Humboldt County Page #6
and I just stood there
and I said--
"all right, Charlie,
I want something spectacular.
Spectacular. Spectacular!
You got it?"
And Jack said,
"Well, the sun is setting,"
And I said,
"Well, let's begin."
And as soon as I said,
"let's begin,"
We looked down at the cove,
and there was this storm that just
showed up from nowhere--
from nowhere-- and we went,
"where did that come from?"
And all of a sudden
there was this little spark
and these 50 mile-an-hour winds.
And as it was growing,
it had these fists coming from it,
Coming up the hill.
Like--
Like this.
And I was going--
I mean I was--
I was screaming.
I mean, I was--
Screaming.
My hair's going straight up and--
I just know this is Charlie!
And then the storm just
cleared just like that.
When a lot of sh*t happens
and your life changes
and you find yourself
standing outside on a cliff,
Going, "well, okay, now what?"
Now I'd like to have some venison.
PETER:
Come back to L.A. with me.
- Yeah.
- I'm not joking.
Seriously, why not?
A clean start.
Just start over, man.
That could be cool.
Get married, you and I.
Dinner parties.
- We could join a gym.
- Yeah, we could join a gym.
Hmm.
- You sure?
- No more.
I mean, what do you--
You can't actually keep doing this.
Max.
I'm out.
No you're not.
Max, this is--
I can't be part of this anymore.
It's gone way too far.
Pete, this isn't just summer
vacation, okay, man?
It's too late to go home.
It's too late.
This is not a f***ing game!
( yells )
I see just another
hopeless, pathetic case,
one of Bogart's parasitic fucks,
you know that, Pete?
Something goes wrong and the
good doctor's right out the door?
I'm pathetic?
I'm pathetic?
You're a pot farmer, Max.
I achieve more in a given week
Than you have in your entire life.
Peter!
Pete!
If I don't pull this off,
Charity's gonna end up just like me.
( footsteps approach )
We're playing hide and seek.
Oh.
Why are you so sad?
Do you ever think about what you
want to be when you grow up?
An astronaut.
How about you?
I don't know.
That's okay.
You think so?
It feels more like a waste.
( sniffs )
ROSIE:
Charity, I see you!
Oh, I ruined your hiding place.
It'll be okay.
Grandpa Jack wins again.
- No.
- Yes.
No. That's no fair.
You cheated.
I don't know how
you can say that.
I can say you're
a cheater-eater.
MAN:
Peter?
Peter?
- Dad.
- Peter.
How did you get here?
Star 69 and Mapquest.
So, Mr. Truman,
what is it
that you do do?
( giggles )
- I farm pot.
- I'm sorry?
Of course you are.
What is it that you do?
I'm a physician and a
professor of medicine
At the University
of California, Los Angeles.
Oh, that's wonderful!
Jack and I are
looking for a doctor.
We need a new prescription
for medical marijuana.
I know it might be a bit forward
given the circumstances,
But I'm thinking,
since you're here--
( whispers )
it would legalize us somewhat.
It would be very helpful.
No.
You know, I used to be
a professor at U.C.L.A.
Were you?
And what is it that made you leave
and move into the woods?
Well, I didn't want
to compromise my soul.
All right. I think
I've heard enough.
Mr. and Mrs. Truman.
Peter, we're going.
Peter.
I'm sorry.
Peter.
I bought you a--
pod.
What?
You know, those digital music players?
I bought you one.
I've already got one.
Well, you can return it,
Get something else, then.
Okay.
I uh---
What?
Your final course.
I passed you.
Your residency starts in two weeks.
Jesus!
God!
( tires screech )
Max?
What, you know these people?
Oh sh*t.
- Peter, what are you doing?
- Just head downhill. I'll meet you at the beach.
- What?
- Just go to the beach!
Peter, god damn it!
Out out out!
Out out out!
( grunts )
MAN:
Hey, would yougrab me one too?
- Either of you seen Max?
- Jack?
( grunting loudly )
Maybe I should go with you, Jack.
Not a good idea.
Grab a bag.
Come on!
MAX:
Hurry up.Okay, here you go.
Shh! Shh!
( whispering )
Jack, get down!
( whispering ) How the f***
did you find us?
A blind man could have tracked you.
( walkie-talkies squawking )
I'm not leaving.
They will kill you.
You don't get to do that.
- ( men muttering )
- ( helicopter whirring )
So we're gonna go stay at a motel.
I'll stop by in the morning
before we go.
I'm sorry about everything, Max.
Don't take it so seriously, man.
You got any more in there?
Jesus, Max.
I'm sorry, Tommy.
I'm sorry.
( laughing )
I guess a lifetime ban means I'll
see you tomorrow, right, Tommy?
- Go get some sleep, Max.
- F*** you, Tommy.
# go, turn #
# to the assassin #
# go, repress your
prudent side #
# it's beautiful
but plastic #
F***.
- F*** it.
- ( laughs )
- # it's beautiful... #
( sobs )
Sweetie, sweetie.
( buzzes )
Love you, Daddy.
It's really something, this place.
Yeah.
Yeah, it is, isn't it?
Listen, Dad,
I love you.
Me too.
I'm not taking that residency.
We'll see.
( knock on door )
Hey, Jack, we're gonna take off.
Jack?
It was my idea to come here.
I was the one who convinced
Charlie to come here. ( crying )
God, you stupid--
- Jack--
- What is this,
- this f***ing bullshit?!
- Jack, stop!
- God damn, no! No!
- Jack!
No, no! I got nothing,
I got nothing! I got nothing!
- No, that's not true.
- Nothing! Nothing!
Listen to me.
You've got so much.
You've got Rosie counting on you.
You've got Charity.
You've got Bogart.
You've got this place,
this beautiful place
that can bring people
back to life.
Come on, Jack.
You haven't passed the event horizon yet.
It's okay.
Peter, Peter,
Peter, Peter,
Yes yes yes yes,
you are good, you are good.
Tell Bogart thanks.
Hey--
See you on Mars.
( engine starts )
You all right?
I'm fine.
Oh, good.
Thank you.
# call in
the air strike #
# tell them
to make the drop #
# no one but you can stop #
# would it be fair to say #
# that you're in
love with love? #
# and is that enough? #
# I bet you feel
really potent stuff #
# on how things turn out #
# are typically gray #
# but even the stopped clock
on the wall #
# and it's still unknown #
# just how much distance
means we're on our own #
# and can we be happy? #
# happy #
# alone? #
# the universe opens
up a door #
# and we go right in #
# it's there,
it's new, it's cool #
# it's something we
ain't seen before #
# and five minutes in #
# to clip off our carefree
flapping wings #
# show us the things
we can't afford #
# just how much distance
means we're on our own #
# until I see you
walking home #
# down a sidewalk
in my head #
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