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- Finally got you alone.

- Are you zooming in on me?

- What? No.

- Peter, I can see you.

- Come on, I would never.

- Why did we even hire a videographer

if you were just gonna do it yourself?

- Well, you better get used to it.

You're stuck with me.

- I am?

- Yeah, unfortunately.

We just got married.

- We did?

- Yes. - That's terrible.

- I know.

- Is there any way to take it back?

- I don't think so.

Stop, stop.

- Hey, there's that handsome face.

- Yeah, right?

Get a good luck while you can.

- Where you going?

- No, I'm taking off after this.

- Okay, cool. It's fine.

- You're not so bad yourself, you know.

- Really?

- I love you to the moon and back.

You know that, right?

- Say it again.

- To the moon and back and back and back.

- That'll do.

- That'll do.

- Ah, ha ha!

And so here he is.

My very own, Mr. Hitchcock.

- Oh it's Alfred to you, please.

- I'm so sorry.

- That's okay.

- Tell us how you proceed.

- It's a complicated processes.

It all starts here,

and sadly I can't reveal any of it to you.

- Ah, ah, ah!

- Hi, baby.

- We can't wait to meet you.

You're gonna look back on this

and be astonished about how attractive your parents are.

- Yeah.

Right, look at this.

- This is the perfect angle for us.

- Nice to meet you.

- We're so proud of you.

- Say hi, daddy.

- Oh, wow.

Hey, it looks just like me.

Maybe that's my lack of sleep here.

What in the world am I?

Ah, that's the great puzzle.

- Daddy said we're gonna get a big house.

- And?

- And?

What else are we gonna have in the house?

- A movie theater!

- Yes, good idea.

- And popcorn.

- The biggest there is, definitely. Definitely.

- Definitely popcorn, and we can find

the best spot in the house

every night, and hold hands.

- And eat popcorn.

- Yes.

You're flying!

Yes, we will definitely have popcorn,

and we will hold hands until our fingers

get all wrinkly and old.

- That's why you're never leaving the house.

- Dad, no filming.

- Okay, okay. I'm turning it off.

- You're so annoying, you know that?

- That's my job.

- You're really good at it.

- I know. Good night, Ladybug.

- Night, Dad.

- Ah, get up there. Go on.

- Again, again.

- Another spin,

and then, whoop.

- Ah.

- Oh my God, Dad!

Dad?

- Hey.

Ready?

- Mom!

I told you not to pack my stuff.

This is a new low, Mom.

Even for you.

- On my shift today, I had to feed an old woman,

spoonfeed an old woman mashed peas,

and do you know what she did?

- What?

- She yelled at me, she cussed me out

and then she spit them out in my face.

And you know what I thought?

Wow, this feels like just another day at home with Lydia.

- That's incredibly rude. - And do you know what I did?

- What?

- I took care of it, just like I do with you.

- Look, just because I don't wanna move

doesn't mean that I--

- It's not your choice, Lydia. Neither were the mashed peas.

Now, you can either work with me on this,

or I can do it myself.

- One day,

you are going to wake up and ask yourself,

where did I go wrong?

- Mm.

- Didn't I have a daughter?

Now I just have a black hole in my heart

where a daughter used to be.

- Now that is a refreshing thought.

I can almost feel the stress melting away already.

- Mom!

- I'm kidding, honey.

Listen, I love you. You know that I love you.

- Oh, sure.

- But this house is expensive, and so is college,

so something has gotta give.

- I'm not even going to college.

- Mashed peas, Lydia, not your choice.

- Hm.

Hey, Dad. No, that was, God.

Um, hey, man. I just called my dad man.

Father!

No.

This is so stupid. I'm sorry.

Okay, yeah.

Hey.

I miss you.

Things have been kind of shitty lately.

Like beyond shitty.

As you might say, I'm

about a million light-years from where I wanna be.

You know that feeling when your shirt shrinks in the dryer?

All day, you can feel it digging into your skin?

That's how this town feels right now.

Like an old, crappy, too-small shirt.

- Oh, geez, geez.

- Geez, watch where you're going!

- You crashed into me. Are you okay?

Damn, Lydia, long time no see.

- Yes, fine. Can I please have my camera back?

- Wait, this is sick.

What year is this, like '92, three?

- I don't know. It was my dad's.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop touching it.

- I forgot your dad loved camera stuff.

You know, AV team still meets every Wednesday

if you ever wanna roll through.

- Simon, just because I'm holding a camera

doesn't mean I wanna join your club.

- Excuse me, we're an audiovisual society, and

we've got free pizza.

It's kinda the shit, huh?

- Yeah, whatever, I gotta go.

- Hey, do you, do you wanna walk to school tog ...

Okay, it was nice to see you too!

- Feeder kids, check.

Popular kids, check.

Ugh, most stereotypical ...

- Do you think these actually motivate anyone?

- I think you're getting distracted.

- What? No, no, no no, hey, I'm listening.

- Hm.

- I just ...

I, okay, I got a little, little distracted

by your awesome posters.

- You think they're awesome?

- Absolutely I do. - Really?

- Yeah, I do.

- Do you really?

- They're really cool.

- Well thank you, Lydia.

No no, no no no, we're not doing this. Lydia, Lydia.

- What?

- You're not listening.

Look, Lydia, it's been a year now,

and I know this is hard, but I think it's important

for you to start having lunch somewhere else.

Yeah.

- No, hey, I hear you.

- Okay.

- And, I respect you. - Great.

- But unfortunately, I've just evolved too far

for the cavemen that roam the halls

of this sweet institution.

You know, it's a real tragic twist of evolution, but

what else can a woman do?

I know.

- Okay, Lydia, look, these office hours

are for students who actually need, they need guidance.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- So, so, so then just guide me.

- Guide you?

- Formally. - Right now?

- This is the moment you're ready?

- I wanna be guided.

- Really? - Yes.

- All right, let's go.

Have you actually thought about where you're applying?

- No, no, no no.

See, it's just too, too expensive, so I'm not gonna apply.

- If it's too expensive, that's okay.

Okay, because schools, right, they have

financial aid packages, they have scholarships.

Yes, fresh list just came out.

Hot off the press, a scholarship list.

Stay with me, Lydia. Tulane, right here.

Write an essay about a charitable act that impacted you.

That's adorable.

Penn State, here we go, 2,000 words.

You can do this, 2,000 words on the ways

you choose to better yourself.

And you have fallen asleep.

All right, I have got other things here.

Harvard.

Maybe we'll just skip that one.

NYU, Big Apple, tell us a story

of who you are, can be any medium.

- My dad actually went to NYU.

- Your dad, okay.

This is great. You're a legacy, perfect.

Okay, right, what do they want?

Tell us a story of who you are.

Lydia, who are you?

- Mm. - Mm.

- Mr. Martin, you've,

you've suddenly become a monstrous bummer so.

- Right, okay, whatever you say.

- I'm gonna, um, yeah.

- You're gonna go?

- I'm gonna take a couple of these and then leave.

- All right, that's fine, okay. All right.

Lydia, before you go, though, do me a favor?

- Yeah.

- Hang in there.

- Ay yi yi, yi yi.

- Hey, think about that. Who are you, Lids?

Who are you? Who are you?

Who am I?

- Ugh, that song gives me a headache.

- You always have a headache.

- Well, maybe that's because you're the headache. No?

So how's school?

- Talking about it gives me a headache.

- Excuse me.

- I just, I don't know why you always ask that

when you literally don't even care.

- Of course I care or I wouldn't ask.

- You're just asking for the sake of asking.

I have a mom that cares!

- Turn the radio off!

- What are you gonna do with all that stuff?

- Box it up?

- Aw, we could just leave it.

- I mean, we could if we just stayed.

- Lydia.

- Where did Dad get all this stuff anyway?

- I don't know, everywhere.

He was the easiest person to give presents to.

People were always giving him stuff.

He wasn't a hard guy to make happy.

That's George. He's come to take a look at Dad's computer.

- George?

- He's our neighbor.

He's sweet, but I think he's really lonely.

Be nice.

- I'm always nice.

- I know.

- There we go. Hear that baby purr.

- I can't thank you enough for this.

- Oh, it was no problem at all.

Oh.

- Are you okay? - Mm.

- Mm-hm.

All good, occupational hazard.

- I never knew IT support was such a dangerous job.

- Tell me about it.

- Well, you'll have to come over

for dinner this week.

You know, as a thank you.

- Oh no, there's no need to do that.

- Are you sure? I'm a pretty amazing cook.

Right, Lydia?

See?

- Well, it's been a long time

since I've had a home-cooked meal.

- Okay, good. Right, well, I'll show you out.

- Space Chronicles.

- I can't believe you went through his files.

- I can't believe you never told me about this.

Dad was a screenwriter, and I never even knew.

- I wouldn't exactly call him a screenwriter.

He never even finished it.

- So? It's still amazing.

- Is it?

- What is his problem?

- You should be nicer to him.

- Are you serious?

- He's never been anything but sweet to you.

He used to come to our house every day.

- Don't remind me.

We were like, four?

- Yeah, you two were inseparable.

And we used to call you Ladybug and him Roly-Poly.

- What?

Wait, I don't remember that.

- It's not such a nice nickname in retrospect,

but he was such a fat baby.

- No way. No, he's like a string bean.

- Well thank God for growth spurts.

It's been a tough year for him. You should make an effort.

- Oh wow. Tough year, wonder what that feels like.

- I'm just saying, it wouldn't kill you to be a little nice.

- I'm afraid we're forgetting about you, Dad.

I miss your patience.

Miss your big, stupid belly laugh.

I miss knowing you were proud of me and

never needing to ask.

- Last year of high school, huh? That's exciting.

- Not sure what's so exciting about it.

- Have you started thinking about college?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- He's just trying to be polite.

You don't have to keep asking.

- No, I'm curious.

- She's a little sensitive because he hasn't

decided yet what she wants to study.

- I'm right here, Mom. I can speak for myself.

- Oh, I was just like that my senior year.

18 years old, and all I wanted to do

was talk to girls and drink beer.

Now if they had a major in that,

I'm sure I would've ended up with a PhD.

Sorry.

- Right, that sounds just like me.

- Well, what do you like?

Okay.

What do you do for fun?

- Talk to girls and drink beer.

- I'm sorry, but you know how it is.

Frankly, she's never even had a job.

- Mom!

- You know, if it's work experience you're looking for,

you're more than welcome to come work for me.

- Oh, no, I don't think so.

- Hey, George, that would be fantastic.

- What? - Lydia.

- Listen, this could be great for your resume.

There's nothing else there at the moment,

and it might be nice to learn a new skill.

- No, I don't want to.

- Only if you want to.

- She definitely, she definitely wants to.

Honey, you need to do something to grow, okay?

You've spent the last year on pause.

- But, you like IT stuff, right?

- Mostly IT, but I fix a little bit of everything.

Computers, appliances, even cars.

- I, um ...

- They're good things to learn.

- What do you say?

- I'm actually making a movie.

- What?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm, I'm making Dad's script, so I can't,

because I'm, I'm gonna be really busy with that, like,

100% of my time.

- You are making "Space Quest"?

- "Space Chronicles," "Chronicles."

- "Chronicles"?

- It's the silliest script. She is not making a--

- It is not silly.

It's the most brilliant piece of art

you've ever seen in your goddam life.

- Honey.

- Because my dad was a genius.

- Honey.

- Just wait and see.

- Do you even know how to make a movie?

- Do I even know how to make a ...

- I have no idea how to make a movie.

I have no money, obviously.

The script is ...

Well,

let's just say that the space alien

rap battle was a surprise, Dad.

I need help.

Or someone who actually listens to me,

you know, like an assistant, or an intern or ...

Yeah.

- Simon!

- Lydia.

- Okay, I'm good.

I'm making a movie,

and I kinda need your help.

Yeah.

Nice dog.

- Hey, Simon, nice to see you, hm?

Whoa, whoa, yeah, it has been a long time, hasn't it?

I didn't even.

That's you.

That's what you're supposed to say,

as a normal person in this situation, hm?

She's a, she's a really nice dog.

- I don't,

I don't really know how to be a normal person, so.

- Yeah, I know. Me neither.

Fine, I'm listening.

But, you have to walk to school with us. Okay?

- Oh.

- Say hi.

- You are strong.

You are beautiful.

- Thank you.

- You are in control.

Say it with me.

- You are strong. - I am strong.

- You are beautiful. - I am beautiful.

- I am in control. - Mr. Martin!

- I'm getting that NYU scholarship. With this.

- Wait, what?

- You are beautiful.

- Ignore this. I'm sorry.

- You are in control. - This is, okay.

- Quiet, you foul beast, stop, stop.

This is a little technique. It's for the kids.

- Yeah, well, don't let me interrupt you.

I've got a movie to make.

- Wait, stop stop.

So you're not gonna have lunch here today?

- No, no, I have a meeting.

- Ha!

Well, okay.

Come on.

I'm strong, I'm beautiful. I'm strong, let's go.

- You really don't need to finish it right now. I uh--

- Hey, does glorp milk come from like,

like an animal called a glorp,

or is it more of like a, like an almond milk type of thing?

- Um.

You ...

Open for interpretation.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh. - Yeah.

- Totally.

- How do you plan on shooting this alien birthing hive?

There are like 10 planet explosions in this.

Do you think we can afford that?

How does the story end?

This version just kinda cuts off mid-worm fights.

- Okay, this was a terrible idea.

You should, uh, you should just go.

- I find your lack of faith disturbing.

- What?

- This should be exciting!

That's all.

The uncertainty is, God, it's exciting.

- Why are you so into this?

- AV club has restrained me to medium close-ups

of the morning announcements for way too long.

- Aw.

Whatever.

Seriously, you can leave now.

- Do you think Mr. Martin would let us

use the school auditorium?

- Why?

- All right, listen you two,

if you need anything, I will be right around the corner

in my office, just let me know, honestly.

Anything, just give a holler, okay?

- Thanks, Mr. Martin.

- Sure.

- Sweet hat, by the way.

- Oh, this?

I didn't even know I had this on my head, oh gosh.

- It's very, British.

- Ooh, well, thank you, Simon. You're too kind.

Okay, come, sit down,

every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.

- Well, thanks again, Mr. Martin.

- Figured I'm walking the boards, a little Shakespeare.

Midsummer's, okay, I'm gonna go.

All right, I'm outta here. Here we go, woo!

All right, swish. Nope.

Theater!

- I am reading for the role Maxman Gilbour.

- Ga -- Galfour.

- The year was 3052, a century after the collapse

of the Galahee Kingdom.

- Then the rise of the Keruwhon Empire.

- To be born on Keruwhon was to have a life of luxury.

Of freedom.

- But me, I'm no Keruwhon emperor.

I'm no high and mighty Florg king.

- Make it glorp milk, too.

Two every damn day the same.

- Make enough glorp milk.

- Make enough glorp milk.

- Make enough glorp milk.

To survive

Every day.

- Okay, yeah, exit on your left, please.

- All right, thank you.

- You're being mean.

- He was overacting.

- He was trying his best.

- Well that's pretty sad for him then.

- Are, uh, are you in the right place?

- I can't believe I'm doing this, but hi.

I'm Mariana, and I am auditioning for the role of Delilah.

I have the sides memorized,

and I have a monologue that I can do, if you want.

I go to auditions in the city like all the time.

- Oh.

This is unexpected.

And you uh, you read the sides?

- Yeah.

- And you don't think this is too lame for you?

- I wanna be an actress.

And if this is a somewhat humiliating but necessary step

on the journey to becoming one,

I can make my peace with that.

- And you know this character has to do

the space pirate rap battle, right?

- Here we go!

- First day of auditions, check.

- Don't touch that.

- High-five?

- Everyone was awful.

- Come on, just a quick one.

- I don't wanna.

- Oh, you can give me a little high-five, huh?

Long day at work.

Oh, look at him, Lydia. Oh, he's shaking.

He wants a high-five so bad.

- You need a high-five? I got it.

I will never let a high-five down. I'm coming.

I am coming!

- Come one. - Here you go.

- Oh ho ho, too slow. Woo!

It's exciting. Auditions, the energy, it's fun.

I wanna know what happened.

Ah, the theater. What do we got?

What are we doing? Talk to me.

Tell me everything.

- Everything was great.

- It was terrible.

- She's just being pessimistic. Everything was fine.

- And he's being a spineless Pollyanna and he knows it.

- Okay, surely it cannot have been that bad.

- The auditions were a disaster.

We have no cast, no money, no experience

and no leading actor, okay!

This, this was a terrible idea!

- Hey hey, hey hey, whoa whoa, whoa whoa.

Hey listen, stop, stop.

There's no reason to hurt yourself or each other.

Please sit down, both of you. Sit.

Just sit.

Breathe, okay?

Look, you two, when I was your age,

I spent every moment I could in the theater.

I loved it. I absolutely adored it.

And I promise you, in every single production,

there comes a moment where you think to yourself,

this is impossible.

There's no sets, there's no costumes, there's no cast.

And yet, we prevail.

And opening night arrives, and the cast bows,

and the audience sings and dances and goes crazy,

and the costumes dazzle.

And you think to yourself, my God.

My God, I just participated in something, magical.

Am I really doing this?

I don't know if I, all right, here we go, I'm gonna do it.

Woo.

Hello.

My name is Thomas.

I'm sorry, perhaps you know me as Mr. Martin.

And I suppose I'm reading the part of, let's see,

Maximilian Galathor.

- You're doing great! - Uh.

- The year was 3000, 30 - 52.

A century after the collapse of the Galahee Kingdom

and the rise of the Keruwhon Empire.

To be bone on, I'm sorry, to be born

on Keruwhon was to inherit a life of luxury, of freedom.

But me,

I'm no Keruwhon Emperor.

I'm no high and mighty Florg king.

Oh no.

I live this life of mine on the fringes of our galaxy.

Every day the same.

Moon rise, moon set.

Moon rise, moon set.

Make enough glorp milk

to survive another day.

- Great!

- Did you like that?

Get outta here.

Really?

Well it was fun.

I had a nice time walking the boards.

The theater!

- I live this life of mine on the fringes.

- Are you studying?

- Yeah.

- Hey, come on, Lid.

No camera, not while you're working.

- This is work.

- You know what I mean.

- Maybe I'll just go to film school.

- Okay, great, you can end up just like your dad.

- What, is that a bad thing?

No, seriously, what's so wrong with ending up like Dad?

- Lydia, if you wanna end up a broke copywriter

with a few unfinished screenplays, be my guest.

- So it's about money.

- No it's about being comfortable.

I mean, I loved your dad.

He'd keep me up late, telling stories about what

he was gonna do, what he was gonna create.

It was so fun and exciting when we were younger.

You know, his next big thing is right around the corner.

- And?

What happened?

- Nothing, he died.

- I'm so sorry my dad dying draggged

your life down so much.

- Well I don't want you to end up like me either.

- Obviously, I don't wanna end up like you.

- Can you remind me again exactly how

you're paying for your little movie?

- This is a terrible idea.

- Here, hold Stella. She'll calm you down.

- I don't like it when dogs have human names.

- Tut, tut, she's not just a dog. She's a star.

Stella!

- Shit.

- Hey hey, hey hey! Come buy some pity cookies.

- The world is trash. Buy some mediocre baked goods.

- Well, we're honestly amazing at selling.

Is it weird, buying cookies from people our age?

- Why would that be weird?

- Like, if I were to see us,

I'd think for sure those cookies have weed in them.

- Is that Josh?

- Duh. You can spot that dude from the moon.

He's huge.

Josh!

- What are you doing?

- Play cool, play cool, play cool.

- What's up, you guys?

Bake sale? Hell yeah.

- Yeah, we're actually having a fundraiser. For a movie.

- Sweet. I love movies.

- You should be in it. The movie.

- Wait, she's kidding.

I mean, unless you want to. Or, you know.

Whatever.

- Acting's pretty dope.

I was actually a baby model when I was younger.

- No way.

- Yeah. You guys ever eat those strawberry yogurts tubes as kids?

- Yeah.

- Uh, you're welcome.

- So, you'll do it?

- Catch you guys later.

- Maximilian and Delilah strain against their

shackles, but to no avail.

The ground shakes. A shadow blocks the alien moon.

Boom! An enormous worm crashes to the ground, roaring.

Uh, Josh. It's your ...

- My bad, my bad.

You'll never take us alive!

- The galaxy will never accept you as your leader. Never.

- Remember your training, Apollo night stroller.

Remember, your, training.

- Maximilian, no!

- The worm roars, its monstrous teeth gnashing.

- What are we gonna do?

- Quick, grab your lasers!

Wait wait, my script's missing the next page.

- Me too.

- Um.

Yeah, we still need to figure the ending out.

- He didn't write one?

- Life, life got in the way.

- Lydia's been working on something amazing.

I'm sure.

- Right. That's right, yes.

And I truly cannot wait to share it with you.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Great. - Yeah.

- Yeah.

I can't do this!

- It's gonna be fine.

- Nope, I quit.

I'm, I'm, I'm going to move, to Kentucky.

And, and marry a goat

and make cheese for the rest of my life.

- Sh, deep breaths.

- What am I even going to say when we start?

Hello, I'm Lydia Gilbert.

I am radically underqualified,

and you have to listen to me now.

- Something like that, yeah.

You know, if it makes you feel any better,

you can be a good director

and still marry a goat in Kentucky.

Right, they're not like mutually exclusive.

- Why would that make me feel better?

- Look, everyone's just making it up all the time anyway.

- What?

- Yeah, people just mimic other people. That's art.

I mean, have you seen "Pulp Fiction"?

- No.

- "I said Goddamn, Goddamn!"

- I'm sorry. Am I missing something?

- Okay, look, all I'm saying is,

everyone steals, all right.

You just need to, learn from the greats.

- What do you mean?

- Here.

I'll show you.

So this shot's all about foreground and background.

- And you're like a sexy mom?

- Yeah.

- Okay, direct engagement with the camera can add a lot.

Just say, I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille.

- I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille.

- Okay, close enough.

- Why are we so close together?

- Because, this is an intense scene, kid.

And sometimes, simple framing's the best.

- Oh, Rick.

- This one's all about light.

Lydia, I am your father!

What's wrong?

- It's getting late. You should go.

- Oh, okay.

Do you, do you want me to clean up?

- It's fine.

- No, hey, I really don't mind.

- I just really don't need your help anymore, okay?

- Okay.

Fine.

- Disengage help mode.

Engage friend mode.

- What?

- Friend feel sad.

Simon 2000 provide emotional comfort

- You're so bizarre.

- Beep, everyone bizarre.

Some people just better at hiding it than others.

It's okay if you're upset.

But I'm not just like a co-worker.

Or a robot.

I miss being your real friend too.

- Thanks.

I haven't seen Robot Simon in years.

It's great.

Hey, do you uh ...

Wanna do something else?

- Like what?

- Is that someone from our school?

- Oh my God, woman, don't film them.

Hey, seriously, put that away.

- Fine, fine, I'll stop.

God.

Mm.

Oh, this is nasty. What is this?

- I think it's like vodka, tequila, whiskey and triple sec.

What, is that bad?

- I don't think you're supposed to mix.

- Hey, I had to take a little from every bottle.

Otherwise, it'd be too obvious.

- Ugh, gross.

Oh, man.

- Hey, you know what I was just thinking about?

- Mm, what?

- How come we used to call you Ladybug?

- Dad used to call me that.

- But why?

- Uh.

I um.

I don't know.

- I'm really sorry

about your dad.

- That's okay.

I mean,

it's not okay.

Shit happens, I guess.

- He was such a great guy.

- Yeah.

I know.

What happened with um, your dad anyway?

- Oh, God.

Opposite of a great guy.

- Why'd he leave?

- The real question is, what took him so long?

- I mean, were you guys, real close?

- Uh, when I was really little, maybe.

But, I don't know. I ...

I think he wanted like,

like a classic,

manly, athletic son.

And I was

never that.

- So you're not athletic.

You're still his son.

- Yeah, I know.

- And, hey, you turned out pretty cool, right?

I mean, look at this hunk.

- Oh my God. - Oh my God!

- Stop. - Yes.

- A filmmaker ready to take the world by storm, you.

- Is that's what's in there? Is that what you see.

- Yes, that's what's in there.

Stop. Stop it.

Stop it. Not me.

No, I'm the filmmaker. I do not go on the camera.

Shut up! Stop it.

Hello, we are making a movie.

Look at us.

- How could you not love it.

- What's that song?

- What?

- What's that song?

You're, you're hum, you're humming something.

Like, um, uh ...

- I think I was just trying to fill the silence.

- It's, it's pretty, it's pretty good actually, yeah.

For sure, yeah.

Wait wait, wait wait wait. Come here.

Let me see.

Delilah and Apollo's love song.

Delilah and Apollo's, come here!

Get your butt over here.

If tomorrow, if tomorrow, if tomorrow.

And then, wait, we fell out of this.

- I'm so talented.

- Oh my God, yes!

- Wait wait wait. - What's next?

- Okay, you go low, I high.

Okay, pause.

Oh my God.

- It doesn't like to navigate that.

Do you know it's got the wings, see?

This is how it flies.

- I wanna call it Lady.

- I love that name.

- Send in the worms!

- Uh-huh.

Wait wait, wait wait.

Simon, get back in the shot real quick.

- Like this?

- Yeah, but look off to the side like you're a king.

Okay, now um ...

Look down and up.

Like you're sentencing a servant to exile or something.

But meaner.

Come on, like, you're banished.

- You're banished.

- Come on, I'm like not even a little banished right now.

- I thought we were gonna get a burger today.

- Yeah, you know, we still can.

- No, but like, when I said can we get a burger today,

I kinda meant can we do that and maybe not do this?

For a change.

- Okay. Yeah, let's, let's get a burger then.

You know, maybe we can run some lines.

- No, I ...

I don't wanna run lines.

- Okay.

Wait, Simon, the eyes, they're--

- I heard back from Columbia today.

- Did you get in?

- Yeah, I did.

- Oh.

Nice, congrats.

- Thanks.

Are you still filming?

- You actually look really regal right now.

Can you just hold that for two seconds?

- I need to go to the bathroom.

- Wait, Simon.

Simon.

- Just finish the script, Lydia.

- And, action!

Cut!

Simon, the whole back half is drooping.

- There's literally like nothing

I can do about it, okay.

- I'm sorry, can we take a break? I rea--

- Hey, if we don't get this done today.

- I've been holding this thing for an hour.

- Hey, how much longer are we thinking for tonight?

- Jesus, none of you give a shit, do you?

- We've been out here all day.

- Chill, guys. Let's just try to get this done.

Okay?

- Action.

Cut!

Simon, what the hell?

- Are you okay?

- Do you think this thing is ruined,

or maybe we can try it one more time?

- I think he's hurt. Are you crazy?

- And, act ...

Simon, you're supposed to wait for me to say action.

- Jesus Christ, Lydia.

- What? Is that so hard?

- You try it. You hold the worm, huh?

- No, there's no way I'm putting that on.

- I been holding it for hours.

I think you could do it for once, right?

- No!

What the hell are you do ...

Oh my, oh my God, the frame is cracked.

- Lydia. - Shut up!

- Just, shut up.

- Maybe it's not broken, maybe if you just--

- It was my dad's.

- Are you okay?

- What do you even want from me?

- What?

- You're not fighting for this,

so just tell me what you want.

- Are you kidding me? I've been working with you nonstop.

My grades are slipping, okay, I'm exhausted but ...

God, I know you've been through so much and I--

- Whoa, I don't want your pity.

That is the absolute last thing I want.

- It's okay to have a tough time, okay?

It's okay to go through shit, but don't take it out on--

- Look, Simon, I don't need anything from you right now,

so I really don't know why you're still here.

- Fine.

(kids talking

- Mom?

Are you here? I had to walk home.

- I thought that you were stay--

- You left me at school to hang out with George?

- No.

I thought that you and Simon were working on your project.

- We're not talking. I told you that.

- Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

- No, hm. No, I don't wanna hear it.

George, you're just my mom's new project

because she can't fix me.

Can you please get out of our house?

- Lydia? - No!

- Lydia.

Look, I'm sorry.

- It was bad enough losing Dad.

But at least he gave a singular shit about me.

But you ...

Mom,

you're right here.

And I'm still losing you.

- Oh, honey.

That is not true.

I loved your dad. Oh God, I loved him so much.

But there is never gonna be one person

on this planet that I love more than you.

- What about off this planet?

- That's still you.

To the moon and back.

Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Ooh.

There's so much I wish I could ask you.

Like,

what order should I watch the "Star Wars" movies in?

I'm kidding.

How does this story end, Dad?

- I am strong, ah.

I am beautiful, yes I am.

I am in control.

- What is up, Mr. M?

- Oh come on!

Lydia, it's just common courtesy

to knock on someone's office door.

- Well, you know, I woke up this morning

and thought to myself, wow, I haven't had lunch

with my friend Mr. Martin in so long,

so I should really check in on him.

- Right.

- How are you?

Come on, come on! How's your life?

How's your,

uh, what, wife?

Husband?

Cat?

- Lydia, why are you really here?

- I'm sorry.

It's just ...

Simon won't talk to me.

I don't even know how this stupid script ends and

the NYU deadline's in a week.

It's just a lot.

- Right.

But you do know it needs to be mailed by Monday, right?

- What?

- That's the postmark deadline.

- Oh my God!

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Look, breathe.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

- Why do I even bother?

You know, we're all going to die.

We're all going to turn into soil

and ash, and mushrooms are just gonna grow out of our heads!

- Perhaps, perhaps.

I actually plan on having a sunflower grow outta mine.

I did. I looked into.

It's very expensive, but I think I'm worth it. I do.

Breathe, breathe.

Come on, you can do this. I know you can.

Here we go.

One thing at a time, ready?

Focus. Look at me.

How's the editing coming?

- Editing?

- Oh Jesus.

- Lydia?

- I'm so sorry for the way I treated you.

I was just afraid I was gonna lose my mom,

and I know that I have like a really bad attitude.

But I swear there's like a good part of me

somewhere deep in there.

It's really far deep in there, but it's--

- Whoa whoa, whoa whoa.

Easy.

What's going on?

- I really hate to ask this of you.

But do you have any idea how to edit?

- You're in luck. I have all the right cables.

- I, I can't thank you enough for doing this.

- It's no problem.

Just, be nice to your mom for me, okay?

- Yeah.

- Are you zooming in on me?

- Why did we even hire a videographer

if you were just gonna do it yourself?

- We did. That's terrible.

Is there any way to take it back. - I don't think so.

- Yeah right. Get a good luck while you can.

- I didn't know you watched these.

- Almost every night after your dad passed.

Almost every night.

- I love you to the moon and back.

You know that, right?

- What's that?

- To the moon and back and back and back.

- Daddy said we're gonna get a big house.

- And?

- And?

- A movie theater!

And popcorn!

- He made me feel so safe.

- Yeah, me too.

- And eat popcorn.

- Yes, we will definitely have popcorn.

- But this is your life. Not on screen, that's a movie.

We don't get to sit back and enjoy

our happy endings in real life.

We don't get to hit pause.

We just have to

keep moving and

let go and hope that that happy ending isn't our last one.

- It won't be.

- I know.

- I promise.

- I know what I need to do, Dad.

I know how to end it.

You're gonna get your happy ending.

Promise.

- Simon!

Shit.

- What the hell?

You know, you're not being original.

- Not trying to be.

- This is like textbook, movie cliche unoriginal.

It's like next-level bad.

- Learned it from the best.

Oh, shit.

- Hey, you know you're paying for that, but ...

- As friends.

That is, if you do me the honor of being my friend.

- But it's tonight.

- Better late than never, right?

- I don't know, Lydia.

I need to think about it.

- Yeah.

No right, I ...

I, I understand.

Engage friend mode.

System broken.

Need friend to fix.

- Oh my God.

- Please accept apology

or else

system will self-destruct.

- Lydia.

- And.

10,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two.

One.

- Friend mode activated

Going in for a hug.

- Yes!

- Oh, oh, Simon.

I'm,

I'm sorry.

For everything.

I, I, I was an asshole.

And I don't deserve you.

But,

I wanna finish what we started.

Together.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Prom's everything I thought it would be.

- Cheers to that.

- Absolutely not.

- Oh come on, Mom.

You have a face destined for the screen.

- Do you think so?

- Mm-hm.

- Yeah, well, flattery is not gonna get you

where you need to go, either of you.

- Do you have the headband?

- Okay, just put these on, please.

- What is that?

- Just put it on your head.

- Oh.

- Yes. Yes!

- Ms. Gilbert. Oh, you look absolutely fantastic.

- Okay, if I do this,

you know what I'm gonna need from you, right?

This time, I won't pack for you.

- Yeah, I know.

- Okay, I'll do it.

- Yes!

- Now just get outta here. I gotta learn my lines.

- Mm, mm.

- This is awesome. It's awesome.

- Hey, Dad.

I wish you could see our movie.

I think you'd really like it.

And I hope you approve of the ending.

I'm gonna miss this house.

And,

I'm gonna miss you

for the rest of my life.

But I can't help but think that,

if the world's a halfway decent place,

you're up there somewhere,

watching us in a big, heavenly movie theater in the stars.

God, I love you, Dad.

- Thank you all so much for coming.

I'm going to keep this short,

mostly because I'm the ugliest crier

and I wanna spare you.

- That's true.

- This is "Space Chronicles: The Movie."

Whoa!

- The year was 3052,

a century after the collapse

of the Galahee Kingdom,

and the rise of the Keruwhon Empire.

To be born a Keruwhon was to inherit

a life of luxury, of freedom.

Make enough glorp milk.

- Wow.

- To survive another day.

- I am beautiful.

I am fucking beautiful.

- Space Chronicles!

- Hey, space lady, I'm on a mission

and I need your help.

- If you ever think for even a second

that I will ever in all my life

help a brutish, no-good, absolutely terrible,

disgusting space timer like you!

- Send in the worms!

- That was a problem.

- I been fighting worms for too long.

No heart left for the fight.

Oh how I long to see my love again.

Some way.

Somehow.

Across this galaxy of ours.

Queen Diana!

Queen Diana!

- Did somebody say worm fight?

- Queen Diana?

I thought I lost you!

- You'll never lose me!

- They won the battle that day.

They won many more across many moons.

And one day, they'd have this beautiful baby girl,

who they totally loved,

even though she could be a pain sometimes.

And together they'd get a spaceship

with an enormous, intergalactic movie theater to the stars.

And their family would spend their days eating space popcorn

and holding hands till their fingers

were all wrinkly and old.

And they'd fly up, up, up and away.

To the moon and back.

And back.

And back and back and back and back and back.

- Yes!

Woo!

Woo!

- Lid, you gotta let it go, baby.

- I don't wanna let her go.

- I know.

- Where will it go?

- I don't know. But you know what I do know?

- What?

- It'll be magical.

- I think we're supposed to rap battle.

What if he's right?