The Way Way Back

TRENT:
Duncan?

Duncan?

Duncan, are you sleeping?

DUNCAN:
No.

Let me ask you something.

On a scale of one to ten,

what do you think you are?

Duncan? I'm asking you

how you see yourself.

Scale of one to ten.

DUNCAN:
I don't know.

I can't hear you, bud.

You have to speak up.

I don't know.

What? What don't you know?

How you see yourself?

You don't have any opinion?

I'm just asking.

Pick any number,

scale of one to ten.

Just shout it out.

Say a number.

A six.

A what?

A six!

I think you're a three.

You know why

I think you're a three?

Do you know what would

make me say that?

No.

You don't know?

You have no idea?

No.

You've got to speak up, buddy.

No!

Since I've been

dating your mom,

I don't see you putting yourself out there,

bud.

Meeting kids your own age.

And from what

your mom tells me,

you just seem content

to hang around her apartment.

Is that a fair assessment?

You're just happy to not do anything?

Because, damn,

to me that is a three.

But, the good news

I'm here to tell you,

since there's going

to be plenty of kids

and plenty of

opportunities for you

to take advantage of at my

beach house this summer.

It's a big summer

for all of us, really.

You, your mom. Me, Steph.

One day,

we could become a family.

So, what do you say?

Let's try to get that score up. Huh?

Aim higher than a three?

That sound good?

You up for that, buddy?

(MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES)

It must be nice to be

full of good advice to say

It must be sweet,

but I'll call you if I need it

I'm doing all right for the

time Fine for the time being

I'll need professional help if

it does get any worse than this

I'll be out on the ledge if it

does get any worse than this

I'm doing all right for the

time Fine for the time being

(REVVING ENGINE)

You think you know me well

You think you know me well

But you don't know me at all

This is it.

Dad, could I get the keys?

(EXCLAIMING)

(WHISPERING)

Are you kidding me?

Thank God!

Another night of drinking alone

and I was going to kill myself!

Hey!

I'm off the wagon again.

Accept it and move on.

Oh, my God.

Press my laundry.

Oh, Trent.

How're you doing?

I'm good.

I like this.

I love your ride.

Does the eight track still work?

What this? This is exactly the

car my dad used to drive us in.

Old and crappy.

Do you have any idea how

much I've spent on this car?

This is cherry.

This is a cherry car.

A car salesman with bad taste.

Shocker.

Hi. I'm Betty.

Hi, Pam.

Trent's probably already

talked crap about me.

No.

He did, didn't he?

It's okay if he has.

What did he say?

I'm loving this.

Oh, thank you.

I couldn't pull it off.

My hair seems to hate me.

That's where you're supposed to say,

"Your hair's lovely."

Oh, it, is.

It is lovely.

Okay.

I like her.

What's not to like?

Get it where you can.

I'd be on my back after a line like that.

Susanna, Trent's here.

This is his new girlfriend,

Pam.

PAM:
Hi, Susanna.

Say, "Hi."

Hi.

Yeah, but don't come down.

Just stand there, brooding.

Oh!

You've brought me a man.

How thoughtful.

Hello, sailor.

Who is this in all

his awkward stage glory?

PAM:
This is my son, Duncan.

Everybody lends a hand.

Oh, my God.

I was going to name my youngest Duncan,

but my ex-husband thought

it was too nerdy.

So, we went with Peter.

Which, personally, I think is worse.

But, it suits my son, so...

Oh, don't worry,

you wear the name well.

Trent, where's Steph?

We've been here

all of two minutes,

so I suppose she's getting

ready for the beach.

Oh, my God. She's just like me.

Screw cancer.

I want to be an even golden brown.

Everywhere.

Everybody's back this year.

The Gales. The Hutchisons.

The Campbells,

sans Ben because of the trial.

Insider trading.

The Smythes. Oh, and the

Keegans, who I'm not talking to.

You can if you want to,

but just know that most of us aren't.

Okay.

So, do you think you will?

Pam?

Do I think I will, what?

Talk to the Keegans.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't even know them.

Do if you want to but just

know that I'm mad at them.

I don't even want

to get into why.

They called me

a See-You-Next-Tuesday.

To my face.

You're going to love it here!

Whoo!

I've only had one.

Yee-haw!

So, how was your winter?

Because our year

was a challenge.

My niece was raped in October.

Oh, my God!

I know.

Not even food courts are safe

Oh, and Bob,

that's my ex-husband.

Finally came out of

the closet. Not a shock.

Let's just say that, in bed,

his favorite view was

the back of my head.

My oldest, Charlie, is still into

the drugs and psychedelic music.

Drugs I get. But, come on,

Gary Garcia's dead! Get over it.

Gary?

Don't do drugs, Declan.

Duncan.

Oh, and Susanna. You saw her.

She's a walking mood.

She's going through

an "I hate my mother" phase.

Taking her father's side,

as usual.

Hi, Mrs. Thompson.

Oh, Steph,

don't you look so cute.

That's exactly

the kind of suit that

got me pregnant the first time.

That's what I'm hoping for.

Hey.

I'm kidding!

Oh, and Peter. Finally got his

surgery to fix his lazy eye.

Now, it's even worse.

I try to get him to

wear an eye patch,

so people don't feel awkward.

But, what are you gonna do?

I'm outta here.

Oh, why don't you

take Duncan with you?

Screw that. I told you I'm not

baby-sitting him all summer.

TRENT:
You're gonna take Duncan with you,

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