Heart and Souls Page #4

Okay, fold that out for me.

Oh. Oh, mounds of joy.

Hey, could we muzzle this Mario Lanza guy?

It's Franco Corelli, for God's sakes!

You absorb nothing.

- Whatever!

- Hold that page a second.

My Billy is 11 years old today.

Wherever those kids are, I'm sure they're safe.

And happy.

I just wish I knew.

You still think about John, don't you?

Every day.

- Sweetie.

- Mmm.

Let's go get the guys.

Why don't you boys come up

and see the sunset? It's...

Harrison.

- What?

- What?

We're just listening to Franco Corelli.

- The leitmotiv.

- Yeah.

- Mr. Reilly?

- Yes.

Charles Polito, Child Welfare Department.

Neither of you bets on the horses?

No. I've never even been to a horse race.

You talk to anyone who knows me.

Well, your son has been seen at the track.

He's telling the story

that you will give him a beating

if he doesn't place your bets.

How could you even think it? We are not

putting our son in some mental hospital!

Oh, Eva! No one is saying that.

Dr. Beecham is a child psychiatrist.

He's just gonna do some tests!

- Tests?

- Therapy, tests, whatever it is!

Everyone says he needs help.

The guy from Child Welfare, his teacher.

That old battleaxe?

She has no idea how to handle

a precocious child like Thomas.

Thomas has a very serious problem!

He blames everything

on these imaginary people!

Damn it, I've been saying for years we should

get him proper care, and you know it!

Why? Because he has a vivid imagination?

Someone around here has

gotta stop living in a fantasy world.

You can't continue that.

You can't play his little games!

Not one of you knows what it's like

to lose a child. I lost three.

- I'm not losing Thomas.

- Penny, look what's going on here.

-This is wrong.

-Yeah, it's gotten way out of hand.

Maybe we were never supposed to talk to him

- or even let him see us.

- Hey, come on.

We can't just go invisible on the kid.

It's stupid!

He's gonna hate us, I'm tellin' you.

- Julia, we're his family.

- No, we're not his family. We're...

I don't know what we are.

He's got a mother and a father.

We've gotta let them be his parents.

Leavin' Thomas would be

like dyin' all over again.

Penny,

I never had any children.

But for a little while with Thomas,

I got to feel like a father.

This isn't easy for any of us.

Now, just wait.

Now, if we're so bad for Thomas,

how come we're stuck to him? Tell me that.

- We don't know, okay?

- So, what?

What, we don't let him see us or hear us?

What, we never even talk to him?

We just hang around?

Watch him? For the rest of his life?

What, like a bunch of ghosts?

That's gonna be hell.

Maybe that's what this is, Milo.

Well, I guess we better

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