All language subtitles for Freudx - Play Twelve Thirty

Well... Come on, tell me.

You wrote a story for
the school newspaper.

It was called: "The Girl Who Was Clever."

As the opposite of awkward.

I just got tired of the fact that you came up with the word -

- a three-letter word -

- which describes a whole personality.

Now you are a waitress in the

same restaurant where I work.

Quite surprising,
don't you think?

So that's why you asked me

if someone who was not irresponsible was full of responsibility.

You were just a freshman then,

but somehow you managed

read it out loud at the prom,

dressed in jeans and a very tight lilac T-shirt...

As long as I remember.

Mary Ellen Langley at graduation!

I thought you were the
coolest girl I've ever met.

Woah!

Don't overstep your bounds, Smokey Joe.

- Don't pray for me.
- How did you do that?

How did you get
your graduating class

to invite you to
speak at the prom?

And Jeff, actually.

Nice to meet you.

Stop it now.

I bribed them; I paid them with money.

Why else would you think

they invited such a snot?

No.

I stole $2,000 from my parents.

I bought a really cool German mop,

I saw an advertising and informational video.

And she bribed the class

president with what was left.

Your parents never caught on?

I stole money constantly, little by little.

In general, they kept most of

their savings in the mattress.

It's a metaphor, right?

No, its true.

They actually kept
the money in the

mattress for a few
years, good years.

I am not lying.

You'll have to believe

everything I told you is true.

On word.

It's coming.

So your uncle is actually
the drummer in the band?

And not bad.

He's in town recording a new CD.

I can take you to the
studio with me if you want?

Let's not go home yet.

Let me take you to church.

In church?

No no...

In general, yes, this is

a church, but there was no

congregations or pastor years.

They just leave the door

open, wide open, 24/7.

It's one of those places where

people come just to meditate.

Cool.

A little piece of Heaven.

What is the name of this church?

Church of the Open Door.

Oh, bullshit!

Is it true.

I'll lead.

Fine.

Why do you want to
take me to church?

What do you want from me?

Nothing.

Really, nothing.

Pomade?

Vaseline lip balm.

I just want to hang
out with you, maybe

listen to more of
your short stories.

Do you want to hear stories?

OK.

But if you want anything else,

you'll tell me, right?

Locked.

I need to pee.

I can't believe
you told me that.

Such an adult conversation.

Oh, you're not peeing?

Where will you write?

Behind that tree.

Don't peek.

Oh, will you give me a napkin?

Why do you need a napkin?

To wipe my vagina.

You are a curious young man, aren't you?

Great...

What will you do now?

Incredible.

You should have just left, but you're pushing ahead.

What?

Everything is fine.

It was still a bit of a creepy idea.

I guess so.

Why did you think

that I have a pack of tissues in my pocket?

I could probably name everything

you're carrying in
your pockets right now.

And it just breaks my heart

a little bit.

Maybe it's not bad that there is such a church -

- at least the idea of such a church.

Next time, I will take you to

the "Holy Church
of Good People".

Never.

There really isn’t one here, right?

No, but there should be, don't you think?

Churches with literal names...

"Holy Mother of the Often Confused."

"Our Lady is Trusting at Times."

It's creepy.

The last time I
went to a Halloween

party, I was dressed as a road.

Madness.

Yeah.

In general, everyone had to be dressed like inanimate objects.

Two girls I worked
with came up with an

idea and put black
paint on their faces,

dressed me in all
black, attached

two yellow stripes of fabric

along the front and back,

white rectangular pieces of

fabric depicted
dividing stripes,

Matchbox cars were stuck on with super glue.

Very creative.

The only time I used her makeup

was in my second year at school.

I played Jeff Crowell in the production of Our Town.

Audition, getting a role, rehearsals.

The best weeks of my life.

I was accepted -

not by my peers, but by graduates.

Like me.

Yes, like you.

Well, the morning before

the first performance

I woke up with a feverish fever -

39.4 degrees -

but nothing could stop me from going on stage.

Even my parents, whose concern

for me was sometimes
too excessive,

also encouraged me to go.

That's how sorry they were for me.

I was on fire, but I was so happy.

When I was backstage,

they applied makeup to me.

He was so cool, so healing.

There's no other way to describe it.

AND...

I remembered my line.

One line?

More eloquently than any words.

Hey, wanna hear

the scariest thing that has ever happened to me?

Let's.

One time I needed a soldering iron.

For what?

Not the point.

My dad had an amazing set of

tools in his basement office

for a man who rarely built anything.

In short, he also
keeps family home movies

and digital photo
prints in the office.

Family unofficial archivist.

So, I was looking for a soldering iron there -

and he's not that small -

I moved a couple of
printouts out of the way and

found dozens of pictures
of my mom... topless.

Nonsense?!

Knocked me off track.

Have you ever asked him about them?

Are you kidding?

Did these photos excite you?

My God! I couldn't eat for several days.

So, have you ever asked him about them?

Oh my God!

Well, I do not know.

It's somehow a little... Oedipal, that's all.

It's so provocative.

Is it true?

Well, that's just how you usually do things...

in general, vanilla.

In the end, you ended up with a couple of skeletons in your closet.

Nice to know.

Thank you.

I was scared to death for several weeks.

Were your parents strict?

Not really.

But...

I knew that if my mother found out that I had found them, it would be a blow to her.

Don't be so sure.

What you did wasn't wrong, was it?

Just an innocent discovery.

What is this?

Mom asked me to bring this to her.

Party?

Mom's habit.

If she wants a drink, I get her a drink.

- Stop!
- What? For what?

Stop the car! Fast! Stop the car!

You feel bad?

Badly? Are you kidding? This is an open house.

I never knew there was a house here.

I could do something with this house.

He's not bad.

For 300 thousand we could buy two houses.

Come on.

- Oh!
- Sorry.

You are defenseless!

I want to design museums.

Did you know?

Office buildings in the style of Gehry (Frank Gehry - Canadian architect, translator's note).

I want my name to be on the cornerstones (the stones that are laid first during construction - translator's note).

But if I built houses, I

would build one like this.

You just love things

with open doors, don't you?

They're only asking $375,000.

What a bargain.

Okay, Donald Trump (famous millionaire - approx. transl.), let's buy.

I wanted to be a writer.

Write well.

Her hair was the color of marmalade.

Her hair was the color of marmalade.

Nice.

But this is not even a short story.

No, but it is meaningful.

It has "significance".

Do you feel underappreciated?

As a writer?

No, in the sense of low self-esteem.

No.

Liar.

What don't you like about yourself?

Loneliness.

I rather meant from the point of view of physical existence.

There is something you can do about your loneliness.

I have a varicocele (dilation of the veins on the testicles - approx. transl.).

What is a varicocele?

I can't tell you.

- Where is it?
- I can't tell you.

- Is it contagious?
- No.

What about you?

None of your business.

Mom sells skins and loves them.

Loves what he does.

My sister hates her for this. Animal cruelty and shit.

Doesn't that bother you?

She loves what she does.

That's all that should matter to anyone.

And your dad?

He has a green job.

And for the record, I call him stepfather.

I'm pissing him off.

He starts stuttering and babbling when I call him that.

But in general he is
very educated, you know, he

knows how to clearly
formulate his thoughts...

Makes me laugh.

Not in a bad way, but it still makes me laugh.

I laugh like that
when I hurt myself,

stub my toe, or slam
my shin into a closet.

Some sort of twisted defense mechanism, I guess.

When I want to make him

laugh, I call him a leprechaun.

He likes it.

God knows why.

Now we can buy a house and move in and be happy.

- What time is it now?
- You're evading.

Look at the garage door... at the light.

This is wonderful.

But here it smells like castrol (a mixture of castor and mineral oils - translator's note),

and you prevaricate.

It hurts.

You hurt me.

You've been flirting with me since the day we met.

I like you.

Do you like me?

You do not want?

Yes, but...

I don't know if... I can do it.

What do you mean? You can not?

You will laugh.

I won't.

I think I have Peyronie's disease.

What?

Severe curvature of the penis.

And, in general, I think that my...

very bent...

when... gets up.

Wait, did someone tell you it's very crooked?

Why didn't you tell me about

this when I asked before?

Have you gone to the doctor about this?

Certainly.

I wondered what research this might entail.

Do not laugh. Find out for yourself.

You are crazy.

Why didn't you try to kiss me?

I've never been with a woman before.

Not in any way, shape or sense.

I've never kissed...anyone.

I wanted to make love to you.

The clothes hugged your body.

I've never met anyone in my entire life who sweated like that.

I couldn't even imagine that this was possible.

So much sweat!

Does this turn you on?

You must kiss me.

This was the signal. Don't be afraid.

That was great.

Look, I know I can be crude and rude...

Alive, daring...

You've always liked me, haven't you?

I think so.

I want to have sex with you. Today.

And I'll be very angry if we don't.

Sorry?

Do not apologize.

Is it true?

- Make a step.
- Is your mother at home?

At the Chicago convention this weekend.

Open the garage door.

Mel?

Isn't that what it looks like in porn?

I probably.

Liar.

Yes, yes.

You don't have Peyronie's disease.

Isn't this your sister Maura's room?

I don't want to crap my sheets.

You should throw something on.

There is cold.

There's really something wrong with my penis.

You have a beautiful and quite large penis.

You should be happy.

Thank you.

Where is your sister Maura?

Stayed with my best friend Irina for the weekend.

Some people like jam with caffeine.

My mother is a collector. She loves variety.

What are you even looking for?

Nothing.

I'm just trying to
remember everything

in case it's my last time here.

You will be here again.

We also had a bunch of

electric typewriters everywhere.

It was my father's hobby to collect them.

Did he take them when he left?

He frantically collected
the story until the

point where the story
became too expensive.

It's a mystery to everyone why he chose typewriters.

In a way, you're following in his footsteps...

You study ecological fundamentals and wildlife protection.

Yeah...

No.

I just...

I just want to do better than him.

Just a little better, you know.

Put it in its place.

My basic French is what I'm good at.

Can I look at you?

I mean... just... looking at you.

More?

No, you can still drip on me.

You need to take a shower, you're all salty.

Come with me?

Fine.

I'll be there in a minute.

Hey! What is a varicocele?

Varicose veins on the scrotum.

I thought so.

Are you feeling well?

Let's begin!

I'm going to make some chili.

Is this what you want to do?

This is what I want to do.

Don't eat carbs before your run?

It would be nice later.

You sweat a lot.

The secret ingredient is lime juice.

Don't tell anyone.

Can I invite you to the pastry

shop for dessert after dinner?

Okay, but I'll have to get home early.

I need to finish my homework.

Fine.

Happy Independence Day.

Funny.

This is mistletoe.

And also a little idiotic.

I leave work at 5.

Can I fail you today?

Actually, I was going to put in a new table that I made myself.

I bought some beautiful teak wood

at that really cool old landfill in Cedar Rapids

You can get any type of wood there.

It’s like the wood fairy plants a new bunch every day.

Little tree orphans are looking for their homes.

It's as simple as picking an apple.

Well, I'll be happy to help you.

I'm not going to sleep with you tonight.

Why do you want to help me, you know, put up furniture?

Because you are my friend.

That's what friends do, right?

I don't think this is a good idea.

Good morning.

- Why are you bothering?
- What?

Table for two, please.

English?

American?

Er, yes, right here.

Um, do you live here?

I don't recognize you.

Mostly regular customers come at this hour.

No, we are actually tourists.

And you drove 4,000 miles just to visit Iowa?

Will this one fit?

Yes, if you two join us.

I feel like we disturbed something when we arrived.

This is against restaurant policy.

With pleasure.

Are you visiting someone?

Yes, our niece
entered a creative

writing competition
at university.

And we suddenly craved Iowa pork tenderloin.

Will be done.

Carla, please bring it to the women

two Iowa pork tenderloins.

What about drinks?

Irish porter?

Em...

Michelob will do.

Two Michelobs, Carla, and can

you bring some
water to the table?

Swept away.

Perfect.

Forgive me, I was ignorant.

My name is Katherine, and

this is Eve, respectively.

Actually, Evelyn.

I'm Jeff and this is my friend Mel.

Oh, how are you?

Are you traveling from England on your own?

We're hardly independent

even considering that we are both widows.

We share everything now; even a single bed.

Although we always
ask for two beds on

vacation so... we
don't get surprised.

We first met on our last

honeymoons, not our first.

So we are widows squared.

Are there any men in your life now?

No, sadly.

But we quickly make friends, right and left, on campus.

There aren't enough pubs in Iowa though.

At home I am a fifth generation pub owner.

This is the oldest existing pub in Wimbledon.

It should be
incredibly interesting

there during the
tennis tournament.

Holy Heavens, no!

We're going to Gallaway for two weeks.

Eve retired from barmaiding many years ago.

Work will never be the same

when your second husband leaves.

We pass through our husbands like kidney stones.

Luckily for me, I inherited the long-living genes from my father.

My dad...

He is still with us, her dad - 105 years old.

He is my inspiration.

That's probably why I followed in his footsteps.

The story is that he was an

apprentice to a local mechanic.

In 1918.

- It was in...
- In Inslington.

You see, the business was transferred to her.

In England everything is passed on.

That's why everyone...

As old as we are.

That's why I became a key collector.

Key expert.

And I opened the first key

museum in the United Kingdom.

Can you imagine an entire museum dedicated to keys?

Important keys,
historical keys, keys

that open doors
behind which are kept

secrets for centuries.

We have a real key
used by the ancient

Egyptians, dating back
three thousand years ago.

One room contains only the keys to the prisons.

In the other are the keys to the boudoirs of monarchs.

AND...

It will make you blush!

Act your age, you old hedonist!

There is a room that is simply

full of keys to
chastity belts...

...and the history of the king's daughters.

And in the other room are the keys that opened bank vaults

before introducing cylindrical ones.

Sounds amazing.

What kind of people does it attract?

Oh, you'll be surprised.

Mathematicians, ex-criminals,

entire families, of course.

We sold plastic keys for

children as souvenirs, but...

Until the Minister
of Health banned it

out of fear that
babies might ingest them.

In one room - our favorite room -

are the keys to everyone's heart.

We ask our visitors to bring their love letters

and donate one letter to this...

a very special room.

After Eve closes
the museum in the

evening, and after
we feed the cats,

we go into this happiest room

of all and read the letters.

We read new letters, read

some of our favorite old ones.

Reading them gives us hope for the future for the human race.

Without this hope, we would just...

We would just close the doors of the museum

and threw away the key. La-la-la.

Opium goes into action.

Don't think badly of us.

This is our common weakness.

What is the name of the museum?

I will come.

Open Door Museum.

Could you excuse me? I need...

To one place? Of course, dear.

- Go away.
- Thank you, thank you.

Dearest Eve.

See you.

She's so happy.

She's dying, honey.

Cancer, you see.

God's punishment
eats away every vital

organ in her body,
saving her heart.

She has a strong wonderful heart.

She dies an ironic death

She was perfectly healthy all her life.

I've never been sick.

Her only weakness was sex.

Oh, she's still lustful and so stupid.

But behind closed doors she turns into Anaïs Nin (a writer
known for her erotic novels and diary - approx. trans.)

or whatever.

Sex makes me tired.

An omission, I suppose.

But Eve is still active.

She never eats sweets, she only

drinks tea, she grows
her own vegetables.

I give him burgers and
sweet coffee drinks from

Starbucks on Coronation
Street almost every day.

And Yves sits patiently next to

me, watching me
devour one by one,

never objecting.

But she will not be tempted.

I give him steak at least twice a week,

and I love a good Chardonnay - or four of them.

And I smoke cigars, Cuban cigars.

Only Cohiba (brand of Cuban cigars - approx. transl.)

She has cancer.

She's my type.

We'll be staying in America a

little longer than
usual, I guess.

I think she wants to leave here.

Don't show it.

And please don't say you're sorry.

You barely know us.

I better go see this old bore.

They are so alive.

I couldn't get a word in edgewise.

They were adorable.

Perhaps today is just not your day...

Why did you say you would visit their museum?

It was stupid to say that, don’t you think?

I was impressed. Why does this even bother you?

You are ungrateful.

Be happy.

- It hurts.
- It is wonderful.

I tell you, in the future you will have many women.

Ask! They will say yes.

They know that your
family is rich and

that you will follow
in the same footsteps.

And your hair is so cute, they'll want to brush it.

And you have amazing ambitions.

All this turns on.

But it doesn't turn you on.

That day it was a blast.

You are part of that day.

It was a whole new kind of excitement.

It was... It was just a great day.

You made me happy one day.

I was very happy with you.

Today someone else made me happy.

Who made you happy today?

Eve and Catherine.

Mora!

Can you give your sister a ride to work?

I can not. Irina is here.

Fine. And how will I get home?

Sorry!

Hey, why am I your friend?

I mean, what's wrong with me?

'Cause most of your friends

are, oh, a little short

or fat.

But hey, you know,
it doesn't matter

if it makes you
feel better than them

then everything suits me.

Because some people
may deny it, but most of

us need to feel like we
are better than others.

But that still doesn't explain why I like you.

You like me because...

deep inside, you have a very developed maternal instinct.

And you like the way I look at you

the way most children look at something shiny.

Um, what's the number on your Facebook page?

Uh, this is the number of days

it's been since I
spoke to my father.

Well, someday he will see.

I bet he'll understand.

Oh, I see. OK.

I haven't added him as a friend yet.

Don't be stupid.

Oh hey, um, guess what -

I'm finally going back to college.

Are you proud of me?

Yes!

Where are you going?

I'm going to Ames to study music history.

For what?

Because... Lately I've been very interested in music.

I joined the church choir.

This is not a church.

Wow, you are so mean.

I'm just worried about you.

Satanists realize that man, both action and reaction

The Universe is
responsible for everything,

and he does not allow
himself to be misled,

thinking that someone cares.

OK. You win.

But that makes some sense, right?

I mean, you're literally worshiping Satan.

No, we worship an ideal.

Forget.

Sorry. It's none of my business.

Do not tease me. Is not cool.

I'll give you a book by Anton LaVey.

I think this will help you.

It doesn't help everyone, but it will help you.

I just wish he didn't have a goatee.

It's not even a religion. This is philosophy.

You know, like, well,

fucking social club.

A social club with a choir and a choir director named Satan.

Anton LaVey...

Anton LaVey is the head of my church.

I mean, well...

At least she motivated me to go

back to school and
sing for the public.

You must go to school.

Sign up for Clinton.

You will meet men there who you will like.

The chances are good, but the men are so-so.

You must lose your virginity.

Sex is wonderful, you know

and fuck anyone who says otherwise.

It's so simple.

Find out what you like,
take control of it, and it

will help you appreciate
every day of your life.

This is so disgusting.

I mean, for only 22.

Why can't I enjoy every day of my life

just because I'm 22?

Besides, haven't you heard

that free hands are the devil's toys?

Well, she should know, if you believe me.

You just make it sound so impersonal.

Yes, sometimes it is like that. So what?

Come with me to this party.

I don't like loud music.

No. The music is nice.

I do not drink.

- Well, I won’t either.
- You will!

Just don't make Juno out of me (the heroine of the film of
the same name, a pregnant teenage girl - approx. trans.),

who will give birth to a child and name him Tumbleweed or Hayawata
(co-founder of the Iroquois Indian tribe - approx. transl.)

Oh my god, you know what it says?

It says here that in Austria and Germany

The embryo must
weigh at least 500

grams to be considered
a live birth.

Imagine the pain that premature babies experience?

Jesus kills babies, Jesus is a child killer.

Are you unhappy because you have a uterus?

I'm happy that I have a clitoris.

How much does it hurt... the first time?

It doesn't hurt at all. I was drunk.

I vomited. I remember what it was like.

Vomiting is certainly one of the

most disgusting human functions.

I hate it. I don't do that anymore.

It's a choice and I chose not to.

I wanted to feel the pain.

Um, I didn't want to miss anything.

Do you know what I read on Wikipedia?

Did you know that the
first champagne in the

world was produced by a
winemaker from Illinois?

No, that's not true.

There is a city or province

in France called Champagne.

No, I say Illinois.

- Trust me.
- No, you're wrong.

Do your parents know about

your little satanic obsession?

We won't discuss this.

Why don't you trust me?

You don't tell me your secrets.

You don't share with me about your coven.

And should I follow your advice about sex?

No, you're right, you're right. This is unfair.

I will think about it.

We need...

something that will give us hope, you know?

Because you and I, we were

born in the middle
of a sandstorm.

Let's just... forget about it.

Who created God?

Enough is enough, really.

Daddy!

What are you doing here?

- Hello, Mel.
- Hello, daddy.

Maura, your stepfather is here!

That's a pretty good
job of filling the bar,

considering my birthday
is only a few weeks away.

How do you intend to overcome yourself?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Love you.

I'm at Vivienne's.

Of course, I'll pick it up on the way home.

Bye.

Even after ten years, he can still surprise me.

You know, that junk
in the warehouse

that you always
thought was a money pit?

Good proof that I was selfish.

The fortress of a flea dealer?

Yeah, well, in short, I finally agree with you.

I told Robert to take it all to the dump.

If he finds something useful there,

then let him sell it on Ebay with a 50% commission.

He said, "Okay."

Do you know what that sly old fox did?

He built a living archive of

my life's treasures
on this site.

He even installed a mini-fridge,

battery-powered coffee machine,

and a chair.

How is this possible?

Yes, there was nowhere to stick your hand in, in this wild mess.

You always told me it was a waste of money.

I've never gone... there.

Deep down I agreed.

I was afraid that if I ever really looked at it all,

then I'll just see old tax
returns, faded receipts...

A magazine that is decades old,

on paper as fragile
as my beliefs.

He found my school
certificate, pictures

taken by my parents
of me and my brother,

our whole family...

He found my brother's will,

which I had lost,
what did I need

I'm very embarrassed to admit it to George.

Your daughter makes fun of you for this.

Yes? Which one?

I've blown over $20,000

on this over 20+ years,

and he finally made every ten cents worth -

investments instead of regrets.

He is wonderful. A huge gold star for him.

I love him so much.

Sometimes I nag him to get a proper job;

but now I don't care.

He does a lot of stuff...

So amazing at completely unexpected moments.

Damn it.

- Crap!
- What?

I cut myself with paper. We need to bandage it.

What?

Do you realize that your first
reaction to cutting your finger is...

use chapstick?

Lip balm.

I know I know. I can't live without this crap.

Do not laugh at me.

Listen...

I'm looking for a new doctor - therapist.

But not yours or Robert's.

Can you recommend some good ones?

Man or woman?

Yeah...

Isn't it scary how we trust our bodies

need to feel good, to
strangers just because

they have sheets of paper
hanging on their walls?

We trust people easily.

Maura started reading romantic books.

Until this week she had read

Kant and, for fun,
Margaret Atwood.

She now reads Nora Roberts and Rosemary Rogers.

She bought a Kindle, so I
can't see what she's reading.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to talk to you about the Sea.

It's not like you to be so hypocritical.

You are now with Robert...

Why are you still doing this?

How?

Thirst for carnal pleasures?

Be proud.

Why? Does this make you angry?

So who now speaks like a hypocrite?

I can't explain it.

I don't know why we create
this exclusive chimera,

why I don't have sexual
interest in other women.

But you awaken all the feelings

in me, all at the same time.

Thank you.

Vision, hearing,

touch...

smell, taste.

I still love you.

You can still make
a woman feel a spark.

No. Only you.

Right.

Do you want to do this again?

No.

Thank you.

Why are you still paying child support for Maura?

This makes my heart ache.

Or are you trying to buy your way out of misfortune?

I'm not unhappy.

Save for a rainy day -

when you and Robert go your separate ways.

Rather, a camel will pass through the eye of a needle.

Sorry.

Nothing changed.

I still love him, Viv.

I wanted to ask earlier if you were dating someone

But...

Not until the girls leave.

But the girls won't leave.

So have you met my little sister, Mel?

A little.

Doesn't Mel seem like a tomboy to you?

Not good.

Don't know...

Now that you've said it.

What do you think?

It's okay if it's not for you.

And if I think it's callous, will you stop liking me?

Who said I liked you before?

Kidding.

You think I'm boring.

Do you think you're boring?

Yeah.

Irina thinks that I should
start taking antidepressants,

that I have lost
interest in everything,

what I wanted before.

For example?

For example... to be Margaret Sanger (American
activist, promoted contraception - approx. transl.)

- Like follow in her footsteps?
- No, like becoming her.

It's not boring; This is madness.

No, I...

I just, I wanted to be original.

Mal... I mean, Maura,

you need your own life consultant -

like those who have a personal trainer.

Let me try.

Why am I letting you do this?

I can't even see you.

You're not at all like Mel, are you?

Sorry?

Do you remember your dreams?

Sometimes.

Mel and I shared a bedroom,

and every morning
before we went to

school we told each
other our dreams.

And when I had my own

bedroom, I stopped dreaming.

Therefore, as compensation, I began to fantasize.

I mean every time I went to the bathroom,

I imagined that I was a guest on Total Request Live.

Or a guest of Kelly Ripa (host of the TV show
Live! with Kelly and Michael - approx. transl.),

only there were never any other guests.

That is, not even Ridges was there.

Only Margaret Sanger.

You probably spent a lot of time in the bathroom.

You are like two boots - a pair.

I knew you two were rockin' here.

I wasn't flirting.

I was looking for a new doctor.

Here?

No, the real new doctor.

Isn't it amazing how easy it is to trust a doctor?

just because he has a diploma? I
mean, have you ever read these diplomas?

How easy is it to trust a doctor?

Okay, no, I mean how easily

we trust strangers or something.

I don't want to drink.

I'm a big fan of trust.

Trust me, Maura, have another drink.

Our freedoms are limited only by availability

those professions that we are allowed to choose...

This is the only rule.

-Are you happy now?
- Someone said it?

I.

- I am intrigued.
- Shut up, Irina.

Hey, my dad is a fag.

Her dad is bi.

Hey, you're smart, right?

What do smart people want to be when they grow up?

Have you ever watched Gone with the Wind?

No.

Oh, this pisses me off.

Annoying?

Upsetting.

You said it's annoying.

I mean frustrating.

Liar! You're a big, fat liar.

Why did you ask
us this right away

if the answer could
make you angry?

Enrage. Nevermind.

But one line of dialogue from

this film changed
my entire life.

One of the characters talks about earth, dirt, soil.

That they are the
only things in the world

worth working for,
worth fighting for.

and worth dying for -

because these are the only things that will last forever.

There is so much reverence

and sensitivity in this moment.

This was the day I decided to dedicate myself to the earth.

Having decorated it all with dignity,

with enthusiasm and imagining eternity -

something like this -

as an architect.

There is a book called "The Test of Architecture" (author Steen Rasmussen - approx. transl.).

This is my Bible.

I'm going to be interning at an

architecture firm
starting this fall.

Well, that's very nice, but I

thought you were
going to be a writer.

I write as a hobby.

But you can't live as a writer anymore.

Not if you're good.

And this is too simple.

I prefer challenges.

Maybe I'll make time for writing and architecture.

When one half of my brain is

resting, the other
is revving up.

You know, there’s no need to strain yourself so much;

She's already so into you.

Do you know what the problem is with all this?

That is, just one in where you so passionately crucified?

Which?

There is not enough passion in the world as such.

I'll just have to add it due to shortages.

Wow, what an ego you have.

Everything should be big, bigger, the biggest...

More, more, most.

Look at me, stare at me,
live in me, work in me, be me!

Someone has to build it.

Big things!

Architecture is one of the few democratic things.

From the pyramids to the Museum of Islamic Art in Qatar.

Perhaps there is too much architecture.

Too many mausoleums, crematoria...

Tombstones? They are architecture, right?

Certainly.

Too many of them.

Too many ghosts live in buildings.

Spirits.

Ghosts.

Museum of Sex in New York -

built or erected (a play on the words "erection"
also means erection - approx. transl.)?

My father could have said that.

Ah, old man. Touché!

You know how to hurt a guy.

My mother said the best sex

she ever had was with my father.

How is this possible?

Are you a fag?

No, I'm not gay.

Oops, sorry.

Don't be embarrassed.

Take your hand off. She feels uncomfortable because of you.

You just spoke about me in the third person.

I'm sorry.

I've never made Maura feel

uncomfortable in my life.

Very impressive if that's true.

- It's a lie.
- It's a lie.

Maura, come on, please have a drink.

Hey, what can I get you?

I drink Arnold Palmers.

Why don't you take your own glass?

This is the name of the drink.

Okay, what's there?

Iced tea and lemonade.

Are you kidding. Okay, who is it?

- Who?
- Arnold Palmer.

- Canadian architect.
- Is it true?

No, I'm lying.

This is one of the greatest golfers of the 20th century.

- Are you kidding?
- This is true.

See, I thought you would believe it.

I stick with Arnold Palmers.

I do not drink alcohol. I feel bad for him.

- Just like me!
- It's not funny!

Yeah me too!

Okay, you're cute,

I think you two

It’s worth spending 7 minutes in the closet.

Want?

No... I mean, not really.

I `m A virgin.

Forward.

Go ahead, I'll keep watch.

Like a sentry.

No, like Arnold Palmer.

Look, alcohol or not, get a grip.

I think you two could definitely use some balls tickling.

I'll get us another
drink, and I hope I

don't find you two
here when I get back.

There's a building in Times Square...

With a memorial plaque.

It says that Eugene O'Neill was born here in 1888
(American playwright, Nobel Prize winner - approx. trans.)

There is now a Starbucks in this building.

Nothing lasts forever.

What are you doing?

I'm dancing.

OK.

I don't really feel like I'm dancing.

Your friend said your dad is bisexual.

Why are you calling him a fag?

He is a fag.

So this is what's going on here?

Are you going to ask me questions?

I can't even see if you're here with me.

I'm here.

It’s like there’s truth underneath the serum.

You can say anything here.

Maybe I'm not even here.

Nobody can see you here.

You can't even see yourself.

My uncle, Chris, is my mother's brother.

- He is a musician.
- I know. I met him.

He once told me that the only thing

which is why my parents were together for so long,

was their... sex life.

That this isn't about Mel or me at all.

How do you know my uncle?

I thought your mom told you that?

Oh yeah.

Should we stay here?

Is there anyone else there?

I've never had sex before.

Think you know what to do?

Do you have a condom?

I'll take it out.

OK.

I've never had sex before either.

You'll tear me apart!

You have to stop.

You have to stop.

What are you doing now?

I'm torn.

You should leave. You should leave!

I should stay!

- Late.
- You tore me apart.

Why are you so angry?

Please don't touch my pendant.

I don't see you here.

How can you say I'm evil?

I'm not evil.

It's okay if you want to leave.

Sure?

What do you want me to say?

Should I bring something?

I'll go see if there's anything in the kitchen.

Don't laugh, but I'm a pretty good sous
chef. (assistant chef - approx. transl.)

I really wanted to try it.

Just let me be here with you for a minute.

Is this how it is accepted?

Damn me!

Why the hell did I do this?

I was just too ashamed to leave.

It was like a shock.

I can't believe he came inside you.

I took this morning-after pill.

And he told me that it was his first time too.

Gave me food for thought...

It was like it wasn't real.

I wasn't drunk.

How could you not get drunk?

I wasn't drunk.

I have an increased tolerance to alcohol.

Yes, you consumed 8 glasses...

I didn't get drunk. Clear?

Have you seen his dick?

It was too dark.

Did you kiss?

Nope.

Not on the lips. No I do not think so...

No.

You know...

I bet you could keep him if you wanted to.

Hold?

How's the pet?

I just want to know if he was any good.

Isn't that what you do in a sense?

No, but there was, it seems

to me, a moment when he said,

and I imagined him as romantic.

He talked a lot.

Did you vomit?

- No.
- Fine.

Well done.

Do you still want... me to tell you about my parents?

No.

No, not anymore.

I'm going to take a nap.

Fine.

Thanks anyway.

Yes.

Oh shit!

I can't let you in!

Leave.

Martin, come in! Open.

Mel?

Sorry. I'm Jeff. I'm working with Mel.

I... work with Mel.

Don't be embarrassed.

OK.

You should have protested.

Oh, never mind. Who are you?

I'm Jeff.

Friend...

Yes, you are an inspired architect.

Well, is it you or not?

Wow...How beautiful.

Do not lie to me.

I might get mad. This is not good.

Here.

Went.

I'm not... deceiving you.

What is this?

I can say for sure that it is not a cedar cabinet.

Why don't you store furs in your store?

There is no store.

I exhibit and sell only upon order.

Gets rid of the middle class.

Here's my store.

You're in it now.

How does the Tupperware brand sell?

Now the Tupperware brand can be bought in stores.

Sometimes you don't have seizures...

agoraphobia (fear of open space - approx. transl.)

No, really?

A little.

Yes?

Mel isn't here right now

and I feel a little uncomfortable.

Yes?

A little.

It's 50 degrees in this crypt,

sorry, in this
closet, all year round.

It's funny how my body temperature

one or two degrees above normal.

Do you know who a stone carver is?

No.

My father was a stone carver.

He also loved valuables.

My father was...

You're an only child, right? Mel
told me about you a long time ago.

She likes you.

Only child? Yes?

Siblings teach each other to refuse...

And how to deal with it.

The way things go over time

that time is our friend, not just our enemy.

Personally, I intend to forget

all this, more than I should

You really like fur, huh?

Yes.

I import them, I sell them.

I'm good at it, I'm very successful.

Even now, even with this economy,

I'm very successful.

Kind of ironic, though.

My ex-husband tests houses

for energy efficiency.

Whoever said that opposites
attract, that person was just sick.

Have you always wanted to sell them?

Fur?

Was this the goal of your life?

Since high school.

My parents bought me
a sable fur coat for my

14th birthday, and that
evening I became cool.

Suddenly I was the cool kid at school.

People I barely knew before,

people who barely
knew me before,

they said how furs suit me.

Everyone paid attention to me.

I became popular.

Before, I didn’t know how to react to compliments.

Who knows?

What a thrill, self-confidence.

I had it in double size.

Don't look a given horse in the mouth.

What did you study at school?

Art.

It's complicated.

Mel said Maura won't go to college.

Do you know Maura too?

Of course I do.

Shall I get you a drink?

Not too early, no?

Too early?

Don't you ever have lunch at 3:00 instead of 1:00?

Or do you have dinner at 3:00?

Flexibility is a good quality.

Maybe it's just not the right time.

Interesting relationship...

The more I drink, the

more successful I become.

I know that this is not
a reasonable analogy and

that there is no
scientific evidence for this,

But it's true.

And until I fail, I

will continue to drink.

Maybe then you should also start smoking.

When communicating
with adults, you

need to think first
and then speak.

It's much safer to keep your mouth shut.

As a rule, you learn a lot of important things.

And when you speak
yourself, make sure that

your words will not
make the person regret

neither myself nor you.

And never apologize.

Touch the fur.

Seriously?

What do you think?

Everything is fine. Speak.

The feeling... so nice.

It’s not very politically correct to say that, right?

People are not honest about what is good these days.

Mel said they were beautiful.

Is it true?

Is it true?

My mother always made her own dresses.

There were always rolls of fabric on her bed.

Such a hobby.

My ex-husband loved antique typewriters.

I know.

When did you first meet Mel?

A few years ago, we were left behind after school.

She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

And I was so shy
that it was very

difficult to even
say hello to her.

But one day, when
we were left after

school, she was
sitting behind me.

I turned around and she said

she couldn't button her shirt

a button on her wrist, on her

cuff, and she asked
me to help her.

My hands were shaking.

I'm sure she
noticed this, but she

never told me so as
not to embarrass me.

She just smiled and

turned to the school board.

I still didn't fasten the button then.

This can hardly be called a meeting.

Are you not so passionate about her anymore?

No.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Funny you should ask.

I haven't had a woman until this week.

Then this week will be memorable for you, no?

We're not talking about my daughter, are we?

No.

An adult woman.

Vice President of a restaurant chain.

Redhead.

Redhead.

And what was it like?

It was amazing...

During the day.

And then it hurts.

Hurt?

She left me.

How long have you known her?

We just started becoming friends.

That was great.

Sit down.

Do you consider yourself a generous person, Geoffrey?

Can I call you Jeffrey?

Let me tell you about generosity.

Let me tell you about my ex-husband.

He is a generous person.

When I met my husband,
my father was beginning

to develop the first
stages of dementia.

I came to my father when he was 50.

How inhumane is this?

Anyway...

I needed to send my father to a nursing home.

I had money but I

couldn't find a place

which wouldn't remind me of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (Ken Kesey's novel about
mental hospital patients, which was made into a film of the same name - approx. trans.).

The line was sadistically long.

And I cried myself
to sleep every

night, serving
people to get a bed.

for my father to die.

And Martin... that's my ex's name, Martin.

Martin, after just three dates

and one meeting with my father,

Martin bought a nursing home with 12 beds...

For my father...

Martin bought it and still owns

it and one day it will be mine.

I don't know how
the place became

available in such a
short period of time,

but we got my dad settled there in less than a week.

The morning we were
supposed to take him there,

the ambulance we hired
to pick him up was late.

She flew into a snowdrift.

Seriously.

And the three of us

waited for another bus.

And while we waited...

Martin bathed my father...

and changed my father's clothes...

and dried my father.

The day I met Martin, he said

he would always take care of me.

But most people break promises and oaths.

Values and intentions are

mentioned with vile casualness

as easily as anyone
can step on an

ant, so I didn't
really fall for it.

Until that day...

That day I learned that Martin is the real McCoy (a good, better person - approx. transl.)

That's why...

I could stand his hobbies, his

ambivalence towards my vagina,

those passionate kisses of his,

Just because he was kind to my father...

To a man, to a stranger, to my father...

To a man who knew he
would be dead by the time I

turned thirty and still
went ahead and raised me.

Generosity can be a strange thing.

I'd be angry.

Why?

Did I say something wrong?

Well...

I almost put your dick in my

mouth, and you still
have the courage

criticize my personal life.

Looks bad.

What should I do now?

Sorry.

For what?

What's the matter?

How can you love him?

Dad?

Because he is the best lover in my life.

And part of me wants him to come back.

And part of me wishes you
and your sister had never

existed, so I think
that's what scared it away.

I hate this part, honey, but it's there.

I lost my virginity.

How do you feel?

Is that really all you can tell me?

What did you tell Mal when

she admitted she lost hers?

She never told me.

As far as I can tell, she's still a virgin.

I can't decide whether I was raped or not.

Are you hurt?

Everything is over.

I don't want to remember any of my mistakes.

I think you know him.

He works with Mel.

I don't want to make things worse for you.

We can testify.

His father is a lawyer; he'll smear me all over the wall.

I want to leave this behind.

Accident...

Calculated risk.

A classic example of betrayed trust.

I want to go far from here.

I want to close my
eyes and imagine a random

place on earth and
find myself there...

And when I'm there, I want

to meet a wonderful man,

and I want him to love me.

That's all I want.

I want you to have all this too.

I'm fine.

I'll go see the gynecologist tomorrow anyway.

Have you ever been raped?

No.

But I had sex when I didn’t want

to, but even then
there was no love.

What can I do for you now?

Now?

I wish I could tell you something dramatic

like...

I started drinking
like a bastard when

I first found out
your father's secret.

But I knew about this before we got married.

And he made me feel protected

and this is the
worst thing that can

happen to a woman,
the worst, the worst.

You know what impressed me most

about your dad
on our first date?

He never asked about my
age; it didn't matter to him.

And I drank from time to time during both pregnancies.

I don’t give a damn, and I

don’t feel any guilt about it.

Who was he?

Boy, man?

Irina told me that sex is great.

This is true.

He's so good.

Look, I realized I have about 10,000 days left.

Days fly by.

They require constant attention.

Years... are ephemeral.

The concept of a year beyond the limits of most human capabilities,

but a day is 24 hours -

the most important thing in the world.

You can always remember what you did yesterday

but you'll hardly ever remember

what did you do on this day a year ago.

Crazy conversation.

I want a different relationship.

But I don't know if I can find someone

who shares my concept of stupidity,

and anxiety and...

I don't know if I can find someone at this time.

Mom... This is all crap.

You have two amazing children.

Do you think your sister is amazing?

Yes. Think.

This is true.

I told Irina what happened.

Every little thing.

No, wait.

I remembered something else.

He... said he wanted to cook something for me.

Something about the sous chef.

Boy?

- Boy.
- When?

I don't remember exactly... When it all ended.

Isn't that weird?

And he also mentioned the book -

earlier, at the party.

I checked.

He lied.

Tell me something bad that happened to you.

For what?

'Cause I want to know what to do

if anything bad happens to me again.

Hello?

Hello! It's me.

What are you doing now?

She is my daughter.

I am responsible for my daughter.

She is 22 years old.

22 is a number.

It has nothing to do with sex.

It's about acting like a stinking asshole.

It's disgusting.

This is socially,
mentally and physically

unforgivable and it will
not happen to my daughter.

This was the first time in her

life that she in no way deserved

such a serious punishment.

What are you going to do with it?

This is what will happen.

I'll let her see which belt I chose

and then I will instruct

during her punishment.

This is the Middle Ages.

Maura, show him the results

of the spanking I gave him.

No.

I do not see...

No, you won't see.

You have a very busy week, my friend.

Don't call me your friend.

Do not interrupt.

You'll learn a lot more by listening rather than talking.

I hate myself for what I did.

We won't press charges

Mora won't press charges...

But we can be
sure that something

like this will
never happen again.

- We?
- Maura and I.

Maura understands, even if you don't.

Do not do that.

What not to do, my friend?

Jesus.

You did it.

I could send you to jail.

This is a threat?

I am a parent. This is my home.

This is not a court acting according to laws.

Maura is a good girl.

She is a good daughter and I love my daughter.

And this mistake on her part,

this crime, this lynching,

those instigated by you will be

converted and their
behavior corrected.

And she will still
love me, and I

will love her, and
she will understand

and she will do penance.

And it will all be over in 30 minutes.

In these same 30
minutes you will

still be a scumbag and a rapist,

and you won't understand a damn thing.

I'm her father.

I put love on my daughter,

and answer for life lessons,

which she has to learn...

occasionally.

As time passes.

And because of you

she will suffer a severe beating.

Please don't be a monster.

How dare you?!

Calm down.

What about Mel?

She was surprised at the

very stupid, pathetic boy.

Vivienne makes her own choices,

and I respect her choices.

You are a capable student, aren't you?

Constantly showing off

with their extra-curricular successes.

When you achieve
your first successes,

you educate those
younger than you.

But don't you think it's sad?

Yes, for me.

You are everywhere.

You have no goal.

You didn't leave yourself a corner.

You are an example of amazing mediocrity.

For you, the
meaning of obedience

is obviously lost, no grip,

you have no direction towards anything.

Did you know that Mel buys her mother liquor?

Not all.

Stop him.

It's not entirely your fault, my friend.

And that look on your face.

What expression?

An expression that says: "I am a victim."

Do you want to stay?

It's possible, it's appropriate.

I'm not going to humiliate her like that.

Seriously?

Maura, could you describe

our friend's punishment?

Or describe how you feel now?

How did you feel then, after?

Could you?

Mel?

I think you should stay.

Daddy, don't. Ask.

First she will receive a glass of brandy.

This will help her catch her breath later.

It's a big fucking joke, right?

Go upstairs, Maura, and get ready.

Now.

Wait a minute. You're welcome, Martin.

Get out.

Get out, Jeff.

Please.

You don't want to be here.

He will hurt her.

Don't hurt her.

Ask.

One more date, Mel, and all of

this would never have happened.

Where did you get this?

Bought?

No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.

On lcan...

From my hair salon...

Is it true.

You like to play for the crowd, right?

We couldn't let it go like that.

They are my daughters, you are my wife.

I gave him the opportunity; he didn't use it.

You've been hooked on him from the very beginning.

You are drawn to kitsch like a moth to a light -

like Roberta to your new shrine.

If you decide to do something to the girls,

then it would be better for you to talk to an attorney.

The show is over.

Why were you crying?

You scared me to death with the thought

that I could somehow hurt you.

I thought you were going to faint.

Do you know what you reminded me of?

Fourth grade, Tench Phillips.

School bully.

Yes, his name really was Tench.

I don’t know how, but at the

age of 11 he knew
I might be gay.

I've been looking

for him these days

and asked how he knew I was different at 11 years old.

One way or another, he tormented me from dawn until noon.

The threats he made were paralyzing.

I've become so twitchy...

One day, I wet my pants while running away from school...

running away from imaginary steps.

Still, he would kick my ass.

Therefore, ever since
I realized that this

would happen, sooner
or later, I called...

I don't know, I don't have the courage,

but some kind of form of mental self-preservation.

And I ate it.

I screamed in his face.

Screamed and begged the school bully -

reputation, if not deed -

I begged Tench Phillips to beat me up.

I almost wished for it.

But he didn't.

He simply turned away... and walked away.

The worst thing
about that moment

was the way he
looked into my eyes

with a look of mortal boredom.

I was shaking and short of breath and...

If someone saw all this,

then he would have thought that I would have had enough of a blow.

My PE teacher,

Mr. Davis, he saw it all.

And the next day he took me under his wing.

He was straight as an arrow (pun: straight - natural - approx. transl.),

was married to a teacher from

an old school, theater class.

They took me to shows -

theatrical, not musicals -

to museums.

Sometimes they even asked me to leave class to take me to lunch.

I was his ugly duckling and...

he was... my friend.

God forbid.

But most importantly,

he taught me how to protect someone.

I wish I could be that guy for you.

I wish I could be that guy in your life.

My dad took me to

baseball games all the time.

Little league game,
big league game,

trips to Florida for
spring training camp.

He thought that if he had a son, he would like it.

Stupid.

Well, I love baseball, so

you missed the mark there.

It was six in the

morning when I arrived.

I never thought that you could be found

somewhere other than under the covers at this hour.

I heard you and mom.

I couldn't sleep.

Mother told me

that your book preferences
have changed a little lately -

romantic stories.

They are simpler. Takes less time.

Why is your time suddenly at risk?

I was constantly worried,

and now even more so.

So I decided to take the time to worry extra.

That's why.

Mother, Vivienne...

Why do you call your mom by a

different name every
time you mention her?

Henry James, Fitzgerald, also novelists.

But you already know that, right?

The need for
uncomfortable formality in a

conversation with my
own daughter kills me.

I saved someone's life this week.

What are you talking about?

I accompanied a friend from

the children's emergency service

during a house call.

He was returning two small children to their parents.

I looked at this misery

and burst into tears.

You need to stop crying so much.

I asked a friend to
stop at Home Depot.

to buy a fire alarm there and...

fire gas detector.

As soon as I activated it, P.G.I. went off scale.

There was such a
concentration in this house that

it would have killed
the children by morning.

This is already 4 lives.

You are hero.

I don't know if that

means you're proud of me

or simply stating a fact.

I want to impress you so much, I want to be your father so much.

I am a very focused person.

Before you and Mel, I didn't need to set goals.

No deadlines.

I will never give up.

Never.

Just give me some more time.

It's almost 7:30.

We spent almost the entire day together.

It wasn't that bad, was it?

See you later, dad.

I catch the word.

Crawl away.

What's the matter?

I'm ashamed.

I never...

I never knew what to tell

you and you never said it.

Well, stop crying.

OK.

Just. I never have this fucking scarf.

Here.

Thank you.

Hey...

I thought I wanted
to go back to school,

but I think I want
to go to Europe first.

Where?

In Ireland.

You kept those
issues of National

Geographic that dad
cherished, right?

But I don't want to leave my mother.

Maybe I should take her with me.

What about dad?

I think I want to meet his... partner.

I met him.

What is he like?

All such an athlete.

He weighs a lot.

No!

He's a bit of a diva, but

he can make fun of himself.

Not very ambitious

but he loves everything that concerns his father.

I mean, she indulges him in everything.

What does he look like?

Like Vince Vaughn.

Does he have some sort of job?

No.

I saw them playing ball in the morning.

They woke up early and finished

work in the yard together,

and then started playing ball.

Are they any good?

Can not say.

On the...

The second night I couldn't sleep.

So I went down to
the kitchen in the

middle of the night,
and Robert came down.

He made me an omelette from egg whites.

And dad also came down

to keep me company...

Or keep Robert company.

I haven't decided yet

Which option do I prefer to believe...

Dad helped me with my homework that weekend.

And he and Robert had a cocktail

party and introduced
me to everyone.

All this in one weekend?

Yeah. I felt like I was suffocating.

I wanted to see my mother.

Did you know that I used to be on drugs?

Nonsense!

Our Laura from The Glass Menagerie (Tennessee Williams' play - approx. transl.)

did you smoke a joint?

Well, not anymore.

Or I don’t snort coke,
I don’t swallow acid, I

don’t take amphetamines,
I don’t smoke opium...

Oh my God! Stop!

My ears are bleeding.

You know, I remember
one night when

I had to meet someone
to buy... pills.

At one o'clock in the morning, I took my mother's car.

And it was winter,

and the roads were covered

with a layer of black ice.

I was already high when I left the house.

I took a dose.

But on the way home I hit a car...

straight into the tree.

Everything worked out fine.

I was fine, but I was high.

So I just left the car there

like it was in a parking lot

and, uh...

...started to leave.

And I remember the streets were so deserted.

I was so tired.

I just came home, went

upstairs and passed out.

And then the cops arrived.

Where I was?

Slept... in bed.

They asked mom if it was her

car and told her where it was.

And then my mother came into my bedroom...

And I was dead to
the world, but I

guess I showed
enough signs of life,

so that they would decide that I would survive.

And they just let me sleep it off.

I was 15.

This should have been a call to action

but he wasn't.

Drugs brought me to the brink.

They freed me from the usual baggage of problems.

And without them, I...

I just stopped talking to anyone.

Mom had to grow up in my eyes

for what I did that night -

I talked the cops out of picking me up.

But I couldn't... I couldn't even appreciate it.

Mel...

I really need you as a friend.

Fine.

We should send Jeff a
thank you note or something.

We have to send it to mom.

Sorry. Buttons.

Sorry, could you help me with this?

Just...

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!

Translation: EndlesslyMuse, SashaWidy