You're a jerk every time my mother's around.
Are you trying to impress her?
You're out of line. You're mad at me, not him.
Save that crap for your patients, Mom.
He's right, you know.
He's absolutely right.
I don't know how to talk to him.
Maybe you should try a new approach.
What's that?
Laugh, Lowenstein, laugh.
The Southern way?
If that doesn't work, then you bop him on the head.
What do you think of me?
Well, I think you have it made.
You're rich. You live like a queen. Your kid needs some work...
...but overall, you're in the top 1 percent.
You're lying.
I think you're a very sad woman, Lowenstein.
I like it when you tell the truth.
I think you're the first friend I've made in a long time.
Come on. Let's go to the movies.
- The movies? - Yeah, come on.
Rare footage from the Savannah Wingo archives.
How wonderful! Where did you find this?
I was snooping around. Savannah must've kept them.
Is that Luke?
Yeah, that's Luke. He was always horsing around.
Oh, here's our graduation.
From grade school, right?
Yeah, right. Grade school.
Did you always jump in with your clothes on?
As a matter of fact, we did.
- And that's your mother? Lila? - Yeah, that's Miss Lila.
She was very pretty.
She still is.
So who took these pictures?
My father bought this camera one year.
Thought he'd give up shrimping, what he was good at...
...and make a fortune in film. Don't ask me how.
Savannah said your father was always losing money. Is that true?
An understatement. Henry Wingo had the opposite of the Midas touch.
- Everything he touched turned to shit. - What is that?
That is one of my father's all-time cockamamie schemes.
- What? - He bought this gas station.
He thought a tiger would draw people by the thousands.
All it did is scare them the hell away.
The only one that wasn't afraid of that animal was Luke.
He fed him.
Took care of him.
He had a lot of courage.
What about you?
I didn't need any. I had Luke.
Oh, this is our island.
The only place Dad ever really owned.
By the time this was taken, it was worthless.
Not to Luke, though.
To him it was the most precious place in the world.
When he was older, he went to Vietnam.
He came back a hero.
Swore he'd never leave it again.
He didn't.
What happened?
Mother got the island in the divorce settlement.
She immediately sold it to the government for a lot of money.
They wanted to put up a power plant.
Luke went crazy. He made some threats.
The government laughed.
He blew up a construction site.
They quit laughing.
And then?
He went on waging his own private war.
Hurt some people.
Savannah and I tried to stop him, but the government did it first.
Shot him in the head. Bingo.
Would you like a cold drink? Maybe a beer?
How did you deal with his death?
I shut down like a broken motor.
And according to the Southern way, still no tears.
Oh, I cry sometimes, Lowenstein.
I cry at weddings, at the Olympics, at the national anthem.
But not over Luke?
What the hell for? It wouldn't bring him back.
No. But it might bring you back.
Thank you.
Hey there! Welcome back.
Dr. Wingo had an emergency at the hospital.
Oh, that's all right, Megan.
- Are the girls asleep? - Yes, for a while.
You can go home now.
Okay, I'll just get my things.
Hey, coach.
Oh, hey, Sally.
- How you doing? - All right. Fine.
What's the proper form in this situation?
Do we talk, fight, or ignore the whole thing?
I don't know.
- You want some juice? - Yeah.
How's Savannah, Tom?
She's one day up, and then it's one day down.
Do you like the psychiatrist, you trust her?
Oh, yeah.
What's her name again?
Lowenstein.
Want me to make a fire?
I don't think so. It's 90 degrees outside.
You've always been such a traditionalist.
Jack Cleveland wants to marry me, Tom.
Do you need a letter of recommendation?
That's not funny.
Considering my other options, it was the kindest...
...most restrained thing I could say.
What do you wanna do?
I don't know.
Part of me just wants to pack up and walk away from a life...
...that doesn't seem to work anymore.
And part of me says that no life will work...
...if I can't make this one right.
How can I help you, Sally?
By trying to understand, I guess.
I'm sorry I made you unsure of yourself.
I can be a closed, defensive son of a bitch.
Sometimes.
Only sometimes.
You coming in?
I'll sleep here.
It'd be too confusing.
Thanks for asking, though.
Daddy's home!
Where are you, Daddy?
Who are these squealing piglets jumping on my chest?
Boy, am I hungry.
A little mustard on you would be perfect.
- You can't catch me. - Can't catch me either!
Who missed me most? Careful, there's money involved.
Get your shoes. We're going on Grandpa's shrimp boat.
Hi, Jenny. You like that sweater I got you?
- Yeah, it's nice, Dad. - Good.
Are you and Mom having a bad fight?
No, honey. Everything's fine.
Y'all don't fool me.
Oh, boy.
What am I gonna do with all you smart women?
Give me a hug.
Chandler, come on in if you wanna help.
You too, Tom.
Mommy, I got a fishing rod from Grandpa!
- It's beautiful. - Come here, Daddy.
Lucy did that one.
- I did not. - You did too.
I wanna decorate.
You can decorate. It's your cake.
You go on and decorate. You stop eating that icing.
- I wanted to do one. - Well, okay...
Henry?
Come to the table. The children are gonna blow out their candles.
Did you hear me?
It's time to sing "Happy Birthday" to Tom and Savannah.
I'm watching TV.
You get over there and help your children celebrate their birthday.
Come here, woman. Don't you ever tell me what to do, Lila.
This is my house. You're just a guest in it! Now turn the TV back on.
Please, Mama. It's all right! Turn the TV back on.
You're gonna turn that TV on. I was watching that.
I'm sick and tired of you never showing me any respect!
TV's broken, you son of a bitch.
Now you can watch your kids blow out their candles.
Grandpa, Daddy's gonna open the net.
I'm coming, birthday girl.
Bring it up.
Grandpa, I brought the fishing rod you bought me.
Stand back. He's getting ready to drop it.
- Wait, wait. - Oh, hurry up, Daddy!
I don't know if we got much shrimp.
Look at that.
The first thing you wanna do is put these crabs overboard.
Why, Grandpa?
They'll die in the sun and the heat.
Look out for stingrays and catfish. It's a long way to the hospital.
Look at that squiggly.
- Chandler? - What, Grandpa?
I want you to do something for me.
Pick up a shrimp and head it.
I can do that.
You put it with your thumb.
Is this right, Grandpa?
Do it with one hand.
You got a knack for this, huh?
Fetch me that crate over there for this good-for-nothing trash fish.
- He told me to get it. - He told me.
I'm gonna get it for Grandpa.
They love you, Dad.
The Braves lost to the Dodgers last night, 3- zip.
Did you know that, son?
Yeah, I know that, Dad.
- Put it there. - Can I be a shrimper when I grow up?
You can be a shrimper like me.
Bye-bye, girls. I love you!
Write!
- How will you get to the airport? - Don't worry, I'll get a cab.
You know, I never realized how much I love this place till I went away.
"My soul grazes like a lamb...
...on the beauty of indrawn tides. "
Remember that? You wrote that to me in a letter once.
I used to write damn good letters, didn't I?
You've met somebody in New York, haven't you?
I don't know.
I know.
You are gonna do like I said. You are gonna apologize to the Newburys.
Todd Newbury insulted our family. He called us cheap white trash.
Then you proved him right by whaling him, you stupid cracker.
Isn't this a lovely view?
I wanna go home.
Hush up.
Hello, Tom.
Hello, Reese. I'm here to see my mother.
Well, come on in. She's expecting you.
Why, thank you!
It is awful good of you to see us, Reese.
Well, it's my pleasure.
You looking mighty pretty today, as usual.
Why, I always say the most successful men are always the nicest.
Lila, if you just have a seat here...
...Tom and I are gonna have a little talk in my study.
It's Oriental carpet.
From the Orient.
If you ever touch my son again...
...you're gonna be crab bait all over this river, boy.
A Wingo never touches a Newbury.
If you tell anybody I hit you...
...I'm gonna run your family clean out of this town.
Now get out of here.
I think it's more humid than New York City.
Hello, darling.
Wealth becomes you, Mama.
You really got what you wanted, didn't you?
Don't start, please.
Tell me about Savannah.
She still has a long way to go.
I cut out a whole slew of articles on mental illness.
I want you to give them to her psychiatrist.
I will, Lila. I will.
What are you telling Savannah's doctor?
Anything that might help her get better.
Go on. Drink your tea before the ice melts.
I'm gonna tell Dr. Lowenstein about Callanwolde.
I don't know what you mean.
Oh, yeah, you do, Mama.
Yeah, you do.
We made a promise never to speak about that.
I expect you to keep it.
We were kids. It was a stupid promise. And I think...
...it'd help to talk about it.
This is my life too. It's private. I wanna keep it private.
At the expense of helping your daughter?
- Stop exaggerating. - Don't make me feel bad about this.
- I didn't have to tell you. - I don't wanna talk about it.
That's always been the problem!
Your problem is, you dwell too much on the past.
I never look back. When I say goodbye to something...
...I close the door, and never think about it.
How about Luke?
What?
Do you ever think about Luke?
Does he ever cross your mind?
Who taught you to be so cruel?
You did, Mama. You did.
You also taught me that even though someone nearly destroys your life...
...you can still feel love for them.
Is that supposed to warm a mother's heart?
You have to be patient with me, Lila.
You've done a lot to piss me off.
There's so much noise in New York.
Sirens, horns, screaming.
Cream, no sugar, right?
Oh, yeah, thanks.
I have something to tell you.
I know.
I don't know how.
Just say it.
It was raining that night.
Mama was teaching us to dance.
Tom, dance with us!
One of the few times I remember having fun.
Mom, I can't dance.
What do you mean? Of course you can.
Hold Savannah's hand.
Savannah does it better than me.
Here you go. Turn around.
One, two, kick. There you go, Tom.
Here comes another turn. Here we go.
Turn. That's it!
I wonder who that is?
That's it.
They broke into our house.
Three men.
Mama cried, "Help us, Tom. "
I wanted to, but I couldn't.
One of them raped Savannah.
One of them raped my mother.
I guess that's not the answer to all of Savannah's problems...
...but I thought you should know.
God, yes.
And what's Callanwolde?
That's the prison they escaped from.
How old was Savannah when this happened?
Thirteen.
What were you doing while this was going on?
I don't know.
You don't know? Maybe you ran for help?
No.
Why not?
I don't know. I don't know.
Why do you think you didn't?
I don't know.
Just because.
That's a child's answer, Tom.
You said before...
...that three men came in.
What happened to the third man?
Where was he?
Tom, help me!
Help me!
Stop it!
It's okay.
Tell me about him.
He said, " Move, I'll slit your throat. "
Raw meat. He called me raw meat.
"Nothing I like better than fresh...
... raw meat. "
What was happening to me...
...was unimaginable...
...literally.
I didn't know it could happen to a boy.
All I wanted to do was die.
Especially when I saw Luke.
Luke, two. Mama, one. While I did nothing.
There was nothing you could do. You were just a young boy.
You had no weapon.
I'm surprised you and Savannah survived it at all.
What happened after? I mean...
How did your family deal with it? Your father?
Who said we told?
You didn't tell?
No one?
You must have told the police or...
Jesus Christ, Tom.
Mama said, " It's over.
Get these carcasses outside.
Clean up this mess. "
She was insane that night.
"This did not happen. This did not happen. "
She kept saying it.
Said the minute we talked about it...
... was the minute she stopped being our mother.
Said morning would come and everything would look nicer in the sunlight.
And after we buried the bodies...
...I went in there to check on Savannah...
...to see how she was doing.
She was trying to do what Mama had said.
Trying to act as if nothing had happened.
Putting her hair up in rollers.
Only her dress was on wrong side out.
And when my father came home for dinner...
... we sat around and ate as if nothing was wrong.
God help me.
I think the silence was worse than the rapes.
Three days later, Savannah tried to kill herself.
She could keep quiet, but she couldn't lie.
And that's what I like About the South
Say something, Lowenstein.
How do you feel?
Well, I feel okay.
I mean, I thought I'd be on the floor after telling you this...
...but I feel surprisingly all right.
- You're sure? - Oh, yeah.
I mean...
What am I?
I'm relieved.
The laundry's clean, and the ghost's out of the closet and I'm...
You've really learned how to cover your pain.
You've done that all your life.
That 13-year-old boy is still in a lot of pain.
Don't do this to me, Lowenstein.
Don't do this to me.
I can feel your pain, Tom.
I feel it.
Let yourself feel it.
It takes courage to feel the pain.
You can do it. You can handle it.
Don't be afraid.
It's okay.
You've kept it locked up for so long.
Just let it go.
Let it go.
You have so much to cry about, don't you?
It's okay.
Feel the pain.
Cry.
Feel the pain.
It's the only way to heal yourself.
Just let it go.
Let it go.
I'm too old for this shit.
Come on, coach. Let's do it again.
Out of shape and past your prime?
Come here.
I don't mean anything personal by this...
...but I'm gonna leave cleat marks all over your face.
It felt great putting you on your ass.
All right, you ready?
Set!
Hut!
Go! Come on, come on, come on.
I can't believe I'm being outplayed by a violinist.
Come on. Give an old man a hand.
Now I'm gonna get you if I can't teach you football.
Dad.
This is how your mother lets you spend the summer?
Professor Greenberg said you've skipped two lessons this week.
I don't like him. He's a creep.
He's strict. The great teachers usually are.
I'm Tom Wingo, Mr. Woodruff. Bernard's football coach.
It's a pleasure, Mr. Wingo. Heard a lot about you.
Let's call it quits. Go home and practice your fiddle.
Maybe we can work something out tomorrow.
I had no idea he was so strong.
He's a good football player.
I don't want him playing the violin with broken fingers.
He said you'd be worried. He's careful.
He should be worried.
I'm sorry to cut your session short...
...but I've enrolled Bernard in the last two weeks at Tanglewood.
With a little discipline, he might actually become a good musician.
You're the maestro.
I'm glad you understand.
Susan and I are having a dinner party next Friday.
Why don't you join us?
Thanks, I'll look forward to it.
- How are you? - Oh, I'm okay.
Good.
How is she?
Considering what she's been through this week, she's doing well.
Can I see her?
I think she'd like that.
How you doing, darling?
I'm still here.
So...
I don't know what to say.
Then just let me hold you.
Tom, I'm so sorry I put you through all this.
No, no, you did me a favor.
But just don't do it again.
I couldn't bear to think of a world without you in it, sweetheart.
- I hear it's pretty up in Tanglewood. - Who gives a shit?
- I wrote the coach at your school, pal. - Why?
I told him I was sending back a hell of a ballplayer. You're a tough kid.
I am?
You took everything I dished out and came back asking for more.
You're the best coach I ever had.
Well, I'm the only coach you ever had.
No, I mean teacher. You're the best teacher I ever had.
Thanks. It's been a long time since a student of mine said that.
Why'd you quit?
I thought I should do something better with my life.
Like what?
Well, that's a good question.
I'm not sure.
Can't you go back to it?
I don't know if they'd want me.
I could write a letter. Tell me where to send it.
Thanks, but I want you to do something else.
Play the violin. Your father says you're good.
- Here? Now? - Sure, why not?
Cheer this joint up.
I'm a bit embarrassed. People will think I want them to throw money.
Well, what's wrong with a few extra bucks?
I guess I'll play this thing I've kind of been working on.
All right.
If I could play the violin like that, I'd never touch a football.
What's wrong with doing both?
Absolutely nothing.
Here you go. Put this on.
You gotta hurry. You don't wanna miss your train.
My father hates you, Coach Wingo.
Yeah, but he loves you.
Come here.
Goodbye, Bernard.
- I'm gonna miss you. - Me too.
- I'll write to you, okay? - You better. You better!
And don't smoke.
You might be needing this.
I thought classical pianists were...
...supposed to be pinched and anaemic-looking.
I'll sit you next to her in case you wanna make a pass.
No, thanks. She's not my type.
Good.
Why do you say that?
I think she's having an affair with my husband.
You've met everyone?
I'm intimidated. Madison Kingsley's my favorite writer.
Talk to him. I'm gonna check on dinner.
Thank you.
I'm delighted you're here.
I'm delighted I heard you play in person again.
What? Again?
Yes, I saw you at the Charleston Music Festival last summer.
- Brahms' violin concerto. - Bartók.
You ever seen a Stradivarius up close?
This is the finest instrument ever made.
Everyone, I'm going to play something in Mr. Wingo's honor.
It's not that often we have Southern guests, huh?
What would you like to hear? I'm afraid I don't know many...
...football songs.
Anything's fine with me.
Damn it all, Herb, that Mozart sure cranked out some snappy tunes.
Could you do me a favor and fix me a Scotch and soda, please?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Who is he?
That's a friend of Susan's.
Some football coach.
Charming.
The food is wonderful. Is it the same cook as last year?
- Yes. I'm glad you like it. - A minor artist.
How can you dismiss his work as unimportant, Spencer?
It's hanging in the goddamn Metropolitan.
Well, Madison, so is toilet paper.
Tom, talk to Madison. He's a great admirer of Southern authors.
Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor, Eudora Welty.
I love all those renegade Confederates.
You mean you love excess and eccentricity.
It's true. They're all mad as hatters, aren't they?
I suppose you know a few things about madness.
A bit.
Tom's sister is Savannah Wingo. Are you familiar with her work?
Yes. She's good.
Very good.
She's Susan's patient.
I don't think that's appropriate.
Everyone knows you're the great psychic healer of the literary community.
I'm surprised you don't get a share of their royalties.
What have you been drinking?
You should ask Tom. He poured it. Were you trying to poison me?
Not intentionally.
But you know how the subconscious mind works.
I like you, Tom.
I like your feistiness, your Tara-like pride.
You said you wouldn't do this.
You're right. I shouldn't pick on Tom.
I'll pick on you for turning my son into Quasimodo in a football uniform.
I can't believe you'd let Bernard play a game that'd hurt his hands.
I can't believe you'd come here. We all know you're fucking my husband.
I think you owe Monique an apology, Susan.
I think you owe me an apology, you son of a bitch.
Darling, where's your sense of humor?
Madison, what's the name of the character in your play?
I'm calling him S.B.
And he's modeled after a character sitting right at this table.
Not me, I hope.
Yoo-hoo, Herbert! Southern boy's got ahold of your fiddle!
What'd he say?
Better hurry, now! It's getting heavy!
- Herbert, what's taking you so long? - What do you think you're doing?
Darling, where's your sense of humor?
That Stradivarius is worth over $1 million!
Well, if I drop it, it won't be worth shit.
Don't do it, Tom.
- Apologize to your wife. - You're bluffing.
I may be. But it's a powerful bluff, isn't it, asshole?
I'm sorry, Susan!
Sincerity becomes you, Herbie.
Apologize to me for your unforgivable breach of etiquette at the table...
...you possum-breathed cocksucker.
I'm very sorry, Tom.
You all sure know how to give a party up here in New York City.
Tom, wait!
Now I know why you always seem so sad.
Please take me with you.
Let me warn you...
...the thought of falling in love terrifies me.
Then let's just be friends.
Very good friends.
I think I like adultery.
That's why they made it a sin.
Repent, sinners! Cast your lot with the Lord!
After last night, I'll need some repenting.
- Oh, I'm in trouble. - What? What?
Tell me. Why are you in trouble?
I'm starting to like this city.
What made you change your mind?
You have to ask?
I'm neurotic. I need reassurance.
Lowenstein, you could make me change my mind about anything.
Hi, Tom. Hot baked goods.
Did I interrupt something vile?
Well, hello, Susan! You look fabulous this morning.
I'm so glad you both got laid.
Hi, Eddie.
Do you like a little butter on your croissant, darling?
Ask him.
Guess what? I spoke to Bernard today...
... and he asked me to come visit him. I couldn't believe it.
That's great. That's fantastic.
I'm so grateful to you, Tom Wingo.
It was nothing, nothing. Come on, cut it out.
This is the property. It goes all the way around.
All the way over there. Isn't it beautiful?
Not as beautiful as you.
Oh, sweetheart.
This is it. Herbert never liked it, you know. It made him sneeze.
I miss the fresh smell of carbon monoxide, myself.
I can't believe we're only an hour from New York!
South Carolina's not the only state with trees.
In my next life, I wanna be you, Lowenstein.
I'll make lots of money from crazy people, have a city penthouse...
...a great country house and a guy like me.
- Come on. I wanna show you around. - All right.
Look, isn't it pretty?
Darling, you just broke a dozen eggs.
I don't care.
You know what I thought when I first saw you?
I thought, "Jesus, she hates me.
Why does she make me feel so damn stupid?"
What do you think now?
Right now?
I'm thinking, "Why does she make me feel so damn good?"
Because she loves you.
Lowenstein, Lowenstein.
Maybe I should be calling you "Susan" now.
No, I love the way you say "Lowenstein. "
You know...
...before I met you, I was in a deep sleep...
...and I didn't even know it.
I'm afraid.
Of what, sweetheart?
What's gonna happen when Sally wants you back?
She wants you back, you know.
What makes you so sure?
I've sampled the merchandise.
Oh, my God!
- Spread them wide. - You dirty thing!
I'm not being dirty. Spread them this way.
Now, you gotta tackle me.
Go on, tackle.
Catch it!
Ready.
- I'm too old for this game. - Me too.
This is the best part.
If we stay together, do I have to become Jewish?
Of course not. Herbert's not Jewish.
I don't mind. Everybody in my family's doing it.
There's Luke up there somewhere.
You stupid asshole!
When I was a kid, he seemed like a god to me.
How do you see him now?
Like a man...
...with limitations, like the rest of us.
Except you, Lowenstein. You're perfect.
I am far from it.
I look back on my life, and I realize that I've been...
...paralyzed for the last...
...God knows how many years.
How could I have stayed in a marriage like that?
Well, you had a son.
Oh, yeah, there were reasons...
...but none of them good enough.
I just never thought...
...that this was possible.
And now I...
I wake up in the morning, and I spend my whole day thinking...
..."Isn't it nice just to feel good?"
I hear you walk down the hall towards me...
...I can't stop smiling.
I smile all the time.
I love you, Lowenstein.
Can we go back to the cabin and make love all night?
You still have a lot to learn about the outdoors.
I'm glad you brought me here.
Lowenstein says she's gonna let you go home soon.
I think I'm ready.
What about you? When are you going home?
I don't know. Sally and I are having problems.
Oh, no. I'm sorry, Tom.
I thought I might stay here for a while.
You, in New York? I can't imagine that.
- You could never leave the South. - Well, you did.
Yeah, but I don't love it the way you do.
Oh, hi, Sal.
She called you.
We knew this day would come, didn't we?
But you're never quite...
...prepared for it.
Just hold me, please. I feel like I'm dying.
One of the things I love about you...
...is that you're the kind of guy who'll always go back to his family.
I gotta find me a nice Jewish boy. You guys are killing me.
You okay about going home?
I think so.
Good.
I started a new book of poems.
Oh, good.
I'm calling it:
The Prince of Tides.
And I dedicated it to somebody very special.
Luke would appreciate that, Savannah.
I dedicated it:
"To my brother Tom Wingo.
My memory. "
Oh, thank you, sweetheart.
Thank you.
Lowenstein, why are you making it so hard?
You just love her more.
Admit it.
No, Lowenstein.
Just longer.
We spent our last few hours together at the Rainbow Room...
... dancing a slow dance.
Just like in my dream.
I held her in my arms...
... as I told her that it was her doing that I could go back.
Six weeks before, I was ready to leave my wife, my kids.
I wanted out of everything.
But she changed that.
She changed me.
For the first time, I felt I had something to give back...
... to the women in my life.
They deserved that.
- Daddy! - Daddy's home!
Daddy, did you bring me anything?
So I returned to my Southern home and my Southern life.
It is in the presence of my wife and children...
... that I acknowledge my life, my destiny.
I am a teacher...
... a coach...
... and a well-loved man.
And it is more than enough.
In New York, I learned that I needed to love my mother and father...
... in all their flawed, outrageous humanity.
And in families, there are no crimes beyond forgiveness.
But it is the mystery of life that sustains me now.
And I look to the North...
... and I wish again that there were two lives apportioned to every man...
... and every woman.
At the end of every day, I drive through the city of Charleston...
... and as I cross the bridge that'll take me home...
... I feel the words building inside me.
I can't stop them or tell you why I say them.
But as I reach the top of the bridge...
... these words come to me in a whisper.
I say them as prayer.
As regret.
As praise.
I say...
... "Lowenstein. Lowenstein. "
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