All language subtitles for O Telefone do Sr. Harrigan 2022 1080p WEB-DL DUAL 5.1

[ominous music playing]

[ominous music continues]

[boy] "When the gods wish to punish us,
they answer our prayers."

Oscar Wilde wrote that.

We didn't read that book.

Maybe we should have.

[ominous music fades]

[indistinct chatter]

[boy] Harlow, Maine, is really not a town
but a village and still is,

although I've moved away.

There's a six-room elementary
and middle school house.

There's Howie's Market,

where they sell groceries
and Red Devil lotto tickets.

Gates Falls is the next town over
and bigger.

It has my dad's
favorite restaurant, Mondello's.

And we'd go there
whenever he won salesman of the month,

which used to be often
but now, not so much

since Mom died.

Harlow also has Castle Lake
and the Ledges,

where the pine needles
give way to bare rock,

which is New England's ultimate truth.

But before I talk about
the big-money lottery ticket,

the shit show with Kenny Yankovich,
and everyone dying,

I should tell you about how I happened
to go to work for Mr. Harrigan.

It was because of church.

♪ This is my story ♪

♪ This is my song ♪

♪ Praising my Savior... ♪

[door slams shut]

[organ playing]

[organ stops]

Second Samuel chapter 1, verses 19 and 20.

"The beauty of Israel
is slain upon the high places."

"How are the mighty fallen!"

"Tell it not in Gath,

publish it not
in the streets of Askelon."

"Lest the daughters
of the Philistines rejoice."

"Lest the daughters
of the uncircumcised triumph."

[reverend] Thank you, Craig.

Pretty nice, huh?

I'm so glad you're here this morning...

[pensive music playing]

[Craig] Since that day, I've wondered

what if...

and why me.

[car approaching]

[door opens]

- Why did he choose me?
- [door closes]

John Harrigan was the richest guy
in Maine. A billionaire.

I wonder if I can have a word
with your son.

[Craig] His eyes were failing,

and he wanted to hire someone
to read books to him.

There were other kids,
older kids, better readers.

Was it because he knew
five dollars an hour would be attractive

to a boy looking for any chance
to get out of a lonely house?

Or something else,

something I'd have to discover?

[pensive music continues]

[door rattles, creaks]

Hi, my name is...

I know who you are.

All the way back and to the right.

[pensive music continues]

[footsteps echo]

[clock chiming]

"...for passion alone is awake to it."

"And when passion is dead or absent,

then the magnificent throb of beauty
is incomprehensible

and even a little despicable."

"Warm, live beauty of contact,
so much deeper than the beauty of wisdom."

[pensive music continues]

[young Craig]
"'What is money, after all?'"

"'I mean, Papa, what can it do?'"

"Mr. Dombey drew his chair back
to its former place

and patted him on the head."

"'You'll know better by and by,
my man, ' he said."

"'Money, Paul, can do anything.'"

[music fades]

[sentimental music playing]

[Craig] As much as I missed her,

my father missed her even more.

Without her around,
he seemed sad and hollow.

I had this weird kid thing.

Like, somehow,
my mom's death was my fault.

That I was responsible for it.

That I controlled it.

And if I controlled it...

I could have stopped it.

[sentimental music continues]

- [John] What are you doing?
- Um, it's nothing, sorry.

It doesn't concern you.

Do you have a question?

If you do, I will answer it.

What's in the closet?

Secrets.

Terrible secrets.

"Did he live his life again
in every detail of desire, temptation,

and surrender during that supreme moment
of complete knowledge?"

"He cried in a whisper at some image,
at some vision."

"He cried out twice."

"A cry that was no more than a breath."

"'The horror. The horror.'"

"'The horror.'"

"'The horror.'"

Do you understand what you just read?

Do you understand what Conrad is saying?

I think I do.

Mm.

It is payday, Craig.

[young Craig] Thank you.

Do you ever read when I'm not here?

[grunts]

Yes, I read this.

Aren't they kinda boring?

[John] "Boring"?

I find finance exhilarating.

Do you remember Dombey and Son?

Second book we read. I read.

Dombey was trying to help his son
understand that the true value of money

is not measured in worth.

The true value of money

is measured in power.

But the boy, Paul, he asked,

"Why didn't money save my mama?"
or something.

And he asked his father
if money was cruel.

It can be cruel if used properly.

- [pensive music playing]
- [keys tapping]

[Craig] John Harrigan wasn't well-liked.

He'd never been married,
never had children,

and had no connection
to whatever family he had left.

Maybe that's why he seemed so lonely.

Maybe he took that loneliness
out on others.

It was a feeling I understood.

[music fades]

[dad] You know, your mom thought
that playing the lotto was gambling.

If she knew I was letting you work
with Harrigan and scratching Red Devils,

she'd roll over in her grave.

[dishes clatter]

All right. Go ahead.

- Where you going?
- Gonna use my lucky dime.

[Craig] That was the first.

But from that day on,

I could count on four envelopes
hand-addressed to me each year.

Valentine's Day, my birthday in September,

Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

[whimsical music playing]

Zilch.

He's a cheapster. Pays you cheap wages.
Gives you a cheap bonus.

A one-dollar Red Devil ticket
from Howie's?

So, what you said earlier about Mom,
what does that really mean?

[dad] What?

Roll over in your grave.

Oh, um... [chuckles]

It's just an old saying. Um...

I guess it just means
once a person has been laid to rest,

they shouldn't worry
about things above ground

in the living world.

Okay.

[young Craig] "'All right, kids, '
Rocky said into the microphone."

"'A little sprint
before the rest of the period.'"

"'Give, '" he said to the orchestra,

clapping his hands together
and stamping on the platform,

keeping time to the music."

"In a moment, the customers
were clapping their hands together

and stamping too."

"We were all milling around
in the middle of the floor,

all of us watching
the minute hand of the clock,

when suddenly,
Kid Kamm, of couple number 18,

began slapping his partner on the cheek."

"He was holding her up with his left hand,

slapping her backwards and forwards
with his right hand."

"But she did not respond.
She was dead to the world."

[young Craig, Craig]
"She gurgled a couple of times..."

"...and then slid to the floor."

"The floor judge blew his whistle,

and all the customers
jumped to their feet, excited."

"Customers at a marathon dance
do not have to be prepared..."

That's enough.

[soft piano music playing]

The first time we read this,
I didn't quite understand the title.

And what does it mean to you now?

Um, that if horses in pain
can be put out of their misery,

why can't humans be
afforded the same gift?

The gift of death.

[exhales sharply]

To nevermore feel pain

or fret

or worry.

[Craig] I'd been reading to him
three times a week for five years

and only missed once

when I had an achy spring flu.

I felt bad about missing
because I'd begun to wonder

if our time together
was the high point of his week,

giving him something to look forward to,
something to live for.

["Black Lips" by Veni Vidi Vici playing]

♪ Mirror, mirror on the wall ♪

♪ Who's the greatest of them all? ♪

♪ My man Muhammad... ♪

[Craig] As a rite of passage,
all Harlow kids

go to Gates Falls for high school
since Harlow doesn't have one.

♪ 'Cause I came... ♪

[Craig] Billy Ueberroth's older brother,
Mike, or U-Boat, as everybody called him...

[laughs hysterically]

...had already been in the deep end,
came out unscathed,

and had agreed to show us the ropes
if we paid him.

♪ All y'all ♪

♪ People look towards Mecca's way... ♪

Sweet.

♪ Sistine Chapel... ♪

Boys and girls, time to show you
where the bodies are buried.

And stop.

Give me your eyes and ears.

Dangers lie ahead.

Now on your left...

Don't stare. Don't venture over there

unless you're looking for a black eye,
lung cancer, or a tattoo.

You see, hazing is forbidden
at Gates Falls High,

but that doesn't mean it don't happen.

["Atlas" by Battles playing]

You're gonna have to steel yourself.
Acquire a cold eye and a mean look.

Don't take any shit

or your years here will be hell.
It's just like prison.

- Do your time under the radar.
- [loud thud]

[can clatters]

Thanks, U-Boat!

And don't think all this
doesn't apply to you, Margie.

Those senior girls are mean as pythons.

They don't strike at once

but enjoy squeezing the life out of you
over the course of the year.

Don't ever go in there.

Last stop on the tour.

The cafeteria.
This is where the popular kids hang out.

They all have smartphones.

Motorola Razer.
Samsung table over there in the corner.

And that is the Apple table.

What...

iPhones just came out.
How did they get them?

Because they're the popular kids.

We gotta get phones.

[bell ringing]

[Craig] When you grow up in a small town

and are suddenly exposed
to an alien world,

your universe expands.

You see strange and different faces.

Some of them are friendly,

but others, sometimes others
seem drawn to you in a dark way,

to not like you and for no reason.

Hey! How you doing?
I saw you earlier, Short Bus.

Take it.

Look inside.

Shoe polish?

Every freshman shines.
You're gonna shine mine on the shitter.

- I have to get to class.
- No, not until you shine my boots.

- No.
- No is a mistake you don't wanna make.

Shine my boots,
or I feed this can of polish to you.

[woman] Boys.

Is there a problem here?

No. All good.

What's in the bag? It wouldn't happen
to be a hazing kit, would it?

No.

[chuckles nervously]

- I gotta get to class.
- Wait.

- What's your name?
- Um, Craig.

What's in the bag, Craig?

Um...

It's...

half a sandwich.

He was asking me if I wanted it.

Hmm.

Okay.

You're gonna regret this.

I just saved your ass.
You should be saying thank you.

Fuck your thanks, new boy.

- You don't know me. What did I do to you?
- You tried to show me up.

You just should've shined, Short Bus.

You should've shined.

[dad] Hey, there he is.

First day of high school. How was it?

Good.

[dad] That's it? Just good?

[scoffs]

Okay, it was great.

You have, uh, all the right supplies?

[Craig] Yeah.

- What about your teachers? You like 'em?
- Good, Dad. It's all good. Okay?

Yeah, okay.

Well, if you... you need anything, just, uh...

All right.

Dad.

Yeah.

Can I get a cell phone?

What do you need a cell phone for?

For instance, I needed help
or I needed to call 911.

[chuckles softly]

We live in a town so small,
you can shout, and they'll show up.

[softly] Okay.

"Jurgis would find out these things
for himself if he stayed long enough."

"It was the men
who had to do all the dirty jobs,

and so there was no deceiving them."

"And they caught the spirit of the place
and did like all the rest."

"Jurgis had come there

and thought he was going
to make himself useful, rise,

and become a skilled man,

but he would soon find out his error,

for nobody rose in Packingtown
by doing good work."

Enough! E...

[scoffs]

I had forgotten how much I despised
that socialist claptrap.

[Craig] So, you think that Sinclair
was wrong and that you can get ahead

by doing good work
and following the rules?

Craig, Craig, Craig.

Don't misunderstand.

I admire hard work.

I love smart work.

You have to be
fiercely competitive to survive.

To be first, you have to be bold.

You have to be ruthless.

Don't ask for what you need.

Ask for... No, no! Don't ask.

Demand what you want.

- [Craig] Mr. Harrigan.
- [John] Yes?

In your life,
has anyone ever tried to bully you

or take advantage of you?

At work, I mean.

[John] Every single day.

And how'd you deal with that?

Harshly.

[wind gusting]

Look at that.

[chuckles softly]

Wow!

That is...

Huh? I'll... I'll wear it
next time we go to Mondello's.

Hey, uh, you got a couple too.

Open the small one first.
Save mine for last.

Mr. Harrigan.

- Gosh, I wonder what it could be.
- [chuckles]

Surprise.

- [Craig] Be right back.
- Yeah.

[pensive music playing]

I won!

- Oh, really? How much?
- You're not gonna believe it.

A million.

$3,000!

That's... that... that's a winner.

That... that's gonna be
a tough gift to beat.

Um, maybe you should've opened mine first.

[wrapping tearing]

Um...

- Yeah.
- [chuckles] Dad.

Hey.

You're welcome, son.

The girl at the store helped me out.
It's all set up, charged, ready to go.

Who you gonna call first?

Mm-mmm.

[phone ringing]

[John sighs]

[phone rings]

Hello?

[Craig] Merry Christmas, Mr. Harrigan.

- Craig?
- It's Craig, yeah.

Where are you? It sounds like
you're on the other side of the moon.

[laughs] I'm actually on my cell phone.

Oh no. They're filled with radiation.

How may I help?

I was just calling to tell you
that your gift, the scratch-off, I won.

I won $3,000.

Oh, good.

Well, one of those things
finally paid off.

Thank you.

Um, it was nice of you to give it to me.

It was nothing, you know? Um...

I... I hand them out to friends.

Is that all, Craig?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Merry Christmas.

All right. Merry...

["2080" by Yeasayer playing]

[Billy] Man, being back
after a holiday sucks.

- What's your hurry, Craig?
- Yeah, where are you going?

[Billy] What?

- You're shitting me!
- [U-Boat] No.

♪ I can't sleep when I think about
The times we're living in... ♪

No.

♪ I can't sleep when I think about
The future I was born into ♪

[Craig] Margie, Billy, and U-Boat
all got phones shortly thereafter,

though I had the only iPhone,
and Billy and U-Boat had to share a Razer.

[bell ringing]

♪ With no Berlin Wall
What the hell you gonna do? ♪

♪ It's a new year, I'm glad to be here ♪

♪ It's a fresh spring, so let's sing ♪

♪ In 2080, I'll surely be dead ♪

♪ So don't look ahead, ever look ahead ♪

- ♪ It's a new year, I'm glad to be here ♪
- [music fades]

Thanks.

Craig, there's something
I've been meaning to speak with you about.

We've had this arrangement
for a long, long time.

And it strikes me that
you are a far different person now

from who you were when we started.

My question is,

why do you continue to come here?

Do you want me to stop?

No, no, no.

Then, what?

Surely there are sports clubs and girls

who could better occupy your time.

And yet, here you are three days a week.

Why?

Is it out of some sense of obligation?

Not at all. No.

Well, then, why?

Because I enjoy our time together.

[sighs]

Why?

[sentimental music playing]

I come here because I...

I like the smell of your books.

I come here because I love our talks.
I come here because, when I read out loud,

it gives me a sense of power
that I don't have outside of this room.

I come here because I want to.

I'll see you Thursday.

[sentimental music continues]

[TV indistinctly playing]

I know what I wanna do
with the lotto money.

That money is going into the college fund
like we agreed.

Well, you said most of it
was going into the college fund.

How often do I buy things?

- [breathes deeply]
- [TV shuts off]

Almost never.

Well, I know what I wanna do
with the rest of it.

- [Craig] Afternoon, Pete.
- Afternoon.

- [Craig] Hi, Edna.
- Hello, boy.

[Craig] Thank you.

[John] There you are.

- Mr. Harrigan, I brought you something.
- I don't need anything.

Thank you.

I appreciate the sentiment.

But, no.

- I suggest you give this to your father.
- He told me you'd say that.

A wise man, he.

Henry David Thoreau said,

"We don't own things. Things own us."

I don't have a television

because if I did,
I would spend my time watching it.

I have a radio in the car,
but I don't have a radio in the house,

even though I like a bit of
country and western from time to time.

And if I had that,
I would waste more time.

- Okay, let me just...
- No, no, no.

I'm beginning to wish that
that scratch ticket had not been a winner.

- You see these?
- Mm-hmm.

These are called icons.

This one is for the stock market.

I have a subscription
to the Wall Street Journal.

Right, but the Wall Street Journal
can't do this.

- Are those numbers in real time?
- Yup.

Well, they might be
a minute or two behind, I guess.

I'll be darned.

I mean, it's like having
your own stock ticker,

like the magnates
used to have in their mansions.

Yeah. And if you wanna
read the Journal or Forbes

or... or anything like that, you can.

"Barton Instruments
announces closings." [groans]

It's not in here.

'Cause that's yesterday's.

You get it a day late. Everyone does.
But this, this is today's.

I've been arrogant, Craig.

I am going to keep this, after all.

For a while anyway.

I'm glad.

Could you bring me the phone
from the desk?

[chuckles] Well, you can use this to call.

- Yes?
- Yeah.

It's what it's mostly for.

You just dial the number that you want.
Touch it with your fingers.

- And you have four bars.
- "Bars"?

'Cause of the new cell tower. Never mind.

- Is that better?
- [Craig] Yeah, that's good.

Chick.

It's John Harrigan.

I have a cell phone now.

I want to make an adjustment
to my portfolio.

Yes.

[dad] Well? Did he like it?

No.

I warned you.

He loved it.

[John] And I can set an alarm...

[Craig] Each visit, before I read,
I'd teach him new ways to use his phone.

I introduced him to the Internet,

to Yahoo!, and Google.

Taught him how to text,
how to create a voice mail...

[John] I'm not answering my phone now.

I will call you back
if it seems appropriate.

[Craig] All right?

[John] I'm not answering my phone now.

I will call you back
if it seems appropriate.

- I'm not sure I'd want you to call back.
- Perfect.

[Craig] ...and even how
to personalize his phone.

- Let's give you a handle.
- Handle?

No. A handle's like a nickname.

So when you call me or text me,
that's the name that pops up on my phone.

You want me to give me a nickname?

Maybe it could be something
that other people call you. Here.

[John] Newspapers used to call me this.

It was not meant as a compliment.

Pirate King. Wicked.
Has anyone called you yet?

No. Sales pitches and wrong numbers.

I could not abide the sound
of that xylophone.

Let's give you another ringtone.

[Craig] Uh...

[harp playing]

- Better?
- [John] Yeah, better.

- I still won't answer it.
- Even if it's me?

How would I know?

- You like country and western, right?
- [John] I do.

- [Craig] What's your favorite song?
- There are so many.

Tammy Wynette. "Stand By Your Man."

[Craig] Ringtones.

- This one?
- ♪ Stand by your man... ♪

Yeah. That's lovely.

Listen to it.

I can do this.

There. "Stand By Your Man."
Okay. Here you go.

Okay. Now call me.
I'm in your favorites there.

[line ringing]

♪ Stand by your man... ♪

Yeah. Now we know
when the other is calling.

Yes. Good.

- [ringtone stops]
- [sighs]

All right. What should we read today?

You all right?

No.

No. There's something troubling me.

Maybe you can explain it.

I've been reading articles
on this phone for a month now.

And they've all been free.

- Yeah?
- No.

I'm reading something for free
that people pay good money for.

It's great, right?

No, it's not!

Giving information away

runs counter to everything I understand
about successful business practices.

The World Wide Web
is like a broken water main,

but instead of water,
it's spewing information every which way.

I don't understand.
Is it a come-on or what?

I'm asking, Craig.

Kind of like the Fryeburg Fair,

where the first game is usually free.

[scoffs]

And we're still on the first game.

Fryeburg Fair.

And there are no advertisements
on these sites.

Ads are the lifeblood of newspapers.

How will they survive?

I don't think this is a come-on.

I think it's a gateway drug.

I've already noticed

that my Google search responses
are on the side of financial information.

It knows what I want.

What's gonna happen
when they close the water main?

No more freebies.

Oh, and false information
becomes common and accepted as true.

And what happens
when they start using this

to spread more nonsense
than is already out there?

Newspapers, journalists, politicians...

All of us need to be
very frightened by this gizmo.

- Hmm.
- [phone keyboard clacking]

I'll go help Pete.

[pensive music playing]

[Craig] He stared at his phone
like it was a Magic 8 Ball.

And on that day, in a matter of seconds,

Mr. Harrigan predicted the future.

The future of the Internet,
the future of news, of fake news,

social media, of paywalls and spam,

of Julian Assange
and Edward Snowden, and the world.

Good morning, Craig.

Oh, good morning, Ms. Hart.

- [message whoosh]
- [tender music playing]

[message whoosh]

- [tense music playing]
- Is that a smartphone?

Yes, it's an iPhone.

Okay, I see you, rich kid.

- Do you wanna see mine?
- Sure.

It's really cool. It's got this huge...

Oh...

Oh, that's right. I don't have one.

Um...

Can I see yours?

Um, okay.

Thank you.

Whoa.

Neat.

Heads up.

[Craig] "But that is the beginning
of a new story."

"The story of the gradual renewal
of a man."

"The story of his gradual regeneration,

of his passing
from one world into another,

of his initiation
into a new unknown life."

"That might be the subject of a new story,
but our present story is ended."

[phone keyboard clacking]

[loud thud]

[John laughs] Apologies.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

Well done.

I do enjoy the occasional
bleak Russian novel.

Would you go in the center drawer
of my desk and retrieve my checkbook?

Thank you.

Find it?

Thank you.

[Craig] That's new. The tank.
Is everything okay?

So I use it at night mostly.

There's something
I always wanted to ask you.

[John] Mm.

Why did you move here?

To Harlow?

You could live anywhere.

As someone who's lived in the city
his entire life,

I wanted to live in the country.

I looked at many places,
and finally, I settled here.

There are views,

but none of them are spectacular.

Spectacular views attract people.

And I do not much like people.

[soft piano music playing]

No one asks things of me.

I wanted a place...

where no one asked things of me.

Because when they do,

I almost invariably answer.

And you, is there a place other than here
where you would like to live?

[Craig] Um, maybe Los Angeles.

Maybe I could write for the movies.

Well, I suppose someone has to do it.

And would you long for home,

to see your father's face
or put flowers on your mother's grave?

Yeah. I... I would come back
every once in a while.

Well, if you do go
to that godforsaken place

and enter that enterprise,

know that it is difficult and unfair,

and you will make enemies.

Lord knows I did.

Yeah, I know.

Craig, I need you to promise me something.

Okay.

When you cross their path,

you will dispatch them with haste.

These enemies.

[chuckles] Dispatch.

With haste.

And feel not one iota of guilt
for having done so.

Promise me.

Promise me!

[piano music fades]

Okay.

I promise you.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Harrigan.

My pleasure, Craig.

All of it.

[sentimental music playing]

[Craig] I found him
both terrifying and exciting.

Even in his weakened state, he had power.

He may have even been dangerous.

But I was his friend.

He said it.

And judging from
the untouched scratch-offs in his drawer,

I don't think he had too many.

[phone keyboard clacking]

[message whoosh]

[doorbell rings]

[humming]

[door hinge creaking]

[oxygen hissing]

Mr. Harrigan?

[oxygen continues hissing]

♪ Stand by your man ♪

♪ And show the world you love him ♪

[ringtone stops]

[oxygen continues hissing]

[ominous music playing]

Mr. Harrigan?

Mr. Harrigan?

Sir?

[shuddered breathing]

- [phone ringing]
- Will you excuse me? This is my son.

Craig?

[spluttering]

It's Mr. Harrigan. I think...

I think he's dead.

- He's not breathing. I think he's...
- Where are the housekeepers?

It's Tuesday.

They're... they're not here.

Okay, listen to me.

Uh, you just wait there.

Go ahead and wait outside,
and I'll call an ambulance, okay?

[somber music playing]

[Craig] "It was the best of times."

"It was the worst of times."

"It was the age of wisdom,
and it was the age of foolishness."

[sobs] "It was the epoch of belief."

"It was the epoch of incredulity."

"It was the season of Light.
It was the season of Darkness."

"It was the spring of hope,
and it was the winter of despair."

"We had everything before us,
and we had nothing before us."

"We were all going direct to heaven."

"We were all going direct the other way."

I'm gonna go to bed.

[somber music continues]

[tuts]

Shit.

[message whoosh]

"Let all bitterness, and wrath,
and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking

be put away from you with all malice."

"And be ye kind one to another,

tenderhearted, forgiving one another,

even as God, for Christ's sake,
hath forgiven you."

[organ playing]

Wanna take a last look?

I wanna wait. I wanna be last.

Take your time. I'll meet you outside.

[somber music playing]

[Craig] He was wearing a suit
I'd never seen before,

and the funeral guy had rouged him up
a bit so he'd look healthy,

except healthy people
don't lie in coffins with their eyes shut.

[reverend] Many, who've come
from far and wide,

respected John's...

[Craig] Mr. Harrigan was buried
very near my mother.

I'd only been to her grave once.

Dad visited her weekly, but I stayed away.

I guess because if I did visit...

I'd know she was gone forever.

[reverend] John Harrigan
was a tough shell to crack,

but I knew he was a fair man.

I wonder if he'd be surprised
that people showed up today.

[somber music continues]

Excuse me. You're Craig, right?

Yes, sir.

I'm Chick Rafferty. I handle...
handled John Harrigan's finances.

I was hoping to have a quick chat.

It concerns you having
something of Mr. Harrigan's.

Uh, I... [chuckles nervously]

You should hear from his lawyers
in a week or so.

- Am I in trouble?
- Yeah. What is this about?

Don't worry. It's a good thing.

Well, this should explain it all.

I received it two months ago

and was instructed to hold it
until such an occasion as this.

Well, have a good day.

What?

I think you might be in the will.

Should I open it now?

[pensive music playing]

[engine starts]

[Craig] "Craig, if you're reading this,
I've died."

"I have left you $800,000 in trust."

"The trustees are your father
and Charles Rafferty."

"My business manager
will now serve as my executor."

"I calculate the sum should be sufficient
to see you through four years of college..."

[Craig, John] ...and any postgraduate work
you may choose.

[John] Enough should remain
to give you a start in your chosen career.

You spoke of screenwriting,
and if it's what you want,

then, of course, you must pursue it
but know that I do not approve.

There is a vulgar joke
about screenwriters.

I will not repeat it here,

but by all means, find it on your phone.

Keywords "screenwriter" and "starlet."

Films are ephemeral, while books,
good ones, are eternal or close to it.

"You have read me many good ones,
but others are waiting to be written."

"This is all I will say."

"Even with school expenses,
your 800,000 may grow to a million or more

by the time you reach the age of 26,
when the trust will expire,

and you can spend
or invest the rest as you choose."

"PS. I will miss
our afternoons together too."

[intriguing music playing]

What is it?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

[rain pattering]

[pensive music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[line ringing]

[John voice mail]
I'm not answering my phone now.

I will call you back
if it seems appropriate.

[beep]

[Craig] I miss you, Mr. Harrigan.

I appreciate all the money
that you gave me,

but I'd give it back
to have you still around.

I know that probably sounds
like a lie, but it's not.

It really isn't.

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[knocking at door]

You up?

- Yeah.
- [dad] Making breakfast.

[sighs]

[intriguing music playing]

Dad!

He's not dead.
Mr. Harrigan, not at 2:30 this morning.

- [dad] "C-C-C."
- We gotta dig him up.

- We buried him alive.
- What are you talking about?

We have to get somebody out there.
We have to get bulldozers and...

Craig, stop. Stop. What... what is going on?

- I put his phone in his casket.
- Why did you put his phone in the casket?

I know I shouldn't have done it.
I know it's creepy, but I did. Now this.

Yeah, well, gotta be
an explanation for this.

Somebody hacked his phone.
They... they cloned it.

They're just playing
a practical joke on you.

If it's a practical joke,
why isn't it something funny like,

Uh, "Help, I'm trapped in a box"?

That actually is funny.

Why is it two A's and my initial
three times? Doesn't make any sense.

We have to go. We have to check on him.

No, we don't, and I'm gonna tell you why.

- Sit down.
- No.

Craig, sit down.

John Harrigan died unattended.

And because of this, there was an autopsy,

which is how they found out
he died of heart disease.

They cut him open?

Yeah.

I don't like telling you that.
I don't want that preying on your mind.

But it's better than having you think
that he was buried alive?

He wasn't. He couldn't have been.

He's dead.

You understand?

Yes.

[bike clatters]

[tense music playing]

- ♪ Stand by... ♪
- [gasps]

[panting]

[door hinge creaking]

What are you doing here, boy?

Thank you.

Are you all right, Craig?

Yes.

He said he was gonna leave you something.

- Did he?
- He did.

He was very generous.

Took care of me and Pete too.

Yeah. He was a...

he was a good man, wasn't he?

He was square-dealing,
but you didn't wanna be on his bad side.

What do you mean?

You remember Dusty Bilodeau?

Bilodeaus that lived over
at Black Bear Trailer Park.

Oh, I've seen it. What about him?

He was the gardener afore Pete
but wasn't eight months on the job

when Mr. Harrigan caught him stealing
and fired his butt.

Dusty didn't apologize. Just left.
Thought that was the end of it.

It wasn't. [exhales]

What happened to him?
What happened to Dusty?

I've said enough.

Is there anything you want from the house?
Something to remember him by?

[sentimental music playing]

Um...

I don't know. An orchid, maybe?

Yes, dear.

Take an orchid.

[sentimental music continues]

[Craig] Chick Rafferty kept Edna and Pete
on to keep up the place.

A "for sale" sign
from a Portland realty company went up,

and a few people came to look.

After all the turmoil
with the hacked phone,

the world slowed down a bit for me.

School was fine,
and I even enjoyed my classes.

["Sailing To Byzantium" by Liars playing]

[indistinct chattering]

[Craig] Ms. Hart taught the sciences,

and she was
the best teacher at the school.

Can anyone tell me
where the majority of our...

Craig.

Marine life contributes 70% of our oxygen.

That's right.

You're 100% right.

♪ And don't come back ♪

♪ Till you've been heard ♪

♪ By those who know... ♪

[Craig] Kenny Yankovich got expelled
the final time for selling pot on campus.

He thought I ratted on him, but I didn't.

Though I can't say I wasn't happy
not to see him every day.

Like most places,
Gates Falls High had school functions.

And the one at the end of
the first semester was the winter dance.

One of those Sadie Hawkins kind of deals
where the girls ask the boys.

I had a gut feeling
Margie was gonna ask me,

but I didn't like her,
you know, like that.

So I was hoping to get another invite.

["Bubbly" playing]

♪ 'Cause every time
You hold me in your arms ♪

♪ I'm comfortable enough
To feel your warmth ♪

♪ It starts in my soul
And I lose all control ♪

♪ When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows ♪

♪ 'Cause you make me smile, baby
Just take your time now ♪

♪ Holding me tight wherever you go ♪

♪ Forever, forever... ♪

- I have to use the ladies' room.
- I'll walk with you.

[male singer] We have
two more songs for you tonight.

I'll wait for you.

You're a dead man.

[Craig] What are you doing?

- Get off of me.
- [Kenny] I'm gonna kill you.

- I know it was you who narced on me!
- Wasn't me...

Why? Why? Why did you
have to do that, man? Why?

Now I have to kick your ass. [grunts]

[grunting]

I didn't wanna hurt you.

- [groans]
- But...

- [thud]
- [whimpers]

[car engine starts]

If you tell anyone about this,
you're dead.

Craig!

[tense music playing]

[Ms. Hart] Okay, there we go.

Regina, go to the gym and tell Mr. Taylor
I'll be back in ten minutes.

Have him call Craig's father.

You know I gotta report this, right?
Was it Yankovich?

It wasn't Kenny,

which is good.

See, if it was him,
I bet he'd get arrested

'cause he's already expelled.

Then there'd be a trial,
and then I'd have to go into court,

and everyone would know.

[Ms. Hart] And what happens
when he beats the next person up?

Hold it.

[Craig breathes deeply]

I just wanna get by.

You know what, Craig? I think you will.

[wrapper tearing]

Okay. Let me get this lip.

Come here.

You're not... Ouch.

Sorry.

You're not from here, are you?

I'm from Boston.

Well, Lowell,
but I went to college in Boston.

[Craig] Where?

Emerson.

[Ms. Hart] What's up?

No, nothing. Just... you smell good.

- It's just soap.
- Okay.

Yeah, it's Booth Bay soap.
You can find it in Gates Falls.

It's really nice.
You should grab some for your...

I mean, you can get it for anyone, so...

Thank you.

For cleaning me up and talking to me and...

[clears throat]

...making high school almost tolerable.

I owe you.

No, you don't owe me anything.

[Craig] I do.

I really do.

[pensive music playing]

[dad] Who did it, Craig?

Can we not do this, Dad?

I'm fine.

[dad] Yeah, well...

You gotta talk to someone
about this, Craig.

[pensive music continues]

[Craig] Mr. Harrigan, it's me, Craig.

And I know you won't hear this,
but something happened tonight,

and I just wanted to...

I just needed to talk to somebody.

I got beat up pretty bad

by this big, stupid,
dumb idiot named Kenny Yankovich.

But I did what I promised you.

I...

I dispatched him.

[laughs]

You know? I tried to, at least.

Um...

But it was a good punch.

Good enough that I'm afraid
he'll come at me again.

I'm honestly pretty afraid
that this won't end,

and I wish that you were here
to just give me some advice.

[pensive music continues]

[phone vibrates]

[pensive music playing]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[Craig] I know it seems pretty obvious,

but that was the first time it struck me
that everybody,

even assholes, have parents,
families who miss them,

cry for them.

I stupidly thought
that grief was somehow special to me.

The obituary for Kenneth James Yankovich

wasn't in the Gates Falls Tribune
until Tuesday.

And all it said was,

"Passed away suddenly
as a result of a tragic accident."

[girl] Bye, Ms. Hart.

- Craig.
- Hmm?

- Oh.
- No, wait a minute.

No, I got class.

I'll write you a note.

Where are you today?

Here.

Not really.

Is this about Kenny?

Craig,

if you're thinking you had
something to do with his death,

I've seen his records.

Kenny was sadly a kid
with serious problems.

Home problems, school problems.

He had psychological problems.

I don't know what happened,

but it had nothing to do with you.

Okay, go ahead. You'll make your class.

Craig.

I can never be glad when a child dies.

But I can be glad it wasn't you.

Ms. Hart, do you...
do you believe in ghosts?

Um...

Well, I suppose you wouldn't,
being a scientist.

I'm a teacher, not a scientist.

I know, but you know what I mean.

I don't like to think about
that kind of stuff.

You know, I would never attend a séance
or mess around with a Ouija board,

trying to summon the dead.

How come?

My grandma always used to say,

"A person shouldn't call out
unless they want an answer...

because not all ghosts are holy."

Craig, you gotta go. You got a class.

[intriguing music playing]

[woman] They ain't home.

[Craig] Is this the Bilodeaus'?

[woman] I suppose it is.

Um, well, do you know
when they'll be back?

[woman] Not likely soon.

I was looking for Dusty Bilodeau.

Here were where they found him.

"Where they found him"?

[woman] Lost his job
working for some rich asshole.

Fired. Had to go on the dole.

Spent a year looking for work,

then drove his truck
into that thresher garage,

lowered the door, and cranked her up.

[suspenseful music playing]

He painted that before he went inside.

Nobody could figure what it meant.

Phones that haven't been charged
can't ring, and they can't play messages.

And they can't text back.

But it did.

You did.

I need to know something, Mr. Harrigan.

I need to know if you had anything
to do with Kenny Yankovich dying.

I know I told you that I was afraid,
but I didn't want him to die.

This is crazy.

If you did have anything
to do with him dying, then...

knock on my wall.

Knock on my wall three times.

[music fades]

[sighs]

- ♪ Stand by your man ♪
- [gasps]

♪ And show the world you love him ♪

♪ Keep giving all the love you can ♪

[ringtone stops]

[suspenseful music playing]

- [phone vibrates]
- [gasps]

[suspenseful music continues]

[suspenseful music fades]

Craig.

If I tell you something,
can you keep it between us?

I mean, you have to, right?
It's, like, a rule of some kind.

[reverend] Your father's right, of course.

Your phone was hacked.
Somebody's messing with you.

Your teacher is right too.

I'm good friends with Father Ingersoll.

St. Anne's over in Gates Falls.

That's the church
where Kenny was baptized.

He told me about the accident.
The details of the accident.

Kenny tried to sneak out late at night
from his second-story bedroom.

He'd been drinking heavily.

They think he slipped
on the roof and fell.

It was a tragic accident. That's all.

Snapped his neck on impact.

You know, I think it's time

that you examine your relationship
to your phone.

You remember reading Matthew 5:30?

"And if thy right hand offend thee,
cut it off, and cast it from thee

for it is profitable for thee
that one of thy members should perish...

and not that thy whole body
should be cast into hell."

- [clerk] Hi, how can I help you?
- I need to get rid of my phone.

Okay.

[clerk] You're gonna love this baby.

I'm actually only upgrading
'cause I got some strange texts.

Did you know the sender?

Yeah, I did, but, um, he's not around.

The first iPhones had some weird glitches.
Rushed production.

My guess is that the messages
somehow got stuck in the software

and would occasionally pop up.

Call it a ghost in the machine.

But not a holy one.

Huh?

Nothing.

All right. Your number's the same.

I've transferred your contacts and info
from your old phone to your new one.

- All of them?
- Yeah.

- You can delete the ones you don't need.
- Okay.

As for your old phone,
we do have a charitable program here.

We completely erase it,
scrub it, and donate it

to people who need new cell phones
but can't afford them.

Okay. Um...

No, actually, um,

I'll... I'll donate it myself.

- My little sister needs one.
- Okay.

[pensive music playing]

[exhales]

[busy signal beeps]

[sighs]

Thank you, God.

[music fades]

[phone chimes]

[intriguing music playing]

[water running, stops]

[exhales]

["Sigur 4" by Sigur Rós playing]

[Craig] You can hide things, but

they're not gone, not really.

They follow you, whisper in your ear,
making sure that you don't forget,

that you continue to question.

I wondered where
the Yankovich family moved to

and if they still grieved.

["Sigur 4" continues]

I wondered if the old house made noises
with no one there to hear.

Calling out, echoes.

I wondered if Mr. Harrigan missed me.

I wondered who I would become

and whether what I'd done
would leave a mark on me, defining me.

["Sigur 4" continues]

I got in.

I wondered if anyone would ever know.

I hope not.

["Sigur 4" continues]

[music fades]

- Got your AAA card?
- Yup.

And, uh, new mailing address
is on the kitchen table?

Yeah.

Make sure you set up an account
at the bookstore.

And do it soon
in case they run low on supplies.

Okay, I will.

Winter coats.

[chuckles] No, I'll be back, Dad,
before winter.

Gonna be okay?

Yeah.

[sentimental music playing]

I'm just so happy for you, buddy.

Thanks, Dad.

I love you.

[dad] I love you too, buddy.

Okay.

- Call me if you need anything.
- I will. I will.

[engine starts]

["Apocalypse Dreams"
by Tame Impala playing]

[Craig] Someone once said
that you never really leave home

but that you take it with you
wherever you go.

Personally, I hope
that wasn't completely true

as there were some things
I really wish would stay at home

and not follow me to Boston,

which was two hours
and a million miles from Harlow.

♪ It could be the day
That all our dreams come true... ♪

[Craig] I got a writing scholarship
to Emerson,

which had a great journalism program.

♪ Till were at the end
Of just another day... ♪

- Yeah.
- [Craig] Hey.

Are you Craig?

[Craig] My freshman roommate
was Julian Summers, from LA.

Studying drama. Wanted to be a movie star.

["Apocalypse Dreams" continues]

...is the most important thing
that you can do.

[Craig] I dug right in and studied hard.

I felt like I owed that to my dad.

And, of course, to Mr. Harrigan.

Hey, Craig,
take a quick look at this for me.

Should the photo be below the byline?

Near the top is more journalistic,
don't you think?

- Yeah, probably. Thank you.
- Yeah.

[country music playing]

- How do you listen to this shit?
- A friend turned me on to it.

[Julian] Some friend.
Spin the dial, dude. Seriously.

[music stops]

♪ And something warm to come to ♪

♪ When nights are cold and lonely ♪

- [phone vibrating]
- ♪ Stand by your man ♪

♪ And show... ♪

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, buddy.

- What's going on?
- I've got some really bad news.

♪ All the love you can ♪

[music fades]

[ominous music playing]

[Craig] The headline read,
"Beloved teacher killed in Vermont."

And the opening line said,
"Victoria Corrales Hart,

a biology teacher
at Gates Falls High School,

was killed Sunday in a head-on collision."

Since I left, Ms. Hart had gotten engaged.

And that's who was with her that day,
her fiancé.

They had taken a long weekend
to visit the town of Chester,

stay in a cabin retreat,
and soak up some autumn.

[ominous music continues]

They were on their way back
and almost to the New Hampshire border

when they approached Deane Whitmore
of Waltham, Massachusetts.

♪ Turn my swag on ♪

♪ Took a look in the mirror
Said, "Wassup..." ♪

[tires screeching]

[ominous music playing]

♪ Took a look in the mirror
Said, "Wassup..." ♪

[ominous music continues]

- Oh!
- [tires screeching]

[silence]

- [glass shattering]
- [metal clattering]

[silence]

[somber music playing]

[organ playing]

Where's her fiancé?

He's still in the hospital.
Gonna be there a while.

I heard the asshole that did this
was so drunk

that he walked away without a scrape.

Guy had four drunk driving arrests
and no current license.

He better not get away with this.

He won't.

The four-year prison sentence
will be suspended

if the defendant agrees to rehab
for six months.

[Craig] But he did.

He did get away with it.

Deane Whitmore was sent to a rehab center

that was more like a country club
than a prison.

[pensive music playing]

[wind gusting]

[sentimental music playing]

[music fades]

[somber music playing]

[door lock clicks]

Mr. Harrigan.

There's a man named Deane Whitmore

who killed a teacher of mine
from high school.

He was drunk

and crashed into Ms. Hart and her fiancé.

She was a good person.

She helped me when I needed help,

and he didn't get what he deserved.

I want him dead.

[tense music playing]

As soon as I hung up the phone,
I regretted making the call.

I felt guilty.

I was guilty.

I told myself it was crazy
to even think about.

That it was impossible.

That nothing would happen
to Deane Whitmore.

That I should let it go.

[tense music continues]

[tense music subsides]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Craig] Hi.

What do you want?

I work for a newspaper in Boston.

I was hoping to get some information
on someone who's being treated here.

Go to the front. Ask in there.

Deane Whitmore.

Yeah.

I wanna know how he died.

I'd be willing to pay $100
for some information.

♪ I'm your boogie man, that's what I am ♪

♪ I'm here to do whatever I can ♪

♪ Be it early morning, late afternoon ♪

♪ Or at midnight, it's never too soon ♪

♪ To want to please you
To want to please you ♪

♪ To want to do it all, all for you ♪

♪ I want to be your, be your rubber ball ♪

♪ I want to be the one
You love most of all ♪

[music stops]

200.

He killed himself.

- How?
- In the shower.

How?

You sure you wanna hear this?

Yes.

Each guest has their own room,
their own shower.

It's nice. Real lux.

- Way better than where I live, for sure.
- How?

Choked himself to death.

Before breakfast,

he chugged down some shampoo
to grease the runway.

Then he took a fancy bar of soap
and broke it in two.

Dropped half on the floor

and crammed the other half
down his throat.

You said fancy soap.

Starts with a B.

Booth Bay?

Yeah, that's it. That's it.
How'd you know?

Did he write a suicide note?

Sort of. Piece of paper. One line.

What'd it say?

It was kind of sweet, actually.
A bit of a prayer.

It was, um, "keep giving all the love..."

"...love you can." It's not a prayer.

[man] It's not?

It's lyrics to a song.

[pensive music playing]

When you fall, even if you see it coming,

even if you willed it to happen,

it still shocks you.

- There's no bottom.
- [water running]

No end.

You just fall.

[inaudible scream]

[somber music playing]

[somber music continues]

[John] "The horror."

"The horror."

[somber music continues]

[music fades]

[Craig] After you died,
I went into your closet.

The secret closet.

It's not terrible at all. Just memories.

Your secrets are my secrets.

[somber music playing]

That's why you chose me to read.

Your mother died when you were a boy.

Just like me.

You knew what loneliness felt like.

What it feels like.

Just like me.

I think that's why
you tried to stay in touch.

It took a while,
but I figured it out, Mr. Harrigan,

what you were trying to tell me
in your texts.

Um...

C-C-C

S-T...

means, "Craig, stop,"

doesn't it?

Are you telling me to stop

because I'm hurting you?

If that is the case,
that it's hurting you, then I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Or are you saying stop
because I'm hurting myself?

Is it just you looking out
because you care?

If that's it, then...

thank you.

Thank you.

You can rest now, Mr. Harrigan.

[music fades]

[sobs] I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm so sorry.

[shuddered breathing]

[mournful music playing]

[sobs]

[panting]

[music fades]

[wind gusting]

[grunts]

[intriguing music playing]

[Craig] In the 21st century,

I think our phones
are how we are wedded to the world.

If so, it's probably a bad marriage.

There are a great many things
I'm not sure of anymore.

Reality itself, for a start.

I do know one thing, however,
and it's as solid as New England rock.

When I die,

when it's my time to go...

I wanna be buried with empty pockets.

[pensive music playing]

[rhythmic piano music playing]

[intriguing music playing]

[somber music playing]

[tense music playing]

[music fades]