Rain Man Page #2

so he had to love you.

I think you're exaggerating.

You were his child, his son, his blood.

In these pictures here, he doesn't look

Like a man who doesn't love his son.

What are you doin' lookin' at this?

Put that away.

- You want to hear a story?

- Don't get mad.

You know the convertible in the garage?

His baby, that and the goddamn roses.

- The Buick.

- The car was off-limits to me.

'That's a classic,' he'd say.

'It's not for children.'

Tenth grade, I'm 16 years old,

and for once...

I bring home a report card,

and it's almost all A's.

I go to my old man,

'Can I take the car out?'

Take the guys out in the Buick,

sort of a victory drive.

He says, 'No.'

I steal the keys, I sneak it out.

You took the car with no permission?

Why? Why then?

Because l--

I deserved it.

Nothing I did was good enough for

this guy. Don't you understand that?

We're on Columbia Parkway,

four kids.

- We get pulled over.

- An accident?

Pulled over.

- What is pulled over? Police?

- Yes, police.

Can I finish?

He called in a report of a stolen car.

Not 'his son took the car

without permission.' Just 'stolen.'

Central Station. The other guys' dads

bail 'em out in an hour.

- He left me there two days.

- He left you in prison two days?

Two days.

Were you scared?

Yeah, I was scared.

Left home.

I never saw him again.

Charlie, after a year

we've been together...

this is the first time

I've heard this story.

It's strange, huh?

I mean, how can you keep all this

inside you and not say anything?

When I was a kid and I got scared,

the Rain Man would come and sing to me.

The rain what?

You know, one of those

imaginary childhood friends.

- What happened to him?

- Nothin'. I just grew up.

Not so much.

'And I remember, too,

the day you left home...

so full of bitterness

and grandiose ideas.

So full of yourself.

And being raised without a mother,

the hardness of your heart...

is understandable as well.

Your refusal to even pretend

that you loved or respected me...

all these I forgive.

But your failure to write, to telephone,

to reenter my Life in any way...

has left me without a son.

I wish you all I ever wanted for you.

I wish you the best.'

'l hereby bequeath to my son,

Charles Sanford Babbitt...

that certain Buick convertible...

the very car that, unfortunately,

brought our relationship to an end.

Also, outright title to my

prizewinning hybrid rose bushes.

May they remind him

of the value of excellence...

and the possibility of perfection.

As for my home and all other property,

real and personal...

these shall be placed in trust

in accordance with the terms of...

that certain instrument

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