All language subtitles for Falling.2020.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Gwen?

We're home.

- Okay.
- Is he awake?

Yeah, yeah, but he'll go
right back to sleep.

Smells like something
died inside him.

I'll change him.

There we go.

There we go.

Oh, man, that's rank.

Shut up, Willis.
He can't help it.

Will you hold onto him
for a second?

Who's my little stinker?

I'm sorry I brought you
into this world...

so you could die.

Hi. I know, I know.

I know. I know.

"Scurvy. Scurvy."

Scurvy?

Gwen?

Gwen!

Goddamn you, Gwen!

Dad, stop. Dad, Dad.

Don't touch me,
you son of a bitch.

Okay, okay. Let's go back
to your seat.

I'm going upstairs
and tell your mother...

Dad... what a little
cocksucker you are.

There is no upstairs.
Come on.

Gwen, come down here
right now!

Quiet. Dad.

- I said...
- Dad,

this is a plane,
this is a plane.

There is no upstairs.

Mom's not here.

I know it's a plane,
you miserable prick!

- Don't put your hands on me.
- Okay.

- You fucker.
- All right, all right.

I need
to take a leak.

Okay, let's do it.

No, no, Dad. This way.

Up front. There you go.

- We're sorry, ma'am.
- Where?

Dad?
No. Dad, Dad, Dad.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Sorry.
- Hello.

Oh.

Wait, Dad. Here.
Go ahead.

Too many
goddamn people.

Is he okay?

I'm sorry.

He's, he's...
He's, uh... he's fine.

He's gonna be fine.

Okay.

Son of a bitch.

You okay, Dad?

Shit.

Mallards.
Couple of blacks.

Coming around.

You wanna try?

Mmm-hmm.

Finger on the guard.

When they get here,

lift the barrel,
aim and shoot.

- Understand?
- Yes.

Here they come. Wait.

Wait.

- I got it!
- I'll be goddamned.

You hit the cocksucker!

The hell you doing? You crazy?

I got it, Daddy.

Holy mackerel. Come here.

Your mother's gonna kill me.

Where have you been? I was
worried you had an accident.

Took a while.
Had to dry him off.

Dry him off?

Oof, you,
he's frozen solid.

Give me that thing, John.

It's my duck.

He shot it.

- What do you mean, he shot it?
- I shot it.

Give me the duck,
sweetheart.

No, it's mine.

Willis,
take your boots off.

God.

You're a good swimmer.

Quack, quack!

Quack, quack!

This is ridiculous.

All right, time for bed.

- Up we go.
- Don't drop it.

Give me that thing, John.

No, no, it's mine.

I washed it.
Let me dry it, Mom.

Gwen, let him.

Not every day you shoot
your first duck.

I hit the sock-cucker.

So he's sleeping
with the duck?

Yeah.

- Sweet.
- Willis.

It's okay.
There's no harm in it.

He's got a new friend.

Well, tomorrow we're
eating his new friend.

How did he shoot it?
Did you help him?

Just took the recoil.
It was all him.

- Lucky.
- Maybe. He aimed, though.

God.

Hell of a shot.

Willis,
please be careful.

I don't want him playing with
guns. He's much too young.

He can't reach 'em.

Move over, you big oaf.
My back is killing me.

You smell good.

Ouch.

Stop, honey, stop.

No, no, I can't
do that right now.

Okay.

You're my wild man,
aren't you?

You and our little
duck murderer.

My two wild men.

I love that you took him
with you today.

And I love you.

Oh, God.

- Pu... Pull.
- You pull.

Pull, Dad.

Dad, you can't
smoke in here.

Let's let your mother sleep for
a while. It's very early.

Good idea.

Hey!

That duck is mine.

This duck is dinner.

I should be doing that, Mom.
Let me do it.

Okay.

Come over here.

All right.

Now, stand still. No jumping
around, young man.

Do a steady job
and don't make a mess.

You wanna pull hard to get the
whole feather out, root and all.

Okay?

That's it.

Can I keep a wing feather?

Yeah, sure,
one or two nice ones.

Put them in there
to dry out.

Why's everybody up?

It's Saturday.

The house doesn't
run itself, Willis.

You want pancakes?

Yes, please.

Okay.

Smells good.

How's the cooking
going, son?

It's cooking all right.

Looks like
the commies really do

have atom bombs in Cuba.

All hell's gonna break loose if
Kennedy

gives in to those bastards.

Mmm-hmm.

Mom, how do you know
when the duck's cooked?

When the red line on that
thermometer

gets up to one-four-zero.

It'll be a little while, honey.
I'll let you know.

Need a hand?

You can set the table
if you want.

Okay.

In a minute.

Willis,
take your boots off.

It's not ready yet.

Hmm.

Okay. All set.
Here we go, Dad.

Oh. Wait. I don't need
this wheelchair.

Hey, no. Sit down,
sit down. It's okay.

They just want us to use it
until we get outside. It's okay.

Fuck 'em. Wait.
Stop. Wait.

I think I left my glasses
on the... Wait.

- It's probably in your inside..
- No, no... Ah!

I said I left my glasses
on the fucking plane.

Where?

On the... In the...

Where?

The shitter.

Okay. Wait here. I'll go back to
the gate and get 'em.

I'll hold our place
in line.

No. Dad, sit down.

There is no line.
Just wait here.

We're not
in a hurry, okay?

You know what?
Just watch our stuff.

I'll be right back.

John, John. John, come here,
come here!

What?

The air here smells
like rotten eggs.

Yeah, maybe it does.
You'll get used to it.

I'll be back
in a minute.

What?

Please do not
leave your luggage unattended.

Unattended bags will be
removed and destroyed.

How'd he get there?

Taxi? Of course he did.

Jesus Christ.
Can you believe it?

All right, I'll let the cops
know we found him

and I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Give him a drink if he
wants one and, uh...

But don't be
late for work, though.

He can take care
of himself.

Yeah.

No, you're right.
He can't.

But as soon as I get there,
you can take off.

What?

I am calm.

Hey, where the hell
are you going?

Sorry, Willis, but I have a
night shift at the hospital.

Oh.

- Thanks for staying with him.
- No problem.

There's some fresh
lasagna if you

guys want a
late-night snack.

Just heat it up
in the oven.

Thanks.

You left your backpack.

Good thing I spotted it.
Could have been stolen.

Airports and train stations,
they're full

of scumbags these days.

- Thank you, Dad.
- I gotta go.

Bye, guys. See you in the
morning, Willis.

Mr. Peterson.

Right. Bye, Mr. Peterson.

Where's your daughter?

She's sleeping.

- Oh.
- Come on, let's go inside.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Where's her mother?

Eric and I
are her mother.

I know. Hmm.

You hungry?

I could eat.

Why didn't you wait in the
wheelchair like I asked you to?

Does your mother know
about this guy?

Dad, I was worried something had
happened to you.

The police were looking
all over,

calling your name on the airport
PA system. Ridiculous.

What does your daughter
think of this guy?

Monica loves Eric.

Loves him? Really?

Very much.

What kind of doctor
is your boyfriend?

He's my husband.

He's not a doctor.
He's a nurse. You know that.

What do you want to drink?
We got water, soda, juice.

No, no, no.

I'm gonna take
an almighty crap.

Outstanding.
This way.

Hmm.

Do I have my own bed?

Same one as always.

Where's the can?

Just in time.

Ah.

Oh.

What you are doing, Johnny?

It's okay.
Don't worry about it.

Could happen to anybody.
We've all peed in our sleep.

Your father used
to shit the bed,

and that's a lot worse
than wetting it.

Dad, I asked you not to talk
about it anymore.

Monica, that's enough please.

Hey.

What do you mean,
shit the bed?

He was afraid that there was a
monster living under his bed,

so he wouldn't get up when he
had to go to the bathroom.

A critter
with sharp nails.

Did you poop in your bed, Daddy?

I was afraid.

I was scared
of the dark,

and probably a little sick
to my stomach that night.

Who are you kidding, boy?

He shit the bed on a regular
basis that whole winter.

What was that monster's name?
Was it Martin?

- Mervin?
- Mortimer.

Mortimer!

He'd use his claws to scratch
under the mattresses

and attack children,

and eat cats
and dogs too, right?

Right. It was just a scary story
I heard at school.

Anyway, there was
no talking you out of it.

We ended up putting his mattress
on the floor

so that no monsters
could get up under it.

Wow. Mortimer. You never told me
that one.

- Sounds pretty scary.
- It was.

I'm never gonna
shit the bed.

Okay, that's enough.
Really.

We all wet the bed.

It's no big deal.

It can happen to anybody,
and I bet you will do it again.

I'll try not to.

Dad, stop.

She's fine.
Leave her alone.

I threw up in bed once when I
was about your age.

Oh, God.

After seeing Hansel and Gretel
on TV.

It spooked
the hell out of me.

And when the witch snuck up on
Hansel and grabbed him...

I woke up thinking
it was me.

I completely lost it.

I puked all over myself.

What part of Japan
are you from?

Nagasaki, is it?

I'm not from Japan, Willis.

I could have swore
you were.

What am I, Monica?

He's Chinese, and Hawaiian
on his mom's side.

See?

Ah, Jesus.

Dad, you ask the same dumb
question

every time you come here.

Hey, how come you're not
in school today, missy?

I got to stay home
and be with you today.

- How's work?
- Oh, that's nice.

Fine.

I wanna tell you something.

When a guy my age thinks he has
to pee, he already did.

Oh, God. I'm going to bed.

- Good night.
- Good night.

What?

Something I said?

Here we go.

Oh, it's chocolate!

Okay.

Make a wish.

Good.

Hey, sweetie...

Hey, honey, could you maybe
put out your cigarette

and give me a hand?

Why?

Never mind.
Who wants cake?

Johnny, you get
the first piece.

It's my house.

What?

Please don't do this now.

Do what?

So now I can't relax and have
a smoke in my own home.

Fuck this. Bullshit.

Who wants cake?

- I do.
- I do!

Okay.
Here we go.

- Yeah, me, too.
- You want a big piece?

- Who wants a big piece?
- I want a bigger piece!

I want one, Mummy.

Hear that?

Mmm-hmm.

Two hearts.

Me and the watch.

I know.

Hmm.

Aren't you going
to bed, Dad?

You have any booze
in the house?

A little.

Thought you quit.

Well, it's for guests.

Like Eric?

For anyone who wants it.

Anyone who wants it.
Except you.

Except me.

What's your pleasure?

Whisky, if you got it.

Sure.

Since when do you
like whisky?

I don't really,
but I'd like some now.

Unless you're saving it
for some special occasion.

No.

Thanks.

Thought you were more
of a beer drinker.

Not anymore.
It makes me fart too much.

Join me?

In spirit.

Oh. Good one.

Dad.

What?

We can go sit outside
if you wanna smoke.

I'm good here.

Eric and I don't allow
smoking in the house.

Happy now?

Yeah.

You seem well rested after your
nap this afternoon.

Sharper.

- Does that always help?
- Help what?

Your mood.
Your memory. Sleeping.

Naps are good.
You should try one sometime.

Maybe you're right.

You never took naps
as a baby.

Pain in the ass.

Yeah.

You voted
for that Negro, huh?

I take it you went
with McCain.

No comparison.
He's an American hero.

He certainly is.

Oh.

Did they know you were a fag
in the army?

Air Force.

Did they know?

I didn't really
know it myself.

Maybe that's a good thing.

So, tomorrow...

Lots of fairies seem to be
working in the airline business.

Mostly, uh,
the stewardess guys

more than the pilots,
I guess.

If we leave by 10:00,

we'll get to the Valley in time
for the first appointment.

Even 10:15 would work.
Okay?

What appointment?

To see the first
of the houses you liked.

Huh.

The nice white one
with the picket fence?

Shouldn't take long.

On Monday, we have
your check-up with Dr Klausner.

And other than that, we can just
take it easy for a few days,

see if any other interesting
properties come up.

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

What houses?

The reason you came out
to California,

to look for a place.

I'm fine where I am.

I don't need
to look for a house

in this godforsaken
shithole.

Okay, but...

California is for cocksuckers
and flag burners.

You asked me
to come get you.

Remember?

You said you couldn't handle
the farm anymore.

The long winters,
living all alone there.

I would never say that.

You did, Dad!

You said you wanted
to come live near me and Sarah.

As long as it has
a garden, you said.

Why isn't your sister here?

Is she out wasting money
on women's crap

with your mother again?

It's a school night,
for Christ's sake.

Sarah lives in Ventura
with her family.

She's coming for dinner
on Sunday.

Day after tomorrow.

I know what
you're trying to do.

Just because you hate
your family and our home

doesn't mean I have to.

Jesus Christ.

What?

Nothing.

How about a glass of water to
chase down the whisky, Dad?

Huh.

What day is it today?

It's Friday night.

Why?

Friday night.

Every halfway decent-looking
female ass that goes by,

I wonder what it'd be like
to get up in it.

Even the fat ones.

Especially the fat ones.

I ask myself, "What would
it be like to fuck that?"

Does that happen to you?

No.

Oh, right.
You don't like pussy.

So, when you
and your boyfriend

are doing whatever the hell
it is you do together,

do you imagine other cocks

and balls and buttholes...

He's my husband,
not my boyfriend.

And I'm not comfortable talking
with you about my sex life.

Why not?

I just told you
what I think about.

I'll bet you imagine
sucking all kinds of dick.

If I was a fag,

I guess I'd probably

be dreaming about
blowing the mailman,

instead of wondering
if he was fucking my wife.

Anyhow...

Mmm.

Not yet, Willis.

We'll wait till the taxi gets here. It's cold.

Your mom will take you
to school this week.

But I'll see you soon.

Maybe this weekend.

Okay, Daddy.

Willis.

Or maybe the week after.

You know you're my girl,
don't you?

Yes, Daddy.

We have to go.

Okay, watch out.
It's slippery.

You all right, Sarah?

I know what you're up to.

You've cooked this whole thing
up with your sister.

You wanna take advantage

because you think
I've lost my marbles.

But I didn't!

The bank's closed now,

but I'll straighten this whole
mess out in the morning.

It will be
a cold day in hell

when I let you pull the wool
over your mother's eyes.

Who do you think
paid for this house anyway?

Are you finished?

Oh.

Willis.

Your mother warned me
last night.

Dad. You know
Mom's not here.

You know that, right?

I'm not blind,
Little Bo-Peep.

"Little Bo-Peep"?

Nice one.

Every once in a while
you still surprise me.

What's the matter?

They take away your wings?

What?

When they found out you weren't
quite the manly man

they thought they hired.

And now you're just
another housewife

looking for a handout.

I took
my vacation this week

so you could come out here
to look at houses.

So they still let you fly?

Yeah. I have
a week off from work.

Yeah, you can run,
but you can't hide.

They're operating
a business, son.

These executive types
can't fuck around

with weak links
in the chain of command.

Being a fairy outweighs

whatever you think you've done
to serve your country.

Face facts.

I promised myself I was not
gonna rise to the bait

and get into
another big blowout.

I'm trying
to help you, Dad.

You can attack me
all you want,

but I am not gonna engage with
you on that level anymore.

Good night.

Son.

You don't seem like a fag.

Are you sure?

Wake up, sleepy heads.
Time for breakfast.

Johnny, get up. Let's go.

- It's too early.
- Time's a-wasting.

Grab your toothbrush
and clothes.

Let's go, let's go!

Come on.

What's the matter?

Thought you guys
loved waffles.

Mom's are better.

Yeah, a lot better.

Well, your mom and her kitchen
ain't here this morning.

Mom's waffles are homemade.

Mom has real maple syrup.

You can look at
what else they got,

but that's all you get
till we stop for lunch.

Tomorrow can we sleep
in a room like you guys?

- More coffee, honey?
- Sure. Thanks, Jill.

Mmm-hmm.

What's wrong with you two?

I thought you liked camping.

In a parking lot?

Can we call Mom
before we leave?

You called her yesterday.

- But she didn't answer.
- Is that my fault?

I'll get a postcard. You can
both write something on it.

She'd like that.

Okay, but why can't
we call her, too?

Christ Almighty.

Stop crying.

Stop.

Let's go.

Come on, kids.
Let's go.

You could do that,
couldn't you, Monica?

She was his muse
for a long time. Right?

Mostly in the 1930s.

She was the inspiration
for Weeping Woman,

and supposedly in part for his
famous big painting Guernica.

- Hmm.
- What's a muse?

It's, uh, someone
who helps you dream,

who gives you
beautiful thoughts

so you can make beautiful
things.

Hmm.

A girlfriend that gets you up
in the morning.

Hmm.

This one looks like
a car wreck, though.

Huh. She was Croatian.
I always thought she was Polish.

No, born in France,
Croatian parents, I think.

Once a Polack,
always a Polack. Trust me.

Why does she have four eyes?

Your mother loved this shit.

That's the artist's
imagination.

She went with her girlfriends
twice a week to an art class

run by some big queen
over in Utica.

You didn't let her do that
for too long.

A hundred fucking mile
round trip.

She knew how
to draw just fine.

She didn't need some homo
to show her how to do it.

Hey, you know that painting
of the farm by your bed

is done
by your Grandma Gwen?

Did you reschedule
the realty appointment?

You told me to cancel.

That wasn't the question,
smart-ass.

Well, I just canceled
this morning.

We can reschedule
if you want.

- We should.
- I just got here.

I mean, let me get my bearings,
for Christ's sake.

It was nice sleeping in
for a change.

And now we're doing
something fun

and informational
or educational,

instead of running around like
chickens with our heads cut off.

Right, Monica?
Are you having fun, baby?

I guess so.

This Picasso fellow.

Nice.

He may have been
a commie greaseball

that painted
like a retard,

but I'll bet he had his pick
of all the foreign pussy.

Women love
this artsy crap.

Hmm.

- Who's hungry?
- Me.

Hmm.

If you're serious
about trying again,

I can call the realtor and see
if we can make

an appointment for Monday.

What's wrong
with tomorrow?

It's Sunday.

Sarah's coming over
with the kids. Remember?

Let's shoot
for Monday morning.

Monday, sure.

Whatever floats
your boat, son.

It's not about making me happy.
It's what you want...

I wanna help Grandpa
find his new house, too.

You got school, honey.

You already missed Friday and

I'm taking you to soccer
practice after.

You gonna be alone
with Monica?

What are you driving at, Dad?

What do you mean?

About Eric being alone
with Monica?

Leave it, John.

I'll have
the chicken satay,

pad Thai,
pineapple fried rice,

and a Thai iced tea
with two straws, please.

That's way
too much food, sweetie.

Let her order
what she wants. I'm buying.

But that's enough to feed
all of us, Mr. Peterson.

Willis. How many times
do I have to tell you?

Willis, it really is
a lot of food.

Either the pad Thai
or the...

Stop picking on the kid.

Shut up, Dad. Jesus.

She's our daughter.

And my granddaughter.

I'll have
the pad Thai, then.

You can share
my iced tea, Grandpa.

- It's really good.
- Thanks, pal.

Why don't we all
have Patty Tie?

Whatever the hell
that is. What...

Chicken and noodles
and shrimp and stuff.

You sold me.

I think I'll have the shrimp and
crab curry special, please,

and a coconut water.

I'm gonna have what
my granddaughter's having.

Um, I'll just share
some of his. Okay?

I'm not
that hungry, Poom.

And I'll just
have water.

- Thanks.
- Thanks, Poom.

Ready to order, sir?

We'll all have
the meatloaf special.

Coke okay, kids?

I don't want meatloaf.

I want
a cheeseburger, please.

Oh, it's just gonna screw up
the whole works.

Why you always
have to be different?

Bring us four meatloafs,
two Cokes

and two Gennie Creams
for me and the wife.

No.

Do we all have to have
the same thing, honey?

Stay out of it.

Johnny, wait.

John!

Willis.

Whoa.

When Grandma died,
did she say something special?

When she was dying.

What'd she say?

We can talk
about that some other...

What did Grandma Gwen
say, Grandpa?

What did she say?

When she was dying.

I haven't
the foggiest idea.

We don't know, sweetie.

Sometimes people
can't talk,

or can't think
of anything to say

in their last moments.

Words aren't the most important
thing most of the time anyway.

You don't know what
Grandma Gwen said, Grandpa?

Did you forget
because you're too old?

We weren't there.

Excuse me, ladies...

and... ladies.

I've gotta pinch a loaf.

The bathroom's in the back.
I'll show you.

No, no.
I know the way.

- He knows the way.
- Yeah, don't worry.

Whores.

What are you going
to say, Papi? (Daddy.)

I don't know.

You never know until you get
there, honey.

That's what
you're gonna say?

Actually, that's
a pretty good one.

You never know until you get
there, honey.

Hi, Grandpa.

Hello, mister.

You gonna go
pinch a loaf?

No.

Oh.

Hey,
look at my crooked head.

I'm Picasso.

It's hot enough to melt
the balls off a brass monkey.

Heard you went
swimming, Daddy.

Hell, no.

You got your toes wet,
though, didn't you? Hmm?

Yeah.

First time
in the Pacific Ocean?

I don't need to catch the AIDS
at this point in my life.

You can get the AIDS
from swimming?

It's just AIDS.
Not "the" AIDS.

Good thing Monica
guessed where he was.

Police were pretty nice
about it,

considering we wasted
a few hours of their time.

And no, Paula, you do not
get AIDS from swimming.

We could go
to the movies.

I could take the kids so you
guys can

hang out here with
your father, John.

Can't you guys just sit still
for a minute?

You'd think the world
was ending.

How was your trip
out here, Daddy?

I heard there was a lot
of snow in Chicago.

Chicago?
I don't live in Chicago.

The connection
was pretty tight,

but they held the plane for some
people coming in from Atlanta.

We're glad you made it.
We've missed you, Daddy.

I'm sorry we couldn't
get to the farm for Christmas.

No. Christmas is
meaningless anymore.

It's all jingle
and no bells.

"All jingle and no bells"?
That's wonderful.

Not sure what it means,
but it's genius!

Ah!

Your mother took care
of her parents right to the end.

She was a goddamn saint.

Spent a whole year
with them.

The kids were gone, so she went
to help the old folks,

while I kept
the farm going by myself.

You mean when Jill took care
of Grandma and Grandpa.

You weren't alone, Daddy.
I was still there.

I cooked and cleaned
for us, remember?

It was the same year
that John

graduated from
the Air Force Academy

and got stationed
in Germany.

That's right.

We spent Christmas
at Grandpa's farm that year,

'cause Jill was
taking care of them.

They loved her like she was
their own daughter.

Big snowstorm.

Took you forever to get to
Boonville in the old Chevy, Dad.

The asshole
of the world.

Daddy! Daddy,
you were born there!

Boonville is
the ugliest town

in New York State.

Yeah.
It was a little sad.

Grandma was already
pretty sick by then,

but we had
a nice, quiet Christmas.

You skated the whole time
we were there, on their pond.

I forgot my skates at home,

and Daddy,
he went into Boonville

and he bought me
a new pair.

Stop talking
about that place.

Oh, my God.
Those huge skates.

Boys' hockey skates.

They were way too big.

The only size they had.

I had to wear
three pairs of socks

just so they wouldn't
wobble on me.

And, Daddy, you wouldn't
even let me try them on.

You just went ahead
and bought them.

Supposed to be
a fucking surprise.

No, I know.

I'm just teasing.

It was a great present.
Thank you.

Cost me an arm and a leg,
as I recall.

You were happy,
though.

You were obsessed
with that guy, uh, Hansen,

who won all those medals
in the speed skating.

Heiden.

Eric Heiden.

Five gold medals
at the Olympics.

He was a god.

That gold pantsuit he wore
didn't hurt, either.

Does that rivet you have
stuck in your face

bother you when you pick
your nose, Paula?

It's called a piercing,

and, no,
it doesn't bother me.

Is it a dumbass fashion thing
or a dyke thing?

Can't it be both?

Holy mackerel.

We've talked
about this, Daddy.

When?

Last summer, at the farm,
after Jill's funeral.

- Paula has our blessing.
- What funeral?

Anyway, she's too young
and it looks like shit.

Now she's scarred
for life

and she'll have
to marry a circus freak.

Grandpa, why do you always
have to start trouble

when we get together?

Why do you
dye your hair blue?

You planning
on being a homo?

Daddy, please!

Hmm.

If your grandmother saw
what's going on around here,

she'd be horrified.

You horrified her.

Which grandma
are you talking about now?

Grandma Gwen.

She married Grandpa Michael to
get away from this pork-hole.

That twerp
isn't a real grandfather.

He's the man your whore
grandmother sleeps with now.

Grandma Gwen is dead.

So is Grandpa Michael.

Who cares?

My father was
a son of a bitch.

Guess you're a chip
off the old block, then.

Not helpful.

Your real name
is not Will.

It's Willis, after me.

- Or isn't...
- You treat my mom like crap.

You treat everyone
like crap.

I don't care what you think
or what happens to you,

you dick.

Mmm.

Now you got me scared,
twinkle toes.

Fuck you.

Monica, let's go take a nap.

There's too many
grandpas and

grandmas and whores.

- Monica.
- Vamos. (Let’s go.)

I never know who you guys
are talking about.

- Let's go.
- Okay, enough.

Nobody explains anything to me.

Jesus, Dad.

Will loves you, Daddy.

Daddy?

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

You look like
a goddamn girl.

Getting a haircut
today, mister?

I don't want
a fucking haircut.

Motherfucker!

You little shit.

I, I...

I have Jill's photo albums

that you were
asking about last summer.

They're in the car.

I mean, you could put them
in the new house

when you move in.

Might be nice
for... for us to

go through them together.

Yeah, we should, Dad.
They're...

they're incredible.

She did an amazing job.

She took pictures

of every place we went.

She wrote our names
under each one,

the dates
and everything,

the names of the dogs,
the cats,

all the horses, everything.

Like I said,
she's a fucking saint.

She talked
about you constantly

at the end.

Said she loved you
over and over.

A little late for that.

You know what my father said to
me when I was seven years old?

He said, "Go fuck yourself
with a broken beer bottle."

Do you still
have Bree?

How many horses
are there now?

There are five, right?

Three.

Bree's still going strong.

Her girlfriend, Starlight, gave
out.

We had to put her down
in the spring.

Oh, that's too bad.

- Yeah.
- I liked Starlight.

Stupid name.
A stripper name.

Good horse.

Not as good
as Bree, though.

Bree's always
been too fat.

Fatter than
a tick in June.

And she pulls
to the right

like a drunken sailor.

But your mother
just had to have that one.

Jill, you mean.

She was
quite the horsewoman,

I'll give her that.

She could ride a snake on fire.

And I don't know
why she wanted

that lard-ass nag.

Why... why didn't

Jill take Bree with her
when you two split up?

I bought the animal.

It's mine.

Eats for two and cribs like
a fucking beaver.

Huh.

Doesn't matter what you paint
the rails

or the stall door with,

she gobbles wood
like it was sugar.

She was
always very affectionate.

She used to follow
Jill around like a puppy.

A little lazy when it came
to being ridden, I guess.

Your mother spoiled her.

Gave her enough apples
to open a goddamn cider mill.

Jill.

Whore.

Hey, Paula...

you wanna see what's playing
at the movies?

Come on, I got the Sunday paper.
Let's go look it up.

Got my phone right here.
I can check for you.

Maybe, uh, inside?

I'm not afraid of Grandpa.

Hmm. All right.

Not Gwen.

The other tramp.

She thought I didn't see
what she was doing.

I heard her talking
in the hallway.

She used to put
the radio on real loud,

so I wouldn't know she was on
the phone with him,

like a teenage slut.

She hated me,
like you all do.

Itching like
a bitch in heat.

Rubbing up
against anything that moved.

Always going to the store
for something.

Sneaking around.

I smelled it on her.

Everyone knew
about it.

Mmm.

Boy, he really does have a green
thumb

The garden
looks amazing.

This backyard used to be
a vacant lot.

It was all
weeds and sand.

Now, look at it.

I wish he'd come
and fix our yard.

Put in a rose garden
or something.

Huh.

Mmm.

Tom says hi,
by the way.

Said he was sorry
he couldn't make it today.

He's, um...

he's helping his brother
paint his house.

Oh.

It was so humid.

Hotter than hell,
even at midnight.

That's the only time

I remember sweating

while I looked
at a full moon.

Except when we
fucked that time by Peck Lake.

Remember?

Never heard so many
ducks in my life.

Deafening.

He's sundowning.

What?

Nothing, Daddy.

Women are like fish.
They just keep swimming.

I caught her
red-fucking-handed.

That was it. One time

and out she went.

I was just waiting to catch
the bitch in the act,

so I could
throw her ass out.

If you do move back here,

I'm sure you could
sell the farm.

Land prices have gone back up
a little, right?

It's... it's drier
and a lot hotter

out here in the summers,
but the horses would

- get used to it, and maybe...
- Mmm.

...maybe Tom and I could trailer
the horses across the country.

Or John, maybe.

Who's feeding them
right now?

Danny?

Another goddamn
freeloader.

I've always liked him.

Danny Ward's the only fag
in the whole county,

and she picks him.

The only fag
except for your brother,

of course, and, now,
your son, too, looks like.

Your mother was a whore
fag-breeder, apparently.

Five years ago,

he had approximately four inches
removed from his colon?

Uh, almost
six years, actually.

Lot of good
that did.

Can't even get to
half-mast anymore.

And when was the last time
you were examined?

Examined?

You might as well
cut the damn thing off,

for all the good
it does me now!

Not since then.

Mmm, mmm.

Has he had a colonoscopy
since the operation?

- No.
- Mmm. Yeah.

Um, if I could ask you,
please, Mr. Peterson,

to lie on your side,
facing away from me.

Lie down on your side.

Roll over.

Facing away from me.
That's very good.

Thank you.

Christ.

Please relax, sir.

I'm going to check your
prostate. Strictly routine.

For you, maybe.

Don't let my son get
anywhere near my asshole.

He's liable
to get excited.

Now, Mr. Peterson,
I'm gonna do a little probing.

It will be slightly
uncomfortable,

but it won't take long.

Just the finger, please.

I'm too old
for any real action.

Breathe easy.
Just relax.

Easy for you
to say.

- Hmm.
- Find anything you like?

Not yet.

Maybe you
should try my son's.

There's probably a party
going on in there.

There is
a little swelling.

It's nothing
personal, Doc.

You may sit up now
and get dressed.

How long will your father
be visiting?

About a week.

Maybe a little longer.

No, I'm not.

We should get his

colonoscopy done as soon as
possible.

Yeah.

Just a moment.

I'm gonna check
my schedule,

and I'll see if we can
fit you in this week.

I'll be right back.

I'll be goddamned
if I'm gonna let them

poke around
in there again.

Last time,
they almost killed me.

You need to do it, Dad.

It's important.

Not here.

I'm not letting some California
fairy up my ass.

What the fuck
are you doing in here?

Dad. Dad,
Eric's trying to help.

Son, I really
don't need your help!

Stop trying
to run the show!

Did you pick the color?

The color of what?

This rice-burning
piece of shit.

Put your seat belt on.

It itches.

Oh, fuck.

Dad, I get a fine if you smoke
in the rental.

Pussy.

Ah. Mmm.

Mmm. Beautiful.

Glad to be back
in the North Country?

Mmm.

So, if things keep progressing
the way we hope they will,

you can go home
day after tomorrow.

Two more nights
in this joint.

Let's see if you can digest a
little solid food in the morning

and have
a successful movement.

Shit.

Exactly.

And I'll check in on you
after your breakfast,

see how you manage
some cereal.

Did you get all the cancer
out of there?

I believe so,
Mr. Peterson.

Now, please try

to not shift your body position
too aggressively,

'cause I don't wanna have to go
back in there

and redo those staples.

I hate
this goddamn place.

The sooner we can get your
system up and runnin'...

...the sooner
you go home.

You're a warrior,
Mr. Peterson.

I'm a Viking.

Of course.

I'm a fucking Viking!

Yes. Well,

you just gotta
slow down a little,

so we mere mortals
can keep up with you.

- Come here, come here.
- Mmm-hmm.

Come here a second.

You know, your nurses,

you need younger nurses.

These old hags that you've got
running this place

- are ruining the view...
- Mmm-hmm.

...and they never come
when you call 'em.

I'll see
what I can do.

I hope so.

Come here. Wait.

Do you know first-hand

if any of them
are actual prostitutes?

I'll see you
in the morning.

Huh.

Try some
of your broccoli, Dad.

It'll clean you out,

help your digestion
work better.

I don't like broccoli.

And this chicken
tastes like cardboard.

Have a sip of water.

Water's where fish shit.

You have to get used to eating
less grease and processed foods.

I'd rather eat what I like
and die happy

instead of living
like a pansy slave.

How about a little more
olive oil?

I'm afraid I can't let
you have any more salt,

but oil's okay.

Or... or how about
a pinch of pepper?

You've done enough damage
as it is.

We'll figure out a healthy,
but tasty way to eat.

Believe me, it's a learning
experience for me, too.

Yeah. You need to
go back to California.

Well, we'll...
we'll go back

as soon as you've
healed sufficiently.

Looks good.

A lot less redness.

Staples come out in five days
and then maybe we can leave.

You need to go back
to California.

Aw, this looks like a hippy
graveyard in here.

I'm gonna make a couple of
fried eggs. You want one?

No, thanks.

You really shouldn't have fried
anything right now, Dad.

And where's
my fucking butter?

No butter.

Oil is what
you're allowed.

Allowed?

Dad, Jesus.

Now, you listen to me,

you know-it-all little shit.

This is my
goddamn house,

and I will do as I please.

If you don't like it,

then you can go back
to your boyfriend

and eat all the salads
and nuts

and berries
that you want.

If you wanna
live on rabbits' food,

that's your business.

But I will not put up with this
for one more minute.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

Yes.

Son of a bitch!

I'm going to bed.

You better
marry that girl, Matt.

Yeah, I think, I...

When are you gonna stop
telling people what to do?

Right now.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Honey, I don't mind
the radio being on,

but could it be
a little quieter?

Mmm.

I didn't mean
turn it all the way off.

It doesn't taste
like chicken.

No. Did you think
it would?

Kind of.

Do you like it?

I think so.

How can it go
to heaven if we eat it?

To heaven?

It already went.

But that's silly, Mom.
It's right there.

Lucky it's a young one.

Old ducks are tougher,

a lot gamier.

- Gamier?
- Yeah. Strong tasting.

This one's tender.

- Mmm, tender.
- Mmm.

It also helps
to soak it in milk

before you cook it,

like we did all afternoon,
right, Johnny?

Chew carefully...

in case you
come across any shot.

It'll crack a tooth.

I didn't even
find any yet.

What if I swallow one
by mistake?

Don't.

I'll be done in a minute. Why
don't you go in and rest?

- Stop looking at me.
- Mmm.

Excuse me.

Go easy with that stuff.
It's expensive as hell.

It's what it's for.

You got enough money
to last you another lifetime.

I don't think you have
to hoard your salt.

- I already fed 'em.
- How much?

A flake and a half each.

I said I already
fed 'em, Dad.

Doctor said you should take it
easy. You shouldn't be...

I'm gonna take a look
at my horses.

Do you mind?

Hey, Bree.

Come on, girl.

There you go.

Come on.

Go on. There you go.

There you go.

Oh.

Guess you're not worried
about the price of hay.

Come on.

It's okay.

I put the horses
back in the barn.

I'm gonna makesome coffee.
You want some?

Seen any good bucks
out there lately?

Mmm.

Last week.

Nice eight-pointer.

Shit.

Danny-fucking-Ward,
right on time,

always nosing around.

Huh.

Lucky he keeps
your driveway clear.

Mows your lawn
once in a while

in the summer, too,
doesn't he?

And rakes the leaves
in the fall.

How much
do you pay him?

Guilty conscience,
that's what that's about.

- So you don't pay him.
- No.

He's just trying to make up
for stealing my slut wife.

Maybe he's just
trying to help.

You don't know
the first thing about it.

He wants my farm.

He's always wanted it,

but he's not getting it.

The man is lower
than dog shit.

Always moping around

and sucking up
to everyone.

The worst mistake
she ever made

was going with that bullshit artist.

What?

Nothing.

Don't be a coward, son.

Speak your mind.

Loser.

Next thing, you know,
him and that bitch

are gonna try
to weasel their way

into my house for dinner.

Not gonna happen!

The man's a piece of shit,

and he's rubbing
my nose in it.

He only had
a few years with Jill.

He loved her and he made her
happy. What's wrong with that?

Whose side are you on?

Oh, Jesus.

You know where
the door is, my friend.

You are such
an asshole.

And you're a fucking pansy.

I don't even
know you, boy.

You think you can do
and say whatever you want,

and we'll always
forgive and forget,

- but someday...
- I don't give a rat's ass

what you think.

Your mother's not welcome
in this house,

and neither are you.

Yeah, well, she's dead.

I don't care
what lies she's been...

She's dead!

- And Jill's dead, too!
- No, no! Enough. Enough.

Help.
Help me up, please.

Hey.

Christ, Dad. You all right?

- Sit down.
- Son of a bitch!

- What the fuck?
- No!

Get the fuck
away from me!

- You all right?
- Oh, God.

You always take her side.

You and your sister

never gave me
the benefit of the doubt.

Never look at me
the way you look at her.

Always sucking up
to your mommy,

like a couple
of spoiled brats.

I don't want her
coming near this place.

She was out there
last night,

prowling around,

and I told her,

I killed her fucking horse

and burned all her letters,

burned all her letters!

Gwen, I fucked
your fat nag,

and then I put a bullet

in her ugly
fucking head.

- Jill!
- No!

Her name was Jill!

Bree is Jill's horse!

You don't know one person
from another.

You don't know who's alive
and who's dead.

Enough.

You don't even know what
fucking day it is!

You can't remember anything!

You can't hear.

You don't listen
to anyone anyway.

You won't accept
any help.

You're never happy!

Nothing ever makes
you happy.

Everyone's an asshole
or a whore!

Or a fag!

You're scared to death.

- No.
- You're afraid to live

and you're afraid
to fucking die!

You feeling like
a big man now?

You never said
the words

"I'm sorry"
or "I love you."

I've never heard
those words from you.

It goes without saying.

No, it fucking doesn't!

Never in your life did you ever
say you were sorry!

Never, never, fucking never!

You're the fucking coward!

When Mom lay dying
in the hospital,

you never even went
to see her.

Not once!

You chicken-shit,
pathetic, bigoted old man!

Let's call the bitch
and find out

- who's the fag around here.
- She's dead!

- A fucking...
- Mom is...

A dirty, rotten whore!

Then she's a dirty,
rotten dead whore!

This is my house!

- And you're gonna die in it!
- No!

- Alone and miserable.
- Stop!

This is my house!

Stop! Stop!

She is sucking
on that loser's needle dick.

Willis.

- Kill me, then.
- Willis.

Just kill me,
you fucking cocksucker!

Stop it!

Willis, stop it.

Gwen!

Gwen...

- Dad, stop.
- Gwen...

Willis.

Gwen.

Dad, please.

Willis.

It's all right, Willis.

Dad...

It's okay. It's okay.

No, no, no, no.

She must have
stalled out in the intersection.

Truck driver tried
to veer,

but he wouldn't have
seen her in time

coming out of that curve.

Where's Gwen now?

At the hospital.

She's in
critical condition,

but they said
she's conscious.

Was she alone?

Michael White was
in the passenger seat,

took the brunt of it.

He was also taken
to the hospital,

but he didn't make it.

Michael fucking White.

I knew it.

- He's dead?
- Afraid so.

Passed away from his injuries
in the ambulance.

Good.

Will you be picking up
your daughter at school, sir?

I understand your ex-wife
has custody,

but you're the father.

Would you like us
to get her,

so you can go
to the hospital?

No, I won't be
going there.

Sarah know?

No, sir.
I came straight here

from the scene
of the accident.

I'll go pick
her up, Jeremy.

Yes, sir.

- Morning.
- Ah.

Jesus H. Christ.

You taking
a bath, son?

Oh, fuck! I forgot.

Fucking hell.

Pain in the ass.

Shit. Shit.

I'm a fucking idiot!

Oh...

Can't believe I did that again
after all these years.

I was reading while the tub
was filling up,

and I came down to get...

Yeah, your mother
did that all the time.

I should have put
an overflow drain

on that years ago,

and fixed
the fucking ceiling.

Yeah.

Hmm, I made a fresh pot.

Thanks.

I don't think
it's that bad.

There wasn't that much water
on the floor up there.

Enough, apparently.

Yeah. Sorry.

I'll pay for it,
whatever the...

whatever it costs.

No, no, stop.

Another cup?

No.

Hmm. I can see why

you wanna
stay here, Dad.

It's a beautiful place.

Uh-huh.

I asked
Danny Ward's sister to...

check in
on you more often.

She told me she comes
to clean every two weeks.

Now she could come
every few days maybe.

You know,
get your groceries,

make sure your prescriptions
are filled,

do your laundry.

All that stuff.

Whatever you need her
to do.

Is that okay?

You need to go back
to California.

I know.

I just wanna make sure
you have a little help here.

It's all taken care of. You
don't have to worry about it.

She'll just come
and lend you a hand.

All right?

What's a slang word
for "overactive"?

It's five letters.

The second one
might be a "Y."

Hmm?

How many letters?

Five.

Hyper?

Huh?

That works.

Grandpa forgot
his watch.

He gave it to me.

Really?

Wow.

Lucky girl.

That was really nice
of him, wasn't it?

Yeah. We're friends.

You sure are.

Hmm.

You okay?

Yeah.

Baby.

Get off me,
you fat bitch.

No.

I'm so happy.