:01:01
(melody continues)
:01:24
(water splashing gently)
:01:26
MAN:
Ain't got all day.
:01:28
BOY:
Dad, I can't.
:01:30
Ain't got all day, boy.
:01:31
(feet stumbling)
:01:34
(gasping)
:01:36
Come on, boy.
:01:38
Help...!
:01:40
(gasps)
:01:41
You can do it.
:01:44
Come on...
:01:45
let me see you
move your arms.
:01:47
Kick your legs.
:01:49
You can do it.
:01:54
(water bubbling)
:01:56
DAD (muffled):
Come on!
:01:59
You're not trying!
:02:02
Nobody's gonna make
it easy for you!
:02:05
It's up to you!
:02:06
QUOYLE:
I used to imagine
:02:08
that I'd been given
to the wrong family at birth
:02:12
and that somewhere
in the world
:02:16
my real people longed for me.
:02:20
From where my father stood
:02:22
my failure to dog-paddle
:02:24
was only the first
of many failures.
:02:27
Failure to speak clearly.
:02:29
Failure to sit up straight.
:02:31
Failure to make friends
every time we moved
:02:34
to another dreary upstate town.
:02:36
In me, my father recognized
a failed life--
:02:41
his own.
:02:44
When I got admitted
to the junior college
:02:47
my father figured
it was a clerical error.
:02:49
When I dropped out
a year later
:02:51
he wasn't surprised.
:02:52
Quoyle!
:02:53
Quoyle!
:02:56
Job not stimulating
enough for you?
:02:58
No. I mean, yes.