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TOM: I grew up
slowly beside the
tides and marshes

of a Carolina sea island.

We lived
in a small white house,

won by my
great, great grandfather,

Winston Shadrach Wingo,

in a horseshoe game.

LUKE: Last one around
the tree is a ninny!

(LAUGHING)
Joop, Joop, Joop,
come here!

LILA: Boys, boys!
Careful, now!

I'll race you, Tom!
YOUNG TOM: Wait up, Luke!

There are families
who live out
their entire lives

without a single
thing of interest
happening to them.

YOUNG SAVANNAH:
Don't run so fast, Tom!

I've always envied
those families.

LILA: Luke, mind you
don't torment that dog!

It's my dog.
It's my dog!

Tom, you're gonna
step on him!
He's only a pup.

YOUNG SAVANNAH: Here, Joop!
Come here, Joop!
Mom, did you see me run?

Savannah,
you want a bean?
Come here, Joop!

Boys, you want
a bean?
Give one to the dog.

(SQUEALING)
Quit squealing,
Savannah.

You're next, Tom.

The child
of a beautiful woman,

I was also a shrimper's son
in love with the shape
of boats.

Luke, he's pushing me.
I'm not pushing her.

Quit pushing her.

Just like that.

As a small boy,
I loved to navigate
my father's shrimp boat

between the sandbars.

Rocks coming ahead.

I suppose
Henry Wingo would have
made a pretty good father

if he hadn't been
such a violent man.

From my mother I inherited
a love of language

and an appreciation
of nature.

She could turn
a walk around the island

into a voyage
of purest discovery.

As a child,
I thought she was the most
extraordinary woman on Earth.

I wasn't
the first son to be
wrong about his mother.

HENRY: I am sick
and tired of you

LILA: Leave me alone!
never showing me any
respect in my own house!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

TOM: I don't know when
my parents began their war
against each other.

YOUNG TOM: You're running
too fast for me!
LUKE: Move it, Tom!

But I do know
the only prisoners
they took

were their children.
Wait, you guys!

My shoes
are falling off!
Keep up, Savannah.

When my brother, sister
and I needed to escape,

we developed a ritual.
Okay, jump!

We found a silent,
soothing world

where there was no pain.

A world without
mothers or fathers.

We would make a circle
bound by flesh

and blood and water.

And only when we felt
our lungs betray us

would we rise
toward the light.

And the fear of what
lay in wait for us
above the surface.

(ALL CHATTERING)

All this was
a long time ago,

before I chose
not to have a memory.

Daddy!
I think something bit me!

TOM: Mr. Brighton,
are you selling dope
to my girls again?

Stop bugging us, Dad.
Bye, girls.

Bye, Mr. Brighton.
TOM: Come on in!
It's getting late.

It's a conch.
TOM: Bring him home.

I'll send him
to college.

How do you know
it's a boy?

Well, let's examine him.

Now, girls,
have I ever told you
the facts of life?

Oh, no.
Not this again.

Stay away from boys,
because they're all
Mom!

disgusting,
self-indulgent beasts
Hi, honey.

that pee on bushes
and pick their noses.

Gross, Dad.
That's completely gross.

Oh.
Anyway, I'm not gonna
stay away from boys.

That's the spirit, Lucy.
Never do a thing
your parents tell you.

Hey, Mom,
look what I found.

Daddy, if you
don't quit smoking,
you're gonna die.

That's what they
told me at school.

Well, no more
school for you.
Mom, Dad's smoking again.

Oh, no. Well, you know
what to do with that.

Put it in the sink.
Give me a kiss.

I want to play!

You look tired, Doctor.
I'll fix you a drink.

Oh, that would be
so nice.

It's been
one of those days.

Hey, honey,
it's tough work
being a saint.

(PHONE RINGING)

Sal, can you get it?
Something smells good.

LUCY: Hey, Dad,
come play with us!
Later.

SALLY: It's your mother.
She's calling from her car.

I'm not here.
Okay, Lila.

She's coming over.

Why didn't you tell her
we were under quarantine?

She said
she had to see you.

CHANDLER: Dad,
they won't share.

Work it out, girls.
Work it out.

She said it was urgent.
She was crying.

I can't remember a day
when Lila wasn't crying.

Be nice to her, Tom.

I hate my mother, Sally.
I enjoy hating her.

Please don't kill
one of the few pleasures
in my life.

Then can we talk
about something else?
Sure. What?

Us.
I need a stiff drink
for that conversation.

Girls? Girls!

What?
Would anyone like
to sit on Daddy's lap?

GIRLS: No!
There's money involved.

GIRLS: Yes!

Now, girls,
I'm gonna ask you
a serious question,

and I want you to answer it
with brutal honesty.
Oh, brother.

I already know
what the question is.

Who's the greatest
human being on this Earth?
Mama!

Mama? I've got
to develop some
new routines, huh?

Come on, everybody,
pick up now.

Come on, wash.
It's bath time.
Gotta get ready.

Yeah, we got to pass
inspection, troops.
Lila's coming over.

Lila, Lila, Lila.
Why can't we
call her Grandma?

You'll know when
you're a grandma.
I will?

Now come on.
Pick up everything
and get into that tub.

How's a little
bouillabaisse sound
to you, Mrs. Wingo?

CHANDLER: Yuck! Can't we
ever have normal food?

Do you think we
could talk seriously
for just a few minutes?

Not now, Sally.
My mother's getting close.

Can't you tell?
The air has stopped moving.

(GROANS) Sometimes I think
all you need is just a good
smack across your mouth.

Uh-oh. Here she is.
Oh, Sally, quick.

Tie this garlic
around my neck.

Do we have to invite her
for dinner?

She won't stay.
You know that.
Then let's invite her.

Lila.
Hello, Sally, dear.

Those shrubs need watering.

Oh, yeah.
I'll have to do that.

You're looking
well, Lila.
Don't be glib, Tom.

Will you be having
dinner with us?

No, I can't stay long.
What a shame.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
Where are the children?

They're taking baths. Why?
I have some bad news.

Don't tell me
they cancelled your
American Express card?

Your sister tried
to kill herself again.

You want to make
another joke?

Oh, my God, Lila. When?

I'm not sure.

She was in a coma
when they found her.

How is she now?

She's alive, thank God.

I spoke
to her psychiatrist.

Some Jewish woman
in New York.

She wants one of us
to go up there right away.
I told her you'd go.

What are you saying, Lila?
If she's a shrink
and a Jew, you can't go?

I didn't say that.

I'm just
not entirely sure
I'd be welcome.

You know Savannah.
She'll probably blame me.

My children blame me
for everything.

Oh, do I detect a note
of guilt there, Mama?

Don't you give me that
psychological horseshit.

Why don't you just come
right out and say it?

I'm responsible
for all your problems.

Including your
being out of a job.

Let's hit way below
the belt, now, Lila.
Come on. It's fun.

Don't pretend
you didn't start this.

Fact is I just can't
go right now.

It's your stepfather's
birthday this weekend.

Well, gee, Mother,
I can't go either

because I gotta wash out
Sally's pantyhose.

I'm gonna take
the clothes to
the cleaner.

Why don't you get a job
as a stand-up comedian?

I'm sure it pays better
than teaching did.

Which was far
beneath me anyway.

Now wasn't that what
you were gonna say?
Beneath your abilities, yes.

What do you know
about my abilities?

Talking to you is like
chewing on tinfoil.
What do you mean?

It always has been.
Stop it now,
the both of you!

I'm sorry
you're hurting.

You wanted to talk?

It can wait.

Let's walk.

Tell me what
you're thinking.

(SIGHS)

I'm trying to calculate
the exact moment
everything got so fucked up.

Uh, I'm also
worried the Braves
are gonna finish last.

I don't feel
like laughing.

Oh, come on, Sally.
Come on.

Do you know that this is
the first time that you have
touched me in weeks?

(SIGHING)
My life's a mess, Sally.

Our life's a mess, Tom.

Look!
There's the Big Dipper.

Oh, I don't give a shit
about the Big Dipper!

Damn it,
I care about us.

(SOBBING) I care about why
you keep pushing me away.

I thought you said
all this could wait,
sweetheart.

Wait? I've been waiting
for two years, Tom.

Ever since Luke died.
I know how you feel
about him.

I just don't know how
you feel about me anymore.

(CHUCKLES)
Don't take it personally, Sal.

I don't know how I feel
about anything anymore.

God, you're pathetic.

(SIGHS)

MAN: Don't blame it on us!
Blame it on Con Ed!

(HORNS HONKING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

WOMAN: Get that
truck out of here!
Come on, I'm in a hurry!

I've got
a doctor's appointment!

Lady, what are you
honking at me for?

TOM: It was
only my sister

who could force me to come
to this god-awful city.

This city that roars
down on you.

She loved it all.
The muggers, the winos,

the bag ladies,
the wall-to-wall noise.

She loved it because
it had nothing to do
with our childhood.

Luke and I hated it

for exactly
the same reason.

You're...

Hello.

I'm Dr. Lowenstein.
You must be Tom, hmm?

Yes, ma'am.

Why don't you come in?

You can leave
your things there.

Uh, am I supposed to
lie down on the couch,

or are we gonna make
polite chitchat first?

How about
a cup of coffee?

Oh. Oh, we're gonna make
polite chitchat first.

Was that yes or no
to the coffee?

It's a yes, ma'am.

Cream and sugar?
And you don't have to
call me ma'am, you know.

Oh, that's
my good home training.
And I'm a little nervous.

Cream, no sugar.

Why do you think
you're nervous?

I get nervous
every time my sister
tries to kill herself.

It's a quirk of mine.
A quirk?

I'm sorry.
I was being cynical.
It's a family trait.

Oh, I don't think
Savannah's cynical.

No? She's suicidal.

I wish she was cynical.

How is my sister?

She's out
of physical danger,
but emotionally...

When can I see her?

You'll have to wait
until tomorrow.

Why?
Why can't I go now?

Because she's been
very agitated today.

We're still trying
to quiet her down,

and I think it would be
just too upsetting.

Wouldn't upset me.

No, but it might upset her.

How's your coffee?
Is it hot enough?

It'll do.

In Savannah's poems,

are you the shrimper
or the coach?

The coach.
Luke's the shrimper.
Or was.

And Savannah's
last suicide attempt

was right after his death,
is that correct?

Yeah. She had a few
bad days over it.

Were there other times?

Oh, uh, there might have
been another time

when we were young,
but I'm not sure.

How are you getting paid?

Why are you changing
the subject?

Because I don't like it much.
Is it okay if I smoke?

I'd prefer it if you didn't.

(GROANS) Jesus.

How well do you know
your sister's poetry?

I said I was
a coach, Lowenstein,
not an orangutan.

I was also
an English teacher.

Of course
I know her poetry.
She's my twin.

I know her stuff a hell
of a lot better than you do.

You don't like
psychiatrists much,
do you?

Why should I?
What good do
you people do?

You ask a lot of questions,
and I'm sick of this
whole damn routine.

I'm sick of my sister's
attraction to razor blades,

and I'm sick of shrinks
who can't do a fucking
thing to help her!

Well, I don't know if I can
help your sister either.

(SIGHS) But I do know...

I'm not going
to give up trying.
Why not?

Maybe she just wants
to die too damn much, huh?

And that's okay with you?
You sound resigned
to losing her.

Oh, hell, no,
it's not okay with me.

Yeah, but I am resigned.

Then I don't think
you can help me
with Savannah.

I'm sorry you had
to come all this way.

What do you want from me?

Information.

You see, I've only been
Savannah's doctor
for a few months,

and there's so much more
I need to know about her.

I need to hear the stories
of her childhood,

and she can't tell me
because there are whole
portions of her life

that she's blocked out,
blotted out.

So I need you
to be her memory,
in a sense

and fill in
the missing details.

(SCOFFS) I've spent
my life trying to forget
those missing details.

I beg your pardon?
I said...

Oh, God,
she's a pain
in the ass.

(SIGHS)
What time tomorrow?

I'll meet you
at the hospital at noon.
All right.

What's the matter?
Do you have a headache?
Oh, a doozy.

You wouldn't have any
morphine handy would you?
Morphine?

That's a joke,
Lowenstein.

Hmm.

(HORN HONKING)
Come on, get out
of the way, kid.

If you don't move it, man,
you're gonna get hurt.
Screw you, man.

Here you go.
Thanks a lot.

You gonna help me
with the bags?
Are you out of your mind?

Are you crazy?
I ain't helping you
with no bags.

CAB DRIVER: Come on, move!
Get out of the way!

MAN: Yo, taxi!

BOY: Don't yell at me!

Shit! Shit!

Move your ass an inch,
motherfucker, and you can
kiss it goodbye.

Oh, hi, Eddie.
Go ahead and shoot.
I've had a rotten day.

Tom! You should have
told me you were coming.

The gun, Eddie.
The gun.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Savannah and I
have been robbed
twice this year.

They're leaping
from fire escapes now.

One guy landed
on my air conditioner.

I greased my window sills.
That didn't help at all.

Oh, I love New York.
Oh, tell me about it.

How's Andrew?
Gone. Said
he needed space,

so he found
a younger man
with a duplex.

It's his loss, Eddie.

Bless you.

Savannah was an angel.
I practically lived
over here.

So you're alone now, huh?

Well, unless I can tempt you
into crossing the line
while you're here, Coach.

(CHUCKLING) I got
enough troubles, Eddie.

Actually, you look
terrible, Tom.

I mean, you're not
even cute anymore.

Now, if that's
your idea of seduction,
no wonder you're alone.

Well, it isn't easy.

Did you know
Savannah was seeing
a psychiatrist again?

Of course.
I recommended her.
She's a friend of mine.

It was a bitch
washing it out.

You found her?

We've been giving her
50 milligrams,
three times a day.

Mmm-hmm. I'd bring it
down to 25.

WOMAN OVER PA:
Dr. Klein, extension 242.
Dr. Klein, extension 242.

Don't expect too much.

NURSE: Dr. Lowenstein,
I need to see you
a minute, please.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Hey, Savannah.

Hey, darling.
It's me, Tom.

I have a cancellation,
so why don't you meet me

here at the hospital
in 45 minutes, okay?

All right.
I'm on the third floor.

What the hell
is going on here?

Why is she strapped
down like that?

I know you're upset,
but her team felt
she had to be restrained.

Why? She has
enough drugs in her
to anesthetize a whale.

Her team decides what...
Would you quit
calling them her team?

Sounds like she's trying out
for the New York Giants.

What would you like me
to call them?
Let's be creative.

Call them assholes.

Let me tell you
something about those
assholes, Mr. Wingo.

I'm very grateful to them
because they saved
your sister's life.

I don't like to
see her strapped down.
I don't care what you like.

She's still
a threat to herself.

And there's no point
to any of this unless
we can keep Savannah alive.

And I don't care
if it takes drugs
or voodoo

or reading
the goddamn tarot cards,
I want her alive.

Do you understand me?

You know, when I'm not
picking straw out of my teeth,
I'm a very smart man.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to sound condescending.

You're tough, Lowenstein.

And I'm starving.

Any interest in lunch?

Only if you let me pay.

(CHUCKLES)
Oh, I insist.

I wouldn't have objected
to Lutece or Le Cirque.
Here's your change.

Their chili isn't as good.
Thank you.
Oh. Thank you.

Tell me something.

Why do you think
your father wouldn't
answer my telegram?

Dad only likes good news.
Besides, the shrimp
are running good.

And your mother?
Why didn't she come?

She was the one
I spoke to and, uh...
Priorities.

My mother's
too busy hiring a caterer
for my stepfather's birthday.

Do you always
make jokes in place
of conversation?

It's the Southern way,
ma'am.

"Southern way"?

It's my mother's own
immortal phrase.

When things get too painful,
we either avoid them
or we laugh.

When do you cry, according
to the Southern way?

(LAUGHS)
We don't.

Jesus. Even Sally makes
better chili than this.

I have a really good recipe,
if you're interested.

No, thanks.
I never cook.

What the hell is it
with you doctors?

Tom?
Yeah?

Does the word
"callanwolde" mean
anything to you?

No. Why?

It was something Savannah
kept repeating

when she first came
out of the coma.

"Callanwolde,
callanwolde." No?

I don't know.

I have to get back
to the hospital.

It's late.
I can't see you tomorrow
until about 7:30, okay?

Okay.

Lowenstein.

What's your first name?
Why?

Why not?

(LAUGHS)

It's just that, uh,
my patients call me
Dr. Lowenstein.

But I'm not your patient.

Susan.

Thank you, Doctor.
I won't use your name.
I just wanted to know it.

Be on time.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PANTING)

TOM: Eight bucks a pound?
VENDOR: Eight bucks a pound.

For shrimp?
You got it.

Are these fresh?
Yeah, they're fresh.
They're today's.

They're gorgeous.
Don't worry about it.

All right, I'll take
a pound of that.
Let me get the scale. Tony!

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

HENRY: Shrimp Newburg?

For Christ's sake, Lila,
it's got wine in it.

It's garbage!

It's elegant food,
Henry.

And it's gonna get me
into the Colleton League.

That's a joke.
What do you think they got
a Colleton League for?

To keep people
like you out. Joop!

Why do you want
to join anyway, Mama,
if they don't want you?

(WHIMPERS)
LILA: 'Course they want me.
They just don't know it yet.

You see?
Even the dog won't eat it.
Goddamn it!

I worked hard all day long
to come home and have
to eat this shit?

I think it's good.
Who asked you?

Nobody.
(MIMICKING TOM) "Nobody."

Tip your head up, boy.

You ain't gonna cry,
are you?

What did I tell you
about crying?

What did I tell you
about crying in this house?

Put your hands in your lap.
Sit up straight.

Come on, sit up straight.
You gonna cry now?

Savannah, go get
this little girl
one of your dresses.

Why do you have to be
so mean, Daddy?

Henry, why don't I
get you another supper?

There's some
leftover hash and rice.

I'll heat it up
for you, all right?

Give me a hand here, Tom.

Yes, you go out
in the kitchen with
the rest of the girls.

Why don't you bully
on somebody your own size?

And you? Huh? Huh?
What, can't anyone take
a joke around here?

(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)
YOUNG SAVANNAH:
I'll help, Mama.

I want you to melt
this butter, Savannah.
And heat up this rice.

Chop that onion in fine
little pieces, Tom.

HENRY: I like American food.

YOUNG SAVANNAH:
I'm sorry, Mama.

LILA: Sorry?
There's nothing
to be sorry for.

Marry into nothin',
you get nothin'.

(HENRY CONTINUES SHOUTING)
Add some pepper, Tom.

Hand me that
Worcestershire sauce
out of the cupboard.

HENRY: When I come home
I want something
I want to eat.

Your mouth is
hanging open, child.

Come home here and they
expect me to eat something

the dumbest dog
in the world won't eat.
Nice and spicy.

Shrimp Newburg?
All I want is a good,
plain American meal.

LILA: There you go, darling.

Now this is food, Lila.

(BARKS)

LILA: Eat up, children.

(LAUGHS) So your mother
fed him dog food, huh?

Yeah. He even asked
for a second helping.

(CHUCKLES) Maybe that's where
you got your sense of humor.
From your mother.

Oh, very funny.
Very funny.
She called today.

Very concerned
about Savannah.

Don't believe
a word she says.
She's a liar.

That's interesting.
She said you tell lies
about her.

That figures.

You know, I saw
Herbert Woodruff come out
of your office the other day.

He sure can
play the fiddle.

You're changing
the subject again.

(CHUCKLES)
What's wrong with him?

Just kidding.

Still, it's hard to believe
that anybody that makes that
kind of money has troubles.

Are you really
that provincial?

Oh, hell, yes.
So is Savannah.

When we were kids,
the only way we'd get
off our island was by boat.

We grew up
on a tidal plain.

A tidal plain?
What does that mean?

(CHUCKLING)
Tides mean everything,
Lowenstein.

They measure everything.
Moods, seasons,
time to plant, to fish,

to mate.

It's primitive.
Biological clocks ticking
all over the place.

Hmm.

It sounds like
a nice way to live.

What else did she say,
my mother?

She said that she was the one
who encouraged Savannah
to become a poet.

Is that true?

(LAUGHS) Jesus Christ.
That woman has no shame.

You want to know how
she encouraged Savannah
to write?

By burning the journals
she kept as a child.
Why would she burn them?

Because Savannah was
being disloyal, writing
about our hideous family.

What's hideous
about your family?

Are you asking me
to be disloyal?

If that's what it takes
to help Savannah, yes.

(SIGHING)
Aren't we about done?
What time is it?

Mmm-mmm,
mmm-mmm,
mmm-mmm.

We still have
a few more minutes.
Mmm.

What did Savannah do
after your mother
burned her journals?

She took her finger
and she wrote in the sand,

and then she wrote
in the air.

She began writing poetry
so my mother wouldn't
understand it.

So in a sense,
your mother was right.
She did help create a poet.

Oh, bullshit, Lowenstein.
She created a schizophrenic.

My mother should have
raised cobras, not children.

Can you tell me
anything good
about your parents?

No.

Try.

(SIGHING)

Okay. They did two
really good things.

Luke and Savannah.

Incredible people.

Passionate, defiant,
not for sale.

What about you?

Oh, I was a courteous
Southern boy that did
what he was told.

I was responsible
and normal and dull.

I don't know what normal is,
and you're anything but dull.

Compared to them I was.

Meanwhile, your sister's
in the hospital
and your brother's dead.

You must be doing
something right.

You can go now.
Hmm?

Time's up.

Good night.

Good night.

TOM: "Women and men,
both little and small,

"cared for anyone
not at all.

"They sowed their isn't,
they reaped their same.

"Sun, moon, stars, rain.

"Children guessed
but only a few.

"And down they forgot
as up they grew."

TOM: So this began a series
of confessional days

when I spun out the history
of Savannah's past

in order to keep her alive.

By the second week,
I'd developed
the first symptom

of the New York willies,

the guilt that every
out-of-towner feels

if he's not
improving his mind

every goddamn second.

I made a list of things
I should do.

Museums, plays, run six miles
in under 50 minutes,

see three foreign films
all at the same time.

Anything not to feel guilty.

LOWENSTEIN: Tom,
how old was Savannah
when you first realized

something was wrong
with her?

TOM: About seven or eight.

Anything specific happen?

Well,

my mother had
a baby at home.

It was stillborn.

She told us it died
'cause we were bad.

Anyway, we were going
to bury it the next day,

so Dad wrapped it
in some towels
and put it in the freezer.

That night I got up
to get a drink of water,

and I saw Savannah sitting
in the rocking chair

with the dead baby
in her arms.

She was saying,

"You're the lucky one,
'cause you don't have
to live with us."

Did you say
anything to her?

The next day I did,
but she didn't remember
anything about it.

(SIGHS) When I
told her what happened,
all she said was,

"Why would anyone do
a crazy thing like that?"
Hmm.

So...

You were her memory
even then.

I guess so.

Uh-huh.

(NEIGHBORS SHOUTING)

(COUGHING)

(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(PHONE RINGING)

Goddamn locks.

I'm coming!
I'm coming!

Yo!
SALLY: What?
What was that again?

(LAUGHING) I'm learning
to speak the language
of the natives here.

Hiya, Sally.
How's it going down there?

Well, it's just sort of
blowing up a storm.

I got the girls' drawings.

Did they get my letters?
Yup, and they loved 'em.

Oh, good.
Did you get my letter?

Uh, Tom?

I don't think it's
a good idea for you
to come home this weekend.

Why not?

Well, I'm not sure.

I'm just not sure
that I want to see you
right now.

I, uh...
I have a lot
to figure out.

Uh-huh.

What's the point, Tom?

I mean, let's face it.

We don't make each other
feel good anymore.

Right.

Look, uh,

I didn't want
to tell you this
on the telephone.

I wanted to tell you
before you left,

but the way you left,

there wasn't any time.

What did you want
to tell me, Sally?

(SOBBING)

What's his name?

What's his name, Sally?
The man must have a name.

Jack Cleveland.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

Jesus, Sally. Jesus!

Jack Cleveland?
You mean that aging
pompous hippie

from the hospital who
still rides a motorcycle?

(SHOUTING)
Oh, for Christ's sake,
Sally, why him?

Why him?

Because he knows
how he feels about me.

(SIGHS)

Oh, Sally.

This is too difficult
to talk about over the phone.

Uh...

Just think about it
carefully, okay?

I hardly think
about anything else.

Good night, Tom.

Sally?
What?

(SIGHS) Are you
really in love?

I'm not sure.

I might even be
doing this to hurt you.

I gotta go.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

Dear Sally,

I wish the words
"I love you"

weren't so difficult for me.

I've missed you.
I miss touching you.

I don't know what keeps me
at such a distance.

I'm sorry
I disappoint you, Sally,

but you're right
to feel that way.

How else could you
react to half a man?

How could you not
be disappointed?

Hell, I seem to
disappoint anyone who tries
to find the best in me.

LILA: Tom?

Ma'am?
(WHISPERS) Come on in here.

Come on,
lie beside me.
Come on.

You're the only Wingo
who's gonna amount
to something.

Luke can't do it
because he isn't smart.

Savannah can't do it
because she's just a girl.

But Luke's smart, Mama.
Not like you.

Or me.

Nobody knows this yet,

but I'm an amazing woman.

Do you believe that?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm not gonna die
in a house like this,
I promise you that.

Something else, Tom.

I love you.

More than I love
any of them.
But, Mama...

I do.

I can't help it.

You're my favorite.

That's gonna be
our little secret.

Can you keep a secret?

Yes, ma'am.
Okay.

Can I go now?

Not till you tell me
you love me.

I love you, Mama.

(SIGHS)

It took me 20 years
to tell Luke and Savannah
about my secret.

And when I did, they just
fell on the floor howling.

You see, my mother
took each of them
into that room

and told them
exactly the same thing.

Hmm.

Why did you
tell me that story?

(SCOFFING)
To prove that
Lila Wingo would...

Oh, just to show
why Savannah could
never trust her.

You mean why you
could never trust her.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.
That's the wrong story.

Let's just skip it
and I'll try to think
of a better one.

What's bothering you?

Global warming, acid rain,
the national debt.

Oh, and my wife's having
a goddamn affair

with a heart surgeon
in South Carolina.

Hmm.
Jesus, I feel like
such an idiot!

I never even knew
it was going on.

Maybe you weren't
paying attention.
Oh, bullshit.

Now, let's face it,
Lowenstein, women are
more devious than men.

Yeah, you're great
at hiding things.
You keep secrets.

You smile when you lie.

You expect a man to be
a tower of strength,

and when it turns out
he's got a few weaknesses

and some insecurities,
what do you do?

You turn around,
and God damn it,
you betray him.

So you feel that
your mother betrayed you?

I was talking
about my wife!

Oh.

Oh, God, I hate
this Freudian crap.

And it's not
your job to listen to
my problems anyway.

And if you don't mind,
I'd like to go.

You're free to leave
any time you want.
Good.

TOM: Goddamn shrink.

Who was I kidding?

I was a champion
at keeping secrets,

better than any woman.

Until Susan Lowenstein
came along.

A man who never talked

now is doing nothing else,

her questions making me
as dizzy as her perfume.

(DANCE MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Excuse me.

Would you like to dance?

Who, me?
Yes, you.

(LAUGHS)
Come on.

No, no, no, no.

Come on, just loosen up.
No, I'm, uh...

Hey, hands to yourself.
He's spoken for.

Tom, how's Savannah?
When can I see her?

Well, I don't know, Eddie.
It's a little like
talking to a fern.

Well, I'm glad
she's improving.

Come on. Let's dance.
No, no.

Come on, give me a break.
I'm a lousy dancer.

Oh, come on.
Walk on the wild side.
You're in the big city.

Oh, no.
Well, all right.
What the hell.

God, you are
a lousy dancer.

Go mingle.
Come on, get in here.
Get into the party.

MAN: Hey, Eddie,
where are my chairs?

EDDIE: I found
four of them, and I have
a lead on another two.

Roberta, have I got
a settee for you.

Don't laugh.
(LAUGHING) All right.

You're laughing.
I'm sorry.

I'm surprised
to see you here.

Why? I like Eddie.

You know, I...

You really
pissed me off today,

but you made me think
about some things.

Well, don't make it a habit,
or I'll have to start
charging you.

Oh! We do have
a sense of humor.

I was beginning to think
you had it surgically removed.

(CHUCKLING)

You look mighty pretty
tonight, ma'am.

Thank you.
Are you all right?

Oh, God, I'm great.
I'm just great.

Now that I've finished lying,
can I ask you to dance?

Mmm-mmm.
No?

No.
You'd be the first woman I've
danced with in New York City.

I'd rather not.

Come on, Lowenstein.
Walk on the wild side.

No, I...
Come on.

It's a party.
Come on. Don't worry.

I can't dance
and make a pass
at the same time.

I'd lose count.
Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

MAN: I don't wanna...

You came alone?
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, it's funny.

I never went anywhere alone
until I got married.

Well, that speaks well
for matrimony.

No, it's just that

my husband travels a lot.

What does he do?

You know, it's late.
I really should go.

I'll take you home.

No, no. It's okay.
I'm fine. Really.

I'm a Southerner, ma'am.
We take our ladies home.

How do you do it?
How do you listen to people's
sob stories all day?

Doesn't it depress you?

No, not if I think
I can help them.

Anyway, you learn

to separate
your patients' problems
from your own.

Now, yours,
I think I could handle.

Oh, yeah?
Don't be so sure.

(CHUCKLES)

Tell me something.

Did you ever
want to write,
like Savannah?

(LAUGHS)

You're changing
the subject, Lowenstein.

Am I?
Mmm-hmm.

It's a technique
I'm learning from you.
Oh.

Oh, there he is again.
You see him?

That guy is following me.

So you're a shrink
to the stars, huh?

He's not my patient.
He's my husband.

(LAUGHING)

No kidding.
Herbert fucking Woodruff
is your husband?

Herbert Woodruff is
my husband, yes.

How'd you meet him?

I saw him perform at,
uh, Carnegie Hall.

I was 22 years old.

Oh, I had never heard
anything like it.

I mean, that kind of

passion, artistry,
whatever you call it.

You know,
it's like Savannah's.

They have that gift
to make people feel.

I fell in love
with him instantly.

So you married him
and then you lived
happily ever after, huh?

I married him.

What are you telling me? That
mine isn't the only screwed
up union on the planet?

I'm not telling you
anything more.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Now, no fair.
I spill my guts to you.

I tell you my marriage
is full of holes,

but when I ask you something,
you got nothing to say.

Now I think it's your turn
to give a little.
No.

Oh, come on, Lowenstein,
be human. Now talk to me.

Tell me something
about yourself.
I can't. I can't.

God, why are there
never any cabs
when you want them?

All right, I'll tell you what.
I'll ask a few
simple questions

and you just answer them.

Simple?
Yeah. It's very simple.

Like, what's
your father's name?
Douglas.

What's your favorite car?

Um, I like those
old Ford Woodies.
Oh, good.

Who's the first boy
you ever kissed?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Dick Berkowitz.
He was very cute.

Do you have any idea
how beautiful you look
in that suit?

What is this,
Make Lowenstein
Feel Better Day?

And you've got
a great smile.
You should smile more.

Stop.
You don't believe me,
do you?

Come on.
Come here.
Let me show you something.

What?
Come here.
Let me show you.

Right there.
A painting?
You're gonna show me a...

No. You. Look at you. You.
Your face, your smile.

Your suit. I'm talking
great stuff here.

Beautiful.
Okay, you convinced me.

Now would you please
get me a cab?
Mmm-hmm.

LOWENSTEIN:
Why don't you come up
for a minute?

I'd like you
to meet my son.
TOM: Sure. Okay.

(TV PLAYING)

Come on in.

Bernard?

Bernard, I'd like you
to meet a friend of mine.

How do you do?

Would you mind stepping
out of the way?

Oh. Excuse me.
Mr. Wingo is a football
coach, Bernard.

Oh, yeah?
Oh, Dad called
from Vienna today.

He said to say hi to you
when I saw you.

Did you practice
this afternoon?

No. I've been too busy
watching TV.

You're being rude,
Bernard.
No, he's being a teenager.

I used to be one
myself.
No kidding.

Mmm-hmm.

Where are you from?
Your accent's weird.

South Carolina.
Hmm.

Is this TV you're
watching or a video?
Would you stop talking?

I'm trying to watch
this movie.
All right, it's late.

Come on.
It's time for bed, Bernard.
Let's go.

Turn down the TV
and go to bed. Now.

I'll see you, Bernard.

(STAMMERING)
Tom, I'm

sorry that he was
so rude to you.
No, no, no.

You don't have
to apologize,
Lowenstein.

Teenagers, by definition,
are not fit for society.

That's true. Um...

Bernard wants
to play football.

That's why
I brought you up here
to meet him.

I thought that maybe
you could coach him
a couple of days a week.

You see, he never
gets a chance to play
while his father's around.

So, Herbert's on tour.
I thought that maybe...

Is this a job offer?

Yes. Yes, and I would
insist on paying you.

What would you consider
a reasonable rate?

What are your rates?

I charge $150 an hour.

Fine. I'll take it.

You must be
a very good coach.

(LAUGHING)

Forget it, Lowenstein.
I'm not a charity case yet.

Tell Bernard
we'll start on Monday.
Good.

Good night.
Good night.

(BELL TOLLING)

(EXHALES)

First rule of thumb,
Bernard. Never be late.

I didn't want
to come anyway, okay?

Well, your mother thinks
you want to play ball.
Is there any truth to that?

Maybe. Maybe not.

So where do you coach,
Mr. Wingo, hillbilly country?

(CHUCKLES)
Oh, we're a little
class conscious, are we?

Where do you go to school,
Miss Porter's?

Phillips Exeter, smart-ass.

You didn't get to play
last year, did you?

How'd you know?

Because any rich,
snot-nosed punk

that would dare
call his coach
a smart-ass

wouldn't get to haul water,
let alone play.

With your attitude you belong
in the bleachers, kid.

When you get ready
to play football,

you get my number
from your mother. Catch.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Hey, you need help.

This is not
an attractive look
for a middle-aged man.

When are you gonna
take me shopping?

Say, did you ever hear
of a woman named
Renata Halpern?

No. Who is she?
I don't know,
but she writes

good poems
about growing up
Jewish in Brooklyn.

Are you sure
she wasn't staying
with Savannah recently?

Not that I know of.
Of course, I've been
out of town a lot.

All right.
Bloomingdale's
on Saturday, big boy.

Okay.

Coach Wingo?

Look, um, you know,
yesterday...

(STAMMERING) I mean, I...
You know, I...

I accept your
apology, Bernard.

I didn't get to
play last year 'cause
I never made the team.

I mean,
they made fun of me.

If I coach you, Bernard,
I promise you they won't
make fun of you,

but you've got
to promise me something.
What?

You gotta shut up, Bernard.
Your mouth pisses me off.

Oh, yeah. Okay, okay.
"Yes, sir" is the correct way
to address me.

Now, first thing
we're gonna do is follow
certain forms and courtesies.

You'll do whatever
I tell you to do and you'll
do it with enthusiasm.

I'm gonna teach you
to play football,
and I'm gonna teach you well.

I'm gonna run
your ass off
every day.

Wait a sec.
I have my violin lessons.
Shut up, Bernard.

Yes, sir.
And after I run you
until you drop,

make you lift weights
until you can't move,

make you tackle
until your arms cramp,

something's gonna happen
to you that's never happened
in your miserable little life.

What's that, sir?
You're gonna be happy, kid.

Move 'em! Move 'em! Hit it!

(GASPS)
Come on. Get up.

Drop that leg. Roll.
Drop this leg. Roll.

That's it.
All right, let's see
that smile.

Do it again
with a smile.

Cross, back.
Cross. That's it.

Cross 'em over.
Cross, back. Cross.

Bring this shoulder out.
Bring this shoulder.

Keep your eyes on the ball.
Concentrate. Concentrate.

Come on, Bernard.
Get your hands up.
Come on.

(LAUGHS) Come on, get it.
Bernard, turn around and run!

GIRLS ON PHONE:
You're the greatest person
in the whole world, Daddy.

(LAUGHING) Well,
now, what's this?

I don't even get
the pleasure of asking
the questions anymore?

When you coming
home, Daddy?

TOM: I'm coming home soon.

If you miss my birthday,
I'm gonna kill you.

Chandler, how could
I miss your birthday?

I was there the day
you pushed your way
into the world.

I want an alligator.

You go down to the marsh
and you get one.

I want a stuffed alligator
so he can sleep in bed
with me.

Now that's a dangerous
habit to get into, kiddo.
Is Mama there?

Mommy, Daddy wants
to talk to you.

Okay.

Hi.
Oh, hi, Sal.

Listen, I really
want to come home
for Chandler's birthday.

It'll only be
for a couple of days.
No, we'd...

We'd all be upset
if you didn't come, Tom.

Oh, good.
Well, thanks, Sally.

Okay. I'll talk to you. Bye.

All right. Bye-bye.

Set! Move!

Come on,
keep your balance.
Keep your balance.

Keep your balance.
All right, square.
All right.

All right, pop me.
Pop me. Pop me.

Bernard, pop me! That's it!
See how you don't move?

Cross it over! Cross it over!
Cross it over! Cross it over!
Cross it over! Cross it over!

TOM: Hut!

Pass it! Good!

Coach, what are you doing?
You got a broken cigarette.

You're taking
my cigarette away?

TOM: So this became
my routine. Coaching Bernard
in the morning,

and in the afternoon,
telling the Wingo family
secrets to his mother.

And looking forward
to telling them.

Or looking forward
to seeing her.

LOWENSTEIN: It's as if
Savannah has some
kind of a splinter,

you know,
that she's neglected.

And, um, it festers...

It festers inside you
until you...
Until you get it out.

You know what I mean?

And the stories you're
telling me are really
helping her remember,

and I'm very proud
of the work we're doing.

Do you know what I mean?
Huh?

(LAUGHS)

Time's up. Out.

Lowenstein. Here. Catch.

Throw me the ball.
Throw me the ball.
My nails.

(LAUGHS) Throw you
the ball? Okay.

(TOM CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)
Yeah! Yeah!

Go! Go! Move!

Hit it! Good, good!
Move, move, move, move!

(COUGHING)

Coach, what are you
trying to do,
kill yourself?

(COUGHS)
I'm not quitting,
Bernard, you hear?

(COUGHING)
Then I'll smoke.

No, you're not smoking.
You're not smoking.

Then throw 'em out.
All right,
I will, I will.

All of them!
Oh, all right.
All right.

Congratulations, Coach.
How do you feel?
I feel better already.

(TOM COUGHING)

TOM: You know,
it's an art form to hate
New York properly.

BERNARD: No, it's not.
It's a cliche.

(TOM LAUGHS)

You're not such
a dumb kid after all,
Bernard.

Let's go to a bookstore.
It's my daughter's birthday
next weekend.

She wants an alligator.
There's a crocodile
in Peter Pan.

Do you think
she'll buy it?

It's my mom's birthday
next week, too.

I'll bet you got her
exactly nothing.
Well...

TOM: Come on. We'll see if
we can find her something.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(TOM WHISTLING TO TUNE)

(GROANS)
Shit! Shit!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Who the hell
is Renata Halpern,

and what does she
have to do with my sister?

Why don't you sit down
and cool off for...

You've known about this
the whole time, haven't you?

Tom, I'm finding it
difficult conducting
a session...

This is not a session,
damn it. I'm asking you
a question.

And you're doing
a shitty job of evading it.

Tell me who wrote this book!

What's so disturbing
about it?
That's not the issue.

The issue is why
you didn't tell me.

It wasn't my place
to tell you. Your sister
specifically asked me...

(SCOFFING)
You're a piece of work,
Lowenstein.

I come in here
and I tell you everything.

You withhold
an important piece
of information from me.

Maybe it's you
who's withholding.
This is not about me!

Then why are you so upset?
Because I don't
like being lied to.

I don't like secrets.
I could report you
to the authorities.

Have your goddamn
license suspended.

Tom, stop acting like
a petulant child.

You haven't answered
my question, Lowenstein.
Tell me who wrote this book.

Why don't you tell me?
Oh, I'll tell you.
My sister wrote it.

It's all about
my goddamn family.

If my mother ever read it,
she'd rip out Savannah's
pancreas with her teeth.

Why? Why would she do that?
What are you all hiding?

I don't answer
any more questions
until you answer mine.

Then why don't you
sit down and listen.

That is, if you're not
too exhausted by your
temper tantrum.

Oh, shit!

The first few times
Savannah came to see me,

she told me her name
was Renata Halpern.

(SCOFFS) Jesus. She's even
crazier than I thought.

Shut up or I won't continue.

She told me her father
was a furrier

and that both parents were
survivors of the holocaust.

She couldn't fool me
about being Jewish,

but what fascinated me
was why she chose to be
the child of survivors.

What was she trying
to survive? What is
she trying to survive?

Well, how the hell
would I know?
I think you do.

Come on, Lowenstein.
You're supposed to be
answering my questions.

Why'd she do it?
Something about
writing that book

made her want to
become someone else.
And that was okay with you?

It was not okay with me.
I told her unless she
resolved her own problems,

no one else she'd become
would have a chance.

Is this what
people pay you to do?
Turn them into someone else?

You're not listening to me.
You haven't heard
a goddamn word I've said.

Oh, bullshit!
What do you think
I'm doing here every day?

Complaining, avoiding,
pointing your finger,

Fuck you, Lowenstein!
refusing to
take responsibility.

Fuck you and Sigmund Freud
and my sister Renata Halpern!

The whole thing makes me sick.
The way you're reacting
makes me sick.

How do you expect
me to react?

What if I'd done the same
thing to your son?

It's not the same thing.
"Come on to
South Carolina, Bernard.

"I'll change your name
and turn you into
a Presbyterian quarterback."

It's quite different,
Mr. Wingo. My son didn't
try to kill himself.

Give him time, Lowenstein.
Give him time.

You son of a bitch.

(GROANS)

(GROANING)
Oh, my God.
I'll go get you some ice.

Oh, Jesus.
I see a big malpractice suit
coming out of this, Doctor.

I am so embarrassed.

(LAUGHING) What a day!

I get dropped
by a dictionary,

and I find out my sister's
become a Brooklyn Jew.

Here. Here.
Put this on.
Oh, I don't need that.

I'd rather act like a man
and bleed to death.

Just be quiet
and take it.

(GROANS)

And after you've stopped
bleeding, I'd like
to take you to dinner.

No chili today, Doctor.
This time it's gonna cost you.

(TOM LAUGHING)

TOM: So this is therapy, huh?

LOWENSTEIN: (CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Pretty bloody, isn't it?
TOM: Yeah.

I still can't believe
I did that to you.

Face it, Lowenstein,
I bring out the
animal in you.

Hmm.

I owe you an apology.

I accept.

That was a terrible thing
to say about you.
Yes, it was.

I know it. Jeez.
Thank you for accepting.

WAITER: Would you like
to order now?
Um...

(STAMMERING)
We would like
to order now.

Do you want me
to order for you?
I eat here all the time.

How am I supposed to trust
a woman to order for me
who can't even cook?

Just because I don't know
how to cook doesn't mean
I don't know how to eat.

(CHUCKLING) All right.
Go ahead, Lowenstein.

I'll do anything
to make you happy tonight.
Okay, good.

I think, um...

I think we'll start
with the artichaut garni
de champignons au safran.

Mmm-hmm.
And pour monsieur,

la mousse de canard
aux baies sauvages.

And then we'll have the
soupe de poisson au crabe.

Delicious.

And for our main course,
rable de lapin.

WAITER: The rabbit is superb.
Merci.

God, there's nothing sexier
than a beautiful woman
ordering food in French.

Why don't you read me
the whole menu?

Are you flirting
with me, Tom?

Yeah, I think I am.

And I'd like you
to find me attractive,
bloody nose and all.

And I'd like to ask you
something about Savannah.

(SCOFFS)
God, don't you ever
take a night off?

No. You said
you'd do anything
to make me happy.

Just one thing.

Savannah told me
that her children's book
came out of a dream.

Mmm-hmm.
More like a nightmare.

And there were images in it
that terrorized her,
but she didn't know why.

You know,
like the three stray dogs.

You've read the story now.
What do you think it means?

(LAUGHS) Lowenstein,
you're incorrigible.

I mean, here we are,
at a wonderful restaurant,

and you want me to interpret
my sister's dreams?

You want to
interpret dreams? Do mine.

I had a great one
about you last night.

You had a dream about me?

TOM: Uh-huh, yeah.
You wanna hear?
I'm not sure.

Don't worry.
This one is "G" rated.

This one?
Uh-huh.

Tell me.

There was a blinding
snow storm right here
in New York City.

I went out for a walk
and I ran into you.

We decided to go
to the Rainbow Room.

No one was there,
so we started to slow dance.

What do you think it means?

You said it was
a snow storm?
Mmm-hmm.

A blinding snow storm?

Maybe there's something
you're afraid to see.

Maybe I want to get
to know you better.

Maybe you're trying
to snow me.

Maybe I have cold feet.

Maybe you just miss winter.

Move those legs!
Move them! Move them!

(GRUNTS)
That's it.
Get in position.

Keep your head up.
All right. Come!

(EXCLAIMS)

Is that my son?

Is that you in there,
Bernard?

BERNARD: Okay,
let's try it again.

I don't think this was
such a good idea.

Stop being a Jewish
mother, Lowenstein.

I am a Jewish mother.
I even brought sandwiches.

TOM: Oh, good.
I'm starving.

I got delicious ones here.
Come on, Bernard.
Take a break.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Great. I got one for you.

Slave away
in the kitchen all day
making those, Mom?

No, I bought them,
like I usually do.
Would you like one?

No, I'm not hungry.

So, can I watch you play?
I mean, I promise I won't
be overprotective.

I don't really feel
like playing anymore.

Come on,
let's toss the ball around
for a few minutes.

What am I, a trained seal?
I gotta do whatever she wants?

Oh, you got it tough, kid.

Come on. Let's lie
in the grass

and cry for all the terrible
misfortune in your life.

You know, you turn into,
like, a real jerk every time
my mother's around.

What are you trying to do,
impress her?

You're totally out of line,
Bernard. You're not mad
at him, you're mad at me.

Save that crap
for your patients, Mom.

(SIGHING)

He's right, you know.

He's absolutely right.

I don't know
how to talk to him.

Maybe you should try
a new approach.

Oh, yeah?
What's that?

Laugh, Lowenstein. Laugh.

The Southern way, hmm?

Yeah. If that doesn't work,
then you bop him on the head.

What do you
think of me, Tom?

Well, I think
you have it made.

I mean, you're rich,
you live like a queen,

your kid needs some work,

but overall, you're
in the top one percent.

You're lying.

I think you're
a very sad woman,
Lowenstein.

(SIGHS)

I like it when
you tell the truth.

And I think you're
the first friend I've
made in a long time.

Come on. Let's go
to the movies.

The movies?
Yeah, come on.

TOM: Rare footage
from the Savannah
Wingo archives.

LOWENSTEIN: How wonderful.
Where did you find this?

Well, I was snooping
around and I found them.
Savannah must have kept them.

Wait, wait.
Who's that? Luke?
Yeah, that's Luke.

He was always
horsing around.

Oh. Here's our graduation.

What? From
grade school, right?
Yeah, right. Grade school.

(CHUCKLES)
Did you always jump in
with your clothes on?

(LAUGHING) Yes,
as a matter of fact, we did.

And that's your mother,
Lila?
Yeah, that's Miss Lila.

Mmm-hmm.
She was very pretty.

She still is.

So, who took
these pictures?

My father.
You see, he bought
this camera one year.

He thought he would
give up shrimping,

the only thing
he was good at,

and make
a fortune in film.

Don't ask me how.

Savannah said that
your father was always
losing money.

Is that true?
Oh, that's
an understatement.

Henry Wingo had
the opposite of
the Midas touch.

Everything he touched
turned to shit.

What is that?
Tell me what that is.

That is one of
my father's all-time,
cockamamie schemes.

What?
Well, you see, he bought
this gas station.

He thought this tiger
would draw people
by the thousands.

All it did
was scare them
the hell away.

The only one
that wasn't afraid of
that animal was Luke.

He fed him,

took care of him.

He had a lot
of courage.

What about you?

(CHUCKLES)
I didn't need any.
I had Luke.

Oh, this is our island.

The only place
Dad ever really owned.

At the time
this was taken,
it was worthless.

Not to Luke, though.

To him,
it was the most precious
place in the world.

When he was older,
he went to Vietnam.

He came back a hero.

He swore he'd
never leave it again.

He didn't.

What happened?

My mother got the island
in the divorce settlement.

She immediately sold it
to the government
for a lot of money.

They wanted to
put up a power plant.

Luke went crazy.
He made some threats.

The government laughed.

He blew up
a construction site.

They quit laughing.

And then?

He went on waging
his own private war.

Hurt some people.

Savannah and I
tried to stop him,

but the government
stopped him first.

Shot him in the head. Bingo.

Would you like
a cold drink?
Maybe a beer, huh?

How did you deal
with his death?

Shut down
like a broken motor.

Hmm. And according
to the Southern way,
still no tears?

(LAUGHING)

Oh, I cry sometimes,
Lowenstein.

I cry at weddings,
at the Olympics.

I'm real big
at the national anthem.
But not over Luke?

What the hell for?
It wouldn't bring
him back.

No. But it might
bring you back.

(SIGHS)

Thank you.

Hey, there.
Welcome back.
Hi.

Oh, gee. Dr. Wingo
had an emergency
down at the hospital.

Aw, that's all right,
Megan.

Are the girls asleep?
Uh, yes, sir,
for a while now.

All right.
You go home now.

Okay, I'll just
get my things.

Hey, Coach.

Oh, hey, Sally.

How you doing?
All right. Fine.

What's the proper form
in a situation like this?

Do we talk or do we fight
or do we ignore the whole
thing all together?

I don't...
I don't know.

You want some juice?
Yeah.

(SIGHS)
SALLY: How's Savannah, Tom?

She... She's one day up,
and one day down.

Do you, uh,
like the psychiatrist,
do you trust her?

Oh, yeah.

Well, what's...
What's her name again?

Lowenstein.

Do you want me
to make a fire?

I don't think so.
It's 90 degrees outside.

You've always been
such a traditionalist.

Jack Cleveland wants
to marry me, Tom.

Do you need a letter
of recommendation?

That's not funny.

Well, uh, considering
my other options,

I thought it was the kindest,
most restrained thing
I could say.

What do you want do?

I don't know.

(SIGHS)

I mean, part of me
just wants to pack up
and walk away from a life

that doesn't
seem to work anymore.

And part of me
says that no life
will work,

if I can't make
this one right.

How can I
help you, Sally?

By trying to understand,
I guess.

Sally,

I'm sorry I made you
unsure of yourself.

I can be a closed,
defensive son of a bitch.

Sometimes.

Only sometimes.

Are you coming in?

I'll... I'll sleep here.

(STAMMERING)
It'd be too confusing.

Yeah.

Sally?

Yeah.

Thanks for asking, though.

Daddy's home!

Yeah!

Daddy?

Daddy?
Where are you, Daddy?

Dad?
Hey, Daddy.

(GROANING)

Who are these
screaming piglets
jumping on my chest?

Oh, boy, am I hungry.

A little mustard
and hot sauce, and
you would be perfect.

You can't catch me.
CHANDLER: You can't
catch me either.

TOM: All right.
Who missed me most?

Careful now,
there's money involved.
Me. Me.

Get your deck shoes on.
We're going out on Grandpa's
shrimp boat later.

LUCY: Oh, good.
We're gonna see Grandpa.

Hi, Jenny. You like
that sweater I got you?
Yeah, it's nice, Dad.

Good.

Dad?
Mmm-hmm.

Are you and Mom having
a bad fight or something?

No, honey.
Everything's fine.

Y'all don't fool me.

Oh, boy.

What am I gonna do
with all of you
smart women?

Hmm? Come here.
Give me a hug.

Oh, Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny, Jenny.

Chandler, come on in
if you want to help.

You too, Tom.

Mommy,
I got a fishing rod
from Grandpa.

It's beautiful. Well, maybe
this one's a little crooked.
Come here, Daddy. Come here.

JENNY: Lucy did that one.
LUCY: I did not.

Oh, you did, too.
CHANDLER:
I want to decorate.

Of course you can decorate.

That's... It's your cake.
You go on and decorate.

You stop eating
that icing, you.

CHANDLER: I want to do one.
Well, okay.
But why don't you do two?

LILA: Henry.
Come to the table.

The children are gonna
blow out their candles.

Henry?
MAN ON TV: It may be
a factor, it may not.

Do you hear me?

It's time to sing
Happy Birthday
to Tom and Savannah.

HENRY: I'm watching TV.
MAN ON TV: It's a fly ball,
out to right field.

You get over there,
and help your children
celebrate their birthday,

for Christ's sake.

Come here, woman. Don't you
ever tell me what to do, Lila.
Let me go.

You're hurting me.
This is my house.
You're just a guest in it.

Now turn that
TV back on.

No.
YOUNG SAVANNAH: Please, Mommy.
It's all right.

Turn the TV back on.
LILA: Let go of me.

HENRY: You go turn
that thing back on.
I was watching it.

Do what Daddy
says, Mama.

(SCREAMING)
Lila, I'm sick and...

Sick and tired of you
never showing me
any respect!

(GUN FIRES)

LUKE: TV's broken,
you son of a bitch.

Now you can
watch your kids
blow out their candles.

ALL: Yeah!

* Happy birthday to you
* Happy birthday to me

* Happy birthday to you
* Happy birthday to me

* Happy birthday,
dear Chandler
* Happy birthday, dear me

* Happy birthday to you
* Happy birthday to me

(ALL CHEERING)

CHANDLER: Come on, Grandpa.
Daddy's gonna open the net.

HENRY: I'm a-coming,
birthday girl.

TOM: Come on.
Bring it up.

Bring it up.
Grandpa, I brought the
fishing rod you brought me.

TOM: Hold it.
Okay, okay.

JENNY: It smells.
HENRY: Stand back,
he's getting ready to drop it.

CHANDLER: Daddy, can I help?
Wait, wait. Wait.

LUCY: Oh, hurry up, Daddy.
Dad, I don't know if we
got much shrimp here.

CHILDREN: Oh.
Look at that.

HENRY: The first thing
you want to do is push
these crabs overboard.

Why, Grandpa?

They'll die in the sun
and the heat.

Keep your eye out for
stingrays and catfish.

It's a long way
to the hospital.
I want that little squiggly.

Chandler.
CHANDLER:
What, Grandpa?

I want you to do
something for me.

Pick up a shrimp
and I want to see you
head it.

Oh, I can do that.
Now, you put it
with your thumb.

Is this right, Grandpa?
Remember how... See if you
can do it with one hand.

Yeah.
You got a knack
for this, huh?

Look.

Fetch me that crate
over there, will you,

for this good-for-nothing,
trash fish.

JENNY: Grandpa told me
to get it.

LUCY: No he didn't,
he told me.

CHANDLER: I'm gonna get it.

They love you, Dad.

The Braves lost
to the Dodgers last night,
three to seven.

Did you know that, Son?

Yeah, I know that, Dad.

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

Put it right
down there.

CHANDLER: Can I be a shrimper
when I grow up, Grandpa?

Yeah, you can be
a shrimper like me.

Take good care of them.
Bye-bye, girls. I love you.

Bye, Daddy.
All right.

Write.

How will you get
to the airport?

Don't worry.
I'll get a cab.

Bye-bye.
Bye, Dad.

TOM: You know,
I never realized how
much I love this place,

till I went away.

(SIGHS)

"My soul grazes
like a lamb

"on the beauty
of indrawn tides."

You remember that?
You wrote that to me
in a letter once.

I used to write
damn good letters,
didn't I?

You've met somebody
in New York, haven't you?

I don't know.

I know.

Now, you are gonna do
like I said.

You are gonna apologize
to the Newburys.

Todd Newbury
insulted our family, Mama.

He called us
"cheap, white trash."

And then you proved him
right by whaling him,
you stupid cracker.

Oh.

Oh, isn't this
a lovely view?
I wanna go home.

Hush up.

Hello, Tom.

Hello, Reese.
I'm here to see
my mother.

Well, come on in.
She's expecting you.

Why, thank you.
It is awful good of you
to see us, Reese.

Well, it's my pleasure.

You're looking
mighty pretty today,
Lila, as usual.

Why, I always say,
the most successful men
are always the nicest.

(CHUCKLING)

Lila, if you'll just have
a seat right here,
Why, sure.

Tom and I are gonna have
a little talk in my study.

(WHISPERING) Tom.

It's an oriental carpet.

From the orient.

If you ever touch
my son again,

you're gonna be
crab bait all over
this river, boy.

A Wingo never
touches a Newbury.

And if you tell anybody
I hit you,

I'm gonna run your family
clean out of this town.

Now, get out of here.

TOM: I think it's more humid
than in New York City.

Hello, darling.

Tom.
Hello, Lila.

Wealth becomes you, Mama.

You really got
what you wanted,
didn't you?

Don't start, please.

Tell me about Savannah.

She still has
a long way to go.

And I cut out
a whole slew of articles
on mental illness.

I want you to give them
to her psychiatrist,
do you hear?

I will, Lila. I will.

What kinds of things
are you telling
Savannah's doctor?

Anything that might
help her get better.

Go on. Drink your tea
before the ice melts.

I'm gonna tell
Dr. Lowenstein
about Callanwolde.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, yeah, you do, Mama.

Yeah, you do.

We made a promise
never to speak
about that.

I expect you to
keep that promise.

Oh, we were kids, Mama.
It was a stupid promise.

I think it would
help all of us
if we talked about it.

This is my life, too.
My life is private.
I wanna keep it private.

Even at the expense
of helping your
own daughter?

Stop exaggerating.
Oh, come on, Mama.

Don't make me
feel bad about this.

You know,
I didn't even
have to tell you.

I don't wanna
talk about it...

Jesus Christ, Lila.
Now, that's always
been the problem.

You know what
your problem is?

You dwell too much
on the past.

I never look back.

When I say goodbye
to something,
I close the door,

and I never
think about it again.

How about Luke?

What?

Do you ever
think about Luke?

Does he ever
cross your mind?

Who taught you
to be so cruel?

You did, Mama.

You did.

But you also taught me
that even though someone
nearly destroys your life,

you can still
feel love for them.

Is that supposed to warm
a mother's heart?

You'll have to
be patient with me, Lila.

You've done a lot
to piss me off.

TOM: There's so much
noise in New York.

Sirens, horns, screaming.

Cream, no sugar, right?
Hmm?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

I have something
to tell you.

I know.

I don't know how.

Just say it.

(SIGHS)
It was raining that night.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

TOM: And Mama was
teaching us to dance.

LILA: Come on, Tom, honey.
Come and dance.

One of the few times
I remember having fun.

Come on.
Aw, Mom. I can't dance.

(ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, what do you mean?
Of course you can.

Okay, take hold
of Savannah's hand.

YOUNG TOM: Savannah does it
better than me.
Just dance with her.

LILA: Here we go.
Turn around.

Okay, kick.

Here comes another turn now.
You ready? Here we go.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Turn. That's it.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
I wonder who that is.

(LAUGHING)
That's it.

Tom!

(SIGHS)

They broke into our house.

Three men.

Mama cried,
"Help us, Tom."

I wanted to,
but I couldn't.

(SIGHS)

One of them
raped Savannah.

One of them
raped my mother.

Oh.

I guess that's not
the answer to all of
Savannah's problems,

but I thought
you should know.

God, yes.

And what's Callanwolde?

That's the prison
they escaped from.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Um...

How old was Savannah
when this happened?

Thirteen.

And, uh,

what were you doing
while this was going on?

I don't know.

You don't know?
Maybe you ran for help?

No.

Why not?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Why do you think
you didn't?

Well, I don't know.
Just 'cause.

That's a child's answer, Tom.

You said before that

three men came in.

What happened
to the third man?

Tom?

Where was he?

LILA: Tom! Help me!

(SCREAMING)
YOUNG TOM: Mama!

Help me!

YOUNG TOM: Savannah!
No! Stop it!

LOWENSTEIN: Tom?

It's okay.

Tell me about him.

He said, "You move,
I'll slit your throat."

YOUNG SAVANNAH: Tom!
You're hurting me.

TOM: "Raw meat."
He called me "raw meat.

"Nothing I like better
than fresh, raw meat."

What was happening to me

was unimaginable.

Literally.

I didn't know
it could happen
to a boy.

(SCREAMING)

All I wanted
to do was die.

Especially when I saw Luke.

(MUSIC CONTINUES ON RADIO)

Tell me you like it.

No! No! Don't!

No!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(YOUNG SAVANNAH WAILING)
Damn!

Luke, two.
Mama, one.

While I did nothing.

There was nothing
you could do.

You were just
a young boy.

You had no weapon.

I'm surprised you
and Savannah survived it
at all.

Um...

What happened after?

I mean,

how did your family
deal with it?

Your father?

Who said we told?

You didn't tell?

No one?

No, you must have told
the police or...

Oh, Jesus Christ, Tom.

Mama said, "It's over.

"Get these
carcasses outside.

"Clean up this mess."

TOM: She was
insane that night.

"This did not happen.
This did not happen."

She kept saying it.

Told us the minute
we breathed a word
about it,

was the minute
she stopped being
our mother.

Told us morning
would come

and everything would
look nicer in the sunlight.

And after we
buried the bodies,

I went in
to check on Savannah.

See how she was doing.

She was trying to do
what Mama had said,

trying to act
as if nothing
had happened.

Putting her
hair up in rollers.

Only her dress was
on wrong-side out.

HENRY: I'm out there
busting my hump while you're
all playing with that dog.

TOM: And my father
came home for dinner.

And we sat around and ate
as if nothing was wrong.

God help me.

I think the silence was
worse than the rapes.

Three days later,
Savannah tried to
kill herself.

She could keep quiet,
but she couldn't lie.

* And that's what I like
about the South *

Say something,
Lowenstein.

How do you feel?

Oh, I feel, uh, okay.

I mean, I thought
I'd be on the floor
after telling you this,

but I feel
surprisingly all right.

Are you sure?
Oh, yeah.

I mean...

What am I?

I'm relieved.

You know,
the laundry's cleaned,

and the ghost's
out of the closet,
and I'm...

You've really learned
how to cover your pain,
haven't you?

Oh, you've done that
all your life.

That 13-year-old boy is
still in a lot of pain.

Don't do this to me,
Lowenstein.

Don't do this to me.

I can feel
your pain, Tom.

I feel it.

Let yourself feel it.

It takes courage
to feel the pain, Tom.

You can do it.
You can handle it.

Don't be afraid.

It's okay.

(SOBBING)

Oh, you've kept it
locked up for so long.

Let it go.
Let it go.

You have so much
to cry about, don't you?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Yeah, feel the pain.

Cry. Cry.

Feel the pain.

It's the only way
to heal yourself.

That's it.
Just let it go.

Let it go.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, God.
Oh, I'm too old
for this shit.

BERNARD: Come on, Coach.
Let's do it again.
All right.

It must be tough
to get old, huh?

Out of shape,
past your prime, huh?
Come here.

Now I don't mean anything
personal by this,

but, uh, I'm gonna leave
cleat marks on your nose
and cheeks.

All over your face.

Well, it felt great
putting you on your ass,
Coach.

All right.
You ready?
Yeah.

Set! Hut!

Go! Come on,
come on, come on.

(GRUNTING)

I can't believe
I'm being outplayed
by a violinist.

All right, come on.
Give an old man a hand.

(GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLING)

Now I'm gonna get you.
If I can't teach
you football.

Jesus.

Dad.

So, this is how
your mother lets you
spend the summer?

Professor Greenberg
just called

and said you've
skipped two lessons
this week.

I don't like Greenberg.
He's a creep.

He's strict.
The great teachers
usually are.

I'm Tom Wingo,
Mr. Woodruff, Bernard's
football coach.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Wingo.
I've heard a lot about you.

Why don't we
call it quits
for the day?

Go home and practice
your fiddle.

Maybe we can work
something out tomorrow.

Okay.

I had no idea
he was so strong.

He's a good
football player.

But I'm not sure
I want him playing the violin
with broken fingers.

Well, he said you'd
be worried about that.
He's pretty careful.

He's the one
who should be worried.

Well...

I'm sorry to cut your
session short, Mr. Wingo,

but I've enrolled Bernard
in the last two weeks
at Tanglewood.

With a little discipline,
he might actually become
a good musician.

You're the maestro.

I'm glad you understand.

Oh, um,

Susan and I
are having a dinner
party next Friday.

Why don't you join us?

Thanks.
I'll look forward to it.

WOMAN ON PA:
Dr. Kurt, please call
the page operator.

Dr. Richard Kurt,
please call the page operator.

Hi.

How are you?

Oh, I'm... I'm okay.

Good.

How is she?

Considering what she's
been through this week,

I think
she's doing very well.

Can I see her?

I think she'd like that.

How you doing, darling?

Well, uh,

I'm still here.

So...

So?

I don't know
what to say.

Just let me hold you.

Tom, I'm so sorry
I put you through all this.
Oh, no, no, no.

You did me a favor.

But just don't
do it again.

I couldn't bear to think
of a world without
you in it, sweetheart.

I hear it's pretty
up in Tanglewood.

Who gives a shit?

TOM: I wrote the coach
at your school, pal.

BERNARD: Why?

I told him I was
sending back a hell of
a ball player next year.

You're a tough kid, Bernard.

I am?

You took everything
I dished out,

and you came back
asking for more.

Well, you're the best
coach I ever had.

Well,
I'm the only coach
you ever had.

No, I mean teacher.
You're the best teacher
I ever had, Coach Wingo.

Thanks, Bernard.
It's been a long time since
a student of mine said that.

Why did you quit?

Well, I thought I should
be doing something
better with my life.

Like what?

Well, that's
a good question.

I'm not sure.

Can't you go back to it?

I don't know if
they'd even want me.

Well, maybe I could write
a letter or something.

I mean, just tell me
where to send it.

Thanks, Bernard.
But I want you to do
something else for me.

What?
Play the violin. Your father
says you're pretty good.

Here? Now?
Sure. Why not?
Cheer this joint up.

Well, okay.
But I'm a little
embarrassed.

I mean, people might think
I want them to throw money.

(CHUCKLING)
Well, what's wrong
with a few extra bucks?

Okay, well, um,

I guess I'll play
this thing I've kind of
been working on.

All right.

(TUNING)

You know, if I could play
the violin like that,
I'd never touch a football.

What's wrong
with doing both?

Absolutely nothing.

MAN ON PA:
Now boarding on track 29.
Absolutely nothing.

Here you go. Put this on.
You've gotta hurry now.

You don't wanna
miss your train.

My father hates you,
Coach Wingo.

Yeah, but he loves you.

Come here.
Goodbye, Bernard.

I'm gonna miss you.
Me, too.

Bye.

I'll write to you, okay?

You'd better.
You'd better.

And don't smoke.

Oh, hey, Bernard.
Hey, you might
be needing this.

(CHUCKLING)
Bye.

MAN: Now boarding track 29.

Albany, Syracuse.
All aboard.

(PIANO AND VIOLIN PLAYING)

(WHISPERING) I thought
classical pianists

we're supposed
to be pinched
and anemic looking.

I'll sit you next to her
in case you want to
make a pass.

No thanks.
She's not my type.
Good.

Why do you say that?

I think she's
having an affair
with my husband.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

You've met everyone?

Yeah.
I'm completely intimidated.

Madison Kingsley.
He's one of my
favorite writers.

So talk to him.
I'm gonna check
on dinner.

Thank you very much.

Tom.
Oh, I'm delighted
you're here.

Well, I'm delighted
I got to hear you play
in person again.

What? Again?

Yes, I saw you
at the Charleston music
festival last summer.

Uh, a Brahms
violin concerto.
Bartok.

(CHUCKLING)
Yeah.

Have you ever seen
a Stradivarius up close, Tom?

This is the finest
instrument ever made.

Everyone,
I'm going to play something
in Mr. Wingo's honor.

It's not that often we
have Southern guests, huh?

What would you
like to hear, Coach?

I'm afraid I don't know
many football songs.

Yes, well.

Anything's fine with me.

(PLAYING SONG OF DIXIE)

Damn it all, Herb.
That Mozart sure cranked out
some snappy tunes.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Could you do me a favor

and fix me
a scotch and soda, please?

Oh, yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

Who is he?

That's a friend
of Susan's.

Some football coach.

Charming.

Would you like
some more wine?
None for me, thanks.

MAN: I consider
his work unimportant.
A minor artist.

How can you dismiss
his work as unimportant,
Spencer?

It's hanging
in the goddamn Metropolitan.

Well, Madison,
so is toilet paper.

Tom, Tom, you should
talk to Madison.

He's a great admirer
of Southern authors.

Faulkner,
Flannery O'Connor,
Eudora Welty.

MADISON: Oh, I love all those
renegade confederates.

Well, you mean
you love excess
and eccentricity.

(CHUCKLING)
It's true. They're all
mad as hatters, aren't they?

I suppose
you know a few things
about madness, Tom.

A bit.

Tom's sister is the poet
Savannah Wingo, Madison.

Are you familiar
with her work?

Yes. She's good.
Very good.

She's a patient
of Susan's.

I don't think that's
appropriate, Herbert.

Darling,

everyone knows you're
the great psychic healer
of the literary community.

Surprised you don't
get a share of your
authors' royalties.

I'm sorry.

What have you
been drinking, Herbert?

Oh, you should ask Tom.
He poured it.

You weren't trying
to poison me, were you?

Not intentionally.

But you know
how the subconscious
mind works.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I like you, Tom.

I like your feistiness,
your Tara-like pride.

You promised
you wouldn't do this.

You're right, Susan.
I shouldn't be
picking on Tom.

I should
be picking on you

for turning my son
into Quasimodo
in a football uniform.

Susan, I can't believe
you'd let Bernard play a game
that might hurt his hands.

And I can't believe
you'd come to my house

when everyone knows
you're fucking my husband.

I think you owe Monique
an apology, Susan.

I think you owe
me an apology,
you son of a bitch.

Darling, where's
your sense of humor?

(SCOFFS) Madison,
what's the name

of this character
in your play.
The new one?

MADISON:
I'm calling him S.D.,

and he's modeled
after a character sitting
right at this table.

Not me, I hope.

TOM: (IN EXAGGERATED ACCENT)
Yoo-hoo, Herbert!

Southern boy's got
a hold of your fiddle.

(GUESTS MURMURING)

You better hurry now.
It's getting heavy.

Herbert, what's takin'
you so long?

What do you think
you're doing?

Darling, where's
your sense of humor?

That Stradivarius is worth
over a million dollars.

Well, if I drop it,
it won't be worth shit.

Don't do it, Tom.

Apologize to your wife,
Herbert.

You're bluffing.

I may be,
but it's a powerful bluff,
isn't it, asshole?

(SCREAMS)
I'm sorry, Susan!

Sincerity
becomes you, Herbie.

Now apologize to me
for your unforgivable
breach of etiquette

at the dinner table tonight,

you possum-breath
cocksucker.

(GUESTS LAUGHING)

I'm very sorry, Tom.

You all sure know how
to give a party up here
in New York City.

Yo!

Tom.

Tom, wait!

Now I know
why you always
seem so sad.

Please, take me with you.

Let me warn you.

The thought of falling
in love terrifies me.

Then let's
just be friends.

Very good friends.

Lowenstein.
Hmm?

I think
I like adultery.

(CHUCKLING)

That's why
they made it a sin.

Repent sinners.
Cast your lot
with the Lord.

After last night,
I'm gonna need
some repenting.

Oh, I'm in trouble.
What? What?

Tell me.
Why are you
in trouble?

I'm starting to like
this city, Doctor.

(DOORBELL RINGS)
What made you
change your mind?

You have to ask?

I'm neurotic.
I need a lot
of reassurance.

Lowenstein, you could
make me change my mind
about anything.

Hi, Tom.
Hot baked goods.

Did I interrupt
something vile?

Well, hello, Susan.

You look fabulous
this morning.

I'm so glad
you both got laid.

Hi, Eddie.

Would you
like a little butter on
your croissant, darling?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Ask him.

LOWENSTEIN:
Guess what?

I spoke to Bernard today
and he asked me to come
visit him next weekend.

I couldn't believe it.
TOM: That's great.
That's fantastic.

I'm so grateful to you,
Tom Wingo.

Oh, it was nothing.
Nothing. Come on.
Cut it out.

Look, this is the property.
It goes all the way around.
All the way over to there.

Isn't it beautiful?
Not as beautiful as you.

Oh, sweetheart.

This is it. Herbert
never liked it, you know.

It made him sneeze,
this place.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I miss
the clean, fresh smell
of carbon monoxide myself.

I can't believe
we're only an hour
away from New York.

Well, South Carolina's not
the only state with trees,
you know.

You know,
in my next life, I want
to be you, Lowenstein.

I want to make
lots of money off
of crazy people

and have a fabulous
penthouse in the city,

a great country house,

and a guy like me.
Aw.

Come on. I want
to show you around.
All right.

Look, isn't it pretty?

Darling, you just
broke a dozen eggs.
Oh, I don't care.

You know what I thought
when I first saw you?

What?
I thought, "Jesus,
she hates me.

"Why does she make me
feel so damn stupid?"

What do you
think now?

Right now?
Mmm-hmm.

I'm thinking,
"Why does she make me
feel so damn good?"

Because she loves you.

(MOANING)

Oh. Lowenstein,
Lowenstein.

Maybe I should
be calling you
Susan now.

I love the way
you say "Lowenstein."

Oh.

You know,

before I met you,
I was in a deep sleep.

And I didn't
even know it.

I'm afraid.

Of what, sweetheart?

Of what's gonna happen
when Sally wants you back.

(SIGHS)

She wants you back,
you know.

What makes you
so sure?

I've sampled
the merchandise.

Oh, my God.

TOM: Spread 'em wide.
Spread...

LOWENSTEIN:
You dirty thing, you.

No, I'm not being dirty.
Spread 'em this way.

Now, you gotta tackle me.

(LAUGHING)
Go on. Tackle.

Catch it.
Oh, Jesus.

Ready. Let's go.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, no! Oh, no!

(SHOUTING)

I'm too old
for this game.
Me, too.

This is
the best part.
Yeah.

If we stay together,
do I have to become Jewish?

Of course not.
Herbert's not Jewish.

Hey, I don't mind.
Everybody in my family
is doing it.

There's Luke
up there, somewhere.

You stupid asshole!

When I was a kid,
he seemed like
a God to me.

How do you
see him now?

Like a man,

with limitations
like the rest of us.

Except for you, Lowenstein.
You're perfect.

I am far from it.
No.

Oh, I look back on my life
and I realize that I've
been paralyzed

for the last...
God knows how
many years.

I mean,
how could I have stayed
in a marriage like that?

Well, you had a son.

Oh, yeah.
There were reasons,

but none of them
were good enough.

I just...

I just never thought
that this was possible.

And now,

I wake up
in the morning,

and I spend my whole day
thinking, "Isn't it nice
just to feel good?"

I mean, I hear you walk
down the hall towards me.

I can't stop smiling.

I smile all the time.

I love you, Lowenstein.

Can we go back
to the cabin and
make love all night?

You still have
a lot to learn
about the outdoors.

SAVANNAH: I'm glad you
brought me here.

Hey, Lowenstein says
she's gonna let you
go home soon.

Hmm.
I think I'm ready.

What about you?
When are you going home?

Well, I don't know.
Sally and I are
having problems.

Oh, no.
I'm sorry, Tom.

I thought I might
stay up here
for a while.

You in New York?
I can't imagine that.

You could never
leave the South.

Well, you did.
Yeah, but I don't
love it the way you do.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Oh. Hi, Sally.

Uh-huh.

She called you.

Well...

We knew this day
would come, didn't we?

But you're never quite
prepared for it.

Just hold me, please.
I feel like I'm dying.

(SOBBING)

One of the things
I love about you
is that

you're the kind of guy
who'll always go back
to his family.

Oh.

I gotta find me
a nice Jewish boy.
You guys are killing me.

(CHUCKLING)

(SOBBING)

You okay
about going home?

I think so.

Good.

I started a new
book of poems.
Oh, good.

I'm calling it
the Prince of Tides,

and I dedicated it
to somebody very special.

Luke would
appreciate that, Savannah.

I dedicated it
to my brother,

Tom Wingo.

My memory.

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, thank you.

(SAXOPHONE PLAYING)

Lowenstein, why are you
making this so hard?

You just love her more.

Admit it.

No, Lowenstein.

Just longer.

TOM: We spent our
last few hours together
at the Rainbow Room,

dancing a slow dance.

Just like in my dream.

I held her in my arms,

as I told her
it was her doing
that I could go back.

Six weeks before,

I was ready to
leave my wife, my kids.

I wanted out of everything.

But she changed that.

She changed me.

For the first time,
I felt like

I had something to give back
to the women in my life.

They deserved that.

CHANDLER: Daddy!

LUCY: Daddy's home.

CHANDLER: Daddy, did you
bring me anything?

TOM: So I returned
to my Southern home
and my Southern life.

And it is in the presence
of my wife and children
that I acknowledge my life,

my destiny.

I am a teacher, a coach

and a well-loved man,

and it is more than enough.

In New York,
I learned that I needed to
love my mother and father

in all their flawed,
outrageous humanity.

And in families,
there are no crimes
beyond forgiveness.

But it is
the mystery of life
that sustains me now.

And I look to the north,

and I wish again that
there were two lives
apportioned to every man

and every woman.

At the end of every day,

I drive through the
city of Charleston.

And as I cross the bridge
that'll take me home,

I feel the words
building inside me.

I can't stop them
or tell you why
I say them.

But as I reach
the top of the bridge,

these words come to me
in a whisper.

I say them as prayer,

as regret,

as praise.

I say,

"Lowenstein.

"Lowenstein."