All language subtitles for The Fabelmans en

Mommy and Daddy
will be right next to you.

The lights will go down.

There may be some organ music
as the curtain opens.

Don't be scared.

It'll be dark in there,
you said.

- I don't want to go in.
- But it's fun.

All week,
you've been so excited.

Your first ever movie.

- And the people are gigantic.
- What people?

You said the people
in the movie are gigantic.

Oh, because of
the big screen they're on,

but they're not real, uh, right?

- They're like dreams.
- Dreams are scary.

Some dreams are, but this is
gonna be a nice dream.

About a circus and clowns
and acrobats and, um...

You want to know how it works?

There's a big machine
called a projector.

Inside, there's
a big bright light,

and it projects photographs

- of-of clowns and acrobats.
- And elephants.

- Uh, "projecting" means it
sends them out. -Happy things.

Happy things like light
from a huge flashlight.

But these photographs move past
the light really fast.

24 photos in every second.

Now, in your brain,

each photograph stays
for about a 15th of a second.

That's called
persistence of vision.

The photographs move past

faster than your brain
can let go of them,

and that's how
the movie projector tricks us

into believing that
motionless pictures are moving.

A motion picture.

Movies are dreams, doll,
that you never forget.

You just wait and see.

When it's over,
you're gonna have

the biggest, sloppiest smile
on your face.

- They're letting us in.

Wait till the engines pass.

- Unlock the door.

Pass it down.

- What's that?
- Second section.

Angel. She's on that train.

So what? We got the
dough. Let's get out of here.

Lights. I must turn the lights
down the track.

You crazy lunkhead.
Give me that wheel.

We are going to--
down the track!

The train! Stop the train!

Stop the train!

Stop! Can't you see the lights?!

Stop!

First section! Hold it!

- Angel! Angel!

What was your favorite part?

Sammy, what do you want
for Hanukkah?

I told you
this wasn't a good idea,

what with all of his
A-N-X-I-E-T-I-E-S.

Kids his age have big
I-M-A-G-I-N-A-T-I-O-N-S.

No fair spelling out
the long words.

The lights change
how everything looks.

It's hard to find our house.

Ours is the dark house
with no lights.

That's what I want for Hanukkah.

- What?
- Christmas lights!

Sorry, dolly.

Jews don't get Christmas lights.

Eight nights of candlelight.

Can I sleep
with the oscilloscope?

Get going.
We got to burn rubber.

- What's that?
-Second section.

Angel. She's on that train.

-The lights.

I must turn the lights
down the track.

-Stop the train!

Stop the train!

-Angel!

Mommy! Mommy!

I know what I want for Hanukkah!

I know what I want
for Hanukkah!

...Hanukkah!

Thank you!

Sammy.

-Oh, my God.
- Whoa.

I'm so excited.

Okay, so the outside grounds,
the middle conducts the power,

and these two metal wheels
under the engine

complete the circuit.

So, new, Mr. Engineer?

RCA gave you a raise?

That is
one expensive trolley car.

It's not a trolley car.
It's a Lionel train.

No raises for the computer guys
this year.

Next year, maybe.

Your moonlighting son
is paying for it

by filling up my house
with broken TVs.

Repair work, that's how.

Oy, careful he doesn't
electrocute himself.

- Hold on.
- You're okay.

You're not taking that fancy
train to Florida without me.

Hey, look.

She's down on the floor.

Who's gonna help her up?

Who says I'm getting up?

I'm going to Miami
on the Sammy Limited.

Go ahead.

- Ooh.

I precisely engineer toys.

You can play with them

when you've learned
to treat them with respect.

I do respect them. I love them.

I know you do, but you can't
just love something.

You also have to
take care of it, right?

Maybe we can play together
with them this weekend.

But I need to see them crash.

I don't understand.

Why does he need
to see them crash?

It's late.

You don't want
to shut your light?

Mm. In a minute.

I'm still wide-awake.

You see these descending notes?

That's called a lament bass.

You should play it on the radio
on that arts program.

- Oh. -They keep
asking you to go back.

I don't have time for that. Mm.

Well, we can hire a sitter.

Who can afford that? Forget it.

That was another life.

That was two kids ago.

You know what I miss most
about the piano?

Surrendering to the score.

Knowing Bach is
gonna tell you how--

First this note,
then this chord,

then you open your hand,
you stretch down an octave...

Making a little world
you can be safe and happy in.

Thank you.

That's why he needs
to watch them crash.

He's trying to get
some kind of control over it.

Sammy?

We're going to use
Daddy's camera to film it.

Only crash the train once, okay?

Then, after we get
the film developed,

you can watch it crash
over and over

till it's not so scary anymore.

And your real train
won't ever get broken.

One more thing, dolly.

Let's not tell your father.

It'll be our secret movie,
just yours and mine.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Sorry I'm late.

I picked up
Ms. Moynahan's Motorola.

There's no room left
in the workshop.

- Where should I put it?
- The living room, I guess?

Okay.

Hey, uh, sorry I'm late.
I picked up Mrs. Fabelman.

Where should I put her?

Ow! Ow, ow, ow.

- Did the mail come?
- It's on the table.

Cossack.

- This is brisket?
- My movie!

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

After supper.

The amount of magnetism
is increased by

how magnetically permeable
the core material is.

The tricky thing is
how permeable we can make it.

Am I supposed to be
following any of this?

You know what
a magnetic field is, right?

Uh, yeah. Well, sure.
I mean, it...

Sammy, do you know
what a magnetic field is?

- Can I be excused?
- Nope.

But I need to,
just for a minute.

- What's so urgent?
- Honey.

This tastes funny, Burt.

It tastes funny
on a plastic fork.

- Ma.
- Is she saving the silverware

for when the Eisenhowers
drop by?

The problem is
we're using vacuum tubes,

not transistors,
and magnetic cores

- to try to access memory...
- 35,000 magnetic cores.

Hey, Sam, you know
on your father's camera

when the film runs out?

When that happens,
what do you do?

- Load more film.
- The same with computers.

You have to load more tape, and
that slows everything down...

Mitz, the chopped liver
was beyond belief.

- ...load it with data,

and instead of changing tapes
every ten seconds,

this new machine
he's engineering...

- The BIZMAC!
- The BIZMAC!

It can search for information

through all these tapes at once.

You never need
to change any of them.

It'll be ten times faster.

I love Burt's brain.

Especially when you're around
to explain what's in it.

Mom, I have to go upstairs now.

Not until
you've finished eating.

He cleaned his plate.

No, he didn't.

- Sammy.

Hey, Natalie, I think there's
something under your plate.

- Sammy.
- No, there isn't.

Lift it up and check.

I saw it moving.

Licorice.

If there's anything
I'm a sucker for,

it's licorice.

Uncle Bennie,
that was so disgusting!

- No, no!
- Natalie, he is not your uncle.

Also, he is not that funny.

Oh, "uncle" is a term
of affection.

Natalie, he's not related.

He's only always here
because he works for my son.

He's only always here because
he's my best friend.

And deep down inside you,
Mrs. Fabelman,

admit it, I'm your friend, too.

Deep down inside of me
is none of your business.

Sid Caesar's on tonight.

Help me.

- Natalie, get that corner.
- What?

Get the corner. Get the corner.

Can I help you take it out?

Sammy.

I had to crash it
a whole lot of times,

- but the train never got hurt.
-Golly.

I thought that was
The Greatest Show on Earth.

Oh, more,
more, more, more, more.

Head back. Open.

- Ah.
- Candy corn in.

- Say, "Ah."

Head back.

- Ketchup. Okay.

Scream like it hurts.

Pull it!

Sammy!

Oh.

Take off the blindfolds.

Sammy?

Reggie, Natalie,
come downstairs pronto.

Your father has an announcement.

General Electric
wants to hire me

because of what I did on BIZMAC.

They want to use my
electronic library system to--

Well, I-I don't think
they have any notion

of what I can do with it.

And I'll make more money.

Is Uncle Bennie coming, too?

Well, D-Daddy and me
haven't had a chance to think

- about Uncle Bennie, but...
- Bennie, no. He lives here.

Burt.

I'll miss
your Uncle Bennie, too,

but Phoenix is a real neat city.

It's on the rise.

They've only just hired me.
I've got no pull there yet.

I can't ask General Electric

to hire somebody else
on my say-so.

- That's not how it works.
- Don't ask them.

Do it yourself.
They're hiring you to manage.

Managers hire. Hire Bennie.

Uh, who's watching-- Sammy!

- He's got to make a name for
himself at RCA. -

- Come here. Come here.
-That's what I did.

He'll stay in New Jersey,

get out from
under my shadow and then...

There's a tornado outside!

Yeah, well,
there's a bigger one in here.

Honestly, honestly, Burt,
sometimes I want to shake you.

You're-you're gonna leave him
behind with just a-a shrug?

Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

"We'll see ya later."

And once we're gone, who will
he have left in New Jersey?

You have an opportunity
to help your best friend.

- Mommy, look!
- Mommy! Mommy!

- Honestly, wake up.
- Mom! Mom!

- What?! -Look!
There's a tornado outside.

- I'm scared.
- Just go.

Wow! Ah!

Oh!

You weren't kidding!

How close is it?

Why does the sky look orange?

Come on!

Come on. Let's go see.

- Get in, get in!
- Get in!

Mitz? Where are you going?

Mitz, where are--

- Hey!

Where are you going?

Mitz!

Mitzi!

Where is it?

- I can't see it anymore.

Up ahead somewhere.
We'll find it.

Mom, it's there. It's there!

- Is this s-safe?

Of course it's safe.
I'm your mother.

Mom, stop!

Everything happens for a reason.

Everything happens
for a reason.

Everything happens for a reason.

Say it with me.

Everything happens
for a reason.

Everything happens for a reason.

Everything happens
for a reason.

Everything happens for a reason.

I think there's
something dead in the road.

- Reggie, wave in the camera.

- Ooh, look.
- There it is!

- There it is. Wow.

Whoa!

Let me out. I want to take
a shot of him pulling in.

- No!
- No, I have to pee now!

Me, too! Now! No!

No! I have to pee!

- Keep coming.
- No!

Keep coming, Dad.
You're doing great.

And...

Stop.

Freeze.

- Where's the lunch box?
- Wow.

Where's the lunch box?! Hurry!

Guys, look at the monster
Sammy caught.

I got the babies.

- Sal found babies.
- Look at that.

Sammy, Dean, come on.

There's a huge nest right there.

- Come on, guys.
- A big one, Sammy.

- Oh, God.
- Oh!

It's a whole herd of 'em.

Scorpions come in nests.

No, actually,
it's a bed of scorpions.

- No, it's a nest.

The baby scorpions
are called "scorplings."

They're twice as venomous.

That's-that's why
the lab pays more.

There's got to be
like 50 of 'em.

Well, how much is the
laboratory gonna pay for them?

50 cents per baby.

- That's 25 bucks!
- We're rich. -

Well, what are we gonna buy?

12 dollars even.

Well, it's the merit badge
for photography, not movies.

The manual says you got to tell
a story with still pictures.

Yeah, but all a movie is
is still pictures.

You just put a bunch of them
together and they move.

Okay, but what kind of movie
are we making?

Ooh. Sammy, look.
It's Janet Benedict.

Hey, go on and talk to her.
I dare you.

He already talked to her.

- No way.
- Like hell.

No way.
He actually spoke to her?

He did. He did.
He walked right up to her.

- And he...
- You went up to Janet Benedict?

- What did you say to her?
- Nothing.

Oh, come on.
Tell them what happened, Sammy.

Nothing happened.

Something happened. Come on.

Could be the same one.

"Overland." Say, I think
it is the same one.

Well, I declare.

So, uh,

Sammy kind of sidewinds his way
in her direction.

And he's trying to, um...
he-he's trying to work up

the nerve to say something
slick and smooth like,

-"Hey, Jan, baby."
- No, I wasn't.

- You're making this up.

But-but he sees that Janet's
got something on her nose.

So now he's thinking, "Cool.

Here's my excuse to go up
and talk to her."

So he goes and he says, "Hey,
uh, sorry, Janet.

It-it looks like you have
a little smudge on your nose."

- Shut up, Hark.
- But it wasn't a smudge.

- It looked like a smudge.
- And it wasn't little.

Hark, shut up!

- It was a booger!

A big, fat,

- Janet Benedict booger.

It was huge.

Hey, Sammy.

Stand and deliver.

What kind of movie
are we gonna make?

Stand and deliver.

No, keep screaming.
Keep screaming.

I need more dust. Dad, can you
grab the sandwich board?

No, no. God, no,
no more dust. No.

Reggie, stop coughing!

- I'm coughing
because there's dust. -Okay.

- More dust, fellas. -Natalie,
say, "Please don't kill me."

- All right.
- Reggie, stop coughing.

You're being dramatic.

Mr. Fabelman, you're getting
dirt inside my stagecoach.

Don't you want me
to be dramatic?

- Don't look into the camera.
- Well, we'll clean it out.

Guys, stop looking
into the camera.

- I can't use any of this.
-Dad!

Fake.

Totally fake.

- You hear it?

She has got to cut
those goddamn fingernails

before she goes
on live television.

- I have to perform this
tomorrow. -

It's a difficult piece.

It's a very big deal for me.

All I asked was for you
to keep your big traps shut

and listen
to my dress rehearsal.

Sorry, Mitz. It's wonderful.

You hear how
the rising arpeggios

- lift up the sad notes?

It's in F minor, but your mom
makes it sound so alive.

She makes it sound like
she's playing a typewriter.

Oh, no.

Not this again.

Do you hear it? Am I clicking?

I concentrate
on your playing, but...

Bu-- Oh, great. But what?

But people can hear it
in Tucson.

- Maybe I've gotten used to it.

Maybe GE should make

rubber tips for fingernails.

All right, Mitzi Fabelman.

Time to face the music.

- Oh, boy.

You stay away from me
with those things.

- It's Beethoven, damn it.
- No, no, no!

- It is not Morse code. Come on.
- No! Stop! Stop! Stop it!

He has a point, though,
especially with

the polydirectional
ribbon microphones

- they have on television
stage... -

Come on. You married her.

Dad, don't.

Do it. Do it.
Do it. Do it. Do it!

I will scratch you.
Don't think I won't!

Do you think Arthur Rubinstein

- had fingernails?

- Horowitz? Schnabel?
- Do not think about it.

- Kempff?
- No, no, no.

- Liberace.
- No, no, no, no.

- Not my nails.
- Come on, Fabelman.

Show her
who's General Electric's

- product design manager.
- No, my beautiful nails.

I paid a buck 50
at the beauty parlor for these.

Oh, no.

- One, two, three.

Get off of me, Delilah.

- Delilah?
- Okay, the fun's over.

I'll do the rest myself.

Oh.

Oh, great.

Just great.
Well, that decides it.

I'm gonna play the program
from memory tomorrow.

No sheet music, short nails,
like a real performing artist.

Did you drop your gun?

Come on.

That's me.

Real scary, Sheriff.

- Whoa.

- Whoa.

H-How'd you do that?

How'd you do that?

- Whoa!

Go, Sammy!

It's kind of like what I do,
isn't it,

what a movie director does?

- It is?
- I figure out

what my division
needs to accomplish,

then I work out how my guys
are gonna get it done.

Yeah, it is. Yeah, sort of.

How'd you make it look like
the guns were really firing?

I did it with pins.

Pins.

Yeah, I poked holes
in the film with pins.

- Sammy.
- Yeah.

Thinking like an engineer.

Watch the road, Dad.

Sammy, watch the road.

I can't edit
without an editing machine.

I have to be able
to cut and splice, and I...

Let's revisit it
after the camping trip.

It's three hours
to the national forest.

If you get your license,
you can help with the driving.

Okay.

"You are approaching
a railroad crossing

"with no warning devices
and limited visibility.

The speed limit is..."

See, the thing is, though,
about my new movie,

is that it's just...

It's about World War II,
your war.

It's gonna be, like,
out of this world.

I'm shooting on a Bolex H8.

Finally, I can use
double run film.

You know, that's six minutes

without having to
change the reel.

How much did you spend
to rent this camera?

- 20 bucks. But I used
my own money. -

- You don't have to...

And this movie editor
gizmo costs?

It's a Mansfield
eight millimeter movie editor.

How much?

- 80 bucks.
- Doggone it, Sammy!

A hundred dollars for a hobby?

It's not a hobby, Dad.

If you spent half the time
on algebra that you spend on

- these movies, you could get...
- Algebra? I hate algebra.

Why are you...

It's completely pointless.

Not if you want to make
something, it's not pointless.

Gee, Sammy, when I was a boy,
I always used to think,

-"Somebody figured out
how to make this." -Yeah.

- This car...
- Uh-huh.

...that rearview mirror,
that directional signal.

I want to make movies, though.

I mean something real.

Not imaginary.

Something someone can
actually use.

Like a driver's license.

I'm gonna vomit, Sammy!
I'm gonna vomit!

Sammy, please pull over.

She's gonna puke all over me.

--Go slower.
You are the worst driver.

You're gonna break the car.

We're on a back road going
three miles per hour.

- Calm down.
- You're doing great, doll.

You're doing very well.

Okay, watch out.
Puddle up ahead.

- So we've got three

that are strong and still green
inside, so they don't burn.

Bright green means
that they're still alive

and that they carry moisture.

And the reason that we use
the shape of the triangle

is that when
these three points connect,

if we find the center
of gravitational force,

it creates
almost perfect balance.

- Whew. Oh. -Because I'm Tutti,
and you're Frutti.

So who else
are you gonna listen to?

Okay.

- ...the pyramids, right?

- Guys, come on!
- I mean, the history

- behind this shape...

- Ah. Oh!
- ...is pretty in--

- is pretty incredible.

Oh, hello!

- Uh...
- Hi!

Wait. Let me try it...

- Let me try it like this.
- Okay, one more time.

- Yeah, after one more time.
- Okay.

-Ready?
- Hey.

Girls, I'm gonna start the fire!

- Three, two, one!
- Okay. Really big, really big!

- Go! Whoa!

I thought it was gonna break.

Oh. It's-it's happening!

You almost broke it in half.

- Heart attack!

- We'll take a schvitz
and have a... -

- Shmitz.
- And eat some...

Schnitzelpitz.

- And drink slivovitz.
- And we'll lose our wits.

- And we'll get the shits!
- And have...

- Whoa!

- -Wait.

- Exactly!

They're gonna know
that kind of FPU

is not for
industrial process control,

and it will raise
every red flag there is.

- How many bits?
- Float64.

64 bits?

Sixty-- You are nuts.

And time-sharing
for 11 operators?

They're gonna know
this is a business machine

- we're building, and we're
all gonna get fired. -

No.

Yes!

GE doesn't build
business computers.

We do heavy industry processing.

You got that
straight from the CEO.

Ralph Cordiner is gonna
skin you alive.

Once Bank of America buys in,
this will be profitable,

and that's Mr. Cordiner's job,
making money.

My job is getting Raytheon

to deliver
10,000 germanium transistors

that meet
our tolerance standards.

And your job is to get
the cabling diagrams

to Pitney Bowes
so when the time comes,

we have a sorter to hook up
to the mainframe.

Well, maybe Pitney Bowes
will hire me

after you get us both
canned from GE.

Isn't it worth getting canned

for the chance to build
a machine that can do all that?

It's worth it to you, maybe!

Sure as the Lord made
little green apples,

California, here you come.

IBM is waiting.

Are we moving to California?

- You are, any day now.
- No, no, no.

What?

IBM's asking,
and that's flattering, but...

Flattering?
Flattering!

Every guy in computer
would give his matzo balls

to get an offer.

You'll be in California

building double-precision
auxiliary units with an FP64.

I'm gonna be left
schvitzing in Arizona

- making 40-watt light bulbs.
- Hold your horses.

- Congruence? Come on. -I told
your mom it'll be up to her.

I'm not uprooting us again
unless she says yes.

Why would Mamaleh ever leave
all of this for California?

- We have the Grand Canyon.

They have the
San Andreas Fault.

Mamaleh says...

I will never leave Arizona,

and Arizona will never leave me.

Kids, avert your eyes.

- Hey, man.
- Hmm?

- Shouldn't you be filming this?
- Not enough light.

GE, living better electrically!

Mom?

Mom, everyone can see
through your dress. Um...

Reggie, get out of the way.

Dad, can you please stop this?

- Come. Sit.
- No.

Bennie, don't look!

- Oh! You're all nuts!

My mama's such a good mama.

I love you so much.

I'm right here.

I'm right here with you.

I'm holding your hand.

Can you feel that, Mama?

I just gave you a squeeze.

I love you, Mama.

Ma.

Mommy?

She opened her eyes.

Nurse.

Mommy, I'm here.
Here. I'm right here.

I'm right here, Mama.

Mommy, look at me.

Mommy, can you hear?

Oh.

Oh, oh...

It's a Mansfield
eight millimeter movie editor.

That's what you wanted, right?

Oh, my God.

Uh, now I need a favor
in return.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

- Here's the favor.

Yeah.

I want you to make
a camping trip movie.

Uh, you can learn

how the editing machine works
while you do this.

It'll make your mom feel better.

Yeah.

That last night when she danced
in the headlights,

that'd be great.

Get to it tomorrow, okay?

Um, tomorrow's
when we start shooting.

Escape to Nowhere.

We're shooting all weekend, Dad.

- I can't.
- Shoot it next weekend.

We've got like 40 guys
coming to be in the movie.

I'll-I'll w-work on all the
camping trip stuff on Monday.

I'm asking you to do this now
for your mom. She's...

Yeah, and I said that I will,
just not tomorrow, please.

Don't be selfish.
She just lost her mother.

That's more important
than your hobby.

Dad, can you stop
calling it a hobby?

It'll cheer her up,
watching this.

- It's something we can do to...
- Her mom just died.

How is that gonna cheer her up?

Because you made it for her.

Uh, something's not right.

I don't know what else to do.

Can you help me?

Hello.

Mitzi. Mitzi.

Mama?

Somebody's coming.

Mama?

M-Mama. What...

- Mama. Mam...
- You mustn't let him in.

- You mustn't let him in.
- Mama, I-I can't hear you.

I am scared.

You mustn't let him
in the house.

Mama, please. I...

Do not let him in.

- Do not let him in the house.
- What? No, I can't--

Wh-Who's coming?

Don't open the door.

Mama.

Mommy, don't go.

Don't go yet.

-You're having
a bad dream. -

- This is a lot of food, Mom.

Well, I'm upset.

Oh, my God. That crazy dream.

I can't get it out of my head.

Uh, last night, I dreamed
I got a call from my mama.

And she wanted to warn me.

- That's silly. Grandma died.
- About what?

Well, something's coming.

She wants me
to batten down the hatches.

We're never going to be able
to eat all of this.

Who is that?

It's Uncle Boris.

Hmm?

Uncle who?

Mom?

That's who she meant!

My--
That's my-my mama's brother!

Oh, he scared the crap
out of her when they were kids!

- Don't let him in!

You were in the circus?

Mama said you were
the lion tamer.

No, not at first.

At first, it was, "Podgorny,
pound in the tent pegs.

Podgorny, muck out the
pachyderms."

And then, one night,
the big cat act,

he comes down with the flu bug,
so it was, uh,

"Boris Podgorny,
in with the lions."

- He's lying, right?

- No, he's telling you a story.
- Know what it's like, huh?

Pain in the ass, sisters.

- That's rude.
- He said "ass"!

I know.

But when did you start
working in the movies?

1927.

1927-- that was The Jazz Singer.

That's the year
that talkies started.

Yeah, sure, talkies. But me, no.

I started with, um,
Uncle Tom's Cabin.

Not a talkie.

It was Harry Pollard.

He acted for Selig Polyscope.

He, uh, married
Maggie what's-her-name.

- Mm-hmm.
- He directed Uncle Tom.

Lift up your plate.

So, Pollard needed help
with the bloodhounds.

So, my pal Fleischaker was
a big name in dog acts.

- Poodles, mainly.

But, "Sure,"
Fleischaker says to Pollard.

"Yeah. Bloodhounds, poodles,
what's the difference?"

Ooh.

So, he went.

But, uh, by this time,
uh, Fleischaker,

he had it up to here
with the Jew-haters.

There was a lot of that kind
in the circuses.

Not many Jews,
lots of Jew-haters.

- Right.
- But the movies...

Oy vavoy!

Fleischaker writes to me,
"Boris," he writes.

"Boris," he writes,

"Hollywood is heimish, heimishe.

I'm in a minyan with Douglas
Fairbanks and Ricardo Cortez."

- Whoa.
-"Come to Hollywood."

So, I went.

Your wife, she don't like
doing the dishes?

Uh, piano hands.

Ah, fershteyn.

So, you like the movies,
huh, Mr. Pitselshas?

Okay, so the sergeant,
he comes over the hill here,

and I'm gonna go below him,
so we see him and the sky.

And so we don't see
what he sees,

but we do see that he's really--

Okay, so he's, like,
almost losing his mind, right?

- Mm-hmm. -'Cause what he is
seeing is totally terrible.

And then, I'm gonna turn
the camera so that we see it.

It's just in another notebook.
Hang on.

If that's the movie, uh...

you could show me instead of
describing me to death.

No, that's just
our stupid camping trip.

My dad's...

He wants me to put
this camping film together

so it'll cheer up Mom.

Because her heart is broken.

Because her mama iz toyt.

But you, Mr. Director,
you don't want to do this,

what your daddy tells you,

because you want to make
your war picture, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Believe me, Sammy boy, I get it.

Family, art.

It'll tear you in two.

You hear that?

Oh, yeah. My mom's practicing.
She's always...

Sha. You talk too much. Listen.

When she was a kid,
already she played like that.

She should have been
a concert piano player.

Little Rubinstein, she was.

She could have played...

You name it,
she could have played there.

And she...

Once, I visited her and Tina
and Menashe in Cincinnati,

and she says to me she wants
to be a great piano artist.

But she didn't do it.

Yeah, she's really good.
You know, she played on TV.

TV? Feh!

She could have played
at Musikverein in Vienna.

You see,
what she got in her heart

is what you got, what I got.

Art.

Like me. Like you, I think.

We're junkies,
and art is our drug.

Family, we love.

But art, we're meshuga for art.

You think I wanted to leave my
sisters, my mama and my papa,

and go stick my stupid head
in the mouth of lions?

Put-Putting your head
in-in a lion's mouth is art?

No. Sticking your head in
the mouths of lions was balls.

Making sure the lion
don't eat my head, that is art.

You see, Tini,
she didn't say to Mitzi,

"Go do what you gotta."

I mean, she was a good person,
my sister, but she was scared.

Scared for your mother.

- She should have safety
in the family. -Uh...

So Mitzi, she gave it all up.

Ow! Wh...

I want you should remember
how that hurt.

Because when they say all this,
when they say, "What you do?

"Oh, that's cute. It's a hobby.

It's like stamps
or butterfly collecting,"

you feel your face,
how it feels now.

Yeah, you almost pulled it off.

So you remember your Uncle Boris

and what he's telling you.

Because you're going to join
the circus, I can tell.

You can't hardly wait.

You want to be in the big top.

You'll shovel elephant shit
until they say,

"Okay, Sammy,
now ride the goddamn elephant."

Oh, you love those people, huh?

Your sisters, your mama,
your papa. Except...

Except this.

This, I think you love
a little more.

No, I don't.

Yeah.

Oh, hey.
Run all you want, boychick,

but you know I ain't
whistling Dixie here.

You'll make your movies,
and you will do your art.

And you'll remember how it hurt.

So you know what I'm saying?

Art will give you crowns in
heaven and laurels on earth.

But...

it'll tear your heart out
and leave you lonely.

You'll be a shanda
for your loved ones.

An exile in the desert.

A gypsy.

Art is no game.

Art is dangerous
as a lion's mouth.

It'll bite your head off.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Is it a wonder that Tini, she
wanted nothing to do with me?

With me, with--

Oh, Tini.

Oh, Tini! Oh, Tini.

I...

Stop, stop! Stop it!

What, you never saw
nobody grieving before?

Let's go to sleep, bubbala.

Uh, you can sleep in the bed.
I have my sleeping bag.

I'm sitting shiva for my sister.

I sleep on the floor.

Y-You want to sleep
on the floor, too?

- She was your grandma.

Tear your clothes.
Sleep on the floor.

Good night.

- Say "bye-bye."
- Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

I don't know what Mama
was so worried about.

It was a nice visit.

Yuck.

- Whoa!

- Oh!

Aw.

This is the life.

Only you can prevent
forest fires.

Mm.

Oh.

It's so beautiful,
what you made, dolly.

You really see me.

Hey, man. How about that, huh?

Hey, Sammy, that was real neat.

Die, Amerikaner!

Move! Move! Fall backwards!

Whoa!

Attacke!

- Ah! Cover!

Krauts, they're everywhere!

There's too many of them!

Turn.

Cut!

Great. Now, um...

Okay, come here. Come here.

Um, you're standing here
a minute,

looking down
at what just happened.

- A whole minute?
- I'll give you a signal

when I want you to start
to move, okay? So you're just...

Like, you mean
I should count to 60?

- What? No. No, no, no, no.
- Like, one Mississippi,

two Mississippi, and then move?

Don't-don't count to 60.

You just got to...

S-S-So... So you're all
like-like-like,

"Oh, my God."

Like, "All my men,
they're all...

they're all dead.
All my men, they're-they're..."

So you want me to,
like, act and stuff.

Well... yeah.

- Like I'm-I'm sort of sad
or something? -Right.

- Um, that's the whole point.
-'Cause my whole platoon...

R-Right, right. Your platoon.

Your... Your men!

They've been wiped out.

These guys, they're your family.

Your family's being,

- like, murdered,

and it's your fault.

You did this to them, and you...

I-I thought it was
the Nazis that...

Okay, yeah, but it was you
who gave the order

to go down into
the Valley of Death.

- Okay? You decided.
- Mm-hmm.

Nobody else. You could've...

Mm-hmm.

You could've protected them.
Okay?

'Cause they trusted you,
and they loved you.

Mm-hmm.

Now you're just looking
at this...

...at this thing
that you've done,

and... you can't
save them anymore.

Because they're all dead.

- Wow, that's, uh...
- Yeah.

...real gung ho.

Okay. Okay.

- You good?
- Lock and load.

Yeah. Yeah. Lock and load.
All right.

Good.

Uh, Sammy?

How far are you
gonna let him walk?

Cut!

Hey, that's a cut, Angelo!

- Angelo!
- Angelo!

Come back! Come back!

- He said, "Cut!"
- Angelo, hey! -Angelo!

- Bravo!

Bravo!

Sammy!

Oh, dolly!

You're not a civilian anymore.

That movie, my God.

It was...

Hi, Mrs. Fabelman.

Mr. DeMille.

Come here.

- Hey, there he is.
- Congratulations, young man.

- Congratulations.
- Hey. Hey, hey.

I guess you based it on
your dad's war stories, huh?

Sort of.
You know, but he doesn't like

- to talk about it, so...
- No, I understand.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Dad, Mom's getting a ride
with Bennie.

She'll see us at home.

Hey, that last scene with the...

Why do you like blood so much?

And are you ever
gonna make a movie

with parts for girls again?

- Yeah.
- Make a career...

- With girls,
you know, like,

because all the men stare off
into the distance all the time,

maybe a girl could save the day.

Okay, what are the five steps
to save a drowning person?

All right, one is
you swim behind the person

so they don't grab you.

Two, you throw your arm
across his chest.

- Or her chest.
- Three.

Not Sammy. He's too scared
of girls' boobies.

--Three, you swim
on your back with the victim

on your chest, using your
free arm to paddle yourself.

And speaking of boobies,
if you ever get any,

we'll have a party. Um...

And at the party,
we'll give her the booby prize.

- Ha-ha. What's four?

Um...

- Crap.

Bring the victim to land, dummy.

- Mm.
- Then five?

Call the undertaker.

This is serious business.

I got to know all of this to
get the lifesaving merit badge.

More kids die
in swimming accidents

than in any other kind
of accident.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Not everything is a big joke.

Okay, okay.
So what's step number five?

It's just--
You laugh at everything,

even when nothing's funny.

You always have to be
the center of attention.

Eat. And don't talk
with your mouth full.

I'm not eating this crud
before a swimming test.

You can get cramps in the water
if you eat before,

and you can drown
from getting cramps!

Stop shouting at her!

Sammy Fabelman, goddamn it!

For weeks now,

it has been nothing
but disrespect from you!

Disrespect?!

Why are you being
such a little shit to me?!

Damn it to hell,
I am your mother!

I wish you weren't!

Oh. Let me see.

Oh, my God.

Oh, what have I done?

Talk to me.

Oh, Sammy, please talk to me.

Tell me what's happening.

Do you have any idea
how much I love you?

Don't go.

Mom.

Mom.

I won't tell.

I won't tell. I won't.

- I won't tell.

I won't.

Sure about this?

Mm-hmm.

There you go.
Bought and paid for.

Oh. Just a second.
It's in the back.

Stocking up on Kodak
before the big move?

N-No, I'm...

Smart. Film's cheaper here
than in California.

I bet everything's
more expensive there.

You're losing
your steadiest customer.

Him and his whole family,
they're moving west.

He just sold me his camera.

Oh, yeah? How come?

Says he's finished.

Sorry about the wait, Mr. Loewy.

We had to order it special.

You bought a camera?

It's for you!

I know how much you loved
using it for your war picture,

so I figured you ought to have
one of your own.

It's, um, a "bon voyage,"
"see you later, alligator,"

"I believe in you" present
from your uncle Bennie.

Because it's from me?

This move? Huh?

This is your dad's
glory-hallelujah moment.

And, oy vavoy, Sammy,
does that guy ever deserve it.

All the way back when,
back at RCA,

he knew what computing
was gonna be about

before practically
anybody else knew it.

And IBM?

That's where guys like Burt
are figuring out

how to use what he's made to...

They're gonna change
the whole goddamn world,

so this was the right decision.

For all sorts of reasons.

Yeah, so I'm happy for you.

You know I am.

But I'm gonna miss you.

All of you, a lot.

You think whatever bad things
you want about me, kiddo,

but you stop making movies,

it'll break your mother's heart.

You will break her heart,
I mean it.

She doesn't deserve that,
not from anybody,

least of all from you.

I'll give you 35 bucks for it.

You drive a hard bargain, kid.

I'm still done
making movies, though.

Everybody makes movies
in California.

Hey!

Keep the change.

When will the new house
be finished?

A few months, in the spring.

Can I have my own room?

Everybody gets their own room.

- Yay!
- Yes!

I just remembered, last night,
I had a funny dream.

What was it?

I-I can't believe
I dreamed this.

Uh, uh, uh, Bennie and me
were having an argument,

and I hauled off and socked him
right in the nose.

What's wrong?

Is Mommy carsick?

Let's just give her
a little time.

Bennie and me, we never...

we never...

I would never let it get
as far as I imagine you think.

Oh, I never
imagined any of that.

You think Dad knows?

I don't... I don't mean...

I don't mean,
"Did you tell him?"

I know you didn't.

But...

But you think he has an inkling?

I've almost told him
so many times.

I'll say,
"Burt, there's something

I've got to tell you."

Then he looks at me
like he can't conceive

that anything
could be wrong between us,

so instead, I say,
"Burt, we got ants."

Or, "Burt, could you climb
on the roof

and turn the antenna
so I can watch channel 5?"

Which, of course, he does.

I can't fight with your father.

He kills with such kindness.

I'm mean to him,
he buys me a dress.

From Saks.

Mom, when I showed you
what I filmed,

I never meant
for any of this to happen.

Oh... mmm.

Guilt is a wasted emotion.

Hmm.

What's gonna happen now?

I'm gonna be your mom.

I'm gonna be the girls' mom.

Despite my countless faults,

I'm not ruining everything
for everyone.

I'm gonna not be selfish.

Burt Fabelman is the kindest,
smartest, wisest,

most patient, most decent,

most understanding man there is,

and I'm gonna stay married
to him.

It's only a rental.

The new house will be ready

faster than you can say
"Jack Robinson."

Jack Robinson.

And we're still here.

Just tell me if
you're going to mope

for the rest of your life

or if it's something
you plan to outgrow.

Bug off.

You're, like, going for
the misery merit badge,

you and Mom
with your long faces.

She can't even get out of bed
to make breakfast and...

Okay, new rule, guys.

Um, when we walk to school
in the morning,

let's just leave
all the Fabelman mishegoss

behind us in the Fabelmans'
moldy old rental house.

So, for eight hours a day,
let's be normal kids

in an ordinary,
normal school, okay?

Some glue
on your hand or something.

- Too easy.
- That's what I'm telling you.

It's like we got parachuted

into the land of
the giant sequoia people.

All right.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Up over! Nice dig.

Atta Johnson.

- I got it. I got it.
- Get it up. Get it up.

- Oh!
- Set, set, set, set.

- Hit it.
- Take it.

I got it.

Way to get up!

- Nice.

Nice. Attababy, Logan.

Do it again. Go again.

- Come on, boys.

- Good work, guys.

Keep the intensity. Keep moving.

Rotate. Nice, Jake.

Good job, Chris.

Fabelman, it won't hurt you.

It's a volleyball,
not a cannonball.

- Okay. Let's go. Serve.

Go!

Attababy!

That's good reactions.

Let's move. Let's...

Oh, my God, I am so sorry.
I didn't... Oh, my...

I'm gonna murder you,
you piece of shit!

Hey, Chad.

Cool it.

I am... I did not mean
to do that.

- Are you okay? I'm...
- That really hurt, asshole.

Watch your mouth, Logan.

Go fetch the ball.

Sure, yeah.

- Let's go.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, new kid.

What's your name?

Sam.

Sam what?

Fabelman.

Told you he's a kike.

He doesn't like Jews.

Nobody likes Jews.

Except other Jews, right?

So, Bagelman...

No, that's not my name.

- Don't call me that.
- So...

you gave my best friend
a concussion, Bagelman.

- No, I didn't. Leave me alone.
- Hey.

Don't argue with me.

A serious concussion.

So, how do we make you pay?

How about this? We...

You're drinking
from the fountain.

You never hear me come up
from behind you, and bam!

- I shatter your front teeth
all over the spigot. -

Hey, look at me.

He's demented, like, medically.

So watch out for yourself.

- Close the door!

- Mom got a monkey.
- Why'd you get a monkey?

'Cause I needed to laugh.

- Oh, help me with this.

The directions don't make
any sense.

Careful. Careful.

Get down!

I'll get a banana.

Save the curtains.
They're rented.

Oh.

Uh, hello.

Who are you?

He's mine.

What are we gonna call him?

Bennie. His name's Bennie.

I don't want to see
a psychiatrist, Burt.

You're scaring the kids.

You're sleeping all day.

I miss the desert.

I miss dry heat.

You haven't even unwrapped
the piano.

You aren't cooking
or shopping or unpacking.

Psychiatrists help you know

why you're feeling something.

They can't help you feel
something different.

You're behaving
like when your mother died,

like you're in mourning,
but nobody's died.

Okay.

So I'll call the monkey
some other name.

IBM's out of his league, Mitz.

Bennie was... He...

is my best friend.

But they don't need him.

This is what I know.

I don't need him, either.

Bennie wasn't your friend.

But you knew he was mine.

What does that mean?

Logan, I'm really,
really missing you.

- Hey!

- Who's there?

Who's there?

Bagelman, yo.

I left you a little snack
in your locker.

Did you like it?

Guess he wasn't hungry.

Uh, he said... he said it was...

- What'd you call it, Chad?
- Kosher.

- Kosher.
- Knock it off, moron!

We talked about this.

All right.

Come on.
We'll be late for practice.

So, what is this?
Are you Jewish?

Well...

Holy crap.
He's got the hots so bad,

he can't even talk to her.

No, I don't.

Apologize to her.

For what?

For making goo-goo eyes at her,
for drooling at her.

I wasn't drooling at her.

Then apologize to her
for killing Christ.

- Why are you encouraging him?

Go on.

Apologize to her
for killing our Lord.

Ugh. Don't go.

- Come watch me run.
- No, thanks.

- I'm not in the mood now.
- Oh, please.

I run better when you are there.

Apologize to her, you
Christ-killing son of a bitch!

I'm going home.

Go on and say sorry.

You're getting me in trouble
with my girl.

You know, obviously,
since I'm not 2,000 years old

and have never been to Rome,
I'm not apologizing.

But hey, you know, maybe, uh,
your boyfriend should

apologize to you
for making out in the stairwell

half an hour ago
with some redhead.

He-he's lying. He's...
I-I didn't do that.

I swear.

You told me
you were finished with her.

Logan, you lied to me!

Claudia.

Whoa...

You made a mistake.
Listen to me.

- You made a mistake.

- You're gonna fix it.
- Bash his head in!

Shut up, Chad, goddamn it!

Tomorrow, you're gonna
find her first thing,

and you're gonna tell her
you were lying.

Say-say you were, um, scared.

Say-say whatever you
got to say, but you tell her

it wasn't true and you did not
see me doing that.

Or I swear, I will hurt you

worse than
you've ever been hurt.

You get me?

Nod to show
you dig what I'm saying.

He won't tell me who did this.

- Ask him who did this.

Tell your father who did this,
and he will drive

to that little shit's house,
and he will beat

- the living crap out of him.
- Is your nose broken?

No, of course it's not broken.
You think I'd be sitting here

- if his nose was broken?
- Who hit you?

What do you care who it was?

It's not like
you'll do anything about it.

Tell me what happened first.

What happened is I hate it here,

and what happened is
you brought us here because...

Because I got a better job,
so we moved.

You don't even care
where you are.

You get to go to work,
and that could be in Iceland.

You're working
with your goddamn machines,

so you get to be happy
while the rest of us are mis...

- Just, come on.
- Don't.

Well, but you-you're bleeding
on the carpet.

It's a rental house.

Do you even notice
how much we hate it here,

where we're practically the
only Jewish people for miles

and everything is awful?

Do you even care
that this is your fault--

everything
that's happening now--

just because
you ran away from home

and took all of us with you?!

I came here so I could work
ten times harder

with ten times
the responsibility,

which seems to have escaped
everybody,

s-so I could build us
a nice home and...

Could everyone settle?
I want to say something.

No, no. You didn't come here
to build houses.

You didn't come here to work.
You ran away.

I think you have something
to say to me, Sammy!

And if I'm right about that,

then get it off your chest
and say it to my face!

I started therapy.

Anyways,

what I really wanted
to say is that,

about yesterday,
what I told you was...

it wasn't true, and I lied,

and I'm sorry.

But why?

- What did I ever do to you?
- Oh, no, no.

- It wasn't about you.
- Because that, like, really,

- really wasn't cool, you know?
- No, I didn't mean to hurt...

- I didn't mean to hurt you.
- Because I really love Logan.

Yeah, she cried herself to sleep

thinking he cheated on her.

You ought to be more considerate

of other people's feelings.

Okay, but Logan told me
to say I killed Christ.

- That wasn't Logan.
- What?

- That was Chad.
- Why would he do that?

Logan laughed.
He thought it was hilarious.

He's Jewish.

You don't say.

Yeah, I mean, since the day
I was circumcised.

So, how'd you know
she was a redhead?

- Oh, my God.
- Hmm?

He was making out
with Renee Reynolds?

- If you were lying...
- Mm-hmm?

...how'd you know
her hair color?

Uh...

Does it hurt?

So, you don't believe in Jesus?

Monica's, like,
totally hot on Jesus.

I can't imagine my life
without him.

Well, we've managed
for like 5,000 years,

so I guess it's possible.

Maybe we could...

I don't know, get together
and pray on it.

- What, like, you and me?

We can ask him
to come into your heart

and, you know, see what happens.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure.

- I mean...

What? Like, that would be,
like, when? Like, today?

It's a lot, huh?

It's sort of a shrine almost.

A shrine to guys.

L-Lots of guys.

They're sexy.

I guess.

I mean, not Jesus.

Jesus is sexy.

Isn't that, like,
a sin or something?

I don't know.

He came to us as a man.

A handsome young man.

He could've come as a girl
or an old man

or someone with leprosy, but...

Nobody knows
what he really looked like.

Probably, he looked like you.

Oh, because... because he was...

Jewish.

A handsome Jewish boy.

Just like you.

Let's pray.

Close your eyes.

Lord, I'm here
with my friend Sammy...

Sam.

I'm here with
my good friend Sam,

who's Jewish,
and he's a nice boy.

Lord Jesus, he's good and brave,

and he's funny, Lord, and...

and I like him.

Relax.

Ask.

Ask him to come into you.

Ask him to enter you.

Um...

hi there, Jesus.

It's me, Sam Fabelman.

If you're real, show me

- a sign or something, and...
- No, wait. You can't...

You can't ask Jesus
to do tricks to impress you.

You have to be humble.

You have to beg him to.
I'll do it.

I'm gonna beg the Holy Spirit
to come into me.

I'm gonna draw the Spirit
in with my breath.

Spirit, come into me!

Please, Holy Spirit!

I'm begging you,
sweet Holy Father,

for the sake of my friend Sammy.

Sam.

Come into us, Jesus!

Hear our prayer!

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth and take
the spirit of Christ into you.

Monica, Sammy, I made snacks.

- We're coming!

- Oh...
- Tomorrow after school,

want to meet out back
behind the bleachers?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

We can pray some more.

When I was a girl
and I felt sad,

I'd go to the zoo
and I'd watch the monkeys.

They made you laugh?

Yeah, yeah, the monkeyshines.

Oh, but there was
more to it than that.

It was...

They understand
what we've done to them,

with the cages
and the people pointing.

We share that with them,

the truth of
how cruel people are.

But if you watch them
for long enough,

you can tell they know stuff
we can't begin to imagine.

Important stuff.

And they're not gonna
let us in on it

'cause it belongs to them.

It's their own monkey business.

Theirs. It's not ours. It's...

Oh, I don't know.

Self-possession.

Right.

They belong to themselves.

If it belongs to itself,

let it go back
to where it came from.

Anyway, that's how come
I got a monkey.

And a therapist.

He throws his poop.

The therapist?

No, the monkey.

That's why I'm staying
in a hotel.

You don't have to.
We have plenty of room.

My rabbi in New Jersey says

a monkey in the house
isn't kosher.

That's why we're not
going to eat him.

Did you schedule him
for his polio vaccine?

- They can get polio?
- Pass the peas.

Well, they're susceptible
to pretty much everything

- humans are, so yes.
- He hates going to the vet.

You see, Monica, in this family,

it's the scientists
versus the artists.

Sammy's on my team.

Takes after me,
except he's got real talent.

Mom.

And he's completely terrible
at science.

Mm. And algebra.

And sports.

- Will you please stop?
- He showed me his camera.

- Is he good at kissing?

- I'll tell you later.
- Shut up!

- He sleeps with a camera
under his pillow. -No, I don't.

But he refuses
to actually shoot anything.

He should shoot Ditch Day.

- Mm. Mm-mm. -They still
don't have a photographer.

- You could volunteer.
- What's Ditch Day?

It doesn't matter.
I'm not going.

Something seniors get to do
at the end of the year.

They let us pretend like
we're ditching school,

and we all take buses
to Santa Cruz Main Beach.

You have to go! Everyone goes.

My dad will lend you his camera.

It's super fancy.

Costs like a thousand dollars.

It's called, like, a...
an "Air" something. I forget.

- Wait, not an Arriflex.
- Right.

Your dad owns
a 16 millimeter Arriflex?

Wow. Wow, okay.
So, 16 millimeter on stock...

See, usually it's the teacher
who shoots the Ditch Day movie,

- and it's a big joke. -That's
two minutes, 45 seconds a roll.

At ten bucks a roll,
for a whole day, that would be,

- like, insanely expensive.
- I owe you a graduation check.

My dad will get the school
to pay for it.

And I need to rent a
16 millimeter editing machine,

and I have no idea
how much that costs,

- so it's not gonna work.
- My dad will rent one for you.

Uh, we can rent it,
whatever it costs, right?

Burt.

Uh, what's wrong
with your Bolex?

You could afford to be
a little encouraging.

About what?

About him making movies again.

Well, I didn't say that.
I'm just talking...

- Maybe he's moved on.
- On from what?

He hasn't picked up his camera
once since we got here.

He'll be going to college
this September.

Maybe his feelings about it
have changed.

He's growing up.
I'm enthusiastic about that.

Filming is what he loves.

- I don't think him...
- Oh, Jesus Christ. I'm sorry.

Guys, can we please just
stop talking about me?

I'd think that you,
more than anyone,

should have some
understanding of what a...

Let's go to your place
or something.

Maybe your dad
can show me the camera.

- ...a vocation, a-a calling is.
- All right. All right.

We'll rent him the equipment.

He hates the beach.

That's why he doesn't want
to go to Ditch Day.

But it's not your calling.

Is that why you can't, uh,
respect it?

I have respect for everything

- he works hard doing.
- He's afraid.

He's scared if he does, those
guys will beat him up again.

What? No, I'm not. I never said
that I was scared of them.

- You don't, though.
- You got beat up?

You always dismiss
what he does, what anyone does,

that's playful or imaginative
as a pastime or a hobby.

You already won, Mitz.

I surrendered.
I'm not taking the bait.

Can you guys please
just cut it out?

- Oh, who's baiting who?
- You're embarrassing me.

I said I'd take him for his
polio shot the first five times

- you asked me, didn't I?
- Well, you say you will,

but I guess you don't mean it,
so I ask again

- and again and again.
- He's scared of shots.

- He's scared of the doctor.

I am taking the goddamn monkey
to the vet, okay?

Probably needs a tranquilizer

with all this yelling.

Can you ask your dad
about borrowing the camera?

He'll say yes.

Thank you.

I'm filming Ditch Day.

I think it's a great idea.

- Nice!

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- Don't be scared.

Your mom misses Phoenix
too much.

Tell them the truth.

And I can't leave.

This is where my work is.

I have to...

That's crazy.

You... you can't ruin everything

because you miss one place

and you're stuck someplace else.

I miss Bennie too much.

So?

We all miss him.

This is a different kind
of missing.

Because what?

You love Bennie?

- Don't you love Daddy?

Sure she does.

- Of course I love Dad.
- And I love Mom.

Then why is this
all of a sudden happening?!

Stay together.

You love each other,
and you love us,

and we don't want this.

We don't want to have to move
back and forth

and not live with both of you.

We can't. Dad, we can't.

You're always so mean to him!

That's why
you're getting divorced!

It's because of you!

Don't blame your mom.

This wasn't her idea.
It was mine.

- Don't-don't say that.
- No, it wasn't.

She just said it was because
of Bennie, so stop lying!

Both of you, stop lying!

I'm giving your mom a chance

to go back to, uh,
Phoenix to live...

I don't understand
how you can go back

to your beach blanket movie
after that.

We're different, I guess.

Is she gonna marry Bennie?

If she wants to, she will.

God, she's the most selfish
person in the world.

It must've been hard for her,
married to a...

a genius.

Dad worships Mom.

Okay.

But maybe it's hard
being worshipped by someone

you know you'll never
be as good as

or ever do anything as good as.

She...

She laughs at Bennie's jokes...

...but Dad's always
been her best audience.

Come on.

She'll be fine.

She'll tell herself everything
happens for a reason.

She'll make excuses
like she always does.

You're way more selfish
than her.

That's why you're angry at her.

It's because she's scared,

just like you, Sammy.

Out of everyone
in this out-of-control,

falling-apart family,

the one who's most like Mitzi
is you.

Wait.

Look, before I show this
to the whole school,

could you please
watch it with me?

- Hold your breath!

Here.

Oh, wow.

Did you find Jesus?

In a jewelry store.

Hey, man, look who's here.

Hey!
Let's get this party started!

- Let the festivities begin.

So, in September,
when I move to L.A.,

I'm gonna try and get work
in a movie studio.

Thought you were going
to college.

Could you...

Would you ever consider
coming with me?

I'm going to Texas A&M.

You know that.

Yes, I do.

But I thought...

...maybe you should
change your mind, because...

Because what?

- Because I love you.
- Ow!

- Sammy!
- Oh, sorry!

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

That's not possible.

- What?

N-No, it is.

- Monica, I love you.

That's impossible. Sammy...

Sam.

We only started dating like...

Everything was so normal before.

Why are you acting so...

No, because
nothing's normal now.

They're getting a divorce.

What are you talking about?

My mom and dad,
they're splitting up.

Jesus Christ! This is prom!

You can't just blurt something
out like that at prom!

Wait.

Monica!

Look, that's-that's got
nothing to do with us, okay?

- I'm not... -That's not why
I said that I love you.

- I don't know why I...
- I'm not gonna change

my whole life
and move to Hollywood

because your parents are having
marital difficulties.

You can get a refund.
I hardly wore it at all.

Are you breaking up with me?

Not at prom,
but of course, eventually.

I'm gonna pray on it.

And I'm gonna pray
really, really hard for you

because you're such a fun boy
to kiss, but...

Thank you. Thank you.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

Let's thank our band
for that great music.

Sometimes we just can't
fix things, Sam...

...and all we can do is suffer.

Now we're gonna take
a little break from the dancing

for a very special moment
for the class of 1964.

Um, Mr. Samuel Fabelman,
where are you?

Where is he?

Okay.

Bagelman!

Bagelman!

- Okay, everybody.

- Face this way. Grab a chair.

Let's all get close
to the screen.

Right up front. Very good.

Mr. Fabelman,
this is your big moment.

We're ready to watch
your Technicolor masterpiece,

"Ditch Day 1964."

And as they say way down south
in Hollywoodland, "lights..."

Uh, "lights, camera, action!"

- Oh, no!

- Aw.

Whoo! Let's go! Come on!

No, no, no, no, no.

Logan, you were so incredible
up there.

It was amazing.

Why'd you do that?

What?

Why'd you make me
look like that?

- In the film?
- Yes, in the film!

Oh, shit! Shit.

What's the matter with you?

I've been a...
a total asshole to you.

- I broke your nose, and then...
- You didn't break my nose.

- Then you go and make me look
like-like that. -You almost--

- You didn't break it.
- What's wrong with you?

Logan, all I did was hold the
camera, and it saw what it saw.

Oh, bullshit! Fabelman,
you made me look like...

like this golden kind of thing.

- Yeah? -And Claudia,
she just kissed me.

- Mazel tov.
- In front of the whole school.

- Okay, great. -I treat her
shittier than I treat you,

- and now she wants to...
- You're welcome, man. Jesus...

No, no. Don't...
Don't go. Don't go.

I want to know why you did that.

I don't know. I ought to have
my head examined.

Am I supposed to feel bad now

about all that shit
we did to you?

Do you feel bad
about all that shit?

That's none of
your goddamn business!

-'Cause you should feel bad
about... -Oh, right!

That's why you did it. You want
me to feel like crap about...

I wanted you to be nice to me
for five minutes!

Or I did it
to make my movie better.

I don't know why.

You are the biggest jerk
I've ever met in my entire life.

I have a monkey at home
that's smarter than you!

You dumb, anti-Semitic asshole!

I made you look like
you could fly.

But I can't fly.

I can outrun any guy
in Santa Clara County,

and I worked real hard
to do that.

But you... you make me feel
like I'm some kind of failure

or a phony or...
or like I'm supposed to be

some guy I'm never gonna be,
not even in my dreams.

You took that guy,
whoever he is,

wherever you got him from,
and you put him up there

on that screen
and told everyone...

everyone that that's me.

And that's not me.
That's... It's...

Goddamn it. Goddamn it.

Jesus, it wasn't supposed
to make you upset.

I didn't mean to freak you out.
I didn't mean...

Who cares what you meant?

Fabelman!

Oh, shit.

You liar! You backstabbing liar!

I'm gonna beat your...

You totally bought it,
his whole snow job.

You ate it up. You moron.

Logan, you are so conceited
and dumb.

Is something about to happen?

You like living dangerously,
Fabelman.

No, I don't.
I really, really don't.

Yes, you do.

But you tell anybody
about me getting, um...

upset, that would be a mistake.

Our secret.

Okay?

Definitely.

Unless I make a movie about it.

Which I'm never ever gonna do.

You never...

What's it like?

It kind of shows you how
out of control everything is

and how y-you're not
in charge of anything.

A-And how it doesn't matter.

I better not.

In my head, everything's
already out of control.

- You're full of shit.

I got to split.
Claudia's waiting for me.

Life's nothing like the movies,
Fabelman.

Maybe not.

But hey, in the end...

you got the girl.

Must have been some night.

Did Monica like the corsage?

- Yeah.
- Well, I told you she would.

That time when I hit you...

In-in Phoenix, when I...

Oh, God. You remember.

Not really.

Oh, for the love of God,
it's not like

I spent my whole life
hitting you.

Once. I hit you once.

It should've been memorable.

Before the swimming test.

Yes, before the swimming test!

Yes. Well, I-I...

I s-slapped you on your back...

...as hard as I could.
I screwed up your tryouts,

and you-you couldn't get
your merit badge,

and then you couldn't make
Eagle Scout.

- Ma, I made Eagle Scout.
- And I...

- It wasn't a big deal.
- Well, I left a goddamn mark

on your skin
in the sh-shape of my hand.

And I need you to say
you forgive me for doing that.

- Well, okay. I forgive you.
- Because... Because...

- Because you're my kid.
- Mom, I forgive you.

And-and-and my kids
mean more to me than...

- Mom, I forgive you.
- ...anything else on the Earth.

- I forgive you.
- Because...

Please, please. Because how
am I ever gonna forgive myself?

- I can't.
- Mom, I-I-I...

I forgive you.

The eggs are burning.

Oh, God.

I'm doing this thing.

And I-I don't know
if it's the right thing,

but it's a life-and-death
thing for me.

And I'm sorry,
but everybody else

is gonna have to hang on
for dear life.

And somehow,

we will survive this, all of us.

Even your father,
who I adore with all my heart.

He deserves so much better
than what I'm doing, but...

...but Bennie needs me, dolly.

And I need him.

So much so that without him,

I'm turning into someone
I don't know

and none of you
will know me anymore.

I'll just be that hateful person

who did that terrible thing
to your back.

And yes, this is the most
selfish thing I have ever done,

but I've got to do this now
because, Sammy...

...you do what your heart
says you have to,

'cause you don't owe anyone
your life.

Not even me.

Oh... Are they ruined?

I-I-I can make some more.

Oh, no, no, no.

I like 'em burnt.

So, Monica dumped me.

She did?

Yeah, after I told her
about the divorce.

Huh?

Probably shouldn't have
asked her to marry me.

- You did not.
- Oh, but...

- Oh. You did?

- In so many words.
-Poor girl.

Dad?

Hey, Dad, I'm home.

Sammy?

I think I'm having
a heart attack.

- Come here.

It's a panic attack.
Your mother gets them.

- What did you do when she'd
get them? -I made her tea.

Okay.

Plus, you're exhausted.

You don't sleep.

I hear you walking around
all night

or typing those letters,

and the three hours' drive
to the college

- every day and back, it's...
- Oh, no, no, no.

I can't go back to that dorm.

Maybe your roommate
settled down.

He voted for Goldwater.

I can't go back.

Dad...

I don't know...

what to do anymore.

I don't want to disappoint you,

and I promised
that I'd stick it out,

but two years is like forever,
and I hate school.

- Like, a lot.

And I want to get work
on a movie or a TV show,

so I send out all those letters,

but nobody ever writes back.

And my life is just
going by so fast,

but it's not getting anywhere.

Concentrate on sipping.
It'll calm you down.

Here. Uh...

You can go through the mail
while I get the soup hot.

It's from Mom.

It's just a bunch
of goofy photos

from some kind of block party.

Dad?

Dad, what's...

Oh, Dad, I didn't mean to...

If you hate school so much,
don't go.

But... Dad, we need...

I don't know.
I would like you to

because this film thing...
I don't know.

Maybe I should have
put my foot down about it

years ago, but...

I know you're gonna work
like the dickens

on whatever you wind up doing

because you're a chip
off the old block.

We're never not going to know
each other, Sammy.

How do you know that?

You and Mom don't anymore.

Yes, we do.

We always will.

I know it because...

...we've gone too far
in our story

to actually say "the end."

Uh, you missed something
in the mail.

Good news?

They've ordered 32 half hours,

Fridays at 8:30 p.m. on CBS,
starting September 17th.

We already have six shows
in the can.

It's like Stalag 17
or The Great Escape,

- except it's funnier.
- Mm.

And it's for television.

- And it's funny.
- Yeah.

Or at least I pray to God
that it's funny.

Hogan's Heroes--
that's the title.

What do you think?

- Pretty catchy, right?
- Catchy. Yeah.

And if all goes well,

I might be able to offer you
something next season.

Maybe assisting an assistant
to an assistant.

You don't want to be
in TV anyway.

Um, your letter said as much.

By the way, I love this letter.

- Oh.
- I used to write a whole bunch

of these letters
when I was your age.

You want to make movies.
Am I right?

Well, yeah. Yes, I do.

But look, I'm just happy
to start anywhere,

- and-and that doesn't...

You know who you need to meet?

I mean, not for a job,
'cause he doesn't do that.

How would you like to meet

the greatest film director
who ever lived?

And he's right across the hall.

Come on.

Wait here a minute.

Um, this is Nona.

Nona's gonna look after you.

Um, he's not here. He's...

- He's at lunch.
- Right.

- You want to wait?
- Yeah, he'll wait.

Sit.

Good luck.

Could be hours.

All right, kid,
you got five minutes.

Probably one. Stand up.

Hey. L-Lose the tie.

You'll stand a better chance.

They tell me you want to be
a picture maker.

Um, yes, sir, I do.

Why?

This business,
it'll rip you apart.

W-Well...

Mr. Ford, I...

So, what do you know
about art, kid?

I-I love your movies so much.

No. Art.

See that painting over there?

Uh, yeah. I mean yes.

Yes, I do see it.

Walk over to it.

Well, what's in it? Describe it.

Oh, okay. Um...

So, there are two guys,

and they're on horseback,

and they're looking
for something.

So maybe they're scouting...

No. No.

Where's the horizon?

The-the horizon?

- Where is it?
- Yeah, it's at the bottom.

That's right.

Walk over to this painting.

Well?

Right, okay.
So, there are five cowboys.

- You know, they could be
Indian... -No, no, no, no, no!

Where's the goddamn horizon?

Um, it's-it's there.

- Where?
- At the top of the painting.

All right, get over here.

Now, remember this.

When the horizon's
at the bottom,

it's interesting.

When the horizon's at the top,

it's interesting.

When the horizon's
in the middle,

it's boring as shit.

Now, good luck to you.

And get the fuck out
of my office!

Okay.

Thank you.

My pleasure.