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Dad? Dad?

Dad?

Come on, wake up.

Damn your music.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, there's a phone call for you. I don't take phone calls.

Look. You need to take this. Your friend Charlie has died.

Come on, get up.

Who?

Charlie. Your best friend since you had friends. Charlie.

I had a terrible dream.

I was dying.

Then I woke up and you were here. Well, he's dead and his wife is on

the phone.

There must have been some warning. There must have been something you missed.

Amazing. What?

Why would you say that? The thing is, I'm dying.

Really?

I'm so sorry.

How so? Is it cancer?

No, of course not.

Oh my God.

So, what is it? What did the doctor say, then? I didn't bother the doctors with it.

Why the hell would I do something like that?

To give the eulogy. You know you have a distinctive rhetorical style. Yes, that's a

widely recognized fact, Lucy, but you may have noticed that I haven't written

anything or left the house in twenty years.

Please, Andrew, do it for him.

Come on, Andrew, please. You know how I feel.

Give it to me.

Dad,

Don't let me down.

She was really upset, Dad. Come on.

Look, I know you don't care anymore about friends or anything, but

You... you have to do this.

Don't you?

Yes. Yes, of course. No, I understand.

But I've got him now.

Okay. See you soon. Come on. We're late.

No.

Dad.

Andy.

Dad, we're late.

Come on.

This is a terrible idea.

I know. I swear to you.

I need you to get in the car, okay? No, it's... ow.

No, Andy, Andy, Andy, Andy, Andy. It's crazy.

It's crazy.

I'm staring.

Please, just come. Sit. Sit down.

By your dear departed and buried, and with the coming of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

And now, Andrew Tyler will read the eulogy.

Can everyone hear me?

Hello. Ah, there, you can hear me.

Now you can speak.

Hello, everyone.

Hello, Andy.

Charlie.

What are we in this world without our friends?

And with a friend like Charlie.

Charlie Aldrich, I was never without him at home.

Well, I mean, you know, I mean, decades ago, when I was, you know, when I was

still... when I was still talking to people, that's when only

I could rely on Charlie.

But he was always a kind man to me, and to Andy.

Andy!

Andy! Where's Andy?

Andy!

Andy! Andy!

Andy! Andy!

Andy!

Andy!

Good? Good?

Good!

Good!

I can't... I can't find my uniform.

Today we're getting into one of the most important concepts in all of physics

Newton's laws of motion. And now

Sorry, um, I was just wondering if talking to you is as easy as talking to him?

Is talking to me as easy as talking to who?

Your father.

My father?

So when did you meet my father?

We've never met.

We correspond by email.

You two correspond by email?

You correspond by mail? Yes.

You correspond by mail?

You don't even know how to operate a computer.

No, you don't use email.

With love, your completely confused son, Andy.

Yes,

Yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Call me, call me, say.

I can't see you.

Please.

Hello, dear child.

It's been a long time since I've met the fans face to face.

They praise you, and you'd like to strangle them with their own tongues.

Anyway, how's school?

You have fans here too.

People come and ask me about you, and I don't know what to say.

I think they must think I've suffered brain damage.

And I feel like a failure.

Like I'm so insecure that I need a boost from your fame.

And worst of all, everyone assumes I have to be a genius like you.

I'm glad you have an email address now.

It's hard for us to talk this way in person for some reason.

Have you heard of instant messaging?

Oh my God, do you text?

Private messages? Facebook?

Do you tweet on Twitter?

Andy.

I

need

to stop this.

I'm not your father.

My name is Jenny Spokes, and I work with your father's agent.

Sometimes I reply to emails just to see if I can master his voice.

I'm so sorry. I'm mortified forever.

Jenny Spokes.

You've cleaned up well.

Are you writing something?

Yeah. Really?

That's great.

How am I dying?

Good.

Maybe I'm not good enough.

This time is different.

I want my boys here.

Both of them.

I have to take something.

I want my boys.

I read an article about your father years ago.

Are you the...

Crazy drug problem? Yeah. I mean, I've been clean for five years, so...

So, he's 200%

Your screenplay at 200%.

Really? Damn. Oh my God. Richard, Richard, we're talking about Ryan Hark.

Do you understand what this means?

Yeah. Oh my God.

That's really great.

Are you originally from the UK?

Mm-hmm.

He'll be here soon. Like, next week.

Do you ever go back there?

Never. Literally, never.

So, the script needs work, but we want to make this movie.

Wow.

Yeah, so, uh, I. N. Dyer, your father, he's a damn genius.

Yeah, I mean, it must have been totally amazing to have a father who's a writer,

to read all your writing and help you

find your voice. And... actually, he only read my memoir, but... bullshit! He

just wanted to fucking talk to me to get to my dad.

That's awful.

I don't know. It's just... I don't even know if he read the script.

Anyway, I'm heading home.

Hey, babe.

How are you? I'm on my way now. Love you. Bye.

Total bullshit.

Yeah, you and she were both so brave

to do that.

I know.

But this is a way to keep her with me.

That's good.

Mom, Dad called.

Oh, I don't want to know.

He said Richard is coming.

Ah.

Let's see.

I guess we will.

Can't you be a better friend to your father?

I feel like life could get a little better if you just gave up your ego,

maybe. I mean, he booked us first-class tickets. I almost got used to it.

Please don't.

Okay. Okay, you're about to sell your scripts anyway, right? So maybe

we don't need all his fancy gifts anyway.

What a strange gift.

He summoned us.

I'm excited to finally meet him.

I should have read his books before he came. Which of them should I read again?

Greetings from Saturn.

Look, thanks for coming.

It's fine. Really, I haven't been here in 20 years. I didn't think I'd ever come back, so... thank you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thanks, buddy.

You're welcome.

Have a good day. Welcome, guys.

You came.

Jimmy.

What's the story with the camera?

I'm exploring a new medium.

Well, hello then.

You must be Emmett.

I must be.

Shall we go in?

Let's go.

Did he tell you what he told me?

"I'm dying".

Yes.

Hi, I'm Gerd.

Hello, Gerd.

I'm the housekeeper, I think.

You all look well.

Thank you.

Welcome, please come in.

Thank you.

Gerd.

Hi, nice to meet you.

It really means a lot to Andy that the three of you are finally meeting.

I've prepared a lot of things.

That was probably the last time my father almost smiled.

Let me just... hi.

You strange brothers.

He won't hear you even if you want him to.

Do you...

Would you like a drink or something?

Sure, yes.

Tea? Coffee?

Beer? Coffee.

Me too, yes, thanks.

Your father doesn't usually leave his office, so if he refuses

to see you, don't take it personally.

Oh, I'll take it personally, actually. I've come a damn long way.

Oh, for God's sake.

Thank you.

Oh my God, thank you.

Hey, Andy, this is Emmett, your nephew.

Nice, my nephew.

Nice to meet you, great.

How are you? I'm good, yeah.

Good, hi, Andy.

How's that stubborn old man doing?

Well, he's crazy.

And getting crazier.

Mostly, he sleeps and eats in his office.

That's nothing new.

He once caught me snooping in there.

I couldn't find my diary, so I went in to ask him if he'd seen it, and it wasn't

there, so I got drawn into this deeply personal world that he

would never let anyone look into, and never shared with me.

He didn't... Nephew, would you like

a tour of the place?

Yes, I think I'll say hello to Grandpa, well, I'll take a shower then

and see you in a bit, okay, deal.

Jimmy,

I assume this is your work.

Part of it.

Yes, and I heard you're trying to build a career by documenting people's suffering.

I hope I don't disappoint you.

For the first time, you might not.

What kind?

Did everyone meet "Gaby"?

She's a person far more important than this outfit.

I'd suggest you change into regular clothes, please.

Okay.

No, Dad, this... this is my son.

Oh, excuse my appearance.

Excuse my reality.

It was a pleasure meeting you, and thank you for coming. I hope you enjoy the show.

I like your house.

It's really lovely.

Oh, thank you.

Um... I was wondering, could you do your grandfather a big favor

and go through that door and around the corner where

there's a drinks corner? Just a bottle of Scotch, really. Pour me a glass

In one of those small wide glasses.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Dad, he's only sixteen.

It's not a drink that's hard for me to pour.

Are you already drunk?

I'm not drunk yet.

I'm just happy my family's back after being gone so long. I'm

a little nervous, and I thought a drink might calm me down.

And honestly, Richard, I'm old enough to get drunk whenever I want.

Here you go.

Cheers to you.

The scotch-to-air ratio is flawless.

Thank you.

I could get used to having grandkids, couldn't I?

Son, there's a needle in the desk drawer.

Holy hell.

I'm kidding!

I'm kidding! Richard!

Oh my God!

Nothing's as humorless as a recovering alcoholic.

Except maybe an alcoholic who's still drinking.

Ah.

Yeah, we're all agreed.

I should probably shut up.

Let's meet in the office.

Okay, okay, okay.

When do you think the last time anyone was in here was? It doesn't look like anyone's been

in here since I left.

I took almost everything with me.

I'm so...

Jealous of your room.

Jealous? Yeah.

Why? I really want your room. No, don't

want it. It's Dad's old room. It's

old. Everything's old, as you can see.

This was Dad's old room?

Yeah, and the clothes too. I mean, I don't have anything nice of my own, because Dad

likes to keep all his money to himself.

It's nice, it's good, it's classic.

I've been thinking a lot lately about what

we leave behind.

It's your manuscript.

Right.

As it turns out, a certain bookstore asked me to see if I'd consider

selling it.

For how much?

Any proceeds from the sale, no matter how big or small, won't make their way

to either of you

anytime soon.

Which brings us exactly to why you're both here together.

You need to know that my goal as a father

was to do no harm.

I mean, look where that got me.

You can sue me for abuse.

But I'm honestly trying to do better with Andy, and I'm trying to say

the things I should have said to you two, but I think that just makes things

worse.

I think I did you both a huge favor by being absent all the time.

I was withdrawn.

I wasn't able to be real.

Personally, as a father, my life as a writer was just a farce, meaning

a farce in the sense of a mockery of living.

It made me miserable, that's what I mean.

And you blame writing for that? It sure as hell didn't help.

So if you'd been a banker, you'd have been a great dad.

Just like those great banker dads out there.

Dads, listen, I mean...

Whatever your experience, people love your books, I mean they love them

really, yeah, and I really hate them for it. The point of this

conversation is Andy, because I'm his only family now, and I can't stand

the thought of him being alone.

But first I have to explain some things.

I know you two are aware of the story of how I had...

Andy, oh, you mean the story of you having an affair and destroying

Mom's life, then taking the child afterward, and that child was Andy?

Yes, I think I remember that story.

I'm quite sure that story broke Mom's heart.

I didn't expect our lives together to be set aside when Andy showed up.

Really? I always imagined we'd end up raising him together.

You really imagined that? What the hell is that nonsense?

After you cheated on her and had a bloody child with another woman.

I thought everything would be fine.

All of this, all of it is true.

Except for the story itself.

The real story began twenty years ago.

What do you mean by real?

Twenty years ago, I felt like a failure, while everyone kept reminding me

how successful I was.

That can really wear you down...

And thinking about the two of you only reminded me of my father's failures. I wasn't

really living.

Around that time, I was contacted

by a group of Swedes, or rather one Swede in particular, a man named

"Nord Bilav," a scientist of recurrent reproduction.

Excuse me?

A scientist of recurrent reproduction, Jamie, a term I had not, until that moment, been familiar

with myself.

Dad, I'm... I'm not sure that's a real word. How do you spell that

word, Dad?

R. E.

C. U. R.

R.

R... recurrent, I'll save you the time. Scientists of recurrent reproduction were funded

and their group established by Alfred Nobel.

He was a very public figure, and they were extremely secretive.

Towards the end of his life, Alfred began to regret

that he would leave this world without a true heir.

So he turned to science to help him.

DNA, and a laboratory.

It took eighty years.

Before the seed bore fruit.

And shortly after, a committee was formed to select

the prominent candidates.

I see your faces, my boys.

I'm sure my face looked much the same.

If I had not been in such a weak state, I would never have believed anything

so absurd, it was pure science fiction.

How could anyone believe this gothic nonsense?

My initial reaction was, don't be ridiculous.

But they explained that they had already

succeeded with a handful of carefully chosen individuals.

Because of their superior intelligence and social value.

Well, you can imagine.

My vanity was stirred.

I had one condition: that I raise the boy myself.

They agreed, with a condition of their own: that they be allowed

to monitor him.

As he grew up, then a sample of hair and a sample

of blood, and that was all.

I had a relationship, Dad, and I got that girl pregnant.

And she had a baby, and here we are.

That was just a cover story.

I never had a relationship. A cover story?

Really? Hold on, Dad. You had a relationship and you were careless. Because

otherwise, what you're telling us is that Andy is... what?

Really? A recursive reproduction world?

What?

Cloning. That's what we're talking about here, right?

Cloning.

I hate that word.

A copy.

What would you prefer, then? An independent reflection.

Oh, yes, that's much better.

Richard, please, help me out here.

I mean... I... I mean they don't know how

to clone humans yet, Dad.

That's what they want you to believe.

What?

Okay.

I can't explain the scientific side to you, but I can give you this.

Is there a birth certificate here? There's a birth certificate

and an invoice.

I mean, this looks very real. 12 Swedish kronor. At least it was cheap.

Does Andy know? Does Andy know? Richard, are you... Andy must not know, and Andy

can never know. The only reason I'm telling you both now is so that when I'm gone,

you can give him an idea of who he is or...

who he was... and by that I mean you. I know, figuratively. I know it's hard

to believe. No, Dad, it's damn impossible to believe! But clearly you're

confused. I mean, I... I mean truly confused.

I'm not confused.

Yes, you are! Richard, what's your problem? Tell him he's confused.

I'm not confused, because everything I'm saying

is absolutely true.

Well, I'm sure you believe it 100%, but that doesn't make it real.

Look, could I have said then: I cloned myself? That would have been

insane. Alright, that seventeen-year-old kid over there is my dad. I know

it's hard.

My dad, the teenager.

This is just you escaping into one of your alternate worlds to say that

Andy is a clone.

But he is.

Oh my God...

Two and a half years later, Andy was born, without complications, from

a surrogate mother in the Czech Republic.

Aren't you going to say anything?

There's... some resemblance.

What? No!

He's half my damn size.

You've seen pictures of Dad when he was seventeen.

The unmistakable trait of the Dyer family, a late growth spurt. You were identical.

I'm sorry, Dad,

but I can't go along with you on this particular story. Not now.

I understand you're feeling very lonely and you may feel the urge

to connect before it's too late. And I appreciate that. I'm here to do

that if you want.

But I can't pretend it's anything else.

That's funny.

You're talking almost like an adult.

And Richard is oddly considerate of feelings in his old age, isn't he?

If you two don't believe me...

Then you don't believe me.

But Andy is a good kid.

And I just hope you two try to make him

feel like he's not alone in the end.

Go, go, go, go.

This is too much for me to take in.

It's good to see you, Dad.

Thank you.

This is the house.

It's really old.

Yes, my room is up there. That's your room? Actually, it's your dad's room

upstairs.

My dad's room? Yes, yes. Oh, okay. And Jamie's room is here.

Hi, Andy, this is Jenny.

There's a book launch tomorrow night. I'm sure your dad will be fine

on Saturday without you. Bring some friends, it'll be fun.

Emmett? Yeah?

How about we go to a book launch?

A book launch?

Yeah, sure, okay.

Excited? I am.

Only if you promise me a tour of New York. Yes, deal. Okay, a book launch.

Alright, I'll text that girl and... great.

This will be really nice with... with the water.

With more water, yeah.

Those extra rooms?

Oh, what?

Do you need anything, Andy?

Yes, sorry. Everything's fine.

Hey. Sorry, I didn't know this was here.

Listen, we're going to go. See you then.

You can't believe this, seriously.

Just... I'm just saying we, you know, have to...

investigate it more. Just more... research.

Research into... recursive reproduction scientists.

Look, can we not talk about this now? Yeah,

it's not the right time or place. How is it not the right time or place? Please, can we stop?

Can we stop and talk about it later?

When you get back to New York and I'm stuck here

with both my parents. I'm just saying, okay, we need time to really process

this. Okay, maybe you're more inclined to go along with this.

You packed your bags and left the country when the whole divorce happened.

But I remember, I remember the shock.

Mom was frozen for a whole year, and we were all shattered.

And suddenly you could talk to Dad without screaming or breaking things.

There's no way you believe this nonsense.

Then why are you pretending?

They really do look alike.

Is this Mom's house? Yes.

Oh, Richard.

Oh, sweetheart.

Mom, I'm worried that Richard has either completely lost his mind or is trying to

pull some kind of maneuver. A maneuver?

Yeah, what's going on? Where's Emmett? Oh, he stayed at Dad's house. He's with,

um...

I'm sorry.

With who? What do you mean?

What? He's saying... he's serious,

saying Andy was cloned from him. Oh my God, no.

What?

A copy.

The...

I know, I know, I know what that means.

So Dad says he didn't have an affair.

Oh my God, no, hold on. What is he saying? He's lost it.

He's got dementia or something like that.

Whatever the medical term for complete madness is.

He's completely serious. He says Andy is... um, his copy.

Andy's father.

No, he's my dad.

He's his father, I mean, he's my dad.

Oh my God.

There are these people, cloning scientists from Sweden.

I don't know what that is.

This isn't... I know, Mom. Sorry, it's a lot to take in.

It really is a lot.

It's a lot.

Let's talk about human cloning.

A strong toast, maybe, that could really... use the clones to control the world and therefore

control you. Some scientists say they will have cloned a human child, named

Raelle, who leads a wealthy religious cult whose ambition is to clone a

human being. We plan to present the child within 12 to 24 months.

Cloning a human being.

Everyone was laughing back then, and now we're the ones laughing.

Dolly proved that cloning is relatively easy.

You remove the DNA from the egg,

then replace it with DNA from a skin cell,

and implant it into a surrogate mother. The result is an exact copy of the animal whose DNA was used. This seems

very real.

Thanks to cell cloning technology,

we can help people suffering from the following medical problems.

That's how we do it. We take the egg.

We take the nucleus.

Damn, it's my grandmother, asking when I'll get there.

Grandma Isabel. Isabel.

How is she?

She's nice.

She's a very nice and lovely lady.

She lives in... in a big house in London. Wow.

She's a very happy lady.

Damn.

What? It's Jenny. It's that damn Jenny.

Should I leave?

I'm heading to Grandma's house. I'll message you later.

Okay.

Andy!

Hi, Jenny.

Hello, how are you?

Good. Did you, um... did you get my message?

Great, where's the place?

It's at a place called The Bump.

I'll send you the address in a message.

See you later.

See you tomorrow.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

What did you make for dinner?

Mm, that smells delicious.

It's fine.

He's completely crazy.

Uncle Jimmy.

Yeah, he's good.

He's fine.

One,

two, three, one, two, three. Sound check.

Sound check.

Hello. Hello?

Is anyone in there?

Sorry. Welcome back.

You must be Andy.

I must be him.

I'm Isabel.

Isabel, formerly Isabel Dyer.

Oh.

Hello.

It's a pleasure, it's really a pleasure to meet you. I think I've always been

curious.

This isn't how I usually look.

I'm going to a party tonight.

You look handsome.

Imagine a shirt and a tie.

Then it would be devastating.

You've aged much better than my father.

Oh.

Nice to meet you.

But please, come in.

Okay...

I'm sorry. No, no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't expecting this.

No, of course, I can imagine that. I know the divorce was hard, and seeing me

That must be... no, not you. I promise, it's... I haven't been

to this place in a very long time, and...

I feel a little bit confused.

Of course.

I'll call my father.

She's waiting outside.

No, no, no.

I can't.

He'll be out in just a second.

I should warn you, he's really starting to lose his mind, Ms. Dyer.

It's Platt, actually.

Platt? Of course. Sorry.

It's really nice to meet you.

I hope I'm not... no, no, it's nice to meet you too.

Thank you.

The boys have been talking to you.

Why else do you think I'm here?

They're worried.

They think you're... I know what they think.

Why didn't you tell me from the start?

You believed me back then.

When was that paper written? Twenty years ago? More than that.

But humans, as far as I know, haven't been cloned yet.

Not many people know about it. They've made sure of that.

Who?

Biologists and reincarnationists.

All they need for Einstein is a lock of his hair.

Mozart, and Keats.

In 10 or 20 years, the world will see a new renaissance.

A new age of enlightenment.

I've even heard rumors about Shakespeare.

The more you talk, the less I believe you.

Then I'll be quiet.

Still, his smile.

Yes, his smile.

The way he stands and moves.

Yes, his stance and his movements.

The eyes. And the ears.

His.

Me.

Please,

may I hold your hand?

I've missed you so much.

Why did you make us all think you had cheated on me?

It was the only logical explanation.

You were too harsh.

I was devastated.

Look at me. Look at me.

When did you stop

trusting me? Because things would have turned out completely differently if you had trusted me, if

I'd known why you did it, I'd have thought it was a stumble, maybe a rough patch, and then we'd recover and afterward we'd have

this boy. We already have two boys. No,

but we would have had this other boy and raised him together. I had good intentions back then.

What were those intentions? What

were they?

Maybe just to give myself a chance to be happy.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was a terrible husband,

and a terrible father.

But seeing the chance of what could have happened, seeing myself

do better this time.

He's a different person, Andrew.

He's not you.

I know that.

Would we have stayed together if Andy hadn't come along?

Would we have stayed?

Even if you were miserable?

Yes, probably.

I gave up my entire career just because you asked me to.

I often wonder why I did it so easily.

I think I loved you.

The past tense... it hurts.

I always saw you as that boy.

I know.

I've spent years wondering why women like me give up their lives for men like you.

Why women like me give up their lives for men like you.

It's called love.

The extraordinary adventure of life.

The question is why some women resist.

Oh my God.

What an unbelievable answer.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Please don't do this, Andrew.

Please stay a little longer.

Don't, I have to go. Don't.

This isn't good for either of us. Look, Andy's a good kid. He's better

than me, much better.

You'll look after him when I die.

You won't die soon. Please, please stay.

You look so beautiful.

The boys... the boys are very worried about you. Oh.

Oh, is anyone... is anyone taking care of you?

There's nothing to take care of.

Please, don't do this, for God's sake.

I can't do this goddamn it! I can't do this goddamn it!

I can't do this!

Please! Please!

Hi, would you like some coffee?

Mom?

She went to see your father.

And... I'm afraid he's telling the truth.

Mom, you can't be serious.

This boy opened the door.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, he was wearing a suit.

It suited him perfectly.

And he was... he was playful, sensitive and full of audacity.

He was the boy I fell in love with and married.

And the boy who broke my heart.

What? I know, I know how it looks.

You... do you really believe him? Because honestly, I was only humoring him.

I wasn't... I know. He's telling the truth.

Because what I felt around him, I mean what my body felt around him,

it was as if... as if every

sense of mine came back to love him again. I mean that boy, Andrew, from when we were

kids.

I'm glad Andrew brought you two together

to meet Andy.

And are we just supposed to forget everything he did to us?

Oh, Richard, look at yourself.

Look where you've ended up in life. You survived.

No child

should have to survive his father.

He encouraged you, didn't he? In his own way?

He made me feel like a bloody fool!

Richard, please!

I still feel like a complete fool!

Damn it, I've got... do you have to go?

Now.

This is really bad timing, Richard.

I've got... I've got a meeting.

Okay.

It's fine, it's fine, of course, you can't... you can't miss the meeting.

Take the car.

Thanks, Mom, but it's actually not... not a meeting for addicts, it's...

It's about a screenplay I wrote.

It's... really?

This producer.

It's him, I have to... damn it.

Rayna! Hi!

How's my favorite producer?

They agreed on a condition of their own, which is to let them

watch him while he grows up.

Hey, Jimmy.

Would you mind being... my sponsor tonight?

I... I need your help.

You're in recovery, man.

Yeah.

I'll be fine.

Please.

I love you.

Please, do this for me.

Two minutes.

Yeah, thank you.

Go on.

I'll meet you at the van.

Hey, Rainer!

What's going on?

I'm not sure I completely follow.

So, Ryan's here, and he's going to a book launch party.

And he wants to meet you.

Come with us for a tour, okay?

Yeah? Come on, my brother Jimmy wants to come with us, okay.

Andy?

Andy?

Andy!

Andy!

Andy!

Jane,

what is this?

Shh, we need to calm down, this is the writer, he's reading, sorry, yes.

He's reading a short excerpt from the poem.

Well, still, the school has spirit.

Have

another drink.

The writer was a mechanic.

And he was always surrounded by gears.

And he always felt like a cog in a machine.

That's why he called it "Spirit of the Cog", "Spirit of the Cog", that makes sense.

Yeah, doesn't it?

Yeah, exactly.

It's a good title. Is this his first event?

The first, the first, yes, really? His first book launch ever.

Where's your accent from?

I'm from New York, oh, New York, New York City.

Great, when did you get here?

Two days ago, oh, amazing.

Not long then. So how are you finding the place?

It's nice.

It's really nice. This is my first time in London.

Has Andy shown you around? Oh, Alice, let me introduce you to Andy's nephew,

M. Dyer, Andy, and his nephew.

You look just like him.

Thank you.

I met your father at the train station. I was waiting for a train, and he was

wearing this gorgeous jacket. It was the exact color of his eyes

exactly. And you have the same color.

So, Rose, we're going to a big signing for the book by the mechanic who went from being a

drug dealer to a literary phenomenon.

We're huge fans of your father.

Really?

Yes.

Have we agreed?

Oh, Richard will handle it.

Really?

Yes, we're making a film about "Saturn's Salute".

Really?

You certainly will.

It'll win every damn award in the world, man.

Hey, you know what I was thinking?

I thought we could just go see your father.

Listen, I'm trying to persuade him, but I don't have a definite answer yet about "Saturn's

Salute". I said I'd set up a meeting for you.

And I'm still trying to influence my father. It's not easy, you know, he's...

Where is he?

I'm afraid he'll find out. Find out

what? I'm afraid the two young men will tell him what I'm supposed to tell him.

He's with Emmett. They went to a book launch. A book launch? What the hell

is he doing that? Why would he even go? A book launch? We can't let him fall into that goddamn

world.

Damn it!

Andrew, wait.

What do you mean by everything? I mean

everything, everything. No, no, no.

I don't think you should... Don't

do that, Andrew.

Look at this.

Let's get a drink.

Do you live nearby?

I'll get some water.

Water?

What's the story with "Saturn's Salute," Matt? It's the whiskey. Thanks.

Actually, buddy, I drink whiskey.

Whiskey?

Why not?

A toast to, uh, "Saturn's Salute."

A toast to "Saturn's Salute."

Damn, I hate whiskey.

You know, I think I need to talk to my brother alone.

He's reading my script, but he wants to talk to Dad, and I just, I don't know

what to do.

He really wants to talk to Dad. No, you're not going to tell me what's going on

about this "Saturn's Salute" thing? Hey!

Brother!

Rose! Hi, Andy.

Guys, how's it going? How are you all doing?

Good. And you?

I mean, how are you? How's life treating you?

Hey, buddy. Listen, we should go out together. We really need to get to know each other.

I'm here.

Turn it down, please.

I told them, they know everything now. I told them.

So they can tell Andy.

Hello!

Found you.

Found you. Yeah.

How are you?

I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine.

Dancing. Yeah.

Dancing.

I'll be back, I'll be back soon.

Okay. I'm going to go look for Jenny, all right?

Throw up or something like that, okay?

No, that wasn't... Emmett!

And then we'll talk.

It's a real pleasure to meet you in person.

I'd like to introduce you to Ryan Harke, the big star. He's here, and he's

your biggest fan. He loves your novel, and we're really excited to turn

"Saturn's Salute" into a movie.

With your permission, of course, sir. Richard and I are writing the screenplay,

and we'll deliver the finest film adaptation of a novel ever made. What

are you doing here? I'll go look for him. I'll bring him to you. Wait here.

Wait here. I'll bring him right here.

No, Dad.

No, listen. It's not...

Listen to him.

It's a pleasure

to be here. We didn't expect you to be here. I, uh, I

Jenny. Sorry, I... in theory I work for you, but I don't... I don't work

for you directly, right? I work for your agent. Yes, I have to find Andy.

Andy.

Yes, I'm very sorry. Andy, Andy, Andy. You have to come with me. I have something

I have to tell you. No.

Yes, yes. No, no, no. You can't be here. You can't be here. No, leave

me alone. Leave me alone.

Dad, stop. You'd better leave me alone. No, you stop, Andy. You have to listen to

this. Come here.

You need to know, I want you to be a different person, different from me. I

I want you to be the complete opposite of me. You're embarrassing me, damn it,

and you have nothing to worry about, because I'm not like you at all. No, that's what

I'm saying. You're exactly like me. You're me and I'm you. Listen to me, I've

had it. I'm applying to colleges in New York. No. And I'm moving out of the house.

No. And I'm done with you. No, no.

I don't want any relationship with you anymore.

You can't abandon me, Andy.

You can't. That's not fair. I'll die. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Please

listen to me. Leave me alone. Shut up, for God's sake.

I'm done with you, damn it.

Leave me alone.

I'll take him home.

You're my father.

Watch out.

Watch out, Jimmy.

Ah. Okay.

Okay. Good. That's good, Dad. Fine.

That's good. Get it all out.

Here we are.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Here we are.

Here we are.

Dad,

does Andy sleep in your room?

No, no, no!

I don't sleep there!

Not since you left... since your mother left.

It's Andy's room.

I'll get some water.

What the hell is this?

Can you stop this shit, Jimmy?

Mindy.

Hey, man.

So you're here. Here I am.

What do you mean?

You know, I thought you were into girls, like Jenny or something.

Oh.

No.

Jenny isn't attracted to guys, and I'm not attracted to girls.

Emmett.

Yeah? You know what time it is.

Sorry, we just need to...

You wanna come in, man?

Come on in.

Dad. Wait, what are you doing here?

I thought you'd passed out.

See, I figured you'd be sneaking into my office.

Looks like you're feeling better.

Don't patronize me. I won't stand for that from you.

Patronize you? Dad, you were in really bad shape.

Well, as you can see, I'm fine.

Where are my sedatives?

Look, I was worried about you. The house is a mess.

Yeah, well, you can go back to your house, my prodigal son. Thanks for your concern.

I'm not prodigal at all.

Don't be so literal. Go back to your debauched life, you resentful elder son.

Look, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Since when did you become so upright and devoted?

I can't find my goddamn sedatives!

Have you heard any news about Andy?

I mean, I hope he's still with Emmett.

I don't think I'll ever be able to run away from him.

I know that feeling.

I feel like I was a mistake.

A very big mistake, actually.

I don't think you realize how important you really are to him.

I'm attached to you and I can't explain it.

You know, when you were suffering, I used to daydream about you.

And you dying of an overdose.

Somewhere. But I was happy because I'd finally be able to

love you without any complications.

I'll be able to mourn you for the rest of my life without feeling guilty.

Isn't that crazy?

I'd only make a good father to a dead son.

But you never died.

Sorry to disappoint you.

There were times I wished I had died.

I hear you, and I appreciate that honesty.

This isn't an excuse.

We're not in therapy right now.

I just... I mean, I feel that fear of everything.

I... I know that feeling.

Maybe I didn't appreciate what you and Mom went through because of me and my problem.

Do you believe me?

I believe you.

Do you think I'm telling the truth?

Yes.

Nonsense.

I think you're just humoring me. I think you see me as lost, and that I'm

finished, living in some other world.

I want to believe you.

That's not the same as actually believing me.

And all this flattery and hypocrisy.

I remember that idiot at the party, and that whole film, and all that movie nonsense.

Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me your intentions are pure.

Surely you can do something of your own without me.

Am I something precious?

What?

Am I something precious?

Are you quoting me?

I think I'm quoting myself.

How generous of you!

You took it from my diary.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You stole my diary.

And you copied from me...

word for word, for a novel that later became

One of the best-selling and most successful books.

Maybe I was just trying to capture the voice of a teenager.

You should feel flattered.

This is literary theft. No, it's realism.

Believe it or not, Richard, this particular kind of realism is what made me

famous.

You're not even sorry, for God's sake!

What do you want from me, Richard?

You want to become a writer?

This isn't my burden, it's yours. I respected you more when you were just

a damn addict. At least that was your own business.

All those endless monologues about being a failed father, my son,

they clearly feel like just another indulgence in yourself, as usual.

And now you're going to play this role, and we're supposed to sit here

and just listen.

You have no idea how hard it was to stand outside this office wondering what

your father's real life was like, the one he truly cares about. I already told

you what a terrible person I am. It shouldn't come as any surprise.

How is it that you never apologize for anything?

Do you have any idea how far you are from being a real human being?

Do you have any... any idea what you did to your child?

I think it hurts you to think how much you're like your father.

You see how he hurts people and you think you'll turn out like him.

Dad wanted to tell me something at the party, but he couldn't. Well, he didn't.

Couldn't bring himself to do it, or didn't? Someone interrupted him.

But when he was your age, he was like you.

He could count his good friends on one hand.

At your age, he could do anything and be anyone.

He had countless possibilities. The same destiny

that's waiting for you now.

But he changed, didn't he?

That's the price of success.

One day, he could no longer leave the house.

Before we knew it, he didn't even want to leave anymore. He became more and more

withdrawn and isolated.

But Andy, you don't have to go down that road.

You can take whatever path you want.

That's the beauty of independence.

The choice is yours.

Because you can leave.

You're an adult now.

Look at yourself.

Listen,

I admire Andy.

I like the idea that he represents you.

Before all of this happened.

For you, and for all of us.

No need to worry about him being alone.

I'll make sure he's all right.

However he needs me to.

Yes, of course.

Listen, I'm going back to my mother's house now.

Whatever happens, Dad, I'm... glad I came back.

Whatever what?

Whatever your damn madness.

Finally, a straight answer.

Yes. At least I got one right.

I guess this is goodbye, then.

Rest in peace with me, my pain,

O memory.

Every time, the same thing repeats,

It's not in vain that I search

for my path, it's not

in vain that I search, oh God.

Or for a brief moment, like a flash

Who knows?

The letter arrived today from him, from my eldest son.

I didn't open it right away. I left it

on the desk and stared at it for a while.

I already knew, I knew what it would say.

I'm fine and happy, and I won't be coming home for Christmas.

As for the youngest, he still calls me "Daddy."

He doesn't understand anything yet.

He doesn't know what I really am.

Every night he says to me, "Tell me a story."

And every night I say the same thing:

"Tomorrow."

The middle son...

He doesn't knock, and he doesn't ask.

Warm at first, then cold, then

he disappears.

The eldest used to sit beside me when he was small,

before I broke him.

He asked questions, so many questions.

Sometimes I answered, until I stopped.

The fire no longer burns, neither in

the stove nor inside me.

I tried to write tonight.

"Once upon a time, a man built a house out of words."

No.

"Once upon a time, a father who could not love enough."

No.

"Once upon a time, a fire consumed everything he loved."

In the morning, the house was empty and silent,

too silent.

I called out to them, but there was no answer.

I'm going back to the study now. I pick up the pen.

I write one line.

"Tomorrow never comes."

And I stop.

I found her that night.

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