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Your mom was a riot.

She was really into gardening too.

Her favorite thing was talking to her flowers.

Totally adorable.

Until she made me do it too.

We should visit all those places someday.

Paris. The Seine. Shakespeare and Company.

-Vienna too. -Yeah. And Rome.

-I'd kill to see Rome. -Can you picture us there?

That would be awesome!

God! This stuff is driving me nuts.

All right. Should I do it?

-Go for it. -Greta.

Would you like to share a memory of Lucy?

No.

No, I'm good.

Maybe some other time?

If they think I'm gonna spill my guts, they've got another thing coming.

So the pity party's not doing it for you?

Doing it for me?

Take me to get one of those carrot cakes.

Nope, got something better today.

-The box from the other day. You drive. -No. I don't have a license.

But you can drive. Lucy says you just got scared.

How much did she tell you about me in those letters?

A fair amount.

You will have to get your license.

-That's what the box says. -No.

-Yeah. -No.

Think about it. You could go wherever you want.

Yeah, but I don't wanna go anywhere.

What if it breaks down?

You've handled worse.

-Put the key in. -Okay.

All right.

-Seat belt. -Seat belt.

-What are you doing? -I got it.

-No. -Sorry.

-Okay. -Relax.

-The brake-- -Zip it.

Not the brake. All right. Go. No!

-Hang on! -Brake a bit more.

-Seriously, just be quiet. -Okay.

-Quiet. -Quiet.

-If you shut up, I've got this. -That's it.

-Right. Could you please shut up? -Okay, I'll shut up.

-This is good, right? -Yeah.

I'm just not used to your car.

Ease up on the gas, or we'll take off.

I'm only going 30, Will.

Okay, so…

Just ease off the gas and brake nice and smooth.

-Okay. -So we don't lurch forward.

Thanks for mansplaining.

Eyes on the road.

I know how to drive. You don't.

That’s not mansplaining.

I can drive. I just never took the test.

-Greta, turn left. -Too late.

-Use your signal. It's fine. -No.

I'm going to the roundabout.

-No one is in it. -What if someone comes?

-Chill! -Turn around.

-No. Fine. Drop it. -Can you relax?

-Tucker, please. -Don't call me Tucker. Ever.

-Fine. -I just don't like cars.

Sorry. They freak me out.

I told you. I haven't driven since my lessons.

How many lessons? Two?

-Very funny. -Yeah.

-No entry. Greta. -I can see it.

-You didn't see it. -I did.

-Okay. I'll pull over. We'll switch. -Yeah. Perfect.

-Okay. -You good?

Yeah.

Not so bad. Wanna try again tomorrow?

I'm good.

-Give me my paper, then. -No.

The box says you have to get your license.

Let's open another box. Let's get the game. Is it at Zinrock?

-No. -At your place?

Good. I'll finally see where you live.

Greta, we're not going to my place.

Not happening.

You live at a campground?

I didn't know you could do that.

-A bungalow? -No.

Wait here. I'll be back.

Stay put.

What a beautiful spot.

You can live here?

I have to move it around, but yeah.

-Are you gonna show me your place? -No.

Want to open a box?

Ever been abroad?

No.

Why? What's up?

It's time to change that.

Well, I don't have a passport.

Relax. It's just a day trip.

Lucy has a plan.

What's your letter say?

Look for beauty.

"Beauty."

What does she mean?

It says if I'm honest with myself, I'll know when I've found it.

Classic Lucy.

Classic Lucy. Yeah.

CLOUD WALKER WHY?

HULLABALOO

BONHOMIE

Is that the beauty you mean?

I don't know. Is that the beauty I mean?

I asked first.

Yeah, but I'm in your head, so I can throw it back in your face.

What if I say yes, it is?

Then great. That's it.

The top ten in the history of art.

For a ghost, you're kind of fussy.

Did anyone ever tell you that?

Dig a little deeper.

Go out, shot. Observe.

What are you hiding?

Hiding? Nothing.

I'm an open book.

-Sure. -What?

What's so funny?

I'm sincere, right?

If you knew what you want.

For real? Were you this fussy alive?

Look who's talking.

"Hullabaloo," "Anhedonia…"

-"Anhedonia." -Pardon me!

"Cloud walker." That's my favorite.

-Say "stop." -Stop.

They say beauty is subjective.

Depends who's looking.

Does that mean anything can be beautiful?

On the other hand,

is there nothing universally beautiful?

Beautiful to everyone?

Why do we try so hard to be beautiful?

All I know is that we could all use a little more beauty in our lives.

Even the most superficial kind.

Sometimes that's the kind that feels best.

Thanks.

Mía, mind doing some work?

Shit.

Maybe they'll finally fire me and I can get out of here.

Mía, what would you say beauty is?

Beauty?

For me, it's like…

It's like a butterfly with its wings folded, camouflaged,

but then it moves, opens up, you see the colors and you go, “What?”

It was there all along, man. All along.

-Something like that. -Mía!

Coming!

W: ANY FOOD ALLERGIES?

G: NO. WHY?

W: BRING HIKING BOOTS.

I don't have hiking boots.

G: I DON'T HAVE HIKING BOOTS.

W: PICK YOU UP TOMORROW AT 6:00 A.M.

What?

Hi.

Mom, do you have hiking boots?

What?

Boots? No, I don't think so.

Dad didn't come home for lunch again?

Fucking awesome.

Know if he'll come tomorrow?

I'll be out all day.

Okay. Fine.

Grandpa.

I can't see you.

Or hear you.

Turn on the camera and mic.

Okay, I see you. Now the sound.

-Can you hear me? -Turn it on. There.

Hello!

-Greta, look. Be jealous. -Let me see.

-What do you think? You should come. -That's great.

You can't stay cooped up forever, Greta.

Hey, I got a job, Grandpa.

Oh, that's great.

-Where? -Walking a dog.

-Things will work out. Don't worry. -Yeah.

I'm playing Lucy's game. She told me to look for beauty.

Your sister was so wise.

To me, beauty is a fishing rod in one hand

and a cold beer in the other, nice and easy.

All right, close your eyes

and picture the first thing that comes to mind.

Okay, right now?

When else? Next year?

-No. Close them. -Okay.

Now think of something beautiful.

What kind of beautiful?

Beauty.

An image. Eyes closed.

There you go. Now go after it.

Greta?

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

I don't go hiking, trekking, or climbing. Heights freak me out.

Maybe it's great, But I've never done it. Maybe once in school.

Like an hour, tops. Probably less.

So please tell me where we're going.

Between the boots and waking up early, I'm starting to get a bad feeling.

How can you talk that fast?

Can I come in? The mosquitoes are eating me alive.

I swear I won't snoop.

How cute.

Do all your things fit in here?

I'd go crazy, having to keep it this minimal.

You caught me making sandwiches for tomorrow.

Here.

Mosquito repellent.

-Cheese sandwiches. -Of course.

So, what's up?

You're stressed about tomorrow?

Yeah.

I just don't know what to bring.

A cap. And a windbreaker if you've got one.

Tell me the letter the country starts with.

P? F?

With an I?

I. Italy, please, the birthplace of art.

Come on. Give me a hint.

Please.

We're hitting two countries.

Three, if you count Spain.

-Three? -Three.

A tripoint. It's a tripoint, right?

No. Pretty sure you made that word up.

A tripoint is where three borders meet.

How do you know that stuff?

Lucy and I looked them up on a map once.

There are 157 in the world. Two are in the Pyrenees.

So that's it, right?

The Pyrenees. Of course. The Pyrenees, Will.

France, Andorra, Spain.

That's 10,000 feet up.

-No way. -We don't have to go all the way up.

No, I can't do it.

We need to get some rest and go to bed now.

Go to bed?

I mean go to bed… separately.

-Each in our own bed. -Yeah.

-Right. -Of course.

-Okay. -Okay.

All right, I'm heading out.

-I'll pick you up at six. -Okay.

-Fine. -At your door.

-Yeah. -On time.

-Bye. -Bye.

Greta.

Here.

I found these last night.

I waited up to give them to you.

But you didn't come home, so I went to bed.

They're old, but they'll do.

Thanks, Mom.

Have fun, sweetheart.

Where are you going with that backpack? Running away?

-We'll be back tonight. -Yeah.

I don't know, Will.

I can't decide. I told you.

But hey, I brought real boots.

That's the spirit.

-Ready? -Let's go.

Look at that.

-What's this? -Philosophy books by various authors.

It smells like an old book.

Color or letter?

All right, color.

Yellow.

Yellow… Ah, snow poles.

Sorry about showing up at your trailer yesterday.

It was kind of an experiment.

Did it work?

I think so.

It's incredible.

Come on. Let's go.

Wait, you're carrying all that?

-Yeah. -Can't you leave some of it?

That's a ton of weight.

-Let me see. -I don't know what to ditch.

-I'll do it. -Okay.

-Everything's useful. -Sure.

-Yeah. -Don't laugh. Look.

-So? -So what?

-If it gets dark. -Yeah, right.

-Will. -No.

-No. -Yes. What if I want music?

No. You won't have time.

-To read. -On a rock?

-Yes. Why not? -I doubt it.

-No. -Will, seriously…

-What's this? -In case we want to chill.

It's a three-hour climb.

-Can't we play at some point? -No.

First aid kit.

You think this'll fix something that happens up there?

Yeah.

-No. -That's it?

-Almost nothing left. Thanks. -That's it.

Seriously…

-We need one of these later. -Yeah, no.

-We'll see. -Feels better, right?

-Lighter? -Yeah, let's go.

-That way? -Come on.

-Wait up. -Come on.

-Will, wait. -Okay.

Will, wait.

Come on. We just got started.

This might be the most incredible place I've ever been.

Now that's real beauty.

Before, something like this wouldn't have hit me.

Before what?

Before being who I am now.

You ever gonna tell me?

I promise.

It looks like a fairy-tale forest.

-This way? -Yeah.

-Look at me. -Okay, one.

No. Just one.

So many mountains.

Are there bears out here?

-Come on. -Will, no.

-Yeah, come on. -I'm good here.

Come on, Greta.

-Shit! -You okay?

Yeah.

-Can you put weight on it? -Yeah.

Damn, I loved these pants.

Come on. We're almost there.

Look.

We made it, Will.

-This is not what I pictured at all. -It's beautiful.

-Finally. -Yeah.

I did it, Lucy!

We did it, Will Tucker!

Our first tripoint!

Let's see…

Second border crossed today.

And… third!

Okay, what do we have here?

It's… France.

Yes.

Andorra.

And… Spain.

So pretty.

Beautiful.

You gonna eat the bread or just cheese?

Maybe just the cheese.

The bread's soft.

I like it.

Is it that good?

I love this cheese.

-Want some? -No, thanks.

-No fucking way. -Not right now.

-Hurry. Let's go. -Should we go? Okay.

Shit.

-You okay? -Yeah.

Goodbye, tripoint.

-A raindrop just hit me. -Yeah.

More are coming.

-Was it this way? -Yeah, this way.

My God.

It's really coming down.

We can't drive like this. You can't see anything.

Should we wait in there? Maybe get something warm to drink?

-Okay? -Yeah.

Come on.

Damn.

My God.

-Hello. -Hi.

Got anything to eat?

The kitchen's closed.

Could you heat something up? Anything quick.

No.

Sorry.

Ma'am…

Berta.

Berta.

We've been hiking five hours. We're starving.

She fell. Anything would be perfect.

A sandwich, whatever.

-You like stew? -What kind?

We love stew.

And wine, please.

Thank you, Berta.

What was that?

You're rude to me, but with someone rude, you're all sweet?

Well, maybe deep down, Berta's a sweetheart.

Oh, so I'm not?

Here, put this on before you catch a cold.

Thank you.

Berta, sorry. Any idea how long the rain will last?

We've still got a long way to go.

I'd stay here. Until tomorrow…

What, here? Sleep overnight?

Sleep or don't. Your call.

Oh, honestly…

Should we?

Yeah.

-Okay. -Then it's settled.

-Yeah. -Okay.

Room 103.

Let's see what the room is like. We should've paid after seeing it.

-The stew was great. -True.

-And that weird flan was good. -So good.

But still,

I had to get my revenge somehow.

When did you grab that?

Looks like Berta is better at decorating than people skills.

Hey. Watch it. That's my girl Berta.

Damn.

Now that I've cooled off, it hurts.

Wait. I'll grab the first aid kit from the car.

-Okay, thanks. -Sure.

Hey, grab my clean T-shirt too.

-T-shirt. -And the charger.

-Got it. -And the cards.

And the cards.

Looks like my survival kit is gonna come in handy.

You okay?

Yeah.

-I'm gonna clean that up, okay? -Okay.

-My pants are stuck to me. -Let me see.

-Yeah. -Careful.

Here we go.

Good.

-Okay, that's it. -Okay.

-Okay, I've got it. -Here I go.

-Careful so it doesn't stick again. -Yeah.

-Just hold on. -Okay.

-Okay. Here I go. -Okay.

-Careful. -Yeah.

-Easy. -I've got it.

-Lean on me if you want. -Okay.

You good? Okay.

That's it.

-Good. -Okay.

-Give it to me. -Yeah.

Sorry.

That was stupid of me.

-What? -Why am I putting this on you?

Shower first.

-Yeah. -Then I'll do it.

-Right. Obviously. -Of course.

-It'll wash off. -Yeah.

-You're totally right. -Of course.

-I'll shower. -Yeah, because…

-Yes. -I mean…

-Okay, yes. -My T-shirt.

-Right. I'll shower. -It makes more sense. Yeah.

The towel.

I'll grab it.

The towel, right.

Shit.

Damn, I've got a ton of cards.

-No. -Yep.

-Yeah. -I can't get rid of anything.

-Stop. Will, it's not-- -Hell yeah!

I win again.

You love showing off, huh?

You're such a purple, Will.

Purple?

What's that mean?

Your aura.

I give people colors based on their vibe.

And yours is very purple.

It's a mix of sensitivity,

melancholy…

but also pride…

and mystery.

What color is yours?

Blue, obviously.

I don't see it.

Blue is a sad color.

Then what color am I?

Purple too.

-No way. -Yep.

No, I'm not proud.

One question. Who were you talking to earlier?

I know I said I'd mind my own business, but…

A friend who wants me to do something I don't want to do.

Patricia A.

Patricia A.

And is she like a friend friend or just a friend?

She's a friend…

A lawyer friend.

See, Will? This is the problem with you.

I don't know what I'm getting into. You're like a frying pan on the stove.

I touch you, and I get burned.

I agree.

All right, then.

Deal the cards.

I'm being filmed.

Want me to separate the beds or put the mattress on the floor?

No, leave it. We're adults, right?

-Adults. -Adults? Okay, then.

Yeah.

-No. -Okay.

-I'll turn off the light. -Sure.

Good night, Greta Álvarez.

Good night, Will Tucker.

-I'll put the mattress on the floor. -Yeah, please.

-They're seriously cute. -Never again.

This always happens to us.

-I hate these movies. -No, we love these movies.

-They're amazing. -God damn it!

Okay, Vienna…

When we go, we're gonna…

Get out.

No!

Get out!

Doesn't matter.

No.

Get out. No.

-Will. -No.

No.

Calm down. Will?

-No. -Calm down.

Remember when I said I didn't want to go anywhere?

That wasn't true.

I'd love to go to Vienna.

To the Belvedere Palace.

Vienna's not far.

Depends how you look at it.

When we go to Vienna,

we have to go to the station where they met.

That's where their lives changed forever.

Where they knew they had to see each other again.

We need to go.

We need to make a list of all the places we want to go.

Well…

Or maybe not.

Okay, but listen.

If we go to Vienna, I want to see the Belvedere Palace.

Klimt's The Kiss.

Deal?

Of course.

Come on. Deal.

Deal.

-Deal! -Okay.

Here we are.

See you.

Greta…

I've been thinking about what you said. I'm not sure we should continue the game.

Together, I mean.

What? Of course we should, Will.

I don't want you to get burned because of me.

Relax.

As long as we don't end up in another romantic room, we're good.

Okay?

Bye.

Seriously, don't overthink it.

Just call me when it's time for the next box.

Thanks.

I had to travel farther than I've ever gone before

to realize that it's right here.

It's a strange, imperfect beauty…

but it's mine.

I'm going to spend my whole life with it.

Greta? What's wrong?

Are you okay? What is it?

Mom.

There's beauty in this hug too.

THE MAP OF LONGING

Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella