All language subtitles for Love.At.First.Glance.2017.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]-rado

Mr. Kramer.

I don't know ifyou remember me.

I'm Mary Landers,reporter for The Bugle.

I remember.

Did you happen to seemy article in The Bugle

of the incursion of chipmunksin Hidden Hollow Park?

Must have missed it.

Well, with myinvestigative reporting,

I exposed that the chipmunksare disturbing

all the biological balance ofall the fauna in the park.

It's true,the squirrels arereally upset.

You interviewedsquirrels?

Well, actually,I interviewed a worldrenowned behaviorist

from City Collegethat did confirm that

the squirrels are exhibitingsigns of depression.

It's all in the heightof the tail.

I'd love to cometalk to you about

some articlesI'm thinking about.

Keep upthe good work.

Thanks, sir.Have a great day.

Well, at least heknows who I am.

- Hey, Natalie.- Good morning.

- Hey, Todd.- Good morning, Mary.

- Morning, Sharon.- Hey.

Keeping busy?

Emergency closureon South Temple.

They need to removea dead tree.

Stop the presses.

What's wrong, Mary?

I can't do this anymore.I'm going mad.

- What are you talking about?- I can't write about thisanymore.

I can't write aboutyard sales and spelling bees.

We all gotta startsomewhere.

We've been doing thisfor six years now.

Okay? I went tojournalism school.

I hardly think myprofessors thought

my big breaking storywould be writing about

a sign on Gino's Pizzeria

that's keeping the residentsawake at night.

The neighborhood wasvery grateful.

Besides, I thought you weregonna talk to Jack Kramer

over at the Gazette.

I did.

And?

Let's just say he's notoverly impressed with

my investigative reportingon chipmunks.

It was a story thatneeded to be told.

I am dying here.

I feel like I'mstanding still.

What do you say we, uh--we go out tonight?

Have some margaritas.

Who knows,maybe we'll get lucky,

and we'll witnessa robbery or something.

You'll be offand running.

Can't.Going out with Carl.

Said he had somethingimportant to tell me.

I bet he's gonnapropose.

You think so?

W-- I mean,it's been five years.

And he's not gonna dobetter than you.- Man: Oh, Connie.

I want you to go talk tothe washroom attendantsat The Drake.

They still havewashroom attendants?

Yes, and they'revery upset.

Go on, I know youhave it in you.

Make it special.Mary.

Yeah, Wally.

I have a special assignmentfor you.

- Really?- This is gonna befront page stuff.

- Really?- It's for ourValentine's Day issue.

Really.

You look disappointed.

It's just thatdoes the publicreally need to know

that candy corn Cupidsare gonna be all the rageat Taffy Town?

No, I'm thinking more ofa meditation on love.

Give me your take onthe true meaning of love.

You want me to write aboutthe true meaning of love.

In 3,000 words.

- But, Wally, I--- Go on, I know youhave it in you.

Make it special.

Okay.

Mary:I don't know why I botherto look at this menu.

We always orderthe same thing.

Cheese ravioli for two.

I guess you couldcall us boring.

Set in our ways.Right, Carl?

Hm?

Never mind.

Hi. I knowwhat we want.

We're gonna getthe cheese ravioli,please,

and, uh, I-- I would lovea little bit more water.

Actually, I'm gonna havethe chicken risotto.

And, uh, tiramisufor the lady, please.

Thank you.

What's going on,Carl?

What do you mean?

You just orderedthe chicken risotto.

We always getthe cheese ravioli.

Yeah, um...I think I can explain.

Look,I want to tell you somethingthat happened last week.

Does this have to do withthe chicken risotto?

In a way, yes.

So, Tim Wood came in.

You know whoTim Wood is, right?

- He's one of your customers?- Yes, a very good customer.

Every three yearsfor the last 15 years,

he's leased the same carfrom me.

A four-door, kid friendly,brand new navy blue sedan.

- Mm-hm.- Every three years,

same car, same features.

But last Thursday,you know what he did?

I haven'tthe slightest idea.

He bought a brand newconvertible sports car.

Just like that,he walked in and--and just--

and just gota red convertible.

What does this have to dowith the chicken risotto?

It has to do with change,Mary.

It was in that moment,that very moment,

that Tim Wood boughtthat convertible

that I had myroad to Damascus moment.

Road to Damascus?

I remembered then whatmy father used to say to me.

If you don't like something,change it.

Not quite Mark Twain,but okay, fine.

Get your risotto.

I don't thinkyou understand, Mary.

I'm sorry, Mary,I just don't think that

we should see each otheranymore.

Sorry.What'd you say?

There has to be more to lifethan cheese ravioli.

I don't understand, Carl.We've been together forfive years.

You've always lovedcheese ravioli.

I'm bored, Mary.I need-- I need someexcitement in my life.

What are you saying,I'm boring?

No, I--

Call me crazy,

but I'd like todate someone

who didn't know whatthey want to order

without looking atthe menu.

Fine, I'll changemy order.

I'll change. Okay?

Where's the waitress?I'll have the manicotti.

This is biggerthan manicotti.

Look, you--you're a great gal.

I just latelyhave been thinking that

I need something different,something less...

predictable.

Predictable?

I just wrotean investigative pieceon depressed chipmunks--

Squirrels.Squirrels.

Don't tell methat is predictable.

Mary, I need--I need someone that

when she walks inthe room,

I get butterfliesin my stomach.

But we live inthe same building, Carl.

Don't you think it would beawkward if we broke up?

Yeah, you're rightabout that.

I think you should move.

But it's almostValentine's Day.

Waitress: Here you go.- It'll--

Hi. Uh, we're actuallygonna get that to go,

if that's okay.Thanks.

Man: Aviation Way.

Next stop, First Avenue.

Wait!You forgot your phone.

Sorry.

Shoot.

Uh--

Excuse me.I'd like to turn this in.

Lost property,form F2108.

It's not a lost property.I found this phone,

and I just want togive it back.

Yeah, we don't havea form for that.

- What do you mean?- Look, lady,

I work for thetransit system.

People don't justturn property inaround here.

Well, what isall that stuff?

Every night, we cleanthe train cars.

And every night we findphones, keys, baby bottles,you name it.

What can I say?It all ends up--

Here.

You know what?Never mind.

I'm gonna take the phoneand try to find him myself.

Hey.

Mary: Hi, Victor.

Carl broke up with me.

- Yes!- Uh!

I mean, no, no, no,that is so bad.

- Man.- You hated him.

I-- I don't hate him,I just--

I think you cando better.

What happened?

He said he wantssomething different.

What am I supposed to do?How am I supposed to beany different in my life?

Well, you could start withchanging those shoes,

they're horrible.

Uh! He says I'mpredictable.

Am I predictable?

Predictably wonderful.

You're so sweet.You always say thenicest things to me.

That's because you'rea good person, Mary.

Hey. Hey.You're a good person.

I am a good person.

- Yeah.- I am.

I do really nice thingsfor people, like...

if somebody's checking out,I'll let them check out

in front of me atthe grocery storewith one item.

And I donate all my clothesto Goodwill.

Connie, she sends meall these videos,

thousands every day,

and I always tell herthank you for them.

And you probablydon't know this,

but I put nickelson the sidewalk

just so peoplecan find them.

Is that why Mr. Gilbert isalways looking at the groundin front of the building?

Who am I kidding?

Who's gonna fall in lovewith me?

Really?

Hundreds of guys.I mean, there's thousands.

Name one.

Okay, um...Mr. Vornado.

- My dry cleaner?- Yeah.

He's always hada thing for you.

No, no, no,I'm not crossing that line.

He is the best dry cleanerin the city.

Do you know how hard it isto find a good dry cleaner?

- I mean, that guyis a genius--- Fine, fine, fine, fine.

You're never gonnafind love ever again,

and you're just gonnalive alone with catsthe rest of your life.

Congratulations.

- Will I?- Seriously really?

You know what?Jack Kramer,

he just needs to give methat job at The Gazette,

and then my lifewill be changed,

and I will bedifferent.

Wh-- What, no, no,what are you doing?

You are not texting the guythat broke your heart.

- No, no, give me--- No, relax, it's not--it's not my phone.

This is-- I found thison the subway.

This guy--I just want to findhis contacts

so I can give itback to him.

The security code.

Try 1234.

How did you know that?

'Cause it's everybody's security code.

Oh. It saysif you find it,

contactJames Fielding.

He's onSouth State Street.

555-0127.Give me your phone.

Okay.

Hey, it's James. I'm out of the country, so don't leave a message.

I will see you after my latest adventure.

My latest adventure?

Who is this guy,Marco Polo?

I mean,look at him. Look.

He dives with sharks.

- Whoa.- He-- He jumps off cliffs.

He runs with--He runs with the bulls.

This is theperfect guy for you.

Victor, my boyfriendjust broke up with me.

This might bea crazy idea, but...

do you know who he'sthe perfect guy for?

- Who?- The Gazette.

The Gazette? Wh--

The Gazette is alwayslooking to find

new interesting peopleto profile.

I could just writea story on him.

That would bea good way in.

Did you not just hearthe part about

him being out ofthe country?

Ohh...

What if he turns outto not even bean interesting person?

Is that a real lion?

Yeah.

Shh.

It's Mr. Gilbert.

What is he doing?

He's looking fornickels.

Is that my future?

Looking for nickelsin the junipers?

Oh.

He texted.

What do I do?

You sent an emojiof a pumpkin?

He's gonna thinkI'm a total lunatic.

Yeah, or festive.

"Yes, I have your phone."

"Are you the girlon the train?"

He remembers me.

"The one with the red shoeseating dessert?"

Please tell me you were not

eating cheesecakein public again.

It was the tiramisufrom Nino's Amore.

I couldn't resist.Give me your phone.

He says he's in the airportheading to Paris.

He says he uses it forinternational travel.

This guy's like James Bond.-

He says he wants to meet me.

What do I say?

"Yes, I can meet you.When?"

"Back on February 14th."

- Valentine's Day?- Yeah, what do you care?

You're not gonna be busy.-

He wants you tohold onto his phoneuntil then.

Uh, "where should we meet?"Question mark.

"Kimi's, 9 p.m."

Kimi's, Kimi's.Kimi's?

Yeah, the placeby my old apartment.

Oh, yeah, yeah,I love that place.Okay.

What are you typing?

I'm asking him if it's okayif you write a story on him.

What's he saying?

He wants to knowwhat kind of story.

Oh. Okay.

Tell him I'm a veryimportant reporter

working foran internationallyrecognized newspaper,

and I write profiles oninteresting people.

Yeah.

Pretty sure the staff ofThe Bugle, circulation 142,is gonna believe that one.

Just type that.

He's saying,"What makes you thinkI'm so interesting?"

"Just a hunch.

"I would like toget to know you betterto make sure."

- No.- Send.

No! Don't send that.Victor.

That is so embarrassing.

I'm just gonnacrawl in a hole anddie of embarrassment.

"You have everyone I knowin your hands. Go for it."

"Go for it"?

Mary: Hey, Mom.-

- There you are.- Hi.

You're an hour late.

Hey, where's Carl?

- Uh, we broke up.- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Yeah.- You career girls,

all work and no timefor romance.

Oh, Carl broke upwith me, Aunt Pam.

So, are you seeinganyone new?

It's been less than24 hours.

Hi, Uncle Bill.Hi.

She got dumped.She's single.

Still single.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Mm.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Why?

Just surprised aboutyou and Carl, that's all.

You know, I think...

he thinks I'm boring.

Why, that isridiculous.

No, I think he's right.

About being boring?

I think I'm bored.

Oh.

But I'm gonna do somethingto change that.

Like what?

- I'm gonna finda great guy.- Mm-hm.

And then I'm gonna beeverything he wantsin a girl and more.

- Mm-hm.- And we're gonna fallmadly in love.

And then what?

What do you mean?

You become the girl thatthis great guy of yoursis looking for,

and then what?

Well, we'll livehappily ever after.

Mm.

So, this new guyof yours

gets the girlof his dreams.

- Mm-hm.- Hm.

What, Mom?You're doing that--that nod, that--

You have that look.

It just seems to me thatin your happily ever after,

you lose.

Lose what?

Yourself.

Who you really are,what you really want,

what you really need.

To find real love,Mary,

you have tolove yourself first.

It will come to you.

But true lovedoesn't fall fordisguises.

It seesright through them.

So you just beyour authentic,

wonderful self.

And it'll come.

- Now, come on.- Okay.

Mary: Good morning, sir.

So what I want to do isI want to paint a portraitof a man

by interviewinghis friends, family,

co-workers,acquaintances,

see him throughthe prism of their eyes.

Sounds like an obit.

Oh, no, no, no,no, no. No.

Well, think of it likea living obit.

Living obit.

That's original,Landers.

And trust me, sir,this man who I want towrite about

is very much alive.

Very, very much.

Here.

That a real lion?

Mm-hm.

I think this piecewould be really great

in your newmillennial section.

What do you think?

Don't you haveanother job, Landers?

Yes, I do.I work for The Bugle.

And I am working onan article right now

on the meaning of love.

Let me guess.

The Valentine's Dayissue.

Mm-hm.

Okay, then, thanks foryour time, sir.

Landers.Follow me.

Oh.

Look at that photo.

What do you see?

Mm... he didn't haveas much gray hair?

No, look.Go on, get closer.

I don't know what youwant me to see.

Hunger.

That's what I want youto see. Hunger.

Look at that guyin that photo.

Does that guy look likehe would take nofor an answer?

I really want to dothis story, sir.

Oh, for cryin' out loud,Landers.

You gotta fight for it.

I really, reallywant to do this story, sir,

and prove to you thatI can work at The Gazette.

Jeez Louise,you call that fighting?

Go on,get out of here.

Does that meanI can do the story?

Yeah, yeah.Go ahead, write it.

See where it goes.

Thanks againfor meeting me.

- Um, may I?- Mm-hm.

Thanks. Whoo.

So, like I mentioned,I found your number inJames' phone,

and I'm trying to intervieweveryone who knows him

to see what kind ofman he is.

Hmm. And does James knowyou're doing this?

Yes. In fact,he told me to go for it.

That doessound like James.

He's a verygenerous person.

An extraordinary man.

And he hasthe potential to bea great tango dancer.

Oh. So James is a dancer?

Actually, he's aphotojournalist.

He came here to doa story about the tango,

and quickly becameenchanted with our world.

So, what makes Jamesa good dancer?

The tango is a gameof allurement.

It beginsin the eyes.

In a glance.

The dance epitomizesthe dancer's

loneliness andsecret desires.

Tell me,Miss Landers,

have you ever dancedthe tango?

Me? Oh, no, no, no,I don't dance.

Everyone must dance.

Everyone hasa dance inside them.

Honestly,I have two left feet.

I don't-- I--Last time I danced was atmy cousin Ronnie's wedding.

We did the line dancefrom "Footloose,"

and they actually asked meto leave the dance floor.

Once in your lifetime,you must dance the tango.

Cesar. Come.

- What?- Yes. Come, come.

No, I think I should go.

I don't think so.

- Oh, my--- Don't think.

Just feel.

Oh, my gosh,what is happeningright now?

Just fall into my arms.

Uh, just so you know,I have a 4:42 trainto catch back.

Nothing else matters.

Because tonight...

we have the tango.

Mary, you area natural tango dancer.

Mary: I am?

Goddess.

Powerful.Graceful.

Beautiful.

Whoo. Let's tango!

Oh. Hey, Carl.

Oh, uh--

Seriously, Victor,Carl's face was amazing.

I was doing this tango movein the elevator,

and the door opens,he's just standing there,

I'm, like,"Oh, hi, Carl."

And the door closesbefore he can say anything.

Wow. Oh, man.

Mm-hm.Oh, green.

- Pink.- Thank you.

So, how was it?

What?

Running intoCarl again?

Mm. I don't know.

It's strangewhen you see someoneevery day for so long,

and then suddenly you don't.

But it was okay.

I was okay.I think.

I'm not sure I was everin love with him, Victor.

I'm not sureI've ever been in love.

But isn't it funny thatWally's got me writingthis story on love?

I mean, what if I find it?That will be news.

Especially to me.

Green.

Yellow.

Oh, guess what?I got another lead

- with the Gazette story.- Who?

Mm, all I know isher name is China Howe.

China Howe.

She sounds likea spy.

Look.Mystery girl.

- Oh.- Spy.

Spy.

She said she hada complicated relationshipwith him.

And the plot thickens.

Yeah, let's hope so.

Woman: Quiet down, guys.

Boy, you havea lot of dogs.

I know.

You like dogs,right?

I never had a petgrowing up,

so honestly, they are--they scare me a little.

Oh, no, they're notgonna hurt you.

They're nothin' but love.Give me a kiss.

Dogs are my life.

You know what?Dogs saved my life.

Actually,James saved my life.

When did you meet?

Five years ago.

Woman: Okay,medium rare hamburger.

But I ordereda mushroom omelet.

Oh.

Oh, you-- you did.Okay.

I-- I will fix that.One second. Okay?

- Where are my--- Okay, just give me--

Just give me a second.Okay?

Woman: I ordereda tuna sandwich.- I'll be right with you.

What else can Iget for you?

Uh, I haven't actuallyordered yet.

Just admit it,I'm a terrible waitress.

No, you're probablyjust having a bad day.

No, I'm justreally bad at this.

You know what?I hate it.

I dreadcoming to work.

Hm.

Tell me something.

Do you know Confucius?

Yeah, he was a regular,and then I gave hima milkshake,

so now he goes tothe bagel shopdown the street.

You're funny.

They think I'm a riot.

No, Confucius said,

"The man who findsa job that he loves

"never worksa day in his life."

So, what do you like?

What do I like?

No, no, what do you lovemore than anything?

Toast.

Okay, I don't really seea career path in that,

but toast is good.

I like Monopoly.

The yellow propertiesare the best

because nobodyever lands on them.

- Have you noticed?- Wow, that's aninteresting strategy.

I love dogs.

That's what I lovemore than anything.

Am I crazy?-

Oh, I-- I've gotta getsomebody's scrambled eggs.

I'll probably mess it up.

Hard to mess upscrambled eggs.

Watch me.What can I get for you?

Uh, cup of coffeewould be great.-

Okay, one iced teacoming up.

Man: China.- Hot chocolate.

- Really?- Sorry, Bill.

Mary: You said Jamesrescued you.

How did he do that?

He just knowshow to see people

for who they really are,and it's enough.

He taps into all thoseplaces in your heart

that we just long tohave touched, you know?

Hey.

Hey.

What happened?

I got fired.

Something aboutmessing up a patty melt.

That's rough.

It's notthe first time.

Yeah.What are you gonna do?

Find anothercrappy waitress job.

By tomorrow.

Come with me. I wantto show you something.

Let me take you somewhere.

Mary: That same day,James took me

to a placethat changed my life.

Within a week,I had traded in

first acts and scrambled eggs

for something that becamemy life's passion.

How do you even knowabout this organization?

I had a girlfriend once.

Needed a dog.

Oh, thank you, James.

Aw.

Why did it endwith the two of you?

Carey.

I think to reallyunderstand James,

you have to knowwhat happened with Carey.

Who knows? Maybeif James and I met now

instead of then,we'd still be together.

Don't get me wrong.I love him.

I always will. He's the one

who led meto what I love in life,

and really, isn't thatwhat it's all about?

Wow. I can't believe this is all yours.

I couldn't have done itwithout James.

Ohh! He likes you.

Ohh.

You guysare meant to be.

Come on, baby.

- Mary.- Hey, Carl.

Hi.

What's wrong?

Whose dog is this?

Oh, this is my new dog.Boyfriend.

- Boyfriend?- Say hi to Carl,

my ex-boyfriend.

Hi. Hi.

Okay. Uh, I'm reallyconfused here

because you always saidthat you hated dogs.

When we were together,I always wanted to get a dog,

and you would always say"Over my dead body."

Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah.What can I say?

Ready to go?Ready to go home?

Okay. Come on.

Come on. Here we go.

Say goodbye to Carl,Boyfriend.

Bye, Boyfriend.

Dad, what are you doing?

Oh. It doesn't needto be so perfect.

This is the way I like it.I like it just in nice lines,

clean, symmetrical,

so it's all goingin the same direction.

They're just leaves,sweetheart.

We sweep them away.Some blow back.

More fall off the tree,

and then we do itall over again.

Life is messy.

By the way,how's work going?

I'm supposed to bewriting a story

on the meaning of love.

You know,in the last few weeks,

I've realized I have no cluewhat love means.

Maybe you just need to changethe way you look at things.

35 years ago,my car broke down,

and I went into a dress shopto answer the phone,

and there was your mother.

Unexpected.

Love is just that way.

Unexpected.

Hmm.

It's from James.

"Greetings from Paris

where it is beautifuland romantic."

Isn't Paris always romantic?

"Ever been"?

Hmm. No.

I've never left the U.S.

But a girl can dream.

"What's in your dreams?"

God, what is it about this guy

that makes me wantto tell him everything?

James and I workedin a photo lab.

Back then,I barely left my house.

I just went to workand came home

and played video games.

Then one day,James brought me up here.

- Yeah.- He told me I needed

to step outof my comfort zone.

Ha ha!

The guy showed mehow to love life,

and look at me now.Shall we?

I don't think so!I'm scared!

- Come on!- I'm just scared of--

Goggles, goggles.

Goggles, goggles.

- Hey. Really?- Yeah.

- Oh, my gosh.- Come on.

Oh, my gosh. Oh!

Oh-- All right, here I go.

Aah!

Woman: I love James.

Mary: Thank you.- You're welcome.

I don't see him enough.

He's always off somewhere

on some great adventuretaking pictures.

Hmm.

How did you meetJames?

Oh, we were neighbors.

You know, back then, we usedto help me around the house--

you know, little thingslike carry in the groceries

or fix a broken faucet.

He liked my son Daniel.

When I met James,Daniel was only 8.

Daniel used to love to playthis old keyboard.

He used to play the samesongs over and over again.

You know, some nights,when I had to work late,

James would look after Daniel,

and he would listento him play this keyboard.

He loved it.

You know, the truth is

he saw something in my childI didn't even see.

One day I came home from work,

and Daniel was sittingat this beautiful piano.

It was a gift from James.

No one had ever doneanything like that for me.

You know, what kind of man

cares for another'schild like that?

James used to sit right hereand watch him play.

And before you knew it,my child got pretty good.

Okay, now leavesome gaps and spaces

so you can dosomething unexpected.

Not quite that unexpected.

What's wrong, Daniel?

I can't do it.

- Do what?- Be great at this.

I want to be the greatestthere ever was.

Do you know whoRalph Waldo Emerson is?

He was a poet, a writer,a great writer.

You know what he said?

Nothing great is everachieved without enthusiasm.

Show me some enthusiasm. Huh?

Show me some greatness.

That's it.Now take it from the top.

5, 6, 7, 8! Go! Ha ha!

Yeah. Now we're feeling it.

So where's Daniel now?

Oh, he goes to Julliard.

And next month,he'll play a concert

- at Carnegie Hall.- What?

James said he would be there.

Wow. Oh, gosh.

It's just so funny

becauseI don't even know him,

but everyone in James' life

makes me love himmore and more.

- Mm-hmm.- It's crazy, right?

Not really.

Every dayI just want to hear more

about his acts of kindness,his sense of adventure,

his total fearlessness.

You know, the one thingyou'll learn about James

is that it all comes froma place deep in his heart.

And for me, it wasn'tabout him buying a piano.

It was about the timethat he spent

at this piano with my child.

It's about the grocerieshe carried on.

It's about himteaching us the truth

about livinga worthwhile life.

That love is everything.

- Hi.- Hi.

I've separated outthe green ones for you.

Oh. And this is why I love you.

- Oh.- You working tonight?

Oh. Valentine's Day sale.

40% off everythingin the store.

Oh. Are the sandalsI love on sale?

Literally, the only pairof shoes in the store

not on sale.

Ohh! How is a girlsupposed to live?

Want to have lunchtomorrow?

Can't. I'll be out of town.

- What are you doing?- The James story.

Well, actually, I'm goingto meet this girl Carey,

but the funny thing is,when I called her,

this guy Matthewanswered her cell phone

and said he'd explaineverything when I got there.

Oh.

Alan broke up with Sharon.

I heard.

The latest bid for the dresson eBay: 38 bucks.

And Natalie from accountingis getting married.

Hmm.

You'rethinking about Carl.

No. Actually, I'm thinkingabout what he said

when we broke up.

He said he wants excitement.

He said he wants to feelbutterflies in his stomach

when the girl of his dreamswalks in the room.

Mary, in the last week,

you've jumpedout of an airplane,

danced the night awaywith some Casanova,

and got a dog.

Don't you see?

You're not the girlthat Carl broke up with.

You've changed.

I know, but trust me.

No matterhow much I've changed,

nobody's goingto feel butterflieswhen I walk in a room.

You're the onethat needs to feelthe butterflies.

All that mattersis what you feel.

And when you feelthat crazy stirringinside you...

you'll know.

You'll know you've finallyfound the right one.

Hmm.

Here.

I got you something.

Oh! For me?

"For the girl who always picksout the green candy hearts."

- Aw, thank you.- Don't get too excited.

Between the 40% off saleand my employee discount,

it was practically free.

Thank you.You are such a prince.

Thanks for meeting me.

Always happy to helpa fellow journalist.

May I?

- Please.- Thanks.

So you're a journalist,Matthew?

Uh, I'm a nurse,

but I coverPee Wee football

for the local paper.

Do you work at a hospital?

Yeah. Center For BrainInjury and Rehabilitation

at Castle Rock.

And where did you meet James?

At Castle Rock.

You said on the phone

you haven't seen himfor a while.

We text, but I think,at the end of the day,

it's still justtoo painful for him.

Oh.

James hasn't hadthe easiest life.

James' mother wasvery devoted to her son.

For Diana Fielding,the son rose and seton her only child.

Make sure you get glueall over the heart.

Okay?

Then the glitter?

Then the glitter.

Hello. Hey, buddy.

Oh, look at that.That looks fantastic.

- Hi, sweetheart.- Hi, babe.

Nice to see you.

I'll make a quick calland be back.

I'll be right there.

You're doing sucha good job. I love you.

Mama, will wekeep this forever?

Every yearon Valentine's Day,

we'll put it on the mantelfor everybody to see

because it is the mostbeautiful valentine

I have ever seen.

And then, when you're allgrown up and you fall in love,

you can give itto the person you love.

What do you mean?

Well, some day,

you're going to fall in loveand get married,

and you'll haveyour own traditions,just like we have.

Good job, James.

Oh. Let me getsome more milk.

I want to come with you.

You've got to stay here

and make sure Daddy doesn'teat all of our cookies.

Uh--

Daddy's here.

Come sit over here.

Work on your valentine.

I'll be right back. Okay?

James.

I'll love youforever and ever.

Matthew: Those words,

"forever and ever,"

stayed with Jameshis entire life.

James' mother died instantly,

leaving behind only Jamesand his father Marshall.

That is so tragic.

James' father Marshall wasa successful businessman.

He worked a lotof long hours,

leaving James home alone

to think aboutwhat had been lost.

May I be excused?

Finish your dinner first.

Matthew: For many months,James felt very alone.

That was,until he met Carey.

What's wrong, James?

Nothing.

Don't you likemaking valentines?

That's all right.You don't have to.

We can just sit here.

Besides, I like Easter

much betterthan Valentine's Day.

Don't you, James?

On Easter I get to wearmy big straw hat

and eat lotsand lots of chocolate

and paint eggs every colorunder the rainbow.

Tell me, James.

Tell me you like Easterbest of all.

- Tell me, James.- I like Easter best of all.

Louder. I can't hear you.

I like Easter best of all.

I can't hear you.

I like Easter best of all!

After that day, they werethe best of friends.

They were rarely apart.

Hmm. That's sweet.

Seems like he waslucky to have her.

Yeah. You know,

I think that's the wonderfulthing about love

because it's just a greata gift for the giver

as it is for the onewho receives it.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Troy.

Did you guysbreak up again?

No.

Then why are you crying?

Because he doesn't...treat me...

the way I wantto be treated.

He cheated on you again.

James?

James, where are you going?

Troy?

What the heck, James?

So, you know what youdid was wrong, son?

Yes, sir.

You know that I'm going tohave to punish you?

Yes, sir.

But I have to say that

the idea of youlaying this boy out...

That's all.

James, see, if you've neverdone anything crazy,

then you've never reallyfollowed your heart.

'Cause the only thingthat matters in the end

is that you loved.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh.

It doesn't hurt.

I came here to thank you.

You didn't have tothank me.

Yes, I do.

You always have my back.

When good things happen...

and bad things, too.

And today...

was really, really bad.

I feel like a fool.

I'm a fool, too.

I'm in love with a girlwho doesn't even knowI exist.

Who is it, James?

After that daythey were never apart.

They went to college together.

Then, after four years,they moved back into the city,

- rented a little house.- Hmm.

I remember James was a portraitphotographer back then,

and Carey used to bakeand sell pies

- for the local restaurants.- Mm.

They were very muchin love.

Yeah. They talkedabout getting married.

Hmm.

And just one day,everything changed.

Oh.

Slow down, Carey!

Come on, slowpoke!

Here I come!

Only 2 more miles!

Only 2 more miles?You're killing me.

Whoo-hoo!

Ha ha ha! Come on!

Come on, James!

Carey!

Come on, James.I believe in you.

- Aah!- Carey!

Matthew:He never left her side.

For the first eight months,he was there day and night.

But the Carey he knew...was no longer there.

Come on, Carey.

Tell me you like Easterbest of all.

What?

I can't hear you.

Come on. Tell me you likeEaster best of all.

Tell me you like Easterbest of all.

After a while,she started to walk again,

but the damage was done.

The doctors said the traumaticbrain injury she suffered

caused retrograde amnesia.

She remembered nothing

about her lifebefore the accident.

I was her nurse.

We worked hard to getsome of her memory back.

But those past memoriesonly seemed to agitate her.

James was a stranger to her.

After a while,

she told him he didn'tneed to visit anymore.

So he stayed awayfor a few weeks,

but on the dayshe was released...

So what's the first thingyou're going to do

when you get out of here?

Go to the movies.

- The movies?- Yes.

You promised mewhen I took my first step

you were going to take meto the movies.

That I did.

So I'm goingto hold you to that,

Matthew McGuire.

It's really the firstthing you want to do?

A scary movie.

Okay. Now I don't knowif I can handle that.

Don't worry.I'll hold your hand.

Come on, Matthew.

I promise we'll have fun.

Matthew: On that day...

he let her go.

He loved her that much.

Her just let her go.

After that day,

his heart shatteredinto a million pieces.

Hmm.

He was fragilefor a long time.

But I like to think that Jamesis the man he is today

because of that broken heart--

never sitting still,

always lookingaround the corner

for that next adventure.

Running from the pain?

Maybe.

Has there been anyone elsefor James since Carey?

No. No one serious.

For a long time, I justdon't think he was ready.

But lately I've noticedsomething changing in him.

- Huh.- I mean, call mean old-fashioned optimist,

but I like to think thata broken heart can be healed

and that a healed heartcan love deeper

and more fullythan ever before.

Hmm.

I'm going to show yousomething.

Mm.

Here are some photos

that James tookrecently in Paris.

Oh.

Maybe it's just me,

but thislooks like somebody

who's readyto love again.

Yeah.

Come on. I want youto meet Carey and our son.

Hey, sport, come here.

Oh ho ho ho.

- Hey.- Oh, look at him.

He's a good-lookingkid, right?

How's the soccer going?

Great.

- Come on.- Hey.

- Hello.- Hello.

All right, let's seewhat you've been learning.

Okay, Bobby.

Oh, nice kick.

I guess I haven't beenmuch help with your story.

We have a sayingwith writers:

what you leave outis as importantas what you leave in.

Well, in my case, I didn'tchoose what to leave out.

It was just taken from me.

People tell me...

James and I were close once.

I suppose it's true.

Sometimes,really late at night...

or early in the morning,

I get this...

I get this senseof-- of something...

something...

like I have this onebrief memory

of a Valentine's Daywith James.

I woke upreally early that morning,

and James had made mepancakes and coffee.

And there on the mantelwas a homemade valentine

with lots and lotsof red glitter all over it.

It was like a childhad made it.

And on the valentinewere the words

"I will always love youforever and ever."

And I remember I-- I--

I really liked it

because it felt so special,

so important.

But then I don't rememberanything else.

I just don't remember.

it's just a sample ofhow the piece is going.

I mean, obviously, I havea lot more work to do,

but I think it capturesthe essence of--

Sorry.

The meaning of love.

Mary, I feel your heartisn't in this one.

That's not true.

Mary, do you remember

when Nataliein accounting

cried over that articleyou wrote

about the beauty contestantwith the broken leg?

Everybody liked that one.

Well, her talentwas tap-dancing.

It wrote itself.

But what we need to find here

is a little heart.

Ask yourself this.

What is it about love

that unlocks the mysteriesof the human heart?

I want to tell you a story,

a story about love.

Please, take a seat.

Mm.

Once, long ago,

when I was about your age,

I had two girlfriends.

Wally.

Yes, it's true.

One you know:

my lovely wife Ann.

But there was thisterrific girl Barbara

who I was also seeingat the same time.

Mm-hmm.

And on one Valentine's Day,

Barbara came overand gave me a gift.

It was a very expensivecashmere sweater.

And she wanted me to wear it

to her parents' housethat night.

But I knew I couldnever wear that sweater.

Why? You didn't like it?

No. It was a lovely sweater.

But it wasn't really for me.

It was for Barbara,

to make her feelbetter about herself.

Ah, later that same day,

my beautiful Anncame over

with a plateof homemade cookies,

just like these.

And you know,it was at that moment

that I really understoodthe true meaning of love.

It was a girl who putso much care and love

into what she did for me

that I could finallyunderstand this simple truth.

At the end of the day,

what gives our lives meaning

is how we are loved.

Hmm.

You need to tellyour story, Mary.

Tell a story abouthow someone or something

changed your life

and made you rejectthat cashmere sweater

for something much more.

Yep.

Please help yourself.

Oh.

Thanks.

Oh, wow.

Amazing.

You married herafter eating these cookies?

Oh, I know.She can't cook a lick.

But boy, she loves melike no other.

- Hey, Dad.- Hey.

Ooh.

Oh, I just lovethis smell.

Well, you've spent morethan one Saturdayafternoon in here

playing with your dolls.

Huh.

Is this for Mom?

Uh-huh. My valentine,

always and forever.

Hand me that piece of glassthere, will you?

Oh.

Careful. That flower'solder than you are.

Oh. Really?

Remember I told you

how I met your motherthat day.

My car broke down?

Well, that day,she gave me this flower.

She gave you a flower?

Your mother was neverthe shy, retiring type,

not then, not now.

She saw something she wanted,she went after it.

I was lucky my carbroke down that day,

and I was really luckythat she liked what she saw

when I walkedinto that dress shop.

Dad, you're goingto make me cry.

What is that song?

Oh, I love that song.

We used to dance to this

when you wereabout that high.

You put your little feeton top of mine,

- and off we'd go.- Oh.

Dad, you wantto do that again?

Sure.

Now be light on your feet.

Here we go, got it.Ah...

Oh hey, Mary.

Hey.

Um, excuse me, I need to...

Yeah, thanks.

Uh-huh.

Uh, Mary, wait,this isn't your floor. Wha--

Don't need any ofthese anymore.

Time to move on.

Hmm.

Clearly, you're myonly boyfriend.

Mm-hmm.

Goodnight, boyfriend.

Butterflies.

I see you're enjoyingJames's photography.

Yes, very much.

He is a very talentedyoung man.

That's taken froma series in Africa.

He travels the globe andhe always comes back with

the most wonderful images.

Here is when he wasdriving through

the Masai national reserve

Notice how the color heredepends heavily on theangle of the sun

and the perspectiveof the photographer.

He took this in Paris.

You're familiar withthis photograph?

Yes.

A friend of James'showed me this recently.

It's one of my favorites.It's entitled, "Hopeful".

Would you like to seesome new works from James?

Sure.

This one's called,

"Girl with Red Shoes".

Perhaps it shouldbe called "Hopeful".

Woo-hoo!

Woo-hoo!

Well, to answeryour question,

I spent 35 yearsin corporate America.

I missed seeingmy son grow up.

So when I finally retired,I discovered my passion.

I like to get on my hog,and hit the highway.

You know, just ride.

And I found out that itwas a fantastic way

for me to bond with my son,

because Jamesloves to adventure.

I love adventure,so on the weekends,

we take our bikes out,and we ride.

We ride for hours.

And its a great wayfor us to catch up.

Do you regret the years youmissed watching him grow up?

Once, when James was,like, 20,

and I'd been absent for years,I called him one night.

I was sick, I had a fever,some kind of a flu,

and I needed someone to comeover and take care of me.

He showed up.

Wow, you don't look so good.

All right.

And that was the nightthat everything finallymade sense.

There you go.

Drink up.

That he had real faithin our future together.

Well... it touched me.

It touched me immeasurably.

And so to answeryour question, no.

No regrets, but...

Lessons learned.

You're a natural.

Woo! Wow.

Here we go.

That was fun.

It was a great time.Great ride.

Next weekend?

Sound good. Night.

Goodnight.

- Thank you.- You bet.

Oh, hi, Carl.

Really?A motorcycle?

Nothing.

- Mm.- Hey.

Don't you justlove this place?

Well, um...

- Mmm, mm.- I suppose.

Look at this sea urchin,it is so tender.

Mm... naw. No.

What happened to your loveof cheese ravioli? I'm good.

Mm, well...

like you, I had myRoad to Damascus moment.

Say, did you hear that Tim Wood

returned that red convertibleI sold him?

Mm, no.

Yeah, he said,uh, he said

"I don't know whatI was thinking

I'm a blue sedan guy."

Mm-hmm.

Mary, you can't--No, I'm good.

You can't imaginethe amount of paperwork

I generated toreturn that car.

Let me tell you, we're talkingloads and loads of forms.

First I've everhad to return.

Although this one time I didhave a customer, uh,

Garfield, I thinkwas his name. He, uh...

- Carl?- Yeah?

I used to have dreamsabout us.

I had so many ideas ofwhat our future would be like.

But knowing what I know now,

and knowingwho I am now,

I just, I just can't figure outwhat that future would be like.

What are you saying, Mary?

Is it, is it overbetween us?

- Yes.- I mean, like, really?

Mm-hmm.

I guess this means you're goingto want me to move out ofthe building now, right?

No.

It's okay for you to stayright where you are.

The end.

Night, Mary.

Leaving?

- Yeah.- Where you heading?

Ooh, I'm getting readyto spend anotherValentine's day alone.

You?

You seem surprised.

Well, I am.

Oh, it's been the same thingyear after year.

I think the last timeI got a valentine wasin the third grade.

Huh.

Night, Mary.

Wait.

Happy Valentine's Day,Connie.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Happy Valentine's Day, Mary.

I love those balloons.

Can you believe tomorrow'sValentine's Day?

Tomorrow, I meet James.

You nervous?

- A little.- Don't be.

He's gonna love you andhe's gonna love the article

you wrote about himfor the Gazette.

Oh, didn't I tell you?I wrote it for the Bugle.

Finding the phone onthe train changed my life.

I realize I was only with Carlbecause it was comfortable.

And everyone expected Carland I to be together,

to get engaged, to getmarried, to have children,

and I just figuredsince it was expected,

it was right.

Don't get me wrong,I like Carl.

But, it wasn't love.

Love isn't always comfortable.

It sneaks up on you.

Sometimes when you'renot even looking.

It's unexpected, likewhat my dad said.

Speaking of unexpected,

did you know that Connieat your office

told everyone on Facebookthat you gave her a valentine?

Box of chocolates.

You gave herthe box of chocolates?

I was really lookingforward to that nougat.

Seeing how James lived his life

made me want tolive mine differently.

I don't wantto be comfortable.

I want something...

- Unexpected?- Unexpected. Yes.

- Is that the Bugle?- Mm-hmm.

"And love is opening ourhearts to any possibility,

no matter how unexpected."

Oh, man, I wish I would'vefound a phone on a train.

I'm proud of you.

You're proud of me?

Yeah.

Someone said to go for it,and you dove in

and you went for it.

Thanks.

Was it finding the phone?

I think it wasthe butterflies.

Whew, that wasa close one.

What are youdoing here, Landers?

Shouldn't you bein the park

chasing a squirrelfor an exclusive?

Did you happen toread my article onthe meaning of love?

I did.

What did you think?

Don't take this the wrongway, but I hate your style.

How could I possibly takethat the wrong way?

Just too rainbowsand fluffy clouds

and cinnamon sconesfor my taste.

You know, all thattouchy-feely crap.

Oh, okay, so youhate touchy-feely.

That would be incorrect.

I loathe touchy-feely.

You hated my articlethat much?

Oh, come on, Landers,I didn't say that.

The whole things works.It's the kind of thingreaders will eat up.

Sid Kaplanat my feature desk.

is moving to Florida.

Are you offering me a job?

Did I say that?

Yes, you did.You're offering me a job.

No.

Definitely a glamour don't.

Wha-- Really?

I thought this wasthe perfect dress.

Yeah, perfect if you're goingto the Smurfs' office party.

Well-- Never mind.

Try something else.

It's 8:30.I'm gonna be late.

Well, then hurry!

What do you think?

The woman whosold me this

said that I look likea strong, independent woman.

You look like a strongindependent woman

who ripped down her drapesand cut out a dress.

It's 8:35.You're gonna be late.

It's effortless.

No, absolutely not.

Why?

You can't wear ripped jeanson the first date, babe.

It's technicallynot a first date.

It's a date.

Please tell me this works.

You look...

perfect.

- Really?- Yeah.

Ah! Yes.

It's 8:44, you gotta go.

- Oh, I have to go.- Bye.

- Have fun.- Thank you.

Hi, I'm going to Kim'son Third and Temple.

Can we hurry? I'm sorry,I'm already running late.

Thank you.

Can you go any faster?

Ah, I'm so late!

All right, you know what?

I think I'mjust gonna get out

and run the rest ofthe way there.

Oh no, I'm too late.I missed him.

Excuse me.

Where is the guythat was sitting there?

I don't know, lady, we geta lot of people in here.

Think.

What happened to him,where did he go?

Um...

There was some guy there.

I don't know wherehe went.

What did he look like?

He was wearing pants.

Wearing pants?

Was he handsome, did he havereally pretty blue eyes?

- I don't remember.- Don't remember?

Listen, that guy isthe reason that I found myself.

Before I met him, I liveda life of caution.

Always second guessingeverything.

I was a girl whose ideaof a fun, wild night

was sneaking a wine coolerinto a 4 P.M. showingofEat Pray Love.

I love Julia Roberts.

Everybody loves Julia Roberts.

My point is, because ofthat amazing, handsome,

loving, generous,kind man,

I dance the tango.I jumped out of an airplane,

and I got a dog.

Oh, geez.

You just let himwalk out the door

and walk out of my life.

This is all my fault.

You know what my problem is?

You like to talkto strangers?

Don't you get it?

After all that searching forthe story of James Fielding,

the story I actuallyfound was my own.

I found myself,I found my strength,

I found my happiness.

And I found the man for me.

Lady, are you gonnaorder something?

Oh, I know whatyou're gonna say.

James Fielding doesn'teven know you exist.

What's wrong with Carl?Carl wants you back.

I should've just goneback to Carl.

Carl is the placeto go, right?

I don't know a Carl, so...

I don't want Carl!

Okay, lady, pleasedon't cry.

The truth is,I've fallen in love,

and found out sometimesyou fall in love

with the mostunexpected person,

at the most unexpected time,

and you do the mostunexpected things.

You know what I mean?

I mean, I alreadyhave a girlfriend,her name's Marisol,

and she's really jealous.

So I really don'twant any trouble.

You know, at the endof the day,

I've come all this way,and I've finally found myself.

And I'm left withthe scariest partof my journey.

Am I bold enough?Am I brave enough?

Am I crazy enoughto fall in love?

I think we're bothcrazy enough.

I've gotta requestthe morning shift.

Valentine's dayis almost over.

No, we still have10 more minutes.

I have a present for you.

For me?

Ta-da.

Oh, it's whatI've always wanted.

Take a look.

I have somethingfor you, too.

Close your eyes.

Hmm.

Okay, open.

Oh...

Happy Valentine's Day.

Happy Valentine's Day.

You asked me a whileago what was in my dreams.

I think it was this.