Look over my right shoulder.
Good.
Look over my leFT shoulder.
Very good.
You know. Mr. Gromberg...
you're not going to want to hear this...
but for a man of your age...
less than a year after a stroke. You are in remarkable shape.
Well. My damn ticker.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom... a mile a minute.
Well. Your cardiogram showed no abnormalities.
Blood pressure... high?
Your blood pressure? Better than mine.
How about my liver?
Your liver's holding up perfectly.
- Kidneys? - Fine.
- What about this? - What?
What. This?
That's dry skin. Mr. Gromberg. It's not cancer.
- Say. "Ah." - Ah.
So. Are you still seeing your speech therapist?
No. She talks worse than I do.
Well. I hate to tell you this. Mr. Gromberg...
but it looks like you still have a few good years leFT.
"A few good years."
How do you know? Do you talk to the man upstairs?
Hey. Gromberg. What's that supposed to be?
- A sensei. - A what?
A sensei. A karate sensei.
Yeah? Has your karate guy ever seen a pair of these before?
Morning. Everyone. I'd like you to join me in welcoming back...
your classmate Abigail Staley.
Most of you have known her since kindergarten.
Is there something you'd care to share with us. Gentlemen?
So. No matter what you've heard...
over the last couple of months...
I know that you will be kind and considerate.
Isn't that right. Mr. Cooper?
Abby.
What the hell are you looking at?
Gromberg. I am going to have...
the red-lined martine agreement...
in time for the meeting. Aren't I?
I am working on it as we speak. Barney.
- Just checking. - Sure thing.
Asshole.
- Alex? - Yeah.
I have your wife on line two.
What time are the martine people getting here?
- Any minute. - Shit.
Yeah. Hiya. Bec.
Hi. I have five minutes between patients.
I just needed a moment of sanity.
So you're calling me?
Am I on speaker phone?
I'm sorry. Honey. I'm up to my ass with this martine thing.
Oh. OK. Don't forget your parents are coming at 6:30.
Don't you dare be late.
And they're bringing Uncle Stephen.
Oh. My God. Better get out the body bags.
I'll pick up some matzo on my way home...
After the soup kitchen.
- OK. Bye. - Bye. love.
Got a minute?
Oh. Deb. Deb. Deb. Please.
This is Rosario. She's the sister-in-law...
to maria Elena. Who cleans my house.
It's very nice to meet you. Rosario.
- If you'll excuse me... - Rosario has a problem.
She lives with her four sons...
her sister. Her sister's husband. And their three kids.
And they haven't had hot water for three months.
And they just made it through the winter without heat.
Almost made it through.
Her father just passed away from pneumonia.
Sorry. I'm sorry about your dad...
but I don't know what you want me to do.
I haven't done public advocacy stuff in years.
Well. It's what you should be doing.
All right. Rosario. OK.
I'll take a look at this. I'll see what I can do. OK?
Gracias. Senor. Muchas gracias.
No problema.
Is someone coming to pick you up later. Mrs. Gromberg?
Yes. My grandson.
Oh. Well. You let us know if you need a taxi. OK?
You shouldn't be walking.
I have two grandsons.
Eli's the youngest. He's eleven. He's Pappy's favorite.
And Asher's the one who's picking me up.
I didn't want him to bother. But my son insisted.
Asher's very laid out.
Laid back.
Oh. Back.
Right. Laid back.
Are you among the living today. Mr. Gromberg?
Yeah. I'm here. Man. Ask away. What do you want to know?
I asked you if you had any thoughts...
on the progress of Mr. Stein's one-act play...
"Three Kikes and a Heeb."
Yeah. I mean. To tell you the truth. Sir...
I was completely blown away by this piece of material here.
I mean. Stein. Man. That part where you have...
you know. The antagonist antagonizing the protagonist?
- I mean. That was... - What is he talking about?
- That was rock-solid. Man. - This is ridiculous.
How many pages of mr. Stein's hard work did you actually read?
That's a good question.
I believe it was all but the last nineteen. Sir.
- Out of twenty? - Mr. Edwards.
Not bad. Yes. Ms. Maloney.
I am amazed at you people.
Did no one but I find the sickening display...
of anti-Semitism dripping from every page incredibly offensive?
- I did. I certainly did. - Would you... thank you.
I am sorry. But when you have a Jewish character...
playing charades. And you devote ten pages...
to his feeble attempt at acting out the word "Holocaust"...
and make no condemnation of the Nazis...
I'm sorry?
I mean. Do you have no sense of decency?
- Have you no sense of humor? - Humor?
How can I be anti-Semitic? I was bar mitzvahed.
Oh. I'm sorry about that. Guys.
It's my grandma. I gotta pick her up.
Could you possibly be any more unappealing?
You are like a zoo monkey smeared in his own feces.
Someone should follow you around with a pooper scooper.
Pooper scooper. Huh?
OK. Mr. Gromberg. Show a little class on your way out. Please.
Yes. Sir.
- Watch out. Man. - Yo. Dude!
OK. My beautiful ladies...
today. We are running a little bit of a special.
Two bags for ninety.
Nicky said he got two for one twenty.
Well. For Nicky. Two bags are one twenty.
But for Katie and Erica. Two bags are ninety.
Do you take checks?
Cash only. Sweetie.
I don't have any cash.
Oh. Shit. I gotta get outta here.
But I have to go to an ATm.
Don't worry about it. I'll get you guys next time.
You see. Dr. Gromberg...
in the window was this display of socks.
Beautiful. Fun socks.
Every color imaginable.
Cashmere.
Next thing I know...
the saleswoman is wrapping up ten pairs for me.
Forty bucks a pair.
That's a lot of money for socks.
Does Noah buy you special giFTs?
I can't remember the last time...
he came home with anything for me.
- Son of a bitch. - Sir?
No. No. Not you.
My ex-partner... Kipling.
He died.
At last!
We're here. Sir.
Stephen. Your brother is here.
Ahoy. Captain. Are you ready to go?
Where are we going?
Pesach. We're going to a Seder.
- Passover? - Yes.
Not yet. Not yet.
Gefilte fish?
Mama makes good gefilte fish.
Gefilte fish. Yes...
but not mama's.
Zabar's.
My daughter-in-law can't cook.
Ew! Ew! What are they doing? That's gross.
You don't know what that is? That's sixty-nine.
Sixty-nine's all right. But it's nothing like oral sex.
Get away! Get off. Shea!
Anybody wet their pampers today?
No. You?
Hey. You. You're in little Abby Staley's class. Right?
Well. You tell little Abby...
that she never finished what she started.
Tell her I've waited too long. And my balls are gonna burst.
Whoa! Miss Congeniality!
Jesus. Gromberg. Are you following me?
Following you? Why would I be following you?
You just called me a zoo monkey smeared in my own feces...
which I actually thought was kind of funny.
But. No. I'm actually just on my way uptown...
to go pick up my grandmother.
Your grandmother? Oh. Please. That is such bullshit.
No. I am. I am. Sometimes I pick her up from dialysis.
Oh. You are so following me. And I wish you would stop it.
You know what. Peg? You excite me.
You are so moronic it is unreal.
Oh. Screw me.
- I don't think so. - No. No. I gotta go.
But before I do. Let me get your digits.
Excuse me?
Your phone number. I wanna give you a buzz.
You don't get the message. Do you?
What do I have to do. Barf on your Nikes?
Just give me your number...
and I'll quit hasslin' you. All right?
- It's on the class roster. - Oh. Yeah?
Under "unavailable."
At least give me some skin.
Later.
Excuse me. Is mrs. Gromberg here?
You just missed her. I put her in a taxi ten minutes ago.
Damn! Was she OK at least?
Listen. She's old. It takes a lot out of her.
If you can't be here on time...
get somebody else who can pick her up.
What kind of shit-ass portion is this? Now serve it up!
Everything OK here. Suzie?
I explained to him that we don't give seconds...
until everyone's had a turn.
She ain't gave me but a few carrots.
A man needs his vitamin E.
It's vitamin A. But you're right. It keeps the eyes sharp.
But we can't serve seconds till everybody gets their firsts.
But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do...
why don't you sit down and enjoy your meal?
And I'm gonna make a plate here.
And if you're still hungry. You come on back here...
and this plate will be sittin' waitin' for you...
right... right here.
Aren't you the little peacemaker today?
- They should give you an award. - They already have...
most dishes washed. Lake Kiamasha. 1966.
Yeah. But not for how many you do.
It's for how damn good you look when you do them.
- Wait. Wait a minute. - What?
Oh. Don't tell me you haven't felt it.
Felt what?
The heat between us for weeks now.
- Suzie... - All the steam...
the chafing dishes.
- Suzie. Suzie. - What?
Oh. I'm so wet.
Come on. You know I'm married. Suzie.
Yeah. I do. And so am I.
You are such a troublemaker.
Oh. But you see. I'm kinda worth it. So...
Oh. Shit. Oh. Shit.
I can't do this.
Oh. You see. I have evidence to the contrary.
You said if I was still hungry...
Suzie...
Oh. Thank you. No. It's a little early for me.
- Salud. - Salud.
OK. What can I do to help?
The dishes. Don't break any.
You're such the happy helper this evening. Aren't you?
It's called survival. Honey.
Mom?
Yeah. Honey?
What a farkakte neighborhood!
- Hello! - Hi!
- Hi. Mom. How are you? - Let me give you a kiss.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Hi. Uncle Stephen! How are you?
- He's not deaf. - Hiya. Dad.
- How are you doing? - He's not deaf.
He's just demented.
- Where are the boys? - Eli!
- Where's Asher? - He'll be here any minute.
Everybody move into the living room.
- Can I get you a drink? - That'd be lovely. Thank you.
You want the usual?
- Alex. - Yeah.
This year. Please. Some real wine.
- Mitchell. - Aw. You don't like...
the kosher wine we serve you. Dad?
You schlep me all the way down here.
At least give me wine that I can drink.
Well. That's a point well taken. Dad.
Would you get me a tequila while you're at it?
She's jumpin'! She's jumpin'! She's...
Stephen.
Grandma. Grandpa!
Give me five.
Now. Eli. This is important.
First...
a quick kick in the shins gets his attention.
Then. Using the palm. Whack!
Smack in the kisser.
Push his nose right into his brain.
Mitchell. What are you telling him?
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Your finish... a knee right in the family jewels.
Mitchell. Please refrain from filling my son's head...
with your blood-and-guts stories.
Every boy should know these things.
Every boy should not know these things.
- Yes. I should. - Yeah!
Not yet. Not yet.
Was he always like this?
Oh. No. Dear.
No. Uncle Stephen was a great navy man.
Very brave. And very dashing in his uniform.
All right. Everybody. Let's come to the table.
Where's Asher?
He's probably hanging out on some street corner.
We'll go ahead and start. He'll join us when he gets here.
- Manners of a caveman. - Mama. You're there.
- Thank you. Mitchell. - What? He should be here.
Not yet. Stephen!
Not yet.
"We thank you. O Lord our God...
"king of the universe...
"who created the fruit of the vine."
Amen.
Only 1927!
Give me a hard-boiled...
This is the bread of our affliction...
and this one is the afikomen.
I will hide the afikomen... and don't you cheat.
"Why is it on all other nights during the year...
"we eat bread or matzo...
"but on this night we eat only matzo?"
- Excuse me. - Now what?
I'm sorry. Son.
Alex. You have to take this now?
This may be an emergency.
Hey. My grandson is reading the four questions!
- Eli. Please. I'm sorry. - No. It's OK.
No. No. No. Go ahead. Start again.
Ignores his duties at the firm for years.
- Now he has to work. - Mitchell. Not now.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
- What did you say? - You heard me.
You're talkin' to me about duty? Dad. I know all about duty.
Duty to my family as well as my work.
- What about me? - Alex. Don't start this.
I mean. Where were you. Huh? I mean. Where were you?
At least I've made an effort to be here.
Eli. Read it like you mean it.
- "Why is this night..." - Hey. Everybody.
Well. At least you got here before Elijah did.
- Uncle Stephen. Pappy. Mom. - Hello. Darling.
Hey. Little man.
- Good to see you. Son. - Good to see you. Too. Dad.
- Glad you could make it. - Yeah. Me. Too.
You want to find out if anybody else would like the last piece?
Would anybody else like this last piece of brisket?
No. Thanks.
At least somebody else here likes the wine.
You're not doing too bad yourself.
Mom. Mean brisket.
It's my best work yet. Isn't it?
It's wonderful.
What is it? Tell me. Stephen. Tell me.
- Is he all right? - He's all right.
He's having a good time.
Abby Staley came back today.
- Who? - What. Honey?
Abby Staley... she came back to class today.
- Who's she? - She did?
- Who did? - This little girl in his class.
She ran away with an older boy. She's twelve years old.
This happens at artsy-fartsy school?
- Kids run away? - Did you talk to her?
No. I don't even like her.
She thinks she's cooler than everybody else in the class.
If she wants to run away. It's OK with me.
You should be a little more compassionate than that.
She's obviously going through a very hard time right now.
Whatever.
Do you ever think about running away?
Sometimes.
I would run away. Too. From such a farkakte school.
- That's helpful. Mitchell. - Come on. Dad. That's enough.
Enough!
He said it.
Good for you.
You want to tell us why you didn't pick up...
your grandmother from dialysis today?
Alex. You promised me you wouldn't say anything.
- It's no big deal. - I think it's a big deal.
Asher. We ask so little of you. We counted on you...
Do you know how serious it is?
Do you have any idea what dialysis is?
Yeah. Dad. I do. As a matter of fact.
Kidney dialysis is the process...
of filtering the accumulated waste products of metabolism...
from the blood of a patient...
whose kidneys aren't functioning properly.
You guys hear that?
If this is too much responsibility for you...
I don't want you fighting over me.
When I was his age...
I supported a wife. A kid...
Oh. That's not true. Dad!
When you were his age. I wasn't even born yet.
All of you. Let it pass! Let it be!
As a matter of fact. I had a very interesting experience...
aFTer I leFT dialysis.
- What happened? - I got in the cab...
and then I went to my mother's old building.
- Why did you do that? - Didn't you go home?
I'm not sure. I just...
I just found myself there.
I think it's a sign.
Honey. What the hell are you talking about?
A sign? What sign?
- Look. Granny. I'm sorry. - Oh. That's all right. Honey.
I'm gonna go drain my dragon.
- Drain his what? - His dragon. Dear.
You can't always run away from consequences. Asher.
Sooner or later. You're going to have to...
Oh. Jesus.
Silent. But violent.
You win! You win! I surrender.
OK. We'll do it your way.
What?
I didn't say you can come in here.
I didn't ask. Man.
So. What's your secret. Bro?
All this ying-yang stuff bring the pootie tang?
What's that mean?
You got yourself a lady friend these days?
None of your business.
Hmm. You pokin' her?
I'm eleven.
Who cares. Man? Tell me you've at least...
slapped the old Gromberg lip-lock on her.
Not yet. But I'm gonna.
That's all right. Man. Come here.
How many girls have you macked so far?
- None. - None?
None?
Now. What's this supposed to be?
It's whatever you think it is.
What does it look like to you?
Like a piece of shit.
Mitchell! He's just being provocative. You know him.
Now he's an art critic.
Hello! What was this place. A paint factory?
Ink factory. Dad.
Strange place to raise kids. Huh?
Four thousand square feet. Supportive parents.
I mean. How bad can it be. Dad?
And that's why Asher is a social misfit.
- Mitchell! - That's it.
Boys. Time for the afikomen!
Forty-nine years... I don't know how you do it.
That's not fair. He's been through a lot this past year.
This year isn't any different than any other year.
He's still a ballbuster. Except this year...
it's more difficult for him to enunciate his insults.
When are you gonna learn to ignore...
the things you don't like about him...
and embrace the things you do?
He loves you.
Well. He sure has a funny way of showing it.
Alex. He's not gonna be around forever.
Found it! Wow. A thousand dollars.
What?
One for me and one for Asher.
Wow! Aren't you the lucky boy?
Thank Granny and Pappy for being so unbelievably generous.
- Thanks. Granny. - You're welcome. Honey.
Hey. My boy. My boy.
I wish you and Alex would stop.
What? Jeez.
They're waltzing. Mitchell.
Look at that.
Isn't that glorious?
I can't remember the last time we danced together.
Hey. We're gonna still see the end of the game.
I thought this night would never end.
- What? - Uncle Stephen.
Oh. Jesus. "Enough! Eno..."
- Do you think Asher was stoned? - No.
I don't know. It's hard to tell. Isn't it?
He's always like that.
I don't like what's happening with him.
- I feel like we're losing him. - He's twenty-one. Honey.
I wish he would talk to us.
I wish both of them would talk to us.
I mean. What's with this?
What's going on in that little head of his?
It's not that complicated.
He's asking for a $10 raise each week with his allowance.
An 11-year-old boy? You don't think this is a bit absurd?
Absolutely. It's a highball number.
That's not what I mean.
I mean our son presented us with a spreadsheet.
It's not about finances. Alex.
It's about our son... both of them...
feeling comfortable talking to us.
We're comfortable.
- What do you mean? - Talking to each other.
Well. Yeah.
- Compared to most couples. - Yeah.
Yeah.
Good night. Sweetie.
Hey. Watch where you're going!
- On your right! - On your leFT!
Oh. I'm so sorry! Sir. Are you OK. Sir?
- Are you all right. Sir? - Would you like to sit down?
Would you like a smack in the kisser?
- Get off of me. - Sorry.
How was your walk. Mr. Gromberg?
- Hi. - Hi.
I can't figure out this damn e-mail.
It looks like Eli sent me something...
but I can't figure out how to reply.
Use a pen.
Mitchell?
I fell.
Are you all right?
Evelyn. Let me give you some good advice...
never get old.
- Hiya. Becky. Sweetheart. - Hi. Honey.
I know you want to wish Eli good luck...
since you can't be here. Here he is.
Hi. Dad.
Eli. You go get 'em. All right?
Thanks. Dad. Here's mom.
I got all your roses. Darling. It was very extravagant.
Happy anniversary. Sweetheart.
Twenty-two years. Huh? Twenty-two.
Happy anniversary to you. Too.
I'll see you later. Bye.
OK. See you tonight.
I love you.
Deb...
"a little rent strike"?
This is not a little rent strike.
This is a goddamn uprising.
You can handle it. Just be yourself.
Myself? Oh. You're talking about that knee-jerk liberal...
who hasn't been above 86th Street in years.
- Senor Gromberg. - I gotta go. Deb. Thank you.
So. Together. We will succeed...
not only in getting your heat and hot water back on...
- What did you say to them? - I don't know.
I just asked them how they felt about hot showers.
I guess they like them.
Yay. Eli!
What you got. Man? What you got. Drew?
What you got. Dawg? What you got. Dawg?
All right. You ready for this. Man? You ready for this?
Come on. Admit it. Dawg. You checking out my ass?
You like this? Watch this. Watch this.
Sub! Sub!
Oh. You are such a sad boy.
Come here.
Excuse me.
I tell you. Man.
Punk ass hit me with the body. Sheesh.
Looked like a foul to me.
What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?
Didn't feel like going to class today. I guess.
What. I can't cut class? What about you?
This is your fiFTh time this semester.
At least someone's counting.
I couldn't care less how many classes you cut.
You're the one wasting the tuition. Not me.
Yeah. Well. looks like I'm going to have to cough up...
another year's worth.
I just got a letter from the registrar...
and they want me to stick around for another year.
You know. My grades are the pits. So whatever.
I'm sorry. Asher.
Yeah. It's all good.
What'd you expect?
- Shit. I'm late. I got to go. - All right.
Give me your hand.
- What? - Your hand. Fool.
OK.
What's this?
- My digits. - OK.
- Call me. - I will.
Maybe.
This is so high school.
Oh. Are you going to pretend nothing ever happened?
Nothing did. You know. Happen.
What is that. The Bill Clinton defense?
Because I could've sworn something happened. You know?
Why don't you just finish me off?
Suzie. Suzie. I am so flattered. OK?
- Oh. Good. - But we got to let this go.
Because. The truth is. Guilt is stronger than lust.
I was so proud of you. You did so good.
Let's put this right here...
so Dad can't miss it when he comes in. OK?
Wonderful. I'm starving.
Eli. Dad and I talked about your allowance request.
We have no problem giving you more money.
We know you'll spend it wisely.
We just wish that you'd let us know...
a little bit more of what you're thinking...
in words.
- You know what I mean? - Whatever.
I just want you to know...
that you can talk to us about anything...
anything at all. Whatever's on your mind.
There's nothing you can say that will upset us.
Understood?
Do you and Dad ever sixty-nine?
Will it be the usual. Mr. Gromberg?
- The usual. - All right.
- And for you. Mrs. Gromberg? - She'll have the usual.
What's good tonight. Bruno?
Well. Tonight... tonight. We have the osso buco.
Very nice. Served with potatoes and broccoli.
We have a veal chop cooked in a marsala wine... very lovely.
I'll just have the usual as well.
Oh. Good decision.
At least I entertain the idea of trying something new...
a concept that you've never grasped.
Let's do presents.
Oh. Maybe there's a job offer for our oldest son in here.
Oh. Boy. Huh? I could only hope.
Wait a minute. Ladies first.
I may be a selfish. Money-grubbing lawyer...
but I am still a gentleman.
God knows where you learned that from.
- My mother. Of course. - Of course.
It's on order. It's got automatic button-holing...
auto-embroidery. Auto-eroticism.
This little puppy can do everything.
It's called a Pfaff.
A sewing machine.
I...
Thank you.
All right. Now. Wait. Is this a schmucky thing to do?
- No. No. No. No. - You always talked about...
wanting to design your own clothes. Didn't you?
- I did. Didn't I? - Yeah.
Thank you. Honey.
Gosh. I don't know when I'll find the time...
but. You know. I will. I'll make the time.
Open yours.
Ooh. I think I may be the winner this year.
This is feeling awfully light... awfully light.
Cashmere. Ooh. Now. What did I do to deserve this?
Oh. Well. I have no idea.
Look under the socks.
- Florence? - I thought that we both...
could use a little Florence.
A second honeymoon.
Honey. Thank you. Thanks a lot.
Shit.
- Barney. - Go ahead. Go take it.
Nah. The hell with him.
I've taken up a new case.
The martine account wasn't enough for you?
A pro bono.
I'm working on a rent strike in Harlem.
Oh. Honey.
That's the best thing I've heard you say in months.
Asher.
Asher? Asher!
Oh. Oh. What's up? Hey. Yo. Let her in. Man.
Hey. Come on.
- By the way... - What's that?
- It's Katie. - I know that. Sweetie.
I'm just reminding you... for the morning.
Can I ask you something?
Anything you want. Katie.
Whose number is that?
That? That number right there...
is a number for the burn unit at the mount Sinai Hospital.
You know. In case it gets a little bit too steamy tonight.
What the hell's going on here. Alex?
Prostitution. Drugs. Rock and roll.
We just got a call from Waxman over at martine.
Yeah? How's his lisp these days?
- Have you gone wacko? - Could you excuse us. Please?
Not that I'm aware of. No.
You just took opposing counsel against a client of ours.
- What do you mean? - What do I mean?
Do the words "due diligence" ring a bell?
That project that you just flew into...
with your goddamn pro bono cape flapping all over the place...
happens to be owned and run by martine.
They're threatening to switch counsel.
That's a $9 million account for this firm... 9 million.
They are breaking the law. Barney.
Morning. Barney.
- What's this? - They're called pupusas.
They're from Rosario.
Must I remind you that our currency...
does not come in the form of tortillas?
Pupusas.
You have been taken off the martine account.
Given the facts. That probably makes the best sense.
Might as well take me off everything.
- What was that? - Nothing.
Look. Alex. Just because you thumbed your nose...
at becoming a partner doesn't mean...
you don't have obligations to this firm.
This is too big a screw-up to ignore...
even for the founding partner's son. Yeah.
Oh. Shit. Dad.
Alex. It's Asher returning your call.
Hey. Ash. Where'd I catch you?
I'm in the library.
Oh. What'd they do. Roll a couple of kegs in there?
No. Dad. I'm just doing a little writing.
Oh. That's good. That's good.
You know. I'd love to read something you write...
whenever it feels OK.
That's fantastic. Dad. I appreciate that.
How's that job hunt coming?
Listen. Dad. I'm late for class...
Ash. Ash. That's not the reason I called you.
I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the game tonight.
I got a couple of tickets. You know?
Thought we'd have a couple beers.
I can't. OK?
Ash. I'm talking about the Yankees... box seats.
Listen. Dad. I can't go. All right?
I'm sorry. I'll give you a call back.
What the hell?
Hey. I'm watching the Yankees. Turn that thing off.
Let's go.
Up. We're going to dance.
- Are you out of your mind? - Just about.
That's why you're going to turn off that damn box...
and dance with me.
Off. Mitchell. That's not off.
And if I tried
I still couldn't hide my love for you
I wanted to see that game. Too.
- Hold me. - I am holding you.
No. You fool.
Hold me like you love me.
There. That's better.
You went away
And my heart
Went with you
I speak your name
In my every prayer
If there's some other way
To prove that I love you
I'm sure I don't know how
You'll never know
If you don't know now
It's good. Isn't it?
So. How you doing. Buddy? Everything OK?
Yeah. The game's good.
I didn't mean just the game.
The food's good.
No. I mean...
how's your life going. Eli?
Anything you want to ask the old man?
Now's your chance. And I've had...
a little bit of experience. You know?
No. I'm good.
Charge!
I was thinking a nightgown...
in that mercerized Egyptian cotton.
Oh. Lots of pictures appear.
Slinky. Yeah.
It moved. This is great. OK. Let me get a pen...
because I don't want to forget this.
I want to write this down. Wait a minute.
Hang on. Hang on. Hang on. Hang on.
Let's see.
Comfortable...
talking!
Evelyn! Ninth inning. Get in here.
Lousy game.
They should've yanked that pitcher in the third inning.
That was a big mistake... a big mistake.
Your bath is ready!
And I'm ready. Too.
Hey. Hey. You can't take a bath in your clothes.
Get up.
Jeez.
Get up. Woman.
Oh. No. No. No.
Don't you dare do that.
Get up. Woman.
Goddamn. Evelyn. Get up!
Get up.
Get up. Evelyn. Get up. Get up.
Well. We were wondering what happened to you.
I thought you'd give public transportation a break...
come out with your family today.
I always take the train.
I know you like the train. Dad. Somebody would've picked you up.
Or I would've come and picked you up.
Where's Uncle Stephen?
He's in bad shape.
The doctor wouldn't let him come.
Hey. What are all these cars doing on my place?
They're friends of mom's. Come to pay their last respects.
When I think of my mother...
I think of her posture...
the way that she carried herself through life.
She was upright...
with dignity. Always.
And those laser eyes of hers...
seeing right through you.
One look from her...
and she knew what the truth was. Whatever the situation was.
When I think of my mother...
I think of the word "grace."
That was a word that was invented for her.
She set the standard...
in loyalty...
family pride...
and love.
And she taught me well...
in what to look for when choosing a wife.
So. Mom. I thank you.
Hey. What the hell are you doing?
I got to pick up some stuff in town.
I thought I'd take it for a ride.
What's the matter with your kraut car?
- It's Japanese. Dad. - Still the enemy.
We're not at war anymore. Remember?
They're not the enemy. They may be yours.
My brother lost his legs because of some Nazi bastards.
I know that. All I want to do is just take it for a spin.
Nobody else drives this Chevy but me.
Fine. Fine.
You just keep your precious car.
You shouldn't be driving a goddamn shopping cart...
better yet a '55 Chevy.
Are you all right. Mitchell?
No.
Was everything the way you wanted it?
The service?
Not very religious.
You're standing on one leg.
What?
An old prophet was once asked...
"Can you tell me the meaning of religion...
"standing on one leg?"
And what did he say?
Do unto others...
as you would have them do unto you.
That's my belief.
We must be nice to people.
And are you?
God. No.
Did you get the bread?
Yeah.
Do you believe in doing unto others...
as you would have them do unto you?
What?
Your father does.
My father believes you do to others before they do to you.
Sorry. Dad. I couldn't resist that.
Isn't it time you learned how. Alex...
at least occasionally. To resist?
What do you want to eat. Mitchell?
Fish.
We have whitefish. And we have lox.
Fresh fish.
We don't have any fresh.
We have a lake.
Well. Why don't you and Alex...
take the boat out and go catch a fish?
Now?
Rebecca. This is ridiculous.
I need a partner to row the boat.
You and me both.
Your father needs a partner.
Asher!
Ah. Jesus.
Your father's asking for your company.
Rebecca. What is the problem?
Fish don't like that.
I got a call from Jim Lindsay the other day. Dad.
What's he calling you about?
He said he saw a guy out here...
who was assessing the property on your instructions.
So? Testing the market.
- Testing the market? - Yeah.
Does that mean you're trying to sell the house?
Why do you care?
What do you mean? I love this house.
It's got mom's memories all over there.
Why the hell would you even think about...
You never even come up here anymore.
We used to come here all the time. And we will again.
Why wouldn't you have the decency to tell me?
Maybe Rebecca and I...
would like to take over ownership of the property.
I'm not asking you to give it to me. Dad.
God forbid. We'd write you a check.
Hey. Dad. Could you chill out? You're scaring my bites.
Asher. Don't hold the pole like that.
Dad. Please. Let's stop with the "moby Dick" crap. All right?
Just leave Asher out of this whole thing.
Dad. I don't need your help.
I'm not gonna have you bringing Asher...
into what happened to me when I was growing up. Dad.
- Is that so? - That's so. Dad. Enough. OK?
Your wife died. I've lost my mother.
That's enough. OK? Just... enough.
OK. Everybody. Group hug. Come on.
Don't be a smart ass. OK? I wasn't talking to you.
Stop trying to make everybody cry with you all the time.
I'm sick of that.
Some men cry inside.
That's what I'm saying. Pappy.
Not everybody's a soggy cracker like you. Dad.
Holy shit! I got a fish. Man!
Good going. He got it.
Look at that thing!
It's a big one.
I know. It's a big one. Oh. Shit.
- The net. - Where's the net?
- Hurry up. Dad! - Get it up!
- Use your hands! - I got it!
I've got him. I've got him. OK?
OK. Here we go. All right.
What the hell you doing. Man? Damn! Tell me you didn't just...
Schmuck!
- What the hell? - You had it in your hand!
I'm sorry. OK?
I'm sorry!
Let's see if we can get another one. Schmuck.
Mean brisket. Mom.
I had nothing to do with it.
What's Pappy doing? Can you see him?
Watching TV.
How can you just sit there?
Go get him.
- Dad... - Not hungry.
I'm sorry about the fish and everything.
If you change your mind. We'd love you to join us.
I finally get it all the way into the boat...
and what does my father do? He drops the slippery sucker.
Are you upset about your grandmother?
- Asher? - Yeah. I'm here.
You want to talk about it?
No. Not particularly.
I'm really sorry.
Yeah. I know.
So. What are you doing aFTer graduation?
Doing that Eurorail...
"Get on the train with Americans...
"who look exactly like you" thing?
I have a job.
Of course you do.
I'm actually starting at the end of July.
I'm going to be an editorial assistant.
What about you?
AFTer my fiFTh year? I have no idea.
Can I ask you a personal question?
I don't deal with death very well. So...
Are you wearing any exciting undergarments?
Christ. Asher.
Does death always make you this horny?
I don't know. This is my first death.
Oh. Pappy!
Hello?
Yeah. No. It's my grandfather.
Look. I better get going. OK?
- Peg? - Yeah?
I'm glad I called.
Me. Too.
I'll talk to you later.
- Who was that? - Just a lady friend.
You schtupping her?
No. Actually. Not yet.
Why the hell not?
Let me give you a quick pointer.
When you're ready to close the deal...
get up. Put on your shoes and leave.
What do you mean?
Just what I said.
Put on your shoes and walk through the door.
That's your pointer?
Hey. Mark my words.
She'll come back when you least expect it.
I know he thinks he can handle it alone...
but mom. She did everything for him.
What happens if he has another stroke?
Breaks one of his hips?
Becca. What is this? What?
Look what the tooth fairy leFT for you.
Oh. Jesus.
- I tried to wait. I really did. - Oh. My God. Oh. Jesus. No.
I loved your mother very much. And I know you did. Too...
but she of all people would understand...
that I couldn't go through the motions any longer.
- Honey. I know this looks bad... - Bad?
But it is not what you think.
Oh. Bad!
I have been acting like a crazy person for the last two days...
carrying around another woman's panties...
wondering what the hell to do with this!
This is nothing. It's nothing.
Nothing? Don't tell me it's nothing!
Bec! Bec! Bec!
This is definitely something. Alex!
Whatever the hell it is. It's something!
And it's got lace all over it!
Nothing happened. I'm washing dishes...
in the soup kitchen. This woman comes up...
- I don't want the details! - I'm telling the truth!
How did her frigging panties end up in your pocket?
I don't know.
All right.
All right. Let's say that...
nothing happened. Just like you said.
Did you want something to happen...
with this woman. Alex? Did you?
That's all I needed to know.
Rebecca. I can't do this right now.
I don't expect you to. But it's out there now...
and we're gonna have to deal with it.
You OK. Little man?
It's so retarded.
It's OK. Don't worry. Man.
Mom and Dad'll kiss and make up before tomorrow morning.
As gross as that sounds.
It's not mom and Dad. It's dancing.
What?
Dancing.
There's a school dance on Wednesday.
Yuck. It's stupid.
I don't get why anyone would want to do that.
Isn't your lady friend gonna be there?
You remember.
The one you wanted to slap the ol' Gromberg lip lock on?
Whatever.
Man. Sixth grade dance.
The spring fling.
If anything's gonna go down. That's where it's gonna happen.
Trust me. I got your back on that one.
Yeah. Whatever.
She has a nose ring.
The runaway?
That's your girlfriend?
It's Abby. Thank you very much.
No shit.
I'm impressed. Wow. Man.
What's wrong with a nose ring anyways?
It's in her nose.
I think I miss her.
Who. That little punk chick?
No. Granny.
Yeah.
I miss her. Too. Eli.
You'll never know
Just how much
I miss you
You'll never know
Just how much
I care
And if I try
I still couldn't hide my love for you
Alex!
In the doghouse. Huh?
Don't ask. Dad.
Let's go for a ride.
What?
You can drive.
I had a thought.
What if you and Rebecca took over the deed?
Which deed?
"Which deed." The deed to the house.
Just thought about that. Huh?
Wonder what made you think of that.
- Pull over. - Lf you just hold onto it...
there's a gas station up on route 9.
I don't have to pee. Please pull over.
Right here.
Dad? Dad?
Dad. You OK?
I met your mother here.
I thought you met in law school.
No. I met her...
right there. Bake sale.
I bought a piece of poppy seed cake.
Went in to get another just to see her again.
I must have had six slices...
before I had the nerve to ask her to go out.
Your mother was the best thing...
that ever happened in my life.
I can hardly breathe without her.
You know. For thirty years...
every Friday I took the express...
from Grand Central.
I used to love that train ride.
Spending some time alone with my dad.
Your mother liked to drive up on her own...
so we'd greet each other fresh for the weekend.
The train would roll in. I'd step out...
and there she was. Waiting for me.
Always.
Rebecca and I are in some trouble.
Did you hear what I said?
Now what did you do wrong?
She thinks I'm having an affair.
With another woman?
Yeah. Dad. With another woman.
It doesn't surprise me.
What do you mean. It doesn't surprise you?
You never had a real sense of follow-through.
See? I mean. That's it. I'm trying to talk to you...
and you can't have one minute go by...
without trying to insult me?
I'm just telling it like it is.
Like it is or how you'd like to see it?
Just because your old man was a cold-hearted prick...
doesn't mean that you and I got to be that way. Dad.
Why is it that whatever I do...
I always feel like it's not enough.
I always feel like I'm coming up short. Dad.
Why? What is that?
Why. Dad?
What. Mom's not here to defend you...
you don't know what to say?
She was always ready to serve you.
When she was here. She was excusing...
Stop.
Don't talk about your mother like that.
I will talk about her any way I want...
because she is my mother. And. Dad...
you're my father.
Couldn't you just at least...
have a little bit of approval about my life?
Is that really going to kill you...
just to give me maybe that much?
What? What do you want me to say?
That I love you?
You know. I'm not like your mother.
I can't say everything out loud.
It doesn't mean I don't.
And I love you. Too. Dad.
I'm not always proud of my behavior.
Nobody is. Nobody.
And. Alex. You're a much better father than I was.
Thank you.
But you didn't exactly set the bar all that high.
Come on. Let's go home.
To the side if you're gonna stop. Please!
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
- Sweet! - There we go.
- You know what your problem is? - What's my problem?
You're not confused.
It's painfully obvious that you're...
That I'm what? Paralyzed by the fear of failure?
As long as you're aware of it.
- I couldn't sleep at night. - Oh. No?
I guess we're different.
- Why do you care? - Why do I care?
'Cause you're acting like a pussy. That's why.
And I don't like hanging out with pussies.
Pussy?
What are you doing?
- Wait. Wait. Wait. - What? What's wrong?
Wait. Wait.
What? Do I have B.O.? That's not fair.
I didn't get a chance to shower.
I was running all over the place.
- I don't want to ruin this. - I'm sorry?
I just think what we have going right now is so good.
I don't want to rush it.
Are you high?
No. I just think we should respect the connection.
It's a game.
No. I'm serious.
I'll call you later. OK?
Can I call you later?
Yeah.
OK.
Mr. Gromberg.
Are you OK. Sir?
The usual.
- Yes. Sir. - Thank you.
Abby Staley.
Hey. Eli. You want to go get a drink?
No. I'm good.
All right. Talk to you later.
- Hey. - What?
How come you're just standing here?
How come you look like a banker?
I don't know.
My dad bought me this.
I like your bracelets.
Do you? Or are you making a dick of yourself...
being nice to the runaway?
No. I do. They're nice.
Do you dance?
Here? No.
But I would get the hell out of here.
So. How did Eli look for the dance tonight?
If you had been here to see him off...
maybe you wouldn't have to ask.
A little early for bed tonight. Isn't it?
Excuse me.
How long are you going to keep freezing me out?
I don't know.
I need time. All right?
Bec. I am sorry. I am so sorry.
So am I.
I'm sorry and sad and exhausted!
Oh. God. Just...
talk to Barney.
It's my father.
Oh. Better!
Yes. Dad.
What?
If you would just sign here. And that should do it.
Your late brother's remains...
are now officially in your custody.
Are now officially in your custody.
My deepest condolences.
Thank you.
I'm assuming you've made suitable arrangements?
Don't worry.
We will see that he gets a fitting burial.
Asher!
What's up. Man?
Prolific.
Just waiting on my muse.
She's a bit tardy this evening. No?
Or should I say this semester?
She'll be here. Man. She'll be here.
As we await her arrival...
how about we do a little drinky-poo?
Jeez. Pappy was right.
- What? - Nothing. What's up?
I could hear you all the way down in the lobby.
It's really loud.
This is my buddy from down the hall.
Don't be fooled by his fancy grammar.
He's really kind of a slimeball.
Malik. This is Peg.
It's a great pleasure to meet you.
See what I'm saying?
I thought I'd surprise you.
It's a nice surprise.
- Chablis 2002. - Boxed wine.
I liked the rectangular element.
- I'll take it. - Take a seat.
So. What have you guys been up to?
Cramming.
Yeah.
For what. Chemistry?
Well. Perhaps you'd like to try an experiment or two.
You wouldn't lead me astray. Would you?
No. No way.
No way.
Welcome to my laboratory.
- I'm gonna get the sodas. - Get me a Pepsi.
I don't think the graphics were better.
Hey. look! Check it out!
Over there! Let's get 'em!
- Abby Staley! - With a pet!
Quick. It's Shea! Let's go! Out the back gate!
Where the hell are you going? Come here!
Leave me alone!
What. You don't like me anymore. Abby?
- You're a good kid. Aren't you? - Leave him alone!
What. He can't speak for himself?
Leave him alone. You shithead.
You believe the language?
Sixth grade gutter whore.
You think I wouldn't find you?
That's your little game. Huh. Abby?
Leave me alone. My brother will beat the shit out of you.
That's for your brother.
- Leave her alone. Shithead! - Get him!
You little rat!
Shit! He broke my Tony Hawk! Damn it!
He broke my goddamn board!
Go get her! Come on!
Get up!
- Get 'em! - Come on!
Come on! Let's go!
- Come on! - You all right. Shea?
Please be careful. Can you handle it?
Yeah. I got it.
I think so.
OK. We'll put him in the bow.
Now. Watch out for the ledge right there.
Yeah. Dad. Where's the bow?
Right in here.
Shit. My back. Christ. My back.
Dad. What are you doing? You could hurt yourself.
Someone has to do it.
Dad. This is absurd. This is totally absurd.
It is not.
He lived by the sea. Now he dies by the sea.
This is not a sea. Dad.
This is Lake Winnipac. It's not the Atlantic.
It's a sailor's sky tonight.
He was in the navy. Dad. He wasn't a Viking.
This is what he always wanted.
This is what he gets.
Dad. We got neighbors here. OK?
The hell with them!
Jesus.
Dad?
I'm fine. I'm fine.
He held on for a while. Didn't he?
The only way he knew how.
You could have learned a thing or two from him.
No. I did.
I learned how to tie 36 different ship knots.
The hell with knots.
The man had character.
You could have learned that from him.
I tried to learn that from you.
I'm getting blisters.
Let's go over here.
So. How come you hang out with that asshole morgan Cooper?
I don't know.
How come you ran away with that guy?
I don't know. Thought he was cool. I guess.
Was he?
No.
Where'd you go?
Cape Cod.
Why'd you come back?
I don't know. Guess I got bored.
Were you homesick?
Hell. No.
I don't know.
Maybe. A little.
I get homesick when I go to camp.
That's 'cause camp sucks.
Are your parents as boring and angry...
and always screaming at each other like mine?
Kind of.
Do they never talk to you like mine?
No. My parents are always talking to me.
They ask me questions whenever they can.
You're lucky.
No. I'm not. You're lucky.
It's OK.
You really do like it.
How come you haven't tried to kiss me?
What? I don't know.
Do you want to?
I don't know.
'Cause. Like. You can. You know. If you want to.
No. Thank you.
OK.
Go. Asher.
Break it down. Asher.
Go. Asher. Go. Asher.
Police!
What's going on here? What's all this noise?
Asher! Asher!
Where the hell do you think you're going?
What are you doing?
Against the wall.
Spread your legs. Spread your legs.
Asher!
I'm so sorry. Peg.
I'll give you something to be sorry about.
My keys. My keys.
Asher.
What have you gotten into?
What's happening?
Hey. No talking.
Jesus.
Jesus. Man. What are you doing?
I can't believe I trusted you.
Closet back here?
No. I don't know. It's not mine.
Yeah. Right.
Let's get this out of the way.
Move that thing.
You got a key for this?
No. I told you. I've never used it before.
Come on. Get something... anything.
Give me the door lock.
Asher.
Oh. My God.
Holy shit.
Jackpot.
How about this for a noise complaint?
Wow. We're looking at fiFTeen years here.
What do you think? There must be eight plants in here.
I don't want anything to do with you ever again.
Peg. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble.
I'll do something. I promise.
I can see the headlines now...
"Father and son burn uncle in makeshiFT Viking funeral.
"Wife and children shamed."
Is this legal. Dad?
All right. So what do we do?
We say something or...
It's not about words.
I'm sorry. Of course. You've done this before.
It's about this man's connection with the sea.
It's not about you or me...
or words of grace.
Push it to the water line.
All right.
Now...
when I say. "Ahoy"...
give it a big shove out to sea.
Aye. Aye. Captain.
Sorry. Dad.
Look. We don't have to do this. You know that.
We're doing it.
Ahoy. Ahoy!
We got to go. Dad.
Dad. Dad. Come on. We got to go.
Dad. We got to go.
Thank you. Alex.
Thank you.
You know. We could go to jail.
If we're lucky. We might be cellmates.
Yeah. Hi. Honey.
What?
Bec. Is he OK? Where is he?
They're processing his papers. They had to fingerprint him.
Oh. Jesus.
He'll probably get off. The little sneak.
The police didn't have a warrant.
- Thank God. - He's always getting off.
That's part of the problem. Alex.
It can't go on like this any longer.
Look at us. Can you believe this?
You OK?
I'm still here. Aren't I?
Asher. Honey.
I didn't know the shit was there. Mom. I swear.
Save it. Asher. Do you realize how serious this is?
I'm so sorry. Dad.
I'm sorry. Too. Buddy.
I'm sorry. Too.
Oh. God.
Asher. Do you know you could've gotten...
up to fiFTeen years for this?
I'm such a screw-up.
You're not. You are not a screw-up.
- Yes. I am. - You're not.
Does Pappy have to see me this way?
Everything's screwed up. Dad.
Everything's shit. Dad.
I was with this girl who was there.
She didn't do anything.
I don't know where she is. She's going to hate me now.
This just gets better and better.
It's OK. It's OK.
You have to help her. Please. Dad.
We got to make sure she's all right.
It's all right. Asher. We'll take care of her.
Don't worry about her. She'll be all right.
There was no search warrant. Thank God.
It's OK.
And I've also screwed up with school. Mom.
I'm going to have to go back for another year.
You're failing your senior year?
My life is shit!
You're a bright kid. For God's sake.
I just couldn't do it. I couldn't get into it.
What the hell can you do? Sell drugs?
Now. Wait a minute. Let's face this. All right?
We have all been in our own little worlds. Haven't we?
It's going to stop right now.
We're a family. We're going to figure this out together.
Figure what out? This? And school and...
And everything else. That's right.
Asher. You're not a kid anymore.
You got to find out what is important in your life...
what do you love. And you let nothing get in the way of it.
Asher. Listen to your father.
He knows what he's talking about.
Oh. God.
Who's calling you now?
I don't know. This is probably a patient.
Hello.
- Mrs. Gromberg? - Yes.
This is mrs. Hodgson. Is Eli with you?
What?
He disappeared from the dance tonight...
Is he in there?
Yeah.
You are staying here with us tonight.
I don't want you out of my sight.
Where should I sleep?
Why don't you sleep in your old room with Eli?
We've got a lot of talking to do.
But in the morning.
I couldn't take one more surprise tonight.
Good night. Honey.
I'm going to bed.
- Good night. Mom. - Good night. Boys.
What about me?
What about you?
Where do I sleep?
Couch.
What are you doing?
I was getting in bed with my wife.
Are you out of your mind? Aren't things confusing enough?
We have two kids. Both of them weird.
Very weird. Alex.
One of them is a drug dealer. And the other one is...
What's Eli? He's what?
I don't know what the other one is.
But. Alex. Do you want to work at this?
- Yes. - Really work at this?
Yes. I do. Yes.
Will you see her again?
No. I'm not... I wasn't seeing her.
Look. Rebecca. I got sidetracked...
with the office and the soup kitchen...
and I wasn't paying attention.
Life... it's always getting in the way of us. Isn't it?
Yeah.
- The couch. - Rebecca.
The couch.
- Alex? - Yeah.
In the morning. There are three things you can do.
You can get our son a good lawyer...
find us a marriage counselor...
and you can wash the dishes...
in our kitchen.
I love you. Bec. Good night.
I love you. Too.
What the hell are you doing. Dad?
Insulin.
Your mother used to do this.
You going to be comfortable here?
In the war. I slept in blood-filled trenches.
Hope you don't mind if I join you.
No. You take this couch.
Thanks. Dad.
Still in the doghouse?
Well. Dad. I thought we'd relive my childhood.
You know. All those nights we went out camping together.
Yeah. I remember.
- Oh. Yeah. In your dreams. - You were a pain in the ass.
Yeah. We had a lot of nights out together. Didn't we. Dad?
You should've seen him. He was. Like. Seven feet tall.
Huge. Like The Rock. When he swung his board at me...
I just put my fist right through it.
Broke it in half... A Tony Hawk. Too.
And when he got up. He charged at me.
But I just went like this. And I kicked him in the shin.
Then I went...
right in his mug. Laid him out.
Smack in the kisser.
Good night. Boys!
Good night. Eli!
Good night. Pappy. Good night. Dad.
Night. Dad. Night. Pappy.
Good night. Mom.
Night. Mom.
Good night.
You'll never know
How much I love you
How many verses do you know. Dad?
It's a lullaby that puts me to sleep.
It's keeping me awake.
Bro.
What's that bracelet all about?
You get that for taking care of your lady?
No. Man. That's a good thing. Buddy.
I wish I had done the same.
I'll never find
I never could hide
I guess I'm not the father I thought I was.
I got one kid who could be in the can.
And the other one...
There's something about him. I don't know what it is.
You know. When we were kids. Stephen and I...
we got in trouble with the cops.
Really? You never told me. What for?
Selling booze that fell off a truck.
We did OK. Too.
Dad. I'm thinking about leaving the firm.
I want to try public office again.
I've waited ten years to hear you say that.
Really?
Maybe this time you'll vote for me?
Not a chance in hell.
Dad. You're not planning on this becoming...
a permanent arrangement. Are you?
Don't worry.
The doctor says I've only got a few good years.
Don't worry.
You'll never know
Just how much I miss you
You'll never know
Just how much I care
And if I tried
I still couldn't hide
my love for you
You ought to know
For haven't I told you so
A million or more times
You went away
And my heart went with you
I speak your name
In my every prayer
If there is some other way
To prove that I love you
I swear I don't know how
You'll never know
If you don't know now
You went away
And my heart went with you
I speak your name
In my every prayer
If there is some other way
To prove that I love you
I swear I don't know how
You'll never know
If you don't know now
If there is some other way
To prove that I love you
I swear I don't know how
You'll never know
If you don't know now