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Dr. Lane: Hello, Sharon.

And Nolan.

I am really happy that you could meet with me this afternoon.

I understand that you gave your mother

quite a scare two days ago.

And I was hoping that you could share with me

what you remember about that evening.

Well, I can tell you that it was by far

the scariest moment in my life.

Both of our lives passed before my eyes.

My son is the most important thing--

Sharon, you know, we have had

an opportunity to talk about this

and you told me what you believe led up to these events,

but, Nolan, I want to hear from you.

All right, then let me start with an introduction.

My name is Dr. Cassandra Lane and I have been

a practicing psychiatrist for nearly 18 years.

I have been with this hospital for...

about 11 of those years specializing in juvenile

and young adults who are considered at risk.

So.

Could you tell me a little bit about you?

Commentator: The home side is going now,

crowds loving it, now the big guy.

Hitting .342 with 92 RBI

and 36 homers.

(cheering on TV)

Okay, honey, your dinner is wrapped in the microwave,

the timer is set, all you have to do is press start.

Nolan.

Are you listening to me?

Dinner's in the microwave, press start.

Emergency numbers are on the refrigerator,

don't go outside,

don't answer the phone unless I hear the special ring,

and don't open the door for strangers.

Okay smarty pants.

I'll call you on my break. I love you.

Love you too, Mom.

Commentator: Three, we're tied at two.

More baseball after these messages.

Hey, what are you doing back there?

Nothin', just wanted to see if I could play with ya.

Are you any good?

-I guess. -Here, catch!

Throw it back, doofus.

Boy: My lip!

You busted my lip!

I'm gonna kill you.

Grab him!

Hey, watch where you're going, stupid!

You shouldn't have been in my way,

you little shit, move!

What did you call me?

-You heard me. -(laughing)

-What did you call me? -Man: Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Break it up, break it up!

He started it!

Well, I'm ending it.

All of you guys, get outta here, now.

It's not over, you little freak.

Man: Sam.

Sam! Son?

Come back here.

Hey, hey.

What do you want?

Thanks for sticking up for me.

I didn't do it for you.

Where do you play?

What?

Wherever I want.

No one can tell me where to go or what to do.

I'm going down to the batting diamond.

Can I come?

It's a free country.

Sam: All right, let's see what you got.

Wow.

I'm not that good.

You can say that again.

Try it again.

And this time, concentrate.

For Christ's sake, what was that?

I quit.

I should play football or something.

I saw the way you were running

when those assholes were after you.

Football ain't your sport either.

Now come on,

we're gonna toss this thing until you get it right.

You would do that?

If you're going to hang around with me,

I can't have you throwing like a girl.

(applause)

Coach: Come on, Nolan.

(applause)

-Coach: Nice, there you go! -(applause)

Coach: Atta boy!

Mountaineers, baby. Good job boys!

Good job!

You keep this up,

and you just might hold that trophy

at the end of the season.

Team: Yeah!

With Nolan's arm, coach, there's no might about it.

No, this ain't no one-man show.

We, we are a team.

-That's right coach. -Coach: Yeah.

And remember, there is no...

Team: ...I in team.

Aww.

-Aww. -(laughter)

Go on, get outta here.

Get outta here, you deserve an extra free night.

-Nolan: Thanks Coach! -Coach: Good job.

Teacher: Show of hands.

Who read Act Two, scenes one through four?

All right, so what did you conclude?

One at a time, please.

What was that, Nolan? I didn't hear you.

Sir?

What do you think Romeo meant

when he said "I have a soul of lead,

that so sticks me to the ground I cannot move."?

Well, clearly, he's in love.

How's that?

He says "I have a soul of lead."

Doesn't sound like love.

Well, his heart is heavy and he doesn't want...

He can't move.

See, I think he's paralyzed by his overwhelming

love for this girl and...

Because of that, he doesn't wanna lose sight of her.

Teacher: Excellent interpretation, Nolan.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Pop quiz.

Hey.

Hey.

Um, so, I was wondering.

Wondering what?

I was just wondering if you'd like

to come to my game on Saturday?

You play sports?

(chuckling)

Hmm, you don't look like a football player.

And judging by your arms,

you're definitely not a wrestler.

Wait.

Are you that pitcher everyone's been talking about?

Aww, that's too bad.

I was hoping you were a football player,

because baseball's just so boring.

I'll see ya in class.

I am never gonna let him hurt you again.

Do you hear me, baby?

He will never, ever hurt you again.

Daniel: Open this door Sharon,

or I'm gonna break it down.

-I swear to God! -(crashing)

Sharon: Daniel, you're drunk, leave us alone!

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, fence.

(laughing)

Really, really?

All right, break it up, break it up.

Hey, nice save today, Tommy boy.

-That was good stuff, man. -Thanks.

You actually totally saved us.

Sure I did, everyone knows you got that rubber arm,

so it must be that lucky glove.

Hey, remember, there's no I in team.

-No I in team. -(laughing)

You guys are crazy.

Hey, so, we gonna party tonight or what?

Parents are outta town, so I got the pickup.

That's what's up!

Guys, let me talk to my mom first.

I'll catch up with you guys in a minute, okay?

Yeah, yeah, mama boy.

Remember tonight we're going to a party.

(laughing)

I'm after you.

Hey, Mom?

Oh, let me guess,

you wanna hang out with the guys?

You know everything, don't you?

Sometimes I feel like you got like psychic powers

or something, it's kinda creepy.

Yeah, I just know what "Hey, Mom?" means.

You sure that you wanna pass up

on my world-famous meatloaf?

Mom, it's just me and you though.

It's not like there's some other guy joining us for dinner.

Look, I'll probably be hungry when I get home anyway,

so just leave a plate in the microwave for me?

-Okay. -Love you, Mom.

Love you.

Hey, Nolan?

Oh, thanks Mom.

You're welcome.

Dude, I don't know about this, all right?

Oh, my gosh, Thomas, shut up!

If I want your opinion, I will give it to you.

We don't even know who this guy is.

I told you already, we did time together.

In the third family, before the wanker family got me.

He looks out for me.

Relax man, I know what I'm doing.

(laughs)

-Hey, dude, put that down. -Just relax, it's fine.

-Sam, put it down. -Shut up!

Hey, put that shit down, man!

Spence: Man, y'all boys in luck, man.

Check it out, man.

I got some...

Got some Purple Haze.

Got some Skunk.

You know I got that Molly.

(laughing)

Got a bottle of 'Contin.

Well, shit, if y'all real serious,

got a few packets of that bling bling.

Sam: Yeah.

And some fine China that my boy traded me for.

Hello?

You act like y'all ain't never seen drugs before.

Y'all have partied, right?

-Yeah, we party. -Yeah, we party, right guys?

Man, I ain't talkin' no pot, girls.

Everybody smoke bud.

Shit, even my lawyer burned it down.

I'm talking about the type of shit

that'll make you fly.

Well, we haven't tried any of those.

-Man it... -Sam: Tommy, shut up.

Is Spence gonna have to babysit you girls?

How much scratch y'all puttin' up?

Scratch, dough, moolah, bread, money.

-Oh. -Tommy: Oh.

One second.

I've got $32.

What you got?

I got...

I got $60.

$32 and $60.

Where's your money, Sam?

-I don't have any. -Are you serious?

I'll get it next time, it's cool.

-Really? -Don't worry about it.

Nah, nah, it's cool man.

That ain't bad, that ain't bad.

Sam: Let's divvy up these sticks!

Let's see, one for each of y'all.

All right, let's see these real quick.

All right, Thomas, you get this one.

All right, you get this one here.

Tell ya what, hook him up first, my man.

Spence: Uh-uh, the tip,

burn the tip first, brother.

Burn the tip first.

By itself?

Spence: Burn the tip first.

All right, all right.

Spence: Spin it around, man. You know I like rotisserie, man.

(Spence laughs)

Yeah.

-(coughing) -(laughing)

Sam: The party has started.

Yeah. Light it up!

(coughing)

(laughing)

Get 'im, get 'im, Thomas!

Where is he?

-Don't worry about it. -Change your tampons.

That's my boy, Fred.

All right, There he is, there he is.

Look at this, look at it, look.

Whoa, whoa.

It's time to go, let's go.

We just got here, shut the fuck up.

Already?

Yeah.

Sam: Hey, Nolan.

You're such a lightweight.

Passed out already.

Nolan: All right, later.

(laughing)

Sam: Safe!

Hey, hey.

Tell your mom I said "What's up, Mamacita?"

I love you!

Ready, Thomas? Here we go, baby!

Okay, Nolan.

All right, you know what,

we're gonna just talk about this in the morning, okay?

No, I know, Mom.

-Hey, have I ever told you? -What?

That you are my favorite girl

in the entire world?

Thank you.

Let's aim for bed, okay?

You got it?

(sighs)

(pan sizzling)

You should eat.

(sighing)

I want a shower.

Tommy: I feel like shit.

Yeah, I pitched like shit.

Sam: You can say that again.

Last night was pretty crazy, guys.

But it was fun, right?

(laughs)

If I could get this pounding out of my head.

I think they make some kind of

a hemorrhoid cream for that, don't they?

-I'm sorry? -Sam: You heard me.

(Sam laughs) (groans)

-Tommy: That's what you get. -Sam: Thomas.

I think those were the first balls you hit all day, homie.

Thomas: Really? Really?

Hey, Sam, you know what I heard?

Sam: What?

Your mom hits a lot of balls.

Really, who told you that?

I didn't hear it, I found out myself.

Really, really, huh?

-Dehra: Hey. -Hey.

Two creams, one sugar?

Oh, God, thank you.

You're welcome. How's Mrs. Kanda?

In and out.

You know they're offering overtime for the next shift.

I have not had a good night's sleep in a month.

Same here, but...

With three boys and Jeff,

I need all those hours I can get.

Hey, how's Nolan?

Sorry I couldn't make it to the game.

Jordan got a fever.

I heard Nolan really put a spankin'

on them Clayton County boys.

(laughing)

He was terrific.

I was so proud.

Till he came home in the middle of the night, drunk.

Oh. Is that what I have to look forward to?

That is the least of your worries.

Thanks.

Hey, when you're done with that,

can I have the overtime sheet?

Done. All yours.

Awesome.

-Mm-hmm. -Three days?

Dehra: Honey, I got three boys.

-I don't. -Dehra: Hungry boys.

(cheering)

Let's go, Nolan!

Come on, Nolan!

-(cheering) -Coach: Hey, there ya go!

Yeah.

Come on baby, push, push!

Push Nolan, push!

Yeah, safe!

There ya go, Nolan!

(cheering)

There ya go, baby!

(laughing)

Way to go guys, way to go.

Way to go, way to go, way to go.

All right. All right.

Hey, nice meeting you guys.

See you in a second, yeah.

Hey.

So you uh...

Still think baseball is boring?

Did I say that?

You need to put ice on this later.

Yeah. Oh.

Mom, this is Rachel.

My second biggest fan.

-Hi, Miss... -Sharon: Adamson.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Rachel.

And I'm assuming that you're not

gonna be celebrating like last week, right?

Well, actually, I was thinking of going to catch a movie.

If only I knew someone to accompany me.

Is that how guys ask today?

(giggles)

My gosh, the ego on this child.

I raised you better than that.

-Mom. -Don't "Mom" me.

(sighing)

Rachel, would you like to go see a movie with me tonight?

I would love to.

Much better.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Adamson.

I don't care how big you get, you'll always be my little boy.

I'll be at the car.

She's always embarrassing me.

Doesn't every mother?

She means well, I guess.

Gotta love her.

So...

Pick you up around seven?

Don't wash it.

Don't wash it.

Nolan, oh!

Nolan's got a girlfriend.

Nolan's got a girlfriend.

Man, shut up.

(laughing)

Did she really just write her number on your hand?

-Yeah. -Oh, my word.

Hey, so are you still on for tonight?

No.

Dude, I have plans.

We were gonna go out.

Sam. It's one night.

And I'll let you know how it goes.

Mom, I need my jeans ironed!

And my blue shirt, you know, the one with the button missing.

(spitting)

(yells) Mom!

Thank you, I love you.

Hey, Thomas, what's up man?

What's going on over there?

It's my sister's birthday party.

She just turned 10.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, what time is this princess party over?

Not for another couple hours.

What the hell, man?

Can't you leave early or something?

Nah.

Plus my dad caught me sneaking into the liquor cabinet,

so grounded from using the truck.

Thomas, you are such a douche.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

You can go play in traffic for all I care.

I gotta go.

-Hey, Pops? -Dad: No.

You don't know what I'm gonna ask.

Oh, I know.

Look, I just wanna borrow the car for a couple of hours

to go meet the boys for burgers at Dick's.

Not tonight, Annalise is cooking,

I don't wanna hear her mouth.

Woah! What the hell?

Hold on to the freaking ball, you idiot!

(sports commentary on TV)

Hey, why don't you sit down here and watch the game with me?

I mean, you're always holing up in that room.

Commentator: Fumbled! Recovered!

Like you care.

What'd you say?

-Commentator: Touchdown! -Yes!

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes! That's the way to do it!

Hello, Sir.

You must be Dylan.

No sir, I'm Nolan.

Nolan?

(laughs) I'm just kidding ya, kid.

Rachel: That's enough.

Hey, all right, all right, put it there.

Mm-hmm.

-You ready? -Yeah.

It was great meeting you, sir.

Pleasure was all mine.

I hear you the strongest arm in the country?

Bet you the recruiters are all after ya.

Yes sir, I guess you could say that.

Yeah?

Did my daughter tell you I am the Athletic Director over at GTI?

-No, sir, she didn't. -She didn't?

Daddy.

Can I at least know if I like him before

you start recruiting him for your program?

(chuckles) Y'all kids have a good night.

-Thank you, Sir. -Mm-hmm.

After you.

Have a good night, see you soon.

Man 1: (on film) Stay right where ya are.

Don't move.

Stay there now, steady.

Now...

(tires screeching)

-(crash) -Sam: Oh, shit.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Come on!

Come on Nolan, come on, Nolan.

(cell phone buzzing)

Man 2: (on film) Boss! Oh, Boss! Fuck!

Man 1: (on film) Take it easy, what's the matter?

(cell phone buzzing)

(sighs)

Come on.

(cell phone buzzing)

Hey, I'll be right back, okay?

Man 1: (on film) I can't understand why you

have this terrible fear of animals in you. What is it?

Man 2: (on film) When I was a little baby,

I was scared by my piggy bank.

What is it, Sam?

Bro, hey, Nolan, I'm on Pike Street, man.

I just wrecked my dad's car.

Goddamn it, Sam.

I don't know what to do, man.

I need you here right now.

Sam: Just hurry, okay?

All right, I'll be right there.

(sighs)

What are you doing, Sam?

What if someone sees you, what the...

I'm already screwed, what does it matter?

Sam, come on, get off the car.

Come on, let's go, get off.

And cut this shit out too.

Go get in my car.

Sam.

We're just gonna leave this here?

Yes, we're just gonna leave it here for an hour or so.

We could say someone stole it.

Stole it?

What are you talking about?

What the fuck are you saying?

Stole it? It's right here.

We're not gonna say shit, Sam.

What we're gonna do is we're gonna

get in my car, we're gonna drive back to my house,

drop it off, run back here, and then...

Call the cops and say that someone

ran us off the road or something.

I've been drinking.

Okay? They're gonna send me to juvi.

Damn it, are you serious?

Oh, my God. Shit.

All right, look. God damn it.

Chew this.

I'll say I was driving.

You'd do that for me?

Yeah, I would.

No more screw-ups, Sam.

I swear bro, you have my word.

Look at me. I mean it.

All right.

Get your fuckin' hands off me. Let's go.

Police Officer: So you mean to tell me you didn't

get a good description of the vehicle?

No, it was too dark.

I think it was a pickup truck.

The lights were really bright

and they were shining down on us, so...

What about you?

He was driving, I was just riding along.

Hmm.

We'll see what we gotta do about this.

What the hell were you thinking?

I should beat the shit outta you for stealing the car!

Do you know what could've happened?

Ma'am, I need you to calm down, okay?

Look, I know you're upset and I understand why you're upset.

I swear to God, if this was your fault...

Annalisa, shut up.

Annalisa: What? I've had it with this kid!

He-- we are calling the state first thing in the morning!

I've gotta cook and clean, take care of a foster kid,

and keep this house going. I need that to work!

Sam's dad: Listen, wash dishes by hand,

you know that's the way people used to do it.

Annalisa: Well, gee, I would take some money

and hire to get it fixed but you bought

-the kid a new mitt! -Dad: I've had enough.

I've had enough, I'm outta here!

Annalisa: Don't you walk away from me.

Sam's dad: Goodbye!

Annalisa: Don't you walk away from me!

And what are you lookin' at, you little shit?

Sam's dad: Get back in the car now.

So you're not the parents of this young man?

We're his foster parents.

Boys will be boys. Right?

I mean, he's not a bad kid, really.

He did say his friend was driving the vehicle,

and someone ran them off the road.

It actually happened to me when I was around their age.

Towing company will be here shortly.

Stay out of trouble, all right?

Have a good evening.

Is everybody okay?

I don't understand, I thought you were going to the movies.

Bill, I am-- I'm so sorry,

just give me your insurance information

and I promise I will take care of everything.

There's nothing here the insurance company can't handle.

Thank you.

Come on.

Pops.

I'm really sorry.

-Hi. -Hey.

What's up?

Just waiting for you.

-Yeah, by my locker. -Yeah.

-Is that okay? -Yeah.

I like that.

You want me to take your stuff?

Rachel: Sure.

How was your day?

Well, long.

Yeah, I feel that, for sure.

Yeah.

Yeah. It's nice to see you.

You too.

Hey, how are you doing in Mr. Lodholtz's class?

I don't know.

I just need a C.

-A C? -Yeah.

It's hard.

Yeah, I know. I'm telling you.

I'm not doing too good either.

What?

Yeah, all this simile, metaphor stuff,

the classic versus contemporary, it's kicking my butt.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

That's weird because I could've sworn

that I saw your grade on last week's exam

and you got an A.

Yes.

Yes, I did.

It's hard though, I mean...

-Shut up. -(laughing)

-You wanna study? -Yeah.

-Yeah. -I do.

You busy today?

No.

Coach: What I just saw out there on that field

was despicable!

That's not what we are!

We don't play ball like that!

You wanna be hoodlums and thugs,

take it out on the street!

Because you're not gonna do it here!

I will bench your asses!

One-by-one if I have to.

He started it.

You got something you wanna say, Sam?

Then get outta my sight.

You're sacked for two games.

Nolan and Sam: But coach.

Nolan, you're this close to joining him.

You know, and as for you, the ump shared with me

what was going on at the plate.

Mm-hmm.

If I hear anything about that happening again,

you are off the team.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

So the rest of you, 6:00 am, you got poles.

Nolan.

I know.

I know.

(sighs)

Nah. I don't think you do know.

Are you willing to sacrifice everything

you've accomplished out of the loyalty for a friend?

Coach, he's not just my friend, he's my brother.

He's what's gotten me this far.

I can't just turn my back on him

because he fouls up every now and then.

Son.

You have a God-given gift.

It was gonna reveal itself

whether Sam had any influence or not.

You came into this world by yourself,

more than likely you will leave by yourself.

Nowhere is it written that you owe it to Sam

to sacrifice your hard work, your talent,

your opportunities for him.

Coach, you don't know how hard Sam has had it.

Is having it.

I understand him.

Let me talk to him, he listens to me.

Yeah, well...

Son one day you're gonna learn that you can't save everybody.

-Especially from themselves. -Coach.

I'm sorry, but you've got it wrong.

Sam is a good guy,

he needs somebody to keep him on track.

And if you can't do it, then...

-Hey. -Hey, what did Coach say?

Nothin.

Come on man, don't be like that.

Not now Sam, all right?

Well, screw you.

Screw me?

Really?

We agreed no more shit, remember?

God, how many times do I have to put my ass

out on the line for you, Sam?

You can't even go one day without some sort of screw-up.

I need a break, man.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just for a while, I need to put a little space between us.

Yeah?

If I'd have left you out there throwing baseballs

breaking windows, you wouldn't be

half the athlete you are today.

Just for a little while, Sam.

I just need a little space to myself, damn it.

Oh. I get it.

Now that you've got that new slut of a girlfriend,

you don't need me anymore, is that it?

What the fuck did you say to me?

You heard me.

What the fuck is your problem?

Do it.

Fuck.

I am not sure about this.

Geez Thomas, you are such a little bitch.

Look, I'm getting it.

If you wanna party, do it.

If you don't, fuck off.

(door slams)

-Sam: Hey, Thomas. -What?

Nothin'.

(knocking)

"My only love sprung from my only hate.

Too early seen unknown.

And known too late."

What's wrong?

Nothing, I'm just thinking about the game,

and Sam.

It's going to be okay.

It's not like it was a real loss, right?

Right.

Y'all will get 'em next time.

(laughing)

Look what I found.

Spence: You are a dead son of a bitch!

Fuck!

Get that away from me.

You know.

That's the problem with you Thomas.

You're a little pussy, you're scared to take chances,

you're scared to live a little bit.

That's why you don't have any friends.

That's why you'll always be

a fucking loser.

What are we doing?

Get out.

Just chill out, I was kidding.

Get outta the truck, Sam!

Get out!

You wanna fight?

You think you can just bully me all my life?

I am not your fucking bitch!

God!

(dialing phone)

(ringing tone)

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Nolan: Hey, what's up, man?

Anything jumping off? What you getting into?

What are you so amped up about?

Nothing.

Do I sound amped? That's weird.

Hey, have you-- have you talked to Sam?

Yeah.

I saw him earlier.

But I dumped him about an hour ago.

What do you mean?

Tommy: Look man, I can't get into it right now.

Ears in the room.

Parents have this church thing to go to,

so I'm watching the brat.

Look, man, I gotta go, all right?

I'll talk to you later.

(beep)

¶ (muffled rock music plays) ¶

Turn down that fucking music!

-(knocking) -Shit.

Great, you're who wrecked our fucking car!

He's in his room, playing that damn video game.

Ah, you got the game on.

Who's up?

-Dodgers. -Yeah?

Cardinals are playing like shit.

How's your mom?

She's good.

-Just working a ton though. -Yeah.

I see she's letting you drive again after the accident.

You know you didn't have to do that for him, Nolan.

You know, I think he's up there waiting for ya,

why don't you go check on him?

(sighs)

Thanks.

Oh, my God, Sam.

Today was incredible.

Shakespeare himself couldn't have written it better.

There's something just so amazing about her,

the way-- the way she smells...

And her eyes!

She's just so badass, man!

Sam.

Are you even listening to me?

Okay, come on.

(sighing)

Look, I know we both said some things today

that we didn't mean.

And the way I reacted was stupid.

But you know, Coach,

he was on my ass and I...

Sam? Man, I'm sorry.

Sam.

Sam?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Sam?

Sam.

Sam, buddy, come on.

Stop fooling around man, come on.

-Sam? -(heart pounding)

Sam?

Bill come here!

Sam!

Dr. Lane: Nolan. Nolan.

So what I'm trying to identify

is if you think that this use of drugs,

this addiction,

is a result of your best friend's death?

Or would you say that you could trace it back

to other events in your past?

What do you plan on doing with that, Sharon?

Leave, Daniel.

I am just asking you to please leave.

I don't wanna hurt you.

What are you gonna do, Sharon?

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do with it, Sharon?

Daniel, please!

(sobbing)

Fine.

That's all right.

Hey, Sharon.

You wanna see my curve ball?

(glass shattering)

I am so sorry.

I know you were his best friend.

But you gotta know,

nothing you could've done

would've prevented this, Nolan.

(Dad snivels)

It was outta your control.

No, I turned my back on my best friend.

That's the kind of friend I was to him,

he needed me and I wasn't there.

Nolan you need to hear me on this,

Sam made his decision.

If anybody failed in seeing what was going on here,

and doing something about it,

it was me.

I was charged with protecting him.

And I didn't.

I'm sorry, I gotta go.

Thomas.

-Let's go, take me over there. -What?

He's the reason Sam is dead, you know that.

Nolan, Sam is the reason that Sam is dead.

Besides, I don't wanna be around that guy anymore.

He literally makes my skin crawl.

-Fine. -Nolan!

Come on, man.

That guy is a maggot, you don't know what he's capable of.

Nolan.

Nolan.

-Nolan. -Rachel, not now.

-Nolan! -Rachel, I don't... What?

I've been trying to call you for the past couple of days

and I just... I'm not trying to nag you or anything,

but I just want you to know that you

don't have to be alone in this.

I know, Rachel, look, I just need some time to myself, okay?

To think.

Well, I can come with you.

-Or you can come to my house. -Rachel.

It's whatever-- I don't really care.

Rachel!

Look, I can't right now.

I gotta take care of some stuff, okay?

I'll call you later.

How was the funeral?

You know, I know...

That it seems like everything is spinning out of control,

but you gotta know that God has a greater plan.

What kind of God plans the death of a teenager?

We were all given the gift of free will.

God did not choose that for Sam.

Mom, Sam didn't choose to die either.

He was just trying to make himself feel better

after I let him down, Mom.

Okay, this was not your fault.

And I won't let you blame yourself

for something that you had nothing to do with.

Mom, it had everything to do with me.

If I hadn't told Sam...

What?

I need the car.

Why, where are you going?

Mom, I just need to take a drive. I need the car.

I cannot let what happened to Sam

happen to you.

Rachel wanted me to come by. I'm gonna go see her.

I know you're having a hard time accepting this.

But you're gonna have to learn to accept that he's gone.

And there is nothing you can do to bring him back.

I love you.

And if anything happened to you,

I would lose my mind.

Do you want me to lose my mind?

No.

What the fuck?

Boy, what the fuck is you doin'?

You fucking killed Sam.

Get the fuck away from me!

What the fuck is you talkin' about?

Get outta my crib, man.

(grunting)

Oh shit, oh shit, come on man, stop!

(Spence yells)

Come on, man!

-This is all your fault! -What, man?

Sam jacked me for my stash, I didn't give it to him.

Besides, I thought he was trying to make some bread.

I didn't know he was gonna go all Heath Ledger on me.

Liar, you're a goddamn liar!

You're a fucking liar. Don't fucking lie to me!

(groaning)

Fuck that!

That's what you want?

Boy, you don't know who the fuck you're dealing with.

I would've never hurt Sam. He's like my little brother.

And I was looking out for him before you even knew him!

Back when he was too small to look out for himself!

I knew Sam better than anybody. He was my brother!

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

-I should be with him! -What?

Come on!

He needs me there!

The fuck? You crazy!

Fuck!

Get up, kid.

Come on, man.

Don't be laying out here all night.

What the fuck.

Look, man.

You need to get your ass up.

Either get back in that car,

and drive the hell away from here,

or come inside, man.

Because you're drawing attention I don't need!

Fuck.

Come on man, come on.

Now toughen up!

It's always been me and Sam.

What the fuck am I gonna do now?

Look, man.

If you're waiting for me to say something

all profound and shit, it ain't gonna happen, man.

I ain't built like that.

If you wanna feel better,

I can help you there, man.

But it's up to you, brother.

Fuck.

(inaudible chatter)

You see, the classics are very much like...

A romantic novel.

Nolan.

(slams book)

(laughter)

Am I boring you?

No, Sir.

If I catch you sleeping in my class again,

I'm gonna write you up.

(bell rings)

Nolan.

I noticed you haven't been as focused as of lately.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, everything's cool,

I've just got a lot going on with practice

and helping my mom around the house, you know?

I understand you're dealing with a lot.

I know you're having a hard time with Sam's death.

I get it.

If you ever need someone to talk to,

my door's always open to you, all right?

Thank you, I appreciate that.

Absolutely.

Oh, and Nolan?

I meant what I said about sleeping in my class.

Yes, Sir.

See you tomorrow.

Teacher: All right.

Hey.

Rachel.

I called you yesterday. What happened?

I was busy studying.

Yeah, well I thought we were supposed to study together.

We were supposed to study together on Tuesday,

but today's Thursday, so that would mean...

I know, I know, I'm sorry.

I've been so busy lately, I lost track.

Busy doing what?

You know you're not the only one

that's ever lost a friend before.

Mourning is not an individual sport.

Look Rachel, I don't need you ragging on me too right now.

-Stop, Nolan. -What?

You don't get to walk away from me right now.

Why do you keep pushing me away?

I mean, what's going on with you?

What's going on with us?

Nothing, I just-- I have a lot on my mind.

Well, you look horrible.

Like you haven't slept or showered in days.

And I saw what you made on the exam last week.

And now Coach is pulling you from the lineup?

So that's what this is about?

You liked being able to say that you

go out with the star athlete, huh?

Stop it.

If you don't wanna be with me, then that's fine,

but it's obvious that you need help right now.

And you know no matter what's going on

between the two of us, I don't wanna see you like this.

You don't know what you're talking about!

In fact, you don't know what I need,

or anything about me.

The only person who knows those things

is Sam and you don't look like Sam to me.

No, I'm looking at him right now.

Don't you ever talk about Sam that way.

-Do you hear me? -Stop!

You don't know him!

You're gonna get yourself kicked off the team.

You shut the fuck up!

I don't need either of you

telling me what to do, all right?

-Just leave me alone! -Boy: Chill out.

Dude, fuck off!

¶ (rock music plays) ¶

(knocks)

Yo, Spence.

Hey, what's up, man?

Good afternoon, sir.

Welcome to Spence Mart.

Man, get yo ass inside, man.

What do you wanna start at?

All right, tell me, what's the deal with this?

That's the Maui Waui.

(laughing)

(coughs)

Nolan: I don't know if I'm feelin' it yet.

I can see it in your damn face you're feelin' it.

I can't tell.

If you can't tell, you high.

You trying them rings?

Get the peace.

The white lady.

Here, a little, right on your hand.

Come on, come on.

How do you do it? Just like this?

Right, real quick.

Shit.

(snorting)

(Spence laughs)

(Spence laughs)

Yeah.

Bring you right back up, man.

-Oh, man. -Yeah.

(sighing)

Spence.

I wanna do this.

Hey, put that down, man.

That's for the big boys, man.

You are not allowed, come on.

Big boys?

Spence, I'm not even that much younger than you.

Hey, listen, why do you care, if I buy it?

-You hear what the fuck I said? -It's fine.

I said that's not for you, okay?

I don't ever wanna see you touching that shit. Ever.

Comprendes?

Sorry man, I just thought that--

Hey, I don't-- I don't need you to think.

I just need you to do as I say.

God damn, you ruined my fuckin' high, man!

Shit.

Ain't it time for you to be getting home or something, man?

Come on, man.

Giving me more trouble than you're worth.

(sighing)

You still here?

(knocking)

Hey.

What are you doing here, Nolan?

Nolan: (sighs) I...

Just leave.

-Leave now. -Rachel, I'm sorry.

Yeah, and you should be.

I'm a real person, Nolan.

You can't just treat me like one of your friends.

I thought you were different.

I know.

And that's why I'm here. I'm here to apologize, okay?

Look, it took me an hour to find the perfect card.

Then it should take you less time to get back to your car.

Dad!

Give us a minute, baby doll, okay?

Sir, look, I just--

No, we need to talk.

You ever smoke a Cuban cigar?

No, Sir.

That's not what I heard.

Matter of fact, I heard that you and your friends

will smoke anything that'll light up.

Is that true?

Sir, I think that lately I've been given the wrong--

The wrong what, boy?

The wrong address?

Cause the family that lives here

is an educated family, they are a hard-working family,

they are a family that believes

that you shouldn't put shit up your nose.

They're a family that sees through bullshit.

Sir, I don't know--

Don't speak, just stand there in silence.

That's my daughter in there.

You get that?

My daughter,

she belongs to me,

and she belongs to her mother.

Not to some little punk with an arm.

You know if it was up to me,

there wouldn't be a next time.

But if there is a next time,

if you decide to open up your mouth

and disrespect my daughter,

I will come to your house in the middle of the night

and I will drag you and your drug buddies

out into the middle of the street

and I will beat your asses.

-Do you understand me? -Yes.

Don't answer, just nod your head.

God gave you a gift.

He gave you a gift.

And you can choose to either

smoke those batters,

or you can smoke crack.

The choice is yours.

You're headed down an empty road, son.

It's a dead end.

And I'll be damned if I let you,

I repeat, if I let you,

take my daughter with you.

I'm gonna give you 30 seconds to get off my property.

27.

23.

(door creaks)

Dehra: Hey, lady. You doing okay?

You don't look like yourself.

It's nothin', just...

Dealing with a lot.

Is it Nolan?

Why do you ask?

Just heard that he hadn't been doing

so well since his friend died.

If you need anything, or need to talk about anything,

I'm here for you.

What are you tryin' to say?

I'm saying that maybe you've done

all that you can do under the circumstances, Sharon.

Maybe it's time to bring in a professional.

Well, if you're suggesting that he needs counselling,

you can stop right there.

I don't know where you've been getting your ideas from,

but I am his mother,

and I am very confident...

Listen, I'm not trying to tell you how to raise your son,

by any means, come on.

I'm just saying that sometimes...

Sharon?

Sharon?

Sometimes the people that are the closest to us,

are the least likely to see the situation

for what it really is.

You have no idea what I've been dealing with.

And I would appreciate it

if you would just deal with your own kids

and stop listening to gossip,

because my son is fine.

So just back off.

Sharon, I didn't mean to offend you.

(footsteps approaching)

(knocks)

Nolan?

Nolan.

What are you doing?

Open this door, Nolan.

Open the door, Nolan.

I need to talk to you.

Mom, I'm not doing anything, just go away.

I'm fine.

I can't do that, baby.

Can you open the door, please?

Let me in, sweetheart.

Let me help you, honey.

Okay, let me in!

Let me help you!

Nolan: Mom, I don't need your help anymore,

I'm not a kid, all right? Just leave me alone!

(bubbling)

(coughs)

I'm not a kid anymore.

If you don't open this door,

I am gonna call the police!

Sounds great, Mom, call the fucking cops.

(heart beating)

Open the door, Nolan.

Can you let me help you?

Sharon: Mommy knows that you're hurting baby.

I feel great, Mom.

(pants)

As a matter of fact,

I'm gonna go flying.

What are you talking about?

I'm gonna go flying!

Fuck.

Nolan!

Open this door!

Dr. Lane: So would you say that your falling out of the window

or thinking you could fly out of the window,

would you say that's an isolated event?

Or would you say that it could be

a part of other events in your past?

I don't have an addiction, okay?

I'm not addicted to anything.

I can stop whenever I want, I just got a bad load.

You got a bad load?

Yeah.

Well, Nolan, I have been doing this for 18 years,

and I have to tell you that 99 percent of the time,

that's not true.

Honestly, Mom,

this isn't gonna happen again,

I promise you, okay?

I've been dealing with a lot right now.

You both know that.

I'm better now, I just...

I'm sorry.

My son has never been in any trouble.

I just think that he-- he's going through a phase.

Well, you know what I think?

I think that you are aiding in his addiction

by rationalizing his behavior.

And Nolan,

I think you're in denial about your addiction.

Yeah.

That's what it is.

Yeah, you're wrong.

This is bullshit.

Excuse me, Nolan, we're here to help you.

That's why we're here.

We--

Sharon, I know you think that all of your

protection and love can overcome

all of Nolan's challenges,

but I am here to tell you that his addiction

is beyond your influence.

I know that you have more knowledge in this area.

But I know my son.

And he's not just my son,

he is my best friend and if--

if we have made it this far together,

we can make it through this together.

Fine.

You choose not to continue therapy,

I can't force you.

But I want you to know that it is against my advice.

I'm not saying that

we won't continue with therapy

but my biggest concern is getting my son

back home and in school.

That's your choice.

But I am asking you to please get him in a program.

Because that is the way he'll be able to move forward,

he'll be able

to have this successful life you want for him.

I just don't want to push him too hard.

Nolan is not as tough as he comes across.

Well, this is my first time assessing your son,

but please believe me,

he is much tougher than you give him credit for.

Thank you.

And I will be in touch.

And he is not equipped to make this decision by himself.

He is a minor.

Well, how long is the wait?

So you're saying that there are only

two beds available and that my son

would have to apply for a bed?

Okay, well how long does that take?

Three weeks.

Well, my son needs help now.

Today, not in 21 days.

Your pamphlet says you can help today!

You know...

I'm a nurse,

I know that my son is not the only kid with a drug problem,

I'm not an idiot, but if you can't get him help now,

then that is false advertising!

This is it.

This is it.

I want you to go out there and do exactly what we practiced.

That's it, no more, no less.

Blood, sweat, tears.

And leave nothing to chance.

Yeah? You ready?

Team: Ready.

-Yeah? -Team: Yeah.

Let's get on the bus.

Let's go.

Hey, Coach.

What are you doing here, Nolan?

I'm here to play.

You're in no condition to play,

you know that as well as I do.

Coach just give me the chance to show you

what I can do, you won't regret it, I promise you.

Son, I warned you about the consequences of your actions.

I am here for you, but off the field.

I can't let what you're going through

affect the others by having you on the team.

So you're just writing me off?

Yeah, you know what?

I don't need you or this bullshit team!

Nolan.

Nolan!

And Mom, just rest, lots of fluids,

and two of these every 12 hours.

And he will be back to himself in no time.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

See ya, buddy.

Hey, Sharon,

I'm so sorry about our last conversation.

I was completely out...

It's getting worse.

How?

He doesn't come out of his room.

I took all the locks off the doors.

I check my bank account,

$400 is missing.

No...

And I cannot get him into rehab,

there are no beds available.

What about Doctor Lane?

Oh, my god, if I...

If I even bring up her name, he flips out.

Okay, okay, come here.

You sound like you're giving up

and there's something we can do.

(knocks)

Nolan: Hey, man.

Boy, what the hell you doin' here?

Look man, I need some...

(sniffing)

Woman: Spencer?

Hey, who's that?

That's my mother.

-You got a mom? -What?

Hey, look, man, I'm just messing.

Dude, what the fuck?

Speaking of mothers, shouldn't you be with yours?

What you worried about my mom for?

Because all good little boys need to be

spending quality time with they Moms.

Matter of fact, you need to get yo ass up off my porch,

and back to your mama.

Hey, look, man.

You gotta hook me up, you know I'm good for it.

Hook you up? Man, get the fuck up outta here.

Hey, listen, look.

I got a gold bracelet and a 36-inch TV in my car.

What can that do for me?

Come on, man.

All right man, go get that shit, man.

And when you come back, wait right here,

don't knock on this fuckin' door again.

Got ya, got ya, thank you.

Hi.

(sighing)

You sure you're ready to do this?

I have no choice.

If I don't do it now, I'm gonna lose him.

I cannot lose my only child.

I know.

Okay, well we're all set.

See you at the house, okay?

Okay.

Dehra: Bye bye!

Where are you gonna put them

when you take them outta your bag?

Doctor Morris needs them on the second floor.

Methadone?

In your personal bag?

I told you he's tougher than you think,

and this is much bigger than you are.

What the hell do you plan on doing with these? No!

What would you do?

To keep your child on this planet another day?

There are better ways to ensure

that he's gonna be okay.

Would you just listen to me?

If you get caught taking that outside this hospital,

you know you'll get put in jail.

It's a federal offense, you're a nurse,

you know that.

Thank you Cassandra, for your assistance.

I'm taking it into my own hands.

Sharon.

I understand your frustration, I do.

And you know I'm here for you.

If we do the right things now,

Nolan will be fine.

Thank you. Thank you.

Please don't do this.

Don't!

Thank you.

You're putting me in a really bad position here.

Sharon...

What the hell?

(sighs)

-Rachel: Hello? -Rachel.

I wanna see you.

No.

I don't think that's such a good idea, Nolan.

Rachel: I have to go.

Rachel, wait, Rachel!

(door slams)

Help me with the groceries?

No, the ones in the car.

Hey, how ya doin?

Just a couple more things.

Sure.

(grunting)

(Sharon shushing)

Sharon: I'm trying to...

Hey.

If you're gonna do it, you might as well do it right.

30 day supply of buprenorphine and syringes.

You really think it's gonna take that long?

I don't know, Sharon.

I'm far from being an addiction specialist.

What I do know though,

is that in order to give him

a chance to really recover,

you gotta keep him isolated.

At least until you get him into a program.

All right.

What's going on?

(Nolan yawns)

Mom?

Mom, what's going on?

I'm helping you.

Mom?

What?

You're helping me?

(snorts) Mom, get these off of me!

(groaning)

Did you do this to me?

Mom?

Ok, I know that you're upset.

But this is the only option that I have.

I can't stand by and let you kill yourself.

Mom, you...

Oh, my God.

Mom, you don't know what you're talking about.

Mom, take these off, now!

No, we will...

Get through it together.

I won't let you do this alone.

I'll be with you every step of the way

and we'll get through it together.

No, you let me go now, Mom.

You can't do this, Mom.

This has to be against the law or something.

Fuck!

Mom you don't have the right to do this.

Yes, I do!

I'm your mother.

And I would do anything to protect you.

Even if it kills me.

I have to get you well, Nolan.

Mom?

Nolan!

Nolan, stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself!

Mom, you've got me chained up,

what do you expect from me. It hurts!

(groaning)

Mom that hurts. Why do you keep doing this to me?

It's to calm you so that you don't hurt yourself.

You can't go cold turkey.

Mom, I just wanna go home.

Please, stop this.

Listen, I promise it'll be different.

I'll stop, I swear.

I can't, baby.

Not until the poison is outta your system.

We should eat.

Look, I have soup for you.

Mom, I don't want soup. I wanna go home!

Get away.

You're not going home.

(sniffles)

You're not going anywhere until you're clean.

You have a problem and this is

the only way I know how to fix it.

To keep me handcuffed to the wall?

You gave me no choice!

You think I want to treat you like this?

Can you loosen these handcuffs at least?

They're killing my wrists.

Please?

Ow.

Sharon: Sorry.

You gotta eat.

If you don't eat, you can't get better,

if you don't get better, you can't go home.

Here.

At least have some water.

You need to drink this.

Come on.

I hate you.

If you need to go to the bathroom,

I have a bedpan for you.

I love you.

Tommy: Hey, Mrs. Adamson?

Hello, Thomas.

Hey, I was just wondering if I could stop by

and see Nolan. Or is it a bad time?

I am just on the way out.

Oh, I, we just...

I haven't seen him around in a while.

Well, he's doing much better now.

He went to spend a few weeks

with my parents in Kansas.

Wanted a break from everything

and we just thought it was best that we didn't tell anyone.

Okay.

The next time that you see him,

can you please tell him that the team

-misses him and we said hello? -Sharon: Yes.

We hope he gets better soon.

Thank you, Thomas. I will.

(groans)

(distorted voice) I been watchin' you boy.

You learned to throw a curve ball

just like your Pa.

(tapping)

(distorted voice) You got scouts...

Coming out to your games?

I bet you think...

you're gonna get a scholarship.

And then it's off to the pros!

(laughing)

(distorted voice) Well, I got some news for you, son.

You ain't no better than me.

(glass breaking)

(distorted voice) You're a chip off the ol' dung heap!

That's my blood flowing through your veins,

which means you ain't never gonna be shit!

(crying)

(distorted voice) Just like your pa.

What are you doing?

Stay away from me.

(distorted voice) So let's see

what you got.

No, get away!

(yells) Nolan!

(yells) Nolan!

(yells) Nolan!

(groaning)

-You're not real. -Sharon: Nolan!

Where are you?

Nolan, answer me!

(groaning)

Daniel: She tried to ruin it for me too.

I'm nothin like you!

Just stay away! Go away!

(crying)

You can't escape your fate, boy.

It's just a matter of time till you end up just like me.

(crying)

(shushing)

It's okay.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, how's it going?

I thought he was locked up tight.

He could've died out there.

I don't know if I can do this.

It's a lot harder than I thought.

Okay, Sharon,

when I told you all you had to do was call me,

I meant it.

I know.

I am just so used to doing everything on my own.

You ask people for help and they feel like

they can criticize you or judge you.

Trust me, I have made plenty of mistakes,

I have no room to judge you.

Sharon, let me help.

Could you bring me some bandages

and supplies?

I don't think I can leave him alone again.

Okay. No problem.

If I leave now, I can be with you within the hour. Okay?

-I'll see you soon. -Okay.

Thank you.

I need a shot.

It's not time for another shot.

You haven't given me one in two days,

I need another one now, Mom.

Come on, please.

Tomorrow.

(screaming)

-No! -Give it to me!

(screaming)

This is not the way a mother is supposed to treat her son!

Look at me!

Can't you see what you're doing to me?

I am trying to save you.

You're killing me.

Sharon: I am protecting you.

No.

You're trying to ruin my life.

Just like you did Dad's!

Yeah, you're the reason he's dead!

That is not true.

Do not say that.

Yeah! That's what's happening.

You are all I have.

Everything I have ever done has been for you.

I have done everything I can do to protect you!

No, you didn't.

You were only protecting yourself!

Why didn't we just leave?

You were just too young to understand--

You're a lying bitch!

(groaning)

God, I'm sorry!

Just get away from me!

Just leave me alone!

Mom! Mom!

Give me the gun, boy.

You're too little to have such a big toy.

I said give me the gun!

(groans)

(distorted voice) I said give me the gun, boy!

(groans)

(gunshots)

Sharon: Baby, wake up!

Wake up, Nolan!

(screams) Nolan!

Give me the key to the cuffs, give me the key.

Please, wake up. Wake up, baby!

Sharon: He's not breathing!

I gave him the wrong things!

Let me get at him.

My baby!

(sobbing)

(screams) No!

Wake up!

Sam: Come on, Nolan.

Trust me. She'll be okay.

Nolan: I've missed you.

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