Adaptation. Page #8

I mean, certainly an intimacy does

evolve in this kind of relationship.

By definition, I was so interested

in everything he had to say.

But the relationship ends

when the book ends.

Mendacious deceit.

What?

Nothing.

I just have one more question.

If you could have dinner with one

historical personage, living or dead,

who would it be?

Uh, well, I would have to say...

Einstein.

Or Jesus.

Very good.

Interesting answer.

She's lying.

What do you mean?

What happened?

Nothing. She said everything right.

Too right.

Well, maybe because they're true.

Did you embarrass me?

People who answer questions

too right are liars.

Everybody says Jesus and Einstein.

That's a prepackaged answer.

"Jesus and Einstein"?

Listen, Charles, I have an idea.

You'll need to buy me

a pair of binoculars.

What's "Jesus and Einstein"?

Imagine me and you I do

Come on.

I think about you day and night

It's only right

Sing with me.

To think about the one you love

And hold her tight

So happy together

What the hell do you need

binoculars for?

Let's go, let's go.

She hung up the phone.

She's upset.

Stop watching her.

Leave her alone.

She's crying.

She's at her computer.

This is morally reprehensible.

United

to Miami.

Eleven fifty-five a.m.

Tomorrow.

Thought she was done with Laroche.

Her parents live in Florida.

That was no parent phone call,

my friend.

Don't say "my friend."

A guy entering.

Handsome.

Must be her husband.

She's acting weird

with him, though, right?

Don't you think?

What's she hiding from him?

Maybe she's a lesbian

and doesn't know how to tell him.

What do you think?

Have you checked out

Laroche's porn site?

No. I'm trying to read.

Anyway, I'm gonna look

at the porn site. Research.

Don't tell my old lady.

You mean Mom?

No, I don't mean Mom.

Still say we should go

to Miami tomorrow.

Forget it.

Some of these chicks look okay.

Hey, guess what.

We're going to Miami tomorrow.

I said, no.

I said, oh, yeah, baby. Come here.

What I came to understand

is that change is not a choice.

Not for a species of plant,

and not for me.

It happens, and you are different.

Maybe the only distinction

between the plant and me

is that afterward,

I lied about my change.

I lied in my book.

I pretended with my husband

that everything was the same.

But something happened

in the swamp that day.

Hey, look.

I told you I'd find

the jewel of the Fakahatchee.

It's a flower.

Just a flower.

Well, might as well grab it.

Long as I'm here.

Oh, man.

Boy, my porn site's

gonna be big.

Look, something

I didn't tell you

that I want to tell you

about the ghost. Okay?

I think it might help you.

I'd just started at the nursery.

And I went back one night

to pick up something.

They wanted the ghost

just to extract the drug.

It had been a ceremonial thing,

but the young guys, you know,

they liked to get stoned.

So Matthew?

He was one of the guys who...?

Sure.

Matthew lived on that sh*t

till they ran out.

Because there was this one day

he was fascinated by me.

By my hair and my sadness.

Yeah, well, it does that.

That's what I wanted to tell you.

I mean, I think you'd like it, Susie.

It seems to help people be fascinated.

I can extract it for you.

I know how. I watched.

I'm probably the only

white guy who knows.

I want to do this, Susie.

I'm done with orchids, Laroche.

- Hello?

- Hi.

It's John.

Did you get my package?

John?

John!

Johnny.

Hey, John?

Yeah?

Very happy now.

Well, I'm glad.

Very happy.

Um, John?

Hm?

Will you go like this...?

No. Keep going.

No. No.

I'm trying to make a dial tone.

And you have to sustain.

And then I will join you,

and together...

See, I can't do it by myself.

Which one do you want me to do?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Okay. Here we go.

That's it.

We got it.

We got it. That's f***ing amazing.

Do you ever get

lonely sometimes, Johnny?

Well, I was a weird kid.

Nobody liked me.

But I had this idea...

If I waited long enough,

someone would

come around and just,

you know, understand me.

Like my mom.

Except someone else.

She'd look at me and quietly say,

"Yes."

Just like that.

And I wouldn't be alone anymore.

Oh, I wish I were an ant.

Oh, they're so shiny.

You're shinier than any ant,

darling.

That's the sweetest thing

anybody has ever said to me.

Well,

I like you, that's why.

Hey.

I don't have time for that.

I'll get a closer look. You wait here.

No, wait.

I should go.

I mean, it should be me, right?

I mean, it's my...

I was, you know...

Go for it.

You're the man.

Rip them.

Just rip them.

Darling, I don't know

what's come over you.

You came all over me last time

I was here, as I recall.

Oh!

Mmm!

Ooh.

Goddamn!

Hey! F***. Hey! Hey!

Aah! Aah!

Get in here!

Shut the f*** up, now!

Sit the f*** down!

Who is that, Johnny?

Who the f*** are you?

I just... Nobody.

Huh?

I just... I'm just...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

He's that screenwriter.

The guy that's adapting our book?

Yeah.

Well, that's wild.

It's nice to meet you.

Hey, dude,

who's gonna play me?

I don't know that. I should...

Well, I thought

I should play me.

Why...? Did he follow me?

No, of course not. I should go.

Yeah, yeah. I mean,

it was nice to meet you,

but let me give you my number.

I'm really freaking here, Johnny.

Why is he here?

Why did he follow me?

What does he know?

I don't know anything about anything.

He did see the greenhouse.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Are you gonna write about this

in your screenplay?

I really don't know what "this" is.

He's lying.

- Hold him.

- Stay! Just...

We have to kill him.

What?

What are we supposed to do?

What can we do?

Sit the f*** down!

Susie, you gotta calm down.

Now, you're getting

a little emotional.

You don't know...

I can't have him writing about me.

I can't have the whole world,

all the people knowing about us

and about this.

Why?

You ashamed of me, Susie?

No, that's not it.

No. How can you even think of that?

Well...

I'm a professional journalist,

and the drugs and...

Susie.

We can't kill anyone.

Okay. Okay.

Then I'll do it.

By myself.

Susan...

Hey! Come on. F***ing get down!

- I wouldn't tell any...

- Put him in his f***ing car!

Turn it off. Just get out.

Run! Run! Go!

Susan! What the f*** was that?

I don't know. I couldn't see.

Sh*t.

F***!

Come on!

Help me find the flashlight.

So it was a guy?

Yeah. Fat.

That's all I could tell.

- This is ridiculous.

- We're gonna have to split up.

- I can't. I can't be by myself out here.

- I'm not gonna do that.

They're gonna find us.

I don't think so.

I don't want to die, Donald.

I've wasted my life. God, I've wasted it.

You didn't. And you're not gonna die.

I wasted it.

I admire you, Donald, you know?

I spent my whole life paralyzed,

worrying about what people think,

and you, you're just oblivious.

I'm not oblivious.

No, you don't understand.

I mean that as a compliment.

There was this time in high school.

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