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(heart beating)

(grunting)

- [Michael] Jimmie!

Jimmie!

Jimmie!

Jimmie!

Jimmie, please!

(train horn blaring)

(police sirens)

(idle chatter)

- Aw shit!

(car honking)

Morning.

- 9 o'clock already?

Sorry.

- So how's school?

- School's good.

- You like your classes this year?

- Yeah.

- Hey, when does marching band start?

- Two weeks ago.

The first football game is this Friday.

- This Friday, huh?

- Mmmhm.

- You coming to the game?

- Yeah yeah, the game.

This Friday, sure.

I'll try to make it.

(dramatic cello music)

(students talking)

- [Ruth] All right everyone, settle down, settle down,

let's get started!

We're gonna continue what

we were talking about yesterday.

Do you remember when we were

discussing unresolved world issues?

(indistinct talking)

(xylophone music)

(trumpets and saxophones playing)

- [Howard] Okay, here we go.

Once again, one, two, three, and...

(offkey orchestral music)

Okay, you have to hold that note there,

not, those of you who said nah, we don't want that, okay?

I feel better today...

(cheering)

'Cause you guys gave me the blues yesterday.

- (unison) (mumble)!

(dramatic cello music)

- Good, that was really good.

- All right, excellent, cool.

- I'd add a little more vibrato in the first movement.

- Right.

- So you get more emotion into it

and try not to rush the second movement.

- The second, okay.

- Try to settle down with that.

Have you heard from Juilliard yet?

- No, no, not yet, they haven't

scheduled the audition yet,

but my mom's been calling them, so...

- Yeah.

- Wish me luck.

- Don't worry about it, you're good.

You'll be just fine.

- Okay, thank you.

- Very good.

(idle chatter)

(camera snaps)

- She'll never know.

(inaudible)

(dramatic music)

- [Michael] Daddy.

Daddy.

- Jimmie just came back here to finish school.

- [Voiceover] This is all you brought?

- Yes.

- [Voiceover] Where are his parents?

- [Voiceover] In Arizona.

- Jimmie, would you please remove your hat?

- Whatever.

- Jimmie.

- Please remove it.

Thank you.

We need something from the

previous school such as

a transcript or some records from there.

- We don't have any of that yet,

but you have a letter of permission

from our mom right here and he's

living with me, I'm of age as you can see, so...

- Why did you leave Arizona?

Was there a problem?

- Look lady, I'm here, sign me up.

- Jimmie.

We can get you the documentation...

Soon, I'm sure, from the other school.

- I was thinking and talking to Mr. Chung,

maybe we can get Ethan to conduct back field.

- Jimmie, would you like to take Band or PE?

- Huh?

- Would you like to take Band or PE?

- You mean I have a choice?

- Yes you do.

- So if I take Band I don't have to take PE?

- [Voiceover] That's right.

- Band.

- [Voiceover] Which instrument do you play?

- What?

- Which instrument do you play?

- Yeah, which instrument do you play?

- Cymbals.

(upbeat marching band music)

Cymbals!

- [Howard] All right, (mumble) work out?

You wanna try it again?

- Why don't we sit down.

- [Howard] Okay.

(cheering)

- Packs on three, one two three!

- (unison) Packs!

(students talking)

- One, two, one two, ready, go!

(uplifting marching band music)

(referee whistles)

- [Announcer] Three side fumble.

(drumming music)

- [Jimmie] It's the best one I got, man.

- [Voiceover] Best one?

25?

- [Jimmie] Yeah.

- [Voiceover] We'll see, let's go, guys.

- Still got that treehouse?

- Tree...

No, we moved out of that house.

- Yeah?

That was a pretty cool hideout.

(laughs) You sure were some kind of dork.

(television playing)

- She's never that calm when you're not here.

- She?

- Lucy.

Think I've driven her insane in this shack.

- Big surprise.

Hey, you remember that old tree house?

- Tree house?

- Yeah, at the old place when you and mom were still--

- Right.

- I built it.

- Wait, really?

I mean...

I never knew that, I don't remember much about it.

- Yeah, it was a long time ago.

What made you think of that?

- Just curious.

- I go to this school now.

- Oh yeah.

- I just came from Arizona.

- [Voiceover] Yeah, that's cool.

(idle chatter)

(laughing)

(camera snaps)

(machine whirring)

- Yeah, what are you talking about?

- I was just wondering!

- There is no way you woulda (mumble).

I don't know, maybe you let Ethan in,

there's no way I was letting Ethan

sneak into the girl section.

(doorbell rings)

- [Hal] Brian.

What are you--

- I need to talk to Cynthia for a minute.

- She's busy right now, is this your weekend?

- No no no, I just need to

talk to her for a moment.

- Brian, we're in the middle of

a dinner party, can this wait 'till tomorrow?

- No, Hal.

Look Hal, just ask her to come

to the door a minute, it's important.

- Wait here.

- What is it, Brian, you're making us--

- Jimmie's back.

- But how...

Why...

I've got guests, I gotta go.

(motor whirring)

(car revs)

(heavy metal music)

- Jimmie's world, huh?

What do we have here?

Wait, hold on a second.

(laughs) This is Guy's phone.

(coughing)

Come on, I'll show you something.

(clicking)

You and me?

Gonna become best friends.

- Jimmie.

(camera snaps)

- Ethan.

- Oh shit. (car engine running)

Shit shit shit.

(coughing)

- What the?

What the hell are you doing?!

(offkey marching band music)

(heavy metal music)

- Hey, want a ride, dork?

- Don't call me dork.

- Huh?

- Don't call me dork, I'm not a dork.

Seriously, in case you haven't noticed,

that term hasn't been in common

use since this millennium.

- All right.

- All right.

Ow.

- Just get your own hat.

(indistinct chatter)

- Everyone in the band...

- [Jimmie] (mumble) that broke ass iPod,

wants me to pay for it.

- What?

Dude, I ain't paying you shit.

(inaudible)

- We've been losing a lot of

time to take (mumble) because of that.

I think we could've done better, you know?

(students talking)

- Come on.

Stay here, don't let anybody come in, okay?

- What's this--

- Just stay here, just do it, okay?

I'll be right back.

(grunting)

Money!

Where is it, money!

Ethan, get in here!

- What the--

- [Jimmie] Grab his wallet out of his back pocket!

- No, dude.

- Come on, grab his wallet!

- No, I'm not, I gotta go, man.

- Ethan, I need you on this, grab it!

Come on, man.

- No!

- Come on!

- No!

- Ethan!

Get going, let's do this!

Come on, don't bail on me.

Come on.

- All right all right all right.

- [Jimmie] How much you have?

- I got 10, 20, 30 bucks.

- That's it?

- Yeah, that's it, man.

- Shit!

You got a five?

- What the--

- A five, you got a five, he only owes me 25!

Any day now.

- Yeah yeah yeah, right here.

- Put it in his wallet, put it in his wallet.

- Okay.

- Give it in my left hand.

- Yeah, all right.

- We're square now, okay?

Nice doing business with ya.

(rhythmic drumming)

(cheering)

(camera snaps)

- [Cynthia] Why did he come back?

- I don't know.

- Is he back here for good, have you talked to him?

- Why would I talk to him?

- Right, why would you do anything?

- Aw Jesus.

- You know what, I don't know if

I can handle him leaving here.

Just seeing him on the street coming

across on my own unexpected.

I don't know what I'll do.

Just even him in the same zip code.

It's a small town.

You know what it's like, Brian.

- He was just a kid, Cynthia.

- "just a kid."

Is that what you came here to tell me?

- No.

I came here to tell you that

Ethan's been hanging around with him.

- Ethan's been what?

- He's been hanging around with Jimmie.

- What are you talking about,

why would Ethan be hanging out--

- Look, I've been watching.

Not just hanging out, it's no big deal.

- Wait a minute!

You're telling me that Ethan is

hanging out with Jimmie

and that's no big deal?

What's wrong with you?

Don't you remember anything?

I remember everything!

- What do you mean you've been watching them?!

- What?

- You said you've been watching

them, what does that mean?

- I've been, you know,

I've been seeing them around!

- What are you doing, Brian?!

- Nothing!

- God, can you honest with me just--

- Cynthia, I didn't come here for an argument!

- You're glad he's back!

You like him, you actually like him!

That kid is poison!

- [Brian] Go to hell!

- [Cynthia] He's hanging out with Ethan

and you think that's just fine just like--

- [Brian] No!

- [Cynthia] God, you haven't changed a bit, Brian!

(door slams)

(dramatic cello music)

(knocking)

- [Brian] Hey Bill.

- [Bill] Hey Brian.

- What are you doing here?

(loud chewing)

(soft orchestral music)

- [Howard] (mumble).

Off.

- [Ruth] Oh my God!

- Oh God, I fell off a tree.

- I'm calling security.

I am calling security.

Security!

- No no, please, this isn't what, no...

- [Howard] One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four!

- Daga daga daga daga, daga daga daga!

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah!

(marching drum music)

- Suspenders?

- Hey, come on.

- There, we're good, see look,

fits, boom boom boom, done.

- Come on, man.

- Touch my hair once again.

I'll tame a tiger in this badass thing.

- Take off the jacket.

- Is the same again, no, this is short,

man, look what you did!

What am I, a midget?

All right, good, look.

(rhythmic drumming)

- Go!

Go!

Go!

(playful roaring)

- [Jonathan] I haven't been on this in a long time!

- I think you should try it.

- [Jimmie] What?

- The rope, man.

- I'm not going on the rope.

- Not going?

- [Jonathan] He's going.

- Yeah, you're going, man.

- You being chicken now?

- [Ethan] Yeah, I think you're being chicken.

(chicken noises)

- Give me that rope.

- [Ethan] Big man on the rope.

- [Jonathan] Finally taking it, eh?

- [Ethan] All right, all right, let's see what he's got.

- (unison) Ooooh!

(clapping)

- [Ethan] There we go.

- [Jonathan] What was that, man?

- [Ethan] You're right, should've

left that up to the pros.

- [Jonathan] I don't know.

- Pros, huh?

- [Ethan] Yeah, pros. - [Jonathan] Yeah.

Here he goes, here he goes.

Big boss Jimmie.

- Come on, gravity, do something...

Something extraordinary. - Aw fuck!

- [Jimmie] Give me a little...

- Are you serious? - Ready ready ready,

here we go, here we go!

(laughing)

- One more time.

- You guys (mumble) yet.

(camera snaps)

- Look, I thought we'd find her here,

excuse me, Ms. Nelson, you have a visitor.

This is Mr. Hinkle, he's Ethan's dad.

- Oh yes, of course, come on in.

- Good, okay, great. - Thank you.

Hi, Ms. Nelson.

Yes, it's me.

- I should be calling the police on you right now.

- No, please let me explain.

- Explain what, explain you're

on campus in a tree with a

camera, you were up in it,

what were you doing in a tree?

- I was taking pictures of Ethan.

- In a tree?

- He didn't know I was taking them.

- Are you spying on your son?

- Spying?

No, he's been hanging around with this kid.

Would you look at some photos?

Do you know this boy?

Please.

- No, I don't know him.

- You sure?

I mean he's new at this school.

- No, I've never seen him.

- Thanks for taking the time.

- Is this somebody I should know,

somebody, who is this boy?

- A long time ago he was best friends with him.

He's a kid from the neighborhood.

- If you're worried about Ethan,

Mr. Hinkle, I can assure you that

he is an exceptional student,

I mean he is a joy to have in class,

he's so open and so bright--

- Open?

- Yes, open.

- That's not how I would describe him.

I guess we don't talk very much.

- Well he is a teenager.

- No, it's more than that.

- Why don't you try just talking to him

instead of all of this...

- Spying?

(dramatic marching band music)

- [Jonathan] I thought it was really nice, I loved it.

Hey Ethan, isn't that your dad?

- [Ethan] What, in the stand?

- [Jonathan] Yeah, right there.

- Yeah.

- Hi!

We should go.

- You know, you guys were really good last night.

- Thanks.

- I mean you were playing

pretty complicated stuff.

And marching around like that at the same time?

- It's why they call it a marching band, dad.

- I was in a band in high school.

- You?

- Rock band.

Played the drums.

We mostly played school dances,

they didn't use DJs back then.

We sure didn't march around like you guys.

Some nights we had a hard time

just staying on stage.

- You played drums?

- Yes, I played drums.

- With sticks?

- Yes Ethan, with sticks.

There was this one time...

(laughs) So our lead singer liked to

strut around the stage and

swing the mic over his head like Roger Daltrey.

The Who?

This time one he's swinging it over his head

and bam, he clocks the bass player

in the head, knocks him out cold.

He's out for 10 minutes.

- 10...

Was he okay?

- Yeah yeah, he was fine.

He was really embarrassed.

- Yes (mumble).

Well there's another game this Saturday.

If you wanna come.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'd really like that.

- Good morning, Carla.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

- Oh no, that's okay, you didn't startle me.

Thanks for the flower.

- Oh yeah.

So...

How was your day?

- How was my day?

Molded a few minds, usual stuff.

Fall out of any trees recently?

- No, one was enough.

(bell rings)

- Oh, one sec.

Thanks you guys, all right, tests

up here on the counter please, all right.

Great job, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay, come on in.

You can help me grade these.

- I don't usually do this.

Actually, I've never done this.

At least not for about 10 years.

Will you have dinner with me?

- You've never done this?

- Well a date, you know.

Not since Ethan's mom and I divorced.

To be honest, I don't really remember much...

About what I did before Cynthia.

I'm clearly out of practice.

(chuckles)

- Well thank you, but...

Yeah, I really don't think so.

- Well...

My first attempt in 10 years and I get shot down.

- Oh no, Brian, I mean you're

a really nice guy, and you know what,

you're interesting in a...

In a strange kind of way.

But I just, I don't know, I make it

a policy not to date the parents of my kids.

Anyway, we just met and we

met under bizarre circumstances.

- Yeah, I know, I know.

I'll tell you what.

I promise I'll stop snooping around campus

if you let me make you dinner.

- Wow, what a bargain.

- Just once.

It's not a date, okay?

I swear.

(laughs)

I make a killer pasta.

- Ethan.

Ethan!

Ethan!

(whispers) Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

- (inaudible)

- Grab your stuff and let's go.

(mumble) let's go.

- [Brian] She wants you to throw the ball!

- (laughs) Yeah, um...

Can't really get it out of her mouth.

- [Brian] She likes to wrestle.

(growling)

- You win.

- [Brian] I used to think I was an artist.

- Who's Michael?

- What?

- "For Michael, once and future punk."

- Kid I knew.

A long time ago.

Salud.

- Salud.

So weddings.

- (laughs) Well the money's good.

- Yeah.

- Don't have to work much,

I don't really have to think about it.

- But don't the pictures have to be good?

- Oh sure, yeah, but it's all just a formula.

Like those cardboard figures, you know?

Football players.

Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Oh.

- Wow.

- Batman and Robin.

- Ooooh, right!

- That was me and my dad at Coney Island.

- That's you?

- Yeah.

- Oh my God.

- Just put your face in and take a picture.

Same facade, different faces.

- Wow.

- Most of them will...

Break up within five years anyway.

- Whoa, that's pretty cynical.

- You haven't seen the weddings I've seen.

- Mmmhm.

- Have you had one yourself?

- (laughs) No.

Well, almost, but I didn't really...

I didn't really make it to the alter.

- Ah, lucky you.

- Oh yeah?

Why, did you make it past five years?

- Barely.

- What happened?

- I was a real shit.

(engine revving)

- Hey, 10 minutes, it's all I need.

(police radio chatter)

- [Ethan] You gotta be shitting...

- Lucy!

(whistles) Here girl!

- I'll keep an eye out for her!

- Hey, thanks.

- [Brian] Be out in a sec!

- [Jimmie] Boo! (gasps)

- You scared me, jerk.

- Come on, man, move over.

(car revs) - Shit.

- You did good, man.

- [Ethan] Yeah, thanks.

- You could stay.

- You are forgetting my policy.

Besides...

I've never done this before either.

- (mumble).

- I'll see you around.

- Wait.

When?

- What are you doing Saturday?

- [Crowd] Defense!

Defense!

(cheering)

- [Voiceover] I-16!

- Bingo is large fundraising that

we do here at South Pass, it is

the best way to raise money,

in my opinion, towards the

school and for the kids.

- [Voiceover] B-4!

- Bingo!

- [Voiceover] We have bingo called on B-4!

- This one says win $5.

Pretty much your customers are gonna be

honest with you, so there's not a problem with that.

(dramatic cello music)

- How come I'm doing all the running

around, this is your floor.

I'm free to do (mumble).

- I gotta count the (mumble).

(laughing)

Oh my God, put me down, you're crazy!

Ethan...

You know what, maybe we should...

I have to get up early tomorrow anyway.

- No don't, please.

- You should really go and talk to Ethan, Brian.

- He's not gonna talk to me.

- I'll see you later.

Okay, so everyone, I wanna

try and illustrate this in a different way now,

so we've got up here on the board

the total number of U.S. and Soviet

nuclear warheads in existence starting

in 1946, ending in 1988.

I'm gonna try and do a human graphic, all right,

so who wants to come up and start the graph?

Anyone?

Jonathan, yes, come on up.

Come on up and stand right in front of 1970 for me.

Perfect, so I need three volunteers.

Great, thank you very much Claude, good.

Ethan, you wanna go up and

help me out with the human graph?

No?

- I'll pass.

- Okay, anyone, awesome (mumble)

(bell ringing) Oh, okay, great,

all right you guys, thanks for your help,

listen, tomorrow we've got a test,

what do we have it on, anyone?

Anyone remember?

- (unison) The Cold War.

- Cold War, that's right, thank you,

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Ethan!

Ethan, I actually pulled some

web pages on your topics for your project,

how's your project going?

- Project's all right.

Hold on there.

- You can just show me later.

- Hey Ethan, your father and I are just friends!

Is there any way that you could

help me make this a little less awkward?

- You can be friends with whoever you want.

- Whomever.

- Can I go?

- Ethan, listen, your father loves you.

- What's that suppose to mean?

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't--

- No no no, don't be sorry,

I mean what's it supposed to mean?

I wanna know.

You wanna tell me about

my life, be my guest.

- Yes, Ethan, listen, your father is not perfect

and God knows he's been through

a lot and so have you.

- Don't we know that, but seriously,

aren't there rules against this sort of thing?

- Rules?

- Yeah, rules against dating parents

and messing with kids' lives.

- I'm not messing with your life, Ethan.

- What do you see in him anyway?

I gotta go.

- Ethan!

- [Brian] Ethan!

- I'm hungry, man.

- Very hungry now.

- Get some Manhattan.

Just look at all that bacon.

(laughs) What?

- Anyways, I think it's...

Where you going?

- What?

- I know I fucked up, Ethan.

- Hey.

- Hey, what's up?

- This came in the mail today.

It's from Julliard, sweetie.

Open it.

- This is it.

"Your audition is scheduled for November 12th,"

that's this Friday.

- Yeah, you're gonna do great, sweetie.

- Dad's weekend.

- This is so exciting, isn't it?

Let's celebrate, hot fudge sundaes on me.

- I should probably go practice, so...

- Oh, right right, of course, what was I thinking?

Ethan.

- Yes, mom?

- Is there something you wanna tell me?

- No?

- Okay.

- All right.

- Local boy killed in freak train accident.

A tragic accident took the life of

10 year old Michael Hinkle today

as he was struck by a train

and killed instantly on the tracks

just South of downtown South Pass.

Police on the scene speculate that

the boy and a friend were playing

on the tracks when Michael's shoe

got caught in the tie as a train approached

unable to stop in time.

(mumble) an unidentified friend

apparently fled the scene

and was being sought by police.

Boy cleared in friend's death.

(knocking)

- [Jimmie] Yo!

Whoa, cool, I haven't seen this in years.

This is right before camp.

Man, your brother was funny.

He told a joke so hard, the kid next

to me started peeing himself.

(laughing) Aw shit.

I couldn't believe it.

Jesus.

The hell did you bring these here for?

- I want to know what happened.

- What happened, it's all right here, Sherlock.

You know what happened.

Did your detective work just fine.

- But you gotta know more,

I mean there's stuff like...

Did he see the train coming?

Did you see it, did...

Stuff like that, did he scream, did he cry, did he--

- How the hell should I know?

- Because you were there.

- Yeah, I was there, so what?!

- So then you know!

- What?!

What do I know?

- Anything!

Right, you were there during

the last couple seconds, minutes, five minutes.

Right before the...

You have to know.

- No I don't!

I ran, didn't you read your own damn research?

- No you didn't.

You didn't run, that's bullshit, Jimmie!

Come on, you tried to help him, right?

Right?!

You guys were best friends.

You tried to get him out of it.

Jimmie!

Tell me, man!

- Jesus, man, what the hell do you want,

it was 10 friggin' years ago!

- Eight years.

- I was just a stupid punk ass kid.

- So it's true?

- What's true?

- That you ran?

- Goddammit, I told you it was a long time ago!

- Jimmie the Gangster ran, huh?

Oh yeah, Mr. "I'm super badass."

"I ain't care about nobody" Jimmie Jones, right?

Mr. I ain't scared of nobody.

- I told you...

- You could've helped him.

- What?

- His damn shoe was caught!

What, you don't remember?

You could have freed him, but you ran!

I bet you he was screaming begging for your help.

- What is with you, we were just kids,

what the hell do you want?!

- I want my brother, damn it!

- Okay.

Right, you got it.

I ran.

I could have helped him and I ran.

All right?

Are you happy now?

Huh?

You ever seen a freight train

coming straight at you, huh?

I ran, okay?

Screw you.

- Then just tell me about him.

Tell me about Michael, Jimmie.

(triumphant marching band music)

- Hey.

- What's up?

- I don't think you'll have

your best friend anymore.

- What are you talking about?

- Didn't you hear?

- No, I didn't hear, what's going on?

- Your best friend Jimmie got

arrested for drunk driving yesterday.

- For what?

- Drunk driving.

He'll be kicked out of school for sure.

I guess iPod prices are gonna start soaring.

- [Howard] One, two, one, two, ready, go!

(heavy metal music)

(knocking)

- [Ethan] Jimmie!

- Yeah.

- How you doing?

- Fine.

- Is there anything I can do to help?

- What can you do to help me?

- I could help you clean up the room.

- Forget it, okay, I don't need any help.

- Yeah you do.

Everybody's talking about it at school.

- Great, I'm a celebrity, I'll

add it to my Facebook profile,

then I'll blog about it.

- What are you gonna do, man?

- What do you care?

Wait a minute.

You wanna help me?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

- I met a guy in jail.

- What kind of guy?

- A guy.

- That doesn't help me, Jimmie.

- He's gonna set me up, all right?

Big stuff, the real thing.

I'm meeting him tomorrow night,

I need you to come with me.

- What do you mean to come with you?

- Just ride with me.

Watch my back.

- What are you talking about?

Jimmie...

Jimmie, what are you talking about,

you say you met some kind of guy.

- A guy, okay?

I told you, that's all you need to know.

- That's not all I need to...

Are you sure about this?

- Yes, I'm sure about this.

You gonna help me or what?

- I don't know.

I don't know, I seriously don't know,

I mean my audition is tomorrow night.

- Right, I knew I could count on you.

- I wasn't saying that I was gonna

be able to help you right now, man, it's--

- Forget it.

(death metal music)

I don't need you.

Get out.

Get out!

What the hell, get out!

- Are you sure you don't want me to take you?

- No thanks, mom.

Seriously, I'll be good.

You know it's dad's weekend.

He'll pick me up, I'll be fine.

- Okay.

My beautiful boy.

- Mom.

- Sorry.

You're gonna do great.

- Thanks.

(laughing)

(soft piano music)

(camera snaps)

- Well look who's here.

- Hi.

Oh, you're working.

- You?

- Oh, I'm friend with Susan.

- Susan?

- Yeah, the bride.

I want one of those.

Hey!

I'm just kidding.

I didn't mean it like that.

They're just, they're so cute

and they're funny and...

- Yeah, no, fine, they're cute.

- Did I say something wrong?

- Oh, no no.

I'm sorry.

Let's drop it, okay?

- Oh, hey, I forgot to tell you,

I ran into an old friend of yours the other day.

Leonard...

Brooks, is that it, Brooks?

Brooks.

- You ran into him?

- All right, fine, I didn't run into him,

I went to his gallery, which is

beautiful by the way, and anyway,

I was talking about you and he was really excited--

- Why the hell did you go to Lenny's gallery?

- Because I saw...

I saw the photographs at your house.

- Whoa whoa whoa, what photographs?

- You know, the photographs, the ones that

are of trash, those things in

the street, I don't know, you were

taking pictures of--

- You saw them?

- Yeah, yeah, they're beautiful.

Brian, they're breautiful.

They're heartbreaking and they're breautiful

and people need to see them.

You know what, Leonard, Lenny,

Lenny thinks so to and I think

you should go and talk to him.

- Who told you you could do that?

- No one, I just did it because--

- I mean who the hell told you you

could do a stupid fucking thing like that?!

- Want your ball?

Yeah?

Shit.

What the shit is this?

What the fuck is this?

Goddammit, dad!

- Nice suit.

(car revs)

- Jesus, shit, Ethan, I'm sorry I'm late!

Just give...

Oh my God, what have I done?

(rockin' blues music)

- Let's go, stay behind.

Hey, Lyle.

Hey Lyle!

- Hey, hey, what is this

man, Sesame Street?

- It's okay, he's with me.

- He is?

I see that.

Remember last night?

Remember when I was nurse maiding you?

And you were all weepy and drunk?

- Yeah, so what about it?

- What'd you tell me?

You told me that you could

set up a network at the school.

- Yeah, that's exactly what I said

and that's what I'm here to do.

- But you know what, now you're

bringing an associate in and

you're making me really nervous.

I'm too nervous to do business

with you, man, see ya.

- What, wait, no, come on, man!

I'm sorry, I should have said something.

He's cool, man.

- Cool?

Okay.

Come here.

Come here.

- I'm right here, man.

- Okay, so did you bring something for me?

Thank you, thank you.

- To the don.

- Okay.

You know what?

It's not enough anymore.

- What are you talking about?

- You wanna do it, give me another

half a yard, man.

- Come on man, you can't do that,

don't play me like that, you can't.

- Play you?

You're playing me, man.

I tried to help you last night,

that's my problem.

Try to help people and this is what I get.

- Fine, fine!

- Good, good, good.

- Are we square?

- Yeah.

- Can I see the stuff?

- Straight as an arrow.

See it?

Yeah, you can see it.

Do whatever you want with it, man,

take it back and sell it like candy, man.

- Oh shit.

- What the fuck?

- [Ethan] Dad!

- Dad?!

(suspenseful music)

Dad, dad?

- [Brian] Wait, wait!

- You little bitch! - Don't touch him!

- I'm coming for you, dad!

I'm coming, dad!

- [Johnny] Get in, get in!

- This has nothing to do with you!

- Yeah, you're absolutely right, dad!

Let's see who you are, dad?

- Wait, Jimmie!

- Hey!

Hey!

(music intensifies)

Come back here!

(dramatic cello music)

- You walk okay?

- You're not coming?

- Look, I'm gonna park and wait right here, okay?

Shit, just go, okay?

Ethan, get out of the goddamn car, go, all right?

Go, okay?

♪ Rolling hard, riding low ♪

♪ Come baby, daddy's coming home ♪

♪ Rolling hard, power feel ♪

♪ Your hands all over my ♪

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Brian] Cynthia, it's Brian.

Did Ethan come home?

- What do you mean did Ethan

come home, I thought he was with you.

Didn't you take him to his audition?

Brian?

- He didn't go to his audition.

Cynthia, something terrible has happened.

I don't know where he is.

Can you call some hospitals?

- [Cynthia] What?! (coughing)

(train bell ringing)

- Lucy?

Lucy!

(whistles)

Here girl!

Lucy!

Lucy.

(sobbing)

(knocking)

- [Cynthia] Ethan, honey?

I made cookies, Ethan, can I bring you some?

- No thanks, mom.

- Hey, I called Julliard,

they said you can reschedule.

- That's good.

Thank you, mom.

(dramatic cello music)

(screaming)

- [Brian] It's Brian.

I know I got some explaining to do.

I haven't felt like this in a long time.

I just hope...

I...

Really like you, Ruth.

I'm sorry.

- Brian.

(dial tone)

- Nice cast.

How's your arm?

- Broken.

How's your head?

- Depends on what you mean.

Ethan...

(dramatic music)

(soft piano music)

♪ If I told you I was sorry ♪

♪ Would it make a difference now ♪

♪ Are you still so deeply wounded ♪

♪ Is your sorrow still that strong ♪

♪ Does the anger still protect you ♪

♪ From the things we've said and done ♪

♪ Is this blame you played against me ♪

♪ Still the one you're leaning on ♪

♪ Looking for a way, looking for a sign ♪

♪ Searching for a place we can find ♪

♪ A place beyond ♪

♪ Riding 'round, I'll meet you there ♪

♪ If we headed to (mumble) ♪

♪ Ah, but what's the use of that ♪

♪ When there's nothing gonna change things ♪

♪ Locked forever in the past ♪

♪ But I'd like to think that maybe ♪

♪ There's a door that opens wide ♪

♪ With the promise of forgiveness ♪

♪ Waiting on the other side ♪

♪ I'm looking for a way ♪

♪ Looking for a sign ♪

♪ Searching for a place ♪

♪ We can find ♪

♪ A place beyond ♪

♪ Riding on, I'll meet you there ♪

♪ I'm looking for a way ♪

♪ Looking for a sign ♪

♪ Searching for a place ♪

♪ We can find ♪

♪ A place beyond ♪

♪ Riding on, I'll meet you there ♪

♪ In a place beyond ♪

♪ Riding on, I'll meet you there ♪