Original subtitles

[♪]

[indistinct chatter]

So, uh, what are you saying? You and Doug are dating then?

[girl] We've only gone out a few times, um...

Yeah?

He's--he's fun to hang out with, and...

I mean, it sounds like you're into him a little.

[sighs] I don't know, um, I...

I wasn't-- I wasn't really sure what you and me were, anyway.

It didn't seem as if we were together, and...

I mean, did you think so?

Uh, I know, I know, I'm sorry.

I am glad that you still call me, though,

and think of me as a friend.

What else is going on? How's swimming?

Uh, it's good. Um...

Did you guys go and see a Blazers game last Friday?

Yeah, yeah, it was really cool.

Um, afterwards we went out and rode on his go-karts.

His mom brought him all these fast go-karts.

It was fantastic.

Have you ever ridden in one?

A couple, actually, yeah, they're pretty cool.

I--I don't know, Jeremy, I mean...

We're both so young, right? Like...

Nothing lasts forever.

Everything dies and...

uh...

This is a strange conversation.

Yeah, I--no, I know, I mean, um...

Theresa, can I talk to you about something?

Yeah, um...

I have to go walk my dog. Could we talk later on?

Sure, can we do it, like, live?

Sure, um, text me when.

I have to go, though, really.

You have a good day, though.

Fucking yeah, I want to be your friend.

[man] Hey, butt munch You off the phone?

Hey, do you, uh...

you want to order out? Mom and Dad are eating Chinese.

[Jeremy] Uh, yeah, I'll be down later.

Okay.

Bitch!

Fucking shithead!

With your next deep breath, I want you to

visualize inhaling the sunbeam.

Open up your chest cavity, then push the beam down to the balls of your feet.

Feel the power in stillness,

the energy in doing nothing.

Imagine your body on a straight line.

And that's how you maintain speed.

If your leg falls, then your back

collects water, and that will slow you down.

Feel the energy flowing through your body.

Relax.

Breathe.

Relax.

Breathe.

Ready? Go!

Ready, go!

Ready, go!

Fifty one. Fifty two.

Fifty three. Fifty four.

Fifty five Fifty six.

[man] Yeah, I mean, if--

if it ends up happening like that then we just need to go in very, very minimally.

Exactly. Yup.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, sort of like we did there.

Yeah, hold on just a sec.

Um, like 10... do you think?

Uh-huh. Sorry. Yeah, no, we're at the thing.

Oh, it's nice actually. It's like a garden. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right. Right. Yeah. No, we should go...

[voice fades out]

That was nice. It's a good rec.

Seemed to chill you out.

It's better than going for food.

You should have tried it.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I forgot to dedicate

a block for it in my brain, you know?

Next time, dedicate like a 20-minute block.

I bet that's how long it takes to reach relaxation with it.

-Yeah. -What do you think?

You think it's like 20?

I don't know. I wasn't counting.

Yeah, but I mean, that's a good estimation, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

What?

You mad?

No, I'm just tired.

-[horn honking] -[crying]

God, fucking hell.

[groans]

[taps]

Hey, you okay?

[car chimes]

You okay?

Yeah. I'm so sorry.

Yeah, I'm totally fine.

[chuckles]

[car chimes]

[car door shuts]

[♪]

[chorus vocalizing]

When I bought this-- this one,

it first came out, it was not that color.

[chuckles] I would have kept it, I think.

Yeah, they reissued for you to remember it.

Maybe they were like that.

I mean, some of these colors are crazy.

Like this.

[chuckles] I don't remember.

Yeah, yeah.

For sure, they do colored vinyl a lot more nowadays.

Gives it some pizzazz.

Plus, it's usually 180-gram vinyl.

What does that mean?

Uh, it's thicker and more durable.

Does it sound better?

Not necessarily. It's more about being durable.

-Oh. -Um...

but I would still, you know, probably prefer the original pressing,

so you can get a crappy pressing no matter what.

Uh... UK and German pressings are usually the best.

Wow. Cool.

You are this big record collector, it sounds like.

Just like everybody else here is.

-Yeah. -I used to be kind of.

What's brought back all this, do you think?

Um, I don't know. Maybe they're fun to touch.

I mean, it feels good to touch what you play.

And, uh, maybe it's enjoyed more because of the ritual.

Oh, yeah. Instead of clicking.

Yeah, something about setting it up and all by yourself.

Totally.

[chuckles]

Do you like older music?

-Yeah. -You do?

-Yeah. Sure. -Me, too.

I used to really be into all that stuff from the '60s.

Especially if it was a French or an Italian singer.

Yeah, like Bacharach sounding stuff.

Yeah, totally.

[laughs] Yeah.

I mean, but really, anything with--

there was like that twisting beat that I loved.

And what was that?

That organ type of sound that everybody uses?

The French and Italian lyrics just add something to it.

Yeah, you can find that stuff if you dig.

But reissues can be expensive.

Do you work here?

No, I'm just a shopper.

Oh, of course.

Are you in a band?

No, I'd rather play a bunch of bands.

Oh.

How about you? Are you in a band?

Yeah.

Sure, I'm the drummer.

[laughs]

I'm just kidding.

No, I am a realtor.

Oh, so you, uh-- you sell houses?

I sell mainly these apartments downtown.

Hmm.

[mutters]

I like that shirt.

It's like so retro, kind of.

No? Okay.

Thanks.

Thanks for wearing it.

Whatever. I'm just kidding.

I need to go, I think.

Yep, I should go.

Um... but it would be great

to talk, you know, record shop chop with you again.

See, I think I really want to get back into collecting these.

-Nice, yeah. -Yeah.

-I just-- -It's awesome.

I want to be curious about things again, you know?

And I just think it's really neat how

these have come back.

Totally.

Is it weird if we exchange numbers?

-No, not at all. -Are you sure?

Yeah, for sure.

[laughs] Okay.

I mean, all right, well, I'll just get your phone number and then I'll text.

I can just text you mine.

Um, can we-- uh, can we just do pen and paper?

Oh, my God.

You do not have to give me your phone number. It's like--

No, no, it's cool. I'm sorry if that--

I'm just--I'm just-- I'm just trying to do that now.

You're trying-- you're trying to like write down

phone numbers or just write down things in general?

-Both. -Okay.

Is this how you keep track of all your phone numbers

of your friends and stuff?

Well, I mean, not exactly.

I mean, I transfer them to my contacts list eventually.

-Ah. -But--but I think I want to make a conscious effort

to start actually writing things down.

Okay.

And we can swap.

[laughs] I--

-You okay? -Yeah.

I'm just not used to writing things down.

No, it's--it's cool.

Oh, Beth.

Yeah, oh, yeah. What is your name?

I'm Beth.

-Uh, cool. -You can write yours.

-What is your name? -I can write my name.

-Okay, good. That's a nice start. -I learned that.

You learned.

Uh--uh, there you go.

Jeremy.

-Yes. -Cool. I like your drawing. It's cute.

-Thanks. -All right, Jeremy.

-It's just a weird-- -Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you. -Okay, thank you.

Um, I...

sure we'll talk some other time. Thanks. Bye.

-Yeah, totally. Record stuff. -Thanks again. See you guys.

-Yeah, bye. -Bye.

[traffic noise]

[Beth] You hit me.

You took me down.

It was wind in my feathers.

And now there's blood on the ground.

Yeah, you hit me.

You took me down.

I remember when you told me you loved me long ago.

I was a good omen for you to see.

But you steal from your children,

and you stole me from the sky, and you left me.

[♪]

-[music stops] -[phone ringing]

Hello.

No, this is not.

Yes, he is.

May I ask who's calling, please?

There's a Beth on the phone for you.

She'd like you to eat her pussy.

Uh, hello.

Hey, this is Beth, um, from the record store.

How are you?

Uh, good.

Um, it's okay that I called?

Who was that? Who answered your phone?

Was that your brother?

Yeah, that was my brother, John.

[John] Who's got a fat cock.

[Beth laughs]

Yeah, I bet he does.

Yeah, no, no. Just a lot of foreskin.

Oh, that's really gross.

Yeah, tell him.

I got some good stuff on the vinyl.

Oh, nice. What stuff?

Cream.

Do you know Cream?

And YAZZ

Yeah, yeah. I-- and YAZZ, nice.

Yeah. You should come over.

We could have like a little record listening party.

Uh, sure.

You don't sound that thrilled.

Uh... are-- are you married?

I am.

[laughs]

You're really cute, but I am not looking to have an affair.

[laughs]

Okay.

I'm also in high school.

Really?

How is that going?

Uh, it's-- yeah, it's all right.

I guess--I mean, it has its--it has its peaks and valleys.

Um, uh,

how about--how about you? Are you in high school?

I just want to be friendly.

And, um, you know, if my marital status, my age...

seems to matter to you.

I'm really sorry, but yours don't bother me.

So do you want to come over or not?

Yeah, all right. I'll, uh-- and I'll--

um, I'll see you there.

Then I'll see you... here.

[laughs]

I'll text you my address.

Okay, cool. Bye

[Beth] Our house is like totally a work in progress,

but I put the record player here. So check it out.

[laughs]

Yeah.

Yeah, nice. Looks good.

Thanks, yeah. Good find.

What flag is that?

Chicago.

Oh, cool. So are you guys from there?

Yeah, nearby.

We moved here a couple of years ago.

Yeah. [chuckles]

Cool.

Did you just-- did you just buy these?

Oh, um, yeah. But I used to have these before, actually.

Yeah. [chuckles] Yeah.

-Oh. -Let's put a record on.

-Yeah. -Okay. Me, I was thinking...

[fake accent] um, this one.

This one.

[laughs]

Okay.

Oh, sorry.

-Jeez. -It's okay.

Good. Okay.

[♪]

[turns music up]

So...

[man] How old Jack Nicholson is.

[man 2] How old is Jack Nicholson?

-He's old. -We should take bets.

-Um... -You have something to write this down?

Nobody--nobody's on their phone right now.

-No. -Nobody's on their phone. Hands above the table.

-All right. Whoo! -Hands above the table.

-Good call. -Gail, go.

-What? -What do you think, Gail?

-What's your guess? -Um, 67.

-That's so fucking wrong, but fine. -What?

-What? Why? -Yeah, that's so fucking off the mark.

-He was 67 like 20 years ago. -No way.

He's not that old!

Me? I look like Jack Nicholson?

[laughs]

Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

I get that a lot.

Dude. Um...

-[man] What happened? -[Gail] Um...

What is this? What is this, like your...

-Something. Number... less than 10. -Twelve?

Number less than 10.

Okay, well, that's good. At least it's less than 10.

I'm proud of myself. What is that for you?

-Anybody else? -Four? Three?

-Nah, I'm still catching up with you. -You're good?

All right, be back. You sure?

-Food? Good? All right. -No, I'm good.

Help me out, man. What did I have?

What was this?

-Um, grape juice. -It was...

No. Fuck you.

-Hey. -Fucking fuck you.

What? You can't help me out with a drink?

What did you tell me to order? What did he tell me to order?

I didn't tell you to order anything.

Where did you-- you fucking-- it was good.

It had the citrus. But come on, man.

Grape juice? Are you serious?

-What, I can't be here? -I didn't even--

What, I can't be here because I don't have the hair?

Because I don't have the shirt that's like half down.

Come on, man. Let me just--can I just get this for you?

Do us all a favor. I'm sure this guy

is very, very thrilled that I'm actually covering your--

Calm down. You're done.

-I'm sorry. I apologize. -You're done. Let's go.

-Sorry, Portland. -Let's go.

You've done-- you've done enough. Lets go.

Keep my opinions to myself.

I'll adopt your opinions.

Thank you. Great place. Love it. Love it. I'll be back.

[traffic noise]

[exhales]

Do you think that you love me still?

Still?

What?

What's, uh-- what's wrong?

You pissed about Saturday?

No.

Okay.

It has nothing to do with that.

[laughs]

Come on.

What? Can't you just answer the question?

Yeah, I sure can.

-I do. -Oh.

That's a knee jerk reaction. [laughs]

Are you--are you trying to pick a fight or what?

That's a loaded question for the road when I'm driving.

I think it's a great time to ask you. You're not expecting it.

Do you think you still do?

Yes. Dammit, yes.

What, do you think I don't?

I don't know.

People who are married, they fall in and out of love

all the time with each other.

Probably daily.

I think it would be...

totally normal for someone just to catch one of those moments

when the other person's out of it.

Yeah, I guess if--

if you believe that, sure.

-You don't? -No.

No, I don't.

[♪]

[Beth] I think I'm disappearing.

I think I'm disappearing.

Wake up.

Yeah, this is alright.

-[laughs] -Do you--do you write a lot?

No, I used to.

It's just something I want to get back into.

Do you?

Uh, sometimes.

I guess I can show you some stuff, yeah.

-You guess? -It's weird to talk about.

Why is it so weird?

[stammers] It's not--

it's something you don't want to share with everybody.

It's like I'm bragging and interesting or something.

Well, I asked you, didn't I?

[♪]

[chorus vocalizing]

[♪]

[machinery humming]

[laughing]

[people chatting]

[♪]

Damn! Fiber in this is good.

Check it out.

Is it on sale? You want two?

Uh, nah, that's okay.

We can substitute a box for yogurts or something.

[laughs] Whatever. It's fine. Get it. It's on sale.

You eat cereal like it's M&M's.

-I know. I know. -I know. I know.

I need to get some broccoli and celery, homes.

-I'll be right back. -[laughs] Okay.

[rhythmic clapping]

[clapping continues]

[no audible dialog]

[♪]

Hey.

You did great. You swam super fast.

-[laughs] I am so sorry. -[whistle blowing]

I didn't mean to freak you out in front of your parents

Oh, no, it's--it's--I'm good.

-It's okay. I'm glad you came. -Okay, good.

-I swam faster because of it. -[whistle blows]

[laughs]

I know.

Uh, okay, I know you need to go back to your parents.

So you can just text me.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Or you can call me.

Or you can send me a letter

in post office or whatever if you want.

[laughs] I'm going to go.

-Okay. Okay, good. -It was great to see you.

-Okay. All right, bye. -Great to see you too. Bye.

[Steve] Question.

[Beth] Okay.

[Steve] You still think about having kids?

That's a question, all right.

What, you don't want to answer?

I didn't say that. I don't know.

-Yeah, I don't know. -Really?

Yeah, really.

And I mean with me, of course.

I figured you did.

I just--I don't know.

I haven't been thinking about it lately.

But whether or not I still love you

is on your mind constantly, right?

Steven, what's up?

What's up with you?

Nothing. I don't know.

So the other night, you didn't go to any book reading.

[scoffs]

Yeah, I did.

Oh, my God, are you following me?

No, I don't need to see the environment or the physical

manifestations of what your deal is.

It's in your eyes.

What?

Are you seriously going to play like that?

-What are you saying? -Come on, Beth.

You know what I'm saying.

No. [scoffs]

No, I mean, just because we're having issues

doesn't mean that I'm doing whatever is in my eyes.

I mean, what about you?

What about you?

No, okay?

Don't do that. Do not switch it, all right?

-We're talking about you first. -Yeah.

-[chuckles] -What?

-I don't know. -Look at that.

-I don't really care anymore. -Did you see that?

-What? -Look at what just happened.

-What happened? -I asked you a question,

and you switched the scenario over to me.

Right. Yeah.

We have to talk about me right now because you say so, huh?

While you're just doing that with your cereal?

I just--I really don't want to be around you right now.

All right, fine. That's totally fine.

-You're going to act like sour grapes. -Yeah.

Go right the fuck ahead and just keep fucking around

on our lives together while I'm making contributions and sacrifices.

-Oh, my God. -I'm just trying to figure this out.

I don't want this conversation to be happening right now.

I'm going to go.

Okay, going to see your-- your man?

No. No, I'm going to show a loft.

-Show a loft, huh? -Yeah.

Who the fuck is buying a loft right now?

Steven!

Can you grow up?

[Beth] You hit me. You took me down.

You concrete wizards. You city lizards.

Destroyers of everything wise. You don't love me.

You don't love me.

You don't love me anymore.

Okay, she's adorable.

Oh, my God.

-[groans] -They're really cute.

[♪]

[car door beeping]

-Good afternoon! -Hey, good afternoon.

[cars passing]

[♪]

Fuck!

[♪]

[playing]

[laughs]

[♪]

-Looks good on you. -Thank you.

-Yeah. -Yeah. I feel very supported.

[♪]

Wonder what's up with the Pharaoh Islands?

Do you know anything about them?

They're dark and cold.

Oh, it doesn't sound that fun.

[♪]

Okay. Yeah.

-Like it? -Yeah.

Yeah.

That's it.

He's got like that dazed-- dazed thing going on.

-That's good. -[muttering]

[laughs]

[♪]

When did you-- when did you come here?

Um, like three years?

-Oh, like-- -Yeah, like three years ago, I think.

Like everybody else.

Ooh, you're from Portland.

[♪]

I really like the--

"you concrete wizards, you city lizards."

-[laughs] -"The stories of everything wise."

I just love--

I like-- I really like that image.

Like a concrete wizard.

I mean, not a wizard made of concrete,

but like a city wizard.

Yeah.

-It's really cool. -Thanks.

Yeah, it's-- but it's also really-- it's like-

it's--yeah, it's--

it's funny, but it's-- I think it feels like--

it feels like insightful.

Like it encapsulates something.

I don't know, you know?

It's like technology or something.

-[both chuckle] -Yeah. Yeah.

But--yeah.

No, it's--

-This is good. This is good. -[laughs] Really?

Yeah, how long have you been-- how long have you been doing stuff like this?

I don't know. Since I was 12, probably.

Wow.

Yeah. I'm glad you like that.

You really like it?

[♪]

No, it's shit.

-Oh, fuck you! Ah! -[laughs]

[Jeremy] No, that's not--

I don't think primal is her vibe.

Oh, no, she's more of like a--

-Yeah, I mean-- -Yeah, you're not--

-No, she's like a-- -That's not it.

She's like a--like an art-- like a creative.

Have you guys-- have you done it yet?

Oh, shit.

Oh, he's cashed.

-Yeah, I mean, he must. -He's cashed it.

-You don't need to pick apart my fucking... -What's this? What's this?

-There's nothing there. -[laughing]

Hey, guys.

-Hey. -Hey.

You guys, you mind if I talk to my man real quick?

Uh...

-Yeah, sure. -Just real quick, homie.

-Go get him, homeboy. -Yeah, sure, me?

Uh, what's it about?

Hey, um...

so you're-- you're having sex with my wife.

[boys chatting]

[laughs] What?

Did I stutter, man?

You fucked my wife.

-Whoa, hey, dude, what? -What?

I'm just going to-- I'm just going to stand here

and keep talking if you want.

-Uh, whoa. -You... fu--

Okay, okay, okay. Just can I--

can you give me a second so I can talk to my friends?

Okay.

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm just going to be-- I've got to go and, like--

I have to have a real talk with this dude for a second.

-Okay. -Cool.

Yeah, it's good.

Let's walk.

-So, how you been? -Um...

-I'm good. Look, I don't know-- -All right, all right.

Shut up. Shut up. Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Steve Edwards. Okay?

-Um, you... -Yeah, hey.

-You, um... -What? What are you--

-I'm sorry, what are you-- -Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk.

-You fucked Elizabeth, man. -Jesus.

My fucking wife.

Edwards, I gave her that last name, dude.

Did you fucking fuck her in my fucking house?

In my bed?

-Look, I don't know what-- -Walk. What's your name, buddy?

-Don't fucking lie to me. -Have you been following me?

Oh, my God, shut the fucking fuck up, man,

before I beat the shit out of you right now, huh?

What, you're 17, you can't do shit?

What? Shut the fuck up! Your friends pull out gats on me, huh?

I can punch you in the throat, buddy, say you're the aggressor towards me.

[Jeremy] Whoa!

[rhythmic clapping]

What's the deal?

Remember that girl I told you about?

Yeah, his daughter?

His wife.

What?

You're--[laughs]

you're fucking that dude's wife?

No, you're not.

No, you're not. No, you--

You were like fucking married women and shit and you didn't want--

you were like--you--

God damn, dude.

-You're serious? -I mean, I like her.

I like her too, you know. It's not--

Yeah, sure. Yeah, yeah.

You're like fucking eloping and shit next week.

Shut up, you know what I mean.

Come on, you don't have to keep treating it

like it's got to be the one, son.

No, I'm not treating it like it's the one.

Yes, you are. Enjoy it, man.

Come on.

You think she isn't?

You think this married woman thinks that you're the one?

Can you stop? You're not helping.

[scoffs]

-Okay. -Okay. Yeah, my fault.

Thanks.

So...

so what, you want to-- you want to jump him?

No, I didn't--

-You want to jump him? -No, I didn't--

-God, no, like, I just, you know-- -Then what?

I just wanted you to know in case--

so in case something happens.

Oh, yeah, no, dude, you're--

you know I have your back.

That's--we're cool.

-We're cool. -Okay.

[woman] I need to give Stephen a bath, Jamie.

Mom, give me five minutes.

Sorry about that.

[rhythmic clapping]

[Jeremy's mom] Dinner's at six.

[clapping continues]

Fuck.

What's going on, ladies man?

Dude, you better go.

Or what?

-What do you want? -Ooh.

I think I want to meet your mom. [laughs]

Okay, look, you're not coming into my house.

Tell you what, boss. You don't come with me right now,

I'm gonna go chat up moms and dads, let them know what's been happening.

You--you think they'll believe you?

They don't know who you are.

Okay, fine. I'll also get the cops.

-So, what are they going to do? -Oh, I don't know.

Along with throwing my wife's ass in jail,

there's probably going to be a trial.

You 18?

Yeah, I've already contacted my attorney.

Hey, clear your head.

You think I'm just going to let this lie?

Be smart. Let's talk.

Okay, look, um, hold on.

I've got to take a minute. I'm going to--

I'm going to run back in. I need to say I'm going out,

-and I'll be right back. -Okay. Yeah.

You don't come back out in two minutes, man.

I'm on your stoop ringing the bell.

And please, please, bring someone else out.

Please.

[rhythmic clapping]

-Hey, Jeremy. -What's up, boy?

What's up, dickbag? Want to play?

-Hey. -I'm going to take a sec.

All right, you ready?

Who was--who was Lauren Bacall's first husband?

Oh, Humphrey Bogart.

-Ding, ding, ding. -Who's Lauren Bacall?

That's right. Here's looking at you, kid

[John] I know who that is.

[mother] No, Shelley Fabares. Fabares?

-[mother laughs] -Is that right?

Shelley Fabraya? I don't even know-- Shelley Fabray?

I don't think she sang either. All right, who knew?

-Who knew? -Sha-Na-Na.

Here we go. Roll the dice.

-Did you get it? Roll it. -Yeah, it's your turn, Dad

[Jeremy's mom] Oh, this is easy.

I just consulted with my brother,

and I'd like to talk to my lawyer first

before we take things any further.

You fucking kidding me, man?

You didn't do dick in there.

He's known about--

No, no, fuck. What the fuck?

[doorbell rings]

Hi, ma'am.

Hi. My name is Steve Ketchner.

Um, well, you know,

I don't really know how to say this.

I know Jeremy's a little in shock right here,

but your, um-- your son...

-is--he's--he's--he's-- -Mom, I--

your son is a great young man.

-He just saved my wife's life. -What?

What--wait, what are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

So, um, he pushed her out of the way

of an oncoming car in traffic about 20 minutes ago.

She was on her phone texting,

which I'm sure she'll think twice about now,

and your son, thank God, he screamed,

and he literally--he grabbed her and he saved her.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Jeremy, are you all right?

I--yeah, I'm--yeah. Yeah, I'm great.

Jesus.

Is she all right? Is everything okay?

She's fine. You know, she's very shaken, but she's okay.

-She's at home. She's resting. -Oh, my God.

Yes, Mrs.?

-Um, uh, Frey. -Oh, um--

Geraldine Frey.

But, um, I insisted on coming by

to thank you personally for raising such a great kid.

I think that his own bravery kind of weirded him out a bit,

but it was just so important for me to come by

and express it to you.

Beth wanted to be here very badly,

-but she's still pretty jittery. -Oh, yeah.

God almighty.

Wow.

Uh...

Okay. Um...

I don't really know what to do here.

Oh, yeah. God, I'm out of my head, too.

Would you like to come in for dinner or something?

She's--I mean, she needs to--

-Maybe... another time. -Okay.

-Yeah. But thank you very much. -Sure.

Okay.

Uh, are you sure you're okay, Jeremy?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, totally fine. -Okay.

Okay, well, I'm gonna get going, all right?

But it was very nice to meet you, Geraldine.

Uh, nice meeting you, too, um, Steve, right?

-Yes. -Yeah. Um...

sure there's nothing we can do for you?

God, you know, I think that Jeremy here has done more than enough.

Um, if anything, I should do something for you guys.

-Oh, no. -Actually, can I get your number?

I know that Beth is probably gonna want to call to thank you

or to thank Jeremy here.

-Um, sure. -Uh...

Uh, of course. You can have mine.

-858-63-- -Oh, no, hey, Mom. No, no, no, no, no, no.

I'll just give them mine. Beth, she'll want to call me.

-Oh. -I assume.

Are you sure? Is that okay?

-Is that okay with you? -Yeah, that's fine.

Um, you're gonna write it down? Don't write it down.

Oh, yeah, don't write it, Jeremy.

It'll get lost.

Okay.

-Call me. -Yeah, I'm on it.

I'm sorry if I seem--

I'm still really just kind of reeling.

Yeah, everything's okay, though, right?

Everything's fine, amazingly.

Cool, so, 312...

778-6854.

-Great. -I'm out of my head.

-Yeah. -Okay.

Can you call me? Can you call me to make sure?

All right.

Great.

Thank you again, sir.

Thanks, Jeremy.

Thank you.

She's, um--

she's really grateful.

That was very brave, Jeremy. Very brave.

Yes, it was.

-Um, I'll see you folks later, okay? -Okay.

You've got a great, lovely family.

Thank you.

Thank you, Steve.

Bye-bye.

[phone dings]

[phone dings]

[phone dings]

-I'm not getting in your car. -Relax, man.

I'm not gonna stab you or touch you funny.

Look, let's just go down to the park nearby.

I will park and go right the fuck back

to your stoop if you don't get in the car right now.

-Right fucking now. -Why?

Okay, okay, come on, man. Come on. Where are we gonna go?

-I don't want to see Beth. -What, please, man?

You think I want to see that bitch?

You think I want you two to have your thing right there in front of me?

Okay, not so loud, okay?

You're coming, right?

Come on, man. I've done enough fucking with you today.

I'm not gonna do any more. You can have the window open.

Okay.

You--but you're not--

you're not going anywhere near my house, okay?

I don't want my family involved.

So what do you do, man?

What do you-- what do you mean, what do I do?

I'm in high school.

Yeah, well, you don't just go to high school.

You play music and shit? What do you do?

I'm a DJ.

You, uh--you play sports? You run track?

-You look like a track guy. -I--I swim.

Swimmer.

Shit, man. It's a lot of work.

If you don't work, you'll drown.

Yeah.

It's apparent that, um, you both hit it off

because of a connection or a combination

of common interests thereof, yeah?

-What? -Right.

So allow me the curiosity of finding out

just who it is that my wife is enjoying

her company with these days.

Motherfucker.

[woman] Oh, hey, Jeremy.

-Hey, what's up? -[Steve] Hey.

-How's it going? -Hey, how you guys doing?

Hey, you're, uh-- your neighbor, Jeremy Frey,

who's in high school of the Freys up on 17th Street,

is having sex with my wife.

Jeremy Frey is fucking Elizabeth Edwards!

She's 35 years old!

She's my wife!

Oh, hey, hey.

[chuckles] Hey, stop.

Coming in?

[Jeremy] Fuck you.

Cool.

[bicycle bell rings]

[♪]

Ah, shit!

[Steve] Hey, Frey.

What do you, uh--

what do you think attracted Beth to you?

I--I have no idea.

You got a fat cock?

Hey, don't look at me, man. Hit the baseball.

You got a magic penis?

Oh, my God. You're all torso.

Use your hips, man.

You know where your center of gravity is?

And loosen up on the baseball bat.

-Jesus Christ. -Fuck!

Hey, don't you fucking leave

that batter's box, boyo, or I'm at your front door.

-What do you want? -I want you to hit the baseball.

They're whizzing by.

Good man.

There it is.

[♪]

There you go. Man!

All right.

I'm gonna give you three more weeks.

What?

Three more weeks with Beth. And then that's it.

-And whenever you two go out-- -Oh, no. I'm not gonna see her anymore.

Whenever you two go out.

You're gonna let me know.

All right?

Dude, you're out of your mind.

You are gonna let me know when,

and you are gonna let me know where.

Okay?

Whenever she goes over to your house,

you're gonna give me a call. All right?

And you cannot come over to our place anymore.

That is out. You understand?

Dude, did you not hear me?

I'm done with her. I'm not gonna see her anymore.

Sure, motherfucker.

But if you do happen to pursue the relationship,

these rules apply.

And don't tell Beth, all right?

She finds out, I will fuck you up

and still ring your doorbell.

I'll get stupid real fast,

even if your friends do have Gats

Look, just stay out of my neighborhood, okay?

Stay the fuck away from me.

[♪]

[indistinct chatter]

I'm not caught up. I'm not caught up.

[chatter continues]

Hey! Jeremy.

-Holly, hey. -What's up?

Uh, not much. I'm just taking a break.

You getting bored?

Cheers.

Oh, so you...

[phone dings]

Hi, this is Teresa. You can leave me a message or just text me.

Thanks.

[phone dings]

[ringing]

Hey, I was gonna call you.

Hello, how are you?

Uh, good.

What have you been up to lately besides avoiding me?

I'm just kidding.

I--I haven't been avoiding you.

I--no, I've-- I'm sorry-- I'm sorry. I've got like fina--

I've got a couple finals coming up and like...

a bunch of big--

like a few big meets

and practice has been really intense,

so I'm, uh--yeah, I'm sorry I haven't called.

Is that all?

Yeah.

Are you mad at me?

No.

Okay.

Why would I be mad?

I don't know.

I give up. Why would you?

Do you want to hang out tomorrow?

Maybe.

I--

What time tomorrow?

[phone dings]

[TV playing]

Jeremy.

Hey, Jeremy.

Yeah?

What's up, buddy?

-So, uh... -Okay, so where?

What time?

Probably like sometime in the afternoon.

-So if that's... -Okay, stop, stop.

What time specifically?

In the afternoon.

One.

-How long? -Um...

I--I don't know, like an hour?

No, like a couple hours, a couple hours.

All right, well, uh, let's, uh, try to have

a timetable for me next time, okay?

Yeah, okay, sure.

Hey, and don't text me, man.

Come on. Not when it's something like this.

Something else?

You're not gonna come over, are you?

Are you kidding me, man? Come on.

[Jeremy] I've smoked before but like in social situations.

I'm not a smoker.

That's cool.

[♪]

What?

Do I look funny?

I think we should go out dancing somewhere.

I think we should get dressed up.

-What do you think? -They have, um--

they have like this soul mod night.

At this club downtown.

Um, I've never went, but I bet it's awesome.

And you're cool with it?

Yeah, well, like '60s stuff, you know?

Um, I mean, it's over 21 but--

uh, you'll, yeah, '60s stuff, you'll like it.

Like they--look.

Where is that?

They--they-- you know, people--

like some people show up in like Vespa scooters...

and, you know, dressed all up like from the era

and then the DJ plays all vinyl.

-Oh, that's cool. -All vinyl of that,

you know, that kind of music.

Where is that?

Uh, it's like a little west of downtown.

Oh, okay.

This looks really fun.

I think we should go.

Well, I need a fake-- I need a fake.

Oh, can't you just use your brothers?

No.

What, he won't let you use his?

No, and I-- I don't--

I don't look that much like him.

Oh.

I bet we can figure it out.

[♪]

-Hey. -Hey.

Guess the party's over here.

[scoffs]

I know that song. What's that from?

Yeah.

You look, uh, great.

Where you, uh-- where you off to?

Huh?

I'm gonna turn that down, okay?

[music volume lowers]

I said that you look really nice.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Where you going?

I'm going dancing with Val and Megan.

You can call Val if you want to.

Oh, come on.

-I don't want to fight. -Yeah.

Can I get a kiss?

Just--just a kiss. Okay?

First base.

[laughs]

-Have a good time, okay? -I will.

[phone ringing]

-Uh, hey. -Hey, man. It's Steve.

The fucking fuck? Were you gonna tell me you were going out?

Uh, yes. I was going to call you.

-Yeah? You sure? -Yeah.

So?

What are you two doing tonight?

Uh, we're going dancing.

Dancing? Really? Where?

Uh, like a club. The Tonic Lounge.

No shit?

Yeah, okay, it's a mod night.

It's like, uh-- it's a club downtown.

Yeah, I fucking know what the Tonic Lounge is, all right?

A what themed night?

And, uh, it's-- it's not downtown, okay?

Mod, like, you know, like '60s themed night?

Mod? Beth, want to do that?

Uh, yeah. I mean, we both wanted to.

Yeah, right, but who specifically came up with the distinct

suggestion of the mod-themed night?

You or her?

Uh, okay, so she wanted to go dancing,

and I suggested the mod night and we both agreed to it.

Really?

So--so she was the one who wanted to dance?

Uh, yeah, isn't that what I said?

Uh, so what time does it start?

When are you-- when are you guys leaving?

Uh, we'll be there for like two hours, maybe.

Yeah, well, uh, she's home by midnight.

-Yeah, okay, sure. -Not a minute after, Frey.

[crickets chirping]

[clatters]

[laughs]

[laughs]

You look fantastic.

[laughs]

Yeah, well, look at you.

I know, right?

I didn't have time to, you know,

curl my hair with Coke cans and stuff.

Yeah, is that a wig?

Oh, my God, yeah. I tried on so many.

[laughs] Does it work?

-Does this work? -Oh, yeah. Hell yeah.

Good to see you. Oh.

Okay, let's go. Let's get out of here.

-Amazing. -You look stunning.

-Stop it. -No, you do.

Oh.

[♪]

[no audible dialog]

[song changes]

[water running]

[toilet flushes]

Hey, man.

Hey.

Dude, this place...

the atmosphere, the lights, the costume,

it's cool, right?

Yeah.

No, it's all right though.

It's vintage.

You like vintage.

Yeah.

You guys, uh, been dancing?

No, not yet really.

Why are you here?

Just checking in.

Dude, can't you just leave me the fuck alone?

Frey, you're out on a date with my wife.

I'm just making sure that everything's cool.

And I'm curious.

You're a real asshole.

Come on, Frey.

I'm gonna defend myself. I'm gonna defend myself.

Get off. Get off! Get off of me!

I don't care.

I don't care. I'm gonna tell her. I don't care.

Tell her? You're gonna tell her

that I gave you permission to date her?

Yeah, bet that goes well.

[song changes]

[no audible dialog]

Hey.

[crying] Oh, God. It's a fucked up night.

This is a fucked up night.

Hey, hey, everybody okay?

Yes.

Hey, why do you keep walking away?

-Why can't you leave her alone? -Frey, don't.

What do you want me to do, Steven?

Look, I'm not mad, all right?

I get it.

I'm really happy that you're not mad.

Why don't you just go home and...

be with whoever you've been staying with?

Because I don't want to.

-Look, are you okay? -I'm fine, yes.

I'm fine, okay?

-She's fine, Jeremy. -Shut up.

Shut up.

This is a stupid dream.

Stupid, fucking stupid dream.

-Is this what you want? -I wanna go home.

I wanna go home.

-[Jeremy] I need a ride. -[laughs]

Oh, my God.

Did he know about us the whole time?

[no audible dialog]

He talked to your mom?

Well, I mean, he-- it wasn't that bad, really.

He was more messing with me.

Wait, you think--you think that I brought him there or something?

-I didn't. -Stop it.

[no audible dialog]

This is--it's just-- this is just done for now, I think.

Why?

[sighs] Where did you think this was gonna go?

Did you think I was just gonna keep visiting you upstairs in your room?

-Is this spot okay? -I think I should be there.

-I think I should be-- -He's my fucking husband!

I know how to handle him, okay?

I'm sorry.

-God, I fucking better know how to handle him. -I'm sor--

[door opens]

[water running]

[glass clicks]

[water running]

[footsteps receding]

[footsteps on stairs]

[sighs]

Do you want me to sleep on the couch?

Yeah.

I think it'd be better if you did.

All right.

I'm--I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know you've been with that kid for a little while.

He's nice. [laughs]

I see why you like him.

-Good night. -Night.

[chorus vocalizing]

[coach] Take your mark.

[splashes]

Go!

Get to the back of the line now!

Hurry up.

Fuck!

Oh, my God!

Stop acting like idiots.

[no audible dialog]

[chorus fades]

[water pattering]

[children playing]

-Hi, there. -Well, hello.

It's been a bit.

I don't even know why I'm here.

I know.

It's awkward, I'm sorry.

What?

I don't know, I just--

I just wanna be able to talk with you face to face.

I see. You--

you're gonna give me the talk face to face

instead of just blowing me off.

Yeah, I bet you've been thinking this one over.

This isn't easy, Jeremy.

I obviously have some things I need to figure out.

Yeah, it seems that way.

Well, I know this is gonna sound like a line or whatever,

but I just-- I mean, no matter what,

I really want to talk with you.

-Fuck this. -I do, okay? I do.

You are this-- this great person

with just this amazing take on things.

Yeah, that's enlightening. Why don't you just fuck off?

I--God, I'm sorry that you have to say that to me.

I'm not putting you out to dry. I'm not--

it's not like something was just completely turned off in me.

Then I guess you're just really crazy and fucked up, huh?

-What's going on, homes? -What do you want?

Your--your boys gonna do a number seven on me?

Not unless you give them the reason to.

Look, I'm not the Son of Sam, all right?

I realize that this stress isn't helpful.

Exams, the taper mode, etc.

-What? -You're tapering, right?

I got respect for student athletes, Jeremy.

I know about the taper.

Are you following me everywhere?

What? No! Come on, man.

I'm just trying to talk with you.

Fuck.

Can't you see that? What's wrong with it?

Yeah, just stop following me. I'll call the police.

Hey, look, look, I'm not following you, okay?

All right, I'll stop following you.

[exhales]

Forget it, whatever.

Just--I just want-- I just want you to leave me alone.

Leave me out of your fucking swinger games

What? Fucking swingers?

Come on, man, what games?

It wasn't a plan, man.

Whatever.

Hey, look.

I'm sorry about what happened, okay?

I feel fucking shitty, all right?

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry.

Whatever.

Man, come on, you gotta believe me.

You--

you're a good kid, okay?

If--if I was gonna have a son, I'd, uh--

I'd want him to have qualities like yours.

Wait, what the-- what the fuck?

-Who are you, man? -I mean it.

Sit down.

Why would you be okay with me being with her?

Don't fucking judge me, Captain, all right?

You do not know as much as you think you do.

The results from all the choices you've ever made have been creamy?

Free will, Jeremy.

Everybody's got free will. I do, you do, Beth does.

She was into you. Maybe she had to get it out of her system.

-I don't know. -Maybe she didn't want to get me out of her system.

Hey, maybe, yeah.

Sure, but you wanna fuck each other up about it?

I don't. I'm played out with that approach

and I like to think that I've been given the benefit of a bigger perspective.

What perspective?

I go a little deeper.

I fuck you up, then what?

What's the point in causing you intense physical harm

or stress?

It's not gonna help.

Like you weren't cheating on her.

Oh, my God, how does it feel being right all the time?

Jeremy, it must be torture, watching everybody else be wrong.

You ever pay a mortgage?

You stay up till three in the morning working

so you can go somewhere nice with your wife?

Your fucking brain isn't even fully formed yet.

How the fuck are you judging me?

I don't think I'm right all the time. You think that's okay?

To cheat?

Not that simple.

That's fucking bullshit, why? Why isn't it that simple?

Yeah, I don't know.

All right, well...

good luck with the swimming.

And, uh...

rest up for taper, all right?

You should eat carbs.

They're good right now.

[sighs]

[no audible dialog]

[crowd cheering]

[announcer speaking indistinctly on PA]

-I think you left it on the bed -That's interesting,

because I think I asked you to put it in my bag

No.

[crowd cheering]

[woman] Take your mark.

-[beeps] -[man] Go!

[no audible dialog]

[whistle blows]

[announcer speaking indistinctly on PA]

[water bubbling]

[whistle blows]

[audio muffled]

[heavy breathing]

[crying]

[boy] Jeremy?

[Jeremy] Yeah?

Jeremy, we got our-- our relay's almost up.

Yeah, I know.

Are you coming?

Yeah, I'm on it.

Okay, we'll see you out there.

[crying]

[exhales]

[♪]

[no audible dialog]

[♪]

[♪]

[music fades]