"Sub Rip  Edited By Bergis Sub" "(birds calling faintly )... ( grass rustling )... ( woman laughing )..." "( squeals )... ( laughing breathlessly )..." "( laughing continues )..." "( wind blowing )... i love it here." "i know you do." "i can feel my life, you know?" "( murmurs gently )..." "( birds calling )... sportscaster ( over radio ):" "pitch to hatteberg." "strike ball over the outside corner, at the knees." "appeared a llittle upset with the call... by the home plate umpire, but deferred to say anything." "( sportscast continues indistinctly ) the last half of the ninth inning." "the boston red sox, six, the t oronto blue jays, four... ( emergency brake cranks )... ( sportscast stops )... hey." "woman: hey." "morning, dr. fowler." "morning, natalie." "how you doing, boys?" "great." "hey, duncan, sure you don't want to go?" "nah." "want to get in here?" "no, he wants to stay here." "scootch up. get in the middle there." "come on." "bye, dr. fowler." " bye." " bye." "( laughing ): you don't want... to wave good-bye?" "you don't want to wave good-bye?" "( laughs )... sweetie, what do you want for breakfast?" "cereal." "sportscaster:" "the weel red sox radio network." "announcer: you've been llistening... to 'red sox replay.' wqss-camden's repeat broadcast of boston red sox baseball... has been brought to you... by george c. hall  sons of rockland... in business in mid-coast since 19..." "( foghorn blowing )..." "( Playing soft music )" "( Playing soft music continue )" "( back-up signal beeping )..." "( Playing soft music continue )" "there you go." "( engine slowing )..." "( whirring loudly )... oh, boy." "you see what happened to this poor fella?" "what?" "well, look. he lost an arm." "see, the trap has nylon nets, called 'heads'--... two side... side heads to let the lobster crawl in... and inside, what they call a 'bedroom head' to hold the bait and keeps him from escaping." "now, you know the old saying... 'two's company, three's a crowd'?" "well, it's like that." "you, uh, get more than two of these in a bedroom... and chances are something like that's going to 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... they're the most dangerous... especially when they're growing berries." "'berries'?" "yeah, eggs." "you see?" "she can take out two males, no problem." "that's when you get a lobster you can't sell." "but this fine lady, she, uh, she has it easy... 'cause the state says we have to let her go." "( water splashes )... okay, now... you think you can handle this?" "mm-hmm." "are you sure?" "mm-hmm." "okay, go ahead." "put her in the tank." "higher. higher." " higher." "i'll swing you higher." "like that?" "( ball game playing )... is that high enough?" "duncan: yep." "aah, ruth hates these." "what?" "i got the wrong kind of buns." "maybe we can borrow hers." "two." "okay, you've had a lot, huh?" "here, sweetie." "ah, what i would give to have back my youth." "yeah, well, willis, you never had that in your youth." "( laughing ): you can go play." "sportscaster: tony batista... with that most unusual stance away from the plate." "hey, father, you made it." "if i don't get to see you fellas here... i don't get to see you at all." "hey." "hey." "you want a beer?" "no." "i'm going to go see... if your mom needs any help, okay?" "all right, good luck." " yeah." "( knife chopping )... excuse me." "can i help you with anything here?" "oh, yes. uh, you can hand me that bowl, dear." "great." "uh... this one... here?" "yes. thank you." "( water dripping in sink )... i'm looking forward to that concert on labor day." "the music's so unusual." "it's haunting, really." "it is, isn't it?" "mmm." "how did you..." "learn about that... uh... style?" "at brown." "uh-huh." "i did my thesis on eastern european folk music." "oh, i thought about becoming a teacher." "well, why didn't you?" "mommy." "yeah?" "what are you eating?" "nothing." "is it good?" "yeah." "( laughing )... swing me. swing me." "okay, i'll swing you, dunc." "i have... i'll be right back." "go ahead." "so, mr. strout mentioned you again." "i'll bet he did." "he still talks about you." "says you're the best can-packer he ever had." "yeah?" "says you looked real cute in that hair net." "excuse me, boys. an offering." "here, father." "thank you." "so, uh, that's what charles senior's doing... and, uh, 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." "wha...?" "you can't request the same girl at supercuts." "dad:" "I tell you... those boys are having a great time." "it was good of you to do this for them." "well, she hasn't brought them before... because she's embarrassed." "she shouldn't be embarrassed." "i wish you hadn't put up that monstrosity." "we're just going to have to take it apart... when they leave." "what, the swing?" "the swing." "oh, ruth, he's a kid." "what do you expect?" "'happy birthday. here's a box." "drag it around for a while.' he's a kid." "he's like me, he wants it now." "( gasping ): oh, the cake." "oh, great." "man ( over radio ):...find solutions... to fit your unique goals... has 3,500 new england team members to help you... hey, there, birthday boy, come here." "daddy, daddy." "yeah, duncan." "( laughing )... ?" "happy birthday to you ?" "... ?" "happy birthday to you ?" "... ?" "hey, happy birthday, dear duncan ?" "... ?" "happy birthday to you... ?" "... mom, i don't want to go." "come on." "( singing continues )... mom, i don't want to go." "shit. what is he doing here?" "?" "...happy birthday, dear duncan ?" "... ?" "happy birthday to you. ?" "... ( grunting )... hey, there, jace." "come on over here, buddy." "daddy's taking us to the arcade." "yeah." "i told you he'd come, buttface." "( laughs )... hey." "hey, 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." "uh-uh." "all right." "you're welcome to stay and have some food." "my dad's cooking." "sportscaster ( on radio ):...tim bogar, the houston shortstop... just homered off jason bere in the second... matt... should we do something?" "no." "it's okay." "( sportscast continues indistinctly )... i'll, uh... i'll see you later, then." "okay." "a little while." "oh... ruth: she's not divorced yet, you know." "matt: it's the same thing." "maine has crazy laws, that's all." "anyway, he loves her boys." "oh, god, you don't think he wants to...?" "no, he's not going to marry her." "well, then what's he doing with her?" "she probably loves him." "girls always have." "let's just leave it at that." "( sighs )... well... he won't listen to me." "i've asked him three times... to dismantle that swing set." "oh, leave it up." "looks like a young couple lives here." "( laughing )... well, he needs his head in school... not in her." "so to speak." "( shocked gasp )... ( chuckling ): ow." "it would help if you were on my side." "oh... i can be on your side." "( chuckling )... i've got a needle." "here i come, ready or not." "come on." "( laughing ): i've got a needle." "you don't need those." "( tone beeps )... mr. and mrs. adamson?" "okay, 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 a while, he sat and just mended our nets... but he can't do that no more." "how's your dad, matt?" "oh, i'm sorry, doctor." "now, elwyn, you remember, jesse fowler passed away... a while ago." "we were at his funeral, remember?" "( fax machine dialing )... uh, back in an hour, janelle." "uh, forgot my lunch." "starting to become a habit." "you just missed him, matt." "he went home for lunch today." "oh, right." "i forgot, he's got an interview." "( door closes )... frank?" "hello?" "hey, frank." "yeah, dad?" "what are you doing here?" "i thought you were driving... to boston for the interview." "yeah. no, it was rescheduled." "uh-huh." "( footsteps approaching )... hi, dr. fowler." "oh, hi." "uh... where are the boys?" "um... they're with my mom." "um... do you like coleslaw?" "( utensil scraping plate )... mm-mmm." "have some more." "sure?" "i got 'em." "( laughing ): put your clothes on." "hands up." "chin up." "jason: mom, i want to play." "all right, all right." "hey, mom, there's frank." " here's your hat." "wait. i'm playing." "um, mom?" "wave, you guys." "mom, hurry up. i'm late." "i'm hurrying." "i'm hurrying. i'm hurrying." "duncan: mom, i want to play." "natalie: all right, you'll play, too, but first, we'll watch him." "hey, frank... did you tell your mom how good it was?" "how good what was?" "aw, frank had quite a time this afternoon." "loved your coieslaw." "ate enough for two." "well, that's what it's for." "hot dogs?" "yeah, i'll take one." "no." "so, how are the kids?" "things okay?" "yeah, they're fine." "good. that's good." "oh, how was your interview?" "it was... it was..." "it was great." "good." "jason." "( singsongy ): jason." "get it." "she's such a brave girl." "that's it." "you're driving me nuts, ma." "i've had lots of girlfriends... and i don't understand why this one is any different." "i know you don't." "we're not serious, ma." "no?" "no." "it's a summer thing." "mmm, i see." "( motor turns off)... how'd you get in this time?" "chimney." "thank you." "what can i help you with?" "i was just dropping that off for jason." "what?" "that." "i didn't know where you'd want to put it." "it's about time he got it." "what am i going to do with it?" "it is really going to mean a lot to him, rich." "he's really been improving lately." "yeah, so i heard." "it would have been nice if you'd come to his game." "i just got your message." "where are they, with him?" "that's none of your business." "i see-- they're my boys... but they're none of my business." "you know what i mean." "yeah." "( clearing throat )... i was thinking about moving back... here... with you and the boys." "what are you talking about?" "what am i talking about?" "i'm talking about moving back... is what i'm talking about." "i know what you're thinking." "it's different now." "yeah?" "yeah." "how's the job?" "your father take you back on at the cannery?" "that's funny." "still getting checks, aren't you?" "or do i have to call my father's accountant?" "hey, did you see my new rig out there?" "it's really nice." "it's not exactly new." "i traded david the truck for it." "it's got room for all of us." "good grocery-getting car." "you want to take a ride?" "gee, rich, you don't change." "you don't change, do you?" "change?" "no." "no, i don't change." "everything around me changes." "you change." "you take my house... and you take my kids... and you fuck this other guy... but me, i don't change at all." "it's not your house." "oh, really?" "no. as far as..." "( whispers ): fucking goes... who was it that answered the phone the other morning?" "she was just... it doesn't matter." "i don't care." "it's not working." "nat, i just want a chance." "for what?" "so they can pretend... they have a real father for a few days, and... i am their real father." "i am their father." "no, richard." "you know what defines a father?" "it's what he does." "not what he promises." "it's being a positive, conslistent presence." "( chuckling )... a positive, conslistent presence." "wow." "what does that mean?" "i just don't get it." "but i'm not fucking a college boy, am i?" "look... you... uh... can you just go now?" "i don't want you here when they get back." "oh, you wouldn't want that?" "no." " no." "no, you have to leave now." "okay." "i'll see you later, richard." "yeah. good-bye, nat." "hey... you know, i've been ignoring our difference in age... but you keep playing with those blocks... i'm going to start to worry." "you're not looking at the house." "look." "it's not all mine." "it's part mack." "see, the whole idea of what mack was trying... to achieve was a common area in the center of the house." "i mean, large open spaces-- they weren't unique to mack... but the idea of separating the family... so that the parents were on one side... and the kids are on the other, so... they'll all spill into the center." "it's brilliant. it's.... i'm boring you, aren't i?" "no." "mm-mm." "i was just thinking." "about what?" "about you." "school." "what if i wait a year?" "frank... a year is not going to make... no, you can't do that, frank." "why not?" "i've thought a lot about this." "i have, and.... no. you... you told me it takes forever... just to establish yourself." "exactiy. so what's a year in forever?" "that's twisted logic." "( laughing )... do you know what duncan said to me today?" "oh, you wouldn't be changing the subject, would you?" "he said, 'frank, i don't think jason... really understands girls.' oh, he didn't." "he did." "( both laughing )... 'understands girls.'" "well, what'd you say?" "i didn't know what to say to that." "i said... i said, 'give him time, duncan." "he'll come around.' if this is how he is now, then we're in trouble." "what is this, action man?" "yeah. richard gave it to dunc for his birthday." "( women singing balkan folk song )... very good." "okay, it's 7:30." "we should stop now." "now remember... when you sing these words... the way we feel about the harbor... is how the balkans felt about the river sava." "and listen to your tapes." "'mollih ta' is still very rough... and we've got a 40-minute program." "to have ready by labor day." "labor day." "oh, and anna?" "yeah, ms. fowler?" "next time, duck." "yoo-hoo." "yeah. great." "( groaning ): dad... is that acid?" "what are you putting in there?" "oh, my god." "what happened?" "matt: come on, frank. hold still." "all right, dad." "this was her husband, wasn't it?" "ex. he dropped in." "you going to press charges?" "no." "well, what's to stop him from doing it again?" "did you hit him at all?" "come on, tell me tell me you hit him." "matt." "just so he doesn't do it again." "i don't think i touched him." "aah. jesus. dad." "so what are you going to do?" "take karate." "oh, that is not the problem." "mom, you know you like her." "i like a lot of people, frank." "what about the boys, did they see it?" "no, they were asleep." "did you leave her alone with him?" "he left first." "she was yelling at him." "i believe she had a skillet in her hand." "oh, for god's sakes." "did you call the police?" "not yet." "you didn't call them?" "well, i just got in." "where's the phone book?" "when did i have chance to call the police?" "no, mom, no, don't call them." "if you call the police, they'll come over... and scare the kids." " matt... we got to call them." "no, we're not calling them." "it was a scuffie. that's it." "it wasn't serious." "oh, right, just like the relationship isn't serious." "oh, ruth." "now is not the time." "well, when is the time... after he knocks him into a coma?" "this is stopping now." "oh, really?" "come fall, you're on a plane." "are you taking them with you?" "what are the boys going to think... when you just disappear?" "hey, easy, mom." "frank, this is not some sweetie from vassar... that you can visit on holidays." "you're not in this alone." "and the sooner you end it, the better." "( quietly ): oh, god... what are we going to do?" "i don't know." "well, you've got to talk to him, matt." "( sighs )... i don't know." "maybe he's right about scaring the kids." "why don't we just sleep on it--... deal with it tomorrow?" "are you going to call the police, or do i have to?" "i just told you what i think." "if you want to call them, call them." "( moans )... it's not the first time... she's played around, you know." "she's not with the guy anymore." "no, i mean from before." "what are you talking about?" "oh, come on, you've heard the same things i have." "you seem to forget." "i don't take my lunches in the teachers' lounge." "maybe he still loves her." "( seagull calling )... best part of the cod." "the outsiders, they won't touch it." "summer fishermen--... well, they're part-timers like frank here--... get in your hair." "as many as 80 of them now with licenses." "hmm. should've put up a sign:" "'stay in your own backyard, or lose your traps.' see, henry here is just sore... 'cause i catch about twice as much as he does... with an old second-hand boudreau." "now, don't you listen to him, son." "that boat is fine." "she was my first." "i kind of miss her, sometimes." "and that truck you're driving." "when are you headed back to school, frank?" "hmm?" "( laughing )... ( laughing continues )... hi, dr. fowler." "how you doing, jason?" "good." "what'd you pull?" "not too bad." "about 40 pounds." "i haven't caught sight of you in days." "you know where to find me." "when are you coming home?" "has it come to this?" "come to what?" "you having to run errands for mom." "i'm thinking of building a couple hundred more traps--... see if i can do better than break even." "take you more than two years... to get a license to fish off-season." "right. unless henry takes me on as his sternman." "you think he'd do that?" "maybe." "it's as good a life as any." "it was good enough for your father... and sometimes things just skip a generation." "you don't think... you don't think you might need something more?" "why... so i can have an ivy league education like you, and...?" "christ, if it's so great... how come you sneak out of the office every day... to come down here?" "i like spending time with my son." "uh-huh." "i don't know, dad." "it's just-- i don't know." "she's a wonderful girl... and that's what i see." "henry: hey, frank." "how long you gonna be parked there?" "i'd like to unload." "give me a hand?" "yeah, sure." "you can't hypnotize... the cards into changing, matt." "for chrissake, bet, or you know carl's gonna start." "'the beggar's dog and the widow's cat... 'feed them and thou wilt grow fat." "'the gnat sings his summer's song." "'poison gets from slander's tongue." "'the poison of the snake and newt... 'is the sweat of envy's foot." "the poison of the honey bee is the artist's jealousy.' all right, carl. two bucks." "i'll tell you, man, you got to get out of this blake thing." "you're in a rut." "don't get him started, matt." "whenever i do my own stuff, you guys bitch and moan." "that's not true." "we love your stuff." "it's great stuff, right?" "( laughter )... carl?" "i'm in." "everybody in?" "frankie, you in?" "( all groaning )... guess i'm the winner." "always the quiet ones." "deal." "come on. come on." "don't mind me." "your father's snoring." "( sniffs )... ugh." "eat." "you must be hungry." "i'm not hungry." "coffee?" "so, you talked to her?" "yeah." "and how is she?" "she's great." "frank, i just... i just wanted to tell you that we... that I liked her." "do like her." "she's a wonderful girl." "ma, you're not really going to have... this conversation with me right now, are you?" "good night." "good night." "okay. all right." "no, that's fine, sir." "i'll send it to you right away." "okay." "oh, yes, i'm very excited." "i'm, uh... it's a beautiful campus, and i'm... i'm, uh, preparing already." "yes." "oh, thank you, thank you, sir." "yes, well, compared to your models... it doesn't compare to your models, but... i am." "i'm aware of the lautner house." "yeah." "excuse me, sir, can you hold on one second?" "( quiet beep )... hello?" "jace?" "jace, what is it?" "okay, jason, stay put." "i'll be right there." "stay put." "natalie: um... he just, um... he just pushed me." "he didn't hit me." "he didn't hit you. that's great." "we should throw a party for him." "he didn't hit you." "frank." "that's enough of this." "we're calling the police." "no, w-w-w-w-w-wait, wait-- uh-uh." "natalie, we're calling the police." "no, no, i don't... i don't know what i want to do." "i don't... i hate this." "i hate the kids seeing this." "i... i don't know what to do." "( sobbing )... hey, it's okay. it's okay." "i'm here now. i'm here now." "it's all right." "( kissing )... i'm not going anywhere." "okay." "it's all right." "okay, okay." "mom." "oh." "( pounding on door )... go upstairs with the kids." "no. i'm afraid." "natalie, go upstairs." "i'm not letting him in the house. go upstairs." "no. uh-uh." "it's better if he doesn't see you." "go upstairs." "don't let him in." "don't let him in." "go." " frank, don't let him in." "richard: open the door." "frank, frank, buddy..." "you in there?" "frank, i'm really sorry about... what happened, all right?" "i apologize." "i'm sorry about what happened." "now open the door." "richard, leave. leave now." "i'm not letting you in this door." "she left. natalie is gone." "she's not here, and i'm calling the police... if you don't leave." "just go." "all right." "all right." "( rattling )... get out, motherfucker." "read him a story." "i'll be right back, okay?" "i don't want to stay here." "you have to." "you have to stay here." "you have to stay here." "look at me-- you're staying here, okay?" "read him a story." "jason: 'clock, clock, tick-tock, where's the clock?" "what time is it?" "' richard: where is she?" "you're fucking lying." "where is she?" "frank: put that away. put that away." "( gunshot )... ( screams )... no." "( sobbing ): no." "( running footsteps )... mommy." "( gentle beep )... matt, there's a mrs. strout on line two." "she says it's very important." "hello?" "hello, natalie?" "( choir sings haunting balkan folk song )... ( singing continues )..." "( singing continues )... great." "priest: 'your fear of death... 'is but the trembling of the shepherd... 'when he stands before the king... 'whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor." "'is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling... 'that he should wear the mark of the king?" "'yet is he not more mindful... 'of his trembling?" "'for what is it to die... 'but to stand naked in the wind... 'and to melt into the sun?" "'and what is it to cease breathing... 'but to free the breath from its restless tides... 'that it may rise and expand... 'and see god unencumbered?" "'only when you drink from the river of silence... 'shall you indeed sing." "'and when you have reached the mountaintop... 'then you shall begin to climb." "'and when the earth shall claim your limbs... then shall you truly dance.'" "( subdued indistinct conversation )..." "( laughing )..." "( conversation continues )... can i get you anything?" "uh... where's ruth?" "she went to lie down, matt." "excuse me." "( footsteps approaching )..." "( subdued conversation downstairs )..." "( conversation continues downstairs )..." "( boy laughing downstairs )..." "( clanking )..." "( no audio )..." "( crying quietly )..." "( crying continues )..." "( applause on tv )... host ( on tv ): ah, my next guest... is a very talented funnyman... who will be performing live at the end of the month... at the montreal comedy festival 'just for laughs.'" "please welcome anthony clark." "( cheering and applause on tv )... some more?" "mm-hmm." "clark: wow." "host: how we doing?" "they're so nice. wow." "they're good people." "they really are." "some of them were packing... but we've cleared that up." "that's good." "so what's been going on?" "well, you know, i've actually... been out with ricky martin, livin' the vida loca." "( laughter )... you know ricky?" "actually, when you hang out with ricky... a lot of people want to speak spanish to you." "and, um, i think that's cool." "i took three years of spanish in high school..." "( engine chugging loudly )..." "( lawnmower chugs in distance )..." "( quiet knocking at door )... ( knocking )... yeah?" "matt, i'm going to go to lunch." "okay." "can i get you anything?" "no, i'm fine." "are you sure?" "yeah, i'm... i'm okay." "okay." "( phone ringing in distance )..." "( dinnerware clattering )... don't worry, i didn't make them." "i wanted the cheese." "what?" "oh. that's mine." "( chuckling )... sorry." "you got back to work so quick, matt." "it's not too soon?" "i can't stay home." "so, how's business?" "oh, you know, same old crap." "got held up again." "well, you knew that." "no, i didn't." "yeah." "they got 75 bucks." "were you on the till?" "they'd have gotten something else, if i'd been on the till." "( both chuckle )... so, how you doing, matt?" "you don't write, you don't call." "where'd the love go?" "nag, nag, nag." "( chuckling )... they set the ball hearing yet?" "uh, sometime in the next few days, yeah." "are you going?" "uh... i don't know." "davis says it's a formality, really." "i haven't talked with ruth... about whether or not she thinks we ought to go." "if it's too much for ruth, i'll come with you." "thanks." "uh, it'll be all right." "davis says it's a formality, really." "the criminal trial set yet?" "uh, october." "october?" "." "that's what they tell me." "christ, they take their time." "well, he's in there now." "they're keeping him busy, i'm sure." "you know where they'll move him, once he's sentenced?" "got any, uh, tabasco?" "hey, anita. tabasco." "hey." "aw, shit." "next weekend, matt... we really want you to come up to the camp." "katie's insisting." "not to pressure you or anything, but if you don't come... she's going to invite her sister and that idiot... and i'm going to wind up insulting him again." "the future of my family is in your hands." "uh, let me ask ruth." "woman ( on tv):" "so the combination of spices... is very southern, and i'll tell you what makes it southern." "there are coriander seeds, which i'm going to put... ( door opening )... in this cast iron skillet... hi." "how was your day?" "fine." "i had lunch with willis." "...about two tablespoons there... it was really great to see him." "my day was fine, too, thanks." "sorry, did you say something?" "you don't want to use too much of that." "just a little bit." "no." "...a quarter teaspoon." "uh... katie and willis invited us... up to the camp for the weekend." "i said i'd check with you... in case we were doing something else." "once it starts roasting, it doesn't take very long... that sounds fine." "we, uh, we don't have to go." "you don't want to?" "yeah, i want to." "then tell them yes." "well, i thought you might be, uh... busy getting the girls ready." "no." "so i let it cool off very slightly... okay." "put all the spices in one bowl... when it's slightly cooled off, in it goes, into the grinder... all right, the next matter is the matter... of state of maine v. richard strout." "the record should reflect... that the defendant has been incarcerated... in the knox county jail without ball... since the 1 7th of july." "we're here for a ball hearing." "mr. davis, given the fact... that we have a very crowded trial calendar... i'm going to suggest that we do both the ball hearing... and probable cause hearing today at 2:00." "so unless I hear any objection to the contrary." "I'd like to set it for 2:00... and we will take testimony of your witnesses at that time." "natalie: i... i closed the door." "i... i walked... through my room." "i heard some yelling." "i heard yelling." "heard yelling." "i got to the stairs..." "( sighs )... and then i heard... i heard the shot." "richard... lawyer: i-i'm sorry." "( sobbing ): richard... could we go back just a minute?" "mrs. strout, you said you heard the shot." "yes." "you heard the shot?" "did you actually witness... the accident?" " objection." "your honor, there are no grounds... to indicate this was an accident." "judge: sustained." "strike the word 'accident' from the record." "rephrase your question, ms. keyes." "mrs. strout, in the police report you stated... that you had witnessed the firearm discharge." "did you witness the firearm discharge?" "( gasping )... i thought you said there would be... a jury trial sometime in october." "if he was incarcerated... the judge would have set an october court date... basically to save the county... the cost of housing and feeding him as an inmate." "but, with bail, unfortunately, the court date is always later." "you mean there's nothing we can do about this?" "you let that bastard just walk out... and we're supposed to just sit here?" "we can't appeal bail." "it's just not set up that way." "the state's ball code is to ensure future court appearances." "now, in this case, strout's family was prepared... to put up a substantial amount of property as ball." "that, along with his ties to the community... made it very hard for us to convince a judge... that there was a serious risk of flight." "now, you can file... a civil suit." "i recommend it." "but not now." "wait until after the criminal trial." "and when will that be?" "well, honestly... could be anywhere from... 12 to 18 months." "oh, my god." "you're confident you can put him away for good then, right?" "the things she said in there... what's the damage?" "the way this is going... potentially... manslaughter." "jesus christ." "he killed our son." "he-- it was no accident." "ruth, ruth, ruth... ruth." "uh... how long will he be sent away for?" "well, that's hard to say, really." "anywhere from five to 15 years." "but we're confident that we'll get the maximum." " so even with good behavior - five years?" "." " he'll do ten full years." " ten years?" "." "are you out of your mind?" "." "dr. fowler, mrs. fowler, i'm sorry." "i understand." "no, you don't." "( whispering ): no, you don't." "( car engine droning )..." "( engine thrumming )... ( bird chirping )... reporter: dr. fowler, what will... your next step be?" "matt: uh, i don't know... reporter 2: dr. fowler, how do you feel... about the result today?" "matt: well, that's, that's... something... ( tableware clattering )... ( birds chirping )... reporter 3: dr. fowler, have you had any... contact with mrs. strout?" "matt: no." "reporter 4: how's mrs. fowler handling this?" "( tableware clattering )... reporter 5: do you feel that justice... has been served today?" "matt: i think our legal system... will determine that." "( camera shutter clicking )... reporters: dr. fowler... dr. fowler... matt:" "leave now." "reporter 2: any more legal action planned?" "( door slams ) - can you believe this?" "i ask those idiots to leave, and no one budges, not one." "what are we supposed to do, make them sandwiches?" "what are you asking for?" "what?" "if you want them to leave, tell them to leave." "okay, i'll tell them to leave." "good." "woman ( on tv ): and they never come up... to the standard." "and so they're always and forever disappointed. always." "they're never doing enough... they're never working hard enough." "they never behaved right enough." "they were never a good enough father... never a good enough husband." "and not only can they not please themselves... sad to say, most of the time... nobody else can please them either." "you slept late... for you." "yeah, i took one of your pills." "you never do that." "mmm... well, there it is in black and white." "you should read some of the things he says." "it's unbelievable." "yeah." "well, i, uh, i better be going." "where?" "it's saturday." "oh, there's some stuff i have to catch up on at the office." "i won't be long." "( kissing )..." "( door opens and shuts )..." "( cash register keys beeping )... ( receipt printing )... thank you." "do you want your receipt?" "matt: natalie." "hi." "( whispering ): hi." "i, uh, hope i'm not disturbing you." "uh-uh." "not at all." "could you break a fifty, please?" "excuse me." "( register whirring )... ( counting bills )... woman: thank you, dear." "could i possibly have another bag?" "oh, sure." "( doorbell tinkling )... ( screen door slams )... yeah, well, i was just, uh... just wondering how you're doing." "i tried to reach you." "oh." "um... we're at my mom's now." "i wanted to call you." "that's... that's okay." "dr. fowler, i... can't... yeah, i-i-i-i know." "i didn't lie." "i didn't lie the first time." "it was... it's how it came out." "( doorbell tinkling )... ( footsteps )... ( door slams )... ( quietly ): mrs. fowler?" "no, uh... man: can i get a pack... of marlboro reds?" "( register alarm beeping )... ( banging register )... ( receipt printing )..." "( doorbell tinkling )... ( door slams )... how are the boys?" "they all right?" "( whispering ): yeah." "uh... i got to go." "i'll see you." "( door slams )... so how much of this is yours?" "( chuckling )... you ask me that every time." "you know the cove, the other side of the cabin?" "yeah." "all the way to the other shoreline." "almost 350 acres." "know what it went for when i bought it?" "no." "you don't want to know." "( both chuckling )... oh, and that's little charles down at the pool." "he figured out how to get down to the pool... on the elevator, by himself." "oh, he must've been very proud." "oh, yeah." "oh, and that's shannon waiting in line for--... oh, my god-- that roller coaster." "you know the one?" "oh, my god." "were the lines very long?" "uh, yeah, yeah, sometimes." "60 minutes and upwards." "unless, of course, you got... the, um... uh, fastpass." "( laughs gently )... what's the fastpass?" "uh, well, you know, you got all these different kingdoms there... and, uh... so you take this... fastpass." "it's kind of a laminated card." "you just put into a machine... and it tells you when to come back... so, you know, you don't have to wait in line." "you just go right in and... you guys ever go to florida?" "no." "how many grandchildren do you have now?" "um... ( laughs )... uh, well, all right, there's little charles and shannon... um, the three older ones... and the babies." "( quietly ): that's charles, shannon, mary, george... wendy, lee..." "so, what, that's 11." "( sighs )... it must be wonderful." "willis always says... 'i guess there's no danger of us dying off.'" "i'm so sorry, ruth." "i just wasn't thinking." "i wanted to have more, uh... but we had frank and... matt was just starting his practice... so i guess it made sense." "little charles." "willis: only got half a cord... of oak left at home." "and you know how much that bastard daniels charges." "at least i can stack this up to the cabin... have something to burn this fall." "katie: you know, it's a wonderful product... and they treat you pretty good." "on account of selling mary kay, we got the new subaru." "well, the ride up was very comfortable." "it's a very nice car." "well, it's not really a car." "it's got four-wheel drive." "it's a little suv." "what is... the hell is all that 'suv' crap?" "willis: sports utility vehicle." "it's a little jeep." "suv?" "( laughing ): 'atv' and 'kfc'... what's with all these, uh, these, uh...?" "acronyms." " yeah." "i guess it's just too much trouble... to say what something is anymore." "what does 'pms' stand for?" "all right, i was an army brat." "i grew up with jeeps." "willy's... he's uncomfortable... that i know more about one masculine thing than he does." "only one?" "( chuckling ):" " oh... thanks, buddy." "i like this guy." "you've done a nice job up here, katie." "don't tell me you made these curtains." "is that antique linen?" "well, sort of." "they're pillowcases from our first house." "i've saved every knick knack... and whim-wham we ever had... you included." "willis: well... our timing is off." "( matt chuckles )..." "( metal whining )... willis: of course, he don't like working... in recruitment, anyhows." "christ, they got them boys coming down... to the office in the mall." "he gets them half-processed and they decide... they want to take that 'delayed entry' thing." "christ, i couldn't do it." "katie: or they decide not... to join up at all." "willis:" "like that one kid, there." "he had him all the way through the works and... christ." "yeah... the boy's folks called, uh, called david... and said that the boy was..." "he wanted out so bad that he... well, he'd taken his own life." "something like that gets to you." "christ, i couldn't do it." "i'm going now." "okay." "are you looking forward to going back?" "mm-hmm." "you look nice." "( chuckles )..." "( laughing )... ( woman singing )... ( choir singing balkan folk song )..." "( choir continuing )..." "♫ ♫..." "( singing stops )... that was very good." "i goofed up a little bit, but..." "♫ ♫... ruth." "( gasps )... it comes in waves... and then nothing... like a rest in music... no sound, but so loud." "i don't know what to do." "i... i feel so angry." "Iouise mcvey... lost a child a few years back." "maybe you remember." "she had four." "it was the youngest, wasn't it?" "yes." "she told me about a vision she had... when she found out her daughter had died." "she saw herself at a great distance from the earth... and encircling it, an endless line." "as she got closer... she saw that it was made up of mothers... traveling forward." "she fell into line and began walking with them." "when they reached a certain point... the line divided, and she said she knew... that all the millions of women on her side... were the mothers who had lost children." "she seemed to find great comfort in that." "how did the little girl die?" "a drowning, some kind of swimming accident." "oh." "the name of the game is texas chase 'em." "henry: oh, geez." "willis: is there a problem?" "why do you always delude yourself with that crap?" "what are you talking about?" "look, we're not in vegas." "it's five-card draw or seven-card stud." "that's what i said-- five-card draw, jacks to open." "carl?" " asshole." "( chuckling )... i'll bet a buck." "raise a buck." "( sighs )... say something, for chrissake." "quit pussyfooting around me." "you want me to stare at these cards all night?" "'there are things of which i may not speak... 'there are dreams that cannot die... 'there are thoughts that make the strong heart weak... 'and bring a pallor into the cheek... 'and a mist before the eye... 'and the words of that fatal song... 'come over me like a chill:" ""a boy's will..." ""is the wind's will..." ""and the thoughts of youth... are long, long thoughts."" "okay, you got the two." "willis: i'm in there." "i'll take one." "willis: okay, you got it." "i'm going to need-- oh, i need them all-- three." "make them good." "( couple talking )... you look very pretty." "you know where we're going tonight?" "it's a surprise." "( woman giggles )..." "( car door shuts )..." "( metal clinks )... matt?" "( metal clinks )..." "( clinking )..." "( engine humming )..." "( engine droning )... ah." "( engine continues droning )..." "( gulls calling )..." "♫ ♫... sportscaster ( over radio ):" "atlanta one; red sox nothing." "from the stretch, martinez." "still one and two on jordan." "he's hit 13 home runs." "he's got a teammate at third with two down." "ramon martinez gets the sign, checks the runner at third." "comes to the belt and to the plate." "a swing and a bouncer up the middle." "nomar fields it, gloves it, throws to first." "inning over." "they leave a man in scoring position." "jordan's out-- six to three." "good effort in that inning by ramon martinez... against a tough hitter." "after two and a half innings, atlanta one, red sox nothing... on the weel red sox radio network." "matt: no." "i'm sorry, that's totally unacceptable." "yeah, so what did he say?" "he... no, we can't allow that." "( knocking at door )... hold on a second." "excuse me, matt." "ryan collit's out there." "his mother just brought him in." "i'll, uh, i'll call you back later, okay?" "yeah. yeah, okay." "i'll be back at 4:00, janelle." "okay." "woman:" "I'm sorry, dr. fowler... but you just missed him." "thank you, carle." "no, i really need to see him." "he go to lunch?" "that's right." "he's across the street." "thank you." "that's what they do, you know?" "oh, hey, matt." "hi." "have a seat." "thank you. thank you. i... this is my assistant, jack." "oh, hi, jack." " don." " hi, don." "this is ed." " hi." " that's matt fowler." "so... how's everything going?" "oh, uh, it's-it's-it's okay, you know, uh... i just wanted to go over a couple of things, and, uh... you know, when-when you've had your lunch." "sure." "we really are doing everything we can, matt." "i promise you that." "yeah. what can I do, bill?" "there's nothing, really." "look, it can't be manslaughter." "there's got to be something." "can't you find something, you know... like..." "like some piece of evidence?" "i mean, that happens." "doesn't that happen?" "we really are doing everything we can." "i'm not going to lie to you-- all we've got is strout." "he claims that there was a struggle." "forensics can't determine if there was a struggle... because of the condition of the house... when frank got there." "the best thing for you to do is... just sit tight." "now, we haven't thrown in the towel yet... and you shouldn't either." "we've still got two investigators... working on this case." "( voice fading ): it's still a priority... case for us." "we've got leads we're following up on." "( coins jingling loudly )... we still got a lot of things to do, here... before we wrap this up... but we're doing the best we can with the resources that we have." "you've just got to hang in there with us." "you have to have some confidence." "(jingling )... ( whistle blows )..." "( truck engine starts )... ( car engine starts )... man: he takes these bats... and nails them... right on the wall above the scale... because he knows bigmouth's going to come in there... and weigh his catch eventually, you know?" "he's putting the bats up, one of the old-timers says... 'hey, ivan, what the hell are you doing?" "' the old man says, 'sending a message' and turns around and walks out the door, right?" "now, i walk in, there's... these damn baseball bats up on the wall, right... with a big, huge note written right across the front of them." "what'd it say?" "'here's the bats, if you got the balls.'" "( laughing )... he never messed with our traps again." "hey, dr. fowler." "oh, hi, tim." "did he ever, uh.... does he ever talk to you about what happened on that day?" "no. no." "i don't even see richard anymore... and he'd never tell me anything anyway." "believe me." "oh, sure, sure." "of course not." "i was just wondering if-if, uh, you know... maybe you heard something through the grapevine." "maybe, uh, maybe one of his buddies said something?" "no." "i was thinking--... his brothers still work with you, right?" "they must talk." "what i'm saying is, if we could find something--... just something concrete." "if you could... it could be just, you know, a slip of the tongue." "i'll keep my ears open." "thank you." "it's funny running into you... here, dr. fowler." "yeah, well..." "( music filtering indistinctly through headphones )..." "( clicks/music stops )... oh, i was hoping we could talk." "i... i wanted to tell you how truly sorry i am... and... if there's anything that i can ever... do... to-to... talk with you... oh." "( music filtering through headphones )..." "( laughter )... man, better get back to the grind... and don't steal anything." "hello, mrs. fowler." "will there be anything else?" "i want a pack of marlboro lights." "sure." "that will be, uh, $14.95 with the cigarettes." "thank you." "( slams )... matt: how did it go today?" "something wrong?" "wrong?" "what could be wrong, matt?" "what do you want?" "i want to know what's going on." "oh, right." "you're obviously upset." "is there something we can talk about?" "talk?" "who, us?" "what if somebody walked in?" "they wouldn't recognize us." "they'd think they were in the wrong house." "do you want to talk or not?" "oh, you mean about our dead son?" "no." "we haven't before." "why should we bother now?" "what can i do, ruth?" "forget it, matt." "why don't you just go?" "what do you want from me?" "i want you to stop... acting like nothing's happened." "that's what i want." "why, because i'm not bouncing off the walls?" "no, matt, that would require feelings." "we don't want you to hurt yourself." "do me a favor, ruth." "you want a grieving contest, go find someone else." "oh, i know how you grieve." "go have another beer." "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" "what do you know?" "you know nothing." "you don't... you don't know what i go through." "no, i don't know what you go through, matt... or if you go through anything." "but that's your choice, dear, not mine." "you're goddamn right it is." "my choice is not to scream at the world." "maybe one of us has to be reasonable around here." "you ever think of that?" "reasonable?" "gee, matt... i don't know about you, but i miss my son." "i'm glad you have time for reason." "that's what you imparted to frank, that sense of reason." "( dish clatters )... oh, he thought you were very reasonable." "what are you talking about?" "nothing." "are you..." "are you saying that... that i'm the one... responsible?" "is that it?" "well, uh... well, let me tell you something." "let me tell you something." "you got it backwards." "( water stops running )... i know what you think-- that, uh... that i was... too lenient." "that i let him get away with... everything." "everything." "yes, yes, yes, and why?" "." "why didn't he ever come to you?" "." "he wouldn't listen to me, matt." "no, he wouldn't listen to you... he wouldn't trust me." "you made sure of that." "he wouldn't listen to you... because you never listened to him." "no, but you did." "you were winking at him the whole time." "you encouraged him." "you wanted what he had: her." "oh, my god, you've got to be kidding." "come on, you know it." "you wanted it and you couldn't get it." "that's why you didn't stop him--... so you could get your kicks through your son." "you can't admit the truth to me or to yourself... that frank died for your fantasy piece of ass." "( under breath ): oh, y... you know, y... you want to know why our son is dead?" "you really want to know?" "he was with her not because of me." "he went there because of you." "yes, he did... because you are so..." "controlling... so overbearing... so angry that he was it... that he was our only one." "that is not true." "oh, yes, it is. yes, it is." "even when he was a kid... you were telling him how-how he was always wrong." "oh, i remember... one time you yanked him out of a little league game... and sent him home... for throwing his-his glove in the dirt." "he was what?" "nine years old?" "everything he did... was wrong." "well, what was wrong with him, ruth?" "you're... you're so unforgiving." "you are." "that's what he said." "and you're pulling the same shit with me... and that's a horrible way to be." "it's horrible." "you're bitter, ruth... and you can... point your finger at me all you like... but you better take a damn good look at yourself." "i just wanted to talk about what happened, matt." "( snorts )... you want me to be open with you, embrace you?" "you scare me." "how can i talk to you?" "sometimes i... sometimes i can't even look at you." "( tapping on the door )... no, god." "( tapping continues )... ( sighs )... that's probably the police." "hi, there. i'm krlisten gellar... from the rockland gymnastics association... and today we're selling brand-name candy." "each purchase is matched by the tandy corporation... to help us meet our goal of traveling to oahu... to compete in the east/west conference." "uh, okay, i'll, uh..." "i'll take some." "oh, and today we have a special." "six bars for $10." "okay, i'll, uh..." "i'll, uh, i'll do that." "should i hold something?" "yeah. could you hold this?" "yeah." "thank you." "okay, there's..." "there's the... the $10." "thank you." " uh..." " here." "okay, so i... you can pick anything you want." "any six is...?" "okay." "ruth... what i said just now... i, uh... i-i had no right." "uh... no one... no one should ever have to hear stuff like that." "i'm so sorry." "( whimpering )... it's okay." "no. you're right, matt." "i am horrible." "please, please, please don't." "i don't blame you." "it's just... that girl came by the school... and i couldn't forgive her... and i was... i was so... i'm sorry." "i've been so... i've been so angry." "that's okay." "it's just... i've seen him, and i keep seeing him." "i know. i... i know." "in his room, you know... sometimes i can swear he's there... and, uh, today, at a stoplight... i could've sworn frank... not frank." "richard." "( sobbing ): and i don't know what to do." "ruth... ruth... ruth... uh... where-where did you see him?" "everywhere. downtown." "at the market." "i saw him... i saw him at south end." "he smiled at me, matt." "i keep running into him." "he smiled." "( crying )... oh... it's okay." "it's okay, it's okay." "♫ ♫..." "( footsteps approaching )... katie: honey, are you... coming to bed now?" "soon, baby." "matt's still here." "oh. well... well, hi, matt." "uh, honey, when you come to bed... would you bring me my pills?" "um, they're on the, uh... top shelf... from when the kids were here." "all right." "all right, thanks, dear." "matt:" "I never thought about bail." "i thought i wouldn't have to worry about him for years." "you know what i heard?" "he's tending bar up to old orchard beach... for a friend." "you ever notice even the worst bastards have friends?" "well, nobody knows him over there." "if they do, they don't care." "they drink what he mixes." "i hate him, matt." "my boys went to school with him." "he was the same then." "you know what he'll do?" "five years at the most." "yeah, i know." "remember that woman about seven years ago?" "shot her husband and dropped him off the bridge in the st. george... with a 100-pound sack of cement... and said the whole way through it nobody helped her." "you know where she is now?" "where?" "she's up to searsport now, a secretary... and whoever helped her..." "where the hell is he?" "it'd break my heart, matt-- it would--... but you ever think about just... moving away?" "yeah, we have." "it wouldn't matter." "yeah." "( woman singing slow, balkan folk song )..." "( many women join in singing )..." "( harmonizing )..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "( car passing )... richard:" "let me lock the place up." "i'll walk you to your car." "good night, richard." "i'll see you tomorrow." "wait up. come on, you want to come over for a drink?" "no, thanks." "come on... maybe some other night." "just one drink?" "( engine starts )... come on." "all right." "fucking bitch." "what are you doing here?" "anything i can... help you with?" "don't talk." "oh, god." "unlock the door and get in." "wait just a minute." "let's calm down." "let's calm... all right, all right, all right." "all right." "( whispering ): all right, all right, all right." "unlock it." "( sighs )... is there anyone at your place?" "not tonight." "good." "drive there." "drive slowly." "( ignition buzzing )... don't try to get stopped." "all right." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫... he was making it with my wife, dr. fowler." "don't talk." "( crickets chirping )..." "( engine stops )." "let's go to the back door." "keep your mouth shut." "turn the light on." "where's your suitcase?" "my suitcase?" "yeah. where is it?" "uh, in the bedroom closet." "okay, that's where we're going." "when you come to a door, stop and... turn the light on." "let's go." "( stairs creaking )... there's no wall switch." "where's the light?" "by the bed." "go ahead." "sit down... on the bed." "which closet is it?" "where are the suitcases?" "i wanted to work things out with natalie... try to get back together again... but i couldn't... i couldn't even talk to her." "he was always with her." "dr. fowler, it was an accident." "i'm going to jail to pay for it." "if i ever get out, i'll be an old man." "isn't that enough?" "you're not going to jail." "pack clothes for warm weather." "y-you're going to let me go?" "you're going to jump ball." "( whispering ): what?" "go ahead." "go ahead." "all right, all right." "see, it's, uh..." "it's the trial." "we can't go through that, my wife and i." "that's why you're leaving." "i've got you a ticket." "my wife keeps seeing you." "i can't have that anymore." "thank you, dr. fowler." "i'd go pick up my boys and he'd be there." "sometimes he spent the night." "duncan told me." "i'm sorry, doctor." "all right, that's enough." "i, uh... i need some things from the bathroom." "keep walking." "i got to pee." "go ahead." "( foot kicks door)... ( richard unzipping )..." "( richard urinating )... wait." "let's go." "you know they'll catch me." "they're going to check passenger lists." "i didn't use your name." "they'll figure that out, too." "you think i wouldn't have done it myself if it was that easy?" "you were alone." "we got it worked out." "who's 'we'?" "start the engine. let's go." "( ignition buzzing )... ( engine starts )... there's no planes this time of night, dr. fowler." "go north on 73." "the airport's south." "someone's going to keep you a while." "they'll take you to the airport." "turn the radio on." "find the game." "i-it's after 1:00." "they run it again." "no more talking." "( rock music playing )... ( dialing stations )... ( crowd cheering )... sportscaster ( over radio ):" "let's see, the last red sox player... to have a three-home-run game would have been trot nixon... last year at detroit." "nomar had one previous to that." "off with a fast ball. ball one." "galarraga holds." "against daubach at first." "the outfield swung around to their left." "and a ground-ball roller to shortstop." "flip to second; they force daubach." "6-4 on the force, garciaparra." "actually hit into a force play to end the inning." "6-4 to get daubach at second." "the inning is over." "red sox have left seven." "after six, the red sox seven, the braves two... on the weel red sox radio network." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫... sportscaster ( over radio ):" "...hit the scoring run, there, one for two." "six for ten with a home run, three rbis in the series." "hits one into the air... turn around." "why?" "we missed it. turn around." "okay." "that's like using a rolled-up newspaper... for that hit." "sanders is up." "homered his first time." "one for two." "his fourth of the year." "( sportscaster continues indistinctly )... pitch... he'll throw a strike with a knuckleball." "there's nothing back here, dr. fowler." "i don't understand... why we don't just drive to the airport." "you don't think we'd leave your car at the airport, do you?" "knuckieball over the inside corner for strike two." "i'll get 20 years, dr. fowler." "i'll be 53 years old." "that's a year younger than i am now." "here's the pitch." "inside. just missed." "the crowd groans." "where are we?" "almost there." "turn it off." "leave the lights on." "is this your cabin, dr. fowler?" "no, it isn't." "let's get the bags." "( vehicle door opening )... mr. grinnel." "i'll get them, son." "wait." "you can take this." "( vehicle door opens )..." "( vehicle door closes )... ( footsteps running )... ( grunting )... what did you do?" "this isn't what we talked about." "he, um... he tried to run." "we were going to wait and take him out in the woods." "i couldn't wait." "i better get the atv." "( engine roaring )..." "( grunting )..." "( both grunt )..." "( thunder rumbling )... ( rain falling )... wait." "( twig snaps )... come on. we got to go." "( thunder crashes )..." "♫ ♫..." "( boat approaching )..." "( metal whining )..." "( metallic clanking )... come on. go." "( train whistle blows in distance )... what time is it?" "it's ten to 4:00." "we lost an hour." "i'm sorry." "yeah." "high tide." "can't stop people from fishing, matt." "fucking bridge." "i'm sorry, willis." "stopped into his little shed there once." "place reeked." "the guy spilled more whiskey than we've ever drunk." "we'll just pray he's already three sheets to the wind." "katie's pill will be wearing off soon." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "( bird chirping )..." "( quietly ): okay." "okay. okay." "( quietly ): all right." "did you do it?" "( whispering ): are you all right, matt?" "there was a picture of him and natalie on the wall." "what is it, matt?" "the way she was smiling... what?" "i don't know." "matt... what am i thinking?" "you must be hungry." "( ruth descending stairs )..." "( dog barking in distance )... ruth: matt?" "matt?" "do you want coffee?" "( long sigh )..." "( dog barking in distance )... ♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫..." "♫ ♫"