A Picture Worth a Thousand Words Page #7
- Year:
- 2011
- 21 min
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You're killing yourself! Stop!
- You know why?
- Stop!
'Cause I got bad luck
Jack!
Shut up!
Bad luck, bad luck
Stop talking!
Oh, thank God.
Caroline.
There's really nothing in college
that prepares you
to work in the real world.
Tree, can you hear me?
Tree.
We're dying, tree.
Please, tell me what to do.
It's me.
My name is Jack McCall.
If you can hear me,
what you're listening to
is not the sound of my voice.
It's the sound of my inner voice,
the one inside my head.
Mr. McCall?
Hello?
Can you hear me?
It's Emily from the nursing home.
It's your mom's birthday
and she expects Raymond to be here.
Mr. McCall?
Look.
I know what you want,
but I just don't think that there's
anything more to talk about, okay?
Because you won't...
You.
Me.
We.
Eternity.
Is this for me?
It's a Beatles record.
It's the White Album.
Is this really for me to keep?
Yes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Go get his car.
You actually read it?
Brilliant.
Brilliant? Really?
Wow.
Sold.
Sold?
Sold? That's $10,000!
That's $10,000! I love you, man.
Thank you.
Yeah.
I'm gonna take care of that for you
right away, Mr. McCall.
I'll gas it, too.
Who's responsible for this?
You are going to love that,
I guarantee it.
Yeah? Take a taste.
I want to ride the roller coaster.
I want to ride the Ferris wheel.
I want to ride the roller coaster.
I want to ride the Ferris wheel.
- Roller coaster.
- Ferris wheel.
It's sunny, but it's windy.
Should we go?
You can wear my sweater.
Is that why you wore a sweater
under your jacket?
You knew I would say that.
After 42 years, you're still trying
to get me alone on the beach.
Maybe. Maybe.
Raymond, is that you?
Raymond, is that you?
Yes.
Raymond, you finally came.
Sit!
Tell me, tell me, what you been doing?
It's my birthday.
You want some birthday cake?
What?
You can't talk. Your throat.
Rest then, Raymond.
I have so much to tell you.
Do you like my room?
It's so nice.
I've got all my things here.
But sometimes,
I get lonely.
Raymond, I get so...
But then, I can always count on Jack.
Jack always comes.
And he brings me flowers,
helps me, and when we go for walks,
all the ladies are jealous
because he's so handsome.
I'm just so proud of him, Raymond.
See, you missed Jack
grow into the greatest man.
I mean, he's amazing.
He can do anything.
I mean, Jack's my only reason to live.
But he's so angry.
Mad at you, mad at himself.
Now, I think he believes
you left because of him.
He was just a kid,
but he carries that anger every day.
I wish he'd let it go.
He'd be much happier
if he'd let it all go.
Raymond,
you need to tell Jack
how much you love him.
We're family.
Life's
not worth living without family.
Right?
Right?
Isn't someone going to sing to me?
I like cake, don't you, Jack?
Bye, Ma. I love you.
Hi, Dad.
- Jack?
- Yeah.
I'm not Dad. I'm you.
- I'm Jack, too, you know.
- Are not.
- Am, too!
- Are not.
I missed you, Dad.
Where have you been?
You left and then I saw you a few times,
but then it was a long time.
And then you died.
I'm so sorry, Jack.
last time you see someone
is going to be the last time
you ever see someone.
I wish there was a way
I could make it up to you.
There is.
- How?
- Chase me. Come on!
I forgive you.
Jack? Jack?
You're not going to believe this!
Jack, the tree, it came back to life
and it's incredible! You can talk.
You've written a beautiful book, Jack.
I'm so proud of you.
You're hugging me again, Jack.
That's why I'm alive! This is the real me!
That was a fake me that died.
I just love you so much. Come here.
- Hello!
- Hello.
Friends.
Namaste.
Welcome to my office,
the outer manifestation
of my inner being.
You're both inside me.
What a beautiful book. What a gift
to hold, to read, to sell.
- Hey, Aaron.
- Yes.
No chanting.
Of course. Forgive me, wise ones.
All right, we got three offers here,
three big offers.
Hey!
Any of these three would be fine.
No, no, no, ain't no need to rush,
homey, we got all the leverage here.
All right, what we
have is an opportunity
to pit all three of these suckas
against each other
and just grind 'em into the dirt.
Just take 'em for every last penny
they got, you know, and...
In an entirely spiritual way, of course.
You know what, Aaron?
You're the big agent now.
You got your name on the door.
Why don't you pick, huh?
May I interest you in a slice of pie?
I'd love to, but I really have someplace
important I need to be right now.
What? More important than pie?
Actually, yes. But give me another hug.
I love you!
That's right. I'm the big agent now.
That's my name on the door.
Steven!
I am so sorry, Mr. Wiseberger.
I thought I got them all.
Well, here's one.
There's a delivery for you.
Well, bring it in.
Oh, sh*t.
Hold still, let me get
this open for you.
Jack, I don't like surprises.
You know I don't.
You're gonna like this one.
You know what happened
the last time I tried to do a surprise...
- You're gonna like this one.
- What is going on?
- I'm putting the baby down.
- Okay.
Okay, all right, okay.
- Can we please take it off?
- Okay, now, I'll take the blindfold off.
- Yes, please, take it off.
- Take it off. Okay.
Jack, this is the house
I've been trying to get you to come see.
You have to see the inside.
I've already seen the inside.
What do you... Why?
Are you thinking about making an offer?
Oh, no, I can't.
- Why not?
- I already own it.
Wow.
This is a step in the right direction.
Yes.
But you can't just
do this one thing, Jack,
and think that everything
is gonna be hunky-dory.
- That's not how it works.
- I hear you.
You do?
You hear that?
What?
The silence.
It's quiet.
I like it.
Who are you?
Honey, the tree.
- How did...
- Oh, yeah.
I had Gaudencio carefully dig it
up and next thing you know...
Boom, it's a tree there.
- Boom.
- Boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
- Did he say, "Boom"?
- Yes.
- Boom.
- Oh, shoot!
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