Original subtitles

What's the matter with you? You look perfectly calm.

Oh, Mary Garrison from the New Yorker is here.

Did you say hello?

Earth to Danny!

This is what you wanted, isn't it?

Yeah, of course.

It just doesn't seem real yet.

I told you they were going to sell. I'm proud of you.

They're just paintings, Danny.

You painted them to sell them, right? I mean we talked about this.

Yes.

We talked about this.

Yes. We talked about it. We all talked about it.

You, me, Dr. Kaplan.

125 dollars an hour. We all talked about it.

Then go get yourself a drink or take one of your pills

or do whatever the fuck you need to do to straighten your head.

Because I expect you to be professional.

Stop mopping and acting like it's a funeral, okay?

Go talk to some people.

[Ominous music plays]

I don't need a babysitter, Dad. This is such bullshit.

I'm not going to have this conversation, Carter.

This is not negotiable.

Whatever. What else is new?

I thought you agreed we'd give this school a chance.

It's only until Monday, then I can go back.

Right, and you'll stay with Miriam this weekend

without getting into fucking trouble, all right?

Fucking bullshit! Why can't I just stay by myself?

Because you just got suspended, all right?

I can't trust you for shit, that's why.

Bottom line is that this Boston trip could mean a huge promotion for me.

I'm not going to let you fuck that up.

Whatever.

I swear, I don't know what's wrong with you sometimes.

You want to compete, and you want your freedom,

and you want to be taken seriously.

But you act like a moron, a vandal, and a little fucking punk.

What kind of stunt was that you pulled back there?

- It was a joke! - Mm-hmm.

I'll be back on Monday.

Like you're not always bragging

about all the shit that you used to do.

[Laughs]

Right, Carter.

Well, the difference between you and me is

I'm all grown up and you're still just a little punk.

Well done.

Continue.

I don't think Nancy had wings

when she came in this morning, Danny.

She looks better with wings.

The idea of this exercise was to give it a realistic treatment.

But that's not what I wanted to draw.

I'm aware of that.

But in your portfolio you'll need something

that demonstrates that you understand a realistic style.

The admissions jury is very particular.

But don't you think they're sick of seeing

everybody's boring figure drawings?

They're not looking to be entertained, Danny.

What they're looking for is discipline and technique.

- Well, hello there. - Hey.

- Hey. - Hi.

- How are you doing? - Good.

Carter, say good morning.

Hey.

Hey.

I really appreciate this. I can't thank you enough.

Oh, don't be silly. I'm happy to do it.

- You doing okay? - Yeah.

I actually have a number to one of those meetings

when I'm not there, so, that's good.

- But, I have to go. - Okay.

You stay out of trouble, all right?

- And I'll see you guys on Sunday. - Sure.

I don't want to get a fucking phone call from you

while I'm gone, all right?

Do you have some coffee, Stephen? I was just about to put a pot on.

I'm actually okay. I'm running late.

So, if anything happens, give me a call.

- You bet. Good luck - Okay. Stay out of trouble.

Come on.

Why can't I just draw her with wings?

Do you want to argue with me

or do you want my help in getting you in?

You see things in a singular, profoundly creative way.

But you have to know the rules if you're going to break the rules.

Mrs. Martin, sometimes I think you're the only person that gets me.

Artists are rarely understood in their lifetimes.

A former student of mine is exhibiting downtown.

I think you'll like her work. I want you to go.

- Who? - Her name is Ingrid Capozzoli.

Ingrid Capozzoli.

You taught Ingrid Capozzoli?

Yes. 100 ago, but yes.

She's great.

So you'll go.

Yeah.

Good.

And suck some of it up. Okay, Danny?

Okay.

Start over. No wings.

[Television static]

What are you doing?

Hey, dude.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Your mom said I could watch some TV.

Did she say you could go through my personal things?

Sorry, dude.

My dad bounced for the weekend. He dropped me off here.

You know, business.

So it looks like we'll be roomies for a couple of days.

I'm Carter.

I know who you are.

Why here?

I don't know. They met at AA.

They're still talking about that stunt you pulled at school.

You've got a lot of people nervous.

Yeah. Whatever.

So, what else do you hide in this room?

Your mom says I can't smoke in the house.

You want to go for a walk?

So I've seen you around school with that girl.

The one with the limp.

Andy.

She's cool.

She's my best friend.

You fucking her?

No. She's my friend.

So you got a boyfriend or something?

I just have friends.

I thought athletes weren't supposed to smoke?

Nerves, I guess.

But you're right. It's stupid.

But you have to admit, it makes me look cool.

Yeah. Whatever.

So what do you have to be nervous about?

Well, swimming isn't as easy as it looks, you know.

I'm not just out there splashing around for fun.

So, how come you swim if you don't like it?

It's not that I don't like it.

It's that I got good and everything changed.

Like what?

It's a lot of pressure.

[Door opens]

Hey!

Hi.

Oh, no. Don't spoil your appetite. I'm making a roast chicken.

We have to nosh on something.

No. No noshing.

Don't worry, we're still going to eat it.

Carter's an athlete.

He needs to have at least 1,200 empty calories a day,

otherwise he might faint.

- What is it that you play, Carter? - I'm on the swim team.

Ah, swim team.

But I'm actually in training, so I can't eat...

- He can't go hungry. - Oh.

- Cookies, Mom. - No.

- I know you've got them. - No, I don't.

- Come on. - No.

Come on, stop it.

All right. Second shelf from the top.

Hey, where are you going?

To Andy's to study.

I've got afternoon practice.

Oh. Well, okay guys. Have fun.

And please be careful, all right?

And dinner's at 6:00.

And don't be late.

I don't want to have to reheat this thing.

Want one?

Take one.

They're good.

You know, I think you might be a bad influence, dude.

That's a switch. I don't hear that too often.

Nah, I guess you don't.

Well, nice to meet you. Sort of.

Yeah. See you later.

Why is changing the typeface such a radical idea?

You'd think I'm suggesting we give out condoms

in home room or something.

You ever think you meet so much resistance

because you're so damn pushy?

- You think? - A little.

Especially when you're inspired.

It's because they don't know shit.

The paper could be so much better.

Have you paid any attention to the crummy stock they use?

Not really.

Well take a look at it sometime. It sucks.

What do I have to do to make them listen to me?

Your attitude could be a little bit better.

Yeah. Whatever.

Eat me.

Ew! Gross!

Tell me about this swimming guy.

Nothing to tell. He's staying until Sunday.

He was in my room when I came home.

He found some of my magazines.

What?

[Laughs]

Oh, God!

Hi.

I thought you'd still be here.

Wasn't practice over a long time ago?

Yeah. So?

It's time to eat. My mom told me to come get you.

I'm almost done.

This place is kinda scary at night.

I think I've been down here maybe twice my whole life.

[Whispering]: I'm not supposed to be here.

I got the code.

Yeah. You left it open.

It's all right. Nobody comes down here at this hour.

Do you want to join me?

No. I can't. I can't swim.

You can't swim?

Don't you know that everybody's born knowing how to swim?

We have to learn to walk and to run and do all that other crap,

but we come out already knowing.

Yeah, well, I must have forgot.

Forgotten. You must have forgotten.

You're correcting my English?

[Laughs]

Come on.

What do you say?

A few laps before dinner?

- It's easy. - No.

I can't.

I don't have a bathing suit.

I'm not the athletic type, either.

Can't you tell?

Oh, I get it. You're all mental and I'm all physical.

You know, you really need to stop with those stereotypes.

I almost drowned once in summer camp.

How can you be afraid? It's just water.

I just told you.

Yeah? Well, that's bullshit.

Don't you know we're mostly made up of water anyway?

You showed up at one science class.

Big deal.

Oh, right. 'Cause jocks can't know anything.

There you go again with those stereotypes.

Come on, get in.

No. I don't have a bathing suit.

Are you nuts?

What are you so uptight about?

[Shouting]: There's nobody here.

If you make me toss you in here,

you'll have to walk all the way home in your wet clothes.

Not so bad, huh?

Why are you making me do this?

Don't!

One, two...

- What are you doing? - Relax.

Relax. I've got you.

Lean back.

Lean back.

Breathe.

Bet you're not thinking about drowning now, are you?

I'm hungry. How about you?

How are you supposed to catch up if you don't open a book?

I can't read that shit anymore.

I can feel my heart beat in my eyeballs.

See? You're working a new set of muscles you never used before.

Jeez. There are those stereotypes again.

You know, your narrow-minded attitude

is getting rather dull, dude.

Besides, why should I even bother?

I'll be gone in six months anyway.

Why?

I don't know.

The old man falls off the wagon.

Everything's good for a minute or two and then he starts drinking again.

I don't know. We just seem to wind up someplace else.

It's okay, though. You meet all kinds.

You just learn not to get too attached, you know?

That's so sad.

Life's tough, dude.

People just don't take one look at each other

and fall in love and live happily ever after.

Real life isn't Shakespeare.

You don't think it's possible?

No.

You?

Yeah, I do.

I like to think that I do.

Then write this essay.

[Laughs]

For a kiss on the cheek?

Do you think I'm stupid?

[Whispering]: That wasn't for that.

What was it for then?

Just being friendly. I thought you might like it.

Well, not exactly milk and cookies, but it gets the job done.

Otherwise, I'd be up all night.

Good night, kid.

Good night.

I bet you liked it.

You liked it when I kissed you on the cheek.

You liked that shit.

You know, I can tell you're looking at me right now.

Fucking little pervert.

You're going to pretend to go to sleep.

But you're going to lie there all night thinking about me.

Stop playing games with me.

- Write it. - No.

You want to suck my dick?

You are a jock asshole.

Wrong answer.

Now you can just lie there all night

and think about what you should have said instead.

[Clock ticking]

[Clears throat]

[Pencil drops]

What time is it? Did I oversleep?

No, it's early, honey.

Where's Carter?

Oh, he went swimming.

You want some breakfast?

Mm.

What are you looking for?

- I lost a sketch. - Oh.

Bacon and eggs.

Say, Mom, what do you know about this kid?

[Sighs]

Stephen says he's having a hard time adjusting.

I heard he got suspended for taking the lug nuts off the faculty cars.

He seems all right, but then...

Then what, honey?

Stephen says he's worried he's been taking drugs.

Yeah. Too much chlorine to the brain.

He hasn't taken any drugs since he's been here, has he?

No, Mom.

You'd tell me that, right?

What's up, Lois Lane?

Hey there. Where's the Neanderthal?

He woke up at the crack of dawn to go swimming.

Isn't that butch?

He just got back. He's changing inside.

He's coming?

Be nice.

Okay, whatever you say. I'll be nice.

He doesn't have a lot of friends.

I suppose if we can keep from using more than three syllables at a time,

we can make him feel right at home.

You're terrible.

He is potty trained, right?

Shut up. He's coming.

Hm.

Her neck looks like it's broken.

She's probably dead.

Otherwise, what's the point?

Are you paying any attention to me?

What is this moron doing?

Would you stop?

This is why you don't bring people like this to museums.

Can we look at another painting?

Well, boys and girls. It was fun, but I have to get going.

What? Where?

I told my mom I'd meet her at the mall.

We're getting our nails done.

Radical!

Shut up.

Good luck with your dirty pencil drawings.

- Call me. - Okay.

Come on, dude.

[Spacey rock music plays]

That's incredible. Do you have ESP or something?

You should go on TV.

I like to see things where they go.

I don't have that kind of patience.

All the pieces look the same to me.

That means you're just not looking hard enough.

That's what Mrs. Martin says about my figure drawings.

Well, maybe she's right.

You just can't force things, you know?

I can't believe you listen to this kind of music.

I was expecting to see heavy metal posters everywhere.

Give me a little credit, will you?

What are you doing?

Relax. It's just a little party favor.

Hey, you got any coin?

About six bucks. Why?

Okay, hang on a minute.

Okay. We're all set.

Set for what?

You want a hit?

[Coughs]

Come here.

Come here!

Relax.

[Exhales deeply]

Just breathe, okay?

[Coughs]

You know, I really, really want to hate him.

I can't help it.

You don't have to hate him.

I hate anything that gets between us.

And it's my fault. I let you do it.

Do what?

You're not making any sense.

Sure, I am. It's you that's not making any sense.

You're not 16 anymore. Grow up.

Wait. Hold on.

Go back.

Who is that?

Nobody.

Nothing. I just... I copied it from a magazine.

Well, the body at least. I made up a different head.

The torso's too short. It's crap.

[Groans]

Give me some.

Where'd you learn how to draw?

From comic books when I was little.

[Whispering]: You're still little.

So that's why we went to the museum, for ideas.

Yeah. Sorry, I knew you were bored.

I guess I should give you back this one then.

You took it?

I've been looking everywhere for it.

Well, you fell asleep clutching it.

I feel like crawling under a rock.

What do you mean? Why?

I was going to give it to you anyway.

Well, maybe you'll be famous someday

and it'll make me a lot of money.

Don't count on it.

You're doing my essay and everything.

So, I thought that I'd model for you.

Model for me?

Yeah.

[Laughs]

You asked what was in it for you.

And I thought, yeah, I'd model for you.

Right now?

Why not?

Or did you just want to wait until I fall asleep...

...and you can pull the covers off again?

You're not pissed?

No, I think it's kind of funny, actually.

Is this okay?

Yeah.

Just don't move.

Okay, Michelangelo. Do your stuff.

I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.

Wow. Nobody's ever said that to me before.

I really want to kiss you.

Say something.

It's the weed.

Just do it.

Fucking do it then.

What? You want to or not?

Yeah, but...

I've never kissed anybody before.

What?

You're fucking kidding me. Nobody?

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Ready.

Well?

It was all right.

No fireworks?

It was all right.

Come on. Get some sleep.

I can't. The room is spinning.

Turn off the lights.

It's still spinning.

It's the weed.

Boy, that Carter sure is dedicated.

Does that kid ever sleep?

So, he leaves today, right?

Yes.

What's the matter? Didn't you guys get along?

Yeah. Sure.

I was just distracted having him around.

Napkin, please.

Thank you.

You're worried about something. What is it?

My SATs.

I know they're okay,

but if I get a portfolio review and get accepted,

I'm going to need a scholarship.

Well, not necessarily. We can work something out.

There are student loans.

I hear they send people to cut you off at the knees

if you don't pay them back.

- You're something. - It's true.

They wait until you're really old, like 30,

and in debt and can't make the rent,

then they want it all back with 150 percent interest.

All right. That's enough.

- You're better off with a loan shark. - Cut it out. That's enough.

You worry so much.

Wherever you go, you're going to major in fine art.

I'm behind you. You know that?

I'm not going to some crappy, two-year community college, Mom.

I'm not.

[Low, ominous music plays]

Well, what's all this?

- Hi. - Hi.

Did you just finish? Your hair is still wet.

Yeah.

So, it looks like you've been busy.

Yeah, I've been drawing all day.

But don't worry. I'll still get to your essay.

Yeah, about that.

Um...

Look, I'll tell you what. I'll come get it, okay?

Okay.

Listen, this is going to sound really shitty,

but I'm sorry I can't be your friend in school.

You know that, right?

What are you talking about?

Henry already gives me enough shit. I...

I just can't let him see us hanging out together.

So if I see you in the hallway, I can't say hi? Is that it?

I can't talk to you?

Afterwards.

Or even before, just...

Just not in school, okay?

I'm sorry, Danny.

[Doorbell]

Look, I gotta go.

Hey, Danny, when you're done, I want to see it, okay?

Sure.

Good luck at your swim meet.

That was quite some stunt you pulled.

[Laughs]

Very funny.

If you think you can get away with this kind of behavior,

you're quite mistaken.

You want to tell me what's really going on?

- How are things at home, son? - Fine.

Your folks are getting along okay?

No. They're broken up. My mom lives in Texas.

Look can we skip the whole "getting to know you" routine?

Let me put it this way: knock it off!

You just got here.

Give us a break with the practical jokes.

[Bell rings]

All right, class. Settle in.

Find a seat.

Let's open to Act 2, Scene 2.

Remember, your essays are due tomorrow.

[Class groans]

No excuses. No excuses.

You've had more than enough time.

All right, let's get started.

Can anyone tell me

what is Shakespeare trying to tell us about love?

Even from the little bit we've covered so far,

does anyone want to offer any ideas?

Come on, people. You all know the story.

It's been told and re-told.

Even in Shakespeare's time, it was an old story.

Does Shakespeare believe in true love?

Yes, Danny.

I think he's trying to tell us...

Speak up, please.

I think he's trying to tell us that a life without love

isn't worth living.

Love conquers death.

Very good.

And while many of us today might consider that the romantic ideal,

Mr. Shakespeare illustrates his viewpoint quite clearly

and in a very dramatic way.

Hey, hold up.

What, are we racing?

What happens if I don't win anything

and you took all those pictures for nothing?

So, what's a few rolls of film? What's your problem?

Nothing.

So how's your friend doing?

You mean Danny?

Why don't you ask him yourself?

Did he say anything about me?

About this weekend?

He tells me everything. I'm a certified fag hag.

What do you want to know?

Did he mention me?

He said you didn't want to be seen with him.

Come on, you make me sound like a total jerk.

Okay. Listen up.

You want to stay in the closet? That's your business.

I could give a shit.

But you break Danny's heart and I'll crack your head open.

Got it?

I'm just giving you fair warning.

And what makes you think I'm a closet case?

You don't know me. Mind your business.

Ooh, did I strike a nerve?

Whatever. Hobble on out of here.

I don't know what you see in him.

How's this for a headline?

He's just a screwed up kid like the rest of us,

except he can swim faster.

Too long.

So, you've got time to write something up for those pictures?

I knew you were going to ask that.

What is that? The great American novel?

Frank's class. Shakespeare essay.

I thought you handed that in already.

This one's for Carter.

He's already playing you for schoolwork?

It's not like that.

Oh, really? What's it like then?

He needs to keep a "C" average to stay on the team.

The essay's tomorrow and he's too far behind,

so I wanted to help him.

Oh, I get it. You're absolutely right.

That's something else entirely.

What's the use? I can't concentrate.

I've read the same page four times.

So what's bugging you?

Something happened this weekend.

What? You mean with Carter?

You're full of shit. What happened?

If I tell you, you've got to swear to keep your mouth shut.

[Bell rings]

Come on. I'll tell you over lunch.

Okay, after your kick and you start your pull,

I want you to imagine your chest pressing to the bottom of the pool.

All right, on your blocks.

On your mark.

[Whistle blows]

[Knock]

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Hey, Coach.

Well, I've got to hand it to you.

You're really starting to put it together out there.

Thanks, Coach.

Don't thank me. I'm not doing you any favors.

If I keep you on my squad, are you gonna pull my chain?

No, Sir. I promise, Coach.

We have a chance of getting somewhere this year.

I'm giving it 110 percent.

Are you going to follow instructions

and swim the race that I tell you to swim?

Or are you going to be a cowboy and make up your own rules?

No, Sir.

Did you get an English tutor?

Yeah. It's all under control, Coach.

Okay. That's all.

Go on. Get out of here.

Thanks, Coach.

Don't even look over there. Just act natural.

[Laughs]

But what do you think it means?

He's a fucked up boy just like the rest of us

except he can swim faster.

And he's playing you for schoolwork.

But it means something, right?

I mean, guys just don't go around kissing other guys.

Don't take this the wrong way, but you're fawning.

Why does he always sit alone? I'm going to go over there.

Bad move.

Why?

You want him to think you're desperate?

[Laughs]

[Bell rings]

End of class. Good work, everybody.

Keep it up. Don't give up.

- Putting all those things away? - Yeah.

You'll do that? All right.

How did you like the exhibit?

Oh, it was amazing. Really incredible.

It was like she understood light and how it plays on objects.

Exactly.

Let me show you something.

She uses light from natural sources beautifully,

unlike Caravaggio, whose light sources are unmotivated.

His light comes from anywhere.

Look at the light on her face. Where does that come from?

It's a wonderful effect, this face.

And see how the light is coming this way.

Why isn't there a shadow here? There would have been.

So, it's just arbitrary. Completely...

Different.

Yes. It doesn't follow the rules.

Well, I'll let you have this.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

What are you making?

- Not that tuna shit again. - I thought you loved this stuff.

No, not really.

I just eat it to keep from starving

and I don't want to hurt your feelings.

Oh, I'll get over it. Trust me.

So, you haven't said anything about your weekend.

How was it?

- It was fine. - Yeah?

What about school?

Well, the principal has no sense of humor.

But that's to be expected.

So you think we'll stay this time?

I don't know. We'll see.

Do you like it?

It's all right.

I like this coach.

He's tough, but he really knows his shit.

Yeah, well, a lot depends on you, Carter.

You know, it's not just about swimming.

Your grades are for shit.

I'm good, Dad. I keep telling you that.

Yeah, I know you're good.

But listen to me for a second.

The best of the best in the world,

that's what the games are.

Are you the best of the best in the world, son?

What are you saying? That I'm not good enough?

That I'll never be good enough, so why even try?

No, I'm saying you should apply yourself to your studies

a little more, that's what I'm saying.

Why? So I can get into sales?

No, thanks, Dad.

Yeah, well, it's my sales

that keeps you in your goggles and lycra, smart-ass.

Maybe it works for you, but it's not for me, okay?

I could get into a really good school on a scholarship.

Yeah, what happens when you have another seizure?

I shaved two full seconds off my time today.

You need to start thinking about something else.

People win gold medals by a lot less than that.

- Two seconds is a very long time. - You're not listening to me.

I passed the physical.

I'm cleared to swim. That's all I care about.

And I don't have epilepsy.

Stop making such a federal case about it.

Seizures, Carter. I was there.

- Yeah, a long time ago. - Not that long ago.

And we never really got you checked out.

You ever stop to think what could happen if you had a seizure

in that pool?

Dad?

When you first met mom...

Jesus, Carter. I'm not in the mood to talk about your mother...

No, I wasn't going to get into all that.

I was just wondering, you know, when you first met her,

did you know?

Did I know what?

Did you know that you were going to marry her?

Did you fall in love at first sight?

Why did you marry her then?

She got pregnant.

It's not too original, is it?

But we thought we were doing the right thing.

Was that the only reason?

Sorry.

What? Did you want me to make up a fairytale?

Not this time, Carter.

That's all there was to it.

Oh, the Wheeler kid called.

- Something about an essay... - Oh, shit!

Ow.

Hey.

Quit moving.

It's almost done.

Does that hurt?

There.

Did you ever feel like you were only good at one thing?

Like you could never do anything else?

I guess.

Well, what if one day I couldn't swim anymore?

I don't care if you ever swim another stroke.

I'm serious.

I can't do anything else.

What are you talking about?

Of course you can do something else. Nobody swims for a living.

Now, you need... Right there.

I will.

I saw you eating alone in the cafeteria today.

I wanted to come sit by you.

Don't.

Okay? I told you not at school.

That's the last thing I need is for Henry to find out.

Can't you just tell him I'm your English tutor?

It's not a big deal.

Oh, you think I'm a punk, right? Worried about what Henry says?

No, I understand.

I'm under a lot of pressure right now.

Don't hate me.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

We're just fucking around, okay? That's all.

I told you, don't say that.

You can take the grapes out of your hair now.

If anybody saw me right now, I think I'd die of embarrassment.

- I must look like... - You look perfect.

Whatever. Shut up.

I told my dad I was coming over here.

He likes it when I come over here.

Can you believe that shit? He's actually encouraging it.

Fucking hilarious.

I'm sitting here posing for you like Julius fucking Caesar

and he thinks I'm studying.

I can just imagine the look on his face.

Come on. It's about to get good.

Tybalt's going to get his ass kicked.

[Trevor Hall's "You Find Me" plays]

So, you done with that essay?

Almost.

You have to rewrite it, you know.

Why?

[Ominous music plays]

Because he'll know that I wrote it.

- Good morning, ladies! - Fuck!

Three steps out the door and it started already.

What a jerk.

That dude has crawled so far up my ass I'm getting a headache.

Look, we can split up if you want.

I'll just see you after school, like you said.

Yeah, all right.

Hey, Danny.

Thanks.

[Smooching sounds]

Fag.

What, faggot?

[Laughter]

I know a lot of you are thinking, "Why didn't they just run away?"

Right?

It seems logical.

But they can't.

Given the social structure that was in place,

carefully monitored by both the monarchy and the Church,

it would have been unthinkable to run.

Now why?

Anyone?

Well, well, what do we have here?

You're dating Carter now, you little queer, huh?

Aw, "Romeo and Juliet".

I bet you read that to your little boyfriend at night, huh?

Fuck you, Henry.

Yeah, you wish, you little fucking cocksucker.

Come on. Get up, you fucking faggot. Get up!

[Coughs]

Aw, what are you going to do about it?

Tell your little boyfriend, huh?

Hey, Henry, watch this.

[Laughs]

[Rain falling]