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Quando era pequeno, a minha mam�e e eu olhe o Mago da On�a cada domingo.

E cada domingo pela noite, ela me preguearia na cama...

e cante a nossa can��o favorita do filme.

N�o foi Por Cima do Arco-�ris ou Siga o Caminho de Tijolo Amarelo.

Ele foi a can��o quando Dorothy Cidade de Esmeralda de aproxima��es pela primeira vez.

You're out of the woods You're out of the dark

You're out of the night

Step into the sun Step into the light

... and open your eyes, and let them open.

Open, open.

To me that was the happiest song in the world.

Like nothing could go wrong once Dorothy got to the gates of Emerald City.

But that's the thing about life.

You're just flying right along without a care in the world...

until one day, unexpectedly, you land.

- Do you know what time it is? - Surrender, Dorothy.

Surrender, Dorothy. I'm up. Listen, he's sleeping.

Listen.

He's snoring.

- When are you guys leaving? - Pretty soon. Very soon.

Hey, thanks for letting me use your car.

Just don't get another speeding ticket, okay?

I'll let you go.

That'll be the day. I love you, Mom.

Love you.

Sara! Sara, hurry up!

Adam, I'll be right down.

I thought that you were gonna end it with him last night.

I did. Nothing wrong with a little break-up sex.

- Come on. - Oh, what a trooper.

Can you please find us some tunes? I know my mom's got Tina Turner in there.

These aren't tapes. These are fossils.

Carole King? "The Best of Barbra"?

Now how is it your mom hates me when she, too, is clearly a gay man?

- Want some? - No, it's not my color.

Right, of course.

Isn't this how Jayne Mansfield died?

Give us a kiss.

Sara, slow down!

You're laughing. That's great.

We're here, sweetie. Adam, wake up.

So you made it.

Hi, Mrs. Moyles. Pleasure to see you.

It's our seventh anniversary at the house, Mrs. Moyles. We brought you a pie.

Raspberry.

What am I supposed to do with that? I've got diabetes.

And I'd appreciate it if for one damn summer...

you kids would clean up and not leave my home a pigsty.

- Okay, no problem. - Goodbye, Mrs. Moyles.

- Bye! - Bye, see you in a month.

Can you believe this?

- Was that a cockroach? - Where?

How did we manage to find the only slumlord in the Hamptons?

Thought I might find you up here.

Life at the top is good.

Great view. Care to join me, scaredy-cat?

- Come on. - No.

Hey, anybody here?

- Sara? - Adam!

- They're here. - Sara.

- All right. Are you guys here? - Go, go, go!

- Go, go, go! - Adam! Sara! Hello?

- Hey, you guys. - Hi.

- Maddy! - How are you?

- Another summer. - Adam, how you doing? How are you?

- Still gay. How are you? - Place looks great. Smells good, too.

Still a health-code violation.

Hey, sweetie. So good to see you.

- He is beautiful, really. - He got Mom's good looks.

Yeah, good thing.

Too big.

- Hi! - That'll be for me.

Sorry, you guys.

Who this?

You look so good.

- Surrender, Dorothy. - Surrender, Dorothy.

Hi, Mom. Only been here a couple hours. What took you so long?

I thought I'd give you a little space.

Sara is back there paying homage to the wicked witch of East Jersey.

I made him your egg-white omelet.

He wants to see me again. I said yes.

- Wow, he moves fast. - I know.

Mom, everyone just turned up at the house. Can I call you back?

I love you.

- I love you, too, Mom. Okay, bye. - Bye-bye.

Sorry.

- How's Natalie? Still interesting? - Yes, of course.

Yeah, nobody wants interesting parents.

Parents should be completely boring and stable. Like Peter and Maddy here.

- Yeah. - Yes.

- I agree. - That's nice.

Sara, thank you so much for having me. It's a pleasure to be here.

- Nice to meet you. - And before I forget...

I have a...

bayberry candle.

It's gross, I know. It's all they had at the train station.

Don't feel bad. We brought a raspberry pie to a diabetic, so...

Oh, yeah. Come in. Come in, guys.

Okay! I have a question. Hold on, I have a question.

- What is a notary public? - What?

- What is that? - That's very good, I've thought about this.

I know we all need them every once in a while.

They stamp whatever, but what are they?

How do they get to be who they are?

I don't know. I think they go to school for it, though.

- What do they learn in notary public school? - Stamping.

Ten hundred thousand jillion things you could be and you're like:

"I think I'll be a notary public."

It's truly one of the great mysteries of the universe.

You know, kind of like why the ears and the nose...

are the only things that keep growing.

And the one thing that you want to keep growing just shrinks.

It must be terrifying, getting old.

No offense, but you're not getting any younger.

- Yeah, guy, like young was last year. - Pipe down.

Young was over two summers ago.

Well, then, I guess I should just stop writing plays...

that are set in my parents' rec room.

No. No more plays starring Sara?

You know, Adam bases all of his lead characters on the beautiful Sara.

That's only because I make him finish them and stick them in the mailbox.

- That sounds dirty. - So sweet.

- You know what would be good right now? - Skinny-dipping.

- No. - Come on.

- No. - Come on.

- Fro-Z-Cone. - Fro-Z-Cone.

What is Fro-Z-Cone?

- You hate Shawn. - That is ridiculous.

It's all right. I hate him a little bit, too.

Look, then stop projecting.

He's charming, but he's kind of an opportunist.

- He's an actorltelemarketer. - Oh, good.

But he really likes me.

- You could at least pretend to like him. - I like him. Okay? L...

God knows that I have pretended to like...

some of the losers that you have brought home over the years.

Do not compare us. I bring home losers for good reasons.

What good reasons?

Well, if they weren't losers, I'd end up marrying one.

And then I'd end up stuck in the tri-state area...

having obligatory orgasms...

dealing with crying babies and arguing over mortgages...

and I don't know if I'm ready for all that.

No wonder you're not growing up.

I'm growing up. I'm just not in a hurry.

Hey, we're here.

Fro-Z-Cone.

Fro-Z-Cone. So fattening, we all head toward it.

Look, there's Betty. She's still here.

Hi, Betty. Three pints, please.

Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate.

Well, why don't you just get two quarts of Neapolitan?

She doesn't like her food to touch.

Okay, does the fact that Betty has a beard also mean that she has no best friend?

- Why? - Because you're my best friend...

and if I had a beard like Betty's, you'd tell me to trim it, right?

I would.

That's sad.

Betty has no best friend.

Hey, check the glove compartment.

- What are these? - Magic mushrooms.

Great with ice cream. Put them in your pocket for later.

You know, I remember listening to this, I'm sorry, and wondering, "Why, Van, why?"

I couldn't give a rat's ass about a brown-eyed girl.

Or a blue-eyed girl, or a green-eyed girl.

Except for me.

Except for my Sara.

Sara.

Sara.

Sorry. Sorry, just a sec.

Hello?

You know those contractors, the ones I hired after the plumbing?

Yeah. You know what, Carol? I can't speak right now.

Is someone there?

Does he have a penis?

Actually, I was about to find out.

Why don't we unplug the phone for the rest of the night, huh?

Where is she?

Thank you for dinner. I had a great time.

Natalie, I'd like to see you again.

Very, very soon.

Well, yeah.

Bye-bye.

Surrender, Dorothy.

Honey, wait, hold on. Let me just turn the volume down for a sec here.

Does your landlady know you're using her phone?

- Mrs. Swerdlow, this is Peter. - Who?

Sara's friend Peter. You came to our wedding?

- Sara's wedding? - No, ma'am.

Oh, God.

Peter, I'm kidding you. Of course I know who you are.

You guys just had that baby. Congratulations.

- Yeah, but I'm calling for a reason. - What's that?

- Is she in her car? - Are you in your car?

Well, I mean, you did call me on my car phone.

Mrs. Swerdlow, I'm sorry to have to tell you this...

but there's been an accident.

What do you mean, an accident? With Sara?

Mrs. Swerdlow, are you some place where maybe you can pull over...

and we can talk for a moment?

Why? I mean, Sara's okay, isn't she? Sara's all right, right, Peter?

Peter, will you please answer me?

- She's driving. - Make her pull over.

Just tell me what happened.

For God sakes, Peter. What the hell happened?

Sara's dead, Mrs. Swerdlow.

Hello? Mrs. Swerdlow, are you there?

Hey.

The phone's cutting out.

This is really difficult for me. Much harder for you, I know.

But I'm not very good with death.

What are you trying to say, Harvey?

I understand.

No, no, no!

You can do this.

Okay, baby.

Okay, baby.

Okay, you look so pretty.

"Before restful waters, he leads me.

"He guides me in my path."

I'll tell you why she didn't want us to go to the funeral. She hates me.

That's not true.

Her friend said it was private. Just for family.

And that she might be having some sort of nervous breakdown.

- Why am I smoking? I don't even smoke. - Just sit down, Adam.

She was my best friend. You don't generally get a new best friend after thirty.

This is it. It's over. And we didn't even get to say goodbye.

She was my best friend, too.

I'm not going to fall off the roof for her and break my neck, okay?

So just sit down, Adam.

Why did I want that ice cream...

for that ridiculous pie?

- You got to stop beating yourself up. - It's not your fault, man.

Hell, there's no such thing as a sin on holiday.

Has this kitchen been cleaned since the house was built?

There he is.

Look at you. May I?

Actually, no. We try not to pass him around too much.

Do you want some licorice, sugar? You do, don't you?

Licorice is so perfect for teething.

No. Actually, we're following Upbeat Baby by Dr. Melanie Blandish.

And she says absolutely no refined sugar until he's five.

That's ridiculous.

Sara teethed on licorice and it's perfect, isn't it?

It's so hard and chewy.

They're not as breakable as you think, Maddy. Babies.

I mean, I smoked a pack a day during my entire pregnancy.

In one hand, I had a jar of crushed peas...

in the other an unfiltered cigarette.

I used to smoke in my obstetrician's waiting room. And they even had ashtrays.

It didn't hurt Sara.

Can I see her room?

I want to see her room. Where is it, huh? Upstairs?

This...

This is everything?

Where's her diary, huh?

We haven't touched anything, really.

I think Adam slept here one night, but we've kind of stayed away.

You slept here?

Look at all these language tapes.

A PhD in Japanese history, huh?

That was going to get her really far.

I wonder which one of you talked her into that.

I mean, sure. Tokyo? Yeah, for a week.

But to spend a life?

And all that tempura? I mean, please.

I know I must sound very provincial to all you Wesleyan grads. But trust me.

I've seen more of the world than any of you have.

Can't get a decent dessert in Japan.

I mean, okay, green-tea ice cream? Spare me.

God, but she was beautiful, wasn't she?

Yeah. Yeah, she was...

Maybe you shouldn't drive home tonight, Mrs. Swerdlow.

I'm sure you don't want me to stay here with you and your friends.

But you look so tired.

You'd be tired, too, if you hadn't slept for three days.

So stay. Spend the night.

You talked me into it.

Mrs. Swerdlow, I was hoping I could have something of hers.

Like what?

I don't know. You know, just...

Not much. Something small. A little memento.

I don't think so.

You told her she could stay?

What was I supposed to do? What do you say to a grieving mother?

"Thanks for sparing me the pain of your daughter's funeral.

"I'm sure I would've made a spectacle of myself, like you're doing now."

I don't know if I can stay here anymore.

It's not the same without Sara.

What do we have to go back to? August in Brooklyn?

No. The grieving mother is not moving us out!

We're staying, she's going.

Hello!

Mrs. Swerdlow.

Mrs. Swerdlow.

Mrs. Swerdlow?

Mrs. Swerdlow.

Mrs...

- Good morning. - It's evening, actually, Mrs. Swerdlow.

I know that. It was just an expression.

Well, you should probably get up.

You've been sleeping for two days and not eating...

and that can't be very good for you.

Well, whether it's good for me or not, I don't think it's any of your business.

Okay.

What is the deal with all the cleaning? She's like the Brady Bunch maid on speed.

She just lost her child.

Where else is she supposed to put all that maternal energy?

How about her house back in Jersey?

Mrs. Swerdlow.

- Mrs. Swerdlow! - What?

Listen, you can just stop cleaning...

'cause we like, you know, the mold and stuff. It's fine.

I'm not doing this for you. I'm fine.

- I think what Maddy's trying to say is... - Look, you guys.

I'm doing what makes me feel better and if you can't stand it, I'll just leave.

I mean, I'll just get a job at the Holiday Inn.

I mean, if you can't stand a middle-aged woman...

walking around your house doing what she's got to do...

then this just isn't gonna work.

- Nobody wants you to leave. - We just want you...

There are mushrooms growing in the bathtub.

Look, I can't have her just turn around...

and find out we went out to the beach without her.

Just leave her alone, hon. You know, she's in her own little world.

Can't she just fly home on her vacuum cleaner?

Mrs. Swerdlow?

A bad wife.

Mrs. Swerdlow.

Sorry, sorry. Hey, we're gonna go to the beach, okay?

- We'll be back this afternoon. - Well, that sounds like a blast.

- You gonna be okay? - What? I can't come?

Well, you know, we didn't want to bother you.

We're just gonna go get our feet wet and we'll be right back.

You don't like to talk about your relationship with Sara, do you?

- There's not much to say, really, you know. - Cut the crap, Peter.

Excuse me?

I know what went on between the two of you.

Did you think I didn't?

I know you slept together.

No, we never slept together.

Maybe sleep is the wrong word for committing adultery.

I don't know where you got that, but it's wrong.

- Does Maddy know? - You don't know.

Oh, yes, I do.

There's hardly anything in Sara's life I don't know about.

It's got to be tough on you, Peter.

You can't tell anybody how you really felt, can you?

But you can tell me.

I won't be a second. Just let me change.

- She's coming. - You invited her?

What, am I the only one here with any manners?

Okay, you get the Boy Scout merit badge for counseling grieving divorcees.

Will you stop being such a little bitch?

All set!

Maybe you should think about wearing something else.

Why? We were the same size. It all fits.

It's a kimono. Of course it fits.

Well, Natalie, I'll go with you if you don't want to go by yourself.

No, we can all fit in the truck.

Come on, Mrs. Swerdlow, you can ride up front.

No. I'll tell you what, you kids go on ahead. Adam and I will catch up.

- There's plenty of room. - I don't think so.

I think Adam and I want to talk.

Well, I'll ride with you if you take that off.

You should know, I'm keeping her hat on forever.

- The beach is in the other direction. - I'm sure it is.

I saw a junkyard on the way in.

Is that where you're gonna hide my body?

You're very quick-witted. Is that from being gay?

Obviously.

Is there some reason you want to torture yourself with this?

I'm not tortured. You're the one who can't climb a fence.

Jesus.

God.

What if the driver came from the other direction?

Did you ever think about that?

You actually think I haven't chewed myself up about this?

I would, if I were you.

I mean, I can't help but wonder...

why I'm walking through here, and not your mother.

Because my mother wouldn't come looking for her car.

I bet she'd surprise you.

Well, I wouldn't really be around to be surprised, would I, if I were dead?

Look, Mrs. Swerdlow, I feel guilty, okay?

I am racked with guilt.

You want me to be dead instead of Sara. I want me to be dead instead of Sara.

That we agree on, but I don't have any answers.

I don't want any answers from you. Well, actually, you know what?

I do.

Fine.

What was it like?

It was like being murdered and finding out you survived.

I wasn't asking about you.

What was it like for Sara?

Would you tie this on for me?

Thank you.

We found Sara's car. I mean, my car.

And look. Look what I found.

- Sara's necklace. - It's her necklace.

It's gorgeous.

- Didn't Johnny give her that? - No.

Yes, he did.

- Wait, which one was Johnny? - Johnny, remember? They broke up?

Right. What did she say was wrong with him?

Everything.

No, not everything.

Don't you remember? He was the great lay.

She said it.

Anyhow, he was the guy who looked like a brontosaurus.

He had that really huge head and those really huge teeth.

He was the kind of guy, he looked like he could just rip you apart...

and snack on you, you know?

And he had those really huge muscles always bursting out of his shirt.

The guy was totally into himself.

Sara told me she was glad when he went away to British Columbia.

She didn't tell you that. I told you that.

- Sara would never tell you that. - She told me stuff.

- Actually, we had secrets. - You did not have secrets.

Well, personally, I don't believe in secrets.

Secrets are a necessity.

They're like a warm blanket you hide under with a friend.

What a nice metaphor.

She did keep that diary, though, and I can't find it. Has anyone found it?

It's probably at her apartment back in the city.

No, I looked there. I couldn't find it.

It's probably for the best, you know. I mean, I wouldn't want my mother to read my diary.

- Sara didn't have anything to hide. - Well, maybe I do.

- Well? - What's that supposed to mean?

You're blushing.

- It must mean something. - It's nothing.

Why are you acting so guilty then?

We kissed, okay? Sara and I.

We fooled around in college.

What? What do you mean?

What part of "we fooled around" don't you get?

Did you have sex?

I don't know. Why do you care?

Did you?

Listen, this was a long time before I met you, Peter.

It was early freshman year, and we were really drunk.

Did you have sex?

Did you?

- Why are you freaking out? - You did.

That's great.

- You just got sand all over the baby. - Great.

Nice, Peter.

- I'm sorry about your daughter. - Thanks.

You know, I lost my brother three years ago.

I'm sorry. AIDS?

No.

- No? - No.

It's kind of ironic, actually.

My stepmom had cancer, and then he OD'd on her OxyContin.

Oh, my God.

And then she died. It's a whole mess.

Needless to say, I have a few commitment issues.

But you and Adam are going steady.

What? What are you laughing about?

- Going steady? No. - No?

No. I mean, you know, we're tight.

We're good for each other. Especially in public.

We're both talented, we're good-looking...

he's famous, I'm an up-and-coming actor with a lot of buzz.

I just got a callback for Mamma Mia!

Congratulations!

But you have commitment issues, huh?

Shawn, do you sleep around?

- What the... I get hit on more. - Right.

And I'm more sexual. I'm more of a pig, actually.

Really?

And sometimes I just have to take care of that, you know?

- It's not cheating. - Yeah.

They're not even dates. It's just sex.

No. I understand.

You're not gonna tell Adam though, are you?

No.

It'll be our little warm blanket, right?

Come on.

Hey, you.

- Did you have a nice chat? - I love her.

You're just being silly.

Wow.

That's mine.

- Well, this is her diary, isn't it? - Yeah, can I have it?

The one her mother was looking for?

Why didn't you say anything?

- Well, are you going to give it to her? - I don't know.

Well, I think Sara would want me to have it, don't you?

Knew it.

Out of cleaning supplies.

I need to run an errand. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

You're pretty good with your baby. Most men are terrified.

Sara didn't tell me you were a chauvinist, too.

What did she say?

Tell you what. Let's trade compliments.

I'll tell you what she said about you if you tell me what she said about me.

She said you were always there for her.

That wasn't so painful, was it?

Peter...

I want to know everything that happened between you and Sara.

I want to know if you loved her.

- That's none of your business. - Yes, it is.

Maddy had been in Chicago for almost a month...

on this case for her law firm.

Sara invited me over for dinner.

Sushi.

The whole Japanese thing.

- She looked like a geisha. - Yeah.

I looked at her.

And I kissed her.

And she kissed me back.

If we'd said anything, nothing would have happened...

but we didn't, so it did.

Once.

Don't worry.

Peter, I would never tell Maddy.

- She would never forgive me. - She might.

And anyway, I'm not trying to threaten you. It's just that...

talking about Sara...

it's the only way I have of keeping her alive.

I know what you mean.

She said you had beautiful eyes...

like little swimming pools.

And you do.

You know what else she said?

No, you know what? I better not say that.

What? No. Tell me.

She said that you were thrilling in bed.

She said that? She said thrilling?

Oh, yeah.

Natalie?

- Peter, what's happening? - What happened?

Adam, what are you doing in here?

He's sleepwalking again.

What? I didn't know people actually did that.

- That's the baby. - Okay. Adam, come back.

But I don't want to go to the party.

His producer's going to be at the party tomorrow. He's nervous about it.

Don't worry. It's going to be okay. Just...

Wake up.

He can stay. I'm up.

Hey, Adam, is this for real or are you just trying to scare her away?

Who?

Oh, honey.

Why don't you let him play a little bit?

I don't want him to get worked up. He needs to sleep.

Why can't he play? Look at him. He's wide awake.

Here, let me take him for a minute, okay? You just let me take him.

Let me take gorgeous.

Hello, there.

Look at this baby. Are you gorgeous?

Hello there.

You are special.

You're special.

You're so natural with him.

I've had practice. Look at you.

Look at you, gorgeous. What are you doing now?

- Look at you, gorgeous little boy. - Oh, God! I'm just so worried all the time...

that something's going to happen to him, you know...

like I'm going to drop him on his head.

Nothing is going to happen to him. Nothing.

Dr. Blandish says you can never let your child out of your sight.

- Dr. Who? - Blandish.

I've been reading this book every day...

and I just feel like I should practically give Duncan away to foster parents...

because something awful is gonna happen. I just know it is.

Okay, let me see this bible of motherhood.

Okay.

All right.

What do you think, Duncan?

Is this...

the most ridiculous thing you have ever seen in your whole entire life, huh?

She's just trying to scare the crap out of young mothers.

And frankly, you know what she's doing? She's succeeding.

You know what I think?

Dr. Melanie Blandish can just go save herself.

That's right.

I mean, honey, if you want to learn how to relax, just look at him. Enjoy him.

For God sakes, just enjoy him. This is the fun part.

Look, swing him in the air. Swing him in the air.

I heard they get baby whiplash.

That is absurd. Now, here.

I want you to take him.

Take him. Go on, take this beautiful treasure. Go on.

Swing him in the air. Twirl him around.

Come on, Maddy, you can do better than that. Go on. Twirl him around.

Yeah, that's it. That's what he loves.

Is that fun?

Mrs. Swerdlow...

do you think Peter will forgive me for keeping that secret from him?

I think he just might.

Stop! Stop!

Okay, put it down.

Enough.

Caught me.

- Caught you what? - Reading your play.

My play? What, did you go into my room?

- I was cleaning it. - Well, you had no right to do that.

This one isn't as funny as the last one. Is it supposed to be?

Promise me you won't get too dark all of a sudden.

Don't get like Woody Allen did in Interiors.

All serious and self-conscious and trying to be a Scandinavian.

You wouldn't pull a Scandinavian number on me, now, would you, Adam?

Give it to me.

And what's with the bearded lady character?

Too weird. I mean, you gotta cut the bearded lady.

I happen to like the bearded lady. Can I have it back?

- I'm not finished. - Well, I didn't say you could start.

Well, if I had asked, you would have said no. Come on, Adam.

I promise to say three nice things for every slightly negative comment.

I mean, you want feedback, don't you? It's overdue, isn't it?

It's none of your business what it is.

You can't just take something like that. It's personal.

This one's about my daughter, too.

Yes, sing, Duncan. Help.

What are you doing?

Getting ready for the party. We're still going, aren't we?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Shawn!

- Hey! Watch it. - We are not going.

Look, I'm not going in drag. Relax. I was just trying to cheer her up.

It's Sara's. You going to rip it.

It's not even zipped, and besides, Natalie might wear it.

- What? She thinks she's coming? - Yeah. Why shouldn't she?

How do I look?

- Are there going to be any celebrities here? - Like the pages of Vanity Fair.

- I can't do this. - You can and you must.

No, you don't understand. The only reason why Mel invited me...

me, not my tag-along posse, was to schmooze the money people.

- My backers are throwing this party. - Then go home.

I need a drink.

What am I gonna tell him, you know? I can't write anymore? My muse is dead?

Sara was the only person in the world that I trusted to tell me what was funny.

Who am I going to be funny for now?

You can be funny for me.

Don't mind if I do. Thank you so much.

Cheers.

And the limestone comes from Michelangelo's quarry...

Could you excuse me for just a minute?

Do I know you?

I'm with Adam Goldman. I'm his guest.

You came with Adam. I produced his first play.

It was a hit, very funny. And funny is money.

Hi, Mel.

You brought the whole household, I see. So are you all staying at the house?

I'm Mel Wolf.

I'm sorry, this is Natalie. Mel's my producer.

- Nice to meet you. - Mr. Wolf.

Shawn Hudson. So nice to meet you, finally.

This is such a big deal for me. I love your work.

And I also happen to be kind of a great actor...

And a singer, too.

- Well... - He sings. Is there a piano?

- Please stop. - He would love to sing for you.

- No, I couldn't do that. - Really.

He sings and plays the piano so beautifully.

He got a callback for Mamma Mia!

- The road tour. - Wow.

Natalie, are you a local? These don't seem like your brand of ruffians.

No, I'm just the den mother.

You must've had them in elementary school.

Well, it's not the years, Mel. It's the mileage.

Natalie's Sara's mother.

- I'm so sorry. - No, that's okay. It's just...

Excuse me, I need a refill. And listen, really, I want you to sing for him.

- No, I couldn't do that. - Yes. You'll love it.

- The Wandering Minstrel? - Yes.

Did I make an ass of myself, or what?

You want to make contact with Melvin Wolf...

so that he'll cast you in one of his Broadway musicals?

- Would that be so bad? - Yes. Actually, it's highly inappropriate.

- He was just trying to introduce himself. - Excuse me.

You're not his agent, and you're not his mother.

You know what? Like I need your producer.

And what were you saying to Mel?

Were you sabotaging my next play?

You know, now that Sara's gone...

maybe you should try focusing on your personal life.

She was my personal life. She was everything to me.

To the exclusion of all others. To the exclusion of your friend Shawn.

Yes, I get it.

And maybe that's why he's sleeping around on you.

Sorry.

The hostess said I could change Duncan in here.

- Where is everybody? - Out on the terrace.

Shawn brought Sara's mushrooms and they're going to get high.

Sara's mushrooms?

You know. Mushrooms. Shrooms. Mushrooms...

- Maddy? - You know, like hallucinogens.

Like LSD, but they're natural.

I don't do them anymore.

Last time I did them...

I saw my dead grandparents and Abraham Lincoln...

and then puked for four hours.

- Sara brought them? They were Sara's? - Yeah, she brought them to the house.

- Looking good? - Yeah.

- She wants to try mushrooms. - What?

- No way. - Yes.

Are you serious?

She's been looking for you guys everywhere.

There's enough to go around. I don't see why not.

What's wrong with you people, huh?

Why would you give mushrooms to that woman?

She's not "that woman." She's Mrs. Swerdlow.

- You guys, she's hoping to see Sara. - I think it's only fair we let her try, right?

- Why? Do you have a problem with that? - Yes, I got a problem with that.

And so do the rest of us. She's not our friend.

She's Sara's mom. She's a grownup.

Yeah, so are you, or at least you're supposed to be.

If thirty isn't grown-up, what is? Forty? Ninety?

- Where are the mushrooms? I want one. - Knock yourself out, Natalie.

I will.

Enjoy.

Excuse me, aren't you Adam Goldman?

The gay Neil Simon?

We just wanted to tell you how much we love your work.

Okay.

Come and dance. Come on.

Oh, God.

Look up there.

It's like it's skywriting in the clouds.

Surrender, Dorothy.

Surrender, Dorothy.

Can you see it, Peter?

It says "Surrender Dorothy" in the sky.

That's from The Wizard of Oz, right?

I don't get it. What is it?

That was our movie.

That was our greeting.

- I don't see it. - It's there.

Surrender, Dorothy.

- I think it's the drugs, Mrs. Swerdlow. - No.

No, it's not. It's...

You see?

Can't you see?

No.

No. It just went away like...

It's not there anymore.

To Sara.

To Sara.

Where is the bus stop?

Do you know what time it is?

Do you like...

How can you go along with this?

We're just trying to remember her, Adam.

No, you're not. You're making fun of her.

- Hey. - Hey, you're just tripping, guy.

You're so paranoid.

This is so desperate.

You don't even know these people.

I don't even know these people like I thought I did.

What's that supposed to mean?

Adam, stop it!

- Stop it, Adam. - Calm down.

- Stop it, Adam. - Stop it, Adam.

Peter!

- You guys, come on. - Get off of him.

Adam.

Turn down the noise!

This is a family neighborhood.

Adam! Hey, Adam.

I wonder if Mrs. Moyles knows who she's renting to.

Sorry.

Summer people.

Sara.

Sara!

Okay.

- Hey. - Wait, there.

- Natalie. - Yes.

- I know you... - What?

I know you asked me if I was in love with Sara.

I think you had this idea that we had some big romantic thing...

but it wasn't.

- It was desperate and stupid. - That's not what she said.

Well, it was. We were drunk.

It was over before it started. We both felt like crap.

And then when she found out she was pregnant...

Excuse me?

Did you say pregnant?

You didn't know. I'm sorry. I thought she would've told you.

Hey, it's okay, guy.

Did she have an abortion?

Okay.

- I paid for it. - That was very noble of you, Peter.

We never talked about it again, okay? It was like it never happened.

- Were you with her? Did you go with her? - She wouldn't let me.

You mean, she went alone?

God!

Sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Don't cry. Don't cry, sweet baby.

Don't cry, little Duncan, my boy.

I'm sorry.

Did you know?

Are you okay?

No. She never said anything about Peter.

Maddy, no.

But you knew about the abortion?

I did, but...

I'm sorry.

I didn't know the details, I swear.

Would you have told me if you had?

If I knew about Peter?

No.

I don't think so. I'm sorry.

No. Of course not.

Of course you wouldn't have told me...

because you and I, we're not really friends, are we, Adam?

I mean, not really.

Look, I didn't know. I swear to God.

What?

What, what's going on?

What did I miss?

What did you miss?

Yeah.

Sweetheart...

What did you miss?

You missed this, you ass!

You slept with her?

You had sex with my best friend and you got her pregnant?

Maddy.

- And she had an abortion? - Maddy.

Stay out of this, Adam. You just stay out of it.

None of us would be here right now if it weren't for Sara, okay?

So just stay out of it.

And I swear to God if any of this ends up in that stupid little play of yours...

We both slept with her.

So what?

Stupid. I wasn't married then.

I hadn't met you yet.

You stupid idiot!

Don't follow me!

She just had to have it all, didn't she?

She just had to cross Peter right off her list.

- What? - Sara!

- Maddy. - She had to have something on everyone...

just so you couldn't go too far away.

- Maddy, I... - Give him to me.

Give him to me.

She always had to have all of the attention.

And I'm not surprised, because like mother, like daughter.

So that's it? You just get to drive away?

What do you think? "I'm sorry" is gonna do it?

Well, I didn't apologize, did I? Did I?

Okay, look, I am sorry, Maddy. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Okay?

Don't do this. Maddy. Maddy!

There you are.

Hello.

Hello. God.

- I'm sorry. I got you all wet. - It's all right. Now I'm baptized.

So, you here to crack the whip on Adam?

Well, actually my motives are entirely duplicitous.

How refreshing.

I want to take you out to dinner.

That's very sweet of you.

I'm not quite ready. Thank you, though.

So, tell me. What's the new play about?

Inquiring minds want to know.

- Death. - You're trying to kill me, is that it?

Because you know, I went for a stress test last week, and I failed it.

So your death play better have a little humor attached to it.

It will.

He gave you his head shot? What's he gonna do, sleep with you next?

He's an actor, buddy. Don't worry about it. I'll give it to my casting director.

Do you know what his claim to fame is?

He understudied the fork in Beauty and the Beast.

He's using me to get to you.

Adam, it's no big deal. I get this all the time.

You gave this to him without my permission.

Without your permission?

You do not tell me what I can and cannot do, all right?

No, Shawn, actually, it's not all right.

Someone needs to.

What is the problem now?

The problem is that I am not a fan of being used.

Just calm down, Adam.

- This is a very cute picture. - Don't tell me to calm down.

- You do not know what's going on. - Yes, I do.

- You're having a melodramatic snit fit. - Melodramatic?

Please. I'm not the one going around having s�ances for my dead daughter.

- I'm in mourning. I'm grieving. - We're all grieving.

No, I'm sorry, Adam. It's not the same. I'm the mother and you're not even family.

- What, I'm just the friend? - No, you're just the thief is what you are.

Sara never even had a boyfriend that lasted six months...

because what man in his right mind would stick around...

with some fairy mincing around in the background.

If you really truly loved her...

Are you mad at me because I didn't sleep with her?

She wanted to have kids, and she wanted to be married.

No, she did not. That stuff scared her to death, and I wonder why.

No. She could've been with somebody...

and she might've kept that baby if it weren't for you.

- You probably talked her into it. - I talked her into nothing.

All I did was take her to the doctor, I took her home, I put her in her bed.

She came to me, Natalie, do you see?

She came to me.

Nobody asked you here. Why did you come? What are you doing here?

I had to see where my little girl wasted her time.

This disgusting house and you ridiculous kids.

Sitting around getting drunk, pretending like you're still in college.

She'd still be alive!

She never would've gotten in that car if she had any other decent place to be.

But she had nothing.

She had you!

So we didn't have the little "Surrender, Dorothy" shtick.

Does that mean I don't get to feel anything?

Look, I understand it's the hardest thing in the world to lose a child.

Don't give me your platitudes.

You don't know anything about losing a child.

You're right. I didn't lose a child.

But I lost the most important person in my life.

Are you just about done?

Leave.

- Just leave. - I am not going anywhere!

Did Natalie say something about me? About us?

Of course she did.

She's like a neutron bomb.

Wipe out the people, and leave all the buildings.

Look.

I want to be here for you but I can't do that if you continue...

- Then stop sleeping around. - Well, I'll stop sleeping around...

if you start showing some passing interest in my inner life.

I show passing interest.

Look, I know I'm not a Japanese PhD scholar, all right, but...

Well, I am in analysis twice a week.

I want what you had with Sara.

I want you to write for me.

I want you to be funny for me.

Adam. Adam, get down. Adam, please.

Adam, let's talk about this inside. You've made your point.

Adam, the roof isn't safe.

Would you... Adam!

Adam?

- She's snoring. - She's sleeping.

She hates me.

Oh, my God!

Thank you, whoever found it.

It's in Japanese?

Okay, so...

Any method?

You hungry?

Maddy, I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.

I love you so much.

You have to know I only ever loved you.

We love each other, right?

I just want to love you.

You been married a lot?

No, just the twice.

- You like being single? - Like?

I tolerate it. I like...

I like to be around people. I like to know about them.

I guess that's why I do what I do. Anyway, what do you do?

- I'm a travel agent. - You like to travel?

- I like to get there. - Here you are.

Yeah.

Excuse me. Hi.

Do you speak Japanese?

Well, could you read this, please?

It's my daughter's and I can't make heads or tails out of it.

Would you just look at it? Thank you.

This is personal.

That's okay. She won't mind.

It is very personal. Not polite.

What do you mean? It's like erotic or something?

Steamy. Yes.

Well, is there some part that you could read that isn't steamy?

It's her diary, Natalie. She probably put it in Japanese so you couldn't read it.

Well, I outfoxed her, didn't I?

"I cannot breathe.

"I know the right thing, but I cannot do it.

"I should run away.

"I should leave her, but that would be cruel.

"It's terrible, but I sometimes think...

"my only way that I will grow up...

"is when my mother is dead.

"Then I won't have to listen to her.

"I won't have to confide in her.

"I could maybe be myself.

"Instead, I hear her wherever I go.

"I can't escape her.

"Please let me go, Mother.

- "Let me try on my own." - Stop!

Natalie?

You want to order?

Lady?

Small cup of vanilla, please.

Ninety-eight cents.

My daughter used to come here.

She came here the night she died.

She was in an accident. Maybe you remember her?

She was very pretty and she was...

my little girl.

This was the last place that she came to.

This was it.

She came here with her boyfriend, right?

No, not her boyfriend, but her best friend.

Could I ask you a question?

Did she seem happy then?

She did. They both did.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Peter...

I think that...

- I think this is what you wanted? - Yeah. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

And, Maddy, this is for Duncan.

The real bible of motherhood.

Thank you so much. This is great.

- Shawn... - No.

- Just in case you do The Mikado... - Natalie, put it away.

- At Lincoln Center. - Thank you.

It's beautiful.

I guess there's nothing in that bag for me.

- Take him. Let's go. I'll load the truck. - Well.

- No. - Yes.

I hope you can use it for your new play.

Adam...

I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry that I wanted her all to myself.

I'm sorry that she hurt you.

She never did, ever.

She left you, didn't she?

She left all of us.

She didn't mean to, though. She really didn't mean to, sweetie.

She was just a fragile little girl.

She was the only thing I ever loved in my whole life.

Me, too.

I know.

So what are you going to do now?

I was thinking I might take some time off and go to Japan...

but I don't think so.

I think...

I should let Sara have some place all to herself, don't you think?

Yes.

Yeah.

But for now, I have to go home.

Got it.

Ready!

- I'll be back. - We'll all be back.

After The Wizard of Oz one night, when Sara was seven...

she asked me...

what I thought it was like for the Lion, the Tin Man, and the Scarecrow...

after Dorothy left them in Oz and went back home to Kansas.

Did they miss her?

Could they really be happy?

How could they face the rest of their lives knowing...

they'd never see her again?

I explained to her that Dorothy was a gift...

that they knew that...

and that they had to keep her alive in their heads and hearts...

and face their futures with newly-found courage.

You're out of the woods You're out of the dark

You're out of the night

Step into the sun Step into the light

Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place

On the face of the earth or the sky

Hold on to your breath Hold on to your heart

Hold on to your hope

March up to that gate and bid it...

open.