Summer '03

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Isn't it funny

how you can never remember much about summer?

It's kinda just like, I don't know,

a generic string of happy memories.

Like that feeling when you leave

on the last day of school

and when your hands get sticky

from ice cream melting off the cone.

Swimming with friends,

sometimes with boys, if you're lucky.

Sleeping till 2:00.

Borrowing the car.

When nothing significant ever happens,

it's very easy for the days to melt together,

passing slowly like a lazy river.

I can go tomorrow. I can be back tomorrow.

I'll be back tomorrow.

- Okay. - Hey.

Okay, will do. I'll be in tomorrow, okay?

She doesn't look too good.

Where have you been?

- Bathroom. - And where is Dad?

He's on a work call right out there.

I'm starving. Can you sit and chitchat with Grandma

until I get a salad or something?

- You want anything? - Yeah, I'm okay.

- Wait, actually, wait. - What?

What if she, like, dies?

She's not gonna die while I get a salad.

It's totally possible.

You know what? Text me.

If she dies, text me.

Don't say it so loud. She'll hear you.

She's not gonna die.

This was the summer

I fucked up.

Jamie?

Oh, yeah.

Come here.

Okay.

I have to tell you something.

Oh, Grandma, it's okay. You look so sleepy.

Shh. Girl, it's important.

This is something you need to hear.

I want you to know you're going to heaven.

Grandma, that's so sweet.

No, you don't understand.

I know this for a fact.

Um, I'm not quite getting what you...

Well, your mother's a dirty Jew.

Oh.

So when you were a baby,

I had you baptized without your parents knowing.

Isn't that marvelous?

It's... You don't have to be afraid anymore.

Afraid? Oh, my God. What? Afraid of what?

Well, of going to hell.

Going to... Okay.

Okay, yeah, um...

I should probably get going.

- Not yet, honey. - Okay.

There's just one more thing.

One thing in this world that you need to know,

and no one's gonna have the guts to tell you.

I wish I had been prepared for it.

Learn how to give a good blow job.

Jamie, what happened?

Are you okay?

I'll tell you in the car.

When did she even, honestly,

take her to get baptized?

When she was, like, watching her for a weekend,

she took her and dumped her in water?

I didn't tell them about the blow job part,

for obvious reasons.

I mean, I've never even seen a real dick

up close before.

Oh, my God!

Whoo!

Baby, don't leave!

I didn't see what the big deal was.

Because she is half-Jewish.

There's no way you take that away.

But faith or whatever?

She didn't indoctrinate her into a cult, okay?

- Didn't she though? - Just Catholic.

It just wasn't something we talked about.

Half of you is still going to hell.

You're fine. You're not going to hell.

By the way, bad half's gonna have a real good time.

You're welcome.

I mean, she just had to give me

one last fuck you, right?

You are blowing this out of proportion.

- She loves you. - No, she does not love me.

- Let's not be crazy. - Okay, hey.

She's dying.

Cut her some slack.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Is she dead?

She wasn't though.

And I know it's an awful thing to think,

but looking back, kinda wish she had been.

I don't have much time left.

I've always wondered what snapped inside her.

What is that thing that makes old people

accept that they're gonna die?

That invisible force that completely deletes

whatever filter they had left.

You were a very difficult child, Hope,

which is partly my fault for having you so late.

I mean, you'd cry and cry, sometimes for days.

Um, is there,

is there a point to this story, Mom?

I used to lock you in the downstairs coat closet

till you wore yourself out, just to get some peace.

I've been carrying this with me for years.

I believe in my heart

Dotty genuinely thought she was helping.

Yeah, and maybe I was just practice for the main event,

but that night she decided to finish

what she started with me.

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

You are a sweet boy, Dylan.

Thank you.

And you are clearly a homosexual.

- A what? - I'm partly to blame.

I should've sent you away years ago.

I think it would do you and your mother some good

if you went away and got yourself fixed.

Your life would be easier in the long run.

Will you do that for me, Dylan?

I never liked you, Shira.

Oh, really?

Oh, wait, I knew you didn't like me.

I think I knew that was coming.

This actually feels really good.

Oh, Ned, you're my baby.

Oh, I'm gonna miss you so much.

I have to tell you something

that I should've told you years ago when your father died.

What is it, Mom?

Well...

I'm afraid that you won't forgive me.

Mom, there's nothing that you can say

that's gonna make me love you less, okay?

Okay.

Your father, George, my late husband,

well, he wasn't exactly...

Wasn't exactly what?

Are you fucking kidding me?

You knew this my entire life, and you didn't tell me!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What is happening?

Apparently our dad is not my dad.

Did you know that? Did you know about this?

- No! - Who?

It's some other guy.

What the fuck is his name, Mom?

Mom, what is he talking about?

Wait, who is my grand... Was it not Grandpa George?

Herman Lawrence. Herman fucking Lawrence!

Okay, can we not swear in front of Dylan?

- Put your headphones on. - Who is Herman Lawrence?

Is he still alive? Does anyone know if he's alive?

Is it an Italian name? Lorenz?

I just wanna say this is the kind of shit she pulls.

- You're a cunt! - Whoa!

- She's lying! - She is manipulative, okay?

I'm sorry you had to see it this way.

Stop! Just stop!

Shira, she is dying. She is on her deathbed.

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

What's a homosexual?

What?

I had to get outta there.

Hey, March.

March Jefferson is one of those guys

everyone else only kind of knows.

Yo, there's a party at March Jefferson's.

Wanna bounce?

I'm March Jefferson. You're in my house.

Sick.

His parents travel a lot.

A fool.

A fool.

I met a fool in the forest.

A motley fool, a miserable world.

As I do live by...

He was in my Shakespeare class last year.

He'd try to make me laugh.

Who laid him down and basked him in the sun

and railed on Lady Fortune in good terms.

It helped.

Because whenever it's my turn to perform, I...

I clam up. I can't function.

My heart beats a million miles an hour,

and I just...