These are not, these are not the right, these are not the right.
Where the hell is he talking to?
I don't know, I don't know.
These are not the right, these are not right at all.
These are the ones we just prayed for.
We need them tomorrow.
It's not tomorrow, it's in three weeks.
Tom, he knows.
Gloria.
He's probably drunk somewhere telling stories of abandoned babies.
He loves telling that one.
Gloria.
Nothing is right.
Nothing is right.
Take it, take it, take it.
Bobby won't call him.
Mom, let's clean up first.
Tom is not.
And tomorrow we can find the ones you want him to look at, okay?
He can't see anything in this mess.
Yeah.
Yeah, we can start first thing.
Your mom asked me to help her print for the show.
There's a lot to do.
I know.
Cobble.
Mom.
1994.
He's not coming.
No.
Oh, damn it.
You made it.
This is beautiful.
What is this?
The house.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, come in.
Come on in.
Yeah.
Wow.
These are your moms?
What?
Oh, yeah.
They're amazing, seems like the wrong word.
They're intense.
She won tons of awards for them.
I'm sure she'll tell you all about it.
Yeah.
It's more than that, though.
Come in here and help me.
What kind of wine did you get?
I got two reds and two whites.
I couldn't decide, so I just brought them off.
We may just drink them off.
Okay.
We should put that somewhere else.
Why, attempted to join me?
That'd be so Romeo and Juliet.
Stop being morbid.
Being realistic.
You're not the one losing your fucking mind.
I know.
It smells delicious.
It's like, gets clumpy on the outside a little bit.
Make sure that those edges are super smooth.
Get in there.
And you just snuggle up with your brothers.
Want to try it?
Yeah.
It's hot.
Okay.
It's really good.
Is it?
It's almost there.
That's good.
Is it ready?
Yeah.
Ready?
Almost.
One more minute.
Jesus Christ, you're gorgeous.
Mom.
What?
She is.
Mom.
Hi.
This is Chiara.
Hi.
So nice to meet you.
Finally.
I've heard so much about you.
You look like a fucking model.
Thank you.
You're beautiful, too.
Well, maybe when I was your age, but now.
I think it's done.
I think you're embarrassing her.
Embarrassing how?
Telling a beautiful woman she's beautiful?
It's so good.
I don't understand women today.
Hi.
I'm Bobby.
Nice to meet you.
Well, you're going to do that now?
Yeah.
Oh.
Why?
Well, I just thought you may want to let it cool a little more before mixing.
Bobby used to cook and roll.
Let me lie.
Florence.
Well, my family's from Naples.
Oh, I love the food there, too.
And the coast, the water.
I didn't know there were so many shades of blue.
You were a chef.
He's had a lot of chops.
Mainly in the north.
Oh, so maybe it's a northern thing.
Maybe.
Bobby, can you grab them, people?
Sure.
This is beautiful.
This is beautiful.
This is beautiful.
You would have ordered it in.
Okay.
I know, but it's pretty simple stuff.
Do you know what we ate all growing up?
That was amazing, Chiara.
Nice.
I am glad that Marla is with someone who doesn't know
how to cook with someone who doesn't cook like me.
Or never cooks like you.
There's a lot of things that I never did.
Like, finished school.
Just dropped out.
It was the 70s.
Everybody was dropping something.
I left senior year and I went to Cambodia.
She was the first one to photograph the killing fields.
The killing fields?
I don't know about that.
It's where they dumped 3 million Cambodians.
They murdered.
It's more graves than fields, but fields sounds more poetic, I guess.
Death needs poetry.
Wow.
Yeah, it's pretty awful.
When I first got there, the ground was soaked.
All you could smell was blood.
Those bastards didn't waste their bullets on things like babies.
Instead, they smashed their heads up against tree trunks or threw them up in the air
and caught them with their bayonets.
If it wasn't for Tom, I would have left after that first day.
Marla's dad.
Yeah.
He was a good man.
Excellent journalist.
How's he drinker?
The Tom.
Does he even want coffee?
Yes.
No, no, no.
Toast.
It's a new lap.
Next.
To last loves.
And finally, to old love.
Tom, I'll be seeing you very soon.
Maybe we should have dessert.
I'm going to kill myself, Kiara.
You are drunk.
I'm going to get the pie.
I can get it.
Come on, goddamn decision!
I want to go out in my own way in my time while I still have the mind to decide.
You said after your show.
Not while my brain is mushed.
This is bullshit.
And I don't even know how to wet my goddamn ass!
Goddamn that fucking pie!
Mmm, it's good.
Thanks.
Your mom seemed okay tonight.
Kind of great, actually.
Until later, I guess, but...
Yeah, well, you missed the fun earlier when she thought my dad was coming over.
Why don't you just talk to her?
I know Bobby got her those pills.
Mind if we open this one?
Yeah, I mind.
Okay.
Did you get them from one of your actor friends?
What?
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, you're an artist?
Or what are you, calling yourself?
I didn't get anything for her.
This must all be so romantic for you.
She got the pills.
It's what she wants.
What about what I want?
She's my fucking mother.
She's getting worse, Marlene.
She doesn't care what I say or think.
They're treatments.
They're things that we can try.
She would just try and not fucking give up.
No one lives forever.
Come by, Bobby.
Fucking circle of life.
Get out.
Just get out.
My dad only took one photograph of me.
He took all the time, depending on their assignments.
But this one year, we spent the whole summer in this little cottage on a hill.
I think it was Switzerland, maybe Italy.
We used to get these crazy rainstorms in the middle of a summer day.
Out of nowhere, this huge cloud would move in and all of a sudden it felt like a night.
The thunder was so loud and the rain would come down and these giant drops and my dad would yell,
time for a sun shower.
And he'd grab soap and he'd run outside and we'd take sun showers and their bathing suits
and laugh and laugh.
I always wondered how this little patch of rain cloud could exist so perfectly on its own
in the middle of a summer day.
I don't even know if that's a real memory or if I just saw the photograph and made it up.
You wanna go to bed?
Yeah, okay.
Baby, you understand me now.
If sometimes you see that I'm mad.
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad.
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good.
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.
Don't let me be misunderstood.
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.
