Olive Kitteridge

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Happy Valentine's Day, Ollie.

Yeah, you too, Henry.

No comment.

- Morning, Lois. - It's cold, I'd like to get in.

I have places to be today. Could you just let him know that I'm here?

He'll be with you in a minute, dear. No need to stand right in front of me.

Hey, Rachel. What can I do for you?

- I need this filled. - Okay.

Uh, Lois, why don't you go get a cup of coffee?

I'll take the register.

Suit yourself.

- Rachel, this isn't your regular doctor. - That's right.

Well...

Well, um...

I'll have to let him know that we already have

a prescription for Valium for you on file.

Why would you have to do that?

Well, you know I cannot double up your dose.

I don't feel like coming in here...

to pick up more pills, that's the whole point.

Maybe a couple of extra trips into town is just the thing you need.

It's good to get out when you're feeling blue.

Christ, Henry. Blue is what I feel on the good days.

Oh.

Let me ask you something.

How much wattage do you use in your light bulbs?

- I don't know. - Sixty watts?

- Yeah, probably. - Not enough in the winter.

If you have a gloomy house, you'll never get out of your funk.

Wanna pay my electric bill?

I want you to go next door to Harmon's and get a couple of hundred-watt bulbs

and use them till the days get longer,

and then you can switch back to the lower watts.

Yeah?

You're not gonna fill my prescription, are you?

No. Sorry, Rachel. I cannot.

You know, I'll just go to a pharmacy in another town.

Well, maybe the drive will do you good.

Henry? We need you out here. Lois took a spill.

Oh, dear God. Excuse me, Rachel.

She came in to get a coffee. She seemed just fine.

Then she walked out, she just kind of crumbled.

- Lois? Lois, you hear me? - You want me to slap her, Henry?

No. She stopped breathing. Call an ambulance.

Who is that?

It's Lois. I just saw her walking...

She's dead, Henry.

She's left the building.

Oh! Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, dear God.

Oh, you should fix that. You know, her panties.

Oh...

Christopher?

I got some very... sad news to tell you.

- What? - Mrs. Granger died today.

She went to the donut shop to get a cup of coffee

and on the way back, she had a stroke.

She was alive this morning, now she's gone.

She's gone, son.

Who's Mrs. Granger?

Chris, for God's sake, you know who she is.

She's been working for me since before you were born.

Oh, stop, Henry. You couldn't stand the old bat.

Enough. Let's be respectful.

- Don't pretend to be sad. - What?

- She was due to kick, and now you're free. - Well, she wasn't a pleasant woman.

But all the same, she was once someone's child.

And kittens grow into cats.

Poor Lois. Let's hope she's at peace.

Well, now you can hire someone young and cute who thinks you're God.

Won't that be nice?

It will, actually.

Mm...

So how's school, son?

- Fine. - He's getting a "C" in English.

O'Casey doesn't grade fairly.

I always do my work, I'm never late, and he gives me a "C"?

- Well, that doesn't sound quite right. - It isn't, Dad.

- Your son doesn't understand subtext. - Oh.

Well, I don't really understand subtext either.

Oh, God, Henry.

Well, I mean, I think if Christopher is putting forth his best efforts...

I read your son's paper, it is lazy, slapdash crap.

That's a little harsh, Ollie.

You don't know. You're not there.

Jim O'Casey understands your son's abilities more than you do.

Well...

He understands when they're being squandered.

You want your kid to grow up to be a dope, go ahead.

Uh, we're not finished yet.

Would you like me to help you with your homework, son?

No.

May I be excused?

Yeah. Go ahead.

Go. Go!

Ollie?

No, I don't need to talk about it, Henry. I'm done.

All right.

- You threw away my card. - I already read it.

You don't wanna save it?

Don't be hurt. You know I don't like clutter.

There. It's up now for all to see.

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Give me a kiss. Mm!

Mm! Oh!

- You're gonna do great today. - Do I look okay?

You look beautiful. Mm!

- Good morning, Denise. - Good morning, Mr. Kitteridge.

You all set for your first day?

I sure am. Oh, this is my husband, Henry.

- Hey, there. Nice to meet you. - Henry, what a fine name.

- I'm a Henry too. - Oh, gosh!

- I have two Henrys in my life now! - How about that?

That's some nice-looking wood.

Yeah, everything's seasoned, starts easy, burns long.

- I'll have to order a cord. - Talk to Denise. She handles the books.

Oh, that Denise. What doesn't she do?

- Darned if I know. - Stop! You two!

Come here.

All right, you take care of my girl, Henry.

You let me know if she gives you any trouble!

- Will do, Henry. - Bye!

Bye, sweetheart. I'll see you tonight.

- Come on, after you. - Thank you, Mr. Kitteridge.

Oh, call me Henry, for gosh sakes.

Oh, thank you, Henry.

I had an idea, if you wouldn't mind me saying.

No, not at all.

You could put up a greeting card display,

so while people were waiting for their prescriptions,

they'd say to themselves, "Oh, look at that."

"I need to get a birthday card for my granddaughter."

Or "a get-well card for my Aunt Betty." You know?

I think that's inspired, Denise.

- You do? - Oh, yeah.

- Oh, I'm so glad. - Jerry?

You could help us put up the racks, huh?

- Yeah, sure, I can do that. - Oops.

There you go.

And you know people love to give cards to each other.

- Oh, yeah. Yeah. - Yeah.

Sometimes, I'll put a note in one of Henry's shoes.

- Do you? - Yeah.

He'll stick his foot in and get all grouchy and say,

"What the heck is this?"

And then he'll see the

This one time, I tried to put my gloves on,

but he had filled all the fingers with jelly beans.

My gosh! I had no idea what was going on.

I just kept jamming my fingers in.

I just want to say one thing.

Don't be scared of your hunger.

If you're scared of your hunger,

you're one more ninny just like everyone else.

Doyle, sweetheart, are you ready?

Sorry, Louise. He's got 20 more minutes.

He has an orthodontist appointment.

Detention is over in 20 minutes.

Really, Olive, don't be ridiculous.

You can have a seat while you wait.

No, thank you, anyway. Doyle, sweetheart, I'll be back.

Mrs. Kitteridge.

May I speak to you for a moment?

I'll be out in the hall, and I'll know if you're talking.

Tell me something.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood."

"And sorry I am I could not travel both and be one traveler."

"Long I stood and looked down one as far as I could."

"Until it bent..."

"in the undergrowth."

- You gonna pick that up? - Nope.

Mm...

- Aren't you the brat? - Mm-hmm.

Olive, is Kevin Coulson in detention with you?

Yeah, what's up?

His mother called, said she won't be able to pick him up.

I can give him a ride, if you want.

We'll take care of it, Janet.

All right, then. I'll let her know.

She'll let her know.

- Thanks for the ride. - No, stay.

I'm gonna go check on your mother.

Ma, let's just go.

- I wanna get home. - It'll just be a minute.

No, it won't. Oh, dear God almighty, why don't I just walk?

Be my guest. Do you good.

Rachel? It's Olive Kitteridge.

Listen to this first prize. It's a car!

You're scaring your boy.

Christ, I can't climb out of this.

Well, get off the pills, for one. They're doping you up.

I'm not taking 'em.

Are you collecting them again?

I just wanna go to sleep.

You soil your pants when you die, you know.

You want your son to see you like that?