All language subtitles for Life.During.Wartime.2009.Criterion.1080p.BluRay.x264.DTS-SARTRE_ENG

Joy?

Yeah?

You okay?

Uh-huh.

You sure?

Ever since we got here,
you seem a little... upset.

Oh, no, no.

Just a little... déjà vu.

They have a lot of vegetarian options here,
you know.

Oh, I know.

And, uh, I'm happy-

Really. Promise.

Okay.

Well, I, um -

I bought you a little present.

JOY? Joy, what's wrong?

I -

- What? ls - Is it your period?
- No.

I'm so sorry, Allen.

It's okay.

I'm okay.

Here, let me open it now.

It's an original Gainsford reproduction.

Late 1880s.

Oh. Where - Where did you find this?

EBay.

- Oh, Allen. You did this?
- Look at the side.

Isn't that amazing?
I found it just like that.

- [Crying 1
- Antique.

What, you don't like it?

I'm sorry, Allen.
I didn't mean to.

it's nothing.

You sure?

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Happy -

Happy -

Happy anniversary.

Allen. Allen, I really do like it.

I'm sorry. it's just -

You know how you always said
a person should forgive?

Forgive and forget. Yes.

Well, so I thought that
I should try to be more open.

Uh-huh.

- 'Cause I've been really trying, Joy.
- Mm-hmm.

- No more cocaine.
- Uh-uh.

- No more crack.
- Uh-uh.

- No more crack cocaine.
- Uh-uh.

No more hanging around
doing nothing without a job.

Mm-hmm.

No more sarcastic remarks
or physical attacks aimed at my boss.

Uh-huh.

No more helping old gang members
with burglaries and armed robberies.

Uh-huh.

No more getting into fights with strangers,
waking up in the gutter.

Uh-huh.

Oh, Joy. it's been
like a never-ending struggle.

And I keep fighting it,
but it's just this one thing I can't stop.

- I'm trying awful hard -
- Hello.

Are you ready to ord -

Oh, sorry. Do you need some more time?

No, no. We're ready.

- Yeah.
- Um...

I was wondering if you could
please tell us if you have any specials.

Miss?

Say again?

I - I was wondering if you could please
tell us if there's any specials, I mean.

What did you say?

I-I, uh-

I was wondering if -

I know who you are.

I'm-I'm sorry. Do I know -

- Fuckin' pervert!
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

The m?

Miss, he's changed.
He doesn't do that anymore.

We even threw out the phone book.

Really. He's a different person.

His voice is the same. Motherfucker.

Allen?

You don't still -

Just - Just a little.

On Sundays.

“What the heck are you doing?”

Oh!

You know -
You know what I like about you?

What? What?

You're so... normal.

Me?

It feels so good to be with someone
who isn't... weird.

Or screwed up.

Or sicko-pervy.

Oh. So, uh -

- Are your kids off at college?
- I wish.

Mine are all out of the house.
Hell, I'm out of the house.

Kicked out, that is.

Oh. Feeling lonely?

Well -

Divorce isn't easy after 35 years together.

Hell.

I haven't even been with a woman
outside of Marj.

I'm not sure I would, uh -
would know what to do.

Harvey. it's okay.

It's okay.

What you're feeling is normal.

I can't - I can't talk about my sex life.

- I can't talk about mine either.
- There's so much I don't understand.

Sometimes it's better not to understand.

My son, Mark - he's a great kid.

You know, he's a little troubled -
just feels a little paranoid.

But he's - he's really a very sweet kid.

I know. Good heart.

Anyway, so he moved down here.

I wanted to be near him, you know...

help him adjust,
make sure that he doesn't get...

misinterpreted.

So I moved here also.

Oh.

That is so... beautiful.

Ah, he's a beautiful son.

You're a beautiful father.

- And you're -
- Don't say it.

Say it.

Say what?

Nothing.

You look like a tulip.

Trish.

I can't afford to fail, not again.

I hate failure.

More water?

And for you?

You know, I first met Marj
on a blind date.

Bill and I met on a blind date too.

- Harvey.
- Yes?

Have you ever been to Israel?

No. No.

But it's where I want to be buried.

Oh, my God.

Me too. Me too.

Well -

- Um-
- Hey

Oh, my God.

You're so not my type...

but I - I don't know
what's coming over me.

Love, Trish.

Love.

“What Does It Mean to Become a Man?

A Bar Mitzvah Speech,” by Timmy Maplewood.

“According to my brother, Billy,
who's in college...

becoming a man means you're ready
to take on certain responsibilities.

For example, learning to stand up
for yourself and what you believe in...

even if it means everyone will make fun of
you or say what you're doing is wrong...

or just plain hate you...

and put things up on the Internet about you
that are totally untrue.

Even if it means getting beaten up,
your face smashed in...

wedgied raw and hard
or just plain tortured.

Even if it means being kicked out of school
or arrested and put in jail.

My father always believed
in freedom and democracy.

- And if he were alive today -

Hi, Mom.

Hi, hon.

- Chloe in bed?
- Yeah.

But how come you're back so late?
It's after midnight.

Oh, Timmy. Timmy.

What?

I'm in love.

Really? But you just met him.

I know, but -

What's he like?
Is he like Dad was?

Oh, no. He's totally different.

Harvey's, um -

Harvey's a real man.

But Dad was a real man also.

Yes, but -

I don't know how to put this,
but it's like -

He has this power.

What do you mean?

I mean like -

He just touched me...

touched my elbow right here
just like this, and -

- And -
- And what?

I got... wet all over.

Just by touching your elbow?

I know. It sounds so strange,
and it's so hard to explain.

But it's like...

I felt things I never knew
I could feel.

Like What?

Like -

Like a tulip just opening her petals.

You felt like a tulip?

Oh, my God. What is wrong with me?

How can I be
talking about this with you?

What? Hello!

But, Mom, why?

- Why can't you explain?
- Because.

You're still a child.

But I'm almost -

I'm almost a man.

A man.

Are you still wet?

Oh, no. I...

dried myself with a paper towel.

Now come. Let"'s go to bed.

Hello. Who is this, please?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, Joy!

The schmuck! All men are schmucks.

Really, he's not.

We just need a little time apart
to, um, reevaluate.

Wake up and smell the coffee.

He's a perv through and through.

Born a perv. He'll die a perv.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm sorry.

It's just that I know
it's sadness that's brought you here.

And I probably shouldn't say this, but...

I'm so happy you're here.

I've missed you so much.

And you never visit.

And I know - who am I?

But I've been so lonely...

since that prick, your father, left me.

Oh, Mom.

But what about Trish? Doesn't she -

Trish has a life.

She has three kids, a real job.

And your other sister, Helen - I'm sorry.

Now, come, you're gonna have
a whole new outlook on things.

And you're never gonna want
to go back to New Jersey... ever again.

Good evening. Can I help you?

Yes. I'd like to sit down.

And how many are you?

One.

Do you have a reservation?

No.

Let me see what's available then.

Great. Come right this way.

Here now.

A waiter will take care of you
in just a moment.

Would you like
something to drink in the meantime?

No, thank you.

Great.

Um, hi.

And)'-

Can I join you?

Oh, please.

Please sit down.

I've missed you.

Oh, God. Andy.

I've missed you too.

I felt so bad for what I did.

It was my fault.

No.

No, it wasn't. It was mine.

I shouldn't have -

It must have taken... a lot of courage.

I don't know.

I was just so sad.

I don't remember much.

It was so long ago, but I think
I must have done it the right way...

because I wasn't really conscious
of anything happening.

That's good.

The plastic bag was probably key.

Without if -

Oh. That would have been horrible.

Too horrible.

- You could've ended up -
- A vegetable. I know.

I always felt so guilty.

No. No, you shouldn't have.

I -

I guess I just overreacted.

I should have married you.

Really?

You think you would have been
happy with me?

It was a beautiful ashtray
that you gave me.

My name engraved.

Oh, I should have -

I shouldn't have spoken
the way I did.

I should've let you
just keep the ashtray.

That's okay.

Things worked out all right in the end.

L-I mean-

Do you miss life?

I don't know.

I miss -

I miss my room...

my laser disc collection.

I spent so many years -

I'm sorry I said you were shit
and I was champagne.

That's okay. That's okay.

Sometimes the truth -

I think it's made me a better person.

Do you think we could have
another go at it?

Like on a trial basis.

But, Andy, I'm married.

That's okay.

No one has to know.
It would be our secret.

Just you and me, together.

I have so many problems, Andy.

My husband and I -

I don't know what to do. He's -

Oh, and I feel so betrayed.

Sometimes, cheating can help a marriage.

No. No, don't say that.
Cheating is wrong.

Unfair. it's hurtful.

One man for the rest of your life?
It's unnatural.

Oh, but I'm trying to improve things.

Tell me, Joy, please...

after all that's passed,
knowing all you know now...

do you wish you could've
been with me before?

No.

Eat shit, you fucking cunt.

You think you're improving
other people's lives...

saving them or freeing them -
from what?

The fuck do you know
about other people?

What? Idiot!

Why did I kill myself?

I should've killed you!

- Mom!
- Yes, Timmy?

Is Dad really dead?

Why are you asking me this now?

Avi Fleischer told me
he found him on the Internet...

and that he was sent to jail
for raping young boys.

And now everyone at school
is saying that my dad's alive...

and that he's a pedophile.

- Oh, Timmy. Shh, shh. it's okay.
- Then he said he was a faggot.

- Oh, Timmy.
- And then he said that I was a faggot.

- So I -
- Timmy, what did you do?

I didn't do anything.
I just ran away -

crying like a faggot.

Oh, Timmy, listen to me.

You are not a faggot, and your father -

He's alive?

And he's a -

- I don't.

I thought it would be better
for you to think that -

to think that maybe he was in heaven.

- But I could've helped him.
- No, honey.

No one could help him.
He-He was beyond help.

- Where is he now?
- Locked up, up north.

It doen't matter.

- Does Billy know?
- Billy's older.

Billy's in college.

- I hate you.
- Timmy, please.

Please forgive me.

You-You have to understand
that I just wanted to protect you.

I just - I wanted you to grow up
free and happy, as if he were dead.

Fuck you, bitch.

- [Crying 1
- Mommy.

Yes, honey. Are you ready for me
to take you to karaoke class?

I ran out of my Klonopin.
Do you have any I can have first?

Of course, honey.
Just go into my medicine cabinet.

Okay.

Okay.

- Oh, God.
- I can't find it!

Just take half a Wellbutrin.

They're on the bottom right,
next to the Percocet.

[ Girl 1 Okay!

You know what?
Just bring over the whole bottle.

Sweetheart.

Timmy.

I know how you must feel -

like I felt when I found out -

like you were lied to.

And, yes, I did lie.

But I lied to you because I love you...

because I didn't want any harm
to come to you.

But what if I become one though?

I don't wanna be a faggot.

There's this kid in my language arts class,
and he's so gay.

You won't. You won't.

I promise.

I'm sorry I called you “bitch.”

Oh.

It's okay, honey.

Sweet dreams.

Mom.

- Are you okay, honey?
- Yes.

But I need to talk to you.

Uh-huh? Go on.

Well...

what exactly does a man do to a boy
when he's... raping him?

I mean, I know of course exactly
what you would do with a girl and all...

but with a boy, where do things go?

Oh, Timmy. Oh, Timmy, Timmy.

Please tell me.

Really. I need to know.

- I'm almost a man.
- All right.

Well, you know how things
are different between boys and girls?

Yeah.

Well, uh...

they're the same between boys and boys.

Uh-huh.

So, well, it's like -

When Harvey touched me
for the first time on the elbow -

That's all it takes is a touch.

Just a touch can be enough.

You mean, if a man just touches me -

No man should ever touch you.

But what if he does? Or by accident.

You scream.

Avi Fleischer said
that pedophiles are terrorists...

and that they stick their penises
into your... tushy.

Avi Fleischer doesn't know
what he's talking about.

There are other things.

Your father may have been a pedophile,
but he was also a man and a father...

- and some things -
- Oh, Mom.

I don't want anything ever
to go inside of me, not ever.

Oh, Timmy. Timmy, don't worry.

Don't worry. Nothing -
Nothing will ever get inside you!

Not so long as I'm around.

Mind if I join you?

Please.

Forgive me. Please tell me you're straight.

- I am.
- Oh, thank God.

So what are you doing here all alone?

Work.

- You like your work?
- It pays.

Good. Then we don't have
to talk about it.

- Are you alone?
- Married.

Alone. The same thing.

No. Alone is alone.

I'm good at reading people, you know.

What do you read now?

Well, I see a man...

and he's alone, and he's straight.

That's good enough for me.

You are good.

My husband was a fag.

Must have been hard.

Only man I ever loved.

What happened to him?

Stuff.

- Any kids?
- Not anymore.

Just a pack of wolves,
and they're out for blood.

How so?

They've decided I'm the villain.

- I'm a monster.
- Why do they think that?

'Cause I am a monster.

People can't help it...
if they're monsters.

They can't be forgiven either.

Have you asked for forgiveness?

I'm not a fool.

If I were them,
I wouldn't forgive me either.

In my family,
there are only winners and losers.

And only losers ask for forgiveness.

Only losers expect to get it.

The world out there...

it can be harsh.

What the hell do you know
about the world out there...

that I don't already know... twice over?

The enemy's within.

Your room have a view?

No.

Same here.

Who the fuck needs one anyway?

Why do you feel that way?

What are you, a shrink?

I need more than a caress.

How much do you need?

- What?
- It's okay.

I understand.

It was hard work.

I'm old.

There's a stash in the Chanel -
the zippered pocket. Take it all.

What are you looking at?

Don't start pretending like you care...

like I'm not a monster...

like I still have a heart that -

Forgive me.

Fuck off, prick.

What do you want, honey?
Let me just make it simple for her.

She's got some food issues.

Let's just get a mesclun salad, no pepper.
Just very simple.

And I'll have the Salade Niçoise
with the dressing on the side.

- Perfect. it'll be right out.
- Thank you.

Joy, I am so happy to see you.

- I'm so happy to see you too.
- And you know something?

- What?
- You look good.

- Really?
- I mean it.

You put some meat on your bones.

You used to look so peaked all the time.

I thought, “Maybe she's got
some rare blood disease.

But, Trish,” I said, “Leave her alone.
She's old enough.

If she wants to be vegetarian
to prove some point, then, you know” -

But, golly. So you're back
to eating re-d meat?

No.

Wow, even so. God knows how,
but that tofu is workin', girl.

Thanks.

You look good too.

- You know what my secret is?
- What?

I met someone.

Really? Oh, that's great.

- And...
- And?

We're getting married.

- No!
- Yes!

Oh!

The kids haven't met him yet,
so provided they like him -

Oh, Trish.

Billy I'm not worried about,
but Timmy and Chloe...

they're - they're still children.

Oh, I know.

It's a secret. No one knows -
not Helen, not even Mom.

I promise. I won't tell a soul.

But don't you think you're maybe...
rushing things a bit?

I mean, men are -

I don't know. And after Bill.

- Bill was totally different.
- Still.

No. No. The past is the past.

Dead. Gone. Wipe my hands.
Forgotten.

It's got nothing to do
with me and the kids.

- We live in Florida now.
- I'm sorry. Just - Just -

Now, Harvey, on the other hand,
well, he's not very attractive.

He's older.
He's not even that well off.

He's divorced.

Poor thing had a horrible, horrible wife.

But he's Jewish. He's pro-Israel.

He did work for Bush and McCain,
but only because of Israel.

He knows these people are complete idiots
otherwise, so don't worry.

Basically, he's just a plain,
totally family-oriented kind of guy.

- He's a real mensch.
- Oh.

Joy, I need this to work.

Have-Have you -

And was it -

So normal!

- Oh, Trish, I'm so happy for you.
- Me too. Me too.

But you - What about you?
You haven't told me a thing.

Oh. I'm fine. I'm -

- How's Allen?
- Oh, fine. Fine.

Just don't listen to Mom. Really.

Everything's the same - fine.

I just needed to get away for a bit.
A little me time.

What about your work with the ex-cons?
How's that going?

Oh, fine, fine. I miss them already.

But, my God.

Working with those criminals
and-and... rapists. I -

I don't know, Joy. Don't you ever
think about working with -

with the victims - good people?

Not all criminals and rapists
are bad, Trish.

I don't know what your dictionary says,
but it's pretty clear in mine.

But I'm sorry. I don't mean to criticize.

It's your profession,
and I totally respect that.

It's just - I could never do it.

You're a saint. Really.

Really, it's just a job.

All right now. Salade Niçoise.

Oh, I'm sorry. I asked
for the dressing on the side.

Oh, I'm sorry.
We'll take care of that right away.

I'm sorry.

You know, Joy,
there's something I never told you.

I guess being the older sister,
sibling rivalry and all -

But now that we're
so much more bonded -

I always believed deep down -

and so did Mom and Dad and Helen...

'cause we discussed it all
so many times, but -

When you married Allen...

w-we thought you were so...

brave.

But... why?

I may as well confess.
I know everything. We all have.

Allen's... problem, his -

And how you tried so hard
to cure him...

so he could be normal.

And how you eventually thought
he was cured - as if.

Joy, there are no secrets in the family.

You of all people, you must know that by now.
You've always been an open book.

But you seemed so desperately happy...

and we all so desperately
wanted you to be happy.

And it seemed like if
it wasn't Allen, then -

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, but it's important
that we be open with each other.

Joy, you're a beautiful woman,
even if you're past your -

And I really think,
from the bottom of my heart...

that you should just drop him.

Drop your job, drop everything
and move to Florida.

Down here, it's easy to
forget everything...

start over, fresh - like me -
as if you were still young.

I mean, what are you really gonna miss?
What matters more than family?

Friends come and go.
A job is just a job.

Shopping, food, HBO -
everything here, same as anywhere else.

Joy, don't take this the wrong way.
I just -

I love you so much.

I love you.

Joy!

God.

I can't tell you how happy I am to see you,
how happy I am you found me.

- Oh, me too.
- I've been feeling so guilty.

Oh, but really, Helen,
you didn't do anything wrong.

I know, but still.

- Everyone understands.
- I know.

And I forgive them...

but even so -

Cutting ties with Mom, Dad,
Trish especially -

it must have been hard.

It was.

Really, I can't tell you.

I missed you, but -

it's all right. I understand.

And I forgive you.

I just felt bad -
I mean, when I couldn't reach you...

'cause you were unlisted.

I had no choice.

I can't tell you, Joy, how many times
I thought about calling you.

Really?

I was too guilt-ridden.

Oh, Helen. All this time, we all thought
you were just ashamed of us -

of being related to us, like it would
ruin your career or something.

Ashamed?

How could you -

I'm sorry. I should have had more faith.
We all should have been more understanding.

I was going through a very intense time.

I'd given up on poetry.

It had become too -

too easy.

And I was feeling crushed
by the enormity of my success.

And I was afraid.

But you know something?

It turns out writing a good screenplay
is a much harder...

and purer process

Still, it must at least be neat
going out with Keanu.

There's nothing neat about it.

I'm sorry.
That was a stupid thing to say.

- It's fucking idiotic.
- You're right.

I mean, like, we're still a country at war!

Oh, God.

Salman again.

He wants to know
what he should wear to the Emmys.

Kwaku?

So, how long do you plan
on staying out here?

Oh, I don't know.

I thought maybe if I could stay with you
just till I got my life together.

- How much time are we talking?
- I don't know.

I'm sure I could find a job within
a couple of months - or weeks.

Days if I really set my mind to it.

And what are you gonna do out here?

Try working with ex-cons again.

I've had a lot of success
with penitentiaries back east.

And California, well -

There are so many prisons here,
so I thought that I could maybe -

- And if that doesn't work out?
- Oh, anything. Really, anything's fine.

Anything?

Yeah, anything.

Say, do you know Joni Mitchell?

I heard she lives out here...

and she's someone I've always thought
I'd really connect with...

like she'd really get me, you know?

Maybe she could give me some advice.

Can I give you some advice?

Oh, please.

No. Actually, I have no advice for you.

Did I say something wrong?

No. Why?

Then why do you still
have to make fun of me?

Make fun?

Yes.

I'm not -

Oh, God. Please, Joy.

I try. I really do.

But you and Keanu and everyone...

thinks I mock them...

that I'm cruel and condescending,
that I have no heart.

And it's really hard.

It's hard on me,
because I really do love you.

I do.

And I know how you didn't come
all this way and hunt me down for nothing.

You really just want my advice
on men and marriage and Allen...

and why nothing works out...

and you feel like a total loser -

the self-disgust, self-loathing.

Life has no point, it's over,
you're basically dead...

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
and you think maybe I have the answer.

But, Joy, I'm only human.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault. I shouldn't have.

No. it's okay.

I'm used to that. I can take it.

But thanks.

On, Andy.

I'm sorry about before.

It's just I'm off my medication and -

Really, I didn't mean what I said.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

I saw you all alone, and I thought -

What?

Was your song about me?

No.

You know...

just listening to Helen and Keanu, I -

I can't help but thinking -

What?

What about you and I spend the night
together, just like old times?

But we never spent the night
together before.

Old times?

We never did anything.

I wouldn't let anything happen.

Wouldn't you like to change things?

Change the past?

Fix everything like it could have been?

Done the right thing?

On, Andy.

Sometimes -

Sometimes it's better to just...

Let go.

[Helen Sighing 1

Do you think Helen's happy?

Yes.

I think she's faking it.

Sometimes just pretending
can be better than the real thing.

Oh, but I hate pretending.

Everyone pretending.

I'm not pretending.

Imagine a world where no one pretended.

Please forgive me.

I tried, but I just can't fake it.

Come on, Joy.

- Come on. Joy!
- No. No.

- Come on, Joy. Joy. Joy.
- No. No.

Back off, motherfucker!

- Hi, this is Joy.
- And this is Allen.

Please leave a message
at the sound of the -

Allen?

I just wanted to tell you
that I'm coming home.

I - I miss you.

I'm sorry,
but relationships are so complicated.

Sometimes I ask myself,
what am I doing?

Why are we fighting?

Why does anyone fight?

What good does it do?

Your problem - well, it just seems
so unimportant now.

It's probably psychological or genetic.
I really don't care.

I forgive you,
if forgiveness even mattered.

Really, all I want is just to be with you and
my ex-cons and security guard friends...

maybe have a heart-to-heart
with that poor waitress.

Oh, Allen, I just hope you haven't been
too depressed or anything.

But don't worry. I'm on my way.

And I love you.

Oh! Yeah!

Fuck family.

Fuck motherhood.

Fuck the kids.

I just don't care anymore.

What I said before -
about the kids and family -

I didn't really mean it.

I know.

Love really can change a person.

Don't ever leave me.

I won't survive it.

Promise me.

- Mommy?
- Yes, Honey?

Do you think baby carrots feel pain?

Timmy, could you get the door?

Sure, Mom.

Hi. Hi. Harvey Wiener.

Nice to meet you.
You must be Timmy.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah. That's my son, Mark.

Hi! Oh! Look at those tulips.
Those are beautiful.

Red for love.

What about the white?

- Uh -

- Timmy!
- Uh, for forgiveness.

- I'm sorry if we're a little early.
- Oh, please. Come on in.

- Mark, hi. I'm Trish. it's nice to meet you.
- Oh, my God, who's that?

Timmy, get the door, sweetheart.
This is Chloe. Say hi.

- Oh, hi, Chloe.
- Come on, sweetheart. Say hi.

Hi. How are you?

Mmm!

Mmm! This chicken - out of this world.

Really? it's not too dry?

Oh, like butter. Mmm!

Oh, and the sauce.

- It's Israeli style.
- Ah.

Mommy, the baby carrots -
they're looking so sad.

Aw. Shoot 'em on over.
I'll cheer 'em up.

- Thank you.
- Chloe is studying karaoke after school.

- Her teacher thinks she has a lot of potential.
- Oh, I'll bet.

Would you like to sing
for Harvey after dinner, Chloe?

Sorry. it's the Klonopin.
She's on a new dosage.

Mm-hmm. I see. Yeah. Oh, yeah.

So, Mark, what do you do?

Systems analysis.

That sounds interesting.

It is to me - moderately.
Like intermediate-level Sudoku.

But I have no illusions that what I do
is of any interest to anyone else...

even amongst specialists.

I'm something of a functionary,
but without ambition...

or even hope of ambition.

I plateaued in grad school,
then lost interest...

except in maintaining a base salary adequate
to financing a low-overhead subsistence.

Are you seeing anyone?

No, I'm more focused on China.

Everything else is history.

It's just a question of time.

Talk to him.

So, Timmy...

your mom tells me you're gonna
be bar mitzvahed soon.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

I remember my bar mitzvah.

You remember yours, Mark?

Timmy's preparing a special speech -
a D'var Torah. isn't that right?

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Mmm. What's the topic?

It's on becoming a man.

Oh. Interesting.

Actually, it's mainly about the story
of Joseph and forgiveness.

Like when you're supposed to forgive
someone, even if you don't want to...

and how that makes you a man -
things like that.

Like “forgive and forget”?

Well, like for example...

say I...

punched you in the face.

If I said I was sorry,
would you forgive me?

Well, of course he would,
but why would you do such a thing?

- That's not the point, Mom.
- No. I understand.

Yes, I would forgive you.

I think, uh, I
would ask for an explanation.

So that you believe I'm really sorry?

Well -

Look, um, like I told you,
I'm sure I would forgive you, but...

well, I'm not sure that I would forget.

But let's say, for example, a terrorist
blows up your office building.

- Do you still forgive?
- God forbid.

But what if that terrorist
had a good reason?

Terrorists, by definition,
do not have good reasons.

But what if your family
were killed and tortured?

Wouldn't you want to do something
about it, to protect others?

Timmy, these terrorists are evil.

And cowards.

They're not like you and me.

They don't believe
in freedom and democracy.

Your mother's right.

Timmy, are you saying
you would forgive the 9/11 terrorists?

Well, of course you can't
forgive those terrorists.

They're dead.

If it's possible to forgive and forget...

or to forgive and not forget...

when would you forget
but not forgive?

I think ifs possible
someone do-es something...

really terrible to you -

like, really horrible -

something that hurts you so bad,
and it's so painful.

Maybe then it's better to forget...

and live without all that pain...

instead of forgiving and remembering.

Gumdrops?

See, like, my dad
had this drinking problem...

which is, like, totally genetic.

His father died at, like, 43 or something
from alcohol poisoning.

So, anyway, anytime something
would go wrong at work...

he'd go out, get plastered,
come home, punch out my mom...

like it was all her fault.

- Are they still married?
- Mmm.

Yeah. Still in love.

- Oh, my God.
- Even though he -

Yes.

Whoa. That"'s, like, totally fucked.

- Yeah.
- I know.

Man.

Okay, Billy. It"'s your turn.

- Oh, I don't know.
- Come on.

Yeah, everyone else has.

Who comes from the most fucked-up family?

Whose parents are the most fucked up?

Really, I can't compete.

Billy, you're so weird. Don't tell
me you don't come from a fucked-up family.

Really.

My father died. That's about it.

Was it suicide?

No.

Then how did he die?

I forget.

- Right.
- So lame.

All right then. Looks like I win.

Yeah. Best vaginalogue.

No, but really, her family
is the most fucked up.

Yeah, but it's only because
she was a foster child.

- Otherwise, I'd so win.
- Uh, I don't think so.

Uh, you weren't molested by your step-dad.

Oh, boo-hoo. Sorry, Sarah, but
child molestation has been, like, so done.

And he only used his fingers anyway.
Get over it.

- Billy, where you going?
- Yeah, don't leave.

- Hey, come on, Billy.
- Please stay.

- Come on, we're just kidding around. Billy!
- Come on!

Billy.

Co - Come inside.

I needed to see you.

How'd you find me?

Stopped by your mom's.

She was out.
The house was empty.

Do you want some water?

Thanks.

One more?

Yeah.

Thanks. I needed that.

So how's school?

Okay.

What's your major?

Anthropology -

You planning on grad school?

Probably.

- Get into research?
- Yeah.

Maybe.

I'm doing a paper on homosexuality
in the animal kingdom.

I've done a lot of reading
on the bonobo monkey.

They share, like, 98%
of the human genetic profile.

But they substitute sex for aggression...

and regularly engage in incest -

father/daughter, father/son...

mother/son.

It's a very peaceable lifestyle.

Are you gay?

No.

Sure?

Yeah.

So you like women?

Yeah.

I mean, really like women?

Yes.

Do you fantasize stripping them,
fucking them...

raping them?

Well, not -

Not rape. Not really.

No rape fantasies?

No.

No, I - I don't think so.

Got any more gumdrops?

Uh-

Why didn't you ever write?

We didn't think it would be a good idea.

- Your mother and I -
- She told everybody you were dead.

Well, she was right.

I went along.

Good.

That's good.

It's good you didn't write.

It's good you were dead.

I tried to forget.

And then I tried to remember.

And I couldn't.

Me too.

Forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive.

I mean, it -

it's all unforgivable.

I have no sympathy for you.

They did a lot of work on me.

“Work”?

Rehabilitation.

And?

I take medication.

And-And that works?

Nothing works.

It just goes on... forever.

I just had to come and see
that you wouldn't...

become me.

Cases - people like me.

Genetically speaking, I'm lucky.

I mean, we're lucky.

It's a recessive thing.

I tried to stay the course.

Three kids.

You should have cut and run.

But, you know, when you were born...

and I held you -

So tiny.

The future seemed so... possible.

No, please don't go.

Just keep pretending...

like before.

If you pretend enough -

Thanks for the gumdrops.

- The computer died.
- Tech support.

Oh, and that was so beautiful.

Although next time maybe you could learn
something a little more -

Jewish?

Don't you listen to him.
Mr. Sarcastic.

Mom, could I please have
a moment alone with Harvey...

while Mark is fixing the computer?

Well, yeah, sure.

Please follow me.

Please sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.

Thank you, Timmy.

Hmm. Nice place.

My mom says
you're planning to marry her.

Well, one step at a time.

We'll see how things go.

You mean my mom is wrong?

You're not planning to marry her?

Timmy...

I love your mother very much.

- So are you getting married?
- I hope so.

We both hope so.
A lot of that depends on you.

You know, while my brother is away at
college, I've been the man of the house.

Oh, I know that. Your mother's told me.

She's very proud of you.

If something doesn't meet my approval,
it's up to me to decide what to do.

Ooh.

That's a lot of responsibility.

You know, I'm almost 13.

You don't have to talk to me
like I'm still a child.

I'm sorry.

I have some questions for you.

If you lie, I'll find out...

and I won't let you
go through with the marriage.

I won't lie to you, Timmy.

I'm an open and honest person.

Have you ever had sex with a man or boy?

No.

- Not a single time?
- No.

Not even in your dreams?

No.

Okay.

Do you think a pedophile
is a terrorist?

What - What?

Um, well, I mean -

If you ever met a pedophile,
what would you do?

Timmy, I would never -

Y-You're touching me.

Timmy...

I know where you're coming from.

And I want you to know -

Oh, my God.

Oh, you poor kid. Come here.

JOY -

Joy, it's been so long.

- Andy, no. No.
- Please don't forget me again, Joy.

- I have no one else.
- No!

You're the only one
who hasn't forgotten me.

Allen.

Oh.

But you cut and ran.

Oh, I know I should never have left you.
Never.

- Please forgive me.
- Too late.

Oh, but, sweetheart,
isn't there anything that I can do?

Anything-

Anything to - to -

Two things.

What?

What? Tell me.

Delete everything off my computer.

All the Web sites and subscriptions.

Oh. Okay.

What else?

Do what I did -
put a bullet through your temple.

Gun in mouth is also okay.

And then write a note saying...

“I am a terrible person.

I tried to improve the world, but failed.

War is evil, but what I did was worse.”

I will never rest until I see that you know
what it is to suffer like I did.

Oh, Allen, I -

I don't know, Allen.

I really think I'd prefer taking pills.

Then remember to mix them
with alcohol.

And to tie a plastic bag
around your head afterwards.

What - What if I end up a vegetable?

- You won't.
- But I don't want to die.

You die for me...

and I will know you loved me.

Shh.

Allen...

did you meet any angels?

Yeah.

I mean, sure.

Lots of really nice, friendly people.

Do they think this is
the right thing to do?

An eye for an eye?

Then comes forgiveness.

Where is Timmy?

I'll be back in five.

Hi.

HEY -

Congratulations on becoming a man.

Thanks.

I heard your dad was leaving.

Yep.

Your mom tell you?

Yeah.

Where is he moving to?

Israel.

BUT Why?

Isn't it dangerous there?

What makes you think there won't be
a terrorist attack here?

I mean, if I were Al-Qaeda,
this part of Florida is a gold mine.

Anyway, I don't think he's too focused
on survival these days.

I'm sorry I made a mistake.

I mean,
even if your dad is a pedophile...

he should be allowed to get married.

He's not a pedophile.

- Yeah, but even if he is.
- He's not.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Forget about it. it's over.

What if I -

My father visited my brother
up at college a few weeks ago.

They hung out for a little while,
and then... he left.

Disappeared.

Nobody knows where.

My mom thinks he's probably
lying somewhere dead in a gutter.

And for real this time.

But.-.

He wasn't a pedophile either.

He wasn't.

He wasn't.

I'm sorry I freaked out before.

It was before my bar mitzvah.

I was still just -

I was-

Please.

Sure.

Forgive and forget.

But it's like freedom and democracy.

In the end, China will take over,
and none of this will matter.

I don't care
about freedom and democracy.

I just want my father.