In the Bedroom

I love it here.

I know you do.

I can feel my life, you know?

...pitch to Aderberg, and fall over

the outside corner of the field.

He was expecting a home run.

Pryor didn't say anything.

- Morning, Dr. Fowler.

- Morning, Natalie.

- How you doing, boys?

- Great!

Hey, Duncan,

sure you don't wanna go?

- You wanna get in here?

- No, he wants to stay here.

Scootch up,

get in the middle there.

Come on.

- Bye, Dr. Fowler.

- Bye.

You don't wanna wave goodbye?

You don't wanna wave goodbye?

Sweetie, what do you

want for breakfast?

Cereal.

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Oh, boy!

You see what happened

to this poor fella?

- What?

- Well, look. He lost an arm.

The trap has nylon nets

called "heads".

Two side heads

to let the lobster crawl in.

And inside, what's called

a bedroom head holds the bait...

and keep him from escaping.

You know the old saying:

"Two's company, three's a crowd"?

Well, it's like that.

More than two of these in a bedroom

and something like that's happen.

That's why Frank can't leave

these traps for more than a day.

Dad. Show him this one.

Now, the older females,

like this old gal...

are the most dangerous especially

when they're growing berries.

- Berries?

- Yeah, eggs.

She can take out two males,

no problem.

That's when you get

a lobster you can't sell.

But this fine lady,

she has it easy...

because the state says

we have to let her go.

Okay, now...

you think you can handle this?

Are you sure?

Okay, go ahead.

Put him in the tank.

Good!

- Higher, higher!

- Higher!

I'll swing you higher.

- Is that high enough?

- Yep.

- Ruth hates these.

- What?

- I got the wrong kind of buns.

- Maybe we could borrow hers.

What I would give

to have back my youth.

Well, Willis,

you never had that in your youth.

You can go play.

Father, you made it.

If I don't get to see you fellas

here, I don't get to see you at all.

You want a beer?

No. I'm gonna go see if

you mom needs any help, okay?

All right, good luck.

Excuse me.

Can I help you with anything here?

- You can hand me that bowl, dear.

- Great.

- This one here?

- Yes, thank you.

I'm looking forward

to that concert on Labor Day.

The music's so unusual.

It's haunting, really.

It is, isn't it?

How did you learn about that...

...style?

- At Brown.

I did my thesis on

Eastern European folk music.

- I thought about becoming a teacher.

- Why didn't you?

Mommy.

- Yeah, what are you eating?

- Nothing.

- Is it good?

- Yeah.

Swing me, swing me!

Okay, I'll swing you, Dunc.

I'll be right back.

- So Mr. Strout mentioned you again.

- I'll bet he did.

Still talks about you. Says you're

the best can-packer he ever had.

Says you looked cute

in that hairnet.

Excuse me, boys. An offering.

Here, Father. Thank you.

That's what Charles Senior

is doing and...

Becky went to the hairdressing

academy after high school.

Of course, after she got married...

she decided she wanted to stay home

with the boys, you know.

She still loves doing hair, though.

Where do you go, Father?

I just go to Supercuts.

You can't request

the same girl at Supercuts.

The boys are having a great time.

It was good of you

to do this for them.

She hasn't brought them before cause

she's embarrassed. She shouldn't be.

I wish you hadn't put up

that monstrosity.

- We'll have to take it apart later.

- The swing?

The swing.

Come on, Ruth! He's a kid.

What do you expect?

"Happy birthday, here's a box.

Drag it around for awhile!"

He's a kid, he's like me.

He wants it now.

Oh, the cake!

Great.

- Happy birthday, boy. Come here!

- Daddy, Daddy!

Yeah, Duncan!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Duncan

Happy birthday to...

Mom, I don't wanna go.

Mom, I don't wanna go.

Sh*t. What's he doing here?

Hey, Jase.

Come on over here, buddy.

Daddy's taking us to the arcade.

I told you he'd come, buttface.

Jason, don't do that to your

brother. Want me to do that to you?

We're supposed to meet

at the house at 6:30.

I thought we were meeting here.

Alright.

You're welcome to stay and

have some food. My dad's cooking.

Matt?

Should we do something?

No. It's okay.

Well...

...I'll see you later, then.

- Okay.

A little while.

She's not divorced yet, you know.

It's the same thing.

Maine has crazy laws, that's all.

Anyway, he loves her boys.

- God, you don't think...

- No, he's not gonna marry her.

Well, then what's he doing

with her?

She probably loves him.

Girls always have.

Let's just leave it at that.

Well, he won't listen to me.

I've asked him 3 times

to dismantle that swing set.

Leave it up. Looks like

a young couple lives here.

Well, he needs his head

in school, not in her.

So to speak.

It would help

if you were on my side.

I can be on your side.

I've got a needle!

- I've got a needle!

- You don't need those.

Mr. and Mrs. Adamson?

You can put your shirt back on now.

Yesterday he was up and around

all afternoon...

but today he tumbled.

He's fallen twice, I have all

I can do to get him up.

He's weak.

Said when he couldn't work no more,

he didn't want to live.

So, for awhile he sat

and just mended our nets...

but he can't do that no more.

- How's you dad, Matt?

- Oh, I'm sorry, doctor.

Now, Elwyn, you remember. Jesse

Fowler passed away a while ago.

We were at his funeral, remember?

Back in an hour, Janelle.

I forgot my lunch.

Starting to become a habit.

You just missed him, Matt!

He went home for lunch today.

Right. I forgot,

he's got an interview.

Frank?

Hello?

Frank?

Yeah, Dad.

What are you doing here? I thought

you were in Boston for an interview.

No. It was rescheduled.

Hi, Dr. Fowler.

Oh, hi.

Where are the boys?

They're with my mom.

Do you like coleslaw?

Have some more.

You sure?

We gotta...

Come on, son!

- There, I see him right there!

- Hands up, chin up.

- Mom, I want to play!

- All right, all right.

- Mom, there's Frank!

- Here's your hat.

Wave, you guys.

- Mom, hurry up, I'm late!

- I'm hurrying.

- Mom, I want to play.

- All right, you'll play too.

But first watch...

Frank, did you tell your mom

how good it was?

How good what was?

Frank had quite a time

this afternoon.

Loved you coleslaw.

Ate enough for two.

Well, that's what it's for.

- Hot dogs?

- Yeah, I'll take one.

So, how are the kids?

Things okay?

Yeah, they're fine.

Good. That's good.

How was your interview?

- It was great.

- Good.

Jason? Jason!

Here!

- She's such a brave girl.

- That's it. You're driving me nuts.

I've had lots of girlfriends and...

I don't understand why

this one's any different.

I know you don't.

We're not serious, Ma.

No?

No.

It's a summer thing.

I see.

- How'd did you get in this time?

- Chimney.

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