- Is that lasagna? - It is.
- Zoe, will you set the table? - You never cook during the week.
That is so not true.
This is a special night. This is the first time Judy's been here
- since Rick has been... - Living here?
Staying over occasionally.
I wanted to make her something she really likes.
- Where are my skis? - Hall closet.
No, they're not, and I need them.
- Is that lasagna? - Judy's coming.
You cooked during the week?
- Why do you need your skis tonight? - The ski trip.
I need to get the bindings adjusted for my new boots.
- Hey. - Hey!
- What smells so good? - Lasagna.
- During the week? - The next who says that
doesn't get to eat any.
- Judy's coming. - Oh.
- Hey, honey. - Hey!
- What smells so good? - Lasagna.
- You cooked? - You don't get any.
That's okay. I'm off dairy, anyway.
- Since when? - I saw this great nutritionist.
I'll just have salad. Hey, Rick.
- Hi, Judy. - How you doing?
- Great. How are you? - Good.
Isn't this nice?
Everyone together for lasagna and... salad.
Mom?
Mom, could you please help me find my skis?
They're in the closet, Grace.
I can't find them, Mom.
Judy, would you toss? Zoe, the table.
Hmm.
So, no dairy, huh?
I found out I'm allergic.
Apparently, humans evolved without eating dairy,
and it does things to your body,
like attacking your mucous membranes,
and we're giving milk to children?
I mean, they're human. They're not little cows.
She's so out there.
- I think I'm allergic to half my life. - Which half?
Oh, if only I knew.
He's so contained.
They were right there in front of her eyes.
Oh, Judy, I wanted to ask you,
we have to find a place for the wedding.
- Already? - You kidding?
We only have five weeks left.
I was hoping that you would go with me
to look at a couple of places.
We can narrow it down, then take Rick back.
I guess his time is valuable.
Judy, it's just that you're so great at these things.
I keep telling her to hire somebody to look at places.
- We have to choose where to hold it. - How about a field somewhere?
Listen, I would be happy to help, but I am so busy these days.
We'll work around your schedule.
Oh, by the way, did you get that number from your friend?
- Number? - Yeah, of the photographer we liked.
Oh, yeah. Well, actually,
I'm not sure he does weddings. He's more of an artist.
Probably Miles.
Hello? Hi, Miles.
I don't think I've ever seen him without that phone.
- What? - Nothing.
There are so many books.
Rick's leaving. He has to go meet Miles.
- What's this? - Judy's helping with the Book Fair.
- Raising money for intramurals. - You should ask Jessie.
- Oh, definitely. - Yeah.
- Okay, good night, you all. - Good night.
Any other food groups I should be worried about?
- I'll let you know. - Okay, and you won't forget, will you?
- Forget? - The photographer.
The one with the camera.
- Let's hope. - Good night.
This project's so hard on him.
No one's making him do it.
- Grace. - Well, you're very supportive.
- Why shouldn't I be? - You should be. I'm not criticizing.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
When I criticize you, you'll know it.
- Hey, Jessie. - Hey.
Hi. How'd you do?
Oh, okay. This is Marni.
- Hey. - Hey.
So I thought you might want to help with Book Fair.
- Oh, sure. - We're setting up next Monday
and selling on Wednesday.
Oh. Okay. I can do that.
- Are you okay? - Oh, yeah.
Um, so Monday and Wednesday?
I'll be there.
Great, great.
- Okay, bye. - Bye.
I'll meet you at the lockers.
Jess?
- Jess? - No, I'm all right.
- What's the matter? - Nothing. I'm okay.
- Did you trip? - No.
I'm... I'm okay.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I just have to sit for a second.
I'm really okay.
- I should get a teacher. - No, no, no, no.
It's okay, really.
Let's just get dressed.
I swear, that's what he did.
- That Jessie girl fainted. - What?
- That freshman? - Your mother's boyfriend's daughter?
- Fiance. - What?
- Her boyfriend has a fiance? - The boyfriend's the fiance.
- Her mother's fiance's daughter. - Is she okay?
- Yeah, I guess. - You guess.
She got dizzy and went down in the locker room.
- Just now? - She got up and said she was fine.
- What is up with her? - It's obvious.
I mean, look at her. She's so anorexic.
So I thought we could do a classic section
and the rest by subject,
you know, science, computers,
whatever it is they teach you crazy kids these days.
- How many can you order? - As many as you can sell.
Whatever's left over I can sell here. How about a sports section?
I was thinking, like, psychology or self-help.
Well, I think that's great.
You know, like teenage issues.
Like, uh, divorce, peer pressure.
Eating disorders.
Eating disorders?
Yeah, you know, some kids might be interested or whatever.
Honey, you're not...
Are you having a problem?
Me? No.
Someone I know.
Someone you know?
No, Judy, I know how that sounds.
You say it's someone you know, people think you mean you,
but I mean, please. We're talking about anorexia.
- Do I look anorexic to you? - You look perfect to me.
So do I know her, your friend?
It's... Jessie,
Rick's daughter.
- Really? - It's been going on for awhile now.
She passed out today after practice.
- Oh, my God. Is she all right? - I guess.
I feel like I have this information, you know?
What should I do?
You could tell your mother.
No way.
Come on, Judy. You know how she is. She'll have to come to the rescue.
She'll tell Rick, and then it'll turn into this big deal,
and then Jessie will know I told, and she'll hate me.
Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out. Okay?
- Mom, what? - What?
Why are you staring at me?
I'm not staring at you, sweetie.
I was looking at your hair. It's getting long again.
Do you want me to set an appointment to get it cut?
I don't know.
- How about next Saturday? - Ski trip.
Well, your dad and I haven't really decided about that yet, Jess.
It's not that you can't go,
it's just that we need to discuss it some more.
- Which means no. - No, it doesn't.
Look, Jess, I... Five days away right now is...
Where you can't watch me every second.
I don't need to watch you.
I learned to ski when I was six.
My whole family went up to Devil's Head, Wisconsin,
and my father took me up to the very top of the mountain,
and he stood behind me,
and he put his skis on either side of mine,
and we just flew down the mountain.
It really was the most amazing thing I've ever felt.
So did Grace call you about the Book Fair?
Dad told you about that?
Honey, he just said that Grace may call
and ask you to help out.
Yeah, she talked to me.
- So, are you going to do it? - Yes, I'm going to do it.
Okay?
How about I call your dad tomorrow and we talk about it some more?
Okay?
Okay.
Oh, thank you.
- I think we're next. - Great.
I can't believe we have a whole evening alone.
- Is your phone on? - What phone?
Oh. Very funny.
You know,
I've been thinking that...
...maybe I should go with you to look at places for the ceremony.
- Really? - Yeah.
- You're so busy. - Yeah, but...
Judy's going with me.
She doesn't want to do that.
What are you talking about?
Lil, you know Judy's really not thrilled
with the whole idea of the wedding.
- That is so completely not true. - Well, it's not a crime.
She's happy we're getting married.
- Yes, ma'am. - She is.
Okay. I'm sorry to have besmirched the good name of your sister.
You think she's resentful?
It's got to be hard on her. It's your second marriage, after all.
You're wrong.
She's happy for me. I can tell.
Good.
If she had an issue, which I don't believe,
I mean, she...
She wouldn't let it affect her.
- She just wants me to be happy. - You're right. You're right.
She's actually a better person than you are. I'll marry her.
Oh. Just you wait. Everything is going to work out.
It's going to be a perfect wedding.
Except for the sullen teenagers, withholding relatives,
the exes in the parking lot with their voodoo dolls,
the threat of legal action over my entire...
Who wants dessert?
Not me. I need to practice.
- Did you finish your paper? - Nah, I blew it off.
- It's done. Relax. - I'm relaxed.
Hello?
- Hi. Karen? - This is Karen.
Hi, this is Judy... Brooks.
Oh, hi. How... how are you?
I'm okay. Uh, how are you?
I'm fine. Did I forget to pick up an order?
No, no. Um...
I actually have to talk to you about something else,
and it's kind of... personal,
Is this an okay time?
Uh, sure.
What... what's up?
Jess,
what happened after school today?
- Nothing. - Jessie.
Nothing.
- Did you faint? - Who was on the phone?
- Did you faint? - No. I just got dizzy for a second.
- It's not a big deal. Who called you? - Never mind.
- Did you black out? - Mom, no.
- Did you eat lunch today? - Yes.
- What did you eat? - Mom, I just got dizzy for a second.
The coach always makes us drink before practice,
and I didn't. I didn't have anything to drink all day.
Sweetie, why didn't you tell me?
- 'Cause it's nothing. - Fainting is not nothing!
I didn't faint! I just got dizzy.
Why do you have to make such a big deal about everything?
I'm okay.
Okay.
She's not better. She's worse.
Tell me what that means.
How do I know the fainting is an isolated case?
I don't see her progress. She's not eating.
Rick, what do you think?
I actually think she's doing better.
I mean, I only see her when she's at my house.
- She's eating more. - Junk food.
- No, food. - She's eating with you and not with me?
That is not what I'm saying.
Rick's parenting has always been so casual.
When the kids were small, they'd be teetering at the top of a jungle gym,
ready to fall flat on their faces,
and he'd hold me back and say, "Let them fall.
So they break a bone... once."
Karen approaches parenthood like it's a trial.
You have the evidence, the arguments, the verdict.
And if it's not all just right,
you're in contempt.
She moves food around. It looks like she's eating.
I can tell when she's eating.
Look, the truth is, she still has a problem.
She's going to have this problem for a while.
- That's how these things work. - So I sit there and watch her not eat,
and rag on her till she screams at me and basically become the food Nazi?
Basically.
Is that the best your profession has to offer?
Because I'm not interested, I tell you now.
I'm afraid my profession has yet to become an exact science.
You tell me our way isn't working, I believe you. There are other ways.
I'll try anything.
Okay. There's a new approach I've been reading about
which, of course, sounds like an old approach,
but it's been getting some good results.
- Go ahead. - It's basically behavior mod.
You set up rules, and this becomes Jessie's job.
In order to earn her keep,
a certain amount has to be eaten each day or each week.
It has to be an attainable goal.
I think I have something on this.
And as long as she does this,
she gets to keep her regular life,
which, in her case, seems pretty good,
telephone, trips to the mall,
martial arts. And if she doesn't,
then one of these things gets taken away,
not as a punishment, just as part of the deal.
She didn't earn it that week.
But most important is you don't discuss it.
You know, you don't get involved in cajoling,
you don't get involved in the arguing.
You don't engage, period. It just is.
Ah.
So, what do you think?
Sounds like training a dog.
Yeah, well, better than a rolled-up newspaper.
Look, it's actually harder than it sounds.
For some reason, nobody in our generation wants to be the bad guy,
or in other words, the parents.
This makes kids uneasy because the truth is they really want parents,
even if it means parents they get to hate sometimes.
What do you say you look at these and tell me what you think?
Okay.
Well, don't make it too late. They still have homework to do.
Okay.
- Hey. - Hey.
I printed up some order forms
for Grace to send home with the kids for the fair.
Oh. Jake took Grace to buy ski clothes.
- Oh, new boots, new clothes. - Tell me about it.
Someone described skiing as standing in a cold shower,
ripping up $100 bills.
Oh, so, Thursday, are you free to go look
at some wedding places with me?
- Thursday... - This chapel at Northwestern...
Thursday's not good. It's a bad week.
- I'm really busy. - So I've heard.
What have you heard?
Well, Rick said you called Karen about Jessie.
Oh.
I didn't realize you knew her so well.
- Yeah, from the bookstore. - Are you friends?
Well...
You're close enough to call her.
I don't know how close we are.
Close enough to discuss her daughter with her
instead of calling Rick, with whom you have a relationship.
- Is that what we have? - Why didn't you call him?
I wouldn't say we have a relationship.
Well, Judy, I'm marrying him.
- You're about to be his sister-in-law. - If you weren't marrying him,
if you broke up tomorrow, I'd probably never see him again.
What exactly is the problem?
- There's no problem. - Come on, Judy.
- It didn't occur to me to call him. - Why not?
Look, I'm sorry. We're just not very... connected yet.
You can't expect people just because...
I'm not expecting anything.
- You're not? - Judy.
So, is Jessie all right?
They think so.
Good.
I'll look at my schedule, switch some things around for Thursday.
Okay. That would be good.
Oh, guys, um,
this needs to go this way, like...
Thank you.
That looks good.
- Oh, thank you, boss. - Judy...
What are you doing?
Waiting for Gregg. He says he has to talk to me.
What is with guys? They're such drama kings.
Are they?
- Hi. - Hi.
- Jessie, uh, you remember Judy, right? - Yeah. Hi.
- You mind helping with the signs? - No.
Oh, great. Here.
I could use a computer one.
- Okay. - Great.
So, uh, what position do you play?
Forward, but we're running track right now
just to keep in shape.
Here we go.
- You know Kimberly? - Sort of.
She seems nice.
When I was your age, girls like that were my nightmare.
- Really? - Oh, God.
I was this completely awkward, gawky type.
- You? - Don't get me started.
I mean, high school for me was a disaster.
I broke out in hives just walking in here today.
I did.
The problem is, you know, when you're in it, you can't see.
What?
That all this stuff isn't real.
What stuff?
Who's popular, who's pretty,
who gets mean when they're scared.
When you're 18, you know, this is over, all of it,
and everything's different.
Watch this.
Here's the half-right head tilt
with the slightly tucked chin,
followed by a full-finger hair flip.
Yes, beautifully done. Man, she's good.
- Jess, who are you calling? - Marni.
No, I'm sorry. There's no phone tonight.
- But I need to talk to her. - Well, we discussed this.
If you eat what we agreed on at dinner,
- then you can use the phone. - But it's about homework.
You said your homework was done.
Is it?
You can't just do this out of nowhere.
Look, Jess, I know this is hard for you,
but it's the way it has to be.
Rosenfeld's such a jerk.
- Hey! - Why are you talking to him?
- He's my doctor. - We're trying to help.
This isn't helping.
Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way.
And I'm not going to talk to him anymore.
Well, you don't have to talk to him, but you do have to go to him.
And do what, just sit there?
If that's the way you need to do it,
but then there wouldn't be a ski trip.
This is so unfair.
I know it feels that way.
You don't know anything about how I feel.
There's just so much to think about.
All I want is this quiet small thing...
...and, God, you know, you'd think a second wedding would be easier.
You'd think so.
Even on this scale,
dresses for myself and for the girls, who to invite and not to invite...
- So don't do it. - What?
- The wedding. - What do you mean?
- Elope. - We can't elope.
- Why not? - 'Cause we have children, we have...
We can't elope. Zoe would be heartbroken.
And I want you to be there and Aaron and Mom...
I think... and Rick's mother.
Lily, it's okay to want a wedding.
I know.
- It's just embarrassing at my age. - That's completely ridiculous.
You're entitled to every bit of happiness you can grab.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
I think this next chapel is going to be the one.
It's not too big, it's romantic...
Oh! And it doesn't cost too much.
Did you find out if you can go Thursday?
- Lily, I don't know. - I don't have to be there until 7:15.
I'm expecting a shipment that afternoon,
uh, but I'll see if Randy can cover me.
Oh, that would be so great. Thank you.
Ah, these are much better. They're not so wide.
That's the second pair. What do you do to them?
- Nothing. - Jess!
- Hi, Marni. - Hi, Mr. Sammler.
- What are you doing here? - Fleece for the ski trip.
Got to have that fleece.
- Are you going? - Uh, I don't know yet.
- Did you do the math? - Yeah. It was easy.
Okay. Thank God. See you tomorrow.
- Bye. - Bye.
I promise I'll take care of myself if you let me go.
- I promise. - You need to show us.
- You always take her side. - This is not about sides, Jessie.
- She treats me like a baby. - She is worried about you.
- She's trying to do the right thing. - You talk to her.
I am with her on this.
When you start taking better care of yourself,
you'll get your freedoms back.
Now let's get of here. You'll be late.
You know, you can make phone calls if you want or do your work.
That's okay. This is your time.
Okay.
People!
People, the bell rings in four minutes!
Will you set these up for me?
- Oh, sure. - Thanks.
Oh...
You ever read this? It's great.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter?
I must have read this four times in high school.
What's it about?
It's about these people in a Southern town,
kind of outsiders.
This book saved me.
From what?
Myself.
What do you mean?
I had a lot of problems in high school.
You mean, like drugs or something?
Well, I was bulimic.
You were?
That's like what I was saying about this place.
I used to feel like I was allergic to high school
and how come nobody else seemed to feel it?
I felt like I was allergic to everything.
I didn't want to keep anything in my body.
But you know what I figured out?
I finally learned that all these people
who pretend to be fine, they're not.
They just have other ways they deal with it.
They drink or they act obnoxious or they, you know,
they do anything to be popular.
Why don't you keep this?
- Really? - Yeah. Let me know what you think.
- Sorry. - Judy, they have to lock up.
Oh, I'm sorry. The shipment was two hours late.
- I'm so sorry. - Fine. I'll get the lady.
Let me just catch my breath for a second.
You know what? The light's gone.
- You can't see the stained glass. - I'm 15 minutes late?
- No, half an hour late. - I'm 22 minutes late.
- Fine. You shouldn't have come at all. - What does that mean?
You have time to go to the Book Fair with your friend Karen.
- Oh, please. - You...
Okay, Judy, you know what? I know.
I'm getting married for the second time.
- This is not easy. - You really think this way?
- Anyone has a problem, they're jealous. - No.
Wanna know my problem? I don't want to go there.
- You're there. What? - The groom.
- I knew it. - Why did you make me say it?
What do you have against Rick?
First of all, you never gave me a chance
to have my own reaction to him, okay?
I have done nothing but tell you my doubts from the beginning.
- "I'm scared with someone wonderful." - You are hateful.
And you are just blind sometimes.
You don't like Rick because I like him too much?
No, I don't like Rick
because I think he's distant and preoccupied and he's repressed.
How do you presume to know that?
What, you get to decide what qualities
I should fall in love with?
No, it is none of my business, but I don't trust him, okay?
I don't think he knows himself.
I don't think he's at all clear who he is who he is going to end up being.
You're right. You should not come with me to find a chapel
and you should not come to this wedding.
No, Lily, wait a sec. This didn't come out right.
- I didn't want to say this, I didn't. - Too late.
Hello?
In here.
Hey.
How did it go?
Fine.
Um, I have homework, so good night, Dad.
- Good night, sweetie. - Good night.
- Did she eat? - Uh, a salad.
A salad?
It had tofu on it. She did fine, Karen.
Yeah, fine.
I don't even know what that means anymore.
I think we should let her go on the ski trip.
I mean, I see her trying
and I think she should be rewarded.
- You're letting her manipulate you. - She is not.
This approach might be working,
and that would be wonderful, but only if we stick with it.
And if it is working, she should be rewarded.
She's not ready to handle this on her own.
I mean, we're not talking about going to a movie or buying a CD.
We're talking about five days.
She needs us to set these boundaries, that's why it's working.
If she doesn't try these scary adult things,
how will she learn she can do them?
- I think you're wrong. - I think I'm right.
Well...
How do we decide this?
I've already decided.
Karen, we agreed a long time ago
that everything regarding these kids would be mutual.
We are talking about her health, not your prerogatives.
Good night, Jess.
"With her, it was like there were two places,
the inside room and the outside room.
School and the family and the things that happened every day
were in the outside room.
Foreign countries and plans and music
were in the inside room."
Yeah?
Thank you for leaving these in the middle of the stairs.
Sorry.
What is all this?
I'm cleaning out my closet.
- Well, what are these? - To go.
- Jess, you love this sweater. - Mom, I hate it.
I bought this. You can't throw this away.
- I'm not. I'm going to donate it. - Jess, I know you.
- You'll want to wear it again. - Please leave, I want to be alone.
- Put this in a drawer. - I said I didn't want it!
"She could be in a house full of people
and still feel like she was locked up by herself."
Can you please leave?
Jess, I know you're angry about the ski trip, but...
But what?
You're not going to change your mind, no matter what I do.
You get to decide everything.
- That is not true. - Yes, it is.
You act like you trust me,
but only when I'm doing what you want.
Can you please get out of my room?
Hey.
You want a book?
No.
Oh.
I hear you don't want me to marry your sister.
- Is that what she said? - More or less.
I mean, you're entitled to your own opinion, but I have to admit
I'm curious about the specifics.
I just worry about her, that's all.
I understand that. You've seen her hurt.
But I don't want to have to stand here...
...and assure you that everything's going to work out,
because how can I know that?
We're going to do this
and I want your good will,
but if we have to live without it,
we can.
Does this mean you're going to hate me now?
It's not as if I've been your biggest supporter.
Oh.
Does this mean you're going to hate me more?
Not possible.
You know, I only want her to be happy,
and to the extent that you can help that,
you and I should do fine.
Thank you, by the way,
for speaking to Jessie.
That was easy.
For her to see someone she admires
who's okay, that's...
She needs that.
Well, she's a great kid.
- Mm-hmm. - Must have been her mother's influence.
Absolutely.
- Goodbye, Judy. - Bye.
Oh, wait.
The photographer.
Thanks.
No problem... Rick.
Uh, so, is this okay, that I'm here alone?
Let me check the rule book.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know if any of this is right.
I don't think that Jessie is ready to be away from us for five days.
So don't let her go.
Well, everyone thinks I'm wrong.
- Everyone meaning Jessie? - And Rick.
Two against one.
Maybe that's why you're here, to even the odds?
So, what constitutes ready?
I suppose being able to take care of herself.
- Eat? - Yes.
- Is she eating when she's with you? - A little.
That means the deal you made with her is working.
I don't know. I guess she's eating
a microscopically larger amount.
That's great news. So, of course, you're convinced
that if she goes away, it will all stop.
Well, how do I know?
You're scared.
Yes, I'm scared.
The school people don't care about her the way I do.
How can I count on them to make sure what kind of portions she's eating
or whether she gets all her calories from junk food or soda?
She fainted, remember?
It's not my imagination.
This is a life-or-death issue.
I'm responsible for her.
- You're her mother. - Yes, I'm her mother,
and I've been her mother for 14 years.
I'm who noticed she wasn't breathing when she had pneumonia,
and I'm the one who looked out the window and saw her bike
about to run in front of a truck.
And if her bus crashes,
are you responsible for that too?
What?
If she skis into a tree, if a lift cable breaks,
if an asteroid crashes into the Earth...
Thank you very much. You know I can't control those kind of things.
- Well, what can you control? - Whether she eats.
Can you?
- Are you saying I'm too controlling? - You tell me.
No, if you have something to say to me, you say it, damn it.
Have you heard it before?
- What do you think? - From Rick?
From before Rick.
So this is all my fault?
Karen the control freak,
Karen who needs everything to follow her plan?
Who's afraid the world might fly apart
if she's not there to take responsibility for everything?
Well, who else is going to take responsibility?
Karen...
I don't know you really, but I have a feeling
you've been asking yourself that question long before Jessie was born.
Yeah.
But, uh, this is Jessie's therapy and not mine.
Right?
Okay.
Okay, so... so, what do we do?
I can't just see my little girl sick and do nothing.
- Hey. - Hey. What are you doing here?
Well, I was hoping I might find Karen. I wanted to ask her some things
about Rick's problems.
Okay.
You're right.
I have never really asked you
what you thought about Rick,
and maybe that was selfish,
but I'm not sure I really wanted to know.
That's fair.
You know, it's...
It's kind of like dairy, Judy.
One day, all of a sudden,
you find out you're allergic to dairy,
but there are millions of people who can tolerate it just fine.
You're just so sensitive to everything,
to me, to Mom and men.
I know Rick has problems,
but there's so many remarkable things about him that you don't know.
Judy?
It's hard for me not to worry about you.
What are you worried about?
I'm worried that he'll sit in my chair at dinner,
that he'll... drink out of my coffee mug.
- Oh, Judy. - That I won't be able to
call at 2:00 in the morning when I have a bad date.
You never do that.
- But I could. - Yeah, of course you could.
Ohh.
I do want you at the wedding,
as long as you don't have a very good time.
Bye, Mom. I'll call you later.
Okay.
Honey, don't forget your jacket.
All right, she's all set.
- Oh, please be careful. - I will.
Don't forget that kick-turn.
Forget everything. Just think bunny trail.
- Mom. - I'm kidding.
It's a dangerous sport. No clowning around.
- I will. - Okay.
- Okay, bye. - Daddy. Dad.
Okay, okay.
- Honey. - Bye.
Have a great time.
Bye.
All right.
And don't forget to wear your helmet!
Hi, sweetie.
How are you doing?
Sign in.
Bye, Katie. Have a great trip.
You look great.
I'll get that. That one's heavy, so...
That's fine. That's fine, I've got it.
Have a good time, sweetie.
And wear your hat.
- I will. - The most as you'll ever go
Is back where you used to know
All right. Bye, mom.
Where as you watch
The hour snow
Years may go by
Bye, honey.
Years may go by
So hold on to your special friend
Here, you'll need something
To keep her in
Now, you stay inside
This foolish grin
Though any day your secrets end
But then again years may go by
And years
May go by
I've been subpoenaed to appear.
A grand jury is investigating Atlantor?
Something's happening.
- I can't talk. - Why would you be arrested?
It's possible that some people did bad things.
State the nature of your relationship with Miles Drentell.
Conspiring with me? About what?
Worse-case scenario, I go to prison.