All language subtitles for The.Door.In.The.Floor.2004.720p.BluRay.x264-SiNNERS

Dead means they're broken?

Well, their bodies
are broken, yes.

- And they're under the ground?
- Their bodies are, yes.

Tell me what dead is.

When you...

When you look at the photographs
of Thomas and Timothy,

do you remember the stories
of what they're doing?

- Yes.
- Well,

Tom and Timmy are alive
in your imagination.

It makes me sad
to think about them.

Makes me sad too, Ruthie.

But Mommy's sadder.

Well, yes.

Does your son have a driver's license?

Jesus.

You don't have to yell, Minty.

Yeah?
Well, let me consider it, will ya?

Yeah.

All right.
I'll call you back. Bye.

It still gets cold
in the evening?

Thanks.

Jesus. Look at this yard.

We should clear out some of these
straggly looking flower beds.

I want to put in a swimming pool.

Why?

Oh, for Ruth when she gets older.

Something like the one we had
in Providence. They loved it.

And the lawn... It ought to be
more like an athletic field.

No.

- Look at this picture.
- Who is he?

That's Minty O'Hare's son...
the boys' English teacher from Exeter.

He wants a summer job.

He wants to be a writer.

What would he do for you?

It's mainly for the experience,
I suppose.

I mean, if he's thinking about
becoming a writer, he should see

What would he actually do for you?

Well...

I've been thinking.

I want to try separating...
for the summer.

Just temporarily.

So you began your career writing novels?

Yes, but they were terrible novels.
Unfortunately I had to write

before I realized
I am not a writer of adult fiction.

I am simply an entertainer of children,
and I like to draw.

Edward, don't be nervous
because he's famous.

He's an Exonion.

His sons were charming boys...

but... mediocre students.

Why do cautionary tales for children
come so naturally to you?

Well, I think I can imagine
their fears and express them.

- In my stories,
- Anyway,

you can see what's coming, but you
don't see everything that's coming.

Note his work habits.

See if there's a method
to his madness.

And... above all...

throw yourself in headlong
and just do whatever it is

In my opinion, there is no better opening
to any story than the opening of

- I mean, the first lines...
- "Tom woke up, but Tim did not."

Daddy, I had a dream.

I heard a sound.

What sort of sound, Ruth?

It's in the house,
but it's trying to be quiet.

Well, let's go look for it, then.

It's a sound that's trying to be quiet?
What did it sound like?

It was a sound like someone
trying not to make a sound.

Your penis looks funny.

My penis is funny.

- Come out, sound.
- Come out, sound.

I'll tell you a story
about a different sound.

One night when Thomas
was just your age,

and Timothy was still in diapers,

- Tommy heard a sound.
- Did they both wake up?

Oh, Tom woke up,

but Tim did not.

And Tom woke up his father...

and asked him,
"Did you hear that sound?"

"There's the sound again,"
Tom whispered to his Father.

"It's a monster!" he cried.

"It's just a mouse...

crawling between the walls,"

his father said,

and thumped the wall hard
with his hand.

And the mouse...

scurried away.

"It's just a mouse,

"that's all," Tom said.

And he quickly fell asleep.

But Tim,

he stayed awake all night long.

And every time that thing
crawling between the walls

he'd hit the wall,

and he'd listen to the monster...

scurry away,

dragging his thick, wet fur,

and no arms and no legs with it.

- And that...
- Is the end of the story.

Where's Mommy?

Mommy... It's her turn
at the other house, remember?

It's my turn tomorrow night.
But she'll be here in the morning, okay?

- Okay.
- Are there any mice in this house?

Everyone has mice.

Mice are everywhere.

See you in the morning, Ruthie.

Eddie? Eddie?

- Mrs. Cole?
- Marion.

Come.

- You can drive, can't you?
- Oh, yeah. Yes I can.

I know boys your age.
They love to drive

Yes, ma'am. But I don't know

- It's an automatic.
- Okay.

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry about before. I was...

I was expecting Mr. Cole.

Ted lost his license
three months ago.

You're not at Exeter anymore.
You can call us by our first names.

Okay.

Aren't you coming in?

Not tonight.

Did it hurt?

No, I'm all right. I'm all right.
Don't worry about me.

It is an honor to meet you, sir.

I want to thank you in advance
for this experience.

Ed, this is Doctor Loomis.
Eddie's my new assistant.

- Hi.
- Yeah. Exeter, '05.

I was class of '61. Good stuff.

- So, Tuesday, yeah? See you then.
- Right.

Nice to meet you, Eddie. Ciao.

I've read all your novels
and all your children's books...

- Yeah, 3:30.
- Got it.

I've... I read all your novels
and all your children's books,

and my favorite is
The Door in the Floor.

Well, you're probably
one of the few people on earth

So what makes you think
you want to be a writer, Eddie?

Oh, I wrote something,
and I brought it with me.

I'd be extremely honored
if you might read it,

Well, writing is rigorous work.
I keep myself incredibly busy.

- Yeah.
- Many of my books contain

every word must be examined
and re-examined thoroughly.

You're going to be spending the whole
summer looking for le mot juste,

- The right word. The true word.
- Okay. Well,

I'm prepared to throw myself in headlong
and do whatever you need me to do.

Yeah, because I'm sure there'll be
many different tasks that will come up.

- Oh, all right.
- For example, I need squid.

I'm using squid ink for my new book,

and for all my drawings now.

There's a...

a woman in Montauk,
she's a fishmonger.

- She collects the squid ink for me.
- Should I go today?

You can go tomorrow.
You see her husband over there,

Also, I have to tell you...
because it's a little complicated...

you've arrived here during
what is a sad time in a long,

Marion and I, we're separating...

temporarily, on a trial basis.

And I've...
I've rented a small apartment in town,

and every other night one of us
will be spending the night there.

During the day, you'll work there
at the apartment while I'm working here,

but you'll sleep here.

I know it seems
unnecessarily complicated, but...

it's hard to know what's...
what's best for my daughter.

Anyway, your bedroom
is in the main house, upstairs,

You want to take
your stuff up there, relax?

Unpack.

Okay, well,

make yourself comfortable, Eddie.

Thank you, sir.

And... I'm sorry about your marriage.

Me too, Eddie.

Anyway,

I'm sure you're gonna do great here.

It's gonna be a good summer for ya.
I'm glad to have ya.

Did you see the shrine?

It's kinda creepy?

It's sad.

- You go to Exeter, right?
- Yeah, I'm an upper.

- An “upper”?
- Yeah, like, an upperclassman...

- like, kind of like a junior.
- Your father's a teacher there, right?

- So you get to go for free?
- Yeah.

He was their teacher, right?
So that's why you're here?

I guess.

- Did you know them before they died?
- No, but I heard a lot about them.

When I was in eighth grade
I used to date a senior from Exeter.

- Really?
- Yeah. He was older than you,

His name was, like,
Chickie or Chuckie or something.

It was probably a nickname.

You know, it... it's quite common
to have a nickname there.

It is.

Oh, great, you got it.

- Just in time.
- Yes, sir.

Here, wait. Just a second.

Here. I want you to...

put it in here
and then freeze it.

What should I do next?

I'm sketching a model. Why don't you
go to the beach, take a swim?

I... I could straighten up
the workroom or something else.

No, no. Go ahead.

Anything really.
I just want to help.

Contemplating the waves...

will be a hell of a lot more useful
to you as a young writer

- Okay.
- There'll be...

plenty more rigorous work to do...

at some point in the near future.

Don't spill that stuff.

Take your dress off, please.

And your bra.

Morning, Eddie.

Morning, ma'am.

Bright, yeah! Colors!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Did you just see that movie?
- Yes.

Me too.

- Is that your dinner?
- Sort of, yeah.

I... got kind of tired of burgers.
I've had one every night since I got here.

- Ted doesn't get you anything?
- Not really.

I mean, he would. It's just,
I don't think Ruth likes to eat with me.

I don't think your parents
would like it if they thought

They wouldn't mind,
really, I don't think.

Eddie, would you like
to go to dinner one night?

I'll make sure you get
something... decent.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Thanks. Good night.

- See you.
- Bye.

Eddie?

Just one second!

Ruth wanted to be sure that one
of the photographs was still here.

She gets anxious if she can't see them
or if they get moved.

- Which one was it, sweetie?
- There it is.

He's just a little broken,
but he won't die, right?

- Not yet.
- No. Ruthie had a dream.

- Where's feet?
- What are you talking about?

Where are the feet?

Sorry, Eddie.

We've gotten in the habit
of showing Ruth these pictures,

That's okay.
You can see them anytime.

See?
See you in the morning, Eddie.

What did he do?

That's Mrs. Vaughn.

Came over to discuss some sketches.
Had some questions about them.

Guess she's an early riser.

Do you want me
to drive you home now, or...

I'm gonna... I'm gonna walk.
I left the revisions on my desk.

After I finish,
what should I do next?

Eddie, I should have knocked.

It's my fault.
I-I'm not angry. I...

I'm just... I'm just embarrassed.

Eddie?

Come here, please.

It's funny. Let's just call it funny
and leave it at that.

Eddie?

Look at me.

Sit.

I know boys your age.

I know it's what boys your age do,
isn't it?

Look, Eddie, I am flattered.

It felt good to know that someone
was at least thinking about me.

Oh, not to assume that you
were thinking about me...

Maybe about my clothes.
And I know you probably have

- I didn't...
- I think about what you were wearing

It was a pink sweater,
buttons up the front.

Oh!

That sweater, it's so old.

Because of how it must feel
against your skin.

Oh.

Would you do me a favor?

Take this down with you.

- Please?
- All right.

Thank you.

I'll probably be about an hour.
Here. Why don't you go over the revisions?

- Hey, do you want your supplies?
- Oh, yeah.

Hi.

You look nice.

The tie or the jacket.
You really don't need both.

Okay.

How's the work going for you?

I just retype A Sound Like Someone
Trying Not to Make a Sound

Sometimes he changes
a comma from a semicolon,

and then the next morning
he changes it back.

- He needs a computer.
- Ted needs a driver.

That's why he hired you,
because he needs a driver.

I don't get to drive
much at home, so...

Eddie, you're so serious.

Boys your age
shouldn't be so serious.

I know a joke,

Tell me.

There's this battleship out in the ocean,
and the captain of it, Captain Stern,

this captain learns that the mother
of one of his sailors just died.

And the sailor's name
is Midshipman Abernathy.

So the captain thinks and thinks,
and he tries to come up with the best way

And finally after staying up all night,
he comes up with a nice way

So the next morning he calls
the crew up on deck and says,

"Gentlemen, all of you whose mothers
are still living, step forward.

Not so fast, Abernathy."

- I-I like that joke, Eddie. I...
- No, it's a... it's a dumb joke.

I do. I do.

Why don't you ask Alice
out on a date?

She's not my type.

Well, she's a good nanny anyway.

I think it was wrong of us
to have had Ruth.

When we first moved here,
the idea was,

a new place,

a new child,

a new life, I suppose.

Ted's a good father.

But he doesn't really know how
to do all the stuff you have to do.

And I can't.

I can't with her.

I picked that one
because they're in silhouette,

and you can almost imagine
what they would look like now.

Timothy looks guilty.

Thomas looks like a wild animal.

This one's funny.

Tommy looks so...

scared.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you.
- Oh, no. No, not at all.

You can tell in this picture...

Timothy is more introspective,

like you.

And you know where this is?

What does it say?

"Come hither, boys, and become men."

Not pink with lilac.

Oh.

I wasn't thinking about the colors.

I don't know if they had sex.

Thomas, maybe. He was so popular.

But, Timothy, he was so shy.

That's all boys want, isn't it?

Yes.

Before I die.

Have you had sex, Eddie?

No.

Well, it's too hot in here,

so I hope you'll forgive me
if I don't wear the sweater.

You still really haven't had sex,
have you, Eddie?

Not really.

No, not really.

But I feel...

I feel complete.

Come here.

"There was a little boy"

"His mommy didn't know if
she wanted him to be born either."

"They lived in a cabin in the woods
on an island in a lake,"

“and there was no one else around.

"And in the cabin
there was a door in the floor."

"The little boy was afraid of what
was under the door in the floor,"

“and the mommy was afraid too.

"Once, long ago, other children had come
to visit the cabin for Christmas,"

"but the children had opened
the door in the floor..."

“and had disappeared down the hole.

"The mommy had tried
to look for the children,"

"but when she opened
the door in the floor she heard"

"that her hair turned
completely white..."

"like the hair of a ghost."

"And the mommy had
also seen some things,"

"things so horrible
you can't imagine them."

"And so the mommy wondered..."

"if she wanted to have a little boy,"

“especially because of everything
that might be under the door in the floor.

"And then she thought, 'Why not?"

"I'll just tell him not to open
the door in the floor.'"

"Yet the little boy..."

“still didn't know
if he wanted to be born...

"into a world where there was
a door in the floor."

"But there were some beautiful things
in the woods,"

“on the island and in the lake.

"'Why not take a chance?' he thought."

"And so the little boy was born
and he was happy,"

“and his mommy was happy again too.

"Although she told the boy..."

“at least once every day,

“'Don't ever, not ever,

“'never, never, never...

“open the door in the floor.'

"But, of course, he was only a little boy.

"If you were that little boy,

wouldn't you want to open
that door in the floor?"

The publisher thinks
the drawings are too rudimentary

But, I'm just
an entertainer of children,

and I like to draw.

Nudes...
Nudes are a requisite fundamental exercise

- like... like landscapes.
- So you do landscapes too?

No. Long Island's too flat.

You don't prefer to use
professional models?

If nakedness...
I mean, the feeling of nakedness...

well, there's no nakedness that compares
to what it feels like to be naked

Right, Eddie?

Yes. Yeah. No.

Woman Singing, Indistinct)

- I'm grateful to you, Eddie.
- My pleasure. It was very interesting.

No, I mean...

I'm grateful to you for being
such a good friend to Marion.

She's been so unhappy.

It's good to see her smiling again.

Hello, Cole residence.

No, he's not here yet.
Should I go look for him?

Unsteady?

Excuse me, Mr. Cole.

Patrick called
from Bobby Van's restaurant.

- He said you might want a ride home.
- I have a ride.

Go on home, Eddie.

Sorry, Mr. Cole. Good night.

- Ready, Eddie?
- Yup.

I converted this barn
into a squash court

Not quite regulation
in its dimensions.

Plus there's a dead spot
in the floor by the back walls.

So, basically, I'm considered
even by the best players on the island...

to be unbeatable on my own court.

- You play much?
- This is my third time.

Well, don't expect
mercy from me.

I'm gonna grind you
into a fine powder.

Where those red lines intersect,
that's called the "T."

Whoever controls the "T"
controls the game.

You need to win control of the "T"
if you hope to win the game.

7-love.

- Jesus!
- You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, it was a good shot though.
Still made it to the wall.

Isn't that a let?
Aren't you supposed to just

Well, technically you're right,
but I'll take the point.

Can't just take the "T."
You gotta earn it.

90, 9-1, 9-0.

You look like a boy
who'll sleep well tonight.

Maybe you need to catch up
on your sleep anyway, hmm?

Stop screaming, honey.
It's okay. It's just Eddie and me.

G-Go back to bed, okay?

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Did you get the stamps?
- Two rolls.

They still have the ones
with the nocturnal animals?

Anyway, I...

I presume it was Marion's mistake,

but surely it was a mistake
for the two of you

I'm not threatening you,
Eddie, but I must tell you...

that you may be
called upon to testify.

In the event of a custody dispute,
regarding which one of us

I would never have let a child
see me with another woman,

has really made no effort
whatsoever to protect Ruth...

from seeing what she saw.

And if you are asked to testify
to what happened,

I trust that you won't lie...
not in a court of law.

From the sound of it,
it was a rear-entry position...

not that I have a personal problem
with that or any other position.

But for a child,

I imagine doing it doggishly...

must seem especially animalistic.

I'll only be about 25 minutes today.

Just a quick sketch.

I've never been unfaithful to Ted.

Why didn't you leave him?

Ted understands me.

Ted's the only one that really
knows what happened to me.

You don't need some time?

What are you doing?

Okay. Ready?

He starts with conventional portraits...

a mother, a child.

Then the mother,
then the mother nude.

Then the nudes go through phases,

like innocence, modesty,

degradation...

and shame.

Mrs. Vaughn?

Mrs. Vaughn is experiencing the...

degrading phase right now.

Move your head to the light.

To the...
Evelyn, more to the light.

Evelyn.

I want to know more about you.

You know too much already.

Tell me about the accident.

I mean, do you know
how it happened, or...

or was it anybody's fault?

Marion?

- M-Marion?
- Mommy.

Mommy.

It was early in the morning,

Thomas and Timothy crawled
under the covers. And Daddy

But what did you did
to the feet?

Well, maybe it never happened.

- You know, maybe it was just a dream.
- No.

- I guess it's just a mystery.
- No, it was paper.

- Don't you want to go back to bed?
- Yes.

Bring the picture.
It's my picture. It's not yours.

That's true.

Mommy! Mommy!

She cut her finger, badly.

- It's okay.
- Am I going to die?

No. You're not going to die.

You're not going to die.

You don't understand. I put the picture
in her room. It's my fault.

That's not the point. The point is,
you shouldn't have gone into her room

- That's her mother's job.
- I told you, Marion was asleep.

"I doubt it. I doubt “asleep" would
accurately describe Marion's condition.

I did it to her. I asked her
about the accident.

It doesn't matter.

She was a great mother to the boys,
but she's for shits now.

- It's my fault.
- No. It's Marion's fault.

- Ruthie, please.
- Mommy!

- Come on now. Go to sleep now. Please.
- Mommy!

- I'm here, sweetie. Come on.
- Mommy!

- Mommy!
- Come on. Now, please, Ruth.

- Mommy!
- Come on now, honey.

- Mommy! Mommy!
- Come on.

She had a bad dream.
She heard bangs. Heard a banging noise.

- What kind of banging noise?
- I... I don't know.

What difference does it make?

Come on, honey.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. Come on.

Take me back.

Like you should Right now, lick it good

Lick this just like you should

My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack

My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack

Leave it! Goddamn it.

That nigga, get on your knees
A bitch like me moans and screams

Thug misses know what I mean
At the club, so fresh, so clean

Hos hatin' niggas watchin' me

Why now?

I've stayed too long already.

You want me to do what?

I want you to give her these,
but not the portfolio.

Just the drawings...
I want the portfolio back.

Isn't she expecting you?

Tell her I'm not coming,

but I wanted her to have the drawings.

It... It might be, awkward...

to ask for the portfolio back.

It won't be a problem.

I-I don't really understand.
He... He wants to give them to me.

He said he wanted you
to have them.

But when is he coming?
He's coming Friday, isn't he?

I have the whole day for him on Friday.
He knows I have the day.

Will you stop?
Is he coming on Friday?

- I-I don't know.
- Yes, you do know.

Did you look at those drawings?

My God, I'm locked out.

- You're gonna have to break in.
- Me?

You're gonna have to carry me
over the glass. I have bare feet.

How dare you? How dare you detest me?

"- You're not exactly living
an “un-sordid" life yourself, are you?

Oh, go!

Why did she think you looked
at the drawings? Did you?

- Oh, Christ. Of course you did.
- No. I didn't.

- Jesus. She did what?
- She didn't mean to, but she exposed...

- Jesus Christ!
- She locked herself out because of you.

She said you liked all the doors
to be locked, and you didn't like

- She told you that?
- Yes.

She said she had the whole day
for you Friday.

I can't spend the whole day
with her Friday.

You're gonna have to come
and pick me up in 45 minutes.

On Friday morning,

I know... for half an hour.

No. You're never going back,

and it'll take him all day
to make his way back home by himself.

Mrs. Vaughn won't offer him a ride.

I don't expect him back before dark.

Ted's gonna be really pissed off.

I read your... your story.

- Oh. I thought you forgot.
- No. I just didn't have a chance

- It's not very good, is it?
- Oh, it's... it's very heartfelt,

very... very personal.

It's...

Well, it's just a collection
of personal anecdotes

- It's...
- I was just tryin' to see if I could

Oh, it seems true. It
just isn't very interesting.

Sort of a...
an emotional outburst, but...

it isn't really a story.

And that... the guy, Hank...
you know, the one who dies at the end?

You need to prepare a reader
for something like that.

It just... It didn't seem like
the way things happened.

You need to let your audience
guess what's gonna happen...

you know, anticipate
what's gonna happen...

But, you have to guide them through it.
You know what I mean?

There's a part of writing that...

involves a certain manipulation.

That may seem cold to you,
but it is, you know, sort of cold.

Everything in fiction is a tool:
Pain, betrayal,

even death.

These are, you know...

These are like different colors
on a painter's palette.

Also, the details...
they could be more specific, you know?

Specific details... they create
whole scenes in a reader's mind.

Not being specific, that's just sloppy.
It's sloppy thinking.

- S-Specific details?
- Yeah...

smells, taste... details.

But I'll tell ya, for a...

for a first effort, it's not that bad.

- You know, the...
- Thanks.

The prose is a little purple,
a little pretentious.

You're welcome.

You ever think about
getting a computer?

Be easier to do
your own revisions that way,

- Maybe the next book.
- Yeah.

Oh, boy.

I'm not gonna last
a half hour with this woman.

Twenty minutes tops, maybe 10.

Five.

If he hits you, hit him back.
He won't make a fist.

At worst, he'll slap you.

You should make a fist,
and punch him in the nose.

If you punch him in the nose,
he'll stop.

You can call Alice
to help you with Ruth.

You better start to like her a little.

When Ted kicks you out,
you're going to need a ride

And who's gonna
explain this to Ruth?

I won't be a bad mother to her.

I'd rather be no mother
than to be a bad mother to her.

That doesn't make any sense.

I don't want her to be like me.

Remember, honey, don't cry
when the doctor takes the stitches out.

I promise you, it won't hurt.

Can I keep the stitches
to show you?

You can take her anywhere for lunch.
All she ever eats is grilled cheese

- And ketchup.
- And ketchup.

I have money.

I love you.

So long, Eddie.

- Evelyn. Evelyn, wait! Wait now!
- Come here, you son of a bitch!

Come here, goddamn it!
I'll kill you, you fucking fraud!

Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn.

Evelyn!

Why the hell did he...

Run!

All right. And one more.

- Did we get the picture?
- What picture?

- Feet.
- Oh, the photograph.

That's not very nice.
My stitches are ready.

Yeah. You know what? You're right.
Let's go to the frame shop and tell 'em

Ted Cole?

Yes. It is. It is Ted Cole.
Good morning, Mendelssohn.

- It is Ted Cole. It is.
- Forgive me for bleeding.

Don't be silly. It's nothing
you need be forgiven for.

- Could you...
- Get Mr. Cole a chair.

Can't you see he's bleeding?

- Look, I...
- You look. If there's no manager here,

There must be someone else here besides
you, and I'm not leaving without that

- Did you get mad at her?
- Yes, I did.

To put it simply,
I need a ride home.

I'll take you myself.

Of course, I'm going to have

She's probably out shopping,
but not for too long.

You see, my car,
it's in the shop.

I use a bicycle,
else I'd take you home.

Mm. Too bad.

You warned him, you disgusting cretin.

If you have killed him, Mrs. Vaughn,
you would have gone to jail.

You want this?
It's your last pay check. You're fired.

I understand that you're angry.
I'm very sorry about that.

When my customers are angry,
I ask them to voice their complaints

I work for Ted Cole.
I'm a writer's assistant.

"60 times." Really?

Yes.

The Vaughns of Gin Lane?

We framed a painting
by Sibley for them called

Please go on.

Your signature is very, very beautiful.

I need a pen with a broader nib.
Also, some red ink, hmm?

Red like blood,
not like a fire engine.

Yes. Of course.

This is Ruth. She's four.

- What do you want from me?
- Just the photograph.

It's of Ruth's mother.
She's in a bed in a hotel room in Paris.

It's not a good picture of the boys.
It's only their feet.

- Yes, I know. Ruth likes the feet.
- Are the feet ready?

Yes, dear.

I'll go check.
Should be almost ready.

Can I have my writing back, please?

It's really not out of my way.
I'd be honored to take you. Really.

No. That's all right.
Someone else will come along soon.

It's no trouble.
Really, I don't mind.

- No. Really. There you are.
- If you need a few minutes,

- I-I'd be thrilled to take you. Really.
- No.

- There's no charge for the photograph.
- Thank you.

Yes. I'm sorry.

- Is the blood all gone?
- Yes, dear. See?

As good as new.

- Okay. Thanks.
- Young man,

perhaps next summer.

I can always use an extra hand
in the summer.

She wrote her freshman English
term paper on you.

What was the title of your term paper?

"An Analysis of
the Atavistic Symbols of Fear"

As you know, myths
and fairy tales of tribal peoples

like magic doors
and children disappearing...

and people being so frightened
their hair turns white overnight.

And the vagina?
When the little boy's in the womb,

- How long was this paper?
- Twenty-eight pages...

not counting the footnotes
and bibliography.

But...

I don't suppose you girls have a car?
Believe it or not, I need a ride.

- Oh. Is this sandwich for me?
- Yes.

These slippers are just wonderful.

They were a Christmas gift
from me to my late husband.

- May I?
- Please.

- I'll get the clothes right back to you.
- I was just gonna give them

Look at that.

Phil was almost exactly your size.

Oh.

You know,
this is rather serendipitous.

I've been looking
for two suitable subjects

Something I'm thinking about for my book.

At first I would want to draw
you and your daughter together.

That way, when I draw
each one of you separately,

the presence of the other one is...
is somehow there.

How long would it take, and...

which one of us would you

I should do Glorie first.

First...
Well, first, the two of you together,

then Glorie alone,
and then when Glorie's

Mr. Cole,
you really are an enigma.

So which are you,
and artist or a writer?

Oh, Glorie, I'm...

I'm neither, really. I'm...
I'm just an entertainer of children,

and I like to draw.

What sort of drawings
did you have in mind?

Don't... No, no, no! Don't stop.

- My goodness.
- Wiper! Wiper.

Yeah. Why don't you
just come in and wait on the porch.

I'll be right there.

Would you like
some refreshments,

For the whole rest of your life,
whenever you need to feel brave,

Your hand will grow bigger,
and your finger will grow bigger,

And it will always show up
in your fingerprint.

I'll show you.

- Those are my fingerprints.
- That's really neat, Ruthie.

So you were at the doctor's office
getting the stitches taken out?

And we went to the beach.
And we had lunch.

And Eddie showed me
my fingerprint.

- I see the photograph was ready finally.
- We got the feet back!

Look at all this sand in your hair, Ruth.
You're gonna need a bath.

Well, I was waiting quite a while
for you this morning. Where were ya?

- Where's Marion going?
- I'll give her the bath.

- Answer me.
- Read that first.

- What's this?
- It's the only good writing

"60 times”?"

Okay. Let's run.

Did you saw that?

- Where are all the other pictures?
- I don't know.

Look. You've got sand in your toes
and in your hair and in your ears.

Well, I guess it's a good time
for a bath then.

But Mommy didn't move those things.
What are those things?

They're picture hooks.

Mommy moved all the pictures
but not the picture hooks.

- I'll take a quick shower.
- Yeah. Make it quick.

Why would Mommy do that?

I don't know, sweetie.

Hi. This is Ted.
I can't play today, Dave.

Yeah, my wife's left me.

No, no. I'm okay.

Yeah. All right. Yeah.

I'll see you then. Bye.

Where the fuck is my wife?

- I don't know.
- Don't lie to me.

Jesus!

Christ!

I hit you with an open hand...
with the flat of my hand!

You clench your fist,
you punch me in the nose?

- Jesus Christ!
- I'm sorry. Marion said

"Marion said”? If she thinks"

to get custody of Ruth,
she's got another think coming.

She doesn't expect to get custody of Ruth.
She has no intention of trying.

- She told you that?
- She told me everything I'm telling you.

What kind of mother doesn't even try

I don't know.
She didn't tell me that.

God.

Okay. Okay.

Christ.

Why... Why did she have to take all
of the photographs? There're negatives.

She could have taken the negatives
and had prints of her own made.

- The hell she did.
- Go look for yourself.

She can't have the photographs

They were my sons too.
I should have half the photographs,

- Ruth should have some of the photos.
- Marion said you'd say that.

Oh. Well, obviously,
she went to New York.

- I doubt it.
- What do you know, Eddie?

That's the only place she could go.
I even know where in the city she is.

You don't have an imagination, Eddie.

- Christ.
- Aren't you planning on getting

That Marion's question,
or is that your question?

- It's mine.
- Eddie, just stick to what Marion

She didn't tell me to get the photo.
That was my idea.

- I was thinking of Ruth.
- Yeah. I know you were.

Thank you. You want a drink?

No.

- What day is tomorrow, Saturday?
- Yeah.

I want you out of here by tomorrow.
Sunday at the latest.

Alice can take you.

What about this one? Tell it!

I'm sorry, Ruth. I don't know.
Okay? I just...

Look here, Thomas in the tall hat.
Timothy is trying to reach Thomas's hat.

Timothy can't reach Thomas's hat,
'cause Thomas is standing on a ball.

- Was the fight in the picture?
- No. The fight was after

Okay. We're gonna go watch a movie.
Yes. We're gonna go.

We're gonna go pick a video.
Yes, we are.

- Ruthie, stop it!
- No! No!

- Stop it!
- No!

- What?
- What have you done to Alice, Eddie?

I didn't do anything.
She was crying when I first got here.

I've been asking her what's wrong,
and she won't even talk to me.

Where's Ruthie?

- She's asleep.
- She was crying.

I'm sorry, Alice,
for springing all of this on you.

- Fuck you, Ted.
- I appreciate you pickin' up the slack.

I've spent years trying to get over
my own fucked-up family.

And I've done
the best I could with Ruth.

No.

No. I just can't anymore.
I'm gonna quit. I quit.

And you should have
the decency to quit too.

It's too late for me to quit, Alice.
I just got fired.

I never knew you were such
a superior person, Alice.

Alice has been superior to me
all summer. Haven't you, Alice?

I am morally superior to you, Eddie.
I know that much.

"Morally superior."
What a concept.

Don't you ever feel
morally superior, Eddie?

Yeah. You see? Everyone feels
morally superior to someone.

Fuck you guys.

There goes my ride
to the ferry.

You're a smart boy, Eddie. You'll think
of someone to give you a ride.

You want a drink?

No, thanks.

Oh, for Chrissake. Have a beer.

Jesus. Look at this yard.

Cannot believe she doesn't want
custody of her own daughter.

What kind of mother
leaves her daughter?

I don't know her well enough
to judge her.

Let me tell you something, Eddie.

I don't know her well enough
to judge her either.

Yeah, well, don't forget,
it's you she's really leaving.

Guess she knew you pretty well.

Well enough to judge me,
you mean? Certainly.

But then, she's leaving you too,
isn't she, Eddie?

You don't expect her to call you up
for a secret rendezvous, do you?

- No. I don't expect to hear from her.
- No, me neither.

I have drawings of her.

I drew her long ago,
before the accident.

She was so... so incredible.
So fucking beautiful. Amazing.

You should have known her then.

Oh, Marion.

She hated to pose for me.

These are the only drawings I kept.

I was never good enough
to draw Marion.

I didn't know how to.
I didn't have the ability, I guess.

You want one? You can have one.

No. Ruth should have them.

That's a good idea.

You're full of good ideas, Eddie.

Wrong cubes.

Marion?

Jesus, aren't you the optimist?

Forget the light, Eddie.

This story's better in the dark.

- What story?
- You told me you asked Marion

but Marion can't handle this story.

Turns her to stone just thinking about it.

Remember, you turned her to stone
just asking her about it.

I remember.

Go on.

Well, here's the deal.

Thomas had his driver's license,
but Timothy did not.

Tommy was 17 and...
been driving for a year.

Timmy was 15. He had only started
to take driving lessons.

It was Ted's opinion that Timmy,
who was only learning,

was already a more attentive student
than Thomas ever had been.

Timmy studied
the driving manual diligently.

He was a more patient driver than Thomas.

Not that Tommy was a bad driver.
Tommy was a good driver.

He was alert, confident.

He had excellent reflexes.

And he was cynical enough to assume...
as Ted had instructed him...

that every other driver is a bad driver.

Who taught to you drive, Eddie?

My dad.

Well, good for him.

Tell him for me,
he did an excellent job, would you?

Okay.

Keep... Keep going.

We were out west, actually,
and it was after a long day of skiing.

It was snowing...
a wet, thick snow.

At 17 and 15, respectively,

Thomas and Timothy
could ski the pants off their parents.

That day, in fact, Ted and Marion
had retired to the bar at the ski resort

where they were waiting
for a very long time...

for Thomas and Timothy
to finish their last run...

and the last run after that.

I get the picture.
You were drunk.

Well, that...

that was one aspect
of what would become trivial...

in the... area of the ongoing argument
between Marion and Ted.

I mean, Marion said that Ted was drunk,
although in his view, he wasn't.

Marion, while not drunk,
certainly had had more to drink

Besides, Tommy had not been drinking.
He had his license.

There was no disagreement
as to who among them should be the driver.

And, brothers being brothers,

Timmy sat beside him
in the passenger seat.

And as for the parents,

Ted and Marion... sat in the backseat.

Ted and Marion
began to quarrel...

about the best route
back to the hotel.

There was gonna have to be a left turn
no matter how Tommy did it.

So, Tommy moves into the centre lane.

It's, a turning lane.
It's not a passing lane.

He puts on his blinker,

not knowing that both lights
are covered with wet, sticky snow...

that his father failed to clear off
at the same time his father...

failed to clear off the rear window.

Any cars coming up from behind Tommy's
car can't see the directional signals...

or the brake lights or the tail lights.

The car is not visible,

or it's visible only
at the last second to any...

anyone approaching from behind.

And then, the interior of the car

It's the headlights from the car
coming up from behind.

The snow plough cut the car
almost perfectly in half.

Tommy was killed by the steering column.
Crushed his chest. Died instantly.

And Ted...

was trapped in the backseat
for all of 20 minutes.

He...

He couldn't see Tommy, but he knew
he was dead because Marion could see him.

She couldn't see Timmy.

Ted, however, could see
that Timmy was still breathing.

Ted could also see that the snow plough,
as it cut the car in half,

also cut Timmy's left leg off
at the thigh.

Timothy Cole bled to death
of a severed femoral artery.

Marion knew that Tommy was dead,

but only that Timmy
had been carried from the wreckage,

hopefully... to the hospital.

And then Marion,

she sees Timmy's shoe in the wreckage.

"Oh, look. Timmy's shoe.
He's gonna need his shoe."

And she walks over to it,
reaches down to pick it up.

Ted... Ted wanted to stop her.

Talk about turned to stone.

I couldn't move.
I couldn't even speak.

And that was when Ted
allowed his wife to discover...

that her younger son's shoe
was attached...

to a leg.

And that was when Marion realized
that Timmy was gone... too.

And that...

that is the end of the story.

I hired you, Eddie,
because you look like Thomas.

I gave her you.

See you in the morning, Eddie.

It's Eduardo.
What's Eduardo doing here?

I don't know. Maybe Mrs. Vaughn
hired him to kill you.

No, no. Not... Not Eduardo.

You don't see her
out there anywhere, do you?

Maybe she's lying
underneath the truck.

- I'm being serious, for Chrissake.
- So am I.

Why... Why don't you go out there
and, see what he wants?

Not me. I've been fired.

- Oh, for Chrissake.
- What?

Wha...

At least go with me then.
I can't go out there alone.

- Mrs. Vaughn fired me.
- Eduardo, Eduardo, Eduardo.

Let me make sure I understand you.

You think you saved my life,
and this cost you your job?

Yes, I did save your life,
and it did cost me my job.

I play squash regularly,
and I'm pretty fleet of foot,

but I do... I do appreciate
your brave warning.

How much money
are we talking about exactly?

I was hoping you might
have some work for me.

Let me... Let me show you
where I want to put a pool.

I want more lawn,
like an athletic field, you know?

- Just pretty big.
- You want some lines

No, no.
Just the size of an athletic field.

That's a lotta lawn.
A lotta mowin'

- And a lot of fertilizers.
- Yeah.

Well, whatever you say.
I'm putting you in charge.

What about your wife?

- What about her?
- Does she work,

Yeah, sure. Sure, she works.

She cooks,
she look after our children.

Maybe...
Maybe she'd like to clean my house.

Or maybe she'd like
to cook for me and...

look after my daughter, Ruth.

- Sure. I'll ask her.
- Yeah?

Good. Good. Excellent.

Gotta do something about
these straggly flower beds too.

- Oh.
- You can start today, Eduardo.

You can begin by taking
my former assistant to Orient Point, hmm?

Immediately. Before breakfast?

Well, you're a fairly good driver, Eddie.

About Marion,
there's another thing you should know.

Even before the accident...
I mean, even...

even if there had never been
an accident,

she still would be difficult.

I don't believe it.

About the shoe,
it was a basketball shoe...

an "Air Jordan," I think he called it.

Specific details, Eddie.

Specific details.