Yinz (2018) - full transcript

[somber music plays]

[gate closes]

[somber music intensifies]

[Mindy] Loyalty.
That's important to you.

Yeah. It's important
to everyone, right?

Your mother wasn't exactly--

For the millionth time,

she left when I was a baby

and went back to Israel.

She's had
no influence on my life.

Do you feel
like she was disloyal?



No.

It's like she never existed.

That's just cheap shrink stuff,
Dr. Szyzmanski.

[sighs]

I think we could make
a breakthrough, Bradley,

if you would just talk
about this.

Shane and Jonnie.
Do you consider them family?

Sure.

Do you think people judge you
based on your family situation?

Don't you wish
you had gotten away?

That's and interesting question.

Well?

Gotten away from what?

Here.



Everything.

All this bullshit.

How you can't escape
from anything

and how everyone has
their mind made up about you

before they even meet you.

I can't discuss that
with you here.

I'm sorry.

I'm interested in your feelings
on that, though.

You know how it is.

-[Shane] What's happening?
-Got you some Coneys.

Ah, thanks.

[Brad] How was practice?

It was good.

[Shane sighs]

What's the plan for tonight?

[Brad] Not much.
I may go down to Pittsburg

to see the college girl
if she finishes studying.

-[Shane] Yeah?
-Yeah.

Have you discussed
your secret girlfriend

with Dr. Szyzmanski
in counseling?

Maybe she might have
something to say about it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey.

Oh, come with Jonnie and me
to Youngstown.

There's this, uh,
new Imax opening tonight.

Nah, I'm okay.

You don't need to see her
every night.

It's not healthy.

If I wanted advice,
I'd ask Dr. Szyzmanski.

Practice ran long.
Wanted to spruce up for you.

-[Mindy] You look great, Tommy.
-You too.

Gallo's is still the best.

The best.

So, you think more about us?

Is that what this is about?

Well, yeah.

It is.

And what do you think?

I'm still thinking, I suppose.

Always the brainy type.

I'm the action type.

[Mindy]

That's why we make
a good pairing.

I'm not getting back
on one knee again.

Please, Tommy, not this.

I've been in love with you
since grade school,

Mindy Szyzmanski.

I stole my mom's ring
and gave it to you.

Ma had a conniption fit.

Dad beat my ass,
but it was worth it.

Irregardless of my love,

you threw it out.

-I'm sorry.
-Let's cut to the chase.

Forget what happened last time.

I'm not going to marry you
right now, Tommy.

I feel bad
I ever told you otherwise.

I think you are
a lovely, responsible man.

And frankly,
you deserve better than me.

We'd bring each other
a lot of respect round town...

if we were married.

I thought you might see things
differently now.

Might avoid some complications.

No.

Look, I know it hurts.

I'm sorry.

There's not a lot of good guys
in this town

that are gonna ignore what
happened to you in your past.

Be a good husband for you.

You agree with me, right?

I've been seeing someone, Tommy.

I'm trying to make
something new work.

Do you wanna talk
about Julia this week?

Do you feel like
she betrayed you?

Betrayed?

Yes, betrayed.

In a way, isn't that what
she did to you?

[Julia cries]

Brad...

Bradley...

He has these-- these--

He has these videos of us.

That experience
must have been painful.

It wasn't painful.
It was shitty.

Did her actions
remind you of anything else?

Did it bring up
familiar feelings?

No, Dr. Szyzmanski. No.

You're not helping me
harping on this.

And it's not real original
either.

What? Did you learn
that in shrink school?

[alarm buzzes]

Our session's over, Bradley.

You got me all worked up.

I wish we could keep talking.

And you didn't even tell me
why you value Shane so much.

Maybe next time you can--

Thing about my family is
I know I'm nothing like them.

The reason why I love Shane
is because I know

he'd be there for me in a pinch.

That's the most important thing
in a person.

Come here, Bradley.

I'm not going anywhere.

[Mindy] You have
to let me go to bed.

No, I don't.

[both chuckle]

-[TV on]
-[both laugh]

It's amazing.

Oh, is it--

Give Jonnie a ride home, Shane.
Don't even think of driving.

-Didn't even say--
-[Norm] Where the hell's Brad?

He's down in Pittsburgh
and that.

-With his mystery college lady.
-All right.

As long as he wraps it
before he taps it.

Oh, shit, Norm.

[both pant]

No. Just... no.

-Why?
-Not tonight, Bradley.

Come on, please.

-Do you even love me anymore?
-Shh.

Relax. Relax.

Boys, I'm going out of town
for the long weekend.

That means, Shane, you
gotta Brad and Jonnie in line.

Yes, sir. Will do.

Jonnie?

I love you, man,

but no sleeping here
while I'm away.

Come on, Norm.

I mean, Shane gets to sleep
here every night.

It's on you.

You have my word, Norm.

-[Norm] That is my boy.
-[Shane] Uh-huh.

-[chuckles]
-[Norm] And get him out of here.

Go on!

Shit!

-It's a school night.
-But--

Just listen
to how absurd that is.

But why?

[Mindy sighs]

People at school

have been
looking at me strangely.

My little old neighbor asked
if I had a new boyfriend.

[sighs]

It might all be in my head,
but it's taking a toll on me.

You're just being paranoid.

It's time to leave now, Bradley.

-What about this weekend?
-Let's just be safe.

-Give it a rest.
-What about my place?

What about Shane?

You'll be fine, Bradley.

[adventurous music]

Goddamn it.

Little faggot.

[door opens]

It's a little late,
don't you think?

Sorry.

I was driving back
from Pittsburgh.

Can't you find some girl
in this town

for the next six months?

What are you doing up?

I was watching
some of Shane's game film.

I'm actually nervous

for the Punxsutawney game
next week.

Can I have one?

Sure.

[pours whiskey]

I'll take it in my room.

Don't be an ingrate.

[glasses chink]

Thanks.

[Norm] I'm good to you.

I should be able to get
both you and Shane into Penn.

I see he wants to go
to a basketball school,

but I think an Ivy's right
for both of you.

Don't mess up a done deal.

My grades are still good.

Shane knows
where he'd be without me.

You should think about it, too.

You're the best.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Assistant Principal
Tomasetti here.

[Norm]
You framing my son again?

-No. I--
-Then what?

I am busy here at work.

I need to talk to you,
just kinda one-on-one,

about Brad.

[Norm] Brad okay?

He's fine, uh, but--

[Norm] Is it urgent, Tommy?

No. It's just--

We gotta talk.

We don't need to meet.
Brad's fine.

He's putting his future at risk.
I'm worried about him.

[Norm] Girls turning in
any more of his snuff films?

Not exactly, but it is
about his sexual inclinations.

-He's not gay.
-Of course not.

I would never imitate
that about a student.

[sighs]

We gotta talk about him

before he hurts another girl

and gets in trouble again.

Mano a mano.

[Norm sighs]

So talk, Tommy.

It's complex and sensitive.

I'd rather discuss
what's perspiring in person.

-[Norm] Yeah. I don't think--
-Even over the long weekend?

I'll come down
yinz place to talk.

I can't this weekend.

-Aren't you worried about--
-[Norm] Brad is virile.

Takes after his old man.
That is healthy.

Regardless, this has nothing
to do with school, Tommy.

I try to go
by Principal Tomasetti

or even Coach Tomasetti
here at school, Lawyer Levin.

Brad'll be fine, Tommy.

I miss when we could
just talk in here.

-We still can.
-It's weird.

It's not like it used to be.

Are you saying
this isn't therapeutic anymore?

[exhales]

I just wish you would've
let me sleep over last night.

Then I'd feel a lot better
and I wouldn't need this shit.

Did you talk to your father
about seeing someone

outside of school?

-No.
-Are you going to?

[scoffs]
So I should see two therapists?

It's not uncommon.
You can talk to him about us.

I looked it up.
He'd have to tell the police.

You don't have to go
into specifics.

I don't wanna see
another therapist.

Just come sit down, Brad.
Please.

[knocking on the door]

I interrupt something?

Yes, you did.

Counseling is private, Tommy.

Levin, you're coming
with me, son.

-Can I finish my session?
-No.

There's some lessons
you gotta learn.

Isn't that why I'm in here

in the first place?

You're the bad guy here
in this situation.

You know that?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You haven't learned your lesson.

That's why we gotta have
this mano a mano.

Coach Tomasetti,
what do you mean?

The way you treat girls.

What you did to Julia.

Is this forever?

[Brad] Of course. I love you.

[Tomasetti] No good
for nobody's education.

How is that relevant?

You mess with too many girls.

I'd knock off what's perspiring.

So, I'm not allowed
to date anymore?

In so many words.
That'd be wise.

I've been getting reports

you're making
more of those dirty tapes.

Just knock it off, Levin.

What are you talking
about, Coach?

I'm dating a girl down at Pitt.

A college girl, huh?

[chuckles]

You really need
an older woman right now?

If I was you,

I'd just focus on graduating.

[scoffs]

[Norm] Long weekend
at long last.

-Thank God.
-Where's Shane?

-Basketball practice.
-[Norm] Uh-huh.

-Any big plans?
-Not really.

Well, that's a good thing
for a change.

[chuckles]

Well, have a great trip.

Tomasetti
called my office today.

Wanted to come over here
for a mano a mano.

Yeah. He pulled me out
of counseling today

and took me into his office.

Gave me this really
bizarre speech.

It's nothing.

He didn't call me
for his health.

What the hell is going on?

I know exactly what it is.

He's jealous.

It's all very stupid
and juvenile.

The school psychologist
that they make me see

after everything
that happened with Julia?

He's in love with her
and he's jealous of the time

that I spend time with her.

Who is that?

Dr. Szyzmanski. Mindy.

All right.
Just keep him out of my hair.

Get yourself in trouble again,

your ass
goes to boarding school.

Tomasetti's retarded.

Don't worry.

[Norm] Oh, hey!

For you and Shane.

Give him half.

No one and nothing fun
in my house this weekend.

[Mrs. Szyzmanski]
So, you don't want to move

into administration?

I became a therapist
to help kids, Mom.

I'm not desperate
for the extra 20 grand a year.

Well, that's great, Mindy,

but why'd you get
that extra degree?

Just in case.

They promoted Tommy Tomasetti
to Assistant Principal, anyway.

So it'd be a while
until there's an open position.

So you're going
to be working for him?

Yes, I am.

-So?
-So?

Move to another district.

Get out of there.

Get out of here.

A beautiful girl like you

shouldn't have
to move back here.

I never understood

your so-called attraction
to him anyway.

I was lonely at the time.

He's a nice man.

[Mrs. Szyzmanski] Honey,

you dragged him through the mud.

Those dagos are proud.

He's going to make your life
miserable.

Mom, please.

It was stupid from the start.

You're right.

He was one
of your special projects.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

[somber music plays]

[laughs]

Me too. Me too, Lucas.

Really happy.

Uh-huh.

Can you tell me more about it?

Okay, okay. Uh-huh.

All right, well, night-night.

Sweet dreams.

Love you, Lucas.

[text message sent sound]

[sighs]

[text message alert]

[TV on in the background]

[mysterious music plays]

You little piece of shit.

[knocking on the door]

[exhales]

I asked you not to come over.

-But your text.
-Bradley.

What the hell?

Are you mad at me?

You have to respect boundaries
when I give them to you.

That's how adults function.

I get it.

You're breaking up with me.

You've been preparing me
in therapy.

God, no.
It's like I said yesterday.

You can accuse me
of being paranoid,

but I am worried.

Why? Has anyone said anything,
like, explicitly about this?

-No, but--
-Then what?

I don't get it.

I love you, but--

So, really...

I don't wanna be responsible
for ruining your life.

Mindy, you're driving me crazy.

[Mindy exhales]

This is great.

Thanks for cooking.
I needed to chill.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

You do need to go now.

End of discussion.

[screams]

[both pant]

[Mindy exhales]

[pants]

[birds chirping]

[faucet running]

[sighs]

["Road Trip" by Decora
playing over earphones]

[Tomasetti] Cocksucker.

[alarm beeps]

Get in.

Morning.

[Tomasetti] Shut up.

Get in, Levin.

That's okay. I've got my car.

I'll give you a ride home.

[exhales] Put your seat belt on.

-What's going on?
-Put your seat belt on, jagoff!

Yeah, that seems like
the important thing right now.

I know guns.

Got nothing to worry about,
Levin.

I'm onto you.

And I will sure shit
not hesitate

to call the cops right now
if you don't listen.

Why would you call the police?

You know goddamn well why.

Considering the situation,

it doesn't seem so smart.

[Brad coughs]

Shh!

[Brad mumbles]

Shut up.

Do I have your attention now?

[Brad coughs]

I should give you
the ass-beating

your Harvard Jew daddy
never did.

[Brad moans]

[Tomasetti] You gonna listen?

Yeah.

I could call the cops
and ruin your life.

But, see, it would
also ruin my life.

Call the cops for what?

Don't play dumb, you slick shit.

I seen what yinz are up to.

Who? Me and who?

Mindy. You and Mindy Szyzmanski.

Dr. Szyzmanski is my therapist.

Or a whore whose house
you just came outta.

I don't know why you're talking
about her like that.

Ah! No good, jagoff.

You know about my family?

About the Tomasettis?

I'm not scared to throw
your body in the Bessemer Quarry

if you break your word,

that's all I'm saying.

You and Mindy.

What's happening there...

is over.

It's not what you think,
Mr. Tomasetti.

She broke off our engagement

a week before we were supposed
to get married.

You know what that's like?

We had to tell
500 family members

all over this town

you been stood up
by a young girl

who's already given up
one bastard child.

Huh?

[Tomasetti]
You know what that's like?

Dr. Szyzmanski has a kid?

[Tomasetti] Yeah.
Bet you didn't know that.

Did you, champ?

She tried to hide it. Huh?

Keep it a big secret.

Had it when she was your age.

Maybe you wanna reconsider
things now, huh?

I don't think that's true.

I don't give a shit
what you think.

If word got out
that you and her--

It's not sexual
and it's not romantic.

It's fucking perverted,
is what it is!

I'd look like a fool
for loving her,

and Mindy would go to jail.

I can't stand for that.

This dumb little therapy session
you got at school, it's over.

As long as you live,
you never tell anyone

about this affair of yours.

You don't even take out

your little circumcised cock,

jerk off to her image.

You got that?

Yes.

I knew you didn't love her.

You're a coward.

[laughs]

A real man would never
let her go so easy.

We're good, right?

Huh?

I'll see yinz at school.

Let's hustle.

Three, two, one!

Let's go!

Burpees are horrible.

But you know what?

They change you.

They make you stronger...

[knocking on the door]

...and you'll be better because
we are doing it together.

[knocking on the door]

What are you doing here?

Working out
for that new man in your life?

What?

You look good.

Who you gotta do
these workouts for?

Feel good about myself.

What the heck
are you doing here?

I know who it is.

Excuse me?

I know who the other man is.

What are you babbling on about?

Don't fucking
disrespect me like that!

I'm sorry.
I didn't expect you, okay?

You surprised me.

I still don't know what you're
talking about, Tommy.

At Gallo's.

You said that you had a new man.

You said that.

You remember?

Tommy, no, no, no, no.

You're being too literal.
I was talking about my--

-Your what?
-You know, my son.

Oh.

I'm trying to get him back.
To get custody.

Sorry.

You don't have anything
to worry about, Tommy.

Stop with your psychology
mind tricks!

That's bullshit!

No, I--

I just went to see
Lucas last week.

I call him every chance I get.

I'm trying to build a
relationship with him right now.

He's my priority.

You're a slut and a sociopath.

Tommy, stop it!

That's horrible.

You're scaring me.

You apologize right now,
and we can forget it.

We can have a nice
life together.

Apologize for what?

I knew you made
a whorish decision

when you had that baby
and you gave it up for adoption,

And now you're looking
to replace

that hole in your life.

Don't dare refer to my son
as a whorish decision!

You're making
another whorish decision,

and I'm not afraid to expose you
over what's perspiring.

You will go to jail!

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

You goddamn well know what I'm
talking about, Mindy Szyzmanski.

It was embarrassing
we had to cancel our wedding.

It's gonna be even worse
when everybody knows

that you've been fucking
that little kike weasel.

You sound like a crazy person
right now, Tommy.

It's up to you now, Mindy.

[door slams shut]

[cries]

[Brad screams]

[Shane] I'll call them back.
They'll make us a new one.

I'm not hungry.
I don't wanna eat.

You hung over?

You smashed down
one of the frats?

Yeah.

I don't know.

It might be over
with this chick.

What happened?

You getting back together
with Julia?

-She's always talking about you.
-Why do you care so much?

It's like you're a fag
over my sex life.

Nu-uh.

[cell phone rings]

Who is it?

My piece-of-shit mom.
She won't stop calling.

Is everything okay?

I don't know.

I mean, if it weren't
for my siblings,

I'd say to hell with her.

Fuck her, Shane. You got us.

[exhales]

I may have to go check up
on her.

Don't. Nothing ever good
happens when you see her.

She is my mom.

Yinz wanna go to my camp today?
Shoot some guns and that?

Can't.
Basketball practice later.

Yeah, I don't know.

Well, nothing's going on
in town.

I'm gonna go home.

I feel like shit.

I was kidding before, Brad.

You and Norm are the least
Jewish people I know.

[Bill]
Hi, this is the Bukowskis.

Leave a message
for Bill, Maria, or Lucas.

-[beep]
-Hi, Maria.

I really need to talk to Lucas.

He is my son.

Please have him give me a call.

I'm around all night.

[sobbing]
I need to talk to my son.

[somber music plays]

[hip-hop music playing
over car stereo]

[text message alert]

[text message alert]

[text message alert]

[text message alert]

[somber music plays]

-What do you want?
-How are you guys doing?

Don't be sugar-talking me.

Why are you over here?

My dad and I
are worried about you.

[laughs]

About me? Now that's a good one.

You gonna make
a real good lawyer

like your dad one day.

My dad knows you're using
and were arrested again.

Yeah. So?

Well, he thinks that Shane

can help put an end to things

before they get out of hand,

help you out.

Why are you fucking with me?

Call Shane,

tell him you're using.
ask him for help.

If you don't,
you know you'll be in trouble.

You stole
the only good part of me.

Why should I listen to you?

I'll give you this money

if you promise
not to use it on drugs

and you call Shane.

Use it on groceries.

And diapers.

Most important,

don't mention the money
to Shane.

It'd just stress him out.

Got it?

Got it.

Fuck you son-stealer.

It was his first week at school,

and this was before anyone knew

he was gonna be our LeBron.

And I found him alone, crying,

just bawling one day
after school in the gym.

And I asked him what was wrong.

And he told me.

That was a bonding moment.

I don't know
about a "bonding moment."

I just had to help him.

So I asked my dad,
and at first, he didn't care.

But then I convinced him
to let Shane move in with us.

And he's been like a brother
to me ever since.

[chuckling]
And now my dad loves him.

Practically more than me.

-Does that make you jealous?
-No.

I was exaggerating.

[chuckles]

And Shane is just, like,

the best friend ever.

There's no way I would ever
be jealous of him.

He's extremely loyal.

Loyalty.

That's important to you.

[hip-hop music playing
over stereo]

[knocking on the door]

-Where are you going?
-[Shane] My mom's having

one of those
self-inflicted disasters

that white people
never seem to have.

I'm sorry, bro.
What do you mean?

I've gotta spend
the weekend with her.

[exhales]

I'm sorry, man.

Oh, no, Shane.

This is why my dad
got the restraining order,

so you don't get dragged back
into this shit.

I'll be back before we go back
to school on Monday.

It's no biggie.

Just promise me
you won't tell your dad.

This is terrible.

Are you sure
you don't wanna just stay here?

Of course I wanna stay, but...

You're not gonna tell Norm,
are you?

I swore to him, Brad.

Just... behave.

Don't let Jonnie come over.

No girls. No parties.

No way.

Do you want me
to come help you with your mom?

No, I'll be fine.

All right, bro. Good luck.

It's you I'm worried about.

Excuse me?

Just be careful.

You're the one asking me to lie.

[door closes]

[text message alert]

Shit!

[text message alert]

[text message alert]

[text message alert]

[thunderclap]

[somber music plays]

You feel like you're
in high school again?

Sneaking around?

No.

What's wrong?

No one said anything's wrong.

It's all just so wrong.

Just so, so wrong.

Where's this coming from?

I can't, Bradley.

We can't.

-No.
-Last night was so perfect.

Like every night.

Right.

What?

I've been forced
to reconsider it.

And just common sense, Bradley.

Simple morality. It's not good.

But you've had no problem
with it for the--

I shouldn't even be here.

Please never call me or text me

or, God forbid, come over
to my house anymore.

And no more therapy.

We're done.

Okay, Bradley?

Just three and half more months,

and then I graduate.

And then no one can say shit.

[Mindy] They can now.

-Did Tomasetti talk to you?
-What?

Tomasetti talked to you.

[Mindy] What are you talking
about, Brad?

-[Brad] I know he did.
-Don't be delusional.

He pulled a gun on me
and threatened me.

-What?
-[Brad] Yeah.

And he was saying
all this crazy shit

about how you have a kid.

And how it's some huge secret

and how he's gonna kill me

and throw me in the quarry
if we don't stop.

I'm so sorry.

[somber music plays]

[burps]

[text message sent sound]

[door slams shut]

Jesus!

It's me.

[Brad] Come in.

Yinz been thirsty?

Shane's at his mom's
for the weekend.

It's just me.

-You okay?
-I'm fine.

What's going on?

Right, so I'm out for a run
this morning,

and the fat ass pulls up,
tells me to get in.

I say, "No, I'm not in school."
He pulls out a fucking gun.

Says, "You're getting in."

-What a fat fuck! A real gun?
-Yeah.

You know a real gun
when you see one.

Fuck! I fucking hate him.
What a pussy.

He's saying,
"You and Jonnie DiMatteo

don't stop showing me up
at school,

shit's gonna get real."

What's that supposed to mean?

That's what I asked him.

He puts the gun down my throat,

and threatens to kill me

and throw me in the quarry.

Fuck.

You know how scary that is?

And he's
our assistant principal.

Fuck, man.

Let's go to the cops.

What's that gonna to do?

His word versus my mine.

No one saw us.
He's allowed to own that gun.

-I just don't get why.
-I got to the bottom of it.

He's in love
with Dr. Szyzmanski.

He has been
since, like, elementary school.

They were gonna get married,
actually.

-No, you're shitting me.
-And he's worried

that Dr. Szyzmanski and I are
gonna talk about him in therapy.

And he's scared,
fucking terrified,

that she's gonna think
less of him.

But it's confidential,
so he'll never know

what Dr. Szyzmanski and I
talk about.

He told me, "Never mention
my name in therapy."

That's the last thing
he said to me.

[laughs]

He's jealous of you
and Dr. Szyzmanski.

Gosh, she's the nicest.

Like, I love
going to counseling.

I keep getting in trouble
just to keep meeting with her.

I know, right?

She's, like, my mom.

Like, best mom ever.

And he threatened her too.

And that's fucked up to me.

-You serious?
-Dead serious.

-That fucking riles me up.
-She told me in therapy.

I was so pissed off, I could
have killed him right then.

No, no, no. That ain't right.

Treating Dr. Szyzmanski
like that?

No, we gotta do
something about this.

I know.

But, like, what?

I can think of something
I'd like to do to that fat fuck.

[laughs]

Let's go get high again.

Ah, my head is killing me.

Man, tell me about it.
Let's go back to sleep.

No, I'm gonna go shower.
You gotta get up.

No.

Get up, dude.

-Get up!
-Okay.

-Get up.
-Get the fuck off.

[sighs]

So...

[exhales] Noon?

Yeah.
I'll let you know if it's off.

And Shane?

He's completely out
of the picture.

He's at his mom's
for the weekend.

Porch-monkeying around?

[Brad] Dude, chill.

He's gone.

[chuckles]

I can't wait to see the look
on Tomasetti's stupid face.

He's gonna shit his pants.

[both chuckle]

[somber music plays]

What do you want?

[Brad] Can I please talk
to Mr. Tomasetti?

You're looking at him.

Coach? My assistant principal?

Come on in.

[TV on in the background]

Someone's here to see you.

My dad sent me over
to apologize to you.

Good for him.

Good for you
for manning up, son.

He's preparing
a real nice lunch.

And he wanted me to come over

to ask you
if you wanted to come.

We could talk things out.

To quote him, "Put an end
to all your stupid bullshit

and give Coach Tomasetti

the measure of sanity
that he deserves."

Wow.

That's class.

I'm sorry.

So? Will you join
my dad and me for lunch?

Of course, Levin.

I proposed this meeting.

Goes without saying,
neither of us mention the--

Goes without saying...

Coach.

[somber music plays]

[pants]

[doorbell rings]

[Brad] Mr. Tomasetti,
please come in.

Right this way.

Please dig in.
Big Norm went all out.

Looks delicious.

My dad's upstairs.
I'm gonna see if he's ready.

Grab a plate.

-[sighs]
-They're so cute.

Thank you.

You must be so proud.

Suppose so.

Do you have any of your own?

No.

I've always wanted them, though.

You'll be blessed with them
some day.

I know it.

[pants]

[door creaks]

Oh, fuck.

[Brad] Okay, he's here.

-I can't do this no more.
-What?

-This is a terrible idea.
-[Brad] It was your idea.

You thought
it was brilliant last night.

Well, I'm sober now.

Look, you don't even have
to come in if he listens to me.

And then you just come in
and you scare him a bit.

No. I don't think so.

What are you talking about?
This is not like you.

I'm not being a puss or nothing.

Hold on. You're telling me
that you get to pull a gun

on the man who benched you,

ruined your football career

with no possible ramifications
whatsoever,

and you, Jonnie DiMatteo,

are gonna turn that down?

[pants]

Are you sure that we can't
get into trouble?

[Brad] Impossible.

He turns us in, I tell everyone

about how he tried
to pull a gun on me.

[chuckles]

[pants]

Okay, okay, okay.

[cocks gun]

Safety's on, jagoff.

[both laugh]

Well...?

[exhales]

Yeah.

Whatever.

Let's do it.

Mindy! How are you, hon?

I'm pretty good. Is Tommy home?

[Mr. Tomasetti]
Nah, he went off some place.

-You know where?
-[Tomasetti] No.

Can I talk to you,
Mr. Tomasetti?

Sure. Come on in.

[Mindy] Thanks.

My dad's not home.

He's in the Caribbean.

Excuse me?

My father is not in the country.

I brought you here
to talk to you

mano a mano.

Yinz serious right now?

Dead serious.

That takes a lot of gall.

A lot of gall.

It takes a lot of gall
to pull a gun on a student

and threaten him.

I didn't threaten--

[chuckles]

It would be unwise

for you to ruin your life

and Miss Szyzmanski's life
by carrying it on like this.

Maybe.

But you can't do
a goddamn thing about it.

Don't talk to me like that,
you little shit.

Or what?

I'm fucking telling you, Levin!

What? You're gonna send
your fiancée to jail?

You really want everyone
to know that I've been fucking--

[grunts]

Stop it!

Stop it.

You're gonna get fired!

[gasps]

[pants]

Sorry.
That was really messed up.

Look.

We can talk it out.

Just...

knock it off with Mindy and...

keep quiet about it.

No dice, Tommy..

Excuse me, son?

I'm gonna do what I want
until I graduate.

And you're gonna have to learn
to live with it.

If you've got a problem--

[grunts]
Yinz better listen up right now.

[Brad moans]

You're this close

to being at the bottom
of the quarry.

Jonnie get in here!

-What?
-You stupid fucking cocksucker!

What are you doing
with that gun?

Don't mess with Brad
no more, Coach!

This isn't a game, Tommy.

You come into students' houses
and you threaten them?

You're not teaching
any lessons anymore.

You're the bad guy
in this situation.

Yinz kidding me right now?

No, we're not!

Fuck no, you little bitch.

Be quiet

and put the gun down right now,
DiMatteo.

Don't be getting
all calm with me, Coach!

Relax.

[Jonnie] Relax?

Relax?

-Relax my asshole!
-[chuckles]

[Jonnie]
That's not funny, fat ass!

Hold on, Jonnie!

[Jonnie] No-huh.
I want him to apologize.

I ain't apologizing
to neither yinz.

Put the gun down.

We'll all go home
and forget about it.

No one's gotta know nothing.

I'll see yinz at school,
and that's that.

And you leave Mindy alone.

Sure.

Right.

You boys have a good one now.

Fucking apologize!

I'm sorry, Levin.

Apology accepted.

Class dismissed.

He didn't mean that.

Get on your knees...

and apologize to both of us.

What am I apologizing
to you for?

For benching me this season.

You ruined my scholarship!

DiMatteo, man, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were looking
for a scholarship.

You ruined my chances
to play D1.

My dad's been beating
my ass ever since.

All 'cause you wanted
to star your cousin.

Had nothing to do
with Carmen being my cousin!

And you're a little short,
don't you think?

Just apologize to him for real
then get out of here.

Get on your fucking knees.

I don't get on my knees
for nobody.

He doesn't have to get
on his knees, Jonnie.

I will blow your stupid,
ugly face off.

[Brad]
Fucking chill out, Jonnie.

Get on your fucking knees.

Let's let him go now.

Get on both knees. Like a bitch.

Jonnie, chill the fuck out!

[Jonnie] Now say it.

"I'm a fat, stupid bitch."

Christ. Come on.

Say it.

I'm a fat...

stupid...

bitch.

[laughs]

This is awesome.

Just let him go now.

Now say,

"I love sucking cock,"

just like you made me say,

and then, "I'm
a terrible football coach."

I'm not saying that.
Neither's true.

Say it!

You scared him enough.
Let him go.

No! It's true.
He's a terrible football coach--

[grunts]

[screams]

[groans]

[Tomasetti] You say I'm a queer,
I'm make you a fairy!

Holy shit!

Please, Mr. Tomasetti.

[groans]

[groans]

[Jonnie] Stop it, Coach!
Stop it!

[groans]

You're worse than my dad!

Stop it, Mr. Tomasetti!

[groans]

[Tomasetti grunts]

Coach T's your daddy now!

[groans]

Please, Mr. Tomasetti, stop it!

[Jonnie coughs]

[grunts]

[Jonnie coughs]

Stop it, Coach!

[grunts]

[cocks gun]

Stop!

[thud]

[Jonnie] Mm.

My fucking nuts.

[pants]

I think
I'm going to marry Tommy.

Is that okay?

[scoffs]
You don't need my permission.

You're the lady.

But you have been
through this already.

But I know it's the right time.

[Mr. Tomasetti]
You want my opinion, hon?

Please.

Tommy's my son.

I love him.

But the boy's dumber
than a Polock Helen Keller.

[chuckles]

Now, no offense

to either yinz, but...

You could do better
for yourself than Tommy.

[click his tongue]

I'm glad
we put that to bed, hon.

But let's keep this
mano a mano.

Actually,
can you just tell Tommy

I came by
and had some good news?

It's just I know
I'm supposed to marry him.

We have to run away.

Maybe. Where to?

Where's big Norm?

He's in the Caribbean.

Let's go there.
We can stay with Big Norm.

We can open a boat business
or be monkey breeders.

-We gotta think clear now.
-Big Norm.

-He'll get us off down there.
-He's not licensed down there.

[Jonnie] Oh! Fuck!
My fucking balls!

Texas.

-What?
-We go to Texas.

-Why Texas? That's crazy.
-We take Spanish, Brad.

They speak Spanish
down there. Duh!

They execute you
for anything in Texas.

Fuck you!
What have you got then?

Maybe... self-defense?

He wasn't attacking you, though.

You. Your balls.

-I did it to protect you.
-Fuck you.

We're not telling
nobody about this.

They'll think I was
gay with him.

This is serious.
We have to tell--

-[Jonnie] No way, Brad.
-Yes, we have to let them know--

-No way, Brad.
-We have to tell them exactly--

Fuck no! They're my nuts!

You have to be rational
right now.

Do you know what happens
to people in jail, man?

People find out about this,
the guards,

they'll auction my asshole off
to some old cons.

That's so stupid.

That's not even stupid.
That's comical.

That's comically stupid!

So, you don't wanna
help us get off

because you're afraid
of some imaginary gay people?

What?

We just shot
our assistant principal.

We're about
to get executed in Texas,

and you wanna talk
about faggots' rights?

Fuck rational, Brad!
We need a plan!

-Hey.
-We need to go--

Don't you fucking touch me!

I'll go Hitler on your ass,
Brad!

[pants]

You are my best friend

and the best person I know.

And you just killed someone.

I did it to protect you.

My dad is gonna beat my ass.

He's literally gonna break
my spine.

[Brad] Maybe he won't.

Yeah-huh.

Shane gets to live with you
and Big Norm in this mansion.

And you're gonna get off.

And I'm gonna go to prison and--
and cons are gonna rape me,

and then my dad is gonna
to beat my ass.

[pants]

Why's Shane deserve all this?

It ain't fair.

It's not fair. It's not--

[sobs]

Shit.

At least Tomasetti can't mess
with Dr. Szyzmanski no more.

But we can't go to the cops.

They'll ask too many questions.

Yeah.

You're right, Jonnie.

We can't tell the police.

Don't worry.

You're not gonna have
to show anyone your nuts.

[cries]

[car horn honks]

[Jonnie] All blinds are closed.

[Brad] All right.
Come help me in here.

[Jonnie]
All the doors are locked.

All the phones are off the hook.

Good.

-What if Shane comes home?
-[Brad] He won't.

He's at his mom's
for the whole weekend. Relax.

So now what?

[Brad] We gotta move the body.

I skeeve dead people.

-I don't wanna touch him.
-Well, we can't leave it here.

What if someone comes over?
Let's do this.

Fine, but I get the feet though.

Fine.

One...

two...

three.

Christ, he's a fat fuck!

Fuck! Oh, fuck.

All right, let's just drag him.

Yeah.

-[cell phone rings]
-Fuck! God! It's a ghost.

-It's his cell phone.
-[Jonnie] Oh, fuck!

[cell phone rings]

[Jonnie] Who was it?

It's his dad.

We can't just, like,

pretend this never happened?

Don't worry.
I'll come up with something.

Just no cops.

[Jonnie] No cops.

[Shane] Brad!

I can't do it anymore.

Brad!

-Brad--
-[Shane] She's so selfish!

-What are we gonna do?
-[Shane] I hate her.

Thank God for you and Norm.

If it weren't you two--

What the shit happened
to Coach Tomasetti?

It's... not good.

[Shane sobs]

Hey!

[Shane sobs]

[sobs]

What's wrong?

[Shane] Nothing.

Why are you crying?

Just... let me be.

[sobs]

If you tell me,
maybe I can help.

My mom's a piece of shit.

What's your name?

[sobs]

Shane.

I'm Brad.

[exhales]

-Your first day here?
-[Shane] Yeah.

You're gonna miss the buses.

I have got basketball practice.

What's the matter, Shane?

[sobs]

My mom got arrested.

They put me in foster again,

and I got moved to this school.

[exhales]

I'm so sorry.

Maybe my dad can help out.

He loves basketball.

[scoffs]

I'll ask him.

Yeah?

[both laugh]

What happened?

Get off your high fucking horse.

Shut up, DiMatteo.

No, don't talk to me
like that, boy.

Let's all just relax.

Relax? Is Coach Tomasetti dead?

-Did you kill him?
-Not exactly.

Look at him.
Of course he's fucking dead.

Let me talk this through.

No! He's judging us.

Look at his smug judgment face.

There's a dead man on the floor.
A dead teacher.

Of course I'm judging you!

Don't fucking judge us!

Okay. Tell me what happened.

You hit the fucking lottery
that Big Norm lets you live here

and you don't gotta live
with your chicken head mom.

I'm not talking to you.

This is murder.

This is serious.

You could get executed for this.

No-huh. No. This ain't Texas.

-What?
-Just chill out, Jonnie.

You know what?
No, you heard me, Obama.

And you come in here judging us
and you get to live here

and you don't even know
what it's like to be me!

You need to get
a hold of yourself.

Don't-- don't give me
attitude like that.

Or what? You ignoramus
Napoleon-complexed midget.

Nigger!

Sorry. I had to do that.

I don't blame you.

You just asked me to tell you.

Wha-- Did you already know?

You didn't exactly
have me fooled, Einstein.

Well, if you're
so pissed off now,

why didn't you say something?

[Shane]
Because I used to trust you.

Fuck you.

I can't believe
you just said that.

Well? What happened here?

I swear to God on this.

Coach Tomasetti
caught onto me and Mindy.

-He pulled a gun on me.
-He pulled a gun on you?

And then shot himself dead
on our living room floor?

You don't have to be such a
self-righteous prick about this.

All right. Tell me how he died.

Jonnie and I
were just gonna to scare him.

Just?

Jonnie's right.
You can be really ungrateful.

[Shane] You're calling me
ungrateful right now?

Look at everything
you're giving away.

Every blessing in the world.

[sighs]

Why didn't you call me?

Fuck you, Dad.

No, Dad.

Let's get him to a couch.

Fuck!
I forgot we killed Tomasetti.

Oh, we are fucked!

No, you're not.

We're not.
This is not a big deal.

-It's a big deal!
-Fuck, yeah, it is!

[Shane] Yeah,
it's a big deal, of course.

But if we just go to the police,

and you tell them exactly

what Brad just told me,
it'll be fine.

Fuck that. Me and Brad,
we're getting out of here.

[Shane] No! Why?

Think about it.

Brad was having an affair
with Dr. Szyzmanski.

Tomasetti pulls a gun on him
when he finds out.

He comes over here
to confront him again.

You happened to have
a hunting rifle.

Tomasetti attacks you.
Brad shot him.

It's self-defense.

Neither of you
should get in trouble.

But Dr. Szyzmanski might.

You was fucking Miss Szyzmanski?

That's how come Tomasetti
pulled a gun on you!

-No.
-Yes.

No. Absolutely not.

To both of you.
We're not going to the cops.

Why not? It makes a lot of sense

when Shane says it
all calm and judgmental.

How else are we gonna get off?

-No. No police.
-Why?

If what you told me is true,
that's the only way.

Yeah, we don't gotta
run away or nothing.

Just let's call the cops
and fess up.

That's what you wanted
before, Brad.

What? No.

No, I changed my mind.

It's a bad idea.

Why?

'Cause you're scared they're
going to get her in trouble?

No. But since when does
going to the cops

and telling them
that we lured someone,

let alone
our assistant principal,

to my house to scare him a bit

and then,
oh, by the way, we shot him

work as a plausible defense?

Do you possibly have
a better plan?

For Christ's sakes, no, not yet!

But we're keeping
the cops out of this.

Because of Dr. Szyzmanski.

Jonnie's right.

You're worried
that they're gonna th--

Keep her out of this!

-Was you really smashing that?
-Yes.

-And she deserves to go to jail.
-Don't you dare say that.

It's sick and disgusting.
She was sleeping with a student.

I mean, it's awesome
that you were boning a grown up.

But, Brad, she's gonna go
to jail for, like, raping you.

This is nuts.

Exactly. Nuts.
You hear that, Brad?

Mindy and the cops
stay out of this.

End of story.

And do you really wanna go
to the police?

Tell them everything?

About how you brought
your dad's gun over here.

Show them your nuts?

You're right, Brad.
We're fucked.

[exhales]
Let's just get this over with.

The sooner we do it,
the easier it'll be.

Fuck you, Shane!

Look at everything
I've given you.

And all you wanna do
is make sure

that you don't get in trouble

so Norm can call up UPenn
and you still get in.

You're so selfish.

This is your dad's
worst nightmare!

He trusted me.
I'm doing the decent thing.

Shane, I ain't so sure
you're right, neither.

Let's call the cops.

-Get out of my house.
-No, Brad. I'm sorry.

I'm not letting you drag
your father through the mud

because his spoiled son doesn't
realize how good he has it.

You think he's perfect?

Yeah. I kinda do.

My mom didn't think so.

What?

Leave.

No, Brad. This is my home.

[both grunt]

I can hurt you very badly.

You're supposed to be my friend.

[Shane] I am, Brad.

You're supposed
to be loyal to me and love me.

I do love you. That's
why we have to call the cops!

[cocks gun]

Get off him, porch monkey.

My workout got interrupted.

I'm restless.

Oh! This one's cute.

Come and look.

Hm?

I'm sure it is.

Honey, you look awful.

What's going on?

Thanks.

I thought about what you said.

I think you're right.
It's time to settle down.

Root myself.

Well, good.

I wanna get custody of Lucas.

The Bukowskis said
if I ever was in the position

to take him in again, they'd--

Absolutely not!

Excuse me?
I thought you would be thrilled.

You would disrupt
his entire life.

Frankly, I think you would
do him more harm than good.

I help people, Mom.

I do.

Okay. He's taped up enough.

You can put the gun down.

-[Jonnie] But--
-Put it down!

You saw what can happen.

I'm sorry, man.

What are you saying sorry
to him for?

I'm sorry to you, too.

[Jonnie] So what do we do?

You stay here. Keep things calm.
Keep an eye on Shane.

I have to go talk
to Dr. Szyzmanski.

Fuck me! Great idea.
You and her--

No. I have to make sure
that she doesn't come here

and find us like this.

Don't fuck me.

You and Shane's all I got.

I won't.

Mindy! Mindy!

Mindy, open up!

Please!

Are you there?

[knocking on the window]

[gasps] What are you doing?

-We need to talk.
-You need to leave.

I need your advice
more than ever.

Look...

Before you leave,
before we talk--

-What?
-I need to tell you something.

Tommy and I--

Mr. Tomasetti and I...

We're getting married.

-You're processing it well?
-No.

[exhales]

No, you're not marrying him.

[Mindy] I was worried
you might be in denial.

I'm not in denial.

You are in denial.

You're starting to mourn.

Tommy threatened to turn me in
for our relationship, Bradley.

I have no choice.

That's why we can never
see each other again.

I need to explain something
about Coach Tomasetti to you.

No, you don't, honey.
I've known him my entire life.

Go!

Go tell the police right now,
or I'll turn you in.

-What?
-[Mindy] Go turn yourselves in!

Turn ourselves in?
It was an accident!

He pulled a gun on me
in the first place.

It's your only chance
to get off, Brad.

I'm sure your father
will help you.

I came here to talk things out.

[Mindy] No. I'm done.

Maybe we could make
a breakthrough?

Leave!

I didn't come here
for this judgmental bullshit!

[cries]

Do you think that if we throw
the body in the quarry

they'll ever find out?

Go! Tell the police right now!

I can't tell the police, Mindy,

because then
they'll find out about us,

and then they'll--

They'll send you to jail.

Look at you.

-My God.
-What?

What have I done to you?

It's not your fault.
It's Tomasetti's.

I'm so sorry.

Don't apologize.
Just don't tell the cops.

And if they ask you anything,
tell them it was self-defense.

And no matter what,
do not tell them about us.

Promise me, Mindy.

[Mindy sobs]

I know you still love me.

That's why I came here.

My love is a bad thing.
It's not what you need.

I don't care.

Go.

Or I'll turn you in.

Not you, too.

[sobs]

[door opens]

[cocks gun]

What the fuck took you so long?

What are you crying for?

Just look at Shane.

He was like a superhero,
and now he's just--

[Jonnie sobs]

We're fucked.

We'll be okay.

[sighs]

How come you didn't tell me

about you and Dr. Szyzmanski?

I was scared she would leave me.

[Jonnie] She helped me out a lot
in therapy.

And now, I just don't know
if it was all bullshit

or if she actually cared.

Mindy cares.

Trust me.

Just turn ourselves in, Brad.

We can't do that to Mindy.

Just keep it together
a little longer.

You know, you've been thinking
for hours and hours.

We're just getting closer
and closer to going to jail.

Please, just-- just tell me
what to do, Brad, please.

Go out back
and smoke a cigarette.

I'm gonna call Norm.

He'll know what to do.

[snorts]

Yeah, yeah.

[snorts]

[sobs]

Fuck.

[beep]

Hi, Mom.

It's, uh,

Brad.

Your son.

I thought now may be
a good time to talk for a bit.

But...

I guess I'll just, uh--

You can just call me back
sometime when you get this.

Okay.

I hope you're doing well.

You sure about this, Brad?

Shane, I'm sorry
about everything,

but we need your help now.

Can we trust you?

-Can we trust you, Brad?
-Of course.

What's the plan here,
for God's sakes Brad?

Shane's gotta play ball if we're
not gonna get in trouble.

Who are you,
Jimmy fucking Hoffa?

No, but I know who you are.

If this is the part
where I'm supposed to say,

"Thank you,"
or you're gonna shoot me...

Thank you, Brad.

As if I haven't thanked you
and Norm

every goddamn day
that I've lived here!

You don't have to say thank you.

Then what do you want?

Yeah.

What do you want from us?

We just all need to be loyal

to each other right now.

Right now we need each other
more than ever

because who else have we got?

Okay.

I'm in.

Me too.

[Brad] Both of you are
way too good for this shit,

but I think
I've got it figured it out.

We're gonna do exactly
what he was gonna do to me.

And if the police ever find out,

we stick to our stories,

just like real friends.

Good plan, Brad.

Fuck you!

You're sure the quarry
is the best place?

Yeah.

His family dumps bodies there.

Sweet fucking Jesus.

Guys...

please don't tell anyone
about Mindy.

She's the best thing
that ever happened to me.

[cries]

["Indication"
by The Zombies playing]

I never thought
this could happen to us.

Hurry up! I skeeve dead people!

You're the best friend
I could ask for.

Let's just get this over with.

I need to report a shooting.

[police car siren wailing]

[Jonnie] No, fuck, no.

Fuck!

[policeman] Put your hands
where I can see them!

You guys are coming with me!

Put your hands on the car now!

Go!

Fucking cake eaters.

[gate closes]

So you said you were close
to Dr. Szyzmanski?

She-- She saw me
as, you know, as a son.

And I just really
depended on her.

A to Z.

I want the whole story now.

You better hope the other two

tell us the same exact thing.

Yes, sir.

This relationship.

It never--

It never became an affair?

It was never a sexual thing?

No.

When did you find out

that Brad was fucking
Dr. Szyzmanski?

I don't have any knowledge

of Brad sleeping
with Dr. Szyzmanski.

-[cop] Yes, you do.

-There was no sexual relations.
-What do you know?

You know, Brad, I've been
looking at you now for a while

since you came in the station.

And you, you honestly have

one of the most punchable faces
I've ever seen.

Fucking piece of shit,

none of this
is making any sense.

Why was Mr. Tomasetti
up your ass?

Tomasetti found out
that Brad had been going over

to Dr. Szyzmanski's to talk
and he got jealous.

He took me into his car.

He put a gun in his mouth.

Tomasetti attacked me.

He said that he would--

he would kill him,

tie a cement block to his leg

and drop him
in the middle of the quarry.

If you go back into his car,

I guarantee you
the gun is still there,

and you can test the DNA.

-Murder!
-Do you wanna be your mother?

Do you wanna be the rest
of your fucking family?

You got the golden
fucking ticket right now

and you're screwing around.

You're messing it up!

Was it your idea to have a gun?

We needed
some sort of protection.

He's much bigger than us.

So I brought the hunting rifle

not to fucking do
anything with it.

-You set him up.
-Self-defense.

So where did it go wrong?
You're talking things out.

Where did we go horribly wrong
that he's dead?

I'd never seen
anything like this before.

There was a hate in his eye.
He became an animal.

He shot him
because he was attacking me.

Maybe he attacked Jonnie,
started strangling Jonnie

when Jonnie
puts a gun in his face?

He knocked the gun
out of my hands,

put me against the wall,
was beating the shit out of me.

He grabs his nuts. He's gonna--

He's-- he's gonna rip
his nuts off.

He grabbed him by the nuts.

And then he grabbed my nuts.

The gun got in my hands

after Tomasetti knocked it out
of Jonnie's hands.

So, why'd you have to shoot him?

Because I didn't have a choice!

Look out for yourself, man.

How did it feel
when you pulled the trigger?

Did you get off to it?

Just trust me

when I say
I had no other choice.

Fuck, you're sorry!

I'm telling you the truth!

I'm telling you what happened!

Why were you going
to the quarry?

They got scared
and freaked out about it

and didn't know what to do.

We brought the body there.
All right? That's--

Yeah, that is
the worst thing that we did.

You're a sick shit!

[Brad] That's not what happened.

I've told you so many times.

He's dead!

You're not telling me

anything that helps you!

Prison isn't gonna be kind
to a person like you, Jonnie.

You're standing up
for the wrong person right now.

No one's coming
to save you, Levin.

You're your only help right now.
I can't help you.

Your father can't help you.

Your buddies sure as hell ain't.

[somber music plays]

[gate closes]

[somber music plays]

[cop sighs]

Yinz guys' stories matches up
exactly to Dr. Szyzmanski's.

Goddamn lucky she came in here.

[Jonnie] Jesus Christ, no!

No, no, no!

[Brad] Shane.

What?

We did it.

We stayed together.

We won.

[Shane] No, we didn't.

[somber music plays]

What are you doing?

I'm getting a glass of milk.

Oh.

That'll help you sleep.

I'm still getting used
to it here.

I can get that for you.

[Lucas] Okay.

Thanks.

I used to have trouble sleeping.

Do you want a grilled cheese?

Who are you?

[Mindy] Lucas!

Get out of my house!

Mindy, who is this?

I didn't know.

Please leave right now.

But he's nice.

I just wanted to talk.

Lucas, please go
and get in bed, honey, okay?

It's okay.
Go ahead and go get in bed.

Mom will be right up,

come in and check on you, okay?

Go on. Go on to bed.

Go, get in bed.

You should be in jail.

So should you.

Just leave my house

and never come back.

We'll leave it at that.

Don't you think you owe me
an explanation?

No.

You got everything
you hoped for.

As always.

What more could you
possibly want?

Thank you for coming to
the police station to save us.

I've been--

I have to take care
of my son now.

God forbid, he turn out
anything like you.

Mindy.

I wish my mom came back for me.

[somber music plays]