The thing about living with time travel,
it's never your only problem.
You get all the normal problems too.
♪ (COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Like, for instance...
her friends.
- Hi. - Hey.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Hey. - Hey.
(EXHALES)
- Thanks. - WAITER: Yeah.
- (SIGHS) So, how's Clare? - Good, she's good. Yeah.
- Same old Clare. - Yeah.
(BOTH CLICK TONGUE)
- Charisse? - Good, yeah.
We've gotta ask, right?
Because if we don't, when we get back to them
they're gonna ask, yeah?
Charisse will ask, "How's Clare?"
Clare will ask, "How's Charisse?"
And if we don't ask, we're in trouble. Am I right?
Well, they live in the same apartment.
They probably know how each other are.
Yeah. Good point.
I-- I was kind of joking, really.
- Right. Sure. - Observational humor.
(SCOFFS) Got you! Yeah.
Why do you look at me like that?
- Like what? - I don't know. Like that.
Like what?
You've always given me funny looks.
- You're a time traveler. - I'm aware.
You're the first interesting thing that ever happened to me.
I mean, I'm a lawyer.
I'd literally get paid to prevent interesting things
from happening. And now look at me.
I'm friends with a time traveler.
- Are you, though? - Am I what?
You and me, are we actually friends?
Well, according to you we are.
According to me, what does that mean?
Well, not you you, you from the future.
- (SCOFFS) What does he know? - Hell of a lot more than you.
You know, It just doesn't seem like
we've got a lot in common,
- you know what I'm saying? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. I mean, apart from the obvious.
- The obvious? - Yeah.
Apart from the fact we both want to fuck Clare.
No! No, no, that-- that is not--
- That is in no way true. - Relax!
- It's okay. - I want you to understand
that that is no way true.
It's fine, it's fine, I get it. All right.
I mean, do anything about it,
and I'll tie a knot in your windpipe,
but, uh, short of that, I graciously accept the tribute
of your debilitating envy.
Cheers.
(CHAIR DRAGGING)
- You need to take that back. - It's not a problem, man.
- You need to apologize. - HENRY DETAMBLE, 28: For what?
I don't have feelings of that kind
or of any kind for Clare.
- Oh, sure you don't. - You should apologize!
You should sit back down on your ass
before it starts talking again.
All right, we tried to have a drink, it didn't work.
Let's just leave it at that.
Listen.
If you think that I'm giving you funny looks the whole time,
maybe there's a reason that you don't know about.
Oh, if you're gonna put your hand on my knee,
maybe you should buy me dinner first.
- I've seen you before. - I know. I was drunk.
(CHUCKLES)
- Before that. - Before when?
- That wasn't the first time. - HENRY, 28: Oh, when was it then?
- I recognized you. - Where from?
Hmm, see, if we had been having a pleasant drink,
maybe I'd have told you!
- (SCOFFS) - (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
♪ ("TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE" THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
- (SIGHS) - (PENCIL SCRIBBLING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Can I have a rest?
Rest from what? You're just sitting.
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
- Can I see it? - Not yet.
I hope you remember I'm wearing clothes.
How did you know?
Well, I've seen the finished picture.
That's cheating.
Well, so is drawing me without any clothes.
- (LEAVES RUSTLING) - (INDISTINCT LAUGHTER)
- What was that? - Nothing.
A squirrel or something.
What makes you think I don't know exactly
- who that was? - It was nobody.
I've met your family, remember.
Long time ago.
Why are you smiling?
- Well, I guess it was funny. - What was funny about it?
HENRY, 38: You.
- Me? - HENRY, 38: Yeah.
You, Clare Abshire. You're very, very funny.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Do you hate your parents, or something?
No, of course not. Why would I hate them?
You seem to have moved a very long way away from them.
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS) Are we gonna be there soon?
It's not far.
(SMACKS LIPS)
Sit back. Relax. What's wrong with you?
I'm in a car.
CLARE ABSHIRE, 20: Okay, what's wrong with cars?
Me. I'm what's wrong.
If I time travel now,
wherever I arrive, I'll be doing sixty.
Somewhere in history, there'll be a big splat
with a surprised-looking face in the middle.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)
Your phone keeps buzzing.
- Yeah. - But you don't answer it.
Yeah, it's nothing.
Careful. I might start thinking it's your other woman.
Well, it is.
- Ingrid? - No. Gomez.
- Gomez? - Yeah we had a, uh, little tiff.
Well, he's just trying to be friendly.
Well, he needs to stop that.
He's gonna be your best friend okay,
like it or not.
- Says who? - Says future you.
(SCOFFS) You don't want to listen to him.
I am well known for being a lying asshole.
Well, future you isn't. Future you is awesome.
Could you stop preferring me to my face?
(CHUCKLES) He's you but awesome, how could I not prefer him?
Oh, great. Perfect.
There's exactly one of me in the world
and I'm coming second.
I mean, is there anything I do better?
What about the-- the hair? Is the hair any better?
The sex is good. I really like the sex.
Oh, well, that's, uh, good. Thank you for the feedback.
Well, I mean, I'm basically betraying the love of my life
with his hot kid brother, but... it's good.
Well, you put it like that and it does sound good. Thanks.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)
Gomez?
- Yeah. - Answer it.
- (SCOFFS) Do I have to? - Yes. And be nice.
(SIGHS) Hey.
- Hey there, comrade. - Comrade.
GOMEZ: So, you're on the road then, with Clare.
Everything going okay?
- Yeah sure. - GOMEZ: No time travel issues?
HENRY, 28: Well I showed up in Dallas in '63,
and shot up a motorcade.
I hope I didn't change anything important.
- Joking, right? - Yeah, I'm joking.
I gotta get used to you and your sense of humor.
Well, that would save a certain amount of time.
- Hey listen, yesterday? - HENRY, 28: Ah, forget about it.
I'm sorry I blew up at you.
It's fine. We were both out of order.
I'm totally happy to forget about it.
- Me too. - Good.
Oh, um,
and, uh, the other thing I said about seeing you a while back,
how I recognized you the first time I saw you.
- Mm-hmm - GOMEZ: Is it, um...
Is it okay to tell you about that?
- HENRY, 28: Yeah sure it is. - It like...
It doesn't affect causality?
Sorry, what? (WHISPERS) Let's go.
Well, does-- does telling you affect the causality
- you know, of time. - The causality of time?
(LAUGHS) Do you--
do you listen to the words coming out of your mouth,
or do you just hang around in the same room as them?
- (LAUGHS) - GOMEZ: You know what, Henry?
Fuck you, man!
No, no, no, wait, wait. I'm joking, man. I'm--
Again, I'm joking.
(SIGHS) We don't like each other.
How is he supposed to be my best friend
- if we don't like each other? - (CAR DOOR OPENS)
I don't like him.
CHARISSE: But he's gonna be your best friend.
How? How's that even possible?
♪ (MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Well. There it is. There's where I come from.
- Meadowlark House. - HENRY, 28: Okay.
Big. I'd say, uh, big.
It's weird to think you've never seen it.
HENRY, 28: One family in this place.
What do you need all the other rooms for?
- Our issues. - (SCOFFS)
CLARE, 34: The trouble with revisiting your childhood
is nothing is quite where you left it.
You tell yourself it all looks exactly the same
and then somebody else sees it.
(CAR DOORS CLOSE)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
That's Mark. Promise you won't out-asshole him.
Well, it's not like it's a competitive thing.
Promise?
- I promise. - Thank you.
- (EXCLAIMS) My baby. (CHUCKLES) - There she is.
So, this is the young man in question, is that right?
Mom, Dad, Mark, this is Henry DeTamble.
(SCOFFS) Good to meet you.
- Call me Philip. - Ah! I'm Lucille.
- Please, welcome to our home. - Lucille, hi.
Sorry, did you say Mom? How's that possible?
How is this your mom? What, were you eleven?
- (ALL LAUGH) - Oh! Don't be silly.
So, you're the lucky guy who's been violating
- my kid sister, yeah? - Yeah, well, you know...
one of them.
- Uh. That's for you. - Thank you.
- Yes. - Yes.
- Please. Come on in. - Yes, yes, let's go.
So, Clare tells us you work at the Newberry Library.
HENRY, 28: Yeah, the Newberry, that's right.
- You're a librarian. - Yes. Special collections.
Ah.
PHILIP ABSHIRE: So, what are your long-term plans?
- Philip. - What?
HENRY, 28: Pretty much that, you know.
Books aren't going anywhere. (CHUCKLES)
- (SCOFFS) - PHILIP: Okay.
You ever been to the Newberry?
Sometimes we take clients there.
Corporate events. My law firm.
Oh, right, yeah, Clare said you're a lawyer. That's cool.
Yeah, for my sins.
- (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES)
My friend's a lawyer. So,
that's basically... (CHUCKLES) ...two lawyers that I know.
- Three. Also a lawyer. - Almost a lawyer.
- Basically a lawyer. - (HENRY, 28, CHUCKLES)
Well, a couple of lawyers in the family, huh?
- Hmm. Yes. We're very proud. - (PHILIP CHUCKLES)
And that's gotta come in handy, right? If anyone breaks the law.
(LAUGHS)
I don't-- I don't think we would.
Not that you ever would. I just mean,
there's-- there's a safety net.
Uh...
If you ever wanted to...
cut loose.
- What's your friend's name? - What friend?
- Your lawyer friend. - Oh, yeah, Gomez.
Jeff Gomez? Oh, no, he's in Kentucky now.
What's-- what's his full name? I might know him.
I know a lot of the young ones.
Just, uh... Gomez. We call him Gomez.
(CUP CLATTERING)
- Hey, there. - It's Gomilinsky.
Gomilinsky, good to meet you.
(LAUGHS) No! No, that's-- No, Gomez is short for Gomilinsky.
It's sort of like a nickname. Jan Gomilinsky.
- HENRY, 28: Right. - We call him Gomez.
- Yeah, forgot that. - CLARE, 20: Uh-huh.
You forgot his name?
Yeah, you know, sometimes you forget your friends, uh...
(CLICKS TONGUE) ...names.
(COUGHS)
So, this is you. The blue room. Uh, bathroom's through there.
- I'm gonna get you some towels. - There's nothing blue in here.
It used to be blue. The name stuck.
- Where's your room? - Why?
Oh, I just wanted to see it.
And memorize the route, so I can find it in the dark.
Come on.
We seem to be a very long way from each other.
Can't imagine what my parents were thinking.
Wow.
HENRY, 28: Oh.
- Is that the meadow? - Yeah.
And on the other side are the woods, and in the woods
is the clearing where we're gonna meet.
Oh.
God, it's so weird you don't know that.
- Smaller than I thought. - What is?
The meadow. I thought it'd be bigger.
Um, it seemed big to me.
But then I suppose everything's bigger when you're little.
Bigger and more important.
But you, uh, you've been back there
since you were a kid, right?
Yeah, but, you know, seeing it through your eyes now.
Can we go see it? The clearing in the woods.
Maybe, yeah, after lunch.
Maybe?
- Uh, sensing a problem. - No.
What?
(CHUCKLES) It's just...
Just what?
It's the clearing.
- Yeah. - (SIGHS)
The clearing was our place.
As in, our place.
- CLARE, 20: Well, yes. - As in, I'm him.
Clare, I'm the man you met there.
- Yes, I know. - It's me, Clare.
I'm Henry. The same Henry.
Someday.
You don't like me being here, do you?
Like this place belongs to the other me.
- That's stupid. - Yeah, it is. But is it true?
You could always try to be nice to me, you know.
It could become a habit. Like, a thing we do.
(CLATTERING)
- I win. - What? You beat me again.
- I'm getting better. - No, you're not.
(CHUCKLES)
I am nice.
Yeah, but you keep looking disappointed that I'm not him.
Well, you keep not being him.
Apparently, I'm gonna get there.
(SIGHS)
Don't you ever think how amazing it must be
to fall in love in the right order?
Call me sentimental, but I...
think it has some pretty amazing qualities right now.
- Careful. - HENRY, 28: Sorry.
Don't just throw my things.
You really like checkers that much?
Yeah, I used to play checkers. This is the set I used with him.
With you.
It's kind of old.
It's old and really special to me.
There's nothing special about old, Clare.
♪ (MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Old is what happens to new stuff,
if you wait around long enough.
- Please, gimme a lecture! - HENRY, 28: Yeah, why not?
Why not a lecture?
'Cause you don't get it, do you?
You non-time travel people, you don't ever, ever get it.
You hang on to things from the past,
like the past matters any more.
You-- you worry about the future,
and it's not even here yet, when the only time is now.
That's the only time there ever is.
Now.
The past is what didn't kill you,
the future is what definitely will,
and in between is the only thing that matters.
You.
You and me...
right now.
You and me...
right now.
(SIGHS)
(CLARE SIGHS)
Why does sex with you always make me feel
like I'm going to hell?
I don't know... (EXHALES)
...but it is the single greatest compliment I've ever been paid.
(EXHALES) Lock the door.
MARK ABSHIRE: Hey, Clare! Put him down.
- (SIGHS) - MARK: Lunch in five.
(SIGHS)
- Okay, lunch. - (HENRY, 28, GRUNTS)
We're due at the table.
Uh... sorry, I'm committed now. Past the point of no return.
Oh, no, come on. You got to go back to your room.
- Freshen up. - (HENRY, 28, GROANS)
Freshen up.
Is that what they're calling it these days?
(DOOR OPENS)
Clare?
- Oh, my God! You're here! - Uh. Hello.
ALICIA ABSHIRE: I have missed you so much.
Whoa! Looks at this! Tight!
- Uh, who are you? - Who am I?
Oh, Henry, I'm the love of your life,
the woman you're going to marry.
Oh, God, sorry! I keep forgetting
none of it's happened for you yet.
Time travel must be so confusing! I'm Alicia.
- (GROANS) Alicia? The sister? - That's right, Henry, darling.
- Clare's sister. And yes... - (GRUNTS)
...you've been very busy in this house.
- (STUTTERS) - (DOOR OPENS)
Got you some towels. You will notice that they are blue.
Now there's something blue in the room. Happy?
- I did not do, uh, anything-- - Oh, you guys have met then?
Uh, yes. (SPLUTTERS) But, I-- I--
Are you fucking with Henry, Alicia?
(SCOFFS) Given half a chance.
Don't fuck with my boyfriend, please.
In any sense of that expression.
Okay, if you say so, sis.
Uh, could somebody explain, basically, things.
This is my younger sister, Alicia.
- I realize that. - Oh, she knows about you
and I'm afraid she likes to tease people.
- No kidding. - Yeah, sorry about that,
but whoa, you made some awesome faces.
Mm-hmm. Uh, sorry, wait. How does she know about me?
- Oh, I told her. - What? Why?
- I saw you. A few times. - CLARE, 20: Yeah.
Sometimes, in the winter, I'd have to bring you indoors.
I mean, I hid you downstairs,
but Alicia kept saying there were naked men in the basement.
So, I had to explain to shut her up.
What, you told her I was a time traveler
- and you believed that? - ALICIA: The alternative
was that my sister had found a pipeline of naked men
under the house.
Time travel seemed so disappointing by comparison,
I thought it must be true.
You look just like the Henry in the drawing.
- HENRY, 28: The drawing? - ALICIA: Apart from the hair.
This is better hair. You shouldn't change that.
- Uh, what drawing? - You haven't seen the drawing?
Oh, you gotta show him the drawing.
- Is it still in Chicago? - No, actually, it's here.
I don't want him finding it at the apartment.
- Why not? He'll love it. - Exactly.
Come on, we're due at the table.
- You, freshen up - Uh, you drew me?
- You've got to see it! - Come on.
What are you doing? Don't freak him out like that.
I'm supposed to freak out your boyfriends.
It's my sacred duty as your younger sister.
- He's hot. - Yeah, I know he's hot.
- You never said he was hot. - I didn't notice he was hot.
- I was in love with him. - You want to unpack that one?
Cause I'm not sure all the pieces
will go back together.
(GROANS, COUGHS) Fuck!
- Damn! - (SIRENS WAILING)
Did I just land on top of you, naked?
(GROANS)
Oh, God.
- (GROANS) - (GROWLS)
- (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)
(SIGHS) I was a kid. Now he's a kid.
He's not a kid, Clare.
I fell in love with a grown-up.
And now he turns up and he's all young.
- Young and hot. - But that's not the point.
(WATER TRICKLING)
- Shit. - What's wrong?
The faucet.
(BOTH GRUNT)
- (BIKER GUY SCREAMS) - (HENRY, 28, GRUNTS)
(GROWLS)
(BIKER GUY SCREAMS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - BIKER: Son of a bitch!
Oh, shitting, shitting fuck.
I just think he's feeling a little bit car sick.
- That's all. - Oh, poor thing.
Well, you know, we can wait a little for lunch then.
Speak to Nell. We push lunch an hour.
- Is an hour enough? - Uh, yeah.
Yeah, no, I'm sure it will be.
I hope he's feeling better soon.
He will. He will. He'll be fine.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
LUCILLE ABSHIRE: You all right, dear?
CLARE, 20: Yeah.
How long has that been...
Has it always been fake?
Oh, yeah. We should have put in a real one.
We've been talking about that ever since we bought the house,
- haven't we, Lucille? - (CHUCKLES)
I always thought it was real.
- (BIKERS GRUNTING, LAUGHING) - HENRY, 28: Hey.
(HENRY, 28, GROANS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
♪ ("SO WHAT" BY P!NK PLAYING) ♪
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na I wanna start a fight
- ♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ - Like that. Here we go.
Let's get to it. You!
Over there wearing the green thing.
Yeah, you.
The camera on the top of the building there
has got a partial of you,
but the one on that big old pole over back there
can't see you at all.
And now we've got a full face on you. Thank you.
That's great. The rest of you, you're all good.
Hey there, comrade.
Welcome to the future. It's 2022.
- Please disregard my hairline. - (COUGHS)
You hang in there. We'll get this all sorted.
- (GROANS) - Right, now, to be clear,
the footage from those cameras
is uploading to a couple of hard drives
to which none of you have any kind of access.
Now, my law firm, on the other hand,
has already logged a request to see tonight's footage.
I had kind of a...
an inkling something good was going down.
So, here is my advice. My legal advice.
Go the fuck home.
- (CHUCKLES) - (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- Hey, Nell. - Oh, hey there, Clare.
- Can you we push lunch an hour? - Sure. Whatever you need.
- It's not gonna put you out? - (CHUCKLES)
Put me out? No. It's not putting me out.
What would putting me out matter?
So, what did you think of him?
Think of who, honey? Your young man?
Yeah.
Well, he's pretty enough.
Hey, is he rich?
He has potential.
They all got plenty of that. Plenty of potential.
Make sure he's rich, that's my thinking.
Or you're standing at a kitchen sink
the rest of your life.
Hey, do you remember my imaginary friend?
The one I told you about. I found him in the woods.
That was you? I thought that was Alicia.
No, it was me.
(SCOFFS) You two in here all the time,
chattering away. I guess it all blurs together.
I told Henry you were the one I shared all my secrets with.
I guess that was smart of you,
since I don't remember 'em too good.
Can I getcha a cup of tea?
- No, I'm good. - Some coffee?
CLARE, 20: No, I'm good.
You don't need to make me anything.
NELL: It's not a problem, hon. It's what I'm paid for.
- (TRAIN TRACKS RATTLING) - (LIGHTS BUZZING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
GOMEZ: You're pretty beat up,
but you should get away with it in a low light.
Yeah.
(GROANS) It'll get worse when I time travel.
I know, comrade.
(GROANS)
Why do you say that? "Comrade."
I'm part Polish. Well, my family is.
And Poland used to be communist, right,
so they all used to call each other comrade.
And that's a reason for us to do it?
♪ (FAINT MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Well, you've never questioned it till now.
Now, for me, is 2008. I've only just met you.
2008. I forget, do you like me yet?
- Do I ever like you? - (LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
Ah, we've got something in common at least.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
We're in love with the same woman.
(SCOFFS)
You don't hide it very well, you know that.
- Comrade. - (LAUGHS)
Way too obvious. I mean, Clare knows, I know.
Jesus, Charisse must have noticed something.
Does Charisse know?
(CLICKS TONGUE) Yes.
The answer is yes.
I'm afraid you do like me.
So, how am I doing in the...
- well, whatever year is this? - You're still around.
Oh...
Well, I figured with my condition and all...
not in it for the long haul.
Can't see this working out when I'm old.
Yeah, well, you're still around in 2022.
Oh, yeah. Waiting till I'm not? So you can swoop in,
soon as I'm out the picture?
I have a problem with you being out of the picture,
which is complicated and kind of exhausting.
HENRY, 28: What's that?
It'll break my heart.
We're best friends, Henry. You'll learn to live with it.
Or do you think there's some other reason
why I just saved your ass by walking up
to a bunch of psycho bikers
and lying to them about some cameras.
(HENRY, 28, CHUCKLES) There weren't any cameras?
Ah. Of course there weren't any fucking cameras.
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES) Shit.
GOMEZ: What?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Thanks.
- I do like you. - I know. (CHUCKLES)
How can I like someone who's hot for my future wife?
Mm. (SMACKS LIPS) Because things change over time.
For instance, these days, I'm hot for your current wife.
(BOTH LAUGH)
I'll tell you what doesn't change though.
What?
I know it's hopeless.
I've known she was in love with you
since before I knew who you were,
or even if you were a real person.
You're gonna have to explain that one to me. (GRUNTS)
- GOMEZ: I saw the drawing. - What drawing?
GOMEZ: The drawing Clare did of you.
HENRY, 28: What, you could tell from a drawing?
(GOMEZ LAUGHS) Have you seen it yet?
Face like yours, drawing like that.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
GOMEZ: I figured she had to be in love.
(HENRY, 28, COUGHS)
(WRISTWATCH BEEPING)
- Put your coffee down. - (COUGHS)
Bruckner's, 21st of September, 2022.
- Seven thirty-two to 8:05 p.m. - (COUGHING)
- Make a note when you get home. - (GASPS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Clare?
I think I heard Henry. I think he's back.
♪ (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(LIGHTS BUZZING)
- (WATER RUNNING) - Henry?
Henry, are you back?
(GROANS) Yeah, yeah, I'm-- I'm back.
I'm okay.
- Where did you go? - (GRUNTS)
Uh, Gomez, a bar.
It doesn't matter.
How are we doing on lunch?
Well, it's pretty much now.
Do you want me to say you're ill?
No. No, no, I'm coming. Just, uh...
cover for me a bit, okay?
Okay.
I mean, go easy on me for once, all right?
Well, you go easy on me.
HENRY, 28: Okay. Okay.
I'll do my best.
Yeah, you do that.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Yeah, you too.
Oh, fuck. (GROANS)
(SPITS, GROANS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Fuck.
Smells lovely, doesn't it?
Is anyone else enjoying smelling the soup?
Look, we can start. Henry will be down in a moment.
MARK: I think I'm starting to inhale it.
The level's going down.
He's our guest, darling. We don't mind waiting.
MARK: Do you want me to go look for him?
Maybe he's trapped under something heavy.
LUCILLE: Mark, stop it.
Okay, listen. I'm just going to be very honest, okay?
MARK: Careful, there's family at this table.
ALICIA: Mark.
Henry and I have been sort of fighting.
I mean, not really fighting, just, you know--
New relationship stuff.
Yeah, exactly. It's early stages, right?
- Right, - Well, I-- I see. So--
He's gonna be down in a minute, and, uh,
you know, I'm just saying, be nice.
- Don't-- don't interrogate him. - (CHUCKLES) Of course not.
- I'm talking to you, Dad. - (SPLUTTERS) Me?
No, of course, we'll be nice.
We're excited to get to know him.
You were the one doing the fighting.
Well, we weren't fighting exactly.
It was just...
He said some things I didn't like very much.
And, you know, maybe I got...
a little bit too, um,
I don't know, judgmental.
HENRY, 28: Sorry! (CHUCKLES) Sorry, everyone.
You should have started without me.
Wow. Smells absolutely delicious.
- (GROANS) - No. Uh. No.
Oh, this.
Yeah, well, I don't have to tell you guys.
Never disagree with Clare, right? (CHUCKLES)
I didn't hit him. Jesus! I didn't hit you.
No, no, she definitely didn't hit me.
No, this was just general, you know...
Wear and tear?
- I fell in the shower. - He fell in the shower.
Yeah, really badly. Made a real mess of myself.
Yeah, it was a bad fall. It was very bad.
Well, then why didn't you say something?
- I forgot. - Forgot?
Yeah, she forgot. You know, because of the fight.
Oh, we weren't fighting. There was no fight at all.
We never really fight, do we, Clare?
No, we were fighting,
- I was just explaining. - Okay.
Mm-hmm. I was, uh, being judgmental.
Remember how I was being judgmental?
Yeah, Clare was just saying about that.
Yeah, I was just saying that, uh,
you know, that's why I felt bad.
Because I forgot about the fall.
Right. Of course.
I mean, it wasn't really a fight, just...
So, Henry, what about your parents?
Clare hasn't really mentioned them.
- Probably forgot. - (LAUGHS)
Uh, well, my dad plays violin
for the, uh, Chicago Philharmonic.
Oh, my goodness, that's amazing. Really?
We've been to the Chicago Philharmonic.
- More than once. - Yes, we must have
seen your father then.
Yeah. I guess you would have. Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, that's so impressive.
Is he, um, the first violinist?
- No, just a violinist. - And what about your mother?
Uh, my mother died when I was young.
- Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. - Yeah, she was a singer.
Worked with my dad.
His mom was Annette Lyn Robinson.
- No! Really? - (LAUGHS)
- Really? - Yeah. She was quite something.
Oh, she was extraordinary.
We actually have several of her recordings here.
You know who that is, don't you, Philip?
Yes, of course. She was a remarkable performer.
Remarkable woman.
Well I thought so, but she was my mom.
But this-- this soup, I mean, wow.
It's, uh-- Smells delicious. Sorry I delayed it all
- by falling over like an idiot. - You know, Alicia is a cellist.
- I'm a hairdresser. - Alicia plays the cello.
It's always been her dream.
No, I'm a hairdresser. I like being a hairdresser.
Excuse me, I have a question.
You were late down here because you fell over in the shower--
I think we've covered this, Mark.
So, when did you have the fight?
Does it matter?
MARK: Well, you said the fight made you forget
about Henry hurting himself. So it must have been after it,
but I don't see how there was time.
We're not in court, Mark. Are we in court right now?
I don't do court work.
I just don't see when you could have had the fight.
Well, we didn't have a fight.
I was being judgmental, that's all.
A little bit critical. Now leave it.
Henry's father could give you lessons.
- I'm sorry. - LUCILLE: He's a violinist.
He could teach you lessons, don't you think?
In hairdressing? Does he do that?
He could get you back on track, Alicia.
I am on track. I'm doing something I'm good at.
Why do you keep going on about the cello which I sucked.
Because a mother is allowed to be proud of her daughter.
The cellist and the artist.
I'm an art student, Mom.
That's not being proud, that's being disappointed.
It's not being disappointed to know that a person
- could do better. - Yes it is.
You're bleeding.
Oh.
(EXHALES) Sorry about that. Yeah.
Uh, thought I'd got all that.
(GRUNTS) Cut myself. (CHUCKLES)
Don't worry, I've, uh, cleaned up.
All good as new.
(MARK CHUCKLES) Okay.
Just, uh, so I'm clear.
You're lying there on the bathroom floor,
naked and bleeding,
and somehow at this moment, Clare becomes
a bit too critical.
And then she just leaves you there,
forgets the entire incident but, nonetheless, has some
vague memory that she might have been a bit judgmental.
- That about it. - Fuck off.
- Really. Just fuck the fuck off. - Mm-hmm.
CLARE, 20: You know what I've had enough of?
Everything! Mom, your daughter is a hairdresser
and she is perfectly happy about it,
and that is totally fine.
Your other daughter is an art student,
which means she better get good at bank robbery
because sorry, everyone, she's gonna marry a librarian.
And your one and only son
is a such a total fucking asshole,
he did the impossible and became a lawyer
without getting noticeably worse.
These are things you have to deal with.
Thank you for the fucking soup.
♪ (MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(LAUGHS)
Excuse me.
(GROANS)
Did she say marrying?
(LOCK RATTLES)
Clare?
Clare, you there?
- Henry. - Hey.
It's okay. There's a thing you can do.
(LOCK RATTLING)
Shit.
Where is she going?
She's looking for me.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
CLARE, 34: When you're young
you see only what you want to see.
Nothing gets in the way of the fairy tale.
When you grow up, your vision clears,
and you see so much less.
They're all right, really, my mom and dad. Even Mark.
They're just, you know, people.
Takes way to long to realize that, doesn't it?
Your mom and dad are just people.
She took it to Chicago with her, when she was missing you.
You know, if you'd asked me,
I could have put some concealer on those bruises.
Can you help me?
Help you what?
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
HENRY, 28: Clare?
Guess this place means nothing to you.
Don't you even get déjà vu?
I was going make a big ceremony
of bringing you out here for the first time. Sorry.
HENRY, 28: It doesn't matter.
I'm here now.
Yeah.
I'm here now.
So, what do you think?
She's pretty good, your sister.
Are you gonna tell me what you think?
CLARE, 12: I don't have any friends called Henry.
HENRY, 28: That's okay. I promise you, I'm a friend.
CLARE, 12: Have you seen dinosaurs?
I tickled a dinosaur's tummy once.
Do you have a wife?
Funnily enough, her name's Clare.
- Like me. - I'm gonna disappear.
- Can I watch? - (INDISTINCT)
- CLARE, 12: Are you coming back? - HENRY 32: Yeah,
I'll be back lots of times.
CLARE 13: I have stupid ideas sometimes.
And your wife's called Clare?
I think you're married to me.
HENRY, 32: We're not married in the future.
CLARE, 13: You could be out there somewhere, dying.
- Somewhere in time. - Hello, Henry.
You've never kissed me, you know.
Oh, I've kissed you a million times.
CLARE, 18: Why do I always have to wait?
Let it happen.
You were asking me a question.
HENRY, 41: Clare Abshire...
will you marry me?
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
You asked me a question in this clearing once, or...
you're going to.
And I never got round to answering.
And what was the question?
Well, the answer is yes.
Yes. Oh, my God, yes.
And I'm sorry.
- For what? - I loved you from the start.
From the moment I met you in that stupid library,
I was completely in love with you.
I just expecting someone else.
Well, that's okay.
I can do that. I can be somebody else.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ ("TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE" THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪