Original subtitles

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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