怦然心动.英文剧本.Script of FLIPPED

2021年1月26日发(作者：vin)










SCRIPT OF
FLIPPED


BRYCE: All I ever wanted
was for Juli Baker to leave me alone.
It all began in the summer of 1957,
before the start of second grade.
STEVEN: Here we are.
PATSY: Ha, ha.
- What do you guys think?
LYNETTA: I like this place.
BRYCE: It's cool.
LYNETTA: Uh, what color is my room?
Just you wait.
BRYCE: Let's see what's inside.
STEVEN: Hey, come on, buddy Bryce.
Why don't, uh, you and I
go help unload the van...
...and the womenfolk here
can get in the kitchen and start setting up.
Okay, Dad.
BRYCE: For me, it was the beginning
of what would be...
...more than half a decade of
strategic avoidance and social discomfort.
- Hi, I'm Juli Baker.
- Hey, hey, what are you doing?
Don't you want some help?
No. There's some
valuable things in there.
- How about this one?
- No, no, no.
Run home. Your mother's
probably wondering where you are.
Oh, no, my mom knows where I am.
She said it's fine.
BRYCE: It didn't take long to realize
this girl could not take a hint.
- It's crowded in here with three people.
- I don't mind.
BRYCE: Of any kind.
- You wanna push this one together?
Bryce, isn't it time for you
to go help your mother?
Huh?
Oh, yeah.
BRYCE:
I mean, nothing would stop her.




I was about to tell her to get lost
when the weirdest thing happened.
I couldn't believe it.
There I was holding hands
with this strange girl.
- How did I get into this mess?
PATSY: Well, hello.
- I see you've met my son.
- Uh-huh.
BRYCE: Finally, I did the only manly
thing available when you're 7 years old.
[BELL RINGING]
However, my troubles were far from over.
The minute I walked
into Miss Yelson's classroom...
Bryce? You're here.
BRYCE:
...it was clear:
School would not be a sanctuary.
[CHILDREN LAUGHING]
Hey, Bryce, where's your girlfriend?
BRYCE:
I was branded for life.
Hey, Bryce,
why don't you ask her to marry you?
GIRLS [SINGING]:
Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree
K-l-S-S- l-N-G
BRYCE:
My first year in town was a disaster.
GIRL:
Look at them.
BRYCE:
And the next three weren't much better.
But finally, in the sixth grade,
I took action.
I hatched the plan.
Sherry.
Sherry, wait up.
Hi, Bryce. Heh.
BRYCE:
I asked out Sherry Stalls.
I was wondering if you wanted to go...
BRYCE: To full appreciate
the brilliance of this plan...
...you have to understand
that Juli hated Sherry Stalls...
...though I never understood why.
Sherry was nice, friendly
and she had a lot of hair.
At first, my mother wouldn't let me
get my ears pierced, but I begged...
BRYCE: The idea was that Sherry
would eat with me...
...maybe we'd walk around together,
and hopefully Juli would lose interest.
But I still can't get the hoops till I'm 16.
Oh, that's a shame.
So Melanie wanted to get her ears pierced,
but of course her mother said no.
So she threw a fit and smashed
her Johnny Mathis Greatest Hits album...
[LAUGHS]
...and she got grounded, so now she can't
come to my pajama sleepover party.
BRYCE:
Things were unfolding quite nicely.
What are you doing
for your science project?
BRYCE: That is, until my supposed
best friend, Garrett Einbinder...
...took an interest in Sherry himself.
I was thinking of showing how split ends
react with different hair conditioners.
That's fascinating.
BRYCE: Loyalty gave way to desire
and Garrett, the turncoat...
...told Sherry what I was up to.
SHERRY:
Jerk.
BRYCE:
She didn't take it well.
Word got back to Juli, and pretty soon
she started up with the goo-goo eyes again.
Only this time it was worse.
She started sniffing me.
That's right, sniffing me.
What was that all about?
My only consolation
was that next year would be different.
Junior high, bigger school.
Maybe we'd be in different classes
and it would finally, finally be over.
JULl:
The first day I met Bryce Loski, I flipped.
It was those eyes,
something in those dazzling eyes.
You wanna push this one together?
JULl: His family had just moved
into the neighborhood...
...and I'd gone over to help them.
I'd been in the van all of two minutes
when his dad sent him off to help his mom.
I could see he didn't wanna go.
So I chased after him to see if we could
play a little before he got trapped inside.
The next thing I know,
he's holding my hand...
...and looking right into my eyes.
My heart stopped.
Was this it?
Would this be my first kiss?
- But then his mother came out.
- Well, hello.
JULl: And he was so embarrassed,
his cheeks turned completely red.
I went to bed that night thinking
of the kiss that might have been.
I mean, it was clear he had feelings for me,
but he was just too shy to show them.
My mother said boys were like that.
- So I decided to help him out.
- Bryce? You're here.
[CHILDREN GIGGLING]
JULl: I would give him plenty
of opportunity to get over his shyness.
By the sixth grade,
I'd learned to control myself.
Then Sherry Stalls entered the picture.
Sherry Stalls was nothing but a whiny,
gossipy, backstabbing flirt.
All hair and no substance.
And there she was...
...holding hands with Bryce. My Bryce.
The one who was walking around
with my first kiss.
My solution was to ignore her.
I knew a boy of Bryce's caliber...
...would eventually see through
a shallow conniver like Sherry Stalls.
It took all of a week.
They broke up at recess.
She didn't take it well.
Now that Bryce was out of Sherry's
evil clutches, he started being nicer to me.
- Hi, Juli.
- Hi, Bryce.
JULl:
He was so shy and so cute...
...and his hair,
it smelled like watermelon.
I couldn't get enough of it.
I spent the whole year
secretly sniffing watermelon...
...and wondering
if I was ever going to get my kiss.
BRYCE:
Seventh grade brought changes, all right.
But the biggest one
didn't happen at school.
It happened at home.
My grandfather came to live with us.
Mom said he stared like that
because he missed Grandma.
That was not something Grandpa
would ever talk about with me.
As a matter of fact, he never talked
about much of anything with me.
That is, until Juli appeared
in the local newspaper.
- Oh, Bryce. May I speak with you?
- What?
Have a seat, son.
Tell me about your friend Juli Baker.
Juli. She's not exactly my friend.
Oh. Why's that?
Why do you wanna know?
BRYCE: Now, Juli Baker did not
wind up in The Mayfield Times...
...for being an eighth-grade Einstein.
No, she got front-page coverage because
she refused to climb out of a sycamore tree.
Juli Baker and that stupid sycamore tree.
She always thought it was God's gift
to our little corner of the universe.
Hey, Bryce. Wanna come climb the tree
with me and my brothers?
No, thanks.
Bryce. Come up here. It's fun.
- You can see everything.
BRYCE: I can't.
My dad needs me to help him fix...
...a thing.
BRYCE:
That's all I needed.
Climb up a tree with Juli Baker.
I'd be dragged right back
into the second grade.
Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree.
Why don't you just make me eat lima beans
for the rest of my life.
JULl:
It's three blocks away.
Two blocks.
One block away.
- Like that's valuable information.
- I hate it when she does that.
I like to think there's at least a chance
the bus won't show.
I think the tree looks particularly beautiful
in this light. Don't you?
If by
ugly,
You're just visually challenged.
I feel sorry for you.
BRYCE:


This from the girl who lived in a house
that was the joke of the neighborhood?
They had bushes growing over windows
and weeds all over the place.
It bugged my dad bigtime.
Oh, there he is.
The bricklayer who thinks he's a painter.
That truck's not ugly enough in real life?
He's gotta make a painting of it?
No, he does landscapes.
Sells them at the county fair.
People say they're beautiful.
Landscapes? Let me tell you something.
The world would have
more beauty in it...
...if he'd do a little landscaping
on that piece of crap he calls a yard.
PATSY: I feel bad for his wife.
She married a dreamer.
Because of that, one of the two of them
will always be unhappy.
Yeah, fine.
But why do we have to be unhappy?
BRYCE: As annoying as the yard was
to my dad...
...it was nothing compared to how annoying
Juli Baker was in that tree.
JULl:
Three blocks away.
BRYCE: Every morning
we had to listen to the sound...
...of her blow-by-blow traffic report.
JULl:
Two blocks.
WOMAN:
There you go.
Why do they call it The Three Stooges?
- I mean, there's five of them.
- What?
Well, yeah, there's Moe, Larry, Curly,
Shemp and Curly Joe.
- Yeah, but they only have three at a time.
- Yeah.
You know, I hate Curly Joe.
I mean, he shouldn't even be a Stooge.
MAN: Listen, girl,
I'm this close to calling the police.
You are trespassing and obstructing
progress on a contracted job.
GARRETT: What's going on?
MAN: Either you come down...
...or we're gonna cut you down.
JULl: You guys, come up here with me.
They won't cut it down
if we're all up here.
- Bus, bus, bus.
BRYCE: Juli was frantic.
They wanted to cut down her tree.
I couldn't understand why
that mutant tangle of gnarly branches...
...meant so much to her.
JULl: Bryce, please.
BRYCE: I felt bad for her.
GARRETT: Leave her.
BRYCE:
But I wasn't about to cut school over it.
GARRETT:
Come on, bro.
CHET:
Why isn't she your friend, Bryce?
You'd have to know Juli.
Well, I'd like to.
Why?
That girl has an iron backbone.
Why don't you invite her over sometime?
An iron backbone?
She's just stubborn...
...and she's pushy beyond belief.
Is that so?
And she's been stalking me
since the second grade.
Well, a girl like that
doesn't live next door to everyone.
Lucky them.
Read this.
Without prejudice.
BRYCE: Like I needed to know
anything more about Juli Baker.
Juli wasn't at the bus stop
the next morning.
Or the morning after that.
She was at school,
but you'd never know it.
- Little Joe? He's got so much makeup on...
- He doesn't age.
BRYCE:
I told myself I should be glad about it.
I mean, isn't that what
I'd always wanted?
But still, I felt bad for her.
I was gonna tell her I was sorry,
but then I thought, hey, no...
...that's the last thing I needed:
Juli Baker thinking I missed her.
I see why you like to come out here.
Would you mind explaining it
to your mother?
JULl:
I loved to watch my father paint.
Or really, I loved to hear him talk
while he painted.
I learned a lot about my dad that way.
He told me all sorts of things...
...like how he got his first job delivering hay
and how he'd wished he'd finished college.
Then one day he surprised me.
What's going on with you
and, uh, Bryce Loski?
What do you mean? Nothing.
Oh, okay.
My mistake.
Why would you even think that?
No reason.
Just that you...
...talk about him all the time.
I do?
Mm-hm.
I don't know.
I guess it's something about his eyes.
Or maybe his smile.
But what about him?
- What?
- You have to look at the whole landscape.
What does that mean?
A painting is more
than the sum of its parts.
A cow by itself is just a cow.
A meadow by itself is just grass,
flowers.
And the sun peeking through the trees
is just a beam of light.
But you put them all together...
...and it can be magic.
JULl: I didn't really understand
what he was saying until one afternoon...
...when I was up in the sycamore tree.
I was rescuing a kite.
It was a long way up,
higher than I'd ever been.
And the higher I got,
the more amazed I was by the view.
I began to notice
how wonderful the breeze smelled.
Like sunshine and wild grass.
I couldn't stop breathing it in...
...filling my lungs
with the sweetest smell I'd ever known.
Hey, you found my kite.
Bryce, you should come up here.
It's so beautiful.
I can't. I sprained my, um...
I have a rash.
JULl: From that moment on,
that became my spot.
I could sit there for hours,
just looking out at the world.
Some days the sunsets
would be purple and pink.
And some days
they were a blazing orange...
...setting fire to the clouds
on the horizon.
It was during one of those sunsets
that my father's idea...
...of the whole being greater
than the sum of its parts...
...moved from my head to my heart.
Some days I would get there extra early
to watch the sunrise.
One morning
I was making mental notes...
...of how the streaks of light
were cutting through the clouds...
...so I could tell my dad...
...when I heard a noise below.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. I'm sorry, but you can't
park there. That's a bus stop.
Hey, what are you doing up there?
You can't be up there,
we're gonna take this thing down.
- The tree?
- Yeah. Now come on down.
- But who told you, you could cut it down?
- The owner.
Why?
He's gonna build a house,
and this tree's in the way.
- So come on, girl, we got work to do.
- You can't cut it down. You just can't.
Listen, girl.
I'm this close to calling the police.
You are trespassing and obstructing
progress on a contracted job.
Now either you come down,
or we're gonna cut you down.
Go ahead. Cut me down.
I'm not coming down.
I'm never coming down.
Bryce. You guys, come up here with me.
They won't cut it down
if we're all up here.
Bryce, please don't let them do this.
Come on, you guys.
Bryce, please. You don't have to
come up this high. Just a little ways.
Bryce, please. Please.
JULl:
What happened after that was a blur.
It seemed like the whole town was there.
But still I wouldn't move.
Then my father showed up.
He talked a fireman into letting him come up
to where I was.
Sweetie, it's time to come down.
Daddy, please don't let them do this.
- Sweetie...
- Daddy, look.
You can see everything.
You can see the whole world from here.
No view is worth my daughter's safety.
Now, come on.
I can't.
Julianna, it's time to come down now.
Please, Daddy.
It's time.
JULl:
And that was it.
I must've cried for two weeks straight.
Oh, sure, I went to school
and did the best I could...
...but nothing seemed to matter.
TEACHER: Juli?
- Huh?
Do you know the answer?
Uh, the Peloponnesian War?
I'm sure that's the answer
to something...
...but I was looking for the area
of a rhomboid.
[CHILDREN LAUGH]
JULl: Somehow, rhomboids
and isosceles right triangles...
...didn't seem so important.
I rode my bike so I wouldn't have to pass
by the stump...
...that used to be the earth's
most magnificent sycamore tree.
But no matter what I did,
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Are you okay?
It was just a tree.
No, it wasn't just a tree.
I never want you to forget how you felt
when you were up there.
Thanks, Dad.
JULl:
It was the first thing I saw every morning...
...and the last thing I saw
before I went to sleep.
And once I could look at it
without crying...
...I saw more than the tree
and what being up there meant to me.
I saw the day that my view of things
around me started changing.
And I wondered,
did I still feel the same things about Bryce?
BRYCE:
I've never been a huge fan of eggs.
I mean, I could always just take them
or leave them.
That is, until one day
in Skyler Brown's garage...
...when my feelings about eggs
were solidified.
[BAND PLAYING ROCK MUSIC]
Hey, hey, hey. Guys.
Edna's found her breakfast.
BRYCE: I mean, if a slimy reptile
found them appetizing...
...there was certainly no place for them
in my diet.
MATT:
Oh, man, that's so cool.
She doesn't even have to chew.
I mean, think of all the time you'd save.
BRYCE: I could've gone my whole life
not knowing that snakes eat eggs raw...
...if it hadn't been for Lynetta.
She had a major-league thing
for Skyler Brown.
I think it's gross.
BRYCE: He and Juli's brothers,
Matt and Mark, had formed a band.
And Lynetta would watch them practice.
MATT:
That is so neat.
How about that, huh, Bryce?
Yeah. Neat.
So, Brycie, how do you think
he's gonna digest that?
- Stomach acid?
- You'd like to think that.
Wait, everybody quiet. Here he goes.
[SHELL CRACKING]
Eggs over easy.
Gross. Gross, gross, gross.
Wait, wait.
You haven't seen the best part.
LYNETTA:
Ugh!
Gross.
BRYCE: I tried to be casual about it,
but it didn't take.
I started having bad dreams.
I'd be trapped inside a huge egg...
...and this monster would open his jaws
and start to devour me.
I'd wake up just in time.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Then the real nightmare began.
Hi, Bryce. I brought these over
for you and your family.
- My chickens are laying eggs.
- What?
You remember Abby and Bonnie and Clyde
and Dexter and Eunice and Florence?
- The ones I hatched for the science fair.
- How could I forget?
BRYCE:
It was classic Juli Baker.
She totally dominated the fair.
And get this, her project
was all about watching boring eggs hatch.
I mean, here I had a live- action
erupting volcano...
...and all anyone cared about
was Juli's boring chicks...
...breaking out of their boring shells.
JULl:
Oh, I think the last one's hatching.
WOMAN 1: It's hatching.
WOMAN 2: Oh, it's hatching.
WOMAN 1:
Kids, come over here.
BRYCE:
But hey, she won. I lost.
I've never been one to dwell.
WOMAN 2:
Here it comes.
BRYCE: But that didn't mean
I had to eat her lousy eggs.
I think it was very sweet of Juli
to bring us those eggs.
I don't care.
I'm still having cereal tomorrow.
Yeah, how do we know there's no chicks
in one of those eggs?
I used to eat farm-fresh eggs
when I was a kid. They were delicious.
Yeah, well, that's all well and good...
...but what if we crack one open
and a dead chick falls out?
Do they have a rooster? If they don't
have a rooster the eggs can't be fertile.
And if they had a rooster, we'd know.
The whole neighborhood would know.
Maybe they got it de-yodeled.

You know. De-cock- a-doodle-doo'd.
What the hell are you talking about?
Like they de-bark dogs.
Bryce, why don't you just ask Juli?
- I don't think that...
LYNETTA: What?
- You afraid to talk to her?
- I'm not afraid to talk to her.
[MIMICS CHICKEN]
I know you are, but what am I?
- Okay. Just talk to her and find out.
- Bryce.
How do you tell if one's a rooster?
- Well, a rooster's bigger. Longer feathers.
- Mm-hm.
They've got that red stuff
growing out of their head.
- And around their neck too.
- That shouldn't be too hard to spot.
Although, come to think of it,
chickens have the rubbery red stuff too.
Just not as much.
BRYCE:
Garrett's expertise in roosters...
...was the cornerstone of our plan
to avoid contact with Juli Baker.
The balance of which involved
spying over her back fence.
- Come on, come on.
- Shh. Shh.
Over here.
BRYCE:
I can't see the stupid chickens.
GARRETT:
We gotta get them out of the coop.
[CLUCKING]
BRYCE:
Is that a rooster?
GARRETT:
No, it looks like a chicken.
How can you tell?
It just does.
BRYCE:
See what I mean? Expertise.
- Shh, shh!
- What?
Juli.
JULl:
Here, guys.
Go on, there you go.
- Here, guys. Go on.
- Yeah, they're all chickens.
- There's no rooster?
- What did I just say?
How can you tell?
- Well, none of them are strutting.
JULl: Here, come on.
- Roosters strut?
JULl: Come on, guys.
- What did I just say?
JULl: Here.
GARRETT: Plus, hardly any of them
have any rubbery red stuff.
JULl: What are you doing?
- Yeah. They're definitely all chickens.
They're all chickens.
I'm proud of you, Bryce.
- You overcame your fear.
- Huh?
- You talked to her.
- Oh, heh. Yeah.
It's no big deal.
That's what she told you?
They're all chickens?
Yeah.
She's a genius. You're both genius...
Of course they're all chickens.
A rooster's a chicken. The question is:
Is one of them a rooster
or are they all hens?
BRYCE:
Hens? Who said anything about hens?
Then it hit me.
Garrett didn't know jack shit
about chickens.
- Do roosters strut?
- Yes, they do.
What does that have to do
with anything?
They're all hens.
Well, the main thing is the eggs are okay.
It's all settled.
BRYCE:
Not for me.
There was no way
I was ever gonna eat anything...
...that had anything to do
with Juli Baker.
I'm not eating them.
Well, why not?
Have you seen their yard? It's...
There's not even any grass.
It's all mud and chicken turds.
Ew. Gross. Salmonella.
Do you suppose
they could have salmonella?
- It's not very likely.
- Why take the risk?
What do we do with the eggs?
Give them back.
- Give them back? To Juli?
- Sure.
You talked to her before, right?
It didn't kill you.
Well, what do I say?
Tell her we don't eat eggs.
Uh, we're allergic to them or something.
Come on, use your brains.
BRYCE:
It didn't feel right to lie.
Besides, even a seventh grader would know
that entire families aren't allergic to eggs.
But I didn't wanna
hurt her feelings either.
So that left me with only one option.
And thus another near-death
experience...
...in my ongoing saga with Juli Baker
had been successfully avoided.
Until one week later.
Hi, Bryce. Brought you some more eggs.
Wow.
- Thanks.
- Did your family like the first batch?
Do you even have to ask?
Great. See you at school.
BRYCE: What I hoped would be
a one-time event...
...was just the beginning of a life consumed
with lies, intrigue and deception.
Every morning
I'd be on the lookout for Juli...
...so if she happened to come, I could whip
the door open before she knocked.
Thanks.
BRYCE: Then I'd dump the eggs
before anyone noticed.
And why? Why couldn't I just face her?
Why couldn't I just say:

Don't need them. Give them to the snake
Was I really afraid
of hurting her feelings...
...or was I just afraid of her?
Now, you wanna make sure you get it...
JULl: When Mrs. Brubeck first suggested
hatching eggs as my science project...
...I was less than excited.
That is, until I saw my first sign of life.
Is that it?
- That's the embryo. Heh.
TRINA: Wow.
- It looks like a bean.
- It does.
Let's try the other ones.
JULl:
Suddenly it felt real.
All the eggs were alive.
There were, like, little bean babies
inside every one.
On the day of the fair,
all six chicks hatched.
What are the odds?
This year's top prize goes to Juli Baker...
...for her wonderful project:

JULl:
I won first place.
And that was cool,
but all I really cared about were my chicks.
There you go. There you go, guys.
JULl: My mom wasn't crazy
about us raising chickens.
But I begged and pleaded.
I told her I would take care of everything.
And I did.
Where's Clyde?
Clyde?
Hey, Clyde. What's the matter?
Are you okay? Aren't you hungry?
Come on. Come here.
What's wrong, baby?
Come here.
Hey, you're not Clyde. You're Clydette.
Mom!
JULl: As it turned out, my hens
laid more eggs than we could eat.
At first we tried to keep up...
...but after a month of boiling,
frying and deviling...
...like that movie The Blob,
we were being overtaken by eggs.
Then opportunity in the form
of our neighbor, Mrs. Steuby, knocked.
STEUBY:
Hello, dear.
If you ever have any extra,
I'd be happy to buy them from you.
- Really?
- Certainly.
And I happen to know that Mrs. Helms
would be interested as well.
- Great.
- Nothing like fresh eggs.
- Thanks, Mrs. Steuby.
- You bet, dear. Bye.
JULl: Between Mrs. Steuby and Mrs. Helms,
my egg overflow problem was solved.
Then I realized that Mrs. Loski
deserved eggs too.
But I didn't think it would be right
to charge her.
She had been such a good neighbor,
lending us supplies when we ran out...
...giving my mother a ride
when our car wouldn't start...
...it was the least I could do.
Besides, if I happened to run into Bryce,
that wouldn't be the end of the world.
Hi, Bryce.
JULl: By the third time I brought eggs over
to the Loskis...
...I realized Bryce was waiting for me.
Waiting to pull open the door and say,

And in return,
I got a few moments alone...
...with the world's most dazzling eyes.
Thanks, Juli. See you at school.
JULl:
It was a bargain.
Until the day it wasn't.
It was two weeks after the sycamore tree
was cut down...
...and I was just starting
to feel normal again.
Hey, Juli. Right on schedule.
Yeah, well, neither rain nor sleet.
- Huh?
- You know, the mailman thing?
Oh. Right.
So, um, will you start
riding the bus again?
I don't know.
I haven't been up there since...
It doesn't look so bad anymore.
It's all cleared away.
Well, um, I better get ready for school.
Guess I'll see you there.
See you.
JULl:
Maybe Bryce was right.
Maybe it was time
I started riding the bus again.
After all, didn't he just tell me
he wanted me to?
Could it be that Bryce Loski
actually misses me?
[DOOR OPENS]
Juli? What are you still doing here?
I was just thinking.
It's pickup day. The cans are in front.
I know. You need some help?
No. Maybe I'll do it later.
Are those my eggs?
Yeah. Yeah, I dropped them.
They're not broken.
Why are you throwing them away?
Don't you want them?
It wasn't me.
My dad didn't think it was worth the risk.
Risk? What risk?
Salmonella.
What? He's afraid of being poisoned?
Well, Juli, I mean, look at your back yard.
It's a complete mess.
It's, like, covered in turds.
That's not true.
I clean up after my girls every day.
We just didn't wanna hurt your feelings.
Have you always thrown them away?
You know, Mrs. Steuby and Mrs. Helms
pay me for my eggs.
- They do?
- They pay me 60 cents a dozen.
I didn't know.
How could you?
I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
BRYCE:
It didn't take me long to realize...
...that I'd traded in my old problems
with Juli Baker...
...for a whole set of new ones.
It was actually worse having her mad at me
than having her annoy me.
The way she ignored me
was a constant reminder...
...that I'd been a jerk.
Then one day I was coming home
from playing basketball with Garrett...
...and things got weird.
CHET: Don't be so timid.
Come on, you won't hurt them.
JULl: Like this?
CHET: Yeah, that's it.
BRYCE:
My grandfather.
All I ever saw him wear was slippers.
Now, where did he get those work boots?
I couldn't stop looking over there.
And the more I looked, the madder I got.
My grandfather had already said
more to Juli in one hour...
...than he'd said to me in the whole time
he'd been living with us.
I was pretty sure
I'd never seen him laugh.
And what was his deal with Juli Baker?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hi, Grandpa.
Juli told me about the eggs.
You know, Bryce...
...one's character is set at an early age.
I'd hate to see you swim out so far
you can't swim back.
Sir?
It's about honesty, son.
Sometimes a little discomfort
in the beginning...
...can save a whole lot of pain
down the road.
BRYCE: When it came to holding a grudge,
Juli Baker was truly impressive.
All week I tried to approach her
at school.
She'd always find some way to duck me.
And whenever she was in her yard,
Grandpa was always there with her.
Finally, one Saturday I saw my opening.
My grandfather had gone into town
to buy some Bengay.
I guess the yard work
was starting to get to him.
BRYCE:
It's looking real good.
Thanks. Chet did most of it.
I'm sorry for what I did.
I just don't get it, Bryce.
Why didn't you just tell me?
I don't know. It was dumb.
And I shouldn't have said anything
about your yard, either.
It wasn't right.
Maybe it's all for the best.
I mean, look, I learned so much from Chet,
it's amazing.
You're lucky.
I don't even have grandparents anymore.
Oh.
I feel sorry for him.
He misses your grandma.
Can you believe it?
He says I remind him of her.
- What?
- I know. That's what I said.
But he meant it in a nice way.
Something about her spirit.
Yeah.
Well...
Good luck with the grass.
I'm sure it'll come up great.
Thanks.
I guess I'll see you around.
I guess so.
[BONANZA THEME PLAYING]
BRYCE: While Juli's acceptance of
my apology was not all that I'd hoped for...
...at least the eggs thing
was finally behind me.
The first time in months
I could truly enjoy Bonanza.
Where you going
and why you dressed like that?
Skyler's.
Matt and Mark are bringing over recording
stuff and they're gonna make a demo.
Demo? Like they know how
to make a demo.
- You don't even know them.
- I don't have to. I know the type.
- You don't know anything.
- Don't talk to me like that.
- I'm late.
- Be back by 11.
BRYCE:
Yep. Everything was back to normal.
Is that girl working you too hard?
That girl's name is Juli.
And, no, she isn't working me too hard.
You've developed
quite a soft spot for her, huh?
Steven.
No, Patsy. Just wanna find out
why your father has the energy...
...to befriend a complete stranger...
...when he won't throw a baseball around
with his own grandson.
- It's okay, Dad.
- No, it's not okay.
Juli reminds him of Grandma.
Of Renee? Heh.
That's ridiculous.
You know why the Bakers
haven't fixed their yard?
Yeah, because he's too busy
with his paint-by-numbers kit.
If you had a brother with a severe handicap,
what would you do?
What the hell
does that have to do with anything?
Juli's father has a retarded brother.
So what? He's not the gardener,
is he? Heh.
- Steven.
STEVEN: Ha-ha- ha.
It was a joke.
You know,
other people have family troubles...
...and they manage
to mow their own lawns.
I don't know where their pride
in ownership is.
They don't own that house.
The landlord's supposed to maintain it.
Mr. Baker puts every extra penny he has
into caring for his brother.
Don't they have government facilities
for that sort of thing?
Maybe they thought that a private facility
would be better for him.
Either way, it's not our fault that their
family has some chromosomal abnormality.
It has nothing to do with chromosomes.
When Juli's uncle was born, he had
the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.
If he'd had enough oxygen, he would've
been a perfect little baby, just like your son.
Goddamn it, Chet.
- Patsy? Patsy?
PATSY: Leave me alone!
[DOOR SLAMS]
Sorry about that.
Why is Mom so upset?
Because...
...but for the grace of God...
...your mother could be standing
in Mr. Baker's shoes.
Did her brother have the cord
wrapped around his neck too?
You did.
Luckily, the doctor who delivered you
was on the ball and got it untangled...
...but it easily could've gone
the other way.
- Wanna go for a walk?
- Huh?
I find it helps clear the mind.
What would they have done with me?
You can't dwell on something
that might've been, Bryce.
The way my dad was talking, sounds like
he would've thrown me in a nuthouse.
No, no. Now, that's not fair.
You can't condemn him
for something he hasn't done.
[CHUCKLES]
This is where that tree was, wasn't it?
Yeah.
Must've been a spectacular view.
She's quite a girl.
Some of us get dipped in flat...
...some in satin...
...some in gloss.
But every once in a while...
...you find someone who's iridescent.
And when you do...
...nothing will ever compare.
BRYCE:
Flat, glossy, iridescent?
What the hell did that mean?
Juli Baker had always
just seemed plain to me.
Until now.
And the way she talked about
what it felt like to be up in that tree...
...to be held above the earth,
brushed by the wind.
Who in junior high talks like that?
This weird feeling started taking over
in the pit of my stomach...
...and I didn't like it.
I was slipping, man.
And it was time to get a grip.
JULl: I'd never been embarrassed
by where we lived before.
I also never really thought about money.
I knew we weren't rich, but I didn't feel
like we were missing anything.
That is, until Bryce Loski
called our home a complete mess.
MARK [SINGING]: What's your name?
- [SINGING] What's your name?
[IN UNISON]
Is it Mary or Sue?
What's your name?
Do I stand a chance with you?
It's so hard to find a personality
With charms like yours for me
Ooh-ee, ooh-ee, ooh-ee
JULl: I had to do something
and I knew what it was.
[SINGING]
What's your name?
[BOTH SCATTING]
[ALL LAUGHING]
- Oh, you're sounding really good.
- Yeah.
We'll record it in Skyler's garage.
That's a wonderful project.
Speaking of projects, I was thinking
it might be cool to fix up the yard.
- What?
- I mean, how much can grass seed cost?
I could plant a lawn,
maybe some flowers.
I could even put up a fence.
Honey, that's a major undertaking.
- I could pay for it with my egg money.
- No. That's your money.
The landlord should be the one
taking care of all this.
But he doesn't. And we live here.
And it looks so bad.
Jules.
What's going on?
Nothing, Dad.
It's okay, sweetheart.
You can tell us.
The Loskis have been throwing away my
eggs because they're afraid of salmonella.
Because our yard is such a mess.
Did Patsy say that?
No. Bryce did.
But it must have been
a family discussion.
A boy doesn't come up with that
on his own.
- Who cares what they think?
- Yeah, who cares?
- I care.
RICHARD: Trina.
Let's not get into this.
No, I'm tired of living like this, Richard.
I'm tired of having to take temp jobs
just to make ends meet.
I'm tired of having to push a chair up
against the washing machine...
...just to keep the door shut.
I'm tired of having to borrow
Mrs. Steuby's vacuum cleaner...
...every time ours breaks down.
Do you think this is the life
I pictured for us?
Sometimes you have to sacrifice
to do the right thing.
We always end up agreeing that Devonhurst
is the right thing for Daniel.
Well, maybe we should start thinking
about what's right for us.
Our daughter is suffering
because we won't fix up our own yard.
It's not our yard.
How can you say that, Richard? How?
We've lived here for 12 years...
...and for 12 years we've been saying
it's temporary, but it's not.
This is our home.
Is it wrong to wanna live somewhere
you can be proud of?
To have enough to send your kids
to college?
Maybe it's time
we considered government care.
We are not moving my brother.
He's more important
than your own children?
- Dad!
- How dare you!
Stop it, Dad! Please, just stop.
I'm sorry. Julianna, this is not your fault.
We'll work this out, I promise.
JULl: That was the first time I ever heard
my parents really yell at each other.
I'm sorry about tonight.
JULl:
That night they each came into my room.
My father talked about his brother
and how much he loved him...
...and how he promised his parents
he'd always take care of him.
My mother talked about how much
she loved my father...