The Prince of Tides

Igrew up slowly, beside the tides

and marshes...

...of a Carolina sea island.

We lived in a small, white house...

...won by my

great-great-grandfather...

...Winston Shadrach Wingo...

...in a horseshoe game.

Last one around the tree is a ninny!

Joop, Joop! Come here.

Boys, boys! Careful, now.

- I'll race you, Tom.

- Wait up, Luke.

There are families

who live their entire lives...

...without a single thing of interest

happening to them.

Don't run so fast, Tom!

I've always envied those families.

Luke, mind you,

don't torment that dog.

It's my dog!

Tom, you're gonna step on him.

He's only a pup!

Here, Joop. Come here!

Mom, did you see me run?

Savannah, you want a bean?

Boys, you want a bean?

Quit squealing, Savannah.

You're next, Tom.

The child of a beautiful woman,

I was also a shrimper's son...

...in love with the shape of boats.

Luke, he's pushing me.

I'm not pushing her!

As a small boy, I loved to navigate

my father's shrimp boat...

...between the sandbars.

I suppose Henry Wingo would have

made a pretty good father...

...if he hadn't been

such a violent man.

From my mother, I inherited

a love of language...

...and an appreciation of nature.

She could turn a walk

around the island...

...into a voyage of purest discovery.

As a child, I thought she was

the most extraordinary woman on earth.

I wasn't the first son to be wrong

about his mother.

I am sick and tired...

...of you never showing me

any respect in my own house.

I don't know when my parents began

their war against each other.

But I do know the only prisoners they

took were their children.

Wait, you guys.

My shoes are falling off!

Keep up, Savannah.

When my brother, sister and I needed

to escape, we developed a ritual.

We found a silent, soothing world

where there was no pain.

A world without mothers or fathers.

We would make a circle

bound by flesh...

...and blood...

...and water.

And only when we felt our lungs betray

us, would we rise toward the light...

...and the fear of what lay in wait

for us above the surface.

All this was a long time ago...

...before I chose not

to have a memory.

Daddy!

I think something bit me!

Mr. Brighton, are you selling dope to

my girls again?

Stop bugging us, Dad.

- Bye, Mr. Brighton.

- Come on in. It's getting late!

It's a conch.

Bring him home.

I'll send him to college!

How do you know it's a boy?

Well, let's examine him.

Girls, have I ever told you

the facts of life?

Oh, no. Not this again.

Stay away from boys because

they're disgusting beasts...

...that pee on bushes

and pick their noses.

Gross, Dad!

That's completely gross.

Anyway, I'm not gonna stay

away from boys.

That's the spirit. Never do

what parents tell you.

Hey, Mom, look what I found!

If you don't quit smoking, you'll die.

That's what they told me at school.

Well, no more school for you.

Mom, Dad's smoking again.

Oh, no. Well, you know what to do

with that. Put it in the sink.

Give me a kiss.

I wanna play.

You look tired, doctor.

I'll fix you a drink.

That would be so nice.

It's been one of those days.

Hey, honey, it's tough work

being a saint.

Sal, can you get it?

Something smells good.

Hey, Dad. Come and play with us.

Later.

Your mother's calling from her car.

I'm not here.

Okay, Lila. She's coming over.

Why didn't you tell her we were

under quarantine?

She said she had to see you.

Dad, they won't share.

Work it out, girls. Work it out.

She said it was urgent.

She was crying.

I can't remember a day

when Lila wasn't crying.

Be nice to her, Tom.

I hate my mother, Sally.

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