"previously on "october road"... my alison and ikey-- they've been together how could you?" "he was your best friend." "he wanders back into town ten years later and declares his eternal love." "you can't build a future, i'm ?" "i want you to give us the chance," "you know, to... -nick, don't." "we have to tell him, hannah. you have to." "he deserves to know." ""best friend windows."" "what is this, rub the lamp make a wish, niolson garrett comes through ten years on the late?" "that's stuck, eddie," "'cause you chose to get stuck. -stop it!" "will you marry me, hannah jane?" "amazing, right?" "±¾×ÖÄ"½ö¹©Ñ§Ï°½"Á÷£¬ÑÏ½ûÓÃÓÚÉÌÒµÓÃÍ¾" "here you go." "mrs. robinson's waiting." "i love you, guys." "me, too." "have a good day." "you, too." "love ya. okay." "why don't i make some coffee?" "or we can go out for pancakes." "how about a neck rub?" "your back must be killing you." "that sofa is ancient." "you're not even gonna talk to me?" "what do you want me to say?" "anything." "tell me what to do, how to make things better." "go back in time." "take your hands off my best friend." "that's a start." "hey, nick. what's in the box?" "only the meager cots of my former office at the ?" "so you quit?" "yeah, i did... in a "fired" kind of way." "here, drop that in. i'll help you out." "thanks." "so i guess that means you'll have time to open your window business." "yeah, i guess." "truth is, it's something that eddie and ilways planned on doing since we were kids." ""best friend windows" is what we called it." "kind of a dorky name, isn't it?" "we were 10." "i'm 10." "yeah, but you're a-- different kind of dork?" "different kind of 10." "just let me see." "i can't believe you're making me do this." "right. i really twisted your arm." "my mother wore this dress in 1977." "this... is never gonna work." "yeah, are you happy now?" "okay. so it's not gonna work." "you hear about my mom?" "not so much heard as saw." "are you okay with it?" "okay with it?" "why wouldn't i be okay with it?" "i don't know." "i'm okay with it." "cool." "are you?" "me?" "why wouldn't i be okay with it?" "i don't know." "i'm okay with it." "cool." "cool." "you gotta help me." "rowan family reconciliation not going as planned?" "i'm trying." "i wanna forgive her. i wanna keep my family together." "but?" "but i can't get the picture of alison with ikey out of my mind." "it--it's seared on my brain, and it just hangs there right in front of my face 24/7." "it's like, the other day, i took the kids to the park, and i'm looking at the sky, and i swear, two of the clouds looked like alison and ikey having sex." "it's not uncommon for cumulonimbus clouds to have anthropomorphic qualities." "it's not just one picture, phil. it's a thousand-- all--all the ways they did it, all the places they did it, all the lies they told me as they boffed like banshees behind my back." "do--do banshees boff?" "they do." "ugh!" "i can't handle this!" "maybe this is it for us." "maybe there's no way back to--to--to who we were or--or what i thought we had." "there is." "i read about this." "it'll take hard work, but you can do it." "listen, living inside your head with all those thoughts-- they'll crush you, make it so e-even with-- the those you love, you're all alone." "what could have happened. what might have happened." "what you pray didn't happen." "more to the point-- did you make the right decision?" "the only way to get out is to face what really did happen maybe a little bit like a birthday cake?" "i can't get it up." "just try." "well, suck it in." "embrace it." "hi, guys." "own it... sorry. i was just... and the remedy will appear." "helping sam with his pastry." "uh, no, it's fine. i mean, i was just..." "=ÆÆÀÃÐÜ×ÖÄ"×é=- ·­Òë£ºµ°µ° Alchemy Ð£¶Ô£ºÆßÔÂ Ê±¼äÖá£ºÊ®ÈýÂ¥ÓÄÁé JimmyVan" "i thought i was okay with it." "i thought i was fine." "i mean, who am i to come back after all these years and just win her back?" "but then seeing her like that?" "i don't know. it just made it all seem so... real?" "hey." "hey." "what's with him?" "he's currently in a "i just saw hannah in a wedding dress, and, oh, my god, she really is marrying big cat cataldo" funk." "no. i'm fine." "so what do you say?" "are we gonna do this?" "open "best friend windows" for real this time?" "you mean, uh..." ""best friend plywood"?" "it's not exactly great advertising a window shop without a window." "you know what?" "he's right." "it's like opening a vegetarian restaurant and having the letters of your sign made of little salamis." "we had this idea together." "it was, like, a hundred years ago, nick." "and besides, i already got a business." "well, what's left of it." "i mean, word is, is that cataldo left you with two residentials and the video store." "video store doesn't even have a lawn." "come on, man." "there's no "best friend windows" without your best friend." "you didn't really just say that." "he's in an emotionally fragile state right now-- hannah, the wedding dress... inability to let go." "well, he has to let go, because she is definitely marrying another dude." "guys, i'm right here." "we gonna do this or not?" "let me get back to you on that." "okay." "listen, sam, about this morning-- you wanna talk about it?" "not really." "so... we're okay?" "yeah." "i mean, obviously, i knewyou guys were gonna get married." "i don't know." "what, you don't want us to get married, ace-man?" "no, i do." "it's just... i have a couple of questions." "okay. ask away." "well, for starters, where are we gonna live?" "that's easy. we're gonna move in the spec house built." "whoa, wait a minute. we're not moving." "yeah, but i thought that-- spec house was an amazing gesture, but, i mean, this is our home." "so is ray moving in here?" "no. -yes." "and what about jasper and casper?" "are they moving in, too?" "do i have to share my room with them?" "and is there any chance that i can move in with doodle the days that they're here?" "look, sam, we're gonna figure everything out, right, ray?" "yeah, of course." "well, be sure to let me know when you guys decide." "hey, guys. -hey." "hey." "physical phil's got a great idea." "is this one better than the "soup-straw"?" "soup-straw was a viable concept." "the aperture gets bigger to accommodate the chunky parts." "no splatter. no splash." "if only i'd figured out a way to cool the broth on the way up, it would've been a roaring success." "no, this is an idea about how to save my marriage, my sanity, my life." "okay." "but... we'll need your help." "what's the idea?" "infidelity tour." "what's an infidelity tour?" "it's this thing that physical phil heard about." "see, apparently, owen can't forgive alison and get past what happened because he doesn't know exactly...what happened." "thank god for that." "the details-- what good would they do?" "it's better than all the possibilities he'sot swimming around in his head." "what kinds of possibilities?" "well, right now his mind is trying to make sense of it all. you know, fill in the gaps." "but that only makes things worse." "his imagination is his enemy." "so i'm supposed to sit down and just lay out all the gory details of the affair?" "not exactly. uh... owen has to go to the actual scenes of the crime." "owen's gonna put that kind of face time in with me?" "well, that's where i come in." "neutral third party." "that's what you call yourself?" "i'm supposed interview you both, get all the info, collate the different accounts, and then take owen around myself." "i get it" "?" "he's got to face it all, head on-- when it happened, where it happened," "how many times it happened. -absolutely not." "doing those things was bad enough." "telling owen about them would be somehow even more wicked." "well, he has to see the truth for what it is it's the only way he can move forward." "whatever it takes. whatever owen wants." "all the guys--eddie, phil-- ?" "." "well, you know, who knows?" "maybe it's not just owen and alison who can reconcile." "maybe you and o-ro can find a way back to each other, too." "i won't do it." "do you want to save your marriage or not?" "wow. what a great idea." "right, nicky?" "no way. i'm not gonna be a part of that." "you kina of owe me, buddy." "you kinda do, nick." "you kept the secret of the affair." "now it's time to expose it to the light." "you got a pen and a notebook around here?" "yeah!" "that's it." "all right, man." "come in." "hey." "hey." "what are you doin'?" "well, i was just in the neighborhood." "last fall clean up for the spitzers." "so you and big cat engaged." "yeah. it's crazy, right?" "yeah. soup-straw crazy." "i don't know what that means." "you didn't tell him, did you--nick?" "and i'm not talking about the engagement." "no. not yet." "nick's not leaving anytime soon, and he wants us to open up the window shop." "i can't do that, hannah, when i'm holding this secret." "eddie-- nick deserves to know, hannah," "that you and-- -no." "don't do this, eddie." "just... don't." "fine." "but if you're not gonna tell nick, then i will." "do you really want to do that to sam?" "listen-- he's got enough on his plate." "i'm marrying ray. sam's entire world is changing, and he doesn't seem to be handling it too well." "and so help me god, eddie, if you make things worse for him right now, i will kill you." "hannah-- -not just ruin your life, not just distribute those pictures of you from the ninth grade where you had to wear those fishnet stockings, but seriously, seriously kill you, like dead and gone for eternity." "guess i'll just have to watch my back." "okay." "this is where it all began, 3:00 a.m., the night of ducky lowe's super bowl party." "i remember that party." "really?" "that's surprising, since, according to my notes, you got bombed and passed out on ducky's couch." "as i recall, there was a quarters game, and bubba willis was on a roll." "it happens." "well, so do angry wives, especially when they're left alone in need of a ride home." "so--so what, alison can't drive my car, can't get herself home?" "she wasn't exactly sober, either." "oh, and ikey ifor sure the clear go-to guy for designated driver." "go." "okay." "ikey drives alison home. she starts to cry." "she--wait, she was crying?" "yeah." "because i passed out?" "yes. so alison's crying." "ikey pulls over here to comfort her-- -w-w-wait, he pulls over?" "he can't comfort her with one hand?" "one hand on the wheel, one hand comforting?" "how about no hands comforting?" "why do hands have to be involved at all in the comforting process?" "i mean, look at this place." "all these houses. anyone could have seen 'em." "why didn't anyone see 'em?" "'cause it's 3:00 a.m. in knights ridge." "and a good thing, too." "there could've been kids out front playing on the swings." "what would they have thought if--if they see a truck going up and down?" "i mean, what would they think if they--if they saw that?" "are you okay?" "i was trying to make it all the way to the porch." "wow. cool." "i'm hannah." "yeah, i know." "i'm nick." "i'm gonna live on the moon one day." "why the moon?" "'cause on the moon all the beaches have jukeboxes." "really?" "really. you... wanna come with me?" "okay." "great. you can bring the spaghetti." "nick." "are you listening to me, nicky?" "yeah, i'm sorry. it's just... i haven't been back to the ridge in so long." "but--no, we're here for you. i'm sorry." "how you feeling so far?" "i feel terrible." "well, maybe we should stop." "no, this is what the infidelity tour is all about." "i always thought when they first got together, it was, like keerotic not truck sex." "no, it was truck sex." "alison said, and i quote," ""when i got home that night, there was a cheeseburger wrapper sticking to my back."" "hardly erotic." "i'm breathing." "i'm breathing better." "you're--you're doing a good job, nicky." "okay." "what's next?" "ikey's house." "i'm so happy to see you both." "it's been too long." "i never read your book, nick." "no offense, i like the thrillers." "give me a man with a knife in an abandoned shipyard-- more my cup of tea." "yeah, me, too, actually." "oh. here we go." "david will be thrilled to see you when he gets home." "remember all the parties you kids used to have up here?" "fun times." "you were a cool mom." "david has been very depressed lately." "oh, you hear that, nicky?" "david's been depressed." "well, make yourselves at home." "david will be along. bye-bye." "bye." "so this was their place where they always did it?" "this was it." "tell me, how do you get from onetime, side-of-the-road truck sex to a full-on affair?" "well, the day after ducky lowe's party, alison came here to tell ikey what happened was an isolated incident, that it was a big mistake, that it would never happen again and... yeah?" "and then what?" "and then they got naked." "okay." "rip the band-aid, nicky." "what are you talking about?" "give me all the sex stuff now." "hands, tongues, legs, whatever-- get it all out of the way, all at once." "you know, really don't think that's such a good idea." "i'm a big boy. i can take it." "are you sure?" "okay. ikey is very... very creative." "he's got... this thing he does" "a move." "he calls it... he calls it "the pablo picasso."" ""pablo picasso"?" "what the hell's a "pablo picasso"?" "what--what does ikey know from pablo picasso?" ""the--the pablo picasso," when done correctly," "are you sure?" "go." "it turns two bodies into many random angles, interconnecting at various different... junctures, so to speak." "i'm sorry." "i didn't wanna tell you." "give me that." "carrot, can you give us a second?" "why does owen keep playing that duran duran song over and over again?" "he likes it. it has meaning to him." "besides, it is the perfect high school graduation song." "i know, but it's just weird-- a big guy like that liking a song so soft and sad." "oh, come on. he's sensitive." "speaking of sensitive... the scaffolding is coming for the duomo this summer, and we have to get there." "we may not have time." "we're going to europe for six weeks and we're not gonna have time to get to florence?" "who knows?" "not if we plan on going to paris, venice, rome, barcelona, prague... no." "i mean, is that why you asked me to come up here?" "no." "i was just looking at you across the room, and i thought that if i don't get to spill myself all over you soon, i was gonna scream." "* what is happening to me?" "* * crazy,some would say * what?" "oh, it just hit me." "hmm?" "we're going to europe for six weeks." "yes, we are." "nick, why is he here?" "what the hell are you doing?" "sorry, i-i-i-i figured, uh... hey, i thought you'd be done by now." "i-i thought i was following the tour schedule." "owen, let's go. we're done for the day. ikey-- hey-- t--get out of the way." "i just wanna say right on g this, man." "whatever it takes to make things right." "i mi-- i miss you, buddy." "sex offender. what?" "sex offender. whoa. how do you figure sex offender?" "he has offended me by having sex with my wife!" "all right, come on. owen. owen." "why?" "!" "why?" "!" "why did you do that?" "owen!" "hey!" "come on!" "... no!" "that's enough. that's enough." "you were the one, ikey-- when i broke my arm, when i crashed my dad's truck, when buster died-- you were the one i called, but no more, ikey." "no more." "me and alison-- we might get back together." "but me and you-- we will never be friends again." "never." "come on." "go. go." "ever we live, these bagels are on the permanent menu every sunday morning." "where are they from again?" "oh, i got a guy." "you got a bagel guy?" "oh, he's very under the radar." "only deals with select clientele, so... i love it that you got a bagel guy." "oh, then wait till i tell you about my cream cheese man." "so are we gonna talk about this, where we're gonna live?" "of course. i just don't think we need to rush into this." "don't have to rush into this?" "well, you were the one trying on wedding dresses." "wedding dress. singular." "one dress--my mother's." "i was really hoping that sam could bpart of this discussion." "i thinsam's fine." "if something was really bothering him, he'd clue you in." "the may be the best bagels ever." "where do you get 'em, ray?" "uh, i got a guy, s.." "what did you do?" "what?" "your hair. oh, i cut it." "with what?" "your teeth?" "i think it looks cool. sam." "what's the big deal?" "isn't this what we do-- big changes, shake things up, act without thinking?" "okay, sit down. we need to talk." "family meeting. decisions have to be made." "later, okay?" "i'm meeting doodie at the bowl-a-lot." "i think he just clued me in." "you know, nicky, i slept better last night." "i am well-rested and ready for round two of the infidelity tour. yeah?" "what did they do here?" "more truck sex?" "more "pablo picasso"?" "give it to mraw." "no, nothing like that. alison wanted to go dancing." "oh. she's a great dancer." "yeah, well, she and ikey couldn't go out in public, so they came here, opened the car doors... and they danced?" "yeah, they danced." "who comes to whiskey point to dance?" "hannah and i used to do it all the time." "dancing-- it's just so... romantic." "(chris issak) * dving slowly * * watchin' the headlights in the rain * * funny how things change *" "* think of the good times * * wishing you were still with me * * the way it used to be * * graduation day * is everything okay?" "not really." "what is it?" "i got a call from the pre-med advisor." "she wants me to take a calculus class this summer." "why do you have to take it this summer?" "well, she said that not knowing calc floors everybody and that i'd be so far behind without it." "can we still go to europe?" "well, you can, nick." "* a million dreams have all gone bad * * think of all we had * * graduation day * nick?" "nick." "what was the song?" "huh?" "that they danced to?" "oh, uh, i dot know." "doesn't say. look, come on, nicky." "if we're gonna do this infidelity tour, we're gonna do iall the way." "you gotta find out the song. call ikey." "call him." "dude, my bad yesterday. i'm really sorry." "what was the ne of the song, ikey?" "dancing?" "whiskey point?" "uh, it's not good." "what's the song?" "!" "just--just tell me." "pfft. remember that duran duran song that owen was obsessed with in high school?" "okay, thanks." "but you can't tell him, nick." "you can't break his heart like that. it'll kill him." "that was his song with buster." "all right, good to know." "nick, i'm begging you. don't ruin that song for him." "don't do it. don't... so?" "what was the song, nicky?" "backstreet boys. "shape of my heart."" "really?" "really." "how goofy. thanks, buddy." "so i guess that means you're doing it." "dorky name and all?" "this from the owner-operator of a "mr. loosey goosey's extremely pungent yumonade lemonade stand"?" "i was 6." "exactly. what 6-year-old knows the word "pungent"?" "does this mean you and nick are best friends again?" "well, i don't know about that." "just couldn't walk by that sheet of plywood one more time." "so what happened to you?" "lonnie the barber tippling on the job again?" "i did this myself." "oh. so it's you that's tippling on the job again?" "i don't get why it's such a big deal." "so i'm supposed to ask people what they think before i make a big change?" "hey, uh... your ma and ray have been together a long time." "they're good for each other." "you hate ray." "well, yeah, but i ain't marrying him." "your ma is." "i thought you liked the guy." "i do. it's just... now he's gonna be my dad, right?" "well, your--your stepdad." "you don't think they're gonna have a baby, do you?" "hey, don't ask me.i don't even know how to spell "pungent."" "well, hopefully this will be the last big change, at least for a little while, you know what i mean?" "yeah." "i think i do." "i just can't stop thinking about the backstreet boys." "i mean, i may be a guy who gets cheated on, but at least i got some musical taste, right?" "sure, whatever you say... duran duran." "oh, you remember that?" "yeah, that was your song with buster." "yeah." "i get it." "cheesy lava lamp, free porn on cable." "ooh, a vibrating bed." "never actually seen one of these before." "yeah, so they came here and they-- don't tell me." "i know. the... the weekend i took the kids to see my parents in chatham." "yeah." "listen... an overnight doesn't exactly make me happy, but this whole confronting thing?" "it's working." "physical phil was right." "the anger, the pain-- it's starting to fade." "owen, get off the bed." "this makes me sound like a robot. owen, you don't understand." "that does not compute. owen." "what's wrong?" "they didn't vibrate the bed." "they didn't "pablo picasso."" "in fact, they didn't have sex here at all." "what else is there to do in a seedy motel room?" "they talked." "they talked?" "yeah, they talked... all night long." "listen, sam, i know we sort of sprung this engagement on you, and it would be a lot for any kid." "don't get me wrong. i like ray." "it's just that i get scared sometimes, ma." "well, it's the marriage part that scares you, isn't it?" "a little." "well, it scares me, too, baby." "but then i look to you 'cause you're my guy, and then when you get scared, you gotta look to me, okay?" "i just like knowing what to expect every day." "well, so do i,which is why i think ray's really good for us." "he's sweet, and he's kind, and he just adores you." "and with ray, we know what to expect every day." "not to mention, really good bagels." "not to mention." "what could ikey possibly have to say to alison for five minutes, let alone all night long?" "well, i think alison did most of the talking." "they dance. they talk." "they're like a real couple." "she's pretty lonely here, owen." "i know." "i mean... look, alison gave up a lot when she married you-- her friends, her job, her life in the city." "and you got to keep everything, including, and i quote, she says,"your goofy high school 3:00 on saturdays air band."" "if that's how she felt, why didn't she tell me?" "she did, buddy, many times, but you were-- you're so convinced that youlife was perfect, u never heard her." "and ikey did?" "well, ikey listened." "look, sometimes people just need someone to say," ""i get it. i hear you. that sucks."" "ikey did that, and for alison... that was everything." "sorry." "i do that, nicky." "i get happy." "and when i'm happy, i think everyone around me is happy, too." "but i should've been more aware." "i should've recognized the signs." "i should have realized that it's not normal for someone to cry for three hours after watching "the sound of music."" "oh." "i get it. i hear you." "that sucks." "i never thought that this was how it would all turn out." "nick... you should run with the bulls." "pamplona?" "only a couple people die each year, uh-huh." "and you're a fast runner, right?" "yeah i'm fast, but i'm not bull fast." "what?" "i thought about it. we planned this trip together." "what's the point of me going by myself?" "i know. believe me, i don't want you to go." "i know more than anything." "but it's only six weeks, and in the grand scheme of things, i mean, what is six weeks, right?" "as long as i get to have you for the next 60 years." "you do." "i know i do." "oh, really?" "it's easy to let something go when you know you're gonna get it back." "i don't wanna go without you." "you have to go remember what your mom said?" "hmm?" ""unexpected adventures."" "it would kill me if i were the reason you didn't go." "and if you ever get lonely, you just look up at the moon" "and imagine us up there... on the beach... listening to the jukebox... eating spaghetti." "i'll be thinking of you all the time, but i have to let you go." "nick." "yeah?" "thanks, man... for everything." "i'll never forget it." "i know all of this probably made no sense to you." "you don't think so?" "all i know is that's the past, and when it comes to the past, no matter how much it hurts," "it's done." "i get it." "i hear you." "that sucks." "okay, i think it's time to go home." "* ordinary world * * somehow i have to find *" "what's up?" "hey." "what goes on?" "how did the infidelity tour go?" "not sure." "i lied to owen." "you lied?" "just once." "isn't that a, uh, blatant flaunting of the rules?" "yeah, but... in this instance, it was the right thing to do." "i mean, the guy lost0everything." "he doesn't need to lose duran dun, too." "or he does." "the details--they're just... curiosities at this point, if that." "so... you make a decision?" "are we partners?" "i have something to tell you, nick." "okay." "you're not gonna like it." "what is it?" "you spelled "friend" wrong." "huh?" "unbelievable." "yay!" "yay." "this is for you. thought you might like it." "thank you." "well, look who it is." "the cat burglar of dufresne college." "hey, i didn't steal no cat." "so that's the next great nick garrett adventure, huh?" "the future is windows." "yeah, i guess it is." "that's good to know." "that's really good to know." "why is that?" "'cause i just happen to be in the market for a new piece of glass." "is that so?" "'tis." "i have to admit, kinda sad you're leaving the college." "i guess i'm just sorry i won't be seeing you as much." "it's a small town.i'm sure i'll see you around." "i'm sure you will." "i look forward to it." "me, too." "yeah?" "i look forward to... looking forward." "see ya." "bye." "(borne) * this morning woke * * to singing on a fence * * watching the world go by *" "* i could not reason with my common sense * * even though i had to try... * * so try in vain i did * * don't go now * * wait a little longer * ice cream for dessert?" "owen, ice cream?" "* don't go now * i'm sorry." "* another day * * standing naked underneath the road * * lights stabbing at my hands *" "* everybody walks by fully clothed * * looking for the sunset *" "* with their faces turned away * * don't go now * * wait a little longer * * don't fly away *" "* don't go now * * wait until i'm stronger * * another day *" "* how does it feel * * to know you're alive?" "* * how does it feel?" "* * i wanna know * * how does it feel * * to know you're alive?" "* * how does it feel?" "* * don't go now * * wait a little longer * * don't fly away *" "* don't go now * nick." "don't worry. i'm not gonna make another big speech. i just, um... i just... i just wanted to say that i'm-- i'm happy for you, hannah." "really." "nick... no, ... it's all good. i just wanted to say that." "that's all." "thank you." "i'm thinking of you all the time,but... i have to let you go." "i know that." "* don't fly away * * don't go now * i'll see you around,hannah jane." "* wait until i'm stronger * * another day *" "are you okay?" "i was trying to make it all the way to the porch." "wow. cool." "* another day * * don't go now * nick?" "* wait a litt longer, don't fly away * why did you think it was important to bring spaghetti to the moon?" "i n't know. i just... always hoped to someday eat pasta in space." "* another day * * another day *" "* another day *"