All language subtitles for I.Melt.with.You.2011

Words are tools.

You use the words to create, to create.

But that doesn't necessarily mean to
build. It means sometimes we use words

to chip away at ourselves.

Ronnie? Yes, baby.

Are you okay in there, Ron? You know I
am.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Okay, I don't want you to miss
your flight. I'm coming out right now,

baby. I would like that. Okay.

Hello, how are you?

I'm in pain.

So you need something?

Please concentrate on what you're doing.

Remember the train of thought, the flow
of ideas from your brain

down to your pencil, onto the paper,
into your eyes,

back into your brain, and around again.

Team Princess.

Is anyone paying attention?

I wasn't scared.

I know, I can see that.

So enjoy your week of freedom, people.

And remember, every time you crack open
that farewell to arms, I have impinged

upon your freedom. I am resolutely not
sorry.

Yes. Yes. Money, money, money.

Here we go.

I love you guys. Bye.

I love you.

Timothy. Hey. This, my friend, is your
friend Richard.

We'll be celebrating your birthday on
this holiday, yes?

See?

Big stir, stir.

You have all the info.

Just look for the balloons on the gate.

Meow, meow, meow, meow.

There's no point in asking, you'll get
no reply.

Oh, just steaming by, I don't decide.

I've got no reason, it's all too much.
You'll always wonder how

too much.

too much is for real.

Stop it, cheek. Comment.

Richard?

Who could that be?

I wonder.

First thing he does, turn my fucking
music down.

Richard, come here.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh!

God.

You don't age.

What is up with that?

Have you got a painting of yourself in
an attic somewhere?

Come on.

What's the secret?

For old time's sake, huh?

Huh? Maybe a drink.

To start, anyway.

Love the car, by the way. How are you?

Yeah, I bought it from some guy away
from the airport.

I just saw the sign and howl. Impulse
bite.

I intend to destroy it in the next four
days.

Something's never changed, Richard.

Jills.

I've been wearing it again.

Five years ago this month.

God, has it really been that long?

Jesus.

I'm so sorry.

Every time I see you, you say those
words.

And I always believe you.

And you never try to tell me to forget.

But, per usual, it is my job.

To remind you that this week is about
forgetting all that.

If only for a moment.

Hmm?

Mm -hmm!

Oh!

He lives.

He lives!

You cannot be cynical and expect to have
any kind of success in this world or

any other.

Especially if you claim to be an artist.

I'm tired, sick and tired of cynical
artists.

We're not all those here.

Uh -oh, my liver just had a heart
attack.

Hey, if you need anything else, I'd be
happy to pick it up for you in the

morning.

This is her.

So pretty.

She's all grown up, Ron. It's crazy,
huh?

Hey, um...

Is she getting cocky?

I pray for your soul. You cannot pray
for a soulless man. Oh, yeah? Ronaldo,

me ask you this. Yeah.

When your 16 -year -old daughter's hot
friends come by, do you ever think about

what it might be like to fuck them in
the ass? I told

you, see?

See? Pass the blow.

Told you.

Hey, hey. I merely say what others
think, but fear to say.

You want some honey? No, don't tell
Mommy. Look at that.

Oh, my God. Look at this. This is the
first time in the history of Internet

estate photography the place is as big
in real life as it was online, huh?

Beautiful, Ron. Perfect.

Let me know when you want to settle up.

It's already settled.

Rich, you're different from you and me,
Timothy.

We've always been different.

Oh,

you're welcome, by the way.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I was there. You were not there.

I was there.

I was there. I popped my head out. You
get busted. I'm the guy. I popped my

out, and I go, because all I wanted to
let you know is I was going to bail you

out. So I said, how much for bail?

And he looks at me, and he goes, that's
him. That's him right there. That's the

guy.

And you weren't there. I don't remember
you were fucking there.

No, you weren't there.

The doctor

is in!

He certainly is.

Yes! What and how much?

Enough to treat you.

Welcome, my friend.

Bye -bye.

Bye -bye.

Due to a derailment there will be no
other train. So why not hop on it?

It's a forgery train.

Amanda, during her pregnancy, is getting
incredibly nauseous. What do you think

it was from? Do tell.

I'm dying to know. It was me.

It was my sense.

No, seriously.

Four months of her pregnancy, I have to
sleep in the other room.

Okay? But I have become a professional
masturbator.

What the fuck is this shit? What are we
talking about?

It's you guys once a fucking year.

It's my life.

How's the world of dating, pal? Oh,

come on.

You have to date them and then it's your
right and your privilege to take what's

rightfully yours. I hope you're doing
that. Why don't you tell us about what

told me about a 20 -year -old woman?

Thanks, Rich. I don't think I can stay
here for this.

Come on.

I don't think I can stay here. When you
told me, it just sounded like you could

fucking get it off your chest, you know?
I mean, you... It was a one -time only

thing.

And the girl came in late in the day.
She was pretty, to say the least. And

it had been a while for me.

And I used anesthesia on her.

Let's get to the part where you sent the
receptionist home.

I did things.

I mean, I basically lost control.

Looking back on it, I really feel that
I... Oh, you!

It was that good.

Hammer.

He lived in the house.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. And who was the guy?
It was Diamond. No, no, no. Diamond

Teller. No, no, no.

You know, I actually fucked Emily.

And who else? Guilty of charge, Sharon.
She gave me crabs. She gave you crabs?

I fucked her boyfriend, Jeff Schneider.

Oh. Great. Well played.

It's so fucking funny. What? When I
fucked Emily, I gave her crabs.

Which basically means I gave you the
crabs.

You know how to get rid of them? By the
way, this is true. You take a really

good, good lighter and you shave one
testicle. And you light the other

on fire.

The critters run from the burning
testicle onto the shaved one.

Okay. And then you take an ice pick and
you just jam it into the fucker.

Is it possible to have a conversation
that's a little more serious? No.

fucking hate, man.

There's people we can no longer do and
say the things that make us feel good.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
Doing and saying stupid things makes you

feel good? I know what I'm talking
about. Like, when we get past 40, we can

longer be honest about what makes us
laugh. And if you're a father, forget

You show any immaturity, you lose all
credibility.

Well,

you don't need to participate in the
conversation.

It might be illuminating. Because you're
such a powerful man.

Oh, no.

That's not fucking it, by the way.

I am here to talk about Volvos.

Volvos? Volvos!

I got one of those.

She's got a beard. Of course she does.

Look it, she's got a mangina.

See? I didn't forget about you. Never
do.

Look.

I guess I can die now.

Do it.

No one else is around.

Please.

Thank you. All right, they're all glad
you're born. Hey.

To me!

To me!

To us.

A band of brothers.

I want to be a door.

dislike rock and roll so much.

It's dead. It's a disease.

It's a plague. It's been going on for
too long. It's history.

It's not achieving anything.

It's just aggression.

They play rock and roll at airports.

That is like advanced as it can possibly
get.

But there was a time when you didn't
feel that way. It is too much like a

structure, a church, a religion, a fast.
A time when you did not feel that way.

What made you choose it? No, I've always
felt this way.

Even when you worked with the Sex
Pistols? I wondered when you'd get round

that one.

Yes, even then.

Because the Sex Pistols was going to be
the absolute end of rock and roll, which

I thought it was.

Unfortunately, the majority of the
public, being the senile animals that

are, got that wrong.

Where did the name the Sex Pistols come
from? Who thought that name up?

Some animal, I can't remember.

It doesn't matter.

It's history.

Well, I think history matters a little
bit. When you say some animal, is this a

member of the band? History does not
matter.

I mean, your program's called Tomorrow.

There must be a reason behind that.
Well, unless we remember our yesterdays,

there will be no tomorrows.

Charlie don't surf when we think he's
good.

Charlie don't surf and just know that it
ain't okay.

Charlie don't surf for his family or
mom.

Charlie's gonna be a Nepal's car.

Rain or rain, your power must be on.

So hang on, it's time for you to go.

And the rock will roll.

You're jumping on that rope.

There's a one -way street in a one
-horse town.

One -way people starting to brag. You
can laugh, put them down.

These one -way people gonna blow us
down.

Charlie don't surf and you think he
should.

Charlie don't surf and you know that he
ain't looking.

Charlie don't surf for his camera mom.

Charlie's gonna be the next rock star.

Put the water up here.

It's an old Jesus. Here.

Boys, don't cry. Killing an arrow.
Excellent.

Johnny hit and run Pauline and I win.

Because I got 50 points.

Jimmy, you all right down there?

Come on. I'll radio for help. To the
dunes, man.

How are they going to find us?

They'll find us.

The best swimsuit of all time. Cheryl
T's in the... The big neriolas.

Yeah, exactly.

She's wearing a... Yes.

I miss pussy hair.

Yeah. Is this so fucking wrong? No.
Everybody looks like a fucking Barbie.

know, you don't want to have a fucking
machete and get in there and just, you

know, night vision goggles and shit. You
want a clean runway.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God.

This

is

the best I've felt all year, being here
with you guys. Yes, indeed.

Yes.

But I know it's because I can't feel
anything.

Drugs.

Just roll that in.

That's why we do the question, right?

Is that why we do this?

I love it. I think it's fantastic.

I mean, I look forward to it. I plan for
it.

I need it.

I mean, it's like...

Christmas. For me.

Or if you're a non -Christian, it's like
your birthday.

Yeah. Or if you're a Jehovah's Witness,
don't celebrate birthdays, then it's

like the day you get married. No, it's
slightly less to do than I imagine a

typical Jehovah's Witness wedding to be.

But at your wedding?

What wedding?

Oh, man.

We are marooned.

They're stuck, man.

Why don't you have a woman, Fletch? I
mean, I know you have women, but like,

woman. Why?

Why do I need the woman? Why?

You know, you know. To tame you.

To train you.

I'm trained. I'm house -trained.

Untamed, maybe, but I don't piss on a
carpet.

It's okay.

The letter girl loves you.

Who wants this?

My mother.

She's... You fuck lots of women.

Have you ever truly loved one?

I love them all.

You can't love them all if you only love
one.

But that's true.

That's interesting.

Yeah.

Well, I don't know what I think,
Timothy.

When they really get to see me,

I don't like that they see me.

You make sure of that.

A government subpoena?

Yeah. Thank you.

Recognize anyone here?

Fuck are those people?

I don't even recognize that guy.

You ever get scared?

What are you asking?

I guess I'm asking you if your life went
out the way you thought it would.

I just don't have the time, man, okay?
That dreamy shit, it's not, it just, it

ain't for me, man. Not now, not now.

Well, you've always been more evolved
than me, Tim, always. But being part

will do that to you, help you to develop
your sensitivity, you know?

I get it.

Look, I... I just...

Dilaudid. A morphine derivative.

I had a patient who offered me money for
a prescription to

change the landscape of my practice.

saying you can write about people and I
can save lives.

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third
time.

For y 'all have knocked her up.

I have tasted the maggots in the mind of
the universe.

I was not offended, for I knew I had to
rise above it all, or drown

in my own shit.

You okay, man?

Hey, man.

It's a brilliant idea coming out here.

Oh, yeah.

No, I got it. Let's go fish. Let's go.

And the best news is we're going to be
here all day.

Fuck you guys.

We're having a reunion.

Hey, Timmy, I'm...

So, this is a reunion, huh?

We all went to college together.

Jonathan and Richard have known each
other since grade school.

We meet every year, somewhere.

Well, that's nice.

It's nice. It's good to catch up.

Sure is.

I left school when I was 14.

She kept me moving, so I never had any
reunions.

Except for with my wife after long
fishing trips.

She died 11 years ago.

Cancer.

So I spent most of my days out here just
drifting around trying to figure things

out.

I realized I was lucky to have felt
something that looked or smelled or

resembled real love.

us folks never taste that.

I tasted it.

And it made every day anointed.

Nothing mattered when we were together.

And when we were apart, I felt him.

I felt him.

Like my own breath.

Do you believe in heaven?

I wish I did.

You still writing?

Yeah, I write. I write all the time.

I write for poor cards.

I write on chalkboards. I write to the
school board and ask for more money.

And sometimes I write, dear God, when
you get a chance.

Can you tell me why I've got nothing to
write about?

What does that gibberish mean, then?

My mom.

Who's Amanda?

I tell you, Rich, man, sometimes I can't
believe that I chose so well.

I wake up with that warm body next to
mine, and I just... Yeah, you're lucky,

man.

She doesn't push me or question me, you
know?

We respect what we both do, and it's
defined.

I know my role.

Over my head, drowning, motherfucking.

I'm going to go get the food. All right.

Yeah.

Sounds good.

Uh, did you have a larger one go?

Yeah, well, um, is there anyone else
here who might have a order?

This one.

God damn, I'll tell you, that's mine.

Would you like to pay now?

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

Would you like to come home with my
order?

I'm working.

You could probably work on your line.

If I work on my line, will you consider
my offer?

No.

She likes me. She likes me.

It's like you're feeding an army there.

Walk out with me.

What? I want you to take that apron off.

You say that like you like it.

I'm going to give you my number.

I've been down for three days.

I have three friends.

We're a hard one.

Have you got three friends? Do you want
to come over?

It's up to you.

Hey, if you plan on throwing that
away...

Richard, I'm moist.

Faith.

Faith.

In all the while, I think of you. I
don't think I've ever heard anything

this. A very strange reaction. The more
I see, the more I do.

Baby.

We'll be here.

Bye. Bye.

Get higher, baby.

Get higher, baby.

And don't ever come down. Yeah, I'm
married. I couldn't be more married, all

right? Well, that's private, Randall.

Actually,

indeed I do. He does. I know. I know he
does. A lot.

How the fuck would you know that?

He's always too tired to fuck me.

How do you have sex with the same
person?

So versus what? Like having sex with
random people over a long period of

You know what? The first time that I
ever saw my father have sex with my

I thought that he would kill him.

My father, through a seven -year -old's
mind, got down on one knee and he said

to me very gently, he said, son, I was
not hurting your mother. I was simply

fucking her brains out.

I'm studying to be one.

You've been out.

Does do it.

Anyway, this rich guy Greenberg moves
into town.

And he's building this ugly 25 ,000
-foot mansion right on the oceanfront of

mom's house.

He tried to stop him legally, but he
crushes her with his money.

Fuckers putting him in a helicopter pad.

Hey, you know, if the guy can live like
a king, why the fuck not?

Total excess equated with living like a
king. I mean, why do people need all

that shit? God, the shit is there.

That's crazy.

You actually believe that?

I don't believe it. I know it. No, you
can't know something if it's a choice.

Where'd you learn that college bullshit
from your philosophy professor?

I'm just saying people don't need
certain things, even though they might

they do. How the fuck would you know
what people need? Who pays your tuition,

huh? Who pays your fucking rent?

Mom and dad. You're a little fucking
infant in diapers, you fucking bitch.

don't you come and talk to me when the
naivete wears off, all right?

Jane. I don't think you have any idea
what time it is.

5 .30 in the morning.

Miles is sleeping.

I just want to hear his voice.

And you know that Daniel works late.

Yes, and he can control fucking the
world's oil markets.

How does he make so much money when the
rest of the country is so broke?

Are you drunk?

No, I'm fucking high.

I'm high as fucking shit.

if you still love me.

Oh, that's what paper is.

You've got to stay on top of it. What
kind of shit do you write? I just write

stories, things that mean something to
me. Ah, the personal stuff.

Oh, God, no, he's so great. I mean, he's
really amazing.

And then so you submit them, right, to
quarterly script like that?

My last one I actually read in the New
Yorker. You were all so proud.

And then you write another one. And then
you'll get the heat

behind you, and then that will push you
through to write

the novel, to type.

Is there something wrong with that?

You published a book I'd love to be able
to do. I was like that. I was so

fucking excited about this and about
that.

But you just, you think it's going to be
so fucking rosy. So

fucking rosy. Well, Jonah's not like
that. No.

He doesn't think anything's going to be
some certain way.

He just loves to write.

You don't have to speak for him. You
live in some sort of disillusionment.

Because it's easier than being honest.

What are you hiding from, old man?

You think he's going to be like you when
he's older.

It makes you feel better about yourself.

I should ask her to come over.

I can judge for myself.

It's impossible.

I killed my boyfriend.

I killed him in a car.

True nirvana only happens when you die.

They were lucky.

Death was something to attain.

Do you see them alive when you close
your eyes and go to sleep?

Thank you.

Oh.

Yo, Tim!

Somebody help him.

Because I'm lost here.

I'm not.

I remember everything.

Senior year.

The room upstairs.

The green couch.

The slanted walls. The Joy Division
posters all over the walls like it was

yesterday. It was Timmy's idea.

He said...

Will we ever remember this moment?

Will we ever have friends like this?
Will we ever feel this way again?

This alive?

This free?

This possible?

Again. Oh, God, I... I'll never forget
it, and yet...

No, I forgot it.

Tim didn't.

Look, we all said a lot of things when
we were young.

Okay. Okay, so this means nothing to
you.

Your word's no good. Look, we're going
to call the police now, right? Say what?

We signed an oath, and now our friend is
dead?

Please come pick up the body. Who gives
a fucking shit?

Fuck.

Timmy obviously did.

He remembered what we wanted to be.

This is insane, by the way. We are high.
We are high as shit.

Well, we need to just think this
through.

Look, we just need to come down, all
right?

Sleep it off, all right? I can't come
down.

Okay? Now, hold on. Okay, I'm confused.

Shut the fuck up. I'm confused.

Are we talking about not calling the
cops? All our names are on that note.

piece of fucking shit Scrawl signified
means nothing!

I'm not the same fucking fool who signed
that. Neither are you, all right?

Things change.

Well, you certainly are not the same
person, Ron.

What the fuck does that mean?

Okay, so our bond in the good you,
promise we made, none of that

means anything.

It means we fucking think alike.

It means that I am not the same person.

None of us are.

The same fucking friend. Fuck you. Fuck
you. I'm a father. I am a fucking...

And? And so are you!

John sees his son once every two weeks,
and his son calls his stepfather.

Dad. You write your name in blood, and
it means what?

Your blood means hooey to you. So you go
home, go to

your mother.

Go to your wife, who you love, and you
go explain to her how badly you fucked

up, okay?

You failed.

You disappoint.

And how badly did you fuck up, huh? You
greedy cocksucker. What did you do?

Bank robber?

Steal people's money?

Bank robber now? Bang, bang, bang!

Run me to bank robber!

Tell us!

Did you go bad on us? You're like the
hideous men we read of Jonathan.

Did our little Ronnie go bad on us?
Yeah, hello. We have an emergency.

What the fuck are you doing?

Someone has committed suicide.

We have to call the cops. We have to
report this.

This is who we are.

Let me just get this straight. You want
me to sign off on some 25 -year -old

idealistic piece of bullshit that I
don't even remember?

Richard. Are you kidding me with this?

This is not a reality. This has nothing
to do with now.

Tim is dead. No, Timmy died for his
reasons. That's right.

You know, guilt.

I know he could never live with himself,
but he did it.

It was weak.

That was his choice, pal. That was his
life.

You know what? You never follow through
on a motherfucking thing in your entire

life. Not even then. You know what we
used to call you behind your back?

Buddy, Rat Ron.

Rat Ron.

Because you were a fucking rodent.

You're selling us tickets to concerts
that you got for free. You're trying to

fuck Jonathan's girlfriend.

Rat fucking Ron.

Always had to be the man.

The man with the plan.

Will you tell me?

Tell me, Rat Ron.

Is that why you're in so much trouble
now?

You fucking loser. Where are all your
bestsellers, huh?

Where are all your fucking bestsellers,
you fucking hack?

You forget when Rat Ron bailed you out
of jail when we were seniors? You forget

about that because your mommy didn't
have any fucking money?

Artie Little, Richard, with no fucking
money. And Ron had all the money because

that was my fucking role.

You were art, I was commerce. That's
what you said. You remember that?

And you, how much money did I make for
you over the years? You fucking zombie

quack fuck.

Let me try to lay this out for you in a
language that you can understand, okay?

The way I see it, you got two choices.

One, you can stay here.

Two, you can die there.

I got a feeling no matter what kind of
bullshit you wrapped yourself up into,

man, you were in it so deep it is going
to fuck you in the ass and swallow you

whole.

This is insane.

This is fucking insane.

Oh, my God.

Look at Timmy.

I think you should leave, Ron.

I think you're the best.

All right.

I'm going to go back up my stuff, all
right? I'm going to take off. I'm going

home.

I just want to make it clear that I left
before any of this happened, all right?

We should do something about Timmy.

Encourage of the coward.

is greater than all others.

A scaredy cat will scratch you if you

back him in a corner.

Bye -bye.

This is all Timmy's.

Hey, fellas.

Captain Bob.

It's good to see you. You too.

Where's your buddy Tim?

He, uh... Yeah, he had some other

plans. Yeah, pretty sudden. He had to
take off. Yep.

He must have been disappointed, I
believe.

Yeah. I guess he went home sour.

He didn't catch any fish. Probably.

Probably.

Got so embarrassed, he took off.

Hmm.

All right. Well, you boys stay here. All
right.

They're on their way! I got him!

McCauley had a heart attack.

Are you okay?

One of those guys saved his life.

Really? Yeah.

I know them. They've been out on the
boat with me.

And they've been hitting her real hard.

They are a motley crew.

Not from around here.

Hi. Hi.

I'm Laura Boyd. Sorry to bother you.

No bother.

What's up?

The Atherton sometimes have me.

Path by, check in.

It's in the area.

So there's just the four of you? No, one
guy took off. Yeah.

Who's counting?

Nobody. Yeah, yeah.

My buddy had to go back to Portland for
business.

Are you the doctor? No.

No, he's, uh, sleeping.

After the heroics.

Yeah.

And it was heroic.

Yeah.

I've seen that Porsche somewhere.

Oh, uh, yeah, my buddy, uh, you know,
bought off a local.

So, probably.

Right, yeah. And the other one's mine.
Is it right, though?

That one. That one.

That's yours.

What's your name?

Ron.

I'm making a salad.

Hey, Ronaldo.

Hey, man.

We got something.

You got to try this.

I'm so scared.

Of what?

Me and Timmy?

That cop that was doing what we're doing
here.

Yeah.

Man, I left some messages, man.

The feds are at my home.

I rob clients, but I never cheated on
Amanda. I never cheated on her, ever.

Yeah.

Never.

You know, in the beginning, you're
trying to help people. You're trying,

you know, and to enrich them.

And then...

something gets inside of you some some
rationale you know and then you just

a little for yourself just a little bit
and then you know one zero turns into

two and three more and more and more and
more and more man more you

can't it's just it's just a drug man you
just you dream you get high

I love taking care of my family, man.

I was the man.

I was the man for a while, Rich.

I wish you could have seen me.

I really wish you could have seen me.

Amanda, will she forgive you?

No one will.

Will you do it?

Fuck you. Please. Please. Do it.

I can't do it. Don't. I have to do it.

I have to.

You don't have to. You can go home. You
can face it. I tried, man. I tried. I

can't. I tried to think of myself going
home and seeing her

and having her look into me.

In my eyes and I...

I

can't face it. I can't face it.

I can't.

You have to do it.

Please.

I remember when I met you.

You were such an asshole.

But you were cool.

You were this dark guy with a dead dad.

You were so cool.

You turned me on to holiday in Cambodia.
Remember that?

Remember?

And I turned you on to the pretenders.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Is he awake?

Fuck, I told him to go home, you know? I
told him to go home. I told him to go

home. I never listened to anybody.

Those were assholes.

Can't handle your beer, huh, faggot?

Hey.

Hey, man.

That's our drink, asshole.

You made fun of my misfortune.

And you made a gay flirt.

How can that possibly matter?

You're going to buy us two more fucking
drinks, brother.

Or you're going to buy yourself a taxi
cab to the hospital.

I'm not buying you anything.

My friend's a physician.

So I get treatment right here.

Should I require it? You're barking up
the wrong tree, asshole.

The worst fucking nightmare.

You need new material, my friend.

Barking up the wrong tree?

Worst fucking nightmare?

This guy.

You're joking, right?

Here, here, I'll give you one. I'll give
you one. I fucked your girlfriend so

hard in the ass, she cried for more.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's been used before, too.

By all the motherfuckers who fucked your
cocksucking whore girlfriend in the

ass.

What a good shot, man

Mind if I have a word with you? Yes.

Heard about the fight last night. The
bartender said you got hit pretty hard.

I've got a problem that I need to solve.

Yeah? Yeah, your buddy Ron said that the
rental in the driveway was his, but I

checked it out and it belongs to a Tim
Arthurs.

Yeah? Yeah.

That car there?

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, that's Tim.

We're going to return it for him.

Yeah, I don't know why Ron would say
that.

Right.

May I speak to him?

Ron.

I had to go.

Yeah, he left early this morning.

How'd he leave?

Um... Okay.

I don't know.

I was sleeping.

I left him.

Do you mind if I look around?

Excuse me, I had a question about...

That old guy from the diner. How's he
holding up? His granddaughter Emily said

he's doing just fine.

I'm glad to hear it. He's hanging in
there. Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Is there a problem?

I just had a question about your cars.

I was hoping I could talk to your friend
Ron.

Ron's gone to pick you up early.

Yep.

Why are you here?

So how long do you guys think we're
going to stay in?

Now I remember that Timmy fucking did
it.

He didn't forget.

He never forget.

I wanted to be the one. I wanted to be
the one.

What you looking for?

There I got you son.

Give it up.

Comment on my chosen profession.

Hey, Jane.

Hi, Jonathan. He's right here.

Hi.

Hey, buddy.

Miles, how are you?

Good.

Daddy took me on a helicopter yesterday
because he had to meet someone for

lunch. I was only a little scared.

Miles, I'm your daddy.

your stepfather.

I'm your father.

Thank you.

Main engine start.

4, 3, 2, 1.

And liftoff.

Liftoff of the 25th base shuttle.

Clear the tower.

4 .3 nautical miles.

We can't remember what this feels like.
This feels like the one we want to live.

We'll die.

I gotta get in that house.

Was it drugs?

Yeah.

Not under control.

I mean, it's not recreational, I'll tell
you that.

Okay. Are you here to save me?

I need you to tell me where your friends
are. Oh, God.

Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you
like it?

Good?

Good?

Do you...

Think. It can keep me alive.

All by itself.

Can you?

I'm here.

I love my friends.

I love my friends.

I thought about it when I was weak.

But you know what? It only made me feel
weaker.

You know why?

Because... Because you can't have the
past back. No.

No.

No. No.

Every time we were together, we were not
present.

We weren't here. We were wasted.

We were always fucking wasted, okay?

We didn't do...

What we said, we would.

So, maybe it was

a way of

saying...

They want to know where my friends are.
I need to know.

They're dead.

They're buried in the back, in the
rocks, in the sand.

Thank you.

Sure. Look at me.

You don't have to do this.

You know where we are?

It's so fucking beautiful.

Come here. I'm so goddamn scared.

Kate.

Why are we doing this?

You don't have to do this.

I've missed my friends too much.

25 years from now, if we can't remember
what this feels like, then we have

forgotten this beautiful moment.

Who we said we'd become, our promise to
each other, swearing to and by our

friends, we will never forget. See this
life, our life, the one we want to

live, and the man we want to be and will
be.

To forget this feeling is to fail.

And if we forget it, We will die as one.

There's no point in asking, you'll get
no reply.

Oh, good singing, but don't describe.

I've got no reason, it's all too much.
You'll always find a horse.

Out to lunch With the pretty house

of pretty With the good With the pretty
house

of pretty With the good With the pretty
house

of pretty

Using all my breath.

Waking up to you just now.

I saw the world crashing all around your
face.

Never really knowing it was always.

Passion.

I'll stop the world and melt with you.

You've seen the difference and it's
getting better all the

time.

There's nothing new.

Better lies, the kind which never hates.

Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.

I've made a pilgrimage to feed this
human race.

Never comprehending my sad life.

There's nothing you and I won't do.

I'll stop.

The future is open.

But it gets better all the time There's
nothing

you can do about it