Original subtitles

(synth music)

(gentle music)

P Pages in a book turning one by one P

P Portraits of the past when we were so young P

P I should forget, but still each day P

P I find the past gets in the way P

P Teenage memories echo through my mind P

P Shadows in the night take me back in time P

P When we believed our love would last P

P But now it's gone P

P Why does the past, still get in my way P

- Yunno, I didn't think I'd be glad to be back, but I really am.

- Just for a short time.

- Especially just for a short time. (chuckles)

- Coach Nunzio asked me to bring you here.

- Coach Nunzio.

(chuckles)

Nothing has changed then?

- Hmm.

Nothing much, except for you.

You're a professional now with the--

- No, no, no.

It's the same there, yunno.

I jump up and down and I shake my tits and I show my ass.

It's the same.

I just get paid more and a lot more people watch me.

That's all.

Well so, whose idea was it to have a reunion?

- Coach Nunzio's.

- Nunzio. Goddamn.

He's a jerk.

He's always been a jerk, though.

It's not as bad as Salinas was, though.

Did you know him?

-Ah;

oh no, that's right.

Yeah, he got fired the same time as me.

You wouldn't have had a chance.

- Yeah, that's when I took over your old job as head rah-rah cheerleader.

- Rah-rah.

- It was right after the last trip.

- Yeah, five years ago.

- What happened?

- Oh, it was a madhouse.

An absolute madhouse.

(clamoring) (blows whistle)

- Okay.

I just wanna say one thing.

- [Janice] It started with Nunzio, of course, on the bus,

and it just spread.

- [Salinas] I just wanna say that this year, this fuckin' Wahoo team

has come a long fuckin' way.

I am fuckin' proud of you guys.

(team cheers)

A lotta people said this year Wahoo High was finished,

that we were bunk, couldn't play ball, that we'd rather suck dick

that we'd rather suck dick

than hit a man low!

(team yelling)

I'm here to tell you guys, we are not going to suck dick,

not in this state, not in this country,

not in this fuckin' game because we are men.

(team cheers)

If Parkwood High thinks they're going to walk off

with that fuckin' silver trophy tomorrow, they got another thing comin'

'cause we're gonna stick it to 'em, to those motherfuckers

“til they fuckin' bleed!

(yelling) (cheering)

- [Salinas] Lemme hear you say kill. - [Team] Kill!

- Lemme hear you say fight. - Fight!

- Lemme hear you say we're gonna beat those motherfucking sons of bitches

come tomorrow.

(yelling) (cheering)

- [Salinas] Lemme hear you say murder.

- [Team] Murder!

- Mur-, murder.

- Lemme hear you say fight!

- Fight!

- Lemme hear you say kill!

- Kill!

- Lemme hear you say beat!

- Beat!

- Lemme hear you say fight!

- Fight!

- Lemme hear you say kill! - Kill!

- Lemme hear you say fight! - Fight!

- Lemme hear you say we're gonna beat those motherfucking sons of bitches.

(yelling) (cheering)

(team claps)

(upbeat music)

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Don't you know we got a game?

- Hey coach, I'm practicing my snap.

Can't ya see? Couple, hut, hut.

- Put your fuckin' pants on now!

(team cheers)

(applause)

- There ya go, Nunzio.

- ...would make a great center.

Look at those legs. Look at that snatch.

You put your hand under it like this, see?

- You're fined, Nunzio!

- Wait, wait!

Coach,coach, I got a better idea.

Watch. Watch.

Jan, Jan LeMay.

Great referee.

Watch her blow the whistle.

(applause) (peppy musiC)

(cheering) (whistling)

(background chatter) - Knock it off!

- [Salinas] What's the matter with you?

Ms. Adams,

you are disgusting.

- Coach Salinas!

(cheers)

- When we get back, I wanna see you in my office.

Alone, you hear me, young lady?

- He wants to fuck your ass up.

- I heard that, Nunzio!

That's a double fine!

- I love that guy.

- The feeling of chasing each other, of getting laid.

God, it just seemed to take everybody over.

Then word got around, and because we were in charge,

Coach Salinas and I got canned but good.

It was really the best thing that ever happened to me,

but Salinas just flipped out, even more than we had been,

which was-- (tsks)

- Hi, Janice. - Oh my God.

(gasps)

Salinas. (clears throat)

- George Salinas.

- Chris Hopkins.

- Well, mind if I join you? (chuckles)

- It's the first time you've ever asked for anything.

You might as well.

- Thank you. - God!

- Well, I've changed.

- Yeah...

Yeah, for you to even be halfway polite is a change.

What happened?

Did you have a frontal lobotomy?

- I went through a very bad time.

- Yeah, you put a lot of people through it with you, too.

- Sorry about that.

- You're gonna make me nervous talking like that.

I feel like I'm voting for Nixon again.

- I'll leave if you like. - No, please stay.

- Oh, but you don't know him.

He was the biggest bastard that ever walked the face of the planet.

I'm telling you, he hated everybody and everything.

What, are you here for the reunion?

- Mm-hm. - Oh my God.

You mean to say after everything happened,

you still have the guts to go?

- Well, I'm not exactly looking forward to it,

but I just think it's something I have to do.

I've got to face those people like I had to come over here and face you again.

- You don't seem like such a bad man to me.

Were you really as bad as Janice says?

- Well, I'm afraid Janice has always been known to tell the truth.

(screams)

- Salinas! Please!

Not in front of the children.

I have asked you, not in front of the children.

- Fuck the children.

(engine hums)

- Is this seat taken?

- No.

- May I sit down? - Sure.

- Thank you.

- Johnson.

- Yes, coach.

- Why don't you do me a favor, huh?

Go alphabetize some cards for me.

- Yes, coach.

- Why don't you do it right now, Johnson?

- Yes, coach.

- Now! Johnson, now!

Hut. Hut one, two.

Hut! (blows whistle)

(engine hums)

This kid will never be a ball player.

- So how's our star fullback today?

- I'm fine, Ms. Templeton.

Thank you. - Good.

Are you ready for the game tomorrow?

- Sure, I am.

My dad says I got a chance of gaining maybe a hundred yards today.

- Really? - Yesh.

I mean, ever since I've been working,

my legs have gotten stronger.

I think it's helped my running game a lot.

- Yeah.

I've been watching you.

You are stronger.

- I feel stronger.

A lot stronger.

- Tell me, my dear,

haven't you ever, been touched by a man?

Haven't you ever touched a man?

- No.

- Never?

- Never.

- I find that hard to believe.

- But it's true.

Don't you just love the way the wind blows the trees?

- So why don't I ever see you talking with any girls?

- What?

- I said, why don't I ever see you talking with any girls?

- I talk to girls.

- So why don't I see you?

- Well, I talk to girls, believe me.

Tons.

- Why don't you ever talk to me?

- What?

- I said, why don't you ever talk to me?

I want you to feel free at any time,

at any place to come

and talk to me.

Because Jeffrey, that's what I'm here for.

I care.

(piano music) (engine hums)

- Oh, shit.

(road noise)

- Well, that's what I'd like to do.

At least my grades are good enough.

- Hey, why don't you give us a cheer?

- Yeah.

- Where? Right here?

- Yeah!

Come on, show us how you do it.

- Oh, you know how I do it.

- Yeah, I know how you do it, but I want these guys to see how you do it.

- Well,

all right.

(groaning)

- And jump real high like in a game. I wanna get excited.

- Ready? - [Players] Yeah!

- Rah, rah, rah!

- Yeah! - Kick me, rah.

Rah for this high school.

Rah, rah, rah.

(team cheers) - Deana, Deana, what a year for you.

(team cheers)

- What the goddamn heck are they doing back there?

(team cheers)

(indistinct)

- You ragged old man.

- Would you like to pet my pussy?

- Yeah Sue, I'd love to pet your pussy.

- Here, pet pussy.

- Ooh yo...

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- You wanna get laid?

(hand slaps)

- Don't do that in front of the players? What are ya, nuts?

- Don't ever touch me again in front of the players,

or I'll burn your nuts.

(bright music)

(background chatter)

- Alright gentlemen, can I have your attention for just a minute?

Gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?

Gentlemen!

(blows whistle)

(farts) - Give it to me!

- [Salinas] Alright! - Fuck you.

(laughter)

- You got your assigned rooms.

Curfew is eight o'clock.

(booing) - Bullshit!

(players chatter)

- Nothing happens 'til 9:00!

We didn't come all the way to Johnsonville to watch TV.

Yunno, like The Waltons, right?

(laughter)

- Hey Nunzio, you came up to Johnsonville, what we all came up here for is to win.

Men win, and this fuckin' team is gonna win tomorrow.

(applause) (team cheers)

You all got your trip slips bearing your parents' signature.

I'll have them turned over to Ms. Templeton on the way out.

- My mother and father are dead.

(laughter)

- [Salinas] Very funny, Nunzio.

When I see your father, I'll tell him how funny you are.

Okay, let's move out.

- Wait, wait a minute. Hold on.

God, you could give me a chance, yunno?

- I'll give you all the chances you want.

- I mean to talk to the students.

Alright, I have a few more things to say before we unload.

Now, I know that most of you want this game to be a real win for Wahoo High.

Now, we've already had one example of what happens

if we don't keep a hand on our actions.

(laughter)

- I've got my hand on your action.

(laughter)

- You guys are here to represent our school and act accordingly.

Thank you.

(team cheers)

- [Salinas] Okay, move it out.

Let's go.

(whimsical music) (background chatter)

- God! Wait a minute, I need my shoes.

- Hey, you all right?

- Thank you.

- Don't lose it.

- And you, my dear, I want to see you later alone.

- You're not gonna tell my parents. - Personally, I think

they should know.

- You shoulda thought of that before the damage was done,

my. younglady

Now get on.

(paper rustles)

Nunzio, I want the fine paid before Tuesday.

- I'm not payin' shit.

- You pay when I tell you to pay, Nunzio.

- Why don't you and your girlfriend sue me?

- Nunzio, you got one foot in shit, don't put the other one in.

Daughs)

Come on, we're alone. Let's go.

(Janice groans) - Let me go!

- Come on, I can do it. - Ouch. Let go of me.

You are a pig, and I don't sleep with pigs.

Shit!

(sighs)

- Tough fuckin' broad.

- One of us is gonna have to call her.

- Why don't you call her?

- Oh David, I can't call her.

How about you, Mick?

- I couldn't call her. I wouldn't know what to say.

- Aw come on, Mick, you can do it.

- No really, I can't.

- Gentlemen, what's Deana's room number?

The savage would like a little nookie.

- I, I think it's thirty, thirty-eight.

- Thank you.

(phone clicks)

(phone rings)

- Hello? - Hello, Deana.

- Oh, hi Savage.

- What?

What? - Hi, Savage.

- Listen, Deana, how you doing? - Fine.

- I would like for you to, uh, come over to my room now,

yunno what I mean? - No,

IdonT think so.

- Deana, what do you mean you don't think so?

Listen, it's a big game.

I'm very excited.

I would like to see you tonight.

- No, not tonight, Savage.

- Deana, Deana, Deana, listen, I wanna tell ya that,

uh, that ever since I first saw your nipples,

I have been in an auto-erotic frenzy,

yunno what I mean?

- Well, (tsks)

Okay.

Should I bring my pom-poms?

- Definitely bring your pom-poms.

Definitely bring 'em.

- What room are you in?

- I'm in 22.

- I'll see you later. - All right.

(cheers) - No way.

Let's freshen up.

(mellow music)

Come on, come on.

- Alright, hurry up. Don't use it all.

We're gonna have fun tonight, woo!

(screams)

- Savage would like to be alone now, gentlemen.

Bye.

- You mean out?

(Savage barks)

(door clicks)

(door clicks)

- Savage!

(door thuds)

(knocking on door)

- Come on in.

(door thuds) - Hello, Savage.

- I'm gonna suck your ass.

That's right.

I'm gonna lick your little pussy, your little clit.

Ahh, ya like that, don't you?

Daughs)

Thats fight,honey

You like it, don't you?

I'm going to stick my tongue all the way up your fuckin' ass.

That's right.

Coach Salinas?

Never heard of him.

(receiver clatters)

Fucking whore. She knew it!

She knew it was me.

I'm fuckin' fake.

Fucking fake.

She knew it was me!

(gentle music)

- Yeah, ten dollars on the exacta, and--

(door rattles)

I'll bag that genie tonight.

Fifty dollars to win.

What do you have on Cleveland?

(gentle music)

(grunting)

(moaning)

(heavy breathing)

(humming)

(panting) (lush music continues)

(Savage growls)

- Oh, Savage.

(Savage snarling)

(lush music continues)

(heavy breathing)

(moaning)

(grunts) (moans)

- Oh, do it again harder.

Harder.

(grunts)

(moans)

Oh, please.

- Look at you.

(moans)

Look at you.

(moans) - Oh, wow.

(mellow music)

(moans) Oh, yes.

(mellow music continues)

(moaning)

(moaning) (pleading)

- No, no. - I'm sorry.

- No, I wanted more. - More?

- Yes.

That's what this is.

Tie that bow around my dick.

- No, not unless you give me more.

- If you do it, maybe I will.

Tie the bow around.

That's a pretty bow.

(Barb cooing) That's such a nice ribbon.

That's it. Tie the bow.

Let's see. - You promise you'll give me more?

- Maybe. - Maybe.

- Tie that bow.

(moaning) (mellow music)

I'm gonna come all over your tits.

- No, I want more.

- No, no, no.

You've been bad. That's all you get.

Maybe some more tomorrow.

I'm gonna come all over your tits.

(grunts)

(moaning) (mellow music)

(kissing) (moaning)

Thanks a lot.

- I remember Didi, our mascot, from that last year.

Huh.

She told me what happened on that tree.

Boy, Didi wasn't too bright, yunno, and

well, she was stupid enough

to go to Coach Salinas' room one evening.

- Ever been raped? - No.

- Hmm.

Would you like to try it?

- Yeah! daughs)

- How'd you like some big fuckin' hard dick

in your cunt? - Ohh.

Ooh.

(moans)

Would you like some big hard dick in your cunt, huh?

- No. - That's better.

- Ooh! No.

(moans) Oh.

- That's right. (moans)

Yes, that's it.

Say, "No, please no."

- Oh, no.

- Good.

(moans) No, no.

- Good, I know ya love it.

Ya love it, you fucking little whore.

(moans) (music)

Yes, you shit little whore. Keep fucking doing that.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

That's it, that's it, that's it. That's it, you fuckin' little whore.

That's it. Lick it up. Lick it up.

Lick it up!

I know you love it, you fuckin' little whore.

That's it.

- Yeah, I did take awful advantage of that kid.

I'll apologize to her when I see her.

- Boy, this is getting a little bit hard to take.

- I can imagine.

So, can I buy you ladies dinner?

- I'm sorry.

I've already planned dinner at my place for us.

- Another time, maybe.

It's nice seeing you, Janice.

- Uh, yeah.

- Oh wait, Mr. Salinas.

Why don't you have dinner at my place with us?

I have plenty.

- Would you mind?

- No.

- Alright, great. I'd love to.

- Okay. Where are you staying?

- The hotel.

- You're just ten minutes from us.

I'm staying over at 2125 Pine.

- Okay, beautiful.

- About an hour?

- Great. I'll see you.

- I hope that you're not making a mistake here.

- Oh, don't worry.

It'll be all right.

- Well, I wouldn't get too close to him after he drinks this one.

- Why not?

- He'll start grabbing again like the old Salinas.

- I think you're being too hard on him, Janice.

- We'll see.

- So, do you plan to go back into coaching?

- No, I don't think so.

I like being a scout.

I can watch the games with no pressure.

I'm pretty good at it. I have a lot of time.

- That's a change.

He used to think that anything that he could lay his hands

on that didn't run away first was talent.

- I always thought you were a talent, Janice.

- Is that a compliment?

Oh well, I guess it is.

You tried grabbing me enough.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, it's all right. Don't apologize.

- Anyway, I'm glad to see things are going up so well for you.

- It's thanks to you.

- How's that?

- If you hadn't gotten me fired with you, I wouldn't have had to leave,

and we'd never have gone for the big time.

- I didn't get you fired.

- What?

- Remember the kid you thought was so gorgeous?

- Yeah. - His father started the probe.

He wanted the kid to turn pro, and when he turned in such

a lousy performance on the field, the kid told him what happened.

- Ohh.

- Oh, the room is nice.

(knocking on door)

Hold on, Dad, there's someone at the door.

Who's there? (door clicks)

(gentle music)

(door thuds) - May I come in?

- Sure.

No, it's no one, Dad.

It's just room service.

Sure.

Yes, I did that, too.

Uh-huh.

No, no.

No, there's no one in the room.

Unh-uh.

I gotta go.

Yeah, okay.

Bye-bye.

(gentle music continues)

- Does having me in the room make you nervous?

- No. - Not even a little?

- A little.

- How old are you, Jeffrey?

- Seventeen.

- I adore young men,

especially seventeen-year-old young men.

- I don't know what to say.

- You don't have to say anything.

- I don't know what to do.

(gentle music continues)

- Stand up.

You have such blue eyes.

(kissing)

(mellow music continues)

(moaning) (mellow music continues)

(sucking) (mellow music continues)

(heavy breathing)

(panting)

(moans)

(mellow music continues)

(moans)

(groaning)

- Well, sometimes you have to be aggressive to get what you want.

(background chatter)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm glad you called.

The TV set was beginning to get on my nerves.

Where's Janice?

- Visiting an old friend.

- How about you?

- Visiting a new friend.

Vodka, wasn't it?

- Hey, I'm very flattered.

You must have better things to do than sit around here talking to me.

- Nothing I would prefer doing.

- You're very kind.

- No, I like you.

And Janice would, too, if she'd only let herself.

- She's right. She has no reason to like me.

- And I have no reason not to.

(Salinas chuckles) - Okay, I'll drink to that.

Hey, want to go for a walk?

- I have a better idea.

(mellow music)

(kissing)

(moaning) (water swirling)

(kissing) (moaning)

(mellow music continues)

(moans)

(kissing) (moans)

(moaning) (heavy breathing)

(moaning) (mellow music continues)

(gasping)

(kissing)

(kissing) (mellow music continues)

(water swirling)

(slurping)

(heavy breathing)

(mellow music continues)

(mellow music continues) (gaSPing)

(groaning) (water swirling)

(mellow music continues)

(gasping)

(loud moaning)

(bell rings)

(door clicks)

- Oh, hi.

- Hey. - Hi, buddy.

- How you doing? - First day!

Coach Salinas.

- Oh, hey. How you doing? It's just plain George Salinas now.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

How you doing? - I'm doing good.

In fact, it's been great for the last five years,

ever since you got shitcanned.

- [Salinas] I'm glad to hear it.

- You're looking great.

- Well, thank you very much.

- So, has he tried to grab you yet?

(tsks)

I don't believe you,yunno.

- [Nunzio] I took over your job three years ago.

- Yeah, I hear you're pretty good at it, too.

- Come on, Salinas. What's the matter with you?

Where's the old fire?

- Ah, I dunno. It burnt out, I guess.

- Bullshit.

What, have you been going to a psychiatrist?

Come on.

- Nunzio, better clean up your act, or I'll have you out of here.

- Really.

- That's my dream girl.

- Better keep dreaming, buddy.

That's all you're gonna get.

Now, how about a drink?

- Uh yeah, sure.

A shot of tequila.

Neat.

- Okay.

(footsteps thump)

- I do. I dream about her all the time.

- What about your wife, Jan?

- Nah, I never dream about her.

- Well, what does she say when you dream about another woman all night

and then wake up ready for action?

- Are you kiddin'?

She loves it.

If she didn't, she can go fuck herself.

- Oh, God.

Nunzio, you're as bad as ever, I swear.

Well, do you remember her?

The blonde cheerleader he had on the bus on that last trip?

Did she ever tell you what happened between her and Salinas?

- Yeah yeah yeah. She told me. She told me.

(knocking on door)

- Who is it?

- It's Jan. You wanted to see me.

- Come in, Ms. Adams.

(book slams)

Have a seat.

That's my chair.

Well, what are we going to do with you,

Ms. Adams?

- I don't know, Coach. Suspend me, I guess.

- Suspend you?

Ms. Adams,

when we're traveling,

you're fucking somebody all the time.

Have you noticed?

If it's not Nunzio, it's Jack.

If it's not Jack, it's Al.

If it's not Al, it's Nunzio again.

Ya like to fuck, don't you, Ms. Adams?

- Yeah.

- Why doncha fuck me, Ms. Adams?

- Coach? - Yeah,

stand up.

That's a good girl.

Straight and tall. That's right.

You like that, Ms. Adams?

Maybe we can take care of this little problem you got together.

Ya know what I mean? - Coach Salinas!

- Feels good when I rub your little pussy, huh?

Do you like when the boys sort of rub your little pussy?

- Mm-hm. - Tell me you like it.

Tell me what it's like. - Coach.

- Say I like when the boys rub my little pussy.

- Ooh.

I love it

when they touch me. - You love it.

When they touch what?

- My pussy. - What kind of pussy?

- My little pussy. - That's right.

Come here.

(punching buttons)

- Hey Savage, this is Nunzio.

Have you seen Jan?

Yeah yeah, right. I was on the bus too.

I know I saw her there.

Don't you remember?

Right. I mean now.

Now.

- Show me your pretty little pussy.

You like showing off your little cunt, don't you?

- Oh, yeah. - Touch it.

That's it. Show me.

(Jan moans)

Pretty little thing.

Fuck the whole fuckin' football team, huh?

Why is that, Ms. Adams?

You like to get fucked, huh?

Yes. I do.

Dicks inside there, huh?

Like big fat dicks in there, huh? - Yes.

Now just spread it all over, Ms. Adams.

Stick it right in there, huh?

Feel good, huh?

Yes.

Sure. That's good.

Sure. That's it.

(moaning)

Feel good, huh?

You like the whistle, huh? (whistle blows)

Feels good, doesn't it?

(whistle blows)

(moaning)

(loud moans)

Blow the whistle. (whistle blows)

Oh, fuck.

(moaning)

You like boys, Ms. Adams, huh?

- Yes.

(moaning)

(music continues)

This feels good.

- Keep those slutty panties.

Take my fucking dick out.

Come all over those cute fucking little panties.

- Ooh, don't you want to come on my face?

- What the fuck do you think I am, some kinda fuckin' animal?

Come on your cute little panties.

Cute little panties.

Daughs)

Yeah, that's right.

Okay.

- I apologize, Nunzio.

- Hey, who the hell cares?

That was a long time ago.

What do you care?

I don't care.

I know, I know how tempting it could be.

Yunno, I didn't mean to be such an ass, Coach.

- I don't think any of us means to be,

Coach.

- Hey, where's my dream girl?

- Well.

- Well!

Where was that winning personality all those years anyway?

- It was always there.

I just didn't have enough strength to bring it out.

- It's too bad.

Underneath all that hate and bullshit, there wasn't a bad-looking man.

- Don't let it happen to you.

(footsteps thump)

- [Chris] Here you go. - Thank you.

- Well, I've gotta take off, guys.

- Ohh, well, thanks for a lovely day.

- Yes, it was great.

- You're gonna be at the party tomorrow, right?

- Oh yeah, I wouldn't miss it.

- Alright. - Okay, see ya.

- Bye.

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(sighs) - Damn.

I'm going to the bathroom, you guys.

- Well, yunno uh,

didn't I ever tell you the first time I dreamt

about you was the last football game I ever played

on that last trip?

- Mm, no.

Tell me about it.

- Wanna hear about it?

Yeah.

Oh, it was beautiful.

Oh, I just start thinking, and it was like being in heaven.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(heavy breathing)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(groaning)

(moaning) (gentle music continues)

(panting)

(moaning)

(gentle music continues)

(moans)

(grunting)

(slurping) (gentle music continues)

- Boy Nunzio, that's some dream you had.

I didn't know you had that much imagination.

(Nunzio chuckles)

- Good evening, George. - Hi.

- The usual? - Uh, yeah.

Hey.

- How ya doing? - Alright.

You left early.

- Well, I said everything I had to say.

- To everyone? - Yeah.

- Well, so what now?

- Well, now I just put all that behind me,

and I start fresh.

I feel pretty good about myself.

Start all over.

- So fyou came out here to say anything else, you better do it now

because it's your last chance.

(chuckles) - No, nothing.

- Then it's over.

- Well, buy a lady a drink, for old times' sake?

- Nope.

New times.

- Alright, I'll have a screwdriver.

Yunno, I was thinking about what you were saying

last night about not letting it happen to me,

and uh, yeah,

I've been under a lot of pressure lately.

Do you think that, yunno, that's what does it?

- It helps.

- Yeah, I guess so.

You were a real bastard, that's for sure.

- Yeah. (Janice scoffs)

- Well, not anymore.

I like you now, George.

- Ah well, that makes this whole trip

worth the trouble of the last five years.

Of all the people here, I

really cared most about what you thought.

- I care for you too, George.

A lot.

(gentle music)

P Pages in a book P

P Turning one by one P

P Portraits of the past P

P When we were so young P

P I should forget P

P But still, each day P

P I find the past gets in the way P

P Teenage memories P

P Echo through my mind P

P Shadows in the night P

P Take me back in time P

P When we believed our love would last P

P But now it's gone P

P Why does the past still get in the way P

P Can we try again P

P and relive what we had then P

P If we give it all it takes P

P and don't make the same mistakes P

P Couldn't we find a brighter ending P

P If it was a game P

P Nothing but pretend P

P Tell me why my heart doesn't want to mend P

P Why do | hide behind a mask P

P Can't fall in love P

P Why does the past still get in the way P

P Can we try again and relive what we had then P

P If we give it all it takes P

P and don't make the same mistakes P

P Couldn't we find a brighter ending P

P Teenage memories P

P Echo through my mind P

P Shadows in the night P

P Take me back in time P

P But I don't hide behind a mask P

P To love again D

P and know the past won't get in the way. P

(moaning)

(gentle music continues)

(kissing)

(heavy breathing)

- Oooh. (gentle music continues)

(slurping) (moaning)

(moaning) (sucking)

(gentle music continues)

Ohh.

(moaning)

- C'mon.

(heavy breathing)

(gentle music continues)

(gasping)

(heavy breathing)

- Oh God, George, I didn't think it would be you.

(sighing) But I'm glad,

I'm really glad.

Daughs)

It's been a hell of a reunion, George.

Daughs)

(gentle music)