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-(PA ringing)

-(indistinct announcement)

(quirky, upbeat music playing)

Attendant:

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Yeah, but the rest of

their luggage has arrived.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

A connecting flight?

Two days, maybe three.

I see.

Uh-huh.

Alright, sure.

I'll be expecting your call.

♪ ♪

(hangs up phone)

-Sarah: It's gray with straps.

-Fraser: No.

It's silver-gray

with red straps,

-and you bought it for me.

-Sarah: Sweetheart,

don't get all wound up.

-We'll find it.

-Fraser: You got it for me!

It could still

be in Amsterdam.

Oh no.

Why would it be

in Amsterdam?

Why would it be

in Amsterdam...

Maggie:

Maybe it's better if

we give them my email.

Fraser:

Why would it be in Amsterdam?

I'm thirsty.

I saw you slip that

bottle in your bag.

Sarah:

It's a bit early for that,

don't you think?

I'm thirsty, and my

fucking bags aren't here.

Two sips, no more.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

-Fraser: Thank you, Mommy.

-It's much worse than it looks.

-Can it be delivered to us?

-Sure.

-Sarah: What's her name again?

-Maggie: Sarah, really?

-Fraser: Ugh!

-Sarah: Couldn't sleep

a wink the whole flight.

Hate that we're required

to travel coach.

Maggie:

Her name is Jennifer.

She's Colonel Poythress' wife.

Sarah:

Let's hope she won't do small

talk all the way to base.

Her accent's gonna

give me a headache.

-Maggie: Colonel!

-Sarah: Hi, Jennifer.

-Jennifer: So nice

to finally meet you.

-Sarah: Nice to meet you.

Thank you!

-Jennifer: You must be Fraser.

-(airport chatter)

-And is this Maggie?

-Maggie: Sarah's wife.

Her wife.

Of course. I have been--

I was informed.

Shall we go?

(indistinct chatter on radio)

Sweetheart.

Jenny asked you

what class you're in.

Freshman.

My daughter Caitlin's

a freshman.

And Danny is in 11th grade.

What are their Zodiac signs?

He's a Libra.

Uncommitted,

inconclusive, evasive.

(sighs)

(laughs)

This your astrology--

I don't believe in all that.

Fraser's obsessed

with astrological signs.

Aren't you, babe?

(sighs)

Jennifer:

The base is a stone

throw away from the sea.

We are actually connected

by a side street.

And if you'd like

to visit Venice,

there's a ferry in Chioggia

that takes you straight there.

Sarah:

We should go on Sunday.

Remember the hotel

in Cannaregio?

That guy who never

stopped babbling?

Jennifer:

So, it's not your

first time in Italy?

Sarah:

We came on our honeymoon.

Maggie loves it here.

Don't you, my love?

-Fraser: What about Caitlin?

-Jennifer: Sorry?

-What sign is Caitlin?

-Jennifer: Aries.

-Is that any better?

-Soldier: I have

the new commander...

Fraser:

All depends on her rising sign.

(beeping)

Sarah:

Fraser's a bit on

the relentless side.

-Guard: Have a nice day.

-Soldier: You, too.

(neighborhood chatter)

(engine cuts)

Jennifer:

Here we are. That's the house.

-(speaking Italian)

-(planes flying overhead)

It's just this way.

-(Italian chatter)

-(car starts)

(unlocks door)

This is the cutest

place on the base.

Doesn't it look so New York?

It's the best

the base can offer,

but if you're not happy

with it, just let me know.

-It takes a while to know

if a place is right for us.

-No, it's perfect.

It's perfect.

That's our house.

How many of our people

live off base again?

Some of the officers

and most of the soldiers.

-Maggie: Straight back, please.

-Jenny: They fixed

all the shutters.

The houses need

constant maintenance.

-Colonel McAunty is very

concerned with tidiness.

-Sarah: Sweetheart.

Isn't this great?

We're in Italy,

the cradle of art.

Jennifer:

Colonel McAunty also kept

an apartment in town,

should you be

interested.

A commander should always

be with his men, Jennifer.

That's what my

husband always says.

Here are the forms

for you to sign.

-Lemme see it.

-I'm sorry.

Only the sponsor

can sign.

In your case,

it's Sarah.

All the paperwork will

only bear her name.

Of course.

-Sarah: Thanks.

-(kiss)

It was the same for me

and my husband.

-You did this?

-Yes.

I also brought some pamphlets

of the local region,

and I baked you a cake.

-Maggie: Thank you.

-You didn't have to do that.

-(Italian chatter)

-(hammers banging)

Sarah:

Let's take the bathroom

with the tub.

Maggie:

No, Fraser should pick.

-(phone ringing)

-Sarah: He doesn't care.

We'll take the one with the tub.

Hi, Dad!

(Fraser speaking Italian)

Sarah:

No, I'm not in a crappy mood.

I'm just tired.

Mom, we're not in Venice.

We're in Chioggia.

Yes, of course we'll

go to the Biennale.

I know you find it tacky,

but I'm not here on vacation.

I'm in charge of a base.

-(giggles)

-Sarah: He's good.

He's happy.

I'll give him your love.

You can roll it,

it's fine.

Just leave this here

behind the chairs.

-(grunts)

-(indistinct chatter)

Hey!

(sighs) Fuck.

Can't wait to hear

the Colonel's presentation.

Stuart McAunty is a shady,

inconsiderate man.

And he's got no balls.

-Sarah: Fuck.

-You were born to command.

-Sarah: Stupid thing!

-I should know.

(scoffs)

(suitcase clicks)

Sarah:

Anything interesting

out there?

Fraser:

There's nothing

to see out there.

-Here, lemme do it.

-I can manage.

-(snap)

-Ow!

(gasps)

Ow!

-Fraser: What happened?

-Sarah: It's just

a little blood.

It's fine.

Did you hurt yourself?

-You okay?

-(winces) Mm-hmm.

-(water running)

-Sarah: Jet lag's killing me!

Maggie:

Did you take some melatonin?

Sarah:

I was sure it was gonna

be like our first time,

when we were younger and I

wasn't in charge of a base.

It's ready!

(music playing on headphones)

Take a bath with me.

-Maggie: But this tub

is smaller than ours.

-Isn't that better?

(music continues)

(outside chatter)

(snap)

(giggles)

(mumbling)

(outside chatter continues)

"He's naked. He's naked

except for a rainbow...

...sandals..."

(sighs)

Mark, so I did my research,

and 8,000 tons of explosives

are buried in the bunkers.

But on the surface,

everything seems copacetic.

(clicking tongue)

I love you.

Soldiers:

One, two, three, four!

(soldier calling cadence)

(soldiers repeat)

Sarah:

Why would one wanna

build the military chapel

right next to

the housing office?

-Doesn't make sense.

-Jennifer: (chuckles)

I-I suppose.

Sarah:

Well, it's a huge

cross for a place

that's supposedly

multi-religious.

Jennifer:

Most of the people

here are Christians.

Sarah:

It's our duty to respect

those who aren't.

Jennifer:

We simplified a lot

of the paperwork.

I'm sure you'll be impressed.

-Woman 1: Hold my hand.

-(phones ringing)

Woman 2:

Please have a seat.

And what's their names?

-Fraser: Why are we here?

-Sarah: IDs.

Man:

Welcome, Colonel.

It's a pleasure

to have you on board.

I have the forms for

the ration cards.

Okay.

For the base

gas station.

-And for the PX.

-Sarah: Great.

Thank you.

Maggie:

What's the matter?

Sarah:

Annabel. One of

my father's gifts.

Glasses off.

Glasses off.

You can see my eyes.

Your first time on

a military base?

The policy is

no sunglasses.

Show some respect,

young man.

Remove the glasses,

and hold still.

(beeping, shutter whines)

(beeping, shutter whines)

(basketball chatter)

(inhales)

(yawns)

(basketball game continues)

Player 1:

Hey! Get off the court!

Player 2:

Fucking punk!

-Player 3: Yes!

-Player 4: Nice pass!

Player 5:

Do it, do it, do it!

Oh! Get it!

(cheering)

-(school chatter)

-Boy 1: Oh my gosh! No way!

Girl 1:

Oh my God. He was

so staring at me today.

-Girl 2: Really?

-Girl 1: Yeah,

I'm absolutely sure.

He's so obvious.

I didn't really

understand the ending.

It wasn't as good.

-I like the old "Star Wars"

better than the new.

-Boy: Same.

-Girl 3: Madison!

-Boy 3: What the heck's that?

Can't you see? It's a horse.

Boy 4:

What's up!

(chatter continues)

Woman 1:

Fifty percent of the parents

didn't send over

their authorization.

Woman 2:

The electronic register was

supposed to simplify our job.

Woman 1:

We have to send out the notice

of the anti-terrorism drill.

-Woman 2:

Is it already next week?

-Woman 1: (laugh) Oh, yes.

-Do you remember

putting a note in about it?

-(lockers rattling)

Woman 2:

Time flies.

Woman 1:

Well, listen, I can

get that list together,

and, uh, well, we

should go from there.

Woman 2:

Yeah, I'll just CC

it out to everybody.

Woman 1:

It would be so simple if they

would just turn in these forms.

Woman 2:

I know.

-Woman 3: Hey, you'll never

guess who just walked in.

-Woman 2: Who?

Woman 3:

The new commander's kid,

what's his name? Wilson?

-Woman 2: Oh, Fraser Wilson.

-Woman 3: You should

see how he's dressed.

Woman 2:

How is he dressed?

-I can't see anyone.

-Woman 3: Oh, you'll see.

-Rumor has it he's eccentric.

-Woman 2: So they say.

Lemme go look.

Woman 3:

Let's just hope he's

not a snobby New Yorker.

I don't know.

Maybe he's lost.

(school chatter)

(scoffs, giggles)

(door bangs open)

Teacher:

Go on, Caitlin. You're up next.

No giggling, please.

Caitlin:

"I am he that aches

with amorous love."

Teacher:

Start over again, Caitlin.

With a little more conviction.

Don't be afraid of these words.

Of the passion

that's in these words.

(upbeat piano music playing)

Caitlin:

"I am he that aches

with amorous love.

"Does the Earth gravitate?

Does not all matter,

"aching, attract all matter?

"So the body of me,

to all I meet, or know.

(shutter snapping)

So the body of me,

to all I meet, or know."

-(bell ringing)

-Teacher: Alright, everybody.

Very good today.

See you next week.

Who will be the next victim?

(loud chatter)

(chatter continues)

Britney:

Did you see Sam's necklace?

-Caitlin: No.

-I think he's

wearing it for you.

It's his way of saying,

"I'm chained to your love."

Caitlin:

I don't like necklaces,

and I don't believe in love.

Britney:

That makes no sense.

It's like you're always

somewhere else

and never notice anything.

-Danny! Sam!

-Sam: Yo, what's up!

Britney:

Please don't tell him

you don't like his necklace.

(indistinct chatter)

(chatter continues)

-Caitlin: Um, is

your brother coming?

-Sam: Yeah. It's his day off.

Britney:

Hey, Cait says she

doesn't believe in love.

-Sam: You said that? Really?

-Britney: I'm sure Sam's gonna

make her change her mind.

Caitlin:

Do you guys wanna

get some barbecue?

-Britney: As you all know...

-Caitlin: Please?

(overlapping chatter)

Sam:

Danny will eat anything.

-He loves anything.

-(laughter)

(overlapping chatter)

-(chatter continues)

-Boy: Hey!

Craig!

Craig:

Yo! Sam!

-You talk to Dad?

-Sam: Yeah, I did.

-Craig: What did he say?

-Sam: (laughs) Nothing,

like he always does when

I tell him something.

-Danny: Why do you always

hug her first?

-Yo, let's go to our place!

-Britney:

No, it's still too hot.

-Let's go skating!

Yo. I'm about to meet

Valentina at the beach.

Did you bring your bathing suit?

'Cause last time,

you wore your underwear.

Danny:

Man, you know that

was a bathing suit.

Craig:

Well, it looked like underwear.

Britney:

I thought it looked nice.

Sam:

Wanna hang just the two of us?

Caitlin:

No, I wanna go to the beach.

Craig:

Danny, want a pork taco?

Danny:

I don't.

Sam:

Oh, it's because he's Muslim

and he gave up pork!

-(grunting)

-Craig: Hey! Hey!

Come on.

Britney:

Did you notice the guy?

Danny:

Can I get a hamburger

with ketchup on it?

Craig:

What the fuck are you ordering?

-(shower running)

-(rap music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(chatter, music continues)

Soldier 1:

Hey, hey, cutesy pie! You lost?

Soldier 2:

Hey, watch it. That's her kid.

Soldier 3:

Shit, what?

Well, aren't you adorable!

(jeering, laughter)

Soldier 1:

Where you going, baby?

(laughter)

-Hi, can I have a beer?

-Vendor: ID, please.

Um, I don't have my ID.

Vendor:

You no ID, and me no mona .

-Show me--

-Are you stalking us?

Uh, what?

No, I'm getting a beer.

Follow me.

-(store chatter)

-(music playing)

So, you're the new kid, right?

The one with the two moms.

-You're from New York?

-Yeah.

-What's it like?

-What do you mean?

You've never been to New York?

Ansbach in Germany,

South Korea, and then here.

(store chatter continues)

Supermarkets on military

bases are the same all over.

Same aisles,

the same stuff.

Everything's in

exactly the same place.

They say they do that

so we don't get lost.

Is that what you feel?

You feel lost?

I don't know.

Britney:

You can't drink beer on base.

You're a minor.

Fraser:

Okay. Who's gonna stop me?

-(opens bottle)

-Britney: I don't know,

1,000 soldiers?

-You want it?

-No thank you.

-You think it's gross.

-No, I just don't want it.

You're obviously one of those

people who thinks it's gross

-to eat ice cream

someone else licked.

-No, I'm not.

-(plane flying overhead)

-(base chatter)

Gimme your ID.

Everybody's obsessed

with IDs here.

'Cause you're nobody

without an ID here.

You're actually really cool.

I like your shirt.

-Thank you.

-Where'd you buy it?

-(clears throat) Online.

-How much?

(giggles)

You don't wanna know.

-You're rich as fuck,

aren't you?

-Um...

No. My grandfather's

well-off, but, uh,

we don't see him that much.

Fuck.

♪ ♪

You're mine for the day.

(giggles) Come on!

-(indistinct chatter)

-(water splashing)

-Gimme my ID.

-No!

-Gimme my ID!

-Come on! (laughs)

(choppy piano music playing)

Sorry!

-Hurry, we're gonna

miss the bus!

-Gimme my ID!

Britney:

Stop whining! Isn't this fun?

I'm taking you to the beach

where you can drink

'cause in Italy, you can drink

anywhere you want, except here.

Fraser:

Really?

Britney:

If you come with me,

you'll find out!

The pedestrian exit is

this way. It's okay.

What are you-- (laugh)

-Gimme my ID, please.

-Britney: No.

He's Fraser,

you need to search him.

-Soldier: Um...

-(laughs)

-I need my ID back.

-Run to the bus!

-It'll take you to your dreams.

-Fraser: Please!

-I can't get on a bus!

-I wanna find out who

you're obsessing about.

Fraser:

I'm not obsessing

about anyone.

-I just want my ID.

-Danny: Come on!

-Where you been?

-(indistinct)

(bus rumbling)

Hey, Craig,

who's that?

-Hm?

-Who is that?

You jealous?

-Shit, man, you know

I ain't jealous, bro.

-Yo, you need to relax, man.

-There's plenty of

girls just like her.

-Not with that mouth.

(laughing)

Yo, I'm not even t--

Bro, it's not even like that.

(laughing)

Yo, chill.

(continues laughing)

-Dog, you know

it's not like that.

-(laughing)

Danny:

I mean, it's like a spiritual

group of Dark Souls,

but in "Dark Souls,"

they use shields, remember?

I mean, here, you've got, like,

nothing to shield yourself with,

no way of protecting yourself.

-You can only attack.

It's very philosophical.

-Craig: What kind of weapons?

Danny:

Oh man, any kind.

But their double-edged

weapons are the best.

They're the best.

Come on, this way.

Caitlin:

But it's full of mosquitoes.

-Sam: Come on.

Fuck the mosquitoes.

-Caitlin: Okay, okay.

(insects chirping)

So, what do you

do around here?

If you have friends,

anything you want.

-What if you don't?

-(chuckles)

Without friends,

you're nothing.

Did you have a girlfriend

in New York?

-Fraser: Sure.

-Britney: Right.

-What's her name?

-Parysa.

Parysa?

You never had

a girlfriend, have you?

(wind blowing)

What do you

think about me?

Is that the sound

of the sea?

(planes flying overhead)

-(indistinct)

-(waves washing ashore)

(plane roaring)

-(jet engines roaring)

-Fuck!

Hoo-ah!

Fuck, man!

-You good, man?

-Come on, dog.

That shit not cool, man.

Britney:

He's got tinnitus.

Loud noises drill holes

in his head.

The other guy's Craig.

He keeps the noise

away from him.

(pop music playing

in headphones)

(indistinct chatter)

(music continues)

Sam:

Yo, why is this fucking

guy following us?

(indistinct chatter)

-Hey! Wait for me!

-Britney: So, how'd it go?

Caitlin:

Fine.

Britney:

Sam doesn't seem too happy.

(music gets louder)

Who the fuck is he?

(music goes quiet)

Walk for me.

-Walk for me!

-What?

Just a couple of steps.

Come on, do it for me.

It's an experiment.

(indistinct chatter)

-(music playing on stereo)

-(laughter, chatter)

Britney:

Check out how

he holds his legs.

Caitlin:

Yeah, so?

Britney:

My theory, he's got a big one.

-Caitlin: You're really sick,

you know that?

-(Britney giggles)

You can sit now.

(both giggle)

(pop music over headphones

continues)

(girls giggling)

(laughing, splashing)

No, no, no!

(laughter continues)

Danny:

Yo, he got the hunter look!

(laughing)

(Enrico speaking Italian)

(Craig speaking Italian)

(Britney speaking Italian)

(Craig speaking)

(laughter)

Danny:

You can tell by

the way he walks?

It doesn't make any sense.

Unfortunately,

I've seen you walk.

(laughter)

-(screech)

-(playful chatter)

(speaking Italian)

What?

(Enrico speaking Italian)

(all chanting in Italian)

(laughter)

Craig:

Hey, where you going, T-shirt?

Hey, maglietta!

Danny:

Put that shit on, man!

All shouting:

Maglietta!

Maglietta! Maglietta!

T-shirt! Maglietta!

-Yo, T-shirt!

-(laughter)

Danny:

Look at this fucking guy!

(laughing)

Sam:

Maglietta! Maglietta!

Enrico:

Where you going, T-shirt?

♪ And that magic hour,

I seen good Christians ♪

♪ Make brash decisions ♪

♪ Oh, she do it,

what happened to religion? ♪

♪ Oh, she lose it,

she putting on her makeup ♪

♪ She casually allure ♪

♪ Text message breakups,

the casualty of tour ♪

♪ How she gone wake up

and not love me no more? ♪

♪ I thought I was the-- ♪

♪ I guess it's rubbing off ♪

♪ Hood phenomenon,

the Lebron of rhyme ♪

♪ Hard to be humble when

you stuntin' on a Jumbotron ♪

(music fades to headphones)

(dog barking)

(music stops)

(music playing in distance)

(music continues, muffled)

(music continues on headphones)

(sewing machine clicking)

(yawns)

(Italian music

playing on stereo)

(giggles)

(sewing machine continues)

(man speaking Italian)

(woman speaking Italian)

(sighs)

(music continues)

(sewing machines clicking)

(speaking)

(music gets louder)

-You know Raf Simons?

-(woman speaking)

You're a fucking genius.

(shutter snapping)

(shutter snapping)

(shutter snapping)

(music continues)

-(woman speaking)

-(man speaking)

-Uh...

-Man: Wine.

(music continues)

(giggling)

(giggling)

♪ ♪

Fraser:

Mark.

(laughing) Mark!

We don't need anything new.

We don't need anything.

It's-- We already

have it here.

Mark, we're gonna

wear our souls, Mark.

Mark, we're gonna wear

our souls like a skin.

But guess what?

If no one gets it,

you know what that means?

That we're in

the wrong collection.

(traffic noise)

("Aziz and Azizah" by

Kip Hanrahan playing)

♪

♪ With her fingertips... ♪

Mark, I fucking miss you.

♪ Light and time moving ♪

♪ Across the world ♪

♪ She dreamed the west ♪

(sighs) What the fuck?

♪ By inventing the east ♪

♪ And calling it the Orient ♪

The fuck?

♪ Where people's ♪

♪ Parchment skins ♪

♪ Had adventure maps ♪

♪ Stenciled all over them ♪

♪ And mother's tears ♪

♪ Are too cheap and fail ♪

♪ To contain any real salt ♪

♪ ♪

Oh! Fuck!

Ah!

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Maggie...

Maggie!

Maggie!

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Hey!

(song continues on car radio)

What happened to your face?

Oh, guess what?

They let us drink alcohol

at the harbor.

What?

They let us drink

alcohol at the harbo...

Harbor.

(chuckles)

And how did you

end up down there?

Um...

Uh, these guys

took me to the sea,

and then I walked.

(wind blowing)

Thank you, nursey.

(song continues on radio)

I had to find someone to

cover for me at the clinic.

We need to go back fast.

No, I didn't tell her.

I feel sick.

(vomiting)

(gagging)

Maggie:

One step.

-Another step. That's it.

-(groaning)

How much did you drink?

Fraser:

You know why I called

you and not her?

She doesn't get it.

She loves you more

than she loves me.

Lay down.

Hey. Shoo.

Lay down.

Look at me.

-(hisses)

-Don't move.

I know it hurts. Shh...

-Fraser: Do you love her?

-Hm...

Sometimes,

when she's kissing me,

feels like she

doesn't know it's me.

She doesn't acknowledge me.

Feels like she's

kissing a mirror.

Kissing a mirror...

That's the only thing

I've ever kissed in my life.

How are we gonna

get this stain out?

(drunken babbling)

...impossible.

-I'll do it for you.

-No...

-(indistinct chatter)

-(insects chirping)

-(car door opens)

-(sighs)

(car door shuts)

-Jennifer: Where are you going?

-Richard: We're going to

the match.

Jennifer:

It's too late for Caitlin.

Americans can only

be happy in America.

Jennifer:

At least don't go out

dressed like that.

This is America. Come on.

(yawns) Your mother's

at headquarters.

Take a shower,

go to bed, okay?

(door shuts)

("Same Drugs"

by Chance The Rapper

plays on headphones)

(indistinct singing)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ This age of pathetics ♪

♪ Don't forget

the happy thoughts ♪

♪ All you need is

happy thoughts ♪

♪ The past tense,

past bedtime ♪

♪ Way back then when

everything we read was real ♪

♪ And everything

we said rhymed ♪

♪ Wide-eyed kids being kids,

why did you stop? ♪

♪ What did you do

to your hair? ♪

♪ Where did you go to

end up right back here? ♪

♪ When did you start

to forget how to fly? ♪

♪ This shit, wanna chew ♪

♪ Tastes like Juicy Fruit ♪

♪ Words have magnitude ♪

♪ Please get me out of that ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ Don't you color out ♪

♪ Don't you bleed out ♪

♪ Stay in the line,

stay in the line ♪

♪ Dandelion ♪

♪ Do the same drugs no more ♪

♪ We don't do, we don't do

the same drugs ♪

♪ We don't, we don't,

we don't... ♪

-Sarah: Maggie said you

met some of the kids today.

-(song ends)

Was there a problem?

You know, it'll take some time.

And compassion.

Can you slice it thin?

If you slice it too thin,

you don't get the taste

of the roast.

I like it thin.

I know, but then you

don't get the flavor.

-(slaps)

-(shrieks)

Thin slices!

Stupid...

Moron.

-Stop! Stop it!

-Come on.

When you were a kid,

you wouldn't let anyone

touch your hair except me.

Fraser:

'Cause I'm dead, Mom. I'm dead.

-Sarah: Sh...

-Get a bottle.

-You had enough for one day.

-Get a bottle!

Come on, have

something to eat now.

Fraser:

You don't love me.

You never loved me.

Sweetheart,

how could you say that?

Fraser:

I had a perfect

life in New York.

Oh yeah? You never acted

like your life was perfect.

Fraser:

I had...

What? Huh?

I hate you.

I hate everything

about you.

I hate your uniform,

and I hate when you sing

and dance by yourself.

That's a lie.

Dance with me. Come on!

Dance with me.

So what, you're gonna

be a General now?

(sighs)

What does that-- What does--

What does that mean?

What's after that?

What's after General?

What about me?

I feel like every moment

I'm in this place,

a little piece

of me is dying.

-You made me leave him.

-What?

-Don't be so--

-Let go of me!

-(slams door)

-God...

(opens door)

Go away!

Come on, angel.

Invisible shield.

Invisible shield!

-Come out.

Come on, we can talk.

-(growls)

(birds chirping)

(mic feedback)

Jonathan (on speaker):

Ladies and gentlemen,

please rise for the arrival

of the official party,

and remain standing

for the posting of

the colors and the singing

of the national anthem.

(bleachers rattling)

Soldier 1:

Command!

Attention!

Present... arms!

Present... huh!

(brass band playing)

("Il Canto degli Italiani"

playing)

(anthem continues playing)

("Just One Look" by Klaus Nomi

playing on headphones)

♪ Ha! Ha! ♪

♪ Say you will ♪

♪ Will be mi-hi-hine! ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ And always ♪

♪ Ha! Ha! Just one look ♪

♪ And I knew, hoo, hoo! ♪

♪ That you were ♪

♪ My only one ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha! ♪

♪ I thought I was dreaming ♪

♪ But I was wrong,

yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

-(song continues, muffled)

-("The Star-Spangled Banner"

playing)

-(anthem ends)

-Soldier 2: Order arms!

Soldier 1:

Order!

Arms!

Forward, harch!

Left. Left...

(bleachers rattling)

Mark time, mark.

Group halt.

Face!

Jonathan (on speaker):

One of the oldest

military traditions

is the passing of a unit flag,

symbolizing the passing

of authority

from the outgoing commander

to the new commander,

which we will

witness here today.

About face.

About face!

Forward harch!

Left. Left.

Left, right-o, left,

right-o, left,

right-o, left.

Mark time. Mark.

Group halt. One, two.

General, take your seat.

You know, in the last year

we had 20 brawls, three rapes,

and two suicides.

Good luck with all that,

sweetheart.

-Well, that was on

your watch, Colonel.

-(kiss)

Congratulations on your

new command, Sarah.

(mic feedback)

Command.

Parade... rest.

I thank Colonel McAunty

for everything he has

done for this post.

Although I have never

commanded a garrison before,

I can assure you that I will

serve the same degree of loyalty

-and commitment.

-Ah!

And that I'll stand by our

nation's greatest treasure.

Freedom,

and the will to defend it.

(applause)

(applause continues)

-Sarah: Was it good?

-Maggie: It was great.

(crowd chatter)

Sarah:

And how many Italians

work at the base?

-(splashing)

-Jonathan: About 30.

We have open days

during the holidays,

but Colonel McAunty reduced

the entry to minimum.

-To the right, we have the pool.

-(chatter and splashing)

We just reconstructed

the whole area,

the pool and the showers.

-Sarah: Is it heated?

-Jonathan: No.

This way to the headquarters'

main entrance.

The officers' club.

In the back, the meeting hall.

Sarah:

It's a great idea to have the

open days during the holidays.

Gives us the possibility

of participating

and understanding local customs.

Closeness reduces

aggression.

-Soldier: Afternoon, ma'am.

-Sarah: Airborne.

(indistinct chatter)

(beeping, buzz, click)

Wait for me here.

Woman:

No, I downloaded it

from my account.

It's coming now.

(indistinct chatter)

(beeping, buzz, click)

(door shuts)

(chuckles)

Man 1:

Let's go. We gotta get 'em

all loaded in the truck.

Man 2:

Go and work your way down.

Make sure you hold them upright!

(bird squawking)

Thank you.

(workers chattering)

(insects chirping)

(street chatter)

(music playing in headphones)

♪ Come into my bedroom ♪

♪ Come into

my bedroom ♪

♪ Come into my bedroom ♪

♪ Come into

my bedroom ♪

♪ Tell me,

what's the joy of giving ♪

♪ If you're never pleased ♪

♪ On my last strength

against you ♪

But what exactly is meant by

the phrase "unbalanced force"?

What is an unbalanced force?

Let me give you

a practical example.

"The Enterprise,"

that's traveling

through interplanetary space,

has to keep at a certain

distance from planets and stars.

Otherwise,

it would crash into them.

If a meteor were to hit it

without destroying it,

it would create

a shift in its course.

By doing so, it would

modify the velocity

in terms of modulus,

course, and inclination.

The acceleration

imprinted on "The Enterprise"

by the unexpected meteor

multiplied by the mass

of the orbiter

is the vector force

acting on "The Enterprise."

F-equals-ma.

So, your homework tonight

is chapter five,

sections two and three.

Any questions?

Maggie:

Yeah! No worries.

So I'll cover for you,

and I'll come in an hour early.

No, no, it's good.

It helps me,

you know, get better

acquainted with the place.

Okay.

Maggie:

Bye, Deb. Talk later.

(splashing)

You prefer

this bathroom?

Keep it in line

with your cheek.

Otherwise, you're

gonna cut yourself.

Not sure I want to.

First learn.

Then you decide.

That's it.

Straight line...

Don't put too much pressure.

Lemme see it.

That's it.

Yeah, I wanna keep it.

(splashing)

(outside chatter)

I love my scar.

(radio chatter)

-Maggie: Smoothie's ready!

-Fraser: Don't want it!

(radio chatter continues)

(thudding)

(slamming)

(planes flying overhead)

Jennifer:

Ah-ah! Cait! Caitlin!

Come back here!

Why are you wearing

your father's shirt?

Don't you dare go out

dressed like that!

(bike clicking)

(rattling)

♪ ♪

(bike clicking)

-(cafe chatter)

-(TV playing)

(Giulia speaking Italian)

(Caitlin speaking Italian)

Harper.

(Giulia speaking)

-(Fraser speaking Italian)

-(Caitlin speaking Italian)

(Giulia speaking)

-(Caitlin speaking)

-(shutter snap)

(Giulia speaking)

-(bartender speaking Italian)

-(Giulia speaking)

Caitlin:

Monifere.

(Giulia speaking)

Caitlin:

Monifere.

(Giulia speaking)

Monifere.

Fraser:

Harper...

(cafe chatter continues)

(girl whistles,

speaking Italian)

(Caitlin speaking Italian)

(girls giggling)

(door opens, shuts)

-(wind blowing)

-(Craig speaking Italian)

(girls screaming, boys laughing)

(waves washing ashore)

(laughter, yelling)

So what should

I call you?

("Three Weeks

and I'm Still Outta My Mind"

by John Adams)

♪ ♪

♪ Three weeks ♪

♪ And still I'm out

of my mind about you ♪

♪ Three weeks ♪

♪ And still

I'm thinking about you ♪

♪ Thinking about you ♪

♪ Three weeks ♪

♪ And still I walk

around blind without you ♪

♪ Three weeks ♪

♪ And still I'm watching,

watching what you do ♪

♪ Don't send me no dead end ♪

♪ No "sorry, we're through" ♪

♪ I gotta get a program

compatible with you ♪

♪ Don't send me no dead end ♪

♪ No "sorry, we're through" ♪

♪ I gotta get my disk

to match your drive ♪

♪ How do you expect

my heart to behave ♪

♪ Unless you enter

my love and save? ♪

♪ Unless you enter

my love and then save ♪

♪ Three weeks and here

I still can't stop ♪

♪ Three weeks and still

I'm crazy to see you ♪

♪ Crazy to see you ♪

♪ I'm ready to pop! ♪

♪ ♪