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I want my ing Zippo now.

Walter, that is a behavior that will get you...

Fuck you!

(CELL PHONE RINGING) Are you making a choice?

(CHUCKLES)

Hold on.

Hello?

Don't you get it yet, Waldo?

She's making a choice not to give you your lighter

because you'll torch the self-help library again.

My name's Walter.

Did you kill anybody recently?

Did you run anybody over with your ing car?

Is that them?

Yeah. Yes, finally.

You're not going to let her drive, are you?

Walter, you are only responsible for yourself.

This all your stuff?

Yeah.

So you never gave me your cell phone number.

It was a mistake.

I'm lucky I didn't get fired. We've discussed this.

Hey. Here you are.

(SIGHING) I thought you were going to abandon me in rehab.

(CHUCKLING) No. - It's 10:30. You're half an hour late.

I was just standing out here with these lunatics.

Oh, my God, you look so great.

So do you, darling.

Can I take care of that? Hi, Paul Buchman.

Rosa. We met last time you came up.

Yes, hi. Good to see you again. - Hi.

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

All right. Sure. - Great.

Um...

Good luck to you.

Thank you.

Kym. Good luck to you.

Thank you.

All right. Hey, where is everybody?

Hey, Carol. - Hello, Kym.

Where is everybody? Where's Rachel?

Oh, she's back at the house getting ready.

PAUL: There is so much going on at the house, I cannot tell you, dear.

And you know your sister's doing everything herself.

My sister's bending the environment to her will? Really?

There's no wedding planners or anything like that.

It's just her

and Sidney and a whole lot of their friends. And she is so thrilled

that you're coming home. Great.

Now, do we have everything?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Can we just go?

Is there somebody that...

Anybody you need to say goodbye to?

God, no.

So are all of these energetic, young wedding helpers

staying at the house?

Because after nine months of constantly revolving cell mates

and crazy people and...

You weren't in a cell, Kym.

What? I was sort of looking forward to a little privacy for once.

The only extra person at the house is Emma.

Oh, oh! Rachel and Emma. - Yes.

Good God, how relaxing.

(ALL LAUGHING)

The only two people on the planet less capable of delegating than Hannibal.

On the eve of a wedding. Oh! Nachtmahr.

Nachtmahr?

Nachtmahr. You don't know Nachtmahr?

Nachtmahr was a nightmare so bad it's in German.

CAROL: I see.

Rachel must be, like, totally freaking out.

Is she too tense?

Are all of her latent food issues rearing their heads?

Is she still hoarding Snickers and Cool Whip under the bed

like when she was in high school?

She never did put that one to rest.

I don't think that's a problem for her, darling.

No offense, Dad, but you never thought that was a problem for her.

So I'm really looking forward to seeing Mom.

You'll see your mom tonight and Andrew at the rehearsal dinner.

Well, maybe I'll head over there, to her house, after I see Rachel.

Well, I don't know.

Can we pull over, please?

I'm sorry, I feel nauseous, and I need something to drink.

CAROL: I have a Diet Coke for you.

I prefer Pepsi from the fountain.

Hey, didn't I see you on Cops?

Olive.

KYM: Hey, there's Olive.

PAUL: Rented chairs, tribes of people.

Yep.

(SIGHS)

Hey, Dad, don't worry about it. I'll get it.

PAUL: Got it.

(MEN CHATTERING)

PAUL: Hi, gentlemen.

Hello.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Anyway, I'm sorry. I just saw a ghost.

(CONTINUES CHATTERING)

EMMA: Is this too short?

Oh, my God! You are just minute!

Kymmie!

Oh! Ow!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I have pins all over me.

Yeah, I can feel.

Kym, could you not smoke in here, please?

You look great. - Oh, no, I'm so fat.

Well, rehab makes you fat. It's all the vending machines.

No, stop it. - No, you!

I would swear to God that you were puking again.

EMMA: Hi, Kym. - Hi, Emma.

Seriously, you're so tiny, it's like you're Asian.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(EXCLAIMS)

So what's the deal? Are you an actual shrink yet?

Even though you're like 12 years old.

Rachel's taking psychology, not psychiatry.

You know the difference, right?

You should prescribe something soothing for Emma, like Vicodin.

I will have my PhD in a year and a half,

and psychologists don't get prescription pads.

I think they do in Guam, actually.

Could you please put that out? Emma designed this dress,

and there's, like, 47 yards of fabric,

and it's going to go up like the Hindenburg.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry. It's going out.

EMMA: Thank you, Kym.

Angela Paylin is coming to the wedding.

Angela Paylin is not coming.

Really? - Yeah.

Oh, my God!

I ate so much cookie dough and did so many whippits with Angela Paylin.

I know.

And she confessed to you her secret Elvis Stojko fantasy.

How did you... EMMA: What?

RACHEL: I spied on you. - Elvis Stojko, the figure skater?

KYM: Oh, my God!

She had this fantasy where she was wearing her hair up,

and these very serious... - Very, very

professional glasses because... - ...very serious.

She was an Olympic judge.

A world-renowned judge. At the men's...

Skating final in the winter Olympics. - In the winter Olympics.

And Elvis Stojko was skating...

For the gold.

In the finals to Could This Be Magic.

By Barry. Oh! By Barry!

And just when Barry gets to...

Now, now, now, and hold on fast!

Now, now, and hold on fast!

He skates over to the table and he stops in front of her.

Their eyes lock and he reaches for her hand.

And she takes it. - Takes it.

Undoes her hair! - Oh, my God.

And they skate as a pair to the rest of the song.

Oh! And he gets disqualified. - But he doesn't care!

But he doesn't care. - Right. Oh, my God!

I'm going to go downstairs and find Olive

and get some unconditional love.

You look great.

Welcome home.

KYM: (CHUCKLING) Thank you. Emma.

Speaking of dogs,

when am I going to meet this fiance of yours, anyhow?

RACHEL: He went to pick up some stuff with Kieran.

He'll be back.

(DOG BARKING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(LAUGHING)

I'm making hot dogs and hungabungas.

Who wants what?

RACHEL: It's too hot.

EMMA: I don't eat gluten, Paul.

PAUL: Two... - May I have one, too?

Yeah. You don't eat what, dear?

Gluten.

Where's Kym?

RACHEL: Besides, I'm in my dress.

You're in your dress? Let me see it.

No! - No!

All right. Okay.

KYM: Come on, Olive.

What can I get for you, Kymmie?

Actually, I'm late for a meeting.

And I have to pee into a cup and register as a general biohazard.

Okay, I'll drive you, honey.

No, that's okay. Just tell me which car I should use.

PAUL: Well, honey...

Oh! Can I get a hungabunga, Paul? - One hungabunga.

TAMYRA: Can I get one, too? - Two hungabungas.

Which car?

Kymmie, do me a favor now.

Excuse me.

I have my license. - I know, dear.

You just wouldn't believe my insurance right now, and I'm not that comfortable.

Can we figure something else out?

(RATTLING)

(PANTING)

Hi. Hi, I'm here to pee into a cup.

She's here to pee into a cup.

Someone will be right with you.

Okay. There's a meeting I have to get to.

The meetings are over in the other building.

I know that.

Someone will be right with you. Have a seat.

(URINATING)

I'm an addict.

(CLATTERING)

Cocksucker!

Only once. KYM: Sorry.

Only once, my dealer.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I was very hard up for cash.

I'm okay.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Anyway, I'm in from Hawaii.

This is my first timeat this meeting. - Thank you.

MAN 1: Welcome. MAN 2: Go right ahead.

I'm Steve. I'm an addict.

Hi, Steve.

Hi, Steve. - Hey. This is my...

My first meeting, actually, so I'm a little bit...

(ALL CLAPPING) Hey. Thanks for coming, Steve.

"One. We admitted that we are powerless over our addiction,

"that our lives had become unmanageable.

"Two. We came to believe that a power greater than ourselves..."

And whatever happened to me, it took me away.

It just gave me hope for one more day.

And that's how I live, one day at a time.

You see, yesterday is gone and tomorrow is not here.

The only thing I can do is what I can do today to make tomorrow different.

There was a point, man, where I thought I could do one more,

take another drink.

But it always end up the same.

You know, one was too many and a thousand was never enough.

I got tired of starting from square one again, man.

You know everything that I built up with my family,

everything that I built up...

You know, and people helping me and providing for me...

You know, you relapse, you got to start all over again.

And, man, I got tired of starting over again.

You know, it was dramatic.

You know, there's a lot of, you know...

It's ups and downs and it's crazy, and then...

And just recently, there's something, you know...

I can feel myself almost, like, missing the drama sometimes.

Like, I'm...

It gets so boring sometimes.

(ALL LAUGHING)

You know I used to say I'm not an addict.

And it took me years to say I was an addict.

Then I spent years, like... That's all I was.

You know? I was just an addict.

If you could just, kind of, accept it as a fact,

just one fact among many.

That I can be that and other things.

MAN 1: That's right.

Things that are going to build you up

in the journey that you're on.

All of us have felt that way at some time.

But I want to encourage you. You're doing well.

ALL: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can

and the wisdom to know the difference.

And it says keep coming back, 'cause it works,

if you work it.

MAN 2: Well, thanks a lot. I'll see you next time.

(ALL CLAPPING)

PAUL: Kymmie! Carol, she's here.

Kymmie! I got a sandwich for you, darling.

It's meat loaf.

PAUL: Hi, dear.

Hey.

Quite a ride, huh? - Yep.

Meat loaf.

Look at that.

Yeah. - Yummy.

Okay. - Wow. Thank you.

You're welcome. - That's big.

I'm so glad you're here, darling.

I'm so glad you're back.

Did you think I wasn't coming back?

(LAUGHING) No.

I'll take Bill's bike. RACHEL: Kymberly!

Oh, hey!

Come meet Sidney.

(CHATTERING)

This is my betrothed, Sidney Williams.

Hi.

Hello. - Hi.

RACHEL: And this is best man, Kieran.

Hey.

Hi, there.

KYM: How are you? - Good.

How's your knee?

Shut up.

RACHEL: You want meat loaf? My dad made meat loaf.

Nice to see you.

KYM: Nice to see you.

(KYM MOANING)

I think that we have started a new tradition.

That's what I think, yeah. - Yeah. What's that?

I think it's the best man and the maid of honor

sneaking off to get it on,

while the rest of the wedding party very happily

and furiously plans for the big event.

Mmm.

(SIGHS)

But I thought...

I thought that was Emma's role.

What?

The maid of honor.

Oh!

I mean, I heard that that was the plan.

I'm sure it is.

I might be wrong. - No.

Do you love it?

I mean, the lilac's fabulous, Emma.

(CHUCKLING) She looks like a freesia.

Isn't it beautiful? We should just cover your tattoo.

What?

Nothing, nothing. I just really like the gray.

Of course you do.

We're all wearing lilac. It's coordinated. It's a wedding.

Okay, well, this is in the color scheme, and it looks like a cloud.

It's fantastic. - Exactly.

You know how I am. I don't wear lilac.

It's good to have a principle.

What? You wore a lilac sweater with a cat face on the front of it

on the cover of Seventeen magazine...

That was so cute! ...when I was at fat camp.

Yeah, they paid me, and I was on horse tranquillizer, so...

You look good. Seriously.

(SOFTLY) Why is Emma the maid of honor?

Why am I not the maid of honor?

Because.

What does that mean?

Because I wasn't entirely sure when you were coming

or if you'd even make it.

(SCOFFS)

What? I wasn't sure if you'd have time for a fitting...

Bullshit. It's a sari.

You take a bolt of cloth and you wrap it around yourself a bunch of times.

Jesus Christ, I've been home for a day.

I can't get a straight answer out of anybody.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Dad offering me food every two seconds.

You know, Dad offers Irish hunger strikers food.

No. You know, it's not even about the food.

He has to know exactly where I am

at all times because he's never resolved his own trust issues.

That's odd. - You know what? Shut the up!

Blow me! RACHEL: Okay.

Leave Dad alone.

I'd love to. I want to, okay?

He won't let me. I just...

I can feel him watching me all the time.

And Carol, and you guys, too.

Because we have nothing better to think about.

You know, everyone in the house

is looking at me like I'm a visiting sociopath.

I mean, seriously, what do you expect me to do,

burn the house down?

That was a mattress fire.

That was not even at home. It was at a sleepover.

Okay, you know what? Fine. Fuck you both. You win.

I'm going to get "hazmat" tattooed across my forehead for you people.

Will that make you happy? - God, you're like a harpy!

Okay, is being my maid of honor that important to you?

Because I didn't think you gave a shit.

I'm sorry.

How could you ing say that to me?

(SIGHS)

Jesus. Emma.

Emma, would you be horribly offended and hurt

if I asked you step down as maid of honor?

For her? What?

Rachel, are you serious? Is this what you want?

Okay, fine. Fine. - Not really.

You can have it. The crown is yours.

First runner-up.

Thank you, Emma, thank you.

You know what? - Everything is not about you, Kym.

No, it's not about me. It's about sisterhood.

EMMA: You're such a paragon of sisterhood. Hooray for sisterhood!

You know what? Sisterhood conquers all.

You know, I can really see rehab has done wonders for you, Kym.

KYM: Fuck you.

(PLAYING HERE COMES THE BRIDE)

(INAUDIBLE)

(WHISTLING)

(WHOOPING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Cousin Joe, on leave, from Iraq.

I almost forgot him!

Come on and say... Ho-oh!

ALL: Ho-oh!

WOMEN:  Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

MEN:  Sidney, Sidney, Sidney, Sidney

Sidney, Sidney, Sidney, Sidney

Rachel, Rachel

Sidney, Sidney

Rachel -  Sidney

Rachel -  Sidney

Rachel -  Sidney

Rachel -  Sidney

Rachel -  Sidney

Rachel -  Sidney

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(ULULATING)

You know I tapped her on the shoulder. I was like,

"How you doing? My name's Dorian.

"I'd, you know, like to talk to you."

And she was like, "Good to meet you.

"Excuse me. Can you move over?

"There's a beautiful guy standing right behind you."

And it was Sid.

(CHEERING)

Dorian!

We've got joy like a fountain

We've got joy in our soul

Thank you guys for bringing us here.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Such a wonderful occasion to be here

and be back amongst family and friends.

You know, Paul, you've been such

a great friend of mine over the years.

It seems like yesterday when I met you.

And we were at your house playing music and discussing music.

Watching everyone grow up. Rachel. Kym.

And now Rachel's getting married.

Rachel getting married.

Yeah.

But we also need to honor my little friend Ethan

who's gone on to another plane now, you know.

But his spirit is here and he lives in our heart

and pays no rent every day.

And he's watching over us.

(ALL CLAPPING)

Charlie Parker said, "The music speaks louder than words."

So I'm going to play a piece for you

that I've written for this occasion.

It's called Rachel loves Sidney.

That's the A-side. The B-side is Sidney loves Rachel.

(CHATTERING)

Excuse me for a second.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I don't know anyone at what is obviously the loser end of the table.

Can I get to the masala?

You've known most of those people since the eighth grade.

I don't think so.

You always pretend you don't know people.

Watch my dress.

Is it 'cause you owe them money?

I'm sorry, family members only in this discussion.

Speaking of which, where is Mom?

Where's our mother?

How can she not be here?

I haven't seen her since I've been home.

She called a couple of times and she said she's running late,

but she should be here soon. - God.

Kieran, do you want any of this saag paneer?

No, thanks. Is there any krill?

I'm kidding. Sorry, it's a joke.

It just went over my head.

I can't believe Mom would be late for my release back into the wild.

And here I was thinking tonight was about Rachel.

Rach, I forgot to tell you. Carol got the helium tanks.

The words Carol and helium somehow just...

Hey, aren't there some rules about helium tanks?

She would not have any idea what to do with a helium tank.

I think that's only on public property though, helium tanks.

Yeah, it's a huge liability.

Helium tanks?

You're a lawyer?

Was, for five minutes.

Say something legal.

Tort.

(CHUCKLING)

What do you do now?

Now I just help Sidney out with the business side of his stuff.

Oh! Sweet.

Do you want me to call her? - No, no.

There she is. KYM: Oh, my God! Mom!

RACHEL: Mom!

(EXCLAIMS)

Darling, hi.

Kym! Come here, honey. - Thank you.

Did you get my note? - Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm? - Yeah.

Let me look at you. You're beautiful.

No, I'm fat. Rehab makes you fat.

No, nonsense. You girls.

RACHEL: Is everything okay? - Yes.

RACHEL: Mom, where have you been?

Everything's fine. KYM: Did you get the dates confused?

No, no, everything's fine, honey.

Introduce me around. - This is Sidney's family.

This is Carol-Jean. This is my mom, Abby.

ABBY: Congratulations.

And this is her husband, Andrew.

Andrew. - John, Abby, my mom.

Pleasure.

Don't you steal her.

Hi.

Nice to meet you. Congratulations.

Thank you. RACHEL: And this is Grandma.

Hello.

Emma!

Mom, you look so great.

Really, you look amazing.

Honey, don't smoke. I don't think it's... Can you smoke here?

Yeah, yeah, totally. It's a private party.

This is the best man, Kieran.

Nice to meet you.

Very nice to meet you. I'm Kieran.

How's Grandma? Is she still surly and irascible?

She's great. You know Grandma. She sends her love.

Great, same. EMMA: You want to sit?

Go put the cigarette out, 'cause I don't think it's fine.

Sit. - Just put it out.

Just put it out. - Okay. It's going out.

Uh...

The father of the bride and the father of the groom

are not supposed to do anything

but grin like jack-o'-lanterns and write checks,

and I think that's what we've been doing, John, you and I, yeah? Right?

Williams' family. Carol-Jean and John.

Beautiful sister Kyrah.

And of course, Grand Mama Herreast.

And Specialist Joseph Gonzales.

As the good doctor said to start us off with the meal,

we're glad that you're out of harm's way,

and we want you home for good.

Happy to be home. Thank you.

Williams' family, welcome to Connecticut

and its complicated tax structure.

(ALL LAUGHING)

We just met.

I just want you to know how blessed we are to be

joining forces with you, and we've just met,

but I'm going to tell you, we love you.

Well, I have known Sidney for...

What is it? Fifteen, 20, 20...

Most of my life, most of my life.

(ALL LAUGHING)

He's been a great friend.

He's been with me through thick and thin.

And

I'll tell you, sometimes it's gotten very, very thin.

(ALL LAUGHING)

But he stood by me through all of it and...

My friend, it is a pleasure and an honor

to be able to stand by you on this profound occasion.

I love you, and you couldn't have done any better here.

Cheers.

(WHOOPING)

We are gathered here to celebrate love pure and simple.

Rachel is pure. Sidney is simple.

(ALL LAUGHING)

May the two of you live and love for as long as you want,

but never want for as long as you live. And most importantly,

may all of your ups and downs come only in the bedroom.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

You're paying for that, Emma.

I can't believe I just did that.

Be careful, be careful. - Don't cut yourself.

I want to make a toast to the happy couple

'cause I want to come visit you in Hawaii.

And, Sidney, what's the name of that place again?

SIDNEY: It's Hunuku-ook, Hunookook...

(ALL LAUGHING)

Yeah, what they said.

(MOUTHING WORDS) So I've known the bride her entire life.

(MOUTHING WORDS) Not biblically speaking.

Except for that time we French-kissed

at Evan Yasky's party in ninth grade.

Stop!

Film. I want film. - It was a dare, you know.

So commence embarrassing story.

Wait, that wasn't it?

So do you remember when I was teaching you how to drive in the Wagoneer,

and you sideswiped that taxi and knocked off his side mirror?

No, I have no recollection of that whatsoever.

Well, well, well, I would like to share with everyone

that Miss Rachel,

before she had her license or knew anything about how to drive,

managed to out-maneuver an irate, screaming cab driver

all the way across 96th Street to the East River,

handily avoiding two EMT guys loading an old lady

onto a gurney or something.

And then she got the number of one of the EMT guys

and went out with him twice.

Yeah, that I did do. Three. Three times.

Hey, Rach, was that the guy with the peroxide hair?

So, anyway, when the cab driver finally caught up with us,

she talked him down from his Middle-Eastern fury in like...

Mahamoud! Such a nice man!

In like, you know, pretend Arabic, Farsi, Urdu, I don't know.

And then she uses his radio thing to call his dispatcher

and recommend him for a commendation because she's so sweet.

So here's to a woman who can

drive fast, pick up a paramedic, make up foreign languages

and still get you home in one piece.

And, Sidney, you're a lucky bastard.

Hear, hear.

I prayed for you, Rachel. I prayed for you.

I knew you'd come, and here you are,

and we are one, all of us.

And this is how it is in Heaven.

Just like this.

MAN: Amen.

And I'm so glad we're having a rehearsal on it now.

Yes, it's the little princess.

Here's to you, Sid. I love you to pieces.

You're the best brother anybody can ask for.

I want to give thanks.

I've known Rachel since kindergarten,

not quite her entire life, Emma, but...

(LAUGHS)

So you win. But...

I just... I'm so grateful

to be your bridesmaid and be a part of this moment and...

Don't look at me like that.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

Relax, it's seltzer.

(LAUGHS)

Hello.

I'm Shiva the destroyer and your harbinger of doom for this evening.

I would like to thank you all for coming and welcome you.

Even though I haven't seen most of you since my latest stretch in the big house.

But you all look fabulous.

So during the 20 minutes or so that I was not in the hole for

making a shiv out of my toothbrush,

I actually did participate

in the infamous 12-step program.

Twelve steps.

Step-ball-change. Step-ball-change.

Still waiting for the change part.

So... But, you know, as they say,

the relapse is an almost inevitable part of recovery.

So I get high marks in that mode.

Anywho.

I... Well, as more of you know than are likely to admit,

one of the steps, actual steps,

is about making amends.

So, I did a lot of apologizing to people.

Some of whom barely remembered me,

most of whom barely remembered anything.

And I apologized for,

you know, like, bouncing a check,

or passing out in their bathtub or flooding their

house and, you know, just basically for involving them in

sordid activities that they were desperately trying to forget. I

had to call this one girl who was, I think, 14,

but she couldn't come to the phone actually because

her mom had taken out a restraining order, but...

(LAUGHING)

But anyway...

So I spent a lot of time... The point is, I spent a lot of time

apologizing to people who were pretty much perfect strangers.

So, I would very much like to take this opportunity

to not only congratulate my extraordinary sister,

the future explorer in matters of the mind, thank you very much,

and her adorable, impending husband

on the occasion of their unprecedented nuptials,

but also, to apologize to said extraordinary sister,

future explorer in matters of the mind, for

what? I don't know. Everything.

And I really mean that, Rach. You've...

(TEARFULLY) I've been a nightmare, you've been a saint,

and I'm really just so damn glad to be here with you

and Sidney's family and our family and just...

Everyone's together and I'm just...

It's really great. So I am hereby

raising my seltzer to my laudatory sister

and herewith making amends.

Sidney, you are robbing our dysfunctional family

of one of its most vital ingredients,

and its only member still willing to lend me money.

So, boo on you. That's not true.

Anyway, enjoy Hawaii.

L'chaim.

ALL: L'chaim.

One, two, one, two.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Yo, Sidney, who I met hanging out in Kingston, Jamaica,

while we were at House of Leo,

and Stone Love was playing that night.

Those big speakers pounding, all that Jamaican dub was pumping,

clouds of those medicinal herbs were floating.

(WHOOPS)

Man. Was a lot of fun, my man.

It was great meeting you, hanging out with you, becoming friends with you,

seeing all the amazing things that you're doing musically.

All I want to say to you guys is,

may you both live to be 100.

And me, 100, but minus a day,

so I'll never know beautiful people like you have passed away.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Do your thing, baby.

I felt that. I felt that.

You drank it and I felt it.

I know.

Wow! Sidney has always nurtured me and supported me

no matter what he's been through.

How much do you owe him?

(ALL LAUGHING) How much money do you owe him?

In lira, it's billions.

Everyone's saying so much love and beautiful words

and amazing stuff, and...

This is not an award. - I know, I'm not even using it.

KIERAN: You're like accepting an award here.

NORMAN: That's what it's about, you know, there's nothing more.

Everything else, just destroy it.

Just destroy it.

Because without love... You know?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(CHATTERING)

PAUL: Hello, Olive.

I know it. It's in my head.

KYM: Oh, God, I am exhausted.

Is there any watermelon?

Let me see.

RACHEL: Nice apology.

KYM: What?

Nice apology.

I was toasting you and I was making amends.

It's one of the steps. It's important.

I know what the steps are. I learned them in school,

and I visited you in various facilities, Kym.

Oh, God.

Dad? What?

"Amends. Noun, usually followed by 'for,' off-set a disability

"or frustration by development in another direction."

Mmm-hmm. Yes.

But you've never said anything to me

that's remotely apologetic,

yet all of sudden at my wedding dinner in front of everybody,

you decide to grace us all with your development.

I just got home.

"Gee. Hey, everybody and guests,

"just in case you might be thinking about something else for five minutes,

"like, I don't know, my sister's wedding, they just cut me loose.

"I'm a loose cannon! Hey! Anybody up forsome rehab humor?

"Because I'm really, really fine with acknowledging my disease.

"Hey, and now watch me be really selfless and weave a lovely blanket apology

"to my sister for being just a tad out of her loop."

KYM: You are so cynical. PAUL: Rachel, enough.

Rachel, she is making an effort here.

Oh! An effort, is that what that was? Because I think she presumes

that since everything has always revolved around her disease,

that everything else is going to revolve around her recovery.

That's what I think.

PAUL: Rachel, she just got home.

RACHEL: Again.

KYM: I had no idea you were so angry, Doctor.

I'm not.

(LAUGHING) Oh, my God.

Kymmie, your sister has got a lot on her plate right now.

She is uptight about... - I'm not uptight, Dad!

She's meeting Sidney's folks for the first time, menus,

there's all this live music, you're home. There's...

It's just that there are a thousand things to worry about.

CAROL: Absolutely. A wedding will take everything out of you. I'll tell you that.

PAUL: Yeah, and that's why it would be so lovely if we could all...

KYM: You know, you people really need to purge.

You really should go to a Nar-Anon or something. It's...

CAROL: Now, Kym, come on, baby. Oh, my Lord.

We've been to Nar-Anon. You know that.

RACHEL: Wait, wait a second. You people?

You mean, your family? The people in this room?

Yes. All of you people living in this little world of judgment

and paranoia and mistrust.

I can feel it all the time. It's like...

At the slightest sign of ingratitude or

absence of atonement, it's like the ing Salem witch trials around here.

I should just use again. I should. PAUL: Don't even start that.

Don't even start. CAROL: Wait, wait, wait.

Kym. Kym, look at me.

Nobody can make you feel any kind of way unless you let them.

Period. The end.

Thank you, Carol,

(SNORTS)

but you people are my family.

I mean, you make me feel like shit a hundred times a day.

You know what, Rach? You try living under Dad's

constant monitoring for five minutes,

tell me how you like it.

What constant monitoring?

Kym? - Oh, my God! Are you serious?

"Carol, Carol, where is she?"

"Don't sleep here, sleep here.

"Eat this. You know, I'll drive you."

Dad, really, honestly, you're kind of obsessed.

Oh, my God. That's hardly news.

I mean, you may not know this, Kym. No, sure you do.

I mean, the only way to engage Dad in any meaningful communication

is to start the conversation with your name.

"Have you heard from Kym? How's Kym?" It resuscitates him.

It jars him into the moment, like an alarm.

Rachel, that is not true. It is totally unfair. - What? She's even worse, Dad!

"Dad, you're never going to believe this, but that check you sent me

"never showed up, and my landlord hates me."

"Dad, can somebody meet me downstairs with cab fare?

"And you're never going to believe this

"but I lost my wallet and my checkbook got stolen.

"I got to go to the emergency room, and everybody hates me."

(CONTINUES BABBLING)

You know what, Rachel? It really sounds like you have

some serious paternal/sibling issues to work through.

Please! Are you kidding?

The two of you are like a double helix of crises.

Oh, shut up, shut up. - I mean, in the language of psychology,

one could say you both suffer from acute boundary issues.

PAUL: Rachel! - It is very nice that you're getting your PhD.

RACHEL: Oh, God! - Don't be patronizing!

I'm sorry, but it's not...

It's ugly, honey. It's not becoming to you.

Well, how come she gets to spout off about paternal/sibling issues,

but God forbid I should even reference the boundary thing,

even though I actually know what I'm talking about.

By the way, I'm not in crisis.

I haven't been in crisis in a year.

RACHEL: You just got out of rehab!

Oh, my God!

Why is this so difficult for you to understand?

Rehabilitation, crisis.

You should really learn the difference.

No, it's like you're not happy

unless I'm in some kind of a desperate situation.

You have no idea what to do with me unless I'm in crisis.

Why am I the only one willing to say this shit?

RACHEL: You are so much more evolved in your suffering.

I'm not... Who is talking about that?

Your suffering is not the most important thing to everybody.

Who is saying it is? I have a life. I'm in school.

I'm getting married. I'm...

What?

(CAROL SCREAMS) I'm pregnant.

PAUL: You're pregnant? You're pregnant now?

Are you serious? - Oh, my God!

What? - Oh, my God!

(ALL EXCLAIMING DELIGHTEDLY)

That is so unfair!

(LAUGHING)

So unfair!

When did you find out about this?

Roughly about the day before we decided to get married.

I can barely believe this myself!

How far? How along? You know?

I mean, how pregnant are you?

Did you tell your mother?

Yeah. We told her at dinner. - Good. Okay, good.

She was so happy. KYM: Dad, stop. Can you just stop?

Please. Seriously. Fuck me! ¸ü¶àÓ°ÆÀ www.130q.com

Rachel, I'm sorry, Dad,

but you can't drop a tectonic bit of information

into a completely separate conversation, Rachel. You can't do that.

Kym, you're going  to have a niece. - Or nephew.

I know. Oh, God. Yeah, I'm excited for you. But you can't

tell me when we're talking like this, Rach.

It's a total set-up. It's not fair.

RACHEL: Yeah.

(CLEARING THROAT) God. I am so ing exhausted.

KYM: Oh, God.

Dad, will you tell her I'm happy for her?

She won't talk to me.

I'm really tired.

I think I'm going to head up to bed. Sidney?

SIDNEY: Yeah. That's a great idea. - You're leaving now,

in the middle of this conversation? RACHEL: Yes.

Kymmie, she's pregnant and she's exhausted, baby.

Okay. Okay, fine. Fair enough.

Thank you so much for telling me about Hawaii.

Congratulations, Sid. - Thanks.

CAROL: Rachel, I cannot tell you how happy I am.

Do you guys want anything?

Do you want a sandwich or anything?

You guys must be hungry.

You got aloo gobi, there's cold saagwala.

I really am pretty sleepy, Dad.

(LAUGHS) You really are pretty everything!

And you, too!

CAROL: Holy cow. This has been one hell of a day. I think...

If you don't mind, sweetie, I'm just going...

No! - I mean, my God.

I'm just going to go to bed.

I'll be right up, dear.

I just want to load the dishwasher. CAROL: Grandpa.

PAUL: That's me.

(SIDNEY HUMMING)

Thanks for taking that.

I'll see you in the morning. - Night, night. Sweet dreams.

You know, I hope it was okay that we told Mom at dinner about the baby.

Of course it was, lamb chop. You should tell her.

I'm just so happy 'cause I'm going to be a granddaddy.

I wish Ethan were here.

You what?

I wish Ethan were here.

I know, sweetheart. Me, too. Me, too.

Take that woman.

SIDNEY: You got it.

Just let me know if you need a hand with any of that.

PAUL: Get out of here, Sid.

RACHEL: Oh, gosh. Look at that. How exquisite.

Isn't that pretty? - I can't borrow this.

What do you carry in here?

A vital organ? A tiny spleen?

(CHUCKLING) It's divine, really.

You know, Rachel, you really have to take care of yourself now, you know?

You have to eat properly. You have to get enough rest.

I will, Mom.

How's everything at the house? Is it all right?

Yeah. - Yeah? How's Sidney?

Good, good.

What about his friend? What's his name?

Kieran. - Right.

He was a big hit, wasn't he?

Is your sister behaving herself?

I'm not exactly sure what that means.

Well, she needs a lot of acknowledgment.

You think?

Come on.

It can't be easy.

Everybody knowing your troubles like that.

Stop fretting.

Mom, does it bother you at all,

Carol doing so much stuff for the wedding?

No. I'm thrilled to be doing the flowers.

Come on. You know how much that means to me.

And they're going to be exquisite.

I bet. - That's just enough.

But I mean, you could do whatever you want.

I mean, the flowers are going to be great, and so are you, and...

If you wanted to do anything else I would...

Oh! Thank you, sweetheart. No, I don't.

Can you see me? I'd be one of those

women, you know, like, the insane wedding mother,

you know, the hors d'oeuvres, and...

Come on, those little hot dogs? It's not me.

It's going to be perfect.

Everything is going to be so beautiful.

And even your sister is going to have a good time. It's all great.

And I'm going to be a grandmother! So hooray!

Hooray!

Here's Grandma's ring. Let's try this.

Try it on.

I hope it's a boy.

Just as long as it's healthy, that's what you say.

Hi, I'm Kym. I'm an addict.

ALL: Hi, Kym.

I am nine months clean.

(ALL CLAPPING)

When I was 16, I was babysitting my little brother.

And I was...

I had taken all these Percocet and I was unbelievably high.

And I...

We'd driven over to the park on Lakeshore.

And he was in his red socks,

just running around in these piles of leaves.

And he would bury me,

and I would bury him in the leaves.

And he was pretending that he was a train.

And so, he was charging through the leaves, making tracks.

And I was the caboose and I was... So he kept saying,

"Coal, caboose! Coal, caboose!"

And...

We were...

It was time to go and I was driving home.

And

I lost control of the car

and drove off the bridge.

And the car went into the lake.

And I couldn't get him out of his car seat.

And he drowned.

And I struggle with God so much

because I can't forgive myself.

And I don't really want to right now.

I can live with it, but I can't forgive myself.

And sometimes, I don't want to believe in a god

that could forgive me.

But I do want to be sober.

I'm alive and I'm present,

and there's nothing controlling me.

If I hurt someone, I hurt someone.

I can apologize and they can forgive me or not.

But I can change.

And I just wanted to share that and say,

congratulations that God makes you look up.

I'm so happy for you.

But if he doesn't, come here.

That's all. Thank you.

MAN: Thanks for sharing.

PAUL: Where's... Where's you, Emma?

Emma, where's you? EMMA: I'm right here.

It's really raining.

Oh! That's today.

(SIGHS)

Done. It's going to be fine.

Okay.

It's going to be totally, totally, totally fine.

All right.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

This is what you've got, Emma? So far?

I'm fine. That is kind of perfect.

EMMA: There's six of each, right?

(LAUGHING)

WOMAN 1: Except for me. MAN: I'm the telephone.

WOMAN 2: Hey, Rachel! Check it out!

PAUL: Oh, my God!

RACHEL: Oh! It's up.

(ALL CHEERING)

It's going to have walls around it as well.

Yay!

RACHEL: You guys, there's too many at this table.

EMMA: Sorry. - There's too many.

Carol, they're back!

Are you guys hungry?

I made a salad nicoise. It's got tuna.

I was just thinking salad nicoise.

Dad, can we focus on what we were doing?

Of course. I'm sorry.

Hey.

The Rosenzwiegs. Could we put the Rosenzwiegs far from me?

Dad, they're your friends.

They are not my friends, darling.

They've just lived next door to us for 10,000 years.

I am this lovely face right over here.

NORMAN: That is a perfect place to put me in.

Where are you putting me? In the stockade?

Kym, stop it, you're at the family table.

Listen, just don't sit me next to Michael or Sandy, okay?

They're not invited.

Sandy never responded to my amends e-mail from Milestones.

I hate it when people don't meet you halfway.

You know, why don't you give the amends thing a rest?

You're at the family table with us.

That would make it 13, though.

I think Rachel wanted to keep it to 12.

RACHEL: Right.

Where are you putting me?

I was going to put you with Cookie Puss and the Chicago cousins

because they always get really drunk and need wrangling.

Well, can someone else do it?

I was sort of planning on enjoying myself.

You're the only one they're afraid of.

No, this is easy.

We can put Grandma Rose down here with her companion

at this other table, which is actually a really good idea.

KYM: Great. That's all I need.

Another reason for Grandma Rose to hate me.

She does not hate you. - Are you kidding?

She's still mad about the whole Rite Aid thing.

Oh! Nonsense!

Dad, can I show you something in the kitchen?

PAUL: Mmm-hmm.

Eliza, would you excuse us for a moment?

Oh! Yeah.

Thanks.

Rachel, what is this behavior?

Can I just have a day? Please?

Have all the days you want, darling.

Nobody is trying to take your day.

Then why are you defending her?

Defending her from what?

Rachel, nobody's defending anybody.

Why are you protecting her?

Because I don't want her to think we don't want her.

Sometimes I don't want her.

It's my ing wedding!

I want my table to be perfect.

She's your sister. Stop.

Let's put the dishes here because I have to reload this dishwasher, I can see.

Paul, you know... Paul, I was thinking about it,

and I actually did some preliminary sketches. I'd love to show them to you.

He's actually... He's not kidding about this.

I think that if you move... - He's been working on this.

If you move things like the salad bowls on the upper tier,

you could probably get about 10% more stuff in the dishwasher, so...

(CLATTERING)

Sidney.

Does he know?

You're showing me how to load the dishwasher?

I'm showing you how to do it right.

Sidney,

my future son-in-law, you're a wonderful young man.

You'll make a lot of money in this business,

and the world is your oyster,

but you don't know shit about loading a dishwasher.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Well, with all due respect, sir, the mantle has passed.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Painful. Painful, sweetie.

All right.

Oh, no!

What, are we timing it?

Yeah, let's work with time, if you're going to do it right.

KYM: Dad, what's the time limit? KIERAN: Go!

How long do you want to time it? - Two minutes.

Is that all right? Are you all right with that, sir?

Would you like me to spot you 30 seconds?

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Go!

Paul, I think your problem is mainly

in lid placement.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Inverting the lids and putting them in the upper tier is just passe.

It's kind of old-school.

KYM: There's food on that one!

PAUL: Thank you, Kymmie.

KYM: Lettuce leaf, lettuce leaf!

NORMAN: Follow the schematic.

It might be worth pointing out that the dishes need to be rinsed.

KYM: Are you shaking in your boots? - You got 20 seconds.

Fifteen seconds left.

Rachel, darling, you are out of the will. You know that?

ALL: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one...

(WHOOPING)

You know, all you young people who are applauding,

you should go yourselves.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Sweetie, keep it clean! PAUL: No, I'm just saying.

It's a wonderful attempt, Son.

Okay. I tried to fix it.

Kieran, if you could clean out that machine, I will then be able

to break out the whoop-ass on this young man here.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

KIERAN: He's breaking out the whoop-ass!

Let's break out the whoop-ass.

Break out the whoop-ass.

When that machine is empty, I will show you how it's done.

NORMAN: What is this whoop-ass you speak of?

You should rest. You should rest. Really.

Silverware is a part of the art.

Okay, all right.

PAUL: I will say that Sidney had a little time to survey things.

He did a little planning and made some sketches.

But that's all right. I'm ready any time you say "go."

KIERAN: Go!

(ALL CHEERING)

KYM: $5! $5 on the geezer!

PAUL: Rinsing!

KYM: Go, Dad!

Here, Son. Have some.

Cup handles!

Side load!

I didn't know about side load.

He's good.

SIDNEY: Buchman, in front of your family.

Buchman, your women will weep.

Last one!

Could I have my time, please?

KIERAN: You have 15 seconds left.

Fifteen seconds left and I need more dishes!

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Somebody give me more dishes!

Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!

Don't get cocky, keep it going.

NORMAN: Where we at? Kieran?

ALL: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one...

(ALL CHEERING)

KIERAN: All right.

NORMAN: That's it, man. That's...

What?

Where are you going?

KIERAN: Let's grab some lemonade on the porch.

VICTORIA: Is everything okay?

Hey!

See you later.

I have to. I mean...

I mean, if I could do it the way I wanted to do it. Literally...

(RACHEL LAUGHS)

Hey, Rach? Are you getting a manicure?

Hi.

You don't remember me, do you?

Oh, my God.

Yeah. - Yeah.

God is punishing me.

No, no, he's blessing me.

Oh. Well. Wow.

So, how are you?

I'm great. I'm great.

You remember? We were in the hospital together, right?

We were... Were you at Milestones?

No. I didn't go to Milestones.

I didn't have the coverage.

We were on the same floor at Loeb House.

Okay.

You look great.

Twenty-eight months, clean and sober.

Praise God.

Amen.

I can't believe that I'm seeing you again.

I know. It's so weird.

Listen.

Do you remember that exercise

where we had to write down experiences

and pass them anonymously to another person?

Yeah. Yeah, the human mirror.

Seeing things from a fresh perspective.

I got yours.

Mmm-hmm.

You drew poodles in the margins.

I know it's supposed to be anonymous and everything...

Yeah. - ...but you...

You

were so brave.

The way your uncle abused you and your sister

and how it led to your sister's anorexia.

And how you stayed up nights with her when she was down to 50 pounds.

I will never forget reading that, I swear to God.

Yeah.

I never, ever, thought I would have the chance to thank you.

It was your strength

that gave me the courage

to confront my own abuse and help turn my life around.

Listen, I'm in a great group.

Rachel. I...

I'm so glad to hear it. Excuse me. Sir, just stop.

Sorry, I just need a second. Rachel?

Rachel?

Rachel, what are you doing?

Where... Where are you going?

Rachel!

You know, I never had anorexia.

And you certainly didn't watch over me while I was sleeping.

And we don't have a

goddamned pedophile uncle who made our childhood a living hell

and explains away all your shit in one fell swoop.

Did you tell them that Dad forced us

into a life of prostitution as well?

I wasn't hurting... No one got hurt, Rach.

I'm hurt. Where are you going?

Rachel, open the door. Rachel!

So what, you're just going?

I'm sorry, but I hate her.

No, you don't hate her.

Dad, don't tell me what I don't hate.

I hate, hate, hate the lies.

I mean, she lied in rehab.

What do you mean, she lied?

I mean, she lied to the people who were working with her,

who were trying to help her.

Dad, she lies to everybody.

Where is she now?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Where am I now, Dad? - Thank God.

KYM: Rachel! - We're in here, Kym.

Thanks for abandoning me. I had to take a taxi.

EMMA: Hey, Rach.

I mean, are you kidding me?

Why would anything I said or didn't say at the hospital...

Jesus Christ! Are they going to play all weekend?

Knock it off! Norman! Boys! Stop, please!

Guys, would you give it a rest? Just give it a rest.

Why would it hurt you? It wasn't about you!

Why not? - Rachel.

What? Stop, Dad. Why not?

Why wasn't it about me?

I mean, I was hopeful.

I was on your side. Still am.

Do you have any idea what that means?

Do you have any idea

how lonely it was here with everybody gone

into your

terrible little world? I mean, there was nothing left.

Everybody was just empty.

You think that they

knew I was alive or needed anything during your

life?

And after all that, the fights, the screaming,

the blaming, the loneliness,

and Mom and Dad and the divorce and

death

and all that ing hopefulness, I mean...

And Dad not even being able to listen to music anymore.

You were lying about us instead of telling the truth about yourself.

God, Rach.

PAUL: What is this about, girls?

Well, apparently, she has a whole history

of ual molestation that we didn't know about.

CAROL: What? KYM: God.

PAUL: Kym, what is your sister saying?

Did you say you were ually molested?

KYM: It was a long time ago.

Were you?

No!

Why in God's name would you say something like that?

It was an anonymous exercise. And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Dad, look at me. Okay? I am right here.

Okay? And I am telling you that after Ethan died,

I wanted her to get better or just die.

Rachel, she's better. - And... No, no.

Recovery doesn't work if you lie. She knows that.

I am worthless to her.

She doesn't give a shit about the rest of us!

You are not worthless. How dare you!

You're my sister.

I love you guys. I need you guys, but you don't

get to sit around for the rest of my life deciding

what I'm supposed to be like. I mean, you weren't there.

You weren't inside of my head when I was ed-up.

You are certainly not there now. - Kym.

You haven't got any idea how I feel.

Kym, you took Ethan for granted.

Okay. You were high for his life. You were not present.

Okay. You were high.

Yes.

And you drove him off a bridge. And now he's dead.

Rachel, it was an accident.

KYM: Yes, I was.

Yes, I was stoned out of my mind.

Who do I have to be now?

I could be Mother Teresa. It wouldn't make a difference what I did.

Did I sacrifice every bit of

love in this life because I killed our little brother?

PAUL: It was an accident. It was an accident.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Kymmie, Kymmie, it was an accident. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too, Dad.

Can I...

I'm sorry, guys. I just want to...

If I can say something.

Look, I know you're... You're, you know...

Everyone's concerned about her, where she might be.

Listen, you know, when you're getting out of rehab,

it's very, very difficult and it's especially difficult to go

to see your family. I mean, it just...

I mean, when I...

When I got out, I didn't see them for years.

And it just really takes time, and I... And...

If you're not ready to take responsibility for something,

people make something up, which is probably what happened, but...

I mean, you know, honestly, Rachel, that happened like...

It was a couple of years ago...

Paul, do you want me to go out and look for her?

No.

CAROL: You can't. I mean, you have a wedding tomorrow. A hundred people...

I'll go. I mean, you know... It's fine. I'll go.

RACHEL: Where are you going to go? - I can take a look for her.

Do you guys know where she might be, or...

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

I'm sorry?

It's the caterer.

It's the caterer.

EMMA: Let me deal with it. KIERAN: I'll tell you what.

Hello?

You should really call Daddy, honey.

Yeah, okay. In a minute.

You know how he worries.

I will in a minute, yeah.

You know, he's worried, honey.

I need a glass of water.

Here. I made tea.

Come sit down, honey. You look so upset.

Is Andrew going to be home soon?

Yes. He just went to a dinner. Not late.

Did something happen with you and Rachel?

Is everything all right with the wedding?

Yeah. - Good.

Why did you leave me in charge of him?

You knew. All of you knew.

Kym. - People told you.

I was a junkie. I was a crazy drug addict.

I stole from you. - Yes.

I lied to your face.

I weighed six pounds. My hair was falling out.

I spent every dinner in the bathroom.

Honey, you were sick.

That was an illness. - You know what I was.

I stayed in my room for days.

I passed out all the time.

No, no.

What were you thinking? - No.

Why did you leave me?

I was there. I didn't leave you.

Why would you leave me in charge of him?

Because you were good with him.

Mom, Mom, why would you leave... - No, you were...

...a drug addict to watch your son?

No! You were good with him!

You were the best you were with him!

Listen to me! Listen!

I didn't expect you to kill him, sweetheart!

You were not supposed to kill him! - Mom!

Mom! What are you doing? Get off!

Oh, God! God!

Mom!

(SCREAMS)

Fuck.

(SCREAMS)

(CRYING)

(CRASHES)

Are you okay, miss?

Right over here. It's a mess.

It's Kym. I'm fine.

I...

Thanks a lot. - No problem.

Hi.

I'm the maid of honor.

Cool. I know you.

I used to work at that dog-grooming place.

You holding?

Kymmie?

Oh, God, Dad.

Kymmie, are... Oh, God. Are you all right?

Yeah. I just need to go.

No, we've got to get to the hospital.

No, Dad. I need to get dressed.

Kymmie, we've got to get you to a hospital. - I'm fine, please.

Kym, you can't just vanish. You can't just leave.

You have to call, now. You always have to call.

I know.

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

Come here.

Fuck. I'm sorry. - That's all right.

Goes in, like, 12 directions.

I'm so happy you're home.

And see if you can fold it into three pieces at the top.

Okay, hold on. Let me try.

You were right about the gray.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(PLAYING  HERE COMES THE BRIDE)

WOMEN:  Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

MEN:  Sidney, Sidney, Sidney, Sidney

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

Sidney, Sidney, Sidney, Sidney

Rachel, Rachel -  Sidney, Sidney

We've come together to show our support for

Sidney and Rachel in their joining hands

and in joining themselves together in holy wedlock.

The weather's been pretty miserable all weekend,

but now it's a beautiful day.

And it's a beautiful day because when two people come together

who really love one another and want to share that with other people,

(BABY CRYING) it makes it a beautiful day.

So Sidney Williams and Rachel Buchman have come do to that.

And, Rachel, you go first.

Paul Buchman likes to say

that the measure of a great life is

not how well loved you are,

but how well you love others.

Sidney, you teach me that every day.

You are just so full of grace,

and I promise before God and these beautiful people

that I will love you fiercely

and sweetly.

And I look forward to sharing that great life with you.

Thank you for marrying me.

All that I ever wanted was to just hear music,

and when I met you, I heard you.

And, Rachel, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

Thank you for marrying me.

You're welcome.

(ALL LAUGHING)

She used to work in a diner

Never saw a woman look finer

I used to order just to watch her float across the floor

She grew up in a small town

Never put her roots down

Daddy always kept moving, so she did, too

You know it ain't easy

You got to hold on

She was an unknown legend in her time

Now she's dressing two kids

Looking for a magic kiss

She gets the faraway look in her eyes

Somewhere on a desert highway

She rides a Harley-Davidson

Her long brown hair flying in the wind

She's been running half her life

The chrome and steel she rides colliding with

The very air she breathes

The air she breathes

JUDGE CASTLE: Do we have some rings?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL CLAPPING)

(WHOOPING)

JUDGE CASTLE: Sidney, you go first and place the ring on Rachel's hand.

Do you?

Yeah, I do.

Sidney does. Do you, Rachel?

I do.

All right.

By the power vested in me by the state of Connecticut and by Neil Young,

(ALL LAUGHING)

I pronounce that they are husband and wife, and now you can kiss him.

(ALL CHEERING)

(AMERICA PLAYING)

Where do you live

Where do you eat

Do you still live on Semaphore Street

The children we were have grown into us

You in a car and me in a bus

How do you know you'll recognize me

I'm not too clear, but I'm easy to see

Moving alone through the fossilized crowd

People in motion who feel so loud, yeah

I gave America her name

And she taped it on the sea

I gave America your kiss

And she blew it over me

All of me

EMMA: Okay. We're going to cut the cake.

Everybody who wants to see it, come now.

Tastes like lime and turmeric. It's got, like, turmeric in it.

Baby Boy, let them take the picture.

Yeah, Baby Boy.

(SIDNEY LAUGHS)

Can we all do this together?

SIDNEY: Everybody.

RACHEL: Kym?

Wait. Where's... Where's Kym?

I'm here.

Mom?

SIDNEY: Dear God... Wait, wait, wait. Mom.

WOMAN: Okay, look at the camera. One, two, three.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

That's great. Thank you.

Dear God,

please bless this family and let them always invite us over for dinner,

because God knows my new wife cannot boil water or fry an egg.

L'chaim.

ALL: L'chaim.

(ALL CHEERING)

(SINGING DREAD NATTY CONGO)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

And now a word from our sponsor.

Mr. Buchman, if you please!

(WHOOPING)

PAUL: I'm getting now to the Williams family.

It's a done deal. We're relatives.

We were fortunate that they could be joined by Specialist Joseph Gonzales.

Son, we want you home and we want you to put that damn camera down.

(SCREAMING)

(DRUMS BEATING)

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

(ALL CHEERING)

(MAN SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(PLAYING UP TO OUR NEX)

We're up to our necks in love

Won't stop

Forgive yourself

Forgive yourself and maybe

You'll forgive me

Will it be party night

(GOLDEN HEN PLAYING)

Searching from morning for my golden hen

She wake up this morning She no eat no breakfast

She leave at my home and she'll faint in the cab

Lots of remarks

She gives him lots of remarks

Lots of remarks

It was not my fault when she faint in the cab

Lord God knows

Hey little girl don't be like a rolling car

Oh-oh

Oh, no, baby You're gonna be like a sap

If you live like a rolling car

No, don't live like a rolling car

No

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Got love

Like an ocean in your heart

We've got joy

We've got joy

I should have known but I didn't know

Like a fountain

I should have known but I didn't know

We've got joy

I should have known but I didn't know

But I didn't know

In my soul

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

Hey. - Sorry.

No. Come in.

Come on.

Have you seen Mom?

No, she's probably taking a break.

How do you take a break from your own daughter's wedding?

You know Mom. She doesn't really...

KIERAN: Oh, yeah. Here's the party.

(LAUGHING)

Okay, this is too cute for me.

ABBY: Hello? - Hello?

Rachel. Well, here you all are.

I've been looking all over for you.

Hey.

So lovely. I'm truly...

Abby? - Yeah?

They're bringing the car around. - Okay. Great.

Wait. You're leaving?

Honey, I'm so exhausted, but I had such a marvelous time.

Everything was great.

Carol and Daddy really did a great job, don't you think?

Yeah. - Yeah.

Okay, I just didn't want to make a big scene.

We're just going to slip away.

You could make a little scene.

Well, I'm making it. Right?

Andrew and I have to go to Washington tomorrow.

So we're going to take off.

Why are you going to Washington?

I thought I told you. No? We'll just be a week.

We have a bunch of meetings. But you guys are going away real soon, right?

What about our post-nuptial wedding gossip reconnaissance, Mom?

Well, you could come by in the morning.

Yeah...

No, no, that's a stupid idea.

Don't call me early. It's your wedding night.

You're not going to get up early.

That was silly. Anyway...

I have to get Andrew ready 'cause he's absolutely hopeless in this way.

So... We'll just be a bit and then we'll be back.

Everything was so lovely, even the weather cooperated.

It was beautiful, honey. Okay.

Wait.

I want my mother and my sister.

ANDREW: Congratulations, Daddy. Thanks.

All right, Rachel.

All right, Rach. Okay.

Okay.

You'll call me every day about you know...

Yes. Of course.

You take care. All right?

Bye.

Son-in-law.

Mother-in-law.

Take care of yourself.

ABBY: Paul, Carol, it was so lovely.

PAUL: Thank you.

Get some rest.

Okay.

I can't find my cigarettes. Just give me a second.

Kymmie. Kym.

You remember Susanna Galeano?

Hi. - Hi, Kym. How are you?

Suzy runs a first rate PR firm and, darling,

she has just lost an office assistant.

We really are down a person. And I was wondering,

have you ever thought about public relations?

The public's kind of afraid of me.

(LAUGHS)

Listen, Suzy is opening a new office right here.

Darling, you could be at home. - I tell you what.

Why don't you call me on Monday? PAUL: Give her a card.

And we can talk about it? - That would be great.

This is just too perfect. It's stuck, here we go.

Thank you. SUZY: Paul, it was beautiful.

I'm gonna have to go. PAUL: Suzy, Suzy, thank you. I know.

SUZY: You look wonderful.

Do you want me to hold that card now for you?

No, no. I got it. Just... Give me a second. I'll be back in a minute.

PAUL: Okay.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

You making a break for it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got to go.

Yeah. Okay.

If you ever need anything...

If I need to post bond?

No. If you ever need anything.

Thank you.

Maybe you'll come visit me in Hawaii.

That would be nice.

Yes, it would.

I got to go. - Mmm-hmm. Okay.

I got it. - Okay.

ROSA: Kym.

Daddy?

Good morning.

Good morning.

How you feeling?

I'm okay.

Yeah? - Yeah.

You should probably just ignore the eye. It's a long story.

Okay. RACHEL: Kymmie.

Hey.

Hey, I'm Kym's sister. ROSA: Hi.

KYM: This is Rosa. - Rachel.

Rachel, I heard a lot about you. You got married.

I did, yeah. - Congratulations.

Thank you.

I love your baby.

Me, too.

ROSA: Great.

Nice to meet you.

Fortunately, "Rachel Getting Married" is the one of those that breaks that losing streak. The comedy-drama not only boasts what might be her best big-screen performance, it's one of the best things she's appeared in so far.

In its own, sneaky way, the film manages to address issues like dysfunctional families and rehabilitation programs without becoming too dire or heavy-handed.

Hathaway stars as Kym Buchman, a twentysomething who's been released from a supervised rehabilitation program so she can attend the nuptials of her sister, Rachel (Rosemarie DeWitt).

Kym's presence immediately sets off some alarms. Her family is worried that she'll make a scene and ruin the wedding.

As it turns out, she does, but not for the reasons they're expecting. She's there trying to make a few "amends," as part of her latest effort to fulfill requirements of a 12-step program.

However, there are existing family issues, including a past tragedy, that may make that impossible.

In addition to Hathaway, "Rachel" offers some redemption for director Jonathan Demme, who hasn't exactly set the cinematic world on fire lately. (His last really good narrative feature before this was 1993's "Philadelphia.")

Demme's direction is assured and loose when it needs to be, and the script — courtesy of screenwriter Jenny Lumet, the daughter of veteran filmmaker Sidney Lumet — is smart and insightful. The performances really stand out as well.

Hathaway's vulnerable turn as Kym makes a character that could have been unlikable very sympathetic instead. Supporting performers DeWitt and Bill Irwin, who plays their doting father, are good, too. (Debra Winger pops up briefly as his estranged wife.)

Anne Hathaway looks like a movie star, but more often than not acts like a studious, earnest head-of-the-class. Rather than filtering characters through some kind of star persona, she does what is required with such technical precision that her performances lose any spark of spontaneity. That's why she didn't get any laughs playing Agent 99 in Get Smart— she somehow managed to play the straight woman role too straight.

But something happens in Jonathan Demme's Rachel Getting Married. Hathaway plays Kym, the black sheep of an upper-middle-class Connecticut family who has left rehab in time to attend her sister Rachel's wedding. This isn't simply a case of an actress obviously playing against type, although she clearly is. Hathaway teases her studiousness out into self-centered, self-destructive prickliness. Kym is like a teacher's pet, begging to be rewarded for her self-aware (but caustic and uncomfortable) humor, and her self-serious (yet somehow pompous) parroting of Narcotics Anonymous wisdom.

It's a tightly wound character, but playing her loosens Hathaway up, and she nails every self-involved gesture, down to the way a cigarette constantly dangles from Kym's lips, as if to reach as far as possible into others' space, a reminder that she's allowed this one addiction because she's been through so much worse. You may have discerned that Kym isn't remotely likable, but the wounded, weary contentiousness of her relationship with fed-up bride Rachel (Rosemarie DeWitt) works up a lot of empathy.

The action is confined to a few simple locations over the course of the weekend, peppered with regular confrontations and the revelation (at least to the audience) of a dark secret. The narrative of Rachel Getting Married resembles a play, and not a terrific one. Demme seems to want an experience even more intimate, filming Jenny Lumet's script with handheld cameras, aiming for a home-movie texture. The result isn't always that kind of striking immediacy; sometimes, it's just a semi-verite movie supported by oddly stagy coincidences, like the identity of a man at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, or the placement of a key dish in the kitchen. ¸ü¶àÓ°ÆÀ www.130q.com

The wedding rituals themselves fit Demme's aesthetic the best, because he runs his camera and allows us to see what a wedding guest would see: not one but four or five toasts; people who aren't formally introduced; and lots of musical performances. It's all very warm-hearted, but after awhile, the sheer volume and diversity of life-affirming music at this one little wedding begins to feel a little like an NPR festival curated by a famous movie director. Rachel's new husband Sidney is even played by Tunde Adebimpe of the band TV on the Radio. It's pretty easy to imagine that Sydney is the guy from TV on the Radio, not only because of his parade of musician friends, but because the movie fails to supply him with another personality.

So it goes with many of the supporting characters, and this may be intentional, to keep the film's focus tight and compelling. Kym and Rachel are certainly well-drawn and beautifully played, as are their divorced parents, played by Bill Irwin and Debra Winger. They find exactly the right points of familial routine, making alliances and fractures utterly visible.

That kind of grace makes Rachel Getting Married involving and worthwhile. But despite the sense that Demme himself is throwing the party, the movie itself never feels especially personal, and its thoughts on forgiveness and dysfunction are thorny and without rather shallow. (It also resembles an unfunny, more conventionally "likable" version of Margot at the Wedding.) Lumet may yet write a terrific movie (or play); this one is a little too weepy, too circular. All of which, in the meantime, makes Hathaway's work all the more impressive. She's learned to run with her material, not just keep pace.

In the early part of his career, with movies like "Melvin and Howard" and "Handle With Care" -- and even, a little later, with "Something Wild" -- Jonathan Demme proved himself as a filmmaker with a deep affection for oddball America. In those movies, his characters can often drive us nuts, especially at first. But by the end, they've become the kinds of friends we didn't know we wanted to make, people whose foibles and idiosyncrasies we can connect with even though they may be nothing like our own. In the world of those movies, we're a nation of people who communicate via disjointed conversations and awkward pauses. Our language is ellipses; we understand each other best by paying attention to the spaces between words.

Demme's career took a turn away from that sort of intimate, loose-jointed filmmaking with stiff exercises like "Silence of the Lambs" and "The Manchurian Candidate," and with oversize and overwrought projects like "Philadelphia." Those are the kinds of big prestige products a director makes once he has "arrived," and often they're not nearly as good as the ones he made while he was getting there. But with "Rachel Getting Married," Demme has once again scaled back, making a picture that has some of the ease and warmth of his earlier movies, although it also feels stripped down and direct in a way that's new for Demme. Anne Hathaway plays Kym, a former model who comes from a well-heeled but extremely dysfunctional Connecticut family; she's in rehab, and we learn early on that she's responsible for some horrible tragedy that the family has suffered but is reluctant to talk about. Kym's sister, Rachel (Rosemarie DeWitt, of "Mad Men"), is about to be married, and Kym is granted a leave to attend the wedding. She shows up in her slouchy dark clothes, with a choppy, angular haircut; her eyes, big, dark and mistrustful, seem to have been programmed to shut everyone out. She slings bons mots that are more icy than clever: Cooing over how thin Rachel has become, she asks her sister if she's "puking again." No one -- save her father, played by Bill Irwin -- is glad to see Kym, and everyone lets her know it. The coolest cat of all is Debra Winger's Abby, the family's deposed matriarch. Abby is the kind of woman who pops the babies out and then, for the rest of their lives, looks at them blankly as if to say, "What am I supposed to do with these?"
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The pre-wedding festivities bring out the worst in everyone, and the proceedings are sometimes maddening to watch. That's part of the design: Working from a script by Jenny Lumet, Demme is out to capture the messy unpredictability of family relationships, to suggest the ways we sometimes can't help wanting to control others' behavior, even possibly rewrite their histories into a form that might be more convenient, more palatable, for us. Demme is alive to the mysteries people carry inside them. These family members pick at one another, and rarely affectionately: Sometimes they seem to want to drive corkscrews of pain under each other's skin. Rachel, in particular, is deeply annoyed that Kym can't hold her life together; she's convinced her sister is using her personal troubles to control the family, and her behavior toward Kym borders on cruelty. (Dewitt's performance shows off lots of intentionally bared sharp edges.)

Demme -- making extensive use of hand-held cameras, in a way that actually serves the story, a rarity in this day and age -- puts us inside this family and makes us feel their suffering. This isn't goldfish-bowl filmmaking, in which a director puts his characters inside a claustrophobic environment and invites us to observe how troubled and interesting they are. That's the feeling I got from Noah Baumbach's "Margot at the Wedding." He may have had some feeling for his characters, but he couldn't translate it into anything deeper than a psychological experiment.

Demme, on the other hand, is with his characters every step of the way. There were times I wasn't sure what he was trying to get at. The movie features a big showdown scene between Kym and Abby, and although it does feature a capper that shocked me, I'm generally not a fan of screaming-match acting. Winger, as Abby, is much better in her quieter scenes: She gives the sense of a woman who, when it suits her, likes to wrap herself around her children's lives like a boa and squeeze. This is a chilly performance, but also a strangely affecting one: We don't want to be reminded that bad mothers are people, too, and Winger -- with that throaty voice, and that assertively charming twinkle in her eye -- never lets us forget that piercing reality.

Maybe the characters Demme is showing us are in some ways too real. There were stretches of "Rachel Getting Married" that made me feel restless and annoyed, itching to get away from the aggressive, overgrown neuroses of these characters: A little of that goes a long way in the movies, and a filmmaker doesn't need to fetishize characters' rampant self-absorption to get the point across. But just when someone says or does something that makes you want to shout at the screen, Demme pulls back and reminds us -- by focusing on a particular face, or by showing us a character's awkward body language -- that these are, quite simply, people in pain. Hathaway, in particular, with those wary eyes and lips that always look on the verge of quivering, brings much of that pain to the surface: This isn't a character you want to hug -- she's got too many angles -- but Demme feels so deeply for her that he makes us feel for her, too.

He also knows what we need as an audience, and when Rachel and Kym broker a tender reconciliation, one that's all the more affecting for the way it isn't explained, he gives it to us. The scene is like a salve applied to all this on-screen suffering -- though even Demme seems to know that a salve is not a cure. The picture may end a little too breezily, but Demme knows we have to be left with some hope for these wandering souls. Someday, they'll find their way home; it just may not be the same thing as going home.

Filmmakers love weddings. The reasons are obvious: so many characters, so much potential for drama and romance, so many things that can go wrong. Weddings are also events that most people, in one way or another (whether as a guest or a participant) can identify with. Rachel Getting Married, Jonathan Demme's contribution to this field, uses a wedding and its attendant chaos as the backdrop for a character-based story about a young woman struggling to remain clean after emerging from rehab. Told in a simple, spare style that imitates Lars von Trier's Dogma initiative, Rachel Getting Married is anything but simple in the way it explores the complexities and contradictions of the lead character. At times, the movie gets bogged down in minutia but the emotions evoked and captured are as honest and brutal as one is likely to find on film.

Kym (Anne Hathaway) has arrived home from rehab on the day before the wedding of her older sister, Rachel (Rosemarie DeWitt). A junkie since her teens, Kym has been clean for nine months, but her sobriety has not altered her basic personality. Kym is flamboyant and self-centered, but there is a deep core of pain and guilt within her that no amount of bluster and bravado can entirely conceal. Her overprotective father (Bill Irwin) hovers around her like a mother hen. She causes a scene when she learns that Rachel has chosen her best friend, Emma (Anisa George), to be the maid of honor. And she looks forward to the rehearsal dinner so she can be reunited with her superficial mother (Debra Winger).

The wedding might be all about Rachel, but the movie is all about Kym. She is a complicated, volatile individual with obvious bipolar tendencies. Her instability provides a source of dramatic tension, but it never feels forced or artificial. Gradually, Jenny Lumet's screenplay unveils the source of Kym's pain, and a stinging confrontation with her mother brings it all home. By the end of the movie, the viewer may not like her (she can be mean, spiteful, and self-absorbed - not exactly likeable qualities), but understanding comes with this kind of candid, unexpurgated examination. As a bonus, the storyline does not veer into the overused cliché one often expects from a film centered upon a recovering addict.

Her performance as Kym is the kind of work that forces a re-assessment of the actress' abilities and range. After beginning her career trapped in the pretty, shallow, wholesome image of a live-action Disney heroine, Hathaway intentionally spurned her G-rated following by appearing topless in the direct-to-video 2005 feature, Havoc. Since then, she has gravitated toward more mature fare (excepting this year's Get Smart), but Rachel Getting Married is the first film where she gives a complete, adult performance. She gets the character and runs with it. She effectively captures Kym's highs and lows, the claustrophobic feel of coming home and needing isolation in a house full of strangers, the desperate need for forgiveness and catharsis, and the realization that neither may be forthcoming. At times, I was reminded of Maggie Gyllenhaal in Sherrybaby, although this film is less raw and more hopeful. ¸ü¶àÓ°ÆÀ www.130q.com

Jonathan Demme has elected to produce Rachel Getting Married using minimalist techniques. The cameras are, for the most part, hand-held and many of the shots are lengthy. The lighting is all natural and there is no incidental music. At times, it feels like a home-made video of a wedding and its preparations. The film occasionally dwells on little things, like a five-minute tug-of-war between Rachel's father and fiancé about who is more adept at loading a dishwasher. The goal of including all of these seemingly irrelevant details is to anchor the film's reality, but there are times when there's a little too much of this and it threatens to distract viewers from the central drama. It's a stylistic choice on Demme's part. While heightening the movie's authenticity, it tends to make it feel longer than it is.

Movies about weddings tend to highlight quirky characters and resort to facile resolutions. Neither flaw is evident here. The participants are real and the unanswered questions echo what life often provides. Rachel Getting Married is not a happy movie, but neither does it wallow in unrelieved bleakness. There's an element of hope in the ending and there are moments of understated humor sprinkled throughout. For those who enjoy character studies that explore the nature of pain and guilt, this is a solid drama.

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