All language subtitles for I.Know.This.Much.is.True.S01E06.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-TEPES_ENG

DR. PATEL:
What's on your mind?

DOMINICK BIRDSEY:
This book my grandfather wrote.

DOMINICK: My mom,
her whole life,

just thought he was
this wonderful guy.

-Turns out he's not.

DR. PATEL: Do you think
that you're like him?

Your grandfather betrayed
his brother.

-THOMAS BIRDSEY: No! No!
-DOMINICK: You're hurting him!

He's fucking cursed,

we're all fucking cursed.

Don't pamper this boy.

Is my real father alive?

MAN: I caught him breaking into
your brother's room.

I want my brother out of there
by the end of the week.

LISA SHEFFER:
Everybody thinks it's wrong

for him to go with you.

DOMINICK: I'm not giving up
on my brother.

Hey, you know what?
We'll come back
in a couple months

and we'll go
raspberry picking

over the hill there.
Remember?

The raspberry leaves
are poison.

They ground it up
and they put it in my tea

when I was in the hospital.

They were trying
to kill me there.

They're not poisonous, buddy.

Wow.

All these big old
Chinkapin Oaks.

Look at 'em, Thomas.

Just the same as
when we were kids, right?

It's like they've
always been massive,

even when we were little.

You remember her?

Penny Ann Drinkwater.

Dominick:
Hey, did you, uh...

did you see her brother a lot
when you were down there?

Down where?

Dominick:
In Hatch. The janitor.

Ralph Drinkwater.

Remember, you said
you saw him once?

You want to see the Falls?

A holy place.

What?

I said it's a holy place.

Do you believe in God?

I wish I did, man.

Jesus Christ is your savior,
Dominick.

He loves you, forgives you.

I know.

You know, someone
told me once that this--
this river is life.

And all it's doing is flowing
from the past into the future.

And just passing us as it goes.

Let's walk down to the water.

No, no, it's too cold.
Come on, let's go.

I'll bring you back
when it's warm.

In June, when the laurels
are blooming.

We'll walk around.
Come on, are you hungry?

I'm hungry.
Let's get some food.

TV Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen,
rock and roll.

Fuck you, Grandpa.

Okay. Great.

You ready, pal?
Let's get you...

put some pajamas on you, okay?

Hands up.

Okay, man.
Give me a hand here.

No pun intended.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you
for taking care of me.

Yeah.

Thank you.

♪ You've got the power
to make me feel good ♪

Lay down, bud.

♪ I never would ♪

♪ I was never satisfied ♪

Snug like a bug.

You need anything?

-Water.
-Some water?

Okay.

♪ They never
felt this way I bet ♪

♪ So don't underestimate
my point of view ♪

♪ Cherish the thought ♪

♪ Of always having you ♪

♪ Here by my side ♪

♪ And baby, I cherish... ♪

Hey, buddy.

Buddy, I got your water.

♪ Singing it ♪

♪ Cherish the joy ♪

♪ You've got the power
to make me feel good ♪

♪ And baby, I perish
the thought ♪

♪ I never would ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Can't get away,
I won't let you ♪

♪ Who ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ I could never forget to ♪

♪ Cherish is the word
I use to remind me of ♪

♪ Your love ♪

♪ Givin' it,
givin' it to me, boy ♪

Thomas?

Hey, Thomas?

Hey, Thomas?

-Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Fuck.

Thomas.

Thomas.

Thomas!

Thomas!

Thomas!

Officer:
We got a call about
a missing person.

-Dominick: Yeah, my brother.
-We're here to help you.

Who's this?
Is this your brother?

No, no, that's my father,
stepfather.

Where the hell is he?
Where is he?

Officer:
He's missing, but we're gonna
take care of it.

We're gonna get out there
and we're gonna look for him.

-When are you gonna do this?
-We're gonna find him.

Any specific places
that he likes to hang out at?

Yeah, the Falls.

Jesus. Jesus Christ!

Dominick: Thomas!

Thomas!

Ray: Tommy!

Dominick: Thomas!

Thomas!

Come out!

Ray: Tommy! Tommy!

Tommy!

Dominick:
In deep water,

in the plunge pool
of the waterfall,

they found him.

He'd been stuck
under the forces
of the current

for hours, they said.

The rocks had banged him up
pretty bad.

There were scratches all over
his face, Ray told me.

He was the one who went down
and identified the body.

I found something!

Dominick:
Accidental, they ruled.

Funeral Director:
Before I start
the funeral arrangements,

I'd like to gather
some information
for the death certificate.

So I have his name
as Thomas Birdsey.

Uh, his date of birth?

December 31st, 1949.

Did he ever serve
in the armed forces?

-No.
-Okay.

Highest level of education.

Uh, 12th grade.
He had a year of college.

Okay, so some college.

And his marital status?

None. Single.

Single. Never married.
Okay.

Now, what did Thomas
do for an occupation?

-He didn't work.
-Well, he, he had a job.

He had a little job.
But, uh, he was--
he was in and out of--

he was in and out
of state hospitals,

mental hospitals,
but he had a--
he had a little,

he had a coffee cart.

Okay, how about
I'll put down "disabled" then.

-Yeah, that's fine.
-Is it? Okay.

That's fine, and I need
the birth name of his father.

Ray: We don't know that.

-Yeah, we don't know
who his father is.
-I'll put down unknown.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

You've reached
Ralph Drinkwater,

tribal pipe-keeper of
the Wequonnoc nation.

Hello, Ralph, it's, uh,
Dominick Birdsey.

Uh, I'm just calling...

to let you know my brother's
funeral is this week.

Uh, Thursday, 11:00 at
the Boswell Avenue Cemetery.

It's just gonna be
a 20-minute service.

It's not a big deal
if you don't make it.

Thanks, Ralph.

Dessa:
Hello?

Dess?

Oh, Dominick.

Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

Yeah, just wanted
to invite you to

his funeral.

I-- my sister told me
about it already.

I, I was gonna be there...

anyway, of course.

Thanks.

-Dominick.
-Dominick: Yeah?

I know...

that you spent your whole life
trying to save him.

And I failed.

Dessa:
It wasn't your fault,
Dominick.

Yeah, whose fault was it?

No one's.
You couldn't save him.

No one could.

You were an
amazing brother to him.

He knows how much
you love him.

Okay, thanks.

Dominick.

Please take it easy
on yourself, okay?

Dominick: Okay.

Dessa:
I'll see you at the service.

Okay, bye.

Father Lavie:
"The Lord is my Shepherd.
I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

"He leadeth me beside
the still waters.

"He restoreth my soul.

"He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness

"for His name's sake.

"Ye, though
I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death

"I shall fear no evil,
for Thou art with me.

"Thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.

"Thou preparest
a table before me

"in the presence
of mine enemies.

"Thou anointeth
my head with oil,
my cup runneth over.

"Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me
all the days of my life."

Is Dessa coming?

Yeah, I talked to her.

She's just running late,
I think.

-Lavie: ...forever. Amen.
-Woman: Amen.

I wasn't lucky enough
to know Thomas

but many of you have shared
your memories of Thomas with me.

He touched many of the lives

of the people
who are here today

in many deep ways.

From Dominick, his brother,

his twin.

Well, you and Thomas
must have known each other

just about as-- as well
as two people could.

I know through all his
trials and tribulations,

you were his rock.

You were his defender,
weren't you?

Unlike Cain.

He murdered his brother, Abel.

You stood up for your brother.

And you will be remembered
as your brother's keeper.

Your stepfather, Ray,

first met Thomas and
his brother, Dominick,

when they were just baby boys.

And Ray looked
upon these children,

and then he looked upon
a single mom

who was raising them,

and Ray must have thought,
"Good Lord, how am I
gonna handle this?"

And then God heard him,
and he answered him.

And he said, "Ray, take
this challenge and do
the best you can."

And with that, Ray,
you took the responsibility

upon yourself to raise
those two baby boys,

and in a moment,
you became their father.

For 41 years, Ray
was a father to Thomas.

And let us not forget

Thomas' mother, Concettina.

Known to her friends as Connie,
but to Thomas,

she was just called "Ma."

Ma:
Come on, Thomas.

Oh, Mr. Rabbit.
It's time.

-Lavie: Thomas and Ma...
-Ma: Hippity hop, hippity hop.

Lavie:
...were more than just
mother and son.

They had a very
special connection.

Thomas:
Come on, let's go.

Don't you touch
that Jell-O, huh?
That's for after supper.

You let me know if your dad
comes home, huh?

Here we go, Mr. Rabbit.

Lavie: And people said
that they were like
two peas in a pod.

They really were best friends.

Weren't they?
Dominick?

Ray?

I'm sure we can all
find some solace

knowing that Thomas and Ma

are reunited together now
in a very, very special place.

What are they doing now
in Heaven?

Maybe they're playing
a special game

they like to play together.

Lavie:
I leave you to consider
and reflect upon this

while we remember our son.

Our brother.
Our friend.

Thomas.

Eternal rest grant unto him,
O Lord,

and may the perpetual light
shine upon him.

May his soul and all the souls
of the faithful departed

through the mercy of God,
rest in peace.

Amen.

Young Dominick:
It was an accident.

I'll clean it up.

-Where's your mother?
-Upstairs.

They're playing their
stupid game again.

Ma:
Thank you, Mr. Rabbit!

Ray: What the fuck
is going on in there?

What did I tell you about
having a fuckin' tea party?

-Come here, come here!
-Ma: Don't you hurt him!

-Ray: Get off of me!

Ray:
Stop right where you are!

Stop right where you are,
goddammit!

Come here!
What are these things
in your hands, huh?

Huh? Those are
things girls wear.

What are you,
a goddamn little girl?!

Give me these things.
Get 'em off your fuckin' hands.

Is that what you wanna be?
A goddamn little girl?

Get in there, get in there.
And stay in there.

Thomas:
Let me out.

Please.

-Ray!

-Let me out!
-Ma: Please don't!
Don't touch me!

Ma?

It's okay.

Don't touch me!

It's okay, baby. I'll be okay.

You clean up this floor.
Clean up this whole mess.

And don't you dare
let him out of that door,
understand me?

Dominick?

Let me out!

-Please. Let me out.

Thomas:
Dominick? Please!

You can leave the door open.

Thomas:
Dominick?

-Let me out.

Please?

-Let me out.
-Woman: Where's Dominick?

Ray:
He's in the kitchen.

Hi, come on in.
How you doing?

Hey, how are you?

Thank you so much...

Ray:
Come on, get outta there.

Angie:
Um, where, where
do you want these?

Huh?

Oh, anywhere in there
is good, thanks.

Ray:
Sit down, sit down.

-How you doing?
-Doing good.

-Leo.
-Here you go.

Hey, if, uh, Pops has
any booze in the house?

I bet some of these geezers
would take a drink.

Ray: Hey!

-So good to see you.
-Man: Yeah.

Forget about it.

Come on, I'm all right,
I'm all right.

-Wayne, how are you, buddy?
-I'm all right.

-Leo: Where is she?
-Angie: I don't know.

She should have
been here by now.

Leo:
You should give her a call.

Ray:
Welcome. Come on in, hello.

I'm-- I'm Ray Birdsey.

I'm Thomas' adopted stepfather.

-Lisa: Nice to meet you.
-Ray: A pleasure to meet you.

I appreciate everything
you've done for Dominick, too.

He's gonna need your help now
'cause the guy's beating
the hell out of himself.

-Dr. Patel: Just keep an eye...
-Ray: Thank you both so much.

I don't know where she is,
but Angie's gonna
leave her a message.

It's her life, man.

-Ray: If you're hungry...
-She'll be here.

Ray:
Would you like
something to drink?

She'll show up.

-Lisa: Do you need any help?
-Ray: No, no, no.

Angie: I don't know,
she's not answering.

Ray:
You want some scotch?

Well, we'll get you a scotch
when we get the scotch out here.

Angie.

I'm sorry.

Geez, is he okay?

He's okay.
I had to go to the ER and he's--

I was gonna call.
I was on my way to
the service and forgot this.

Dessa:
My father had a really bad fall.

I had to take him to the ER.

It was such a long wait,
and then...

-I'm so sorry.
-Hey.

Ray:
Come on, take it easy,
take it easy.

You're here now.

-Ray, I'm...
-How's my little girl?

I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

Ray?
I'm gonna
miss him so much.

Dessa:
I know.

I'm so sorry.

It's his guilt,
that's why he's crying.

Right, Ray?
You bullied him to death.

We both did, right?
You and me.

You remember, Ray?
We had to toughen him up

-so he didn't become
a pussy like Ma.
-What are you doing?

You were his fuckin' savior,
Ray, remember?

-What are you doing?
-Jesus. Dominick.

You know how many times
he went to visit him

-when he was down
there at Hatch?
-Leo: Buddy, buddy, buddy.

How many times, Ray?
You wanna tell her?

How many times you went to
visit your son at the hospital.

Leo:
Don't embarrass yourself.

Dominick:
I'm not embarrassing myself.

Or was that to toughen him up,
too, huh?

-Hey.
-I'd go down there,

I'd go through all that
maximum security bullshit

and he'd come in, Ray,
they'd escort him in

he'd sit down, he'd tell me
about everything

that happened to him that day.

What he had for lunch.

Who was trying to assassinate
him that particular afternoon.

And, oh, let's say
five minutes into the visit,

he'd go, "How's Ray?

"Why doesn't Ray
come and see me?

Is Ray mad at me?"

I made all the excuses I could
for you, buddy.

I mean, there's only so far
one teammate can go

to fake it for another.

In seven months, Ray,
not one time?

To see your own son
that you said you loved.

Not even for fuckin'
Christmastime?

Let's go outside, man.

Hey, I'm no saint.
I, I admit it.

I, I was the same.
I made his life
fuckin' miserable

anytime I could, just like
you wanted me to, Ray.

And he would take it, Ray.
He took it.

He was so sweet, just like Ma.

Everything that guys
like you and I hate.

-They were the good guys,
Ray, but we beat 'em.
-Knock it off, knock it off.

It wasn't his brain
that made him cuckoo.

It was us.
We did it to 'em.

-We did it to 'em both, buddy.
-Hey.

It was us.
We beat their asses.

-We're the fuckin'
champions, Ray.
-Look.

I did the best I could
for that kid.

I did the best I could for you.

And my conscience is clear,
you got that?

Really, your conscience
is clear. Yeah. Really?

Your conscience is clear.

You know what the probate
judge said to me

-the day I adopted you two?
-Dominick: What? Tell me.

He said I was a good man,
that's what.

-Wow.
-He said that not one man

in a thousand would take on
what I was taking on.

-Oh, no shit.
-Not one, but two.

Two of you.

Now, look, I'm not sayin'
I didn't make mistakes,

that I couldn't have
done things differently.

-Wow, you're amazing.
-But you can walk on down
to that goddamn courthouse

and you can read that record
if you want to, buddy.

You're a fuckin' hero,
aren't ya?

-March 19th, 1955.
-You're a real fuckin' hero.

-You deserve a medal
for that, Ray. Wow!
-Probate court of Three Rivers.

-What a guy!
What a fuckin' guy's guy!
-Because Judge Harold T. Adams--

He told his secretary
he wanted it

in the goddamn record
that I was a good man!

Did Harold T. Adams
know you broke her arm?

Oops.
Oh, I let that slip, right?

That was supposed to stay
in the house, I forgot.

Oh, no, you know what,
we're clearing all this
shit outta here today.

All this old shit is going
out of this house today.

-That was an accident.
-Right.

An accident.
That's what we say.

Why don't you go to hell?

Sure, Ray.
I'll meet you there.

It was an accident.

Yeah, all right.

Got that out of the way.
Does anyone want
any coffee, huh?

Some dessert?

Another drink, Ang-Angie?

-How about some cold cuts?
-Calm down.

Can I make you a sandwich?
Here.

Let me make you something.
You want a sandwich?

Here, here's a sandwich.

Where's everyone going?
I thought we were celebrating

the miserable life
of Thomas Birdsey.

Thanks for the casseroles.

Leo:
I'll call you in a couple days.

-Dominick:
Wait, where you goin', Leo?
-Leo: Let's go.

Dominick:
Where the fuck have you all
been the last seven months?

What do you need, doc?

Now we got something
to talk about, huh?

Thanks for coming.

Dominick.

-I'm very sorry for your loss.
-Thank you.

But you go easy on yourself,
all right?

-Dominick: Hm.
-Dominick.

And others.

Okay.

Patel:
Will I see you next week?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Dominick.
Try and come, please.

Hey, you were right.
My arrogance killed my brother.

-Finally, huh?
-No.

No, Dominick.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

And there you have it.

-You sure know
how to clear a room.

You know what I think his
worst offense has always been?

Not being your real father.

That's not his worst offense
by a long shot, baby.

Really?

See, I think you'd forgive
him for all the other stuff

before you'd ever
forgive him for that.

I'm never gonna forgive him.

I just don't know
why you do this.

Why I do what?

I mean, push everybody away.

Why do you push people away?

Come on, look at us.

We're cursed, Dess.

Such bullshit.

My whole fuckin' family
is cursed.

Let's face it.

You know, I'll finish this.

You're gonna end up like him.

Like who?

Like who?

Like who?

Like who?

Dominick:
"As Concettina
was growing up,

"the highlight of my long days

"was coming home and putting
my sweetheart to bed.

"My little rabbit was
growing like a flower,

"and my love for her
was growing accordingly.

"But still, I had Prosperine,
that witch,

"running my household.

"She was unworthy of living
under the roof of a foreman,

"a position I had earned
through hard work
and commitment.

"As it was at my home,
the mill still contained
one rotten apple.

"And so, I was surrounded
by my enemies.

"The witch had
taught my daughter

"her womanly responsibilities
in the home.

"And soon,
my sweet Concettina

would be old enough
to take care of all my needs."

-Domenico: What's your name?
-Henry.

-Henry?
-Drinkwater.

Domenico: Go!

Yes.

Prosperine:

Domenico:
Voila!

You like?

This...

Hmm? Okay?

This.

...poor hare-lipped girl...

...that no other man wanted.

Concettina has Sicilian
blood in her veins.

She knows how
to keep her secrets.

That's it.

He, he ends right there,
that's it.

I'm not saying
it's impossible. I'm--

I'm saying it's
highly improbable.

I mean, come on, doc.
He says it right there.

"She knows how to
keep her secrets."

Sicilian blood.
All that omerta mafia bullshit.

Secrets-- it could
mean anything.

It could mean
Prosperine has secrets,

it could mean secret recipes.

I mean, anything.

From what you told me,
yes, your grandfather,

he was a--
he was a terribly unhappy,
misguided man.

Cruel, self-serving,
paranoid, perhaps.

But nothing,
nothing you have told me

necessarily means that
he raped his daughter

and fathered you
and your brother.

Okay, so I'm right back
to where I started before I--

before I even began
reading the goddamn thing.

-Yeah, and where is that?
-I'm fucked up and fatherless.

Okay, let's just think
for a moment, okay?

Let's think of this manuscript,
not as a mystery

with some maddeningly
inconclusive ending.

Let's think of it as a parable.

Right? Parables instruct.

One reaches
the end of an allegory

and confronts
the lesson that it offers,

so I'm asking you,

what does your grandfather's
story teach you?

That we're doomed.
I mean, come on.

How many families do you know
that have so much

fucked-up shit happen to them?

Seriously.

I've lost, I've lost everything.

I lost my baby.

I lost my wife.
I lost my mom.

I lost my brother.

And you think
your brother's death
is part of a curse.

Yeah.

Yeah. Why not?

Seems to me, Dominick, that...

you tried protecting
your brother

and a terrible accident
occurred.

An accident.

Yes, Dominick, an accident.

An accident that was completely
out of your control.

It wasn't out of my control.

It was out of your control.
You weren't even there.

Why is it so hard for you
to-to-to grasp
the concept of this?

The sins of the father
are visited on the son.

You believe in karma, right?

-Do you believe in karma?
-Mm-hmm.

So why is that any different
than the concept of karma?

-Because, Dominick--
-I don't understand why you...

-...can't understand this.
-Because, because sometimes,

it's so much easier to look
outside of ourselves

to find explanations
for our own pain,

our own failures,
our own disappointments,

rather than looking inward

and taking responsibility
for our actions.

-Come on.
-I mean, it would be,

it would be so much easier,
wouldn't it,

if luck or God or genetics
or some unthinkable sin

or magical spell
just made us who we are.

It would be easier,
wouldn't it?

Easier than what?

Figuring out
who we are on our own.

And that, in fact,
we can be many things.

Rageful and kind.
Strong and weak.

Terrified and sad.

Bereft but...

not afraid to go forward.

Now intentionally or not,

your grandfather has given you
a very valuable gift, Dominick.

A parable of his failure,
the failure of his character.

The failure of his choices
because he had
choices, Dominick.

You believe that a man
has free choice, right?

-Well, do you?
-Come on.

-Do you believe that?
-What do you think?

Then you need to take this
gift and you need to use it.

You need to learn from it.

You said earlier that you feel
fucked up and fatherless.

Yeah, it's true.

-Is it?
-Yeah.

I beg to differ.

First off, you're certainly
not fatherless, Dominick.

Provided you're willing to
think beyond egg and sperm.

Yes, you may never,
you may never discover

the identity of your
biological father,

but if one defines one's father
as the male elder

who follows one's childhood
to adulthood,

then your father's very much
alive, isn't he?

Whatever Ray's parental
shortcomings have been,

his presence in your life
has been a constant.

Have you spoken to him
since the reception?

No.

I think you have
some work to do.

Ray?

-Ray.

Hey, Ray.

Hey, Ray?

Ray?

Ray?

Who are you?

Hey, Pop, it's Dominick.

How you doin'?

Ray: Who?

It's Dominick.

Connie's boy.
One of the twins.

Oh, oh.

What time is the game starting?

Which game?

Football.

Football's not on, Ray.

It's, it's May.
It's baseball season.

Basketball playoffs.

Whoa, whoa,
wait, wait, wait, wait, Pop,

Pop, you gotta lay down.

What?

-Dominick.
-Yeah, I'm here, Pop.
I'm here.

You're gonna be okay, Pop.
I got this.

You're a good boy.

You're a good boy.

You're a good boy, Dom.

You're my...

you're my boy.

Doctor:
So, your dad had
a heck of a night.

He had, he had a massive
heart attack.

All of the blood vessels
that feed his heart

were essentially blocked.

We had to bypass
five of the arteries

so that his heart muscle
could get some oxygen.

You know, it was, uh, it was
a pretty big heart attack.

Nurse: Okay,
I'm gonna lift your head

and we're gonna switch
pillows here.

Good job,
don't forget to breathe.

Doctor:
At this point, it's the only
thing left for him.

It was the only way
to really save his life

was to do this
emergency bypass surgery.

Have you called my son yet?

Nurse:
Once we're done with the bath,

we'll give a call to your son,
okay, Mr. Birdsey?

Doctor:
He's gonna need another
couple days in the ICU

maybe three,
and then he's gonna be
a couple days on the ward.

And then he'll have to go
to a subacute rehab facility,

which is a nursing home.

Alright? He'll probably be there
for eight to twelve weeks.

Nurse:
Just move to the edge of the bed
a little bit for me, please.

Dominick:
He's not gonna go for that,
man.

Yeah, he's-he's gonna have to.
He's gonna have to.

There's no real way for him
to get back to his old life.

You know, the way he was before.

Nurse:
We're gonna stand on three.
One, two, three.

Alright? He was lucky.

A lot of people don't make it
out of the other end

of this kind of heart attack.

-Dominick: Yeah, lucky.
-Doctor: Right?

He lives by himself?

Yeah. Has he got a lot
of stairs in the house?

There's stairs.

Yeah, that makes it harder.

That makes it a lot harder.

A tough road to hoe,

no doubt about it.

He's gonna have to put some
into this himself, too.

-You're all right.

You know, he really needs
the support of his family

to get him through this.

Alright?

Okay.

-Hey.
-Dessa: Hi.

What are you doing here?
Is someone sick?

Your ma? Gene?

No, I, I work here.

-Remember I told you
I work the children's ward.
-I'm sorry, I forgot.

What are you doing here?

So he's gonna,
he's gonna be here

about another,
another week or so...

until rehab.

Geez, he's gonna love that.

-Can you imagine?
-No, I cannot imagine.

Oh, those poor people.

I know.

It's good that you're here.
I mean, that's a step.

-Yeah.
-Right?

Yeah, yeah.

I, uh...

I'm really, uh...

I'm sorry about, uh...

the day of the wake.

You know,
I realized that I, um...

never really learned
to say sorry for anything.

So, uh...

I wanna apologize to you.

I, uh...

I'm sorry about what happened.

With Angela.

I'm sorry that I...

I wasn't there.

I just wasn't there.

And I'm sorry that I wasn't
there to grieve her with you.

I'm sorry that I stopped
our chances of...

having a baby again.

I wasn't being malicious.

It was just that I didn't know
how to do it any other way.

And I'm not saying this because
I expect anything from you.

But I didn't know how to do it.

You know, I just
didn't know how to do it.

And I didn't know how to listen.

And I know I blamed you
for leaving.

But it was me.

It was all me.

And it was unfair of me
to blame you.

And make you feel bad about it.

'Cause there was nothing else
you could do, and I,

you could do, and I totally--

I totally see that
and understand that.

Anyway...

Hey.

Thank you.

I love you, Dess.

Ray.

You have some visitors,
Mr. Birdsey.

Ray.

I brought you some company.

-Hey, Dom.
-Hey, you remember this kid?

Mamie Van Doren?

Nurse:
I'm gonna let you visit
with your company.

Okay.

-Hey.
Who's Mamie Van Doren?

-Thank you.
-You don't remember her?

She had the most
beautiful breasts.

Oh!

Right.

Hi, sweetie.
My little girl.

Shut up.

What the hell happened to you?

I don't know, I...

I guess it all just
caught up with me.

I knew nothing about it,
then I ran into that guy.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Where'd you run into him?

-In the elevator.
-Dominick: She works here.

You...

-you work here?
-I just volunteer.

I'm in the children's ward.

-Ray: Well, I'll
come down and visit.
-You don't move.

-You shouldn't move.
-Ray: No, I gotta--

Dessa:
You're not allowed
to leave this room, oh, no.

Ray: I, I have to
get up and... move.

He'll roll me down.

Oh, God!

♪ When you're weary ♪

♪ And feeling small ♪

♪ When tears are in your eyes ♪

♪ I will dry them all ♪

♪ I'm on your side ♪

♪ Oh, when times get rough ♪

♪ And friends just
can't be found ♪

♪ Well, like a bridge
over... ♪

Would you take me to my room?

♪ I will lay me down ♪

Nurse: All right,
take long steps, Ray.

If I was a horse,
they'd shoot me.

You're doing fine.

You got this, keep going.

Your mother used to give me
the best shaves.

I never seen her do that.

What, you think you
knew everything about us?

No, I just...

I just didn't know
you did that stuff together.

Well, we did lots
of stuff together

that you didn't know about.

She was a little shy, maybe.

But that didn't bother me.

She made a mistake, that's all.

Anyone can make a mistake.

What, you think I was
an angel in the Navy?

Plus, I got a kick
out of you kids.

"Double trouble."

That's what I used to call
both of you.

Did she ever...

did she ever tell you, Ray...

who our father was?

We never talked about
stuff like that.

It was all water
under the bridge.

We just let the past lie,
her and I.

Hm.

Yeah.

I may not live to be as long
as I would have liked to.

But a good life
is more important
than just living a long time.

You're being really brave
about it, though, Wilbur.

Yeah, I am pretty brave.

But it's just one
of the many things

I've learned from being
your friend, Charlotte.

He did alright.
He did a good job.

If I were you,
I'd hold on to your day job.

-Oh, come on.
-Oh.

-He was laughing his ass off.
-You liked it.

You didn't like it at all?

-You were good.
-Thank you.

You were good.

Dominick:
I bet it's gonna feel good
going home.

Right?

You can watch TV past 9:00.

No more 5:00 dinners.

You can eat whatever you want,
whenever you want.

Food's not bad.

They do a good job with it.

Reminds me of your
mother's cooking.

It's nice to have three
hot meals a day.

Beats doing dishes,
I can tell you that.

And I do not miss
those stairs either.

Yeah, I'll get you one
of those little electric chairs

that whisks you up the stairs.

No. I don't need that,
no thanks.

I don't know,
I kinda like it here.

Come on.

What, they up your meds?

You're talkin' crazy now.

You wanna take it?

Take what?

The house.

Your mom would have
wanted it that way.

Come on, Ray.

It's your house.
She'd want you to live there.

-Your grandfather probably would
have wanted you to have it too.
-I don't know, Ray.

What's there to know?

Just too many memories, Ray.

Well...

I guess we could sell it then.

Yeah, I mean, sure,
it'll help out with
your bills here.

No.

I'm not gonna be around
that much longer anyway.

There's something, um...

I've been thinking about
that's been bothering me.

You remember a conversation
that we had

a couple weeks ago
about your father?

How I said she never
told me who he was?

She made me promise
not to say anything.

She told me a couple of months
before she passed away.

I, I didn't know...

anything until then.

I was as much in the dark
as you were.

When she got sick,
I guess it weighed on her.

So she told me.

Made me promise not
to say anything.

I guess she was scared

or ashamed...

Of course, nowadays,
people have babies

out of wedlock all the time,

all different colors
of the rainbow, too,

but it was different back then.

For Italians, especially.

A lot of them,
I mean, they were...

prejudiced as hell when it came
to the coloreds and Mexicans.

Indians, too.
Anyone who was
darker than them.

Her father, for instance...

he would have murdered her
if he knew.

Knew what, Ray?

She told me she was
always worried

about you two finding out.

I mean, not so much
your brother, but you.

She, she thought that you
would hate her for it,

or hate yourself.

But it's different now,
so you...

Dom, you have a right to know.

His name was Henry.

He was killed over in Korea.

He never even knew
you two existed,

according to your mother.

She must have really loved him.

I knew it by the way
she talked about it.

Of course, the funny thing is...

your grandfather knew
your father's father.

I guess they worked together
at the mill.

-Henry what?
-Hm?

What was his last name?

Drinkwater.

Hey, how you doin', Ralph?

I stopped over at Hatch
to see if I could
track you down there.

They said you weren't
working anymore.

You're here.

-What can I do for you?

Yeah, I found something out
this afternoon.

Ralph: What's that?

Henry Drinkwater was my father.

This afternoon?

What do you mean you just
found out this afternoon?

My stepfather just told me
a couple hours ago.

Did, did you know that?

I've always known
we were cousins.

I thought you'd known
all along too.

Thought you wanted it
kept secret.

No, man, I didn't know.
I just found out.

That's funny.

Now that the casinos
have opened up,

everyone's got
the scent of money.

You wouldn't believe
how many cousins I got.

I don't give a shit about
your money, man.

I just want to figure out
who the fuck I am, really.

I hated you and your brother

when the four of us
were at school.

I hated the way everyone
always lumped us together.

Two sets of twins.

One Indian.

The other one white.

And therefore, better.

When my sister died,

that day when you read
that speech about her

at the tree ceremony.

I wanted to kill you that day.

First time I ran across
the word "hypocrite"...

I immediately thought of you.

So, why'd you help us, Ralph?

Because we're connected.

Whether I like you or not.

Thanks, Ralph.

Maybe I could stop by
and see you again sometime.

Thanks.

I'm not a smart man,
particularly.

But one day, at long last,

I stumbled from
the dark woods of my own,

and my family's,
and my country's past,

holding in my hands
these truths.

That love grows
from forgiveness.

That from destruction
comes renovation.

That the evidence
of God exists

in our connections
to one another.

This much, at least,
I've figured out.

I know this much is true.