Original subtitles

(light piano music)

* You promised me forever

* And know that it would hold

* And fill it up with hopes and dreams *

* Until it overflowed

* But suddenly those plans we made *

* Have somehow come undone

* Now that the last day of forever has come *

* On the last day of forever

* This tired heart will break

* Here with all these memories

* That we were blessed to make

* I will hold them in my heart

* With every passing year

* Now that the last day of forever *

* Is here

* How can I ever thank you

* For the gifts you gave to me

* You taught me how to share my love *

* For all eternity

* I will always see your face

* Smiling through my tears

* Now that the last day of forever *

* Is here

* On the last day of forever

* This tires heart will break

* Here with all these memories

* That we were blessed to make

* I will hold them in my heart

* With every passing year

* Now that the last day of forever *

* Is here

- Clay, take something with you.

Dad.

- Hi, sweetie.

- Hi.

So good to see you.

- [Grandpa] Ha.

It's good to be home.

- Yeah,

Val called to see that you made it.

- She doesn't think I can drive 1,000 miles

without a mishap.

- She asked if Clay came with you.

- None of her business.

- Oh, the love between sisters is overwhelming.

- Hey, there's no bed in my room.

- I put your sleeping bag in grandma's old room.

- Clay, aren't you going to say hi to your grandpa?

- Hi.

- He was like that the whole way.

- Ah, he's tired.

Quite a long way from New York.

Did you agree on terms with custody?

- We're not divorcing, dad.

Jim can see Clay any time he wants.

- When he drives here.

(heavy rock music)

Aren't you getting ready for bed?

Clay?

Clay?

- [Clay] What?

- It's yes, grandpa and not what.

You're going to a new school tomorrow.

It's time you got some sleep.

Already looking for a job?

- I wanna make sure I don't miss anything good.

- Mmm.

Food Lion's always hiring.

- I worked there in high school.

Speaking of food, though,

you have the worst refrigerator I've ever seen.

- Mm.

- Half the things in there could bring down an elephant.

- What's wrong with clerking at a store?

You afraid to take a step back?

- No.

I can find something better.

- Around here?

(laughing)

(kids chattering and screaming)

- Clay, this is Mrs. Ogle,

your homeroom teacher.

- Hi, Clay.

- Clay?

- Hi.

- I'll be off.

It was nice to meet you.

- Same here.

- Bye, Clay.

(light acoustic music)

- Clay, come this way.

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

- Hello.

- Just how long are you planning on being gone?

- [Kim] Does it matter.

You were never home anymore.

- I'm home right now.

- Wow, I'm marking my calendar.

- Where's the tuna?

- Honey, I'm not messing around any longer.

I told you we'd be gone if you weren't home Saturday.

- I had to work on Saturday.

- What a surprise.

Look, I've gotta run or I'll be late for a job interview.

- Job interview?

What do you mean job interview?

You belong here with me.

- I don't know where I belong.

There's someone else calling.

Bye.

(phone beeping)

Hello?

Val, how nice to hear from you.

- Was that dad?

- [Kim] Oh, yeah.

Just like when we were kids.

- I heard you talking to dad.

- Your dad will call back.

Stop.

- Give it.

- You broke it.

- Why didn't you let me talk to him?

- He'll call back later.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Now, take your shoes off.

Your grandpa wants us to leave them by the door.

- You brought me here so I couldn't see him.

- That's ridiculous.

You never talked to him when we lived with him.

- I hate you.

- [Kim] Go to your room.

- [Clay] I don't have a room.

- And take your shoes off.

(kids chattering)

- Man, what's your problem.

- I don't have one.

What's yours?

- You did that on purpose.

- If I did that on purpose,

you'd be laying on the floor.

(dramatic acoustic music)

- Clayton Thomas, are you trying to get expelled

on your second day of school?

- But, he knocked over my books.

- He called me towel-head.

- No, I didn't.

What's a towel-head?

- Amir, get to class.

Clayton, if I see that kind of behavior from you again,

you will spend the rest of the semester at home.

We have a zero tolerance policy on both fighting

and racial remarks.

- But, I didn't even say anything,

unfortunately.

- Have you looked in here today?

- Yeah.

- Let me guess, school was easier in New York.

Hmm?

You know no matter where you live,

there's gonna be a lot of homework.

Let's look.

Wow.

What'd they do, slip a college textbook on you by mistake?

(laughing)

- Grandpa?

- [Grandpa] Hmm?

- When can I go home?

(phone ringing)

I mean, I really like visiting you and all--

- [Grandpa] Yeah, Val.

(laughing)

She did?

(dramatic orchestral music)

Well, yeah, I guess he must've dropped the phone

by mistake.

Yeah.

I don't know.

I guess I erased it.

Val, you know, I can't wait until then.

What?

Friday.

- Crap.

(light orchestral music)

- [Grandpa] That's your Aunt Val.

- You've got some cool stuff down here.

- Oh, you can learn a lot from this stuff.

There's a lot of folks in that album

who come from your momma's side of the family.

Hmmm.

(blowing harmonica)

That was your Uncle Dwayne's.

- I'm sorry.

- Why?

- He's dead.

- [Grandpa] It ain't gonna bite you.

(light orchestral music)

- Where did all this stuff come from?

- Dwayne's, your uncle's apartment.

Go on, take whatever you want.

What am I gonna do with it?

This doesn't belong down here.

What's this doing down here?

(sighing)

- [Clay] You miss Uncle Dwayne too?

- He was my only son.

He was quite a hero.

- Is my dad a hero?

- They're all heroes.

Here, take it.

If Dwayne were here, he'd probably teach you how to play it.

(phone ringing)

- I need lunch money.

- This is Kim.

Actually, I'm dropping Clay at school.

Can I call you back?

No.

Everything's fine.

Clay's fine, I'm fine, we're all fine.

In fact, I--

Clay, you spilled my coffee.

No, Val, we don't need anything.

I'm sorry.

I'll call you later, honest.

(phone beeping)

I start my new job today,

so don't forget to take the bus home.

I love you.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dogs barking)

(Sheba whimpering)

(light orchestral music)

(door alarm ringing)

Hello?

(light orchestral music)

(dog barking)

- Ahh.

Get off, get off.

(laughing)

- Sheba.

- Go on, Sheba, get, get.

(laughing)

Here, here.

- I don't need any help.

- Well, you needed me a second ago.

- It attacked me.

- That attacked you?

(laughing)

That's rich.

- What's so funny?

- You.

(Sheba whimpering)

- What's she doing?

She let it in the house.

- I thought I had me a bright grandson.

That dog's for you.

- I hate dogs.

(Sheba whimpering)

Get off.

- You have to slam everything?

(Sheba whimpering)

(game chiming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Clay] Hey, this is Clay.

Is Jim there?

- Hold on.

Hey, Jim.

- [Jim] Yo.

- It's your kid.

(shower running)

- Tell him I'll have to call him back.

It's gotta be after 11 there.

- [Man] He's gonna have to call you back.

(phone hanging up)

(ominous orchestral music)

(alarm ringing)

(alarm ringing)

(alarm ringing)

(heavy breathing)

(alarm ringing)

- Whoa, slow down.

Take your time.

Nice deep breaths.

You're fine.

You're gonna be fine.

Go down and get a high-rise pack.

- You sure?

- Yeah, go now.

- I'll be right back.

(alarm ringing)

(Sheba barking)

- [Kristin] What a great dog.

- This one?

- [Krstin] I don't see any others.

Sit.

Good, girl.

- How do you know it's a girl?

- How do you think I know?

When did you get her?

Isn't she yours?

- My mom brought it home.

- You're lucky.

My mom won't let me have any cats or dogs.

- Want this one?

(laughing)

- What's her name?

- Uh, Sheba.

- Hi, Uh Sheba.

(kissing)

(light acoustic music)

- You're not such a jerk.

- What?

- You weren't very nice when we met.

- I must've been mad.

- Why?

- I miss my home.

- Where's that?

- New York City.

Good arm.

- You'd rather live in New York?

Whoa, I'd be scared living there.

- That's silly.

It's no more dangerous than living here.

- Isn't it beautiful?

- If you like flat?

- Flat land means more sky and better sunsets.

- And bugs and skunks and corn.

It's everywhere.

- That corn keeps all the people in the city high-rising.

- What's wrong with people who live in high-rises?

- Nothing.

You've got a lot to learn about the environment.

- And you've got a lot to learn about New York City.

- Lovely.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, Grandpa.

- [Grandpa] This is Cecil.

I'm not in right now.

Leave a me-- (phone beeping)

(dial tone humming)

- Hello?

(dial tone humming)

Hello?

(thunder crashing)

- I've never seen anything like it.

(laughing)

They left a sinkhole bigger than a combine.

- Oh, god.

(phone ringing)

Hold on a second.

(phone beeping)

Hello.

- Oh, pop.

Hi.

Is Kim there?

- [Grandpa] Oh, hi, Jim.

No, she's at work.

- Oh, we've got a problem.

Clay just called me from a payphone

in Crawfordville, Indiana,

saying he was hitching his way home.

- You're pulling my leg.

- I wish I was.

Look, can you pick him up?

- [Grandpa] Yeah, I'll get him.

- Great.

He's at a payphone at a gas station

at Route 31 and I-74.

- I got it.

- Guess how he got in touch with me?

He dialed 911.

(phone beeping)

- My grandson's taken a hike.

- [Grandpa] What, you run out of money?

- Are you trying to get in shape?

- No, it's too late for that.

I just thought I'd keep you company for a while.

- I'm not gonna run away.

- Oh.

- Can I ask you a question?

Why does mom hate New York?

- Oh, I don't think she hates it.

She's just scared of it.

(light acoustic music)

A city as big as that,

there's always a chance that at any given moment,

someone she loves could be taken from her.

- Like dad?

- Yeah.

- Why do there have to be terrorists?

- I've been on earth for a good while now,

I can't answer that.

For every hundred people with good hearts,

there's always at least one bad apple.

Sometimes people with no direction in their lives

are easily twisted by hate.

Somehow it seems to give meaning to their lives.

What I can't figure out is why anyone

would want to die,

especially with hurting other people.

- Thanks for not telling mom.

- Was that your dog?

- What's it to you?

- What, you think I wanna eat her?

Why are you always trying to start something, huh?

- Me?

You set me up.

- Well, I wasn't gonna get in trouble.

Look, man, I never bumped into you on purpose, okay?

(harmonica music)

- Man, they always let me play it in New York.

I made 50 bucks one time.

- Play for us, man.

- I need money first.

(laughing)

- Give me a break.

- That's a pretty harmonica.

Where'd you get it?

- I found it in the rubble of the World Trade Centers.

- No way.

- What are you looking at me for?

I didn't do anything.

- How many songs do you know?

- Just a few, but my uncle played professionally.

He said that when he wasn't fighting fires,

I could jam with his band one day.

- When will that be?

- I don't know.

(light acoustic music)

- See you later.

- Okay.

(bell ringing)

- [Mrs. Ogle] Is there a problem, gentlemen?

Clayton?

- No, ma'am.

- Let's do a little review.

Who can tell me why John Quincy Adams

always laid his head down

when he served in the House of Representatives?

It was in your homework.

Okay.

This should be easy for you, Wax.

You always have your head down.

- Because he was tired of all the chatter.

(kids laughing)

- [Mrs. Ogle] I don't think so.

Clayton?

- Maybe he wanted to hear what other people were saying.

- That's right.

That chamber of the capitol had unique acoustics.

With his head on his desk,

Adams could hear even the slightest whisper

from democratic congressmen across the room.

Then when he went to make his speeches,

he got up and walked over to the fireplace,

so that they didn't find out his secret.

People thought he was being lazy,

but he was actually serving his party

by laying his head down.

- Looks like we got a future congressman here.

(kids laughing)

- Okay, that's enough.

(grumbling)

- Oh, scared me.

- Why'd you wash my clothes?

- It's the least I could do.

- I told you not to worry about me.

What's this?

I'm not gonna let you pay to live here.

- I'm not a kid anymore.

People do it all the time.

- Where, in New York?

Figures they charge their own kids.

- [Kim] Yeah, well you were the one that taught me

to never leave a debt unpaid.

- You don't owe me nothing.

- Okay, dad.

Is Clay up?

- I tried to wake him, but he ignored me.

That kid is so moody.

- [Kim] Like who?

- Well, nevermind.

He's just--

- A jerk, insubordinate, unappreciative?

- Whatever it is, he'll grow out of it.

Boy, are you sensitive.

(country music)

- [Kim] Good intentions aren't enough anymore.

- I'll ask for less hours then.

- That's not it.

When you say you're going to spend time with Clay,

you have to actually do it.

- There are a lot,

there area lot of days I spent time with him

when you weren't there.

He tried to make it back here to New York.

- [Kim] Really?

- [Jim] Your dad picked him up.

- [Kim] You know, you're in a bar, aren't you?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

I just don't understand you sometimes.

- Well, that makes two of us.

- [Kim] Jim.

Jim.

(alarm ringing)

- I shouldn't have left him there.

- What?

You're not to blame.

Hold on.

- Hi, Mrs. Thomas.

- If it isn't the Three Musketeers.

- Kim, is Clay there?

Let me talk to him.

- [Kim] Was there trouble brewing in Crab Orchard today?

(phone beeping)

- Grandpa.

- [Grandpa] Over here.

- Where'd you get this, a junkyard?

- What?

This is a '48 Plymouth Special Deluxe,

a sweet cruiser in her day.

Boy, if that backseat could talk.

(laughing)

- [Clay] So, when did you get it?

- A long time ago.

- Does it run?

- Of course.

It just needs a couple of things.

- So, how long have you been working on it?

- Boy, you sure ask a lot of questions.

- Who's that?

- Hey, Mr. Styles.

- [Grandpa] My girlfriend.

- Right.

- [Debbie] How you doing?

- Debbie, when did you get back?

- This morning.

Hey, Clayton Thomas, look how big you've gotten.

So, you're still restoring that car.

- Yeah.

- I would've given up years ago.

- You looking for Kim?

- [Debbie] Yeah, where's my best girlfriend?

- She had to work a second shift.

- Aw, they sure do give her crummy hours.

You ever get to see your mom?

- More than my dad.

- Aw, well, I guess I'll go by the store and say hi.

You take care.

- [Grandpa] Bye bye.

- See ya.

"When are you gonna give up on that old car?"

- Don't you think it's about time you hit the ol' books?

Now, she didn't say old.

(laughing)

No way.

(kissing)

(kids laughing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Where you going, import?

So, punk, saw you makin' time for my girl.

- What are you talking about?

- She told me you hit on her.

She don't like it.

You better stay away,

unless you want this.

- [Kids] Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

- What are you talking about?

- You know.

- [Kids] Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

- [Clay] Get away.

- Clayton Thomas, I told you what would happen

if you started another fight.

Get your things and get out.

- He started it.

- Get your things and get out of here.

I saw you hit him.

- He threatened me and then he pushed me.

- Move it.

Wax, I'll see you in the principal's office in five minutes.

- [Clay] Get away.

- I thought I told you to treat animals with respect.

- [Clay] Sorry.

- How'd you like it if I hit you?

- I didn't hit her.

Beat me all you want.

You know you've been wanting to.

- Where'd you ever get that idea?

- Everyone wants to.

- You having trouble with your friends?

Then what's wrong?

- [Clay] It doesn't matter.

- Would you like to call your dad?

- Serious?

- Just because you don't live with him,

doesn't mean you can't talk to him.

Come on.

Come on.

Get, get.

(siren blaring)

- [Man] Jim.

- Yo.

- Phone.

- Aw, I can't hand these over to Brad.

He's gonna burn the out of 'em again.

- You're a regular Wolfgang Schmuck.

(laughing)

- [Jim] This is Jim.

- Dad?

- [Jim] Clay?

Wow, how you doing, buddy?

- I'm okay.

So, when are you going to see us?

- Well, I'll have to check.

(metal banging)

Hey, knock it off.

How's school?

- Dad, when can I see you?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I can't just up and leave, Clay.

Things are pretty crazy around here

until they quit hiring.

Look, I'll be out there as soon as I can, okay?

Hello?

- I'm here.

- You know I wanna see you.

Buddy, look, as soon as I can get away,

I'll be there, I promise.

I'll even bring our telescope.

- I think about you all the time, dad.

(metal banging)

- Me too.

Look, tell your grandpa I said hi.

- Okay, I love you.

- I love you too.

Bye.

(crying)

- What'd he say?

Clay?

Clay?

- [Clay] He said to say hi.

(door closing)

(light orchestral music)

(Sheba barking)

No matter how mean I am, you still love me,

don't you, girl?

Let's go, let's go.

- Hi, there, Sheba.

Yeah, that's my girl.

That's my girl.

Yes, yes, yes.

Hey, wanna see something, girl?

Huh?

Stay there, stay.

I'm gonna show you something.

You won't believe it.

(light orchestral music)

(car engine revving)

(car stalling)

Oh, no.

What's wrong now?

Oh, lord.

Lord lord lord.

What are you gonna do next?

What am I gonna do next?

Not today.

(Sheba whimpering)

Hi.

- Why didn't you tell me you got expelled?

- You didn't ask.

- Don't get smart.

- They called me at work.

How do you think that makes me feel?

If you have a problem at school, you tell me.

Get out of my sight.

I had to go through hell to get you another chance.

He got in two fights and got kicked out of school.

- Maybe there's more to the story than you know.

- You getting soft on me?

'Cause if I have to be a mom and a dad,

I have to be tough,

like you were with us.

(scoffing)

- Hi, Clay.

- Hey, let go of me.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Leave her alone.

- What's the matter, punk?

Come on, take your best shot.

Come on, city boy.

You chicken?

(clucking)

You ain't so tough.

Clayton's a chicken, Clayton's a chicken,

Clayton's a chicken.

Hey, Amir, where you taking him?

To your tent, so you two can be in private?

- Such a jerk.

- Where's your harem, sheik?

(bell ringing)

(ominous acoustic music)

Come here, doggie.

Bad dog.

Why don't you like Wax?

(Sheba whimpering)

I'll make you listen.

(Sheba growling and bite)

Ah, son of a--

That dog bit me.

Ah.

- Whose dog is this?

- Clay, it's Sheba.

- Hey, is this your dog?

- Aren't you gonna get her?

Clay.

(light orchestral music)

- Oh, great.

(gasping)

You scared me.

- [Kim] Do you know what time it is?

- [Clay] I was looking for Sheba.

- Then you come and tell us.

You don't stay out all night.

- It's only 10 o'clock.

- It's past your bedtime.

You're grounded, mister.

- What?

Fine, it doesn't make a difference.

We're all gonna die anyway.

- What?

(Grandpa groaning)

What's wrong?

- Just a little heartburn.

- You seeing a doctor about it?

- No, it's fine.

Goodnight, sweetie.

- Night, dad.

- Ah.

- Oh, is that too bright for you.

Here, maybe I've got something better.

Hmm?

That cabin's been around since I was your age.

- Why are you moving so slow?

- My bones are protesting.

Now, don't you be angry at your mom.

- Oh, I should be happy to be grounded?

- Oh, some day this will all make sense to you.

Now, what's this about dying, hmm?

You shouldn't think about it.

Most people live long and happy lives.

Many of them right here, in Crab Orchard.

Am I boring you?

- Yes.

- Good.

Now, the thing is,

you oughta think of this as a great adventure in your life.

Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll move back.

Who knows where you'll end up.

But not knowing what comes next

is one of the most exciting things in life.

You wouldn't have made new friends if you hadn't come here,

right?

Yeah.

So, one day you'll look back at this period

and you'll say, "I love those times.

I love my dog.

I love my mom."

- Why doesn't she ever do what I want?

- She does, more often than you know.

Until you're old enough to decide for yourself,

it's her job to make the big decisions.

It seems unfair, but they're hers to make.

Now, the small decisions,

well, I guess it's about time you started learning

how to make them.

- Like?

- You tell me.

I guess one of them would be learning how

to stand up for yourself.

- I did and guess what?

I got in trouble.

- I didn't say things were gonna be perfect.

You're in a new place.

You're a fish out of water.

Trouble was bound to come your way,

but the thing is, you gotta stand up

for what you believe in, no matter how hard it is.

Protect what's yours.

Just follow your inner voice

and things will be fine.

(light orchestral music)

And the secret to life is,

I'll tell you tomorrow.

(light orchestral music)

(heavy acoustic music)

- Aren't you gonna stop it?

- Not unless they're on the bus.

They're not on school property.

- [Clay] How do you like that, bully?

- [Kid] Ah, let go of me.

- Why'd you get involved?

I was doing just fine.

Now you're gonna get expelled.

- But, we're not on school property.

(light orchestral music)

- Cool.

(kids clapping)

- [Kids] Go Clay, Go Clay.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Sheba whimpering)

- [Wax] Hey, punk.

You got a death wish?

- Where's my dog?

- Your dog?

You were to ch-ch-chicken to claim it,

so it's mine now.

Hear that noise?

My dad's making the cat food.

Come closer.

Wanna check my swing.

- [Dad] Wax, get your butt back here.

- Get off my property or you're dead.

(Sheba whimpering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Where you going?

- I don't know.

I can't breathe.

I can't eat.

I lost Dwayne, my job, and now Jim.

I just wanna feel again.

I love him, dad.

- I thought you were worried about going back.

- Scared to death.

I don't want things to go back to the way they were,

but sometimes we have to make

choices that hurt.

- So, when are you heading out?

- I'm not.

- So, shall I start putting your things away?

- Mom was so lucky

to have someone who cared enough about her

to make sacrifices.

Do you miss surfing sometimes?

(laughing)

- Always.

But compared to all of this, it was boring.

(laughing)

(ominous orchestral music)

(alarm ringing)

(alarm ringing)

(alarm ringing)

- Clear the floor.

- [Dwayne] No, they're still some behind this door.

- [Jim] We're on our way.

- [Dwayne] Wait.

- Wait?

What do you mean wait?

We're on our way up.

- In here.

(rumbling)

(sighing)

(light acoustic music)

- Nah.

(coughing)

Pardon me.

(light orchestral music)

(light acoustic music)

- Cool place.

Did you have to do much to it?

- Yeah, it was in pretty bad shape.

- How'd you know how?

- My dad's pretty handy.

- Where's he at?

- He's around.

- I have a secret hiding place too.

- Really?

Where?

- Promise not to tell anyone?

- Where's my blindfold?

- Come on.

(light orchestral music)

- [Clay] Wow, these look really old.

- [Kristin] Dad says they're over 100 years old.

- [Clay] Really?

- [Kristin] Yeah.

- Wow.

- Beautiful, huh?

- This is awesome.

This is cool, man.

Where did all this come from?

It's beautiful.

- I'm gonna get married in here.

Pastor stand there, groom here.

I'll stand over there with all the bridesmaids.

Hundreds of guest will be seated here.

- Who owns this place?

- My dad, but someday it'll be all mine.

- No way.

- Way.

Where are you going?

- Home.

I don't like being lied to.

- [Kristin] Clay.

Clay.

Okay, I made it up.

Clay.

Hey, I made it up.

Thought you'd like me better if my life was more exciting.

- I like you anyway.

You don't have to lie to me.

- You lied to me.

- When?

- The harmonica.

You didn't find it in the World Trade Center rubble

and you can't play it worth a hoot.

I bet your uncle couldn't either.

- He could too.

- Touchy, aren't we?

- Yeah, I am.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I really loved him.

- Loved?

- He was a fireman.

He died in the Trade Centers on 9/11.

- I'm sorry.

- He was great.

I just don't understand

why my mom never even talks about him.

- Adults have a funny way of showing that they're sad.

I bet your uncle's watching over you right now.

I better go home.

My dad gets mad if I don't set the table.

- I like your secret place.

- Next time, I'll show you my secret castle.

- [Clay] Whoa.

- So, what have you been up to?

- Looking for Sheba.

- [Kim] She always turns up.

- Not this time.

- That's nonsense.

She can find her way back from anywhere.

- Mom, she's gone,

just like dad.

- [Kim] Don't be silly.

- Are you gonna divorce him?

Mom, don't.

I mean, just 'cause a couple of fights

doesn't mean you have to give up.

- I'm sure things will work out.

Sometimes people just need a break from each other.

- Then try harder.

People have to make sacrifices when they have kids.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Hey.

How are you?

(light orchestral music)

I'm great.

Where's Clay?

- He's out looking for his dog.

- [Jim] His dog?

He wanted a dog?

- Not exactly.

- What do you mean?

You forced a dog on him?

What did he do?

- You don't wanna know.

- [Jim] Well, at least he's out looking for it.

- Yeah.

He's angry Jim,

at you, at me, at everything.

He needs his father.

- Yeah, I know.

- I need him too.

- [Jim] Well, then why did you leave?

- You left me.

It's like you didn't wanna be there anymore.

- I didn't think you wanted me there.

When Dwayne died, you just backed away from me.

I felt like you blamed me.

- No, I just missed him too much.

- I miss him too.

Why,

why couldn't you just talk to me about it?

- Everybody was acting so brave.

I hated being so scared.

You had the guys.

I stayed as long as I could.

- You want me to quit?

- What do you wanna do?

- You just don't understand.

- I understand that I'm miserable without you.

- Well, I'm miserable without you too.

Everything sucks since you left.

- [Kim] Good.

- Good?

- [Kim] I miss you.

- I miss you too.

- [Kim] I just need to sort things out.

- All right.

(Sheba whimpering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Wax] There you are.

Dog, come here, now.

- No, Sheba.

Leave her alone.

- It's my dog now.

Sheba, come here.

- Come on, girl.

- [Wax] Hey, punk.

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

- [Clay] Run.

Run.

(gun firing) (Sheba whimpering)

Sheba.

- I'll be home at 11:30, so get to bed on time.

(people chattering on TV)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Sheba.

Sheba, come on, girl.

Sheba.

Sheba, come on, girl.

(twig snapping)

Sheba?

Ow, ow.

Sheba.

(phone ringing)

- Clay.

Clay.

Clay.

(dial tone humming)

- Did you find anyone?

- Nope.

You're stuck with me.

(laughing)

- [Woman] Kim Thomas, telephone, line two.

- [Man] Hey, just take it in here.

- [Kim] Oh, thanks.

- Here you go.

Sure.

- Jim?

So,

(calculator clicking)

did dad also tell you Clay's missing again?

No.

I have a lousy job, I'm separated, and Clay hates me.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

Look, I've gotta go.

(phone hanging up)

- He's gone again?

Oh, why would he leave a beautiful mom like you.

- Cut the crap.

I've gotta go find Clay.

- Kim, Kim.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Why are you doing here?

- It's your father.

Come with me.

(sirens blaring)

- [Woman Over Intercom] Doctor Davis, telephone, please.

Doctor Davis, telephone, please.

- Mrs. Thomas.

- [Kim] Yes.

- Well, your father's diet's killing him.

- Oh, no.

- Don't worry.

I'm afraid you'll be stuck with him for quite a while,

but you do need to watch his diet.

- I told him it was heartburn.

Let's get outta here before this quack

turns me into a living donor.

(laughing)

- Thank you.

- Any time.

- [Debbie] Goodbye, Doctor.

- Bye bye.

- I bet Val was worried sick.

- I didn't call her.

- Come on, we gotta find that boy of yours.

- Uh uh.

You are going home to rest.

- What?

- Ron will drive you.

We'll look for Clay.

- No no no no, come on, we gotta--

- Yes.

- I told you it was just heartburn.

I told him the same thing.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Sheba?

(light orchestral music)

Good girl.

(Sheba whimpering)

You're hurt, girl.

We're almost there.

Come on, girl.

Hey, come on.

- [All] Clay.

Clay.

- Is there anybody else we can call?

- No, Kim.

The state police have told us to keep them informed

and we have.

Clay.

- Clay.

- [Men] Clay.

Clay.

Clay.

Clay.

Clay.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Clay.

(fire crackling)

(Sheba barking)

- [Clay] Leave him, it's just a figure.

Lie down.

(Sheba barking)

Quiet.

(Sheba barking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Amir] Hey, there's Sheba.

- She fainted.

Where's Clay?

- What do you think she's gonna do,

take us to him?

- Where's Clay?

Take us to Clay.

(Sheba howling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Whoa.

- [Kristin] You go get help.

I'll follow Sheba.

- [Clay] Sheba.

Sheba.

Help.

Help.

Mom.

Somebody help.

I'm inside.

I can't open the door.

- Clay, Clay. - Clay.

- Clay, Clay. - Clay.

Clay.

Clay, Clay.

- Clay.

Clay's in there.

- [Amir] Clay.

CLay's in there.

- Oh my god.

(all yelling)

- [Kristin] Clay. - Stay back.

- Somebody do something.

- [Man] Are you rescue?

- Yeah.

- [Man] Get in there.

(alarm ringing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(alarm ringing)

- [Dwayne] Take it easy.

Here you go.

Nice and easy.

- Clear the floor.

- [Dwayne] No, there's still some behind this door.

- [Jim] We're on our way.

- [Dwayne] Wait.

- Wait?

What do you mean wait?

(alarm ringing)

(rumbling)

(intense orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Oh my god.

Clay.

Clay.

Clay.

Come on, boy.

(Clay coughing)

Yeah, there you go.

(clapping)

- Dad.

- It's okay, son.

You're okay.

- [Clay] I don't know what happened.

- You're okay.

- [Clay] I didn't start it.

(laughing)

- I know you didn't.

(light orchestral music)

- [Kristin] Is he gonna be okay?

- I'm okay.

They just wanna check me out,

see if I messed myself.

- Man, we thought you were a goner.

- We were really worried about you.

- Where's Sheba?

- Don't worry.

She's right here.

- [Clay] Hey.

Hey, girl.

- Man, I can't believe your dad came to the rescue.

- That was so cool.

(coughing)

- How'd you find us?

- I was in the neighborhood.

(light orchestral music)

Saw the smoke over the trees.

Thank god I made it here in time.

- When did you leave?

- Right after we spoke.

- You drove all night?

- Straight through.

You okay?

- You mean after almost losing everyone I love?

Yeah, I'm just great.

- You got room at your dad's for me?

- So, you expect everything to be okay

just like that?

I don't wanna go back.

- I understand why you left.

That's how you dealt with it.

I wasn't ready to leave.

- Do we have to go back?

- Our family's here.

This is where I belong.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Boy, are you a mess.

How you doing?

You're a brave boy.

Listen,

if you don't mind,

I think I'm gonna need to move some things into your room.

- Why?

- I think we're getting another roommate.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door closing)

- Okay, Val.

You can come up and help me decorate.

Yes, I'll see you next week.

Okay.

Okay, love you.

Bye.

- Who was that?

- Val.

- Oh, how's she doing?

- I'm really glad I called her.

- Yeah?

- She needed to talk to someone so bad.

- I know just how she feels.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Jim, this is Doug.

- Hey.

- Howdy.

So, will you be headed back to New York any time soon?

- Well, actually, we found a place just down the road.

- Oh, okay.

You folks are not gonna believe this.

Wax admitted to setting that fire.

- Oh my.

- Yeah.

And during the interview,

he spilled a whole lot of information about his father.

Meanwhile, the sheriff seems to think

that we solved a whole lot of crimes just like that,

so, anyway, you folks take care.

- Okay.

- [Doug] Be seeing you around.

- Nice guy.

(car backfiring)

(laughing)

(light orchestral music)

- Hey, you got it running.

- Mm-hmm.

- Can we go for a ride?

- Hop in.

- Hey, this door's backwards.

- It's a suicide door.

- A what?

- I'll explain later.

Get in, get in, get in.

Have a granola bar.

I hate 'em.

(Sheba barking)

(light orchestral music)

(light piano music)