All language subtitles for Leather (2013)

[strings]

Thanks, Walt.

Thanks for everything.

[folk music]

¶ Morning and an Oldsmobile,
coming down the road

¶ Stars still shinin'
in the west

¶ Something I should tell you
But it's nothin' that I know

¶ Baby give yourself a rest

¶ Out of danger

¶ Take your time

¶ I'm no stranger but I
cannot read your mind

[folk music]

[Laughs out loud to a song,
from a "Dusty Water," LP]

[locusts]

[folk music]

¶ I've been untrue to promises
made in moments of love

¶ To someone like you

¶ And others like you

¶ Yeah, I've been untrue
to promises made

¶ in moments of love

¶ To someone like you

¶ And others like you

I hope you don't mind
Walter's music.

It's sad thinking of him
alone here all those years,

no girlfriend.

No one to slow dance with.

His wife was the
one true love...

And then she died.

Don't make me cry.

You lucky boy Copper.

You take good care of Birch.

Walter died happier
knowing his dog was with you.

Aren't you going to
try on your sandals?

Of course!

I can't believe
you fuckin' made these.

I've never worn
anything made just for me.

Move in with me.

Work on the Hudson.
It's got sturgeon, eels.

Toxic waste to clean up.

No.

I'm going tomorrow.

It's Idaho or bust.

My folks are in Florida and...

Other than you, I think
New York's over for me.

At least for a while.

Will you write me?

No.

Not unless it's e-mail.

You're gonna change your
mind when you get my letters.

Each one will be a work of art.

¶ When I stop loving you

¶ When I stop loving you,
a train won't need a track

¶ When I stop caring for you
to go where we come back

¶ To know that you love me Is
just the way I want it to be

¶ And one and one
won't be two

¶ When I stop loving you

It's so fucking hot I had to
tuck a bunch of Kleenex

between my legs to
sop up the sweat.

Stop, please...

My poached eggs are just meeting
up with last night's margaritas.

Pardon. Pardon.

Hey, you never called me
back about house-sitting.

I was dying to do it.

Kyle decided to
bring Marianne with us.

Hi Luella, you
skank, what's up?

On my way to have
brunch, with Ginger.

Who?

Your boss's
new assistant, darling.

I'll play corporate spy and find
out when she's hiring you back.

Didn't you hear, the
economy's getting better.

I hope so or else there'll be
an uprising of junior fashion

editors sporting Hermes
Uzis and Balenciaga AK-47s.

I'll get the dirt
and call you tonight.

And you better invite
me up some weekend.

If Marianne gets out of
the house she'll die,

plain and simple.

She'd die if Luella
was house-sitting.

We just have to be careful.

You know how devastated she
is when we go out of town.

It's like you have to
infantilize everything.

Turn people, animals, fucking
handbags into cute little Easter

baskets wrapped up for some
rich bitch bobble-headed girl.

It's bullshit.

Thanks.

It's good to finally
know that every ounce

of my being
is worthless.

Ninety-five percent of
you is loving, and amazing.

Five percent of you, your
coating, is like some

Hello Kitty up-fuck.

Up-fuck?

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

I'm just a pretentious dick.

You'll love the pond.

Anything in there
that'll bite my toes?

Just me.

I hope that means you
have sex on the brain.

It's been weeks, you know.

Thank God.

Can we have picnics, too?

Anything you want,

just as long as you help
me clean the house out.

Ten years ago my Dad
was a big-time hoarder.

Imagine it now.

Frankly, I'm glad I
never had to meet your dad.

I wish I could say the same.

That's pitiful.

Anyway, I told you to patch
things up with him before

it was too late.

Don't even go there.

Imagine how I feel?

Like a son who's
lost his father.

It's normal to feel bad.

Be cool with me, okay?

I'm walking into my past here.

It's heavy.

It's stressful.

Here goes nothing.

This is it.

Hey!
You can't go in there.

Hi.
I'm Walter's son.

Who are you?

Andy?

I can't believe it.

Birch?

Um...

Wow.

I'm real sorry.

Thanks.

I guess you didn't
expect to see me here.

No.
This is a pretty big surprise.

Kyle.

Birch.

We were friends as kids.

Oh really.

We had some time off.

So it seemed...

He tried to contact you.

Did he?

I'm sorry, what's
your name again?

Birch.

Welcome.

Do you live here?

Yeah.

There's no reception here.

Your sandals are to die for.

Oh yeah?

I made them.

Kyle works in fashion.

Oh.

So, when did you
two first meet?

We were kids
together.

Birch spent summers with his
grandparents down the road.

You never told me
about a Birch.

So, when did you and
my dad become friends?

When I started working
for him five years ago.

Doing what?

Everything.

What's that mean?

Carpentry.

Tarring roofs.

Working leather.

Everything he tried
to interest me in.

He straightened me out.

He was a great man.

I guess you'd
know better than me.

All I know is he helped me.

I find that hard to imagine.

I haven't talked to
the man in a decade.

Some old lady calls me and
says he's been dead for weeks.

We drive up, and find that
you've been hanging with him

for five years.

Yeah.
That's about right.

Andrew wants to
clean the place up.

We might use it on the
weekends, or rent it out.

So...

This is not how I
pictured your room.

I sold everything so
I could move to the city.

That's all that's left.

So this is your house, right?

Of course.

It was just my dad and me.

I'm his only living relative.

Maybe your dad left it to him.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Birch is hot...

...In a Little House on
the Prairie sort of way.

He used to be heavy metal.

Supper's ready in
twenty minutes.

Um...

okay.

Thanks.

Supper?

This trout is incredible.

Did you catch it?

Yeah.

And I got the greens
down by the stream.

They're good, huh?

My dad used to take us fishing.

By the waterfall.

I still go there.

Damnit.

It keeps dropping me.

Try the trout.

Not to be rude, but
I don't eat seafood.

You eat sushi all the time.

Eat what you're
comfortable with.

This cheese is yummy.

I made it.

You make cheese?

Out of what?

Dairy products, Kyle, milk.

I know that, but
from what animal?

Beaver.

Beaver milk?

Mostly, with a little
coyote milk for that sharp bite.

He's yanking your chain.

When my grandparents died, Walt
told me if I ever needed work

to come see him.

But I wanted to roam.

I drove around,
living in my truck.

What did you do for money?

Sold off my grandparents'
stuff at flea markets.

Oh.

I went all over.

Vermont, Kentucky.

But then I
couldn't take it anymore.

Eating every meal
at Quick Marts.

People out there are crazy...

dangerous.

Drifters and
Grifters Express I call it.

So I came back here,
and haven't left since.

So...You took care of
him when he got sick?

Yeah.

You want to tell
me what happened?

I didn't know you
were interested.

Well I am.

Okay...

Well, we were doing a job
for the Presbyterian church.

Making pews.

The day we loaded the last pew
onto their flatbed truck,

Walt looked funny.

Like he'd lost twenty
pounds overnight,

and his skin
was yellow.

He said his belly hurt.

A week later he died in bed.

Those are his last drawings.

They were on the bed
with him when he died.

Oh my God

[folk music plays]

My grandma used
to play this all the time!

You mind turning
that off while we talk.

He wanted to
contact you...

but he said you
hated him.

Look, man, I feel really
strange about all of this.

Andrew said he was a hoarder,
but this place is pretty tidy.

No...

That entire wall, from the floor
to the ceiling, was newspapers.

It was a disaster in here.

It took us four months to clean.

I found reminders
of you everywhere.

Really?

School papers.

A Christmas list
from 1991.

Aw, that's so cute.

The hoarding was
part of his depression.

Your dad was a sad man.

Sad about what?

Doesn't it take feelings,
sensitivity to be sad?

Man, you're bitter.

No, I'm a
happy person,

and that's because
he's out of my life.

He lost the wife that he
loved more than anything.

Then he drove his son away.

It wrecked him...

for a while.

Then he got on
with his life.

Is that when
you skipped in?

I was in bad
shape, too.

We helped each
other out.

Life got better.

That's interesting...

So you became the
dutiful surrogate son?

I told Andrew to patch
things up with his dad.

Why didn't you even call
me, invite me to the funeral?

I didn't know how to
get a hold of you.

Have you heard of Google?

I'm listed on the NYU
grad student home page.

I don't do
electric mail.

Helen found
you somehow.

But you didn't
even try.

You know, Andy, you were a
lot nicer when we were kids.

What happened?

Kitty Wells?

Montana Slim?

Who are these people?

Look who's here,
buddy, it's Andrew.

Can you believe it?

How's it going up
there, flying around

with the hawks
and eagles.

By the way, the paint on
the gravestone is temporary.

I can't find a chisel.

But when I do, I'll get to work.

Isn't burying a body
in your yard illegal?

I mean, won't the
health department get mad?

We did what people've
done for thousands of years.

When that old
lady called-- Helen.

She said she didn't know what
he had, but probably cancer.

Yeah, we think it
was pancreatic.

You think?

What did the doctors say?

Your dad hated doctors.

No he didn't.

He changed a lot
since you left home.

I haven't forgotten
what an asshole he was

when we were kids...

How he treated you.

But he really did transform.

Transformed into a doctor-hater?

So you just let him die?

We prayed for him to get better.

What the fuck?

Let me guess, you
administered the chemo.

No.

Look.

He called up an old girlfriend.

A Christian
Science practitioner.

This is getting crazy.

Helen moved in and
became his nurse.

Spiritual nurse.

No drugs.

No chemo.

So you're telling me my atheist
father became a Christian?

A Christian Scientist.

And no, he didn't become one.

He just really liked to pray.

My dad never prayed
a day in his life.

There's a lot you don't know.

Obviously.

He loved music.

Had a great voice.

There was always
a record playing.

Cowboy singers like
Gene Autry during the day.

At night it was Billie
Holiday and Julie London.

Helen and I -- we
made him comfortable.

We'd make him laugh.

And Copper slept with him.

It did a lot more
good than radiation.

I don't know this man
you're talking about.

It was something
else being with him.

He took the disease head on.

His strength, it
changed my life.

[folk music]

¶ Wolf went up to Canada,
leaving half his life

¶ Left behind two women,
each one half a wife

¶ Federal men were after
him, wanted him to blame

¶ Someone from outside the
law, had betrayed his name

¶ He woke up in the morning,
the light was fine and gray

¶ Knew that he was running, but
he did not know which way

¶ He had a sum of money,
belonged to other men

¶ Some time he'd return it, if
he passed there again

Kyle!

Hi Luella?

Oh my God, where
have you been?

I'm nowhere,
absolutely nowhere.

I've been
calling all day.

The reception here
is terrible.

There's no internet either.

How bizarre.

Have you talked
to Hedy?

Yes, honey, and she's
such an evil bitch.

I don't think she's
going to hire you back.

But this magazine
fucking sucks without me.

I know.

And it'll probably
fold without you.

But- - I'm going to
call her in a few days.

I don't know if
that's such a good idea.

Marianne!

Marianne!

Here baby.

Marianne!

Come on sweetie.

Where are you, little girl?

Your stupid dog has
chased her so far away

she'll never find
her way back!

This is your fault.

I told you not to bring her.

I knew this would happen.

You opened the
door and let her out!

Can you even comprehend
how terrified she must be?

You are both
fucking hopeless.

Go back to the
house, close the doors.

Stay there.

I'll find the damn rabbit.

So?

[screams]

You need to clean that up.

Right now.

I'm sorry, he's really upset.

He loves that rabbit.

I'm sure he does.

Like I love Copper.

But it was dumb
to bring him here.

To bring me here?!

He means Marianne.

I like to keep things
peaceful in my house.

Actually, it's my house now.

[soft music]

He buried your dad.

Right out there.

What went on between them?

Something weird.

You don't think...

could Birch have done
something to my dad?

Like murder?

Not that.

Well, I don't know.

I mean, the guy thinks
he's a cowboy,

or Paul Revere,
or whatever.

I think he's crazy.

Marianne, my poor baby.

Birch makes it sound like they
were this happy, well-adjusted

father and son who fish and
build church pews together.

And make gorgeous sandals.

You think he's lying?

My dad was mean-- not
fun, not supportive.

Maybe they got in a fight.

Birch killed him
in self-defense.

Or maybe he's a sociopath?

He killed my dad for the
house, the workshop,

social security,
his pension.

Maybe something
else was going on.

Once, when we were kids, Birch
shot a woodpecker with a BB gun.

Killed it.

So.

That's what red-necks do.

I don't think Birch
murdered your dad.

He used to kick me, call me
lard ass, called me a girl.

Once when I was asleep, he came
in here, picked up the mattress,

and dumped me on the floor.

Very Joan Crawford.

Be serious.

You be serious.

Open your eyes.

Your Big Papa and
Birch were a couple.

That's disgusting.

The man punched me in
the face when I came out.

Do you actually think a man
like that would get into some

dad-and-lad
roleplaying kink thing?

[mocking] Oh-son-fuck-me-hard.

Oh-dad-that-feels-so-good.

Maybe they just kept
each other company.

Companions.

Kiss me, dammit.

[Kyle moaning] Oh god!
Oh god! Fuck Yeah!

[Kyle moaning]

[moaning continues]

[acoustic guitar]

The will he left
is not official.

Technically, I could
easily take this house.

Yeah.

But why?

Aren't you in grad
school in the city?

Yes.

But we could make a nice
income renting this place out.

Then I'll rent it.

I'm not comfortable with that.

I mean, do you
even have an income?

[folk music]

[indistinct chatter]

May! Darling!

Did you see those
lights again last night?

[indistinct]

I lucked out on the
watermelon this year.

So how are the bees this year?

They're good, actually.

What eyes you have.

My word, aren't you a tense one.

Tense?

No.

You seem angry to me.

Excuse me?

I'm the chillest
guy in the Catskills.

How do you know Birch?

I'm a customer.

He built my puppet theater.

Do you see that
impeccable workmanship there?

It's pretty friggin' bitchin'.

And he practically
gave it to me for free.

'Cause you use it
to help people.

You do kids' parties?

Only this one.

No, I'm a licensed
art therapist,

certified up the wazoo.

Courts call me: Hey May, get
over to the orphanage or the

juvie hall, or
shelter for battered women.

You know, "trauma puppets."

Does it work?

Good question.

You said that girl,
the self-mutilator,

is in complete
remission.

That's right.

You should be like...

I dunno, a story on NPR.

I have Chinese ones, and
little dreadlock kids,

and don't forget
the obese.

I have everyone under
the rainbow represented

at home in my
puppet closet.

Save me one of
those venison burgers!

Part one.

The Conflict.

Son, I saw you having
sex with a boy.

That's wrong.

It's disgusting.

I'm embarrassed for our family.

You have a moral weakness.

Dad, it's true, I'm
gay, but it's not wrong.

I'm a good person.

Mom would understand if
she were still alive.

I raised a fairy!

My only son is a
pansy fruitcake.

My wife would disown you.

Go fuck yourself, dad.

[yells and grunts]

Part Two. The Resolution.

What the fuck?

You have a stranger
reenact the worst event

in my life
with puppets?

It's just a funky
kind of therapy.

It works.

I'm trying to help you.

Help me?

You're the weirdo.

You're the one who did
something to my dad.

Give it up!

You're jealous 'cause I had
a relationship with him,

and you didn't.

Get over it.

Get back to your
important life in the city.

Fucker.

Ow.

Monday I put this
place up for sale.

And you're outta here.

Oh my God.

I've never gotten
that reaction before.

I know you're out here.

You like being dead?

See me punch your
new son out?

Remember what
you used to say?

There goes my
little girl.

[folk music]

¶ Peace on your journey,
light on your path

¶ Pleasure in the moments when
your life is coming fast

¶ Lost in emotion I
might have forgotten

¶ To fill in all the spaces
between startin' and stoppin'

¶ But you know, the things I
didn't say

Stay home, okay?
Watch over Kyle.

¶ The way it is today

¶ As soon as you think
of something to say

¶ Everything changes and the
room fades away

[Whistling]

Oh man.

[yells into the forest]
Hey Harvey.

You've really outdone
yourself with this batch.

Oh, fuck you.

Come to punch me out?

Fine.
Let's do it.

I had a hunch you'd be here.

You think I have a sentimental
attachment to these rocks 'cause

we used to camp here
five-hundred years ago?

I guess I know you
better than I thought.

That puppet show was
really sick and twisted.

Seemed like a good idea.

But I guess not.

What's with the
survivalist drag?

Drag?

Pretending to be some pioneer
from the time of Lincoln.

I'm not pretending anything.

I just live the way I like.

If you're a
tea-bagger, just tell me now.

I'd really like to know.

I'm surprised you don't have
a poster of Sarah Palin

over your bed.

You've got me all wrong, Andy.

Don't call me that.

My name is Andrew.

Do you even know
who Sarah Palin is?

You do know what the
internet is, right?

I've seen it, but...

I don't need it.

And yeah, I am
familiar with that fishwife.

Fishwife?

Saw that word
somewhere recently.

Henry James says fishwife a lot.

You've read James?

I've only read What Maisie Knew.

Crazy families interest me.

Not surprising.

Must be nice to concentrate
the way people used to.

My brain's addled.

I can't focus.

But you're getting a doctorate.

I take Adderall.

What's that?

It's a type of speed
they prescribe

for attention
deficit disorder.

That makes a lot of sense.

It does in my world.

What is that shit?

This?

Harvey's Wonder Tonic.

[upbeat folk music]

¶ Left me, left me,
left me all alone

¶ Then you call me
cryin' on the phone

¶ Left me, left me, left
me on my own

¶ Don't you know you turn
my heart to stone

Don't be a milksop.

Come in.

¶ Hey now, go down, whose
turn is it this time?

¶ Hey now, go 'round,
won't you be my sunshine

¶ Well I don't know
where you are going

¶ and I don't care
where you've been

¶ We've shared this moment
in the sunlight,

¶ and maybe we will
meet again

¶ I've called you my friend,
and I've called you my lover

¶ And though our time
might soon be over

Why are you still
wearing those?

¶ Well hey now, go down,
whose turn is it this time?

If I don't get my
job back I'm screwed.

But why can't you
get something else?

I screwed up, and if the
magazine won't have me back,

no one in the fashion world
will trust me again.

Screwed up?

Oh!

I love cha-cha.

More liked fucked-up.

At a shoot.

I stole some
clothes from a designer.

Like twenty-thousand
dollars worth.

Oops.

Exactly.

Have you ever heard that
phrase, Think Outside the Box?

Of course.

It's called a tired cliché .

But it's a true cliché.

Look, as a therapist I'm also
trained to give career advice,

and what you've got to
do is the unexpected.

Clothes, magazines,
it's what I live for.

Don't be a slave.

Start your own magazine.

That sounds great and all.

But it's the
principle of the thing.

I gave the clothes back.

I took a Xanax that day and I
don't know what came over me.

What kind of
childhood did you have, Kyle?

Childhood is off limits.

It was terrible.

But I've wrapped that part of
my life up in a steel wool, May,

and I put it down
the garbage disposal.

My word.

So, what exactly happened?

Nothing happened.

I don't follow.

That was probably Luella
telling me that Hedy--that's my

boss--will be calling
tomorrow to give me my job back.

Because she needs me.

I have a lot of talent, May.

I believe you.

I'm shit-faced.

I'm getting sober.

I gotta get that
puppet theater back home.

Where's Andrew?

I'm really worried.

I want him here now!

May, May!

Cock-a-doodle-do.

Oh my God.

May, it's time to get up.

Where am I?

At Andrew's house - Birch's.

I went out looking for
them, but I got scared.

Don't worry about those two.

It's not like
they're prepared to camp.

They could die out there.

Birch?
Impossible.

That kid takes to the woods
like, like, I dunno, trees,

dirt, and newts.

We don't even know
if they're together.

Have some more wine.

It's Independence Day in
the Catskill Mountains.

Maybe that might
work for you.

But this situation is
potentially life or death.

Around here it's fine and normal
to pass time in the woods.

Birch'll look out
for your boyfriend.

"YOU ARE SUCH A MAIDEN FAIR ALL
IN YOUR ROBES OF RED WILL YOU

TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS
AND HAVE ME IN YOUR BED?"

"AWAY, AWAY YOU COAL BLACKSMITH
WHAT YOU DO SAY IS WRONG DOST

THOU THINK A LASS LIKE ME
CAN BE HAD FOR JUST A SONG?"

AND HE SAID, "BIDE, LADY BIDE.

YOUR LUST FOR ME DON'T HIDE.

THIS LUSTY SMITH WILL BE YOUR
LOVE AND POUND AWAY YOUR PRIDE."

In this old tale we have a man
named August Orizaba who carried

ten pounds of gold
bullion in his pockets.

His clothes sagged funny as
he walked down the street.

This was in Tahiti in
the year 1849.

August walked into a saloon
where he met Herman Melville.

They ate fish and drank all
night as hula girls tried to

catch their attention.

But the two men were
fascinated by each other.

When they were good and drunk,
August took out some gold and

paid the tab.

They walked outside
into a beautiful jungle.

August tried to kiss Herman
Melville, but Melville was

hesitant and said good-night.

You don't respect
who I am or what I do.

Shut up, Kyle.

You're so needy.

You think I'm superficial.

You say it all the time, Andrew.

Ninety-five percent of
you is loving and amazing.

The other five percent,
your coating, is like some

Hello Kitty up-fuck.

That's right, I'm
a cartoon up-fuck.

And speaking of fucking, why do
I practically have to bribe you

to stick your dick in me?!

I used to hate it when you'd go
back to the Adirondacks at the

end of summer.

The rest of the
year I'd miss you.

In bed at night, falling asleep,
I used to imagine you and me

having adventures together.

Really?

That must sound strange to you.

Not at all.

Sorry about that.

Does it hurt?

Nah.

[soft music]

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

God-fucking-dammit!

Marianne!

Come back.

Copper!

Marianne!

Copper!!!

Marianne!!!

Come back!!!

[Kyle crying]

Whoa hey.

What happened?

Why you so upset?

Hey, Hey!

We just lost track of time.

We crashed in the woods.

Tell me why
you're so freaked out.

They're both gone.

I don't know if they're
alive, or where they are.

Oh God.

This is the worst thing
that's ever happened to me.

Copper will be back.

I can't say the
same for the rabbit.

[screaming] Marianne!!!

He's asleep.

I gave him an Ambien.

Incredible.

I almost brought Copper into the
woods with me, but told him to

stay here, to keep Kyle safe.

I'm really sorry.

That dog is my last
connection to Walter.

What about me?

I'm actually blood
related to the guy.

Kyle's convinced
that you killed my dad.

Why would I do that?

I dunno.

So you can live here.

I lived here before
your dad got sick.

I didn't kill him.

I loved the guy.

Kyle also thinks...

...he thinks you and
my dad were lovers.

What do you think?

I wish we could've just
stayed in the forest.

You can.

I mean with you.

I learned that I've loved
you since we were kids.

You've got a boyfriend.

Look, Birch, I know we
had sex and all,

But are you
even gay?

I don't think so.

You don't know?

I'm not sure.

Either way, I don't really
care if I am or if I'm not.

That makes no sense.

How do you identify?

As a man.

I've got a dick.

I've got a brain.

A heart.

What are you talking about?

You were gay last night.

Let's put it this
way, I'm gay for you.

Otherwise, I really
don't think in those terms.

It doesn't even cross my
mind to think that way.

Do you think of men
when you jerk off?

Sure.

Do you think about women?

Oh yeah.

Then you're bisexual.

Okay.

All right.

You've got a boyfriend, Andy.

And he needs you.

Hedy!

Hi!

I finally got you!

Oh...

Yeah.

No problem.

Yeah.

Thanks.

[soft acoustic music]

You hit really him hard.

Watch.

I don't need to see that.

This is the worst
hangover of my life.

Oh God.

At this point I'm so fucked that
murdering Hedy is actually the

best thing I could do.

I agree.

Very wise career move.

It hurts, Andrew, it hurts
bad when people don't like you.

I'm in pain, okay.

The worst ever.

Please try to pull
yourself together.

You spent the night
with that hick--

least you could do
is be nice to me.

Unemployment can
make anyone lose it.

You still care
about me, don't you?

You know this is just
how I get sometimes.

I know.

But we should face
the facts and...

...know that Marianne is
probably dead.

Please.

We should go back
to the city.

You're not cut out
for living up here.

What am I going to do?

You've got to get out there.

You're going to make your way.

You're super creative.

Do something unexpected.

That's what May said.

You gotta think
outside the magazine box.

May said that too.

You could be a
buyer for a store.

You could design.

You have options.

Exactly.

Look at Birch.

He wants a table, he builds it.

He wants sandals, he makes them.

You need a job in fashion.

Make it happen.

Sounds like you two Boy Scouts
had a great bonding experience.

Yeah...

Ha!

I knew it.

Knew what?

You guys did it.

Oh please.

I can hear it in
your voice, Andrew.

You've fallen for
his Farmer John act.

You seduced him.

Admit it.

I can see it in your eyes.

Yeah.

Well?

Well what?

Want me to cry?

I cried over you last
night, but you were not here.

I'm really sorry.

I have my career to worry about.

I still love you.

You know that.

Did you say that to
him too as you sang

cowboy songs under
the stars?

It just happened.

You're still my guy.

COPPER!

Here boy!!

Kyle!

Come eat!

I made a decision.

I'm going back to the city.

Alone.

Oh?

I'll take your car.

Um...

Fine.

I'll come back on the
bus in a couple weeks.

What are you gonna
to do in the city?

Something...

unexpected.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.

Probably.

I don't know.

I'll come back with you.

Really?

No.

I want you to stay.

I need to figure myself out.

Birch, how much do you
want for your sandals?

Nothing.
They're yours.

Thanks...

Have you ever
thought of selling them?

Professionally?

Now and then I sell them
down at the flea market.

Forty bucks a pair.

Are you kidding me?

Forty dollars?

It's not like
there's a high demand.

Are you insane?

These things are incredible.

People will love them.

Forty dollars?

He's right.

You could sell them for
at least two hundred.

No way!

I've got the most
fucking genius idea ever!

I'm going to start a
website called, "Leather."

And I'm going to see if I
can sell your custom-made

sandals on the internet.

How does that sound to you?

Let's talk when you
make your first sale.

I'm serious, Birch.

I know.

Sure, I'll help you out.

Promise?

[horn beeps]

Are you afraid?

A little.

Good.

Why good?

A little fear will
keep this special.

I'm so glad you're here.

I am too.

Leave that world behind...

for a while.

[dog barking]

What the...?

Copper!

Get back in here!

Party's up here.

Hey Boy.

Oh I missed you boy.

C'mere.

Oh, I missed you boy.

[folk music]