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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled The Lookout about PhD, Film, Television with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author has a PhD in Film, Television and Media. His first novel, Breaking Point, examined the problem of homophobia and homophobic bullying in high schools. He has also published storys on Bobby Darin and Elvis Presley, as well as articles for academic journals on gender and sexuality in early film, horror film, and representations of mental health conditions in television series. His story on queerness in early film was published in the summer of 2016.
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story titled The Lookout.
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conversations.value: The Lookout (2007 film): While driving his car with the lights off, high school sports star Chris Pratt crashes into a combine stalled on the road.\nTwo occupants of the car are killed while Chris and his girlfriend Kelly survive.\nHowever, the crash leaves Chris with lasting mental impairments, including anterograde amnesia, along with some anger management issues.\nFour years later, he's in classes to learn new skills, including the simple sequencing of daily tasks to compensate for his inability to remember, and keeps notes to himself in a small notestory.\nChallenged by a tough case manager to build a life despite his injuries, he is emotionally supported by his roommate, a blind man named Lewis, but receives only financial support from his wealthy family.\nChris works nights, cleaning a small-town bank.\nAside from Lewis his only friend is Ted, a seemingly clumsy Sheriff's Deputy who checks in on Chris regularly.\nChris repeatedly tries to convince the bank's manager, Mr Tuttle, to allow him to apply for a teller job, to no avail.\nChris soon comes under the scrutiny of a gang planning to rob the bank.\nTheir leader, Gary, who knew Chris from high school and resented his wealth and popularity as a hockey star before his accident, befriends him and uses a young woman, Luvlee Lemons, to seduce him.\nTaunted by the gang about the limitations of his life since the accident, Chris initially goes along with the scheme.\nHis frustrations trickle down into confrontations with his friends, Lewis and Ted.\nWhen the gang arrives the night of the robbery, Chris tells them he has changed his mind.\nBut they tell him it's too late and force him to empty the vault at gunpoint.\nHis friend Ted, the deputy, stumbles into the robbery while delivering doughnuts to Chris, and triggers a shootout.\nThe deputy and two of the gang members, Marty and Cork, are killed.\nMeanwhile Chris escapes in the getaway car, and when he realizes he's got the money they stole, he returns compulsively to the site of his accident, where he buries the money roadside.\nGary is seriously wounded and gets away with the other bank robber, Bone.\nWhen Chris returns to his apartment he sees the lights on and realizes something is wrong, and when he calls discovers Gary and Bone have taken Lewis hostage to get the money back.\nChris, using his new sequencing skills, hatches a plan to stay alive and save his friend.\nBut the robbers catch him napping at the place they arranged to meet, and they force him to take them to the site of the buried cash.\nWhile Chris digs in the snow to retrieve the money, Gary's condition is rapidly deteriorating.\nChris gives one of two bags to Bone, who is preparing to execute Lewis, but Chris uses the shotgun he stashed in the other bag to shoot and kill Bone before he can react.\nGary collapses and dies.\nChris returns the money and turns himself in, but the investigation by the FBI concludes that he was not responsible due to his medical state - and because the robbers failed to disconnect the video surveillance in the bank, allowing the FBI to see the gang forcing Chris to act at gunpoint.\nIn the aftermath, Chris and Lewis reconcile, and open a restaurant together with a loan from the bank.\nChris hopes Kelly will forgive him for the loss of her leg in the accident, and that one day he will find the courage to talk to her again.
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conversations.value: \nChris hopes Kelly will forgive him for the loss of her leg in the accident, and that one day he will find the courage to talk to her again.\nTwo occupants of the car are killed while Chris and his girlfriend Kelly survive.\nHowever, the crash leaves Chris with lasting mental impairments, including anterograde amnesia, along with some anger management issues.\nFour years later, he's in classes to learn new skills, including the simple sequencing of daily tasks to compensate for his inability to remember, and keeps notes to himself in a small notestory.\nChallenged by a tough case manager to build a life despite his injuries, he is emotionally supported by his roommate, a blind man named Lewis, but receives only financial support from his wealthy family.\nChris works nights, cleaning a small-town bank.\nAside from Lewis his only friend is Ted, a seemingly clumsy Sheriff's Deputy who checks in on Chris regularly.\nChris repeatedly tries to convince the bank's manager, Mr Tuttle, to allow him to apply for a teller job, to no avail.\nChris soon comes under the scrutiny of a gang planning to rob the bank.\nTheir leader, Gary, who knew Chris from high school and resented his wealth and popularity as a hockey star before his accident, befriends him and uses a young woman, Luvlee Lemons, to seduce him.\nTaunted by the gang about the limitations of his life since the accident, Chris initially goes along with the scheme.\nHis frustrations trickle down into confrontations with his friends, Lewis and Ted.\nWhen the gang arrives the night of the robbery, Chris tells them he has changed his mind.\nBut they tell him it's too late and force him to empty the vault at gunpoint.\nHis friend Ted, the deputy, stumbles into the robbery while delivering doughnuts to Chris, and triggers a shootout.\nThe deputy and two of the gang members, Marty and Cork, are killed.\nMeanwhile Chris escapes in the getaway car, and when he realizes he's got the money they stole, he returns compulsively to the site of his accident, where he buries the money roadside.\nGary is seriously wounded and gets away with the other bank robber, Bone.\nWhen Chris returns to his apartment he sees the lights on and realizes something is wrong, and when he calls discovers Gary and Bone have taken Lewis hostage to get the money back.\nChris, using his new sequencing skills, hatches a plan to stay alive and save his friend.\nBut the robbers catch him napping at the place they arranged to meet, and they force him to take them to the site of the buried cash.\nWhile Chris digs in the snow to retrieve the money, Gary's condition is rapidly deteriorating.\nChris gives one of two bags to Bone, who is preparing to execute Lewis, but Chris uses the shotgun he stashed in the other bag to shoot and kill Bone before he can react.\nGary collapses and dies.\nChris returns the money and turns himself in, but the investigation by the FBI concludes that he was not responsible due to his medical state - and because the robbers failed to disconnect the video surveillance in the bank, allowing the FBI to see the gang forcing Chris to act at gunpoint.\nIn the aftermath, Chris and Lewis reconcile, and open a restaurant together with a loan from the bank.The Lookout (2007 film): While driving his car with the lights off, high school sports star Chris Pratt crashes into a combine stalled on the road.
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about PhD, Film, Television with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.. End with the sentence '\nChris hopes Kelly will forgive him for the loss of her leg in the accident, and that one day he will find the courage to talk to her again.'.
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conversations.value: The Lookout (2007 film): While driving his car with the lights off, high school sports star Chris Pratt crashes into a combine stalled on the road.\nTwo occupants of the car are killed while Chris and his girlfriend Kelly survive.\nHowever, the crash leaves Chris with lasting mental impairments, including anterograde amnesia, along with some anger management issues.\nFour years later, he's in classes to learn new skills, including the simple sequencing of daily tasks to compensate for his inability to remember, and keeps notes to himself in a small notestory.\nChallenged by a tough case manager to build a life despite his injuries, he is emotionally supported by his roommate, a blind man named Lewis, but receives only financial support from his wealthy family.\nChris works nights, cleaning a small-town bank.\nAside from Lewis his only friend is Ted, a seemingly clumsy Sheriff's Deputy who checks in on Chris regularly.\nChris repeatedly tries to convince the bank's manager, Mr Tuttle, to allow him to apply for a teller job, to no avail.\nChris soon comes under the scrutiny of a gang planning to rob the bank.\nTheir leader, Gary, who knew Chris from high school and resented his wealth and popularity as a hockey star before his accident, befriends him and uses a young woman, Luvlee Lemons, to seduce him.\nTaunted by the gang about the limitations of his life since the accident, Chris initially goes along with the scheme.\nHis frustrations trickle down into confrontations with his friends, Lewis and Ted.\nWhen the gang arrives the night of the robbery, Chris tells them he has changed his mind.\nBut they tell him it's too late and force him to empty the vault at gunpoint.\nHis friend Ted, the deputy, stumbles into the robbery while delivering doughnuts to Chris, and triggers a shootout.\nThe deputy and two of the gang members, Marty and Cork, are killed.\nMeanwhile Chris escapes in the getaway car, and when he realizes he's got the money they stole, he returns compulsively to the site of his accident, where he buries the money roadside.\nGary is seriously wounded and gets away with the other bank robber, Bone.\nWhen Chris returns to his apartment he sees the lights on and realizes something is wrong, and when he calls discovers Gary and Bone have taken Lewis hostage to get the money back.\nChris, using his new sequencing skills, hatches a plan to stay alive and save his friend.\nBut the robbers catch him napping at the place they arranged to meet, and they force him to take them to the site of the buried cash.\nWhile Chris digs in the snow to retrieve the money, Gary's condition is rapidly deteriorating.\nChris gives one of two bags to Bone, who is preparing to execute Lewis, but Chris uses the shotgun he stashed in the other bag to shoot and kill Bone before he can react.\nGary collapses and dies.\nChris returns the money and turns himself in, but the investigation by the FBI concludes that he was not responsible due to his medical state - and because the robbers failed to disconnect the video surveillance in the bank, allowing the FBI to see the gang forcing Chris to act at gunpoint.\nIn the aftermath, Chris and Lewis reconcile, and open a restaurant together with a loan from the bank.\nChris hopes Kelly will forgive him for the loss of her leg in the accident, and that one day he will find the courage to talk to her again.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: The Lookout
  As the Irish writer Oscar Wilde once said: "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." With your wonderful work for this collection, you have all reached for the stars, and 'Beyond'. Together, we have created a glowing universe of space dogs and ice queens, invisible cats and warriors brave.
  Now it is up to you, dear reader, to continue the journey. Read the magical stories within these pages and let your imagination fly.
  I am writing this down because Dick is such a pain in the neck. Everything has to be his way or go back to where you came from. He would break the sky if he could, and throw back the waves from the black rocks below our hut. He is what we call stubborn as a bent nail, with a look in his eyes that would scare cows. And cows are generally too stupid to be scared even on their way to the slaughterhouse. Dick says write it down. So I am.
  I wanted to put this story down in order, but Dick says no. Start with a bang and fill in the past through flashbacks. People will be so impressed with the first episode that they'll be willing to sit through the boring bits.
  I asked Dick when he became such an expert on literature, and he shot me one of his cow-scaring looks.
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conversations.value: The little girl was safe at least. And the coast was still clear. I allowed myself a sigh. Maybe... Just maybe, today was not the day it all came to an end.
  I had seen fingers like that before. Blanched by sea water and criss-crossed with scars. A fisherman's hands. The face above was just the right side of gaunt with cheekbones that would have had Mammy swooning. The eyes were sky blue and surrounded with wrinkles and lines carved there by Irish winters.
  This was no fat sergeant. This was a wiry, fifty-something man of the sea who had taken up the uniform to keep the wolf from the door. Of course I was guessing about his hands. Perhaps he soaked his fingers in white vinegar to toughen them for picking guitar strings.
  He leaned his elbows on the door-frame. "Are you all right there, young fella? You look like you just took a whiff of sour milk."
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conversations.value: ". And the coast was still clear. I allowed myself a sigh. Maybe... Just maybe, today was not the day it all came to an end.
  I had seen fingers like that before. Blanched by sea water and criss-crossed with scars. A fisherman's hands. The face above was just the right side of gaunt with cheekbones that would have had Mammy swooning. The eyes were sky blue and surrounded with wrinkles and lines carved there by Irish winters.
  This was no fat sergeant. This was a wiry, fifty-something man of the sea who had taken up the uniform to keep the wolf from the door. Of course I was guessing about his hands. Perhaps he soaked his fingers in white vinegar to toughen them for picking guitar strings.
  He leaned his elbows on the door-frame. "Are you all right there, young fella? You look like you just took a whiff of sour milk.The little girl was safe at least.
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conversations.value: The guard ushered us both out the door and something in my expression must have reminded him of the tragic story of his own family that I was to find out about much later.
  We wanted to address the absence of outlets for children and young adults in Dublin to engage with creative writing, and the lack of time allowed for it in the school curriculum. It seemed daft, in a country that prides itself in being a land of writers, that there was so little space for writing.
  From the very beginning, the interest has been colossal. We host 10,000 students each year – mainly children and young adults – at creative-writing workshops and programmes. They are all free. Most of the students come with their schools, but we also host sessions outside of school time attended by a wide range of special-needs groups, as well as individual children and teenagers. Our tutors and mentors are volunteers. We have more than 400 of them.
  Writing is a solitary occupation – eventually. But having witnessed it again and again over the last five years, we know that if it begins as a collective exercise, as a bit of fun, then by the time the children start to write by themselves, they produce better, more confident work. They've seen what they can do, the simple things that can make a good line brilliant, and they're keen to give it a go themselves.
  Quite soon after we opened, often at the suggestion of artists from other disciplines who wanted to get involved, we started to run programmes tailored towards other types of writing, including film scripts, plays, graphic novels, radio drama, journalism, songwriting and film animation. As with those we run for creative writing, the demand by children to participate is consistently staggering, and their creativity is extraordinary.
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conversations.value: We wanted to address the absence of outlets for children and young adults in Dublin to engage with creative writing, and the lack of time allowed for it in the school curriculum. It seemed daft, in a country that prides itself in being a land of writers, that there was so little space for writing.
  From the very beginning, the interest has been colossal. We host 10,000 students each year – mainly children and young adults – at creative-writing workshops and programmes. They are all free. Most of the students come with their schools, but we also host sessions outside of school time attended by a wide range of special-needs groups, as well as individual children and teenagers. Our tutors and mentors are volunteers. We have more than 400 of them.
  Writing is a solitary occupation – eventually. But having witnessed it again and again over the last five years, we know that if it begins as a collective exercise, as a bit of fun, then by the time the children start to write by themselves, they produce better, more confident work. They've seen what they can do, the simple things that can make a good line brilliant, and they're keen to give it a go themselves.
  Quite soon after we opened, often at the suggestion of artists from other disciplines who wanted to get involved, we started to run programmes tailored towards other types of writing, including film scripts, plays, graphic novels, radio drama, journalism, songwriting and film animation. As with those we run for creative writing, the demand by children to participate is consistently staggering, and their creativity is extraordinary.