All language subtitles for Stuck in Love (2012) (Stuck in Love (2012)) (ENGLISH)

I remember that it hurt.

Looking at her hurt.

Yeah, it hurts.

I don't know.

It does that sometimes.

I

never enjoy anything.

I'm always waiting
for whatever's next.

I think everyone's like that.

Living life in fast-forward, never
stopping to enjoy the moment, too busy

trying to rush through
everything so we can get on with

what we're really supposed
to be doing with our lives.

I get these flashes of
clarity, brilliant clarity,

where for a second I stop
and I think, wait, this is it.

This is my life.

I better slow down and enjoy
it, because one day we're

all going to end up in
the ground and that'll be it.

We'll be gone.

That's why I think
we should fuck.

What?

Well, let's just fast-forward
through all the drunk

introduction bullshit we
have to look forward to.

I mean, you don't look like you'd be very
good at it anyway, and I don't want to sit

here and listen to you
bumble-fuck your way through it.

We both want the same
thing, to go back to your

room, have sex, and
never see each other again.

Are you with me?

Is this a trick?

The offer's about to expire.

No, I'm in.

I'm definitely in.

Do you like that book?

No.

God, no.

No.

It's my idiot brother's
favorite book.

Is it yours?

No, no.

It's my roommate's.

I'm not really much of a reader.

Good.

Now come here.

Yes, ma'am.

As I stood there staring through
the window into my ex-wife's new life,

I was overcome by
the oddest sensation.

Watching her with this man was like
turning on a familiar sitcom and realizing

they had replaced one of
the lead actors with a stranger.

The show was the same, but the thespian
who played William Borgens for nearly 20

years was gone, and his place
was a younger, dumber model.

Stop!

Stop!

That's not funny.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

That's a long time ago.

I love you.

Come on, come on, come on, baby.

I'll be there.

I'll be there for
the rest of my life.

I'll be there for you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Mr. Hóstel.

Yes.

Can I call you Miss Hóstel?

Yes.

Miss Hóstel.

Ms. Hóstel?

There ain't nothin' that I need Well, hot
and heavy, pumpkin pie and chocolate

candy Jesus Christ, there ain't nothin'
please me more than you Home, let me come

home Home is where I'm with you Home,
let me come home Home is where I'm with

you Home is where you need
me Home is where you need me

Home, will you let me take you
home La la la la, take me home

Well, let me come home Get
it, get it, get it, there you go.

Push that on in.

There you go.

I follow you into the park, through
the jungle, through the dark.

Girl, I've never
loved one like you.

Yeah, she's here.

Boats and boats and waterfalls,
alleyways and paypal calls.

I've been everywhere with you.

That's true.

I've been laughing till we think we're
done, barefoot on a summer night.

Never knew it was
sweeter than with you.

Home, home,
let's think I'm home.

Home is wherever with you.

Well, they said that you
have to go back there.

Well, they just said that I think you
might have to end up paying for it.

No, but I mean they're going to
cancel the whole thing, the appointment.

Uh, yeah, they're canceling it.

It's over, uh, basically.

My book's being published.

Oh my god, congratulations.

Thank you.

Oh my god.

Thanks, Ted.

I'm so proud of you.

What house is it?

Scribner.

What?

That's King's Publisher.

Yeah, no, they're great, great.

We gotta have a toast.

We have to have a toast, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that's exactly what I
was thinking when I submitted the book.

This'll really piss Rusty off.

It's not because they published books
by Ernest Hemingway or Kurt Vonnegut.

David McCullough, Frank McCourt.

F.

Scott Fitzgerald,
Bob fucking Dillon.

I didn't know you
had dibs on Scribner.

I never said I had dibs.

I meant that I just
was... You're just jealous.

Wow.

I'm not jealous.

What an accomplishment.

Your sister's having her
first book published, all right?

There's a cause for celebration.

It's what the
holidays are all about.

Hey, cool.

You might want
to congratulate her.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Geez, I didn't have my first book
published until, I don't know, 25, 26.

I'd have been happy
to call those guys.

I know them all over there.

No, I submitted it under
a fake name and didn't tell

them whose daughter I was
until after I'd been accepted.

But I wouldn't have minded.

I know.

I just...

Because you wanted it to be about your
book and not about being my daughter.

Yeah.

Okay, well, this
is a toast... Psst.

...to you and your first
novel, Just Saying Hi.

Oh, it's not Just Saying Hi.

Did they make you
change the title?

No, they're not
publishing Just Saying Hi.

It's a different book.

What?

I put that aside for now.

I wrote a new one.

When?

Over the summer.

What happened to Just Saying Hi?

You were excited about it.

I put a lot of work
and effort into that.

I proofed the
manuscript and I... I know.

I'm sorry.

I thought my opinion
meant something to you.

It does, Dad.

You know it does.

And yet you turn around
and write an entirely

new book and don't
think to share it with me?

I'm sorry.

It's burning.

Congratulations.

Why would you let him
set that place at the table?

I said it.

He asked me to.

Yeah, well, she's not coming.

I'm about to head over there.

You should come.

Give Dad a chance to cool off.

I'm not going over there.

Fine.

Suit yourself.

I'll tell her you said hi.

You can tell Mom to drop dead.

Whoa.

This food is so good.

I'm glad you like it.

So how'd everything
go over at your Dad's?

It was good.

Sam's getting a book published.

What?

That was my reaction, too.

That's great.

I always thought your Dad making
you and your sister keep journals was,

um, a little strange, but it
sounds like it's paying off.

I can't believe it.

Why is it strange?

Rusty, just let that go.

No, why is it strange?

I just want to know why
you think it's so strange.

Well, it just seems like
he was forcing you to be

writers instead of allowing
you to choose to be.

We don't have to keep the
journals if we don't want to.

You'd have to get
a job if you stopped.

He pays us to do it so
we can focus on our writing

instead of working some
bullshit job at McDonald's.

Rusty.

What?

What?

Are you stoned?

Are you kidding?

You're being... Rusty.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not stoned.

Can I talk to you in the
kitchen for a minute, please?

I think you're stoned.

Great.

I'm going.

What's gotten into you?

I'm not gonna let that
Neanderthal talk about Dad like that.

He didn't say anything
about your father.

It's not what he says, it's
how he talks about him.

Like he's some sort of weirdo.

Watching football doesn't
make you a Neanderthal.

Owning his own gym does.

Okay, enough.

Enough.

Is Sam's book really
getting published?

That's what she said.

It's been over a
year since we spoke.

I know.

She said to say hi to you.

I don't believe that
for a second, but...

It's very sweet of you to say.

I don't know, Mom.

Please don't ever hate
me the way she hates me.

I don't hate you at all, Mom.

Good.

You are stoned,
though, aren't you?

I thought it'd make
it easier to eat again.

Pot and nothing else
ever, you understand me?

You don't have to
worry about me, Mom.

Yeah, I do.

It's my job.

I cleared the table
and started the dishes.

Sorry I reacted the way I did.

I was just surprised.

I thought you were
happy with the book.

I was.

I just...

It didn't seem like
my book anymore.

It felt like someone else's.

My editorial hand a
little heavy for you?

Yes, Dad.

I was... scared of
how you'd react.

And I felt guilty because of all the
work that you put into just saying hi.

I'm sorry.

I didn't tell you
about the other day.

Stop apologizing.

It's my fault for involving myself in
your goddamn book in the first place.

Are you guessing that you
don't want to read the new one?

Fuck no.

Never?

Well, thank you.

I brought you a hard copy.

Really?

Yeah.

I was gonna sign it for you if you,
you know, want it or not, but... maybe.

Leave it on my desk.

Heh.

Wait, um, can I ask you a question
without you getting defensive?

What?

Rusty told me Martin called the
cops on a prowler the other night.

Dad, you gotta stop
doing this yourself.

It's been two years.

She's coming back.

You're completely delusional.

And what's with setting a
place for her at the table?

That's fucking nuts!

You know they're fighting again?

Oh, where'd you see that?

Through their window?

Really?

People get arrested
for doing things like that?

You're a
well-respected novelist.

You've won the Penn
Faulkner Award twice.

You can't behave like that!

She's coming back!

Jesus!

At least tell me
you've been writing!

Look what you've
let her do to you, Dad!

Seriously.

Hey.

What are you working on?

Uh, it's a poem
for English class.

Sorry about earlier.

I was being a dick.

It's okay.

No, you were right.

I was just jealous.

I really am happy for you.

It's awesome.

You're gonna have a book
published one day, too, you know?

Sure, I know.

Jason hooked me
up with some weed.

Roof?

You got your eye on
any, uh, girls this year?

Yeah, there's this girl.

Kate, at Vegas class.

Every time I see her, I
hear that song, the Beatles

song, I've Just Seen a
Face playing in my head.

God, you are so pathetic.

I'm pathetic.

Let me give you some advice.

I can't wait to
hear your advice.

It's so awesome.

There are two kinds
of people in this world.

Hopeless romantics and realists.

Right.

A realist just sees that
face and packs it in with

every other pretty girl
they've ever seen before.

Hopeless romantic becomes
convinced that God is real.

God put them on Earth
to be with that one person.

But there is no God, and
life is only as meaningful

as you fool yourself
into thinking it is.

Guys who get laid
a lot are realists.

You should be listening.

Just avoid love at all costs.

That's my motto.

You've never been in love?

If love is setting a place at a table for
someone that's never coming home,

I think I'll pass.

It's fucking depressing, too.

Making students read their
poetry assignments in front of

the class is a sadistic
exercise in public humiliation.

You could have already been
done with it by now, Rusty.

Just read it.

Okay.

Okay, this is a poem I wrote
over Thanksgiving break.

It's called School.

It was written under the
influence of cannabis.

Okay.

Um...

In the sea of...

This is so awkward.

In the sea of desks there's talk of bags
and games and long pipes that leak dreams

with the strike of a match.

And there's a loudness
to the whispers I hear.

Whispers shouldn't be
that loud, should they?

There's a girl over there
who everyone knows and men

without ears who will
stand by the door for a price.

In long hallways there are angry mobs
of dwarves and rats and one single angel.

A man who has a woman's heart.

Hey, Rusty.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, I, um, I liked your poem.

Yeah?

Yeah, it was really good.

Thanks.

Sure.

How was your Thanksgiving?

Oh, uh, it was good.

It was a little weird.

Like, my parents are divorced so I have
two Thanksgivings and one Thanksgiving.

Just like, strange.

How about you?

Just boring, whatever.

That's cool.

Yeah.

Katie!

I have to go.

I just wanted to say I
liked your poem, so...

Bye.

All right.

What the fuck is that?

Just a guy from his house.

Come on.

We literally

have 20 minutes, so
it'll have to be quick.

Come on, let's go.

Did you stretch?

Come on.

To the left.

To the left, yeah.

Wait.

No.

Yes!

All right, I gotta run.

Thursday.

Be ready.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

God damn it!

What are you doing?

You scared the shit out of me.

I caught you red-handed.

You're reading my journal.

You promised you'd
never read our journal.

I'm sorry.

I trusted you, Dad.

I'm sorry.

That pisses me off so much.

It's evasion of privacy.

I'm sorry, Rusty.

I... I... I... Sit
down for a second.

Let me explain.

No, I'm not going to sit down.

Okay.

Okay.

I wasn't reading your journal.

I just... I flipped it open to
check the dates like I always do.

And something jumped
out at me and grabbed me.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

What?

May I?

I remember that it hurt.

Looking at her hurt.

That's it.

That was the opening line of a
book you'd have your reader hooked.

They'd have to keep reading.

I had to keep reading.

I'm sorry.

Lottery's not going
to get you out of this.

Oh, no.

That's... that's coming
to an end right now.

You know Flannery O'Connor?

I know Flannery O'Connor.

She said nothing needed to happen
in a writer's life after they were 20.

By then, they'd experienced more
than enough to last their creative life.

So?

So what's your point?

My point is...

Sit down for a second, please.

Rusty...

I don't think you're
experiencing enough.

I mean, the reason
that you're comfortable

leaving your goddamn
journal here on my desk...

is because there's nothing you're
trying to hide from me in your life.

And that really worries me.

You know?

Sweet, sensitive guys
like you, they spend their

entire high school years
frozen in place while...

everybody's running around, going to
parties, and getting laid, doing whatever.

I don't want you to
look back years from

now and think about
this girl... Is it Kate?

Yeah, tell this
girl how you feel.

Put your heart on the line.

It's not that easy.

It is, too.

It is, too.

Look at your sister.

You can... hey, you can
roll your eyes all you want.

Your sister is a great writer.

And it's because she's
courageous in her life.

She's promiscuous, Dad.

It's not the same thing.

Rusty, a writer is the
sum of their experiences.

Go get some.

Come on, this is crazy.

What are we doing here?

Man, everyone hates us.

Not tonight, they don't.

Not tonight.

What?

Uh, we're here for the party.

What party?

Dude, come on, man.

I'm in, like, three
classes with you.

Fuck off.

Okay, but, uh...

What are we gonna
do with all this?

Weed.

Oh, that was funny, man.

Come on.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Come on.

Hey, everybody.

Hey.

My boys, uh...

What's your name?

Rusty.

This is Jason.

Hey, my boys, Rusty and Jason,
just brought us a shitload of weed.

Your name's Rodney, right?

You mean Rodney.

What's up?

You make sure with Jason that
everybody gets some of this, okay?

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go find
my friend Kate.

From this chick?

Oh.

I think she's upstairs.

I'm going downstairs.

Forget it.

Dude.

Who are you?

I'm a new and
improved Rusty Borgens.

See ya.

With an arrogant smile he shook his head
Counting his fingers from one to ten With

a foot like a lion Grabbed the angel
And he left for the road A little pause...

and we are back.

Can you give us a
fucking second, please?

No, I can't give you
a fucking second!

I'm in heat!

Jason, let's get out of here.

Dude, I'm not going anywhere.

Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere!

That was genius, dude!

No, it was a joke!

It was a fucking joke!

Look, if you wanna fuck
with me, fuck with me!

Go get the fuck out of here!

Hey, don't walk away from me!

Stop!

No, you're acting crazy!

Quit following me, Glenn!

No, this is my house, bitch!

I'll fire you the
fuck out of here!

Oh, okay, big shot!

Listen, I'm leaving,
alright, asshole?

Go get the fuck out of here!

Hey, asshole!

All right.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

Come on, Jason.

Come on.

Hey!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Run!

Run!

Run!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Dude!

Dude!

Fuck yeah, man!

All right.

Hey, asshole!

Boo!

You can't go home like this.

I'm gonna wreck, mate.

My knees are all
banged up and I'm high.

Yeah, we should probably
get some ice on those.

You can stay at
your house tonight.

Okay.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey, it's me.

Hey, here.

You okay?

Um...

I'm here.

I'm gonna get home.

I fell asleep over...
Are you here?

I... I...

Hey.

We need to put
our heads together.

Okay.

Bill, I can't sleep.

Okay?

I'm driving around in my
pajamas in the middle of the night.

I'm like a crazy person.

I can't live like this anymore.

I can't either.

I've given her space.

I accepted her hatred
towards me as some phase that

she's going through, but
clearly this isn't a phase.

She has this amazing thing going on
with her life now with this book being

published and I can't
even share that with her.

She won't return my calls.

She won't return my emails.

Okay, but she's...

She's having a book
published, and she's

busy, and it's getting
her to return my book.

Bullshit!

She's petty and she's cruel.

Everyone's parents are divorced.

Big fucking deal
you get over it.

She fights with me, too.

No, we're not fighting.

That's the thing.

I wish I could fight with her.

Then I'd be an active
participant in her life.

She's just abandoned me.

No, I don't think she's...
She's abandoned you?

That seems... You are in a constant
state of denial about everything.

Bill, she acts
like I don't exist.

I haven't spoken to her in over a
year, and you're not helping things.

Me?

I haven't said one thing.

I...

You set a place for
me at Thanksgiving.

Yeah.

So every time she comes
home from school, she

sees you miserable and
moping, and she blames me.

I know she blames me.

I know she does.

I don't mope.

Oh, you mope.

You mope.

Say horrible things about me, but
don't try to win her sympathy this way.

Hey, I made a promise to
you, and I intend to keep it.

Oh, Jesus.

Bill, that was a lifetime ago.

I release you from your promise.

Please.

Go on with your life.

Go get laid.

I get laid.

Great!

You get laid?

Mm-hmm.

Well, then, be happy.

I just want you to be happy.

I was happy with you.

You were the one
that wasn't happy.

Well, I'm happy now.

You don't look happy to me.

What?

When you're sneaking
around our house at night?

I see you and Martin fighting.

Shut up, Bill.

Oh, hey.

Wait a minute.

Excuse me.

Um, no, I, uh...

I don't mean to be presumptuous,
but I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I mean, he sleeps
with a lot of girls.

You're practically guaranteed
to wake up with a rash.

Thanks for the tip.

Well, I see you getting
snared in his web.

You look like a nice girl and
all, so... I'm not a nice girl.

Well, in that case, I'm Lewis.

Everyone calls me Lou.

Nice to meet you.

No, okay.

Look, I don't want to hurt your
feelings, but you're wasting your time.

What, talking's a waste of time?

We're not talking.

You're flirting with me.

And you're also
cock-blocking your friend.

Huh?

Bon Jovi over there?

He's not my friend.

He's a dick, actually.

I'm just filling in on the base for
them tonight, so... You're cute, Lou.

But you reek of romance
and good intentions.

I'm not looking for a nice guy.

I don't do boyfriends
and I don't date.

All I heard was don't,
don't, don't, don't.

Well, don't's keep people safe.

I'm gonna go.

Okay, well, I'll
see you in class.

Do we have a class together?

Advanced fiction writing.

I don't remember you.

Oh, I remember you.

You have a book
that's getting published.

Your dad must be thrilled.

You know an awful
lot about me, Lou.

Your writers are an
envious bunch, so...

What's his name?

His name's Pete.

Have fun.

I will.

Cool.

You're awesome.

I didn't know you
lived at the beach.

Shh.

Did you just, uh... I just
don't want to wake my dad up.

I'll get some ice.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Sure.

Rusty?

Hey, Dad.

What are you doing up?

Who's this?

Uh, Dad, this is Kate.

Kate, this is Dad.

Hi.

Hi.

What happened to your knees?

She fell.

This asshole pushed me.

Really?

Somebody pushed you?

Yeah, but it's okay,
because Rusty punched him.

Well, good.

Nobody should ever push
a girl and get away with it.

That's a good start, that ice, but
we have some peroxide in here.

So you are Kate.

Rusty's told me a lot about you.

He has?

Um...

We hardly know each other.

I just know he thinks
very highly of you.

Dad?

Sorry.

Sorry.

Are you staying the night?

Uh, yeah.

That's okay.

Okay.

Your parents don't mind?

No.

All right.

You take the bed, and she
takes the couch, or the other way.

You take the couch,
she takes the bed.

Whichever one.

Nice meeting you, Kate.

You too.

Good night.

Sorry.

Your dad's nice.

Yeah, he's a good guy.

What does he do?

Uh, he's a writer.

Like a real one?

Yeah.

He wrote a book
called Supermonkeys.

Thanks.

And a bunch of books
published, and... Whoa!

Well, that's cool.

Is that what you want to do?

Uh, yeah.

I'm a writer too.

So is my sister.

Great books and stories and...

Poetry?

Yeah.

Where's your sister?

Uh, she's, you know,
away at college.

Yeah, so I'll
just... Wait, um...

Can you stay with me a second?

Please?

Um, yeah, sure.

Come closer.

I don't bite.

I have a question.

Yeah?

Was that the angel
on the palm you wrote?

Yeah.

I think you're gonna
be very good for me.

Good night.

I love Christmas.

Strike me as one
of those people.

I am.

I'm definitely one
of those people.

I love everything about it.

I love the lights, the decorations, how TBS
plays a Christmas story 24 hours straight.

The presents under the trees, and the looks
on my kids' faces when they open them.

Sitting by the fire with my
husband when they go to bed.

I get a little depressed
during the holidays.

Yeah.

Well, your divorce
builds depressing.

Hey, can I give you
a little bit of advice?

Just from one fuck
buddy to another.

Mm-hmm?

You need to remarry.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

You're not getting any younger.

And if I were you, I would
be on every dating website.

Signing up and just combing
the newspapers for personal ads.

I haven't been on
a date in 25 years.

Yeah, but what is that?

Listen, you're handsome.

You're successful.

You have a mild amount of celebrity,
which is really all a writer can ask for.

That's enough to land one of
those 20-something trophy wives.

You've really thought
about this, huh?

Well, I care about you, Bill.

I know you love Erica, but you married
someone else, and you have to start

thinking about your future and whether
or not you want that to be a happy one.

Because I don't want
to jog by in five years

and find you waiting
on that lawn chair for me.

It's a very
comfortable lawn chair.

Is it?

Just think about it.

Procreation.

You give to the next
one down the line.

That's really all we've got.

Society, government, money, religion,
careers, nuclear family, family's monogamy.

These are all just highly creative,
socially accepted delusions that we impose

on reality to try and gain some
semblance of control over our lives.

It gives us the
illusion of choice.

It makes us feel a
little less like animals.

Animals?

What do you
mean, like evolution?

Yeah, evolution, exactly.

I do not believe in evolution.

There's 400 billion stars in
the Milky Way alone, making the

number of stars in the entire
universe completely mind-boggling.

We are nothing.

If an asteroid hadn't hit Earth 65 million
years ago and wiped out all the dinosaurs,

we wouldn't be here.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go.

Good.

All you creationists do is
blow chances at getting laid.

Really.

Ooh, that was awkward.

You've really got
to stop stalking me.

I can't even go anywhere without
you showing up to annoy me.

Were you hitting on that guy?

It's none of your business.

I think he's a Mormon.

Well, what the hell
is he doing here?

He's probably trying to
find other Mormon girls.

I'm sure you corrupted him and
ruined his relationship with God.

You want to get out of here?

Do you have brain damage?

No.

I think I made it
pretty clear that I have

absolutely no interest
in going out with you.

No, no, no.

You and I are gonna be friends.

Oh, but I don't want
to be friends with you.

Yeah, well, I'm
gonna take your jacket.

And you can follow me.

We can get some
coffee if you'd like.

Follow me.

I need that jacket.

What are some of
your favorite books?

Is that really the angle
you're gonna play?

Really?

I thought you'd be
more creative than this.

I mean, well, come
on, we're writers, right?

Yeah.

Books matter to us?

I mean, come on here, please.

Fine.

What are some of
your favorite books?

No, you can't do that.

I asked you.

You asked me because you want to
know something personal about me.

If I tell you what my favorite books are,
you'll come up with titles you think will

convince me that we're soulmates,
or you'll latch on to one of my favorites

and try to convince me that
it's one of your favorites, too.

God, you're so tough.

That's why you're
obsessed with me.

I'm not obsessed with you.

I'm like a unicorn to you.

You'll do or say
anything to possess me.

I'm really not like that, and
you're not anything like a unicorn.

Okay, well, then books.

But please at least
attempt to be interesting.

No Catcher in the Rye or
Portnoy's Complaint, okay?

Uh, well, I write
mysteries, so...

I love Elmer Leonard, James
Lee Burke, Ed Brubaker.

Who's Ed Brubaker?

He writes an incredible, hard-boiled
crime comic called Criminal.

Telling me that you read comic books
isn't exactly sweeping me off my feet.

What's your favorite book?

And don't think about it.

Just name the first thing
that pops into your head.

Dear Mr. Henshop
at Beverly Cleary.

Been my favorite
since I was a kid.

Read it like a hundred times.

It's actually what made
me want to be a writer.

Is something wrong?

I have to go.

Well, what, um... I have to go.

Did I do something?

Samantha!

You need to see Kelly Jackson.

Samantha, wait!

Come on!

What?

What do you want from me?

What do you mean,
what do I want from you?

I like you.

I want to get to
know you better.

No!

Why do you keep
running away from me?

Because this, whatever this is
between us, it can't go any further.

I won't let it... We're not
even in the same species.

Is Dear Mr. Henshop
your favorite book, too?

I don't do this, Lou.

No.

No, of course not.

You just give yourself away to assholes
with infinitely lower IQs than yours.

Hey.

Is your dad here?

Uh, no.

Well, when is he gonna be back?

I don't know.

Maybe in a couple hours.

Why?

Um, I want to give you
your Christmas present.

Merry Christmas.

Awesome.

You're welcome.

Where are we going?

To the closet.

Wait.

Wait, why the closet?

Why not on the bed?

Let me open it.

Because...

you've never had sex...

and...

I've never had sex in a closet.

You remember me, and
you remember this moment.

And that makes
me very, very happy.

Don't you leave

Don't you like
when you're fleeing

And I'll not take your kiss Only hold until
your coffee warms But don't hurry and speak

Once a time I put a tongue
in your ear on a piece.

She's okay.

She'll see it.

How you feeling?

Not too bad.

Don't bullshit me.

You're like a no
bullshit detector here.

I'm fine.

Just shut up and read to me.

Okay.

Daily Alice couldn't tell
if she felt huge or small.

She wondered whether
her head were so big as

to be able to contain
all this starry universe.

Or whether the universe
were so little that it

would fit within the
compass of her human head.

Lou.

Do you see that
angel by the door?

Or am I the only one seeing her?

Oh, that's...

Definitely not an angel mom.

Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Same thing you're doing.

Help.

Don't be suspicious.

I'm getting a laptop
for Samantha.

In fact, I gotta
pick out a color.

Why don't you come?

I don't know.

What don't you know?

I don't know if it's
a good idea though.

It'll take ten minutes.

I'd love to.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I'd love to.

I'm glad I bumped into you.

I'm sure that's
what all stalkers say.

No, really.

I've been thinking a
lot about what you said.

Really?

Somebody else said
the same thing recently.

Someone else asked you to stop
hanging around their house at night?

About moving on with my life.

Who was that?

You know Trisha Walcott lives about
a mile and a half down the beach?

Yeah.

I remember her.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I always suspected
you had a crush on her.

Yeah.

She's very pretty.

She's very married.

As I recall.

You're seeing her?

I think I'm a good
way for her to kill an

hour after she drops
her kids off at school.

An hour?

Yeah.

An hour.

So, um, she thinks you need
to stop moping around too, huh?

Something like that.

Here's a confession.

I'm not a great writer.

I'm a great rewriter.

I think about us.

Our story.

And all of the things
that went wrong with us.

And I could do it so
much better this time.

I could do it so
much better this time.

And you left.

Bill...

You've had two books published.

No, no.

They're books that I started
when we were married.

I finished them.

But I haven't
written anything new.

You are a great writer.

Don't waste all your
imagination on me.

Did you hear him?

I'm a great writer.

The other way.

It was great running into you.

You too.

Bill...

I have...

I have days where I'm not
sure I made the right decision.

I have bad days too.

I don't know why
I'm saying this.

I guess I just-I..I don't want you
to think that I don't think about us.

You know?

All those years that
we spent together.

Because I do.

I think about...

...everything that I gave up.

I wonder if it was worth it.

Was it?

I gotta go.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

It was so nice to meet you.

Oh, you too, Samantha.

I hope you come back
and see me again soon.

I will.

Okay, you too.

I'm gonna walk Sam to her car.

I'll be right back, Mom.

Not so fast.

I made hot chocolate.

It's in the kitchen.

What's wrong with your mom?

She, uh...

She has a brain tumor.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

I can't believe how much
of a bitch I've been to you.

I know, right?

Okay.

I don't...

I don't want you
to feel sorry for me.

Really.

I, um...

I don't want you
to feel sorry for me.

I've enjoyed all of
our back and forth.

You know,
sparring, it's really...

It's helped me take
my mind out of all this.

Well, I'm glad I could help out.

You going home for Christmas?

Yeah, I'm headed
back there tomorrow.

Well, I'm willing to forget about this
whole stalking incident if you will allow

me to take you out on a
proper date when you get back.

Okay.

Is that easy?

Yeah.

I'm not gonna say it again.

Okay.

Oh, um, I actually brought
you an arc of my new book.

Oh, wow.

A stalking and a present.

Under the Pink by
the Samantha Bordens.

Wow.

Well, I will, uh...

I will read this over break.

Probably loud.

My mom and I have been
tearing through some books lately.

No, you can't read it to her.

It's filled with
sex and profanity.

Oh, no, no.

She loves sex.

You added too much water.

It's not like you're
Martha Stewart in here.

Well, you know, says the
guy I'm putting some sugar on.

Hey!

Look at you!

What are you doing
all dressed up?

I'm going over to Kate's.

Why does it smell
so horrible in here?

I don't know.

These are our cookies.

Yeah, we burned the first bed.

No, actually, the second.

No, no, no!

Sorry.

Oh, my God, Dad!

What?

This is ridiculous!

We burned him again!

All right.

No laughing, Rusty.

When am I going
to meet this girl?

I don't know.

Try not to burn the house
down while I'm gone.

Drive careful.

I will.

How serious is this thing?

Uh, they're having sex.

What?

How do you know?

Yeah.

Wow!

Go, Rusty!

She has more
experience than him.

Yeah, well, who doesn't?

He seems really happy.

At least someone
in this house is.

Did you have a frown on my face?

You do seem
unusually chipper today.

Have you discovered
antidepressants?

No.

Actually, no.

I'm just moving on with my life.

I don't know if it's the whole thing
with your mom, and I'm moving forward.

Seriously?

New Year's resolution.

How about that?

Moving on.

Dad?

Yeah?

That's huge!

Oh, flower hug.

No, no, no!

Not on my white shirt!

Ta-da.

I thought you were already
getting my Christmas present.

Come on.

This isn't just a CD.

It isn't?

No.

It's a road map to my soul.

It's like if you gave
me a favorite book.

Yeah, speaking of that...

Boom.

Oh, my gosh.

Wow.

This is the biggest
book I've ever seen.

I know it looks formidable, but honestly,
it's gonna be, like, one of the most

satisfying reading
experiences of your life.

Is it scary?

Yeah, sure, but it's
not just a scary book.

It's like Moby Dick.

It's about everything.

I mean, you're gonna be
so wrapped up in it, you're

gonna be crying by the
time you get to the end of it.

You cried.

Oh, you'll cry, too.

Okay?

I might have cried.

You're really cute when you
get worked up about books.

Hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Do I have you
worked up about me?

Yeah.

Because I've got
to have you, right?

Yeah.

What about your parents?

Don't they come in?

They don't come in here.

Are you sure?

I'm sure they're not here.

How was your Christmas?

It was good.

Filled with family,
you know, loud.

Yeah.

So you haven't
mentioned my book.

Mm.

Yeah.

So you didn't like it?

No, no, that's not it.

I liked it a lot.

It's incredibly well written.

The characters are
vibrant and alive.

But...

I mean, I knew you
were cynical, but is that

really how you feel
about love and marriage?

I don't know.

Sometimes.

Oh, thank you.

How much of that
really happened?

I made most of it.

I didn't draw that much from my parents'
divorce other than the little girl seeing

her mother having sex
with the man on the beach.

Holy shit, that really happened?

Yeah.

I mean, I wasn't a little girl.

I was in high school.

My parents were having a
party and I was up on the roof.

It was late, and my mom came staggering
out of the back of the house with Martin.

And she was all over him.

And I remember Martin
saying, what about Bill?

What if Bill sees?

And my mom
replying, I don't care.

I don't care.

Hey, Lou?

Mm-hmm?

You make me feel less cynical.

My turn?

My turn.

Favorite TV show?

The Wonder Years.

Oh, all right.

That's nice.

I'm still in love
with Winnie Cooper.

Okay.

Favorite song?

Beatles.

Polythene Pam.

Great choice.

Thank you.

Yours?

Between the Bars by Elite Smith.

Play it for me.

Actually, I do have it here.

You're in luck.

Although this is, uh, this really is
no way to, uh, to hear a song like this.

Just for the first time.

All right.

Will you at least
close your eyes?

Because you gotta block
out all this other stuff.

It's really distracting.

Okay.

You're funny.

Drink up, baby Stay up all night With
the things you could do You won't But you

might The potential you'll be That you'll
never see The promises You'll only make

Drink up with me now And forget all about
The pressure of days Do what I say And

I'll make you okay And drive
them away I'm so scared right now.

The things that are
stuck in your head I know.

I know.

People You've been before That you don't
know Around it alone Don't wanna get hurt.

We'll show the world That you're there
I'll keep them still I'll keep them still

Drink up, baby Don't forget the stars I'll
kiss you again Paint red borders Where I'm

seeing you there Paint
red borders With your

hands in the air With
your hands in the air

And that's the picture that
you want to have up there?

Yeah.

I'm going to trump
that, though, real quick,

because you look
like a serial killer.

Let's take another one.

Let me show you a test picture.

Let me show you
how it's done, okay?

If I were on this website, I'd say,
I'd love to go out on a date with you.

Yeah.

Did you actually pay for that?

No.

Can I ask you a
serious question?

Are you colorblind?

Fuck no.

You're a professional.

You're a professional.

You do not... No, you know what?

You do not look like
you're ready to party.

I think that... Let
me just take a look.

Can you be serious with this?

We're not in Cancun.

Eh, no.

That's my favorite shirt.

Don't ever do it.

Come get in this right now.

Let's do it.

No.

Hubba hubba.

Have you had this
the whole time?

No.

Why on earth... You
are endlessly frustrating.

Oh, I would definitely
fuck you in this outfit.

How do you feel?

Hmm.

Oh.

All right.

Okay, come on.

Let's go.

I got two old fools
and magazines for you.

I'll bring them over.

So hang your holiday rainbow
lights in the garden tonight.

I'll bring a nice
icy drink to you.

Let me come over.

I can waste your time.

I'm bored.

Invite me to the water
and out of the summer.

No, thanks.

Oh, come on, is
this your first time?

End of form?

Ahindua.

I miss you.

You miss me too,eвine.

Sorry.

A little pause...

and we are back.

A little pause...
and we are back.

I'll bring a nice,
icy drink to you.

And you can wait the
night of the summer.

And we'll play G.I.

and Blue.

We'll stand by the pool.

And

can we chime a string?

Can we kill it without
it calling on me?

Hey, Mom.

Hey!

We made it.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Kate.

Nice to meet you.

Cataphop!

I'm not in love with you.

But I'm in love with
the way you look.

Hey!

Can I help you find something?

I was looking for some aspirin.

I have a headache.

Oh, it should be in there.

I got it.

Thank you.

William!

Hey.

So good to see you again.

Great to see you too, Leslie.

This is my son, Rusty.

Hi.

And his girlfriend, Kate.

Hello.

Nice to meet you.

This was so nice of you to
do this for Samantha, really.

This is great.

I would have done
the same thing for you if

you'd published Soup
Monkeys under my watch.

Well, Bill, I would like you to meet
your daughter, Samantha Borgens.

You might think you've met
Samantha before, but this

Samantha just received a star
review from Publishers Weekly.

And life will never
be the same again.

Hi, Dad.

Congratulations.

Thank you so much.

And this is my boyfriend, Lou.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Nice to finally meet you.

Mr. Murphy's a
talented writer as well.

He's my Patricia Hoffman.

Hi, Smith.

Hello.

Smith, can I steal your
father for a little bit?

There's so many young writers around
here who are just dying to meet him.

He's all yours.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey, sis.

Congratulations.

Oh, thank you so
much for coming.

And it's so nice
to finally meet you.

Sam tells me you're a
huge Stephen King fan.

I'm, like, the biggest
Stephen King fan in the world.

I love The Stand.

It's, like, my favorite one.

What?

Since when?

I mean, what do you
mean since when?

Everybody loves Stephen King.

Who doesn't like Stephen King?

She doesn't like Stephen King.

I don't not...

Let's leave him.

She calls herself a novelist.

She doesn't like Stephen King.

We're gonna... You
guys continue this.

We're gonna go.

Girls.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, two champagnes, please.

How old is she?

Twenty-one.

I wouldn't believe you if you told me
she was eighteen, much less twenty-one.

How old are you?

This is my party.

Stop acting like a pussy.

No one's gonna tell on you.

And I haven't even told
you about the big tip.

I'm gonna leave you.

Look, as far as I know, you
ordered these drinks for yourself.

I didn't even say
anything about it.

Let me see your hair.

And here's the drinks
you ordered, miss.

Enjoy.

I will.

Samantha!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't worry about it.

It's your night.

Have fun.

All right.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I
have your kind attention, please?

You may come
forward if you wish.

I have been trying to get William Borgens
up here to speak to my class for years.

He's never said no, but
he's never said yes, either.

Tonight, I have him at
a certain disadvantage.

My entire class is here, Bill.

And I insist you come up
here and say a few words.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Borgens.

Your professor, while a very nice
man, is a sneaky son of a bitch.

And the reason Leslie could never get
me up here to talk about the process of

writing is I'm not sure I have much
to say about it that could benefit you.

I still find it all very
much important.

It's been a very mysterious
years after I wrote my first book.

And I'm not sure what it is that compels
a person to continue to play make-believe

even after they're an adult.

My favorite book is a collection
of short stories by Raymond

Carver called What We Talk
About When We Talk About Love.

And in the closing lines of the title book,
Carver says, I could hear my heart beating.

I could hear everyone's heart.

I could hear the human
noise we sat there making.

Not one of us moved.

Not even when
the room went dark.

And I think that
that's what writing is.

It's listening for
that beating heart.

And when we hear it, it's our job to
decipher it to the best of our abilities.

I'm here because my
daughter Samantha's book

is being published, in
case you haven't heard.

This is her success.

Is the seat taken?

Lewis invited me.

Well, that was a
cow, Kelly Dickerisk.

How long you been here?

I was waiting in my car for about an hour
trying to build up the courage to come in.

So that's what 19 looks like.

She's all grown up now.

She's still just a baby.

You gonna talk to her?

I don't know.

I'm scared.

Yeah, she's scary.

She's all I've done with my
life and she doesn't want me.

Hey.

You got some courage.

For your job.

Yes, please.

Your favorite book.

John Cheever's
The World of Apples.

Can I get you that
signed first edition?

That's your
favorite book, right?

Well, I really liked it.

Oh, Jesus.

I even told you what to read.

Sometimes.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, she swiped
it from my library.

She did?

Yeah.

Could only have been her.

She thought that it
was your favorite book.

That's what I had told her.

I think she was hoping to
find some piece of you in it.

Hey.

Hi.

Would you sign this for me?

What's your name?

Sam, I don't want
to cause a scene.

I'm Lewis, by the way.

I believe we met over the phone.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Yeah.

Name.

Come on, Sam.

Don't do this.

It's okay, Lewis.

No name, no problem.

Guess we'll go with a signature
and no personalized note.

Sam.

I just wanted to tell
you that I love you.

I love you so much.

I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

Hope you enjoy it.

Kate?

Kate?

No, it's just me.

Mom, I didn't know
you were coming.

You okay?

You looking for Kate?

Yeah, I've been looking
everywhere for her.

I can't find her.

Are you worried?

I'm gonna go check in the house.

I'll check in with her.

Have you guys seen Kate?

I've been looking
for her everywhere.

I can't find her.

I'm freaking out.

Well, yeah, the last time I
saw her, we were at the bar.

I got her a champagne,
but that was Asian.

Wait, wait, you what?

You got her champagne?

She's not her age.

What the hell are you doing?

It's not a big deal.

You know, it is
a big deal, okay?

Because she has a history, and she
has a drug problem, so she can't drink.

No, no, no.

She's a drug problem?

She had a drug problem.

She has the drug problem.

Did you give that
girl another one?

What girl?

She said they were for you.

Did you see where she went?

Have you seen her?

I don't know.

She left with some guy.

Jesus.

Calm down.

I don't want to calm down.

She's 16.

She's fucked up.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

We'll find her.

Okay?

Did you look at the guy's ID?

Do you remember his name?

I look at dates, not names.

Oh, she left with Gus.

Who the fuck is Gus?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

All right?

You had no right.

I didn't think that your
mom would want to miss one

of the most important
nights of her daughter's life.

We are not having this
conversation right now.

And just stop following me.

We need to just shut up.

Just shut up.

Look, I'll call you later.

Just please answer the phone.

Jesus, Dad.

This isn't a family vacation.

Hey, shut up.

Get in the car.

You're acting like a child.

Come on, guys.

Number 6 LA.

There it is, right there.

You guys wait here.

I'm not dad.

I'm getting out of here.

Listen, Samantha,
you restrain him.

Don't let him out of the car.

Stay in the car.

Get back in the fucking car.

Who is it?

Is Kate there?

Who wants to know?

Hey, shit.

She's a minor asshole.

She's in here.

Okay, where is she?

She's fucking in the bedroom.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Bill, help me.

She won't wake up.

Jesus, what'd you give her?

She was drunk.

Fucking liar.

Oh, fuck.

Coke.

We need a little coke.

That's it.

She'll be fine.

I got her.

Just pass out, I swear.

You'll be expelled.

You'll be lucky.

That's all that happens.

You can't do that.

Is she all right?

Is she okay?

She's fine.

Get in the car.

Get in the car.

Dad, what's going on, Mom?

Just one, Katie.

We need to call her parents.

Do you have their number?

Here you go.

Yeah, that's my phone.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay, what's going on?

How's Louis?

Who's Louis?

Why don't you see if
your brother's up yet?

You don't need to send me
away to go talk to Mrs. Walcott.

I know you two are
sleeping together.

They don't know shit.

I know you fucked
Trisha Walcott.

Hey!

Go wake up your brother.

Rusty, wake up!

Rusty?

Oh my God.

There's a room for
every speck of tile.

There's a thousand
more you won't ever see.

You must hold inside
yourself eternally.

Go, go, go!

Dear Rusty, I know you probably
never want to see me again.

I did a terrible thing to you.

My dad told me you
called to see how I was.

As I'm sure he told
you, I'm in rehab.

My biggest mistake other than hurting
you was thinking you could fix me.

Only I can fix me.

I'd like to become a person who actually
deserves to be with someone like you.

I don't know how long that will take,
but I hope you're around when it happens.

In the meantime, just know that I'm truly
sorry for everything I put you through.

Love, Kate.

Oh, P.S.

You were right about that book.

I cried at the end.

Big time.

I know it's been a
rough couple of months.

But you're coming home drunk.

Or stoned.

Every night.

And now you've been in a fight?

Someone must pay back for
something that happened last fall.

I don't care.

I know it's your
first heartbreak.

I know it hurts.

Nothing hurts
like the first one.

But you've got to
channel this into your work.

Make something
positive out of it.

That's what you
did when Mom left.

What?

Is that what you
did when Mom left?

Turned it...

You're grounded.

Are you kidding me, Dad?

Will you just chill out?

You can't ground me.

Yeah, I just did.

Okay?

I just did.

You were the one who told
me... No journal, nothing.

You were the one who told me
to go out and get experiences.

You can't make me write, Dad.

I won't have to.

You're a writer.

You'll do it yourself.

When you were little, you
used to run down to the edge

of the water like that when
the tide was pulling out.

And then you would turn around
screaming when it came back.

I'm letting the ocean
get me, Daddy.

I'm letting the ocean get me.

Your mom used to be
watching you like a hawk.

She was terrified the ocean was
going to grab you and pull you out to sea.

Why are we talking about her?

What are we doing down here?

Your mom loves you.

She never did anything to you.

It's pointless.

I know what you're going to say.

No, you don't.

Those things she did to
me, the thing you've been

holding over her, I had
already done to her years ago.

What are you talking about?

I fell in love with somebody
and I got lost and I left.

Bullshit.

You were just a baby and
your mother waited for me.

Shut up, Dad.

She waited six months, Samantha.

And when I realized what a
selfish shit I'd been... Shut up, Dad.

She took me back.

It's the truth.

You couldn't tell me, Dad.

Really.

You just let me hate her.

She made me promise that if ever she
did something as stupid as I had that she

hoped I'd have the
decency to wait for her.

So I am.

I should have told
you, Samantha.

I'm sorry.

She waited six months, Dad.

You've been waiting three years.

I think you made
good on your promise.

It's okay to stop waiting.

She's coming back.

What makes you so sure?

Because she waited.

And your mother's a far
better person than I'll ever be.

Hello?

Sam?

I'm here.

She's dead.

My mom is dead.

I don't know what to do.

Mom is dead.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

I remember the day you appeared
on this earth With eyes like the ocean,

got blood on my shirt From my camera
angle, it looked like it hurt But your

mama had a big old smile We drove you
home, saw your yellowing skin Packed a few

things and drove you back
again Stayed up all night,

worrying, wondering What
was gonna make it better?

Broken bones heal when you set them right
Get your fine-tooth comb from the barber's

side Our love's a protective poison Well,
you are your mother's child And she'll

keep you for a while But someday you'll
be grown And then you'll be on your own

Tears will dry if you give them time
Life's a rollercoaster, keep your arms

inside Fear, that's a big emotion Well,
you are your mother's child She'll keep

you for a while But one day you'll be
grown And then you'll be on your own

You'll never be
on your own Hello?

Hello?

Is Rusty there?

Uh, this is Rusty.

Rusty, this is Stephen King.

Hello?

Uh, yes sir, I'm here.

Your sister sent me your story.

I've just seen a face.

I read it and I think
it's damn good.

I loved it.

Um, your sister sent it to you?

Yeah, I took the
liberty of sending it to

the magazine of fantasy
and science fiction.

They published some of
my stories over the years

and I thought they might
be a good fit for yours.

Uh, wow, thank you.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

I think you've got a
bright future ahead of you.

Hey, tell your dad I said hello.

I'm a big fan of suit monkeys.

It's a classic.

Keep up the good work.

Wait, uh, Mr. King, don't go.

Just, uh... I'm still here.

Okay, yeah, I just want to...

Uh, I just want to tell you how much
your book means to me, but I don't even...

I don't even want to try.

Uh, it's kind of like what you
said in the opening of The Body.

Hmm.

The most important things
are the hardest to say.

Right, right.

I just can't believe you actually...
you read my story and you liked it.

I can't... I didn't
say I liked it.

I said I loved it.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

It was great talking
to you, Rusty.

Okay, yeah.

Okay, uh, yeah,
I'll see you, Steven.

You're gonna kill yourself.

You're supposed to have an
arm and a shoulder to do that?

Yeah, Dad, I'm doing it.

Love my mom and pa.

That's all I really want, Tom.

Say hello to my mom in there.

Yeah, good luck,
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'll tell you about that.

Don't you think that people
don't end up arguing?

It's not funny.

It's actually interesting.

It's a really good short story.

It's a really good one.

It's great.

It's about a detective
with Alzheimer's.

You're kidding me.

No, I'm interested in the
perspective of his family members.

Here, I'll get it.

I invited Kate.

She might come.

No, but yeah, it
should be entertaining.

I think it'll work out.

I think that's actually...

Mom?

Hey.

I kind of pictured your
dad opening the door.

Could you shut
it and go get him?

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I got a little lost.

I was just... I was wondering if
there's still a place for me here.

And I... I completely understand if there
isn't, because I know that I really...

I really don't deserve it.

Shut up.

I'm so sorry.

We got food in here.

You do?

Yeah.

Come in.

Hi.

Hi.

Rusty, why don't you
make a place for your mom?

No, no.

I got it.

I got it.

Thanks.

Okay, I'll move this over.

I guess you're not... Yeah.

Yeah.

You don't want to move her?

No.

Here, here.

No.

Thank you.

Here.

Here.

Oh, wine glass.

Wine glass.

Okay.

Thanks.

No problem.

I saw my first story.

Rusty, that's wonderful.

That's great.

Uh, it was actually all Sam.

You wrote it.

I just sent it to the only person I
could think of who'd actually like it.

A toast.

Okay.

To Rusty.

And to Rusty.

And to Rusty.

And Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

All right.

I could hear my heart beating,
I could hear everyone's heart,

I could hear the human noise we sat
there making, Not one of us moving.

Not even when
the room went dark.