Margot At The Wedding
Thanks.
Here.
Sorry.
- That was quick.
- I sat next to the wrong person.
- Really? Where?
- Don't look! Don't look!
Careful of my jacket.
Will the wedding be crowded?
I don't know.
I don't think
she knows anyone anymore.
She's only known this guy a year.
Is that short?
Would you marry someone
you'd only known a year?
I can't say I have a lot of hope
for the whole thing.
Then why are we going then?
- We're supporting her.
- I thought she wasn't speaking to you.
No.
I wasn't speaking to her, but I'm over it.
I'm never getting married.
Why aren't you wearing
your new shades?
I don't think I need them right now.
You look very cool.
I don't need them right now.
Do they know we're here?
Yes.
Are you...
Paul apologizes for not coming.
She's still getting the house ready.
I'm sorry it was such short notice.
I don't care.
Paul's frantic, but I don't give a sh*t.
And Ingrid wants me to tell you
that she made us all bracelets.
No, I said we should wait.
I thought you asked me to tell them.
Anyway, I got Knicks colors.
They're not Knicks colors!
It's beautiful, Ingrid.
- Where's your dad and Josh?
- They might come later.
Josh's spring break is next week,
and then Jim teaches through Friday.
Then he opens the house
in Vermont on the weekend.
It means a lot to Pauline that you came.
Good.
Holy Jesus! Watch it, dicksack!
God!
If you're wondering about
the mustache...
No, I wasn't.
I had a full beard for a while,
and then when I shaved it
I left this part for last, you know,
to see how it looked.
And...
It's meant to be funny.
You're so handsome.
I never thought I'd get you here.
You're arriving in the midst of a drama.
Ingrid, would you make sure
Wizard's inside?
It's the Voglers.
The neighbours want us
to cut down our tree.
No. That's our tree.
They think it's sick
and rotting their property.
We're having the ceremony under it.
You took the swing down.
Pauline thinks this is their way
of trying to be friends.
I think they resent us because we're...
I don't know what we are.
- This is my room.
- Okay.
- Do you like showers or baths?
- Showers. What about you?
I don't care.
Is Malcolm what you thought he'd be?
- I didn't know what to...
- The mustache is temporary.
He saved it for last
when he was shaving.
It's meant to be funny.
- He told me.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry, with so little time to prepare,
we had to put you in
Malcolm's storage room.
This was Becky's room. Poor Becky.
Poor Becky.
Well, now it's a storage room.
I've just started to feel like it's
our house and not my parents', you know.
Our parents.
Of course.
Sorry, it might still smell like paint.
I thought he was a musician.
Well, music's officially a hobby.
He's painting now,
and writing letters to newspapers
and magazines.
He's very meticulous.
He'll spend up to a week
writing a response to a music review.
He's incredibly smart. Maybe too smart.
I don't know. We're doing very well.
Good. I mean, you must be.
I don't know where to begin.
What can I tell you?
It seems I'm pregnant,
but it's really early,
so I haven't told anyone.
I mean, I haven't told Malcolm or Ingrid.
- Wow.
- What did you say?
I said wow.
Yeah. If it sticks. We'll see. I hope so.
Things are good.
We did a couples' seminar
two months ago or so in Maine.
They give you exercises
and things to do.
I know you're not convinced,
but we got engaged right afterwards.
The guy who runs it, Strickland,
he wrote this really interesting book,
On Loving,
which I'll lend you if you want.
Okay.
But only if you'll read it.
Because I need it back.
I made notes in the margins.
I may not get to it for a while.
Well, I'm not going to lend it to you
if you're not going to read it.
It's gonna be very informal, by the way.
Just Mom and Becky,
Malcolm's brother,
a few friends, and now you and Claude.
Nothing like the first one.
Becky's coming?
- Yeah.
- Could I have some...
You go.
I was just going to say
could I have some white wine?
Oh, yeah. We have...
I'm really glad you changed your mind
and came.
I never heard from you after I sent
the invite. I even wondered if you got it.
I'm just so pleased that we're here.
Did you get it?
Yeah.
I'm sorry you were so angry.
I wasn't angry. I was disappointed.
But you see,
when you say disappointed,
it puts me in a crummy situation,
like I let you down.
- Well, you did, in a way.
- No, I don't see it like that.
Fine. I felt betrayed. Is that word okay?
Again, you're making me the aggressor.
You were the aggressor.
Listen, let's not...
I've become a really good cook.
I can't believe you've still got
all of our old records.
- Mom, can you hide this, please?
- Yeah, of course.
Malcolm played with Ric Ocasek once.
Yeah, in the late '80s.
After he left The Cars. It was a solo gig.
So you're kind of famous?
No, no, believe me, I'm not.
I used to want to be, but no.
Do you want to be famous?
Claude wants to be very famous.
Well, make sure you can
handle rejection. I can't.
For me, expectation just
turns to disappointment.
So ultimately, I'd rather not try.
Claude, ignore him.
It'll all go black for us
soon enough, anyway.
When your mother moved to New York,
she used to send me
books and records.
- She sent me R.E.M.'s Murmur.
- And the Pixies.
And X. She was very cool, your mother.
- You only liked Top 40.
- That's true. But I love R.E.M. Now.
I don't really listen to music anymore.
I was dating that guy Horace back then.
Do you remember him?
Was that the guy
No, that was our dad.
Our dad used to strip down to
his skiwies and beat us with a belt.
That man had a sexual screw loose.
That's awful that stuff
that happens to kids.
Malcolm was fondled
by a male babysitter.
Just use that information
however you want.
I'm sorry, we're with family. I figured...
I think Becky got it the worst.
Did she ever.
Raped by the horse trainer.
Alan rolled over in bed and he looked
at me and he said, "I can't feel my face. "
It took three doctors before
we knew it was Bell's Palsy.
They say a brush of wind can do it.
Feeling is slowly coming back.
We're all getting older, which is terrible.
I don't care how universal it is.
I can't remember names anymore.
I have that.
I blank out on certain words now, too.
The other day I couldn't remember
the word for...
I've forgotten it again. The stuff in wine.
What is it? Sediment. That's it.
I know that. I was talking more about
not remembering who was
Ingrid. Why don't you show Claude
and Bruce the game trunk?
Okay.
Mick Mars.
Toby, I think you need to have
Bruce diagnosed.
Margot, I don't wanna have
this conversation with you.
It's vital. If you keep telling him
he's like everyone else,
he's gonna wonder why he isn't.
He's suffering.
He's tested very well.
He does B's in school.
But that's how autism works.
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