All language subtitles for Love.Is.Love.Is.Love.2020.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG-English

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

- How you doin'?
- Good, good. You?

I'm great.

You almost ready?

Almost, I just have shoes

and earrings.

Hey, would you wear that suit?

The one we had made in London.

I'm wearing it.

Remember that
great little hotel?

I do.
Where you surprised me

with the silk lingerie
for my birthday.

Mmm... Rocky.

Say hi.

Hi...

Hello, Rocky.

- He misses you.
- I miss him.

Hey, do me a favor,
wear those red strappy shoes

so I can see your feet.

The ones I almost broke
my back in?

I'd love to get you
on your back right now.

You...

Shoes coming up.

Ooh, look at that.

Wow, that's nice.

- Red shoes.
- Oh, boy.

Red shoes.

Oh, boy.

Oh... you're killing me.

You're killing me
right now.

You don't wear those shoes
for anyone else, do you?

Never you mind.

Hey, it's Saturday night,
let's do something special.

Where should we go?

What do you feel like?

I don't know.

Maybe... something European.

How about
the little French place?

- Let's go. Let's do it.
- Okay.

I'll see you there.

Don't start
without me.

Thank you.

Bonsoir,
madame, and welcome.

How are you?
Been a while, hey.

Doing very well.

May I bring you a Bombay
gin martini, very cold?

Oh, sounds prefect, thanks.

Oh, remind me,
what's the wifi password?

French75.

Gotcha.

Jack?

Is this seat taken, madam?

There you are.

How's the connection,
alright?

It's fine.

We're making a movie

in Whitefish, Montana,
don't forget,

so the closest thing to French
around here is the mustard.

No, not even that.

Oh, well...

Amazing.

Did you get a haircut?

You look great
in that suit.

You trying to make
all the women to drool?

The only women
drooling around here

have their A.A.R.P. cards.

But you love older women.

You, babe.

You, you get better...

and better.

- Hello, sir.
- Hello.

Can I get you
a drink?

Should we start
with our usual?

Get a martini, please.

Bombay gin...
very, very cold.

Comin' right up.

Mine's already
on the way.

What do you feel like?

I think...

I will have
the filet of sole almondine

with wilted spinach.

That sounds like
girl food to me.

- Your martini, madame.
- Thank you.

Then I'm gonna get
the New York steak,

"rare but not cold."

And a side of spinach.

We can eat
our vitamins together.

Now, how's that for intimate?

I'll wait for you.

Mine is coming.

Thank you.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Here's to us and those
like us, damn few left.

The girls hate that toast.

Well,
other than that,

we haven't
screwed 'em up too bad.

Well, let's hope
our luck holds.

Lisa's only been
in college for three weeks.

Might be a little early
to tell.

You know Kate's boyfriend,

the one with the motorcycle?

Let's call him
"friend."

- Kate's friend with the motorcycle...
- Yeah... Uh-huh.

He asked me
what the secret was

to our long marriage.

This is a guy
with a lot of secrets.

What'd ya
tell him?

"Don't get divorced."

Excellent advice, that's very wise.

What would you like
this evening, madame?

I think I'll have
the filet of sole, please.

And a glass
of Sauvignon blanc.

Great choice.

- There you are! Bon soir.
- Look who's here.

It's been too long.

Yes, well...

She can tell you
the shoot has been...

It's been a little rough here.

Uh, but, uh,
it's only five more weeks.

Only? I will take good care
of your lovely wife.

Please,
please do.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.

Well, for a for a place
that has bison burgers

and grits on the menu,

they have
a pretty good wine list.

I'm gonna get
the New York steak,

"rare but not cold,"

a side of spinach
and get this pinot.

- Great choice.
- In a bottle.

Thank you.

What?

What's with
that sheepish little grin?

There's a man over there.

He keeps looking at me,
like he thinks he knows me.

But he doesn't.

He wants to.

Who can blame him?

Look at you in that dress.

This is the time where you
give him that look that says...

my 400-pound wrestling
championship husband

is about to walk through
the door any minute

and kill him.

- Give it to him.
- Oh, yeah right.

- I'm so practiced at that look.
- Come on.

Well, give it to him.

I... Wait...

Like that? Like...

That's way to pretty.

Like this.

- Yeah. There we go.
- Sir?

Hey, won't you meet
my beautiful wife.

Isn't she something?

Wow,
you are beautiful.

Is that right? Heh.

Yeah, she is.
He's right. You are.

Heh. I think it worked.

Thank you.

These Saturday
night dates, babe.

They're not enough for me.

I know.

You didn't call me last
night to say good night.

Shit, I'm sorry, I...

I got in so late,

and I'm coming down
with something.

Can you hear me,
do I sound all stuffed up?

A little bit.

Yeah, I think I'm getting

an ear infection.
I can only hear

in one ear right now so...
I-I didn't even eat.

I passed out, I went
right to sleep, so...

Would you please...

Please come to Montana?

I-I-I don't...

ever get used
to not being around you.

We've done this plenty of times
and it just never,

it just never feels right,
so please come.

Remember, the last time
I came on your location?

- Yeah.
- I read three novels,

and according to my Fitbit,
I walked 70 miles.

You make that sound like
it's a bad thing.

Well, it's good
for my health obviously, but...

With the girls
both finally away at school

and the catering business
is starting to take off...

You know, yesterday,
I had an order

for 300 chocolate covered
strawberries.

I ate all the ugly ones.
It was a big mistake.

Oh, no.

You and chocolate.

No good.

I don't know what happens
to me around chocolate.

I just... I'm a goner.

You once you told me

I was better than chocolate.

Remember?

No, I've
never said that.

Yes, you did.

In your dreams.

You did.

Come to Montana
and I'll remind you.

You have a whole cast and crew
who revere and adore you.

Yeah, yeah...
I'm the producer, remember...

I write the checks.

So yes, they adore me.

Oh, thank you.

- May I...?
- Thank you.

Start while your steak's hot.

Your Sauvignon blanc,
madame.

Perfect.

So, c'mon then,

tell me, what's the craziest
thing that happened this week?

The craziest thing.

Well, we were, uh...

We were shooting trying
to get a shot of the actors

sailing on the lake at sunset.

And suddenly the follow barge,
it starts to sink.

And water is coming
in the boat, yeah.

So, we take all the equipment
and the crew,

and we go to the other side
of the boat.

That side starts going down.

We barely made it to the shore

and we totally lost
the sunset shot.

It is pretty funny, actually.

Yeah, I guess,

if I wasn't responsible
for the budget.

We went over again.
So...

- Filet of sole.
- ...that.

- Bon appétit.
- Thanks.

Yeah, well, I kind of rode
my own sinking barge this week.

You know that bit
in the front entry

that we patched over twice?

- Yes...
- Well, it opened up again.

And Rafael found
a kind of subterranean geyser.

So, what do we do now?

Rafael is gonna come back
tomorrow to discuss it.

To surprises.

Surprises.

Oh, look who it is.

- Jack?
- Hey.

I think
I lost you.

Oh, I can
still see you.

This is Cheryl, she works
in the hair department.

Hi. I still
can't see anything.

- But hello.
- See us?

Uh, just... Yes.
Hi.

We're... We're actually...
We're on a date. Heh.

Oh, that's so cute!

I need to do that
with my guy.

Nice to meet you.

And you.

Great to see you.

Have a good dinner.

Small town...

Mmm, the steak is...

perfect.

It's perfect.

How's the wine?

I think you have
something in your teeth.

Really?

Smile.

Yeah, it's...
You got a piece of spinach.

- Where?
- There, the second...

On this side or this side?

- This side.
- Which side?

This side.

- This way?
- Yeah.

- Bingo. You're on it.
- Oh, I can feel it hang on.

Feel it?

Mmm.

What was that?

It's bread.

Do I look like a woman
who wants more bread?

Yes.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Yeah.

I'd like butter too,
and olive oil.

Well, just if I saw you,

this beautiful woman
sitting alone,

I... I might wanna send you
something over.

Like what?

Like a glass
of great champagne.

Mm-hmm.

To my handsome
professional wrestler husband

who can still surprise me.

Surprise me

and come
to Whitefish, Montana.

Your tenacity
has made you a success

and I do admire it.

If you come, I'll make
my special pancakes

and we'll spend Sunday,
the whole day, in bed.

- Come.
- Unless, of course,

you get called out
to urgent production meetings,

or location scouts,
or director breakdowns...

And if I do,
I'll come right back.

- So, I get called away...
- I will come!

I promise.

And for you, madame,
our dessert menu.

Thanks.

We having dessert?

You know what
I'm craving?

Think I have an idea,
Mr. Subtle.

Some of your strawberries
dipped in chocolate.

That would be fantastic.

What if I told you
I'd saved you some?

Ah, I'd say seeing
is believing.

All finished, sir?

Yes, I am.

- How about dessert?
- Please.

I've been good all week,
which is hard here.

I say we should go for it.

And I've been doing
my 10,000 steps,

so why don't we have
our favorite,

creme brulee?

Oh, I don't know if they make
that in Whitefish.

Can you ask the chef if he can
make me a creme brulee?

I'm not sure
what that is, sir.

It's a custard
with a caramelized top.

It's really easy.

Uh, sorry, all we have
is what's on the menu.

Uh, but we do have Campfire
Pie as our specialty.

Did you hear that?

Campfire Pie.

What's in that?

- Well, it has...
- You know what, don't tell me.

Surprise me.

Hold on,
the girls.

Aww, they knew we had a date.

Your mother and I are in
a hot FaceTime date right now.

- Can we talk later?
- Oh, wow, you and Mom

are really leveling up
in the romance department.

- Okay, bye.
- That's funny.

How about Lisa saying
we raised the bar on romance.

Heh. I love that they think
this is real romance...

Should we be worried?

No, not at all,
it is real romance.

Dare I ask
how the Campfire Pie is?

Well, It's the stuff
of ghost stories.

Whoa...

How's the creme brulee?

Not as good
as mine.

I'll make it when the girls
are back for Christmas.

That's a great idea.

Ahem.
You know, babe,

I'm... I'm fading.

I'm sorry
to be an old guy,

but I had
to wake up at five

for a location scout
this morning

and I think
I should call it.

Okay... You should go
and crawl into bed.

Yeah.

I'm happy you didn't cancel
our date though.

No, never.

Drive safe, okay,
you've had a few drinks.

Oh, are
we counting now?

Why don't you ask your buddy
in the corner?

He's long gone.
You can sleep well.

Good. I love you.

I love you too.

Kiss me.

Give me
a real kiss.

I love you too,
but I'm not doing that.

Why not?
I don't care who's looking.

Yeah, well I do.

Give me a quick kiss.

Oh, for God sake.

- Mwah.
- Mwah.

- There.
- I love you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

How much of
a "bigger problem"?

The city inspector says
it's not a real emergency.

He won't come
for two weeks.

Seriously?

Two weeks before
you can even start?!

If you're lucky.

Thank you.

Oh, one minute.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Thanks.

Hello? Babe?

- Hi.
- Are you okay?

I was just missing you.

Uh, I'm totally asleep.

Can we just...
talk in the morning?

I'm at your front door.

What?!

I'm here.

Are you.
Are you kidding me?

- Are you serious?
- Heh. Yes.

Come on,
it's freezing out here.

Hello.

Hold on a sec...

Just...

Surprise!

- Hey. Hi. Hi.
- Hi.

Come in.

Hey... what a surprise.

Yeah...

She forgot
her shoe.

Have a sense of being calm

and relaxed
as you start this program.

Exhale and feel any tension

in the neck
and shoulders release.

Now bring your arms,
palm face up by your chest.

Extend the arms forward,

and then spiral around
to your sides.

And a nice deep breath

as you open the chest.

And bring your hands
down to your sides.

Now, as you bring your arms up,

have the wrists cross,
come up to the chest.

And the arms come up
to the sides and down.

So, you're not dead.

Why did you leave like that?

I had to get out of there.

Apparently so...

I ate the rest of your risotto
and both desserts.

I just wanted to do
something, without reporting to you.

Huh.

You want to know
the real reason?

Yeah. I-I don't know.

I want a girlfriend.

Someone fun to play with.

Do you have somebody in mind?

No. You know I love you.

Well, we've had some...

pretty great play dates
over the years.

Yeah, but now you're too busy

with your needy girlfriends,
your book clubs,

your garden events,

and that bocce game
every friggin' Friday night.

But-but you have
your guy friends to play with.

Okay,
so what would you want

your girlfriend
to do with you today?

Today?

She'd go sailing with me.

But you don't like to sail.

Oh John, it isn't that
I don't like to sail.

It's that it makes me sick.

I feel the same way
about ballet,

but I've gone with you
for the past 41 years.

Okay.

What time?

Huh?

What time do we sail?

Hey, I was just using
that as an example.

I'm going to take
an extra Dramamine;

I'm going to make
a picnic lunch.

How about that crispy fried
chicken that you love?

Really, you'd go?

You know I love that chicken.

I can't remember
the last time you made it.

I was saving it
for a... a last supper.

You're going to love today.

It'll be really great
out on the boat.

Ah, sorry I'm late.

Hi.

The garden tour starts
in half an hour.

- What are you doing?
- And I tried to call you.

I'm going sailing
with John.

Since when do you sail?

Since he went
to the city last night alone

and stayed there
'cause I'm no fun anymore.

Oh, brother...

Haven't you earned your free
"no fun" pass by now?

Apparently, it expired.

Listen, Diana,
he's at that dangerous age

when successful men trade in
their old wives...

- Oh, please. Oh, please.
- ...for young hot Asian girls

- that specialize in...
- Okay, okay. Stop.

- Stop!
- I'm just saying.

What can you do?

You go sailing.

So, when did he buy a sailboat?

I thought it was into
that vintage Porsche.

No, no, Mustang,
that was the year before.

Last year was the boat.

Does he even know
how to sail?

I don't know,
we've never been out alone.

Oy. I do not get
a good feeling about this.

Well, I'm not going
on the Titanic.

Can't you find something else
to do fun together?

He says I specialize in saying
"no", so today I'm saying "yes."

Hmm... Well, I wouldn't
do that for any man.

And that's why
you're alone.

Blessedly!

Alright, I am calling
the Coast Guard

if I don't hear
from you by six.

Can I help you,
my man?

No thanks, my man.

- I got it.
- Okay. You sure?

Yeah, I got it.

Can't get over what
a good day it is out here.

It's gorgeous.

And I'm not
seasick so far. Heh.

I topped off your gas
for you, my man.

Okay.

Oh, perfect,
thank you.

Ah! Damn!

Oh, you okay?

Ah, it's tiller...

You're all set.

And dude,
you got a fast boat.

Oh, yeah. Heh.

Got some change?

No, man.

Thanks, man.

Have a great day.

Good job, honey!

Take the tiller, honey.

Oh!

♪ Oh, we sail the ocean blue
In our saucy ships of beauty ♪

Not the kind of thing
you do in a book club.

Looks like we'll have to
wait for the wind to come up.

Oh well,
it's such a lovely day.

Who cares.

How about we have
a look around.

Wow, honey.

We have the lake to
ourselves, it looks like.

Except for that
big fella over there.

Oh, that's actually
a Great Blue Heron.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It has extra
feathers under its chin

that it combs with a special
claw on its middle toe.

So, how'd you know all that?

Don't tell me you've
become a "birder" now.

No, but I read
about Herons

in that boring book club
you refuse to join.

Look, I just don't want
to join a book club

or ever have
a schedule again.

You don't get it?

If I want to go
to a baseball game,

I want to go
to a baseball game.

Or maybe go to the antique
car show in Monterey.

Maybe just sit around on the
porch all day and play chess.

I want a girlfriend
who wants to do my stuff.

And what if your girlfriend
wants to do her stuff?

You mean like lunches
with girlfriends,

hair appointments,
bocce?

I thought you would love playing
on the bocce team.

I joined for us.

But who wants to sign up a guy
with a bad knee?

Someone who's always looking
for interesting new things

for us to do together.
Like that Moroccan cooking class.

Yeah, that was a good idea,
except I got heartburn!

Remember, I signed us up

for that wood shop class
to build

those bookshelves
you wanted.

Well, that was
just great until...

I saw that guy get his fingers
cut off right in front of me.

That was an isolated accident.

It scared me.

But you could've told me that.

You just quit.

If you looked in my eyes,
I think it would be obvious.

You've changed, you know.

Thank you for noticing.

Our kids are gone.
We have an empty nest.

We're both retired.
We have to course correct.

And if your idea of doing that

is getting a girlfriend,
just go for it!

What are you doing?

I'm eating my stuff.

Well, hey, I'm hungry too.

Let's find a place to drop
anchor and have lunch.

Here, come take the tiller

and I'll go get the anchor.
Come on.

Oh! My knee!

Alright,
come get the tiller.

Sorry, babe.

It's... It's up front there.

Okay.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd call me "Girlfriend."

Thank you.

Now, just drop it in when I say.

Now!

Oh!

Some sailor you are.

I think I have
great potential.

Don't you think?

I'm really sorry that wood shop
class scared you, Di.

Not as much as your phone call
this morning.

I have something
for us.

- Yummy.
- Yum-me.

Whoo!

As old Marines say, "Here's
to us and those like us.

Dammed few left."

Now, why do you say that?

It's true!

We never would have met
if it were now.

Everybody finds their perfect
soulmate online.

I mean,
nobody gets married

because they're young
and pregnant, like us.

Yeah, I guess.

Well, they didn't
both love antique car shows

and garden tours.

That's it,
they'd never meet.

Yeah, they would've
already hit delete.

Yeah. Heh.

I guess
we really are dinosaurs.

Can you imagine what our bio's
or whatever they call 'em?

Profiles.
Oh, here's yours:

"Tyrannosaurus wants
to meet another 'Saurus',

preferably blonde
with big boobs." Heh.

"She must have the ability
to organize his closet,

"and tolerate
Godzilla-like snoring

and make
crispy fried chicken."

- "He must accept book clubs, garden events...
- Oh!

- "...and girlfriends with endless relationship problems.
- Mmm. Stop.

Stop, stop, stop! Heh.

And appreciate
sincere loyalty."

Wow, good save.

It is so peaceful here.

I'm not even seasick today. Heh.

Oh! Oh, honey.

I guess I can't do
fried anymore.

Maybe not on a boat.

Here.

Do you want to think
about heading back?

Yeah, I'm really tired.

I couldn't sleep
last night.

Maybe because I'm too used
to sleeping with you.

Yeah, let's go.

Okay.

I just... Ugh.

I can't do it anymore.

My damn shoulder.

It's fine.
It's no problem.

Why don't you call
that dock boy?

There's no damn signal.

Well...

I mean, honey,
look where we are.

It's a beautiful
afternoon.

Sorry, babe.

Damn!

I wanted this
to be a perfect day.

Honey...

Do you remember that time
when we were in college

and we were stranded
in that mountain cabin

waiting for
the snowplow to come?

Do you remember
what we did?

Come on, baby,
come sit with me.

I want you to relax.

I want you
to have a nice day.

I wonder what
a "girlfriend" would do

in a situation like this?

We got a problem here.

I know we have
a problem, my gosh.

Oh!

Ugh. Hi! Hi!

Hey!

Hi.

Wait... Hey!

Hello!

Hey, come help!

You got a problem?

Yeah, I can't get
the outboard started.

I... I got
a bad shoulder.

I got it.

- You're out of gas.
- What?

We had a full tank
when we left the marina.

Yeah, but this little tank
is so small

I'm surprised
it got you this far.

These little motors are only meant
to get you in and out of the dock.

"He likes Hemingway,
certain lingerie,

"crispy fried chicken
he can't eat anymore.

And can be an ass."

"She adores
his true sailor's heart

and his love of adventure."

"He adores her moves...
all of them."

Circle the right arm around

and down the midline.

Circle the left arm around
and down the midline.

This creates inner balance
and harmony.

Well, that,
that feels kind of good.

- Mm-hmm.
- Is there a class we can take...

...girlfriend?

Here we go.

Oh, hello.

Hey. Hi.

Come in.

Is this seat taken?

- No.
- Great.

- Thank you.
- What's your name?

- I'm Jackie.
- Oh.

- What's yours?
- Wendy.

- Nice to meet you.
- Thank you.

Oh. Excuse me.

- Oh, please.
- Jackie, hi.

Ah, well, it looks beautiful,
doesn't it?

So, let's all toast
in my mom's way.

Oh, and say your names.

I'm Caroline.

I'm Anne.

Remember what Claire
would say

if we didn't really look
in each other's eyes?

"Seven years of bad sex."

Been there, done that.

Oh! I would like any sex.

Marlene.

Joanne.

Patty.

I'm not taking
any chances.

Nancy.

Jackie.

Wendy.

Mary Kay.

To mom.

To Claire.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

I have been living
on the East Coast

pretty much since I was 18

and I just didn't get back
to see my mom

as much as much
as I wanted to or should have.

But we finally planned
a trip together,

in September, to France.

We started planning it
after my dad died.

And then we thought we'd go
after I passed the bar,

and then after
she finished her book,

then I got a job
and I had to start right away.

And we were waiting
for the right time.

There's no such thing.

No, it's not.

I know this vase!

We got this in a little funky
thrift shop in Kentucky.

- Yeah!
- And those peonies, her favorites.

You know, I actually think that

Claire discovered peonies
with me.

One of our dreaded
regulars we had

at the diner that we worked at

would bring us some
from his garden

instead of tipping.

We hated him,

but we grew
to love those flowers.

After our sophomore year
at college working as waitresses

at a resort
in upstate New York.

Our immediate goal,
besides making money,

was lose our virginity.

What!

Just get it over with.

We wanted to know
what it was like.

Oh, my God!

The endless lecture series

I got from Mom
about how I needed

to "save myself
for the right guy,"

and there she was planning
some random...?!

Of course. She needed
to teach you ethics...

Even though she didn't always practice them.

She was your mother.
Part of the job description.

So, she actually...?

Mm-hmm.

He was older...
about 24, experienced.

And I got some jerk
from Wisconsin

we'll just call
"the five second man."

I'm sorry.

Um... Anybody want to know
how Claire and I met?

Yes.

We were interns
at Vogue together.

She was an assistant
to the photo editor,

who happened
to be a total bitch.

We both hated her
and bonded deeply over that.

Nothing like having someone
to hate together, right?

But then we discovered

that we were both dating
the same guy.

What?

I mean, he was awfully cute,
and he did have attributes.

But he was just too boring
for either one of us.

And anyway, she met your father
shortly after that, so...

But we always loved
to toast Rodger,

because
he brought us together.

I can't believe it's been

only a little over a month.

Feels like...

I don't know
what it feels like.

There's nothing
to compare it to.

And what about you, honey?

Me?

How are you?

Well, every morning
when I wake up,

I still can't believe it.

But I've been so busy...
there's been so much

to take care of, and...

Excuse me. Heh.

Sorry, my plane was very late,

and the Uber driver
was ignorant!

Everyone...

this is Rose Simon.

Bonjour.

It's a pleasure
to be here.

Anne, Bonjour!

Oh...

I brought some chocolate
for you from Paris.

Oh, thank you!

Rose, some wine?

Oh, thank you.
Yes, please.

We've just been getting
to know each other.

There's plates and food.
Please help yourself.

Yes. Thank you.

I know what I'm going
to have later.

I think I'm done.

So, Rose...

we've just been telling stories
about Mom.

On the plane,
I was thinking about

the first time I met Claire.

She floated
into my shop one afternoon.

I had a little boutique in
the Marais district of Paris.

She would come in
and admire things

and often buy
a scarf or two.

Or 43...

Ah... We shared a passion

for beautiful things
in many forms...

gardens, contemporary art...

We'd stroll over to the...

the Pompidou Centre
and explore for hours.

I tell you,
she would not tolerate

any "French attitude",
not even from me.

Speaking of museums...

Yeah,
Mom collected all kinds of art.

Yeah, and I see she
put yours front and center.

This was her favorite ribbon.

I see she continued
to use it, huh?

Yes.

It was for my pigtails

and it was always
on my tap shoes.

- I know that ribbon.
- I recognize it too.

She hand-picked
every truffle for you.

Your mother brought
those chocolates to my wedding.

Well, that's
what we called it anyway,

but it was not legal then.

Uh, my wife Alice and I
got married

in the desert
outside of Taos.

And I had invited
your parents,

and your mom said that
your dad couldn't come,

but she accepted,

which, I swear to God,
I didn't expect.

There comes your mother,

all on her own,
middle of nowhere,

impeccably dressed

in this very
conservative suit,

holding a box
of those chocolates.

She was my most
conservative friend,

but also my most accepting
and supportive.

For me, too.

Claire was completely there
for me when...

when my husband came out

and left me and the kids
for his boyfriend.

- Oh, no.
- Oy!

I was blindsided.

I really didn't
see it coming at all.

Claire called me.

I was in publishing
at the time

and we were talking about
a book sale to England.

She heard the tone
in my voice.

The next morning,
she jumped on a plane,

flew to L.A. and took the kids
while I went off to the desert.

Just remember staring out
over the landscape.

I couldn't even think
at first.

But being alone for those two
days was exactly what I needed.

By the time I got back,
she turned into bloody Mary Poppins.

The kids had planted carrots

in the back garden, and they'd
been exploring tide pools

and making cookies.

- They were having the best time.
- Aw...

Claire gave me what I so needed
those couple of days

as if it was the easiest thing
in the world.

She... She just knew.

And later she introduced me
to someone else

who'd been
in a similar situation.

She was a life saver.

I can't believe I just barfed
all that out

in a room full of strangers.

No! It's why
we're here.

You know, I just feel that
Claire brought us all together.

- You know what I mean?
- Oh, yes.

I worry that my daughter
won't be able to trust men.

She's already made some
horrible boyfriend choices.

Oh, you and my mom must have
had a field day on that one.

- She loved your boyfriend.
- No kidding!

When we broke up,
she went into mourning.

Oh, but she just wanted you

not to be too hasty,
to take a last look.

- Right.
- She did think a lot of him.

Yeah, she made that
crystal clear.

And that I wasn't
getting any younger.

I think she was afraid

she wasn't getting any younger

and she wanted to be
the fun grandmother,

not the old granny.

Yes, and it wasn't that

she wasn't proud
of your success.

It's just that she didn't
want you to miss out.

Yeah, right.

Are you doing okay?

Fine.

Of course.

Oh, that sounded
exactly like Claire.

She would always say,
"I'm fine."

Marriage, check.

Work, check.

Except when it came to you.

She was only as happy

as your last conversation
with her.

That's just it.

Our last conversation,

I, um... We...

Excuse me.

She mention
that last conversation?

- Yeah.
- It was a big disagreement.

Yeah, was.

Sorry.

You okay?

It's alright.

I've just been sitting here
listening to you all,

and I feel like you're talking
about someone

I didn't know.

It's ironic
the way Mom was there

for all of you,
so compassionate.

- For me, not so much.
- Oh, sweetie.

My life just always seemed
really messy compared to hers.

Honey, well,
life is messy.

But your mother knew how
to clean up very well.

- Yeah...
- She didn't want to burden you.

I wish she had!
That's the thing,

that's what distanced us.

She never told me anything.

Maybe her not telling
you some things

was her way
of showing her love.

What does that mean?

I mean that...

Well, I can think of
one example.

- Don't. No.
- I know it's inappropriate.

- Yeah, it is.
- It's okay. What is it?

It's inappropriate.

No, honestly, um...

Honestly, it makes me
too ashamed, so...

No really, I mean...

- I really want to know.
- Marlene, don't go there.

How embarrassing
could it really be,

after your story
about Rodger?

It was right after Rodger.

I think the lines got
a little blurred for me

with Claire and I...

I had a thing with, with Tom.

My dad?

What do you mean by "a thing"?

A nothing thing,

a one night, drunken,
million years ago,

deeply regrettable thing,
that I wish

that you mother
never found out about, but...

Tom told her everything because
he didn't want there

to be any secrets...
between them.

Jesus, poor Mom...

Yeah, she was,
she was very angry.

And very upset.

She said it made her
even more upset

because I'd been
so dishonest about it.

See, your mother had
a very strong moral compass

and she followed it.

And... and I never
really had that, so...

How was she still your friend?

Well, it was
a long time ago,

and, uh, we almost
didn't get past it.

But she was determined
to forgive me.

She saw forgiveness as kind
of a spiritual achievement.

And, uh...

And this was sort of
a life lesson for her,

something like that,
you know...

Anyway,
she did forgive me, so...

I just didn't really
forgive myself, so...

Why didn't she tell me?

Oh, because
you adored your father.

She didn't want
to tarnish that relationship.

Let's face it.

Tom was irresistible. Heh.

Did you sleep with him too?

What I meant was that...

Claire was aware of how women
responded to him.

Men too.

Yeah.

He just...

He lit up a room.

I'm really sorry,
Caroline.

Tom adored

Claire.

They were soulmates,
really.

You know, in France,
we say:

"On ne fout pas un mariage en
l'air à cause d'un coup de cul",

which means, you don't
throw away a marriage

because
of a piece of ass.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Marriage, well, love,

it's bigger than a bedroom.

They never lost their magic
the way most couples do.

I always thought they were
so romantic,

in an old-fashioned way.

He'd come home from work,
and she'd put on perfume.

He'd make martinis

and lift her up
for a kiss.

Is that what
that photo is?

Yeah, I took that.

Well, you have your mother's
eyes and her eye.

Okay, well,

I'm a lawyer, as you know,

and I have some questions,
I was hoping to answer today,

since clearly
you all knew my mother

a lot better than I did.

I've been going
through her things.

I found her wedding dress
in the attic,

which I didn't know she kept.

And I noticed that the seams
had been let out at the waist.

You were at the wedding...

Stress eating?

No.

She was pregnant.

So, my Catholic mother
who told me

she had a flu at her wedding
was pregnant with me.

She always planned
to tell you.

Did my dad know?

She told him
on their honeymoon.

That must have been
a surprise.

Well, I don't think
either one of them

wanted to start
a family immediately.

But Caroline,
when you were born,

he was totally in love,
and a natural father.

When my brother
was born "too soon,"

my mother
was called "a sinner." Heh.

I mean,
it was hard to shake off

that indoctrination
in those days.

Now, it's almost
the opposite extreme.

My daughter
and her boyfriend

got married only after
they'd had two kids.

And my granddaughters
were her flower girls.

In France, you know,
couples often

don't get married
until their children

are teenagers,
if at all.

Did my mom ever say
how she felt about it?

Oh, If it wasn't for
all that Catholic guilt

your grandmother threw
at her,

- I don't think she would've given a damn.
- Mm-mm.

She was so happy

being pregnant
with you.

Well, thank God
for us old hippies

who lightened everything
the hell up!

- And feminism made a dent.
- Yeah.

My mom always said
that it passed her by.

She had three kids,
and my father

never changed a diaper
or did a dish.

We were lucky
to be born when we were.

Yup. That's right.

My mother told me
a horrific story

about her roommate
who got pregnant

and went to Mexico
and came back hemorrhaging.

Something that will always
define my friendship with Claire

was something
she did for me many years ago.

I was 42 and pregnant.

I have a friend that age
who's been trying for years.

Yeah, well, I wasn't trying.

I already had two kids,
teenagers.

I couldn't handle an infant.

And my husband,
he'd never understand.

It would have been the end
of us... and the family.

But if I kept it, it would have
been the end of me.

I needed someone to trust

that could take me
to the clinic...

and stay with me,

and I asked Claire, and...

And she did this for me.

Was one of those perfect
spring mornings.

The plum trees were in bloom
along the streets.

So beautiful.

And there I was,
about to end a life.

I asked Claire
to stop, turn around,

and she looked at me
and said...

"It's time
for you choose your life."

I cried for a week.

She called me every day.

It's never easy
to make that choice.

No.

I'm so sorry,
that must have been horrible.

Yeah, that's one thing my mom
and I always agreed on.

So, Wendy,

do you want to tell
everyone how you met Mom?

Ah... let's see.

A couple of years ago, Claire
sat next to me on a flight.

And we just hit it off.

- Are you a doctor?
- Yes.

Yes, I heard about you.

But look,
on the way back,

all your mother did
was talk about you.

And what you do...
and why two vital women

would "choose"
such hard careers.

Yeah, yeah.

I know,
she was always on me

about why I didn't go work
at a firm

that does "fun" stuff
instead of social justice.

Well, she got it though,
she really got it.

- She did.
- You know, while we're landing,

she pulls out her checkbook
writes a donation

to one of the clinics
I was overseeing.

She volunteered
there too, right?

She did, yeah.
And we would have... Oh...

We would have lunch together
afterwards and...

your mother was curious
about me.

She was curious
about my work

and about me
being African American.

She was not afraid to ask
very specific questions.

We had the, the best
conversations about race

and everything that,
you know, I have to deal with

and what it means to me

and how it affects me
on a daily basis.

I mean...

it was okay
to be uncomfortable.

Anyway, she also pushed me
to have my very first massage.

Yes, I agree with that.

I just didn't, you know,
realize how depleted I was.

And your mom, she cared
about my well-being.

- Was the massage with Mitzi?
- Yes, it was.

Well, don't they always say

put your own oxygen mask
on first?

- That they do.
- Can't help anyone.

Oh, that's Robert,

he lives
in the basement apartment.

Oh, is Claire's book club
still meeting?

Nope.

Sorry to disturb
your ladies' lunch.

Or knitting club.

- This package just arrived.
- Oh...

And I wanted to let you know
there's also a car blocking

the neighbor's driveway

and the meter maid is
at the top of the block, so...

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- That might be me.
- Ah.

I'll be back.

It's for Mom.

Oh, it's California
poppy seed.

She would scatter them

- in road dividers, vacant lots.
- Yes.

- Yes, she did do that.
- Yeah, she used to stop her car

on the side of the highway
and get out and throw seeds.

As a kid, it was so embarrassing.

I think that she did that

on the first day
that we met in Charleston.

- Really?
- Yeah. So, I was an aspiring singer,

but I couldn't make
any money at it,

so I was working
as a photographer.

And I think
that was Claire's first book,

um, "Gardens of the South".

Aw, that first night,

I took her
to this funky little honky-tonk,

and we bonded over barbecue.

She found out
that I was a songwriter

and she asked me to sing
one of my songs for her.

But, you know, I was so worried

that this poised Yankee lady

would think that I was
some southern fried hick.

But... I sang for her,

and, uh, after I was finished,

she just looked at me
and she said,

"What are you doing
taking pictures

when you can sing
and write songs like that?"

Oh... Mom.

That's so sweet.

I find I keep talking to her
like she's still here.

She is.

I talk to my mom
all the time.

She's still telling me
what to do.

Caroline, your mother

was insanely proud of you,

graduating cum laude
and passing the bar.

I think she even may have

been a little intimidated

by all your accomplishments,

and maybe
even a little envious

of your young, single life.

Mom, jealous of me? No.

I think that she had thought

that you'd done
so much for the world...

and that she wanted to make sure that you
were taking care of your own world too.

You know, she didn't want you
to put that on hold.

And for what it's worth,

she thought
you'd make a great mom.

I can't believe
I didn't get a ticket.

It was so close.

Oh! You're
so lucky.

It's so impossible
around here.

So, Patty...

you went to grade school
with Mom, right?

Oh...

This is us
in first grade!

Well, that some connection,
losing your teeth together.

Yeah, but hers grew in faster and straighter.

Aw, so cute.

We were best friends
at Sacred Heart-less.

She protected me
in what was known

as "penmanship class"

from Sister Jean-Marie's
"knuckle rapping."

You know,
they don't even teach handwriting anymore.

They don't?

Three years ago, we found
each other on Facebook.

We realized we were
each other's oldest friend.

I've lived in Dayton
since 5th grade.

I guess I'm
her country bumpkin friend.

I have to admit, being around
all you accomplished women

is daunting for this Ohio gal.

- Oh, no.
- Oh...

Claire came to visit
last March.

We went on this long walk...
winter was just thawing.

We ended up having an...

unexpectedly deep conversation
about our mothers

and end of life issues.

I watched my mother die
of Alzheimer's

for over five years.

And I still remember
the day that she said,

"I know
you're someone I love."

Mmm.

We both wondered whether or not

we had enough faith
to face death.

She still had
so much life to live.

Feels completely unfair,

really outrageous, really,

I'm totally furious!

Amen.

That's the ravaging part
of a loss like Claire's.

You know, Claire and I went
on a retreat last year.

Yeah, to a spa?

Nope...
for creative writing.

Really?

Our first assignment
was to write about

the "what ifs" in our lives.

What if we'd married
different men.

What if we gone abroad
and never came back.

You know, I found a manuscript
with no title

in one of Mom's computer bags
and nearly tossed it out.

But then I read
the first few pages

and the style was so like
the way she talked.

What was it about?

- I don't know.
- Pardon?

That's all I read.

What the hell
are you waiting for?

To be honest...

I was afraid to read more.

What were you afraid of?

Maybe she was writing about us.

I'm not ready to...

I get it.

I bet a lot of us have

unresolved "stuff"
with our mom's.

No. Not me.

I know I do.

Well, you know
what Claire would say...

"Just keep moving
like you're dancing."

Oh... I don't know.

Excuse me. Heh.

That was Mom's
Chi Gong instructor,

he came for her Thursday
afternoon lesson.

He's been in China
for the last two months...

I had to tell him.

Oh, Rose, do you want
to open those chocolates?

- Oh!
- Mmm...

These are from
A La Mere de Famille,

the oldest chocolate shop
in Paris.

And Claire's favorite.

Voilà.

- Gorgeous.
- Bon Appétit.

- Oh, my.
- I'm sorry if this is awkward,

but I know your mother died
in an accident,

I never heard
what happened exactly...

Oh, I sorry, I didn't realize
that you didn't...

Me either.

Last month,
Mom went to visit

her editor in Napa,
Louise Greene.

Some of you may know of her,
she's 82 going on 28.

Yes, I always said I wanted
to be her when I grew up.

Amazing woman.

There was an unexpected rain
and the roads were slick.

A big rig truck coming
from the opposite direction,

it jackknifed...

crossed the center divider
into oncoming traffic.

I was told she died instantly.

Well...

going quickly without pain

or illness or dread,

even though
it was way too soon...

it's not all bad.

I called her
on the way to work,

maybe 20 minutes
before the crash.

I know from her phone log

I was the last person
that she spoke to.

Oh, there must be
some comfort in that.

None.

See, that's the thing.

We'd had that big "fracture"
months before.

And then we'd
come out of our corners

and taken the gloves off,
and for a while,

we talked
about everything else.

But that day, when I called,

I had a secret to tell her

she was not gonna believe,

and it was all her fault!

But I didn't want to tell her

on the phone
while she was driving, so...

I waited.

And she said,
"Oh, I love beautiful secrets."

She said it was
a "beautiful secret?"

Did she call it "beautiful"?

You just said it.

Heh.

Oh, I hadn't remembered that
until just now.

I haven't told anyone.

Honey, you know,
wherever she is, your mom knows.

Why don't you... tell us.

I broke up with Michael
after almost two years.

And she was really upset.

She seemed more upset for him
than what I was feeling.

That's when we totally derailed

into a full-on blowout fight.

She let me know that
she just "couldn't believe"

that after
I'd done the school thing,

and the work thing so well,

I'd completely blown
the "good man thing",

is what she called it.

Attempting to, you know,
rationally explain to her

that it wasn't her choice,
it was mine,

didn't go over well.

And I didn't stay civil
for long either.

Well, it's natural,
you were upset.

So, for weeks afterward,

she begged me
to see Michael again.

She kept saying, "Just see him,
meet for a little talk",

be absolutely sure that
you are ready to let him go,

that I wasn't being impulsive.

I said no blanking way.

You can say "fucking."

I said no fucking way,

and I actually dated

some other guys,
nice, boring guys.

Good for you.
Boring is underrated.

Well, I ended up

in a moment
of weakness or clarity,

I'm not sure which,

texting Michael to see
if he wanted to meet and talk.

And...?

Well, we "met" all right,

but I don't think
we said one word,

besides "Make sure
it's locked",

and I left the next morning.

That day in May,
when I called Mom,

was just moments
after I found out

I was pregnant from that little talk...

...she insisted
I have with Michael.

Why didn't
I just tell her then?

Oh, sweetie.

And how is that
"beautiful secret" doing?

- Oh, my goodness.
- Oh, my goodness.

Michael must be
thrilled.

- I haven't told him.
- Oh...

I haven't decided
what to do about it.

You mean about him or...?

Both.

You know that trip that you were
going to take with your mom...

could be a really good place
to, um, sort it all out.

Be a shame
to waste those tickets.

I was going
to offer them to you.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Absolutely not.

Why don't you take Michael?

Oh, heh, no way.

And you could get
some talking done.

Oh, she's got you all
thinking just like her!

It's a conspiracy!

Okay, moving on.

Come, I want
to show you something.

So as some of you know,
my mom liked to make altars.

Oh, her beautiful altars.

She made one for me with the
kids when my husband left.

It was very healing
for them.

Yeah, how she made one for me
when I was preparing for the bar

and I always thought
that was why I passed it.

It really got me through.

So I've started one
for her here,

and I have
some of her favorite objects,

and her books, and photographs.

That's why I asked you all
to bring a remembrance today.

I was hoping
we could all add to it.

Last January,
Claire and I went to Stinson Beach.

And we each made
a list of our regrets,

and tied them around a rock,
and threw them in the ocean.

And then we sat in the sand,
nipping from a flask of brandy,

making plans for this year.

I picked this up that day,

and it's wrapped
with a prayer for Claire.

I just wrote
a note to Claire.

It's sort of a thank you note.

This is a photo of me,
my wife and our son Max.

Claire had bought him

his first pair of drumsticks.

Damn her. Heh.

This is Claire and me

at our first dance recital.

The teacher gave up on me,

but Claire was good,
she kept on dancing.

We saw this beautiful Matisse
exhibit together in Paris.

And Claire
had particularly loved

this composition of two women,

and she said
they looked like sisters,

and she'd always wanted
a sister, so...

I'd say she got
a lot of sisters.

Heh. Yes.

These are the children

in the kids' program that
had never seen a dentist.

Claire was a donor
and she came to visit them.

I'd like to make a
donation in Claire's name.

Oh, I would too.

Thank you so much.

I will gladly accept.
Thank you.

I'm going to miss
our long talks

at our favorite restaurant,
the Odeon,

where we would drink champagne
and eat oysters,

and we'd have
the best confessionals.

I promise you

I will always be here
for Caroline.

Last August,
Claire and I decided

we would meet
and exchange what we'd written.

But then we decided
we weren't ready.

So we started drinking wine.

How much wine, you ask?

Enough that we ended up
lying down in my backyard,

shooting our manuscripts,

and each other,
with these pistols.

It felt like the first time
we first met,

and we felt so free.

These are lyrics to a song
that I wrote for Claire.

Well, sing it!

Oh, I can't,
I didn't bring my guitar.

Please sing it.

- I...
- Please.

Oh...

♪ There are gifts
In the love ♪

♪ There are gifts
In the loss ♪

♪ Regrets are like rocks ♪

♪ That sink to the bottom ♪

♪ Free from the weight ♪

♪ A new road to cross ♪

♪ Now you're gone ♪

♪ But life goes on ♪

♪ Because love
is what stays ♪

♪ Because love finds a way ♪

♪ Because love is
the answer ♪

♪ At the end of the day ♪

♪ Because love is
what stays ♪

♪ Because love finds a way ♪

♪ Because love will forgive ♪

♪ At the end of the day ♪

♪ Only love remains ♪

Aw, you guys.

Thank you.

I went into my mom's room
this morning,

I was looking
for something to wear.

This ring was her mother's

and I found
this book of poems

that I gave to her
for Mother's Day

a couple years ago.

I opened it at random
and found these lines:

"Without warning you left me,
But you returned..."

I feel like my mother has
returned to me in all of you.

And now,
from the "Claire Collection",

of the best scarves ever...

I know she would want
you all to have one.

So please pick your favorite,

no fighting
and let's have champagne.

- Oh, and Gloria, you have to drink this.
- Thank you.

Gloria's been an invaluable part
of our family.

As you have been
"mi familia."

To Mom, and all of us
who love her.

May her scarves wrap
each of us in her magic.

To Claire.

Oh, we have to take
a picture together.

Oh, I got that.

All you have to do
is click right there,

- stand exactly where I'm standing.
- Okay.

Alrighty,
and I'm scooching over here.

Okay.

Everybody, smile!

You're not
really going to let them go

just like that, are you?

What do you mean?

Okay, ladies...

You can't leave
just yet.

There are tap shoes for
every one of you Cinderellas.

As you know,
she collected these...

From Goodwill's, garage sales,
anywhere she was.

Yeah, she found a pair in Paris
and made me dance with her.

Caroline, you're not really
seriously gonna make us...

Oh, I seriously really am.

She is
her mother's daughter.

- Ah, yeah.
- Find your size.

Oh, gosh!

Step, step, up,
shuffle, step, step.

A five, six, seven, eight...

Oh, yeah!

Is everyone okay?

Whoo!

Honey,
there's no perfect life.

Maybe so.

But, for the first time,

feels possible to think about
what to do with mine.

Mmm.

"Possible" is
a good start.

Hey...

Caroline, I hope someday,
you can forgive me.

I'll call you.

Okay, thank you.

Um, this is the advance
to my new CD.

And I want you to know

that your mom's song
is on there,

and that I wouldn't have been
able to do it without her.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

When you decide
what you're going to do,

will you let us know?

I will.

'Cause we're here
for you.

Thank you.

Alright.
Bye.

Don't wait for anything.

Yeah?

Okay.

Thank you.

Your mother gave me this,
and I want you to have it.

Thank you.

Oh...

Oh. Hm.

We love you.

I love you too.