Stranger Than Fiction Page #3
They're letters. To me.
- Are you writing back?
- I don't respond to letters.
And I suppose you smoked
all these cigarettes?
No, they came pre-smoked.
Yeah, they said you were funny.
What do you think about
leaping off a building?
I don't think about
leaping off buildings.
- Yes, you do.
- No. I try to think of nice things.
Everyone thinks about
leaping off buildings.
Well, I certainly don't think about
leaping off of a building.
They say--
I read this in this
fantastically depressing book.
- That when you jump
from a building...
...it's rarely the impact
Well, I'm sure it doesn't help.
There's a photograph
in the book called The Leaper.
It's old, but it's beautiful.
From above the corpse of a woman
who'd just leapt to her death.
There's blood around her head,
like a halo...
...and her leg's buckled underneath,
her arm's snapped like a twig...
...but her face is so serene...
...so at peace.
And I think it's because
when she died...
...she could feel the wind
against her face.
I don't know how to kill Harold Crick.
That's why they sent you.
Yes, to help you.
How are you gonna help me?
You, who never thinks
of leaping off buildings?
What great inspiration
will you bestow on me?
I'll tell you, the quaint ideas
you've gathered...
...in your adorable career
as an "assistant"...
...are to no avail
when faced with killing a man.
I understand.
Do you? I can't just--
As much as I would like to...
Harold Crick off a building.
Miss Eiffel. Kay. I've been
an author's assistant for 11 years.
I've helped more than 20 authors
complete more than 35 books...
...and I've never missed the deadline.
And I have never gone back to the
publisher to ask for more time.
Now, I will be available to you
...until the final punctuation
is embedded on the very last page.
I do not like loud music.
I do not abide narcotics.
And I will gladly and quietly
help you kill Harold Crick.
I had a very interesting little convo
with someone in your section.
Yeah?
They said you were feeling
a little wibbly-wobbly.
Oh, I don't know. I think I'm okay.
Harold, a tree doesn't think
it's a tree...
...it is a tree.
Why was Harold talking to this man?
This man was an idiot.
This man used words like
"wibbly-wobbly" and "convo."
And explained that trees were trees.
Harold knew trees were trees.
I am going to believe you, Harold.
What Harold didn't know
was why he couldn't shake...
... the smell of brownies
from his senses.
Why Ms. Pascal had made
his fingertips quiver and lips go numb.
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