Seven Pounds script

Okay.

911 emergency.

I need an ambulance.

I have you at 9212 West Third Street in Los Angeles.

Yes, room number 2.

What's the emergency?

There's been a suicide.

Who's the victim?

I am.

In seven days, God created the world.

And in seven seconds...

... I shattered mine.

- I can have four new fillets overnight. - Oh, no. No, thank you.

What is your name again? Ezra? Is that right?

Yes, sir. I'll just need your first and last name...

...so I can call up your account. - You know what?

Here's what I'm thinking, Ezra. I think I'm gonna mail you the meat back...

...so you can see firsthand the type of dog food that you're peddling.

That won't be necessary, sir.

So how about we just start with your last name?

Thomas.

And don't even get me started on the pork.

- Have you tried the pork? - Well, no, sir.

I'm not much of a meat eater myself, but I hear really great things...

...about the pork.

- Oh, so you don't eat pork at all? - No, sir.

Are you Jewish? Is that why you don't eat pork, Ezra?

Well, can we...? What's your first name, Mr. Thomas?

Ben.

Hold on, what was that voice?

I don't... I don't have an order for a Ben Thomas.

Ezra, what was that voice?

- What voice? - Are you blind?

- Excuse me? - You're kidding me.

A blind beef salesman who doesn't eat meat.

Now, that... That is rich. That is rich.

Have you ever had , Ezra?

Did Lawrence in Accounting put you up to this?

Because somehow I can't imagine the blind, vegan...

... beef salesman having .

- Listen, I'm trying to help you, sir. - You're trying to help me?

The blind beef salesman is trying to help me?

I'm actually starting to feel pretty bad for you, Ezra.

Because I look at my life, and it is surrounded by so much beauty...

... and you can't see shit.

Is that fair?

Does that seem fair to you, Ezra?

Do you even know what color the ocean is?

Do you?

- It's blue, sir. - "It's blue, sir."

Say what you wanna say.

React. Say what you wanna say to me.

Thank you for calling Cheyenne Meats.

That's not what you wanna say, you coward. You coward.

You blind, vegan, beef-salesman, virgin coward!

- Goodbye, Mr. Thomas. - Say what you wanna say.

Ken Anderson. Nicole Anderson. Allie Anderson. Ed Rice.

Steven Phillips. Monica Freeman. Sarah Jensen.

Ken Anderson! Nicole Anderson! Allie Anderson! Ed Rice!

Steven Phillips! Monica Freeman! And Sarah Jensen!

Hi, can I help you?

Yes. Hello, I'm looking for Emily.

- You're a friend of hers? - Yes, ma'am.

- She's not home. - Oh, goodness.

No, she left this morning. She had to do some more tests.

She asked me to watch Duke until she got back.

Okay.

You ever try mixing banana peel into the soil?

- Really? - It works, I swear.

Oh, would you by chance know where I could find her?

Supervisor to 104. Supervisor to 104.

Cardiac wing?

Take the elevator to the fifth floor then turn left.

Thank you.

Well, that's what I was just saying. It's absolutely impossible.

Hold the elevator.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Yes. Good evening.

I'm here to see Emily Posa.

I'm sorry, visiting hours are from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.

You know, it is really important I speak to her for just a moment.

You'll just have to come back during visiting hours.

Thank you very much.

So if there is one thing that I have learned...

...and you all should remember about winning these contracts:

Three steps. First, tell them what you're gonna tell them.

Step two, you tell them.

Step three, tell them what you told them.

We are gonna close by reminding them...

...that old girl has a 3-percent better impulse from sea level to vacuum...

...and if they pass on that, quite frankly, they deserve another Sputnik.

Now, if you will excuse me...

...I have a very lovely, very hungry woman at home waiting for me.

Sarah.

Honey.

Everyone at work kept saying it was daylight-savings time.

You were supposed to be here a while ago.

- I kept saying it wasn't. - This happens all the time. It's work.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - No, I'm angry with you.

I'm gonna be angry all night long.

- I'm angry with you. - What are you doing?

How about that? How about I'm angry with you?

- Hello? - Hey, it's me. It's your brother.

Where are you?

I'm at the beach house.

Are you okay?

Of course.

Listen, why'd you disconnect the landline?

The phone broke.

I don't need it anymore.

Did I...? Did I do something?

No.

Not unless you're smoking again.

No, I've put on 20 pounds. I'm in the best shape of my life.

Are you eating? Are you taking care of yourself?

- You sound terrible again and... - Yeah, I'm fine. Look, I gotta go.

Give Melanie and the kids a hug and a kiss.

I'll talk to you later. You take care of yourself.

Hold on. I know it's been a while, but when you were staying here...

...you didn't take something of mine by mistake, did you?

I remember giving you something.

You remember that? Because I remember that very clearly.

Yeah. Yeah.

Just remember I love you.

Hi, my name is Ben Thomas. I'm here to see Stewart Goodman.

Inez, look at me, please.

Inez. I'm speaking to you.

I understand you refused to take your meds again. Is that true?

No, no, no.

Let's try using your words this time, okay, Inez?

I mean, this silent treatment isn't doing anybody any good.

Inez, how can we help you if...?

Okay, how about I come back tomorrow...

...and see if you've changed your mind, okay?

Thattagirl.

I thought I was coming to your office today.

I was in the neighborhood. I thought I'd stop by, save you the drive.

Terrific. Well, look, let's go talk in my office, yeah? Come on.

I take a no-nonsense approach.

I mean, I cut the operating costs of this place...

...over 17 percent last year alone.

- I'm sure that made them happy. - Oh, hell, yeah.

Now, if I could only get my own finances...

...in that kind of shape, I wouldn't have you sitting here.

No offense.

That your new Beemer out front?

Ben, I mean, when I found out...

...that my bone-marrow transplant wasn't successful...

I'm well aware of your ongoing medical condition.

Things aren't looking very promising for me.

Look...

...I have a bonus coming in January.

I just really need this six-month extension.

Really, I mean, I am doing the very best I can here, I promise you.

I'm gonna show myself out.

I'll be in touch.

Well, thank you. I appreciate it.

I mean, this way everybody wins, right?

Hello.

My name is Ben.

I totally understand if you don't wanna speak to me either.

But I would really like to just have a moment of your time.

I'm trying to figure out what kind of man Stewart Goodman is.

It is within my power to drastically change his circumstances.

But I don't wanna give that man a gift that he doesn't deserve.

I need you to tell me whether or not he is a good person.

"The drug he gives me...

...makes me dizzy.

I want a new one."

Well, that sounds very reasonable, Inez.

What else?

You can trust me.

What else, Inez?

He's punishing you?

How is he punishing you?

How is he punishing you, Inez?

Ben?

- Hey, Ben, where you going? - Where's the washroom?

To the right. Is there a problem?

- Give her a bath, right now. - Absolutely.

Thank you. Thank you.

You have the wrong impression here.

I'm gonna stop by from time to time...

...make sure you're showing these people some respect.

Look, this is a misunderstanding, okay?

You don't treat people like that.

Let me explain, okay, Ben?

- And I'm not giving you an extension. - Ben!

I'm not giving you anything.

I almost believed you, you son of a bitch.

I almost believed.

Okay. Grip and rip.

This time it's gonna be a lot different.

Hey.

- Hey, Michelle. - Hey.

- Good to see you. - You too.

- How are you? - I'm good.

- Hey, man. - Hey. What are you doing here?

Just coming to make sure that she is still kicking your ass at everything.

And I am.

- Can we have a sec, hon? - Yeah.

All right.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good. You said you were gonna call me on the 15th.

- Today is the 19th. - I know.

Doctor didn't have the results, so I had no information to give you.

Still, you should call me.

- Yeah, I know. Yes, I know. - We're still friends. Right?

Yeah. I'm just...

I'm doing some soul-searching, you know?

Don't do that.

- We have a plan. - I know.

- Do what you promised me. - I will.

You know, they rent clubs up at the clubhouse.

I'm well aware of that.

I think I'm gonna keep my ass unkicked today.

Were you looking at him, or were you looking at me?

Actually, I was just sitting here.

Am I doing it wrong?

I think I saw you in the elevator the other day.

Oh, yes.

Actually, you are being audited.

My name is Ben Thomas.

I'm with the IRS, and you owe the government...

...$56, 240.19.

I know.

And now you get me.

Would you have a seat, please, Miss Posa?

So I've been looking over the income statements...

...from the last three years.

- 2005... - Were...?

Were you in my room the other night?

No, ma'am, I was not in your room the other night.

That's not exactly IRS protocol.

So I've been looking over '05, '06 and '07.

There seems to be quite a disparity between what you claimed and...

Mr. Thomas?

I just got discharged.

So, you know, unless you're gonna, like...

...haul me off to some IRS jail or something...

...l'd really like to get home now.

- Oh, sure. No problem. - Okay.

I'll be in touch.

Welcome to the Travel Inn. Can I help you?

I need a room.

How many hours?

About two weeks.

Clear it! That's it, that's it!

All right, come on! Vamos, Manny!

All right, all right. That's it, that's it.

Hey!

- What you want? - Break it up!

- You want some of this? - Get off! Get off!

Hey, Rico, knock it off!

Somebody wanna remind Rico where we are?

The sanctuary, coach!

- I can't hear you. - The sanctuary, coach!

That's right, Rico, in the sanctuary.

Now give me 20 starts and stops.

Hello, this is Emily Posa.

I'm not home right now, but please leave a message...

... and I'll call you back as soon as possible. Thank you.

Hi, my name is Susan Nall. I'm calling because a friend...

... told me you do letterpress invitations, and I was wondering...

Hello? Hi, this is Emily.

Yep, I do wedding invitations.

I'm not able to take any requests, though, right now.

I know someone nearby who does it.

She's not as good as I am, but her prices are very...

Hello?

Duke?

Duke.

We're out here.

Hello, Miss Posa.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I came to see you.

Don't you people ever call ahead?

You people tend to try to hide things.

Is that meat?

No! No, no.

No. No meat. No.

- Well, he was really enjoying it. - He eats steamed broccoli and tofu.

- Why? - He's a vegetarian.

- He is a vegetarian? - Yes.

Well, that sucks.

Hey, can we talk? Do you have a moment?

No.

Actually, I have to take Duke for a walk.

No problem. I'll go with you, if you don't mind.

- So... - Hey, hey.

Hey.

So I've been looking over 2005, 2006 and 2007.

Now...

I'm listening.

- Can I get him for you? - Nope. I got him.

Let me get him. Let me get him. Let me get him.

- You all right? - Yes.

Whoa, sorry. Whoa, not these.

- That's okay. Watch... - No, no. Heel, heel, heel.

Yeah, maybe we shouldn't feed him meat.

So I've been looking over...

- Yeah, maybe we can do this later. - Yeah.

So you cook it all ahead of time, I see.

No, actually. I can't remember the last time I cooked.

This is my sister's way of looking out for me from afar.

Do you have any siblings?

Yes, one brother.

He's a... He's a good egg.

Yeah, I just have the one sister too.

Are you receiving income from any source...

...that the government is currently unaware of?

Well, lately I've been taking to diving in local wishing wells, so...

I mean, but it's just occasional dimes here and there...

...or, once in a while, a quarter.

No, actually...

...I had to refinance this place to pay my past-due medical bills.

I've been informed that you suffer from congenital heart failure.

Yes. Did you gather that while stalking me at the hospital?

No, I...

You're currently Status 2, which means you're sick enough...

...to be on the national UNOS waiting list...

...but not sick enough to be admitted into the hospital...

...and placed on Status 1.

So basically, if your heart starts to fail quickly and no donor can be located...

...you're screwed.

Is it true that you said...

...that you do not believe that you even deserve a heart...

...because your life is unremarkable in every way?

I'm sorry.

I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry.

Do you have to take any type of sensitivity training...

...to join the IRS, Mr. Thomas?

- No, not really. - Yeah.

So you don't consider yourself a good person?

How would you answer that question if I asked you the same?

"Unremarkable" would be an upgrade for me...

...I assure you.

I'm gonna freeze your accounts as uncollectible until further notice.

I'm sure that'll buy you five or six months, penalty-free.

Here's my card.

If anyone from the IRS tries to contact you...

...you call me immediately.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay.

- Mr. Thomas? - Yes.

Why do I get the feeling you're doing me a really big favor right now?

Because I get the feeling that you really deserve it.

All right?

You off to...?

You off to pollute someone else's dog now?

No.

Just going home.

Where's that?

Take care, Emily.

You too.

- What is this thing for? - I told you already.

And why are you bringing a fish into your room?

Because it's my room.

And I don't want anyone going into my room, understood?

Well, I don't think you can keep a fish in your room.

I think I can.

Well, I've never had anybody who kept a fish in their room.

Now you do.

Who?

Good night.

The first time I ever saw a box jellyfish...

... I was 12.

Our father took us to the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

I never forgot when he said...

... that it was the most deadly creature on earth.

To me it was just...

... the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

I spoke to the doctor again.

He's gonna send over your files in the morning.

- Is this everything? - Yeah.

- Any questions? - Same one.

Well, same answer, then.

You know, I was thinking last night about when we were 14...

...and we made our big pact.

You remember on the beach in front of your grandparents' house...

...we agreed that we would never, never date each other's girls?

I remembered that that night you told me how much you liked Stacy Miller...

...and that you were gonna ask her out. And I said:

"Hey, man. You can't. Her and I already did it."

Which we didn't, but I wanted to...

...but she liked you way more than she liked me, and...

So I lied to you because I was so jealous.

And I realized that I've been carrying around this lie...

...in my heart for the last 25...

Stop it!

Stop it.

Stay focused.

Do what you promised me.

- What, you think I'm...? - Do what you promised me.

You think I'm gonna let you down now, don't you?

I've known you my whole damn life!

Okay?

This? This? This is not something you do every day.

Okay? This is... This is not easy for me.

I'll make sure everything goes as planned.

Don't worry.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Hello, Holly.

Look at you.

- What are you doing here? - I came to see you.

- Really? - You have a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

Here's my desk. Have a seat.

You look great.

- I do? - Yes.

I feel great.

- How are you? - I'm really good.

I need a favor.

Whatever you need, just ask me.

I need a name. Someone in the system.

Someone having a really hard time...

...that needs help, but may be too proud to ask for a handout.

What are you doing?

I'm helping.

I need a name.

Okay.

Connie Tepos.

Her boyfriend almost killed her last year when she tried to leave.

He broke three of her ribs last month.

She's scared to death to press charges...

... and we can't do anything.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Connie Tepos? - Yes?

My name is Ben Thomas. I'm with the IRS.

IRS? But I always pay my taxes.

Yes, this is more of a general inquiry.

I don't understand. What...?

May I come in?

Not now. My boyfriend is not here.

It's very important for your family.

For my family?

Beautiful.

Please, have a seat.

What's this all about?

Your case has come to my attention.

And I wanted to get to know you.

You wanted to get to know me? Why?

Because I'd like to help you.

I don't understand.

I'm aware of your case.

And your boyfriend.

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

No, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Kids, go to your room.

He's coming back?

He's not coming back.

You said you were from the IRS, but you're lying to me.

- No. - You're not telling me the truth.

Who sent you here?

Please sit down.

I'm not going to sit down.

- Please, calm down. - I'm not going to calm down.

You come into my house.

You talking to me about mi caso y mi boyfriend?

- Who sent you here? - Nobody.

Nobody? Get out of my house immediately.

You can trust me.

I trust no one, Mr. Thomas.

I talked to Holly.

I can get you out of here.

To a safe place. A beautiful place.

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Why did you talk to Holly?

Your children are in danger here.

Don't talk about my kids, Mr. Thomas.

- You don't know. - You don't have to live like this.

Get out of my house now or I'm gonna call the police.

- Okay, okay. - Who are you?

- I want you to take my card. - I don't need help.

I want you to take my card, and call me...

- I don't need it. - I'm gonna leave it.

Okay. Thank you. Get out right now.

- You're not helpless. - Can you leave? This is my house.

Please, just think about it.

I don't need you.

- I can't talk right now. - I need to talk immediately.

- Where are you? - I'm nowhere.

I'm gonna meet you at the house.

Look, no. I'm not at the house. I'm traveling. I'll talk to you next week.

No, no, no. We need to discuss this right now.

Wouldn't wanna get on her bad side.

- I'll sign to that. - Yeah.

How you doing, you two?

I'm good.

Got a big day.

Yep. No more dialysis, George. See you in the O.R.

Yep.

- I'll see you there as well. - Yes, sir.

Thank you.

So I heard you raised enough money...

...to give a couple of the kids partial scholarships to college.

It's no big deal.

I just convinced a couple of bigwig donors...

...that what the world really needs to see is more Latinos on ice.

You know, Ben, I keep asking you this...

...but why me?

Because you are a good man.

No, really.

Even when you don't know that people are watching you.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Okay, I can't hear you, so try back again.

Gonna hang up now.

Bye.

Mr. Thomas?

We're ready for you.

These are beautiful.

Banana peels. Who knew?

Emily?

Can I get a refill?

- Susan? - Yeah.

How's Ryan?

He's good. He's at his dad's this weekend.

Will you tell him for me that I'm ready whenever he is for a free lesson?

Yeah, all right.

Things are kind of crazy right now with school...

...but maybe when school's out.

Oh, yeah. That's perfect.

How's the pie?

Oh, it's... It's good.

You gonna ask her out?

The waitress.

No.

You never know.

I don't... I don't think she sees me.

Good night, Ezra.

Hello?

Ben?

Hi, I'm sorry to call so late.

Did...? Did someone from the IRS contact you?

No.

I just...

I was having trouble breathing after I took Duke for a walk, and I fainted.

An ambulance had to take me to the hospital.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I even called you. I'm sorry.

It's just that I have your card with me, and...

Ben?

Are you still there?

Yes.

Do you ever think about dying, Ben?

Every now and again.

My face is bluish.

It's not exactly a good sign.

You should try to rest. Just...

Why don't you see if you can get some sleep?

I like talking to you.

I like talking to you too.

Would you tell me a story, please?

Okay.

All right. Once upon a time...

... there was a little boy named...

Oh, lucky me, you just got it on reserve like that. Okay.

Let me guess. His name was Ben.

No, actually, this little boy's name is Tim.

I like the name Tim.

Go on.

Tim's little brother was always pestering Tim...

...to make him paper airplanes, because he was really good at it.

But Tim had much bigger dreams than that.

Okay. Then what happened?

One day, Tim went out to the backyard...

...and he put leaves and taped branches to his arms...

...and started climbing the big oak tree.

His little brother said, "Tim, you can't fly."

And he said, "Yeah? You just watch."

He got all the way to the top and jumped.

How tall was this tree?

It was... It was pretty tall. He broke his arm.

Oh, my God... This is a horrible story.

Oh, no, no. It gets better.

From that experience, Tim realized that he wanted to fly.

So he dedicated his life to making spaceships.

I thought you said this was a good story.

Oh, well...

Yeah, that is...

...until the dragons showed up.

Oh, okay, see, now it's getting better.

I like dragons. Especially dragons in space.

Yes, and these were fire-breathing space dragons...

... with really bad attitudes.

I see.

I have an idea.

Why don't you try to fall asleep...

... and when you do, I'll just hang up.

Okay.

Ben?

Yes.

Thank you for listening.

And for talking.

Try to fall asleep.

Good night, Ben.

Good night, Emily.

Emily?

Emily?

I lied to you.

I think about dying every day.

Dr. King to NICU. Dr. Wesley King, please report to NICU.

Hey.

- Hey. - Hey.

When did you get here?

Last night, after we talked.

You slept here?

Good morning. How's our patient?

- Morning. Better. - Good.

- Hello. - Hi, Ben. Is that right? IRS?

- Yes, how are you? - Good, thank you.

- I'll leave you two alone. - No, no, stay, please. Don't go.

He can... He can stay.

Whatever you want.

You fainted because your heart was too weak...

...to pump enough blood to your brain.

It's enlarged and it's starting to shut down.

How long?

It's entirely up to your heart.

Could be six weeks, could be a month.

But we've upped you to Status 1 B.

At least I'm on the list.

Not only that, but we're giving you this pager.

And when it goes off, it means you have a donor.

The inotrope drug I started you on...

...it's gonna stabilize your blood pressure within 24 hours.

Then what?

We wait.

- Can I do that at home? - Once you're stable, you can.

Okay.

I'm gonna run to the cafeteria. I'm gonna get you something.

If you want something else, I can get you something else.

Would you stay?

I mean, unless you have something else to do.

- I'd really like it if you stayed. - I don't have anything.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, hey, hey. What the hell is that thing?

It's a dog. Just for one night.

No. Hold on, hold on. I don't give two shits, okay?

We have a dog policy here.

Little dogs only. Poodles and Shih Tzus.

It's in the contract. It's English and Spanish for everyone to see.

Spanish for everyone to see.

And besides, that, my friend, is not a dog.

It's a goddamn horse.

Well, let me know when you add a horse policy to the contract.

Yes.

Mr. Thomas, it's Connie Tepos.

Hey, Connie.

I don't know why I'm calling you...

...but I'm calling you.

You said you could help us and...

Can you really help us?

This just doesn't make any sense.

- What if he finds us? - He won't.

- What makes you so sure? - Stop it.

- You don't know him. - Stop it.

Don't be weak.

- Don't be weak. - I'm not weak.

I'm strong.

Take this. Take it.

You are gonna start this car...

...and you're gonna go.

This is real, and this is gonna be your new life.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Look at those babies. Look at those babies.

Look how beautiful those babies are.

I know, I know.

They deserve it.

Okay?

You're headed north up the coast.

Lorena. Lorena.

I've always believed this place can heal the soul.

Mommy, the ocean.

Yes, the ocean.

I hope that proves true for you.

When you sign your name on the dotted line of the contract...

... you'll own my house outright.

I only ask that you never mention how you got the house...

... or try to contact me for any reason.

And if you're wondering why you, please stop.

All I ask is for you to honor my wishes...

... and, of course, live life abundantly.

Hey. Thanks. Got it.

Hi, Duke.

Hi, baby.

What time does the nurse come?

She should be there by the time I get home.

- Ben? - Yes.

I know I'm the girl with the broken wing.

But who are you?

Who am I?

I am your friendly neighborhood tax collector.

Ben.

Where the hell did you come from?

I grew up in Oakland.

Literally. Okay.

Where did you go to college?

As far from Oakland as possible.

Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

How about you?

UCLA.

You went to MIT?

Like, the MIT?

Oh, and now you're wondering how I wound up as a lowly tax collector.

Absolutely.

- I sort of stumbled into this job. - That's a big stumble.

What from?

I always wanted to be an engineer.

An engineer?

What kind?

The kind that sent people to the moon.

Really?

Yes.

I don't wanna talk about me anymore.

That's too bad, because you're very interesting.

Have you...?

Have you ever been in love?

Emily, please.

Yes, you have.

Come on, you can tell me.

Yes.

But it ended.

- What happened? - Stop it.

- No, seriously, you can tell... - Stop it.

You need to get some rest.

I'll call you tomorrow, or maybe I'll stop by.

No, if I have questions tomorrow, what then?

That's not a part of the deal.

What the hell does that mean?

Emily, hold on. Hold on.

- Just leave. - Emily, wait.

Wait!

Thank you for everything you did.

Did you like the eggs?

They were okay, I guess.

I don't like the eggs you buy.

Okay.

You're wearing suit pants.

To weed.

Yeah, I didn't... I didn't have any other clothes with me.

- You know, I was gonna get to those. - I saw them the other day.

I figured I would just take the day off and get this done for you.

Ben?

Yeah?

This is a really ridiculous apology.

Come on. I wanna show you something.

Oh, no, I gotta finish.

You can finish tomorrow.

Come on.

This is where I used to work.

And these are the artifacts of said work.

Wow, those are great. How old are they?

This one is just shy of 120 years.

It's how I put out my line of letterpress cards, wedding invitations, invites.

What about this one?

That youngster...

...is the Heidelberg Windmill, 1956.

Call it "The Beast."

Well, that seems appropriate.

It pooped out on me about five years ago, though.

And I can't find anybody to fix it.

It's kind of a dying art.

Defibrillator here works, though.

Luckily. It kept my business afloat. Wanna see how?

Please.

Okay. Now, true pressmen...

...hate that we modern girls...

...want a deep impression.

See, for a hundred years, they tried their damnedest just to kiss it...

...so that it didn't leave an indentation.

Now it's the only way to prove it's not digital.

I think it feels richer.

You okay?

Yeah.

Look, Ben...

I don't really know anything about you or where you came from...

...but you keep showing up.

And I'm glad.

Okay.

Okay.

So Duke needs a walk.

Are you interested?

Yes.

Come on.

Hey, hey.

Right here.

There you go.

He's like a different dog with you around.

I don't think we ever properly bonded.

Why would you get such a big dog?

Did you know that Great Danes on average only live about seven years?

They have heart issues.

I think I got him because...

...I thought he could help me with my illness.

It'd be something I could take care of...

...as opposed to being always taken care of.

You know, just so you know, I used to be really hot.

Like, unauditably hot.

Is that so?

Yeah.

I haven't felt like this in a really long time.

There's so many things that I wanna do.

I wanna go on a plane for 13 hours...

...and not have to stress that I can't reach my doctor.

You know, like, just travel. Go backpacking, have experiences.

See the world.

I just wanna have the time to figure out who it is that I am.

You know, what I like.

Do things, try things, get out of my head for once.

I would really like to go running.

I think about that sometimes.

What it would just feel like to go running.

So...

...see you tomorrow?

Yes.

But if you need anything, just call and I'll come right back.

Okay.

Bye.

I had a really great time today.

Me too.

Bye.

No anesthetic. You ever donated bone marrow before?

You're a brave guy.

How long have you known Nicholas?

What the hell happened to you?

Hey, how much longer are you gonna stay in my hotel?

Motel.

How much longer?

Actually, I was planning on dying here.

Well, then you need to pay in advance.

Hello?

Hey, it's Emily.

Are you sleeping?

Yes. No.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

My sister came over for a couple of days last week with the kids...

...and it was really great.

I tried calling you a couple times.

How are you doing?

Yeah, I'm good.

Everything's fine. I've been...

I've been traveling a lot, so...

Well, are you busy tonight?

What do you mean?

I don't... Maybe you wanna come by and say hello?

Around 7?

You don't have to if you don't want to. I just, you know...

Look, I totally get if you don't wanna hang out with the dying girl, so...

I can... I can come at 7.

Okay.

Okay.

Bye.

- Well, how you doing tonight? - Hey.

- How you doing? - Have fun.

- Hi. - Hi.

Come in.

I am so glad she's gone.

Are you okay if we eat outside?

Eating?

You didn't eat already, did you?

- No. - Okay.

No.

Well, it was a surprise...

...but you're on time.

I haven't cooked anybody food for years, so you better like it.

Or lie to me.

This is for you.

You don't have to say anything. I just got it... Change in there.

Dinner is ready and you're not. So hurry up.

Chop-chop.

You look great.

Yeah. It's pink.

It's salmon.

You are so nice.

So are you.

Everything's vegetarian.

I hope you like eggplant Parmesan.

I haven't treated myself very well...

...in the past few years.

Start now.

All right.

What do you think?

It's delicious.

Glad you like it.

Do you wanna hear my favorite song?

Yes. Are you gonna sing it?

No, I can't sing anymore.

Oh, and a performance.

Oh, no.

Shall we?

You need to relax.

This is relaxed.

I have a surprise for you.

Surprise?

Yes.

For me?

- Keep them closed. - Okay.

And open.

Okay.

You cleaned The Beast.

Actually, I fixed it.

No, you didn't.

Oh, okay, let's go, then.

Wait. Are you serious?

Try it.

Okay.

Thank you.

Wait right here, okay?

I'll be right back. Wait right here.

One second.

Hey!

Tell me what's going on.

- Now! - All right.

Ben, you need to go home.

Do you know they keep a full history of every inquiry a revenue officer makes?

- You understand? - Keep your voice down.

- Just keep your voice down. - No. What you are doing is a crime!

You are impersonating a federal officer. It's a felony!

All right. Listen.

You can't play with people's lives. Do you understand that?

All right. All right, there's a coffee shop.

There's a coffee shop near where I'm staying.

- Tomorrow we'll sit down... - Where are you staying, Tim?

Tell me, because I don't know where my brother lives!

A motel. Five blocks from here.

We'll sit down tomorrow morning, I guarantee it.

Where are my credentials? Give me my credentials back.

Here it is. Here. Here.

Just go home.

You have a beautiful family. Go home and enjoy them.

Tim, Tim, Tim, why are you even here?

Tell me, who is Emily Posa?

I'll explain everything tomorrow.

Look, give me your car keys.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm gonna be right here.

So you remember I love you and...

Tim, don't make me come knock on the door, okay?

I didn't realize how late it was and...

I have a really long drive, so I need to go.

I don't wanna keep lying to you.

I don't wanna... Wait, Emily.

Do you wanna play a game?

What game?

The "what if" game.

The "what if" game.

What if...

...my pager goes off...

...and it's a heart...

...and...

...it works?

And my body doesn't reject it?

And...

...what if I have time?

What if...?

What if we have children?

What if we got married?

I love you.

- I love you too. - I love you.

Hi.

Is Dr. Briar on duty tonight?

She's doing her rounds.

Can you tell her it's Ben Thomas?

It's very important.

- I'll... I'll page her. - Thank you.

Dr. Briar to the nurses' station.

Hey.

- Is it Emily? - No, no.

I'm sorry.

It's...

Is there...?

I'm sorry.

Do you have any more optimism...

...about Emily...

...than you did the other day?

Ben...

...when you're looking for a donor with a rare blood type...

...the odds go way down.

To what?

They go down. What's the...?

Give me a percentage.

Give me a number.

Three, 5 percent.

I know. I'm sorry. I wish the numbers were higher.

- Thank you. Thank you. - I do.

Hello?

Dan.

It's time.

I love you.

1:38 a.m.

Hello?

Ezra.

My name is Ben Thomas.

I called you a few weeks ago. You probably don't remember.

I do remember.

I wanna apologize for being so cruel to you...

...but I had to be certain.

I had to be certain that you were a decent man. Kind.

- Slow to anger. - What do you want from me?

I wanna give you a gift.

You're gonna be contacted by a man named Dan Morris.

You can trust him.

Was that you at the diner?

Goodbye.

911 emergency.

I need an ambulance.

I have you at 9212 West Third Street in Los Angeles.

Yes, room number 2.

What's the emergency?

There's been a suicide.

Who's the victim?

I am.

You are gonna need to stop looking at that thing so much.

Why? Is it gonna crack?

Oh, no. I paid extra for the non-cracking kind.

I bet you did.

- Why don't you just turn that off? - I know. No more. No more work.

I'm done. Almost done. Almost done.

Tim!

I have procedures.

I understand, but she needs that heart or she will die.

- Ben? - One, two, three.

Hey.

How you doing?

About a year after the accident, I got sick.

I got lung cancer, and I needed a double-lobe transplant.

Tim could only give me one, of course.

It must have planted a seed, because he...

About six months later...

...he donated the right part of his liver to this woman.

Her name is Holly.

I'm proud of you kids. Very proud.

Good job. Good job.

- Ezra. - Yeah.

Hi.

Are you a parent?

No.

Have we met?

You okay?

You must be Emily.

Yes.

It's so nice to meet you.

I am fascinated by films that observe a character who is behaving precisely, with no apparent motivation. A good actor brings such a role into focus, as Will Smith does in the enigmatically titled "Seven Pounds." Who is he, what does he want, why is he behaving so oddly for an IRS agent? And why won't he kiss Rosario Dawson, when they both so obviously want that to happen?

As Ben Thomas, the man from the IRS, he can get in anywhere and ask any question. But surely the IRS doesn't require him to punch a nursing home supervisor for not allowing an old lady her bath? And why, after he intuits he is speaking to a blind man on the phone, is he so needlessly cruel to him? And why then does he follow the same man (Woody Harrelson) into a restaurant and engage him in conversation?

And why does he check into a fleabag hotel? Doesn't the IRS pay him a salary? And what favor does his lifelong friend Dan (Barry Pepper) owe him? And why is he looking for people who need their own favors? And so on. For much of the first hour of "Seven Pounds," Ben Thomas acts according to a plan that seems perfectly clear, but only to himself. The reason it goes unexplained is that he has no need to explain it to himself, and no way to explain it to anyone else.

I am reminded of a film you should see some day, Melville's "Le Samourai," about a man who lies on a bed in a dark hotel room and smokes, and gets up, and pays meticulous attention to his appearance, and goes out into the night, and we have no idea who this man is. I find this more interesting than a movie about a man whose nature and objectives are made clear in the first five minutes, in a plot that simply points him straight ahead.
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Will Smith displays a rather impressive range of emotional speeds here. He can be a tough, merciless IRS man. He can bend the rules on some cases. He can have a candlelight dinner with a beautiful woman named Emily Posa (Rosario Dawson) and go home afterward. She can sense his deep sadness. He is angry with people sometimes, but he seems angriest of all at himself. It's quite a performance.

And Dawson makes Emily not simply a woman confused, maybe offended, by his behavior, but a woman of instinctive empathy, who does an emotional dance with him, following his lead when he needs to be treated like an IRS agent or like a perfect gentleman or like a man who needs understanding even if she doesn't know what she's supposed to understand.

I haven't even hinted about the hidden motives in this film. Miraculously for once, even the trailers don't give anything away. I'll tell you one thing: I may have made Ben sound like an angel, but he is very much flesh and blood, and none of his actions are supernatural. He has his reasons. The director is Gabriele Muccino, who also directed Smith in "The Pursuit of Happyness." He is effective at timing the film's revelations so that they don't come suddenly like a U-turn; they're revealed at the last necessary points in the story. Some people will find it emotionally manipulative. Some people like to be emotionally manipulated. I do, when it's done well.

Some people like ambiguity from their movies. Others, not so much. I’d say that means there’s something for everyone to like in the “what the hell is going on? oh, that’s what the hell is going on, and it’s pretty much what I figured out it’d be about twenty minutes in” Seven Pounds, except that while the no-surprises crowd will quickly get over the early vague minutes of Pounds as it moves on to being completely obvious, the fans of ambiguity will not be pleased to see what they thought was going to be an exercise in deliberate uncertainty turn into a trite and predictable Lifetime Movie of the Week.

Perhaps you will not be surprised, then -- sorry to ruin the fun for the ambiguity lovers all the more -- to learn that the past experience of screenwriter Grant Nieporte, making his feature debut here, is confined to a couple of sitcom episodes. Ah, you think, that sorta explains it: Seven Pounds is a dramatic sitcom, one of those Lifetime movies given a shiny, Oscar-baiting sheen by the casting of the 21st-century Jimmy Stewart, Will Smith(TM); the directorial efforts of Gabriele Muccino, whose last film was the Oscar-baiting The Pursuit of Happyness, also starring Will Smith(TM); and the mixing-it-up-ness of a screenplay that mixes the triteness up in much the same way that a small child hides the fact that it hasn’t eaten its peas by shoving them around the plate and then under the mashed potatoes. Like by launching itself, say, with the unexpected gambit of having said Jimmy Stewart-esque all-American movie hero Will Smith(TM) announcing to a 911 operator, in the very open moments of the film, that he is about to commit suicide, and please to send an ambulance.

Why would Will Smith(TM) (Hancock, I Am Legend) want to commit suicide? How can this be allowed at The Movies, where Will Smith(TM) is always our hero and kills the aliens and gets the girl and triumphs over adversity and makes us all feel better about ourselves? Why do the filmmakers get all arty and confusing and secretive about what is driving Will Smith(TM), in the flashbacks that come after the 911 call, to investigate total strangers to discover if they’re nice people, and what would drive him to give these people -- if and when they do turn out to be nice -- an extraordinary Gift? How can Will Smith(TM) be allowed to be sad?

You see, it’s all part of the slick Oscar-y polish the movie is putting on the standard Will Smith(TM) Triumphs story, the thing that makes it not a Lifetime Movie of the Week. It doesn’t matter if it’s all slicker and polishier and shinier than it should be -- it’s only all those boring arthouse fans with their boring arthouse movies about rage and pain and the awfulness of being human who could possibly think that Will Smith(TM) should be more full of rage and pain and anger at his life and the tragedy of it, and that that’s what should be driving him to investigate all those people and help out the ones who really, really deserve it. That’s like saying that Santa Claus should be full of genuine rage and pain -- and not pretty pretend rage and pain, like Will Smith(TM) is here. It’s just wrong and nasty to expect Will Smith(TM) to get so, you know, dirty and real in a movie that’s supposed to be, and undoubtedly will be, the Feel-Good Movie of the Christmas Season. Shame on me for thinking otherwise.
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It also would be despicable to suggest that there’s something creepy about how Will Smith(TM)’s IRS agent uses his position as an IRS agent to find out stuff about people that he shouldn’t know... or that it gets even creepier when you find out how he was able to access that information.

Anyway, it’s okay, because soon it becomes screamingly obvious -- as not-fans of ambiguity will be delighted to hear -- how and why Will Smith(TM) is doing what he’s doing to help people like Emily (Rosario Dawson: Eagle Eye, Death Proof), who is beautiful and dying, and Ezra (Woody Harrelson: Semi-Pro, Sleepwalking), who is blind and noble and has the patience of Job. And of course it matters not one whit that what Will Smith(TM) is doing, particularly in the cases of these two of the seven people he is handing a pound of his flesh -- either metaphorically or literally -- is wildly unethical to the point that any honest version of this movie would end with the tragic revelation of that.

And that would be really ironic, if Will Smith(TM) turned out to be doing something really terrible, something that could potentially have horrible reprecussions for many other people, while believing he’s doing something gallant and selfless.

But this is not an honest movie. It’s a Will Smith(TM), Feel-Good Movie of the Christmas Season movie. And for shame to anyone who attempts to bring honest and authenticity to a decent, all-American movie like this one.

Overflowing with the milk of human kindness this holiday season? Why not give away part of your liver! And who ever said you really needed all of both lungs? After all, we were born with a spare! While you're at it, there's a blind guy in Dubuque named Sidney Schmitz who could really use your eyes. If anybody deserves your discarded eyeballs, it's Sid, a real stand-up guy. And you don't want to give your eyes to a total asshole, do you?

In "Seven Pounds," Will Smith plays a tormented soul named Ben Thomas, and his body is the gift that keeps on giving, even from beyond the grave. As holiday heartwarmers go, "Seven Pounds" is so unintentionally ghoulish, it makes "Black Christmas" look like "It's a Wonderful Life." Ben, who harbors a terrible secret, feels he needs to give something back to mankind -- but we don't initially know that. "Seven Pounds" is structured like a mystery, in which the motives of the hero are murky at first and then emerge with each new plot revelation, a structure that might work if the movie weren't so unsavory and off-putting from the start. In the movie's opening scene, he rings 911 to report a suicide; the operator asks him who the victim is. "C'est moi!" he says, except in English. In the next scene, he makes a harassing phone call to a blind guy, played by Woody Harrelson (who gives a much better performance than his role warrants).

Within the movie's first 20 minutes, it becomes clear that Ben is auditioning candidates -- but for what? It appears he wants to make sure these candidates are really nice people, deserving of whatever largess he has the power to bestow upon them. Perhaps he's running his own version of the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes? But unlike Ed McMahon, he's not going to show up at just anyone's house with that big fat check.

As I think more about the plot, I can barely believe I'm not making it up. In fact, I wish I were making it up. But "Seven Pounds" -- which was written by Grant Nierporte and directed by Gabriele Muccino -- is all too real. Muccino directed Smith in "The Pursuit of Happyness," a deeply affecting picture (based on a true story) about a guy who can't make enough money to keep a roof over his head and that of his child, but who, after just squeaking into a stockbroker-training program, is able to turn his life around. The picture conveyed how easy it is to hit a few bad breaks and suddenly find yourself living close to the edge, even in the so-called land of opportunity. And Smith's performance was piercing partly because he's simply so winning as a performer: If the most likable guy on Earth can nearly slip off the edge of it, then the rest of us had better be wary. (I'm wondering how "The Pursuit of Happyness," made in 2006 and set in the 1980s, would look now, given the terrifying state of our economy, but I'm not sure I can bring myself to watch it.)
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Maybe Muccino and Smith thought they could repeat magic with this stinker. And the strange thing is that "Seven Pounds" isn't exactly badly made. Muccino isn't a clumsy filmmaker: He adds graceful touches here and there, like the way he shows Harrelson, a pianist, playing in a cafe one moment and sitting alone, having a cup of coffee, feebly attempting to flirt with a pretty waitress the next. Muccino makes a nice visual contrast between the man's confidence as a performer and the loneliness and uncertainty he feels when he's just being himself.

But overall "Seven Pounds" is too heavy-handed and maudlin to be comprehensible, let alone moving. The real shocker is that not even Smith can rescue it. Smith has been giving consistently appealing, if not outright terrific, performances in movies for years now; even if he seemed a little lost in the strange-but-interesting "Hancock," he somehow kept it from completely wobbling off its axis.

But in "Seven Pounds," many of Smith's choices are incomprehensible: Sometimes Ben squints and stammers for reasons that are unclear. Has he just given up too much of himself? Is his mind failing due to loss of blood? In "Seven Pounds," Smith is more confused than he is charming. He rallies only in his scenes with Rosario Dawson, who's saddled with the most thankless role in the universe: that of "Girl with Heart Condition." This character does have a name (it's Emily), and as Dawson plays her, she's a genuinely believable, low-key presence. In fact, Dawson's performance got me through "Seven Pounds." Possibly, there's a grand, nearly operatic, romantic idea buried somewhere in this story. But "Seven Pounds" is too grim and self-serious to make that angle work properly. Dawson is the only miracle worker here; she emerges from this mess untainted by its creepiness, and every moment she's on-screen, she at least gives us something to watch. By the time I got to the end of "Seven Pounds," I felt I owed her my life. Or at least part of my liver.

The primary goal of Seven Pounds is to make viewers weep, and it pursues that aim with a doggedness that is almost commendable. The film manipulates shamelessly and, despite defying logic with its contrivances and unconvincing character portrayals, will succeed in getting many audience members to the point where tears are inevitable. Yet there's no cinematic equation that relates the need for tissues to motion picture quality. Seven Pounds works better the more the viewer feels and the less he/she thinks. On an emotional level, one could decree that the movie is satisfying. On an intellectual level, it's disappointingly shallow.

The story is told in a non-linear and seemingly haphazard manner that confounds and confuses as a means to hide a "twist" until late in the proceedings. Unfortunately, despite their zeal to obscure the main character's central motive, the filmmakers miss the mark - one doesn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to divine the film's ultimate trajectory within its first 30 minutes (especially since the movie opens with one of the final scenes). Since this isn't a thriller, recognizing the destination is less of a detraction than a minor distraction. The bigger problem is trying to put oneself into the mindset of the lead character, who is acting largely because that's the way he has been written. Yes, guilt is a powerful motivator and the quest for redemption can be obsessive, but it would be helpful if the protagonist could pursue these objectives in a manner that's consistent with believable human behavior patterns.

Ben Thomas (Will Smith) is an IRS agent. We know from his flashbacks that, at one time, he was (literally) a rocket scientist. He lives alone but, from those same flashbacks, we know he was once involved in a committed relationship. Ben has a list of seven people he is apparently auditing. He visits one, Emily Posa (Rosario Dawson), while she's in the hospital being treated for congestive heart failure. She's on a transplant waiting list but she has a rare blood type and chances for her long-term survival aren't good. Ben informs her that she owes back taxes but he'll do something with the paperwork to give her a few months' reprieve. He moves on to other clients, but his thoughts keep returning to Emily. He visits her home. He slips into her hospital room at night and gazes at her. Meanwhile, Ben has moved out of his beach house and into a seedy motel room. His only companion is a pet jellyfish. He's a strange person but we understand that his past is marked by an unrevealed tragedy and he is seeking a way to make the rest of his stay on earth meaningful. And that means helping people, and perhaps not just by fudging their tax returns.
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Seven Pounds demands a bigger leap of faith than some viewers will be capable of making. Ben more closely resembles a Biblical icon than an individual. Seen objectively, some of his actions, which are presented as benevolent, have a cruel side. Either director Gabriele Muccino doesn't realize this or chooses to ignore it. Ben is deeply disturbed, perhaps even clinically insane, but Seven Pounds chooses to present him as a man on a mission. In a way, this is French art film territory, but there are no subtitles and the lead actor is one of America's biggest and brightest stars.

If nothing else, Seven Pounds raises legitimate questions about the lengths to which it is reasonable for someone to go to achieve redemption. Are some sins so grave that they can never be expunged? (See The Reader for a more profound and disturbing examination of this question.) Can guilt and pain be confused and does the alleviation of one lead to a release from the other? And can acting in the "best interests" of another confer upon them a burden that they are unable to accept? The last question, which may be the most unsettling, is sidestepped entirely by the movie. In its quest for closure and catharsis, it doesn't want such messy strands left dangling.

In the midst of all this angst can be found a tender love story, and therein lies Seven Pounds' core of strength. The affection that develops between Ben and Emily is touching and heartfelt, and it keeps the movie from spiraling into a pretentious abyss. There are a lot of things in Seven Pounds that feel artificial, but the quiet moments these two spend together are genuine. Will Smith and Rosario Dawson sell the relationship. It has meaning. They're both deeply wounded in their own ways and that adds to the intensity of their scenes together.

This is Smith's second appearance for Muccino. His previous effort, The Pursuit of Happyness, had a similar grim, serious tone. Muccino, who came to Hollywood from Italy, plainly sees more in Smith than most other filmmakers do. Yet arguably the actor's greatest strengths are his likeability and charisma, and to strip him of them as Muccino does here may be doing Smith a disservice. His scenes with Dawson flow but there are other sequences in which is performance is awkward and unconvincing, although this may have something to do with the screenplay's overplotted quality.

I believe Muccino's intention with Seven Pounds is to make a spiritual, uplifting motion picture, but I found it to be uncomfortable and depressing. Seven Pounds is an interesting experiment in Oscar-baiting but, while it may make viewers cry, it doesn't achieve its loftier aims. In fact, the message with which I departed the theater was more prosaic than philosophical: put away the cell phone when driving.

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