Igrew up slowly, beside the tides
and marshes...
...of a Carolina sea island.
We lived in a small, white house...
...won by my
great-great-grandfather...
...Winston Shadrach Wingo...
...in a horseshoe game.
Last one around the tree is a ninny!
Joop, Joop! Come here.
Boys, boys! Careful, now.
- I'll race you, Tom.
- Wait up, Luke.
There are families
who live their entire lives...
...without a single thing of interest
happening to them.
Don't run so fast, Tom!
I've always envied those families.
Luke, mind you,
don't torment that dog.
It's my dog!
Tom, you're gonna step on him.
He's only a pup!
Here, Joop. Come here!
Mom, did you see me run?
Savannah, you want a bean?
Boys, you want a bean?
Quit squealing, Savannah.
You're next, Tom.
The child of a beautiful woman,
I was also a shrimper's son...
...in love with the shape of boats.
Luke, he's pushing me.
I'm not pushing her!
As a small boy, I loved to navigate
my father's shrimp boat...
...between the sandbars.
I suppose Henry Wingo would have
made a pretty good father...
...if he hadn't been
such a violent man.
From my mother, I inherited
a love of language...
...and an appreciation of nature.
She could turn a walk
around the island...
...into a voyage of purest discovery.
As a child, I thought she was
the most extraordinary woman on earth.
I wasn't the first son to be wrong
about his mother.
I am sick and tired...
...of you never showing me
any respect in my own house.
I don't know when my parents began
their war against each other.
But I do know the only prisoners they
took were their children.
Wait, you guys.
My shoes are falling off!
Keep up, Savannah.
When my brother, sister and I needed
to escape, we developed a ritual.
We found a silent, soothing world
where there was no pain.
A world without mothers or fathers.
We would make a circle
bound by flesh...
...and blood...
...and water.
And only when we felt our lungs betray
us, would we rise toward the light...
...and the fear of what lay in wait
for us above the surface.
All this was a long time ago...
...before I chose not
to have a memory.
Daddy!
I think something bit me!
Mr. Brighton, are you selling dope to
my girls again?
Stop bugging us, Dad.
- Bye, Mr. Brighton.
- Come on in. It's getting late!
It's a conch.
Bring him home.
I'll send him to college!
How do you know it's a boy?
Well, let's examine him.
Girls, have I ever told you
the facts of life?
Oh, no. Not this again.
Stay away from boys because
they're disgusting beasts...
...that pee on bushes
and pick their noses.
Gross, Dad!
That's completely gross.
Anyway, I'm not gonna stay
away from boys.
That's the spirit. Never do
what parents tell you.
Hey, Mom, look what I found!
If you don't quit smoking, you'll die.
That's what they told me at school.
Well, no more school for you.
Mom, Dad's smoking again.
Oh, no. Well, you know what to do
with that. Put it in the sink.
Give me a kiss.
I wanna play.
You look tired, doctor.
I'll fix you a drink.
That would be so nice.
It's been one of those days.
Hey, honey, it's tough work
being a saint.
Sal, can you get it?
Something smells good.
Hey, Dad. Come and play with us.
Later.
Your mother's calling from her car.
I'm not here.
Okay, Lila. She's coming over.
Why didn't you tell her we were
under quarantine?
She said she had to see you.
Dad, they won't share.
Work it out, girls. Work it out.
She said it was urgent.
She was crying.
I can't remember a day
when Lila wasn't crying.
Be nice to her, Tom.
I hate my mother, Sally.
I enjoy hating her.
Don't kill one of the few
pleasures in my life.
Can we talk about
something else?
- Sure, what?
- Us.
I need a stiff drink
for that conversation.
Girls?
- Girls!
- What?
Anyone want to sit
on Daddy's lap?
- There's money involved.
- Okay!
I'm gonna ask you
a serious question...
...and I want you to answer honestly.
I know the question.
Who's the greatest human being
on this earth?
Mama? I've gotta develop
some new routines.
Come on, everybody. Pick up, now.
Come on, wash. It's bath time.
Gotta pass inspection.
Lila's coming over.
Lila, Lila, Lila. Why can't we
call her Grandma?
- You'll know when you're a grandma.
- I will?
Pick up and get into that tub.
How does bouillabaisse
sound to you?
Yuck! Can't we ever have normal food?
Do you think we could talk seriously?
Not now, Sally.
My mother's close.
Can't you tell?
The air stopped moving.
Sometimes I think all you need is
just a good smack across your mouth.
Here she is. Sally, tie
this garlic around my neck.
Do we have to invite her for dinner?
She won't stay. You know that.
Then let's invite her.
Lila.
Hello, Sally, dear.
Those shrubs need watering.
Yeah. I have to do that.
- You're looking well, Lila.
- Don't be glib, Tom.
- Will you be having dinner with us?
- No. I can't stay long.
What a shame.
Where are the children?
They're taking baths. Why?
I have some bad news.
They canceled
your American Express card?
Your sister tried to
kill herself again.
You wanna make another joke?
Oh, my God, Lila. When?
I'm not sure.
She was in a coma when they found her.
How is she now?
She's alive, thank God.
I spoke to her psychiatrist.
Some Jewish woman in New York.
She wants one of us to go up there
right away. I told her you'd go.
If she's a shrink and a Jew,
you can't go?
I didn't say that. I'm just not
entirely sure I'd be welcome.
Savannah will probably blame me.
My children blame me for everything.
Do I detect a note
of guilt, Mama?
Don't give me that
psychological horseshit.
Why don't you just say it? I'm
responsible for all your problems...
...including you not having a job.
Let's hit way below the belt!
Don't pretend you didn't start this.
I just can't go right now. It's your
stepfather's birthday this weekend.
I can't go either. I gotta
wash out Sally's pantyhose.
I'm going to the cleaners.
Why don't you get a job
as a standup comedian?
It pays better than teaching did.
Which was far beneath me. Right?
Beneath your abilities, yes.
What do you know about my
abilities, for chrissake?
Just stop it, now, the both of you!
I'm sorry you're hurting.
You wanted to talk?
It can wait.
Let's walk.
Tell me what you're thinking.
I'm trying to calculate the exact
moment everything got so fucked up.
I'm also worried the Braves
are gonna finish last.
I don't feel like laughing.
Oh, come on, Sally. Come on.
Do you know that this is the first
time you have touched me in weeks?
My life's a mess, Sally.
Our life's a mess, Tom.
Look, there's the Big Dipper.
I don't give a shit about
the Big Dipper!
Damn it, I care about us.
I care about why you keep
pushing me away.
I thought you said this could wait.
I've been waiting for two
years, Tom. Ever since Luke died.
I know how you feel about him.
I just don't know how you feel
about me anymore.
Don't take it personally. I don't
know how I feel about anything anymore.
God, you're pathetic.
Don't blame it on us.
Blame it on Con Ed!
Get this truck out of here.
Come on, I'm in a hurry!
I've got a doctor's appointment.
Hey, lady! What are you
honking at me for?
It was only my sister who could force
me to come to this God-awful city.
This city that roars down on you.
She loved it all.
The muggers, the winos...
...the bag ladies,
the wall-to-wall noise.
She loved it because it had nothing
to do with our childhood.
Luke and I hated it for
exactly the same reason.
You're-
Hello.
I'm Dr. Lowenstein.
You must be Tom.
Yes, ma'am.
Why don't you come in?
You can leave your things there.
Am I supposed to lie down on the couch,
or are we gonna make polite chitchat?
How about a cup of coffee?
Oh, we're gonna make
polite chitchat first.
Was that yes or no to the coffee?
It's a yes, ma'am.
Cream and sugar?
And you don't have to call me ma'am.
That's my good home-training,
and I'm a little nervous.
Cream, no sugar.
Why do you think you're nervous?
I get nervous every time my sister
tries to kill herself. It's a quirk.
A quirk?
I'm sorry. I was being cynical.
It's a family trait.
Oh, I don't think Savannah's cynical.
No? She's suicidal.
I wish she was cynical.
How is my sister?
She's out of physical danger, but-
When can I see her?
You have to wait until tomorrow.
Why can't I go now?
She's very agitated today.
We're trying to quiet her down.
I think it would be too upsetting.
Wouldn't upset me.
No, but it might upset her.
How's your coffee?
Is it hot enough?
It'll do.
In Savannah's poems...
...are you the shrimper or the coach?
The coach.
Luke's the shrimper, or was.
Savannah's last suicide attempt
was right after his death, correct?
Yeah, she had a few bad days over it.
Were there other times?
I don't know.
There might have been another time
when we were young, but I'm not sure.
How are you getting paid?
Why change the subject?
Because I don't like it much.
Is it okay if I smoke?
I'd prefer it if you didn't.
How well do you know
your sister's poetry?
I said I was a coach, Lowenstein,
not an orangutan.
I was also an English teacher.
I know her poetry. She's my twin.
I know it a hell of a lot better
than you do.
You don't like
psychiatrists, do you?
What good do you people do?
You ask a lot of questions.
I'm sick of this whole damn routine.
I'm sick of my sister's
attraction to razorblades.
And I'm sick of shrinks who can't
do a fucking thing to help her.
I don't know if I can
help her either.
But I do know I'm not
gonna give up trying.
Why not? Maybe she just wants
to die too damn much.
And that's okay?
You sound resigned to losing her.
Hell no, it's not okay with me.
Yeah, but I am resigned.
Then I don't think you can
help me with Savannah.
I'm sorry you had
to come all this way.
What do you want from me?
Information.
You see, I've only been Savannah's
doctor for a few months.
There's so much more
I need to know about her.
I need to hear about her childhood,
and she can't tell me...
...because she's blocked
portions of her life out.
Blotted out.
So I need you to be her memory,
in a sense...
...and fill in the missing details.
I've spent my life trying to
forget those missing details.
- I beg your pardon?
- I-
God, she's a pain in the ass.
What time tomorrow?
I'll meet you at the hospital at noon.
Do you have a headache?
A doozy. You wouldn't have any
morphine handy, would you?
Morphine?
That's a joke, Lowenstein.
Come on, get out of the way, kid.
You're gonna get hurt.
Screw you, man.
You gonna help me with the bags?
You out of your mind?
I ain't helping you with no bags.
Come on, move!
Get out of the way, huh?
Yo, taxi!
Shit! Shit!
Move your ass an inch...
...and you can kiss it goodbye.
Hi, Eddie. Go ahead and shoot,
I've had a rotten day.
Tom! You should have told me
you were coming.
The gun, Eddie, the gun.
I'm sorry. Savannah and I have
been robbed twice this year.
They're leaping from fire escapes.
One landed on my air conditioner.
I greased my windowsills.
That didn't help.
I love New York.
Tell me about it.
- How's Andrew?
- Gone.
Said he needed space, so he found
a younger man with a duplex.
It's his loss, Eddie.
Bless you.
Savannah was an angel.
I practically lived over here.
So you're alone now, huh?
Unless I can tempt you into
crossing the line while you're here.
I got enough troubles, Eddie.
Actually, you look terrible, Tom.
You're not even cute anymore.
If that's your idea of seduction,
no wonder you're alone.
Well, it isn't easy.
Did you know Savannah was seeing
a psychiatrist?
Of course. I recommended her.
She's a friend of mine.
It was a bitch washing it out.
You found her?
We've been giving her 50 mgs
three times a day.
I'd bring it down to 25.
Don't expect too much.
Dr. Lowenstein, I need to see you.
Hey, Savannah. Hey, darling.
It's me. Tom.
I have a cancellation,
so why don't you meet me...
...here at the hospital
in 45 minutes, okay?
I'm on the third floor.
What the hell is going on here?
Why is she strapped down?
Her team felt she had to
be restrained-
Why? She has enough drugs
to anesthetize a whale!
- Her team decides-
- Quit calling them her team!
Sounds like she's trying out
for the Giants.
What should I call them?
Let's be creative.
Call them assholes.
Let me tell you something
about those assholes.
I'm grateful because they
saved your sister's life.
I don't like-
I don't care what you like.
She's still a threat to herself.
There's no point to this
unless we keep Savannah alive.
And I don't care if it takes drugs
or voodoo or reading tarot cards...
...I want her alive.
Do you understand me?
When I'm not picking straw out
of my teeth, I'm a very smart man.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to sound condescending.
You're tough, Lowenstein...
...and I'm starving.
Any interest in lunch?
Only if you let me pay.
Oh, I insist.
I wouldn't have objected to
Lutce or Le Cirque.
Their chili isn't as good.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Tell me something.
Why didn't your father
answer my telegram?
Dad only likes good news.
Besides, the shrimp are running good.
And your mother? Why didn't she come?
She was the one I spoke to.
Priorities. My mother's too busy
hiring a caterer...
...for my stepfather's birthday.
Do you always make jokes
in place of conversation?
It's the Southern way, ma'am.
The "Southern way"?
My mother's immortal phrase:
"When things get too painful, we
either avoid them or we laugh. "
When do you cry,
according to the Southern way?
We don't.
Jesus, even Sally makes
better chili than this.
- I have a good recipe. Interested?
- No, thanks. I never cook.
What the hell is it with you doctors?
Does "Callanwolde"
mean anything to you?
No. Why?
Savannah kept repeating it
when she first came out of the coma.
"Callanwolde, Callanwolde. " No?
I don't know.
I have to get back to the hospital.
It's late.
I can't see you tomorrow
till about 7:30. Okay?
Lowenstein!
What's your first name?
Why?
Why not?
It's just that my patients
call me Dr. Lowenstein.
But I'm not your patient.
Susan.
Thank you, doctor. I won't use your
name. I just wanted to know it.
Be on time.
- Eight bucks a pound.
- Eight bucks a pound? For shrimp?
- Are they fresh?
- Yeah!
They're today's. They're gorgeous.
- I'll take a pound.
- Let me at the scale.
Shrimp Newburg? For chrissakes,
Lila, it's got wine in it!
It's garbage!
It's elegant food, Henry. And it's
gonna get me into Colleton League.
That's a joke. Why do you think
they got a Colleton League?
To keep people like you out.
Joop!
Why do you want to join anyway, Mama,
if they don't want you?
Of course they want me.
They just don't know it yet.
Even the dog won't eat it.
Goddamn it! I work hard all day long
to come home and eat this shit?
I think it's good.
- Who asked you?
- Nobody.
Nobody.
Tip your head up, boy.
You ain't gonna cry, are you?
What did I tell you about crying?
What did I tell you about
crying in this house?
Put the hands in your lap.
Sit up straight!
Come on, sit up straight.
You gonna cry now?
Savannah, get this little girl
one of your dresses.
Why are you so mean?
Henry, why don't I get you
another supper?
There's leftover hash and rice.
I'll heat it up.
Give me a hand, Tom.
You go out in the kitchen
with the rest of the girls.
Bully on somebody your own size.
Can't anyone take a joke around here?
I'll help, Mama.
I want you to melt
this butter, Savannah.
Heat up this rice. You chop that
onion into fine little pieces, Tom.
And the Yankees are back out in front.
I'm sorry, Mama.
There's nothing to be sorry for.
Marry into nothing, you get nothing.
Add some pepper, Tom.
Hand me that Worcestershire sauce.
Your mouth is hanging open, child.
Nice and spicy.
All I want is a good,
plain American meal!
Here you go, darling.
Now, this is food, Lila.
Eat up, children.
So your mother fed him dog food, huh?
He even asked for a second helping.
Maybe you got your sense
of humor from your mother.
Very funny.
She called today, very concerned
about Savannah.
Don't believe a word she says.
She's a liar.
That's interesting. She said
you'd tell lies about her.
That figures.
I saw Herbert Woodruff come out of your
office. He sure can play the fiddle.
You're changing the subject.
What's wrong with him?
Just kidding.
I can't believe anybody
with that kind of money has troubles.
Are you really that provincial?
Oh, hell, yes. So is Savannah.
When we were kids, the only way to
get off our island was by boat.
We grew up on a tidal plain.
A tidal plain? What does that mean?
Tides mean everything, Lowenstein.
They measure everything.
Moods, seasons,
the time to plant...
...to fish, to mate.
It's primitive. Biological clocks
ticking all over the place.
Sounds like a nice way to live.
What else did she say, my mother?
She said that she was the one who
encouraged Savannah to become a poet.
Is that true?
Jesus Christ!
That woman has no shame.
Wanna know how
she encouraged Savannah?
- By burning her childhood journals.
- Why'd she burn them?
Because Savannah was being disloyal,
writing about our hideous family.
What's hideous about your family?
Are you asking me to be disloyal?
If that's what it takes
to help Savannah, yes.
Aren't we about done?
What time is it?
We still have a few more minutes.
What did Savannah do after your
mother burned her journals?
She took her fingers, and she
wrote in the sand.
And then she wrote in the air.
She wrote poetry so mother
wouldn't understand it.
In a sense, your mother
helped to create a poet.
Bullshit, Lowenstein.
She created a schizophrenic.
My mother should've raised cobras,
not children.
Can you tell me anything good
about your parents?
No.
Try.
They did two really good things:
Luke and Savannah.
Incredible people.
Passionate, defiant, not for sale.
What about you?
Oh, I was a courteous Southern boy
that did what he was told.
I was responsible and normal and dull.
I don't know what normal is,
and you're anything but dull.
Compared to them, I was.
Your sister's in the hospital,
and your brother's dead.
You must be doing something right.
You can go now.
Time's up.
Good night.
"Women and men
Both little and small
Cared for anyone not at all
They sowed their isn't
They reaped their same
Sun, moon, stars, rain
Children guessed
But only a few
And down they forgot
As up they grew. "
So this began a series
of confessional days...
...when I spun out the history
of Savannah's past...
...in order to keep her alive.
By the second week,
I'd developed the New York willies.
The guilt that every
out-of-towner feels...
...if he's not improving his mind
every goddamn second.
I made a list of things I should do.
Museums, plays, run six miles
in under 50 minutes.
See three foreign films
all at the same time.
Anything not to feel guilty.
Tom, how old was Savannah when you
first realized...
...something was wrong with her?
About 7 or 8.
Anything specific happen?
My mother had a baby at home.
It was stillborn.
She told us it died
because we were bad.
Anyway, we were gonna bury it
the next day...
...so Dad wrapped it in some towels
and put it in the freezer.
That night, I got up
to get a drink of water...
...and I saw Savannah sitting
in the rocking chair...
...with the dead baby in her arms.
She was saying...
..."You're the lucky one because you
don't have to live with us. "
Did you say anything to her?
The next day I did, but she didn't
remember anything about it.
When I told her, she said...
..."Why would anyone do a crazy thing
like that?"
So you were her memory even then?
I guess so.
Goddamn locks!
I'm coming! I'm coming!
What was that again?
I'm learning to speak the language
of the natives here. Hi, Sally.
How's it going down there?
It's just sort of blowing up a storm.
I got the girls' drawings.
- Did they get my letters?
- Yes, and they loved them.
Good! Did you get my letter?
Tom?
It's not a good idea for you
to come home this weekend.
Why not?
I'm just not sure that I want
to see you right now.
I have a lot to figure out.
What's the point, Tom?
I mean, let's face it...
...we don't make each other
feel good anymore.
Right.
Look...
...I didn't want to tell you this
on the telephone.
I wanted to tell you before you left.
But the way you left...
...there wasn't any time.
What did you want to tell me, Sally?
What's his name?
What's his name, Sally?
The man must have a name.
Jack Cleveland.
Oh, no. Oh, no!
Oh, Jesus, Sally!
Jack Cleveland?
That aging, pompous hippie from the
hospital who still rides a motorcycle?
Oh, for chrissakes, Sally!
Why him?
Why him?
Because he knows how he feels about me.
Oh, Sally.
This is too difficult to talk
about over the phone.
Just think about it carefully, okay?
I hardly think about anything else.
Good night, Tom.
What?
Are you really in love?
I'm not sure.
I might even be doing this to hurt you.
I gotta go.
Dear Sally:
I wish the words,
"I love you"...
...weren't so
difficult for me.
I've missed you.
I miss touching you.
I don't know what keeps me
at such a distance.
I'm sorry I disappoint you, Sally...
...but you're right to feel that way.
How else could you react
to half a man?
How could you not be disappointed?
Hell, I seem to disappoint anyone who
tries to find the best in me.
Tom?
Ma'am?
Come on in here.
Come on, lie beside me. Come on.
You're the only Wingo
who's gonna amount to something.
Luke can't do it,
because he isn't smart.
Savannah can't,
because she's just a girl.
- But Luke's smart, Mama.
- Not like you.
Or me.
Nobody knows this yet...
...but I'm an amazing woman.
Do you believe that?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm not gonna die in a house
like this. I promise you that.
Something else, Tom.
I love you
more than I love any of them.
- But, Mama!
- I do.
I can't help it.
You're my favorite.
That's gonna be our little secret.
You keep a secret?
Yes, ma'am.
Can I go now?
Not till you tell me you love me.
I love you, Mama.
It took me 20 years to tell Luke
and Savannah about my secret.
And when I did, they just fell
on the floor, howling.
My mother took each of them
into that room...
...and told them exactly
the same thing.
Why did you tell me that story?
To prove that Lila Wingo would...
Just to show why Savannah
could never trust her.
You mean why you could
never trust her.
I'm sorry. That's the wrong
story. Let's just skip it...
...and I'll try
to think of a better one.
What's bothering you?
Global warming, acid rain,
the national debt...
And my wife's having an affair with
a heart surgeon in South Carolina.
Jesus! I feel like such an idiot.
I never even knew it was going on.
- Maybe you weren't paying attention.
- Bullshit!
Let's face it, Lowenstein.
Women are more devious than men.
You're great at hiding things. You
keep secrets. You smile when you lie.
You expect a man to be
a tower of strength.
When he's got a few weaknesses
and insecurities...
...what do you do? You turn around,
and goddamn it, you betray him!
You feel that your mother
betrayed you?
I was talking about my wife!
Oh, God, I hate this Freudian crap.
It's not your job to listen
to my problems. I'd like to go.
You're free to leave anytime.
Good!
Goddamn shrink.
Who was I kidding?
I was a champion at keeping secrets.
Better than any woman.
Until Susan Lowenstein came along.
A man who never talked...
...now is doing nothing else.
Her questions making me
as dizzy as her perfume.
Excuse me.
Would you like to dance?
Who, me?
Yes, you.
Come on.
Come on, just loosen up!
Hands to yourself! He's spoken for.
How's Savannah?
When can I see her?
I don't know, Eddie.
It's like talking to a fern.
Well, I'm glad she's improving.
Come on, let's dance.
Give me a break, Eddie.
I'm a lousy dancer.
Walk on the wild side.
You're in the big city.
Oh, hell. All right...
God, you are a lousy dancer!
Go mingle.
Get in here.
Get into the party.
Where are my chairs?
I found four of them,
and I have a lead on another two.
Roberta, have I got a settee for you!
Don't laugh.
You're laughing!
I'm sorry.
I'm surprised to see you here.
Why? I like Eddie.
You know, I-
You really pissed me off today.
But you made me think
about some things.
Don't make it a habit,
or I'll have to charge you.
Oh, we do have a sense of humor!
I was beginning to think
you had it surgically removed.
You look mighty pretty tonight.
Thank you.
Are you all right?
Oh, God, I'm great. I'm just great.
Now that I finished lying,
can I ask you to dance?
You'd be the first woman
I've danced with in New York.
I'd rather not.
Come on, Lowenstein.
Walk on the wild side.
It's a party. Come on.
Don't worry, I can't dance
and make a pass at the same time.
I lose count.
You came alone?
Yeah, it's funny. I never went
anywhere alone until I got married.
Well, that speaks well for matrimony.
No, it's just that...
...my husband travels a lot.
What does he do?
You know, it's late.
I really should go.
I'll take you home.
No, it's okay. I'm fine.
I'm a Southerner, ma'am.
We take our ladies home.
How do you do it?
How do you listen to people's sob
stories? Doesn't it depress you?
No, not if I think I can help them.
Anyway, you learn to separate your
patients' problems from your own.
Now yours, I think I could handle.
Oh, yeah? Don't be so sure.
Tell me something.
Did you ever wanna write
like Savannah?
You're changing the subject,
Lowenstein.
Am I?
It's a technique
I'm learning from you.
There he is again.
You see him?
That guy is following me.
So you're a shrink to the stars, huh?
He's not my patient. He's my husband.
No kidding? Herbert-fucking-Woodruff
is your husband?
Herbert Woodruff is my husband, yes.
How'd you meet him?
I saw him perform at...
...Carnegie Hall. I was 22 years old.
I had never heard anything like it.
I mean, that kind of...
...passion, artistry, whatever
you call it. It's like Savannah's.
They have that gift
to make people feel.
I fell in love with him instantly.
So you married him, and then
you lived happily ever after, huh?
I married him.
Are you telling me that mine isn't
the only screwed up union?
- I'm not telling you anything more.
- Wait. No fair.
I spill my guts.
I tell you my marriage is full
of holes. But you got nothing to say?
I think it's your turn
to give a little.
Come on, Lowenstein, be human.
Talk to me.
- Tell me about yourself.
- I can't.
Why are there never any cabs?
I'll ask you a few simple questions,
and you just answer.
- Simple?
- Very simple.
- What's your father's name?
- Douglas.
What's your favorite car?
I like old Ford Woodies.
Good! Who's the first boy
you ever kissed?
Dick Berkowitz. He was very cute.
Do you have any idea how beautiful
you look in that suit?
Is this "Make Lowenstein
Feel Better Day"?
And you got a great smile.
You should smile more.
- Stop.
- You don't believe me, do you?
Come here. Let me show you something.
Come here. Let me show you.
- A painting?
- No, you. Look at you.
You. Your face,
your smile, your suit.
I'm talking great stuff here.
Beautiful.
Okay, you convinced me.
Now, would you please get me a cab?
Come up for a minute.
I'd like you to meet my son.
Sure. Okay.
Come on in.
Bernard?
I'd like you to meet a friend.
How do you do?
Mind stepping out of the way?
Oh, excuse me.
Mr. Wingo is
a football coach, Bernard.
Oh, yeah?
Dad called from Vienna today.
Said to say hi to you when I saw you.
Did you practice this afternoon?
No, I've been too busy watching TV.
You're being rude, Bernard.
No, he's being a teenager.
I used to be one myself.
No kidding?
Where are you from?
Your accent's weird.
South Carolina.
Is this TV or-?
I'm trying to watch this movie.
All right, it's late. Come on.
It's time for bed, Bernard.
Let's go.
Turn down the TV and go to bed.
I'll see you, Bernard.
I'm sorry that he was so rude to you.
You don't have to apologize,
Lowenstein.
Teenagers, by definition,
are not fit for society.
That's true.
Bernard wants to play football.
That's why I brought you to meet him.
I thought that maybe you could
coach him a couple of days a week.
You see, he never gets a chance
to play while his father's around.
Herbert's on tour.
I thought maybe-
Is this a job offer?
Yes, and I would insist on paying you.
What would you consider
a reasonable rate?
What are your rates?
I charge $150 an hour.
Fine, I'll take it.
You must be a very good coach.
Forget it, Lowenstein.
I'm not a charity case yet.
Tell Bernard we'll start Monday.
Good.
Good night.
First rule of thumb, Bernard.
Never be late.
I didn't want to come anyway, okay?
Your mother thinks you want to play.
Is that true?
Maybe, maybe not.
Where do you coach, Mr. Wingo?
Hillbilly country?
We're a little
class-conscious, are we?
Do you go to Miss Porter's?
Phillips Exeter, smart-ass.
You didn't get to play last year,
did you?
How'd you know?
Because any snot-nosed punk that
would dare call his coach a smart-ass...
...wouldn't get to haul water,
let alone play.
With your attitude, you belong
in the bleachers, kid.
When you get ready to play football,
get my number from your mother.
Catch.
You need help.
This is not an attractive look
for a middle-aged man.
You can take me shopping. Did you
ever hear of Renata Halpern?
No, who is she?
I don't know, but she writes poems
about growing up Jewish in Brooklyn.
Was she staying
with Savannah recently?
Not that I know of. Of course,
I've been out of town a lot.
Bloomingdale's on Saturday, big boy.
Coach Wingo?
You know, yesterday, I...
You know, I...
I accept your apology, Bernard.
I didn't play last year,
because I never made the team.
They made fun of me.
If I coach you, I promise
they won't make fun of you.
But you gotta promise something.
You gotta shut up, Bernard.
Your mouth pisses me off.
"Yes, sir" is the way
to address me.
First thing we'll do
is follow certain courtesies.
You'll do whatever I tell you
and do it with enthusiasm.
I'm gonna teach you
to play football well.
- I'll run your ass off every day.
- I have my violin lessons.
- Shut up, Bernard.
- Yes, sir.
After I run you till you drop,
make you lift weights...
...tackle till your arms cramp...
...something will happen to you
that's never happened in your life.
What's that, sir?
You're gonna be happy, kid.
Keep moving. Move them.
Hit it!
Come on! Get up.
Drop that leg. Roll.
Drop this leg. Roll.
That's it. All right,
let's see that smile.
Do it again with a smile.
Cross. Back. Cross.
That's it. Cross them over. Cross!
Bring this shoulder out.
This shoulder.
Keep your eyes on the ball.
Concentrate!
Come on, Bernard. Get your hands up.
Get it. Look behind!
Turn around and run!
You're the greatest person
in the whole world, Daddy.
What? I don't even get the pleasure
of asking the questions anymore?
- When you coming home, Daddy?
- Soon.
Well, if you miss my birthday,
I'm gonna kill you.
Chandler, how could I miss
your birthday?
I was there the day you pushed
your way into the world.
I want an alligator!
You go down to the marsh
and you get one.
I want a stuffed alligator so he can
sleep in bed with me.
Now, that's a dangerous habit
to get into, kiddo.
Is Mama there?
Daddy wants to talk to you.
Oh, hi, Sal.
I want to come home
for Chandler's birthday.
It would only be-
We'd all be upset if you
didn't come, Tom.
Oh, good. Well, thanks, Sally.
Okay. I'll talk to you. Bye.
All right. Bye-bye.
Hustle. Hustle. Hustle!
- You got a broken cigarette.
- You gonna take it away?
So this became my routine.
Coaching Bernard in the morning...
...and in the afternoon, telling the
Wingo family secrets to his mother.
And looking forward to telling them.
Or looking forward to seeing her.
It's as if Savannah has
some kind of a splinter...
...that she's neglected.
It festers.
It festers inside you until you...
...you get it out.
You know what I mean?
The stories you're telling me
are helping her remember...
...and I'm very proud
of the work we're doing.
Know what I mean?
Time's up. Out.
Lowenstein.
- Here. Catch.
- My nails!
- Throw me the ball.
- Throw you the ball?
Coach, are you trying to kill yourself?
I'm not quitting, Bernard. You hear?
Then I'll smoke.
No, you're not smoking.
You're not smoking.
Then throw them out.
All right. I will.
All of them.
All right. All right!
- Congratulations. How do you feel?
- I feel better already.
You know, it's an art form
to hate New York properly.
No, it's not. It's a clich.
You're not such a dumb kid after all.
Let's go to the bookstore.
It's my daughter's birthday.
She wants an alligator.
There's a crocodile in Peter Pan.
Think she'll buy it?
It's my mom's birthday next week.
I bet you got her exactly nothing.
Come on, we'll see if we can
find her something.
Shit! Shit.
Who is Renata Halpern, and
what's she got to do with my sister?
Sit down and cool off.
You knew about this, didn't you?
It's difficult to conduct a session-
This is not a session!
I'm asking you a question.
You're doing a shitty job
of evading it. Who wrote this?
What's so disturbing?
That's not the issue.
Why didn't you tell me?
It wasn't my place to-
You're a piece of work.
I tell you everything, and you withhold
important information!
- Maybe you're withholding.
- This is not about me!
Then why are you so upset?
I don't like being lied to.
I don't like secrets.
I could report you.
Have your license suspended.
Stop acting like a petulant child.
You haven't answered my question.
Who wrote this book?
You tell me.
I will. My sister wrote it.
It's all about my goddamn family.
If my mother read it,
she'd rip out Savannah's pancreas.
Why? Why would she do that?
What are you hiding?
I don't answer any more questions
till you answer mine.
Then why don't you sit down and listen.
That is, if you're not too exhausted
by your temper tantrum.
Shit!
When Savannah came to see me, she
told me her name was Renata Halpern.
- She's even crazier than I thought.
- Shut up, or I won't continue.
She said her father was a furrier and
both parents were Holocaust survivors.
She couldn't fool me about being
Jewish, but what fascinated me...
...was why she chose to be
the child of survivors.
What was she trying to survive?
What is she trying to survive?
- How would I know?
- I think you do.
You're supposed to be
answering my questions.
Why'd she do it?
Writing made her want
to be someone else.
- That was okay with you?
- It was not okay.
I said unless she resolved her own
problems, she wouldn't have a chance.
Is that what people pay you to do?
Turn them into someone else?
You're not listening!
What do you think I'm doing
here every day?
- Complaining! Avoiding!
- Fuck you, Lowenstein!
Fuck you, Sigmund Freud and
Renata Halpern. It makes me sick!
Your reaction makes me sick!
How do you expect me to react?
What if I'd done the same to your son?
It's not the same thing!
I'll make him
a Presbyterian quarterback!
It's quite different.
My son didn't try to kill himself.
Give him time, Lowenstein.
Give him time!
You son of a bitch!
My God, I'll go get you some ice.
I see a malpractice suit coming
out of this, doctor.
I am so embarrassed.
What a day.
I get dropped by a dictionary...
...and I find out my sister's
become a Brooklyn Jew.
Here. Here.
I don't need that.
I'd rather bleed to death.
Just be quiet and take it.
After you've stopped bleeding,
I'll take you to dinner.
No chili today.
This time it's gonna cost you.
This is therapy, huh?
Yeah, pretty bloody, isn't it?
I still can't believe
I did that to you.
Face it, Lowenstein.
I bring out the animal in you.
- I owe you an apology.
- I accept.
- That was a terrible thing to say.
- Yes.
I know it. Jesus.
Thank you for accepting.
Would you like to order now?
We would like to order now.
Do you want me to order for you?
I eat here all the time.
How am I supposed to trust a woman
who can't even cook?
Just because I can't cook
doesn't mean I can't eat.
Go ahead. I'll do anything
to make you happy tonight.
I think...
...we'll start with the artichaut
garni de champignons au safran.
And pour monsieur...
La mousse de canard
aux baies sauvages.
And then we'll have the soupe de
poisson au crabe. Delicious.
And for our main course,
rble de lapin.
The rabbit is superb.
God, there's nothing sexier than
a beautiful woman...
...ordering food in French.
Read me the whole menu.
Are you flirting with me?
Yeah, I think I am.
I'd like you to find me attractive,
bloody nose and all.
I'd like to ask you about Savannah.
Don't you ever take a night off?
You said you'd do anything to
make me happy. Just one thing.
Savannah told me her children's book
came out of a dream.
More like a nightmare.
Images in it terrorized her,
but she didn't know why.
Like the three stray dogs.
What do you think it means?
Lowenstein, you're incorrigible.
We're at a wonderful restaurant...
...and you want me to interpret
my sister's dreams?
You wanna interpret dreams?
Do mine.
I had a great one about you
last night.
You had a dream about me?
You wanna hear?
I'm not sure.
Don't worry. This one's G-rated.
This one?
Tell me.
There was a blinding snowstorm
right here in New York City.
I went out for a walk,
and I ran into you.
We decided to go to the Rainbow Room.
No one was there.
So we started to slow dance.
What do you think it means?
You said it was a snowstorm?
Blinding snowstorm?
Maybe there's something
you're afraid to see.
Maybe I wanna get to know you better.
Maybe you're trying to snow me.
Maybe I have cold feet.
Maybe you just miss winter.
Move those legs. Move them!
That's it. Get in position.
Keep your head up. Come!
Is that my son?
Is that you in there, Bernard?
I don't think this was
such a good idea.
Stop being a Jewish mother.
I am a Jewish mother.
I brought sandwiches.
Oh, good. I'm starving.
I got delicious ones here.
Take a break.
Great. I got one for you.
Slave away in the kitchen all day
making those?
I bought them as usual.
Would you like one?
No, I'm not hungry.
So can I watch you play?
I promise I won't be overprotective.
I don't feel like playing anymore.
Let's toss the ball around
for a few minutes.
Am I a trained seal?
I gotta do what she wants?
Oh, you got it tough, kid!
Let's lie in the grass and cry for all
the terrible misfortune in your life.
You're a jerk every time
my mother's around.
Are you trying to impress her?
You're out of line.
You're mad at me, not him.
Save that crap for your patients, Mom.
He's right, you know.
He's absolutely right.
I don't know how to talk to him.
Maybe you should try a new approach.
What's that?
Laugh, Lowenstein, laugh.
The Southern way?
If that doesn't work,
then you bop him on the head.
What do you think of me?
Well, I think you have it made.
You're rich. You live like a queen.
Your kid needs some work...
...but overall, you're in
the top 1 percent.
You're lying.
I think you're a very sad woman,
Lowenstein.
I like it when you tell the truth.
I think you're the first friend
I've made in a long time.
Come on. Let's go to the movies.
- The movies?
- Yeah, come on.
Rare footage from
the Savannah Wingo archives.
How wonderful!
Where did you find this?
I was snooping around.
Savannah must've kept them.
Is that Luke?
Yeah, that's Luke.
He was always horsing around.
Oh, here's our graduation.
From grade school, right?
Yeah, right. Grade school.
Did you always jump in
with your clothes on?
As a matter of fact, we did.
- And that's your mother? Lila?
- Yeah, that's Miss Lila.
She was very pretty.
She still is.
So who took these pictures?
My father bought this camera one year.
Thought he'd give up shrimping,
the only thing he was good at...
...and make a fortune in film.
Don't ask me how.
Savannah said your father was
always losing money. Is that true?
That's an understatement. Henry Wingo
had the opposite of the Midas touch.
- Everything he touched turned to shit.
- What is that?
That is one of my father's
all-time cockamamie schemes.
- What?
- He bought this gas station.
He thought a tiger would
draw people by the thousands.
All it did is scare them
the hell away.
The only one that wasn't afraid
of that animal was Luke.
He fed him.
Took care of him.
He had a lot of courage.
What about you?
I didn't need any. I had Luke.
Oh, this is our island.
The only place Dad ever really owned.
By the time this was taken,
it was worthless.
Not to Luke, though.
To him it was the most precious place
in the world.
When he was older, he went to Vietnam.
He came back a hero.
Swore he'd never leave it again.
He didn't.
What happened?
Mother got the island
in the divorce settlement.
She immediately sold it to
the government for a lot of money.
They wanted to put up a power plant.
Luke went crazy.
He made some threats.
The government laughed.
He blew up a construction site.
They quit laughing.
And then?
He went on waging his own private war.
Hurt some people.
Savannah and I tried to stop him,
but the government stopped him first.
Shot him in the head. Bingo.
Would you like a cold drink?
Maybe a beer?
How did you deal with his death?
I shut down like a broken motor.
And according to the Southern way,
still no tears.
Oh, I cry sometimes, Lowenstein.
I cry at weddings, at the Olympics,
at the national anthem.
But not over Luke?
What the hell for?
It wouldn't bring him back.
But it might bring you back.
Thank you.
Hey there! Welcome back.
Dr. Wingo had an emergency
at the hospital.
Oh, that's all right, Megan.
- Are the girls asleep?
- Yes, for a while.
You can go home now.
Okay, I'll just get my things.
Hey, coach.
Oh, hey, Sally.
How you doing?
All right. Fine.
What's the proper form
in this situation?
Do we talk, fight,
or ignore the whole thing?
I don't know.
You want some juice?
How's Savannah, Tom?
She's one day up,
and then it's one day down.
Do you like the psychiatrist,
you trust her?
What's her name again?
Lowenstein.
Want me to make a fire?
I don't think so.
It's 90 degrees outside.
You've always been
such a traditionalist.
Jack Cleveland wants to marry me, Tom.
Do you need a letter
of recommendation?
That's not funny.
Considering my other options,
it was the kindest...
...most restrained thing I could say.
What do you wanna do?
I don't know.
Part of me just wants to pack up
and walk away from a life...
...that doesn't seem to work anymore.
And part of me says
that no life will work...
...if I can't make this one right.
How can I help you, Sally?
By trying to understand, I guess.
I'm sorry I made you
unsure of yourself.
I can be a closed, defensive
son of a bitch.
Sometimes.
Only sometimes.
You coming in?
I'll sleep here.
It'd be too confusing.
Thanks for asking, though.
Daddy's home!
Where are you, Daddy?
Who are these squealing piglets
jumping on my chest?
Boy, am I hungry.
A little mustard on you
would be perfect.
- You can't catch me.
- Can't catch me either!
Who missed me most?
Careful, there's money involved.
Get your shoes.
We're going on Grandpa's shrimp boat.
Hi, Jenny.
You like that sweater I got you?
- Yeah, it's nice, Dad.
- Good.
Are you and Mom having a bad fight?
No, honey. Everything's fine.
Y'all don't fool me.
Oh, boy.
What am I gonna do
with all you smart women?
Give me a hug.
Chandler, come on in
if you wanna help.
You too, Tom.
Mommy, I got a fishing rod
from Grandpa!
It's beautiful.
Come here, Daddy.
Lucy did that one.
- I did not.
- You did too.
I wanna decorate.
You can decorate.
It's your cake.
You go on and decorate.
You stop eating that icing.
- I wanted to do one.
- Well, okay-
Henry?
Come to the table. The children
are gonna blow out their candles.
Did you hear me?
It's time to sing "Happy Birthday"
to Tom and Savannah.
I'm watching TV.
You get over there and help your
children celebrate their birthday.
Come here, woman.
Don't you ever tell me
what to do, Lila.
This is my house. You're just a guest
in it! Now turn the TV back on.
Please, Mama. It's all right!
Turn the TV back on.
You're gonna turn that TV on.
I was watching that.
I'm sick and tired of you
never showing me any respect!
TV's broken, you son of a bitch.
Now you can watch your kids
blow out their candles.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Chandler
Happy birthday to you
Grandpa, Daddy's gonna open the net.
I'm coming, birthday girl.
Bring it up.
Grandpa, I brought the fishing rod
you bought me.
Stand back.
He's getting ready to drop it.
- Wait, wait.
- Oh, hurry up, Daddy!
I don't know if we got
much shrimp.
Look at that.
The first thing you wanna do is
put these crabs overboard.
Why, Grandpa?
They'll die in the sun and the heat.
Look out for stingrays and catfish.
It's a long way to the hospital.
Look at that squiggly.
- Chandler?
- What, Grandpa?
I want you to do something for me.
Pick up a shrimp and head it.
I can do that.
You put it with your thumb.
Is this right, Grandpa?
Do it with one hand.
You got a knack for this, huh?
Fetch me that crate over there
for this good-for-nothing trash fish.
- He told me to get it.
- He told me.
I'm gonna get it for Grandpa.
They love you, Dad.
The Braves lost to the Dodgers
last night, 3 to 7.
Did you know that, son?
Yeah, I know that, Dad.
- Put it there.
- Can I be a shrimper when I grow up?
You can be a shrimper like me.
Bye-bye, girls. I love you!
Write!
- How will you get to the airport?
- Don't worry, I'll get a cab.
You know, I never realized how much
I love this place till I went away.
"My soul grazes like a lamb...
...on the beauty of indrawn tides. "
Remember that?
You wrote that to me in a letter once.
I used to write damn good letters,
didn't I?
You've met somebody in New York,
haven't you?
I don't know.
I know.
You are gonna do like I said. You are
gonna apologize to the Newburys.
Todd Newbury insulted our family.
He called us cheap white trash.
Then you proved him right
by whaling him, you stupid cracker.
Isn't this a lovely view?
I wanna go home.
Hush up.
Hello, Tom.
Hello, Reese.
I'm here to see my mother.
Well, come on in.
She's expecting you.
Why, thank you!
It is awful good of you
to see us, Reese.
Well, it's my pleasure.
You looking mighty pretty today,
as usual.
Why, I always say the most successful
men are always the nicest.
Lila, if you just have a seat here...
...Tom and I are gonna have
a little talk in my study.
It's Oriental carpet.
From the Orient.
If you ever touch my son again...
...you're gonna be crab bait
all over this river, boy.
A Wingo never touches a Newbury.
If you tell anybody I hit you...
...I'm gonna run your family
clean out of this town.
Now get out of here.
I think it's more humid
than New York City.
Hello, darling.
Wealth becomes you, Mama.
You really got what you wanted,
didn't you?
Don't start, please.
Tell me about Savannah.
She still has a long way to go.
I cut out a whole slew of articles
on mental illness.
I want you to give them
to her psychiatrist.
I will, Lila. I will.
What are you telling
Savannah's doctor?
Anything that might help her
get better.
Go on. Drink your tea
before the ice melts.
I'm gonna tell Dr. Lowenstein
about Callanwolde.
I don't know what you mean.
Oh, yeah, you do, Mama.
Yeah, you do.
We made a promise
never to speak about that.
I expect you to keep it.
We were kids. It was a stupid promise.
And I think...
...it'd help to talk about it.
This is my life too. It's private.
I wanna keep it private.
At the expense of helping
your daughter?
- Stop exaggerating.
- Don't make me feel bad about this.
- I didn't have to tell you.
- I don't wanna talk about it.
That's always been the problem!
Your problem is,
you dwell too much on the past.
I never look back.
When I say goodbye to something...
...I close the door,
and I never think about it again.
How about Luke?
What?
Do you ever think about Luke?
Does he ever cross your mind?
Who taught you to be so cruel?
You did, Mama.
You did.
You also taught me that even though
someone nearly destroys your life...
...you can still feel love for them.
Is that supposed to warm
a mother's heart?
You have to be patient
with me, Lila.
You've done a lot to piss me off.
There's so much noise in New York.
Sirens, horns, screaming.
Cream, no sugar, right?
Oh, yeah, thanks.
I have something to tell you.
I know.
I don't know how.
Just say it.
It was raining that night.
Mama was teaching us to dance.
Tom, dance with us!
One of the few times
I remember having fun.
Mom, I can't dance.
What do you mean?
Of course you can.
Hold Savannah's hand.
Savannah does it better than me.
Here you go. Turn around.
One, two, kick. There you go, Tom.
Here comes another turn.
Here we go.
Turn. That's it!
I wonder who that is?
That's it.
They broke into our house.
Three men.
Mama cried, "Help us, Tom. "
I wanted to, but I couldn't.
One of them raped Savannah.
One of them raped my mother.
I guess that's not the answer to
all of Savannah's problems...
...but I thought you should know.
God, yes.
And what's Callanwolde?
That's the prison they escaped from.
How old was Savannah
when this happened?
Thirteen.
What were you doing
while this was going on?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Maybe you ran for help?
Why not?
I don't know. I don't know.
Why do you think you didn't?
I don't know.
Just because.
That's a child's answer, Tom.
You said before...
...that three men came in.
What happened to the third man?
Where was he?
Tom, help me!
Help me!
Stop it!
It's okay.
Tell me about him.
He said, "You move,
I'll slit your throat. "
Raw meat.
He called me raw meat.
"Nothing I like better than fresh...
...raw meat. "
What was happening to me...
...was unimaginable...
...literally.
I didn't know it could happen
to a boy.
All I wanted to do was die.
Especially when I saw Luke.
Luke, two. Mama, one.
While I did nothing.
There was nothing you could do.
You were just a young boy.
You had no weapon.
I'm surprised you and Savannah
survived it at all.
What happened after? I mean...
How did your family deal with it?
Your father?
Who said we told?
You didn't tell?
No one?
You must have told
the police or...
Jesus Christ, Tom.
Mama said, "It's over.
Get these carcasses outside.
Clean up this mess. "
She was insane that night.
"This did not happen.
This did not happen. "
She kept saying it.
Said the minute we talked about it...
...was the minute she stopped
being our mother.
Said morning would come and everything
would look nicer in the sunlight.
And after we buried the bodies...
...I went in there
to check on Savannah...
...to see how she was doing.
She was trying to do
what Mama had said.
Trying to act as if
nothing had happened.
Putting her hair up in rollers.
Only her dress was on
wrong side out.
And when my father came home
for dinner...
...we sat around and ate
as if nothing was wrong.
God help me.
I think the silence was worse
than the rapes.
Three days later, Savannah tried to
kill herself.
She could keep quiet,
but she couldn't lie.
And that's what I like
About the South
Say something, Lowenstein.
How do you feel?
Well, I feel okay.
I mean, I thought I'd be on the floor
after telling you this...
...but I feel surprisingly all right.
You're sure?
I mean...
What am I?
I'm relieved.
The laundry's clean, and the ghost's
out of the closet and I'm-
You've really learned how to
cover your pain.
You've done that all your life.
That 13-year-old boy is
still in a lot of pain.
Don't do this to me, Lowenstein.
Don't do this to me.
I can feel your pain, Tom.
I feel it.
Let yourself feel it.
It takes courage to feel the pain.
You can do it. You can handle it.
Don't be afraid.
It's okay.
You've kept it locked up for so long.
Just let it go.
Let it go.
You have so much to cry about,
don't you?
It's okay.
It's okay.
Feel the pain.
Cry.
Cry.
Feel the pain.
It's the only way to heal yourself.
Just let it go.
Let it go.
I'm too old for this shit.
Come on, coach.
Let's do it again.
Out of shape and past your prime?
Come here.
I don't mean anything personal
by this...
...but I'm gonna leave cleat marks
all over your face.
It felt great putting you
on your ass.
All right, you ready?
Set!
Hut!
Go! Come on, come on, come on.
I can't believe I'm being outplayed
by a violinist.
Come on. Give an old man a hand.
Now I'm gonna get you
if I can't teach you football.
Dad.
This is how your mother lets you
spend the summer?
Professor Greenberg said you've
skipped two lessons this week.
I don't like him. He's a creep.
He's strict.
The great teachers usually are.
I'm Tom Wingo, Mr. Woodruff.
Bernard's football coach.
It's a pleasure, Mr. Wingo.
Heard a lot about you.
Let's call it quits.
Go home and practice your fiddle.
Maybe we can
work something out tomorrow.
I had no idea he was so strong.
He's a good football player.
I don't want him playing
the violin with broken fingers.
He said you'd be worried.
He's careful.
He should be worried.
I'm sorry to cut your session short...
...but I've enrolled Bernard
in the last two weeks at Tanglewood.
With a little discipline, he might
actually become a good musician.
You're the maestro.
I'm glad you understand.
Susan and I are having
a dinner party next Friday.
Why don't you join us?
Thanks, I'll look forward to it.
How are you?
Oh, I'm okay.
Good.
How is she?
Considering what she's been through
this week, she's doing very well.
Can I see her?
I think she'd like that.
How you doing, darling?
I'm still here.
So...
So...
I don't know what to say.
Then just let me hold you.
Tom, I'm so sorry I put you
through all this.
No, no, you did me a favor.
But just don't do it again.
I couldn't bear to think of a world
without you in it, sweetheart.
- I hear it's pretty up in Tanglewood.
- Who gives a shit?
- I wrote the coach at your school, pal.
- Why?
I told him I was sending back a hell
of a ballplayer. You're a tough kid.
I am?
You took everything I dished out
and came back asking for more.
You're the best coach I ever had.
Well, I'm the only coach you ever had.
No, I mean teacher.
You're the best teacher I ever had.
Thanks. It's been a long time
since a student of mine said that.
Why'd you quit?
I thought I should do
something better with my life.
Like what?
Well, that's a good question.
I'm not sure.
Can't you go back to it?
I don't know if they'd want me.
I could write a letter.
Tell me where to send it.
Thanks, but I want you
to do something else.
Play the violin.
Your father says you're good.
- Here? Now?
- Sure, why not?
Cheer this joint up.
I'm a little embarrassed.
People might think I want them
to throw money.
Well, what's wrong with
a few extra bucks?
I guess I'll play this thing
I've kind of been working on.
All right.
If I could play the violin like that,
I'd never touch a football.
What's wrong with doing both?
Absolutely nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Here you go. Put this on.
You gotta hurry.
You don't wanna miss your train.
My father hates you, Coach Wingo.
Yeah, but he loves you.
Come here.
Goodbye, Bernard.
- I'm gonna miss you.
- Me too.
- I'll write to you, okay?
- You better. You better!
And don't smoke.
You might be needing this.
I thought classical pianists were...
...supposed to be pinched
and anemic-looking.
I'll sit you next to her
in case you wanna make a pass.
No, thanks. She's not my type.
Good.
Why do you say that?
I think she's having an affair
with my husband.
You've met everyone?
I'm intimidated.
Madison Kingsley's my favorite writer.
Talk to him.
I'm gonna check on dinner.
Thank you.
I'm delighted you're here.
I'm delighted I got to hear you
play in person again.
What? Again?
Yes, I saw you at the Charleston
Music Festival last summer.
Brahms' violin concerto.
Bartk.
You ever seen a Stradivarius up close?
This is the finest instrument
ever made.
Everyone, I'm going to play something
in Mr. Wingo's honor.
It's not that often we have
Southern guests, huh?
What would you like to hear?
I'm afraid I don't know many...
...football songs.
Anything's fine with me.
Damn it all, Herb, that Mozart
sure cranked out some snappy tunes.
Could you do me a favor and fix me
a Scotch and soda, please?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Who is he?
That's a friend of Susan's.
Some football coach.
Charming.
The food is wonderful.
Is it the same cook as last year?
Yes. I'm glad you like it.
A minor artist.
How can you dismiss his work
as unimportant, Spencer?
It's hanging in the goddamn
Metropolitan.
Well, Madison, so is toilet paper.
Tom, talk to Madison. He's a great
admirer of Southern authors.
Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor,
Eudora Welty.
I love all those
renegade Confederates.
You mean you love
excess and eccentricity.
It's true. They're all mad
as hatters, aren't they?
I suppose you know a few things
about madness.
A bit.
Tom's sister is Savannah Wingo.
Are you familiar with her work?
Yes. She's good.
Very good.
She's Susan's patient.
I don't think that's appropriate.
Everyone knows you're the great psychic
healer of the literary community.
I'm surprised you don't get a share
of their royalties.
What have you been drinking?
You should ask Tom. He poured it.
Were you trying to poison me?
Not intentionally.
But you know how
the subconscious mind works.
I like you, Tom.
I like your feistiness,
your Tara-like pride.
You said you wouldn't do this.
You're right.
I shouldn't pick on Tom.
I should pick on you for turning my son
into Quasimodo in a football uniform.
I can't believe you'd let Bernard play
a game that can hurt his hands.
I can't believe you'd come here. We
all know you're fucking my husband.
I think you owe Monique an apology,
Susan.
I think you owe me an apology,
you son of a bitch.
Darling, where's your sense of humor?
Madison, what's the name of the
character in your new play?
I'm calling him S.B.
And he's modeled after a character
sitting right at this table.
Not me, I hope.
Yoo-hoo, Herbert! Southern boy's got
ahold of your fiddle!
What'd he say?
Better hurry, now!
It's getting heavy!
Herbert, what's taking you so long?
What do you think you're doing?
Darling, where's your sense of humor?
That Stradivarius is worth
over $1 million!
Well, if I drop it,
it won't be worth shit.
Don't do it, Tom.
Apologize to your wife.
You're bluffing.
I may be. But it's a powerful bluff,
isn't it, asshole?
I'm sorry, Susan!
Sincerity becomes you, Herbie.
Apologize to me for your unforgivable
breach of etiquette at the table...
...you possum-breathed cocksucker.
I'm very sorry, Tom.
You all sure know how to give a party
up here in New York City.
Tom, wait!
Now I know why you always seem so sad.
Please take me with you.
Let me warn you...
...the thought of falling in love
terrifies me.
Then let's just be friends.
Very good friends.
I think I like adultery.
That's why they made it a sin.
Repent, sinners!
Cast your lot with the Lord!
After last night,
I'll need some repenting.
Oh, I'm in trouble.
What? What?
Tell me. Why are you in trouble?
I'm starting to like this city.
What made you change your mind?
You have to ask?
I'm neurotic. I need reassurance.
Lowenstein, you could make me
change my mind about anything.
Hi, Tom. Hot baked goods.
Did I interrupt something vile?
Well, hello, Susan!
You look fabulous this morning.
I'm so glad you both got laid.
Hi, Eddie.
Do you like a little butter on your
croissant, darling?
Ask him.
Guess what?
I spoke to Bernard today...
...and he asked me to come
visit him next weekend.
I couldn't believe it.
That's great. That's fantastic.
I'm so grateful to you, Tom Wingo.
It was nothing, nothing.
Come on, cut it out.
This is the property.
It goes all the way around.
All the way over there.
Isn't it beautiful?
Not as beautiful as you.
Oh, sweetheart.
This is it. Herbert never liked it,
you know. It made him sneeze.
I miss the fresh smell
of carbon monoxide, myself.
I can't believe we're
only an hour from New York!
South Carolina's not the only
state with trees.
In my next life,
I wanna be you, Lowenstein.
I'll make lots of money from crazy
people, have a penthouse in the city...
...a great country house
and a guy like me.
- Come on. I wanna show you around.
- All right.
Look, isn't it pretty?
Darling, you just broke a dozen eggs.
I don't care.
You know what I thought
when I first saw you?
I thought, "Jesus, she hates me.
Why does she make me feel
so damn stupid?"
What do you think now?
Right now?
I'm thinking, "Why does she make me
feel so damn good?"
Because she loves you.
Lowenstein, Lowenstein.
Maybe I should be
calling you "Susan" now.
No, I love the way you
say "Lowenstein. "
You know...
...before I met you, I was in
a deep sleep...
...and I didn't even know it.
I'm afraid.
Of what, sweetheart?
What's gonna happen
when Sally wants you back?
She wants you back, you know.
What makes you so sure?
I've sampled the merchandise.
Oh, my God!
Spread them wide.
You dirty thing!
I'm not being dirty.
Spread them this way.
Now, you gotta tackle me.
Go on, tackle.
Catch it!
Ready.
- I'm too old for this game.
- Me too.
This is the best part.
If we stay together, do I have to
become Jewish?
Of course not. Herbert's not Jewish.
I don't mind.
Everybody in my family's doing it.
There's Luke up there somewhere.
You stupid asshole!
When I was a kid,
he seemed like a god to me.
How do you see him now?
Like a man...
...with limitations,
like the rest of us.
Except you, Lowenstein.
You're perfect.
I am far from it.
I look back on my life,
and I realize that I've been...
...paralyzed for the last...
...God knows how many years.
How could I have stayed
in a marriage like that?
Well, you had a son.
Oh, yeah, there were reasons...
...but none of them good enough.
I just never thought...
...that this was possible.
And now I...
I wake up in the morning,
and I spend my whole day thinking...
..."Isn't it nice just to feel good?"
I hear you walk down the hall
towards me...
...I can't stop smiling.
I smile all the time.
I love you, Lowenstein.
Can we go back to the cabin
and make love all night?
You still have a lot to learn
about the outdoors.
I'm glad you brought me here.
Lowenstein says she's gonna
let you go home soon.
I think I'm ready.
What about you?
When are you going home?
I don't know. Sally and I
are having problems.
Oh, no. I'm sorry, Tom.
I thought I might stay here
for a while.
You, in New York?
I can't imagine that.
You could never leave the South.
Well, you did.
Yeah, but I don't love it
the way you do.
Oh, hi, Sal.
She called you.
We knew this day would come,
didn't we?
But you're never quite...
...prepared for it.
Just hold me, please.
I feel like I'm dying.
One of the things I love about you...
...is that you're the kind of guy
who'll always go back to his family.
I gotta find me a nice Jewish boy.
You guys are killing me.
You okay about going home?
I think so.
Good.
I started a new book of poems.
Oh, good.
I'm calling it:
The Prince of Tides.
And I dedicated it to somebody
very special.
Luke would appreciate that,
Savannah.
I dedicated it:
"To my brother Tom Wingo.
My memory. "
Oh, thank you, sweetheart.
Thank you.
Lowenstein, why are you
making it so hard?
You just love her more.
Admit it.
No, Lowenstein.
Just longer.
We spent our last few hours together
at the Rainbow Room...
...dancing a slow dance.
Just like in my dream.
I held her in my arms...
...as I told her that it was her doing
that I could go back.
Six weeks before, I was ready to leave
my wife, my kids.
I wanted out of everything.
But she changed that.
She changed me.
For the first time, I felt
I had something to give back...
...to the women in my life.
They deserved that.
- Daddy!
- Daddy's home!
Daddy, did you bring me anything?
So I returned to my Southern home
and my Southern life.
It is in the presence of my wife
and children...
...that I acknowledge my life,
my destiny.
I am a teacher...
...a coach...
...and a well-loved man.
And it is more than enough.
In New York, I learned that I needed
to love my mother and father...
...in all their flawed,
outrageous humanity.
And in families, there are no crimes
beyond forgiveness.
But it is the mystery of life
that sustains me now.
And I look to the North...
...and I wish again that there were
two lives apportioned to every man...
...and every woman.
At the end of every day, I drive
through the city of Charleston...
...and as I cross the bridge
that'll take me home...
...I feel the words building
inside me.
I can't stop them or tell you
why I say them.
But as I reach the top of
the bridge...
...these words come to me
in a whisper.
I say them as prayer.
As regret.
As praise.
I say...
..."Lowenstein. Lowenstein. "