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- Yeah, Shirley?

- Mr. Bloch, I
put the updated blueprints

of the new wing on your
desk for your review.

I had set a meeting for you
with our team Thursday

- Yeah, I
saw that. Thanks.

- Phil Bronwin
from Crown Bank called,

requesting a lunch
meeting this week.

He suggested Thursday
at one o'clock.

I can reschedule your
CPA meeting to Wednesday.

- Great.

- Oh, one last
thing.

Just a reminder to
pick up your father

for the party today
at five o'clock.

Carlos will wait with him

outside the nursing home.

- Thanks, Shirley.

I gotta take this call
on the other line.

Hey, Rachel.

- Hi, Daniel.

- Hey.

Look at you.
- Wow.

- You look great.

- Thank you.

- It's
been, what, 20 years?

- Actually, yeah, 20.

- Gives you a new perspective.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Kind of exciting even, isn't it?

- Mm, yeah.

And why would you
only squeeze me in

for 45 minutes?

- Because that's
what you wanted.

I told you, today, I
only had 45 minutes.

That's what you preferred.

Tomorrow, I had all
the time in the world,

you know?
- Mm.

- But you wanted today.

Why did you prefer today?

- You offered 45 minutes.

Let's have our 45 minutes then.

- I could've met you
for two hours tomorrow.

You insisted on today.

- Never mind, it's
not important.

It's okay.

It's fine.

- You know, I've been, um,

actually thinking
about you recently,

and, and about those days.

We really had some pretty
wonderful times, didn't we?

All those trips.

Funny place we had
up on 110th Street.

Laughing, fighting,
screaming.

Your belly dancing.

- Flamenco.

- Yeah, right.

You keep that up, the dancing?

- No.

I wish.

- So how you been
all these years?

You, you still up in Canada?

- Yes.

You're just a very polite man.

This whole meeting's a
pain in the ass for you.

- Back to that,
it's not true.

I was really happy
to hear from you.

- Never mind, I'm
sorry.

- Who is that singer that you
used to be so crazy about?

You sang her songs all the time.

Sanson, Veronique Sanson.

You still listen to her?

Rachel, why are you crying?

- I came all this way
just to talk to you.

- It's okay, we're talking.

I'm sorry if, if I hurt you.

I...

Sometimes in the middle
of very busy lives-

- When I moved back to
Canada after we split up,

uh, I found out I
was, I was pregnant,

and I gave birth to Allen,

most beautiful
baby in the world.

Two months
ago, he turned 19.

He's such a, such a special boy.

Sort of takes after
you.

Anyway, I never
told you about him

because I, I knew
you didn't want kids.

You really didn't want kids.

And I didn't want
anything from you.

I didn't want your help.

Everything was,

everything was fine.

- Just wanted to let you
know that we've run out

of the veal.
- We're gonna,

we're gonna need a few
more minutes. Thank you.

- Sure, sorry.

- And I'm sorry.

God.

I'll be right back.

- Hello, Mr. Bloch.

- Yeah, uh, Shirley, could you
try to track down my lawyer?

See if, uh, he's available
in half an hour or so.

- Perry or Jane?

- Yeah, Perry.

- All right, I'll
reach out to him right now.

- Yeah, I may need
to talk to him.

Thank you. Bye.

- I'm sorry.

Two weeks ago, he took my car

and, uh, he had an accident.

He was on a bridge,

and the car veered
off, and he died.

I wanted to tell you.

You're his father, aren't you?

His father.

- Hi, Perry.

- Hi, Daniel.

Shirley asked me
to be available.

You still need me?

- Oh, no, it's okay.

- Okay, good.

Uh, any thoughts on the
agreement I sent you?

- Not yet.

Let's take a look
at it tomorrow.

- I'm still struggling
with two of the points there,

just so you know, but it's okay.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, Carlos.

- Hey.

- Hey, Pop. How are you?

There you go.

I got your belt.

Okay, sit back.

Sit back.

- It's so
good to see you.

You made it.

- Shh.

Thank you, everyone.

- Hello, Mr.
Bloch.

I booked you on the
earliest flight out

of LaGuardia next
Tuesday as you requested

with a return
Wednesday afternoon.

The driver will meet
you at the gate.

I'll send you the full
itinerary right away.

Goodnight, Mr. Bloch.

- Ladies
and gentlemen,

this is your captain
speaking.

It's a bit overcast
in Toronto today.

The temperature is
20 degrees Celsius.

We wish you a pleasant
stay,

and thank you for
flying with us.

- We're arriving
in Hamilton, Mr. Bloch.

- Excuse me, Father.

- Yes?

- I'm here for Allen Hilu.

Is the service here?

- Yes, I'm waiting
for them as well.

You can wait here with me.

- Ah, thank you.

It was supposed to start
10 minutes ago, wasn't it?

- Yes, it seems they're
running a little late.

- I see.

- Uh, I'll be right back.

- Hi, this is
Rachel.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

- Yeah, hi, Rachel.

It's Daniel and
I've just arrived.

I'm at the cemetery.

Everything okay?

Uh, you're on your way, right?

Anyway, I'm here waiting.

Bye.

- Uh, I'm afraid
I can't wait any longer.

I'll go recite a
prayer over the grave,

as Mrs. Hilu requested.

Uh, if you wish, you're,
uh, welcome to join me.

- Sure, yeah, I'll
come with you.

- Okay.

Well.

Uh, who was he to you?

- He was a family member.

- Oh.

"Thou preparest
the table before me

in the presence of mine
enemies.

Thou anointest my head with
oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely, goodness and
mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever."

Amen.

You may say a few
words now if you wish.

- No, I, I think I won't.

- Oh, anything at all that
you wish to say to him.

Anything at all.

Okay.

- Hello?

- Hello, Daniel?

- Yeah.

- This is Robert
Hilu speaking, Rachel's

- Oh, hi.

Uh, I'm just driving back
from the cemetery right now.

- Yeah, we
just got your message.

We're really sorry.

Rachel didn't think you'd
come.

That's why we
didn't get in touch.

Rachel's been in the
hospital for two days now.

They think it might be
some autoimmune disease.

She's being treated
with steroids.

I'm really sorry.

- God, that's
awful.

How's she feeling now?

- It's really
difficult for her.

Painful.

She's had two terrible days,
but now she's sleeping,

and I think she'll be
discharged in another day or

- I'm
leaving tomorrow night.

Thank you.

Uh, maybe I can come visit her

in the hospital in the morning.

- Uh, that
might be a problem.

She doesn't want anyone
seeing her like this.

But I'll be in touch with
you sometime tomorrow

should anything change.

- All right.

I'm at The Walper Hotel
until tomorrow afternoon.

- Fine.

A- and again, sorry,
Daniel.

- I'm sorry. Bye.

- We add a labor market

that is extremely strong.

- This
more resilient economy

in this more persistent

place than today

is in fact pushing
the Fed to be-

- Hello?

- Good
evening, Mr. Bloch.

You have a guest waiting
for you in the lobby.

- Uh, okay, I'll be right down.

Uh, just, uh, who is it?

Hey, there's someone
waiting for me.

- Daniel?

Hi, uh, I, I'm Mikey.

I was Allen's best friend.

- Oh, hi.

Hey, nice to meet you.

- Uh, Robert and Rachel
told me that you were here.

- Okay, great.

- Could we?

- Sure.

- Well, I just had to see you.

It's unbelievable.

- What is?

- You're Allen's dad.

- Yes,
that's right, yeah.

- He would've been
really happy to meet you.

- You think so?

- Definitely.

- So how, how did you guys meet?

You were in school together?

- It's funny, uh,

our school's right across
the street from here.

It's the, uh, big red
one with the bricks

and the four pillars.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

You know, when Allen
and I first met,

uh, we got to talking

and we found out that
we both played music.

Allen played piano.

I play the cello.

- Allen was a pianist?

- Yeah, he was incredible.

A virtuoso.

He played Bach like
nobody's business,

and he was crazy
romantic.

We got into a lot of
arguments about it.

- Oh, that's wonderful.

So what about some other
regular stuff, sports?

- Oh.

Hamilton Bulldogs.

Yeah, we're their biggest fans.

It's kind of amazing,

you really don't resemble
each other at all,

except the chin.

The lips.

Lips are the same.

- So what about a girlfriend?

Did he have one?

What?

He didn't like girls?

- Why? Because I
look gay to you?

- No, not at all.

I was just wondering.

- Allen
was really into girls,

which was too bad for me,

but, uh, the girls
weren't really into Allen

because of the
problem with his leg.

- What problem?
- Well, he was born with one

of his legs an inch and a
half shorter than the other.

You could hardly tell, but he
wore these, um, platform shoes

and long pants to cover it up.

I mean, it was
barely noticeable.

- So he had a limp.

- No, no, the thick sole
evened out the limp.

- Rachel didn't tell me.

- Listen, Daniel,
um, I came here also

because there's something
that I wanted to ask you,

and I'm hoping
that you'll say yes

because I'm in a
little bit of trouble.

- Okay. What is it?

- Al and me, our problem was,

is that we never had enough
money, and so we decided to...

This is gonna sound
bad, but it really isn't.

We decided to buy some weed.

Uh, we were just gonna
sell it to our friends.

We got two pounds of it,

thinking that that
would tie us a bit.

- Two pounds?

- But like, it
wasn't a major risk

because it's just recreational

and they don't make a big
deal about it over here.

When Allen was in the accident,

our stash was in
the car with him,

and the guy who sold it to
us wants his money back.

- Mm.

- Daniel, it's $5,000, and
I can't do that on my own.

And I was thinking that
maybe you could help out

with Allen's share.

- Okay, I'll think about it.

So tell me more about,
uh, the music you played.

Where did you play?

- Look, I'm, I- I'm really
in a lot of trouble.

- I hear you.

I'll seriously think about it.

- Look, maybe we
did something wrong,

but you're Allen's dad.

If you help me out,

you'd be getting out of a
huge mess with this guy, and-

- Mikey, I promise you, I
will, I will give it a thought.

Okay?

You can't expect I'm gonna
take out a checkbook,

I'm gonna write a check right
now for you at this moment.

- Uh, actually, yeah,
that's what I was-

- Wait.

Let's wait a little bit.

- Why not? I don't get it.

- You're actually asking
me to finance a drug deal.

I'm sorry.

- You're not sorry.

And I know you're
a guy with money.

You own a factory.

You could help me out.

Maybe it's better that Allen
didn't get to see you now.

He wouldn't be too proud of you.

- Good morning.

Good morning.

- Uh, I'm sorry,
should I wait outside?

- No, we're in a meeting.

How, how can I help you?

Did we have something scheduled?

- No, no, no, no.

I'm, I'm Daniel Bloch,
Allen's father, Allen Hilu.

- Oh, hello.

Oh, please, accept
my condolences.

We were devastated
to hear the news.

I truly am sorry for your loss.

We've only met Allen's mother.

You have my deepest sympathies.

- Thank you.

- Please, please, have a seat.

Uh, can I get you anything?

- No, I'm good.

- Martha is our
school counselor.

- Hello.

- It's a terrible
loss, just a tragedy.

Such a charming, quiet young man

with the most intelligent eyes.

He tended to keep to
himself, you know.

He wasn't a very talkative boy,

but you could feel his strength.

He had strength.

He was truly
remarkable, your son.

- Thank you.

What did you mean when you
said he kept to himself?

He had no friends?

- We have very few students

from his part of
town, unfortunately.

Not that we're not
making an effort,

but they do tend to
keep to themselves.

- Yes, of course, yeah.

You know, I was looking at
the class photos out here.

I didn't see him.

- I believe he was
no longer in school

when that photo was taken.

- Are you telling me
he never graduated?

- Look, Mr. Bloch,

Allen did something
that was very serious

that required a swift and
severe reaction on our part.

He sprayed an enormous,
most-vulgar graffiti piece

on the wall facing the school.

Terrible lewd things
about his teacher, Alice.

It was absolutely
humiliating for her.

Very difficult to bear.

- So what did he write?

What, what kind of things?

- Look, I suggest...

You know, there were
some wonderful things

about Allen, you know?

He, he, he was one of the best
pianists we've ever had here.

- He played beautifully.

- Yeah, thank you.

You know, I, I really
would like to know.

So if it's all right with you,

can you tell me exactly
what he wrote on the wall?

- I think that would be a
mistake, but as you wish.

Here, I'll show you.

Come on.

There you are.

We'll paint over it
when we paint the rest

of the building, but.

- I don't read French.

Could you translate it for me?

- Yes.

Uh, Alice is also our French
literature teacher, so.

It says,

"If you place one foot
by the school gate,

another by the library,

you can sit on the roof of
the junior student building

and, uh, let the
turret penetrate you.

Then lean your
body forward a bit

and rub your clit on
the gymnasium roof.

And when you've finished
moaning and groaning,

we'll sit on a bench, and I'll
embrace you, and we'll talk."

- It's a poem.

It's a poem.

I mean, I, I
apologize, of course,

for any offense to the teacher,

but that, that's, that's a
love poem, don't you think?

- No, it's demeaning.

He took one of our
teachers, Alice,

and paraded her naked
through the school courtyard.

It, it was very difficult.

Obviously, if, if he
writes about his teacher

using crude language, it's
gonna be a little shocking.

But poetry does
that, doesn't it?

It's meant to be shocking.

You know, it's a beautiful poem.

It's wonderful.

- Mr. Bloch, clearly,

you and I have a very
different opinion about art.

- But for the life of me,

I can't imagine why you
would expel a kid like that

because of a poem.

- Because
it's not a love poem.

Look, I, I'm sorry.

You can call anything
a love poem these days,

but that's not a love poem.

And we truly
mourn with you.

It's a terrible loss.

And now we have to go.

The bell has rung and
we have a staff meeting.

- Look, I don't want you
to miss your staff meeting.

I, I, I just wanna
tell you what happened

after you expelled him.

He started dealing drugs.

Yes.

Allen bought
a big load of weed

with a friend of his and
they intended to sell it.

And from my point of view,

I don't know.

- Hey, excuse me, but
we really must go.

- I think you need to
consider reinstating him

to the school, reinstate
him, give him his diploma.

I think you've
gotta add his photo

to the graduation class
picture out there.

I mean, it's the least that
you can do to correct this.

- Okay, listen, Daniel.

Let us see what we can
do about it, all right?

And I promise I'll
get back to you.

Now, we really have
to get to our meeting.

Stay if you wish.

- Game.

- Nice, we win.
- Whoa.

- Are you Allen's dad?

- Yes.

Why?

- I heard that Allen's
dad was here at school.

- And who are you?

- But Allen's dad is dead.

He drowned.

- What do you mean he drowned?

- He was a piano
player who drowned.

- Well, I was a pianist, yeah.

- I'm Lillian.

I was his girlfriend.

Nice to meet you.

- You, too.

How old are you?

You look really young.

- I'm 16.

- 16?

Ah.

So there's a three-year
difference between you two.

That's a lot at
your age, isn't it?

- No.

He even lived with us.

- What do you mean? He
didn't live at home?

- No, he lived with us.

He shared a room with my granny.

- Ah.

Why didn't he live at home?

- Because he fought
with them all the time,

his mom and Robert.

- So he didn't sleep
at his own home at all?

- No.

He slept at ours with
his mouth open like this,

like he was dead.

- Yeah, well,
that's how he slept.

And your parents?

Did they like him?

Did...

How did it go?

- Well, my dad was in
prison most of the time,

and my mom spoiled
him rotten with food,

and I was his woman.

What guy wouldn't want that?

- You're right.

- Allen is the love of my life.

I'll never love anyone
like that ever again.

- You're very young.

There'll be plenty of other
big loves, I promise you.

- Never.

And he didn't even love me.

He was in love with
Alice, his teacher.

- Alice from the poem?

- Yeah.

- What did you mean when you
said he was in love with her?

Was, uh, something
going on between them?

- No, no.

But he thought she was
the most beautiful woman

in the world, and he talked
about her all the time

and followed her around.

And after he died, I
found a notebook filled

with poems that he
wrote about her.

But she didn't want him, so
he always came back to me.

- Do you think that I
could see that notebook?

I'd like to.

- Sure, of course.

- Hey, Rachel.

I'm spending another
night here at the hotel.

I'm meeting Allen's friends.

But I'm waiting
to hear from you,

so let me know what's
going on, okay?

Hope you're feeling better.

Bye.

- This is where it
happened, the accident.

- Alice?

- Yes.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm Daniel, Allen's father.

- Oh.

Hi.

Yeah, Principal Thomas told
me you came by to see him.

He said you wanted
Allen's picture added

to his graduation photo.

- Oh.

- I think
you're absolutely right.

You know, he's doing it.

He's gonna add it.

- Really?
- Yeah, mm-hmm.

- Well, that's great.

That makes me very happy.

I'm glad to meet you.

- Really
glad to meet you, too.

- Yeah, well, I feel I
know you really well.

I was up all night reading that,

all the poems and thoughts
Allen had about you.

That whole notebook
is about you.

- Yeah.
- Wonderful stuff in there.

He wrote so beautifully.

- Yes, he did.

I know all about the notebook.

We talked about it a lot.

Obviously, it wasn't something
that could be acted on,

uh, given the age difference

and the fact that
I was his teacher.

That was clear.

- Well, he never
stopped praising you.

- Oh, you know,
when you're in love,

you tend to exaggerate things.

- He also wrote that you were
the saddest woman he knows.

- It's funny,
he loved my sadness.

- And you, did you love him?

- Well, I couldn't return
his love the way he wanted,

but he knew I was
very fond of him.

- Do you think he suffered?

- Oh, no, no.

I, in fact, I think he
kind of enjoyed it a bit.

- Really?

Well, I hope so.

- Well, it was
lovely to meet you.

- Yeah.
- Sorry for your loss.

- Alice, um, I'm
actually on my way

to the cemetery right now,

and uh, I know
this is a big ask,

but I have so many
questions about Allen.

You know, it'd be really
great if you could join me

or you could just continue
talking about him.

It would be really terrific.

- That's a really
wonderful thought,

and, and thank you
for inviting me.

Unfortunately, I, I can't today.

I have to go to an event.

Um, but I'll promise
I'll go visit his grave

in the next few days.

- Yeah, well, I
think that's probably

what he would want the most.

- Of course.

And I'll definitely do it.

- Well, uh, how about
in a couple of hours,

we, after your event, we go?

Alice, I really didn't do
anything for him as a father.

So if I have the choice
to be able to do something

for him now that would
make him happy, I-

- And I just promised you

that I would go see him
in the next couple days.

You did that.

It's because of you.

- All right.

- All right.

- Alice, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I don't wanna be rude.

I just, there's something
that keeps bothering me

and I wanna ask you about it.

Allen was
basically an, an okay kid.

He didn't have any major
mental issues or anything.

And I'm asking myself,

how does he fall so in love
with you so one-sidedly?

I mean, did he
misinterpret something?

Or maybe subconsciously you
did something to encourage him?

- I did not encourage him,

consciously or
subconsciously, all right?

And I really have to go now.

Goodbye.

- Hey.

You have a trowel that I
could borrow for a minute?

- Pleasure.

- Great, thanks.

She's very beautiful.

- Thank you.

- Daniel.

- Jacob, it's a pleasure.

- Yeah.

Your daughter?

- Yes.

She really was quite beautiful.

People couldn't take
their eyes off her,

just like you right now.

- A redhead.

- A redhead with
not one freckle.

She was an angel.

Everywhere she went,

she was the most beautiful
creature in the room

and I was the proudest father.

But I was afraid.

I was always afraid.

- Afraid of what?

- Well, she wasn't only the
best student in the class,

she was a talented violinist
from the time she was seven.

She was perfect.

And I was terrified.

So I put her down.

I made up negative things
to say to people about it,

'cause people, their
envy, their resentfulness.

The evil eye, I knew
it would come one day.

I was waiting for it.

- And what?

What, she get sick?

- Suddenly, apparently, for
no reason, at the age of 12,

our daughter became sad.

At first, my wife and I
thought it was hormones

or maybe someone had
hurt her, but no.

All that beauty, all
that intelligence,

it was all wrapped up
in this endless sadness

as if something
inside her had died.

She never smiled anymore.

Then her 18th
birthday, she, uh...

We were away.

I'm not mad at her.

I'm not angry.

She just couldn't
take it any longer.

- Terrible.

Allen, my son,

19 years old, he was a pianist.

Died in a car accident.

- I'm so sorry.

- So you and your wife,
you come here all the time?

It looks so nice.

Look at this.

- No, it's just me.

My, my wife, Sonia,
doesn't wanna come.

She, uh, she just keeps going on

as if Elizabeth is still alive.

It's, it's awful.

- A real beauty.

You know, you got a, a
little water damage coming

in the corner over here.

You might wanna seal that up.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Nice meeting
you.

- You, too.

- Hello, Mr.
Bloch.

I've canceled all your
meetings

for the next two days,
as you've requested.

Ernest Friar from OCL
may give you a call.

He seems anxious to talk.

You still have that meeting
with the municipality

over the zoning bylaw change
on the books for next week.

It might be hard to push.

I'll try to switch
it to a Zoom call.

Have a good night. Mr.
Bloch.

- It's all
about the trends,

wants to see a downtrend

that's convincing.

- Bonjour.

- Bonjour.

What's this?

What's going on?

- I'd like to sit in on
your class if that's okay.

- I'm afraid that's
not gonna be possible.

- The principal gave
me his permission.

- Permission?

For what exactly?

- Uh, to be here,

to be here in the classroom
where Allen studied.

I understand this
is the classroom.

- Yes.

All right.

Very well.

- I'd also like to be in his
chair if that's possible.

- Sure.

Um, all right, you would
have to move over there then.

Anna, would you please make
space for Mr. Bloch, please?

- Ah, thank you.

- Let me just explain to
the class what's going on.

- Yeah, sure.

- So, Mr. Bloch, Daniel,
um, is Allen Hilu's dad,

a terrific student who
studied here last year, um,

and uh, who died, unfortunately,
in a car crash last month.

I'm sure you've heard about it.

Yeah?

- I'm not sure, but I
think Allen once told me

that his real father was dead.

I was his neighbor.

I know his stepfather,
too, Robert.

- Yes, um, I believe
Allen didn't know

His mother never told him.

And I believe Daniel didn't
know about Allen either.

- Why
didn't she tell him?

- Uh, well, every family
deals with situations

in different ways, and
we have to respect,

um-
- Excuse me, may I?

- Sure.

- Allen's mother didn't tell
me she was pregnant with Allen

because she knew I
wouldn't want the child.

She knew me very well.

Sorry to say she was right.

Um, but I'm gonna
tell you something now

that's a little, um,
a little difficult.

From my earliest memory,
my father beat me.

Terrible beatings till I was 17.

And when I became an adult,

every time I thought about
having children, I got scared.

I was scared that
maybe I would beat them

like my father beat me.

And that fear made me not wanna
bring kids into the world.

And that's why Allen's
mother didn't tell me

that she was pregnant and
didn't tell Allen about me.

- So you never had kids?

- Uh, I, I think
we need to respect

Daniel's privacy.
- It's all right, Alice.

I, I brought it up.

No, I don't have any kids.

No, um, except Allen, of course.

- How'd he beat you?

Uh, what'd he use?

- Everything.

Mostly a belt.

Sometimes his bare fist.

Sometimes a stick.

Kicking, too, you know.

He liked to mix it up.

- And what did you do?

- Oh, I, I just, you know,
put my hands up like this

to protect my head.

- Do you still talk to him?

- Yeah, but I don't
really talk to him.

He's in a nursing home now.

He doesn't speak.

His memory's pretty gone now,

so I just go there
and sit next to him.

- Do you love him?

- All right, that's
enough for now.

- No.

I don't think I do.

- Daniel.

Hey.

I wanted to thank you.

And I also wanted to apologize.

- I wanted to apologize as well.

- Weren't you supposed
to go back home already?

- Yeah, but Rachel,
Allen's mother,

is getting out of
the hospital tonight,

so I'll go visit her
and leave tomorrow.

- Right.

Well, look, um, I still
can't go to the cemetery

with you today,
but if you'd like,

maybe we could
have coffee nearby.

- Sure, yeah.

- Okay.

My father
died a year ago.

- Hmm.

- So I'm sorry, it might've
been too much for me.

- I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

No, I, um, I didn't
mean to pressure you.

- Oh, that's all right.

You know, Allen was
actually wonderful about it.

A few days after it happened,

he got the whole class to
write me condolence letters,

and he brought me
a stack at night.

It was very loving,

very comforting.

He saw me crying one time

and, uh, he immediately
came over to hug me.

It was a mistake,

way too close between a
teacher and a student,

but, uh, I couldn't help it.

- Mm-hmm.

And it helped?

- It did, yeah.

I probably needed
a hug, but still.

- A student can get confused.

- Yes, yes.

- A teacher?

Maybe a little?

- No, I don't think so.

But I do see genetics
at work here.

You two are very much alike.

Very tenacious, you
don't give up easy.

But the dumbest mistake
I made with Allen

is that I agreed to
go see his band play.

This is it.

Shh, there's somewhere
in the corner.

So this is the stage
where they played,

and, uh, Allen was at the piano

in the corner there.
- Yeah?

- My table was right there
by the column.

- Many people?

- It was packed.

- Yeah, great, great.

- Allen wouldn't
stop staring at me.

- Well, he was
obviously very excited

having you here in the audience.

- Yes, but it was too much.

He wouldn't take his eyes
off of me.

People in the audience
were starting to notice.

When it was over,
he came up to me

and he asked me to kiss him.

He was basically
begging me to kiss him.

- Did you?

- No, I didn't.

Excuse
me, can I help you?

- So, sorry.

We were, uh, we were just
looking at somethin'.

We're leaving.

All right, here we are.

This is where I live.

On the second floor.

It really was a pleasure.

- Yeah, for me, too.

Had a really nice time.

- You know, Allen used to sit
on that bench and watch me.

He'd watch the building.

He would sit there
for hours sometimes.

- Alice, you are charming
and you're special,

and everything Allen
said about you,

I embrace wholeheartedly.

- Oh, thank you.

- You mind if I sit on
the bench for a while?

- You're
kidding, right?

- No, not all, no.

- Okay.

Be my guest.

Goodbye.

- Goodnight.

Allen?

- Dad.

- You play beautifully.

- You think so?

- Absolutely.

- So did you meet her?

- Yes, I did.

She said the most
wonderful things about you.

She wouldn't stop
talking about you.

- So, you think she
really likes me?

- I have no doubt that, if
circumstances were different,

she would wanna be with you more

than anything in
the whole world.

- I'm well aware of
the circumstances.

- But Allen, my son,
my sweet, sweet boy,

you can do something about this.

You can meet someone else.

You know, there's so
many, so many girls,

wonderful girls,
beautiful girls out there.

Dark-haired girls, blondes,

even terrific redheads
with no freckles.

- It's starting.

Come on.

(woman continues moaning

It's okay.

You can do it, too.

- No, I'm good, I'm good.

Hi, Rachel. How are you?

Robert?
- Daniel.

Pleasure to meet you.

- Thank you.

- Yes, come on in.

- Thank you.

- Of course.

Um, have a seat.

- Yeah.

- Rachel will be
here in a second.

- Ah, good.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Hi, Daniel.

- How you feeling?

- I'm okay.

So sorry that
it all happened this way.

I had an inflammation
like this when I was 16,

but nothing since.

- You know what?

I will, um, get us
something to drink, hmm?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- I'm very glad I came here.

- Oh.
- Very.

- You got around a little bit.

- Yeah.

I went to the club
where he played.

I met Mikey and Lillian.

I read the notebook
that he kept-

- Hmm.

- Poems and letters
that he wrote.

Rachel, he was a
fantastic writer.

I know I'm,

I'm biased, I guess, but he,

I think he was a real artist.

- You're slowly discovering
how amazing he was.

- Yeah.

- Hmm.

- And I also met his
teacher, Alice, you know,

who was wonderful.

- Where did you meet her?

- Oh, at school.

I met her at school, yeah.

She's the one who showed me
the club where he played.

I also saw the spot where
the accident happened.

You okay?

- Ah, Daniel.

You meant well,
but, um, it's not...

She's, she's a
curse, this woman.

She destroyed his life.

In a few years, he
could've met a girl his age

or even a bit younger.

He would've married her, and
I would've been so proud,

making the rounds with
the guests at the wedding.

I already planned on asking
everyone to dress in white.

Instead, I buried him.

- I'm so sorry.

- And I'm such a fool.

He came to me in a dream.

He always comes to me in dreams.

And he asked me to put
her photo by his grave.

Like an idiot, I went to the
cemetery, and I dug a hole,

and I put a photo by his grave.

Here you go.

- What's this?

- A police summons.

She filed a complaint
against him,

that wonderful teacher of his.

- Alice?

- Yeah.

- I don't believe it.

- He sat on the bench by
her apartment building

and wouldn't leave.

He just sat there.

And for the last two
weeks of his life,

he had lost his mind.

He found out she was having
an affair with the principal,

and that drove him
absolutely mad.

- Which principal?

Is it Thomas?

- Mm, yeah.

- I can't believe it.

- That's
what happened.

- What was she doing
with the principal?

He's so slick.

- So she likes slick men.

What does it matter
now, Daniel?

- I can't believe it.

I just...

Why would she go to the police
over something like that?

- Doesn't matter
anymore, Daniel.

I know that you also spoke with
the school principal, yeah.

And you, you demanded.

That was very nice.

But that's not how we do
things around here.

In any case, I wanna
thank you for coming.

But please, if you just go
back to your life in New York,

and I will invite you to
every memorial service

that we will have in the future.

- Sure.

Yeah, I'll fly back today.

- Thank you, Daniel.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for everything.

- Daniel, what
are you doing here?

- May I?

- Sure.

Please.

- Can you please
explain this to me?

- What is this?

- Rachel received
it this morning.

- Daniel, at some point, um,

I didn't really have another
option, so I filed a complaint.

- So why didn't you
tell me about it?

- Because I don't know.

- You and I walked around
half the day yesterday.

Why didn't you tell me?

How could a thing
like this happen?

You file a, a complaint
against Allen.

Why?

- I couldn't take
it anymore, Daniel.

He wouldn't leave me alone.

I couldn't take it.

- Okay.

But why do you bring
the police into it?

That's what I don't understand.

He was your student.

What kind of a
teacher does that?

Calls the cops on a
student who loves her.

One night, you go and
you listen to his music.

The next day, you
make a complaint to

- I told you, it was a
mistake to go to his show.

- Whose mistake?

Yours.

This is a kid who was
writing you poetry.

He's arranging condolence
letters from the class.

He gives you hugs to
make you feel better.

This is the most innocent
childlike love there is.

And what do you do? You
call the cops on him.

- I couldn't take it anymore.

He sat on that bench
all day and all night.

- So what?

Is that reason enough
to go to the police?

It, it was the same
day as the accident.

The cops show up, he takes
off, and he has the accident.

- I didn't know what else to do.

- You betrayed him.
You betrayed him.

It was your fault that
he ran from the cops

and he got killed.

It's insane.

- You're insane.

It was abuse.

He was torturing me.

He wouldn't leave me alone.

He followed me
everywhere I went.

He threatened me.

He said, if I was seeing someone
else, he would harm them.

He called me all the
time to see where I was.

He was ruining my life.

I didn't know what else to do.

I couldn't stand the
sight of him anymore.

I couldn't stand him.

I'm sorry.

- Excuse me.

Can we, can we turn around?

I'd like to go to the Gates
of Heaven Cemetery, please.

- Sir, if we
do that, you'll be late.

- Eh, it's all right,
I can be a little late.

Enough already.

You gotta forget about
her, enough.

- Daniel.

Would you care to join
me?

Today's Elizabeth's birthday
and I brought some wine.

- Yeah, sure, of course.

- Good.

- Yeah.

- Oh, and I had it
framed, as you suggested.

It's waterproof,
snow-proof, everything.

- That's perfect.

You know, I'm on my
way back to New York.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Oh.

Here you go.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Look at her.

If Allen had met Elizabeth,

he would've fallen
in love with her.

She's so right for him.

The whole course of his
life would've changed.

Maybe everything would've
turned out differently, yeah.

- Sometimes I think about
what could've happened

if Elizabeth had met
someone and fallen in love.

- I'm sure they
would've fallen in love.

And her depression
wouldn't have bothered him.

He would've made her laugh.

He would've given himself
completely to her.

He would've been
crazy about her.

He would've written her poems.

He would've,

he would've been all over her.

He was very, very sensual,

Allen.
- Oh, please.

- No, no, I'm, I'm, I'm talking
about them being together

as a couple.

You know, even if she didn't
completely give up the sadness,

being in love makes
everything bearable,

even sadness.

Maybe they'll meet each other.

I mean, they're here, right?

I mean, they haven't
gone anywhere.

Just wandering around.

- You know, it's funny,
in this horrible year

of death and pain,
Sonia, my wife,

we have these neighbors who
are Chinese, they're Taoists,

and they told her that
they have a tradition

that when one of the
young women dies,

they make sure to marry her off

to a young man who's also died.

They believe that such a
wedding would get them to meet,

and maybe they would live
together wherever they are.

Sonia, she decided she
wanted to marry off Elizabeth

so she could be with someone.

So I found myself
going along with her

to all sorts of Chinese families

who had also lost
their young men

so we could find a
match for Elizabeth.

It was, um, it was a nightmare.

Your wife, the most rational

and wonderful
person in the world,

suddenly goes mad before
your very eyes.

- So they actually made a match,
had a, had a real wedding?

- Yes.

- Crowd, everything?

- Yeah, the whole thing.

- What happened? Did you do it?

- No, well, luckily, she
grew tired of it, gave up.

- You know, it's actually
not such a bad idea.

- What isn't?

- This wedding thing.

It's charming.

It's...

I mean, even, even
if it's Allen and,

and Elizabeth doing it.

- Are you joking?
- What do we have to lose?

These, these are the, these
are the people we love.

Wouldn't we wanna spend
special time with them?

We have a party.

We, we invite people.

We'd, we'd, we'd ask
them to wear white.

We tell silly stories
about their childhood.

We read poems.

I mean, it's crazy, I know,
but it's very charming.

- Come on.

- No, really.

Jacob, it's, it's...

Look, if we...

If they were alive, we'd give,

we'd give them each
other's phone numbers

and that would be it,
but they're not alive,

so we have to do
something meaningful.

That's what this
wedding would do.

It, it would make it meaningful.

I mean, that's how
we understand it.

Is, is that stupid?

- Yes.

- Or maybe it's just,

it's just getting them
to see each other.

Give them direction.

A little party.

- Well, either way,
it's no longer relevant.

I mean, Sonia's moved
on from the idea.

- Well, Rachel would
like it.

That's, that's, uh, Allen's mom.

What?

I was sure that you
were gonna love this.

- It's so crazy.

- I know.
- I'm so sorry.

- Obviously, it's
kinda out there.

Rachel, you know me.

I'm, I'm not some flighty guy.

I'm not even a spiritual person.

- It's so out there.

It's, it's so crazy, I
don't even know what to say.

- Something small, okay?

Something like an
intimate party,

not an over-the-top wedding.

- To tell you the truth, Daniel,

I don't truly understand
what's come over you.

- I don't either.

Couple weeks ago, I
didn't even know I had a son.

And now, thanks to you.

Rachel, I know this
sounds completely crazy,

but this girl, Elizabeth,
she's beautiful.

She's redhead with
the palest skin.

She's, she's the type that
Allen could've fallen for.

And oh, and she also was
suffering from depression

from the age of 12.

At 18, she committed suicide.

She couldn't take it anymore.

But he liked depressed
women, right?

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

I guess, yeah.

- We have to help him
forget this teacher of his.

- Allen is dead, Daniel.

- So is Elizabeth.

They're both in
the same place now.

They just need a little push.

He's stuck with that Alice.

- I'm sorry.

Stop it.

I've had enough
of your nonsense.

Really, I'm sorry.

I've had enough.

- Yeah, burying her
photograph next to his grave

is not nonsense?

- He asked me to.

- I dug it up, by the way.

- You dug up the photograph?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- Because it's enough,
enough of that teacher.

- You're out of
your mind, Daniel.

- Sorry.

Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

Sir, excuse me.

Sir, it's against
the hotel's policy

to play music late at night.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- I'm sorry.

Yeah.

- Thanks.

- Thanks for doing this.

- Daniel, I just wanna
make it clear again,

we're not talking
about a wedding

or any of that insanity
of yours, right?

- Mm-mm.

- We're just going
to meet a nice couple

and talk a little about our
children, and that's it.

- That's exactly right.

- Yes.

- You ready?
-Yep.

- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hi there.

- Daniel.
- Hey.

- Hi.

- This is Rachel.

- Hi, Rachel.
- Jacob.

- Hi, I'm Sonia.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hi, heard so much about you.

- Great house. So much light.

- Sonia designed
it.

- Very
beautiful. -

- Thank you.
Right this way.

- Oh, 20,000
calories.

I can feel it right now

on my thighs.

- Right here.

- Turkish
delight.

- Mm.
- Look at that, love it.

- That one right
there, my mother made

- Really?

- No.
- Yeah.

- Please, try some.

- I will, yeah.

- Mm.
- What do you think?

- Mm, yeah, I love it, mm.

- Great.
- They're so delicate.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- Is that what you
do for a living?

Do you import Turkish
delight or something?

- No, no, no, no, not at all.

It's the only sweet
Elizabeth likes.

- Mm.

- Did Allen like
Turkish delight?

- I was just
wondering about that.

Um, I don't remember.

Suddenly, it makes
me sad to think

that perhaps he
never even tried it.

I hope he did.

- A couple of nice things
happened to us today.

Jacob finally found a recording
we've been looking for

for a long time.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's Mozart's
"Violin Sonata No. 21"

in E minor Elizabeth had played.

It's what we're
listening to right now.

- That's her playing?

- That's right.

- It's lovely.

- Thank you, yeah.

- I brought a piece that
Allen played as well.

- Oh.

- Yeah, we can listen
to it right after.

- Sure.
- Sure.

- It's beautiful.

- Mm.

Oh, the other nice thing.

Grab the photograph.

- Oh.

- Oh, it's really
exciting.

- Take a look.

- Oh, unbelievable.

- Mm.

- Hamilton Bulldogs,
look at this.

- Yeah.
- Was Allen's team.

- Well, she was a goalie for
the Bulldogs' girls team.

It's a photo of
this year's team,

and they photoshopped her
picture right in there.

- That's her.

I can't believe it.

- Why, did Allen also
play for the Bulldogs?

- No, I wish he did, but
um, no, he couldn't play,

but he, he was a huge fan.

- Why couldn't he play?

- He had a little
problem with his leg.

- Oh, what kind of problem?

- Well, one leg was an
inch and a half shorter

than the other one.

- Hmm.
- Mm.

- He didn't limp or anything.

He had, one of his shoes had
a slight lift in the heel.

- Mm.

- Yeah, so it wasn't noticeable.

- Wow.

- But playing hockey,
that was a problem,

so he became this great fan.

Yeah, went to all the games.

You know, sometimes even
went to the away games.

So it's kind of
amazing Elizabeth was

I can imagine them going
together to the games.

How perfect that would've been.

- I took her to
some of the games,

and she was, she was so happy

when someone scored a goal.
- Mm.

- You think about it, they
went to the same games,

cheered for the same goals
at exactly the same time.

- That's right.

- Uh,

I'd like to say something.

Um, yeah, I'm a
little uncomfortable

and um, it's important
for me to, to speak up,

even though it's, it's
something trivial.

And I realize that I, I
might sound backwards,

but this, uh, this
matter of his,

what, what you said about his
short leg and the, the limp.

I know it's silly of
me, but I have a, uh,

I have a slight
problem with that.

It's not that there's anything
that can be done about it,

but-
- I beg your pardon?

- Yeah, I, I said
there was no limp.

No, no limp.

- Right, but this is the
first I've heard of it.

And as foolish

and insignificant
as it sounds, uh,

it's, you know, it's disturbing.

It took me by surprise.

- Are you crazy?

What are you talking
about?

You've got a problem
with something?

- Well, no, I don't, I
didn't want for this to-

- What are you
even talking about?

Your daughter was a depressive.

She was a depressed girl

who was probably turning
into a depressed woman.

Have you any idea what it means

to be a clinically
depressed woman?

I can tell you a lot
about it.

All right, I've had
enough of this nonsense.

- Rachel,

she didn't mean anything.
- Thank you very much.

It was a pleasure.

I don't want my son to be
with a depressive anyway,

so you go find
someone else for her.

- No, no, Rachel, that's
not what she meant.

You have to understand.

- Rachel.

I'm sorry.

I'll talk to you later.

I understand that was annoying.

I was annoyed, too.

- Just drop it.

Just drop it, will you?

Leave me alone.

- Why are you talking
to me like that?

- I'm sick of this
farce already.

What a disgusting
woman, disgusting.

Such a fool.

- Even if she's disgusting,
what does it matter?

You gonna be her best friend?

No.

No, you'll meet 'em once,
twice, maybe that's it.

- Who does she think she is
to talk about Allen this way?

I mean, who is she?

Disgusting woman.

A disgusting,
depressed daughter.

- Elizabeth is amazing.

I could tell you liked her.

I saw the way you were
looking at her photographs.

- He could've had 1,000
like her if he wanted.

- But why ruin everything?

Why do you do that?

You know, there's a way
of talking things through-

- Yeah.
- And you, you get...

Don't you understand that?

- You're just a kiss-ass.

- Some things
are irreversible.

Why burn bridges?

- You sat there with
your mouth shut,

and then you even apologized.

There was a limp, but you
couldn't see the limp.

That was revolting.

- The only thing you can feel
right now is your own pride.

- My own pride?

You piece of shit.

- Yes, your pride.

That's right.

And I'll tell you something.

I can understand her.

Yes, I can understand her,
even though I am his father.

I remember the first
time that I heard

that he had a
problem with his leg.

It did something to me.

I didn't take it lightly.

It, it, it does something.

You have to process it.

But I'm sure the first that
you were told about it,

it wasn't easy on you either.

You took it hard.

Of course you did, because
it's, it's a tough thing.

So why can't you understand her?

That was the first time
that she heard about it,

so she took it hard.

- Get out of the
car.

- Rachel, we're talking-
- Get out!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Cup of coffee, please.

- Yeah,
certainly.

- You got an address here?

I need to call a cab.

- Yeah, 190 Riverside Avenue.

- Okay.

- You know, there's a taxi stand

like 300 meters down the road.

Why didn't you just get
her to drop you off there?

- Um,

we had a little argument
and I preferred to get out.

I'll get a cab when
I finish the coffee.

- Yeah, okay.

How do you take
it, strong, weak?

- Espresso.

Strong, please.

- You got it.

This argument, yeah,

something that could
be resolved, you know?

Have a little chat, work it out?

- Yeah, nothing major.

- What was it about, uh, if you,

if you don't mind me asking?

- My son's getting married.

And we met with the
parents of the bride.

- Classic.

Is it about money?

How much you're forkin'
out, how much they are?

- No, nothin' like that.

- Hmm, class, a class thing?

Like maybe you're not sure
they're your kinda people?

It's always a class thing.

- Something like that, yeah.

- Hmm.

Well, how about the, the kids?

The bride and groom,
are they in love?

- Yeah.

Yeah, they're a good match, too.

- Well, if they're in love,
it's all gonna sort itself out.

- Yeah.

- No, really, it is.

Trust me.

Listen, if it does work out,

you gotta promise me that
you'll have the wedding here.

- Where here?

- How many
guests?

- I mean, it's a small
affair, but still.

- Come with me.

Come, have a look.

Come on.

Right this way, sir.

So we have a deal?

You'll have the wedding here?

- Let's hope so.

Hey, Robert, how are ya?

- I'm fine, thank you.

- May I?

- Uh, sure, but
Rachel's not home.

- Oh, when's she comin' back?

- I, I don't really
have any idea.

- I see,um,

we had a fight.

Did she tell you?

- Yeah, yeah, she
did.

- So I wanted to
come by and apologize.

And the couple we visited
also wanna apologize.

So it's important for
me to tell her that.

- Okay.

- Well, I'll, I'll
try again later.

All right, I'll see you, thanks.

- See ya.

Daniel.

Since yesterday,
I've been debating

whether I should talk with you.

I think what you're doing
is rather tasteless.

You know, to me, this
wedding is a farce.

It's a joke.

But if it's gonna take place,

then I need to be
involved in all of it.

I was his father.

I raised him.

You can't just show
up and ignore me.

I mean, you talk with Rachel.

You decide with Rachel.

You visit the bride's
parents together.

What is that about?

- Listen, Robert,
I am such an idiot.

Of course you're
his father, too.

And of course you have to
be involved with all of it.

I, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to
offend you, honestly.

I, I'm truly sorry.

- All right.

Okay.

I think she's calmed down
a little bit herself.

You know, she told me about
her, her incident yesterday,

how she just up and
left.

Yeah, we had a good laugh
about it.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think she's
feeling a little foolish.

You know, she said she was
gonna get their number from you

and call to apologize.

- Excellent.

- She also said that,
um, this Elizabeth

was truly special.

- So uh, I can run a red carpet

from where we came in
right up to the altar.

It's, uh, it just looks
fantastic when the bride

and groom make their
grand entrance.

- Uh, there's no need
for a red carpet.

- Well, then how,

how are they gonna make
their grand entrance?

- This wedding is a,
it's a little different.

- Okay.

Okay, whatever works for you.

- Hey, Lillian.

How are ya?
- Hi.

- Oh, it's good to see you.

- So um, what is this
thing you're doing?

- What thing?

- A wedding.

- Oh, it's not really a wedding.

It's, it's just, um,
you know, a little party

for us parents.

- You can't do this.

- Lillian, it's okay.

It's all right.

It's just a little party.

Invitations have gone out.

- Invitations?

How can you marry
Allen off like this?

I don't get it.

- Lillian, I'm sorry.

It wasn't meant to hurt you.

- He's my boyfriend.

He, he, he was the
love of my life,

the only man that
I've ever been with.

And who the fuck is
this Elizabeth anyway?

- Lillian, Elizabeth was
a wonderful young woman

who committed suicide.

This wedding, this
little ceremony,

is between two people
who aren't here anymore.

You're alive.

- Just promise me, okay,
right here and now,

that you will call
off this wedding.

- It's impossible.

People know about this.

There's, there's
already a venue.

There's a, a flamenco guitarist.

We, it's too late.

- Call off the
flamenco guitarist.

Call off this whole
stupid fucking wedding.

You gotta call it all off.

Allen wouldn't want it.

- Allen's not here anymore.

- Allen is here.

- Lillian.

- His child is here.

- What do you mean?

- Exactly what I said.

- What, what do you
mean, his child?

- His child.

- You're pregnant?

- Yeah.

- And you wanna keep this child?

- Yeah, I, I want
to, but I can't.

- Why not?

- We already made
an appointment.

My, my dad would never agree.

My mom won't either.

- If it was only up to you,
would you keep this baby?

- I'm, I'm only 16.

- That's true.

- They say that it
would ruin my life.

And my dad
would never allow it.

- Let me try to talk to him.

Let me try.

- No, he won't agree.
- Please?

Let me try it.

- Yeah.

Okay.

I'll tell them that I told you.

- All right, we've listened
to you out of respect

for your pain and grieving,

but like we said, we've
made up our minds.

We booked an appointment
for the abortion tomorrow

and, and that's
that, it's final.

- Yes, of course.

I just wanna add

that I have no other
children besides Allen.

And Rachel's going
through the worst hell

a person can endure.

And I'm only
just beginning to

to, to feel something myself.

And suddenly,
there's this chance.

Suddenly, there's,
there's Allen's child,

and this child's right here.

It, it has a grandmother
and a grandfather,

and, and another grandmother,
and a grandfather,

and a mother.

This child has a, has a
wonderful family, I think.

And for
us, Rachel and I,

this is the only descendant
we will ever have.

- I know, but we're not.

- Please, just promise
us you'll think about it.

- All right.

- There's nothing
to think about.

- Still, we're hoping.

- There's nothing to hope for,

there's nothing to think
about, and that's that.

Enough.

- I don't understand why
you're talking to us this way.

- How's the tea?

Is it good?

- Yes.

- Did you say thank you?

- What do you mean?

- Enough, Alex.

Let it go.

- We served it to
you five minutes ago.

Did you thank us?

- I don't remember.

I suppose I did.

- No, you didn't.

- Well, maybe you're right,

but that's just
because I'm upset

and I wasn't paying attention.

- That kid of yours lived in
this house for three years.

Three years he
ate in this house.

Three years he
slept in this house.

Did you ever say thank you?

Even once?

Did you ever thank her?

Thank me?

Did you ever ask if we
needed something maybe?

- I think it was hard for me
that he chose to live with you.

It was difficult as a mother
and that made me resentful.

- And when that sweet,
little boy of yours decided

to thank me by stealing $6,000
from me, you knew about it.

I know you did.

Did you call?

Did you show up with the money?

"Here, he's my son.

I'm taking responsibility."

No, you didn't.

Because you pissed all over us.

Just like that
darling little boy

of yours pissed all over us,

the boy we took
in off the street

and let him sleep
in my mom's room,

my mother who was an
angel walking this earth.

That woman spent every
day in bed reading books

and vomiting.

And when that sweet
little boy of yours wanted

to fuck my daughter, my
13-year-old daughter, 13,

he thought my mother
might suddenly wake up,

so he drug her with
sleeping pills.

He put fucking sleeping
pills in her food

so he could fuck my
daughter in peace.

My wife would call me in prison,

tell me my mother's
asleep all the time.

We thought it was
her age, but no,

he was simply drugging her.

That fucking asshole.

That limping dog.

That ungrateful shit.

That crippled fucking asshole.

That piece of shit.

- Please, please, enough
with the swearing.

- Shut the fuck up!

- Alex, Alex.
- Shut up!

- Your probation.

- Look, they were both children.

When she was 13, he was 16.

This is youthful
foolishness, all of it.

- Shut up, I said.

- Oh!

- Hey!
- Move.

- Alex, Alex!
- I'm gonna-

- Are you crazy?
- Shut up!

- Stop it!
- Shut up!

- No, I will not shut up!
- Calm down.

- Stop it!

That's enough!
- No!

- Calm down.
- Shut your-

- He was a wonderful boy!

He wasn't a piece of shit!

- He was not an asshole!

- Stop it!
- Alex!

- No, he was wonderful,
he was talented,

he was loved.
- Stop it.

- Stop.
- And he fucked your daughter

because she loved him.
- Shut up!

- And he loved her.
- I'm gonna fucking

shut your fucking-
- Stop,

stop!
- And I envy her.

I envy all of you that
you were with him,

that you knew him.
- Stop it, stop it.

- Oh, shut up.

- Come on.
- Gonna smash-

- He was loved.
- Let's go.

- I'm going to
smash your face in.

- He was loved.
- We're gonna press charges.

Oh, fuck off.

- Right.
- You fuck off.

- Come on.

- I'm sorry I woke you.

I was waiting for daylight.

I've been wandering
around all night.

I didn't go to the cops.

I've gone crazy.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I can't stand thinking
that this baby's gonna die.

Oh, hi, I'm sorry.

I, I apologize.

I didn't wanna wake
you up, but I was,

I was waiting for the
daylight to come up.

I couldn't sleep, so.

I think I'm losing my mind.

There must be some
solution here.

I, this just can't happen.

There must be something.

I'm willing to give
everything that I have.

I own a large factory.

I, I have means.

I am, I'm willing to
give all of it to Lillian

and the baby.

Yeah, they'll be a
wealthy mother and child.

She'd have nannies, she'd
have people to help her,

and she can continue to
play with kids her own age.

I don't need
anything for myself.

I just wanna see
this baby grow up.

I think that helps, right?

I don't know what...

What else can I do?

- There's nothing to be done.

I'm sorry,

with all due respect to
what you're going through.

- But this child has to live.

- My child has to live, too.

I'm very sorry, I'm
closing the door now.

- Uh,
no, just a minute,

just please.
- No, I'm sorry.

That's enough.
- Hey.

It's, it's just, I've got one-
- I'm closing it.

- Please, I, I...

He's right.

She's still a child.

She needs to keep doing
things children do.

He did what a father's
supposed to do.

Allen, my son.

I don't know what kind
of father I would've been

if I'd been any kind at all.

I don't know.

But I do know that I was
wrong all these years.

I never would've laid
a hand on you, never.

- Wait, where's Daniel?

Daniel, come.

Please.

Come.

- Excuse me, sorry.