Missing

Hey.

You're out early this morning, Becca.

No, husband, no kid,

at least not till tomorrow.

Next stop...Bubble bath.

Thank you.

Basic geometry, pal.

It may not be possible.

It has to be.

What's our rule?

Carry-on only. No checked luggage.

Mm-hmm.

Dad, I don't want to leave the ball.

It's signed by Zidane.

Then leave the teapot.

The teapot's for mom.

Okay.

You pack the teapot. I'll carry the ball.

Hi, babe.

Let me guess... Finishing your run?

Well, you know I like my routine.

- Plus running gives me time to think. - About what?

How much you're missing us?

Well, there's always that...

And I was also thinking about, uh,

maybe adding one more to us.

Are you saying this just for me?

Nope.

I'm ready.

I'm ready to start trying.

Okay, great.

So hurry home. We got some work to do.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Dad, my turn.

I'm sensing that your son wants to talk to you,

although he's being awfully subtle about it.

Just get to the mushy part already.

I love you, Becca.

I love you, too, sweetheart.

Safe flight.

Hi, mom.

Hi, sweetheart.

- How's Vienna? - It's okay.

Dad dragged me to some stupid bridge

and got all weird about it.

Mushy, huh?

Totally.

That's where your dad and I met, babe.

Hey, Mikey. I forgot your ball.

Will you run inside?

So, mom, we were at the Milano game,

and guess who was sitting two rows back.

I have no idea.

He's only the greatest soccer player in the world.

Well, unfortunately, that doesn't mean anything to me.

- Michael? - Daddy!

Michael!

Daddy!

Michael, talk to me!

Baby!

Hey!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, my God.

That did not just happen.

Michael Winstone!

You brat!

I win!

It's the first time I've ever beat you.

Congratulations.

Thank you. Thank you.

Gloat for 20 seconds? No.

Five? Bad manners.

Okay.

Oh, you stinker.

Hoo-ee!

I need to tell you something.

Those are words every mother lives to hear.

I applied to a summer architecture program.

I got accepted.

Good for you.

That is fantastic, sweetheart.

It's in Rome.

That's why I didn't tell you.

You assumed I'd say no.

I'm very proud of you.

Just... you're gonna say no.

I need more information.

I don't need you to protect me anymore, mom.

I'll always protect you, Michael. It's my job.

Do you promise me you'll consider it?

I'll think about it.

You'll think about considering it?

It's a start.

Okay.

Oh.

Thank you for bringing him home, Martin.

Whatever you need. Anything. You know that.

Mom?

Mom. Mom. What?

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

I'm letting you go to Rome.

I can get a little mushy if I want. I made you something.

Okay.

This is your university.

This is your dorm.

I've marked the most direct route from both

to the American embassy. The numbers are on the back.

Mary gave me a pamphlet about S.T.D.S.

Let's just live forever as if you didn't tell me that.

I made you something...

For... us, I mean.

Is that a swear word?

It's code. 23 is my Jersey number,

5 because the heart is the fifth largest organ in the body,

"@w" followed by the symbol for prime.

You're the head of the household.

You're Winstone prime.

So altogether, it means I love you.

And you couldn't just text "I love you"?

Not around my friends.

Winstone prime...I like that.

Do I look like a chair to you?

That depends. Chippendale or folding?

Apparently, Phil thinks I'm a piece of the furniture,

you know, the kind that you put in the corner

and you forget about

until you need something to set your hot dog on?

Phil sets hot dogs on you?

Not in weeks, honey.

Hello, lover boy.

Yes. Your mom doesn't wanna talk to you.

She says you call entirely too much.

No. (Laughs)

Hold on, sweetheart.

- We want to see your beautiful face! - Hi!

Look. Hi, Michael!

Where are you?

I'm at a friend's apartment.

Look what you can see.

The Trevi Fountain, right?

Yeah, and check this out.

Sto studiando sodo.

What does that mean?

I'm studying very hard.

I gotta go, mom. I'll call you tomorrow.

- Okay, sweetheart. I love you. - Bye, Michael.

I love you, too.

Mm. Did you really give him a pamphlet on S.T.D.S?

Honey, he is in Europe.

Hey, it's Michael. Leave a message. (Beep)

Hey, sweetheart, it's mom. I haven't heard from you

in a few days, and I'm starting to get worried,

so would you just give me a call back

or send me a text, at least let me know you're all right?

Okay. I love you. Bye.

It wasn't like he made a big deal out of it,

you know, I just... I reached for his hand,

and he just moved it.

Becca.

I haven't heard from him in almost a week.

Nothing. Not even a text.

Honey...

He is 18,

in Rome, on his own for the first time.

He is probably up to his neck in Italian p...

Pizza.

Okay. All better.

Thank God. I thought I was gonna have to share my Xanax. (Cell phone rings)