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(suspenseful music)
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(fan spinning)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
- [Paula] You were a mistake.
- [Voice] No one can love you.
- Why do you hate me so much?
- [Woman] Mistake, mistake.
I hate you!
- No, stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
(child laughing)
- Is that you making all that noise in here?
- [Paula] Doesn't that thing ever shut up?
- This thing, his name is Alan.
And all he wants is to be held by his mom.
- (laughs) That ain't gonna happen.
I carried that damn thing around for nine months
and I'll be damned if I ever carry it again.
- [Chuck] What's wrong with you?
Why are you acting like this?
- What, it was a mistake.
- Just because we didn't plan on having kids.
Doesn't make him a mistake.
He's a gift.
- A gift, yeah right.
A gift you can return.
I ain't sending that thing back where it came from.
- I got ya. Here.
- Oh! (gagging)
God, what is that smell?
I thought you loved me.
- I do love you, Paula.
- Well then think it's about time you made a choice.
- A choice about what?
- You can either choose that nasty little crib lizard,
or you can choose me.
Your beautiful, loving, sexy wife.
- [Chuck] There's no choice.
- [Paula] What?
- You heard me.
You're the one that has to make the choice here.
Not me.
Alan needs his parents.
And I'm always gonna be here for him, Paula.
- Don't think I won't go.
- Do whatever you have to do.
- You're bluffing.
You're really going to let me go.
- I'm sure not gonna make you stay.
- Fine, I can take a hint.
- Don't worry, Alan.
She'll come around.
- It's all my fault.
(dramatic music)
I'm the mistake.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
♪ Cross hairs up I'm on my way ♪
♪ Gonna find me an early grave ♪
♪ 'Cause I've had enough and I'm sick with it ♪
♪ So pull out my brain ♪
♪ Rip out my heart ♪
♪ Tear off my legs ♪
♪ And sever my arm ♪
♪ I'm scared but I'm glad it's the end ♪
♪ I thought I heard you say ♪
♪ This is over ♪
♪ It may be the end ♪
♪ But there's a new beginning ♪
♪ I thought I heard him say ♪
♪ This is over ♪
♪ What may be the end ♪
♪ But there's a new beginning ♪
♪ And now it's dark ♪
♪ Every day ♪
♪ But I still feel ♪
♪ Life inside of me ♪
♪ And it comes in waves ♪
♪ Slow but sure ♪
♪ And as it turns out ♪
♪ Death may not be the cure ♪
♪ So where do we go when we fall apart ♪
♪ Is there something more ♪
♪ Do we restart ♪
♪ I'm scared cause I'm sure I don't know ♪
♪ I thought I heard you say ♪
♪ I wish this was over ♪
♪ This may be the end ♪
♪ But there's a new beginning ♪
(door slams)
- Ssh, ssh, quiet!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry to wake you.
- Don't wake the baby, I just got the baby to sleep.
I'm not worried about me.
- Chuck, I don't want to be alone.
I love you.
- You won't be alone, Paula.
- I'll do anything to make this work.
- Just be that boy's mama.
He needs his mama.
- I can play mama.
(door opens)
- Hey you, it's your Mama.
(belches)
Oh whatever!
Listen up good, demon spawn.
I'm not going to let you take my husband away from me.
I worked too hard to get someone to take care of me.
To treat me like a queen.
I'll be damned if I let
some bug-eyed little gremlin destroy that.
Do you understand me?
Oh, and another thing,
no matter what your father might say to you,
no matter how many times he tells you he loves you.
He doesn't really.
Cause no one can love you,
because you were a mistake.
An unplanned, unwanted plain and simple mistake.
That's right.
You were a mistake.
I'll be damned if I ever let you forget it.
So sleep tight you little snot bucket.
Cause Mama's here to stay.
(door slams)
(mellow piano music)
- Good morning, Paula
- Morning, you off to work?
- [Chuck] Those minnows aren't gonna
sell themselves you know.
- Guess not.
- You going to be all right with the baby today?
- Yeah.
- Paula, you're going to see.
This is going to be great.
I gotta go.
I'm ten minutes away.
If you need me, call me.
I'll be here in a heartbeat, all right?
- Yep.
- All right babe.
You have a wonderful day.
- Bye.
These might help.
Hey, raising this baby is gonna be fun.
You'll see.
- Yeah, I can't wait.
- Good, ten minutes.
- Yeah, all right.
- Bye. - Bye.
(door closes)
(baby crying)
Oh my God!
I'm gonna need a lot more drink than this.
(baby crying)
Oh yeah, (laughs) shut up!
(baby crying)
Shut up!
God,
I still frigging hear it!
(baby crying)
- I'm the mistake.
(knocking on door)
- [Kayla] Alan, are you in there?
It's me, Kayla.
Alan, would you please let me in if you're in there?
I'm so sorry--
Oh my God.
I was at work when I heard what happened.
I had to make sure you're okay.
Are you okay?
Stupid question, sorry. Of course, you're not okay.
Oh my God, look at you!
What can I do?
Tell me how I can help.
- I just want to be alone.
- We're alone.
- That's not what I meant.
- What did you mean?
- I was just thinking about leaving.
- Oh, where do you want to go?
I hear Albuquerque is pretty nice this time of year.
- What?
Like New Mexico?
I don't understand.
- Me neither, just said the first place that came to mind.
- I'm not sure what you want here.
- Just wanted to make sure you're all right.
- Fine thanks, go live your day then.
- Do you want to talk about what happened?
It's not good to keep things bottled up.
I'm here for you, Alan, just talk to me.
- I just,
my mom, she,
why did this have to happen?
- I don't know.
But maybe if we just talk about it,
What were things like for you growing up?
- Well, you know how most people have childhood stories
of love and compassion?
Good times and wonderful experiences?
- Yeah.
- Mine wasn't anything like that.
(slapping child)
- Get up, it's time for school.
I said get up you little brat.
- Paula, why are you yelling at that boy like that?
- He wouldn't get up.
- Dad, can you take me to school?
- Of course I can, buddy.
But you better hurry up because I gotta leave like now.
Mark's waiting on me.
Why don't you clean up after yourself, Paula?
It's embarrassing.
- It's just a little nightcap.
- For you, that's a nightcap.
That's too much for a lot of people.
Come on, Alan, I gotta go.
- I'm coming.
- What'd I tell you about running down the hall?
(bottle hitting Alan)
(Alan shouts)
- Alan? Son?
Paula, call an ambulance right now.
Go call an ambulance.
- Okay, wait what's the number?
- 9-1-1, Paula, it's 9-1-1.
Go call 9-1-1.
Sorry buddy, holy cow!
I'm right here.
Right here buddy.
(sirens wailing)
- Now, I'll see him back here in about six weeks.
He should heal up and get the cast removed.
What concerns me more than the broken arm is the contusion.
On his head.
- Well, he did come through the door.
I mean, he was running through the house.
Tripped, came through the front door.
So he did hit his face on that door on the way out.
- I don't think you understand though.
The contusion is on the back of his head.
- On the back of his head?
- Usually when somebody has a contusion
on the back of their head like that,
it takes a blunt force.
Was he doing anything yesterday?
- [Chuck] No Doc.
- Okay well, I'm gonna need you to keep an eye on him.
Bring him back if anything else happens.
- I will.
- All right, sir.
- Thank you Doctor. - Thank you.
(monitor beeping)
Hi sweetheart. - Hi.
- How are you today?
(curtains closing)
(monitor beeping)
- We both know that what happened here
was just an unfortunate accident.
I told you not to run in the house.
See what happens when you go against me?
Bad things happen.
So if you were to, for example,
tell your father this wasn't an accident,
things could get a whole lot worse for you.
A whole lot worse.
(slapping his hand)
(Alan yells)
You understand me?
(bird chirping)
(slapping Alan's arm)
(Paula laughs)
Bet that smarts.
Get up, you're going to school.
(Alan hits dresser)
You're not getting ready fast enough. (laughs)
- That's horrible.
I can't believe your mom was so awful to you.
Didn't your dad notice?
- My dad worked a lot.
Most of the days he was running the shop,
and when he wasn't, he was out hunting or fishing.
He brought me along when he could,
but I just never knew how to bring it up to him.
I just kind of thought that's how things were for everyone.
- It couldn't have been all bad.
I mean, what about, what about your birthdays?
I mean, there must've been,
you must have had parties or something.
- Well, my first real birthday party was supposed to happen
the summer before high school.
(phone rings)
- I'll get it.
What?
- So Uncle Bob stopping by this year?
- No, Uncle Bob's deployed.
But in Uncle Bob fashion, he's gonna definitely, uh,
not disappoint you with his gift.
- Oh really?
- [Chuck] Oh yeah, I've seen it already.
- Hey, do you know someone named Rick?
- [Alan] Yeah.
- Well that was his mom on the phone.
He's not going to be able to make it.
- Not gonna make it?
Did they say why he couldn't make it?
- Something about car trouble.
- I can go pick him up.
- No, I mean, I offered to go pick him up,
but he has to help fix the car.
- What, he has to help fix the car?
- Yeah.
- That's ridiculous.
Don't worry, man.
The other guys will be here anytime.
- Yeah.
Yup, I'm sure they're just lost, right?
(Chuck snoring)
(party favor trumpets)
What time is it?
- Time to call it, no one's showing up.
- Son, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to fall asleep.
Let's just cut the cake.
Let's me and you eat the cake.
Let's not let it go to waste.
- I'm just going to go to my room.
- That movie that just came out,
you wanted to see son,
let's go see that.
- It's not even worth it, Dad.
(phone rings)
- [Paula] Hello?
Yeah, the party has been canceled.
I don't know, he just decided he didn't want one.
All right.
No, there's no reason to come over here.
(dramatic music)
- Were you eavesdropping, you little bastard?
- Who was that on the phone?
- Who do you think you're talking to?
- Did you just tell them that my party was canceled?
- (laughs) Yeah, I did.
- Why?
- Because you don't deserve a party.
Besides, do you even have friends?
Or are they all just imaginary?
- Obviously I have friends.
- Yeah, but who'd want to be friends
with a crotch nugget like you?
- Jesus, what the hell?
Hey stop!
- Get out of here.
Get out!
- What, stop!
- You're not having a damn birthday party.
- Stop throwing things at me!
- I hate you, I hate you!
- I can tell!
Ah, what you gonna do, cry?
You're gonna cry, you little crybaby?
You wanna know why you ain't got no friends?
It's because they all know what you are.
An unplanned mistake.
I shoulda let him wear that condom.
I can't even believe that I got pregnant.
Out of all the kids in the world.
I end up with the frigging spawn of Satan.
- I'm the spawn of Satan here?
- Yes you are! Get out!
- Jesus!
Really, you're drinking right now?
- I can drink all I want.
Give me back that bottle!
- No!
- Really?
- Really.
(Paula screams)
- Oww!
- What did I ever do to you?
- You were born!
- What's going on up here?
Paula, what's going on?
- That little shit pushed me down.
- Why would he push you down?
What happened in here?
- Look, I think there's something wrong with him.
I didn't want to say anything,
but he's always abusing me.
He's always hitting me or pushing me.
I'm just trying to be a good mama.
- Alan!
- For you.
- Where is he?
- I don't know.
Let him be.
- No, I'm gonna go find him.
- No!
- Yes, he's just a kid.
What if something happens to him, Paula?
- It serves him right for running off like that!
- What's wrong with you?
- You're wrong with me?
- No, you're wrong for me.
- Get out!
Get out!
(Paula screams)
(dramatic music)
- What's going on, Al?
- Oh, hey Mark.
I just needed a place to chill and think for a minute.
- Knock yourself out.
I'm just going to do the till
and then I gotta get out of here.
You can lock up when I leave, okay?
- Okay.
- All right man.
We'll see you.
(playful music)
(car stopping)
- Alan!
I've been looking everywhere for you.
If Mark wouldn't have called me,
I wouldn't know where you were at, son.
- Just leave me alone.
- Look, you tell me what happened back there.
Why did you shove your mom and run off like that?
- I didn't shove her.
- Oh, you didn't shove her.
She told me you pushed her down.
- Of course she'd say that.
And of course you believe her.
- Look son, I know you're mad
because nobody showed up at your birthday party.
I'm sorry about that.
- I know why no one showed up to my birthday party.
- Oh okay, tell me why then.
- Because mom told everyone that the party was canceled.
- [Chuck] How do you know that?
- Because when I went upstairs,
I overheard her saying that to someone on the phone.
- And there's no way you misunderstood what she was saying?
- Oh of course it's my fault.
I should never have been born either, right?
- No, I didn't say that.
And that's stupid, don't talk like that.
Listen to me.
Let's go home right now and get to the bottom of this.
- I'm not going back there.
- Come on son.
- I'm not going back there to have her keep hitting me.
And calling me names.
I'm done with it.
- Hitting you.
Look, I know she gets angry.
I know she yells,
but she's got some demons in her past that she's trying--
- Is that all I am to you?
Just another one of your demons,
another one of your mistakes.
- Why would you even say anything like that?
Because that's what she keeps telling me.
That I was a mistake.
That it was an accident.
That you never wanted me.
Is that why you let her hit me all the time?
Because you never wanted me?
- I got news for you pal.
I never said that.
I've never even thought that.
Alan, you're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
Your mom will never hurt you again.
I can promise you that.
- What did I ever do to make her hate me so much?
- I don't think you did anything, Alan.
Son, I don't think she's capable of loving anything.
Alan, you're my son.
I love you more than anything,
but I've let you down.
I failed you.
Everything that's happened to you, that's on me.
It's my fault and I'm sorry.
But I can tell you this.
You come home with me right now.
I guarantee things will be better.
Come on son, come home with me.
I love you.
(dramatic music)
(screen door opens)
I got news for you, Paula.
This is your new reality right out here.
- What are you doing?
Honey, I love you.
- Loving me has never had anything to do with it, Paula.
- Why are you doing this?
I can change.
- Change?
The only thing you're going to change is your address.
You're about ready,
to let go of the best thing that's ever happened to you.
- The best thing that's ever happened to us was our son.
Alan!
But you... you're too big of a drunk.
You're a mess, and you never saw that.
- [Paula] Alan is a liar.
I've been a mom just like you told me to.
- Well, telling you didn't make you one.
That comes from your heart.
You ain't got one.
- Where am I supposed to go?
- Here's one for you.
The bar's right down the street.
And if you run your ass down there,
you might make last call.
- Screw you, and that little bug-eyed gremlin!
He was a mistake and you know it.
You didn't even want kids, remember?
Remember?
(knocking on door)
You're gonna miss me.
You're gonna miss me, Chuck the Duck!
I was the only woman who ever loved you.
You ain't never gonna find another one like me.
- You forgot something, Paula.
- You ain't ever gonna find another one like me.
- Because there's only one you.
- But you (guffaws), you are replaceable.
(dramatic music)
They broke the mold with me, baby.
(thunder roars)
(dramatic music)
(door opens)
- Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,
you didn't have to do that.
It's my fault I didn't do anything.
- No no no, listen to me, son.
None of this is your fault.
It's every bit of it my fault.
You understand me?
- It's all right.
- In many ways it's not all right.
But for right now, the biggest reason,
why it's not all right,
is this happened on your birthday.
You haven't even opened a gift yet.
- Wow. - Right?
- Fancy wrapping.
- I know.
- I did a beautiful wrapping job,
and you're screwing it all up.
- It's not taped on too well.
Whoa, this is really nice.
- Right? - Wow.
- Yeah, I figured you know,
I've seen you watching a lot of basketball on television,
and it's time maybe we go to the park,
and I teach you what I know.
- Oh really? - Oh yeah.
- Can you play?
- Can I play?
Let me tell you something.
When I was a kid, I had a hook shot.
Man, was it smooth?
Ever heard of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar?
It was that smooth.
- Really?
- Oh really, I mean smooth.
- Real smooth. (laughs)
I could tell my dad was hurting inside,
but he was doing the best he could with the situation.
I could tell he missed my mom,
but I just tried to ignore it,
because I was getting ready to start high school.
- Yeah, well how'd your first day go?
- It was all right I guess.
- What happened, what's wrong?
- I haven't thought about him in a while,
but that was the day I first met Frank.
- Who's Frank?
(school bell rings)
(students chattering)
- Have a nice summer?
- Yeah I did.
(students chattering)
(driving music)
- Hey! Is anyone sitting right here?
- Nope.
- Alright, cool.
Hey, you look like the kind of guy that likes comic books.
- You mean like Charlie Brown?
- No, not Charlie Brown.
I'm talking about heroes, villains,
big space battles.
You know that kind of thing.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Really?
You mean you've never actually opened a comic book?
- I guess not.
- Have you been living under a rock or something?
I mean, comic books are so cool.
(school bell rings)
I even have one right here in my book.
- Good morning class.
- [Students] Good morning.
- I'll show you at lunch.
- My name is Mr. Harris.
And I would like to welcome you
to the first class of the new year.
I hope you had a fun and adventurous summer,
but I bet that not one of you so much has picked up a book
in the past three months, have you?
(students laugh)
Well, unfortunately it's time to change that.
So in the next couple of minutes,
I'll be passing out some textbooks.
And when you get one, turn to page 52 and we'll begin.
- Isn't it strange Al?
- What's that?
- I mean it's the first day of school,
and the first few minutes of class,
and we're already on page 52.
It's like the first 51 pages of history
have been erased from our existence.
- This may be the work of Doc Brown.
- Great Scott!
My thoughts exactly.
(hip hop beat)
- A novel.
- I need that.
- You think you can read?
Is that what you think you can do?
Give me the book.
- Give her the book back.
- Jake, what are you doing?
Why you messing with her?
- Alice, why the hell are you in my business?
And Francine, do you want your ass kicked?
I don't want any part of this Jake.
(hip hop beat)
(students running)
Hey Alan!
(Students running)
Go! Go! Go!
- Hey hey hey, slow down!
My back hurts, man.
What time is it?
I'm hungry.
(hip hop music)
- Hit a three, Alan.
Here we go, wide open!
Here. I'm gonna save it!
(Alan and Frank laughing)
Oh noobs I see.
- Look what we have here.
- Let me see that rock.
- Let's just go.
- Let's just talk to them
- I don't want to talk to them.
- You two scrubs are on the wrong court, don't you think?
- Come on man, we're just shooting around.
- Not today.
This is our court.
You two need to get to steppin'.
- Okay look Al, let's just go.
- Hold on a second.
Can we just get the ball back please?
- Who you think you're talking to?
This is Jesse's ball.
We found it.
- You know that's my ball.
- Oh, so Jake's a liar now.
- Why don't you play us for it then?
- All right, we'll play you for the ball.
- What, no.
Al, we are not playing them for the ball.
- We got this.
This could be our chance
to get these guys to leave us alone.
- Are you crazy right now?
- We'll play you for the ball, two on two.
But if we win, you gotta promise to leave us alone.
(bullies laugh)
- Oh game on!
- Me and you versus them two?
They can even have the ball first, man.
- Al, I've got a bad feeling about this.
- Trust me, we got this.
We're good enough. If we play as hard as we can.
We can beat them
- Alan, you're not going to win.
Check up, Alan.
You're not going to win, you're weak!
- [Jake] Get on him.
- [Tre] You're not open.
Tre, what I tell you?
- Stay on him, stay on him.
(basketball bouncing)
You're still scared, you're still scared.
- That's it.
- You ain't going to do nothing.
- Come on.
- Get on him.
- Shoot it, Al.
- What you all doing?
- You let him just go.
- What is you all doing?
Get your heads in the game.
Get on him.
- He's weak.
- Get on him, he's tired.
Look at him.
Come on now, get on him.
Stay on him.
- You let him score that man?
- Everybody has a field day on you.
Really, you wanna go down there right now?
- Looks like you can't guard me either.
- Your ball.
(basketball hits face)
(Frank grunts)
- What the hell was that?
(bully punches Alan)
- Damn!
(bully punches)
(bullies laughing)
- [Bully] Catch it with the head,
not the face anyway.
(Frank punching)
- Whoa man, what you doin'?
- I don't throw blows, I throw shells.
(gunshot)
(Frank coughing)
(sirens wailing)
(monitor beeps)
- Dad, is that you?
- Yes I'm right here, I'm right here, son.
Relax, nurse?
What happened, do you remember what happened?
We were just in the park and then,
Dad, where's Frank?
- Son, Frank was shot in the park.
- He was shot?
- He was shot.
- Is he here, is he okay?
- No son, Frank's not okay.
Son, Frank didn't make it.
- Didn't?
- No, he didn't make it, son, I'm so sorry.
(Alan groaning)
Nurse?
Son, relax.
Son, I'm going to go get the doctor, all right?
Keep still, all right?
Doctor?
(dramatic music)
- I should have never let him stay on that court.
My dad gave me that ball.
It was the only real gift I ever got from him.
Frank got killed over it.
- Sorry Alan.
What happened after?
Did you, did you go back to school?
(school bell rings)
- [Mr. Harris] Mr. James, a word?
Listen, I'm really sorry about Frank.
I know he was a good friend of yours,
and I just want to let you know,
my door's always open if you want to talk.
- Hey Alan.
- Hey Jasmine.
- You know who I am.
Anyways, I heard what happened to Frank,
and I can't believe he got shot
over a stupid basketball game.
- I gotta go.
What are you doing?
- In case you want to talk or whatever.
- You want me to call you?
- Guess it's up to you.
(guitar music)
(Alan sighs)
- What's wrong with you?
It's just a phone call.
- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing, can I have some privacy please?
- What are you yelling at?
- Nothing, I was talking to myself, okay?
- Yeah, that's real healthy.
- It's fine.
Just call her.
Probably won't even pick up anyway.
Leave a voicemail.
(phone rings)
- [Jasmine] Hello?
- You answered.
- [Jasmine] Yeah, that's usually what someone does
when their phone rings.
Alan, is that you?
Hello?
- Hello.
- [Jasmine] I'm glad you called, Alan.
- You are?
- [Jasmine] Yeah, would you like to have a lunch with me
tomorrow at school?
- I eat lunch.
- [Jasmine] Well that's good.
I'll take that as a yes.
I'll see you tomorrow then.
- Okay, bye.
- [Jasmine] Bye.
- Bye.
(rock music)
Yes!
Oh my gosh, yes!
(Alan laughs)
(rock music)
- She was just so pretty.
I didn't understand why she wanted to hang out
with someone like me.
- Come on, don't put yourself down like that.
You seem like a nice guy.
- Yeah, but nice guys finish last.
(knocking on door)
- Hello, Charles.
- Call me Chuck, you know that.
- Can we come in for a minute?
- No, whatever you got to tell me,
you can tell me right out here on these steps.
Tell me right now.
- Chuck James, I've been asked to inform you
that your brother, Staff Sergeant Robert Owen James,
was killed in the line of duty in Fallujah, Iraq,
2200 hours yesterday.
It's believed that your brother and three other men,
were ambushed outside of camp by a suicide bomber.
On behalf of the Secretary of Defense,
we want to extend you our deepest condolences for your loss.
- I served a tour with your brother.
He was a good man and a great soldier.
He was always there, always there for his team.
Sorry for your loss.
- God bless you, Chuck.
If there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to call.
- Thank you, father.
- Are you gonna be all right, sir?
(Chuck crying)
- Dad, what's wrong?
What happened, Dad?
- Your Uncle Bob's been killed.
He's dead.
- I should've known something bad was going to happen.
Things were going too good for anything bad
not to happen to me.
(hip hop music)
- Good morning.
Good morning.
I'll have to check your bag.
- What, why?
- For your safety.
- You're not checking anyone else's bag.
- [Guard] Good morning.
(school bell rings)
(students laughing)
- What, what are you looking at?
Hi, what's your name?
- Bella.
- Hi Bella, I'm Jasmine.
- Why is your skin so dark?
- Well, my family's from India.
- People from Indiana look weird.
- Hey where are you going?
- Hey Jasmine, is everything all right?
- Yeah, I'm better now that you're here.
- Is that so?
What are you up to this weekend?
- This weekend's homecoming and there's a dance at school.
- Yeah, I was going to ask you to that,
but I wasn't sure.
- Wasn't sure about what?
- I wasn't sure what people would think.
- I don't care what everyone else thinks.
People are stupid and mean.
- You could go with me then if you want.
We can avoid the stupid people together.
- Is that your attempt to ask me out?
- Okay, okay.
Would you provide me the honor
of accompanying me to homecoming this weekend?
- Much better.
Yeah, I guess I can go with you.
I know my mom will let me use her car.
If that's all right.
- Sounds great.
Can't wait to get my own license.
- Alan, look at you.
My son going on his first date.
You nervous?
- I'm fine, I'm not nervous.
- Okay, fine.
Now listen, do you need me to take you
to pick up your little girlfriend?
- She has a driver's license already,
and she's going to be here to pick me up.
She should be here around 6:30 or so.
- That gives you fifteen minutes
to get in and out of the shower, Alan.
- You think I need a shower?
I mean, I just took one last week.
- [Chuck] Son, take a shower.
- Okay.
- All right? - All right.
- And do us both a favor.
Her and me, brush your teeth.
(Jasmine sighs)
(knocking on door)
I like this girl, she's early.
(door opens)
- Hi, Mr. James.
- May I help you?
- I'm Jasmine, I'm here to pick up Alan for the dance.
- Alan's not going to the dance with you.
- Is he all right?
- He's fine, but he's not going to,
he's not going to the dance with someone like you.
You understand me?
- Someone like me?
- Yeah, someone like you,
someone of your complexion,
someone where you're from.
I think you need to move along.
You understand me?
Get off my porch.
Get off my porch now.
Now!
(dramatic music)
- Is Jasmine here?
- Not anymore.
I sent that little camel jockey on her way.
- What, why?
That was my date to homecoming.
- I'm not gonna let you associate with garbage like that.
Not after all I've been through.
- What are you talking about?
- What am I talking about?
Your Uncle Bob was killed, fighting in Iraq, son.
And I'll be damned if I let any son of mine
tarnish his sacrifice
by dating the very same thing that killed him.
- Jasmine didn't kill Uncle Bob.
- Well she may as well have, son,
so stay away from that little witch,
you understand me?
- Jasmine's Indian.
She's not even Middle Eastern.
- I don't care.
Why are you being such a dick?
(slapping Alan)
- Alan!
- I hate you!
(door slams)
- Alan, I'm sorry.
Damn it!
(Alan crying)
(Jasmine crying)
(Alan crying)
(Jasmine crying)
(traffic passing)
- Hey Jasmine, how are you doing?
- What happened the other night?
- I just don't know if being together is a good idea.
- Why, I thought you liked me.
- I thought I did too.
It's complicated.
- What's so complicated?
Let me guess.
You don't want to be seen with a terrorist, right?
- No, that's not what I was going to say.
- Your face says it all.
I thought you were different,
but you are just like everyone else at this school.
All you see is what the news tells you.
That I'm part of some evil race
that should be wiped from the Earth.
The funny thing is, I'm not even Middle Eastern.
But because my skin is different,
people just assume I'm a terrorist.
- Jasmine, please.
- Do you know how it feels to be hated
everywhere you go?
To sit through history class and have people stare at you
every time someone mentions 9/11 or the war in Iraq,
or to walk through the hallways,
and be bullied because of the way you look,
because of your skin color?
I am so sick of it.
- I just don't know what to do here.
- I feel the same way every morning I wake up.
I've been picked on my whole life because of how I look.
The worst part of it the other night was,
you couldn't even tell me to my face.
- No, I was getting ready.
My dad was just surprised.
- Great, now you're going to blame this on your dad.
You're telling me your dad's a racist.
- Don't talk about my dad.
- Well, they see racism runs in the family.
So I'm guessing your mom's racist too, huh?
- I said leave my parents out of this.
- Whatever!
What's the point anyways?
- Jasmine, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to yell.
- Just go to class.
Just ignore me like everyone else does.
- Jasmine.
- Shut up!
Leave me alone, go away!
I thought you were different,
but now I can see the truth.
Now I know someone like me isn't allowed to be happy.
- No!
(car hits Jasmine)
No!
(dramatic music)
I couldn't stop her.
I tried.
She was just so angry.
I couldn't stop her, it's my fault.
- It's not your fault.
There wasn't anything you could have done.
It seems that Jasmine had made up her mind already.
- I just can't help feeling I could've talked her out of it.
- Alan, son, are you okay?
- Are you happy now?
Is this what you wanted?
- This isn't what I wanted, son.
No listen,
look, I understand I was upset the other day.
When I saw Jasmine, look,
it reminded me of my brother and how he was killed.
I should've never taken it out on you,
and I should have never taken that out on Jasmine.
I'm sorry son.
- Every time I close my eyes,
all I can see is her face so full of pain.
And I did it, it's my fault.
- No, no, it's not your fault.
Son, it's my fault and I'm sorry.
- I took your side against her.
I knew it was wrong but,
why couldn't I have been faster?
- No, no, don't think like that.
- Why did she?
- Don't think like that.
- Why?
(Alan yells)
- Alan, I'm so sorry.
I thought she made you happy.
- She did make me happy.
Then I killed her.
- No, that wasn't your fault.
- I all but pushed her in front of that damn van.
You should've seen the pain in her eyes.
She hated me so much.
Now I know how she feels.
I'm just a mistake.
If I was never born, Jasmine and Frank would still be alive.
- You don't know that.
Come on, Alan, talk to me.
What happened after Jasmine?
- After Jasmine, the only people who talked to me
were my counselors and my teachers.
Senior year of high school was like a blur,
full of evil looks and depression.
- Did you graduate?
- Sure, but college was a no-go.
- After school, did you find work?
- Yeah, I had a few odd jobs here and there
before I started at the bar.
- And that's where you met Whiskey Joe, right?
- It's weird to hear you call him that.
- It's weird to say it.
You guys, you guys seemed really close.
- Yeah, I mean he was already a regular
when I started at Timothy's.
That old man used to give me so much shit.
But he told some amazing stories.
- Sun was going down.
We were surrounded.
There were five of us in the foxhole.
We were dug deep.
We were like sardines in a tin can.
And even though we were all the same age,
they looked at me like I was their pops.
I mean, I understand it's probably because
I had the most time in the jungle.
But I guess they expected me to tell them
they could just get up and go home.
We'll take care of it.
You go ahead, go home.
We spent ten hours in that goddamned hole.
Ten hours.
We only had this one little hole to see through,
it was a break in the foliage.
That we used to keep track of Charlie, you know?
And every now and then if Charlie got a little too close,
we popped off a few rounds and kept them at bay.
- Reckon you all made it through the night though.
- At zero six hundred hours, man.
Right on the dot, boy,
I swear to God that second hand hit twelve,
And them choppers and air support came in.
Them bombs started flying.
A couple hours of fighting.
We took that hill.
- See that Alan?
The air force is always there to save these ground pounders.
(Alan laughs)
- What you laughing about, boy?
You think we need some blue falcons to save our asses?
- No sir.
- Alan know, Joe.
Air force always saves the day.
- There goes the chair force talking again.
- My granddaughter has a play tonight.
- [Alan] That's nice.
- Yeah.
- I get to sit for an hour and a half,
watch her play a tree.
Come out and take one little twirl around an Asian girl,
playing the sun.
- (laughs) Oh man, no disrespect Tim,
but you gotta Asian sun and a dancing tree?.
Sound like a Broadway hit to me.
- You doggone right?
And you better get the tickets,
cause it's sure to be a sellout.
- Take care, sir.
- You all have a good one.
Take care of yourself, you old bullet bag.
- Take care of yourself, airhead.
- Want another?
- Always.
- Whiskey straight hint of the lime on the rim.
- Same way every time.
- I always thought he was truly happy.
But it wasn't until the meeting,
that I got to see the real Whiskey Joe.
- [Kayla] What meeting?
- These phones are supposed to be like everything.
You know if you ask me, they're nothing but horse shit.
Can't seem to get a damn thing out of it.
- Everything all right, Mr. Joe sir?
- Yeah, it's just that I'm supposed to go to a meeting.
And the guy who's gonna take me there, gonna give me a ride,
he hasn't shown up.
I don't know if he's coming and he hasn't contacted me.
If he did, I sure don't know how to
get it out of this machine.
So I guess I'm going to have to miss this one.
- What time's the meeting?
- Nineteen hundred.
- I get off in a few minutes.
I can give you a ride if you want.
- Listen, I don't want you to blame me
for taking away your evening.
- I got nothing going on.
- You mind if we stop by my place first.
I don't like to go to their meetings with T-shirts on.
- Absolutely, no worries.
- Well I appreciate it.
In that case, you're driving.
I'll have another.
- Yes, sir.
(Joe laughs)
- First and foremost, I want to thank all of you
for being here tonight.
I will share with you that,
this is probably the roughest time of the year for me.
This coming weekend would have been
our 40th wedding anniversary.
Arnold, he was always the one that remembered
all of the events and birthdays and such.
He would start planning months ahead of time,
so that we would have a perfect anniversary.
I was the one that always had to scramble
to find him a last minute gift.
- That reminds me of our parents.
No matter how busy they got
or how hectic their schedules were,
they always made it a point
to spend their anniversaries together.
- They'd send me and sis over to one of our cousin's house
for the entire weekend.
Just so they could have some alone time.
(members laugh)
- It was our first anniversary.
We found out about little Graham.
Well, we didn't know that was his name at the time.
I just remember being so happy that,
I was going to be a father.
- Now that Graham's gone,
we don't seem to have many happy moments anymore.
- My cousin went away last week.
I miss her so much.
- It's okay, honey.
- I just wonder if I could have done something
to prevent it.
Like maybe we could've hung out more.
Then she'd see how much I cared about her.
- But Bailey knew you loved her, Erica.
- If she knew I loved her, then why would she hurt herself?
- I wish I knew the answer to that question.
And who would've thought, that a thirteen year old
could do something like this to herself.
- She was only thirteen and she committed suicide?
That's so sad.
- Depression is a very tricky beast.
Some people just feel that suicide is the easy way out.
The problem is, they don't consider the people
that are left behind that still care about them.
Suicide does not stop the pain.
It just transfers it to those that are left behind.
- You know, it's almost been a year now
since I lost Vicky.
Not a day goes by and I don't think about her.
She did so much for me.
I didn't realize how much she did for me.
She was like your Arnold.
She took care of every birthday, every anniversary.
And even towards the end, she still tracked all of the,
all the doctor's appointments.
- Is everything all right, Joseph?
- Joe.
- Is everything all right?
- Oh yeah, everything's fine.
It's just that I thought of myself
as the strength of the family, you know?
Big strong soldier type.
I think Vicky just let me think
that I wore the pants in the house.
She was really the rock,
the glue that held it all together.
And I miss her more and more each day.
- My mother felt so alone,
when my dad passed.
They were together for sixty years.
- Wow, sixty years is a long time.
- Yeah, but even with four kids and grandkids,
and seven great grandkids,
I don't think she could have felt more alone.
I just knew it was just a matter of time
before she'd want to join him.
I mean, I know that suicide runs in families.
I love life.
I don't want to die.
- And whenever we lose someone,
we have to trust that God has a plan.
- Me and all my brothers were raised in the church.
Jared here took vows to become a pastor.
I studied the book my entire life and where did it get me?
I'm done with it.
- Come on, O.C., I know you're hurting right now,
but you've got to get rid of that anger.
This is a test of our faith.
- Save all that preaching for your sheep.
I'm done with it.
- What happened to your brother?
They said he had some kind of PTSD.
He shot himself.
But, I don't buy that.
- What do you mean?
- Marcus was strong.
He had a good heart.
He loved people and he always went to help.
He would see some beggar on the street corner.
He wouldn't hesitate to go in his pocket,
and throw the cat some change.
And I would ask him,
how do you know the man is not scamming you or something?
He would always respond the same way.
It doesn't matter.
God sent him to me to help him.
- I wish the world had more compassionate people
like Marcus.
You know, all the issues and the wrongs
that's in the world could be solved with
just a little bit more kindness.
- He went through boot camp with ease.
Everybody said he was a natural born leader.
Seven months into the service,
he shoots himself in a damn Humvee.
How are you gonna be top of your class and have a good heart
and then all of a sudden, decide to shoot yourself?
- We don't know what his intentions were.
Maybe he was pinned down.
Maybe he was in a no-win situation.
We don't know that.
But what difference does it make?
Whatever his intentions were,
that's between him and his Lord now.
What you have to do is honor the sacrifice that he made,
and do your best to keep his memory alive.
- Why did my little brother have to die, man?
- It's okay.
- I'm the screw-up.
It should have been me.
I miss him so much.
- I miss him too.
- You'd think that after I'd seen so much of it,
So much death and dying, that I'd be immune to it,
but I sure wasn't.
Not when it came to Vicky.
I watched that sweet lady die slowly and painfully.
And I couldn't do anything about it.
Nothing.
When I think about that,
it makes me think about it more and more.
- [Man] Think about what, Joe?
- Think about dying.
What it's like.
Will you get to see your loved ones?
Will I see Vicki again?
Is it like painful and dark?
Or is it just nothingness?
Maybe it's, maybe it's just peaceful.
- I think the mystery of death kind of haunts us all.
None of us know what is in store for us at the end.
We just, we just have to keep hope.
- Yeah.
- That our faith and our love in the father
will guide us back to our loved ones.
That's the most hope we have.
- Boy, that meeting seemed pretty intense.
- Yeah, it definitely stuck with me.
He always said that his family
was too busy to deal with him.
I think he just didn't know how to talk about it.
He had to maintain that tough exterior, you know?
- Yeah, I guess.
- What's up grunt?.
- Oh boy, I knew I smelled something.
- You all right, Joe?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
What are you looking at?
I said, I'm fine.
- Okay, your phone was going off
while you were in the bathroom.
- You know, you're a real snoopy shit, aren't you?
I was just pouring your drink
and I saw that it was ringing.
- Well, you need to stick to the pouring,
and stay out of my business.
- You all right, Joe?
- What is it with you guys?
I come here all the time.
Now I can't have a drink in peace all of a sudden?
Man, you know what, I'm outta here.
- Joe leaving whiskey behind?
That's like a stripper leaving money on the table.
- Yeah.
- Kayla, what are you doing here?
- Hey grandpa.
- That's his granddaughter?
How did that happen?
- Well, when
He and Vicky got together.
She had family, she had kids.
He took them all in like his own.
- Oh okay.
- We just don't want you to be alone this weekend.
I hope you'll come to mom's for dinner.
- That's nice, that's nice.
- All right, I gotta get to clinicals,
but I will call you tomorrow.
- Okay, call me tomorrow.
Hey Kayla.
- Yes, grandpa.
- Tell your mom that I love her.
And I love you too.
- I love you too, grandpa.
I'll see you Sunday.
- You doing all right, Joe?
- Yeah sport, just missing my Vicky.
I had a dream about her last night.
She said it was time for me to take a trip.
Hey, what's the difference between God and a fighter pilot?
- I don't know, what?
- [Joe] God don't think he's a fighter pilot.
- Well you know what the real motto of the army is.
- Ah, here we go.
- If at first you don't succeed,
call in an airstrike.
- You take care of yourself, Tim.
- You too, Joe.
- Alan, take care of yourself too, okay?
- Of course.
("Taps")
(Kayla crying)
(mellow music)
(bar patrons chattering)
- You remember that time he stumbled into the captain's tent
in just his boots and his briefs?
I remember that.
He had a fifth of whiskey in one hand.
He told the captain, you're stupid
for sending me on recon. (laughs)
- That was amazing.
The captain just stood there and looked at him.
Is that you talking or is it the whiskey Joe?
(laughter)
- Is that where his name comes from?
- That's where it comes from.
- Always thought it was because it was his drink of choice.
- No, that night was the first time
he had a drink of whiskey.
- Get outta here.
- No, not kidding.
- They're saying he took too many of his pain pills.
- Oh dear.
- And we're not sure if he took them by accident,
or if he took them on purpose.
- No, wait a minute.
Are you saying, they're thinking he took his own life?
- I spoke with the doctor,
and he told us that Dad was battling
prostate and lung cancer.
Thought that Dad told us
that he was going through chemo treatments,
but he never told any of us.
- And the treatments didn't help him.
- After all he went through with Vicki,
he cared so much about all of you,
probably didn't want to put us through it again.
- I just wish he would've talked to us.
Let us help him, you know?
I already miss him so much.
- Me too, me too.
(mellow music)
- Hey it's Kayla, right?
- Yeah, I'm sorry I don't--
- Sorry, I'm Alan.
Your grandpa talked about you a lot.
He really loved you, you know?
- So it's all sinking in.
I can't believe he was just talking to me last week.
- Still feels weird to me too.
I mean, he was in here almost every day I worked.
Always ordered the same thing too.
- Whiskey, lime on the rim?
- Same way every time.
You know, I tried to give him a pina colada once,
just to see if he would try it.
- How'd that go?
- He called me princess for three months straight.
Said that real men are supposed to drink real liquor.
Not some foo-foo fruity Koolaid.
- Hi, what can I get you ladies?
Two Long Islands please.
- Okay.
- Oh wait, that's just for me.
I don't know what she wants.
- How long have you been working here?
- About a year now.
- What is it that you want to drink?
- Hey, you want something to drink?
- What?
Oh, vodka.
- Do you live nearby?
- Yeah, I'm over in Shaver apartments.
- Is that the ones near downtown?
- Oh yeah, yeah.
- It's kind of a rough area, isn't it?
- I mean, it's not really that bad once you get in there.
- Are you all right?
- I will be.
- Could I have everybody's attention please?
We all know that Whiskey Joe would be touched
by all the support and all the love that's in this room.
But we also know that in reality,
he'd be right on the end of that bar,
calling us mamby pamby blue falcons,
you know how it is.
But seriously, Whiskey Joe was a family man.
A veteran, a war hero.
And I know right now, if he's with Vicky,
he's right where he wants to be.
So let's raise a toast right now.
To good old Whiskey Joe.
- [Patrons] Whiskey Joe.
(Kayla crying)
- I miss him so much.
I don't know why he wouldn't just talk to us.
I wonder if it wasn't because we weren't really related.
- No no, I don't know much,
but I know that Joe loved you
more than any words could ever express.
You're his granddaughter and he never saw it any other way.
- I don't know, I just--
- Kayla, listen to me.
Joe loved you so much.
- It was really nice of you to organize grandpa's wake.
- It was the least I could do.
- After we left the bar, I went home with my mom and dad.
She was telling us stories about
what my grandparents were like at the hospital,
when I was born.
They were more excited to see me
than she was even to have me.
They all took turns holding me.
My dad only had me for a few seconds
before they wanted their turn.
- They loved you.
- Yeah, but all parents love their kids.
- Not all parents.
Not my mom.
I don't think she ever loved me.
- [Kayla] Alan, what happened after the wake?
- After I cleaned up the bar, I went over to my dad's place.
I hadn't seen him in a while.
So I figured I'd take him out to breakfast,
when he woke up or something.
- I hate you.
You took everything away from me.
You nasty little gremlin.
You know, I saw you at the bar tonight,
laughing and carrying on,
just having a good time.
But you didn't see me, did you?
Wake up when I talk to you.
- Mom?
- I can't stand you.
You took my husband away from me.
- What the?
Alan, what are you doing here?
- Put that down, put that down!
- Paula, what the hell happened to you?
- That happened to me.
If it wasn't for him, we'd still be together.
- No, Paula, no.
You drove us away, Paula.
- No, you threw me out, remember?
- I remember.
You were abusing our son.
- Poor little baby
- [Chuck] Put the gun down!.
- Remember, remember when you told me
it was going to be me and you against the world?
- Yeah, I remember.
- I was against having kids, can't believe I got pregnant.
When I found out it was real, I was going to get rid of it.
Remember, but you wouldn't let me.
- I wouldn't let you, Paula, because that was our chance.
Paula, he's our chance to have something real,
to have a real family, Paula.
We were drinking and partying way too much, Paula.
Paula, I thought being pregnant would make you better.
- Make me better?
What was so damn wrong with me, huh?
I thought you loved me,
but I was just your damn baby oven.
- Give me the gun, Paula.
- [Paula] Once I do this, you can love me again.
- Paula, if you do this, I'm never gonna love you.
Give me the gun, right now, Paula.
- We'll see about that.
(gunshot)
(Paula screams)
- Dad!
(dramatic music)
Dad, dad?
- [Paula] Chuck!
- Dad!
- I'm sorry, Alan.
- No, Dad. Dad?
Why did you?
- I didn't mean to shoot him.
- You meant to shoot me.
Why do you hate me so much?
- Honey, I never hated you.
Goodbye son!
(gunshot)
(Alan crying)
- Jesus.
- You see now why I keep saying that it's all my fault?
- How is that your fault?
- Everyone that I've ever known is dead.
Frank, Jasmine,
my mom, my dad, Whiskey Joe.
Hell, even my Uncle Bob.
The only common thread between them all is me.
I'm a poison, I infect anyone that comes near me.
- I'm still here.
- For now, you should run while you still can.
- I'm not going anywhere.
Alan, you have to understand none of this
was because of you.
- I want to believe you.
What if my mom's right?
What if I am just a mistake?
- [Kayla] Alan.
- Think about it.
If I hadn't kept Frank on that basketball court,
he'd still be alive.
If I had never broken up with Jasmine,
she never would have stepped in front of that van.
And if I was never born, my parents would still be here.
It's time for me to face the truth.
I'm better off dead.
- [Kayla] Alan, you can't go back and change those things.
There's nothing you could have done.
- It's so easy for you to sit there and judge me.
You have no idea what it's like to live in my skin.
You have it all.
- What do you mean I have it all?
- It's been around you your whole life
and you just take it for granted.
I can't say that my whole life has been horrible,
but the pain definitely trumps
the small amount of it that I've seen.
- What are you talking about?
I'm taking out like four loans to pay for college.
I have a car that doesn't run half the time.
My mom is constantly on my ass.
(Alan laughs)
What is so damn funny?
- I'm not talking about money.
- Then what are you talking about?
- The thing that makes you rich is love.
You have a safety net.
You have people there waiting to catch you,
if you stumble or fall.
If your car breaks down,
you have people willing to help you fix it.
Of course you have to do things on your own,
but that's because your family loves you,
and they want to make you independent.
I wish that I had that.
See what I mean?
Even now, all I do is cause you pain.
- Alan, I don't think for a second, you could ever hurt me.
- Will you please leave?
- Alan, I really don't think it's a good idea
for you to be alone right now.
- You have your own stuff to deal with.
Just go be with your family.
Forget about me.
- I'd rather be here with you.
- How many different ways do I have to say this?
Just get out of here.
- If you keep going down this road,
you're not only hurting yourself,
you're hurting everybody who cares about you.
- No one cares about me.
I don't have a family like you do.
I don't have friends.
I don't even have a damn dog.
If I kill myself, there won't be a single person
who will even shed a tear.
I kept a smile on my face all night
at Whiskey Joe's wake.
But you know the same thing
that kept running through my head was?
That I'll never have something like that.
I'll never have a room full of people,
talking about courage and bravery.
Talking about stories of who wanted to hold me longest
when I was a baby.
Your mother was so excited to have a child.
Mine wanted to rip me out of her
the moment she found out she was pregnant.
She told me time and time again that I was insignificant.
And it's taken my whole life to finally listen to her.
- Look, I get it.
You've had a ton of awful things
to happen to you in your life.
But you don't have to keep letting them drag you down.
It's not too late for things to get better.
- Look, Kayla, I appreciate you checking up on me,
but it's time for you to cut and run.
- I don't cut and run.
I'm staying and you're just gonna have to deal with that.
Alan, I don't want you to go.
- Why can't you understand?
Killing myself is the only way to make things better.
- Killing yourself is the only way to guarantee
nothing will ever get better.
Your life is worth living.
- No it isn't.
Why don't you get it?
This is the only way to make the pain stop!
(loud bang)
(dramatic music)
(wind blowing)
Frank?
(gunshot)
- How could you do this to me, Alan?
- Jasmine?
Please don't be scared of me.
Jasmine!
(car horn blares)
(skidding thud)
Dad, what happened?
- I'm so disappointed in you.
(gunshot)
- Mom, no!
(gunshot)
(dramatic music)
(thunder cracks)
(booming laughter)
- I hate you, I hate you!
- You let me give in.
You made me leave Kayla.
- You were supposed to be my best friend,
but you let them kill me.
- You pushed me in front of that damn van.
- You were a mistake!
(booming laughter)
- Who are you?
What's happening to me?
- This is what you asked for.
Aren't you happy now?
- I didn't ask for this.
- Oh, but you did.
Don't you remember?
You hated your life so much
that you thought death would be better.
Well, this is where you come.
When you decide to give up your life and kill yourself.
Your soul was God's gift to you and you rejected it.
Now you get to stay here,
and you relive your most painful memory.
Over and over and over again.
(laughter)
Alan, welcome to your eternity.
(dramatic music)
(thunder booms)
- Where are you going Alan?
- You're stuck here, Alan.
- You're here with us now, Alan.
- [Both] No no no no, Alan!
- Please help us!
- Run, Alan run!
- Should've stuck to those comic books. Francine.
- Time to go to sleep, Frankie.
(gunshots)
- You were just one coat hanger away
from being somebody else's problem. (cackles)
- Why couldn't you just love me?
Why'd you push me away?
(car horn honks)
- No!
- You have no honor, Alan.
(gunshot)
Alan!
- You can't run from me, Alan. (laughs)
(slap)
- How'd that feel, you little gremlin?
- No don't!
- I thought we would be together.
But you just threw me away.
(Paula laughs)
You belong here, boy! (laughs)
- Alan, are you all right?
- Dad!
(gunshot)
No, Dad!
(skidding tires)
- Hey Alan, here's to you.
(gunshot)
- Alan, help me!
- Told you I could score, didn't I?
Didn't I?
- [Both] Alan!
(car horn honks)
(Jasmine screams)
- Stick to them comic books, Alice.
(gunshot)
- How could you do this to me, Alan?
(skidding tires)
- Alan.
- [Both] Alan!
- This is where you belong.
You demon spawn.
- [All] Alan!
- Leave me alone!
I didn't want this.
(punching Alan)
Please stop!
I've had enough.
- Enough, boy we haven't even gotten started yet.
What did you think would happen after you killed yourself?
Do you think you get to go to a magical city in the clouds
for all eternity?
Why would you be granted access to heaven?
You got the whole world at your disposal.
You could've went anywhere.
Been anybody.
You could have done anything and what did you choose?
You chose taking take the easy way out.
Well death ain't easy.
- [Alan] I know who you truly are.
(thunder cracks)
- Oh do you now?
- You're the one thing I've never been able to face.
The only person I've ever really needed to love.
- You learn quick, but it's too late.
Your soul is forever trapped in this darkness.
- So be it.
I'm sorry for wanting to end my life.
I was scared and foolish.
Now I see that life could've been
whatever I would've made it.
(thunder booms)
(gunshot)
- Alan!
- You were supposed to be my best friend.
You knew I didn't want to play that stupid basketball game.
You let them kill me.
- I didn't know that Jake was gonna shoot you.
I thought if we just beat them in a basketball game,
they'd leave us alone.
(car horn honking)
(skidding thud)
- All I did was love you.
I just wanted to be with you,
and you pushed me in front of that damn van.
- All I wanted was some time to figure things out.
You're the one who chose to give up.
I didn't want you to die.
- You let me give in.
You made me leave Kayla.
- No, you are not the Whiskey Joe that I remember.
The Whiskey Joe that I knew was a good man.
Whatever his choice, he lived his life with honor and love.
And that's the man that Kayla will remember.
A man that gave his all for his country.
A man that loved to help people.
A man that I respected the hell out of.
- Alan, you don't belong here.
- Thanks Dad for always loving me.
I know it couldn't have been easy to raise me on your own,
but you kept a roof over my head,
clothes on my back and food on the table.
I'm proud to be your son.
- You were a mistake!
- The only mistake that you couldn't see,
was right in front of you.
You could have had a loving family and a good life.
I'm sorry that you never got to get past your own fear.
- I hate you, I hate you!
- That's okay, Mom.
Because I love you.
(thunder rolls)
- Stop, he belongs to the darkness.
His soul is mine forever.
He made the choice.
(monitor beeping)
- Don't touch it until the doctor checks you over.
Jerk.
- Kayla, where am I?
- Alan, you're at the hospital.
I'm Doctor Brown.
That bullet grazed your forehead.
I had to put a couple of stitches in there,
but no permanent damage.
- Well, till you get up at least,
cause then I'm going to kick your ass,
putting me through all that.
- [Doctor] Kayla, I'm gonna run a couple more tests
and then we should be release him.
- Thank you.
Do you realize you could have died?
- I think I did.
- What are you talking about?
- I think I did die, but then there was this, this--
Wait, it was you.
- What was me?
- You saved me.
- No, I just called the ambulance
and tried to stop the bleeding.
The doctors, the nurses, the paramedics.
They're the ones that saved you.
- You pulled me out of the darkness.
You're my angel.
- Okay, they must have put you on a lot of pain meds,
because you are talking crazy and you need to rest.
- I love you.
- What?
- Kayla, I love you.
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.
Thank you for never giving up on me.
- Yeah well, thanks for not leaving.
I'm not going anywhere.
- You said something last time, Dr. Chris,
that really stuck with me.
You said that death is a mystery that haunts us all.
- Yes, I did Alan.
With everything that you've been through, Alan,
can you tell us,
what is it about death that scares us?
- Well, that's just it, Doctor.
It's not death that scares us.
Not really.
I think the thing that scares us most is life.
I mean, as kids, we go through school to get a good job.
We get a job to provide for our family,
and we raise our families
so that they can go through the same cycle that we did.
But along the way, we forget to enjoy the little moments.
We forget to take time to watch the sunset,
or to take time to travel or go on adventures.
We always think that there'll be time later,
but later slips past us.
And it's not until we are old and gray,
that we realize the moments that we should have held onto.
We feel guilty when our loved ones leave us.
Not because they're gone.
We feel guilty because we regret
not spending enough time with them.
Life is so precious,
and some days will be hard.
It'll feel like the world is crumbling down on top of you.
Like the walls are closing in
and there's nothing you can do to change it.
But no matter who you are, someone wants to help you.
It could be a complete stranger,
or someone you've seen a hundred times,
but never talked to.
It could even be an operator on the other end of a hotline.
The main thing to know is that no matter who you are,
you're not alone.
The hard times will pass.
You'll feel stronger for having survived them.
So don't worry about death.
It'll come when it comes.
But before that, find a way to make each moment precious.
The more moments you find, they happier you'll be.
I've seen the meaning of life and it's so simple.
Life is meant to be lived.
(group applauds)
(electronic music)
(rock music)