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Mom and me
versus you and Dad.

Long.

That
looked pretty good.

It was out.

It did look good.

Frank, it was out.

It's my call.
Out.

If you can, try and hit
it at your mother's backhand.

It's pretty weak.

Got it.

Yes!

Don't gloat, Walt.

Five games to three, us.

Fuck!

Come on, Bernard.

Bernard, don't curse.

I'm cursing at myself.

- Nice shot.
- Thanks.

Walt, watch out.

It's part
of the game, Mom.

Fifteen-love.

Ow!

Joan, I'm sorry.
It was an accident.

You gotta get
a second serve.

Frank.

Did you just put
that peanut up your nose?

Cashew. Yes.

Pickle, that is such an
idiotic, stupid thing to do.

No, it's out.

I got it.

We're reading A Tale
of Two Cities in English.

Is that any good?

It's minor Dickens.

Popular in schools.

But I think David Copperfield
or Great Expectations

is much richer.

What is it about
high school that you read

all the worst
books by good writers?

You should read it yourself
and see what you think of it.

I don't wanna waste my time.

What are you doing?

Just fixing up the couch.

Did you sleep there?

Yeah, our bed is
hurting my back.

Isn't the couch
worse than the bed?

For backs?

No. This is better.

When does Mom's
story come out in the magazine?

It's not a magazine.
It's a literary journal.

Next month, I think.

It'll be weird having
two writers as parents.

Yeah, well,
Dad influenced her.

She never wrote
before she met him.

I haven't read
any of Dad's books.

I've looked at them.
They're great.

They're very dense.

I think he
needs a new agent.

It's been too long
since his last book.

But the publishing world
isn't receptive always to real

literary talent.

Maybe Mom will
be famous instead.

No, Dad's the writer.

Maybe Mom's better.

That's way off base, Frank.
That's way off base.

Ivan hit
with Arthur Ashe once.

Wasn't he ranked,
like, 402 or something?

Ivan could've
been a champion if he

hadn't hurt his knee.

Okay, my brother,
let's see some groundstrokes.

You gotta ease
up, my brother.

I mean, Jimmy Connors
hits as hard as he can,

but we can't all get
away with that, right?

All right, let's
see the backhand.

Two hands.
Two hands.

Hey, my brother.

Who taught you these
junkyard strokes, huh?

My Dad.

He's self-taught.

I heard that.

Hey, Bernard.

You teaching my brother
here these junkyard chip shots?

A one-handed
backhand is an elegant stroke.

My brother here doesn't
want a weak chip shot

for a backhand.

I don't care.

It's McEnroe's stroke.

He's the master
of the chip game.

All right, fellas,
that's it for today.

Ivan, you wanna hit a little?

I got a few minutes.

Frank, you
and Carl hang out.

Give me your racquet.

Are you interested
in any arts?

I wouldn't mind being a pro.

It's very hard to be
a professional player.

As good as even Ivan is,
he's not in a league with

McEnroe or Connors.

Oh, I don't
mean a pro like that.

I mean, like a
pro at the bubble.

Like Ivan.

You don't wanna be a pro.

I'm sure I've
lost my parking space.

We're gonna have
to drive around.

- Can you drop me off?
- No.

I picked you up, the
least you can do is

ride around with me.

Terrific, honeys.

Walt, did you
write that song?

Yes.

Frank had some
good ideas too.

Very dense.
Very interesting.

Yeah.

I signed up for the talent
thing they have at school.

Great.

Just make sure
you practice a lot.

Mom, I'll be fine.

Just remember, you're gonna
be in front of a lot of people.

Don't ruin the
whole thing for me.

You'll win.

And if you don't win,
something's wrong with them.

Which is probably
the case, actually.

People can be very stupid.

I'll get it.

Walt, you wanna come to my
class tomorrow after school?

Yeah.

Could I come?

You have tennis.

You're gonna be doing
that, which is its own thing.

Look how young Dad looks.

That's funny.

Dad, can I have this?

Okay.

Would you write
something in it?

Thanks.

I absorb sex indiscriminately,
numb and impartial.

I suck men of
their interiors.

A fuck that unites John,
Dan, Scott, whomever

in the popular lust and paternal
hunt for my possession.

He was a large man,
though his arms were thin.

The upper part
soft, but not fleshy.

Like a young woman's.

He had long, delicate
fingers and plump palms similar

to a raccoon's.

With what is best described
as finesse, he plied the meat

from a crab claw and sucked
oysters from their shells."

She's a very
risky writer, Lili.

Very racy.

I mean, exhibiting her cunt
in that fashion is very racy.

Lili has her influences
in postmodern literature,

a bit derivative of Kafka.

But for a student,
very racy.

Did you get
that it was her cunt?

Oh, yeah.

Did you like it?

Yeah. A lot.

You'd like Kafka,
one of my predecessors.

Particularly
The Metamorphosis.

Metamorphosis?

No fucking spaces.

I'll keep you
company while we look.

Thank you.

Dad, what were your
wives like before Mom?

Wife, really.

The first one was annulled.

I was 19.

What was she like?

The annulled one?

No, the one
you'd call a wife.

Difficult.

That's Mom.

Yeah, that's Mom.

What was she wearing?

No, I guess I've
seen that before.

What are you writing?

I'm working on
the Peugeot story.

Did you take my
note about the ending?

Some of it.

Does he still die?

Yeah.

Then you didn't take my note.

Uh, boys, make sure you
come home right after school.

Why?

We're having a
family conference.

What's that?

A talk.

Just come home.

What about?

We'll go over it tonight.

Can't you give us a hint?

No, just... Tonight.

We'll go... Everything...
We'll go over it tonight.

Just waiting
for your mother.

Mom.

Sorry.

Okay.

Okay. All set?

Yes.

Okay.

Your mom and I...

Okay, yeah.

Mom and I are going...

We're going to separate.

You're not gonna be
leaving either of us.

We're gonna
have joint custody.

Frank, it's okay.

I've got an elegant
new house across the park.

Across the park?

Is that even Brooklyn?

It's only five
stops on the subway.

It's an elegant block.

The fillet of
the neighborhood.

We'll have a
Ping-Pong table.

I don't play Ping-Pong.

We will both
see you equally.

How will that work?

We're splitting up the week.

Why?

Because I love you, and
I wanna see you as much

as your mother does.

But there's seven days.

Right.

So how will you split
evenly with seven days?

Oh, I've got you Tuesday,
Wednesday and Saturday

and every other Thursday.

Every other?

That's how we each
have you equally.

That was your father's idea.

Don't do this.

How will we get to school?

There's a subway four
blocks from the house.

Four or five.

No more than six blocks.

And what about the cat?

Shit, the cat.

We didn't discuss the cat.

Your father will pick
him up on those days

when you're switching houses.

I'll have to drive here
two additional times a week?

You got a place on
the other side of the park.

If you'd gotten a place near
here, it wouldn't be a problem.

This neighborhood's
gotten very expensive, Joan.

It's very painful for me to
stay in this neighborhood.

You know that.
Don't be difficult.

I feel banished.

Oh, Pickle.

Dad, what will
happen with the cat?

We'll figure something out.

Is it because Dad isn't as
successful as he used to be?

Now that you're publishing
and he isn't, is that it?

That's not a
nice thing to say.

Because this is a great
family and I don't know why

you're screwing it up.

If we could avoid it,
I would.

Why are you doing this now?

You've been
together 16 years.

Seventeen.

I can't imagine living
with you guys like this.

Don't most of your friends
already have divorced parents?

Yeah, but I don't.

Well, now you do.

I think you're
doing a foolish thing.

I understand how
unhappy you are.

I'm unhappy too.

And I don't want you or Frank to
blame yourself for any of this.

It has nothing
to do with you.

Shh.
It's okay.

Go back to sleep.

Are those your books?

Yes.

These are my books.

Why are they
going under my bed?

Because I bought them,
and I don't wanna lose them.

We'll put them back on the
shelf when your father leaves.

Until things are certain,
I don't think we should say

anything to anyone yet.

Why?

Because we never know.

And I don't want
people to know our business.

I told Carl.

Already?

I called him last night.

I also told Matt and Dale.

And Dale?

Shit, now everyone will know.

Jesus, Frank.

Mom says we
should tell people.

Yeah, Mom doesn't
have to go to school.

Stop crying.

Joint custody blows.

I was told it's better.

It's miserable.

My parents didn't wanna
uproot me and Rebecca.

So we stayed in the
house and they both

took separate apartments and
switched off coming to us.

Then my mom met Dexter.

My dad freaked out.

And then they sold the
house, and I go back

and forth anyway.

God, joint custody blows.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah, I forgot to take these.

She has a few of
my books still.

She went around writing her
maiden name in all the books

when she knew we
were splitting.

But these were
definitely mine.

Are you and Walt
stealing from Mom?

These were mine, Frank.

Watch it!
Jesus!

Hey, brother.

Walt.

Bernard, Joan says
you have a check for me.

She said that?

No, tennis is hers.

In our separation agreement
it says she handles tennis and

winter coats.

I do sneakers and camp.

Okay.

I'll take it up with her.

Walt.

Ivan's a bit of a
half-wit, isn't he?

It was important to
me to have a place

like your mother's.

I'm gonna cook and run the
household like you're used to.

This is nothing
like our house.

You mean, your mother's house.

What?

This is nothing
like your mother's house.

That's what I just said.

No, you said, "Our house."
That's your mother's house.

This is your house too.

No, this is your house.

It's our house.

I hate Nastase.

You know that.

Ivan met Nastase and
said he was an asshole.

Well, I couldn't
find Vitas Gerulaitis.

I have a Vitas poster at home.

At Mom's.

And all my turtles.

We can get you some turtles.

I know you like amphibians.

Turtles are reptiles.

Here's a desk for
you to do your homework.

Dad, this is for a lefty.

Dad got me a lefty desk.

Frank, don't be difficult.

We need to be
supportive of Dad.

I hate it here.

Don't be a chick.

You can get a
righty desk later.

Why do I want a
desk at home anyway?

I don't want a chalkboard
or a bell going off every

45 minutes either.

Well, he
likes being with us.

He likes having
us in the house.

You got books.

I didn't get books.

Because these are the
books Dad knows I like.

I wanna go back to Mom's.

Why do you
wanna go to Mom's?

She caused this, chick.

I'm not "chick."

Yes, you are.

And you don't know what
you're talking about, chick,

this is Mom's doing.

Stop calling me chick!

Didn't Mom tell us
they'd never get divorced?

Yeah.

So Mom's a liar.

Ow! Fuck!
That hurt!

Ow.

I'm not being a chick,
you fucking ass man.

You're hurting me,
really hurting me.

Ow.

One turtle would've
made a difference.

You live in
Park Slope, right?

My mom does.

And I do sometimes.

I'm also gonna live on
the other side of the park

half the time.

Prospect Heights?

I'm not sure what
the neighborhood's

called, actually.

The street's Stratford Road.

My dad's moving there.

I hear it's the
fillet of the neighborhood.

You like Franz Kafka?

I don't know him.

He's great.

The Metamorphosis
is a masterpiece.

Sounds good.

Yeah, it is.

Have you read
This Side of Paradise?

No, but it's minor Fitzgerald.

Is it?

I loved it.

Well, it's a minor work.

Gatsby is his masterpiece.

And Tender is the Night
has dazzling moments.

Last Tycoon, had
he finished it...

I hope you like it.

Your notes were
awesome, Bernard.

I loved your idea for the
change in tense at the end.

Yeah, I think it could
be the coup of the story.

I reread A Hunger Artist
on your suggestion

and stole a couple things.

See if you can spot them.

Good story to steal from.

Fuck!

Frank.

Sorry.

How long were you and
Mom not getting along?

Oh, a couple of years.

I thought we would work it out.

I wanted to.
I tried.

As you know, I tried very hard.

Your mother ultimately
wasn't interested in that.

Why not?

I think it has very
little to do with me.

Shit!
Fucker!

Frank!

She could never
make up her mind.

She'd pull away and then
she'd get angry at me for not

being more aggressive.

Her affair with that man
Richard made it difficult

finally for me
to save the marriage.

It became a fait accompli.

Affair?

With Richard.

Who's Richard?

Oh, a man from
the neighborhood.

I think she met him at one
of Frank's Little League games.

A shrink.

Seems sort of
like an ordinary guy.

Not an intellectual.

How long was she
having the affair?

About four years.

You're kidding.

No. I thought you knew this.

No. No.

Fuck that cock shit!

Frank, you gotta
relax, my brother.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, honeys.

What are you doing?

Just changing
things around a bit.

I've come by to tell you
I'm not staying here anymore.

Why?

You know why.

No, I don't.

Frank, do you know why?

No.

Why don't you tell me, Walt?

Because you cheated on Dad.

How did you hear that?

Your father told you.

Yeah, he told me.

Why did you, Mom?

I was having a hard time.

Where were we
during all this?

Did you bring men home?

Not while... Not...

Not when your
father was in town.

You actually met
Richard, both you boys.

He came over
for takeout once.

You talked about the Stones.

Oh, God.

Under our noses.
Like a brothel.

Men coming in and out.

Walt, shut up.

If you want me to
explain, I will.

I don't wanna hear about it.

I do.

Well, Walt doesn't, so
I'm not gonna say anything.

Walt can leave.

You disgust me.

You weren't even a
writer until recently.

You bailed on Dad because
he's not as successful as he

used to be and hasn't gotten
the recognition he deserves.

You sound like your father.

I'm glad.
You disgust me.

You're being a shit, Walt.

I'm taking the cat.

You can't have him.

It's his night here.

Okay, you can kiss me now.

No, the moment's ruined.

Maybe I'll go
sneak up and surprise Chrissy.

It's not her birthday.

She also had an
affair with some therapist.

I don't wanna know.

And Otto's father, Don.

Otto's father?

Yeah, but it's over.

She said the affairs have
kind of been miserable for her.

She's dating now,
but nothing serious.

She's crazy.

She should keep her
affairs to herself.

I'm not going back to Mom.

You have to, joint custody.

Fuck joint custody.

Is Mom letting
you drink soda?

Beer.

Since when do
you drink beer?

Since recently.

You think Don
and she did it?

I don't wanna
think about it.

Imagine Don's
dick in Mom's mouth.

Who are you?

Stop it.

Do you think they do that?

You think she gets
anal sex from Don?

Stop, okay.

It's disgusting.

Don't.

We have the
same bone structure.

No.

You have your
dad's features.

Really?

Fuck it.

Frank.

I thought I had
your bone structure.

No.

You're ugly.

Pickle, why
would you say that?

Because I think it's true.

I think Carl
thinks you're ugly.

I'm not though, sweetie.

I found out
something last night.

What's that?

That your dad
was fucking my mom.

What?

You heard me.

Supposedly going on for a
year or so about 2 years ago.

Huh.

I'm so horrified by this.

Thanks.

No, I don't
mean by your mom.

She's very attractive.

It was just an affair.

A fuck.

We're not gonna be brothers.

She said your dad's
pretty fucked up with women.

Why'd she
sleep with him then?

I don't know.

Because she's an asshole.

Oh, I read
The Metamorphosis.

You were right, it's great.

Oh?

Yeah.

I mean, so bizarre.

What do you think is happening
at the end, with the sister?

Oh, yeah, I think she's...

I mean, it's
ambiguous, really.

Yeah.

I mean, it's gross
when he turns into a bug,

but I love how
matter-of-fact everything is.

Yeah, it's very Kafka-esque.

Because it's
written by Franz Kafka.

Right.

No, I mean, clearly.

It would have to be.

Oh, you're shoving
the whole tongue in me.

Oh.

No, it's okay.

Just do it a little...
Like, little licks.

Like this?

Yeah.

I wish you didn't have so
many freckles on your face.

I mean, not really, though.

I'm
feeling kind of feverish.

Do we have any Tylenol?

I don't know.

I didn't see any.

Then there isn't any.

Can we get some?

Is this enough?

Get a small one.

Three fifty-seven.

I don't have enough money.

Okay.

I got it.

You have any change?

Wanna play Ping-Pong?

I'm gonna lie down.

One game.

Fucking shit.

Nineteen-seven.

Have you given more thought
to what you're interested in?

Come on.

You have to try.

It's no fun for me
if you don't try.

I wanna be a
tennis pro like Ivan.

Oh, come on, you
don't wanna be a tennis pro.

Why not?

It's not serious.

I mean, McEnroe.

Borg is an artist.

It's like dance.

Connors has
a brutish brilliance.

But at Ivan's level...

Ivan is fine, but
he's not a serious guy.

He's a philistine.

What's a philistine?

It's a guy who doesn't
care about books or interesting

films and things.

Your mother's brother
Ned is also a philistine.

Then I'm a philistine.

No. You're interested
in books and things.

You liked The Wild Child
when we saw it.

Lots of people
liked that movie.

No, I'm a philistine.

When am I going to
meet the famous Sophie?

I don't know.

She's not gorgeous,
but she's cute.

You have plenty of time
to sleep with gorgeous women.

Goddamn it!

They fell on the floor.

When my first
novel came out,

I had a lot of opportunities.

I was with your
mother, so I didn't partake.

And I've never had an affair
with a student, though many

have come on to me.

That's why you might not
wanna be attached at your age.

It sounds like
Sophie's good for now.

Why'd you yell,
"Goddamn it"?

I burned myself.

The cutlets are great.

Dad, did you hear
from that agent?

Mm, not yet.

But if he likes your novel,

then you get it
published, right?

Basically.

What happened to
your old agent, Fred?

He pissed me off.

Made a disparaging remark
about the Knicks at a party.

Said they played like thugs.

I found it really offensive.

He's kind of a jerk.

I think it was important
to your mother that I achieve

some sort of
commercial success.

And when I didn't meet her
expectations in that area...

What you're going
to witness is

a Greenberg family tradition.

Friday night
Chinese at Hunan Palace.

I hope you're prepared.

Hey.

Hey.

Why'd you let go of my hand?

What?

When we passed
Wendy, you let go.

I didn't realize.

Walt, is there anything
special you'd like to order?

Oh, no, I'm just happy to
have the same amount of dishes

as people.

In my family, it's
always one dish less

the number of people.

That's our family tradition,
not ordering enough food.

That's funny.

Oh, he's funny, Sophie.

I know.

You're early.

Hi, Joan.

Don't feed him
the generic stuff.

What?

Frank says you're
feeding the cat generic food.

Get Purina,
it's what he likes.

It's the same
damn thing, Joan.

It's not, but...

He's my cat too.

You remember when he
got stuck in a wall

in New Hampshire
and I rescued him?

I know how to handle him.

It was a radiator.

What?

He got stuck in a radiator.

You trimmed your beard.

Yeah, it was starting
to get a little feral.

You look well.

Yeah?

Thanks.

Things are good here.

Teaching is going well.

And I'm playing the
best tennis of my life.

Maybe that's an illusion,
but it feels that way.

That's good.

Hey, I was thinking we
should sit together at Walt's

performance next month.

Okay, I think it'd be
nice for him if we're

both there together.

Maybe we could
all go out afterwards.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Okay, maybe.

I think he's
getting good at guitar.

I know.

The stuff he's
writing is really wonderful.

Have you met his girlfriend?

No.

He talks about her
with me, though.

Good.

I'd appreciate
it if you didn't...

tell him about
things like Richard.

My father told
me you called him.

I did, yeah.

He said you...

He said you were upset.

Yeah.

I wanted to...

I like him.

You know that.

I just wanted to
say... I don't know.

I just wanted to say hello.

He called me right after.

He said: Bernie, I think you
can save your marriage.

I told him I didn't
think there was anything

else I could do.

I did try everything.

Bye, Bernard.

Bernard?

I was wondering if you
knew of any apartments.

I'm being kicked
out of my sublet.

Unless I, I don't know, blow
the super, I'm out on my ass.

Oh, I don't.

No.

I guess you
don't know either, huh?

Oh, uh, no.

Actually, I have an
extra room in my house.

You could stay there
'til you find something.

You wouldn't have
to blow your super.

Oh, wow, I guess...

I'd hate to put you out.

No, no.

Or your kids.

- No.
- No.

The Mother and the Whore.

Looks like a cool movie.

It's a classic.

I had it in my room.

Bathroom's right
across the hall.

You'll have
share it with the kids.

But they can come
upstairs and use mine.

I don't care.

As long as Walt
remembers to put the seat down.

Thank you, Bernard.
Thank you, Walt.

Joan tells me
you don't like your sheets.

They're fine.

And that you disapprove
of the food I feed the cat.

You should tell me
these things, not her.

Fuck!

Fifteen.

Fifteen-twenty.

Motherfucker!

My serve.

I wasn't ready.

Yes, you were.

Frank, I was not ready.

This is Mother Hubbard.

There is nothing
to eat or drink.

No soda.

We're not allowed soda.

Goddamn it!

I guess there's
two kinds of parents:

Those who allow soda
and sugar cereal,

and those who don't.

We're not supposed to
use the paper towels

to wipe our hands.

The cloth is for that.

You're cute.

Thanks.

I don't
believe this shit.

Shit!

Good game.

It's hard to
beat your father.

Hey!

Watch it!

Suck my dick, ass man.

Where you going?

Uh, the movies.

And then to a
party with Sophie.

What are you gonna do?

Oh, I don't know.

Frank won't leave his room.

He's being difficult.

You wanna come to the movie?

Okay.

Not the party,
but the movie.

So we were
thinking Short Circuit.

Blue Velvet is supposed
to be quite interesting.

I love you!

Love me!

He put his disease in me.

Tell me it's all right.

I opened myself to you.

No.

Stop, Frank.

No.

A student of mine writes
very racy short stories

you might like.

Oh.

She has one that
chronicles her vagina.

Dad.

That sounds interesting.

Very feminist,
but very interesting.

Uh-huh.

Frank, I'm back.

Frank?

What were you doing?

I was going to Mom's.

You don't do
that on my night.

Ever.

You hear me?

Yes.

I'm your father.

You listen to what I say.

But you were out.

It's still my night, damn it.

Okay, okay.

Shit!

Someone's taken my space.

Goddamn it.

Son of a bitch.

Sorry.

Frank!

Hello?

Frank, what
are you doing here?

It's not your night with me.

I don't wanna look like Dad.

Looks aren't everything.

It's not your
night with me, sweetie.

Did you have a party?

I celebrated.

Knopf is
publishing my novel.

Pickle, you should
be at your dad's.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I need some nights
without you guys sometimes.

What's up, brother?

Nothing.

Hello?

He just took off and
went to your mother's.

It's my night, he knows that.

You ever think we could ease
up on whose night is whose?

I wanna see you guys.

I love you.

Did you like Sophie?

Yeah. I think she's fine.
Is she a Knicks fan?

I don't know.

You think she's pretty?

Sure, yeah.

But she's not
the type I go for.

You just have to decide
if you wanna be attached.

It's good to play
the field at your age.

Lili is pretty.

Mmm.

Would you go ring the bell?
I hate walking up those steps.

It's very uncomfortable
for me.

Very painful.

I used to
live in this house.

As you know.

Pickle, your dad and Walt
are here and they're gonna take

you back to Bernard's.

I'll be right out.

I'm sorry about...

I'm sorry about your
seeing Ivan like this.

I would've liked to have
told you before you saw him.

Your mother.

I wanted to tell you about
Ivan so you don't hear it from

anyone else.

Frank may have
already said something.

Yeah, he did.

I've been seeing
him a short time.

But I like him.

And I thought you
guys should know that.

And do you
have any questions?

No.

Um, there was
something else I was gonna say.

I ran into Celia,
Lance's mother, on the street,

and she was telling me how
wonderful she thinks you are.

How polite and funny and...

She said you did
something with the salt

and pepper shakers.

A little play or something?

Yeah. It was kind of stupid.

I said, "I already know
all those things about him.

But it's nice to hear it."

I remember what
else I was gonna say.

I wanted to know if
you'd be interested

in coming to dinner
Saturday, because I'm having

the Dicksteins over...

No.

I'm going to a party on
Saturday and I'm sleeping

at Jeffrey's.

That's okay.
I'm gonna go to bed.

Okay.

Good night, Chicken.

Night.

You think she likes you?

I get a feeling, yeah.

What about Sophie?

If I can lose it to
Lili, I'll do it.

I mean, I bet
she's great in bed.

She can probably
move her pussy muscles

just the right way so you
blow your load in seconds.

Yeah. It'd be pretty great.

Maybe do them both.

Why not?

Hey, brother.

How's the grip?

Do you think you
and I are philistines?

Frank.

What's a philistine?

Someone who doesn't
like books or interesting

movies or things.

You're still here.

It's my night with him.

I know.

I just thought
I'd watch him hit.

You married?

No.

The whole
thing's very complicated.

Mom's dating Ivan.

Really?

Ivan, back there Ivan?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Why didn't
you say something?

Why is your mother
dating all these jocks?

Very uninteresting men.

Ivan is very interesting.

Ivan's not a serious
possibility for your mother.

I think he is.

I don't wanna badmouth Ivan.

But I don't know
what Joan is thinking.

- I think Ivan...
- Frank.

- Ow, ow.
- Sorry.

Is that too hard?

Yeah, a bit.
A bit.

Okay.

Is that better?

Yeah.

That's good.

That's...

Oh, oh...

Um...

Um, I... I guess...

I don't know what...

Why that happened.

Oh, it's okay.

Yeah.

It's okay.

Okay.

Shit.

Sorry.

No, don't be sorry.

I don't know why I
didn't last longer.

I usually go for much longer.

It's okay.

I guess I can take
it as a compliment.

Did you take your
shirt off for Nelson Barton?

I don't wanna
talk about it, Walt.

Please, it's important.

Why is it important?

Because I need to
know what happened.

Well, he felt me up,
and I touched him.

Down his pants?

Walt, yeah.

I just...

From what I could
tell, not an intellectual.

I'm a virgin.

So am I.

When's your
next book coming out?

Soon, I hope.

Soon.

Who's publishing it?

Well, I'm looking
for a new agent first.

You know, a friend of mine's
an agent with Binky Urban.

If you like,
I'll show it to him.

Oh, that'd be great.

Hello?

Um, could I stay
the night at Sophie's?

Thanks for doing that.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

Or Tuesday.

I'll see you Tuesday.

You don't need me
home for anything?

No. Everything's fine.

If you're interested, Walt
and I are taking a road trip

to SUNY Binghamton
in a couple of weekends.

I'm giving a reading.

And an ex-student of
mine, now friend,

Jeb Gelber, is
feting me with a dinner.

Excellent.

You should read
the cathedral scene

from Underwater.

Oh, I've done
that one a lot.

I thought I'd do something new.

But okay, well, maybe.

Sorry, my nose is running.

I'm your teacher.

I've wondered for a long
time what it'd be like

to fuck you.

I think we should wait.

Really?

Yeah.

Yeah, let's wait.

Okay, up next, Walt Berkman,
who is going to play us a song.

Thank you.

I'm going to play lead
guitar and do vocals

on a song I wrote.

That song was so good!

Thank you.

Oh, Dad, you
remember Sophie.

And Lili.

Hi.

How much did you win?

Hundred bucks.

Come by my room
tonight before you go to bed.

I wanna show you something.

Okay.

Oh, and, uh, this is
my mom and Frank and Ivan.

Hi.

Some song, brother.

Thanks.

Hey, Bernard.

I thought
we'd all have dinner.

Ivan suggested
Gage & Tollner.

We could celebrate my
book and your song.

No, I'm gonna go with Dad.

Well, your dad and I talked
about all of us going.

I don't wanna do that.

See you.

Ivan and I came
to see your show.

Don't treat us that way.

You think you hate
me, but I know you don't.

Where'd you come up
with some of those lyrics?

They were very dreamlike.

Reminds me of my
second novel, End of the Line.

There's a
rock-star character in that.

I love that novel.

Classic.

The scenes with the baby in
the middle are based on me

as a baby.

That's right.

It's Mailer's
favorite of my books.

And I loved your wife's
piece in The New Yorker.

Really?

In The New Yorker?

Did you know about this?

I guess I did.

How'd that happen?

It's an excerpt.

She's getting
a novel published.

Really?

Walt showed it to me.

It was kind of sad,
but really good.

The portions
are very big here.

You only need half an order.

Okay.

Jesus, $15 for parking.

What do you think I
should do about Sophie?

You'll make
the right decision.

I regret sometimes I
wasn't more of a free agent

when I was younger.

There was a woman who
approached me at a party at

George Plimpton's
after my first book.

She was very sexy.

I could've gone home with her.

Why didn't you?

I was with your mother.

Oh, right, of course.

You should've
probably done it.

It didn't stop her.

Maybe you should
sleep with her once.

See if you like it.

It doesn't mean you
can't see other women too.

I don't know if
Sophie will go for that.

Well, after your performance
tonight, things might

change for you.

Do you wanna go to my house?
I thought we could...

Jesus! You really wanna
do it, don't you?

I don't know.

What's the obsession with sex?

It's not an obsession.

I'm not so sure I
wanna do it either.

I'm scared too.

Well, scared
is not the issue.

It's just, everything
is so serious suddenly.

We're not getting married.

What are you saying?

Nothing.

I just don't wanna feel
this pressure from you.

Do you like someone else?
Your dad's girlfriend?

No.
No. Why?

No. And she's not
his girlfriend.

My father said you had a
weak handshake, which is a sign

of indecision.

His hands are so huge,
I can't get a good grip.

My mother said you don't
have a very good model for

relationships because
of your parents.

What?

Your mother
doesn't know anything.

I thought it went well.

You told me she
said I was hilarious.

Don't be difficult.
Please.

You want a beer?

I couldn't take
relying on your dad's

shopping habits anymore.

You can have
anything you want whenever.

Thanks.

I'm gonna read you
a draft of my new story.

I wanna hear your
thoughts first.

Then I'm gonna
show it to your dad.

You like Pink Floyd, huh?

What?

Don't worry.

I used to hand in Lou Reed
lyrics in my poetry class

and pass them off as my own.

Although I hope
you don't get caught.

I always did.

Do you...?

Oh, fuck!

Sorry.

Shit!

Lili, sorry.

It's okay.

It's just a...

It's just a bloody nose.

I'm sorry.

I might take a bath, okay?

Oh, okay.

Okay.

Good night.

- Hey.
- Hey.

When's Bernard
coming to get you?

In an hour.

Plan on 30 minutes.

He's always early to get you.

And late to bring you back.

I wish I could
come with you guys.

I heard that, brother.

I know.

But Dad's got you on Saturdays.

Do you like his girlfriend?

Is she his girlfriend?

I thought so.

She lives with you.

He doesn't say?

No.

I think Walt loves her.

So they like the
same women now too.

What?

It's nothing.

You got our number in Maine.

Remember to lock up.

I will.

See you next week,
Pickle-oo.

Just Pickle, please.

I'll see you next
week, just Pickle.

Good grip, brother.

You too, brother.

Dad, it's me.

Are you there?

Pick up.

How are you?

Good to see you.

It has been a long,
emotionally draining day

and night.

'Who is that boy?'
Someone in the pub asks.

Pitchum climbs
into his rented VW

and drives off past the
cliffs of Dover into the muted

English sunrise,

another chapter of
his life behind him."

I'm sorry about the turnout.

A lot of kids go home
early for Passover.

They seemed to like it.

I mean,
masturbating is his own issue.

But Hector witnessed
the locker incident,

and then later, semen
was found in the library.

Who's Hector?

How do you know
they were both Frank's?

Well, I suppose it's
possible other kids

are masturbating and
spreading their semen around

the school as well.

It's possible,
but somewhat unlikely.

Oh, it happens, I'm
sure, much more than we know.

Bernard, have you ever
done anything like this?

I'm not going
to answer that.

Has anything been going on
at home that might've provoked

this behavior?

Well, Bernard left him
behind for three days

last week.

And of course, Frank's
mother divorced me

earlier this year.

Which also might have
something to do with it.

Ms. Berkman, I read
your story in The New Yorker.

I thought it
was quite moving.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

You're living
with a 20-year-old.

That's none of
your business, Joan.

It's my business
when you have our kids.

It's confusing for them.

Frank says
Walt's in love with her.

Walt has a girlfriend.

Fuck off, Joan.

I don't ask
about you and Ivan.

Stay out of my life.

I can't believe
you'd talk to me like this.

You left all those
fucking ticket stubs

and letters lying around.

You wanted me to know.

It was fucking
torture, Joan.

Fucking torture.

He made his
own interpretation.

Well, he's still gonna have
to give the prize money back.

But obviously
it's a bigger problem.

He isn't doing any of
his schoolwork either.

His paper on Gatsby was
quite brilliant, I thought.

It's one of his
favorite books.

That may be, but I
don't believe he's read it.

You both should talk to him.

I think Bernard
has to do it.

He wants you to
see a therapist.

I don't need that.

That's what I said.

Does Simic know
both your parents

have PhDs in literature?

I mentioned it.

I think he's full of shit.

These public schools
tend to hire well-meaning

but ultimately
unsophisticated bureaucrats.

Yeah. I don't like him.

But you might have to do it.

Just to please the school.

I don't need it.

I know.

And unfortunately, probably
a guy with a BA in psychology.

Not a real shrink.

I have an M.A.
In developmental psychology

from the Yale
Child Studies program.

Did you get a PhD?

No, an M.A.
Is a master's.

Uh-huh.
Right.

Any thoughts about
why you're here, Walt?

Not really.

You said you wrote the
song you played in assembly.

Uh-huh.

Why?

I don't know.

Did you have a reason?

I felt I could've
written it.

Okay.

But you didn't.

It was written by
Roger Waters of Pink Floyd.

I think you know that.

Yes, but I felt I could've.

So the fact that it was
already written was kind

of a technicality.

I see.

I can imagine this is
a little uncomfortable

for you to talk about.

I guess.

It's hard to explain.

I wonder how you're
feeling right now.

I don't know.

Why don't you tell me about
something less uncomfortable.

Like a nice memory, maybe.

Isn't that kind of a
stock question for a shrink?

Yes.

That's more or
less how this works.

I can't think of
anything right now.

Just think.

Come on.

Just something.

Meet me halfway here.

Um, all right, let's see.

Okay, um...

When I was
around 6, my Mom and I,

she and I ducked out of
Julie Glynn's birthday party

to watch Robin Hood
together on our TV.

That sounds
like a nice memory.

I liked Errol Flynn.

Errol Flynn.

That's all?

And I was glad she let me
leave the party early

to watch the movie.

She and I loved that movie.

It's like...

It's like we were pals then,
and we'd do things together.

We'd look at the
knight armor at the Met.

The scary fish at the
Natural History museum.

I was always afraid of the
squid and the whale fighting.

I could only look at it with
my hands in front of my face.

When we'd get home, after
my bath, she'd go through

all the different things
we saw that day at the museum.

And... And we'd get to the
squid and the whale, and she'd

describe it for me.

Which was...
It was still scary,

but it was less scary.

Anyway, it was fun.
It was fun to hear about it.

Did your dad live
at home back then?

Yeah, why?

You didn't mention him.

Where was he
during all of this?

He was...

I don't know exactly.

He was...

He was downstairs, maybe.

He didn't ever
come to the museum.

This was before my
brother was born.

It was before...

It was earlier.

Hello?

Not now, Bernard.

Why not?

I'm just not, okay?

Put me in your mouth.

Walt!

Hi.

Hey, Walt.

Hi.

I'll be right out.

We can uh...

Hang out.

Hi.

Is Walt here?

No.

Oh.

I'd like you to
come to my house.

Isn't it Mom's night?

Yeah, but I'd like
you to come over.

Um, I have to
put on my shoes.

Come in, I guess.

Place looks different.

She got some new
furniture in Maine.

That was my TV.
I bought that TV.

Mm-hmm.

That's my Jude the Obscure.

Wanna take it?

No.

She still has some
of the books you wrote.

Dad, why are you taking me
to your house on Mom's night?

Just a minute.

Oh.

Hi.

Frank let me in.

I didn't realize you were here.

I'm here.
It's Monday.

I'd like to take
him forjust tonight.

I'll give you two Thursdays
in a row or something.

Mom.

It's my night.
He wants to stay.

Be careful.
That's an antique.

Where's Walt?

I don't know where Walt is.

He's not up there.

Bernard!

He doesn't come here.

You should go.
You'll see him tomorrow.

Tell Walt to call me.

I dunked my head in
that pond in the park.

The one near the zoo?

Oh, sweetie, that's filthy.

I hope you
didn't drink any of it.

Some may have
gotten in my mouth.

I tried not to swallow.

I shouldn't have
broken up with Sophie.

Why did you?

I thought I could do better.

Better how?

I don't know.

That's good.
You miss her.

But I don't see
myself as a person

who is in this situation.

I just don't.

I don't see myself this way.

Well, this is how it is.

Did you ever love Dad?

Because if you didn't,
why did you ever marry him?

If you were gonna leave
him, why did you put us

all through this?

It wasn't planned.

When we first met,
he was unlike anyone.

In Columbus, there
was no one like your dad.

I had had an affair with
a man before your father.

He worked at the
college bookstore.

We used to make
love in the stockroom.

Mom, I don't wanna hear
about your affairs, please.

I'm sorry.

I don't know
what I can say to you.

You have a way of saying
things sometimes that are

a way I don't wanna hear them.

I know, Chicken.

It's something I do.

It's a bad habit.

Do you remember when
we watched Robin Hood?

He knocked on my window.

Bernard, what are you doing?

Joan, let me
ask you something.

All that work I did at
the end of our marriage,

making dinners, cleaning
up, being more attentive.

It never was gonna make
a difference, was it?

You were leaving
no matter what.

You never made a dinner.

I made burgers that
time you had pneumonia.

Only after I insisted.

Well, if I had
made more dinners,

would that have
made a difference?

I was ready to
leave a long time ago.

I just didn't know it then.

I've been
giving it some thought.

I mean, you called my
father at the last minute.

You said something,
whatever you said, he thought

I could save the marriage.

You felt I wasn't
aggressive enough.

I'll make more of an
effort to do stuff.

I've been cooking and
doing chores at my house.

I make veal
cutlets, which the boys love.

Why don't we all have dinner
and talk more about this?

I'm sorry.

It's just...

Burgers.

I'll sue you, Joan.

You know I will.

You had an affair for four
years with that fucking shrink

that ruined our marriage
and I can get the kids.

I talked to Eddie Goodman,
who works on these cases

all the time.

And I have an
open-and-shut case.

Frank, Walt, get in the car.

Sue me?

That's... I can't...

You only wanted joint
custody because you pay

less child support that way.

Because it's
cheaper for you.

Walt, Frank!

I don't wanna go.

I don't give a shit!
Frank, get in the car.

Frank!

Let him stay.
Let him stay.

I'm just asking
this one thing.

Well, he wants to stay.

- Let him. I'll go.
- Fine.

Hold on.

You want him tonight?

Okay.

Thanks.

That's all right,
my brother.

The cat!

I got him.

Joan, I got him.

I got him.

Goddamn it.

Dad!

You see him go...?
I'm moving it!

Fuck off.

Whoa, Bernard!

You all right?

I had him.

Joan, call an ambulance!

Walt, get in the car.

What?

It means "bitch."

Don't you remember?

You're calling me a bitch?

No, don't you remember
the last line of Godard's

A bout de souffle?

Belmondo calls
Seberg a bitch.

We saw it at the
Thalia with the Dicksteins.

I got you in for
the children's price.

You were pregnant with Walt.

Like six weeks.

I still got you in
for a children's ticket.

You told me you
didn't like Godard.

You thought the
jump cuts were...

I'd check for the
cat behind the ashcans

under the Golodners' stoop!

Okay.

I didn't write it.

I know.

Pink Floyd did.

Do you think we'll find him?

I hope so.

Do you think one day we
could go to the Galapagos?

I don't know, Pickle.

Ivan and I could take you to
the country on Saturday to see

some real turtles.

Saturday is Dad's day.

There's my son.

Hey.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Thought it was a heart
attack, but I think

I'm just exhausted.

Doctor said I'm exhausted.

Too many veal cutlets?

Maybe.

That a good book?

Oh, this is pulp.

It's not serious.

It's hard to read a good
book in the hospital, but this

isn't bad of its kind.

Leonard is the
fillet of the crime genre.

I'd like you to
stay here for the day.

I need the company.

Okay.

Lili moved out.

Do me a favor, go
out in the hall,

get me another pillow.

My neck is hurting.

Maybe we could even things
out a bit, and I could stay at

Mom's a few extra nights.

I've been
staying more at yours.

It's not a good time right now.

I'm not gonna be
100% for a while.

I'd like you around.

I don't think I
wanna come for a while.

It's not up to you, Walt.

You're a minor.

You're in my custody.

My home is your home too.

I'm not coming.

Why?

That hurts my feelings.

Don't be difficult.

If you like, we can get
you some more posters,

make your room better.

Paint it a different color.

I can lend you my
first edition of

The Naked and the Dead.

As a present.

Let me get you a pillow.

You used to be
very emotional

when you were younger.

Did I look pretty silly out
there, falling on the concrete?

Yeah.

What?

What are you laughing at?

That was funny
how you said, "Yeah."

Good comic timing.

Thanks.

Why don't we
get some breakfast.

See if you can
find a nurse out there.

Try to get the blonde.

She looks like a
young Monica Vitti.

Oh, excuse me.

Mmm.

The man in that room
wants to order some breakfast.

Okay.

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