("Get Along" by Kenny Chesney playing)
♪ Get along on down the road ♪
♪ We've got a long, long way to go ♪
♪ Scared to live, scared to die ♪
♪ We ain't perfect but we try ♪
♪ Get along while we can ♪
♪ Always give love the upper hand ♪
♪ Paint a wall, learn to dance ♪
♪ Call your mom, can't we all get along? ♪
♪ ♪
(knocking)
(chuckles): My God.
Sam.
This is a surprise.
Yeah. I guess I should've called.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I j... I...
I'm in therapy,
and my therapist said that I should...
come and talk to you.
You're in therapy?
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
(clicks tongue)
H-How's Hara doing?
She just turned 12 last month.
Mm.
Her reading's getting better.
It turns out she's pretty fast.
She likes running races against the boys.
(chuckles softly)
Have you heard of panta bhat and fuchka?
No.
That's what she eats.
Her favorites.
I'm surprised you haven't heard of those,
with all the...
places you eat.
Did you tell her about us?
That's against the rules.
You don't tell them about divorce or anything...
upsetting in your family.
Mm. Right.
I actually have another one now, too.
Muntaha.
(chuckles softly)
Wow.
Do you want to see a picture?
-(chuckles) -Sure.
(chuckles)
Wow.
She's cute.
Yeah, and she also likes panta bhat and fuchka.
ELIAS: Alan, can you come closer to the door?
(chain jangling)
I'm here.
Listen.
Your hands are free, right?
Yeah.
And you said you have...
like, meetings with him.
Appointments?
-Sessions. -Sessions.
Do you think you could have one with him here now?
We... actually do.
We do have them here.
Great.
That's weird. Right?
Yeah, it's weird.
I don't really have a choice.
We're both prob-probably going to be dead soon.
I say we go down swinging.
Next time you have one of your sessions,
I want you to convince him to bring me in.
Make up some... good therapy reason.
(panting)
And once I'm there,
you jump him.
And I'll, like...
throw my body on him, too.
Did you see Kenny last summer?
Mm-hmm. Twice.
Raleigh and Chicago.
Chicago was...
What did your therapist want you to talk to me about?
I don't know. He just said I should come talk to you.
So...
You never picked up your La-Z-Boy.
Do you still want it?
(whimpers) Okay.
-All right? -Mm-hmm.
All right.
Okay, just try and get it in.
All right, go. One, two, three. (grunts)
-(groans) That's... -No? Okay.
-No. (chuckles) -All right.
Okay.
(grunts)
Go.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
(insects trilling)
(urinating)
(zips)
(chain jangling)
Elias?
ELIAS: Yeah.
You gave me a message for your family.
But you may be the one who gets out of here. So...
I'd like to give you a message for mine, too.
Okay.
Tell my daughter, Shoshana, that I love her.
And that I treasured our life together.
And that...
I want her to find a way to move on.
Ezra, my son--
tell him I loved him very much
and that his mother loved him, too.
Even when it was difficult between them.
And that I'm...
sorry that there was so much...
conflict in the family when she was dying
and that I...
That's a lot to remember.
Um, just...
Just tell them what you can remember.
Can you k...
keep talking?
Please?
When Ezra went to college...
...he fell in with one of those rabbis with the black hats
and...
suddenly he's an Orthodox Jew.
No parties.
Doesn't turn the lights on or off during the Sabbath.
Beth, my wife...
(chuckles softly)
...this all...
just drove her crazy.
Everybody following their own paths
wasn't exactly her cup of tea.
I did my best to help her with it, but...
...Ezra did not make it easy.
His family could not even come over to our house
without bringing their own food.
You know about kosher food?
It's regular food with a thousand rules.
This one birthday party
for Ezra's son...
she wanted to bring some...
(vehicle approaching)
He's back.
-(engine shuts off) -(car door opens)
(car door shuts)
(gate creaks)
(footsteps approaching)
(grunts)
(Sam exhales)
I got my chair back.
So you saw her?
Yeah.
What did you talk about?
(sighs)
She's got these kids...
...who we adopted in Bangladesh.
We adopted 'em from this...
organization.
I mean, we-we adopted one of 'em.
She just got another one.
And...
she loves them a lot.
How did it feel seeing her?
Yeah.
I liked it.
Mm.
But I don't think it accomplished
what you were hoping.
Like, diverting me.
These kids of Mary's and yours...
...when they grow up,
I bet you want them to be responsible
for the things they do in life.
It has to be hard in Bangladesh.
You want them to overcome, not...
blame everything on their circumstances
or the people who hurt them.
That's part of what we're talking about here, Sam...
Can you imagine me beating the shit out of those kids?
Like...
punching 'em, hitting 'em
like they're worthless pieces of shit?
How can anybody...
Yeah, I'm gonna do this now.
Wait. Wait. Wait! Sam!
-No. Listen to me! -This guy's gonna get it.
-He's gonna get it right now. -Candace! Get down here!
Get down here! Right now!
-We have a problem down here! -No! No! (whimpering)
-CANDACE: Sam? -(grunts) No! No, no, no...
No, please. (whimpers) Please.
-Oh, Sam, stop! -ELIAS: Wait, please, please.
-Wait, wait. -Mom, go back upstairs.
No. You listen to me.
Stop right now.
You are supposed to be protecting me
by not doing this.
-(clapping) -Get back here!
What?
Go to your room.
Right now.
-I don't want to. -CANDACE: Sam.
You need your good night's sleep.
You know, sometimes you feel better after that.
♪ ♪
(lock clicks)
(door opens)
(door slams)
("I Go Back" by Kenny Chesney playing over stereo)
SAM: Fuck!
(quietly): I'm okay.
(volume increasing)
♪ "Jack and Diane" painted a picture of my life ♪
♪ And my dreams ♪
♪ Suddenly this crazy world ♪
♪ Made more sense to me ♪
♪ Well, I heard it today and I couldn't help ♪
♪ But sing along ♪
♪ 'Cause every time I hear that song ♪
♪ And I go back to a two-toned short-bed Chevy ♪
♪ Driving my first love out to the levee ♪
♪ Living life with no sense of time ♪
-♪ And I go back to the feel... ♪ -ELIAS: Alan?
♪ ...of a 50-yard line ♪
♪ A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine ♪
Yeah.
♪ Wishing time would stop right in its tracks ♪
ELIAS: They gone?
-♪ Every time I hear that song ♪ -ALAN: Yes.
-(Elias shuddering) -♪ I go back... ♪
(grunts, panting)
-♪ I go back ♪ -His mother. (panting)
His mother-- sh-she seems okay.
♪ I used to rock all night long ♪
♪ To "Keep On Rockin' Me, Baby" ♪
♪ Frat parties, college bars ♪
♪ Just trying to impress the ladies ♪
♪ Well, I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along ♪
♪ 'Cause every time I hear that song ♪
♪ And I go back to the smell of an old gym floor ♪
♪ The taste of salt on a Carolina shore ♪
♪ After graduation and drinking goodbye to friends ♪
-(computer chimes) -♪ Every time ♪
♪ I hear that song ♪
♪ I go back... ♪
♪ I go back. ♪
♪ I got a feeling ♪
♪ Are you feeling it, too? ♪
♪ I guess I've all but said it now ♪
♪ So much for hoping you'd go first ♪
♪ Say you couldn't sleep last night ♪
♪ Swore that you could feel me breathe ♪
♪ Had you wanting me there by your side ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, I know what you mean ♪
♪ I got a feeling ♪
♪ My head's reeling ♪
♪ My heart is screaming ♪
♪ I'm about to bust loose ♪
♪ Bottled-up emotion ♪
♪ It's more than a notion ♪
♪ It starts with an I and ends with a you ♪
♪ I got a feeling ♪
♪ You're feeling it, too. ♪
♪ ♪
BETH: ♪ Ma yafeh hayom ♪
♪ Shabbat shalom ♪
-♪ Shabbat ♪ -EZRA: Mommy! Mommy!
-♪ Shabbat shalom ♪ -Mommy! That's my mommy!
-Shh. (chuckles) -Mommy!
♪ Shabbat ♪
-♪ Shabbat shalom ♪ -Mommy! Mommy!
-Mommy. -♪ Shabbat ♪
♪ Shalom. ♪
I'm a cantor, but I'm also a mommy.
-This is my son Ezra. -Mommy.
Here, come sit with me over here.
Why don't we play one of your favorite songs, then?
What song should we play?
-What's your favorite song? -"Got That Shabbat."
"I Got That Shabbat Feeling"?
Okay. Here we go.
(playing guitar)
♪ I got that Shabbat feeling ♪
♪ Up in my head ♪
(chuckles): Head.
♪ Up in my head ♪
♪ I got that Shabbat feeling ♪
♪ Up in my head ♪
♪ Up in my head today. ♪
♪ ♪
(groans softly)
♪ ♪
(door opens)
(chain jangling)
Come, sit down.
(inhales deeply)
(exhales)
You told me that you get very angry
with people who treat you rudely.
That everyone you hurt
somehow deserves what happens to them.
And...
I'm starting to think that
that's not actually what's going on, Sam.
What do you mean?
What I mean is, after everything you went through as a child,
you are angry,
as anyone would be who experienced that.
And that anger has made you violent.
Which is also very human. So...
really, Sam,
you are just looking for people
who will serve as an excuse
for you to act out those feelings.
And the people that you choose--
I-I think it's almost random.
If you run into someone when you are in that state of mind,
I think you will find a way
-to be offended by them. -No, you're wrong.
Those people, each and every one of those people
is a fucking asshole. You weren't there.
You were never there. That piece of shit,
he acts however he wants.
He treats people like shit.
I understand why you feel that way.
I know
that is what you are experiencing.
But part of therapy
is finding a way to look beyond
what you are experiencing in the moment
and to search more deeply.
Sam, I think this is a great opportunity
for you to search more deeply.
I know it's what you want.
I know it's why we are both here right now.
I want you to consider what I just told you.
May I tell you something more?
I don't know.
I think you are angry
because of what your father did, like you always said.
But I think it connects with your father
on deeper levels as well.
You said that he would beat you
if you didn't do
exactly what he said instantly.
If you even took a moment to think about it.
Isn't that what you said?
Mm-hmm.
So that was, like, his reason
to hurt you, in his mind.
But then that got into your mind.
So you-you think that there is a reason
that all of these people are behaving this way towards you,
when in reality,
they're just going about their business.
They didn't do anything to provoke your attacks
any more than you did to provoke your father.
He was just a violent, out of control abuser.
You weren't responsible.
You were just a little boy.
Elias Petraki in there...
...he didn't do anything to deserve this either.
He's just a guy who cooks, manages a Greek restaurant,
makes food that you like.
He got into a little tangle with you
over an inspection,
and he might have looked at you funny
or been obnoxious or disrespectful.
He looked at me...
He looked at me like I was...
I was... a son of a bitch.
You know, it doesn't-it doesn't...
-it doesn't-it doesn't matter. -Sam.
-He's-he's... he's... -Sam.
I want you to bring Elias out here
so the three of us can talk.
(scoffs)
What would the point of that be?
You seem to think that he is such a horrible person
that he doesn't deserve to live.
Let's see
-if there's more to him. -I don't want to.
-I want him dead. -I know you do,
but I think
the three of us talking could be an important
-part of our work. -These aren't his therapy sessions.
-These are my therapy sessions. -I'm not suggesting that
we do this for him.
This is your therapy.
(door opens)
-(Sam speaking indistinctly) -(clattering)
-(duct tape ripping) -(Elias grunting, whimpering)
(Elias panting)
(grunts)
I've gotten to know Elias some,
and I think he's a good young man.
And I think if you get to know him,
you will feel differently about him.
Elias,
we want you to show your full self here
so he can see you as something more
than he does right now.
Do you think that you could tell him
a little bit about yourself?
I know how hard this is, given the circumstances,
but... do your best.
(sniffles)
Okay. Um...
♪ ♪
Why don't you tell him about the pastitsio,
and how you came up with that idea.
O... Okay.
Um...
(whimpering)
It's okay. I know this is hard.
Tell him about it.
How you were in Asia.
Okay. Yeah, I...
(exhales sharply)
Okay. (clears throat)
I work in a restaurant
with... with my parents. (sniffles)
They-they came from Greece.
All that way. They...
they had a-a dream to...
What? What? Wh...
Should I, uh...
I-I... Okay.
So, I-I had this idea
-to com-to combine udon noodles... -I...
-No, no. No, no, no! -(whimpering, screaming)
-Alan! -No, no, no! No.
No! Candace!
ELIAS: No! (coughs) Don't...
No, God. Candace!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
-(Elias gasping) -Oh, God, no!
No. Oh!
No!
No! No, God!
No, no, no, no!
No!
(gagging)
No.
-(whimpering) -(Sam continues panting)
(door shuts)
♪ ♪