text/(United States) Mark Andrews
Translated/Wang Junhua
fade in: The
alarm clock rings above the blanking subtitles. At the same time, we heard someone coughing sputum vigorously. At this time, there was a slight collision, the cough and the alarm clock stopped suddenly.
Exterior view George's beach hut The morning
hut is narrow, peeling paint and dirty; it is located at the end of a coastal alley, surrounded by four majestic post-modern buildings, this alley is still a dead end.
Interior view of George's beach cabin bedroom. In the morning,
George Nelson, 42 years old, squinted and trembled; the morning dappled sunlight and sea breeze poured into the open window. The violent waves hit the cliff outside the bedroom. A neat stack of hand-planed wooden beams was stacked in a 5-foot-wide pyramid, leaving almost no place for feet in the room. George stood shirtless in his underwear, and he started coughing again. He stepped over a pile of tools and stood in front of the window, facing the sea. At this time, the song I listened to by Gast sang: "What are you looking forward to?"; the opening lyrics are: "Wake up and not sleep, everything is boring. I can see it with all my eyes, and continue the same way..."
Exterior view of the Weber's house
This post-modern house in the morning has three floors, a glass and concrete structure.
Interior view of Sam Weber's bedroom Morning
Sam, 16 years old, has big nail-like black hair, a nose ring, a pair of earrings, and black nails. The singing of the previous scene continued: "...sweeping the bed, drew the curtains, and covered his head to get drunk." Sam looked confused, he crawled out of the bed, writhing on the dressing table, and found a prescription for anesthesia. The empty bottle of medicine; he threw the bottle away and walked to the table again, on the table was an unfinished semi-finished model of a house. He squeezed the glue into a plastic bag and sucked it hard. Sam walked into the closet, pulled out a uniform tie from a pile of dirty clothes; tied the tie around the bar in the closet again, and twisted it to form a noose. He stretched his neck into the noose and bends down; although we don't know the movement of his lower body, we can tell from his cramping arms that he is masturbating.
Exterior view of Baker’s beachfront apartment Morning
Colin Baker, George’s next door neighbor, nearly 40 years old, blond and charming. She walked out of the angular concrete apartment, picked up the newspaper, and walked back.
Interior view of Baker's kitchen.
This is a mini kitchen in the morning , with air-vented concrete walls and stainless steel cabinets.
Colin put the newspaper on the table and walked to the sink to wash his hands. The singing continued: "...If you don't want to listen to this serenade I sing, you have to chant it to yourself..." Colin seemed distraught for a while. She walked to the balcony with her wet hands, then ran back like lightning, and rushed into the kitchen resolutely.
Interior view of Alyssa Baker's bathroom. In the morning,
Alyssa, 16 years old, is very healthy, with bright red hair like a strawberry and bright eyes; she is poking her head out of the bathroom window. At this moment Colin rushed in, pushed Alyssa aside, and also put her head out of the open window high up —
Colin: It's ridiculous!
We don't know what they saw, but outside the window, almost out of sight, a puddle shot out from the bedroom of George Nelson's beach hut and fell into the vast Pacific Ocean about 20 feet below. I stopped urinating. When Colin drew his head back, he slammed it "bang".
Interior view of the upstairs corridor of Webb's house. In the morning
Robin Webb, George's ex-wife, 40 years old, is still charming. She drove two children, Ryan (8 years old) and Adam (7 years old) down the stairs.
Robin: Go downstairs and give Dad a hug.
Ryan: Why?
Robin: He is going to celebrate his birthday.
Adam: He's gone, shall we celebrate for him?
Robin stopped and knocked on the door of a bedroom -
Robin: I hope you take a shower and get ready for school!
A loud noise caused Ryan and Adam to stop at the top of the stairs.
Interior view of Sam's room
Robin rushed in in the morning and looked around the rooms looking for her son.
Robin: Sam? !
Interior view of Sam Webb’s closet. In the morning
, the bars and long rows of clothes in the closet have been knocked down by Sam’s dangerous masturbation methods; he is sitting on the floor, his uniform tie still around his neck, and a lot of shirts. By your side. The singing continued: "...Come out, come out, no matter where you are, you can do it from scratch everywhere, what you hope will not come true, you are not surprised to fall in love, right?"
Robin stopped at the door, trying his best to do it. Understand why her son is sitting in his own pile of clothes. Ryan and Adam are also standing beside her, looking equally at a loss.
Location George Nelson’s house is located on the coastal side street in the morning,
George’s dog Gast, peeing on the grass of contemporary robber capitalist David Dukaus, and David Dukaus walked out of the house with a briefcase in his hand. He jumped into his Mercedes with one foot, drove after Gast, and ran straight across his well-manicured lawn. Gast escaped without much effort and ran away. George walked out of his cabin, David's car bumped to the side of the road, avoided George, and drove away. George waved his hand——
George: It’s none of your business! Happy day. (Looks around) Gast!
Just ran over to him, and then Colin rushed out of her house ---
Colin: There should be a boss!
George: He ran away. He went back to the house.
Colin: It clearly exposed you in front of my 16-year-old daughter... Doesn't it give you some kind of improper pleasure?
George: I'm exposing... and not looking at your window.
Colin: George, this is the third time.
George: The plumber is not here on Friday.
Colin: You have to explain clearly to the police.
George: You are the only neighbor I can tolerate.
Colin: I warn you.
George: My life is a warning. I just don't understand why.
Colin couldn't stand George's direct stare, and winced; he finally turned around and walked towards the house, but after a pause, he turned around again---
George (continued): Colin, how far can your head stick out of the window to see me... hard enough, isn't it?
Colin was stunned for a moment--it was really difficult. George walked back to his house, locked Gast inside, then he got into an old Ford truck and drove away. Colin watched him drive away, then turned back to her house, looking blank.
Interior view of Webb’s restaurant Morning
Peter Webb, Robin’s husband, a man with solemn demeanor and serious expression, with silver hair and an expensive suit. Maid Lois, brings French toast to Ryan and Adam. Robin was sipping tea.
Adam: Sam broke the closet.
Peter glanced at Robin, and Robin shrugged.
Robin: I don't have a clue at all. I hope you talk to him. He needs a man.
Peter: His father is a man.
Robin: A man he respects.
Sam walked into the room from the corridor, dressed in black and a pair of booties.
Sam: Thanks for talking about me behind my back...useful in court.
Peter: Have you put on eyeshadow?
Adam, Ryan and Robin studied the eyeshadow carefully.
Sam: No.
Peter: Wipe it off.
Sam blinked his eyelids, dismissing his stepfather.
Peter (continued): Wipe it off now!
Sam: If I walk out of this door, who will stay here tonight?
Peter hesitated for a second.
Sam (continued): Good voyage.
Sam walked out the door, eyeshadow still on his eyelids.
Ryan: Homosexuality.
Robin: What did you say?
Ryan: Dad said it first.
Robin stared at Peter, Peter just shrugged. Adam stood up, walked over, and embraced his father.
Adam: I prepared a chocolate cake for your birthday.
Peter: Have you washed your hands?
Adam quickly returned to his seat from his father's side and licked his finger.
In the morning,
George's head was leaning against the window glass of the car bound for downtown Los Angeles, staring at the ugly and messy scenery outside the window. A great pain made his face tense; he put his hand against his stomach and closed his eyes.
Location Huchi Beach High School In the morning,
Sam was alone behind the parking lot, sitting on the hood of a tattered Saab, smoking. At this time, two 17-year-old boys, Josh and Marek, stopped a Porsche, and Alyssa Baker (the girl next door peeking at George) and another girl crawled out of the back seat.
Marek: Playboy, he's so handsome.
Sam just nodded, letting Marek and the other girl laugh at his black robe, earrings and eyeshadow.
Alyssa: I saw your father this morning.
Sam threw away the cigarette, crushed it with his feet, and stood up; Alyssa waved away, and Sam was beaming.
Josh: Still thinking?
Sam: No.
Marek: Forget about him!
Josh: Two hours a week, 300 yuan. Throughout the summer vacation. Do the math. (Sarcastically) Do they think it is a small passenger car or a big station wagon? , It's not yours anyway, is it?
Josh shrugged his eyebrows, smiled and walked away. Sam faced the saber car and kicked the bumper lifelessly. Suddenly, a boy (Corey) jumped up from the back seat of the Sabo car———
Corey: I fell asleep completely, buddy!
Interior view of high-rise buildings in downtown Los Angeles in the morning
Benson-Fernsieber Architects occupies the entire 40th floor; George Nelson is their only model sculptor. Unlike ordinary offices, most of the space here is open, only partitioned by some lightweight low walls. Along the outer wall, under a long window, there is a shelf full of amazingly complex architectural models. George stayed alone in his own cubicle, cutting the plastic board with an electric saw. Steven Gardner quickly rounded the corner, shocking George.
Steven: It's over... is it almost over?
George: I am making grass on the lawn.
Steven: Fuck the grass. What? Who said you let you do the grass?
Steven went out as quickly as he had come in, but as soon as George turned back to work, Steven suddenly got his head ---
Steven (continued): Burke has taken down Berliner Platz. Did he tell you?
George: I plan to start on Monday.
Steven: He likes computer-designed models. Anyway, you have been working on it for too long. (Pause) After cutting the grass, would you mind taking the house to my office? I will make a statement.
George just stared at Steven, and Steven nodded and left. Sam was alone at
lunchtime in the high school cafeteria
, closed his eyes and listened to music with headphones. Alyssa stopped and stared at him; she carefully looked at him from head to toe. A friend passed by, and Alyssa was a little at a loss.
Friend: I will not become addicted.
Alyssa: Hmm.
The friend walked away; after a while, Alyssa also walked away.
At the top of the exterior world park in the evening
, the setting sun is sinking, and the sky is dyed a dazzling orange red. A RANGE ROVER, whose window glass has been tightly shielded, parked behind a Porsche. "The Twilight Stained Glass Window" sang by Pansy Division, the rhythm is getting faster and faster, starting with: "The bed is the best/but all we have is this back seat/The twilight stained glass window is amazing."
Through the front windshield, we can see Marek sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.
Another scene
is Josh, Marek's friend, sitting on a bench in the park behind the car. The singing continued: "The dark place / in the deserted parking lot / the stained glass windows in the twilight."
Suddenly, the Land Rover's door opened and Marek crawled out. He combed his hair with both hands and checked the zipper of his pants casually. He closed the door, and Land Rover slipped away. Josh walked towards Marek, without a word, they climbed into the Porsche and drove away.
Location George Nelson's beach hut George was shirtless
in the front yard during the day , using a plane to plan a 20-foot beam. He pushed the plane long and hard, and a thin piece of shavings fell to the ground; Gast grabbed it and started chewing.
George: You will pull out wooden shit prongs, if you keep eating wood.
Gast seemed indifferent, still waiting for new shavings.
Alyssa (outside the picture): Hi, Mr. Nelson.
George glanced quickly and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Alyssa walked towards him. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a T-shirt.
Alyssa (continued): I'm sorry I caused you trouble.
George: I can't die.
George continued to work. Just ate the shavings. Alyssa pondered to say something else---
Alyssa: Does Sam have friends?
George stopped and looked up; he didn't know how to answer ---
George: He must have.
Alyssa: He looks lonely.
George: Are you his friend?
Alyssa: No.
George: Why?
Alyssa: Marilyn Manson... I guess he has become gay. I hate nose rings. The blue eyeshadow is really not working.
George was completely confused and didn't know much about most of the answers, but before he had time to ask her, a police car came to a "quack" stop; Officer Kurt Walker got out of the car ---
Kurt: I'm already I have seen the list.
Officer Walker took out a pad from his pocket and rummaged through it.
Alyssa: This street whispers all day long.
Kurt: From Tuesday to yesterday, excluding Monday or today. Hmm... Mrs. Dukas rolled her grass over and over again and again. The Corriss complained that the rats running around their house belonged to your house... the house was making trouble.
Alyssa: You said it was my house that caused trouble, and I also said it was caused by UFO!
Officer Walker looked at Alyssa—
Kurt: Of course, Baker’s, there is...
Alyssa: Just a toy water gun.
Kurt (to George): You were pretty good this week.
George: You forgot about David Dukas, Tom and Barbara.
Kurt tucked his scratchpad back into his pocket.
Kurt: Mr. Dukaus asked Gast to be in charge. I am here for another thing. (Pointing to the plane) Do you mind?
George handed him the plane, and Kurt began to plan the wood.
Alyssa: Are you two friends?
Kurt: We met in middle school.
Alyssa: I mean, but you two go camping together on the weekend? Listen to music together? Masturbate together? Talking on the phone?
George didn't answer, and Kurt continued to work.
Kurt: Playing rabbits in the mountains.
Alyssa stared at George, disappointed.
George: I am ambitious.
Kurt: We don't switch too much, I think. I have no idea. (Carelessly; to George) I like your father more than you.
Alyssa: I won't want you to be a friend.
Kurt: George almost never... had any ambitions. Don't even want to hit rabbits. I know what you did, by the way. That's why I don't fight with you anymore. You are boring. It always seemed to be frightened, taciturn and bored.
Kurt started to sweat, and he gave Gast the shavings planed from the wooden beam.
Alyssa: It's strange how he became an architect, and you are just a big mouth policeman.
Kurt: He builds models for architects. His father, after all, is true. Designed and built the coolest house I have ever seen.
George: Bankrupt. died. I was under 20 years old at that time.
Kurt: I left this house for you.
George: Write my name on the deed and he will have it forever. He deprived everyone of the opportunity to own this house because he gave me the title of homeowner.
Kurt: Do you know how much it cost me to own this? Forget how I got it! I can't stand the squalor of this city. I live in Riverside. Damn, you pee into the sea.
Kurt stopped his work and walked back ---
Kurt (continued): Your son went to Diver's Cover again to fool around and smoke marijuana. I didn't write him... Tell him I didn't tell you.
George: Thanks for telling me.
Kurt: At least your dad tried it, George.
Kurt walked to the car and drove away. For a moment, Alyssa was embarrassed. George left Alyssa and Gast behind and walked into his house.
Interior view of the Weber’s kitchen In the afternoon,
Robin was sitting on the kitchen counter, cutting carrots; through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see Ryan and Adam, as well as a few children, playing in the swimming pool.
George (outside the painting): I can be anyone.
Robin shivered, and half a carrot rolled onto the floor.
Robin: Then why are you still you?
George picked up the carrots and washed them in the sink.
George: You should lock the door.
Robin: Ring the doorbell before pushing the door.
Robin was about to chop up carrots, and George "screamed" and took a big bite.
Robin (continued): Sam called to tell you that this weekend is not going to go by?
George: You let him pierce his nose?
Robin grabbed the carrot from George and chopped it.
Robin: Lock the door behind you.
George: Where is he?
Robin: Where is he always.
George took Robin's hand and removed the knife.
George: It's not that I don't trust you.
George let go, Robin clenched tightly; he seemed surprised that she clasped his wrist. Robin's eyes were full of tears.
George (continued): I should knock on the door.
George obviously felt uncomfortable with his ex-wife holding his hand tightly in tears.
Robin: How can a mother not tolerate her son?
George broke free of her hand abruptly.
George: I don't know.
In the corridor upstairs of Webb's house,
George walked nervously to Sam's door in the afternoon and knocked on the door ---
George: Why don't you come for the weekend? (Pause) Sam? !
Nothing happened. George pushed the door-it was locked.
He turned back and walked down the corridor.
Interior view
Outside the kitchen of Weber's house in the afternoon , children are playing a game of Marco Polo noisily. Robin was standing by the sink; she pulled her hair back with one hand and squirted water on her face with the other. George walked outside and brought a ladder. Ryan was the first to notice George
in the backyard of Webb's house in the afternoon
.
Adam: Marco!
Ryan: What are you doing?
Adam: I didn't lie! I didn't peek!
Robin wiped his face with a towel and rushed out.
Robin: What are you doing?
George: He won't open the door.
The children stopped to play; Adam opened his eyes.
Robin: He never opens the door.
George: Why is there a lock on his door?
Robin: Because he added the lock! Do you think I told him to wear a nose ring? ! Why do you ask me all the things you should ask him about? I don’t know, don’t know anything, never know!
The children lay on the side of the swimming pool, watching George leaning against the wall to build a ladder and climb up.
Robin (continued): You climb up and tell him what to do and not to do. Take him through the summer vacation, okay? Discipline him more. Cut his hair. Make him smile. Let him hate you for a while! (Sadly) You are too late to be manly, George.
George stepped over the railing with one leg and jumped into the bedroom balcony. He looked into the room laboriously through the glass sliding door, trying to unlock the lock; he moved the screen to the small open window and crawled in.
Interior view of Sam's room In the afternoon,
Sam was asleep on the bed in underwear and wearing headphones. There is a glue spray can on the floor. George picked up the jar and threw it in the garbage. He looked back at his son, nose ring, earrings, blue eyeshadow, thin, white body. Sam slept soundly. George gently removed the earphones from his son's head; dull music blasted violently from the small loudspeakers.
George: You need every brain cell of yours.
The knock on the door instead of his father's voice awakens Sam from his deep sleep.
Sam (half asleep and half awake): Leave me alone!
Sam rolled over and lay on his side, his eyes still closed. George opened the door; Robin was weak and teary.
Robin: I don't know what to do, I don't know at all. Take him away. You take him away. (Hostilely) You are such a good father.
George walked out of the room, bypassed Robin, said nothing, and went downstairs. Sam was awakened by the voice, sat up, and faced his mother——-
Sam: What are you doing in my room?
Robin: I didn't enter your room.
Sam: I locked the door! Get out! I locked the door! Get out!
In the corridor upstairs of Webb's house
Robin grabbed the door in the afternoon and quickly closed it, but did not move.
Sam (outside the picture): Stupid bitch! you are lying! I locked the door! I never sneak a peek at your room! you are lying!
Interior view of Sam's room
Sam rushed to the window in the afternoon and looked down at the screen and ladder. Ryan, Adam and their friends are still in the swimming pool, leaning on the edge of the pool, looking at Sam. Sam closed the window with a "slam", looking for the glue spray can. He knelt down and looked under the bed. Standing up, he went around the room again. Saw the jar buried in the trash. He suddenly became angry and furious at the closed door.
Sam: This is my room! You have no right to come here! this is mine!
Interior view of the upstairs corridor of Weber's house In the afternoon,
Robin sat on the floor at the top of the stairs, staring blankly at the lobby of this modern house.
Sam (outside the painting): Why don't you all die and leave me alone!
In the morning
, downtown Los Angeles has heavy traffic and noisy traffic, and the sky is auburn. George struggled through the sidewalk crowded with freelancers and street beggars. Suddenly feeling sick, George rushed to a building and vomited.
Interior view of the Benson-Kidler-Fernsieber joint company In the morning,
George wiped the vomit off the cuff with a wet tissue, and walked through the pocket cubicle to a huge office that was also surrounded by partitions. A secretary stood up from the table with a smile and opened the door ---
Secretary: Good morning.
George:
Yes ... He held up the wet paper ball, but before he said "trash can," Brian Burke got up from behind the table.
Brian: George, sit down! Have some juice.
Interior Brian Burke's office
George walked in in the morning , and the secretary closed the office door. Brian stretched out his arm, but George could only hold the tissue.
George: It's a little uncomfortable.
Brian grabbed a trash can and held it up; George threw the tissue ball into the trash can and sat down.
Brian: Orange juice...bread?
Brian sat down and gestured with his hands.
George: I'm fine, thank you.
Brian: What's wrong with you?
George: Excuse me?
Brian: How many kilograms did you lose?
George: Oh... nothing. 30 pounds. I'm just not hungry.
Brian: How is your wife?
George: We divorced 10 years ago and she was very, very angry. (Pause) Now she is like an enemy.
Brian nodded, laughed, tearing off a large crescent-shaped bread, talking and chewing —
Brian: By the way...she is married...what does he do?
George: He buys and sells the world.
Brian: Peter Weber! correct. The guy was red and purple.
George: I told you. Didn't I tell you? Is it that I plan to start the Berlin model today?
Brian: Well, it's kind of...Are you really hungry?
Brian raised the remaining piece of bread and waited---
George shook his head to say "not hungry", Brian threw the bread into the trash can and leaned forward---
Brian (continued): Not me To be like this. (Pause) We can show our customers endless options and change any design scheme, which only takes a few hours on the computer. But you refuse to use a computer.
George: Typing, crackling words, typing out the perspective view, it goes against the original intention of why I built the model.
Brian: All of us type, we all type, George. The key is whether we want to or not.
George: I don't.
Brian: That's why one-quarter of our design can win the bid. It doesn't matter at all if you want what we don't have and don't want what we have.
George glanced around the office, exasperated by the thought that he was about to be fired.
George: I have been here for 20 years.
Brian: This may be too long.
George (hopefully): ... Maybe?
Brian: This is too long.
George stared at Brian and nodded constantly.
Brian (continued): Listen, they set a week's severance pay for a full year, but I raised it to 26 weeks. This is six months' salary, George. 6 months of medical expenses and all expenses. You can learn everything you need from a computer long ago. Maybe find a job closer to home.
Brian was a little flustered when George stared blankly. He picked up the orange juice glass, leaned back on the chair, sucked slowly, and kept looking at George.
George: My wife left me because I'm not... affectionate enough. I have been trying to explain that my father has sucked all the feelings from me. Come drunk, occasionally. Scared their children. Make them reluctant to show affection.
Brian knew what to say at this moment, but he just didn't seem to understand what to say---
Brian: Oh.
George: How old are you?
Brian: 40.
George: We may go to school together. Berkeley you went to?
Brian's face shined upon hearing the name of his alma mater.
Brian: The 86th! I don't know you and I are in the same class.
George: I'm in the second grade, when I received a call saying that my parents were dead.
This is not the conversation process Brian expected.
George (continued): My father's blood alcohol concentration is 18, which is a bit high. Directly hit an oncoming car. I killed my mother and himself, and the wife in another car, and injured her daughter. A 5 year old girl. I keep thinking about her.
Brian wants this conversation to end. He leaned forward and whispered ---
Brian: Listen... Maybe I can give you a year.
George: I hate this job.
Brian: What are you talking about? You love your job.
George: From when I went to work...that day to today. Can't stand it.
George stood up, Brian at a loss ---
Brian: Then it sounds like I did you a favor.
George: It sounds like that, but my reaction was out of fear. My life has nothing to do with what I like or dislike. You are not listening, are you?
Bryan: I don't know if there are any more questions, George.
George: Everything.
Bryan: Well, I feel better about it now.
George: Good. I hope so.
With a sigh of relief, without a hint of irony, Brian stood up and stretched out his hand. George shook Brian's hand without resentment---
George (continued): I want to ask you for a favor.
Brian: What can I do for you, George?
George: I built my first model here when I was 20. There are hundreds of models on the office shelves. 20 years of my life. I was wondering if I could pick a few to save and take home? As long as those are truly meaningful to me.
Brian is a bit vague about this---
Brian: Oh, uh... those are... I mean, we are not going to save our work. I may be able to ask for all, if you can pick one. But, you know, George frankly, you are the best. Computer models are less than one ten thousandth of the beauty of your model. They are part of the company. They give me inspiration. When I go there, sometimes I can't help but stare at something I designed. It surprised me. I will miss those models very much. (Pause) Look, I might offend a lot of people, but you go there, look carefully, each individual model, pick the one you like best, and take it away. Take it away from me first, just in case. You know... but I'm sure it is possible.
George: Thank you.
Brian: Well, this is the minimum thing I can do.
George: Yes, at least.
George nodded and left. Brian felt lost and felt guilty again.
Interior view of Benson-Kidler-Fernsieber United Company In the morning,
George bypassed the labyrinth of cubicles and returned to his own cubicle. He found an empty cardboard box and started packing up. Leaning against the wall, a row of huge shelves is filled with architectural design drawings. George pulled down a blueprint shaft, dragged it, and pulled off the wooden shaft. Without warning, with an unfathomable fury, he smashed a superbly crafted model with a bow left and right. There were constantly heads popping out of other cubicles, and George walked out of his own workshop, full of frightening anger, and methodically slammed the models resting on the shelves under the heavy tempered glass windows. , Through the thick tempered glass window, you can overlook the downtown area of Los Angeles. Steven Gardner, who once asked not to make lawns under the model of the house, rushed only a few steps away from George, and watched his creation instantly disintegrate into pieces of cardboard and plastic.
Steven: Virgin Mary! Don't smash my house!
George paused for a second and stared at Steven, but Steven ran away knowingly. George continued to destroy his works with crazy actions.
Exclamation: My God, please, please, no!
The request is immediately accompanied by a pitiful whine. George was so sweaty that he smashed the building models one by one; plastic walls or windows splashed around, and the office was in a mess, as if he had just been bombarded by war. Brian Burke's secretary approached him cautiously inch by inch.
Secretary: Hmm... Mr. Burke has something to tell you, George.
George put down the stick and turned his face at her——-
George: Oh...well.
Secretary: In his office. At your convenience.
George: Thank you.
Immediately, George completed what he had started just a few minutes ago: every model displayed on every shelf in the office was completely shattered, except for one intact. The workers were huddled together, deploring and chaotic. George picked up the only surviving model, held it cautiously, and walked into Brian Burke's office.
Interior view of Brian Burke's office In the morning,
Brian curled up behind his desk, and George walked in with the model in one hand and the long wooden stick in the other.
George: I want to take this one, if I can?
Brian tried to answer several times, and was speechless several times, only to nod frequently.
George (continued): Thank you for offending a lot of people and letting me pick one.
Brian nodded again, and George approached, leaned the stick on the desk, and stretched out his hand, Brian couldn't help sifting through the chaff.
George (continued): You are a great architect and a poor creature.
Brian cowered and stretched out his hand. They shook hands, and George grabbed the stick again.
Brian: Thank you.
George walked around the desk and slammed a model hidden on the floor—it was obvious that Brian was going to rescue it.
Brian (continued): Damn it!
George threw away the stick and walked out of the office. Brian boldly stood up.
Brian (continued): You don't even deserve to be an architect. You are a poor worm.
George turned around to answer ---
George: You are right. you win.
George closed the door behind him. Brian looked down at the remains of the model; he knelt on his knees and carefully picked up the fragments.
In the morning in downtown Los Angeles,
George was sweating. One arm was holding a cardboard box containing his personal belongings, and the other arm was holding his model. He was dizzy, he paused for a moment, trying to settle down, look over here, look over there, then staggered back, leaning against the building wall. Sweat beads dripped from his nose and chin, and at this time the Beatles (The Beatles) sang "Across the Universe" sounded. George put down the paper box, but when he closed his eyes, he pressed the model to his chest.
Singing: "The pool of sorrow, the tide of joy, wash my open chest, occupy them, caress me..."
George fell headlessly on the concrete floor, and the model was crushed under his body.
The montage of the song continues—
George was checked and prodded by doctors with medical equipment and probes one after another. B-ultrasound, then CT scan, then MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging)... it's endless.
A hose slid into George's throat, and the colored liquid used for contrast injection was ejected into his body. The singing continued: "The laughter one after another, the depth of life, resounded through my open vision, stimulating them, and charming me..."
A blunt needle was pushed into George's waist for a biopsy of the pancreas. X-ray fluoroscopy. Photos under strong light. The doctors are studying the spots and lesions on the photos.
Finally, they operated on George. The almost bloodless skin, muscle and fat were cut open to reveal death. The singing continued: "Infinite undead love, like a million suns shining on me, beckoning me to move forward across the universe..."
George pushed through the corridor from the gurney and pushed him to the critical care unit. The singing continued: "Nothing can change my world, nothing can change my world..." In the
evening,
George tried to stand up in the ward of the Interior Hospital , but fell down. He closed his eyes, opened his eyes, and closed his eyes again.
A woman's voice (outside the painting): Does it still hurt?
George opened his eyes again. An attractive nurse came in with a plate of food.
George (continued): I should kiss you.
The nurse smiled and lifted the lid on the dinner.
George (continued): Don't eat. I don't hurt.
She raised George's bed.
George (continued): What would you do if you could live for 3 to 4 months?
The nurse glanced at another patient in the ward, who was sleeping, and then answered in a gentle voice.
Nurse: I will eat a lot of red meat (Note 1).
George: You are really good.
The nurse smiled and sat on the side of the bed.
She filled a spoonful of corn soup and brought it to George's mouth; he accepted the kindness, chewed and swallowed.
Nurse: What will you do?
George: I want to build a house.
George drank another spoonful of soup.
Nurse: What kind of house is it like?
George: Do you know what a mortise and tenon are?
The nurse shook her head and said "don't know."
George (continued): All the parts are ready. It's like a jigsaw puzzle... Everything is falling apart now, waiting to be spliced. I have passed the design and review... Planning Committee, City Council.
She fed George a teaspoon of soup again.
Nurse: No one really said that you can only live for 4 months, right?
George: Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. They don't even pretend to provide treatment. Tell me, when did you start eating red meat?
Nurse: Can you build a house in 4 months?
George: If I don't try, I will die.
The nurse put her hand on George's face for a while---
Nurse: You are really good.
George: I haven't been touched in years.
The sudden warning caused the nurse to move her hand away and stand a little further away from George.
Nurse: I'm sorry. I don't know how this happened.
George: Shake hands, or you know, someone pats you on the back through your clothes. The doctor is the one who has to touch you. But it's not someone who wants to touch you.
Nurse: No. Friend...your mother? Everyone will be touched by the one they love.
George: Isn't that strange? I mean, after the divorce, I also dated occasionally. 4 years or 5 years, 6 years. I know that when my son was a kid... maybe he was 10 or 11 years old, he would run over and put his arms around my neck.
George stopped suddenly and fell into memory. The nurse checked the door and walked back to George; she combed his hair with both hands, then rubbed his ears with her fingers, and finally pressed her two thumbs to his lips.
Nurse: Oh my goodness, I'm married.
Feeling guilty, she fled the room but woke up another patient.
Patient: I'm hungry.
George: I was touched.
Location San Juan Capistrano (SAN JUN CAPISTRANO) train station in the afternoon
George sat resting on a bench, his eyes closed, his cardboard box and model fragments lay beside him. A black Range Rover honked its horn and stopped. George stood up, packed his things, Robin got out of the car —
Robin (screaming): I'm looking for you everywhere, calling everywhere! you disappeared! You are probably dead!
George: Thank you for waking me up. Let me take a ride. Your voice is so loud today.
Robin: You are not at all considerate! Cold-blooded animals!
George: You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.
Robin was stunned, confused by these words——
Robin: What?
George: I'm not just talking about physical beauty. Even your anger is perfect.
Robin got into the car and slammed the door shut.
In the afternoon, Robin’s Land Rover,
George put the cardboard box on the back seat and climbed into the front seat. Robin starts the car. He closed the car door. She turned on a red taillight.
George: I don't think you should know that I am missing.
Robin: Do you think the people in your office didn't call to tell me that you destroyed the entire building and threatened everyone with a baseball bat? !
George: A design drawing axis.
Robin: Where have you been this week? !
George: 4 days. I have to leave, think about it.
Robin: Who did you give your dog to?
George: Kurt feed him.
Robin: But, can't you call me when you think?
George: I don't want to fight. Alas, I'm sorry, I don't want to call you, when I think...I...
George raised his eyebrows, hoping that Robin would give in a little. She glanced at him, but made no compromises.
George (continued): I need to talk to you.
Robin: Why did they tow your truck?
George: I parked in the day parking lot.
Robin: Why did you call me?
George: I plan to tear down the hut and build my house.
Robin: You have been talking about this for 20 years. You said that when we were dating.
George: Nothing can stop me anymore.
Robin: Where's the money?
George: Severance pay. And I plan to honor my life insurance policy.
Robin: How many years have I lived with your beams and your planks? First in the garage, then in the living room. "We are going to do it, Robin. Next year. Next year." Floor salvaged from a house in Pasadena. Door panels rescued from a church in New Hampshire.
George: I love those door panels.
Robin: Where are you going to live?
George: The garage.
Robin: Look, I'm not serious about asking you to take Sam, so you don't have to move out and start a construction project.
George: When is the school closed?
Robin: Friday...Oh my god, I get panicked when I think of him staying at home all day.
George: I will pick him up on Saturday.
Robin: He never wants to spend the weekend with you again.
George: It's not a weekend. It's a summer vacation.
Robin got a cold air in his nose -
Robin: You and Sam plan to live in a garage without plumbing all summer?
George: Pipes are installed in the garage. I will install a toilet. We can deal with it.
Robin: Thank you for sounding sincere at least.
George: Sounds like? I need help. He is a cheap labor.
Robin: One of you will be exhausted.
George: At least we will have a house to prove our efforts.
Robin: Forgot about it, really. I can handle it.
George: I want him to be with me.
Robin: No, you don't. Believe me.
George put his hand on her neck.
George: I want Sam to stay with me all summer.
Robin frowned and glanced at George. After a while, she answered ---
Robin: Okay.
George put his hand on Robin's cheek for a while, like a nurse put his hand on his face. Robin turned his head and bit his finger.
George: Hi, hi!
Robin: I am married.
George nodded, pretending to rub his fingers.
In the afternoon in the high school corridor,
Sam walked with Corey. Corey was slender and sturdy, his voice was thin, and his face was pale. He has a red nose.
Corey: All summer, buddy. Go to Lake Tahoe (Note 2) to play.
Sam: I don't know.
Corey: It's just that my pesky brother is coming over the weekend. All we have to do is to polish the cabin with sand and paint it. Buddy. (Bringing bragging) My dad promised me to use a boat, and my little fairy promised to let me...With money, I don't have to worry about women not getting the bait.
Sam: Let me ask.
Corey: Hi, it's much better than letting people in the city have oral sex with you all summer.
Sam stopped, and Corey also stopped. Sam looked around and made sure no one was eavesdropping.
Sam: I didn't say anything. I did nothing.
Corey: I know what trading is. Josh is a pimp. I'm not stupid.
Sam: I don't understand what trading is. No fucking deal.
Sam walked away, annoyed that Corey knew what the deal was.
Location George's cabin
George was shirtless in the morning , and the scar on his upper abdomen was still very eye-catching; he dragged the mattress into the garage. Alyssa walked from her room to the garage to take a peek.
Interior view of George's garage.
George was making the bed in the morning , and it was not very good because Gast was lying on the bed curled up. This garage, which can only accommodate one car, has concrete walls and concrete floors, but it is stained.
Alyssa: Hi, Mr. Nelson.
George walked away from the bed, slightly flustered by Alyssa's sudden appearance.
George: Alyssa.
Alyssa: Why did you put a toilet and a bed in your garage.
George: I want to live here in order to build another house.
Alyssa: Is it legal?
Alyssa sat on the bed leaning on Gast, making the mattress vibrate up and down. George walked back again——
George: Don't you go to school?
Alyssa: No.
Alyssa lay down on the bed and lifted the sheet to her nose.
Alyssa (continued): Are the sheets clean?
George was alert. Just licked Alyssa's ear.
George: What's the date today?
Alyssa: Monday.
George struck his head with his hands and started searching all over the room.
George: My key.
Alyssa: What is this?
Alyssa stretched out her arm and slid a finger down on his scar.
George: Nothing. I'm hurting myself.
George patted his pocket--
George (continued): I remember putting it in the pocket...
Alyssa: I'm not going to shave my legs or armpits this summer. I made a decision.
George opened the desk and closet drawers, not paying attention to Alyssa. She lifted her leg and stroked the fine hair of skin with her hand.
Alyssa (continued): Paula Cole is not the best kissing.
George got the key from the closet.
George: Make the bed for me, okay? I get out.
George turned around and saw Alyssa's raised legs revealing eye-catching panties.
Colin (outside the picture): How old are you, 40?
George turned sharply to face Colin, and Alyssa lowered her leg.
George: I forgot where I put the key.
Colin: Do you think the key is under her clothes?
Alyssa: I just show him my hair.
Alyssa stood up, a little annoyed---
Alyssa (continued): I think you need to reconsider how you think of me.
Alyssa walked past her mother and out of the garage. Colin stared at George.
George: Her legs are hairy.
Colin turned around and walked out.
Interior view of George's truck In the morning,
George listened to Paula Cole's song and drove 4 miles north to Robin's house. He turned into Emerald Bay, a community guarded by guards, and a guard beckoned him to enter.
Exterior view of Weber's home in the morning
George rushed out of the car and pushed the front door, but it was locked. He rang the doorbell, and the maid Lois came to answer the door——
Lois: Mrs. Weber was in the backyard.
George: Where's Sam?
Loews: In his room, packing luggage.
George: Oh... OK.
Interior view of Sam's room
Sam was putting a CD of Marilyn Manson in the morning , playing loudly, while strapping a suitcase on the bed. The knock on the door was barely audible. George knocked on the door again. It made him so impatient.
George (outside the picture): Sam!
Sam was full of anger and slammed the door open.
George (continued): Are you ready?
Sam shrugged and turned back to continue packing.
George (continued): I think you will have a good time this summer vacation.
The sound of music almost overwhelmed George's voice.
George (continued): Don't forget to bring headphones.
The music quickly drives George crazy.
George (continued): Can you turn it off?
It didn't catch Sam's attention at all.
George (continued): You can't always let it go, you know?
George said it again, not seeming to have heard it yet.
He walked a few feet away from Sam, grabbed his head, and yelled into Sam's ears--
George (continued): You can't always drive, you know!
Sam broke free and turned off the music.
Sam: I heard you talking!
George walked to the sliding glass door and looked down at the children and Robin in the swimming pool.
George: Your mother and brothers can come to see you at any time.
Sam: Supervise me?
George: I will supervise you at any time.
Sam: Why are you there?
George: Because I live there.
Sam: You live in the cabin of Corey's parents?
Location Webb’s backyard in the morning
Ryan and Adam lay on an inflatable life raft, Robin splashed in the water among them. Suddenly, like a UFO (unidentified flying object) crashing into the earth, Sam's suitcase spins and falls straight down the swimming pool, almost hitting Adam and Ryan.
Sam: No fucking way! ! !
The children were lifted off the inflatable life raft, Robin took off his goggles and looked at Sam on the balcony.
Sam (continued): You liar! You stupid liar! I hate you!
George rushed out of the kitchen and into the yard.
George: Did you tell him? Spend this summer with me?
Sam (outside the picture): No! I'm not going!
Sam roared off the balcony and turned back to the room.
Robin: What should I do? You didn't show up on Saturday, so I called hard. Your phone is silent.
George: I don't have a phone.
Robin: I drove over and you were gone.
George: I can't leave the house for half a step?
Robin: Last time you were without a trace for a week!
George: Did you tell him to let him spend the summer vacation with me?
Robin: No. I intend to let you tell him.
George: He can't spend the summer vacation in Tahoe.
Sam walked out of the kitchen, facing his father.
Sam: Who the hell are you? I don't even know you.
George: You will know me then.
Sam: I'm not going!
George: I'll get your bag.
George walked to the pool, picked up the suitcase, and slipped out, leaving it ticking.
Sam: Mom, tell him I'm not going. You have promised me!
George: Is that all?
Robin was in a dilemma, she glanced at Sam, then at George.
Robin: I said he could go.
George: Let's go.
Sam: I'm not going!
George: You have no choice.
Sam: Mom... please.
Sam broke through his throat and shouted, tears rolling in his eyes. Robin is ready to give in.
Robin: George -
George (toughly): He can't spend the summer with another kid in Tahoe. If he leaves, I will follow him, and I will drag him home with his nose ring. He can hate me. You can hate me. He can kill me while I am asleep. You can call the police. You can call your husband or your lawyer, but Sam must spend the summer with me. He is my son. He is 16 years old. that's all.
Sam is now howling loudly---snot running down his nose. Robin was overwhelmed by George's powerful shock.
Adam: Can we hate you?
George: Whatever you want.
George walked to Sam and touched his arm.
George (continued): Come in the truck, Sam.
Sam jerked his arm back in an exaggerated and exaggerated motion.
Sam: The fuck you go by yourself!
George picked up the suitcase and grabbed Sam by the arm. Although Sam resisted desperately, it was obvious that he could not fight his father.
George: Pull your nose ring out of your nose. If you wear them on your nipples, they should also be removed. No makeup is allowed in my house. No glue is allowed. drug. No narcotics, no smoking of marijuana.
Sam: If you hit me, I'll call the police.
George: This house is too lazy to welcome you. I will not hit you. (Pause) These will be the worst three months of your life, but this is what you deserve. So pick up your suitcase and get on the truck. immediately.
Sam: I will hate you forever.
George: How much I hate my father, you don't even know a little bit. (Raises the tone slightly) Think of it as a family tradition.
Sam glared at his mother, then grabbed his wet suitcase and stomped out of the backyard. Robin was fainted by George's determination, she said nothing.
In the morning, George's truck
Sam reached the door on the passenger side. George came from the backyard, opened the truck door and climbed in, but was blocked by Sam's suitcase. He lifted it out, put it in the compartment, then climbed into the cab neatly and sat on the wet seat. George lifted his hips and turned his face to look at Sam. Sam's face was pale and he didn't say a word.
Exterior view George's cabin
George was shirtless on the roof of the cabin in the afternoon , the sun toasting his back. George struggled to get the sofa out of the door frame. Gast lay sound asleep on the grass under the tree.
George: Sam? I... almost three minutes, right?
After another round of competition, George put down the sofa and walked back to look at Sam up and down.
George (continued): Alright. If I break my spine tiredly, dad will buy you a navy ring.
Sam didn't respond.
George (continued): If the navy ring is not suitable, dad will put sunscreen on your whole body.
Sam glanced at his father, bewildered by the verse.
George (outside the painting, continue): I want you to put on sunscreen. I want you to come here to help me. immediately.
Sam dealt with his father without a word--he just made his face face the sun again. George walked away. A sudden splash of droplets made Sam wet, and he was cold to his heels. George put down the spouting faucet——
George (continued): Let Gast wake up.
After a while
George continued to pull stuck in the door in the middle of the couch. Still didn't pull it out. He walked away from the sofa.
George (continued): You don't help a little bit here, do you?
Interior view behind the door of the beach hut
Sam leaned against the wall with his arms folded.
George (outside the picture): Do you know what helped Gast? Castration.
An imperceptible panic ran across Sam's face.
Interior view of George's garage In the evening,
George wore loose sports shorts that reached his knees. He was shirtless and boiled spaghetti on a portable stove while heating the seasoning on the microwave. The top of the dressing table is framed with wooden boards and used as a countertop in the kitchen; except for the sink next to the toilet and across the garage, the kitchen furnishings are quite simple.
George: Do you want to eat garlic bread? !
George waited for a while to make sure that no answer was acquiescence. Then put a large piece of garlic bread into the bread oven.
Location George's garage In the evening,
Sam sits on the edge of a cliff, and 20 feet below is the sea; Gast yells behind Sam to attract attention.
Sam: Alright, come here, alright, fool.
Just rubbed his belly inch by inch, which made Sam amused.
Sam (continued): Do you have a fear of heights? Just?
Sam bent down and reached out to fondle Gast.
Sam (continued): This gap should not kill me anyway.
Just moved closer and licked Sam's face. George came out, carrying a plate full of spaghetti, garlic bread and cola.
George: Do you want to dance?
George put the plate on the ground beside Sam.
Sam: Be in the limelight.
George walked to the edge of the cliff.
George: Hear the waves hitting the rocks, just jump off. The water will take you away. let it be. Swim north for a while and you will see the beach.
Sam sat up, facing his father, with a look of alertness on his face.
George (continued): I did this for the first time, younger than you, I think I will break my neck, but drift to Catalina. (Pause) You can't expect to get what you want, Sam.
George jumped suddenly and disappeared into the vast ocean, the waves scouring the rocks.
Sam: Shit!
Sam ran desperately, looking at the sea in search of his father; the only thing visible was the vast darkness.
Sam (continued): Hello?
Just licked dinner, bread and everything, and Sam shouted again. He felt a panic, and Sam ran down the cliff.
Location Pacific Coast Highway
is congested in the evening . Sam ran to face him. There are no sidewalks, and cars parked everywhere block proper roads, and it is a dangerous and arduous journey to the north.
Location Aliso Creek (ALISO CREEK) beach in the evening
Sam ran to the water's edge, anxiously waiting for his father to appear from the sea. Sam became a staggered jogger, his appearance was shocking-he stepped into the wave, his shoes soaked. George drifted into sight with the waves, stood in waist-deep water, and was washed ashore by the waves. He stood up, fell down, stood up, struggling forward, and came to the beach and Sam.
Sam: Are you completely crazy? !
George: I'm almost seeing Catalina.
George coughed and threw himself on the beach, exhausted. Sam roared furiously, angry that he cared so much about his father's safety.
In the evening
, George’s cabin, Sam panting, walked back from the street and walked to the middle of the yard. He looked around for Gast.
Sam: Just!
Just hopped out of the garage, nose and mouthful of spaghetti sauce.
Sam (continued): You prodigal, playboy.
Sam sat down on the grass, playing with Gast, Gast jumped out, ran up to the crazy kid, and barked happily.
Sam (continued): Where is my dinner, ha!
Sam managed to hold Gast's back. He approached the puppy, and it licked his nose.
Sam (continued): I'm hungry! Where is my dinner? Who ate my dinner? ha? Who is in trouble now?
Alyssa (outside the picture): Hi.
Sam made Gast roll, and stood up, he was a little panicked—nearly tripped.
Sam: Hi.
Alyssa: What are you doing here?
Just ran to Alyssa to get her attention; she knelt down to pet him.
Sam: They want me to spend the summer vacation here. I am leaving in the morning.
Alyssa: Where to go?
Sam: I think it's Tahoe.
Alyssa: Is your father really planning to build a house?
Sam: I don't know.
Alyssa: By the way, if you don't leave, I think I will come to see you.
Alyssa stood up. Sam was obviously shy by her side.
Alyssa (continued): You should stay.
Sam: I don't know.
Alyssa: Where is your father?
Sam: He jumped into the sea.
Alyssa: Tell him I want to say hello to him.
Alyssa fiddled with Gust for a while, and then walked away. Sam was fascinated.
Interior George's garage At night,
Sam curled up in a tattered telescopic boom device by the toilet to watch TV. George sat on the bed, brushing his teeth. Suddenly, Sam turned his face to his father ---
Sam: I can't shit with you here.
George nodded and continued to brush his teeth.
Sam (continued): My brothers say this is the worst smell they have ever smelled.
George nodded again, which seemed to only irritate Sam.
Sam (continued): I think there should be a door between where you shit and where you cook. Even people from primitive tribes in the African jungle must be separated. This is required by law...
George bypassed Sam and walked to the sink, spitting foam, gargle, and wiped his mouth with a towel. He faces Sam——
George: Which side of the bed do you want to sleep on?
Sam's jaw drooped, and he glanced at the double bed.
George (continued): Just kidding. The sofa can be pulled apart.
George laughed, patted Sam on the shoulder, then walked to the sofa and pulled it away into a bed.
Sam: ...probably in the "Bible".
George: Good night.
George took off his pants and climbed onto the bed. He pulled the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and put his head on.
Sam: I have to shit.
George rolled over on the bed and faced Sam. After a pause, he flipped off the sheets, climbed out of the bed, put on his pants, pulled up his shoes, and walked out of the garage.
In the morning, George's cabin
George was standing on the roof, using a chain saw to chop the shingles and beams. A huge trash can was placed on the grass and could only hold half of the trash that George had thrown away. Sam is near the sea, lying on a couch, listening to music on a portable CD player.
George: Have you put on sunscreen?
It is impossible for Sam to hear his words. George's older neighbors, Tom and Barbara, were walking. They stopped in the driveway---looks very pleasant---
Barbara: This broken house should be taken down.
When George turned to face them, Barbara seemed surprised—it was obvious that she didn't realize that the man on the roof was demolishing the house.
Tom: Oh, hello George.
George: Guess how many low-income apartments have been approved for this land in the city?
Tom and Barbara replied by trying to keep quiet.
George (continued): Guess what...
Tom and Barbara walked back and walked away. George walked to the ladder and climbed down.
Another scene
Sam was intoxicated with music and closed his eyes. At this time George held a handful of suntan lotion, and put a "Haw" on Sam's belly. Sam furiously ran away from the couch.
Sam: What are you doing?
George: I warned you yesterday.
Sam: Don't touch me! You can't touch me!
Alyssa (outside the picture): Hi, you stayed.
Alyssa walked across the grass of her home to the father and son who were accustomed to discord.
George passed the suntan lotion to Alyssa.
George: Wipe him and help.
George walked back to the ladder and climbed to the roof. Alyssa and Sam looked at each other.
Sam: He is a weird person.
Alyssa: You look more handsome without makeup.
Sam: I can't even take a bath here.
Alyssa: Come to my house, when do you want to wash it? I will tell my mother.
Sam: Anyway, I won't stay here anymore.
Alyssa: I will wipe your back.
Sam: No. All right. I will do it myself.
Sam reached out for suntan lotion, but Alyssa hid the bottle.
Alyssa: Has anyone else wiped it for you, except your mom and dad?
Sam thought for a second, then shook his head and said "no."
Alyssa (continued): It's incredible to be so different! Lie down!
George went back with the chainsaw and continued to demolish the roof. Sam dangled on the ground. Alyssa knelt and squeezed sunscreen onto his back. She rubbed the oil away, and wiped it on his neck first, until it reached his waist. She sprayed some on Sam's arm, and when it touched his armpit, he squirmed slightly.
Alyssa (continued): Do you remember me from when you lived here?
Sam: Yeah.
Alyssa: Your father dated my mother after her divorce.
Sam: Really?
Alyssa: I hope he can marry her.
Sam: Why?
Alyssa: Turned over.
Alyssa rubbed his armpit and tickle him. Sam yelled and sat up on his elbows. At this moment, Josh drove his Porsche to the front of the cottage whizzing.
Alyssa (continued): Josh and I are going to the South Coast. Go together? Maybe watch a movie?
Sam: No, thank you.
Alyssa stood up to leave, and Sam was a little disappointed.
Alyssa: Don't forget to wipe the front too.
Alyssa walked to the cabin and waved goodbye to George. George also waved at her. Sam turned sideways and curled up into a ball, watching Alyssa run across the grass towards Josh.
George: She is very beautiful...a beautiful girl.
Sam got up and walked into the garage with an angry face.
Interior view of George's garage In the morning,
Sam glanced at the window to see where his father was, then tumbled around quickly, every drawer, every cupboard, looking for what he had found: a medicine bottle. Victorine. He glanced at the window again to see where his father was, then opened the bottle and took out 5 pills. He poured a glass of water, swallowed two, and kept three for later. He put the bottle back in its place, then fell on the bed, grinning.
Location George's garage
Gast ran wildly after chasing a rubber ball in the afternoon . Sam is wearing a shirt and sitting at the patio table. The ball bounced back happily, and Sam threw it out again. George came out and sat down like a juggler with two plates of sandwiches and two bottles of Coke.
George: Do you even express a little bit of wanting to help me instead of doing nothing all day?
Sam: No.
George: It's kind of expressive, Sam. I am tired of your attitude.
Sam picked up the sandwich, examined it for a while, and threw it back on the plate.
Sam: I hate turkeys.
George: No, you don't...
George took a bite of the sandwich before answering.
George (continued): I want you to take off the nose ring and throw it out.
Sam: Why?
George: It drives me crazy.
Sam: You snore at night. Your snoring is driving me crazy, can I throw you out?
George: Your brothers are right. This is the worst smell I have ever smelled in my nose.
George tensed his face and slapped his hand against his nose. Sam glared at his father. A black Land Rover stopped and Robin came out with a pizza box in his hand.
Robin: Thinking you two must be hungry.
When Robin came over from the expressway, Sam picked up the turkey sandwich and began to eat it. George glanced at Sam and watched Robin put the box on the table and sat down.
George: We are fine. Turkey sandwich.
Robin: Oh, then eat later.
Robin stared intently at the hut with almost no roof. Just walked to the table and squatted beside Robin, ready to beg for something to eat.
Robin (continued): It makes me sad.
George: What?
Robin: I used to live here.
George: But you lived for 5 years and hated it for 4 years.
Robin: I have been here for 6 years. I only hate for two years.
George: What two years?
Robin: The first year and the last year.
George put down the sandwich.
George: I don't like turkey sandwiches either. What kind of pizza?
Robin: Sam's favorite.
George opened the box and pulled out a slice. When George started eating pizza, Sam didn't seem interested.
Robin (continue, to Sam): Do you really want to eat?
Sam shrugged and rejected his mother, turning his face away. Robin nodded and grabbed a piece by himself.
Robin (continued): You are too skinny, George. Anyway, you have always been like this in the past.
George smiled cheerfully; he didn't want to explain that he was currently losing weight.
George: Why hate the first and last year?
Robin put down the pizza in his hand and looked at George.
Robin: In the first year because I was not sure whether you really loved me... In the last year because I was not sure whether I really loved you.
George nodded. Although it seemed that Sam wasn't interested in the conversation, he listened.
George: I climbed onto the roof this morning and lifted it up. It was so enjoyable and refreshing. I am happy today.
Robin: How were you before today?
George: That'
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