Original subtitles

[lively jazz music]

- Adult mark (vo): Families on tv

Eat at the table.

- Supper!

- I usually ate in front of the tv

Watching those families on tv eat.

- Here. - What is it?

- Food. Eat it!

- Dad liked to eat at the kitchen table

So he wouldn't miss himself on the radio.

- Eat this now while it's hot.

- Be quiet, will ya? I can't hear myself speak.

- Mike preferred to eat in his room alone

Like a wounded wild animal hiding from predators.

- Mom, get out of my room! And knock first!

- I don't want to know what you're doing in here,

Believe me.

[rock music]

- Pop rarely made it to suppertime.

[pop groans]

My mother never stopped moving long enough to eat anything.

Food was for survival

And not something meant to be enjoyed.

[mumbling]

- What's wrong, mike, are you choking?

- Pop: Choking on what?

That food was boiled to death.

Ask him if he's drowning.

- Will you turn on the news?

The cucumbers! The cucumbers are ready!

- After 500 years of cod fish,

The government felt it was time to modernize their economy.

And nothing says modern like...

- Tv reporter: Cucumbers.

That's right, cucumbers.

Premier peckford announced today

That the government-funded sprung greenhouse

Has produced the province's first batch

Of hydroponically-grown cucumbers.

Thanks to new technology, they can now take a cucumber

From seedling to grocery aisle in just six days.

The premier says it's the start of the green economy

And that $22 million is a small price to pay

For prosperity.

- News anchor: That's our own melissa stoke--

- Remember this day.

The day newfoundland turned the corner.

We are officially a cucumber province.

- Are you cracked?

Nobody here likes cucumbers.

- I do.

That greenhouse is buying advertising time

On the station so, from now on,

This is a cucumber house!

- You can't grow anything here.

Newfoundland is a rock.

The soil is as deep and fertile

As that stuff in a cat's litter box.

- What's a cucumber?

- It's a fruit. - It's a vegetable.

- It's a dry pickle.

- They'll never catch on.

I get my greens second-hand.

Rabbit eats the lettuce.

I eat the rabbit.

- Imagine all the things you could grow hydroponically.

Non-traditional crops.

- This wasn't really news to my brother

Who had already been experimenting

With his own non-traditional crops.

[psychedelic music]

- Imagine the spin-off industries:

Cucumber salads, pickles,

Some hollywood starlets even put cucumber slices on their eyes!

- You think you're going to sell cucumbers to californians?

That's like them selling us fog.

- We could ship them frozen.

I-I prefer my vegetables that way

Like peas or french fries.

- Well, you can worry about things you're never gonna eat

After you eat what you got on your bloody plates.

♪♪

[pop groans]

- The next day, cucumber-mania was rampant at school.

- Did you know

That cucumbers are 95% water?

- Nobody here eats cucumbers, sister.

- Well, I will have you know,

On average,

A newfoundlander eats a half a cucumber every year.

That's about 250,000 cucumbers.

- And how much is a cucumber at the supermarket now?

- Well, I don't buy them myself

But it says here that they cost

50 cents.

- And how much does one of them freak cucumbers cost to grow?

- Uh, $27.50.

Oh, well, that can't be right.

That doesn't make any sense at all.

[school bell]

Oh, god.

[light chatter]

- I got ketchup chips. What'd you get?

- Dill pickle.

- You mean cucumber now.

[chuckles]

- Paula: Attention, please!

As many of you are aware,

I'm about to become a teenager.

[light applause]

- Paula fanning.

Her father owned two dairy queens.

She was a dairy princess

And easily the richest girl in school.

Her father could have bought all the cucumbers they wanted.

- To celebrate, I'm having a birthday party this weekend.

[excited reactions]

My address is in the invitation.

- A party at paula's house!

It was rumoured that she had an indoor swimming pool.

Not that I would ever take off my shirt in public.

- Wow, a coupon for a free sundae!

- I wanted a free sundae

But what I really wanted was an invitation.

Up to this point, I had made very little impact

On the st. Bridget's social scene.

- You ask her.

- I can't talk to paula fanning

With ketchup dust fingers!

(quietly) - paula.

Paula.

(normal voice) paula!

- What?

- Do we...

We didn't...

- Oh,

You want an invitation?

[laughter]

Sorry.

My parents said

I couldn't invite the whole class.

I'm sure you understand.

- Huh, they're the only two not invited.

- No, we're not. Fox didn't get invited either.

- What'd you say? - Nothing.

- I don't want to go to that prissy party.

- Me either. I can't go, anyway.

Me and ritchie have plans.

- Oh, really? What's bigger than my party?

- I'm sleeping over at his house this weekend.

- Yes. Wait, what?

Oh, yeah.

- No one had ever seen where I lived before.

I dreaded the thought.

Surely this was just talk

And we wouldn't have to go through with it!

- Oh, yeah?

Guess I'll see you on the bus, then.

[mischievous music]

- How long is this gonna take?

- I just have to interview the first person

To buy a cucumber.

Now, the station really needs this account, mary,

So, please, don't talk to me again until I'm done.

- Oh, they're never gonna sell.

What are you supposed to do with 'em?

I mean, you could boil it or something.

- Attention, shoppers.

Who'd like to go live on the radio?

How are ya?

Mike critch, live on the scene at coleman's grocery

In st. John's.

And I'm here with the first housewife

To buy a cucumber.

Congratulations, madam.

[air horn blows]

[air horn onto table]

- I thought I wasn't allowed to say anything.

- Will you give this up? I need for you to stop it!

Please.

- Well,

I might make a nice pot of cucumber soufflé

There tonight for my husband.

See if he likes that.

He's a bit of a picky arsehole, so we'll have to wait and see.

- And there you have it.

Yes, the cucumbers are flying off the shelves

Here at coleman's grocery in st. John's.

Mike critch, first on the scene for the vocm news.

-Hm.

[wheels and glass items rattle]

- Despite my best efforts,

It seemed ritchie was sleeping over after all.

- Have fun on your honeymoon, losers!

- Are you sure you want to do this?

- I don't have to come over if you don't want.

I just said that to paula to make us look good.

But then I thought it might be fun.

- I should let you know,

My house is a little...

Different.

- Don't worry.

I know your dad is on the radio

So you don't have to be embarrassed about being rich.

- The 'c' in 'critch' was most certainly not silent,

As ritchie was about to learn.

[rock music]

Jazz music]

[water boiling]

[post lid clattering onto pot]

[heavy breathing]

- Ritchie's here! He's sleeping over!

No time to explain!

Please be on your best behaviour!

- That's nice.

- Pop, gross!

- Hey, I haven't finished yet.

One hand's longer than the other!

[knocking on door]

- Please do not embarrass me!

[upbeat music]

Oh, don't know how you got locked out -- weird.

Oh, well, welcome to our house!

Ritchie - everyone. Everyone - ritchie.

- Mary: Who's that?

- Ritchie.

- Two beds?

Cool! Is this one mine?

- Don't mind me.

Just thought I'd get 40 winks before dinner.

Get off my bed, youngster!

Huss!

Ohh, ah!

Oh, yeah. Nice, nice.

- You sleep with your grandfather?

- No.

Why would you say that?

- 'cuz he's sleeping in your room.

[snoring]

- I let him sleep here sometimes.

But, trust me, you will not notice him.

- Oh! Aww!

[mumbling]

[sputtering]

- Wanna go see the living room?

Okay.

- Ohh.

Cucumbers are getting mushy.

[knocking at door]

Frig sake.

- Hello, ma'am.

May mark come out to play?

- My god, mark's never had this many visitors.

Oh, come on in, dear, they're in his room.

- Thank you kindly, mrs. Critch.

- Mm-hm.

[calm music]

Just down the hall.

Hm.

- What's in here?

Who sleeps here?

- My parents.

- How come they sleep in two beds?

- So, this is your room?

Kinda makes sense, I guess.

- Fox?!

Don't touch that. It's $3 a bottle!

[slams bottle onto dresser]

Fox, what are you doing here?

- Got the bus driver to let me off.

Wanted to see what you freaks were really up to.

Man, this bedroom's creepy, even for you.

- This is his parents' bedroom.

Mark sleeps across the hall with his grandfather.

- So, your parents don't bone?

- You're not helping.

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

- Sometimes,

Like on a long weekend or dad's birthday,

Parents will-

- I know what she means, ritchie!

- So, then, are you adopted or what?

[electric guitar note]

- Get out of my house!

- No, you get out of your house!

[grunts and groans]

[mischievous music]

- Give me--

- The government didn't know

That improperly bottled cucumbers

Sometimes explode due to gas-emitting bacteria.

[frustrated sigh]

They were mass-producing cucum-bombs.

[loud hiss]

- Good news, mary!

The brass at the station gave us some cucumbers to try.

We're going to be eating like the jetsons tonight!

- Get those things out of here.

- Mark: Help!

Stop!

- Ow.

[whining] - mark: Stop

Stop!

- I didn't know the boy had it in him.

- She's an intruder!

- You have a lovely bedroom, mrs. Critch.

- Lovely of you to say.

Would you like to stay for supper, dear?

- Why, yes, please.

I'll call mom to come get me later.

- What do you kids think about cucumbers?

- They're okay, I guess. - Oh, they're lovely.

- Good.

Good.

[foreboding music]

- When word got out, my social life would be over.

That is, if I survived the weekend.

- Here come the boiled cucumbers.

[gasp] and gravy.

- Pop: Oh, hm.

- Company meant we used the dining room,

Usually saved for special occasions.

- Mary: Oh, look, another card.

Let's see who it's from.

Happy birthday from randall insurance.

- Tom mcadam or jeff peddle?

- Ah, both. [laughs]

Blow out your candles.

♪♪ happy birthday to--

- I must say, mrs. Critch,

I've never had hot cucumber before.

- I'll have to get the recipe. - Oh.

Well, it's not the first time we've had cucumbers, of course.

We often have them, don't you know?

- Am I supposed to eat it or-or drink it?

- Good god, there's no taste to it at all.

- You hate flavour.

- I need a tums now.

Too much exotic food!

- Mary: Try one with gravy.

- Where's he gonna sleep, my bed?

Oh, I-I can do the math.

I suppose it's the home for me, then, is it?

Drop me off at the harbour, why don't ya?

Just put me out on an ice floe!

- Next time someone mentions a g.D. Cucumber,

I'm gonna shove one up their arse!

- Cucumber, cucumber, cucumber!

[exasperated exclamation]

What?

Do you want my grave next?

Is that it?

[gloomy music]

- Aren't we supposed to tell secrets at sleepovers?

- Pop: You first.

Was that your girlfriend?

- No.

She's his bully.

- Shut up!

Fox is gonna tell everyone I'm a weirdo.

Why else would she come here?

- People do stupid stuff when they're lonely.

- Well, that is some boring gossip.

I'm going to bed.

[groaning]

[sighs]

- Why is the room glowing?

- That's just the light from the sprung greenhouse.

You can see it from space.

- The sprung greenhouse

Was located on the outskirts of town

Which meant that my room was bathed nightly

In the amber hydroponic glow

Of the mad scientist's cucumber factory.

- I don't even notice it anymore.

[pop coughing]

[coughing continues]

[groaning]

- Mike sr.: Hold still.

I can't get the calamine lotion on your burns if you're moving.

- Mary: Ow, mike, you got hands like a bloody gorilla!

- It's from typing!

- That stings.

- Hey...

Maybe we can sleep over at my house tomorrow?

- Yeah.

That might be nice.

- Mike sr.: Stop squirming.

Maybe try some margarine on it.

[pop groaning loudly]

Big band music]

- Oh, got too much too much.

- And how long are you going for, a month?

- You think I packed too much?

- Not unless you're planning on beating peary to the pole.

Here, let me have a look.

Maybe there's a couple of things in here you could do without.

Oh!

1939

King george commemorative mug?

- I like a cup of tea before bed.

1- okay, well...

Two pairs of pajamas?

- That set is flannel.

I don't know how cold he keeps his room.

- Oh, potted meat,

Noxzema.

A loaf of bread.

[crinkling]

Toilet paper.

Mark,

You don't need any of this stuff.

- I've never been invited to a sleepover before.

- You don't have to be worried.

Listen, all families are different

And yet,

All families are the same.

You know, there's things you don't like about his

And things that he probably doesn't like about here.

But all I do know,

With all this stuff, you'll look like a fool.

And you don't need any help doing that

Because your parents have you well covered in that department.

[tender music] [both chuckle]

- Ritchie's house was a suburban dream.

A vinyl siding wrapped bungalow

With fancy steps and a postage stamp-sized yard.

- You have a second living room downstairs?

- Sorry, it's our lame rec room.

- I had never heard of a rec room before.

- But we can watch movie channel,

Play atari. You like pitfall?

We have the commodore 64 too.

- It was at that exact moment that I realized I was poor.

- Do your parents sleep in the same bed?

- Yeah, they have a waterbed.

But I have two beds in my room.

Well, it's a bunk bed but still...

- Oh.

You must think

I'm pretty weird, huh?

- No, your house is...

Different,

Like, but really cool.

I never saw someone shine shoes before.

- Yeah, but you've got everything.

- But what good is that if I don't have anyone

To use it with?

- Hello.

You must be mark.

I'm so happy ritchie has a friend!

I brought you boys some snacks.

Your father and I are going out to a dinner tonight.

I left the phone number on the wall.

So good meeting you, mark.

- A pleasure. - Um-hm.

- Thanks, mom.

- They leave you alone? [doorbell]

Cool.

- They work a lot at the hospital but I'm used to it.

- My parents never go out.

There's always somebody home.

- Lucky.

- Ritchie,

You have another friend here!

She's very pretty.

- Why, thank you, mrs. Perez.

- What a lovely home you have. - Oh.

- Fox was like dracula.

She couldn't enter your home unless she was invited in.

But once she crossed your threshold,

You were as good as dead.

- Nice pad, perez.

Better than that dick's cocoon house.

- Uh, what are you doing here?

- I've come to get you for paula's party.

- We weren't invited.

- That's exactly why we're going.

She didn't invite us,

So we're going to go there and wreck it.

Look!

We take these and throw them at the house.

Cover it in squished cucumber.

- Cucumbers are hard. They won't squish.

- God, you're so lame!

- If we're so lame, then how come you keep following us?

- I'm not following you!

- You don't have to make up a reason to come over.

- Trust me,

I don't want to stay here with you geeks!

Fine.

If you guys don't want to help me,

I'll just do it myself.

- I realized then, for the first time,

That fox didn't want to bully us.

She wanted to be our friend.

She just didn't know how.

- Fox, uh...

Why don't you stay?

Three people can play this one.

- Screw off.

[melancholy music and woman vocalizing]

[video game sound effects]

- Mark: So...

- Home's a place you grow up wanting to leave

And grow old wanting to come back to.

Ritchie had everything I ever wanted.

But as I lay there,

In a different room in a new house,

All I wanted

Was to hear pop snoring.

[tender music]

- If cucumbers are the future,

We really are in one helluva...

Pickle.

Those cucumbers really did wonders for your skin.

You look just like a...

Hollywood actress.

- As small as a home is,

It's never small enough to keep the people you love

Close to you.

[doorbell]

[excited conversations]

- Girl: Stop!

- Sometimes, the biggest of houses can feel empty

Even when it's filled.

[loud hiss] [scream]

- Paula: Gross!

- And, sometimes, people are most at home

All on their own.

- Woo-hoo!

[emotional music continues]

- Tv reporter: This just in:

The sprung greenhouse,

Built at a cost to taxpayers of $22 million,

Has closed just months after it opened.

Thousands of cucumbers remain unsold.

Area grocers are offering them for free to farmers

To feed their cows.

- Thank christ that's over.

Mary, do we have any cans of corned beef?

- I guess what really makes a house a home

Is knowing you can always come back to it.

And that someone is waiting for you

When you do.

♪♪ home

[upbeat jazz music]