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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.