All language subtitles for stmoon

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

FAITH:
No, Marianne, honey,

I don't want to look like
a Spanish dancer tonight.

I'm not particularly
fond of that.

Molly, please.

MOLLY:
And she doesn't like pink.

FAITH:
In fact, I don't think...

I'm going to wear
a barrette, Marianne.

No, you're messing
my hair worse.

Molly! Molly! Molly!

Wait a second, darling,
you can't put it on like that.

No, look what you've done.

JILL: No, Marianne,
she doesn't like that.

FAITH:
That's enough, everybody.

MARIANNE: What do you know
what she likes?

FAITH:
That's enough.

JILL:
You like this...

I don't think
it's going to go with this.

You look beautiful.

FAITH:
You be quiet for a second.

I think I'm going to wear...

Jill, I'm going to
wear it down tonight.

What are you doing?
Molly, don't...

No, no, Marianne,
honey, no.

[SOBBING]

MOLLY: The blue one,
the blue one.

FAITH: No, honey,
I don't want the blue one.

Wait, don't.

JILL: She doesn't want...
MOLLY: She does.

MARIANNE: How do you know
what she wants?

JILL:
'Cause I know my mom.

That will look really pretty.
Come on.

Honey, I'm not...

I think I'm not gonna
wear a barrette tonight. No.

JILL:
She's not gonna wear a barrette.

She's gonna wear a bun.

No, she's gonna wear
a little button.

That's enough.
No.

Mol, I know, but...
FAITH: No, no, darlings.

Molly, what are you doing?

She's having it down.

She's having her hair down,
Marianne.

No, Marianne,
I have to go.

You guys, she looks fine!
Why don't you leave her alone?

Everybody, stop it now, please.
I have to get...

Molly,
you're not listening to me.

MARIANNE: Up or down?
MOLLY: I want some lipstick.

FAITH: I know you want lipstick
and I know that...

Come on, Mom.
No, me first.

Forget it, Mom.
You'll never get to the party.

Yeah, you guys are gonna
keep me here all night.

Come on, Mom,
just a little.

All right, open wide.

No, Molly. Not your mouth,
your eyes, honey.

JILL:
No, I'm going second.

Don't make faces, Molly.

JILL:
You guys are always first.

I'm going first.

MARIANNE:
You're not going first.

She's first.

It won't be easy in the middle
of all those people.

All I'll be doing
is thinking about you.

GEORGE: Maybe I'll win.
That would help.

SANDY: You'll win.
You're a winner.

Yeah. But even if I win, I lose,
if you know what I mean.

Forget us tonight.
Just try to have a good time.

Oh.

[SIGHS]

It's been so long
since I had a good time,

I wonder if I still know how.

I hate the way I look.

I think you look
really great, Mom.

FAITH: Hey, Mol,
give us a break, okay?

How do I look?

Like a hooker.

So do you.
Do I look like a hooker?

No, you look beautiful.

You don't look
anything like a hooker.

See, I don't look
anything like a hooker.

What's a hooker?

SANDY:
Where are you, anyway?

At home.
Home?

I thought you were calling
from the gas station.

You shouldn't be calling me
from your home, George.

Get off the phone,
for God's sake.

GEORGE: Okay. I'll call you
tomorrow night.

SANDY:
Bye. Good luck.

Good night.

FAITH: That's enough, everybody.
MARIANNE: She does!

How do you know...
FAITH: Put it down.

That's enough.
JILL: Go like this, okay?

FAITH:
I mean it!

Are you off the phone?
What?

I asked you
if you were off the phone.

Yeah,
I was just talking to Jim.

Jim, huh?
Is that why you were whispering?

Yeah, that's why I whispered.

You better hurry.
Mom looks terrific.

Hey, Molly, will you
go get me my red gloves?

They're in the bathroom.

You know where they are,
remember?

You're wearing gloves?

MARIANNE: I don't think
gloves will look that good

with that dress, Mom.

FAITH:
Sure, they'll look great.

Wait till you see.
They'll look real good.

You look really nice.
What?

You look really pretty.

You seem surprised.

Oh, forget it.

Is the dress okay?

GEORGE: Oh, yeah.
Yeah?

It's the one you wore
last year, isn't it?

FAITH: Oh, why?
Does it still have wine on it?

Wine?

The wine that you spilled when
Peter Marx won instead of you.

You always remember
the wrong things.

JILL: I'm not gonna be
the type that's...

Well, what do you think, Sherry?
How do you think I look?

You look great.

No.
Yeah.

Nope. I think, you know,
it needs...

It needs something
to gather it up at the waist.

JILL: No, Mom,
leave it like that,

all nice and smooth.
No, I need a thing.

Now whatever happened
to that silk rope

that goes with my linen dress?

I saw it somewhere.

Molly hung it
in between two big trees.

What? Where?
The dryer broke

when it was Molly's turn
to do the laundry.

She used it
to hang out the wash.

What about your belt?

Are you taking my belt?
Yeah, come on.

Yep, the Davy Crockett belt.
MOLLY: The Davy Crockett belt?

JILL: Oh, please.
Yeah, it might look very good.

Let's see
what it looks like.

Mom, that goes with jeans.

I know it goes with jeans,
but it might look very nice.

Now just take a look.
What do you think?

I think you look...
What do you think?

All right. Now everybody
get ready for bed

and Molly, honey,
you have to go to bed.

MOLLY:
Come on, Mom, you promised.

No, I didn't.

The show doesn't come on
until 11:30

and you've got school.
You promised! You promised!

I had to go to bed last year.

You didn't promise at all, Mom.
Come on, Mom!

All right, all right,
you can stay up.

You can all stay up, okay?

Oh, Mom! Mom. That's not fair.
She's only seven.

FAITH:
Brush your teeth.

Sherry, do your homework

and, Marianne, don't forget
your worm medicine.

I hate it!
It makes my b.m.'s all red.

That's good.
That means they're coming out.

Jill, I want you
to find your ballet slippers

'cause you got class tomorrow.

And, Molly,
if you're gonna stay up,

you clean out that closet,

and you throw all that
horrible underwear in the wash.

If the plumber calls,
be sure and tell him

that there's a leak
in the washing machine, okay?

Okay.
And don't worry, Mom,

I'll take care of everything,
okay?

Mom, is everybody...

[KIDS CHATTERING]

I'm always late.
Mom, your face is pretty.

That's right.
My face?

You guys,
why don't you just be quiet now?

FAITH:
You're gonna drive me crazy.

I love your haircut.
Thanks.

Your bowtie's
a little bit too skinny.

No, it isn't.
It belonged to Grandpa.

It's a real one?
Not a clip-on?

Yes. I tied it myself.

Bye-bye.
Bye-bye, darling.

And you really do look nice,
Mom.

I do look nice?
Oh, okay.

All right. Be good now.
Bye. Bye now.

Okay, goodbye, Dad.
Bye, Mom! Bye!

Bye, Dad. Bye!
Bye! Bye!

She didn't look so bad,
after all.

I wonder what time the show...

11:00, yeah.

[TROLLEY BELL RINGING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Goddamn things.
I could shoot Tony Bennett.

This city could die
from quaint.

That was a joke.

Not funny, huh?

I'd forgotten
you'd stopped laughing.

Are you gonna help me
through this tonight or not?

Oh, Jesus, will you look
at all these people?

I knew I should have
cleaned up this car.

Faith, are you with me?
Huh?

It's your night, George.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

Try to smile, will you?

There's Willard.
Hi.

Hello, George.
Hello, Faith.

Hello. How are you?
Where's Isabel?

She's inside already.
Okay, George.

This is Scott Gruber
from Manning Publicity.

Congratulations
on a super book, Mr. Dunlap.

What's all this, Willard?
A little glamour, George.

A little icing on the cake,
a little pizzazz, a little hype.

Books are show business, too,

and, well, we do have
the winner here.

Yeah, well,
don't count your chickens.

He hasn't won yet.

This must be the Mrs.
Yes.

Scott Gruber, publicity.
Faith Dunlap.

I love the belt.

Oh.
Yeah.

Okay, now, listen,
here is how it goes.

Here's how what goes?
Patience, George.

I want you to turn around...

Can I call you George?
George, turn around.

I want you to go back
to the head of the carpet,

and I want you to do
that walk-in again, okay?

What are you talking about?

From the top,
you're gonna love it, really.

Just try it, George.
Do what he says.

It's so phony.

We're gonna do
a good publicity thing...

For God's sake, smile.
I am. I'm smiling.

This is George Dunlap.

The Court Game.
Willoughby House.

That's Dunlap.
Dunlap with an "A".

[REPORTERS CHATTERING]

And you are?

That's George Dunlap
and friend.

No, no, I'm not his friend.
No, I'm his wife.

Sorry.
That's all right.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

SHERRY:
Oh, look at that.

Look at that.
How fat she is!

That's not nice.

Your friend Tilly.
Looks like Mom.

God, she looks like Mommy.
I thought that was Mom.

I thought that was Mom, too.

She has the same haircut
and everything.

I thought it was her
for a second.

You're excited, aren't you?
Yes, I'm very excited.

Oh, every time George
comes to New York,

you know, all he can talk about
is you and the children.

Oh.

When am I gonna get to see
these wonderful children?

Well, actually,
I have some pictures here.

No, no, don't bother, darling.

I can just imagine
how fabulous they are.

Yeah.
When is non-fiction anyway?

Doesn't he look like
one of those guys...

Yeah, on TV shows.
Yeah.

Yeah. Like,
Dad meets somebody from TV.

That's pretty neat.

Yeah. I wish he'd shut up
and get to the good awards.

I know.
Yeah. Oh, look.

Oh, look, there's how
they vote for the awards.

SHERRY:
See the guy get the award?

Look, it's a pen.
Yeah, he won.

That's pretty neat
how it's a pen.

MOLLY:
Yeah. Oh, yeah!

SHERRY: Now get to
the next one.

Oh, here it is,
here it is!

Be quiet! Be quiet, Molly.
Here it is.

M.C.: And now the moment
we've all been waiting for.

May I have the envelope,
please?

[SHUSHING]

Oh! Okay! He's up.
Be quiet, quiet.

[WHISPERING]
And the winner is...

And the winner is
The Court Game. George Dunlap!

[SHOUTING]

Look! Look at him!
Wait! Oh, God, look at him.

His necktie's
all unstraightened.

Yeah, it is.
Doesn't he look handsome?

SHERRY:
Oh, God, he's happy.

MOLLY: Yeah, he is.
JILL: Daddy looks so nervous.

Oh, look at his face.
So long.

Why doesn't he say something?

SHERRY:
Talk, Daddy.

I never thought
The Court Game would be so good

to me and my family.

[SHOUTING]

If it wasn't for us,

he never would
have gotten this far!

And I would also like to share
this award with my friend,

my helpmate,

that most thankless
of occupations, writer's wife.

[LAUGHING]

I mean, my wife,
a lady so aptly named Faith.

That's Mom!
Mom! There she is!

JILL:
Oh, look at Mom!

That's Mom!
Oh, doesn't my belt look great!

Oh, Jesus.

Look, they're kissing.
Look at them kissing.

My darling!

Why aren't you sleeping
in your own bed?

Mommy hurt her back in the crowd
and I'm all pumped up.

I can't sleep.
I don't want to keep Mommy up.

You've been fighting again.

Aren't you even
gonna congratulate me?

SHERRY:
Congratulations.

[HORN HONKING]

Bye, Mom.
Bye, Mom! Bye! Bye.

See you later!

Okay, see you later!
Hurry up! Hurry up!

Bye.
FAITH: Bye-bye.

Oh! My barrette!
My hair!

FAITH: Forget it!
Go on! Just run! Hurry up!

Hold on! Oh, God! Wait, wait!
Wait! Marianne's worm medicine!

Honey, make sure
she takes one after lunch.

Mom, she doesn't eat lunch.
She's on a diet.

What do you mean, a diet?

Well, then, give it
to her teacher, honey!

Bye!
Bye!

Oh, God!

What's the matter?
What's the matter?

I can't find my glasses.
Christ!

Well, where'd you leave them?
I left them right here!

You sure
they're not on your desk?

I'm losing everything.
I can't find anything anymore.

Can't even find
a goddamn pencil.

What do the kids do?

Use them for pick-up sticks?

And when I do
finally rescue one,

it's chewed over
like a piece of licorice,

it's got a point
like a gumdrop!

What do the kids do
with my pencil points?

Stick them
in their goddamn Jujubes?

Oh, George, please stop.

Stop what?
I can't find my goddamn glasses.

Where are my goddamn glasses?

How can I be expected to work
if I can't find my glasses?

Then don't work, George.
Just don't work.

I'm late on a Sunday piece.
I've got the cover.

They're closed tomorrow.

Don't work,
don't earn money.

That way,
we can all starve.

Nobody's starving, George.

No orange juice.

Not even a goddamn
glass of orange juice.

I've got the energy of
a $2 whore in the morning.

You know why?

The goddamn kids drink
all the goddamn orange juice!

Well, we ran out
and I meant to get some

on the way back
last night.

What?
At 2:00 in the morning?

2:00 in the morning has been
perfectly fine for you lately.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
the night before last, George.

I was in town.
I was working.

You were with
your lady friend.

My what?

Lady friend.

Lady friend.
What kind of a word's that?

It's like "fucking," only
you don't tell anyone about it!

That's what it is!

[DISHES CLATTERING]

[SIGHS]

Do you want to talk about it?

Don't you think
we ought to talk about it?

I said,

[SHOUTING] "Don't you think
we ought to talk about it?"

No, George, I don't think
I wanna talk about it!

I think we ought to
talk about it!

And I don't want to
talk about it!

And I wanna talk about it!

I'm leaving.

Good.

I'm packing my bag.

It's already packed.

What?

It's on the chair upstairs.
I packed it last night.

[CRYING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

SHERRY:
Hi. Yeah.

Are you the service
or are you Dr. Moore?

Oh, you're Dr. Moore's nurse.

Well, I'd like to make
an appointment for Jill Dunlap.

Oh, shit.
No, not you.

Damn.

Yeah, she hurt her foot
in ballet class last week.

She's limping
and she's getting worse.

No, I'm sorry. She doesn't even
get out of school till 3:30.

Piano lesson's at 4:15.

No, her sister. Yeah.

Oh, 4:45. That's great.
Thank you so much. Bye.

Hey, I'm throwing it out!

Hey, you guys,
I said I'm throwing it out!

Go on!
Throw your shit out!

I'm warning you, guys!

You get down here
and eat breakfast

or I'm gonna
throw this stuff out!

I don't want any breakfast.

Oh, hi, Molly.

You getting out of bed, Mom?
I'm tired.

You're never tired.
Why are you so tired?

You slept in yesterday.

I lost my sock and boot, Mom.
Yeah?

Your sock's in the bathroom.

Oh, here.

Here's your boot.

MAN ON RADIO: Win a three-day,
two-night vacation

at the magnificent
MGM Grand Hotel in Reno...

All right, you have
a 4:45 doctor's appointment.

And sit down.

We're gonna eat breakfast.
It's ready.

I don't want any breakfast.

What do you mean
you don't want any breakfast?

God damn it, Jill!
Oh. Oh, God damn it!

I fixed the goddamn breakfast
and nobody eats it!

I'm tired of this!

He's here.
He's at the end of the driveway.

One minute to 8:00, huh?

He's been waiting there
since 7:45.

MOLLY:
Remember Monday,

he came all the way
up the driveway?

Here comes the bus.

Okay, hurry up.
Okay. Bye-bye.

Bye.
Bye, Mom. See you later.

Hi, Dad.
Hi, Dad.

Hi. Good morning.
Good morning.

You all right?

GEORGE:
Come on, quickly.

Good morning, princess.

[CHATTERING]

[GIRLS SINGING"FAME"]

* Baby, look at me
And tell me what you see *

* You ain't seen
the best of me yet *

Give me time,
I'll make...

Are we gonna stop for
hot chocolate this morning?

GEORGE:
Sure, honey.

What about the basketball gum?

Are we gonna stop
for basketball gum?

Let's skip the basketball gum
this morning.

But, Daddy,
you said yesterday

we could go
to the crud shop today.

That's true, Daddy,
that's just what you said.

How about you, Marianne?

Are you desperate
to go to the crud shop?

Whatever you say, Daddy.

Where are we going
this weekend, Daddy?

Are we gonna see the basketball
game and watch Jim play?

Well, Jim's
not playing this weekend.

He's hurt his ankle.

I thought
we might go up north.

Jack London's house.
The olden days.

We'll be alone with you
and no one else?

Is that lady gonna come?

Sandy? I don't know.
Why?

Just wondered.

ALL:
* I want a hippopotamus
For Christmas *

* Only a hippopotamus will do *

* No crocodiles
or rhinoceroses *

* I only like
the hippopotamuses *

* I want a hippopotamus
for Christmas *

* Only a hippopotamus will do *

* No kangaroos
or duckbill platypuses *

* I only like hippopotamuses *

* And hippopotamuses
like me, too *

GEORGE:
Stop.

No, I'm gonna have
some chocolate milk.

Wait up.

What time is it, you guys?

Hey. How's the Dunlaps
this morning?

Fine, thanks.

How's Sherry?
Terrific.

Takes the bus.
Likes to go with her friends.

Oh.

Can I have a Coke?
GEORGE: No Cokes.

Gee!
Shut up, Molly.

Daddy, you said!

Three hot chocolates, right?

GEORGE:
You got it.

What about the basketball gum?

Molly, you've got
a hot chocolate.

How much crap
can you eat before school?

A lot.
You said...

Molly!
Oh, Jesus!

Oh, Molly.

I didn't mean to.
I didn't mean to spill it.

Molly, you're so stupid!

Oh, God.
Oh, come on.

Watch what you're doing.

Oh, it's okay.
I got it. No problem.

My pants!

Lookit, stop that.

We're gonna be late
for school.

All right. All right,
I'll write you a note,

for crying out loud.
You're so...

You already made
enough mess as it is.

Molly, you're so dumb.
I need more napkins.

Great kids.
It's gonna stain!

A real handful, huh?
You're so dumb!

Can I have more chocolate?

KIDS:
* Tell me what you see *

* You ain't seen
the best of me yet *

* Give me time,
I'll make you forget the rest *

* I got more in me *

MOLLY:
I want to be able to get

my Guinness
Book of World Records.

You know how I want to do that.
I'm gonna...

I'm gonna do it.

No, I'm gonna give you one.
Give me one, please.

Here you go. Here's the note.
Come on.

I'm the note-taker.

Okay, here you go.
Go! Go on!

Have a nice day!

Bye, Dad!
Bye!

Hey, don't forget
to wash the car!

Come on, hurry,
we'll be late.

[SIGHS]

Jesus, how does she do it?

[BARKING]

[PENCIL SHARPENING]

I'm sorry. I didn't do it.
Can I still have my dog?

No! Fool that I am!
I should have remembered!

Okay, go, I got six.
Hey, that's not fair.

Shut up.

Those slippers
will never come off

as long as you're alive!

But that's not
what's worrying me.

It's how to do it.

These things
must be done delicately

or you hurt the spell.

DOROTHY:
Run, Toto, run!

WITCH:
Catch him, you fools!

MOLLY:
Three, four, five, six, seven.

MARIANNE:
What is it, Jill?

It's Daddy with a policeman.
MOLLY: Okay.

What is it?

What Jill said.
Daddy with a policeman.

What do you mean,
a policeman?

It's Daddy, all right,
with the cop

from in front of the school.

All right.

Well, then somebody
better let them in.

I wonder what he wants.
Well, we'll find out.

FAITH: It's okay, honey.
I'll get the door.

Hello, George.

I've come for my books.

Tonight?

I said I'd be here
Wednesday at 8:00.

I'm a little late.

This is Officer Knudson.
He couldn't get away till now.

Oh.

Well, come on in.
Come on in.

Hi.
Hi.

Sorry, Mrs. Dunlap.

No, no, that's quite all right,
Officer Knudson. How are you?

Fine. Thanks, Mrs. Dunlap.
Right.

Leo suggested
I bring an officer along.

Who's Leo?
Spinelli.
My lawyer.

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

Well?
Well.

Well?

Well, everything's all set
for you in the study, so...

No, no, no, kids.
No, honey.

Now you have to go upstairs.
Now, all of you.

Oh, please?
Do your homework. Go on.

Run upstairs.

I don't want to hear
about anything.

Turn off the TV set.

JILL:
I don't have any homework.

FAITH:
Molly, find the, you know,

the toothpaste, the Crest,
it's on my shelf.

Brush your teeth.

Go on. Hurry!
MOLLY: Oh, come on, Mom.

I don't want to go to bed.

Coming home, Dad?

[CHUCKLES]

So, well...

Well, we'll be all right,
I promise.

Well, of course, Mrs. Dunlap.

Well, I'm sorry
about all this.

I don't mind, honest.

Well, then how about
some coffee?

Would you like some coffee?

I don't mind if I do.
Good. And, George, you?

GEORGE: What?
Some coffee?

GEORGE: No, thanks.
Tea?

GEORGE:
Thank you, no.

Well, can I help you
with anything then?

GEORGE: That's okay.
I'll do it myself. Thank you.

Well, let's go
get you your coffee.

Right this way.

So, help yourself
to the cream and sugar.

I appreciate it.
Do you mind if I smoke?

Huh?
No. No, no, no, no, please do.

May I join you?
You bet you.

No, I don't think I've seen you
at school, have I?

Yes, ma'am.
Been there every day.

I guess I haven't.

What?
Huh?

Oh, been there.

Yes, ma'am,
every morning.

FAITH: So, you been
out this way before?

No, ma'am,
this is a first for me.

FAITH:
Oh. Yeah.

KNUDSON:
Yeah.

FAITH: Well, I guess
I better get on with this.

If you'll excuse me.

KNUDSON:
Ma'am.

Where's my Cassell's?

You left it in that restaurant
in Provence, remember?

GEORGE:
What restaurant?

George, remember that one
with the terrible piano player?

Oh, yeah. He had a man who sang
Beatles songs in French.

Yeah, that's right.

[SINGING "IF I FELL" IN FRENCH]

[KNUDSON CLEARS THROAT]

I think I'll wait
in the vehicle.

FAITH:
Sure thing.

You always had
such a pretty smile.

I'm sorry, you know,
about Knudson,

but Spinelli insisted
it was a good idea.

You know, my lawyer.

That's okay, George.
The policeman seems very nice.

We have to be
grown-up, I guess.

Yeah, I guess.

Grown-up, sure, we should be
grown-up by now, George.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello? Oh, hi.
How are you?

[FAITH CHUCKLING]

No. No, no indigestion.
Are you kidding?

How can one afford indigestion
with Mouton Rothschild? Huh?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I slept like a baby.

No.

No, alone.

Oh, well, I can't.

You know,
there's somebody here right now.

Somebody?

No, no, no, no, Jerry,
you go right ahead.

Jerry?

Oh, I can't go, Jerry.

It's a stay-at-home
kind of night, you know,

washing the hair
and everything.

Next week. Well, yeah, maybe.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll be here.

Sure, okay.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Yeah. Bye-bye, Jerry. Bye.

Jerry?
Jerry fucking Miles?

No fucking.
We only had dinner.

You ate dinner?
Sure.

You ate dinner
with an insurance man?

Why not?
It was lovely.

He's nice,
a perfectly charming fellow.

You drank wine with him?

Yes, I drank wine.
Good wine.

I can't tell you how many
premiums it must have cost him.

But you hate wine.

FAITH: Well, I'm developing
a taste for it now.

You always drank milk.

Don't you remember
that waiter

who said milk and meat
would give you cancer?

That's why
I'm drinking wine now.

Who would have thought
a goddamn insurance man?

We have to be grown-up
about this, George, right?

Would you like to say goodbye
to the children?

"The children"?
What's that?

"The children."
Sounds so legal.

Jill, Marianne, Molly!

Bye, Daddy.
Bye.

Good night. Bye, Daddy.
Are you gonna read the books?

Where's the policeman?
Did Mom do something wrong?

No, no, darling.
He couldn't...

He just came to help Daddy
get his books.

Where's Sherry?

She's spending the night
at Joanne's.

[DOOR SLAMS]

Oh.

I'll walk you to the car.

GEORGE:
Don't bother.

Well, all right.
Kids, go on upstairs now.

It's cold out.
Go on, hurry up.

Good night, Mrs. Dunlap.
Thanks for the coffee.

Anytime.

KNUDSON: You out here alone
with the children now?

Yeah.

I'd get some bolts on
those doors if I were you.

Front and back.

Goodbye, ma'am.
FAITH: Bye.

GEORGE:
Real pretty, isn't it?

MOLLY: I thought
you didn't like the beach.

JILL:
Is this the back way?

GEORGE:
No, this is the front way.

The front way's the scenic way.
I thought we'd go in this way.

The back's
just a regular driveway.

Next time,
let's go the back way.

Yeah,
the back way's okay for us.

Is he gonna be there?
Who?

Doesn't she have
a little boy?

Oh, you mean Timmy.

Timmy?

Timmy's with his father.
But isn't it pretty?

You getting sand
in your shoes, Dad?

Don't you hate
the sand in your shoes?

I thought you'd like this.

The beach and all,
the boats and everything.

No, a regular driveway's
good enough for us, Dad.

I thought this way was prettier.
Isn't it pretty? Jesus!

Sure, sure, it's pretty.
Real scenic.

Yeah, very scenic.
Yeah, it's pretty all right.

Very pretty, Daddy.

The beach and the boats
and everything.

Very pretty.

Is it always this hot?

[BELL CLANGING]

Is she pretty?

Hi. Molly, Jill, Marianne.

Well, do I pass?

Well, aren't you
going to say hello?

Hi.

Hi.

Hi. Come on in.

Well, go on.
Go on in.

I was looking for you
at the back door.

Daddy likes the front way.
He likes the boats.

I've got lemonade
and chocolate chip cookies.

How's that sound?

Great.
Yeah, great.

Yuck.

[SINGING "IF I FELL" IN FRENCH]

* 'Cause I've been
in love before *

* And I've found
that love is more *

* Than just holding hands *

* If I give my heart *

* to you *

* I must be sure
from the very *

* ...start
That you will love me *

* More than...her *

[VOICE CRACKING]
* 'Cause I couldn't stand *

* The pain *

Oh, God.

Oh, I miss him.
It's not worth it.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello? Oh, hi, Mom.
How are you? How's Dad?

I see. You sure?

Well, you know, I was reading
about this holistic health spa,

and they really seem to be doing
these wonderful things.

No.

Yeah, well, do it your way.
I wouldn't dream of interfering.

They're fine.
They're fine.

They're away with George
for the weekend.

Yes, I know who she is.

Well, I can't afford
a big-city lawyer, Mother,

but the lawyer that I have
is supposed to be very good.

His name is Katz.
It's Sheldon Katz.

He's known as "the Butcher."

They make the best
divorce lawyers, Mother.

Well, George is my business,
Mother.

I mean, really,
I just wish you...

Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.
I know how you feel, Mother.

I know.

Yeah, well,
give my love to Dad, will you?

And kiss him for me?

And love to you, Mom.

Yeah, okay.
Bye-bye.

Yeah.
I'm sorry, too. Yeah.

Okay, bye.

Hand me one of the bones
down there, would you, please?

Here you go, Bingo.
Eat that, boy.

You don't want it?

Save it for later.

You bring your 12-gauge
with you?

[DOOR BELL RINGING]

[KNOCKING AND RINGING BELL]

FAITH:
I'll be right there!

Oh, hi.
Are you Mrs. Dunlap?

Yeah.
I'm Frank Henderson.

Yeah?

We spoke on the phone
about the tennis court.

Oh, my...
Oh, my God.

I believe you said the first
of this month, didn't you?

Yeah, I did, but...

Oh, Jesus,
that was such a long time ago.

You don't want
the tennis court no more?

Well, yes,
I want the court.

I've wanted that court
for five years.

Five years is a long time
to wait, huh?

Yeah.

It's $1,000 to start.
$1,000?

Yeah, well, that's what
we discussed, Mrs. Dunlap,

on the phone,
if you recall.

You see, $1,000 is
sort of a guarantee there,

it's a deposit,

and I set this time aside
for you.

I turned down
some other work.

Hope you understand.
Oh, yeah, I understand and...

I mean, I want you
to go ahead with the court.

There's just one problem.

What's that?
Well, I haven't got the $1,000.

[CHUCKLES]

Well... Well, that's real hard
for me to believe, Mrs. Dunlap.

Yeah, well,
my husband left me.

Oh.
Yeah.

So right now
I'm knee-deep in lawyers

and separation agreements
and child support

and it's just a bunch of shit.
So it's hard right now.

I don't know
when I would pay you.

I just... I would.
I really would.

That's probably not
good enough for you, right?

Well, I'd like to give you
a hand there, but...

Yeah.

No, I got a partner
back there and stuff,

and he's always raving at me

about one thing or another.

You know how it is.
Yeah, sure, I understand.

Well, listen, never mind.

It would have been real nice,
and I'm glad you came by.

I hope we haven't taken up
too much of your time.

Oh, no, no,
not at all.
Really?

Okay. Well...
Here.

Thanks.
Thanks a lot for coming by.

You bet.
And...

It's good to meet you.
It's good to meet you, too.

I'm real sorry about this.

Yeah, me, too.
Yeah?

Well...
Well.

Where were you gonna put it?
What?

Oh, out there.
In the grove.

The court.
Oh, yeah, that's a good spot.

Yeah.

Well, look... Sorry.
Oh.

Here's the jacket.
Is everything there?

That's a good guy there.
Oh, this is just crazy.

Well, I am sorry.
Yeah.

So...

FRANK: Uh...

What?

Let me ask you,
when would I get my $1,000?

At the end of the month,

and then I'd give you
a note for the rest.

Okay.
FAITH: Okay?

What? What?
I'll do it.

You will?
You bet.

That's great.

[LAUGHS]

That's good.
I'll meet you out in the grove

in a couple minutes.

FRANK:
Okay.

Get the loader out, Rick.

You got a check?

Oh, no, not exactly.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Frank.
Will you get the loader out?

Okay, okay.

[SNIFFS]

Her husband left her.

RICK:
I see.

Besides, I like her.

RICK:
Her or her ass?

I hadn't noticed her ass.

How many chimneys are there?

One, two, three, four.

I was just
trying to be funny.

A dirty rock.
Look at the water.

Yuck.
Throw money in there.

Spooky.

They say it was
really beautiful once.

What happened?

The night before Jack London
was to move into this house,

somebody set fire to it.

Who set fire to it?
They don't know.

Could have been
one of the workmen.

Could have been
somebody jealous.

He was a very great author.
I don't know.

Then what happened to him?

Jack London lost everything,
all up in smoke.

But he still had his wife.

Second wife.
She loved him a lot.

He was everything to her.

What happened to
Jack London's first wife?

I don't know, Jill.
I don't know.

What about his kids?
Did he have any kids?

There were children,
weren't there?

I'm not sure.

The leaflet says two.

What does it say about
the children, Marianne?

Nothing. It doesn't say anything
about the children.

I guess he forgot about them

after he married
his second wife.

Such an important man.
That's all that's left?

Just a rock.
It's a pretty rock.

How old was he
when he died?

Forty.

Not old.
No, not old.

But he never stopped working,
he never stopped writing.

Jack London
was a wonderful man.

You bet he was, Dad.

He was a wonderful man.

Yeah, he was
a wonderful man.

[SIGHS]

Let's go.
The trail closes at 4:00.

GEORGE: Yeah, you know,
you put them in together.

What a rotten thing.
Get enough? Get enough?

Cut it out.
Cut it out.

Come on.

Look at that.
Look at that.

Romeo and Juliet.

What do you mean?

That's the longest
good-night in history.

He was just tucking us in.
I'll help.

You take your shower, George.

I'll come back later
and kiss you good night, okay?

Why don't you kiss them now?

Sandy, you are bossy.

Yes, I am.

I want a little time
with Daddy to myself.

You have a lot more time
with him than our mother does.

Yeah, and she doesn't make us
go to bed so early either.

Your mother and I
do things differently.

See you in the morning.
Good night.

Good night.

I bet you wanna
make love to Daddy.

Yes, I do. What's
wrong with that?

What's it like
making love to Daddy?

Making love to your daddy
is a rare and beautiful thing.

Get into bed, Marianne.
All right.

Good night.
Good night.

But what's it really like?

What's it really like?
It's like eating ice cream.

Good night.
Good night. Good night.

[GIRLS LAUGHING]

It's like eating ice cream?

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

I bet it's disgusting.

Good night.

[SINGING "ROW YOUR BOAT"]

* Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream *

* Merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily *

* Life is but a dream *

* Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream *

* Merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily *

* Life is but a dream *

GEORGE:
Here we are. Bye.

KIDS: Bye. Bye.
SANDY: Bye, kids.

MARIANNE: You better get in.
You're gonna get wet.

Bye.

[HONKING]

GEORGE:
Okay, what do you want?

I want a Super Starburger,

a strawberry shake,

double French fries
and apple pie.

Jill?

I want a Happy Starburger
with cheese,

a vanilla shake
and two apple pies.

You can't have
two apple pies.

Why not? I'm having one
instead of my French fries.

You can't have
two apple pies.

Then Molly can't have
French fries

and an apple pie.

I can so!
That's what I had last time.

If you can have French fries
and an apple pie,

I can have two apple pies.

MOLLY: That's not fair.
Shut up, Molly.

Shut up, yourself.
Shut up, both of you!

It's almost 6:00.

I'm supposed to
have you home by 6:00.

Okay,
what do you want, Marianne?

Nothing.

GEORGE:
What do you mean, nothing?

Nothing.
I'm not hungry.

You've got to have something.
You haven't eaten.

All right, I'll have two
Superstars, a chocolate shake,

double French fries
and a cherry pie.

She can't have that
if I can't, Dad.

Never mind!

Hi!

Mommy.
Did you have a good time?

Great, get inside,
get inside.

Hi, Marianne.
Come on, hurry up.

Here, I'll get them.

It's Sherry's birthday
next week.

Yeah.

I thought maybe
she could spend the day with me.

I have tickets
for the Ice Capades.

Well, you better
discuss it with her.

I already did.
I called her at school.

She said
she didn't want to go.

Well, I guess
she doesn't want to go then.

Well, I thought perhaps
you could speak to her.

Oh, I don't think so, George.

I think this is
between you and Sherry.

I have a present for her.

A portable typewriter.
An Olivetti.

Oh, that's nice.
She really wants a typewriter.

I'll come by with it.
Okay.

The other night,
when I picked up my books,

I may have taken a few
of your cookbooks by mistake.

Oh, don't worry about it,
George. You know me.

They were mostly decoration
anyway.

And besides, I think

I'm changing
the dining room around.

Yeah?

Yeah, I think
I'm gonna put a big rya rug

in front of the fireplace.

What about the couch?
Well, I thought that I'd...

I'd put that behind the rug
in front of the fireplace.

How did you know
about the couch?

It's the last thing
we talked about,

when we were talking.

George, I'm sorry.
This is Frank Henderson.

How do you do?

Frank, yeah,
this is my husband.

Was my husband.
Hello.

I'll be back later.
Okay, Frank.

Who's he?

Just somebody helping out.
Helping out?

He's building
our tennis court, George.

Tennis court?

Yeah, that's right.
Out in the grove.

I don't want any goddamn
tennis court at my house.

What do you mean,
"your house"?

We kind of think
that it's our house, George.

Ours?
Yeah, me and the children.

This is my house.
I fixed up this house.

Well, you're not at this house
anymore, George, remember?

You walked out feet first,

or maybe there was
something else preceding you.

GEORGE:
This isn't your house yet!

FAITH:
George, it's getting late.

The children
have school tomorrow.

We'll talk about this
some other time, okay?

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Okay, it's all yours.

Sherry!
Oh, bug off!

Get it in reverse!
Yeah.

Watch out, Mom!
Okay.

Cut the gas off.

Good for you.

Don't put it in gear, though.
No.

No, Marianne.
No, this isn't a toy.

I know it's not a toy.
I know.

You quit?
Yeah.

How about these two
we're sitting on?

Hey, I want to leave
this end open.

I was thinking about having
a little gazebo, you know,

like you see at Wimbledon.
At what?

Yeah, I thought
we'd run the mesh

right up to this point
and then

we'd have this tennis house.
A summer house.

You know,
like the Japanese.

Where the children can have
iced tea and chicken sandwiches.

The Japanese?

Yeah, and they could
bring their friends.

Play tennis all day here.

Lucky kids.

I was thinking it would be
beautiful, Frank. Well?

Well, it'd be unusual.

No, no, no, no,
I didn't ask you if,

wait a second, if you thought
it's gonna be unusual.

I asked you if you thought
it was gonna be beautiful.

This is bad.

Yes, ma'am,
it'll be beautiful.

Well, anyway, listen,
would you like a beer?

Would you like
something to drink? A Coke?

Yeah,
a beer would be good.

Beer.
Yeah.

Okay.

Stop!

Marianne.
I didn't do it that last time.

I gotta go
to the bathroom, okay?

Hey, what are you
doing up there?

What are you looking for?
FAITH: Beer.

Beer for Frank?
Beer for both of us.

You drinking beer?
Sure I am.

You know,
I was thinking

maybe we ought to ask Frank
to stay to dinner.

I think we could
get the wall done by dinner.

Why don't you ask him?

No, I think
you should ask him, Sherry.

He likes you.
You think so?

Yeah, I do.
So why don't you ask him?

Oh, I don't know.
Ask him yourself.

Come on, Sherry.

Okay, I'll ask him
on one condition.

Yeah?

That I get to eat dinner
with you guys

and none of the other kids
get to come.

Why?
Okay, it's a deal.

Now, let's see,
I wonder if he likes chicken.

Doesn't everybody
like chicken?

Chicken's obviously very good,
isn't it?

Yeah, that's what
I'll give him.

I'll give him some chicken.

I hope we have some
in here someplace.

Oh, God, where in God's name
did our thighs go to anyway?

Maybe they're
in the freezer?

Didn't I put a chicken
in the freezer?

Is it that turkey?
Oh, God!

God, it's that terrible
old Easter turkey.

I don't want to give him this.

This is the worst.

Hey, relax,
will you, Mom?

He's only a guy.

[FAITH LAUGHS]

[CHATTERING]

[LAUGHING]

SHERRY: How many
glasses of wine have you had?

Oh, I know.

How about
a cup of coffee then, Frank?

I'd love a cup of coffee.

FAITH:
Oh, good.

Oh, Sher, why don't you get out
some of that nice brandy.

You'll have some brandy,
won't you, Frank?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Sherry, go ahead
and get the brandy.

SHERRY:
Which brandy is it?

FAITH:
The one in the green bottle.

That's Daddy's brandy.

That's all right.
Just get it, Sherry.

FRANK: I don't know, Faith.
I had this wine and...

Oh, no, no.

But the brandy
makes the coffee taste better

and the coffee makes

the brandy taste better.
I don't know.

Maybe it's the other way around.

Anyway, why don't you
just have some, Frank?

Will you join me?

Yeah.
I'll join you, of course.

I think I'll do the dishes.

Oh, that's all right, honey.
Leave them.

It's time for you
to go to bed, anyway.

Go to bed?
It's only 10:00.

Sherry,
you've got school tomorrow.

How about
a big glass of brandy, Sherry?

Milk!

Can you get it yourself, honey?

What's this "honey" shit
all of a sudden?

Sherry,
that's enough of that.

Good night, Frank.
I'll see you in the morning.

Okay.
And I'll see you soon.

FAITH:
Good night.

Here's one for you,
one for me.

Thank you.

How about a cigar
to go with that, Frank?

Well, no, thank you,
I really don't smoke cigars.

No. Well, I...

I haven't got any...

Come on, Mom,
you know what he smokes.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

That's great.
I'd love a cigar.

Oh, good. Well,
they're just in the other room.

Okay.
I'll be...
I'll be right back.

You want me to stay here
or come with you or...

Oh, no, no. You stay...
You stay there.

You're comfortable,
aren't you, Frank?

Comfortable?

Makes no difference to me.

Good. I'll be right back.
Okay.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, I mean...

Well, here's your cigars.

I can't smoke all of them.

I know.
I'm sorry.

Any one'll do.
This one?

Sure.

Yeah.
In your mouth, huh?

Thanks.
Excuse me.

Well...

You got any music?
Music?

I see you got a stereo.

Oh, yeah.
Sure, we have some.

How about
the March of the Children

from The King and I?

I don't believe
I know that one.

No, I'm just kidding.
It's a joke.

It's one of Molly's favorites.

["PLAY WITH FIRE"
PLAYING ON STEREO]

* Well, you've got
your diamonds *

* And you've got
your pretty clothes *

* And the chauffeur drives *

Oh, yeah, I love this song.
Yeah, it's great.

* But don't play with me *

* 'Cause you're
playing with fire *

* Your mother,
she's an heiress *

* Owns a block
in St. John's Wood *

* And your father'd... *

You wanna dance?

[CHUCKLES]

Dance?

Don't you dance?

Not in a long time.

Why?

Oh...

I'm just a little nervous.

Nervous?

Scared.

Why?

'Cause it's been a long time
since I've danced

or been alone with a man
other than my husband.

* ...by the score *

* Now she gets her kicks
in Stepney *

* Not in Knightsbridge
anymore *

Can I kiss you?

* So don't play with me *

No, I don't think so.

* 'Cause you're
playing with fire *

* Now you've got
some diamonds *

[SIGHS]

* And you will have
some others *

* But you better
watch your step, girl *

* Or start living
with your mother *

* But don't play with me *

* 'Cause you're
playing with fire *

I mean, yes.

* Your old man
took her diamonds *

* And tiaras by the score *

* Now she gets her kicks
in Stepney *

* Not in Knightsbridge
anymore *

* So don't play with me *

* 'Cause you're
playing with fire *

* Now you've got
some diamonds *

* And you will have
some others *

* But you better
watch your step, girl *

* Or start living
with your mother *

* So don't play with me *

* 'Cause you're
playing with fire *

[COUGHING]

Timmy's coughing.
I'll go.

I'll do it. You stay
where you are, love.

[COUGHING]

What's the matter, Timmy?

I can't breathe.

Do you want some Coke?

It's too warm.

Good for your stomach.

I think I have to throw up.

Well, don't.
Come on, come on, come on.

It's okay, it's okay.

Where's Mom?
She's sleeping.

Where's Daddy?
What do you mean, Timmy?

Daddy.

He's in Los Angeles.
You know that.

You're sleeping over?

Yes.
Of course I am.

Don't you want to go home
and be with your own children?

Thanks.

He's okay now.

You coming back to bed?

I would have gone.

That's okay.
You always go.

Sean never did.

Do you miss him?

Never.

Even when I was with him,
I was lonely.

I never have
that feeling with you.

And I knew I wouldn't
as soon as we got going.

I don't like being alone.

I mean, I can stand it,
of course, but...

I want a friend.

You're my friend, George.

I like you.

I love you.

And if you don't come through,
I'll find somebody else.

SHERRY: Mom, I'm having
an appendicitis attack!

Sherry, you have a fever.

No, Mom, it's my pancreas!

Pancreitis.

Go back to bed.

It's gallstones,
Mom, believe me.

Oh, Sherry,
you do not have gallstones.

Now, just go to bed
and drink the tea with honey,

and I'll make you
a nice rice pudding.

Mom, I don't want
a nice rice pudding!

All right, then, Sherry.

Don't have a nice rice pudding.

I hate Daddy.

FAITH:
What's the matter?

I hate Daddy.

Sherry?

Are you all right?

Why did Daddy leave us?

Well, I don't think he left you.
I think he left me.

I'm never getting married.

Oh, Sherry,
don't say that.

What's the point?

Well, when two people
love each other...

It's...
I don't know.

It's like
going through doors and...

At first, you go
through the doors together.

And...

Then one person gets ahead.

But if they love each other,

why don't they
wait for each other?

I don't know.

It's all Daddy's fault.

No, Sherry,
it's no one's fault.

No one's to blame.
It's just time.

Do you wish for you and Daddy?

No.

You and Frank?

Oh, no.

You stopped wishing?

Oh, no, I hope
I never stop wishing.

No, it's just that
when you get older,

you learn to take things
as they come.

Your Daddy always says...

What does Daddy say?

"Wishes are sometimes
all that we have."

What do you mean,
what'd I get?

I get what I always get.

Hey, what...
Where did you get those?

Didn't you want them?
I got a whole box.

She stole them, Mom.
Why did you do that?

I like them.

Well, you can just
put them right back.

But I can't.
Why not?

I ate nine already.

Oh, let me see those.
Oh, honey, are you all right?

Come on, Molly,
what are you doing?

You know I have to go
into Mr. Millers' every day,

and you know
I can't do that.

Hi, Sandy.

Hi, kids!
This is Sandy, Mom.

Hi.
Hi.

Bye, Sandy.
Bye.

Bye.

What do you think, Mom?
Do you think she's pretty?

I don't think she's pretty.
She's all skinny.

She looks like
a clothes hanger.

I don't know.
I kind of like her clothes.

They're designer clothes,
aren't they, Mom?

Get in and shut up!

I don't think
she liked her clothes.

Yeah, just give me a lighter.
This is very cool here.

FAITH: Can I have
the cigarette in my mouth?

No, will you put it
in my mouth?

Faith!

What are you?

I'm not gonna
give it to you then.

FAITH: Put it in my mouth.
Go ahead.

FRANK:
Why are you doing this?

Faith!

[HORN HONKING]

I'll get it later.
I'll get it later. Later!

Oh, God.
Oh, dear.

Where's Sherry?
She went to the city.

Mother took her to the ballet
for her birthday.

Oh, I see.

What's that?

Frank's lunch.
He loves Syrian bread.

What is he, an Arab?

No. He's not an Arab.

I brought Sherry
the typewriter.

What?

The typewriter I told you about.
The one for her birthday.

Oh! Oh, yeah,
that's great.

No, I want to
give it to her.

Okay.

Okay, I'll be back.

All right, sounds good.

Incidentally, the next time
Sherry goes out of town...

Yeah?
I'd like to know.

Out of town?
She's just with my mother

for her birthday, George.

I'm really sorry.

That's the tennis court?
That's it.

That clay's gonna run
like molasses.

You should have used
en-tout-cas.

En-tout-cas?

Well, if I could spell it,
I would've used it.

Tennis courts are tricky things.
You can't just rush into them.

And if you're gonna build one,
you might as well do it right.

Frank and I are doing just fine,
thank you, George.

I'll bet you are.

How much is he sticking you?

You mean what's his price?

Frank's very reasonable.

Glad to hear that
'cause I'm not paying a nickel

for that piece of shit
you call a tennis court.

Who's asking you to, George?

Oh, God. Listen,
I have to go, okay?

Frank's beer
is getting warm.

Look what I got you.

Hey, buddy!

It looks like shit!

You couldn't play
horseshoes on that volcano!

What?

Don't pay any attention to him.

But what the hell's he saying?

I said fuck you!

What'd he say that for?

I don't know.

Hello, George.

Hi.

I brought Sherry
her typewriter.

Now?

George, it's late.
Look, it's no use.

She really doesn't
want to see you.

But it's her birthday.

Why don't you just
leave the typewriter?

No, I want to
give it to her myself.

But she doesn't
want to see you, George.

I want to give my kid
her birthday present.

Your kid doesn't want
her birthday present!

Five minutes,
that's all.

She's very angry
with you, George!

Yeah? I'm angry.
About what?

About you roundheeling
on a tennis court

with some overage
redneck hippie!

I think you better go, George.

I want to give my child
her birthday present!

SHERRY: Your child doesn't
want her birthday present!

Just go, George.

No. This is my house
and that's my...

Look, George. I'm not gonna
listen to any of this anymore!

And you're in violation
of our separation agreement!

My lawyer said...
Fuck your lawyer, George!

You fuck your lawyer!

I'm giving my child...
Stop it!

...her birthday present!
George!

[GLASS SHATTERING]

George! George!

George, stop!
Come here!

Jesus Christ!
George! No!

George! Oh, no!
Oh, God!

No! Don't! Don't!
George!

SHERRY:
This isn't your house!

Stop it, George, please!

How do you like it?

How do you like being
locked out of your own house?

George!
Get out of here!

George, come on!
Molly! Molly!

Come here!
Help me, Mol!

Pull!
Pull the chair.

Stay away from me! Stay away!
Get out of here! No!

You fucker!
Help! Help!

[CRYING]

Pull it out
from under there, Molly.

I'm trying! I'm trying!
Molly!

SHERRY:
Go away! No, Daddy!

No, Daddy, please!
Stop it!

Molly! Molly,
come to the back door!

Molly...

FAITH:
Molly! Come around to the door!

Molly!
Here, Molly, right here!

Sherry... Sherry.
No... No.

Honey...

SHERRY:
You bastard.

Talk to me.

[SHERRY CRYING]

FAITH:
Hurry up!

Honey...

Please, honey.

Forgive me.

FAITH:
The chair, right there!

Okay, honey, get the bolt!
Hurry up!

All right.
Okay.

Give me a chance.

Sherry?

Oh, Mom.
Honey.

JILL: Want something
to eat, Daddy?

I could make you
a hamburger with onions.

MARIANNE: Do you want a Band-Aid
for your hand, Daddy?

GEORGE:
Sherry?

FAITH:
Get out.

[SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

[GAVEL POUNDING]

I thought we had
a separation agreement,

visitation rights.

But this incident,
Your Honor...

What incident?
No police report.

I would like to
make a stipulation

that we not be dragged
into court

every time it pleases
Mrs. Dunlap or her attorney.

Stipulate one, Your Honor,

that Mrs. Dunlap
be restrained...

Your Honor,
is Mr. Spinelli

gonna make
a presentation here?

Mr. Dunlap,
your insistence

on limiting
Mrs. Dunlap's custody

during vacations
seems poorly timed.

This Christmas, the children
will reside with their mother.

And as for you, Mrs. Dunlap,

to deny the father the right
to take the children to school

three times a week
seems an unnecessary hardship.

If he so wishes,

and he is the only father
the children have right now,

why shouldn't he
enjoy that privilege?

Do you understand,
Mrs. Dunlap?

I do.
I mean, I will.

JUDGE: Mr. Dunlap?
I agree, Your Honor.

JUDGE:
You'd better.

I don't want to see either
of you two in here again.

We bring in Sherry.

We show the welts
from the hanger.

We expose the broad.

What broad?
The one he's shacked up with.

Let me work him over.
Work him over?

Right.
Put him in Soledad

with the beaners
and the Schvoogies.

No, Sheldon.
No? Why not?

Just no.

You want your house,
you want your kids, right?

What do you think
they're gonna do?

That dago lawyer of his

is not known for
his Christianity.

And the iron maiden on the bench
is no bargain either.

What do you say, Faithie?

I say I'll think about it.

You better.
Here he is now.

Mr. Dunlap wants to
pick up the children tonight

at 7:00 instead of 6:00.

He has a late appointment
in the city.

Under no circumstances.

No, Sheldon, it's all right.
I'm not gonna be home, anyway.

What do you mean
you're not gonna be there?

My father's sick.

What's the matter with him?
I don't know.

He's back in the hospital
for more tests

and they're keeping him there.

Are you gonna stay up there
for a few days?

Yeah, I'll be back
Monday at 4:00.

Mrs. McGovern's gonna sit,

so you can pick up the kids

whenever you want to tonight,
George.

I'll bring the kids
up to your parents'.

Oh, no.
Yeah, I will.
It'll be easy.

FAITH: Please, George,
it'll be okay.

Well, give Dad my love.

And tell him
I'm gonna come up and see him.

No, George.
GEORGE: I want to!

George,
come on, George.

Please, George.

Let me take care of it,
will you?

[LABORED BREATHING]

Dad.

Dad.

Hi, Dad.

Where's your mother?

She's outside.

How you doing, honey?

Oh, I'm okay.

FRENCH:
You, too, George?

Good to see you two together.

Thanks, French.

You are together?

Sure.

Sure.

I mean, we are.

FRENCH: You wouldn't shit me,
would you, George?

No.

Oh, I miss that house.

How's the house?

Terrific.
It needs some work.

"Terrific,"
"It needs some work."

Well, you two
better get together.

No, George is right, Dad.

And when you get out,
you'll just...

You'll come by one Sunday,

like you always do,
you'll bring your tools.

Cut it out.

You two are
a couple of lousy liars.

FAITH:
You're right.

We're broken up, Dad.

Yeah.
Do you forgive me, Daddy?

Not a chance.

George.
Come here.

FRENCH:
What the hell is going on?

GEORGE:
I don't know.

You going up to the Berryessa
this spring, George?

Sure.

Look out for the big rock.

The smallmouth
like to lay around it.

What big rock?

You'll tell.

You'll show me.

Oh, George, I ought to
kick your ass around the block.

Do it, French.

What are you doing
lying around here for anyway?

They got me lassoed, George.

Fight it.
God damn it!

I'm trying,
I'm trying...

You're dying on me,
for Christ sake!

I need you!

Oh, thanks, George.

[BEEPS]

I'm here, French.
Stay with me!

You're doing okay, George.

Stay with me!
Relax. It's okay.

Stay with me!
French! French.

Get away from here!
Get away from him. Get away.

Wait out in the corridor,
please, sir.

French.

[BEEPING]

Ma'am?

[WHISPERED CONVERSATION]

I'm awful sorry, Charlotte.
He was a wonderful guy.

Hello, Charlotte.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Do you want me to ride
with you and Faith in the car?

There's no room.

No room or no place?

No place.

Maybe he can squeeze in
with us, Mother.

Yeah, it's okay.
I'll ride with Uncle Ned.

Suit yourself.

Bye, Mom.
Bye-bye.

Oh, I forgot to get a flower.

You want to come with me
to get a flower?

[SINGING "DON'T BLAME ME"]

* Don't blame me *

* For falling
in love with you *

* I'm under your spell
How can I help it? *

* Don't blame me *

* Oh, can't you see *

Mr. Dunlap is right over here.

Yeah, I'd like that table.

Oh. Certainly.
Right this way.

* The thrill
that I'm feeling *

* Don't blame me *

Your waiter
will be right with you.

Yeah.

* I can't help it
If that doggone moon above *

* Makes me... *

What are you doing here?

I thought you were
staying at your mother's.

I had enough of my mother.
What are you doing here?

I was up at the lake.
All this time?

Well, I like the lake.
What were you doing up there?

Nothing.
Just watching the bass.

Do you mind
if I sit down?

Has your mother
got any plans?

What is she gonna do?
Is she going away?

Do you want your food
served here, sir?

Yeah.
No.

I don't think
that's enough dill for you.

George, you know,
I'd like to be alone.

Would you bring me
some more dill, please?

And for you, madam?

No, nothing.
I'll have some of his.

Why don't you order
some dinner, Faith?

You mean you want me
to get my own, huh?

No, I'm not that hungry.

Good.
I'm not so hungry, either.

No, no, here,
I'll take that.

Thank you very much.
Yeah. Okay.

Here, George,
give this a try.

Want a piece?
Yeah.

Yeah, give me
some dill on that.

Sure.
Is everything all right?

Fine, just fine,
thank you.

How about some dessert?

I'm on a diet.

I'm trying to lose
seven pounds.

You look fine to me.
Well, I'm not losing it for you.

The waiter heard you.

I don't care
about the waiter.

Now, Faithie.

Don't
"Now, Faithie" me, George.

It's over.
All that's over, remember?

Just dismiss it?
You left me, George.

You threw me out.

You left me
because you were

screwing Sandy
and everybody knew about it.

And, finally,
I knew about it.

I don't know what the hell
you were doing

spending nights
at our house, anyway.

I paid the bills, didn't I?

We're very grateful about that.

Don't put me down.
I've worked hard.

I've worked hard.
And I worked hard with you.

You'd come off that train
and I'd have the children in bed

and the ice out
and the coq au vin

and the potaufeu
and the Christ knows what else.

And then I'd sit there

and I'd listen to
your stupid office politics,

and I'd advise you
and I'd coddle you and fuck you,

and then I'd be up
at 6:00 in the morning

and I'd have the children off

and out of your way!
Is that so?

Well, let me tell you
something.

Hey, pipe down, buddy.

We're paying
for our dinner, too.

I'd come off that train

and you were always
so goddamn nice.

And, yes,
you were a good cook,

and, yes,
you were a good mother,

and, yes,
you could lay it on

for my old college buddies.

And, yes, you were smart
about elections.

You wanna know something?
I was in awe of you.

In awe of me?

What the hell does that mean?
You, the children!

Four children! You raised them
with the back of your hand.

You made it
so goddamn easy.

You raised them, too, George.

Bullshit!
I was never there.

I was a bystander,
an outsider in all this.

All this what?

All this life!

I was sitting with my thumb
up my ass, sharpening pencils,

praying that some dumb editor
would give me a pat on the back

for a profile on some...

The fucking greenskeeper
at Pebble Beach.

You were changing diapers
and scraping shit off walls.

You were creating lives!
What was I doing?

Studying the fucking
Bermuda grass.

And counting the goddamn dimples
on a golf ball.

Don't you understand?
I worshipped you.

Well, then for God's sakes,
George,

why didn't you
treat me that way?

You were always yelling.
You were always so angry.

You have
such a terrible temper!

But you know
I don't mean it.

Tell that to the children,
George.

I was afraid.
Don't you understand?

Afraid of what?
I couldn't hack it!

I felt like I was swimming
the English Channel

with a 50-pound weight
around my neck.

That's my mother's line.

Yeah, well, your mother's
done a lot of drowning.

You leave my mother
out of this!

I'd be glad to!

Your mother was a lousy mother
and a lousy wife!

Did we decide on dessert?
Well, then tell me about Sandy!

Does she fuck you morning,
noon and night?

Forget about Sandy.
What about him? The redneck?

The who?
Sam Stud,

the character with
all the cotton in his crotch.

Do you do it
on the backhoe?

You talking about Frank?

Frank. What a name. Frank.
I had a counselor at Scout camp

named Frank.
Franks always love the outdoors.

Well, this Frank
isn't bad indoors.

Jesus Christ!

Hey!
Give us a break, will you?

You know what it is
that I love about Frank, George?

He's you!
He's you 15 years ago.

I don't know
what the hell happened to you!

Did you have to become
such a shit heel

just because
you're a big success?

Don't you see
any good in me at all?

Not at home!
Not a lot!

Why is it that you're the only
one I can't get along with?

Everybody else loves me!
Oh, yeah, I know!

Like eating ice cream, isn't it?
Just like eating ice cream!

Come back here.
Faith, I said come back here!

I'm not coming back to you!

Oh, come on, Faith,
give him a chance!

GEORGE: Butt out, Bubbles.
Watch it, fella!

You watch it!
Stop it, George!

Stop it, George!
She'd rather fuck Frank!

You asshole!
Fuck you, woman, fuck you!

Bitch!
Give my wife the finger?

Apologize to the lady!

I'm a woman!
I'm a woman, George!

Apologize to the woman!

Harold, apologize!

She gave you the finger! Go on!
You deserve it, you prick!

All right, stop it.
That's enough now.

HAROLD: Okay, I'm sorry.
Please, please.

Please, please.
Sit down over there, please.

This is a restaurant,
not a gymnasium.

Do you mind?

Enjoying a nice quiet fight
with my wife.

Please, have it at your table,
would you?

Sit down.
Come on, sit down.

Can I get you
a little brandy on the house?

Two doubles.

Mrs. Dunlap,
would you like to order now?

Yeah,
I want a lobster.

One pound or two?

Three.
Okay.

And some wine to go with it.
Yeah.

We have a new Chardonnay in.

And, of course, there's
the lovely old Gewurztraminer.

Both.

Both?

You heard her, both.

Certainly.

I think we won.

Did we?

FAITH [CHUCKLING]:
No, let go of me, George.

I wonder what it was.

Don't, George.
Don't say that.

But why?

'Cause it's just not...
Don't. Stop it, George.

You're embarrassing.

Oh, really?

How do you feel
about the Gewurztraminer?

What? The who?
The Gewurztraminer.

I thought it was
a trifle authoritarian.

And just the least bit
Lufthansa, ja?

No, George,
that's the worst accent

I've ever heard.

Oh. Well?

Where are the children?

Stop it! They're next door.
Where do you think they are?

Oh, well...

Well?

Well...
Good night, George.

Well, look, where's your room?
I mean...

Twenty-seven.

No, George.
You can't do that.

Why?
Twenty-seven's my room.

No, it's my room.
It's not your room, George.

It's my room.
Twenty-seven's my room.

There must be
some misunderstanding.

Oh, well, George, I think
you just better get yourself

another room, huh?

This is my room.
You can't stay here, George.

You can't spend
the night here.

Half of this room is mine.

No, you can't
spend it here, George.

Oh, no, George. No.

FAITH:
This was crazy.

GEORGE:
What was crazy?

FAITH:
Me, here with you.

What's wrong with it?
Everything.

It was wonderful.
It was crazy.

Why?

Because we're not together.

Well, we're here,
aren't we?

I don't know.

Call it a weak moment,

or I guess you could just
call it whatever you want.

What's wrong with it?

My father died
and I wanted you.

But I can see tomorrow.
Yeah.

You playing one-on-one
with Sandy's son.

You with Sandy,
she with you.
Stop, please.

I was never right for you,
was I, George?

It was like
I sang all the music,

but I never knew the words.

You knew the words.
You were a good mother.

But I forgot
how to be a good wife.

Oh, Jesus, George.

I loved you.
Jesus, God, I loved you.

I loved you
'cause you could love.

You made me feel loved
when I was a girl.

You helped me grow
into a woman.

Just now,
for a minute there...

I don't know,
you made me laugh, George.

You were kind.

Yes, you're right.
I'm not kind anymore.

No.

Me either.

You're kind to strangers.

Yeah.
Strangers are easy.

Molly threw up her éclair.

FAITH:
I'll be right there, Sherry.

I think you better go, George.

["I CAN'T TELL YOU WHY" PLAYING]

[KIDS CHATTERING]

Oh, come on, Marianne.

Be quiet, all right?
Shit!

Come on.
Oh. Watch it.

Marianne,
I'm not playing.

Hey,
don't be a baby about it.

It's my tennis court
as well as yours.

It stinks.

Look what I got for you.

What did you get for me?
Right here, your favorite.

Oh, a piece of corn!
Thanks.

I love corn.
With butter on it.

What do I get?
A kiss.

Wanna go dance?
What?

You heard me.
Do you wanna go dance?

I'm too young for you.

Come on.

You got all these handsome lads

standing around here,
you wanna dance with me?

Yeah.
Well, I tell you what.

You give me a minute
with these steaks,

I'll dance with you.
Okay.

Now what do you want?
What? I just want to put

a little salt on mine.

'Cause I like mine
with lots of salt,

and I like them black.

That one over there.
Black and crusty.

All right.
That'll be mine, okay?

Whatever you want,
you got it.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Okay.

This it?

Yeah, this is it.

Exactly.

You wanna dance?

FRANK: Why not?
FAITH: Okay.

FRANK: Sherry, watch
these steaks for me, will you?

Give them about five minutes.

Then flip them, okay?
Okay.

No, I get to go.
Come on, Marianne.

It's my turn!
Give it to me.

Sherry, why don't you come
over here and dance with us?

FRANK: Oh, come here.
FAITH: Sherry, come on.

If you don't come over here,
I'm gonna come over there

and hug you with no mercy.
Come on.

[FAITH LAUGHING]

FAITH:
Come on.

Now I got both of you.
Yeah.

Frank spending the night?

FAITH:
Maybe, yeah.

Just tonight.

Just tonight.
He brought his toothbrush.

That's a big bag
for a toothbrush.

FAITH:
What do you mean?

I mean, I saw his bag.

Looks like
he's gonna stay awhile.

Now wait a minute, Sherry.

I'm not moving in

so don't go jumping
to any conclusions.

Am I jumping?

FAITH:
What do you mean, Sherry?

You fucked Daddy last week
and you fuck Frank this week.

Who are you gonna
fuck next week?

That's enough!
Wait a minute. Sherry...

No, leave me alone!
You're not my father!

Sherry!

Sherry!

Sherry!
Sherry! Wait!

Sherry!

Sherry!

Don't be dumb, Sherry,
come back!

Sherry, I'm sorry!
Wait a minute!

Sherry!

Sher!

Sherry!

Six of diamonds.
Okay.

But your mother
can see your cards.

Quit helping.
You're a cheater.

I'm not cheating.
Oh, four.

You want me to tell you
what to play?

No.

I don't want you
to tell me what to...

What's that?

[EXCLAIMS]

SANDY: Good move.
GEORGE: I'm not sure.

Yes, okay.

No, I'm not gonna play...
I'm gonna play that,

which is the three of diamonds.

Three of diamonds.
The three of diamonds.

SANDY:
A big six.

Oh, no,
I didn't mean to make that play.

She wouldn't make her play.
That's a mistake.

[CLATTERING]

No. All right.

Well, sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

TIMMY: George,
are you gonna play some more?

SANDY: I think it's time
for you to go to bed.

You're a little tired,
aren't you?

TIMMY: One more game.
SANDY: No, sweetheart.

Let's get the cards
all up, okay?

Are there any on the floor?
Look and see. No?

You get them all?

GEORGE:
I thought it was you.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

GEORGE:
You took a walk?

By mistake.

I brought you
your birthday present.

Here.
Has all the letters.

Is it electric?
I hate electric.

It's not electric.

Have you got any paper?

Oh, never mind.

You wanna come inside?

It's not dinky at all.

You slept with Mommy
up at Grandpa's.

Yes.

You fuck Sandy
and then you fuck Mommy.

GEORGE: Please.
Please, what?

GEORGE: I don't think
I have to take that from you.

Well, you haven't much choice.
Oh, I don't?

Well, I could just leave your
little ass to freeze down here.

Good.

GEORGE:
Honey, please.

My little ass
hasn't frozen yet!

Please, I'm sorry.

You're always sorry.

I just don't wanna get zapped
with a hanger again.

Please.
Sherry, please, please.

Why did you leave?

Do you love her more than Mom?

Something happened
between me and Mommy.

What?
I don't know.

I've got to figure it out.

You've been staying
at Sandy's a month now

and you haven't figured it out?

I like it at Sandy's.

You mean you like sleeping
with her more than Mom?

She's so...

Bony.

What about what's-his-name?
Timmy?

Yeah?

You love him more.
No.

Is he good at cards?

He's fair.

What were you playing?
Hearts.

Did he shoot the moon?
No, I did.

You're lying.

He shot it twice.

Are you gonna
take him on trips?

Remember the trip
we took to SeaWorld?

Mommy got that speeding ticket?

You yelled at her.

She told that cop off.

Sandy wouldn't.

Mommy's crazy, huh?

Yeah.

Do you hate her?

Oh, no.

You love her.

Yeah, I guess I do.

Why don't you tell her that?

I can't.

Are you gonna
let her get a divorce?

I think I'm gonna have to.

What happens to me?

I'll love you more.

Why?

Because I'll have
more time for you.

I'll be closer to you.

I think
you'll be closer to Timmy.

[HUMMING]

* Every time they were sure
they had you caught *

* You were quicker
than they thought *

It's Daddy!

* You'd just turn your back
and walk *

* You always said the cards
would never do you wrong *

FAITH:
Sherry.

Sherry, you all right?
You okay?

Okay, huh?

FAITH: I know. I know.
Where did you get that?

SHERRY:
It's my present from Daddy.

FAITH: Yeah?
SHERRY: Do you like it?

FAITH: I like it.
Do you like it?

SHERRY:
It's not electric.

FAITH:
Well, it's what you wanted.

SHERRY:
Sort of.

She okay?

You don't like it?

Just the opposite.

Well, what do you mean?

You did it.
You really did it.

Did what?

The court.
The tennis court.

How you doing?

How are you?
Good.

So what do you think?

What do I think about what?

The court.
What do you think?

Oh! Oh, the court. Yeah.
The court looks good.

FAITH:
Yeah?

You really like it?
I do. It adds.

That really pleases me.
I was anxious, somewhat,

there, to know how you feel.

I like it very much.

That's good.

Can I offer you
a drink of wine or something?

My partner over there

brought back some really nifty
tequila from Mexico.

No, thank you.

You sure?

FRANK: Well, let me know
when you change your mind.

FAITH: I can tell
Sherry likes your typewriter.

You certain?

Oh, absolutely.
Good.

Well, we did the whole thing
for $12,000.

No kidding.
Yep, no kidding.

The Bradleys paid 20.

I don't think theirs
is half as good.

I've seen the Bradleys'.
You're right.

You got yourself
a good contractor.

FAITH: Oh, yeah.
Frank does very careful work.

You'll have to come over
and play sometime.

You and Sandy.

What do you mean?

I mean, we have to
work this thing out.

Be grown-up about it,
remember?

Yeah, sure.
Be grown-up about it.

Don't you want that?

Yeah.

Would you like to meet
some of Frank's friends?

Not now.
Maybe later.

Maybe later.

So why don't you try
some of that tequila?

It'll put hair
on your chest.

I've really got to go.

You'll see.

You're going to be okay.
Sure.

What are you doing?

Hello.

[CAR REVVING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

FRANK:
You fucking... George!

Come out of there, you son of...
Son of a bitch!

I said get out!

You worthless bag of shit!
Get out of there!

You son of a bitch!

SHERRY:
Stop it!

Please! Mommy, no!

SHERRY: Mommy, stop it!
Get somebody to stop it!

Stop it!
Stop it!

Mommy, help him!

FAITH: Oh, God!
Stop it! Stop!

SHERRY:
Somebody help her!

FAITH:
Frank, stop it!

Stop it.

Who the fuck
do you think you are?

FAITH:
Don't! George!

[GEORGE GROANING]

Faith?

[PANTING]

[GIRLS WHIMPERING]

Faith.

[EAGLES' "I CAN'T TELL YOU WHY"
PLAYING]

* Look at us baby
Up all night *

* Tearing our love apart *

* Aren't we
The same two people *

* Who live through years
In the dark? *

* Ahh... *

* Every time
I try to walk away *

* Something makes me
Turn around and stay *

* And I can't tell you why *

* When we get crazy
It just ain't right *

* Try to keep you head
Little girl *

* Girl, I get lonely too *

* You don't have to worry
Just hold on tight *

* Don't get caught
In your little world *

* 'Cause I love you *

* Nothing's wrong
As far as I can see *

* We make it harder
Than it has to be *

* And I can't tell you why *

* No, baby
I can't tell you why *

* I can't tell you why *

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