Eye for an Eye Page #3

"I confess, I did it, but please...

don't tell my mother. "

This is a support group for parents

who've lost their children to violence.

Maybe it'll help.

You show me your heartbreak,

I'll show you mine?

What fun.

- Are you ready for this?

- We're late, let's skip it.

No, no. Come on, let's go.

And this guy that killed her

got out on bail.

He's free to hang out with his friends.

My baby sister's gone for ever

and I don't know how to deal with it.

How are you supposed

to process this?

- How do you forgive someone like him?

- You can't let it fester in you, Tony.

- There is another kind of justice.

- Oh, no, don't say that.

- It won't solve anything.

- Look...

I'm Irish Catholic

and I know killing is a mortal sin.

And I know my little sister's in heaven.

And I want to see her again.

Albert, do you want to go next?

Tim was twelve

when a man named

Dexter Winter shot him in the head.

Winter was robbing

a convenience store.

Tim just happened to be there.

His lawyer claimed

he'd suffered child abuse.

Got his conviction reduced

from murder to manslaughter.

- Jesus!

- Manslaughter.

Do they know

what life is like without my son?

Winter got paroled last week.

He'll be on the street in two weeks.

Here he is.

Francesca, dear.

Why don't you say something now?

When my son's killer got paroled,

I planted a tree because I needed...

- Come on.

- I'm talking about healing.

But the killer is walking.

- He's walking.

- I needed to sleep at night.

- Let's not do this.

- Let it go.

All right.

All right, everybody. Take it easy.

Come on, calm down. All right?

Everybody just take a deep breath.

What's this? Oh, no.

It's my arch-enemy, Moby Duck.

Oh, no.

Megan!

Five more minutes before bedtime.

We've got some new petitions here.

We need lots of signatures,

so after you get your coffee,

please bring it over and sign these.

We need your help.

Nothing's going to go wrong.

Why do you keep saying that?

You're not making it any easier.

- Nothing will go wrong.

- But...

Sorry. I was just looking

for the ladies' room.

Go back

and turn left at the exit sign.

The bathrooms

are at the end of the hall.

Thanks.

- Do you think she heard anything?

- I'm scared.

Our club hates to see new members.

- But I'm glad to see you.

- Thanks a lot.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- So this is your first meeting?

- Yeah.

- What do you think?

- Pretty grim.

- I'm Angel Kosinsky.

- Karen McCann.

- My grandfather was Polish.

- So was mine.

Why are you here?

My son was killed.

So was my daughter.

I'm sorry.

- Is he up here?

- No.

That's him.

That's Sean.

Daddy. Daddy.

I need to show you something.

Come on, Daddy.

- Can I get a cup of coffee?

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