Original subtitles

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Julia: HEY.

Sean: HEY, BABE, I'M ON MY WAY.

YOU NEED ANYTHING?

Julia: I'M BURIED IN THE

MYSTERIES OF THE ADRENAL GLAND.

CAN YOU PICK UP TAKEOUT FOR

DINNER? I WAS THINKING P.J.'s

LIME CHICKEN.

Sean: DIDN'T WE HAVE LIME

CHICKEN ON MONDAY?

Julia: THEN GET GARLIC CHICKEN.

Sean: HOW ABOUT THE ORANGE

CHICKEN?

[CAR ALARM GOES OFF]

Man: * OUT OF EVERY LONELY

MOMENT

THERE WAS ALWAYS A MOMENT

THAT I KNEW *

[CAR ALARM CONTINUES]

* AHH *

* MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL *

* MAKE ME

A PERFECT SOUL,

A PERFECT MIND,

A PERFECT FACE,

A PERFECT

LIFE *

Julia: SEAN McNAMARA?

OH, MY GOD. ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

Sean: I'M FINE.

Julia: IS HE ALL RIGHT?

Christian: MIRACULOUSLY, YES.

Julia: OH, SEAN, THIS IS WHY

I'VE BEEN NAGGING AT YOU TO GET

ONE OF THOSE HANDS-FREE THINGS

FOR YOUR CAR PHONE.

Sean: IT WOULDN'T HAVE MADE ANY

DIFFERENCE. THE GUY RAN A STOP

SIGN.

Julia: IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE

FACT THAT YOU COULD HAVE DIED.

Intern: HEY! THIS IS MY PATIENT.

Christian: AND HE'S MY PARTNER

AND BEST FRIEND. WHY WOULD I

LEAVE HIS MUG IN YOUR

INEXPERIENCED HANDS? I HAVE

PUBLIC HAIRS THAT ARE OLDER THAN

YOU.

YOU NEED TO TAKE A FEW DAYS OFF.

I CAN HANDLE THE FARM.

Sean: CHRISTIAN, I'M FINE.

Christian: IS THAT WHY YOU LET

ME PUT 3 SUTURES IN WITHOUT

NOVOCAINE? YOU'RE IN SHOCK.

IT'S A NORMAL RESPONSE TO SUDDEN

TRAUMA.

Sean: I KNOW WHAT SHOCK IS,

CHRISTIAN, AND I'M NOT IN IT.

Christian: THEN WHERE'S YOUR

OTHER SHOE?

Officer: Dr. McNAMARA? I'M

OFFICER STRAND. I NEED TO GET A

REPORT WHEN YOU FEEL UP TO IT.

AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY

ABOUT LIABILITY. WE GOT PLENTY

OF WITNESSES WHO SAY IT WAS THE

OTHER GUY'S FAULT.

Sean: HOW IS THE OTHER GUY?

Strand: HE DIDN'T MAKE IT.

HE DIED IN THE O.R. A FEW

MINUTES AGO.

Sean: THAT'S A MISTAKE. I SAW

HIM WALK OUT OF HIS CAR. HE WAS

FINE.

Strand: INTERNAL BLEEDING OR

SOMETHING. I'M NOT A DOCTOR.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Gina: WHERE'S MY BABY, ASSHOLE?

I COULD CALL THE COPS. THIS IS

KIDNAPPING.

Christian: JAMES HAS HIM.

HE'S SUING FOR FULL CUSTODY.

Gina: FULL CUSTODY? FROM ME?

Christian: CONGRATULATIONS,

GINA. IN YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPT

TO SCREW WITH ME, YOU HANDED

WILBUR TO THE ONE PERSON WHO CAN

ACTUALLY TAKE HIM FROM US.

Gina: HE CAN'T DO THAT. YOU

CAN'T TAKE A BABY AWAY FROM ITS

MOTHER.

OH, GOD. CHRISTIAN, WHAT ARE WE

GONNA DO?

Christian: DON'T. THIS IS YOUR

FAULT.

Gina: HEY. YOU'RE THE SELFISH

PRICK WHO DIDN'T HAVE THE

DECENCY TO TURN THE 3 OF US INTO

A REAL FAMILY. WHY AREN'T YOU AT

YOUR LAWYER'S OFFICE FIGHTING

THIS?

Christian: IT'S A LITTLE LATE

FOR THAT.

AND AS YOU KEEP REMINDING ME,

I DON'T HAVE ANY LEGAL RIGHTS.

AND I GAVE JAMES ENOUGH DIRT ON

YOU TO HAVE THE STATE TIE YOUR

TUBES.

WE'RE DONE. HE'S GONE.

Gina: SO THAT'S IT? YOU'RE JUST

PACKING UP HIS SHIT AND MOVING

ON? NOW, ISN'T THAT SO TYPICAL?

DON'T YOU HAVE ANY FEELINGS FOR

WILBUR? IF I WERE TO STAB YOU IN

THE HEART, WOULD I HIT ICE, HUH?

Christian: HEY. I LOVE THAT KID.

Gina: THE WHY AREN'T YOU

FIGHTING FOR HIM? YOU ARE SO

SCARED TO GET YOUR DICK LOPPED

OFF THAT YOU WON'T STICK IT OUT

FOR YOUR OWN SON.

Matt: HEY.

Sean: HEY.

[VIDEO GAME SOUND EFFECTS]

Sean: THE SOUND IS GIVING ME A

HEADACHE.

Matt: OH. SORRY.

HOW ARE YOU DOIN'?

Sean: GOOD. A FEW ACHES AND

PAINS.

Matt: YOU KNOW, WHEN MOM TOLD ME

YOU GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT, I

DIDN'T BREATHE AGAIN UNTIL I SAW

YOU WITH MY OWN EYES.

Sean: IF I HADN'T BEEN WEARING A

SEATBELT, YOU MIGHT HAVE HAD TO

SEE ME IN A COFFIN. THAT'S WHY

I'M ALWAYS ON YOUR ASS

TO BUCKLE UP.

Matt: WHAT YOU READING?

Sean: CONSUMER REPORTS AUTO

SAFETY GUIDE. WE'RE GONNA HAVE

TO GET A NEW CAR.

Matt: OHH. LET ME GUESS--ANOTHER

AUDI OR A VOLVO WAGON.

Sean: THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH

A CAR THAT'S DESIGNED TO EXTEND

YOUR LIFE.

Matt: YEAH, THERE IS, IF THAT'S

ALL IT'S DESIGNED TO DO.

Sean: WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO

MEAN?

Matt: NOTHING. WE JUST SEE

THINGS DIFFERENTLY, THAT'S ALL.

YOU LIKE THE FAMILY TRUCKSTER

AND I LIKE CHRISTIAN'S FERRARI.

YOU KNOW, LET'S FACE IT, DAD.

NOT EVEN CHRISTIAN COULD GET

LAID IN A VOLVO WAGON.

Sean: YOU THINK I'M A PUSSY.

Matt: I DIDN'T SAY THAT.

Sean: WELL, YOU'RE WRONG.

I'M VERY BOLD.

Matt: OH, COME ON, DAD. LOOK,

YOU COULD WRITE A BOOK ON THE

DANGERS OF MUNDANE SITUATIONS.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

I'M THE ONLY KID I KNOW OF WHO

NEVER HAD THE CARPETS IN HIS

HOUSE CLEANED BECAUSE OF YAMAHA

SYNDROME.

Sean: IT'S KAWASAKI SYNDROME,

AND IT'S A VERY REAL ISSUE.

OVERLY STRIPPED CARPET FIBERS

ARE HAVENS FOR DUST MITES.

CHILDREN CAN GET VERY SERIOUS

LUNG AILMENTS FROM THEM.

Julia: HEY, UH, DID YOU E-MAIL

THAT CAR COMPANY?

Sean: YES. I WANTED TO THANK

THEM. THEIR SAFETY FEATURES

SAVED MY LIFE.

Julia: IT MUST HAVE BEEN A

PRETTY GOOD E-MAIL. THEY'RE ON

THE PHONE.

Kipner: THE CAR COMPANY

GENERALLY FORWARDS US ANY

CONSUMER FEEDBACK LIKE THAT

THANK-YOU E-MAIL THAT YOU SENT.

ONE OF OUR GUYS FLAGGED YOU AS A

LOCAL PLASTIC SURGEON, AND WE

FIGURED WE'D BRING YOU IN. WE

WANT YOUR EXPERTISE.

Sean: SORRY. FOR WHAT?

Kipner: CLIMB IN.

DR. McNAMARA, LUXURY CARS ARE

LOADED WITH SAFETY FEATURES. YOU

COULD FILL THIS THING WITH EGGS

AND CRASH IT AT 40 MILES PER

HOUR WITHOUT BREAKING ONE SHELL.

Sean: IMPRESSIVE.

Kipner: YEAH. BUT NOT PERFECT.

THAT CUT ON YOUR FACE--HAPPENS

ALL THE TIME. BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA

CAUSED BY THE AIR BAGS. MUSLIN

SKIN DUMMIES CAN'T TELL US

ANYMORE WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE

WHEN THE SAFETY STUFF HITS THEM.

Sean: WHAT DO YOU USE?

[ZIPPER]

Kipner: THE BODIES COME FROM A

SPECIAL DONOR PROGRAM. YOU READ

THOSE GOVERNMENT CRASH TEST

RESULTS BEFORE YOU BUY A CAR?

Sean: RELIGIOUSLY.

Kipner: SO DOES EVERYONE AND

THEIR BROTHER. THE PROBLEM IS,

IF WE DON'T GET OUR RESULTS IN

BEFORE PUBLICATION, WE DON'T GET

IN THE REPORT, AND THEN PEOPLE

DON'T BUY OUR CARS. WE'VE GOT 10

DAYS BEFORE THE FALL DEADLINE,

AND WE'VE JUST LOST OUR MEDICAL

EXPERT DUE TO, UH, WELL, UH,

WORK-RELATED STRESSES.

OK, THERE ARE FREAK CASES--ONE

IN A MILLION--WHEN THE BAGS

BALLOON OUT IN A FUNNY ANGLE

AND...DECAPITATE THE DRIVER.

IT HAPPENED WITH ONE OF

THE CADAVERS. KIND OF SPOOKED

THE DOC.

Sean: WHAT WOULD THE JOB ENTAIL?

Kipner: EXAMINING THE BODIES

AFTER WE MASH THEM. LOOKING FOR

THE HIDDEN BUMPS AND BRUISES SO

THAT WE CAN RECALIBRATE OUR

SYSTEMS AND MAKE SURE THAT WE'RE

TREATING OUR PAYING CUSTOMERS

MORE KINDLY.

AND WE'D THROW IN A FREE CAR.

TOP-OF-THE-LINE MODEL.

NAVIGATION, XM SATELLITE RADIO,

HANDS-FREE PHONE.

Sean: MY WIFE WOULD CERTAINLY

LOVE THAT.

Kipner: YOU WANT TO HIT THE

B.O.D.?

Sean: THE B.O.D.?

Brody: BUTTON OF DEATH.

I NAMED IT.

Kipner: HEY, YOU OK? BRODY, GO

GET THE DOC SOMETHING FROM THE

MACHINES.

Sean: NO, I'M FINE. BUT I'M

SORRY, MR. KIPNER, I'M GONNA

HAVE TO TURN DOWN YOUR OFFER.

Christian: WHAT HAPPENED, RENTAL

CAR WOULDN'T START? I TOLD YOU

TO UPGRADE TO THE PREMIUM MODEL.

Sean: I COULDN'T DRIVE. I

COULDN'T EVEN PUT THE CAR IN

GEAR. I WAS FROZEN.

Christian: POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS

DISORDER.

Sean: I DIDN'T GO TO WAR,

CHRISTIAN. I HAD A CAR ACCIDENT.

Christian: YOUR BRAIN DOESN'T

CARE IF IT WAS A BULLET OR A

YUGO. YOU FACED DEATH.

Sean: YOU KNOW THE WORST PART OF

IT? HOW FAMILIAR IT ALL FEELS...

BEING AFRAID TO EVEN MOVE.

I'VE FELT THAT WAY MOST OF MY

LIFE.

Christian: WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID

OF?

Sean: I DON'T KNOW.

DYING.

Christian: IS THAT ALL?

Sean: WHAT'S ALL THAT?

Christian: WILBUR'S STUFF FROM

MY APARTMENT. I'M GIVING IT TO

CHARITY.

Sean: GETTING RID OF THE

EVIDENCE DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN

ERADICATE MEMORIES, CHRISTIAN.

Christian: DECIDING TO RAISE A

BABY THAT WASN'T MY OWN WAS THE

WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE.

AND I HAVE AN IMPRESSIVE LIST.

I JUST WANT IT ALL TO GO AWAY.

Sean: TELL ME WHAT YOU DON'T

LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Gideon: 229 FEET. THAT'S THE

DISTANCE BETWEEN THE BOTTOM OF

THE HILLARY STEP AND THE

SUMMIT AT 29,029. THAT'S WHERE I

DONATED MY NOSE AND HALF MY

FINGERS TO CHOMOLUNGMA, THE

MOTHER GODDESS OF THE WORLD.

AT MT. EVEREST, WE GOT PINNED

DOWN FOR 2 HOURS THERE IN A

STORM.

Christian: DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE

OF WHAT YOUR FACE LOOKED LIKE

BEFORE YOU SUFFERED FROSTBITE

TRAUMA?

Gideon: HERE.

WHAT GOT ME OFF THE HILL--JUST

THE THOUGHT OF A GRADUATION OR

WEDDING DANCE CAN GET YOU

THROUGH ANYTHING.

Sean: NOT TO BE TOO PERSONAL,

MR. GIDEON, BUT WITH SUCH A

LARGE FAMILY TO SUPPORT, WHY DID

YOU RISK THE CLIMB IN THE FIRST

PLACE?

Gideon: I WAS A MEDIC IN THE

SPECIAL FORCES. I, UH, I JUMPED

OUT OF HELICOPTERS. THEN I MET

MY WIFE, HAD MY KIDS, AND GOT A

JOB AS A HIGH SCHOOL GUIDANCE

COUNSELOR, AND FOR THE FIRST

TIME IN MY LIFE I FELT...

SCARED.

Sean: WHAT WERE YOU SCARED OF?

Gideon: LOSING WHO I WAS.

BUT WHEN YOU ARE TICKING OFF THE

YEARS PAST 40 AND THE SAILING IS

SMOOTH, SUDDENLY YOU REALIZE,

STATISTICALLY SPEAKING,

I'M CLOSER TO THE END OF MY

LIFE THAN I AM TO THE BEGINNING.

I DECIDED THAT I WANTED MY KIDS

TO GROW UP WITH THE MEMORY OF A

FATHER WHO HAD LIVED HIS LIFE

RATHER THAN THE SHELL OF A MAN

WHO SURRENDERED TO FEAR. SO I,

UH, STARTED CLIMBING MOUNTAINS.

Sean: MR. GIDEON, TO REPAIR YOUR

INJURIES, WE'LL FIRST NEED TO

REMOVE THE OBVIOUS DEAD TISSUE

AND THEN GRAFT SKIN FROM A

HARVEST SITE ON YOUR BODY.

IF WE DO OUR JOB CORRECTLY,

THERE'LL BE MINIMAL SCARRING.

Gideon: A SMALL PRICE TO PAY FOR

THE RUSH OF BEING ON TOP OF THE

WORLD.

Christian: WHAT HAPPENS NOW THAT

YOU'VE LOST THE ABILITY TO GET

THAT...RUSH?

Gideon: LOST IT, MY ASS.

I'M GOING BACK. THAT ICE-COVERED

BITCH TOOK MY NOSE--I'M TAKING

HER SUMMIT.

Sean: NOT TO BE A FATALIST,

BUT...WHAT IF YOU DON'T?

Gideon: YOU KNOW, FREEZING TO

DEATH ISN'T THAT BAD A WAY TO

GO. SERIOUSLY, YOUR BODY GOES

NUMB, SO THERE'S NO PAIN.

THE WAY I FELT UP ON THAT HILL,

DURING THAT STORM, MY BODY WAS

TOTALLY NUMB, BUT ON THE INSIDE,

I WAS ON FIRE. I'D TAKE A NUMB

NOSE OVER A NUMB SOUL ANY DAY.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Christian: GET YOUR COAT AND

YOUR BITCH ON. WE'RE MEETING

WITH MY LAWYER IN AN HOUR. THEY

AREN'T TAKING OUR SON WITHOUT

A FIGHT.

Sean: MR. KIPNER. ABOUT THAT

FREE CAR...I'M A BIG FAN OF

NIGHT BLUE.

Brody: HIS NAME WAS MIKE.

BIG MIKE.

BEST BUDDY IN THE WORLD.

WE WORKED HERE LOADING THE

MASHER TOGETHER 10 YEARS.

THAT'S MY GOING-AWAY PRESENT FOR

HIM.

I FIGURED A GUY WHO NEVER DID

ANYTHING EXCITING HIS ENTIRE

LIFE...

DESERVED ONE GOOD THRILL BEFORE

WE PUT HIM IN THE GROUND.

Sean: HOW DID YOU GET AWAY WITH

THAT?

Brody: FUDGED SOME PAPERWORK,

GOT HIM IN THE PROGRAM.

MIKE AND I WERE THE PRESIDENTS

OF THE GONNA CLUB.

AS IN...WE WERE GONNA DO A LOT

OF THINGS.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

IT'S JUST...SINCE WE STARTED

PUTTING REAL PEOPLE IN THE

MASHER, IT WAS LIKE, DAMN,

IT COULD BE US.

WE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING.

SOMETHING THAT JUST...SCARED THE

PISS OUT OF US.

Sean: LIKE WHAT?

Sean: SHARK DIVING?

Brody: MIKEY AND I WERE SCARED

SHITLESS OF SHARKS.

Sean: OH, ME, TOO. EVER SINCE I

SAW JAWS.

Brody: YOU, UH, YOU MIND IF I

HIT THE B.O.D., DOC?

Sean: NO, PLEASE.

Brody: RIDE OF YOUR LIFE, MIKEY.

Sean: LOW-GRADE ABRASIONS

AROUND THE THORAX AND LOWER

EXTREMITIES. ONE-INCH SCRAPE

ALONG THE CLAVICLE, INDICATING

BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA. SMALL

LACERATION OF THE LEFT CHEEK...

JUST BELOW THE EYE.

Judge: FIRST, I WANT TO THANK

ALL OF YOU FOR AGREEING TO GO TO

ARBITRATION ON THIS. COURT CASES

CAN BE UGLY AND EXPENSIVE. AND

JUST SO WE'RE ALL CLEAR, IS

THERE NO WAY I CAN CONVINCE YOU

TO SHARE CUSTODY?

James: WE LIVE 3,000 MILES AWAY.

JOINT CUSTODY IS NOT AN OPTION.

Judge: BUT YOU'RE ASKING FOR

MORE THAN JUST FULL CUSTODY,

MR. SUTHERLAND. YOU WANT CLOSED

CUSTODY. YOU DON'T WANT THE

MOTHER INVOLVED IN THE CHILD'S

LIFE AT ALL.

Cicily: I ASSUME YOU'VE

READ OVER THE INFORMATION WE

PROVIDED ABOUT MS. RUSSO'S

SEXUAL ADDICTION.

Gina: I--I'M IN RECOVERY.

Cicily: AND HOW WAS

THAT RECOVERY GOING WHEN YOU HAD

UNPROTECTED SEX WITH MY AT THE

AIRPORT RAMADA?

Christian: GINA IS WORKING HARD

TO DEAL WITH HER...ILLNESS.

HAVE YOU SEEN THE RECOMMENDATION

FROM HER S.A. SPONSOR?

Gina: AND THE ONE FROM MY

SHRINK.

Judge: I HAVE. IN TERMS OF

TESTIMONIALS, THOSE GOOD ONES

ARE OUTWEIGHED BY THE NUMEROUS

LESS FLATTERING AFFIDAVITS FROM

YOUR AND MS. RUSSO'S EXTENSIVE

LIST OF FORMER...ACQUAINTANCES.

Cicily: WHAT KIND OF

MAN IS THIS CHILD GOING TO GROW

UP TO BE IF HE HAS ONE PARENT

WHO SEES COMMITMENT AS SOMETHING

THAT ENDS WHEN THE MARTINI WEARS

OFF, AND THE OTHER WHO SEES

HERSELF AS NOTHING MORE THAN

A SEXUAL RECEPTACLE?

James: THERE IS NO NEED

TO BE CRUEL.

Cicily: DON'T YOU DARE

DEFEND HER IN FRONT OF ME. YOU

WANT THIS BABY, I'M GETTING IT

FOR YOU.

NOT THAT I DON'T WANT HIM, TOO.

Christian: LISTEN. ROLE MODELS

COME IN MANY FORMS. YES, GINA IS

FLAWED. BUT SHE'S WORKING HARD

TO OVERCOME HER ILLNESS.

Cicily: WHO ARE YOU?

Christian: EXCUSE ME?

Cicily: YOU'RE NOT HER

HUSBAND OR HER BOYFRIEND. FROM

WHAT MY HUSBAND TELLS ME, YOU

DON'T EVEN LIKE HER. YOU'RE NOT

THE CHILD'S FATHER, SO WHY ARE

YOU HERE?

Judge: IT'S A FAIR QUESTION,

DOCTOR. EVEN IF I WERE TO GRANT

CUSTODY TO MS. RUSSO, YOU WOULD

HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE ADOPTION

PROCESS BEFORE YOU HAD ANY LEGAL

PARENTAL RIGHTS.

Christian: I NEVER HAD A REAL

FATHER. I NEVER HAD SOMEONE LOVE

ME SO MUCH THAT HE RISKED

CHANGING HIS LIFE FOR ME...

LIKE I HAVE FOR WILBUR.

I LOVE HIM.

I LOVE HIM MORE THAN I'VE EVER

LOVED ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN MY

LIFE.

CICILY'S RIGHT.

I'VE HELD HUNDREDS OF WOMEN IN

MY BED AND...COUNTED THE MINUTES

TILL THE SUN CAME UP AND I

COULD...GET RID OF THEM...

BUT...WHEN IT'S LATE AT NIGHT

AND THAT LITTLE BOY IS ASLEEP IN

MY ARMS...

I WISH THE EARTH COULD

JUST...FREEZE THERE FOREVER.

Sean: YOU'RE RIGHT, SWEETIE.

FRISKY'S PREGNANT.

Annie: YOU'RE GONNA BE A MOMMY.

Julia: SO?

Sean: IT'S A MASSIVE TUMOR.

Julia: OHH...

WELL, AS DIFFICULT AS IT MAY BE,

WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO TELL HER THE

TRUTH.

Sean: CAN'T WE LET HER CELEBRATE

LIFE A LITTLE BEFORE SHE HAS TO

DEAL WITH DEATH?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Julia: THANK YOU.

GOOD NIGHT.

Sean: JESUS, JULES. HOW ABOUT A

LITTLE VARIETY?

Julia: WELL, WITH YOUR SENSITIVE

STOMACH, SEAN, THERE ARE ONLY SO

MANY PLACES WE CAN ORDER FROM.

Sean: I DON'T HAVE A SENSITIVE

STOMACH.

Matt: YEAH, RIGHT. DO YOU

REMEMBER THE TIME THAT CHRISTIAN

TOOK US TO THAT, UH, COOL

VIETNAMESE RESTAURANT AND ALL

YOU ATE WAS RICE?

Julia: AND YOU STILL HAD

DIARRHEA.

Sean: IT WAS A BUG!

Matt: OH, LOOK, DAD, IT'S

NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF.

YOU JUST...LIKE WHAT YOU LIKE,

THAT'S ALL.

Sean: OK, THAT'S IT. WE'RE NOT

WASTING ONE MORE NIGHT OF OUR

LIVES EATING THE SAME DAMN BLAND

CHICKEN. THIS FAMILY IS GONNA

START EXPERIENCING LIFE.

Matt: WELL, WHERE ARE WE GONNA

GO?

Sean: SOMEWHERE WHERE THEY DON'T

SERVE CHICKEN.

YOU DRIVE.

Annie: WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD

WIN IN A FIGHT, A SHARK OR A

BEAR?

Matt: A SHARK DEFINITELY.

SHARK TALK FREAKING YOU OUT,

DAD?

Julia: 4 CALIFORNIA ROLLS, 4

SPICY TUNA ROLLS, 4 SPICY

YELLOWTAIL--

Sean: SORRY. NO CHICKEN OF THE

SEA, JULES. 2 SEA URCHIN, 2 LIVE

BABY SHRIMP, 2 GIANT CLAM...

EXCUSE ME.

Waitress: MM-HMM?

Sean: WHAT IS THIS HERE?

Waitress: FUGU...BLOWFISH.

Matt: ISN'T THAT THE STUFF THAT

CAN KILL YOU IF IT'S NOT MADE

RIGHT?

Waitress: VERY UNCOMMON. THERE'S

POISON IN THE SPIKES. BAD CHEF

AND--[MAKES CUTTING NOISE]--

BUT OUR CHEFS ARE VERY GOOD.

Sean: LET'S TRY IT.

Julia: STOP JOKING AROUND, SEAN.

Sean: I'M SERIOUS. SHE SAID THE

CHEFS WERE GOOD.

Julia: COME ON, SEAN. THERE'S A

BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SHAKING

THINGS UP AND KILLING YOURSELF.

Matt: NO. RELAX, MOM. HE'S JUST

SCREWING WITH US.

Sean: BRING US AN ORDER OF FUGU.

Waitress: HAI. [CALLING OUT

ORDER IN JAPANESE]

All: FUGU!

Julia: DID YOU HAVE AN MRI AFTER

THE ACCIDENT? BECAUSE I THINK

YOU HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE.

Sean: NOT DAMAGE, JULIA,

AWARENESS.

Waitress: EXCUSE ME.

Sean: OH.

Julia: OK, SEAN, ENOUGH. THIS

ISN'T FUNNY.

Sean: COME ON, JULES. WE'RE

TAKING A BIGGER RISK BY DRIVING

HOME. WHAT DO YOU THINK, MATTY?

Matt: I'LL TRY IT IF YOU WILL.

Julia: NO, MATT, YOU'RE NOT

EATING IT, BECAUSE WE'RE

LEAVING. IT'S ONE THING TO PUT

YOURSELF IN DANGER.

ENCOURAGING YOUR CHILDREN TO DO

THE SAME THING IS OVER THE LINE.

COME ON, ANNIE, MATT.

Matt: IT'S PRETTY BOLD, DAD.

DON'T DIE OR ANYTHING.

Sean: NOT ON YOUR LIFE.

Matt: SEE YA.

Sean: EXCUSE ME. HOW LONG DOES

IT TAKE FOR THE SYMPTOMS TO KICK

IN IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG?

Waitress: THE CHEF LEAVES SOME

BLOWFISH TOXIN IN, JUST ENOUGH

SO YOUR LIPS AND TONGUE FEEL

NUMB. IT'S CALLED "THE TASTE OF

DEATH." POISON WORKS FAST,

THOUGH. 15 SECONDS GO BY AND YOU

FEEL NOTHING BUT THE TASTE,

YOU'RE A-OK.

[TAIKO DRUMS PLAYING]

Supremes: * NO MOUNTAIN HIGH

ENOUGH

NO, OH

NO VALLEY LOW ENOUGH

OOH

NO RIVER WIDE ENOUGH

OHH

TO KEEP ME FROM YOU

AIN'T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH

OOH

AIN'T NO VALLEY LOW ENOUGH

SAY IT AGAIN

AIN'T NO RIVER WIDE ENOUGH

HEY

TO KEEP ME FROM YOU

AIN'T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH *

Sean: THEY BILL IT AS SHARK

ALLEY. IT'S A FEEDING CHANNEL

OFF THE KEYS.

Christian: ARE FUNERAL EXPENSES

INCLUDED IN THE PRICE OF THE

DIVE?

Sean: SO FAR THEY'VE ONLY HAD

ONE INCIDENT, AND THAT GUY WAS

IRRITATING THE SHARKS.

Christian: HOW DOES ONE IRRITATE

A SHARK?

YOU WANT TO BE BOLD? START SLOW.

WEAR SOME FLAP-FRONT PANTS.

Sean: SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS

YOU'RE A PUSSY.

Christian: THERE'S A DIFFERENCE

BETWEEN BEING A PUSSY AND BEING

RESPECTFUL OF FEAR. IT'S WHAT

REMINDS ME TO SLIDE ON A JOHNNY

HAT EVERY TIME I PERFORM A

SLIP-IN-DICK-TOMY ON A WOMAN OF

QUESTIONABLE STANDARDS. LOOK,

SEAN, I'M ALLOWED TO TAKE RISKS.

I DON'T HAVE A WIFE AND KID TO

LEAVE BEHIND IF SOMETHING GOES

WRONG. TAKING RISKS IS EASY WHEN

YOU'RE ALONE.

Linda: DR. TROY? MISS RUSSO'S ON

ON THE PHONE. THE DECISION CAME

DOWN.

Supremes: * SAY IT AGAIN

AIN'T NO RIVER WIDE ENOUGH *

Judge: GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE.

COMING TO A DECISION HAS BEEN

DIFFICULT. ON THE ONE HAND I

HAVE MR. AND MRS. SUTHERLAND.

YOU'VE RAISED 3 SUCCESSFUL SONS,

BUT CHASING AROUND A TODDLER AT

60 IS DIFFERENT THAN CHASING ONE

AROUND AT 30. I ALSO QUESTION

MRS. SUTHERLAND'S DESIRE TO

RAISE WILBUR AT ALL.

ON THE OTHER HAND,

I HAVE DR. TROY. YOUR

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR WILBUR IS

OBVIOUS, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, ALL

EMOTION ASIDE, YOU HAVE NO LEGAL

RIGHT TO PARENTING THE CHILD. SO

IT COMES DOWN TO MS. RUSSO. YOU

ARE THE CHILD'S BIOLOGICAL

MOTHER...AND YOU'RE THE ONLY

WITH WHOM I FEAR WILBUR COULD BE

IN PHYSICAL DANGER. FRANKLY, I

FEAR FOR HIS LIFE IF HE REMAINS

WITH YOU.

I'M GRANTING THE SUTHERLANDS'

REQUEST FOR CUSTODY OF THE

CHILD.

Gina: WHAT? BUT THAT'S MY BABY.

THAT--THAT'S OUR BABY.

Judge: MS. RUSSO AND DR. TROY

WILL NOT BE ALLOWED CONTACT THAT

IS NOT INITIATED BY MR. AND MRS.

SUTHERLAND UNTIL THE CHILD IS 18

YEARS OF AGE.

Gina: YOU CAN'T DO THAT. THAT'S

NOT THE LAW. IT'S--

CHRISTIAN, DO SOMETHING.

Julia: LOSS IS A PART OF LIFE.

YOU CAN'T REALLY CARE FOR

SOMETHING OR SOMEONE UNTIL YOU

REALIZE THAT ONE DAY THEY MAY BE

GONE. AND WHEN THEY DO GO,

WE FEEL AS IF EVERYTHING

GOES WITH THEM, AND WE FEEL

WE FEEL LIKE WE'LL NEVER REALLY

CARE ABOUT ANYTHING AGAIN. BUT

WE DO. AND WE DISCOVER THAT THAT

LOSS WAS A GIFT THAT HELPS US

APPRECIATE ALL OF THE THINGS WE

STILL HAVE.

Annie: SHOULD WE PUSH THE DIRT

ON NOW?

Julia: YES, SWEETHEART.

Julia: HONEY, UH, WHY DON'T YOU

GO AND COMFORT FRISKY 2?

Christian: WASN'T EVEN ABOUT ME.

GINA WAS THE DEAL-BREAKER.

I LOST HIM.

Julia: OH, CHRISTIAN. I AM SO

SORRY.

Sean: I KNOW THAT FEELING OF

LOSS, CHRISTIAN. IT'S HOW I FELT

AFTER THE MISCARRIAGE. I KNOW

YOU CAN'T BELIEVE IT NOW, BUT

ONE DAY YOU'LL FEEL BETTER,

STRONGER, AND--

Christian: THANK YOU, SEAN, BUT

THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW

CRAP ISN'T GONNA CUT IT TODAY.

YOU LOST A ZYGOTE. WILBUR WAS MY

SON. APPEASE ME WITH PLATITUDES

WHEN YOU'VE EXPERIENCED SOME

REAL LOSS IN YOUR LIFE.

Sean: I THINK JULIA'S

MISCARRIAGE AND MY FATHER

LEAVING WHEN I WAS 5 WAS

EXPERIENCE ENOUGH, CHRISTIAN.

Christian: I CAN SEE IT'S HAD A

BIG EFFECT ON YOUR LIFE,

AQUAMAN. YOU'RE CERTAINLY MAKING

SURE YOUR KIDS DON'T HAVE TO

EXPERIENCE THE SAME KIND OF

LOSS, AREN'T YOU?

Sean: I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE

HURTING, BUT LASHING OUT ISN'T

GONNA MAKE YOU FEEL ANY BETTER.

Julia: NOW, WAIT A MINUTE.

AQUAMAN? I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Christian: WHAT, CAPTAIN NEMO

DIDN'T TELL YOU ABOUT HIS DICK

SWINGING COMPETITION ON

SATURDAY?

Sean: I'M GOING SHARK DIVING

THIS WEEKEND. I WAS GOING TO

TELL YOU TONIGHT.

Julia: IS YOUR GOAL TO HAVE US

CRYING OVER YOUR COFFIN, SEAN?

Sean: HOW CAN YOU BE SUCH A

HYPOCRITE, JULIA? DIDN'T YOU

LISTEN TO YOUR OWN EULOGY OUT

THERE? WHAT'S THE USE OF LIVING

IF YOU DON'T EMBRACE LIFE?

Christian: WHAT THE HELL IS THE

MATTER WITH YOU?! PUSHING YOUR

LUCK IS NO WAY A RAISE A FAMILY!

Christian: DON'T YOU DARE COME

INTO MY HOUSE AND LECTURE ME ON

THE SUBTLETIES OF PARENTING! YOU

WERE A FATHER FOR 6 MONTHS. I'VE

BEEN ONE FOR 16 YEARS!

Christian: I MAY HAVE ONLY BEEN

A FATHER FOR A FEW MONTHS, BUT

ONE THING I AM DEAD SURE ABOUT

NOW IS THAT FATHERHOOD IS NOT

ABOUT PROVING TO YOUR FAMILY

THAT YOU'VE GOT STEEL BALLS.

IT'S ABOUT TAKING CARE OF THEM,

KEEPING THEM SAFE, MAKING SURE

THAT THEY NEVER FEEL THE WAY

THAT I DO RIGHT NOW.

YOU USED TO KNOW THAT.

[DOOR OPENS]

Julia: JUST SO YOU KNOW, IN YOUR

QUEST TO FIND YOURSELF, YOU'RE

LOSING SOMETHING...MY RESPECT.

Matt: ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO

THIS?

Sean: YES. AND YOU'RE COMING

WITH ME.

Sean: DON'T YOU HAVE ENOUGH

ALREADY?

Man: THERE'S GONNA BE 50 SHARKS

DOWN THERE. DO YOU WANT THEM

SNACKIN' ON THE CHUM OR ON YOUR

LEG?

Matt: HEY, YOU KNOW, I DON'T

KNOW WHAT SCARES ME MORE, THE

SHARKS OR MOM AFTER SHE FINDS

YOUR NOTE.

Sean: IF YOU'RE FREAKED, WE CAN

BAIL.

Matt: ARE YOU KIDDIN'? THIS

RULES.

Man: LET'S GEAR UP, BOYS.

Sean: BRODY, THIS IS MY SON

MATT.

Brody: HEY.

Matt: HEY.

Man: INTO THE BUFFET LINE,

FELLAS.

Brody: RIDE OF MY LIFE.

WHOO!

Matt: DAD.

DAD.

YOU READY TO GO?

Sean: NO, WE'RE NOT GOING.

COME HERE.

Matt: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Sean: I'M BEING A RESPONSIBLE

PARENT.

Matt: LOOK, DAD, I KNOW YOU'RE

SCARED--

Sean: SOMETIMES BEING SCARED IS

A GOOD THING. IT'S YOUR BRAIN

TELLING YOU NOT TO DO SOMETHING

STUPID JUST TO PROVE SOMETHING

TO YOUR SON.

Matt: BULLSHIT! LOOK, WE'RE NOT

GONNA DIE. WHAT...

WOW, YOU REALLY ARE A PUSSY.

Sean: CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT,

MATT. IF IT'S A CHOICE BETWEEN

LOSING YOUR RESPECT OR LOSING

YOU, I'LL KEEP YOU.

Man: RED, WE HAVE A DIVER IN

TROUBLE!

Red: GET HIM UP!

Man: GIVE US A HAND!

Red: COME ON. COME ON.

Man: WE GOT DOWN TO 25 FEET AND

HE FREAKED! HE SHOT UP TO THE

SURFACE LIKE A ROCKET.

Red: GET THE DIVERS UP. PULL

ANCHOR!

Brody: SOMETHING DON'T FEEL

RIGHT, DOC.

Matt: HOLY SHIT!

Sean: HE'S GOT AN ARTERIAL GAS

EMBOLISM. GET HIS FEET UP.

CAN YOU REGULATE THAT TO GIVE

HIM 15 LITERS PER MINUTE?

Red: YOU GOT IT.

Matt: DAD, IS HE GONNA DIE?

Sean: IF HE DOESN'T GET TO A

HOSPITAL WITH A HYPERBARIC

OXYGEN CHAMBER WITHIN AN HOUR,

HE MIGHT.

ALL RIGHT.

Christian: NEVER GIVE A GIRL

YOUR NUMBER. ALWAYS TAKE

HERS. KEEPS YOU IN CONTROL. AND

NO AMERICAN CARS. GERMAN,

ITALIAN, OR THE OCCASIONAL

ENGLISH. TREAT YOURSELF TO A

BARBERSHOP SHAVE ONCE A MONTH,

TAKE A BEAUTIFUL GIRL TO

FLORENCE AND EAT AT ENOTECA.

TALK TO MARINO. HE'LL TAKE CARE

OF YOU. TELL HIM YOU'RE MY SON.

DON'T TAKE ANY CRAP OFF ANYONE.

YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT...BUT...

TRY TO BE GOOD TO PEOPLE. NEVER

GET TOO JADED TO CARE.

Sarah McLachlan:

* I USED TO THINK THAT

ANYTHING I'D DO

WOULDN'T MATTER AT ALL ANYWAY *

Christian: REMEMBER ME.

REMEMBER ME.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Christian: JUST A SECOND.

Woman: * I'LL FIND A WAY *

Christian: [SOFTLY] JUST ONE

MORE SECOND.

Woman: * TO SEE YOU AGAIN *

Christian: YOU WANT TO COME IN?

Sutherland: YEAH, BUT, UM...WE

SHOULD GO. WE HAVE A 6:00

FLIGHT. YOU GUYS GOOD?

Christian: THANKS FOR THIS.

Sutherland: I FIGURED YOU

DESERVED AN HOUR AFTER ALL YOU

DID FOR HIM. IF YOU ASK ME...

YOU SAVED HIS LIFE.

MAY I?

HEY. HEY.

I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND WE'RE

SERIOUS ABOUT ENFORCING THE NO

CONTACT THING. CICILY AND I

THINK IT'S WHAT'S BEST FOR

GABRIEL. THAT'S WHAT WE'RE

CALLING HIM.

SAY GOOD-BYE, GABRIEL.

SAY GOOD-BYE.

BYE.

Sean: YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE

ASHAMED OF, BRODY. I MEAN, AT

LEAST YOU WENT IN. LOOK, I GOTTA

RUN. CALL ME WHEN YOU GET OUT OF

THE HOSPITAL. ALL RIGHT.

Matt: IS HE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT?

Sean: HE'LL LIVE.

Matt: HMM.

LISTEN, I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR

WHAT I SAID TO YOU ON THE BOAT.

ABOUT YOU BEING A PUSSY AND

ALL THAT.

YOU DON'T NEED TO IMPRESS

ME. YOU'RE MY DAD.

Sean: THAT USED TO BE ENOUGH.

WHEN YOU WERE A KID, I COULD

WOW YOU WITH STATE CAPITALS.

Matt: WELL, I'M STILL WOWED BY

YOU, DAD. I MEAN, WHAT YOU DID

FOR THAT GUY ON THE BOAT, IT WAS

AMAZING.

WHAT YOU WRITING?

Sean: MY OBITUARY. I READ

SOMEWHERE THAT WRITING YOUR OWN

WAS A GOOD MOTIVATIONAL TOOL.

Matt: HMM. WHAT DOES IT SAY?

Sean: UH..."DR. SEAN McNAMARA,

101 YEARS OLD, DIED TUESDAY

NIGHT OF NATURAL CAUSES.

INVENTOR OF BIPOLAR LIPOSUCTION,

HE WAS DESCRIBED BY HIS FRIENDS

AND LARGE FAMILY AS A GOOD

DOCTOR, GOOD HUSBAND--"

Matt: AND A GOOD FATHER.

SO WHERE'S MOM? IS SHE

STILL PISSED ABOUT THE TRIP?

Sean: WHAT TRIP?

Matt: IS THAT THE NOTE?

Sean: WHAT SHE DOESN'T KNOW

WON'T HURT HER, OR US.

Matt: DUDE, WE CHEATED DEATH.

Christian: THANKS, JULIA, BUT

I'M NOT HUNGRY.

Julia: YOU ASKED ME TO COME

AROUND AND MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.

THIS IS STEP ONE.

Christian: I SHOULDN'T HAVE

CALLED. I THINK I JUST DIDN'T

WANT TO BE ALONE. THE PLACE

FEELS SO EMPTY WITH HIM GONE.

I KEEP THINKING I HEAR HIM IN

THE BEDROOM.

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU

LET PEOPLE IN.

Julia: DON'T SHUT OFF,

CHRISTIAN. YOU CAN STILL HAVE

OTHER CHILDREN.

Christian: I WANT HIM.

I WANT MY SON.

Julia: BUT HE'S GONE. AND YOU

CAN'T LET THAT SCARE YOU AWAY

FROM LOVING ANOTHER CHILD.

Christian: WHAT DO YOU KNOW

ABOUT REAL FEAR, JULIA? LOSING A

RING DOWN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL

ISN'T THE SAME AS A COURT

TELLING YOU YOU CAN'T SEE ANNIE

AGAIN. HAVE SOME STRANGER TEAR

MATT LITERALLY FROM YOUR ARMS

AND THEN TELL THAT A NEW SON IS

GONNA REPLACE THE ONE THAT I

LOST. I FEEL--I FEEL DEAD

INSIDE. NOTHING'S GETTING ME

BACK FROM THIS.

[SOBBING]

I'M SORRY. I JUST--I JUST MISS

HIM SO MUCH.

Sarah McLachlan: * I WILL BE

THE ANSWER

AT THE END OF THE LINE,

I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU

WHY TAKE THE TIME... *

[JULIA SOBBING]

Sarah: * IN THE BURNING OF

UNCERTAINTY, I WILL BE... *

Christian: WHAT'S WRONG?

Julia: I--I CAN'T DO THIS

ANYMORE. IT'S KILLING ME. I FEEL

LIKE I'M BEING STALKED BY A HUGE

BEAR, AND I KEEP PRETENDING IT'S

NOT THERE AND--AND HOPING IT'LL

GO AWAY, BUT IT JUST KEEPS

FOLLOWING ME.

Christian: I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Julia: WHAT IF...I TOLD YOU THAT

YOU ALREADY HAD SON?

Sean: WH-WHAT?

Christian: YOU ALREADY HAVE A

SON, CHRISTIAN. WITH ME.

MATT.

Sarah: * FOR THE NIGHT HAS BEEN

UNKIND *

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