Burden (2022) - full transcript

Arnold house.

David?

Oh, hey Ava.

What are you up to?

Just looking at...

Um, I'm just looking
at my card collection.

Cool.

Do you want to come over

and we can
look at them together?

Um...

I don't... I don't think



that'd be
such a good idea right now.

I mean, I'd like to,
but I just can't right now.

Are you not allowed
to stay out late again?

Uh, yeah.
Yeah, that's it.

Well, I bet I can ask
my mom if you could stay over.

- Mom.
- Uh, no.

No, it's okay.

I'm pretty tired anyways.

Okay. Um...

what about tomorrow?

Maybe...

noon?

I'll be there.

Great.



Good night, David.

Good night, Ava.

Shh.

...please, please, please!

David, where is your brother?

You got
what's coming to him next

if you don't fucking
tell me where he is now!

- Do not yell at him.
- Shut up, Dianne!

What are you doing?

- Where is he?
- He's not in here.

- Where is he?
- You're drunk

and you need to calm down.

He's not in here!

Matthew?
No, no, no, no, no.

Come on!

Get out from under there!

Please, you're
going to hurt him, Matthew.

Matthew, please.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, please, stop!

The boy needs to learn
to respect his parents, huh?

Going around school
telling parents and friends

that I'm a bad father, huh?

What kind of son does that, huh?

- You're hurting him.
- Is that what family does?

I can't hear you, boy.

Do you respect me now?

Oh, my God.

No, no, no!
Matthew, careful!

Please don't hurt him!

I'll teach you.
Or you a big boy now?

Oh, a big tough
man are ya? Huh?

Oh, David.

Oh, David, no.

That is it!

Matthew! No!

We are done!
We are through!

I want you out!

Is that what you want?

Good.

'Cause I don't care
about any of you!

In fact, I hate all of you!

Is this what you want?
Is that what you want there?

Here.
Take it. Take it.

Oh my God, baby boy.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Oh you mother fucker!

I will kill you!
Get out of my house!

So let me get this straight.

You're saying that
in a seven-game series,

you wouldn't use
the same pitcher twice

if he didn't
pitch well the first time?

What?

Doesn't who's pitching
matter to you?

- Or is your answer the same?
- No, it doesn't matter.

So, what, if Nichols ends up
losing this game for us...

- Which he will.
- He shouldn't pitch

the rest of the series?

No, he had
his chance, he blew it.

Move onto the next guy,
it's that simple.

David,
it's game one of the series.

The Majors
run a five-man rotation,

and Nichols
is arguably our best pitcher.

I don't know
what you want me to say, Jack.

Hey guys.

- Ava.
- What's up?

- Question.
- Fire away.

If your best pitcher

is pitching game one of a series

and he doesn't do well
in his first game,

do you use
him again in the series?

Is he drunk?

Are you even
old enough to be in here?

Shh, I need you
to take this seriously.

To put it simply...

do you believe
in second chances?

If it's deserved,
then yeah, why not?

I think most people deserve
a second chance in life.

Finally, someone agrees with me.

'Cause David over here
doesn't think so.

Oh, tough guy, eh?

All right,
I'm going to take a leak.

You two... reconnect.

How are you?

- Good. How are you?
- I'm good.

How's your mom?

Well, she's seen better days.

She's all right.

We had dinner
before heading there.

- No way, Dylan's there.
- Really?

Yeah, he's at the game.
Did you guys see him?

No, we must have missed him.

Anyway, uh, how is he?

Dylan?
He's good.

He starts kindergarten soon.

Here.

Hoo.

Yeah, he's really excited

for baseball to start up.

Like, it's all
he's talking about.

Yeah, sure. He gonna be good?

Well, maybe not as good as you,

but, yeah,
I think he'll be good.

He could learn
a thing or two about batting

if I'm being completely honest.

It...

Oh, no.

What happened?

Fucking...
Coach Daniels just texted me.

Oh?

I got cut.

- I'm sorry, Jack.
- Baseball?

Oh, that sucks.

Whatever.

Can we go?

Sure.

Well, I guess...

I guess we're leaving.

What?

Here.

Really?

Oh, shit.

You know what?

Screw Coach Daniels anyways.

If he doesn't want me,

then I don't want
to be on the team.

Most Juniors don't make it
to varsity anyway.

- You did.
- I worked for it.

And what, I didn't?

Jack, you spend all your time
inside playing video games.

- What do you expect?
- I put in the work.

You just never see me.

I don't see you
'cause you don't practice.

- Yes, I do.
- When?

I worked my ass off
for that spot on the team!

Oh, and what
do you want me to do?

Text Coach.

And say what?

I'm your younger brother.

I come
from the same genes as you!

Tell him
to give me a spot on the team.

I'm not going to do that, Jack.

Why not?
I'm telling you,

I'm as good
as any player on that team.

Coach just has it out for me.

If you set him straight,
I'll be running laps

around those losers
by the end of the season.

- Watch the road.
- The one time I ask you

for a favor, you let me down?

You don't think
I'm good enough, do you?

- Jackson, the road!
- What's a big brother for then?

Aren't you supposed
to watch out for me?

Pull over!

In control of everything!

He hit the pole.

Are they okay?

Everything all right?

We gotta go!

We gotta go, man.
Nobody saw anything.

We could just go.

The cops will be here fast.

They'll be okay.
We gotta go!

There's a kid?

It's Dylan.

What?

It's Ava's kid.

And that's his dad,
dead in the driver's seat.

What...

I can't...

The cops will come
with an ambulance.

They'll be fine.

We're faster,
we're closer to the hospital.

We can get there
faster than they can get here.

- David...
- Jackson!

Hey, welcome home, baby.

All right.

Don't! Sit.
I got it.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I see you kept the car.

Yeah, yeah,
what was I gonna do, sell it?

Jack couldn't make it?

Oh, I don't know
what your brother's doing.

What do you mean?

Well, he hasn't been around
to see me in months.

Actually it's...

probably been about a year now.

Now that I start
thinking about it.

Well, I'll go see him.

Who is it?

It's me, Jackson.

What do you want?

I'm back.

Do you want to get lunch?

Nah. Can't.

Why?

I'm busy.

Jackson, open the door.

I'm not
talking to you like this.

You see me now.

What do you want?

Hey.

I'm heading for lunch.
Do you want to come?

No.

Why not?

Busy.

I saw the
Chevelle's at home and...

surprised you didn't take it.

You think Mom
would ever give it to me?

Yeah. She says you hadn't
been around in a while.

Why would I be?

Is something wrong?

You tell me.

You okay?

I... I got an interview today.

Where?

Well, I texted Coach.

I asked if I could
get a job doing something

at the field, you know?

Maybe coaching.

Hopefully coaching.

That's great, honey.

Son, how have you been?

Good.

How's the mom?

She's all right.
Thanks for asking.

So...

what can I do for you?

Well, Coach, I need a...

I... I... I want a job.

You know, I'm thinking
I could make a great coach.

David, it's mid-season.

We ain't got any jobs.

And even if I did...

would that really be
the best thing?

Well, I've always been one
of your best players, you know,

and I think I could make
an excellent addition

to the coaching staff.

You know, I know
a lot of players go

- from player to coach...
- David. David.

I'm not denying your talent.

Trust me.

I just...

I just can't
do it right now, son.

The moms in these
leagues would kill me.

Maybe next season,

maybe some father will drop out

of coaching
a Little League team.

And by that time,
the storm will blow over,

and it'll be
an afterthought in your life.

Yeah.

Here. How's this.

You know what?
You know what I got?

I got this umpire gig
for a Little League division.

The guy doing the job
doesn't show up on time.

Hell.

You'd be wearing a mask.

It'd be a solution for everyone.

How does that sound?

So...

how did it go?

I got it.

Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you!

What team?

What?

What team are you coaching?

Oh, it's a Little League team.

Good for you, David.

Yeah.

Look, I'm going for a walk.

Do you want to come?

I just saw Jackson.

And?

Oh, honey, he's... he's just...

He hasn't recovered
from the accident...

mentally.

Mentally.

I don't think
he ever will, to be honest.

Most people handle
things differently.

He was always
the emotional one, David.

He will always have a bigger
and longer reaction to things.

He's so grateful
for what you did for him.

But he's just...

he suffered in a much
different way than you did.

One sec.

David.

What the hell was that?

- Was that who I think it was?
- Yes, it was.

Are you crazy?
What are you doing?

We remained
close over the years, David.

We were family friends before
it happened, you know that.

So, what, you're...
You're best friends now?

She's lonely, David.

I help her when she needs help.

You help her?

She's renovating the house.
I help her paint.

Mom, do you know
what I did to them?

No.

She knows
what Jackson did to them.

- David, she needed to know.
- We talked about this.

That isn't
your place to do that.

No, that's your place
to do that.

No, that isn't anyone's place!

She's such a good woman, David.

And Dylan,
Dylan is such a good kid.

He reminds me so much of you.

And I just think...

I don't care!
I can't care!

It's just...

Why are you doing this to me?

It's like a constant reminder...

You won't have to deal
with it for much longer!

I am going...

I have something
I need to go and do.

And I'd appreciate it very much

if when I see you
tomorrow morning...

you don't have
the same attitude.

It was a kid?

It's Dylan.

It's Ava's kid.

Morning.

Knocked over the clock.
Sorry if I woke you.

I'm also...

sorry I overreacted yesterday.
I didn't...

I didn't mean to yell at you.
I just...

I found this photo of us.

Jackson, you, and me.

I'd never seen it before.

I didn't even know it existed.

It's...

look at... look at that.

Are we waiting on anyone?

No.

Let's get started then,
shall we?

Okay.

This seems
pretty straightforward.

"All my belongings
I leave to David Arnold,

my eldest son."

Wait, hold on.

Seems we have one more.

She made a final update
to her will a few days ago.

"There's a present
in my bedroom closet

which will be left
to Ava Williams's son,

Dylan Williams.

It is to be given
to Dylan by my son David."

David.

I didn't know you were home.

I am.

I'm sorry about your mom.

So?

Um, mom left Dylan
a present before she, uh...

What is it?

I don't know.
I didn't open it.

Dylan. Come here.

This is a gift
from Auntie Dianne.

This is Auntie
Dianne's son, David.

We used to be friends
when we were your age.

Hello, Mister.

All right.

Thank you.

Look, Mom!

Oh! Wow.

That's my glove.

Sorry?

It... it was my glove
when I was Dylan's age.

- Oh.
- No, no. Keep it.

I didn't...
I didn't know she held onto it.

It's good, it'll go to good use.

Okay, sweetheart,
what do you say?

Thank you, Mister.

Dylan left his last glove
out in the rain,

so I guess this saves us
from getting a new one, huh?

You play baseball?

Yup and I'm going to be
the best player ever.

Okay, go grab your ball.
We'll play catch after lunch.

All right.
Thank you, David. Here.

You teach it now?

Yeah.

I teach a night class to people
who want to learn how to paint.

It's mostly old people,
but, you know, I enjoy it.

I teach with Jessica
from high school.

- Remember her?
- Yeah.

So, yeah, I don't know
why I gave you that,

but my number is on the front.

If you ever find anything
of ours at your mother's place.

You were over?

Yeah.

Often, actually.

I'll see you at the funeral.

You're coming?

If that's okay.

See ya there.

You've reached Jackson.

I'll get back to you when I do.

Hey, Jackson, it's me.

Um...

funeral's tomorrow.

Wondering if maybe you
could drive me, since I can't?

I don't know,
maybe you could, um,

take a bus over

and you could drive
Dad's car if you wanted to?

Um...

anyway, uh, let me know.

- David.
- No.

- David, wait.
- Walk away.

David, why won't you
talk to me, please?

I've got nothing to say to you!

I can't imagine
you have anything

- to say...
- David.

Hi Ava.
Nice to see you.

Hey, Matthew.

David.

David.

I'm sober.

Go, please.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Pull over.

What?

Please.

Fuck.

Where are you going?

Thanks for the ride, Ava.
I don't need it.

It's okay, David.

I know
what you're going through.

You have no clue.

You don't think I know, huh?

You don't think I've been
in this exact same spot?

I know exactly
what you're going through.

And if you give it any leeway,
David, it'll kill you.

It'll fucking kill you!

Look.

I forgot about that.

I found it while I was going
through some of my old stuff.

That's crazy to think
we went to prom together.

Or the first
part of prom, anyway.

It must have been
12 months later I had Dylan.

I'll always remember

prom was on the same day
as Dylan's birthday.

Does he know?

No.

He doesn't.

He remembers
something happened, but...

he doesn't know what.

And I'd like
to keep it that way.

He doesn't remember
anything about his father.

And I know he's curious.

But he's just not ready yet.

I remember when I first went in.

My mom would visit every Monday.

She'd visit me every Monday

for the first four
years I was there,

and she'd come with that week's
update on the Majors.

I swear, she went to every game.

She knew all the players,
how they played,

even all their places
in the standings.

She was a great woman.

Yeah, but that's the thing.
She didn't like baseball.

- I thought she did.
- No.

Well, my dad liked baseball.

She didn't... she
didn't really care much for it.

Of course she came
to my games when I was a kid.

Jackson and my dad
did too, but...

She'd never go to a game
that didn't involve us.

She said it was too boring.

Jackson and I went
to every Majors game we could.

We were their biggest fans.

Absolute die hards.

And since
I couldn't go anymore...

she'd go for me.

She'd take
multiple nights off each week

just to go to baseball games

that she didn't
give a shit about.

Just as an excuse

to be able to talk to me
about something on Monday.

Ended up
watching the games anyway.

I think she didn't think
we had TV in there,

but I never told her.

I just kind of liked hearing
her explain it, you know?

She'd come every Monday
and give me the rundown

on what happened
in each game and...

that's my mom.

You holding up?

Oh yeah, man.

Holding up so good.

You want to talk about it?

Older bro checking up on
his younger, troubled brother.

- So touching.
- Yeah, where have you been?

I've been busy getting
none of Mom's inheritance.

Who told you that?

No one.

That's how I knew.

No call, no inheritance.

I saw you
with Dad at the funeral.

He's been helping me out lately.

Sure.

I don't know, he's just...

He's been helping me
back on my feet, you know?

You forgive him?

It's not like that.

He's been good for like
five years now or something.

I don't know, that AA shit...

it works.

Hmm.

Is this part of your program?

I'm not in any program.

I don't need no program.

You sure?

I can quit when I want to.

I just don't want to.

You may be too young
to remember this, Jackson.

But the things that happened
in our household...

things he did to you, to us...

were unforgivable.

I don't care if he's your
own blood, your own family.

A real father
doesn't beat their kids

with the fist
that wears their wedding ring.

I've been with you my whole life

and I'm still fucking here.

You know where I am.

Do we have
any more paint out here?

- Uh, this one's empty, too.
- All right. Um, hmm...

I can walk
to the store, pick some up.

It won't take me long.
I just have to grab my wallet.

Oh, no, that's okay.
I'll just drive and get some.

- Shit.
- You all right?

Yeah, Dylan is going to be
back from school any minute.

Do you mind just like,
waiting on the porch?

I just don't want him to be...

- spooked.
- Yeah, sure.

I don't mean anything by it.

No, I get it.

Okay, I'll be 10 minutes, tops.

I'll be here.

Hello Mister.

It's locked.

It's locked.

She just went to the store.
She'll be back.

Hey.

- Hey guys.
- Hey Mom.

What's up?

Mister and I are playing catch.

I see that.

- Can I help?
- No, it's okay. It's okay.

Dylan, did you forget
your key at school again?

I forgot it in my desk.

Anything I should know about?

No, nothing.

Come on, sweetheart.
It's time for lunch.

I think we're good for the day.

Bye, Mister.

Thanks
for playing catch with me.

Hello?

Hey.
What are you up to?

Um, nothing.

Uh, do you need me to come...

Come back over
and finish painting?

No, no.

Dylan and I are going
to East Park tomorrow.

It's supposed to be
a beautiful day outside,

so we're going
to make the best of it.

And, um, Dylan was wondering

if you wanted to join?

You don't have to
if you don't want to.

But Dylan was quite
looking forward to it.

He says he needs someone
to ride the go-karts with.

He says I'm too slow.

I don't know
how much faster I can go.

Hey, I'll be there.

Come on.

You're telling me that
you never cheated on his test?

No.

But you were
so busy with baseball.

Yeah, and?

Well, my mom would know
if I cheated.

Like, if I came home
with a 90 on a test

that she never saw me study for,

she'd know something was up.

Whatever happened with that?

- What?
- Baseball.

Why did you stop?

You want to know the true story

or the one
I usually tell people?

Both.

Well, when people
ask me this question,

I usually have this answer
built up in my mind.

I usually tell them
it's 'cause...

my dad left when I was a kid

and I had to help
my mom pay the bills.

But...

that's not true 'cause
my dad left and I was 14.

I didn't quit baseball
until after high school.

Then why?

After he left and stopped
coming to my games, I just...

guess I just
stopped caring, you know?

It's tough though,

'cause like, I put so much time

into this one thing
for so long and...

it's just hard
to know when to...

let it go.

Why do you teach painting?
Not paint paint?

Have you ever seen my stuff?

No.

This is why I don't paint paint.

It's amazing.

It's...

it kind of reminds me of um...

When I was a kid,

my dad used to take us
to the beach all the time.

We'd only go on windy days
because of the waves.

We'd race into the water

and see who could crash
into the biggest wave.

It's kind of...

one of the few
good memories I have of him.

Do you have any more?

Yeah.

Ooh.

Where's that?

Nowhere.
I created it.

What?

You don't have to say anything.

If you don't like it,
you can be honest with me.

It's beautiful.

What's it doing in a box?

What do you mean?

What are you doing?

This painting deserves more
than just to rot away in a box.

There.

Right where it belongs.

Where will I put
the mirror then?

What do you need a mirror for?

Hello?

Yo, what are you doing?

I'm...

I'm just
at Labatt Park right now.

The Majors are playing.
I'm about to head in.

Oh.
Can I come?

Um...

I'm actually... I'm with some
people right now, actually.

Who are you going with?

You wouldn't know him.

Oh, okay.

Um, another time then.

Yeah. Definitely.

We got to catch up soon.

I miss watching
these games with you.

Yeah, me too.

Okay well, I got to go.

It was good
talking to you though.

You too.

You ready?

Okay, come on.

He's their best pitcher.

You can't just get
rid of them after one hit.

Well, maybe the manager knows
something we don't, right?

Maybe he thinks his best pitcher

is better suited
for another game.

So, we'll pull him out
early to save his arm.

It's game one of the series.

You gotta set the stage,

and you do that
with your best pitcher.

How do you know all this?

Know what?

All this stuff about baseball.
Aren't you like, eight?

Every night if I watch
the 6 p.m. news with my mom,

she'll let me stay up and watch
the late-night game on TV.

And you do?

Oh.

You know, I used
to stay up late at night

and just listen on
my Walkman radio under the bed.

I never got
to watch the games on TV.

A radio?
You're old, Mister.

Wow.

And they're pulling him?
Oh, my God.

How fast are you?

Run!
Run, Dylan, run!

Woo-hoo!

Woo! Go, go, go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, Dylan!

Woo-hoo!
Look at him go! Yeah!

Hey! Look at that.
You're on TV!

Woo-hoo!

Woo-hoo!

Beautiful.

Okay everyone, five more minutes

and then we will show the class.

So, how are things?

I'm great.

And Dylan?

He is at
a baseball game right now,

so I assume
he's pretty happy as well.

I thought you always booked
off work because of the games.

No, not his.
He's at a Majors game.

Oh, that's cool.
Who'd he go with? A friend?

You could say that.

Yeah, he's there
with a friend of mine

where he's, um,
maybe a little bit more

than a friend to the both of us.

But yes, a friend.
A friend.

And does this friend
happen to have a name?

Yes, Jessica.
He has a name.

Um, it's David.

From school.

David.

- Like, "David" David?
- Yeah.

Just to be clear, we're talking
about the one who killed Scott?

Oh, my God. Yes.

Yes, Scott, my ex-boyfriend,

thank you so much
for reminding me.

But he didn't mean to do it.

I've explained this
to you already.

Yeah, he saved Dylan.

But how did Dylan get there?
Because of David.

I'm obviously
missing something here.

You wouldn't understand.

Ava, look at me.

Oh my God,
you're sleeping with him.

No. What?

Jessica,
I am not sleeping with him.

Keep your voice down.

Like, I knew
you always had a crush on him,

but I didn't
think you'd date him...

Okay, can you just
finish the class for me?

I didn't mean to upset you.

- I'm just looking out for you.
- I know.

I know.

Careful.

Well, what are we gonna do now?

- I don't know.
- I don't know either.

I guess we're going
to have to get ice cream.

- Hey!
- Jackson.

Is that who I think it is?

Here, just go wait up at the
lights, I'll meet you up there.

Answer!

- Jackson, calm down.
- No.

What are you doing with him?

Well, we just went
to the game, man.

I thought we were finally
putting this is behind us.

Now you're...
You told him, didn't you?

That... that I did it.
That I'm the bad guy. Right?

They could still press charges!

What has this man told...

- Get off of me!
- Shut the fuck up, hey!

- Get off of me!
- Shut up!

Dad, stop!

Don't hurt him.
I'm okay.

So, what?

You're a daddy figure now?

Does he know?

No.

You never lose, do you?

- Jackson.
- Get the fuck off me.

All right.
Look at me. Look at me.

Look at my feet. Okay?

When you swing, your front foot

should step forward
like that, okay?

And your back foot should pivot.

That's right.
Okay.

Now, full motion
should look like this.

- Hey, Ave.
- "Ave?"

Dylan just wanted me
to help him with his swing.

Um...

can I talk
to you outside for a sec?

Sure.

Here.
All right, line it up.

Okay?
I'll be right back.

What's up?

Um...

Dylan called me "Dad" today.

What?

What?

I... I don't know
how to respond to that.

What do you mean?

He thinks you're his dad, David.

Ever since you showed up.

I don't know if it's some
sense he believes he has.

It's why he wants
to see you all the time.

He's curious.

Just don't...
Don't bring this up with him

and hopefully
he will just forget about it.

I cannot deal
with this right now.

Well, I can.

I can be there for him.

For you. I...

I can be that person.

Good night, David.

Strike three!
Batter, out.

Switch sides.

Excuse me, are you going
to keep calling the game?

Are you who I think you are?

- Sorry?
- Are you who I think you are?

- Let's go, buddy!
- Go Dylan.

Oh, that's okay, buddy.
That's okay.

Right back here.
Right back.

Hey.

Aren't you that guy who killed
that dude in a car accident?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Oh yeah, it is you.

How the hell
did you get this job?

Ma'am, it's a...
It's a minimum wage...

I don't care.

You shouldn't be
umping a kid's baseball game.

Who hired you?

Oh dude, my dad read about you
in the paper a few weeks ago.

You... you must have
just gotten out.

Dude, you're a monster.

I'm going to call
the commissioner.

Hell, maybe even the Free Press.

Ava.

- Hey.
- It's okay.

David, I'm not mad at you.

It's just the kids.
I'm sorry.

I just need time.
I just need space.

Watch the game
and then we'll go.

Yeah.

Listen, kid.

I don't want to do this.

But some parents
around the league

noticed you and complained.

I told you
not to take the mask off.

Listen.

Umping wasn't for you anyways.

Take the rest of the season off.

We can talk about a coaching job

later in the year.

When you're out
of the news more.

Okay?

Things like this die down
quicker than you'd think.

There's going to be a bigger
and worse story next week.

Hey.

Head up.

Don't let this
beat you down, kid.

You made a mistake.

Make up for it.

That's the best you can do.

Coming!

- What are you doing here?
- Let's go. Come on.

- Where?
- Coming or what?

Come on,
I'll tell you on the way.

'Kay, just...

Okay, honey,

I'm going to go out
with David for a little bit.

I'll be back soon, okay?

Can I watch the game, please?

Mmm, what do I say?

Only if I watch the news.

Good boy.
I love you.

Muah! Muah.

Be good.

I'll have Jessica
come check on you.

Love you, sweetie.

Barrington's
two home runs last night

helped rally
the Majors to a 6-5,

bottom of the ninth
comeback win.

Putting them back in first place

in the division.

Breaking news.

Coming up tonight
on our 6 p.m. special.

Infamous David Arnold
of London, Ontario,

has resurfaced at Labatt Park

after spending
nearly half a decade

in the Elgin-Middle sex
Detention Center.

I got you, I got you.

David.

- Keep them closed.
- Are you going to rob me?

'Cause I'll kick your ass.

I swear I will.

Okay.

Okay.

- Keep them closed.
- I will.

Okay. You can open 'em.

What are we doing here?

I owe you a dance.

Mm-mm.

Well, I got good tunes.

You're coming in, right?

Yeah.
Just give me a sec.

Okay.

Mom!

Why didn't you tell me?

I know who Mister really is!

The lady on the news told me!

You betrayed me!

I hate you,
I hate you, I hate you!

What happened?

You lied to me!

- David.
- Don't come near me.

- I fucking mean it.
- I just want to talk.

I said, don't fucking touch me!

All I'm asking for
is a conversation.

A second chance.

You want a second chance, huh?

Yes. Please.

Okay.

All right.

Go home.

Go home or wherever
the fuck you came from.

Build yourself a time machine.

Are you with me so far?

Go back in time, okay?

Don't beat my mother.

Don't beat my brother.

Don't come home
drunk every night.

Can you do that?

I know I can't
change the past, David.

Yeah,
you're goddamn right you can't.

David.

David, please.

David.

David, if you can hear me...

Jackson is in jail.

He got into a fight in a bar,

and he called me
to bail him out.

But...

I think it should be you.

I think you should
be the one to go get him.

You all right?

Hey!

Thanks for the bailout, bro.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Is that what this is about?

Is this about what?

It is, isn't it?

You're still mad
about what I did.

Do you know who I did it for?

- I did it for you, Jackson.
- See, there.

That's the problem right there.

Sure, yeah,
you went to prison for it.

For me.

Thank you, Master David.

Thank you for taking the fall.

I owe you my life.
But fuck you!

You caused that accident
way more than I did.

And then you take the fall

and think
you're baptized or something?

I didn't cause the accident.
You drove the car.

You took me to the bar!

We took your car.
You chose to drink.

You chose to make me drive home.

I was 18.
How is that fair?

You're not the angel
you think you are.

I don't think that.
I didn't say that.

Well, that's what Mom thought.

Don't you dare
bring mom into this.

You're the oldest.

The athletic one.
The good-looking one.

The perfect son that saved us
from our abusive father.

Me, I'm the runt
she never gave two shits about.

She'd look at me
and feel like a failure.

- Jackson!
- No, you listen.

That's all she said,
all the time.

You're perfect and I'm not.

You saved me.

And I should have been
the one in jail.

Not you. Me.

She couldn't even
look me in the eye anymore.

Jack...

What, you want me to apologize?

I killed someone!

I killed someone.

And I took the fall.

I didn't ask for it.

I didn't ask
for you to take the fall.

I've been suffering
for five fucking years.

I may not have gone to jail,

but life on the outside
sure as hell felt like one.

David,
just... just slow down, man.

Just fucking slow down, okay?

Look.
Let's just call Mom.

She'll know what to do.

Let's just fucking call Mom.
Okay?

David!

Grow up! Be a man!

You got us into this mess.

I'm going to get us out of it.

Mom can't save you from this.

Fuck.

You all right, Dylan?

Stay with me, bud.
Stay with me.

So...

we've got David Arnold
and Jackson Arnold, correct?

You guys called
someone to let them know

you're down here
at the precinct tonight?

Our mother.

Now, David, you're 23.

- Jackson, you're...
- 18.

I just have one more thing
I got to ask right now.

Who drove the Chevelle tonight?

I did.

David Reginald Arnold,

I'm placing you under arrest
for vehicular manslaughter.

You understand?

You have the right to retain

and instruct counsel
without delay.

Do you understand?

You have the right...

to contact an attorney...

Mom. Mom!

Mom!

Mom.

What?

What are you up to?

Dylan doing all right?

Yeah, he's okay.

He's at a sleep over, so...

hopefully that'll cheer him up.

I think you should come over
and we should talk.

We should talk
about what happened.

I'll be there.

Hey.

How'd you get here?
Is that your car?

Are you drunk?

- David, are you drunk?
- No.

Don't lie to me.

I can taste it on your breath!

I'm not drunk.

And you drove here?
You drove here in that car?

What the...

What is wrong with you?

You think you know me?

You don't know me, Ava.

I fucked up.

I fucked up.

I'm suffocating here!

What?

You don't have anything to say?

Come on, say something!

I ruin my mom's life.

I... I ruined my brother's life.

I'm ruining your life.

I don't know why you tolerate me

after all I've done.

Because.

Because I understand
what you did for your brother

and what you did for my son.

What if it was me?

What if I did it?

Did you?

Dad.
Dad, come on.

Go, go, go, go.
Come on.

- Okay.
- I'm not going.

Come on.

Hey.

Thanks for seeing me.

- Are you hungry? It's on me.
- No.

Okay...

Look, I'm not here
to forgive you.

What you did to my mother
and my brother is inexcusable.

I'll never forgive you for that.

- I'm... I'm not here for that.
- So, what do you want?

You just want to talk things
over now that Mom's dead?

You want to be friends?

It's not going to happen.
It's not that easy.

You think
you could do that with Jackson,

but he doesn't even know
half of the shit

that you did to him.

He doesn't realize.

You know that he's drinking more

than he's ever drank before
because of you?

And he thinks that that's okay.

He's an alcoholic
because of you.

Because you're an alcoholic.
And you made him that way.

No, I know!

David, please.

Please, just listen to me.
Okay?

That night.

Five years ago,
the night of the crash...

your mother called me.

And she said something to me
that I will never forget.

She said...

"Matthew...

our boys are in trouble...

and I need your help."

Your mother,
my wife of 16 years...

needed my help.

Her...

abusive, drunken, messed up...

ex-husband's help.

And I knew she really needed it,

and I was wanted, David.

I was wanted...

for the first time in a decade.

I was...

I was a real mess

after I left the family.

But from the night
of that phone call,

I haven't touched
a drop of alcohol.

Because I made
a promise to myself.

And I made a promise
to your mother,

the love of my life...

that I would do right
by her children...

and I would do right by her.

And my drinking, I know...

it took the family
to a dark place.

And I take that blame.

But I'm in AA now, David.

I'm sober five years.

And I know you wouldn't see me
while you were in prison.

I... I understand that.

So, I waited and I waited
until you got out...

so that I could see you...

and apologize to you for the...

the horrible things...

that I did to you...

and your mother...

and Jackson.

I'm sorry.

And I'm trying here, David.

I'm... I'm really, really trying.

So, I'm just asking...

for a second chance.

Your mother's dying wish to me

was to look after our boys.

And that's exactly
what I want to try and do.

Because that's what family does.

I'm sorry, Jackson.

You're right.

We were both drinking.

I should never have
let you drive.

I'm your big brother,
I'm supposed to protect you.

I thought
I was doing that, but...

I realize now...

where that's put you.

I failed you as a brother...

and a friend...

and I'm sorry.

Come on, man.

It's okay.

You're okay with me.

Come on, it's okay.

Yeah.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Okay.

Hello?

Dylan.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, um...

I just came to talk.

I think we're a bit beyond that.

Are you moving?

Yeah and actually,
we have to go soon.

Mom?

Where's my backpack?

Why'd you do it?

I'm so sorry.

God, I'm sorry.

I don't want to go.

It's going to be okay.

It'll be all right.

You got a great mom here.

Don't you forget it.

You're going to meet
so many new friends.

No, this is yours now.

You take care of this glove.

You wear it
every second of every day.

Don't leave it
in the rain, okay?

I want to hear
about your home run.

Are you going to come
to all my games?

Well, I mean, I'll be able to...

Yeah. I'll be there.

Honey, go see if you left
anything in your room.

We gotta go.

Goodbye, Mister.

- Ava, I'm...
- I know.

Today,
I'm here with my two sons,

David and Jackson.

Welcome David and Jackson.

As some of you might remember

from my story...

you know that
I hurt these two boys very...

very badly.

And I haven't been
a part of their lives

for a very long time
because of my drinking.

And because of what
alcohol did to me and...

in the end, to them.

And it wasn't until
the last few months

that I've been able
to reconnect with them.

And they're
going to try and let me...

rebuild together.

I can't...

I can't take back
what I did to them.

All I can do is...

try to make up for it
in any way that I can.

I call this room.

Thought you'd be
getting tired of the good old

heel toe express.

Holy shit, Jackson.

You can't afford that.

Don't worry about it.

- No, take it back.
- It's yours.

Take it, bro.

Are you kidding me, man?

Can't have
my big bro bus sing around.

Do you remember how to bicycle?

It's one foot after the other,
okay bud?

Yeah. Thanks.

And now,

I'd like to call up
Jackson Arnold...

for surpassing
his 30-day-sober mark.

Congratulations, Jackson.

Woo!

Come on, Dylan!

Woo!

Run!

Woo!

Ball four.
Batter, take your base.

Ump, time!

Hey. Head up.

All right.

It's four-three us.

Two outs.
They got the bases loaded.

And you just walked
three straight guys.

This kid on home plate
could win the game for them.

I should take you out.

But I'm not going to do that.

'Cause you're our best pitcher.

We need you here, buddy.

All right, I'm going to go back
to the dugout.

I want you to throw
three strikes

straight down the middle
and win this game for us.

Can you do that?

All right, now fist-bump me.
Let's do this.