MOTHER: How was your day?
Fine, how was yours?
I met the new commander...
and her wife.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
"I am he that aches with amorous love..."
TEACHER: Start over again, Caitlin.
-(CAMERA PHONE CLICKS) -With a little more conviction.
Don't be afraid of these words.
CAITLIN: "I am he that aches with amorous love."
Okay, okay.
BRIDGET: Sam doesn't seem happy.
What do you know about Sam?
BRIDGET: I look at him.
CAITLIN: You look at him?
BRIGET: I look at all of them.
CAITLIN: Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?
Un Americano?
CAITLIN: "So the body of me, to all I meet or know."
Oh, shit.
"So the body of me, to all I meet or know."
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(insects chirping)
-(water splashing) -(seagulls cawing)
(ship horn blares)
Hm.
-Fraser: What's in it? -Caitlin: What do you mean what's in it? It's cookies.
I don't eat shellfish.
It-it's cookies.
Read the list of ingredients.
Come on, it's cookies. It's got milk, sugar,
butter... It's cookies.
Why are you so complicated?
-Please read it. -(sighs)
Powdered milk, flour, chopped up hazelnuts,
walnut, butter, lard...
"May contain shellfish."
You should really stop shopping at that shitty PX.
What are you reading?
"In the body, where everything has a price,
I was a beggar."
A beggar?
"I watched through the keyhole,
not the man showering, but the rain falling through him."
-Who's that? -Poet.
I don't get poetry.
First time I saw you, you were reading a poem.
Me? Never.
"So the body of me to all I meet or know."
Spying on me?
"To all I meet or know--"
Stop. You're embarrassing me.
(sighs)
Why do you read poetry?
Same reason I hate your clothing. It's fast fashion.
You buy something that you think you'll like,
-and in two months, it ends up in the garbage. -Hmm.
-I'm looking for stuff that means something. -Oh my God...
And the same goes for poetry. Every word means something.
You've never kissed anyone before,
have you?
Hm.
(boat passing)
(sighs)
Not even Mark?
-It wasn't like that. -Wasn't like what?
Fast feelings.
(sighs)
Are my boobs getting bigger?
(ship horn blares)
Come on! Jump in!
-No, there's too many fish. -(laughs)
("Child Prodigy" by Arto Lindsay playing)
♪ His own private math ♪
♪ Is as big as life ♪
-Caitlin: Grab the line. -Fraser: The what?
Caitlin: The line. The rope.
Fraser: Why not just say rope?
♪ Burns in stripes... ♪
'Cause it's not a rope.
It's a line.
♪ He sees right through walls... ♪
(yawning): But it's a rope.
You're the one who's careful about saying the right thing.
Same object, different use, different name.
-It's kind of interesting, isn't it? -Just grab it.
♪ ♪
♪ He's not tame ♪
Fraser: Here's your fucking rope.
(grunts)
♪ Feed him, give him to eat ♪
♪ Child prodigy ♪
♪ His head is barely hard ♪
♪ He is so hard-headed ♪
Come on.
(grunts)
♪ He's a man of parts ♪
-Wow, look at that spider! -Fraser: Fuck spiders.
I-I don't-- We should've cleaned up before we left. You know...
-You're really messy. -Caitlin: No, I'm not. You're a neat freak.
Fraser: I am not a neat freak. I take good care of my stuff.
Of the stuff that I love, which is something that you should do.
-Caitlin: What kind of stuff? -Fraser: I don't know.
Like, uh, like your personal stuff.
Caitlin: Well, you know, when you have to pack up and leave
every three years, you stop caring about shit.
Fraser: Keeping my shit in order calms me.
Caitlin: Because you're a neat freak.
-I read this thing about serial killers. -Fraser: Oh wow.
I read this thing about hoarders that asphyxiate...
♪ Give him to eat ♪
♪ Child prodigy ♪
(dog barking)
(song fades out)
(skateboard rattling)
(dog barking)
-(spraying) -Fraser: Oh my God!
No, no, no! Oh my-- Stop!
Stop! Are you kidding?!
-(laughing) -Stop!
-Literally-- -Caitlin: No, no, no!
(yelling)
(screech) In my eyeball!
Jeez, okay! Calm down! No, no, no!
Alright, that's enough! That's enough!
Caitlin: Oh... Oh...
(panting) Here.
Good afternoon, sir.
Wait for me.
(skateboard clatters)
(dog barking)
Cate!
Richard: Cate! You gotta shower after you swim in the lagoon!
-Caitlin: Hi. -Maggie: Hi.
-Sarah: That's mine. -You can get whatever you want from the fridge.
Maggie: I'll make you another one.
(kissing)
-Stop. -Caitlin: Ow!
Don't do that.
Wanna stay for dinner?
(shower running)
-Richard: Is Cate back? -Jennifer: She's in the shower.
(shower continues)
(phone beeping)
-Commander: Down, up! Down, up! -Soldiers: Six! Seven!
-Down, up! -Eight!
-Down, up! -Nine!
-Down, up! -Ten!
(indistinct chatter)
I think it's over.
-Up, down! -Two!
Okay.
-Up, down! Up, down! -Four! Five!
Alright.
(phone beeping)
-Down, up! -Two!
-Down, up! Down, up! -Three! Four!
-Down, up! Down, up! -Five! Six!
-Down, up! Down, up! -Seven! Eight!
You gonna be alright?
Yeah. I'll be fine.
Commander: Ready?
Go!
-Up, down! -Soldiers: One!
-Up, down! Up, down! -Two! Three!
-Up, down! -Four!
-Up down. -Five!
-Up, down! -Six!
-Up, down! -Seven!
-Up, down! -Eight!
-Up, down! -Nine!
-Up, down! -Ten!
Commander: Push-ups!
-Down, up! Down, up! -One!
-(post office chatter) -(phones ringing)
(shuts mailbox)
-(base chatter) -(seagulls cawing)
Sam!
Sam! Wait for me!
You don't have to be alone! Hey!
-Soldier: Ready! -(wires rattling)
(soldiers chattering)
Richard: They're slow. They've got no form.
(helicopter flying overhead)
-(wires rattling) -(soldier shouting indistinctly)
(sighs) Are you okay?
Is it about Cate?
Sam!
Soldier: This ain't fucking Disneyland!
If you jump like that from a plane, you'd fuck up your leg!
(indistinct chatter)
-Sam: I just really cared about her. -Hey, it's not your fault.
(sighs)
I have nothing.
You have me.
(quiet chatter)
Boy 1: I'll be over at 7:00.
Boy 2: Aren't we supposed to watch it at your place?
Boy 1: No, yours.
(printer printing)
(quiet chatter continues)
Excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am!
Where should I put this? It's Ocean Vuong.
-Please, you can leave it with me. -Thank you.
Are you returning this?
Hey.
I've been waiting for it the whole week.
How is it?
Don't tell me.
-Fraser: He's writing his first novel now. -Yeah.
"On Earth, We're Briefly Gorgeous."
You know what it's about?
-It's about a little boy, his name is Little Dog. -(laughs)
He's writing this letter to his mother,
but his mother, she's illiterate,
so she cannot understand his letter.
-Hm. -Yeah.
Anyway, I knew it was you.
-Bye, Fraser. -Bye, M-Major.
-Jonathan! -Jonathan.
(printer printing)
(giggling)
-(indistinct chatter) -(seagulls cawing)
Soldier: Here we go! Ready?
Cate!
Hey.
Wanna get something to eat?
Yeah. Something to drink maybe.
Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
He's, like, really suffering.
He's the one who broke up with me.
What'd you say to him?
-Okay. -Okay?
You told him okay?
You want a veggie bowl?
Have you ever really been in love with anyone?
Do you know what it feels like?
These look perfect on you.
Thanks. Remember when we did that tattoo
with the white board marker and it wouldn't come off?
(giggles)
I just told him we were getting together.
We're going to Gianni's tonight. You wanna come?
Mm-mm.
-You're still seeing T-shirt. -Yeah.
What's happening to us?
What do you mean?
You, me, the group.
You're never around anymore.
Come here.
It's just tonight, babe, okay?
(kiss)
Are you guys, like, a thing now?
(chuckles)
Caitlin: Why do you follow this?
Fraser: 'Cause I'm in the present
and I try to support the universal freedom.
Caitlin: Is it the hormones that do that?
-Wow. -Fraser: Well, it's hormones plus genetics.
("Time Will Tell" by Blood Orange playing on computer)
♪ Come into my bedroom ♪
♪ And it keeps on running back ♪
♪ Come into my bedroom, come into my bedroom ♪
Caitlin: So transgender is, like, you change your name,
change your face and your body, everything.
-You go from female-- -Fraser: No! I--
We were told for ages that we were either males or females,
okay? And that was that. Males would do certain things
and females would do certain things, end of story.
Transgender means that you can--
you can just-- you can cut that bullshit,
and-and instead, you say, you know what?
It's not that simple. It's not even binary.
-You get it? -Caitlin: I'm not sure.
-Fraser: You know what a fever is? -Caitlin: Sure.
Fraser: But it's like a symptom, right? Right? It-- it's...
A fever is a symptom that your body is sick.
-Caitlin: You're telling me my body's sick? -No! I'm telling you that--
It's like a fever. It is, but it isn't.
It's like a symptom and if you pay attention, you discover real life.
It's a fucking revolution going on inside of you.
♪ That you kept your eye on ♪
♪ It is what it is ♪
♪ And it keeps on running back ♪
♪ Even if it's all you know just keep your heart in ♪
Wow...
♪ Anyway to keep it up ♪
♪ Just never let yourself down ♪
Caitlin: Wow. He looks so different.
-Fraser: Yeah. -Do you like him?
I see how you look at him.
-What are you talking about? -You're nervous.
-(music stops) -I'm not nervous.
Is your beard growing?
-I don't know. -Can I touch it?
Stop it. Stop.
-Please? Please? -No!
(gasp) Wow.
It's so cool.
(both giggle)
Stop!
(kitchen clatter)
Sarah: He is my type, but not my kind.
Maggie: You've become very schematic.
-Sarah: Don't you like it? -Depends.
-(door locks) -(laughs)
-(runs water) -(uncaps can)
(giggles)
Look at me.
(giggling)
-(shuts off water) -(taps razor)
Okay, but, uh, uh, keep it straight
and parallel to your skin, alright,
and just go down smooth.
-(giggles) -Okay, if you're gonna laugh, it's not gonna work
-'cause you're gonna cut yourself. -(splashing)
Hold on. Don't move, don't move.
(shutter snap)
It's monumental.
-Sarah: Fraser! Sweetheart! -Fuck, fuck, fuck!
(splashing)
Fraser! Caitlin! Dinner's ready!
(water draining)
Do I smell like shaving cream?
(sniffing) Unless you're thinking of
kissing them on the mouth, I think you're fine.
I broke up with Sam.
-Really? -Yeah, I get the feeling people think we're dating.
-What?! -Come on. It'll make you more popular.
I don't wanna be popular!
(cork squeaking)
-You put in the red onion? -Maggie: Mm-hmm.
Hey, chef. Check your dish.
-Fraser: Thanks. -(Maggie giggles)
-Maggie: Looks good. -Fraser: Stop.
Sarah: Caitlin.
(pots clattering)
You take that seat.
Sweetheart, could you dim the lights? I have a headache.
Thank you.
(sighs) Fucking God.
-Uh, where's the cream? -(rummaging)
You didn't get the cream.
Didn't I tell you to buy a bottle of cream?
You never listen to me. You never listen to me.
So alright, maybe I didn't tell you, but the dish needs cream.
It needs cream!
(slams cabinet)
Fuck! Never mind, let's eat.
(mellow music playing)
So, this is a local dish?
Yes. I soaked the stockfish
for, uh, three days,
and I used Parmesan. I used real-- real Parmesan,
not like the kind we eat back home.
It's interesting.
Okay, it's fucking disgusting.
-No, it's not. It's unusual. -No, it's actually--
-it's fucking disgusting. It's revolting! Don't eat it! -Don't be so hard--
-Nobody eat it, nobody eat it, nobody eat it... Fuck! -Just leave it!
Nobody eat-- Stop eating! Nobody eat it!
We should just go back to our usual weekly fucking roast.
Your roast is delicious. Isn't it, Caitlin?
-Yeah. -Try some farofa with it.
(music continues)
That's a cute T-shirt.
You bought it for me.
-Did I? -Yeah.
Remember his turban phase?
Sarah, don't.
When he was a little boy,
he used to put together these looks.
-Mm-hmm. -(laughs) And he'd get a towel
and wrap it on his head like a turban.
Come on. Show her how you used to do it. It's adorable.
-Maggie: Don't, Sarah. -Come on!
Right? And you were obsessed with that song.
What was that song? It was like, uh...
Lady Gaga. The one where they're all red in the video.
Remember? What was the name of the song?
(singing indistinctly to "Bad Romance")
(laughing, singing)
♪ La la, oh my God, I want your romance ♪
Come on!
He looked really cute in it.
I used to think I was Wolverine when I was younger.
Logan.
(dog barking)
It was nice having you over.
Thanks.
Good night. (kiss)
-(basketball bouncing) -Richard: One on one.
The best out of three gets the ball.
Danny: But you already missed three times!
I find Caitlin terribly intriguing.
-(thunder rumbling) -(glasses clinking)
Come on.
(dog barking)
(neighbors chattering)
Hey! You! Get over here!
Did you hear me? Get over here!
Fraser: Just stay outta this!
Get a rag.
(indistinct yelling)
Dad, o-our game.
Dad.
Should I wait here?
-(door shuts) -Maggie: Hey, hey!
-Fraser: Let go of me! -(dog barking)
(yelling continues)
(glass breaking)
Sarah: Fraser!
-(insects chirping, dog barking) -(radio chatter)
-Good night, Colonel. -Richard: Good night, Martino.
(insects chirping)
(water lapping)
(thunder rumbling)
What is this mess?
-Nothing, Dad. We were just-- -That wasn't a question, young lady.
Clean it. And if I find just one crumb left,
you're in big trouble.
What?
You've never called me that before.
You never made a mess in my boat before. I want it spotless.
(water lapping)
I find Cate terribly intriguing.
-(glasses clinking) -Maggie: She is.
(thudding)
-Ow! -You're a witch! You're a witch!
-Let go of me! -I hate you! I hate you!
-You're hurting! What is wrong with you?! -I hate you!
-Just stay outta this! -Sarah: Ouch!
-Sarah: Oh! -Fraser: I hate you.
I was just trying to be nice to your girlfriend.
By ridiculing me?
You went out of your way to embarrass me.
And she's not my fucking girlfriend.
-Sweetheart... -Fraser (quietly): Shit.
Sweetheart!
Don't be jealous just because she likes me.
(running footsteps)
Hey!
-Let go of me! Let go of me! -Maggie: Relax.
I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm going to fucking kill you!
-Enough! That's enough. -Fraser: Fuck!
Fraser!
-(smashing) -(glass shatters)
-Fraser! -(glass breaking)
-Let him go. -(door slams)
Did you hear what he said?
He can be so cruel.
-He's always been complicated. -It's exhausting.
Trying to be his mother and his father and everything,
all at the same time, all the time.
-(thunder rumbling) -(radio playing)
Let's go to bed.
Just one more drink. It'll calm my nerves.
You can't imagine what it's like to have your own son
say he hates you to your face.
You're right. (sighs)
Can't imagine.
Well, honey, it's obvious you're the only one he listens to.
(thunder rumbling)
♪ ♪
Maggie: Why do you always want to have sex after a fight?
-Sarah: Why not? -Is there love in our truce?
Sarah: We're soldiers.
We're always ready for battle.
Come on.
(kissing)
(heavy breathing)
(thunder)
("Come Close" by Common playing on speaker)
♪ I'ma do the best I can do ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm my best when I'm with you ♪
♪ Come close to me, baby ♪
♪ Let your love hold you ♪
(beep)
♪ I know this world is crazy ♪
-(beep) -(thunder rumbling)
♪ What's it without you? ♪
(thunder)
♪ Put down your bags, love ♪
♪ I know in the past, love ♪
♪ Has been sorta hard on you ♪
♪ But I see the god in you ♪
♪ I just wanna nurture it ♪
♪ Though, this love may hurt a bit ♪
(sighs)
♪ You even give my daughter love ♪
(thunder)
-(iron hissing) -(dog barking)
-I ironed them. -Richard: Yes,
but you ironed a crease in the back that shouldn't be there.
I apologize.
Do you think she irons?
Who?
(thunder)
-You talking about the Colonel? -Yes.
I have no idea.
I think the other woman does all the housework.
Usually, one's the guy and makes all the decisions,
while the other does the chores.
I can't see it work any other way.
Plus, I have a hard time imagining any member
of those people doing the laundry.
(thunder rumbling)
(door opens)
(hyperventilating)
(groaning)
(wheezing, groaning)
(opens door)
(strained): Mommy... Mommy...
I can't... b-breathe...
-Sarah: Come here, baby. -(hyperventilating)
What is it? It must've been a bad dream.
-(grunting) -Shh... shh...
-It's okay, baby. Shh... -(gasping)
Come here. Where does it hurt? Here?
-Fraser: Here. Right here, Mommy. -Shh...
-(crying) -Come here, baby.
Come here. Shh...
First time he couldn't breathe was in Morocco.
Shh... -(panting)
-Can't remember because you were just a baby. -(grunt)
I kissed your back over and over,
saying hush...
Hush...
-Mommy's here. -(breathing relaxes)
Nothing's gonna happen to you 'cause Mommy's here.
(sighs)
-(birds chirping) -(neighborhood chatter)
(garage door closing)
(starts Jeep)
Woman (on radio): We all need to remember that service members
who are involved in potentially concussive events,
they're required to come in and get evaluated
within 24 hours. The sooner that
you get treatment, the sooner that you rest your brain,
the sooner you're gonna get back to health.
The Reconnect with America Program
is focusing on reaching out...
(cuts engine)
(slams door)
(base chatter)
-(playful chatter) -(splashing)
(beep, door unlocks)
Soldier: Good morning, Commander.
(door shuts)
Hillary Clinton (on TV): That is the only way
we can turn our progressive platform...
Commander, good morning. I wasn't expecting you today.
(applause on TV)
Just Sarah.
Can you get used to that?
-Where is everyone? -At Chioggia.
There is a festival.
Could you get me a list of the soldiers
who are about to deploy to Afghanistan?
Colonel Poythress reported
that the men are not ready yet.
He said it's too short notice,
and that they need their 90 days of prep.
Sometimes we don't have 90 days.
Send a note to the Theater Garrison Commander.
Tell him the men's equipment are ready, and so are the men.
Don't make it too formal. He's a good friend.
Clinton: But we usually focus on how it turned out.
(TV chatter continues)
(door shuts)
My type, not my kind.
(men whistling, chattering)
(splashing)
(yelling, laughter)
(chatter continues)
(blinds snap)
-(sprinkler spraying) -(neighbors chattering)
-He lost two key players. -Yeah. They were really powerful, weren't they?
(conversation continues)
(shuts door, locks)
(dog barking)
Hey, Maggie! You're not coming to the festival?
-What festival? -What do you mean, "What festival?"
Chioggia! You gotta come!
No, thank you.
But it only happens once a year!
-You can't miss it! -Jennifer: Maybe she doesn't want to come.
(radio playing)
Neighbor 1: I'm not kidding. They're going to close off the canals
in Chioggia in 48 hours.
-Neighbor 2: Not today, I hope. -No, of course not today!
Not with the parade. They've got to get--
-clean them out. -How does that work?
Neighbor 1: I don't know. They stop the water from flowing--
Could you please turn the volume up?
-Neighbor 2: I love Italian songs. -(radio plays louder)
(louder): But, how do they clean them?
They can't suck up the mud with a vacuum cleaner.
Neighbor 1 (louder): Of course they're not gonna use a vacuum cleaner.
Maybe some sort of pump. I don't know.
Somehow, they'll drain the water out...
(Italian pop music playing)
(Italian singing continues)
-(church bell ringing) -(street chatter)
-Neighbor 2: You should try the sardine in saor. -Maggie: Sarde in sabor.
Neighbor 2: No, saor . Not sabor . They're exquisite--
Jennifer: Mel! I forgot the cake in the car!
Leave it. It's not important.
It is important for Richard.
But the parade is about to start.
-(catches keys) -See you!
Maggie: Let me come with you.
-That's not necessary. Thank you. -But I'd like to.
I'm so sorry...
(marching band music playing)
-(drumming) -(street chatter)
(applause)
(crowd cheering)
(drumming, chatter continues)
(inaudible)
Britney: So this is what we've become? We're on one side of the street,
and they're on the other. It's like we're enemies,
-you know? -Craig: No! They're just on the other side of the street
-because Sam can't pull himself together. -Britney: Well, yeah.
Danny: It's always Caitlin Day.
I mean, look at her, man.
She always gotta be the center of attention.
Craig: Oh my gosh, you guys are being so over-dramatic!
She's not doing anything wrong! Look at-- look at Val!
Isn't she beautiful? Val! Vale!
(drumming continues)
(Enrico speaking Italian)
(Sole speaking Italian)
(Enrico speaking Italian)
(street chatter continues)
Oh my God. I just discovered that I love the drums.
Britney:
Caitlin!
(drumming continues)
(grunt, laugh)
Hi.
Brit, wait!
-Britney: Sam! -Hey! Hey! Are you happy now?
-What are you talking about? -You broke up my group, you selfish bitch!
Your group? I started it. You don't own shit.
-It's always been my group. -Touch me. Touch me.
Danny: It's always been my group. It's always been my group.
-Bitch. It's always been my group. -Caitlin: Back the fuck up.
-What you gonna do about it? -Fraser: Danny, Danny--
-Danny: Hey, shut the fuck up! -Caitlin: Dude, what the fuck?
-I don't care who your mother is. -Get off of him!
I'll fucking kill you. I will fucking kill you, you hear me?
-Okay, come on, man! Get off of him! -I'll fucking kill him!
Get off of him, man!
Relax! Relax, okay?
-Fuck you, man! -Relax, man! Chill out! Chill out! Chill out.
Chill out. Come on, let's go.
Relax, bro. Relax. Come on.
(street chatter, music)
Danny: Let's just go. Fuck this festival.
Britney: I just wanted us all to hang out.
I'm sorry she's being a bitch.
-(drumming continues) -Oh my God.
-(spits) -Jesus Christ!
(giggles)
He's as strong as a bull! I'll never be that strong.
You can say that again.
But, you know, it's actually good.
Never underestimate your enemy.
("Time Will Tell" by Blood Orange playing)
♪ Oh... ♪
♪ Mm... ♪
(drumming continues)
♪ Time will tell if you can figure this ♪
♪ And work it out ♪
♪ No one's waiting for you anyway ♪
♪ So don't be stressed now ♪
♪ Even if... ♪
(song playing on headphones)
Again?
I like the way he says that.
(sighs)
Jonathan. He knows my name.
You're the son of the Commander-in-Chief.
Everybody knows your name. Especially him.
(song continues)
It felt weird when he hit me.
Jonathan?
No, your brother.
What do you mean it felt weird?
It's weird they don't ask for IDs when you order wine here.
That's why this country is so civilized.
What do you mean it felt weird?
Nothing. I saw you looking at
that Italian girl when she walked by.
Me? Never.
You looked at her ass.
-I don't look at girls' asses. -Are you sure?
You look at my brother's ass?
No.
-Never! Why would-- No! -What about Jonathan's?
Just 'cause my mom's a lesbian doesn't mean that I'm gay.
You don't have to not be gay either.
(Italian chatter)
(seagulls cawing)
What do they say about us?
They think we're dating.
I think they think we're weird.
Does that bother you?
We're never gonna kiss.
Deal?
Deal. (giggle)
-(drumming continues) -(applause, cheering)
(distant drumming)
Cate told me your roast was delicious.
(chuckles)
-She's usually so finicky when it comes to meat. -(Maggie laughs)
We do know how to cook meat in Brazil.
Are you Brazilian?
Yeah.
My grandma was an amazing cook.
She was the most important person in my life.
So, I like to cook like her.
-(street chatter) -(church bell ringing)
They only want me to make American food.
What is American food?
(laughing)
You're Nigerian, right?
Mm-hmm.
Do you ever make egusi soup?
Richard doesn't like it.
You've had it before?
Once. I loved it.
Are you sure you don't want to see the parade?
Let's walk a little more.
(Italian chatter)
Richard: Okay, if you lose your position, everyone loses their position.
It's teamwork, alright? We're one.
(crowd chatter)
Jennifer: It's chilly here.
Maggie: Are you a Muslim?
I used to be a lot of things.
And I stopped being a lot of things.
Truth is...
I don't know who I am anymore.
But I like it here.
It's calm.
I don't know how my God feels about it.
Maggie: How do you feel about Him?
(light piano music playing)
♪ ♪
The match!
Come on!
(crowd chatter)
(referee speaking Italian)
(applause, cheering)
(grunting)
(cheering continues)
(straining)
(grunting)
(excited chatter continues)
(grunting)
(straining)
-(crowd cheering) -Fuck! Shit!
(crowd cheering)
-Here you go, sir. -Thank you. (sighs)
-You did great. (kiss) -Where's Cate?
I don't know. She was with Danny. They must be around.
-She always comes to see me. -I baked a cake for the team.
I know how important it is for you.
Thank you, but we're all going for pizza tonight at Baldo's.
Thought I told you.
-Man: Get outta here and get a drink? -Richard: Hold on a sec.
See you later. Maggie.
He did tell me. I guess I forgot.
He must love Caitlin very much.
-(water lapping) -(fireworks popping)
Harper! (burp)
-Harper! -(popping)
Har--
Harper!
(Italian chatter)
(fireworks exploding)
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, check it!
Wow, look at those. That's awesome.
Jennifer: I can't figure out how they do them.
(wind blowing)
(crowd cheering)
-("At Last" playing) -Sarah: (gasps) You hear that?
I think it's over there.
You like to dance?
-Yeah. -Yeah?
(indistinct chatter)
♪ At last... ♪
(distant fireworks)
Hey, do you ever feel like you don't fit in anywhere?
I'm a soldier, bro.
(laughing)
(laughing, coughing)
Yo! Yo, you good?
-Hey, man. Don't die on me yet. Come on. -Yeah, no, no.
I'm good. I'm good.
(laughs) You stupid.
(fireworks continue)
I hate this place.
-I hate my family. -Man, don't talk about your family like that.
They're like mice locked in little boxes that all look the same.
They buying, they eating, they fighting.
(sighs)
Hey.
-Imagine jumping off. -What?
What you say?
Danny: Like, what if...
I just jumped with no harness and...
And it was all over.
(fireworks continue)
If you ever mention something like that again,
then I'll crack your fucking skull open.
You understand me?
(quietly):
Yeah.
-(fireworks popping) -(laughs)
Come here, man. Ah...
You're full of shit, Danny!
-Okay, you're right! I'm full of shit, Craig! -Craig: Full of shit!
-Stop, man. -(laughs)
Caitlin: Hurry up.
Fraser: Ow!
-It's over by now. -Caitlin: Shit.
(street chatter)
Fraser: Really?
Caitlin: Whatever.
Fraser: Hey.
-(street chatter) -(music continues)
♪ At last ♪
♪ The skies above ♪
♪ Are blue ♪
♪ My heart was wrapped up ♪
♪ In clover ♪
♪ The night I looked ♪
♪ At you ♪
♪ I found a dream ♪
♪ That I could speak to you ♪
♪ A dream that I... ♪
♪ Can call my own ♪
♪ I found a thrill ♪
♪ To press ♪
♪ My cheek to ♪
♪ A thrill that I... ♪
♪ Have never never known ♪
♪ You smiled ♪
♪ Oh, and the spell was cast ♪
(sighs)
-(singing in Italian) -(accordion playing)
-Crowd: Hey! -(man speaking Italian)
Italian 1: Americans first!
Italian 2: American first!
No, American second!
-Soldier: What'd you say, you piece of shit? -(smashes glass)
(indistinct shouting)
(women screaming)
(shouting continues)
(song playing quietly)
Caitlin: Dad, is this right?
Richard: Position your feet farther apart
and plant them in the ground.
Lean back with your upper body,
otherwise you'll go flying off in the first pull.
-Caitlin: What's so great about tug-o-war? -Teamwork and balance.
It's not the strongest team that wins, but the one
that's more focused on command and balance.
-And that's the reason why I always win. -Can I be on your team?
Richard: When you're 60, 70 pounds heavier.
-Caitlin: Okay. I'm counting on it. -I'm counting on it, too.
♪ ♪
Maggie: I was 23
when she showed up at the clinic for some tests.
-(waves lapping) -(flagpole rattling)
She was already pregnant, but it wasn't obvious.
I was convinced she got pregnant the first time we made love.
(laughs)
(laughing)
I really did. I honestly believed it.
(laughs)
You never considered having a child of your own?
(wind blowing)
You never considered having something that is only yours,
and not Richard's?
Could be Danny.
I'm not so sure.
(wind blowing)
Pity to waste it. (laughs)
("Real Time and Beautiful Scars" by Kip Hanrahan playing)
♪ I was touched ♪
Okay. (laughs)
♪ When you fell away ♪
(laughing)
♪ I was scattered ♪
♪ To the farthest ♪
♪ Corners of ♪
♪ The night ♪
♪ Real time is kept ♪
♪ In the body, you said ♪
♪ And you slipped away ♪
♪ To sleep ♪
♪ I watched you breathe ♪
♪ As you slept, each beautiful scar ♪
♪ Each gorgeous scar ♪
♪ On your skin ♪
♪ And your breath ♪
♪ Was loved by God ♪
♪ Loved by God ♪
♪ And treasured ♪
♪ By me ♪
♪ I was scattered ♪
♪ To the farthest ♪
♪ Corners of ♪
♪ The night ♪
♪ Real time is kept ♪
♪ In the body, you said ♪
♪ And you slipped away ♪
You've been so grumpy since you started dating T-shirts.
(CHUCKLE)
CAITLIN: Maybe you're right. It's not the way it used to be.
Something really is changing.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
I, Craig, take thee Valentina to be my wedded wife
from this day forward, for richer, for poorer,
for better, for worse.
(CHEERS)
For the bride and the groom!
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
I don't like you.
I'm never gonna like you.
I know what love is and you don't.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS) ♪