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(upbeat bebop music)

- We'll get in.

Just remember, if anyone asks your name,

it's Al Jordan.

- Why Ah-oul Jordan?

- The same reason why my name is Sam Sendik.

It's a fraternity party. (Aldo sighs)

No Italians allowed.

- So why do we come here?

Girls, Aldo.

Beautiful girls.

(door claps)

(Sam vocalizes)

- Hello.

- (chuckles) Hello?

(music continues)

(handle clicks)

(Lisa grunts)

(door claps)

(handle clicks)

- Okay, we got 10 minutes.

Let's pee and we'll grab something to go.

- No, no, no. We eat here.

- Dad, come on. We're already two hours behind schedule.

- Who's schedule?

- Don't worry about mom.

I'll get her.

(door slams)

(handle clicks)

- Oh, what is his problem now?

- Aside from needing a psychiatrist?

- He is who he is, Lisa.

You're not going to change him.

- I'm not trying to change him.

I'm just trying to... (hands slapping)

Just trying to get to...

Just take my hand!

- Oh, don't treat me like a child.

- [Lisa] Well, don't act like one.

- You know, your father was never

really thrilled about Bill.

- Can we not do this now?

(Ella grunts) (door claps)

- Maybe he was right, who knows?

- And we're doing it.

- I thought you loved one another.

- We do.

We just don't make each other happy anymore.

- Oh, who makes you anyone happy after so many years?

Look at me and your dad.

- (exhales) No thanks.

- He hasn't always been who he is now, Lisa.

Life changes people.

You want fairytales. That's your problem.

- Yeah, that's my problem.

(upbeat bebop music)

- Ah-oul? (laughs)

What kind of name is Ah-oul?

- American, I think.

In Italian, we say Aldo.

- You're Italian? From Italy?

I've always wanted to go there.

All those naked statues.

- I'm sorry?

- The statues in Italy, they're all nude.

Very risque.

- Oh, no, they were not made for being risque.

(doorknob clicks)

The nudity is an artistic expression.

(door slams)

- Hey, pervert.

Why you talking to my girl about nudity?

- I did not know she was your girl.

- We were talking about art, Ritchie.

Italian art.

Aldo's from Italy.

- So what's he doing here?

- I study business administration.

- Not the school, greaser.

At this party.

Who'd you come with?

- No one.

I was walking. I saw a party.

- A fraternity party!

No dagos allowed.

- Ritchie!

- Shut your trap!

And you?

Get your dirty mafia ass outta here.

- The mafia is Sicilian.

I come from Rome.

Do not marry this man.

He will make you very unhappy.

- That's it, Wop. You're dead.

(arm whaps)

(shoes clattering)

(music continues)

(door claps) - [Ella] Are you all right?

- Oh, thank you.

(knob clicks)

- You left the car?

- Yeah, I left the car!

I brought mom up here because you left us in the car.

- You're crazy.

I have $20,000 cash in my suitcase.

- In your suitcase?

For what? A drug deal?

- No, for the grandchildren.

For Christmas.

- $20,000?

I knew I should have had kids.

- Yeah, you should have, huh?

Go stay with the car.

- You go stay by the car.

Lisa, you come sit with me.

- Nope, I'll go.

- Drug deal? What kind of bullshit is this?

- She was joking, Aldo.

Do you not know her at all?

(call button dinging) -What a shot! -Yes!

(call button dinging)

- Can we please just drop it?

- No, I want to know why.

Mira's suddenly such a problem for you.

- Mira's not the problem.

My parents are the problem.

- Why?

They know I have a daughter.

Oh my god.

They do know I have a daughter?

- Yes, but Mira is not your typical... daughter.

- So you're worried her sexuality will embarrass you.

- What is her sexuality?

It's constantly changing.

She's gay. She's straight.

She's bi. She's pan.

Had she even had sex?

- No, she's 16.

She's exploring right now.

She identifies as queer.

- Queer?

(scoffs) That was an insult when I was that age.

- Well, you're old, Darling.

- I just wanna have a nice, normal family Christmas.

- And whose family were you planning to have that with?

(whimsical music)

Very funny.

(bags ruffling)

(case jingles)

(case jingles)

(Lisa grunts) (handle snapping)

(horn honks) (tires screech)

(car door opening) - (panting) What?

Sweet Lord. I almost hit you.

- Yeah, I, I, I, I just, I was...

- Are you okay?

- (sighs) I think so.

Are you okay?

- Yes. (chuckles)

My heart stopped for a minute,

but I'm fine. - Yeah.

- Mom, are we parking or what?

- You go park.

- Whoo! Yeah!

- And go slow. (door claps)

(Lisa sighs)

He just got his license last month.

You got kids?

- No, but I am, I am driving my parents to Los Angeles

and they are in their second childhood, so...

(Tia chuckles)

That's gotta count for something.

- Heck, yeah, it counts for double.

- I'm good.

You good?

- Yes.

(Lisa sighs)

- No, don't stack 'em, they'll stick.

- They'll stick. I know.

I've been doing this for 20 years.

(shoes tapping)

- Can I help?

- Get me the parchment paper.

- You don't need parchment paper.

- Oh, no, no, no.

My job, you don't tell me how to do it.

- Okay, we are definitely in full on Christmas mode.

- You're changing for dinner, right?

- What?

- Your shirt.

- Dad, you bought me this shirt.

You have one just like it.

- Yeah, but we don't wear them in front of Grandpa.

- Why not?

- Yeah, why not?

- Because he's old school.

- So you're going to deny the truth

to validate his backwards ideology?

- Yes, yes, I am.

Because your mother doesn't like arguments on Christmas.

- And since your father can't state

his opinion to his family without yelling...

- Which is easy for your mom to say

because she only sees her family one week a year.

(Manuela sighs) - Okay, seriously guys?

You are acting like Grandma and Grandpa right now.

(playful music)

- Your mother is having a slice of lemon cake

and I am having a banana bread.

(Aldo laughs)

(Ella sighs)

- And your father is calling everyone he knows

to tell them what we are eating.

(phone claps)

- You hung up.

I was talking!

- To no one.

A machine.

(doorknob clicks)

Don't stare. (door claps)

- Why they dress like that?

- It's the fashion, Aldo.

Drink your coffee.

- This is not the America I came to.

(bluesy bebop music)

- This is not the America I came for.

It's a terrible place.

- It's not so bad.

- No, do people accuse you for nothing?

Call you names?

- Nazi, Heine, Kraut...

- You are German?

- Handsome and smart. (chuckles)

Well, you must be a college man.

- Business administration.

- Ah, so you want to be Rockefeller?

- Richer than Rockefeller.

- (laughs) Italians.

You think an awful lot of yourselves.

- So what do you study, Fraulein?

- Nothing.

I work at the gas company.

- And, uh, enjoy fraternity parties.

- No!

? Starless nights ?

- But my girlfriends do.

They think meeting college men

is the best way to a good future.

- [Aldo] Ah.

- And you are a college man!

And I have met you.

So my future is good.

I'm going home.

- Don't.

Please.

You're friends will worry and, uh...

I am enjoying our conversation.

- I am, Ah-oul...

? The rising sun ?

I am Aldo.

? Through the dawn ?

- I am Ella. ? Then swept away ?

- Why are you smiling?

- What? I can't smile?

- You never smile.

- I smile.

- Not at me.

(bags ruffling)

- Yeah, and then he hung up on me.

- [Tia] Mm.

So at this point, it looks like the divorce

is definitely on.

- Texting was the beginning

of the end of human communication.

I tell him that all the time, don't I?

- All the time.

And I tell her that's old age talking.

- (chuckles) Thanks, baby.

- I'm going for a walk.

- Okay, stay close.

I told your dad you'd be there by 3:00.

My ex is taking him skiing in Lake Tahoe for Christmas.

- You too?

- Four years.

He just remarried.

- That's gotta suck.

- No, it's good.

I'm happy for him.

- Really?

I can't even imagine that.

- It gets easier.

(bags ruffle)

Trust me.

- Okay, you told Santa you want a Doctor Barbie.

- The pizza chef comes with an oven and lots of cool stuff.

I wrote Santa another letter.

- You know, Santa gets really busy just before Christmas,

so if he didn't get a chance to read your letter, then...

- Olivia, can you go get the picture for Daddy?

I think he wants to see it. Go.

(Olivia chuckles)

I got her the Pizza Barbie.

- (scoffs) Great.

You know, you could have just called and told me to get it.

But no, you always have to do this.

You always have to-

- [Olivia] I found it!

- Wow, Olivia!

That's beautiful.

Did you make that?

- It was either a unicorn, a robot, or a bowl of fruit.

And I picked a bowl of fruit.

I gotta go. Grandma and Grandpa are here.

- Okay, I'll see you tomorrow...

(sliding door whirs)

Fucking divorce. (lid slams)

(sliding door claps)

More boxes?

- Brother, I am signing the lease on Monday.

- Right. (chuckles)

- No, seriously.

I've got an appointment with a realtor-

- Look, I've been where you're at.

If Lisa called tomorrow-

- Oh, she won't. (laughs)

I told her, "It is over."

- And why would you do that?

- Look, it's just... (sighs)

It's just too damn hard, man.

She's, she's all over the map, all the time, it�s-

I-I never know what's coming next.

What?

- Nothing.

Just those are the exact words you used

when you told me why you were falling in love with her.

(Bill sighs)

So, are we gonna do Jing Fong and "This Old House"

or Dinosaur Bar-B-Que and �Bellator�?

(Bill exhales)

- [Phone Ringtone: Aldo�s voice] Call me. Call me.

Call me. Call me. Call me.

Call me. Call me. Call me. Call...

(phone clicks)

- Hey, Dad, What's up?

- I can't find Dino!

- Oh, Aldo, don't.

- I, I have been calling.

He won't call me back.

- He's busy.

- Marco is busy.

He answers his phone.

- Dad, Dino and I are different guys, okay?

Hang in. He'll call.

- Did you make the ravioli?

- Putting it in the freezer.

All we need now is you.

Get here safe, okay?

I love you.

- I love you too.

(buttons clicking)

- [Answering Service] Hey, it's Dino.

Leave a message. (answering service beeps)

- You want a message?

Fucking call your Dad back!

He's your father!

He's 80 years old!

Have respect for once in your goddamn life!

(phone clatters)

- You didn't wish him a Merry Christmas.

(Marco chuckles)

(whimsical music)

- What would I be without you?

- An even louder man?

(whimsical music continues)

- That first year was bad.

Felt like someone cut a piece outta me.

I couldn't function right.

- Mm, that's the feeling.

- And I kept trying to figure it out, you know?

Where that piece was and how I could find it

and get back to normal.

- Well how did you find it?

- I didn't.

It was gone just like my marriage was

because it was my marriage.

- Wow.

That is a bad story.

- (chuckles) Well, it isn't finished.

Is "Sleeping Beauty" a bad story

because she pricks her finger halfway through?

- No. "Sleeping Beauty" is a bad story

because it promotes female passivity and princess culture.

Not to mention, the whole consent quagmire.

Yeah, I teach women's and gender studies.

Or I did.

That's another bad story.

- Anyway... (chuckles)

One day, I stopped focusing on what was missing

and started seeing what was there, what was mine.

- And it was good, right?

- No! (Lisa scoffs)

I mean some of it was,

but a lot of it was crap I was holding onto

because I thought I had to.

Or I was too lazy to lose.

I sorted through that mess

like I was cleaning out my garage.

- Mm. - Kept what served me

and tossed all the rest.

(footsteps tapping)

- Mom, we need to go.

- Oh, yes we do.

Run inside and get me something with chocolate, will you?

- No! There's a huge line.

- Oh, uh, yeah.

I have chocolate in my suitcase. I can grab it.

- I'll get the car. Keys?

(keys rattle) - Thank you. For your story.

- I didn't tell it for me.

- I know.

You okay with a hug?

- Heck, yeah!

- Oh, thank you.

- You'll sort it out.

- I think I will.

(hand pats)

(latch clicks)

(keys clicking) (plane droning)

(indistinct chattering)

- You didn't tell me you joined Facebook.

- Uh, I was curious.

Just, you know, everybody's on it.

You, Marco, Lisa, I just thought I would-

- She's not on it.

- Who?

- Sarah. I've checked.

She's not on Instagram either.

- Why are you looking for Sarah on Facebook?

- Why are you?

Darling, it's fine. It's normal.

We just saw her, it's only natural you would-

(lid claps) - It's not what I was doing.

- Her daughter's lovely.

Seems about Mira's age.

- Didn't notice.

- Really?

You looked right at her.

(Tano sighs) (whimsical music)

- Get it out? - [Noam] Sure.

- [Lisa] You got it? - [Noam] Yeah.

- [Aldo] Hey, you!

Get away from my daughter!

- What?

- God, No, no, Dad!

- I just called 9-1-1!

- You what?

- Shit.

Mom! - This is my friend's kid.

- Your friend?

I-I-I thought it was like a... I know what you thought!

- What's going on, baby? You okay?

- No! This old white dude just called the cops on me.

- The cops? For what?

- For nothing.

Look, you guys go and I will take care of him.

- Oh, no, we're staying right here

so I can tell the police that he made a false report!

Then we'll see!

- Tia, I-I know where you're coming from.

- You have no idea where I'm coming from.

- I didn't call them!

- What?

- I-I-I-I said that to scare him.

- Oh my God!

Just leave!

- I can't find your mother.

- Go!

Ah! God, I'm so sorry.

- It's... - No, no, it's, it's not okay.

- Oh, no, it's not okay,

but it's on him to apologize, not you.

- He never apologizes. For anything.

- Well you doing it for him isn't helping anyone.

See, that's the type of crap you gotta toss out.

- Well... he's my dad. (gasping)

- Oh, God, no.

If I ate that now, I'd taste sour

every time I smelled chocolate.

Merry Christmas.

(shoes shuffling)

(chocolate thumps)

- I don't understand.

You say you like America, but not Americans?

- America is an ideal.

People are real.

They are flawed no matter what country they live in.

- You are so intelligent, Ella.

You should be studying.

- I would love to, but my mother says people like us work.

We don't study.

- Your mother is wrong.

- Would you like to tell her that?

- Yes! Take me to her.

- She doesn't trust Italians.

- Good, we have something in common.

(Ella chuckles)

(partygoers giggling)

- Uh, I should go find my friends.

I need to go home.

- So soon?

- It's 10:30.

- Holy smoke!

Every second I have been in this country felt like hours.

Hours with you? (mimics poof)

Seconds.

- It, it was lovely.

- This is how life should be, yes?

Every second, so beautiful.

So interesting.

It goes too fast. (snickers)

- In a dream world.

- We can make a dream world, Ella.

This is America.

- I thought America was a terrible place.

- Not anymore.

(doorknob clicks)

- I found her.

- Found me? I wasn't lost.

I went to the bathroom.

- Get in the car.

- What's wrong with her?

- She's mad because I tried to protect her.

(Lisa scoffs)

- You tried to protect me?

That was my friend's kid.

- Your friend?

Your friend was here in Barstow?

- You did something so egregious and offensive and illegal.

- What did you do?

- I thought he was stealing our money!

- And when you found out he wasn't,

you didn't even say you were sorry.

That's not normal.

- Honey, your father's not normal.

You should know that by now.

- Don't.

Jesus. Don't try to make it okay.

It's not okay.

It's not okay for him to hurt people

with zero remorse because, "That's the way he is, Lisa."

"That's the way he's always been."

It's wrong. It's always been wrong.

And you trying to make it okay, just makes it worse.

(door rattles)

- Well, she told me.

- Hmph, unbelievable.

(footsteps tapping)

(fridge door thuds)

- Next year we're going to Bogata for Christmas.

Let Dino deal with my parents.

- Then we'll have to deal with my parents.

- Cabo then?

- Austria.

- London. - Iceland.

- Rome!

- You know we won't, right?

- Of course we won't.

- Just making sure.

- That's why I love you.

(lips smooch)

(plane droning)

(indistinct chattering)

(seat creaks)

(playful music)

(keys clicking)

(handle clicks)

(gentle music)

(handle clicks)

- This is your car?

You are Rockefeller!

- No, no.

I'm much more handsome.

And it is the car of my boss.

- Your boss?

You said you were in college.

- Only on the weekdays.

At night and for weekends, I work selling cars.

This week I sold the most of everyone

and my boss let me take it to drive

the most beautiful woman in America around the town.

You are disappointed I need to work?

- Disappointed?

No.

- Then why such a look on your face?

- I think I may have just seen my future.

(gentle music)

(handle clicks)

(door claps)

- I don't like how you talked to me.

- I didn't like it either. I'm sorry.

- And he hasn't always been like this.

He was a very different man.

Once upon a time.

(gentle music)

(gentle music fades)

(upbeat music)

? Tick tock and the record stops the sound ?

? Still hear the needle scratching around ?

? Kid flies a kite outside ?

? And you can tell it's summertime ?

? The ice cream truck chimes are out of tune ?

? It keeps going on and on ?

? Subtle changes make a brand new sound ?

? That I'm gonna play, play, play ?

? And maybe you think I'm wrong ?

? But I don't really care what should go on ?

? At the end of it all ?

? We are the same ?

? Wake up in the spring of '75 ?

? Life looks kinda blurry behind blue eyes ?

(music fades)

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