All language subtitles for Love Under the Stars (2015) Hallmark 720p WEB-DL X264 Solar

Oh... that's so not good.

Em!

Emily!

T-minus 20 minutes.

Where'd you get that, kiddo?

You're not old enough to have
mommy's jewelry yet.

Put that back
where you found it, please.

I don't want to wear it.
I just want to have it.

I know, I know,
but just...

Not yet, okay?

Ah! Sorry.

One, two three,
four, five--

do you have your permission slip
for tomorrow's field trip?

...four, five.

Did you know this is how
your dad started making maps?

Yep. When I was a kid,

I counted
sidewalk squares too,

so I could figure out
how to scale my maps.

Now, if we were
to map this block,

where do we start?
Remember?

Find
the focal point.

Right! A fixed point
that doesn't change,

like an anchor.

Now, where would
our fixed point be?

How about that
yellow building?

Great! Now we need
some landmarks.

What about
those street lamps?

That's right! And how
do we determine

spatial relationships
between landmarks?

Count the steps
between each lamp?

Exactly!

One, two, three, four...

No, no, no! Wait!

Ahh! Come on!

You ready for
a great day at school?

Bye.

And five... four...
Three... two...

One.

"Attachment theory"...

Shares a common thread

with the concept
of "object permanence."

If you show an infant a ball,

and then hide that ball
behind your back,

the child has no idea
where the ball has gone.

Only--

...that it has disappeared

and will never return.

Until he learns
object permanence,

the ball's disappearance

will be a traumatic event
for the child.

How was school?

What was the best thing
that happened today?

There wasn't
a best thing.

Okay, was there
a "worst thing"?

Well, so,
how are you, Emily?

Fine.

You know, if you're
building a castle,

you need
much bigger walls.

These walls
can withstand

an onslaught
of enemy arrows...

But--

gotta tell the castle guard
to watch out for rabbits.

I now pronounce

these vitamin-d
fortified walls,

"the castle of...

...carroty rock."

Eat your chicken,

and we'll build a moat
out of gravy. Deal?

Okay.

Thanks for
coming in this morning.

Okay, this is so cute,

but people don't
frame their selfies, Walt.

I'm re-energizing
the medium.

Benedict cumbercat ii
looks especially dapper.

Ah, well, he can't help it.
The camera loves him.

Oh, ho.

How's your thesis coming?

That's it? No chit-chat?
No "how are you?"

Oh, no, we've moved
well beyond

the chit-chat stage
in our relationship.

What I want to know
is do you have any ideas.

Tsk. Define "idea."

Oh, well, education is meant
to be a means to an end.

The end
is coming, my dear.

You have to figure out

a research topic
for your thesis.

I stopped by
for a friendly visit.

This is me being friendly.

It's called "tough love."
It's what advisors do.

Actually,
you're my English advisor.

I'm a psych major now.

Oh, that's right.

This is what,
your third major?

Why aren't you

having this conversation
with your psychology advisor?

Because he says
terrifying things, like,

"you need to decide on

a research topic
for your thesis."

Ah-hah!

You like
your child psychology course.

Why don't you do
something with kids?

Kids are fascinating.

Says the man with no kids.

If I had little kids,

how would I deal with
all of my overgrown ones,

like you,
who don't take my advice?

Fine! Fine.

Hit me
with your best shot.

Ahem, my niece teaches
a fourth-grade class.

I'm going to suggest

that you go
and you meet with her,

and you observe the class,

and maybe it will lead
to an idea.

Or it will lead to
a cut-throat game of dodgeball.

Either way, it's a win-win.

-So, I'm not sure exactly...
-This one?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Okay. Good luck.

Oh, hi!
You must be Becca.

Sorry I'm late.
I missed the bus.

How can I help?

Just give me a task.

Is it "Ms."
or "Mrs." Godfrey?

Please. Call me Amy.

So...

My uncle tells me
that you are...

Looking for inspiration?

Well, possibly.

My thesis is still
in the gestation phase.

But maybe I could be

your unofficial
teacher's assistant?

I could start by
observing a class--

done!

Really? That's it?

No interview?

Well, uncle Walt says
that you were his best student,

and I could use the help.

So, how about 10:00
to noon on weekdays?

That would be perfect!

Thank you.

Then you can
start right away.

We are playing
"nature detective."

The kids need to
identify and draw

five different
types of plants.

Cool! I'll, uh,
see who needs help.

Great. Thanks!

75, 76, 77, 78...

79, 80...

81, 82...

-83, eighty-f--
-whatcha doing?

Don't worry,
I'm not some rando.

I'm a field trip chaperone.

I'm making a map.

Really?

That sounds cool.
Can I see it?

Aren't you
supposed to make me

do my "nature detective"
worksheet?

The fun thing
about being a grown-up...

Is you get to make
your own rules.

So first...
I want to see your map.

It's so detailed!

These numbers on the side,
is this...

Is this to scale?

Can I have
my map back now?

I'm not done
charting the trees.

As you were.

86... 87...

88, 89, 90...

It's open.

Do we have
plans tonight?

No, but I haven't seen you
for a few days.

Sorry, Amber.

I've been slammed
with school.

I get it, I'm slammed
at the yoga studio too,

but being slammed
is a state of mind.

And the best way to get
that out of your head

is to put this Mac'n'cheese
into your mouth.

Classy.

It's my mom's
recipe.

It's the best Mac'n'cheese
you'll ever eat.

That is unreal.

Mm-hmm. It's my
go-to comfort food.

And I figured you could
use some comfort,

seeing as you just
broke up with Jacob.

How'd you know
I just broke up with Jacob?

Please, Becca.
It's been six months.

That's your average
relationship expiration date.

It's just...
Jacob and I...

We were always just
gonna be "Jacob and I."

It was never gonna be "us."

I would kill for an "us."

Can you help me with my math?

Uh... math
isn't my strong suit.

It's fourth-grade math.

And your point is?

I'm kidding.

Let me see
what I can do.

Oh! I actually
know this.

Okay.

So first, you're gonna
simplify the fraction...

Yeah! There you go.

You got it.

Kelly, Carrie, cristen,
and Alisha are my besties.

We do everything
together.

Brian m., Brian s.,
and Brian d.

Are the cutest boys.

But Brian b.
Is not cute at all,

even though he's a "Brian."

Jen is the best
at sports,

and Sam has

a miniature wiener dog
named Orson.

What about Emily?

She barely talks
since her mom died.

Wait! Where
are you going?

I'm not done telling you
who everyone is.

How are you?

Fine.

You know what?

That was a dumb question.

People expect you
to say you're "fine,"

but when you do,

they're not
even listening.

Next time
someone asks how you are,

what if you
gave them an answer

that actually
makes them think?

Like, if you're sad,
you could say,

"I'm a balloon
without any air in it."

Or if you're happy,
you could say,

"I'm a sunny day
at the beach,"

which is
self-explanatory,

because
what's happier

than a sunny day
at the beach?

But the person who asks
"how are you"

is gonna think
about your answer,

because you didn't
say "I'm fine,"

like they expected.

They'll hear you in a way
that they never have before.

You know?

I'm Becca.

I don't think
I said that yesterday.

Hi, Becca.
You're different.

Is that a good thing?

Yeah... and you talk a lot.

You're like a kid.

I like you, Emily.

You get me.

Can we be friends?

We can be friends.

Cool.

So, how are you
today, em?

I'm a sunny day
at the beach.

You're a what?

A sunny day at the beach.

That sounds lovely.

So, it was a good
day at school?

I made a new friend.

Her name's Becca
and she's funny.

So it was a really good day?

Well, how would you like
a play date with Becca?

How about this Thursday?

Ask Becca
to ask her parents, okay?

Thanks, dad.

So, talking about kids,
you were in Amy's class.

Did you come up with
any kind of inspiration?

No. It's not
their fault, though.

They're all
great kids.

Darn them for all
being so well-adjusted.

Mm, well, you don't
necessarily have to

do your thesis
on a problem.

How about
friendship dynamics?

Or playground
hierarchy, or...?

I don't know.

Yeah, maybe.

There is this one girl,
Emily Williams.

She breaks my heart.

She's going
through so much.

Her mom passed away.

Amy said
it happened two years ago,

but you can tell
it's still raw.

So, you have
something in common.

My mom died
more than two years ago.

That's not what I meant.

Anyway, I don't think

that there's anything
to write about there.

Are you sure about that?

There's no inspiration?
No ideas?

Not an Avenue
I'm interested in exploring.

Hey, I was reading

those lit journals
outside your office

and I saw you got
published again.

That was just
a little article

on the Finnish origins
of the elven language

in tolkien's
lord of the rings.

So much nerd
just happened there.

Now, you can
tease me all you want.

I write about things
that have affected me.

You might
try it someday.

Frozen apple sauce!

Frozen apple sauce!

Come on, someone unfreeze me!

Emily! Come play with us.

I can't! I'm frozen.

Do you want to
have a play date?

On Thursday.

You can say no
if you don't want to.

I'd love to have a play date!

Have you been to
Jackson's ice cream shop?

I love Jackson's!

Me too.

I'll meet you
there at 4:00.

Wait! Unfreeze me
before you go!

You guys!

This is so unfair.

Guys?

Do you ever feel like

sisyphus pushing that Boulder
up a hill?

Let me guess.
Uh, you missed your bus?

Well, at least I'm consistent.

Um, so I have
a boundaries question.

Remember that little girl
I was telling you about?

Emily? She invited me
for a play date.

She was so, so sweet
I couldn't say no.

Is that kosher,

for a teacher's assistant

to go on a play date
with a student?

Why do you think
she asked you?

I think
she thinks I'm fun.

Well, then
I say do it.

Better hurry up.

I'm sure
you're late to class.

Like I said.
Consistent.

Are one of those two Becca?

No.

There she is!

Dad...

This is Becca.

Hi. I'm dad.

Uh, Emily's dad.

Nate.

Sorry. I'm Nate.

You were expecting
a nine-year-old.

I'm a t.A.
In Emily's class.

Oh, right.

What's your favorite flavor?

Mine is chocolate fudge.
Or bubble gum.

It's so hard
to decide.

I think the only safe choice
is to order them all

and get "the avalanche."

The avalanche is so big!

20 scoops,
but if we finish,

we get free hats.

Can I go on record and say
I think this is a bad idea?

That's not a "no,"
though... right?

One avalanche, please.

We have
an avalanche warning!

Yes!

It's the best day
of my life!

Okay, I have to focus,
if we want hats.

Do you know what happens
if we don't get hats?

Nothing.
We'll have an UN-hat day.

Which is just as fun
as a hat day, if you ask me,

because you don't need a hat
to have fun.

You do need a head, though,
and we have three of those,

so we're good.

You're weird.

Thank you.

So, how long
have you been a t.A.?

Since Monday.
So far, so good.

Teaching's
a noble profession.

I can see why
you'd want to do it.

Oh, I don't
want to be a teacher.

Okay. Then why are you
a teacher's assistant?

I thought that was
a stepping stone or something.

Yes. Just...
Not for me, I think.

I could use some help here.

Em, what's the best thing
that's happened to you today?

This avalanche.

What's the best non-ice cream
thing that's happened today?

Becca.

You might not
want to be a teacher,

but you certainly have a fan.

Actually...
I have a friend.

Yeah, dad. We're friends.

And maybe I will teach.
Who knows?

I'm just exploring
career choices

while I finish my master's.

What's your major?

That's actually
a loaded question.

My first major
was English lit.

Really? That
was my wife's major.

She, uh,
she loved Shakespeare.

She had good taste.

"Nothing is either good or bad,
but thinking makes it so."

That one bounces
around my head a lot.

Which is ironic,
because he's saying

"don't think so much."

Sorry to ramble.
It's just...

I wish we still
used language like that.

Wow.

I'm impressed.
You're a font of information.

Oh, I'm 30
and still in college.

I've turned thinking
into a career.

Nothing wrong
with that.

Mm. Tell that
to my advisor.

You know, life
makes hard choices for us.

I say we just have
as much fun as we can right now.

Right, em?

As much fun as we can
right now.

You know, she's so quiet,

most people
don't know how to talk to her.

But I don't know,
she-- she lights up

when she's around you.

You've got a good kid there.

Well, it
wasn't all me.

Honestly, I'm just
trying not to undo

all the good
that her mom did.

But you're really
good with her.

Well, this is the most fun
play date I've ever had.

So you go on
a lot of play dates?

No. This was
my first one, actually.

Then how do you know
it was a good one?

I think sometimes
you just know.

Well...

You're a pro,
at play dates.

Thanks.

Um, I gotta get
Emily home now,

but she had
a fantastic time.

Oh. I meant to ask you
about the French thing.

It was really cute.

Yeah, Emily's mother
was French,

and we wanted to raise her
bilingual,

so I try to speak French to her
as much as I can.

I think Maggie would've
wanted it that way.

Em loves it,

because it's like
our own secret language.

But, uh...

Thanks...

Becca.

H-e-l...

"P"-- oh, man.

"P." that's "peppers."

Double-time!

Em!

Do you want a turn?

No?

Okay.

All right,
let's try that again.

H-e...

Daddy!

Daddy!

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

I'm right here.

You okay?

You were gone.

Daddy's never gonna leave you.
It was just a nightmare.

You're okay.

Nate?

Hey. Hi.

Becca?

What are you--?

I'm designing
an interactive map

for the school website.

Have you been here before?

I could show you around.
If you're designing a map,

you probably know
where everything is already,

stop me
if I'm rambling.

I just...
The words keep coming out.

I have no control.
Just... words.

A-Aren't you late?

Why would you think I was late?

You were running so fast
to class,

that you haven't
caught your breath yet.

Oh. That.

No, uh...

I was just doing my cardio.

I've got lots of time.

I had fun
the other night.

So did we.

You're all
Emily's talked about.

I haven't seen her
that animated since...

It's been
a really long time.

Want to check out
the art walk?

Yeah.

The worst thing
about being an art major

is analyzing art.

Art should be experienced.

Not analyzed.

Thought you were
an English major?

My first major
was English.

My second was art.

But studying painting
took the fun out of it.

Emily gets
super-serious

about her painting.

I see myself in that
and it scares me a little.

When i'm, like,
on a deadline,

I forget to enjoy

the fact that I get
to draw maps for work.

I mean,
how awesome is that?

I feel like em sees me
get super-serious about it,

and she mimics me.

I want to say
"don't forget to have fun,"

without sounding
like such a dad.

That's the right kind of dad
to sound like.

Thanks.

So...

Were you a "map major"?

Is that a thing?

No, uh, geography.
But I loved art.

When I was a kid,

I would draw these
alternate universes

of labyrinths and maps--
I was obsessed.

I didn't think I'd get to
do it for a living, but...

Those were my first maps.

Sounds like you found
a way to keep the joy in it.

Yeah. I guess so.

I gotta go.

I really was late
when I was running past you

like a crazy person.

Yeah, well, um...

Would you like to play
miniature golf tomorrow?

Emily would love
to see you again.

Another play date?

Yeah.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Sounds good.

Okay.

That's your fifth hole-in-one!

That's it?

I knew I should've
been worried

when the cashier
knew you by name.

Don't be a sore loser, dad!

Becca can't help it
if she's amazing.

Mm. You hear that?

I'm amazing.

I can still make
an epic comeback.

Oh, please. I could beat you
with my eyes closed.

Time to get serious.

Oh, so you were
"letting" us take a lead,

and now you're finally gonna
bring it on hole number 16?

Possibly.

You can do it, dad.

You can do it!

Or not.

Careful.

Do you see it?

Well, um... that's
a water penalty,

so you might as well
surrender now.

I never surrender.

I can't tell you

how good this has
been for Emily.

The kids in her class
have talked about her silence.

Talked,
or teased?

You know
how kids are.

If they don't
understand something,

they can be mean.

Well...
Not all kids.

Emily started withdrawing

when her mom was diagnosed
with leukemia.

Em was six.

She didn't
understand,

but she knew
it was bad.

That's so hard.

After Maggie died,

I took em to a counselor,

but he didn't give
her tools needed

to deal
with her grief.

I've tried to find
other counselors,

but she stopped talking.

Just shut down.

You want some nachos?

It doesn't feel like
the right moment

to be chomping
on nachos.

I have a hard time
talking about this,

so might be easier

if there was chips
crunched in the background.

Then let the, uh,

inappropriate
chip-crunching begin.

What worries me the most

is I haven't seen Emily cry
since she lost her mom.

I got a hole-in-one
in the wishing well!

Think you can
do it again?

Let's try together.

Miss Howard. How's
your thesis coming?

My thesis?

Yes. The one
you were supposed to

turn in an abstract
for last week.

Oh. That one.

Uh, it's... coming.

Oh, so you have
a topic?

No, but I think I might
be onto something.

I'm formulating.

"Formulating."

"Form-u-lat-ing."

You sure that's not French
for "procrastinating"?

Pretty sure.

Uh, I'm running
late, though.

Ready for
some galactic fun?

Can't you come with us, dad?

We talked about this, honey.

I'd love to come,
but I have to work today.

You'll have
a lot of fun with Becca.

She's your friend.

Sorry, this deadline
crept up on me.

Thanks for stepping in
at the last minute like this.

I'll have her back
in a few hours.

Ready?

Five... four...

Three... two...

One.

Why do you think
saturn has rings,

but the earth doesn't?

Maybe saturn felt like
it wasn't pretty enough,

so it decided to accessorize,

but the earth is beautiful
just the way it is.

Do you really
think that?

Sure.
Everyone knows

that too much bling
can ruin a look.

Come on.
Next exhibit.

Is that
a new planet?

It's in
a different galaxy.

A galaxy no one on earth
has discovered yet.

I love that.

I'm painting the galaxy
your planet's in.

You know,
if you discover a new planet,

you get to name it.

How about...

"Bectune"?

I like it.

Or maybe...

"Bupitur."

"Bupitur"
is unique.

And I like
unique.

I now pronounce this planet

"bupitur of
the emdromeda galaxy."

Emdromeda? Cool!

Let's check out
the hidden wonders exhibit.

I'll get us headphones.

Hi. Two, please.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Emily?

Emily?

Emily!

Becca?

Excuse me?

Did you see the little girl
that was just with me?

Emily?

Has anyone seen the little girl
who was with me?

She's this tall--

Becca!

Becca!

Have you seen
a little girl?

She was with me earlier?
Long blonde hair?

You have to find her.
You have to help me find her.

You have to find her.

Becca?

Emily!

Becca!

Okay. There you go.

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

Did anything happen?

I didn't know
where you were.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

I didn't know
where you were either.

But we found each other.

How do you feel?

I'm a balloon
with no air in it.

I'm so sorry.

She okay?

Yeah, she's fine.
She just had a full few hours.

Do you want to stay
for some coffee?

I just made a fresh pot.

I lost Emily.

What?

At the planetarium.

We were walking
to an exhibit,

and I turned around
for, like, a second,

and she was gone

and she was only
out of my sight

for, like,
a few minutes.

Nothing bad happened,
besides the losing-her thing--

that's obviously bad.

You want to know how many times
I've lost Emily?

Five times.

Five.

Kids,
they wander off.

They're small,
they're wily,

they disappear,
I...

What matters is
that you found her.

Um... maybe you shouldn't

give me that much
responsibility.

You know, my track record there
isn't stellar.

You're being
way too hard on yourself.

She's fine.
You're fine.

We're good.

I should go.

Have a good night.

I couldn't find Becca.

Yeah. She told me.

But it's okay.

You're home,

and Becca's really sorry
she couldn't find you.

I don't like it
when people disappear.

I don't like it either.

You won't
disappear...

Will you, daddy?

No.

Not a chance.

I'm your fixed point, em.
I'm not going anywhere.

Come here.

Maybe child psychology

isn't the right
field for me.

What if I emotionally
traumatized Emily

by losing her?

You are overreacting.

No! Damage done
in your formative years

lasts a lifetime.

That's way
too much pressure.

I shouldn't be allowed
to work with kids.

Would you stop it?

I am not gonna let
you quit again.

You're
a psychology major

and you're
sticking with it.

You show real aptitude
for this kind of work.

Whether you want to see it
or not

doesn't make any difference,
I see it,

and I am not going to allow you
to backslide anymore.

You're going forward
from this point.

Am I clear?

When did you get so mean?

When I met you.

You're nothing
if not challenging.

You're late to class?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm so glad
you're here!

I'm dying to know

what you're so excited
to do at the mall.

Don't look at me.

This was Emily's idea.

She wanted
to surprise you.

Dad...

You wait here.

We'll get you
when we're ready.

Let's get
a pretty "Princess" makeover.

You don't need
a makeover.

You are perfect
just the way you are.

But I really
want one. Please?

Please?

Okay, you're too young
to understand this,

but makeovers are
a cultural construct of beauty

used by our
patriarchal society

to keep women
in subservient roles.

My mom always said
beauty's on the inside,

but it's always fun
to make your outside sparkle.

Oh. Okay.

But why wouldn't
you want your dad to come in?

Because I don't want
to do this with dad.

Then it's time to sparkle.

I had no idea
it would be so much fun

to be a pretty
pink Princess.

Em? Where'd you get that?

Took it without asking.

You stole it?
From here in the mall?

No!

I took it
from my dad's closet.

It's my mom's
favorite necklace.

Oh... I see.

He says
I'm not old enough

to have it yet,

but I won't lose it...
I promise.

Will you tell him?

I think
you should tell him.

But he'll be mad
I took it.

If you're old enough
to wear it,

you're old enough to tell
him that you took it.

Don't you agree?

I love your dress!

Thank you!
Yours looks beautiful, too.

Thank you!
Your crown is actually made--

hello?

Come in.

Well, I did not know
royalty was in town.

And at the mall,
no less.

I have to
show you something.

You went
into my closet

and took this
without asking?

We've talked about this, em.

I know, but, it's just...

Emily, can I talk
to your dad for a second?

Don't you think
that took bravery,

for her to tell you
that she took it?

I mean, I know I'm not
an expert in parenting,

but it's hard to admit
when you did something wrong.

Maybe we should ask her
why she took it.

Sometimes, the "whys"
are more important than the how.

Don't you think, Nate?

Emily, you can come back now.

Why did you take this?

Why didn't you ask me first?

I tried to ask.

It's just...

I was afraid you'd say no,

and I thought about it a lot...

And I'm ready to wear it.

Em, I want you to know
you can always talk to me.

You should never have to be
afraid to ask me anything,

okay, sweetie?

I think you are
old enough to wear it.

And... you're gonna
take really good care of it.

Thank you!

Well... you knew
exactly how to handle that.

How did you know
how to do that so well?

I know how
kids think, I guess.

Do you deal with
a lot of kids

at the royal castle?

You may bow, my liege.

Can I take Becca
on a house tour?

Shouldn't
we help your dad cook?

No, go.

No, I can take
care of the cooking.

Okay.

This is where
I do my paintings...

And these are
my paint brushes,

and this is
my dad's room.

And this is mine!
Come on!

That's my bed

and this is
my favorite comforter.

Oh, and my dad
made these paintings.

And...
That's my library.

Do you want to
borrow a book?

Is this your mom?

This one's my favorite.

Are you okay, em?

Oh, I shouldn't have
asked how you are.

We're beyond
that boring question.

What are you reading?

The velveteen rabbit?

I remember that book
from when I was little.

Can I?

Okay.

"Weeks passed,

"and the little rabbit
grew very old and shabby,

"but the boy loved him
just as much.

"He loved him so hard,

"that he loved
all of his whiskers off,

"and the pink lining
to his ears turned gray,

"and his brown spots faded.

"He even began
to lose his shape,

"and he scarcely looked
like a rabbit anymore,

"except to the boy.

"To him,
he was always beautiful,

"and that was all
the little rabbit cared about.

"He didn't mind
how he looked to other people,

"because the nursery magic
had made him real,

"and when you are real...
Shabbiness doesn't matter.

"And then, one day...
The boy was ill.

"His face grew very flushed,

"and he talked in his sleep,

"and his little body was so hot,

"that it burned the rabbit
when he held him close.

"Strange people came
and went in the nursery,

"and a light burned all night...

"And through it all,

"the little velveteen rabbit
lay there,

"hidden from sight,
under the bedclothes,

"and he never stirred...

"For he was afraid,

"if they found him...

"Someone might take him away,

and he knew
that the boy needed him."

Becca, are you okay?

My mom...

Read this to me
when I was little.

I guess
she was getting me ready,

but I didn't realize it.

I lost my mom...
Like you did.

And I miss her.

I miss her a lot.

Sometimes, it-- it hits me
when I'm not expecting it,

and... I get sad.

Like right now?

You're sad?

Yeah.

But it's okay to be sad.

It is?

Absolutely.

You can borrow
the velveteen rabbit,

if you want.

No.

I think
you should keep it.

Is that
your normal dinner?

Uh, lately, yes.
School has me busy.

That's not entirely true.

I am busy,

but the "top ramen" thing
is really just a bad habit.

It's easy...

And I like easy.

You know what--
you know what I mean.

Top ramen is
a low-cost investment meal.

My gram and pop
have a cool cabin.

We're going there
this weekend.

That sounds like fun.

You should come, too.
Can she, dad?

Um...

A weekend's a... a weekend's
a pretty big commitment, Emily.

Becca already said
how busy she was.

That's right,
I did say that.

Aww, but we'd have so much fun.

You can be UN-busy
for two days, right?

You make a compelling argument.

Okay.

If Becca doesn't think
she's too busy,

she's more than welcome.

Yes!

Emily is out like a light.

She had a big day.

This has been nice.

What's nice is finally having
an adult to talk with.

It's refreshing.

I hope you don't mean me.

Adult's a scary word.

I spend so much time
working alone, or with em,

so this is...

Nice?

Right. It's nice.

How many more times
do you think

we can say "nice"?

At least a dozen.

So, about the cabin.

I don't want to impose
on your family time.

No, you're not.

Besides, my parents
will be thrilled

to see how well
em's doing.

That's all
because of you.

So this kinda
feels like a date.

Oh! But it's not.
Ha, obviously.

I mean, why... why
would it be a date?

You and I... dating?

I didn't mean to imply that--

...dating you
would be-- be bad,

it wouldn't.

Dating you
would be...

"Nice"?

Nice.

Exactly.

I'm a pro
at first dates.

It's the ones
that come after

that are tricky.

What's, uh,
tricky about them?

Well, you
eventually realize

you're in
a relationship,

and relationships
aren't my strong suit,

so my expiration date
is typically six months.

Why is that?

You don't have to
tell me that.

No, I think
I'm afraid of commitment,

because...

Life is so unpredictable.

You never know
what's going to happen.

Yeah, but that person we meet,

that makes the unpredictable
less scary...

Like what I had with Maggie...

...that makes it all worth it.

Do you think that...

You could have that
with someone again?

Hmm. Honestly, I don't know.

I hope so.

I think she'd want me
to find someone.

Daddy! Daddy!

It's okay, baby.
It was just a nightmare.

I'm right here.

Sorry.

No. Don't be.

I should go.
Thanks again for dinner.

You're not gonna
want to hear this,

but you have to--

you've got to start
your thesis, Becca!

-You're too indecisive!
-I started.

No, you have been indecisive
ever since we met.

I chose my topic.

You have to
choo-- what?

Did you--
you've chosen a topic?

I'm gonna write about
how kids deal with grief,

and how adults fail them

by not giving them
the proper tools

to process their emotions.

When Nate told me that Emily
hadn't cried since her mom died,

I started thinking--

how many kids have trouble
accessing their emotions

when they go through
something traumatic?

We need to find better ways
to talk to those kids.

It's incredible to see
how much Emily has changed

since we started hanging out,

how much she's grown
and come out of her shell...

I'm really having fun
hanging out with her.

I've also noticed

you've been spending a lot of
time with Nate, too. It's...

I make an impassioned speech,
and that's what you get from it?

I'm just making an observation.

I thought you'd be happy

that I finally chose
something to write about.

Oh, I am, I just
want you to be careful

not to get, you know,
too close to the situation.

I'm not too close.

What does that
even mean anyway?

What I'm saying is,
you have to stay focused

on what's really important
right now.

You know, and that is
finishing your thesis

graduating finally,

and not wasting your time

flirting with some guy
you just met.

Stop. If I was a man,
you wouldn't even

start that sentence,
so don't bother finishing it.

Becca!

I can flirt
with whoever I want,

and finish my thesis,
I assure you.

Well, I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to imply
you were being unprofessional.

You didn't imply it,
you said it.

Yeah, you're right.

That was uncalled for.

I just want you
to succeed.

In everything.

That's all.

I know.

It's okay, I'm not mad...

...much.

But I have to go
work on my paper, so...

I'll call you in a few days.

Okay.

I was just talking about you.

I mean, thinking about you.
I mean... what?

Hello. Hi, Nate.

Hey, Becca.

Hey, Nate.

I said that already.

You can say it again
if you want.

Two times is charming,

three times
is a little weird.

Well, you know,
when we met at Jackson's,

Emily said you were weird.

She was so right.

So, how's em?

Well, when we got home today,
she put on her Princess dress.

You know, she, uh,

really liked having you over.

I liked being over.

Uh, that reminds me--
you left your jacket over here.

Um, so...

If you like,
I could drop it off, um...

In case you needed it?

You think
I might need it urgently?

Well, I just didn't
want you to get cold

and find yourself
in a jacketless situation.

True.

You could bring it over.

I could cook you dinner,

just give me an hour.

Okay. Sounds good.
See you then.

I invited Nate over.
He's on his way now.

What's wrong with me?

My place is a mess!

My place can't be a mess,

because then he'll
think I'm a mess!

This is a disaster.

Calm down!
This is great.

I also told him
I'd cook for him.

But you can't cook.

I was in the moment!
It just came out.

It's okay,
you can do this.

Can I just ask--

you've never cared what
your place looked like before.

Why do you
care now?

I dated boys before.
Nate's a man.

He needs a woman
with a woman's apartment,

and a woman who can cook.

Why am I not
cooking yet?

When I said "why am I
not cooking yet,"

I meant, "why aren't you
cooking yet?" Come on!

You came
just in time.

I was starting
to get really cold.

I knew there was
an urgent jacket situation.

Here.

Thanks.

This looks amazing.

Did you make this
yourself?

I may have had some help
from my upstairs neighbor.

And by "help," I mean,

she may have made
the entire thing.

But I did
supply the dish.

Dish selection

is the most important
part of a good meal.

Do you notice that all
we do together is eat?

I feel like we're in
a Julia child movie.

Is there something else
you'd rather be doing with me?

That's a loaded question.

I meant, um...

We could go to a...
A movie.

Not tonight,
obviously,

but we could
make some plans.

Yeah. Plans...
Plans would be good.

Yeah.

So you're saying

you want to
make some plans?

Definitely. Yeah.

Okay.

Do you ever feel stuck?

Like you can...

See yourself moving forward,

you just don't know how
to take that first step?

Every single day
of my life.

Me too.

Really?

I would've thought

first steps would be
easy for mapmakers.

Isn't that what maps
are all about?

Charting the unknown?

I can draw a map
for someone else, no problem.

Just not myself.

Because you're standing
in the middle of it.

You need to
take a step out

so you know
where you want to go.

Maybe you're right.

I've been stuck
in the same spot

for a long time.

Seems like maybe you are, too.

In a way.

I have to relieve
the, um, babysitter.

Right. Um, ahem.
Of course.

Um...

Well, uh...

Tell Emily I said hi.

Okay.

* cinderella

* broke her umbrella

* stuck in the rain

* on the way to Coachella

* looked for a taxi
she could take *

* how many left her
in their wake? *

one! Two! Three! Four!

Who's next?

Em, wanna try?

Go for it, em!

* cinderella
broke her umbrella *

you did so well.
You tried!

Can I go back to
the classroom and draw?

You don't want
to try again?

Okay.

I'll see you
after school,

when we go
to your cabin.

Hi!

Come here, you!

Gram!

I missed you!

Hey.

Hey. How are you two?

Good to see you guys.

Becca, these are
my parents, Chuck and essie.

Oh, please, call us
"gram" and "pop."

That's what we became as soon
as this little one was born.

And of all the names
I've been called in my life,

I'd say "gram"
was by far my favorite.

Let me help you
with that bag.

Oh, it's fine. I can--
I can get it.

No one who makes
my Emily so happy

ever has to carry
their own bag.

Well, come on.

So, what's your
card game of choice?

Oh, and it gets cold at night,
but I have lots of sweaters.

Do you have allergies?
I'm allergic to everything.

Freshly squeezed.

-Oh, thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Emily?
-Yes?

Come here. I baked
your favorite cookies,

and you can have
one before dinner.

-Yes!
-Off you go.

So, Becca...

Come in! Sit down.

So, where
are you from?

Are you close
to your family,

or...?

Can she get settled

before you make her
the cover story, ma?

Don't make fun of your mother.

I don't mind questions.

Um, I was born in L.A.
and raised by my grandparents.

They're in Florida now,

and then I moved
up to San Fran for school.

Oh! Where
were your parents?

Well, my dad was never
in the picture,

and my mom passed away
when I was seven.

We're sorry
to hear that, Becca.

Becca!

Want to see gram and pop's
board games?

They have every game ever!

And want to look
for shooting stars tonight?

You can see so many more stars
here than in the city.

I am so down for that.

And gram,
did you know

that on a clear, moonless night,
you can see

up to 10,000 stars
in the sky?

And you can see
the five brightest planets.

-Cool, right?
-Yes.

We learned that
at the planetarium.

I'm impressed.

Emily is so much
more talkative

than when
we last saw her.

She lights up around Becca.

For the first time
since Maggie died,

I think
Emily's gonna be okay.

Yeah.

I think so, too.

And you will
be staying in here.

You sure you don't mind
giving up your room?

Oh, I've been
too tall for this bed

since my growth
spurt at 17.

We had the same taste
when we were teenagers.

Garpis so good.

Yeah, but Owen meany
was the best.

Obviously.

Oh! Something
I want to show you.

This is one
of my early sketchbooks.

Oh! The mazes
you were telling me about.

Wow! You really were obsessive.

You might not be able
to find an exit, though.

Most of the mazes I drew
back then led to dead ends.

Oh. Even without exits,
they're beautiful.

So do you
have a two?

No. Go fish.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, you guys?

We're gonna walk off
some of that dinner.

We'll be
back by 9:00.

Prime
star-watching time.

What if there aren't
any shooting stars

for us to see?

Then we'll look for
some constellations.

I promise, we'll
find some good ones.

I think it's your turn.

Oh, right! Yeah.
Do you have any tens?

No. Go fish.

So why would a pirate
come all the way out here

to Bury treasure?

I didn't say
it was logical.

I was a kid.

It was after
I had Emily,

I realized how unique
kid logic is.

Sounds like you were
a pretty sweet kid.

I never found
any treasure, though.

So what
are you saying?

You want to keep
looking for it?

Is that what
you want to do?

You're not gonna let me
live this down, are you?

Hey, if there's
pirate treasure,

I want in on it.

Emily should be
in on it, too.

We could split it
three ways.

Let me show you
something.

* I think the universe
is on my side *

* heaven and earth
have finally aligned *

* days are good

* and that's the way
it should be *

it's beautiful.

* you sprinkle star dust
on my pillow case *

* it's like a moonbeam
brushed across my face *

* nights are good

* and that's the way
it should be *

* you make me sing

* oh, la, la, la

* you make a girl go
oh, oh *

* I'm in love, love

* did you see
that shooting star tonight? *

pretty good, huh?

It's your turn, em.

* did you and Jupiter
conspire to get me? *

can you blame me

for how much time
I want to spent out here?

* 'cause now I'm shining

look at that.

* bright
so bright *

it's beautiful.

* bright
so bright *

it really is.

* and I see colors
in a different way *

* you make what doesn't matter
fade to gray *

* life is good

this was so much better
that the ear kiss.

* and that's the way
it should be *

I just have to be careful
not to move too fast.

I don't want to confuse Emily,

so if--

how long have
we been here?

It's probably 9:30.

Star-
watching with em!

I'm so late.

* did you see
that shooting star tonight? *

* were you dazzled

I'm so sorry, em!

I didn't mean it, really.

I just lost
track of time.

Come on.

I was just talking
with your dad.

It's my fault
we're late, kiddo.

It's both our faults.

We just needed
a little adult time.

She's my friend, dad.

I should
go talk to her.

No. It's me
she's mad at.

I'm such an idiot.

What do you mean?

Em was doing
so well with you,

and I just thought she'd
be okay with you and I,

but I have to stop
thinking like that,

because it's not just me...

It's me and her.

Maybe we should stop
seeing each other for awhile

after this weekend.

Em's your number-one.

You should
go check on her.

You ready for
a great day at school?

Do you want to talk about
what happened at the cabin?

No.

Do you want to play some
frozen apple sauce, em?

No, thanks.

Are you giving up
that easily?

I thought we had
extra stomachs

for dessert.

That's cows, dad.
We're not cows.

Yeah, that's true.
Okay...

I surrender.

Defeated
by the avalanche.

Do you still miss her?

Your mom?

Every day.

Me too.

Sometimes, I forget
she's gone

and then
it hurts again

when I remember.

Hey.

She's in our hearts
forever.

You know that, right?

I miss Becca, too.

You're not still mad
she missed out

on star-watching
with you?

She said she's sorry.

You know, I'm sorry, too.

You were right.
Becca's your friend.

I know how much you like her.

You like her, too.

That's true.

She can be both our friends.

Is that what you'd like?

Can we invite her over
after school tomorrow?

Will you call her?

Right now?

Of course. I'll see
if she can join us

for dinner
tomorrow night.

Okay. So I know we missed out
on looking for shooting stars,

and I wanted
to make up for that,

and... I found a few
in your room.

You can open your eyes now.

I don't see anything.

Just because
you don't see it,

doesn't mean it's not there.

Wow.

This is amazing.

Wow...

When you go
to sleep at night,

when you miss your mom,

I want you to picture her
in these stars,

smiling down on you,

because
she is always there,

watching out for you,

even if
you can't see her.

Thank you, Becca.

So we're okay?

Hey.

So now that I have
my daughter's approval,

I'm calling
to officially ask you out.

This is Nate,
by the way.

Like I have

so many other guys
calling to ask me out.

You're a smart,
funny, attractive, woman.

I'm sure college guys
are lining up to ask you out.

I've dated enough college guys

to know I am done
with college guys.

Wait. I'm-- I'm sorry,
so you're saying

you don't want to go
to the frat party

at pi beta kappa gamma
sigma delta omega tonight?

Was that every Greek letter
that you know?

Basically, yeah.

Um...

Nate, I'd love
to go out with you

tonight, but--

no-no-no-no-no.
Don't, don't.

Don't say "but."
Say...

"Yes."
but's my least-favorite word.

Yes.

Okay. Sounds good.

Pick you up at 8:00.

You look like a dad!

You look like my principal.

Be good for
the babysitter, okay?

Okay.

Well?

I love it.

It's fun, yet classy.

Sexy and respectable.

Flirty, yet fun.

I know I said
"fun" twice,

but that's
because it is.

Okay, I think I can
live with that.

You've already gone out
with Nate a few times.

Why are you nervous?

I don't know.

I've already
met his parents.

His daughter
approves of me.

I just feel like now
it actually means something.

I can't believe you brought me
back here for a rematch.

Because
you hustled me.

I didn't know you were

a professional
miniature golfer.

So I decided
to level the playing field.

You said you could
beat me blindfolded.

So...

Okay. I'm game.

Put it on me.

All right.

That too tight?

No, that's good.

-All right?
-Okay.

-Can you see? No?
-No.

Here we go.

Turn the club.

-All set?
-There you go.

You've got to
be kidding me.

You have to be kidding me!

What happened?

You made a hole-in-one, blind!

This was your idea!

What--

what, are you trying
to punish me?

You like it.

Okay.

Just don't lead me
into any ponds.

I'm not making
any promises.

Here goes nothing.

Wow.

On time again to class?

Third time this week,
miss Howard.

This surely must be
a sign of end times.

No, sir.
Just a validation

of your mad teaching skills.

I see your brown-nosing
has improved as well.

It's not brown-nosing
if it's true.

Perhaps.

I'm happy to see you
applying yourself because--

I'm not sure
I should finish that thought,

I don't want it
to go to your head.

Take the risk.
Finish the thought.

When you apply yourself,

you're one of my brightest
students, Becca.

I'm really happy to see you
taking it this seriously.

So...

Go back to work.

I hope you have
a good day, sweetheart.

Okay, dad.

All right. Bye.

Five... four...

Three... two...

One....

Peaches, pears and plums!

Tell me
when your birthday comes!

January, February...

Hey, em,
it's past your bedtime.

Why don't you
put on your pajamas?

Aww! But we're having
so much fun.

Can't I stay up a little later?

I think I gave you
that answer 30 minutes ago.

Now it's really time.

This has been
really nice.

Hanging out
with the two of you.

Yeah, almost feels
like we're...

Um, there is something

I wanted to
talk with you about.

You told me that...

Six months was

your relationship
expiration date.

I did say that.

I understand.

I get that, I do.

But I like you, Becca--

I like you, too.

And your expiration date
scares me.

Because I can't do this

if I think you might
run in six months.

I-I'm-- I don't mean
to put any pressure on you,

but this is bigger
than you and me.

I have to think
about Emily.

So I need to know
if you think

you may run away for no reason
six months from now.

Will you tuck me in, Becca?

To be continued. Go.

Okay. All tucked in.

You comfy?

Are you?

Kind of.

You're my best
friend, Becca.

Ditto, kiddo.

Move over.

I thought
about what you said.

What is this?

You've been using Emily.

You've...

Boiled her down

into scientific terms
and psychobabble.

No. You don't understand.

"The psychological effects
of losing a parent."

This is all Emily's been to you,
the whole time?

A test subject?

No. You don't
understand.

I... I would never do
anything to hurt Emily.

If you just
read the rest of it--

I've read enough.

Nate, please--

if it only had been me
you lied to,

that would be one thing,
but you lied to Emily.

That's the part
that hurts.

Let me explain.

I don't want your
explanations, Becca.

I want you to leave me
and my daughter alone.

Nate, no, listen!
I want this.

I want us.
I want all of it.

I'm not going to run.

How do you expect me to believe
anything you say,

after you write something
like this behind my back?

Behind my daughter's back?

Please.

Did you hear us fighting?

Why are you mad at Becca?

Because I just found out
that she's...

Uh, em, she's like a...
Doctor.

Um...

She wanted to help you,
and that's good...

But she didn't tell the truth
about some things.

I'm really sorry, em.

I ruined everything.

I'm sure
that's not true.

No. No, it is.

I finally found something
that really mattered...

And I ruined it.

I ruin everything, Amber.

"Weeks passed,

"and the little rabbit
grew very old and shabby,

"but the boy loved him
just as much.

"He loved him so hard,

"that he loved
all his whiskers off,

"and the pink lining
to his ears turned gray,

and his brown spots faded."

I'm so sorry.

I did not mean to upset you, em.

It's okay to be sad.

Now can I please be alone?

I can't talk anymore, Amber.

I'm all talked out.

Breaking and entering
is a felony.

Your friend, Amber, let me in.

I don't want to
do this right now.

I read your thesis, Becca.
It's brilliant!

You're really gonna floor people
with this presentation.

No, I'm not. I'm quitting.

No. No, no, no, no, no.
I won't allow it.

It's not up to you.

Oh, really?

You know, I have...

I have been there
for your English degree,

I've been there
for your art degree,

I've been there
through it all,

and I have watched you
find yourself,

by working
with this little girl.

You're wrong.

All I did was hurt everyone.

No. Mm-mm.

This is what you're supposed
to do in your life, Becca.

This is where
you make your Mark.

This is where you grow up...

...and be what
you were supposed to be--

the person you already are.

Nate thinks
I was studying Emily.

And now he hates me.

No, you might be
a lot of things, Becca,

but you're not a coward.

You know what Mark twain said?

"Courage
is not the lack of fear,

it's acting in spite of it."

Or something like that.

I am so proud
of what you wrote...

And I am proud of you.

And you should be, too.

Well, I am, um,

I'm looking forward
to your presentation, Becca.

Promise me
you'll at least think about it.

Mr. Williams?

I'm Walt Godfrey.

Godfrey?

My niece, Amy,
is Emily's teacher,

and I am
Becca's college advisor.

I'm not interested in anything
you have to say, Mr. Godfrey.

You see, I think

you've got it all wrong,
Mr. Williams.

I think you should
give Becca a chance,

let her explain.

I don't want explanations.

Oh, I think
you do,

because I think
that you love your daughter

more than anything in the world,

and Becca has helped Emily,

and Emily has helped Becca
more than you'll ever know,

and now Becca is presenting
what she has learned tomorrow

in front of
the thesis committee,

and I think...
You should hear her out.

And I think you
should bring Emily.

Here. See this?

It's a drawing
that your daughter did.

Not because
she was asked to,

but because she wanted to.

Nice to meet you.

You have
a beautiful garden.

Thank you for coming.

My research centers around

"the psychological effects
of losing a parent."

I studied a shy girl
who lost her mom

and then stopped talking,

a girl who shut herself off
from the world.

The idea of "losing" someone

is so much more complicated
than the word implies.

You lose your keys,
you lose a quarter,

you don't lose a person.

It just makes death
sound so trivial.

But it's one of those things

that never gets easy
to talk about,

especially
if you're a 9-year-old girl,

who doesn't want to accept
that kind of permanence.

A girl who--

A girl who...

Go on.

The girl in my study,

my subject...

Was me.

I never got over the death
of my mom.

I never grew up.

I always thought that...

Growing up meant i--
I had to let go,

and I couldn't do that.

So I just focused
on having fun...

But when you focus on fun,

you never end up
finishing anything,

and then, after a while,

it feels like your life
is floating past you.

But then
I met a friend named Emily,

who also lost her mom.

She's going through
some of some of the same things

I went through
when I was her age,

but she has the kind of
support system I never had.

She's surrounded
by people who love her,

which doesn't
make her journey any easier.

But one thing
our friendship has shown me

is that she's gonna
get through this.

I've taught her how to have fun,

and, ironically, she taught me
how to be an adult,

because she's wiser at nine
than I've ever been.

Part of growing up

means learning how to
take care of yourself.

I know how to do that now.

Excuse me!

Can we ask questions?

Questions are normally
reserved for the end,

but... go for it.

I miss you,

you're my best friend...

And I was just wondering...

Can we have
another play date?

We can have
as many play dates as you want,

as long as
it's okay with your dad.

It's okay by me.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

I'm proud of you, girl.

You know what
the operative word is?

Bye.

Greatest thesis
presentation ever!

-See you later.
-Seeya.

Well...

Okay, well, if
we're gonna do this,

we have to be totally
and completely honest,

and I have one last
confession to make.

Je parle francais.

I'm totally fluent.

So I knew when you guys
were talking about me,

I knew what
you were saying,

and I thought
it was really cute.

So many degrees.

Should've known
one would be French.

No, actually.

"Rosetta stone."

You did really good!

You think so?

Anyone up for a play date?

Ice cream?

-Fine.
-Yes!