Ithaca Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 2015
- 96 min
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Time to let it go.
And when the pain leaves...
I hope the rest will be lighter
and better than ever.
No one knows where that may be.
I'm happy.
And even though
I wish there were no war...
I'm happy
to be serving my country,
which, to me, is Ithaca.
- Marcus.
So what are... so what
are mornings like back home?
- Mornings?
- What's that?
- Exercises.
- What for?
- Muscle.
in the world.
- No.
- What are you gonna be, then?
- Go back to sleep.
- Gonna go to school?
- Yep.
- I'm gonna run the
220 low hurdles someday.
- Why?
- Because everybody born in this
town wins the 220 low hurdles.
Marcus did,
the manager
when he went to Ithaca high.
He was valley champion.
- What's valley champion?
- That's the best.
- Gonna be the best?
- I'm gonna try.
Tomorrow... no, yesterday
I saw the train.
How'd it go?
- The Bachmann waved.
- Did you wave back?
- He said, "going home."
Where's he going?
- I don't know. Everybody's got
a different home.
- Are you going?
- Someday.
- Gonna come back?
- Sure.
- Gonna be glad?
- Sure. Gonna be glad to see ma,
Marcus and Bess,
glad to see you.
- Don't go, homer, don't go.
- I'm not going now.
I'm just going to school.
- Papa went and he won't come
back, not like he used to.
Marcus went...
Don't you go too, homer.
- It's gonna be a long time
before I go.
But, for now,
it's time for you to go.
- Where?
- Back to sleep.
Ah!!
I have no idea what's ahead.
But whatever it is,
- Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus. Marcus!
My friend here is an orphan.
His name is Toby George.
I've told him
all about our family
and someday I'll bring him home.
I would rather
I wasn't in the army
and there was no war.
I don't hate anyone.
But I've long since made up
my mind
to be the best soldier I can be.
More than anything else in
the world, I wanna come home.
And spend many long years with
you, ma and Bess and Ulysses.
I wanna come back for a home
and a family of my own.
You are now on your way,
in a world chockfull of things
that...
Aren't easy to understand.
So, of course,
all the mistakes are ahead.
All the wonderful mistakes
that you must,
and will make.
Trust your heart,
which is a good one,
to be right, and go ahead.
- Set!
No! Get off the field!
- Ugh!
- And if you fall, tricked
or tripped by others,
or yourself even...
Get up.
- Dinner with... well...
No, now wait a minute.
I promised?
When did I promise to have
dinner with your parents?
- Come on, you remember.
- Uh-huh.
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