Olive Kitteridge

Get! Get out of here!

Get out of here! Here, Mom.

Thank you, sweetheart. Get back!

They like to spit!

Get out of here! Get out of here!

Get out of here! Get out of the bay!

Get out of here, pesky seagulls!

Hurry up, son. Come on.

All right, Dad.

Give me the bucket, quick! Quick, before the boat burns up!

One of 'em just shat a pile of hot coals.

Jerk!

Stand back, stand back!

Kevin Coulson.

I thought that was you.

- Hello, Mrs. Kitteridge. - Mind if I get in? The wind.

Uh, yeah, sure.

Phew!

That is some wind.

Would you like one? They're fresh.

Oh, no thanks.

Hm...

You're in New York now, aren't you?

Yep.

I heard you went to medical school.

Does everybody here know everything?

Well, sure. What else is there to do?

So, what brings you back?

I'm just visiting.

Well, not a lot has changed.

Except a few chain stores have moved in.

Good news if you're greedy and like to buy in bulk.

Hm.

You remember Patty Crane?

She married the older Howe boy.

Keeps having miscarriages.

Makes her sad.

I suspect they'll fix her up one of these days,

and then she'll pop out triplets.

I'd forgotten about Patty. She was always so nice to me.

She used to share her lunch with me when my mom forgot to pack one.

Well, she's still nice.

She gives me extra donut holes even though I gave her "C's."

You gave everyone "C's."

Except for you. You did your work.

What kind of doctor are you training to be?

Psychiatry.

- Do you remember Doyle Larkin? - Mm-hmm. The rich kid.

He's in prison now. He went whacko and killed a girl.

- Jesus! - Now there's a case for you to study.

How's Christopher?

He's a podiatrist. He has a practice here in town.

Oh, so he came back.

A lot of bad feet around here, apparently. Business is booming.

I'm glad that he's doing well.

He's getting married tomorrow.

To another doctor, she's a proctologist.

Can you imagine where her hands have been?

I've thought about you, Kevin Coulson, I have.

I liked your mother. She was an interesting woman.

Smart. Yes, she was.

- She couldn't help it, you know. - She was bipolar.

Uh, she was never diagnosed.

I wondered about that with my father.

He shot himself.

Don't know if you knew that.

No, I didn't.

No note.

Mother had a hard time with that.

She thought it was the least he could do,

leave a little note the way he did when he went to the store.

Poor thing.

Because he hadn't really gone anywhere, had he?

He was right there in the kitchen.

My mom mailed me a letter.

I think she was worried that if she left a note, that I might not find it.

Or that the cops might take it.

Did it help? The letter?

She left instructions on how to use the washing machine.

And to watch out for the purple snakes in the dryer.

It was helpful, don't you think?

Yeah.

I don't think my father was bipolar. I think he was just depressed.

Yeah, that could be.

Christopher has it. The depression.

It runs in the family on both sides.

If he has kids with this Dr. Sue, let's hope they get her genes.

Is she pretty stable?

Cool as a cucumber, this one.

Well, that's good, I guess.

You with anyone?

Not anymore.

What happened?

She had problems.

Was she a nut job?

You mean did I go for someone like my mother?

It happens. I didn't marry my father, fortunately.

That's not the case with Henry and me.

Well, that's good.

And Christopher is not marrying me.

As far as I can tell, thank God for that.

She used a razor to cut a happy face in her stomach.

Who did? This girlfriend of yours?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's whacko, all right.

Yeah.

But I bet you couldn't get enough of her.

Yeah. Pretty much.

Crazy wind.

Now what's she doing?

Oh, picking flowers, it looks like.

Well, she doesn't have much of a yard.

It'll be hell on the wedding if it's like this tomorrow.

They're going to have it outdoors, in the yard.

Dr. Sue insisted on programs. They'll all go flying.

And guess who'll be the one who picks them up?

I spent the whole spring working on Christopher's garden.

And then Dr. Sue's mother calls me

and wants to know if there's a good florist in Portland.

She's gonna pay good money for all the same flowers I had been growing.

They're from California, the parents. Golfing types.

The father has one of those tans.

Uh, so you still teaching?

I just retired. I've had it. Oh.

You remember Mr. O'Casey? Mm, sure.

He liked you. Thought you were bright.

He taught us some pretty edgy stuff.

He was an odd guy.

I always wondered if his accident was deliberate.

You wondered that?

Yeah, it crossed my mind, sure.

You sure you don't want a donut?

Mm-mmm.

Mrs. Kitteridge, I have to get going.

Wait. What in the hell?

Oh, dear God! She went over!

Hurry! Hurry up!

Hurry!

- (Woman Screams) - Oh, Jesus!

Hold on! Be careful!

Patty, hold on!

Be careful!

Dear God! Patty, hold on!

Go!

Okay, here we go.

Let's get this on. Get her some more coffee, Jo.

You got it.

Like that...

She gonna be okay?

She's fine. Cold.

Kevin, you still there? Yeah, Mom.

I'm doing fine, honey. You can go.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Mom?

Yeah?

Is there a bird on your hand?

No, sweetheart, there isn't.

Are you decent? I got some clothes for you.

Oh...

Here, Christopher sent these over.

We're gonna meet him at the rehearsal dinner.

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't wanna crash his party.

I'm just gonna be taking off.

No, you aren't. You're gonna spend the night.

Get dressed.

- Are we late? - No, we're on time. Come on.

- Hi, Angela. - Hey, Olive.

- I'll introduce you to everyone. - Oh, no, that's all right.

Oh, no, they'll love to meet you, Kevin.

You're a local hero.

There's the mother of the bride. Hi.

He has no interest in meeting her, Henry.

- Hi, Joyce. How are you? - Hello, you two.

- How are you? - Olive.

Joyce, this is Kevin.

He's an old friend of Christopher's,

and he helped save a young woman's life today.

- Oh! How wonderful. - Yeah, yeah.

He jumped into the water near the marina and he helped get her to shore.

Are you certified, Kevin?