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Here we are, face to face, a pool of silver spoon.

Hoping to find we're two of a kind.

Making a call, making it grow. Together, we're going to find our

way.

Together, taking the time each day.

So learn all about those things you just can't buy.

Do the spoons together.

You and I together.

We're going to find our way.

You and I together.

We're going to find our way.

You and I together.

I'm nervous.

Yeah, me too. I'm afraid you won't like it.

Whatever it is, I know I'll love it.

The paper is lovely.

And the ribbon matches perfectly.

And the bow is so cute.

And I just love the way... Will you just open it?

It's porcelain, honey. It's an antique.

Oh, it must have cost a fortune.

Well, yeah.

But I wanted you to have something really terrific for your birthday.

Thank you.

But my birthday isn't until next week.

Hmm?

Next Thursday.

I know that. I know that.

It's a pre -birthday present. It's a...

I'll wait till you see your main birthday present.

Well,

I can't get over how beautiful it is.

Well, I think a beautiful woman should have beautiful things.

In fact, my dad buys chapstick by the case full.

Hi, son.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, what's that?

It's a present your father gave me for my birthday.

But, Dad, our birthday's not till next Thursday.

I know that.

How was the basketball game?

Massive slaughter.

Hey, all right! Way to go!

Dad, we were the slaughterees.

88 to 24.

Yeah, but for the first 30 seconds, it was anybody's game.

I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Toby Anders, my dad, and Kate

Summers. Hi. Hi. Nice to meet you.

You hurt yourself in the game?

Oh, no, I was warming the bench. This happened last week. It's a long story.

Toby was trying to say Brian Setzer. Yeah, see, Brian is a stray cat that

around in our neighborhood.

Why do you call him Brian Setzer?

Because Brian Setzer's in the stray cats.

The who?

No, the who's a different group.

Anyway, Toby saw Brian stuck up in a tree.

Yeah, see, he was meowing, and it looked like he couldn't get down. So I started

climbing up after him. But the higher I climbed, the higher he climbed.

So, finally, just as I got a hold of him, he screamed, the branch broke, and

down we went.

You're lucky all you got was a sprained arm. Yeah.

Are you right -handed?

I am now.

You know, stuff like this always happens to me. I'm a walking disaster area.

Yeah, you've heard of cast of thousands?

Well, Toby's had thousands of casts.

Why don't we get these two guys a couple of great big chocolate milkshakes? I

think that's a good idea. I'd like one myself. Yeah.

Toby, let's keep them pumped for new moves.

Hey, Rick. Rick.

Don't dribble the ball in the house, okay? But I need the practice, Dad. Not

the house. Okay, but first let me show you my patented amazing behind -the

pass.

Uh...

I told you not to dribble the ball in the house.

I'm sorry, Dad. It was an accident.

It was not an accident, son. You deliberately disobeyed me.

I'll pay you for it. You can take it out on my allowance. I ought to take it out

of your hide.

Calm down, Edward.

It's my fault, Mr. Stratton.

I'm the one who should be mad at it. I shouldn't have told him to throw me the

ball.

Well, what's done is done.

Rick, I want you to apologize to Kate.

I'm sorry, Kate.

It's okay, Ricky. It's just a piece of porcelain.

A stunning, magnificent piece of porcelain.

Anyway, it's the thought that counts, and my thought here is to shut up.

Well, why don't you two guys go up to your room, Rick, huh?

Meanwhile, I'll try to think of a proper punishment for this.

Punishment?

Dad, I told you I was sorry, and it really was an accident.

I can't help but to think that this would not have occurred if you'd given

her next Thursday when her birthday really is.

I'm out of here.

blue at that time.

Did you see the way he yelled at me?

Yeah, you really got off easy.

Easy?

Yeah. If it would have been my dad, he would have done a lot more than just

yell.

What would your dad have done?

Never mind.

Look at this.

A bullhorn.

Okay, baby face. Come on out. We got you surrounded.

Maybe you can talk some sense into him, Father Flanagan.

Toby, what were you saying?

Sid.

a thing before that about your dad?

If I tell you a secret, will you promise never to repeat it to another person,

living or dead?

I promise.

And if you tell, you're going to have to pull out all of your nose hairs, one by

one.

Okay.

It's just that when my dad gets mad, he gets a little physical.

You mean he hits you?

Sometimes.

But he does it for my own good. I'm a real screw -up.

Boo!

You're a great guy.

Who else would risk their life to save a cat?

I didn't do that.

You mean your dad missed you?

He told me to take out the trash.

I forgot.

So he hit you for that?

Look, it's like my dad said. He's got to be tough on me so I learn how to

behave.

Come on, let's have some fun.

Hello. How was the board meeting?

Well, it lived up to its name.

I was bored.

How are you feeling? Fine.

Any interesting mail?

No, just the usual.

Oh, we did get a catalog from Will's Clothing. They're having their 15th

going out of business sale.

Hi, guys.

Hi, son.

Look, can I ask you something?

Rick, for the last time, we're not putting a fireman's pole outside your

window.

That's not it.

Remember we saw that movie where the criminal went to confession and told the

priest he'd been murdering people, and the priest had to decide whether or not

to tell the police?

Oh, yeah, eventually Father Flanagan talked Babyface into giving himself up.

Well, that's the problem I have.

Okay, Rick, who'd you murder?

I'm sorry.

See, somebody told me a secret and made me promise not to tell it.

But I think I should.

Will something bad happen if you don't tell?

It might.

But you see, if I tell, I'll have to pull out all my nose hairs one by one.

Well, son, I think what you have here is a moral dilemma. You have to weigh the

consequences of keeping that secret against... considerable nose

hair pain.

It's a tough decision, but knowing you as I do, I'm sure you'll make the right

one.

Let's go.

Sit down. Come on. I still got to get my hat and coat and stuff.

We'll wait for you outside, okay? Come on.

What happened?

I'm such a dupe.

Yeah, I was showing off for my dad, right? We're walking down High Street,

we get this picket fence. So I start walking on it. But then I flipped.

Blammo. I'm kissing the sidewalk.

Toby, you didn't get those bruises from falling off a fence.

Sure I did.

No, you didn't. You didn't hurt your arm falling out of a tree either.

Now, why don't you tell them what really happened?

Rick, you promised.

I know I promised, but some things are more important than promises.

You've got to put an end to all this junkie going through.

Toby, these guys can help. They really can.

Your father hit you, didn't he?

Yeah, he hit me.

But look, I had it coming.

We got this brand new carpet.

I tracked mud all over it.

Toby, do you think you deserve to be hit for that?

Well, it's a real expensive carpet.

My dad warned me not to mess it up.

I'm going to have a talk with your father.

No, please don't.

Look, he said he was sorry. He even bought me that new sled.

Son, now that I know about this, I have to talk to your father.

But I don't want to get him in trouble.

We don't want you to get hurt anymore.

Yeah, who is it?

Larry Andrews.

Hi, Edward Stratton. Can I take your coat? Sure.

Well, this is quite a palace you got here.

I guess I missed the changing of the guard.

You know,

you were pretty mysterious on the phone.

You said there was something about my son.

What happened?

Did Toby screw up?

No, not at all. As a matter of fact, he's a terrific kid.

Right, he is.

Little guy means the world to me.

Especially since his mother died.

Larry, can I get you a drink? A cup of coffee, cola, a root beer, ginger ale?

I'll take a root beer.

What the heck? It's after five.

So, there's something about Toby?

Yeah.

He's been having a lot of accidents lately.

Yeah.

Kid.

He's at that awkward age, you know. The old coordination's all out of whack. You

must have noticed his bruises.

Yeah.

Well, I have to take most of the blame for that.

You do?

I never should have let him try a crazy stunt like that.

See, he wanted to walk along the top of a picket fence.

He was doing great at first until he hit this icy patch and... Larry?

Yeah?

Toby got the bruises from you. You hit him.

Are you accusing me of beating up my own son?

Look, I know there are reasons these things happen. Did Toby tell you I hit

I think we can discuss this. I'm not going to listen to this crap. Just sit

down, Larry, okay? Here's your drink. Forget it!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Larry, it's tough to be a father.

Every parent gets mad at their kids.

Just the other day, Rick was dribbling a basketball in the house and I told him

to stop.

And he went ahead anyway and ended up breaking something very valuable.

And I was furious.

I had the urge to hit him.

Did you?

No.

Look, Toby needs discipline.

It's for his own good. Larry, I believe in discipline, too. You don't

understand.

I work 60 hours a week just to keep a roof over my kid's head.

I come home bone tired. I look around and the dishes I asked Toby to do are

still sitting in the sink.

His bedroom, which he promised to clean, still looks like a pigsty.

So I ask him about it.

He looks up at me and he says, I forgot.

Well, it's not good enough to say I forgot.

It's a tough world out there. If all you've got is a bunch of lame excuses,

you'll never amount to a damn thing.

Instead of whimpering and whining, I should have shaked up. I should have

what I was told. But I didn't. It's no wonder my father was furious. It's no

wonder he hit me.

I mean, I hit Toby.

Your father hit you?

He loved me.

And I loved him.

And I hated him.

What I've been doing is wrong.

I promise you I will never hit Toby again.

You're right, Larry, you won't, because we're going to get you some help.

What?

What do you mean?

I'm on the board of Children's Hospitals.

We often work with an organization called Parents Anonymous. I don't need

I told you, I won't hit him anymore.

Haven't you told yourself that before?

Yeah.

But I'm not going to a place full of freaks and weirdos. It's not like that,

Larry. These people are just like you. They have the same problem.

Why is it happening to me?

You're supposed to know how to be a good parent.

Who made that rule up?

Nobody's born the perfect parent. I sometimes feel like by the time I learn

I need to know about being a father, I'll be a grandfather.

And I'll have to learn that.

Just let me think about this.

Parents' anonymous thing.

There's a meeting tonight.

We can have dinner, we'll go over there together, and I'll be with you the whole

time.

What if I say no?

Well, then our only other choice is to call in the police.

And you'll be charged with child abuse.

And Toby will go to a foster home.

He's my son. I don't think there's a court in the country that would take him

away from me.

You could be right.

I remember last year there was a kid came into the hospital. He was pretty

banged up.

And the doctors found out that his father had been beating him.

They reported it, and the case went to court, and the father swore up and down

that he would never do that again.

So the judge gave him the benefit of the doubt.

And then a month later...

He lost control and hit his son again.

Found himself right back in court.

Only this time, he was on trial for murder.

That was such a blast.

What about that jump we did?

She did that good.

She got about this high. Yeah.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, son.

The sled's terrific.

Yeah, we went down Tugman's Hill close to 300 miles an hour.

Yeah, we whipped around the corner and almost hit Mrs. O 'Reilly.

She's seven years old, but I bet she can make the Olympic high jumping team.

Kate. Kate Summers.

Mary Anders.

Hello.

Son.

Sit down here for a minute.

We're going to have to split up for a while.

Why?

Because... I have a problem.

I think it's about time I did something about it.

While I'm doing that, I want you to stay with Aunt Florence for a while.

Dad, everything in our house has a doily on it.

I know.

But she'll take care of you while I work on my problem.

I want to be a better father.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

I gotta go.

Ricky's dad and I are going to a meeting.

See you guys later, huh?

Dad!

I'll walk you out to the car.

Together, we're going to find our way.

Together, taking the time each day to

learn all about those things you just can't find too soon.