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Oh...

If you want to make up

for inviting a thousand people over for dinner,

you can do it by washing the dishes.

I had something else in mind.

Well, you know I had to go to the market,

cook the dinner, clean the house, do the laundry...

and I'm not in the mood for something else.

Got it. I'll just...

go in the backyard

and see how things are going.

I know why you're going in the backyard.

Those guys are shameful.

They're just out there doing nothing

but stirring up trouble between Roxanne and Betsy

and enjoying every minute of it.

Kevin, too, huh?

He claims he's just sticking around to stop a fight

if a fight starts.

What are we going to do with them?

I know. It's so... annoying.

I know.

What are you thinking?

Well, that neither a sexy young designer

or a hot cop has anything over me or you.

They're our husbands; we're their wives.

Yeah, you're right.

Let them have their fun.

I'm going to be with Kevin every night for the rest of my life.

That's right.

Unless he leaves me for Roxanne or Betsy.

Is there anything we can do?

Hey, I thought you were going to play a game

or do something with the twins?

I have homework.

Well, then what are you doing down here?

Because Peter and Martin are playing a game with the twins,

so I can't do my homework.

Two things:

Sam and David really wanted you to do something with them

because you haven't paid attention to them all week,

and they want to be with you.

And two, I thought you were going to finish your homework

before Peter came over here.

I thought so, too, but I didn't.

Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Camden. I've done my homework.

Good.

I just sank your ship.

I never played this before.

So that's your excuse?

It's not an excuse.

I'm bored.

I'm bored, too.

Well, I didn't have a dad to play board games with me, okay?

Oh... the pity route, huh?

It's not like my dad was around all the time. He's a...

...Marine. I know. I met him.

You got a problem with my dad?

No, I don't have a problem with your dad.

But I bet my dad could beat up your dad.

In your dreams.

Hi, girls.

Did Peter and Vic get here?

Peter's upstairs with Martin and the boys.

And Vic's in the backyard with the rest of the guys...

and Roxanne and Betsy.

Well, then I'll, maybe I'll just stay here.

Yeah, you probably should.

Chandler's out there too.

Then I'll-I'll definitely just stay here.

What, are you taking self-defense lessons

between your sewing lessons?

Oh, don't make me slap you.

Roxanne, knock it off.

I don't have to.

It's America.

Everyone's free to express their opinion.

Oh, I wonder how we got that freedom?

You think it might have been from fighting wars?

VIC: I honestly don't know.

I've no opinion... on Iraq.

I don't understand it.

Not sure I want to.

ROXANNE: See? See, this is why

Bush is getting away

with everything he's getting away with.

People are ignorant.

They don't know anything about history.

They don't read newspapers.

And if they did,

maybe they'd understand what happened on September 11th

and that our President is making sure it never happens again.

I don't care what you say.

We had no right to go into Iraq.

We had every right and every reason to go into Iraq.

Innocent people are dying!

Like innocent people weren't

dying before we got over there!

Well, how many more will have to die before we stop?!

How many will die if we stop?

Hungry?

I could eat.

Yeah, me too.

So could I.

Enough of this. Let's go inside.

I'm not eating with her.

Who asked you to?

Sorry I'm late.

I just drove up from the base.

Have I got time to change before dinner?

Sorry. I don't believe we've met.

Beau, this is Roxanne.

Roxanne hates war.

Don't we all?

* 7th Heaven *

* When I see their happy faces *

* Smiling back at me *

* 7th Heaven *

* I know there's no greater feeling *

* Than the love of family *

* Where can you go *

* When the world don't treat you right? *

* The answer is home *

* That's the one place that you'll find *

* 7th Heaven *

* Mmm, 7th Heaven *

* 7th Heaven. *

(barks)

* *

* *

It's not our war.

It's not our business to go around the world patrolling

whoever we think the bad guys are.

To most of the world, we're the bad guys.

People hate us, and this is why they hate us.

We have no right to tell another country

what they can and cannot do.

What, we can have nuclear weapons,

but no one else can?

We can develop chemical weapons, but no one else can?

Why?

Because we're moral enough to know when to use them,

but no one else is?

This president of ours shouldn't even be president.

And he wouldn't be president

if his brother weren't the governor.

Hmm... I couldn't agree less.

What?

I couldn't agree less, love.

(whines)

Listen to me.

I've got almost 20 years of experience in an area

that you know nothing about.

What did you think we were going to do?

Just let terrorists rule the world

while the United Nations would debate on how to stop them?

You think Saddam Hussein didn't have anything

to do with September 11th?

You're na�ve.

Very na�ve.

(whines)

This is not something our president entered

into lightly as a show of force.

And you can drop that stuff about how he got elected.

At this point, who cares?

He's the president, and a good president,

a decent man, a real leader.

It takes a leader to make a decision.

And thank God he decided enough of Saddam Hussein.

So, we're in Iraq. And you know what?

Most of the people in Iraq are very happy we're there.

Am I boring you?

Uh-uh.

Good. Where was I?

I guess his plan is to win America over

one person at a time.

I thought he was here to talk to Martin

about not playing pro ball and going to college?

In life, as in war, I guess sometimes plans change.

Yeah... phew.

Well... There's something about passion that's...

contagious.

Oh, I couldn't agree more.

There are people all over the house.

Oh, but there's no one in the basement.

That's right. We have a basement.

I-I thought you were tired

from cooking and cleaning and all that.

Oh, no, I'm not tired.

Not since you helped me clean up the kitchen.

Oh...

Maybe I should join the Marines.

Maybe it'd be good for me.

Okay.

What?

Well, maybe it would be good for you.

You know, for the, the self-discipline,

the sense of purpose, those things.

Hmm. Unless I got killed getting the self-discipline

and sense of purpose.

How can you think it'd be good for me

to join the Marines?

Oh, forget it. I was just making conversation.

Insulting conversation.

You think I have no self-discipline?

I'm sober. I quit drinking.

That requires self-discipline.

I know.

And I think that's great.

I really do.

You really do, but...

But nothing.

But something. Spit it out.

Honestly, Vic, it's nothing.

Oh.

Wait a minute. I see.

Not only would I get self-discipline and purpose,

but I'd get it far, far away from here.

Then you and Peter wouldn't have to deal with me.

Well, you're pretty far away from us as it is now.

Northern California is far from here.

And I'm assuming that your break's almost over

and you'll be going back.

What if I've decided I don't want to go back?

You have a job.

I can get another job.

I like being around Peter.

He needs a dad.

He needs me.

Fine.

Then don't join the Marines.

Don't tell me what to do.

How did we get here?

We listened to you when you said,

"Let's take the garbage cans out by the street."

I thought it was a code for "Let's get out of the house

and have a drink."

Do you feel you need a drink?

Were you at dinner? Did you hear Roxanne?

Yes, and I heard

when you said let's take a shortcut around the house.

I thought it would get us to a drink quicker.

What's making you want a drink?

You don't drink

except for an occasional beer in the pool hall.

He makes me want to drink.

He should make you not want to drink. He's an alcoholic.

He's a recovering alcoholic with the woman I love.

Think she'll go back with him?

I think we have a beer in the fridge. You can have it.

Just forget it. I don't need it.

Alcohol is not the answer to anything.

What does she see in him?

He's Peter's father.

Would you stop?

You're making me nervous.

I can't help it.

How dare that peacenik attack a Marine

on leave of duty from the war?

He's probably in there right now giving her a piece of his mind.

And any minute,

he'll be out here giving us a piece of his mind.

He's been home three days, and hasn't said one word

about my not going to college and playing baseball.

Wait. Us?

Why would he give us a piece of his mind?

What do I have to do with your not going to college?

I think you should go to college.

Are you attacking everyone tonight?

Who am I attacking?

Oh, other than that hippie cop, who by the way,

doesn't have a problem shooting the bad guys in this country,

just other countries.

Since when do you have a problem with my not going to college?

Since always.

I told Reverend Camden.

Didn't he tell you?

No.

I told him.

What's wrong?

My aunt just told me

she doesn't think I should play baseball either.

She thinks I should go to college.

And she told that to Reverend Camden.

You think I should go to college?

What is this, an ambush?

I'm going to talk to Reverend Camden.

You probably should.

I'm sorry about what I said

about my dad beating up your dad.

I just wanted to be proud of him,

like you are of your dad.

Forget about it.

Do you want anything?

No.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

I was hoping you'd answer.

Who is this?

It's me, your husband.

Why are you calling me?

I thought maybe you'd like to come home.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

Then come here and have dessert.

I thought maybe we could have dessert here.

Why?

I don't know.

I was just thinking,

maybe it would be nice to have dessert alone,

just the two of us.

What about everybody else?

Let 'em eat cake.

I have to go.

Kevin needs me at home.

Something with... a smoke detector.

I just inherited millions of dollars,

not that that matters.

Hey, I like you with a million dollars

or without a million dollars.

The operative word being "like."

It's-it's just a really confusing time for me.

I feel torn in a million different directions.

These past few weeks have put me in total conflict and I'm sorry.

I know that these past few weeks haven't been easy for you either

and you've, you've been so generous to Vic

and so kind to Peter and me.

Well, thanks for noticing.

I couldn't help but notice.

Oh, no. Here it goes.

The "it's not you, it's me" speech.

And just I led you right to it.

(door closing)

Oh, sorry.

Uh, I just have to... go get something.

Anyone call for dessert yet?

No. No.

You two make up?

Yeah. Yeah.

Then how come you look so disturbed?

It's my dad's last night here,

and we still have a lot to talk about.

Then go talk to him.

I have to get back upstairs.

I left Sam and David alone.

Let's go.

BEAU: So you see, it's not like 'Nam

and it doesn't have to be like 'Nam.

Unless you and others like you insist on raising the level

of non-support to the same level

that caused us to lose the war in Vietnam.

And we don't want to lose the war on terrorism.

Because if we lose this one, unlike the Vietnamese,

the terrorists are likely to come and get us.

And by us I mean you,

and all the others against the war.

Stop!

Stop it!

Why are you even here?

I came halfway across the world to see you.

What do you mean what am I doing here?

Do you even remember who I am?

I'm your son!

Come on, Marty. Knock it off.

What are you jealous

I was spending a few minutes with a beautiful woman?

Give me a break.

That woman has no respect for you.

Sure she does.

And what difference does it make?

I have plenty of respect for myself.

I don't know why. What?

I don't know why

you have any respect for yourself.

Careful where you're going with that, son.

Remember what I always told you: "Think before you speak."

How can you act like that?

How can you kiss her?

How can I not kiss her?

I've been in the desert for nine months

surrounded by guys being shot at.

I'm a Marine.

I'm a man.

She's a woman.

We're both adults.

We were just kissing.

What the heck's your problem?

My problem is...

I've never seen you kiss another woman,

other than my mother.

Remember her?

Your wife?

My mother?

(sighs)

Do you have question 5 on the algebra?

I've have question 5 and 1 through 20.

If I give it to you, you won't know how to do it yourself.

I'm good in math.

Great. Then you shouldn't have any problems with question 5.

Peter, I think we should be leaving now.

Where's Dad? He left.

But we didn't have dessert yet.

And he didn't say good-bye.

Is he upset?

No, he's okay.

Bye.

Good night.

Good night.

Wait.

Are you okay, Mom?

Oh, I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

This hasn't been easy for you, has it?

No, but life can't always be easy.

I know you're just doing this for me,

seeing Dad.

Well, I was only doing it for you,

but as it turns out I needed to do this for me, too.

Your dad and I, we have a lot of unfinished business.

But maybe one day we can get that all resolved and,

and be friends again.

Could you ever be more than just friends with him?

I wish I could tell you that we could be,

that there's a possibility of our getting back together

so we could all be a family again,

but I don't know if that's true.

It's okay.

I understand.

What about you and Chandler?

We're friends.

I thought you liked him more than that.

I thought I did, too.

It's okay, Mom.

Whatever you want, whoever you end up with,

it's okay with me.

'Cause I don't know if Dad will always be around to be my dad,

but I do know that you'll always be around to be my mom.

Thank you, Peter.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, everybody. Thanks for dinner.

Hey.

Where's Martin and his dad?

They went out.

What was all the yelling about? I'm not sure.

I know you know.

He saw his father kissing me.

I don't know what the big deal was,

but I'm going to let the two of them sort it out.

Finally finished your little speech?

Yes, thank you.

Good night.

Not so fast.

I've got something to say to you.

If it's about war, I think your brother said everything

I could possibly want to hear,

in a way I could totally hear it.

Is that right?

I totally get your point of view now,

which isn't to say that I agree with it,

but let's just say I learned a lot.

Well, that's something.

And here's something else.

You're not my brother's type.

Just stay away from him.

Yeah, okay.

But just out of curiosity,

is your brother seeing anyone?

In Iraq?

Probably not.

Are you seeing anyone?

No.

I was seeing Chandler,

but that didn't work out.

Because...?

Because I didn't want to get married.

To Chandler?

Chandler wanted to marry you?

Why is that so hard to believe?

I don't know. I guess because he's in love with Paris.

Paris is in love with Vic.

Good to know.

Good night.

What do you do for a living now?

I'm an artist. I teach art.

How many uniforms do you guys get?

You want in the Marines for the uniforms?

And the self-discipline.

And the sense of purpose.

I see.

Why now?

Why not now?

I meant how come you never thought about joining

the Marines until now?

Yeah, I know what you meant.

What difference does it make when I decided to sign up?

I'm afraid you decided too late.

You're over the age limit.

What age limit?

28.

Well... what about the Army?

Air Force?

Navy?

Coast Guard?

Boy Scouts?

Let me have my application back.

Why?

Might have made a little mistake on the birthdate.

You're not going to try to lie about your age, are you?

What's a couple years?

You can't do that.

Someone is going to check, believe me.

It will just catch up to you,

and then you'll get in trouble.

What are they going to do, call me home from Iraq?

In the meantime, I could be handing out candy

to the kids in the desert and blowing up stuff.

Whatever you need blowing up, I am your guy.

I can't give you your application back.

I want to see your supervisor.

He's not around.

And even if he were, he'd tell you the same thing:

You're just too old.

You think anybody is telling the guys

trying to sign up for Al-Qaeda that they're too old?

Good point.

Still can't let you in.

Is this about a woman by any chance?

It's not about a woman.

It's about my wife-- ex-wife... and my son.

(sighs)

I had a little problem with alcohol.

I... went to rehab.

I've been sober three years.

The kid's 13.

He needs more than that to be proud of me.

Frankly, so does she.

Although she's old enough to get it.

Maybe there's another group you could join.

Something with no age limit.

Is everything okay?

We heard shouting.

My son saw me kiss Roxanne.

He's never seen me kiss a woman other than his mother.

He's... he's really upset.

Anything I can do?

I don't know.

I've been putting off talking to him all weekend.

Now we have to talk... about everything.

No.

How long ago did your wife pass away?

Four, almost five years ago.

(sighs)

Came as a complete shock.

She was always afraid I'd get killed, and then...

she was the one.

She and I met in high school.

Married a couple of years after we graduated

when she got pregnant with Martin.

I would have married her when I was 13.

I was in love with her the day I met her.

I guess Martin and I

haven't spent much time talking about it.

To me, there wasn't much we could do about it, but move on.

Not that I moved on right away,

but... well, eventually, I did move on.

What can I say?

I love the company of women.

Not that anyone can ever replace her.

(sighs)

Is... everything okay?

Well... (sighs)

Martin got upset...

and he took off.

Any idea where he might have taken off to?

More than likely he's sitting on the bleachers

at the school's baseball field.

He likes to go there.

Thanks.

I'm going to go home.

Maybe he'll call me later.

I guess this is good-bye.

Nice being around you the past couple of days.

I really admire your courage,

and, well...

thanks for doing what you do.

It's nice of you to mention that.

Good night.

My son's got good taste.

She's a nice girl.

Come on. I'll drive you.

We'll talk in the car.

What?

Are you finished yet?

You said you'd play a game with us.

Or you can just read to us.

I can't.

I have homework.

Maybe Mom can read to you.

She reads to us every night.

We want you to read to us.

You're a really good reader. Please?

Okay. Your room?

Yes. Yes.

(laughing)

(silverware clattering on plate)

(both chuckling)

My name's Vic, and I'm an alcoholic.

GROUP: Hi, Vic.

* *

Go ahead. Talk to him.

You'll do fine.

I don't think you understand the pressure.

This could be our last conversation.

(sighs) It's always like this when I leave.

I carefully choose my words

because those might be the last words he hears me say

if anything happens to me.

(sighs)

I don't want to argue with him...

and I don't want to avoid an argument with him.

You know, the same thing is probably bothering Martin.

I mean, he knows you're leaving tomorrow.

I think he's been dreading your leaving

from the time he knew you were coming here.

I mean, he probably thinks about all the possibilities, too,

including the possibility of your not coming back.

But if we all lived our lives based on... what-ifs...

instead of what is,

we'd be living in a continuous state of fear.

I know that's not how you live.

I mean, you couldn't and do what you do.

And "what is" for us tonight?

Well, tonight...

you're both safe...

and with each other and your family and friends and...

God, you have time together

to talk about whatever you want to talk about, face-to-face.

Well, he was so prepared...

to let you have it,

when you tell him he can't play pro baseball,

and he has to go to college.

I mean, he's been working himself up for a fight, and...

Well, it just wasn't the fight

that he or even you thought you were going to have.

You may have taken Martin by surprise

when he saw you kissing Roxanne.

No, I definitely took him by surprise.

Maybe it's... just what both of you needed to...

to go back and heal some old wounds

and reaffirm that you're in this life together,

and you love each other and respect each other.

He's really proud of you.

You know that, don't you?

You'll get through this.

(sighs)

(unclasping seat belt)

I think I'll give it another minute.

Yeah.

All your old girlfriends have gone home for the evening?

Roxanne and Paris.

I left my jacket.

I know.

I was hoping you'd come back for it.

You were?

Okay, one: Roxanne is not worthy.

And two: Paris has too many issues and too much baggage.

And unless the age limit to join the Marines

isn't what I think it is,

Vic is going to be around for a while.

And three:

you're far too rich and handsome and smart

to be depressed about anything.

Sit down.

Um... yeah.

Why don't you fly to New York and come visit me sometime?

My crowd could use some preaching.

(chuckles)

Feeling better?

Yeah, I am.

Thank you.

(giggles)

So, tell me all about yourself.

Uh...

(exhales)

So what made you call me home tonight?

You were flirting with me all during dinner.

I liked that.

I wish you did that every night at dinner.

You know, I was kind of annoyed

that you were paying so much attention to Betsy and Roxanne.

When?

In the backyard while we were all waiting for Martin's dad.

How could I not pay attention to them?

I thought Roxanne was going to pummel her.

Is that why you went inside?

Yeah, that's why I went inside.

I didn't know.

And I didn't know you still feel...

Um, how should I say this so I don't get pummeled?

You didn't know that I still get jealous of Roxanne?

You two are friends.

Is that why you were flirting with me at dinner?

Maybe.

Can we have her over to dinner every night?

No. I prefer to take her out to pizza once a week.

(chuckles)

I didn't just call you home

because you were flirting with me at dinner.

Chandler and I saw Paris and Vic talking on the back porch.

And I saw how unhappy Chandler is and how unhappy Paris is

and how unhappy Vic is.

And I realize once again

how lucky I am to have a wife who loves me.

I think I'm going to cry.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hey, Ruthie, finish your homework yet?

No. I was reading to Sam and David,

so I just opened the book again.

Well, want me to help you?

Why the sudden generosity?

No reason. I just like you.

Really? What's going on?

I'm just happy.

Why? There must be some reason.

I guess it's because I don't feel angry with my dad anymore.

Where is your dad?

In the kitchen with my mom.

No kidding?

You think they'll get back together?

No. It's just nice knowing

that they don't seem angry at each other anymore.

Really nice. Like Christmas.

Well, Merry Christmas.

I better go do my homework.

Night, Ruthie.

Good night.

(sighs)

So you're not gonna tell me why

the gigantic chip on your shoulder feels

so much lighter tonight?

It just does, okay?

I don't have to tell you everything.

I'm not drinking again.

Well, I hope not.

Where did you go when you left the Camdens?

Went out to think.

To think about what I could do to make my ex-wife

and my son proud of me.

But I am proud of you.

Nah, you're not proud of me.

Why should you be?

I did a horrible thing.

I've been a terrible dad,

but... I'm gonna be better.

And that makes me feel-- should I say it--

proud of myself.

I went to the Marine Recruitment Office.

(chuckles, barks)

(phone rings)

Let the machine pick it up.

(machine beeps)

Paris, look, it's Roxanne.

I think I might have done something stupid.

Besides falling in love with a guy leaving for Iraq tomorrow,

I might have mentioned to Betsy

that Chandler is still in love with you,

and and now I think Betsy...

You and Chandler?

We're just friends.

Huh.

Chandler...

Well, I better be going.

You know, just when I thought

everything in my life might be working out, for once...

Maybe you should go after him, talk to him.

I have a feeling he'll work it out for himself.

Okay...

I'm sorry.

I wasn't waiting for an apology.

I just didn't know what to say to you.

Oh.

You're not expecting me to say sorry, too, are you?

No.

But what aren't you sorry about?

I'm not sorry I kissed Roxanne.

But I feel badly that you think I betrayed your mother.

Believe me, the first time I kissed a woman

after your mother died--

and it was a long time after she died-- I felt I betrayed her.

But what am I supposed to do,

never kiss a woman again for the rest of my life?

She told you she wanted you to get married again.

I remember when she told you that.

It made me angry for her to give you permission.

I know she was trying to be nice, but...

I knew she was giving up at that point...

and I didn't want her to ever give up.

I didn't want her to die.

Idon't think she had any choice.

I know.

And I know we don't have any choice either.

We have to live without her.

You don't have a choice about being a Marine either.

I know that.

That's who you are.

And...

even though I'm afraid of losing you, too...

I'm really proud of you.

I'm proud of you too, son.

You want me to go call Roxanne

and apologize for yelling at her?

Why would you do that?

In case you want to make out with her next time

you're home on leave.

Would you mind?

(laughs)

(chuckles)

Hey, yeah, just wanted

to say good night and thanks.

I had a... a really nice time talking to you at dinner.

I had a really nice time, too.

I hope you know I'd never kiss a woman I didn't respect.

Are you just saying that

because Martin's standing there?

No. I'm saying it

because I think you're beautiful and opinionated,

and I love that you're a cop

and I respect you.

Oh.

So should I expect to ever hear from you again?

You should. I'll be in touch.

Good night.

Let's find your aunt and go home.

I'm right here. I've been waiting for you two.

You've been doing more than waiting for the two of us.

You've got lipstick all over your face.

Do I?

I was just restoring some of Chandler's dignity...

boosting his ego.

Oh, it was a charity mission.

So did you two talk?

Is it baseball or college?

Here's what I think:

Martin's practically a grown man.

He's responsible, makes good decisions.

I'm going to let him decide for himself.

As long as he doesn't do anything that would close

the door on going to college altogether.

You keep up your grades, take the SATs.

Apply to some schools. Make sure you have options.

But if in the end

you decide you're going to play pro ball...

it's okay with me.

I stand by you.

Really?

Absolutely.

Thanks.

Um...

I was here earlier, but I'm back because...

I'm Vic and I'm an alcoholic.

ALL: Hi, Vic.

(knocks) Still doing your homework?

I'm stuck on this one algebra question.

You want me to help you?

Or I could wake up your mother and get her to help you?

I want to do it myself.

Okay.

So is Martin's dad going back tomorrow?

He is.

I feel for him, but I feel helpless to do anything.

I mean, what can any of us do?

We can take a good look in the mirror,

and when we all see peace...

we'll have peace on Earth.

* This is my life *

* This is my time *

* This is my name *

* I'll put it on the line this time *

* This is my life *

* Well, I am, I am abandoned by your empty pride *

* But I'm always thinking of you *

* You are the inspiration that I hold inside *

* As I rise or fall above you *

* And I'll be what I'll be *

* And you'll never believe what I can do *

* And you'll see, well, you see me *

* How I don't need you now *

* I can be you, this is my life *

* This is my time *

* This is my name *

* I'll put it on the line this time *

* So no more believing the lies that you swallow *

* I'll believe them away tonight *

* This is my day *

* This is my time *

* This is my life. *

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