The Unsaid Page #5

I swear on my f***ing mother!

- Hey man, you shouldn't do that!

- Who the hell are you?

He's taking Shelly home.

- Oh you think so?

- Absolutely.

- Bullshit, homes.

- Stop it, Troy! You're drunk.

- F*** him! I'll kill this freak!

- Stop it!

- I'll kill this freak!

- Stop it!

- You watch your back, pal.

- I will. Come on.

So Friday night?

No lucky lady... out there?

No? Who am I! Why not?

- Okay. Enough said.

- Well...

So have you yourself been in therapy

at all since your son died?

No.

I can't imagine what

you've been through.

Yeah, well... It's okay.

- So why do you do that?

- Do what?

I've mentioned your son twice

and you said "It's okay. "...

...like you're comforting me or...

or shutting me up.

You don't miss a trick, do you?

What are you afraid I'll say?

I'm afraid you'll say...

that my son is in a better place.

Or... at least I have my daughter left.

People actually say that to you?

Not since I learned to say "It's okay. "

My dad would go postal if he knew

that I was with you...

He's always going on and on

about professional boundaries.

So you trust me?

Well, I dunno.

- My dad likes you.

- He does?

- So that... school that you're in...

- It's a home. You can say it.

Well don't you have a curfew

or something?

Yeah... but they trust me.

I'll be gone, free in a month

and a half anyway. Out on my own.

- Ah, so you have to be nice to me.

- Why?

'Cause if you're not,

my dad won't let you out.

Don't say that. Okay?

I was just kidding. My dad couldn't

keep you in there even if he wanted.

Yeah, he could! He could keep me

there! In fact, that's why he's there.

- And I'm not staying, Shelly.

- Yeah, okay.

I'm not.

Uh... it was a stupid joke.

Don't worry. My dad really likes you.

It's o... it's okay. I'm sorry too.

C'mon.

She does your daughter live with you?

No. She lives with her mother.

But uh... she's what's kept me

from going back to Philly.

Daddies and daughters, huh?

- Mm. She hates us both.

- Oh... I'm sure she doesn't hate you.

Well, she's angry. I know that.

Ever since what happened to Kyle.

Her mom and I have been so caught

up with one anotherthat...

...she sort of got lost in the middle.

- You and your wife blamed each other.

- No. She blamed me.

And so did I.

But you don't anymore. I hope.

Michael? You know better.

Suicide is a self-motivated act.

You taught us that.

Nobody else can...

make you do it.

I'd like to stay

focused on Tommy.

- Okay?

- Okay.

What's wrong?

It's my old house.

Six realtors in two years.

Why hasn't it sold?

Can I see it?

Why?

You don't want to?

- Sure. Why not?

- Cool.

- How did you do that?

- My brother rigged it a long time ago.

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