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Ben?

Ben?

Why do people jog?

Coffee.

[CAR HONKING]

GIRL: Let's go!
PAUL: Come on, Sylvie!

SYLVIE: Sorry.

Sorry, guys.

Seat belt.

Okay, I love you,
and I love you...

And I love you...

And I love you.

Bye, Mom.

[PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

Hello? Hello?

Oh, Rebecca, honey,
is that you?

It's Lucy, Alberta.

Have you noticed yet
that every time you
misdial the phone,

I'm the one
who answers?

Dad would call that
a boundary issue.

Well, as my ex-therapist
as well as my ex-husband,

he should know
about boundary issues.

Listen, darling, I need you
to call your sister for me.

We were supposed
to have lunch today,

but there is just no way
I'm gonna find the time.

Are you smoking again?

You are lying in bed,
fully dressed,

with a stale Diet Pepsi,
smoking a cigarette,
aren't you?

I wish you would see
my therapist.

Sylvie, I can't talk now.

Because Ben,
he's not even back yet.

I'm not leaving without him.

Because, I told you,
he has to take me to
pick up my car, honey.

No, you can't take me.
I'll tell you why.

Because I don't have time
to hear about your
marriage now, okay?

Listen, I'll call you
in between classes, all right?

Just work in the garden,
sculpt and then

sit by the phone
until I call you back, okay?

I love you too.
Bye.

Hello? Oh, hi, Luce.

I don't know why she misdials.
I have to go.

No, I don't think that
you should see her therapist.

Look, I have to go, because
I have to go search for Ben

who I am now furious at.

Because he's taking me
to get my car,

and I have a 9:00 class
to teach and...

Are you smoking already?

Luce.

Hello! Excuse me.

This is kind of embarrassing,
but I'm looking
for my husband.

He sometimes jogs
on this road.

I think he may have been
wearing a blue sweat suit.

Have you seen
anybody like that?

A jogger was hit by a car
about a half hour ago.
They took him to the hospital.

NURSE: [OVER PA]
Dr. David, telephone, please.
Dr. David, telephone, please.

-Mrs. Lott?
-Hi.

-Hi.
-I'm...
I'm looking for my husband.

He may have been hit by a car.
He was out
jogging near our house.

-Where do you live?
-Old Mountain Road.

Can we do this part
some other time?

I just need to be
sure that it's him.

-Tall, dark hair?
-Yeah.

A blue running suit?

Yes. What happened?
'Cause you're
starting to scare me.

-The doctor will be right out.
-No.

You tell me.
What happened?

-Your husband
was hit very hard.
-Yeah?

He didn't make it.

"He didn't make it"?
What...

What do you...
What do you mean,
he didn't make it?

What does that mean?
Are you...

Are you telling me that he,
that he's dead?

Mmm-hmm.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

What?

What!

If you'll excuse me,
gentlemen.

Yes? Lucy?

Honey, slow down a minute.
I can't hear...

What about Ben?

No, listen. Listen, Lucy,
could I call you back?

I'm right in the middle...

What did you say
happened to Ben?
I'm sorry.

I was talking.
I couldn't hear you.

Shit.

Did you call my dad too?

He lives in San Francisco.

I know.
He's taking the red-eye.

He'll be here
in the morning.

You're driving too fast!

I'm only going
15 miles an hour.

Well, it feels too fast!
It feels too fast.

Well, I'm just trying
to get you home, Rebecca.

I told you about that
at the hospital.

Didn't I tell you about that
at the hospital?

Don't say my name, Sylvie.

Let's not talk about
what just happened, okay?

Don't touch me, Sylvie!
Just don't touch me!
Not now. Not yet.

I understand.

No, you don't.

[SIGHING]

I can't touch anything.

That's okay. I'll do it.
I'll do it. That's okay.

-No, don't...
-Sorry.

[PHONE RINGING]

BEN: Hi. Ben and Rebecca
aren't here right now,

but leave a message and
one of us, the right one,
will get back to you. Thanks.

MARTHA: Rebecca?
This is Martha and John.

We just heard.
God, I'm so sorry.

If there's anything we can do,
please call us at the house.

[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING]

I want to go in,
but I don't want to go in.

I completely get that.
I mean,
my bedroom makes me sick.

Paul and I have not had sex
for three months.

We did.

This morning.

I cannot go in there.

Okay.

I just realized that
now I am the "W" word...

And that tomorrow morning
I'm going to wake up

and look exactly like
Georgia O'Keeffe at 85.

You know, I'm picturing
being shrouded in black

with the sunken cheeks
and the old hands.

I mean, that's how I always
pictured the "W" word.

I don't want to appear dense
or anything, but I'm not
following the "W" word thing.

Is that like for "witch"?

-Widow.
-Oh! Yeah!

Well, what did you think
that I meant?

I don't know. I mean,
I was still in Santa Fe
with Georgia O'Keeffe,

and trying to figure out what
the hell was in the desert
that started with "W."

I couldn't figure it out.

"White hot."
"Whip snake."

-"Wild weed." "Waltz."
-See, I'm not
a poetry professor.

"Whither." "Weep."

You know, just because I'm
talking and making you laugh,

do not assume that anything
about me is the same.

Okay.

Lucy!

Great. Alberta. Shit.

Lucy, honey!

Lucy, wait!
Honey.

Alberta,
I gotta get this stuff
into the refrigerator!

Lucy.

Hi.

Hey, Luce.

Don't touch her. She...
Her skin hurts. She doesn't
want to be touched.

-Lucy.
-Touch me. It's okay now.

It's okay, go ahead.

Except you're
gonna make me cry, Luce.

She doesn't wanna cry,
because she's
the "W" word now.

-What?
-God, great jacket! Is it new?

Yeah. You know,
I just got it at Charivari.
It was on sale.

-Fabulous.
-They also had it in
like a smoky brown.

See, now that would
look great on you.

-No, I definitely
like the black.
-You think so?

I can't believe that we're
talking about your jacket.

I know.

I can't believe I had to add
the Charivari part.
I'm so sorry.

-I know.
-I can't believe
this happened.

Did you talk to Dad?

Yeah,
before I got on the plane.

What did he say?

Did he talk about Mom?
I mean,
what did he say, about,

you know, when mom died,
did he feel it right away?

You went to Zabar's?
What did you get?

I have no idea what's in
there. Sylvie told me to
bring food, so, food.

-She doesn't want to
be touched right...
-Alberta, you're not...

Come here.

No!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

[WHIMPERING]

She didn't want to cry yet.
You shouldn't have made her.

This is not crying.
Rebecca, honey... Let it out.

No.

Well, maybe
a cup of tea then.

Would one of you
make her a cup of tea?

-I'll do it.
-I'll help you.

-No, I got it.
-But I wanna make the tea!

[BICKERING]

Both of you...
Go make tea.

Come on.

[WHIMPERING]

Man, what'll we do?

We make tea.
We're jointly making tea.

I'm starving, because I have
not had anything to eat
since dinner last night,

which I basically cried
through because my husband and
I are probably breaking up.

And you know, I asked Rebecca
if she wanted some tea

or food or something,
and she said no.

So I'm glad that woman
is here. She's a pill,
but she's highly effective.

-How long was she
married to your dad?
-Ten years.

-What?
-But they've been
divorced for four,

thank you very much, because
I can't believe
she's still in my life.

Thank you for doing that.

I'll take care of everything
now, honey. I'm here.

Listen, I talked to a lawyer
in New York City.

Yeah?

And I'm waiting for the police
to call back about
the accident report.

I'm sorry to bother you, but
do you want something to eat
with your tea, Becky?

No. Thank you, Lucy.

Lucy, if
the Riverside Chapel calls,
just buzz me up here.

We don't have things
to buzz with here, Alberta,

otherwise I would have buzzed
to ask what
Becky wanted to eat.

Thank you, Lucy.

We're not on Wall Street.
Look where you are.

Why don't you just let me
do what I do best, all right?

There are certain decisions
that only Rebecca can make.

Well, she's right,
you know, Luce?

What do you want
to do with the body?

Jesus Christ!

Honey?

Can't you be more careful
about how you say things?

If what just happened to her
happened to me,
I'd kill myself.

Look, we are here
for one reason and
for one reason only,

and that is to get her
through this first week.

Now, she can do it and we can
do it. I want to hear you say
you can do it.

I'm not a cheerleader.
I'm not gonna cheer.
I'm her sister.

Nobody is asking you
to break out the pom-poms.

REBECCA: I don't feel so good.

I mean, no place I go
feels right.

I hate every single room
in this house.

I'm making your tea, okay?
Sylvie's downstairs.
She's just boiling the water.

You know, I really need
you guys to convince me
that I can do this.

-You can do this, Becky.
I know you can.
-Yeah.

-Was that so hard?
-Why do you
have to be so glib?

-I was not being glib.
-Pom-poms was glib.

What does she think,
we implemented
an entire intercom system

since the last time we were
here, and now we have
things to buzz with?

-Don't use this cup!
-Why not?

-It's psychotic.
-Excuse me. I made this cup.

Why?

What kind of tea
should we use?

Chamomile, peppermint
or regular? What?

I don't know, you know?
I don't know about tea.

Well, look, we have
got to get this right.

This is going to be
the first thing she has had
to drink since Ben died.

-We have to get it right.
-I know. We will.

Should we have milk?
Should we put
milk on the side?

You mean in a little...

No, we should not, because
she probably doesn't want to
make choices now.

I know that it hasn't really
started yet, but I can feel
it waiting for me,

and I'm scared that
it's going to get
me while I sleep.

My God, Luce, this feels so...
Different than when
Mom died, you know?

I mean,
she was sick for so long.

Mom was Mom, and Ben
was my husband, you know?

It took me so long
to find him.

I don't know what
to say to you, Becky.

I mean, I don't...
I don't know what to say.

I wish Mom were here.
She'd know what to say.

It's okay, Luce.
You don't have
to say anything.

Your face always
makes me feel better.

It brings me
our entire childhood.

Right now I wish
I was six years old...

Where there's no future
except desserts and birthdays.

Six is where there's only
lunch and dinner and Daddy.

Yeah, Daddy.

[OBJECT FALLING]

Damn it!

Mmm.

Syl.

REBECCA: Shit.
There are his parents.

What am I gonna say to them?

His father has the same
hands as he did.

I can't even look at them.

God, I'd hate to be them.

What do you say
to someone like me?

MAN: I respected him and
enjoyed his company.
REBECCA: Mmm.

MAN: He was very special.
REBECCA: Mmm.

You know, he never stole as
much as a theorem from me.

Unlike this one here.
He steals everything.

-Hey, come on.
-[REBECCA LAUGHING]

No, Ben was unusually honest
for an astrophysicist.

Cared more about ideas
than credit.

And, boy oh boy,
did he love you.

Yeah, he used to
read us your poetry.

-Really? Did you like it?
-Mmm-hmm.

I mean, I didn't know
that he did that.

ALBERTA: Yeah, Marc,
I want you to get a hold of

somebody at
the New York Times.

Yeah,
I'd like to help make sure
Ben gets a good write-up,

not just one of those
box obituaries, you know?

Whatever
happened to the Wongs?
They went to L.A.!

-Hi.
I just wanted to say hello.
-I'll be off. One second.

My ex-husband's right here.
I just need to give him a hug.

That's if he'll give me a hug.
I mean, you think
maybe I could...

-Who are you talking to?
-You.

Here's my kiss...

And you can fax me your hug.

No, Sunday's
no good, honey.

You okay, Luce?

I can't take Alberta.

She has an odd way
of coping.

I mean, really, Dad,
what is her problem?

She has intimacy issues.

-Obsessive-compulsive
hostility.
-[CHUCKLING]

Attachment anxiety.
Mood disturbance disorder.

God, I wish I could
dis her as good as you.

You must miss Mom a lot.
Especially today.

I miss her most
on my birthdays.

And weddings.
And whenever I eat ice cream.

I pretty much
always miss her.

No matter what, you could
always count on your mom
to fix the bad things.

And appreciate
the little things.

Laugh at the stupid things.

-Right?
-Yeah.

It's not easy to find
somebody like that.

There you are!

Becky's like that.

She is.

You okay, sweetheart?

It's weird in there,
isn't it?

There's all
these friendly people
walking around my house,

telling me stories about Ben,

making him sound like
this fabulous stranger that
I'm never gonna meet.

And the driver that hit him
hasn't called me yet.

He's afraid to, honey.

I can't, Daddy.
You know, I just gotta...

I just gotta hold on
a little bit longer.

Until they all go home.

Yeah.

[REBECCA CRYING]

-ALBERTA: Why don't you
eat something?
-[GASPING]

[SIGHING]

LUCY: I didn't see
you in here.

You know, I think
it's so interesting, Lucy,

how you deny yourself food
and wear only black.

It isn't that
interesting, really.

Where is your joy, Lucy?

God! Why are you
always everywhere
with something to say?

I still don't understand
how you got so far into
this family anyway.

Your father asked me.

Too bad you can't even
remember his name.

You never called him Thomas
while he was here.

It was always,
"May I speak with you?"
or, "Please pass the Perrier."

Is that what
happened in your marriage?
You forgot his name?

He probably would have
stayed here
longer if you had...

If I'd what?

If I'd called him Thomas?
If I was still his wife?

Or if the sight of his
daughter in such pain

weren't more
than he could bear.

Which daughter?

Well, at least you get to,
like, hang out at home.

I got to go back
to school tomorrow
and write around 301 papers

on the existential nature
of the relationships
in Jules and Jim.

-So I'll see you Friday?
-Yeah, absolutely.

-What's Friday?
-We're having dinner... Alone.

-I'll come by
later and see you.
-Yeah.

I'm plannin' on practically
livin' here, you know?

That's not a good idea.
Don't practically live here.

-I'll call you tonight.
-Yeah.

Thanks, guys...
For everything.

It's been a best week,
hasn't it? [CHUCKLING]

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
I'm fine, really.

Go home.

Yeah, I'm just
gonna wear a black shawl,

paint some skulls,
read a little Sylvia Plath.

[REBECCA CHUCKLING]

I'm kidding.
Go home, really.

[SIGHING]

[PANTING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

"Dear God."

[DOG WHINING]

Go away!

Go away!

I'm sorry.

I'm not good with dogs.

The hermit.
That's obviously you,

because you keep trying
to hide out from everybody.

Where does it say that?
You're not doing it right.

Syl, you're not even
following the instructions.

Listen. Listen.

It's not gonna be accurate
if we don't do it right.

If you don't stop
pickin' at me, the spirits
are not gonna guide me, okay?

All right.

All right.

Death. Obviously my marriage,
'cause the guy
even looks like Paul.

Paul, after I've
gotten done with him.

Me in remorse for what
I've just done to Paul.

And look.
Wheel of Fortune.

Look at that.

"Wheel of Fortune.
Wheel of Fortune represents
the ups and downs of fate."

-Mmm-hmm.
-It also says it depends
on where the cards are placed.

Look at this.
I mean, you haven't even
done the spread thing here.

Well, we don't need to do
an official spread...

-Yes, you do.
-...because this is
the spread that came up.

You know, you just have
to follow your intuition.

Yeah, my intuition is fine.
It's yours that
I'm worried about.

-Well, you'd be really boring
if I wasn't your best friend.
-Oh, thank you.

You'd be home watching
Wheel of Fortuneright now.

No, I appreciate that.

PAUL: One, two, three, four,
I declare a thumb war...

We're gonna go over to
the Tompkins' and water
some plants. Yeah, okay.

-Bye, Mom.
-Bye.

He really looks like Paul,
doesn't he?

They all look like Paul.
I'm startin' to
look like Paul.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

You know what?
You're starting to
look like Paul, too.

Forget it.

Can you feel it?
The love?

Um...

Okay. It's stronger on
the sun porch. Come on, look.

This is the wheel of fortune,
Rebecca. I mean, really look.

I got the wrong husband.
You got the right one
for not enough time.

And the Tompkins', they got
each other for 65 years.

I mean, come on! Man!

Can you feel this?
Can you feel this love?

Not really.

I am really looking forward
to going back
to work tomorrow.

Well, I still think
it's too soon.

-Sylvie?
-What?

-Where are the plants?
-What plants?

The plants that we
are here to water.
Where are they?

Oh, my God!
Are they even out of town?

They could come in here at
any... We're not even supposed
to be here, are we?

Oh, come on!
If you came home

and found two gorgeous women
sitting on your sun porch

'cause they wanted a small
slice of your fabulous
marriage, what would you do?

I would make them
bouillabaisse

and teach them to tango,
I'd be so pleased.

[LAUGHING]

Hi. I'm not here right now.
Please leave me a message.
Thanks.

[TAPE REWINDING]

[BEEPING]

[IN LOW VOICE] Why don't you
leave me a message?
I'll call you back.

Or maybe not, because my voice
is too low to actually have
a conversation with.

[TAPE REWINDING]

-[SIGHING]
-[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING]

Hi. This is Rebecca.
I'm not here right now.

Please leave me a message.
Thank you.

-[TAPE REWINDING]
-[BEEPING]

Well, I'm back.

[STUDENTS CHEERING]

STEVEN: Thank God!

Professor Myers
treated us like this was
an undergrad survey course.

We had to write haikus and
then ballads in couplets.
We were in hell.

Well, I'm sure that
Professor Myers wasn't very
happy about it either, Steven.

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]

Anyway, guys...

Back to French aestheticism,

which, as you know,
or you should know,

talks about
the writing of a poem

for a poem's sake,

with a strict emphasis
on painstaking artifice.

But really, what's the
difference what
form the words take,

as long as
the reader reacts?

Of course, if you ascribe
to the notion of
affective fallacy,

where you judge a poem
by its affects,

the criticism,
and you should
write this down,

ends in impressionism
and relativism.

It all boils down to...

Words.

Words to complain
about other words.

Words to elevate
the writer of the words

to heights that only words
can take him to...

This is all bullshit,
isn't it?

Words don't taste good.

They don't smell good,
don't keep you warm at night.

Words don't even
ever leave the mind, do they?

So my assignment to you

is to write a poem
without words.

It doesn't have to conform
to haiku or
sonnet form, Steven.

Free verse is fine.

But no words, okay?

By Friday.

[PHONE DIAL TONE]

-Hello?
-Lucy. God, finally.

Listen, can I come over,

and, like, you can find
something really
distracting for us to do.

-Yeah. Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine, really.

-You sure?
-Yeah. Okay.
I'll be over soon.

-Okay.
-Okay. Bye.

REBECCA: Should I just eat
from this tin?

Do you have a fork at all?

God, nice shoes.

I mean, I wouldn't want
anything obvious, you know,
like a rose or a little heart.

Could you pass the rice?

I wouldn't want anything,
like, nasty or mean, either,

you know,
like a skull or a dagger.

Lucy, this is
Chinese rice.

-So?
-We're having Indian food.

Oh.

God, how old
is this anyway?

Ooh, not as old
as this sandwich.

You are so gross, Lucy.

God!

Oh, my God!
That's the tattoo I'd want.

What? You want a tattoo
of Marcello
Mastroianni's face?

Oh, my God!
Wouldn't that be so cool?

I mean, I know you hate
tattoos, no matter what
they are, but...

-No, I don't.
-Yes, you do.

I'm becoming one of those
people that everybody hates
to be around, aren't I?

I'm not fun.

I'm just one of these sad,
drippy, un-fun people

who doesn't like tattoos
or old food or...

Becky, you just had an
unbelievably bad
thing happen to you.

You're not supposed to be fun.

And anyway, tattoos
and old food are disgusting!

They're not good
things to like.
I'm a total freak.

No, you're not.

How about if tomorrow
we go over to your house

and we plaster ourselves
in the sun and paint
our fingers and toes?

Okay.

-So where would you put him?
-Marcello?

-Yes.
-I don't know.

I guess anywhere he'd fit.

[LAUGHING]

Come on.

[CAR HONKING]

[CAR HONKING]

ALBERTA: Oh, no,
we're not going in that.

And we may even have
to open our own doors.

MAN: Valentino! Valentino!

Valentino!

SYLVIE: Well, wait a minute,
now. Why don't you think
his name is Valentino?

ALBERTA: Because why would he
be standing there, shouting
his own name into the mist?

-LUCY: What mist?
-I still don't know
who you're talking about.

SYLVIE: Because it's
a beautiful name.

I mean, if it was my name,
I'd be shouting it
from the mountaintop.

-You would not!
-I would!

-Who are you talking about?
-The painter.

Valentino. Don't you just
know he loves beautiful women,

and their spirits
live in his paintbrushes?

And he paints 'em on all
the kind of walls in
big houses and little houses,

and he'd just stay
married to you for
65 years, I just know.

LUCY: Definitely no.

How could you say
such a thing?

Because, Sylvie, Valentino
knows that marriage
ruins peoples' lives.

-Really?
-Yes.

But, see, if he were to fall
for someone who was, you know,
new to relationships,

then he could
teach her stuff, you know?

And everything about the two
of them would always be new.

Oh, Lucy, that's so sweet.
Tell us more.

I was kidding! God!
You believed me?

Wait, here's the truth.

Chicken soup is the most
womanly thing on
the face of the planet.

This is the truth.
I'm telling you.

In the early days
with me and Paul,
he could not resist me.

He'd come in. I'd have a big
bowl of steamin' hot chicken
soup waiting for him.

He'd swoop us both
upstairs to the bed.

-Me and the soup, I mean.
-Unusual foreplay, Sylvie.

LUCY: Well, does it
have to be chicken soup?

Or does anything work,
like, you know,
lentil or split pea?

Um...

Homemade is better.

Does it have to be hot?
I mean, would gazpacho work?
Is cold soup womanly?

Soup doesn't have a gender.
It's just nourishment.

SYLVIE: You're always denying
your womanhood.

No, I'm denying
the soup its womanhood.

REBECCA: I just realized
that we have all kinds of
womanhood here right now.

We have a single woman,

a married woman,

a divorced woman,

and, of course,
the ever-present widow.

[SYLVIE LAUGHING]

These are just words that
describe your marital status,
not womanhood.

I don't think you ought to
describe yourself
in that way, Rebecca.

-SYLVIE: Why not?
-I wasn't. I wasn't.

Because it implies that we
change ourselves around men.

We are who we are,
irrespective
of the company we keep.

Mmm-hmm.

Which is why
ever since some painter

screamed for his idiot dog
with a stupid name,

we have been unable to utter
one intelligent word.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

It's the truth.
Go, girl.

It's insane.

ALBERTA: Harvey, listen,
I'm so glad I got
your machine.

I really hate
to give apologies live,

but I am sorry that I
missed dinner the other night.

Listen,
I'll talk to you later, okay?
Or not. Bye.

You know, Lucy, I really
loved your Valentino.

I mean, the idea of a man
who teaches you everything,

and with whom
everything is always new.
Tell me more.

Didn't you just get through
telling me that Valentino is
really this guy's dog?

Come on. Just play
with me a little here.

I mean, for me that painter
could never be Valentino,
however lovely he is.

No, I'm the kind
who would always
rather talk than touch.

Did you know that about me?
Even with your father.

Oh, my God.

See, I'd rather
imagine the man
than know him for sure.

Once I know him, I don't
really want him anymore.

No, it's the possibilities
of who a man might be
that excite me.

It's the possibilities that
really get my juices flowing.

Oh, my God!

Do you know the best moment
in a kiss for me?

It's right before
the lips touch.

-Oh, come on,
use your other hand.
-I need both.

I don't understand how
you can continue to smoke.

Someone in your family
had lung cancer.

You know, it's funny how
you can never say her name
or what she was to me.

My mother. Joanna.

You act as if it were
my fault she left.

She didn't leave,
she died, Alberta.

-It's the same thing.
-No, it is not.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Syl?
-Yeah?

I got here as fast as I could.
What happened?

Paul left me.
We had a really
big fight last night.

I woke up this morning,
and he was gone.

-He took all his stuff.
-Well, where are the kids?

They're at day camp.
I took 'em to day camp.

I mean, what am I
gonna tell them?

But his clothes
are still here.

No, that's not all
of his clothes. I swear.

It's a note from Paul.
He did leave you.

He's gone to the gym
to play racquetball.

You know, I...

What?

Syl.

What? What?

What does it say?

I can't see.
I got tears in my eyes.

What does it say?

Um...

Well...

It says he went to the gym...

And that he loves you
and hopes that
you feel better.

-He's so sweet.
-Oh, Syl, Syl.

I don't know.

We really need to find you
a good therapist.

Are you mad at me?

No.

So you want to go
have breakfast?

No, Syl. I have to go to work.

Okay.

What are you gonna do?

-Tompkins.
-Tompkins.

-Hi, Luce. Hi.
-Ready?

-Yeah.
-Professor Lott. Hi.

-I need you to
read this poem for me.
-It's...

I thought it was
brilliant this morning,
but now I hate it.

Not now, Steven.

-Please?
-Steven!

LUCY: Okay, okay, okay.
Got it, got it.

You get...

The best body
in the entire world

and no more pimples
for the rest of your life,

but you can never
go to the beach again
or eat Chinese food.

-No way.
-You would too.

I would not.
Pick something else.

I don't hate my body enough
to give up the ocean.

Um...

Your poetry gets compared
to John Donne.

Hmm.

Wait. What do you mean,
you don't hate your body?

I don't hate my body.
I'm not in my body.
I don't have a body.

Okay, you.

You get the best body
in the world, no pimples
for the rest of your life,

$10 million and
your photography
gets compared to Diane Arbus.

-[MOCK CHEERING]
-But for the rest of your life
you have to live with Alberta.

No.

-And no one ever
gets cancer ever again.
-No.

-The landfills are all empty.
-No.

-There's no more war, ever.
-Nope. No.

[LAUGHING] God.

You live with Alberta.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

So, do you want me to,
you know, go up there
with you or...

No. I really think
it's something I need
to do by myself.

I've put it off for so long,
and, besides, they need
the office space.

Thank you.

Call me later,
when you...

You know, I really don't think
I wanna keep any of it.

Sid, I think we should
donate it all to the library.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

Take your time.

Chiclets?

I didn't know
that he liked these.

I'll keep these.

It's my sister's
first birthday
without her husband.

-Oh, is it now?
-Yeah.

He was, he was hit by a car
last spring and killed.

-Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
-Yeah.

So I wanna get her something
really special, you know?

Well, how about the doggie
here? This is Ralphie.

She doesn't like dogs.

Ooh, gosh.
This is beautiful.

Oh, now that frame
is real silver.

Real silver.

ALBERTA: Yes, it's a gift
for my daughter.

Good.
So I'll put my assistant on,

and you can tell him where
to send the deposit
and all that, all right?

Hold. Marc? Handle the rest of
this, would you? Line two.

Sure.

-Surprise!
-[SHOUTING]

-God! You guys!
-Happy birthday!

Your face! Your face!

-God. Jeez.
-This is for you.

-What is it?
-Open it.

What is it?
What is it? What is it?

Oh, Luce.

I made it.

Thanks.

That's sweet.
Thank you.

-Les fleurs.
-Ooh, the pot. Very nice.

-Thanks, Syl.
-Yeah.

You guys.

I have got a really big
surprise for you today.

And I think
it is just arriving.

-You got her a dog?
-No, wait.

'Cause you know,
I really don't know
about dogs, Alberta.

-Everybody knows about dogs.
-Oh, my God!

It's the painter.

The painter?
What is he doing here?

Well, he's here to paint
your house, silly.

I mean, that's my surprise.
That's the big
birthday present.

-That's a big present.
-Uh-huh.

But I thought it would be
nice to have something

fresh and new to come home to,
a new house.

-[DOORBELL RINGING]
-Wow.

Listen. You stay here.
I will handle everything,
okay?

Oh! Now, I understand
he doesn't speak any English,

but his boss says
it's okay to point.
He's supposed to be fabulous.

Don't say a word.
We know you don't
speak any English.

Your boss explained it.
It's perfectly okay.
We like to point.

Actually,
when it comes to men,
I prefer to point.

Come on in.

-Oh, what a great ass.
-Alberta!

I can't believe you!

I really hope that he
understood that, Alberta.

So do I.

Thank you.

Now, honey,
what I was thinking was
a kind of, cheery yellow.

You know, something like this,
only without so
much green in it.

You know, I don't really think
the house needs
to get painted,

but, you know,
that's a great color.
It's good.

All right, then.

This color,
but with less green.

I don't think he
understands. Sylvie,
would you get some butter?

Butter. Stick or tub?
Doesn't matter, does it?

Alberta, I hope you're not
planning on doing anything
disgusting with the butter.

Lucy, don't be ridiculous.

You know,
I really think this is
kind of too much, Alberta.

I mean, I would have liked
a nice sweater or...

Butter. Butter.

He'll get it now.

So, this color,
but more like this.

Now, you go mix paints.

Bye-bye.

You know, I guess you guys
were expecting Umberto.

Oh, no, I was expect...

No, no, no, no, no.
You see, Umberto was
the guy on the schedule.

And anyhow, he's the one
that doesn't
speak any English.

Well, he got sick,
you got me, and here...

I think you chose
a great color,

I'm flattered that you like
my ass and if it's okay,

I'm gonna come back
first thing tomorrow morning
and get this goin', all right?

Bye-bye.

[ALL LAUGHING]

But admit, admit...

It's better to have wrinkles
than to have a face

that's stuck in,
like, that G-force thing,

that, like,
has shellac on it.

No. No, no, no. There is
nothing worse than wrinkles.

No, sagging, hanging things
are definitely
worse than wrinkles.

Ew!

I think I'm gonna
take myself home.

Yeah, I gotta get goin' too.

I cannot believe
that that painter
guy is gonna come back here.

That man makes me
wanna do wild things.
[CHUCKLING]

Like what?

Well, like, I want him to get
a little skinny paintbrush
with a little tube of paint,

and just run it
up inside my thigh,
make a big old question mark.

-[LAUGHING]
-Uh-huh.

-What color?
-Fuchsia or aqua.

-Why?
-Because it looks
good on my skin.

Oh.

Yeah.

Well, why don't you
do this with Paul?

Come on.

No, no. It's a good idea.

I mean,
depends on what you want.

If you wanna try and save
your marriage...

Yeah, actually, I'd like to.

Why don't you take Paul
to a hotel?

Because I really don't think
you should be doing
the painting thing

at home in front of
the small children.

-Why not?
-I think that's a great idea.

Go to a hotel.
It'll be my treat.

Are you kidding?

No. No, just call up Marc.
You'll have a sweet at
the Shery any time you want.

-Thank you.
-Welcome.

Okay, it's time to go.
Happy birthday,
Rebecca, honey.

Thanks.

Happy birthday.

♪ I'm getting painted
In a hotel, yeah

♪ Happy damn birthday
I love you very much ♪

"Moaning fucking Lisa.
I thought you
meant those moans.

"You left your
lips in my ashtray
and your smile in the head,

"ready to be flushed.

"And I, red with waiting,
look for a new smile."

Mmm-hmm.

Unfortunately,
we have gone way over.

I'm really sorry,
but we're going to have to
do the critique next time.

In addition, Fiona and James,
your turn will be up.

What? You can't do that to me.

Okay? Thank you, everybody.

I won't make it
without knowing
what people think of it.

It's good for you, Steven.

Really, it's part
of the discipline,

to wait for an opinion
without disintegrating.

I liked your poem a lot.

You hated it.

-I liked it a lot.
-Hi.

-Hi!
-I hope I'm not late.

Lucy, this is my student
Steven. Steven, this is
my sister Lucy.

Lucy, hi.
Pleasure to meet you.

Would you mind
if we skipped dinner tonight?

I'm really just in the mood
to be at home, you know?

-Yeah, okay. Yeah.
-Yeah. You sure?

Okay. Well, I should get
going, because the traffic's
gonna be really bad.

-Okay.
-Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

You two look like sisters.

We are sisters, like she said.
Hello.

-You in school?
-N.Y.U.

We're on a blind date,
aren't we?

I don't know.
It happened so fast.

You know, maybe
this is just us talking.

No, this is us
on a blind date.

So if we are,
how unhappy are you?

How unhappy are you?

Not very unhappy.

I'm not, either.

You wanna go do something?

Um...

I mean, unless, you know,
if you have
something else to do...

Oh, no.
I mean, you know, yeah.

We could do something.

Great.

[MAN WHISTLING]

Um...

Excuse me.

Oh, hi.

Hi?

It's 10:00 at night.
What are you doing here?

Painting.

In the moonlight.

Actually, it makes
the job more interesting.

You see,
I could be anyone,

painting anything,
anywhere, you know?

Okay.

You know,
I'm having trouble sleeping,

and I really think it's better
if you go back to your normal
schedule of painting.

Okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Rebecca,
honey, is that you?

I'm sorry. You've got
the wrong number.

Lucy, don't hang up.

[IMITATING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Thank you, Mama.
Bye-bye.

[LAUGHING]

Lucy...

-Hey.
-Hey.

Aren't you gonna
be late for work?

I have a few minutes.

Cool. What's going on?

Nothing much.
I like these, Syl.

Those are dream pots.
Damn. Damn.

I got 'em filled
with all kinds of stuff.

You know, little bones
and pieces of feathers,

flowers, broken glass.

You know that place we hate,
that gallery over on Seventh?

The guy with the moustache,
made you move your car?

He wants to carry 'em,
but he wants to put
labels on 'em, warning labels.

You love it?
Dream pots by Sylvie
with warning labels.

-It's too delicious.
-Do I smell different?

-What?
-I smell... Shriveled.

I do, and I'm starting
to look like...

BOTH: Georgia O'Keeffe.

I feel like I should
be living in the desert,
completely shrouded in black,

and surrounded by skulls.

I'm serious about this.
Widowhood happens
on a cellular level.

It's happening in my face,
as we speak. I swear to God,
I smell different. Smell me.

I don't wanna smell you.
I don't wanna smell you.
God bless ya!

Could you just stop
thinking about
yourself for one second?

I mean, your time
of self-absorption, it's up.

Excuse me?
You're telling me
about self-absorption?

Miss Self-Absorb is telling me
about self-absorption?

Yeah, I am. Okay?

You're not the only one
who's lost a husband here.

Mine didn't go
in one fell swoop,

but it's taken Paul years
to disappear
from this marriage.

But I can't sit around
and think about that

because I have three fuckin'
kids watching
every move I make.

So, from where I sit,
I think you have
it pretty good.

Because nobody is sending me
condolence cards and
divorce casseroles.

Nobody is looking out for me,
you understand?

Fine. That's perfect.
That's wonderful. Great.

[SIGHING]

-I'm a jerk.
-I'm an asshole.

No, I'm completely
self-absorbed.

Yes, you are,
but it's understandable.

It's okay for you too.
All right, all right. Enough.

All right.

You're looking good today,
Syl, really.

-And I like the pots.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-Cool.

So tell me,
how come we're not married?

'Cause I still think
it's a bit too soon for me.

You're probably right,
but I'd still like it,

because our worst fight
is like me and
Paul's best day.

Hmm.

You know what I wish?

I wish you could jump
into Paul's body,

except during sex
when I want Paul to
jump into that painter's body.

[LAUGHING]

And I'd be left with
that Tompkins porch feeling,

and my life
would be absolutely perfect.

See, I'm not getting
the shriveled thing.
To me, you look gorgeous.

Well, picture shriveled,

and then give me
the exact opposite of that.

I wanna look like the girl
in the Guess jeans ad.

You want hair
that just got off
a motorcycle without a helmet?

Yeah.

[HAMMERING]

-Hi.
-Hi.

-I'm sorry about last night.
-It's no problem, really.

I'd like to make it up
to you, if I could.

You don't have to
make it up to me.

You wanna get a pizza
or somethin'?

Uh...

No.

Thank you.

You look different.

Really?

Well, I was just driving
with the window down,
and, you know...

You know,
I could get a pizza.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

All right.
Come on. Hop in.

Oh, hello. Hi there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Get in back.

Crazy dog.

Wouldn't want that
to happen to my hair.

PAINTER: Wow.

Can you explain
that look to me?

I mean,
I've never understood that.

Well, secretly,
they'd like to be invisible.

They hate their bodies
and their mothers,

and their hair and their teeth
and their lives,

but they don't
want you to know that,
so they spend all day,

every single day,
creating that look,

so nobody ever asks
who they really are.

You know?

Jesus, I'm almost afraid
to ask, but what can
you tell about me?

[CHUCKLING]

Well, nothing, really.

I'm only insightful
about women.

How'd that happen?

I'm not really sure.

All right. Well, try it.
Just make it up.

I mean, if you had to,
what could you tell about me?

You think...

You think
I was ever married?

-No.
-Divorced.

Wow. See?
I'm not good at men.

-Come on. Try.
-I'm not good at men.

-Come on.
-No. Okay.

[CLEARING THROAT] All right.

You're really an artist.

-An oil painter.
-Oil painter.

You just paint houses
as a sideline thing.

No.

[CHUCKLING]

-I'm a house painter.
-Of course you are.

-I paint signs as a sideline.
-Oh yeah?

Yeah. See that
"free delivery" back there?

That's me. Early me,
but, you know, me nonetheless.

-I've gotten better since.
-That's nice.

-A nice sign.
-Yeah. [LAUGHING]

-You're eatin' that
pizza like a mouse.
-Oh yeah?

This is mama's pizza.

The best thing about it is
you get the grease to
run down your hands.

You grab it with both hands,
you stuff it in your mouth.
Watch me.

[CHUCKLING]

Here.

-You're a real pig.
-I know.

God. Let me tell you
about you now.

Uh-oh.

Needless to say,
you're a neat freak.

You're the type
that's never had a pizza
delivered because that big box

doesn't fit in any
of your trash cans, right?

Mmm.

That was very good.

That's very good.

And... You just dumped
your boyfriend,

so now you're going through
one of those "I hate all men"
periods too, aren't you?

Yes. That's it exactly.

I told you I'm good at this.

-Lucy?
-Yeah?

Take off your clothes.

We don't even
have to do anything.

I mean, we can just,
you know, snuggle.

Absolutely not.

Okay.

I first have to
show my sister.

She'll tell me the truth
before I humiliate myself.

I don't know what
we're dealing with here.
It could be very bad.

What, you don't know
what you look like naked?

No.

Well, what about
when you take a shower?

I never look.

Okay. Show me.
I'll look.

I know I'll love it.

No.

Okay.

Luce?

Yeah?

How about just the jacket?

[CHUCKLING]

"Lucy.

"Lucy.

"Lucy.

"Lucy.

"Lucy.

"Lucy."

It's wonderful, Steve,

but it's not a poem.

It's more like your own
personal ode to
Gertrude Stein.

What are you saying?
It's redundant?

No. I'm saying
that it's not a poem.

Well, you weren't
really listening.

You weren't really
paying attention.

Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

LUCY: Just don't laugh
when I open the door.

REBECCA: I won't.
I promise, Lucy.

-It isn't
exactly a new outfit.
-Come on already, Luce.

What do you think?

Oh God,
you're absolutely gorgeous.

[GASPING]

Really?

You're a total knockout.

Really?
But... Do you mean it?

Well, wait.
Turn around.

It's still great.

[LAUGHING]

I'm so happy!

No, I'm serious.
You should never wear clothes.
Ever.

Let's not get crazy.

Come here.

Look at you.

So I'm taking it

that you and Steven
are liking each other?

-Yeah.
-Well, that's good.

I think that's good.
I'm glad.
Are you... Have you...

-No. No.
-No?

'Cause I need your advice.

-On moaning.
-Moaning.

Yeah. Now,
is it better to moan,

or to act like you're
stifling the moan,

or just not
to moan at all?

Just be natural.
Don't act. Just be yourself.

Becky, we're not on
a talk show, you know?
You can tell me for real.

Well, it's been a long time,

but, in my experience,

the best thing...

Is to breathe...

Very deeply at first.

That way you
bring him inside you.

First through his smell,

and then through
the rhythm of your own breath,

until...

Those places inside you
start to

tighten and to tingle,

until you hit the change.

The change is where
things really start
happening on their own.

Mmm. And that's where
I do the moaning.

No, that's where you let go.

Let go of what?

You're being too vague.
Start from the beginning,

and don't use phrases like
"places inside" and
"hitting the change."

What is that?
Be specific, okay?

When do I moan? I mean,
how long should I do that
breathing thing?

-Should I open my eyes?
Should I open my...
-[LAUGHING]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[SYLVIE AND PAUL LAUGHING]

What... Wait.
What... Stop for a second.

-Wait. You just... Yeah?
-Sylvie, Sylvie.

-Don't be nervous, baby.
-I'm not.

Sylvie, relax.

This was a great idea.

What is it?

What?

I think I just
figured out that it wasn't
you who didn't want it always.

It was me, wasn't it?

It was me
who kept saying no.

Yeah.

It was.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

PAINTER: Hello.

Anybody home?

Rebecca.

Hey.

What, are you moving?

Uh, no.

-Just some cleaning?
-Yeah.

Who's Ben?

Ben... Was my husband.

He died last spring.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.
Nobody told me.

I knew there was something
very different about you.

There's nothing different
about me.

I'm not different.

Okay.

You want me to help you
move these?

No.

You sure?

Yes.

Listen, I got a lot of work
to do today. I better...

I better get going,
all right?

Hey.

There's nothing different
about me.

I know.

It's okay to do this.

It's okay to do this.

SYLVIE: And in broad daylight?

-I mean, it's too delicious.
-I know.

It's too delicious.

The most
amazing thing about it
is that halfway through it...

-Bye, Mom.
-Bye, baby.

-Oh, God.
-That's okay. Go on.

Halfway through it
I opened my eyes.

And I really watched him,
and he really watched me.

And I should've
watched you both.

-No, I'm serious.
-Oh, my God.

We both watched everything
as it was happening,

and it was so amazing.

I mean, I've
never done that before.

I always end up hiding
my head or turning away

or getting under the pillow
or something.

It was,
it was amazing.

[LAUGHING]

-God.
-Yeah, well...

Did you think about Ben,
you know? Did you...

No. I didn't.
Not once.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, my God.

How did he know that your legs
would bend back like that?

Because men like that
just know these things, Syl.

Oh, man. Oh, man.

[SIGHING]

[TURNS ON ANSWERING MACHINE]

Hi, Becky. It's Luce.

I'm seeing Steven tomorrow
night, and I'm still not clear
on the moaning thing.

Call me.

[BEEPING]

ALBERTA: Hello, love.
I've tentatively scheduled
you, me and Lucy

on a wilderness trek,

and we need to
talk about dates
as soon as possible.

Oh, also, would you please
run this by Lucy?

I think she's unplugged
her phone again.

[BEEPING]

PAINTER: Hi, it's me.

Just calling to see
how you're doing.

Guess you're not home.
Okay. Bye-bye.

[BEEPING]

♪ Can't stop
Stop the hurting

♪ Can't stop
Stop the breaking

♪ Can't stop
Stop these tears for you

♪ My dear

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

♪ Don't know
Why you're so bad

♪ This life
Been so bad

♪ I'm glad I finally
Found you here

♪ You're the voice
of a dream I had

♪ You're the voice
and I'm so glad

♪ You're the wings
of a dream

♪ Of a life come true

I love when you sleep with me,
Mommy.

Me too, baby.

♪ I sometimes run
and chase the moon

♪ I just can't

♪ I sometimes come
and chase the view ♪

LUCY: Hi, it's Lucy's machine.
Leave a message if
you're in the mood.

Hi, Lucy's machine.

Listen, your sister wasn't
in class yesterday,

and she didn't
show up today, either.

So, I don't know,
I just thought
you should know.

Anyway,
I hope to see you tonight.

I really can't wait.

♪ My heart

[PHONE RINGING]

♪ Booked an absence

♪ My heart
looked unfaithful

♪ I see
no one can be here ♪

[PHONES CONTINUE RINGING]

♪ Today

♪ My thoughts
long been thinking

♪ My thoughts
long believing

♪ I see

[PHONES CONTINUE RINGING]

♪ No one can be here

♪ With me

♪ You're the light
of the dream I had

♪ You're the voice
and I'm so glad

♪ You're the wings
of a dream

♪ Of a life come true

[PHONES CONTINUE RINGING]

♪ There's no denying

♪ I sometimes
run and chase the moon

♪ And think of you

♪ I sometimes
run and chase the view

♪ And I love you

♪ I sometimes
run and chase the moon

♪ And I'm just dreaming

♪ I sometimes
run and chase the moon ♪

Did you get a hold of Sylvie?

-She went right over.
-What happened?

I don't know.

SYLVIE: So I can't get you
something to drink,
like water?

And I can't
make the bed for you.

Are we back in that
Georgia O'Keeffe thing?

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Okay.

What brought this on?

She slept with the painter.

You did?

Oh, shit.

I can't hold this in anymore.

I can't, I just can't.
God damn it.

I can't...
I've been...

I've been holding this in
for so long,

like it was my virginity
or something.

You know, like,
after it was over,

I could never
not know again.

Not know what?

That the last...
The last time I saw Ben,

we had this really huge fight.

We had this fight because...

I didn't want...
Didn't want to have a baby.

You both didn't want
to have a baby?

No, it was me, okay?
He wanted to for years.

I was the asshole
that kept saying no.

And I keep thinking what if
he had this inner time clock

that was just ticking faster
than other people's?

What if he knew that he was
never gonna get old again?

What if he just wanted
to leave this little part
of himself behind,

and I was the one who said no?

-Why didn't you want a baby?
-Because I was mean!

Because he always got
everything he ever wanted.

He wanted this house,
so we lived here.

He wanted to teach
at that university,
so that's where I went.

Because he was the God damn
center of everything,
including me.

And it was a well-known fact

that he was gonna be
the greatest God damn
father that ever lived.

And that I was gonna be
the worst mother.

That is not true.

Look at me. Everything always
has to be just so with me,
doesn't it?

God, I'm not even
good with dogs.

Can you imagine the kind
of mother that I would be?

-You would have
been a great mother.
-No, I wouldn't.

You took really
good care of me
after Mom died.

Lucy. I would have made so
many mistakes with
that little baby,

it would have only
have loved Ben.

It would have
only loved him.

So I didn't have it.

And now they both hate me.

-Who?
-Ben!

Ben and this
stupid God damn baby
that I'm never gonna have!

[CRYING]

And I just don't wanna let go.

I just don't want to.

Oh, God,
I don't wanna let go.

[CRYING]

SYLVIE: I think we should go
somewhere really special.

If you think I'm doing
Tompkins' porch tonight,
you're wrong.

I mean all of us.

I think we should go
and let go, hmm?

ALBERTA: Isn't this fun?

You know,
I've read about men's groups
doing this kind of thing,

and I've always hated
to be excluded.

LUCY: Sylvie, I don't
understand what we're doing
here at 5:00 in the morning.

ALBERTA: This is like
wilderness bonding,
or Outward Bound,

when a group of people come
together, and they get to know
each other really well,

only you can't force
this sort of thing.
It has to happen naturally.

-What are you talking about?
-Come on, now. You ready?

Come on. Come on.

Okay.
Let's make a circle.

And we'll just breathe deep,
and we'll say why we're here.

Each of us individually, okay?
I start. Okay.

I'm here,
first to say thank you
to some pretty great women.

You know?

And to ask them to
give me the strength

to stay on the path
I seem to have chosen.

I don't know if I can do it.

But I'd like to try.

So, thank you.

Alberta.

I'm here...

You're here to say hello
to someone who
you've never met.

-No. Not, not now.
-Oh yes. Now.

This is the perfect time.
This is the only time,
Alberta.

Say hello to my mother.

Say it.

All right. Hello.

Say her name.
Say, "Joanna," please.

Hello, Joanna.

Ask her how she's doing.

Your daughter wants to know
how you're doing, Joanna.

LUCY: And please tell her
that I miss her and that
I love her very much.

Stop it, Lucy.
You're being cruel.

Well you know what?
If Alberta wants me so badly,
she has to do this.

Joanna, your daughter Lucy
misses you very much...

And loves you very much.

I know, because every time
I reach out to her,

it only makes her
miss you more.

I envy you, Joanna.

It would be such an honor

if she would let me complete
the job you started.

I would do anything
for that honor.

Even this.

You don't have to say anymore.

ALBERTA: I need
your help, Joanna.

I need your help
to open a door to Lucy.

Tell me what words you used
to chase away her nightmares.

Or how you held her
so she didn't squirm away.

Whisper to me the secrets
of your motherhood.

I can't hear you, Joanna.

You can stop.

What are the secrets
of motherhood, Sylvie?

Do you have to give birth
to know them?

No, it just takes practice.

You're doing fine.

Lucy?

When I was younger,

I used to have this list
that I had made,

describing my perfect man.

He had to have humor,

wisdom, compassion,

and beautiful hands.

Like Ben.

I really loved my husband,
you guys.

He was everything to me.

And it all got ripped away,

ripped apart
at this one moment.

And suddenly I was alone.

I don't know.
Maybe that's why I held
on with this grip so tight,

because if I let go,
he would be gone forever.

[CRYING]

But he is gone.

Forever.

And it's okay,

because I loved him.

Because he knew
that I loved him.

And that's all
there really is.

And I guess what I have to say

is really simple.

Ben,

with all of my heart,

and with everything
that I am,

my love,

good-bye.

[THUNDER ROLLING]

♪ Well, all right

[ALL LAUGHING]

♪ You gave it all up for me

♪ You think you're unkind

♪ To lock the door
and leave no key

♪ You're unsure

♪ Well, baby, I'm scared too

♪ When the world

♪ Comes at you

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from
the storm outside

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from the endless sky

♪ Disillusion

♪ Has an edge so sharp

♪ Tears up your soul

♪ And leaves a stain
upon your heart

♪ I need you

♪ To walk by

♪ You felt so good

♪ And you needed me

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from
the storm outside

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from
the endless night

♪ Your struggle with darkness

♪ Has left you blind

♪ I light
the fire in your eyes

♪ Your struggle with darkness

♪ Has left you blind

♪ I light
the fire in your eyes

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from
the storm outside

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from
the endless night

♪ Your struggle with darkness

♪ Has left you blind

♪ I light
the fire in your eyes

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from
the storm outside

♪ Let me be your shelter

♪ Shelter from
the endless night

♪ Let me be your shelter
Shelter

♪ Let me be your shelter
Shelter

♪ Let me be your shelter
Shelter

♪ Let me be your shelter
Shelter

♪ Let me be your shelter
Shelter

♪ Let me be your shelter
Shelter

♪ Let me be your shelter
Shelter

♪ Shelter, shelter, shelter