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[Littleton] And so, they tried to decide

which son deserved the prize.

They tried, but they could not decide.

They argued all night...

Yahweh saw this, the God of all things.

He took the beautiful white light up into the sky.

He keeps it there for all to see.

It is still there. It will always be there.

It is there to...

[laughs] One more?

‐No, honey, come on... ‐Just a little one, please.

Okay, go get it.

Hurry up.

‐[bang] ‐[exclaims]

‐[shouting] ‐Cara, Cara!

Daddy!

Long time, no see, bro.

Dale?

[them music playing]

[theme music ends]

Jimmy, you know those three guys who broke out of Joliet?

Ripon Police just picked up one of ’em 20 minutes ago.

They think the other two are headed our way.

Fugitive number one...

Robert Quincy Adams, male, white.

190 pounds, 6 feet 2 inches,

jailhouse tattoos covering both arms and upper back.

Now, fugitive number two is Dale James Betts, a. k. a., Sky Betts,

male, black, 225 pounds,

6 feet 2 inches, no distinguishing scars or tattoos.

Now, look,

since these guys escaped,

they are suspects in two armed robberies.

The latest was in Green Lake,

where they hit a pawnshop and they got a trunkload of guns and ammo, okay?

Ripon PD believe that they are making a run for Canada.

They were last seen heading north on 49.

Suspects vehicle, ’88 Dodge.

Omni blue,

license number A24CJB.

All right, look, these guys are dangerous, so...

I don’t want any John Waynes out there.

If you see ’em...

‐you call for backup, understood? ‐[all] Yes, sir.

Is that a real gun?

Yeah.

Yeah, sweeto.

‐Can I touch it? ‐No, you can’t touch it.

Dale, put that thing up, please.

Cool.

You really my uncle?

Well, yeah, I’m your uncle.

Didn’t your daddy ever tell you that he had a big brother, huh?

But he’s in prison.

Oh, he was in prison.

Sweetheart, go put your PJs on, okay, get ready for bed.

‐But I’m not tired. ‐Go now.

[laughing] She looks just like Mama, man.

How the hell did you get out, Dale?

I didn’t kill nobody.

We had a little trouble on the road.

Had to split up.

Well, they caught one of ’em.

‐Black or white? ‐He was black.

That means Quincy is still out there.

[scoffs] Ain’t never gonna take him alive.

What about you, Dale?

That remains to be seen.

Look here, man.

‐I need your car, I need some cash. ‐[scoffs]

Four years, Dale, you were eligible for parole in four years.

‐What are you doing? ‐Hey, don’t lecture me, man.

Are you gonna help me or not?

I never asked you for nothing, man.

Not when I was on the run, not when I was in the joint.

Now, I’m asking you now.

I don’t have a lot of cash here, all right?

I gotta... I gotta go to the bank.

Hey...

You wanna play in my room, Uncle Sky?

Well, heck, yeah.

You got any good games in there?

‐I got Twister. ‐Get out of here. Twister?

Do you know what, I’m the Twister champ of the whole world.

‐Uh‐uh. ‐Uh‐huh. Come on.

[laughs] Hey.

Go ahead. We’ll be all right.

‐Come on. ‐[laughs]

I get to go first.

[news anchor] At this hour, police are questioning the man

as to the whereabouts of the other two fugitives,

still believed to be in the area. I hate to say it, folks,

but you just might want to lock your doors‐‐

[melodious music playing]

Ah!

‐Mom? ‐Zach, I’m taking a bath.

Sorry.

I’m hungry.

[Jill] Well, talk to Dad, it’s his night to cook.

But he’s not home, yet.

There’s salsa and chips in the pantry.

[Matthew] Mom, Dr. Joey’s on the phone.

Matthew, I’ll call her back.

[knocking on the door]

Could I have five minutes to myself in here, please?

I’m sorry, this situation came up, I’m sorry.

I know, I heard. What about the kids, honey? They’re starving.

‐Ah, yeah, okay, I’ll‐‐ ‐Maybe we should just order pizza.

‐[Zack] Yeah, pizza! ‐I’m gonna do that egg thing...

Oh, Jimmy, not eggs for dinner, honey.

[Max] Ah, Jimmy...

I thought you wanna see this right away.

‐Uh, excuse me. ‐Hi, Jill.

‐You want backup? ‐No, I’ll take care of this.

‐Smells good in here. ‐Uh... just...

just close the door on your way out, would you, please, Max?

‐Oh, sure. ‐Thanks.

‐I’m sorry, was that pizza‐‐ ‐Out!

Argh!

[police car honks]

Sky?

[snoring lightly]

Wake up!

Dale, wake up, damn it!

All right, come on, man, get in this. Wake up, man.

All right, man, okay.

‐Look, man, I’m gone for 20 minutes... ‐[coughs]

Look, man. Look, man...

I’m out there sneaking around

I’m ducking corners for you,

The cops drive by, and I...

I’m feeling like I’m the criminal.

I’m withdrawing my own money from my own bank.

‐Now, I’m not, I’m not going out there risking myself to... ‐Shh!

...to take care of you while you’re up here drunk, Dale!

Hey, lighten up, man. I’m tired, man.

Haven’t slept for 36 hours, man.

‐I just, I just need to sleep, all right. ‐No, Dale.

‐Come on, please, wake up, man. ‐Oh, man, I’m sleeping.

Dale, how long do you think it’s gonna take for the cops

to figure out we’re brothers? They’ll be here in a second.

‐Now, wake up! Wake up, man! ‐I need to sleep, man.

Don’t you hit me, man!

Don’t hit me!

All right, Dale, let go of me.

[doorbell ringing]

Who is it?

Let go of me, Dale.

‐All right... All right. ‐Look, man...

Stay here.

[door closes]

‐John. ‐Jimmy.

‐May I? ‐Yeah. Come on.

You just head back from the beach, is it?

[Littleton] Oh, no, I was... giving Cara a bath...

and she almost put me in the tub. What’s going on?

You heard about those guys that broke out of Joliet?

Yeah.

Homicide cop in Chicago remembered one of ’em had a brother who lived up here.

Half‐brother.

Same mother, different father.

Why didn’t you tell me, John?

[Littleton] When, Jimmy? I mean, that... that doesn’t just

pop up in conversation, you know.

We got a call from a big rig driver,

said he dropped off a hitchhiker outside of town.

Matches your brother’s description.

Oh, what does that mean? He was black?

John?

[Littleton] Look this...

this whole thing has just got me kinda edgy, Jimmy.

‐Sorry. ‐Okay.

But I don’t think he’s gonna show up.

I mean, I haven’t even talked to the guy for years.

He’s a convicted murderer, he’s on the run,

he’s desperate, and he’s your brother.

But he’s also extremely bright.

I mean, he knows this is the first place anybody would look for.

Maybe.

I wanna keep a couple guys outside,

front and back, just in case.

[sighs heavily] Do you think

that’s really necessary, Jimmy?

‐Do you have to do that? ‐You know I have to do that, John.

Yeah.

‐Good night. ‐Good night.

I’m not a murderer, John.

It was self‐defense, man.

[stuttering] No, I told ’em people, I said...

"Don’t move. Nobody move."

[breathing heavily]

And when he thought I wasn’t looking, man,

that fool went for his gun.

I just shot first, man.

That bank guard never went for his gun.

Hey, man, you weren’t there, you don’t know.

‐Thirty witnesses, Dale. ‐Yeah, they were all lookin’ at me.

They didn’t look at him, man, till after my gun went off.

‐You weren’t there. ‐No, but you were there!

Don’t try to make it his fault for being in front of your gun.

You took that man’s life over money, Dale.

You killed an innocent man.

I don’t care what cause you were fighting for!

That was you, Dale.

You pulled that trigger all by yourself, man. That was you.

Come to bed, Jimmy.

Dale Betts...

National merit scholar in high school,

student council vice‐president.

And scholarship.

Oh, not your usual criminal profile.

Dropped out of Michigan in his junior year.

He was involved in some kind of student radical organization.

Disappeared couple of years.

Five members of a militant organization

help up a branch of Chicago Consolidated Bank.

A guard was killed. The trigger man was later identified

as Dale Betts.

All for 800 bucks.

Oh, God!

Killed a man for $800.

Betts went on the run for years 12 years.

Picked up in Portland, Oregon, 1988.

Judge gave him... 30 to life. [sighs]

Younger brother becomes a DA. Older brother...

[sighs]

...convicted murderer.

How does that happen?

[car door opens]

‐[car door closes] ‐[startles]

Sky?

[exhales]

Hey.

Hey.

Found this on your book shelf. Found all of these on your book shelf.

Eldridge Cleaver... Nikki Giovanni.

‐You read all of these? ‐Yeah.

Don’t seem like your style.

[scoffs] Thinkin’ of Dad, not me.

Didn’t know there was a difference.

[scoffs] Whatever, man. I’m going to bed.

So tell me.

What’s the game plan?

Thought I would talk to Jimmy tomorrow,

maybe, see if I could get him

to pull those cars out of there.

Talk to Jimmy. We don’t wanna upset Jimmy.

You know, why don’t you lay it off, man?

I’m not Dad, you know.

[scoffs] You’re more like dad than you care to admit.

No, no, wait. There is some difference here.

Dad was a banker. He made money off the brothers.

You put him in jail.

It’s about tryin’ to do what’s right.

Tryin’ to make this place safe.

Why this place? I mean...

why Rome, Wisconsin?

‐[stuttering] ‐[laughing] You are lost, my brother.

Oh, well, since you’re so together, Dale,

why don’t you tell me why?

You ran.

No, I left.

No! You ran.

You had that good job after law school.

Why’d you leave?

I got transferred!

You begged for that transfer!

See, you don’t remember writing me about it

in, in one of your, your twice‐a‐year

"Hi, Dale, how’s it going?" letters.

You took them size nines and put ’em in Dad’s big shoes,

and you ran as far and as fast as you could.

Chicago didn’t need me, Dale.

And I didn’t need to keep being reminded of my wife’s death.

Look, I‐I wanted to come some place where I could make a difference, man.

Some place where Cara could grow up safe.

Grow up safe?

Grow up safe?

How safe is it for her to grow up

wanting to be like Julia Roberts?

...one in three.

How safe is it for her to be separated from her own people, from her culture!

No, she’s getting culture, Dale, that’s what I read to her every night.

That’s why I tell her stories about the neighborhood.

Tell her stories about the old neighborhood?

Man, you are robbin’ her of her self‐esteem!

And her ability to be a beautiful Black woman!

She gets that in the neighborhood!

You kidnapped her, man.

You runnin’ from your own culture and from your own people!

Hey, what did you run from, Dale, huh?

Let’s wind your sheet down!

You ran away from home, you ran away from school,

you ran away from society, from the law.

[chuckles] Man, wait a minute. This isn’t about you and me.

This is about you and Dad, isn’t it?

Yeah, after all this time, he still got a hold on you, doesn’t he?

[Betts scoffs] You crazy.

Oh, no, come on, let’s talk about it, man.

Why did you hit Dad’s bank then?

‐[chuckles] ‐Why hit his bank?

I’ll tell you why.

You wanted to get in one more swing at Dad.

You couldn’t hit him, so you hit his bank, instead.

But what did it get you, man?

Eight hundred dollars?

Thirty years to life behind some cause

that’s forgotten all about you?

And now you break out of prison and run to my house, so that, what,

you can winch your last little bit of spleen

before the cops gun you down?

Please, tell me, you’re not that stupid, Sky!

[both grunting]

Shut up! Just shut up!

[Cara] Daddy?

Daddy, what are you doing?

Oh, we’re doing nothing, baby, we’re just playing.

Wrestling.

We’ve been doing this all our life.

‐[indistinct conversation] ‐[machine whirring]

You took the double dare to do it.

You’re insane, Brock, totally insane!

But cool, definitely cool.

Hey, Brock, it’s your brother.

Hi, guys.

Get lost, Zack.

Saw you at the tire store, Matthew.

You say anything, I’ll pound you!

I won’t say anything.

Better not, dweeb.

Hey, where are you going?

None of your beeswax.

[Cara singing]

Ooh, you learned that in school?

Well, not in school,

Danny Andrews taught me at recess.

‐He’s in fourth grade. ‐Mm‐hmm.

Look, sweetheart, your Uncle Sky and I wanna talk alone for a minute,

so you might go in in your room, workin’ on your diorama.

Do I have to?

Yes, you have to.

Okay. Ten minutes.

‐[giggling] ‐Oh, yes, ma’am.

She’s sassy like Mama.

Oh, yeah. She’s got a lot of her own mother in her, too.

Look...

Hey, I wish I had known her.

Yeah.

You know, Dale...

some of things you said...

Hey, you remember that time that Dad made us learn those poems, man?

When Gramma and Gramps came?

Huh?

You had to do Hamlet’s soliloquy.

‐"To Be or Not to Be"? ‐Oh, yeah.

And you were supposed to do Wordsworth or something.

‐No, Keats. Keats, remember? ‐Uh‐huh. Yeah.

But, you did Langston Hughes, instead.

‐Yeah. ‐Remember?

"I am the darker brother

"They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes

"But I laugh and eat well and grow strong

"Tomorrow, when company comes

"Nobody’ll dare say to me ’Eat in the kitchen,’ then.

"Besides, they’ll see how beautiful I am

"And not be ashamed

‐I too..." ‐"I too..."

[both in chorus] "Am America."

Yeah.

‐You remember that. ‐Mm.

Yeah, I remember that.

Man, if I had known that I was gonna get my butt whooped after that,

I’d have done Claude McKay or Baraka or somebody,

somebody with a little bit more teeth in it.

‐What are you talkin’ about? ‐Oh, man, he didn’t hesitate to jump all over me.

Wait a... wait a minute, Sky, he...

didn’t beat you for that?

Man, you wanna know the real reason why I dropped out of Ann Arbor?

Yeah, I was caught up in the cause and all that.

But in my junior year...

‐homecoming game, y’all came up, remember? ‐Yeah.

Me, I didn’t get in the game until the fourth quarter,

caught a couple of passes, and that’s it, you know.

But, that night...

that night, man, Dad got on my case, man,

he just didn’t let up on me and...

"What’s the matter?

"Huh? Huh, Dale, huh?

"You, you’re on the squad now?

What are you, third string now, Dale?"

Here I am, man...

I’m, I’m pushing a B‐plus average, double major.

I’m playing on national television.

And this old man

is telling me that I’m nothing!

I got him out in the parking lot after that, man.

And I told him straight up, I said,

I said, "Look here, man.

"I don’t want you coming to see me anymore, okay?

I don’t wanna have anything to do with you, okay?"

You know, I ain’t never raised a hand at this guy.

But this time, man, I fought back ’cause we were swingin’.

We started swingin’.

That old son of a bitch is strong, man.

I mean, he kicked my ass. You hear me?

He kicked my ass.

He beat me like...

[sniffles] ...like, like he wanted to do that all his life.

On the way to the emergency room...

dude said...

dude said "Man, if you tell anybody...

I’m gonna kill you."

"I’m gonna... I’m gonna kill you."

What did I do to him, man?

You were another man’s son.

That’s all you did.

That was your crime, Dale.

This is how it’s done, boys.

[sighs] Watch.

Okay.

[coughing and gagging]

‐Hey, jeez, man! ‐Whoa, get off!

Uh... amateurs!

‐[knocking] ‐What was that?

[woman] Michael?

What’s she doing home?

‐[woman] Michael? ‐[coughing]

Come on!

[Kenny] I’m on that suspicious vehicle on Willow County.

Plate number 522‐Frank‐Boy‐John.

‐[woman on radio] 10‐4. ‐The van’s clear. Let’s check out the building.

Well, let’s wait for backup, Kenny, like Jimmy said.

What if no one’s in there? How are we gonna look

if they call in the National Guard?

Let’s make sure. Come on.

[woman on radio] 338, comin’ up store,

standby for backup.

10‐4. Damn you!

‐[gunshots] ‐[grunts]

Officer down, officer down! Shots fired, 338!

We need an ambulance. We need backup.

‐Hang on, Kenny. ‐I’m okay.

Just stay down.

‐Next time we wait. ‐Okay.

Okay, just, shut up, will you? Stay still. [panting]

Let’s go.

[radio chatter]

Well, I’ll be damned.

What?

Says here that Elridge Cleaver voted for Reagan.

Yeah, so did I.

‐[both chuckle] ‐[car engine starts]

Hey, wait a minute. Something’s up out here. They’re leaving.

That’s my cue.

[Littleton] Sky?

Hey, don’t leave, Sky.

Listen... we’ll say that you came here to surrender, okay?

[stutters] You realized that the breakout was a mistake,

and you came here to turn yourself in.

[scoffs]

John.

Maybe we can get you case transferred to local court.

Now, I know an excellent defense attorney right here in Rome,

and the judge, he’s crazy, man.

There’s no telling what he might do.

I think you might little bit more tired

‐than I am, my brother. ‐Dale, all right,

so you have to do two more years, okay?

So you do six instead of four,

but when you get out,

at least you’ll have your life, man.

‐You’ll have your life! ‐Man, I can’t go back.

I can’t make it in a penitentiary.

Dale?

I don’t wanna lose you, man.

You’re my brother.

I love you. Please, Dale.

Please.

[door breaks open]

Quince.

I need a Band‐Aid.

Keep it dry for a day or two.

I’ll give you some acetaminophen for the pain.

If you need anything stronger, you call me.

‐That’s it? ‐[Jill] That’s it.

You’re okay?

Yeah, it’s not as bad as it looks.

He’ll be sore for a few days.

‐But, he’s a tough guy. ‐[Kenny] Right.

You couldn’t wait for backup.

We didn’t move in.

We just made an approach, that was it.

‐Jimmy... they found the van. ‐Where?

In a ditch near Buxton Woods.

Looks like he lost control and hit a tree.

Buxton Woods, that’s Littleton’s neighborhood.

Thought you’d be long gone by now, Betts.

Yeah, I was just leaving.

‐Here’s your ice. ‐What are you lookin’ at?

You lookin’ at my tattoos?

‐No, man. ‐You don’t know me well enough to look at my tattoos.

Lay off, man!

You like that, huh?

You like looking.

Get off my brother, man!

Just messing with him, Betts.

Yeah, well, you leave it alone, man.

No hard feelings.

[Cara] Uncle Sky.

Who are you?

Uh, he’s... he’s just a friend, baby.

Does he have an owie?

Yeah, he has a big owie.

[Cara] You wanna play now?

Uh, not, not right now, sweetheart.

Uh, I... I gotta go, okay?

‐But you promised. ‐Hey, hey, hey, listen to me.

You go in your room and you shut the door, okay? Shut the door.

Cops.

Okay, Sky, now wait a minute.

‐[Cara] Daddy. ‐[shushing]

Take that baby in the back.

They don’t know you’re in here.

‐Move it, John! ‐Jimmy is a friend of mine.

Let me talk to him. I got rid of him once, I’ll do it again.

‐I don’t trust you, man. ‐I’m not gonna do anything

as long as you have my daughter in here.

Come on, Sky.

‐All right. ‐Daddy?

Baby, look... We’re gonna play that game.

‐We’re gonna play the game. ‐Go play with Uncle Sky, baby.

Listen up.

One false move, one hiccup,

she goes, you go, everybody goes.

Jimmy.

Twice in two days.

You’re gonna have the neighbors talking about it.

I want to get you and Cara out of here now.

‐Why, what happened? ‐Max and Kenny had a shootout

with one of the guys who escaped with your brother.

Were they hurt?

No, they’re okay, but the guy away

and we found his vehicle very nearby.

‐Was my brother with him? ‐He wasn’t.

Let’s get you and Cara out of here.

‐But wait, Jimmy... ‐[Kenny] Jimmy?

‐What? ‐We got ’em.

‐Who, what? ‐Betts and Adams.

Max says we picked them up a couple minutes ago.

Wait, they got my brother?

‐I don’t know. ‐We’ll let you know.

Keep a couple of guys out.

‐What’s going on? ‐I don’t know.

[car engines starts]

You did good, boy.

You did real good.

Hey, try knocking next time.

Did you tell anyone I was at Mike Larson’s?

‐No. ‐You sure?

Yeah, Joy told me what happened.

Oh... God!

‐What did he say? ‐That if Mrs. Larson hadn’t have gone home,

the whole house would’ve burned down.

‐[sighs] ‐Did you start that fire, Matthew?

I don’t know.

‐We were there. ‐Dad’s gonna kill you.

Not if you’ll tell.

I won’t.

‐Promise? ‐Promise.

[Jimmy] What the hell’s going on here?

In there. Nile spotted...

[Carter] Neighborhood watch, Jimmy.

‐Seven minutes... ‐[indistinct chatter]

‐Quiet! ‐[Jimmy] Who’s singing?

They say that they’re Gospel singers on the way to Chippewa Falls.

They got separated from their group at lunch and missed their bus.

These are hardened criminals?

Well, I just thought it’d be a good idea

to keep them in protective custody until you showed up.

[singing]

There might be a mistake.

Littleton.

I don’t like this, man.

There’s still a couple of cops out there.

Hey, you...

heard what the sheriff told your brother?

He told ’em to clear out.

Well, that’s just what we’re going to do...

‐I can’t find the car keys. ‐What?

I usually leave ’em on a hook in the kitchen and they’re not there.

Well, you got a second set, I know.

No, they’re missing, too.

‐I don’t believe you, man. ‐Cara?

‐Cara, open the door, honey. ‐[Cara] No!

‐Cara, baby, open the door. ‐No.

I want Uncle Sky to stay.

Move away.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, you wanna die? Fine with me.

‐Ow! Oh, man! [grunting] ‐[telephone ringing]

Don’t answer it.

Yes.

John, it’s Brock. Can you talk?

‐No. ‐[Betts and Adams shouting]

‐They in there? ‐Yes.

Both of them?

John?

Kenny, I want officers... house, visible presence only.

I’m on it.

Max, coordinate with the SWAT team leaders.

‐Advance only my orders. ‐Right.

[sirens wailing]

They’re moving in, man.

‐Where are you going? ‐Check out the back.

[telephone ringing]

Come on, John, pick up. Pick up!

[indistinct conversation]

Hey, man, they got it covered, man.

‐[grunts] ‐Hey, be cool, man!

No, you be cool.

I’m not going back inside.

‐[door opens] ‐What’s that?

I’m not going back inside.

Wait a minute.

What am I thinking? I’ve got you and the little girl.

No, look...

if you want me, you got me, okay?

But you leaver her out of this.

I don’t think you’re in any position to bargain.

Look, if you want her, you’re gonna have to kill me first.

Okay.

‐[gunshot] ‐Ahh!

Shotguns in there.

I’ll take the gun, Betts.

[Littleton gasping]

Daddy?

He’s gonna be okay, baby. He’s gonna be fine.

Go get me some towels.

Get me some towels, quick!

[telephone ringing]

Whom am I speaking to?

Sheriff James Brock.

Well, hello, Mr. Sheriff.

I say your DA friend’s got about 20 minutes before he bleeds to death.

‐Let me talk to him. ‐[Adams] I got the girl.

I want a car in five minutes and a clear way out.

Next time the phone rings, you better have it.

Or she’s dead.

He’s bluffing, Jimmy. If he kills Cara,

he gives up his only bargain chip.

He might not be thinking that straight. He’s loony tunes.

Could have a man bleeding to death in there.

If we stall, we lose him.

He might already be dead.

‐I had to mention that. ‐Yeah, I know.

‐Hang in there, brother. ‐[crying] Dale?

Come on, man, hang in there.

Sky, come here.

Don’t let him take Cara, Sky, please don’t let him take Cara.

Okay?

[telephone ringing]

What’s it gonna be, Sheriff?

We have your car right here. My men are pulled back.

They have strict orders not to follow you.

I will stand right out here.

Alone and unarmed.

We got it, Betts. Let’s go.

‐Hey, don’t take her! ‐Daddy!

Don’t take her.

‐Sky, please, please... ‐[Cara] No!

...don’t let him take her, Sky.

See you around.

Let’s go!

See you.

Let go!

[both grunting]

[indistinct conversation]

We’re gonna be late for supper, Sky.

You know how daddy get when we’re late.

I promised Mama I’d find you.

I promised her I’d bring you home one time.

I’m going, John.

I’m going home.

What’s his pressure?

‐100/60, dropping fast. ‐Yeah.

[indistinct conversation]

Jimmy, what about Sky?

Sorry, John.

No! [crying]

‐Hi. ‐Hi.

What are you two doing up?

Matthew has something that he needs to talk to you about.

Okay.

[Jimmy] First thing...

you go to Mike Larson’s house

and you apologize to his mother

and you offer to pay for all the repairs and damages

caused by that fire.

And you pay for it out of your pocket, not mine, mister.

Okay.

Am I grounded?

No.

No. I... am very disappointed.

What you did was

careless and irresponsible, but...

You’re not the only one to make a mistake here.

You’re 15 years old.

And I haven’t been paying attention.

I haven’t been watching you grow up.

We’re gonna spend more time together, you and me.

Okay.

Yeah.

Dad, I’m sorry.

I know you are.

Dad?

It’s okay, go back to sleep.

I can’t.

Matthew told me what happened.

He did?

He told and nobody forced him?

Whoa!

Is he in trouble?

We talked about it.

‐I thought he was a dead man for sure. ‐Hmm...

Why didn’t you tell me about it, feller?

I wanted to, but...

sort of promised him I wouldn’t, and...

even though he’s been a total creep to me lately...

he is my brother.

Yes, he is.

‐Am I in trouble? ‐Nope.

Did I do the right thing, Dad?

We’ll talk about it tomorrow.

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