All language subtitles for Adultery Technique (1995)

You forgot to turn off
the alarm this morning.

I'm sorry. Couldn't sleep,
been up since 4:30.

Does that mean no one else
is supposed to either?

Ah!

I said I'm sorry.

I don't know, maybe you could
be a little more forthcoming

in your apology.

No time.

Where were you last night?

Finishing the Atlanta proposal
till one o'clock in the morning.

Well I guess
that's our problem, isn't it?

You work.

And you don't think I do.

Potassium, sunshine.
Oh, don't feed her.

Come on, there. Chop, chop.
Daddy hates to wait.

I got it.

Oh, my God,

-Mom, my basketball clothes.
-Oh no! Who was supposed

to wash them?

I'm dead, I'm more than dead.

You can come right back to life.

Good morning, my lovelies.
Gotta go.

Daddy, you're supposed
to drive me today.

Not today, pumpkin.
Cunningham just called,

screaming. I gotta go.

Paul, it's your morning.

She is in her pajamas,
I'm late already.

Livy, get dressed.

Come on, Paul, it takes you
three minutes,

you go right by.

Add 20 minutes to get out
of that street they call

- a drop off zone.
- I've got my meeting

with Mr. Draper this morning.

- Mom.
- I know,

what can I do? Besides you got
time to make it.

- Mom?
- Typical.

What is it, Livy?

Last night, when you
were at the PTA,

a woman phoned and said
that you're meeting with, uh...

- Mr. Draper.
- Yeah, well...

it's at 9:30, not ten.

Oh, Livy.

- Now you tell me.
- Sorry, I forgot.

Oh, great. That's great.

I said I was sorry.

Hello. Livy, chop, chop.

- Rachel Lindsey?
- Yes, this is Rachel Lindsey.

-Of the riding school?
-Yes, of Therapeutic Riding.

-That's right.
-Michael Harvott.

Oh, Mr. Harvott, yes.
I've got your messages I--

I just, uh, haven't had time
to return them.

Well, I know
your program's full...

-It's Blaine, see ya.
-...I need you to make

-an exception.
-No, I wish I could accept

every child but we just
don't have the resources.

-Well, I want you to know...
-Uh-huh.

...money's no object.

That sounds very much
like a bribe.

I-- I-- didn't mean it
that way.

No, I'm sure you didn't.

It's just, you're the only game in town.

Well there's nothing
that I can do about it.

-But you don't understand.
-Goodbye, Mr. Harvott.

I'm hanging up.

And then, Mrs. Marco said

right in front
of the whole class,

"Oh, Marie Lindsey.
That's a very original idea.

Stonehenge."

What do you think, Mom?
Is it original?

It's very interesting,
sweetheart.

I need to build it

so you're looking at it
from the air.

Way up, you know,
so the stones are really little.

Otherwise it'd be too heavy
for me to carry.

Don't you think?

Mom?

You mean you're gonna do
like an aerial view,

like from an airplane?

Or you could do it
as if it were from a UFO.

Some people think Stonehenge
was built by extra-terrestrials.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Cool!

- Oh!
- What are you doing?

Duh!

This is just too stupid!

We're so close and we're so far!

That's the story of my life,
sweetheart.

We'll probably never know
what causes the bond

between an autistic child
and a horse.

But we've proven scientifically
that it does happen.

And you need?

Well, I have one
specially trained horse,

I need three.

I have one licensed
physical therapist on my staff

I need one paired
and trained with each horse.

We take care
of 12 kids a week

and there are so many more
on the waiting list.

We've been able to maintain
with our own funds so far,

but it's becoming
increasingly difficult.

Mrs. Lindsey, I can, uh,
appreciate your efforts here.

Seems like you have done
some wonderful work.

- Thank you.
- But I can tell you

that your kind of charitable
project doesn't fall

under the parameters of the kind
of project we support.

I'm very sorry.

Well, thanks for your time.

Great, thanks a lot.

- Hi, Howard.
- Oh, good morning, Mrs. Lindsey.

I don't know why you bother
to give me ticket.

-My purse eats it.
-Oh, never mind.

-Okay, I've come for Paul's...
-Harris tweed jacket.

-Right.
-He needs it

- for a business meeting.
- How'd you know?

Ah, he mentioned it when
he picked it up this morning.

He picked it up this morning?

He called it his lucky jacket.

He didn't wanna take any chance
of not having it.

-Thanks a lot, Howard.
-Mm-hmm.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- I'm sorry, I'm late.
- Oh.

Thanks for taking over
for me.

No, no. No problem.

Sandy is helping out
and we're just finishing up.

-Good.
-Ashley and I are doing

-just fine.
-Yeah.

You look good, Ashley.
You look really good.

I'm glad to see that.

You don't need me anymore,
do you?

It's a sad day.

- Yeah?
- Hi, Paul Lindsey,

-please, it's his wife.
-Uh, okay.

Uh, Mr. Lindsey... phone.

Yeah, whoever it is, I can't--
I can't talk to 'em right now.

Uh, it's your wife.

I'm sorry,
it'll just take a moment.

Yeah?

So, what is this, Paul?

You didn't have time to take
your daughter to school,

but you had time to pick up
your dry cleaning?

This is not a good time.

-No, it's never a good time.
-I'm sorry, I'm at work.

I can't discuss this right now.

I'm at work too, talk to me.

I've gotta go.

Oh, Paul.

I'm hanging up now, Rachel.

I'm sorry about that.

Ooh!

That only worked
for John Wayne.

- Hi!
- Hi.

Uh... So can I help you?

That's the question of the day,
isn't it?

Why don't you both sit down?

Steven...

Steven, sit down.

Sit down, son.

Oh, I see you've got
a first aid kit.

That hand needs some antiseptic
and a bandage.

No, it's-- it's really okay,
Mr...

Michael Harvott.
That's my son Steven,

-we spoke on the phone.
-Yeah,

you're the one who
called my house this morning.

Why don't you lay your hand
on the desk

-and let's see what we've got.
-If I remember correctly,

I told you I don't have room
in my class.

But you don't take no
for an answer.

Come on, it's probably bleeding
into your lap by now.

Aren't you gonna ask me
why I did something so stupid?

-Any of my business?
-No.

Guess I'll just have to die
of curiosity.

So you thought
you could waltz in here

with your handsome son
and charm me,

and I'd have to take him on?

My wife left.

And she turned Steven
over to me.

It's getting very difficult.

Mrs. Lindsey, I'm just playing
out of options.

I see.

Uh-oh.

-Steven! Steven! Wait!
-It's okay, he can't go far.

Ah!

-He likes animals.
-Yeah.

I don't make a nuisance
of myself

unless
there's a very good reason.

Yeah, he is a good reason!

Does that mean
you'll work with him?

I don't know, I'll try.

I will have to juggle
my schedule.

-I will if I can.
-Thank you.

You're welcome.

You comfortable?

You look real good out there.

Steven, you look good.

Would you sit up straight
for me?

Steven, when you sit up
straight for me,

you look like such a horseman.

You're looking good.

Looking real good.

Her mother's name's Snowflake.

She used to take kids
for a ride.

She got too old, so now
Miss Juno is taking over.

You like her, Steven?

She's a good horse.

Next time you come,
you can give her a carrot,

how would that be?

She's a sloppy eater.

Come on, son.

- Steven.
- More.

He said "more."

- Okay.
- Okay.

Tom, let's take another
spin around.

He understands
what you say, you know.

Maybe. Sometimes.

My wife was better with him
than I am.

They had kind
of non-verbal communication.

Yeah.
Sometimes that's the best kind.

How the hell do you know
what's going on

if nobody is talking about it?

You listen with your heart.

Steven and I will be back.
You'll be here for us?

Yes.

- Ain't I the lucky guy?
- Oh, go.

Go.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

See you tomorrow.

Hi, Maggie.

Okay, girls, upstairs,
take your coats off.

You can come down help me
with dinner, okay?

- I have homework.
- Me too.

- You do not.
- Okay, Maggie, come on.

We do, too.

Okay, girls, that's enough,
come on down.

I'll get it.
It's probably Blaine.

Yeah, you wish.

Yeah? I'll tell her.

- Was it Blaine?
- It was Daddy.

He said not to wait for him,
he's running late.

-He's always running late.
-Yeah. He's never here.

Well, you know,
he works very hard.

I'm sure he's got a good reason.

-You always say that.
-Well, it's true.

I tell you what,
since it's just us girls,

why don't I throw
some burgers on,

we'll eat in the living room,

-and you can choose the video.
-Cool.

-Yeah.
-Red meat, Mom?

That's a heart attack on a bun.

Sylvie, I'll make you
a veggie burger.

Well, can we make French fries?

-Yeah, if you peel the potatoes.
-Okay, deal.

Yeah? You're kidding me.

Oh, no, it's just my dad.

I can't believe that.

I didn't even know
she liked him.

Oh, yeah!

Um. No, no. It's no big deal.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Why isn't Sylvie
doing the dishes?

-Blaine called.
-So what? It's her job.

Then you talk to her.

Okay, what's the problem?
Are you angry because I'm late,

-is that it?
-You hung up on me today.

-I was at work, damn it!
-Is that the only thing

-that matters to you?
-You wanna eat?

You want Livy to continue
going to that private school

she loves? You want Sylvie
to go to college?

You wanna be able to pay
your stable bill,

your vet fee,

your farrier bill,
whatever the hell that is?

I want a husband
who doesn't discount me.

I can't deal with this
right now.

When would be a good time,
Paul?

Should I call your secretary
and make an appointment?

I'm sorry.

I couldn't take Livy to school.

I couldn't risk it.
You know how I get

-when I'm running late.
-You're always running late.

It seems to be happening
a lot lately.

- We had a deal, Paul.
- I know.

I was late for my meeting
with Mr. Draper.

Oh, right, Draper.

-Mm-hmm.
-What happened?

-Oh, nothing. It's, uh--
-What do you mean "nothing?"

I mean nothing.
How'd your dinner go?

You first.

Okay. He said no.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I think maybe we're not quite
high-profile enough for him.

I think he wants somebody
who would generate

a little more publicity.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, your turn.
How'd dinner go?

Oh, Rae...

It was great.

These builders from Atlanta
want six

multi-level malls,
right across the sunbelt.

I thought we were talking
about one.

-They like my ideas.
-That's great.

To be honest,
they loved my ideas.

When I get this job,
there won't be

a major commercial project
in this country

I won't be up for.

- So you won't be so obsessed?
- I'm obsessed

because I'm 47 years old
and I've hustled

from job to job
for the last 25 years.

If I don't get this job,
if I don't take

a step up to the next level,
I'm gonna be drawing

by the numbers
for some low-rent idiot,

who thinks taste is neon lights
on everything.

It's just a job.

It's not "just a job."

It's our life.

It's your life.

I do something different
with my life.

Right, your horses.

Well, I was talking about
the kids, but let's talk

about the horses.

They may not be as grandiose
as putting up

an office building.

But you know
what happened today?

An autistic kid told his dad
what he wanted.

He responded.

He made a choice.

And how much
did this father pay

for this moment of glory, huh?
Twenty-five dollars

for a half hour lesson.

That's not the freaking point.

All right, Steven,
put your hand on the saddle.

Keep your hand there,
and then put your foot in...

Steven, put your hand
on the back of the saddle.

Attaboy.

Put your foot-- Steven.

Put your hand on the back
of the saddle.

He's gonna resist anything new
'cause it's scary.

But don't let
that discourage him.

Okay, Steven.

Hand on the saddle. And...

Lot of belly noise
this morning.

Hey, big girl.

Okay.

-Is she acting funny?
-Uh, yeah, kind of.

All right.
Well, I tell you what.

Is she off her feed?

-Nope.
-Well...

-we'll just watch her today.
-Okay.

Steven coming?

Yeah.

He's getting to be a favorite,
isn't he?

Yeah.

Hi, Steven.

Good.

It's good to see you.

All right, let's go. Up you go.

Attaboy! Hand me brush. Thanks.

Okay. Up.

Good job.

Oh, yeah.
I'll give you the brush.

So, we've been
telling him over and over again,

"Steven, put your foot
in the stirrup,

put your foot in the stirrup."

Today, he ran up to me,
grabbed me around the waist,

he marched right up
those stairs,

and I put his foot
right in the stirrup.

- Awesome, Mom.
- Thank you very much.

- Who wants a brownie?
- Me.

Honestly, Mom. Pure fat.

Pure fat. Mmm!

Oh, I'll get it.

I know it's Blaine.
I can tell his ring.

Yeah, right.

Hello.

I'm home.

We're in the dining room.

Just a minute.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Bell Road South...

Mm-hmm, to Steel.
Right, okay. Four miles...

south on Steel...

To the dirt turn-off.
Okay, I've got it.

Oh, no, no, no.
Please don't apologize.

No, really.

All right. I'll be there
as soon as I can. Bye-bye.

Who's that?

Steven Harvott's father.

Steven's gone into a rage.
He's torn the house up.

His father can't calm him down
and he's desperate.

Why didn't he call
the pediatrician?

Well, he did. But someone else
is on call

who's never even met Steven.

I don't think
he's seen an autistic child.

What good would he be?

Well, you're not a doctor,
what good could you be?

If you'd watch me work...
for 20 minutes...

you'd know.

- Hi.
- Hi. I'm sorry, he fell asleep.

I should have never called you.
But he was so angry,

-I was afraid he'd hurt himself.
-It's all right.

May I see him?

Sure. He's upstairs.

Oh, it's this way.

He really trashed
the place before falling asleep.

Looks peaceful now.

Oh, what a mess!

No, please. This isn't your mess
to clean up.

Least I can do
is offer you some coffee.

Great.

Whoa!

He's had tantrums
like this before,

but my wife was always here
and she could calm him.

Thank you.

I used to, uh, lock myself
in my office.

When Steven started and...
maybe that's why she left.

How long has she been gone?

Six months.

Any chance she'll come back?

I don't know where she is.

She sends Steven post cards
with pictures of animals.

- Animals, he likes...
- He likes 'em, I--

Yeah, I was talking about him
to my family when you called.

When you got married,
did you have any doubts?

Did you ask yourself
is this the right thing?

Nope, never had a doubt.

We've known each other
since we were little kids

and we went
to kindergarten together.

Our parents were friends.
So they...

pushed us together all the time.
We hated each other.

Then when we got to high school,

our hormones would've kicked in
and the rest is history.

Part of me knew it wasn't right
to marry Yvonne.

And when Steven was born,
I understood he was

my penance for lacking
the courage to say no.

Oh, that's a terrible thing
to say.

I know it is.

But that's how I feel sometimes.

It's painful.

Seeing him trying so hard
to manage

what would be second nature
to an average child.

Holding a hand, patting a horse.

Tying a shoe.

It hurts... not to be able
to ever hug him.

To hold him.

I miss that.

But he is my son.

And I love him.

It's just very difficult
sometimes.

I'm sorry.

I have no right to judge you.

No.

You're honest.

And kind. And understanding.

-I have to go.
-Okay.

Goodnight.

Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing up so late?

Mm. Studying.

Got a history exam.

Next week.

Mainly, I just couldn't sleep.

Blaine Barrinson?

Oh, Mom, something happens
to me when I'm near him.

I feel like I'm gonna jump
out of my skin or something.

Do you know what I mean?

I think I do.

It's like
your heart's so full...

and don't want anything
to ever change.

I just wish it could stay
that way forever.

Wow. That's exactly it.

You still feel the same way
about Dad?

Sure.

We both ought to get to bed.

Come on, come on.

You to your romantic dreams
and me to mine.

Oh, come on.

You're getting taller than me.

Mm.

-Hi.
-Mm.

-How's the kid?
-He's okay.

Do you remember
when we were Sylvie's age?

Couldn't think of anything
except each other?

Couldn't wait till we could
hold each other again?

Now we have unlimited excess.

You ready over here?
We're going out.

Someone we know die?

Must be, you look like
something's wrong.

No, I'm fine.
Um...

But, you know,
I really don't feel well.

Think you could take my classes
this morning?

Uh, yeah, you-- you know
that Steven's coming in?

Yeah, I know.

Just can't stay.

Daddy and I drove past
Paul's new building

on the way over here.

I know it's not his fault.

Melvin Cunningham's
a first-class idiot.

But it's really awful, isn't it?

I don't know, I haven't seen it.

-You haven't?
-Mm-hmm.

You always take
such an interest in Paul's work.

I've been busy, too.

You and Paul having
a rough patch?

No!

Well, Rachel,
I don't see your usual

two dozen marshmallow treats.

She spends all her time helping
handicap kids.

She's too damn busy
to ice cupcakes.

Every third Saturday, Rachel.
Been that way for years.

Cora, I'll have that one
over there.

-No, no, no. That one, the cake.
-You baked that cake.

I know that.

It's a tunnel of fudge.

Your father griped
the whole time

I was fixing it,
because it wasn't for him.

Now he can gripe because
he's paying for it twice.

- You can keep that.
- But, Olive,

this is a 50-dollar bill.

Well, if I don't take care
of my granddaughter's team

who will?

Thanks.

Stupid cow. Marshmallow treats,

-my fine fat.
-Mom, stop it!

Rachel, your father's gonna kill
me when he finds out

what I paid for this cake.

-Come on, Livy!
-Livy, stop her!

Come on!

- Go!
- That's my girl!

Come on!

- All right, Livy, let's go!
- Livy!

You get that, Livy!

I suppose you paid three times

what this full thing's worth,
Olly.

Stop your complaining,
Del Truman.

-We're here to support, Livy.
-Oh, she's doing fine.

Yeah, she certainly is.
Come on, honey!

That's my girl. Come on!

Not sure
if Paul's gonna make it.

Stop worrying, he'll be here.

Maybe. Liv will be awfully
disappointed if he's not.

Uh, Sylvie tells me you've
taken on a new kid.

Yeah, I have.
His family just split up.

And, uh, the mother left.
His father doesn't know

-how to handle him.
-Oh, Michael Harvott?

How'd you know?

Everybody knows.
It's common knowledge.

She just couldn't take it
anymore is what people say.

Maybe she just couldn't take
her husband anymore.

Ever think of that?

Livy! Go!
All right, shoot, shoot.

Come on!

So what's he like,
this Mr. Harvott?

Oh, I hardly know him.

Come on, Livy.

Look-- Look who's here.

I'm sorry I'm late.
I was just leaving the office.

I got a long-distance call.
Way to go, Livy!

Pass it, pass it.

Hey, Livy! Hi, baby!

Come on, Livy.

Tell the girls I'm gonna be
a minute and make lunch.

I'm gonna feed Snowflake.

How long are you gonna be? I got
an afternoon's load of work

-staring at me.
-Can you spare me

for five minutes?
Five minutes, okay?

I just asked.

Rachel?

Look, I really do have
a load of work waiting for me.

I'll just pick up some take-out
on the way to the office.

Okay, fine.

Fine, uh,
I'll see you later then.

Mm-hmm

Oh, uh, by the way,
you haven't forgotten about

the dinner this week?

-Dinner?
-With the Atlanta Builders

and their wives.
I told you about it last week.

-It's very important, Rachel.
-Yeah, it's okay.

I've got it in my book.

Better be an emergency, Tom.

It is to me.

I guess the flowers didn't work.

You didn't show up
for Steven's lesson

-the other day.
-Oh, didn't Tom tell you?

I wasn't feeling well.

You really didn't have
to send flowers.

They're an, uh,
apology, of sorts.

The Harvott men
have a lot to apologize for.

Well, okay.
Steven's automatically forgiven.

And his father?

It's a lot trickier.

Rachel?
Miss Juno's really sick.

Whoa, whoa, big girl.
Whoa, girl, whoa. Come here.

- Come here.
- Could be colic.

Yeah.

Tom, call the vet.
Tell him to get here fast.

-Okay.
-I'm gonna call Paul.

Whoa, whoa, big girl.

I'll keep an eye on her.

Not gonna be able
to make it, Paul.

No, I know this dinner
is really important to you.

But she's sick and I'm worried.
I can't leave her.

I'll make the next one.

Uh, well,
and you don't understand.

Yeah, that's a--
that's a surprise.

Miss Juno's down.
I can't get her up.

It can be sudden.

Whoa. Easy, easy.

- Easy, girl.
- Oh, girl.

Oh, girl.

Oh, girl.

Oh, girl.

She's going fast, Michael.

What can we do?

When their intestines twist like
that, there's no help for it.

Easy.

Whoa, big girl.

Whoa, big girl.

Whoa, big girl.

Not a damn thing
you could've done, Rachel.

You're right.

You want me
to dispose of her for you?

No, I'll take care of her.

You can't bury her
on your property.

Now, Rachel, you know that.

She's been my horse
ever since she was born.

I'm not gonna let
a stranger come and...

There's a city ordinance
and as of that I have--

There's no
city ordinance on my land.

We'll bury her there.

Thank you. Thank you.

Last time I buried a horse,
his name was Black Jack.

I cried for a solid week.

Of course,
I was eight and a half.

But still...

I understand how you feel.

Thank you.

It's cold out here.
Want to go inside?

When will Steven be home?

Tomorrow. He's sleeping over
at his grandparents.

And they're taking him to buy
a puppy.

So, he'll have a best friend,
they say.

Oh, what a good idea.

When I was a kid...

my best friend
was a Poland China sow,

named Princess Margaret Rose.

Was that before
or after Black Jack?

After.

She was smarter than any three
dogs and mean as a hornet.

Used to charge my old man
at the drop of a hat.

Of course I trained her

to do that.

But he didn't catch on
for years.

When he finally did, well...

we had the best ham hocks

and smoked bacon
you ever tasted.

See there's...

always more than one way to look
at a situation.

I saw a best friend.

And my old man
saw pork chops.

Do you really believe
there's more than one right way

to look at a situation?

-Sure.
-Hmm.

Is your way my way?

Guy in the corner has got
an opinion too.

So how do you know
who to listen to?

Didn't someone once say,
"Listen with your heart...

and you'll know?"

Listen.

I think I hear you.

I wanna stay with you tonight.

-What are you looking for?
-My sock.

-Can't find my other sock.
-It's under your knee.

Oh.

Feel pretty stupid.

Are you okay?

No.

No, I'm really not okay.

I've been married 17 years
to the same man.

I've never had an affair.
I've always been proud of that.

Can't say that anymore.

I don't know.

I don't think
I'm handling this very well.

I'm sorry.

-I can't help it.
-People fall in love.

They have affairs.

Affairs are for single women
on singles' weekends.

Married women...
commit adultery.

Look...

I understand
what you're going through.

Please tell me what I can do
to make it better.

Nothing.

It's really late. I have to go.

I hate for you to leave
like this.

-Well, I have to.
-Why don't you let me

-drive you home?
-Oh, I don't think so.

Well, at least let me follow you
in my car.

So I can see that you arrived

-all right.
-No, no. I'll be fine.

I need the space.

-I'll call you.
-Let me call you.

Bye.

Goodnight.

Do you have any idea
what time it is?

Yeah, I'm sorry when I called
you, I had no idea

I'd be this late.
I've kind of taken up

your whole night, haven't I?

Honey, it's not about me.
When I saw it was getting late,

I called Daddy and let him know
I'd stay on till morning.

But it's past 11:00.

Where in the world
have you been?

-Just been... driving around.
-All night?

I needed to be alone.

Well I can understand that
but I worry about you

driving around alone
at this time of night.

Well, I'm home now.
No damage done.

I'm gonna check the girls.

Honey,
do you wanna talk?

I can make us a cup--
Hell, I'll pour us each

a shot of whiskey.

Thanks for filling in for me.
You gotta get to sleep.

Is Paul awake?

He's not home yet.

Oh. Goodnight.

Mom, where have you been?

Are you okay?

Yeah.
I just took a drive.

Mom, I'm sorry about Miss Juno.

I even sorrier
that none of us were there

-when it happened.
-Thank you, sweetheart.

Means a lot to me.

Why are you up so late?

Just watching the driveway.

I didn't wanna go to sleep
till I knew you were all right.

Now you know why Dad and I
are up when you come home late

from a party.

Dad should've cancelled
his dinner when he heard

about Miss Juno.

-His work's important.
-But you needed him.

And he should've come home.

Dad blew it.

Oh, sweetheart,
you know it--

It all evens out.

Your dad and I have been married
a long time.

Sometimes I blow it,
sometimes he blows it.

Gotta just hang in there
and ride it out.

Seems to me like you do
most of the riding it out.

Aww.

-Are you sleepy?
-Mm-hm.

Get back in bed.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Rachel?

-You okay?
-What time is it, Paul?

-It's late, I know.
-And you're just now

getting home.

Yes, but I come bearing gifts.

-What's that?
-Champagne.

We're gonna have a toast
to the architect of choice

to the five richest men
in Georgia. Your husband.

We closed the deal.
Signed, sealed and delivered.

-That's great, Paul.
-Well then how about

a little more enthusiasm.
I did good, honey.

Things are gonna be easier now.

Come on, let's go celebrate.

I can't

Come on. It's the biggest night
of my life.

-What's the matter with you?
-Miss Juno died today.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.

Would it have mattered
if you did?

I mean really the work
that I do, you think it's stupid

-and meaningless--
-That's not fair. I never...

-...and inconsequential.
-...said anything like that.

Why are you doing this?

I didn't say any
of those things.

All I ever try to do
is make it easier

-so you don't have to work.
-I love my work.

Even though you may find it
inconvenient.

But I guess I could've been
with you tonight

if it hadn't been
for the horses, right?

Well, no matter what I say
it's wrong.

I signed the biggest deal
of my life tonight

and you're mad at me.
I don't get it.

What do you want, Rachel?
What the hell do you want?

I don't know.
I don't know what I want.

I don't know
what I want anymore.

...as practiced
by the people of Stonehenge.

Thanks, Mom. I really like your
hair like that. It's pretty.

Thank you, sunshine.

Thought I'd try something
different for a change.

- Daddy, can I show you?
- Mm-hmm.

This is Stonehenge
in the winter.

I'd like to do it like this.
But snow's tough.

Maybe I can use
that Christmas stuff.

You know, the kind that Mom
puts on the ceramic village,

the powdered sugar.

But maybe it'd just blow away.
What do you think?

Mom, do we have any
powdered sugar?

You know, in case I use
Stonehenge in the winter.

I think we do. Tell you what,
we'll make a date.

You and me and Stonehenge
and powdered sugar tonight.

Daddy, don't you think
I can do this?

I mean, if Mom helps me.

What are you rattling on about
Livy?

Like she hasn't been driving us
all nuts talking about it.

Yes?

Her project
for the history fair.

Stonehenge. Temple of the gods.

-Oh, that.
-Duh.

Sylvie, don't talk that way
to your father.

Fine. I don't have
to be here then.

What did I do?

Sylvie thinks you acted like
a jerk when Miss Juno died.

-Because?
-Because you didn't come home

to be with us.

Livy, at the time I didn't know

Miss Juno was gonna die.
Nobody did.

Besides, isn't there a statute
of limitations on guilt?

Huh?

Sweetheart, I was at work.

That's not something I can leave
at the drop of a hat.

But this was special.

Hello.

I know
I shouldn't call you at home.

But you never called, and I left
three messages at the office.

-Are-- Are you angry?
-No, I, um--

It's not a good time.

-I need to see you again.
-Really, it's impossible.

I've gotta help Livy
with a project tonight.

Who is it?

Cora Bach.

She wants to call
an emergency meeting

with the basketball committee
tonight.

Then go ahead, I'm just gonna be
working at home tonight anyway.

Are you?

Yeah, I'll help Livy,
it won't take long.

Maybe it'll help me
get off the hook with her.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

Well then, I can make it.
Mm-hmm.

Where's the meeting?

Right, thanks.
I'll see you tonight.

- Hi.
- I was afraid

-you wouldn't show up.
-No, I was afraid

someone would see the car.

This is strange.

I missed you.

You know I fell in love with you
the first time I met you.

Really?

You smashed your fist
into that cabinet.

I said,

"Now there's
a passionate woman."

-And I was right.
-Yeah.

Rachel...

I need to ask you something.

What?

Do you still love your husband?

Oh, please, Michael.
Don't ask that.

Please, let us just have
our time together.

Please don't spoil the magic.

There you go, Tracey.

Here I can make some--

You're embarrassing me.

There you are.

- Banana split!
- Hot fudge!

Mmm.

- There you go.
- I guess that's mine. Thank you.

Welcome.

Oh, Livy, look at that fool
out there in the Bermuda shorts.

Daddy!

Oh, my God, Sylvie.

Blaine "The Hunk" Barrinson.

Dad, it's not funny.

Dad, look who's here.

Grandma, Grandpa, over here.

Very good, Livy.
But I'm not falling for it.

Nice try, girls.

Ice cream
at this ungodly hour?

It's a good thing the apple
doesn't fall too far

from the tree.

Uh, the usual, honey,

and don't go shy
on the whipper cream.

Your Grandma and I are all cozy
on the couch, got her feet up,

cuddling under our Afghan,
watching TV...

and wouldn't you know, somebody
decides she has to have

a hot fudge sundae.

Stage fright.

I always get it when I have
to sing in the choir.

Well, it's a medical fact
that hot fudge sauce

cures stage fright.

Really, Grandma?

Duh.

Now, Sylvie,
it's always worked for me.

That's my excuse for gobbling up
ice cream. What's yours?

Mom was supposed to help me
build Stonehenge

for school tonight. But she had
to go to some meeting.

So, Dad said he'd help me
and now we're celebrating

-because we're done.
-What meeting was it?

Oh, basketball league
reorganization or something.

Cora Bach called her.

I don't like that woman.

Never did.

Hello.

Paul?

Girls?

Where's Mom?
She's gotta see this.

She is probably in bed
because it's late.

Livy Marie, you gotta get
to bed. Come on. Let's go.

Oh, and Dad...

thanks for all the help.

And don't tell Mommy you did
a better job than her.

Deal. Now get up to bed.
I'll be up to tuck you in.

What?

Think things are weird
around here lately?

In what way?

I don't know.

Just a feeling, I guess.

Are you still in love with Mom?

Oh, Sylvie. How can you ask
that question?

I guess 'cause I don't even
think of the two of you

together that much.

Like tonight.
There was only one of you.

It used to be just Mom.
But now lately...

I don't know.

I guess it's adult stuff.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Night, Dad.
- Goodnight.

Oh, I've always said you look
gorgeous in wet hair.

No, you've always said
Catherine Deneuve looks

-gorgeous in wet hair.
-No, no, no.

That was my evil twin Skippy.
He's always making

those sorts of errors
of judgment.

I'm always called to account
for his lapses.

It sounds schizophrenic to me.
I'll have to keep an eye on you.

How about that Stonehenge
we did, huh?

That was good.

It's better
than I could've done.

That's what Livy said
but she didn't want you to know

in case it hurt your feelings.

Our daughters,
they're good kids.

Rachel?

You know, I love you. Don't you?

I don't say it often enough
but you know it. Don't you?

Paul, sometimes I think
you don't even like me.

You gotta be kidding.

Of course I like you.

I can't imagine life
without you.

I can't do this tonight, Paul.
I'm too tired.

You don't have to do anything.
I just wanted you to know

how I feel.

Just a simple statement,
not a fight.

You know, after we finished
Stonehenge...

I took the girls

to the ice cream parlor.
You know, to celebrate.

Your Mom and Dad came in.

I just sat at the table and...

watched them all.

Well, listened, really.

And I was just so...

grateful to be part
of this family.

I feel like I'm losing you, Rae.

Is it my fault?

Talk to me.

Mom. Mommy.

Mommy, there's something outside
my window.

-Aw. Aw, sunshine.
-It's trying to get in.

Livy, it's just the trees
on the window.

Please Mommy, it's scaring me.

I'll put her back to bed.

Stay with me
till I fall asleep?

I sure will.

I'll wait up for you, Rae.

We may be a little while.

Why didn't you come back
to bed last night?

Must have fallen asleep.
Took me a while to get Livy

-calmed down.
-How convenient.

Meaning?

Meaning we didn't get to finish
our discussion.

Meaning we didn't even have
to broach the subject

-of making love.
-Don't push me, Paul.

-It's not gonna work.
-What am I supposed to do?

Stand back and not say a word?

Is that where we've gotten
to now?

Girls, come on. You don't wanna
be late for church.

-Grandma's singing.
-Answer me, Rae.

Not now.

All right. Let's go.
Come on. Oh, Maggie stays here.

-Come on, Livy, let's go.
-Come on, Livy, let's go.

What did I do?

Maggie. Ma--

- Sylvie, grab Maggie.
- Get in the car.

Margaret, good to see you.

- Hi Jim.
- How are you?

Rachel, how nice you look.

Are you wearing your hair
a new way?

-Yeah, you are.
-No, just got it down,

- sweetheart.
- Morning, Olive.

Hello, Cora. What have you
been up to lately?

All sorts of political intrigue

I've heard.

Word has it, Cora's planning
to rewrite

the basketball league charter,
naming herself president,

delightful.

What?

Clandestine meeting,
secret troop movements,

all the ear-markings
of your standard coup.

Paul Lindsey,
what are you talking?

You know how he is,
come on.

We'll talk later, Cora.

Cora, come the revolution,
don't forget your old friends.

Talk to you later, Cora.

I don't think she thinks
you're funny, Paul.

What the hell was all
that about?

Cora and Rachel are plotting
the end of junior varsity

-as we know it.
-Really? Does Cora know?

- Mom, does Cora know anything.
- No.

♪ All creatures great
And small ♪

♪ All things wise
And wonderful ♪

♪ The Lord God made them all

♪ The purple-headed mountain

♪ The river running by

♪ The sunset and the morning

♪ That brightens up the sky

♪ All things bright
and beautiful ♪

♪ All creatures great
And small ♪

♪ All things wise
And wonderful ♪

♪ The Lord God made them all

♪ The cold wind
In the winter ♪

♪ The pleasant summer sun

♪ The ripe fruits
In the garden ♪

♪ He made them
Every one ♪

♪ All things bright
And beautiful ♪

♪ All creatures
Great and small ♪

♪ All things wise
And wonderful ♪

♪ The Lord God made them all

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Walk with your old dad,

Sylvie, make me feel
like a young man again.

-Dad, you're so corny.
-What's the matter?

Funny, I was just about to ask
you the same thing.

Are you gonna tell me about
Cora Bach?

Or should I ask her myself
what she was doing the night

that you were too busy to help
Livy with her history project?

Mom, I don't have to account
for every single minute

I'm not with my family.

This is your mother
you're talking to.

That kind of tactical offense
won't work with me.

It's that man, isn't it?

-That Michael Harvott?
-His son's one of my students.

I know who he is. I'm asking you
to tell me what he is to you.

And I'm asking you
to please leave it alone.

I'm a big girl.
I can take care of myself.

I don't think so, Rachel.

I think you need help.

And as your mother, I'm always
available for that role.

Paul, what a nice surprise!

You left your gloves in the car
last week. I promised Rachel

I'd drop 'em off on my way home
from work.

Thank you. That's sweet.

But you shouldn't have gone
to all the trouble.

-Come on in.
-Well, uh, just for a minute.

Can I get you some coffee
or tea?

Uh, no, thanks, Olive. You know,
I really gotta get going.

Oh, come one. Sit down.
It's Del's poker night.

Oh, yeah. That's-- That's right.

Paul, is everything all right?

I don't know.

Things...

don't seem to be right.

With Rachel?

Like what?

I can't seem to do anything
right. No matter what I do,

no matter what I say,
it starts an argument.

-Have you talked about it?
-I've tried. I've tried.

What do you think it is?

I don't know.

I mean,
there's no question

I wasn't home
a lot for a while, but...

I guess I was a bit obsessed
with the deal, but...

I thought once I got it,
you know,

things would be fantastic
for all of us that...

it would take the pressure off,
that things could...

go back to the way they were.

The way they were when?

When we were a happy family.
When we did things together.

-Had fun.
-How long ago was that, Paul?

Long time ago.

And it seems to me, you've got
some catching up to do.

You both do.

But somebody has to make
a start.

And pray the other
gets the message.

-I've been trying.
-Then try harder, Paul.

Don't get discouraged.

It'll take time.

I want it to work between us.

It's got to.

Thanks...

Mom.

All right, Kenny.

Let's try some stuff today.
All right?

-Okay.
-Can you reach your hands

way up high? That's great.
And can you make 'em in a fist?

Bring 'em down
to your shoulders. Way to go!

Stretch 'em out
and wiggle your fingers.

Way to go.

Just put 'em right down
on your hips. Excellent!

How's school?

Is it good? Good. Good.

-Got a minute, Rae?
-Can it wait?

Yeah, I guess.

It's-- I wanted to go over
that, uh,

presentation
for the Whitlow Foundation.

Now we got
a grant to apply for.

Yeah, I'll come in early
in the morning.

What's going on with you lately?

Nothing, I'm busy.
I have errands to run,

I've gotta pick Livy from early
basketball practice.

-I'm-- I'm just busy.
-All right.

Hi.

What's the matter?

I hate that
we're in a motel room.

I hate that
you're somebody else's.

I wasn't cut out
for this sort of thing.

I'm greedy. I want more.

I want you to be able to come
home with me

I want you beside me every day.

I want to argue with you
about who's turn it is

to wash the dishes.

And know that you'll still
be there

after I'm over being angry.

This is all I can manage now.

I guess for now I just

have to settle for three
and a half hour lunches.

Three?

God, I forgot
to pick Livy up.

-I can't believe I did that.
-When can I see you again?

I don't know,
it's really difficult.

Well, you understand now,
you've got Steven.

I'll call you.

I'm sorry.

Livy!

Livy!

Hi, have you seen Livy Lindsey?

Well, I don't know.
What's she look like?

Oh, she's about this high, long
blonde ponytail, very pretty.

There was a kid here, um,
wearing a red plaid jacket.

Ah! Where did she go?

Um, some old guy
in a red car came

and picked her up.

It's no old guy, that's her dad.

Oh.

You forgot me!

I told you I had an early
basketball practice today

because Coach Lorenzini

had to go to his wife's
birthday party.

And that's why I scheduled
an early practice

-instead of a late one.
-I'm sorry, Livy.

The truck wouldn't start,

the battery's dead.
What was I supposed to do?

The battery's not even
a year old, Rachel.

I thought you were dead

or in an accident somewhere
or something.

I just waited and waited
for you.

Livy... I said I'm sorry.

It's never happened before
and it won't happen again.

I love you.

- Fine.
- Oh, baby.

What's going on, Rachel?

-Nothing! I'm busy that's all.
-With what?

-With-- Why are you grilling me?
-I have to.

You won't talk to me anymore,

you're closed down,
you go into overdrive.

You accused me of all kinds
of transgressions

I don't even know about.
Talk to me, Rachel.

Why bother? Turns into
an argument every time.

Rachel...

I love you, Rachel.

As much today as the first day
we were married.

We're not the same people
that we used to be.

Come in.

Kitchen's empty and waiting.

I can see we've got some serious
tea drinking to do.

It's that
Michael Harvott, isn't it?

Hmm.

Never wanted it.

I never thought
it would happen to me.

Didn't plan it.

So why are you doing it?

I don't know.

He makes me feel...

alive again.

You forget
who you're talking to.

Seventeen-year-old Rachel
once used those very same words

about a 20-year-old
Paul Lindsey.

I know.

But doesn't falling in love
feel the same

no matter how old you are?

Mm. Pretty much.

But, staying in love...

it's a bit harder to do,
isn't it?

Yeah, it's like...

Paul and live these
separate lives

and they run along parallel
to each other.

But they hardly ever touch.

When they do, it's just random
places like Thanksgiving or...

when Livy had her tonsils out.

The passion's gone.

-But who let that happen?
-Paul would say I did.

Then Paul would be wrong,
takes two.

How do you do it?
Why doesn't it seem to be

so hard for you and Daddy?

No!

His name was Jeff Hawkins.

He was every bit as attractive
as your Mr. Harvott.

Did you love him?

I thought I did.

I was lonely.

He wanted me,
he made me feel desirable.

Your father never seemed
to be around.

Oh, he had us to take care of.

He was working double shifts
to pay the bills.

Was that it? You missed him?

I missed what he used to give me

before the busyness of our lives
took over.

I felt so empty.

I thought someone else
would fill the void.

Well, I was as wrong
as I've ever been.

Are you disappointed in me?

No.

No, I'm not.

I'm--

I'm surprised.

- Does Daddy know?
- Oh, no.

I don't think so.

I never thought this would be
something I'd share with anyone.

Especially you.

Thank you. Means a lot.

Rachel, do you love this man?

Yes.

Yeah, I don't know.

I don't know
what that means anymore.

I'm afraid I might lose Paul.

But, I don't know
how to let Michael go.

Paul's trying, Rachel.

But, he doesn't know
that you need more.

Find a way to tell him.

Shouldn't he know by now?
Michael does.

Does he really?

Then it seems to me you've got

some pretty hard choices
to make.

I guess I've really messed
things up, haven't I?

Yeah, you have.

But you can do something
about it.

If your choice is to make
your marriage work,

then the first thing you have
to do is forgive yourself...

and Paul.

How?

Oh, honey, if you don't,

then staying with Paul becomes
some kind of a prison sentence

you've imposed on yourself.

And you deserve better
than that.

So does Paul.

I love you.

Oh, I love you.

If I stay, Paul deserves to know
the truth.

Yeah, but Paul may want to find
his own truth.

If he wants to know, he'll ask.

-Bye.
-Goodbye.

I'm so glad to see you.

I missed you.

I have to talk to you.

Okay.

- What is it?
- Where was I born, Michael?

-I don't know, around here?
-No, Singapore.

My dad was in the army.

Okay.

Do you know how long it took me
to finish college?

- I don't know.
- Seven years.

I went at night, while I put
Paul through grad school.

Did you know I had
two miscarriages

-before I had Sylvie?
-No.

Or that I won second in the
state equestrian trial in 1970--

What difference does that make?

-That was over 20 years ago.
-I know, it just...

It seems important to me now.

It was real.

What are you trying to tell me?

I don't know.

When I called you,
I thought I couldn't breathe

if I couldn't touch you.

Rachel...

this is real...

what we feel
when we're together.

No, it's not.

This isn't real.

It's a beautiful fantasy.

But it isn't real.

When we close the doors,
it's like no one else

exists in the world.

But then someday
we have to open the door.

What about love?

I can't be two people anymore.

I can't be Rachel, who wants
to be with you...

and Rachel...

who fits in the Lindsey family.

But you're not happy there.

Paul doesn't know that.
I've never even told him.

Part of what's the matter
with my marriage is my fault.

You're choosing Paul.

I wanna go back and find out...

what's real and solid
about my life.

I want to...

...give Paul and me
another chance.

Rachel...

You love me.

I still love Paul.

I can't let you go.

Bye.

Higher, higher.

Good shot.

- Up the other side.
- And....

Oh. Come on.

Give me a chance, oh!

- And that's a steal...
- No, no, no, no.

It's my ball.

- Hey, Mom.
- Hi, sunshine.

Sylvie wants Blaine to stay
for dinner. Can he?

- Sure.
- I'll go tell her.

If you give me some
room-- Okay.

- It's going.
- Oh!

Sylvie, Mom says
Blaine can stay.

- Okay.
- All right.

No, no.

Oh, my ball.
Okay, here we go.

You can't even shoot, go, go,
go, get off me.

That used to be us.

Let's go. Okay...

I want you to be as happy
as Sylvie is right now.

How can I help you do that?
Can you tell me?

'Cause I don't know, Rachel.
And I wanna.

I don't know.

It's not that simple anymore.

I came awfully close
to losing.

I won't lose you.

Not to my job, or yours
or anything else.

Anything.

I promise.

I love you, Paul.

I was beginning to think
you weren't gonna come home.

Do you need to know
where I've been--

I know.

Straightening out all the odds
and ends in your life.

You're home.

That's all I need to know.

I'm home.

Uh...