Olive Kitteridge

Mr. Kitteridge will be by once a week to mow the lawn,

and I need to stop by to deadhead those roses.

Oh, all right.

Don't worry. I won't be talking to you.

I'll do my job and then I go.

- Can we play with your dog? - No.

He doesn't like children. Don't throw balls

in the flower beds, please, and keep the screen door closed.

We have flies when there's no wind and they bite.

Towels and linens are on the bed.

Any questions, phone numbers are right there.

We do not answer the phone after 9:00 at night.

All right then. There you go.

- Clancy, come on, let's go. - (Door Opens, Closes)

Clancy, come here.

They all settled in?

Like bugs in a rug.

I'm gonna start lunch. You come in when you're done.

Okay.

- What do you think? - Oh, Henry, that's nice.

That's a beautiful piece of wood.

Henry Thibodeau gave us that wood.

I think I'll give that to Denise.

Old what's-his-name won't like that.

Eating salad out of dead Henry's bowl?

Well, Jerry doesn't need to know.

- That's right. To hell with him. - Mm-hmm.

Afternoon. Kitteridge residence.

Pop, it's me.

Hi, Chris! How are you, son?

I need to talk to both of you. Is Mom in?

Yeah, she's right here. Is everything okay?

Yeah. It's just... why don't you both get on?

Okay, hold on. I'll get on the other line.

He wants to talk to both of us.

- What's going on? - I don't know. I'll pick up in here.

Hi, Christopher. It's your mother.

- Hi, Mom. Is Dad on? - Your father's getting on the line.

- Henry, are you on there? Yep, yep.

Okay, all right. Go ahead.

Did you and Suzanne try going to counseling?

Yeah, we went for a couple of months,

but we knew it wasn't going to work out.

- I'm just... I'm so sorry. I'm okay with it, Pop.

Really, I am. - Did you fall in love with someone else?

No. - Did she?

I don't know. - So she was having an affair?

Ultimately, that is not really the point.

We were just a wrong match.

I don't even know what to say.

I'm fine with it, Pop. It is what it is.

Well...

you come home then. You can have your house.

It's only rented till the end of July.

I'm staying here. I like California,

and my practice is doing well.

You had a good practice here. Everyone asks if you're ever coming back.

I don't want to come back, Pop.

Oh.

Do as you wish, Christopher.

It's your life.

I have something on the stove.

Okay. Mom, I...

Jesus.

Chris, you there?

Yeah. - I'm sorry, son. I...

I really liked Suzanne.

She liked you too.

Maybe you'll come visit.

We'll see. I'm pretty busy right now.

Listen, I have to call you back. I'm at the office.

Oh, I'm... I don't want to keep you.

Okay, you take care of yourself, son.

Thanks, Pop. You too.

All right. Bye.

Well, I did not see that one coming. Did you?

What do you think happened?

The bloom wore off. She thought she could do better.

That's the type she is.

He married an opportunist.

I thought he was calling to tell us Suzanne was pregnant.

Well, not to be.

We should sell the house.

- I don't want any more renters. - He could change his mind.

He's a grown man, Henry.

Why should he want to live next door to us?

Yeah. Why should he?

Are you going to eat that?

Not right now, Ollie.

Go do something, Henry.

All right. I will.

Henry?

Henry, where are you?

Oh God.

I'm so tired of yelling my brains out.

Henry?

What are you doing?

Oh, hmm...

you know...

I always thought that someday I'd bring the grandkids up here.

Show 'em their dad's old train set.

We'd dust it off and put the tracks together,

get it running again.

Maybe I'll set it up anyway.

- Henry. - What?

Snap out of it.

- (Bell Rings) - (Gulls Caw)

- (Car Honks Lightly) - Thank you.

Hi, Henry. - Hey, Ed.

- Oh, hi. - Hi, Carol.

- Hi, Henry. Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Thank you, Henry. - Hey, Stan the man. You're welcome, buddy.

You in line?

I am.

It's not like the old days, is it?

Excuse me?

The service isn't what it used to be.

No, it isn't.

- Okay, all set? - No.

I don't know what in God's name is going on back there, but...

- Hello. - Hi.

Henry Kitteridge?

- My pharmacy used to be... - Oh, of course.

- We used to use you. - You did, yes.

- Jack. - Yeah?

This is our old pharmacist. Do you remember?

Oh, yes.

Hi.

Oh, listen, Henry. We're taking a cruise to Belize next week.

Can you recommend something for seasickness?

Well, I always recommend Dramamine. Would you like me to get it for you?

Thank you, Henry. That's very kind.

Sure.

Oh boy. I forgot it was that time of year.

- Excuse me? - Fathers' Day.

Oh. Yeah.

- Did you send yours off yet? - My what?

- A card to your dad. - Oh, no. Hadn't thought about it.

No? Well, I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

It's a made-up holiday. I don't think he cares.

Well, everybody likes to get a card.

It's a nice reminder that you're thinking about him.

My dad doesn't want to know what I think about him.

Oh.

Gee, that's too bad.

No, it isn't.

Attention, pharmacy, you have a call holding on line three.

Line three, please.

Oh, Clancy, no!

Oh God.

- (Henry Kissing) - Don't reward him for running at the car.

Oh, it's okay. - Oh my God.

- It's okay. Yes. - (Dog Whimpering)

- What's this? - I thought they were unusual.

Thank you, Henry.

I love you, Ollie.

Yeah, you too, Henry.

Clancy, come on.

Clancy.

Does Christopher have a lawyer?

He didn't say. We didn't ask.

If she's a greedy gump, he's gonna need one.

We think it's fairly amicable.

She wanted out. She thought she could do better.

- You don't know that, Ollie. - Sure I do.

Good riddance.

- What about the house here? - It's under his name.

- Oh, that's good. One less thing to grab. - Mmm.

You think he'll move back?

- He still could. - Not in a million years.

Well, thank God they didn't have kids.

That could've been a real nightmare.

- Who has the crab cakes? - Right here.

Over here. Thank you very much.

- That looks nice. - Anyone mind if I start?

No, go right ahead.

So how are your grandkids?

They're spiteful.

Oh, really?

You know what the little one said to me the other day?

She looked me right in the eye and she said,

"You may be my grandma, but that doesn't mean I have to love you."

And the other one looked at me and she said, "me too."

Oh gosh. - That's rotten.

Ha! - Did you talk to Julie about that?

Oh, well, she encourages it.

Oh-ho. She wants them to be able to express themselves.

- For God's sake. - That's no good.

- She needs to teach them better manners. - Yeah.

Well, that's not gonna happen. Huh.

She's rude to me as well.

You can't win. Even when you do your best.

No, you can't win.

Well, to hell with her.

To hell with all of 'em.

Humph.

Yeah.

That's what I say.