Someone You Love Page #2

whenever I think about you.

And I don't want to be angry.

I want to forgive you!

I mean that!

I'm...

I'm trying so hard

to understand you!

I really want to forgive you!

You have to go back.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

You have to go back now.

I can't.

It's only a few more weeks.

Noa is fine right here.

You can do this.

You have to go back.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

You can do this.

I can?

Yes.

You have to.

Okay.

Yes.

Okay.

Noa shouldn't

see me like this.

No.

Let him sleep.

Don't say anything.

You can leave through here.

G.

E minor.

C.

D7.

E again.

1, 2, 3, 4.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Solo!

Yeah, one more time.

Solo.

Faster.

Coffee?!

Gorgeous boy!

You keep scratching yourself!

I get this sometimes.

Poor boy!

Not good!

A doctor must look at it!

I have a cream at home.

Okay!

More cheese?!

No, thanks.

No, thanks.

- Fruit perhaps?! An apple?!

- No.

A pear?!

Nothing...

Are you coming down?

4th floor.

Doors opening.

Noa.

Come on!

We have to go.

Okay?

What's wrong?

Noa?

Come.

Go to the car.

Go to the car.

Okay?

Take the stairs to the car.

Doors opening.

Doors closing.

Go on in.

Sit down.

Take off your jacket.

Eat.

You know why your mom

was in that place.

She was ill.

Her coke and all that stuff.

I've used coke, too.

Lots of it.

I've used everything there is.

Anything I could put in my body.

Coke, amphetamine, booze, LSD,

heroin, crystal meth, everything.

And it was amazing.

It filled a hole inside me in a way

that nothing else could.

I became present.

I could talk to people.

I didn't feel alone anymore.

I just felt like...

God was caressing my brain.

Then you become ill.

Your soul breaks.

Your body breaks.

You break. You become lonely.

Paranoid.

No one caresses

you anymore.

Stop.

Stop.

Noa.

Stop it.

Stop.

Stop.

There, there...

Here...

Half a sleeping pill.

Take it.

There.

He's still sleeping.

If only he could

sleep for 100 years.

What will happen to him?

I'm going.

You're going?

I'm going for a walk.

Should I join you?

Don't.

I'm only asking if

I can come along.

Give it a rest.

I've been clean for

6 years. I'm clean.

Yes.

I'm working hard

at staying sober.

Really hard.

All the time.

Around the clock.

Every single day.

I know you're struggling, Thomas.

I know.

You don't know anything.

You have your little family.

You don't know what it's like

to be afraid when day breaks.

Or when night comes. To constantly

be afraid. You know nothing.

I know I'm your friend.

Thank you.

You okay?

Mmm.

Do you want to eat?

I got a suit when

Granny was buried.

It won't be

a big ceremony

with lots of people

and reporters.

It's on Saturday.

Just you and me.

I would like to bring flowers.

Yes.

Will they burn her?

Yes.

Hello.

You may lay down the flowers.

I'll wait outside.

Let's go in.

Noa!

Noa...

Noa? Noa. Noa?

What's wrong?

Can you hear me?

What happened?

Come, stand up.

Noa!

Come...

There...

Are you...

Are you okay?

Where do I live?

What?

Where you live?

What about all

my stuff at home?

Are we together?

Do I live with you?

Then where do I live?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Okay?

I don't know anything.

I'm sorry.

Thomas...

Thomas.

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

Of what?

I'm scared.

Turn on a light and

go back to your room.

Can't I sleep here with you?

Go to your room and go to bed.

You can't sleep here.

Your room is far away.

I can't...

I can't sleep with other people.

I wet my bed.

My blanket is wet.

What?

I wet my bed.

Go to the bathroom

and take a shower.

Go to the bathroom.

Take them off.

Is this okay?

Can you hold it yourself?

Okay?

So?

I don't feel sh*t.

It's empty...

It doesn't work.

Empty.

Nothing.

Some lame sh*t.

I can't stand listening to that crap.

I don't know what it is.

I feel absolutely nothing.

No, I got that part.

Come.

Come in here.

What do you hear?

You hear something I don't.

I hear nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing!

It's empty.

Thomas...

What are you doing?

What is this?

What do you mean "Thomas"?

What are you trying to say?

I didn't know her.

Should I feel shame?

Or grief? I should feel grief.

I should feel more guilty

more shame or...

Or maybe you don't think

I feel enough.

Is that it? Should I...?

Do you all feel sorry for Thomas?

Is it 'poor Thomas'? Or...

Is he a bastard? Is he to blame?

I'm to blame.

I think you should go home.

Stop it...

- Thomas...

- It's empty! What's up with you?!

Is it hug time?

Is that it?

Love and forgiveness.

Yes, let's hug. Come here.

So give me the hug.

Okay? Let's go back to work.

Should we go back to work?

Don't. Thomas, go home.

Take care of yourself. Now.

And stop destroying

what we're doing.

I won't let you.

End of story.

I want to record it

with new lyrics,

so that it means

something to me!

And for the people that listen to it.

May I do that?

May I record it

with new lyrics?

May I do that?

Well?

Yes.

I'll send the guys home.

Thank you.

From the top.

Go.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

What's going on?

Breathe.

Breathe, Thomas.

Nice and easy.

Grab my hand.

There...

Nice and easy, come.

I'm right here.

Breathe.

Breathe...

Nice and easy.

Do you know what an

"internat" school is?

Boarding school?

Kate has arranged a place

at a boarding school for you.

I drink like...

my family always has.

Or rather, we don't drink.

We throw it down.

Till we fall over.

We don't dance or have

jolly f***ing sing-alongs.

We throw back the booze

and do drugs till we suffocate,

in our own f***ing sh*t,

pee and blood and...

Don't give me that look.

Stop looking at me.

I don't want you to look at me.

Stop looking at me.

Stop looking at me!

I've listened to everything.

The tracks,

the rehearsals, all of it.

It's possibly the most beautiful thing

we've ever done. You and I.

Possibly.

I'm leaving...

Yes.

The boy will go to

a boarding school.

Yes, Kate called.

We talked about

Noa at home.

He can stay with us

when school's out.

Christmas and holidays and

family weekends or

whatever they call it.

You're a good person.

I can't do anything.

I can't give anything

to anyone.

We can't know that

about ourselves.

Yes...

We can.

Thomas...

Thomas.

Thomas.

Here.

Take my guitar.

I don't want your guitar.

It's something musicians do

when they have faith in someone.

You give him your guitar.

It's a fine guitar

with the most beautiful sound,

of all the guitars I've ever had.

I want you to have it.

I'm going home.

Yes.

I'm not taking you with me.

No.

The boarding school...

Yes?

You'll be happy there.

Much happier than with me.

And on weekends you can stay

with Molly and her family.

You cannot come with me.

That's how it'll have to be.

There, there Noa.

You're a good boy.

You're strong.

Don't forget to eat!

And we'll walk around this way

to the school building.

And there it is.

Your class is at a lesson, so we'll

go put your stuff in your room.

He's looking forward

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