Greta Page #6

to know about it.

Greta's father killed himself.

She was just a little kid,

five, six years old.

He took his shotgun

and stuck it in his mouth.

She was there.

She walked in on him.

You know, I don't know

how much of it

she remembers,

how much

she carries around with her,

but here she is,

all grown up,

and writing that list.

You know, it may be a phase

she's going through.

It may be just some idea

that she has to reckon with,

but I think...

I think it's our job

to try and help her

through it.

Wow.

Yeah.

Well, go on home.

Get some sleep.

Thank you, sir.

- Hey, Julie.

- Yeah?

Do you get seasick?

If life is like a mountain,

did you, did you not fall?

I have missed you

since I was five

I don't recall your eyes,

but your hands I do recall

And I know how you smelled

when you were alive

You've died

Like we're all gonna go

someday

You've died

I was five

and I wish you'd stayed

You've died

I was five

and I wish you'd stayed.

Yeah, this is great.

I feel all preppy and sh*t.

Why are we here?

Your grandfather's

a good guy, you know.

This means a lot to him.

Come on, it's not that bad,

though, right?

Hey,

remember that stuff

that you said in my room

the other night?

Yeah, I remember.

Did you mean that?

Have I lied to you yet?

I don't know.

Hey, Julie,

want to take the helm?

Go ahead.

All right, I'm coming.

Just keep her

in a straight line.

Katherine:
I love it.

It's wonderful.

Come with me

Come with me

On a voyage

To the bottom

Of the sea

In a sea

Of blue-green

We will find love

At the bottom

Of the sea

Unbelievable, inconceivable

Fantastic it will seem

But we'll be the first

The very first

To live such a strange

new dream

Come with me.

Greta.

Greta.

There they are.

Greta.

I've got you.

I've got you.

Okay, right there, right there.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Are you okay?

- Are you okay, honey?

- My head.

You hit your head?

Let me see it.

Turn it.

Joseph:
It's not bleeding.

Grams.

Grams.

Katherine, Katherine.

Are you all right?

- Grams.

- I'm gonna get on the radio.

Grams, hey.

(P.A. Chatter)

It was a mild heart attack.

She's okay.

She's gonna have to be

on medication from now on, though.

But she's okay.

They want to keep her here tonight

and run some more tests.

I'm gonna stay with her

until she goes to sleep.

You two go on home,

get out of this

air conditioning.

(thunder rumbling)

Hey, here.

You're not gonna stay?

No, you can check me off

that list of yours.

I'm done.

What?

What are you talking about?

Are you serious?

You really don't get it?

Reggie Spiegel,

my roommate in juvie.

One morning, Mother's Day...

I found him hanging

by an electric cord.

I didn't see it coming

'cause he didn't mouth off about it.

He didn't want to be saved.

See, you knew I'd jump in

after you

'cause you didn't want to die.

You just wanted that drama.

- No, l...

- What you did was serious.

And it affects people.

It affects me.

I wish I could help you,

'cause you need it.

But I'm not going

overboard for you.

I got my own sh*t.

I'm doing my own thing.

You know?

"April 10th, 1962.

My sweet sweet Joseph,

you set sail

less than an hour ago

and I'm kicking myself already.

Please forgive me.

I only treated you that way

because I was mad

about you leaving.

I've been silly,

prone to capriciousness.

I'm mad at myself

for wasting our last

moments together,

for not telling you

how I really feel.

I love you

and I've missed my chance

to tell you in person.

If something happens to you,

I'll just die.

I miss you, Joseph.

Promise you'll come home safely.

Forever yours, Katherine."

Grams.

(tinkling)

Okay, close your eyes.

Katherine:
Can I trust you?

Okay, this way.

Can I open my eyes yet?

Mm, okay.

Oh, you didn't have to

do that, Greta.

Those flowers

are expensive.

Can't you see that I'm trying

to say I'm sorry?

Well, then say it.

I just did.

No.

You don't even know

what you're sorry for.

I'm fighting to save my life

and you're trying

to throw yours away.

Now why is that?

'Cause...

I want to be

like the girl in this picture,

young and alive.

I haven't seen this picture since...

I wasn't any older

than you there.

You look like a totally

different person,

so happy.

Don't you miss that?

Well, no.

You're telling me

that you wouldn't jump at the chance

if you could turn

the clock back?

(chuckles) No.

I wouldn't.

You see...

I was a different person then.

I didn't know anything

about the world or myself.

I had no perspective.

This was a long time ago.

And every day since then,

every experience I've had,

every person I've met

has carved an impression on me.

You know, this girl, this child...

she's just a fraction

of what I've become...

a wife, a mother,

a grandmother...

me.

Oh, honey,

you have no idea

what's ahead of you.

It's all such an incredible

adventure.

Do you have a picture of my dad?

I just want to know

what he looks like.

You've never seen

a picture of your father?

No.

Sweetheart.

(horn honks)

What are they doing here?

Mom.

Hiya, all.

Are you okay?

Shouldn't you be

sitting down or something?

- I'm fine, dear. Hello.

- I'm so sorry.

What are you doing here?

Gramps, what are they

doing here?

Greta, go inside

and get your things.

I don't want to go home

with you.

We're not taking you

home, Greta.

Then why are you he...?

You're gonna send me

to that boot camp.

Go get your things, Greta.

Wait a minute.

What's this boot camp stuff?

No, it's a special

summer camp

for kids like her,

to straighten her out.

Gramps, why didn't you tell me

that they were coming?

I asked your grandfather

not to say anything.

We didn't want you

running off or something.

- Greta.

- Edgar:
Come on now.

Karen:
Greta.

My mom is here.

She's gonna send me away

to some boot camp place.

What am I gonna do?

What can you do?

There's got to be something.

I guess you could

check the camp out,

see what it's all about.

You think I'm screwed up

and that place is gonna save me?

Yeah, you're screwed up.

But that place can't fix you.

Only you can fix you.

If that's not what you want,

it ain't gonna happen.

I'm really sorry.

Well, that's a start.

- You smell like food.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Call me when you get it all

figured out, okay?

All right.

Have a nice walk?

Did Mom leave?

She's here now,

so come on back.

You all finished

with your little tantrum?

What are you doing

with my stuff?

I packed your things.

You've wasted enough time already.

I don't want to go.

Please, please let me stay.

Your grandmother

does not want you here.

- That's not true.

- That's what you told me last week.

"There's no winning with her,"

you said.

Did I say that?

Well, that was then

and this is now.

And if Greta wants to stay,

I would quite like to have her.

- I'm staying.

- No, you're not.

- Mom.

- Shh.

- Greta, let go.

- Be careful there. Be careful.

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