[gentle jazz music]
* *
[door creaks]
- LUTHER, YOU PIRATE.
- [growls] - THERE HE IS.
- [chuckling]
- HARRY, DID YOU CATCH ANYTHING THIS WEEKEND?
- YEAH, I CAUGHT HELL. - OH.
- HOW ARE YOU, PETE?
- HARRY, I'M GONNA NEED SOME DEER MEAT, BUDDY.
- NO PROBLEM. GOT A FREEZER FULL.
- MORNING, HARRY.
- YOU EVER GONNA FIX THAT KAYAK OF YOURS, HANK?
- NICE TO HAVE A DREAM.
- [chuckles]
- YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
- WAS OUT DANCING TILL DAWN.
- IT'S NOT MUCH FUN DANCING BY YOURSELF.
YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED ME.
- [chuckles]
- DID YOUR SON REMEMBER?
- NO.
I NEVER REMEMBERED MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY EITHER.
- OH, I DON'T BELIEVE THAT.
HEY.
THERE'S A RUMOR YOU'RE SELLING THE BUSINESS.
- [sighs]
I NEVER PLANNED ON DYING IN THE SADDLE.
BESIDES, MURIEL, I'M A YOUNG MAN.
I'M A TIGER.
- [chuckles] THAT'S RIGHT.
AND WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
MY DAD RETIRED, WENT TO LIVE IN FLORIDA,
DIED OF CANCER IN TEN MONTHS.
- WELL, I WON'T DO ANYTHING PRECIPITOUS.
- BIG WORD FOR SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.
MORNING, HARRY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
I KNOW IT'S ON THE 27TH, BUT I WAS OUT OF TOWN YESTERDAY.
- HE REMEMBERS. MY SON DIDN'T.
- I KNOW THE BIRTHDAYS OF ALL MY CLIENTS.
DON'T TRY TO. IT JUST STICKS IN MY HEAD.
OKAY, HERE'S THOSE FIGURES YOU WANTED, HARRY.
THAT IS A SWEET DEAL FOR PAULEY.
YOU COULD ASK FOR MORE.
- I'M GONNA CHEW ON IT A LITTLE BIT MORE, SAM.
MURIEL SAYS I'M GONNA DIE OF CANCER TEN MONTHS AFTER I SELL.
- YOU KNOW, HARRY, ON AVERAGE,
MARRIED MEN LIVE LONGER THAN SINGLE MEN.
IT'S A FACT.
- THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PROPOSAL, DOESN'T IT, SAM?
- IT'S NOT. IT'S JUST A FACT.
- I HEARD YOU CAN GET THE SAME BENEFITS WITH A CAT.
- SO GET A CAT.
- OR I COULD MOVE TO COSTA RICA,
GET MYSELF A BEAUTIFUL SENORITA,
LIVE THE LIFE OF RILEY DOWN THERE.
- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, "COSTA RICA?"
YOU CAN'T EVEN SPEAK SPANISH.
- AND WHERE WOULD I FIND ANOTHER LEAD SINGER?
DON'T FORGET ABOUT REHEARSAL ON WEDNESDAY.
- I'LL BE THERE.
[chuckles] WHAT?
- HOW ABOUT I COME OVER TONIGHT
AND GIVE YOU A NICE BIRTHDAY BLOW JOB?
- [stammers]
- [laughs nervously]
IT'S A JOKE, HARRY.
- WHAT'D HE SAY, MURIEL?
- NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, HANK.
[clanking]
- MORNING, BOSS.
- ANYBODY CALL?
- UH, DOUG FENTON.
SAID HE WANTED AN ESTIMATE ON A NEW HOUSE.
I TOLD HIM YOU'D GET BACK TO HIM.
- YOU TAKE CARE OF IT.
- MAKE THE CALL?
- MAKE THE ESTIMATE.
- YOU WANT ME TO MAKE THE ESTIMATE?
- WHAT'D I JUST SAY?
- IT'S A HUGE JOB.
- THEN YOU BETTER NOT FUCK IT UP.
I'LL GO TO MRS. SCHROEDER'S,
PROBABLY NOTHING BUT ANOTHER LIGHTBULB.
THEN I'LL HEAD OUT TO DAN PARKER'S PLACE.
- WHAT IF HE ASKS ME WHY YOU'RE NOT MAKING THE ESTIMATE?
- TELL HIM I DON'T DO ESTIMATES ANYMORE.
TAKE MY CHEROKEE.
- OH, HEY. UH...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY. RIGHT?
- IT WAS YESTERDAY.
MRS. SCHROEDER?
- YES?
- IS THAT FRESH BANANA BREAD I'M SMELLING?
- OH, THERE'S NO SURPRISING YOU, HARRY SWEENEY.
- ONLY WHEN IT COMES TO FOOD,
ESPECIALLY FRESH BANANA BREAD WITH COFFEE WITH CHICORY.
- DID YOU FIND OUT WHAT THE PROBLEM WAS?
- OH, YEAH, YOU HAD A COUPLE OF LOOSE WIRES,
BUT I TAPED IT UP REAL GOOD.
- WELL, I HOPE YOU'RE HUNGRY.
- I SKIPPED MY BREAKFAST ON PURPOSE.
- [chuckles]
I GOT MY TICKETS FOR THE CONCERT,
AND I'M SITTING RIGHT UP FRONT.
- WELL, YOU'RE MY INSPIRATION.
- SOMETIMES YOU LAY IT ON PRETTY THICK, HARRY SWEENEY.
- I COULD ALWAYS MAKE MRS. WELLS MY INSPIRATION.
- [gasps] DON'T YOU DARE.
- NO?
- NO!
[gentle jazz music]
* *
- OH, MY GOD, YOU MADE IT!
IT'S SO GREAT TO SEE YOU, SON.
[groans happily and chuckles]
- LISTEN, I WOULD HAVE BEEN HERE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY,
BUT THIS PIECE OF JUNK BLEW A HEAD GASKET
ON THE JERSEY TURNPIKE.
- YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED ME.
- I WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU.
- WELL, YOU DID.
YOU GOT ME GOOD.
YOU BEEN WORKING OUT? - TRYING TO.
- YOU LOOK GOOD. YOU HUNGRY?
- I WANT TO TAKE YOU OUT TO DINNER.
EARLY DINNER.
- YOU KNOW, UH, IT'S KIND OF HARD
TO FIND A GOOD RESTAURANT AROUND HERE.
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.
I'LL THROW A COUPLE OF STEAKS ON THE GRILL.
HOW'D THAT BE, HUH? HUH? HUH?
- THAT WOULD BE GREAT.
THAT'D BE GREAT.
- OKAY. COME ON IN.
HOW LONG CAN YOU STAY?
- WELL, I HAVE TO GET BACK TO WORK ON MONDAY.
I LOST TWO DAYS AND 700 BUCKS TRYING TO GET HERE.
- OH, MY GOD.
- DO YOU MISS HOME?
- SOMETIMES.
[phone ringing]
HELLO.
- HEY, HARRY SWEENEY?
- YEAH.
- IT'S ME, KELLY.
- WHO? - THOMAS KELLY.
ELECTRICIAN'S MATE, THIRD CLASS, USS FORRESTAL.
- JESUS CHRIST.
HOW'D YOU FIND ME?
- THAT'S NICE.
IS THAT ALL YOU GOT TO SAY
AFTER 32 YEARS, YOU SON OF A BITCH?
- IT'S JUST SUCH A DAMN SURPRISE.
HOW ARE YOU?
- I'M DYING.
I GOT A COUPLE DAYS, MAYBE.
- OH, SHIT, KELLY.
- [sighs] YEAH.
WELL...
LISTEN.
DO YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT
WE ALMOST...KILLED KAGAN?
I KNOW I'M GOING TO HELL FOR IT.
- WHEN DID YOU GET RELIGION?
- FUCK YOU. I'M DYING.
AND I WANT YOU TO COME AND SEE ME.
DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME, SWEENEY.
- LOOK.
I'LL BE DYING TOO.
WE ALL WILL.
- I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO KAGAN.
I NEED TO HAVE HIM FORGIVE ME.
- WELL, IF YOU CAN FIND ME, YOU CAN FIND HIM.
- I DID.
HE'S IN MIAMI.
I CALLED HIM YESTERDAY, BUT HE WOULDN'T TALK TO ME.
- WELL, THAT'S THE END OF IT THEN.
- [sighs]
- KELLY, WE WERE KIDS.
WE ALL SUFFERED FOR IT IN OUR OWN WAY,
SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST FORGIVE YOURSELF
AND DIE IN PEACE AND DON'T BE SUCH A PUSSY?
- [sighs]
WE BECAME MEN TOGETHER.
THAT MUST COUNT FOR SOMETHING.
- THAT COUNTS FOR A LOT.
- YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN HELP ME NOW.
- WHERE ARE YOU?
- I'M IN THE FUCKING V.A. HOSPITAL OUTSIDE PHILLY.
- MY SON JUST DROVE DOWN
ALL THE WAY FROM CHICAGO FOR MY BIRTHDAY.
HE'S ONLY HERE FOR THE GODDAMN WEEKEND.
- I AIN'T GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THE WEEKEND.
I NEED TO SEE YOU, PLEASE.
- I'M GONNA HANG UP, KELLY.
[thudding and smacking]
- BLAST FROM THE PAST?
- YEAH.
[sighs] OLD NAVY BUDDY.
HE'S DYING.
- YOU NEVER TALK TO ME ABOUT THE NAVY.
- NOTHING MUCH TO TALK ABOUT.
SAW A LOT OF WATER.
I'VE PASSED MORE BUOYS THAN YOU HAVE TELEPHONE POLES.
YOU WANT A BEER OR SOME COFFEE?
- I'M GOOD.
HEY, LISTEN. SO UM...
I THOUGHT WE COULD GO FISHING TOMORROW.
DAD.
- SHIT.
LOOK, BOBBY, I GOT TO GO SEE THIS GUY.
I OWE HIM THAT MUCH.
I'LL GET BACK HERE TOMORROW NIGHT.
- WELL, I NEED TO LEAVE THE NEXT MORNING.
- THE GUY WAS MY BEST FRIEND.
LET ME, UH...PAY FOR THE CAR.
HUH?
HI, ROOM 2531, PLEASE?
HI, IT'S ME, TOMMY.
- OH, SHIT.
THIS IS HARRY.
HARRY SWEENEY.
THANKS FOR COMING.
ALL RIGHT, LET ME TALK TO HARRY ALONE.
JANE.
[scoffs]
HANDSOME HARRY.
YOU GOT OLD.
- [laughs]
THAT'S RIGHT.
- WELL, I STILL REMEMBER WHEN YOU LOST YOUR CHERRY
THAT NIGHT IN CIUDAD TRUJILLO
TO THE BEST-LOOKING WHORE I'VE EVER SEEN.
- YEAH, WELL, YOURS WASN'T SO BAD EITHER.
- THAT'S TRUE.
YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT
KAGAN TOOK US TO THE FIVE SPOT?
AND YOU TWO BUSTED MY BALLS
'CAUSE I NEVER HEARD JAZZ BEFORE.
- YEAH.
- I TELL YOU, THAT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FUCKING SOUND
I EVER HEARD.
IN FACT, THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS
I'VE EVER HAD IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE MISERABLE LIFE.
I'LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH, HARRY.
I'M NOT EVEN THAT SORRY TO SEE IT END.
I JUST DON'T WANT TO GO TO HELL.
- YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELL.
- YOU DON'T KNOW THAT.
I'M PRETTY SURE IT WAS ME WHO FUCKED UP KAGAN SO BAD.
- ALL FIVE OF US DID THAT.
- BUT...
I THINK I WAS THE ONE
WHO DROPPED THAT GENERATOR ON HIS HAND.
- ARE YOU SURE?
WE WERE ALL SO FUCKING WASTED.
- [sighs] OH, HARRY.
JUST TELL HIM I'M SORRY.
PLEASE.
- I WILL.
- YOU PROMISE?
- I PROMISE, TOMMY.
- HEY, HARRY,
NEXT TIME YOU COME SEE ME,
DON'T COME FUCKING EMPTY-HANDED.
- [laughing]
- [laughs and coughs]
- I'M SORRY, BUDDY.
- OH, I HOPE THERE'S A GOD.
THERE'S GOT TO BE MORE THAN THIS.
- HE NEEDS TO REST.
- YES, MA'AM.
- HEY.
YOU LOOK HUNGRY.
SHE IS THE BEST COOK.
- WE'LL BE BACK.
- OKAY. - OKAY.
- I'LL SEE YOU LATER, BUDDY.
ONE NIGHT IN BARCELONA, TOMMY AND I WERE ON SHORE
PATROLLING THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT.
WE JUST MADE PETTY OFFICER,
AND IT WAS OUR FIRST NIGHT ON PATROL.
AND IT WAS KIND OF QUIET, SO WE TIED UP
AND WENT UP THE STAIRS TO ONE OF THE HOUSES.
THE GIRLS FED US TOMATO AND CHEESE OMELETS--
TO THIS DAY, THE MOST DELICIOUS MEAL I'VE EVER HAD.
AND THE GIRLS-- [laughing]
YOU KNOW, IT'S REALLY NOT A PROPER STORY
AT THIS TIME ANYWAY.
- DON'T WORRY, MR. SWEENEY.
I'VE HEARD IT MORE THAN ONCE.
THE DEPUTY OFFICER CAME IN,
TWO OF THE GIRLS STOOD UP AND SALUTED
WITH YOUR NIGHTSTICKS BETWEEN THEIR LEGS.
TOMMY TALKED A LOT ABOUT YOU OVER THE YEARS.
WHAT HAPPENED WITH KAGAN?
- TOMMY NEVER TOLD YOU?
- SOMETHING'S BEEN EATING AT TOMMY EVER SINCE I'VE KNOWN HIM.
AND THIS LAST YEAR, WHEN HE WAS SICK,
ALL HE COULD TALK ABOUT WAS THAT HE'S GOING TO HELL
BECAUSE OF SOMETHING HE DID IN THE NAVY.
AND ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU WERE INVOLVED,
AND THE TWO OF YOU DID SOMETHING TO THIS MAN, KAGAN.
NOW, I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHAT WAS SO TERRIBLE
THAT HE THINKS HE'S GOING TO HELL FOR IT.
- I DON'T THINK IT'D BE RIGHT, MA'AM.
TOMMY WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU IF HE WANTED TO.
[phone ringing]
- HELLO?
MOM, IT'S THE HOSPITAL.
UH, THIS IS HIS DAUGHTER.
THANK YOU.
- I, UH...
I'M...
I WISH I--
- OH, YOU...
BOTH JUST...
GO TO HELL.
[sobbing quietly]
- [muttering indistinctly]
[door squeaks open]
- MR. SWEENEY!
I GOT THE NAMES OF MY DAD'S FRIENDS FROM THE SHIP,
TRACKED THEM DOWN ON THE INTERNET.
IT WASN'T THAT HARD, ACTUALLY.
I'M SURE HE'D WANT YOU TO HAVE THEM.
THEY'RE ALL ON THE EAST COAST.
- HEY, I'LL TELL THEM ABOUT YOUR DAD.
DO YOU THINK YOUR FATHER WAS HAPPY?
- AT TIMES, HE WAS HAPPY.
- AT TIMES, YEAH.
WELL, I BET YOU'RE A GOOD DAUGHTER.
- I GOT TO GET BACK INSIDE TO MY MOM.
[car door and porch door slam]
[engine turns over]
[playful, jazzy piano music]
* *
- DAVID? DINNER IS READY.
SO HARRY, ARE YOU A--
WHAT IS IT THAT YOU ARE, DAVID?
- A YEOMAN.
- AH.
- HARRY'S AN ELECTRICIAN.
- ELECTRICIAN'S A SENSIBLE CHOICE.
IT'S A DAMN GOOD TRADE.
YOU CAN NEVER GET ONE WHEN YOU NEED ONE.
[laughter]
- DAVID TYPES.
- DAVID IS A WONDERFUL JAZZ PIANIST.
HE WAS THE STAR OF THE NEW YEAR'S PARTY ABOARD THE SHIP.
EVEN THE CAPTAIN MADE A REQUEST.
- I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND IT.
IT WAS PERVERSE OF HIM NOT TO CONTINUE HIS CLASSICAL TRAINING.
DID YOU KNOW THAT DAVID WAS A FEATURED SOLOIST
WITH THE SANTA FE SYMPHONY WHEN HE WAS 13 YEARS OLD?
[bells tolling]
[smacking and thudding]
[grunting]
[smacking and grunting continue]
smash!
[screaming]
[gulping]
[sighs]
[paper rustling]
beep!
[beeping]
[line trilling]
[sighs]
[line continues trilling]
- YEAH?
HELLO?
- RHEEMS.
PETER RHEEMS.
- YES.
- [inhales deeply]
IT'S HARRY SWEENEY FROM THE NAVY.
- JESUS H. CHRIST.
SWEENEY!
HOW THE HELL ARE YOU?
IT'S BEEN A LONG FUCKING TIME.
- DID I CALL TOO LATE?
- OH! FUCK NO.
HAPPY TO HEAR YOU'RE STILL ALIVE.
WHAT'S UP?
- I SAW KELLY.
- KELLY, KELLY.
AH, KELLY! RIGHT.
TOMMY KELLY!
- HE DIED THE OTHER DAY.
- YEAH?
WELL, THAT'S LIFE, ISN'T IT?
HEY, LOOK.
I BUILT THIS NEW HOUSE
WITH A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING GUEST ROOM,
A VIEW, PRIVATE BATH.
ANYWAY, I'D REALLY LIKE TO SEE YOU.
- HOW FAR ARE YOU FROM PHILADELPHIA?
[door creaks open]
- HEY, BUDDY.
GOD, YOU LOOK GREAT.
YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL.
- YEAH, WELL, YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT.
- YEAH, FUCK YOU TOO. - [laughs]
- WHERE'S THE FUCKING TIME GO, HUH?
- I DON'T KNOW. - JESUS.
HEY, HONEY, HARRY SWEENEY'S HERE.
COME ON OUT. MY GOD.
YOU KNOW, I DON'T THINK I'VE TOLD HER ANYTHING
ABOUT OUR YEARS TOGETHER OUT THERE IN THE NAVY.
- GOOD THING.
- AND I DON'T THINK SHE GIVES A FUCK.
- HI.
- JUDY, HARRY SWEENEY.
THIS IS MY WIFE, JUDY.
- NICE TO MEET YOU, HARRY. - NICE TO MEET YOU.
- DID YOU BRING YOUR WIFE?
- UH, NO. I--I'M DIVORCED.
- OH, I'M SORRY.
HOW LONG?
- UH, TEN YEARS, GIVE OR TAKE.
- LOOK, GUYS, WHY DON'T WE DO SOME CATCHING UP INSIDE,
NOT OUT HERE ON THE PORCH.
FOLLOW ME.
- YOU'RE OUR FIRST GUEST, HARRY.
- YOU STOPPED ANSWERING MY CHRISTMAS CARDS.
- YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE.
- SO KELLY BOUGHT THE FARM, HUH?
GEEZ.
WHAT WAS HE DOING?
- HE SOLD CARS.
ALWAYS HAD THE GIFT OF GAB, KELLY.
- [chuckles] AND YOU?
YOU STILL AN ELECTRICIAN?
- STILL A SPARKY, YEAH.
- STILL?
- YEAH.
YOU?
- I WAS A SPARKY FOR A WHILE,
BUT ABOUT 20 YEARS AGO, I WENT INTO REAL ESTATE.
MADE A FUCKING FORTUNE.
- GOOD.
GOOD. GOOD. I GOT TO USE THE HEAD.
- SURE.
GO AHEAD.
YOU KNOW, I THINK YOU'RE THE FIRST ONE TO USE THAT TOILET
SINCE THE PLUMBER PEED IN IT.
IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, YOU JUST HOLLER, ALL RIGHT?
- OKAY, THANKS, PETE.
snap!
- HARRY.
PETER WENT TO THE LIQUOR STORE.
HE WANTED TO GET A NICE BOTTLE OF WINE
FOR HIS GOOD OLD BUDDY.
ARE YOU SEXUALLY ACTIVE, HARRY?
IT'S A SIMPLE QUESTION.
- NO.
- HOW LONG?
- [sighs]
A LONG TIME.
- HARRY.
- YOU DON'T BELONG IN HERE.
[sighs]
- TOUCH ME.
- PUT YOUR ROBE ON.
- NO. NO.
JUST PUT YOUR LITTLE ROBE ON.
- HARRY, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?
I NEED TO.
TOUCH-- - SIT DOWN.
- NO.
[door slams]
[sighs]
PLEASE DON'T TELL PETER.
- INITIAL REPORTS CLAIM ISRAELI JETS--
- I'M SORRY, MR. BARCLAY APPEARS TO SYMPATHIZE WITH ONE WHO--
- HEY, BUDDY.
YOU WANT A DRINK?
- WHATEVER YOU'RE HAVING.
- SINGLE MALT SCOTCH, STRAIGHT.
- FINE.
IS THAT WHAT SUCCESSFUL REAL ESTATE TYCOONS DRINK?
- ONLY THE BEST.
BUSTING MY ASS FOR YEARS.
I HAD TWO HEART ATTACKS.
- SHIT.
- HOW'S YOUR HEALTH?
- A LITTLE ARTHRITIS.
[knocking]
- OH, YOU FUCKER.
- [laughs]
- YOU EVER HEAR OF A RETROGRADE EJACULATION?
WHEN I COME,
IT SHOOTS BACK UP INTO MY BLADDER.
A $40,000 VASECTOMY THERE.
HEY. [laughs]
GOD.
[sighs]
THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET IT UP IS WITH VIAGRA.
- YOU'RE TELLING ME MORE THAN I WANT TO KNOW
ABOUT YOUR PLUMBING.
WE'RE GETTING OLDER.
IT JUST HAPPENED SOONER THAN WE THOUGHT IT WOULD.
- DO YOU REMEMBER...
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN...
WE WERE AT THE ACROPOLIS IN ATHENS?
- YEAH, OF COURSE I DO.
- LAST YEAR, I WENT TO EUROPE, RIGHT?
AND I GOT JUDY TO COME.
IT WAS HER FIRST TRIP.
AND WE WENT TO THE ACROPOLIS.
AND I'M STANDING THERE IN THE EXACT SAME SPOT
THAT I WAS STANDING 30 YEARS AGO.
MY BRAIN'S FLIPPING.
ME THEN, ME NOW.
AND IT'S LIKE EVERYTHING AFTER THAT JUST DISAPPEARED.
IT'S GONE.
[chuckles]
- I GET THAT KIND OF FEELING
WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT THAT NIGHT WE GOT KAGAN.
- [sighs]
THAT WAS LIKE THE ACROPOLIS.
THAT WAS 1,000 YEARS AGO.
- KELLY DIDN'T WANT TO DIE WITH IT ON HIS CONSCIENCE.
- [scoffs]
IT'S A LITTLE LATE.
HE WAS A LITTLE LATE, WASN'T HE?
- KAGAN'S IN MIAMI.
- ISN'T THAT WHERE ALL THE QUEERS LIVE?
- YOU REMEMBER WHO CRUSHED KAGAN'S HAND?
- [sighs]
IT WASN'T ME.
- YOU SURE?
WE WERE ALL PRETTY SHIT-FACED.
- [sighs]
I WAS...
I WAS ON TOP OF HIM.
AND...
AND HE WAS SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER.
THAT'S ALL I REMEMBER.
- KELLY DIDN'T KNOW FOR SURE.
- I TELL YOU WHAT.
I'LL MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU.
I DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FUCKING PLUMBING,
AND YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT FUCKING KAGAN.
HOW'S THAT? ALL RIGHT?
HUH?
COME ON, PUT IT HERE. PUT IT HERE.
HERE WE GO. ALL RIGHT, MY MAN.
- YOU CHICKEN SHIT.
- [laughs] YOU FUCK HEAD.
- HEY, DINNER'S READY.
- ALL RIGHT.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JUDY, HUH?
- YOU'RE A LUCKY MAN.
- YEAH, SHE'S LEAVING ME.
FUCK.
I GOT SOME NEW REAL FINE WINE INSIDE.
YOU COME WITH ME.
- [sighing]
clink!
[breezy piano music]
- MM. - MM.
- OH, THAT'S NICE, PETE.
- DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN,
HARRY?
- I DO. I HAVE A SON.
HE LIVES IN CHICAGO, WORKS IN A BANK.
HE'S MARRIED.
NO KIDS.
AND HE'S ANGRY WITH ME RIGHT NOW, I EXPECT.
- [scoffs]
OH, I'M SURE HE LOVES YOU VERY MUCH.
OH, DID YOU KNOW THAT PETER HAS A SON?
- YEAH, UH...
HARRY WAS GONNA BE A PRIEST, YOU KNOW.
- OH, MAN. - A CATHOLIC PRIEST?
HOW INTERESTING.
- YEAH, WE'D PULL INTO PORT,
AND WE'D GO OUT WHORING ALL NIGHT.
AND THE NEXT MORNING,
HARRY WOULD BE RIGHT THERE GOING TO MASS.
EVERY DAY.
UNBELIEVABLE. [chuckles]
- WHAT MADE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?
- JUST LOST THE NEED TO.
- JUST LIKE THAT?
- NAH, IT WAS A LOT OF THINGS.
- WELL, WHAT THING?
OH, HARRY.
OH, COME ON.
- OKAY. OKAY.
WE HAD THIS CATHOLIC CHAPLAIN
ABOARD SHIP.
AND I MADE AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE HIM,
TALK TO HIM ABOUT THESE STRONG FEELINGS I'D BEEN HAVING.
I KNOCKED ON THE DOOR TO HIS STATEROOM,
HE JUST SAYS COME IN.
SO I DID, AND THERE HE WAS,
SITTING IN FRONT OF HIS MIRROR
WITH HIS BACK TO ME, BRUSHING HIS HAIR.
NEVER TURNED AROUND.
JUST SAID, "YEAH?"
AND I WAS A LITTLE PUT OFF
BECAUSE HE CARED MORE ABOUT HIS HAIR
THAN HE DID ABOUT ME.
- [chuckles]
- I SAID, "FATHER,
I'M THINKING ABOUT BECOMING A PRIEST."
AND HE TURNS AROUND TO ME, NO SMILE, NO WARMTH.
I COULD SEE I IRRITATED HIM.
HE LOOKS AT THE INSIGNIA ON MY ARM.
"ELECTRICIAN'S MATE?"
HE SAYS TO ME,
LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF FUCKING TERMITE--EXCUSE ME.
I SAID, "JESUS WAS A CARPENTER."
AND HE GOES,
"I GOT A MEETING WITH THE CAPTAIN."
AND HE TAKES OFF.
PTEW!
- THAT'S A TERRIBLE STORY. - EH.
- GOD, IT'S A FUCKING AWFUL STORY.
- I GUESS THAT WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END
OF ME AND THE PRIESTHOOD.
HE REALLY PISSED ME OFF.
AND I...GUESS I LOST SOMETHING.
BUT OF COURSE, YOUR HUSBAND WASN'T A BIT SYMPATHETIC.
- NOT SYMPATHETIC.
- OH, REALLY.
- NOPE, NOT ME.
YEAH.
YOU KNOW, I THINK HARRY SWEENEY HERE
WANTS ME TO GO WITH HIM TO SEE OUR GAY NAVY BUDDY.
- I NEVER SAID THAT.
- THAT'S THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME HERE, RIGHT?
- KAGAN WAS YOUR FRIEND TOO, PAL.
- BEFORE I...
FOUND OUT HE WAS A SHIT-PACKER.
[both chuckle]
- [clears throat]
PETER DOESN'T LIKE HOMOSEXUALS.
OH, DID YOU KNOW THAT HIS SON IS GAY?
- STOP.
I TOLD YOU, DON'T GO THERE.
YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM IN MY HOUSE.
- YOU KNOW, I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT WHOMEVER I PLEASE.
- YOU LISTEN TO FUCK--
I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING--
- WHEN HE FOUND OUT THAT HIS SON WAS GAY--
- IN MY HOUSE. - GET AWAY!
- TAKE IT EASY! TAKE IT EASY.
- GET AWAY FROM ME! - YOU'RE JUST A WHORE.
- SIT DOWN. - HEY! YOU STAY OUT OF IT.
YOU FUCKER. - YOU KNOW WHAT?
HE IS MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU ARE.
- YOU BITCH. - TAKE IT EASY, RHEEMS.
- WHORE. - SIT DOWN.
- GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
- YOU DON'T WANT IT TO END LIKE THIS.
- YOU GET THE FUCK OUT,
AND YOU TAKE THAT FUCKING WHORE WITH YOU.
GO ON.
FUCK.
- COULD YOU DROP ME OFF AT THE BUS STATION?
- SURE.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
- I HAVE A DAUGHTER IN BOSTON.
YOU KNOW, I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE...
IN THE BEDROOM.
[stammers]
I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME.
- IT WAS EXCITING.
[both gasping]
- OH, GOD.
[both moaning and gasping]
thunk!
[squeals]
- SHH.
[both moaning and gasping]
- [panting]
DO YOU SING?
- [clears throat]
WHY?
- I DON'T KNOW.
I FEEL LIKE I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE.
WELL, YOU KNOW, BEFORE TONIGHT.
- WELL, I DO SING.
- A CAPELLA?
WAS IT THE EASTERN QUARTER FINALS TWO YEARS AGO?
- THIS IS GETTING WEIRD.
- [chuckles]
I WAS A PART OF AN ALL-WOMEN'S OCTET.
WE CAME IN SECOND.
- WOW.
WE CAME IN SIXTH.
- MM.
- OUT OF SIX.
[both laugh]
- NO, YOU WERE GOOD. I REMEMBER.
I DO.
SING TO ME.
- I ONLY DO ONE PERFORMANCE A NIGHT.
- NO, NO, NO, COME ON.
SING TO ME, PLEASE.
- SHOW ME HOW.
- ALL RIGHT. MM-HMM.
LET'S SEE.
OKAY.
* AFTER YOU'VE GONE *
* AND LEFT ME CRYIN' *
* AFTER YOU'VE GONE *
* THERE'S NO DENYIN' *
* YOU'LL FEEL BLUE *
* YOU'LL FEEL SAD *
* YOU'LL MISS THE BESTEST PAL YOU'VE EVER HAD *
COME ON, JOIN ME.
- * AFTER THE YEARS *
both: * WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER *
- * THE JOY AND THE TEARS *
both: * ALL KINDS OF WEATHER *
* OH, BABY *
* THINK WHAT YOU'RE DOING *
* YOU KNOW MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL DRIVE ME TO RUIN *
* AFTER I'VE GONE *
* AFTER I'VE GONE AWAY *
- * DA-DA DA-DA, DA-DA * - * BEE-BEE-BOP-BA-DU *
* ONE MORE TIME *
* AFTER I'VE GONE * - [laughs]
both: * AFTER I'VE GONE AWAY *
- CHEE-CHA!
- [claps and laughs]
THAT WAS GREAT.
- THANK YOU. UH...
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
- [laughs]
- [grunts]
- HARRY,
CAN I SLEEP WITH YOU?
- DEPENDS ON WHAT SIDE OF THE BED YOU WANT.
- I'LL TAKE THAT ONE. - OH.
- [snickers]
- COME HERE. [chuckling]
- [snorts]
IT'S SO AMAZING TO ME
THAT IN SIX HOURS,
I CAN GO FROM SUCH SADNESS TO SUCH HAPPINESS.
AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME THAT I'LL BE SAD TOMORROW.
- I'LL BE SAD TOO.
[light jazz music]
* *
[crowd murmuring indistinctly]
[jazz music continues]
* *
[music gradually fades]
* *
- VISITING?
- PASSING THROUGH.
- WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
- VISITING AN OLD FRIEND.
- IT'S NICE TO STAY IN TOUCH.
- [sighs]
I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN OVER 30 YEARS.
- I'M 29.
- CONGRATULATIONS.
- HOW COME YOU'RE STILL THINKING ABOUT IT?
ABOUT VISITING HIM?
- I'M AFRAID I MIGHT BREAK HIS JAW.
- 30 YEARS IS A LONG TIME TO HOLD A PUNCH.
WHAT'D HE DO?
- NOTHING.
DID NOTHING.
- I DON'T THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA.
- WHERE DID YOU GET THE IDEA
THAT I GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK?
SUCH A FUCKING COWARD.
- I'M REPRESENTING REASON
AS THE MOTOR ENERGY OF THE COSMOS
IN POPULARIZING THAT TERM
WHICH SUGGESTED PERSONALITY AND WILL.
[door creaks loudly open]
ANAXAGORAS GAVE AN IMPETUS TO IDEAS
WHICH WERE THE BASICS OF ARISTOTELIAN PHILOSOPHY
IN GREECE AND IN EUROPE AT LARGE.
CAN I HELP YOU?
- UH, PROFESSOR WILLIAM PORTER?
- YES.
- I'M HARRY SWEENEY.
- WHO?
- WE WERE IN THE NAVY TOGETHER.
- UH, I'M AFRAID YOU HAVE THE WRONG MAN.
- WE WERE ELECTRICIANS ON THE USS FORRESTAL.
- [laughs]
I HAVE NEVER SERVED IN THE NAVY
NOR IN ANY BRANCH OF THE MILITARY.
IN FACT, I DO NOT BELIEVE IN WAR.
NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A CLASS TO TEACH.
- DO YOU REMEMBER DAVID KAGAN?
- WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU BETTER LEAVE IMMEDIATELY
OR I'M GONNA CALL SECURITY.
- HE'S NOT TELLING YOU THE TRUTH.
PROFESSOR PORTER ACTUALLY GLORIED IN THE IDEA OF WAR.
HE BELIEVED THAT ANY MAN FORTUNATE ENOUGH
TO HAVE FOUGHT A WAR WAS MADE BETTER BY IT,
MIGHT EVEN BECOME GREAT BECAUSE OF IT.
- ALL RIGHT, YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN.
NOW LEAVE.
- SUPPOSE I TELL THEM WHAT WE DID TO DAVID KAGAN.
HOW'D THAT BE, HUH?
smack! [class gasps]
[class murmuring] - OH, MY GOD.
- GET OUT.
[murmuring]
[door creaks open]
UGH.
WHAT?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
- 20 MINUTES.
20 MINUTES.
- WHY ARE YOU HERE?
- TOMMY KELLY CALLED ME.
REMEMBER HIM?
HE WANTED TO BE FORGIVEN BY DAVID KAGAN BEFORE HE DIED,
BUT HE DIDN'T MAKE IT.
- WHAT HAS THIS GOT TO DO WITH ME?
- I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHAT YOU REMEMBER ABOUT THAT NIGHT.
- I DON'T MAKE A HABIT OF REVISITING THOSE YEARS.
THE BOY I WAS THEN IS DEAD.
- TELL ME WHAT YOU REMEMBER, AND I'LL DISAPPEAR.
YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO HEAR FROM ME AGAIN.
- [sighs]
WE WERE IN DRY DOCK IN NORFOLK.
YOU AND KELLY CAME INTO THE SHOP VERY ANGRY.
YOU SAID KAGAN HAD MADE A PASS AT YOU IN THE SHOWER.
HE TRIED TO GRAB YOU.
KELLY SAID, "LET'S GET THE COCKSUCKER."
AND WE DID.
- WHO PICKED UP THE ARMATURE?
- I ASSUMED IT WAS KELLY.
- DID YOU SEE HIM?
- NO.
IT WAS CHAOS.
WE WERE ALL ACTING LIKE SAVAGES.
IT WAS THE MOST REPREHENSIBLE THING
I'VE DONE IN MY WHOLE LIFE.
- [sighs]
BUT WHY DENY THOSE YEARS EVER HAPPENED?
[glass clinking]
- TO THE GHOSTS OF OUR PAST.
YOU KNOW, I DO HAVE A PLEASANT MEMORY OF THOSE DAYS.
SITTING BELOW DECK LISTENING TO KAGAN'S RECORDS.
THE HUM OF THOSE TRANSMITTERS
MIXING WITH OSCAR P. FLYING ON THE 88s,
AND CHET BAKER ON THE SNARE TRUMPET, MAN!
WE WOULD BE DOWN THERE FOR HOURS.
UNTIL THAT LIEUTENANT-- WHAT WAS HIS NAME?
UH...
CRANE CAUGHT US.
MM.
- SO YOU'RE KIND OF A BIG SHOT NOW, HUH?
- OH, YEAH.
BIG FROG IN A SMALL POND.
WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?
- I'VE BEEN VERY BUSY BEING A FAILURE.
- A FAILURE.
"FAILURE" IS A BIG WORD, HARRY.
- I DON'T WANT TO FOOL MYSELF.
- YOU KNOW, I DON'T BELIEVE IN WHAT MOST PEOPLE CALL GOD,
BUT I DO BELIEVE
THAT THERE IS A PURPOSE TO ALL THIS.
- YEAH.
TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF US.
- [laughs]
YES.
IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES.
WE'RE HERE TO LEARN.
- WHAT ARE YOU HERE TO LEARN?
- TO FORGIVE WILLIAM PORTER,
U.S. NAVY, ELECTRICIAN'S MATE THIRD CLASS.
- YOU CAN'T FORGIVE HIM?
- I CAN'T FORGIVE...
[sighs]
WHAT WE DID.
YOU KNOW, HARRY,
THE TRUTH WAS STARING AT US RIGHT IN THE FACE.
WE JUST COULDN'T SEE IT, COULDN'T SMELL IT.
YOU AND I, BEING FROM WHERE WE CAME FROM,
BEING AGAINST VIETNAM,
THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN...
UNTHINKABLE.
AND IF WE HAD KNOWN BETTER,
WOULD WE HAVE BEEN COURAGEOUS ENOUGH
TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, HUH?
AND YET,
WE WERE SURE AS HELL BRAVE ENOUGH
TO NEARLY KILL A FRIEND.
- YOU MARRIED?
- I HAVE A LOVELY WIFE
AND A WONDERFUL SON.
HE'S A LIEUTENANT IN THE U.S. ARMY
FINISHING HIS THIRD TOUR OF DUTY IN IRAQ.
[chuckles]
- [chuckles]
- HE WOULDN'T LISTEN TO ME.
STUPID WAR.
AND YET, I HAVE TO TELL YOU, HARRY,
I AM VERY PROUD OF HIM.
SO...
YOU GOT PLANS?
YOU WANT TO COME OVER TO THE HOUSE FOR DINNER TONIGHT?
- THANKS, BUT, UH...
NO, 20 MINUTES SEEMS TO BE ABOUT THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF TIME
FOR THESE LITTLE REUNIONS.
- [chuckles] - WHOA.
- HEY, I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT.
- I'M GONNA PRAY FOR YOUR SON.
- THANK YOU.
YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, HARRY.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- AS YOU WERE, SAILOR.
- [chuckling]
AM I TOO EARLY?
- NO.
PERFECT TIMING.
I WAS HALF EXPECTING A CLERICAL COLLAR.
- IT NEVER HAPPENED.
- YOU'RE STILL WELCOME. COME ON IN.
I WANT YOU TO MEET MY WIFE.
SARAH?
[door squeaks]
- GOOD MORNING.
- MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE.
- GOOD MORNING. IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU.
- DIDN'T I SAY I WAS HOPING
THE LORD WOULD GRACE US WITH SWEENEY'S PRESENCE?
- YES, YOU DID.
- WELL, I'M GLAD HE DIDN'T OBJECT.
- HEY, DID YOU EVER TAKE UP GOLF?
- EH, FOR A WHILE BACK WHEN--
- WELL, I'M GONNA ASK YOU TO INDULGE ME A LITTLE.
- HELLO.
- GOOD DAY, MARY.
- PRAISE THE LORD. - PRAISE THE LORD.
- SARAH.
- WE'RE GONNA GO, DEAR.
NO, SARAH INSISTED THAT I GET OUT ON THE LINKS WITH YOU.
I MEAN, IT'S BEEN A WHILE FOR ME.
KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE, SO TO SPEAK.
- [laughs]
I DON'T MIND BEING THE SECOND BIRD.
- THAT'S WHY WE SETTLED HERE
'CAUSE WE BOTH LOVED THE GAME SO MUCH.
THEN SARAH GOT HIT BY A DRUNK DRIVER
RIDING HER BICYCLE.
- OH, MY-- - YEAH.
IT BROUGHT US CLOSER TO THE LORD.
- YOU WERE THINKING OF RE-UPPING LAST I SAW YOU.
- WELL, I DID.
30 YEARS.
MADE MASTER CHIEF.
- [chuckling] NO SHIT!
- YEAH.
- I NEVER TOOK YOU FOR A LIFER, GEB.
- THERE YOU GO.
[rustling]
- SHOW ME THE WAY, GEB.
- OH, NO, GUEST HAS HONORS.
- ALL RIGHT.
THIS IS GONNA BE ABSURD.
- NO, JUST KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN, LEFT ARM STRAIGHT,
AND DON'T THINK ABOUT ANYTHING BUT HITTING THAT LITTLE BALL.
- HOW MUCH TIME WE GOT?
- MARY CAN STAY FOR THREE HOURS.
- YOU DON'T WANT ME TO GO TO YOUR HOUSE.
- I THINK WE'RE GONNA HAVE
ABOUT AS MUCH FUN OUT HERE AS WE'RE GONNA HAVE.
clink!
- YOU WANT TO PUT SOME MONEY ON THIS?
- I DON'T BET ANYMORE.
- TOMMY KELLY DIED THE OTHER DAY.
- SHIT!
- SORRY, GEB.
I GOT A LOT I GOT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT.
- CAN I TAKE MY MULLIGAN?
- YOU USED TO BE A GOOD LISTENER.
- YOU KNOW, I'LL LISTEN ALL YOU WANT...
BUT IN THE CART.
clink!
OKAY.
START TALKING.
[electric engine whirs]
- YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT WE GANGED UP ON KAGAN?
- I FIGURED THAT MIGHT BE ON YOUR MIND WHEN YOU CALLED.
- WHY'D YOU FIGURE THAT?
- 'CAUSE IT'S ON MY MIND A LOT.
- I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED ONCE WE STARTED HITTING HIM.
- IT'S PURE EVIL WHAT WE DID.
JUST KEPT PUNCHING, KICKING.
THEN KELLY PICKED UP THAT ARMATURE OFF THE WORK BENCH
AND CRUSHED KAGAN'S RIGHT HAND TO A BLOODY PULP.
AND THAT TOOK THE FIGHT OUT OF US.
- YOU SAW KELLY DO IT?
- YOU THOUGHT IT WAS YOU?
- I THOUGHT IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
WE WERE ALL SO GODDAMN DRUNK.
WE NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS.
RHEEMS SAYS HE DIDN'T DO IT.
KELLY DIDN'T KNOW FOR SURE.
- KELLY.
KELLY ALWAYS HAD A MEAN STREAK IN HIM.
HE HATED HOMOSEXUALS.
YOU KNOW, I HATED YOU FOR YEARS FOR SICCING US ON HIM.
WHAT WE DID WAS A TERRIBLE SIN,
AND IT WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU.
- BUT NOW THAT THE LORD'S FAVORED YOU,
YOU DON'T HATE ME ANYMORE, RIGHT?
- I DON'T HATE ANYONE.
PRAISE GOD.
YOU KNOW, YOU SHOULD GIVE YOURSELF TO JESUS, SWEENEY.
HE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN HELP US SINNERS.
- [laughs]
WELL, HELL, LET'S JUST KNOCK
THIS LITTLE FUCKING BALL AROUND HERE
AND PRETEND IT MATTERS.
- WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, YOU COCKSUCKER?
- SOMETHING LIKE THAT. SOMETHING REAL!
- WE DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER ANYMORE, SWEENEY, OKAY?
I DID 30 YEARS IN THE NAVY.
AND NOW I'VE GOT A WIFE CAN'T MOVE A MUSCLE,
CAN'T EAT BY HERSELF,
CAN'T CLEAN HERSELF.
NOW, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN LIKE,
BUT IT AIN'T NO WAY LIKE MINE.
WE'RE DIFFERENT FOLKS, YOU AND ME, SWEENEY.
WE'RE NEVER GONNA HAVE WHAT WE HAD 30 YEARS AGO.
IT'S JUST--THERE'S JUST...
TOO MUCH WATER OVER THE DAM.
BUT IT'S POSSIBLE THAT--
THAT DIFFERENT-MINDED FOLKS
CAN HAVE A PLEASING GAME OF GOLF TOGETHER.
AND IN THIS WORLD,
THAT'S SOMETHING.
- CAN I HUG YOU, GEB?
- NO FUNNY STUFF.
[dripping]
- SOMEBODY MIGHT COME IN.
- WE NEVER GET A CHANCE TO BE NAKED TOGETHER.
- SOME DAY.
- LET ME TOUCH IT.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY HARD TO GET NOW?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?
- HE TRIED TO GRAB MY COCK.
- THAT'S WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE TO ME, KAGAN.
- ARE YOU JEALOUS, KELLY?
[gate squeals]
[doorbell rings]
- YES?
- YES, I WONDER IF I COULD SEE DAVID KAGAN.
- UH, I'M SORRY, HE'S NOT HERE.
- DO YOU KNOW WHEN HE'LL RETURN?
- MAYBE ONE MONTH.
- COULD I LEAVE HIM A NOTE?
- YES. SURE.
- I DON'T, UH...
I DON'T SEEM TO HAVE A PEN.
- UH, OH, OKAY.
COME IN, PLEASE.
- THANK YOU.
[metal door clatters]
UH, WAIT HERE, OKAY?
OKAY.
- THANK YOU.
[scratching]
[sighs]
[paper rustles]
[scratching]
COULD YOU MAKE SURE THAT MR. KAGAN GETS THIS?
- YES. I MAKE SURE, OKAY?
DON'T WORRY.
- DO YOU HAVE A RECENT PHOTO OF MR. KAGAN?
- UM...
- I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN A LONG TIME.
- OKAY, ONE MOMENT.
ONE YEAR AGO, A BIRTHDAY.
- HE LOOKS GREAT.
[sighs]
[door slams]
[distant train whistle blows]
- HEY, MYSTERY MAN, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?
YOU TAKE OFF ON THE KAYAK?
- NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
- OH, IF YOU'VE GOT A SECRET LIFE, HARRY,
WE GOT A RIGHT TO KNOW.
- HOW DO YOU FIGURE THAT?
- WE AIN'T GOT NO SECRETS FROM YOU.
- WELL, I GOT SECRETS FROM YOU.
[all chuckle]
- MORNING, MURIEL.
- HARRY.
- MURIEL'S BEEN WORRIED ABOUT YOU.
- I HAVE NOT.
- I THINK SHE THOUGHT YOU MIGHT HAVE GOT HURT IN THOSE WOODS.
- MIGHT BE NICE TO HAVE SOMEBODY WORRY ABOUT ME.
- IT WON'T BE ME.
- GOT TO GET YOURSELF A CELL PHONE, HARRY.
POOR PAULEY WAS WORRIED SICK.
HE WAS GONNA CALL THE COPS.
I TOLD HIM TO GIVE YOU ANOTHER DAY.
- JESUS CHRIST!
- WELL, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU TO JUST UP AND LEAVE.
- YOU DON'T WANT TO PAY THE DOUBLE INDEMNITY INSURANCE
IN CASE I GET ACCIDENTALLY KILLED.
- THOUGHT DID CROSS MY MIND.
YOU MISSED REHEARSAL.
YOU ONLY GOT ANOTHER ONE BEFORE THE CONCERT.
I CAN'T HAVE A QUARTET WITH THREE GUYS.
- I'LL BE THERE.
- YOU BETTER BE.
HERE'S TWO TICKETS
TO THE LIONS CLUB DINNER DANCE TONIGHT.
100 BUCKS.
I GOT TO RUN.
LISTEN.
YOU GIVE ANY MORE THOUGHT
TO THAT PROPOSAL I DREW UP FOR YOU?
- YEAH.
PAULEY CAN HAVE IT.
- OKAY.
- NOW ALL YOU GOT TO DO IS FIGURE OUT
WHAT TO DO WITH THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
- MURIEL,
YOU WANT TWO TICKETS TO THE LIONS SHINDIG?
- NO, THANKS.
MURIEL?
- YES?
- HOW ABOUT YOU GO WITH ME?
- DON'T YOU GUYS SAY A WORD.
- PICK YOU UP AT 7:00?
- SURE.
WHY NOT?
- [sighs]
[guys chuckling]
- WE CAN'T KEEP UP WITH YOU, HARRY.
- DON'T EVEN TRY, BABY.
[all chuckling]
[loud buzzing]
- MORNING, PAULEY.
[chuckles]
I HEARD YOU WERE LOOKING FOR ME.
- IT'S NOT FUNNY, HARRY.
I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU.
- EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL?
- YEAH.
FENTON SAID MY ESTIMATE WAS TOO HIGH.
[rumbling and squealing]
- AND? [door squeals]
- I SAID THAT'S THE BEST I COULD DO.
IT'S THE BEST I COULD DO.
- GOOD FOR YOU.
- OH, AND THEN HE'S LIKE, UH,
"OH, I WAS JUST TESTING YOU," AND BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
I SAID, "YEAH, WHATEVER."
WE GOT THE JOB.
- YOU WANT TO STAY IN BUSINESS, YOU GOT TO GET YOUR PRICE.
- WAIT A MINUTE. WAIT A MINUTE.
DOES THAT MEAN YOU'RE GONNA-- YOU'RE GONNA SELL ME THE PLACE?
- WELL, IF YOU AGREE TO THE TERMS THAT SAM DREW UP.
I THINK THEY'RE FAIR TO BOTH OF US.
- THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
- OKAY.
LOOK AT THIS.
32-INCH WAIST.
- OH, A FEW YEARS AGO, HUH?
- EH.
- WHAT ARE THOSE?
- UH, THAT IS FOR GOOD CONDUCT.
I THINK THAT'S NATO.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT ONE IS.
- SEE SOME ACTION?
- FIRED NO SHOTS IN ANGER, NONE WERE FIRED AT ME,
AND I WAS EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED.
- OH.
IS THAT YOU?
SECOND FROM THE RIGHT?
- YEP.
- YOU WERE PRETTY GOOD-LOOKING, HARRY.
- GIVE ME THAT.
- I MEAN--
- PAULEY,
I WANT YOU TO TAKE THIS WHOLE BAG
TO THE DUMP YOUR NEXT TRIP.
- TO THE DUMP?
MAYBE YOUR SON WOULD WANT SOME OF THIS STUFF.
- THE DUMP, PAULEY.
EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE PLACE IS YOURS.
- THE CANOE?
- EVERYTHING.
- THE SNOWMOBILE?
- "EVERYTHING" MEANS EVERYTHING.
IT'S A LONG LIFE, PAULEY.
YOU'RE GONNA NEED SOME TOYS TO GET THROUGH IT.
- THEN WHY YOU ALWAYS SAYING LIFE IS SHORT?
- SOME DAYS IT'S LONG. SOME DAYS IT'S SHORT.
- GOOD.
- [chuckles]
[tapping]
[line trilling]
- HELLO?
- HELLO, BOBBY.
IT'S DAD.
SO YOU MADE IT HOME ALL RIGHT?
- YEAH. FINE.
- TRACY TOLD YOU I CALLED A COUPLE TIMES?
- YEAH.
- LISTEN, I--MY FRIEND...
PASSED AWAY.
ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER, AND I ENDED UP IN MIAMI.
I...JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU
HOW BAD I FEEL ABOUT...
SKIPPING OUT THAT NIGHT.
- LISTEN, I'M REALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING
RIGHT NOW, DAD.
UM...
- RIGHT, WELL, NO, I JUST--
I JUST WANTED TO RUN THIS ONE CRAZY IDEA BY YOU.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I WAS TO, UH...
MOVE TO YOUR NECK OF THE WOODS?
- WHAT?
- IF I WAS TO MOVE TO CHICAGO.
I MEAN, I WOULDN'T, UH...
I WOULDN'T WANT TO COME LIVE WITH YOU GUYS.
I'D GET A CONDO OR SOMETHING.
AND THEN WHEN YOU WERE HAVING BABIES, I--
- I DON'T REALLY THINK THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
I'M HAVING SOME PROBLEMS WITH TRACY,
AND I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I'M GONNA STAY HERE.
MY BOSS IS REALLY GETTING ON ME, AND I--
IT'S JUST NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD COMMIT TO RIGHT NOW.
- YEAH, NO, NO, IT WAS JUST A--
IT WAS JUST A WILD IDEA I THOUGHT I'D TRY IT ON YOU.
ALL RIGHT.
- I GOT TO GO, DAD.
- I LOVE YOU, BOBBY.
click!
[smooth jazzy music]
* *
[sighs]
[smooth jazzy music]
DID YOU KNOW THAT I WAS A WAR HERO, DARLING?
- [laughs] NO.
- YOU'RE NOT IMPRESSED?
- [chuckles and groans]
WARS ARE STUPID.
- DID YOU ALWAYS KNOW THAT?
- IT DOESN'T TAKE MUCH OF A BRAIN TO FIGURE THAT OUT.
- YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW STUPID A MAN CAN BE, MURIEL.
- YOU DON'T SEEM STUPID, HARRY.
- DUMB AS MUD.
[lively music]
- * WE HAD A RAINY DAY *
* *
* I'M IN A SNAKE-BACK SITUATION *
[smooth saxophone music]
- MURIEL, I'M SORRY TO HAVE BEEN BEEN SO PRISSY
ABOUT YOUR OFFER OF A BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
- OH, IT'S OKAY.
- MAYBE WE COULD JUST BE FRIENDS FOR A WHILE.
DINNER, MOVIE, SEE WHAT HAPPENS?
* *
- I'D LIKE THAT.
- GREAT.
* *
- DO YOU DANCE?
- I'M OKAY.
- YOU WANT TO SHOW ME HOW GOOD YOU ARE?
- I'LL GIVE IT A TRY.
[swanky saxophone music]
* *
[music stops]
[upbeat, swanky music]
* *
- * I *
* OH *
* I *
* THIS LOVE *
* GONNA MAKE WAY *
* AND NOBODY *
* GONNA TAKE THE BLAME *
* DON'T TELL ME *
* HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE *
* WHEN YOU *
* NEVER FELT THE PAIN *
* OH *
* OOH *
- * OH, OH, OH *
- * COME ON, BABE *
- * OOH * - * OH, OH, OH *
- * THEY DON'T HEAR ME CRYING *
* OOH * - * OH, OH, OH *
- * THEY DON'T HEAR ME TRYING *
* OOH * - * OH, OH, OH *
- * THEY DON'T HEAR ME CRYING *
* FOR WHAT *
* I GOTTA DO *
* *
* YEAH, BABE *
* *
* ALL RIGHT *
- WHO WERE YOU DANCING WITH?
WAS IT YOUR WIFE?
- NO, MURIEL.
JUST A MEMORY, I--
- WOULD YOU TAKE ME HOME?
I HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW.
- * WHOA *
* BURNING UP IN FLAMES *
* YEAH, BURNING UP *
* NOBODY *
* WANT TO TAKE THE BLAME *
* WANT TO TAKE THE *
[both panting]
[both grunting and gasping]
[birds chirping]
- * IT'S THE WAY *
[indistinct singing and whispering]
- REMEMBER THE SECOND VERSE WHEN I COME OUT.
WHEN I STAND UP, JUST MAKE SURE THAT YOU GUYS--
[indistinct speech]
[cheers and applause]
- * YOU'VE GOT TO *
men: * DOO *
- * GIVE A LITTLE *
men: * DO-WE-OOH *
- * TAKE A LITTLE *
men: * DOO-OOH *
- * AND LET YOUR POOR HEART *
* BREAK A LITTLE *
men: * DOO *
- * THAT'S THE STORY OF *
* THAT'S THE GLORY OF LOVE *
all: * GLORY OF LOVE *
- * AS LONG * men: * SHOO-BE-DOO-WOP *
- * AS THERE'S THE TWO OF US *
* WE'VE GOT THIS WORLD *
* AND ALL OF ITS CHARMS *
* AND WHEN THE WORLD *
* IS THROUGH WITH US *
* WE'LL HAVE EACH OTHER'S ARMS *
- * YOU'VE GOT TO WIN A LITTLE *
men: * DOO-WEE-OOH *
- * LOSE A LITTLE *
* AND ALWAYS HAVE THE BLUES A LITTLE *
* THAT'S THE STORY OF *
men: * DOO-WEE-OOH *
- * THAT'S THE GLORY OF LOVE *
all: * GLORY OF LOVE *
- * AND THAT'S *
men: * THE STORY OF *
- * THAT'S *
men: * THE GLORY OF *
* LOVE *
- * THE GLORY OF LOVE *
[cheers and applause]
- GOOD JOB. - YOU BET.
- FANTASTIC. SOUNDED GREAT.
GREAT JOB. SOUNDED WONDERFUL.
WONDERFUL.
HARRY, GREAT JOB.
YOU COMING FOR A BEER?
- UH, YEAH, I'LL SEE YOU LATER.
- UH-HUH.
TELL MURIEL I SAID HI.
- OKAY. - [laughs]
[lively piano music]
* *
[music stops abruptly]
- GOOD TO SEE YOU, DAVID.
- YEAH, IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU, HARRY.
[sighs]
I GOT YOUR NOTE.
- I WAS TOLD YOU'D BE AWAY FOR A WHILE.
- OR YOU WOULD HAVE CAMPED OUT ON MY DOORSTEP?
- I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE.
- I HOPE YOU HAVE TIME FOR A BITE TO EAT.
- MY TREAT?
- NOPE.
NEXT TIME.
AND WE HAVEN'T GOT MUCH TIME.
I'VE GOT A FLIGHT THAT LEAVES ALBANY AT MIDNIGHT.
- AH.
OH, MY.
[engine turns over]
HOW'D YOU FIND ME?
- OH, I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN...
WHERE YOU WERE.
I HAVE SPIES EVERYWHERE.
AFTER YOU GOT OUT, YOU WENT HOME.
YOU WENT TO WORK FOR GARY BENNETT.
YOU MARRIED ELIZABETH CUNNINGHAM,
HAD ONE CHILD, A BOY.
AFTER A WHILE, YOU BOUGHT BENNETT OUT.
IT WAS A GOOD BUSINESS.
FIVE TRUCKS, EIGHT EMPLOYEES, I THINK.
- OH, MY GOD.
- 12 YEARS AGO, YOU DIVORCED ELIZABETH,
SIGNED THE ENTIRE BUSINESS OVER TO HER--
I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT IF THAT WAS GENEROSITY OR GUILT.
AND THEN YOU MOVED OUT HERE
TO START A NEW LIFE.
HOW'S THAT GOING?
- I SAW PORTER RECENTLY.
REMEMBER PORTER?
- MM.
- I TOLD HIM MY LIFE HAD BEEN A FAILURE.
I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT UNTIL I SAID THAT TO HIM.
- THAT'S SAD, HARRY.
- [scoffs]
WHAT MADE YOU COME OUT HERE AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?
- YOU CAME TO ME.
YOU SEEMED TO INDICATE YOU STILL...
CARED FOR ME.
I WAS...
JUST WHAT THE HELL PROMPTED YOU TO MOVE WAY OUT HERE?
- NO ONE KNEW ME.
AND THERE WAS A SMALL BUSINESS FOR SALE.
YOU KNOW ABOUT THE OTHER GUYS?
- FROM THE FORRESTAL?
I WASN'T IN LOVE WITH THEM.
- KELLY CALLED ME A FEW WEEKS AGO,
WANTED YOUR FORGIVENESS.
HE THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO HELL FOR WHAT HE'D DONE.
- YOU TURNED ON ME, HARRY.
- I WAS SO GODDAMN SCARED.
ALL I COULD THINK WAS WHAT IT WOULD MEAN
IF ALL THOSE GUYS KNEW I WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH YOU.
YOU KNOW WHAT MY DAD WOULD HAVE DONE TO ME?
AND, GOD, MY MOTHER.
I TOLD EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM I WAS GONNA BECOME A PRIEST.
- AN AFFAIR?
NOT FOR ME.
I WAS READY TO SPEND MY LIFE WITH YOU.
THIS IS IT.
HARRY?
WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER ABOUT THE NIGHT IN THE SHOP?
- I REMEMBER KELLY STARTED HITTING YOU.
THEN THE OTHERS.
I HIT YOU.
AT THAT POINT, MY MIND GOES BLANK.
ALL THESE YEARS, I THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE ONE
WHO PICKED UP THE ARMATURE.
- BUT NOW YOU'RE SURE IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE.
- I STOPPED AND SAW GEBHARDT ON MY WAY DOWN TO MIAMI.
HE SAID IT WAS KELLY. HE WAS SURE IT WAS KELLY.
- IS THAT WHAT HE SAID?
- YEAH.
EVEN KELLY THOUGHT IT WAS KELLY.
- I REMEMBER THAT NIGHT VERY CLEARLY.
I WASN'T DRINKING.
IT WAS YOU, HARRY.
YOU PICKED UP THE ARMATURE,
AND YOU SMASHED MY HAND WITH IT.
YOU.
THE MAN I LOVED.
THERE WAS SUCH RAGE IN YOUR FACE.
COME ON.
REMEMBER ROY HAYNES AT THE VANGUARD?
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA DA-DA!
TA-TA!
HIS EX-SAXOPHONIST SCREAMED AT HIM FROM THE BACK.
WE WENT TO THE STAGE DELI AFTERWARDS.
HOT PASTRAMI SANDWICHES.
I TOOK THE LIBERTY
OF HAVING TWO DELIVERED WITH ALL THE TRIMMINGS.
YOU LIKE THE COLESLAW.
COME ON. I HAVEN'T GOT ALL NIGHT.
THANK YOU.
MY FATHER'S WINE.
TWO OF THE LAST BOTTLES FROM HIS CELLAR.
DON'T LOOK SO GLUM, HARRY.
WHAT SHOULD WE DRINK TO?
- FORGIVENESS.
- LET'S DRINK TO FORGIVENESS
AS A GENERAL RULE.
IT'S BLESSED TO FORGIVE, I'M TOLD.
WE COULD HAVE HAD A GOOD LIFE TOGETHER.
- THE THOUGHT NEVER LEAVES MY MIND.
- EAT.
TAKE THAT. I DON'T WANT THAT.
YOU NEED THAT.
OOPS.
- [laughs]
- YOU'RE A GOOD SINGER, HARRY.
- I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TONIGHT...
A LITTLE SECRET YOU DIDN'T KNOW.
ON SHORE LEAVE, I ACTUALLY SAW YOU PLAY AT THE EL PASEO
THREE TIMES.
- YOU CAME AND SAW ME?
- YOU WERE UNBELIEVABLE.
- THREE TIMES?
- MM-HMM.
- YOU SAW ME TWICE AT EL PASEO
AND ONCE AT CATALINA'S.
- YOU SAW ME?
YOU DOG.
- YOU'RE HARD TO MISS, HARRY.
- TO US.
clink!
I NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU, DAVID.
- I HAVE TRIED--
BELIEVE ME, HARRY, I HAVE TRIED VERY HARD TO...
UNDERSTAND.
I THINK THAT'S WHY I CAME TONIGHT
TO SEE IF YOU COULD HELP ME.
- I'LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES.
- I BELIEVE YOU.
BUT I NEED TO PUT THE BALL IN YOUR COURT.
I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M USING SPORTS METAPHORS.
I'M MORE NERVOUS THAN I THOUGHT.
[sighs deeply]
[clears throat]
[clattering]
[upbeat piano music]
* *
REMEMBER THIS?
[nostalgic piano music]
* *
[music stops]
I WILL FORGIVE YOU, HARRY,
IF YOU TRULY BELIEVE THAT I SHOULD.
AND I WILL MEAN IT.
[doors squealing]
[wistful jazz music]
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