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Julia.

Jake!

Jesus, this is so weird.

- I know, it's a big city.
-Small world.

No, no, no, no, I was, uh,

I was gonna call you, actually.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Julia, that--that's great

because I've been thinking
about it.

Oh, I...

I'm engaged.

I wanted you
to hear it from me.

-Who is it?
-You don't know him.

It's a good thing,
be happy for me.

No, don't do this, Julia.

Oh, you don't do this.

- I do not need this baggage.
-I promise...

Oh, God, after what
you put me through,

I deserve all the happiness
I can get.

I remember you used to say
that we were only happy

when we were being miserable
together.

That's funny, I remember
you used to say that.

Uh, look,
the wedding is in Aspen.

But some friends are giving us

a going away party.

You can come
if you promise to behave.

Yeah, I'll behave
like exemplary baggage.

For example,
I won't tell anyone

how your last boyfriend
dumped you

after you called him "Jake."

Oh, that is not what happened,
you jerk.

He panicked when you told him
you had syphilis.

But you could've told him
the truth.

You just weren't over me.

Well, that's true,

but I had some help
and now I am.

How about you,
are you seeing anybody?

Yeah, sure, no,
I've been on a few dates.

No, I mean therapy.
Are you seeing a shrink?

Ugh, I gotta go.

I hope you're at the party.

One, two...

...three.

Please come in, Mr. Singer.

Sorry I'm late, Doc.

This crazy fat woman
tried to avoid

paying for the bus.

Life in the city, huh?

Tell me, Mr. Singer...

why you think this woman,
if she exists,

is so fat?

I don't know,
maybe it's something glandular

or her metabolism.

So you're apologizing for her
and yourself, is that right?

-What do you mean?
-"I suppose,

maybe, I guess."

Constructing passive sentences

is a way of concealing
your own testicles

lest someone cut them off.

-Why you laugh?
-Maybe it's because...

Again, "maybe."

-You disavow your feelings.
- I do not...

You make from the world
a banal comedy,

and you are a spectator.

You even have a name for it;

"Life in the City."

Bravo.

Doc, with all due respect,

I don't mean to question
your methods,

but at $125 a pop--

And I appreciate
the sliding scale,

really, I do--
but all we ever do

is discuss my manners
and my dead mother

and she's been dead
quite a while.

We rarely discuss

my almost non-existent
sex life,

my ambivalence about my job,
my distrust of my boss,

my almost total lack
of communication

with my father.

Are you gonna stop me?

You can discontinue
the treatment

or continue with
this disputatious resistance

until your bank account
is drained.

It's the same to me.

Dr. Morales, I need
to reschedule our appointment

for next...

Okay, I am angry.

Oh, Jesus Christus, thank you

for this blood in the groin.

Why?

I saw Julia this morning.

She's gone for good.

She's getting married.

At last, the penis
has entered the vagina.

I just don't see
what the big deal is.

I mean, why did Chekhov
have to write

about such total losers?

Yeah, I mean like
that guy in the play,

he walks around moping all day

while his land rots
and his wife suffers.

Then some young beautiful girl
falls in love with him

and we're supposed
to feel sorry for him?

No way, that's ridiculous.

Today we'd just give
the dude a Prozac

and tell him
to get on with it.

I don't think the play
would ever have been written.

No, you're right, Phil,
why don't we just start

a whole new category
of literature

that's been made irrelevant
by modern pharmacology?

We could start with Moby Dick.

We'll just give Ahab a Zoloft
to take the edge off.

Invisible Man,
he's a Paxil candidate

-if I ever saw one.
-I'm not sure...

What exactly do you want
from us, Mr. Singer?

For a start, I want you
not to process literature

like you're solving
an equation.

Chris, how do we define
"humanism"?

"A belief in social
responsibility, individualism,

and the uses of sympathy
and the imagination."

Good. Walter, do you think
it's the point of drama

to portray characters
so that we can sit back

and judge them?

No.

We're supposed to, like,
feel what they feel.

Good.

Read.

"Sympatheia,
or emotional identification,

is necessary if we are to feel
pity or fear,

which are forms of pleasure.”

Aristotle prizes emotional power
over all else.

The playwright is offering you
an experience.

All I ask
is that you be open to it.

You have to imagine
that you could be Ivanov,

that you could feel

that helpless
and that defeated,

and that someone else
could see the good in you

even though you clearly failed

to make it manifest
in the world.

So, um, is it okay
to take two extra days

for my essay, Mr. Singer?

Bye, Mom, I'm late.

-Bye.
-Mr. Singer?

What? Uh, yeah, sure, go ahead.

Just don't make a habit of it.

-Can I help you?
-Yes.

I seem to have lost
my way here.

Well, me too, and I work here.

Where's the headmaster's office?

Ooh, what'd you do?

-Uh, no, he's a friend.
-Really?

-Does he not have friends?
-No, no, no, he has friends.

I just didn't think
he had friends quite like you.

Well, he's my, uh,
my husband's...

My son is a student here.

Ah, so he's in trouble too?

I don't think I got your name.

Jake Singer.
English and basketball.

Oh, I thought maybe you were
the hall monitor.

No, no, no, we've done away
with those,

including mandatory Latin
and corporal punishment.

I'm Allegra Marshall.

It is very nice to meet you,
Mrs. Marshall.

Uh, Proctor's office
is right down here.

So, I'm trying to get
more involved in the school.

Oh, that's great, um...

Prompted by anything
in particular?

Well, my, um, son's had
some difficulties,

but he loves school.

He's only eight,
and we're still very attached.

Well, these things
take cooperation.

There are a lot of parents
who would rather write a check

or have someone
write a prescription

to solve a problem.

I suppose you're right.

-Allegra.
-Leighton.

I see you've met Mr. Singer.

Yes, we were exchanging
some potent ideas

about education.

Well, I'd like
to hear them too.

Why don't you expand a bit
at Mrs. Marshall's next Sunday,

the benefactors' luncheon?

Mm, it's settled then.

Tell the others we'll start
in 15 minutes, Mr. Singer.

-It was nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you too.

Come on. Come on, don't let 'em
muscle you that way!

Ladies...

Ladies, you're getting killed
on both ends.

You, Alex, I want you
to front your guy, all right?

Get a body on him, he's big.

Don't be intimidated by him.

Come on, let's challenge
their zone a little bit,

get on the inside,
take it to the paint, all right?

Drive it a little bit,
all right?

All right, for God's sake,
Walter,

will you please get back
on defense, huh?

All right, let's go, come on.

Come on. One, two, three, work!

Maybe you should ease up
a little bit on Walter.

He's trying, but it's tough.

You know, if it was easy,
what would be the point?

Why don't you stick
to the stats?

Let me do the coaching.

Walter, get back on D.

That's it, hands up and swag.

Justin, you got to call
that pick!

Call switch, come on.

Back, back, back, back!

Everybody, back on the bench.

Right, right, right, Coventry,
walk away, walk away.

Come on, come on.

Folks...

Well, naturally,
we're all concerned

about what happened
at the game yesterday.

We're here to discuss
whether we ought to give

Walter Cooper
the benefit of the doubt.

There's no doubt,
he did it on purpose.

He says he didn't.

He sent a kid to the hospital
last year.

No, no, no, that other kid
started with him.

He's a year older
than his grade.

He's shown no feelings
for school.

Let's face it,
he's a time bomb.

He is smarter than
half of my kids,

and he says that you ignore him
in class, Bill.

I can't pull the answers
out of him.

I've got a class to run.

I had reservations
about Walter--

Excuse me, it was you
who, after the interview,

said we should give him
a chance,

that he's a fine,
upstanding young man.

We could give him
the opportunity

to rise above
his circumstances.

Excuse me, I didn't know
I was speaking before the FBI.

We'll discuss this later.

Mr. Singer, in the future,

I'll expect
fewer contradictions

and more contributions.

Just try and help us
keep him out of trouble,

and don't make me regret

asking you to speak
next Sunday.

I mean, what a hypocrite.

Proctor took this kid
for his shooting percentage,

and then he gets furious at me
for telling the truth?

-Outrageous.
-The man doesn't have

an ounce of self-awareness.

I was speaking of you,
Mr. Singer.

-I was outrageous?
-I'd have fired you on the spot.

Well, consider me fired.

Why is it every time
I think I'm getting somewhere

you pull the rug out
from under me?

Because that is the way
you insist upon seeing

the help that I'm trying
to give you.

You're a sadist.

You are an expensive sadist.

For the good Christ's sake,
Mr. Singer,

do you need to be told so badly

that I love you?

-You love me?
-Yes.

Now sit down, please.

Now, we are part
of the natural order,

primates,

with hierarchies,
rituals of behavior.

Now most important
is the mounting behavior.

And this you see
most flamboyantly

with baboons.

The dominant male mounts
not only the females

but also the lower males.

Now if a lower male wishes
to challenge for leadership,

he must do it with cunning
and patience,

-not direct defiance.
-What about the truth?

I mean, Proctor did say that--

This childish insistence
on the truth.

You should be mastering
these conflicts

instead of continuing
to seek shelter in them

from the professional success
you might so easily attain.

You think that I could easily...

Ernestito,
are you coming over later?

I'll see you Tuesday.

Mr. Singer...

My love is not a shield.

It is a sword.

Whoa there, Kemosabe.

Me no trust Yankee firewater
before me give speech, hm?

These people are of
a different species.

They were mixing martinis
in the womb.

Hey, you want me to go first?

Um, yeah, would you?

I don't know
what's gotten into me.

Not hungry, Mr. Singer?

Oh, I can't eat yet.

It's Jake.

Jake, would you rather be alone
to go over your speech?

Well, I'm sure you have guests
to attend to.

You're one of them.

I'm sorry, I'm just feeling
a little bereft

of small talk right now.

So, what are you teaching
at school?

Um, we are up to the Romantics.

Wordsworth and Shelley,
not the pop group.

Well, "What I Like About You"

doesn't require
much explanation.

So, what about the poets?

-Really?
-Really.

Um, they were obsessed
with nature,

uh, using it as a metaphor
for the inner life.

So, the "sanguine sunset,"
the "dark battling clouds."

Nature, for them, was a mirror
of the inner life,

both light and dark.

And now is your chance
to escape.

I was actually enjoying it,
but maybe you're the one

who wants to escape.

Are you nervous or something?

I guess.

What? What's wrong?

My insane Argentinean analyst
doesn't want me to use words

like "I guess" or to guess.

And I probably shouldn't be
invoking him either.

Sounds stern, your analyst.

-Are there other kinds?
-I guess.

I thought he was
supposed to make you feel

more comfortable
in your own skin, no?

Mm, no, he's more
the exfoliating type.

I thought teachers were good
at public speaking.

Well, in a classroom,
no problem, but...

I mean, in there,

the maid's room is bigger
than my apartment.

Um, I'm sorry, that was rude.

A little.

Look, Mrs. Marshall,
can we just forget about--

Allegra.

And I was actually enjoying it.

Honesty is good.

But, um, I just--I wish I could

make you feel more comfortable.

Uh, actually, you have.

I can't imagine I could be

more of an asshole today, so...

Still early.

I'll see you inside.

Just a minute.

Quite so, Mr. Singer.

Take a minute.

Could you not see
how you push away this woman

for daring to be interested
in you?

Interested? No, fake interest
is more like it, Doc.

New York is full of people
with lousy boundaries.

But why you not listen to her
and speak with more honesty?

Because that's not
what they want.

They want the rah, rah, rah,

buff-up the hood ornament
speech.

If it's so boring
and so stupid,

why you cry in fear
beforehand?

Who's crying?

Cramps, diarrhea.

You're grown-up, so you do it
through your asshole.

-Everything all right?
-Yeah.

Fine.

Hey, tell me,
which one is her husband?

You don't know? He's dead.

What happened?
Was he in an accident?

He couldn't have been that old.

Forty-two. Massive coronary.

She inherited his seat
on the board

and I guess
she wants to keep it.

...to afford
the kind of diversity

in our student body
in keeping with our mission

and make our school a mirror

of the values we want
in our own society.

To be honest, I never thought
that I would be a teacher

at a place like Coventry.

When I was young, my mom died,

and I had a lot of bumpy years,

but I was lucky enough to have
some really great teachers,

and school became my ballast.

So, when I became a teacher,
I realized

that if we're gonna change
this world, we have to do it

from the bottom
and from the top.

It's like
when John F. Kennedy said,

"With great privilege
comes great responsibility."

Great young people
don't just happen.

They come from an environment
where they've...

been challenged and nurtured.

-Great job.
-Thanks.

Really, great job.

Thank you.

The score remains exactly
97 to 98.

No more cookies, Alex.

Why do they foul so much?

Mm, that's a good question.

Either he thought
they could get way with it

or he didn't know he did it.

Either way, it's still part
of the game.

I'm glad your appetite
has returned.

Oh, everything is delicious.

Um, listen,
I want to apologize.

I had no idea
about your husband.

I thought you were
the one person brave enough

to talk to me
about something else.

-I'll be happy to do that.
-Hey, Jake,

why was that a foul?

Uh, some of the guests
have questions for you,

but apparently so does Alex.

Ask.

I had no idea she was a widow.

And you found it
easier to flirt

when you thought
she was married?

This is backward, Mr. Singer.

I gave them what they wanted.

Look, the whole thing,
it's just a bunch--

Bullshit. Mm.

Are you not tired
of preventing yourself

from a genuine involvement

in your feelings and your life?

Yes.

Simple honesty.

Before you evade
your feelings again,

tell me, will you pursue
the healthy sexual interest

between you and this dowager?

That is an antiquated term.

Or have you
already lost interest

because, in fact,
she's available?

I don't understand.

My SAT scores are, like...

Are not the same thing
as doing well in English class.

But I spent the whole summer
doing practice exams.

I mean, that should be enough--

Tell me something,
did you read just one book

during that time just for fun?

My dad thinks reading fiction
is a waste of time.

Now he's on my back like crazy.

Do me a favor,
just read the Chekhov play.

I don't care if you hate it.

-Just read it.
-Yes, Mrs. Marshall.

No, no, no, he's probably
just got the same bug as you

and the babysitter.

Oh, hang on.

No, no, I would love
to take him home myself,

but, you know, with four people
here already sick,

-I better not leave.
-I've got a free period.

I can take him home,
I know Mrs. Marshall.

-It'll be okay.
-Hang on, Mrs. Marshall.

We're trying to get
this poor boy home,

if you don't mind, Mr. Singer.

-I'm sick.
-I know,

but you're gonna get better.

My dad was sick and he died.

That was very sad
but also very rare.

My sister doesn't even realize.

She's too little.

She thinks my mom is gonna be
one of those single mothers.

Well, when your sister
gets older,

you can tell her
about her dad.

Hi, sweetie.

Mm, go lie down.

I'll be right inside, okay?

Oh, thank you so much,
Mr. Singer.

Oh, no, it was no problem.

He's a great kid,
and it's Jake, remember?

Of course. Jake, let me,

uh, give you some money
for the taxi.

-No, please, please, please.
-I insist. Thank you.

Um, well, at least
let me go get you

some wonton soup or something.

-It always works for me.
-Oh, that's so sweet,

but, um, we're already
making some, we're fine.

Oh, right,
you're probably covered.

Well, I wish I could
get you something,

but I know that sounds silly.

Why is that silly?

Well, what could I get
that you don't already have?

Try using your imagination.

Okay, I can do that.

Okay, thank you
for bringing my boy home.

Bye.

"Oh, you are so charming,
Mr. Singer.

Why do you not teach
in charm school?"

Mr. Singer?

-Mr. Singer!
-Sorry.

It's just such a pretty day.

Well, let us follow
your attention, then,

go outside for a walk.

Serious? The two of us?
Are you joking?

There are no jokes in here,
Mr. Singer.

I thought this whole process
was supposed to be

more sympathetic.

You want somebody
to be kind to you?

Is that what you want?

But that's not my function.

What I can do,
if you permit it,

is to help you obtain
this intimacy from others.

But you must give it more time.

We're doing the hard work
of clearing away all the muck

of denial, repression,
and fear.

I heard medication
works for some people.

In your case, it would be
a rank convenience.

No, if only you can face
your issues directly,

you will be capable
of love, wisdom...

satisfaction of work,
wealth, and sex

of the most hot
and juicy variety.

Now I'm sorry, but that is
the end of the session.

I must return, but please,

don't stop the treatment.

Well, look who
the cat dragged in.

Some of you may know
the infamous Jake Singer.

-Hi.
-Congratulations.

Thank you.

Andre, this is Jake.

-Jake, Andre.
-How you doing?

So you see, Andre,
now you have two of Julia's exes

here tonight
to wish you the best.

Does that speak well
of Julia or what?

Speaks well of her as an ex.

On that note, here is to Julia,

and her final beau
and never-to-be ex, Andre:

A long and happy life together.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Salut.

Jake, I've heard
so much about you.

Well, I hope
at least some of it was good.

Oh, it's all good.

It's part of who Julia is,

and I love all of her.

Aw, thank you.

Your turn.

Well, in case
some of you don't know

about Julia's other interests,

um, I found this photo

a few days ago.

You can pass it around.

Always the teacher.

That was taken the year
that we were teaching in Brazil,

and the kids in the background
showed a newfound interest

in literacy when Julia
was teaching the class.

And it was a great year for us,

um, trying to figure out
where we fit in

and how we were gonna
change the world.

And you know,
maybe we let our ideals

run away with us, but I do know
that at the end of a year

at least 15 kids learned
to think for themselves

and I learned that
I could make a difference,

and none of that
would've happened

if not for Julia.

So I'm forever in her debt.

And, um,

I also hope that
that year means as much to her

as it does to me.

Um, and so cheers

to your new life together.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

-Here, here.
-Thank you.

25 seconds left.

Hold it.

Hold the ball
before you take the shot!

Run it down, Walter,
you hear me?

I want you to run it down!

No!

All right, get back, get back!

What was that, huh?

Can't listen?

What is that Walter, huh?

What did I tell you?

You hold the ball
with 10 seconds left,

they don't get it back.

You gotta use your head
once in a while,

-use your fucking head.
-Coach, he had the open shot.

-Oh yeah?
-22 points, 9 assists.

Lay off him.

It's called
following orders, Cooper,

being part of a team.

You wanna showboat,

go on back to the playground
where we found you.

-Just ignore him, Walter.
-Who asked you, Singer?

I'm the coach here,
you skinny fuck.

Walter!

-Oh shit, Mr. Singer.
-Oh Christ.

Somebody call a doctor,
call an ambulance!

My father's a doctor.

No, I--I think
I'm gonna be fine.

Hold on a second.

Uh, Jeff, I gotta call you back.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Uh, I should've called,

but uh, the doorman says
just to come up.

The door--oh, that's Tim.

He's just the superintendent.

How--how's Alex?

Oh, he's fine, thanks.

What about you?

I can't believe
you put your head in the way

of that stupid coach.

Yeah, well, at least
it's good for something.

Uh, do--do you wanna come in?

Yeah, thank you.

Well, my maid would be
very happy here.

Uh, I--I can offer you
some dry cereal,

ginger ale, um, ibuprofen.

-Oh, no, um--
-Oh, here, here.

Thank you, I'm fine.

So I, uh--I brought you
some soup and a book.

Uh, what kind of soup?

-Oh, I can't tell you exactly.
-Why not?

Wow, that's a lot of garlic.

Yeah, and a few
mystery ingredients

I can't divulge,

let alone pronounce.

Uh, who has the secret?

Oh, this, um, lovely woman
in Guatemala.

That seems awfully far
to go for a cooking class.

Well, I went down there, um,
as a hurricane relief worker,

and, uh, drank some bad water,
got really sick,

so she fed me this soup.

And then I came up with the idea
to put out a book of local cures

to raise money.

I was gonna call it
Recipes of Necessity.

That's a good idea.

Uh, yeah.

Well, then I got married.

Where'd you get this?

Oh, I was in the office
at school

and I saw your inbox, so, um,

I borrowed it.

I loaned it to Walter,
I wonder if he read it.

How'd you like it?

It's a long way
from the Romantic poets,

but, uh, I liked it.

I mean, he redrew
the landscape, right?

Placed equal emphasis
on what's not said.

Yeah, that's right.

It was written in the margin.

Can I help you?

Yeah, why don't you
cut the mushrooms?

So,

what'd you think of it?

Um, I liked his, uh--

His style.

It was so direct,

emotionally.

Oh, yeah, uh,

he's ruthless.

-Sorry.
-Just not quite as small.

Will you please kiss me, please?

Which sexual positions
did you use?

Excuse me?

Well, you did fuck, didn't you?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

Well, did you,
as a matter of fact, enjoy it?

Greatly, I quite enjoyed it.

-She have a climax?
-Oh, what is this,

-a locker room?
-Well, what is wrong with this?

I teach high school,
I try not to linger in it.

This is often the only chance
young men in this culture

have to discuss such matters,
however crudely.

I just don't see
why it's important.

Why would anything
that marks you

as a member of the human race
count as important?

No, with your suffering,
you have evolved.

Perhaps you belong up there.

Oh, I--I didn't mean that--

No, then will you please
stop pretending

that you are unfamiliar
with these terms?

And I don't see
why I need to convince you

the importance
of your first sexual encounter

in almost a year.

Thanks, Doc.

I should go.

Uh, yeah, I was afraid
you were gonna say that.

Can--can we take it slow?

I mean, if you'd like to go on.

Uh, yeah.

Wait, what do you mean?

Just like to be careful
not to confuse the kids.

Not just the kids.

Were you happy
with your husband?

We had good times, yeah.

But we also struggled.

Both my kids are adopted.

Did he want kids
as much as you did?

A little less when he found out
he couldn't have his own.

But he loved Alex.

Yeah, he's a good kid.

Emily, though, oh wow,
she looks like trouble.

Hey, hey.

I'm kidding.

Emily's adoption isn't final.

What do you mean?

Well, we're--

We're supposed to be
a two-parent family,

but, um,

George passed away before--

The adoption agency doesn't know
your husband's dead?

Oh, I--

I know it's not smart.

Well, how--how have you managed

to keep them
from figuring it out?

Uh, before the state
grants me custody,

the agency's supposed to do
a final home check-up.

I've been dodging them so far.

That seems risky.

I know.

Sometimes you just react.

I love Emily so much.

I couldn't bear to lose her.

I'm just not sure
I should've done it.

It--it was fun,
but she's obviously

very vulnerable.

You think you're protecting
an endangered bird,

when in fact
she's a rising phoenix,

and you are under the dog.

I--I'm her dog,
is that what you're saying?

You began this liaison
by pointing out her wealth.

No, just my lack of it.

You refused to dine
with her and her guests,

with her preferring
to eat with the--

-The maids in the kitchen.
-I don't divide the world

into maids and--

Well, that's very conscientious
of you, Mr. Singer.

I will alert the media.

Hey, fuck you!

You know, if it's so important
for me to finally get laid,

why are you making me
feel weird about it?

I mean, do--do you have a wife?

Do you have a life?

Or am I just some sort of
pathetic, lousy excuse for one?

Are you through?

No, and get a goddamn
answering machine that works.

I think you could afford it.

Next week is Valentine's Day.

I'm not getting you a gift.

Last Valentine's Day card I made
was for my mother and she died.

The lover in you
is badly malnourished.

And the self-pitying side
is overfed.

Why don't you
do something romantic?

-Court the widow.
-What, now?

You think we should--?

Well, keep things light.

Enjoy yourself,
but don't get too entangled.

Are you thinking
of your parents, Mr. Singer?

-What?
-What was that?

-Someone come in here?
-No, no, no, no, no.

Don't worry, the door's locked.

It's probably the maid
or something.

Are you afraid
there must be punishment

after this domestic sex?

Mom!

I'm home.

Uh, sweetie, I'll be--
I'll be out in a second, okay?

Uh, Mommy just
got out of the shower.

-Don't stop.
-He's right outside.

Oh, come on.

It feels good
with you inside of me

in the daytime,
can't I have that?

-Yeah, but--
-So don't punish me, Jake.

Fuck me.

Alas, your sainted mother...

...was also a sexual being.

Mom, can me and Jeffrey
have a Devil Dog?

Your parents
had to fuck and suck

to make you.

Grandma says I have to ask you.

Grandma?

Sh, sh.

My mother-in-law, it's okay.

Oh, we can't--we can't do this,
we can't do this.

Oh, come on.

They chose their life,
Mr. Singer,

and they lived it.

Mom!

Uh, tell Grandma
you can have one Devil Dog!

Come around the other side.

It'll look like
you were in the office.

Hey, Claire.

I thought you were taking them
to the children's museum.

I was, but the boys wanted
to stop home for a snack first,

-and I--
-Thought you'd check up on me?

I needed the restroom anyway.

Hi, guys.

-Hey, this is Jeffrey.
-Hi, Jeffrey.

Hey, aren't you
a teacher at school?

I am, yeah, I am also
a very big fan of Devil Dogs.

Hey, how--how'd he know?

Oh, Claire, uh,
do you remember Jake Singer?

I--I believe I heard you speak.

-How are you?
-Very well, thank you.

Uh, yourself?

Good.

Uh, Jake seems to have
lost a--a fountain pen

at the fundraiser here.

Oh, how quaint.

I mean, who cares
about a pen these days?

Well, actually
it was my father's.

And, uh,
did you find it upstairs?

No, unfortunately
I couldn't find it.

Oh, won't your father
be disappointed?

Well, it's just one
of many disappointments.

Besides he didn't know
I stole it.

Why don't you stay to dinner?

If you promise
not to steal anything.

Um, no, actually
I should be going.

Yeah, um, I'm gonna
walk him out the door.

But it was very nice
to see you again.

Yeah, that's good.

Put it on--no, on me.

-All right, here, right?
-Want me to turn around?

No.

-Come on, give it to me.
-Oh, go, go, go, go, go.

It's okay, it's okay.

All right.

It's a break and go,
where do we go?

-Yes!
-Oh, yes!

-Who is it?
-Oh, hi, it's Jake Singer.

Buzzer doesn't work.

I'll be right down.

Hi, I'm Jake Singer,
I'm Walter's teacher, I called.

Actually, you know,
we've met before I think.

I remember.

He's not here.

I'm not here to harass him
or anything.

Maybe you didn't
harass him enough.

Listen, I've got
his books for him here.

He's out looking for a job.

Is he doing okay?

Ah, he won't talk much.

Is his old school
gonna take him back?

Next year.

My son did a bad thing,
but he's not a bad kid.

No, I know, if--if there's
anything I could do to help.

You tried to help Walter
and that's great,

and I'm really sorry
about your head.

But sometimes
you just have to let it go.

It's not your business anymore.

-Take care.
-Okay.

-Hello.
-Is this Jacob Singer?

-Who's this?
-I'm calling from

North Ridge Hospital.

Are you the son
of Dr. Arnold Singer?

Yeah, why.

Seatbelt.

Dad?

Dad, it's Jake.

Can you hear me?

Jacob.

Why you here?

You went into shock, Dad,

but they say
you're gonna be okay.

Routine.

Why didn't you let them
test the dye?

They're supposed to test the dye
for allergies, Dad.

You could've died.

Okay, you rest, Dad.

I'll be here.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Do you want me
to come in with you?

It's a small room.

I'm all right now, Jake,
you don't--

You don't need
to miss more work.

Ah, I'll stay
through the weekend.

What about this woman
you're seeing?

She'll understand?

Mhm.

What'd her husband die of?

Coronary thrombosis.

Well, it's mercifully quick
at least.

Sometimes.

At least it's--

It's not thought to be genetic.

Actually,
both her kids are adopted.

Have you considered this factor?

-The point is that you--
-The point is, Dad,

you would prefer
biological grandkids.

Yes, I would, I would.

-Something of your mother.
-Well,

I would, too,
and maybe that's still possible.

But for now,

I am something of my mother.

I'm not exactly
fit to entertain.

She's not gonna
be in your way, Dad.

...those kids
running around here,

that's one thing.

-You want some creamed spinach?
-I hate creamed spinach.

I told you to get
some broccoli or something.

-This is all they had, Dad.
-This will kill ya.

Listen, um,

I may propose to Allegra,

and if I do,

I'd like to use Mom's ring.

You gave it to--

What's her name?

-Julia.
-Yeah.

-Mhm.
-Lovely girl.

She gave it back.

I know.

Um, that was a mistake
and I wasn't ready,

but I am now, Dad, and even if
Allegra doesn't accept it--

Yeah, well,
why don't you find out first?

It might save me the trouble.

All right, I'll look for it,
I'll look for it.

Thank you.

I've gotta look for it.

Thanks.

Dad.

This is Allegra,
Alex, and Emily.

Hi, so sorry
to barge in on you like this.

Oh, no, no, no,
please, please, come in.

-Alex?
-Yep.

Hi.

Uh, I bet Alex would love to see

the model of the heart
that you've got.

-Ah, I know.
-Here, come on.

Sit over here.

This here is a pump.

Sends the blood
all through the body.

Take that thing off there
with that pin.

Look inside.

Where's the embolism?

You know what that is?

Heard a doctor say it
about my dad.

Oh, it's kind of a hard thing
for a kid to know about.

Could it happen to me?

No.

I don't think
you have to worry about it.

Are you worried about it?

Guess not.

Good.

-Can I go outside now?
-Sure.

I hope it was all right,
showing him this.

He really seemed
to want to know.

I think it, um--
it really helps him

to hear it from someone
who's experienced

that kind of loss.

You must be a--a good teacher.

Jake must get it from somewhere.

Wanted to teach him
at one time myself,

to be a surgeon.

Wasn't meant to be.

Dr. Singer,
if ever an English teacher

was like a surgeon
in spirit, it's Jake.

That's very nice of you to say.

Makes absolutely no sense.

Well, uh,
it was worth a try, right?

I guess.

Tell me something.

What do you want from Jake?

You're very direct.

Well, he's head over heels.

I can see why.

But you've had--well, you have
pretty much a life and kids,

and I was wondering.

I know he would like
to have a child of his own.

Is that an option with you?

I——

Aren't you
jumping the gun a bit?

Can we just give it some time
and see what happens?

Sure.

Take care, Alex.

Take care of yourself,
good to meet ya.

-Bye.
-Bye.

- I hope you feel better.
-Thanks.

-Bye, Dad, thanks.
-Son, thank you.

-Mhm.
-She's really something.

- I know.
-Complicated business.

-You know what you're doing?
-Mhm.

Can we talk about this later?

-Sure.
-If you could keep an open mind,

-it would mean a lot to me, Dad.
-I'll try.

Right.

Drive safely.

Mr. Singer.

What are you doing?

Watering your plant.

I see.

Mr. Singer,
where were you this morning?

-What do you mean?
-They called your name

in assembly for that
London thing next semester.

-Really?
-Yeah, it was funny.

Proctor looked around
and when you weren't there

he said you were off devising

the hardest
qualifying test ever.

Oh, my God, Proctor tried
to make a joke, about me?

Yeah, I guess so, why?

Uh, it could be the end
of the world as we know it.

Whatever,
see you later, Mr. Singer.

Bye, guys.

Claire's away, temp maid today.

Could you bring Alex home?

Yes.

Good news.

How about dinner?

Okay. Need to go downtown
to the adoption agency at four.

Should be back by six.

Mom said your mom died
when you were my age.

Yeah, she did.

Did you miss her a lot?

I still do.

At least you have your dad.

He let me pick up one
of those knives doctors use,

what do you call them?

Uh, scalpels.

Yeah, that's right: scalpels.

Your dad was cool.

Well, I'm glad you like him.

Did you have any fights
with him?

Uh, yeah, we, uh,
we had some big arguments.

Are you gonna marry my mom?

Why?

Do you want me to?

I don't know.

It would be kinda weird.

Can I think about it?

Hi. Good afternoon.

Mrs. Callucci is waiting
for you and Mrs. Marshall

in the living room.

Mrs. Callucci?

Um, uh...okay.

Listen, can you do me a favor

and just put on some coffee?

Oh, sure.

Here, hold the baby.

Okay.

Good girl, good girl.

Uh, hey, it's me.

Look, Ms. Callucci is here,

so could you just call me
when you pick up this message?

-Hi.
-Ms. Callucci?

At last. You must be--

I thought
you were going to meet

with Allegra at your office.

No, we had always scheduled
a 4:00 home visit for today.

-She didn't tell you?
-Oh no, she did,

but there just must
have been a mix-up.

Ah, well, if she doesn't come
soon, we can call my office.

In the meantime, do you mind
if we get started, Mr. Marshall?

Yeah, she seems tired.

Well, it's nice to see you
bonding with her,

especially since
you've been away so much.

You know, well, actually--

Yes, you were very difficult
to pin down.

Now we have to visit
both of you, in this case,

because of the birth mother's
imperative:

She was alone
and is very clear

about wanting her daughter

raised
in a two-parent household.

No, I do understand that.

How has having Emily affected
your relationship with Allegra?

Um, well,
she's happy being a mother,

and that in turn
makes me happy.

Is it different,
having a girl?

I don't think so.

Alex is going to get older,

and then he and I
will do things,

and Emily and Allegra
can do things.

Wait, so you're adopting a child

to balance your books,
so to speak?

No, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean it that way.

Um, I guess being around
the kids,

I've been able to discover,
I guess,

deeper feelings for Allegra.

It's sort of like
seeing somebody in a new light,

um, almost like
discovering a new person.

Well, that's so nice.

Uh, this form is a formality.

Uh, okay, but I usually just
let the lawyers look at it.

Hi.

I am so sorry
about the mix-up.

I didn't realize
it was a home visit.

My secretary
must have gotten it wrong.

Well, your husband and I
have had a lovely chat.

Really?

It's so helpful having
two such active parents

to take up the slack.

George was just telling me
how all of this

has changed your relationship
for the better.

Right, um...

Would you excuse us
for a second?

I just need to grab a glass
of water.

Oh, certainly.

We'll be right back,
Miss Callucci.

Sure.

You told her
you were my husband?

No, I did not.
The new maid did.

She just started
asking questions,

so I played along.

I thought it was
the right thing to do.

What were you thinking?

I didn't think,
I just reacted.

And I thought it would help.

What do I tell her now?

Mr. Singer!

A lie is a failure
to understand oneself.

These are precisely the ways
in which we derail our lives.

I didn't purposely plan on it.

No one ever does, Mr. Singer.

Nevertheless,
when you start to drive

ass-backward through life,

it can be very hard to stop.

And you realize too late

the major decisions
of your life

are lying in the road

like so many
crushed squirrels.

I guess we have
to tell her the truth.

Yeah, I guess.

No, I thought his name
was George.

No--well, yeah, it, um,
yes, it was George.

This is my friend
Jake Singer.

My husband George
died ten months ago,

and I've just gotten back
on my feet.

I'm so sorry.

I should have told you
this sooner.

I see.

Well, this is most unusual.

I went to your office today
to clarify this,

I'm sure you can imagine
how difficult it's been.

You see, Emily is meant
to be my daughter.

We've gotten so close
and I love her so much.

But you do know about

the two-parent stipulation,
of course?

Of course I do,
but that's just it.

I mean, there must be
some way around it.

Well, why don't we put this
aside for the moment.

Yes, let's reschedule

and I can do
the data collection later.

Miss Callucci,
I would just like to apologize.

You better get
your stories straight.

Now this is not a game.

I'll be in touch very soon.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr. Marshall.

It gives me no satisfaction,
you know,

that this ill-advised
emotional involvement

shall only have brought
everyone more pain.

But I still think that,
given half a chance,

she and I could be
good together,

we could move forward.

You're not even facing forward.

That is not fair.

Life is unfair, Mr. Singer,

but that is a ballad you should
restrict to the shower.

You had a good chance
to make a clean break.

What did you do?

You involved yourself further.

But I don't want
to make a clean break.

You disregarded my advice.

I have followed a lot
of your advice,

but when I don't
you act like it's a betrayal.

You're worse than my father.
And I am not your son.

I am not the cause
of your unhappiness.

My father said the same thing,
and I know it,

but maybe it's us
who should make a clean break.

I've tried my best.

And you have
given me a lot.

But for now...

...it's enough.

Maybe another time.

There are no maybes, Mr. Singer.

You walk out that door,
our work is over.

You understand
what I'm telling you?

I was going to mail it,
but it was too much trouble.

I thought somebody had died.

Who's left?

Thank you, Dad.

I appreciate it.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's a long story
but in short,

I found myself pretending to be
Allegra's dead husband,

to help with the adoption.

-Uh-huh, and...?
-I don't know.

I think I made a mistake
in the heat of the moment,

and it might be too late.

She's upset?

Yes.

Well, what does
your therapist advise?

You're my only doctor now, Dad,
so advise away.

I don't know, Jake.

You've got to trust
your instincts.

Yeah, the last time
I did that, Dad,

I got my head cracked open
and then I lost my girlfriend.

So what more
have you got to lose?

My pride, my dignity.

Ephemera, Jake...

Illusions.

Oh, hey, hey, did I tell you?

No.

I got the London semester.

That's great.

So, maybe next year
you could come and visit?

That would be grand,
I'd like that.

Don't give up.

Thanks, Dad.

I've got to go.

Mrs. Callucci.

I just want a moment
of your time.

You already had that.

I would like to marry Allegra.

I'd like to try being a father
to Emily.

I realized that
while I was speaking to you.

Let me ask you something.

Did you start seeing her

before or after
her husband died?

No, after, after.

I just met her after.

So you barely know her,
is that it?

No, I think I know her
very well.

Starting a family, Mr. Singer,

requires thinking beyond
the heat of the moment.

Now, I am obligated
to tell the adoption agency

what caused the holdup
in state approval.

After that,
it's their decision.

I can't interfere.

Can't or won't?

I don't like being lied to,
Mr. Singer.

Please excuse me.

Now what?

At least let me know
what you think of the ring?

My father gave this
to my mother,

and I hope to give it
to Allegra.

Good luck to you.

Now please go.

Give her another chance.

She deserves it
and so does Emily.

And to be frank, Ms. Callucci,
so do I.

It's Jake.

I'm sorry.

She doesn't want to.

I know this is hard.

I know you meant well.

Don't tell her
I told you this,

but she's having lunch
around the corner

tomorrow at one.

Jake?

Julia, hey.

- I know, right.
-Congratulations.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

I hear you're dating
an older woman.

Oh, you know,
not all widows are older.

But how's married life
anyway?

Well, it's good.

It's not easy, but it's good.

Listen, Julia,

did we ever stand a chance,
you and me?

Sure. Of course.

No, seriously.

If I had gotten
my act together,

would you have taken me on?

Yeah, more than you realize.

What is wrong?

Nothing,
um, I just have to go.

Listen, congratulations.

Thank you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-I'll see you soon, Bye
-Bye.

Allegra.

Jake, what are you doing here?

Claire told me you'd be here.

Listen.

I did a stupid thing,
and I'm sorry.

But I love you but I don't want
to lose you over it.

I want to be with you.

I want to try to be a father
to Alex and Emily.

And I know
that you're scared,

but just think about this
for a second.

The birth mother's stipulation
is a two-parent family.

So even if it didn't work,

you'd still have Emily.

That's not what it's about,
Jake.

My husband died
less than a year ago.

I'm--I'm just not ready
to have another one yet.

I'm sorry.
I should go.

Hey, come on.

We need you.

Come play.

Are you pulling them out
at the same time?

No, that's too many.

Hi, Ms. Callucci.

Thank you for coming back in.

Thank you.

Jacob, I have here
the rough draft

of the London itinerary.

I'm sure you'll have
some ideas of your own,

but I thought
we'd better start planning.

We've had a record number
of students apply.

The Freud Museum, huh?

Oh, yes, yes,
the Freud Museum.

That's a must.

That's a must. Come.

Okay, I know that this
is the last day of class,

but please let us try
to concentrate.

This is a particularly good day
to discuss The Stranger,

since many of you
are about to face

the existential dilemma
of the summer:

internship in
your father's corporation

or beach with friends.

Phil, how did you manage
with The Stranger?

Uh, okay, I guess.

I mean,
it's really frustrating.

I was waiting
for this huge, profound moral

and nothing--
it just didn't happen.

Chris, what do you think
Camus is trying to say?

Maybe that like modern man's
like in serious trouble

if he doesn't feel
any allegiances to anything?

Scott, what kind of trouble?

I mean, the guy just drifts,
everything is a hassle for him:

family, religion, civil law.

Okay, so, the difficult process
of self-definition

can be avoided and you can
just glide through the world.

But that would be
everyone's loss?

Yeah, but I still don't know
why he had to shoot that guy.

I mean, he could have
just shot in the air

and scared them off.

What would your father say?

I don't think he's read Camus.

What do you think he'd say?

Wrong place, wrong time.

But he's still responsible
for what he did.

So,

much of what makes us
who we are

is up to chance.

There are many forces
out there

that are beyond our control.

But you can't stand apart.

You have to embrace.

The difficult job of life

is building a structure
for yourself,

out of the remnants
of your past

but also having the faith

that your talents
will provide for your future.

Hey, that's exactly
what I wrote on my paper.

Did you copy me, Mr. Singer?

Okay.

Have a good summer.

Mr. Singer,
have fun in London, baby!

Hey, Mr. Singer,
have a jolly good time

eating bangers and mash
in London!

Thank you very much.

Have a good summer, you guys.

Cheerio, Singer.

Hi.

Hi.

Did you get my messages?

Yeah.

You didn't call back.

Look, I wanted
to tell you something.

I have to go.

No, I just wanted to say
I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I was wrong to blame you.

It wasn't fair.

It's fine.

Look, I know you're upset
with me,

but I just want to thank you.

Whatever you did
or whatever you told Callucci

made a difference.

Emily can stay with me.

Good, I'm glad.

I'm glad it worked out.

Jake.

I've missed you.

I've missed you too.

I don't understand.

Have you met someone else?

No,

but I've held on
to someone else for too long,

and it almost killed me.

But it didn't,
it didn't kill you, did it?

No.

That's what love is, Jake.

It isn't your sanguine sunrise

or your deep embattled clouds.

It's seeing your husband die

and being able
to stand up again,

or getting your heart broken

and being brave enough
to try again.

Can you please
take me home, please?

Give me a second, huh?

I'll be right back, okay?

Are you really going
to follow through

with this mistake?

Give me that back and get out.

You're giving me an ultimatum?

You haven't a clue
what you're doing.

I am asking you to please go.

And I am saying
that your unconscious

is pleading for me to stay.

I labored to unlock your psyche,

and you fled at the first sign
of improvement.

Oh, you admit it.

I'm improved.

But you have so much more.

That I could only get from you.

I'm the last great Freudian,
Mr. Singer.

The last in a line stretching
from Moses to Aristotle

to Cicero to Milton.

Moral visionaries.

You think you have found
your answer in this woman,

but you are still looking
for the mother you have lost.

I know that I am better
in a relationship than alone.

Better in love.

There is so much more
that you could be

but will never come near
if you take this easy road.

Admit it,
at least to yourself.

I--I don't think
this is gonna be easy,

to be a father
to her children?

But...

I'm willing to take a shot, Doc.

And I'm getting married.

And you're not invited.

So, scram.

-This is your last chance!
-Get in the closet.

Don't be a fool!

Jake?

Hey.

What's in the closet?

Just junk, old junk.

Too much.

Too much.

Are you okay?

You look like
you've seen a ghost?

Um, I don't believe in ghosts.