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This is the championship 100 freestyle

qualification heat for the east coast Olympic trials.

Gentlemen, get behind your blocks.

Matt Travis was a great swimmer.

Step up.

Take your marks.

But it wasn't just that he was a great swimmer.

It was simply that he was greater at swimming

than anyone I ever knew was good at

whatever they were good at.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Matt Travis was a legend

at 10, 15, 20...

and he hated the attention.

Hey!

Come on. Let's go.

But the only thing he hated more than the attention...

was swimming.

Matt Travis hated to swim

more than anyone I knew hated to do

whatever they hated to do.

And when someone hates something that much...

it doesn't matter how good they are at it.

But you can't expect other people to understand that.

Tim, can you go wake up your brother?

Please.

Matt.

Matt!

Where are the bedroom keys?

Under the bathroom sink.

What?

Behind you. What in the world have you tracked through my...?

Oh, no!

This is where we live, Mom.

She thinks she can sit on her porch

and smoke cigarettes on this day?

She is blowing the smoke in my face.

You're being dramatic.

It's a free country.

And that's the problem, Timmy.

She doesn't talk about me when you go over there, does she?

Do you really think I'd let her?

You wouldn't tell me anyway, would you?

No.

We would have been heading to Atlanta

for Olympic trials in May.

She bought a new grill.

She doesn't even have a husband,

and she buys a new grill.

Are you expecting her to come over?

Of course not.

She's screwing Bill McKenna.

He manages The Home Depot.

He bought her the grill.

Is this the boy we've been hearing so much about?

Is this the one?

How about it, fella?

Oh, yeah, he's gonna be

a swimmer like his brother,

huh, Benny?

I can see it now.

When he gets into high school,

he's gonna sprout like his brother

and he'll be a champion.

He's 17, Hal. He's graduating this year.

Lightning doesn't strike twice.

Don't worry, honey.

He's just an old, bitter asshole.

Which one?

Take your pick.

What was it like?

"It"?

I stepped in the blood, and...

"it" was like a crater.

Like a giant, um...

canyon.

His head was split open right in the middle

and just...

Looked like he was praying.

Praying?

Praying to God.

You know that the most important

moments in our lives are lost.

And we can never retrieve them

because they've been disintegrated.

And once they're gone,

how much longer are we going

to be able to remember them?

That's why Joe thinks that

we need a digital camera.

I know exactly what you mean.

I am so hungry.

Did you see the spread?

Yeah. Yeah, well, I'm doing protein,

so there's nothing.

I brought a tuna fish...

Excuse me.

I'm here to pay my respects, Sandy.

I'm so sorry.

Tim?

Your mother said you used to

play the piano like Beethoven.

We have a piano.

You can come over any time of the day.

Even to talk.

Yeah.

Would you like that?

Later.

Hey.

You got a new grill?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, this is Ginny.

Hi.

Ginny, this is Tim.

He's, uh... Was Matt Travis's brother.

Really?

Oh, you don't look anything like him.

I'm really sorry.

That kind of thing can fuck you up for life.

If I ask you something,

promise you won't think I'm, like...

Yeah, of course.

Forget about it.

No.

I'm gonna blow up an M80

in the bathroom at school tomorrow.

What? Really?

You're very late for dinner.

And you're too old to be up this late.

Was he really that unhappy, Tim?

Mmm. He broke a lot of dishes.

He stopped washing his clothes about three weeks ago.

He spent a lot of time in the shower.

He was masturbating.

He was crying.

You cut yourself.

They don't make shot glasses as strong as they used to.

Uh-huh.

Parents neither.

You're gonna need stitches.

Come on.

When was the last time you went to a doctor?

When they tied my tubes.

I bet we're the only mother and son in town

who can say "masturbating" to each other and not laugh.

I don't want to have that conversation ever again.

What?

Don't worry. I did not read your diary.

So are you gonna go to

jazz band practice tomorrow?

No. Uh... I quit.

Sorry.

Sorry, Tim.

Sorry, Tim.

Sorry.

Sorry, man.

Sorry.

I cringe to ask,

but did anyone find the three minutes

to do their reading?

No, of course you didn't.

- What was that? - I don't know.

You've got to be kidding me.

Hey. Hey, you!

You can't leave campus!

What's your name? Tell me your name!

People are so stupid

I can't bear to live around them anymore.

And they only get worse.

You just have to find the one quality

that makes them bearable.

Like me.

I'm your mother, so you have to like me.

Okay. Mm-hm.

What about Dad's?

Well...

he used to make me feel like I was

the only person... in a crowded room.

Kyle set that fire at your school...

with a cherry bomb.

No.

It was an M80.

The truth is you won't understand

how good for you I am

until I'm dead.

I never really loved my parents till they died.

I...

I certainly never told them.

Steph told me that she loves me.

I didn't say it back.

Well...

do you love her?

I don't know.

Then you don't, Timmy.

Timmy, I, um...

I've got a surprise for you.

Want one?

What is that?

Ecstasy.

Kyle, it's the middle of the day.

We're mowing lawns.

Exactly.

I don't speak Spanish.

Somebody give me a back rub.

Do you want to talk about it?

Can...? Can we talk about something else?

Sure.

What happened to your back?

I tripped.

It's nothing.

You still want to go to the party on Friday?

Of course.

What do you say we finally made it a night to remember?

I love you.

Do you love me?

Of course.

Is there any more chicken?

That's all I made.

I don't see why we should do this, Ben.

I agree. It's creepy.

Okay, this is really creeping me out.

I won't be making all this extra food for every meal.

It's wasteful.

It doesn't bring him back.

We'll do it because I say so.

We'll do it because he will be alive at this table,

and because he is my son,

and because he was the only thing in this family.

You'll make the food,

and you'll shut the fuck up.

He's losing his mind.

Penny.

Things fall apart,

and we put them back together.

Don't feel you have to

come home early from this party tonight.

Okay? One of us should have some fun.

And you... don't be such a stranger.

You don't have to wait for a holiday

to come home, you know.

All right. So you'll come visit me, huh?

I told the girls all about your magic fingers.

Abracadabra.

Okay.

Have fun tonight. Don't do anything I would do.

Come here.

I left you something in the medicine cabinet.

Your ride is here.

Do you need any money?

No, thanks.

I'll leave you a 20 on the table.

What?

You're not gonna do anything...

bad to yourself...

are you?

Are you?

My life is really, really, really hard.

Fraught with uncertainty, doubt, pressures.

I have real problems to deal with.

Wouldn't you say so, Tim?

Not really. What are you talking about?

Aren't you sad?

Why would I be sad?

Aren't you sad that your brother died?

Well, I am. I'm sad.

But those morticians...

Those morticians are amazing.

They're like artists.

Some of them are, like, really amazing artists.

They plugged his brother's head,

and you couldn't even see any hole.

Mm. At all.

Mmm.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Jesus Christ, stop it.

Sorry.

You know, I just...

want everything to go back to normal again.

Oh!

Fine.

I'm perfectly fine.

Damn, I left my camera in the kitchen.

Do you want me to do it again? I can go do it again.

Go get your camera.

Still fine. Party hard!

Everything is back to normal.

I need papers.

Um... rolling papers

to make a...

...joint.

Cut one of these in half.

Knock out the tobacco.

Fill it.

Close it, one side a little smaller than the other.

Lick it, light it, smoke it.

Thank you.

Uh-uh.

It's on me.

Thanks.

Whoa.

What?!

You believe in karma?

Yeah.

What goes around comes around.

What do you think about euthanasia?

I don't know. I support it, I guess.

Play something.

You think it's okay to kill someone

if they're in desperate pain

and really... killing them is the only way to stop it?

You think it's okay

to have that kind of control over someone's life?

Well, I mean, only if they're gonna die anyway.

Play something. I've never even heard you play.

Yeah, but everyone dies anyway.

I mean, all children eventually die, Stephanie.

All babies die.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

I don't know.

Forget it.

Do you want to have sex?

Well, just pull out, okay?

Come on my face. I love that.

Oh, God. That's like walking in on your parents.

I've never even seen my parents kiss.

You're lucky.

Come on.

I always wanted to do it in a 3-year-old girl's bedroom.

I swear.

There's a first time for everything.

Tim. Don't.

Tim.

Jesus Christ, Tim!

What...? I don't want to talk about it.

Don't do this.

Do what? What are you ta...?

Who did that to you?

They'll go away in a few weeks.

We can wait, okay?

Just don't ask me to talk about it.

I don't care. I just want to know what happened.

They'll go away, and everything will be normal.

What are you trying to say to me?

I don't love you.

When I get really wasted,

I have a counterpart named Lo...

What's wrong with you?

What, did little Timmy do this to you?

Get out of here, Jack.

Want me to make him beg for his life?

I'll make him beg for his life again.

Would you like that? Make you happy?

It was you?

No. No.

Get out of here.

Okay, kids, the party's over. Everybody disperse.

You've gotta drive.

Oh, I thought you...

I can't.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, no.

Sandy!

Sandy!

Sandy, wake up!

Shit.

Shit. Shit.

Shit!

Oh!

Oh.

Hello.

Dr. Bennett to ICU.

Dr. Bennett to ICU.

Who's that? It's my mother.

She hates hospitals.

Who did this to you? He did it to himself.

I didn't ask you, Nurse Shit-For-Brains.

He didn't throw himself through a fucking window.

I can tell you that. He was drunk-driving.

I'll be right back, okay?

Open up.

What's this?

It's a miracle of modern medicine.

It'll relieve all your pain, anxiety and worries.

It'll make everything feel normal again.

Dr. Levine. Is he okay?

He has a hairline fracture in his left femur.

Three months in this cast, and he'll be fine.

But...

he has some serious bruises on his body,

and they've been there a while.

Trauma team to ER, Bay Four.

Trauma team to ER, Bay Four.

Steph.

Is he okay? Who has been hitting my son?

Jack Johnson.

This bully at our school.

Is he here?

We already spoke to the police,

and I promise you, Jack was not the only one

that's bringing drugs into that party.

Send him out here. We already spoke...

Jack?

Sandy Travis.

Look, um...

you can... tease, torture, punch, drive drunk with me.

I can forgive you.

Hell, I can understand it. I'm a good Christian.

You know, I can forgive and forget.

But, um...

you mess with my kid,

and may God himself descend from heaven

to protect you.

Because as long as I live... And I will outlive you all.

...I will wake up and go to sleep at night

just dreaming up ways

to make your petty, insignificant lives

into hell on earth.

You fuck with my kid again...

You fuck with him,

and I will fuck with everything you hold dear.

Nice trailer.

Don't you go to school with me?

You're Mandy Matthews, right?

What happened to you?

What happened to you?

Well, I've been trying to relocate

to a higher plane of life.

Unsuccessfully.

You have to cut up and down, not across.

Yeah, if you don't mind

bleeding slowly for five hours.

Why?

Because there is nothing here

that I even remotely care about.

I got nothing to fight for.

And if I don't want to live here,

why should I have to?

And I don't care how much better off

I am than everyone else.

I... It's not the point.

Think you're my new hero.

You know, one of two things happens

when you meet your heroes.

Either they're...

assholes...

or they're just like you are.

Either way, you always lose.

Hey, guns always hit their mark.

Yeah. Only if you really wanna die.

Come on, Tim. It's time to go.

Before we begin our assembly,

I have to report some terrible news.

Sophomore Mandy Matthews took her own life last night.

I'd like us all to observe a moment of silence

for Mandy while her best friend, Angela, reads an original poem

found in Mandy's school notebook.

"Is there something wrong?" She said

"Of course there is You're still alive," she said

Do I deserve to be? Is that the question?

And if so...

If so, who answers?

Who answers?

It's noon.

You have a ride to community service,

so I'm going to the grocery.

Do you want anything?

One of those chocolate energy bars and a Fleet's enema.

I'm not buying you chocolate.

Shark cartilage.

No, that's herbal crap.

Look for the orange bottles.

Sustanon.

Gross. It means testosterone.

Okay, here we go.

Digoxin?

No, no, no.

HGH. Oh, man, don't even ask.

Hydrocodone.

Jackpot.

Hey, I thought you said your mom didn't go to doctors.

They're my dad's.

Oh.

The quiet one's always a secret lunatic, huh?

Well, at least he's around.

No one's seen your dad for 10 years.

Touché.

All right, man. I'll come get you at 2.

Come on. We're late.

Oh!

What did you take?

I'll be fine, man. I feel great.

Give me something.

Dude... it's Viagra.

Sorry. I mixed 'em up.

Hey, isn't that your dad?

You want to stop?

Hell, no.

You must be the community service boys.

Kyle and Tim, right?

This is an extra special day for the residents.

It's casino day.

You'll have to get a sitting job, though.

Well, what happened to your leg?

It's a war injury,

and I don't like to talk about it.

Oh.

That's cute.

Yeah.

They'll love that here.

Agh!

What happened to your leg?

War injury.

Which war?

Vietnam.

Does anyone have a seven?

This isn't Go Fish, Murph. This is poker.

As far as I know, the Vietnam conflict was 30, 40 years ago.

Which division were you in?

I was in the secret Marines.

The secret Marines?

Mm-hm.

Come on, we're done. Let's go.

Oh, you're doing some hiking.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah. Got to keep the energy up.

Doing some hiking. Staying fit.

Running a marathon, maybe.

You know. Uh...

Twenty-one miles.

Have you done this before?

Yesterday I was the bag boy.

Oh.

You must be, like, what, 30?

You must be, what, 13?

God, you're a beautiful woman.

You are.

That's a beautiful shirt you're wearing.

Can I give you my number?

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm serious.

Okay.

I'm not even really hungry yet, you know?

You know, grab something.

Yeah. Yeah. Maybe. I don't know.

Hi. I was, um...

I'm looking for the good stuff.

The good stuff?

Yeah. You know...

The, uh... real stuff.

Oh. The real stuff.

Yeah.

Like what?

Marijuana.

You want to buy marijuana?

Hey. I grew up in the '60s. I can handle it.

I'm no snitch. I mean...

I may look like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, but, uh...

I just got asked out on a date by a college student, so...

How much do you want?

I think we can help you out.

Just, um... give me one second.

Oh. That one looks like it hurts.

Can you come through here?

You're under arrest for the solicitation of marijuana.

Please hold your hands in front of you.

I'll read you your rights on the way to the car.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Your parents should be ashamed of you.

Nothing I can do about it.

There's a camera installed in the store.

And this is my job.

Oh, fuck off, you narc.

I can't explain this to my husband.

I mean...

this is embarrassing for the entire family.

Just let me do my penance.

Bad judgment.

Bad judgment. That's what this was.

I'm a grown woman. I'm a mother!

Don't you have a mother?

My mother respects the law.

This is even more depressing than I thought it would be.

Are you a prostitute?

I'm a whore.

Oh.

Okay.

That is a filthy habit.

Aren't you afraid of lung cancer?

No. Not anymore.

Mrs. Travis? Yes.

You've reached the office of Ben Travis.

Please leave a message.

He must be at lunch.

It's almost 5:00.

Can you...?

Can I just give you a check,

and you drive me back to my, um, car?

I'm sorry the heater's not working.

I've been meaning to get it fixed, but...

You're so nice to do this.

It wasn't... Really, it wasn't any trouble.

No, I'm...

I'm really sorry.

Don't be sorry.

It's really... not a problem.

Oh! Fuck!

You are the perfect image of health, Ben.

You haven't changed since high school.

What's the secret?

Well...

How is everything?

You're a strong family.

You'll pull through.

You always have.

Your boy was in this afternoon.

My boy? Oh, Timmy had his cast off.

Oh. It's about time.

Leg healed up just in time for the holidays.

Christmas is coming up soon, Ben.

You might want to think about having some work done.

A little pick-me-up might do you some good.

You're all dealing with this in such different ways.

Whoo!

I got another one. Wait a minute.

All right, you do it.

Oh!

No, you have to do it once.

Come on. All right.

As hard as you can.

Aww.

Oh, I can't make it.

Timmy, we're gonna go to a Christmas party

at the Goldstein" house.

You should bring Steph.

Um, we're not dating anymore.

You're still friends, right?

You like that band Nirvana?

If you need some cash to go to a concert,

you know, let me know.

What?

Well...

The lead singer, um, killed himself...

years ago.

Where have you been?

What do you think about cosmetic surgery?

Like, um, face-lifts... for example.

I mean, they say it takes away 10 years or more.

Ten years!

Don't be silly.

No, honey. Um...

Your birthday's coming up.

We've been in such a rut, you know, with...

Matt, and...

It's given us all 20 years.

It would make you feel younger.

I know how everything is hard on you.

I know that.

It's hard on me too.

Everything you're going through...

I'm going through it too.

But you don't have to be such a bastard.

Okay?

I mean, come on!

Hmm.

So nice to have you home again.

It's Christmas.

We do it every year.

Hi.

Babka?

You made it!

Welcome to the first annual Goldstein Christmas party.

Come on in.

Oh, a cake. Thank you.

It's babka. A babka.

All right, everybody. Shh! Shh! Shh! These are the Travi.

Really "Travis," but plural. "Travi."

Alright, Travi, from left to right we have:

Jane, Susie, Lester the molester,

Jean, Harlan, Matt, Matt,

Midge, Karen, Kiki, Herb and Vern.

All right, everybody. The Travi!

Hi.

All right, let's get this party started!

Merry Christmas.

And happy Hanukkah.

College girls are the bomb.

Hmm.

You're telling me.

Oh.

Are you...?

Tonight I am.

Hey, kiddo.

Oh, you got your cast off.

I thought you were gonna kill yourself.

Things change.

A toast, huh?

To antidepressants.

Who are you?

Me llamo Vern.

Je m'appelle Penny.

Penny.

I used to collect pennies.

I used to collect Verns.

Do you happen to have

a 1978 in mint condition?

Merry Christmas.

Tim!

Tim. Tim will play something.

Play something on the piano.

Come on.

Show them you're good at something.

My hand still hurts from the accident.

There's nothing wrong with your hand.

You owe me $2000.

What?

Your piano lessons. They cost me $2000.

I didn't intend to spend it on drugs.

That's what you're doing, right? Buying drugs?

Ben! Huh?

Sucking cocaine with the little monster next door?

I'm sure of it. Ben!

So?

I took the lessons.

I went every time. I just never learned.

Sue me.

Hey... if I could.

Ha.

Ugh! Excuse me for living.

For New Year's you're coming with me.

This is a party.

Hey, hey!

Baby!

You're Penny's brother, right?

Matt?

Tim.

How about something extra...

Tim?

Don't tell your sister.

You draw your lines in some pretty strange places, Tim.

Try it once. Let's see what happens.

Oh, my God. Your hair's so fluffy.

You're like the fucking Easter bunny.

You should feel my tail.

Was that a joke?

I don't know.

Come on, let's get out of here.

How is it?

I can't stop grinding my teeth.

And I can't think straight.

So you have to think about things that never change.

Like, look at the stars.

Same stars as last week, last year.

When we were kids.

Before we were even born.

In a hundred years, no one will ever know who we were.

They'll know those same stars.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Ohh! Ow!

Hey... what time is it, anyway?

Holy shit. It's only 11:45.

I thought we were missing something.

The countdown!

Hey. Fuck it.

Let's just sleep right here.

No, come on. We'll go to my house.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Knocks off the fat!

The bun warmers heat rolls, biscuits, muffins...

I would have left first, but I live here.

I don't know what just happened.

I seem to remember putting...

Don't say that, Kyle.

What, man? What do you want me to say?

It was the ecstasy.

The ecstasy?

The ecstasy.

Listen, Tim, I'm not...

Honestly, I'm not, man.

You might be.

It makes sense.

But I'm not.

You've reached the office of Ben Travis.

Please leave a message.

Franklin and Clyde. How may I direct your call?

Yes, um, I'd like to speak to Ben Travis.

It's his wife. I keep getting his voice mail.

One moment, please.

Sandy, it's Bob Clyde.

Ben's not here. He's still on leave.

Leave?

Sandy, it was... It was clear to us

that Ben wasn't that happy being cooped up in an office.

So, uh...

So the company gave him

a three-month leave of absence.

But if he's not here, he must be...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything.

I just...

What I meant was if...

he's not here, where does he go all day?

I don't know what to say.

I love you.

You gotta be kidding me.

You don't look so good.

Do you think it's my fault that he killed himself?

No.

Do you think it was Dad's?

Maybe.

I think he does too.

Have you ever considered it?

Doesn't everyone?

Sometimes I think you're the only one stopping me.

You shouldn't be saying this to me.

I never had this

or a thousand other conversations like this

with your brother.

We never told each other the truth.

Sometimes I feel like I don't fit into this family.

You're too much like me.

People like us...

We don't fit in everywhere.

Um...

If there's anything you want

from your brother's room,

take it out tonight.

Why?

Because it'll be gone tomorrow.

Sandy, I'm coming over.

Shit.

Our sons have taken up our little war.

Did you know that?

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!

I'm not the one who should be apologizing, Sandy!

You fucked my husband.

And now you're the one who won't speak to me!

What kind of backwards logic tells you that's valid?

It's not about that.

Okay. I'm sorry I told Ben.

I thought he had the right to know.

You don't know what kind of problems it caused.

Sandy, it didn't even phase him.

Your problems ran a lot deeper than my big mouth.

Marge... show me my life the way it should have worked.

Show me the life I would have had

without your big mouth.

Show me the life I deserved.

I can't.

No one ever touched you.

Fuck off.

There you go.

That one's for your mom.

Teach him a lesson, huh?

Touch him again, I will scalp you!

I will fucking cut your face off!

Whoa. Whoa. Come on.

That's enough.

Let go of me.

I can't go to community service today.

Don't mention it.

Oh, it's your last day.

I sure am gonna miss you.

Oh. What happened to your nose?

It's a war injury. I told you,

I don't like to talk about it.

Oh, I never get tired of that one.

I get very tired of that one.

Fuck!

Sandy!

Sandy?

Sandy!

Mom!

What am I doing here?

Did you do this to me?

No.

Leave that alone. Sweetie, sweetie.

Leave it, leave it, leave it, leave it.

Sandy.

When was the last time you were checked up for real?

Something is wrong with your body.

I know.

Tim. Tim!

What?

Did you see this note? No.

Did...? Come on.

Come on! We've gotta go. We gotta go, Tim.

What happened to your face?

It's nothing. What's happening?

Come sit over here.

You guys are speaking again?

Your mom is a strong woman.

You mean "bitch," right?

Don't say "bitch" in the hospital, dear.

What am I gonna do?

Start by passing me the joint.

In life?

What am I going to do for the rest of my life?

All of a sudden, it matters.

Well, Tim, the secret to the success of life

is to find something that you love.

Is there something that you love?

Yes.

Good.

Then you have to do that for the rest of your life.

And you better hope to hell that you're good at it,

because if you're not,

then you'll probably fail.

How do you know if you're good at it?

How do you know if you're good at it?

Yes.

People tell you.

Isn't there such a thing as a human heart?

Now, that is the better question.

Well, if you listen closely,

you can hear 'em breaking.

You all right?

It's okay.

You okay?

It's all right.

It's all right.

How did we let it happen, Sandy?

Um, I'm not sure exactly which "it" we're talking about.

Everything's going to be okay.

We should save whatever little money we have left.

We both know what the tests are gonna say.

No, we don't. Yes, we do.

No, we don't.

Please don't make me play this game.

This is... This is...

This is not a fucking game.

I am... I am not...

I am not gonna stand around

while another...

member of this family kills themselves.

Okay?

So... until those tests come back...

Okay, Ben.

Okay.

Time to go home, you guys.

Your dad's waiting outside.

Say good night.

Could you please hand me the notebook?

Sandy has streptococcal pneumonia,

a severe bacterial infection of the lungs.

But the tumors we found there are benign.

However, that doesn't mean she's in the clear.

Ben...

if you don't start taking better care of your wife,

then you're going to lose her too.

For the first time in your life,

stop telling yourself that everything is okay.

Ow.

Phew!

Why is that good?

It's expensive.

Oh.

Well... I think I'd better not.

Why don't you guys give your mom and me a minute, will you?

Wait in the car.

He's gonna be, uh...

graduating high school next month, you know.

Just gonna be you and me.

No buffer.

When you get out of here, Sandy, I wanna start again.

Do you want that?

Um...

I'd be lying if I said I knew for sure, Ben.

Don't you know we can't do this without you?

I don't know who they are, Sandy.

I don't know his friends' names, her major, I...

Their birthdays.

We sit at the dinner table, I've got nothing to say to them.

To... Tim.

Well, he doesn't know who you are, Ben.

And I think it's time... we told him who he is.

You remember when you told me

you felt like you didn't fit into this family?

Yeah.

When I was a girl,

I was in love with Randall Dwyer.

You remember him?

Yeah, he was Kyle's dad.

But the truth is that, um,

Randall was in love with Marge,

and, uh... they got married.

That's why you were in a fight.

No.

Eighteen years ago,

when I was married to Ben...

I had an affair with Randall.

Oh!

You understand what I'm trying to tell you?

No.

There's a reason...

why your brother and dad

never treated you like you were one of them.

In a hundred years no one's ever gonna know who we were, but...

they'll know those stars.

They're the same stars I wished on when I was a...

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing? Tim, please.

What is this?

What is wrong with you?

Go fuck yourself.

Please. I don't understand it.

Are you out of your mind?

Get away from me.

I'm asking.

Your mom read it too. She isn't sure.

What is it?!

It's music.

Music?

It's just the way I write music.

Uh-huh.

You know, Mom told me.

She told me everything.

And to tell you the truth...

And I don't mind saying it.

...you're a pretty horrible father.

Oh, well.

I guess we're telling the truth now.

Okay, good.

I don't want you in my life,

I don't want to see your face,

I don't want you around.

I don't even wanna know if you're alive or not.

I hate you. Oh, I've always hated you.

I always will hate you.

You and me, we're different people.

No... No, we're not. You and me are not...

We're not... You and me...

You and me are not different people.

You and me...

You and me are father and son.

I don't care where your dark hair came from,

and I don't care that you'll never look like me.

I am your father, and you are my son,

and I'm here, okay?

But you gotta talk to me.

Because I can't... I can't do it by myself.

I... I don't know how to do this by myself.

And freedom for all,

with responsibility to our family,

to our friends,

and above all, to ourselves.

Remember the special moments that we took for granted.

Those wonderful, beautiful,

magical moments.

These were the best years of our lives.

At least, that's what they told us.

Personally... I hated high school.

I hated all of you.

And I hope you all rot in hell.

All right! Yeah!

Thank you.

Thank you, Shelly,

for those honest and inspirational words.

Congratulations to our graduates,

to their families, to their friends.

And now,

to walk us all out, senior class member Timothy Travis

will play a musical selection of his own composition.

Tim.

What do you think?

Did I do that?

Aren't you gonna tell me

how much I have left to look forward to?

He was always so angry.

He just took it out on me.

And one day,

he asked me for help.

I mean, me.

For the first time ever,

he asked me for help.

And I said no.

Not everyone can be a hero.

It's true, isn't it?

You boys want to get some lunch?

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