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Anything else?

Yeah.

Tell me when

you don't like her.

When she forgets

she's a mom.

Look, Chris,

I've enjoyed speaking to you.

Chris? And I think that

it would probably be...

a good idea if we did

this again sometime.

What do you think?

Anything beats

sitting around in class...

with Smethurst the worst.

Hey, Chris,

no more blades, OK?

OK.

- And send your buddy in here.

- OK.

You owe me one, Fidel.

Run, run!

Move, move, move!

Run, Tracy, run!

Run!

Go back, go back!

What?

Come on, Tracy!

Out!

You dumb son of a b*tch!

Will you throw home?

Come on, Tracy!

Hi, smoothie.

I thought you said

I was a hot dog.

My mom's team is playing

like a bunch of bozos.

How about a smoothie?

- Sure.

- On the house.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

My boss is making me

cut back on the fruit.

- How do you like it?

- Delicious.

Oh, please.

This is your first time

in public?

Thought if you could wear this,

we could go steady.

I just don't want

all the other guys...

thinking that

you're not my girl.

Hey, ump!

Jetty, what the hell

are you doing?

Come on, Oakley,

move your omelets.

- Hi, honey.

- Hi, Mom.

- How's business?

- It's fine, I guess.

I'd like you

to meet my friend Joe.

Joe, this is my son

Christopher.

Hello, Christopher. Your mom's

said nice things about you.

Yeah.

That's pretty much her job.

She's my mom.

Will you please step back?

I have to put the hatch down.

Well, hurry up

so we can scoot, Chris.

OK.

I'll catch you later.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Give me a break

tonight, Chris.

You mean to start

seeing that guy?

Maybe.

What happens when Dad

comes back and catches you?

Catches me doing what,

talking to another man?

Yeah.

Well, I don't think

it'd be any worse...

than having you catch me,

do you?

Seriously, Mom.

I want to talk about this.

Honey, the reason your daddy

and I got divorced...

was he couldn't

talk to me anymore.

I figured once I let him

have the divorce...

that I'd be allowed

to talk to other men.

Well, Buggs

and Termina's parents...

didn't talk to each other

for a year...

and they got back together.

That's because they were

only separated, Chris.

I mean,

when you're divorced...

it means you're just not

interested in trying anymore.

Honey, we talked

about this already.

Well, what's the point

of getting married...

when you can crap out

any time you want?

Well, I guess there really

isn't much point.

Come on, Rebel. Come on, boy.

- Bye.

- Come on.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

You better get two.

OK.

Hey, Emmett,

if Louis shows up...

tell him me and Oakley went

to catch Tracy's new act.

- What act?

- All right.

Oh, hi. I didn't see you.

Get it in the hole.

I'm getting it in the hole.

OK. Get it tight.

OK.

You up for a little nose action?

- Yeah.

- OK.

- Oh, boy.

- Steady.

Yep.

Oh, man.

Oh, monster.

And at one buck a "G,"

for free.

- Ready?

- Blast off, baby!

Great!

Isn't she great?

Tracy!

Tracy!

Turn 'em on, Trace!

Come on!

Oh, great.

I was real mad at Mom,

but real sad, too.

What made Mom so crazy...

that she'd put a song

on the jukebox...

and moon a bunch of drunks?

I hitched a ride

with some lady on a Harley.

She told me to hang on tight.

Then she put my hands

on her tits.

I kept them there,

but didn't squeeze.

Thanks a lot.

It was all screwed up.

Deep down, I wanted just to bury

my head on Mom's shoulder...

forget about how we lived

and why Dad was gone.

Hey, mister,

could you give me a ride?

- Where do you want to go?

- North Miami.

OK, kid.

Thanks a lot.

Man is about

to launch himself...

on a trip to the moon...

with the expectation

of landing there...

man going to the moon

aboard that Saturn rocket.

The rocket will go...

will put the men into orbit...

115 miles above the earth...

for one and a half orbits...

and then the third stage

will put them...

on their way toward the moon.

- Excuse me.

- Yes.

I'm looking

for a Lieutenant John Cross.

He's my dad.

I think you want to talk

to the groundskeeper.

Groundskeeper?

He's usually

in the vegetable garden...

at this time of the day,

so just go through the arch...

and turn to the left.

You'll find him.

OK. Thanks.

Dad?

Dad?

Remember me?

Dad...

I need your help.

But you and I know

her stripping's not right.

I only know one thing.

The kingdom of God

lies within each of us.

When you experience

that kingdom...

then you'll know what to do

and how to do it.

What does God

have to do with this?

- Does your mom know you're here?

- No, sir.

The first thing to do

is to contact her.

She's going to be worried.

She'll just be mostly mad.

Will you call her for me?

Son, I haven't spoken

to your mother in three years.

I'm sure you'd get a lot further

with her than I would.

Mom's coming to get me.

I'm going out with this girl

that's a year older than me...

and her brother's

my best friend.

How old were you when

you and Mom got married?

Well, that was my last year

at Annapolis.

I must've been 22.

And you met at a party.

You were wearing your uniform.

She had her white dress on.

Right?

That's right.

And you were happy until

you came back from 'Nam...

and started drinking

and having bad dreams.

I'll take this to the kitchen.

You sure are

a great gardener, Dad.

Your mom's here.

I thought we could all

go for a walk and talk.

I'm going to say good-bye

to you here, son.

Don't you even want

to say hello to her?

I'm afraid there's no point.

So, what you're saying, it's

all right for her to dance...

and me not to care for her.

I don't know how

to instruct you.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps one day

you'll understand.

Try to be of good cheer.

It's OK.

At least we had a chance

to work in the garden together.

Where's Christopher?

He's looking for you

at the chapel.

You quit drinking.

- 2 years, 31 days.

- A long time.

Has anything else changed?

Just about everything

has changed.

Is this what you wanted?

Are you happy here?

It makes sense to me. Yes.

I don't want Chris to hate me.

He hangs on to you coming back.

He worships you.

Not anymore, he doesn't.

Well, thank God for that.

I'm sorry.

Sh*t.

Bet it's the carburetor.

It's always getting clogged.

What'd you and your dad

talk about?

You must've talked

about something.

Isn't that why you came

all the way up here?

I wanted to see my dad, OK?

Why? What'd you think

would happen?

Try starting it.

If you thought getting us

all together again...

would make things the way

they used to be, Christopher...

I want you to get that

out of your head right now.

Why? Why can't things

be like before?

I want you and Dad

to be back together.

No, you don't. You forget.

It wasn't any good

when he came home...

and it wouldn't be

any good now.

It's better than this.

Better than you yelling at me.

Honey...

sweetie, you got to stop

fighting me on this.

I'm doing the best I can.

Stick with me, Chris.

I need you.

I'm starving.

I packed you a sandwich.

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