
The Station Agent Page #4
Hey! Olivia!
That was her, right?
I think so.
What was that?
She had to see us, right?
Sh*t.
It's my pop.
We're going to the Mill tonight.
He wants to know
if you want to join us.
Okay.
Really?
Yeah.
Yeah, Good to Go.
Yeah, okay.
Address?
34 Green Pond Road.
Yeah. Name?
Harris.
All right.
Right, okay.
Two of those.
Yeah.
All right.
Yeah. Is that it?
Okay, my delivery boy's
out of the store now,
so it's gonna be
a couple of hours.
Yeah, okay. Bye.
Excuse me.
That delivery for Olivia Harris.
I'll take it to her.
What?
She's a friend of mine,
and I'm...
I'm gonna go that way.
You're gonna have to pay for it.
- Yeah. Sure.
Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I got your groceries.
I was in the store
when you called,
so I thought
I'd bring them over for you.
Thank you.
How much?
How are you?
I'm fine.
How much?
$20.
I got it.
I got it.
Thank you.
Bye.
Can I get you something?
Yeah.
Just a beer.
Anything else?
Getting a jump on happy hour?
No.
I'm waiting for a friend.
Oh. Me, too.
Do you mind if I sit here?
So, I saw you
at the hot dog stand.
I live in the depot.
- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, cool.
You're like that old guy
in the movie
who does the telegraph thing.
Something like that.
Oh.
Hang on.
Hey, where are you?
So you couldn't call?
No, it's fine.
Don't come.
I... no.
Just do whatever
you're gonna do.
No, actually, I met a friend,
and we're having a drink, so...
I'm gonna go.
Oh, my God, he's such a prick.
You want your fries here,
sweetie?
Yeah, thanks.
I'm pregnant.
I haven't told anyone yet.
Even Chris.
I was gonna tell him today.
He's probably gonna freak out.
You don't have to say anything.
I just wanted to say it.
Thank you.
Here.
You can have some of my fries.
"You say
you're brokenhearted"
Where's your friend?
"You can't sleep at night"
I don't know.
Can I give you a ride home?
No, thanks.
Thanks for hanging out.
Sure.
Of course.
Hey, baby.
This your little friend, huh?
F*** you, Chris.
I'm leaving.
Emily.
Emily, wait.
- Get off of me!
- Hey.
Please, don't do that.
This is none of your business,
all right?
You want to get out of my way?
Oh, my God, stop it!
Stop it!
Fin, go! Go!
Just go!
What's that guy's problem?
F***ing freak.
You're such a f***ing prick.
Emily.
What?
Hey.
What's up?
- I brought you some coffee.
- Thanks.
Hey, man, I'm sorry
about last night.
My pop, you see,
he got a little pain,
and so I got nervous, you know.
And I called the doctor.
He's okay, though.
By the time I called the Mill,
you were gone already.
You gotta get a phone, bro.
So, was the Mill fun last night?
Nope.
Any word from Olivia?
- No.
- You wanna do something tonight?
No.
What the f***, man?
I said I was sorry.
What more do you want from me?
I want to be left alone, Joe.
Okay?
That's what I want.
Fine.
Be alone.
Hi, leave a message.
Pick up the phone.
Liv?
Olivia?
Pick up the goddamn phone!
I was just about to knock.
I'm sorry.
No. Come in.
Whoa.
This place is cool.
Can I...
Wow. So, are you
gonna fix this up?
I don't know.
- I suppose so.
- You should.
You could make it really nice.
It's really nice
right now, but...
Where do you sleep?
Couch.
Oh.
So, I just wanted to come by
and say I'm sorry.
Chris can be such an a**hole
when he gets angry,
but he's really not a bad guy.
It's just...
God, it's so nice
and quiet in here.
Everybody's freaking out at my
house about me being pregnant.
I live at home.
I was gonna move in
with Chris, but...
So, did the conductor guy
used to live here?
No. The conductor
worked on the train.
The station agent
worked in here.
Doing what?
A lot of things.
The train brought in the mail.
And the agent delivered it.
They sold groceries.
They cut hair.
Really?
Yeah.
Are you gonna open a salon?
I'm retired, actually.
Aren't you a little young
to be retired?
No.
Dwarfs retire early.
Common fact.
Yeah, lazy dwarfs.
Can I stay here tonight?
Just sleep?
CLEO:
Hey, Fin.
Is that your girlfriend?
No.
Is that other woman
your girlfriend?
You mean Olivia?
Mm-hmm.
No.
I liked her.
Yeah. Me, too.
When is she coming back?
I don't know.
What?!
There is nothing!
There is nothing!
You have no right to say that.
You just show up,
and you tell me this?
I've known you for 17 years!
You've known me
and you don't...
you have no clue?
No, David.
What?
What would be...
What could be
more important than this? What?
How could you do this?
Just go to hell!
Olivia.
Go away.
Are you okay?
I don't want you here, Fin.
Go away.
- Please, Olivia, just...
- Look...
I'm not your f***ing girlfriend
or your mother, all right?
I know that.
- Are you all right?
- You're not a child!
Get off the f***ing porch,
and leave me alone!
"Lay me down"
Two.
Down it slow.
Oh!
Here I am!
Take a look.
Take a look!
"Lay me down..."
Olivia?
Olivia?
Olivia?
- Did you take these?
He's having another baby.
Did you take all of these?
Oh, gosh.
I gotcha, I gotcha.
Come on.
Oh, God, Fin.
I want...
I want...
I want Sam back.
I want him back.
Oh, God.
I want him back.
You can come in now,
Mr. McBride.
Everyone, I want you
to give Mr. McBride
your full attention.
"I am here
to speak about trains.
The first real train
in this country
in 1829.
Does anyone know
what it was called?"
"It was called the Tom Thumb."
"Since that time,
trains have helped make
this country what it is today.
A long time ago,
towns because travel was hard."
Uh, yes?
How tall are you?
Jacob!
I'm, uh... I'm four feet
and five inches tall.
I'm taller than you.
Jacob, come with me.
I'm so sorry.
Be back in a minute.
Such a jerk.
What about blimps?
When?
I'm not sure exactly.
Blimps are cool.
Well, so are trains.
Yeah, well, they're both cool.
Trains and blimps.
Anybody hungry for dessert?
I'm stuffed.
Yeah. Me, too.
There's plenty of food.
We can have it
for lunch tomorrow.
Hey, when were blimps invented?
I have no idea.
Yeah, me neither.
You can go down to the library
and ask that little hottie.
She is cute.
It's the librarian fantasy, man.
Glasses off, hair down.
Books flying.
She doesn't wear glasses.
Well, buy her some.
It's worth it.
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