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The pictures
didn't do it justice.

Oh.

- I sense danger.
- It's fine.

I'm fine.

Were you carsick?

- Of course not.
- Of course I wasn't carsick.

That's...

Richard, I'm not sure
you fully understand

what you're walking into here.

There are countless unknowns.

I can handle this, okay?

Please, just give
me some credit.

There's gonna be crying.

I'm having trouble
believing how great this is.

You comin'?

Whoa! Good Lord.

Claire.

Oh, poor thing.

Well, at least it was quick.

It's a clean thoracic tear.

We should give
him a proper burial.

I feel like I just
lost my bearings.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah.

Oh, this is charming.

Oh, the water works.

Good.

I don't know if the stove works.

Maybe they have take-out menus.

Ah, listen!

Come here, come here, come here.

There she is, the mighty sea.

Still in there.

Wow.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah.

That's so... that's...

I'm gonna look around.

Oh, they've got
plenty of towels.

We didn't need to bring any.

Oh, well.

The fuse box is in the
linen closet, Richard.

Oh, there's a skylight.

Richard?

The couch

could be a problem.

Don't fixate.

You're right.

Wonderful, everything.

Good, that's right.

You want to grab the
luggage out of the car?

I'll do it.

Phil Turley is very
concerned, Claire,

about the community's efforts
to protect the nesting grounds

of the native tern.

As he should be.

Listen, I put all my numbers

on the top sheet of that
memo pad by the phone,

so if you want to tear that
off and tape it up somewhere.

I'm in surgery
from 9:00 till noon.

So I'll check in
after that, okay?

Great, good.

Are you sure you
don't want to rent a car?

Didn't they say
there was a bike?

I'll dig it out of the garage.

It's ten minutes to town.

This will be ideal.

Okay, it's up to you.

So what does your schedule
look like for tomorrow?

I'll start at the
very beginning.

That's a very
good place to start.

Speaking of which...

Close your eyes.

Okay, you can open them.

Oh.

Mark just got one of these.

He said a five-year-old
could use it.

Richard, use your words.

Actually, I was thinking
of writing on the Corona.

Oh.

No, but this is good.

No, this is... you're right.

This is better.

Yeah.

Okay.

Richard.

These fabrics.

Oh, I talked to Peter and Lucy,

and they said they might come
out the weekend of the 2nd.

Great, great.

Who?

Peter and Lucy?

Oh, good, yeah.

They're always fun.

Yeah, yeah.

You didn't bring...

you didn't bring him
out here, did you?

What? No.

No, of course not.

No. Okay.

All right.

Have a productive week, okay?

Save some lives!

Ding!

Beep!

Hot wheels.

Let go of me.

Do you remember the time

that you ran over the
neighbor's guinea pig, Little Fluff?

No, I do not.

Now will you let me go?

Look, we both know that
you're not equipped to deal

with your current circumstances.

And until you prove otherwise,
I feel compelled to be on hand.

- Could you step aside?
- I have things to do.

I sense danger.

Would you stop saying that?

Be careful!

Why aren't you a
cheerleader, anyway?

'Cause I'm not.

Later.

You could so easily
be a cheerleader.

You could so easily drop dead.

Ugh!

Oh, no!

No, it's not like that.

Hand soap?

No, it's for your wheels.

The squeaks drive me nuts.

It's a nice bike, though.

I used to have one of
these when I was your age.

So how come you're following me?

I'm not.

Are too.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Are too. How come?

- Well, I was just...
- I kind of...

I just moved into town.

And I need a babysitter.

I just thought... you know,

I thought maybe you might
know somebody who...

Yeah, okay.

When do you need me for?

Oh, um...

Friday night.

6:00.

Address and phone number?

18 Sag Harbor Road.

I don't know the
phone number yet.

Sorry.

All right, I'll see you Friday.

I'm Mister...

I'm Richard.

Ding!

Merton regarded his
solitude as something sacred.

Merton regarded his
solitude as something 3...

Face it.

You can't live without me.

Do you mind?

I'm communing with nature here.

Why are you so
incapable of believing

I can do things
perfectly fine on my own?

Because you never have.

Excuse me?

Oh, Richard, Richard, Richard.

How many times, huh?

Huh? How many times?

"I'm gonna go through
these ballet lessons alone."

Do not mock me.

"I'm gonna, like, go through
the college years, like, alone."

Okay, that...

"You know, I don't
need you, Captain.

I'm gonna resuscitate my
half-dead marriage alone."

Zip it. You kindly zip it.

Please, for once in
your life, go it alone.

Gladlyl Good day, sir.

A good day.

You just don't like it
because I'm on an upswing.

Oh, my God.

Merton regarded his
solitude as something sacred.

Merton?

Burton.

Milton? Milton.

Milton regarded his
solitude as something sacred.

Hey.

Sorry, I'm a little early.

No, no problem.

I'm sorry, I forgot your name.

Oh, that's okay.

I forgot yours too,

but I was thinking
that it was Paul

or Steve or Dave, maybe?

Richard.

Oh, okay.

That works.

Oh, here.

It's a Love-A-Lot for the kid.

Oh, well...

Actually...

Um, so you just moved here?

Where from?

Just the city.

Oh.

Yeah, it's only temporary.

My wife Claire is at
New York Presbyterian.

She's a vascular surgeon.

Oh, wow.

Is that her?

She's cute.

Oh, yeah, that's the doctor.

My parents went through
a trial separation once too.

What? Oh, no, no. No, no, no.

That's not what's
happening here.

No, that's... no.

That's...

I don't... is it?

Well, you should
probably find out.

Huh.

Is it sleeping, the baby?

The thing about that baby is...

are you thirsty?

Um, no.

Oh, look.

The baby is not here.

What do you mean?

Basically, I guess,

there is no baby...

as such.

There's no kid?

Nope.

Well, shit.

Then this will be easy.

So when do you
think you'll be home?

Oh, 9:00, 9:30.

Okay, I got a lot of homework.

So have fun.

Okay.

Chickenshit.

”Self-loathing is
an underrated form

"'of psychological
checks and balances:

"Never too high,
never too low, '

"thought Merton to himself

as he gazed into the
rapidly reddening bathwater."

Jesus.

Don't say it.

Say what?

I know what you're thinking.

No, you don't.

I was thinking about pantaloons.

What are you doing?

You ass!

How did you get in here?

The door was open,

which is extremely
unsafe, by the way.

You don't need to
keep checking up on me.

Isn't this the guy you
said was following you?

Who does that?

You do.

It's just babysitting.

Where's the kid?

He doesn't have a kid.

Abby, this guy is a perv.

We got to get out of here now.

Okay, he's a
famous writer, okay?

Get a life.

You are my life.

You've got a problem with men.

No, I have got a
problem with you.

- What about Bryce?
- What about him?

He treats you like shit.

- When?
- Always.

- No.
- Yes.

Shut up.

Oh, you are not.

I'm not what?

What are you doing?

Making soup.

You've known this
stalker guy five minutes.

You're already making him soup?

I told you, Christopher.

He is a writer.

I love you.

What are you doing out here?

I told her 9:00, 9:30.

No, I mean what are you
doing out here with the girl?

Nothing.

That doesn't strike
you as odd somehow?

A babysitter?

I'm under a lot of
pressure, okay, to produce.

People expect literature:

The doctor, my publisher.

I've got three months,

three months to
crack this thing.

And the girl helps how?

Was I popular in high
school, in retrospect?

And the girl helps how?

Do you have to question
every decision I make?

Make better decisions.

Just do the voice.

Oh.

Oh, now he needs me.

At this juncture, yes.

- Juncture?
- Yes.

- Oh.
- Yes, just do it.

When the world is in peril,

when evil surrounds you,

when danger is lurking,

who do you call?

Captain Excellent!

I'm bolstered!

There's something
out there in the woods.

Oh, my God.

The wolf. Didn't you hear?

It escaped from
the zoo this morning.

There's a zoo here?

No, I'm just...

Well, whatever it is,
I won't let it get you.

Come on, there's soup.

What?

Yeah, I made soup.

I thought that
you might be cold.

What did you do tonight?

I went to the shore,
did some thinking.

Oh, for three hours
in the freezing cold?

You made this?

Yeah.

How?

I don't know.

A couple of carrots,

an onion, one of your beers.

Oh, I hope that's okay.

I just kind of helped myself.

No, it's fantastic.

Oh, well, you haven't
even tasted it yet.

No, no, no, I mean,
the fact of it is fantastic,

that you made
something from nothing.

Oh, you can, you know,

kind of make soup
out of anything.

That's the great thing about it.

Just whatever's left
laying around, you know.

You can take all the crap

that's rotting in your
fridge and throw out,

or you could toss it into a
pot and make soup out of it.

So I go with soup.

Oh.

It's superb.

Thank you.

No, really.

It's excellent.

Do you remember the
moment when you realized

that soup didn't have
to come out of a can,

you know, like all manufactured,

that your chicken
noodle could kick.

Campbell's chicken noodle's
ass any day of the week?

I think I'm having
that moment right now.

Plus, it's very nutritious,

which is good.

What... what happened there?

Oh.

Sorry.

It's just... it's a
boyfriend thing.

Just, um,

the bird kind of
reminded me of him.

He's chickenshit.

Oh.

Actually, it's not a chicken.

It's the North
American heath hen.

Related to the
greater prairie chicken,

but not technically a chicken.

Oh.

It's extinct now.

The last few lived out here

out on the nature
preserve at Camp Hero.

Hmm.

I did not know that.

I'm not a birder or anything.

It's just, the last
surviving heath hen

is a character in...

In what?

That bird's just...

it's the main character
of this book that,

you know, I'm attempting
to produce, to write,

finish.

Actually, to start.

Saying it out loud just
sounded kind of stupid.

Well, there's Chicken Little,

you know, and Little Red Hen.

Henny Penny.

Yeah, exactly.

Exactly.

Oh, you know, there's
a lot of books out there

about poultry.

We should settle up.

Okay.

Is that about right?

Actually, I'm $12 an hour.

Oh, okay.

I only have a $10.

Do you have change?

Let me check.

So how come your
boyfriend's a chickenshit?

None of my business.

Sorry.

No, he just...

He just bugs.

You know, it's like
when he's with me, it's all,

"Oh, you know."

And when he's with his
friends, he's all, "Ugh, whatever."

It's just... you know,
he's a fucking chickenshit.

Right.

Okay, so thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

Thank you.

Can I ask you a quick question?

Sure.

Does this couch
make me look fat?

I wouldn't sit there.

Hmm.

So okay.

Good luck with the chicken book.

Same time next week?

Um...

Okay.

You didn't tell me your name.

Richard?

Richard.

Are we separated?

What?

Is this a trial separation,
what we're doing?

What makes you think that?

I don't know.

Our separateness.

Sweetie, if we were separating,

you'd be the first to know.

G

Well, we would
have discussed it.

Trust me.

Okay.

Whew, good.

It just moved.

Well, that's not possible.

It's been boiled to death.

Poor little Louie.

Well, don't name it, Richard.

I mean, do whatever you want.

No, don't... don't
name your food.

Here.

Oh.

There. Okay?

Hmm?

There you go.

Hmm?

If only everything in the world

could be covered in butter.

What a world that would be.

I guess.

What a buttery world.

He any good?

I don't know.

It's kind of wordy.

So what does the
tenderer render?

I haven't gotten
to that part yet.

Well, let me know.

I'm sure it's
something brilliant.

What were you doing
in my gym class?

Nothing.

You think I didn't see you?

I was just there
for moral support.

I suck at volleyball.

You do not.

I suck at everything.

No, you don't.

You're fantastic
across the board.

Would you just shut up?

We never go out anymore.

Look, you got to leave, okay?

I'm meeting Bryce later.

He's beneath you, you know.

Why you got to
wear so much shit?

'Cause it's freezing in here.

Run the heater.

You want to pay for the gas?

Are you done?

Yeah.

See you later.

Okay.

Well, just go for it.

I... I... I'm going.

Okay, well, he's dead now.

Why don't you go?

Damn it. It's your turn.

I don't know how
you do this all day.

I mean, there's
so much pressure.

Well, it's just a game.

- I know.
- No one's dying here.

Go ahead.

We can play something else.

- No, it's fine.
- It's... you know.

All right.

Let's see.

That one's on my side.

Yeah.

Well, that was fun.

Yes, it was.

Fun-packed weekend.

Okay, well, have
a productive week.

And I'll see you on the 15th.

Yeah.

What?

You're standing.

Oh.

Really?

Really?

That's enough of that.

You remember when you
stuck that dime up your nose

and tried to snort
it out your mouth?

The cowboy outfit for your
seventh grade school picture?

You remember?

The horny toads,
the hunger strike?

I cautioned you
against those decisions,

but you didn't listen to me,

which is fine, 'cause
you were just a kid.

But now it's grow-up time.

The babysitter?

Bad, Richard.

Very, very bad, Richard.

That chair's gonna be a problem.

Sakes alive.

“Making the monkey.

"A humorous monkey is
popular in zoological gardens."

"For example, it is lovely
that you make a baby monkey"

"with small paper and that
you put it on a mother monkey."

"Fold A. Top right corner."

Why origami?

Why now?

I needed something
to do with my hands.

I'm having trouble telling
which is the monkey

and which is the swan.

Oh, that can't be all of them.

No, no, there's a
bunch more in the truck.

Oh, great.

Start bringing them in.

Horton r...

Richard, Richard,

for the love of God,
don't do this please.

Listen to me.

You're making a huge mistake.

You're going for it.

It's Abby.

My name.

Oh, you got rid of the couch.

Yeah, the couch was a problem.

Um...

This is for you.

Oh.

It's...

it's a fish.

A dead fish.

A whole dead fish.

Yeah.

My dad fishes,
like, for a living.

It's a fluke.

In what sense?

It's called a fluke.

It's... the water around
here is swimming with them.

Ah, yeah.

So it's edible?

Yeah.

A fluke.

That's great.

Thanks.

So I read that book you wrote.

I hope that's okay.

Reading my book?

Of course.

You may be one of the few.

So are you going out tonight?

Out on the town?

Uh, I don't know.

What do the people of
Montauk do on a Friday night?

The Yardarm's totally dead.

So you'd probably like that.

It's down by the harbor.

You can't miss it.

What did you think of the book?

I don't know.

What did you think of it?

Me? Oh, I...

you know, it's
got its strengths,

got its moments.

I hate it.

You should probably
put that fish in the fridge,

'cause it'll stink up
the whole house.

Trust me. I know.

What?

Soup ingredients.

You know, if you feel like it.

You bought me a rutabaga.

You're making
this too easy on me.

Well, like I said, you
know, if you feel like it.

No pressure.

Your book was cool, actually.

It kind of blew me away.

You planning on
having something to eat?

Thanks, no.

I've got soup at home: Homemade.

Can't beat that.

Another beer?

Sure.

So what brings you down
to the South Shore, then?

A book.

A bird.

A book about a bird.

Research work, you know.

My wife makes a good chowder.

Not so much a clam
chowder like you'd expect,

more of a corn chowder.

My Lorraine, she can
shuck a dozen oysters

in a minute and a half.

Local Malpeque oyster?

That's the one.

My wife invented and patented
a lifesaving polymer shunt.

Shunt, you say?

Shunt.

So there's our heath hen,

hunkered down at Camp Hero.

Just down the road here?

Yep. As game warden...

The Alfred guy.

Yeah, correct.

Alfred is his actual name.

In the book, I am going to
call him Horton or Morton.

Anyway, so he's brought
his flock of heath hens

back from the
brink of extinction.

Awesome.

I mean, he was
down to 11 of them.

11, you know, but now with
care, and dare I say, love,

and incubators,

he's got 200.

And it's like the hen is saved.

Safe, thank God.

But because our
story is a tragedy,

- you know what happens?
- What?

Fire.

- No!
- Come on!

Oh, yeah, it sweeps
across the preserve.

Of course, the heath hen,

not nature's most
intelligent bird to begin with...

I hear ya.

She just sits in her nest.

You know, and she doesn't
have the sense to run

or fly or waddle.

You know, when
the fire runs out,

there's just five
birds remaining.

Roast chicken.

What happens to the five?

They dwindle.

They dwindle

till there's just
one left, you know?

Just one.

Just one poor
stupid little thing.

You know, it's
just a stupid bird.

Just one.

It's a true story.

Another round for
my friend here, Mike.

Chicken shit.

Oh, you did make soup.

Bless your heart.

Oh.

Mm, oh.

Such a small act of kindness,

but I can't tell you
what that means to me.

Well, it's no big deal.

It's just soup.

You are such a beautiful girl.

You are such a beautiful child.

You're loaded.

No, no, no, I

well, yes.

Okay, I should go.

Since tonight
was a little longer...

You know what I am?

Let me tell you what I am,
just in case you're interested.

This is what I am.

What?

I am the only child
of an only child

and an only child.

And you know what that means.

No cousins?

It means I am the
end of a bloodline,

the last of my kind.

Okay, well, then have some kids.

Said the babysitter.

If you only knew.

Okay.

Look, it's gonna be 60 bucks.

Okay, you should go to bed.

I don't blame her, the doctor.

You know, she's just...
she's a human mechanic.

You know, she's got her hands
inside human beings every day.

They're just machines
to her, you know.

They're machines that break,

like rot factories.

So how can you create life

when you know it's
gonna end up in death?

I mean, I get that.

I get it!

I don't blame her, but...

Hey, I'm sorry.

Eh.

See, she doesn't realize
that human beings are warm.

You know, they need contact.

They need, you know...

you are such a beautiful girl.

You are such a beautiful child.

Thud!

No, no!

No, no!

Thud!

Shit.

I'm gonna go.

Why are men such dicks?

Beats me.

I just thought he was lonely.

We're all lonely.

I don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't have hit him.

No, you definitely should have.

Okay, would you rather?

I don't want to play.

Oh, come on.

Would you rather

have no TV for a year

or only be able to
watch The Golf Channel?

Golf Channel.

Yeah, me too.

At least it's TV.

Your turn.

Okay, would you rather
have no friends or no parents?

Claire?

Richard, the couch is outside.

Is it the 15th already?

Are you okay?

Yes, I am.

There's soup in the kitchen.

Have you been making soup?

I'll be right back.

All right.

You made the soup.

What babysitter?

Work is going great,
and I'm still not here.

Drink it up.

There you go.

Now get out there.

You know the funny
thing about soup?

You get the ingredients
basically into the pot

along with the sauce
and the... not the sauce.

The juice.

You mean the broth?

Right, right, and then it
just needs some cooking.

Richard, is anything wrong?

I'm not...

I'm concerned.

Oh, well, thank you
for your concern, Claire.

Speaking of... how
are your patients?

Are they doing well?

And what are some
of their names?

You know, you've
got a bruise right here.

Oh, well, you know,
beaten down by life.

You know, winds of change.

Anyway, I want to do
some unloading of boxes

if you want to pitch in.

Then we can grab some brunch.

Oh, no, Richard, no.

Are these all...

Oh, yes.

Why?

Why would you
do that to yourself?

Well, I just thought
as I embarked

on the writing of my second...

my much anticipated
second novel,

that I should be reminded
of the remarkable,

I mean, really quite
noteworthy failure

of my first novel to sell
any copies whatsoever.

Richard, I can't go
down this road with you.

No, no, no, it's gonna be
very motivational, really.

That was smooth.

Hey, I got through it.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

What?

My super senses are
telling me something.

- What?
- Yes.

I think the doctor
may be on to you.

Oh, hush your mouth.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Shit.

What do you want?

I came to see if you were okay,

'cause your head was...

It's fine. I'm fine.

You need to go.

What?

You need to go now.

Well, screw you too.

And you were the one
who came on to me,

by the way.

What?

Last night, asshole.

I was gonna apologize
for hitting you,

but forget it.

You're a creep.

Wait, Abby.

The doctor's out
of her shower, FYI.

Richard, who was that?

Girl scout.

Girl scout.

Oh, okay.

Horton regarded his
solitude as something sacred.

Horton, Norton,

Norwood.

Norwood.

Norwood regarded
his solitude as S...

How's it coming?

Norwood regarded
his solitude as some...

Richard, what's this?

It's a fluke.

In what way?

The fish. It's called a fluke.

The water around here
is swimming with them.

Oh, okay.

What were you
planning on doing with it?

Do I have to have a plan?

Can't I just have a
fish in the house?

Yes, fine. I'm sorry.

I thought we could
cook it then eat it.

How's that?

I guess I just hadn't
caught up with the fact

that you're a cook now.

Okay, stop. Stop it.

You can stop.

Please stop now.

Stop it.

Stop, stop, please!

Stop!

Abby.

Who the hell is that?

What the hell is she doing?

I don't think I got a chance
to pay you the other night.

How's $60?

Keep it.

You don't even have a kid, so...

I think there was kind
of a misunderstanding

about some of my
actions or intentions.

I'm pretty sure I
said some things.

Whatever.

I'm sure you're sorry
that you said all that stuff.

I'm not sorry,
actually, about all that.

What I'm sorry about is that
I was so abrupt at the house.

It was just...

Your wife was there.

Yeah, I figured that out.

Yes, it would have
been, you know,

awkward, you know?

No, actually, I don't know.

Well, Claire wouldn't
really understand our...

Our what?

Uh...

our friendship.

Abby.

Come on.

We're out of here.

Anyway, I wanted to let
you know that I respect you.

And is that Chickenshit?

Yeah.

He's a good-looking guy.

Yeah, he sure thinks so.

You coming or what?

We're going to Turner's
house, smoke a jay.

Yeah, just a minute.

I'm Richard.

Look, you said you
wanted to hang out more.

You in or out?

It's okay, Abby.

I don't want to keep
you from your jay.

Who's your friend with the bike?

Abby's been babysitting for me.

How's Wednesday night?

Sure.

Damn, girl, move your ass.

Sorry.

What's wrong with you?

Richard!

Hello!

Don't you do it!

Richard, are you here?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Listen to me.

Hey, this won't end well.

Hey, how you doing?

Come on.

I want to show you something.

Great, okay.

I have a problem with my hands.

What do you mean?

They won't do what
I want them to do.

What do you want them to do?

Anything.

I don't know, something useful.

I want them to build
something or make something.

Like what?

Even Jesus, I mean,
he was a carpenter.

You know, it wasn't enough
for him to save mankind.

He needed a trade.

I'm a flimsy man,
an insubstantial.

Well, compared to Jesus.

I'm a paper man.

No, you're a writer.

Yeah, that's crucial.

No, it is.

Here we are.

Where?

"It is possible to be so at sea

"when life and land have
slipped under the horizon.

I quietly wish to never
see either again."

Did I write that?

I wrote that.

Hold this.

Abby?

Abby!

Abby!

Come on.

Abby!

Abby.

Abby!

Jesus, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Come here.

You cannot do this.

You can't do that.

It was me

that dared her to go in.

It was really cold.

It was much, much
colder than today.

But you know, she wasn't
gonna turn down a dare.

We were like that.

And I had eaten 23 oysters.

Hmm.

So I don't know

why she went in in her clothes.

Um...

I guess maybe we
thought it would be warmer.

Kids.

And she was laughing,

and, you know, fine.

And then she was...

And then she was gone.

Just under and gone.

And I just stood there.

And then a couple
hours later my mom came

and found me.

And I guess, you know,

I was waiting for
her to swim back in.

But she never did.

How old?

Same age as me.

We're twins.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

That was a long time ago.

I like to go out
there every year

and swim back to shore.

You know, I like
to feel the cold.

It must have...

I don't know what to say.

So we're both only children.

That was our thing every year,

and you know it.

And you take that guy
out there on this day.

He didn't even know her.

I know.

Remember when I was the
only one that would talk to you

for a long time?

I know, but...

He doesn't love you.

If that's what you
think, you're wrong.

What do you want me to say?

I could so move to California.

You shouldn't just assume

I'll always be around,
'cause one day

maybe I won't.

Stop it.

Is that what you want?

I don't have much
of a story, do I?

It's all relative, I suppose.

Exactly.

Other people seem
to have had events.

Things have happened to them,

life-altering occurrences.

I used to do things.

Remember?

This isn't about you.

Amazing things.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

No, no, no, no.

Tell me what you
want me to say, literally,

'cause, frankly, at
this point, I got nothing.

But you have touched
several lives, Richard,

through your work.

It's not about your happiness

but the happiness
you've brought to others.

Hey, look, it's the fund-raiser

for the children's
hospital tomorrow night.

And I was thinking of
donating that bottle of wine,

the '71 Chateau Petrus.

I know we were saving
it for a special occasion,

but, well, it's for
a good cause.

So what do you think?

Richard, did you
drink that wine,

that $5,000 bottle of wine?

It's not in the rack.

It was for the children.

Will you call me, please?

Come in.

Whoa.

Check out the couch.

You like?

I made it with these.

All right!

That's awesome.

- Yeah, sit.
- Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

Uh!

Huh?

It's nice.

- Oh, those...
- just ideas for titles.

For your new book?

- Mm-hmm.
- Cool, what have you got?

Uh...

Cloudscape,

Death and Desolation,

The Daffodil.

Memoirs of an Amnesiac,

Bolero.

Bolero?

Okay.

Ad Nauseam,

Balm of Silence.

No?

Old Miss Ptarmigan's
Blackberry Wine?

Whoa.

Let's forget it.

Titles are impossible.

Paper Man.

You seem a lot more
interesting than me.

I'm not.

It just seems that way
because I have a dead sister.

Where you been all day?

I don't know.

Whatever.

So the party's off this weekend.

Turner's mom busted him.

So what about the cove?

It's fucking cold out there.

Big deal.

So the party's off.

What kind of party?

What do mean
"What kind of party?"

- A fucking party.
- Just nothing.

Just some friends hanging out.

You could use my place.

What?

Seriously?

Yeah, why not?

This weekend's not so good.

My wife's back.

But you know, we
could do next week.

Friday?

Friday is cool.

Really?

Yeah, I'll get a keg.

Nice! Nice.

What else do you guys need?

Appetizers, you know,
paper plates and stuff?

No, no, no.

We're okay.

We've got it covered.

Great, we're on.

Righteous.

Thanks, man.

You didn't have to do that.

Ah, it'll be fun.

Richard!

Richard?

Richard, please.

Hi.

When the world is in peril,

when evil surrounds
you, when dange...

Okay.

Richard, help me.

You don't like it?

All the furniture is outside.

And what the hell is this?

You seem disappointed,
going off your body language.

You don't pick up the
phone once this week.

You don't call me once.

I drive all the way out
here, and there's this.

Richard, say something.

What's this?

What's what?

This. Whose is this?

Will you just tell her?

Claire?

Yes?

Are we unhappy,

or are we just
pretending to be unhappy?

What do you mean?

Are we just pretending
to be unhappy

to add drama to our lives

so that we seem
somehow more substantial?

I mean, think about it.

Our lives are
embarrassingly easy.

We've got plenty of money.

We got friends.

Well, you've got friends.

There are people out there

who have real
problems, you know,

real reasons to be unhappy.

I mean, I could be a coal miner

dying of black
lung or something.

You could be 3 Cincinnati
crack whore on food stamps.

- What?
- I don't know.

Doesn't it feel
like we're faking it,

our unhappiness?

No-

No, it's real.

It's very real.

I'm going home now.

I think you think
this is still charming.

We're not 23 anymore.

You need to pull it together.

Pick up the phone this week.

And bring the fucking
furniture in from the lawn.

Norwood regarded his
solitude as something...

Norwood, Norman, Richmond?

Richmond, Richmond.

Richmond regarded his
solitude as something...

Ew!

Richmond.

Hitchmond.

Shmichmond.

Shmichmond.

Richmond regarded his
solitude as something...

Unbearable!

Richmond regarded his...

Unbearable!

Richmond regarded his
solitude as something unbearable.

Ptoo!

Come on.

Scalpel.

No, you're starting too high.

You need to go down
at the base of the chin.

Oh.

And then cut up from there.

Good.

Careful, careful, careful.

Let me help you.

All right. Ready?

Yeah.

And there.

Good, good, good, good.

Okay, would you rather
always walk backwards

or stub your toe every
time you took a step?

Why would I want to do either?

It's a game.

Just pick one.

Ah!

Oh, drop that in the pan.

Beautiful.

You are really good at this.

My wife reattached a leg today.

Oh.

Maybe I should have
been a fishmonger.

I could have, you know,
mongered some fish.

Okay, which one is it?

Is it walk backwards
or stub your toe?

Well, could I just design
a special kind of shoe...

Mm-mm-No-

Oh, wait. Here.
Flip that in a minute.

Gently, gently, gently.

I guess I would walk backwards.

I'm not good with pain.

You?

I like to see where I'm going.

Okay, come here.

You hold this end.

Ahh, paper men.

You know, for your book.

Oh, yes!

Oh.

I got something for you too.

Yeah, close your eyes.

Oh!

A camel.

A peacock.

It's the swan,

the beautiful, graceful swan.

Oh, sorry.

Aw.

Come in.

Whoa.

Oh.

We look good.

Yeah.

Wow.

You really went all out.

Yeah, too much?

No, mm-mm-

No, it looks great.

Party town.

Mm-hmm, the keg's in here.

And I put the hors
d'oeuvres in the kitchen.

I think it will flow
well that way.

Yeah, oh.

That's a pinata.

Yeah, I went for the donkey.

You know, go classic.

You don't really do
parties much, do you?

No, I'm a little nervous.

Well, relax.

- It will be fun.
- Okay.

No-

Hey.

Hey.

Shit.

Yeah, I know.

Where's the freak?

- Don't be an asshole.
- What a dickweed.

Hey, Bryce.

What's up, man?

Where do I put these?

Kitchen.

What about the box?

Whatever, man.

Whatever feels right, you know.

Mi casa, you know.

What?

Where's the cups?

Nice.

Hey, welcome to party central.

Come on in.

That's it.

Hey, what's... hey.

What grade are you guys in?

Wow... oop, I'm sorry.

Somebody wants to party.

What's up?

Hey, come on in.

Let me see some ID.

I'm kidding.

Hey!

Hey, hey.

Having fun, huh?

What's happening?

All right, line up.
Get 'em up here.

Stop dicking around.

Watch this.

Drink, drink, drink!

Whoo, when, one, cool.

High school for me was
a time of self-discovery.

There you go.

When I look back on it...

though, got to say,
wouldn't want to be 17 again.

We're 15.

Ah.

Okay.

Oh, what?

Come on.

Oh, sorry.

Dude, do you mind?

What are you doing?

What?

What the fuck are you doing?

What about Abby?

What about Abby?

You don't do this to her.

You don't do this
to that little girl.

Mind your own business,
you fucking pervert.

Chickenshit.

What did you call me?

Chickenshit bastard.

You don't talk to me like that.

Who the hell are you?

Who the fuck do
you think you are?

You don't talk to me like
that, you fucking freak.

- You think you can threaten me?
- You're a child.

I'm a child, huh?

Is that what I am?

Bryce, get the fuck off of him.

What are you doing? Stop it.

Are you okay?

- What's the deal?
- What's the deal here?

- You fucking him?
- Stop it, Bryce.

Seriously, are you fucking her?

No-

- I don't give a shit.

He can have her.

She's fucking crazy anyway.

Why don't you go
back to the looney bin

where you belong?

And take him with you.

Get the fuck out.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Get the fuck out now!

Go!

What the fuck
are you looking at?

Get out of here. Party's over.

Chickenshit is an asshole.

Yeah.

Great party.

Yeah.

I love you.

What?

Not in any inappropriate way,

nothin| that's not,
you know, decent or...

I just find when I
examine my heart

I find...

I think that
there's love there...

For you.

Yeah.

I love you.

It was...

It wasn't really a looney bin.

It was...

I mean, I was only there
for a couple months,

you know, just until I...

My parents thought...

I don't know.

I never told them.

I never told anyone.

Me and Amy.

Me and Amy

were both supposed to go

into the water, and she did it.

And I swam back.

I swam back.

I couldn't...

I don't know what we
were so unhappy about.

I mean...

what could we have
been so unhappy about?

Eight.

I guess you're too young to know
that you can get over anything.

He's always made poor decisions.

Same with her.

You feel helpless.

How long you been with her?

Since she was eight.

You?

Oh, Christ.

That's got to be over 40 years.

Second grade.

Isn't he a little old for you?

I keep telling him that.

He never listens.

They never do.

No-

- What's your gig?

I've pretty much done it all.

Battled monsters under
the bed, been a cheerleader,

confidant.

These days, it's a bit of a
mystery, to tell you the truth.

You?

I'm crazy in love with her.

Tough one.

Yeah.

It's been all right.

I think she's almost
done with me.

Good.

Great.

Get out while you can.

I tell you, they open
the door, you run.

You don't want
to end up like me.

Guess not.

Captain Excellent.

Christopher.

Nice to meet you.

See you around.

Oh.

What? What? What? What?

You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

Don't overreact here.

Shut up.

- Don't tell me how to react.
- It's not like that.

Shut up!

What is this, Richard?

What... who is that?

Who the fuck is that?

She's the babysitter.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out!

Hi, Lucy.

Hi, Peter.

Hi.

Claire, we'll just be...

I didn't sleep
with the babysitter,

if that's what you're thinking.

Oh, that's so comforting.

Why do we even
have a babysitter?

It's just a kegger, Claire.

That's all.

Just a kegger?

And with whom exactly
did you have a kegger?

Just some kids
from the high school.

Richard, just stop.

None of this is okay.

Okay.

You knew we were
coming this weekend.

Why are you doing this?

I've been at a bit of a loss.

That's a bullshit answer.

I've been floundering,

and Abby has been...

What? Abby's been what?

A friend.

For God's sake.

That's not a friend;
That's a child.

- You have friends.
- No, I don't.

Do think that was a
chipmunk that we hit?

- I think they hibernate.
- Yeah.

'Cause you don't know how
to relate to other human beings.

Yeah, you isolate yourself.

Oh, you could talk.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

You can be cold, Claire.

Let's just maybe
get out of here.

Can we just get out of
here? Can we leave this area?

What do you mean by that?

I don't know if it's
your profession or what.

But it's made you hard.

- I can't...
- I don't accept that.

I wanted to have a baby.

Is that what this is all about?

We could have
had a baby, Claire.

Why didn't we have a baby?

Why? Because you are a baby!

You're an infant.

You still have an
imaginary friend.

I just wanted a
little warm thing,

something simple
I could start with,

a single relationship with a
person that was new and pure,

where I could be me
and they could be them,

and that was all
that was expected.

And we could build this world

where there was
someone else other than me

to think about and be about,

the relief of being able to
give the world to someone else

and just let it be theirs,

let them have their turn,

so it doesn't end with me.

Well, that's all you.

Where do I come in?

What do you mean?

God, you're the mother.

Uh, I'm so sorry, you guys.

But we're gonna go.

We're just gonna go.

B&B just anywhere?

Anywhere.

I'm sorry.

- No, it's fine.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- We're just gonna...
- Okay, I'll walk you out.

We should all go on
a cruise or something.

Okay.

Take care.

All right, if we're
gonna do this, let's...

all right, by the way,
what is she, like, 13, 14?

Let's at least get our
facts straight, though.

Okay, it was you, Richard.

You didn't want to have a baby.

You weren't ready.

So that little fuzzy
fucking speech

my friends had to
hear was bullshit.

And now I'm... I can't.

So I guess I'm the bad guy.

No, not the novel.

Look, I'd rather you didn't...

What is this?

What is this?

That's it.

After all this time out here,

this is it?

This?

Maybe if you'd spent
more time working

instead of fucking
the babysitter...

No-

- You're useless.
- Yes.

You're totally useless.

Yes, I am.

What is wrong with you?

I don't know what
to do with my hands!

Everyone, Jen and my
sister and Liv all envied me.

I had the one who made me laugh.

What happened?

I don't know what happened.

You stopped laughing.

Help you?

Yeah, I came to pay my respects.

Sorry?

The heath hen, the
North American heath hen.

This is where the
last one lived, died.

Oh.

I wouldn't know anything
about a heath hen.

But you're welcome
to look around.

We've got several
varieties of plover.

Thank you.

So this is what the end
of something looks like.

The world went on, Richard.

But never the same.

Who knows how she
might have changed things

with her just being
here, the ripple effect.

And if that chicken
hadn't died out,

you'd be perfectly
well adjusted.

Maybe.

Doubtful.

Instead, I'm a childless loser.

I'm condemned to
oblivion, Captain,

just like our little hen.

It's time for you to go.

No-

- You know what
I'm saying, Captain.

I mean, go and never come back.

I'm not ready.

It doesn't matter.

You can't help me anymore.

The doctor's right.

But you'll be all alone.

Yes.

Last of my kind.

Okay.

Do the voice

one last time.

Please.

When the world is in peril,

when evil surrounds you,

when danger is lurking...

Who do you call?

Captain Excellent.

I wish I had a really amazing

fucked-up father like him.

Captain.

Richmond regarded
his solitude...

Merton regarded...
Horton regarded...

Richmond?

Richmond?

Richard.

Richard.

Richard regarded his
solitude as something sacred.

I had this dream last night.

And you were in it.

Oh, was I interesting?

You were you.

You're leaving, aren't you?

Yeah, you know,

'cause of the situation.

Yeah.

I figured.

You know, spring
is my favorite time,

'cause summer
people aren't here yet.

It's not so fucking cold.

Yeah.

Um, I made you something.

That's the swan.

The beautiful, graceful swan.

It's... Richard, it's perfect.

Yeah, well...

Thank you.

It seems like we were
just getting started.

Here.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm a horse's ass.

Yes, you are.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna need some
help Getting this couch in.

Richard regarded his
solitude as something sacred,

as a well-earned badge of honor,

a cloak to be worn
to ward off life,

as his safety.

Solitude is who he was.

This caused those in his life

to view him with a
barely veiled contempt.

Richard was certain
that he was not liked,

which is hard on a man.

Maybe it was because
he gave nothing

that he received
nothing in return.

In any case, his situation
had become intolerable.

The closest things
he had to friends

were either
imaginary or extinct.

Richard had reached
a point in his life

where this was no longer enough.

And then he met a girl,

and she was warm,
and she was sad,

and she was maybe
lonely in a way

that reminded him of himself.

She'd lost things that a
girl should never have lost.

And she knew things,
and she taught him.

And Richard thought,

"Maybe this is what
friendship feels like.

Maybe."

It was just a glimpse.

They'd barely begun, really.

But in those long
few winter days,

she'd given him so much,

enough so that
Richard could go on.

And what had he given her?

Just a few words on a page.

Not much, perhaps.

But for Abby, he
hoped it was enough.

Okay.