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( music playing )

Danny.

Hi, Dad.

Well, come in, come in.

God, it's so good to see you.

Janet!

- Yeah? - Guess who's here.

- Oh, my God! - ( clock chiming )

Your mother's been buzzing around all day.

She's-- well, you know her.

Danny?

Oh, I can't believe it.

Your plane was early?

That doesn't matter. You're here.

- That's all that counts. - Hi, Mom.

Oh, it's so wonderful.

Well, I can't wait to hear everything

about San Francisco and about the newspaper business, everything.

Well, let's just let him get settled in first.

I fixed your room up, just the way it was.

- Great, great. - Oh, yes, he worked so hard on it.

Your sister's coming over.

She can't wait to see you.

Uh, so, well, settle in

and go on upstairs and see what I've done with your room.

( chuckles )

And then come on down and we'll have a drink.

( exhales )

( clears throat )

- Mm. - Thank you, Annie.

Mm-hmm.

That's good.

- How is the lamb? - Oh, it's delicious.

I always think food tastes so much better outside, don't you?

Absolutely.

Don't you like it, Danny?

Martin: Oh, of course he likes it.

I seem to remember lamb's his favorite.

Isn't that right, Dan?

Actually, I don't eat meat anymore.

Really? Since when?

It's been about three years now.

- ( laughing ) - It's really good, Dad.

So how's the museum?

Oh, it's the same, I guess.

We talk about movies incessantly

and I try to impress them with all my knowledge,

but I know when they look at me,

I'm sure they see just an aging housewife.

She's one of the museum's most valuable assets.

Well... ( chuckles )

it's only because they don't pay me.

( insects chirping )

Look at these.

Got so many coming in, I don't know what to do.

Oh, they're gorgeous. I love fresh tomatoes.

Well, that's good. You can have 'em

three times a day for the next month!

Oh, good.

Did I tell you that they're talking

about Johnny skipping first grade?

You know, Johnny can already spell rhododendron.

Martin: Well, that's good.

We can use another gardener in the family.

You know, I really wish you would've brought Johnny over to meet his uncle.

And Tim.

Well, Tim's just been so swamped with work.

He took Johnny over to the site at Greenwich to show him the grounds

because they haven't been spending a lot of time together lately.

Oh, tell Danny about Tim's high-rise on Madison.

Ah! Well, do you have 10 years? ( chuckles )

Really, we've been so busy.

I feel-- I feel really bad that we never got a chance

to go out to California to visit,

but, you know, between Tim's commissions

and my job and the new house...

Johnny, you know.

God, Danny,

you really have to take all of those?

Yep.

Well, what do they do?

Um, nothing, really.

Why don't we all go down to the bridge after supper?

Wouldn't that be fun?

Would you like that, Danny?

Oh, wow.

Martin: Well, I'm afraid I can't.

I do have to prep a case.

Which reminds me I have to call Carla and...

Another great marinade.

Thank you, darling.

Well, I really have to be getting back myself.

But once again, Mom, it was wonderful.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Dan.

I'll call soon. We'll have a real good visit.

- Okay. - Okay?

All right, so don't let Mom spoil you too much.

- ( door closes ) - ( chuckles )

( exhales )

( crickets chirping )

Danny?

Do you want anything?

No, no.

I was just, uh--

I was just remembering that when I was little,

you told me that in Scotland

this time of day was called "the gloaming."

- Do you remember that? - Yeah.

That made the whole world

look like the Highlands on a summer night.

That the earth were covered with heather.

I can't believe you remember that conversation.

I think you were only about six years old.

I've been remembering a lot lately.

But not talking a lot.

Well, I just don't have too much to say about tomatoes.

Well, you could've said that.

I'm conserving my energy.

What else do you remember?

Just little things.

I remember before I would go to sleep...

you'd come in and sing to me and...

It was nice.

Listen, Mom, there are still a few things I have to do.

I have to write a will.

Thank you.

What for?

For not saying

that there's plenty of time for that

or some similar hooey.

Well, you're welcome.

( sighs ) Is he sleeping?

Mm-hmm.

And?

And what?

He spoke to you, didn't he?

Oh, yes.

- Yes, he did. - Finally.

Mm.

He wants to write a will.

Well, I don't think we have to worry about that, do we?

No, I really think he wants to do something about it now.

I see.

Well, I suppose I can arrange it.

So you'll talk to him about it?

Just get the specifics

and I'll have Carla work it out.

All right.

Are you coming up?

Yeah, in a minute.

What are you reading?

- What? - Uh, your book.

Oh, um,

well, it's just a book about the great Italian directors

and the places that inspired them

like Rome and Frascati, Venice,

you know?

It really makes me wanna go there.

Well, I, uh--

I turned out all the lights.

Janet: Myrna seems nice.

Martin: I'm sure she is.

But I must say having a nurse around

is, well, like having another mother.

What do you say, Dan?

Janet: I think we need some ice cream.

- Danny? - Sure.

Mm, no. After that dinner, no, thank you.

I think what we need is some exercise.

Seems lately that's all you do.

Well, it's good for the soul.

Yes, but surely there's some value in just sitting still.

The secret to life is activity, keeping busy.

Isn't that right, Dan?

( footsteps approaching )

Time for your broncho treatment.

( coughing )

( quacking )

( grunts )

( grunting )

Is it still your favorite time of day?

Yes, I think it is.

Why do you like it?

I don't know. I think it's because

everything seems to move more slowly.

Your grandfather used to call it "fairy time."

Really? Was he gay?

Danny!

He didn't mean that.

How do you know for sure?

Stop. He didn't.

- What else do you like? - I don't know.

I guess I like all the ordinary things.

You know what I like.

No, I don't.

I like my floribunda over there.

Now change the subject.

Just-- just name one more thing you like.

Why? Why do you wanna know?

- I'm just interested. - Oh, God, Danny,

there's nothing interesting about me.

Why do you have to be so self-effacing?

I'm not, I'm just stating a fact.

I'm very average.

The only extraordinary thing about me is you.

Great, go ahead, flatter me.

- Tell me how extraordinary I am. - ( chuckles )

No, I don't want you to get a big head.

Well, I think you're anything but average.

What's wrong?

It's just been a long time since anyone has complimented me.

( tapping )

May I?

Sure.

Thought I'd bring some stuff down from your room.

- Um... - Cheer things up a bit in here.

I'm fine, Dad, really.

How 'bout that?

Uh, it's just a bit cluttered in here.

You know...

Okay.

You were a hell of a tennis player, Danny.

Doubles championship two years in a row.

Seems like ancient history.

No, it isn't.

Well, I tried hard, Dad.

I tried real hard.

Hey, how about this picture of you and Gary Norwood

winning the championship senior year?

You know, I still play with his dad down at the club.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, Gary's the pro down there.

Maybe you ought to come down sometime and see him.

Uh, I don't think so.

Well, I thought you guys were close.

We were, we were.

We were very close.

Well, uh, how about right over there?

Sure, okay.

So you-- you need anything?

I mean, if you do, just give me a shout.

Great, thanks.

( clears throat )

Uh, don't tell your mother,

but I've got some donuts hidden in my desk.

Okay.

Thanks.

( sighs )

Dad left pretty quickly after dinner.

I think he had an important phone call to make.

I don't think he likes to be around me very much.

Oh, Danny, that's not true.

Oh, Mom, it is.

Poor Dad, he must hate all this.

He just wants you to get well.

Mom, he just wants all this to disappear.

He doesn't know me.

He doesn't have a clue as to who I am.

Well, you know what?

It's his loss.

Thank you.

I think it's his loss in your case, too.

It's not all his fault, you know?

Oh, I know.

It takes two to tango.

Who are you talking about?

Wait, you and Dad.

Oh.

Well, what about us?

Well, you're totally unlike each other.

You don't communicate.

I never felt that you were really happy.

Well, I think that's a bit of an exaggeration.

You met him at your coming out party, didn't you?

Mm-hmm. I came out, went right back in again.

- ( chuckles ) - You were 18.

Yes.

( exhales )

Why did you marry him?

Oh, we were wildly in love.

Really? What happened?

What do you mean?

I just don't see that much love between you.

I don't even really see a connection.

Danny, I know that it must seem at times

that your father and I speak a different language.

- Um... - Wait a minute.

I think that a large part of marriage

is simply accepting each other.

But I think a lot of it just boils down

to sticking it out, to going through it together, you know?

- Endurance. - Endurance?

Yes, endurance.

In the best sense of the word.

Well, Mom, I think life's too short.

I just think that's a load of crap.

Well, who are you to judge?

I think that maybe it's a bit outside

the range of your personal experience.

How much do you really know about the range

of my personal experience, Mom?

( clicks tongue ) Well, I don't know.

( birds screeching )

( blower humming )

- Come on, y'all. - Commentator: Kelly feints back.

Come on, come on, twist his butt to the ground.

Yes!

Danny: What's your favorite holiday?

- Thanksgiving. - Ah. Me, too.

Did you ever wonder why I stopped coming home?

Oh, I don't know. I-- I guess I did.

I always missed you.

I guess I just assumed you were busy with your own life

and San Francisco is a long way away.

Remember Paul?

Yes, your, um, friend,

your-- your roommate.

My lover, Mom.

Well, I assumed.

Yes, but you never asked.

Well, you never offered.

Don't ask, don't tell?

That's not fair, Danny.

Mom, why didn't you ever invite

both of us for Thanksgiving?

( stammering ) Well, I guess if I had known

that it had been that serious--

What if I told you that it had been that serious?

Well, then I certainly would like to think that--

No, no, you're just rationalizing.

Danny, I have always accepted you.

Maybe you have,

it's-- you just haven't participated.

I think the image of me and my lover

spooning out cranberry sauce at Thanksgiving

was just a little too much to bear.

( coughs )

And it's a shame because he's a great guy

and he would've made a good impression.

Well, I'm sure he would've.

And you would've wowed him.

Oh, Danny.

Grandpa would have charmed the pants off him,

no pun intended.

Anne and Tim would've bored him under the table.

We would have talked about that,

laughed about it later.

Dad would have been charming, cheerful,

and actually, I always thought he and Paul

would have gotten along pretty well,

that they probably would've ended up

working in the garden together.

I just wish I had done a better job.

Could you possibly accept my apology?

Oh, Mom, you make it sound so formal.

Well,

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

- ( exhales, grunts ) - Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm a little cold.

Well, I think we should go in.

Okay?

Okay. Mom.

The four Thanksgivings before we broke up...

Paul and I would get take-out Chinese

and sit on the floor of our studio apartment...

just have a great time telling each other how lucky we were

that we didn't have to participate

in boring family rituals.

Everybody rationalizes.

( clears throat )

It's just what happens

when people don't tell each other the truth.

Myrna: Hi.

Come on in.

It's fast.

I'm not surprised.

We had a--

a long talk.

Well, I'll wake him later

and give him his meds.

He really is your baby, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

Isn't there anything more we can do for him?

Well, he's pretty comfortable now.

No, I mean, you know, I've read about new treatments,

new drugs.

This Dr. Berman,

does he really know what he's talking about?

You know, his T-cell count is so low

that no Dr. Berman or anybody else

can really save him.

So he's come home to die.

Yeah.

Well, we can't just let that happen.

He has a D.N.R.

What's that?

Do not resuscitate.

So he's made his choice

and the best thing you can do for him right now

is love him.

Why don't you go ahead and touch him?

I used to touch him.

You still can.

No, we do it with the wrist.

Like this.

Take your two fingers here.

That's right. You feel it?

Yeah.

Then...

you take this,

you swab here,

and you attach it.

And don't be afraid, because you won't hurt him.

Go ahead, nice and tight.

Wonderful. Just put it down.

- ( machine beeps ) - ( sighs )

How long have you been a nurse?

Seems like a thousand years.

♪ I'm young and healthy ♪

♪ And you've got charms ♪

♪ It'd really be a sin ♪

♪ Not to have you in my arms ♪

♪ I'm young and healthy ♪

♪ And so are you ♪

♪ When the moon is in the sky ♪

♪ Tell me what am I to do? ♪

Oh.

Mom.

Annie, I didn't hear you come in.

- It's so dark in here. - ( chuckles )

Did you see Danny?

Yeah, he was sleeping.

God, Mom, I don't know how you do it.

It's such a gorgeous day.

Why aren't you at work?

Well, I decided to take the day off.

I thought maybe we might tear into the city

- and have ourselves some lunch. - Oh, I don't know.

Where's Johnny?

He's with the nanny.

So how about it? A nice long lunch. My treat.

You said you were gonna bring him over

- to see Danny. - Mom.

Why don't you just go home and get him now?

I thought we might spend the day together,

just you and me.

It would do you good to get out of the house.

I'm fine.

Well, I have so much to tell you, though.

- Tim got a new project. - Oh, that's nice.

And I overheard Linda talking about a promotion for me.

Oh, well, congratulations. That's lovely, darling.

So how about a girls' day out, then, to celebrate?

No, I don't think so. Danny needs me.

Oh, come on, Mom, it looks like

everything's under control here.

Besides, Dad says he's--

Your father doesn't know what he's talking about.

Well, I really would like to have a chance to talk to you.

I'm just a little worried.

Did your father put you up to this?

No, no. This was my idea.

He did happen to mention that you've been spending an awful lot of time--

He's acting like a jealous husband.

Well, can you blame him?

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

I need to check on Danny.

Can't the nurse do that?

No, it's not the same.

Well, there you go, Mom,

taking care of Danny again.

You must be in seventh heaven.

Excuse me?

Well, you know, you and Danny,

you always had that special relationship.

Yes.

Never mind.

No. What?

Well, don't you think Dad might have felt

just a little bit excluded?

Oh, that is ridiculous.

I know I felt that way.

- What? - Well, it's true.

Well, why didn't you ever say anything?

Danny was always your favorite.

Oh, Annie, I loved you both equally.

Why are you doing this now?

Why didn't you ever say anything?

Because we don't talk about those things in this family.

Because we never have.

Sweetie... ( sighs )

if in the past I felt that Danny needed

a little more attention than you or your father,

- there were reasons. - Oh, please.

You know what your over-attentions did to him.

What are you suggesting?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I didn't come here to fight with you.

Really, Mom.

- What? - These are Xanax and if you want them--

I don't need a tranquilizer, Anne! I'm absolutely fine.

I knew this was a mistake.

Wait, I need to know something.

Why didn't you bring Johnny over here today?

Why? I mean, are you afraid?

Do you think he might catch something?

You know, it's funny,

I find myself being kind of careful with Johnny,

you know, pulling back just a little bit

so that I don't make the same mistake that you did.

Really?

Well, then, you might just re-examine

your psychological sources,

because now they-- they think that it's genetic.

Isn't that convenient for you?

Nothing's your fault.

( door slams )

What's this?

Oh, I think it says something

about Italy, doesn't it?

Rome, Venice, Frascati...

Oh, Martin.

And a couple of days at the coast, too.

I can't possibly go away now.

I talked to Dr. Berman, he said everything would be all right.

No, that's not the point.

Janet, I'm worried about you.

I think you need a break.

We both do.

I do not want to go away now.

Don't you remember our last vacation?

We'd just end up staring at each other

across some table in Positano.

Janet, you need to get away. You are not yourself.

You've stopped going to work--

I'm a volunteer, for Christ's sake!

Well, you hardly leave the house.

Well, it never bothered you before.

( sighs )

I just...

wish you'd try harder with Danny.

I have.

He doesn't open up to me.

He never did.

You have never opened up to him!

I am so tired of trying to talk for the both of you

and getting blamed for it!

- Who's blaming you?! - Oh, for Christ's sake!

Danny: Uh, what's your favorite movie?

Oh, gosh, there are so many.

- Your real favorite. - Oh, I don't know.

To tell you the truth, it keeps changing

because it really depends on what kind of stories

make sense to me at the time, you know,

what stories speak to me.

Okay, such as?

Well, last year I was obsessed

with movies about people going off

to live in Africa and Australia.

Well, that's, um--

that's fairly self-explanatory.

Well, how about now?

No, you'll laugh at me.

- I'll-- no. - Yes, you will.

- I won't. - Yes, you will.

- What is it? Try me. - Okay, "E.T."

- ( laughs ) - See?

- You did. - Why on earth...?

Well, it's about lost childhood,

so funny, so sad.

I mean, I really think those are the best kind of movies,

the kind that make you laugh and cry at the same time,

you know?

I'd like some of that, thank you.

Danny, do you think it's wise?

Mom, I really don't think

it's gonna make much difference.

Well...

You know what's really fun?

When I really, really hate life,

I love to watch violent action flicks.

I find them very punishing.

Is that why they're so compelling?

I know at times I-- I just love gore.

Although I'm absolutely disgusted with myself later

for even being interested.

You know, you should really think

about when those times are.

It could help a lot.

Well, when it comes down to it,

I think I really just like an old romantic comedy.

Oh, me, too. I just love romance.

You know, like the old MGM musicals.

- Mm. - But I hate sex scenes.

That's a big surprise.

No, no, it's not for the reason you think.

I mean, I know you see me as an old prude,

but it's part of a mother's job to come across that way.

Though I do admit, you know, maybe I went a bit too far.

That's water under the bridge.

Go on about the sex.

Well, I just think it's private.

I think directors are just showing off

when they try to film a sex scene.

I don't think they're really trying to show us sex,

I think they're just trying to show us

they're not afraid to show us sex.

I mean, it's like they're all thumbing their noses

at their mothers.

- No, you don't think so? - At their mothers?

Yeah, I mean, I-- I do.

I question their motives because, you see, personally,

I don't think sex can be portrayed, you know,

because I think the real sensations, the real emotions

go way beyond what can be put on film.

You know, if you try to show only the mechanics,

the effect is either clinical or, what, pornographic.

And if you just try to show the intimacy?

( scoffs ) Yuck!

No, I think the only sex

that can be portrayed fairly well on film is bad sex.

I mean, who wants to see that, for God's sake, you know?

Because everybody's having bad sex of their own.

Oh, my God!

No, I mean, you know, I mean it.

To me, it's just like watching somebody going to the toilet.

Oh, my God, that's awful!

Ugh! ( coughs )

Well, now who's the prude?

Hey, I never said I wasn't.

I think maybe we should change the subject.

Well, maybe we shouldn't,

you know, because I've been wondering...

that side of your life, you know--

was it satisfying for you?

With Paul?

Don't tell me you're finally

asking me about my sex life.

No, no, I'm asking about your love life.

Oh, my love life.

No, I'm serious.

Did you love?

Were you loved in return?

Yes. ( sighs )

Good.

Shucks, that was easy.

I'm getting very easy in my old age.

Really? Maybe you should, um,

let Dad in on that little secret.

- Don't be fresh. - You started it.

Well, now I'm gonna stop it.

I want you to sing to me.

- No. - Come on.

( Janet chuckles ) Danny.

I'll tell Dad you got me drunk.

That's blackmail.

Yes.

Come on, Mom.

Well, what do you want me to sing?

You know.

Oh, you were so little when I used to sing that.

Please.

All right. ( clears throat )

♪ Oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ The pipes, the pipes are calling ♪

♪ From glen to glen ♪

♪ And down the mountainside ♪

♪ The summer's gone ♪

♪ And all the roses falling ♪

♪ 'Tis you, 'tis you ♪

♪ Must go and I must fight... ♪

( clears throat )

♪ But call me back ♪

♪ When summer's in the meadow ♪

♪ Or when the valley's hushed ♪

♪ And white with snow ♪

♪ 'Tis I'll be here ♪

♪ In sunlight or in shadow ♪

♪ Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

♪ So. ♪

( clears throat )

You were singing.

I know.

He likes it when I sing.

You haven't sung in years.

You're right.

( clock chiming )

Well...

I don't know,

I just think Anne's become such a hopeless yuppie.

I wonder what she'll wear to the funeral.

Well, something appropriate, I'm sure.

Yeah.

Martha Stewart has a chapter on that, I think.

( chuckles )

I'm sorry, but I'm just so mad at her right now,

I could spit.

No spitting at my funeral.

I must say,

she really does remind me of myself at that age.

I guess it has to be in, um--

um, a church.

Oh.

Well, I think so,

but it's really up to you, sweetie.

Yeah.

Just keep it simple--

no sermons,

no, um...

...lilies.

God forbid.

And have some decent music.

- Such as? - Um...

I had an idea, but I don't--

I don't remember it now.

Just some good music, something dignified.

All right.

Oh.

Here's the thing.

Just only call the people

that I put the mark down.

Okay.

( thunder rumbles )

( mutters )

The gloaming. ( clears throat )

- Mm. - ( coughs )

Not tonight, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

I wanna go home.

You are home, darling.

I wanna go home.

( coughing )

( hacking )

- Oh, God, Myrna! She's not here. - Hello!

Martin! Martin, come here quick. He's coughing up blood.

I'm going to have to call the doctor.

- He's what? - He's coughing up blood!

I have to call the doctor, okay?

- What are we supposed to do? - I don't know!

Just stay with him, all right?

Go, quick! Stay with him!

( thunder rumbling )

Danny?

♪ I'm young and healthy... ♪

( coughing )

( gasps )

( Janet laughs )

Well, what did you wanna be when you were little?

Well, I was brought up to be

a perfect wife and mother.

Mm.

What did you, um--

um, dream of being?

A perfect wife and mother.

( snorts ) Don't make me laugh.

It hurts when I laugh.

- Okay, okay. - ( coughing )

All right.

Here you are, here you are.

Take a breath.

There you are. Okay.

I miss Paul.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

He just didn't have, um...

the, um...

endurance...

in the best sense of the word.

( groans )

Janet: It's here.

Oh, I remember your grandfather talking about it.

That time of longing between day and night.

That mystery.

He said it was the only hour

that you could see the face of God.

He at least was a good talker.

Why do you think Dad grows all those tomatoes

when he--

when he doesn't even eat them, Mom?

I don't know.

I think he grows them for you.

( exhales )

You wanna go in now?

Danny?

( crying )

( crying continues )

( engine starts )

( gravel crunching )

Take good care of yourself.

( engine starts )

Uh-huh.

And, uh, Paul,

I was wondering whether you would consider

staying overnight here when you're in town.

Yes.

Well, we could have just a small family supper.

Good.

I think my husband would-- would like to meet you as well.

All right.

Good-bye.

( sighs )

( sighs )

( sniffles )

Did you speak with the funeral home?

Oh, yeah.

They, um--

we need to make--

finish making the arrangements.

I suppose he told you what he wanted.

Mostly.

He couldn't decide about the music.

I seem to remember he was quite fond

of the bagpipes at your father's funeral.

Yeah.

Yes, I think he'd have liked that very much.

Would you please tell me what else my boy liked?

I'm sorry.

( sighs )

♪ In the gloaming, oh, my darling ♪

♪ When the lights are dim and low ♪

♪ And the quiet shadows falling ♪

♪ Softly come and softly go ♪

♪ When the winds are sobbing faintly ♪

♪ With a gentle, unknown woe ♪

♪ Will you think of me ♪

♪ And love me ♪

♪ As you did once long ago? ♪

♪ In the gloaming, oh, my darling ♪

♪ Think not bitterly of me ♪

♪ Though I passed away in silence ♪

♪ Left you lonely, set you free ♪

♪ For my heart was crushed with longing ♪

♪ What had been could never be ♪

♪ It was best to leave you thus, dear ♪

♪ Best for you ♪

♪ And best for me. ♪

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