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(birds cawing) (wind lightly gusting)
(Natalie faintly laughing)
(Natalie squeals)
(Natalie laughing)
- Oh! (giggling)
(Natalie laughing)
(wind lightly gusting continues)
- I love it here.
- I know you do.
- [Natalie] I can feel my life, you know?
(Natalie lightly sighs)
(wind lightly gusting continues)
(leaves rustling)
(birds cawing)
(gentle pensive music)
- [Radio Sportscaster] - The pitch to Hatteberg.
Strike ball over the outside corner, at the knees.
Appeared a little upset with the call
by the home-plate umpire, but deferred to say anything.
(radio sportscaster speaking faintly)
(car engine whirring)
In fact, I fairly close play.
(birds chirping)
Foul ball.
(car engine whirring drowns out radio sportscaster)
Last half of the ninth inning,
the Boston Red Sox, six, the Toronto Blue Jays, four.
(pickup truck handbrake cranks)
- Hey.
- [Natalie] Hey.
Morning, Dr. Fowler.
- Morning, Natalie.
How you doing, boys?
- Great!
- Hey, Duncan, sure you don't wanna go?
- Nah. - That's okay.
You wanna get in here?
- No, he wants to stay here.
- Scootch up.
Get in the middle there.
- [Natalie] Come on.
Bye, Dr. Fowler.
- [Matt] Bye.
- Bye! - You don't wanna
wave goodbye? (laughs)
You don't wanna wave goodbye? (laughs)
Sweetie, what do you want for breakfast?
- [Duncan] Cereal.
- [Radio Sportscaster] The WEEI Red Sox Radio Network.
- [Radio Announcer] You've been listening
to "Red Sox Replay."
WQSS Camden's repeat broadcast of Boston Red Sox baseball
has been brought to you by George C. Hall & Sons of Rockland
in business in Midcoast since 1940.
(pickup truck engine whirring)
(lively thoughtful music)
(foghorn blaring)
(water splashing)
(cans rattling)
(machinery rattling)
(truck reverse signal beeping)
(boat engine whirring)
- There you go.
(water sloshing)
(hoist rattling)
(motor rumbling) (hoist squeaking)
(water splashing)
(trap thuds)
(trap lid rattles)
(waves lapping)
(water splashing)
Oh, boy.
You see what happened to this poor fella?
- What?
- Well, look. He lost an arm.
See, the trap has nylon nets, called heads,
two side-side heads to let the lobster crawl in.
And inside, what they call a bedroom head
to hold the bait and keeps him from escaping.
Now, you know the old saying,
"Two's company, three's a crowd?"
Well, it's like that.
You, uh, get more than two of these in a bedroom
and chances are something like that's gonna happen.
That's why Frank can't leave these traps
for more than a day.
- Dad, show him this one.
- Now, the older females, like this old gal,
they're the most dangerous,
especially when they're growing berries.
- Berries?
- Yeah, eggs. You see?
She could take out two males, no problem.
That's when you get a lobster you can't sell.
But this fine lady, she, uh, she has it easy
'cause the state says we have to let her go.
(water splashes)
Okay, now, you think you can handle this?
- Mm-hmm. - Are you sure?
- [Duncan] Mm-hmm.
- Okay, go ahead.
Put her in the tank.
(water splashing)
(chuckles) Good!
- Higher! - Higher!
I'll swing you higher.
Like that?
That high enough?
- [Duncan] Yep.
(radio sportscaster drowned out by BBQ sizzling)
(bag rustling)
- Ah, Ruth hates these.
- What?
- I got the wrong kind of buns.
- Maybe we could borrow hers.
- [Duncan] Two.
- [Natalie] You've had a lot, huh?
Here, sweetie.
- Ah, what I would give to have back my youth. (chuckles)
- Yeah, well, Willis, you never had that in your youth.
- You can go play. (laughs)
- [Radio Sportscaster] Tony Batista
with that most unusual stance away from the plate.
- Hey, Father, you made it.
- If I don't get to see you fellas here,
I don't get to see you at all.
(drink trickles)
- Hey. - Hey.
- Do you want a beer?
- No, I'm gonna go see if your mom needs any help, okay?
- All right, good luck.
- Yeah.
(people chattering)
(door clunking)
(knife chopping)
Excuse me.
Can I help you with anything here?
- Oh, yes!
You can hand me that bowl, dear.
- Great.
Uh, this one here?
- [Ruth] Yes. Thank you.
- I'm looking forward to that concert on Labour Day.
(Ruth laughs)
The music's so unusual.
It's haunting, really.
- It is, isn't it?
- Mm.
(salad leaves ripping)
How did you learn about that,
uh, style?
- At Brown. - Ah.
- I did my thesis on Eastern European folk music.
- Oh, I thought about becoming a teacher.
- Oh, why didn't you?
- Mommy!
- (laughs) Yeah?
What are you eating?
- Nothing.
- Is it good?
- Yeah. (laughs)
- Swing me. Swing me.
- Okay, I'll swing you, Dunc.
- I'll be right back. - Okay.
- So, Mr. Strout mentioned you again.
- I'll bet he did.
- He still talks about you.
Says you're the best can-packer he ever had.
- Yeah?
- Says you looked real cute in that hair net.
- Excuse me, boys.
An offering.
Here, father.
- Thank you. - So, uh,
that's what Charles Sr.'s doing
and, uh, Becky went to the hairdressing academy
after high school.
Of course, after she got married,
she decided she wanted to stay home with the boys, you know?
She still loves doing hair, though.
Where do you go, Father?
- I just go to Supercuts.
- What?
You can't request the same girl at Supercuts.
- I tell you, those boys are having a great time.
It was good of you to do this for them.
- Well, she hasn't brought them before
because she's embarrassed.
She shouldn't be embarrassed.
I wish you hadn't put up that monstrosity.
We're just gonna have to take it apart when they leave.
- What, the swing?
- The swing.
- Ah, come on, Ruth, he's a kid.
What do you expect, "Happy birthday"
"Here's a box. Drag it around for a while?"
He's a kid. He's like me, he wants it now.
- [Ruth] Oh, the cake.
Oh, great.
- [Radio Announcer] Find solutions to fit your unique goals
and 3,500 New England team members to help you-
- Hey, there, birthday boy, come here!
- Daddy, daddy!
- Yeah, Duncan! (laughs)
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Hey, happy birthday, dear Duncan ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- Mom, I don't wanna go.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- Mom, I don't wanna go.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- Shit.
- What's he doing here? - Dear Duncan (growls)
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
(both grunting)
- [Richard] Hey, there, Jase. - Come on over here, buddy.
- [Duncan] Daddy's taking us to the arcade.
I told you he'd come, buttface.
(Richard laughs)
- Hey, Jason, don't do that to your brother.
Want me to do that to you?
- We're supposed to meet at the house at 6:30.
- [Richard] I thought we were meeting here.
- [Natalie] Mm-mm.
- [Radio Sportscaster] - San Diego to Florida.
- All right.
- You're welcome to stay and have some food.
My dad's cooking.
(door rattles)
(radio sportscaster speaking faintly)
(door slams)
- [Radio Sportscaster] Tim Bogar, the Houston shortstop,
just homered off Jason Bere in the second-
- Matt?
Should we do something?
- No.
It's okay.
- [Radio Sportscaster] Pitch.
A little bleeder foul.
(door rattles)
- [Richard] I'll, uh...
I'll see you later, then.
- Okay.
A little while.
Oh.
- [Ruth] She's not divorced yet, you know.
- It's the same thing.
Maine has crazy laws, that's all.
Anyway, he loves her boys.
- Oh, God, you don't think he wants to-
- No, he's not gonna marry her.
- [Ruth] Well, then what's he doing with her?
- She probably loves him.
Girls always have.
Let's just leave it at that.
- Hm. (sighs)
Well, he won't listen to me.
I've asked him three times to dismantle that swing set.
- Oh, leave it up.
Looks like a young couple lives here.
(Ruth laughs)
- Well, he needs his head in school not in her.
- So to speak.
(Ruth gasp)
Ow.
- [Ruth] It would help if you were on my side.
- Oh, I can be on your side.
(Ruth chuckling)
- (laughing) I've got... - Here I come-
- I've got a needle. - Ready or not.
- I've got a needle. - You don't need those.
(alarm beeps)
(window hatch scrapes)
- [Receptionist] Mr. And Mrs. Adamson?
- Okay, you can put your shirt back on now.
- Yesterday, he was up and around all afternoon,
but today he tumbled.
He's fallen twice.
I have all I can do to get him up.
He's weak.
- Said when he couldn't work no more,
he didn't wanna live.
For a while, he sat and just mended our nets
but he can't do that no more.
- How's your dad, Matt?
- Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor.
Now, Elwyn, you remember,
Jesse Fowler passed away a while ago.
We were at his funeral, remember?
(fax machine dialer beeping)
- Uh, back in an hour, Janelle.
Uh, forgot my lunch.
- Starting to become a habit.
(birds cawing)
- [Henry] You just missed him, Matt!
He went home for lunch today!
- Oh, right.
I forgot, he's got an interview.
(door slams)
Frank?
Hello?
Hey, Frank!
(footsteps tapping)
- Yeah, Dad?
- What are you doing here?
I thought you were driving to Boston for the interview.
- Yeah. No, it was rescheduled.
- Uh-huh.
(footsteps tapping)
- Hi, Dr. Fowler.
- Oh, hi.
Uh, where are the boys?
- Um, they're with my mom.
Um,
do you like coleslaw?
(silverware clinking) (light thoughtful music)
Mm-mmm!
Have some more.
Sure?
(people chattering)
(baby crying)
- [Natalie] I got 'em.
(laughs) Put your clothes on.
- [Child] Their team are right there!
- [Natalie] Hands up. Chin up.
- [Jason] Mom, I wanna play!
- [Natalie] All right, all right.
- Hey, Mom, there's Frank! - Here's your hat.
- Wave, you guys.
- [Jason] Mom, hurry up!
- I'm late! - I'm hurrying.
I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying.
- [Duncan] Mom, I wanna play!
- [Natalie] All right, you play, too.
But first, we'll watch him a little.
- Hey, Frank.
Did you tell your mom how good it was?
- How good what was?
- Aw, Frank had quite a time this afternoon.
Loved your coleslaw.
Ate enough for two.
- Well, that's what it's for.
- Hot dogs?
- Yeah, I'll take one. - No.
So, how are the kids?
Things okay?
- Yeah, they're fine.
- Good.
That's good.
Oh, how was your interview?
- It's-
It was-It was great.
- Good.
- Jason!
Jason!
Get it!
- She's such a brave girl.
- That's it. You're driving me nuts, Ma.
I've had lots of girlfriends
and I don't understand why this one is any different.
- I know you don't.
- We're not serious, Ma.
- No?
- No.
It's a summer thing.
- Mm. I see.
(car engine whirring)
(car lever clunks)
(birds chirping)
(door slams)
- How'd you get in this time?
- Chimney.
(milk trickles)
Thank you.
(milk cartoon thuds)
- [Natalie] What can I help you with?
- I was just dropping that off for Jason.
- [Natalie] What?
- That.
I didn't know where you'd wanna put it.
(laughs) It's about time he got it.
What am I gonna do with it?
- It is really gonna mean a lot to him, Rich.
He's really been improving lately.
- [Richard] Yeah, so I heard.
- Would have been nice if you'd come to his game.
- [Richard] I just got your message.
Where are they, with him?
- That's none of your business.
- I see. They're my boys, but they're none of my business.
- You know what I mean.
- Yeah.
(clears throat) I was thinking about moving back,
here, with you and the boys.
- What are you talking about?
- [Richard] What am I talking about?
I'm talking about moving back is what I'm talking about.
I know what you're thinking.
It's different now.
- Yeah?
- [Richard] Yeah.
- How's the job?
Your father take you back on at the cannery?
- That's funny. (chuckles)
Still getting checks, aren't you?
Or do I have to call my father's accountant?
(tuts) Hey, did you see my new rig out there?
- [Natalie] It's really nice.
- It's not exactly new.
I traded David the truck for it.
It's got room for all of us.
Good grocery-gettin' car. (laughs)
Hey. You wanna take a ride?
- Richard, you don't change.
You don't change, do you?
- (laughs) "Change?"
No.
No, I don't change.
Everything around me changes.
You change.
You take my house and you take my kids
and you fuck this other guy, but me, I don't change at all.
- It's not your house.
- [Richard] Oh, really?
- No, as far as fucking goes,
who was it that answered the phone the other morning?
- She just- - It doesn't matter!
I don't care!
It's not workin'!
- Nat, I just want a chance.
- For what?
So you can pretend they have a real father for a few days,
and then- - I am their real father!
I am their father.
- No, Richard.
You know what defines a father?
It's what he does.
Not what he promises.
It's being a positive, consistent presence.
(Richard chuckling)
- "A positive, consistent presence."
Wow.
What does that mean?
I just don't get it.
But then I'm not fucking a college boy, am I?
- (sighs) Look, uh...
Can you just go now?
I- I don't want you here when they get back.
- Oh, you wouldn't want that?
- No. - No.
- No, you have to leave now.
(hand slams)
- Okay.
- [Natalie] I'll see you later, Richard.
- Yeah. Goodbye, Nat.
(door clunking)
(dog faintly barking)
(birds chirping)
- Hey.
You know, I've been ignoring our difference in age
but you keep playing with those blocks, (sniffs)
I'm gonna start to worry.
- You're not looking at the house.
Look.
It's not all mine. It's part Mack.
See, the whole idea of what Mack was trying to achieve
was a common area in the centre of the house.
I mean, large open spaces, they weren't unique to Mack,
but the idea of separating the family
so that the parents were on one side
and the kids are on the other,
so they'll all spill into the centre.
It's-It's brilliant.
It's...
I'm boring you, aren't I?
- No.
Uh-uh.
(gentle contemplative music)
I was just thinking.
- About what?
- About you.
School.
- What if I wait a year?
- Frank...
- [Frank] A year is not gonna make-
- No, you can't do that, Frank.
- Why not?
I've-I've thought a lot about this.
I have, and...
- No, you...
You told me it takes forever just to establish yourself.
- Exactly.
So what's a year in forever?
(Frank chuckles)
- That's twisted logic. (laughs)
- Do you know what Duncan said to me today?
- Oh, you wouldn't be changing the subject, would ya?
- (laughs) He said, "Frank, I don't think Jason
really understands girls."
- Oh, he didn't.
- He did. - (both laughing)
"Understands girls." (laughs)
- (laughs) Well, what'd you say?
- I didn't know what to say to that.
I said, "Give him time, Duncan.
He'll come around." (laughs)
If this is how he is now, then we're in trouble.
(birds chirping)
(Natalie sighs)
What is this? Action Man?
- Yeah.
Richard gave it to Dunc for his birthday.
(car engine whirring)
(gravel crunching)
(choir singing in foreign language)
- Very good.
Okay, it's 7:30.
We should stop now.
Now remember, when you sing these words,
the way we feel about the harbour
is how the Balkans felt about the River Sava.
And listen to your tapes!
"Mmollih ta" is still very rough,
and we've got a 40-minute programme
to have ready by Labour Day.
Labour Day.
Oh, and Anna?
- [Anna] Yeah, Ms. Fowler?
- Next time, duck.
(Frank chuckling)
- Yoo-hoo. - Yeah.
(door slams)
Great.
Ah!
(laughs) Dad!
Is that acid?
What are you putting in there?
- Oh, my God. What happened?
- [Matt] Come on, Frank. Hold still.
- [Frank] All right, Dad.
- This was her husband, wasn't it?
- Ex.
He dropped in.
- Are you gonna press charges?
- No.
- Well, what's to stop him from doing it again?
- Did you hit him at all?
Come on, tell me tell me you hit him.
- Matt. - Just so he doesn't
do it again.
- I don't think I touched him.
Aah! Jesus, Dad.
- So what are you gonna do?
- Take karate? - Oh!
That is not the problem.
- Mom, you know you like her.
- (scoffs) I like a lot of people, Frank.
What about the boys, did they see it?
- No, they were asleep.
- Did you leave her alone with him?
- He left first.
She was yelling at him.
I believe she had a skillet in her hand.
- Oh, for God sakes.
Did you call the police?
- Not yet.
- You didn't call them?
- Well, I just got in.
When did I have a chance to call the police?
- Where's the phone book? - No, Mom.
No, don't call them.
If you call the police, they'll come over
and scare the kids.
- Matt?
- We gotta call them.
- No, we're not calling them.
It was a scuffle.
That's it. It wasn't serious.
- Oh, right, just like the relationship isn't serious.
- Oh, Ruth.
Now is not the time.
- [Ruth] Well, when is the time?
After he knocks him into a coma?
This is stopping now.
- Oh, really?
- Come fall, you're on a plane.
Are you taking them with you?
What are the boys gonna think when you just disappear?
- [Frank] Hey, easy, Mom.
- Frank, this is not some sweetie from Vassar
that you can visit on holidays.
You're not in this alone.
And the sooner you end it, the better.
Oh, God.
What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
- Well, you've gotta talk to him, Matt.
- (sighs) I don't know.
Maybe he's right about scaring the kids.
Why don't we just sleep on it, deal with it tomorrow?
- Are you gonna call the police, or do I have to?
- I just told you what I think.
If you wanna call them, call them.
(Ruth groans)
(door clunking)
(keys jangling)
- It's not the first time she's played around, you know?
- She's not with the guy anymore.
- No, I mean from before.
- [Matt] What are you talking about?
- Oh, come on, you've heard the same things I have.
- You seem to forget.
I don't take my lunches in the teachers' lounge.
- Maybe he still loves her.
(birds cawing)
- Best part of the cod.
The outsiders, they won't touch it.
Summer fishermen,
well, the part-timers like Frank here, get in your hair.
As many as 80 of them now with licences.
Hm! Should've put up a sign.
"Stay in your own backyard, or lose your traps."
- See, Henry here is just sore
'cause I catch about twice as much as he does
with an old second-hand Boudreau.
- Now, don't you listen to him, son.
That boat is fine.
She was first.
I kind of miss her, sometimes.
And that truck you're drivin'.
When you headed back to school, Frank?
Hm?
(both laughing)
Oh, dear.
(gentle contemplative music)
- Hi, Dr. Fowler.
- [Matt] How you doing, Jason?
- Good.
(Matt chuckles)
(water spraying)
- What'd you pull?
- Not too bad.
About 40 pounds.
- [Matt] I haven't caught sight of you in days.
- You know where to find me.
- When are you coming home?
- [Frank] Has it come to this?
- Come to what?
- You having to run errands for Mom.
I'm thinking of building a couple hundred more traps,
see if I can do better than break even.
- [Matt] Take you more than two years
to get a licence to fish off-season.
- Right. Unless Henry takes me on as his sternman.
- You think he'd do that?
- (grunts) Maybe.
(box slams)
It's as good a life as any.
It was good enough for your father
and sometimes things just skip a generation.
- You don't think...
You don't think you might need something more?
- Why?
So I can have an Ivy League education like you, and...
Christ, if it's so great,
how come you sneak out of the office every day
to come down here?
(birds cawing)
- I like spending time with my son.
- Uh-huh.
(gloves thudding)
I don't know, Dad. (breathing heavily)
It's just, I don't know. (chuckles)
(sighs) She's a wonderful girl.
And that's what I see.
- [Henry] Hey, Frank!
How long you gonna be parked there?
I'd like to unload!
- Give me a hand?
- [Matt] Yeah, sure.
(Matt sighing deeply)
(Matt tapping fingers)
(Matt exhaling)
- You can't hypnotise the cards into changing, Matt.
For Christ sake, bet, or you know Carl's gonna start.
- "The beggar's dog and the widow's cat.
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat sings his summer's song.
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honeybee is the artist's jealousy."
- All right, Carl.
Two bucks. (chips rattling)
I'll tell you, man, you gotta get out of this Blake thing.
You're in a rut.
- Don't get him started, Matt.
- Well, whenever I do my own stuff, you guys bitch and moan.
- (laughs) That's not true! - Come on!
We love your stuff.
It's great stuff, right?
(group laughing)
- Carl?
- I'm in.
- Everybody in?
Frank, are you in?
- (chips rattling) - Yeah.
(all groaning)
Guess I'm the winner.
- [Carl] Always the quiet ones.
- Yeah. - Good deal.
- Come on. Come on.
(knife scraping) (footsteps tapping)
- (hand taps) - Don't mind me.
Your father's snoring.
(sniffs) Ugh!
(plate clinking)
Eat.
You must be hungry.
- I'm not hungry.
- Coffee?
So you talked to her?
- Yeah.
- And how is she?
- She's great.
- Frank, I just...
I just wanted to tell you that we...
That I liked her.
Do like her.
She's a wonderful girl.
- Ma, you're not really gonna have this conversation with me
right now, are you?
- Goodnight.
Okay.
All right. That's...
No, that's fine, sir.
I'll send it to you right away.
Okay.
Oh, yes, I'm very excited.
I'm, uh...
It's a beautiful campus, and I'm, uh, preparing already.
Yes. Oh, thank you.
Thank you, sir.
Yes, well, compared to your models...
It doesn't compare to your models, but...
I am. I'm-I'm aware of the Lautner House.
Yeah. Excuse me, sir, can you hold on one second?
(phone button beeps)
Hello?
Jase?
Jase, what is it?
Okay, Jason, stay put.
I'll be right there. Stay put.
- [Natalie] Um, he just, um...
He just pushed me.
He didn't hit me.
- Oh, didn't hit you?
That's great!
We should throw a party for him.
He didn't hit you.
- Frank.
That's enough of this.
We're calling the police.
- No! (stammering) Wait!
- Wait! Uh-uh. - Natalie, we're calling
- the police. - No! No!
I, uh, I don't know...
I don't know what I wanna do.
I don't...
I hate this. I hate the kids seeing this.
I...
I don't know what to do! (sobbing)
- Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
I'm here now.
I'm here now. It's all right.
I'm not going anywhere.
- Okay.
(car engine whirring)
- [Frank] It's all right.
- [Natalie] Okay.
Okay.
(car door slams)
- Mom!
- Oh!
(hand pounding on door)
- Go upstairs with the kids.
- No. I'm afraid.
- Natalie, go upstairs!
I'm not letting him in the house!
Go upstairs!
- No.
Uh-uh.
- It's better if he doesn't see you.
Go upstairs.
- Don't let him in.
Don't let him in.
- Go.
- Frank, don't let him in.
(hand pounding on door)
- [Richard] Open the door!
Frank?
Frank, buddy, are you in there?
Frank, I'm really sorry about what happened, all right?
I apologise.
I'm sorry about what happened.
Now open the door.
- Richard, leave.
Leave now!
I'm not letting you in this door!
- [Richard] I told you to open the door!
- She left! Natalie is gone!
She's not here,
and I'm calling the police if you don't leave.
Just go!
- All right.
All right.
Sorry.
(Frank sighing)
(dog faintly barking)
(door rattling)
Motherfucker!
- Read him a story.
Oh. I'll be right back, okay?
- I don't wanna stay here!
- No, honey!
You have to! You have to stay here.
You have to stay here.
Look at me. You're staying here, okay?
Read him a story.
- Where is she? - "Clock, clock, tick-tock.
Where's the clock?
What time is it?"
- [Ruth] You're fucking lying!
Where is she? Natalie!
- [Frank] Put that away!
Put that away!
(gun blasting) (Natalie screams)
- Oh!
(sobbing) No!
No!
(footsteps clattering)
- No! - Mommy!
(intercom beeps)
- [Receptionist] Matt, there's a Mrs. Strout on line two.
She says it's very important.
(phone handset clunks)
- Hello?
Hello? Natalie?
(choir singing in foreign language)
- Great.
(wind whistling)
- "Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd
when he stands before the king
whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling
that he should wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath
from its restless tides that it may rise and expand
and see God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you indeed sing?
And when you have reached the mountaintop
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs
then shall you truly dance."
(people murmuring)
(children laughing)
(people chattering)
- Can I get you anything?
- [Matt] Uh...
Where's Ruth?
- She went to lie down, Matt.
- [Matt] Excuse me.
(people chattering continues)
(footsteps tapping)
(people chattering continues)
(metal clinking)
(Matt sobbing)
(audience on TV applauding)
- My next guest is a very talented funnyman
who will be performing live at the end of the month
at the Montreal comedy festival "Just for Laughs."
Please welcome Anthony Clark!
(audience on TV cheering) (audience on TV applauding)
- Drink?
- [Ruth] Mm-hmm.
- [Anthony] Wow.
- [Host] How we doing?
- [Anthony] They're so nice. Wow.
- [Host] They're good people.
- They're nice. - They really are.
- [TV Audience Member] Whoo!
- [Host] Some of them were packing,
but we've cleared that up.
- [Anthony] That's good.
- So what's been going on? - Well, you know,
I've, uh, actually been out with Ricky Martin,
livin' the vida loca.
(audience on TV cheering) (audience on TV laughing)
- [Host] You know Ricky?
- [Anthony] Uh, actually, when you hang out with Ricky,
a lot of people wanna speak Spanish to you.
- Mm-hmm. - And I think that's cool.
I took three years of Spanish in high school,
and, uh all I really know how to say
is, "There's a ball on my patio."
(lawnmower whirring)
(hand knocking on door)
- [Matt] Yeah?
(door clunking)
- Matt, I'm gonna go to lunch.
- Okay.
- Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm fine.
(phone faintly ringing)
Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm-I'm okay.
- Okay.
(door clicking)
(dinnerware clinking) (people chattering)
- Don't worry, I didn't make 'em.
- I wanted the cheese.
- What?
Oh! That's mine.
(chuckles) Sorry.
You got back to work so quick, Matt.
It's not too soon?
- Ah, I can't stay home.
So, how's business?
- Oh, you know, same old crap.
Got held up again.
Well, you knew that.
- No, I didn't. - Yeah.
They got 75 bucks.
- Were you on the till?
- (chuckles) They'd have gotten something else
if I'd been on the till.
(Matt chuckles)
So, how you doing, Matt?
You don't write, you don't call.
Where'd the love go?
- Nag, nag, nag.
(Willis chuckling)
- [Willis] They set the bail hearing yet?
- Uh, sometime in the next few days, yeah.
- [Willis] Are you going?
- Uh, I don't know. (chewing)
Davis says it's a formality, really.
I haven't talked with Ruth about
whether or not she thinks we ought to go.
- Well, if it's too much for Ruth, I'll come with you.
- Thanks.
Uh, it'll be all right.
(sups) Davis says it's a formality, really.
- The criminal trial set yet?
- Uh, October.
- [Willis] October?
- That's what they tell me.
- [Willis] Christ, they take their time.
- Well, he's in there now.
- They're keeping him busy, I'm sure.
You know where they'll move him, once he's sentenced?
- Got any, uh, Tabasco?
- Hey, Anita!
Tabasco!
Hey!
Aw, shit.
(truck brakes squeaking)
(truck engine whirring)
(bottle clinks)
Next weekend, Matt,
we really want you to come up to the camp.
Katie's insistin'.
Not to pressure you or anything,
but if you don't come,
she's gonna invite her sister and that idiot
and I'm gonna wind up insulting him again. (sighs)
Future of my family is in your hands.
- Uh, let me ask Ruth.
- [Woman On TV] So the combination of spices
is very Southern, and I'll tell you what makes it Southern.
There are coriander seeds, (door clunking)
which I'm gonna put this-
- [Matt] Hi!
- [Ruth] How was your day?
- [Matt] Fine!
I had lunch with Willis.
It was really great to see him.
- My day was fine, too, thanks.
- [Matt] Sorry, did- did you say something?
- [Woman On TV] Never use too much of that.
Just a little bit.
- No. - It was, uh,
a 1/4 teaspoon.
And I'm just gonna-
- Uh, Katie and Willis invited us up to the camp
for the weekend.
I said I'd check with you,
in case we were doing something else.
- [Woman On TV] But once it stops roasting,
it doesn't take very long-
- That sounds fine.
- [Woman On TV] To begin to brown.
- [Matt] We, uh...
We don't have to go.
- You don't want to?
- Yeah, I want to.
- Then tell them yes.
- Well, I thought you might be, uh,
busy getting the girls ready.
- (inhales) No.
- [Woman On TV] So I let it cool off very slightly.
And I have...
It's a coffee grinder.
- Okay. - Put all the spices
in one bowl.
(woman on TV speaking faintly)
Anyway, when it's slightly cooled off,
in it goes, into the grinder.
- All right, (clears throat) the next matter
is the matter of State of Maine v. Richard Strout.
The record should reflect that the defendant
has been incarcerated in the Knox County Jail without bail
since the, uh, 17th of July.
We're here for a bail hearing.
- Mr. Davis, given the fact
that we have a very crowded trial calendar,
I'm gonna suggest that we do both the bail hearing
and the probable cause hearing today at two o'clock.
So unless I hear any objection to the contrary,
I'd like to set it for two o'clock
and we will take testimony of your witnesses at that time.
- I...
I closed the door.
(sighs) I...
I walked through my room.
I heard some yellin'.
I heard yellin'.
Heard yellin'.
I got to the stairs (sighs)
(sighs) and then I heard...
I heard the shot.
Richard-
- [Marla] I-I'm sorry.
- (sobs) Richard. - Could we go back
just a minute?
Mrs. Strout, you said you heard the shot.
- [Natalie] Yes.
- You heard the shot?
Did you actually witness the accident?
- Objection.
Your honour, there are no grounds to indicate
this was an accident.
- Sustained.
Strike the word "accident" from the record.
Rephrase your question, Ms. Keyes.
- Mrs. Strout, in the police report,
you stated that you had witnessed the firearm discharge.
Did you witness the firearm discharge?
(Natalie sobs)
- I thought you said there would be a jury trial
sometime in October.
- If he was incarcerated
the judge would have set an October court date
basically to save the county the cost of housing
and feeding him as an inmate.
But, with bail, unfortunately,
the court date is always later.
- You mean there's nothing we can do about this?
You let that bastard just walk out,
and we're supposed to just sit here?
- We can't appeal bail.
It's just not set up that way.
The state's bail code is to ensure future court appearances.
Now, in this case, Strout's family was prepared to put up
a substantial amount of property as bail.
That, along with his ties to the community,
made it very hard for us to convince a judge
that there was a serious risk of flight.
- Now, you can file a civil suit.
I recommend it.
But not now.
Wait until after the criminal trial.
- [Ruth] And when will that be?
- Well, honestly,
could be anywhere from 12 to 18 months.
- Oh, my God.
- You're-You're-You're confident
you can put him away for good then, right?
(people faintly murmuring) (phone faintly ringing)
- The things she said in there,
what's the damage?
- The way this is going, potentially manslaughter.
- (gasps) Jesus Christ!
He killed our son!
He...
It was no accident!
- Ruth, Ruth, Ruth, Ruth.
(Ruth sobs)
Uh, how long will he be sent away for?
- Well, that's hard to say, really.
Anywhere from five to 15 years.
But-But we're confident that we'll get the maximum.
So even with good behaviour-
- Five years? - He'll do 10 full years.
- 10 years?
Are you out of your mind?
- Dr. Fowler, Mrs. Fowler, I'm sorry.
I understand.
- No, you don't.
No, you don't.
(car engine whirring)
(car whooshing)
(car engine whirring) (birds chirping)
(gravel crunching)
- [Reporter] Dr. Fowler, what will your next step be?
- [Matt] Uh, I don't know.
- [Reporter] Dr. Fowler, how do you feel
about the result today?
- [Matt] Well, that's- that's (speaking faintly).
- [Reporter] Dr. Fowler, have you had any contact
with Mrs. Strout?
- [Matt] No.
- [Reporter] How's Mrs. - Fowler handling this?
(cups rattling drowns out Matt)
- [Reporter] Do you feel that justice has been served today?
- [Matt] I think our legal system will determine that.
(camera shutter clicking)
- Dr. Fowler. - Leave now.
- [Reporters] Dr. Fowler.
- [Reporters] Any more legal action planned?
- (door slams) - Can you believe this?
I ask those idiots to leave, and no one budges, not one.
What are we supposed to do, make them sandwiches?
- [Ruth] What are you asking for?
- [Matt] What?
- If you want them to leave, tell them to leave.
(plates rattling)
- (cupboard door slams) - Okay,
I'll tell them to leave.
- Good. - (water running)
(plates rattling)
(insects chirping)
- [Woman On Television] - And they never come up
to the standard.
And so they're always and forever disappointed.
Always.
They're never doing enough.
They're never working hard enough.
They never behaved right enough.
They were never a good enough father,
never a good enough husband.
And not only can they not please themselves,
sad to say, most of the time
nobody else can please them either.
(footsteps tapping)
- You slept late, for you.
- Yeah, I took one of your pills.
- You never do that.
- [Matt] Mm.
- Well, there it is in black and white.
You should read some of the things he says.
It's unbelievable.
- Yeah.
(Ruth sighs)
Well, I, uh...
I better be going.
- Where? It's Saturday.
- Oh, there's some stuff
I have to catch up on at the office.
I won't be long.
(door clunking)
(cash register keys beeping)
(cash register printer whirring)
(coins rattling)
- [Natalie] Thank you.
Do you want your receipt?
(upbeat pop music)
(door slams) (door bell tinkles)
- [Matt] Natalie.
Hi.
- Hi.
- I, uh, hope I'm not disturbing you.
- Uh-uh.
Not at all.
- [Customer] Could you break a 50, please?
- Excuse me.
♪ Oh, baby ♪
(cash register keys beeping)
(cash register printer whirring)
(coins rattling)
- Thank you, dear.
Could I possibly have another bag?
- [Natalie] Oh, sure.
(bag rustling)
(door bell tinkles) (door clunking)
- Yeah, well, I was just, uh...
Just wondering how you're doing.
I tried to reach you.
- Oh. (sighs)
Um...
We're at my mom's now.
I wanted to call you.
- That's-That's okay.
- (sighs) Dr. Fowler, I can't...
- [Matt] Yeah, I-I-I know.
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ I can see the sunset in your eyes ♪
- I didn't lie.
I didn't lie the first time.
It was...
It's how it came out.
(door clunking) (door bell tinkles)
Mrs. Fowler?
- No, uh-
- [Customer] Can I get a pack of Marlboro Reds?
♪ Love won't wait ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
(cash register beeping)
(hand bangs)
(cash register printer whirring)
(cash register drawer clunks)
(door bell tinkles) (door slams)
- How are the boys?
They all right?
- Yeah.
(traffic rumbles)
- Uh, I gotta go.
I'll see you.
(door clunking) (door bell tinkles)
(door slams)
(upbeat pop music continues)
(axe slamming) (wood clatters)
- So how much of this is yours?
- (chuckling) You ask me that every time.
You know the cove, the other side of the cabin?
- [Matt] Yeah.
- All the way to the other shoreline.
Almost 350 acres.
Know what it went for when I bought it?
- [Matt] No.
- You don't wanna know.
(both chuckling)
(axe slamming) (wood clatters)
- Oh, and that's little Charles down at the pool.
He figured out how to get down to the pool
on the elevator by himself. (chuckles)
- Oh, he must've been very proud.
- Oh, yeah. - (Ruth laughs)
Oh, and that's Shannon, waiting in line for...
Oh, my God, that rollercoaster.
You know the one?
Oh, my God.
- [Ruth] Were the lines very long?
- Uh, yeah. Yeah, sometimes.
60 minutes and upwards.
- Oh! - Unless, of course,
you got the, um, FastPass.
- [Ruth] (laughs) What's the FastPass?
- Uh, well, you know,
you got all these different kingdoms there,
and, uh, so you take this FastPass.
It's kind of a laminated card.
You just put it into a machine
and it-it tells you when to come back,
so, you know, you don't have to wait in line.
You just go right in and...
You guys ever go to Florida?
- No.
How many grandchildren do you have now?
- Um...
(laughs) Uh, well, all right, there's little Charles
and Shannon, um, the three older ones
and the babies.
That's Joe, Jay, Mary, George,
Wendy, Lee.
So that's 11.
- Wow. Must be wonderful.
- (laughs) Well, Willis always says,
"I guess there's no danger of us dying off."
(sobbing) I'm so sorry, Ruth.
I just wasn't thinking.
- I wanted to have more, uh,
but we had Frank, and Matt was just starting his practise.
So I guess it made sense.
(photo album pages rustling)
- Little Charles. (laughs)
- Only got half a cord of oak left at home.
And you know how much that bastard Daniels charges.
At least I can stack this up to the cabin
have something to burn this fall.
(logs thudding)
(ATV engine whirring)
(silverware clanking)
- You know, it's a wonderful product,
and they treat you pretty good.
On account of selling Mary Kay, we got the new Subaru.
- Well, the ride up was very comfortable.
It's a very nice car.
- Well, it's not really a car.
It's got four-wheel drive.
It's a little SUV.
- What the hell is all that "SUV" crap?
- [Willis] "Sports utility vehicle."
- It's a little Jeep.
SUV?
ATV and KFC. (laughs)
What's with all these, uh...
These, uh-
- Acronyms. - Yeah!
I guess it's just too much trouble
to say what something is anymore.
- What does PMS stand for?
- All right, I was an Army brat.
I grew up with Jeeps.
Willy, he's uncomfortable
that I know more about one masculine thing than he does.
- Only one?
(group laughs)
- Thanks, buddy. (chuckles)
- [Katie] I like this guy. (sighs)
- You've done a nice job up here, Katie.
Don't tell me you made these curtains.
Is that antique linen?
- Well, sort of.
They're pillowcases from our first house.
- Oh! (laughs)
- (laughs) I've saved every knickknack
and whim-wham we ever had.
You included.
(bottle and glass clinking)
(car engine whirring)
- [Willis] Well, our timing is off. (chuckles)
(metal poll clinking)
(metal poll clanking)
(bridge creaking)
Of course, he don't like working
in recruitment, anyhows. (chuckles)
Christ, they got them boys
coming down to the office in the mall.
He gets them half-processed
and they decide they wanna take that "delayed entry" thing.
Christ, I couldn't do it.
- [Katie] Or they decide not to join up at all.
- [Willis] Like that one kid.
He had him all the way through the works
and, (sighs) Christ.
- [Katie] Yeah, the boy's folks called, uh, called David
and said that the boy was...
He wanted out so bad that he...
Well, he'd taken his own life.
- [Willis] Something like that gets to you.
Christ, I couldn't do it.
(boat engine rumbling)
- I'm going now.
- Okay.
- Are you looking forward to going back?
- [Ruth] Mm-hmm.
- [Matt] You look nice.
(Ruth chuckles)
(Ruth laughing)
(woman sings in foreign language)
(choir singing in foreign language)
- That was very good.
I goofed up a little bit, but...
(gentle contemplative music)
- (car door clunking) - Ruth.
(Ruth gasps)
- It comes in waves.
And then nothing,
(sighs) like a rest in music.
No sound, but so loud.
I don't know what to do. I...
I feel so angry.
- Louise McVey lost a child
a few years back.
Maybe you remember.
- She had four.
It was the youngest, wasn't it?
- Yes.
She told me about a vision she had
when she found out her daughter had died.
She saw herself at a great distance from the Earth
and encircling it, an endless line.
As she got closer she saw that it was made up
of mothers travelling forward.
She fell into line and began walking with them.
When they reached a certain point the line divided,
and she said she knew that all the millions
of women on her side were the mothers
who had lost children.
She seemed to find great comfort in that.
- (inhales) How did the little girl die?
- A drowning.
Some kind of swimming accident.
- [Ruth] (exhales) Oh.
(Ruth exhales)
(cards flicking)
(cards tapping)
- The name of the game is Texas chase 'em.
- [Henry] Oh, geez.
- [Willis] Is there a problem?
- Why do you always delude yourself with that crap?
- [Willis] What are you talking about?
- Look, we're not in Vegas.
It's five-card draw or seven-card stud.
- That's what I said: five-card draw, jacks to open.
- Carl? - Asshole.
(Willis chuckles)
- I'll bet a buck.
(chips rattling)
- Raise a buck.
(Matt sighs)
- Say something, for Christ sake.
Quit pussyfootin' around me.
You want me to stare at these cards all night?
- "There are things of which I may not speak.
There are dreams that cannot die.
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak
and bring a pallor into the cheek and a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
come over me like a chill.
A boy's will is the wind's will.
And the thoughts of youth
are long, long thoughts."
- (sighs) Okay, you got the two.
(chips rattling)
- [Willis] I'm in there.
- I'll take one.
- Okay, you got it. - Gonna need...
Oh, I need them all.
- Oh, my, my, my, my, my. - Three.
- [Willis] Make them good.
(group chattering)
(shears snipping) (foliage rustling)
(birds chirping)
(shears snipping) (foliage rustling)
(gentle thoughtful music)
(couple chattering)
(car door clunking) (lawnmower whirring)
(door clunking)
(insects chirping)
(metal clinks)
- Matt?
(metal clinking)
(boat engine rumbles) (birds cawing)
(trap lid rattles)
- Ah!
(boat engine whirring)
(trap thuds) (birds cawing)
(coffee trickles)
(traffic rumbles)
(insects chirping)
(tense uneasy music)
- [Radio Sportscaster] - Atlanta one, Red Sox nothing.
From the stretch, Martinez.
Still one and two on Jordan.
He's hit 13 home runs.
He's got a teammate at third with two down.
Ramon Martinez gets the sign, checks the runner at third.
Comes to the belt and to the plate.
A swing and a bouncer up the middle.
Nomar fields it, gloves it, throws to first.
Inning over.
They leave a man in scoring position.
Jordan's out six to three.
Good effort in that inning by Ramon Martinez
against a tough hitter.
After two and a half innings, Atlanta one, Red Sox nothing
on the WEEI Red Sox Radio Network.
- No.
I'm sorry, that's totally unacceptable.
Yeah, so what did he say?
No, we can't allow that.
(hand knocking on door)
Hold it a sec.
- Excuse me, Matt.
- Ryan Collit's out there.
His mother just brought him in.
- I'll, uh...
I'll call you back later, okay?
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
(phone handset clunks)
I'll be back at 4:00, Janelle.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry, Dr. Fowler, but you just missed him.
Thank you, Kelly.
- No, I really need to see him.
He go to lunch?
- That's right.
(people murmuring) (phone faintly ringing)
He's across the street.
- Thank you.
(people chattering) (silverware clinking)
- That's what they do, you know?
Oh, hey, Matt.
- Hi.
- [Bill] Have a seat.
- Thank you. Thank you.
(chair rattles)
- This is my assistant, Jack.
- Oh, hi, Jack. - Don.
- Hi, Don. - This is Ed.
That's Matt Fowler.
So how's everything going?
- Oh, uh, it's-it's-it's okay, you know?
Uh, I just wanted to
go over a couple of things,
and, uh, you know, when- when you've had your lunch.
- Sure.
We really are doing everything we can, Matt.
I promise you that.
- Yeah. What can I do, Bill?
- There's nothing, really.
- Look, it can't be manslaughter.
There's gotta be something.
Can't you find something?
You know, like-like some piece of evidence?
I mean, that happens.
Doesn't that happen?
- We really are doing everything we can.
I'm not gonna lie to you, all we've got is Strout.
He claims that there was a struggle.
Forensics can't determine if there was a struggle
because of the condition of the house when Frank got there.
The best thing for you to do is just sit tight.
Now, we haven't thrown in the towel yet
and you shouldn't either.
We've still got two investigators working on this case.
It's still a priority case for us.
We've got leads we're following up on.
(coins jingling) There's still a lot of things
to do here before we wrap this up,
but we're doing the best we can
with the resources that we have.
(coins jingling continues)
You've just gotta hang in there with us.
You have to have some confidence.
(coins jingling continues)
(alarm blares)
(workers chattering)
(pickup truck door slams)
(pickup truck engine revving)
(car engine revving)
- He takes these bats and nails them right on the wall
above the scale because he knows big mouth's
gonna come in there
and weigh his catch eventually, you know?
He's putting the bats up, one of the old-timers says,
"Hey, Ivan, what the hell are you doing?"
The old man says, "Sending a message,"
and turns around and walks out the door, right?
(laughing) Now, I walk in,
there's these damn baseball bats up on the wall, right?
With a big, huge note
written right across the front of them. (laughs)
- [Tim] (laughing) What'd it say?
- (laughs) "Here's the bats, if you got the balls."
(both laughing)
He never messed with our traps again. (chuckles)
- Hey, Dr. Fowler.
- Oh, hi, Tim.
Did-Did he ever, uh...
Did he ever talk to you about what happened on that day?
- No.
No.
I don't even see Richard anymore,
and he'd never tell me anything anyway.
Believe me.
- Oh, sure, sure.
Of course not.
I was just wondering if-if, uh,
you know, maybe you heard something through the grapevine.
Maybe, uh, maybe one of his buddies said something?
- No.
- I was thinking: his brothers still work with you, right?
Uh, they must talk.
Yeah, what I'm saying is, if we could find something,
just something concrete.
If you could...
Uh, it could be just, you know, a slip of the tongue.
(people chattering) (glasses clinking)
- I'll keep my ears open.
- [Matt] Thank you.
- It's funny running into you here, Dr. Fowler.
- [Matt] Yeah, well.
- [Patron] Whoo!
(gentle contemplative music)
(headphone music faintly playing)
(tape player clicks)
- Oh, I was hoping we could talk.
I...
I wanted to tell you how truly sorry I am,
and if there's anything that I can ever
do to-to
talk with you.
(hand slaps) Oh!
(Natalie sighs)
(tape player clicks)
(headphone music faintly playing)
(footsteps tapping)
(gentle soft music) (packaging rustles)
(group laughing)
- Man, better get back to the grind,
and don't steal anything.
Hello, Mrs. Fowler.
(cash register keys beeping)
Will there be anything else?
- Oh, and pack of Marlboro Lights.
- Sure.
(cash register printer whirring)
That will be, uh, 14- 14.95 with the cigarettes.
(coins rattling)
- Thank you.
(bag rustling)
(door slams)
(bag rustling)
- How did it go today?
(Ruth sighs) (bag rustling)
Something wrong?
- Wrong?
What could be wrong, Matt?
(refrigerator door slams)
(bag and food packaging rustling)
(bag rustling)
What do you want?
- I wanna know what's going on.
- Oh, right.
- You're obviously upset.
Is there something we can talk about?
- Talk?
Who, us?
(scoffs) What if somebody walked in?
They wouldn't recognise us.
They'd think they were in the wrong house.
- Do you wanna talk or not?
- Oh, you mean about our dead son?
No.
(water gushing)
We haven't before.
Why should we bother now?
- What can I do, Ruth?
- Forget it, Matt.
Why don't you just go?
- What do you want from me?
- I want you to stop acting like nothing's happened.
That's what I want.
- Why, because I'm not bouncing off the walls?
- No, Matt, that would require feelings.
We don't want you to hurt yourself.
(plates clanking)
- Do me a favour, Ruth.
You want a grieving contest, go find someone else.
- Oh, I know how you grieve.
Go have another beer.
- What the hell is that supposed to mean?
What do you know?
You know nothing. You don't...
Don't know what I go through.
- No, I don't know what you go through, Matt,
or if you go through anything!
But that's your choice, dear, not mine.
(plates rattling) (water gushing)
- You're goddamn right it is.
My choice is not to scream at the world.
Maybe one of us has to be reasonable around here.
You ever think of that?
- "Reasonable?"
Gee, Matt, I don't know about you, but I miss my son.
I'm glad you have time for reason.
That's what you imparted to Frank, that sense of reason.
(dishes clattering)
Oh, he thought you were very reasonable.
- What are you talking about?
(dishes clattering)
- Nothing.
- Are you-Are you saying that-
(dishes clattering)
that I'm the one responsible?
Is that it?
Well, uh...
Well, let me tell you something.
Let me tell you something.
You got it backwards.
I know what you think, that, uh...
That I was too lenient.
That I let him get away with-
- Everything! (plates smashing)
- Everything! - Yes, yes, yes!
And why?
Why did he never come to you?
- [Ruth] He wouldn't listen to me, Matt!
- No, he wouldn't
- listen to you! - He didn't trust me!
- You made sure of that! - He wouldn't listen to you
because you never listened to him!
- No, but you did.
You were winking at him the whole time.
You encouraged him.
You wanted what he had: her.
- Oh, my God,
- you've got to be kidding! - Come on, you know it!
You wanted it and you couldn't get it.
That's why you didn't stop him,
so you could get your kicks through your son.
You can't admit the truth to me or to yourself
that Frank died for your fantasy piece of ass!
- Oh, you know...
You wanna know why our son is dead?
You really wanna know?
(sighs) He was with her not because of me.
He went there because of you.
(Ruth scoffs)
Yes, he did because you are so controlling,
so overbearing,
so angry that he was it.
That he was our only one.
- That is not true!
- Oh, yes, it is.
Yes, it is.
Even when he was a kid, you were telling him
how-how he was always wrong.
Oh, ah, I remember.
Uh, one time you yanked him out of a Little League game
and sent him home for throwing his-his glove in the dirt.
He was what?
Nine years old?
Everything he did was wrong.
Well, what was wrong with him, Ruth?
You're...
You're so unforgiving.
You are.
That's what he said.
And you're pulling the same shit with me
and that's a horrible way to be.
It's horrible.
You're bitter, Ruth.
And you can point your finger at me all you like
but you better take a damn good look at yourself.
- I just wanted to talk about what happened, Matt.
- No.
(chuckles) You want me to be open with you, embrace you?
You scare me.
How can I talk to you?
Sometimes, I...
Sometimes I can't even look at you.
(hand tapping on door)
Oh, God.
(hand tapping on door)
(sighs) That's probably the police.
(door clunking)
- [Kristen] Hi, there, I'm Kristen Gellar
from the Rockland Gymnastics Association
and today we're selling brand-name candy.
Each purchase is matched by the Tandy Corporation
to help us meet our goal of travelling to Oahu
to compete in the East/West conference.
- Uh, okay, I'll, uh...
I'll take some.
- [Kristen] Oh, and today we have a special.
Six bars for $10.
- Okay, I'll, uh...
I'll do that.
Should I hold something?
- Yeah. Could you hold this?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Okay, there's-there's the 10.
- [Kristen] Thank you.
Here.
- Okay. - You can pick anything
- you want. - Any six is okay?
Ruth.
What I said just now...
I, uh...
I had no right.
No one...
No one should ever have to hear stuff like that.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
- (sobs) No.
You're right, Matt.
I am horrible.
- [Matt] Please, please, please don't.
- I don't blame you.
It's just
that girl came by the school.
And I couldn't forgive her.
(sobbing) And I was...
I was so...
I'm sorry.
I've been so...
I've been so angry.
- That's okay.
- It's just
I've seen him, and I keep seeing him.
- I know.
I know.
In his room, you know, sometimes I can swear he's there.
And, uh, today, at a stoplight,
I could've sworn Frank- - Not Frank.
Richard,
(sobbing) and I don't know what to do.
(Matt breathing heavily)
- Ruth, Ruth, Ruth.
Uh.
Where-Where did you see him?
- Everywhere. Downtown.
At the market. I saw him...
I saw him at South End.
He smiled at me, Matt.
I keep running into him.
He smiled.
(gentle thoughtful music)
(Ruth crying)
- [Matt] Oh, it's okay.
It's okay.
(footsteps tapping)
- [Katie] Honey, are you coming to bed now?
- Soon, baby. Matt's still here.
- [Katie] Oh. Well-Well, hi, Matt.
Uh, honey, when you come to bed,
would you bring me my pills?
Um, they're on the, um, top shelf
from when the kids were here.
- All right.
- [Katie] All right, thanks, dear.
- [Matt] I never thought about bail.
(door slams)
I thought I wouldn't have to worry about him for years.
- You know what I heard?
He's tending bar up to Old Orchard Beach
for a friend. (scoffs)
You ever notice even the worst bastards have friends?
Well, nobody knows him over there.
If they do, they don't care.
They drink what he mixes.
(sighs) I hate him, Matt.
My boys went to school with him.
He was the same then.
You know what he'll do?
Five years at the most.
- Yeah, I know.
- Remember that woman about seven years ago?
Shot her husband
and dropped him off the bridge in the St. George
with a 100-pound sack of cement
and said the whole way through it, nobody helped her.
You know where she is now?
- Where?
- She's up to Searsport now, a secretary,
and whoever helped her, where the hell is he?
It'd break my heart, Matt, it would.
But you ever think about just
moving away?
- Yeah, we have.
It wouldn't matter.
- [Willis] Yeah.
(woman singing in foreign language)
(choir singing in foreign language)
(traffic whooshing)
- Let me lock the place up.
I'll walk you to your car.
- Goodnight, Richard. - I'll see you tomorrow.
- Wait up.
Come on, you wanna come over for a drink?
- [Woman] No, thanks!
- [Richard] Come on!
- Maybe some other night. - Just one drink?
(car door slams)
(car engine revving) Come on!
(hand tapping) All right!
Fucking bitch!
(sparse uneasy music)
What are you doing here?
Anything I can help you with?
- [Matt] Don't talk.
- Oh, God.
- [Matt] Unlock the door and get in.
- Wait just a minute.
Let's calm down.
Let's calm - (gun cocking)
All right, all right, all right.
All right.
All right, all right.
All right.
(keys jangling)
(car door rattles)
- [Matt] Unlock it.
(car door clunking)
(car doors slamming)
(Richard exhales deeply)
Is there anyone at your place?
- [Richard] (sighs) Not tonight.
- [Matt] Good.
Drive there.
(keys rattles)
Drive slowly.
Don't try to get stopped.
- All right.
(gentle contemplative music)
He was making it with my wife, Dr. Fowler.
- Don't talk.
(insects chirping)
(car engine whirring)
(car doors clunking)
Let's go to the back door.
Keep your mouth shut.
(door clunking)
Turn the light on.
(light switch clicks)
Where's your suitcase?
- My suitcase?
- Yeah. Where is it?
- Uh, in the bedroom closet.
- Okay, that's where we're going.
When you come to a door, stop and turn the light on.
Let's go.
(light switch clicks)
(staircase creaking)
- There's no wall switch.
- Where's the light?
- By the bed.
- Go ahead.
(light switch clicks)
Sit down on the bed.
Which closet is it?
Where are the suitcases?
(closet doors clunking)
(suitcase scrapes)
(suitcase thuds)
- I wanted to work things out with Natalie,
try to get back together again
but I couldn't- (suitcase thudding)
I couldn't even talk to her.
He was always with her.
Dr. Fowler, it was an accident.
I'm going to jail to pay for it.
If I ever get out, I'll be an old man.
Isn't that enough?
- You're not going to jail.
Pack clothes for warm weather.
- You're-You're gonna let me go?
- [Matt] You're gonna jump bail.
- What?
- [Matt] Go ahead.
Go ahead.
- All right, all right.
- [Matt] See, it's, uh...
It's the trial.
We can't go through that, my wife and I.
That's why you're leaving.
I've got you a ticket.
My wife keeps seeing you.
I can't have that anymore.
- Thank you, Dr. Fowler.
(Richard sighs)
I'd go pick up my boys, and he'd be there.
Sometimes he spent the night.
Duncan told me.
I'm sorry, Dr. Fowler.
- All right, that's enough.
- I, uh...
I need some things from the bathroom.
(light switch clicks)
- Keep walking.
- I gotta pee.
- Go ahead.
(door clunking)
(pants zipper rasps)
(urine trickling)
Wait.
Let's go.
(light switch clicks)
(car doors slamming)
- [Richard] You know they'll catch me.
They're gonna check passenger lists.
- [Matt] I didn't use your name.
- [Richard] They'll figure that out, too.
You think I wouldn't have done it myself
if it was that easy?
- [Matt] You were alone.
We got it worked out.
- [Richard] Who's we?
- [Matt] Start the engine.
Let's go.
(car ignition clunking) (car engine revving)
- There's no planes this time of night, Dr. Fowler.
- Go north on 73.
- The airport's south.
- Someone's gonna keep you a while.
They'll take you to the airport.
Turn the radio on.
Find the game.
- It-It's after 1:00.
- [Matt] They run it again.
No more talking.
(radio knob clicks) (upbeat rock music)
(radio chattering)
(crowd on radio cheering)
- [Radio Sportscaster] Let's see, the last Red Sox player
to have a three-home-run game
would have been Trot Nixon last year at Detroit.
Nomar had one previous to that.
Off with a fastball.
Ball one.
Galarraga holds against Daubach at first.
The outfield swung around to their left.
And a ground-ball roller to shortstop.
Flip to second, they force Daubach.
6-4 on the force, Garciaparra.
Actually hit into a force play to end the inning.
6-4 to get Daubach at second.
The inning is over.
Red Sox have left seven.
After six, the Red Sox seven the Braves two,
on the WEEI Red Sox Radio Network.
(tense uneasy music)
(car engine whirring)
Hit the scoring run, there, one for two.
Six for 10 with a home run, three RBIs in the series.
Hits one into the air-
- [Matt] Turn around.
- Why? - We missed it!
Turn around!
- [Ruth] Okay.
- [Radio Sportscaster] - That's like using a rolled-up
newspaper for that hit.
(car gears clanking)
Sanders is up.
Homered his first time.
One for two.
His fourth of the year.
The Braves infield would like a double play ball.
(tense uneasy music continues)
(car engine whirring) (car tyres crunching)
Pitch.
And Miller called a strike with a knuckleball.
- [Richard] There's nothing back here, Dr. Fowler.
I don't understand why we don't just drive to the airport.
- [Matt] You don't think
we'd leave your car at the airport, do you?
- [Radio Sportscaster] - Knuckleball over the inside corner
for strike two.
- [Richard] I'll get 20 years, Dr. Fowler.
I'll be 53 years old.
- That's a year younger than I am now.
- [Radio Sportscaster] Here's the pitch.
Inside. Just missed.
The crowd groans.
Didn't miss by much.
- [Richard] Where are we?
- Almost there.
(car engine rumbling)
(car door clunking)
Turn it off.
Leave the lights on.
(car door slams)
(car door clunking)
- Is this your cabin, Dr. Fowler?
- [Matt] No, it isn't.
Let's get the bags.
(insects chirping)
(car door slams)
(car door clunking)
(footsteps crunching)
- Mr. Grinnel.
- I'll get them, son.
- Wait.
You can take this.
(gun blasting)
(Richard thudding)
- Matt. (grunts)
(gun blasting) Matt.
(gun blasting) (footsteps tapping)
- [Willis] What did you do?
This isn't what we talked about.
- He, um...
He tried to run.
- We were gonna wait and take him out in the woods.
- (sighs) I couldn't wait.
- I better get the ATV.
(ATV engine rumbling)
(footsteps shuffling) (twigs cracking)
(both breathing heavily)
(twig cracking)
(mud squelching)
(both grunting) (body thuds)
(shovels scraping) (dirt clattering)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain lashing)
(dirt clattering continues)
Wait.
(twig snaps)
(shovel scraping)
Come on. We gotta go.
(thunder crashing)
(tense uneasy music)
(boat engine whirring)
(bridge creaking)
(metal clinking)
Come on. Go!
(train whistle blowing)
(pickup truck door clunking)
(pickup truck door slams)
(train rattling)
What time is it?
- It's 10 to 4:00.
We lost an hour.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
High tide.
- Can't stop people from fishing, Matt.
Fucking bridge.
- I'm sorry, Willis.
- Stopped into his little shed there once.
Place reeked.
The guy spilled more whiskey than we've ever drunk.
We'll just pray he's already three sheets to the wind.
Katie's pill will be wearing off soon.
(gentle solemn music)
(pickup truck engine whirring)
(pickup truck door slams)
(pickup truck engine revving)
(birds chirping)
(door clunking)
- Okay.
Okay.
(clothes thudding)
(water gushing) (water splashing)
(light switch clicks)
(wind gently gusting)
- Did you do it?
Are you all right, Matt?
- There was a picture of him and Natalie on the wall.
- What is it, Matt?
- The way she was smiling.
- What?
- I don't know.
- Matt.
What am I thinking?
You must be hungry.
(footsteps tapping)
(Matt sighs)
(dog faintly barking)
Matt?
Do you want coffee?
(dog faintly barking continues)
(wind gently gusting)
(Matt sighs)
(dog faintly barking continues)
(sparse solemn music)
(birds chirping)
(uneasy erratic music)
(sombre contemplative music)
(uneasy chiming erratic music)
(sombre contemplative music)
(sombre contemplative music continues)