of the

house. He turned to me, angry in every
movement.

I picked you some flowers, I said.

He reached out with his hands, took
them, and threw them to the large sink.

Little girls pick flowers, he said.

It struck me with a huge sense of relief
that I would never be returning.

The everything I saw, I was seeing for
the final time.

The houses and places that disappeared
behind me were also disappearing out of

my life for good.

Little did I know that every detail of
this landscape and every single person

living in it would forever be lodged in
my memory with a ring as true as

perfect pitch.

A woman came a while ago in a car.

Maybe it's the kid's mom.

Whoever it is, they're really going at
it.

I thought that was you.

What?

I don't know. Are you smoking?

I'm still drunk.

It's so confusing.

I love you.

How much is once in a while?

You know, a week, two weeks.

Make sure you keep a bottle of distilled
water in the trunk. It should be good.

All right. I can live with that.

Hey, Anna.

You got the cash?

Hey.

Here you go, man.

Thanks, bud. Good luck, okay? Thanks a
lot. Take care.

Oh, hey, do you know of, like, a good,
like, country pancake house around here?

Oh, yeah, there's an IHOP on 9W,
actually.

Okay, cool. Thanks.

Wow, I really want to get, like, a fat,
delicious breakfast.

I mean, we just saved, like, $1 ,200.

I'm amazed.

We need to thank Cliff.

Yeah.

Write him a letter?

No, we need something more than that. A
blue apron.

The dinner thing?

Don't you gotta pay for that? Of course.

We could pay for the first two weeks.

I don't think they deliver.

I don't know, but we need to do
something.

He gave you a camera.

Okay, okay. Can we just get breakfast
first?

I have a good feeling about this.

What?

When we get back, I'm going to send out
my novel.

Why wait?

I waited long enough.

Now Joe confronts all this psychic pain
the only way he knows how.

Claiming retribution for society's
youngest victims.

He rescues children from sex slavery,
working for private clients, usually

parents, who want someone who can return
their kids to them quickly and safely

and inflict maximum pain on the abusers.

Joe gets his assignment from the old
man, John McClary. Excuse me?

I feel like everyone's talking about sex
trafficking, like it's a huge... I'm

gonna press a course nowadays, right?

Have you ever seen a sex class?

I think they're like an underground
brothel.

Really?

It just seems so unlikely.

You don't know the rest of the country.
There's some really fucked up places.

Yeah, but sex plays?

It exists.

I'd just like to see the data.

I just feel like someone's conflating or
inflating this.

I mean, guys like Ashton Kutcher, right?
It's like, what's this getting to do? I

don't know.

I don't know what to say to you about it
all.

I mean, it could all just be a ruse, you
know? A way to monitor people, deport

illegal immigrants.

I mean, we just may not realize it.

If you think about it, post -9 -11 is
when this all began. This whole kind of

weird culture.

I don't think sex traffic started after
9 -11, Tyler. It's been going on for

millennia. The coverage started post -9
-11. Are you even listening to me? I

think you just started listening to the
news post -9 -11.

No. I was 13.

Wow, time's really flowing.

That must mean Ashton's what?

40?

What page are we on?

300? Wow.

You're really halfway through.

What are they talking about? Tyler.

I'm just curious. Why don't you read it
instead of asking me every two minutes?

I can't read it. I'm driving. Download
it on your phone and wear headphones.

bucks, Anna.

You were never really here. When am I
stopping to get gas?

It's like 40 gallons. Yeah, but you
didn't fill it the last time.

It confirms Ramsey as one of the most
exacting stylists working in cinema.

Is that the gas or the book?

Oh, no.

After handing in my manuscript and
feeling all pumped, I'm now reading

like this.

So amazing about this guy.

God,

I feel like the past 40 years, everyone
was like, thought is structured by

language. And, you know, you can't
really know what you're thinking. You

really trust your feelings. And I think
we've finally outgrown that or come back

to it. And I think he's the first one to
admit it and say, well, I'm just going

to tell you what I think and feel.

Yeah, I think that's what it is.

That's what I do.

What do you mean?

I tell you how I think and I feel all
the time.

That's different. In a book? Well, yeah,
partly.

Okay, fine. So if I wrote down
everything I said during this trip and I

in a book using one of those DIY print
-on -demand things, you'll read it?

Seriously, what's the difference?

This is obviously different, Tyler. He's
not writing down whatever he's

thinking. He's genuinely communicating.

All right, you know, I don't want to
argue.

Can we just find a gas station, please?

You know, I've always been critical of
the structuralist pseudo -Marxist

intellectuals you always play. I mean,
always.

Where are we into that shit? Who thought
I was passe?

And here comes some guy just saying the
same thing I always do, but just

written.

Hey,

can we just drive, please?

is about his home state of texas why he
left as a young man what brought him

back and what makes it special

This fucking rental is like highway
robbery. Why'd you have to get such a

one?

Oh, and, uh, there's no fireworks.

Seems kind of crazy. This is the only
place that's Home Depot, but doesn't

Allison have a small tour, so can't we
just, like... What, she doesn't?

I can't believe this.

What happened?

Oh, my God, this is unbelievable.

What, did his daddy, uh, smack him
again?

Holy... Fucking psychotic.

Insane. Who are you talking about? The
Carl Nardale, whatever his name is? Oh

God. Stop it. What?

That, that, that, like everything he
said that night, everything, that

whole speech, like word for word, he
stole it. What speech? He stole it, like

word for word. What speech? What are you
talking about?

Clip, Clip, that black guy last year. I
know who Clip is.

Allison's friend. Yeah, okay. What did
he say to you?

The distance between good and evil was
somewhat shorter than it is now. When

he say that?

I mean, when you were drunk. I mean,
and... All the way last year?

And then I was... How did he memorize
this whole thing? It's like a half a

How do you remember it? It's like one
page. How do you remember it? One and a

half? I don't. It's here.

He said it. Word for word.

I was... I was venting about worrying
about trying to publish my work and he

was... drinking a beer and smiling all
kindly, and he unleashed this beautiful

passage.

You know, actually, come to think of it,
it was completely uncharacteristic of

him. Like, the language, the vocabulary.

What's so special about this vocabulary?

It's not like Clip.

I actually don't see much of a
difference between the way this guy

way Clip talks. Well, there is.

God, I wish someone had recorded it.

I am so creeped out right now.

Hey, I'm sorry. Are you sure Allison
even has a fireplace?

Tyler! I mean, don't you think this is
weird?

I gave my complete attention to this
man, like, innocently assuming that the

words were heartfelt and personal and
genuine.

Who, Garth? Cliff!

Yeah, that would be weird.

But I'm not convinced that's what
happened. Oh, you need more data?

Yes, I do.

I mean, first of all, that was like,
what, six months ago?

And secondly, I mean, that aside, it's
possible these guys had the same idea,

but just not word for word.

I mean, maybe this just proves your
guys' great ideas aren't that singular.

Maybe they're just, um, run -of -the
-mill experiences for guys of a certain

age.

And, you know, where's Cliff from, huh?

Black guy, probably grew up poor in,
what, the 70s?

I mean, fucking A, black people have
experience.

White people have half an experience and
they fucking go crazy or they write it

down and win the Nobel Prize.

What are you talking about?

I'm just saying.

I think it's possible that Clip was
dispensing his own personal wisdom based

his own personal experience.

And it happened to be as interesting and
similar to Scar's doll, Dale, whatever

the fuck. No, no. I know what I heard. I
think his vocabulary isn't good enough,

so he must have stolen it.

I think you're potentially stepping into
a racist puddle right now.

You better check yourself, Hannah,
before you, uh... Wreck myself?

No, embarrass yourself.

I mean, I do need my data.

What would Aston say? You're a fucking
contrarian. I'm reasonable, okay? I

I need evidence before I can impugn
someone.

I'm like an extreme minority in that
opinion, he says.

Let me see it.

The tingling in your body as the break
beckoned, and we ran through the hills.

Down through the corridor, down the
hill, and... Onto the field? Yeah, he

pouring a glass of whiskey when he said
it. I remember he was talking about

anemones.

What's an anemone? It's a flower.

Oh, God, I miss Dad.

I guess this doesn't sound much like
Cliff.

No! Remember when I told you that we had
such a great talk?

You don't believe me?

What, like believe you in general? If I
told you that some guy on the subway, or

no, Harvey Weinstein groped me, you'd
believe me without question? Harvey

Weinstein or a guy on the subway? I
mean, what, is he homeless now? Tyler!

Okay, okay, of course. I mean, this
isn't, the burden of proof is different,

okay? I mean, that's a crime. If you
said Clip tried to grope you, I'd

you. I mean, this isn't, I mean, the
guy's a lady killer. You remember what

shirt said, right? Hustler County?

I'm not comparing him to Weinstein,
though, all right? I'm just glad you

say Bill Cosby.

All right, but seriously, do you
remember this guy plagiarizing two pages

Norwegian novel six months ago during
casual conversation?

It's just super detail -oriented is all,
okay? But I believe you, all right? I

believe you. No, this is just too weird
and awkward for you to deal with, so

you'd rather just pretend it didn't
happen. She didn't commit a crime.

No, I'm not saying that. I'm saying it's
eerie and unsettling. I have nothing to

gain from it. Tyler, it's just
unsettling.

2014. I mean, if he did do it, that's
seriously some Bates Motel type shit.

Other than it made me think he was very
Solomonic and deep and profound.

I mean, it is odd how he gave me that
camera.

Wait, what are we doing here? Doesn't
Allison have coffee at her place?

She wants lattes. For who? I don't want
a latte. They're like four bucks.

Well, then get a coffee.

I want ground coffee. She specifically
said pick up lattes. Plural?

I don't want a latte.

He wants a latte.

I know, but I don't want one. Why does
she want a bunch of lattes? Well, I'm

getting a latte.

You don't want her drinking a latte
alone, huh?

Would she be alienated? Oh, they're the
only latte drinker in her house. I mean,

come on, what kind of request is this?
Pick up lattes.

You just get ground coffee, and I'm
going to get lattes for me and Allison,

okay? Hey.

But you guys are out. If you wouldn't
mind just casually, for no good reason,

spending $20. That'd be great. Thanks.
Would you listen to yourself? She

us to stay at her beautiful streamside
country home at the most beautiful time

of year. And, I mean, you can't even get
parking around here for $20 a day.

Seriously setting a dark present.

I'm not saying you would.

But hypothetically speaking, if you had
consented to sex with this guy based on

him misrepresenting himself as a...
Canal guard.

Right. There'd be a degree of rape
there, right? Like, um, third degree

Rape by deception. Like in Israel. I
mean, I just read about this Arab

guy that told this woman he was Jewish
and looking for a long -term

relationship. I mean, ten minutes later,
they were having sex.

I mean, I just read about it earlier.
What's wrong with you?

It came up because of the sex
trafficking thing. It was in, like, the

something. Anyways, the guy went to
prison for third -degree rape. False

pretext. You see, the woman was
consenting to something, but not to what

actually doing. I mean, that's the
thing. You can't go around

yourself like that. It's broad.

This has nothing to do with sex.

I don't know.

Can we just please stop talking about
this stuff?

What stuff? Clip stuff?

Sex, rape, slavery.

You just can't talk about stuff like
that. I can't talk? No, not the way that

you talk about it. And definitely not
around Allison. She would really take

offense to something like that.

It's a HuffPo article?

Why? Because you would really take
offense.

Okay, you know what? I don't want to
know.

What?

No, don't look at him. Why are you
looking at him? I don't know.

Is he still there?

I don't know. I'm not looking at him.

Fuck, I hate small towns.

Can we just get back to the car?

Fucking walk towards him? What are we
supposed to do?

He's moving.

He's moving.

I don't even think that's him.

It'd be even worse.

Why? Why? Because we're walking back.

What are we doing?

I'm gone.

I just picked up some ground coffee
because I've been drinking like three

day. Oh, yeah. I don't even use the
coffee maker anymore.

Another thing to clean up before the
guests arrive.

So you buy lattes every day then?

Yeah.

Just with all that Airbnb money, you can
afford to buy a latte.

Is that like a business request?

I don't know what it is. It's just the
way things are.

A guest in my own home, I guess.

But I finally own a place.

It's really perfect for what I'm trying
to do.

What are you trying to do?

You okay, babe?

Oh, no, it's nothing.

Just strange drive.

Oh, yeah, you said you had something
strange. Tell me. Yeah, let's talk about

later.

So, did you bring your memoir?

Yeah.

It's a novel, though, technically.

Can I read it?

Yeah.

So, the reason I canceled three gigs and
took two months off and we didn't go to

Costa Rica was to finish it.

What did your agent say?

She didn't come back to me.

But you finished it.

Yeah, but it's... I mean, we missed the
deadline for that award, and that's a

bad sign.

And she's really more of a manager than
an agent, kind of starting out like me.

Tyler?

Hey, Tyler?

Yeah? Can you be sure to put the butt in
the trash when you're done with that?

The guests get really touchy about that
kind of stuff.

And don't put it out on the wood,
please.

Wasn't going to.

Thank you.

You should be really proud.

There's the part about me that's out of
curiosity.

Oh, uh, page 166 or somewhere around
there?

But, Allison, it's not a memoir. I mean,
the characters are

based on a lot of people, but... I don't
want to take it personally.

My boyfriend told me about this woman he
met doing odd jobs.

That's so funny. I totally forgot I met
you through Tyler.

I know. It's weird, right? He was
totally my slave for a summer. I think

thought I was like 40.

No, you're... Creative.

Outwardly rebellious.

Secretly nurturing stunning.

You should manage my Tinder. Jesus
Christ, girl.

You know that guy, Clip?

Huh?

How well do you know him? He's not in
the book, is he? No.

That would be impossibly weird.

He's weird, right?

No, I don't really know him that well.

Why? What? Is this about when the car
broke down?

Yeah. Did he say something?

Yeah. Oh, no.

I don't know how to explain this. He
told me a story.

That was a lie.

A complete fabrication.

Or rather, it was all real, but word for
word, someone else's story.

And not just anyone's story.

A famous writer.

And other weird things that night, too.

What weird things?

He gave Tyler a $60 ,000 camera.

A $60 ,000 camera? No, it wasn't worth
$60 ,000. In the 80s, the year it was

made. Oh.

Is that a stream out back?

Yeah. Yeah, feel free. The water's
amazing.

I guess I'm just trying to find out from
you if he has mental problems.

Tyler? No, Cliff.

He told a story from a book?

From an international bestseller. A
famous Norwegian author.

Not anything to worry about with Cliff.
I mean...

I'm not as well -read as you, but
there's worse things than quoting avant

European literature, am I right? It's
not quoting. There was no attribution.

Like, not even... No air quotes?

I'm telling you, it was straight -up
plagiarism.

Well, I'm not a writer. No, this isn't
about art. This is about deceit,

misrepresentation, fraud.

It's fake, Allison. Like, people lose
their jobs all the time for plagiarism.

they lose book contracts.

You got a contract?

What, me? No, no, Allison, that's not
what I'm... Okay, imagine that you were

visiting a friend upstate at like, I
don't know, Bard?

And you get lost in the woods, and some
guy comes up and says, Oh, I'm

a professor from Bard.

You can borrow my phone. I know this and
that person and so on.

And then you're at his house, and you
see a...

Janitor's outfit from, like, the fucking
Hudson Valley Mall.

What would you do?

I would pick up a knife.

Exactly.

But I know Cliff.

He's not a rapist. No, no, I'm not
saying he's a rapist. I'm saying that

plagiarist. I'm trying to think if I
remember anything off about him. No,

it's all off.

I feel so weird these days.

Well, I think it's amazing that you
finished it.

I bet it's going to be a hit.

Probably just a postpartum depression is
all.

Oh, yeah. The guests won't tolerate the
sulfuric water. I personally can't tell

anymore.

So how much did you lose?

4K.

6K. We're not talking about the camera.

Well, if we had the 6K, we would have
made the 4K. Well, whose fault was that?

Are they suing you?

No, it's a counter suit based on my
friend Susan's list there.

We just have our money and our idea, and
we'll never get it back.

Wow. All because your car broke down.

Yeah, the last few months have felt like
a chain reaction.

I think Cliff cursed us.

Tyler, that's not fair.

Not fair? Isn't the person who called
him a psycho earlier?

No, I just mean we can't blame him for
all our... No, that would be insane.

Insane?

We never sent that Blue Apron
subscription.

And now we're cursed?

I don't know.

Maybe some sort of dark sorcerer, you
know, like a black magician.

Wow, Tyler.

But you're the one who said he was
magical or had a touch, a way, a gift.

I mean, I'm not making this stuff up.

Why can't we fucking talk about this
guy? Why is it like there's all this ice

just waiting to be cracked?

What do you want to talk about, Tyler?

Well, I mean, for instance, the entire
time we were there, there was this

blonde -haired, blue -eyed Ken doll kid
just hanging out in the bathroom.

Who was that kid?

Are you asking me?

Your friend. I don't know him that well.

Not well enough to know if he has any
offspring?

You mean he never mentioned any?

Or...

Was it the sorcerer or the princess? No,
he's a babysitter. Is he a babysitter?

He said he was a freelancer.

Freelance babysitter?

I mean, what? Was that like his own
personal daycare center we just happened

crash in? I mean, did we spend the night
at a daycare center?

A freelance, prosumer, DIY daycare
center, executive produced by Morgan

All right, fine. No, it's his kid. He
lives there. He was comfortable. What is

it? It was his girlfriend's place. The
woman who came real late. What woman?

Late night booty call.

No, that was the mom.

No, because she left.

What? She left? I remember her leaving
at like 4 a .m. She woke me up. And the

kid was still there in the morning. I
mean, you think this guy would have a

stain over at a house he didn't own with
a kid that wasn't his?

I don't know what he's capable of.

You know, this is nuts, okay?

The kid, the camera, the scar stall,
Dale.

Fuck!

You know, he's crazy, Allison.

I actually agree with you. Dick is
crazy.

Why is this crazy?

I'm not crazy.

Anna's not crazy. You're not crazy. You
eclipsed it. That's crazy. Maybe the

effort he put into it. You add to it all
the extenuating details. It's like

there's a fucking screw loose or
something.

And yeah, sure. When one person's crazy,
it starts to affect or infect everyone

around them. So if that's what you mean,
fine.

And then with a kid and a half, it's
like there's no boundaries. It's a

free -for -all, and everything gets all
mixed up, and... You know what else

really creeped me out?

Do you remember when he, um... Oh.

Tyler, I think we're shit -talking
Allison's friend right now. No, it's

You can shit -talk all you like. She's
not a close friend of mine, because I

don't... I don't know, I'm not a writer,
so someone plagiarizing something

doesn't mean anything to me.

It's not like he sold you a fake book or
something.

Besides, I guess I think he's
charismatic.

On one of my visits to New Guinea, I met
a young man named Inu, whose life story

struck me then as remarkable.

Inu had grown up in an area where child
-rearing was extremely repressive.

and where children were heavily burdened
by obligations and by feelings of

guilt. By the time he was five years
old, Inu decided that he had had enough

that lifestyle.

He left his parents and most of his
relatives and moved to another tribe and

village, where he had relatives willing
to take care of him.

There, Inu found himself in an adoptive
society with laissez -faire child

-rearing practices at the opposite
extent. from his natal society's

Young children were considered to have
responsibility for their own actions and

were allowed to do pretty much as they
pleased.

For example, if a baby was playing next
to a fire, adults did not intervene.

As a result, many adults in that society
had burn scars, which were legacies of

their behavior as infants.

Yikes. I think that's what they want you
to say.

Tyler!

I don't know any hot guys.

Do I know any hot guys?

Hot, cool, interesting guys.

That's a very draconian demand.

You're aware of this, right? Guys that
would want to father a kid.

I don't think that exists. What do you
mean, of course it exists?

I don't know what you're asking. Like,
abstractly? Like, do I know any hot,

cool, interesting guys that would want
to father a kid with someone they've

never met?

Not just anyone. This is Allison.

I don't know.

I mean, maybe I'll ask around.

Are you serious?

Yes.

And he needs to be intelligent.

I mean, come on. Who do you think you
are?

Tyler, these people exist. Maybe not in
your world, but intelligent, caring,

nurturing men are out there.

And cool?

Okay, right. You know what that's like?
That's like you're designing a house,

okay? And you're like, I want my kitchen
here, my living room here, and my

dining room here, and my bedroom over
here.

And I want a nice view of the east.

But I want the eastern morning light to
come down through the kitchen. But I

don't want the kitchen noise next to the
bedroom. What are you talking about?

I'm not an architect.

Are you criticizing Allison's house?

No. I'm just saying something's got to
go.

It means something has to be rejected
before this becomes a reality.

What about the guy?

Forget the guy. Get the sperm.

Guy. Oh, right. The guy. Yes.

Obviously the least important factor.
Oh, the guy. Yeah, just go get some.

free -floating sperm somewhere, you
know, like some wild sperm just living

upstate stream, you know?

Upstate, upstream.

Go get some sperm.

There's always a man.

At a sperm bank. Oh, what, and entrust a
corporate bureaucrat scientist to tell

you what's cool? Oh, my kid, he's
obnoxious. He just watches Steven Pinker

videos on YouTube all day. Oh, well,
actually, Steven Pinker is...

Very cool. He's a very interesting guy.
The guy was also taking an online improv

class. Great sense of humor. Plays the
ukulele. Very, very cool.

Who is Steven Pinker?

A hip Canadian linguist. I mean, do you
like older men?

All right, fine, you're right.

Sperm banks are inherently weird.

You have to be kind of arrogant to think
that someone would want your sperm.

Like, I went to Harvard.

Six foot two, white, with good teeth.

Gather round, ladies. Can I tax -deduct
this jizz?

I don't want a pompous kid.

Those guys are just hard up. How are
they hard up? To sell their genetic

information for $50?

Have a kid for a cheeseburger, a fry, a
couple of beers?

I don't want that guy's kid.

I don't. Well, you're not going to get
pregnant then, apparently.

Tyler, the wood.

Now, my friend Sage, she had a baby with
this Native American guy.

He's not the dad. He's not in the
picture, but they just had really good

chemistry, so he just gave her the
sperm, and that's how she got pregnant.

Gave? Yeah, in a lab. They froze it. The
lab is closed now. It's in the freezer.

So they had this kid, Dove, this
gorgeous, dark -eyed little toddler, and

sperm that is contemporaneous with the
kid preserved.

For eternity.

We're the next power out. I hope it's
labeled well. I'll tell you, I would not

drink a smoothie in that house.

Anyways, I guess there's your answer.

Is she home?

Who? Sally. Sage.

No, she's in college.

Why don't you go over there and get
pregnant?

Seriously? Seriously. I mean, you want a
kid? Why don't you go over there and

break a window? Thaw it out. Couple
tablespoons.

Turkey baster. Nine months.

Voila.

Seriously? Why not?

Seriously, would she give you some?

I mean, wouldn't that be weird if I had
the same kid as her?

Like, wearing the same outfit?

Isn't there a law against that? No.

No. Do you need a suit for that?

I thought this was going to be the year
of change, but we're just so fucking

broke. Oh, dinner's on me, by the way.
That's so sweet of you.

Feels like the bottom fell out of
everything.

Was he working on a movie, a feature?
No, he barely touched the camera. He got

some VCR to play the tapes, but he never
got it working.

And then we lost the Evian contract, and
he lost interest.

Said the camera was stupid, that it was
too big for a drone. He's into drones

now. Yeah, but hasn't that already been
done?

Done? Drone?

No, no, no. I'm doing drones. Like the
whole lo -fi video look. Like, wasn't

that a thing already in the 90s?
Sundance Film Festival and stuff?

I mean, yes.

Like, what was that famous movie, Sex,
Lies, and Videotape? Was that actually

shot on video?

I never saw it. Me neither.

I thought it was the 80s.

For the 90s? Was it a real thing then?
Yeah, but weren't people doing it on

purpose too?

Hmm.

Maybe.

So like, as a filmmaker, how does Tyler
know when a look means something?

Like, how does he decide?

You'd have to ask Tyler. I don't know. I
think it's less about the look than how

it's made. So it can be the same, but
different.

Well, it better be fucking different. I
mean, we can't afford to be repeating

ourselves.

Maybe we are cursed.

And not fair to anybody.

I know. I'm so angry.

You're depressed.

Here.

Try this. It's the real shit. It feels
so much better.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I am.

Ever since the winter or something.

God, we gotta, of course.

Yeah. I gotta say, Tyler seems in his
own world.

You should stay here for a while. Why do
you keep saying that? I'm serious.

Even if it's not booked, of course. This
isn't my life, Allison. Not forever.

What about Philly?

Can't you write anywhere?

What about all the new experiences that
you've had for your next book?

He said there'll be another book.

You're a novelist.

Novelists write novels.

What?

Thank you for calling it a novel.

Come on!

Anna, live the life you want to live.

You mean live your life?

No, I mean just like something simpler,
different.

Do you know how many writers wreck
themselves?

to have two weeks at a place like this?

To be able to think clearly.

I mean, imagine if this was your life,
24 -7, how much good work you'd get

Dear Anna, while I'm fully aware it's a
cardinal sin to write someone an email

about a drunken conversation you had
with them over a month ago, I can't help

myself tonight.

I mean, I feel like I have an excuse as
I just read the part of the memoir you

sent me, that same memoir that on the
night of Skye's wedding you said you

thinking of giving up.

I mean, before I get into how amazing it
is and how much I love it and how

psyched I am to read the whole thing,
let me remind you what I recalled you

saying that so fucking pissed me off as
I read that work of art.

Something, I don't know exactly how you
put it, but something along the lines of

that you envy Tyler because his medium
film was relevant and yours literature

wasn't, and that film could include
everything while literature could not,

on and on and on.

We all have our doubts about what we're
doing, but I'm getting a little worried,

Anna, because you haven't sent me your
rewrite that you said you would, and

in itself wouldn't worry me except...
that I know you pretty well by now, and

know you have this thing where you start
worrying yourself to death over

something that, I don't know, isn't
worth your time.

And I've heard you make these comments
about the inadequacy of your medium

before.

So, are you serious?

I don't mean about the doubting, but are
you seriously considering not

continuing your memoir?

I hope to God you're not. That would be
a huge disservice to contemporary

culture. It's amazing.

It's amazing.

It's amazing. Your point of view is so
unique.

Your way of describing things, the way
you remember events and how they unfold.

It's a real gift.

But I'll save my personal critique for a
one -on -one.

I think you're feeling the way everyone
is about technology in general.

Like there's this inevitable wave that's
crashing in on us and the only way to

not die is to ride with it. Like
updating your Mac. Like Uber.

Like even Airbnb as much as I love it.

Like... I don't know, even the way I
just learned to accept that Jared would

rather look at porn than sleep with me.
I feel like that's how you feel right

now.

Literature. Your Joyce.

Your Plath.

Your Nabokov. It's the precious little
garden you've spent your whole life

cultivating. The craft of storytelling.

Immaculate descriptions.

Narrative voice.

All of that is basically being
disrespected by all this technology.

You know, Tyler's world.

It's loud and flashy and current and, in
a very immediate sense, gratifying.

I'm not trying to say Tyler disrespects
you. I like Tyler. I think we all had a

great time earlier this winter.

But to be honest, I always felt a little
responsible for your guys'

relationship. I'm not trying to take
credit, but I mean, the fact that you

stayed together those first six months,
I really believed in you guys.

Remember that long, long conversation we
had at the Halloween party? The one

where I was sexy friar tuck and your
costume was so funny. What was the

name again?

I knew I liked you then. Such good
memories. And I really thought it'd be

world's biggest tragedy if you two
called it quits. You had such chemistry.

Here was this hot, intelligent, fiery
filmmaker who used to pull weeds for me

save up enough change to keep writing.

And you were this angelic little
memoirist with a mind shrewder than

the room.

But I see now I was thinking of the
moment.

Maybe I just wanted everyone to be
happy.

I didn't really consider the long term.

If I had ever thought you were
interested in the long term back then at

Halloween party, I would have probably
thought more about the details.

I should have at least told you that he
never, never, while working for me, put

the tools back in the order he got them.
That he'd cancel and say he was sick,

and then I'd be walking my dog at the
park and see him filming the river in a

sweatshirt, smoking a cigarette in the
middle of winter.

Or that two other people, people I've
now come to respect, have told me he

them considerable sums of money.

Or that he hooked up with this girl who
painted my apartment and then never

called her back.

or that he had this weird habit of
saying off -color, sometimes offensive

without reason. Don't get me wrong, I'm
not like Karen, who probably thinks of

him as a misogynist, but I'm also not
inclined to see it as simply as he'd

me to, or you to.

I think when he says things like that or
acts that way, he believes somehow, for

some reason, that he has a free pass,
that he's saying these things as someone

who does not really mean these things,
like he's just including everything,

because that's what Tyler does.

Which brings me back to the film thing.

You'd be right to say that film can
include everything under the sun. I

that's how you put it. Except that you'd
leave out one thing.

Yourself and your thoughts.

That's what writing is, Anna. I mean,
take The Hunger Games. They got almost

everything exactly right, but it still
didn't have the same feel to it. The

suspense and emotion just didn't project
from page to the screen.

So they can do a lot of things. They can
bring whole worlds to life before our

eyes, make characters into living,
breathing flesh and blood.

They can have us on the edge of our
seats as vicious battle scenes are

right before us, have us sobbing over a
death or heartbreak or smiling with joy.

Film can make us see a lot of things,
sometimes things that even books cannot

so well.

They are a pure escape.

There's nothing like sitting in the
cinema, devoid of any other distraction,

focused completely on the story playing
on the screen.

And yet, films are great, but they just
don't have the same...

inclusion that books have. You're merely
an observer.

You aren't feeling everything the
character feels, aren't reading every

one of their innermost thoughts, all of
their doubts and fears and hopes.

Films let you observe everything.

Books? Books let you feel everything,
know everything, and live everything.

With a book, you can be the hero who
kills the demon with one twirl of your

blade. You can be the girl who battles
cancer along with all the pain and

uncertainty that comes with it. You can
be a demigod. You can be an alien.

You can be an angel, a god, a villain, a
hero.

You can be in love. You can hate. You
can triumph. You can lose.

You can be anything and everything.
There are no limits, no restrictions.

Nothing is impossible.

nothing is out of reach books are magic
which is why i'm telling you all to

forget about movie magic and get back to
the pure magic that lives upon your

bookshelf i think now anna more than
ever personal, precious, one -on -one

aspect that literature provides is
needed. The feeling of being talked to

intimately by a real human voice is
needed. And honestly, I think your voice

particular is needed. At least I can say
from where I stand and what I've read

that it's true. I probably watched about
eight movies and 12 shows this month.

Do I wish I had that time back? Yes. Do
I wish that about the books I've read,

including especially yours, which I
can't wait to read all of?

No. I'm actually grateful for those
experiences.

True as perfect pit.

That's my rant, Anna.

Take it with a grain of salt.

But if money's an issue with finishing
your memoir, you know you are more than

welcome to stay up here if that's what
it takes to finish it. And in the

I'll be moving into that streamside
cottage I showed you. My own place.

It'll be amazing.

You can write. We can party.

Summers are so, so beautiful up here.

And there's actually some pretty
interesting people. You'd be surprised.

a great niche marketing course at BTW
that I'd like to share with you. I think

it could really help you with your book
once it's done.

Because, you know, there are still
people out there who read.

Don't lose hope.

Love, Allison.