Patch one of your best and then we'll patch both of them.
Okay?
Hey, I got something.
Hot enough for you?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's so humid.
I've got football practice tonight.
Be like playing in a sauna.
Watch out for that Italian guy.
What's his name?
Corrente?
Yeah.
Remember what happened to your knee last week?
You should be careful, Brad.
I'll be careful.
Promise?
Yeah. Yeah, I promise.
Weatherman said scattered showers.
I don't see scattered showers.
Mom, could I please have some money for a snack?
No, sweetheart. You guys just had a snack. No.
Oh, okay.
All they want is sugar.
Constantly.
Oh, no.
It's him.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh my God, it's him.
He's in the pool.
Oh my God!
Jacob, get out of the pool now!
Oh my God. That's him.
- Get away from that man. - Why is everybody running to the pool?
Brooke? Jake?
Dale, you'd better get over here.
Get out of the pool!
Where's your sister?
Why'd we have to get out, Mom?
I' scared.
- What did he do? - What's going on?
I' scared.
Um, why the police is here?
Um, there's a man over there who doesn't have a ticket to get in,
so they're asking him to go home.
Mr. McGorvey. Mr. McGorvey.
It'd be wise for you to get out of the pool at this time.
Did that man go near you?
You're sure he didn't touch you?
Step out of the pool, sir.
I was only trying to cool off.
All right, let's go.
You can go back in the pool.
Bear with us, please. You know what that sounds means.
Let's go. Out of the pool. We're closing her up. Let's go.
Exit the pool and vacate the grounds immediately.
Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.
You're going to carry her? Come on, put her in the stroller.
No, she won't do the stroller.
- Really? - No, she will not do this.
Lucy, would you like to go in the stroller?
Can I interest you in a stroller? It appears she'd like a stroller.
It's out of your way.
No, it's fine. You don't mind, do you, Aaron?
Run!
You'd better come inside. You can't walk home in this.
Oh!
- You can put him down in Lucy's room. - Okay.
This is amazing.
She never naps.
Well, he'll be out for the next two hours.
We'll have to get him out of that nightgown, though,
before he wakes up or he'll never forgive me.
Nice place.
- You think so? - Yeah.
Well, Richard does all right for himself.
What's he do, again?
Lies. Um, please have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.
Better not, I might ruin your furniture.
I'll put these things in the dryer and get us some towels.
Okay.
Oh, God!
Do you feel bad about this?
No, I don't.
I do.
I feel really bad.
Okay.
Son?
Be well.
May knew it wasrt natural
for a grown man to be living with his mother.
No hobbies, no diversions.
It was like he was still in prison.
What he needed was a girlfriend,
and May intended to help him find one.
There are four whole columns of lonely women here,
and only a handful of men. The odds are on our side.
Why wouldn't one of these women want
to meet a nice person like you?
I' not a nice person.
You did a bad thing.
But that doesn't mean you're a bad person.
I have a psychosexual disorder.
You're better now.
They wouldn't have let you out if you werert.
They let me out because they had to.
Well, maybe if you found
a girlfriend closer to your own age
you wouldn't have the bad urges so often.
I don't want a girlfriend my own age, Mommy.
I wish I did.
What are you going to do when I' gone?
Who's going to take care of you?
What's the matter, Mommy?
Are you sick or something?
I' an old woman. I' not going to live forever,
Who's going to cook for you?
Who's going to wash the dishes?
I can wash the dishes,
You've never washed a dish in your life.
I could do it if I had to. I' not a retard.
No, you're not.
You're a miracle, Ronnie.
We're all miracles.
You know why?
Because as humans,
everyday we go about our business,
and all that time
we know, we all know
that the things we love,
the people we love...
at any time, it can all be taken away.
We live knowing that
and we keep going anyway.
Animals don't do that.
Now I' not asking you to get married, Ronnie.
I' just saying put an ad in the paper, see what happens.
Fine. I'll do it if it will make you happy.
But just one date. All right?
You have a nice smile, why don't we start with that?
What else?
You always eat what I put in front of you. You never complain.
What else?
You're trying to get back in shape.
You exercise.
Wait right there, young man.
If you're going out for some exercise,
you can post this now.
Hmm.
Mmm.
Come on.
Let's do it again.
All right.
God, it's hot as hell up here.
What's wrong with the laundry room?
No mattress.
Come on. Lie down.
You're nervous, aren't you?
What? What do you mean?
The game.
Don't worry. You'll be great tonight.
I don't know. I haven't played in 10 years.
It used to be my whole life.
Then when I stopped, I just...
stopped. I didn't even miss it.
Now that I' playing again, I...
feel l...
I don't know.
You feel alive.
Yeah.
That's good.
That's how you're supposed to feel.
You're right.
I guess it's just been awhile.
Yeah.
Shake.
- Call it. - Heads.
Heads it is.
Ready?
- Hello? - Hi, Mom. Did I wake you?
Oh, no honey. Is everything okay?
Yeah, I' fine.
You don't sound fine.
No, there's nothing wrong. I just wanted to say hi.
Well, hi.
Hi.
So how's my little guy?
He's great. He's sleeping right here next to me.
He's such a cutie.
So where's Brad?
Brad's out.
Oh, I' surprised the library stays open this late.
Well, he's not at the library.
He's playing football with some buddies.
Oh, honey. Do you remember when your father took up golf?
He's not like dad.
Honey, they're all the same.
Well, he's not.
You work so hard.
Now listen...
I could keep an eye on the boys when you're at work;
make sure they're staying out of trouble.
- Do you want me to come up for a visit? - No no, Mom, don't come.
Well, honey, I worry about you kids.
Now what are you going to do if he fails the test again?
He's not going to fail the test.
Oh, honey, that's what you said last time.
Now how are you doing for money?
We're fine.
I' going to send you a little extra this month.
- Mom... - Honey, it's no burden.
- Mom... Mom, please. - I' happy to help.
Aw, shit.
Although the Guardians lost by 26 points,
Brad felt oddly exhilarated in the bar after the game.
He could feel a new respect in the way the cops looked at him.
- What you drinking, buddy? - He wasrt on probation anymore.
He was a member of the team.
Ice and Advil.
If all else fails, you can always see the team physician,
dr. Daniels. All his friends call him Jack.
- To the good doctor. - Hear, hear.
- Larry? Here, you go Larry. - Oh, thanks.
Let me just grab a chair.
Oh, we just gave you a shot. We just gave you a shot.
I had no business being on that field tonight.
I let you down.
I let the whole team down.
I' slow and I' fat.
I let that guy piss all over me.
Come on. That guy was offsides the whole night.
Joanie left me.
Took the kids and went to her mother's.
Jesus, Larry, that's a tough break.
Oh, I deserved it.
Me and my big mouth.
I called her a fucking whore,
right in front of the kids.
Why did you do that?
Huh, I don't know.
I was in a bad mood or something.
Now I' fucked.
Hey, did you hear about the pervert?
He went swimming at the town pool.
- What? - Yeah.
- Who told you that? - Nobody. I saw it myself.
- The town pool? - Yeah, during the heatwave.
- The town pool? - Yep.
Th-that place is crawling with kids.
I mean, my boys go there.
Yeah, well, you know what, it was just that one time.
Um, he... he won't be back. The cops came.
Cops? What cops? Anyone from the team?
Uh, no.
You sure?
- Anyone from the team show up there? - No no.
- Yes or no! - I' saying no.
- No, nobody... - Jesus Christ,
that little fucking weasel.
Larry, slow down.
Slow down, Larry!
- What now? - Good evening, Mrs. McGorvey.
We were wondering if Ronnie was home.
You leave him alone.
We just want a little moment of his time. Just a little chat.
This is my house. I pay the mortgage,
and I say who is and isn't...
Yoo-hoo, Ronnie!
- Get your perverted ass down here now. - I' calling the police.
I hear they're well-disposed to child molesters.
It's okay, Mommy. Can I help you, gentlemen?
Ronnie, you go on upstairs.
Larry, let him go. I think he gets the point. We can go home now.
You listen to me, you little piece of shit.
You stay the fuck away from the town pool.
- You hear me? - You're a bully!
My Ronnie would never do what he did.
That poor child at the mall...
what you did to him.
Larry?
Why did she say that?
Oh, don't pretend you don't know about me.
Everybody knows. Everybody!
Look, h-honestly, l... I don't know anything.
I remember hearing something...
a few years ago when we first moved here, but...
something about a... a shooting
at the mall.
That's... that's it. That's all.
I didn't even know you then.
I' sorry.
Sorry.
It's okay.
Dispatch said there was a shooter loose at the mall.
It was 10 minutes from the end of my shift.
10 minutes and there would have been someone else.
I can still see that boy's face staring up at me.
Yeah, but... but it was an accident.
You were trying to stop a guy,
and the... the boy g-got caught
in the crossfire, right?
No, I panicked.
There was no shooter.
Just the boy.
Antoine Harris was his name.
He was big for his age, only 13 years old.
He was a good kid. Thought it was a joke,
waving around an air gun at his friend
in the Big 5.
They were acting out some scene from some movie they liked.
Shop girl saw it from across the way,
called 911.
Jesus, that's terrible.
That...
well, you didn't know.
It could have been real.
But it wasrt.
His parents...
uh, his parents...
I had to...
I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress syndrome
by three different psychiatrists.
That's why I retired.
I couldn't do the job anymore.
- So why don't you do something else? - Like what?
Drive a forklift at Costco?
Maybe you could go back to school.
I loved my job.
I don't wanna do anything else.
You ever think about the term "homeland security"?
I mean, really think about it?
The day that you found out
that your father had been killed in Iraq,
do you remember that day?
Can you talk about that?
You feel comfortable talking about that?
After the men came
to tell my mom,
I cried,
but she didn't.
She just went up to her room
and grabbed the pillows off the bed,
cut the tops off of them with a pair scissors.
There were feathers all over the place.
That must have really frightened you.
No, she was trying to find the crown.
The crown?
The crown you leave in your pillow
when you've slept on it for a long time.
My...
my father had two crowns.
Stop there.
- You hungry? - No.
Mind if I get some lunch?
No, go ahead.
Brad?
Honey, you there?
Pick up. I know you're there.
It's Aarors nap time.
Okay, I guess you guys are out somewhere.
Um...
I love you both.
Bye.
I certainly did.
Here we go.
I don't know, Jean. I don't think I' up for this.
Well, now don't be silly.
- It'll be fun. - Really?
You're not the only little sister here tonight.
- Oh, that's good. - Oh!
Hi, would you like a glass?
Did anybody like this book? Because I really just hated it.
It's so depressing.
She cheats on her husband with two different guys,
wastes all his money, then kills herself with rat poison?
Do I really need to read this?
Well, there is a lot of good descriptive writing.
It's supposed to be depressing.
It's a tragedy.
Madame Bovary was undone by a tragic flaw.
What's her flaw?
Blindness. She didn't see
that the men were just using her.
She just wants a little romance in her life.
- You can't blame her for that. - It's about womers choices.
Back then, a woman didn't have a lot of choices.
You could be a nun or a wife.
- That's all there was. - Or a prostitute.
She had a choice.
She had a choice not to cheat on her husband.
I found it refreshing to read about a woman
reclaiming her sexuality.
Is that a nice way of saying she's a slut?
Madame Bovary's not a slut.
She's one of the great characters in Western literature.
I was a little puzzled by some of the sexual references.
Look, like this one.
Um...
"He abandoned every last shred
of restraint and consideration.
He turned her into something compliant,
something corrupt."
Does anyone know what that means?
It means she's a slut.
Is he tying her up
or something?
Anal sex.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Did everyone get that but me?
Let's set that aside for now.
I' really eager to hear what
our other little sister has to say.
I' not sure if you know this, but Sarah has a Phd
in English lit.
Just a masters.
I never wrote my dissertation.
Well, you still have a lot more expertise
than the rest of us.
I think I understand your feelings about this book.
I used to have some problems with it myself.
When I read it in grad school,
Madame Bovary just seemed like a fool.
She marries the wrong man,
makes one foolish mistake after another.
But when I read it this time, I just fell in love with her.
She's trapped.
She has a choice. She can either accept a life of misery
or she can struggle against it.
And she chooses to struggle.
Some struggle... hop into bed
with every guy who says hello.
Well, she fails in the end, but there's something beautiful
and even heroic in her rebellion.
My professors would kill me for even thinking this,
but...
in her own strange way,
Emma Bovary is a feminist.
Oh, that's nice.
So now cheating on your husband makes you a feminist?
No no no.
It's not the cheating. It's the hunger.
The hunger for an alternative,
and the refusal to accept a life of unappiness.
Maybe I didn't understand the book.
She just looks so pathetic.
Is she pretty?
Who?
Your wife.
Degrading yourself for nothing.
It's a simple question.
She's pretty, okay? Do we have to talk about this now?
I mean, did she really think a man like that was gonna run away with her?
Possibly.
How pretty is she?
A knockout.
Beauty's overrated, Sarah.
Brad had meant this to be comforting.
But at 3:00 in the morning, it had precisely the opposite effect.
He had a beautiful wife,
a knockout, and she was sleeping beside him right now.
Only someone who took his own beauty for granted
would have been able to say something so stupid
and with a straight face.
Weekends were difficult for Sarah.
48-hour prison stretches
separating one happy blur of weekdays
from the rest.
I' going to the ocean.
- You are? - I' going to the ocean.
Is he doing his ocean dance?
Sarah sometimes let herself be carried away by fantasies
of a future very different from the life she was living now,
in which she and Brad were free to love each other
in broad daylight;
where they had no one to answer to
but each other.
It could happen, she thought. It had to,
because she wasrt sure she could keep living like this
for very much longer.
Open your mouth again.
No, I don't want to.
May your mouth be open.
May your mouth.
This is coming into your mouth.
Open your mouth, little fishy.
Hungry, hungry.
Little fishy is not hungry?
You okay?
Yeah, fine.
- How about you? - Great.
So how was your weekend?
You really wanna know? It sucked.
How was yours?
Terrible.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah, we went to the beach and all Kathy and I did
was argue the whole time.
Oh, you did?
Yeah, it was our annual argument
over taking the bar exam,
like our whole life depends on it.
Get it over with. You'll feel better.
It's this whole thing.
Gotta take a train on Wednesday.
It's a two-day ordeal.
I' not even gonna pass.
- You'll be fine. - No.
No, I won't.
I haven't cracked a book all summer.
I missed you.
I missed you, too.
Don't... don't do it.
- What? - The test.
- Oh. - Blow it off.
We should go somewhere,
just for a night, you know?
Richard's out of town till Friday,
and I' sure I can get a sitter for Lucy.
No, I can't do that.
I gotta take the test.
That's good.
- Looks good? - Yeah.
Well, I have a good feeling about this whole thing.
In fact, I think I' gonna go buy a bottle of champagne
and put it in the fridge, and we can open it to celebrate
when we get the good news.
Don't get your hopes up.
We've been through this before.
Huh-uh. This time's gonna be different.
I can feel it.
Can you believe it? This is our first date.
Like a date, you know, without the kids, I mean.
How was Lucy? Did she cry or anything?
No, are you kidding?
With Jean there, she just about shoved me out the door.
I thought we could make something really beautiful.
I have so many things here.
We could make...
a picture frame.
Or a jewelry box.
Or a hat.
Something for my mommy.
Okay.
- Stop it, stop it. - No, Ronnie.
Ron... Ron... Ronnie, just hold on.
Now there.
You look handsome. She won't be disappointed.
Wait'll she hears about my criminal record.
I don't think you need to get into that just yet.
Why don't you stick to small talk?
What if someone recognizes me?
That's highly unlikely. I made the dinner reservation
at a restaurant over in Haverhill.
Sheila.
- Sheila. - Yeah.
Something wrong with the food?
No, it's fine.
Back at the house you mentioned you were on medication.
- What kind? - All kinds.
Mostly psychotropic.
So you had some kind of a breakdown?
Mm-hmm, my junior year in college.
You were that young?
What happened?
I don't really know.
Well, nervous breakdowns don't just come out of nowhere.
Something must have caused it.
I guess.
But I was fine before I left for college.
I don't know. Maybe it was the stress
of being on my own.
Maybe it's a chemical imbalance in my brain.
Every psychiatrist I go to has a different opinion.
This one guy, dr. Faris,
he said I must have been sexually abused as a child.
When I told him I wasrt,
he said I must be repressing the memory.
Right, um, so what happened after that?
Did you drop out of school?
Not right away.
My mother wanted me to go
to the campus counseling center.
And they wanted the problem fixed, like I could just
snap my fingers and everything would be okay again.
Yeah, I know all about that.
You do?
Yes, I do.
So they said I could leave school
and get married and have lots of kids like my sisters,
and I can't take care of kids.
I can't even take care of myself
most of the time. Besides, who's gonna marry me?
You're not so bad.
What?
You're... you're not so bad.
I haven't had a real boyfriend in six years,
not since my second breakdown.
I had this thing happen on a Greyhound bus.
- I was... - do you want me to wrap that up?
Oh, no, thank you.
No, wrap it up, please. I'll take it home.
Folks gonna want dessert?
What do you say, Sheila? You wanna share something sweet?
Let's make a little stop.
Take the next left.
Turn off the lights.
I had a nice time tonight.
The last guy I went out with,
you know what he did?
He ditched me.
He got up to go to the mers room,
never came back.
Stuck me with the check.
Never said goodbye.
Never called to apologize.
He wasrt my type anyway. He was a big-shot CPA.
Super normal guy. Didn't want to be dating some psycho.
But you seem like a nice person.
Better not tell on me.
You hear me?
You better not tell, or I'll fucking get you.