All language subtitles for Where the Air is Cool and Dark

(reel flickering)

("The River People" by The Walkabouts)

(engine grumbling)

- [Emmett] I've never felt comfortable

around the AA program.

I went to meetings when I
first got out of treatment,

but had difficulty spilling my guts

to a room full of strangers,
and so strangers they remained.

But I don't remember anyone
actually beating down my door

to take me under their wing, either.

Gradually, I stopped going.

I'd found school instead.

Once I got out of Shelton, I didn't plan

on coming back for a long time.

Maybe I shoulda stuck to my plan.

- [Carrie] Hey Emmett.

- Hey Carrie.

(employees mumbling)

Larry.

- Hello Emmett.

I heard you was in New
York going to school.

- I couldn't afford it anymore.

Starting at Greenridge this winter.

- Hmm, looking for work?

- From what I read in the New York Times,

doesn't sound like there is any.

- New York Times.

(laughing)

Well, the gippos got spanked,

'specially out in Forks,

but we'll be going balls out
least 'til the snow flies.

Next year, who knows?

- You might be hearing
from me, Larry, then.

Thanks.

Hey, you seen Del around?

I'm supposed to meet him here.

- [Logger] I think that's him right there.

- [Emmett] Alright, I'll give you a call.

- [Larry] Yup.

- [Emmett] I needed
some money, so I called

my old buddy, Del, who I
helped get into treatment

a year after I went.

He hadn't stayed completely
sober like I had,

but he wasn't out every week and shooting

up cocaine anymore, either.

Since I'd sobered up, his
wife had put me on a pedestal.

Del was more than happy to help me off it.

- [Tony] How you doin', Del?

- [Del] Hey Tony.

Neighbors love me.

This place used to be trashed.

(rock music)

Little music to keep the bandits at bay.

(electric hum)

- [Emmett] The smell
was so sweet and thick

you could almost see a haze forming

beneath the halide lights.

- Another week, should be pretty good.

- [Emmett] What's pretty good?

- [Del] Six or seven
pounds in eight weeks.

- You know, you can smell
it all through the house.

- Got you a spot all picked out.

Cabin on the beach,
garage on the property.

We'll grow it in the garage.

You won't be able to smell a thing.

You wanna make your
goddamn movie, don't ya?

It's no different than working

in a grocery store where they sell beer.

- When can we start?

Neighbors are gonna love us.

- Yeah.

(knocking)

Your mom home?

- Yeah.

- Yes?

- We just bought this property.

You're gonna have to find
another place to live.

- Could you be the one to tell my husband?

- Yeah, where's he at?

I'll get you the address of his shop.

He's not gonna like it.

- I bet.

- Jesus.

- Fuck 'em.

Goddamn slobs.

We just bought your cabin.

- So?

- [Del] I want you out.

- I got a business to run, here.

You can't just come--

- I don't give a shit
what your problems are.

I want you out.

Get lippy with me and I'll
knock you on your slob ass.

- I'm just sayin', I got
a lot of valuable TVs.

I need time to haul 'em off.

- You do that.

It looks like shit out there.

Did you get a look at this teeth?

Why would anyone trust their TVs to him

when he can't even take
care of his own mouth?

- [Elizabeth] Just saw
you guys at Bailey's TV.

- Yeah?

- May I help?

- Nope, that's it.

I have a little surprise for you, though.

Laura wanted to see you.

I hope you don't mind.

- Why would I mind?

- I don't know.

- Hi, Emmett.

(melancholy music)

- Laura.

- I was hoping to see you.

I've wanted to apologize for a long time.

I've been sober eight months, now.

- Yeah, that's what Elizabeth said.

You look great, Laura.

- Well, sometimes I feel like I'm going

out of my fucking skull, but it's worth it

most of the time, I guess.

I really admire what you've accomplished.

Well, Elizabeth told me you came back

to make a movie.

- Oh, well, it's a short.

It's about 20 minutes long.

- [Laura] What's it about?

- Loggers.

- Oh, must be a documentary
on that endangered

human species, huh?

- Good to see you Laura.

- [Matt] Hey.

- Hey, Matt.

(smooches)

Hey, this is Emmett.

I told you about him.

- Laura tells me you're
three years into the program.

- Yeah, something like that.

- I celebrated my first
birthday last week.

- We gotta go.

You can hold the AA meeting next time.

Bye, Emmett.

(melancholy music)

- These should be ready to plant

as soon as the cabin's empty.

- Looks like I'm gonna need a job

to get through the next couple of months.

- Call Larry Dugan yet?

- Actually, I'm thinking
about staying in Seattle

until school starts.

- The whole idea was to have
somebody live out there.

- It'll just be for a couple of months.

- What do you see in that town, anyways?

It's just one big traffic snarl.

- [Emmett] The movies are better.

- Oh, bullshit.

They show the same movies everywhere.

- I don't know if I want
to work out in the rain.

- [Del] 'Fraid you're gonna melt?

- No, but in New York I worked in a nice

warm office with pretty women.

- Well, Seattle ain't New York.

You'll be lucky to make five bucks an hour

and the women will be wearing dresses

down to their ankles to
cover up their fat legs.

- Maybe.

Goddamn rain, though.

- Hey Emmett.

Try some of this.

My wife made it.

- Thanks.

- Does it feel good to be back?

- Yeah, it's alright.

- You know we don't have
much time left, don't ya?

- Dugan said 'til the snow flies.

- I think that's not
gonna be very long, now.

(rain pattering)

I used to look forward
to the winter shutdown.

- Dugan said they were gonna
start logging the lowlands.

- See the machines they use?

What's the rest of us supposed to do?

(squishing)

(doors slamming)

- You better be able to keep up, LeClere,

because I don't got no
time to fuck with you.

- Fuck you.

- What'd you say?

- Eat shit.

- Just fuckin' with ya.

(rustling)
(rain pattering)

(somber music)

(clanking)

(horn blows)

(horn blowing)

(somber music)

(rain pattering)

(horn blows)

- Rough day.

- Yeah?

- Got stuck with that goddamn Gerry Pose.

- He's dumber than a hemlock stump.

(machine whirring)

There's the future.

One man crew farming ecker poles.

Fuck 'em.

♫ Down here

♫ Everyone says that

(laughing)

♫ They belong

♫ I know

♫ What's it's like to be a stranger

(chattering)

- A cloud.

A peanut.

(laughing)

A comet.

Sperm.

- [Woman] Time.

- A fish?

That's what that blob is?

A fish.

- I told you I don't know how

to play this stupid game, alright?

- But anybody can play this game.

I mean, a fish has a fin.

(laughing)

That's a fish.

It has a fin.

♫ Sent the best people

♫ And suddenly outpost

Hey you.

Are you mad at me?

- No.

- Well, you got awfully quiet in there

towards the end.

- I'm always quiet.

- Yeah, until you burst into conversation

and then you talk about a mile a minute.

- Matt's a pretty nice guy.

- Yeah, he is.

I'm going to break up with him.

I'm gonna fix you dinner next week, okay?

- Okay.

(soft music)

(somber music)

- I told him.

- Have you been drinking?

- No.

I mean, yes, just one after I told him.

He started crying.

I didn't expect that.

- [Emmett] Maybe I should drive.

- [Laura] I'm not drunk.

(doors slamming)

You still want me over?

- Yes.

- I am sorry.

I was so looking forward
to this and then as I drove

by that bar, it's like this
car had a mind of its own.

- Goddamn car, huh?

(chuckling)

- You're right.

It's the car's fault.

(melancholy music)

Not bad.

I never even knew about this point.

Looks like logging's been pretty good

to Del this year.

Built that new house and now this place.

- [Emmett] Well, you know Del.

The only person I know
who can put money away

while collecting unemployment.

- Yeah, he built that house
by hoarding his pennies.

(tapping)
(somber music)

(smooches)

Do I smell better now?

- Yes.

- Well, you smell like a wet tree.

(water rushing)

(melancholy music)

(waves crashing)

- If you get here early enough,

we can stop and get
some dinner on the way.

- Okay.

- Look, if you don't wanna
go, you don't have to.

- I told you I wanted to go.

Careful out there, sweetie.

(smooches)

Hi honey, it's me.

I just wanted to let you
know that I had to go

to a meeting with some people from work

and if I can't get out of here in time

to have dinner with you,
then I'll just meet you

outside the meeting, okay?

Love you, bye.

(machine beeping)

(chattering)

- [Woman] He still has to (mumbling).

- [Woman] Coming in?

The meeting's about to start.

- [Emmett] Naw, I'm just
waiting for someone.

- [Woman] Okay.

(door squeaks)

(rock music)
(engine grumbling)

- Emmett!

Emmett, are you up?

Emmett, I'm sorry.

(knocking)

Emmett, let me in.

I want to talk to you.

Emmett!

Ow, fuck!

Emmett, I hurt myself!

That really hurt, you know.

Oh, you still have that rose I bought you.

Hey, alright.

Gets pretty boring, doesn't it?

Don't be mad at me, okay?

I hate that.

(melancholy music)

You're so sweet.

- [Radio Announcer] Get
ready for a mixed bag

of weather today, folks.

A little rain, some sun, even
some snow headed our way.

Forecast is calling for a cold afternoon

and evening with temperatures dropping--

- Goddamn snow was supposed
to be here last night.

- [Radio Announcer] Snow
expected in the Olympics tonight.

Taking a look at sports,
the Huskies travel to...

(melancholy music)

- You know how they are
out in Dunowat don't ya?

Well, this young man
brings his future bride

home to meet the family and
pulling his father aside,

he tells him he's got himself

a real, honest-to-goodness virgin.

Now, his old pop mulls
this one over for about

one minute, then informs
the kid, "Son, if she ain't

"good enough for her own
family, she sure as hell

"ain't good enough for ours."

(laughing)

If she ain't good enough
for her own family,

she sure as hell ain't
good enough for ours.

- Hey, Earl.

See my elk yet?

- That's a nice one.

Where'd you go this year?

- Down around St. Helens.

Out of six of us, four got their meat.

- Check this one out.

Six-pointer, bagged her yesterday.

- She's a beaut, Dog Balls.

(chuckles)

- [Dog Balls] Thanks.

- Great.

(chattering)

(squishing)

- Why isn't this yarder broken down?

I got the lowboy right behind me.

Goddamn!

- Oh, Larry, we thought, uh--

- Thought?

Thought what?

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, LeClere.

Use your fuckin' head.

A woodpecker does.

Earl?

Earl, what the fuck are
you still doin' here?

- Heard Adam didn't show today, boss.

- [Larry] Take one of the
chokermen as a spotter.

We ain't gonna get any
logs out today, anyway.

- Dugan's a goddamn nose-picker
as far as I can tell.

Shoulda run him off 25 years
ago when I had my chance.

Believe I've seen you around.

You Del Barnes' partner?

- Yeah, he's a friend of mine.

- He's pretty savvy.

You a climber, too?

- Nah.

I like my feet on the ground.

- Ha, yeah, me too.

(squishing)
(rain pattering)

See that unit of second
growth across the way?

- [Emmett] Yeah.

- That's where Forrest Hamilton invented

the shotgun,

back in '65.

I logged it with him.

I was a young pup, then, like you.

Me, Hungry Jack,

Dugan,

Eddie Three Elk, Neutral

and one other.

Can't remember.

Don't matter, most of
'em are dead now, anyway.

I gave my youth to this company.

(wipers squeaking)
(somber music)

Let's get to gettin'.

(rain pattering)

- [Emmett] You want me to carry it?

- I'll pack it down.

You can pack it back up.

- [Emmett] Earl still
moved well for his age,

though I knew humpin'
back up would be slower.

40 seemed to be the magic number

when the legs deserted you.

I'd seen guys prancing around
like young bucks one year

and the next season come
back from winter layoff

with legs that never quite recovered

and a look of bewilderment on their faces.

All that knowledge, but no legs.

Maybe that's why they
grew as savvy as they did.

They didn't have the energy
to be stupid anymore.

(chainsaw buzzing)

(creaking)

(thudding)

- Why don't you build a fire?

- There's no diesel.

- What's wrong with pitch?

Jesus Christ, your mother
know you're out here?

(fire crackling)

- You know, that wind's not
exactly dying down, Earl.

- You call this wind?

I used to partner with Typhoon Teddy,

that greedy son of a bitch.

He never went in for no wind.

It could be blowin' 50 miles an hour

and old Teddy'd just time
his cuts between gusts.

- Yeah, right.

- You don't believe me?

They shoulda never gave you
guys unemployment checks.

I believe it's made ya unduly lazy.

- I bet you turn 'em
down all the time, huh?

(chuckles)

Well, we're almost
through up here, anyways.

- Got a direct line to
the federal courts, do ya?

No one's told me anything yet.

Goddamn.

If I knew it was gonna be this
cold, I woulda wore my socks.

(melancholy music)

(cracking)

(thudding)

- [Emmett] Two-five, this is
0-3-8, two-five this is 0-3-8.

Do you read me?

- [Woman On Radio] This
is two-five, I read you.

- [Emmett] I got a man down in unit 2-5-4.

I need help right away.

- [Woman On Radio] Is it bad?

- [Emmett] It's bad
and it's gettin' worse.

- [Woman On Radio] We'll
send somebody right up.

(somber music)

- [Man] You okay?

Alright, oh no.

What happened?

- It was a widowmaker.

He's dead.

(somber music)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(rustling)

- [Larry] You alright?

- [Emmett] Yeah.

- [Larry] Goddamn widowmaker.

What a shitty deal.

I wanted to let you know we
just got the official word

to start pulling the equipment
out as soon as we can

clear the roads after Thanksgiving.

The mill's looking for younger guys

with some education and you
already passed a drug test.

Interested?

- [Emmett] Sure.

- [Larry] Well, gimme a
call after Thanksgiving

and I'll set ya up an interview.

- [Emmett] Okay, thanks.

- [Larry] Take it easy, okay?

- [Emmett] Yeah.

- Heard you on the radio.

- Yup.

- Was he a mess?

- Little blood.

- I carried Stupid
Stanley's leg out that time

he got caught in the haywire.

That was a mess, and heavy as shit, too.

Like lead.

- Well, I didn't have
to carry anything out.

He was dead and so were all his parts.

- You know, I don't worry about dying.

I just don't wanna get maimed.

Turn into one of those old winos

you see in the taverns bragging about

how much they made off
each missing finger.

- Well, you won't have to
worry about that anymore.

(somber music)

- Look how clear it is.

Ladies first.

- Let Emmett go first.

Jesus, Del.

You're just a regular fuckin' whiz

with that thing, aren't you?

- Havin' an off night.

You're perfect Laura?

(somber music)

(waves crashing)

- You alive, sweetie?

Now me.

I want Emmett to do it.

He's gentle.

Okay, sweetie.

(wind whooshing)

(rock music)

♫ Just because I want to feel this way

♫ Just because there's nothing left to say

♫ The close-up thing gets me so high

♫ Far above the stars and sky

♫ Drops me like a stone
until the (mumbles)

♫ Why

♫ Oh why

♫ 'Cause I don't want anymore pain

♫ More pain no more pain

♫ Yow

♫ Feeling lucky toke 'em on the deck

- [Woman] Don't you people ever stop?

♫ Loves as (mumbles) as things she said

♫ Tie your arm and make a fist

♫ Throw away your grocery list

- [Emmett] Eat that.

- Okay, we'll see you soon, bye bye.

- [Del] I'm gonna kick your ass.

- [Laura] He needs some trees cut down.

He'll trade us some dope.

(clicking)

- [Emmett] Fuck you.

- Let's go.

(scraping)

- [Man] You have insurance, don't ya?

- Sure, I do.

- Yeah, that's what the last guy said

and I still haven't been
compensated for that fence.

(chainsaw buzzing)

- Trust me.

(rock music)

♫ Friend of ours that we all knew by name

(chainsaw revving)

♫ Everything and lost along the way

♫ We all think that it's a shame

♫ Star is born and dies in vain

♫ Fell in love with ugly (mumbles)

♫ Why

♫ why why

♫ 'Cause I don't want any more pain

♫ More pain oh more pain

♫ No I don't want anymore pain

♫ More pain no more pain

♫ Yow

♫ No no more pain

♫ No no more pain

♫ No no more pain

♫ No no more pain

- You guys are gonna have to wait here.

He's paranoid.

- Bullshit.

I'm not gettin' left here.

- It'll take five minutes.

I swear.

- [Del] Fuck it, I'm tired.

I just wanna go home.

- What's the matter, Del?

Elizabeth got you pussy whipped?

- That's it, Laura.

I'm afraid of Elizabeth.

- You're not ready to go
home, are you sweetie?

Come on, what's your trip?

- Fuck, I don't know.

- Shit.

You better be quick, Laura.

(doors slamming)

(tires squealing)

(bells tolling)

Fuck!

(soft organ music)

Scoot over!

- [Laura] Fuck you, what's your problem?

- [Del] Laura, shut up.

(somber music)
(water rushing)

- Emmett, why don't you
come in here with me?

It's nice and warm.

- Laura, Laura, I think
my heart's fucked up.

- [Laura] Oh, Emmett you know how--

- Goddammit Laura, call an ambulance!

(somber music)

- Any heart problems in the past?

- No.

I've been shooting up cocaine.

- [Paramedic] How much?

- I had an ounce, maybe
more, between three of us.

- Let's start a line and give him

two milligrams of morphine.

- [Nurse] What is it?

- [Paramedic] Drugs.

- [Nurse] Oh, no, you're
too old for this nonsense.

Who's your doctor?

(somber music)

- [Laura] Emmett.

- [Emmett] Laura.

- How are you feeling?

- Okay, just a panic attack.

- Yeah, I kinda figured.

I remember I used to have them sometimes.

- [Emmett] Not like that.

- Well, you're fine now.

- It's like I never even quit.

- Well, can I get you anything?

- No.

- I should get going.

I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

(smooches)

I can come pick you up when
you get out if you want.

- [Emmett] Maybe we should wait.

- Sure.

No problem.

You know, maybe they're
not such a bad thing.

- What's that?

- Your panic attacks.

At least you have something
that makes you stop.

- [Emmett] A week after
I got out of the hospital

I went to work on the
swing shift at the mill.

I was quality control,
but I didn't give a shit.

My job was to offload from a conveyor

the lumber that the automatic
sorter had fouled up,

fix the load, then
return it to the system.

The proper way to perform
my job was to locate

the bad piece of wood and
take the load apart by hand

to replace it with a good piece,

then rebuild the whole mess.

A load took me 45 minutes to repair

all while the surly fat guy running

the conveyor beeped his horn at me.

After a week, I devised
a brilliant shortcut.

I'd cut plugs from the scrap wood pile

and hammer them into the holes,

making the loads appear
good from the outside

and no one ever the wiser
until they showed up

in Boise or Bozeman or bumfuck or whatever

other crappy two-bit
town that was their fate.

Four weeks into this nightmare,
we went out on strike.

It couldn't have happened
at a better time.

The I.R.S. had tracked me down that week

for not filing my unemployment benefits

three and four years
before, during my winter

logging layoffs and had
taken most of my last check,

leaving me just $54 for two weeks' pay.

They couldn't touch a strike pay, however,

so a hundred bucks per week free and clear

looked pretty good at that point,

not to mention the occasional brick

of cheddar cheese courtesy of the union.

By the time the strike
ended, I had already

started school so I went back to work

just long enough to collect the bonus

check that was part of our settlement.

I knew the I.R.S. would
garnish most of the $1,200

due me, but at least they'd
be two-thirds paid off.

When I opened the envelope, though,

I discovered three checks
instead of the two I expected.

The first two were my
bonus and regular check

that the I.R.S. stole, but the third

was a mistake bonus check
untouched by the I.R.S.

I cashed the check as
soon as the bank opened.

- [Man] Thank you.

- [Madeline] Welcome.

- [Emmett] Do you mind if
I put up an advertisement?

- No, that's what the
wall over there's for.

What kind of film you shooting?

- A dramatic piece.

- Well, that's refreshing.

They seem to push documentaries here.

- You interested in working on it?

I could use some help producing it.

- [Madeline] Mind if I
read the script first?

- No.

Won't be shooting 'til
the end of the quarter.

- That's okay.

I'm just getting organized here, myself.

I have a sign business up in Port Townsend

I'm trying to sell.

- Emmett LeClere.

- Madeline Wilde.

- I'll drop the script
by sometime this week.

- [Madeline] Okay.

- It was nice meeting you, Madeline.

- Bye.

Hi.

- [Woman] Hi.

(chattering)

- I liked your script a lot.

I organized an intervention for my father

a couple months ago that also failed.

It was a horrible mess.

You really nailed it.

- Thanks.

Couple people have already turned it down.

- Really?

Friend of mine who
cleans my house found it.

She's an ex-junkie.

She couldn't stop reading it.

Said she had to sit down when
she got to the shoot up scene.

- [Emmett] Sitting down is good.

- You must be a friend of Bill W's, huh?

- Uh, yeah.

Actually, I haven't been
to a meeting in a while.

- [Madeline] Oh?

- Yeah, I don't know.

- Well, there's several
good meetings in town.

- Yep, thanks.

- If there's nothing else, I have to

take care of some things.

- [Emmett] So, you're in?

- Yes.

I think it's something
that should be made.

This is fantastic.

I could picture myself living here.

- Oh yeah?

It's kinda gloomy for me.

- Reminds me of theory I
had about your screenplay,

but maybe I'm wrong.

Wanna hear it?

- Sure.

- I saw you across
campus a couple days ago.

It was raining hard and
everyone was running

for shelter except you.

You looked completely
comfortable in the rain

and I realized that's
what this story's about.

Scott Bain can't go through with treatment

because he can't stand to be inside.

He has to be out in the open.

- Yeah.

- Does that make any sense?

- Yeah, I think you're right.

- Were you always a writer
when you were logging?

- No, it just happened.

Were you always an artist?

- Ever since I can remember.

How'd it just happen for you?

- About three months
after I quit doing drugs,

I took a night class in writing

just to see if I could do it,

since I never did anything in high school

and I was thinking about
going back to school.

After about three weeks, it just started

to open up for me.

On the last day, the teacher
called me up to her desk.

She was very formal, a
commander in the Navy

or something and she taught at night,

and she could barely look me in the eye

but she said that she'd been
teaching for a long time,

and she'd never seen
anything quite like it.

Told me to keep writing.

Best moment of my life.

- That's a wonderful story.

- Thanks.

(melancholy music)

They'd already turned
Govy into a ghost camp.

80 years of bustle, men
and machines, dull wit

and hangovers, death, gone.

We drove farther up into the mountains,

but most of the roads I knew
were already bulldozed over,

the worked-over mountains
gasping for new life.

(melancholy music)

- [Madeline] It's a shame.

- Man, what a drag.

You never did mention
what stoop labor this is.

- [Del] It's farming.

What kind of labor did you think it was?

- [Emmett] Just wish we
could pay someone to do it.

- Like what?

Put an ad in the Mason County Journal?

- Wish we had something.

My back hurts.

- You lazy fucker.

- I don't see why they have
to be so perfectly trimmed.

- 'Cause that's the way
the fat man likes 'em.

- Just thought there was more demand

than supply with pot smokers.

After a day in the drying box,

we had over eight pounds
to sell Minnesota Fats,

as Del called him, 'cause he was fat

and from Minnesota and Del,

he wasn't always so original in his wit.

But when he opened the door,
he didn't look so fat to me.

(rock music)

When we stepped into the room, I saw why.

They didn't even care they didn't know us,

just kept driving that dull
needle into bruised flesh.

(rock music)

- You call this trimmed?

- [Del] If you don't want it--

- Easy, Barnes, easy.

You're a man with a prickly nature.

I just respect quality is all.

(chuckling)

Just a couple of capitalist growers, eh?

- [Emmett] We walked out
of the house with $18,000.

The I.R.S. didn't get a cent.

(somber music)

Want some coffee?

- [Madeline] Yeah, milk, no sugar.

- [Emmett] Okay.

- [Laura] Later, thanks a lot.

- [Emmett] Hey Laura.

- Hey yourself.

You don't return phone calls anymore?

- Been busy, I'm trying
to get my movie together.

- Yeah.

You with that?

- [Emmett] Her name's Madeline.

She's helping me out.

- Yeah, I bet she is.

She looks like a real bitch,

but that's what you're
looking for, isn't it?

A real cunt to lead
you around by the dick.

Domesticate you.

- You know, you don't
smell so good, Laura.

You ought to go take a shower.

Sorry.

- Fuck you, Emmett.

(cans clanking)

- [Emmett] Here you go.

- Thanks.

- Just need to stop by a friend's house

so we can get some breakfast, okay?

- Okay.

- [Emmett] Hi.

- [Elizabeth] Hi.

- [Emmett] This is Madeline.

Madeline, this is Elizabeth.

- Come on in.

Del's upstairs.

Emmett, you know my dad.

- Right, hi, John.

- Hi, hi.

How you doin'?

Good to see you again.

- This is Madeline.

- Hi.

- [Elizabeth] Hey, baby.

Del, Emmett's here.

Hello, hello.

(grunts)

Del, did you hear me?

Emmett's here.

- I heard you the first time.

- [Elizabeth] Why didn't you answer, then?

- Hey, Del.

This is Madeline.

- Wow, a hundred dollar bill.

So, you're giving him
hundred dollar bills, Dad?

- Get outside.

Now!

- We gotta take off.

It's good seeing you again, John.

Is something wrong?

- That was depressing.

I really dislike people who threaten

their children with violence.

- He's just got a lot going
on right now, alright?

He's got a lot on his mind.

He's never hit his kid, never.

- I still don't like him.

I've never met anyone so
uncomfortable in their own skin.

He wouldn't even look at
me when you introduced us.

- I think he's a little shy.

Been friends a long time.

- I'm sorry.

I just think you can do
better than that, Emmett.

- [Emmett] Thank you.

It's delicious.

- You like it?

- [Emmett] Mmm hmm.

- I think we should feed
the crew vegetarian.

It would save a lot of money.

- I don't know about that, Madeline.

We're gonna have a lot of
meat eaters to contend with.

If you get 'em mad at us,
they might eat us instead.

(chuckles)

- Well, if they should become suspicious,

I'll just pipe up from my corner.

I got plenty of meat in my taco.

How 'bout you, Emmett?

You got plenty of meat in your taco?

(chuckles)

Mind if I ask you a personal question?

Where are you getting the money for this?

- Well, I have some savings

and I'm getting some student loans.

- How come Del gave you money that day?

- He does tree work and
I help him out sometimes.

- Must pay pretty decent, huh?

- [Emmett] Yeah, not bad.

- You think you'll get
any of your money back?

- Well, I'm thinking about trying to sell

this to some drug treatment centers.

- [Madeline] I could see that.

- Madeline, how'd you get sober?

- Why?

- Just curious.

- Port Townsend is a small town

and one day I realized
I was the town drunk.

- [Emmett] How?

- One particularly hungover morning,

I came out of a store and saw a woman,

who I thought was a
friend, walking towards me.

She hadn't seen me yet
when a car backfired

and I looked the other way.

When I looked back,
she was glancing my way

as she hurried across the street.

Hit me like a ton of bricks.

What's yours?

- I thought I was going mad.

- What a winsome couple we'd make.

I need a little time up in Port Townsend

to organize my assistant before we shoot.

- [Emmett] Well, we got
most of the important

stuff done, anyway.

I can come up and give
you a hand if you want.

- There's really nothing
you can do, but thanks.

You're a very charming man, Emmett.

I like you far more than
I ever thought possible.

Bye.

(engine puttering)

- [Emmett] Hi.

- [Woman] Hi.

- [Emmett] Welcome.

Good to see ya.

- [Woman] Good to see you.

- [Emmett] How was your flight?

- Well, it was kinda bumpy.

- [Man] Hey, Emmett, how you doin'?

- [Emmett] Good to see you, Greg.

- [Man] Good to see you, too.

I'm gonna grab the bags, alright?

- [Emmett] Thanks for coming, man.

Thanks a lot.

- [Woman] Everything's so pretty.

Green.

Your film's gonna look great.

I'm really tired of shitty New York.

- [Emmett] Well, the car's over this way.

- [Woman] Okay.

- You guys got everything?

- [Man] Yeah, yeah.

- [Emmett] Do you need some help?

- [Man] Nope.

- [Woman] Oh, thank you.

- [Man] Good to see ya, man.

- [Emmett] Good to see you, too, man.

How things been?

- [Man] Nice truck.

- Thanks.

It's a friend of mine's.

He's letting me borrow it for the shoot.

Just put your stuff right here.

For my lead actor, I called a guy

I used to work with, Dallas Shale.

I knew he wasn't working that winter

because Del has started fronting him

the pot to sell once we discovered

the fat man was a junkie.

Dallas was a find.

Not only could he act,
but he offered to put up

my crew from New York, which turned into

everyone else coming down from Seattle.

(soft music)
(chattering)

We took over his whole house,

storing equipment, cooking meals

and even using it for a couple scenes,

all while Dallas wheeled and dealed

from the back room right
underneath Madeline's nose.

Wanna finish it?

Pretty funny, huh?

- Ha ha.

It's the funniest thing
you've said all day.

I was looking through my meeting schedule

and there's a good one tomorrow

downtown at noon that I go to sometimes.

You wanna try that one?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- You guys are going to a meeting, huh?

- Would you like to come with us?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I bet it'd really help.

I've been puttin' it off for too long.

- That's wonderful, Emmett.

It really does help put things
in perspective, you know?

- Our description of the alcoholic,

the chapter to the
agnostic and our personal

adventures before and after

make clear three pertinent ideas.

A. that we were alcoholic and could not

manage our own lives,

B. that probably no human power

could have relieved our alcoholism

and C. that God could and
would if He were sought.

I've asked Gus to chair the meeting

and he's accepted, so
I'll turn the meeting

over to him now.

- Thanks, Bruce.

My name's Gus and I'm an alcoholic,

a drug addict and an atheist.

- [All] Hi Gus.

- I've got a bad back, a wooden leg

and I was circumcised with a chainsaw.

Tonight's subject is
going to be on honesty,

and I'm not talking about
cash register honesty.

I'm talking about the kind of honesty

that comes out of your own mind about

who you are and who you are not.

That's the kind of honesty that's gonna

keep you sober in this program.

You're gonna have to look
at your conditioning,

who you are, how you got that way.

- I've been having a pretty difficult time

these last few weeks and I came in

and there was this guy at the meeting.

He has about 13 years in the program and,

he's done a lot of work.

He's well-known and respected and all that

and he started talking and he started out

by saying he didn't have
any wisdom whatsoever

to dispense to anybody here.

He was feeling real sideways and messed up

and fucked up and I'm listening to him.

He started talking and
just listening to him

I got to thinking this guy's
crazier than a shithouse rat,

And I was thinking that's
just what I'm looking

forward to when I got 13 years.

I gotta be as crazy as he is,

but as I was listening to him,

something started to come home to me.

- I haven't been to a meeting
for about three months.

I been clean and sober for 18 months

and I guess I didn't think
I needed to come anymore.

Thought I had everything under control,

but I was wrong.

My old boyfriend called
from Portland last weekend

and said he wanted to come up and see me.

I told him on the phone that I'd been...

- [All] Keep coming back.

It works.

- He'd be perfect as background
for the treatment center

scene we're shooting tonight.

Do you want me to ask him?

- Yeah, okay.

- Hi, my name's Madeline
and I was wondering

if by chance you would be interested

in helping us out?

We're filming a movie tonight,

and my friend, Emmett, is
actually making the movie and...

- Triggs?

- Yeah.

- We're going shopping for groceries.

You can come with us
or you can take my car

and go back to Dallas'.

- I think I'll head back.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

(melancholy music)

- You're awful quiet.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Was just thinking about
what that woman said

about her own family ripping her off.

That makes you realize how
lucky you are, doesn't it?

- Must have been a good meeting, huh?

- Yeah.

(mellow music)

(slow bluesy music)

- Hey, you're kinda in
the way right there.

- [Man With Long Hair] Oh
man, I (mumbling) sorry.

- [Man With Dark Hair] Thanks.

- [Triggs] Oh, excuse me, man.

- [Man With Long Hair] Oh, shit.

- Yeah, okay.

I'll make sure, yeah.

Tell my sister you love
her or I won't let her

cook for you when she comes down tomorrow.

- [Emmett] Hi, I love you.

(mumbling)

- Hey, mind if I play your guitar?

- You know how?

- Yeah, I can play a little bit.

- Sure, go right ahead.

- Cool, man, thanks.

Appreciate it, it's a beautiful guitar.

- Yeah, I got it at Sears.

(strumming)

- Oh, that's beautiful.

I got a slide here I wanna play.

("Train To Mercy")

♫ Last time that I saw him

♫ He was on the killin' floor

♫ Last time that I saw him

♫ He was on the killin' floor

♫ It's a late train to mercy

♫ But I hope it never comes

♫ It's a late train to mercy

♫ But I hope it never comes

♫ Moves just like the winter

♫ Cannot stop it in a course

♫ Moves just like the winter

♫ Cannot stop it in a course

♫ I heard the brake man holler

♫ He cannot slow it down

♫ I heard the brake man holler

♫ He can't slow the damn thing down

♫ It's a late train to mercy

♫ But I hope it never comes

♫ It's a late train to mercy

♫ But I hope it never comes

♫ Makes you beg, steal or borrow

♫ But I hope it never comes

♫ It's a late train to mercy

♫ But I hope it never comes

(applauding)

- [Emmett] When he
finished his song, the crew

gathered around him, now
interested in his story,

and long after things had gone bad

and I was alone with my editing,

his voice would come back to me through

the Steenbeck speakers and always,

when the song ended, I could hear Madeline

and me chattering away
together in the background.

(engine grumbling)

Great house.

- Thank you.

It is pretty, isn't it?

I got it eight years ago

when they were almost giving them away.

I put a lot of work into it.

- Must have been tough gettin' used

to that room you rent down at school.

- Come on.

I'll give ya the tour of the house

and then we'll go to my sister's.

(knocking)

- [Woman] Hi.

- [Emmett] Hi.

- Come on in.

I'll make you guys some
coffee before I go.

So, I shouldn't be more than an hour.

I'm just gonna go help my assistant set up

and then I'm gonna come back home.

- [Madeline] When's Denny getting back?

- Day after tomorrow.

- [Madeline] Hi.

(melancholy music)
(chattering)

(child sneezes)

Bless you.

- [Woman] So, I'm gonna
go to work you guys

but you can stay up
until I come back, okay?

- Is there anything you
need me to do to help?

- Yeah, (mumbling).

(melancholy music)

- Hey, can you say hi
to my friend, Emmett?

- Hi.

- Hi, Emmett.

- [Emmett] How are you?

(mumbling)

What?

(mumbling)

- That's not polite, Josie.

My sister hates bees.

She likes you, though.

(melancholy music)

(bells tolling)

Emmett, come in here and keep me company.

- [Emmett] Cup of joe for the pretty girl.

- Cup of joe, huh?

- In the woods, if you
got there early enough,

you could stop and have a
cup of joe with the boys,

kinda like a networking party for loggers.

- And I bet you showed up
early every morning, right?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

I wanted to talk to you about something

I've been thinking about.

- Okay.

- It looks like I won't
be selling my sign shop,

at least through spring and summer.

So, I was wondering if maybe

you might wanna move up here with me?

We could edit film on Jim's machine

and if you need some extra money,

I could teach you how to prep signs.

It's really beautiful up
here in the summer, you know?

- Yeah.

- What do you think?

- Well, you know, I've
got the house I'm renting

to deal with and...

- Well, I wouldn't want
to force you into anything

that makes you uncomfortable.

- Oh, no, no, it's just
there's some things

that I need to take care of is all.

- It was just a thought.

Forget it.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Del.

- Yeah?

What, you can't handle it?

Well, yeah, it's gonna take me

a couple hours to get down there.

Okay, alright, alright, fine, okay.

Okay, bye bye.

I've got to give Del a hand.

A tree he was topping hit part of a house.

- What does that have to do with you?

We were gonna spend the weekend together.

- [Emmett] I can be back up here by six.

- Fine, do what you want.

- Fuckin' mites again.

I showed you this before.

You're supposed to be keeping
an eye on this sorta shit.

Look, they're fuckin' dwarfed.

- You know, the guy at the grow shop

said never to use that
after they start to bud.

- Well, if you'd do your fuckin' job,

I wouldn't have to.

(hissing)

(water rushing)

- I don't understand why
you needed me to come down.

- 'Cause you're the one that's supposed

to be taking care of this stuff.

That's why you're here.

- Yeah, well, I'm thinking of getting out.

- She's got you coming
and going, doesn't she?

Fine, I'll get somebody else out here.

- [Emmett] Okay.

- You gonna finish out this crop?

I mean, if you don't want to, I'll gladly

take the extra eight or ten grand.

- It's only three or
four more weeks, right?

- I don't wanna corrupt your
newfound morals or anything.

- No, I think I can
stick around that long.

(engine grumbling)

(door squeaking)

I told Del that's it.

No more calling me at the
last minute like that.

- That's nice.

- And also, I called my
landlord and I gave notice.

I move out in four weeks.

- Yeah?

Where you gonna live?

- Hopefully with you.

- Sorry, changed my mind.

- I'd be homeless.

- Poor Emmett.

- You know, maybe I could
start off in the studio

and gradually work my way into the house.

- That's a laugh.

Like I'd trust you around my paintings.

(mellow music)

- Where are we going?

- To a meeting.

- Oh.

- Don't worry, it's a speakers meeting.

Heaven forbid anyone should
know your little secrets.

- Except you.

- Yeah, you're life's such
an open book to me, isn't it?

(mellow music)

(thudding)

- [Woman] Get in, get in.

Hands up! Hands up!

Federal agent.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

Turn over, turn over.

(mumbling)

Put your hands behind your back.

- [Emmett] She didn't know anything.

She didn't know anything.

- [Man] Shut the fuck up!

(somber music)

(footsteps crunching)

- [Emmett] When she
looked at me, I glimpsed

something in her eyes besides the anger.

She knew me.

I never saw her again.

(somber music)

They didn't charge Madeline, but I

served nine months in the county jail,

then moved to Seattle and found work

stocking shelves on the graveyard
shift at the Home Giant.

(melancholy music)

Near my apartment in the north end

is a non-alcoholic nightclub.

Open 24 hours, they serve thick sandwiches

and strong coffee.

Nights when they have live music,

throngs of smiling, healthy-looking people

mill around outside in the cool night air.

(melancholy music)

♫ Drivin' back on 101

♫ Big old trees block out the sun

♫ Won't be coming home to stay this time

♫ Don't let me die out in them woods

♫ Ground is cold and the light ain't good

♫ Won't be coming home to stay this time

♫ Please don't let me fall apart

♫ Stop me now from losing heart

♫ The sun is blind and
nothing's in our way

♫ Where the air is cool and dark

♫ Left to themselves,
your doubts will start

♫ I knew that even when it went too far

♫ The things that count
I carried all alone

♫ Sometimes cruel and sometimes fate

♫ All them strange and twisted shapes

♫ The things that count I carry all alone

♫ Please don't let fall apart

♫ Stop me now from rules of heart

♫ The sun is blind and
there's nothing in our way

♫ Where the air is cool and dark

♫ Please don't let fall apart

♫ Stop me now from losing heart

♫ The sun is blind and
there's nothing in our way

♫ Where the air is cool and dark