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You know submissions just opened, right?

I know.

Well, you're the first one here.

I'm not surprised.

How long is this?

I'd say it's about... 190?

-You gotta be kidding me. Pages? -Yeah.

You do realize entries are limited to 100 pages, right?

What? I thought it was 200.

I could've sworn on the thing it said two--

You got until we close submissions.

Six o'clock.

Keep it. All right, uh, I'll be back.

Okay? At six o'clock.

Don't you move!

A submission already?

Not yet. It was too long.

How long was it?

That was Hugo.

Yes, last Tuesday, when I left the note, yes.

Okay, then. No problem.

You said it was okay. Yes.

I understand. For the future, can you let me know in advance?

Ohh.

All right. I will be there. Goodbye.

Good morning, boss. I'm not feeling very well this morning.

Yes, bad fever and shivers.

I'll work extra when I come back.

Dinner's ready.

-Dinner's ready! -Yeah, I'm coming.

Okay.

I just can't believe our baby girl is going off to college!

-Your friend still picking you up at 10:00? -Yeah.

All my friends tell me how talented you are, hon.

With your artwork, and your sketches, and your colors,

and just everything, baby.

I am so excited for you.

Thanks, Mom.

Well, be sure to eat enough, and make sure you get enough exercise every now and again.

And make sure you go to class. Don't stress yourself out too much, okay?

And-- and the boys. Be especially careful of the boys.

Oh, Brian! Stop that.

You know how popular our Elise is gonna be.

All the boys are gonna fall for you, hon.

I'm just saying, make good decisions, and have fun.

You should be proud of yourself. You're the first in the family.

You're gonna have to tell us what it's like.

- Thanks, Dad. - I-- I will.

And make sure you give your old man a call every now and again.

Yeah, of course.

Oh.

- Well... - I'm just saying.

If it wants to be an artist, that's the place to go.

- I got no doubt. - Performance art.

No, I got no doubt!

She's gonna go somewhere like...

Chicago, or LA, or New York!

You're gonna be so glam, hon.

New York?

She's going for art, for God's sake.

Okay? It's art.

Maybe a different story if you were studying something useful.

No way she makes enough money to move someplace like that. New York?

Gimme a break.

But it's all about passion these days.

Isn't it?

I don't know, Dad.

I mean...

I don't know. If I do well in school and I make connections,

I might be able to get my art seen, in some galleries.

I mean, that's what happened with Gabby's sister, so, yeah, it can happen.

Nothing stronger than this?Tastes like water.

And I don't think that I will come back here,

just because, you know, there isn't a lot of opportunity for me to get my art seen.

- So, yeah, I guess I-- - You're gonna come back.

Don't listen to him.

You are gonna be so glam. I know it.

New York City!

Your mother doesn't know what she's talking about.

Look, simple matter of probability.

You know? I'm just saying, probabilistic--

probability of her coming back to this town?

She's gonna come back.

Thanks for the encouragement, Dad.

But, um...

I think I'm just gonna go finish up packing.

You know, I'm just saying it's a high probability.

Yeah, I get that. I still have a lot to pack.

-We're talking, Elise. Sit down. -My friend, she's gonna be here in,

-like, less than an hour-- -We're in the middle of having a conversation.

Sit down!

Mmm, you grilled this chicken so good, honey.

- Don't be so arrogant, Elise. - I wasn't.

-I was just responding-- -That's arrogance! That's fucking arrogance!

-Really? -There's no harm in being confident.

Confidence is a good thing.

For fuck's sake! Do we have anything other than this?

Hey. Are you on your way?

Hey, sorry. Something came up.

Oh, my God. You just wouldn't believe it. My ex just called me, and--

I don't know. Since I'm leaving, I guess--

Yeah. I'm-- I'm sorry.

Uh... okay.

I can come by tomorrow morning, though.

Is that okay? We can get there early.

I mean, it's only, like, an hour drive.

Uh, yeah. Um...

You know what? It's okay.

Um, I'll just take the bus tonight.

You sure? I'm pretty sure they have move-in slots before noon.

We can make it by early afternoon, and we can start unpacking and...

No, no, no, no, no. That's fine. Um...

it's fine. It's just, um...

I wanna go tonight, so, uh, I'll see you tomorrow.

Uh, thanks for letting me know.

Have fun... with him... tonight.

Okay. Bye.

No, no, no, no, I think we should go, like, on a-- a cruise!

Let's all go on a cruise together.

Hang on a sec, ladies.

Come in.

- Hey. - Hey, hon.

- You headin' out? - Mm-hmm.

-My friend just got here. -Okay.

Okay. Okay. Um, ladies, hold on.

Hold on. I'll be right back in a second.

Okay.

I've been calling the ladies every night with this new group call thing.

It's been so glam!

-Nice. -Oh, come here.

Give me a hug. Oh...

Okay. Okay.

Um, you be safe out there.

Always. Try not to be stupid.

Make good choices.

And, uh, try to be home by midnight.

But I'll allow 1:00 a.m.!

I'm leaving tonight.

For college.

Oh!

-Yeah. -Oh. Of course!

Oh, my God, of course!

Okay.

-Yeah, okay. -Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, honey, I don't know what to say.

That's okay. You don't have to say anything.

-Oh, honey-- -I've got to get going, 'cause she's outside.

Okay, okay. But wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

You go out there, and be the best that you can be.

Okay?

Okay, I'll see you later.

-The best that you can be. -Yeah, I heard you.

-Okay. Bye-bye, honey. -Bye.

Okay. I'm back. I'm back. What did I miss?

Dad.

Hmm?

Dad.

I'm leaving now.

For college.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Hmm?

Get me a drink.

I don't understand what you're saying.

Get me a drink. In the fridge.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Please make sure our boy gets published.

Not up to me, ma'am, but, uh, I'll do my best.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Excuse me. Sorry.

I'm not too late, am I?

You're a minute late.

It's a good thing we're friends, though.

Thank you so much.

I was getting nervous for you. I didn't think you'd make it on time.

-Is this a hundred pages? -Yeah. One hundred.

All right, what's the story about?

It looks shinier than I imagined.

Look...

you don't need to check the mail every day.

The panel's gonna need at least a few weeks

to decide on a winner.

Is it still the same five judges?

Yeah.

Look, Hugo.

If it was up to me, I'd make you the winner right now.

I've known what a talented writer you are for years.

But, this?

This is just one of those things that you gotta deserve.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah.

So, anyway.

Your story. You've been writing this for a year now.

What's it about? Is it another fantasy?

No, it's, uh--

it's about a father.

-A father? -Yeah. A family man.

Huh.

By the way, it's...

been almost nine months now, right?

Oh. Yeah, right.

Yeah, she's gonna go into labor any moment now.

Oh.

Yeah.

How does--

how does that feel?

You know, being a father?

Or almost being one?

Well...

Is that what your story's about?

Some of it.

Hmm.

I should get some credit, then, no?

Well, if I get published,

then you can have all the credit you want, Mr. B.

Okay, okay. Fair enough.

I'll get this to the panel.

And this notion, of course,

of this experimentation being born out of economic urgency,

is the principal thesis

that exists at the core of what Jameson says, right?

In the next few weeks, you'll see

how this all ties together as we study

Sherman, and Wohl.

We'll look at exactly how their work

is a reflection of this historical context.

All right, now given next week's exam, I will--

Fail an exam or something?

Did your dog die?

Did your boyfriend break up with you?

Ah, I see.

Your girlfriend broke up with you, huh?

Want a smoke?

Nothing like a nasty habit to distract you.

Bye!

Elise!

Hey!

I saw you leave early.

Hi.

Uh, yeah, I just needed some air.

Oh, yeah, that's fine.

I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.

Your grades have been dropping for the last few weeks now.

I know. It's unfortunate.

Um, have you been doing the readings?

No, I can't afford that.

I'm sorry. I just figured this is my last core class,

and I could get by without having to buy all these books.

Oh. Yeah, I totally get it.

I just...

I want to make sure you don't fall behind.

It'll be fine, Professor.

I come to pretty much every lecture.

Okay. Well...

Then take this.

I would regret things if I knew you didn't

at least give this one a read.

It's really worth it.

Okay...

I'll see you next week.

Thanks.

It was a fucking joke!

Did you ever think about trying to find your real parents?

Why? That's the most common question I get, Elise.

I'm just wondering.

Fair enough...

Calm down.

I just don't...

I guess I just don't fucking care anymore.

I feel that.

Like... okay.

Sorry I was...

a nuisance.

Sorry I was just a kid, like everybody else.

Sorry you couldn't adopt the perfect child.

I can't look-- I can't look at you

when you make that face. Okay, okay.

Did you ever think that it was a good thing

you didn't have parents growing up?

Like you could just do your own thing, you know?

You didn't have them to weigh you down.

-Trust me. -I don't know.

I just don't fucking think about it anymore.

That's smart.

You know, I've never seen you call your parents.

Like, not a single time.

It's complicated.

How complicated can it be?

You just pick up the phone. That's it.

They don't really care.

Okay, you don't know.

Okay, you don't know. It's dysfunctional.

My family. I'm that fucking girl.

I don't get it.

I see them call you, so obviously they do care.

I've just never seen you pick up.

We've been roomies for two years, Elise.

You must have called them at least a few times.

Don't look at me like that and change the subject.

Okay?

Show me your art.

Fine. But you have to be nice.

Good catch.

Thank you.

I said be nice.

Dark and brooding.

Okay, well skip that one. That one's not good.

Okay, skip that one too.

-That's old. -Aww!

Uh...

You know elephants stay with their young the longest.

What?

Maybe I should become a photographer,

with National Geographic. That'd be amazing.

They feed them, and they migrate with them, and they love them.

It's the whole deal. It's the whole package.

It's the whole family.

Elephants.

Really?

I wonder, like, if they could choose to leave

their parents, you know, like, voluntarily, would they?

It's a scam. They use special effects.

I'd never get that close, to the... lions and shit.

I wonder what kind of parent I would be.

If I ever decided to have kids.

God, I don't know if I'd be more excited,

or more--

Más rápido, mister Hugo.

Now, here's a question.

Why is it that it's always

you Mexicans cleaning the dishes?

Doesn't matter if it's Italian,

Irish, American, hell, even Chinese.

I guess it's genetic or something.

Tony! Let's go.

Yes, boss.

You've got to be kidding me. What's this, amigo?

A little diary, I see?

I can keep a secret.

You can show me. It's okay--

Don't touch me, you--

Hey, hey, hey!

Don't ever fucking touch me again!

Or I swear to God I'll send you back to fucking wherever in Mexico

-you're from, you bitch! -You're done for the night! Go home!

-He hit me in the face, goddammit. -Go home!

Go home!

Go home.

Motherfucker!

Boss, he grabbed me first. I didn't do any--

You too. That's enough.

I just gr-- I pushed him. I didn't punch him.

Yeah. I understand. I saw the whole thing, Hugo.

But now I'm going to explain to the guests

what all this commotion is about, huh?

I apologize.

You're locking up, you hear me?

Okay, yeah.

I understand, boss, I'm sorry.

Uh, didn't know you had a girlfriend, amigo.

She know about your little fuck-up today?

Oh. Oh, mijo...

Where the hell are you going?

I thought she'd stick around to protect you.

Like I said, I'm going to fuck you up so bad,

send you right on back to beaner land,

and you ain't gonna move an inch.

You're going to stay put.

Right where you belong.

Far away.

Wait!

No! No!

Like that? Huh?

Oh, shit! Fuck!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Sh--

Come on. No, no.

You motherfucker.

Get back! Get back!

Learn your lesson, boy.

Don't you ever...

fucking...

touch me...

again.

No!

Just calm down. It's all right.

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

Fuck! Shit.

Hello, Mother.

Oh, my God, Elise!

Yes, it is me.

Oh, it's been so long, hon.

Oh! You must be so busy with your work.

Yeah.

I've been really, really busy.

Oh, I miss you so much, hon.

I, um...

I was just calling to see if you'd be able to come and visit.

You know, it's your dad's birthday...

Dad's birthday, huh?

We're having the neighbors over tomorrow.

Do you think you can make it by five?

We'd be really happy to see you.

Oh, it's been too long, hon.

You know what, Mom?

I can't.

I can't come home.

You want to know why?

It's because, uh... I'm in a big city now.

What?

Yeah.

I made it, Mom.

I, uh...

I'm in, uh...

...fucking New York City now.

-What? -Yeah, I'm in...

I'm in fucking New York City now.

Do you hear me?

Oh, my God, Elise, when?

-Since when did you... -Yeah...

Be sure and tell Dad, too.

Yeah, tell him...

He was wrong.

He was wrong about everything.

He said I was just studying something stupid,

and that I'd come right back home.

-Well, surprise, surprise. -Elise, honey.

-I, um... -You sound so upset.

-I won't be talking to you or Dad for a long time... -What's going on?

...so don't call me anymore.

-Okay? -Wait, wait, wait a sec, Elise.

Wait, wait, w--

Hey, are you okay?

Are, uh-- Are you lost?

Where are your parents?

Do you know where your parents are?

Okay, okay, let's go inside for a sec, okay?

For-- just for now?

Okay, let's go.

Are you just gonna sit there all night and stare at me?

What, you wanna read?

Here.

Yeah, I know, it's pretty bad.

It's not even mine.

It's from, uh, cigarettes.

You know, like, smoking.

No?

Okay.

Uh...

Do you wanna see something cool?

Let's see.

A little boy lost in the streets...

refuses to speak a word, but is as cute as can be.

Hm.

What, you wanna draw?

Here.

Hmm.

That's, uh, an interesting way to draw.

Oh, or are you conducting?

Okay, Mr. Conductor.

Okay.

That's...

You know, uh, I was also lost,

once, when I was about your age.

It, uh, it was at a carnival near where I, uh, grew up.

I wasn't lost for very long.

It was about half an hour.

And when my parents showed up, they were just...

bawling their eyes out.

Especially my dad.

That, uh, that was the first time I ever saw him cry.

You sure you don't have their number?

Hey, Hugo.

I'm calling to let you know that the panel

is reconsidering all entries.

The winner, it turns out, was caught for plagiarism.

Can you believe that?

Anyway, we'll be in touch soon.

Oh, hi, Hugo!

Hi.

- Guess what? - What?

Brian's wife just went into labor.

Oh.

Wait, what?

- Yeah. - Oh my gosh.

Yeah, it's really happening.

Wow, that's--

I didn't know that it was going to happen so soon.

I mean, that's so great.

So, I'm guessing you heard the news?

Right, yeah.

I was just coming by to make sure that there

wasn't anything else for me to do

and I didn't know if I needed to come by--

You're all good, Hugo. Don't worry.

They'll let you know when they have a decision.

Okay, thanks.

It's really happening.

Um...

Ay.

What do you think?

I know, it could, uh--

It could use some touching up.

But I think this is you.

You know this is my first time drawing for somebody else.

I don't know, I just, uh...

I've always kept them for myself.

All right, well,

this is for you, to keep.

Here come the tears.

Wait, what?

Hug your kid.

Hello.

Hi, Mom.

Elise?

Hey.

I just wanted to call to see how you're doing.

I know the last time we talked, uh--

No...

Mom, you okay?

What's going on?

It's your father, honey!

He had a stroke.

What?

He was-- He was about to board his flight.

I told him not to go, that you would eventually call.

Wait, what?

Go where?

He went to find you, hon, in New York.

Mom, I'm not in New York.

- What? - I'm here, Mom.

Where are you, Elise?

Elise?

Are you--

I don't understand.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Oh.

No, no, no, no.

He's stable, but we don't know when he'll be conscious.

But he's just asleep, right?

I mean, he'll be up in a few days, right, Doc?

That's what we're trying to figure out, ma'am.

But we just don't know when he'll be conscious.

So what does that mean?

Are you saying he...

he might never wake up?

We're not sure.

Your father...

Your father's currently in a coma.

Oh, my God. A coma?

Yes. Unfortunately, he's had a very severe stroke.

Oh, my God! Please, God! No!

- I'm really sorry, guys. - -Please!

What is it?

It's the Hello Kitty watch you always wanted.

Now you can show it off to all your friends at school.

But this one looks different.

Theirs is shiny.

Well, this one I made especially for you.

See, it'll always be 7 o'clock, when you wake up for school and when I get home from work.

Now, go on. Try it on.

Hey, actually, look what I got for my birthday.

This one's special. My dad made it just for me.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, I just need you to wake up.

Okay?

Dad?

I need you to wake up, okay?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Just... Just wake up!

Okay?

I don't know what you-- what you want from me, okay?

I just... God!

Are you fucking there?

Are you fuck--

Oh, yeah? I mean, he's always been good at growing.

-Hi. -Hello.

Uh, yeah.

It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?

I didn't think I'd recognize this place after all these years.

But it all looks the same.

What you reading over there?

It's, uh, Only Words.

How do you like it?

It's... nostalgic.

It's pretty special.

This place.

Yeah, it is.

What's your name? If you don't mind.

My name... My name is Yoon.

Yoon.

Very nice to meet you.

I'm Hugo.

It's nice to meet you, too.