(panting) MAN (voice-over): I want to come home, Claire. Let me come home. - Please. - Just get out. Get out! (sobbing) BOY: Don't tell me Dad's not coming back. Don't tell me that. Kevin, wait. Kevin? WOMAN: Claire, I love you like a sister, but you have got to get those divorce papers signed and move on. (voice-over): It's been nine months. What, are you having second thoughts? I'm having dinner. With Garrett? Oh, you pussy! (Claire scoffs) It's for Kevin's birthday. Honestly, Vicky, sometimes I think you're rooting against us. Who's 'us'? You and me, or you and him? 'Cause I kind of thought that was done. He's the father of my kid. Who cheats with his secretary every time he goes to the home office. Brings a whole new meaning to 'the San Francisco Treat.' Not funny. He said she smelled like chocolate chip cookies. Good-bye. I'm just quoting his e-mail. You don't have to! OK? Because it's burned in my mind. Forever. And for your information, he doesn't go to San Francisco anymore. So stop bringing it up. It's not fair. (voice-over): Ta-da! - Make a wish. - GARRETT: Happy birthday! You made that? - Of course! - Come on. - KEVIN: Looks great. - I've been waiting all day. I want you to see this. OK. - I'll help you. - One, - two, three! - Three! Ta-da! Oh, my God. - Dad! - Huh? It's like a high-powered gaming tower with, like, an arctic cooler. And you made this? Three weekends in a row. Triple processor. Oh, Dad, thank you so much. (laughs) Let's do cake. What are you guys doing for Labor Day? I don't know. Why? I thought we'd go camping like the old days. - Mom, too? - Yeah, of course. That's what I was thinking. Well, it'll be a lot of fun. I mean, we could, we could catch fish and, Mom, you could cook it. Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun. Please? Look at you, you got schmutz everywhere. - Go clean up. - Ah. OK, all right. Be right back. Come on, what do you say? Um... Well, when were you thinking of going? I get back from a business trip the Thursday before Labor Day. Business trip? Yep. Get back Thursday night, we'll leave, three days. Where? That old cabin we used to go to (loudly): at Mammoth Lakes! KEVIN: That sounds great! (sighs) No, I meant where is your business trip? Let me guess. San Francisco? It's work. It's not what you think. Does she still work there? Claire, it doesn't matter. No, I guess it doesn't matter. - Mom. - Yeah? So you coming or not? (grunts) You know what? That's the weekend before school starts. So, you know, you guys should just keep it a guy trip. You'll have a blast. - OK. - OK. (crying) Kevin! Honey, we got to go. Kevin! I know. Mom, the door is jammed. Mom, look, can we just forget it? Because I don't want to see another doctor, OK? He's not gonna tell you anything any different. He is the best allergist in the Valley, OK? We're going. You know what? I'll lift the door, - you pull the cord. - OK. OK. OK, you ready, Mom? Just pull it up! It's too heavy. Kevin, it's too heavy. - Pull it up, baby. - I got it. I can fix that for you if you want. - And you are? - My nephew. Oh, hey, Mr. Sandborn. Noah. I'm staying next door with my uncle. - Claire. - SANDBORN: Here to help me, uh, when I get the, uh, bone marrow transport. - Right. - 'Transplant,' Uncle Bob. - 'Transplant.' - Yeah, all right. He's got a real knack for fixing things. NOAH: I can, uh, take a look at this real quick. Hey, how you doing? I'm Noah. Kevin. Yeah, um, I-I don't know what the issue is. It might be off the track, - but what-what do you think? - Nah. Actually, it's the... it's the clutch. Uh, we can get another one at the hardware store if you want. - Want to go? Come on. - Well... you know, we actually had somewhere to be, but, um, now that we're gonna be late... Mom? OK. - Go ahead. - Cool. All right. It was nice meeting you. - Love you, Mom. - You, too. - Are you gonna be OK? - Yeah, sure, yeah, I'm fine. - Look at me, yeah. Hey. - All right. - NOAH: Love you. - SANDBORN: Love you, too. His parents died last year, and I'm all he's got now in the way of family. Seems like a nice boy. Yeah, he is. You up for some coffee? - Yeah, sure, sure. - Come on. KEVIN: So the entire time, it was the clutch. NOAH: Mm-hmm. How old are you anyway? Almost 20. But you're not from around here. No, no, San Bernardino. My uncle... Well, actually my great-uncle, uh, he needed help, I needed change, so figured I'd go back to school here. You mean college? There was this, uh... well, accident. So, I mean, I lost some time. So I'm gonna finish up in Monroe High. That's where I go. My mom teaches there, actually. She seems way too cool to be a teacher. She is cool. For a mom. OK. We got everything. Good to go? Yeah, let's go. OK. - Here you go, sir. - Thank you. Um... Whoa! Can you, um... can you pay for this? What? Uh... KEVIN: Look, that's Allie Callahan, OK? All right? She's the most beautiful girl in the school, and I just can't think when I'm around her, so just, - can you... can you pay for this? - I don't know. I hate to tell you this, but she's already seen you. Just go on and talk to her. And say what? Just tell her... 'Here are some garage parts. How much?' - Go! - Wow. Very funny. - Yeah. Thank you. - Come on. You want me to fail. (chuckles) - Hi. - Hi, Kevin. Hi, Allie. Um, I didn't... I didn't know you worked here. My dad's making my brother and me do split shifts to earn gas money. NOAH: Could be worse. If you didn't have a brother, you'd be working full-time. Noah Sandborn. Allie. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you, too. Friends with Kevin here. You know, I'm gonna go look around. OK, sure. So you're having a good day? - Yeah. How about you? - Great. It's-it's actually... Hey, check it out. Ho-ho! Look who it is! - Whiz! - Hey, Whiz! Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! OK, OK! - Jason! Guys! - Aw, did you pee-pee? - Oh, what is this, huh? - Come on, st... Is this your EpiPen? - Your little penis purse? - You guys, stop it! - Get out of the store! - Aw, poor wittle Kevin. - The kid still pisses the bed. - All three of you, get out! OK, all right, fine, fine. See you later, Whizzy. Stay away from liquids. Hey, Noah, you ready to go? Hey, c... Uh, how much... Allie, how much is this gonna be? ALLIE: I'll ring it up. (register beeping) NOAH (voice-over): Well, clutch is in. We're all good. You thirsty? Yeah. Thanks for fixing the door. And-and for including him. Hey, there was this kid at the hardware store giving him a hard time. Jason Zimmer? Um, skater kid, red hair, permanently dumb look on his face? That'd be the one. Kept on calling him 'the Whiz.' (sighs) He actually had an incident a couple of years ago on the playground where he got stung by a bee, and his throat swelled up, and he panicked and lost control. - Whiz. - Whiz. Oh, man. Kids can be cruel. Especially kids like Jason Zimmer. But, please, don't tell him I told you. He'd be mortified. You can trust me. Anyways, uh, you're all set. This is very exciting. Very exciting moment. (both laughing) It works! Yeah. Thank you. (sighs) (chuckles) The sun is pretty incredible. It makes our ingredients better which makes this taste better. Introducing Lipton Lightly Sweetened Ice Tea. Low sugar. Less sweet. crispier on the outside, fluffier on the inside, and deeper than ever. Share a Domino's deep pan today NOAH: We'll take off this cover real quick. - KEVIN: OK. - Just put it over there. - On the ground? - Uh, wherever. Just set it down, doesn't matter. - Set it down? - Yeah. All right, now, this bad boy right here is the alternator. You know what this does? - No. - It charges the battery. So, I'm gonna do one piece of it, - you're gonna do the other, all right? - All right. - All right? - Yeah, yeah. All right. Yeah, no, no, it's fine. You're actually going the opposite way. - Oh. - Yeah. All right, we're gonna check out the alternator, OK? You're loosening it rather than tightening it. - How's that? - Looks all right. Yeah. - It's in there, yeah. - You actually... You want to finish it off, Noah? I'll just do it in there. Yeah. OK. Yeah, this one needs two... Well, make sure it's actually in the... - the... Yeah. - To the right? (dreamy rock music) (laughter) VICKY: OK, I'm changing the subject. Um, how long will your uncle be in the hospital? Um, don't know. It's all about the transplant taking. CLAIRE: Well, until he's better, you can come over for dinner here anytime, OK? I don't want you eating by yourself. - I mean it. - Thanks, but, you know, I don't want to impose. VICKY: Oh, I do. Especially if she's making the guacamole. OK, y-you are not an imposition. - Are you saying I am? - NOAH: Well, in that case, I wouldn't mind imposing on your literature class. KEVIN: Oh, no, dude, you don't want to do that. They call her 'The Crusher.' Is that what they call me? - Yes. - Yeah. That's... You know what? Carry your own plate. Clean up all the dishes. (Vicky laughs) VICKY: Now he's really worried about it. - Oh! - Strange kid. Why? Can't put my finger on it. Don't try so hard. OK. He's interested in literature? In the classics. Back in San Bernardino, we were, uh, studying the Odyssey. You want me to help you out with that? Yeah, sure. Here you go. You know, I'm teaching Homer next semester. Really? He's my favourite. You're kidding, right? Second that. Dude, you got to read the Iliad. Achilles is this total badass. Hot-tempered, full of pride, completely consumed by his emotions. You know what he called Agamemnon? Who? 'A pitiful excuse for a king.' To his face. Like, he killed this guy Hector, but instead of hiding out like a pussy, he... Dragged his dead body around for everybody to see. Yes! He stood by his actions, right or wrong. Well, because to him, they were justified. Do you have any idea what they're talking about? - No. - OK. Homer's a genius, my man. Just like Shakespeare, Byron, Zeppelin, Dylan. Oh, poets. Poets. (softly): 'Poets.' 'Poets.' (laughter) (car doors close) (engine starts) GARRETT: I'll have him back Sunday afternoon! Bye, Mom! I love you! (tires squealing) (knocking) Oh, hey, Noah. Come on in. You know, Kevin already left. Actually, I, uh, picked something up for you. (Claire chuckles) Oh, my God, this is a... This is a first edition? I can't accept this. This must have cost a fortune! It was a buck at a garage sale. One man's trash. I can't... I... Noah, I can't. Honestly, this... I appreciate it... Claire, please, I've been eating here every single night. It would mean a lot to me. Thank you. (chuckles) Those yours? Oh, no. - They were a gift from Vicky. - Good. (chuckles) Why? Those kind of shoes are for women trying to be sexy. You don't need to try. I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have, uh... No. No, it's-it's OK, I... (thunder rumbling) (phone ringing, vibrating) VICKY (over phone): Where are you? Almost there. Well, hurry up. Vicky, I can't do this. I haven't had a date in 18 years. I don't even know what to do anymore. (sighs) Three things. One, laugh a lot. Two, take off your wedding ring. Three, give him head. - What? - Kidding. Just get here, pronto. MAN (voice-over): And the closer I get to this car, the smell is getting stronger and stronger. (chuckling): And I walk up to the guy's window, rolls down the window, I look, and on the passenger seat is his dead dog. (laughing): You did not tell me that. So, Ethan tells me you teach. English, is it? The classics. Wow. What does that mean? Oh, no, no, he just means it as a compliment. Like, 'Wow, you teach the classics.' - (chuckles) That right, Benny? - Yeah. It's fancy. - (laughs) - I mean, I don't know how many kids nowadays are gonna use what they learn from classics. No offense. Oh, none taken. I am a vice principal, and I just want to see these kids employed. Shall we order? CLAIRE: Silly me, I just want them educated. BENNY: I'm fine with education, but we got to get them working. Practical skills. That's where the money is. Ah, money. That's the goal, then. Oh, Ethan, how's your mom? Ah, gallstones. - Yeah. Mm-hmm. - Oh, gallstones. Are those the ones you pass? Or are those the other stones? - Yeah, she's getting better. - You know, money's fine, except when it's motivated by greed. You're a little firecracker when you get riled up, aren't you? Think it stopped raining. Firecracker? Is that how you regard women with an opinion? Only when they disagree with mine. (laughter) Pleasure to meet you, Benny. VICKY: No, Claire. Stay, stay. Where's... J.K. Rowling. I'm sorry? Billionaire. Classics major. She's a lot of laughs. (laughs) Just got to... You got to get to know her. Just like a chocolate milkshake, only crunchy! (thunder rumbling softly) (phone ringing, vibrating) - Hello? - NOAH: Question. I tried to defrost a chicken in the microwave. And some of it's kind of cooked, some of it's kind of not. You think it's still cool to eat the cooked part? (Claire laughs) No. No, do not eat that. - Ah, um... - Then, please, come over and bail me out. Um, uh... OK. (laughs) Perfect. - OK. - Yes. - (laughs) - See you soon. OK. Bye. I mean, that date was awful. Like that chicken. (laughs) I'm sorry I couldn't salvage it more, but... Oh, you did fine. The damage was done. - Yeah. - (laughs) I'm glad I had you next door. (thunder rumbling softly) What? God, you're beautiful. You know that? Oh, no, I'm... Amazing. And sweet, natural and sexy. Noah. So sexy. Noah. Kiss me, Claire. Just... I can't. - Just once. - I, uh... - I have to go. - Please. Tonight, in the window... you were watching me. I can't do this. Noah. I want to watch you now. This can't happen. We can't. It's wrong. It doesn't feel wrong, does it? Wait. It feels so... Oh, my God, stop. ...mm, nice. Soft. Oh, please... please stop. No. (panting) Noah, please. Stop. No judgments. No rules. Just us. My God. A woman like you should be cherished. Loved. Let me love you, Claire. (sighs): Oh, my God. Hey. Where you going? Home. I got to get home. No, you don't. Kevin doesn't get home till later. Here, have some coffee. I can't. This... Was incredible. (whispers): Oh, man. Hey, you're having second thoughts. It's-it's normal. This isn't normal, OK? Nothing about this is normal. Where's my coat? Would you just stop for one minute? Look, Noah, I don't want you to think that any of this was your fault, OK? I'm the adult. I'm the one that should have... Stop, stop. Just stop. What we did wasn't wrong. No matter what you say, it wasn't wrong. I wasn't thinking clearly, OK? I got swept up in the moment. I was vulnerable, and you are very... you are very sweet. No. - And it was flattering, but I... - No. It was more than that. (Claire sighs) Goddamn it! Noah, look. It wasn't more than that, OK? I was feeling vulnerable and... How can you say that? Last night was so perfect. Because it's true. And in time, you're gonna see it, too. Just leave. - Are you OK? - Go. (car horn honking) Mom, we caught seven trout. Wow! Yeah, he was, uh, pretty amazing. Um, Mom, can Dad stay for dinner? Um... Please? Dad? Please? Sure. I saw this video on YouTube with this just, like, big, you know, mountain dude who lives all alone in this old shack in Montana. And he cooks all his food on a shovel. No, you didn't. GARRETT: We did. I mean, we wrap it up in tinfoil first, but... And eat off the shovel? - Yeah, well, the foil-covered shovel. - (laughs) - It was a great meal. - It was delicious. Yeah, it was, like, one of the best meals I've ever had. - (chuckles): Oh. Thank you. - No... No offense, Mom. I don't... I don't mean... You know what I mean. I don't... - I don't mean it like that. - (chuckles) GARRETT: This was great. What do you think she made? I bet you it's cookies. (doorbell rings) KEVIN: I'll get it. You want any coffee? GARRETT: Yeah, I'll have some if you are. KEVIN: Noah, what's up? NOAH: Hey, man, you're back. How was the trip? Hey, Dad, this is, uh... this is Noah. Remember I've been talking about him a lot? Hey, nice to meet you. I feel like I know you, he talks about you so much. Told me about the alternator you put in the truck. NOAH: Oh, actually, Kevin helped out, too, so... - Yeah? - Yeah, I did. Yeah, it was so cool. I had no idea you could do that yourself. GARRETT: Well, that's what friends are for. Hey, Mrs. Peterson. - Hey, Noah. - Wow, looks perfect. You tell them what happened this weekend? What happened? Well, there wa... there was a big thunderstorm up here. You-you guys didn't get it up there? No, beautiful. Dry as a bone at the lake. Well, it got pretty wet here. Wow. You know what, big day tomorrow. First day of school. It's getting kind of late. - It's, like, 8:30. - Oh, no, no, no. Actually, I-I got to get going. It's a big day tomorrow. I'll walk out with you, Mr. Peterson. Oh, I'm... I'm gonna stay around a while, thanks. KEVIN: Well, then I'll walk out with you, Noah. Yeah, come on. Uh, do you want to take a cookie for the road? Oh. I love your mother's cookies. - They're great, right? - Yeah. - Nice to meet you. - Love you, Mom. Hey, you, too, pal. Nice kid. You know, we need to figure out what we're doing here, Garrett. (phone ringing, vibrating) What do you mean? I mean, we're in limbo here, and maybe, you know, it's just time to move on. I'm not seeing her anymore. But you might as well be, because I'm always gonna think you are, and I don't want to live that way. And you shouldn't want to live that way, either. Hey, it wasn't about her. It was about us. OK? Uh, we were broken. We both checked out. I'm not saying what I did was right. It wasn't. It was... It was stupid. Smart people do dumb things. They make mistakes. Haven't you ever made a mistake? Don't throw our marriage away 'cause I made a mistake. Don't file, not yet. Just take... take some time. All right. Come on. Back To Wall Toilet Suite only 279 dollars Multi Function Tool Kit just 69 dollars Where you find a competitors lower price on the same stocked item we'll beat it by 15 percent # Bunnings Warehouse # (school bell ringing) CLAIRE (voice-over): Welcome, everybody, to the start of a brand-new year. This year, we are studying Homer's Iliad and its themes. The first one we'll be studying is the wrath of Achilles. Mrs. Peterson. Principal Warren, what a nice surprise. Good news. I've approved your request for Noah Sandborn to join your class. 'No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.' (students laugh) I think it was Achilles who said that, right? W-Wait. Ed? Wait. Wait a second. This is a class for AP juniors. Noah Sandborn is a transfer senior, so... I'm confused. Your transfer request said, yeah, that he'd be an asset to the class. This was your e-mail. That's right. - Thank you. - Have a great year. (tires screech) (dialling phone) (phone ringing) Hey. Stop following me. I'm not following you, Claire. I live next door. (sighs softly) (door closes) Kevin. Yeah? Did you send an e-mail from my account to Principal Warren? No. Why? Because somebody did. Sounds like you've been hacked. You should really change your password. You know, I'd be happy to help you out with that if you want. No, thanks. Hey, you ready to go? KEVIN: Yeah. Kevin. Noah, can you give us a second, please? You can wait for him outside. Yeah, I'll be down in a minute. Oh, sure, yeah. Mom, that was really rude. Why'd you do that? He's here way too much. Well, you're the one who told him he could be. - And he's coming to dinner tonight. - No. Your dad's coming to dinner tonight. KEVIN: So why can't he come, too? I-I want it to just be the three of us, OK? OK, yeah. OK. All right. I'll see you later, then. My Uncle Bob was a tail gunner in Korea and a sergeant in Vietnam. Tough old dude. Now he's laying in Valley Memorial, hoping the transplant takes. Here, you got that? Thanks. Your dad seems to be around a lot now, huh? Yeah, I guess. Like a dinner and a camping trip can just make you forget about how he walked out on you. Ah... (sniffles) Yeah, it's-it's so predictable. A guy hits middle age and suddenly staring death in the face. You know, tire around the waist, hair in the drain, cock that just won't stand up anymore. He wants to feel alive again. He wants to feel that rush, you know, he felt when he was our age. So, he picks up a younger woman... Poof. Whole new life. Go ahead and aim. Almost. - Little better, right? - Yeah. Here, switch with me real quick. Then the guilt sets in. 'Cause he basically just left the first kid in the dust. So he tries to bribe him... with things. Like computers. Wow. You follow me? So, what's up? How's school? It is what it is. Tell him about your computer class. He's learning how to write his own software. Like father, like son. GARRETT: Oh, that's cool. We can... we can do some stuff together. I dropped it. What? I dropped it. It was boring. Going out for boxing now. You're going out for box... You don't like boxing. KEVIN: How would you know? How would you know? Seriously, how would you know what I like and what I don't like? - Am I missing something here? - Yeah. OK, you've been missing it for nine months, Dad. You-you just can't come back in here and expect to pick up like nothing happened. - All right, Kevin. That's enough. - OK? Life's been happening. No, Mom. He's got to hear this, OK? Life's been happening, Dad. You know what, Mom, I got... I got homework to do, so... Kevin, wait. Wait, at least... - finish your dinner. - Let him go. He just probably needs some space. (boys shouting) (boys groan) NOAH: Here we go. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Hey, uh, how was dinner with your dad? (Kevin panting) Let's just take a break, all right? No, keep going. Come on, talk to me. Dinner? I was... It was... God, I was a jerk, OK? I feel really bad about it! No. No, no. Dude, that's good. It means he knows you're on to his bullshit. We just got to hope that your mom doesn't fall for it. You know? Can't let her, uh, be his meantime girl. What's that? You know, someone he screws in the meantime. Hey, uh, come on. Someone he screws in the meantime? Yeah, put your body into it. There we go. - Kev. Take it easy, Kev! - (grunting loudly) Calm down. Easy! Easy! - (wheezing) - Ke-Kev! Hey, hey, hey! Kev! Kev! What do I do?! What do I do?! - Goddamn it! - (wheezing continues) Where's your pen? Where's your pen? (wheezing continues) Oh, shit. Kev, Kev, Kev! I-I got it... Here, I got... What do I do with it?! What do I... Oh, my God. Where do I put this? BOY: Shove it in the leg! (groans) (panting) It's... Is it working? (boys murmuring) You good? Oh, my... Are you all right? Oh, my... You... (boys clapping) (chuckles): You. You're... You're not dying on me today, OK? God. Get over here! (laughs) Seven awesome recipes all made with fresh dough, vine-ripened tomato sauce, and stretcher, tastier mozzarella. 5-buck pizzas, no coupon required. Garrett's coming on a little strong, don't you think? (laughs) What makes you think they're from Garrett? Did you read my card? Would I read your card? (sighs) 'Please give me another chance.' What? It's a thin envelope. - (chuckles) - Ugh. Tell me you're not going to. I'm thinking about it. Oh, no. No, no, no. No... Oh, I know. I know. Let's tell him to take his cookies and shove them right up his ass. You know what? Enough with the cookie jokes. We've all done things in our lives that we wish we wouldn't have. You know what, maybe you should start worrying about yourself for a change. It's way more fun worrying about you. (line ringing) (whispers): Make him grovel just a little bit, I swear... - GARRETT: Hey. - Hey. Um... (laughs) Uh, did I catch you at a bad time? No, never. They're beautiful, Garrett. - What is? - The flowers. Flowers? What flowers? Claire? Hello? You know what, I'm gonna call you back. Claire... (punching bag thumping) I need to talk to you. I'm busy with, uh, physical education. I believe you're familiar with that subject, right? Noah. Those flowers? What were you thinking? They were a peace offering. Do you know what that looks like? A student sending a teacher flowers? That's why I didn't sign the card. And you hacked my e-mail? You said I could be in your class. And you're trying to turn Kevin against his father. You can't blame me for the trouble your cheating ex-husband has brought upon himself. Stop it. And you're welcome, by the way. For saving your son. Thank you. You know what, I... Y-You're right. I should have thanked you. MAN: Everything OK, Claire? Yes, Mike. Everything's fine. Thanks. Look, I just want us to start over, Noah, OK? Can-can we do that, please? Uh, yeah. I can if you can. So, deal? You can trust me, Claire. OK? OK. (both laugh) Allie. Hey. Hi, Kev. Need something? Yeah. Um, I need four three-eighth hex head bolts, nuts and washers. And I need an air filter for a 2012 Silverado Z71. And I need you to go to a movie with me. I'm-I'm kind of busy with work. And now that school's started... Um, OK. Um, well, I guess I'll-I'll see you around then. But I-I don't have a date to Fall Fling. Uh, me, neither. That'd be really great. Yeah. Like, really, really, um... - Great? (laughs) - Yeah, great. - Great. - Well, OK. Well, um, I'll see you around. - OK, cool. - OK. (Claire and Garrett laughing) GARRETT: Whoo-hoo. CLAIRE: I think I like the first one better. - Huh, you do? OK. - Yeah. Then the soldier says, 'No, no, buddy, she didn't have a head.' (both laugh) Oh, God. It's stupid. - It is stupid. - Yeah. (Garrett moans softly) (moans softly) I'm not ready. What? There's someone else? No. But we were apart... Hey, no, no, no. - I-I don't want to know. - Look, it was nothing. But it just made me realize how lost I was. Me, too, Claire. We got to... Listen, we-we got to have a clean slate. OK. But until I get my head straight, I-I'm not ready to just jump back in, and I need you to know that. All right. All right. It's honest. OK? No guarantees, I get it. OK. I, um... I think I had one too many. (chuckles) Can I crash on the couch? (chuckles) - OK. - OK. NOAH (voice-over): You're perfect. (Claire panting) - In every way. - (Claire moaning) In every way. (Claire moaning) (laughs) I just want you to know I'm not giving up on us. Well, I want you know that I'm not asking you to. (sighs) Kevin! Let's go! (engine starts) (tires screech) What a fucking whore you are! 'Deal,' you said. 'Let's make a deal.' You trying to play me, Claire? Is that what this is? Of course not, Noah. Bullshit! What? Why are you doing this? - Because you're a fucking liar. - What is wrong with you? Oh, I'm seeing things clearly now. You have to stop. Hey, Noah, what's going on? Game on. Mom, what just happened? Honey, I need you to stay away from Noah, OK? - He's a bad influence. - What are you talking about? You're just gonna have to trust me on this one, OK? No. I'm not... no, I'm not gonna trust you, OK? 'Cause you're not taking away the one good friend I have. - He's not your friend. - (engine revving) Bullshit! Mom, he's my friend. Excuse me?! Watch your mouth - and get in the car. - No, he said you'd do this. - What? - He said you'd do this, and if you did, then it was Dad talking and not you. He's been right. - He's been right all along! - This is crazy, OK? - Noah, wait! Kevin, I'm asking you to get in the car. (engine revving) See you at school. Excuse me, where am I? You're lost in the procrastination place. Yeah, right. That makes sense. MAN: Slap yourself out of it. Whoo! - Hey! - Whoa! Geez! - Hello! - Look out! Move! Move! (students chattering angrily) GIRL: It's simple. I'll show you my notes. BOY: Sweet. I need it. Hey, look out. Come on, guys. Let's get out of here. Hey, Peterson! - Your movie was on - Turner Classics last night. -The Wiz. -(boys laughing) It's like the black version of The Wizard of Oz. The Wizards of Waverly Place are on tomorrow if you... - Fuck you, Zimmer! - Want some of this? Yeah, fuck you! (students clamouring) Stop it! Hey! Noah, stop it! - Stop it! - Get off! (students groan) - Get up! Get the fuck up! - Noah! KEVIN: Noah, stop! VICKY: Help me! Fuck you! So I was looking at your files. NOAH: Why? I'm a vice principal; it's my job. - Whatever. - So what a surprise I found when we didn't have your transcripts from your old school, so I called them. Know what they told me? - To mind your own business? - No. That you were kicked out for disorderly conduct. Jason Zimmer's skull is fractured. - You could have killed him. - OK. - I'm not done. - I am. I'm not! Sit down! I said sit down! You know what I see? I see a pattern of disturbing behaviour, - poor impulse control... - You know what I see? A pathetic old woman who's trying to look and act like something she's not, something she'll never be. Because all she really is is a dried up, dirty, fucking cunt. You're gone. You're expelled! (door opens) (door slams) Kevin, you don't want to keep her waiting! Come on, you're gonna be late! KEVIN: Mom, we're gonna get there too early. Nobody's even gonna be there. OK, how do I look? Like the handsomest man on Earth. Mom, come on, please stop, seriously. I mean, come on, tonight's got to be perfect, all right? Because Allie Callahan's the most beautiful girl in school, and I just never thought she'd actually go out with me. OK, please stop. Well, she obviously knows quality when she sees it. Mm. She'll love it. Come on. (students laughing, chattering) Hi, Kev. You look amazing. Thanks, Allie. Uh, you look really great, too. Thanks. Uh, this is, um... That's for you. Thank you. - Mrs. Peterson? - Yes? Um, some of the guys said there's water running out of the boys' bathroom. Oh, OK. Um... Well, you guys go. Have fun. OK. - I'll check it out. OK. - OK. - So do you like the flower? - Yeah, I love it. Thank you so much. - (knocking) - (water running) - CLAIRE: Anybody in there? (groans) (lights crackling) (knob creaks, water stops) We need to talk. Your behaviour has been completely unacceptable. Oh, my behaviour? And I'm not gonna stand for it. Just let me go. So, what, your shit-head husband comes crawling back - and you're just done with me? - What? Suddenly, I'm nothing to you? Like what we had never even happened. It was one night, and it was a mistake! - We had nothing! - Hey, hey! Yes, we did. And you loved it. Just like this. No! (sobbing) Just like this. No. (sobbing) (whispers): Just like this. Don't! (gasping) (both panting) You think you can scare me with some graffiti on the wall?! Think again! It's gonna be your word against mine. And who do you think they're gonna believe? Stay away from me! And stay away from my son! (laughing) (crickets chirping, dogs barking in distance) (laughing in distance) (woman laughs) (indistinct chatter) Sorry, guys. - Morning. - Hey, Mrs. Peterson. Um... give me one second, OK? (gasps) (panting): Oh... Oh... (grunts) (machine beeping, clattering) Oh, my God... (unplugs machine) (panting) WARREN: What's going on? She locked us out. - Mrs. Peterson? - (doorknob clacking) WARREN: Mrs. Peterson, open this door. (knocking) - (knocking) - Oh... - Mrs. Peterson! (pounding on door) WARREN: Open this door now. (keys clacking) (panting) WARREN: Mrs. Peterson, I'm coming in. (continues panting) (shoes screech) (exhales) - Come on in. - What the devil is going on? The bell rang five minutes ago. Oh, I'm sorry, Ed. Take a seat. Come on. Why was your door locked, Claire? I was just... I just had a personal call. You guys take your seat, OK? All right. You know what, give Mrs. Peterson and I a second. (paper crumpling) (door creaks) I'm concerned, Claire, very concerned. Your behaviour lately has raised a lot of eyebrows. Mike Avenido reported an incident in the gym with you and Noah Sandborn. Oh. Yeah, I-I remember that. That was when I was reprimanding him for skipping class. Mike said that you got... physical with him, that you put... put your hands on him. Now, you know what our policy is regarding the use of physical force on students. Well, I would hardly say I was using physical force. I'm not questioning your integrity here, OK? But I am questioning your behaviour. Get it together. Please. (indistinct chatter) GARRETT: Hey, Kev. - What? - Told your mom I'd pick you up today. 'Cause I think it's time for you to drive this bad boy. (tires squeal) (chuckles): I'm not used to you driving. Yeah, well, I've been doing it a while. I guess. Come on, buddy, slow down. You like to drive fast, isn't that right? I mean, why else get a car like this? Unless you're trying to be something that you're just completely not. - Kevin, slow down! - Do you have any idea what that was like when you were gone? You didn't see her, Dad, OK? She wasn't Mom anymore. She was just completely... just torn apart, and I had to sit back and watch, and there was nothing that I could do about it. (engine roaring) GARRETT: Kevin! Slow this car down! (rattling) KEVIN: Oh, no. - KEVIN: Oh... - What's wrong? What's going on? - It's not braking! It's not working! - Hit the brakes! GARRETT: Downshift. Downshift. Downshift! - There's no clutch. - What do you mean, there's no clutch? GARRETT: Look out! Look out! Here comes a car! - Look out! Watch out! - (horn honking) Fuck! OK. All right, here goes. Straight, straight. Here comes another one, Kevin. Stay right here. Kevin! Look out! Look out! (horn honking, tires squealing) - Nothing's working, Dad! - We got to get off the road. Emergency brake. Punch it. Punch it! (tires screeching) Oh, shit! I'm so sorry. You all right? It's OK. It's OK, son. It's OK. (birds squawking, chirping) Kevin? (TV sports announcer speaking indistinctly) - Garrett? - Hey, we're in here watching TV. (sighs) What happened to your car? Oh, nothing. I had a little fender bender. We're all right. Yeah. They look, uh, fine to me. Hey, Mrs. Peterson. GARRETT: We're watching the, uh, Detroit Grand Prix. Come on in and get a slice. Yeah, there's plenty of room. I got to unpack the groceries. Gonna go get something else to munch on. (sports announcer continues) Look at these clowns. Do you have any chips? (whispers): You took pictures! A video, actually. Capture the moment. (Claire exhales) Come over tonight, after they're asleep. - Say, 2:00? - Go fuck yourself. I'd rather fuck you. You're fucking crazy. Who should I show it to first? Garrett? Or maybe... - (loudly): Kevin? - No. - KEVIN: Yeah? Do you want a soda? That sounds good. Thanks. Hey, I'll take another cold one, please. Yeah, anything for you, Garrett. (Garrett clears throat) I'll leave the light on. Noah? Hey, you're early. Where's the damn video? Why are you so angry? What you did in my classroom today... - You've been avoiding me. - What do you think, this is some kind of game we're playing here? This is real life. That is my home. OK? You're doing things in front of my kid, in front of my husband? Your... your husband, your fucking cheating, lying husband? OK. What's your plan? What do you think? What do you think, we're gonna date? We're gonna go on family vacations together? What do you think is gonna happen here?! Here? Nothing. But it's a big world out there, Claire. - Oh, my God, this is crazy. - No, no, no, wait, wait. Wait. (exhales) (panting): Look... (groans) You see that video... and the proof of our love as a threat to this life, but... but I see it as a promise... for a better one. And none of this will ever see the light of day. (exhales) If... you let me show you what's possible. Because, Claire... I will never... ever... gonna let you go. - (loud slap) - (softly): Fucking crazy... Oh, Claire. OK, um, why didn't you tell me? I-I just... I thought that I could... handle it. I thought that it was gonna just blow over. I don't know, I didn't think he was gonna turn into a stalker. OK, OK, OK, look, we can look at this picture, and we see, we know that he's a psychopath, but... it's not the way the rest of the world's going to see it. And there's a video. What? There's a video, and if it gets out... you know, I'm gonna lose my son... my husband... my job... my life, everything that... OK, Claire, listen to me. Claire, that's not going to happen. You know why? I'm not gonna let that happen, and neither are you. No one is going to see that video. It won't see the light of day. (tires squealing) (horn honking) (horn honking) - (tires screech) - (horn honks) (horn honking) (tires squealing) - (phone rings) - (gasps, exhales) - What? - VICKY: Claire, he saw me. Get the hell out of there. He's coming back there. Wait. I haven't even found the video or the files yet. Get the hell out of there. You got five minutes, max. (door creaks) (creaking) - (screams) - (screams) Mrs. Peterson! Mr. Sandborn. You scared the living... - daylights out of me. - Sorry. What in the world are you doing here? - You scared m... - Sorry. (birds chirping) VICKY (over phone): Tell me that you're home, and that all the doors are locked. Yes. And I found the computer, - and I deleted all the files. - Good. Good. But I found something else even creepier. I'm not surprised. He's a freak. Does Ethan know any cops in San Bernardino? Oh, I'm sure he does. If we're not having dinner with his mother, we're having dinner with cops. Why? Just a hunch. I might have to go there later. - I'll call him. - Oh, he went to Laughlin with his mother for her birthday. Welcome to my world. - But listen, I'll call... - (pounding) - What? - He's here! Get out of there! Run! (doorknob rattling) VICKY: Claire, Claire, I'm gonna call the cops. - (pounding) - Talk to me here. I'm dying. - He's trying to force the lock. - What?! Oh, God. Run, hide! (sighs) Hey, Mom, what's with the knife? It's Kevin. Oh, my God. - I'm going crazy. - (Vicky sighs) You guys have to spend the night with me out here. OK? Oh, God. I love you very much. I'll talk to you later. (phone beeps) VOICEOVER: Ah, the sun - it makes our ingredients better and this taste better. Actually, sunshine makes everything better. Now low in calories. (ENERGETIC MUSIC) Enjoy the refreshing taste of Lipton Ice Tea. Seven awesome recipes all made with fresh dough, vine-ripened tomato sauce, and stretcher, tastier mozzarella. 5-buck pizzas, no coupon required. MAN: Ethan, uh, said you wanted to take a look at the Sandborn case. - Yes. - Sad. I remember it. They were on a back road outside San Bernardino. Tire marks indicated the driver had lost control of the car. (thump, tires squealing) (horn blaring) The crash killed both passengers instantly. And it was ruled an accident? Bodies were destroyed, so there was no toxicology, but we assume the driver was drunk. Why was that? Well, he had a long history of DUIs. Or his brakes went out. I mean, they-they could've been tampered with. Well, Mrs. Peterson, even if his brakes went out, there was no indication of malfeasance. Sometimes brakes malfunction. Sometimes, uh, people drive while intoxicated. This is the Sandborn car. If you don't need anything else... One more question, Detective. Um... Was this a 2006 minivan? Well, yeah, that's exactly what it is. Is there something else I need to know, Mrs. Peterson? No. Thank you. (phone buzzing) - Hey, Noah. - NOAH: You home? Yeah, what's up? You got plans tonight? Well, I'm supposed to go to that car show with my dad. Well, I'm over here working on Vicky's tractor. - You're at Vicky's? - Yeah, I'm at her ranch. You know where it's at? Yeah, no, I think I know where that is. Is everything all right? Can you and your dad swing by and give me a hand? Yeah, OK, yeah, let me ask. - Just get over here. - All right. Catch you later. Bye. Let me just start off by saying I'm sorry. No, really, I-I am-- very, very sorry-- Vice Principal Lansing. See, I've-I've got a bit of a temper, you know. There's no denying that. And sometimes, (sighs) well, it gets the best of me. Like when I'm feeling like I'm being bullied, and no one likes to be bullied, Vicky. Can I call you Vicky? I mean, given that I'm in your house, and it's after hours, calling you 'Vice Principal' just feels, I don't know, wrong. See, my guess, Vicky, is that, uh, you don't like to be bullied. I mean, who would? But that's what you were doing to me today. You and Claire. Now, the two of you, with your little secrets... (sighs) You were playing a joke. You know, a silly little game. Trying to make me think that you were her so... she could do what? Something sneaky? Something... she's hiding from me? What was it, Vicky? (phone ringing) No, no, no, no. Let me. (ringing continues) Vicky. Listen, I am pretty sure that Noah tampered with the brakes on his parents' car, and that's why they crashed. And I'm pretty sure he did the same thing to Garrett's. VICKY: Claire, I need you. I need to talk. Can you come over? (muffled screaming) (whimpering) Vicky? (floorboard creaking) Vicky, are you upstairs? - (floorboard creaking) - (gasps) Vicky? Vicky. - (cat yowls) - (screams) (squealing) (screams) Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God. OPERATOR: 911. What's your emergency? - (Claire screams) - Out. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. No. (sobbing) You killed Vicky. For you. For you, OK? She wasn't your friend, Claire. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey. OK? When I love somebody, I protect them. That's what heroes do. No heroes kill their mother and father! I would never, ever hurt my mother. I loved my mother, but she killed herself. My cheating father and his whore got what they deserved. But, hey, I protect the people I love. This is all for you. OK? CLAIRE: No! (sobbing) Now, let's go. Bellini Rangehood 175 dollars accomplish anything that you wanna do and get the look that you're after. You can make a big difference in your home without spending a fortune. 8 Litre Sure Coat Interior Paint only 50 dollars Bellini Rangehood 175 dollars 25cc Line Trimmer 137 dollars 15m Soaker Hose just 7 dollars 98 Where you find a competitors lower price on the same stocked item, we'll beat it by 15 percent # BUNNINGS WAREHOUSE # Lowest prices are just the beginning. That's our policy Garrett. Garrett! Oh, my God. What did you do to him?! Well, he ran into a 14-inch crescent wrench. KEVIN: Mom! Kevin. Noah, you hurt my mom, I swear to God... - Really, Kevin? - Are you OK? I would never hurt your mother. I love your mother. Just steady your breathing, baby. - (gasping) - NOAH: And honestly, I'd hoped you'd see me as a mentor who cared about you more than your cheating father ever did. Tell him, Claire. Do you need your shot? KEVIN: Mom. You know, it's destiny, Claire. And you can't interfere with destiny. Mom, no, no... We're meant to be. And Garrett... needs to know that. - (groans) - Wake up. Hey, wake up! (shouts) (sighs) It's gonna be OK. You know, I was gonna take Kevin with us. Seems like he's got too much of his father in him. (sniffs) No, he needs to go. No. No, no, no. No, he's not like his father at all. Noah, y-you've taught him. You've changed him. All right. All right, uh, then, uh, he'll come with us. Yes. Form our own family. Mom! Mom! (screams) Please, Noah. Please, just stop this. Let me help you. - There's still time. - There's no time. This is our time. You'll never be lovelier than you are right now. We will never be here again. (groaning) (sighs) (sniffs) (sniffs, sighs) What are you doing? I'm building a funeral pyre. - What does it look like? - Noah. You can't do this. No. Stop! (groans) I'm sick and tired of everyone - going back and forth. - (screams) So, it's time to make a choice, my love. You either live with me, (sniffs) or you die with them. No! No! (screaming) (yells) (groaning) (yelling) Take Kev and get out of here! - (gunshot) - (groans) No! Garrett! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! (sobbing): Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Stay with me, Garrett. Garrett, stay with me. - Stay with me. - All right. Let's go, Claire. You'll see. You and me. Off-grid. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. (coughing) You can trust me. But, Noah... you can't trust me. (screaming) (gunshots) (Garrett groaning) Die, you piece of fucking shit! - No! - (gunshot) (groaning) (coughing) (screams) (coughing) Don't! (screams) Don't! Sorry, buddy, but sometimes, even heroes have to make tough choices. Noah. Noah. Noah! You're no hero. (indistinct radio transmission) CLAIRE: I'm here. I'm right here. All right, guys, lift on three. One, two, three. Me and Kevin are right here, sweetie. We got him now, ma'am. Don't you worry. He's gonna be fine. Just hang in there. Hang in there. You're gonna be OK. You're gonna be OK. (whispering): And then we're gonna go home. You hear me? We're going home. (engine starts, sirens wailing) Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2020