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My name is Thomas Vail, or at least it
was.

I'm a photographer.

I had it all.

A wife, Allison, friends, a career.

And in one moment, it was all taken
away.

All because of a single photograph.

I have it.

They want it. And they will do anything
to get the negative.

I'm keeping this diary as proof that
these events are real.

I know they are.

Have to be.

I've been wandering for six months
without any connection to the life I

had. I spent the first 12 years of that
life in Morrisville, Missouri.

And I've come back hoping to reestablish
some kind of bond.

Searching for something familiar.

Something to reassure me that at least
my memories are real.

What is your problem, Spazzo? Who the
hell slides into first?

You did great, buddy. I screwed up.
Well, you made a mistake, but the hit

solid. You just got to remember never to
slide into first. You got that?

Yeah. Okay, come on, come on.

You got a game to play.

Show them what you got. Get a hit.

Sooner or later, one of us is going to
have to say something.

You, uh... You look, um... different.

It's been 20 years. I suppose I could
say the same about you.

It's not just that.

I guess I'm just surprised, that's all.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean what am I doing here? I
live here.

Is that so hard for you to believe?

I tried to look for you. Don't you think
this is one of the first places I would

have checked?

I tried for years. I finally gave you up
for dead.

I've changed my name.

I'm Jonathan Crane now.

Dad, Dad.

Billy's dad said that if you wanted, I
could get a ride home with him.

Yeah, yeah, that's good. Go ahead.

Just tell your mom I'll be home a little
later.

I'll see you later.

A lot of changes.

Why did you change your name?

I don't know if you knew this or not,
Tom, but after I left your mother, she

hired a private detective to try and
track me down.

She made things pretty unpleasant.

Well, I guess after 20 years of
marriage, she may have expected the man

shared her life with to have the decency
to talk to her.

And not just disappear without a word.

Is that your mother's pain and anguish
I'm hearing in your voice?

What did you expect?

Well, I'm not sure.

Maybe what I'm getting.

Or maybe a little understanding.

Maybe a fight and a chance to explain.
What I didn't expect was that you'd

me like a stranger.

Well, isn't that what you are?

This is how it's going to be, then? This
is the way it is.

Maybe we should just leave it the way it
was.

You go ahead and live your life.

And I'll live mine.

Is your life so full that, given the
opportunity, you can turn your back on

important part of it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, I'm sorry.

For everything that's gone before.

I know that doesn't amount to much, but
I am sorry.

Now, neither of us planned this.

But since it's happened, I mean, can't
we spend a little time trying to sort

things out?

Are you staying here in town?

No, I haven't made any plans. I'm just,
uh...

Doing a little traveling, taking some
time off.

Have dinner with us.

Call it a last favor from a father who
doesn't deserve it.

Something wrong?

Here's my address.

It's about a mile from here.

Come to dinner.

Six o 'clock?

Over the last 20 years, I've often
wondered how I'd feel if and when I

encountered my father.

Would I express anger and pain?

Or would I be enthralled, excited by the
opportunity to regain what was lost

years ago?

But my life now has become a nightmare I
could never have imagined.

As I looked at the man who claimed to be
my father, I now had to wonder, had

someone gotten to him?

Has he become a part of this?

Is he my father?

And if he isn't, who is he?

Tom, I'd like you to meet my wife, Beth.

Hi, Tom.

Hi.

Um, it's not much.

I had some warning.

If you had some warning, we would have
treated you like a guest instead of like

family. Please, sit down.

Beth, if it'll make you feel any better
after dinner, we'll open up the break

front and show off our fancies.

Just to show how elegant we can really
be.

Do you play ball?

Uh... I did, yeah.

What position?

Pitcher.

Cool.

Did Dad coach you, too?

No, we had a coach named, uh...

Mr. McGreevy.

Yeah, yeah, that's right, that's right.

Dad was, uh, too busy with other things
back then.

do you do, Tom, when you're not
traveling?

Beth, would you let the man take a
breather and maybe have a little dinner

before we give him the third degree?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Jonathan's spoken of you so often, but I
know so little about you.

We'll have plenty of time to catch up
after dinner.

Can we say grace?

Dear Lord, we're really thankful for
this very special day.

And Lord, we're also thankful for this
food we're about to receive.

Amen.

Everything all right?

Uh, were you in some kind of accident?

Accident? No, no. Why do you ask?

I just, uh, I noticed a scar.

They're behind your ear.

This is fine talk for the dinner table.

Jonathan's very sensitive about his
cosmetic surgery.

He thinks it's womanly in vain.

And, uh, private.

What's cosmetic surgery?

So why? Why, uh... Why would you do
that?

I just thought it would help if I... He
thought it would help me.

He couldn't accept the fact that I loved
his wrinkles as much as I loved him.

And how long ago did you have this done?
Can we drop this, please? About six

months ago, Tom. And he's been cranky
ever since he got back.

Beth! Well, it's true. You were a
different person before you had it done.

Happier, more carefree.

You see what I have to put up with
around here?

I'm sorry. It's fine. It happens all the
time. Sorry.

Sorry.

Tom, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. It was a little warm for
me coming down with something.

Would you care for one?

No.

Thanks.

You never smoked cigars?

It's a reasoned vice.

The doctor said if cigarettes didn't go,
I would.

Last I read in the newspapers, you were
living in Chicago.

Sounded like you were doing pretty well.

Yeah.

Yeah, things were going pretty well.

Were?

Yeah, I've been through some hard times.

Personal problems.

What about other things?

Did you ever get married?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did. Her name's Allison.

Allison.

From the sound of your voice, do I take
it that Allison is part of the hard

times?

You could say that, yeah.

Listen, you know, I'm not actually
feeling too well. Maybe I should just

goodbye to everybody.

But we have an extra room.

It's being remodeled, but we'd be very
happy for you to use it. You know, as I

glanced through the house, I didn't see
a single thing from the old days

when we were a family.

Well, you know, Tom, it's awkward, this
second marriage and all.

Yeah, but not a single artifact.

Not even a photograph.

A memento.

Probably have something stored around
someplace.

I'd like to see it.

I'll tell you what.

You spend the night.

Tomorrow we'll go looking for some of
it.

How does that sound?

Sounds like a deal.

Good.

Jonathan Crane said his plastic surgery
was for private, personal reasons.

I'd like to be able to believe that.

But I'm plagued by the idea that it
might be something else.

What if six months ago, Jonathan Crane,
my father, went in for his plastic

surgery and someone else came back?

How could a man walk away from an entire
life and not bring a single thing along

with him?

If Jonathan was telling the truth, if he
was my father, there had to be

something down here from that past.

Something to validate the life we once
shared.

Can I help you with something?

That's been collecting those things for
years.

I'm sorry. I'm...

Look, I can replace it. I'll just...
There'll be a store around somewhere I

can... There's no store.

You can't replace those.

What are you doing down here? You
mentioned yesterday that you had some

stored down here from the old days, and
I... So, you just thought you'd take a

look around?

Look, I apologize for being down here.
You have no idea how important it is for

me to find something that, uh...
Something... That what?

Something that connects us to the life
that we had.

I don't think I understand.

There's nothing in this entire house
that's even vaguely familiar to me.

Not even you.

Are you... You're not well. I'm feeling
fine.

I'm feeling fine. But how do you explain
this?

I mean, you really took nothing with you
when you left? Was it that easy?

Nothing that you'd collected over a
lifetime. Nothing irreplaceable there.

What do you want me to say?

I'll say it. What do you want me to say?

I think you've already said it.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. There is something.

There's a photograph.

It's in that trunk there.

Go ahead.

Open it up.

Oh, it's stuck.

Ow! Damn it.

You all right?

Man, is it sharp.

Man, that is bleeding badly.

I think I better take you to the doctor,
Tom. Oh, fine.

Don't argue with me.

Keep your hand like that for a minute.

So what is this place?

It's my doctor's office.

Why did you bring him here, Jonathan?

I told you we weren't ready yet.

I told you on the phone that this is a
special case. This is my son.

I know who he is.

You sure this will take care of
everything?

Who's the doctor here?

Okay. Okay.

What's that?

It's your tetanus shot.

Tetanus?

He said he cut himself on some rusty
metal.

Yeah, that's right, he did.

Relax, Tom. It's for your own good.

Get away from me with

that. Give me your hand here, Jonathan.

I said get away from me.

What are you doing? What is wrong with
you? Let him go, Tom. I want out of

What is wrong with you? He's trying to
help you. I don't need that kind of

I'm sorry, Hal.

It's okay.

There you go.

Unopened safety seal, stamped and
certified by the Surgeon General.

Okay, maybe I overreacted.

Hal's a very good friend of mine.

I should have let him give you that
tetanus.

Whose aspirin is going to do you no good
whatsoever?

It'll do.

Tell me about the photograph.

What photograph?

The photograph of you and me when I was
ten years old. Remember?

It was taken at the county fair, I
think, 1965.

Your mother took it.

You're sitting on a pony.

I'm standing next to you holding the
reins.

I think it was about the happiest time
the three of us ever spent together.

I want to see it.

I'll look for it the minute we get home.

You need to give that aspirin some time
to work.

And you need to get some rest.

If you need anything, we'll be
downstairs.

I just wanted to see how you were doing.

Oh, my.

You're burning up.

Like you when he was your age.

I'm still a young woman, Tom.

A young woman with an older man.

Ever since you came here... Don't.

I don't know what it is.

Figured it out in the end, wouldn't you?
The scars, the pretty wife, the perfect

house. Get out!

Who are you?

You ask too many questions, Mr. Vail.

You know there's no photograph.

You know I couldn't produce it.

You should have kept your mouth shut!

And you should have taken that
injection.

It would have been far less painful.

Where are the negatives?

We don't need you alive anymore, Mr.
Bale.

One last time!

Where...

Hey. They fight like this all the time
now.

It might have something to do with me
being here.

No.

It started last summer when Dad went
away, when his face changed.

I'll tell you what, sometimes adults
just need some time to work this kind of

thing out between themselves, you know?

You just have to remind yourself of
that.

Deal?

Deal.

Hey. You're looking almost human.

I'm feeling that way, too.

Sorry if you got involved in any of
that. You'd think I'd know better

by now.

You know, it would just be better if I
left.

For who?

Look, what happened there this morning
has nothing to do with you, Tom.

It's...

It's just been a difficult year.

What if... I mean, if you're feeling up
to it, we give the family a break

from the two of us and we take a drive
someplace.

Are you sure this is a good time?

I'm sure.

I'll just go and tell them our plans.

Meet you back here.

Tom, what's wrong?

Ever since you got here, I've had the
feeling you were, you were, well,

something was deeply troubling you.

Something that had nothing to do with
you or me.

Who was that man you were talking to the
other night outside the house?

A business associate.

Oh, you do a lot of business at 2 o
'clock in the morning?

What is this, an inquisition or a
conversation?

Well, why don't you tell me, Jonathan?

Why don't you try and tell me just
what's really going on here?

You can't bring yourself to call me dad,
can you?

You find that amusing?

I find that too much to ask.

I didn't call you dad when I was 17,
packing my bags to leave home. Why

start now?

Because I'm your father.

We had 17 years together.

How does my bad behavior erase
everything that came before?

Is that how it is with you, Tom? One
strike and you're out?

You know, I can forgive you for not
loving my mother.

We both know she was a difficult person
to love, but I can't forgive you for not

loving me.

20 years without a word, you said to
yourself, you saw my name in the

you followed my career. You know how
many times I tried to find you?

How many times I tried to convince
myself it was probably better if you

dead? I have never stopped loving you,
Tom.

Never for a moment have I stopped loving
you.

Jonathan was asking me for trust and
forgiveness.

And for too many reasons, I didn't feel
capable of either.

But maybe he was right.

Maybe the problem was mine and not his.

Maybe I needed to learn how to trust all
over again.

They sleep in beauty.

Gonna make me feel like Mike Tyson or
something, huh?

Mike Tyson doesn't use a crowbar.

So I take it that you

and Mr. Crane are connected somehow.

Is this the part where I'm supposed to
say, what are you talking about? He's my

father. He's just being a smartass.

Thinks he's going to confuse us.

I'm not sure we're on the same page
here, buddy.

Are you sure you know what's going down?

You want my negatives. Nice try.

You should have done a better job hiding
the scars.

This is getting nowhere fast.

Do him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. He's up here. Nobody
wants any violence.

They must be running out of operatives.
You guys are a bad joke.

Aside from the fact that I have no idea
what you're talking about, a deal is a

deal.

I'm going to have to refresh my memory.
I don't remember shaking on it.

This guy owes us, man. All we want is to
collect and go home.

This is about money.

Yeah, money. What the hell else is
there?

We have to talk.

I have something to do. I can't wait.

Yeah, I know.

I followed you last night.

This is none of your concern, Tom. How
much do you owe them?

Please.

Please, I have to go.

How much?

$10 ,000, but this is the last payment.

This is the end.

Why?

I took some money from my company a few
months ago.

I thought I had plenty of time to pay it
back. I was wrong.

I finally have a good life here, Tom.

I don't want to lose it.

I just... I just got it over my head.

You always did have the most judgmental
eyes.

All I can ever do in them is fail.

You want me to trust you.

You want me to believe you. It's not
that easy.

Tom.

Maybe, maybe it's not going to work.
Maybe it's better if you're not here

tonight when I get home.

We tried. We did our best.

But as always with us, it seems that our
best is not quite good enough.

It shouldn't end this way.

We had 20 years to make things right,
son.

We're still strangers.

You take care of yourself.

You're leaving?

Under the circumstances, it's for the
best.

Now, last night when you were out,
Jonathan searched this entire house

for that photograph.

Why is a photograph taken over 20 years
ago so important to you? Not the

photograph itself.

It's... It's what it represents.

Tom Jonathan loves you very much.

Sometimes I think he loves you more than
he does me or John Jr.

Why is that so hard for you to accept?

Things have been so much better since
you've been here.

But... I have no idea.

The change in Jonathan.

He's... He's finally starting to act
like the man he used to be before all

nonsense about money and meetings in the
middle of the night. How much do you

know?

One of these men called earlier today.

He said to meet at the usual place, that
they weren't going to ask again.

He's drained our bank accounts to every
penny we'd saved.

I don't understand. If there are
problems, we could work them out.

I think he was afraid of losing you.

I swear to God, you two have one thing
in common.

You're both so blind, you can't see the
love that's staring you in the face.

I promise you that. I'm not going to let
them do that.

You either brought the goodies or the
old man here gets

one right in the back.

Like I said, a deal is a deal. You
finish with us, we finish with you.

Where's the money, Jonathan? What'd you
do with it?

It's between those dumpsters there.

Give it to me.

I'm sorry, Tom. Bring it here now. Put
the gun away and let him go.

That ain't the way it works.

That's the way it works this time.

I called the police just before I left.
They're five minutes behind me.

He's bluffing.

Why take the chance, Morris?

Just do this my way.

Everybody wins.

Tom. Okay.

You get to keep the money or this makes
it over.

It's over.

A deal is a deal.

Let's get out of here.

Nice job.

Thanks.

Look, I'll buy you a drink and get
cleaned up.

I don't think that's such a great idea.

What's the matter?

Not now. You've got to trust me on this
one.

What?

Because of the life I now lead, even the
possibility of happiness is an

illusion.

If by chance Jonathan really is my
father, then it's best for everyone that

leave.

Better to risk my own sanity than the
lives of innocent people.

This has something to do with your
troubles, doesn't it, Tom?

You know, it's just, it's better for
everybody.

If I leave.

Why can't you talk about it? Why can't
you tell me? You helped me with my

problem. Let me help you with yours.

It's not that easy.

It's not easy because you make it hard.

Look, you have a family here.

You have a life. You don't need my
problems, too.

Tom, Tom, that's... That's what families
are.

For better and for worse.

Cab's here.

Will you come back?

If I can, yeah.

There's still a lot that we haven't
said, you know.

I know.

You still can't get rid of those walls,
can you?

Oh, maybe someday.

You got that extra room, Tom?

It's yours anytime you want it.

Oh, thanks.

Maybe when you come back, you can teach
me how to throw a curveball.

Okay.

So long.

See ya.

As I walked away from Jonathan and his
family, it reminded me of everything

I've left behind.

My wife, Allison, my friends, any sense
of safety or shelter.

But until I discovered just what's
happened to me and who's behind it, I

choice but to continue my search alone.

Johnny, why don't you get your gloves?

We'll pitch a few.