"previously on "october road"... see you later, phil." "(owen) pizza girl's hot." "she likes you." "no, she doesn't." "yes, you reclusive moron, she does." "what ty say is true?" "you don't leave?" "yes, it's true. i don't." "you should ask me in sometime." "the only reason i told you about me and owen's wife is i thought you were lving town." "it's a one-shot deal, right?" "no need to ruin a family over one stud night, right?" "you want me to give you your own class?" "just... a little class." "aubrey, hannah." "hannah, aubrey." "auey's one of my students.é|" "(nick) this girl is very cool." "(ikey) and very hot." "she's a student, ikey." "who cares?" "there's some kind of hidden drama with nick, you and sam." "(hannah)there's no hidden drama." "the boy has your mother's eyes." "sam has a peanut allergy. so?" "all the men in my family have peanut allergies." "it's not that rare." "yeah, it is." "no, it's not." "the whole time i was yelling at him, all i wanted to do wajust... kiss him." "hannah broke up with me last night." "she gave me every reason under the sun except the real one, which is you." "i will bury you, kid-- bury you gone." "hey, sam!" "hey." "hey." "hey. listen, um, wanted to apologize for the whole "rock the stadium of her heart" thing." "that was a bit of a miscalculation on my part." "yeah. amanda didn't seem to like it very much." "no. no, she really didn't." "but ashley, megan and sophia seed to get a kick out of it." "so now i've got options." "uh, options are good." "yeah." "speaking of options, you know my mom broke up with big cat?" "i heard." "so maybe now you and her could get together, like you did in high school." "i think your mom and i need to work on becoming friends first, sam." "okay." "i'll see you." "was that my semi-nephew?" "yeah, and he'sot the peanut allergy to prove it." "we gottaalk, bro." "about what?" "about the commander." "what about him?" "i think he's dating." "what?" "dating?" "like, a woman?" "no, i know. it'd be thfirst one since ma died." "no, it's upsetting on many le too numerous to ponder." "there's no w." "what, there's no way he's dating?" "no, there's no way that you just used the word "ponder."" "he's been acting weird--i mean, going out at strange hours drenched in cologne. there's no more gray in his hair." "the other day he smiled on three occasions." ". three occasions." "three occasions." "oh, it gets worse." "the other night... he snippity-loo'd me." "he snippity-loo'd you?" "nicky, the only times in recen memory he snippity-loo'd-- when the sox won the series, when the pats won the super bowl and when they announced plans to make another "rocky" movie." "the man just doesn't snippity-loo anymore." "he ain't got that much joy left in him. i'm really concerned." "i think you're overreacting." "snippity-loo, sons of mine!" "and may you both have a dandy day at work." "okay, that's weird." "hey." "look, i don't mean to intrude." "what are you doing here?" "uh, i just came to pick up my drill kit." "i, uh, i left it here the other day when i hung those pictures for you." "you should take all your stuff at once, ray, instead of stoing by here in fits and starts." "i think about you every minute... every single minute." "last night i tried to go a full 60 seconds without thinking about you, and... then on the 49th second... the way you look after a bath, all snuggled up in that ratty robe that you love... hair up and face pink... it kinda popped in my brain." "(chuckles)" "all your stuff is in the garage." "i made a pile." "take everything this time, okay?" "sure." "i love you, hannah jane." "i love you, too." "hey. hey!" "(chuckles) remember when we went to, uh, the barnstable fair, and they had that goat that could guess your age-- ady-- grady the guessing goat?" "yeah, what about it?" "that was just one cool goat, is all." "what are you guys doing?" "what are you guys doing?" "uh... wait, wait, wait,wait, wait, wait." "mowing the lawn of the place you work, like we do every week." "(ikey) yeah." "didn't you get the letter?" "what letter?" "terminating the account." "what are you talkin' about?" "you guys got underd." "another company made a crazy-low bid." "crazy-low how?" "like $600 a week, half what you guys charge." "i did everything i could to get them to keep you guys on." "there's no w they're makin' any money charging' $600 a week for this." "who is it?" "big cat." "yeah, big cat." "this is the third account he's poached from us this week." "ah, i mean, you can't blame the guy." "he's just trying to expand his business." "i'm really sor, guys." "(cell phone rings) yeah." "sure, o." "all right." "(ring) hello?" "don't be stressed." "it's not a good time now, dude." "you know how much i love it when you call me "dude."" "i'll call you later." "hey, you guys are still gonna come to alison's birthday barbecue on saturday, right?" "eddie, maybe you can, uh, bring your new mystery girl." "sure, owen." "yeah. sure, buddy." "hannah's pretty." "ohyeah." "how long did you guys go out?" "basically all of high school." "does she still have feelings for you?" "she does... if varying levels of hred qualify as feelings." "i can't tell you how much i liked kissing yo at pumpkin fest." "i can't tell you how much i liked being kissed by you at pumpkin fest." "i think we should do it again sometime." "i think so, too." "well, i'm free in four seconds." ""college employees shoulde honest" ""in carrying out their duties" ""and avoid conflicts between their private interests and their..." "professional responsibilities."" "all this in a groovy little tome called" ""the dufresne college teher code of conduct."" "allow me to boil it down to i basic bits-- your chances of survival here are determined by which is more important to you-- your class or... the lass." "capture:frm@maoren sync:frm@linda i just overheard the commander making dinner reservations for friday night." "he's going to the johnson inn for lobster." "okay." "but he told me he was going bowling with rizzo and sneaky pete." "only i ran into rizzo and sneaky pete at the doughnut shop, and they're gog to boston this weekend for the charlie bronson film festival" ""the valachi papers" to "kiite."" "okay. if the cologne and the hair dye and the smiles and the snippity-loos haven't convinced you, how about this?" "know what they call this?" "dry-cleaning?" "irrefutable." "ronnie, even if he is dating, so what?" "ma's been gone 11 years." "i don't understand why he can't just tell me... anything... ever." "well, if it makes you feel any better, he never told me anything either when i was around." "do you know that he had his appendix out a few months ago?" "and he didn't tell me until three weeks later, and it was only because i saw him changing his bandages." "hello, boys." "have at it, dr. phil." "(nick) what goes on, dad?" "(sighs) i, uh, thought you guys might li to grill some steaks tonight." "i got some well-marbled t-bones from red the butcher." "red the butcher's still alive?" "not so you could tell." "(chuckles) hey, let me ask you something, dad." "you and the boys, you go out, mingle with the ladies." "you ever... you ever meet anybody, go on a date?" "nah. keep it simple." "we bowl." "start usin' it." "what the hell army good cords doing down here?" "thought i put these in the closet." "must be losin' my mind." "i can't believe it's 2:30 already." "what's wrong?" "this... has to end." "he we go." "what now?" "seeing' nick...it's like a reminder of wh good friends we all were growin' up." "owen is like my brother." "if he's havin' marital problems, i should be helping him." "i should not be pickling his wife on the side." ""pickling"?" "that's what we do, we "pickle"?" "you told him, didn't you?" "nick garrett?" "yeah." "david--damn it, david!" "he ain't gonna say nothin', though!" "we're talking about my family here. i will not hurt my family." "then what are you doing with me, huh, my uncanny similarity to your creepy ex-boyfriend aside?" "what are you doing with me, alison?" "(woman)david, i madyour lunch-- the inaugural ham and swiss on the new panini machine your dad bought!" "here's the thing-- i will not be dumped by a lover who lives with his mother." "it's a separate structure." "(woman)david, did you hea give me a sec, ma." "give me a break, all right?" "i got a friend over." "another one, mr. latekka?" "sure, why not?" "i t to sleep in tomorrow." "taking the day off?" "more like the day's takingoff." "hey, um, i was thinkin'... owen rowan's having a birthday barbecue" "for his wife on saturday." "you want to come with?" "really?" "why do you say that like i asked you to parachute into nazi germany at the height of world war ii?" "i've met your friends." "i'll pick you up at 3:00." "i'm working the lunch shift on saturday." "come get me here." "done." "are you sure about this?" "yeah. what's the rumpus?" "if you change your mind, no worries." "i'm totally cool with sitting at home watching the tube eating cheese puffs." "janet-- i'm serious, eddie." "it won't be a big deal." "n't feel guilty." "i really like cheese puffs." "dean etwood." "oh, mr. garrett." "how's your class?" "is your very hands-on approach still working for you?" "i wanted to talk to you about that." "yes?" "look, this job-- it's very important to me, and i am not going to jeordize it for anything." "an admirable choice." "but does the young lady know thathe's lost out to a low-paying job with no health benefits and zero chance of tenure?" "not yet, but she will." "hmm. poor child." "i can only imagine the devastation." "nick." "alison?" "hi." "i know that you know." "you know that i know?" "i do." "okay." "so tell me, how could you?" "which do you find more repulsive-- that i did it, or who i did it with?" "oh, it's a big both." "you wrote a book in which you made all your hometown friends look like buffoons, and then you turn around and nd it odd when they go and behave like buffoons?" "you weren't one of my hometown friends." "save your judgment, nick, fosomeone who actually cares whether or not you like them." "i just wonder..." "what did you get from ikey-- excitement?" "no." "t excitement." "nick, i ow that this is something that y will never understand, but en you share everything in your life with those you love, sometimes it's nessary to have something just for yourself." "wow. now there's a wonderful little mobius strip of logic." "it's the worst thing in the world." "yeah." "i know that." "every time i see en's face, see him dancing with my children... i know that." "but i just... i just... i can't... stop." "you can't stop?" "ikey told me it was a 1-time thing." "it was a 1-time thing... a 1-time thing that has lasted for months and months and months." "i love my husband." "i love my children. thisas nothing to do with them." "and they suld not suffer because of my inadequacies" "or because you decided to come home." "i think it's a very encouraging sign, janet." "it means that he's comfortable enough with the whole thing." "he wants his friends to know." "all things considered, it makes me very nervous." "broke out in hives last night." "(laughs) i saw nick yesterday." "oh?" "he apologized for the whole pumpkin fest thing." "how sporty of him." "was he your first boyfriend... ever?" "um, her first real one." "i think you should give him a chance." "um, a chance at what?" "to be your boyfriend again." "you know what, sam?" "i thought it would be good if it could just be the two of us again for a while-- you and me against the world.ld we c try, mom." "but you should know the world doesn't fight fair." "nicky. hey, what's up?" "are you kidding me?" "what?" "are you kidding me with this?" "what?" "it's been goin' on for months?" "for months?" "how could you?" "he's your best friend, ikey!" "nick-- sten to me." "you gotta tell him." "you gotta come clean with him." "who the hell are you, huh?" "you don't know what goes on." "you come in here after ten year you start dictating policy?" "not now. not you." "not after ten years." "not you. come on, my-fly, let's get out of here." "what's going on?" "a fraternity is moving into the kessler house." "do you believe that?" "it's like somebody's playing a prank on us." "mrs. kessl deserved better." "hey, by the way, eddie, i-i, um, am having a friend come over tonight." "i was wondering if maybe you-- uh... a friend?" "pizza girl." "really?" "good for you, phys." "wow. what are you gonna do with her, rearrange your dvds into subtopics of, uh, director, star and year produced?" "oh, we got plans." "(both laugh) speaking of which, who's your new mystery lady, eddie?" "what's she look like?" "is she closer to tami from the video store or sharon of new hampshire?" "yeah, i... i don't know." "personally i liked trish the dish from sandy's house of fish." "ah, she was something-- smelly hands, though." "yeah, well, whoever she is, i'm sure she's beautiful, and all the guys will be covetous." "i'm gonna have to hear for hours how "it's unfair how eddie gets all the hottest chicks in town."" "now what's he doing here?" "i had no idea the kessler house was a cataldo property." "he bought them a margarita machine." "well, well, well." "looky what the cat dragged out." "what's your problem, man?" "oh, i don't have a problem." "just, uh, welcoming some new tenants-- fraternity from the doof." "these boys got bounced for all sorts of noise violations, public drunkenness, lewd acts." "hell, i think one of these jokers might have even killed a man." "so why are you doing this?" "well, i got a soft spot in my heart for homeless turds, which, uh, i actually imagine you're gonna be pretty soon, right?" "you're still sore over brenda barisano, aren't you?" "that was in high school." "besides, i got brenda barisano first, latekka." "(chuckles) well, i got her last, big cat-- just when she knew what was important to a fella." "ooh. this isn't about brenda barisano." "then what?" "you're killin' me." "i mean, you're ruining my business." "i have no idea why." "oh, i'm just getting started, champ." "and trust me, i will not even take a nap till you and your tire gang are suffering sideways, till nick garrett is gone from the ridge for another ten years, 'cause your boy ruined my play." "wait a second." "this is about nick garrett?" "yeah, what'd you think?" "(chuckles) it was about you?" "i mean, no offense, pal, but i don't usually go all attila the hun over a lawn mower man doing me wrong." "i-i don't even like nick garrett." "yeah?" "well, he likes you." "(clicks tongue) there goes the neighborhood." "hi~ the lady of the hour has arrived." "oh, um, i brought this... '93 sauvignon blanc." "i don't know anything about vino, so i just pick it by the year." "it's '93." "pearl jam's "vs." dropped." ""don't call me daughter." i figured how could i go wrong?" "well, let me-- let's get that on ice." "and your coat." "thanks." "thanks." "oh, my gosh." "what--what did you do to this place?" "well, just 'cause we have geographical constraints shouldn't preclude us from enjoying a proper date." "i take it you haven't eaten here before." "um, no. i..." "i've never had the pleasure." "(imitating italian accent) then you haven't-a tried the best-a spaghetti in all the world-a." "tony--tony, meet mlovely date." "tony's the owner." "i make this-a special just for you-a." "he's my best customer." "thank you, tony." "it looks delicious." "grazie, grazie." "ha ha." "you did all this just for me?" "did what?" "i just made a reservation." "corner booth. are we hiding from dean etwood?" "something like that." "subterfuge. me likes." "yeah." "i think we need to come to terms on what we're doing here." ""come to terms"?" "and who says romance is dead?" "ll, it's--it's..." "it's just, um... what are we doing here?" "that's the point." "nothing." "so we have to come to terms on doing nothing." "look, i'm a teacher." "you're a student." "dean etwood's got us in her crosshairs." "you see where i'm going?" "take me there." "and now for the main event-a." "giorgio, musica, musica." "scusi, scusi. musica?" "musica. musica." "musica." "oh, yes." "(imitating italian accent) whatever you say. you the boss." "hey!" "i slap-a your face." "ah, ha ha." "we're in a bit of a muddle, you and i." "i just don't think it would end well-- all the covering up, the deceit." "i look at the people around me-- my family and friends, and it's the lies-- it's only the lies that threaten to tear them apart." "truth, honesty-- those are the foundations that you need in any relationship." "you gotta start with honesty... otherwise what else are you left with?" "well, i never dreamt i'd be traveling the whole world with a boy who never left the house." "you should know that i haven't had any close physical contact with anyone since the day joey ramone died, and that was in april... that's not so bad." "of 2001." "okay, so what you're saying is you want to pump the brakes on us." "that is what i'm saying." "i know, it's bad." "and i think you're so great, too. it's just-- permission to offer a nonclinical diagnosis?" "please." "playing catch-up to ten years of hometown secrets is putting snakes in your head." "whether it's your friends or your father, i'm just sorry that i have to be the one to take the fall." "snippity-loo, dad." "enjoyingour date?" "why are you sneakin' around, huh?" "oh, is this your bowling bag?" "no?" "you lied to my face." "ten years later, you're still keeping things from me." "you want to talk about ten years?" "ten years doesn't even give you the right to have this conversation." "what about ronnie?" "you know that this is tearing him apart?" "it's putting snakes in his head, dad, and mine." "ronnie can't handle these thgs." "he still holds on to your mother's memory-- not that i don't, but people gotta move on." "god knows you did." "ronnie is stronger than you think." "you just gotta have a little faith, dad." "some things are more complicated than they seem." "what's so damn complicated?" "you're on a date. big deal." "these are things that you can share with us." "it doesn't have to be so damn complicated." "are we gonna have to take this into the parking lot?" "dean etwood." "hello." "dad--uh, dean, this is my father, bob garrett, and, uh, dad, this is my-- dean etwood, my boss." "uh, excuse me." "thank you." "you?" "her?" "okay. so... just for the sake of clarity, um, you knew that he was my father?" "and you knew that she was my boss?" "yeah, that's right." "a-and the innumerable gauntlets, the endless circles of hell that you made me jump through, that--that was what, like what, like a welcome- to-the-family kind of thing?" "it w more like a doing-my-job kind of thing." "well, to quote my father's favorite movie hero, cool hand luke," ""calling' it your job don't make it right, boss." oh, nick-- no, no. i listened to her." "i listened to you." "aubrey, that girl in my class?" "i shut things down with her because you frowned upon it." "she was all torn up about the whole aubrey situation." "he whole aubrey situation"?" "this has been a discussionoint for you two-- light dinner chat?" "the truth is, i knew from spending time with your father that you leave something to be desired in the priorities department." "oh." "i needed to see how much this job really meant to you." "and clearly, the job is important, and this pleases me." "oh, happy to oble." "now if it's all the same to you, i'd like to continue seeing the girl." "well, that's your choice, nick." "but all along, leslie has been trng to gauge your commitment." "this is amazing-- living in a world where i'm being tested by you and where you call her leslie." "that's mind-blowing." "so that you know, nick, your fatr missed you terribly, and he was proud of you." "all he wanted was to share in your success, and you weren't here." "you weren't at home." "so you brought me back?" "the 1-day intensive-- the reason i came back home-- you invited me to teach that so i could see my father again?" "it was more like so he could see you again." "is this for real?" "is he right?" "well, i never dreamed you'd stay." "but i was glad for that, and now look-- look at the two of you together, like it's supposed to be." "you invited him to teach the class so he'd come back home?" "of course, robert." "offense, kids, but i really didn't like the book at all." "whoever thought eddie latekka and his monkey squad would turn me into a daytime lush?" "there's nothing to be nervous about." "what time is he picking you up?" "15 minutes-- 900 precious seconds before i make the dubious transformation from reliable barkeep to knitting circle gossip fodder." "yeah, well, welcome to my world." "you know what the weirdest part is?" "i'm really, really..." "looking forward to it." "you got my message." "i did, and it was on the fast track to being deleted." "but who could pass up the chance at eating cheeseburgers with the real-life characters from your book?" "so about last night-- oh, no, don't sweat it." "i've been pre-dumped before." "yeah, my last boyfriend broke up with me four times before our first date." "four times?" "what is it with you boys?" "what?" "you know, i think it's that the average penis is comprised mostly of equal parts muscle tissue, blood vessels and ambivalence." "(chuckles) let me troduce you to the gang." "hey, eddie, it's me. just making sure we're still on for 3:00 and to reminyou that i'm at the bar, not at home." "hope you didn't go to my house by mistake." "i haven'fed my dog in weeks, and, uh, he's got a thing for cool dudes in trucks, but don't we all?" "okay, bye." "i'd pay $500 to take back the "don't we all?"" "i got it." "hey, guys." "mmm." "hey, big cat." "janet, wow, you look lovely today." "sorry about you and hannah." "yeah, well, such are the risks that we take, right?" "i mean, we can wear our seat belts." "we can eat our vegetables, we can lather ourselves in sunscreen, but when it comes to matters of the heart, we're all just reckless drivers on an icy road." "he didn't show." "i'll kill him." "i see him?" "i'll kill him." "it's my fault." "(closes door) what was i thinking?" "he's eddie latekka." "i'm janet meadows." "the whole idea of it is absurd." "janet-- hey, sam." "hey." "i was imagining how it would be walking into the barbecue with eddie, how it would feel--like prom." "eddie puked the whole prom." "maybe it's not what it seems." "maybe he didn't go to the barbecue." "maybe something came up." "maybe he just doesn't want to be seen with me." "janet, don't go there." "what we need is intel-- good, old-fashioned spycraft." "what do you mean?" "rock star?" "how would you like to go on a little mission?" "a secret mission?" "hannah." "super-secret." "special agent sam daniels reporting for duty." "okay. you know where the rowans live." "mm-hmm." "i want you to hop on your bike, slip into their party and find out if eddie is there." "and then i want you to come back quick and tell us what you know." "all right." "what are you doing?" "i'm sending the lad on a little recce." "you got any cheese puffs?" "hey, guys." "what's up, fellas?" "ooh!" "looking' good." "so aubrey's great." "yeah." "she is." "you gotta come around to it, buddy-- what matters most." "all your wild times in new york and books and movies, it's nothing compared to having that one person to rub your feet against hers under the covers on a night when the snow's coming down heavy." "i feel like the luckiest guy in the world, man." "i got the perfect wi, the best kids." "the job is good." "the guys make me laugh." "buthere was always one thing missing." "owen, i-i-- you. i love it when you're around, buddy." "i love it." "okay. all right." "hey." "hey!" "(laughs) thank you for my party, cranberry." "you're welcome, cranberry." "you guys have pet names." "yes. (laughing) who knew?" "it's true. (laughing)" "dad?" "ronnie, hey. uh... who are you?" "now i-i-i know you've had your suspicions, d i should've done this a lot sooner, but this is leslie." "it is so nice to meet you, ronnie." "what's going on?" "ronnie, leslie's... my girlfriend." "r-ronnie?" "ronnie, please." "thank you." "he's been so lonely." "thank you very much." "thank you." "we all threw the beer in the washing machine, and then you just bolted, and then they busted-- i got busted." "uh, excuse me." "what's up?" "i thought about what you said." "and i'm gonna do it-- tell owen." "i just don't know, uh, when or how." "don't." "what?" "don't tell owen rowan, not ever." "you just shut it down with alison, okay?" "we keep it in the vault and let it die, all right?" "all right." "owen rowan doesn't deserve to have his whole life ruined just 'cause you were being stupid." "what changed your mind?" "sometimes the truth is overrated." "interesting." "what?" "or maybe "disappointing" is more like it." "is your mom here?" "no. she couldn't make it." "she's too busy convincing the nicest person in all of knights ridge you're not as bad as you seem right now." "you're a little bit out of your stion here, sam, don't you think?" "why didn't you bring her?" "afraid of geing teased?" "it's a tough lesson about getting older, sam, but everyone has a role in the big picture." "if somebody stops serving that role, then the whole thing crumbles." "so what's your role?" "to date a... certain kind of girl... the really beautiful kind." "you know how horses make poop?" "my grandmother calls it "pucky."" "so?" "everything you just said i'm pretty sure is horse pucky." "and janet-- i think she is the beautiful kind." "your friends are swell." "it's cozy here." "cozy?" "cozy." "(laughs) i mean, think about it." "end of the day, what's more important than cozy?" "you know what i think i'd like more than anything from this moment on?" "teach me, teach." "just to take the next few weeks to really get to know you." "and why is that?" "'cause i really think that you're someone worth getting to know." "oh, the sticky monster attacks!" "sticky monster!" "the sticky monster!" "attack!" "oh, yeah!" "(cheers and laughter) no sticky monster." "okay, everybody. everybody has to try alison's favorite-- macadamia peanut butter cake." "(man) yeah!" "(man) yeah!" "i need nick. where's nick?" "i don't know." "sam?" "have you met aubrey?" "sam?" "(nick) sam!" "come on, ronnie!"