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What are you doing?

I'm hungry.
- Sugar keeps you awake.

If it does not, I will not
a lot of sympathy calls.

We are leaving.

We rent a cottage in Maine
and glows into a fireplace.

That sounds cheerful.

Do not.
- What?

Do not leave as if you want to
Have sex just because you're nervous.

Just a little put.
Then we fall asleep easier.

I actually slept.
- Did you? It is unnatural.

Come on.
You do not have to do anything.

How pathetic.

Yes. I'm pathetic.
In the true meaning of the word. Patos.

Eros.

Fine, so do it.

Imagine a young gritty bull,
who found you naked on the beach.

His big fist is sunburned ...

... and the hairs on the knees are bright.

His middle finger explores carefully ...

Now he takes his huge, dangling ...

... swelling cock forward.

No, stand up!

Hello?

Hello.
Do I speak to Joseph Castleman?

Yes. Yes.

My name is Arvid Engdahl. I'm calling
from the Nobel Foundation in Stockholm.

That's not a joke?

No, I assure you. They can get
My number and call back ...

No, it is not necessary.

Before you continue, I'll just ask my
wife take the second tube. Is it okay?

Of course. I'm waiting.

I'm here.
- Is it you, Mrs. Castleman?

Mr. Castleman, are you still there?
- Yes.

It's a great honor to me
To inform you, mr. Castleman -

- You've been awarded
Nobel Prize for Literature in the Year.

Thanks. Thank you very very much.

It's a great pleasure to us
award you the prize.

Your writing extends widely.

Do not just write
with outstanding intimacy, wide and deep -

- They have also challenged the novel form
in a way that will affect new authors.

Yes, I should get something out of it
all the gray in my beard.

Indeed. And thanks for doing it
for the sake of the world.

Mrs. Castleman ...?
- Yes.

Your husband comes to
to fight with the press today.

I would advise you to manage the conversations
because it's pretty exhausting.

I'll take care of him.

Mr. Castleman, You should probably call
around, so I'll let you celebrate it in peace.

We'll be back with all the details.
And once again: Congratulations.

Thanks. Thank you.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I have won the Nobel Prize!
I have won the Nobel Prize!

What is it?

Joanie, I'm just kidding.
I'm going to bed. It will be a long day.

Come down. Came!

Joan ...

Such ...

Then you go to Stockholm ...
When?

Until December.
- Then it's cold.

Does Joe buy a coat for you?
- No.

I will behave like other first-class
and finish with a good coat.

Joanie, come on. Came ...

Good day hall
Good morning, Joan.

As beautiful as always.
- Thanks, Hal. That was sweet said.

The New York Times is here.
Tell.

Your husband has displaced Bill Clinton
from the front of the Sunday supplement.

Is it like Avedon's pictures,
where can you see all the pores?

Every single gifted pore, my friend.

It feels completely unreal.

How do i look?
No crumbs? Nose hair?

No, everything is good.
- Oh, Joanie ...

It's not a huge scam, well?
- It's reality, love.

Breathe.

Joe, come on, we're waiting!

Come and we'll do it.

Hi, my little child's children.
I need a nap.

Poor mom.

Well, my little lamb ... there you are.
Sorry, I'm late on it.

I tried to find
some honorable cigars to father.

I have not bought anything. Should I?
- No, he has become so spoiled.

Hi, abemand.
- Hi, sister.

Hi, little guy.

David ...

I'm excited to say that ...
Your father has shown me your short story.

Yes ...?

It is incredibly well written.

What did he say?

We have not discussed it yet.

This way, thanks.
Beautiful.

You look good, Joe.
- Mr. Castleman ...

Such. Fine.
David, did you just come?

Yes.

Congratulations, dad.
- What is it?

Maduro-cigars.

Oh boy! They are so beautiful.

Bon appetite.
- What a wonderful gift. Thanks, David.

Well, you still smoke, I can see.
Otherwise, I would like you to survive me.

Have you read my story?
- Yes, we can talk later.

So that's a shit?
Why do you do that?

Because you avoid the subject.
- No, I only have other things in my head.

We speak when it fits better.
- Okay.

Help your mother.

No, Joan, let me do it now.

Joanie ...

Come on, Joanie.

Champagne ... Where is Susannah?

Here, dad.
- Come here. Take a glass

I do not drink.
- A little champagne does not harm the baby.

Quiet, everyone. Joe ...

Let me quote from
'Meditaciones del Quijote'.

"I am me,
added to my surroundings. "

"If I do not care for the latter,
I do not care about myself. "

Today I'm the happiest man in the world.

I'm healthy and fast,
plus minus a few bypass operations.

I have you, my wonderful friends,
my knowledgeable students.

My son David,
my beautiful daughter Susannah -

- and soon a grandson.

That right now flows happily
in her mother's fetal water.

And finally ...

Finally, I have my beautiful wife Joan.
The love of my life. Come on, Joan.

The love of my life.

Without her ...

... I'm nothing.

My biggest business is actually -

that I could convince her
to marry me

Hal, make him stop.

Cheers for Joseph Castleman, 20th.
century's greatest surviving author.

Cheers for Joe!

Thank you, everybody.

A little more cake, mr. Castleman?
- Yes please.

Where do they come from?
- Cambridge.

Have you been there?
- No.

A little more cake, mrs. Castleman?
- No thanks.

Do you want a bite of mine?
- No thanks.

Do you want a pillow anymore?
- I have.

Do you just want to look at this?
- I'd rather solve crosswords.

Sorry, mr. Castleman ...

A gentleman down behind says,
that he knows you Nathaniel Bone ...

Say that ...
- Excuse me for interrupting. Thanks.

I just wanted to say congratulations.

Hi, Nathaniel. You hardly take it
to Stockholm for herring alone?

I would never miss the ceremony.
It is a unique business.

It's not about the price,
but about finding the geyser for the next book.

Surely, and you have the ability.

May I also congratulate you, Joan?
The spouse's role is appreciated too little.

I appreciate my wife.
I appreciate her a lot.

I was thinking about the rest of the world.
Notifiers, Readers ...

I should be impressed with that
Have managed to get on board here -

- but you are not allowed to write
my biography. And let's be alone.

You have done that.
I just wanted to say congratulations.

Thank you because you came and greeted you.
- I mean it sincerely. Thanks.

David, how's the writing?
- Go down to your room, Nathaniel.

Just sleep on.

Stomach to fool.
- You were rude.

Otherwise, he never gives up.

You do not have him as an enemy. nothing
is more dangerous than a wounded writer.

He can run and jump,
if he can not withstand a rejection.

I just noticed it.
- Nice. Well.

Remember to stretch your legs
like dr. Krentz says.

Mr. Castleman, welcome to Stockholm.
It is an honor to accept you.

Thank you.
Just a moment ...

This way.

It was something of a journey.

Sorry I was pushing.
I do not want to be a nuisance.

I apologize
my man's unpleasantness.

You do not have to. I know that he
flooded by talkative people.

Should we let as if I have said
something fun so you look happy too?

No thanks. I'm fine with that
to stand here in my own thoughts.

Joanie ... Joanie, are you coming?
My wife.

Mrs. Castleman. Arvid Engdahl,
who woke you up early.

There was no trace unchristian.
It extended my husband's life for ten years.

It is Harry Castleman's wife.

It's Walter Bark,
which will accompany you to all exposures.

Me an honor
We take care of everything you need.

Thanks.
But I do not really require much.

When he is asleep.

It's Mrs. Lindelöf.
She takes care of the winners of the winners.

Your husband gets busy -

- so I can arrange shopping
and beauty treatments ...

Thanks. We will see ...

And that's Linnea Engwall, your private
photographer. From your publisher.

Me an honor
I am a great admirer.

Thanks.
It is kind of you.

I follow you with the camera, but you
just leave as if i'm not there

It's Mrs. Castleman.

David.
It's my son David.

Good day, David.
We are glad you could come.

It's always lovely,
when the children of the prize recipients participate.

We consider you to be
as charming as your fathers.

Yes. Okay.

My son is incredibly charming.
When he is not fighting with jet lag.

Shall we show you to your rooms?
- Yes, thank you, that would be nice.

Go first.
- Thanks.

It must be from my lawyer.

Do you have my reading glasses?
- Yes.

He always sends
the same cheap syringe.

Here you go.

Yep. The nutmeg.

Do you want it, David?
- No, Dad.

Chocolates ...

Cool. David?

No.

"Enjoy, Enjoy! From Sylvia Fry."
Who the hell is that?

One of your novel characters.

Dad, so!
- He's tired, David.

Memory fails a bit. It also happens
for you. Previously, if you smoke.

Yes yes, dad.

Hold on again You get heartburn.

Have you seen the bookshelf?
They have all my books!

They have even 'Walnut'
on skide arabic

Did you know that edition?
- It paid for the freezer.

Take care with it. What ...?

What are you doing?
What's up with you?

I find my room.
- Fine, honey. Get some rest.

Take some fruit with you

He is a little out of it.
- I hope he gets a bang here.

Stop getting so rough.
- What ...?

Joan, is something wrong?

No.

I was not attracted to her woman.
- It does not take me at all.

Brush your teeth.
You have a bad breath.

Have I?

Do you think they noticed it?
- No, they were too busy to admire.

All the attention
makes me a little uncomfortable.

Do you just listen to my heart?

Is it over?
- No.

I'm too old for this.
- We are both.

What now? Should we go out?
- No. No, we're going to sleep.

Joanie ...
Can not we try to enjoy this?

TO J.
WITH PEACE, J.

Good day, miss Archer. Come in.

Your story ...

I have read it twice,
and both times -

- I liked it.

Thanks.

But there is a long way yet.
- I am completely prepared to change.

You do not have to change anything.
You must go deeper.

You write with great intelligence, but ...

You are unattached.
- The figures should be unattached.

Especially the mother.
- But she has not always been like that, right?

She has been someone's child,
somebody loves ...

She has longings,
fear, secret desire.

She probably also has bowel air.
- Yes, but she gives the maid the blame.

Fine.

I'll take care of you.

I can be something of a mouthful.

Do not lubricate too much.

You are intriguing as you are.

I would like to ask you something.

Could there be the slightest possibility for,
that you are available on Saturday night?

I am.

Do you want to be a nanny?

My wife and I have not been out,
since Fanny was born.

I would like to. I love infants.

A true author
does not write to be published.

He writes because he has something important
and personally he has to get out.

An author has to write,
just like he has to breathe -

- and he stays on

- despite loneliness, despite poverty,
despite the bunker of rejection.

Despite the parent or the wife who says:
"Get yourself a real job!"

An author writes, for he does
not, his soul will starve.

"Slowly his thoughts were lost -

- as he heard the snow fall out of order
through the space -

- irregularly fall
as the final ending -

- over all living and dead. "

James Joyce. More is not needed.

You should heat a bottle. It is cold.
- I did when you asked me.

There is chaos.

Is that the girl?
- Yes. Her name is Joan.

Good day. The little one is up here.

Carol, are you just taking my tie?
- It is on the bed.

I know.
Will you take it to me?

Just get up, Joan.

Such is my life, God better it.

SEVERAL CREME

TO CAROL
I LOVE YOURSELF, J

So, so ...

Nothing is happening.

I am falling in love with your father.

Oh boy ...!
Good morning, mr. Castleman.

True Lucia has come for
to honor a great author.

Saint Lucia?
- Yes, I told you yesterday.

You did that. I ...

Where are you? thanks.
- Excuse me.

What are you about to do?
- On the toilet.

Sorry if it was inconvenient.

I'm actually grateful.
I had nightmares.

I was back in Brooklyn
and lived with my mother.

Let's sing again.

And then she says:
"Joe, Joe, I'm badly new."

But then my little Russian grandmother screamed,
It is built as a footstool:

"Not before the food!
You spoil his appetite! "

"You spoil his appetite ..."
Sorry, I interrupt the lions.

But I would like to introduce you
for another prize recipient family.

Fine. See you later.

James Finch gets the prize in physics.
He is highly gifted and gracious.

James Finch,
It is the author Joseph Castleman.

A pleasure. I wish I could
Say that I had read all your books.

And I wish,
that I had understood all your formulas.

I have read your books. They are far more
interesting than James' crush roller.

My wife Constance is also a researcher. She
Have a critical approach to my work.

My wife happily does not write. Or else
I would like permanent write blocking.

Good day. My name is Joan.

Joan is the love of my life.

These are my children. Ellen ...

She must solve Alzheimer's riddle,
before my own dementia sets in.

My son David is the author. He is
well on his way to finding his voice.

Sam works with conductive polymer -

- Peter is interested
for prime factors -

- and Chester tries
to reject the string theory.

He can not quite help,
but we carry over with him.

Sorry, mr. Castleman, but it's time
for your lecture. This way.

Yes I ...

It was nice to meet you, James.
- Just like that, Joseph.

A pleasure, Jean.
- Joan. It does not matter.

Hello.

How are you?
- Well.

What about them?
- Fine.

Can I take a picture?
- Of course.

See you.

David the next time I introduce you,
could you try with a little eye contact.

Fine. And next time you do not describe me
as the half-finished author.

"He is finding his voice."
What does this mean?

It's a fact. There you are.

And it takes time.
It did that for me too.

No, you put out with a bestseller.
- I had a hard upturn.

Live a little, just see.
And do not smoke in the car.

I can roll down.
- It is cold. And you should not smoke at all.

And you should not stuff yourself
with animal fat.

What the hell are you?
- Hold on, both of you.

Are you mad,
because we have not talked about your short story?

I do not want to talk about anything,
you avoid as it was a huge shit.

are

I think it's a promising beginning.
But that's not what you want to hear.

You will hear that it is brilliant.
- No not at all.

Stop! Stop!

Where are you, however, an idiot?

David, you want the rest day
for yourself?

Then he misses my lecture.

Do you want to do that?
- Yes.

What will you do?
- Stockholm is a European metropolis.

Should I get rid of this?
In the middle of the street? Is it good enough?

Gustav, be sure to stop here.
- Yes.

You get a little money.
Can you find the hotel?

Yes.

Come in to us when you come back.
- Yes. Thank you mom.

Oh boy ...

It's not easy to be your son.
anyone

You might seem a bit more proud.
"He could work a little harder.

We should not only praise him.
- I think he has talent.

Then say it.
- It does not mean anything.

It must come from you.

He should be able to write
without my agreement.

Everyone needs a cheap price.

Yes.

These shoes will be my death.

Come with your foot.

You do not want to keep up with it
to thank me in your speech?

I do not want to appear
like the suffering wife.

You understand that, right?
- I have to thank you.

Everyone thanks their wife. Or else
I appear to be a narcissistic pig.

So are you!

It's done quickly.
A sentence. It will be painless.

Come on ...
- No. No.

Is everything OK?

Do what you need.

"Teacher wife."

You have illuminated Mrs. Castleman
in a most interesting way.

It's not about your wife.
It's just a character study.

Miss Archer,
I have already said that you are writing well.

But I'm unsure,
if it is penetrated.

This is from my novel
'Sleeping dogs'.

Most of you have not read it,
because it sold only 1000 copies.

Most were bought by my relatives,
which was well paid. By me.

Then we begin. First chapter.

A glass of wine?
- No thanks.

They are so green.
- You always think so.

Let me introduce you to Miss Archer,
the promising young writer I was talking about.

Excuse me. Joan ...

Joan, that's Elaine Mozell.
- Good day.

Their prose is wonderful.
Pure, vibrant and bold.

Thanks. But do you know what? The public
does not tolerate bold prose from a woman.

You have talent, I hear.

Thanks. I love writing.
It's my whole life.

Do not.

Excuse me?
- Do you want to know where your books end?

Right there.

On the alumni shelves.

Open it

That sounds like a book,
That has never been opened.

You must never imagine,
that you can get their attention.

If?
- Men's.

Who writes the reviews,
drives publishers, publishes the journals.

Those who decide who to go
taken seriously and put on a pedestal.

An author should write.
- An author should be read, little darling.

Does anyone have fire?

Joe?

Joe?

Joe?

Joe?

Do you want to make me company?

No. I should probably go home.

And go to bed.

Is it still out there?

So let me send you away
with this ...

"Slowly his thoughts were lost -

- as he heard the snow fall out of order
through the space -

- irregularly fall
as the final ending -

- over all living and dead. "

Where is it beautiful?
Have you written it?

No.

Now I have to leave.

The clock is many.

Good night. Sleep well.

I know what you want to say.

That I'm killing my life
with all that fat.

You do that.

What are we doing?

Shall we not stop?
for all this?

Save us in a cabin by a fjord.
Drink us full. Hyle towards the northern lights.

If only ...

Come in.

Mr. Castleman eats lunch here.

You have to get up.
You will be retrieved in 40 minutes.

Oh no ... good i come
- Your lunch has arrived.

Here are your spare glasses.

And your pills.
- Do not you take part?

No, I want to do something by yourself.
- What will you do?

I do not know.
Maybe a trip around the city.

In a small tourist bus?

Joe ... I'm in a much better mood,
if you leave me.

Should not we experience this?

Take another three o'clock.
I have put your watch.

Mrs. Castleman ...

Nathaniel ...
- I'm not stalking you. On honorary word.

I just wanted to add something to you.

I found it in a bookshop on Smith
College when I researched Joe.

Northrop House.
It was my college.

I know. It was before your time,
but I thought you would like it.

Thanks. It was thoughtful.

They have always been kind to me in mine
failed attempt to go to Joe.

Can I have a drink? There is a bar,
as taken out of the 19th century ...

Strindberg has drunk full of it.

Would it also be appropriate now?
- No, totally inappropriate.

But we are in Sweden in the middle of winter ...

None of us would like to be the sole of the nut
With our horrors right now, right?

Cool.

I actually have a confession.

I have been offered
to write a book about joe

I would say so, so you do not believe
that I do something behind his back.

Will it be an academic work?

Yes and no.
- What does it mean?

You may as well know
that I know Joes many ...

... mistake.

I believe so.

I can imagine that it is
juicy material for a biographer.

You might think that
but that is a little predictable.

Most brilliant men
seems to have an overactive libido.

And through worshiping biographies we will
find it charming and forgivable.

I dont do that.
I think it's appalling.

Do not make me a victim. I am
much more interesting than that.

I know.

I do not want to make erroneous conclusions
about your relationship.

Now we have the chance
to hear the truth.

Where are you transparent? I do not get,
that I let myself lure in here.

You can always go.

Spend the rest of the day
a cold museum with obscure Nordic art.

Or we can also enjoy the exquisite drinks.

Good morning, Joseph.
Professor Chen Ling, Chemistry.

Dr. Karl Seigler, medicine,
and Sir Randall Meade, Economics.

A pleasure.

Now I leave you to Mr. Storage Field
which will review tomorrow's procedure.

Gentlemen -

- They occupy your seats as for
This is the name of your name.

When you receive your medal,
Are you leaving your chair and here?

And then you receive the medal from the king.

Then you're going to bend
and display reverence in three directions.

Such.

We'll start with you, mr. Castleman.

Okay.

Pardon ...
Should I go first?

They are facing the king, and then you bow.

Sorry.
- Never mind. That is why we practice.

It's not rocket science, Castleman.

No, of course.

And now you bend three times.

Walter, can I just have a moment?

I just need a little break.
- Do you want anything? Water? Something else?

Just go to.
- I'm fine. I just want to ...

We're going out.

I'm getting unarmed.

All that knocked irritated you.
- You just do your job.

They have said that if you want to,
Can you get out for the rest of the day?

I want to.

Which of the doors do you think
leading to the fastest escape route?

Shall we try to see?

I'll think Joe made you stop.
- Yes, he will keep me healthy and fast.

Here comes
My next exciting question.

What does the Nobel Prize mean?
for Joseph Castleman?

Yes. It's not mine.
It comes from the publishing house.

I use what he said in the plane.

"It's not about the price, but about
to find the geyser for the next book. "

Perfect. Thanks.

How do you find the geyser?

To get up in the morning?
- to write

I'm not a writer.
- Yes.

In the archive I found some short stories of you,
which was published in the university newspaper.

I read 'Teacher's wife'.
Exquisitely well written.

Thanks.

I had some potential.

Do you regret that you stopped?
- No.

I had very low expectations for,
How far I could reach as a woman.

That was a lot of success
female writers at that time.

Yes, but I did not
the right personality.

Is it true?

I'm pretty shy.
I do not like to be looked at.

Then I stop looking at you.

Did Joe encourage you
to keep typing?

Yes, but as I said ...

... I chose not to pursue it.

Because he was the author of the family?

Nathaniel, if you're looking for tracks
of bitterness, you will not find anyone here.

Damn!

Apropos bitterness,
Then I've talked to his ex, Carol.

How is she?

Well. She is a psychiatrist.

That was good for her.

And their daughter, Fanny?
- Successful dentist.

And do not worry, Carol is forgiving you.

I am pleased.

Joe tried to keep in touch.
I encouraged him, but ...

We're pretty sorry
with that chapter of our lives.

She would like to make sure that
that you know -

how grateful she is over
that you delivered her to him.

I would like to do that.

Joan ...

I hope you know his affairs
nothing had to do with you.

It is compulsive.

I want to believe that it is an in-depth
fear of inadequacy.

The great therapist.

Do you have someone you betray?

No.

And I do not want it either.

It is probably that,
That makes you so appealing.

You are so secretive.

Are you flirting with me?

Probably. Why not?

You know I do not trust you.

Fools

My pills.
- Pills?

For blood pressure.
I'd rather come back to the hotel.

Keep it right.
I would like to give you something.

Where is my pen? Here.

Let me see ... "To ..."

"... Linea."

No, it's with two n's.

It does not matter. I'd rather go.

Can you figure out yourself?
- Yes.

Pis ...

I have read something
of Joes's early work.

A few short stories I fell over.

Some pretty unknown
literary magazines and ...

I'm sorry to say that,
but that was not quite good.

Early work is rarely readable.
You should know that?

Yes, but there is not the slightest trace
of his mature voice.

Your novel 'Teacher's Husband' -

- works much more
like an early castleman.

That is understandable.

Joe put a great impression as a teacher.

Let go.

But according to Carol he became surprising
much better after he had hit you.

It was nicely said by her.

With all due respect -

- I think so,
that you're deadly by Joe Castleman.

Tired of his jumping,
tired of being invisible -

- tired of using your colossal talent
to create the legend Castleman.

For family sake, for family cheer
fault, you should be in for this.

David seems like an unhappy young man.

It does not matter to you
to talk about my children.

You're right. Pardon.

But you should talk to someone.

I never reveal my source.

I assume the scourge roll,
so you do not feel like you're failing Joe.

Then the truth is known,
and you can write in your own name.

What an amazing story, Nathaniel.

You should write fiction.

Joan ...

You know where I am.

And you must know
that I really enjoy your company.

Joanie? Joanie, is that you?

Yes.
- Where have you been? I have been uneasy.

Why? It's only half past five.
- Yes, but it's already dark.

You must not disappear.

I did not disappear.
I was out for a couple of hours.

What have you been doing all day?
- Walked around, been in a few shops.

How did the test go?
- Have you smoked? I can smell it.

I was at a cafe,
where there was a lot of smoke.

Have you also been drinking?
- Yes, I got a vodka.

In the middle of the day?
- Yes, Joe, in the middle of the day.

You can not go to receptions
and smell of alcohol.

You are the star,
so that's what people do not care about.

What the hell are you doing?
- I do not want to be taught as a child.

But bye, Joe ...

Stop throwing your clothes on the floor.
I'm tired of picking up after you.

What is it?
"I was hungry and bought some walnuts.

May I see it?
- It's just a walnut.

May I see it? Come with it.

Come with it.
- Do not be so silly now.

So while I was busy,
did you seduce the ugly Linnea?

Nothing happened.
- Do not offend my intelligence!

Nothing happened. I stopped it.

Bravo.
- Yes, goodbye.

I stopped it because I was afraid,
that you felt overlooked in a tourist bus -

- so I went back so you should not
be alone, and then I had to wait!

I should have said it was late,
so you could finish the photographer.

I would not bow her!
I'm not even attracted to her.

I was just worried about you.
- Where am I touched?

I'm too old for that joke.
I'm done with it. I am only yours.

Oh, where am I lucky?
- Yes, you are lucky.

Hello? Susannah?

The child has come.
- What?

Oh boy ...
- What?

The child has arrived. Take the second tube.

When?
- A few hours ago.

Oh boy ...!

Are you feeling well?
- I'm fine.

He whispers a little.

Was it a boy?

What is he going to be named?
- Max.

Max ...
Who does he look like?

I know you think
I have to say he looks like you.

Hold the handset to his ear.
- Take it straight. Dad will talk to Max.

Is he there now?

Hi, Maxwell.

That your grandfather Joe.

Hi, honey, it's your grandmother.

Hey. Welcome.

He talks with us.

You are the world's most beautiful little boy.
Guess I could hold you right now.

Dad and Mom, Mark's parents
just arrived. I have to run.

Give him a big kiss from us.
- I'll do that.

I love you, my dear.
- Bye honey.

I love you too, mom.
Hello Hi, Dad.

Goodbye!

Oh, Joanie.
Then life is not much better, what?

Oh boy ...

We expose each other to everything possible,
but we have a wonderful life.

You are an incredibly talented author,
David, but you know that.

Thank you, Dad, I'm glad.

I liked your short story.
It is well built.

But?

There is always a 'but' in the first draft.

Come on ... Do you want to hear that?

Yes. Continue.

I do not buy completely
the presentation with the couple.

The screaming man, the stoic wife
with the oppressed anger ...

We have seen that before. It's a clique.

I think,
you can do better than that.

Oh boy ...

Okay.

It is part of the process.

It hurts. I know. It can be
a hell's suffering to write.

Yes, honey, that's terrible.
You really have a little.

Bedtime.

I follow your mother up.

Have a good time
But do not stay too long.

Goodnight honey.

Call your sister.
She would be so happy.

The cigarette?
- Sorry, we do not sell cigarettes.

Take one of mine.

Hey. Thanks.

I have studied them.

The girl sucks on her hair,
and the guy has a strange draw.

Yes, they seem pretty crazy.

We are all here?
My father taught at Yale.

He used to force me to recite
'Iliad' at the dinner. In Greek.

Far out.

It's only the beginning. The most
Far out is that he did not understand a quake.

What are we drinking, David?

walnut

Maybe I have the next Henry Miller.
A pressure bolt on the way down.

So let's pick him now.
Also me, taxes.

I have a novel of a woman. About
an American family for three generations.

Fantastic written. Brilliant.
But maybe a bit of a guard.

It is told from her perspective.
Does she look good?

Do not you have a young Jewish writer?

All the big publishers have one.
Where is ours?

Mr. Bower ...?

I may have what you are looking for.

walnut
by Joseph Castleman

I have gone to Harlem and back again,
drank five espressos and smoked 30 smokes.

You asked me to be honest.

So tell.

I'm sorry, Joe,
but it does not catch me.

What do you mean?

It never becomes alive.

The subject is too close to you.
I need a more objective meaning.

Your characters are stiff.

You have not made them real.
- It's a nonsense. Be specific.

To name one thing -

- then the dialog is set up.
Let me try to find an example.

Get rid of me. This does not work.
- What?

Our love affair,
or what it is.

I do not love your novel,
but I love you.

How can you love a wretched author?

How can I be with one,
Who does not respect me?

I respect you.
In all possible ways.

In all possible ways? Get rid of me!
Say you believe me as an author.

- It's only your first draft ...
- It is over. Our relationship is sentenced to death.

What should I do,
when i'm back in ...

Teach at a mediocre university,
because I was smoking one of my students?

I'm not just a student, Joe.
- No, you're the girl with that little extra.

You become a star on the book sky,
while I try and cook dinner.

I'll never be a star
on the book sky!

No one will publish my books,
and if they did, nobody would read them.

I do not have big ideas like you.
You have something on your mind, not me.

You can not leave me.

If I lose you my life is over.

I'm not going anywhere.
- I do not want to live without you.

And I do not want to live without you.

Life is skiing!

Good, good, good ... Now we fall down.

It will be OK.

Well well.

What do we do?

I do not know.

Let me just think ...

You think so, it's hopeless?
The shit I've written?

It's no shit.

It's a captivating story.

All the ideas are there.

I can see that.

And I can fix it.

Do you want me to fix it?

Joe?

What did he say?

He loved it!
- Will they publish it? Will they publish it?

What are you doing?

Come here.
- Wait.

We will be released!
We will be released!

Where the hell is he from?
- Relax.

Just shut down.
- Otherwise, we'll leave without him.

See for yourself. There he is.

Hey darling. You are so pretty.

You are late. We have to go.

My glasses? And the invitations?
- We may not need them.

You never know. What is it like,
Your butterfly looks? Come here.

Now let me fix it.

Stand still.

What is it?

You have a smoked pot.
- No.

Of course you have.

You are stinking far away.
- Drop down now.

See him straight.
The knight is crooked.

Yes, I'm a bad disappointment, what?
- What kind of hostile tone?

Joe ...
David, what's up?

I'm trying to find out if I
have worshiped the wrong parents.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?
The knight looks at the Lord. What do we do?

I'm not a word word. I'm standing right here.
- Say something!

Do not cry him.
- Yes!

We are late on it.

We should sit in the limo and he
I'm good at flushing my evening.

Is that all?
- Is that what?

Your evening.

Because according to your biographer, everything here
be an ingenious scam number.

Which biographer?
- Ham on the plane with the glasses and the hair.

Andy Warhol with pigment.
- Nathaniel Bone is not my biographer.

He was in the bar. He said I did not
must measure me with my crowned father -

- for there is a theory that you,
my mother is a family fun

That's ridiculous.
Why do something like that happen?

He's after me -

- because I do not want to approve his craftwork
of a biography. Do not be an idiot now.

- because I do not want to approve his craftwork
of a biography. Do not be an idiot now.

I'm not an idiot. Why do you say that?
- Funny.

But if he is right now,
I would be a huge idiot, right?

You become paranoid of that pot.

I'm not paranoid!

Nathaniel Bone is lumpy.
He should not say those things to you.

He said you had a drink together.

Is that right?
- Yes.

He was in the lobby.
I would not reject him.

He said you confessed.
- Did what?

He said,
that you write father's books for him.

I never said that.

Do you do it?

No, David, I do not.

I do not believe you.

I can not force you
to believe in me

You must decide what you think.

It is a lie. It cries to heaven.

Why did you always slam the door for me,
when she was in there? What did she do there?

What are you talking about?
- The door of your office!

You slammed it when she was in there.
- Your mother read proofing.

Proof? I do not believe that!

You asked mom who Sylvia Fry was.
You can not even remember your characters!

That's good.
- The hell take you!

You slaveband my mother ...
- David ... Hold on!

Fall down.
Your father does not control me.

There is some worse mess ...
Come on, David.

- Pardon ...
No, come here. So, so.

Mother ...
- It does not matter, honey.

I know you do not have it easy.

Rest. Get some food brought up.

What do you think?

We are not bad people.

The passage where you describe how
She puts his clothes together is too long.

It is on purpose.

It shows how she's bored,
while she is waiting for him. It has a rhythm.

An endless repetition of the prose.
- Javel. It is well.

Mother!
- In that case you should reinforce it.

Mom, I want to show you something.
- I'm back in a while.

David, come here.
- Mother!

We go downstairs with him.
- Mother ...! Mother!

I want to show you something! Mother!

They have given us a comprehensive,
restless and dazzling collection of works.

With each book, mr. Castleman,
have you challenged the form of the novel -

- and reinvented the story
and the prose's innermost creature.

They are a stylistic master -

- and yet your figures are
so really real -

- their destiny gripping
portraying them in earnest.

Dear Mr. Castleman ...

The humanity of your works breaks
the boundaries between class and gender.

They are a master of words -

- but also a champion in
to describe human conditions -

- in all its complexity.

Mr. Castleman, I'll send it to you
Swedish Academy's warmest congratulations -

- when I ask you to receive the Nobel Prize
in the literature of His Majesty King.

You brush the chest in the pot -

- adds two cups of water,
a little ketchup, a little garlic salt -

- and finally the secret ingredient:
a tablespoon of instant coffee.

Is it typical
in the American-Jewish culture?

No, it just illustrates,
how miserable a cook my mother was.

Sorry, your Majesty, I may have permission
to lead mr. Castleman up to the podium?

Excuse me. I will be back.
- Yes, do it finally.

Tell about yourself, Mrs. Castleman.

Do you have an employment?
- Yes.

Which one?

I am king.

My wife would say the same.

Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness,
ladies and gentlemen.

It is an honor to present
Nobel laureate in literature -

- Mr. Joseph Castleman.

I am deeply grateful for the honor,
They have shown me.

But the credit should fall ...

The glory should happen to another.

My wife Joan.

Joan is, in fact, my better half.

She made it possible for me
to find peace -

- as well as alarm -

- to create my works

Without her
I would not stand here tonight.

I would sit at home -

- and staring on a blank sheet -

- with the mouth wide open to distress.

My wife is my reason ...

... my conscience ...

... and inspiration for every decent one
impulse I have ever had.

Joan, you're my museum -

- My Beloved -

- my soul.

And I share this honor with you.

Beloved ...

What are you doing?
- Walks.

What do you mean?
- But you just stay.

Excuse me. Joan?

Joan, listen to me ...

Nothing happened.

Now I will follow them to the ladies' toilet.
- I want to go to the hotel.

If I get your size,
can I arrange for a clean dress.

No thanks. I'm done here.

Your price

Mrs. Castleman, I'm deeply sorry.

Gustav, turn up the heat.
And should we ask for a little privacy?

Thanks.

We drive to the hotel you change,
and then we go back to a short seance.

And then this is the circus over.

I'm leaving you.
- What are you talking about?

I can no more.
- Sludge. You do not leave me.

Do not play surprised, despaired
or shocked, because you are none of the parts.

You did not want me to thank you -

- but do you think
that it was all game for the gallery?

I meant every word.
Give me some recognition, though.

For what?
- To love you.

Our Lord is preserved, Joe!
- What?

What?

Here ...
- I do not want it.

It's yours.
- It's yours! Your name is on it!

Take it for hell!
- I do not want it!

I do not want the shit!

What are you doing? What have you done?

I found it.
- Thank God. Thanks.

Joanie, sit down so I can see you.
I want to talk with you.

Something to drink?
- No thanks.

Listen now, Joanie ...

There is nothing terrible, shameful
or immoral in what we do.

We are an author duo. We have created
some wonderful works together.

You are editing Joe. Nothing else. It is me,
who writes eight hours a day.

Is that how you look at it?

And in all those years you have just cultivated
a lot of bitterness?

What about all the years I've massaged you,
made tea, made food, looked after the children -

- so you could work undisturbed?

Do not you think it's been taking?
the life of me that you had the talent?

Do you think I wake up in the morning
and am just the least proud of myself?

But have I ever said that I am
Finish our marriage and leave you?

No, you've had affairs.
- And regret each and every one of them!

You have the flap in my lap
and asked for forgiveness -

- and get it because you convinced me
that it was due to my talent.

And when I was too angry
or wounded to write -

did you give me a massage and said
"Use it, Joanie."

I never said that.
- Yes! Luckily I could use it.

And the reviewers loved that Sylvia Fry
gnapped teardrops of his dress.

"Another masterpiece of Castleman."
Your chest grew when you read it.

And I did not get angry or feared
for how it affected our children -

- but wondered how I
be able to translate your behavior into words.

And succeeded. It's right here.

It says here ...

Another masterpiece of Castleman.
And let me see ...

Here I wrote after you
had the ball ... our third nanny.

It had nothing to do with the nanny.
- Yes, it's on every side.

These are my stories,
my culture, my family, my ideas.

My words, my pain,
my hours alone in the workroom -

- to transform your dreadful
Behavior to literal gold!

What did you get from captivating ideas?
You were a privileged snare.

The only honorable,
You have written alone, where about Carol.

Even then you stole from my life.

Shame on you, Joe.

You loved to live in Greenwich Village with
a bad Jew. Your parents shrank.

You got the literary life
and

You loved getting the nice clothes,
the journeys, the privileges -

- without having to marry
with a clown from a stock exchange.

You got it all, my throat.
- You'll get it again. I do not want it.

What are you doing?

I'm sleeping with David, and I will
coming home, I call a lawyer.

This is ridiculous.
We have children. We have a grandson.

We have old friends,
which soon begins to die from us.

What do you want to do?
Stay alone and be valiant?

Wait ... You do not go!
- Do not touch me!

Can not I touch you?

We have to talk about it.
- I do not know anymore, Joe.

I can not cope with humiliation -

- In keeping your coat, sort
your pills, remove the crumbs from your beard -

- and be pushed aside alongside
the other wives to talk shopping trip -

- while you say
to the hob of flip flops -

- Your wife is not writing!

Your wife,
who has just won the Nobel Prize!

If I am
an insensitive and unbeaten zero -

- why the hell
did you marry me?

Good God ...

No, say it.
Why did you marry me?

I do not know.

I can not think more clearly.

I just want to get out of this dress.
- Let me.

So ...

Joanie ...
- Oh God ...!

What is it?
- No. No ...

Pis, Pis, Pis ...

What the hell ...?

Oh God ...
- What is it?

Lie down. Lie down ...

Such ...

Well. I'm just calling ...

We live in the Executive Suite. I think,
My husband is getting a heart attack.

Send one as soon as possible. Thanks.

So, honey.

Remember to breathe.
Quite slowly. Well.

So ...

It will be OK.

Oh, Joanie ... Joanie ...

They are on their way.

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Yes, I love you, Joe.
I love you incredibly high.

Oh boy ...

You are a great liar.

How can I ever know?

Joe? Joe?

Stay here, Joe.
Look at me. Look at me.

Stay here. Hold on, Joe.

Hold on, Joe.

Stay with me, Joe.
Joe? Joe?

Mr. Castleman?

Mr. Castleman, can you hear me?

One more, Mrs. Castleman?
- No thanks.

I do not know if you can remember me,
but I was on my way out.

I remember that well.

My condolences.

Thanks.

I see many couples when I fly -

and you and your husband

I just wanted to say that I could see,
that you had a wonderful relationship.

How?

There was something about your way
to be together

Excuse me.

Nathaniel Bone would like to talk to you.

Should I say you are sleeping?

No, that's fine.

I miss words.

I'm as anesthetized.

How are you?
- We're still in shock.

Yes.
We are shown everyone together.

It's a lot to go in.

Nathaniel ...

Yes.

What we talked about the other day ...
- Yes?

I just want to say that,
you insinuated, not true -

- and if you hurt Joe's talent
In any way, I drag you in court.

Good luck, Nathaniel.
It will probably be an excellent book.

Did you hear any of that?
- Yes.

When we get home,
I sit with you and your sister -

- and so I tell you all.

Okay, Mom.

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