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SEATLE ROAD

Subrip: Pix

Is this 1940 Seattle road?

Yes.

The owners are trying to sell the place,

so y'all better go back to wherever it is you came from.

Owners?

Yeah.

No, there must be some kind of mistake.

She just inherited the place.

My bad.

I'II, have to go check back at the office.

Yeah, you do that.

Have yourself a nice day.

Monday.

Experiment.

What is love?

An experiment?

I don't know.

Is it eternal?

Experience is art.

That's what it is.

-Hey, get me in the reeds. -Okay.

I have to work for this experience

-in art. -I'll pose with them.

My art.

My words.

My voice.

Let's get a two shot here.

The world is what it is.

It just is.

Come here.

I started to realize

there's always a price to be paid

when the artist goes in search of the art inside.

And as I travelled across country,

I wondered where my courage was back when he was alive.

Did he love me? Did he understand me?

And if not, does it really matter?

My father used to say,

"everything has been figured out

except how to live."

He wasn't dumb.

Now you can be a part of a dying breed,

a novelist that doesn't use a computer.

I keep having the same dream.

I'm a child again in an empty house,

filled with fear and horror...

This fear of dying without ever having truly lived.

Do either of you have a jumper cable?

Lord have mercy,

you a pleasant sight to wake up to.

No, I can't help you. Try next door.

Sold out.

I'll get you up. Give me a minute.

I'm really glad you had these.

Yeah, it's my friend's car.

Aren't you freezing?

I grew up in upstate New York.

So is naked laundry

this new thing in New York or something?

No, I don't have many clothes

and I've actually been thinking about going home

if I can't find a reason to stick around.

Aimless wanderer?

More like wandering aimlessly.

You turned on?

That's a little presumptuous.

No, I mean, can you turn the car on please?

Sorry.

Make sure you leave it running

for at least 20 minutes, okay?

Yeah, thank you.

That's really not necessary.

No, I insist. For your time.

I was just watching my clothes dry.

Not true, I interrupted some very heavy reading.

Not $20 worth.

Well, let me get you a coffee then.

How 'bout you give me your phone number?

Well, I'd love to,

but I don't know you, and you seem broke.

I'd have to say

"the giving tree." Yours?

Maybe "the velveteen rabbit."

What was your favorite book growing up?

I don't know, why?

Just wondering, I guess.

Well...

I'd have to say

"the giving tree." Yours?

Maybe "the velveteen rabbit."

You and I are the characters

from our favorite childhood books.

Yeah?

Yeah, you're a self-sacrificing tree.

And you're a stuffed rabbit.

We should write our own children's books.

Yeah? What would we call it?

"I love you so much it makes me sick."

Eve.

I don't know how to tell you this.

Your...

Your father died last night.

Wait, what?

He just called me.

Richard was a man of great faith.

A true pioneer, whose life

touched each and every one of us

individually.

Lord, our father...

Show yourselves to us today

and relieve the sadness from this grieving family.

In your name, amen.

The lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters, restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his namesake.

Yea, though I walk through

the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

-Adam, some salad? -No, thank you.

Are you sure? It's fresh from our garden.

Adam doesn't eat plants.

He's actually a very talented gardener himself.

Is that so? What kinds of things do you grow?

I don't do the growing.

I just help them along their journey.

Adam used to work in a nursery.

He specializes in hydroponics.

Are you a pot grower?

I read about rapid plant-death

of soil-based plants in hydroculture.

-He's actually a painter. -No, I'm a...

I use a system that actually uses 90% less water.

There's a meaningful water shortage

around the world.

I know my brother never knew what to do with Eve.

-It's affected her relationships with men. -Patty, please.

What, I just want to understand what his intentions are.

We're enjoying our dinner, come on.

You're a lot like your father, though.

-You know it? -How so?

Richard had a good heart,

but he only did what was good for him.

What does that mean?

Your whole life has been a show of autonomy.

If a situation didn't suit you,

you ignored it.

Your father tried reaching out to you.

You're the one who decided never to speak to him again.

-I have no regrets. -See? That's just it.

You know, you never admit you're wrong,

and now you're never gonna be able to tell him

-how you feel. -Patricia, come on.

We just buried the man.

Everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Everything all right with you?

Hey.

To Richard.

May he rest in peace.

That's good.

Hey, i... I'm sorry about before.

I'm not handling this very well.

What is it with you and the stray cats always?

Don't judge him.

He's not what you think. He's different.

Use your brain, that's all I'm asking.

You know, I was thinking about back in the day

when your dad had the record label.

He took me to the Fillmore for my first time

to see cream.

We both know that

he had trouble relating to you after your mom left.

Deep down, he knew it, too,

but, you know, he made his peace with it

so he could live his life...

That's not an excuse.

But at some point, you realize

forgiveness is necessary for survival.

What does that even mean?

I'm just saying, I spent a lot of my life

staying angry at people for my own selfish, but valid reasons

but...

Staying mad at a dead person

is only gonna make your life miserable.

Especially if that person is your father.

He didn't leave me anything, did he?

No, you made your intentions clear

so he changed his will.

Doesn't mean he didn't love you.

Indigestion?

Stomach issues

brought on by stress

and soul-sucking jobs my whole life.

Where did you work before?

Native plant nursery in Van nuys.

I got fired two weeks ago

'cause I implemented a hydroponic growing system.

Apparently, this cut into the profit margins

of the business.

So you decided to take

your initiative-based work skills

to a different part of the valley,

hoping to run into me again?

I found cheap rent nearby

and someone who didn't mind me practicing my passion.

-I'm a painter. -I'm a writer.

Two struggling artists.

-What do you write? -Short stories,

poetry, working on ideas for my first novel.

Can I have a pack of reds, too?

Yeah.

You gonna accept my money this time?

I don't know.

You gonna give me your number this time?

Unless you have a guy or...

Of course you have a guy. Who am I kidding?

No. Yeah. Technically, no.

I'm just not looking for anything serious right now.

No, I respect that.

Hey.

Yeah?

Never mind.

Right this way.

This is my new roommate/tenant, Adam.

And do not mind the mess, because he is the definition

of magnificent unusualness.

Small world.

Or are we just experiencing

a dubious case of synchronicity?

You two know each other, or...

We've met once or twice.

Well, Adam, we're gonna have to call it a night, man.

Come on, let me show you around.

Sure.

Tuesday.

He listens, I talk.

He's quiet, and I like that.

A writer needs someone who will let them talk,

who will let us work it out in real time

out loud.

Is that the piece you've been working on?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is.

You're talented, it's...

It's a little freaky, that's all.

But it's a longo knockoff.

Get out of here with me?

Where are we going?

My father's apple orchard in San Luis obispo.

He left it to me.

Well, for how long?

A month or two...

Or twelve?

I don... I don't know. It seems...

Look, I need this.

I can't be alone.

Well...

What're we gonna do about money?

We'll figure it out.

Okay? You can work on your artwork full-time

like you've always wanted,

and I can write.

No schedules.

No deadlines, no drama.

-No... -responsibility.

I have to make it through this year

before it kills me.

I don't know.

I mean, I miss my family.

Wednesday.

Sorrow found me.

Sorrow found me again.

I ran and hid,

but trouble haunts me.

Loneliness can help me.

You really dig the homeless vibe, don't you?

My living arrangements

are kind of in flux at the moment.

Did you move? Because of me?

Jen, this is Adam.

Adam, this is Jen.

Adam's gonna be crashing with us for a while,

if that's cool.

-Hi. -Of course.

So you're the boy she's predestined to be with?

I guess that's the case.

Jen's my roommate and my therapist.

Just be careful of falling into the relationship template

of your biblical counterparts.

Jen, don't be ridiculous.

The power of the unconscious mind would surprise you.

Can I help with anything?

The rice is gonna burn.

I thought you said you liked brown rice.

This is gonna be magical.

Yes, it is.

God created light,

and looked down onto all the matter

and created his paradise from the rubble.

What kind of interpretation is that?

It's mine.

Okay, well, I'm gonna have to call the power company.

It's gonna cost us.

I can get a generator and set it up.

Have to do something about the water, too.

That's best part about you

is that you're good with your hands.

The first time I had sex,

I tried to play it cool, but...

I cried.

It was just the first time I was out on my own.

I've made interesting choices

when it comes to guys.

I mean, I can sleep with them

even if I don't really like them.

To me, it's just sex.

I think it might've scared her off a little.

It's sad to think that

I'll never see her again.

Makes me feel feminine.

Powerful.

What was her name?

Alexandra.

Does that make you feel uncomfortable?

-Why? -I don't know.

Most guys can't get the visuals out of their head.

It's really brave of you.

I wanna know the woman that I love.

You don't have to say it just because I did.

My god, you have a weird thing

for that fucking pad thai.

No, I have a weird thing for that peanut sauce.

Thai food.

Hey, what's wrong?

I was just thinking about my brother.

I'll never get his face out of my head

when I told him he couldn't come with me.

I don't wanna be like my mom.

Why not?

My dad said that she was young,

but I think she just had a hard time

existing for anyone.

But I don't wanna talk about it.

That's one way to live your life,

not giving anyone a chance to get to know you.

Mine lives on a collective in upstate New York

with my baby brother.

A "collective"? Do you mean like a...

Commune, yeah.

Are you close?

I doubt she thinks so, considering I ran away.

So let me get this straight,

you ran away from a commune?

Yeah.

When I was 18, they tried to implement

these workshops to get people to stick around.

I got out of there as soon as I could.

Weren't you petrified?

I don't know if I knew enough about the world

to be scared.

I'd never been to school or anything like that.

I lived in a homeless shelter for three months

trying to track my dad down in New York.

He split when I was like 10 or so.

When I finally found him...

He told me to go someplace warm

and start over.

Gave me his copy of Emerson.

I guess that Ralph Waldo Emerson

was the only thing my parents could ever agree on.

Okay.

Yeah, thanks.

To your love.

Can I be annoyingly honest and insecure

and tell you exactly what scares me?

I'm afraid you're gonna end up hating me

and I'm gonna lose you as my best friend,

and it makes me ill.

And you're so good.

And you're sweet.

What if the timing of all this

ends up destroying us and hurting you?

I don't think that's gonna happen.

That's because you have a really bad emotional radar.

You're not like me.

You know what?

Hold that thought.

Thursday.

I wanna put these days behind me,

these feelings of death.

Death.

Why must we live if we die?

Why is he so quiet?

Does he think?

Does he feel as I do?

I don't understand what concerns his time,

but his perceptions are astute.

If only I knew more...

Help him refine them.

Maybe then I'll know the key to his heart

and he'll embrace the joy of companionship.

I don't wanna fuck this up.

Fuck what up?

I don't wanna be responsible

for anyone else's happiness right now.

The honeymoon always ends.

It does in every relationship.

If that's where we're at,

then it's up to us to decide where we go from here.

I don't want it to.

I just don't want you to have any expectations.

Expectation is the root of all heartbreak.

Well...

Maybe we could just tell each other everything.

Is there any other way?

You don't know how crazy I am.

Crazy enough to invite a strange boy

to live with you in an apple orchard.

You can never ask me to marry you.

Bloody hell,

could you not have kept the conversation

going a little longer? Those people were...

I was only trying to make friends for us to go out with.

Friends? The bloke tried to show me his truck nutz...

Obviously, my favorite thing in life.

Yeah, well, you ain't up for it then?

He was only trying to have a little chin-wag.

And I'm only trying to leave well alone.

I think scrooge here needs some more libations.

Hang about, I need to go see

a man about a dog in the loo.

I know you.

All right, cowboy.

No, no, no, you're the girl from Seattle road.

You're the guy who tried to put me pad up for sale.

What are you drinking?

Whiskey, neat.

Two whiskeys, neat.

-What kind? -Finest you got.

I am Bradley, by the way,

but my friends call me Lee.

Well, Bradley, I'll call you cowboy.

I'd love to stay and chat,

but I'm with me mate over there.

Hey...

Where did you find Jesus Christ superstar anyway?

Maybe I'm an apostle.

Right, right.

Well, listen, if you two ever run into any trouble,

maybe you could leave me your number?

I could give you a call.

That's forward.

Well, I'm a man of action.

Only because you remind me of young Brad Pitt in that hat.

Maybe another time?

Come on.

Another 15.

Hey, Hank.

What's the deal with 1940 Seattle road?

What are we gonna do if you don't sell any pieces?

The book isn't even close to done, and we're broke.

I'm stuck.

Forces are at work that we cannot touch

or see or even comprehend,

but as time marches on, they reveal themselves to us

in the most fateful of ways.

Okay, deepak chopra.

-I got you a job. -Where?

A local art gallery.

Well, what're you gonna do?

Writing is working.

The orchids take less frequent care.

I know you forget to water sometimes,

so the orchids take less frequent care.

Is that what I think it is?

It's better. It's moldavite crystal,

not some cheap imitation quartz.

"Happy mother's day,

to the best future mother in the world."

In ancient times, people used to use it

as psychic protection.

I adore it.

Negative entities find it difficult

to connect to your aura when you wear it.

My own key.

You trust me?

Why not?

It's easier that way.

Friday.

I wait alone for him to come.

He does not.

I wait in vain.

I need to rekindle the fire in my heart...

To create that which has not been before.

Otherwise, there's no point...

No point to my life.

I don't think I love you anymore.

And it's nothing that you did,

I'm just... I'm not sure about us

and things change.

This conversation again?

Yep, this conversation again.

Hey, it's been a while.

Call me. Let's talk.

Hey, it's been a while.

Call me. Let's talk.

Hey, it's been a while.

Call me. Let's talk.

I'm wondering... I really, really love this one.

Is this... is this by a local artist?

You know...

Yeah, this is actually a pretty interesting artist.

She's... these paintings here are done with "go-ash."

-Gouache? -Gouache, of course.

She's really cool. She actually grew up

in north Carolina, one of ten kids.

Yes, yes, we read that right there.

If you could check for me, that would be awesome 'cause I really wanna know.

I'm trying to keep it all local,

-if you know what I mean. -Yeah, sure.

No. I get it.

It's ten thousand.

But you know what? I'm not actually sure.

So my boss is coming back in just a few minutes.

If you wanna wait for her, she'll be able

to tell you more about it.

You hungry?

Hello?

So what's your problem?

What?

-Talk to me. -Nothing.

Nothing's on your mind?

Fuck, man.

Yeah, okay. I have something on my mind,

but I don't have to tell you every thought

that comes through my head.

Jesus.

I was only trying to talk.

That's all we do is talk.

Could you just shut up every once in a while?

Forget I asked.

What's my problem?

That I'm young,

I'm lost,

and I'm punishing myself

for everything that I haven't done.

And sometimes, honestly, I just want to be left alone.

This relationship is...

It's affecting you,

and me,

and most importantly, my work.

I'm only trying to cheer you up.

I don't want to be cheered up.

Good job with the generator.

I told you I was gonna fuck things up,

so don't go and try to make me feel guilty.

You did this for me?

Eve, I want to be on your team.

I don't deserve this.

Accept the generosity of strangers.

Is this him?

He used to tell me stories about his heyday in 'frisco.

Yeah, a real rebel without a cause.

Patty was right.

You do take after him.

He changed after his friends

started od'ing and killing themselves.

I always believed that he might've been an artist himself

if he hadn't seen death firsthand.

Why is that?

I once asked him why he and my mom decided to have kids

when they hated each other so much.

What'd he say?

He thought that the shared love

they'd have for a baby would bring them closer together.

I knew what he meant.

She never wanted to have me.

After I was born,

she landed a modeling contract

that took her to Paris

and left my care to my dad

and his random girlfriends.

Then six months later, she was married to this...

This photographer and living in New York.

It was like she forgot having a kid was permanent

and not just some trendy accessory.

What was her name?

I disagree with everything my parents stand for.

It makes sense now.

We both had something to escape from.

It's why we found each other.

What's this?

Adam, I just got off the phone

with Matty Pearl in Santa Barbara.

Please tell me you've sent that express package.

Come in.

What's up?

I don't think this is working out

the way I thought.

There it is.

I'm a fuck-up and...

This job just makes me feel bad and all.

You know, I know I'm not paying you a lot,

but I would really love it if you could follow through

on the mundane tasks when I ask.

It's not your fault, you're not cut out

for the ten to six grind.

Well, if Eve asks,

can you just tell her you couldn't afford

to keep me on or something?

-Sure. -I appreciate it.

I know how hard she worked to get me this job.

I'm sorry.

-Adam? -Yeah?

Eve really believes in you,

even if you don't.

Thanks.

Saturday.

I don't know why I seek his approval, but I do.

When I do, he withdraws,

and I wonder if any of them will ever understand me.

Maybe it's better to accept you're alone.

Do you ever get the feeling this all happened sometime?

And somewhere?

Like deja vu?

You're kidding me.

Lou Barlow?

My dad signed him to his record label when I was a kid.

-Shut up. -I swear to god.

My god.

We used to listen to his songs of doomed love

and fractured self-worth.

In a way, it prepared me for everything.

Even us.

Hi, Eve, can you hold for John, please?

Okay, thanks.

Hold on one second. Sorry, Eve, hold on.

Okay, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, I got to run to a meeting here in about one minute, but I just got

some good news for you that I wanted

to pass on to you as quick as I could.

"Seattle road" just made

the New York times' e-books bestseller list.

I think it's at number 22 or number 23.

You can get on the website and check it out.

That's a good thing. Obviously, that's great.

It means people are at least starting to look at it.

-Shut up! -Before you ask about money,

that doesn't mean there's a lot of money,

but it does mean that people are starting to look at it. So there's potential there.

I can't wait to tell Adam.

Okay, I gotta run.

I'll talk to you so...

Well, what are you trying to say?

That technology has created a throw-away culture

where every day is a prison of monotony.

Everything in your life,

every emotion

from lust to anger,

from sadness to joy

has been felt by every other person who's lived.

This is the tissue of things.

-So, feelings? -Well, yeah.

Well, start from there. Paint from your feelings.

You don't understand what I'm going for.

You're right.

I don't understand this bitterness

you've been harboring towards me.

You know, ever since your book...

Is that what this is about?

You know what?

Please tell me what is so original about your voice?

Art is the process of working through feelings

we never knew we had.

You don't work through anything, Adam.

-You took my story... -It's fiction.

And made it your own.

I drew inspiration from both of our lives.

Why can't you be happy for me?

All right, you know what? Fuck you.

I'm... I'm scared.

I'm scared of ridicule.

Of being original, I...

I feel like I've been trying to...

I don't know.

Maybe I'm expecting too much.

This is so embarrassing.

Is it weird if I told you

that it's good to see you feel pain?

You're so unemotional sometimes,

almost like you're a robot.

Are you in love with him?

Some days I am.

Does he love you?

Sometimes I think he loves me

more than I love him.

Duh.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, I think it's great you had someone

to get you through this time,

but you're better than him.

Do you really think this is the guy

you're gonna end up with?

I've been with Alan

for the 25 years of my life that've really mattered.

You know, we're a lot alike.

We have so much in common.

We're from the same background.

It's important.

Can you believe that there are squatters

living on your brother's old orchard?

Who'd want to live in that dump?

Hey, stop!

What are you doing?

Apparently, Oliver sent over

a real estate company to put up a sign

and this couple convinced him that they own the place.

You take down this sign,

I'm fixing to call the law, pretty boy.

Aunt Patty, does Jim still own

his gallery is ashbury?

Hey, if I were you,

I'd get out of town, leave the girl alone

before you step in some shit

you won't be getting off your boots.

He does, and he just opened another one

in union square.

I have some photos of Adam's work.

Do you think we could talk to him

about getting him a show?

I don't know, Eve,

Jimmy's pretty big time.

I know.

I guess.

Yeah.

So...

What exactly do you want from me?

Well, we were hoping...

No, I want her to tell me.

Either it speaks to you or it doesn't.

I'm not asking for favors.

I hear you're a published author.

New York times best-selling author.

It was only for one week, but yeah.

Anything worth reading?

It's about a girl who runs away

from a commune she was raised on

and her ensuing struggles with the meaning of existence

while she tries to settle into her new life.

You'll have to send me a copy.

You can download it on iTunes.

Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?

She's one of us, for sure.

Jim, I know you know art,

but I have to know.

What do you think of the paintings?

Quite the negotiator, aren't you?

Just like her dad.

You know, I took this meeting

because I loved your father.

And your aunt Patty was family

-even when I hadn't heard. -But?

But I just don't do favors

for struggling artists.

Well, I understand.

Which is why I'm not doing it as a favor.

I don't know if he's fully realized yet,

but it... it's not bad.

So, let...

Let's let me meet him and we'll see what we have.

And I'm gonna need more than camera pictures next time.

That's perfect. He's working on a series as we speak.

Sunday.

Although once I was lost...

Now I'm found.

Hello? Adam?

Are you here?

My youth.

My ignorance.

My inexperience.

Now I know.

And thus, I'm free.

Pain will return, as it must,

but this time I know how to put up a fight.

What the hell is your problem?

I slept with someone.

Keep 'em coming.

Hey, where's your girlfriend?

You guys are always together.

She's dead.

Okay. So you're mourning.

You know, love can be inconvenient.

You know what I mean?

Well, depends on how you look at it.

Everything depends on how you look at it.

Hey, you said it, man.

-What time you get off? -Late.

Well, I've got all the time in the world.

Let's make mistakes.

Okay.

Let's find god, whoever the fuck he or she is.

Next one's on me, Trish.

Look who it is. John Wayne.

Told you, trouble will find you.

Well, what a Saint you are deep inside.

No, no, no.

No, I'm the guy who's deep inside your girl.

Sunday.

Once again Monday morning.

Excuse me?

I'm the guy who's fucking Eve.

She told me how you were this sad, broken waste.

How you couldn't even get it up enough

-to fuck her sweet, sweet pussy... -hey!

How does that feel?

-How does that feel? -Stop.

I don't feel anything.

Fuckin' artsy faggot.

What're you gonna do?

Do something, motherfucker.

Look at the faggot now!

Look at me!

Scotty?

No, no, Scotty, it's me.

Hey, baby bro, how's it going?

Yeah? Yeah.

No.

I'm in...

I'm in San Luis obispo.

No, it's o-bis-po.

It's in California.

What? No, yeah. I'm fine.

I'm fine, I just...

I miss you, that's all.

Yeah. How's mom?

That's good.

It's good to talk to you, man.

I missed you.

Actually, man, I gotta go.

It was good to talk to you.

I'll talk to you soon. Bye.

To me, it's just sex.

I mean, I can sleep with them

even if I don't really like them.

And it's nothing that you did.

I'm just... I'm not sure about us.

There is no happiness in love.

Love is unhappiness.

This relationship is... It's affecting you.

My god.

Adam! God, what happened to you?

The fuck do you care?

I don't understand why you didn't just tell me.

I wanted to feel like he gave me something.

We could've worked something out, right, Alan?

-I mean... -absolutely. Of course.

You lied the whole time.

-I'm sorry. -Do you know how that feels?

When you lose a parent,

you feel like you're standing beside his ghost.

It sits over my shoulder, talking to me.

I just thought that coming here

would help me hear him more clearly.

I'm sorry.

I didn't have faith in you.

Or in me.

Look, I want to make it up to you.

All of you.

So let me buy the orchard.

Adam and I can...

You would help me restore it, right?

Honey, you don't have that kind of money.

Well...

We could help with the mortgage.

But I'm warning you guys right now,

it's gonna be a hell of a lot of work.

Alan, I don't know.

It's gonna take the two of you.

Eggs are getting cold.

Monday.

It can never be what it was,

the ideal.

But it can "be",

and maybe that's better.

I don't know why I love,

specifically why I love him,

that man...

But I do,

without reason, without logic.

Isn't that what it is to be human?

To be me with all the scars?

And maybe it's been this way

since the dawn of time,

loving worlds different than our own...

Where we find the grace of Patience

and confidence of perspective.

But, hey, who knows?

That's only what I think.