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You might want to read this.
Please tell me it's double spacing. / Unfortunately it's not.
Where did you get that?
A woman named Aline Bernstein, stage designer?
The author is his student.
All publishers here have refused.
Is that good? / Good? No.
But it's unique.
I will see. / Thank you, max. I owe you.
602 towards new canaan, last call!
Good night, pete./ Please go up, mr. Perkins.
A stone, a leaf, an unfounded door...
... From stones, leaves, doors.
And all faces are forgotten.
Who of us knows his brother?
Who of us sees into his father's heart?
Who of us are not forever in prison cells?
Who of us who are not are always isolated and lonely?
Remembering, silently we look for a forgotten great language,
The loss of the road to heaven,
A stone, a leaf, the door is baseless.
Where? When?
Go,
And with a heartbreaking wind,
Soul, come back.
The destiny that guides the English to the Netherlands is quite unnatural...
... But one that guides from epsom to Pennsylvania...
... Then from there to the hill which covers altamont...
... Through the voice of a crow crowing who shouted loudly...
... And the soft smile of an angel...
... That touches the magic of the darkness.
Hello, father!
Hello, kids.
Exercise again.
He doesn't even pay attention to us.
"Don't be afraid of the sun's heat."
"Especially winter fury."
"You only do your worldly duties."
"The residence of deceit disappears, and you pay for it."
"Old men and women..."
Jimmy, I told you, I don't like movies.
I like books.
You don't listen to me.
Take us out into nudity and night again...
... And you have to see it initially di krete 4,000 years ago,
Love that ended yesterday in Texas.
Hello, dad. How do I look?
Beautiful. / The dance party next week.
As fast as this? You are old and not married.
Death in life turns humans into stones.
Changes that reduce the level of our gods.
Hello. Perkins?
Your father doesn't approve mom's drama club.
Father, why don't you want mom to be an actress again?
Because the center of attention is not for women of your mother's age.
Father cruel!
Good, save glamorous life for yourself.
Signing of books, parties and so on,
While we are tormented in the wild.
Do we live in the wild? / Very fun!
We have to carry a knife!
Surely! Guess who will be the pirate captain?
Cecil, have you ever seduced women before?
Really? / No.
Gosh.
You're the most funny person I've ever met.
Wait a minute. What's wrong, little? / I don't know.
What is it, small?
Don't wait ./ 10/11. 10/10.
Cruel.
He listens with full sermon attention in the chapel...
... From a student with a fake mustache.
He has studied with good for exams...
... For one eye studying in college.
At 10.
That's a very long paragraph.
This starts with four pages.
Poor Maxwell.
You're too young to fall in love.
What do you think is the right age to fall in love?
40 years.
Or, I have to say,
He is like a person standing on the edge of a hill beside the city he left behind Instead of saying "the city is near"...
... But instead turned his eyes to a vast field.
Done.
An amazing book.
Can I help you? Look at all of these books.
Have you ever stopped considering the purity of the good side of humans...
... which is poured into every sentence line?
A little agreement on confidence, shouts in the night,
On a cold dark night when mountain winds blow,
With a little hope someone will read, hear and understand...
You must be Thomas Wolfe.
Are all your writers?
Except for tolstoy.
Mr. Perkins.
Please sit down.
I didn't want to come.
I prefer rejection by mail.
There is something quite strange from the familiar sentence,
"We are sorry to tell you..."
But I met you.
The first person to read tn. F. Scott Fitzgerald and said,
"Right! The world needs poets."
"God! Someone must publish this person,"
"'Because the world needs poets."
"If not for what life is?"
And I see this person now.
Congratulations.
Because of finding a genius. Two, if hemingway is included.
But for this person, he will remain diligent.
You can't throw deep roots by cutting the upper stem.
And the roots are very in, tn. Perkins.
And they are not deterred.
Mr. Wolfe, we intend to publish your book.
If you can accept it.
I want to work with you.
For now, "o lost" is too long for one volume.
I think you can shape it a little,
Trims some "top bar" ./ Mr. Perkins.
I know you are not joking. You're not such a person.
But, God, this means a lot to me.
You don't know...
Every publisher in New York hates my book.
Mr. Wolfe, please sit down. Tom./Tom./ Just call Tom.
Tom.
I consider your book to be autobiographical category.
That's right.
Eugene is me!
My mother is eliza, my father is w.O. Gant.
We will discuss it all. / I know it's too long.
You don't know how my efforts are to shorten it.
You don't know how I fought with him.
But I will listen everything you say.
Just tell me.
Tom,
The book is yours.
What I want to just convey your work to the public...
... in the best form.
Task, my job is the only one,
That is to give a good book to the readers.
Thank you, Mr. Perkins.
Scribner's agreed to give you money standard face for royalties.
If this is satisfying, we can continue your work according to your ability.
500 dollars?
Nobody ever considered my writing would be valuable.
God!
Do you mind if we start tomorrow?
Of course.
I promise I will work hard.
God!
I can barely... Gosh. Of course.
"Mr. Wolfe, we intend to publish your book."
No!
Tom!
My angel, thank you. Thank you.
Thank you, my love, my love.
I'm very...
I'm very happy for you.
How many do you think should we edit?
I think about 300 pages.
The number of pages is not important, tells an important story.
That's the problem. Four years of my work.
It's very hard for me to do that.
But I guess that dog dies or eats an ax.
Believe in my words.
The last few weeks working on books...
... really be fun ... ... from all my life sad.
Glad to entertain you.
You spent all your life reading a sheet of books,
As we do,
Until the character appears and speaks deeply to you,
Up to the bone marrow. They are your reflection.
In my case, I dream of being Sydney carton.
or pierre from tolstoy.
But I know it's not myself, even though I really want it.
We are not characters that we want.
We are real characters.
I am caliban.
The island creature,
Large and disabled. Caliban.
So bad. So isolated.
Injured and shunned in poetry.
"What's manhattan besides island full of noise?"
"Sound and clean air..."
"... Which gives pleasure and not pain?"
"Sometimes thousands of instruments that clash..."
"... Will hum in my ear,"
"And sometimes voices..."
"... Who woke me up after a long sleep,"
"Will make me sleep again."
I think about your book, "o lost".
I think we should consider the title.
I'm not sure it's really capturing the essence of your book.
Try to imagine you're a reader.
You enter the bookstore and there are many books,
Then you see a book called "Trimalchio in West Egg"...
... and you see a book called "the great gatsby."
Which one will you choose?
"Gatsby."
That is why Scott changes the original title.
He knows it needs a little attraction.
This is your book, consider it.
We have arrived. / God, max!
This is a big house.
Glad to finally be able to meet, Mr. Wolfe.
Max tells us a lot.
Tom! Just call Tom.
And nice to meet you. You princesses.
or "little princess".
Max keeps a secret about his beautiful daughters.
A beauty of the sea.
Max tells us you are working on a new book.
I'm just a big old octopus.
Octopus.
One arm remains holding "o lost",
While the other one sneaked in the deep sea...
... to write a new book.
I think you can say I'm in the shape of a groan.
What is your new book about?
That's about America.
Everything. I tried catching everything.
Every city and countryside,
Rock, leaves, adults and children.
Every farm and flower, every river.
It's about acetylene torches,
Bright white honesty that burns the hearts of everyone in this country.
And that is the search for the real father.
I mean not a biological father. I'm not talking about sperm.
I seek the needs of a father through our passion.
It's about everything that makes this country big.
It's so big!
Max says the idea that is worth writing is about big ideas.
A great idea, less talk.
You see, I'm lost without it.
Are not we all like that? Do you know I'm a writer?
Really?
Max doesn't tell?
I have been working on performances lately.
It's about Pauline, his sister Napoleon.
A historical figure, isn't it?
It was made to be more modern.
I once wrote staging.
It's not a pleasant experience, I tell you.
I feel it's lacking in color,
Lack of color in prose graft.
So I left it and returned with my novel.
You already have the title for your new book?
Your father and I are considering it.
We are currently thinking of "of time and the river".
"River," because the word reminds me to my father.
The river flows from the source and returns to spin again.
Sounds like a long book.
Don't say that, aline.
See you tomorrow.
Prepare yourself for me.
Good night.
This should be quite comfortable.
See you tomorrow morning.
Max.
Thank you for this evening.
I hope I don't offend anyone.
I really want your family like me.
Don't worry. Of course not. / I'm not a circus animal.
I know I look weird. Too noisy,
Too grandiose, unrealistic.
That's me.
That's how I got out of Asheville, by making noise.
I work my way out.
But I feel like a real person.
So...
From the heart of Caliban, I want to say this.
Throughout my life, until I met you, I never had a friend.
If we succeed in making sure ben's death today,
So we are getting closer to the end.
Aline!
Max. Let me introduce you. This is ny. Bernstein.
How are you? / Mr. Perkins.
Tom told me a lot about you.
He's the first person to say my writing is worth something.
Even he is the reason of our book.
I thank you for that.
We waited for you last night. / I told you...
That makes me shy.
You know I don't like theater business.
And you know I don't want to go alone.
Excuse me... / the actors made me feel awkward.
You know that! I told you won't come.
We will continue this later.
I will come around 2 o'clock Hour 2. Perfect. thanks.
Come on.
Good afternoon, mr. Perkins.
You're really angry with me. / No. I'm not angry with you.
Here it is.
This is our last chance before going to the printing press.
So I ask you once again.
Have you thought about other titles?
You won't like it. / Try it out.
Now I'm selling the best scribner's ,
I think I deserve to feel a little luxury.
Say again, max./ 15 thousand copies this month.
Aline, did you hear that?
Not even the economy in the entire country...
... which touches my feet, can interfere with my book.
You've read the book owned by tom, ny. Bernstein?
Sure, ny. Perkins, it's dedicated to me.
I won't be able to do that without my beloved lover.
He who bought paper and pencil.
Then buy a typewriter. / It's enough.
Stop it. / He gave me residence...
... and food for my stomach.
You know how I like to eat.
You must be very proud with that book,
See all your beliefs paid off.
Our beliefs.
That's our belief now, it's not like that, bro. Perkins?
Tom won't be able to do that without you.
That's not true.
You don't need to be low on me.
Tom talks about your contribution eagerly.
He can't stop talking about you.
"Max says this. Max said that."
Calm down, baby./ "Max, max, max."
No, we must give tn. Perkins compliments too.
After all, he's a genius who realizes your dreams to be real.
He is the person who forms the set of words to be...
Being the best-selling sale on the market,
Giving it to the hands of the readers everywhere.
That's a big win for tn. Perkins.
That's a tom effort. He deserves to enjoy it.
Really? Is that the right thing to get?
Stop disturbing the max. / I don't talk to you,
I talk to your board. You have to learn to trust your administrator.
They know what's best.
They should also act that is appropriate to their age.
Are you Thomas Wolfe?
I read your book. It's masterpiece. / Really?
Very true.
Listen, my friends are very want to meet you.
You don't mind if I take it for a while?
Of course not. / Not at all.
Please first. / Alright. I willow.
Nice to meet you. An honor.
Good night.
This is Thomas Wolfe. / It's an honor for me.
Good night. / Nice to meet you.
You don't know what country mental hospitals are like.
Does not make sense.
I don't have to say it.
It is difficult to explain based on my vocabulary.
One word, nothing else. Does not make sense.
Shouts without stopping and so...
... remote.
They don't have enough toilets.
I can't let Zelda stay in a place like that.
I know.
But private mental hospitals are very expensive...
... and I know "Gatsby" already doesn't make money.
I've run out of ways, max.
Scribner's can't give you a loan anymore.
The post doesn't even want to accept my stories again.
I think I should go back to Hollywood and try again.
I hope you don't do that.
Why? / You're a novelist.
It's no longer.
I should have died when I was 24 years old.
Right after "this side of paradise."
Have you received the book that I sent to you?
Which one? / Memoar general grant.
Do you know how he wrote it?
This is interesting.
He has throat cancer...
... and he wants to leave something for his family,
So he started writing his autobiography.
He works every day for hours.
He is very sick, suffering,
But he keeps writing.
And in the end, he produced very extraordinary books.
Very-Very beautiful.
Just a little encouragement over what you're going through.
I will write you very good book.
I know.
Ny. Perkins.
Ny. Bernstein.
Hello.
Are you designing this production?
Right.
I am with lost boys.
We know some of them, right?
You don't know him when he's still young. He just graduated from Harvard...
... and he is ready to conquer the world.
He is not like most people I have ever met.
I understand.
I don't think you understand.
My husband is a very good person, but he is a colorless person.
He is a stock exchange and figures.
I don't understand the numbers.
You have children, ny. Bernstein? / Yes.
A daughter and a son.
They are adults.
I do stupid things when I fall in love with Tom,
But I can't argue my feelings.
My heart is touched.
At some point in my life...
... when all the beauty has gone away...
... and no one needs me, I met Tom.
And tom makes me feel beautiful again.
But I know I've lost her to your husband.
Ny. Bernstein.
My husband always wants a son...
... more than anything in the world.
We reach the point where we realize it won't happen.
Then then he meets Tom.
I can't let him go.
Aline, go home to your family.
They need you, no.
Family, husband, dignity.
I leave it all for the sake of Tom.
Tom. Enter it
Tom?
I got it.
You got it?
New book.
with you?
Yes.
Let's see.
Bring in.
Put it there.
This is "of time and the river"?
Already all. / Thank you.
Good work.
Now go home and sleep.
I want you... / so I can read it.
... read it carefully. Please?
If we work every day, it must be night when there is no interference,
We can do that.
How long? / Nine months.
If you work hard and if you refrain from adding it.
I have to add it again.
Tom, the book has 5,000 pages.
Understandable.
Now, for starters, on the first page.
Gosh. First page?
Look, you gave 80 pages to eugene...
... at the station just before the the train arrived.
That might make Lily have to work overtime.
I just need to wait for the train.
These three chapters are for me... / this, tn. Perkins.
When he meets the woman, you write this.
"When eugene's eyes become accustomed to smoke..."
"... from cigarettes and cigars that collect like poison,"
"He saw a woman, in wool clothes..."
"... And gloves that creep like live tendrils..."
"... Covering his hand that looks ivory,"
"But now the sunshine starts to emit,"
"Something pink is found in a shell,"
"Seen for the first time by confused zoology..."
"... As if he changed his redness, promised a reddish color."
"That is his arm."
"But his eyes made his breath stop..."
"... and make his heart beat fast."
"Blue is visible."
"Although through a collection of smoke with a long coat..."
"... and a series of pride,"
"He saw his eyes blue bright, like the ocean."
"Very bright blue."
"Blue that can be swept forever..."
"... and won't miss red fire pump..."
"... or yellow corn stalks."
"Across the room,"
"That blue, those eyes,"
"It's devouring, looks gone and never saw it..."
"... And never wanted, and that's for sure."
"Since that time, eugene understood..."
"... What is the meaning of poetry that has been written all this time."
"All souls are lost, lonely and hanging around now are their brothers"
"He knows that love will never be his."
"So fast he fell for him..."
"... Until none of the people in the room heard that voice."
"howls when he falls,"
"The breaking of his broken heart."
"That is a sure silence..."
"... But his life has been destroyed."
End of chapter.
You don't like it?
You know I like it.
That's not the point.
He sees a woman and he falls love for the first time, right?
Does his mind really enter the deep sea?
At that time, yes. / I don't believe that.
I think you fell in love with the picture, not the woman.
So we edit the zoology and the cigar brand.
I will do that. Then pink reflection?
No. No!
The adjective is correct. He is a person who thinks like that.
Red is easy not only pink.
That's thousands of other things. Everything is very important for him.
All variations of the psychological state.
Every picture and sound from each word is important.
That's not true. / It's vital! / Bullshit.
Vital! / You lost the plot.
He falls in love.
What does it feel like when you fall in love for the first time, tom?
What is like "yellow corn stalk" and "long coat"?
It's like a lightning strike. / That is what should happen.
Lightning strike.
Not too complicated.
I understand.
Edit it. Edit it.
OK. We edit the textile.
"He saw a woman..."
Edit. Edit. Edit.
"His eyes that make his breath stop in his throat,"
"That makes the heart beat fast." / No, edit unnecessary words.
"It stops the breath."
"Blue is..." / edit marine life.
"Bright blue like the sea." / Cliche.
"Bright blue like..." / like no there are other things besides blue.
"Blue that he can swim forever and never miss..."
Edit this. / Then proceed with...
Are there blue ones? Are there eyes like that?
No need for rhetoric. Why?
It's not a lightning strike, it's a deviation.
"Very blue..." no!
His eyes are blue. / Better.
And edit.
The man is worthless, the woman is everything.
She is the woman across the room. That's enough.
So, edit "lost souls and roam..."
Edit, "so fast he fell to him..."
"... Until no one in the room hears his voice,"
"The roar he fell, jingled..."
Rumble, clatter. Is that important?
What did you hear when you fell in love?
What did you hear? Clanging?
The point is, it's all happening in his mind.
His life changed, no one in the room noticed anything.
So make the point of that. / I don't like the direction of the sentence!
Maybe this is the big question,
A book is filled with so many prose,
Why are these moments so different?
Because it's simple. / Straightforward.
Like lightning.
Present in the dark sky with as is.
Exactly.
Gosh!
All up!
Line 12, west train track power departs from line 12.
"Eugene sees a woman."
"His eyes are so blue."
"So fast he fell to him..."
"... Until none of the people in the room heard his voice."
Point. End of chapter four.
Only 98 pages left!
I love you, Max Perkins!
Together francis and eugene in paris.
Exactly! As if you were crossing Atlantic.
"Adjust eugene disorientation."
He doesn't know if the woman has never seen him,
If the love won't be hers. How can he know that?
Just a moment, he knows. / How?
"Fine images bloom from dusk."
Tom, we have discussed the transition line.
One line to bridge edits.
You gave me 50 pages new about the doctor.
You gave me his life story and the story of his father's lifetime.
I like this doctor figure. / So do I.
I admire it. But, God, 50 pages?
Some books are indeed should be long, you know ?!
Thank God Tolstoy never met you.
If not, we will have a novel great "war and woe,"
Being a novelist, you have to choose.
You have to form and carve. / Why?
Because we have been working for 2 years and this book is 100 pages shorter.
I just ask for peace just a minute!
Can you give me time?
Gosh!
This is the tip of the iceberg, Tom. You give me one whole iceberg.
So you say it's rubbish, it's rubbish...
You know this will happen.
Why are you pretending don't know?
Because I didn't think you would be this bad,
You become so selfish.
I can't leave work . Aline...
This is what I do. This is my job.
And this is my job.
When will you learn how the importance of opening night for me?
Is this good?
You look beautiful. Can you please wear a scarf...
... to cover your shoulders when you enter? thanks.
This is an important night for me. I want you here.
I have to work tonight.
You've worked every night for the past two years.
Do you know what feels like going home...
... to an empty apartment every night? - Listen,
I don't say your work is not important.
Of course you think so!
I only asked for one night.
Overnight from your time it's valuable to be by my side...
... and support me.
You don't understand.
We are in a crisis moment radical... / stop it!
... with my book! / Stop!
I've never seen you when I wasn't at the point...
... radical crisis about something.
You really have to be on stage.
Max said if we tried... / it was him. "Max said!"
"Max suggests! Max instructs!"
He can get you every day for a week...
... but I need you tonight.
So, please, can you take it off the stage, go home...
... then use the blue suit and I will pick you up at 7.
I won't be there.
Choose your choice, tom.
Right now.
This shouldn't happen, baby.
Right now.
See what you have done to me.
He is under pressure.
If we don't continue now,
I don't know what will happen to him.
You carry a large basket? / Also a thermos.
Thank you.
You have to think like what it feels like to be him.
The first book came out, everyone called him a genius.
The expectation for the second book is very large.
He is scared. That's why he can't stop writing.
Why don't you explain it to your daughter-daughter? / Louise.
They want their father back. / This is my job, this is what I did.
Every minute and every day?
And if this takes a year, that is what will happen.
You won't be able to get this time back.
This is only one vacation!
Louise, a writer like Tom, only I get once in a lifetime.
So is life daughter-daughter.
I'm sorry.
Waving to children.
We leave, children!
You are ready for the adventure our big one?
Close your door, honey.
You have to stop too worrying about Louise,
They will return before you realize.
Tom, where are we going?
You will see.
We should work.
This is work.
I think you won't be able to appreciate music from my book,
Tone and rhythm,
Without experiencing a dark rhythm that inspires me.
Bourbon! Big glass. / You?
Martini, please. Without ice.
Give him bourbon./ All right.
Do you hear that, max? / I don't really care about music.
There is a great demand for your _ cruelty and puritan spirit.
Come on!
There must be songs you like
Flow gently, sweet afton.
I like flow gently, sweet afton.
You got it, sir.
Two bourbon, gentlemen.
The point is about jazz, that is if they are artists.
They interpret songs,
Leaving music in, riff for riff,
Just like me with words.
No matter the standard form.
Don't care about flaubert and henry james.
Be original.
Run a new road.
That's the real badness of gorillas.
Gorilla ugliness. Certain.
That.
That henry james for you.
It's comfortable and familiar, right?
What is that?
Sounds ugly gorillas come towards us, right?
That's the Tom Wolfe!
Feel, max!
I see your feet move.
I see your knee move.
Come on, max! Feel it!
Good.
Do you see the two women over there?
Slowly. Max, slowly.
Who is in the bar?
Come there and greet him.
Come on! Let's have fun. / I can't.
They are comfort women, max. That doesn't count.
Yes, Tom, that includes.
You don't mind if I... / no.
I never knew when to stop, right?
Three bourbon! / Okay. / One, two, three.
And you too.
I see you looking at me.
Don't worry, I won't leave you.
I want you both. Understand?
Let's drink.
I tell you one thing, my friend.
You won't do this on hemingway.
You won't do this on fitzgerald,
Not to both of your holy cows!
Every word they write is gold genius! / Stop it!
I pour directly from my heart...
... and you said it didn't fit. / It's enough. Go home.
What? / Go home. Sleep.
No, no, no.
I'm sorry.
Please don't tell me to go home. Let me go home with you.
We can still get to 9:02.
No, I'm tired and you're drunk.
We will continue tomorrow. No.
You hear him, tom.
Go home.
I will pay a taxi.
What are you doing here?
I can make you dinner. I will pay that too.
Go from here. I am working.
Mr. Perkins has told you to stop working tonight,
So, come on, come with me.
Ny. Bernstein... / don't touch me!
Gosh. / You stay there. / For god's sake, Aline!
Ayo./Aline.
You don't want to see me?
Good!
Alright!
You will never see me again. / Aline.
What are you doing?
Aline!
No! / Stop.
Vomit! / No!
Vomit! / No. / Spit out the medicine!
Vomit the medicine! Quickly vomit.
Never mind, aline. My love.
My love, my angel. Stop it.
Alright...
Show me you're strong, baby.
Look at me!
Show me your strength.
Come on.
OK. Come on. That is right.
OK.
Mr. Perkins...
I know things like this never happen here...
... on the fifth floor. I am sorry.
It's OK. I excuse me.
Wait. I immediately go there.
No, tom, it's ok. / Give me a minute.
I met you at home.
OK.
You're right about editing.
Sorry I was stubborn.
Don't you think you should go home with you. Bernstein?
He is just a little overdone.
Well, we forget about editing.
Let's continue to Eugene in London.
"He thought of thick fog in London with the same joy,"
"With a strong white spice beer, he can go somewhere there,"
"With the Square and the ancient court..."
Father!
Fast. Hi, daddy./ Hello, children.
Father, I catch rainbow trout. Nine inches!
Help your younger siblings.
You won't believe the amount...
Maxwell, come on.
Tom.
Tom!
It's finished.
Done? / Stop writing.
Collect all your paper then bring it to the office tomorrow.
Can you do that?
Can you do that? / Yes.
We completed editing this month.
We enter the printing press in April.
We are orderly in October.
Look at me and say, yes.
Yes.
Damn.
I will go on vacation.
Maybe Europe.
I don't want to be here when the review comes out.
What?
There is one paragraph that I want to add to the book.
Gosh! / I have to enter. / If you add paragraph, it will be difficult.
One paragraph will lead to two, then it will take another year.
Can I read to you?
This is placed on the front page.
"This book is dedicated to maxwell evarts perkins."
"A brave and honest person..."
"... Who stays with in writing this book..."
"... Past difficult times Asaan's decision."
"The author hopes..."
"... This book will prove his trust."
I hope you don't do that.
Why? / Editor must remain anonymous.
And also,
There is always fear if I am considered to damage the shape of your book.
People will say it's not as it should...
... when you first brought it.
"War and peace".
Not just "war" / max.
That is how the editor should be.
Do we really make books better?
Or just make it different?
Morning, Perkins.
Nn, wyckoff, where we can find it. Wolfe right now?
He is in Paris, sir.
"The review is very good. Full of praise."
"Congratulations, you once again succeeded. Max."
"I can face facts unreasonable better..."
"... Instead of cursed uncertainty."
"Tell me the true truth, damn it!"
"Tom."
"Talking everywhere as a very important book."
"Always compared to great writers."
"Even James Joyce."
"Sure, Joyce hopes she's so good."
"Must hurry five editions of books."
"Thirty thousand copies."
"There has never been a book that was printed that much."
"They call you a genius again, I hope God helps you."
"Go home soon. Max."
Ny. Bernstein.
Mr. Perkins.
What can I do for you?
Exactly, what can I help for you, mr. Perkins.
I see tom dedication new book for you.
He dedicates his first book to me, if you remember.
That's a beautiful feeling.
But what he really wants to say is, "thank you and goodbye."
I've got the for my suit.
And now, you feel it.
"Thank you and congratulations stay, Mr. Perkins."
Dear, ny. Bernstein,
You really don't understand my relationship with tom.
And to see that... / he made you do something...
... which you never did. He released you.
And when you start joining with that,
He will leave you.
And you will never feel so alive again.
Sorry, ny. Bernstein. I know it's hard for you.
Whatever pain he caused to you,
I hope he doesn't want to.
Can you give me the address in Europe?
He asks me not to do it.
Can you tell me when he came home? / I don't think so.
So,
I no longer exist.
I've been edited.
I have not decided who I will shoot.
Tom, myself...
... or you.
Do you have a suggestion?
Suicide seems a little extreme.
And killing tom won't help a lot.
So I guess that leaves me.
I think so too.
You are too much in this situation, bro. Bernstein.
We'll see, bro. Perkins.
I am sorry for what will happen to you.
I really mean it.
Enjoy your time with Tom while you can, because after him...
There will be great silence.
Max! / Tom!
Nice to see you, tom.
We have to talk. Taxi is waiting.
No! Taxis can carry things - My goods.
Do not use taxis, trains, buses or motorized vehicles.
I should walk. I must feel my country again.
You go first. / Thank you, sir.
You don't know how much I miss you.
I also miss you, tom, but this is important.
Aline came to my office and she brought a gun.
Real gun.
Fuck him. I've been away for a long time,
We must celebrate the return of I am to the biggest country...
... with all things american.
I have to eat sausages and walk in the city...
... then drink good alcohol.
I mean, can someone do that?
Write the whole story of his life honestly?
Honesty? Like proust, without all coatings.
Now, "of time and the river" stops when I meet Aline.
I have to write the question next.
He won't like it. / He definitely likes that!
That will make him immortal.
Max, look at this.
What happened to our country, max?
This is very reckless / What?
What do I do? Writing book.
They never read.
Telling my story as if it was important to them.
These people are starving.
Hey, come with me.
Come on.
That's right. / This will be worth it, I promise.
Am I ever lying to you?
This is generally categorized as as breaking in.
Let's do an adventure.
Damn!
I don't believe this.
Why are we here?
Here is where I first stayed times when I came to New York.
Here where I write "look homeward, angel."
I always come here every evening...
... and look into the city...
... then dreaming like what my life will be,
Until stars appear.
Stars in the sky.
Light in buildings.
All that light.
All life force.
You're not reckless, tom.
I think back to caveman,
Our ancestors will curl up around the fire at night...
... then the wolf howled in the dark, right towards the light.
Then someone will start talking.
And he will tell a story,
So we don't feel afraid in the dark.
I think I should see the proof when I return.
Is that permissible?
How long?
If I'm not shot, a few months.
I tell you, Spain when is ready to act.
You have already made war books.
No, this time it's not about war.
This is far from that, I'm afraid.
The war is coming.
Should you be there?
I have to be somewhere.
I have to feel lucha por la vida, you know?
"Struggle for life." What else is there?
Lift the fish. We want to take photos.
Okay, you hear him.
So,
What is the condition of great people from Asheville?
He is writing a new book.
Have you read "of time and the river?"
Trash.
The child really has severe delusional importance.
And he talks too much with the media.
Have him shut up and keep using his pencil.
You know Tom, he's a passionate person.
Bullshit. He starts to believe what people say about him.
The same thing happened to fitzgerald.
Most hear him a great person through letters,
He starts to believe that.
Then he must live accepting that, then stop writing.
Tom will continue to write, it is in his blood.
They say the same thing about Scott five years ago.
The most elegant writer I've ever known.
Now that bastard doesn't even say can put together five sentences...
... to save his own life.
You know Tom will soon leave you.
I don't think so.
You don't think the bastards at Harper's & Macmillan...
... still not pouring poison into his ears?
Tom won't listen.
You see the dedication given at "in time and the river."
I see it.
It's more or less like a tombstone.
Come on. Let's take a photo with your catch.
I will frame it then send it to you.
Our daughter becomes a police officer at Vassar. He...
He seems to have an interest in drama.
He might become an actress.
He wants to talk about that with you, louise.
With pleasure.
That must be tom. Let me open.
That's tom, baby. He came here to meet you.
Fast, maxwell! Let me in.
Tom, calm down. Where's Scott?
You should put off to drink.
I have to meet Scott.
Tom.
Scott. Scott! / Tom! Look at me.
Zelda has just left the hospital and her condition is not healthy,
So don't mess it up.
Listen to yourself. I'm not a rough mechanic.
Scott! You're an old bastard. Tom!
I try to say that at max. I mean...
Tell me, Scott. What...
Does he often pressure you?
He doesn't force me to do anything.
Does he "suggest" to you to try harder?
We are different writers, Tom.
Why is that?
I didn't write a long book.
Can't or can't? / Tom! / Just say, scotty.
No need to be embarrassed because writes short,
Even though I thought you were already far behind.
I mean, come on. Will you write a novel again?
Max, I heard you finally went fishing with ernest.
Right, in the deep west sea.
Don't ignore me. / It's enough.
Don't pretend I'm not here. Gosh!
I know you can't write sentences for years.
Don't blame me for that.
Come on, stand up! / What? Why?
You better go. Where do we go? Come out. Why?
It's okay, baby, it's okay. Calm down. It is okay.
You should tell him to put his wife somewhere...
... then go back to work.
He might get through it.
Maybe not a complete book,
He must still have remaining talent.
Fading majesty, I think you will mention it.
Or he mentioned it.
But that... / can you shut up?
That still amazes me.
After all this time, how cruel you are.
I'm just being honest. / Have you ever...
... just once imagined what was it like for Scott?
Why do I have to think so?
How many words do you write today?
What? / How many words do you write today?
Maybe 5,000. / Scott might write 100.
If it's a good day. If it's a good day.
And he has to write as many as you do.
He struggles in every word.
So he has to fight again. / His wife's condition worsens!
No one cares what he writes or even remembers again.
Can you imagine what it feels like?
Don't blame me for his weaknesses!
It makes me sick to see you so cruel.
So I make you disappointed once more.
Very.
I'm sorry it's not quite appropriate...
... for your fancy dinner party and your great friends.
But before you drag me out of the wooden warehouse,
I think you should see who gave the lesson.
Do I have to grow up like you?
No, Tom, but you who are supposed to be adults.
How dare you...
You, from everyone. You, from everyone!
You are nothing but a coward!
Stuck in that small office.
Every beauty makes you amazed.
You don't know anything is needed to feel alive!
You don't know what it's like it feels like it's awaken...
... and holding life every day and fighting for it.
You really fear for life.
There are other ways to live!
That is loving your children and seeing them grow properly.
Support your family.
Do important work and give it to others.
Enough is enough. No, I already made you offended ... because I told myself if you deserve it.
If your work is valuable.
But God helps you through the person who loves you, Tom.
Because of all your words and millions of your beautiful words,
You don't know anything about what it means to feel alive.
To look into the eyes of others and feel the pain.
I hope you will know one day.
And maybe all of your words will be worth five times that of Scott.
Max thinks he created me. You know that?
Like pygmalion.
He thinks he can find clay carolina...
... then form it into me.
They even said I couldn't write my own book.
They say I can't write my own book.
That's all because of the smart editing max and .
I hear that wherever I go.
Will I not get lost without max?
What can I do without the great maxwell perkins?
So finally he dumped you.
Good for him.
You will not believe how many the harper's people...
... offer me to my new book.
That's it.
I say no to them.
You said they were "possible".
You say maybe to everyone.
And now you have to say yes to them.
I think of traveling.
Holidays. Buy a used car then drive.
Maybe see California.
Seeing the sunrise in the regions.
Why don't you join?
I'm serious.
Let's leave and have fun again.
You and me. Like it used to be.
You and me...
As if nobody else in the world.
We are in a private cathedral our own.
Doesn't that sound like an important trip?
You need to spend alone time.
I'm a writer.
What I need is time out.
No, you spend with your characters.
You have never been alone.
First you have your family, then you have me, then there is max.
You have to spend time alone.
You have to see how you will live your life.
You make me hurt.
You will make the max hurt.
You better not hurt others anymore.
Humans are not fiction.
You don't know what I've been through...
... to be like myself now.
So I can see you and don't feel anything.
You know the way out.
Last time I saw my father,
I stand in the train window,
When going to college in the north.
He looks getting smaller and smaller...
... as we are far apart,
Until I can't see it anymore.
The train takes me to my life.
Passing proof and through rivers.
And the river always flows.
Sometimes they flow away from my father...
... and sometimes they flow back to the door.
I have to prove it can do that alone.
Then prove it.
Scott.
I know it's been a long time, but I apologize.
I'm really rude.
I don't blame you if you slam the door before me.
I really regret talking like that to you and zelda.
Please, say you forgive me.
Believe it or not, I also feel drunk.
Thank you.
I failed a little as screenwriter.
I can't make it become quality.
Although it requires practice great experience.
I like meeting with you, Scott.
I've been going erratically a few months.
Don't have someone to talk about my work.
Works. / With whom else do I have to talk?
In addition to people who create something that is eternal.
Most importantly, I have difficulty with that.
"Inheritance."
Does anyone care about Thomas Wolfolf 100 years from now? 10 years?
When I'm young, I ask the same thing every day.
Now, I ask, "Can I write one good sentence?"
Why are you saying that? Don't you want to be remembered?
"this side of paradise" printing has just stopped,
For the first time after 18 years.
Next "gatsby." / That won't happen.
Do you know how much I made from last year's "gatsby" royalties?
2 dollars and 13 cents.
But I don't mind. I'm trying now.
My neighbor is a radio actress.
He often practices shouts and laughs.
That's a little unsettling.
Laughing exercises are worse, believe me.
There is a talk with the max recently? / Don't talk about the max.
Why not, tom?
I know he's your friend, but you don't know anything.
He made me paralyzed.
He changes the shape of my book.
He already acknowledged that. And then...
... he tried to take all praise for my success.
That's not true. Do you know how big you hurt him?
We hurt each other.
Don't reverse facts, tom.
You don't know what he did to me.
What did he do to you? What did he do?
He manifests your dreams to be real.
He gives you a career. Life.
That. Scribner's ultimate word. I wish you more.
He believes in you while other people don't.
He poured all his hopes and dreams on you.
All things he never did, all books he never wrote.
And now you're replying with rude and bad accusations.
You should be ashamed of yourself!
The man is very extraordinary towards friendship...
... and you've wasted it.
There will be a day when you are not as successful as now.
Hopefully it's still a long time ago.
Why hurt someone who always walks with you?
Father?
Hello, honey.
Why don't you ever come back?
Nancy.
Tom needs time for himself.
Will he come back?
I don't think so.
Tom is a person who needs to determine his own way of life.
Is he angry with us? / No, honey.
Sometimes people just just leave.
They must grow up, then leave the house.
That will happen to you too.
Poor daddy. I miss him too.
Just like that, bring the father of the book.
"The fate that guides the English to the Netherlands is quite strange..."
"... But one that guides from epsom to Pennsylvania..."
"... Then go from there to the hill which covers altamont..."
"... Through the sound of crows a loud chicken..."
"... and a gentle smile of angels,"
"Touching magic darkness night..."
"... Who makes a new miracle in the dust of the world."
"Every moment is 40,000 years old."
"The days of victory, passing, buzzing at the house of death..."
"... And every event is window from every time."
"And like a missing person in the opposite night,"
"He thought of the riches of the desert grass in his youth,"
"Corn,"
"Tree pl"
"... and ripe wheat."
"Why is it here?"
"Go!"
Mr. Perkins, you got a call.
From his mother Tom.
Ny. Wolfe?
Who ever heard of such things?
Brain tuberculosis.
Does not look real.
To be carried by strangeness and something sudden?
They try their best.
Who receives praise?
Who received praise, now?
Why?
If he has to end here, from all places.
When tom passed out in the west,
They brought it here for surgery.
They say this is the best place. Here at baltimore.
His father died at home the same pain,
Right across the hall.
As if the whole life tom leads to his father,
Like a river, return to his father.
The surgeon says his brain is full of tumors.
A myriad of tumors.
That's what the doctor said,
"Myriad."
I guess Tom will like that.
There is nothing they can do.
Doctors say this is only a matter of weeks.
Maybe you can come back to consciousness, or maybe not.
No, you stay with Nancy. You have to get him ready.
He always likes Tom.
The plural of "myriad" is "millions,"
Mr. Wolfe?
Pencil.
No, no. Wolfe, sorry, for a moment. I will call the doctor./Pencil.
Afternoon, mr. Perkins.
Afternoon, James.
Dear Max,
I got a hunch.
And I want to write these words for you.
I've made a long trip and come to a strange country...
... And I see people darkness is very close.
I guess I'm not too afraid of him.
But I really want to live.
I want to see you again.
Because of all the sadness and regret...
... And all that is not I've ever told you,
For all the works I have to do.
I feel like a large window has been opened in life.
And if I go through this,
I wish God to be a better person...
... and can fix that with you.
But most importantly,
I want to tell you, no matter what happens,
I will always feel you...
... Like I felt in November...
... When you pick me up at the harbor...
... Then we go to the top of the building...
... As well as all strangeness and glory...
... And the power of life is below.
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