All language subtitles for Being Erica s01e07 Such a Perfect Day.eng

Previously on "being Erica":

Please don't marry Josh.

He can't make you happy.

He doesn't make you happy.

(Wedding guests)
Mazel tov!

Sam.

(Samantha)
I'm not really interested in hearing your speech

and... after tonight,

I never want to talk
to you again.

It's been 3 weeks,

suddenly she's acting
like she's my, uh...

What?
Girlfriend.

(sarcastic laughter)
I am not.

Yeah, you are.

And I like it.

One of the projects
that I am most stoked about

is a memoir...

From mogul Marcus Stahl.

(Erica)
You stole my ideas, Julianne.

Publishing is a game.

You can either stand
on the sidelines,

or you can play.
It's really your call.

Fine. One condition.

I'm not gonna be nice
to you.

(telephone ringing,
folders flip)

(Erica)
Oh, great. These contracts are in triplicate,

Ready for Mr. Galvin to sign.

Thank you.
(phone ringing)

Julianne Giacomelli's office.

Uh-huh.

Spencer.
Rush delivery to New York.

Thanks.

We've already cancelled.

If Deepak Chopra's
not gonna be there,

then she's not gonna be there.
Okay, great.

(cacophony of phones ringing)

Oh, more?

'cause there's no room
on my desk.

Remember that little
fishing boat

from "The Perfect Storm"?

How it climbed up
that endless wave,

hoping to reach the top

and cruise down
the other side to safety?

That's me.

Okay, good.
Um, these are good to go.

I just corrected some typos
on paragraph four.

'kay, thank you.

(phones ring)
Ah...

But just like that
fishing boat,

I can't seem to quite
crest the wave.

Julianne Giacomelli's office.

(Ryan)
Hey, I'm back.

Would you believe me
if I told you

the national dish of Ecuador
is guinea pig?

(Erica)
Uh, hey Ryan, I'm sorry,

This really isn't a good time.
I'm just, I'm buried in work.

(Ryan)
All right. This won't take long.

From tonight
to tomorrow night.

(Erica)
Uh, why, did something come up?

(Ryan)
Josh called

(Erica)
Oh.

But tomorrow night,
I promise, I'm all yours.

Dinner, movie...

Roast guinea pig,
you name it.

Okay, sure. I guess.
Um...

Look, is this gonna be
a problem?

No.

Ryan, my sister hates me.

It's not a stretch to imagine

that her husband isn't exactly
thrilled that we're together.

(Ryan)
That's his deal. And, for what it's worth,

this whole thing between you
and your sister,

I'm sure it'll blow over.

I hope so. Bye.

I'd hate to keep you from
planning your social life,

I just thought maybe you could,
you know, do your job.

I am.
Uh, what do you need?

Uh, the launch strategy file
for Mark Stahl's book,

five minutes ago.

Okay, well,
when does he want to hear it?

Now. And you're helping
with the pitch,

so, come on,
it's game time.

(Erica)
Whoa. We're launching a book

that Stahl hasn't even
written yet?

I mean, we don't even
have the chapters?

Yes, Erica,
we do have them.

They're in editing.

Show me your poker face.

Oh, God, help us.

We think that this book
is perfect

for the business
traveller market.

We think?
(Erica) We know.

Uh, the research backs it up.

Young professionals,
they love self-help books

with a dash of schadenfreude
thrown in.

(clears throat) We'll focus
on the tell-all angle.

Which we leverage
for the talk shows.

All for a major
pre-Christmas launch.

And with a cover
this good?

We think it'll grab
everyone's eye.

(Frank)
Hmm. Bring it here.

Oh.

I'm liking this.

It's grabby.

I'll take the chapters home
tonight

and send you my notes
in the morning.

(Julianne)
Oh, actually, Frank, um...

we do have three chapters,

but they're still very...

Raw.
Raw.

I don't need 'em
prettied up.

I wanna see
what I'm paying for.

Who's got them right now?

Oh, um...

Who? Um... Dory.

(Frank)
Dory is editing "the history of coffee."

I just spoke to her.

And get me something to read!

Today!

(Erica)
So, if you're in the water

and the waves keep
smacking you down,

what do you do?

Sometimes you manage
to soldier on,

clutch the steering wheel
and face the storm.

Dory?

Everyone knows she's editing
the freaking coffee book.

Julianne, I'm sorry.

I just,
I, I thought...

Oh, well, you won't be doing
that again, will you?

If we don't have pages
by the end of the day,

Galvin will have me
thrown out that window

and I will throw you first
to break my fall.

Believe me.
I do.

Then get me pages.

(phones ringing)

(Erica)
While other times,

you look around and see
the situation clearly;

that ultimately
you're going to drown.

♫ Being Erica 1x07 ♫
Such a Perfect Day Original Air Date on February 18, 2009

-- Sync, corrected by elderman --
-- for www.addic7ed.com --

♪ it's clearer inside of me ♪

♪ who I will always be ♪

♪ open me up to my heart ♪

♪ feels like I'm seeing
in the dark ♪

♪ waking me up to my heart ♪

♪ to do it all over
again and again ♪

♪ until the end ♪

♪ the sum of my dreams ♪

♪ and everything
I ever wanted to be ♪

(Gary)
When I said let's have lunch,

I meant let's have lunch
in a restaurant.

(Erica)
No time. Besides, standing up eating,

I think it's better
for digestion, anyway.

You know what I want
to talk to you about.

Dad, please,
I can't today.

You know how hard it is

to have my two daughters
not speaking to each other?

Okay, look, try being
one of the daughters.

I mean, she won't return
my calls.

I've tried leaving messages,

I've tried email,
I mean...

I've tried,
but at a certain point, dad,

you just, you gotta say
enough is enough.

So, you're giving up
on your sister,

is that it?

I really miss her.

I know.

What can I do?

Nothing.

That's why I didn't
wanna talk about this.

This is what I'm afraid of.

(Gary)
What?

Come on, dad,
it's always the same.

It's always you and me
over here

and Sam and mom
over there.

And, Sam,
she'll just get mad

if she thinks that
you're on my side.

I'm not taking sides.

I want my girls to make up.

That's all.

Let me speak to her.

Sometimes a fight
gets to a point

where you need a mediator.

Someone with perspective.

I gotta get back to work.

I love you, dad.

I love you.

(Erica)
Thanks for the sandwich.

You must have a horseshoe
tucked somewhere

I don't wanna know about.

But then again,
maybe I do.

Brent, what is it?

Marcus Stahl
is in the hizouse.

Not a moment too soon.

Oh, thank God.
Does Julianne know?

Mm-hmm.

Good, thank you.

Ah, Mr. Stahl.

Mm, oh.
Got your messages.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't
get back to you sooner.

Things have been
just kind of crazy.

I mean, with me working
and thinking

and really trying
to construct something.

You know, I mean,
something good.

Of course,
of course.

It's good to see you,
you know?

Really need those pages.

Mm-hmm. Yup.

Oh, yes,
the um... the pages.

I mean, to be honest,

we were getting
a little bit worried,

you did, you did bring them
with you?

Nothing?!

Nothing at all?
Not even one page?

I've been trying.

Okay, I've been sitting
at my desk, but...

I'm sorry.

Oh, oh, you're sorry.

Well, that definitely takes
the sting out of the slap

you just laid across
my face.

Julianne, listen to me,

it's not gonna happen,
you just...

have to accept it.

I'm walking away.

You promised us a book

We could have on the shelves
for Christmas.

And we've put a lot of time,
resources,

so, no, I do not accept it.

You just can't walk away.

Yes, I can.

You cashed the advance.

I'll pay it back.

And you'll be talking
to our lawyers,

all ten of them.

Fine. Fine.
You go ahead

and do whatever you u want,

but it's not gonna
get a book out of me!

Because... I give up.

(teary breaths,
welling up)

I can't...
I can't go back there.

And I won't.

Well, you can't really type
in a straight jacket.

Can't do coke
in a straight jacket, either.

Mister Stahl?

Please, I know that we just
freaked you out back there.

What is this?
Good cop, bad cop?

No, not at all.

I just came to tell you that
I think that I understand...

Oh, you understand?

Yes. When you said that
you can't go back there,

I mean, you meant to that
time in your life, right?

What are you, a shrink slumming
as someone's assistant?

You're absolutely right,

I don't know what it's like
to struggle with an addiction,

but I do know
how painful it can be

to face the past.

And sometimes...

the best way to deal
with something horrible

that's happened to us

is... is to revisit it.

To take a really good,
long, hard look at it.

I mean, that's just my opinion.

And it's not just for
the good of the book,

it's good for you.

When does Galvin
need the pages?

Um... tonight.

I can't promise you anything.

Of course.

(button clicks)

(Samantha)
Dad, I'm sorry, but you can't just come to my work

and upset me like this.

What happened between
Erica and I

has nothing to do
with you.

You're both my daughters;

It has everything
to do with me.

Your sister loves you,
I know you know that.

And I know you also know,

she'd never do, purposely,
anything to hurt you.

Big surprise.

You're siding with her
even now.

I am not siding with her.

Dad, she told me
not to marry my husband.

She told me
that he doesn't love me,

5 minutes before I was about
to walk down the aisle.

I know.

But your refusing
to speak to her

is not the answer.

What you're doing
is hurting you.

I can see it
in your face.

You can't just give up
on your relationship.

You have to,
at the very least,

try to understand
why she said it.

Okay, you did not
just suggest that.

Sammy...
No!

I don't need
to understand why.

I don't need
to talk about it.

And if you keep
bringing it up,

we won't have anything left
to talk about at all.

For the first time
in my professional career,

I have no idea what to do.

(Brent)
I do. We rain hellfire on him.

We set Galvin's team
of soulless,

baby-eating lawyers
on his neurotic ass.

No. No lawyer,
not even ours,

can legally compel someone
to write a book

that they don't wanna write.

We're cooked.

Stahl said
that he'd get me pages.

(Julianne)
Oh my God, you are so naive.

No, we gotta... move on

to a backup plan.

What about that lady,
the bag lady,

who saved all the cats?

(Brent) Dogs.
(Julianne) Whatever.

For the Christmas book?

Yeah, I mean,
nothing says Christmas like...

little puppies being saved
from an uncertain fate.

Warms the cockles.
That it does. Make it happen.

Julianne...
Chuga-chuga, chuga-chuga;

That's the sound
of the puppy train, Strange,

it's leaving the station,
you might wanna climb on.

Stahl's book,
it's important,

it's hopeful
and original...

Hey, look.
I know you're "invested"

and I know
this is your "baby,"

but it's not mine
and it never was.

You gotta let it go.

(Erica)
Mr. Galvin asked for the pages.

Let me break it down
for you.

You can either...
fix me a latte and drop this,

or you can keep fighting
this losing battle

and go home for good.

Erica?
(frustrated groan)

A word.

The word is hari-kari.

Don't do it,
because I like you

and I want you to stay,
okay?

Look, everybody
has a breaking point

and Julianne just hit it.

You may be right
about Stahl...

No, Brent,
I know that I'm right.

No, you don't.

And even if you did,

it's either his book
or your job.

Give in, Erica.

Stahl did.

Fine.

Good. I'm happy again.

Go make Julianne
that latte,

and ask her if she needs
help with that...

bag lady...
dog-memoir-thingy.

Okay?

(sighs)

(startled gasp)

You just gonna stand there?

Yes, I am.

Because, uh...
we're not doing this today.

"you can complain
because roses have thorns

or you can rejoice
because thorns have roses."

Zig Ziglar.

Yeah? Who's he?

Oh, God, I don't know.
I have no idea.

The quote stuck though.

Wow. You look tired.

I am tired.

My entire life is a mess.

My sister won't talk to me;
"thank you" for that.

My boss wants to fire me,

because, God forbid,
I actually have an opinion,

and now, here you are.

But you know what, Dr. Tom?
I'm not doing it.

Our therapy has been
a big step back,

so the last thing
I wanna do

to top off
this crap-tacular day

is a session,

believe me.

You done?

With all this?

Yes, I am.

(Dr. Tom)
Well, where are you going?

Back to work.

(Dr. Tom)
Oh, so you're gonna give up then?

(door rattles)

Well, it, uh,
it seems to be going around.

Erica, stop.
Sit down.

(yanking harder on door)

(yells sharply)
I said, stop!

(calming inhale and exhale)

Sit.

Please.

Okay.

So, you don't wanna go back
and stare down another regret?

You know what?
I understand that.

So, I'll tell you what,
maybe...

I can send you somewhere else.

What do you mean?
Well, you tell me.

I mean, you could return
to a day,

I mean any day...

I mean a good day,

what would that be?

Nothing is really coming
to mind right now.

(plate clunks)

You ever tasted
a madeleine?

Go, try one.

Really.

Marcel Proust believed
in involuntary memory.

A single bite

of one of those little
oval cakes there,

(snaps fingers)
could send him back

to the blissful days
of childhood.

The Proustian rush,
I know.

This cake is delicious.

I know, isn't it?

You know, revisiting
a good experience

can sometimes be as beneficial
as returning to a bad one.

Well,
that's good to know.

Mm-hmm.

Do me a favour,
close your eyes.

Go ahead.

Now I want you to go
to the very back

of the filing cabinet,

and I want you to find me
a good day.

A day when you...
made everything perfect.

Now, that looks promising.

No, it's stupid.
I can work with stupid.

It's just a manner
of speaking.

Okay,
I remember this one day

that I spent with my brother
and sister.

Nothing big,

we just... took a ferry
to Toronto Island.

Sounds fun.

Well, it didn't start off
that way.

It started off with...

this horrible,
no-holds barred,

battle royale
between my parents.

Leo and Sam were traumatized,

so was I.

So I got the three of us
the hell out of there.

(seagulls cry)

(Erica, Samantha and Leo)
(playful screams) Wooo! Hey, Leo! Yeah!

(Erica)
We had all this steam to blow off,

and all that pent up energy,

it made the day
insanely fun.

Nobody was telling us
what to do

or how to behave.

We just, we did whatever
we wanted to do,

as often as we could stand it.

(yelling and laughing)

It was kind of like a glimpse
of how we all might've been

if it wasn't for the baggage
of our parents

weighing us down.

We capped it off
with this amazing sunset cruise

back to the city...

and I remember thinking:
What a perfect day.

It was everything
that this day is not.

And when you go back
this time?

I'm not gonna change
a thing.

And so we rewind.

(jenga blocks clatter,
Erica gasps, startled)

Oh shit.

(Gary)
I'm calling it like I see it.

(Barbara)
(scoffs) A Rabbi?!

Yes, a Rabbi.

You've never recognized
my spiritual side.

(Barbara)
Because I've never seen it, Gary!

(Gary)
...Insignificant little world, nothing registers.

It's the same stupid,
self-centered,

He does not have
to talk to her...

(Erica)
No, Leo.

Leo, you do not want
to do this, okay?

Just trust me.
Let's, let's just go.

No, I mean it, okay?
You will regret this.

Let's just get the hell
out of here, okay?

Please, Leo.

(Barbara)
You take that back.

(Gary)
I am not gonna take it back!

You can give me
the silent treatment

all you like,

laugh, if you want.

Calling it like you see it,
Gary?

What about me?
What about the way I see it?

Have you ever considered that?

I swear,
sometimes I hate him.

No you don't.

How do you know
what I think?

Hey, Leo,
just calm down.

No, you should've
let me go at him

and make my point.

I don't need you
babysitting me.

Look, I'm not
babysitting you,

I'm just trying
to protect you.

Babysitting.

Dad's giving up on mom,

He's pushing her away.

(Samantha)
Leo, please stop.

(Erica)
Hey, you guys, you know what?

Let's just enjoy today.

Mom and dad and all their crap
are back there and...

here we are!

Trust me,
today is gonna be super fun!

And you're super gay.

You know, Leo,
you really shouldn't say that,

it's offensive.

Offensive?
Yeah.

(half laughs)
Now you're just retarded.

I don't understand why
we're going here?

Anywhere we could go
in Toronto,

and we're going
to the island?

You know it's a garbage dump,
right?

It's not a garbage dump.

Is it really
a garbage dump?

We're going swimming
in a garbage dump?

No, okay, there's a little bit
of landfill,

(Samantha)
Aw, Leo.

Leo,
can you not do that?

And get... you know what?
Get down from the edge.

What, this edge?

Come on.
Jeez.

You're so annoying today.

Well, look,
I will be less annoying

if you just sit down here
with your sisters.

Sam, what're you doing?

Putting on baby oil.

Amelia says that's how
all the Baywatch girls

get their sexy
California look.

No, that's how you get
melanoma.

And the only thing worse
than skin cancer is wrinkles,

Believe me.

Spf 9? That's it?

Oh, well. Leo?

Okay.

What do...

You're violating me
and freaking me out.

Majorly.

You're right,
I'll just chillax.

Chill-what?

Nothing.

Don't have a cow, dude.

(ferry's horn blows)

Where is Leo?
I mean, he was right here.

Leo:
Yo, Beavis Bnd butthead, wait up!

(Erica)
Hey, Leo, watch, there's kids.

Leo:
Look, mom, no eyes! Woo!

Leo, watch out!

Leo:
All right! Woo!

Sam, are you okay?

Oh, that doesn't
feel good.

Sorry.

Mini golf?

("Perfect" by
Fairground Attraction plays)

♪ it's got to be-e-e ♪

♪ perfect ♪

Oh, yeah!

Who's still got it
after all these years, huh?

That's me! Oh, yeah!

Oh, come on, you guys,
you didn't see that?

One putt and I sunk it.

I mean, do you know how hard
that is to do?

Yeah, do you know that
this is mini-golf,

and not the PGA?

Okay, whatever.
Sammy, you're up.

Dare you to take on
the next female Tiger Woods.

Tiger who?

He's up and coming.

Fun.

Ahh. Erica, I can't,
my wrist.

But we need
the three of us to play.

What? Why?

Because it's not gonna be
the same, okay?

I know, how about we skip
this gayness

and go to the nude beach,
huh?

Disposable cameras on me.

(Erica)
Leo.

Leo:
No? Okay.

All right.

It's okay.

Survey says!

(putter whacks the ball,
ball clanks as it ricochets)

Leo:
One out of three siblings says that golf blows.

That's great, Leo.

That's super great.

Very nice.
Well done.

Leo:
Yo, beautiful!

How about you practice
what you preach over here

and join us for a little game

we professionals like to call
putt-putt?

Leo,
what're you doing?

You said you wanted
a third.

Not her.

Oh, look,
she's coming.

Act like you're doing
something.

Don't mind if I do.

What's your name?

Tiger. Tiger Woods.

Mmm. Tiger, huh?

Well, you can me, cougar.

(quietly) They will,
in about 15 years.

♪ I need someone ♪

♪ who really cares ♪

♪ life is too short ♪

♪ to play silly games ♪

♪ I promised myself ♪

♪ I won't do that again ♪

(squeals)
Oh, yes!

Score!
(excited squeals)

You are my good luck charm.

I ought to wear you
around my neck.

Leo:
Anytime, cougar.

My real name's Tina.

Starts with a "t,"
ends with an "a."

Okay then...
Um, if Sam can't play,

why don't the three of us,
we go hit me rides?

That sounds like
a great idea!

No, no-no-no,
I can't join you if you do.

No, I have to stay here.

It's my job.

Oh, that's too bad.

Okay, what are you on?

I am this close
to scoring with Tina.

You are this close
to scoring an std.

Look, Leo...

Look,
can't we just enjoy today?

What if...

What if it was one
of the last times

You, Sam and I could ever
spend like this together?

Please, Leo,
I'm bored.

Please?

Fine!

Rides, whatever.

No! It's not "whatever."

It's super fun!

Come on! Come on.

You know where
to find me...

if you change your mind.

♪ perfect! ♪

(Erica)
Mmmm!

I've got the metabolism
of a teenager.

I could eat two more
of these babies

and not gain an once.

Can I try...
Ahh! Hands and mouth off.

(Carney)
Sweetheart, not so wise, eating all that junk

before climbing on the banshee.

Uh... Alex, not so wise
calling me sweetheart.

It's a merry-go round.

Big whoop.

Crank her up.
Extra long.

Oomph.

(merry-go-round music plays,
Erica sighs nauseously)

(Erica)
Is this thing ever gonna end?

Ehn, it's just more bang
for our buck.

(merry-go-round music plays,
kids scream excitedly)

(Samantha)
Erica, do you feel okay?

Round and round
and round...

(gags)

It's not good.

You got a funny feeling
in your stomach?

Like there's a big greasy ball
of gefilte fish down there,

rolling around and around
and around and around...

(grunts) Leo.

Leo:
Aw, sis, you gonna hurl?

Shut up.
(laughs)

(Erica vomits
as Samantha squeals)

(Erica)
Oh...

Ah! Those are
my new timberlands!

(Leo)
That is disgusting.

(weepy tone)
I'm so sorry, Sam.

Sam:
Oh...

Stop the ride.

(merry-go-round
Slows to a halt)

I don't get paid
to clean up puke.

I told you not to eat
that crap.

Okay, Sam, we're gonna
go find a fountain

and I'm gonna clean
your shoes off.

By hand if I have to.

They're suede.

(Leo)
And now they're blue.

Not necessarily
a bad thing.

(Erica)
Leo, would you please shut up?

This is not funny.

No, Erica,
this isn't fun.

It hasn't been fun
all day.

That the three of us
can remember, okay?

Oh, you've done that.

I mean, this is up there
with my bris

for the worst day my entire God.

I mean, between this...

and dad,
and everything...

I cannot wait for September,

so I can get the hell away
from all of you.

Leo.

(Samantha)
Erica, apologize.

Go after him.
Do something.

(heavy, heartsick sigh)

(Erica)
Leo!

Sammy!

Ugh.

Oh, hey, over here.
Me next.

(Dr. Tom)
Oh, I don't think you're garbage quite yet.

Besides, I'd need
a much bigger bag.

So, how come you're not
with Sam and Leo?

Because, ta-da,
I did it again.

Here I am, trying to relive
the perfect day

and I can't,

because every time
something changes,

even it's,
if it's just a little bit,

I freaked out.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Quantum mechanics.

You see, we can never know
with any kind of certainty,

how an atom
will behave naturally.

Because the very instant
that we look at an atom,

we alter it.

The very act of looking
is never a passive thing.

It has an effect.

In fact,
physicists tell us

that reality,
at it's deepest level,

is the response
of the observer.

You know,
it's kinda like you,

reliving past events.

(Erica)
Today is not just any old memory,

it's the last day
that Leo and Sam and I,

you know, we spend
three-musketeers style.

Leo went off
to university,

Sam and Josh,

they became attached
at the hip.

I mean,
it was our last big hurrah

before Leo...
before Leo died.

And now it's ruined.

All I wanted to do
was relive today

exactly as it was.

But just being here,
it changed it.

Quantum mechanics.

And now this'll be my past.

This day will be
just another mess.

You know, Erica,
if there's one thing

that I know
you have learned

in our short time together,

it's that...
life is about choices.

Every day,
every moment,

is a choice.

And all you have
to decide is...

what's your choice
gonna be here?

"although the world
is full of suffering,

it is also full
of the overcoming of it."

Helen Keller.

(water sprays)

These shoes cost me,
like, a 100 bucks,

and I worked
at the Orange Julius

for over a month
to pay for them.

Hey look, Sam,
I'll, uh...

I'll buy you a new pair,
okay.

I don't want a new pair!
I want this pair.

And I'd rather walk
around barefoot

than wear those things.

Looks like somebody
needs to cool off.

Don't even think about it.

Flick me again
and I'll...

Erica,
I am warning you.

No,
that wasn't a flick.

You said a flick,
that was a splash.

Oh, I will show you
a splash.

(screams)

(Erica and Samantha)
(playful screams)

(water splashes,
playful yelps)

♪

(train whistle toots,
train chugs by)

(Samantha)
Man, I am so hungry right now!

(Erica)
Oh, me too.

Do you remember where they have
those little doughnuts?

That's the C.N.E.

Funnel cakes?

Funnel cakes,
I love funnel cakes.

You know who really loves
funnel cakes?

Leo.
Let's go find him

Okay.

(make playful chirrup noise
as they jump on train)

(Samantha giggles,
train whistle toots)

(Tina)
(playful giggle) No, Tiger.

If I get caught skipping out
on mini-golf,

my career is basically over.

Well...
my motto, Tina?

Mm-hm.

Live each day
like it's your last.

I think I'm gonna get that
tattooed on my back.

(giggles)

(Samantha)
You don't think

he could actually be
at the nude beach, do you?

Well I know that we're
not gonna go to find out.

I mean, today's been bad enough
without seeing that.

(Samantha)
Well, we can't go back to the city without him,

So what do we do?

(inhales and exhales)

You know what?
If...

If being with Tina
makes Leo happy today,

let's just let him
be with Tina.

But you keep talking
about the ferry and sunset.

(Erica)
Well, then it'll just be you and I,

total sister time.

If that's cool with you.

Of course.
Why would you even ask?

Well, because of the shoes.

You know, I thought that
you might still be mad.

Well, I'm not happy,
but...

I don't hold grudges,
you know that.

Can I have one of these?
I want a souvenir.

Sam, we, uh,
we live in Toronto.

Yeah, but I wanna
remember today.

Thanks.
There you go.

(Samantha) Thank you.
(Erica) May you always...

think of our incredible
afternoon together, Sam.

(snow globe sloshes)

Tina, you are the bomb.

You're not so bad yourself,
Tiger.

(breathless laughter)

I, uh...
I have a confession to make.

My name's not Tiger,
it's Leo.

It's Leo the lion?

That's even better.

(Leo)
(small moan)

Whoa...

Incoming roid rage
at four o'clock.

(Tina)
Whoops.

Oh, you know him?

Um... yeah,
that'd be Alex.

(whispers)
He's my boyfriend.

(Leo)
Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

(Tina)
Oh, baby, baby... No, baby! No! No!

No, baby, don't!

(Samantha)
Yup, Leo is definitely at the nude beach.

(Erica)
No problemo, it's not the last ferry.

Just the last ferry
with the best view ever.

(Leo)
Run for it!

(Tina)
Alex!

Alex, chill!
It's not that big a deal!

(Leo)
Erica, hurry up!

Leave my brother alone,
you got it?

(hard slap,
Alex grunts)

Don't mess
with the babysitter.

(panting)

That girl just...
(hard slap)

Amber told me
you made out with Tiffany

from whack-a-mole!

Now you know how it feels!

Oh, honey.
Are you okay?

No.

(laughs)

Leo, are you okay?

I'm cool.

Let me tell you,
sis...

you rocked hard.

Good day.

Great day.

Perfect day.

♪ oh, the rhythm of my heart
is beatin' like a drum ♪

♪ with the words "I love you"
rollin' off my tongue ♪

♪ no, never will I roam ♪

♪ for I know my precious home ♪

♪ where the ocean
meets the sky ♪

♪ I'll be sailing ♪

♪ the rhythm of my heart
is beatin' like a drum ♪

♪ where the ocean
meets the sky ♪

♪ I'll be sailing ♪

♪ ooh-hoo-hoo-hooo ♪

(Leo laughs,
front door shuts)

Mom, dad, you should
have been there.

We had such a fun day.

I'm glad someone
had a great day.

(photo album slaps shut)

Do you guys think...

mom and dad
are gonna get a divorce?

No.

No, they're just...

they're just going through
a rough patch.

We know that's not true.

But it'll be okay, Sam.

No, it will.

Our parents may be psycho,
but I'm not going anywhere.

Neither is Erica, right?

You got it.

Well, I don't know
about you guys,

but I am starving

'cause I left everything I ate
on the island.

(wrapper crinkles)

Bah! Oh my God.

Do not sneak up on me
like that ever again.

Sorry, I was just about
to make Julianne her latte.

Yeah, uh,
Julianne doesn't take

drain cleaner
in her latte.

Um, hey, Brent.

How long has it been since,
um, we last talked there?

Why are you looking
at me like that?

I'm just trying to see
if you're having a seizure.

Do you smell burnt toast?

Look, Brent,

I need you
to cover for me.

No, you need to bring
Julianne her latte;

She's thirsty and cranky.

And I need to speak
to the art department

about a cover
for the cat lady book.

Dog lady book.

Whatever.

Mmm. My God,
my kung fu is strong.

Look, I'm sure it is,
but, Brent,

you need to cover for me,
okay?

You haven't heard anything
I said earlier, did you?

No, I did, and I should
probably follow your advice,

but I'm not really thinking
with my head right now.

Please? Come on, come on.
Please-please-please?

Things turns out the way
I think they will,

I call dibs on
your ergonomic chair.

And your orchids.

And your coloured
paper clips!

Okay.

Hello?

Mr. Stahl?

Um, um, it's Erica Strange
from Riverrock Publishing.

I just, I let myself in,
I hope that's okay?

Mr. Stahl?

I-I just, uh...

came over to see

if you needed any help
with the manuscript.

(calling out)
Hello?

(papers rustle)

(shocked gasp)

What do you mean
you haven't written anything?

There's gotta be
four chapters here.

Mr. Stahl, I knew that
you could do it,

I knew that you could face...

Mr. Stahl?

Marcus?!

Oh God! Marcus!

Marcus.

Marcus, can you hear me?

(keypad beeps)

Marcus... Marcus...

Oh shit.

Oh shit, shit.

It's 459 Arbour Street.

I think he may have overdosed.
There was...

I mean, there was cocaine
and pills

and I, I...

I forget how to do
all this stuff,

just please hurry.

Mr. Stahl,
please wake up.

(hard slap,
stunned gasp)

Oh God, he's awake.
He's...

Oh, God.

(coughs)

(Erica)
Oh, thank God!

(Marcus breathes hard)

Marcus.

(coughs)

(Erica)
It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

(gurney rattles)

(unintelligible comment
over paramedic's radio)

(chuckles to herself)

(pen clicks)

Sam.

Hey, Sam. Wait-wait.
Hey, just talk to me.

What're you doing here?

Because I told dad
earlier...

No, no, one of our authors,
he overdosed.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, come on, Sam,
we're sisters.

Are we, are we really never
gonna to talk again?

Exactly, Erica,
we're sisters;

We're supposed
to love each other

and support each other...

and forgive each other.

Do you still feel
the same way about Josh?

Yes.

Then I can't forgive you.

It's simple,
you forced me to choose

between my sister
and my husband

and I made my choice.

I didn't ask you
to choose.

So that's it?

That's it.

Fine.

Hey, Sam?

When the day comes
that you do need me,

and it will come,
I'll be there for you.

Say what you want,
you're my sister.

We've lost Leo
and I refuse to lose you.

Rehab again.

Is there anything
that I can do?

Well, don't you think
you've done enough?

(Marcus and Erica)
(chuckle)

Don't worry,
I'll be fine.

Look, I've done it before,
I can do it again.

Only this time,
I'll be busier.

I have a book to write.

Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

So, she didn't make my latte
and she didn't go home.

She went to Stahl's house,
what, to hold his hand?

Until he finished
the first chapters.

Why?!
We don't want his writing!

Dog lady.

Whatever.

(nervous exhale)
Frank.

Just the man
I was hoping to see.

Julianne, Stahl's pages?

We agreed they would be
on my desk by day's end,

Yes?

Uh, Stahl has...

stalled.

What happened?

An old habit reappeared,
if you know what I mean.

Frank.

Frank, I...

I have prepared
an incredible plan b.

And I'm, I'm stoked.

I have some excellent ideas
for the cover

of our new, feel good,
Christmas title,

Okay?
(clears throat)

Imagine a grubby hand
reaching into the fire

to pull out
fuzzy little kittens...

I got 'em,
Stahl's pages,

and they're good.

(stammers)
They're very good.

(Frank)
From what I hear,

the man's in no condition
to write.

Um, which is why he's,
uh...

going off to rehab,
sir.

Rehab?

Oh, do you really think
that's gonna make us

feel all peachy?

It should because he's...
he's facing his problems.

Fab, but I told you,
we're moving on.

Please, please don't give up
on this.

Erica, drop it.

Mister Galvin,
you know... Stahl,

And I mean,
he is not a quitter.

I mean, his whole life
has proven that,

and he, he just told me,
he promised me,

that he will come out of rehab
with a book,

If you could please
just take a look at this.

You'll see, it's...
it's really good.

Well, we can't risk
depending on Stahl's book

and having it
not come through.

Christmas is our big season,
my dear,

and we can't be left
holding the bag.

That's why we're gonna develop
both books concurrently.

Julianne...

but Frank...

Put someone on the dog lady.

If Stahl's book is ready
in time,

it becomes a Christmas launch,

if not,

Dog lady takes its place.

You're right.

Stahl isn't a quitter.

If he was, we wouldn't be
doing a book about him.

Frank?

Make it happen, Julianne.

Thank you,
Mr. Galvin.

(relieved sigh)

Would you like a latte?

Look at you.

You could get a job
at Starbucks.

Yeah, well,
I might have to

if they hate
Stahl's writing,

but I just...
I couldn't let go.

I couldn't give up.

Mm, you could.

I almost did,
but it wouldn't be right.

Mm. Oh.

How much do they pay
at Starbucks, anyways?

"we cannot,
we will not,

choose the path
of surrender."

Woodrow T. Wilson.

(clears throat)

I, uh, I checked the temp
on the espresso

and the milk,
it's extra hot.

I read Stahl's chapters,
Erica.

Wow! That was, uh,
that was fast.

Well, Frank demanded it.

And it turns out
you were right,

they're not bad.

Oh? Well, that...
I mean, that's great.

Okay, do not let
what I'm about to say

go to your head.

I promise.

I'm impressed.

You have fought for a property
that you cared about,

despite all the naysayers,

and... you were right to.

Stahl needs more time,
he'll get it.

Hmm...

(sips latte and groans)

This makes me
less impressed.

(clears throat)
Right.

Hi, Ryan, it's me.

Um... listen,
I'm sorry about earlier.

Uh, tomorrow night
sounds great.

And... (deep inhale)

I hope that you're having
fun with Josh

and give me a call.

Oh!

(surprised gasp)

Heirloom tomatoes:
My secret weapon.

Um...

How did you get in here?

I bribed your building manager
with promises of leftovers.

(timer dings)

Oh, crap, my pine nuts
are burnt!

(laughs)

So what happened
to your plans with Josh?

(french accent)
I called him,

told him I changed my mind,

and then I tried to think
of this creative way

yo make it up to you.

Mmm, well...

Uh, the apron...
did the trick.

♪ the waves are gettin' higher ♪

♪ than you ever dreamed ♪

(Erica)
They say the greatest mistake is giving up;

That true strength lies
in the will to keep trying.

Keep hoping things
will get better;

Keep reminding yourself
of all you've accomplished...

♪ oh the rhythm of my heart ♪

(Erica)
Keep everything in perspective;

♪ is beating like a drum ♪

♪ and the words "I love you"
rolling off my tongue ♪

♪ oh, never will I roam ♪

♪ 'cause I know... ♪

(Erica)
Keep up the fight.

♪ where the ocean
meets the sky ♪

♪ I'll be sailing ♪

Because at the end of the day,
that's what you're left with:

The knowledge
that you did your best

And that you'll wake up
tomorrow

and try again.

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