All language subtitles for One.True.Thing.1998.720p.BluRay

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Let go! Let go! Stop!

Damn. Richard Ellespeare died.

- He was a professor of mine at Harvard.
- No!

- He was a novelist, humanitarian.
- Hey, hey, back there.

- Published eight novels, including the best seller...
- Stop it! Quit it!

Hope's Way, for which
he won the Pulitzer Prize.

- What kind of man was this?
- A man who pursues excellence and nothing less.

- Dad?
- Yes?

I have to go to the bathroom.

Can't you hold it
till we get there?

Mmm, yes. I guess...

I can practice
mind over matter.

Atta girl.

Oh, look at
the baby cows, Ellie!

Oh, my God!
Look at them.

I'm reading, Mom.
And baby cows are calves.

I was never close
to my mother growing up.

Is that something Mr. Best
is going to use against me?

Ellen, the D.A.'s not going
to use anything against you.

Okay. Because...
Well, I-I agreed to do this because...

Mrs. Best, his wife,
was a friend of my mother's.

Do I need an attorney?

Nobody in this office
is accusing you of anything.

We're well aware that
this kind of thing happens...

all the time
with terminal patients.

It's... It's a small town.
People talk.

The D.A. Wants to be able to say
that he looked into it...

and he can put it to bed.

What can I say?
It's an election year.

Anyway, were you aware that an autopsy
was being performed on your mother's body?

Yes, uh-huh, at her request.

Uh, actually to find out
the source of the disease.

Primarily for my benefit.

Mm-hmm.
Where are you living now?

In New York. I've been there
since I finished Harvard.

This living in the suburbs
is going to kill me.

Hey, Tweedy, the Bearstone Ladies
predict a stock market crash next month.

- Finish the captions on the junk shot, Casey.
- They're antiques.

- I've got a 110 pulse. I've got to check this again.
- Tweedy.

This story is too good.

Senator Sullivan, youngest guy
ever to be elected to the Senate.

His father was a drug dealer,
he overcomes that... excuse me...

is on his way to big things,
possibly the presidency...

- until he crashes his car into a tree, kills everyone inside...
- That was actually final draft?

While he's on cocaine.

I mean, this is not just good.
This is great.

Shakespearean. Sins of the father
revisited on the son...

- etcetera, etcetera.
- We've got no interview. He's not talking.

- I can get him to talk. I promise you.
- He's checking into rehab.

Some people in town
are describing you as...

cold and insensitive.

Um...

Ambition is Ellen Gulden's religion.

- She's condescending. She's remote, whatever.
- I can get him to talk.

Well, I was ambitious.

I still am.

My father taught me to work very hard
at everything I do, and I always have.

I'm not tired.

- So you were living a pretty
normal life in New York? - Uh-huh.

- Apartment?
- Uh-huh.

- Roommate?
- No. No roommate.

- Boyfriend?
- Boyfriend.

- Honey, please let me explain.
- Jordan, just get out of here.

- I don't want to see you anymore.
- Come on. I got...

I'm standing out here. I got wine,
candles. I got the whole kit.

Just go away, Jordan.

EI, can I just talk to you for five
minutes, please? I'll explain everything.

- Go away!
- We were together...

since senior year in college.

This one was the last time, okay?

Well, not together.
We, uh... We took breaks.

You know, a lot of breaks.

That's mean. That's not funny.

- He just needed some space.
- Space named Linda.

I'm sorry. Was that her name?
Lori? I don't remember.

- Oh, you're so mean.
- Is that not her name?

- That... You're so mean.
- Don't get me wrong.

I like him.

Of course, it was, um,
Jules, my best girlfriend...

who, uh, came home with me
to celebrate my father's birthday.

Jordan, um, as usual,
had something he had to do.

Oh, this ought to be good.

"Come as your favorite literary
character." I don't know why...

my mom can't just throw
a normal birthday party.

Ellie, it's going to be perfectly fine.

Thank you. Thanks.

- Hey!
- Whoo-hoo!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Oh, good hat. Uh-huh. - Really
good hat. Really good everything.

Thanks. What'd you guys
come dressed as?

The Sylvia Plath twins?

- Brian, you know I can't do costumes.
- Why?

- It's just so... Mom.
- Human?

- So what have you guys been up to?
- God!

- Ooh. Mm-hmm.
- It's writing and deadlines.

Take me away.

- Okay.
- Oh, wait!

Somebody just finished summer school,
didn't he? Congratulations!

- Actually, I didn't finish.
- That's great!

What?

I, Brian Gulden...

son of Mr. American Literature and the
romantics, failed American Literature.

You're serious?

- Yeah.
- Well, way to go.

- How did you do that?
- I blew the test, Ellen.

Brian.

Did you tell Dad?

No.

Just 'cause I'm failing
doesn't make me a moron.

Yoo-hoo! Hi!

- There she is.
- Hi, Mom.

Your dad's not here.
The coast is clear. Gimme! Gimme!

Gimme!
Hi, Jules.

Hi.

- Hi. You too.
- Good to see you.

- Let me get your...
- Oh, no, no, no. I got it.

- Are you sure? Okay.
- Yeah, yeah. Thanks. Oh, thank you.

- Wow.
- Thank you.

You got a cab? I would have sent
Brian to come and pick you up.

- You should have told me.
- Oh, that's okay.

Come in. Come in,
come in, come in.

- God, this must have taken you days.
- Oh, well, yes.

- Jules, you look wonderful.
- Oh, thanks.

- I just cut my hair.
- Oh. It looks gorgeous.

- And your hair looks great too.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh, this... It's yarn.
Look. Guess who I am.

Hmm? Oh!

Oh, wait! Clue.

- Oh... If I only had a brain
- A heart

A brain
and whatever else

Oh, well.
You're right, as usual.

- So, let me see. Who are you?
- Uh...

- Don't tell me. Let me guess. - Actually,
you know what? We-We kind of forgot.

But is was only because
we were trying to hurry...

'cause, of course, we wanted
to be here on time, so...

- God, that cake looks so good. So, we're just us.
- Oh.

That's okay.
That's okay, Ellie. That's...

Ooh!
But I have an idea.

I do have a Thanksgiving
costume upstairs.

- That's okay.
- I could whip something up for you. It's a turkey!

- No, really. It's okay. It's all right.
- It's really...

- Can I help you with anything?
- Oh, yes, thanks.

- You could take those dishes, put them in the buffet. Umm...
- Sure.

And Ellie... Ellie?

You can... keep-keep, uh,
slicing the bread...

- with this knife, okay?
- Thank you.

I read your piece
on Geraldine Ferraro.

My brilliant daughter.

I was so... proud of you.

It's no big deal.
It's just a little follow-up piece.

Back and forth.
Saw on it.

- Do you think that Dad read it?
- Oh, I'm sure he did.

You know your dad.
But he doesn't talk shop with me.

Fuck.

Nope. It's okay. It's okay.
It's not even bleeding.

- It's fine. It's really fine.
- Wrap it up.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Brown paper. There's something in it that stops the bleeding.

- Did you know that? -
Really? - Okay, thanks.

- Oh! Oh, dear.
- Sorry.

- No, I'll get it.
- That's all right. Don't throw the pieces out...

- because I'm going to use it in my mosaic table I'm making.
- Don't worry.

- We got it.
- Keep your finger up and wrapped in the bag.

Hello?
There's no place like home.

- Thank God.
- Are we the first ones here?

- Ellen! Oh, it's good to see you.
- Oh, yeah.

- You're lookin' tired.
- Ellen.

- Now, who are you supposed to be? Who?
- Oh, I'm Lizzie Borden.

You know, Lizzie Borden:
"Took an axe...

gave her mother 40 whacks."

Oh, Mrs. Best, can you
hold the door? Oh, thanks.

- Help! Ellen, I just saw Dad. He just turned the corner.
- Oh! Hey!

Jules! Jules!
Come help. Come help.

Okay.

- So, um, Snow White, explain. What was that?
- Oh.

Mrs. Best, the D.A.'s wife,
she's in my mom's cult.

The Minnies, yeah.

They're named after
some local do-gooder...

who used to decorate Christmas trees
in the town square.

- And, um, they're a cult?
- Woman's group.

- Right. Right.
- You know, bake sales, tag sales, all of that.

- Come on. You be nice.
- Do-good stuff.

- No. Hi.
- You must be Ellen. I'm Harold Simpkey.

- I teach music over...
- Harold, could you, um...

He's here!
Hurry up! Hurry up!

Hurry up! Here he is.

Everybody, get-get-get down!

Shh! Ralph, move your... Shh!

Quiet!

Kate?

Kate?

- Kate?
- Surprise!

Happy birthday!

No. Look at all of you.

Kate.

How did you pull this off?
Bravo!

Come on, Dad, speech.

Speech! Speech!

I'm quite out of breath with walking
home. It's only in going uphill...

that you realize
you're headed downhill.

Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you all for coming.

I'm really...
I'm really very touched.

I'm very touched.

So, I guess this is the...

last class of the semester.

Thank you for taking this journey
with me. It's been a lot of fun.

And have a great summer.

There it is.

The National Book Award.

Oh, wow. He knows Oliver Most.

Yeah, they went to Harvard together.

Come see this. Come here.

It's his novel, Comeback Inn.

He's been working on it for years.

Took Milton ten
to finish my favorite poem.

Oh, here's his collected essays.

I read this first chapter.

- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.

And?

- It's great.
- Uh-huh.

So, uh, what-what'd he say
about your article?

Oh, I don't believe it.

You didn't ask him, did you?

Ellie. Tsk.

- That's what they called me.
- Did they now?

You know,
having the dubious distinction...

of having been called "Big Al"
when you were this diminutive...

package is a challenge
to confidence...

but you have obviously
survived it, have you not?

- Yes.
- So here you have in front of you a living example...

of-of everything
you're trying to achieve.

I would just say get an ice breaker
and break out of it.

- I'm havin' a lot of trouble.
- Listen...

a writer calls his friend, he says,
"I've just finished writing a story.

"It's not very good.
In fact, it's terrible.

The worst part of it is
it's the best I can do."

The writer is John Steinbeck.
The book is Grapes of Wrath!

- Hi! Hi.
- Hey! Hi.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

I'm afraid with 55
staring at me in the face...

I'm developing inflammation
of the sentence structure...

and a definite hardening
of the paragraphs, but...

- How are you?
- Oh, no. How are you?

You knew all about
this little thing, didn't you?

- Huh?
- No, actually, I didn't.

Hmm.

Well, did you get a chance
to look at my latest piece?

Yes. Yes, of course.

The Minnies seem to get
their literature from Disney.

I know.

- Hey!
- Oh, my God, they're everywhere.

Enemy forces at 2:00.
Danger, Will Robertson. Danger.

- It's Robinson. Robinson.
- Oh, Robinson.

Safe.

Safe for the moment.

That was better. That was better.
Now I'll show you...

About your article...

- Hmm.
- I don't want to interfere, you know.

- You are doing just fine.
- Oh, no. Come on.

Come on. You know your criticism,
it helps me so much.

I really appreciate it.

All right.

Writer to writer.

- Less is more.
- Hmm.

Your approach is a little
overemotional at times.

It needs to be more succinct. The word
choice needs to be more muscular.

Ellen, you've got a great talent,
but it's not enough.

You have to reach, goddamn it.

When I was 20 years old
working at the New Yorker...

I would spend a whole day
working on one sentence.

I mean, Lord knows I could...

Wait a minute.
It's your best work to date. It's...

It's not your fault. It's like
the problem is that editor, damn it.

- What is his name? Uh, Tw... Twimpy?
- Tweedy.

Yeah.

- George? Well, see ya.
- He's a fool as far as...

- Hey.
- Yeah? We're hiding.

I know. Come inside. It's time to
blow out the candles and make a wish!

Oh, I wish we were... alone.

Well, we're not yet. So hurry up.
Come on. Everybody's waiting.

Man, that's solid.

Brian, how's Harvard treating ya?

Can't complain.
We beat Oxford in the Prentice Cup.

I was referring
to your courses.

Summer school was all right?

Uh, fine.

Yeah? You didn't have
any more problems, did ya?

Nope.
Everything's fine, Dad.

I'd be glad to help
by talking to your professors.

- I'd be glad to look at your...
- I said everything's fine.

Well, good.

Good.

- He's had a few, huh?
- It's his birthday.

Good night!
Good night, Mary!

- Good night, guys.
- Good night... What's his name?

Hewitt.

Hewitt. That's...

Don't do anything.
I'll do it in the morning, honey.

Well, thank you,
thank you one and all for a...

a beautiful birthday.

- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday, Dad.

Happy birthday, darling.

- Good night. Uh-huh.
- Good night?

You're not going to bed.
You're not going to sleep, anyway.

- Oh, God.
- I have to get up early, you know.

I have Dr. Cohn in the morning.

Shh!

Oh, do you like Bette Midler?

Oh! You.

Come on. Come on.

Just one.

I don't care about that.

I knew my mother was going
to the doctor, but, uh...

I didn't really know
what for.

So you didn't ask.

No.

What poem begins,
"'Twas the night before Christmas"?

Uh, it's not called,
"'Twas the night before Christmas."

It's called, uh... I can recite
the whole thing. Does that count?

Anybody need any coffee?

- We just need the title. No, thank you.
- No? Okay.

- I'm gonna go through the whole thing.
- Don't let him cheat!

Please!

Oh, my God.
"A Visit from St. Nick."

Oh, man! Don't I get the point?

Hey!

- Where's Mom?
- They're going to keep her overnight.

She's going to have to have surgery.

Surgery?

Yes, they're...
They're going to try to take it out.

It's cancer?

- Are they sure?
- I'm going back out there to spend the night.

Is she going to die?

No, she's not going to die.

After the operation, she may need
radiation or chemotherapy.

The doctor said that
that can be very debilitating...

in which case she would need somebody
to take care of her during the day.

Actually, l...

I want you to-to move home...

to take care of her.

Move home?

- Brian is at school.
- Dad, what about my job?

Well, you can
freelance from here.

She's going to need help
during the day.

Well...

Maybe you could take sabbatical.
I mean, it's been four years since...

- you took one for the novel.
- A sabbatical is out of the question.

I have a department to run,
and I have to make a living.

As you well know, the advance
on my novel was spent years ago...

on yours and Brian's education.

Dad, I have to do my interviews
and my research in New York.

You know my job.
I cannot just drop everything.

I may never catch up again.
It could ruin my career.

- We can get a nurse and I will come home every weekend.
- A nurse?

We're not getting a nurse. Your mother
didn't get a nurse when you had chicken pox.

A nurse. You know she won't tolerate
having strangers in this house.

- But, Dad...
- Your mother needs you, Ellen. Jesus Christ!

You've got a Harvard education,
but where is your heart?

Excuse me.

- Honey? Hi.
- Hey.

- So sorry I'm late. Sorry. Hey, Jules.
- Hi. Bye.

- Okay. Hi. Mmm, kiss.
- Hi.

You okay?

Here, give me your bag.

- What's the matter? She's what?
- My mom is sick.

Ellen, a sick mother means
three weeks off...

and a very nice arrangement
of flowers sent by the staff.

Yeah, still holding.
You're doing great here.

If you leave there's no guarantee. All
I could offer you is some freelance work.

Okay, but I'm still going to finish
the Sullivan piece from home.

How are you going to do that?

- Actually, Casey said that he has a way into Sullivan too.
- No.

This is my piece.
I can do it.

Okay. I know what this is about.

You want an upgrade.

Well, you got it.
I don't know what it is yet...

but it's yours.

You really think that
someone would come in here...

and say that their mother
has cancer for a promotion?

Ellen, this is New York.

Ellen Gulden.

Hello, sweetheart. It's Dad.

Hi, Dad.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Listen, I'm really sorry.
- I'm sorry too.

Don't forget
to make an extra set of keys...

- in case you need to get in.
- I know. I know. You know what I need to do?

- I've got to disconnect the phone.
- Yes, by Wednesday.

- By Wednesday.
- Okay. I'll call then.

- When is she moving in? Saturday?
- Thursday.

- Okay. What are you gonna do?
- Call you when I get there.

- You always forget, then I worry.
- I won't forget. I promise.

Thanks. Okay.

Sweetie, I'm all nervous.

I've never asked anybody
to live with me.

- I'm gonna miss you.
- I'm gonna miss you too.

Ellie?

- You're home!
- Mm-hmm.

I was just... I was remembering when
I moved these plates from Princeton.

- Oh, yeah.
- Remember? And Brian was practicing juggling.

- So, how are you?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Good.
- I just have to take it easy.

My oncologist, who is...
you'll love this...

a woman,
says no upholstering...

no furniture refinishing.

Oh, no. What are you gonna do?

Can you stay
the whole weekend?

Uh, didn't Dad...
Oh, he didn't...

Well, um,
I'm home for a while.

I took some time off from work.

Home where? Here?
Well, what about your job...

and your little apartment
and everything?

Well, I'm gonna work
from here, so...

- Oh, don't worry about it.
- Oh, no.

- Tweedy said that it's fine.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Not to play nursemaid to me.

- Oh, no. That's not...
- Oh, I don't need...

Man, you'll hate me.
I'll just make you some dinner.

No, I want to stay.

At least until you feel better.

I mean, it's the right thing.

For who?

- Whose idea was this?
- Mine.

Dad, and...
Well, it was both of ours.

He shouldn't have asked you to do this,
honey, because he knows you.

- He knows this will never work.
- No. Now, I told Dad...

that I want to do this
and I'm going to.

So, that's final.
Okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Oh, my girl.

I'm gonna make you
some cinnamon toast.

And I'll get you
a cup of tea too.

Okay.

I'm glad you're home. Thanks.

She didn't know I was coming.

Well, you know how
your mother is.

If she'd known...

she probably would've redecorated
your entire bedroom.

What's that smell?

Um, that is
an old writer's trick.

Schiller believed that
his body sabotaged...

the attention of his mind
while he was writing.

So, he engaged his body...

with a simple stimulant, apples...

to free his mind.

So far, all it's done for me is
make me hungry for apple pie � la mode.

So, what have you been
working on recently?

My interview with James Sullivan.

- Senator Sullivan?
- Mm-hmm.

That's impressive.
That's a big story.

You know, I've been
meaning to ask you.

Random House has been asking me
who I'd like to write...

the introduction to Volume Two
of my Collected Essays.

It's coming out in the spring.

Feel free to say no,
but if you had the time...

how would you feel
about writing the introduction?

- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.

- I would love to.
- Great. Great.

They envision some biographical sketch
or interview perhaps.

- I'll help you write the questions, if you want.
- Okay.

Here's some literary criticism...

in case you haven't
seen any of that recently.

And two, three examples of my work
in case you don't carry that...

around in your bags
with you wherever you go.

And, wait.

Wow.

Could you wash these for me?
No starch.

And this pocket
needs to be stitched.

Thanks for taking care of this.

Ellie!
Tell Dad dinner's on the table.

Sweetie, later on tonight,
I'm gonna run you a vanilla bath.

That'll help you
go to sleep. Okay?

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning
Mary sunshine

Did you wake so soon

- Remember when we used to sing you that?
- Nope.

I see the decorating season
has officially begun.

- Our quarterback is suiting up.
- Mmm.

Oh, George.
You love it when...

the Minnies decorate
the Christmas trees.

You just pretend to be Scrooge.

- Mm-mm-mm. Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Good day. Don't forget you have
a staff meeting at 3:00.

- Oh, yeah. I'll see you gals tonight.
- Okay.

Mmm. I wish I had redone
this kitchen years ago...

when I had the money to do it.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I just...

I'm a little tired.

I have my big
Minnie luncheon today.

Just the thought of
all those Minnies is tiring.

- I can make the lunch.
- You could make the lunch?

Yeah, I'll call out
for Chinese...

- or make some tuna fish sandwiches.
- No, no.

This is the steering committee lunch
where we plan the Christmas trees.

It's very important.
I'm gonna make chicken paillard...

zucchini soup,
and my heavenly chocolate cake.

Well, that's what
I'll make then.

You can make chicken paillard
and zucchini soup and chocolate cake?

Yeah. Just show me how.
It can't be that hard.

Crap.

Oh, shit! Mom!

Can you come here, quick?

No, I saw it on Donahue.

This woman said a UFO landed
and took away her husband.

- A UFO?
- And the UFO's name was probably Jennifer or Sophia.

Yeah, but she saw something,
you know...

and I think there are things in this world
that are mysterious and unexplainable.

Yeah, like remember
when they had one calorie Tab.

I was always wondering why the need
for that one calorie at all.

Oh, there you are.

Ellie made the lunch.

Since Ellie made the lunch,
let's make her an honorary Minnie.

Oh, yes, honey.

- Come on in and sit down.
- I'm going to the library. I have work to do.

- Oh, come on.
- Let's make Ellie an honorary Minnie.

Come on in. Come on.
Bring the cake when you come.

- A cake.
- She did all this by herself.

- She made a cake?
- That is dear.

- And I slept on the couch all morning.
- That's really nice...

but I really have
to finish my article.

And I couldn't be a Minnie.
There's really nothing Minnie about me.

- Oh, don't be silly.
- I don't even like Christmas.

Oh, Ellie. Ellie can help Kate
with her Christmas tree.

Welcome to the Minnies.

Now moving on
to other Minnie matters.

It was... It was awful.

It was awful.

- Mmm.
- I guess that that world...

it, um...
it just felt small to me.

And, uh, and sometimes I felt
like I was going crazy.

But since my mom was
so good at decorating...

and doing those creative things
around the house...

I suggested that she do
something with her talent...

like, uh,
like decorate professionally.

Start her own business.

- You're kidding.
- No, it would be fun.

Ellie, this is the Minnies'
busiest season. You know that.

We have the Halloween festival
for the kids.

We have Thanksgiving,
a benefit for the older people...

and then we have to decorate all
the Christmas trees in the town square.

Okay.

Well...

- Why-Why... You gonna
make coffee now? - Uh-huh.

How are you gonna get
to sleep tonight if...

It really doesn't affect me.

Mm-hmm.

We could do, um...

a project.

- A project?
- Mm-hmm.

You and me.
Something we could do together.

- Together.
- Yeah, something different...

that you would like, like...

- a book club.
- A book club?

Why do you keep repeating
everything I say as if it's...

- the most remarkable thing that you ever heard?
- I'm sorry. Okay.

- No, a book club. That's good. Who else should we have?
- No one.

- No one?
- There you go again.

- Okay. A book club.
- Mm-hmm.

- I hate what Jane Austen does in this book too.
- What? What?

Well, she...

The way she makes Jane,
the sweet...

and domestic one,
the good one.

She makes her second fiddle
to Elizabeth...

the one who's
the outspoken and smart one.

They do it at the college too...
women professors.

They say, "Oh, you keep house.
That's terribly interesting."

- Yeah, but I don't see...
- There's another book that does that.

Little Women. Yes, the writer's
sister, um, she puts her...

in opposition to the other one
that has babies.

- But, what...
- Meg.

So, you wanted to get back
to New York?

- Right.
- You felt like you were wasting your time?

Sort of. She seemed okay.

- Your anger and resentment were building up.
- Yes.

Well, I mean...

No, um...

The one thing that
I never wanted to do...

was to live my mother's life,
and there I was doing it.

Oh, this is my favorite!

No! Not Bette Midler, Mom. Please.

Oh, you like this one.

It's just every time
we get in the car...

I'm gonna get me
some of them

Cause you got
to have friends

Ba, ba, ba, ba
ba, ba, ba, ba

Friends

- Harmonize with me!
- But you're doing so nicely on your own.

Friends

I'm talking about friends

- Mom, when are we gonna
turn around and head home?

I told you. We have to go get yarn,
sweetheart. Remember?

- Thank you, Kate.
- Okay, sweetheart. Come sit up with me.

I'll see you next week,
if I'm spared.

Thank you again.
I love your mother!

Bye!

Oh.

Well, I think
she had fun though, don't you?

No idea.

Honey, give me a pill, will ya?
In the...

Yeah. Look, we've been driving
around for hours...

- There's a thermos down there too.
- Wasting time.

You don't feel well
and I need to meet Dad.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- You know where we are?
- Canada.

We just dropped Clarice off
at her mother's house.

That's because she's been living there
for four months...

since her husband left her,
and she hit rock bottom.

And she stays inside all day
with the shades drawn.

Every day.

So, one of us
comes up once a week...

and takes her out
to have some fun, you know.

Have some laughs.

And that's what we did today.

I hope.

You could always do work study.

Right, and do what?

You can work in the library.
That's easy.

He's not here.

So, who's he doing now?

Probably Celine, his new T.A.

You mean "T and A."

I'd do him.

Not me.
He's way too critical.

I mean, can you imagine?

"You have real talent,
but you must reach, goddamn it."

- Hello?
- Hi, Kate.

- Uh, George wanted me to give you a call.
- Harold.

- Yeah, hi.
- Oh, hi.

Yes. Ellie, is that you?
I have it.

Sorry.

So, when you worked
with James Sullivan...

- would you say that he was driven?
- Oh, absolutely.

Uh-huh.
How about voracious?

What about
his drug use back then?

- Did you find it?
- I'm coming... now.

Thank you very much.
You've been really helpful.

- What?
- Coming. Could you come now, please?

What?

- What is it?
- I've given her two, um, Percocets about an hour ago...

but they don't seem
to be taking an effect.

- L... I can't give her any more.
- No, absolutely not.

- What's going on? - Well, I
can't find the-the heating pad.

I need it.
I need the heating pad.

- We didn't find it.
- You want the heating pad? Okay.

She's in horrible pain.
She hasn't slept all night long.

- You woke Ellie up. I told you not to wake her.
- I'm sorry.

I think l... Oh, I hung it...

Ellen, please.

Here, here, here. Here we go.
Now I just have to plug it in.

- Has she got it?
- Turn it on. Yeah.

Yeah, she got it.
It's good.

- You can go now. You can go to work.
- You think?

- Yeah. Go to class now. It's okay.
- All right.

- What else now? What else?
- I'll wait for Dr. Cohn to call.

And, um, I'll cancel the reservation
at the Porchlight tonight, Kate.

Yeah, that's good.

- Shit! Jesus.
- Go.

Go.

- The pill didn't work yet, baby.
- Just wait a little longer.

Is it getting warm?

Yeah, somewhat.

Yeah.

I'm giving her Dilaudid
for her pain.

It may make her a little groggy.

And she shouldn't drive.
Her speech may be a little slurred.

Even though you may see some
transient periods of improvement...

she still shouldn't drive
while she's on this medication.

Okay.

I want to send a nurse
to monitor her vital signs.

In fact, this afternoon.

No, we don't need a nurse.
I can handle this.

I insist. Your mother's
in a great deal of pain.

She needs someone
she can be open with about it.

Well, she can be open with me.

Can she?

- Still beating?
- Loud and clear.

Now, what can I do
to help you, Mrs. Gulden?

Tell me about your pain.
Is it constant?

Mm-hmm. Pretty much, yes.

But, um, this medication's
really helping me now.

Okay. Are you having trouble
bathing and dressing?

Well, sometimes I have
a little trouble...

getting in and out of the tub.

You didn't tell me that.

Why didn't you tell me that?

Oh, Ellie. There's so many things
for you to worry about.

Well, let's go upstairs.

I can show you some easy ways
to get in and out of the tub.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Are you having problems
with anything else?

Uh-uh. No.
Everything's, uh...

Sometimes bending down.

You know, it's hard.
Hard to get my trousers on sometimes.

- Mm-hmm.
- And, um...

But my bed is nice and high, so I have
no trouble getting in and out of there.

- All right. Kate, I have a surprise.
- Hi.

You have to close your eyes.

- Oh.
- And keep them closed. Please, no cheating.

- Ellen, you too.
- What are you doing?

- What have you...
- No, no. Don't open your eyes just yet.

- Ready? Open.
- It's so...

Oh, it's so...

If you can't go to the
Porchlight, the Porchlight comes to you.

It's...

fabulous.

Oh, my.

I don't believe it.

Here.

Mmm. Oh.

It's so beautiful.

And after dinner,
I've rented your favorite movie.

You awake?

- Go back to bed.
- I can't go to sleep.

Go back to bed.

Whatcha got in the box?

Nothing. Go back to bed.

I guess she doesn't need her pill.

No. She's looking a lot better now.

She's gonna be just fine.

- Dad?
- Yeah.

I was just thinking
that maybe...

you could cut back on your classes,
help out a little.

Ellie, I'd like to...

but this is the busiest time
of the semester for me.

I've got midterms, which means
I've got evening tutorials.

Didn't you see her this morning?
She's getting worse.

No, she's not.
Don't you ever say that again.

- But, Dad...
- Ellen.

Look, I have essays to grade.

And I've got a deadline.

Dad, if I don't finish
this article...

I'm never going
to get my job back.

- Don't you realize that?
- Ellen, enough. Midterms.

I can see why people would think
that I didn't care.

But I just didn't know
what to do.

My mom would have a couple of bad days,
and then she'd be fine.

And, uh, she was still doing
the things she'd always done. So...

I was just wondering
if you could tell me...

when he's gonna be released
from rehab.

I'm just trying to be a friend,
which I'm sure that he needs right now.

Is a friend of yours
in trouble?

I'm-I'm sorry.
Can you hold on just a second?

It's a work thing.

Oh, I thought
you said a friend.

Anyhow, the reason why I'm asking
is because I'm sure that he's gonna...

- Are you... Are you gonna get ready soon, because...
- I'm sorry.

Um, I'm kind of
in the middle of something.

It's kind of important.

Okay. So anyhow, I need
to know because I think...

You don't have to come
if you don't want to, you know.

- You really don't have to come. It's fine.
- I'm sorry. Just a second.

You do know that this is
exactly what the Moonies do?

They take your shoes,
your clothing, your identity.

You sure the Minnies aren't
just an offshoot of the Moonies?

Well, at least you're
wearing your favorite color.

Next goblin, please.

Come on.

Look!
Two more Madonnas.

- Hey, Kate.
- There's Clarice.

Go back to work.
Go back.

- Louise, give me a pie. I got to go first.
- Oh, no.

You stand over there.
Stand over there. Stand over...

Shh. Kate, don't make me laugh.

- Home? Good.
- Yes, darling.

- Hang in there.
- Let me see. No. Maybe I'll...

Oh, my God! Evelyn.

- You know, I really should get home.
- Okay.

We'll go... pretty soon.

I just want to go around one more time.

Okay.
One more time.

- But only once.
- One more.

Okay.
One more time.

Okay.

- Whew.
- Whew, look at the little leaves.

Like they're in a big hurry
to get somewhere.

Those Minnies go all out.

- Yep, they do.
- They go all out.

Very creative women, huh?

- Yes. What?
- More is more.

- You know, your dad always
says less is more. - Mm-hmm.

To me, more is more.

Oh, I love walking in Langhorne.

My gosh, look at what Evelyn Best
has done here.

Uh-huh.

It's a beautiful night.

Are you okay?

- Mom?
- Uh-huh. You hear that?

- What? Hear what?
- That.

What?

Why, I guess it's the rumble
of the furnaces or something.

You know, Langhorne kind of,
I don't know, hums.

It's... Even in the summertime
you can hear...

Maybe it's the air conditioners...

crickets, or the bees.

Hmm.

No, I think it's something more.
You hear it?

No.

You can feel it.

Trick-or-treaters. Oh, my gosh.

They're gonna beat us home.
You go get your dad up at the college.

- Tell him to hurry up.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, I know he's doesn't
want to miss this fun.

Trick-or-treat.
Trick-or-treat.

Dad.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, you missed
all the trick-or-treaters.

They were so cute.

Remember when Brian
dressed up like a dice?

And he tipped over
and you wouldn't help him up...

because you were so busy
laughing at his little legs...

scrambling around in the air
like a bug.

- Did you find your dad?
- His secretary said he had a late class.

Oh. That's too bad.

You okay, Ellie?

- Uh-huh. Great.
- Good.

I love this movie.

Do you think
about politics much?

And if so, what do you think
about politics?

You know how some of these
meetings can go. Some of the faculty...

- Uh-huh. - You know, one of
the students had a little...

- Oh.
- So he, uh, he just wanted me to call.

- Okay.
- He thought you... Yeah, he thought you shouldn't...

He didn't want you to worry.

- All right. Thank you, Harold.
- It's just...

Yeah, it's just another one
of those meetings.

Ellen?

- Ellen?
- Hmm?

I was asking about your father.
You haven't really mentioned him.

- Was he not around that much?
- No, he was around.

Um, he was busy with his classes...

but-but he managed
to spend time at home.

I looked at my American Express
bill one January...

and went into ring failure.

I was so opposed to name tags that once
when a women slapped a gummed label...

over my left bosom that said,
"Hello, my name is Erma..."

I leaned over and said,
"Now what shall we name the other one?"

What are you reading?

Aunt Erma's Cope Book:

How To Get From Monday
To Friday In Twelve Days.

- Hey, guys?
- Up here.

- Shall I put it away?
- You'd better or else he'll call the thought police.

And they'll come in in tweed jackets...

and pummel us with rolled up
New York Times.

Whoa! Is this dissension
in the ranks?

Should I do my reading
from this tonight?

No. No readings this Thanksgiving.
Nobody even likes the readings.

- It's just gonna be us.
- And Jordan.

Wait a minute. You're gonna buck
26 years of tradition?

You're gonna take away Frost and Whitman
and all those other exciting dead guys?

- Are you feeling all right?
- Shut up.

You are not going to believe
who is downstairs with Harold.

Oliver Most...

poet laureate, in our house.

- What is that book?
- Oh, it's mine.

Ellen, could you put up, like, some
hors d'oeuvres or something for them?

Are they staying?

Yeah.

- Hmm.
- Uh-huh. Great.

- Dad?
- Yeah.

It was just supposed
to be Jordan and us, just family.

Well, I mean...

They have no place else to go. Oliver is
down from Harvard for a book-signing tour.

He's all by himself. Come on. You know
your mother loves Oliver Most's work.

You promised.

Well, I can't very well
disinvite them now, can I?

And we could all use a little
holiday cheer around here now.

Couldn't we?

Get up!

- Okay. Thank you.
- Oh, Ellen. You did this?

- Oh, Ellie.
- You don't have to be concerned with things like that.

- There's plenty of time.
- I have to pay my father when I get back.

- I don't know if I feel good about it.
- Would you like some wine?

Well, you know,
there is plenty of time.

A writer writes something.
He calls his friend. He says...

"I'm finished writing a little
something, and it's not very good.

In fact, it's terrible. The worse part
about it is it's the best thing I can do."

And that was Steinbeck,
Grapes of Wrath.

Your father tells me you write
literary reviews from time to time.

- Mm-hmm. That's right. - That's
interesting. Like father, like daughter.

Tell me, have you ever had the
opportunity to review any of my work?

Um...

- I want to say grace now.
- Oh, good.

Uh, no, George,
I want to say my own grace.

Of course.

Thank you for the world so sweet.

Thank you for the food we eat.

Thank you for the birds that sing.

Thank you, God, for everything.

And thank you, Ellie, for making
such a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner.

Sure.

- Bravo.
- To Chef Boyardee.

- Shut up. That's terrible.
- Well...

to our great surprise and delight...

tonight has become a night to go down
in our family's history books.

We have the honor to have
with us Oliver Most, who...

whose work means so much to me...

and who was the first to encourage me
with Comeback Inn.

He's agreed after dinner
to read to us from his new book...

for which l...

I'm very grateful.

Well, George, I'm happy to oblige...

but you're gonna have
to remind me.

What in the hell is Comeback Inn?

It sounds as if I've encouraged you
to invest in some sort of...

uh, roadside motel.

Honey, would you pass
the vegetables around?

Yeah. You want
some carrots, sweetheart?

That's my novel.

- My novel.
- Yeah.

Well, Jesus, George.
I'm sorry. I forgot.

As Thurber says,
"With 60 staring me in the face...

"I've developed inflammation
of the sentence structure...

- a definite hardening of the paragraph."
- Everything looks beautiful.

Up in my blue room

Fools rush in
and not to bed

I am the rich
of the real dead head

Sure am gonna love you
one more time

Little bit of whiskey
Little bit of my mind

Well, you don't know
the things I see in here

Hey, did you see my dad tonight?

He just kills me.

You know, he doesn't say one word
to me about dinner...

and then he just goes off
to his study.

Like we're servants there
to serve him or something.

Hello? Another round.

- What are you, Janice Joplin? Take it easy on the sauce, okay?
- No. No.

- I have not been out in two months.
- I know.

- I deserve another drink.
- I know.

I deserve another drink...

especially since it's been
like that since the beginning.

Do you know
he doesn't do anything?

He really doesn't. He doesn't
do anything. I do everything.

- I do. I do everything.
- I realize that.

But I think in situations like this,
you have to...

be sympathetic with people.

I mean, everybody has to deal with
bad stuff in their own way, you know.

What?

Whenever you guys say that people
deal with stuff in their own way...

it means that you don't
deal with it at all.

We deal with it.
We make the meals...

and we clean up the messes
and we listen while you guys...

talk about how you're gonna
deal with stuff in your own way.

Well, what way is that, Jordan?
Hmm? What way is that?

What way?

See? No way.

- And what the fuck are you looking at?
- Hey, hey.

- Huh?
- What are you doing? What are you doing?

- No, no, no. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being rude.
- What's the matter with you?

Well, you know what
I think is rude?

- I think it's rude...
- Hey, stop it. I'm trying to talk.

- When Little Miss Delta-Delta-Delta
over here... - Stop it. Stop it!

- Is trying to pick up on my boyfriend...
- Stop it. Stop it.

- In front of my face.
- Why don't you just lay off of her?

- Your sister's losing her mind.
- Do you think I look invisible?

I am not losing my mind!

I am not losing my mind!
I am just tired, Jordan.

- I am tired. I am tired.
- Ellen, let's go.

Being my mother is very tiring.

Oh, come on. There's nobody more
different than your mother than you.

- Come on. Let's go.
- That is the stupidest thing that you have ever said.

- Okay. Great.
- That's the stupidest thing you've ever said.

Oh, God.

- Ellie.
- Yeah.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I just have a headache.

- What happened to Jordan? I heard Brian go upstairs...
- Yeah, yeah.

He has to go to work tomorrow,
so he just took the train back.

Hmm. You sure you're all right?

How do you do this...

every day, all day in this house...

and no one notices?

Doesn't that drive you crazy?

But this is my family, Ellie.

These are the people I love.

Maybe it's time for you to start
thinking about going back to New York.

Maybe you should go back
to the city...

to your work and your writing and
all those things that you like to do.

That's what's important, sweetie.

You know, we can get somebody
to help out around here. That's not...

But you did a great job tonight.
You should be proud of yourself.

Night-night, sweetheart.

Good night.

Hello.

Mr. Tweedy, hi.

A press conference? Where?

The next train
is not till 5:00. Shit.

- Then Casey...
- No, don't send Casey. I'll be there.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Excuse me. No.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Too late is unacceptable.
You said you'd get the story.

And I will.
I'll find him.

Look, I've got a contact at Sullivan's
office. He's getting on a plane at 9:00.

No, no, no. I've worked
on this thing for three months.

- He's staying at the Plaza Athene. I can check it out.
- Anyone can figure that out.

No, I will meet him there. I'll meet
him at the Plaza Athene before he leaves.

This is my story,
goddamn it!

This is my story.

Good night, sir.

Taxi!

Hey, don't I know you?

- I don't think so.
- Yes, we went to Harvard together.

Ellen Gulden.
You were a couple of years ahead of me.

I wrote for the women's magazine,
Peeved Eves.

I remember Peeved Eves.

- Well, it's nice to see you.
- Yeah, yeah. Nice to see you too.

Got to get to J.F. K in time
for the last commuter shuttle.

It's my daughter's
birthday today.

If you're going to J.F. K,
I can give you a lift.

I moved to Seattle a couple of months
ago to get away from all the cameras...

my ex-wife and my ex-kids.

Yeah, you know, I think I saw something
about that on television.

- How horrible.
- You know what's strange?

- One minute you're in school and the
next minute you look up... - Mm-hmm.

And your life's all turned around
and screwed up.

- Yes, I know. Yeah.
- You try and you try to get ahead.

Somewhere in it all you just...

You lose yourself.

- And you never know when
it's gonna come. - Mm-hmm.

Comes out of nowhere.
Bang. It's just...

- Your life is a disaster.
- Yep.

Oh, I just hope I can make it up
to my wife and kids.

You know, that's all that counts.
That's all that counts.

Yeah, you're right.

They're the ones who love you.
That's what counts.

I'm reading, Mom.
And baby cows are calves.

You're right.

G.A. Tweedy here.
Leave a message after the noise.

Mr. Tweedy, it's Ellen.

Uh...

Listen, I waited
for Sullivan...

outside of his hotel,
and, uh...

Well, he never showed.

Damn.

Here we go.

They're several reasons why I asked you
here today, one of which...

- Hi, John. Peter.
- George.

One of which is to ask you...

why you were
so hostile with me...

at Thanksgiving.

I know this is not
the best situation for any of us.

But I'm trying, Ellen.
I'm trying to be patient.

I have some questions
that I'd like to discuss with you.

- I don't think I want to talk about the interview.
- I do.

Okay, Ellen.

How come Mom waited so long?

Why didn't she go
to the doctor sooner?

- What are you talking about?
- Was it because you didn't want your world disrupted?

Because you needed her
to keep your life running smoothly?

Like you need me now?

- What the hell are you doing?
- Because she can't do it all?

Well, do you have any idea
what it takes to keep your life...

- running so smoothly?
- Ellen, have you lost your mind?

- Maybe.
- Keep your voice down.

- This is inappropriate.
- It is appropriate!

Everything at our house has changed,
but you don't know about it.

Because you're behaving
as though life goes on as usual.

Well, life as we know it is done!
This is real life!

Fuck fiction!

Less is not more!

You have taken sabbaticals
for the great American novel.

Why not one for Mom?

Why won't you participate
in the most important thing...

that has happened in your life?

She needs you.

Why is it always more important
for you to hear...

what some writer has to say
than me?

And Brian?

Hey.

Hey, what other tricks do you use
besides your fucking apples...

to get your writing juices
flowing, Dad?

Cheating on Mom, is that one?

I will hire a full-time nurse.
You are going back to New York.

What other tricks?

Several people have mentioned...

a heated argument that you had
with your father...

outside the campus cafe.

It was shortly
after Thanksgiving.

Do you recall the incident?

Uh-huh.
Yeah, I remember.

It was a stressful time...

and there was a lot to do
and it was hard.

So, there was no problem
between you and your father?

No.

Or your father
and your mother?

My mother and my father?

Of course not.
It was a busy time.

I mean, I was
a full-fledged Minnie.

I remember we were making
the, uh, ornaments...

the craft ornaments
with the feathers and the sequins...

for my mother's
Christmas tree in the square.

And, uh, I would climb
up the ladder...

and she would tell me
where to put them.

So, it was fun.

It was a lot of fun.

Yeah, it's really not that bad.

Yeah, it's okay.

You know, I always used to try
to get you to go see Santa.

For years and years.
And then when you were 8 years old...

you got in line and you went to
the very front, pulled his beard off...

- Pulled his beard off.
- And yelled, "Fraud!"

Your dad was so proud of you.

Well, guess what?

- I'm getting in the line. Yes.
- Oh, now you want to.

- Uh-huh.
- Good girl. Go on. Be good.

- Ellen Gulden.
- Hello.

- Hi.
- I know what you want:

A new computer
and Diane Sawyer's job.

I'm here, okay?
Okay, here we go.

Nothing for me, Mayor.

Santa.

I guess maybe it is for me.

I really... l...

Mom!

Mom!

Excuse me, is there
a phone that I can use?

Sure.

This line right here.
Press nine to get out.

Answer the phone, Dad.

Ellen?

Mom's in the hospital.

The cancer has progressed
much more quickly than we had expected.

I'm sorry, but I think it's best
to stop the chemotherapy.

Uh, you know what? Um, I'm not
ready to stop the chemotherapy.

I'm afraid there's
no more we can do.

We all need now to focus...

on helping her through
this next part.

I'm putting her on morphine.

You'll need to give her
one tablet twice a day for the pain.

They shouldn't be chewed or crushed
because they might become toxic.

I am sorry.
I'll get you the prescription.

So, what do you think of the wheels?

Oh, they look wonderful.

- You like 'em?
- Oh, gosh, it's like what we used to do...

- to the bikes when you were kids.
- Uh-huh.

- You look beautiful.
- Oh, Brian.

You do.

- No coat?
- No, I don't need one. I'm layered, honey.

I just wanna show off
my new sweater.

Oh, I love Christmas!

I love it.

- Hey!
- Hey, folks! Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Hi!

- Oh, everybody's out tonight.
- Are we late?

They should shovel that, you know. They
should shovel that more carefully than that.

- Well, honey, you should do it. Hey!
- Hey, you guys!

- Merry Christmas.
- Hello.

June Fortier.

Get up here, you.

Clarice Mitchell.

- There she is.
- Oh, great!

- Hi, Kate. How are you?
- Hi, Ellen. How are you?

- Hi, Brian, George. Kate.
- Melissa Jamison.

Well, you just look wonderful.
You look wonderful.

- Well, thanks. Don't go get mushy on me.
- I just love the sweater.

- Oh, thanks.
- Evelyn Best.

Kate Gulden.

And Ellen Gulden.

We see you, Ellen.
You can't hide. Come on.

- We need all the Minnies up here.
- Come on, now.

And now for the moment
we have all been waiting for.

Happy holidays, Langhorne!

Silent night

Holy night

All is calm

All is bright

Round yon virgin

Mother and child

Holy infant

So tender and mild

Sleep in

Heavenly

Peace

Sleep in

Heavenly peace

Silent night

Holy night

Shepherds quake

At the sight

Glories stream

From heaven afar

Heavenly hosts

Sing alleluia

Christ the Savior

Is born

Christ the Savior

Is born

Having trouble juggling everything.

Gee, I haven't dropped one yet.

I couldn't help it. It was a reflex.

Oh, here...

- Oh, hi!
- Oh, my God!

- Whoa!
- Hi.

- Nice hat.
- Oh, thank you.

- You didn't tell your mom?
- How could I tell her?

She's never known
about my dad's little flings.

God, he's still doing it, you know?
He's got this friend...

this fucking Harold guy,
who calls and makes excuses for him.

And this woman, she dropped him off
right in front of the house.

- God!
- Oh, God. Why won't he answer?

This is the third time
I've tried to call him today.

The red and gold one is ours.

- Oh. Hey, it's beautiful.
- Mm-hmm.

My mom says with a tree that size,
the key is "gaudy."

- More is more.
- What are you doing? Ellen, don't call him again.

I don't want him to worry.

He's still really upset about
Thanksgiving and I think that...

he was afraid to come
and visit me for the holidays.

- Oh, please!
- No, I'm serious.

- I was really, really hard on him.
- Ellen!

- Hello?
- Hi. Is Jordan there?

Yeah, he's paying for the Chinese food.
Do you wanna hold on?

No, that's okay.

Some girl answered and said
that he was paying...

the Chinese delivery guy.

Okay, uh, Chinese food at home.

- It's New Year's.
- Shit!

- Shit!
- Shit! Don't call him again.

EI!

Come on, Jordan,
just pick up the phone.

- Answer.
- Hi. This is...

- Oh, puts the answering machine on.
- Okay, good, then hang up.

Hi, Jordan. It's me. Just calling...

to say happy New Year's
and to tell you that...

I've really been thinking
about what you said...

about how we needed to talk
about our plans.

And yeah, we do need to talk.

I just...

I- I wanna talk.

And, uh...

if you get a chance,
uh, call me.

Okay?

And I really hope that
you have a happy New Year.

Okay.

Sorry.

Is everybody ready?

Uh, would you... Kate? Darling?

- Here we go.
- With what?

- It's almost time for the big moment.
- New Year's resolutions.

- Okay.
- Another great Gulden family tradition.

Can't dwell on the negative.
Gotta talk about all the great things...

- that we're gonna accomplish next year.
- Ellen.

- Please.
- Wouldn't it be a lot easier if we could just admit...

to our failures,
the things that we fucked up on.

- Ellen, would you not use that word in the house, please?
- Sorry.

Used the "F" word.

Failure isn't allowed
in the Gulden house.

You know, maybe-maybe
we should break tradition this year.

And since I've got a hell of
a good list of failures, I'll start.

- I think it's not a good idea. - No, no.
Come on. Come on. - I don't think so either.

- I'd like to. Yeah, I'd like to.
- You'd like to.

Uh, lost my desk
at the magazine.

Uh, really fucked up
the Sullivan interview.

- I'm not gonna get that job back. And by the look of things...
- The Sullivan interview?

- Have, uh, really ruined...
- What are you talking about? Why didn't you say something?

My relationship
with my boyfriend, so...

- There we go. Happy New Year.
- I failed my English class last semester...

I'm on academic probation,
and I got kicked off the tennis team.

- Happy New Year.
- Jesus Christ, Brian.

- I could get a tutor. I could help you.
- What's this?

Mom, I got a job at
the Cambridge Racquet Club.

- Oh.
- And I don't wanna go back to school.

You got a job? That's great.

- Isn't it?
- Ten, nine, eight, seven...

- You like it?
- Yeah, I love it.

- That's wonderful. That's what you should do then.
- Six, five, four, three...

- Good God, you only live once.
- Two, one... and we're into 1988!

The holidays seemed to take
a lot out of my mother.

It was right after New Year's when
her health really started to decline.

And this guy in my class
was going on and on...

about how selfish
she was and how...

of course, she would leave.

So my professor, who's a woman, said...

"Anna Karenina would have left
her husband for her lover...

"but would never
have left her son.

And had Tolstoy been a woman,
he would've understood that."

- What do you think of that?
- I haven't been reading Anna Karenina.

No more whipping. That's enough.
Just drain the cherries.

You have two hours
till Brian leaves.

You know I wanna have his pie
ready for him when he goes.

I think the crust
is probably ready too.

- You better check that.
- It should probably bake a little longer, but I can...

I can't read anything anyway.

My eyesight's gone
like an old lady. Let me see.

- Uh, I don't think...
- Let me see. Let me...

Goddamn it!
I hate this stupid chair.

I hate it. I hate it.
I wish I could...

just roll it down the street right
through Evelyn Best's front window.

She pet me like a cat at Christmas.
Did you see that?

Don't-Don't do that. Just leave it.
Get-Get another pie plate.

There's another one
over in the left-hand cubby.

Have time to make another.

- Left, left-hand cubby.
- No, actually.

I put them in here. And you know, Mom,
there's handicap access everywhere.

I am not handicapped!

- Oh, God, I'm not!
- What are you doing?

- I am not an invalid!
- Stop that!

I am not! I am not!
It's my house, you know.

You can't tell me what to do.
I'm still a mother.

Still a mother here.

Mom, I know that.

- Hello.
- Ellen, I'm going to be working late tonight.

- Sorry I didn't make it home for supper.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll get there as soon as I can.

Yeah, I'm sure you will, Dad.

- Who was that?
- It was your husband.

Seems he's working late again.

Well, it's a tough job
running that whole department.

- Not that tough.
- Whatever you're doing, stop and come here.

Right now!

- Yeah?
- What has happened...

- between you and your father?
- What do you mean?

You've been so angry at him
ever since you came home.

I don't know. I mean,
there's some stuff that...

I mean, it doesn't have
anything to do with you.

- Pretty soon he's all you'll have, you know.
- Please, Mom, stop.

No.
You stop.

He's gonna need you.
You're gonna need each other.

My God, you used to be so close.
What... The two of you are so alike.

- Please don't say that.
- Why?

Because he's not perfect?
Because he's not the man...

you thought he was?

No, l... No, I can't...
I can't talk about this with you.

- Come back here. Come on. I want you to sit down here.
- I can't.

I want...
I want to talk to you. You sit there.

Now you listen to me because
I'm only going to say this once...

and I probably
shouldn't say it at all.

There is nothing that you know
about your father that I don't know.

Nothing.

And understand better.

Okay?

You make concessions
when you're married a long time...

that you don't believe you'll make
when you're beginning.

When you're young, you say,
"Oh, I'll never tolerate...

this or that or the other thing."

But time goes by, darling.

And when you've slept together
a thousand nights...

and you've smelled like spit-up
from the babies when they're sick...

and you've seen your body
droop and get soft...

and some nights you just think, "Oh, God,
I'm not gonna put up with it another minute."

But you wake up
in the next morning...

and the kitchen smells
like coffee...

and the kids have their hair brushed
all by themselves...

and you look at your husband,
and no...

he's not the person
you thought he was.

But he's your life.

And the kids and the house and everything
that you do is built around him.

And that's your life.
That's your history too.

And if you take him out, that's like
cutting his face out of all the pictures.

It just makes a big hole
and it ruins everything.

You can be hard, Ellen.

And you can be very judgmental.

And with those two things alone you're
gonna make such a mess out of your life...

you wouldn't believe, and I wanna be able
to tell you these things in ten years.

And when I think how most of what you
learned so far came from your dad...

- it just hurts my heart to think how little...
- No. No.

- I have gotten done.
- Mom, don't, um...

- Yes, yes.
- Just, let's not talk about that. Can we...

I wanna talk. You let me talk.
Now, look. Let me talk.

You're dad won't let me talk
because he says I'll upset myself.

And you won't let me talk.
"Oh, Mom, please don't talk."

Brian's the only one that let's me talk.
He's never here.

I wanna talk before I die.

I do. I wanna be able
to say the things...

- I wanna say the deep thoughts... without you shushing me...
- Okay. Okay. What?

- Because what I say hurts you.
- Oh, Mom.

Tired of being shushed.

What do you wanna say?

I already said everything
I wanna say.

Except I'm sad.

- Why?
- I'm sad that I won't be able to plan your wedding.

So promise me that you won't have
a ring bearer...

or a flower girl, because those kids
always just misbehave...

and then they distract
from the bride.

And don't invite too many people.

- Well, you know, I might not even get married, so...
- Whatever.

If I knew that you would be happy,
I would close my eyes now.

I would.

It's so much easier
to be happy, my love.

It's so much easier
to choose to love...

the things that you have.

And you have so much...

instead of always yearning
for what you're missing...

or what it is that
you're imagining you're missing.

It is so much more peaceful.

Thank you. That's very nice.
You're-You're too kind. Stay that way.

You know what it is?
I found out today it takes six months...

What time is it?

I can't see the clock.
What time is it?

- It's 11:35. Uh-uh.
- Did Harold call yet?

Ellie, I need you to go get your father
and bring him home.

Where?

Can I get another beer?

Okay. Yeah.

Dad?

Tsk. Who's that?

Tsk. You weren't supposed
to see this.

You shouldn't have, uh...

I, uh... l...

He didn't, uh... I mean,
he didn't even remember my book.

Didn't even remember it.

The narcissistic
son-of-a-bitch.

Thinks just 'cause he teaches
at Harvard, right?

He didn't even remember it.

- Let's go home. Mom's waiting.
- Ellen...

the first time
I saw your mother...

she was so filled with light.

She lit up everything
around her.

Even me.

I just can't imagine
the light going out.

I can't imagine it.

- I think it's time to go home. Come on.
- Let me get...

Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

Harold?

Ellen. L-l-
I was gonna bring him, but...

I was just gonna call.

Here. Let me. Let me.

Ice-cream monster.

- The ice-cream monster!
- The ice-cream monster!

Good day.

Your brother was back
at his new job in Cambridge...

and your father was back
full time at the college.

Right.

So, you were responsible
for giving her her medicine?

Yeah.

Teresa! Teresa!

Teresa!

Mom! The nurse isn't here.
It's me. Are you okay?

- Oh, I'm fine.
- Well, do you need me to get you...

I said I'm fine.

I need you to help me.

I can't get up.

Oh, God!

Okay.

Okay, come on.

Put your arm around me.
Up. Ready?

Ready?

Okay, lift. Put your arm around me.
Put your arm around me.

Good.

Good. Okay, good.
Here we go. Here we go.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I need a pill, Ellie.

It's not time yet. Can you wait?

No.

No. Please.

Oh, I don't wanna live like this.

Here.

It'll be better tomorrow.

No, I won't. This is not living.
This isn't living.

Why can't...
this be over, baby?

Please help me.
You help me.

You're my girl. You help me, please.
Ellie, promise me...

you'll help me.

Please. Please. Please.

We all made this
for you, honey.

See, it's got our names
all over it, embroidered.

- Oh, it's beautiful.
- I hope you like it.

What's that smell? It's that
Indian summer potpourri, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.
It's your favorite.

Who's making
a racket out there?

She brought the baby.

You girls do good work,
you know?

Are you available next Tuesday?

- Oh, here he is.
- He says, "I want Kate."

- Where's Kate? There she is.
- Oh, I thought I never...

- Oh, hello, little man. Oh, my gosh.
- Can you sit down for me?

Oh, gosh.
Who's that cute baby?

Ellen, l...

I'm so sorry.
I know it must be very hard...

for you seeing her like this.

It's okay.

It'll be over soon.

I have a bib too.

I do remember telling Mrs. Best...

that it would all be over soon.

But everyone knew that.

Ellen...

did your mother ever ask you
to help her out of her pain?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I gave her
her medication every day.

No.

Did your mother ever ask you...

to help her take her life?

If she did, Ellen, I can say with
some assurance no one in this office...

I did not help my mother
take her life.

Where was your father
on that last night?

He had a class.

He didn't come home
until she was already sleeping.

- George.
- Yeah.

- You came home so early.
- They cancelled my class.

Oh.

Hi, you pretty girl.

Did you miss me?

Oh, no.

I want to talk to George now.

Did you feed her?

No one should have
to live like that.

No one.

Mom said that.

She was right.

Hey.

I finished the table.

Love you, Ellie.

I love you.

I knew that.

I always knew that.

Take care, sweetie.

EI?

- Hey.
- Hi.

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what else to say.

I'm so sorry.

How are you?

Yeah. You okay?

Never knew I could
miss someone so much.

Oh, God.

I know.
I missed you too.

I know this isn't really
a good time to talk, but...

you know, when you're ready,
we should...

we should figure out what we're
going to do this year, you know.

- Don't you think?
- You know, Jordan, a lot has happened...

that you just don't understand.

And I'm sorry, but I don't think
you can understand.

What? What are you
talking about?

- Thank you for coming.
- EI?

Ellen...

your mother died
of an overdose of morphine.

Can you think of any possible
explanation for that?

Do you think your father might have
some idea how it might have happened?

I really don't know
how he could.

Like I said, he didn't come home
until she was sleeping.

Have you discussed any of this
with your father?

No.

Well, only because I went back
to New York right after the funeral.

And I really haven't talked
to him since then.

I've been really busy.
New job.

- You're writing again?
- Mm-hmm.

Feature writer for the Voice.

Hmph.
Congratulations.

Thanks.

I may want to speak to your father.

Anyway...

thank you.

Sure.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

How long have you been here?

Not long.

I can smell the lilacs
and the hollyhocks under the soil.

Your mother used to say
she could do the same thing.

How'd it go today?

All right, I guess.

He's gonna want
to talk to you too.

Ellen, I just want you to know
how much I admire your courage.

And I wish I'd done it.

What?

I wish I had.

I would've.

Couldn't.

Dad, I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.
I thought that...

All this time,
I thought that it was you.

- Oh, my God.
- No.

- It's impossible.
- Oh, my God.

She was too helpless.
She was too frail.

The pills.

How could sh...? Jesus.

Ellen, l...

I love your mother.

I don't suppose
I'm ever going to stop loving her.

But because she can do anything...

run the house, run our lives...

keep everything
so beautiful and so warm...

I only thought
of what she meant to me.

My... muse.

My... lovely wife.

My one true thing.

Of course she did it.

Who else would've had
the strength?

No, you have to go
deeper than that.

You have to go four inches.

- Four?
- Yeah.

Yeah, so that they don't rot in the snow,
or so that the animals don't get them.

Uh-huh.

And then four inches apart
so that the roots don't tangle...

and they'll just
look prettier.

What are these plants?

Daffodils.

- These are daffodils?
- Yeah.