All language subtitles for Swingtown.S01E05_English

Previously on Swingtown.

I want us to be

completely open,

all options on the table.

You said yes to Tokyo,
didn't you?
You mad?

Ask me from a Japanese pay phone

after we've been apart
for three days.

Sylvia's a partner
at Kessler and Loeb.

Today's woman can do
anything she puts her mind to.

I am going to eat
a pot brownie.

Olly, olly,
oxen free!

(women squealing and laughing)

This works, you know?

You and me.

(sighs)

Babe?

What time is it?

Well, it's bedtime
for me,

but you've got about an hour
to get to the airport.

(sighs)

Not going to be easy
getting used to this schedule.

(laughs)
Tell me about it.

I was debating whether or not

I should let you
sleep right through it.

Come here.

(both sigh)

Did you know that
I can count on one hand

the number of days
we've spent apart

since we were married?

Don't think about it in days,
think about it in hours.

13-hour flight to Tokyo,
13-hour turnaround,

quick 13-hour
flight back home.

Why are there so many 13s
in that sentence?

You superstitious?

(laughs)

Not about the flight.

You don't do well alone, Tom.

I'm not that guy anymore.

And I wouldn't do anything
to mess this up.

It's too... perfect.

(sighs)

Do you have any idea
how much I love you?

(Trina giggling)

JANET:
As you can see, ladies,

this particular line
of stacking bowls

is not just ideal
for storage and convenience,

but it's also
spill-proof.

How much
for the whole lot?
(laughs)

If selling these things
were only that easy.

I suppose the bright side

of Susan moving
across town is that

it opens up a
whole new market.

If I could just relax and
remember my talking points.

Maybe I can
help you relax, hmm?

Take a later
train?
(laughs)

Roger, what has
gotten into you?

Well, I-I just
did my hair.

(laughs)

Come on, where's the crazy
skinny-dipper from the cabin?

That was one weekend
of bad judgment,

and I will not have you

holding that over my
head my entire life.

That was the most fun
I ever saw you have.

(laughs)

Oh.

Well, maybe, uh,
we can pick back up

when I get
home tonight.

Last I checked,
today is not a Friday, Roger.

(laughing):
Now go to work.

Honestly.

LAURIE:
"Anti-ERA leader
Phyllis Schlafly will testify

"before the RNC today,
urging members

"to stand up against
the Supreme Court's decision

protecting a woman's
right to choose."

("Mr. Big Stuff" plays)

Can you believe this?

It's a complicated issue.

I don't see
what's complicated about it.

Carter better win

this election,
or women are totally screwed.

Watch your
mouth, Laur.

Why, because you don't
like what I'm saying?

No, 'cause you sound
like a truck driver.

Paper, please.
* You think you're higher

* Than every star above...

What's for
breakfast?

Uh, this is actually for Janet's
luncheon, but there's

English muffins in the fridge.

Okay.

* Mr. Big Stuff

Wow. How many women are expected
at this thing?

Mm, a dozen.

Right.

(Bruce and Susan laugh)

I'm gonna take this dip over
to Trina's.

Maybe she can use it
for her party tomorrow night.

BRUCE:
What party?
I don't

remember you mentioning a party.

LAURIE:
Maybe you weren't
listening.

It's a
fund-raiser.

Apparently, the government
arrested some actor, and

Trina and Sylvia are raising
money for his legal defense.

The invitation's right there.
I'll see you tonight?

* Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff *

LAURIE:
Oh, wow. I don't
believe this.

BRUCE:
What?

(doorbell ringing)

Come on in.

You and Tom busy?

Oh, Tom flew to
Tokyo last night.
Oh.

But Sylvia and I were just
prepping for the party.

Oh. Well, maybe
I can help.

I-I accidentally made too much
seven-layer dip.
Oh.

Thought if you had room
in your fridge,

you could serve it
at the party.

Oh, well, it's-it's
being catered.
Oh.

But the two of us
have been at this

since the
crack of dawn,

so, if you don't mind,
I might just

break out those chips
right now.

Morning, Sylvia.
Hi!

While I have you here,
I can use your opinion.

What do you think?

Exhibit A.

(laughing)
Oh, my God!

Who-Who is that?

Oh, it's Harry.

Well, maybe
you'd recognize him

better without the stickers.

(laughs)

Harry Reems, our guest of honor.

I...

The star of Deep Throat.

Deep Throat?

(laughs):
Well, of course.

What did you think
this party was for?

Um...

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You're throwing a fund-raiser
for an actor in a porno film?

Well, Harry's an American
citizen first and foremost.

Not to mention
a very sweet guy.

(laughs)
Yeah.
(phone ringing)

Right back.
Okay.

Hello?

TOM:
Is this the lady
of the house?

That depends
on who's calling.

What you wearing?

Oh, honey, you know I'm always
up for a little overseas chat,

but you caught me in
full-blown party-planning mode.

What time is it there?

Who knows? The clocks are
all in Japanese.

You in for the night?

Hmm. Where am I gonna go?

Wouldn't be any fun
without you.

(laughs)

Right, then I'll call
you in a bit and...

tuck you in,
okay, babe?

Mm-hmm.
(laughs)

Love you.

I love you more.

(Japanese pop ballad plays)

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

That was quick.

You didn't give me time
to brush my teeth.

MAN:
Don't bother on my account.

Hey, Rex. No, I thought
you were the wife.

Any plans?

Nope. I'm hanging in tonight.

Want to do some partying?

Yeah? Who you with?

Someone new. What do you say?

Yeah... Why not?

Yeah, stop by on your way out.

TRINA:
Susan, if you have time

to help stuff envelopes,

I can promise you a signed
eight-by-ten glossy of Harry.

(laughs)
Uh...

Susan's not coming.

SUSAN:
When I RSVP'd,

I-I didn't realize

what this party
was all about.

I-I have children.

SYLVIA:
What if one of them
grows up and decides

to be a filmmaker or a painter?

You want them living
in a country

that-that prosecutes artists

for expressing
themselves?

Oh, you don't seriously
consider Deep Throat art?

Who's to say?

I mean, frankly,
I thought it was hilarious.

(laughs)

I'm-I'm curious, Susan.

What did you find so offensive?

I mean, beyond
the ridiculous premise.

Well, to be honest,
I-I haven't seen it.

SYLVIA:
So,

you're fine letting them throw
a man in jail

over a movie
you haven't even seen?

SUSAN:
No, I...

(laughs)

I... It's-It's pornography.

SYLVIA:
Susan, it's fascism.

The Nixon administration set out

to prosecute Harry Reems
for one reason--

to distract attention
from Watergate.

It has no legal
precedent.

I'm sorry. This is not exactly

the kind of thing my
husband and I discuss

around the dinner
table, and I...

SYLVIA:
Please tell me you're not

one of those wives
who needs her husband

to give her her opinion.

TRINA:
Sylvia!

SYLVIA:
Well, by looking
the other way,

she's helping them
get away with it.

What do you think it is
we're doing here?

Well, Susan's not the enemy.

It's all right, Trina.

I think I better go.

(snorting)

Ah. You're up, buddy.

Oh, not tonight.

Still adjusting to
the time difference.

You got to
at least have a drink.

Sure. Uh...

cocktail?

Uh, just grab her a beer.

She's, uh...

She's exotic, Rex, but...
how do you communicate?

Language of love.
(Japanese pop song plays)

It's universal.
(giggles)

(laughs)

(knocking at door)

Well, who could that be?

Oh, I hope
you don't mind, Tom.

I let some of the stews know
we'd be up here.

(sighs)

(laughter)
Hey!

All right, let's
get this party started, huh?

Let's have a round.

This is Tom.

No volleyball net.

Are you sure?
I remember rolling it up

right before we moved out
of the last place.

Nope. Someone should have one
down at the beach.

Or we could just tie a rope
between two trees?

GAIL:
Samantha?

Did you steal my
smokes from the pantry?

Cigarettes don't get up
and walk off by themselves.

Samantha doesn't smoke.

No one's talking to you.

It was my fault, Mom.
I saw you were running low.

I should have
said something.

I'll ride by the store,

pick you up a couple packs.

Okay. Here.

I'll be counting
the change.

(sighs)

Don't keep me
waiting all day.

You stole your mom's cigarettes?

I always take two
out of each carton.

Why?

'Cause now we have enough to
buy a volleyball net.

Come on.

I'll race you
to the beach.

(indistinct shouting)

Good afternoon,
Miss Miller.

Afternoon,
Mr. Stephens.

So, last few days
of summer school.

Hmm. Time really flies, huh?

Do you think?

Feels to me like this week
is dragging on forever.

Hey, Laur.

Don't you look nice.

Hey, teach.
It's Logan.

We met a couple weeks
ago at that play.

Right. How's it going?

Can't complain.

Uh, Laurie,
I will see you in class?

Yup.
Logan.

What are you up to, Logan?

I saw him leave your house
last weekend.

No sense in
denying it.

You're spying on me?

More like

looking out for you.

What do you want?

You.

(school bell rings)

Look, you better
go learn something

while you
still can,

because a teacher like that

might not be working here
much longer.

JANET:
The latest line

of easy-store
containers

passed over a dozen
factory tests.

This is our small bowl
in avocado.

Susan, if you'd kindly pour

the tomato soup...

Sorry.
(nervous
laughter)

Now, to retain
freshness,

you simply
lift a corner,

and you burp
the bowl

of all extra
air, snap...

and seal... whoops.

(all gasp)

Clumsy me.

Now, would you look
at that.

Not a drop
on the sofa.

(laughter, applause)

(doorbell rings)

Excuse me.

Now, if you ladies will
follow me into the kitchen...

Hi, I just wanted...

Oh, I'm sorry, do
you have company?

No, it's just, um,
more like a Tupperware...

party, something
Janet and I

have been doing forever.

I-I would have invited you,
but I-I didn't think you'd

be interested
in burping plastic bowls.

Good call.

I was worried
that you may

have felt a little
ambushed this morning.

Actually, I-I felt, um, stupid.

Oh, that's an
ugly word...

and the last one I'd use
to describe you.

I'm not sure Sylvia would agree.
Sylvia's used

to arguing in court--
she can come on a little strong.

Trina.
Hi.

I didn't think you'd
be joining us.

Oh, I'm afraid I
can't stay,

Janet, but sign me up

for a dozen of... whatever.

Susan,
it's showtime.

I'll be right in.
Okay.

Well, I'll let you get
back to your party.

Here's a little
research on the issue.

And the last thing
you should ever feel

is stupid, Susan.

If you happen to
change your mind

about the party,

the invitation's open, okay?

DOUG:
Thank you all very much

for your hard work in class
these last few weeks.

At least, I'm assuming
you worked hard.

I'll find out tonight
while I'm here grading these.

If you are sitting there

wishing you'd put in a
little more effort,

I could always use
some hot coffee,

maybe a donut
at around midnight.

(students laughing)
Anyone?

I'm just saying there's-
there's extra credit

in there somewhere.

(bell ringing)

BRUCE:
Susan?

Upstairs.

Is it after 6:00 already?

Yeah, I was kind
of hoping

you'd pick me up
from the station.

I'm meeting Roger
and the gang

for a last practice

before tomorrow's
bowling championship.

Sorry, I-I lost
track of time.
Uh...

"Reaming Harry Reems
in Court"?

Is this about
that fund-raiser?

It's terrible what's
happening to this man.

Susan, the guy's
a porno actor.

You-you know about him?

Yeah, yeah, I saw the movie.

You did?

A few months ago,

with some guys
from the exchange.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was just for laughs.

I didn't want you
getting the wrong idea.

Trust me.

The movie is not for you.

I want to go
to the party.

Well, we can't.

Why not?

I have the league
championship tomorrow,

and you don't want
to go to a party

like that without me.

Oh, come on.

You know what goes on
across the street.

Look, is dinner almost ready?

'Cause Roger's
picking me up in, like, 20.

(sighs)

Coming right up.

(murmuring)

Can we talk?

Sure, about what?

I saw Deep Throat
last night.

You went to a porno theater?

Yes.

Did anyone see you there?
I don't know.

I... nobody was paying
any attention to me anyway.

Well, no,
of course not.

What could possibly
be more interesting

than what they were watching?

(sighs)

What were they watching?

This ridiculous story about...

about a woman whose...

pleasure center
is in her throat,

and this wacky doctor
who helps her

to, uh, find it.

That's horrifying.

Oh, completely...

and... and also oddly...
amusing.

I... it's...

really, it's just a silly movie.

With naked people.

Yes.
Having sex.

Oh, yes.

Why are you telling me this?

Because...

the government's prosecuting
the leading actor.

Well, good.

No, it's not, they...

I mean, they're denying him
his First Amendment rights,

and Trina's throwing
a fundraiser

for his legal
defense tonight.

Why am I not surprised?

I want you to come with me.

To a party for a porno actor?

At Trina's?

I...

I think it's important,

and-and Bruce and Roger

are bowling tonight,
so I know you're free.

(sighs)

Please?

Remember that girl

who ate pot brownies

and played Twister at the cabin?

Why does everyone keep
throwing that back at me?

You know I would do anything
for you, Susan...

But not this.

I'm sorry.

There should be martini shakers
under the bar sink,

and if you need extra glasses,
they're right over here.

TOM:
Konichiwa.

Oh, baby.

You're home.

I told you I'd be back
in time for the party.

I tried calling a couple times
last night, or morning.

My time or your time?
Both.

You didn't pick up.
Yeah, well,

a few friends came by the room.

It turned into
quite a little party.

Really? Who?

(sighs)

Rex and the crew,
nobody special.

Well, I can use your help

putting up some
of these banners.

Mmm, you got it.

Just give me a few minutes
to rest my eyes.

MAN:
Does it bother you

to constantly be compared
with Olga Korbut?

I am not Olga Korbut;
I am Nadia Comaneci.

(interviewer laughs)
SPORTSCASTER: A very
confident Nadia...

Hey.

What's going on?
Bored.

The Deckers are having one
of their parties.

My mom's going.

Is that good or bad?

Good, for now.

I don't have to worry
about her till she gets home.

That's
that Romanian girl.

She was on the news
last night, too.

Look at that dismount!

She scored
another ten.

Hard to believe she's
just a kid, like us.

Yeah, except she's perfect.

I wonder what her mother's like.

Probably a lot like yours.

You want a Yoo-hoo?

(both sigh)

And the judges are
tallying her score.

(crowd cheering)

A perfect score!
Perfect.

Hey, when did you get home?

Few minutes ago.

It's bowling night, remember?

You going somewhere?

Um, Trina's party.

I thought we decided we
were sitting this one out.

Actually, you decided that.

Susan, this party

is about pornography.

I know what it's about.

I saw the movie.

Come again?

Last night,
when you were at practice,

I had to see for myself what
the fuss was all about.

LAURIE:
Are you guys talking
about Deep Throat?

Okay, Laurie,

you're interrupting
a private conversation.

Door was open.

I've had it
about up to here

with your sass,
young lady.

I don't want you going

to the Deckers' tonight,
not without me.

That's Mom's decision, Dad.

Laurie, don't talk
back to your father.

I was defending you.

(sighs)

Wow.

LAURIE:
You know, maybe
Dad's right.

If this party
is about fighting censorship,

maybe you don't belong there
after all.

I'll be home

after bowling.

We'll finish the
conversation then, okay?

(chatter)

TOM:
Tell us the truth.

That was a
camera trick.

On our budget?

What you see
is what you got.

Oh, well, that's
a little hard to swallow.

(groans)
Ignore my husband,
Harry.

The whole movie
is ridiculous

male fantasy,
never mind the...

anatomical stretch.

Hey, I'm not a real doctor.

I just played one in the movie.

Well, Linda Lovelace
didn't exactly invent

that move, you know?

Bet I could give her
a run for her money.

Enchantée, Mr. Reems.

My name is Gail.

I'm a big fan.

Ah.

(doorbell rings)

Excuse me.

She's not kidding,
you know?

(both laughing)

I'm not.

(gasps)

Susan...

You made it after all.

Yep.

Come on in.

Things are just
getting started.

(dance music plays)

(dance music playing,
people chattering)

Susan, you look fantastic.

Where's Bruce?

Bowling.

Tom, will you get
Susan a drink, please?

Sure. Bowling?

I don't
believe it.

Janet?!

Well, well, well.

Look who's stepping
up for Harry.

What are you
doing here?

I didn't come
to support pornography,

I just want to make that
perfectly clear.

I'm only here to support Susan.

Good for you.

Ladies, can I
get you a drink?

Gimlet, Susan?

Yes, please.

Uh, I'll have one,
too, please.

Let's mingle.

(women giggle)

(groans)

That bad, huh?

(sighs)

Don't worry, it's not yours.

I actually save
your essay till last.

It gives me something
to look forward to.

Coffee and a bear claw.

(chuckles)

Seems you are the only one

who took my offer of
extra credit seriously.

I'm not here for extra credit.

What are you here for?

It's been a weird couple days.

Yeah, yeah.

You, uh, you seemed a little
out of sorts in class.

Anything you want to talk about?

No.

Just wanted to see you.

"By renouncing fear
in his definition

"of an examined life,
Camus hands each of us

the tools of
our own salvation."

Cindy Linder wrote this?

Mm-hmm.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Eh, eh.

Sorry, you can't read that.

Right. Sorry.

(chuckles)

You're a really good teacher,
you know that?

Only for one more week,
then class dismissed.

Then what?

I don't know.

But I sure am
looking forward to it.

Me, too.

Where you going?

To renounce my fear,
like Cindy said.

("Give Up the Funk"
by Parliament playing)

* Give up the funk

* Ow, we need the funk

Here you go, ma'am.

Thanks for your support.

I'm afraid that's
my last picture.

Well, don't worry, ladies,

I'll dig up some posters
from the movie.

Worst case,
you can sign Polaroids.

I've signed stranger things.

(laughs)

Bored yet?

I could think of
a couple things

to liven up
the party.

(whispers): Ever have a
Singapore Swing?

Uh, I'm-I'm gonna grab some food
while I got the chance.

It's a complete witch hunt,

conceived and executed
by Washington ideologues.

And we're all paying for
it with our tax dollars.

That's right.

Susan, I am so glad
you're here.

What changed your mind?

I might not agree
with what the movie stands for,

but you were right.

Harry Reems is
being railroaded.

It's censorship,
pure and simple.

I owe you an apology.

You and I live

completely different lives,
Sylvia.

I don't expect you to understand
where I'm coming from.

And I never will
if I don't remember to listen.

Apology accepted.

Thank you.

I need a break.

Well, these watercress
sandwiches are delicious.

Mm, too spicy
for me.

If you're afraid
of a little spice,

I don't know
why you're at this party.

Little help from my friends.

They're trying
to keep me out of jail.

Oh, my goodness.

Uh, you're him?

Harry Reems.

That cannot be your real name.

No.

It's how people know me.

Seems to me, people know you for
an entirely different reason.

My winning smile.

(both chuckle)

Ha-ha.

I haven't seen your film, Mr.
Reems, so pardon my ignorance,

but what the heck
were you thinking?

It was a job.

They weren't hiring
at Woolworth's?

(laughs)

I'm an actor.

I just wanted to pay my bills.

Well, I hope they paid you well,
for all the trouble it caused.

$250. That's it.

My legal expenses are
in the tens of thousands.

Plus, no one will hire me
as an actor now.

Certainly there must be
something else you can do.

I, for example, am in sales.

No kidding.

What do you sell?

Uh, kitchen necessities.

Though I'm not sure
they'd let a man do the job.

I cater almost
entirely to women.

I'm pretty good with women.

Well, you really knocked
'em down tonight, Bruce.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You know we-we won
the trophy, you know?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Rog.

It's just, you know,
trouble at home.

What kind
of trouble?

Something's going on
with Susan.

I'm not quite sure
how to explain it.

Does it have to do
with the, um...

you know, the thing
with the Deckers?

Uh, yeah, in a way.

Nothing's been the same
since we met Tom and Trina.

You want to hear
something weird?

It gets weirder?

Okay.

The morning after that first
night with Tom and Trina,

that is the closest I have
felt to Susan since...

our honeymoon.

Yep, that's pretty weird.

But now,

it's like she's this
completely different woman.

What do you mean?

Well, she's got
all these new opinions.

I mean, she's not
picking me up at the train,

dinner is not ready
when I get home.

She went and saw a porno movie,

for Pete's sake.

I mean, sure, the sex,
yes, is great,

but these
other things, man...

I'm sorry, you are,
you're talking

to the wrong guy
on this one.

The only time I'm allowed
to have sex with my own wife

in my own house is
every other Friday night.

Wow.

Um...
Yeah.

Yeah, figured Janet might have
loosened up a bit

after that night at the cabin.

All Janet brought back
from the cabin

is her determination
to stay Susan's best friend.

That's why she went to
Trina's party tonight.

Janet went to
the Deep Throat party?

Only because she thought
Susan needed her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, Susan is there, too?

I'm sorry, to the what party?

Check, please.

(door opens)

Hey, Laur.

Thanks for
meeting me, Logan.

So where's your teacher?

Grading papers.

You know I can bring him down
anytime I want.

Then what's stopping you?

I don't get you.

I know.

But he does.

Look, I understand
you're not happy.

And, yeah, you have
all the power.

But you also have a choice.

Do you remember the day we met?

You stepped on that rusty nail
at the beach.

And you carried me
all the way to your truck,

told me stupid jokes
in the emergency room.

(chuckles softly)

I didn't expect that from you.

That's the reason
I went out with you.

So what do you want me to do?

Just let me go.

DOUG:
Laurie?

Are you still
out there?

You're really sure
this is what you want?

Hey.

I thought you left already.

I was just about to.

Well, I'm, uh,
I'm all finished up,

so if you need a ride home...

No, thanks.

I'm gonna walk.

One more week, right?

Yeah, one more week.

(silverware tapping on glass)

Thanks for coming, everyone.

Um, I want to thank

our wonderful hosts,
Trina and Tom Decker,

for welcoming us
into their home.

(applause)

And we are honored to have
Harry Reems among us tonight.

(applause)

They have the nerve
to charge Mr. Reems

with conspiracy to distribute
obscenities across state lines,

of all ridiculous things.

Now, as you all know,
Mr. Reems is being targeted...

There's Janet.

BRUCE:
No Susan?

(crowd booing, hissing)

SYLVIA:
And it's up to us
to do something about it.

And now, to cap off the evening,
we have a very special treat

for all of you.

Get your things;
we're going home.

Bruce...

TRINA:
So, please,

grab whomever's next to you,

and join us for a private
screening of Deep Throat.

(cheering, excited chatter)

Roger, what are
you doing here?

What am I doing here?

Are you okay?

Of course I'm okay.

Well, hey, good.

Well, they're about to show
the movie, so we better go.

It's just a movie, Roger.

How bad could it be?

Are you saying
you want to stay?

What is going on
with you, Susan?

I came to hear people discuss
an important issue.

More important to you
than me?

Look,

look, you know I didn't
want you to come tonight.

Bruce, you're making
a scene.

You two all
right?
We're fine.

This is my husband,

uh, Bruce.

This is Harry Reems.

Yeah, I know
who you are.

Look, this is between me
and my wife...

Hey, come on, man, be cool.

If she wants to stay,
she should stay.

Oh, shut up, Harry!

Bruce!

(projector clacking)

(sighs)

Get your things,
we're going home.

(people murmuring)

No, I'm not.

Fine.

Where are you
going?

Bruce...

(film projector clacking)

(fly unzipping)

(scattered chuckles)

(woman moaning)

(giggling)

(woman moaning)

Oh!

MAN:
Yeah!

(laughing)

Right back.

(woman moaning)

You okay, Susan?

I don't know.

Everything seems to be
getting so complicated.

How do you mean?

Bruce and I
aren't in sync

the way you
and Tom are.

You-you, you always
seem to know

where the other's
coming from and...

we don't have that.

Well, change isn't
easy on a couple,

no matter how close
you are.

What if I'm the only one
who's changing?

What if Bruce is...

...incapable, somehow?

Then it's up to you
to help him.

(dishes clanging)

(sighs)

Well, that was...
perverse.

Just kinda dumb,
I thought.

Well, it certainly
was that.

Well, I'm sorry
if it upset you.

Well, it didn't exactly,
upset me.

Just...

Did, um, did any part
of you like it?

Why, did-did you?

There you are, Janet.

I saved one for you.

You two want to

join us in the basement?

We got a little after party
kicking up.

Thanks, Harry.

Uh, but I think it's time
for us to, uh...

move on along.

Right?
Yes, definitely.

Time to go.

Mr. Reems.

Good luck to you.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

If you could be any animal
in the world, what would you be?

A bird.

What would you be?

(sighs)

I don't know.

Tiger, maybe.
(chuckles)

(laughs)

If you could be any person
in the world, who would you be?

Can I choose to be me?

Then me.

What about you?

Well, definitely not me.

Or you.

Then who?

Nadia?

(bottles clattering)

Damn it!

I gotta go.

Here.

Take this.

Mom,

you okay?

You been in my
liquor cabinet?

No, Mom.

Maybe you shouldn't have
anymore tonight.

I'm the parent,

you are the kid.

Got it?

Yeah.

Good night.

You think I'm a terrible

person,

don't you?

No.

You're just unhappy.

I love you,
Samantha.

I love you, too.

(sighs)

I didn't go to that party
tonight to upset you.

Why did you go?

I think...

sometimes I feel like

I don't know
what's going on

in the world.

It-it's

not about you.

It... it's not about us.

It's-it's about me.

Everything

keeps shifting.

(sighs)

You, you gotta stop moving
the goalpost on me.

I know it's
confusing for you, Bruce.

It's confusing for me.

I just want to know...

...where all this is taking us.

I don't know.

But I love you.

*

TOM:
Some party.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

How's Susan?

Oh, she and Bruce are having
some growing pains.

Do you realize
when we first met,

I was a stewardess
on an international route,

and you were a co-pilot
on his first big assignment?

Mm-hmm.

You were also in a committed
relationship at the time.

Technically,

I was the other woman.

Those were extraordinary
circumstances.

They seem to be repeating
themselves.

You want me to quit
this route?

I'll do it tomorrow.

No...

I just want you
to understand...

...the reason I didn't want
you to take it

in the first place.

What are you afraid
of, babe?

Losing you.

Never gonna happen.

That's a promise.

(moans)

Mmm.

Want to join our guests
down in the basement?

Maybe, later.
Right now

I feel like spending
some alone time

with my wife.

* I am woman, hear me roar

* In numbers too big to ignore

* And I know too much to go back
and pretend... *

Samantha.

Look out your window.

* ...and I've been down there
on the floor *

* No one's ever gonna keep me
down again *

* Whoa, yes, I am wise

* But it's wisdom born of pain

* Yes, I've paid the price

* But look how much I gained

* If I have to,
I can do anything *

* I am strong

* Strong *

* I am invincible

* Invincible *

* I am woman...

* You can bend
but never break me *

* 'Cause it only serves
to make me *

* More determined
to achieve my final goal *

* And I come back
even stronger *

* Not a novice any longer

* 'Cause you've deepened
the conviction in my soul *

* Oh, yes, I am wise

* But it's wisdom born of pain

* Yes, I've paid the price...

You went to the party anyway,
didn't you?

* If I have to,
I can do anything... *

Yeah.

* I am strong
* Strong... *

Way to go, Mom.

* I am woman

* I am woman

* I am invincible

* I am strong

* I am woman.

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