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‐ Hi there.

My name is Marcus Lund, and you are listening

to The Ultimate Playlist of Noise.

I hope you can hear me,

because I definitely cannot.

I'm sharing the past few months of my life with you,

which I think can only be described as "extraordinarily formative."

Darling don't you go and cut your hair

WOMAN: Hey, you're gonna miss the bus.

I said‐‐

I said, "You're gonna miss the bus."

This is absurd.

‐ Why? One's for music, and one's for ambiance.

Look. What if you want to listen to Neil Young

while roasting marshmallows in the Smoky Mountains?

‐ Uh, what are the chances of listening to Cat's in the Cradle

while you give a valedictorian speech?

‐ Well, I have a 2.8 GPA, so you do the math.

Math. Ugh, no thank you.

‐ Yeah. Now you see my problem.

MARCUS: Look, I know what you're thinking:

is wearing two pairs of headphones overkill?

Yes. Do I care? No.

My town has won America's Safest Suburb 12 years in a row.

The only notable landmark is the Chili's where Obama ate.

I think he got mozzarella sticks.

I don't know, there's a picture on the wall.

The point is sound is my escape into something bigger than myself.

Some people play video games, some watch movies,

I listen to Sonic Youth while pretending I'm walking through a thunderstorm.

‐ Where is it? Come on!

MARCUS: Other than that, I'm just your average teenager,

acne, mood swings, weird elbows.

You guys ready for Sharkitecture tomorrow?

‐ Oh my God, I'm so excited.

‐ Hey, if I buy you pizza after, will you help me crowdsurf?

‐ You have that much faith in my upper body strength?

‐ No, but I am a risk taker.

Get ready.

‐ Your coccyx bone.

If you were to describe me to a police officer,

you'd probably say something like

"that kid with the ugly‐ass scar on his back."

When I was a kid, our house caught fire.

My older brother Alex rescued me.

He didn't survive.

Everything I do, I do for Alex.

I wear his headphones. Use his tape recorder.

And listen to his music.

All of his music.

Especially Sylvie Scar.

It's sort of made me the resident "playlist doctor" at my school.

‐ It's tomorrow, right?

All right.

"The Ultimate Playlist of Third Dates."

Begins and ends with D'Angelo.

Here's "The Ultimate Playlist of Suburban Acid Trips."

So we have Animal Collective for the rise,

Brian Eno for the fall,

and Belle and Sebastian in case you hallucinate

your face is lasagna again.

"The Ultimate Playlist of Getting Mr. Denver's Attention."

WOMAN: Conway Twitty?

‐ So about that C‐minus?

All right. I need a closer for "The Ultimate Playlist

of Facebook Stalking Your Ex At Three AM."

Any suggestions? ‐ Oh. Pig Destroyer.

‐ Yeah, it's a strong choice.

‐ You're making this playlist for yourself?

‐ No, some kid who got dumped at Homecoming.

‐ Ah! I wondered why you were making a playlist

for an ex when you've never had a girlfriend?

LAURA: Dude...

you just got roasted by your mom.

‐ Shut up. ‐ I'm sorry.

‐ No, it's fine. Thank you.

Guys, are you almost ready?

DOMINIC: Wait. Hold on.

‐ Dad, what are you looking for?

DOMINIC: Hold on. Ha ha! Got it!

All right. Me and Sylvie Scar at The Pyramid,

1979.

MARCUS: What? DOMINIC: Yeah, before she was big.

SARAH: Whoa! ‐ Nice, Mr. Lund.

‐ Holy shit, Dad.

Why didn't you tell me you used to be cool?

Hey, we should get a picture with Sharkitecture after the show!

‐ As long as you're home by ten.

‐ Wh‐‐ Mom, the show ends at ten. What if there's an encore?

‐ Then the encore had better be done by ten.

‐ Do you not understand how an encore works?

‐ It's a school night. You know the rules.

‐ Mrs. Lund, because we don't actually live in this house,

we're gonna stay out as late as we want.

ALYSSA: That's fine.

‐ Sorry, dude.

‐ Sorry, dude.

‐ Well, this is a police state.

Just want to let you know that.

‐ I love you too.

‐ Calling the ACLU.

SARAH: Has your mom gotten a little bit‐‐

MARCUS: No, it's fine. She definitely is a little bit more‐‐

‐ Bitchy? ‐ Laura!

‐ Overprotective! Thank you.

Look, I'm the same age as Alex was when he passed away,

so I think she's just getting a little extra

"hands‐on."

Thanks.

‐ Well, she means best.

‐ Yeah. But her best can just be kind of annoying sometimes.

But, you know, at least I have you guys.

LAURA: Aww, and you always will.

Except for right now, because you won't drink.

Sarah and I are gonna go do shots in the ladies room.

‐ Oh, come on! ‐ We'll meet you at the front, all right?

‐ Alcoholics. LAURA: Sorry.

‐ Hey, go watch the opener!

‐ Who is the opener anyway, some middle school ska band?

Why can't we just admit that no one cares about the opener

and we should just skip to the‐‐

WOMAN:

‐ ...main attraction.

Now, I don't know if I believe in love at first sight.

But love at first sound?

Yeah. I could believe that.

stretched out before me

MARCUS: In a funny sort of way...

‐ Guess that's all the time I have. ‐ What? No!

...the sudden jump from beautiful music to disappointing silence

was a great foreshadowing of events to come.

Let her play.

Because spoiler alert,

sometimes things aren't exactly as they seem.

What seemed like a great opportunity

to meet one of the best musicians I've ever heard

was actually a great opportunity to get elbowed in the face.

And what seemed like an acid trip going horribly awry

was actually me having a seizure.

‐ Dom.

Hey. ‐ Hey, buddy.

Hi.

Can you hear me?

‐ Where am I?

‐ You're in the hospital, sweetheart. You had a seizure.

‐ Did it look cool?

ALYSSA: Are they cancerous?

DOCTOR: No. Typically, these tumors are benign.

Of course, that's not conclusive until we get a biopsy.

And... I am recommending surgery.

‐ Brain surgery?

DOCTOR: Yes.

We have Dr. Higgins who will be here at the end of the month,

and we can wait till then to do this.

We'll just give you some medications that will control any possible seizures.

Because of the location of this specific tumor,

the whole auditory area is compromised,

so there will be complications post‐surgical.

‐ My hearing?

‐ Yes.

The biggest one being

you will lose your hearing.

‐ What about hearing aids?

‐ Well, you'll no longer have the anatomy that would support a hearing aid.

MARCUS: Things were pretty bad there for a while.

Everything sounded sad.

Like it was saying goodbye.

WOMAN: Yeah, that should be nice.

WOMAN: Are they flying in?

‐ And then these, which are the little white ones‐‐

Are you listening?

‐ Yeah, I got it.

‐ Marcus,

look at me.

If you don't, you know you're going to have another seizure.

‐ Mom.

‐ All right.

The last one you need to take, um,

every other day, so I figured Monday, Wednesday, Friday.

Okay? ‐ Cool.

How many of those to kill myself?

‐ He was just kidding.

MARCUS: Do you guys know who the opener was at The Pyramid?

SARAH: I thought openers sucked.

MARCUS: No, not this one. She was incredible.

I wish I knew her name.

‐ Was she hot?

‐ It's not about that, it's about the music.

‐ She was totally hot.

‐ Hey. Grab your coats, we're going in ten.

‐ What? Where? ‐ To a comedy improv show.

‐ I don't want to go to a comedy show.

‐ It'll be fun.

Come on, girls.

‐ Where is it?

ALYSSA: It's at West Gate Cathedral.

‐ Church improv?

‐ Hey, I'm gonna tell you something.

I sure hope these donuts is holy!

IMPROVISER: Joseph, I said‐‐ ‐ Hey, we can go.

‐ Yes!

Hey, come on.

IMPROVISER: All right, this next scene, folks,

we need a suggestion from the audience.

I need a gift for baby Jesus.

‐ Having a brain tumor is the perfect excuse to start drinking.

‐ Definitely ask me again

if my mom ever makes me go to another Friday night at church.

‐ At least she's trying.

‐ Yeah, I get it. It's just...

I don't want to laugh.

I don't want to pretend to be happy.

You know what I want her to say? I want her to say,

"Marcus, I'm so sorry.

This really sucks and if I were you, I'd probably kill myself."

‐ I don't think your mom is going to tell you to kill yourself.

‐ Yeah, well, she's making me want to.

Look, I don't wanna be the dramatic sick kid,

but I really love sound.

That sounds so dumb to say but

I really love it.

And I know I have my whole life ahead of me,

but I just can't help thinking about

all the sounds I'm never gonna get to hear.

Like the engine of my first car.

Or my kid's laugh.

I know I'm lucky because I'm not dying

and I don't have cancer.

It's just my hearing.

Obviously I can live without my hearing.

I just don't want to.

Oh shit! Hide the flask!

‐ Hey.

MARCUS: Holy shit, my playlist worked.

‐ Ms. Richardson!

Get some! That's kinda cute.

‐ You know what? I bet AP History teachers are the kinkiest teachers.

Ooh, but let's not stick around to find out.

‐ Hey, at least you got to hear this before you went deaf.

‐ Oh yeah, Ms. Richardson's cowboy wet dream come true.

You can cross that one off your list.

MARCUS: Okay, so, yeah, I know it's dumb,

and I wish I could say I came up with it myself.

But if it weren't for my history teacher getting laid

the idea would have never come to me.

The Ultimate Playlist of Noise.

The plan was simple.

I would road trip across America,

recording all my favorite sounds before my surgery.

The big sounds,

the small sounds,

and everything in between.

All I had to do was make a list...

but it had to be perfect.

Nothing boring. No B sides.

I wanted the greatest hits album.

A life's worth of hearing crammed into just one month.

It would be like a going‐away party for my ears,

with all my favorite sounds invited.

SARAH: Ooh, what about a volcanic explosion?

‐ Where are we gonna find a volcanic explosion?

‐ Yeah? Well, how are you gonna find

"100 Soda Cans Opening At The Same Time"?

‐ Sounds kinda cool, right?

Yes!

Here it is.

Alex's old mic.

All right.

Testing, testing, one, two‐‐

Jesus, this is dusty.

Testing, testing, one, two‐‐

Still works.

‐ Jesus, this is dusty. ‐ All right.

‐ At risk of sounding completely insensitive,

why are you recording this if you're going deaf?

‐ Beethoven was deaf, he still composed music.

I don't know, watching people listen to it

will be the next best thing to hearing it again.

‐ Aww.

‐ All right, I got 49 entries.

I need one more, and I've got an even 50.

SARAH: Okay, my vote is still volcanic explosion.

Or Cate Blanchett whispering

"I love you."

That might just be a me thing.

LAURA: I love it.

‐ Yello. MARCUS: Hi.

Is this Trolley Studios? MAN: Yup.

If you wanna book studio time, go to our website‐‐

MARCUS: Oh no, no, no, actually,

I was wondering if someone I know ever recorded with you guys.

Maybe a demo or something?

Would have been a while ago.

‐ How long ago we talking?

‐ Like, ten years ago?

MAN: Oof. Um, okay, who are you looking for?

MARCUS: Alex Lund.

He's my brother. ‐ Alex? Alex Lund?

You're his brother?

‐ Yeah! You know him?

‐ Dude, I was his drummer!

‐ No way! MAN: Yes way!

Alex was the all‐time greatest, man.

I miss the hell out of that guy.

You know what? We totally did record a demo here,

but that would have been ages ago.

Oh!

God!

You in New York? ‐ Yeah.

Yeah, I will be. I just, um,

I just have to talk to my mom first.

MAN: Okay. ‐ Talk to your mom about what?

‐ Um‐‐

‐ Absolutely not.

‐ What?

Why? ALYSSA: Honey,

you can't go on a road trip to New York.

‐ I mean, was it the tie?

‐ The tie did take me out of it a little bit. ‐ No.

‐ Dom. ‐ I'm just saying it's a loud tie!

‐ Yeah, it is a loud tie.

DOMINIC: What happened to that nice blue one I got you?

‐ I spilled Nesquik on it.

‐ Can't we have anything nice‐‐ ‐ It's enough with the ties.

DOMINIC: Okay.

ALYSSA: Marcus‐‐

Honey,

you have seizure medication to figure out,

you have ASL classes, you have to finish school‐‐

‐ No, I called. They said I could finish classes over the summer.

‐ Why can't you just listen to all the sounds on the internet?

‐ And what, use headphones? That's like wearing a condom!

‐ Oh, buddy‐‐ ‐ What is that supposed to mean?

‐ Okay, Mo‐‐ I'm sorry. Mom.

This is the last chance for me to hear what it sounds like to be alive.

My last chance to hear Alex.

You have to know how much this means to me.

‐ Sweetheart, I do.

I understand.

I'm sorry, it's not a good idea.

‐ Jesus Christ, why do you have to be so difficult?

‐ Hey, hey, come on. ‐ No, I mean it!

I have one month left of my life as I know it,

and you want me to spend it in a sign language class.

‐ Marcus, you have one month to prepare for the rest of your life.

‐ I don't care about the rest of my life, Mom.

God!

‐ "Number 17: Fast‐Talking Auctioneer."

You gotta admit, it's a... it's a pretty good list.

‐ I'm gonna go talk to him. ‐ Okay.

ALYSSA: Marcus, sweetheart.

Can we talk?

‐ Ohh! Okay.

Here we go.

All right, mic check, mic check.

Huh! Hi, I'm Marcus Lund,

and you're listening to the Ultimate Playlist of‐‐

Holy shit!

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Oh my god.

Are you okay?

‐ Hitchhikers, yeah? ‐ What?

I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you.

Should I call an ambulance? Are you okay‐‐

‐ Just go! Go! ‐ Oh my god, your head‐‐

‐ Go, go, go, go, go! ‐ Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Sure you're okay?

I could drop you uptown or downtown or anywhere on the way.

I feel so bad. I actually don't know what's on the way,

I'm headed to New York!

Also are you hot? Because‐‐

‐ What did you say?

‐ N‐‐ no, not like "are you hot," like‐‐

‐ No. You're going to New York? ‐ Yeah.

Is... is that okay?

‐ How long till we get there?

‐ We? ‐ Yeah.

We. I'm coming.

‐ To New York City. The city of New York, that's where you're going?

‐ Yes.

‐ There's no way you're also going to New York.

I can barely believe I'm going.

‐ Two people can both want to go to the same place!

‐ Mmm, no. Not like this. This is weird.

‐ This is not weird!

‐ Yes, it is! ‐ No, it's‐‐

God damn it.

‐ Who's this guy? WOMAN: Benjie,

my boyfriend.

‐ Oh. ‐ Or ex‐boyfriend.

‐ Oh. ‐ He's gonna kill us.

‐ Oh!

Shit!

‐ What are you doing?

‐ It's a red light! ‐ So?

‐ There's cars coming.

‐ Jesus Christ!

BENJIE: Give me the guitar, you bitch!

WOMAN: I'm not letting you take her.

‐ Where is it?

‐ No, no, no, no, no.

BENJIE: I told you what would happen. WOMAN: It's not yours!

‐ Wendy, give me the guitar.

‐ No! Get us out of here! MARCUS: It's red.

There's cars! ‐ Drive.

‐ I can't. BENJIE: I'm taking it!

WENDY: Drive!

MARCUS: I've never felt that "time slowing down" sensation before,

but when Wendy grabbed my knee,

oh my god.

A million thoughts were running through my head, like

"Should I flex my knee? Do girls think strong knees are hot?"

I probably should have been more concerned with the fact that,

you know, she was trying to get me to voluntarily manslaughter

her ex‐boyfriend with a minivan, but still

look at those eyes.

I'd totally go to jail for those eyes.

‐ Drive! BENJIE: Give me the goddamn guitar.

MARCUS: Shit! Shit! Shit! Sorry.

BENJIE: Stop the car, you psycho!

‐ You're the psycho, you crazy‐‐ ‐ Stop this car!

‐ Hi.

I'm Wendy.

VOICEMAIL: Hey, it's Marcus. Leave me a message or text me‐‐

‐ He's not answering. I'm going to go find him.

‐ W‐‐ whoa, whoa! Hey, wait a minute. Wait‐‐

Hold on. Hold on. ‐ Do you have the keys?

‐ Yes, but just hold on a second.

‐ He is not going on this stupid road trip.

‐ Stupid?

‐ It's dangerous.

‐ Okay, maybe, but it's not stupid.

Like, dropping out of college to go backpacking across South America

wasn't stupid. ‐ Dom, they're completely different.

‐ Yeah. We didn't even tell our parents we were going.

Look, all I'm saying is, one month from now,

there's a Marcus who never found peace with losing his hearing.

But there's also a Marcus who did.

And I don't think you and I want to be the parents

who decides which one he gets to be.

‐ It's not safe. ‐ I know.

He's smart. Like his, like his mom, okay.

He'll stay out of trouble. Don't worry.

MARCUS: So are we safe now?

‐ Well, that was a terrible introduction.

‐ Oh, we've actually met before.

Kinda.

‐ Wait, are you the kid I stabbed?

‐ What? No!

‐ Okay. Good.

‐ You stabbed a kid?

‐ I accidentally stabbed him. I was like‐‐

We were moshing at Japandroids,

and I just kinda nicked him in the eye with a corn dog.

‐ Jesus. No. I saw you play at The Pyramid.

‐ You saw me play? ‐ Yeah.

You were incredible!

You have an amazing voice,

and your song was, like, catchy, but also different.

‐ People don't usually give a shit about openers.

‐ Well... one day you'll be the headliner.

‐ Ooh.

Are those fun pills?

Oh no, they're sad pills?

WAITRESS: Enjoy.

‐ "100 Soda Cans Opening At The Same Time."

Easily my favorite.

‐ Sorry.

I can't imagine losing my hearing.

I think I'd wanna kill myself if I were you.

Well, is this why you're going to New York?

‐ Yeah.

What about you?

Got enough locks?

‐ No.

What you are about to see is the single most important thing

in my entire life.

Okay?

‐ Okay. ‐ Okay.

MARCUS: Holy shit. WENDY: Hmm. This is Darling.

She's a limited edition‐‐

BOTH: 1959 Gold Fender Stratocaster.

‐ Wow, with your obscure guitar knowledge.

‐ Obscure?

Sylvie Scar destroyed one of these at her Berlin Wall protest!

It's my shirt.

Wait, one second. I swear.

‐ Oh wow! It is your shirt.

‐ Can I‐‐

‐ Yeah.

‐ I promise I'll be careful.

‐ Mmm.

‐ Hi, Darling.

She's gorgeous.

‐ Hmm, she is.

She was there for me when no one else was.

Whoa, slow down, St. Vincent.

‐ I only know a few chords.

My brother used to teach me, but, um,

we didn't really get that far.

Thanks.

‐ Wow!

A Sylvie shirt and a ringtone?

Nerd.

MARCUS: Yeah.

I wish I could see her live.

‐ Well,

I don't know, what if you could?

‐ What?

‐ That's why I'm going to New York.

I sent her my demo, and she wants to meet me.

‐ What?

Sorry.

Wendy, this is insane.

I mean, do you really think she's gonna sign you?

Maybe.

If I get there.

‐ Wow!

He wants to sell Darling.

What a shitty boyfriend.

‐ Ex‐boyfriend.

Look, I know this is all, like, happening really fast,

and I know you have your playlist to finish and everything, I just,

I‐‐ I really have to get to New York.

My life depends on it.

Like, Marcus, what are the chances that we meet?

Seriously, what are the chances?

I mean, it's crazy. And I know crazy is supposed to be a bad thing,

but like... what if, just for right now,

crazy is a good thing?

What if

crazy was supposed to happen?

MARCUS: My brain said, "Don't go with her.

"You have a mission that doesn't include being curb stomped

by a crazy motorcycle murder‐man."

But then again,

my brain did have a gigantic tumor in it.

VOICEMAIL: Hey, it's Marcus.

Leave me a message or text me like a normal person.

MARCUS: So how could I trust what it said anyway?

Ready?

You! Me! Dancing! playing

‐ Only 80?

‐ All right.

Take two!

Whoo!

The beats, yeah, they were coming out the speakers

straight in your sneakers

‐ All right, do you want to try doing it‐‐ push it back.

Nice!

MARCUS: Wendy made me happy.

Really happy.

I didn't stand a chance.

‐ Sold it, $120,

gentleman in the front. ‐ What?

She was like one of those "caution, falling rocks" signs.

Like, what am I gonna do about falling rocks?

How am I supposed to take caution against that?

If it happens, it happens.

And oh my god, did it happen.

‐ Aah!

MARCUS: Wendy was awesome.

She was clever, she was funny,

she was beautiful,

and most of all, she was‐‐

‐ Totally out of your league.

‐ Says who? LAURA: Says me.

I mean, look at those cheek bones, dude.

She's like a hard nine.

You're what? A soft six.

‐ What? I'm at least like a seven, eight.

‐ Six‐point‐five.

‐ Well, it's subjective, so‐‐

‐ Look, we just don't want you coming home with a broken heart, okay.

Those are really hard to fix.

‐ My heart is the least of my worries. It's my brain that's the issue.

‐ Wait, you really like her?

MARCUS: She's different.

‐ Different is what I need right now.

Uhh! All right, I gotta go.

Don't worry about me, okay.

‐ Please be safe! ‐ Try and get laid!

‐ Bye.

‐ Oh, hey,

thank you for letting me use your ancient dildo.

‐ No, I hate it. I'm definitely throwing it away.

‐ No, you can't.

It's like an artifact from the sexual revolution. It's history.

Just use it as a paperweight.

‐ It's way too big to be a paperweight.

‐ Marcus, it's not that big.

Hmm, what do we have here?

MARCUS: Jesus, what the hell happened here?

WENDY: I think somebody had a party.

Yech! Ohh!

MARCUS: Oh my gosh.

‐ What are you? MARCUS: Very, very expired.

‐ This thing looks like it's from the Reagan administration.

‐ Stay‐‐ stay away from it.

No, let's leave it there. What are you doing?

Mr. Gorbachev,

tear down this wall. ‐ Okay.

Um, number 13 on my list is "A Perfect Strike."

If I, uh, kneel down by the pins, do you think you can try to bowl one?

‐ Yup. I'm a great bowler.

‐ You sure about that?

‐ I'm warming up.

‐ Warm up.

If you want, I can try to put the bumpers up.

‐ Lick my ass.

‐ Hey, why don't we just switch.

‐ What? No, I can do it!

‐ Mmm. No, you can't.

‐ Why? Because I'm a woman?

‐ No, because you bowl like a five‐year‐old.

‐ Okay. Well, I bet you I can roll a strike before you can.

‐ Oh! You bet?

‐ No. I mean‐‐

‐ No, no! If you're so confident, let's bet, come on!

‐ Okay. Fine! Um,

whoever rolls a strike first is the winner,

and the loser has to...

‐ Kiss the winner. ‐ ...eat the Reagan dog.

‐ Eat the Reagan dog.

Yup, that's what I said.

You ready? ‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ Okay. ‐ Okay.

‐ Get ready to lose.

Ohh!

Damn. ‐ Not bad.

‐ Yeah, yeah, go on. Go roll another gutter.

Not the gutter, remember?

‐ Right. So the middle?

‐ Well, ideally. ‐ Okay, okay.

That's what they call "getting hustled."

Here, you're gonna need this.

Da‐da‐da‐na!

Four more years! Four more years!

God damn it.

‐ Hey, Marcus,

let's go double or nothing on some taquitos.

MARCUS: I hate you.

‐ Uhh! Yeah! ‐ Damn!

That was a good one. ‐ Uhh‐‐

‐ Did you ever just watch hours of YouTube videos

of people cracking their back?

‐ What? No.

‐ Yeah, me either.

‐ What is that smell?

Is that you?

Oh, you smell like a dead animal.

‐ I don't smell, I just‐‐ ‐ Um,

let's go. ‐ Hey, where are you going?

‐ I don't know, to find a river or something.

We need to clean you up.

‐ You know, actually it's more likely to drown in a river at night because‐‐

because you can't... ‐ You are so lame!

‐ ...tell how fast the rapids are going. All right.

Well, now I can add "getting mauled by a bear" to the list.

‐ Jackpot.

What are you doing?

‐ Rich people, man, I don't pretend I understand them,

but I will take advantage of them.

‐ No, no, no, what about the river?

‐ Well, I thought rivers were dangerous.

‐ Yeah, but this is illegal.

‐ Well, Marcus, would you rather break the law

or would you rather drown?

‐ There's nothing in between?

God.

Yep, I'm a felon now, so that's cool.

‐ Have you never seen a girl in her underwear before?

‐ Yeah. Like, dozens.

‐ Okay.

‐ No.

No, no, we're not shampooing in someone else's pool.

That's where I draw the line.

‐ Oh, well, you better draw it then.

‐ Am I being hustled again? ‐ What?

No.

I pinkie promise.

Woo‐hoo! ‐ Shut up.

‐ Wait, wait, what are you doing? Take your shirt off.

‐ No, I swim with my shirt on. ‐ Why?

That's weird.

‐ No, it's not. ‐ Yes, it is.

Just take it off. ‐ I don't want to.

‐ Don't be lame. Why?

‐ 'Cause I don't want to!

‐ Fine.

‐ Okay.

Oh, Jesus, it's so cold!

‐ Marcus, just‐‐ Shhh! ‐ Why didn't you tell me it was‐‐

‐ We're gonna die‐‐

MAN: Hey! Who is that?

Get the hell out of my house!

MARCUS: God! WENDY: Go! Go! Go! Go!

‐ Whoa!

Ah! Ahh!

WENDY: Come on, you idiot!

It was an indoor pool. It wasn't that cold.

‐ No, it was basically an ice rink.

‐ Oh, dude, you really gashed yourself up on that fall.

‐ No, it's fine.

‐ No, no. You need to Neosporin that

before you turn into The Fly.

‐ Don't worry about it.

‐ It's gonna get infected.

‐ No, it won't.

‐ Marcus.

Just let me fix it.

Okay, yeah.

Um, so this is gonna sting.

Almost done.

‐ Thanks.

‐ What are friends for?

‐ Are we friends?

‐ Are we not?

‐ No, I'm not saying we're not. I was... just checking.

I'm glad we're friends.

‐ I get it.

It's hard for girls to be friends with you, isn't it?

‐ What?

‐ Well, I mean, for someone who's seen "dozens of girls" in their underwear,

I'm sure it's like you just want to be friends with them

but they always want something more.

‐ Yeah.

That for sure happens.

‐ But... not us.

We're just friends, right?

So you're, you're not a virgin?

‐ No.

‐ You've had sex before?

So you know how to... give a woman what she wants?

Good.

Wouldn't want you going deaf before you hear a girl orgasm.

Good night, friend.

‐ Good night.

Chainsaw.

Excuse me!

Hey, excuse me!

Hey!

Are you cutting down another tree?

Hey, can I record?

Yeah. Tree?

‐ Can I ask you something personal?

‐ You can try.

‐ Your ex‐boyfriend, Benjie.

Just kinda seemed like a‐‐

‐ Like a piece of shit?

‐ Yeah.

And so,

I‐‐ I don't know, I was just wondering‐‐

‐ Like, why I would date him in the first place?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Sometimes, you... you meet people who

really, really make you care about what they think about you.

Like, even if you hate them,

for some reason, you still want them to like you.

It's like their superpower.

‐ It's a pretty shitty superpower.

‐ He always thought I was dumb for wanting to be... a rockstar.

‐ Well, it is dumb to want to be a rockstar.

‘Cause you already are one.

Roller rink!

Well, there's too many people. I can't get a clean take.

‐ Oh my god. Watch it!

ANNOUNCER: Okay, skaters, time to grab yourself a partner

and slow things down.

Because it's couple's skate, and Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now.

‐ Ah, I love this song

‐ Me too.

playing

Hey, maybe we should‐‐

‐ Whoa! Okay.

Okay, you know what? That's it.

Give me that thing.

‐ What? Why? ‐ Give me‐‐

Just keep skating.

‐ Where are you going? WENDY: Just keep skating.

don't ever look back

‐ Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.

Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart

MAN: Come on!

‐ Wendy, I think there's a fire.

‐ No, there's not. I pulled the alarm.

‐ What? Why?

‐ For us.

We are the fire.

Come on.

‐ Oh yeah!

I will stay here with you

‐ Are you okay?

‐ Yeah. Are you? ‐ Yeah.

Put your arms around me, baby, don't ever let go

if we're heart to heart

‐ What does that mean?

‐ It means my ass is soaked.

‐ Did I get it?

‐ Perfect. ‐ Yay!

WENDY: This was a terrible idea.

‐ Terrible.

MARCUS: Do you have my mic? ‐ Yeah.

‐ Thanks.

‐ Um, so I'm gonna go check some voice mails.

‐ You're not coming?

‐ No offense, but "Cows Sound Kinda Cool I Guess,"

uh, sounds like something you wrote when you were high.

‐ Cows, okay, are under‐appreciated animals,

and I happen to think they sound kinda cool, so‐‐

‐ Hey, man, don't let me stop you.

You gotta talk to her sometime.

‐ I thought you had voice mails to check?

VOICE MESSAGING SYSTEM: Message one.

BENJIE: I swear to God, if you don't pick up your phone,

I'm gonna come down there‐‐

VOICE MESSAGING SYSTEM: Message deleted.

Next message.

BENJIE: I am so sorry, okay.

You‐‐ Look, you know how I get when I get angry.

VOICE MESSAGING SYSTEM: Message deleted.

Next message.

PAUL: This is Paul from New York confirming for tomorrow.

Can't wait to see what you got.

‐ Hey, girl, you got a moo for me?

Okay.

Just one moo,

that's all I need.

BENJIE: And to think I wasted so many years

pretending I liked your shitty, boring songs.

You know that's why I came up to you in the first place, right?

I was like, "Damn, she's hot.

"Maybe if I tell her she got a nice voice,

she'll take off her shirt and suck on my‐‐"

VOICE MESSAGING SYSTEM: Message deleted.

‐ I think we're, uh, I think we're running out of tape.

You got one in there?

Sir, d‐‐ uh, does she moo?

Is there one that moos more?

Hey. ‐ Hey.

‐ How'd the voicemails go?

‐ Not great.

How'd your moo go?

‐ Not great.

I think the next town's about 30 minutes away‐‐

‐ I need a drink. Do you want a drink?

‐ Yeah.

Yeah, we could get a drink.

‐ You've drank before, right?

‐ Yeah. I've... been drunk a bunch of times.

‐ Cool, dude.

‐ Uh, but come to think of it, I'll probably just have a sip or two.

‐ Whatever. Fine.

MARCUS: And, like, you're like a hard nine,

and I'm like a soft six‐point‐five.

And I know I'm supposed to play "hard to get"

but look at me, I'm so easy to get.

‐ Okay. Okay, okay.

All right. I think you've had enough. ‐ No!

Why didn't you ask me about my scar?

‐ I just figured you've answered enough questions about it.

‐ Yeah.

Usually that's the case, but right now, I kinda want to talk about it.

‐ Okay.

‐ Can you ask me about my scar?

‐ Oh yeah.

‐ Okay.

‐ Hey, what's up with that scar?

‐ Oh, thanks for asking.

I, um, I got it when I was a kid.

My house burned down,

and my big brother Alex

died rescuing me.

‐ Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

‐ Mm, don't be.

‐ I know it's no consolation, but, um, it's a pretty badass scar.

‐ Nah. It's ugly.

But, you know, I'd rather have an ugly reminder

that love exists than no reminder at all.

You would have liked him.

He also wanted to be a musician,

and... yeah, he was awesome.

But, you know, he had to give that up to save me.

He gave up his dream

to save me.

And I look at you,

and I see that you're still chasing your dream

even after all the shit you've been through.

And... I don't know,

I just hope that one day you look at me

the same way I look at you.

‐ That's a silly thing to say.

BOTH: Ohh!

MARCUS: Oh no, I ruined it.

WENDY: Yeah.

MARCUS: I'm sorry.

WENDY: Hey, Marcus.

Marcus!

‐ Where are we?

‐ Welcome to your first hangover.

‐ Oh my God! My head.

Oh, if this is what hangovers are, I'm never drinking again.

It hurts so much.

‐ Well, this might make you feel better.

MARCUS: Oh my God, we made it.

We made it.

Oh, wait, wait, I had a... I had a song.

I had a song queued for this.

VOICE ASSISTANT: Bluetooth connection lost.

‐ No, no, no.

VOICE ASSISTANT: No devices found.

MARCUS: Come on, sync.

VOICE ASSISTANT: Searching for connection.

MARCUS: Bluetooth, you're ruining the moment.

VOICE ASSISTANT: No devices found.

MARCUS: Connect.

VOICE ASSISTANT: Bluetooth connected.

MARCUS: Yeah.

Rhapsody in Blue playing

ANNOUNCER ON SPEAKER: Next stop, 42nd Street‐‐

WENDY: Technically, she's my grandmother's cousin,

but I've always just called her my aunt.

MARCUS: Okay.

‐ Um, hey, by the way, she was kicked by a deer

in the head when she was five, so just‐‐

WOMAN: Hello! WENDY: Hi!

WOMAN: Hello! Come in. Come in. ‐ Hi, Aunt Delilah.

AUNT DELILAH: Oh, it's cold out there.

Oh, Wendy. ‐ Hi!

AUNT DELILAH: It's so good to see you. ‐ You too!

AUNT DELILAH: Oh my gosh. Aww.

‐ Um, this is Marcus. This is the kid I told you about.

‐ Oh.

Oh, are you the one that's going blind?

‐ Uh, no. Actually, I'm going deaf.

‐ Oh! Thank goodness.

Oh my gosh, can you imagine going blind?

‐ Yeah, no, it sounds awful.

‐ Sounds! Deaf!

I get it. WENDY: Right.

‐ I get it. Here, follow me.

Oh! Oh!

‐ You were a cute baby. ‐ Jesus!

You scared me.

‐ How stoked do you think kid Wendy would be to see you right now?

‐ I don't think three‐year‐old Wendy knew who Sylvie Scar was.

‐ Yeah, but she'd see that your dreams were about to come true.

‐ Since when do you drink tea?

‐ Since your aunt insisted.

It's actually not bad.

Although I did just find a LEGO Minifigure in it.

‐ Yeah, she does that to make sure the tea bag doesn't get lonely.

‐ All right, that's pretty cute.

You almost ready?

‐ Yeah, um,

I just need a minute.

‐ Okay.

Cool.

I'll go hang out with your aunt.

‐ Have fun.

‐ Okay, I think I'm this way.

‐ Yeah, um, I'm down here.

‐ Okay. Well‐‐

Sing your heart out, Wendy Green.

Sylvie's gonna love you.

‐ Thanks. I will.

‐ Hey.

You okay?

‐ Uh, yeah. I'm just nervous.

VOICE ASSISTANT: You have arrived at your destination.

MARCUS: Dennis?

‐ Marcus?

‐ Hey.

‐ Wait right there. Dewey, take this. DEWEY: Yeah.

‐ Dude! Marcus Lund.

He lives and breathes. Bring it in, brother.

Oh my God!

Look at you. You work out?

‐ Uh‐‐ ‐ Huh?

‐ P. E. ‐ Come on.

I can't get over this.

You look so much like your brother, it is blowing my mind.

It's all in the eyes.

‐ Thanks.

‐ Let me get that cassette tape. I'll be right back, all right?

DENNIS: There she is.

Check it out.

It's the only demo I could find.

You know, we were mostly a punk band,

but, uh, this is one of his more softer songs.

Would never play it live.

All right.

Uh, this is Through the Smoke,

take... four?

‐ He's so good.

‐ Did he write these lyrics? DENNIS: Oh yeah.

‐ You know, in retrospect, I guess I wish I would have paid more attention to them,

but I was young.

I didn't think about it.

I just thought they sounded cool.

‐ What are you talking about?

‐ I mean, you know, uh, the‐‐ the whole fire thing.

‐ What about it?

‐ You know, how he... how he started it and everything.

Okay, you know what? Maybe we should‐‐ ‐ No.

Alex didn't start the fire, he saved me from it.

That's the only reason I'm alive.

‐ You know, maybe you should talk to your parents.

‐ No, I'm talking to you right now.

Let's talk.

My brother was a hero.

He saved my life.

‐ Look, man, I am really sorry, but that's just,

that's not what happened.

Alex started the fire.

It was a... you know,

it was a suicide, man.

The whole scene, we were devastated. We loved Alex.

Oh, come on, man, I'm really sorry. I‐‐ I thought you knew.

‐ Marcus!

Marcus, where are you?

Marcus, ar‐‐ are you okay, sweetheart? Are you okay?

‐ Is it true about Alex?

Mom?

Wendy!

‐ Oh goodie! You're just in time for dinner.

‐ Is Wendy here? ‐ We're having raisins,

and carrots‐‐

‐ Delilah, is Wendy here?

‐ Um, well, she came back, and then she grabbed all her stuff,

and then she called a taxi.

‐ What?

Where? ‐ Penn Station.

VOICEMAIL: Hi, it's Wendy. Leave a message.

ANNOUNCER: West Gate, track 12.

West Gate, track 12.

‐ Wendy.

‐ Marcus?

Wha‐‐ what are you doing here?

‐ What are you doing here?

‐ Uh, nothing. I'm‐‐ I guess I was looking for you.

MAN: Excuse me.

‐ Shit!

Wendy, where's Darling?

‐ Um,

I sold her to a dealer.

MAN: Hey, lady, you dropped this.

‐ What about Sylvie? What about your meeting?

‐ Uh, yeah, I'll be right there.

‐ I made it up. ‐ No, no, you sent her your demo.

She said she wanted to meet you‐‐

‐ Marcus. I made it up.

Hey, hands off. ‐ You lied to me?

MAN: It's in everyone's way. ‐ Um‐‐

‐ You lied to me for a ride? ‐ What?

No. No, no, no‐‐ ‐ What the hell is wrong with you?

‐ Marcus, I was in an abusive relationship.

I was making music that no one wanted to hear.

Darling is my ticket out. To a normal life.

Like, some people, they don't achieve their dreams‐‐

‐ Stop!

‐ Some people just have to live normal lives, and that's okay!

‐ Okay. Well, I'm glad I let you live your dream before you gave it up.

‐ Come on, Marcus. That's not fair.

‐ Bye, Wendy. ‐ Marcus!

Marcus.

Yeah, I'm coming. Back off!

‐ Marcus?

‐ Hey!

‐ Sorry, we're closed. Come back tomorrow.

‐ Did Marcus come back here?

‐ Oh. Uh, no, he did not. Why?

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

If you see him, can you give this to him for me?

I mean, I doubt he'll even want it, but just in case.

‐ Why wouldn't he want this?

‐ Oh boy, I really have to do this twice today?

Great.

Is it really this fun when you're on my mind

to be in your life

when you're on my mind

to be in your life

PARAMEDIC: Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

PARAMEDIC: Sir, do you know where you are?

‐ Alex was diagnosed with bipolar one when he was 13.

He struggled with anxiety and depression and psychosis.

He took medication and normally he was,

he was the Alex you remember.

But sometimes, he would have

"episodes,"

and he wouldn't be Alex anymore.

‐ Why didn't you tell me?

‐ You were young.

Somehow after the fire,

when you woke up, you were convinced that Alex had saved you.

I couldn't take that away from you.

To be really honest,

it was easier to let you believe that.

‐ He set fire to the house with me in it,

and you let me believe this whole time that he was some big hero?

‐ Alex did not set fire to that house, his sickness did.

Marcus‐‐

‐ How do you live with yourself

lying to your son like that?

‐ You can hate me right now. It's okay.

It's okay.

Just don't hate Alex.

Because he was a good kid,

and he fought his demons every day,

and he was as much of a victim as you are.

‐ I guess I didn't really know who he was.

‐ Yes, you did.

Marcus, look at me.

The Alex you knew was real,

and he loved you so much‐‐

‐ Bullshit!

‐ Marcus‐‐ ‐ Don't "Marcus" me.

I drove across the country to hear his voice

only to realize that everything I thought I knew,

everything I based my life on, was a lie,

because you didn't have the courage to tell me the truth.

‐ I was trying to protect you‐‐

‐ Yeah, well, you're not really good at protecting your fucking kids, are you?

‐ I'm so sorry.

VOICEMAIL: Hey, it's Marcus.

Leave me a message or text me like a normal person.

AUCTIONEER: Sold it,

$120, gentleman in the front.

MARCUS: What do you think they're saying?

WENDY: They're probably flirting.

MARCUS: Ladies and gentlemen,

we are very lucky to be listening to the very first recording

of the world's next overnight sensation.

MARCUS: I'm happy to have met you, Wendy.

Don't forget me when you're all famous, all right?

Please.

Selling it was a huge mistake.

‐ Sorry. All sales are final.

‐ Come on, man, you have no idea how much that guitar means to me.

‐ Buy it back.

‐ It's twice what I sold it for.

‐ Sorry, sweetheart, a deal's a deal.

‐ I don't have that kind of money.

‐ What are you, deaf?

WENDY: Hey, it's me.

I know you're probably still mad at me, and, uh...

I don't blame you.

I really put you through the wringer.

I found out about your brother, Marcus.

I'm so sorry, dude.

I can't imagine how much that hurts.

But, um, don't let this change him for you.

I feel like we grow up and people are always... saying that,

no matter what, everything will work out in the end.

But I don't know.

Like, isn't it way more complicated than that?

I can't tell you how to live with your memories of Alex, but,

God, Marcus, I hope you find a way.

I hope you can learn to love him for who he really was

and not who you imagined him to be.

Though you do imagine people to be pretty great.

I got Darling back.

It took a little, um... convincing.

I'm taking my guitar. MAN: I told you‐‐

WENDY: Listen, I don't think you know who you're dealing with, buddy!

MAN: Jesus Christ! WENDY: I'm taking my guitar back,

and if you're smart, you won't get in my way. MAN: Put that down!

That's worth $2,000! WENDY: I don't care.

MAN: Who do you think you are? WENDY: I'm a woman on a mission.

MAN: You're crazy! WENDY: Bet your ass I'm crazy, dude!

MAN: I'm gonna call the cops. WENDY: Go ahead!

Here is your money.

Dude, don't call me "sweetheart."

Yeah, not my proudest moment.

But Darling is back home where she belongs,

and she wouldn't be if it, if it weren't for you.

Anyway, enough of the sappy shit. I have a surprise for you.

‐ You ready? ‐ Yeah.

‐ All right.

WENDY: Okay, so it's not perfect,

but in, like, some dumb kind of way it's,

maybe that's the point, you know, that, um,

reality never really matches your expectations?

I... um,

I just want you to be happy, Marcus.

I just want you to be happy.

DENNIS: You good?

‐ Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Far From Home playing

: Hi, I'm Marcus Lund,

and you're listening to The Ultimate Playlist of‐‐

Holy shit!

: Nice.

Perfect.

Great job.

‐ The windchimes were beautiful.

‐ Hey, Dad.

Can I lock it?

‐ Yeah.

‐ You okay?

‐ Yeah. ‐ Okay.

‐ Is that enough? DOCTOR: Yes.

Check vitals one more time, please.

That's gonna hit you in a little bit.

‐ Okay. ‐ You got this.

NURSE: The waiting room is right over here.

‐ Can we, can we stay with him for a little longer?

DOCTOR: Mm‐hmm.

NURSE: I'm just gonna set you back a bit, okay?

‐ Okay.

‐ We'll be right here waiting for you.

All right?

‐ Okay.

‐ It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be great.

‐ Wait. Wait, um‐‐

Can we just wait?

Please, stop for a second, just‐‐

‐ Relax. Everything's gonna be okay.

‐ Just wait‐‐ ‐ Wait. Marcus, hang on, hang on.

‐ Mom. ‐ I know. It's okay. It's okay.

‐ I can't do it, I can't do it. Please, just one more day.

‐ Okay. ‐ Please, just one more day.

‐ It's okay.

Listen to me.

You're going to be okay.

I promise you.

We're right here for you. We're not going anywhere.

All right, baby?

It's gonna be okay.

‐ Did he like me?

‐ Oh, sweetheart.

He loved you.

He loved you so much.

‐ I'm sorry for yelling at you.

ALYSSA: Ohh!

Listen to me.

I love you

more than anything in the world.

MARCUS: If you asked me a few months ago

what life would be like without my hearing,

I wouldn't have been able to answer because I was too afraid

of losing such a huge part of me.

But now,

I see that life without sound is still beautiful.

It's just a different kind of beautiful.

One that I just met.

That I'm excited to get to know.

Just because I can't hear anymore

doesn't mean I experience my life any less than I used to.

'Course I miss sounds.

Saying goodbye to something you love is hard.

But sometimes if I really focus,

I can still kinda hear it.

ALEX: All right, I'll play this,

and then you play at the same time.

Green!

Yellow!

Orange!

Orange!

MARCUS: All things considered,

I'd say that my life is pretty great.

I still have my friends, my family,

and the adventure that will always remind me of Wendy.

And of Alex.

And that's a life worth living,

with or without hearing.

So, now,

without further ado,

please enjoy The Ultimate Playlist of Noise.

‐ Okay, and then we'll loop that back into the chorus.

DENNIS: No problem, Wendy.

‐ Okay.

Hey, uh, can I take five?

ALEX: All right.

Uh, this is Through the Smoke,

take... four?

Take four.

near the zoo line

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