All language subtitles for Claras.Heart.1988.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.FLAC.2.0-TRiToN

[birds chirping]

[indistinct whispering]

[sniffling]

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

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[bird calling]

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[bright music]

[waves crashing]

[birds chirping]

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Clack, clack. Step about.
The maid is here.

[seagulls squawking]

- Maid is here.
- [Leona] Come back later.

There's nothing for you to do.

But you got your "Do not disturb” sign

on the door from morning till night.

At least let me draw the curtains.

[Leona]
Please don't. Just leave them.

You don't like our island?

[Leona]
Haven't seen it.

Excuse me. Are you still here?

Yes, miss.

[Leona]
I have a razor on the table by the bed.

Could you bring it to me?

Yes, miss.

[humming]

Well... so we finally meet face-to-face

with you in the bathtub,
where you appear

to have been dead for many hours.

I don't see what difference it make

if you missed a spot or not.

You don't leave the room.

I tell you true, missus...

you got to bust up the gloomy.

Hmm. Thank you.

[Leona] I thought I asked you
not to open the curtains.

Well, sometime I think I know

what's best for other people.

It's a flaw I've learned to live with.

- [waves crashing]
- [seagulls squawking]

I'm hungry.

Are you?

Yes. I haven't eaten a thing all day.

Well, how about I order you up
something to eat?

- What you think?
- All right.

[waves crashing]

Yes, this Clara Mayfield in bungalow B.

Yeah, could you send me up
a traditional platter

with a side of chocho?

Yes, I got a lady here
grew up in Jamaica

longing for the taste.

Cha, mon. Thank you.

[phone clatters]

[Clara]
Come in now. The food is ready.

Now, if you don't like it,
don't worry about it.

We'll throw it away.
But you're on vacation.

You're allowed a little caprice.

Oh, that looks like scrambled eggs.

Oh, no. You must taste it first
before you say that.

Mmm. That's wonderful.

Good cigar.

You can get it fresh
in Port Antonio, you know.

Maybe one day I'll hire a driver

and I'll go see the town.

You don't need to hire a driver.

All you got to do is take the bus.

It runs out in front of
the hotel every day.

You need your feet and
a couple of cents in your pocket.

- I have to go.
- Thank you, Clara.

You've been very kind.

How difficult could it be
to be kind to someone?

Now you take yourself out
and you bust up the gloomy.

[door closes]

[calypso music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

Uh, I was wondering
if you know Clara Mayfield.

She's looking for Clara Mayfield.

Shut your mouth.

Where did you get her name?

Well, I-I met her at my hotel.

Mama, this lady don't know the song.

♪ In Jamaica remember
when the angels fall ♪

♪ High as Babylon but Miss Clara ♪

[woman]
All right, Phoeba, don't be rude.

What happened to Miss Clara
is none of this lady's business.

Look, if you must ask
for Clara Mayfield

it's best you ask elsewhere.

Go on.

[Clara]
You know, I wish I had known

that you were gonna be
in town yesterday.

I would have arranged
to have met you.

No. Really?

Yeah, how much trouble
could it be?

What did you do yesterday?

Well, let's see, I went to church,

then I came home,
wrote a couple of letters

to my friends in Baltimore.

- Baltimore?
- Mm-hmm.

We live just outside Baltimore.

No. Really?

You know, my best friend
owns a beauty salon there

and other friends work for her.

Shall we sit down and have our tea?

You don't mind if they see you
having tea with me?

Well, they could discharge me,

but I've lived through worse than that.

You're married, aren't you, Clara?

Yes.

Does your husband work in town?

I'm sorry.
I'm being too inquisitive.

No, no. He works outside
the country just now.

So you're alone right now?

By circumstance.

I never allow myself to get too regretful.

Nobody wants to be around someone

who spreads black clouds and doom.

You understand what I mean.

Yes, but you see,
my baby died in her crib recently.

Hm.

Didn't know the fact,
but I knew the substance.

I haven't been terribly resilient.

That'll come in time.

[bright music]

No, thank you.

It's a funny thing about being alone.

You start to talk to yourself

then you stop listening

and then you forget that you're there.

I find that I get into such dullness.

But you let somebody
call me up on the phone

and tell me their troubles,

I can say such marvelous things.

Things I don't know
where they come from...

fall from my lips like pieces of fruit

and I must pause to wonder

who is it that's inside of me

that I don't even know is there?

[door closes]

[man]
Lee?

[Leona]
Oh, Bill.

Come meet the most wonderful person.

[door closes]

Mom! Dad! Hi!

[Leona]

- How you doing, big guy?
- Great. Good.

Boy, you know,
I'm glad you guys are back.

Old Glynis, she's the pits.

Yes, well, we're letting her go.

- Really?
- Hey, you're looking good.

I think you grew.
How many bar-ups you doing?

Oh, I don't know, about five or...

[Bill]
Looking good.

Who's that?

David, this is Clara.

Clara's going to be
living with us from now on.

Hello, David.

Cha, boy,
you don't got to be afraid of me.

Me not gonna bite you...

unless you don't, uh, behave.

- Here, Clara.
- No, thank you. I have it.

Okay, big guy.
You can handle this one.

- Dad, what's she doing here?
- Shh.

- You didn't say anything.
- Relax, big guy.

Okay, but what's she doing here?

Your mother... just needs some help, David.

You're always gonna have
a stranger to take care of me

from now on, aren't you?
So you don't have to.

David, what kind of behavior...

Dad, I really don't want her here, please.

Just take it easy, David.

It's all right.
I understand the little boy.

You don't understand.
I'll make you leave.

- [Leona] David!
- Get her out of here!

- I mean it!
- [Leona] Stop it!

[Clara]
It's all right.

Little boy, listen.

Nobody makes me do nothing
I don't wanna do

so you might as well aim that meanness
and nasty talk elsewhere

'cause you got another thing
coming if you think

you gonna act so dreadful around Clara.

Come this way, Clara.

Where are you taking her?

Lee?

[Clara humming]

[Clara]
Well, come up if you must.

Don't stand down there
marauding like a spy.

[humming continues]

I thought you were our maid.
This is a guest room.

You know, a room for guests.

Well, perhaps your mother
want me up here close to you

in case I got to change your diapers

in the middle of the night.

Very funny.

Hey, how come you talk so weird?

You ain't heard weird talking yet, child.

"Cause I talk so deep bad to you

you think you're living in a nightmare.

[David]
What does that mean?

It means if you don't act
like a proper gentleman

I will turn you into a toad.

Ooh, you're telling me now

you're some kind of witch,
or what?

Something like that, yeah.

You're not in charge of me,
you know.

I just wanna make sure you
know that right at the start.

That is obvious, so we move on
to other things now.

She's not well,
you know, my mother.

You don't seem all that healthy yourself.

You're a real jerk, you know that?

Well, if I'm a jerk, you are a bub...

Oh? Well, then, you're a super dweeb.

Well, if I am a super dweeb

you are a booguyaga.

- Yeah?
- Don't... say anything else.

Best you and me,

we learn to become part of one another.

Perhaps then there is some hope for us.

Listen, what can I say?

I'm really sorry,
but you're not winning me over.

Well, that's the best I can do for today.

So you just take
yourself outta here. Good-bye.

[crickets chirping]

[ambient music]

[music continues]

[yawns]

[sniffs]

Get your dirty hands out of there.

I hope they like the ackee
as much as I do.

Hate to tell you this, guys,

but it strongly resembles baby puke.

Well, it's got some of that in it,
absolutely.

My, but you're observant.

I left some totos in
the oven for the little boy.

If you don't mind, I'm not a little boy.

- Okay?
- Excuse me.

Perhaps it's because you act like one,

I got all confused.

Shirts. I need shirts.

- What you call those?
- [David] Where you going?

- Vancouver.
- [David] How come?

[Bill] How come? To settle
the maritime crises of the world.

You didn't starch them.

No, of course not.

Leona, didn't you tell her
that I like my shirts lightly starched?

Yes, she delivered me the list

of all the fenky-fenky habits
of everybody in the house

but I explained that
the starch is starting

to ruin your nice shirts.

It doesn't ruin them.

And if it does,
I'll get new ones.

Mr. Hart, you let me show you

that a good ironing can give you
the same feel as starch

and all the money you
save on those nice shirts

you can spend on golf balls.

Fine.

- [Leona] Taste?
- No, thanks.

[humming]

And what are those?

Totos, coconut-raisin cookies.
I made them for you.

[Bill]
Well, that was very kind of you, Clara,

but I rarely eat sweets and
David shouldn't have any, period.

He's in training for the swim team.

[Bill] Leona, look at
the shoulders on this guy.

He's going to make it this year.

I could've made it last year, Dad.

Yeah? So why didn't you?

"Cause I was too nervous
to race all those other guys.

[Bill] That's precisely
what it's all about, kiddo.

I know, Dad.

Well, one toto's not gonna Kill the child.

Besides, I keep me eye on the balance

between the good food and the evil.

[Clara humming]

[indistinct chatter]

[children shouting]

Hey, it's Hart the fart!

- Say it, Hart.
- No.

Say it!

- Fart. Hart the fart.
- What?

[door slams]

[door slams]

[door creaking]

[David breathing heavily]

Cha, bobo,
what's wrong with you?

- Nothing.
- Oh, it looks like nothing.

You wouldn't understand.

Problems of a boy are so mysterious.

Would you go away, please?

I asked you politely.

No, it was not polite.
It was only pretend polite.

Now, let us see what agony

you've brought home
from school with you today.

You. The agony is you.

Child, you can build up
your arms and your body

with these weights,
but it ain't gonna make you get no taller

so in the meantime,
you must not indulge in pity

and shoot off your mouth.

[door closes]

[crickets chirping]

[toy chiming]

[melancholic music]

I just thought I'd...

see what's here, I...

Maybe we can have
a garage sale or something.

It's time to dismantle the nursery,
Mrs. Hart.

I don't wanna have any more children.

[sobbing]

You got one child left.

You pour your soul into him.

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[humming]

Chuck it in the box.

May... maybe we should keep one.

Why? Why you need
a token of somebody

only to be haunted by them
the rest of your life?

Wasn't your fault she died.

Was not your fault.

[humming]

[man]
That child...

that little boy changed
my life forever and all time.

That little boy
taught me the joy of living

for someone other than myself.

And yet, when he was killed,

I continued to... to sleep

and wake and breathe.

And in my agony and my anger

I contaminated anyone and everyone

that had the misfortune to touch me.

So after I demolished my marriage,

I truly realized

that if I wasn't going to kill myself,

I had to get on with my living.

So, all right.

It's a sorrow without end,

but we don't have to die
the rest of our lives

to prove that we hurt
or that we're lonely.

So, all right.

[piano music]

[indistinct chatter]

- [Leona] I wanna talk about this now.
- [Bill] I don't want to talk about it.

[Leona]
Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?

[talking over each other]

[Leona]
I'm telling you, for me, that's it.

- I know, I know. Can we just drop it?
- [Leona] I'm not dropping anything.

[Bill]
Edith is gone.

[Leona]
It's not about Edith.

Let's just stop blaming
everything on the baby.

[Bill]
That's just fine with me.

So, what do you wanna dump
everything on now, hmm?

[Leona]
It's not even the other women.

[Bill]
Other women?

- [Leona] It's not any one thing.
- [Bill] What other women?

[Leona]
It's not about them.

[Leona sighs]

It's about us.

I realized today
that's why I got pregnant.

I thought it would change things.

You wanna know the worst of it, Bill?

The worst of it
is we're not even friends anymore.

When were we friends, Lee?
Really, when?

Once.

[Bill]
That was a long time ago.

[Leona]
I'm trying to change things.

[Bill]
That's fine, Lee. That has real merit.

But don't redesign me.

Blanche Loudon.

Oh, Clara Mayfield.

It's good to see you.

Look at you, looking like a baby.

Cha, mon. Yuh too lie.

[laughs]

- Come in and see the house.
- No, no, no.

House is house. The taxi is waiting.

No, the taxi will stay.
Come and see the house.

Oh, Clara,
it's so good to see you.

Ah. There be the torment of me existence.

They call him David.

[Jamaican accent]
Cha, bobo.

Me not the torment of your existence.

In this house,
the torment is everyone.

And the Jamaican woman torment me

for certain as much as me torment her.

Where him learn Patois?

Only one place I can think of.

Don't talk that way.

Only low-class people talk that way.

Cha. Don't encourage him. Come on.

[Blanche chuckles]

Me not low-class.

Me not nothing. Me dumdum.

[David]
Me dork, me dodo.

[Clara]
This is my good friend Blanche.

Blanche, this is Mrs. Hart.
That's Mr. Hart.

Morning.

- Rice for breakfast?
- Mmm.

- With steamed vegetables.
- For breakfast?

You're the one who wants to
get strong and healthy.

I told you I was going to experiment.
You said okay.

I didn't know you meant rice
and vegetables for breakfast.

I'm sure I'll get tired of it
within a week or two.

Just indulge me for now.

♪ Brown skin girl
stay home and mind the baby ♪

♪ Brown skin girl... ♪

[Clara]
Where you learn that song?

I don't know. Around.

I don't know that I want you singing

the songs from me homeland.

My goodness, somebody will start
to think you like me.

[Blanche]
Clara, come on. We haffi leave now.

- The taxi man get chaka-chaka.
- [Clara] All right, have a good weekend.

Me and blanche are off
to the wilds of Baltimore

to have a sweet weekend.

[chuckles]

Don't get indigestion.

[Clara]
Good afternoon, everyone.

[man on PA] Hello. Hello?
C-can you hear me out there?

Yes. Let's gather around
up here, please.

I want to introduce you
to our host, our counselor,

and a dear, dear friend
to all of us, Peter Epstein.

- [microphone feedback]
- [Epstein over PA] Okay, come on in.

Get comfortable. Get comfortable.

Look, it only works
when I can see your eyes

and I'll only begin to see
them when you can see mine.

Because today, listen,
today, one day only,

special. Special.

We are gathered here to bury sorrow

not to praise and wallow in it.

Listen, we're just a bunch
of friends and families

gathered here today to celebrate life,

enjoy the weather, the day, the food,

each other.

And if any of you are so moved,
even to act silly.

Yeah, sing songs, play games,
roll in the grass.

You can do it,
because today I'm not your therapist.

I'm not your group leader.

No, I'm a 15-year-old boy

who dreamed of singing
in a rock 'n' roll band.

And if anyone wants to join me
over here at the piano,

I will show you how I almost succeeded

except for one small disability.

I couldn't sing.

[laughter]

All right? Let's break.

Go, and immediately
commence to have fun.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi. What's your name?
- Marla.

Marla, and...

So, after my singing career

went into the porcelain facility,

for a time there,
I thought I wanted to be a rabbi.

But I couldn't imagine
sitting through a bar mitzvah

every Saturday for the rest of my life.
[chuckles]

Also, I couldn't get used to the idea

of thinking of God
as a three-syllable word.

[engine rumbling]

[Epstein] First of all,
the first thing you want to do

is let's not exclude your guilt.
Let's not drop it...

[David]
Mom!

- David, you know Dr. Epstein.
- Hello, David.

Uh-huh. Mom, um... Dad and I wanna go now.

Can you get a ride with someone else?

Sweetheart, this is not the right time
to be asking me this.

Oh, no, don't be silly, Leona.
Let them go.

[Leona] All right. Then, yes,
I'll... I'll see you at home.

Good meeting you, David.

Nice to meet you.

[Epstein]
As I was saying, guilt, it's necessary.

It exists for a reason.

I mean, it's not a word I would say

should be struck from the dictionary.

It exists for anyone
to tell the difference

between right and wrong,
but when you just leap on in,

you've got to see the polarity,
the dark, light...

[indistinct chatter]

[seagulls squawking]

Whatcha doing?

Trying to find meself an apartment.

You're leavin'?

You think I wanna give you
that much pleasure?

How come an apartment?

So I got some place to go
on the weekends

when I'm not working,
instead of with me friends.

And then when my husband gets here

he's got some place to stay
while I'm working.

When's he comin'?

I don't know yet.

[Bill]
Okay, Dave, this is it. Let's go.

Don't be giving the child diarrhea

before he even gets there.

Why don't you let me be
the parent today, Clara?

What do you say?

I say that's just as it should be.

- [Bill] Just don't push it, okay?
- But of course.

[Bill] You know, Dave, it's always
people who don't have any kids

that are the biggest experts
on how to raise "em.

[Clara]
Good luck, David.

And remember, the sun
will continue to rise in the morning

whether you're on the swim team or not.

[door closes]

[coach]
Swimmers, take your marks.

Try to leave some water in the pool

when you do your famous imitation

of Arnold Schwarzenegger
hitting the water,

bone bag.

Set...

[whistle blows]

[crowd cheering]

That's it. Pull, Dave!

When did you decide this?

[Bill]
Last night.

Why didn't you tell me before?

We thought it best to wait
till after the trials.

Who am I gonna live with?

Me.

Well, you'll come into the city

and stay with me on weekends.

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[splashing]

[bright music]

[gasping]

[somber music]

[coughing]

[coughing]

[door slams]

Oh, no, no, no, you're not going nowhere
with me dressed like this.

You're not going to see my friends.

- [stammers] It's clean.
- I don't care.

If this is some new person
you're trying to be

because you're the victim
of a broken home

you just think again.

- Hi, honey, ready to go?
- Yeah.

No, you go upstairs
and change your clothes.

Oh, yeah, so fenky-fenky.

You know how much
I appreciate this.

I'm glad to do it for him.

Well, it helps me as well.

I can't concern meself with
what makes it easier for you

who got all the choices.
Only him that don't.

I don't quite see that
I've cornered the market on choices.

Show him a good time.

Oh, yes.
I'm sure he's gonna have a good time.

His father's moving out the house,

the mother's fumigating
the family household,

and he's off to the city...

with a stranger.

A wonderful time, Mrs. Hart.

Clara.

Surely you see me trying

and surely you recall
that you're the one

who told me to change my life.

Next time I'll be more specific
about what is allowed.

- By all means.
- Look here, Mrs. Hart.

Your own happiness
can never be as important

as that child's
until he grows to be a man.

I don't happen to think that
the two are mutually exclusive.

I think that if I'm happier,
he'll be happier.

No.

No.

- [cab door closes]
- [engine stutters, starts]

Kiss.

[engine revving]

[train rumbling]

[indistinct chatter]

I-I've never been in this part
of the city before.

No.

- Not a lot of white folks.
- True.

[car honking]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [upbeat music playing]

Clara.

Ooh, hello. It's been so long.

Clara Mayfield.
Oh, it's good to see you.

Let me take your bag and coat.

Oh, my, God,
it's good to see you.

You bring the boy after all?

Oh, yes.

This is David.

[Clara]
David, come.

David, this is Felicia.

- It is good to meet you.
- And Lydia.

- Hello.
- And Rita.

- It's a pleasure.
- And Babs.

- Hi.
- Clara, there you are.

So good to see you again, child.

And the shop is beautiful.

- It's just beautiful.
- Thank you, Clara.

- You remember David?
- Yes.

I brought him in.
He want to get a hot comb.

- Oh, yeah, right.
- Oh, look.

You've put on some body

since I see you at the house.

Well, I told you the child
is sproutin' hair

in the up and down places, yes.

- [laughing]
- Oh, God.

I should be slapping your backside

for all the trouble
you're giving my Clara.

[Jamaican accent]
Oh, sweet darlin',

that's a lot of mumu you're talkin' "bout.

See, this child is meek

and give the woman
nothing but joy.

[women laughing]

That boy sound like
he come from Port Antonio.

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

Can me help it if the child
is clever as the devil?

- Child! Huh!
- [all exclaiming]

Whoo! Yes! Yes!
Lift up the beef!

Live it up, baby! Hey-hey!

Oh, eh, eh, eh, Lydia, Rita.

Stop the rompin' now.

Yah, yah.

So, Clara, what we gwaan
do here today, eh?

Well, I-I want you to give
the child hair some style.

- Okay.
- Forget it.

Listen, you,
you don't let her style your hair,

off you go back home.

- That's blackmail.
- I don't care what you call it.

- You make the choice.
- No, Clara, it's okay.

If him don't want the best hairstyle

him will ever have, eh.

No, I promise the mother

and how can I disappoint
that poor woman?

Okay, that's it.

- Sit down.
- No.

- You sit down now.
- In...

Right there.

Behave yourself.

I'm going to the supermarket
and pick up some things for the fridge.

You behave yourself while I'm gone.

- You understand me?
- Yes.

- I'll see you later, Clara.
- All right.

Okay, now, David,
here we go. Sit up.

Raise your backside, boy.

Take off them glasses.

Thank you.

You're gonna look great.

Oh, yes, mon.

That's good.

What you thinking?

[gasps]

Uh, my dad's gonna kill me.

No, no, Clara take care of your father.

Hello, Dora.

Babs, me want an appointment
later for manicure.

So, where you get
this white child there, Miss Blanche?

[Jamaican accent]
She get me from a church bazaar.

I was left there in the manger.

Lord Jesus!

- Where him come from?
- He's Clara's boy.

My, my, Clara's boy, eh?

- So, where she is?
- She'll be here soon enough.

So, Clara's boy.

Did she tell you about Ralphie?

[gaps] What trouble you trying
to concoct here today?

If you must talk so, come for me
do your hair another day.

- Me got me appointment today.
- [Blanche] You're early.

Me wait and chat up this boy
about Ralphie.

- Careful, Dora.
- Go on, tell me.

No, don't you listen to her, child.

She know what time Clara come

so she just come for jook her.

And if she know you talk so,

she'll tump you to your grave.

Me not afraid of her. Tump me?

You are professional liar.

[door closes]

I can't begin to imagine...

which of you girls
would be running around

with such a pimp.

What you call me?

I think you heard me.

[man]
Woman...

you shut your face.

Perhaps you should come
and shut it for me.

♪ In Jamaica ♪

♪ Remember when the angel fall ♪

♪ High as Babylon ♪

♪ But Miss Clara did fall ♪

♪ Think she be the angel ♪

♪ Free us all ♪

♪ But angel, angel, oh that fall ♪

- Ouch!
- You got no cause

to sing that song to me.

You tell your white child

about Ralphie, Miss Clara.

Don't you hurt her!

He's not gonna hurt me,
are you, pimp?

Because you best kill me.

'Cause if you don't,
I'm coming back for her.

For you, Dora Cambridge.

Leave her, Bundy.

Shit!

Bundy, listen to me when I talkin'.

Yes, Bundy, listen to her.

[engine revving]

Oh, God!

I was afraid
something was gonna happen.

And if something happen,

what was you gonna do about it?

I... I'd...

[speaking Jamaican Patois]
kick him in the balls.

[laughs]
You're perfectly right!

And this is the child
with the hairdo to do it.

[laughter]

[indistinct shouting]

Clara, who's that Ralphie boy

that woman was talking about?

Let me tell you something,
I don't want you discussing

me business with nobody.
You understand me?

I'll make something evil happen to you.

Well, I was just asking.

Just making an inquiry.

Oh, wow.

What a big cemetery!

[Clara] Well, it remind a person to make
the most out of life, don't it?

Hope you don't live too close... to it.

[girl screaming]

[indistinct shouting]

Well, come in.
Don't stand out in the hallway.

[baby crying]

Welcome to my new apartment.

[bright, slow music]

You can sit down, you know.

Sit down, relax.
Take off your jacket.

By the way, that's the bed
you'll be sleeping in tonight.

[music continues]

- Clara?
- Yes?

Do you wish that you
could get a job here

so then you'd be here all the time?

I have thought about it, yes.

And?

How could I ever leave such a well-dressed
handsome gentleman as yourself?

[ambient music]

[Clara singing]
♪ Let the boy go home ♪

♪ Let him go back home ♪

♪ He is underage ♪

♪ He's not fit for a preacher ♪

♪ Let the boy go home ♪

♪ Let him go back home ♪

♪ He's underage ♪

♪ And not fit for a preacher ♪

♪ He's underage ♪

♪ And not fit for a preacher ♪

♪ Was the best little boy ♪

♪ His daddy ever had ♪

Was the best little boy.

[David]
Clara?

What's wrong?

I got some things

that are jookin' me deep in my brain...

and I can't seem to fall asleep.

What stuff?

[Clara]
Personal things.

What's that for?

This?

Why, this is a old Jamaican remedy...

for headache, for heartache.

Clara, why'd you get mad
at me this afternoon

when I asked you
about that... that Ralphie guy?

[Clara] 'Cause I told you about
asking about me personal.

You said not to ask your friends.

I didn't... didn't think
I couldn't ask you.

What a life this turn out to be.

What do you mean?

Ralphie...

was my son.

I... I thought you didn't
have any children.

I don't.

Not anymore.

[whispering]
You mean...

h-he's not alive?

Oh.

- [insects chirping]
- [birds calling]

Dad, who answered the phone?

[Bill on phone]
Oh, that's Cathy, my decorator.

Weren't you expecting me to call?

[Bill]
You bet.

Then why'd you have
that lady answer?

[Bill] Because I was about
half a mile up a ladder

trying to hang some blinds.

Your decorator's there
on a Sunday night?

[Bill]
I needed help, Dave.

Listen...
[continues indistinctly]

I have to come see you?

[classical music on stereo]

Hey Hi.

- Come on in.
- Okay.

[music continues]

- Neat, huh?
- Well, it's a little weird.

Well, it's new.
The world's changing, right?

The 21st century's upon us.

Looks like in the 21st century

not many humans gonna be living here.

[Bill] No, no, we'll get
some magazines around. Some...

Hey, how about this view, huh?

So what's your pleasure,
ballgame, movie?

Where are the blinds?

They're in the bedroom.
Come on.

I'll have oysters
on the half-shell to start

and then the veal chop.

How about you?

Well, you have to tell me
what there is first.

Scampi. How about scampi?

- You love shrimp.
- Fine.

Thank you.

Ciao, Bill.

Hi. [chuckles]

Hi.

David, meet Catherine,
my decorator.

Catherine, this is my son,
David Hart.

Hello, David Hart.

How about having some lunch with us?

I'm just gonna stay a minute.

Um, David, what do you think
of your father's apartment?

Well, it's pretty goddamn ostentatious
if you ask me,

but, of course
that's just a kid's opinion.

I mean, I don't even speak Italian.

Are you sexually involved
with my father?

Son, don't be shy.
Just... just jump in.

- Ask whatever you need to.
- Are you?

Yes, I am.

I care about your dad a lot.

Well, enjoy your lunch.

It was nice to meet you, David.

Bye.

- I'll see you later.
- Mm-hm.

Bye.

She really likes you, doesn't she?

And why not?
I'm not such a bad guy, am I?

[David]
God, Dad, you and Mom just got separated.

I don't have to know
you already have someone else.

At least I'm not trying to hide
from you who I'm seeing.

What do you mean?

[Bill]
I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have said that.

- Who's Mom seeing?
- No one.

Come on, Dad,
I'm not that stupid.

The great singing psychologist
we met that Saturday.

- That Dr. Epstein guy?
- But it's good.

It's good, Dave, your Mom...

deserves to be happy, too,
you know what I mean?

So, in other words, you and Mom...

you and Mom deserve to be happy.

Sounds right. Makes sense.

He had no right to tell you something
that was my responsibility.

So, when would you have gotten around
to telling me, though, you figure?

When I figured out

how I wanted to explain it to you.

Come here, baby.

Peter's making a lot of things

fall into place for me, David.

And... and I feel just now
that I have to put

all my energy into helping myself

before I can help anyone else.

I know that sounds really selfish,

but I'm doing the best I can.

And I love you.

I do.

Kiss.

[car door closes]

[car engine rumbling]

[David]
Hi. How was your weekend?

Oh, child, it was wonderful.

Good labrishing.

We girls can certainly chat.

- Oof!
- Who came over?

[Clara]
Oh, it was me,

Blanche, Lydia, and Babs,

and the girls wanted me
to tell you hi.

[Jamaican accent]
Oh, Blanche did you up

in some fenky-fenky hairdo.

I think it be lookin' very nice on ya.

Well, thank you, sir.

Aren't you the silver-tongued devil?

How was it at your father's?

Terrific. Really memorable.

Aren't they supposed to keep up
appearances or something

for a child's benefit
and make it look like

they're gonna get back together
or something?

- [Leona] David, Clara, I'm leaving.
- Where to?

[Leona]
Peter has a workshop tonight.

I'm late. I'm sorry.
I'll talk to you later.

Oh, my two-cent tootsies
are killin' me.

Oh, here, let me rub them for you.

Thank you.

What's in that red suitcase?

What red suitcase?

The one you keep
under your bed, man,

and take to your apartment.

None of your business.

Me room is me privacy.

[Clara]
How was it at your dad's?

[David] How come you don't have
hair on your legs?

Because I'm naturally hairless.

How was it at your dad's?

Why you touch me like that?

- Like how? I'm sorry.
- Like that.

Don't you never touch me like that...

I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry.
I didn't think it would upset you.

You didn't think it would upset me?

- You keep your hands off my person.
- Wait, wait.

Do you understand what I'm telling you?

You understand what I'm telling you?

You get out now.
You get out!

[crickets chirping]

[door opens]

Your dinner's downstairs.

You better go and eat.

I'm not hungry.

Well, you gotta keep up your strength.

No, I'll never be strong.

I'll always just be a puny midget.

[Clara] And I guess I'm supposed
to feel sorry for you now.

But I'll tell you, in my country...

puny-puny means men with
many, many women and lots of land.

[David] Oh, yeah, well, I should...
I should move there.

No. You need to learn how to live here.

But you must also learn
not to touch a lady

unless you've been invited.

Clara?

Yes, David.

Why did Edith have to die

and mess up everything?

Them that die don't create the agony
and strangeness of life, David.

Only the living do that.

[melancholic music]

Figured you'd say that.

Then why you ask me?

[sighs]
David.

David? Look upon me.

Know this.

You can depend on me.

Always?

Always is much longer
than you're going to need me.

[music continues]

[David]
I don't get it.

I mean, the guy keeps rolling the boulder
up the mountain

even though he knows
it's gonna roll back down.

What Peter is saying, darling,

is that Sisyphus is condemned
to roll the boulder

up the mountain.
He has no choice.

But what's important is that he commits

every fiber of his being
to the enterprise anyway.

Even though he knows
it's just gonna roll back down?

I mean, it's stupid. He's an idiot.

Because it's the effort, David,

that gives meaning to our lives.

Is that right?

Yup.

- You make all this stuff up?
- No.

A French writer named Camus.

I just had the good sense to steal it.

[chuckles]

Uh... I'm gonna leave you guys

and go check on my service.

Use the, uh, phone in the living room.

- You'll have more privacy.
- Thanks.

David...

Peter has asked me

to help him run a workshop

this weekend in San Francisco.

Now, I told him

that I would speak
to you about it first

and that if it bothered you terribly,

I wouldn't do it.

Sure. Go.

[plate clatters]

[crickets chirping]

[telephone ringing]

[David]
Hello?

Oh, no, Mom's not here, Dad.

She's sackin' out in San Francisco

with the ol' singing psychologist.

Yeah, she went to
help him run a workshop.

Yeah, that's the word here, Dad.
Film at six.

[Jamaican accent] Oh, I'm just hangin' out
with me Clara, Father,

sittin' in front of me mother's mirror

and puttin' on the woman's cosmetics

and stuff like that.

So, talky-talky next week, Father.

So long now.

You know she not want you
to trouble her things.

Me not trouble her things.

[Clara]
Come on, sit up.

- Clara?
- That is my name.

Will I be like,
like, your son now?

I-I mean, I am your friend
and everything.

But of course.

But, David...

don't the little girls interest you yet?

It's not that... that they
don't interest me,

I just don't interest them.

Oh.

Well, somethin' tells me...

that very, very soon,

those little girls are gonna be
interested in you, too.

- You swear?
- Absolutely.

What a strange child you are.

Sometime, you feel so strange to me
I think I don't know you at all.

Of course you know me.

I mean, you know me better than anyone.

Not true.

Nobody ever really knows anyone.

And just when you think you do...

people change right before your eyes.

♪ Hope you like jammin' too ♪

Four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine.

Seven, eight, nine.

One, two, three, and two.

[girls giggling]

♪ Jammin' until the jammin" through ♪

So, Clara's boy.

You mustn't be frightened of me.

Must be Clara tell you
some bad things 'bout me.

I'm not scared of you and no,
she didn't say anything about you.

Well, all you need to know,
then, is this,

where Mayfield go,

death and obeah follow.

Think I'll go upstairs
and make some Kool-Aid.

Don't move yet.
Just stay right here, so.

What the heck.
I've got some time.

So, tell me somethin',

did she tell you 'bout Ralphie?

- Me know she no tell you.
- Yeah?

Well, you're wrong, 'cause she did.

No way, she couldn't have
tell you the whole story.

And what do you care anyway, huh?

Me have me reasons for care.

You ask about Ralphie.

Make certain you do that, man.

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

[car door closes]

[woman]
Welcome, Clara.

[music continues]

[door unlocks]

You.

They told me on the stoop you was outside.

Well, I had to go outside.

Why? When I told you not to!

I was burning up in here.

I'm a white guy.
I'm not used to the tropics.

Well, then they tell me
that Dora come by with her friend.

Well, she was trying to jook me up.

And just what did Dora tell you?

[David]
She told me to ask you about Ralphie.

And what have I told you
about asking me about me personal?

I know, I know.
I didn't say anything.

She say anything else?

Nothing.

That's it, I swear.

Clara?

Yes, David.

Nothing.

[piano music]

♪ God has smiled ♪

♪ On me ♪

♪ He has set me free ♪

♪ God has smiled on... ♪

No, you stay here.

♪ He's been good to me ♪

♪ God has... ♪

Excuse m...

Didn't I tell you to stay back there?

I'm sorry.

Please, I wanna do it, too.
I need it.

Your parents would have a cow

if they knew what you were doing.

- Who would find out?
- [woman] Shh!

Like, when I'm here,
I feel like one of you.

You take yourself
back there and sit down.

♪ He's been good to me ♪

♪ He is the source of all my joy.. ♪

- The body of Christ.
- Amen.

- The body of Christ.
- Amen.

♪ See what the Lord has done ♪

♪ Gives his body and blood ♪

♪ Gives his body and blood ♪

- ♪ See what ♪
- ♪ See what the Lord has done ♪

♪ Count your many blessings ♪

- ♪ See what ♪
- ♪ See what the Lord has done ♪

♪ Count your many blessings ♪

- ♪ See what ♪
- ♪ See what the Lord has done ♪

♪ Count your many blessings ♪

♪ Count your many blessings ♪

- ♪ See what ♪
- ♪ See what the Lord has done ♪

♪ Count your many blessings ♪

- ♪ See what ♪
- ♪ See what the Lord has done ♪

- ♪ Count your many blessings ♪
- ♪ Count your many blessings ♪

♪ See what the Lord ♪

♪ Has ♪

♪ Done ♪

[clock ticking]

[door locks]

[intense music]

I... I didn't mean this, Clara.

I didn't do this to hurt you.

[music continues]

How?

How could you do this to me?

How?

After all the trust
and faith I put in you.

How could you do this to me?

There were so many things.

I mean...

Why... why did all those letters come back?

Did... did he die, too?

That's none of your business, is it?

- Is it?
- I know, I'm sorry.

That is none of your business.

I'll do anything you say.

[Clara]
You have ruined our friendship.

Now, you get out.

[Bill] You haven't been living
at home regularly for weeks

and it suddenly dawned on you
that staying out so much

might not be the best thing to do to a kid

who's become dependent
on a black woman

who's not speaking to him,
so to make up for it

you wanna put him in therapy.

Excuse me, but this is not a discussion

of my living arrangements.

- I see David amply.
- Amply? What is that?

An accepted way of seeing
someone Leona, amply?

Make your point, Bill.

You say you are studying at the feet

of our Dr. Epstein to be a lay therapist,

no pun intended,

to help families
deal with the loss of children.

Doesn't it occur to you
that putting your own child

in therapy with a stranger is gonna
make him feel even more separate?

[Leona]
If I thought that, Bill,

I wouldn't be doing it, now, would I?

Predicting your motives, Lee,

it's not something
I'd care to make a book on.

You want me to pay
for this treatment, I assume.

[scoffs]
I want your support, not your money, Bill.

That's why I asked you to come here,

so we could discuss this face-to-face.

[Bill]
I really wish I could believe that.

Well, I cannot believe you're
sending a child into therapy.

Stay out of this, Clara.

Well, you wanna mess up
your own lives, fine,

but you don't have
to drag him into it.

Don't talk to us that way, Clara.

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Hart,

don't you talk to me like this.

I am not your child.

We have a Jamaican saying.

Nobody gives a damn
about your Jamaican sayings.

- I do.
- Stay out of this, pal.

"The higher the monkey climb,

the more he expose.”

Jesus, you tell her
you're not interested

in her native expressions,
she tells you anyway.

- Can I ask a question?
- [Leona] Of course, sweetheart.

- What's wrong with me?
- Nothing's wrong with you.

Psychiatrists just help you
to understand yourself better, that's all.

[David]
Will he get Clara to talk to me again?

[Leona]
Well, he might help you to understand

why you feel like
disregarding her privacy.

They'll make fun of me at school.

- I'll lose all my friends.
- What friends?

Don't you see that's part of the problem?

So, what about Dr. Epstein?
Can't he straighten this out?

I mean, look what he's done for you.

Bill, I swear to God.

You leave God out of this.

God would not want no part of this mess.

Now, you want the child
to go to psychiatrist,

I make sure he goes,
but you leave this boy out the middle.

Clara, I can't tell you how much
I resent your intrusion into this.

Then fire me, Mr. Hart.

He's not firing anybody.

David, you come with me.

I don't believe I quite follow you, David.

Pictures, photos
from old family albums.

You and Clara.

We'd take 'em out of the album,

pin it on the wall,
and throw darts at "em.

We had a five-three-one scoring system.

Photographs of your father?

Right. But they were old ones
when he had his mustache.

- Mm.
- He hates 'em.

Now, you swore you won't tell anyone
what I'm confiding in you, doctor,

because, frankly, I mean,

if my dad found out,
he'd really be upset.

Yeah, I'm sure he would be.

No, I mean,

he really thought he looked like a stud
in that mustache.

So, I take it, then, that
you're not that crazy about your father.

Now, what else do the two of you do?

- Us two, who?
- You and Clara.

We did things together
where she didn't ask

as many questions as you do.

Well, as our time is up for today,

why don't I not ask you
any more questions then,

until next week?

Great.

You told that man that we throw darts

at pictures of your father?

Yeah, I-I told him
we had a scoring system and everything.

Oh, David,
that was the wrong thing to tell that man.

You must never put me
up against your parents,

not even in jest.

You told me to lie.

I know, but I did not mean...

[sighs]

That man must think...

that I love both
of your parents equally.

- Oh. Okay, yeah, I see.
- You understand?

Now, I don't want you to think
that I'm upset because I'm not.

I just got a little overexcited.

Well, there must be room for mistakes

when you play games such as these.

Yeah, I'll be more careful next time.

Good cigar.

Now, David Hart,

we must think of something
absolutely devilish

to tell this man next week.

- You really wanna hear this?
- Please.

Well, when... when Bill
gets home from work,

he and Leona like... like to get dressed up

if you know what I mean.

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Well, Bill, see,

he likes to dress up like Leona

and Leona, see,
she likes to dress up like Bill.

And we're talking including underwear.

Mm-hm. And then?

Well, and then they start...
They just start acting like each other.

And Bill starts
waving his arms like this

and... and... and pours her a drink.

And Leona's in this three-piece suit

and she starts bitchin"
about the Maritime Union.

How could you know this, David,

unless you saw them?

Oh, I never saw 'em,

but... but Clara did once, by accident.

So, she told you that she saw them?

No. No, she wouldn't do that.

See, I... I overheard
a telephone conversation

she had with her friend, Blanche.

Mrs. Hart, may I see you
for a moment, please?

[Leona] Where on earth did you get
some of that material?

- [David] Made it up.
- [Leona] If your father...

[laughing]

What?

I would love to see your father

in some of my underwear.

[both laughing]

[bright music]

Hello, David.

[girl]
Aren't you David Hart?

Um... um, yes.

I-I mean, I mean, I...

I mean I didn't mean to hesitate

like I... like I didn't know
I was David Hart. I just, um...

[girl]
'You just don't know who I am.'

- Right. Who are you?
- I'm Ashley Lafferty.

I just moved into the neighborhood.

Oh, oh, sure. Yeah.

- Do you know me now?
- Um, no.

I-I... I don't know you,

but I'm... I'm glad to meet you.

- Hi. I see...
- I like...

[both]
I'm sorry, go ahead.

No, really,
what were you gonna say?

[chuckles]
I-I like your glasses.

Oh, God, I just got them.

I was afraid they were gonna make me
look like a geek supremo.

- Oh, definitely not. No.
- Thanks. Thanks a lot.

- Oh. Hey, is this your dog?
- No, it's some stranger's dog.

I'm sorry, no, actually

it's my mother's
new husband's dog

but we sort of
adopted each other.

Oh, and your... your mom
and your real dad are divorced.

- Sure.
- [laughing] Yeah.

I mean, whose parents
aren't divorced, right?

[laughs]
Right.

Well.

Um, yeah, so...

So, I'll see you, okay?

- Bye.
- Bye.

[bright music]

Welcome to the neighborhood!

- [Leona] Hello, David.
- Hi, David.

Come in, sweetheart.

[Leona]
Come in.

[David]
What's going on?

Sit down, David.

No, I get the feeling I should stand.

No, I think you'll make us all

less uncomfortable if you sit, David.

David, Peter's accepted
an offer to relocate

the main base for his workshops
in California.

And it's all very sudden,
but we're leaving in two weeks.

[Peter]
And we want you to come with us.

And I'd prefer, of course,
you live with me.

You guys are joking, right?

[Bill]
No, no joke.

Well, would Clara be able to come?

[Bill]
You're getting to be a big guy, Dave.

I'm sure Clara doesn't expect
to be burdened with you

- for the rest of her life.
- Burdened?

I think what we're saying here, David

is that you're a statistic kid,

but each one of us
wants you to be a happy statistic.

[Bill]
Both of us, your mother and I,

we want you to be happy.

I'm very happy, Dad.

I think we have to re-establish
as normal a family environment

as possible for you, David.

[Leona] And you, in turn,
have to understand

that we're going to be a family.

- [Bill] This is ridiculous.
- [Leona] In what way, Bill?

[Bill]
David understands what we're saying.

Which is what, Bill?

That we're in an awful situation,

one not entirely of our own making

but we both love him

and we want what's best for him.

So, why don't we just
give him a few days

to think about this?

How does that sound to you?

How's that sound, sweetheart?

- Well, not good.
- Why not, sweetheart?

Well, I don't wanna move
with you to California

and I don't wanna live
with you in the city.

So, what do you wanna do,
move to Baltimore,

live with Clara?

[train chugging]

[train horn blaring]

[upbeat band music]

- [man] Would you like to dance?
- Oh, yes.

[music continues]

[crowd cheering]

It looks like he's having a good time.

Oh, eh, eh, David.
David, come with me.

We want you to talk Patois

to some girlies over there we know.

[Jamaican accent]
Oh, no. Me not a display, you know.

You know what?
You got to sing the truth song.

I taught it to him.
You got to sing the truth song.

Me not a puppet show, you know.

Ah, come on, David.
You're gonna love it.

The girlies will love you, too.
Let's go now.

[Blanche]
Okay, girls, this is the David

I was tellin' you about.

Him now will sing somethin'
deep bad in him favorite language.

Now, come on, David.
Come on, sing now.

- You gotta sing with me.
- [Blanche] Oh, come on, you can do it.

- [David] Please, sing with me.
- [Blanche] All right. All right.

Clara and me, we will come in
at the top with you, okay?

- Okay.
- [Blanche] Okay. Here we go now.

♪ Let the girl go home ♪

♪ Let her go right home ♪

♪ She's underage,
she's not fit for the preacher ♪

♪ Let the girl go home ♪

♪ Let her go right home ♪

♪ She's underage and
she's not fit for the preacher ♪

[Blanche]
All right, hit it.

- ♪ Only adults can go ♪
- [Blanche] Uh-huh.

♪ To see the street corner show ♪

♪ I'm the one little boy
my mommy ever had ♪

[women] ♪ He's the one little boy
his father ever had ♪

♪ Let the girl go home ♪

[others joining]
♪ Let her go right home ♪

♪ She's underage,
she's not fit for the preacher ♪

♪ Let the girl go home ♪

♪ Let her go right home ♪

♪ She's underage,
she's not fit for the preacher ♪

♪ He's underage ♪

♪ He's not fit for the preacher ♪

♪ He's underage ♪

♪ He's not fit for the preacher ♪

[cheering]

[band music]

[music continues]

[laughing]

Yeah, he's cute.

[indistinct chatter]

So, Clara's boy,

you having yourself a good time?

- Excuse me.
- Hold on!

Me wanna tell you something first.

- Let go of me.
- Me wanna tell you that shameful Ralphie,

"bout how him was foul
and how him hurt me.

- Drop dead, bloodclaat!
- Boy, your mouth dirty.

You know them dirty words you talk.

You better get away from me.

Well, then don't you dare insult me!

Take your hands off my boy.

Ah, your boy?
Don't call him your boy.

You don't have no boy.
Your boy is dead.

My boy is dead is my business.

Tell him why I don't deserve to live.

- Dora, get out.
- You come with me, boy.

Me tell him why your boy dead.

[grunts]

[people shouting]

[woman]
Get off!

[indistinct shouting]

[Dora] Clara, you must tell him,
you must tell him

the truth about Ralphie,
about the cliff boy!

Him have a right to know!

[indistinct chatter]

[rain pattering]

[melancholic music]

David.

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Sit down.

You asked me about Ralphie.

I think the time has come
for me to tell you.

My son, Ralphie...

was beautiful.

Strong and handsome.

Big as a man.

But he was very troubled all his life.

Nobody knew what to do for him.

Not the doctors,
not the priests, nobody.

And when he was 15,

he fell in love
with Dora Cambridge.

She played with him.

When she was done playing with him

she threw him away.

And my son...

raped Dora Cambridge.

When I found out
that Ralphie had raped Dora.

I went and confronted him about it...

by telling him...

that he was no longer my son.

And that he had disgraced me.

And Ralphie...

grabbed me by the throat.

And I keep...

trying to tell him it was me.

My...

son began to touch me in a way

that no son should ever
touch his mother.

My son raped me...

and then threw himself off a cliff...

into the sea.

And I've lived with this...

until I come to America...

and found you.

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[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Lipsky, come on.

Yeah? What do you want,
Schwarzenegger?

Let's go.

Go? Where are we going?

The length of the pool,
you and me, one-on-one.

- A race-a-reno?
- Yeah, a race-a-reno.

[Lipsky] For what?
What are we racing for, Studly?

Let's go.
Or you chicken?

Oh, yeah, Dave.

I'm shakin' all over.
Can't you tell?

Say, "Ready, set, go."

Ready, set, go!

[boy]
Come on, get him, Lipsky!

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[indistinct chatter]

[David]
Clara?

- David.
- I've made a decision.

I-I've... I've decided I'm gonna
live in Baltimore, Clara.

Ah, so you are going to

live with your father
to be closer to me.

- Yeah.
- No.

No, no, no.

I think a child's place
is with the mother.

They're bound to the mother

more than they are bound to friendship.

But you're more than my friend.

Nope. That's what I am.

Besides, what happens
if I get a job on the weekends?

I-I'll come to you after school. We'll...

No, David, don't you see,
the relationship has changed.

Well, sure it's changed.

But it's also just becoming
what it should be.

No. It's gone beyond all it ever could be.

That's the way life is, child.

Change. Life is change.

So, what are you saying?

I think you know.

You're saying you're gonna be
just like my mother and father.

You're gonna be like them,
and you'll dump me

when things get tough.
That's what you're saying.

You can't compare me with them.

- No?
- No.

They are your blood.

I'm just a housekeeper who loves you.

What about what you told me?

"Know this," you said.
"Know that you can depend on me."

You're a liar.
You're just looking to cop out.

You just loved me
"cause you had no one else.

Maybe that's what happened to Ralphie.

You ever think of that?

Maybe he saw you were
just a selfish pig,

that you just cared about yourself

and that's why he did
what he did to you.

You're a very nasty child
to call me selfish.

I'm doing this for you.

You made me love you.

Now you're dumping me 'cause
it got to be too much for ya.

Oh, you'll get another job
and you'll never see me again.

You... you'll just be a nigger in the end.

[melancholic music]

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Goodbye, Clara.

Goodbye, Mrs. Hart.

[melancholic music]

[engine starts]

[woman]
Yeah. Finley was riding me all the while.

- Of course.
- Don't you have problems with him?

[chuckling]
Oh.

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

I'd like to see Clara Mayfield, please.

Come with me.

[indistinct chatter]

[nurse]
Should I try and relieve...

- Okay.
- What?

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Brown skin girl stay home
and mind the baby ♪

♪ Brown skin girl stay home
and mind the baby ♪

♪ I'm going away on a sailing ship ♪

♪ And if I don't come back ♪

♪ Stay home and mind the baby ♪

Now, Jessica,
you're singing the wrong words.

You and I,
we sing it alone this time.

[Clara and Jessica] ♪ Brown skin girl
stay home and mind the baby ♪

♪ Brown skin girl stay home
and mind the baby ♪

♪ I'm going away on a sailing ship ♪

♪ And if I don't come back ♪

♪ Stay home and mind the baby ♪

[low, ambient music]

Hi, Clara.

Hello, David.

Children, you remember I told
you about a little boy.

Well, here's the remains
of the little boy.

He's called David.

You say hello.

- [children]
- Hello, David.

[Clara] Mrs. Talimentes,
I'll be back in a minute.

I want you to take Clifford

and I want you to make him behave.

- What?
- Did you hear him talking?

He was talking up a storm.
I'll be right back.

I'm gonna put him in here
so he can be quiet.

I came to visit my dad,
so I thought...

Let's talk.

You're not mad that I came?

Child, no.

I expected it at some time.

My, you got so big.

Not wearin' any glasses anymore.

Tell me,
how is your mother and Peter

and the workshops and the rice
and the vegetables?

Well, my mom makes a pretty fair toto.

I hate to admit it,
but everything's okay.

I'm glad. I'm glad.

Clara, so many times
I wanted to write you to...

to apologize for what I said.

I know.

But you always made me
so upset because...

you were always right about everything.

I know.

And I just wanted to come

to... to let you know I'm okay.

I'm glad you did.

And I just...

I just wanted to say thank you, Clara.

[low, ambient music]

I don't know.

I know.

But you see, David, you and I

are bound together by a special force.

And it's a force so perfect...

that it goes beyond blood.

[sniffs]
Well, I have to go.

Yeah, so, I'll see you the next time

I'm in Baltimore, okay?

Whether you see me the next time,

or whether you ever see me again,

you must know, David,
that no matter where I am...

for as long as I live...

that I will carry you right here
in my heart, always.

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