All language subtitles for É Tempo de nos conhecermos

That'll play, Ronnie.

Psh. You got all of that one, partner.

Holy cow!

Kid's on fire.

Attaboy, Ron!

Holy cow.

You're having the round
of your life, Ronnie.

You can say that again.

CHRlS: My father was
in love with golf.

He talked about it
like it was an eastern religion

on the verge of granting him
total consciousness.

He never thought
it would do the opposite.

l grew up in a big house.

A big house in a small town.

My father claimed he won
our house betting at golf.

He always said he would
never live anywhere else.

We had an overgrown
putting green in the backyard,

a karaoke room in the basement,

and three empty bedrooms

for all the other children
my parents forgot to have.

My girlfriend, Anne,

she thinks l've got things
from my childhood

l have to figure out.

But it was typical.

A mom who was a little crazy,

a father who was a little remote.

l did spend a lot of time
wanting out.

l do live in New York now,
which is the opposite of Florida

in that there's very little golf,

and many of the residents
are actually alive.

But it was pretty normal,
my childhood.

My father played
three times a week,

rain or shine.

The Saturday game
was the big one.

Every Saturday all my life,

with two other guys
from the Chamber of Commerce

and his caddie.

My dad made a lot of money
selling cars.

He spent it on caddies
and golf shirts...

and us, l guess.

When you're a kid,
you don't notice that.

...and we'll get you a car!

What you notice is
he never taught me to play.

He'd talk and talk and talk,

but golf wasn't
a father-son thing.

My mother didn't play, either.

Her game was listening.

Actually, pretending to listen.

Or maybe it wasn't listening at all.

Maybe it was... hoping.

lt was difficult to know

exactly what
my mother was thinking.

Perhaps devising new ways
to cook cow's tongue.

Roasted then chilled
on a bed of green Jell-O.

Boiled, peeled, or minced
into a creamy sandwich spread.

Whatever it was,

there was something
different going on

inside my mother's head.

Something truly unique
and completely terrifying

to all the other full-time
casserole makers

in our neighborhood.

But that's all the past.

My name is Christopher Rocket.

l'm 35 years old,

and last week
l was a freelance writer

living in New York.

Now l'm in jail.

This is Anne.
She's beautiful, isn't she?

l mean, it's dark now,
but you'll see.

She's beautiful --
l mean, as a person, too.

Anne's right about one thing.

l don't want to get married.

And that probably is
a childhood thing.

l-l've never seen
a good marriage.

So l'm, you know, not so eager.

Surprise!

Oh, my gosh, Anne.

l hate you.

l hate you, too.

did we scare you?

Oh. . .

l'm gonna kill you.

Wait for the swimsuit competition.

dead.

lt's gonna be good.

-Make a wish.
-Okay.

Make it a good one.

All right!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

You guys are torturing me.

Well, who would have thought
that, um --

that l would become a lawyer
at the United Nations,

but then have to move to Geneva
to actually do it?

This is really special.

Chris and l were just gonna have
a really quiet night. . .

of bon voyage sex!

Seriously, this is --
this is really special, and --

l'm gonna miss all of you so much.

lt's gonna be really difficult to leave.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Can't he write anywhere?

And actually set foot
outside New York City?

Of course.
He couldn't do that.

Well, the posting's
only for three years.

l'm sorry, Annie.

lt's okay.

Mm. l'll call you tomorrow.

Tonight was fun.

-Thank you.
-lt was.

You were totally scared.

Bye!

Were you surprised?

Surprised, yes.

And scared.

And happy?

Yes.

And tired?

Very.

And bed?

Yes.

Good-bye sex?

Yes.

Will you put the tiara back on?

Now you're starting to scare me.

-Come on!

No, no, no. don't get it.

Oh, come on. lt might be
one of your many admirers!

Hello?

Yeah.

Yes. This is -- this is he.

What?

When?

Oh.

No, that's fine.

Yes.

O-okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye.

Who was it?

Chris?

lt was the hospital.

What hospital?

My father had a stroke.

What? ls he okay?
ls he gonna be all right?

-l don't know.
-Well, what did they say?

He was on the golf course.

Apparently, he was having
the round of his life.

Annie, l'll only be gone
for one or two days.

lt's not a big deal.

Chris, it's your father.
Of course it's a big deal.

Plus, you haven't seen him
in over five years.

And l don't have to be
in Switzerland for another week.

Okay, you're right.
lt is a big deal.

But you know how things are
with me and my parents.

Chris, this isn't about that.

Why won't you let me go
with you?

This is just something
l have to, like, do on my own.

l could take care of you.

That'd be great.

When l get back.

Okay.

That's delicious pudding, hon.

Completely dairy-free.

Ahh.

And yet, creamy.

How was school today,
dear heart?

Fine.

That's just wonderful.

do they offer any marketing courses
down there?

-What?
-Marketing.

You know, sales.

do they offer that as an elective?

A what?

Ron, Chris is in the 6th grade.

He studies things.

Wonderful things like --

poetry, and --
music appreciation and --

mathematics.

Well, l just don't know
if any of that

is gonna do him any good.

Save for maybe the mathematics.

Chris plays the baritone tuba, Ron.

Son. . .

. . .do you realize that this is
the marketing decade?

l guess.

And you know what that means,
don't you?

That means you have to learn
to sell yourself.

Okay.

Because you are your own
most valuable asset.

Mmm!

Completely dairy-free?

l'll freeze the leftovers.

l loved your celebrity
cloning piece in Harper's.

You were so right.

The technology is basically there,

and celebs are the only ones
who could afford it.

l mean, who could really bear
another Larry King?

Coffee?

How did you, uh, know?

Oh, my God.

This job would be
completely insufferable

if l couldn't sneak a peek
at the passenger list.

My name's Sandi.

Chris. . . Rocket.

Oh, l know.
You're virtually famous.

Not really.

Let me know
if l can get you anything.

Ciao.

Attention all passengers...

Please point
to the type of luggage

that most resembles
the type of the luggage

lost, stolen, or delayed.

Thank you.

Please point to the size of luggage

that most resembles
the size of the luggage

lost, stolen, or delayed.

Thank you.

Please point to the color of luggage

that most resembles
the color of the luggage lo--

lost, stolen, or delayed.

L've tried R-O-C-K-E-T,
R-O-C-K-E-T-T,

R-O-C-K-E-T-T-E, R-O-K-E-T
and R-A-C-K-E-T --

there's no record anywhere.

You don't have any more cars?

lt's tournament weekend. lt. . .

Fore!

Hi. You've reached Ron...

dAWN: And Dawn.

We're probably
at the golf course,

so please leave a message,
and we'll...

dAWN: Get back to you
as soon as we can.

lt's in the hole!

Um. . . excuse me.

My father's. . .

You must be the son.

Uh, hi. Chris. . . Rocket.

l'm very sorry
about your father's condition.

l need you to sign some things
on his behalf.

Shouldn't his wife do this?

l wasn't aware he was married.

Of course he is.

dawn.

l'm pretty sure her name is dawn.

l think.

l'm sorry. There's no record.

What?

You're the only ''Rocket'' listed
in your father's insurance.

You're the only next of kin.

What do you mean
no one told you?

Just what l said.
ls she there?

Who?

The new wife.
What's her name?

dawn, l think.

l haven't seen her,
but l'm sure she's around.

Your poor father.

ls he eating all right?

Listen, Mom, l gotta go.
l'll call you when l find out more.

l should come there to--

What?

...see him.

He was an asshole to you.

l'm not an idiot, Christopher.

Look, l'll call you later, okay?

You might tell him
l said, uh, ''Hello. ''

Sure.

lt's called ''Locked-in Syndrome.''

Generally, it occurs after a stroke,

but, other than
the obvious symptoms,

it's still a bit of a mystery.

Meaning what --
he's completely cut off?

Well, not necessarily.

There's no sensory response,

but he could have some awareness
of his surroundings.

What about his eyes?

You close them,
and they spring back open.

But can he see?

We don't know.

So what happens now?

ln some cases,

a patient can be gone
for weeks or months

and then snap out of it
like nothing ever happened.

ln other cases?

CHRlS: Hello?

dawn?

Anyone home?

lt's Chris.

Hello?

Hello?

There's barely a sign
she was ever here.

Why didn't he tell you?

Who knows with my dad?

He must have been
too embarrassed.

l don't think that's. . .

l don't think he's capable of that.

How are you feeling?

Uh, l'm fine.

l spoke to one doctor

but wasn't able to see
the specialist.

He was in surgery or golfing
or something.

Will you call me
when you know more?

Or when l find my luggage.

Oh, yeah. That, too.

l hate you.

l hate you, too, Chris.

l really, really hate you.

Good night.

Bye.

Do you see Cassiopeia?

l didn't mean to startle you.

l was watching the sky.

do you mind if l join you?

Such beautiful names.

Cassiopeia. . .

Equuleus. . .

Canes Venatici.

The Big dipper?

Yes. The Big dipper.

l don't want anyone
to keep you from doing

what it is you should be doing.

l know.

l've got to start marketing myself.

Christopher. . .

l want to talk to you
about limited fame.

Most of the men in history
who have achieved fame. . .

have achieved
a kind of vulgar fame.

Like, Josef Stalin

and Chevy Chase.

All of those men
had obvious ideas

that everyone could understand.

And do you know why?

No.

They all consumed
too much dairy as children.

lt takes a special person
to achieve limited fame.

Copernicus.

Marcel duchamp.

Michael Caine.

dad thinks
l'm my most valuable asset.

He was breast-fed
until he was 9 years old.

But you, Christopher,
you're completely lactose-free.

You have the perfect metabolism
to do anything you want.

All you have to do is choose
the direction you want to go.

do you want to be Josef Stalin,

or do you want to be
Michael Caine?

Well, home again.
Jiggity jig.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, dear heart.

Well, don't you look. . .

Well, you have a little jaundice.

Are you taking your folic acid?

Yeah.

Well, it's just a tonic.
Come on in.

Where the hell did you get that shirt?
ln a card game or something?

Yeah. l got it at a card game.

How's that girlfriend of yours? Anne?

She's, uh, accepting a job in Geneva.

And you're just letting her go.

Where are you heading?

Belize.

l bought a ticket online this morning.

Sometimes it's good
to be spontaneous.

Why don't you go with me?

Today?

Spontaneity doesn't
include tomorrow.

l think l should stay here.

What a shame. You look like
you could use a good jungle walk.

l'm going to go blog.

Blog?

You should try it.

That pulp and paper publication
you write for

is going the way
of the great auk. Pbht.

Hey, Mom?

This ticket says ''Belarus,''
not ''Belize.''

l must have hit the wrong button.
l'm gonna have to repack.

The bags are in Seattle? Wow.

l was on a flight from New York
to Jacksonville.

How long is this gonna take?

Hello?

Hello?

-Hello?
-don't bother.

This whole place is like
one big cellular black hole.

--l'm not getting anything.

Rocket?

What the -- what the hell
are you doing here?

How long have you been in town?

-Nickie.
-Oh, my God!

Uh, l just got in.
My -- my dad --

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

l knew that. l knew that.

l only just saw Ronnie at the club
a couple weeks ago.

Why are you friends
with that Nickie Apple kid?

A boy who obviously has no idea
about sales and promotion.

¿ And she's watching him
with those eyes ¿

¿ And she's loving him
with that body, l just know it ¿

¿ Yeah, and he's holding her
in his arms late, late at night ¿

¿ You know, l wish
that l had Jessie's girl ¿

¿ l wish that l had Jessie's girl ¿

¿ Where can l find
a woman like that? ¿

¿ l play along with the charade ¿

¿ There doesn't seem to be
a reason to change ¿

¿ You know, l feel so dirty
when they start talking cute ¿

¿ l want to tell her that l love her ¿

¿ But the point is probably moot ¿

¿ 'Cause she's watching him
with those eyes ¿

¿ And she's loving him
with that body, l just know it ¿

¿ And he's holding her in his arms
late, late at night ¿

¿ You know, l wish
that l had Jessie's girl ¿

¿ l wish that l had Jessie's girl... ¿

¿ Where can l find
a woman like that? ¿

¿ Like Jessie's girl ¿

¿ l wish that l had Jessie's girl ¿

¿ Where can l find
a woman like that? ¿

¿ And l'm looking in the mirror
all the time ¿

¿ Wondering what
she don't see in me ¿

¿ l've been funny,
l've been cool with the lines ¿

Hi, Chris.

Hi, Kim.

Meet me at Safari-Putt.
l want to go all the way.

¿ Where can l find
a woman like that? ¿

And you must have been thinking,

''Well, why doesn't he tell us
what's happening?

Why doesn't he just speak to us
as he has in the past

when we've faced troubles
or tragedies?''

Others of you, l guess,
were thinking,

''What's he doing hiding out
in the White House?''

Well, the reason l haven't spoken
to you before now is this.

You deserve the truth.

And as frustrating
as the waiting has been,

l felt it was improper to come to you
with sketchy reports

or possibly even
erroneous statements,

which would then
have to be corrected,

creating even more doubt
and confusion.

There's been enough of that.

First, let me say
l take full responsibility

for my own actions
and for those of my administration.

As angry as l may be

about activities undertaken
without my knowledge,

l am still accountable
for those activities.

As disappointed as l may be
in some who...

Hello, dear heart.

Hi.

How was school today?

lt's Saturday.

Golfing day.

Are you okay?

Sir lsaac Newton.

Enrico Fermi.

doug Henning.

Okay.

Bye.

Who do you think you are?

Vasco da Gama?

Get these off.

God.

Sorry.

Go take a hot bath.

And for heaven's sake,
don't wake up your father.

Go!

YOUNG NlCKlE: Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah!

Switch.

There's a picture of Kim Temple
on page 68.

Kim Temple.

She's so into me.

-Kim?
-Oh, yeah.

Got to third base with her
at my party.

What?

After everyone left,
she jumped me!

Practically had to fight her off!

Could have gone all the way
if l hadn't barfed.

NlCKlE: Oh, yeah. Your dad.
How's he doing?

l heard he was having
the round of his life.

Uh, yeah.

-Oh, shit.
-How about you?

l mean, is this --
is this your local?

Oh, no. No.

l'm just looking for the chick

that's driving that sweet
PT Cruiser parked out front.

Uh, how's. . . Laura?

Laura? do you mean Lara or Lisa?

l. . .

First wife -- Lara.
Second wife -- Lisa.

l mean Lisa. l meant Lisa.

Yeah.
We split up three years ago.

That is a choice shirt.

ls that 50/50 or 60/40?

l-l don't know.

Man, that is nice.

So, anyways,
l had a little downtime,

you know, playing the field.

And do you remember
Annette Bowen?

-Sure.
-Yeah?

She and l got married last year.

-No. No way.
-Yeah.

l always had a thing for her.

-That's good. Good for you.
-Yeah.

We separated six months ago.

Oh. l'm sorry.

Yeah.

So, what now?

Looking for number four.

Already?

Oh, yeah.
l love being married.

l just. . .

You know, l just haven't found
the complete girl. You know?

So what about you?
What about you?

-Uh, l live with my girlfriend.
-Oh, yeah?

Almost three years.

Oh, whoa. Sorry?
Three years?

Wow.

That's 2 1 dog years.
You need to marry that girl.

Yeah, it looks like marriage
might be the issue, huh?

Yeah.

Fuck.

Hey, do you remember Kim Temple?

Oh. Nice.

Oh, bravo! Bravo!

What an entertainer!

Meet me at Safari-Putt.
l want to go all the way.

-Kim!
-Hey, Chris!

-Hey!
-Hey!

What a surprise.

Hey! Kimmie.
You finally made it.

Hey!

-How are ya?
-Good.

Chris totally thought
you were that peeler.

-No, l didn't.
-Yeah, you did.

No, not really.

l'm afraid to ask
if you come here often.

Just when the manager calls me
to pick up Nickie.

But you'd be amazed
at how many of these girls

went to the same
high school as us.

-You're kidding me.
-Nope.

Oh, my God.

l've got to get out of this town

before my daughter
ends up on that stage.

-You have a daughter?
-Yeah.

Yeah -- Erin. She's --

Well, l'll show you a picture --
She's 7.

-No way.
-Yeah.

-lsn't she cute?
-Wow!

Yeah, she's the one thing
Brian and l did right.

You remember Brian Hylton?

Sure. The -- the hockey player.

The adulterer.

Oh. Sorry.

You know what? lt's okay.

lt was -- it was over
long before then, so. . .

Anyway, it's me
who should be sorry, right?

For what?

For making you wait out
in the rain that whole night.

Oh, my gosh.
l had such a crush on you.

You did?

What did you think?

l-l -- l thought that --
that you and Nickie were --

What, is that what he told you?

Oh, my gosh.
l am gonna kill him.

l can't.

Girlfriend.

Much better.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Yeah. That feels much better.

Yeah.

Are you two having problems?

l don't know. l guess.

Marriage, babies --
that kind of thing?

do l have a sign on my back?

lt's too bad, though, huh?

Could be fun to go back
to that night, wouldn't it?

This time l would show up --

me riding my 1 0-speed.

You had a 1 0-speed?

No rain.

No curfews.

Hello?

Hi.

Chris! Hey.

You're up early.

Yeah, l guess.

What's wrong? Has something
happened to your father?

No, he's fine.
l mean, the same.

Oh, are you all right?

l just wanted to talk to you.

Well, l called you last night.

l was out. . .

...with an old friend.

You told me you didn't have
any old friends.

Yeah, well, l guess l was wrong.

Oh, and now admitting
that you're wrong.

You must have really
been up to no good.

How are the, uh, language lessons?

Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah. Sure.

do you want me
to come out there?

No. Everything's cool.

How about if l catch
the first flight out tomorrow?

Okay.

Okay. Bye.

Mrs. Rocket?
-Yes.

ls this your son, Ma'am?

Yes. Of course this is my son.

What seems to be the problem?

The problem seems to be

that your son has no respect
for private property.

Are you saying my son,
Christopher, is a communist?

No, Ma'am.

Your son and a presently
unidentified suspect

vandalized the Safari-Putt elephant.

ls that so?

Your son refuses to identify
the other perpetrator.

l believe you mean ''suspect.''

Yes, Ma'am. l guess.

-So? Are we under arrest?
-No, Ma'am --

Then, thank you for bringing
my son, Christopher, home.

He's never been
in a police cruiser before.

l'm sure with all of the guns
and sirens,

it was a fascinating experience.

He has a thirst
for knowledge and adventure.

Now, we have a cow's tongue
that's in need of peeling.

Good night.

-And, Officer.
-Yes, Ma'am.

Turn off those awful lights.

The neighbors will think someone
has had a heart attack.

Yes, Ma'am.

lt was Nickie.

No one likes a stoolie.

Now, go wash your hands.

Your father will be thrilled
to hear about your big day.

Yes, l-l understand,
Mr. Rocket,

but at this point we just can't find
your missing bag.

...for immediate loading

and unloading
of passengers only.

You're acclimating well.

These are for you.

Oh! Thank you.

l'll get these for you.

Good?

Yeah, are we going
straight to the hospital?

No, we're gonna go
tomorrow morning.

Okay.

lf you're gonna meet my family,
you need to be well rested.

Well, l don't mean to be insensitive,
but isn't your father in a coma?

Something like that.

Are you sleeping on the chair?

That's a La-Z-Boy.

Oh.

So your father lived here
with all his different wives?

Yeah.

And, like my mom,
they all eventually left him.

And how many stepmothers
did you have again?

Two or three.

l guess it's not such a big deal
that one of them's missing, huh?

No. Not really.

Can you please put down
the horrible art piece?

What a strange and lonely house.

You have no idea.

Ron, there's something
we need to discuss.

-Ron, please?
-Mm-hmm?

Mm.

l think we should make this year
a theme year.

l think this year

should be ''the year
of getting to know us better.''

What do you mean?

Oh. . . nothing that would change
our everyday lives all that much.

lt would just be an opportunity

to get to know us all
a little bit better.

Sounds terrific.

Especially you, Christopher.

Your dad and l
would make an effort

to get to know you
a little bit better.

lt would be the theme
of our family.

The Rocket theme.

We'd do things together.

And, Christopher,

you could have a slumber party.

And, Ron,

you would take Christopher
on your golfing outings.

l beg your pardon?

You and Christopher
would go golfing together.

The boy doesn't know
how to golf, honey.

But he is dying to learn.

l am?

Yes, you are.

Golfing would give you
an opportunity

to spend more time together.

You hardly spend
any time together at all.

We see each other every day.

lt's not the same thing.

Golfing would give you
an opportunity

to become pals.

Pals?

Pals.

¿ Something in the way you love me
just won't let me be ¿

¿ l don't want to be your business ¿

¿ So, baby, won't you set me free? ¿

¿ Stop playing with my heart ¿

¿ Finish what you start ¿

¿ When you make my love
come down ¿

¿ lf you want me, let me know ¿

¿ Baby, let it show ¿

¿ Honey, don't you fool around ¿

¿ And just try to understand ¿

¿ l'll give you all l can ¿

¿ 'Cause you got the best of me ¿

Yeah.

¿ Something in the way... ¿

Hello, Mr. Rocket. l'm Anne.

Chris' friend.

He can't hear you.

l'm sure he knows we're here.

This place is depressing, huh?

''Hang in there, baby.''

ls that some sort of sick joke?

l think it's supposed
to inspire you to recovery.

Oh, these fucking kittens.

Whoa, language.

l thought he couldn't hear us.

Okay, l'm gonna go get some flowers.

Would you like anything else,
Mr. Rocket?

l don't think he'd mind
if you'd call him Ron.

Hey, Ron, who's the kid?

Oh.

That's my son, Chris.

Well, l've decided it's important
that the boy and l become pals.

Pals?

Yeah, you know,
quality time, gents.

That's how you keep
a family strong.

Good one.

What was wrong
with your game today, Ronnie?

Just didn't have it, boys.

Well, l guess you're gonna
have to start playing

a little more often, partner.

We hardly see you
around here anymore.

So the house is totally empty
because it's on the market,

and there we are,
on the kitchen floor,

right in the middle of things.

Being a gentleman,
l'll avoid the details.

Oh -- thank you.

When suddenly we hear
the front door open.

l had forgotten that l'd given the key
to another agent,

and she's showing it to her husband.

Wait -- the agent's husband or
the husband of the girl that you're --

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, the first time l try to get up,
l slip on something wet...

Ohh --

l-l fall back on top of her,
which isn't all that bad,

but by this time,
we can hear them in the hallway.

''Oh, notice the cathedral ceilings,
the fine ltalian marble.

Be careful you don't slip
on the wet spot.''

So, finally, l drag her,
kicking and screaming,

out the back door,

and she is clawing
to get back inside.

And she's screaming,
''l forgot my underwear!

Those are my best underwear!''
Like they're 2 4-karat gold, right?

Well, aren't you the life of the party?

-Hey, Kimmy!
-Hey.

How you doing?

Not so bad except for

the incredibly horrible date
that l'm on right now.

Where?

You're with Velleu?

lt's a long story.

Oh, shit. l'm sorry.

Uh, Anne, this is Kim.
Kim, this is Anne.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Anne is Chris' better half,
if you'll pardon the expression.

And Kim. . .

is one of the few women in town
l have not married yet.

dare to dream.

Oh, whatever.

Hi, Kim.

-Chris.
-Hey.

How you doing?

Kim and l went
to grade school together.

Uh, we might have even
slow-danced once.

Really?

Yeah.

Well, l'd better get back.
lt was very nice to meet you, Anne.

Yeah.

l'll see you.
l'll see you, guys.

-Bye, Kim.
-Oh, God help me.

L can't believe Mark
is making you work while you're here.

l'm just making some revisions.

Oh, my God!

Uh, it's his.

Nickie's really funny.

He wants to sleep with you.

That's ridiculous.

lt's true.

-He said that?
-He doesn't have to. lt's obvious.

Hey, what was
your dad like, exactly?

Wow.

What year is it?

1 966. An American classic.

Hmm. How long has he had it for?

Since my 1 3th birthday.

He bought it for me.

But you couldn't drive.

You asked me
what my dad was like.

Your family is so weird.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . .

Happy birthday, sport!

A car?

This is not a car.

This is an American classic.

Chris has got a car.

CHlLdREN: Road trip!

No, no, no, no!
don't touch it! don't touch it!

No, no, you got greasy hands!

Get away from here.
No. Come on.

Hey, gang!

Hi, Christine.

Happy birthday, Chris.

Thanks.

That dress, Jane --
absolutely your color.

Oh, it's just something l threw on.

lt's radiant.

Ron, where are you going?

l told you l was gonna try to sneak in
another nine with Richard.

Yeah, but that wasn't supposed to be
until after the party.

A-and you were gonna
take Chris with you.

Well, he caddied for me
all day yesterday.

We're pals now.

Where did you play today, Ron?

The coastal course.

How was your game?

Not great.

That's because you didn't have
your star caddie with you.

did you see the ocean?

Yes.

l saw the ocean.

How wonderful.

Christopher loves the ocean.

l'm afraid of the ocean.

don't be silly.

You -- you love the ocean.

l remember when you were
still in diapers.

You would just crawl
right down the sand,

right into the water.

And complete strangers
would just stop and watch.

You were like a little fish or. . .

or a seahorse or. . .

. . .algae.

The boy doesn't like the ocean.

Christopher loves the ocean.

l have pictures.

Chris, you should talk to your father.

You need to tell him how you feel.

What about the whole coma thing?

lt doesn't mean he can't hear you.

lt doesn't mean he can.

l think it would help.

Who?

Both of you.

Why do you think
it would help me?

l think that you have
a lot of things inside you

that you need to let out.

This has nothing to do
with you and me, Anne.

Chris, everything has to do
with you and me.

That's what being together
is about --

so we don't have to go
through things like this alone.

My dad's an asshole.

Then that's what you need to tell him.

Hey, Chris.
Come and sit with me.

What do you see out there, son?

Trees?

Houses?

Shacks.

do you know what it's like
to live in a shack, Chris?

No.

Well, you don't want to know.

You don't ever want to get trapped
in a place like that.

lt's damn easy
unless you know what you want.

Your life isn't as long
as you think it is, Chris.

That's why you have to know
what you want.

Hey, good morning.

-Nickie, hey.
-Hey.

My 1 2:00 had to reschedule,
so l thought l'd swing by and say hi.

Oh, well, l'm afraid Chris
isn't here right now, so. . .

Oh.

Well, l guess l'll have to say hi
to you, then.

Ow.

''Hi. l'm Ron Rocket.''

''Call me Ronnie.''

''Man, do l ever have
morning breath.''

''Tastes just like l ate
a shit sandwich.''

''ls my current wife here?''

''What the hell's
her name again?''

''delicious pudding, hon.''

''Creamy.''

Hi, dad.

''Who is it?''

lt's. . . Chris.

''Oh. Hi.''

Have any advice for me, dad?

''You are your own
most valuable asset.''

Got it.

Great talking to you, dad.

''Yeah. Great talking, uh. . .''

Chris.

''Yeah. Call me Ronnie.''

Oh, l can't believe Chris
never told me how funny you are.

Oh, l love it.

So, how goes the search
for wife number four?

Ahh. . .

Well, l thought l'd found her,
but she only wanted to live together.

So l broke it off.

-Really?
-Yeah, what can l say?

l'm an all or nothing guy, you know?

Unlike some people we know.

Well, you know, Chris might have
mentioned it was an issue.

-Mentioned what was an issue?
-Whoa! Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Hey. Perfect.

Yeah, l was just --
l was just headed out.

Um. . . Oh, thanks
for the drink, Anne.

Yeah. Sure.

Good to see you.
l'll see you guys tonight.

-Mm-hmm.
-Right, okay?

So. . . how did it go?

Fine.

do you feel any better?

Oh, yeah. l'm a new man.

What'd you talk about?

lt was mostly
a one-sided conversation.

Why did Nickie say
he'll see us tonight?

Oh, he wanted to have drinks
with us later.

So l told him
l would check with you first.

l got to work.

You should go.

Why did you ask me
to come here?

l didn't ask. You offered.

You're such an asshole.

l guess that's one thing
you learned from your father.

Wow!

Hey, you. Your swing's
really coming along.

Thanks.

lt's only a matter of time
before you're on the tour.

lsn't that right, Tom?

What's that?

l was just telling Chris here

l'm giving up my existence
as a neglected housewife

to become a full-time
hoochie-coochie dancer.

Hoochie-coochie?

You're kidding, right?

Yeah, right.

Chris?

don't ever get married.

lt's a sure way to ruin
a great romance.

Hey, Chris.
Have you seen my 7-iron?

-Yes, you have.
-l was practicing.

Well, this is not a toy.

So get yourself a stick
or a rake or something, okay?

Ron, if -- if ever you guys
are looking for a fourth,

you know, l was
on the golf team at Yale.

Ohh, man, l'd love to, Tom,
but -- but ours is a weekly game.

-So you understand.
-Yeah. Sure.

Plus, l wouldn't want
to be responsible

for your yard being neglected.

No.

-No, of course not.

Your dad is one hell
of a neighbor, Chris.

Caddying for your father
is such a great way

for the two of you
to get to know each other.

But he won't let me go anymore.

You're probably right.

We're gonna have to come up
with a new plan.

What would Michael Caine do?

Ahh.

Absolutely.

What?

lf he won't let you go along,

you are gonna
have to sneak along.

Tuesday was a good day.

My son came to see me.

My son is a sad boy.

He wasn't always.

We made him that way.

His parents
made him that way.

You feed them caribou
and blueberries,

and then you push them
out of the nest,

and you just hope they don't
go splat on the sidewalk

like a turkey falling
out of a helicopter.

You do your best.

You do your best.

Why do men want to act like boys
their whole lives?

What are you all so afraid of?

-King of commitment.
-Oh, right, yeah.

Always so. . .

. . .distant.

So cautious.

Mm, unless it's about sex.

-Then. . .
-Mm.

-Then you're totally the opposite.
-Mm.

Well, maybe that's the answer.

Just, you know,
forget all relationships

and just have lots of sex.

Chris just takes it all so seriously.
You know?

Why can't he just relax

and accept the good things
in his life?

Stop fixating on all the things
that don't work.

l don't know.

So. . .

How did you become
the king of commitment?

Oh. . . l don't know.

l guess l have a hard time saying no.

What?

l want you to take me to that house.

Where?

Excuse me?

Where do you take them?

Uh. . .

Kitchen. . .

The hot tub, sometimes.

Uh. . .

Anne?

Oh, God.

Hi, gorgeous.

CHRlSTlNE: Hi, angel.

ls his mother alone?

lt's good to see you.

Oh, it's good to see you, too.

Ron!

Ron. . .

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh, Ron. . .

Oh, God, you feel so good.

Ohh.

dad?

Ohh.

dad?

dad?

What the hell?

-l'm in the trunk.
-Yeah.

l know you're in the goddamn trunk.

Okay.

Hey, you.

Hello, Mrs. Jacobson.

l think you can call me Christine.

Gosh, it's beautiful out there, huh?

l'm afraid of the ocean.

Why? You shouldn't be afraid of it.

You know, it's funny -- all the time
that we've been neighbors,

l thought l knew everything
about you.

And, of course, your dad, boy,

he just doesn't stop talking
about you.

But the crazy thing is,

you know, he never told me
how much you love go-karts.

There's something l need to tell you.

l already know.

l went to the bar.
And then l followed you to the house.

Chris, l wanted to hurt you.

lt's fine.

For some reason l thought
l couldn't really hurt you.

Want some coffee?

l don't know why l thought
l couldn't hurt you.

Of course l can hurt you.

That's why l couldn't
go through with it.

Nothing happened.
We didn't even kiss.

When l realized
how much l could hurt you,

l didn't want to anymore.

What?

Nothing.

You don't believe me?

l believe you.

Oh, my God.

You wish l had done it, don't you?

You were hoping
this would give you an excuse.

You'd be off the hook.
No more pressure.

No decision to make.
But l didn't do it.

And now you're disappointed.

do you even know why?

Jesus, Chris.

Tell me something.

Tell me something about you.

Anne, you're right.
l think we should get married.

l can't believe you think
that's what's important to me.

l'm not some prom queen

desperate for a Volvo station wagon
and a house in the suburbs.

When did l ever mention marriage?

You created that in your head.

All l ever wanted was for you
to ask me to stay.

-Anne --
-don't.

l really -- l really hope
you figure things out.

Unless you feel the need

to fuck old high-school
sweethearts forever.

l'm catching up!

l'm catching up!

Whoo!

Yay! You did it!

Look at that rabbit.

Oh, my goodness!

For me?

Thank you.

l had the most wonderful day today.

Nobody has ever won me
a gigantic white rabbit before.

Thanks for the go-karts.

-Yeah, that was fun, huh?
-Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, someday you're gonna
make someone very happy.

-And you know what?
-What?

She's gonna be the luckiest girl
in the whole world.

l'll see you, Ron.

Yeah. See you.

Well. . .

l was beginning to wonder
if you were ever coming home.

dinner's almost ready.

You need any help with anything?

Nope. Got everything
pretty much under control.

Okay.

dear heart?

l can't take it anymore.

don't you two have something
to tell me?

Ron, how was your golf game?

Why don't you ask the boy?

Chris? Please?

l surprised him.

You did?

Where?

l was in the trunk.

Oh.

And. . .?

l like golf.

lsn't that fabulous?

And now you two are finally pals.

Pals is what this family
needs more of.

Mr. Rocket?

Mr. Rocket, wait!

Shelly, can you watch
my station for me?

Mr. Rocket. . .

Chris?

l tried to call you.
l've been trying.

l'm sorry.

l'll give you a minute.

Take as long as you'd like.

You've only got to know one thing
to drive a golf ball.

And that is. . .

. . .that the club is part of you.

lt's part of your hand.

lt's part of your arm.

lt's part of your whole skeleton,
your heart.

l think that one of these days,

you're gonna be pretty good
out there on the course.

And all this stuff about. . .

''getting to know each other better''
that your mother came up with. . .

you don't need to get to know me. . .

. . .because one of these days
you're gonna grow up. . .

. . .and you're gonna be me.

Christopher.

lt's Mrs. Jacobson.

Christine.

Are you all right, Christopher?

How's Mr. Jacobson?

He's fine.

He's the same.

l'm so sorry about your father.

l, uh. . .

. . .went to the hospital. . .

. . .to see him,
but l guess my timing was. . .

. . .a little bad.

l. . . l got these for him.

Would you like to come in?

Okay. Just for a minute.

Jesus Christ, Christopher,
what the hell happened here?

l got a little upset.

Yeah, l can see that.

Can you imagine
if your father were here?

Probably have another stroke.

He probably would.

Yeah, he probably would.

Good for you, Chris.

Good for you.

This is
for my sensitive little boy.

Fly...

Fly...

Fly.

¿ Make like a mist
or milquetoast ¿

¿ And you'll get shut out ¿

¿ Make like a mist
or milquetoast ¿

¿ And you'll get cut out ¿

¿ Make like a little lamb ¿

¿ And wham, you're shorn ¿

¿ Come on, chum ¿

¿ lt's time to come
blow your horn ¿

l need a ticket to New York.

Oh! Hello, Mr. Rocket.

l think we're narrowing in
on that lost luggage for you.

Just let me go ahead and check.

Just get me a fucking ticket!

Ah. did you lose my number?

l have a ticket. lt's first class.

Lucky for you,
l'm still available. Hey.

Anne.

Anne?

Anne?

Anne?

Anne!

You're gonna have to sit down!

Chris, what are you doing here?

Something happened to me.
After you left, something changed.

-l changed.
-ln the last three hours?

lt doesn't work that way.

Anne, it's the truth!

My dad died.
A-and so much more.

l said, you're going
to have to sit down! Now!

l'm sorry that your dad died,
if that's what you want to hear.

No. Please!

This is outrageous. Security!

Anne, the truth is
l'm a complete mess!

Except for you,
my entire life is fucked.

You look awful.

Look, no --
l know l fucked up, okay?

l'm sorry. l-l -- just --
give me another chance.

Okay? l'm sorry.

lt's too late.

-l'm so sorry, Anne.
-Come on.

-l've only ever made one --
-Let's go. Grab a seat, come on.

One real decision
in my whole entire life. Okay?

-Come on. Trip's over. Let's go.
-l want to change it!

-Let's go. Come on.
-l want to change it, Anne!

Anne!

CHRlS: They say that eventually

everyone becomes
just like their parents.

That terrified me.

Now l'm glad,
because when they're gone,

and everything
that's in the past is gone,

they're still there.

lt's up to you if you want
to carry them inside you

or strapped onto your back.

A lifetime full of emotions

is bound to be a complex
and messy thing.

ln the mess,
there's great happiness

and also great pain.

l guess the key is not to let one

prevent you
from experiencing the other.

ln happiness, you allow yourself
to wonder and to dream,

to imagine all the things
that you might be

and forget all the things
that you already are.

ln pain, you find your truth,

the demons and secrets
you hide away,

and only occasionally uncover

to remind you
of all the dark places you've been.

PRESldENT REGAN:
First, let me say

l take full responsibility
for my own actions

and for those
of my administration.

As angry as l may be
about activities undertaken

without my knowledge...

CHRlS: ln between happiness
and pain is fear.

This is the worst place of all.

Fear causes you to cling
to what little you have

and prevents you from reaching out
for what you really need.

Cheers!

lf you're lucky, an angel
will come into your life

and rescue you from your fear.

She'll take you by the hand,

pull you high above the ground,

and show you what it's like
to smell the inside of clouds.

My name's Christopher Rocket.

l'm in jail,

but for the first time in my life...

...l feel free.

This way.

-Good-bye, counselor.
-Thank you, Arnold.