All Roads Lead Home Page #5

- All right.

- Cody, a word.

- Sure.

That warehouse across

the street... don't look.

They've got a roof-mounted

surveillance camera

on a continuous

That... that's great.

Isn't it nice to think so?

I don't know if I can keep this

from breaking.

Finish your homework?

It doesn't matter.

School's out in a week.

- What do you want to do tonight?

- Whatever.

I was thinking we would watch a movie.

What do you think about that?

- Whatever.

- I rented this really really great one.

You're gonna love it.

I hear it's a sizzler.

It's called "The Great Escape."

You know,

one of those dogs

that you released

bit a crossing guard.

And another one got hit

by a city dump truck.

He's deader than disco.

Yeah, whatever.

Yeah?

Cody.

She what?

Well, what do you want me

to do about it?

Oh no, Cody,

I don't think that's a good idea.

Come on, Hock.

When have I ever

asked you for anything?

This is important.

Well, a couple days maybe.

I'm not a babysitter.

I still can't believe

you're packing me off to Grandpa's.

It's just until

all this nonsense dies down.

We've only seen

him once since...

Since the funeral. I know.

That's all about to change.

He doesn't want me there.

- Of course he does.

- He doesn't. He's different.

Sweetheart,

we're all different now.

Grandpa handles it his way,

I deal with it my way

and, Lord knows,

you deal with it your way.

Here's an idea out of left field.

How about we all deal

with it together?

Cody.

- Hi, Grandpa.

- Young lady.

- Where should I put her bags?

- Put 'em right inside the door.

Good to see you, Hock.

It's good to see you,

Grandpa.

Young lady,

I won't put up with your tomfoolery.

Belle Mae Lawler,

your life is over.

Atticus!

What is it?

Okay, boy, okay.

Okay.

Be good for your grandpa, okay?

I'll call and check in

on you every couple days.

I love you.

"I love you too, Dad.

I'm gonna miss you."

Come on, Atticus,

let's go inside the house.

Dogs stay outside.

But it's Atticus.

Dogs stay outside.

Hey! Out there.

- Hey, Poovey.

- Shh!

Ha!

Hey, listen, I am gonna need that room

for a couple more days.

Being you're my sole-est

and only-est tenant,

I'm sure we can work

something out.

I got a question.

How do you survive out here?

It ain't about surviving.

It's about being useful.

This place used

to be useful.

For 40 years, me and the missus

used to give respite

to the weary in the night:

long-haul truckers,

kids going back and forth

from school;

learning things

I'll never know,

seeing things

I'll never see.

But I seen some things.

I seen fireballs

and freight trains barreling

through the night.

I seen drummers

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