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Man:

Its not fair.
You said I could have a job

as long as I wanted.

At least im giving you
two weeks notice.

Im sorry.

Oh, man.

(Bell dings)

What can I do for you?

Well, I think my baby needs
her oil changed

cause shes been wheezing
and puffing.

Fine, pull on in.

Its a lovely day, isnt it?

This baby is very special to me.

Is there a particular oil
that you recommend?

Doesnt matter.

It all comes
from the same place.

Monica: Oh, really?

I-I thought there was something
about the, uh,

um, whats that word?

Uh, viscosity?

You know, its a lovely word,
isnt it?

Vis-cos-ity.

-Is something wrong?
-(Machine thumps)

My boss just told me
im out of a job.

Excuse me.

Als closing this place.

You never know, it might lead
to something better.

I wouldnt bet on it.

His name is Ricky hawke.

Hes very intelligent,

very angry,

and very talented.

Talented at what?

Go in there and see.

This is a joke, right?

No, no, no, go on.

Go in and see.

Go.

Go in. Go in.

"I just got
my two weeks notice.

"Its the only notice
I ever got

"after 19 unnoticeable years.

"Nobody said, take a shot.

"Well, I dont want
what theyve got.

I dont want anything at all."

So, hes a poet.

Hes got a lot of potential,

but its just never gotten
past that door.

Why?

Well, a long time ago,

Ricky built this great big wall
around himself

to save his life,

and now he doesnt know
how to take it down.

He cant knock it down.

He cant climb over it.

All he can do is write on it.

And every poem he writes
is a cry for help.

But hes only 19.

How could someone so young
become so hopeless?

Thats what youre going
to find out, angel girl.

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

You guys are all set.

Thatll be one dollar.

Just one dollar?

That is a special.

Consider it
a going-out-of-business sale.

No one will miss
a couple quarts of oil.

Al:
Hey, Monica.

Youre early.

Hello, al.

Ricky, this ladys gonna do
the inventory of the place

and sell everything
thats not nailed down.

Like oil.

Oil, filters, tires.

Ill be accounting
for everything.

Thatll be $19.99.

(Chuckles)

(Bell dings)

I got it.

Want me to fill her up?

No gas.

Bathroom this way?

Al: Ricky, you filled up
the paper towels in there yet?

Not the best graffiti
I ever read.

Its called a poem.

(Chuckles) How would you know?

You dont go

to the university, do you?

Didnt think so.

Stop posing

and take off the hat.

Thanks.

(Car doors opening, closing)

(Engine starting)

You want to show Monica
around the place, Ricky?

-No, I got to go pick up
Joey first. -Oh.

Joey?

His little brother.

He picks him up
from school every day.

Ricky: Got a lot of homework?

Joey: Uh-huh.

Hey, do you know
how to invent stuff?

I dont know.

Why?

Well,
theres this invention contest

for kids down at the college,

and the winner gets to go
to a science camp.

And the other kids are doing it,

and ID really like
to do it, too,

but I dont want to be
any trouble.

So, its okay if I cant,

but ID really like to
if I could.

Well, what do you have to do?

Sign up at the college.

You want to go now?

Oh, cool, cool, cool, cool,
cool, cool, cool, cool.

Hey, so did dad
ever do this stuff with you?

No, Joey, dad had
other stuff on his mind.

Like what?

Just stuff.

Lets, uh...

Lets get you signed up.

(Car door closes)

Hi, Monica.

This is Joey.

Ah.

Hello, Joey.

Nice to meet you.

-You, too.
-Sorry we were late.

We had a stop to make.

Yeah, I had to sign up
for the invention convention

cause im gonna be an inventor.

An inventor?

How exciting.

What are you gonna do?
The kids got brains.

(Bell dings)

Ill be right back.

So, um, what kind of invention
are you going to make?

Well, I dont know,
but im gonna need

a lot of stuff for it.

Ah, well, theres a lot of stuff
you could use around here.

Hey, do you like
macaroni and cheese?

Yes, I love it.

(Chuckles)

Hey, man, whats up?

Same old, same old.

Looking for action
wherever we can find it.

Where you been?

Wasting my time here.

Als closing the place,

so I got to start looking
for another job.

You gonna be able to hook US up

-with some gas?
-Sorry, man.

Als got this lady here
counting every nut, bolt,

and gallon in the place.

Bummer.

Yeah. (Sighs)

Anyway, you guys better
get out of here

before my brother starts
thinking im up to something.

See ya.

(Radio music playing)

Hi.

Oh, I was here earlier,
and I lost my student ID.

You havent seen it
around here anywhere,

-have you?
-Uh...

Oh, yeah.

I think I saw it in, um,

in the lost-and-found.

(Chuckles)

Wait here. Ill go get it.

(Chuckles)

-Oh, great.
-Here you go.

Oh.

You cant do anything on campus
without your ID,

but I guess you know that.

Yeah.

Its just part of, um,
going to school.

Well,

thanks.

Um,

you should check out

this class sometime.

The teachers awesome.

(Engine starting)

What are you doing in there?

(Laughs)

I was taking inventory.

When al says "everything must
go," he means

everything.

When al says "everything must
go," he means

everything.

Thats a lovely poem
you wrote on the wall in there.

Who said it was mine?

Monica:
"Two weeks notice...

19 unnoticeable years..."

Let me see: Youre 19;
Youre out of work;

and... al told me.

Joey:
Hey, guess what?

Monicas coming
to dinner tonight.

Ricky:
Hi, mom.

This is, uh, this is Monica.

Hello, Mrs. Hawke.

Hi.

Um, im working with Ricky
for a few weeks,

and Joey asked me
back to dinner.

I hope you dont mind.

-She really likes macaroni.
-(Monica laughs)

What kind of work are you
doing at the gas station?

-Oh, well, im...
-Ricky: Nothing.

Nothing always means something.

Whatd you do?

I told you, nothing.

Als going out of business,
and im out of a job.

Its no big deal.

He gave me two weeks notice.

Well, good.

Thatll give you plenty of time
to find another job.

Whats this?

Nothing. Its just a flyer
from the university.

What are you doing with it?

I havent the slightest idea.

Why would I ever want to go
to college, right, mom?

Dont you talk like that to me.

You walk in here,

tell me youve lost your job,

bring some woman home to dinner,

dont even give me
a chance to get cleaned up,

and now youre dreaming
about greener pastures?

I guess your brother and I
dont matter.

Fine.

Do what you want!

Just like your dad!

(Door slams)

Shes just worried were going
to grow up and leave her.

But we wont, right, Ricky?

Im sorry, Monica.

Have you given any thought to
what youre going to do next?

Theres not much to think about.

Guys like me--
we take what we can get.

Is there something
that youd like to do?

No.

I got you this book.

I thought it might
give you some ideas.

Yeah, well, ideas are dangerous.

Can you keep an eye
on this place

while I go over to taco town

and fill out an application?

(Bells chiming,
students talking)

Tess:
Well, well.

If it isnt the merry mechanic!

What are you doing here?

Arent you a little old?

Watch it, buster.

When it comes to education,

theres no such thing
as too old.

Sit down.

Andrew:
Good morning,

ladies and gentlemen.

Some of you have
come up to me recently

with some questions

about the assignment
thats due on Friday.

So! Let me clarify to you
exactly what I want.

I want you guys to write
about a feeling.

Uh, an emotional... reaction

to the world around you.

And it could be about anything.

It could be about a puppy,

a flower, or a basketball game,

or-or a pretty girl,
it doesnt matter.

As long as its honest.

Thats what im looking for.

Now, I dont expect you guys
to write like wordsworth,

but let me give you an example
of what this man could do

with just one moment in time.

Okay?

"She was a phantom of delight

"when first she gleamed
upon my sight;

"a lovely apparition, sent

"to be a moments ornament;

"her eyes as stars
of twilight fair;

"like twilights, too,
her dusky hair;

"but all things else
about her drawn

"from may-time
and the cheerful dawn;

"a dancing shape, an image gay,

"to haunt, to startle...

-(Door opens)
-...To waylay."

"I wont do it again,

"love you, with open arms...

"Without fear of falling.

"I have fallen before.

"We learn by failure,
like a babys first steps,

"crumbling, getting up,

"crying as we reach
for the one we love.

And I wont do it again."

Whats this supposed to be?

Its a book of poetry
yet to be written.

Thanks, Monica,
but thats not really my style.

You write on
the walls of restrooms

because you think
its temporary.

Because you think
your words are garbage,

not worthy of a real place
in the world.

But they are worthy, Ricky.

They are your words.

Your thoughts.

And they deserve
to be remembered.

They need to be written down.

On paper.

I dont write anything
down on paper.

Thats a shame.

Ill see you in the morning.

Monica:

They need to be
written down....

Monica:

They need to be
written down....

Ricky:

I dont write
anything down on paper.

Monica:

Thats a shame... thats
a shame... thats a shame...

Monica:

Thats a shame... thats
a shame... thats a shame...

Dad:
Look what you did,

you stupid little brat!

You ruined it!

-No, daddy, please!
-Shut up!

-(Slap)
-Just shut up, you stinking kid!

Why dont you use the bathroom
where you actually buy your gas?

Why dont you get a life?

You punk townie.

What actually is
a "townie," Tess?

Well, baby, a townie is what
the college students call

the kids that grew up
in this town.

Its another one
of those cruel words

to make people feel bad
about themselves.

And when people like Ricky
hear it often enough,

they begin to feel that way.

And pretty soon, you dont
even have to say it at all.

Ha ha, thats right, dude.

Pearson:
Ricky...

I told you guys,
no more free gas.

Relax, dude.

Want to do you a favor.

Just made a friend whos looking
to buy some car parts.

The whole car,
if you know what I mean.

Pays more than taco town.

Yeah, itll cost
a lot more, too.

All right, your loss, man.

Let US know if
you change your mind.

Andrew: Oh!
Just the man I was looking for.

Im gonna be late for class,

and I dont like
to be late for class,

so im going to make this
very short.

You must be registered for
my class in order to attend,

and youre not.

-I was thinking about it.
-Thats good.

Think some more.
Then do something about it.

Im going to let you
attend for one week,

but after that,
you gotta make a decision.

Joey:
This is gonna be great.

Yeah, shes gonna love this.

(Door closes)

All right!

Hit the lights!

(Whispering):
All right, get down, get down.

Shh, shh-shh-shh.

Surprise!

(Screams)
No! Dont, no, no, no...

(Crying):
No, dont!

-Please dont hurt me!
-Ricky: Its US. Its not dad.

Its okay, mom.

-Mom.
-(Sobbing)

Its okay. Its okay.

(Sobbing)

God, im so sorry.

Im so sorry.

I wasnt thinking, mom.
I wasnt thinking.

Shh. Shh.

Good morning.

Isnt it a school day?

No, its some kind of
a teacher day.

Um, wheres Ricky?

He had something
he needed to do.

How was your mothers
birthday party last night?

It was weird,
but I did figure out

what I wanted to do
for my invention.

Oh. Whats that?

Well, I want to invent something

to make people
forget bad things.

Oh.

Is there something
that youd like to forget?

No, I was too little.

But your mom and Ricky do.

You know, sometimes, Joey,

you have to remember
the bad things

so that you can learn from them.

Yeah, but sometimes
bad things dont stop,

even when youve already
learned something.

Andrew:

I, uh, graded
your poems last night.

Andrew:

I, uh, graded
your poems last night.

And I gotta tell you,
they are--

for the most part--
pretty darn good.

Theres one, however,

that strikes me as
surprisingly good,

and I would really like
the young man who wrote it

to, uh, to come up here
and read it to the class.

So, uh, Marshall?

Marshall Fuller?

(Clears throat)

"I wont do it again.

"Love you with open arms,

"without fear of falling.

"I have fallen before.

"We learn by failure.

"Like a babys first steps,

"crumbling, getting up,

"crying as we reach

"for the one we love.

"And I wont do it again.

Woman:
Who is that guy?

Man: He doesnt even go
to school here.

Woman: You know,
I think hes a townie.

(Whispers):
What?

(Birds chirping)

Hey, man,

what are you doing
hanging around here?

You trying to be
a college boy or something?

-(Laughs)
-No...

Just hating somebodys guts.

Hating their car, too.

(Tires squeal)

Well, it doesnt have to work.
It just has to be some kind

of invention that could work
someday in the future.

Theyre always inventing
new things,

and they just have
to have someone

to give them the idea.

Hmm, I think if anyone ever did
invent a forgetting machine,

this is what it would look like.

How would it work,
in the future, I mean?

Well, first, you get
some uranium,

and you put it in here.

And then you would X-ray
your brain waves.

Huh. My goodness.

Well, youd have to look
into something.

What?

Well, I-I dont know,
I dont have that part yet.

But it would hypnotize you,
and then...Boom.

All your bad memories
would be gone.

Huh.

Oh, hey, Ricky.

(Door closes)

Well, at least
they liked your poem.

I really dont feel like
being made fun of right now.

Well, no, im not making
fun of you.

But the truth is,
if you had been enrolled

you would be the one
getting the praise.

Dont you see you need
to get the education

that you want?

I cant just go to college.
Its not that easy.

What am I gonna do
about my mother?

What about Joey?

Maybe the best thing
you could do for your family

is to show them
that someone could overcome

the pain youve
all been through.

Look, no matter what I do...

Theres always gonna be
guys like that

who will do anything
to succeed,

and guys like me...

Who get stepped on
along the way.

Maybe thats why you cant
write down

your poetry, Ricky.

Maybe you were stepped on
as a child.

But youre almost an adult now,

and its time for you
to learn to stand up

and not allow yourself
to be used in that way.

So that men like Marshall
and your father...

Joey, get out of here.

Dont...

Talk about my father.

Andrew:
"My heart leaps up when I behold

"a rainbow in the sky:

"So it was
when my life began;

"so it is now I am a man;

"so be it
when I shall grow old,

"or let me die!

"The child is father
of the man;

"and I could wish my days
to be

"bound each to each

by natural piety."

Yeah?

Hey.

Where is my car?

Oh, man.

Cant begin to imagine
what this is for.

How did you get this job?

(Bell dings)

Whats up, college boy?
You need a ride anywhere?

You liked the mirror,
we brought you the whole car.

What are you guys doing?

Get that out of here.

(Turns on classical music)

Shh!

(Whispers):
Come on.

(Turns music off)

Thought youd be glad, man.
We did you a favor.

Well, dont do me
any more favors.

Get it out of here.

Your loss, man.

Oh, hey.

Hey, hey, buddy.

Hey, where you been?

Doing what I shouldve been
doing all along.

Looking for a job.

Im sorry

ive been stressed out lately.

You forgive me?

Yeah.

Hows the invention coming?

Terrible.

Im still missing one part,
and I really need it.

The conventions tomorrow.

Dont worry.
Youll think of something.

Use your imagination.

(Sighs)

Hey, did dad ever build stuff
with you?

No, Joey,
dad was better at...

Taking stuff apart.

All right, now go back to sleep.

I got to slip
under the mom radar.

(Laughs)

What about this?

They put it on their heads,

and it hypnotizes them.

You dont get it.

Well, you better find something.

The convention starts
in half an hour

and I promised your mother
wed be on time.

(Phone rings)

Keep looking.

Hypnotizer...

Hypnotizer.

Monica:
Hello?

Hypnotizer, hypnotizer,
hypnotizer...

Hey, thats it.

Where have you been?

Taco town.

I start Monday.
$6.50 an hour.

Oh, Ricky, thats wonderful.

I look terrible.

No, you dont, mom.

You look really good.

Ready or not,
its time to go.

Well, im ready.

-You are?
-Yep. Found just what I needed.

Dont, not, not yet.

I guess I better find
the bathroom in this place

and freshen up.

Shelley:
I was hoping ID see you here.

Why?

You have some fantasy
about a guy

from the other side
of the tracks?

You know, you didnt
have to lie.

I thought you were cute

before you told me
that you went to school here.

What?

Do you know what ive had to do
to go to school here?

I wash dishes
in the school cafeteria.

My family doesnt have
any money.

Im just a townie
from another town.

I shouldve known.

Yeah, um...

Marshalls one of the judges.

Yeah, well, I better go
help my brother

with his invention.

Looks like youre next, Joey.

Ricky:
Are you ready, buddy?

Yeah.

-(Mechanical whirring)
-Oh, my...

What are you doing with that?

Oh, isnt it great?

You look into it,
and youre hypnotized.

You got to take it off, Joey.

Why? You said to use
my imagination.

You dont understand.

Wait, youre gonna break it!

Number 12.

Okay, Joey.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

This is my little brothers
invention.

Thats my mirror.

This guy stole my car.

-Get off of my brother.
-No, you dont understand.

Dont you ever touch
my little brother.

-Get off me, punk.
-Rick, what are you doing?

Andrew: What is going on here?
Get off.

You stole my car.

Oh, Ricky, no.

No, I didnt.
I just ripped off

your stupid mirror
because you stole my poem.

What are you talking about?

It was on the wall.

But I dont understand.

Who cares about a poem?

You stole my car.

I did not steal his car.

Marshall: Of course you did.
Youre a thief.

Just like you been stealing
an education.

Whoa.
I gave Ricky permission

to audit the class for a week.

And I ripped off your mirror
before your car was stolen.

Im calling the police.

Tess:
Hold it. Wait a minute now.

Hes telling the truth.

I saw Ricky take your mirror,

but he did not steal
your car.

I also saw
the two boys that did.

One of them was wearing
a blue bandana kind of thing,

and the other one had on
a very disturbing t-shirt.

Ive seen those guys.
Theyre townies.

Probably friends of this loser.

I know exactly where they are.
And when im through with them

they will not want
to put their hands

on anybody elses
property ever again.

Fine.

Still having you arrested
for what you did.

You know, Marshall, it concerns
me that youre more worried

about your car
than your conduct.

I mean, did--
has it occurred to you

that youve just been accused
of plagiarism?

First of all, I didnt
plagiarize anything,

and second, if I was going to,

I wouldnt steal
from some stupid townie

who probably cant even write
his own name,

and third, stealing a poem is
not the same as stealing a car.

Wrong, Marshall,

stealing is stealing.

Ricky:
Forget it.

It doesnt matter.

Guys like me end up
going to jail

for ripping off a stupid mirror,
and guys like him rip off a poem

and end up graduating
from medical school.

Wait.

(Door opens)

(Scoffs)

(Door closes)

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Dont you think
youve done that enough?

Im not in the mood
for a lecture.

Im not here to lecture you.

Im here to help you learn
to fight for yourself.

Guys like me never have
a chance, so why bother?

Guys like you-- thats always
your excuse, isnt it?

But you know what I think?

I think its not that guys
like you never have a chance.

Its that guys like you
are afraid to take it.

Back off, Monica.

No.

You can keep running, Ricky,

but everywhere you go,
im going to be there.

Why are you doing this?

Because god has something
to say to you,

and when he has something to
say, he doesnt hide his message

behind a door
on a bathroom wall.

Hes not ashamed
of the words he has to say.

He can write them in the sky;
He can write them in your heart;

or he can send his angel
to speak them right out loud.

An angel?

Youre an angel?

Yes.

Uh, I dont believe in angels.

You have been too afraid
to believe

in anything good in this world.

So... what does he want
to say to me?

He loves you.

What?

God loves you.

God doesnt love guys like...

Guys like you?

Oh, yes, he does, Ricky,

he loves guys just like you--

tough, angry, hopeless young men

who used to be sweet, loving,
trusting little boys

but who have had the joy of life
beaten out of them.

Its not that simple, Monica.

Yes, it is.

Look at Joey.

He never knew his father;
He was never abused;

and hes free to dream,
free to love so honestly,

free to imagine
a future for himself,

free to invent
a forgetting machine

to help the people
that he loves the most.

But he cant

because youve already become
a forgetting machine, Ricky.

Youve put up a wall to block
out your pain and your fear,

but a wall works two ways.

Yes, it keeps things in,
but it also keeps things out

like joy, trust, hope.

You dont know...

What it was like.

Thats right. I dont.

Thats why the words need
to come from you.

Those poems that you write
are the truth.

Why do you think god put these
things in your heart to say?

He wants you to deal
with your pain;

he wants you to write it down;
He wants you to let it go.

(Sighing)

Im, im afraid...

That if I let go,
then im just going to lose it.

Yes, you might.

It can be very frightening
to open up

and let out a pain that has been
bottled up for years.

But god is here
and you are safe.

Its okay to write down
your poems.

Its okay to fight
for your dreams.

Its okay to go back now

and bring that little one home,

that little boy
with the crayon in his hand

who just wanted to write
"I love you."

You cant ignore this, Marshall.
This is a very serious charge.

(Marshall scoffs)

Why would you believe
some townie

whos just trying
to cover his...?

Because I know the truth
when I hear it.

And the truth is,
you stole my poem.

Prove it.

You copied it off the wall
at the gas station.

-Well, is it still on the wall?
-No, I washed it off.

Well, you, you must have
written it down somewhere.

(Sighs)

No.

I dont write anything down.

It was there; I saw it.

That doesnt prove anything.

Andrew:
Fine.

Tell you what.

Why dont you recite
the poem for me?

Sure.

Okay.

I wont do it again...

Love you.

Um...

Go on.

I cant.

I wrote it about a girl.

Its very emotional.

I cant go on.

Thats because its not
about a girl.

I wrote it...

...about my dad.

And I... I wrote a lot more

than the eight lines
that he turned in.

I... I wrote more.

I wont do it again...

Love you...

With open arms,

without fear of falling.

I... have...

I have fallen before.

We learn by failure,

like a babys first steps...

Crumbling, getting up,

crying as we reach

for the one that we love,

and I wont do it again.

You taught me to lie.

I learned at your feet.

Sh...

She ran into a door.

She fell down the stairs.

Your family lays scattered
about you

like the pages crumpled
from a book,

the book that I wrote.

I love you...

Daddy.

The book that you ripped
out of my hand...

(Quavering):
And I wont do it again.

Never again...

Dad, never.

I thought maybe...

I thought youd forgotten
most of that.

But you didnt, did you?

I am so sorry.

You should never have had
to live through that.

But you were there, too, mom.

You did the best that you could.

So thats why you guys
never talk about dad.

He hurt you?

But he never hurt you,

and that is the one thing
that I am proud of in my life.

How could you do this, Marshall?

And what are you gonna do
about it?

(Sighs)

Wouldnt have used it
if it wasnt a good poem.

And I wouldnt have took
your mirror

if it wasnt such a nice car.

(Sighs)

And if Tess finds your car, ill
put that mirror back on, I will.

I found it, all right.

Its right outside, and there
are a couple of boys out there

that think differently
about joyriding now.

So, Joey, you thinking
about your next invention?

-Yep.
-Whats it going to be?

Something that makes macaroni
and cheese whenever you want.

Ellen (snickers):
That already exists, Joey.

Its called your mother.

(Laughter)

Will you do something
for me, Ricky?

Will you write down
that poem someday?

Yeah, I will.

I will.

Ellen: I didnt know
you could write like that.

Maybe it wouldnt hurt
if you took that class.

Ricky: No, it wont hurt,
mom, not anymore.

(Dove coos)