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I'll
get it cleaned up later.

Mmm. Yeah, I think we could...

Really? How would that work? I'm
thinking about a sponge bath.

Or something like that.

Ernie, come in.

Ernie, where the hell are you?

Uh, this is Ernie.

Where were you?

I was... I was
checking doors, Phil.

The alarm's going off
at the hardware store.

You wanna go down there
and see what it is?

Shit.

You on your way?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Call me when you get there.

Um... I'll be back
as quick as I can.

Uh...

I'm getting sleepy.

Um... Call me.

Let it ring once and if I don't
pick it up, uh, I fell asleep.

Don't fall asleep.

All right?

He smashed a window at Kendall's

and turned the electric fan
around so it'd blow in his face.

Did you do that?

Bring him in, Ern.

You want to answer
my question, Robin?

You want to read me my rights?

Sure. Sure. You have the right
to seek medical attention

after I clean up the station house
with your sorry little ass.

Be my guest.

Was that an invitation?

It's whatever you want it to be.

Are you inviting me
to kick your ass?

Well, figure it out. You
want me to kick your ass?

Come on, answer the question.

Get me a lawyer.
Yes.

You got smart,
didn't you, Robin?

You know all about
lawyers and rights,

and you still think busting a
store window means something.

Busting a store window
don't make you sexy anymore.

Nobody cares.

Gotta be a long time
since you impressed anybody.

Hey, you know, Ernie?
Maybe we oughta...

Maybe we oughta cage him, right,

and haul him around
to high schools

so that all the punks can see what
the future holds for shits like him.

What do you think?
Look at this.

Look at that finger. See
how withered up that is?

Yeah, just a little bit.
That's from lack of exercise.

'Cause it's been four years since you've
had a teacher to flip it at, right?

So...
Shall we call your mom?

I better see about boarding up
that window down at Kendall's.

How many times has she been down
here over the years do you think?

God, it used to be the only way I could
tell who she was running around with

is when she'd come down
here to bail you out.

Good night, Ernie.

If I thought you were a serious
problem, I'd wake up the judge,

but he'd have my ass
if I told him it was you.

He'll see you on Monday. Are
you formally charging me?

I don't know.
What do you think?

Well... I think you're looking
at a lawsuit if you don't.

What did Danny ever see in you?

You wanna go?

Oh, come on, man,
we can make it.

No, we can't.

If you can't make it there,
you're stuck here forever.

All right, let's go home.

Oh, fuck it. I'm gonna do it.
Danny, you're drunk.

You're afraid I'll make it. No, I don't
give a shit if you make it or you don't.

But you're not gonna,
so let's just go home.

Okay?
No! Fuck you!

Is it 'cause you've got a
girl, some classy bitch?

You think
you got it made, right?

It's nothing, man. It's a fucking stroke.
That's all it is.

The only thing that means anything is
getting the fuck outta here! That's it.

It's the only fucking thing, man.
Okay.

Okay.
Tomorrow we'll get out.

You're for shit, man.
You'll be here forever.

All right, Danny, come on. Come on.
Come on. Get your fucking hands off me.

Stop fucking around!
Come on!

Danny!

Quinn?

Sergeant Quinn?

Quinn?

Quinn!

Yeah?

I'm entitled to make a phone call.
Who do you wanna call? A friend.

You have friends?
I want to get bailed out.

I didn't charge you
with anything.

How you gonna get bailed out?

I broke a window.
I didn't kill anybody.

Not this time.

All right. Are you gonna
let me make the call or not?

Do you enjoy being a prick?

'Cause you're real good at it.

I rise to the occasion.

Are you gonna listen?

Shit.

Yeah?

Hi, it's me.
Robin?

Yeah. I'm sorry to wake you, but
can you help me out? I'm in jail.

Why are you in jail?

It's a long story.

Robin...

I'm leaving early
in the morning.

Do you know what time it is?
Yeah, I know.

I know you're leaving in the morning,
but I need you to help me out.

Can you come down or not?

No.

Okay, thanks a lot, Lise.
I appreciate it.

Struck out, huh?

Is that what it sounded like?

Mmm-hmm. Girl?

Could I go back
to prison, please?

Well, it wasn't your mom.

Is this important to you?

Ernie, come in.

Son of a three-legged,
shit-eating...

Son of a mother's bastard bitch.

This is Ernie.

Ernie, the alarm's going off
in the coffee shop.

You better get over there
and check it out.

I'm on my way.

I'm going crazy.

Lonely?

Phil?

Yeah, Ernie?
Shotgun blast.

What?
I swear to God.

I looked around. The entire
storefront is peppered in buckshot.

I'm coming down there.
What about Robin?

You come back and watch him.

Over.

Oh, hey.
You going somewhere?

None of your damn business. I don't
think you ought to leave me here alone.

I might escape.

What do you think I am?

The prettiest girl in town.

Jailer!

Shit.
What the hell is that?

Jailer?

It's our inmate.
Hang on a second.

Jailer.

What do you want?
There's no toilet paper.

You're bothering me for toilet paper?
I can't get it myself.

Hey, Ernie.

What are you doing in there?

You never mind
what I'm doing in there.

Wh... Why are the lights off?
Shut up.

There's TP in that cell.

What is going on?

I, uh... I have to get
some toilet paper.

What?

Uh, for the prisoner.

Oh, be right back.

Don't let that fire go out.

Mmm.

Did you do this?

Why would I do that?
You did it.

I just don't know
how you did it.

Oh, well,
maybe I picked the lock.

Uh... Donna?

Donna?

Donna Tilmon?

You're banging Donna Tilmon?

The only thing
I'm banging is your head.

Donna.

God!

Hey, I got an idea.

Try your other arm.
Maybe it's longer.

I owe your ass a whipping,
pecker-head.

Don't you forget it.

Hey, Ernie,

why don't you try
using your belt?

Freeze!

Hi, Phil.

What are you doing?

Uh, originally, um,

I came in here for toilet paper.

Don't bullshit me, Ernie.
Uh, no, it's the truth.

Fleming needed
some toilet paper,

so I came in here to get some,

and while I was here, the cell door
closed on me and the key fell out.

You been drinking?
No.

Ernie!
Well, a couple sips.

Not enough to make a difference
between a tit and a tire iron.

Just ask Fleming.
He was right there.

What happened here?

Oh, I don't know.
I was sleeping.

You lying son of a bitch.

What were the lights doing out?

Hmm?
We heard a noise,

and we thought that it might be

whoever it was who blew out
the coffee shop window

came to blow out
the police station windows.

You stay out of this.

That's what it was.

How did he know about it?
He told me.

He told you about
the coffee shop window?

Yeah, he told me everything.

Ernie.

Aren't you forgetting something?

What?

The Charmin.

Use your shirt.

You, uh... You know
anything about this window?

Should I?

Well, you're more or less our
expert on the subject, aren't you?

At least for tonight.
I'd love to help you out.

Was Ernie
being straight with me?

Since when do I work
for the police department?

I asked you a question.

And I gave you no answer.

Truth has a way
of catching up with an event.

Mmm, you've been reading your
famous quotes book, huh, Phil?

Sorry. Officer Phil.

By the way, is Phil short for philosopher,
philanderer, or philodendron?

You like big words, huh?

I like anything
you're unfamiliar with.

How come you never went to
college, you're so damn smart?

Too damn expensive.
That's bullshit.

There's all kinds
of loans and assistance.

And even without that, state
tuition is nothing to make.

So what's your excuse?

I'm not as
smart as you, Robin.

Then what explanation is there for
your apparent superiority over me?

Well, a man can be smart and still not
have the sense God gave a doorknob.

I would submit that you didn't go
to college because you're scared.

Okay.

Before you submit that, Phil, first
consider that I didn't finish high school.

Now, for some goldarn reason every
single college I applied to rejected me

on that one pissy
little technicality.

Can you imagine that?
You're full of shit.

You know that?

You're gonna die
the world's oldest toddler.

How come you haven't
given Bob Kendall a call?

Get back to my original point.

I know you had something to do
with that second busted window.

He's gonna be sore as hell if those farm
workers loot his stores in the morning.

Don't worry about it.

He's gonna nail your balls
over his garage as it is, huh?

Hey, it's not my fault
you busted his windows.

I'm not in
the prevention business.

How come you haven't
been down there?

You like asking questions,
don't you?

You don't like giving answers.

All right,
I'll answer it myself.

You didn't call him
because you're scared.

Why should I be scared
of Bob Kendall?

Bob Kendall snaps his fingers, and your
high-paying prestige career is over.

And then what are you gonna do?

Go into the city and become a
security guard at a shoe store?

Maybe you could be
a private dick in town

and sort out whose wife
is banging whose husband.

Bob Kendall owns you.

You know something?

Right now, I'm calling back on a
good 25 generations to muster enough

civilization to keep from coming in
there and splitting your head open.

Violence is the whore
of the powerless.

Keep it up.

Ernie, come in.

This is Ernie.

Forget about patrol tonight.
Park yourself in town.

Just park?

I believe
that's what I just said.

I don't want any more damn
busted windows.

I'm on my way.

Baby, I'm sorry.
It's been a strange night.

Listen, you little clod, I walked home
from the police station in my nightgown.

You wake me up with your siren.

I get dressed, come down,
and you're gone.

I couldn't help
that, but we're almost there.

Uh...

Are you up for a little walk?

I came out for a little loving,
not an aerobics workout.

It's just a couple more blocks.

Uh, wait right here.

I'll come back for you. Sit down
here on the curb and rest your feet.

Oh, God, you're crazy, and I'm
even crazier to go along with you.

Honey, I am
an officer of the law

trying to make love to a real
special lady while he's on duty.

Circumstances
will and have arisen.

So you're telling me
you went for a walk?

I went for a walk. Yes, sir.

I was feeling drowsy,
so, uh, I went for a walk.

And then you came back?
Just now.

To find your squad car stolen
and, and the window busted?

And you don't have any idea
how that might have happened?

Ernie, I put you out here
so this wouldn't happen.

Or if it was gonna happen,
you'd be here to see it.

You know, if I've done wrong,

I'm sorry.

"If"?

There is no "if"!

Your squad car got stolen.

Another window got busted!

I'm gonna deal with you later.

Right now we gotta get
back to the station house.

Where's your car?

I don't have my car.

I got locked out of the station.

Yeah, hey, Ed. This is
Ernie down at the station.

I'm sorry to bother you again. We've got
another couple broken windows to be fixed.

Yeah. No, I have no idea.
One of them's...

Can't do anything
but stare, huh?

You got me stumped, Robin. I
don't know how you're doing it.

Maybe that's because
I'm not doing it.

Come on. How are you
getting out of here?

I haven't gone anywhere.

You know what?

I'm gonna get a chair,
I'll pull it up right here,

and you and I are gonna
talk and talk and talk,

and my eyes are gonna stay
right on you.

And you know what's gonna happen?
I'm gonna die of boredom?

I hadn't thought of that.
Maybe.

But what's gonna happen
is nothing.

No windows are gonna break.

No squad cars
are gonna disappear.

Nothing.

Well, that's a hell
of a clever plan.

So what do you want
to talk about?

Prison reform.
Ah.

Nothing to say, huh?

Hey, who'd you call
on the phone earlier?

Sports hot line.
Got any cigarettes?

Hey, didn't you go out with the
Kendall girl back in high school?

Whatever happened to her?

She went away to college, didn't she?
As I recall, she was...

God, she was a very pretty girl.

You're barking up
the wrong tree, Phil.

Am I barking up a tree?
I didn't realize I was.

I didn't realize I was
barking up the wrong one.

Look, you know all about her.

I mean, if you want to get a rise
out of me, this isn't gonna do it.

I don't need to get
a rise out of you, Robin.

I just... I kind of thought maybe
the two of you were linked.

"Linked"?

Is that a cop word?

You know,
boyfriend-girlfriend.

You gonna sit up here
and yap all night?

Isn't there some other way
you can occupy your time?

I'm occupying my time fine.

So, tell me something.

What happens when
a load of trash like you

shows up at Kendall's house
to pick up his daughter?

Does he welcome you?

No.

Probably not.

You know what, I bet you never
picked her up at her house.

I bet you had to wait for her
around the block, didn't you?

When I was a kid,

there was this girl
like Kendall's daughter

in this little town in Ohio.

She was as pretty
as a constellation,

smart as shit and a bitch
like you don't know.

And she had this thing
against her old man, okay?

She'd just... She'd stomp his
heart any way she could.

Anyway, summer comes around
and the VFW puts on a fair.

Rides, games.

It's run by a carnival outfit, so all
these carny people come to town,

and they live in the park

in these shitty little
house trailers they got

while the fair is running.

And she picks the scuzziest

son of a bitch
that she can find.

A guy with a screaming eagle
tattooed on his arm,

and a patchy red beard
and greasy hair

and the whole fucking
nine yards of scum.

She teases the shit
out of the poor, dumb bastard.

He falls for it,

and she invites him home
for Sunday dinner.

Her father takes one look
at this...

This clown...

And he's in the can.

Local cops worked him over
something fierce,

and they sent him on his way.

And he didn't get it.

He didn't get it.

The last thing that he knew,
this pretty little girl

was flying around
on the tilt-o-whirl

with her skirt in her face,

flashing a pair
of red panties at him.

Something, isn't it?

That's a beautiful story, Phil.

Yeah. Yeah,
I thought you'd like that.

Since you could
maybe relate to it.

From what I know
of Bob Kendall, if he had...

If he had any idea his little
girl was coming in at night

with your paw prints all over her
butt, he'd have you down here.

We'd already have cleaned
your little clock.

I'm not responding.
Why are you talking?

You ever met her parents?
Yeah.

Bullshit.

You never met Bob Kendall.

Are you still seeing that girl?

All right, why don't we talk
about you for a minute?

Where'd you meet your wife again?
Livestock auction?

What'd she like about you? Well,
what's your wife like about you?

You get her drugs or...
Oh, yeah.

Yeah?
Fuck you, Quinn.

I mean, you're
not a bad-looking guy.

I've heard there are women that like
to mess around with inferior types.

It's kind of a power thing.

Movie stars
are always doing that.

You know, running around
with workmen, weight-lifters.

You think that might be it?

Holy cow.

You fell in love
with her, didn't you?

It's not about the money.

Now, see, some guys, I would have said
they were after that little car she had

or the house with the pool, family name,
connections, a job, something like that,

but, good Lord,

you just wanted her.

I'm getting a sore ear
listening to you, Phil.

Wow, Robin, come on.

I mean, you probably
could've gotten a car or some money.

I don't think you stand
a ghost of chance

of getting the girl to care
one little bit about you.

She's gotta wonder
every time she comes home

what the hell it was
she ever saw in you.

That's if she thinks
about you at all anymore.

'Cause time stopped for you
about four years ago.

You see this little cheerleader
who used to slip her top off

every time
you snap your fingers,

and, dang, that ain't
what she is anymore.

And you know, huh?

When's the last time
you touched this girl?

Oh, that is pathetic.

Now, come on.
Perverted old cop...

Come on. Questioning his
prisoners about their sex lives.

Why don't you knock off early, go into
town and get a piece of the real thing?

Years, right?
Been years.

Shut up.
Shut up.

No. No.

You gotta be a Yale man to
get up her skirt these days.

You know, if I wasn't in here,
I'd kick the piss out of you.

Violence is the whore
of the powerless.

It was nice talking to you.

This is your last chance.

What now?

Howdy, Ed.

What's going on, Phil?

Got me by the short
and curlies here.

Who's busting all the windows?
I wish I knew.

So you think Phil
busted the windows?

His wallet was in the office.

Why would Phil be busting windows?
To hang Robbie Fleming.

That's stupid.
No, he hates Robbie.

What's he gotta hate a kid for?

Well, you know, he thinks
Robbie killed his sister's kid.

There just wasn't anyone else
to blame it on. That's pitiful.

Yeah, well, Robbie really
is the trash of trash.

So, Phil is planning to hang
the busted windows on Robbie?

Well, I don't know.
That's my theory.

Listen, Ed,

we don't need to mention
this particular window, do we?

Not unless you don't pay me.

Oh.

Don't call me again, Phil.

I'm taking my blower
off the hook.

We've seen the last of it.

I hope so.

Quinn! Quinn!

Shit.

What the hell happened?
The bed caught on fire.

Why don't you take off?

Nothing stopping you.
I think we covered this.

Let me ask you a question.

Who's behind bars here?

I'm locked in a cell.

You're locked in a town.

The only difference is the square footage.
Oh, that's original.

Think about it.

I mean, right now, I'm without
options in here, right?

And you're without options
out there.

When Ernie comes back,
I'm out and you're back in.

'Cause you're a prisoner
no matter where you are...

'Cause you don't have
any choices.

You're just a punk in a bubble.

And you don't have the guts or the
drive or the vision to free yourself.

That's some deep shit, huh?
That's a river of it.

Let me just go in
and have a word with Phil.

I'm gonna fall asleep.
No, you'll be all right.

A couple of minutes,
we'll go down to the river.

No.

Phil?

In here, Ernie.

He's got the key, Ernie.
Get the key.

Come on, let me out of here. What
the hell's the matter with you?

Ernie, stick the key in the
door and open the door.

I'm taking over.

You're taking over what?

You're both under arrest.

Are you out of your head? I found this
in the real estate office window, Phil.

You're busting windows
to hang Robbie.

You're crazy.

You stop screwing around
and open this door.

I'm no friend of Robbie's, and I personally
don't give a damn what happens to him,

but it is wrong for an officer of the
law to go around busting windows.

I have not been
busting windows, Ernie.

What was your wallet doing
in the window then?

Listen, you open this door
right now...

Or you are off
the force, mister.

The chief is gonna throw you off the force.
Don't you give me any shit.

You're making a mistake of a lifetime
here, Ernie. This is solid proof, Phil.

I thought it over a good many
times before I came here.

This is your doing.
Ernie! Ernie!

Ernie!

Ernie! Hey!

Come on!

Weird night, huh?

Donna. Honey, let's go.

Baby. Honey,
wake up, wake up.

Donna, come on.
We're going inside.

It's show time, honey. Let's go.

Let's go inside.
I'll explain later.

Where are we going?
Go inside. Let's go.

Come on.
I'll tell you later.

Why?
I'm in charge.

That stupid...

Why would you want to frame me, Phil?
Why don't you shut up?

Bet you're sorry
you ever arrested me.

I'm sorry about a lot of things.

Hey, look, it's all right.
You'll get out in the morning.

Bob Kendall's an understanding man.
He'll side with you.

Look, I've got something
to lose here. You don't.

Yeah, you got this great job.

Why don't
you give it a rest?

It's not about the job,
it's about responsibility.

I got people that rely on me,
that I care about!

You wouldn't know about that 'cause
you don't give a shit about anybody!

I didn't kill your nephew, Phil.

You all think it was my
fault, but it wasn't.

He dragged me out of bed
to bring me to the river.

I spent the rest of the night
trying to take him home.

Bullshit!

How can you argue with me, Phil?
You weren't there.

You get off this subject. Why?

'Cause you're comfortable
with your conclusion?

You don't even want
to hear the truth?

You wouldn't know the truth if it
jumped up and bit you in the ass.

Danny had more problems
than me, Phil.

He was worse off than you
or anybody else knew.

That's a great
rock and roll lyric.

That doesn't help
his mother much, does it?

Blaming the bad element does...

Whether or not he had
anything to do with it?

I know you think I'm an animal,

and I don't care about anybody,

but I did care about Dan.

Maybe only 'cause he was a loser too, and
he wasn't getting out of town either.

But we were friends.
I didn't corrupt him.

He was corrupted by this place.

He was corrupted by the lack
of alternatives in his life.

That is a load of crap!

Why? Because he was a
hot little leaguer?

He was a sweet seven-year-old.
What went wrong, Phil?

What on Earth went wrong
with your sister's baby boy?

He just malfunctioned.

He looked around, and he couldn't
make any sense of what he saw.

Can you identify
with that at all?

I didn't have
a golden childhood either.

I had less than you. I had less than Danny.
I had a lot less.

You know what Dan was saying?

He was saying, "Look at me.
Look at how terrible I am.

"Look at what a problem I've become.
Look at what a waste I am.

"Look at how badly
I'm fucking myself up."

And everybody looks,
and then they look away.

So he gets badder and badder and
crazier and wilder, and then he dies.

And you stand there and reel
this stuff off so casual.

No, it's not casual.

I miss Dan too.

I'm not gonna
change your mind, Phil.

I don't think so.

Can you imagine how lousy you'd
feel if I'd died with Dan?

You should thank me for surviving.
Why is that?

Because if I'd died,
you'd have nobody to blame.

Ernie.

Ernie!
What?

Better get in here.

I'm busy.

It could be
your ass.

What is your problem?

I put Phil's wallet
in the window.

I've been in and out all night.

Busted all the windows. Stole the
squad car. Stole the wallet.

Um... Let me get the key.

Phil, you have no idea how
sorry I am about all this.

I had no idea that...
Shut up.

You did it this time, wiseass.

Phil, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry as all hell.

You actually thought I was running
around town busting windows, huh?

Well, look at the evidence.

You don't know me well enough to
think that might be a mistake?

Well, what if you found
my wallet in the window?

Get back on patrol.

I'm sorry.

You know, we, uh,
we need this rain.

It's been threatening too long.

You know, people get uncomfortable waiting
too long for something to happen.

What are you doing here, Lise?

Robin Fleming's here?
He is.

I want to post his bail.

No bail's been set.

Has he been charged?

Lise, he, uh...

He punched out windows in
three of your dad's stores.

Okay?

Now, I'm not calling the judge
in the middle of the night

and waking him up, and I'm not
calling your father either.

So, if you want to play
lawyer, that's fine,

but Robin Fleming's gonna stay
where he is until tomorrow.

Can I talk to Robin?

I don't think
that's a good idea.

This is ridiculous.

Miss Kendall...

If push comes to shove, my father
owns this town, and you work for him.

I regret having to mention that, but
you're holding someone without charges,

you haven't arranged
for bail to be set,

you're operating as a free
agent in a government office,

and, overall, acting like
an arrogant son of a bitch.

Excuse me.

At least,
keep the door...

Was this really necessary?

I wanted to see you.
You saw me yesterday.

I wanted to see you again.

I thought we said our farewells.

I can't talk to you like this.

Give me the keys to the cell.

I want the keys.

That's why they have bars,
so you can talk through them.

Then lock me in.

What are you in for?

Talk to me and tell me
what this is about.

I'm leaving tomorrow at 9:00, so you
have until about 7:00 to tell me.

What's that mean?

Doesn't mean anything.

Are you going crazy?
It's a possibility.

Did you ever think
about getting some help?

You're talking to me
like you never met me.

I'm not a college genius,
but you do know me

and you can talk to me
like you know me.

We do have a history.

Yeah, that's what it is,
Robin, history.

The past is prologue.
Really? Prologue to what?

You tell me.
No, I said my piece.

What, a kiss on the cheek?
A pleasant good-bye?

Oh, and you wished me luck.

And I meant it.
Luck with what?

How many times did you
sleep with me? Oh...

I was your first.

What's that worth?
You tell me.

Nothing.
No.

It's worth a good luck
after six years.

Six years?
Where do you get six years?

I get two years in high school.

You deny that we've been
together the last four years?

I saw you over the summers.

Do you know where I've been?
How could I forget?

I've been in school.
I've been in

relationships. I've been
in and out of love.

I've been satisfied.
I've been hurt.

My heart's been broken and
mended and then broken again.

I'm 22 years old.

I have a job waiting
for me in New York.

I have a man that
I'm interested in...

Who's also in New York.

I have all these things between you
and me and high school graduation.

You should feel kindly to me
that I'm even here right now.

You arrogant bitch.

I got that. I've been here.
I've been there.

I felt this. I felt that. And I'm
supposed to be a lucky fucker

that you took ten minutes out of
your dreams to come down here

and blow me off in person,
is that right? Yes.

I could have ignored you.

Oh, okay, so you're not an arrogant
bitch, you're a pompous bitch.

Being called a pompous bitch by a
pointless loser means nothing to me.

I think you're a loser.
Okay.

I've always thought you were a loser.
I think that's why I liked you.

Did you? I had problems
with my father.

You were the easiest, most efficient
way to tell him to fuck off.

Get it?

It just would have been so much easier
if you would have taken a hint.

Do you ever think about time?

It doesn't just stand still.

This is not the first day after our
first date. This is not high school.

There won't be another summer.
This is the end.

You used me.
Yeah. Yeah, I did.

I honestly thought that it
wouldn't make any difference

to a 21-year-old-man that a
girl in high school used him.

Oh, you have a moral statute
of limitations?

You can manipulate somebody, and
six years later it doesn't matter?

You're off the hook for your sins
if the dumb bastard figures it out?

Sins?

You had me inside-out, upside-down, and
any way you wanted, and I'm the sinner?

So at 16, you consciously
said to yourself,

"I hate my father,

"so I'm going to drive him
up a wall by sleeping with

trash"? None of this matters.
I don't owe you anything.

I'm crazy to even
be here right now.

None of this matters to you.
You're educated,

employed. You're loved.
You're wanted.

You're on your way
to a great and grand life.

It matters to me 'cause I'm none
of those things. That's your own

fault. I know. You know? Then
why don't you get off your ass?

Do something. Apply yourself.
That's easy to say.

Yeah... Maybe that's why
they say it so often.

What would you do if you were me?
I'm not you.

You could laugh.

It's not funny.

I'm always thinking
about you, Lise.

In the fall, in the winter,
in the spring...

I'm just sitting here waiting for
you to come back in the summer.

And you never disappointed me.

What were you waiting for?

For you.

I can't believe that.

I never gave you any clue
that was even a possibility.

Why did you do it to me? I
didn't do anything to you.

Why didn't you just leave me alone?

I am not the cause
of your problems, Robin.

You cannot hang this on me.
I won't buy it.

I'm not hanging anything on you.

Well, it was a good ride, Lise.

If I hadn't been from the
wrong side of the tracks,

would you have ever
looked at me?

Yes.
Really?

Of course. I never said
I wasn't attracted to you.

I never said I wouldn't
always be attracted to you.

Now, why am I not
flattered by that?

Not just the way that you look.

The way that you think
and the way that you feel.

But I'm not good enough.
You're good enough.

But not for you.

If I can't explain to myself why
I feel something for someone,

I can't have a relationship
with him.

Some people would say that if you
can't explain it, it must be love.

It's not.

How do you know?

Because it doesn't last.

If I walk out of here
right now, it'll go away.

And if I never see you again,
it won't come back.

If I made something of myself?
If I wasn't such a waste?

It wouldn't matter.

Come here.

Come sit by me.

Come on, just sit.

Remember the first time I
came to your house? No.

You told me to wait
behind the stables,

and you slipped out.

And you did it right under
your father's nose.

You lifted up your skirt,
and you sat on my lap,

and you watched your house.

It was so bad of you, so wrong.

I loved it.

'Cause when you did that...

You were no better than me.

We were equal.

It's gonna be light soon.

One more time.

In memory.

To say I'm sorry.

That's the most beautiful
face I've ever seen...

And I'll never forget it.

Quinn. What are you doing?
What are you doing?

What is your problem now?

Everything you said was true.

I have been standing still.

She's leaving.

Get out of my way.

What was all that about?

Want to close the door? You're
letting all the bugs in.

Why don't you go on home?

Her dad's got insurance.

Get on with your life.