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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.