Original subtitles

♪ (SLOW MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

CAITLIN POYTHRESS: I can't believe they're getting married.

Tomorrow, he'll be on the C130.

It's not the way it used to be.

Something really is changing.

MAGGIE TEIXEIRA: Are you a Muslim?

I used to be a lot of things. I don't know who I am anymore.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(WOMAN SCREAMS)

FRASER WILSON: Jonathan knows my name.

-JONATHAN: Bye, Fraser. -Bye, M-- Major.

CAITLIN: So, transgender is like you go from female to male?

FRASER: It's not that simple. It's not even binary.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Harper.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(spirited music playing)

♪ ♪

(buzzing, phone beeping)

(click)

(yawns)

(click, buzzing stops)

(sniffs)

(wind blowing outside)

(water running)

(dish clinking)

(washing dishes)

(rap music playing on phone)

-Why do we keep buying this honey-flavored shit? -(water running)

-Turns the milk a shade of beige. -(water stops)

Maggie, why do you always buy the Honey Nut Cheerios?

-Maggie: I thought you liked the golden box. -(news chatter)

Don't forget we have that meeting

with the Italian delegation this afternoon.

I can't. I have to help with the new arrivals today.

You can't spare an hour to save your wife's behind?

(kiss)

(news chatter continues)

Mmm! Mm!

I love the smell of that hair.

(keys jingling)

-(door opens, shuts) -(sighs)

-(sizzling) -Richard: It's crazy. I told him, for that price,

they can keep the heated mirrors.

And then they always try to screw you over with the accessories.

Always.

They can't bamboozle me. Fuck that.

(TV news chatter)

Is Danny still sleeping?

Why didn't you teach that boy to get out of bed?

Why can't you do it?

Danny! Danny!

Jennifer: Go tell him nicely!

Richard: Jenny, please! You tell him. Danny!

-He's gonna be late. Danny! -Jennifer: Could you please stop yelling?!

Richard: I'll stop when I see him dressed.

-Danny! -(dog whining)

Jennifer: You might want to have lunch at the mess hall today.

I have to show some apartments outside the base.

Richard: You're not coming to see the pickup?

-(Caitlin sighs) -You're not coming to see the pickup?

-(dog barking) -(car driving by)

Caitlin: Oh shit.

-Morning. -(TV chatter continues)

-(door opens) -Danny, champion of the world!

Thanks for checking out my bike. I won't be needing it today.

Hey, got a secret, bro? Huh?

Yes, so shut up.

(scoffs)

(shuts door)

Richard: Thought you were still asleep.

-Danny: I'm always up this early. -That's news to me.

Bye. See you later.

-Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! -Hey!

-Where you off to so early? -I gotta go.

(door shuts)

Coming!

(TV chatter continues)

-Sarah: Let's do this! -Caitlin: Okay.

(bird squawking)

(TV chatter continues)

I'm picking up the new truck today.

-What? -The new truck.

I'm picking it up today.

Cool.

(base chatter)

-Morning, ma'am. -Sarah: At ease, soldier.

Soldier: Which background would you like, ma'am?

Sarah: The desert's fine.

Nowadays, we only fight in the desert.

(beeping)

Try and relax your body as much as possible and empty your head.

It helps to lower your heartbeat.

Keep the stock firmly in the pocket of your shoulder.

-The position and hold-- -Must be firm enough to support the weapon.

Good soldier. Aim.

(shooting)

(upbeat piano playing)

Good job, soldier. You're a natural.

It's good.

(wind blowing)

♪ ♪

-(door shuts) -(running water, stops)

Mom, can I get a ride?

-I can't. I have to meet-- -Okay, sure.

After all these years, I still don't know if I hate you or not.

I have an idea, actually.

(wind blowing)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(chatter continues)

Major Teixera has offered to accompany us

on her morning off.

-Maggie: Hey, Jonathan. -Jonathan: Hello.

-Male Soldier: Hi, how's it going? -(car alarm chirps)

(indistinct chatter)

Jennifer: ...plus, an induction microwave,

that is if you're comfortable using one of these.

Seems more and more people are refusing to use them these days.

I even use mine to make pizza.

But you have to know just how long to keep it in.

Otherwise, the crust becomes all, ah, soggy.

-Male Soldier: Place got a nice view. -Jennifer: Just take your time.

-Male Soldier: Okay. -Jennifer: And let me know.

-Male Soldier: Yeah, will do. -Jennifer: When you're ready,

pull the door behind you.

-Male Soldier: Thank you very much. -Female Soldier: Thank you.

-What do you think? -Male Soldier: Yeah, they all look the same to me.

(indistinct chatter)

(hallway chatter, noises upstairs)

(noises continue)

(loud bang)

(unlocks door)

(door shuts)

(kissing)

(drops keys)

Do you really cook pizza in the microwave?

(laughs) No!

I just said it to reassure them.

(both laughing)

-Don't you think it was reassuring? -Very.

Very.

(laughs)

(muffled thud)

-What? -(man yelling)

(woman yelling)

-I like it here. -Jennifer: So do I.

-(laughing) -Get here.

(heavy breathing, giggling)

Maggie: What are you doing?

Jennifer: Taking this off.

(giggles)

(grunts)

(kiss)

(heavy breathing)

(grunt, laugh)

(heavy breathing)

(gasps)

(moaning)

(ship horn blares)

(breathing continues)

-(sighs) -(distant ship horn)

♪ Don't tell me, baby, you can't work this out ♪

♪ I've wasted moments in the Soho nights ♪

(school chatter)

♪ And lost it all ♪

(wind blowing)

♪ Time will tell if you can figure this ♪

♪ And work it out ♪

♪ No one's waiting for you anyway ♪

♪ So don't be stressed now ♪

♪ Even if it's something that you've had your eye on ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ It is what it is ♪

(song fades to headphones)

Boy: I don't know!

(laughter)

(song continues)

(school chatter continues)

(wind blowing)

(soldiers chanting)

Soldiers: One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four...

(class chatter)

Ah! What the fuck?

-Do you smell that? -What've you been doing,

fixing an engine?

Your mother... is a legend.

No, no, no. My mother is an alien sent to Earth

in order to destroy the human race.

She just so happens to be my mother.

And I've known her since I was 5.

I can't believe this.

She's so wasted on you.

I am so wasted on you. I mean, look at this outfit.

Also, found this on the bulletin board.

-"Where are you, Harper?" So what? -So wh--

How many Harpers are there in this school, you dumbass?

Oh fuck!

There's a number. Should I call it?

What are you thinking? She actually thinks you're Harper!

Don't you dare call that number.

-Caitlin: You're an asshole. -Teacher: Good morning.

-(bell ringing) -And you're in math class.

(bell rings, student chatter)

-Caitlin: Hey, what are you doing after lunch? -I'm going to the post library.

Teacher: Okay, let's get back to where we left off last time.

The rigid transformation of the plane.

A transformation is considered rigid when it doesn't modify

the point distance and the angle width.

It's a transformation that doesn't modify the form.

There are four types of isometry,

so who can tell me what they are?

-Male Student: Translation? -Female Student: Rotation?

Teacher: Translation, yes.

In this case, if we draw a quadrangle,

it could be a trapezoid.

We could drag our trapezoid by its vertex A,

or we can rotate it like Trish just said.

(indistinct chatter)

-Thanks. -Librarian: You're welcome.

Fraser.

Huh. You're the first person who brought it back

before the end of the month.

-What are you doing here? -In fact, give me the book back.

-Can he take it out? -Librarian: Of course.

"The Kindly Ones."

Too long?

-Actually, "The Count of Monte Cristo" is longer. -And you read it?

-Yes. Well, only half of it. -(laughs)

(giggles)

Don't tell anyone that I recommended it to you.

You know, it's about a perverted Nazi.

His name is Max Aue.

-It's a badass book. -(giggles)

I'm a badass.

So are you going to take it?

I'm a badass.

What an asshole. Fuck! What an asshole.

-(sizzling) -(Italian chatter)

(indistinct news chatter)

So, what were you saying? Who?

They were gone by the time the Carabinieri got there.

And the owner's descriptions

match up to practically everyone.

Do you think it was the same troops

that broke the windows to the taco stand?

I don't know, but they're animals.

Jonathan...

You need to show a little compassion to our troops.

Life far from home is full of emptiness.

I'm sure you can feel it at times, a sense of emptiness.

Shall I call First Sergeant Ramirez?

Nah, forget Ramirez.

Call Poythress.

(news chatter continues)

In the middle of everything, she slithers over

to the other side of the bed, picks up the house phone,

-and says, "Give me room 514." -Right.

"Who you calling?" I say.

"A friend," she says. So, fine. They answer.

"Patrice," she says, "it's me. I'm up here with a friend.

I could use a little help. Could you help me out?"

So wait. So, I don't know what the shot is.

All of a sudden, hear coming from the phone.

(imitates gun)

(gibberish)

So fine.

I'm pumping away. The chick on the other end

is making airplane noises. Every once in a while,

I go boom! And the broad on the bed starts going crazy.

Moaning and groaning, she's about to go

the whole long route. Humping and bumping, she's screaming,

"Red Dog One to Red Dog Squadron!"

All of a sudden, she screams, "Wait!"

She wriggles out, leans on the bed,

-pulls out this five-gallon jerrycan. -Right.

Opens it up. It's full of gasoline.

So, she splashes the mother all over the walls,

whips a fucking Zippo out the flak suit, and whoosh!

The whole room is up in flames. So the whole fuckin' joint

is going up in smoke, the telephone's going rat-a-tat-tat.

The broad jumps back on the bed and yells,

"Now, give it to me! Give it to me, for the love of Christ!"

I figure this broad is crazy.

I'm in the hall, whole fuckin' hall is full of smoke.

Just above the flames, I make out my broad. She's singing,

"Off we go into the wild blue yonder!"

The elevator arrives,

and the whole fuckin' hall is full of firemen.

-God, those fuckin' fire-- -That's enough, Cate.

She's almost done.

You are interrupting her right at the apotheosis.

Teacher: Why did you choose this passage?

'Cause you asked for something old-fashioned.

(chatter, laughter)

-Soldier 1: Yeah, let's christen this thing! -Soldier 2: Alright, so do it!

(cheering)

(laughing)

All: Three, two, one!

-(beers cracking) -(cheering)

(laughter)

Richard: Okay, okay, quiet down now! Look at me!

I'm the cowboy that's gonna ride this beautiful horse!

-(laughter) -Soldier 3: Hey, look. There's Kritchevsky.

What the fuck does he want?

Soldier 4: I ain't never seen this dude smile.

Like he's always sucking on lemons.

(wind blowing)

-I must bring you to the Colonel. -Richard: Sure.

Here.

(soldier chatter continues)

(indistinct chatter)

(Fraser laughing)

Woman (on PA): Number 802, you're up.

Get that right there.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

Michiko Kakutani.

Man (on PA): I have a chili dog and large fries.

(music playing on PA)

Michiko Kakutani.

-(clippers buzzing) -(TV chatter)

(chatter continues)

Woman (on PA): Cheeseburger and fries? 86?

(melancholy piano playing)

(TV chatter continues)

♪ ♪

So, Michiko Kakutani said that the book is unrepentant.

Now, why would a Jew like Jonathan gimme a book

about a psychotic Nazi?

Seems a little too... postmodern.

What?

(sighs) I don't know.

-They're dating now? -Woman (on PA): Number 92, your order's up.

-Wanna go? Wanna leave? -No.

Now, they're kissing. Okay, let's go.

(indistinct chatter continues)

Cate!

(wind blowing)

You're upset.

No.

(sighs)

I love him.

(soldiers chanting)

I've always loved him.

Sure.

(sighs)

(car driving by)

Girl: It's completely out of context!

(indistinct chatter)

(piano music continues)

♪ ♪

(chatter continues)

(truck driving by)

Donald Trump (on TV): Look at it at the time. I'm not looking at anything now.

I'll look at it at the time.

-What I've seen... what I've seen is so bad. -(squeezing water)

First of all...

(Italian chatter)

(TV continues)

Sarah: Richard!

Heard you got a new truck!

I had a Chevy Silverado when I was stationed in Albany.

-450 horsepower? -420 horsepower.

-Alloy rims? -Right.

I had stock wheels, regretted it over time.

-What's the payload? -I can haul 1,500 pounds.

Excellent.

So listen, we have a problem downtown.

What's the problem, ma'am?

How's your Italian, Richard?

I can get my point across.

Cate's Italian's perfect.

(chatter continues)

It's easier for kids.

I studied a little French in college, and Portuguese,

of course, 'cause of my wife.

You speak Jenny's language?

I know how things were under the previous commander,

but now we're gonna uphold a higher standard.

Let's see what happens with the Carabinieri, but

these show how the pizzeria in Chioggia was ravaged

the night of the parade.

That's why you're gonna apologize to this gentleman.

Me?

Sarah: On behalf of your men.

They insulted America.

Sarah: (scoffs) Just how do you know that?

I know my men, ma'am.

Reporter: (on TV) ...is beyond the pale.

Congressman Carlos Curbelo of Florida

says peaceful transfer of power

and acceptance of election results

is fundamental to our democracy and Constitution.

This cannot be undermined ever.

And Senator Lindsey Graham said...

(door opens)

(Jonathan speaking Italian)

Here they are.

(TV chatter continues)

(Sarah speaking Italian)

(Richard speaking Italian)

(Man speaking Italian)

Jennifer: Richard was working in Nigeria as a contractor.

Maggie: It's okay.

He was strange.

That little baby suited him.

It was as if Danny was his.

-Can you price this for me? -Sure.

Woman (on PA): Price check at cashier number four.

Please price check at cashier number four.

(beep)

I was alone, I made a choice.

Was I wrong?

I like the smell of cumin.

(sniffs)

(drops jar)

Once, he told me he felt strange

because Danny's become taller than him.

Ha, I told him most children are taller than their parents.

-(video game beeping) -Me, I'm taller than my own mother.

What about Danny?

Does he accept Richard as his father?

It's hard to understand what Danny feels.

Maggie: Wanna sit here?

-Coffee? -Jennifer: Yes.

-Do you want donuts? -Jennifer: Always!

(cafeteria chatter)

Woman (on PA): 43. Number 43.

My aunty had to escape at night from Kano.

She wasn't in that way.

That way how?

Homosexual.

But she had two friends who were.

There, you're even punished if you don't report homosexuals.

I'm not...

Soldier: Hey, hey!

You're not that way?

Look! It's Danny! Danny!

He's with Valentina.

Was that his name already?

We decided on Danny.

Plain and simple.

Americans can't pronounce Nigerian names.

What about you?

I'm Jennifer, plain and simple.

Man (on PA): Order 47!

Caitlin: Are you done? Can I come in?

Shut the door. Shut the door.

(door shuts)

-(urinating) -Let me hold it.

-No! -Please.

-(urinating) -It's not gonna turn you on or anything, is it?

No.

Don't squeeze it!

(urinating stops)

This is wonderful.

-(running water) -Caitlin: I wrote to her.

-Fraser: Who'd you write to? -Caitlin: Giulia.

The note.

Oh God, here we go.

-Caitlin: I'm ready. -No, you're not. You're not ready in the slightest,

and none of the stuff that you're thinking means anything anyway.

Then what does?

-And then cut that up... -Fraser: Dev Hynes isn't just a musical genius.

He's a genius. You gotta read this interview.

-He was bullied in school. -Caitlin: Mm.

Fraser: All the most creative people were bullied in school.

He says they called him a misogynistic tranny online.

-I mean, that's absurd! -Caitlin: Hm.

Fraser: "I remember a fight I got in with someone

"after I played the show in Boston right after

the release of the Blood Orange album."

-(scoffs) I also loathe Boston. -Caitlin: Really?

Fraser: "They're like, 'I love your music, man,

but why did you have to put a fucking tranny on the--'"

-Fuck them! -Caitlin: Uh-huh.

(humming)

(gasps) Oh my God, he's gonna be playing in Bologna in December.

Hm?

(playing arrhythmic electronica)

Caitlin: Blood Orange? Really?

♪ ♪

-This won't stay on. -Man (on video): Practice makes perfect.

The more you do it, the easier it'll...

Gimme your phone. We're going.

(song continues)

Okay, I put a reminder.

How the fuck are we gonna get to Bologna?

Fuck! (sighs)

(song continues)

♪ No one's waiting for you anyway ♪

♪ So don't be stressed now ♪

♪ Even if it's something ♪

♪ That you've had your eye on ♪

♪ It is what it is ♪

♪ Time will tell if you can figure this and... ♪

-Gimme some more. -No, you look good like that.

-No, I don't. It needs to be fuller. -Wow.

Do you really think that being male means-- means knowing how

to shoot guns and pee standing up and have shitty facial hair?

♪ It is what it is ♪

♪ And it keeps on running back ♪

♪ Finishing 8 or 9 ♪

♪ Tell me it's the perfect time ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ And it keeps on running back ♪

This is not what I had in mind for you.

Surprise, I exist outside of your mind.

You're cliché and retro.

Wear this.

Put it on.

♪ Come into my bedroom ♪

♪ And it keeps on running back ♪

Sorry your mother prefers spending time with me.

Anything's possible. You know, we get each other.

Surprise! You can go on your own, you ungrateful bitch!

♪ And it keeps on running back ♪

♪ And it keeps on ♪

It's the hair. This fucking hair! It's never gonna work!

You are your hair.

It's what people love about you.

♪ No one's waiting for you anyway ♪

♪ So don't be stressed now ♪

♪ Even if it's something that you've kept your eye on ♪

♪ It is what it is ♪

♪ And it keeps on running back ♪

♪ Even if it's all you know ♪

♪ Just keep your heart in ♪

♪ Anyway to keep it up ♪

Do you have clippers?

Clippers? Nobody here has clippers.

-My dad does. -What? What--

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

No, your dad's gonna kill us! Stop moving!

-Uh... -What?

-(trilling) -Let's go. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Hold on. Okay. Wear these.

(plane flying overhead)

(panting) He keeps them in here.

(rummaging)

Okay, no...

Ah!

Here it is.

This is a terrible idea.

You know how to do it, right?

-Of course I know how to do it. -(buzzing)

Wait! No, no, no...

(opens drawer)

(metal clicking)

You have to use scissors first.

-What? -Scissors first.

Okay? And...

Gonna cut right here.

-How long have you been growing it out for? -Since I was 6, more or less.

-Are we really doing this? -Yes.

Okay...

I'll be grateful.

I'll be grateful for the rest of my life.

Okay.

-Ready? -Yeah.

Holy shit.

-Holy fuck! (screeching) -(shouting)

-Oh my God! Okay, okay, okay. -(shushing)

More, more, more. Okay, I'm alright.

-Okay, okay, okay. -(shushing)

(laughing) Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God--

-Has it ever been this short before? -No! No, it hasn't--

-Oh my-- I just told you-- -Don't yell, don't yell.

Okay, okay, okay.

-What do I do? Razor? -Uh, yeah. Yeah.

-You better not have lice or Imma fucking kill you. -(buzzing)

-Sure, yeah. Okay. -Oh my God.

-Okay. Uh-huh. -You ready?

Three, two...

-(laughing) -What the fuck?!

("Lightning Strikes" by Klaus Nomi playing)

-Oh! Hold on. -Okay, okay, okay. Ew.

Wait, hold on.

Here. (mouthing)

-Oh my God, oh my God! -Holy shit!

Oh my God. Oh boy.

-Oh my fucking fuck! Oh my God! Okay. Okay. -(screeching)

Fraser: Fuck! (laughing)

Caitlin: I can't believe we did this!

♪ Every boy wants a girl ♪

♪ He can trust ♪

♪ To the very end ♪

♪ Baby, that's you ♪

♪ Won't you stay ♪

♪ But till then, when I see lips ♪

♪ Begging to be kissed ♪

-♪ I can't stop! ♪ -♪ Stop! ♪

♪ I can't stop myself! ♪

-(seagulls cawing) -(boat rumbling)

(indistinct chattering)

I can't believe they're actually here.

(sighs)

-I can't do this. I can't do this. -Yes, you can. Just do it.

Just do it.

Alright, wish me luck.

-(TV chatter) -(dog barking)

-(cat meowing) -(door opens)

(meowing continues)

(inaudible)

(meowing, yowling)

(ship horn blares)

(wind blowing)

-(shuts door) -(wind muffled)

(news chatter continues)

Where's Fraser?

He's at the movies with Cate.

(shuts fridge)

Interesting family, don't you think?

-And that poor girl. -(opens beer)

Why poor girl?

She's a complicated child and they're a little... basic.

Am I basic to you?

You're my wife. Come here. Gimme some of that beer.

(news chatter continues)

(puts down beer)

(sigh, kiss)

(heavy breathing)

(gasps)

(moaning)

(gasps)

(discordant piano playing)

(wind blowing)

♪ ♪

-Where you been? -Danny--

-Did you spend the day with Maggie? -I was out shopping.

How long have, um, you and her been friends?

They are neighbors. I try to be polite.

How is Valentina?

You know those women aren't good people.

(wind blowing, metal rattling)

My father was a Muslim, wasn't he?

Your father, Richard, is a Christian.

How many things are you gonna turn your back on

in a single lifetime, Mom?

(wind blowing)

Danny...

(wind blowing, metal rattling)

My father, Richard, is in the garage!

-(wind blowing) -(music playing)

Sweetheart?

Richard: I can't remember the way you used to do it.

-Jennifer: You've never been good at these. -Only with the right hand.

Jennifer: Cate used to do it, didn't she?

(music continues)

(grunts)

(heavy breathing, kissing)

(grunts)

(kissing)

What, Lubabah?

(heavy breathing)

You haven't called me that name in 16 years.

-Lubabah. -Please...

-don't say that name. -(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

-(grunts) -(crying)

-(grunts, sighs) -(crying)

(sighs)

(music continues)

You know I'm here for you. I'm always here for you.

Danny, too?

You said you'd always be there.

As if he was yours.

Haven't I always done that? Has he ever lacked anything?

(sighs)

He's still waiting for you.

(wind blowing)

♪ ♪

(metal rattling)

(rattling continues)

(wind blowing)

(crowd chatter)

(laughs)

(kiss)

"Origin of Evil"...

-(clicking tongue) -(smacking)

(wind blowing)

(chatter continues)

Uh, one for "Origin of Evil."

What?

"Ouija."

The next screening's in, uh, 40 minutes.

Naiomi.

-What will the Ouija board say? -(printing receipt)

Theater 3.

(laughing)

(Giulia speaking Italian)

(water lapping)

-(yawns) -(theater chatter)

(laughing)

Jonathan: I'd get an even bigger size if they had one.

Woman: I only like sweet and salty popcorn.

Jonathan: Sweet popcorn? That's weird.

Sitting up front?

Woman: Too close and my neck hurts.

-I'm gonna go to the back, okay? -Man: We're back here!

-Okay. See you later. -Bye.

-See him? -Oh yeah. Okay.

(chatter continues)

("Star Spangled Banner" playing)

(scattered singing)

(mouthing)

(scattered singing continues)

(National Anthem continues)

(scattered singing)

(anthem ends)

(kissing)

(water lapping)

(kissing continues)

(sighs)

(both speaking Italian)

(sighs)

(phone buzzing)

(scary movie music playing)

(muffled screaming)

(screaming louder)

-(gasping) -(Fraser giggles)

(sighs)

-(ship horn blares) -(dog barking)

(sighs)

(door shuts)

(urinating)

(light piano playing)

♪ ♪

(clicks handle)

(clicks handle again, flushes toilet)

(opens door)

♪ ♪

(shuts cabinet)

(indistinct chatter)

So now we share a mortal secret.

The origins of evil?

Going to the movie theater alone together.

-(car starts) -(chatter continues)

-(sipping) -So, you want to be a fashion designer?

(coughing)

-Is that right? -Who told you that? No, no, no.

I don't wanna be a fashion designer. It's more like...

-I don't wanna be a fashion designer, no. -It's more like what?

Explain.

Alright, do you know Demna Gvasalia?

I'm afraid I don't.

Okay, well, he's the head designer for Vetements,

and now he designs for Balenciaga, okay?

And he's Georgian, alright? So he remembers the war

from when he was a little boy,

and he does this collection for Balenciaga--

And here, lemme show you. (sniffs, sighs)

Here. Alright? He...

brings the memory of war into...

He brings realism into the fabric. Now do you see?

Maybe, but don't tell me that you'd actually wear that stuff?

It's look like a dress!

Oh, I'm kidding! It's interesting.

Seriously.

(slurps)

(spits, giggles)

Jonathan: Stupid boy.

Now I understand why your mom says

that you have a hard time

-getting along with kids your age. -(sipping)

My mother doesn't know a fuckin' thing about me.

(cup clatters)

(kicks cup)

You know, I wanted to be a rock star.

Yeah. I planned to be dead by 27,

be part of the club, you know?

And then what happened?

I was in Tel Aviv with my mother.

It was me and her, always me and her.

I was suffocating.

And so, when I was 15, I said to her,

"Dear Mom, I'm going to live with my father in Detroit."

Detroit seemed right for a musician, right?

-And then what'd she say? -She didn't speak with me for five years.

She was a hippie.

I just thought she didn't care. She said,

"No one can really keep anyone from doing anything.

You go, but your father is a piece of shit."

So, I went to live in Detroit.

And it turns out, she was right.

My father was a piece of shit.

He had another family. I was just getting in his way,

but he gave me the best part of him: a passport.

At the age of 18, I enlisted because the guy

at the recruiting stand just wouldn't give up,

and all I wanted was never to have a home again.

-I don't know a fuckin' thing about my father. -These days,

fathers only matter to those who don't have one.

(scatting rock song)

("Let's Spend The Night Together" by the Rolling Stones playing)

Show me what you got! (scatting)

(singing gets louder, song gets louder)

Ah! (scatting)

(both singing)

♪ ♪

♪ Don't you worry about what's on my mind ♪

-Woo! (singing) -(Fraser giggles)

-(whistle blows) -Soldier: Hey! What are you doing?

-Get off of there! -(laughing)

-Hey! Who do you think you are? -Jonathan: Whoa!

-Soldier: (whistling) Come back here! Stop! -(laughing)

Hey! Hey! (whistling)

♪ I'm off my head, and my mouth's getting dry ♪

♪ I'm high but I try, try, try, try ♪

-(song ends) -(door opens)

-(door shuts) -(throws keys)

Sarah: Fraser?

Fraser, is that you?

What if we go back to New York for Christmas?

How do you feel about that?

(sighs)

How was the movie?

(opens, slams door)

(WhatsApp chimes)

(sighs)

Richard: She treated me as if I was below her!

And she spoke to me with the attitude of,

"I know what really happened and that you had nothing do with it,

"but I'm gonna give you shit because that's what I feel

like doing right now, and I can!"

They're both looking down on us! You didn't notice?

I'm not gonna let anyone disrespect me!

We should move! I'm serious! I don't wanna--

(shouting stops)

(door slams)

-(click) -Man (on video): You raise your hands...

up to your ears...

And you say "Allahu akbar."

Allahu akbar.

And then you put your right hand on your left wrist,

and you raise it closer.

And you start by reciting Surah Al-Fatihah.

Bismillaahir Rahmaanir Raheem.

- Sugaha... (stumbling) -(video continues)

(stumbling)

(video continues in Arabic)

(click, loops video)

(mumbling)

(video continues)

(repeating)

(door unlocks)

(dog barking)

(shuts door)

-It's 11:00. -(gasps)

Where do you think you are, huh?

Did he make you do this?

Was this his idea?

Talk to me.

You're not leaving this house again, do you hear me?

You're grounded for a month. I don't want you to see those people.

They're just gonna fill your head with shit.

You think you're smarter than me, don't you?

But you're just a little girl.

You don't know a fuckin' thing. You don't know a fuckin' thing

about what it's like in the world for people like us.

But why'd you do it? Huh?

(screaming): Answer me!

Daddy... (crying)

(sniffles)

(heavy breathing)

(light piano playing)

♪ ♪

-(music fades out) -(soldiers marching)

(indistinct, quiet chatter)

-(soldier chatter) -(weapons clicking)

-(soldier chatter fades out) -(wind blowing)

♪ (ECCENTRIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

SARAH WILSON: It's time we change this world

and ourselves.

In order to do that, we have to know ourselves.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪