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No!

Go on.

I can't.

Hear you only when
you say, "I can."

Mom.

The first thing is position.

Put your hands at 10
minutes to one o'clock.

Stop kidding.

Who's kidding?

Go on, put your hands
on the steering wheel.

I'm six.

I know, I've been
there, remember?

Kids don't drive.

You do.

Let me do that.

I want to do that.

OK.

Fit it, like a puzzle.

It's in!

It's in!

Now turn it to the right.

Mom?

It's play.

Go on, to the right.

I'm driving.

Paul's driving!

Woo hoo!

Loverboy's driving!

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I
had noticed that most

people have a
specific city or town

where they would like to live.

Hello?

EMILY (VOICEOVER): This
interested me not at all.

You, uh, Ms. Emily Stone?

I am Ms. Stone.

John.
I'm John.

Thank you.

Just, uh, sign right there.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I was put
on this earth for one reason,

to give you life.

Do you know what's in here?

Uh, yeah I've, uh, I've
delivered a few before.

Unintended?

Well, uh, good luck.

Fingers crossed.

Hey, uh, if it,
uh, doesn't take--

Goodbye, John.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I
never wanted a house,

and I never wanted a husband.

What I wanted with every
cell of my body was a baby.

I went through the
five inseminations.

They did not work.

I suppose you had something
more eclectic in mind.

South American lowland
societies believe

that multiple ejaculations
from different sources

produced a studier child.

I concurred, and determined
that you would be

born of the best of many men.

And so began my quest, seven
years and five months ago.

I was single-minded
in my efforts.

I determined to be
swift, intentionally

reckless, and discriminating.

Excuse me.

Could you guide me
toward the Flaubert?

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): It wasn't
about the men, it was about us.

It was always about us.

Oh.

Thank you.

I'll see you again, right?

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I was
like a great jewelers

of the Byzantine, sorting
through full stacks of stones.

A builder's strength, a
logician's classifying mind.

Or a perfect ass.

Naughty boys.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I
was a nomadic huntress,

moving from town to
town, room to room.

Would you please
fill my bucket.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Before
they died my parents

had inadvertently
invested money,

the returns on which
gave me the cushion

needed to pursue my goal--

--whatever it might be.

Come in.

Oh, the naughty shark.

No!

EMILY (VOICEOVER): There
are unwanted genetic traits

in every family,
mine just happened

to have an overabundance.

Marty and Sybil,
your grandparents,

the embodiment of the dreadful
exclusivity of true love.

Hi, sweetie.

Night, baby.

I got it.

I got your nose.

Come here, give a poppa a kiss.

Honey, did you eat?

OK.

Good day at school.

Pumpkin, who invented
the barometer?

Evangelista Torricelli.

And who was the first prime
minister of independent India?

Jawaharial Nehru.

That's my girl.

OK, good day.

You see that?

I tell ya, she doesn't
even need to go to school.

It's that book of answers.

I knew it.

I knew she could love that.

And I love you.

No, I love you.

Oh no, no, no, no, no.

Yes, yes, yes.

No, no, no, no, no.

Daddy's got to go to work now.

No.

I'll be home for lunch.

PAUL: I'm scared, mom.

Two hands on the wheel.

Going to stop.

But we haven't
gone on our voyage.

What voyage?

Please concentrate.

Think about your hands
and what I say, OK?

OK?

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes.

Now what do I do when
I'm going to turn?

You always drive with one hand.

I can't get anything
past you, can I?

Ms. Silken says I'm observant.

Ms. Silken talks a lot.

Oh, can't believe I let
you get to this part

without a seat-belt. Good.

Now, left-hand turn.

What do I do?

Hit the turn signal and turn
the steering wheel to the left.

I'm turning.

See, I promised.

You are going to
be absolutely fine.

Thanks, Mrs. Harker.

Oh, sweet thing,
you're very welcome.

Come on, Emily, hurry up!

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Mrs. Harker
was not like the other mothers.

She walked her sons to the
bus stop, every morning.

I always liked the way a
scraped knee looks on a girl.

It makes you look kind of tough,
vulnerable at the same time.

Come on, Emily!

Slowpoke.

Here.

Hey, Emily, don't let any
boys give you any trouble, OK?

All you have to remember
is that deep down inside,

they're all afraid of girls.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I
was determined to take

the best from each encounter.

Wow.

God.

I had kept my
musician long enough.

10 Mississippi, 11
Mississippi, 12 Mississippi.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I
was careful to choose

only men whose genetic flowering
showed something splendid.

Just a minute!

I trust that everything
is status quo in there.

Can I assist in any way?

Well, let me just that-- I
don't know how you process this,

this liaison, but, you
know I really felt like

there was a strong symbiosis--

EMILY (VOICEOVER): He
was the intellectual.

What I describe is nothing
less than-- than delicious.

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
According to the way

gestation is calculated, I
was almost 10 weeks pregnant.

But I had slept with enough
men that there would be

no face made loveliest to me.

My equation was simple.

Many men equals no father.

My new mission was to
find a suitable town

in which to raise
you, a place where

we could dig up
buried treasures,

and build fairy
house in the woods.

But it was not to be.

Look out!

What?

There's a car
running backwards!

Ha ha.

It's important to keep your
eyes on the road, right?

I mean there are lots of
things to look out for,

lost of things to steer around.

Right there!

Quick, turn right!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Do you have any idea
how perfect you are?

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Many, many
fathers had equaled no child.

I'd lost my plan.

Uh oh.

You all right?

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
And my purpose.

Would you like a hand up?

Miss?

You don't look like
you belong here.

Excuse me?

You're not wearing a name tag.

Oh really?

Forgive me.

I did not realize that one must
identify oneself with name tags

to stay in your
ridiculous approximation

of a first-class hotel.

What?

Oh my god.

Uh-- oh, I'm with
the convention.

I just assumed you were a trader
at one of the regional houses.

I'm sorry.

You're not with the hotel?

What, you thought I
was hotel security?

Time to buy a new suit.

If I had said I was
from hotel security,

do you think I would
have been able to get

you to come with me?

Like for a drink, or?

I'm not interested
in that anymore.

Yes?

You must save me
from convention hell.

I'm not in the saving business.

Thank god, I don't
want to be saved.

I want to be overtaken.

Thank you.

Believe it or not, I
live in Des Moines.

I live here.

For how long?

For now.

I see.

And he is wondering
what disaster

she abandoned, knowing full
well she would never answer him.

I struck you as sad?

No, you struck me as eccentric.

You were on the floor.

Right.

In the elevator.

And then you struck
me as stunning.

And now you just strike me.

Did an invisible hand
push you into this room?

I think so.

I do.

Will everything work out?

I believe so.

I really do.

Show me.

You must please
know that you are

the one true love of my life.

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
His name was Paul.

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
And then you were

growing inside of me,
a child of passion

when I had least expected it.

It's really a lovely place.

And of course there are tons
of kids in the neighborhood.

Oh.

Oh, are you all right?

She's going to
have a little baby.

I'll buy it.

Oh, gosh, that's terrific.

I can recommend
several excellent--

Cash.

Cash.

Did you hear that?

Cash.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): There
is no falling in love,

like the falling in
love with a child.

Boo!

Poo!

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I never
wanted an easy child.

Light shirts, clothesline.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I
wanted an exceptional one.

Bird bath.

See the bird bath?

Azaleas, mackerel
skies, octopi eyes.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): We
were gods then, together,

those afternoons.

Lemon?

No, thank you.

Oh, he's such a
perfect little boy.

Perfect little boy.

The place looks great, with
a garden it's stupendous.

Thanks.

It was easy really.

The previous owners were--

And now you're
home all the time.

That helps.

Just you and little boy here.

Sugar?

No, thank you.

Sweet'N Low.

He's really so easy.

So how do you like the house?

Oh, it's wonderful.

I knew you'd love it.

Of course, it's not
right for everyone,

but clearly you
were so creative.

Wow, got to teach
me your trick.

It sounds like he's out already.

He takes so easily to people.

Oh, what a terrible lady.

Let's clean you.

Aw, I'm so sorry.

Aw.

What's that?

Is that a tooth?

Oh, no.

It's not time for that yet.

Sweetie.

I want to go outside.

But we haven't
gotten there yet.

We have to pass
the 18-story candy

store and the rainbow colared--

I'm tired.

Come on, Loverboy, please.

Don't call me Loverboy.

I'm Paul!

Stop that!

It hurts.

Guess what?

No.

Why did you do that?

Because we're
sleeping here tonight.

I got everything ready.

All your favorites.

Pick a hand.

Come one.

Pick a hand.

Pick a hand, any hand.

Go ahead, honey,
make daddy happy.

Come on, baby girl.

I'm 10.

It's just an expression
of endearment.

Daddy calls me Babydoll.

Clearly I am not a baby.

No, darling, you
definitely are not.

Left.

Uh, yeah, look at that.

She got it.

She got it right.

Honey, you're going
to love it so much.

We picked it out
together, the both of us.

It's nice.

Um, there's more.

Marty, show her.

Yeah, yeah, it's just,
you know, you just open.

It's so we'll always be
with you, by your heart.

Forgot the cake.

I forget the cake.

Would you look at her?

That woman's my passion.

You would do well to
find a passion, you know.

Everyone needs a passion.

What about geology, huh?

I mean, you like
rocks and stuff.

Haa--

Haa--

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I
had found my passion.

You were my rock.

Mom, I'm scared.

They won't hurt you.

Just remember
whenever you're scared

that means there's opportunity.

What?

Means there's magic
lingering around these parts.

All sorts of chances
to see things you've

never seen before.

Pick me up.

OK.

The Bedouins believe
you dream will come true

if you whisper it into a
sheep's ear, first thing

after you wake up.

Who?

Bedouins, they live in Africa.

They are nomads.

You ready?

You go first.

OK.

I'll go first.

Don't ever forget, my prince,
there is magic all around you.

Look for those secrets and
you will be happy forever.

OK.

What's he going to do?

He's going to tell
the Gods, but he

told me to send you over.

Here I come.

I'm coming.

I'm not coming.

Come on, let's go.

Go ahead, he wants
to hear your dreams.

Go on.

I did it!

I did it, mom!

Did you see?

Did you see me?

Yes!

Would I be allowed
to paint in school?

Not on the walls.

Shh.

Be very, very quiet.

We're spies.

Get up.

Start!

We cannot let the enemy see us.

Piece of shit.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello!

What's up?

Are they home?

I don't know.

Is your mother home?

Did you know, daddy long-leg
spiders have penises?

What?

Hello.

This is Paul, my son.

Anita Biddle.

We just moved in
across the street.

Hello.

Hello.

Sorry.

We were just painting
Paul's room, purple.

I see.

And spying on you.

Oh.

Well, I just wanted
to introduce myself.

And cake.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

Shit.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Fitting
in with the outside world--

respectability,
suitability, conformity,

were never high on
my priority list.

Neither was normalcy.

I admit, I cultivated arrogance.

The world would be our school.

I wanted to learn it,
and teach it to you.

EMILY: For all
intent and purposes.

PAUL: For all intent
and porpoises.

OK.

Abominable snowman.

Um.

Abominable snowman.

So good.

Hey, mom, let's go in.

Would a god go into a
playground created by others,

or would he create
his own new one?

Please?

OK.

Only for a little while.

OK?

Be careful, sweetie.

Mom, a treasure.

Let me see.

Oh, OK.

Oh, yes, certainly.

This is a piece that
was left to the god

of happy and safe homes.

I'll see you later.

Give me a call.

Hi, I'm sick.

-Me too.
-No you're not.

You're lying.

I am not.

Yes you are.

You'd be in school if
you were really sick.

That's the law.

I'm too sick.

I'm in home school.

And today I was
excavating a peace cup

that's a thousand years old.

What?

I was.

Come on, I can show you.

My mom says your mom
does weird things.

No.

We both do.

Hey!

Loverboy!

I'm having a Yu-Gi-Oh! party.

What to come?

Loverboy!

Loverboy!

Of course I do.

Why can't I go?

Because we have more fun on
own roam-abouts, don't we?

Did any of them find
magic pottery today?

No.

No.

So, no need for tears.

You're my very
special little boy.

Now eat your lamb.

Where's my dad?

What?

Tell me.

You do have a father.

He is like our
wanderer, Odysseus,

trapped and sleepy
on some island

so very far away from us.

And he is trying to get back.

No more fairy tales.

You're telling a fairytale lie.

I am not.

No, no, no!

I must have a father!

Loverboy?

Sweetie?

I'm not here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must be mistaken.

I thought there was a
Loverboy inside, because I

have something for him.

What?

Oh, it's a surprise.

What kind of a surprise?

Oh, it's a huge
one, the best kind.

Look at his face.

What was he thinking?

Maybe he wants some
more whipped cream.

Ah, good idea.

I love you, Ms. Darling.

I love you, Loverboy.

Knock knock?

Anybody home?

Hello?

Are you and Paul
sleeping in there?

Yes.

Um, you have a-- you have
a little something on your--

Oh, fudge sundaes.

Well, I'm crazed.

Saturdays make me postal.

You know, Alison's at ballet
and I have to pick Danny up

in 10 minutes and
take him to taekwondo

and there's a temper tantrum
if I'm a minute late.

So I wanted to give you these.

What is it?

Registration for school.

Thank you.

We're fine.

He needs other kids.

I mean I can't believe
how much Allison's

changed since she started.

Can't keep him out
of school forever.

But I want to go to school.

I want to ride the bus.

Well, you will go.

When?

Soon.

Maybe after Christmas
or something.

We'll talk about it later.

You're not Dr. Spock, you know?

You're doing something wrong.

Yo, uh-- I don't know
where it came from,

I just found it on the yard.

I swear I didn't hurt it.

PAUL: Bat's weigh less?

Mm hmm.

Where's his mommy?

She's probably looking for
something for her babies

to eat.

Hear them?

It's a whole family up there.

Mommy and lots of
brothers and sisters.

What if they don't
know where he is?

Your baby is here!

Better?

It looks hurt.

Maybe it was a cat.

What if he's scared?

We will be right
inside, and I will

not take my mind off of him.

Me too.

I won't either.

Remember whenever
you feel scared,

that means there's opportunity.

EMILY: Oh kiss me through
the hole of this vile wall.

I kiss the wall's hole,
not your lips at all.

Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb
meet me straight away?

'Tide life, 'Tide death,
I come without delay.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): I could've
told you about death.

That the bird was going to die.

We would have buried the
little guy in a hole.

You would have
decorated the grave,

and I would have held you, tears
streaming down your cheeks,

and told you everything
would be fine again.

Oh, Marty!

Marty, look, I've
been wondering where

you could buy those feeders.

I've been noticing them a lot on
the front lawns like on Laurel.

Well, sweetie, do you want one?

Oh, I think they
look real nice.

Well hell, let's get
ourselves a bird feed.

And Emily can keep it filled.

Would you like that, Em?

Never mind.

Let's come back in
a few more months.

So I'm thinking of a person.

And is that person living?

Mommy!

Mom, he's gone.

His mom must of took him.

There's a bag of
sandwiches in the kitchen.

Please get it.

Are we going somewhere?

Yes.

A little trip.

But you didn't say
anything before.

Does that mean we cannot go?

No.

Good, because not
everyone around here

needs to know about it.

Now please go upstairs
and get dressed.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Mrs. Harker
with no stranger to sadness.

I was hoping you'd stop by.

We missed you.

I like the music.

One of her sons
had drunk something

unsealed marked poison, and
now he was permanently damaged.

Mom, where's my rabbit's foot?

I don't know.

Go away.

Oh don't be such
a drag, darling.

So, tell me everything
about your day.

It was OK.

Some kid put a sign
on another kid's back

that said, "scream
at me, I'm deaf."

Oh dear.

Is he?

No, that was the joke.

Oh.

That's terrible.

What else?

The school just hired a
shop teacher with wooden leg.

Stop.

That is too good to be true.

You can't be serious.

Cross my heart.

Oh, if we could all be
just slightly more ironic,

I think I could
a giggle forever.

Ooh, what do you
think of my outfit?

It's good, right?

It's really good, yes.

Oh, OK, we must go in.

We're both tired and it's time.

And the sun is slowing.

OK.

Is this the ocean?

Yes, go back to sleep.

We'll see it in the morning.

I want to go to the beach.

Tomorrow, love.

We came to the beach, we
should go to the beach.

-Wow.
-Cool.

Did you hear it?

Hear what?

The wind.

So what did the wind say?

That sometimes it's
too cold on here.

Wind pipes?

But today the wind says
it's warm enough to blow.

Let's see the house.

Wait, wait, wait.

Let us close our eyes
and wish upon the wind.

Did it.

What did you wish?

I wish that we can
always be together,

Loverboy and Ms. Darling.

What did you wish?

I cannot tell you.

If I tell, it will
never come true.

Come on!

Hey, look, a crab.

Come here, pick him up.

I'm scared, mom.

Come on, he wants
us to be friends.

You were scared, and now you
are neighbors with a crab.

Congratulations, Loverboy.

Hi!

Jeanette Rowley.

I rented you the place.

Fresh baked blueberry muffin.

We're got so many damn
berries about here,

you've got to do something
with them or the deer will.

Right.

Well, I told you
about the tide.

It comes in every afternoon.

Covers the bridge.

So you're pretty well
stranded out here.

Oh.

It suits us just fine.

Paul?

Good.

I guess to some people.

Not us.

Listen, we're having our
annual goodbye weekenders

clam bake this afternoon.

You'll come, yeah?

I'm sorry, we can't
Thank you though.

Why not?

Well, I promised
him we'd bake a cake.

Well, you know kids.

Well, good.

Bake it and bring it on over.

We're having lobster.

Real lobsters?

Well, you betcha, kiddo.

You know, Paul's never had
lobster before, and I'm just--

I'm not-- I'm not--

Mom, you always
say, try new things.

Ah, there.

Festivities begin at 3 o'clock.

I'll see you then.

Bye.

Please mom, please?

A party will be fun!

JEANETTE: We bought this
place, ah, 30 years ago.

Haven't regretted
it for a minute.

Another martini?

Yes, please.

Here you go.

You're going to like this one.

This is my best.

They get better as the
day goes on I think.

Come here boy.

Come here.

Ah, finally, the lobster.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hey, Mark.

Hey.

Are you the lobster man?

No.

Mark, this is my nephew.

This is Emily Stoll
and her son Paul.

Good to meet you guys.

Nice to meet you.

Good.

Mark's a geologist.

Wonderful.

She's not bragging,
she's just explaining

the dirt under his fingernails.

True.

Unfortunately, the only
dirt under my fingernails

at this point is city grime.

I'm working on my thesis.

Ah, and this is Rocky.

Hey, boy.

Hey, don't eat that.

Don't eat that.

Hey you.

He'll eat anything.

Now Rocky's going
to choke on that.

It's all right.

He ate an entire
bicycle tire last week.

He'll be find.

Well, suit yourself.

OK, Sailorboy, it's time to go.

Already?

Mark's going to take
me fishing some time.

Oh.

Oh, really?

I think I have to clear
that with your mom first.

But I'd like to.

Thought you were land-based?

Actually amphibious.

Well, that will depend.

On what?

Thank you very much
for a delicious dinner

and a lovely time.

Now bow.

Thank you.
It was our pleasure.

-Yeah.
-Now I'll stop by tomorrow.

I knew got any dirt out of you.

And she will.

I'm serious about fishing.

Anytime.

Good night.

Bye!

Bye bye.

Sweet dreams.

OK.

I like here.

Yeah.

She seems like a good mom.

Yeah, easy on
the eyes too, huh?

I'll plead the fifth.

You can plead
whatever you want.

I saw you.

Morning.

Are we going fishing?

I need to talk to
your mom about that.

Take a look at this.

This here's everything
you need to know

about saltwater fishing.

It's a definitive guide to fish.

Cool.

But she's real sleepy.

Yeah?

Oh, I do need some
help with something.

How handy are you with a hammer?

I've been hammering
since I was a boy.

Really?

It's true.

Good morning.

Put you sneakers
on, please, Loverboy.

Don't call me that.

I'm Paul.

Sneakers, please.

You're OK with this, right?

The boat had some rotten planks.

I thought I could use it
as a carpentry lesson.

I'm not real comfortable
letting him out of my sight,

actually, with the
ocean and everything.

You know it's funny
you should mention

that because as
coincidence would have it,

the storm washed it
up here last night.

Ready.

Let's go!

Oh and, uh, by the
way, nice jammies.

EMILY: Shit.

Spider!

Where?

Here.

Yeah, leave him alone, he's
not going to hurt anyone.

Shit.

PAUL: Is it OK if I hit snail?

Hi!

Mom, we did it.

It was rotten.

Tell me.

Three boats were rotten.

We took them out.

I'm so proud of you.

Kid's good with a hammy.

You guys hungry?

I got sandwiches and dind-dongs.

Mom, we don't have time.

Mark says we've got to get
this boat in the water.

I thought we were
going on a roam-about.

But I want to go with him.

Can I go?

We're just going to be
ashore we got things.

Come on, let's go.

Can I come with you girls?

Mom, it's for boys.

You're not supposed to.

Sorry.

Boys only.

We won't be long.

You ready?

Cool car.

You like it?

Yeah.

Well, I'll sale it to you.

Seat belt.

Hi, you guys OK?

Fuck.

Why do you think
it's called ski?

Because of the way it
goes through the water?

Well--

Maybe next I'll catch one.

Right?

After school?

What school?

Mom, remember, you promised.

We leave on Saturday
so I can start school.

Well you know, I was thinking,
since we're having so much fun,

maybe we could stay
on a bit longer.

No.

And you know, I
spoke to Jeanette,

and since the cabin's
not rented-- hey,

where are you going?

To tell Jeanette we can't stay.

Slow down, kiddo.

We're fine.

Sit down.

I have school.

We can come back here
in summer, right?

Of course.

I think Martin knows a
lot about a lot of things.

Now, excuse me, young captain.

A good night kiss, please.

I'm going to read
for a little while.

OK.

I think my dad's like Mark.

-You do?
-Yeah.

I like Mark.

So I hear you're very
good with astronomy.

Paul tells me you can
identify every constellation?

Just Pegasus.

I still haven't figured
out exactly where

that Big Dipper is located.

You know I have to tell
you, I was little surprised

when you called.

Really?

Yeah.

Well, I was kind
of surprised too.

About what?

You haven't asked me about
my relationship status.

I guess I haven't.

Well, um, here's to
my self-restraint.

To your self-restraint.

How long do you figure I have
to exercise that attribute?

I was thinking, if you're
writing your thesis,

can't you do that from anywhere?

That all depends.

Loverboy and I were
thinking about staying

all through the winter.

Don't call me that!

I'm not staying!

Hey!

Calm down.

Let go of me!

Hey!

-Let go of me!
-Oh, stop.

Calm down.

Just calm down.
-Stop!

I'm going to school!
-Hey!

-Hey, Paul?
-Stop it!

Let go of me.
Stop!

You're going to do
what I tell you to do.

Stop it!
-No!

-Stop it!
-No!

Let go!

Paul!

Get back here!

No!

Parker?

Parker?

Dad, are we there?

It's me, Emily.

Hello?

Hello?

EMILY (VOICEOVER): But
Mrs. Harker was gone.

PAUL: Mom.

Mom, wake up.

Wow, you are dressed.

Yeah, I am.

I picked it out all by myself.

Yes you did.

I'll meet you downstairs.

I want you to call if
there's any problem,

of you want to come home.

OK?

So here's some change.

I want you to put the money
in and dial our number,

just like we practiced.

Can I just have a teach call?

No.

Come on, sweetheart.

Come on, sweetheart.

Hey, kiddo!

Give me a fighting
chance to keep up.

Mom?

I don't want you
to come in with me.

But--

I'm not a baby.

No one else's mother is here.

PAUL: You can't have it.

I made it.

That's the point.

Give it to me.

No.

Catch me first.

You have to get it.

Come on!

Loverboy, be careful!

Is that your mom?

Hi!

Poof, I am gone.

Just don't run with the stick.

Vegetable, vegetable.

What are you doing?

Counting food groups.

We learned about them today.

Ms. Silken says we
should eat five--

Ms. Silken?

Is that the name
of your teacher?

Yes.

She's really nice and
everyone at school likes her.

I see.

So you do not mind sitting
in a chair all day long?

Nope.

No.

No.

That's another thing.

Ms. Silken says I
say strange things.

Well, perhaps that
is because she's

having a hard time keeping up.

Ms. Silken says mine was
one of the best in the class.

One of the best?

There were four other
students that got both

a smiley face and a gold star.

Wow, whoopee.

Aren't you going to hang
it on the refrigerator?

No, I am not.

If you want to paint me
something somewhat original,

then I will.

Or perhaps sing me the
"Marseilles" like we used to?

And I will take note.

So far everything Ms. Silken
says interests me not at all.

Now, I have pitched a
tent in the back yard

and I thought maybe
we could camp out

to celebrate your first
day home from school.

I don't want to.

You do not want to?

No.

It's important I get a good
night's sleep for tomorrow.

Ask Ms. Silken who is
the first prime minister

of independent India.

That's India, not Indiana.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Ms. Silken,
with her nicely crossed ankles,

and her well constructed
rules, gold stars

on a chart, beating every ounce
of exceptional out of you.

It had happened to me.

I would not let
it happen to you.

Stop it.

I want to go inside, mom.

I'm tired.

I know how to drive already.

Do you want it out?

Uh huh.

Let me yank it out.

What?

You will?

Sure.

Then we have to stay
in here tonight.

We are sleeping in the car.

No, mom.

Ms. Silken told us you need
to put it under your pillow.

Well, she's wrong.

You need to sleep in the spot
where the tooth fell out.

It's not right.

Yes, Paul.

Which of us have
lost their teeth?

Which of us has received
tooth fairy visits?

Now, lean back, and
close your eyes.

Promise I'll be OK?

I promise.

Thy eternal summer shall
not fade, nor lose possession

of that fare thou owest.

Nor shall death brag
thou wondrous in shade,

when in eternal lines
to time thou growest.

What are you doing?

Come on.

So long as men can
breathe, or eyes can see.

So long lives this, and
this gives life to thee.

And that beautiful sonnet
was written by whom?

Shakespeare.

Full name please?

William Shakespeare.

And do you know that
in Shakespeare's time,

all the female roles were
performed by young boys.

Yes.

Thank you, Diana.

That went-- well, that was
lovely as a summer's day,

and she memorized
it all by herself.

Ladies and gentlemen,
our next performer,

performing a song by a rock
and roll singer, a cappella,

Emily Stoll performing,
"Life on Star."

She looks weird.

Mars.

What?

Life on Mars.

Sweetie, now, are you sure
that you don't want Mr. Frankel

to accompany you on piano?

No, thank you.

OK.

It's a God-awful small
affair to the girl

with the mousy hair.

But her mommy is yelling
"no," and her daddy

has told her to go.

But the film is a
saddening bore, for she's

lived it ten times or more.

She could spit in
the eyes of fools,

as they ask her to
focus on sailors

fighting in the dance hall!

Oh man, look at
those cavemen go.

It's the freakiest show.

Take a look at the lawman
beating up the wrong guy.

This is not what we practiced.

EMILY: Oh man!

Do you think he'll ever know?

He's in the best-selling show?

Is there life on Mars?

Please.

Good.
All right.

All right.

It's OK.

Was that supposed
to be about us?

No.

Well it sure sounded like a
com-- con-- com-dam-nation.

I like the song.

Oh don't bullshit
us, young lady,

nobody could like that song.

You picked that song,
deliberately to humiliate us.

I promise I didn't

Everybody else
did a poem and you,

you sing a song by a druggie
and-- what's his name?

It's Bowie something,
I don't know.

He's English.

I'm sorry.

Oh, please, save it.

Oh, and why?

Those stupid, tight--

Shh, shh.

You mother is-- your
mother is correct.

They are ugly.

I hope you are aware that
your father is not well.

So do it.

Are you sure?

Yes.

OK.

Here we go.

Is this what you want?

It didn't hurt, you know?

Guys, look.

What is it?

A geode, my mom found it.

It's so pretty.

We found it in the driveway.

There might be hundreds of them.

M&M?

I'm not allowed.

Oh, fiddledeedee.

Paul and I are going
to Mexico in the summer

to search for gold.

Aren't we, Paul?

Sure.

Sure we are, and then maybe to
Alaska to see the giant whales.

I think it's much better
to see things in real life

than in books, don't you?

Good morning, Mr. Pomeroy.

Oh dear, not again.

I'm afraid so.

He was up almost the entire
night, and at one point

his throat almost
started to close.

Good heavens, that's horrible.

I tried to stay as calm
as I could, you know,

because I didn't
want to frighten him.

Well you know you
did the right thing.

That's absolutely the
right thing to do.

But I was just a second
away from calling 911.

Do you know that we once
had a little girl here,

who, as it turned out was
allergic to the silverware

in the cafeteria?

Really?

Yeah.

And as soon as she switched to
plastic-ware, cleared right up.

That's good.

But Paul, he just
seems so normal.

Normal?

Healthy.

I mean who would suspect
that he would have

all of these crazy allergies?

Do you think that it could
be something at home?

Why would you say that?

Well you know, I was
speaking to Ms. Silken,

and she doesn't seem
to think that he's

allergic to anything here.

You know, it's funny
that you should say that,

because I was actually
thinking the same thing.

I was thinking, that
it could be a mold

that we can't see in our house.

In the walls?

Mm hmm.

Oh my gosh.

You know what I've been
reading, in the news media

about these awful
kinds of molds?

You should see some
of the other patients?

What other-- what
other patients?

Bumps all over.

Little red bumps?

You mean like a chicken
pox kind of a bump?

There's this one beautiful
little girl with skin

that is almost translucent.

She's allergic to clothes.

To clothes?

Where is he?

Um, I-- I-- I told Ms.
Silken that you'd be

here 15 minutes ago so I-- I--

PAUL: Hi, mom.

They should be-- look.

Oh, hi.

I'm Ms. Silken.

It's so nice to
finally meet you.

Paul speaks very highly of you.

Oh.

Well I speak very highly of him.

You ready, kiddo?

We're almost late.

Sure.

OK.

So if the doctor
says everything's OK,

he'll be back in
school tomorrow.

I'm sure he's fine.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye, Ms. Silken.

I thought maybe afterwards
we can take a trip?

Real or imaginary?

Is there are difference?

Do I have an
appointment this time?

I told you, sweetie,
we'll have to see if Dr.

Brown can squeeze you in.

Why do we keep having to check?

Can't you make a
real appointment?

Now you wait here
while I check.

I think I'm missing
to much school.

You will be fine, trust me.

you already know everything
they are teaching you anyway.

You don't even need
to go to school.

But I want to go to school.

I'll be right back.

PAUL: Why couldn't
Dr. Brown take me?

Maybe next Wednesday.

Hey, we haven't been on
a roam-about in so long!

There you go.

Good.

OK.

We have Cornish game
hen, chocolate milk,

licorice, ding-dongs, radishes
to dip in butter and salt,

just like you like them.

Mom, what are we doing here?

We're going to go see an
ancient Indian chief, who

knows all the secrets
of the universe.

Where are you going?

Hey!

Hello, mom, hello?

I thought you're supposed
to take me to a doctor?

Hey!

Loverboy!

Shit.

Where is he?

He's with the nurse.

He refuses to come in.

His pants are wet.

He's-- he seems very upset.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Perhaps it's the needles.

But he has to keep going.

There is no doctor.

Excuse me?

What sort of nonsense is this?

My doctor-- my son and I were
at a doctor's appointment

and you, Missy, are out of line.

Why don't we come
into my office?

Whatever you feel, you
really aren't alone.

So many mothers are
having difficulty

with this transition.

We have a buddy system here
where the fifth graders

buddy with the first graders for
the first few weeks of school.

I was thinking, what
about with the moms?

Old and new moms?

I mean it's a huge
change for everyone.

Sure.

Intriguing.

Well maybe you can help me.

You're not working, right?

I run a cell lab,
fluorescence research mostly.

Really?

You're a scientist,
wow, good for you.

That must be difficult,
being a single mom.

I mean, I hope there's a dad
somewhere to give you a break

when you need to take a break.

I'm not looking for
breaks for my child.

But Paul's been handling
first grade beautifully,

especially considering
not knowing the other kids

from kindergarten.

I mean, he's the first
to hang up his jacket,

he likes work in the block area
or even the writer's notebook,

he's social.

Excuse me, Ms. Silken,
are you aware of Paul's

exceptional capabilities?

All my children are special.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

He is not just any child.

His intelligence is
remarkable, and his creativity

is breath-taking.

Well, he is a very
hard worker and that

helps him to keep up with
some of the stronger students.

How old are you?

What?

I'm 26.

Well, perhaps in your
extensive studies,

you've heard of the
educator Maria Montessori?

It was who said, and I believe
I'm accurate in my words,

that the conventional classroom
is a place where children

are like butterflies, mounted on
pins, fastened to their places.

Look, this is not
going anywhere.

We need to keep
the focus on Paul.

Surely, if not
Montessori, Emerson.

You have heard of
Emerson I hope?

He is for all intents and
purposes, Paul's father.

Emerson says you will always
find people who think they know

your duty better than you do.

Ms. Stahl, please sit down.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, let me use
more primitive language.

I absolutely do not,
and will never consider

my son with anyone else.

I'm sorry.

Despite craving, you
may not have Paul.

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
Mrs. Harker, I

am no longer outside her
door, ringing, waiting.

She is here, ready to guide me
to where I can safely take you.

When you wake, the
tooth fairy will have

a perfect new dollar for you.

I wanted to sleep too?

Yes.

I will always be
beside you, Loverboy.

Possible double-suicide, wife.

One male, one female.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Was
there ever a mother

who loved her son more?

Loverboy and Ms. Darling,
together, forever.

Poof, we are gone.

Jesus.

Paul?

Paul?

Wake up.

Wake up, Paul.

Paul, wake up.

Wake up.

Help!

Help!

Somebody help!

Please!

Help!

Help!

Somebody!

Please help!

Is this where you
guys came together?

Yeah.

She wasn't like the
other mothers, was she?

No.

EMILY (VOICEOVER): Long ago,
giants walked the Earth.

Do you miss her?

Forever.

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
And when they died,

their bodies shrunk,
but their spirits grew.

Go on.

What do I do?

Whisper them your dreams,
and we'll carry them

away to where they need to go.

And where's that?

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
All people are giants.

They can see beyond the hills,
past the sky, and into forever.

Come on.

I'm scared.

Remember, whenever
you're scared,

it means there's opportunity.

Your mom wasn't scared, right?

Not here.

EMILY (VOICEOVER):
You must never

forget to imagine, Loverboy.

Just over there, beyond
a road, beyond a tree,

beyond the horizon, I am
waiting for you, Paul.