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named Caleb.

What's

up, man?

Yo.

Box is

too full.

Wouldn't

fit.

Than ks.

Ouch.

Excuse

me.

I'm here to see

Mr. Sandco.

You mean

Mr. Sanders?

Yeah,

whatever.

Name?

Caleb.

Okay, um-

I'm sorry,

but unless you have

an appointment

with Mr. Sanders,

I can't--

He's a very

busy man.

Will you just tell

him I'm here?

Yeah, I'm

sorry, sir.

I have a Caleb

here to see you.

Oh, no,

no, no.

Um, he's

just a...

I'm his

son.

Tell

him.

Sir, he,

um, says.

He says he's

your son.

Yes,

sir.

Sorry, he's

about to step

into a really

important meeting,

so, um, he asked that I get

your telephone number.

My phone

number?

Are you

serious?

Sir, I'm

so sorry.

Hold all

my calls.

Listen, I'm really

busy here.

So, what I think

we should do is

I think we should

plan a time where

we can really

sit and talk.

I'll take you

to dinner.

You name

the place.

My

treat.

Wow,

that is awfully

nice of you.

Why don't you go ahead

and just take your meeting,

'cause I don't know what

I'm doing here anyway.

Wait.

No, see I spent eighteen

years waiting, Jack.

Eighteen.

It's no wonder she never

told me about you.

Then how did

you find me?

By accident.

She knows

you're here?

The last time I checked

she was in a coma.

What

happened?

Do you

care?

Do I care?

Yes, of course,

I care.

I care.

Cancer.

Uh.

Listen, I'm, uh,

I'm, I'm, I'm sorry.

Uh, if there's

anything I can do.

If you need

me to--

A little late

for help.

Just a little

late for that.

Listen, son,

your mother--

Do not call

me son, okay?

Never call

me that!

Please keep your voice

down, alright?

This is

nothing...

I'm

sorry.

I--

Left.

You

left.

You see, I'm what society

refers to as a bastard.

You know what

that makes you?

Uh-huh,

never mind.

Here.

You can

keep these.

She worked two jobs so she

never had to cash those,

and there is no way that

I'm gonna cash 'em now.

I know she never

cashed the checks.

She never cashed

a check,

but I kept writing

the checks.

I wrote

those checks.

Nice move,

Jack.

Why.

huh?

Why?

To make you feel better

about yourself?

No.

Forget

it.

Forget

me.

Forget

her.

Caleb.

Stay here, we need

to talk this through.

I've got more important

things to do.

Dear

Beth,

I don't know how to say

what I wanna say,

except to just

say it.

You know how much

I love you,

and someday even

want to marry you,

but I'm just not ready

to be a father right now.

I was offered an internship

at a great architectural firm

in Boston, and it's

a great opportunity for me.

I know you'll make

the right choice.

You always

do.

Love,

Jack."

Nice combo,

bro.

Oh, Ryder, what's

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