"When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers."
Oscar Wilde wrote that.
We didn't read that book.
Maybe we should have.
Harlow, Maine, is really not a town but a village and still is,
although I've moved away.
There's a six-room elementary and middle school house.
There's Howie's Market,
where they sell groceries and Red Devil lotto tickets.
Gates Falls is the next town over and bigger.
It has my dad's favorite restaurant, Mondello's.
And we'd go there whenever he won salesman of the month,
which used to be often but now, not so much
since Mom died.
Harlow also has Castle Lake and the Ledges,
where the pine needles give way to bare rock,
which is New England's ultimate truth.
But before I talk about the big-money lottery ticket,
the shit show with Kenny Yankovich, and everyone dying,
I should tell you about how I happened to go to work for Mr. Harrigan.
It was because of church.
Second Samuel chapter 1, verses 19 and 20.
"The beauty of Israel is slain upon the high places."
"How are the mighty fallen!"
"Tell it not in Gath,
publish it not in the streets of Askelon."
"Lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice."
"Lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph."
Thank you, Craig.
Pretty nice, huh?
I'm so glad you're here this morning…
Since that day, I've wondered
what if…
and why me.
-Why did he choose me?
John Harrigan was the richest guy in Maine. A billionaire.
I wonder if I can have a word with your son.
His eyes were failing,
and he wanted to hire someone to read books to him.
There were other kids, older kids, better readers.
Was it because he knew five dollars an hour would be attractive
to a boy looking for any chance to get out of a lonely house?
Or something else,
something I'd have to discover?
Hi, my name is--
I know who you are.
All the way back and to the right.
"…for passion alone is awake to it."
"And when passion is dead or absent,
then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible
and even a little despicable."
"Warm, live beauty of contact, so much deeper than the beauty of wisdom."
"'What is money, after all?'"
"'I mean, Papa, what can it do?'"
"Mr. Dombey drew his chair back to its former place
and patted him on the head."
"'You'll know better by and by, my man,' he said."
"'Money, Paul, can do anything.'"
As much as I missed her,
my father missed her even more.
Without her around, he seemed sad and hollow.
I had this weird kid thing.
Like, somehow, my mom's death was my fault.
That I was responsible for it.
That I controlled it.
And if I controlled it…
I could have stopped it.
-What are you doing? -Um, it's nothing, sorry.
It doesn't concern you.
Do you have a question?
If you do, I will answer it.
What's in the closet?
Secrets.
Terrible secrets.
"Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation,
and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge?"
"He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision."
"He cried out twice."
"A cry that was no more than a breath."
"'The horror. The horror.'"
"'The horror.'"
Do you understand what you just read?
Do you understand what Conrad is saying?
I think I do.
Mm.
It is payday, Craig.
Thank you.
Do you ever read when I'm not here?
Yes, I read this.
Aren't they kinda boring?
"Boring"?
I find finance exhilarating.
Do you remember Dombey and Son?
Second book we read. I read.
Dombey was trying to help his son understand that the true value of money
is not measured in worth.
The true value of money
is measured in power.
But the boy, Paul, he asked,
"Why didn't money save my mama?" or something.
And he asked his father if money was cruel.
It can be cruel if used properly.
John Harrigan wasn't well-liked.
He'd never been married, never had children,
and had no connection to whatever family he had left.
Maybe that's why he seemed so lonely.
Maybe he took that loneliness out on others.
It was a feeling I understood.
You know, your mom thought that playing the lotto was gambling.
If she knew I was letting you work with Harrigan and scratching Red Devils,
she'd roll over in her grave.
All right. Go ahead.
-Where you going? -Gonna use my lucky dime.
That was the first.
But from that day on,
I could count on four envelopes hand-addressed to me each year.
Valentine's Day, my birthday in September,
Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
Zilch.
He's a cheapster. Pays you cheap wages. Gives you a cheap bonus.
A one-dollar Red Devil ticket from Howie's?
So, what you said earlier about Mom, what does that really mean?
What?
Roll over in your grave.
Oh, um…
It's just an old saying. Um…
I guess it just means once a person has been laid to rest,
they shouldn't worry about things above ground
in the living world.
Okay.
"'All right, kids,' Rocky said into the microphone."
"'A little sprint before the rest of the period.'"
"'Give,'" he said to the orchestra,
clapping his hands together and stamping on the platform,
keeping time to the music."
"In a moment, the customers were clapping their hands together
and stamping too."
"We were all milling around in the middle of the floor,
all of us watching the minute hand of the clock,
when suddenly, Kid Kamm, of couple number 18,
began slapping his partner on the cheek."
"He was holding her up with his left hand,
slapping her backwards and forwards with his right hand."
"But she did not respond. She was dead to the world."
"She gurgled a couple of times…"
"…and then slid to the floor."
"The floor judge blew his whistle,
and all the customers jumped to their feet, excited."
"Customers at a marathon dance do not have to be prepared--"
That's enough.
The first time we read this, I didn't quite understand the title.
And what does it mean to you now?
Um, that if horses in pain can be put out of their misery,
why can't humans be afforded the same gift?
The gift of death.
To nevermore feel pain
or fret
or worry.
I'd been reading to him three times a week for five years
and only missed once
when I had an achy spring flu.
I felt bad about missing because I'd begun to wonder
if our time together was the high point of his week,
giving him something to look forward to, something to live for.
As a rite of passage, all Harlow kids
go to Gates Falls for high school since Harlow doesn't have one.
Billy Ueberroth's older brother, Mike, or U-Boat, as everybody called him…
…had already been in the deep end, came out unscathed,
and had agreed to show us the ropes if we paid him.
Sweet.
Boys and girls, time to show you where the bodies are buried.
And stop.
Give me your eyes and ears.
Dangers lie ahead.
Now on your left…
Don't stare. Don't venture over there
unless you're looking for a black eye, lung cancer, or a tattoo.
You see, hazing is forbidden at Gates Falls High,
but that doesn't mean it don't happen.
You're gonna have to steel yourself. Acquire a cold eye and a mean look.
Don't take any shit
or your years here will be hell. It's just like prison.
-Do your time under the radar.
Thanks, U-Boat!
And don't think all this doesn't apply to you, Margie.
Those senior girls are mean as pythons.
They don't strike at once
but enjoy squeezing the life out of you over the course of the year.
Don't ever go in there.
Last stop on the tour.
The cafeteria. This is where the popular kids hang out.
They all have smartphones.
Motorola Razer. Samsung table over there in the corner.
And that is the Apple table.
What…
iPhones just came out. How did they get them?
Because they're the popular kids.
We gotta get phones.
When you grow up in a small town
and are suddenly exposed to an alien world,
your universe expands.
You see strange and different faces.
Some of them are friendly,
but others, sometimes others seem drawn to you in a dark way,
to not like you and for no reason.
Hey! How you doing? I saw you earlier, Short Bus.
Take it.
Look inside.
Shoe polish?
Every freshman shines. You're gonna shine mine on the shitter.
-I have to get to class. -No, not until you shine my boots.
-No. -No is a mistake you don't wanna make.
Shine my boots, or I feed this can of polish to you.
Boys.
Is there a problem here?
No. All good.
What's in the bag? It wouldn't happen to be a hazing kit, would it?
No.
-I gotta get to class. -Wait.
-What's your name? -Um, Craig.
What's in the bag, Craig?
Um…
It's…
half a sandwich.
He was asking me if I wanted it.
Hmm.
Okay.
You're gonna regret this.
I just saved your ass. You should be saying thank you.
Fuck your thanks, new boy.
-You don't know me. What did I do to you? -You tried to show me up.
You just should've shined, Short Bus.
You should've shined.
Hey, there he is.
First day of high school. How was it?
Good.
That's it? Just good?
Okay, it was great.
You have, uh, all the right supplies?
Yeah.
-What about your teachers? You like 'em? -Good, Dad. It's all good. Okay?
Yeah, okay.
Well, if you… you need anything, just, uh…
All right.
Dad.
Yeah.
Can I get a cell phone?
What do you need a cell phone for?
For instance, I needed help or I needed to call 911.
We live in a town so small, you can shout, and they'll show up.
Okay.
"Jurgis would find out these things for himself if he stayed long enough."
"It was the men who had to do all the dirty jobs,
and so there was no deceiving them."
"And they caught the spirit of the place and did like all the rest."
"Jurgis had come there
and thought he was going to make himself useful, rise,
and become a skilled man,
but he would soon find out his error,
for nobody rose in Packingtown by doing good work."
Enough! E--
I had forgotten how much I despised that socialist claptrap.
So, you think that Sinclair was wrong and that you can get ahead
by doing good work and following the rules?
Craig, Craig, Craig.
Don't misunderstand.
I admire hard work.
I love smart work.
You have to be fiercely competitive to survive.
To be first, you have to be bold.
You have to be ruthless.
Don't ask for what you need.
Ask for-- No, no! Don't ask.
Demand what you want.
-Mr. Harrigan. -Yes?
In your life, has anyone ever tried to bully you
or take advantage of you?
At work, I mean.
Every single day.
And how'd you deal with that?
Harshly.
Look at that.
Wow!
That is…
Huh? I'll… I'll wear it next time we go to Mondello's.
Hey, uh, you got a couple too.
Open the small one first. Save mine for last.
Mr. Harrigan.
-Gosh, I wonder what it could be.
Surprise.
-Be right back. -Yeah.
I won!
-Oh, really? How much? -You're not gonna believe it.
A million.
$3,000!
That's… that… that's a winner.
That… that's gonna be a tough gift to beat.
Um, maybe you should've opened mine first.
Um…
-Yeah. -Dad.
Hey.
You're welcome, son.
The girl at the store helped me out. It's all set up, charged, ready to go.
Who you gonna call first?
Mm-mmm.
Hello?
Merry Christmas, Mr. Harrigan.
Craig? -It's Craig, yeah.
Where are you? It sounds like you're on the other side of the moon.
I'm actually on my cell phone.
Oh no. They're filled with radiation.
How may I help?
I was just calling to tell you that your gift, the scratch-off, I won.
I won $3,000.
Oh, good.
Well, one of those things finally paid off.
Thank you.
Um, it was nice of you to give it to me.
It was nothing, you know? Um…
I… I hand them out to friends.
Is that all, Craig?
Yeah, I suppose so.
Merry Christmas.
All right. Merry…
Man, being back after a holiday sucks.
-What's your hurry, Craig? -Yeah, where are you going?
What?
-You're shitting me! -No.
No.
Margie, Billy, and U-Boat all got phones shortly thereafter,
though I had the only iPhone, and Billy and U-Boat had to share a Razer.
Thanks.
Craig, there's something I've been meaning to speak with you about.
We've had this arrangement for a long, long time.
And it strikes me that you are a far different person now
from who you were when we started.
My question is,
why do you continue to come here?
Do you want me to stop?
No, no, no.
Then, what?
Surely there are sports clubs and girls
who could better occupy your time.
And yet, here you are three days a week.
Why?
Is it out of some sense of obligation?
Not at all. No.
Well, then, why?
Because I enjoy our time together.
Why?
I come here because I…
I like the smell of your books.
I come here because I love our talks. I come here because, when I read out loud,
it gives me a sense of power that I don't have outside of this room.
I come here because I want to.
I'll see you Thursday.
I know what I wanna do with the lotto money.
That money is going into the college fund like we agreed.
Well, you said most of it was going into the college fund.
How often do I buy things?
Almost never.
Well, I know what I wanna do with the rest of it.
-Afternoon, Pete. -Afternoon.
-Hi, Edna. -Hello, boy.
Thank you.
There you are.
-Mr. Harrigan, I brought you something. -I don't need anything.
Thank you.
I appreciate the sentiment.
But, no.
-I suggest you give this to your father. -He told me you'd say that.
A wise man, he.
Henry David Thoreau said,
"We don't own things. Things own us."
I don't have a television
because if I did, I would spend my time watching it.
I have a radio in the car, but I don't have a radio in the house,
even though I like a bit of country and western from time to time.
And if I had that, I would waste more time.
-Okay, let me just-- -No, no, no.
I'm beginning to wish that that scratch ticket had not been a winner.
-You see these? -Mm-hmm.
These are called icons.
This one is for the stock market.
I have a subscription to the Wall Street Journal.
Right, but the Wall Street Journal can't do this.
-Are those numbers in real time? -Yup.
Well, they might be a minute or two behind, I guess.
I'll be darned.
I mean, it's like having your own stock ticker,
like the magnates used to have in their mansions.
Yeah. And if you wanna read the Journal or Forbes
or… or anything like that, you can.
"Barton Instruments announces closings."
It's not in here.
'Cause that's yesterday's.
You get it a day late. Everyone does. But this, this is today's.
I've been arrogant, Craig.
I am going to keep this, after all.
For a while anyway.
I'm glad.
Could you bring me the phone from the desk?
Well, you can use this to call.
-Yes? -Yeah.
It's what it's mostly for.
You just dial the number that you want. Touch it with your fingers.
-And you have four bars. -"Bars"?
'Cause of the new cell tower. Never mind.
-Is that better? -Yeah, that's good.
Chick.
It's John Harrigan.
I have a cell phone now.
I want to make an adjustment to my portfolio.
Yes.
Well? Did he like it?
No.
I warned you.
He loved it.
And I can set an alarm…
Each visit, before I read, I'd teach him new ways to use his phone.
I introduced him to the Internet,
to Yahoo!, and Google.
Taught him how to text, how to create a voice mail…
I'm not answering my phone now.
I will call you back if it seems appropriate.
All right?
I'm not answering my phone now.
I will call you back if it seems appropriate.
-I'm not sure I'd want you to call back. -Perfect.
…and even how to personalize his phone.
-Let's give you a handle. -Handle?
No. A handle's like a nickname.
So when you call me or text me, that's the name that pops up on my phone.
You want me to give me a nickname?
Maybe it could be something that other people call you. Here.
Newspapers used to call me this.
It was not meant as a compliment.
Pirate King. Wicked. Has anyone called you yet?
No. Sales pitches and wrong numbers.
I could not abide the sound of that xylophone.
Let's give you another ringtone.
Uh…
-Better? -Yeah, better.
-I still won't answer it. -Even if it's me?
How would I know?
-You like country and western, right? -I do.
-What's your favorite song? -There are so many.
Tammy Wynette. "Stand By Your Man."
Ringtones.
This one?
Yeah. That's lovely.
Listen to it.
I can do this.
There. "Stand By Your Man." Okay. Here you go.
Okay. Now call me. I'm in your favorites there.
Yeah. Now we know when the other is calling.
Yes. Good.
All right. What should we read today?
You all right?
No.
No. There's something troubling me.
Maybe you can explain it.
I've been reading articles on this phone for a month now.
And they've all been free.
-Yeah? -No.
I'm reading something for free that people pay good money for.
It's great, right?
No, it's not!
Giving information away
runs counter to everything I understand about successful business practices.
The World Wide Web is like a broken water main,
but instead of water, it's spewing information every which way.
I don't understand. Is it a come-on or what?
I'm asking, Craig.
Kind of like the Fryeburg Fair,
where the first game is usually free.
And we're still on the first game.
Fryeburg Fair.
And there are no advertisements on these sites.
Ads are the lifeblood of newspapers.
How will they survive?
I don't think this is a come-on.
I think it's a gateway drug.
I've already noticed
that my Google search responses are on the side of financial information.
It knows what I want.
What's gonna happen when they close the water main?
No more freebies.
Oh, and false information becomes common and accepted as true.
And what happens when they start using this
to spread more nonsense than is already out there?
Newspapers, journalists, politicians…
All of us need to be very frightened by this gizmo.
-Hmm.
I'll go help Pete.
He stared at his phone like it was a Magic 8 Ball.
And on that day, in a matter of seconds,
Mr. Harrigan predicted the future.
The future of the Internet, the future of news, of fake news,
social media, of paywalls and spam,
of Julian Assange and Edward Snowden, and the world.
Good morning, Craig.
Oh, good morning, Ms. Hart.
-Is that a smartphone?
Yes, it's an iPhone.
Okay, I see you, rich kid.
-Do you wanna see mine? -Sure.
It's really cool. It's got this huge…
Oh…
Oh, that's right. I don't have one.
Um…
Can I see yours?
Um, okay.
Thank you.
Whoa.
Neat.
Heads up.
"But that is the beginning of a new story."
"The story of the gradual renewal of a man."
"The story of his gradual regeneration,
of his passing from one world into another,
of his initiation into a new unknown life."
"That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended."
Apologies.
Get thee behind me, Satan.
Well done.
I do enjoy the occasional bleak Russian novel.
Would you go in the center drawer of my desk and retrieve my checkbook?
Thank you.
Find it?
Thank you.
That's new. The tank. Is everything okay?
So I use it at night mostly.
There's something I always wanted to ask you.
Mm.
Why did you move here?
To Harlow?
You could live anywhere.
As someone who's lived in the city his entire life,
I wanted to live in the country.
I looked at many places, and finally, I settled here.
There are views,
but none of them are spectacular.
Spectacular views attract people.
And I do not much like people.
No one asks things of me.
I wanted a place…
where no one asked things of me.
Because when they do,
I almost invariably answer.
And you, is there a place other than here where you would like to live?
Um, maybe Los Angeles.
Maybe I could write for the movies.
Well, I suppose someone has to do it.
And would you long for home,
to see your father's face or put flowers on your mother's grave?
Yeah. I… I would come back every once in a while.
Well, if you do go to that godforsaken place
and enter that enterprise,
know that it is difficult and unfair,
and you will make enemies.
Lord knows I did.
Yeah, I know.
Craig, I need you to promise me something.
Okay.
When you cross their path,
you will dispatch them with haste.
These enemies.
Dispatch.
With haste.
And feel not one iota of guilt for having done so.
Promise me.
Promise me!
Okay.
I promise you.
All right.
Thank you, Mr. Harrigan.
My pleasure, Craig.
All of it.
I found him both terrifying and exciting.
Even in his weakened state, he had power.
He may have even been dangerous.
But I was his friend.
He said it.
And judging from the untouched scratch-offs in his drawer,
I don't think he had too many.
Mr. Harrigan?
Sir?
-Will you excuse me? This is my son.
Craig?
It's Mr. Harrigan. I think…
I think he's dead.
-He's not breathing. I think he's… Where are the housekeepers?
It's Tuesday.
They're… they're not here.
Okay, listen to me.
Uh, you just wait there.
Go ahead and wait outside, and I'll call an ambulance, okay?
"It was the best of times."
"It was the worst of times."
"It was the age of wisdom, and it was the age of foolishness."
"It was the epoch of belief."
"It was the epoch of incredulity."
"It was the season of Light. It was the season of Darkness."
"It was the spring of hope, and it was the winter of despair."
"We had everything before us, and we had nothing before us."
"We were all going direct to heaven."
"We were all going direct the other way."
I'm gonna go to bed.
Shit.
"Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking
be put away from you with all malice."
"And be ye kind one to another,
tenderhearted, forgiving one another,
even as God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you."
Wanna take a last look?
I wanna wait. I wanna be last.
Take your time. I'll meet you outside.
He was wearing a suit I'd never seen before,
and the funeral guy had rouged him up a bit so he'd look healthy,
except healthy people don't lie in coffins with their eyes shut.
Many, who've come from far and wide,
respected John's…
Mr. Harrigan was buried very near my mother.
I'd only been to her grave once.
Dad visited her weekly, but I stayed away.
I guess because if I did visit…
I'd know she was gone forever.
John Harrigan was a tough shell to crack,
but I knew he was a fair man.
I wonder if he'd be surprised that people showed up today.
Excuse me. You're Craig, right?
Yes, sir.
I'm Chick Rafferty. I handle… handled John Harrigan's finances.
I was hoping to have a quick chat.
It concerns you having something of Mr. Harrigan's.
Uh, I…
You should hear from his lawyers in a week or so.
-Am I in trouble? -Yeah. What is this about?
Don't worry. It's a good thing.
Well, this should explain it all.
I received it two months ago
and was instructed to hold it until such an occasion as this.
Well, have a good day.
What?
I think you might be in the will.
Should I open it now?
"Craig, if you're reading this, I've died."
"I have left you $800,000 in trust."
"The trustees are your father and Charles Rafferty."
"My business manager will now serve as my executor."
"I calculate the sum should be sufficient to see you through four years of college…"
…and any postgraduate work you may choose.
Enough should remain to give you a start in your chosen career.
You spoke of screenwriting, and if it's what you want,
then, of course, you must pursue it but know that I do not approve.
There is a vulgar joke about screenwriters.
I will not repeat it here,
but by all means, find it on your phone.
Keywords "screenwriter" and "starlet."
Films are ephemeral, while books, good ones, are eternal or close to it.
"You have read me many good ones, but others are waiting to be written."
"This is all I will say."
"Even with school expenses, your 800,000 may grow to a million or more
by the time you reach the age of 26, when the trust will expire,
and you can spend or invest the rest as you choose."
"PS. I will miss our afternoons together too."
What is it?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
I'm not answering my phone now.
I will call you back if it seems appropriate.
I miss you, Mr. Harrigan.
I appreciate all the money that you gave me,
but I'd give it back to have you still around.
I know that probably sounds like a lie, but it's not.
It really isn't.
You up?
-Yeah. -Making breakfast.
Dad!
He's not dead. Mr. Harrigan, not at 2:30 this morning.
-"C-C-C." -We gotta dig him up.
-We buried him alive. -What are you talking about?
We have to get somebody out there. We have to get bulldozers and…
Craig, stop. Stop. What… what is going on?
-I put his phone in his casket. -Why did you put his phone in the casket?
I know I shouldn't have done it. I know it's creepy, but I did. Now this.
Yeah, well, gotta be an explanation for this.
Somebody hacked his phone. They… they cloned it.
They're just playing a practical joke on you.
If it's a practical joke, why isn't it something funny like,
Uh, "Help, I'm trapped in a box"?
That actually is funny.
Why is it two A's and my initial three times? Doesn't make any sense.
We have to go. We have to check on him.
No, we don't, and I'm gonna tell you why.
-Sit down. -No.
Craig, sit down.
John Harrigan died unattended.
And because of this, there was an autopsy,
which is how they found out he died of heart disease.
They cut him open?
Yeah.
I don't like telling you that. I don't want that preying on your mind.
But it's better than having you think that he was buried alive?
He wasn't. He couldn't have been.
He's dead.
You understand?
Yes.
What are you doing here, boy?
Thank you.
Are you all right, Craig?
Yes.
He said he was gonna leave you something.
-Did he? -He did.
He was very generous.
Took care of me and Pete too.
Yeah. He was a…
he was a good man, wasn't he?
He was square-dealing, but you didn't wanna be on his bad side.
What do you mean?
You remember Dusty Bilodeau?
Bilodeaus that lived over at Black Bear Trailer Park.
Oh, I've seen it. What about him?
He was the gardener afore Pete but wasn't eight months on the job
when Mr. Harrigan caught him stealing and fired his butt.
Dusty didn't apologize. Just left. Thought that was the end of it.
It wasn't.
What happened to him? What happened to Dusty?
I've said enough.
Is there anything you want from the house? Something to remember him by?
Um…
I don't know. An orchid, maybe?
Yes, dear.
Take an orchid.
Chick Rafferty kept Edna and Pete on to keep up the place.
A "for sale" sign from a Portland realty company went up,
and a few people came to look.
After all the turmoil with the hacked phone,
the world slowed down a bit for me.
School was fine, and I even enjoyed my classes.
Ms. Hart taught the sciences,
and she was the best teacher at the school.
Can anyone tell me where the majority of our…
Craig.
Marine life contributes 70% of our oxygen.
That's right.
You're 100% right.
Kenny Yankovich got expelled the final time for selling pot on campus.
He thought I ratted on him, but I didn't.
Though I can't say I wasn't happy not to see him every day.
Like most places, Gates Falls High had school functions.
And the one at the end of the first semester was the winter dance.
One of those Sadie Hawkins kind of deals where the girls ask the boys.
I had a gut feeling Margie was gonna ask me,
but I didn't like her, you know, like that.
So I was hoping to get another invite.
-I have to use the ladies' room. -I'll walk with you.
We have two more songs for you tonight.
I'll wait for you.
You're a dead man.
What are you doing?
-Get off of me. -I'm gonna kill you.
-I know it was you who narced on me! -Wasn't me--
Why? Why? Why did you have to do that, man? Why?
Now I have to kick your ass.
I didn't wanna hurt you.
-But…
If you tell anyone about this, you're dead.
Craig!
Okay, there we go.
Regina, go to the gym and tell Mr. Taylor I'll be back in ten minutes.
Have him call Craig's father.
You know I gotta report this, right? Was it Yankovich?
It wasn't Kenny,
which is good.
See, if it was him, I bet he'd get arrested
'cause he's already expelled.
Then there'd be a trial, and then I'd have to go into court,
and everyone would know.
And what happens when he beats the next person up?
Hold it.
I just wanna get by.
You know what, Craig? I think you will.
Okay. Let me get this lip.
Come here.
You're not… Ouch.
Sorry.
You're not from here, are you?
I'm from Boston.
Well, Lowell, but I went to college in Boston.
Where?
Emerson.
What's up?
No, nothing. Just… you smell good.
-It's just soap. -Okay.
Yeah, it's Booth Bay soap. You can find it in Gates Falls.
It's really nice. You should grab some for your…
I mean, you can get it for anyone, so…
Thank you.
For cleaning me up and talking to me and…
…making high school almost tolerable.
I owe you.
No, you don't owe me anything.
I do.
I really do.
Who did it, Craig?
Can we not do this, Dad?
I'm fine.
Yeah, well…
You gotta talk to someone about this, Craig.
Mr. Harrigan, it's me, Craig.
And I know you won't hear this, but something happened tonight,
and I just wanted to…
I just needed to talk to somebody.
I got beat up pretty bad
by this big, stupid, dumb idiot named Kenny Yankovich.
But I did what I promised you.
I…
I dispatched him.
You know? I tried to, at least.
Um…
But it was a good punch.
Good enough that I'm afraid he'll come at me again.
I'm honestly pretty afraid that this won't end,
and I wish that you were here to just give me some advice.
I know it seems pretty obvious,
but that was the first time it struck me that everybody,
even assholes, have parents, families who miss them,
cry for them.
I stupidly thought that grief was somehow special to me.
The obituary for Kenneth James Yankovich
wasn't in the Gates Falls Tribune until Tuesday.
And all it said was,
"Passed away suddenly as a result of a tragic accident."
Bye, Ms. Hart.
-Craig. -Hmm?
-Oh. -No, wait a minute.
No, I got class.
I'll write you a note.
Where are you today?
Here.
Not really.
Is this about Kenny?
Craig,
if you're thinking you had something to do with his death,
I've seen his records.
Kenny was sadly a kid with serious problems.
Home problems, school problems.
He had psychological problems.
I don't know what happened,
but it had nothing to do with you.
Okay, go ahead. You'll make your class.
Craig.
I can never be glad when a child dies.
But I can be glad it wasn't you.
Ms. Hart, do you… do you believe in ghosts?
Um…
Well, I suppose you wouldn't, being a scientist.
I'm a teacher, not a scientist.
I know, but you know what I mean.
I don't like to think about that kind of stuff.
You know, I would never attend a séance or mess around with a Ouija board,
trying to summon the dead.
How come?
My grandma always used to say,
"A person shouldn't call out unless they want an answer…
because not all ghosts are holy."
Craig, you gotta go. You got a class.
They ain't home.
Is this the Bilodeaus'?
I suppose it is.
Um, well, do you know when they'll be back?
Not likely soon.
I was looking for Dusty Bilodeau.
Here were where they found him.
"Where they found him"?
Lost his job working for some rich asshole.
Fired. Had to go on the dole.
Spent a year looking for work,
then drove his truck into that thresher garage,
lowered the door, and cranked her up.
He painted that before he went inside.
Nobody could figure what it meant.
Phones that haven't been charged can't ring, and they can't play messages.
And they can't text back.
But it did.
You did.
I need to know something, Mr. Harrigan.
I need to know if you had anything to do with Kenny Yankovich dying.
I know I told you that I was afraid, but I didn't want him to die.
This is crazy.
If you did have anything to do with him dying, then…
knock on my wall.
Knock on my wall three times.
Craig.
If I tell you something, can you keep it between us?
I mean, you have to, right? It's, like, a rule of some kind.
Your father's right, of course.
Your phone was hacked. Somebody's messing with you.
Your teacher is right too.
I'm good friends with Father Ingersoll.
St. Anne's over in Gates Falls.
That's the church where Kenny was baptized.
He told me about the accident. The details of the accident.
Kenny tried to sneak out late at night from his second-story bedroom.
He'd been drinking heavily.
They think he slipped on the roof and fell.
It was a tragic accident. That's all.
Snapped his neck on impact.
You know, I think it's time
that you examine your relationship to your phone.
You remember reading Matthew 5:30?
"And if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off, and cast it from thee
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish…
and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell."
-Hi, how can I help you? -I need to get rid of my phone.
Okay.
You're gonna love this baby.
I'm actually only upgrading 'cause I got some strange texts.
Did you know the sender?
Yeah, I did, but, um, he's not around.
The first iPhones had some weird glitches. Rushed production.
My guess is that the messages somehow got stuck in the software
and would occasionally pop up.
Call it a ghost in the machine.
But not a holy one.
Huh?
Nothing.
All right. Your number's the same.
I've transferred your contacts and info from your old phone to your new one.
-All of them? -Yeah.
-You can delete the ones you don't need. -Okay.
As for your old phone, we do have a charitable program here.
We completely erase it, scrub it, and donate it
to people who need new cell phones but can't afford them.
Okay. Um…
No, actually, um,
I'll… I'll donate it myself.
-My little sister needs one. -Okay.
Thank you, God.
You can hide things, but
they're not gone, not really.
They follow you, whisper in your ear, making sure that you don't forget,
that you continue to question.
I wondered where the Yankovich family moved to
and if they still grieved.
I wondered if the old house made noises with no one there to hear.
Calling out, echoes.
I wondered if Mr. Harrigan missed me.
I wondered who I would become
and whether what I'd done would leave a mark on me, defining me.
I got in.
I wondered if anyone would ever know.
I hope not.
-Got your AAA card? -Yup.
And, uh, new mailing address is on the kitchen table?
Yeah.
Make sure you set up an account at the bookstore.
And do it soon in case they run low on supplies.
Okay, I will.
Winter coats.
No, I'll be back, Dad, before winter.
Gonna be okay?
Yeah.
I'm just so happy for you, buddy.
Thanks, Dad.
I love you.
I love you too, buddy.
Okay.
-Call me if you need anything. -I will. I will.
Someone once said that you never really leave home
but that you take it with you wherever you go.
Personally, I hope that wasn't completely true
as there were some things I really wish would stay at home
and not follow me to Boston,
which was two hours and a million miles from Harlow.
I got a writing scholarship to Emerson,
which had a great journalism program.
-Yeah. -Hey.
Are you Craig?
My freshman roommate was Julian Summers, from LA.
Studying drama. Wanted to be a movie star.
…is the most important thing that you can do.
I dug right in and studied hard.
I felt like I owed that to my dad.
And, of course, to Mr. Harrigan.
Hey, Craig, take a quick look at this for me.
Should the photo be below the byline?
Near the top is more journalistic, don't you think?
-Yeah, probably. Thank you. -Yeah.
-How do you listen to this shit? -A friend turned me on to it.
Some friend. Spin the dial, dude. Seriously.
-Hey, Dad. -Hey, buddy.
-What's going on? -I've got some really bad news.
The headline read, "Beloved teacher killed in Vermont."
And the opening line said, "Victoria Corrales Hart,
a biology teacher at Gates Falls High School,
was killed Sunday in a head-on collision."
Since I left, Ms. Hart had gotten engaged.
And that's who was with her that day, her fiancé.
They had taken a long weekend to visit the town of Chester,
stay in a cabin retreat, and soak up some autumn.
They were on their way back and almost to the New Hampshire border
when they approached Deane Whitmore of Waltham, Massachusetts.
-Oh!
Where's her fiancé?
He's still in the hospital. Gonna be there a while.
I heard the asshole that did this was so drunk
that he walked away without a scrape.
Guy had four drunk driving arrests and no current license.
He better not get away with this.
He won't.
The four-year prison sentence will be suspended
if the defendant agrees to rehab for six months.
But he did.
He did get away with it.
Deane Whitmore was sent to a rehab center
that was more like a country club than a prison.
Mr. Harrigan.
There's a man named Deane Whitmore
who killed a teacher of mine from high school.
He was drunk
and crashed into Ms. Hart and her fiancé.
She was a good person.
She helped me when I needed help,
and he didn't get what he deserved.
I want him dead.
As soon as I hung up the phone, I regretted making the call.
I felt guilty.
I was guilty.
I told myself it was crazy to even think about.
That it was impossible.
That nothing would happen to Deane Whitmore.
That I should let it go.
Hi.
What do you want?
I work for a newspaper in Boston.
I was hoping to get some information on someone who's being treated here.
Go to the front. Ask in there.
Deane Whitmore.
Yeah.
I wanna know how he died.
I'd be willing to pay $100 for some information.
200.
He killed himself.
-How? -In the shower.
How?
You sure you wanna hear this?
Yes.
Each guest has their own room, their own shower.
It's nice. Real lux.
-Way better than where I live, for sure. -How?
Choked himself to death.
Before breakfast,
he chugged down some shampoo to grease the runway.
Then he took a fancy bar of soap and broke it in two.
Dropped half on the floor
and crammed the other half down his throat.
You said fancy soap.
Starts with a B.
Booth Bay?
Yeah, that's it. That's it. How'd you know?
Did he write a suicide note?
Sort of. Piece of paper. One line.
What'd it say?
It was kind of sweet, actually. A bit of a prayer.
It was, um, "keep giving all the love…"
"…love you can." It's not a prayer.
It's not?
It's lyrics to a song.
When you fall, even if you see it coming,
even if you willed it to happen,
it still shocks you.
-There's no bottom.
No end.
You just fall.
"The horror."
After you died, I went into your closet.
The secret closet.
It's not terrible at all. Just memories.
Your secrets are my secrets.
That's why you chose me to read.
Your mother died when you were a boy.
Just like me.
You knew what loneliness felt like.
What it feels like.
Just like me.
I think that's why you tried to stay in touch.
It took a while, but I figured it out, Mr. Harrigan,
what you were trying to tell me in your texts.
Um…
C-C-C
S-T…
means, "Craig, stop,"
doesn't it?
Are you telling me to stop
because I'm hurting you?
If that is the case, that it's hurting you, then I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Or are you saying stop because I'm hurting myself?
Is it just you looking out because you care?
If that's it, then…
thank you.
Thank you.
You can rest now, Mr. Harrigan.
I'm sorry, Mom.
I'm so sorry.
In the 21st century,
I think our phones are how we are wedded to the world.
If so, it's probably a bad marriage.
There are a great many things I'm not sure of anymore.
Reality itself, for a start.
I do know one thing, however, and it's as solid as New England rock.
When I die,
when it's my time to go…
I wanna be buried with empty pockets.
‎“当神明想惩罚我们时 ‎就会实现我们的祈祷”
‎这是奥斯卡王尔德写的
‎我们没看过这本书
‎或许我们应该看一下才对
‎缅因州的哈洛镇其实不是城镇 ‎只是一个村庄 现在也依然是
‎尽管我已经搬走了
‎那里有一座只有六间房的 ‎小学初中混合学校
‎有霍伊超市
‎售卖杂货和红魔鬼彩票
‎再过去些就是盖茨瀑布镇 ‎比这里要大
‎那里有我爸最爱的蒙德罗餐厅
‎每次他成为月度销售冠军 ‎我们就会去那里用餐
‎以前这样的机会是很多的 ‎但现在比较少了
‎从我妈去世后就这样了
‎哈洛镇还有城堡湖和岩架
‎针叶林植被到了这里 ‎就变成光秃秃的岩石了
‎这种地貌是新英格兰地区典型的存在
‎但在我谈论高额彩票
‎肯尼扬科维奇对我的折磨 ‎和众人濒死的状况前
‎我应该先说说 ‎我是怎么恰巧去为哈里根先生工作的
‎是因为教会
‎《撒母耳记下》 ‎第一章第19节和第20节
‎“以色列啊 你尊荣者在山上被杀
‎大英雄何竟死亡！
‎不要在迦特报告
‎不要在亚实基伦街上传扬
‎免得非利士的女子欢乐
‎免得未受割礼之人的女子矜夸”
‎谢谢你 克雷格
‎非常不错
‎我很高兴各位今天早上的到来…
‎从那天起 我一直在想
‎如果…
‎以及为什么是我
‎他为什么会选择我？
‎约翰哈里根是缅因州最富有的人 ‎一个亿万富翁
‎不知能不能和你的儿子谈谈？
‎他的视力越来越不行了
‎他想雇一个人念书给他听
‎可供选择的还有其他一些孩子 ‎年纪更大些 更会朗读的孩子
‎是因为他知道五美元的时薪
‎对于一个迫不及待 ‎想逃离孤单家庭的孩子
‎有多大的吸引力吗？
‎或者是别的原因
‎只能靠我自己去探索的原因？
‎你好 我是…
‎我知道你是谁
‎一直走到底 再向右转
‎“…单单这就足以唤醒激情
‎当激情消亡或是匮乏
‎那种无与伦比的美丽 ‎也会变得让人无法理解
‎甚至有点可鄙
‎相互触碰时那温暖生动的美丽 ‎要比智慧之美深沉得多”
‎“金钱究竟是什么？
‎我是说 爸爸 钱有什么作用？
‎董贝先生把椅子拉回到原位
‎拍了拍他的头
‎你以后会越来越明白的 小家伙
‎保罗 金钱是无所不能的”
‎尽管我十分想念她
‎但我父亲的思念比我更深
‎没有她在身边 他似乎非常悲伤 空虚
‎作为孩子 我有种古怪的偏执
‎就是 认为我妈妈的死是我的错
‎认为我对此是有责任的
‎认为我本可以控制的
‎如果我真的控制住了
‎那我或许就能阻止这事
‎-你在做什么？ ‎-没什么 抱歉
‎那与你无关
‎你有什么问题想问吗？
‎如果你有的话 我会回答的
‎柜子里有什么？
‎秘密
‎可怕的秘密
‎“在悟道的紧要关头 ‎他是否会重温旧梦
‎再次经历每一种欲望、诱惑和胆怯？
‎他因看到某种意象 某种幻觉 ‎而低声哭泣
‎他哭喊了两声
‎但这种哭喊像呼气一样若有若无
‎恐怖”
‎“恐怖
‎恐怖”
‎你明白你刚刚念的是什么意思吗？
‎你明白康拉德在表达什么意思吗？
‎我想我明白
‎今天是发薪日 克雷格
‎谢谢
‎我不在的时候 你会看书吗？
‎是的 我会看这些东西
‎这些东西不是很无趣吗？
‎无趣？
‎我觉得财务是让人很兴奋的东西
‎你还记得《董贝父子》吗？
‎是我们念过的第二本书 是我念的
‎董贝想教会他儿子明白 ‎金钱真正的价值
‎不在于它的购买力
‎金钱真正的价值
‎在于它强大的力量
‎但那个叫保罗的男孩曾问过
‎“为什么金钱没能挽救我妈妈？” ‎之类的话
‎他还问过他父亲金钱是否是残忍的
‎如果使用得当 的确可以很残忍
‎（约翰哈里根：残酷自私）
‎约翰哈里根并不太受欢迎
‎他一辈子没结婚 没有孩子
‎跟仅剩的家人间也没有往来
‎或许正因此他才会显得那么孤独
‎（哈里根集团再次发生自杀案）
‎也许他把那种孤独 ‎也施加在别人身上了
‎（哈里根碰什么 什么就会死）
‎我能理解那种感觉
‎（来自哈里根先生的祝福）
‎你妈妈以前认为买彩票就是在赌博
‎如果她知道 ‎我让你去哈里根那里工作 还买彩票
‎那她在坟墓里也会气得打滚
‎好吧 去吧
‎-你要去哪里？ ‎-我要用我的幸运硬币
‎那是第一次
‎但从那天起
‎他每年都会手写四张贺卡给我
‎情人节 我九月的生日
‎感恩节和圣诞节
‎没中
‎他是个守财奴 ‎付你廉价的工资 给你廉价的奖金
‎一张价值一美元的 ‎从霍伊超市购买的红魔鬼彩票？
‎你先前说妈妈气得在坟墓里打滚 ‎是什么意思？
‎什么？
‎气得在坟墓里打滚
‎那只是一句俗语罢了
‎意思大概是 一旦一个人死后安息了
‎就不该再为活人世界的任何事操心
‎好吧
‎“好了 孩子们 ‎洛基对着麦克风说道
‎在这节课结束前 再快速练习一下吧
‎他命令管弦乐队开始演奏
‎然后开始在台上拍手跺脚
‎让音乐开始奏响
‎不一会儿 顾客们也开始一起拍手
‎跺脚
‎我们都开始在地板中间走动
‎所有人都看着时钟的分针
‎突然间 18号的凯德卡姆
‎一巴掌扇在伴侣的脸上
‎他用左手将她举起来
‎用右手来回地扇她
‎但她没有反应 ‎她已经沉沉地睡过去了
‎她咯咯地呜咽了几声
‎然后滑倒在地上”
‎“裁判吹响了口哨
‎所有顾客都开始兴奋地跳起来
‎参加马拉松舞会的顾客们 ‎不必做好准备…”
‎够了
‎我们第一次念这个的时候 ‎我还不太明白标题的意思
‎那现在你觉得是什么意思呢？
‎如果正承受痛苦的马 ‎可以一死得到解脱
‎为什么人类无法获得同样的待遇？
‎死亡的恩赐
‎不再感到痛苦
‎或烦恼
‎或担忧
‎我每周给他念三次书 持续了五年 ‎期间只缺席过一次
‎那次是因为我患了严重的流感
‎我对于缺席的事很过意不去 ‎因为我开始想着
‎我们相处的时候 ‎是不是他每周最快乐的时间
‎那让他有了念想 有了活下去的动力
‎（校车 盖茨瀑布高中）
‎哈洛镇的孩子 ‎都要去盖茨瀑布镇上高中
‎因为哈洛镇没有高中
‎比利尤布罗斯的哥哥麦克 ‎我们都叫他“德军潜艇”
‎已经在那里混得很熟了 ‎且没有受到伤害
‎他同意如果我们付给他钱 ‎他就带我们了解那里的规矩
‎（欢迎各位同学返校）
‎真乖
‎男孩女孩们 ‎该带你们了解这里的秘密了
‎停
‎把眼睛睁大 耳朵都竖起来
‎前方有危险
‎在你们的左边
‎别盯着看 也别冒险跑过去
‎除非你想被一拳揍在眼睛上 ‎或是患上肺癌 多个纹身
‎盖茨瀑布高中禁止欺凌新人
‎但那并不意味着这种事不会发生
‎你们得准备好面对冷眼和刻薄的表情
‎别忍受被人欺负
‎否则你们接下来几年会身处地狱中 ‎就跟监狱的情况一样
‎低调点 别被人注意到
‎谢了 德军潜艇
‎别以为这些规矩对你不适用 玛吉
‎那些高年级女生非常刻薄恶毒
‎她们不会对你一击致命
‎而是会在接下来的几年慢慢折磨你
‎千万别进这里
‎本次旅程的最后一站
‎食堂 ‎这里是受欢迎的孩子相聚的地方
‎他们都有智能手机
‎摩托罗拉 雷蛇 ‎用三星的都在那边的角落里
‎那一桌是用苹果手机的
‎苹果手机才刚上市啊 ‎他们是怎么买到的？
‎因为他们是受欢迎的孩子
‎我们也得买手机才行
‎当你从小在小镇长大
‎突然接触到外面的世界
‎你的整个世界都会拓宽
‎你会看到陌生而又各自不同的面孔
‎其中一些人是友好的
‎但另外一些会以 ‎非常黑暗的方式被吸引到你身边
‎有些人会无缘无故地不喜欢你
‎你好啊 我先前见过你 小矮子
‎拿着
‎往里面看看
‎鞋油？
‎每个新生都要擦鞋 ‎你必须在马桶上把我的鞋擦干净
‎-我得去上课了 ‎-不行 你得先把我的鞋擦干净
‎-不 ‎-你不会想犯这种错误的
‎给我擦鞋 ‎否则我就把这管鞋油塞进你嘴里
‎孩子们
‎有什么问题吗？
‎没有 没事
‎袋子里是什么？ ‎不会是捉弄人的工具吧？
‎不是
‎-我得去上课了 ‎-等等
‎-你叫什么名字？ ‎-克雷格
‎袋子里装的什么 克雷格？
‎是…
‎半个三明治
‎他刚刚问我想不想吃
‎好吧
‎你会后悔的
‎我救了你 你应该说谢谢才对
‎去你妈的谢谢
‎-你都不认识我 我对你做了什么？ ‎-你想让我出丑
‎你应该乖乖擦鞋的 小矮子
‎你真应该乖乖擦鞋的
‎终于回来了
‎高中第一天 怎么样？
‎挺好的
‎就这样吗？仅仅是挺好的？
‎好吧 简直棒极了
‎你该带的东西都带了吗？
‎是的
‎-那你喜欢那些老师们吗？ ‎-挺好的 爸爸 一切都挺好的
‎好吧
‎如果你有什么需要 就…
‎好的
‎爸
‎什么事？
‎能给我买部手机吗？
‎你要手机做什么？
‎比如 我需要帮助 或是打报警电话
‎我们住在这么小的镇上 ‎你大喊一声 就有警察来帮忙
‎好吧
‎“尤吉斯如果待得够久的话 ‎就会发现这些事
‎那些肮脏的工作都是他们做的
‎所以并不存在欺骗
‎他们掌握了这里的精神 ‎于是也学着跟其他人一样
‎尤吉斯去到那里时
‎想着要成为一个有用的人 慢慢崛起
‎成为一个有技术的人
‎但他很快就会发现他犯了个错
‎因为在帕肯城 ‎认真干活的人从来都无法崛起”
‎够了！
‎我忘了我有多厌恶 ‎这类社会主义者的噱头了
‎所以你认为辛克莱尔错了
‎人可以通过遵守规矩、认真干活 ‎来改变人生？
‎克雷格
‎别误会
‎我欣赏勤劳工作
‎我非常喜欢聪明工作
‎必须有极强的竞争性才能生存
‎要想成为第一 必须大胆
‎必须冷酷无情
‎别请求别人给你你需要的东西
‎要请求…不 别请求任何东西
‎而是要求获得你想要的东西
‎-哈里根先生 ‎-怎么了？
‎你这辈子有没有遇到过
‎试图霸凌你 利用你的人？ ‎我是指 在工作方面
‎每一天都会遇到
‎那你是怎么处理的？
‎严厉还击
‎瞧瞧啊
‎哇！
‎这简直…
‎下次我们去蒙德罗餐厅时 ‎我会穿上它
‎你也有礼物呢
‎先把小的拆开吧 ‎把我的礼物留到最后拆
‎-是哈里根先生送的 ‎-哇！真好奇他会送什么
‎惊喜
‎-我马上回来 ‎-好的
‎我中奖了
‎-真的吗？多少钱？ ‎-你一定会觉得难以置信
‎一百万
‎是三千美元！
‎这应该是最棒的礼物了
‎要想胜过这份礼物会很难了
‎或许你应该先拆我的礼物才对
‎-真的 ‎-爸
‎嘿
‎不客气 儿子
‎那个女店员都帮我弄好了 ‎已经设置好 充好电 可以直接用了
‎你第一个要打给谁？
‎喂？
‎圣诞快乐 哈里根先生
‎-是克雷格吗？ ‎-我是克雷格
‎你在哪里？ ‎听起来你像是在月球背面一样
‎我在用手机跟你说话
‎不要啊 手机的辐射值很高的
‎有什么事吗？
‎我只是想告诉你 ‎你送的礼物 那张彩票 中奖了
‎我中了3000美元
‎很好
‎买了那么久彩票 终于中奖了
‎谢谢
‎谢谢你送给我这样的礼物
‎没什么的
‎我经常会送彩票给朋友
‎就这事吗 克雷格？
‎我想是的
‎圣诞快乐
‎好吧 圣诞…
‎放假后回来上学真是太受罪了
‎-你急什么 克雷格？ ‎-你要去哪里？
‎啊？
‎-开什么玩笑！ ‎-不是吧
‎不是吧
‎在那之后不久 ‎玛吉、比利和德军潜艇也都买了手机
‎但只有我的是苹果手机
‎而且比利和德军潜艇 ‎只能共用一部雷蛇手机
‎谢谢
‎克雷格 有件事我一直想跟你谈谈
‎你已经为我工作很久了
‎我突然意识到 和刚开始的时候相比
‎你已经是个完全不同的人了
‎我的问题是
‎你为什么继续来这里？
‎-你是希望我不再来了吗？ ‎-不 不是
‎那你是什么意思？
‎你的时间完全可以用来
‎参加体育俱乐部 或者跟女孩一起玩
‎但你每周却要来这里三天
‎为什么？
‎是出于某种义务吗？
‎完全不是
‎那是为什么？
‎因为我很享受我们相处的时光
‎为什么？
‎我来这里是因为我…
‎喜欢你那些书的味道
‎我来这里是因为我喜欢我们的对话
‎我来这里是因为 当我大声念书时
‎它可以为我提供 ‎我在别的地方感受不到的力量
‎我来这里是因为我想来
‎周四见
‎我想清楚要怎么花那笔奖金了
‎那笔奖金要按照我们说好的那样 ‎存入你的大学基金里
‎你说的是大部分要存进大学基金里
‎我多久才买一次东西？
‎几乎从来不买
‎我想好要用剩下的钱做些什么了
‎-下午好 皮特 ‎-下午好
‎-你好 艾德娜 ‎-你好 孩子
‎谢谢
‎你来了啊
‎-哈里根先生 我给你买了份礼物 ‎-我什么都不需要
‎谢谢
‎我很感激你这份心意
‎但我还是不要了
‎-把这个给你父亲吧 ‎-他说你肯定会这么说的
‎那他真是个有智慧的人
‎亨利戴维梭罗说过
‎“不是我们在占有物品 ‎是物品在占有我们”
‎我家里连电视机都没有
‎因为如果我家有的话 ‎我就会花时间去看
‎我的车里有收音机 家里却没有
‎尽管我偶尔会听听乡村乐和西部乐
‎如果我有的话 就会浪费更多时间
‎-好吧 那我… ‎-不
‎我现在开始希望那张彩票没中奖了
‎-你看到这些东西了吗？ ‎-嗯
‎这些东西叫图标
‎这个代表的是股市
‎我订阅了《 华尔街日报》
‎好吧 但《华尔街日报 》可没这功能
‎-这些数字是实时的吗？ ‎-是的
‎可能要晚一两分钟吧
‎我的天呐
‎这简直就像拥有一台 ‎专属自己的证券收报机
‎就像以前巨头豪宅里的设备
‎没错 ‎并且如果你想看《日报》《福布斯》
‎或类似的东西 也可以做到
‎“巴顿乐器行宣布停业”
‎这上面没刊登啊
‎因为这是昨天的
‎报纸上的新闻会迟一天 都是这样的 ‎但这是今天的新闻
‎是我过于傲慢自大了 克雷格
‎那我还是收下这份礼物吧
‎-暂且收下 ‎-我很高兴
‎你能把桌上的电话给我吗？
‎你可以用这个打电话
‎-是吗？ ‎-是的
‎通话才是主要用途
‎你只要拨出你想要的号码 ‎用手指去触碰
‎-你有四格信号 ‎-什么是“格”？
‎跟新建的信号塔有关 总之不用管
‎-这样比较好吗？ ‎-是的 很好
‎齐克
‎我是约翰哈里根
‎我有手机了
‎我想调整一下资产组合
‎是的
‎怎么样？他喜欢吗？
‎不能说喜欢
‎我早提醒过你了
‎应该说爱不释手
‎我还可以设置闹钟…
‎我每次过去 在念书前 ‎都会教他一些手机的新功能
‎我带他了解互联网
‎帮助他上雅虎和谷歌
‎教他怎么发短信 怎么用语音信箱
‎我现在不想接电话
‎如果合适的话 我会再打给你
‎可以吗？
‎我现在不想接电话
‎如果合适的话 我会再打给你
‎-恐怕不希望打回去 ‎-完美
‎甚至将他的手机个性化
‎-现在我们来给你设计个句柄吧 ‎-什么句柄？
‎差不多是外号的意思
‎如果你给我打电话或发信息 ‎我的手机上就会蹦出这个名字
‎你要我给我取个外号？
‎或许可以是别人对你的代称 ‎在这里输入
‎很多报纸以前都叫我这个
‎这可不是在夸赞我
‎“海盗王” 真赞 ‎有人给你打过电话了吗？
‎没有 只有推销员和打错电话的人
‎我无法忍受木琴铃声
‎那就重新给你设置个铃声
‎-好些了吗？ ‎-好些了
‎-我还是不会接的 ‎-哪怕是我打来的也不接？
‎我怎么知道是你打的？
‎-你喜欢乡村乐和西部乐吧？ ‎-是的
‎-你最喜欢哪首歌？ ‎-太多了
‎塔米威尼特的《支持你的男人》
‎铃声
‎这首吗？
‎没错 真棒
‎你听听
‎我可以把它设为铃声
‎找到了 《支持你的男人》 好了 给
‎现在给我打电话 ‎我的号码在你的“重要联系人”名单里
‎这样当我们给彼此打电话 ‎就能知道是对方打来的了
‎是的 很好
‎好了 我们今天要念些什么？
‎你还好吧？
‎不太好
‎不 我有些困扰
‎也许你可以给我解释一下
‎我已经在手机上看文章有一个月了
‎这些文章都是免费的
‎-是吗？ ‎-不
‎我在免费看别人花不少钱买的东西
‎这很棒 不是吗？
‎不 才不是
‎泄露信息
‎跟我所知的一切成功商业手法相悖
‎互联网就像是断裂的水管
‎但流出的不是水 ‎而是各种各样的信息
‎我不明白
‎是引诱人的手段吗？
‎我在真诚发问 克雷格
‎这有点像是弗莱堡博览会
‎第一轮游戏通常都是免费的
‎我们现在还在第一轮游戏中
‎弗莱堡博览会
‎这些网站上也没有广告
‎广告是报纸的命脉
‎他们要如何存活下去？
‎我觉得这不是引诱人的手段
‎我觉得这是入门毒品
‎我已经注意到
‎我的谷歌搜索结果 ‎基本都是经济方面的信息
‎它知道我想要什么
‎如果他们把水管又关上了怎么办？
‎不再有免费赠品
‎虚假信息变得越来越常见 ‎且被人们作为真的接受
‎如果他们利用这东西
‎来散播更多胡说八道的东西 ‎又会如何呢？
‎报纸 记者 政客
‎我们所有人 ‎以前都会被这三者的组合吓到
‎我去帮帮皮特
‎他死死地盯着他的手机 ‎就像那是神奇八号球一样
‎那一天 在短短数秒的时间里
‎哈里根先生预测了未来
‎互联网的未来 ‎新闻和假新闻的未来
‎以及社交媒体 付费墙 垃圾邮件
‎甚至包括朱利安阿桑奇 ‎爱德华斯诺登和整个世界
‎早上好 克雷格
‎早上好 哈特老师
‎（雷吉娜）
‎（克雷格：你的毛衣很好看）
‎（谢谢）
‎你这是智能手机吗？
‎没错 是苹果手机
‎我注意到你了哦 富家子弟
‎-你想看我的手机吗？ ‎-好的
‎真的很酷 它有个巨大的…
‎对哦 我没有手机
‎我能看看你的吗？
‎好的
‎谢谢
‎哇
‎真棒
‎小心
‎“但这是新故事的开始
‎男人的渐进式更新
‎一个关于他逐渐获得新生
‎从一个世界进入另一个世界的故事
‎一个关于他进入全新的 ‎未知人生的故事
‎这可能会是一个新故事的主题 ‎但我们现在的故事已经结束了”
‎抱歉
‎快滚远些吧 手机魔鬼
‎好样的
‎我挺喜欢偶尔念一本俄国小说的
‎你能去中间抽屉 ‎把我的支票簿取来吗？
‎谢谢
‎找到了吗？
‎谢谢
‎氧气罐是新买的啊 你没事吧？
‎我一般都是晚上用
‎我一直想问你一件事
‎你为什么会搬来这里？
‎搬到哈洛镇来？
‎你明明可以住在任何地方
‎作为一个在城市里生活了一辈子的人
‎我想尝试在乡下生活
‎我去很多地方看过 ‎最终决定在这里定居
‎这里虽然有风景
‎但都算不上什么奇观
‎奇观妙景会吸引很多人来
‎我并不怎么喜欢人
‎没人会对我有所求
‎我想找一个…
‎没人会对我有所求的地方
‎因为当他们对我有所求时
‎我几乎都会同意
‎那你呢？除了这里 有别的什么地方 ‎是你想去定居的吗？
‎或许洛杉矶吧
‎或许我可以写写电影剧本
‎应该的确需要有人去做这些事
‎你会想家吗？
‎想看看你父亲的面容 ‎或是在你母亲坟前献一束花？
‎是的 我偶尔会回来一趟的
‎如果你真去了那个鬼地方
‎进入了那个行业
‎你要知道那里一定很困难 很不公平
‎并且你还会树敌
‎反正我就树敌无数
‎是的 我知道
‎克雷格 我要你答应我一件事
‎好的
‎如果你跟他们发生了冲突
‎那你一定要迅速解决他们
‎解决你的敌人们
‎解决
‎迅速
‎也不要为这么做而感到丝毫愧疚
‎答应我
‎答应我！
‎好的
‎我答应你
‎好的
‎谢谢你 哈里根先生
‎乐意之至 克雷格
‎对于一切都如此
‎我觉得他既可怕又令人兴奋
‎哪怕他已经如此虚弱 ‎却依旧掌控着力量
‎他或许是个非常危险的人
‎但我是他的朋友
‎他亲口承认过
‎从他抽屉里那些 ‎未曾被刮开的彩票来看
‎我觉得他的朋友并不多
‎（谢谢你送的贺卡和彩票）
‎（为你工作是我的荣幸）
‎哈里根先生？
‎（海盗王）
‎（克雷格）
‎哈里根先生？
‎先生？
‎抱歉 我儿子来电话了
‎克雷格？
‎是哈里根先生 我觉得…
‎他好像死了
‎-他没有呼吸 我觉得… ‎-那些管家呢？
‎今天是星期二
‎他们没来
‎好的 听我说
‎你就在那里等着
‎去外面等着 我来叫救护车
‎“这是最好的时代
‎也是最坏的时代
‎这是充满智慧的时代 ‎也是充满愚昧的时代
‎这是充满信仰的时期
‎也是充满怀疑的时期
‎这是充满光明的季节 ‎也是充满黑暗的季节
‎这是充满希望的春天 ‎也是充满绝望的冬天
‎我们的眼前就是一切 ‎我们的眼前也一无所有
‎我们都将直接通往天堂
‎我们也都将直接通往地狱”
‎我要去睡了
‎妈的
‎（我会怀念 ‎我们一起度过的那些午后）
‎“一切苦毒 恼恨 忿怒 嚷闹 毁谤
‎并一切的恶毒 都当从你们中间除掉
‎并要以恩慈相待
‎存怜悯的心 彼此饶恕
‎正如神在基督里饶恕了你们一样”
‎想不想再看最后一眼？
‎我想等等 我想最后一个上去
‎你慢慢来 我在外面等你
‎他身上穿的是我从没见过的一套西装
‎葬仪师为他化了妆 ‎好让他看起来健康一些
‎但健康的人 ‎可不会闭着眼睛躺在棺材里
‎很多人都是从很远的地方赶来
‎为约翰送行…
‎哈里根先生被安葬在 ‎离我母亲的坟墓很近的地方
‎我只去过她的坟前一次
‎爸爸每周都去看她 但我一直没去
‎我猜是因为 如果我真的去了…
‎那我就会清楚她已经永远地离开了
‎约翰哈里根是个很难应付的人 ‎但我知道他很公平
‎今天竟然有人来参加他的葬礼 ‎不知他是否会觉得惊讶
‎打扰一下 你是克雷格吧？
‎是的 先生
‎我是齐克拉夫迪 ‎我负责约翰哈里根的财务
‎我想跟你谈谈
‎跟你占有哈里根先生的某些东西有关
‎我…
‎他的律师大约在一周后就会联系你
‎-我有麻烦了吗？ ‎-到底怎么回事？
‎别担心 是好事
‎这封信应该足以说明一切
‎我是两个月前收到的
‎他让我暂且收着 ‎等到这样的场合再交给你
‎祝二位今天愉快
‎怎么了？
‎我觉得他在遗嘱里给你留了东西
‎要我现在打开吗？
‎“克雷格 如果你在看这封信 ‎说明我已经去世了
‎我给你留了80万美元在基金里
‎受托人是你父亲和查尔斯拉夫迪
‎他以前帮我处理生意 ‎现在将担任我的执行人
‎我算过了 ‎这笔钱将足以供你念完大学”
‎如果你选择念研究生 那也够了
‎也足以让你开启你所选择的职业生涯
‎你先前提到过当编剧 ‎如果你真的想做这行
‎那你当然应该去努力追求
‎但你要明白 ‎我并不赞同你这样的想法
‎关于编剧 有个低俗的笑话
‎我不会在这里再说一遍
‎不过 你可以在手机上查到
‎关键词是编剧和小明星
‎电影是昙花一现的 但是书 ‎尤其是好书 却是永恒或接近永恒的
‎“你给我念过很多好书 ‎但还有许多等待着被作者撰写
‎我就言尽于此了
‎即使有学校开销
‎到你年满26岁时 ‎80万也可能增值至100万或更多
‎届时信托就会到期
‎你可以把剩余的钱花掉 ‎或是用于投资
‎另附 ‎我也会怀念一起度过的那些午后”
‎怎么了？
‎你像见了鬼一样
‎（我会怀念 ‎我们一起度过的那些午后）
‎我现在不想接电话
‎如果合适的话 我会再打给你
‎我想你了 哈里根先生
‎我很感激你留给我的那些钱
‎但如果那些钱能换你继续活着 ‎我愿意交换
‎我知道这听起来像是谎言 但并不是
‎真的不是
‎你起来了吗？
‎-嗯 ‎-我在做早餐
‎（海盗王）
‎爸
‎哈里根先生没有死 ‎起码今天凌晨2点半时还没死
‎-就发个“CCC”？ ‎-我们得把他挖出来
‎-我们把他活埋了 ‎-你胡说什么？
‎我们得找人去墓地 ‎得找一台推土机 然后…
‎等等 到底怎么回事？
‎-我把他的手机放进棺材里了 ‎-你为什么把他的手机放进棺材里？
‎我知道我不该那么做 那很诡异
‎但我就是做了 现在收到了短信
‎这肯定是可以解释的
‎有人黑进了他的手机 复制了手机
‎他们只是在捉弄你罢了
‎如果是要捉弄我
‎为什么发来的信息不是 ‎“救命啊 我被困在棺材里了”？
‎你这句的确很搞笑
‎为什么是两个A字母 ‎和三个我的名字首字母 说不通啊
‎我们必须去一趟 去看看他的情况
‎不 不去 我来跟你解释下原因
‎-坐下 ‎-不
‎克雷格 坐下
‎约翰哈里根是在无人的情况下去世的
‎因此对他进行了尸检
‎结果发现 他死于心脏病
‎把他开膛破肚了？
‎是的
‎我并不想告诉你这事 ‎我不希望你的心神被这事影响
‎但这总比让你觉得 ‎他被活埋了要好吧？
‎他没有 他不可能被活埋
‎他已经死了
‎你明白吗？
‎嗯
‎你跑来这里做什么 小子？
‎谢谢
‎你没事吧 克雷格？
‎没事
‎他说过他会给你留点东西
‎-留了吗？ ‎-留了
‎他非常慷慨
‎他也照顾了我和皮特
‎是的 他…
‎他是个好人 不是吗？
‎他是个诚实公正的人
‎但千万不要跟他作对
‎什么意思？
‎你还记得达斯蒂比洛多吗？
‎住在那边黑熊拖车公园的比洛多一家
‎我见过 他怎么了？
‎他是皮特接手之前的园丁 ‎但还没干到八个月
‎就被哈里根先生抓到偷窃 ‎于是就把他开除了
‎达斯蒂没有道歉 直接走了 ‎他以为事情就到此为止了
‎但是并没有
‎他怎么了？达斯蒂后来怎么了？
‎我说得已经够多了
‎房子里有什么东西是你想要的吗？ ‎拿着做个念想？
‎我不知道 或许可以拿一盆兰花？
‎好的 亲爱的
‎那就拿一盆兰花
‎（出售）
‎齐克拉夫迪留下了艾德娜和皮特 ‎来照料房子
‎波特兰的一家房地产公司 ‎过来竖起了出售牌
‎也有几个买家过来看房
‎在经历了手机被黑引起的纷乱之后
‎生活对我来说变慢了很多
‎在学校也过得不错 ‎我甚至喜欢上了那些课程
‎哈特老师教的是科学
‎她是学校里最好的老师
‎谁能告诉我大部分的…
‎克雷格
‎海洋生物贡献了70％的氧气
‎没错
‎你说得太对了
‎肯尼扬科维奇被开除了 ‎因为他在学校里售卖大麻
‎他觉得是我举报的他 但并不是
‎不过不用每天见到他了 ‎确实挺让我开心的
‎跟大多数地方一样 ‎盖茨瀑布高中也有学校活动
‎第一学期结束时 ‎学校举办了冬季舞会
‎就那种社交舞会 ‎规矩是女孩邀请男孩跳舞
‎我有种直觉 玛吉一定会邀请我
‎但我不喜欢她 起码不是那种喜欢
‎所以我希望有别的人能邀请我
‎（雷吉娜：要跟我一起跳舞吗？）
‎（好的）
‎-我得去一下洗手间 ‎-我陪你过去
‎我们今晚还有两首歌要献给大家
‎我在这里等你
‎你死定了
‎你干什么？
‎-放开我 ‎-我要你的命
‎-我知道是你告发我的 ‎-不是我…
‎为什么要那么做？为什么？
‎现在我只能揍你一顿了
‎我不想伤害你的
‎但是…
‎如果你敢告诉任何人这事 ‎那你就死定了
‎克雷格
‎好了 行了
‎雷吉娜 去体育馆告诉泰勒老师 ‎我十分钟后再回去
‎让他给克雷格的父亲打电话
‎你知道我得上报这事吧？ ‎是扬科维奇干的吗？
‎不是肯尼干的
‎这是好事
‎如果真是他干的 那他肯定会被逮捕
‎因为他已经被开除了
‎到时候会有庭审 我不得不出庭作证
‎所有人都会知道这事
‎如果他又打了别的人怎么办？
‎按住
‎我只想安然度过高中
‎知道吗 克雷格？我觉得你会的
‎好了 我把你嘴唇上的伤处理一下
‎过来
‎你不…好痛
‎抱歉
‎你不是本地人吧？
‎我来自波士顿
‎其实是洛厄尔 ‎但我是在波士顿上的大学
‎哪个大学？
‎爱默生学院
‎怎么了？
‎没什么 只是 你身上很香
‎-只是肥皂味而已 ‎-好吧
‎是布斯贝牌的肥皂 ‎在盖茨瀑布镇就能买到
‎真的很不错 推荐你买给…
‎可以买了送人
‎谢谢
‎谢谢你帮我清理伤口 ‎陪我说话 还有…
‎让高中生活变得似乎可以忍受了
‎我欠你一份人情
‎不 你不欠我任何东西
‎我的确欠你人情
‎真的
‎是谁干的 克雷格？
‎我们能不能别这样 爸爸？
‎我没事
‎这…
‎你得找人说说这事 克雷格
‎哈里根先生 是我 克雷格
‎我知道你不会听到 ‎但今晚发生了一件事
‎我只是想…
‎我需要找人谈谈这事
‎我被一个叫肯尼扬科维奇的
‎大块头蠢货揍得很惨
‎但我做到了我曾答应过你的事
‎我…
‎我努力地去解决他
‎我尽力了
‎那一拳揍得很结实
‎太结实了 ‎以至于我都害怕他会再来对我下手
‎我很害怕这事到此并没有结束
‎真希望你还活着 能给我些建议
‎（德军潜艇：扬科死了）
‎我知道这似乎是显而易见的事
‎但却是我第一次意识到
‎哪怕是个人渣死了 ‎他的父母和家人也会想念他
‎为他哭泣
‎我愚蠢地认为 ‎这种悲伤对我来说很特别
‎肯尼斯詹姆斯扬科维奇的讣告
‎直到周二才刊登在 ‎《盖茨瀑布论坛报》上
‎上面只写着
‎“因意外事故突然去世”
‎再见 哈特老师
‎克雷格
‎不 等一下
‎不行 我还有课
‎我给你写张请假条
‎你刚刚神游到哪里去了？
‎就这里啊
‎并不是
‎是因为肯尼的事吗？
‎克雷格
‎如果你觉得他的死和你有关
‎我看过他的死亡报告
‎很不幸的是 ‎肯尼是一个有着严重问题的孩子
‎家庭问题 学业问题
‎他有严重的心理问题
‎我不知道到底发生了什么事
‎但绝对跟你没关系
‎好了 去上课吧 时间还来得及
‎克雷格
‎死了一个孩子 ‎我无论如何都不可能开心
‎但我很庆幸死的人不是你
‎哈特老师 你相信这世上有鬼吗？
‎我想你肯定不信 毕竟你是个科学家
‎我是老师 不是科学家
‎我知道 但你明白我的意思
‎我不喜欢去思考这种事
‎我绝对不会参加降神会或是玩通灵板
‎去召唤死人
‎为什么？
‎我奶奶以前常说
‎“活人不应该去召唤死人 ‎除非是想得到回应
‎因为并非所有的灵魂都是神圣的”
‎克雷格 你得走了 你还有课
‎（黑熊拖车公园）
‎（比洛多）
‎他们不在家
‎这是比洛多家吗？
‎应该是吧
‎你知道他们什么时候回来吗？
‎短时间内不太可能回来
‎我想找达斯蒂比洛多
‎他们是在这里找到他的
‎“找到他？”
‎他给一个有钱混蛋工作 ‎后来却丢了这份工作
‎被开除了 不得不去领救济金
‎花了一年时间重新找工作
‎随后开着小货车进了那个打谷机车库
‎拉下了门 发动了车
‎（红魔鬼）
‎（去死吧 哈）
‎那是他在进去前用油漆喷的
‎没人知道那是什么意思
‎没有充电的手机 ‎不能响 不能播放语音
‎也无法回短信
‎但它就是回应了
‎你回应了
‎我需要知道一件事 哈里根先生
‎我需要知道 ‎肯尼扬科维奇的死是否和你有关
‎我知道我告诉过你我很害怕 ‎但我不想让他死
‎这太疯狂了
‎如果你真的和他的死有关 那么…
‎请敲敲我的墙
‎敲三下
‎克雷格
‎如果我告诉你一件事 ‎你能别告诉别人吗？
‎我是说 你必须保密 ‎这算是某种规矩吧
‎你父亲说的当然是对的
‎你的手机被黑了 有人在捉弄你
‎你的老师也是对的
‎我和英格索尔神父是好朋友
‎盖茨瀑布镇的圣安妮教堂
‎肯尼就是在那里受洗的
‎他跟我说了那场事故 ‎关于那场意外事故的细节
‎肯尼深夜想从二楼的卧室偷偷溜出去
‎他当时喝了好多酒
‎他们推断 ‎他在屋顶上滑倒了 摔了下去
‎那是一场悲惨的意外事故 仅此而已
‎撞击折断了他的脖子
‎我觉得你是时候
‎反省一下你和你的手机之间的关系了
‎你念过《马太福音》第5章第30节
‎“若是右手叫你跌倒 就砍下来丢掉
‎宁可失去百体中的一体
‎不叫全身下入地狱”
‎-你好 有什么能帮到你的？ ‎-我要处理掉我的手机
‎好吧
‎你会喜欢这个小宝贝的
‎我其实只想升级一下 ‎因为我收到了一些奇怪的短信
‎你认识发送人吗？
‎是的 我认识 但他已经不在了
‎第一批苹果手机有一些奇怪的故障 ‎那是仓促生产的结果
‎我的猜测是 信息卡在了软件里
‎偶尔会跳出来
‎可以说是“机器里的鬼魂”
‎但却不是神圣的
‎没什么
‎你的电话号码没变
‎我已经把你的通讯录和信息 ‎从旧手机转移到新手机里了
‎-全部吗？ ‎-是的
‎-你可以删掉那些不需要的 ‎-好的
‎至于你的旧手机 ‎我们这里有个慈善项目
‎我们会将上面的信息全部抹除 ‎然后捐出去
‎给那些需要新手机却又买不起的人
‎好的
‎不 其实吧…
‎我想自己捐
‎-我妹妹需要一部手机 ‎-好吧
‎（海盗王 呼叫中…）
‎（呼叫失败）
‎感谢神
‎你可以将一些东西藏起来 但是
‎它们并没有真正地消失
‎它们会跟着你 在你耳边低语 ‎确保你不会忘记
‎让你继续心存疑问
‎我好奇扬科维奇一家搬去了哪里
‎以及他们是否仍处于悲痛中
‎我好奇那栋老房子是否会发出怪声 ‎但却无人在那里去听到
‎发出呼唤 回声
‎我好奇哈里根先生会不会想我
‎我好奇我以后会成为什么样的人
‎以及我做过的事 ‎是否会在自己身上留下印记
‎定义我这个人
‎我被录取了
‎我好奇是否有人会知晓这些答案
‎希望没有
‎-拿到汽车协会会员卡了吗？ ‎-嗯
‎新的邮件地址放在厨房桌子上了？
‎是的
‎一定要在书店开个账户
‎要尽快 以防他们供货不足
‎好的 我会的
‎冬装
‎不用 冬天之前我就回来了 爸
‎你一个人没事吧？
‎没事
‎我真为你高兴 孩子
‎谢谢 爸爸
‎我爱你
‎我也爱你 孩子
‎好了
‎-有什么需要就给我打电话 ‎-我会的
‎有人曾经说过 ‎你永远不可能真正离开家
‎你无论去到哪里 心里都会带着家
‎我个人希望这不完全是真的
‎因为我真的希望 ‎有些东西能留在家里
‎不要跟着我去波士顿
‎那里距离哈洛镇有一百万公里 ‎开车要两小时
‎我拿到了爱默生学院的写作奖学金 ‎那里的新闻系很出色
‎-你好 ‎-你好
‎你是克雷格吗？
‎我的大一室友 ‎是来自洛杉矶的朱利安萨默斯
‎他是戏剧系的 想成为电影明星
‎…这是你能做的最重要的事
‎我立刻投入进去 认真学习
‎我觉得就算只为了报答我爸 ‎我也该这样
‎当然 也为了报答哈里根先生
‎嘿 克雷格 快速帮我看看这个
‎照片应该放在首行下面吗？
‎靠近顶部更有新闻报道的风格 ‎你不觉得吗？
‎-是啊 应该是 谢谢 ‎-没事
‎-你怎么会听这种音乐？ ‎-朋友带我喜欢上的
‎什么朋友啊？赶快换台吧
‎-喂 爸爸 ‎-你好 小家伙
‎-怎么了？ ‎-我要告诉你一个噩耗
‎标题写着 ‎“敬爱的老师在佛蒙特州遇难”
‎报道的第一句话是 ‎“维多利亚克罗斯哈特
‎是盖茨瀑布高中的一位生物老师
‎周日时遭遇车祸身亡”
‎我离校后 哈特老师就订婚了
‎当天和她一起的正是她的未婚夫
‎他们趁着长周末去切斯特镇游玩
‎住在度假木屋里 享受下秋天的感觉
‎他们在返程时 ‎开到新罕布什尔州的州界
‎和来自马萨诸塞州沃尔瑟姆的 ‎迪恩威特莫开的车相撞
‎她未婚夫在哪里？
‎他还躺在医院里 要很久才能出院
‎我听说 ‎造成这起事故的混蛋是酒后驾车
‎但他自己却毫发无伤
‎那家伙有四次酒驾被逮捕记录 ‎目前根本没有驾照
‎这次希望他别再逍遥法外了
‎他不会的
‎四年刑期可以被终止
‎前提是被告同意 ‎接受六个月的戒酒治疗
‎但他又逃脱了
‎他真的逍遥法外了
‎迪恩威特莫被送去了一个戒瘾中心
‎那里更像是个乡村俱乐部 而非监狱
‎（海盗王 呼叫中…）
‎哈里根先生
‎有个叫迪恩威特莫的家伙
‎害死了我的一个高中老师
‎他当时喝醉了
‎撞上了哈特老师和她未婚夫的车
‎她是个好人
‎她在我需要帮助时伸出了援手 ‎但那个人却逍遥法外了
‎我要他死
‎我一挂断电话 就后悔打了这个电话
‎（迪恩威特莫 马萨诸塞州）
‎我感到愧疚
‎我有罪
‎我告诉自己 光是想想就够疯狂了
‎那是不可能的事
‎迪恩威特莫不可能出事的
‎我应该放下这件事
‎（本地男子死亡 细节未披露）
‎（刑事调查正在进行中）
‎你好
‎你有什么事？
‎我供职于波士顿的一家报社
‎我想打听关于这里一位病人的信息
‎去前台问
‎迪恩威特莫
‎怎么了？
‎我想知道他是怎么死的
‎我愿意花100美元买些信息
‎200美元
‎他是自杀的
‎-怎么自杀的？ ‎-在浴室
‎怎么回事的？
‎你确定你要听吗？
‎是的
‎每个客人都有独立的房间 ‎独立的浴室
‎条件非常好 堪称奢华
‎-肯定比我住的地方好多了 ‎-到底怎么死的？
‎他把自己噎死的
‎在吃早餐前
‎他吞下了一些洗发水 好顺滑肠胃
‎然后他拿了一块高级肥皂 ‎把它切成两半
‎一半丢在地上
‎另一半塞进了喉咙里
‎你说的是高级香皂
‎是B字母开头的品牌
‎布斯贝牌的吗？
‎没错 你怎么知道的？
‎他留了遗书吗？
‎算是吧 一小张纸 就写了一行
‎写的是什么？
‎其实写得还挺好的 算是祷告词吧
‎“将所有的爱都…”
‎“将你能给的爱都给出去” ‎不是祷告词
‎不是吗？
‎是一首歌的歌词
‎当你跌倒时 即使你早预料到了
‎哪怕是你自己愿意
‎你依然会觉得震惊
‎没有底
‎没有尽头
‎只有下坠
‎“恐怖”
‎你去世后 我打开了你的柜子
‎神秘的柜子
‎一点都不可怕 只是堆满了回忆
‎你的秘密就是我的秘密
‎所以你才会选我来念书
‎你母亲在你小时候就去世了
‎就像我一样
‎你明白童年时的孤寂是什么感觉
‎现在的孤寂是什么感觉
‎就像我一样
‎我想这就是 ‎你试图和我保持联系的原因
‎虽然用了不少时间 ‎但我现在明白了 哈里根先生
‎明白了你通过短信想告诉我的事
‎CCC
‎ST
‎意思是 “克雷格 住手”
‎是吧？
‎你叫我住手是因为
‎我这样其实在伤害你吗？
‎如果是这样的话 ‎如果伤害到你了 对不起
‎真的很抱歉
‎还是说你是因为怕我伤害到自己？
‎你这样照顾我 是因为你在乎吗？
‎如果是这样的话 那么…
‎谢谢了
‎谢谢你
‎你现在可以安息了 哈里根先生
‎（哈里根 1923年-2008年）
‎（乔安娜普尔 ‎女儿 妻子 母亲 1969年-2001年）
‎对不起 妈妈
‎对不起
‎在21世纪
‎我觉得我们的手机 ‎就是我们与这个世界结合的方式
‎如果是这样 ‎那这可能是一段不幸的婚姻
‎有很多事我都不那么确定了
‎比如现实本身
‎但有一件事我是确定无疑的
‎等我去世时
‎等我的大限到了的时候
‎我希望我被下葬时 口袋是空的
‎（根据史蒂芬金的短篇小说改编）
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