All language subtitles for Stepfather.II.Make.Room.For.Daddy.1989.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Honey, I'm home.

Hi, honey.

Good day at the office?

The usual.

Say, what's for dinner?

I made your favorite, pot
roast and apple pie.

you're the best.

Hey, how about a kiss?

Hey, Dad, I got my
report card today.

And?

Here it is.

Princess, that's great.

Say, that's just great.

I guess this means she
gets the shopping trip

you promised, right?

Well, a deal's a deal.

Right, Princess?

Right.

Why don't you sit down
and read the paper?

Hey, Dad, are we still going
on that fishing trip Saturday?

You know what, sport?

Better get that
wrong reel ready.

The fish should really be
biting up in Miller's Creek

this time of year.

Is Mom going?

Who's kiddo?

Who do you think's gonna
clean those fish?

I heard that, you two.

Now stop clowning around
and wash up for dinner.

That'd be what she
says, sport.

We both won't
deserve it, right?

Of course not.

What do you wear
on your heart?

I don't know, I don't think.

Just leave me alone.

All we need is an
order around here.

Order!

We are gonna keep
this family together.

You had better believe it.

Wait a minute.

Why am I here?

Thank you, honey.

Stop it!

- Where do your
thoughts take you?

- Rennie.

- Who's Rennie?

- My dog.

I got him when
I was nine years old.

He was my best friend.

- He was your best friend,
Miss Rennie?

- For a while.

- What happened?

- There was a...

An accident, kind of.

- Did Rennie do
something bad?

Did you punish Rennie?

- No.

- Jerry.

Jerry.

I thought we said we were
gonna start trusting each other.

- I know.

You're the only one
I can trust.

- Smith.

Would you wait outside?

- Maybe you being
new and all,

you're not up on the
policy here, Doc.

I make policy now,
so just leave, please.

Fuckin' Shrinks.

- Proceed to the
dining area.

- So where do your
thoughts take you, Joe?

- It's beautifully crafted.

- More than that.

It's much more.

- What's that?

- It answers your question

of why would a man
murder one family

and then marry into
another time and again.

- Wait, wait a minute.

Wait.

- Wait.

- See, Joe.

The eternal optimist
believes that

he can fix whatever's
broken.

So he just keeps on trying.

- Wait outside, Smith.

That is good.

That is very good.

This'll just take a minute.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Smith, you sleep in corner
three on the way up.

Smith, Smith, you
sleep again?

- Jesus Christ, we got
an escape down here.

We got an escape toward R3.

- Hi there, need some help?

- Oh, geez, thanks a lot.

- Good.

- Okay, Gordon, you're in
close to the crash area.

Connect search, Thunderbird 4,
FAB, Thunderbird 2

from Thunderbird 4,
commencing launch, stop, stop.

- Oh, boy, back home the
wife never lets me

eat this kind of stuff,
but sometimes you just gotta

stop and taste the
good life, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Thomas.

- You betcha.

- Well, I believe
you're safe now.

- Thanks to you.

I knew you'd come
to my rescue.

- You know, I've been thinking,
a man just isn't complete

without a wife, and well,
when we get to--

- What do I look
for in a man?

Whoosh, I look for a luxury
automobile, trust fund,

platinum American Express
card, intelligence,

sense of humor,
four-carat rock.

I am with this gentleman that
I've been seeing for a while

and things are progressing
in a nice direction

in the relationship, and
I am about to explain

that I use a diaphragm and--

- Of course, any man
I date has to understand

that my career comes first.

I mean, I haven't
worked all these years

just to throw that
away on some guy.

- The search is intensifying
in Washington

and throughout our very
own northern Oregon

for that as could be for
Puget Sound's mental hospital.

- Today on Greenhouse,
our returning champions,

Susie and Keith Morgan,
will make their second attempt

to win a dream house
and prizes worth over $100,000.

And now, here's
the man with the key

to your dream house,
Mr. Bob Eubank.

- This is round
one of Greenhouse.

You know, today and every
day our couples are competing

for a fabulous room of furniture
and a great dream house.

And Johnny Gilbert's
about to tell us

about some of the houses
offered by our family of builders.

Here they are, John.

- You could be moving
to Palm Meadow Estates

in lovely Loma Linda.

That's right,
Palm Meadow Estates,

just an hour's drive from
downtown Los Angeles,

could be your
home sweet home.

Family values and easy living
will have you agreeing

that Palm Meadow Estates
is where the American dream

becomes a reality.

Tree-lined streets welcome
you to these tents of domesticity

where all areas of everyday
life have been planned

down to the tiniest detail.

Schools, shopping centers,
and houses of worship

for almost every faith
make Palm Meadow

the ideal family spot.

And it's all yours,
Heinz family.

Free and clear for winning
on Dreamhouse.

- Thank you, John.

Okay, it's time to try it out
for the winning combination.

Takes a three-number combination
to open the golden doors.

First number's the seven.

- Excuse me, Dr. Clifford.

- Call me Jean, Miss Graylin.

- Well, actually,
it's Mrs. Graylin.

- Oh, well, isn't Mr. Graylin
the lucky one?

- Well, I suppose
it's Miss Graylin.

Now, I just got a divorce.

The logs, they don't
come out, look.

- No, it's gas.

See, all you need to do
is turn this little valve

- Well, I'll be.

- Yes, it takes all the muss
and fuss out of making a fire.

- Well, I guess I'm kind
of old-fashioned that way.

Nothing like stoking a fire on a cold New England night.

- Oh, really, where?

- Well, my last practice
was in Connecticut.

- Oh, well, that's a coincidence.

- Excuse me?

- Well, the owners of this house,
the Fieldings,

they just moved
to Connecticut.

Perhaps you have a few tips
you can pass on to them.

- Did they say how long they
were looking to lease for?

- Yes, they did.

- Two years with an option
to buy at the end of the lease.

- Mm-hmm.

Where's the basement?

- There is no basement.

- I see.

- Is that a problem?

- Well, my last house had
a basement workshop.

I like to work with
my hands.

- Well, I can
understand that.

You know, a lot of people
around here use their garage.

Do you specialize
in your practice, Gene?

- Family.

Family guidance
types of problems.

I find that everything
in life begins or ends

with the family,
one way or another.

- Seems like
a nice neighborhood.

- You couldn't ask for
a better neighborhood.

I should know.

I live right over there.

- All by yourself?

- Actually, I have a son.

- Todd, what did I tell you
about buying a skateboard?

Mouse.

- I didn't know you were home.

- No, I didn't say that
it was okay to do it.

I'm not at home.

- Park it, mister.

Where are you going?

- To my room.

- I was hoping that you and
I could have a little celebration.

16 inch pizza with the works.

- What are we celebrating?

- Your mother sold two houses
and leased a third this week.

High five for Mom.

- That's great, Mom.

- And then I went down
to Dell Pharmacy

and I bought up every last
baseball card that they had.

There's got to be a Pedro Carrero
in there someplace.

Right?

- The Dodgers trade E. Carrero.

- Hm.

- And prizes worth over $100,000.

And who in our audience will be their challengers?

Well, today...

And now, here's the man with the key to your dream house,

Mr. Bob Eubank.

- Don't run, don't run.

That would be brilliant.

Welcome to your dream house.

Why don't we do that?

Welcome.

- And of course,
in all these sessions,

anything you're inclined
to say, you're welcome to say.

Sally, why don't you start?

- On Sundays, we usually
unplug the phone.

That way, Jake and
me are left alone.

- Quality time between
a husband and wife

is very important, Sally.

- Anyways, this last Sunday,
being Jake's birthday and all,

he wanted something
special with his present.

- And what was that?

- He wanted me to hum a song.

- Well, as they say, music
soothes the savage beast.

- Not Jake.

It gets him all hot and bothered,
especially show tunes.

- Show tunes?

- Yeah, this week I was
supposed to learn cats.

I tried telling Jake I'd been
running around all week,

what, with errands and
planning the church social.

I didn't have time to
learn the tunes.

- Well, couldn't you just
buy him the record?

- It isn't the same,
Dr. Clifford.

I gotta hum the songs.

- Well, I can't blame
a man for taking pride

in his wife's voice.

- It isn't exactly my voice
Jake's so interested in.

- What do you mean?

- Jake likes me to
hum when I, you know.

- No, Sally, I'm
afraid I don't.

- He likes me to hum when I,

when I kiss him down below.

- Do you know why
he makes you do that?

- No, but if you hum
a few bars I can fake it.

- Carol, you're very quiet.

- This is a, was all
very new to me.

I'm not sure where to begin.

- No, begin at the beginning.

- My husband, Philip,
he's a dentist.

- I thought you
were divorced.

- Ran away with this
22 year old hygienist.

- Well, should we talk
about the ones who stay,

like your husband?

- What about my husband?

- Well, he's a perv.

I should know,
I deliver his mail.

You know, he subscribes
to every stroke book

and porn mag under the sun.

- Ladies, please.

- I beg your pardon.

- It's true, I swear.

All of his magazines come in
plain brown paper wrappers.

- Madeline, please.

- Matty, to my friend.

- Carol, you were saying?

- Phil left a little
over a year ago.

I knew that it was coming.

So I've learned how to roll
with the punches since then.

But Todd, that's my son.

It's really hit him hard.

- Then where do your
thoughts take you?

- Well, what'd you think?

- Think of what?

- You know, Dr. G.

- It's just the first
session, Matty.

- Oh, come on, Carol, this
is Matty you're talking to.

I saw you getting the hands on
treatment from the doctor.

He likes it.

- You are starting to
imagine things again.

Well, personally, I wouldn't
blame you for jumping his bones.

- Keep your voice down.

- What's the matter, are
you afraid to start dating?

- No.

- Forgot how?

If it's meant to happen,
it'll happen.

- I need some help.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You know, if you're
not careful

and you back up over
one of these,

you can say goodbye
to your rear axle.

- If it wasn't for frozen
dinners, I might never eat.

- Do you wanna know the
secret to cooking?

- Yeah.

- You find someone
else to do it.

- That was great.

- There's plenty of
mushu pork left.

- Thanks, I'm full.

- Todd?

- Yeah, can I be excused?

- Well, don't you want
your fortune, Cookie?

- No, you can have it.

- See ya, Slender.

He's a nice boy.

- Thank you.

Cookie?

- Thanks.

- Let a smile be
your umbrella.

That's always good advice.

- So, when did you decide
to be a shrink, excuse me,

a psychiatrist?

- When I was younger.

I realized that the family

was the heartbeat
of this country,

and that sometimes when
families have problems,

they need a helping hand.

- Todd.

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- I'm supposed to stop, right?

- Your mother would
appreciate it.

Here, let me show
you something first.

When you sidearm the ball,

you never know
where it's gonna end up.

When you throw an overhand,

it's like pitching
on a straight line.

Here, you try it.

That's it.

That's it, straight.

Just give us a minute here.

Wanna try it?

No, hit 'em like you mean it.

- Todd, be careful.

- Don't worry so much.

Boys will be boys.

I mean, I was.

- You were?

- Yeah, huh?

- He's in seventh
heaven, Gene.

You really didn't have to.

- I wanted to.

Lean in, put your hand just
behind his right shoulder.

Lean into him
a little bit more.

One, two, three.

- Cheese.

- Home, sweet home.

- So anyway, after I took the Rorschachs

and the Wechsler-Deltaf reception scale,

I took this thematic intelligence test.

It was pretty bleak.

I mean, bottom of the curve.

You know? - Uh-huh.

- Beyond the bottom
of the curve.

And I was really disappointed

because there aren't
too many tests like that

that you can screw up, so.

- Well, maybe you'll
do better next time.

- How?

- What?

- How am I gonna do better?

I mean, it's not like I was
taking a math test or anything.

A person only has so much
thematic intelligence, right?

I mean, perhaps if you take
it in a better frame of mind.

- Sure.

Doctor?

- I'm sorry, ladies.

We're gonna have to cut this session short.

I'm feeling a little under the weather today.

Sorry.

- Hope you start feeling better.

- Thank you.

- Gee, I wonder what it would be like.

- I don't know, I think it'd be okay.

- I don't know.

- Uh, Doc, can I ask
you something?

- Of course, Maddie.

- Did you hear anything
that I said in there?

- Don't you worry,
it's all in here.

- It's reassuring.

- Hi, Carol.

- Hello, Gene.

- How you doing?

- I'm fine, thank you.

- I was just wondering
if Todd wanted to toss

the old pigskin around
before dinner.

- Well, he's not
home right now.

Tomorrow might be better.

- Carol, where are you
keeping the coffee these days?

- I'm sorry, you
have company.

- No, no,
Dr. Gene Clifford, this is--

- Phil, Phil Graylin,
Carol's husband.

- Oh, well, hi, Phil,
pleased to meet you.

- I'll come see Todd tomorrow.

- I'm sorry that he wasn't in.

It was very nice
of you to stop by.

Thank you.

- Dr. Gene, you there?

Dr. Clifford?

Dr. Clifford, I left something
from before.

- Big room for daddy, huh?

Daddy's here, huh?

Every time I get something's going,

daddy, get it off!

Get it off my part!

- Hiya, Matty.

What are you doing here?

- I forgot my hat
from the session,

and I tried buzzing
the doorbell,

but I don't guess
you heard me.

- No, I guess not.

Was there something else?

- No, no sir, just the hat.

I'll be going now.

- I'm not.

Sorry to bother you.

Thanks.

Phil left his girlfriend.

- Why is he here?

- He wants a second chance.

- Who wouldn't?

- It's not just for
him though.

It's for Todd too.

- And what do you want?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Perhaps you deserve better?

- Perhaps.

It's just the great unknown
that I'm afraid of.

I...

With Phil?

- I know what I'm getting.

- How about if I try to find
out exactly what it is

you would be getting?

- What do you mean?

- Why don't you ask
Phil to stop by

and have a chat
with me tonight?

Couldn't hurt.

- Hi kiddo.

Hey, do a jump for me.

- I don't really feel like it.

- It's okay.

I'll come see you later.

Come on in, Phil.

- Hey, Doc.

- Well, I gotta tell you.

Carol thinks you're some
kind of genius head-shrinker.

- You don't sound convinced.

- Dentists and psychiatrists.

I clean teeth.

You listen to sob stories.

It's not like we're dealing
with life and death.

- If you don't have good
teeth, you can't eat.

And you can't deal
with your problems.

- Let's get
something straight.

I'm only here for
Carol's sake.

She wants you to
check me out,

see if I'm for
real this time.

Well, I am.

- I made a mistake, all right?

I screwed up royally.

Now that's over with,
I'm ready to come back.

- Phil, when the tooth
is dead, you pull it out.

You don't just hope
it'll get better.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- Carol asked me
to say what she couldn't.

- Oh yeah, what's that?

- She wants no part of you.

- I don't believe you.

- It's true, Phil.

- Thanks for the message, pal.

- She's gonna have
to tell me to my face.

- Phil, wait. - Later.

- Phil, I made the
whole thing up.

- What?

- It was a test, sort of.

- It was a test, sort of?

Man, are you for real?

- I'm sorry, I had to be
sure of you for Carol's sake.

- I guess the rug makes
us even, then.

- Yeah.

- So, does this mean
Carol's interested?

- Oh yes, definitely.

- Carol, I think
you're crazy.

- I can't believe it.

- You actually sent
Phil to Dr. Jean's?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, isn't that
his specialty?

Family guidance.

- What are you laughing at?

- Which is worse, talking to
that scummy husband of yours

or involving Dr. Strange?

- You're so fickle.

Two months ago, you were
saying how much you like Jean.

- I said he was cute.

Now I'm saying he's weird.

Want a refill on that?

- Oh, sure.

- My parents got me a case
of this stuff for my birthday.

I think it's great.

- Why do you think
he's weird?

- I don't know, half
the time it seems

he's on Mars or something.

- Think about this
for a second, okay?

Here we are, we're
pouring our hearts out

to some guy who no
one knows tiddly about.

- To new beginnings.

Not gonna join me?

- No, don't let me stop you.

Anyway, I think it's time
I cracked open this bottle.

Make room for Daddy, huh?

After a whole year?

Who do you think you are?

Huh?

- No!

- You're nothing, nobody,
you hear me?

Who are you?

I want you gone!

Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone!

- Hello?

- Hello, Gene, it's Carol.

Am I interrupting you?

- We're just wrapping
things up.

- Would you do me
a favor, please?

Would you ask
Phillip to call me

when he gets
back to his hotel?

- Sure, I'll ask him.

- Thank you.

- Bye.

Carol wants you to call her.

- Come on, Phil.

Let's take a ride.

Hang on, Phil.

You okay?

- Shit about American, Phil.

- Gene?

- Todd.

- What happened with my dad?

- He left.

- No, I mean when
he was here.

- We talked, that's all.

- About me?

- Come on inside.

- I was really mean to him.

I just didn't want
to talk to him.

- I'm sure he understood.

Everyone's entitled
to his own feelings.

- I just wanted to get back
at him for leaving Mom and me.

Is he mad at me?

- No.

- Well, is he coming back?

- That's between your mom and your dad.

- God, I really should go
get things off of him, didn't I?

- It doesn't have
anything to do with you.

You know what I do when
I'm in a funk like this?

I make the biggest bi-gum
sandwich I can imagine.

Think fast.

- What was that song you
were whistling before?

- A song my daddy
used to sing.

- Hey, this is
a two-man operation.

You get some plates, okay?

the whole thing.

- This morning, the hotel said
that he'd already checked out.

What happened between
the two of you last night?

- Last night, I saw through
Phil and he knew that I did.

All he wanted was a hot meal
and a warm bed for me,

nothing more.

- Oh, Jesus.

- I'm sorry, Carol.

- He didn't even say goodbye.

- It's hard to say goodbye.

Carol, I have
a confession to make.

I lied to you.

- I don't understand.

- When I said that
I was sorry about Phil,

I'm not.

- What is this?

Diddy treatment?

- No, no, no.

Carol, no.

- Gene, how do I know
he won't come back again?

- Phil?

I don't think he'll
come back this time.

"Ready?"

- Ready.

- Excuse me, everybody, could I have your attention

for a minute here, please?

I have a little announcement
I'd like to make.

- You're having us
all committed.

- No, but maybe you'll think
that Carol should be committed

because she's agreed
to become my wife.

So come on and have
some champagne.

- Come help us celebrate.

- Carol, what exactly do
you know about Gene?

- That I love him.

- Or his parents coming in?

- They're both deceased.

- What about his other
relatives and friends and?

- No.

- Well, you know, that figures
because the only thing

he gets are local
bills and junk mail.

- You've been going through his mail.

- Carol, I don't think you know him
well enough to marry him.

- Come on, Maddy.

- You don't even know
if he's a real shrink.

- Maddy, it's crazy.

I've seen his notebook.

- Well, it gives you
the right to look at that.

Who do you think you are?

- I'm your friend.

- If you're my friend, you'll
respect my feelings.

And you'll stop this
paranoid behavior, Maddy,

because if you don't, I have
nothing else to say to you.

Carol, listen, Maddy,
I mean it.

Okay?

- If I keep this up, I'm gonna
have to take a cold shower.

- We could take
a shower together, hmm?

- Do you think that would
be the right thing to do?

- Why not?

- Carol, this is my
first marriage.

I just want to do
everything right.

Big wedding, followed
by that special night.

- That's a Victorian jean,
don't you think?

- Well, what's the matter
with sticking with tradition?

- Nothing.

- I mean, if more people
stuck with tradition,

there'd probably
be a lot happier people

and a lot fewer divorces.

- Maybe you think I shouldn't
wear a white gown either.

- No, no, no, that's
not what I was saying.

- Jean, I think
I better go home.

- Carol.

- Harrison High School,
Portland, Oregon.

I knew it, I fucking knew it.

- Hello?

- Hiya, Maddy.

Wouldn't you be more
comfortable talking in my office?

- Tell you the truth, Doc, no.

- Okay.

What's on your mind?

- Not too popular, are ya?

- What's that
supposed to mean?

- Nobody likes
to write to you.

You must have burned
a lot of bridges in Connecticut.

- Have you been checking
my mail, Maddy?

- I mean, you did say you
were from Connecticut.

At least that's
what you told Carol.

- Then I saw this.

Why'd you lie to her?

- Did I?

I told Carol my last practice
was in Connecticut, yes.

This is from my
high school telling me

about my 25th class reunion.

It's amazing how they
can still find you

after all these years,
isn't it?

- I'm very disappointed
in you, Maddy.

Nobody likes to be spied on.

I'm gonna have
to go to the post office

and put a stop to this.

- You were quite
the basketball player in 1964.

According to
your class newsletter,

and this was in
there along with the invite,

Harrison High School Cougars,

1964 regional division champs.

They even got
a picture of the team.

Funny thing is I see your name
here, but I don't see you.

- Well, a man can
change a lot in 25 years.

- Not this much, Gene.

- No.

No, not that much.

- I knew you weren't
a psychiatrist.

The question is now,
who the hell are you?

- I'm just someone
who loves Carol.

- Let's see what she
has to say about this.

- Maddy, wait, wait, please.

I never meant to hurt
anybody, least of all Carol.

I know that you're her friend
and she has a right to know,

but would you let me tell her?

- What are you gonna
tell her, more lies?

- You have the evidence,
you can be sure I'll do it.

I just think that she
should hear it from me.

- When?

- Today.

Today.

- We got until five.

- Can you forgive a lifelong
bachelor's premarital jitters?

- And Gene.

So beautiful.

- They're the first part
of a very long apology.

- There's more?

- A lot more.

- What's wrong?

- There's something that
you should know about my past.

There'll be plenty
of time to talk later.

- Paul, what happened?

- One of my patients back
in Connecticut heard voices

and one of them told
him to do this to me.

- This is what you were
afraid I'd find out.

- I must look like
Frankenstein to you.

- No.

- Frankenstein was a monster.

You are the kindest man.

I've ever known.

- Damn.

- Where are you going?

- I'm gonna go take a shower.

- What are you gonna
do that for?

You're just gonna get
all sweaty again.

- Gene.

- You don't believe me.

- I'm going to send Todd to
his grandmother's more often.

- Where the hell is she?

- Oh no, no...

- Just try to relax,
breathe in.

If you don't struggle,
this will be a lot easier.

That's it.

That's it, girl.

- Paris and I, class of 1964.

Where are they now?

- Who's there?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Gee, where have you been?

- Getting a refill.

- Hmm, come here.

Don't do that
again, all right?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Very fancy.

- Where did you find wine
at this hour of the night?

- I have my secrets.

- Hello?

- Hi.

What?

- And we only know,
as I'm sure the Lord knew,

the pain her soul suffered.

- Why?

Why did Maddie kill herself?

It doesn't make any sense.

- Maddie was afraid.

She was afraid of
being left alone.

She looked everywhere
for her Mr. Right.

She just couldn't find him.

- Oh, Maddie.

- Jean?

Jean.

Sam.

I was just going to come over.

- I heard Cheryl pull up.

- There's a box
right in here.

Sit down.

- Thanks, Cheryl.

Here's the spirits and
the keys you left with me.

In case it was an
emergency or something.

A lot of good
I did with them.

- Sam, don't talk that way.

- I'm gonna miss her.

- We all are.

- Excuse me, Sam.

This is Jean, my fiance.

- Hi, Sam.

- Hello.

Maddie must have
been mighty upset

with that guy
to do what she did.

- What guy?

- Well, I don't know,
she had a lot of boyfriends,

but I never heard
any of them leave

in the middle
of the night before.

- You heard someone leave
her house the night she died.

- I heard someone walking
from her backyard across mine.

Someone whistling.

- Whistling?

- Yeah, some song
I ain't heard in a long time.

- It was probably just some kid taking a shortcut

through the old guy's yard.

- What kid do you know
who whistles a song

like Camp Town Racing?

- How would I know?

- Don't you see, Jean?

Someone might have been
here the night Maddie died.

Someone who knows
what really happened.

- What do you think
happened, sweetheart?

- All right, I know,
but I want to know why.

- Carol, people die,
life goes on.

We have a lot to do,
you have a wedding to plan.

- Jean, I just don't know if
I'm up to that right now.

- I just don't see why we
have to call off the wedding.

- We're not calling it off,
we're just postponing it.

- What about all
the plans we made?

- You know, you behave
as if nothing's happened.

My best friend
just died, Jean,

and I just can't start worrying
about wedding arrangements.

- So instead of
getting married,

do you want to spend
your time grieving?

- Yes, no.

I don't know, oh God,
maybe if I'd been there

when Maddie needed me,
maybe not--

- Sir, maybe you could
have helped Maddie.

Maybe Maddie did need you.

You don't know that that would
have changed things.

What I know is that
I need you.

I'm sorry, I don't
mean to push you.

I, uh, I'm just afraid.

I'm afraid of losing you, I...

We don't have to have
a big church deal.

The wedding's not important.

- It's not.

- No, the marriage is.

Having a family that
cares about one another,

that's what matters.

We can just go to
a justice of the peace.

I love you.

- I love you too, Jean.

We'll do like we planned.

The flowers, church.

The whole nine yards.

- Hi.

- Mom, you look really cool.

- Thank you.

You like it?

- Yeah.

- Honey, have you seen my veil?

- No.

All this came for you.

- Oh.

- This is for Maddie's
mother and father.

They sent her a case
of this for her birthday.

Thank you.

- Now, what happened
to your tie?

- I've never worn one
of these things before.

I just can't get it.

- Now, why don't you
go cross the hole

and have Jean look
at it, okay?

- Okay.

- What'd you do
down here, slugger?

Boop.

You still got the ring?

- Hey, right here.

- You know, if the best
man loses the ring,

there can't be a wedding,
so I'm dependent on you.

- Hey, no prob.

- Okay.

- Todd, come in here.

- Where did you learn that?

- What?

I don't know,
I can't remember.

Come here.

- Jean taught me.

Why?

- Get outside.

- It's gonna be late
for your own wedding

if you don't hurry up.

- Jean, there's something
that I have to ask you.

- Go ahead, sweetheart.

- The first night that
we were together,

you came back with
a bottle of wine like this.

Where did you get it?

- I don't remember, why?

- This is the same
wine that Matty had.

- So what?

What's this all about?

- Answer the question,
where did you get it?

- What's the difference?

- The difference is
that you taught my son

the same fucking song that Sam heard

the night that Matty died,
that's the difference.

Now answer the question,
where did you get the wine?

- What do I have to do?

Why is this so hard?

Haven't I said that
I love you?

Haven't I been like
a father to that boy?

I even had sex with
you for God's sake.

I even had sex with
you for God's sake!

You will never find a better
family man than me, pumpkin.

Not in this lifetime.

Oh no, you can't just
walk away from me.

- No, not ever.

- Stop!

- Jean?

- Help!

- I'll be back.

- Let me out!

- God!

- Mom?

I'm down here!

Help!

Help me!

- She's coming for
the wine toast.

- God!

- Damn!

- Don't worry, pumpkin.

I think we can work this out.

- I just want to stay
scared of you!

I just wanted to
take care of you.

- No.

No, no, no!

Leave her alone!

- You wouldn't hit me again,
would you, slugger?

- God!

- Todd?

Todd?

Are you all right?

- I'm okay, mom.

I'm okay.

- Shh, shh, shh....

- Captain, is
everything all right?

- It's gonna be okay.

- Shh, shh.

Till death.

- Yeah, it'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

- All right, mom.

Throw me another
good one, come on.

All right, right here,
right here.

Come on, throw it
a little harder.

Right here.

Get it.

- Oh, come on.

- I can get you.

- Tackle, tackle, tackle.

- Let's go home, honey.

- Let's go home.