The Lucky One Page #4

Synopsis: Logan is a marine serving in Iraq. While there, he finds a photo of a girl with "keep safe" written on the back. He is admiring it when his unit is attacked. He survives and credits the photo for saving him. He tries to find the owner but can't, assuming he was killed. When he goes back to the States, he finds it difficult to adjust and is still haunted by what happened. Analyzing the photo, he finds in the background a landmark that tells him she is in Louisiana. He then goes there and finds her. He learns her name is Beth. He tries to tell her what happened but can't get the words out. She assumes he's there to apply for the job they advertised looking for someone to help at her family's business, a dog kennel. He says yes but at first she gets an uneasy feeling from him but her grandmother decides to give him a chance. It isn't long that he makes a connection with her son. He then discovers that it was her brother who had the picture only he doesn't remember him. He sees that her br
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Scott Hicks
Production: Warner Bros. Pictures
  5 wins & 7 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.5
Metacritic:
39
Rotten Tomatoes:
20%
PG-13
Year:
2012
101 min
$60,443,237
Website
3,313 Views


Keith?

Danny.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Put that down.

You know y'all were doing 50

through town?

Like hell we were.

Keith put you up to this, didn't he?

- Didn't he?

- Beth, you need to go home.

- Let's just say it never happened.

No.

- Sorry.

No, it's me that's sorry.

Well, that's as clean as it'll ever be.

Please go.

Sh*t.

Ben.

You know, you should read this when

I'm done. I think it could really help you.

Who says I need any help?

My undefeated record.

Is that so?

- Guess you're looking for Mom.

- What makes you think that'?

She's in the barn.

Ben?

Light.

What are you--?

I just wanted to stop by

and make sure you're okay.

You just wanted to stop by?

- How mysterious.

- Okay.

I wanted to see you.

Mom.

What is it, sweetie?

The ice cream is melting.

Can I just eat it?

Just put it in a bowl first.

Okay.

Feel like some ice cream?

Come on. Yeah.

Let's see what you got.

Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah. Now it-- Perfect.

Show me.

Come on. Yeah.

Champion.

Go ahead, say it.

Say what?

Don't be shy.

You know you want to.

"I told you so." There. Feel better?

So you were right.

Only thing is, it's not gonna work out.

No guy could ever be this good.

They never are.

Eventually, it will end.

Things will get awkward.

He'll quit, Ben will be

heartbroken, it will be my fault.

Yeah. And he'll grow up hating you.

He'll move far away, he'll never call.

I'll be dead and you'll be alone.

Forever.

Pick a card, any card.

Tell me when to stop.

Stop.

I know. Just the turkey things, right

on the counter next to the fridge, I think.

Impressive trick.

I'm gonna grab this from you.

Excuse me.

What the hell's he doing here?

Ben invited him.

It's his party.

You think I don't know what's going on

around here?

I don't think I like you seeing him.

Well, you don't have a say in it.

I certainly have a say

in who my son sees.

And if I was to say that his mom's

unhealthy relationship...

with some crazy drifter...

was creating an unstable

environment for my boy...

I don't think there's a judge in the world

who'd disagree with me.

Certainly not in this town.

He wants you out of my life.

I can't risk losing Ben.

I'm sorry, Beth.

I didn't come here to make things

harder for you.

You don't know what I'm dealing with.

I do know that you deserve

better than this.

How you doing? You want a ride?

What do you want?

I wanna get you a job.

You gotta be tired of cleaning up

dog sh*t by now. Ha-ha-ha.

I know some people.

I could make a couple calls...

and get you something worthy

of a veteran.

What do you think?

You don't know who you're dealing with.

I know exactly who I'm dealing with.

I've known guys like you my whole life.

You think a gun and a badge

and a name make you something.

- You better watch your mouth.

- I'm done talking to you.

So are you planning to let him

bully you all your life?

Excuse me?

You heard me.

You know, sacrificing everything in life

for our children is...

It's not selfless. It's...

Well, it's ridiculous.

I am doing the best that I can.

Really?

Ooh. The power of earth.

- Hey.

- You need some help?

Yeah. Grab that rag and start

at the back. I'll meet you in the middle.

Hey. We're gonna have some pizza

tonight if you wanna stay for dinner.

You know what, Keith?

That's not gonna work anymore.

I figured it out. You don't want full custody

any more than I want you to have it.

You can try and take him,

but I will fight you.

I will fight you and your family's lawyers.

- Okay, calm down.

- I am a damn good mother.

Okay, just...

You know that.

Everybody knows that.

You wanna go back to court,

you just tell me when.

Otherwise, you stay the hell out of my life.

Why did you come here?

To find you.

Aah. Come on.

Sh*t. Damn Mary Carlson fell

and broke her wrist, bless her heart.

Fifty cents to the swear jar, Nana.

Who's gonna play for the choir now?

- Probably sound better without her.

- You could do it.

- I could.

- Could you?

- Maybe.

- Maybe? It's only a few hymns.

- I'm gonna need your help.

- No way.

I can't do it alone, though.

I said I don't wanna do it.

- Hey, can I join you?

- Sure.

What if I screw up?

That's the best part about

performing in a church.

Forgiving audience. Right?

I can't get up there alone.

I need you to be the guy next to me.

What do you mean?

It's how Marines work.

We watch each other's backs.

You don't worry about yourself.

You think about the guy next to you.

All right?

All right.

How many moves do I have left?

You're done.

Let's move. Come on.

Hey, hey. Give it.

Come on, come on. Hey.

And o'er

Jesus, Jesus

Precious Jesus

For grace

To trust Him more

And now, we'll have

a special musical offering.

- He's so scared.

- He can't play that.

He can play.

You know, I had no idea

he could play like that.

I'm gonna have him play my victory song

come November.

- He'll be ready.

- Thank you.

I was wondering if you've found anybody

to take over for Julie's class next semester.

I don't know. Have I?

I'll call you tomorrow.

Keith. Hey, Keith.

Remember I told you about that guy

showing Beth's picture around?

- Yeah, so?

- Yeah, so, that's the guy.

I wanna run home with Zeus.

What's up?

- What do you want now, Keith?

- I gotta talk to you.

It's Sunday night.

Can't this wait?

No, Beth. Look, this is just

strictly police business.

Come on, Keith.

Where did you get that?

Your boy Logan had it.

I take it you didn't give it to him.

This was Drake's.

He didn't wander into town by chance,

Beth.

He came here to find you.

When he first got here,

he was asking all around about you...

showing that picture to everybody.

You know what they said

about friendly fire...

No.

I'm not accusing anyone.

I'm just saying that a guy like that...

No friends, no people, just shows up here

with something so personal?

I mean, now, that just don't

smell right to me.

I've seen stalkers,

I've seen how they think.

And once they fixate on somebody...

they're capable of anything.

- Where did you get this?

- I found it.

This was Drake's. He took it

everywhere with him. He told me.

- Listen to me.

- No, you listen to me.

You didn't come here by accident.

You came here to find me.

I know I should have told you.

I tried. I didn't know how.

Try telling me now.

Move! Move, move, move!

It was in the morning...

after a night raid.

I just found it.

In the middle of nowhere.

I tried to find out who lost it.

I never stopped trying,

but nobody claimed it.

Finding something like that...

in a war...

was like finding an angel in hell.

So I kept it with me.

Then I survived a lot of things.

Things that I had no right to.

I promised myself that if I made it out...

I would find that girl...

and thank her...

for saving my life...

when others weren't so lucky.

But I couldn't find the words.

How do you explain something that you

can't even understand yourself?

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