Chaos Theory Page #6
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- 2007
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Are you using a blind?
No. Uh...
No. I'd like to do this face to face.
This would be a solid choice for you, sir.
- Hello?
- Hey, it's Damon.
Oh, hey. What's up?
Listen, Frank came by and picked up
the key to the boathouse.
He was, uh, acting really weird.
I almost didn't give it to him.
than cigarettes...
... and that maybe you should
meet him up there?
I'm a little worried.
Maybe I should go with you.
No, I'll take care of it. Thanks, Damon.
BUDD Y:
It's Buddy.
I think Frank might've gone up
to the lake to try something rash.
I'm just gonna make sure he's all right.
I'll call you when I get there.
That's amazing.
I was just gonna call you,
and lo and behold, here you are.
Well, Damon told me you came up.
I thought maybe you could use a friend,
you know? Someone to talk to.
Anything on your mind?
This thin mountain air can give
people strange ideas, you know?
Ain't that the truth. No, nothing
I can think of off the top of my head.
How about you?
- Me?
Not really, no.
Let's go for a boat ride.
So you finished with all those index cards?
Has whim waned?
Ha, ha. Hell, no.
It was in the cards to come up here
and accomplish something.
- What sort of something?
- Something big.
- How big?
- Oh. Biggest thing in my life.
Is the keyword here "life"?
- Could be. Definitely could be.
- You don't wanna do anything drastic.
Don't I?
I mean, something you can't take back,
you know? Final.
Oh, you mean something I'll regret.
You have to think of those who love you.
I mean, think of your friends.
- Why my friends?
- Because your actions affect them.
Oh, I'll give you that. Yeah.
of one's friends before considering...
...certain things.
That's profound of you, Buddy.
I suppose that "certain things"
would test the limit of our friendship.
- Wouldn't you think?
- Exactly.
Exactly.
- Aren't we getting out a little far?
- Yeah, Buddy.
We're getting out a little far.
Frank? Buddy?
What the hell are we doing here, Frank?
- I think you know.
- I won't let you.
Yeah? Well, why don't you try
and stop me. Go ahead.
- Where the hell did you get that?
- Who cares?
- I'm not shooting blanks this time.
- Put it down.
- We can talk about this, can't we?
- Let's just cut the sh*t.
- Don't start whimpering now.
- Whimpering? Hey, it's your decision.
- Oh, that's generous of you.
- It doesn't mean I agree with it.
Well, I would hope not!
Look, you can't do this to me,
or you, I won't let you.
- You're gonna have to shoot me first.
- There's a hell of an argument.
Give me that.
Come on.
Shooting me first
was just a figure of speech.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, that went all the way through.
I don't think it's smart to put holes
in things that sink or breathe.
But you're the one with the gun.
I can appreciate that.
- Are you looking for something?
- A lifejacket.
Son of a b*tch!
Frank!
Frank! Frank, what the hell is going on?
Frank!
They're just dancing, Mommy.
Give me that.
We gotta get help, come on.
There! Go ahead, commit suicide now!
Suicide?
You think I'm trying to commit suicide?
- Yeah.
- You impossibly stupid man.
You philandering, dumba... Murder!
I'm trying to commit murder! You idiot!
Yeah, yeah, a boat. Um...
l... I don't know.
You need to get out here, now, okay?
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Sweetie, I need you to stay in the cabin,
okay? Just stay here.
Yeah, don't worry, you still have
No, I wanna kill you!
Well, if I knew what you
obviously know, I'd wanna kill me too.
That's understanding of you.
I'm sorry.
F*** you.
Mrs. Allen, you best wait inside.
Have you found them yet?
When I know something, you'll know
something. Please, wait inside.
Do you even know
where the hell we're going?
There's a footbridge up ahead.
The cabin's a mile from that.
They're searching for us.
- How do they know we're here?
- I told Susan.
Do you love her?
Does it matter?
And Jesse?
She's just a kid.
What does that mean, Buddy?
I hardly know her.
What now?
I just, I thought if I did everything...
...for the now,
that I could forget the past...
...and the past is who I am.
And I just, I don't... l...
How am I supposed to go back to Susan
if I don't know how to forgive her?
Look. Uh, ahem.
I'm gonna disappear. Just, look,
tell them that you lost me, okay?
No, Frank. No, I won't.
- Yeah. You owe me that!
- No.
Owe you? I don't owe you anything!
And you know what?
You're a freaking idiot!
I wish Jesse thought of me as her father.
But all they do is love you.
God, I even love you.
I'm cold, I'm wet, and I'm past feeling sad
for anyone but myself.
So you know, stay out here if you want.
Become one with nature, go hump Bigfoot.
But I'm going back into the cabin
and getting warm.
God.
I think we got one over here.
Somebody get a blanket!
Where's Mr. Allen?
It's complicated.
Daddy!
Daddy!
You ever hear of chaos theory, Ed?
It's a science.
It tries to determine underlying patterns
in chaotic systems:
Weather, ocean currents, blood flow,
that sort of thing.
Well, it turns out
that there are few things...
...more chaotic than the beat
of a human heart.
Speeding up, slowing down.
A pretty face, a flight of stairs.
It's always changing depending
on what's happening to us out there.
It's an erratic son of a b*tch.
But underneath all of that bump-a-ta-bump
mess, there is, in fact, a pattern.
A truth.
And it's love.
The most important thing about love
is that we choose to give it...
...and we choose to receive it.
Making it the least random act
in the entire universe.
It transcends blood,
it transcends betrayal...
...and all the dirt that makes us human.
And if you can figure that out...
...the Jake Lees of the world
got nothing on you.
Now, what's all this about?
Uh-oh.
Poor Ed, has Frank been torturing you
with tales of love and war?
- Well, yes, ma'am.
- You're gonna be late.
I'll see you in there.
Thanks.
- Have you been bad?
- No.
A little bit.
Come on, let's go.
Monster, we're gonna be late.
- You're beautiful.
- I'm nervous, Daddy.
Jake loves you very much.
- Ed.
- He loves you too, honey.
Friends,
we have been invited here today...
...to share in a most important moment
in the lives for Edward and Jessica.
In the time they've been together...
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