Tumbledown Page #2
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- Year:
- 2015
- 105 min
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You parasites are done running
Hunter through the rumor mill.
- Got that?
- Oh, boy.
the wrong tree.
If you're talking about magazines,
I agree with you-- they're trash.
- No, I'm writing a book.
- He's writing a book.
Traitor.
Look, and everybody that matters
is going to be in it, okay?
But Hunter Miles
could be its heart and soul.
All right.
Well, you're awfully tenacious,
I'll give you that.
Thank you.
But my husband was a person,
a real man.
And every song he ever wrote
and everything he ever touched is mine.
Got that? Mine.
The end.
Mine.
This crazy widow routine of yours,
does that work on people?
I mean, it seems
a little over the top.
- Sorry. That's too much.
- Yeah.
Andrew:
Sorry. Um, hey, look.
for everything your husband had to say
in those shattering songs, okay?
Those too few so--
where did you get that?
Hey! What are you doing?
Hey! Hey, whoa!
Come here!
Hey! Give that back.
Okay, lady, look.
That's not yours to ruin, okay?
Sorry. One second.
Please, will you give me back
my book?
Are you-- it's like
a snow globe in here.
It's-- a lot of work
went into this, you know?
Go ahead, sir. Please, please.
Are you kidding me?
Who does this?
You make a very lousy
first impression.
You know, there are
many stages of grief.
Oh:
yeah?Hannah's currently
going through vandalism.
Yeah.
Spunky, huh?
Thanks for the warning.
"Lend an open heart
to Hunter's words
and you soon recognize
that these were always
wounded impre--
impre-- imprecations
from some distant remove,
a windswept field of high grass
and dying light,
otherworldly, Elysian."
Ugh. "The man was singing
from transcendence
long before his soul floated
across that deep cold river...
yet he shines with hope.
He pulls you beneath the covers
for a flashlit whisper session...
shining on to who we are,
what we run from...
and who we hope
in our hearts to become."
I'll make other plans
To meet you
On a distant shore
Of your choosing
Be your guiding light
On the horizon...
Hannah on machine:
Hi, I'm not here.
Leave a message.
Andrew:
Okay, look, um,
I just assumed
after a couple of years...
you might be ready to talk about him.
I misjudged that
and I am really sorry.
But your husband means
a lot to me, genuinely.
All right, I'll tell you what.
I'm getting something
to eat at the diner
and then I'm leaving town, okay?
But I-- I really want
my notebook back, man.
Or what's left of it, anyway.
All right.
All I've decided
is that I'll listen to you.
Okay, but it's going to be
the sound of chewing for a minute.
You got 30 seconds.
Make your case.
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