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- Hello?

Hey, Hemingway.

- You've reached Wyatt Williams.

I can't come to the phone right now

but if you leave your name, number and measurements,

I'll get back to you depending on said measurements.

Boop.

Oh, I see, you're not home

because you're out on some hot date

with an intelligent beautiful woman,

or you just finished your new book

and you're on your way to New York City

to work out the details of your million dollar deal.

Yeah I could totally be doing those things.

Then why aren't you?

It's complicated.

Do any writing today?

No.

Well, seeing how you're not doing

any of the things you're supposed to be doing,

come keep me company.

Well as I mentioned earlier,

just leave your measurements

and I'll strongly consider it.

Oh my god.

- Hello.

Bitch.

Luckily he came before all the good seats were taken.

Ah, comedy.

How are you madam?

Peachy.

So what's your problem, monkey boy?

Lay it on me.

Ooh!

Writer's block

has befallen this protagonist.

Befuddled this funt to such a degree

he actually ponders suicide

just to boost the sales of his last

you know, like, book.

Oh, a tragic figure indeed.

But your solution to permanent in its nature.

What measures in the past taken to remedy

such creative constipation?

Behold, and yet it fails me now.

A riddle for you, my lady.

- Mhmm?

Can a writer still call himself a writer

whence he ceases to write?

One writes because he must.

He who feels the need must claim the name.

Well, the need remains.

It's the doing that's cause for concern.

And should this continue, I am wildly unprepared

for a life in any other kind.

Well, I could always hire you around here

for extra help during the rush times.

Ooh, excellent, must have missed that.

And sometimes but not often

Louis over there will throw up on the floor.

- Clarifying, this would be better than suicide?

Awesome.

Sign me up.

So how long has it been?

A week?

Two weeks?

Is that new?

Four months.

- Wyatt!

I know, I know.

- Oh, it's almost done, it's almost done.

You get the first read, Grace.

- Well that is still kind of true, isn't it?

Oh, lies flow from you far too smoothly.

Well, rest assured, not without its toll

on my sense of self.

- You can't live on your last book forever.

Nor can you.

And your tips are in great jeopardy.

- I'll survive.

So where's that head of yours?

How's your personal life?

- You know it's pathetic and yet dependable.

Hmm, you do hate surprises.

- I do.

Despite my formidable conquests of the fairer sex,

I'm sorry, are you coming down with something?

- No. - No?

That sounds like a nasty cough.

Can I get you a lozenge?

No, no, I'm fine.

All right.

Last time I went to bed with a woman

who I actually hoped would be there the next morning?

Suzie.

- Suzie?

Five years?

Five years of sex in lieu of love.

I'm tired, and it's heartbreaking.

Oh, what a lowly excuse for a gender.

God, it's a miracle I even talk to you.

Thank you for talking to me.

You're welcome.

That will be five dollars.

- I will give you three dollars for this beer.

Four.

Four dollars and a blowjob.

Really, don't push-

- The shot, the shot.

Oh.

You're disgusting.

# I'll never settle

# For ordinary love or grind

- Hello.

Gotcha.

What's up, cousin?

- Unknown caller, eh you prick?

Hey most writers would kill

for this kind of personal attention.

Look, I pester you because I care.

- Oh, that's good stuff.

You should really put that in your website.

Yeah, well ducking family calls, Wyatt?

What would Aunt Macy say?

- No, I'm ducking agent's calls, Franklin.

I duck agent's calls because I'm busy writing

and I will talk to you

when there's something to talk about.

Wait, hold on, hold on, you're writing?

Yeah, I'm writing right now actually.

Right now?

Right this very second.

Read me the line you just wrote.

You know what, I'm hanging up the phone right now.

Oh, I'm calling Aunt Macy.

- I swear to god, if you call my mother again

I'm gonna kick your ass.

Just read it to me?

Fine.

The worst of it was over now.

It had been rumored-

- Okay, okay look, I know you're not writing right now

or you would have at least showed me something,

anything till you get me off your back

or at least rub it in my face.

Anyway, look, I'm going to a shindig tonight.

Clean yourself up and come with me.

No, absolutely not, Franklin, no.

You gotta network, baby.

Cast a net, watch it work, network.

Are you running out of money, Franklin?

Are you gambling again?

Hey, you'll hit bottom before I do.

I'm just looking out for you here.

You can't live off one book forever.

Yeah you know, I keep hearing that.

Thank you so much for telling me yet again

and I will talk to you later.

Yeah, at the party.

- No, Franklin!

I'll pick you up tonight.

- No, Franklin.

Eight o'clock, listen for the horn.

- What a psycho, my god.

London, Ontario?

Yes.

Diane Owens.

Yes, it's her.

Thank you.

# Annabelle wore a necklace of pearls #

# That had dipped down around her shoulders #

# I saw her stony by the banks of the river walking #

# Oh she carries herself so smooth and strong #

# With lips that are red and eyes that are true #

# Her body like a lily in bloom on the water #

# She's nobody's sister and nobody's daughter #

# My unblinking eyes cannot escape her #

# Yeah woman

# Yes a woman

# Through and through

# I can hear that west wind blowing #

# Let it go to the sea

# Annabelle come close

# And lie with me

# I saw men go with her eyes unchanged #

# Let's save the lecher

Told you.

Dick.

I almost met someone today.

To almost meet someone is to not meet them, yes?

A beautiful woman in a bookstore.

I could barely take my eyes off her.

Staring?

Gorgeous women love that.

She was more than gorgeous.

She had something going on.

Something in her face, in her eyes.

She was pensive, maybe a little sad.

Vulnerable?

Blood in the water?

A shark?

This is your take on my character?

- Fine.

So through your quiet worship

you doomed yourself to regret?

Whatever her state of mind,

her expression did not inspire approach

nor a romantic imposition.

Rather, caution seemed the more prudent twixt the two.

A call for inquiry then?

An address of the elephant in the room?

- Too dangerous a beast.

And with me in my room and her

clearly in another, it would have seemed a

poaching of sorts?

Me the opportunistic hunter?

Oh and the precious ivory in this case?

Her voice, her name, her number?

- Can we please get off the wild kingdom shit

'cause I have no idea what we are talking about anymore.

Absolutely, dummy.

Thank you.

But a sensitive or intuitive man

is grounds for consideration, at least in my books.

Rather than wondering what was on her mind

she could be telling you right now over dinner.

Be bold, take some risks, man.

So now you want me to be the shark?

Oh, Wyatt, as my vicarious link to the outside world,

you must not let moments in life pass you by.

Lest they pass me by too.

- Wow, that's entirely too much responsibility for one man.

For us then.

What's this?

Well, she did drop it in the streets

and I do believe it is her journal.

Shut up!

- I tried to give it back to her

but she was just too fast.

- The universe provides a second chance.

Return of precious property thought lost.

Haha, what's her name?

Doesn't say.

I flipped through all the pages,

there's no name, no address, no number,

just scores and scores of her personal thoughts.

Jane Doe.

You're gonna have to read this for clues.

- I don't know.

A scoundrel posing as a good samaritan?

- It's either that or she doesn't get it back

at all, right?

Not like you have any of your own writing going on.

Cheap shot.

And the good samaritan in you will just have to endure

this rare opportunity to sidestep all the bullshit of dating

and find out what really makes this woman tick.

But hey, if you're too far above it.

- Hey, hey, hey.

It's a good thing to do, right?

Right.

I'm a good person, not a snoop.

A saint.

Thank you.

- Godspeed, sir.

Oh, goddamit, Lewis!

Seriously, how do you guys

even stay in business?

When did he even do that?

I have no idea but that's disgusting

and I am out of here.

Day 16 of creative shutdown.

These things don't paint themselves.

And as for my new year's ambitions, well,

they're off to a lousy start.

My canvas is blank because my mind

is too busy.

Haha, the irony.

Better to have a blank mind and a busy canvas.

Why can't I just paint something busy?

I could sell busy.

Speaking of artistry,

Carl is apparently quite content

with his compact performance tonight.

Now, snoring with his back turned to me

I wonder, hmm, what more could a woman ask for?

The upside?

More time to journal and dodging the bullet

of all that pesky cuddling after sex.

'Cause you know how we women hate that.

What could he possibly think I got

out of that 10 minute mini coaster ride?

He doesn't seem as into it these days.

Popular opinion states that a bad sex life

isn't itself the problem,

rather the symptom of bigger problems.

Perhaps it's time to buy some books, videos even.

Seek help from beyond.

Ah, the internet.

- Carl.

Honey, do you still think I'm sexy?

Yes, babe.

He sleeps so soundly.

Enough to sneak someone else in without notice.

Better start with the books.

Yes, I'm sure it was one of your cabs.

A brown leather notebook

with a black gem in the center.

Yesterday afternoon.

But I've already been on hold, I just,

Love the smell of bacon in the morning.

- That's beefcake you're smelling, civilian.

How you doing, brother?

Get outta here!

Oh, stop!

Oh, you troglodyte.

How's the big city treating ya?

Fine, man, when are you gonna stop doing that shit?

Ah, how about when you're dead?

Even then, one last time, me and five other men

over the shoulder.

Yeah, you and the other village people?

You actually think you can outlive me?

Well you're delicate, princess.

It's true, I've been working out.

Really?

Oh, no.

Yeah, too busy writing, eh, Einstein?

Yeah, Einstein was physics, genius.

How's this for physics, huh?

Oh, you're such a,

Your ex got married.

- What?

Yeah, Suzie, last month.

Some douche bag from Alberta.

Just thought I'd get it out there.

- Well it's fucking out there now, isn't it?

Yeah it is.

Let's go get a beer, come on.

Watch out for that dog shit.

- You're such a jackass.

Grace, this is my elder brother Josh,

who prefers Josh.

Josh, Grace.

Trusted friend and slinger

of various sweet nectars and poisons.

A bartender.

The eyes of the law prevail.

- And how was your day?

Stuff of dreams.

What's his story?

Louis is our most valued customer.

His questionable posture belies his keen wit

and gregarious leanings.

Yeah, looks like overserving to me.

Hey, not the concern of off-duty swine.

Come drink yourself likeable.

Two of the dependable, please.

What the fuck is gregarious leanings?

# Poor poor me

# I've been taking it too hard

# I've been working it from the start #

# Poor poor you

I find the design of your calendar

both demeaning and offensive.

I'm not gonna forget.

So how goes the one man book club?

Ugh.

Any clues?

No.

I'm taking my time.

Why is that?

Because I'm a very busy man.

No.

All right then, perhaps it's because she's engaged.

Mmm, the plot thickens.

What plot?

- Oh just this woman who I haven't actually met

who's probably married and whose journal

I am currently reading.

You do anything normal?

It's complicated.

Yeah, why else would you bother, right?

You absolutely sure that you don't wanna stay

at my place?

Mark's got an extra room,

Eddie's got parking so it just makes sense.

Ooh, bully for Mark.

Two more.

So Mom's finally leaving Dad.

Jesus Christ, I enjoy your visits.

Oh come on, you knew Suzie would get married eventually.

Suzie got married?

- God, you're like the harbinger of doom, Josh.

And I mean God, get me drunk for the Suzie news, please.

Yeah well mom didn't wanna tell you over the phone

so she asked me to come down here

and deliver the shocker in person,

thinking I'd be there to catch you

if you fainted or something.

Well I am feeling a little dizzy.

Good news being of course,

you've won the pool.

- Mmmm.

Here you go, jackass, enjoy.

That's what happens when you let a lady wear the pants.

How's a woman gonna respect him, huh?

Oh god, Josh, ideally because it's in her nature

to do so?

Might as well, at least you're here with me

instead of back home cheering up Dad.

- Yeah.

How's he doing?

Oh he thinks it's all a big phase she's going through.

You know, walks around the house

with a stupid grin on his face.

You know, it's a bluff and he's wise to it.

- Fuck.

Well, he had it coming.

Oh, bullshit, Josh!

- What?

You're such an asshole.

Well to the auspicious offspring

of a union doomed.

That's us, dummy.

Yeah, I know that.

Hey, you okay, hon?

Oh, I'm feeling romantic.

Ah, he'll be fine.

- Fucking prick.

What?

Nothing.

You'll beware, the threat of interaction

lurks everywhere in this city.

Oh, got no problem talking to her, did you?

No problem talking to her.

Weddings.

The first challenge to your marriage.

Weddings can ruin marriages

before you're even at the altar.

A marathon of stressful details,

an expense that some are left to deal with alone.

That's one sign of trouble.

Oh.

Wow, you're so lucky.

Did I tell you about the center pieces?

No, no, tell me.

- Tell me, tell me, tell me. - They're beautiful.

- Yeah? - They're roses.

I love roses.

- And this hourglass vase thingy

with this off white satiny material

- that wraps around it. - That's fantastic.

It's beautiful.

Oh that's so nice.

I was thinking we should put some on the DJ table.

Yeah, yes we can do that.

And then we'll just raffle them off at the end or something.

God, I don't even know if he can come in

from Milan that weekend.

Milan?

Yeah.

Who exactly is this for?

His mother?

I don't even know anymore.

It's so extravagant.

- Yeah.

Well, Carl's getting a promotion.

Oh my god, really?

Wow!

More hours at work then.

- Yeah.

But I'm excited for him, so.

Are you?

Yes.

Have you actually told him how you feel?

Debbie, do you think we make a good couple?

Oh my god.

Well of course you do.

Of course you do, why are you even asking me that?

You're my maid of honor, aren't you?

You two are going to be just fine.

But you know that already.

- I know, I know. - Okay, okay.

- I know, okay let's go. - Okay, all right.

Okay so, guest list.

- Okay. - Okay.

Whose side do you wanna do first?

Carl's.

- Okay.

You do know we're just gonna have to do yours next.

Debbie, don't start with me on this again, okay?

Look, I just,

I don't want her there.

- You have to trust me.

It feels right right now because you're angry,

but she is your mother.

- Whatever family I had died with my father.

Okay, just drop it.

She was scared.

- My father was scared.

He was lying in a hospital bed, too young to die

and scared shitless!

And she didn't know how to cope.

She left him there to rot.

And she left me alone there with him.

I don't think she meant to.

Debbie, if someone asks you for a closed casket,

what do you do?

I know.

What kind of woman does the opposite?

I know.

Let her see what it's like to be alone.

She knows what it's like to be alone.

No, she doesn't, not like Dad did.

No, you're right.

In a totally different way.

You know, I can't even imagine

what that would have been like.

All of your life, you're just a housewife, right,

and then you wake up one morning

and you're told you're a widow.

I'm not siding with her

but in one moment she lost her husband

and her daughter.

It was stupid.

But she didn't try to hurt you.

I think what you're doing is worse than what she did

'cause you're trying to deliberately hurt her.

I'm really sorry.

Do you want me to go?

And leave me alone with all this?

If that was your strategy, you failed miserably.

Oh, so close!

Okay, all right, Carl's guest list.

- Mother. - His mother.

Yeah, right.

Brothers, how many?

Two.

It's amazing how sure of yourself

you can be sometimes.

What's even more amazing is how fast that can change.

Self-imposed deadlines.

Not into it today.

Instead, I decided to relax

and do a little window shopping.

Carl was busy working on some special project again.

Debbie was out busy doing something so

it was just me.

Again.

- Soup any good?

When was the last time you had a decent meal?

Do you not have a place you can stay?

- I have a few.

Like where?

You ask a lot of questions.

- You eat a lot of food.

- Anyway, thanks for the snack.

- Look, no, no, no, wait, wait wait, please.

Please, I'm sorry, that was sloppy of me.

Forgive my questions, I just,

I guess I've had a fortunate life, so

it's hard for me to imagine,

- What, being a junkie?

Not having a home.

Avoid it.

You're not a cop, are you?

No, why would you say that?

I didn't think so, but,

now that I ask, you have to tell me

if you are or not.

No, I'm not.

I'm a painter.

Really?

- Yeah.

That's cool.

My mom used to draw when I was really little.

She quit?

She quit breathing.

She died, some weird disease or something.

I'm sorry.

No father?

No.

Foster homes after that, but I didn't like them.

You get tired of pretending

to be some stranger's little girl.

- Safer than the streets though.

Not always.

I lost my father not too long ago.

He died of cancer.

Guess it doesn't hurt any less when you're older.

No offense.

Cancer?

No, losing someone.

No, just as much.

Maybe even worse.

How about some dessert, you want?

- Okay.

- Excuse me, can we see a menu again please?

He seemed quite rude.

It's the company you're keeping.

- Pretty girls?

Junkies.

- I wish you would stop calling yourself that.

Are you gay?

No.

You're too pretty.

You know, maybe you should stop looking for my angle.

Everyone's got an angle.

- Okay.

What's yours?

I'm hungry as shit.

Do you live around here?

Yeah, I do.

Carl, my fiancee, he's,

thank you.

He's old-fashioned.

But we're gonna buy a house when we get married.

Wow, your own house.

- Yeah.

Listen, I'm just gonna use the washroom, okay,

but I'll be right back.

Watch out for Count Spatula.

Hey!

Dirty little bastard!

Hey, get back here!

Hey, don't worry about it.

I got it.

- You feed her like that and she steals from you.

- This should cover it.

Just take it.

They have no honor, you have honor.

Your money's no good here.

Shopping for a wedding dress?

Shopping for a new life.

What to wear to the first day of your new life.

And somehow, we all end up wearing

much the same thing,

hoping for the same things,

complaining to one another about the same things.

Maybe it starts with these fantasy frocks.

They do blind you to anything

but happily ever after.

A girl doesn't stand a chance.

# Like a land upon

# Just serve the shores

# No matter where we are

I'm wearing a black down

filled winter coat.

A scarf.

My boots are brown with stubby heels.

And this is the first day of my new life.

- You're writing again?

I told you it would come.

What's it about?

Inspired by true events.

That's all I'm gonna say for now.

- Oh, you prick.

Are you lying again?

- No, not this time, I promise.

You get the first read, again.

And how goes your act of benevolence?

Does this muse of yours have a name yet?

She has neither a name nor a husband.

Oh, unfortunate for you, I'm sure.

I would be happier were the catalyst

of her availability not so grim.

- Death?

Betrayal.

Oh, even worse.

- Yeah.

So, redemption of the lowly gender

by a handsome stranger, then?

No trail of breadcrumbs left in these pages?

Well, if were that trail

the person's sole objective, perhaps.

- Oh do you find yourself perhaps

slipping below your original noble intent?

Was it not you who pointed out the

unavoidable benefits to all parties concerned?

- Oh, quickly reconciled, I see.

Slowing the process but to acceptable degrees.

Oh, such clarity of vision

from such a safe vantage point.

And please tell me, when can our lowly gender

anticipate your re-entry into the fray

of hearts and hypocrisy, hmm?

That I might harken my brethren

to our collective and divine good fortune?

I once retrieved a jammed piece of toast

from a plugged in toaster with a knife.

And?

And that only hurt for a minute.

There are worse things out there than toasters.

Ah.

Well, I'm sure you'll crave toast again someday.

It's your metaphor, I don't know what the hell

you're talking about.

- Should I be worried about you?

- I can't see why you would be.

- A little gift.

It's a very little gift, that's a napkin.

Shut up.

It's small, it's not very exciting or mysterious.

It's just paper, but it's very real

and you can depend on that.

Come on now.

Keep it with you.

In the next little while, if your mind

starts bouncing between reality and something other than,

let it help remind you of the difference.

- Toast and napkins, an evening of meditations.

You could even write my birthday on it.

Oh my god!

Remembering can only happen in the face of forgetting.

And forgetting only in the face of remembering!

- Do you even know my birthday?

Yeah it's in June.

- June the what?

June the month.

It's the 12th.

It's the 12th, right?

Oh no, it's the fifth, oh I knew that!

Oh fuck.

No, it's the 16th.

A mystery.

All facets of my life crumble to dust all around me.

Beset upon by questions I dare not ask

for fear of the answers.

Why, how.

Who put such a premium on the knowing of things?

Or declared these things the path to comfort?

I'm what?

I'm fucked?

I'm fucked?

You're fucked!

Where are you going?

Writing.

God dammit!

Fuck!

Ironically, sunny days

now make me more sad than I can tolerate.

I find myself comforted by the dark rainy days.

Logic being, they can't be outside

strolling in the sunshine the way we used to.

Just maybe the darkness can make them feel

a bit of what I feel.

Or do they climb under the covers

to wait out the storm?

Warm, inside.

# Confidence comes

# In knowing yourself

# And confidence fails

# In abusing someone else

# All I want is a

# Place to rest

# And all I get is

# Dreams instead

# Again

My agent called today.

Her faith in me is flattering but unanswered.

And I fear, ill-founded.

Still I have nothing to show for the months gone by.

What happened to me is in my head

every minute of every day.

I don't see any end in sight.

And it's slowly ruining me.

# Oh well I

# I see crumbs

# And I

# I see bones

# Floating down

Hey, excuse me.

Yes?

- We know each other, don't we?

- No, I don't think so.

Yeah, yeah we do.

We sat together in grade 12 art class.

You have no idea who I am, do you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm trying,

it's just been,

it's been a long time.

No, no, no, no, it's all right, it's all right.

I look a little bit different now.

It's Allen, Allen Adams.

Oh my god, Allen Adams?

Yeah.

Wow.

Wow.

You used to be,

I had long hair, glasses, acne,

right, I know.

Actually I was gonna say skinny.

Oh, well you know,

that would have been correct too.

You know, I do, I do remember you

sitting up front with me in class.

You used to get sent to the principal's office

for arguing with the teacher about something.

You used to call her,

Yeah, the art Nazi.

That's right.

Whatever.

Oh man.

So.

You were the only pretty girl in school

who ever said a word to me.

Yeah well those snobby girls

would be climbing all over each other

to talk to you now

- Yeah, I couldn't be bothered.

I don't wanna embarrass you.

I had a huge crush on you.

That's sweet, thank you.

So are you living here now?

Yeah, yeah.

Is it just me or does everything seem

a little bigger out here?

- Are you saying I put on weight?

Well, you did call me skinny, so.

So you moved here for work, I assume?

Yeah, yeah, as a graphic design,

got myself a big old office downtown.

- Nice.

How about you?

Painting.

Painting?

So are you making a living at it?

Mostly.

That's outstanding.

That's good for you, you know?

You were always really talented.

You really were, yeah.

- Thanks, Allen.

All right well,

wow, it's great to run into you, you know?

- Really. - You too.

You too, Allen. - Yeah.

Okay. - It's great seeing you.

Yeah it was great to see you, great to see you.

Okay well, take care, you know?

You too, good luck with everything.

- Yeah, thanks.

Say, this is gonna sound really pitiful.

I was just headed right now

over to a restaurant.

A nice fancy one, to have dinner there

on a Saturday night all by myself, and,

it just seems like I'm the only company

that I've had lately.

Allen, that doesn't sound pathetic.

- I didn't say pathetic, I said pitiful.

I wouldn't have said pathetic, but, eh.

You really got me wondering now.

Good Lord.

You know what, look,

I don't know what's going on in your head today.

You don't really have to talk about it tonight

but are you really gonna let me sit there

in that restaurant by myself

while everybody just points and laughs at me?

- It's on me now, is it?

Oh, absolutely.

- Well, I can't promise I'll be good company.

- All right, well neither can I.

- Okay.

- Okay great, all right.

Let's do this.

- Okay. - Okay.

All right.

I'm serious, it gets so good.

It gets through like all the screening,

all the proofing stages.

Oh my gosh.

Before anybody notices that the logo

if you just turn on its side,

that it looks exactly like

A giant penis.

- Yeah.

I swear to god, and so like,

and by the time that poor Mr. and Mrs. Johnson

figure it out,

they had sent out all of these cards.

They had sent out letterheads

to all of their clients, to potential clients,

to business associates with this logo right on it.

And with the motto scrawled under it that says

"In It To Please Since 1963".

Come on, that actually happened?

I swear to god, I swear.

I know, it's ridiculous.

Yeah.

What about you, do you have any good painting stories?

No, no, nothing that bizarre or phallic comes to mind.

No, it's a very solitary career, you know?

It's not actually shared with anyone

until the paintings are actually shown.

You know, the intimacy, the joy, the frustration,

it's all between you and the work.

It's an easier relationship than most, so.

Right.

You talk about it with a lot of admiration.

- I do.

I do, I truly do, I love it.

But it's been a while since I've been able

to do it at all.

- Right.

You know, when bad things happen,

sometimes people they just shut down, you know?

When things like that happen to me,

everybody always says, focus on the work,

focus on the work, focus on the work.

I don't know how to do that, I don't know how to do that.

No, I know, I hate that.

It's so frustrating that

they could take that away from you too, you know?

- Yeah.

It comes back.

Believe me, I know, it comes back.

Ah, well.

Do you want some more wine?

No, no, no, no.

I'm good, I'm done.

Are you serious?

- Yes, yes. - Really?

There is no way that you are from my home town.

No way, you are a lightweight.

I am not.

Yes you are.

Well that aside, I wouldn't mind seeing you again.

Really?

- Yeah.

After a whole night of sob stories

I'm surprised you haven't left already.

- I just didn't wanna interrupt.

You know, just because you're not feeling special right now,

it doesn't mean that you aren't.

Wow.

I think this one's my favorite.

Flawless composition, yeah.

It's a really good use of color.

You always really did have some flair.

Thank you.

Hey, where's that other one

you were talking about?

Ah.

Oh man.

I take it back.

This one, this one's my favorite.

It's the last painting I did

before all that stuff happened.

# Old song play that song again #

# Old song play that song again #

# The song that you know I love #

# Play that song again

# Something you know I'll love

# Play that song again

- Allen.

Allen, stop.

No, it's okay, it's okay.

- Allen, please.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Allen, please, stop!

Allen, stop!

Ugh, god!

- Get off of me!

The fuck?

Is this the way you work?

Get out.

You stupid,

Fine.

God.

God damn.

I can't believe you turned into such a little slut.

I'm not a slut.

Hey, you know what, you're right, you're not.

You're a cock tease.

Your boyfriend, he wasn't cheating on you.

He was upgrading.

Life isn't supposed to hurt this much.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

I have always been good with deadlines

so I've set one for myself tonight.

I haven't had control over anything but I will.

I will have control over this.

My life will end by my own design

on my father's birthday at my favorite spot in the world.

Before the sun sets, I will see my father again.

I will not be alone.

And I will hurt no more.

Life isn't supposed to hurt this much.

Life isn't supposed to hurt this much.

Life isn't supposed to hurt this much.

Sorry.

She's going to kill herself?

Yes, apparently.

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm feeling romantic.

How am I supposed to feel?

I finally find a woman what I wanna hold on to

but she's sinking.

I'm sorry, hun.

I just found her and I'm gonna lose her.

Excuse a small correction, Wyatt,

but you never had her to lose.

I guess this is the part of the story

where I give up.

I'm not sure you should be thinking

about this woman romantically anymore.

- Wasn't it you who said fortune favors the bold

and take risks, man, and all that shit?

- Yes, but circumstances have shifted badly.

Well there's a circumstance I may have left out.

- You love her.

You knew?

Of course I knew.

So what's the plan?

No plan.

I'm short on details and worse on time.

- Well, first we have to find out where she is

then convince her not to kill herself

and that you are the better option.

You being facetious?

That's exactly what we're up against.

- Okay.

All right, how do we do this?

Well, she needs a reason to stay

and you are the wordsmith.

But first, we have to find her.

Here, let's take a look.

That's gotta be it.

There is only so many ways we can look at this thing.

- It's actually not bad.

It's a pretty promising list.

Without a single mention of her name.

You refer to yourself often in the third, do you?

Not lately.

So we've got a store, a restaurant,

a coffee shop, a gallery.

You know where she works out

and you know where she dropped the journal.

So sleep first then start with the gym.

When you get there, ask for a girl named Wendy.

She's a friend.

You're a friend.

Thank you so much for this.

Well I couldn't have my big tipper moping around

scaring away all my customers.

My memory is failing me though, I can feel it.

- My phone's on.

Call me if you think of anything.

- Okay.

I may stick around for another beer

just to help me sleep.

Or maybe not, I don't know.

Well, Grace is going to go powder her nose

whilst you ruminate.

- Third person.

- Wyatt?

Hello?

Rise and shine, sunshine.

Louis, come on, let's go, handsome.

That's my boy.

# All I want

# Is somewhere to rest

# And all I get is

# Nowhere instead

# Again

# Confidence comes

# In knowing yourself

# And confidence fails

# In abusing someone else

# All I want

- Wyatt?

Yes.

Right this way, officer.

That's my girl.

There's a few women who match the description.

The first one that comes to mind is Sarah Walker.

But I actually haven't seen her in here

for quite some time.

- Okay.

- And then there's this one, Tanya Connish.

She's a real workout freak.

She's in here all the time.

Actually, she usually comes in in the next couple hours.

If you want to wait, you're more than welcome.

And she's a tall brunette?

- Yeah.

Here's both their addresses and phone numbers

from the computer.

Maybe that'll help?

Thank you, yes.

# There was a girl two doors from me #

# Her mom found her hanging from a tree #

# Oh lord

# Oh lord

# She locked her door religiously #

# And took it seven typing nervously #

# Lord

Oh, there he is.

Where you been?

Yes, thank god for good conversation.

Sorry, guys.

So how goes the search?

Total shit.

The search?

I've been sitting in here,

you're out playing love detective?

I said I was sorry.

I've been to every damn place

she mentions in this book, nothing.

This is assuming that she hasn't just

holed up in her apartment.

Yeah well maybe now

you can join us in the real world.

TV's on mute, but beer's awesome.

Frankie, what's going on?

Yeah, he's right here.

No problem.

It's Frankie.

- Hello.

- Wyatt!

Fuck you and your phone, man, where the hell are you?

I'm out, where are you?

I'm at your house.

My house, Franklin, I'm not home,

what do you want?

Look, I went to a party tonight

and I found you a gold mine.

- Okay.

You know those two psychological horror films

with the people in the mountains

and that really hot actress goes up to investigate?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mountain Hill, yeah.

Yes, Mountain Hill.

Well, I met the guy who has the rights

to the first flick and the sequel.

And he's actually read your book.

Really?

Yes.

Two adaptations to print, two very large paychecks.

I mean the only question remaining,

who's your daddy?

Come on Wyatt, I wanna hear you say it, who's your daddy?

- Shit, I guess that would be you, Franklin.

How are you not ecstatic?

- Rewriting other people's ideas, really?

Well princess, I try to find people

who will pay you not to write,

but as it turns out, there's no fucking market for it.

All right, well listen, thank you

for your exemplary work and I will call you tomorrow.

- No, no, no, no, Wyatt, Wyatt!

This guy wants to fly you down tomorrow.

I mean he's paying for everything.

Flights, accommodations.

I mean I already booked your flight.

Are you insane?!

- What can I say, baby?

I'm a mover and a shaker.

Franklin, you have ADD and fits of mania,

I can't go!

Hey, what do you mean you can't go?

I'm right in the middle of something, Franklin.

- What?

What are you in the middle of?

- Look, you wouldn't understand.

Just book me a later flight next week, all right?

You know what, I'm so sick of this shit!

Okay, what do you want from me?

Franklin, I want you to hang up the phone

is what I want from you.

No, Wyatt, you take the fucking job, you hear me?

You take the fucking job!

Would you relax, please?

No!

That's it, okay?

I'm not working with you anymore!

We're through, you hear me?

We are done!

Your dropping me?

- Dropping what?

You haven't done shit since your last book anyway,

you fucking one hit wonder!

I am so sick of this shit!

You schizophrenic little bastard!

Oh, fuck you, you hear this?

That's me spitting on your fucking door.

Come on, man!

Stop it!

- Franklin, stop it! - On your doormat,

you hear that you fucking,

- Stop!

Jesus Christ, Wyatt, what the fuck?!

Fuck!

- I am gonna finish this damn book, all right?

Then I'm gonna mail a copy to you

and I'm gonna mail a copy to your other clients.

Oh no wait, you don't have any other clients!

And get off my porch, you psycho!

Bam!

- Well you can't stop making all the smart choices, can you?

What?

- Now you got no agent.

You're letting a stupid fantasy with this chick

fuck up every aspect of your life.

Ah, Jesus, not now, Josh.

What, when?

When you got a record for stalking this woman?

I'm not stalking her, Josh.

Oh, yeah, that's right, you're gonna save her

and then bang her.

Great white savior, Don Juan, all rolled into one.

- Is this the range of your observational prowess, officer?

No, there's more.

You're running around like a fool

thinking you found miss right.

This ain't the movies, Wyatt.

She just dropped the book,

and what, you think you're in love with her?

This ain't a love connection.

It's a simple case of lost and found.

- Well how did you find your soulmate, Captain Alimony, hmm?

'Cause anybody this critical must be sitting

on something pretty fucking special at home.

- Wyatt.

No, apparently asshole here

has sorted out the enigma that's had men

baffled for centuries,

and just forgot to tell his younger brother.

Come on, wise guy, enlighten me.

Hey, I know stupid when I see it, Wyatt

and I know normal, this ain't normal!

What, you're normal?

Oh, you don't even know this girl.

I do know her, Josh!

Oh, you do?

Did she talk to you?

Did she smile at you eh?

Did she even look at you, huh?

And you think you love her,

that you're somehow compatible?

- You don't know what's in here!

That girl isn't in there anymore.

She's gone, I don't understand

what you're not getting here!

On a long list of things

beyond your fucking comprehension!

Why do you need this so bad, huh?

Hey, why do you need this so bad?

Is it gonna make your life okay?

Is that what you think, huh?

Just go the fuck home, man.

Fucking retard.

You're cut off.

- Fuck you too.

You don't cut me off, I cut you off.

I'm the fucking police, I fucking cut you off,

- okay? - Come on, it is time

for you to go Don't fucking talk to me

- that way! - Right now!

Do you understand?

You motherfucker, get out of here now!

Don't give up on me.

Holy shit.

Jane?

Her name is Jane?

- Has something happened to her?

- No, no, she dropped her book in the streets.

And it had your number in it.

She's my daughter, but,

we haven't spoken in quite sometime.

She had this number?

This is a new house phone.

Well she had it in her mind to call you.

I'm sorry.

You must think that I'm a total fool.

No.

You sound like you love your daughter.

- I do.

- Listen, there's some pretty important things

in this book and I'm sure she's missing it.

Can you help me?

Yeah, of course.

- Good.

Now listen I know this is gonna sound weird

but when exactly was your husband's birthday?

I know where she is.

Really?

- Yeah.

Her mother told me exactly where the spot is

and it's today.

Holy shit.

What the hell are you still doing here?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

I mean she's an hour away in cottage country,

I don't know what to do.

Now get going.

I don't even know this man.

I can't take his car.

You know you can, that's why you're whispering.

- I can't steal this man's car!

- He drives here every afternoon

and I put his butt in a cab every night!

Just make sure he's back here by tomorrow morning

and this never happened.

- You've lost your mind.

Oh, the friendship demands it.

- Okay.

Go, go!

Be bold!

Yes!

# Past the ocean of our street

- Where's Wyatt?

He's not returning my calls.

Hey!

He's had a big day.

- What'd I miss?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- What?

- Do you ever get what you want

acting the way you act?

This is family business.

Yeah, not police business.

Family business is grounds for a softer touch, no?

- Fine.

Where's my beloved younger brother?

He went to find her.

- Fuck!

Where's he headed?

Sit down.

I'm not sitting down.

Just tell me where he's headed.

- We have something to discuss.

We have nothing to discuss.

Tell me where he's headed.

I wanna catch him.

Tell me where he's headed, Grace.

Grace, Grace!

Fuck.

Thank you.

Now, first off, I don't like you.

No, don't take that to heart

because there's not many people that I do.

But I love your brother.

And for the last four days

I've had to sit and watch you ram your opinion

down his throat.

You're rude, mean, aggressive,

and it's people like you that make me wanna hide

in places like this.

And do you love your brother?

That's got nothing to do with it.

Then what?

Why do you need him so badly not to have this?

May I speak?

You know, the two of you,

you sit in your little bubble of a bar here

and you talk your fancy talk

and you play the part of these worldly intellectuals,

you know, and you're smarter than everyone else.

But you don't know.

You don't fucking know much!

How many suicide calls have you been to, huh?

I have, all right?

Several.

And I have seen shit that would change you forever

and it sure as fuck will change him.

Now are you prepared to take on

a full time counseling position when that happens?

If that's the way it goes down then yes.

Then you don't fucking know much.

To the wise.

It doesn't get more beautiful than this.

This is actually my favorite spot.

It's foolish to think I'd have it to myself forever.

I came here to be alone.

Should I find another spot?

No.

No, it's all yours.

A spot like this, a day like today.

Makes you feel lucky just to be alive.

You know it's funny to look out over all this

and think that once upon a time

it was enough to keep people happy.

Please just go.

- Well what if I called you Jane?

- Do I know you?

No.

But I know you.

I know why you're here.

- Who the hell are you?

I'm Wyatt.

- Where'd you get that?

You dropped it.

Did you read it?

- So I could get it back to you.

You read it all?

Yeah, I had to.

You had no right to do that.

What's wrong with you?

Look, if you just let me explain.

Don't you dare come near me

and don't say my name

like I gave it to you. - All right, all right!

- This is none of your business!

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Look, just don't.

Don't do that!

Look, we both came a long way to get here so

the least you can do is hear me out.

Nobody owes anybody anything

even if you think you deserve it.

You don't think like that.

Yeah, well things change.

You don't.

You don't even know me.

God, what am I doing talking to you about this?

And get up, you can't leave if you don't get up.

I'm not going anywhere.

I didn't come here to leave.

I came here to talk.

Talk about what?

What could you possibly have to say

that matters to me right now?

If you jump, I'll jump too.

- Why does everything have to be so difficult?

I came here to do a private thing.

This isn't a group activity!

- Jane.

You can't just come here.

- Jane.

- You wanna jump, fine, you go find your own-

- Jane!

- What?!

You always bully people like this in conversation?

'Cause you know, that wasn't in here.

Look, I saw you in a bookstore

and you didn't see me.

All right, you didn't even know I existed.

And I didn't have the courage to go and say hi to you

and I didn't have the courage

to ask you what was on your mind.

And before I got the chance, you were gone.

All right, you were in a cab, gone,

but you dropped your journal.

And every day since then I've been thinking

you know, how does it happen, why?

You tell me there's not something bigger at play here.

So I did what I had to do.

And I told myself that it was the right thing to do.

But I didn't see all this coming.

So, there's that part.

You know I pictured myself standing up for this,

if that's all right.

What else did you picture?

That I love you.

You love me?

- Yeah.

Sorry.

You don't even know me, what I'm like!

Well I know it's not supposed to happen this way.

- You're crazy.

They're just words, they're not who I am.

And why should I love you back?

I didn't find your diary.

But if I did, I would have

read it more carefully,

I would have pictured someone

who was finished with their life

because I am, all of it.

I don't wanna be here for me or you

or anybody else.

Now please just go.

- Your mother wants you to know she loves you.

You talked to my mother?

- Yeah.

Did you tell her?

- No, I didn't.

God, I don't understand what's happening right now.

I think the universe is talking to you.

It's telling you you're not done yet.

Why should you care so much?

I didn't have much say in the matter.

Look.

I can't solve all your problems

and I'm not here to sweep you off your feet.

I don't know what the future holds.

But I can tell you that you're not alone.

You're a good person.

And you deserve better than what happened to you.

So take that big last deep breath

and come this way.

And someday, when your life has sorted itself out

the way that lives do,

you'd come back here

and paint all of this.

Life isn't supposed to hurt this much.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

I've always been good with deadlines.

So I've set one for myself tonight.

I haven't had control over anything.

But I will have control over this.

My life will end by my own design.

On my father's birthday at my favorite spot in the world.

Before the sun sets, I will see my father again.

I will not be alone

and I will hurt no more.

# Poisoning myself

# Was never good at health baby #

# It's all self destruction

# Without you

# Without you

# Now I've gone away

# But I'll be back someday, baby #

# If I ever come back

# I'll see you

# I'll see you

- Thanks. - Thank you so much.

Hi, how are you?

Hi, how are you?

- Good, thanks.

Who's this to?

- Paula Bylund.

- There you go.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Sarah.

Hi, Sarah.

I love this book so much.

I'm glad, thank you for reading it.

Look, I cried my eyes out

when Samuel finds her on the ledge just in time.

That was one of the most beautiful things

I've ever read.

How do you come up with these ideas?

- The universe provides.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hi, sorry to interrupt.

I was just wondering if you had time for a story.

- Sure.

Thanks.

Wyatt.

Annabelle.

Nice to meet you, Annabelle.

What are you reading?

It's called

Time to go home, Louis.

That blissful place, you cannot find me.

Voices sometimes reach me there.

Flashes of lives lived better than mine.

Whispers of inspiration that threatened

to stand me upright and lucid for a new beginning,

and none of them louder than love.

# My baby's not like all the rest #

# And it's not just because of the style of her dress #

# When her circumstances don't act as they should #

# My baby she still looks good

# Oh yes

# My baby she still looks good

# And when it's cold outside and it's rainy too #

# And her fingers and toes are all colored blue #

# And she comes in the door with her hair all entwined #

# My baby she still looks fine

# Oh yes

# My baby she still looks fine

# Well I've seen her after she had no sleep for three nights #

# Her eyes still shining so pretty and bright #

# Don't know how she does it, this girl's out of sight #

# I've not seen one like her before #

# Well one time she fell down

# And landed in dirt

# Her face was all muddy, her body was hurt #

# She blamed it on me and started to yell #

# But man she was cute as hell

# Oh yes

# But my baby was cute as hell

# And even if she went out

# And cut off all her hair

# I'll tell you right now

# I just wouldn't care

# She could wear the same clothes #

# For 30 straight days

# And my baby would still be a babe #

# Oh yes

# My baby would still be a babe #

# Well some girls can't even take one step outside #

# Without layers of powder beneath which to hide #

# My baby looks good even after she's cried #

# And I could stare straight at her all day #

# Well I don't quite get it

# Don't understand why

# There's something about her just pleases my eye #

# If I could explain it then I surely would #

# That my baby she always looks good #

# Oh yes

# Oh my baby she always looks good #

# Oh yes, see my baby she always looks good #