Paper Man Page #7

---

with my hands!

- [sighs]

- Everyone:
Jen and my sister

and Liv all envied me.

l had the one who made me laugh.

What happened?

l don't know what happened.

- You stopped laughing.

[squeaking]

[morose vocal and guitar music]

- Help you?

- Yeah, l came to pay

my respects.

- Sorry?

- The heath hen,

the North American heath hen.

This is where

the last one lived, died.

- Oh.

l wouldn't know anything

about a heath hen.

But you're welcome

to Iook around.

We've got several varieties

of pIover.

- Thank you.

[bittersweet acoustic

guitar music]

So this is what the end

of something looks like.

- The world went on, Richard.

- But never the same.

Who knows how she might have

changed things

with herjust being here,

the rippIe effect

- And if that chicken

hadn't died out,

you'd be perfectly

well adjusted.

- Maybe.

- Doubtful.

- Instead,

l'm a childless loser.

l'm condemned to oblivion,

Captain,

just Iike our IittIe hen.

lt's time for you to go.

- No.

- You know what l'm saying,

Captain.

I mean,

go and never come back.

- l'm not ready.

- lt doesn't matter.

You can't help me anymore.

The doctor's right

- But you'll be all alone.

- Yes.

Last of my kind.

Okay.

Do the voice

one last time.

Please.

- When the world is in peril,

when evil surrounds you,

when danger is lurking...

[whispering]

Who do you call?

- Captain Excellent

[triumphant music]

- [sighs]

[sobbing quietly]

[knocking at window]

[window whirring]

- I wish I had

a really amazing

f***ed-up father like him.

[window whirring]

[engine turns over]

[typewriter whirring]

- Captain.

[typewriter whirring]

Richmond regarded his solitude

Merton regarded

Horton regarded

[Richard's voice overlapping]

[whispering]

Richmond?

Richmond?

Richard.

Richard regarded his solitude

as something sacred.

[typewriter keys clacking]

- l had this dream last night

And you were in it

- Oh, was l interesting?

- You were you.

You're leaving, aren't you?

- Yeah, you know,

'cause of the situation.

- Yeah.

l figured.

You know,

spring is my favorite time,

'cause summer people

aren't here yet

lt's not so f***ing cold.

- Yeah.

Um, l made you something.

- That's the swan.

The beautiful, graceful swan.

It's

Richard, it's perfect

- Yeah, well...

- Thank you.

- lt seems like we were

just getting started.

- Here.

- Got to find a way

back home

- Okay.

[bittersweet music]

- Got to find a way

to get home strong

Got to find a way back home

- [laughs quietly]

- Got to find a road

that brings me back soon

Got to find a way back home

Got to find a way

to get home strong

Got to find a way back home

[stirring rock music]

- Never wanted

to feel this way

l never wanted

to feel so sad

- [sobbing]

- Never wanted

to feel this way again

- Okay.

- l'm a horse's ass.

- Yes, you are.

- l'm sorry.

l'm gonna need some help

getting this couch in.

- Got to find a way

to get home strong

Got to find a way back home

Richard regarded his solitude

as something sacred,

as a well-earned

badge of honor,

a cloak to be worn

to ward off life,

as his safety.

Solitude is who he was.

This caused those in his life

to view him

with a barely veiled contempt.

Richard was certain

that he was not liked,

which is hard on a man.

Maybe it was because

he gave nothing

that he received nothing

in return.

ln any case, his situation

had become intolerable.

The closest things

he had to friends

were either imaginary

or extinct.

Richard had reached a point

in his life

where this was no longer

enough.

And then he met a girl,

and she was warm,

and she was sad,

and she was maybe lonely

in a way

that reminded him of himself.

She'd lost things that a girl

should never have lost.

And she knew things,

and she taught him.

And Richard thought,

"Maybe this is what friendship

feels like.

Maybe."

lt was just a glimpse.

They'd barely begun, really.

But in those long

few winter days,

she'd given him so much,

enough so that Richard

could go on.

And what had he given her?

Just a few words on a page.

Not much, perhaps.

But for Abby,

he hoped it was enough.

[gull cawing]

[bittersweet music]

- Got to find a way

to get home strong

Got to find a way back home

Got to find a light

to guide me home

Got to find a way back home

- Okay.

- Got to find a way

back home

[wistful rock music]

- l broke the door

l broke the furniture

l painted pictures

Did it for you

Oh, ho

Oh, oh

l said good-bye

To my whole family

l hope they'll miss me

As much as you

[bright acoustic guitar music]

- Driftwood finds its way

to sand

So l'm sure that we will

Recognize our landmark soon

Wanderlust has lost

its shine

lt's left me cold,

and we're running out of time

As we wonder how much longer

we can keep

Our cars in tune

And I onIy know that I'II

never be the boy wonder

Yeah, l only know that l'll

never be the boy wonder

It's too Iate

for that sort of thing now

Maybe l'll just cut my losses

in this city

That is how

we say "surrender"

Driftwood finds

its way to sand

And they're wondering

if they'll somehow

see a grandson soon

And I onIy know that I'II

never be the boy wonder

It's too Iate

for that sort of thing now

Maybe l'll just cut my losses

in this city

That is how

we say "surrender"

[humming]

Now if l get carried away,

l'll get plowed under

So I can't forget that I'II

never be the boy wonder

l'm too gray

And l'm too beat down

l could just come to my senses

then retire to some smaII town

And just surrender

Driftwood finds

its way to sand

So l'm sure that we will

Recognize our landmark soon

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes