All language subtitles for Young.Werther.2024.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264

- Hi, Paul.

- It's Werther, sitting
under a linden tree.

Just a type of oak, apparently,

kind of smells like
lukewarm ejaculate.

Have you ever noticed
that about oak trees?

Anyway, I'm bleeding from the
upper face part of my head

pretty profusely, and
I'm probably dying.

All because of stupid love.

Tell my mother the Dia
Viari horse is on my desk

at the hotel,

and I never really hated her.

Call me if you get a chance.

Miss you.

- They left my
sleep apnea machine

on the platform in Montreal.

Did you bring a
copy of the will?

- Mm-hm.

- Still don't think
this is a good idea.

- You don't think
anything's a good idea?

- It's a six largest city
in North America, Werther.

- It's one day, Paul.

- You could get
shot by a rapist.

- Or accidentally take the metro
downtown instead of uptown?

Come on.

- Don't joke about that.

- Just try to enjoy yourself.

Once I retrieved Judith's
precious little horse

from her thieving sister,
my trust will be released,

and I will be off to Europe
for a summer of adventure

while you return to Westmount

to have the worst three
months of your life.

- It's not my fault
I'm afraid of Europe.

- World War One
ended 100 years ago,

and apparently it
wasn't even so bad.

- It was one of the worst
things that ever happened,

and it could happen
again at any moment.

Isn't this the way the hotel?

- So, there is this place that
supposedly makes the

best gelato known to humanity.

- I didn't bring Lactaid.

- One quick stop and then
we will head straight

to my aunt and uncle's to
pick up the horse sculpture.

What is it?

- You get distracted.

You have trouble
following through.

- Well, that's just not true.

Name one pursuit I've abandoned.

- Your old country band.

- Woo!

Artistic differences.

- Your fine art photography
of oceanography PhD

stemmed inside the carcasses
of beached whales.

- In fairness, the whales
did not beach themselves

anywhere near as
frequently as necessary

for the project to be a success.

- And of
course, your memoir.

- My memoir
is still in progress.

I just haven't had enough
life experience yet.

- We're returning the horse
to your mom tomorrow, right?

That's the only reason
I agreed to this trip.

- Tomorrow. Come on.

Tut-tut-tut-tut.

Beautiful.

- Woohoo. Mm, mm.

Marshmallow is my new favorite.

- I think I'm getting a sunburn.

I'll just meet you at the hotel.

- Paul?

- My sister is eighteen, so no,

she doesn't wanna fly
down to Miami with you

on your sick jet, which
probably belongs to your father,

who's also your boss, and
who, if given the chance,

would be competing with you
for my sister, again, 18,

which is younger than
the daughter he has

with the stepmother you
used to fantasize about

while showering.

- I have never
wanted anyone more.

- I never fantasized
about Brooke.

- Charlotte, what was that?

- That was called
protecting my little sister

from a sex criminal.

- Thank you, Charlotte.

- 1% over there definitely
fantasized about Brooke,

but how constantly?

Like three times a day,
every seven seconds?

Did he picture his dad
being like part of it, or?

"Franny and Zooey" Nice.

- It's first
edition, it's signed.

- I mean, you're brave to
bring something so valuable

out into the world.

- It was a very thoughtful
gift from my sister.

- Ugh, who reads?

You should have gotten Charlotte

that diamond bracelet
from Tiffany's,

or a new vibrator.

- What? Diamonds are
a girl's best friend?

- I've read about that.

I'm Werther, by the way.

- I'm Sissy Buff.
This is Melanie.

And my older sister Charlotte,
it's her birthday today.

- Happy birthday
Miss Charlotte Buff.

- Thank you, we're
actually just having

a bit of a girl's day though,
so it's nice to meet you.

- Oh, nice to meet you too.

Before I go though, I'm
from Westmount, Montreal,

only here for the day.

If you guys have
any recommendations.

- You should come to
Charlotte's party tonight.

- Well, I love parties.
- I don't know

if we'll actually be going.

- You never go to parties
or do anything fun.

It's your birthday, be
a normal human for once.

It's at the Claudine
Hotel at 10:00 PM.

We will definitely be there.

- 10:00 PM, I will
see you there.

Fun.

Oh, excuse me. Hi Paul.

- Where are you?

- I'm on the subway
to my aunt's house.

- I can hear your
inseam being measured.

- I'm at Peruzzi's.

Are you replacing the
sheets in the hotel?

- What's the condition
of the horse?

- I met a girl.
- Werther!

- No, she's incredible.
She's smart.

She's funny, she's adorable.

She's maternal,
she's loquacious,

and she's a reader,
who reads, Paul?

- Why are at you at Peruzzi's if
you haven't

picked up the horse yet?

- Well, rush tailoring
stops at four.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- Well, I only brought
one suit with me, Paul,

and I'm hardly showing
up at Charlotte's party

wearing the same thing
as this afternoon, am I?

- Who's Charlotte?

The girl from today
that you just met?

- The girl from today that
I think I'm in love with.

- This all seems to be in order.

The horse was left
to your sister.

Why would you do this?

- She wants it
because I want it.

- But why do you want it?

It's not even a
nice representation.

- Because she wants it.

- Sisters.

If my wife and your mother
would end this foolishness,

but tell me, how are you?

What will you be doing
with yourself this summer?

- I'm off to Europe
for expat adventures.

Material for my memoir.

- Oh, material, eh?

The silky and lacy variety?

- Something like that.

- Let me tell you
about the material

you hope to gather in Europe.

Seek out smart, confident
progressive women.

Real spitfires. They'll
challenge your wits,

and make you reconsider your
very outlook on both yourself

and the wider world.

- That's good advice.

- And no condoms.
They feel terrible.

- Thank you.

Room 405.

I like your shoes.
- Thank you.

- Are you insane?

- I didn't, um.

- It's basic physics.
- Up, up.

- Unbelievable.

- Incredibly smooth.

You're like a young Dr.
No era Sean Connery.

- Girls are always
saying that to me.

- Is it because you slapped
them before kissing them

or because you're insufferable

about Scottish
national politics?

- Both. Champagne?

- No, thank you.

- Come on, everybody
deserves a glass of champagne

on their birthday.

- I'm actually just
about to leave.

- I just arrived.
- No offense.

My sister invited you.

- Yeah, where is
the charming Sissy?

- Her fake ID is my ID, so.

- December 15th, 1990.

- I promised her I'd
stay until 10:30,

which is five minutes from now.

- Don't you want to hang out

with all your friends
on your big day?

- I don't really
know anybody here.

What about Melanie?

- At a certain point
in the evening,

she's just on her own journey.

- Ah,

you're having a good birthday?

- It was fine.
- Just fine?

- Just fine.

- What did you want to do today
that you did not get to do?

- It's not that.

- You wanted to ride
a mechanical bull.

- I just, I love
mechanical bulls so much.

- I don't think you can even
say that you've had a birthday

unless you've ridden
a mechanical bull.

What?

- It's stupid.
- It's probably not.

- You won't make fun of me?

- I will probably
not make fun of you.

- I don't know how to
dance to any of this music.

- Nobody does.

- What about him?

- Well, he's a talented man.

Well, you don't have any
embarrassing school dance moves?

- I never went to
high school dances.

- Weddings?

Slumber parties?

Afternoons at your best friend's
house when you skip school?

So you don't have any
friends and you can't dance?

- I can waltz, but just not
playing anything waltzable.

- We will see.

- Where did you learn to waltz?

- Finishing school?
- Oh

They must be very proud.

You are the picture of
grace and savoir-vivre.

- Well, if you're a member
of a finishing school's

partner school and you
get a doctor's note

excusing you from rugby,

you can spend your gym
periods assisting young women

with their pursuit
of partnered dancing.

- Clever.

- Anything for dance.

And you, quite graceful.

- My dad loved to waltz.

- Well, he'd stand
you on his feet

and he'd dance around
the living room?

- No, he taught me properly.

Every year for my birthday,
he'd take me and my mom

to the Albino Squirrel
Conservation Gala

and we'd take turns
waltzing all night.

- That's so lovely.
- It was.

- So how come you never
went to slumber parties

or high school dances?

- I have six
brothers and sisters.

- Six?

- Between school and
lessons and making sure

they're not covered in each
other's mucus and blood.

- Isn't that more in
the parental sphere

of domestic responsibility?

- My mom passed away
suddenly, and my dad tried,

but he wasn't really
the same afterward.

So I just took on more and more.

And it didn't really leave a
lot of time for slumber parties

or college,

or a career.

- I'm so sorry.

That's amazing you help him out.

- Helped.

Cancer.

- Oh.

- That was some
serious Jane Eyre shit.

- I'll show you
how to do the worm.

- I don't need to learn
how to do the worm.

- That's not, that's
not what I'm saying.

I mean, I am a writer.

- Oh. Oh, here we go.

What do you write, writer?

- That doesn't matter.

What I'm saying is the
cultural impact of Salinger

is amazing, but I
stand by what I say.

- "Catcher in the Rye" is not-
- Not a piece of shit.

Full stop!
- Shit!

- But compared to "Franny and
Zooey" it's a piece of shit.

It's shit like, it
resembles from a distance

book shaped shit.

Oh buddy.

Are you ready for
a charm offensive?

- What, more charming than this?

- Okay, I first need to-
- Ow.

- I first need to figure out

a poetic term for the purest
combination of amber and green

that most
appropriately describes

the remarkable
hazelness of your eyes.

- Werther, I should
have mentioned, I-

- As far as gold.
- I'm.

- No, caramel emerald.
- I'm-

- Carol Emaral. You what?

- I'm engaged.

- What?

I didn't even think to look.

- His name's Albert.
You'd like him.

- Yeah, everybody likes Albert.

Charlotte loves Albert
and you like Charlotte.

This pretty face, how could
you not like this pretty face?

- How could you not?

- Albert liked it too, so
he put a ring on her face.

He's rich, handsome,

rich, handsome lawyer.

Significant mating advantages.

- Well, he sounds nice

- He is.

Oh, that's, yeah.

- Yeah, is it weird that
he, what's his name?

Allen, wasn't here tonight.

- Albert. He had work.

Like Albert's always working.

It's hard for him not
to, it's admirable.

- On your birthday?

- Albert's doing a
little birthday brunch

for me instead tomorrow.

If you don't have
plans, it could be fun.

I'll text you the address.

- Sure.

um, maybe-
- Oh, bye.

- Hot dogs! Hot dogs!

- What?

- Traffic was terrible, and
where were you yesterday?

- I met the girl I wanna spend
the rest of my life with.

So there is no way I'm
just gonna leave town

and let her stupid
fiance have her.

- I'm going home.

- I need your emotional support.

- Support your own emotions.

- You know, I
can't, if you leave,

I will tell Aunt Lee
what really happened

to the Hudson Bay blanket when
you were thirteen.

- You wouldn't.

- We're staying at the Claudine.

Check us in, the
sheets are fine.

- Thank you. Good sir.

- Whoa!
- Sorry. Sorry.

Didn't mean to disturb you.

How are you feeling?

Night on the stoop must
be hell on my lower back.

- I'm housed. I'm Werther.

- Werther? Werther!

- Oh.

- Oh, Charlotte told
me all about you.

- Terrible things, I hope.

- Mostly, mostly.

She did say you're
quite the dancer.

- Oh, ah, yeah, I'm
sorry about that.

- Why?

Oh, she enjoyed herself.

I'm happy she had a nice time
with friends old and new.

- Okay. Well good.

- There is something
concerning me though.

- The joint.
- What?

- Nothing. Go on.

- Well, Charlotte told me
that Sissy has developed

something with a
little crush on you.

- Sissy?
- I don't know exactly

how old you are, but
she is in high school.

- Oh no, she's,
yeah, she's a child.

I would never, 100%.

- Good.
- Oh good.

- Yeah. Good, good.

- My best friend Paul, he's 19.

And even him at times, I'm
like, "Why do we hang out?"

Our moms is best friends
is why, initially anyway.

And he just really gets me.

And I suppose I've always
wanted a sibling, you know?

Only children are a little bit.

- Well, I'm glad
you're a normal person.

- Well, let's not
say terrible things,

but on this I swear I will
be the perfect gentleman

toward Sissy.

- Well, you'll stay
for brunch, I hope.

- Absolutely.
- Any interest in helping

me fetch supplies?

- Sure.
- Great.

- Perhaps I'll just
pop in, quick a load-

- No, no, no, no,

Charlotte's taking
her shower here.

What am I listening for here?

- Sort of dull thud.

- Oh yeah, where did
you learn do that?

- My mother.

Your mother never brought
you along to market?

- No.

- Oh.

- So I understand
you practice law.

- Mm-hm.

Now, that old cliche, you can
take the boy off the farm,

but then he just becomes
a criminal lawyer

casually versed in
watermelon ripeness.

- My uncle
Blochstein's a lawyer.

- Mort Blochstein?

- You know him?

- Yeah, our firms
occasionally cross paths.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hold on.

- What?
- That.

- Were you walking
your own dog earlier?

- What is happening here?

- Just a spontaneous
act of civics.

- That is so nice.

- We're all responsible for
the state of our communities,

and our shoes.

- You really believe that?

The community's part?

- Yeah, I do.

- Well, I don't know
how to politely ask

if I'm gonna be carrying
all the groceries

all the way back to the house.

- You're asking
for a trade then?

- I am not.

- Hello!

- Albert!

- Look who I found.

- Hello Werther.

- Hello Sissy.

- I'll get started.

- This is Freddy.

He wants his tonsils out

because he thinks that means
he'll get ice cream every meal

for the rest of his life.

- Fair.
- And this is Toby.

Toby's not allowed
to use the internet

with the door closed
anymore, are you Toby?

- He won't remember
our names anyway.

Can't we just go play PS5?

- Nobody plays
video games anymore.

All the cool kids
there playing 500 Up.

- What's 500 Up?

- Well, do you have a ball?

- Like, what a dog
will play with?

- Yes.

- Isn't he fun?

- Yeah, I like him.

Oh, and we had a very productive
conversation about Sissy.

- Oh, good.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Oh.

- That was good.

- Mm, these bagels
are a revelation.

- Sissy.
- What?

Nutella's delicious.

It's one of my top five,
hazelnut-based cocoa spreads.

Albert, Charlotte.

- Oh, no, no, no, my
chocolate days are over.

- So Albert, how did
you and Charlotte meet?

- Charlotte's father
was my mentor.

He was an incredible man.

I was visiting him at
the hospital before.

- Albert helped with
the arrangements.

- And then he proposed
at the funeral.

- Oh. Anyway.

Yeah. I should be off.

- Johannssen today?

- Who's Johannssen?

- He's a client.

I'm representing his daughter.

Well, the whole family
actually in a pro bono case.

- And it's not billable, so he
does it during his off hours,

which I understand, I just wish-

- We meet on Sundays to discuss
developments and strategy.

- Over skeet shooting.
- Skeet shooting.

- With shotguns?
- With shotguns.

- Yeah, Albert
grew up on a farm.

That's why he has
such nice arms.

- Sissy.
- What? He bailed hay.

- I did bale hay.

I do have nice arms.

- So, what's the case?

- Well, Johannssen's
daughter, Kit,

briefly dated a man
named Matthew Mole.

And during that period,
Mole was rent evicted.

And so she allowed him
to temporarily move in,

but he didn't contribute to
any of the household finances.

He refused to look for a job,

and then finally
made a sexual advance

on one of Kit's best friends.

So Kit ended the relationship.

So now he's suing
Kit for alimony.

- It's disgusting.

His lawyer's arguing that
the pace of relationships

has changed and
that living together

should be afforded
the same protections

as common law marriage.

- Ugh, I'm never
getting married.

How about you, Werther?

- Well, I haven't
given him much thought.

- Well, before I leave,

Charlie.

- Holy shit.

- Oh, it's gorgeous.

- Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, I have
something for you too.

- I got it.

- Happy birthday.

You didn't have-
- Is that a Dia Viari?

- Is it? Yeah.

I, yeah, I guess it is.

- Oh my God.

- What's a Dia Viari?

- A very, very
important sculptor.

This is too much.

- I insist.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, it's last owner
was kind of a jerk, so.

- If you change your mind,
I totally understand.

We only, I mean, we just met.

- Knowing that this
is the best gift

you have ever received
is enough for me.

Albert, if you
need to get going,

I can help Charlotte
with the dishes.

- Is the dishwasher broken, or?

- You are not
bringing that to camp?

- I sewed and
designed it myself.

- Who's going to camp?

- My siblings?

Sissy goes every year and
she knows that counselors

are supposed to set an example.

- If you are forcing
me to go to camp,

you'll have to let me show
off my work, and get a tan.

- You can get a decent tan
while wearing something decent.

- What do you think, Werther?

- You're a talented designer

and your stitching
is impeccable.

And second of all, I love camp.

Canoeing, marshmallows.

- You were the one
all excited to go.

That was before the
city got so interesting.

- You already committed to it.

Head counselor is
great work experience.

What if I got a job in the city?

- Doing what?

- Something.

- Sorry. Sometimes.

- Hey, I went
through my, you know,

obscenely revealing swimwear
phase too, I get it.

- Is it terrible that
I'm looking forward

to some free time this summer?

- To spend with Albert?

- He works so much.

The boards I'm on meet less
frequently during the summer.

There's no major fundraising
events until fall.

- Well, if I may be so bold,

can I suggest what you might
do with some of your free time?

- Be so bold.

- Well, maybe we can
be new best friends,

and hang out every day and
just have the best time ever

with someone.
- I've never had time for

a new best friend before.

- Is that a yes?

- What would it mean exactly?

- We'll figure it out as we go.

And whatever it ends up being,

it will definitely
not be awkward.

- Oh, Werther!

Oh, he's perfect.

A worthy opponent.

Handsome like a 1960s astronaut,
buys local organic produce.

But Charlotte must like
me at least a little

because she didn't tell
him about the joint.

She likes me, right?

- Is there an app that
detects ejaculate,

even if it's dried?

- It's a clean hotel, Paul.

- It's a hotel, Werther.

- And her hands are so soft.

It's like some incredibly
soft flower petal.

Imagine how soft
her lips would be.

- Soft?
- Like so soft.

And we've agreed
to be best friends.

- Best?

I just canceled a train home

and agreed to stay in this
disgusting hotel for you.

Ah!
- Don't be needy, Paul.

It's unbecoming.

- You're the one
who needed me, here,

and she's engaged to a guy
you weirdly seem to like.

- I like him, sure, but if I
had to choose who I like more,

me or him, I mean, I love me.

- Forget about this girl, hmm?

Go to Europe.

Meet someone else.

- No.

- Where's your mother's horse?

- Well, I'd rather talk
about all the fun things

I'm planning to do
with Charlotte over
the next few weeks.

- Where is the horse, Werther?

- I mean, you'll come
with us, of course.

- Cities are cesspools. I'm
staying in until this

mania passes and we can leave.

The horse, where is it?

- Horse?

- Werther.

- Your friend didn't wanna come?

- Oh Paul. He hates culture.

No, you are not gonna date it

from the moment you
started working.

You're gonna date it
when you release it.

- No, what? Why?

- Because that's when it was
completed. I don't know.

- Hale-Bopp Comet!

- Yes!

- Maltese tarragon.

- Fresh Maltese tarragon.

- Buff.

Charlotte Buff.

- Expecto Patronum!

- Whoa!

- Which baby animal
do you think is the cutest?

- Chimpanzee, clearly.

- Chimpanzee. No, no.

It's a baby aardvark, clearly.

- Baby aardvarks look like

uncircumcised penises.

- That's what I said, cute.

- Well, apparently
having no work experience

or degree makes getting
a job difficult.

- Maybe it's what
you're applying to.

- Albert said aim high.

- And so you should,
but if I may, what,

what interests you most?

- I don't know.

Clothes, does that sound stupid?

- Not at all.

- I have a lot of
experience with sewing,

so I'm good with that stuff.

If you need anything, I can
take things to the cleaners.

I can do anything.

I'm just really
excited to be here.

- Werther?

- Yes, Charlotte,

- Can I read something of yours?

- Oh no, no, no, no, no.

- Is it because you are
actually illiterate?

- It's because I'm unhappy

with everything
I've ever completed,

and I avoid starting and
completing most other things.

Because I secretly think
I will never be as good

as the authors
whose work I admire.

- That was remarkably
self-aware.

- I'm uncomfortable now.
- Imagine how I feel

to be seen with an
insecure man in a park.

- I feel very vulnerable.

- Oh, you're making it worse.

- You know, I probably
need to be kissed.

Well, if you're
not going to ease

my incapacitating vulnerability
with your lips and tongue,

then the very least
you can do is tell me

something equally
intense about yourself.

- Should I?

- You should.

- I've had more fun in
the past three weeks

than I've had since
becoming a mother of six.

- Really and truly?

- You ever do write something
you feel comfortable sharing,

I'd love to see it.

- I'm trying to read here.

No.
- No, no, that way is better.

- This is the, this is this.

- Hey, there.
- Hey, girl.

What are your thoughts
on day drinking tomorrow?

My thoughts are yes, and we are.

- On a Wednesday?

Don't you have like a
herpes research fundraiser

to plan or something?

- It's too late,
everyone already has it.

- Oh yeah.

- I get it.

- Get what?
- This whole a thing.

Look, I don't blame you.

Albert's steady, loving, safe.

Werther's like this weird
unpredictable adventure.

- We're friends,
we're hanging out.

- Hey, zero judgment.

To me you're exploring
personal freedom.

Even if it's just
an emotional affair.

It's exciting. I support it.

- I mean, yes,

I feel a kinship,
connection

connection of a sort.

Even if there is
something there,

maybe it's not about
him specifically.

Maybe he's like a
conduit, talisman.

- Exploring desire is personal
and healthy, life is long.

You're a goddamned saint, you
deserve a little stimulation.

- With Albert and everything.

I mean, is that okay?

Do you think?
- It's okay?

It's okay to do whatever you
want with whoever you want.

You just have to be prepared
for the consequences.

- Anyway, we're just friends.

- You look at all your
friends like that?

- Why don't you let
her read that YA story

about the teenage robots
that conquer humanity.

Then get really bored.

- Albert taught me to grill a
perfect steak the other day.

Did I tell you that?

High heat and then
low, that's the trick.

You only flip it once.

- Is your crush on him or her?

- What is that supposed to mean?

- How was the sample
sale, by the way?

Where do people
change at those things?

Is everyone just nude?

- This weird thing happened.

It makes me feel like
a flammable Guinea pig.

- It should. You are?

Oh, that's lovely.

- Oh.
- When in Rome?

- Oh no.

- All right, oh, come here.

All right, go up there.

Go, go, go.

- Oh. Sorry.

- How does it look?

- Terrible.

- You little mouse.

Get away from me,
you little muskrat.

- Um, Werther.

- Um, Charlotte?

- The zipper is stuck.

- What?
- Zipper! Stuck.

- Right.

Right.

Oh, sorry, if I had
pliers, I could,

- Just grab the
pliers in my purse.

- You got pliers in your purse?

- Charlotte's telling
a little joke.

- She's making
just a little one.

- A little one.

All right.

Yeah, I don't know
what to do here.

- Use your teeth.

- All right.

Ah, yeah.

- You're buying that.

- Yeah

- The zipper...

we're trying to...

- We held hands, Paul.

While running, it is
the most intimate thing

one person can do.

- Putting your mouth on
her butt wasn't intimate?

- No, that was
routine mouth butt.

But the running
though with the hands.

- And then this
other thing happened.

We treated ourselves to gelato.

Charlotte wanted to
take one to Albert.

I did not, I just wanted
to hold hands again.

No, we probably
shouldn't bother him.

- He's gonna love it.

- Okay.

- Hello Miss Buff, how are you?

No, he's with the boss.

- He was supposedly
busy, but who chooses work

of the grandest achievement
in all of Italian cuisine?

- Adults with the most
basic sense of responsibility?

- Is everything okay?

Is it the kids camp?

I told them not to give
Freddy a compound bow, what?

- Yeah, Albert did not love it.

- Oh, what's going
on, ice cream?

- Ice cream.
- And Charlotte tried

to explain that, that we
were just there for fun.

And that your brain
actually performs better

with regular breaks and
serotonin promotion.

- a fun activity.

- Can we talk for a second?

Would you excuse me
for a moment, sorry.

Can we talk. Come here.

Charlotte and I need a moment.

- And then he flipped out.

- So sorry about that.

- It was too perfect.

I realized in that exact moment

how I'm going to
win Charlotte away.

What next?

- Probably just go home.

- Now, Albert cares about his
work a lot, you know that.

- I'm not saying he shouldn't.

I love that he's
passionate, it's just.

- You wish he was that
passionate about you?

You wish he was that
passionate about you.

- So, you're going to a
shooting range with Albert.

- Mm-hm.
- After basically telling

his fiance he cares more
about his work than her?

- Mm-hm.

- He will shoot you
with his shotgun.

- In the face are in the back?

- Face.

- Pull!

Yes.

- You'd be amazing at murder.

- Possibly, though clay pigeons

don't really scream
out their name at you

in an effort to make you
recognize their humanity.

You're up.

- Yes.

- Okay. Simple.

- Huh?
- You're just gonna

shoot right ahead
of the target, yeah?

All right. Pull!

Werther?

Safety.

- Oh.

- There you go.

- All right. Okay.

You ready? And pull!

- You all right?

- Is this the starter size?

- We got some 20 gauge
short barrel Remington 870s

for ladies and children.

- That's perfect.

Ah.
- Come on.

- Yeah. All right.

- Pull it!

- Just pull.

- Release the pigeons!

- Close.

- Yeah!

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Point it that way.

Let's put it down.

Good. Good.

- Sorry.
- Good.

- My first time.

- Fun, right?

- There's a new sushi
place on Harvard.

What do you think?

- Delivery?

- You wanna go to
a movie tonight?

- I don't think
I'll have the time.

- Sunday matinee,
walk in the park?

Any indication whatsoever that
you wanna spend time with me?

- Mm-hm.

- Albert,

do you love me?

- I am sorry.

I've neglected you. I know.

It's just, I took Werther
out earlier today, okay?

And I've fallen behind
in work, that's all.

- You took Werther out today?

- Yeah. Shooting.

He'd never been. You
wouldn't believe it.

He ended up with
a Remington 870.

And can you imagine?

- We were just-
- Flirting, bantering,

smiling, laughing.

You were touching each other
thinking nobody would notice.

We don't touch each other.

- I know that it's
stupid that I like him.

But you have Albert,
you're being stupid too.

You're getting married.

- So did Albert tell you
about all the pie shaped

pieces of clay we
bested in single combat?

- I heard you had
to use a lady gun.

- Mm. I mean, who knew shotguns

came in so many fetching
colors, it's quite remarkable.

- How did that make you feel?

- Like a big, strong woman?

Something, something's
the matter?

- I think it's for the best...

- If we ran away
to Portugal, 100%.

Praia Da Rocha is the most
beautiful beach in Europe.

I will personally
book the flights.

- Werther, just don't make
this worse than it already is.

- What you want to do? Do
you wanna hold hands again?

Did you, do you wanna hold
hands with a baby chimpanzee?

Because I'm the most
adorable of all baby animals.

I use sticks to dig into
termite mounds. Hoo hoo!

I sleep in tree nest with a
minimum diameter of 16 feet.

And I think Jane Goodall,
she ruined me for all other

chimp women, except
for this one in Toronto

with these bewitching
hazel eyes.

And baby aardvarks, they look
like uncircumcised penises.

And if you-

- Oh my God.

I have to go.

- Paul!

My heart is exploding!

Over and over to the
beat of Gary Glitter's

"Rock and Roll Part 2",

while every one of
Zeus's laser bolts

soar directly from heaven into
my spine, through my veins,

and out of my eyes,
she kissed me, Paul.

- Who, Charlotte?
- She put her mouth

on my mouth and fucking
kissed me with it

because she loves me back, Paul.

She loves me back.

She loves me!

- You were right. And I'm sorry.

And I need your help.

- It's good.
- Yeah?

- Did Charlotte really shove
a model who smiled at you?

- It's based
on a true story, Paul.

Based.

- Just because she kissed you

doesn't mean she's
gonna leave Albert.

- Of course it does, Paul.

Of course it does.

- Hi, you've
reached Charlotte.

Please leave your
name and number.

Hi, you've reached Charlotte.

Please leave your
name and number.

Hi, you've reached Charlotte.

Please leave your name and
number.

Hi, you've reached Charlotte.

Please leave your
name and number.

Hi, you've reached Charlotte.

Please leave your
name and number.

Hi, you've reached
Charlotte, please.

Hi, you've reached Charlotte.

Hi, you've reached Charlotte.

Please leave, Charlotte,
please leave your name.

You've reached Charlotte,

please, reached Charlotte.

Hi, you've reached Charlotte.

Please, you've
reached Charlotte.

You've reached Charlotte.

- Why won't she call me back?

- We could be evacuating.

- You think she died?

- We're gonna die. Look outside.

- If she's dead, I want to die.

- Over a crush?

- She is not a crush,
she's my forever love

of inimitable pureness.

And I feel physically
revoltingly ill

that I can't get hold of her.

Can you understand that, Paul?

- Not really.
- Okay.

Imagine I hid that
industrial sized bottle

of hand sanitizer
you sleep with,

And no matter where you
looked, you couldn't find it.

- I probably, I probably
cut off my hands.

- Exactly, Charlotte's absence

makes me want to
cut off my hands.

- Okay, I have an idea.

- Cut off my hands?

- Let's both take a Xanax.

Tomorrow we'll find
Charlotte together.

- Go into the cesspool.

- I'll enter the cesspool.

- Nobody home.

Nobody home.

- Do you happen to
know where they are?

- Wedding.

- What did she say?

- Wedding?

- Who's wedding?

- Maybe, maybe they're
making a short film.

Is that Charlotte?

She really is beautiful.

- Hi, Werther. Who's this?

- I'm Paul, Werther's
best friend.

- I like your mask.

- It keeps bacteria and
airborne terror agents

from enter my lungs
and then bloodstream.

- Can I try it?
- No.

- Do you wanna get a
drink inside, Paul?

They're not ID-ing.

- Do you think they
have a bottled water?

- Just come on.

- You knew we were
getting married.

- I didn't know when.

- You never asked.

Albert is,

he's such a good man.

- And I'm what? The bad guy.

- This isn't about you.

I can't,

I can't mess up
everything in my life.

I have responsibilities,
we have a family.

I keep missing board meetings.

- Board meetings?

I'm incredible with
kids, like ask any child.

Like ask this one. Hey, hey!

I'm-
- I love him.

- You kissed me.

- Sorry.

I shouldn't have.

- Oh, there he is.

Charlotte said that you
wouldn't be able to make it.

Hi.

I'm so happy you're here.

- Congratulations, Albert.

- Ah.

- But I'm in love
with Charlotte.

So you can see how this is
a little awkward for me.

- Hey.

- Probably not for you.

It's a great goddamn suit.

- Good morning.

- How are you doing?

- Splendid.

Do you ever read these pro
suicide emo newsletters?

- You're not thinking of
killing yourself over some girl?

- Of course not, what is
this? 18th century Germany?

I'm, it's just these really
speak to me right now.

This love is our weapon girl.

It's like we're the
exact same person.

- Okay.

- Where were you, anyway?

- With Sissy.

- Holy shit.

- We talked all night,
she's afraid of bats too.

We kissed twice and-

- Twice, Paul. That is great.

- I get it now, I
totally understand

where you're coming from

with this whole Charlotte
obsession thing.

- Love is the best, right?

- It's so nice.

- See what Sissy and you have

is what Charlotte and
I are going to have.

- Charlotte's married now.

That's, that's pretty
off the market.

- It's not like she's
pregnant or anything.

Nobody weeps at the end of
a childless marriage, it's-

- Werther.
- It's like quitting

a terrible job, and even
better if you have a new,

frankly more fun
job to move on to.

- How do you know you
have a better job for her?

- I don't, but I just do.

- What?

- What if I got a job?

- I've been saying
that for months.

- It's his only main advantage.

You know, if she wants
someone who can take care

of a family, I'm
going to get a job.

And then I'm going
to get the girl.

- You sound
ridiculous, and what,

how are you just gonna
go and get a job?

- This is my new paralegal.

A very clever boy.

What was noteworthy
in the decision

in Lovejoy versus Pinkerton?

- It established a woman's
right to carry a concealed baton

in any region of
southern Louisiana.

- You primed him, Blochstein.

- David, I'm hurt.

How was I to know you'd
throw case law at the boy?

- Your new position
affords you access

to amenities level one.

Billard room, espresso nook,
and in-house barbering.

No full cuts.

Just hot towel and trim.

Dearest Charlotte,

I hope you're well.

I've recently secured
a promising career,

and I was wondering if
you'd like to join me

for marshmallow gelato
at some point this week.

I'm free later today and most
of tomorrow, but I'm flexible.

Let me know, yours
professionally, W.

- Holy shit.

- Thank you.

That shit's genius.

Getting alimony from a
girl you've been hooking up

with for a couple months.

I'd accept alimony from Jen.

- Yeah, well she
was real cruel to you, man.

- Anyway, I
wonder if it'll work again.

- You guys talking Matthew Mole?

- Yeah, bro.
- That works.

That'll be like, what, like?

- Like the fourth time.

- Right? Yeah.

The fourth time.

- Yeah, and the girls'
family always pay him off.

McLusky pocket's a
pretty sweet commission.

- Hi Werther,
congrats on the new job.

Paul must be very proud.

As for gelato, I'm planning
mine and Albert's honeymoon

for after the
Johannssen case is over.

And that's taking
up a lot of my time.

Oh, and if you wanna
update your contacts,

it's Charlotte Wrightly now .

- She took Albert's name.

Can you believe that?

It is like the woman's
liberation movement
never happened.

What are you doing?

- I'm going home.

- You can't, I haven't
yet won Charlotte's heart.

- Charlotte's heart.

Do you know how
pathetic you sound?

- You are in a mood.
- Yeah. Yeah.

I'm in a bit of a mood.

Albert caught me with Sissy.

- Great.

- Albert chase me out before
I could put on a shirt.

- Well, that sounds kind of fun.

- And it doesn't
matter anyway because,

whatever.

- 'Cause what?

- Because I get the feeling
that her crush on you

isn't completely gone.

- What makes you say that?

- Does Werther
ever talk about me?

- You know what your problem is?

You don't recognize
all the good things

you have in your life.

- What do I have
that's so good, Paul?

I'm heartbroken.
- Heartbroken.

She's a girl. One girl.

And even if Charlotte
never talked to you again,

you'd still have your
charm, a wealthy family.

The ability to just
go out and get a job

you're not qualified for any-

- I've been killing at work.

- I'm sure you have.

I actually truly believe that.

You're smart, you're capable.

You could do anything, but you
focus on what you don't have

or can't have, like me refusing
to go to stupid Europe.

- Oh, we're gonna
have so much fun.

- You're unbelievable.

- Why are you so angry?

- Charlotte's only
the latest example

of your insane selfishness.

You could have some other
girl who likes books

and music and quirky
impulsiveness.

But it has to be, Charlotte.

Always has to be exactly what
you want when you want it.

So frustrating, Werther you're
so incredibly frustrating,

and I'm sick of listening
to you complain.

- Paul.

- I'm going home.
- Go on then.

- Big night tonight.

The gala, you're going, no?

- Oh, no.

- Come on, every lawyer
in town will be there.

You know, you look like shit.

- It's a bad, bad week.

- You wanna talk about it?

- Not really.
- Good.

- Am I a selfish person?

No. I'm just wondering.

Do I deserve love?

- Ooh, this is heavy.

I think this might be a moment

when I should share some
poignant life advice.

- You don't have to.

- Hey, did I ever tell you

that you should
never wear condoms?

- You mentioned that.

- So, you adore this
one with all your heart?

- Hm.

- She loves your back?

- Well, she's recently
married to a great guy.

- Ah, I see.

If you really care for her,

do something nice
for the both of them.

Something they'll
truly appreciate.

Then move on.

- Werther.
- Albert.

Listen, maybe I
owe you an apology.

Maybe you owe me
one, I don't know.

The past is the past, but what
I have in my hands here is,

it is the future and it is,

it is more important than
who is right and wrong

in regards to the whole
Charlotte situation.

- Yeah, I couldn't even
begin to guess what that is.

- So, you know, you
spend all your free time

on the Kit Johansen suit.

- I spent some of
my time on it, yes.

- Well, I got a job at
Blochstein, Letcher and Wormdon.

- What did you say?

- Yep, the lead on the suit is-

- No, no. Stop Werther.

Werther you can't-
- No, no, you-

- Stop, I cannot be hearing,
I cannot be hearing any-

- Albert, it's.

Albert, I-

- Well, well, well.
Well, Werther.

You just turn up
everywhere, don't you?

Let me guess, you're
looking for Charlotte.

- I'm actually here for Albert.

- Leave them alone.
- I will after I-

- At first I thought
this was cute.

The sweet, strange guy making
my best girl feel wanted.

But this, not cute.

This is stalkery.

- I'm not a stalker, I love her.

- That is the number
one thing stalkers say.

- Isn't it also the number
one thing people in love say?

Ah!

- How many other girls have
you been relentlessly pursuing

in the city?

- None.
- I don't believe you.

You're a narcissistic lethario.

You're telling me if any
moderately attractive woman here

dragged you into the washroom,
you wouldn't?

- Hypothetically, it's a
tricky thought experiment.

Physically, I'm very
lonely, I feel rejected.

Maybe, maybe I
find it comforting

or maybe I just feel worse.

- I knew it.

- You knew what? I
was equivocating.

Anyway, the only person I
want to join in the bathroom,

excuse me-
- Werther. Werther.

Werther.
- I am trying,

the only person I wanna join
in the bathroom is, excuse me.

- Werther. Wer-
- I. Oh!

- You're avoiding conversation.

This is textbook
situational avoidance.

- Oh, her? Me?

No, no. Not what you're-

- Every time there's
something about you.

- Honestly, honestly,
not what you're thinking.

I just, I'm just-
- Stop, stop, stop.

No, Werther.
- Put this here.

No, no, no.
- I'm gonna leave this here.

- No, no. Werther!

Gosh, Werther.
- No, just-

- Look, I am sure that you have
no idea how serious this is,

but I am not about to risk
getting disbarred because of-

- I'm just gonna leave-
- Whatever it is

that you have in your hand.
- And then we'll talk

about it together.

Trust me. Trust me.

Trust me.

Hey, Charlotte.

- Hello Werther.

- Yeah, I mean, you
replied right away.

- What do you-
- Oh, I know.

After you didn't
reply to my email,

I thought maybe my
job wasn't good enough

and paralegal's not make
enough money, is that it?

- What are you talking about?

- I got a job to provide
for you, and for Sissy,

and the, the other ones, yeah.

- Do you not know
my siblings' names?

- It was like a 100, I dunno.

No, you're right.
- Wait, what do you,

what do you mean provide for us?

- Say you choose me.

- I'm sorry.
- You know, you-

- I'm sorry if I ever gave
you the impression that-

- You kissed me
and don't tell me

you haven't been reliving
it, thinking about it.

It never feels this
way, but it did.

It did this time and I.

You know what your
life is gonna be?

You alone in that house
waiting for Albert

to get home from work, and when
he does get home from work,

waiting for him to finish work,
which he won't ever finish.

I love you.

I love you but you are gonna
wither away while you wait

and hope for him to change.

He's gonna disappoint you.

He's gonna continue
disappointing you

because he's not your dad.

- You're an asshole.

Leave.
- The party?

- The city.

- But I live here.

I work here, I've taken
up permanent residence.

And besides the only way
that I would ever leave

is if I thought
you hated my face.

You never thought we
had any fun together.

You didn't once think
that we might have

an incredibly amazing
future together?

- We never had any fun together.

You're juvenile and
you're pretentious.

I only humored you
because I was bored.

Of course, we wouldn't have
a future of any sort together

because I've already
chosen my future,

and it's 10 times the man
you are in every respect.

Not only do I hate your face,

I hate the look it
gets when you think

you've said something clever.

Your provincial attempts at
wit probably charm the mother

who pays your way and the
girls back in Westmount.

So if you care about your ego

as much as we both know you do,

I don't see any reason for
you not to return to Montreal

and have it stroked
by someone else.

- Were you guys in
the washroom together?

- No I was with Werther.

Albert just happened
to be in there peeing.

You were with Werther?

- Yeah, he said he was
- No.

- physically lonely
and that hypothetically

would be comforting to hook up.

- No. Hey!
- I was calling him out on it.

- Context, this is not-
- Albert, is it true?

- Yeah, I mean, I saw them
in the bathroom together.

- So you love me?

- Werther.

Is this the girl you've been
stepping without a condom?

- No. No. What was sort of I-
- Excuse me.

- God, I hate condoms.

- Everybody does.

- What, where did you get that?

Uh.
- Oh, well, well, I,

well, I figured since
Blochstein, Letcher and Wormdon

is a firm that clearly
doesn't have any morals,

it couldn't be that unethical
to let the defense know

that our client has done
this apartment alimony scam

with three other women, so.

- Oh, you are so fired.

- Rightly with the "W?"

Wanna make sure I
spell it correctly

on my note to the bar?

- Leave Albert alone, he,
he wouldn't even look at it.

He, he, he didn't look at it.

- Oh, but he knows
now, doesn't he?

- Have to mention that
for presiding judge?

I wonder how that
will affect the suit.

- Oh, I-
- I never want to see you again.

- Yeah. Hello.

What?

Hmm?

I was only trying to.

- Okay, I know you're right.

Or whatever.

It's over.

Oh, I should apologize?

Me?

I'm pretty sure that,

I should,

I should

apologize.

Melanie. Don't hang up.

I need to find them.

I need to apologize face
to face and then I will,

I will be out of
their lives forever.

Why? Why should you?

Arguably, you sort of owe me
for your mis-characterization

of my intention that
the gala, but no,

but if you are truly
Charlotte's friend,

don't you want her to have the,

the emotional closure
that only a sober,

truly heartfelt
apology can provide?

At their country home?

Yeah. Thank you.

- Huh?

Of course.

- Came to apologize.

Is Albert around?

It's actually for him too.

And I don't mean to oversell,

but it's gonna be
fairly magnanimous.

- Albert can go to hell.

Trial's on hold, which
means the honeymoon,

which was already
postponed, is also on hold.

Client's the priority, right?

When he suggested
coming up here,

I thought he actually
wanted to spend some time

alone with me, but no.

- Why else?

- Hunting in the park
with Mr. Johannssen,

discussing next
steps, same old shit.

Drink?

- You're kind of the
worst jerk, you know?

But if we were a thing,

you'd always put me
first, wouldn't you?

- I think I would, Mrs.
Wrightly.

But when I think about us

and I think about

what it would be.

I don't think I'm a husband,

or a father, you know?

Breadwinner or-
- Who says you have to be.

- But the way Albert loves you,

he's a better person than me.

He cares about you, he
cares about other people.

- Shh.

Do you love me?

- No, he loves you too.

More, better.

- You treat me better.

- For now, but I'm selfish,

stupid.

Super shit on so many things.

I'm like the anti-Albert.

- You're a good person.

- Thank you.

You wanted the trial
to be over, didn't you?

For me?

- Yeah, um.

- Which bit is it at?

- "Don't tell me I'm
not sensitive to beauty.

That's my achilles heel.

And don't you forget it.

To me, everything is beautiful.

Show me a pink
sunset and I'm limp.

By God, anything, Peter Pan.

Oh my God, damn puddle of tears.

You have the gall
to tell me I am-

- So soft.

- I'll just be a second.

- Albert!

Albert!

Albert!

Albert!

- Sh!

- I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.

I'm, I'm the worst.
I'm the worst.

I know you're here
with Mr. Johannssen, man.

How is he?

Where is he?

- He didn't feel like coming.

- But you told Charlotte.

- Well, I wanted some time alone

so that I could picture your
face on the side of this stag.

- Funny.

Wait, are you actually
picturing my face

as a hunting target?

What's the difference
between this and a shotgun?

Oh!

- Geez, I,

what the hell are you doing?

- I think
- Give me that!

- I thought there was a,

- I thought there was a safety.

Are you drunk?

- I'm like high school drunk.
- Oh my God.

At first you do
irreparable damage

to a case I've been
working on for two years.

And now you show up here
drunk, scare away my deer.

- You are more concerned
about your deer

and your stupid case than
you are about Charlotte.

- I'm going to
find another blind.

- Albert.

Albert!

Albert. We need closure!

- I don't need anything.

- You do, or at least I do.

Please.

You know, textbook
situational avoidance.

You know, you are literally
running away from your problems.

Albert!

Albert!

Albert!

- Werther!

Werther!

Werther!

- Ow.
- Werther.

- I've been shot.

- There's something
very wrong with you.

- Yeah, well, I needed
to talk with you.

Now we're talking.

Well, in retrospect,
this was a terrible idea.

- You barely
even shot yourself.

- It was scary.
- It was stupid.

- The thought was stupid.

Oh God, it really hurts.

- Good.
- Ow! Geez.

It's not very nice.

- Yeah?

Says the guy pursuing my wife.

- And I ruined your
big court case,

and I scared away your deer.

- You are easily one of the
strangest people I've ever met.

- You were one of the
best people I've ever met.

I mean, I love Charlotte.

I love her.

And you knew that, you know it.

You were still kind to me,

and you should have
punched me in the nose

a minimum of three times by now.

- You're a very interesting guy

that's why I was
very fond of you, so.

- No, see Albert,

this is what I need
to talk to you about.

Yeah, I think you should
know that I have made out

with Charlotte twice,
and I'm pretty sure

we almost just had
sex in your bed.

Except she was too drunk,
and I had an epiphany.

So clean slate.

- What?

- You can't let someone like me

weasel my way in there with her?

unless you spend time with her

and make her feel like you care

and do fun things with her,

she will find herself
another Werther.

- I'm pretty sure there's
not another Werther.

- Well, you know what I mean?
He won't be as handsome and

charming, but he will be there

when you are not.

And don't get me wrong, she's,

she's good.

She's an angel and
she will hate herself

if she cheats on you.

Really like sending an innocent
Kansas farm boy to war.

He comes back changed

in this really weird
and depressing way.

You won't recognize her.

I won't recognize her.

I guess what I'm saying
is don't turn Charlotte

into a war stained
Kansas farm boy, Albert.

But this tree smells weird.

- It's a linden
tree, it's an oak.

Smells like cum.

- Yes it does.

- Okay.

Oh, Jesus.

You're hitting a man with a
debilitating gut drop move.

- Don't worry, I'm
gonna call 911.

Oh!

Ow, ow, ow.

Ow.

Hi Paul.

It's Werther.

Sitting under a linden tree.

Just a type of oak apparently,

kind of smells like
lukewarm ejaculate .

Hi Charlotte. It's Werther.

I know it's been a while. I
wanted to call and make sure

you received your
birthday gift,

which reminds me, I'm sorry
I took back the Dia Viari ,

but it wasn't
really mine to give.

You might be glad to know that
since my mother got it back,

she and her sister have
made up.

In fact, my mom and dad and
aunt and uncle Blochstein

are all going to the Kentucky
Derby together this year

to wear anachronistic hats
and get shitfaced on juleps.

Paul's well too.

He's been practicing
mindful yoga and-

Sorry, your voicemail
got cut off.

Anyway, I sent you
a copy of my memoir.

It's kind of shallow
and self-indulgent,

and my publisher made
me make the ending

a little more dramatic,
sort of "Romeo and Juliet."

If I can't have her then
I can't go on thing.

But I'd love to
hear what you think.

I apologize in advance if the
sex scene seemed gratuitous.

But tasteful for the most part.

And there are only
six of them, I think ,

unless you count the chapter
with the topless handjob

at the sample sale,
which I don't.

Anyway, I,

I think about you
and Albert often,

and I wonder how you doing.

- You ready?
- Mm.

- Let's go.

- Call me
some time, will you?