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- Yeah, Shirley?
- Mr. Bloch, I put the updated blueprints
of the new wing on your desk for your review.
I had set a meeting for you with our team Thursday
- Yeah, I saw that. Thanks.
- Phil Bronwin from Crown Bank called,
requesting a lunch meeting this week.
He suggested Thursday at one o'clock.
I can reschedule your CPA meeting to Wednesday.
- Great.
- Oh, one last thing.
Just a reminder to pick up your father
for the party today at five o'clock.
Carlos will wait with him
outside the nursing home.
- Thanks, Shirley.
I gotta take this call on the other line.
Hey, Rachel.
- Hi, Daniel.
- Hey.
Look at you. - Wow.
- You look great.
- Thank you.
- It's been, what, 20 years?
- Actually, yeah, 20.
- Gives you a new perspective.
- Yeah.
Kind of exciting even, isn't it?
- Mm, yeah.
And why would you only squeeze me in
for 45 minutes?
- Because that's what you wanted.
I told you, today, I only had 45 minutes.
That's what you preferred.
Tomorrow, I had all the time in the world,
you know? - Mm.
- But you wanted today.
Why did you prefer today?
- You offered 45 minutes.
Let's have our 45 minutes then.
- I could've met you for two hours tomorrow.
You insisted on today.
- Never mind, it's not important.
It's okay.
It's fine.
- You know, I've been, um,
actually thinking about you recently,
and, and about those days.
We really had some pretty wonderful times, didn't we?
All those trips.
Funny place we had up on 110th Street.
Laughing, fighting, screaming.
Your belly dancing.
- Flamenco.
- Yeah, right.
You keep that up, the dancing?
- No.
I wish.
- So how you been all these years?
You, you still up in Canada?
- Yes.
You're just a very polite man.
This whole meeting's a pain in the ass for you.
- Back to that, it's not true.
I was really happy to hear from you.
- Never mind, I'm sorry.
- Who is that singer that you used to be so crazy about?
You sang her songs all the time.
Sanson, Veronique Sanson.
You still listen to her?
Rachel, why are you crying?
- I came all this way just to talk to you.
- It's okay, we're talking.
I'm sorry if, if I hurt you.
I...
Sometimes in the middle of very busy lives-
- When I moved back to Canada after we split up,
uh, I found out I was, I was pregnant,
and I gave birth to Allen,
most beautiful baby in the world.
Two months ago, he turned 19.
He's such a, such a special boy.
Sort of takes after you.
Anyway, I never told you about him
because I, I knew you didn't want kids.
You really didn't want kids.
And I didn't want anything from you.
I didn't want your help.
Everything was,
everything was fine.
- Just wanted to let you know that we've run out
of the veal. - We're gonna,
we're gonna need a few more minutes. Thank you.
- Sure, sorry.
- And I'm sorry.
God.
I'll be right back.
- Hello, Mr. Bloch.
- Yeah, uh, Shirley, could you try to track down my lawyer?
See if, uh, he's available in half an hour or so.
- Perry or Jane?
- Yeah, Perry.
- All right, I'll reach out to him right now.
- Yeah, I may need to talk to him.
Thank you. Bye.
- I'm sorry.
Two weeks ago, he took my car
and, uh, he had an accident.
He was on a bridge,
and the car veered off, and he died.
I wanted to tell you.
You're his father, aren't you?
His father.
- Hi, Perry.
- Hi, Daniel.
Shirley asked me to be available.
You still need me?
- Oh, no, it's okay.
- Okay, good.
Uh, any thoughts on the agreement I sent you?
- Not yet.
Let's take a look at it tomorrow.
- I'm still struggling with two of the points there,
just so you know, but it's okay.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Bye. - Bye.
Hey, Carlos.
- Hey.
- Hey, Pop. How are you?
There you go.
I got your belt.
Okay, sit back.
Sit back.
- It's so good to see you.
You made it.
- Shh.
Thank you, everyone.
- Hello, Mr. Bloch.
I booked you on the earliest flight out
of LaGuardia next Tuesday as you requested
with a return Wednesday afternoon.
The driver will meet you at the gate.
I'll send you the full itinerary right away.
Goodnight, Mr. Bloch.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain speaking.
It's a bit overcast in Toronto today.
The temperature is 20 degrees Celsius.
We wish you a pleasant stay,
and thank you for flying with us.
- We're arriving in Hamilton, Mr. Bloch.
- Excuse me, Father.
- Yes?
- I'm here for Allen Hilu.
Is the service here?
- Yes, I'm waiting for them as well.
You can wait here with me.
- Ah, thank you.
It was supposed to start 10 minutes ago, wasn't it?
- Yes, it seems they're running a little late.
- I see.
- Uh, I'll be right back.
- Hi, this is Rachel.
Please leave a message after the tone.
- Yeah, hi, Rachel.
It's Daniel and I've just arrived.
I'm at the cemetery.
Everything okay?
Uh, you're on your way, right?
Anyway, I'm here waiting.
Bye.
- Uh, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer.
I'll go recite a prayer over the grave,
as Mrs. Hilu requested.
Uh, if you wish, you're, uh, welcome to join me.
- Sure, yeah, I'll come with you.
- Okay.
Well.
Uh, who was he to you?
- He was a family member.
- Oh.
"Thou preparest the table before me
in the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
Amen.
You may say a few words now if you wish.
- No, I, I think I won't.
- Oh, anything at all that you wish to say to him.
Anything at all.
Okay.
- Hello?
- Hello, Daniel?
- Yeah.
- This is Robert Hilu speaking, Rachel's
- Oh, hi.
Uh, I'm just driving back from the cemetery right now.
- Yeah, we just got your message.
We're really sorry.
Rachel didn't think you'd come.
That's why we didn't get in touch.
Rachel's been in the hospital for two days now.
They think it might be some autoimmune disease.
She's being treated with steroids.
I'm really sorry.
- God, that's awful.
How's she feeling now?
- It's really difficult for her.
Painful.
She's had two terrible days, but now she's sleeping,
and I think she'll be discharged in another day or
- I'm leaving tomorrow night.
Thank you.
Uh, maybe I can come visit her
in the hospital in the morning.
- Uh, that might be a problem.
She doesn't want anyone seeing her like this.
But I'll be in touch with you sometime tomorrow
should anything change.
- All right.
I'm at The Walper Hotel until tomorrow afternoon.
- Fine.
A- and again, sorry, Daniel.
- I'm sorry. Bye.
- We add a labor market
that is extremely strong.
- This more resilient economy
in this more persistent
place than today
is in fact pushing the Fed to be-
- Hello?
- Good evening, Mr. Bloch.
You have a guest waiting for you in the lobby.
- Uh, okay, I'll be right down.
Uh, just, uh, who is it?
Hey, there's someone waiting for me.
- Daniel?
Hi, uh, I, I'm Mikey.
I was Allen's best friend.
- Oh, hi.
Hey, nice to meet you.
- Uh, Robert and Rachel told me that you were here.
- Okay, great.
- Could we?
- Sure.
- Well, I just had to see you.
It's unbelievable.
- What is?
- You're Allen's dad.
- Yes, that's right, yeah.
- He would've been really happy to meet you.
- You think so?
- Definitely.
- So how, how did you guys meet?
You were in school together?
- It's funny, uh,
our school's right across the street from here.
It's the, uh, big red one with the bricks
and the four pillars. - Yeah.
You know, when Allen and I first met,
uh, we got to talking
and we found out that we both played music.
Allen played piano.
I play the cello.
- Allen was a pianist?
- Yeah, he was incredible.
A virtuoso.
He played Bach like nobody's business,
and he was crazy romantic.
We got into a lot of arguments about it.
- Oh, that's wonderful.
So what about some other regular stuff, sports?
- Oh.
Hamilton Bulldogs.
Yeah, we're their biggest fans.
It's kind of amazing,
you really don't resemble each other at all,
except the chin.
The lips.
Lips are the same.
- So what about a girlfriend?
Did he have one?
What?
He didn't like girls?
- Why? Because I look gay to you?
- No, not at all.
I was just wondering.
- Allen was really into girls,
which was too bad for me,
but, uh, the girls weren't really into Allen
because of the problem with his leg.
- What problem? - Well, he was born with one
of his legs an inch and a half shorter than the other.
You could hardly tell, but he wore these, um, platform shoes
and long pants to cover it up.
I mean, it was barely noticeable.
- So he had a limp.
- No, no, the thick sole evened out the limp.
- Rachel didn't tell me.
- Listen, Daniel, um, I came here also
because there's something that I wanted to ask you,
and I'm hoping that you'll say yes
because I'm in a little bit of trouble.
- Okay. What is it?
- Al and me, our problem was,
is that we never had enough money, and so we decided to...
This is gonna sound bad, but it really isn't.
We decided to buy some weed.
Uh, we were just gonna sell it to our friends.
We got two pounds of it,
thinking that that would tie us a bit.
- Two pounds?
- But like, it wasn't a major risk
because it's just recreational
and they don't make a big deal about it over here.
When Allen was in the accident,
our stash was in the car with him,
and the guy who sold it to us wants his money back.
- Mm.
- Daniel, it's $5,000, and I can't do that on my own.
And I was thinking that maybe you could help out
with Allen's share.
- Okay, I'll think about it.
So tell me more about, uh, the music you played.
Where did you play?
- Look, I'm, I- I'm really in a lot of trouble.
- I hear you.
I'll seriously think about it.
- Look, maybe we did something wrong,
but you're Allen's dad.
If you help me out,
you'd be getting out of a huge mess with this guy, and-
- Mikey, I promise you, I will, I will give it a thought.
Okay?
You can't expect I'm gonna take out a checkbook,
I'm gonna write a check right now for you at this moment.
- Uh, actually, yeah, that's what I was-
- Wait.
Let's wait a little bit.
- Why not? I don't get it.
- You're actually asking me to finance a drug deal.
I'm sorry.
- You're not sorry.
And I know you're a guy with money.
You own a factory.
You could help me out.
Maybe it's better that Allen didn't get to see you now.
He wouldn't be too proud of you.
- Good morning.
Good morning.
- Uh, I'm sorry, should I wait outside?
- No, we're in a meeting.
How, how can I help you?
Did we have something scheduled?
- No, no, no, no.
I'm, I'm Daniel Bloch, Allen's father, Allen Hilu.
- Oh, hello.
Oh, please, accept my condolences.
We were devastated to hear the news.
I truly am sorry for your loss.
We've only met Allen's mother.
You have my deepest sympathies.
- Thank you.
- Please, please, have a seat.
Uh, can I get you anything?
- No, I'm good.
- Martha is our school counselor.
- Hello.
- It's a terrible loss, just a tragedy.
Such a charming, quiet young man
with the most intelligent eyes.
He tended to keep to himself, you know.
He wasn't a very talkative boy,
but you could feel his strength.
He had strength.
He was truly remarkable, your son.
- Thank you.
What did you mean when you said he kept to himself?
He had no friends?
- We have very few students
from his part of town, unfortunately.
Not that we're not making an effort,
but they do tend to keep to themselves.
- Yes, of course, yeah.
You know, I was looking at the class photos out here.
I didn't see him.
- I believe he was no longer in school
when that photo was taken.
- Are you telling me he never graduated?
- Look, Mr. Bloch,
Allen did something that was very serious
that required a swift and severe reaction on our part.
He sprayed an enormous, most-vulgar graffiti piece
on the wall facing the school.
Terrible lewd things about his teacher, Alice.
It was absolutely humiliating for her.
Very difficult to bear.
- So what did he write?
What, what kind of things?
- Look, I suggest...
You know, there were some wonderful things
about Allen, you know?
He, he, he was one of the best pianists we've ever had here.
- He played beautifully.
- Yeah, thank you.
You know, I, I really would like to know.
So if it's all right with you,
can you tell me exactly what he wrote on the wall?
- I think that would be a mistake, but as you wish.
Here, I'll show you.
Come on.
There you are.
We'll paint over it when we paint the rest
of the building, but.
- I don't read French.
Could you translate it for me?
- Yes.
Uh, Alice is also our French literature teacher, so.
It says,
"If you place one foot by the school gate,
another by the library,
you can sit on the roof of the junior student building
and, uh, let the turret penetrate you.
Then lean your body forward a bit
and rub your clit on the gymnasium roof.
And when you've finished moaning and groaning,
we'll sit on a bench, and I'll embrace you, and we'll talk."
- It's a poem.
It's a poem.
I mean, I, I apologize, of course,
for any offense to the teacher,
but that, that's, that's a love poem, don't you think?
- No, it's demeaning.
He took one of our teachers, Alice,
and paraded her naked through the school courtyard.
It, it was very difficult.
Obviously, if, if he writes about his teacher
using crude language, it's gonna be a little shocking.
But poetry does that, doesn't it?
It's meant to be shocking.
You know, it's a beautiful poem.
It's wonderful.
- Mr. Bloch, clearly,
you and I have a very different opinion about art.
- But for the life of me,
I can't imagine why you would expel a kid like that
because of a poem.
- Because it's not a love poem.
Look, I, I'm sorry.
You can call anything a love poem these days,
but that's not a love poem.
And we truly mourn with you.
It's a terrible loss.
And now we have to go.
The bell has rung and we have a staff meeting.
- Look, I don't want you to miss your staff meeting.
I, I, I just wanna tell you what happened
after you expelled him.
He started dealing drugs.
Yes.
Allen bought a big load of weed
with a friend of his and they intended to sell it.
And from my point of view,
I don't know.
- Hey, excuse me, but we really must go.
- I think you need to consider reinstating him
to the school, reinstate him, give him his diploma.
I think you've gotta add his photo
to the graduation class picture out there.
I mean, it's the least that you can do to correct this.
- Okay, listen, Daniel.
Let us see what we can do about it, all right?
And I promise I'll get back to you.
Now, we really have to get to our meeting.
Stay if you wish.
- Game.
- Nice, we win. - Whoa.
- Are you Allen's dad?
- Yes.
Why?
- I heard that Allen's dad was here at school.
- And who are you?
- But Allen's dad is dead.
He drowned.
- What do you mean he drowned?
- He was a piano player who drowned.
- Well, I was a pianist, yeah.
- I'm Lillian.
I was his girlfriend.
Nice to meet you.
- You, too.
How old are you?
You look really young.
- I'm 16.
- 16?
Ah.
So there's a three-year difference between you two.
That's a lot at your age, isn't it?
- No.
He even lived with us.
- What do you mean? He didn't live at home?
- No, he lived with us.
He shared a room with my granny.
- Ah.
Why didn't he live at home?
- Because he fought with them all the time,
his mom and Robert.
- So he didn't sleep at his own home at all?
- No.
He slept at ours with his mouth open like this,
like he was dead.
- Yeah, well, that's how he slept.
And your parents?
Did they like him?
Did...
How did it go?
- Well, my dad was in prison most of the time,
and my mom spoiled him rotten with food,
and I was his woman.
What guy wouldn't want that?
- You're right.
- Allen is the love of my life.
I'll never love anyone like that ever again.
- You're very young.
There'll be plenty of other big loves, I promise you.
- Never.
And he didn't even love me.
He was in love with Alice, his teacher.
- Alice from the poem?
- Yeah.
- What did you mean when you said he was in love with her?
Was, uh, something going on between them?
- No, no.
But he thought she was the most beautiful woman
in the world, and he talked about her all the time
and followed her around.
And after he died, I found a notebook filled
with poems that he wrote about her.
But she didn't want him, so he always came back to me.
- Do you think that I could see that notebook?
I'd like to.
- Sure, of course.
- Hey, Rachel.
I'm spending another night here at the hotel.
I'm meeting Allen's friends.
But I'm waiting to hear from you,
so let me know what's going on, okay?
Hope you're feeling better.
Bye.
- This is where it happened, the accident.
- Alice?
- Yes.
- Hi.
- I'm Daniel, Allen's father.
- Oh.
Hi.
Yeah, Principal Thomas told me you came by to see him.
He said you wanted Allen's picture added
to his graduation photo.
- Oh.
- I think you're absolutely right.
You know, he's doing it.
He's gonna add it.
- Really? - Yeah, mm-hmm.
- Well, that's great.
That makes me very happy.
I'm glad to meet you.
- Really glad to meet you, too.
- Yeah, well, I feel I know you really well.
I was up all night reading that,
all the poems and thoughts Allen had about you.
That whole notebook is about you.
- Yeah. - Wonderful stuff in there.
He wrote so beautifully.
- Yes, he did.
I know all about the notebook.
We talked about it a lot.
Obviously, it wasn't something that could be acted on,
uh, given the age difference
and the fact that I was his teacher.
That was clear.
- Well, he never stopped praising you.
- Oh, you know, when you're in love,
you tend to exaggerate things.
- He also wrote that you were the saddest woman he knows.
- It's funny, he loved my sadness.
- And you, did you love him?
- Well, I couldn't return his love the way he wanted,
but he knew I was very fond of him.
- Do you think he suffered?
- Oh, no, no.
I, in fact, I think he kind of enjoyed it a bit.
- Really?
Well, I hope so.
- Well, it was lovely to meet you.
- Yeah. - Sorry for your loss.
- Alice, um, I'm actually on my way
to the cemetery right now,
and uh, I know this is a big ask,
but I have so many questions about Allen.
You know, it'd be really great if you could join me
or you could just continue talking about him.
It would be really terrific.
- That's a really wonderful thought,
and, and thank you for inviting me.
Unfortunately, I, I can't today.
I have to go to an event.
Um, but I'll promise I'll go visit his grave
in the next few days.
- Yeah, well, I think that's probably
what he would want the most.
- Of course.
And I'll definitely do it.
- Well, uh, how about in a couple of hours,
we, after your event, we go?
Alice, I really didn't do anything for him as a father.
So if I have the choice to be able to do something
for him now that would make him happy, I-
- And I just promised you
that I would go see him in the next couple days.
You did that.
It's because of you.
- All right.
- Alice, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't wanna be rude.
I just, there's something that keeps bothering me
and I wanna ask you about it.
Allen was basically an, an okay kid.
He didn't have any major mental issues or anything.
And I'm asking myself,
how does he fall so in love with you so one-sidedly?
I mean, did he misinterpret something?
Or maybe subconsciously you did something to encourage him?
- I did not encourage him,
consciously or subconsciously, all right?
And I really have to go now.
Goodbye.
- Hey.
You have a trowel that I could borrow for a minute?
- Pleasure.
- Great, thanks.
She's very beautiful.
- Thank you.
- Daniel.
- Jacob, it's a pleasure.
- Yeah.
Your daughter?
- Yes.
She really was quite beautiful.
People couldn't take their eyes off her,
just like you right now.
- A redhead.
- A redhead with not one freckle.
She was an angel.
Everywhere she went,
she was the most beautiful creature in the room
and I was the proudest father.
But I was afraid.
I was always afraid.
- Afraid of what?
- Well, she wasn't only the best student in the class,
she was a talented violinist from the time she was seven.
She was perfect.
And I was terrified.
So I put her down.
I made up negative things to say to people about it,
'cause people, their envy, their resentfulness.
The evil eye, I knew it would come one day.
I was waiting for it.
- And what?
What, she get sick?
- Suddenly, apparently, for no reason, at the age of 12,
our daughter became sad.
At first, my wife and I thought it was hormones
or maybe someone had hurt her, but no.
All that beauty, all that intelligence,
it was all wrapped up in this endless sadness
as if something inside her had died.
She never smiled anymore.
Then her 18th birthday, she, uh...
We were away.
I'm not mad at her.
I'm not angry.
She just couldn't take it any longer.
- Terrible.
Allen, my son,
19 years old, he was a pianist.
Died in a car accident.
- I'm so sorry.
- So you and your wife, you come here all the time?
It looks so nice.
Look at this.
- No, it's just me.
My, my wife, Sonia, doesn't wanna come.
She, uh, she just keeps going on
as if Elizabeth is still alive.
It's, it's awful.
- A real beauty.
You know, you got a, a little water damage coming
in the corner over here.
You might wanna seal that up.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Nice meeting you.
- You, too.
- Hello, Mr. Bloch.
I've canceled all your meetings
for the next two days, as you've requested.
Ernest Friar from OCL may give you a call.
He seems anxious to talk.
You still have that meeting with the municipality
over the zoning bylaw change on the books for next week.
It might be hard to push.
I'll try to switch it to a Zoom call.
Have a good night. Mr. Bloch.
- It's all about the trends,
wants to see a downtrend
that's convincing.
- Bonjour.
What's this?
What's going on?
- I'd like to sit in on your class if that's okay.
- I'm afraid that's not gonna be possible.
- The principal gave me his permission.
- Permission?
For what exactly?
- Uh, to be here,
to be here in the classroom where Allen studied.
I understand this is the classroom.
- Yes.
All right.
Very well.
- I'd also like to be in his chair if that's possible.
- Sure.
Um, all right, you would have to move over there then.
Anna, would you please make space for Mr. Bloch, please?
- Ah, thank you.
- Let me just explain to the class what's going on.
- Yeah, sure.
- So, Mr. Bloch, Daniel, um, is Allen Hilu's dad,
a terrific student who studied here last year, um,
and uh, who died, unfortunately, in a car crash last month.
I'm sure you've heard about it.
Yeah?
- I'm not sure, but I think Allen once told me
that his real father was dead.
I was his neighbor.
I know his stepfather, too, Robert.
- Yes, um, I believe Allen didn't know
His mother never told him.
And I believe Daniel didn't know about Allen either.
- Why didn't she tell him?
- Uh, well, every family deals with situations
in different ways, and we have to respect,
um- - Excuse me, may I?
- Sure.
- Allen's mother didn't tell me she was pregnant with Allen
because she knew I wouldn't want the child.
She knew me very well.
Sorry to say she was right.
Um, but I'm gonna tell you something now
that's a little, um, a little difficult.
From my earliest memory, my father beat me.
Terrible beatings till I was 17.
And when I became an adult,
every time I thought about having children, I got scared.
I was scared that maybe I would beat them
like my father beat me.
And that fear made me not wanna bring kids into the world.
And that's why Allen's mother didn't tell me
that she was pregnant and didn't tell Allen about me.
- So you never had kids?
- Uh, I, I think we need to respect
Daniel's privacy. - It's all right, Alice.
I, I brought it up.
No, I don't have any kids.
No, um, except Allen, of course.
- How'd he beat you?
Uh, what'd he use?
- Everything.
Mostly a belt.
Sometimes his bare fist.
Sometimes a stick.
Kicking, too, you know.
He liked to mix it up.
- And what did you do?
- Oh, I, I just, you know, put my hands up like this
to protect my head.
- Do you still talk to him?
- Yeah, but I don't really talk to him.
He's in a nursing home now.
He doesn't speak.
His memory's pretty gone now,
so I just go there and sit next to him.
- Do you love him?
- All right, that's enough for now.
- No.
I don't think I do.
- Daniel.
Hey.
I wanted to thank you.
And I also wanted to apologize.
- I wanted to apologize as well.
- Weren't you supposed to go back home already?
- Yeah, but Rachel, Allen's mother,
is getting out of the hospital tonight,
so I'll go visit her and leave tomorrow.
- Right.
Well, look, um, I still can't go to the cemetery
with you today, but if you'd like,
maybe we could have coffee nearby.
- Sure, yeah.
- Okay.
My father died a year ago.
- Hmm.
- So I'm sorry, it might've been too much for me.
- I'm sorry.
I had no idea.
No, I, um, I didn't mean to pressure you.
- Oh, that's all right.
You know, Allen was actually wonderful about it.
A few days after it happened,
he got the whole class to write me condolence letters,
and he brought me a stack at night.
It was very loving,
very comforting.
He saw me crying one time
and, uh, he immediately came over to hug me.
It was a mistake,
way too close between a teacher and a student,
but, uh, I couldn't help it.
- Mm-hmm.
And it helped?
- It did, yeah.
I probably needed a hug, but still.
- A student can get confused.
- Yes, yes.
- A teacher?
Maybe a little?
- No, I don't think so.
But I do see genetics at work here.
You two are very much alike.
Very tenacious, you don't give up easy.
But the dumbest mistake I made with Allen
is that I agreed to go see his band play.
This is it.
Shh, there's somewhere in the corner.
So this is the stage where they played,
and, uh, Allen was at the piano
in the corner there. - Yeah?
- My table was right there by the column.
- Many people?
- It was packed.
- Yeah, great, great.
- Allen wouldn't stop staring at me.
- Well, he was obviously very excited
having you here in the audience.
- Yes, but it was too much.
He wouldn't take his eyes off of me.
People in the audience were starting to notice.
When it was over, he came up to me
and he asked me to kiss him.
He was basically begging me to kiss him.
- Did you?
- No, I didn't.
Excuse me, can I help you?
- So, sorry.
We were, uh, we were just looking at somethin'.
We're leaving.
All right, here we are.
This is where I live.
On the second floor.
It really was a pleasure.
- Yeah, for me, too.
Had a really nice time.
- You know, Allen used to sit on that bench and watch me.
He'd watch the building.
He would sit there for hours sometimes.
- Alice, you are charming and you're special,
and everything Allen said about you,
I embrace wholeheartedly.
- Oh, thank you.
- You mind if I sit on the bench for a while?
- You're kidding, right?
- No, not all, no.
- Okay.
Be my guest.
Goodbye.
- Goodnight.
Allen?
- Dad.
- You play beautifully.
- You think so?
- Absolutely.
- So did you meet her?
- Yes, I did.
She said the most wonderful things about you.
She wouldn't stop talking about you.
- So, you think she really likes me?
- I have no doubt that, if circumstances were different,
she would wanna be with you more
than anything in the whole world.
- I'm well aware of the circumstances.
- But Allen, my son, my sweet, sweet boy,
you can do something about this.
You can meet someone else.
You know, there's so many, so many girls,
wonderful girls, beautiful girls out there.
Dark-haired girls, blondes,
even terrific redheads with no freckles.
- It's starting.
Come on.
(woman continues moaning
It's okay.
You can do it, too.
- No, I'm good, I'm good.
Hi, Rachel. How are you?
Robert? - Daniel.
Pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you.
- Yes, come on in.
- Thank you.
- Of course.
Um, have a seat.
- Yeah.
- Rachel will be here in a second.
- Ah, good.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Hi, Daniel.
- How you feeling?
- I'm okay.
So sorry that it all happened this way.
I had an inflammation like this when I was 16,
but nothing since.
- You know what?
I will, um, get us something to drink, hmm?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- I'm very glad I came here.
- Oh. - Very.
- You got around a little bit.
- Yeah.
I went to the club where he played.
I met Mikey and Lillian.
I read the notebook that he kept-
- Hmm.
- Poems and letters that he wrote.
Rachel, he was a fantastic writer.
I know I'm,
I'm biased, I guess, but he,
I think he was a real artist.
- You're slowly discovering how amazing he was.
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
- And I also met his teacher, Alice, you know,
who was wonderful.
- Where did you meet her?
- Oh, at school.
I met her at school, yeah.
She's the one who showed me the club where he played.
I also saw the spot where the accident happened.
You okay?
- Ah, Daniel.
You meant well, but, um, it's not...
She's, she's a curse, this woman.
She destroyed his life.
In a few years, he could've met a girl his age
or even a bit younger.
He would've married her, and I would've been so proud,
making the rounds with the guests at the wedding.
I already planned on asking everyone to dress in white.
Instead, I buried him.
- I'm so sorry.
- And I'm such a fool.
He came to me in a dream.
He always comes to me in dreams.
And he asked me to put her photo by his grave.
Like an idiot, I went to the cemetery, and I dug a hole,
and I put a photo by his grave.
Here you go.
- What's this?
- A police summons.
She filed a complaint against him,
that wonderful teacher of his.
- Alice?
- Yeah.
- I don't believe it.
- He sat on the bench by her apartment building
and wouldn't leave.
He just sat there.
And for the last two weeks of his life,
he had lost his mind.
He found out she was having an affair with the principal,
and that drove him absolutely mad.
- Which principal?
Is it Thomas?
- Mm, yeah.
- I can't believe it.
- That's what happened.
- What was she doing with the principal?
He's so slick.
- So she likes slick men.
What does it matter now, Daniel?
- I can't believe it.
I just...
Why would she go to the police over something like that?
- Doesn't matter anymore, Daniel.
I know that you also spoke with the school principal, yeah.
And you, you demanded.
That was very nice.
But that's not how we do things around here.
In any case, I wanna thank you for coming.
But please, if you just go back to your life in New York,
and I will invite you to every memorial service
that we will have in the future.
- Sure.
Yeah, I'll fly back today.
- Thank you, Daniel.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you for everything.
- Daniel, what are you doing here?
- May I?
- Sure.
Please.
- Can you please explain this to me?
- What is this?
- Rachel received it this morning.
- Daniel, at some point, um,
I didn't really have another option, so I filed a complaint.
- So why didn't you tell me about it?
- Because I don't know.
- You and I walked around half the day yesterday.
Why didn't you tell me?
How could a thing like this happen?
You file a, a complaint against Allen.
Why?
- I couldn't take it anymore, Daniel.
He wouldn't leave me alone.
I couldn't take it.
- Okay.
But why do you bring the police into it?
That's what I don't understand.
He was your student.
What kind of a teacher does that?
Calls the cops on a student who loves her.
One night, you go and you listen to his music.
The next day, you make a complaint to
- I told you, it was a mistake to go to his show.
- Whose mistake?
Yours.
This is a kid who was writing you poetry.
He's arranging condolence letters from the class.
He gives you hugs to make you feel better.
This is the most innocent childlike love there is.
And what do you do? You call the cops on him.
- I couldn't take it anymore.
He sat on that bench all day and all night.
- So what?
Is that reason enough to go to the police?
It, it was the same day as the accident.
The cops show up, he takes off, and he has the accident.
- I didn't know what else to do.
- You betrayed him. You betrayed him.
It was your fault that he ran from the cops
and he got killed.
It's insane.
- You're insane.
It was abuse.
He was torturing me.
He wouldn't leave me alone.
He followed me everywhere I went.
He threatened me.
He said, if I was seeing someone else, he would harm them.
He called me all the time to see where I was.
He was ruining my life.
I didn't know what else to do.
I couldn't stand the sight of him anymore.
I couldn't stand him.
I'm sorry.
- Excuse me.
Can we, can we turn around?
I'd like to go to the Gates of Heaven Cemetery, please.
- Sir, if we do that, you'll be late.
- Eh, it's all right, I can be a little late.
Enough already.
You gotta forget about her, enough.
- Daniel.
Would you care to join me?
Today's Elizabeth's birthday and I brought some wine.
- Yeah, sure, of course.
- Good.
- Yeah.
- Oh, and I had it framed, as you suggested.
It's waterproof, snow-proof, everything.
- That's perfect.
You know, I'm on my way back to New York.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Oh.
Here you go.
- Cheers.
- Look at her.
If Allen had met Elizabeth,
he would've fallen in love with her.
She's so right for him.
The whole course of his life would've changed.
Maybe everything would've turned out differently, yeah.
- Sometimes I think about what could've happened
if Elizabeth had met someone and fallen in love.
- I'm sure they would've fallen in love.
And her depression wouldn't have bothered him.
He would've made her laugh.
He would've given himself completely to her.
He would've been crazy about her.
He would've written her poems.
He would've,
he would've been all over her.
He was very, very sensual,
Allen. - Oh, please.
- No, no, I'm, I'm, I'm talking about them being together
as a couple.
You know, even if she didn't completely give up the sadness,
being in love makes everything bearable,
even sadness.
Maybe they'll meet each other.
I mean, they're here, right?
I mean, they haven't gone anywhere.
Just wandering around.
- You know, it's funny, in this horrible year
of death and pain, Sonia, my wife,
we have these neighbors who are Chinese, they're Taoists,
and they told her that they have a tradition
that when one of the young women dies,
they make sure to marry her off
to a young man who's also died.
They believe that such a wedding would get them to meet,
and maybe they would live together wherever they are.
Sonia, she decided she wanted to marry off Elizabeth
so she could be with someone.
So I found myself going along with her
to all sorts of Chinese families
who had also lost their young men
so we could find a match for Elizabeth.
It was, um, it was a nightmare.
Your wife, the most rational
and wonderful person in the world,
suddenly goes mad before your very eyes.
- So they actually made a match, had a, had a real wedding?
- Yes.
- Crowd, everything?
- Yeah, the whole thing.
- What happened? Did you do it?
- No, well, luckily, she grew tired of it, gave up.
- You know, it's actually not such a bad idea.
- What isn't?
- This wedding thing.
It's charming.
It's...
I mean, even, even if it's Allen and,
and Elizabeth doing it.
- Are you joking? - What do we have to lose?
These, these are the, these are the people we love.
Wouldn't we wanna spend special time with them?
We have a party.
We, we invite people.
We'd, we'd, we'd ask them to wear white.
We tell silly stories about their childhood.
We read poems.
I mean, it's crazy, I know, but it's very charming.
- Come on.
- No, really.
Jacob, it's, it's...
Look, if we...
If they were alive, we'd give,
we'd give them each other's phone numbers
and that would be it, but they're not alive,
so we have to do something meaningful.
That's what this wedding would do.
It, it would make it meaningful.
I mean, that's how we understand it.
Is, is that stupid?
- Yes.
- Or maybe it's just,
it's just getting them to see each other.
Give them direction.
A little party.
- Well, either way, it's no longer relevant.
I mean, Sonia's moved on from the idea.
- Well, Rachel would like it.
That's, that's, uh, Allen's mom.
What?
I was sure that you were gonna love this.
- It's so crazy.
- I know. - I'm so sorry.
- Obviously, it's kinda out there.
Rachel, you know me.
I'm, I'm not some flighty guy.
I'm not even a spiritual person.
- It's so out there.
It's, it's so crazy, I don't even know what to say.
- Something small, okay?
Something like an intimate party,
not an over-the-top wedding.
- To tell you the truth, Daniel,
I don't truly understand what's come over you.
- I don't either.
Couple weeks ago, I didn't even know I had a son.
And now, thanks to you.
Rachel, I know this sounds completely crazy,
but this girl, Elizabeth, she's beautiful.
She's redhead with the palest skin.
She's, she's the type that Allen could've fallen for.
And oh, and she also was suffering from depression
from the age of 12.
At 18, she committed suicide.
She couldn't take it anymore.
But he liked depressed women, right?
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
I guess, yeah.
- We have to help him forget this teacher of his.
- Allen is dead, Daniel.
- So is Elizabeth.
They're both in the same place now.
They just need a little push.
He's stuck with that Alice.
- I'm sorry.
Stop it.
I've had enough of your nonsense.
Really, I'm sorry.
I've had enough.
- Yeah, burying her photograph next to his grave
is not nonsense?
- He asked me to.
- I dug it up, by the way.
- You dug up the photograph?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- Because it's enough, enough of that teacher.
- You're out of your mind, Daniel.
- Sorry.
Excuse me, sir.
Sir.
Sir, excuse me.
Sir, it's against the hotel's policy
to play music late at night.
- Oh. - Sorry.
- I'm sorry.
Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Thanks for doing this.
- Daniel, I just wanna make it clear again,
we're not talking about a wedding
or any of that insanity of yours, right?
- Mm-mm.
- We're just going to meet a nice couple
and talk a little about our children, and that's it.
- That's exactly right.
- Yes.
- You ready? -Yep.
- Yeah.
- Hey. - Hi there.
- Daniel. - Hey.
- Hi.
- This is Rachel.
- Hi, Rachel. - Jacob.
- Hi, I'm Sonia.
- Nice to meet you. - Hi, heard so much about you.
- Great house. So much light.
- Sonia designed it.
- Very beautiful. -
- Thank you. Right this way.
- Oh, 20,000 calories.
I can feel it right now
on my thighs.
- Right here.
- Turkish delight.
- Mm. - Look at that, love it.
- That one right there, my mother made
- Really?
- No. - Yeah.
- Please, try some.
- I will, yeah.
- Mm. - What do you think?
- Mm, yeah, I love it, mm.
- Great. - They're so delicate.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
- Is that what you do for a living?
Do you import Turkish delight or something?
- No, no, no, no, not at all.
It's the only sweet Elizabeth likes.
- Mm.
- Did Allen like Turkish delight?
- I was just wondering about that.
Um, I don't remember.
Suddenly, it makes me sad to think
that perhaps he never even tried it.
I hope he did.
- A couple of nice things happened to us today.
Jacob finally found a recording we've been looking for
for a long time.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's Mozart's "Violin Sonata No. 21"
in E minor Elizabeth had played.
It's what we're listening to right now.
- That's her playing?
- That's right.
- It's lovely.
- Thank you, yeah.
- I brought a piece that Allen played as well.
- Oh.
- Yeah, we can listen to it right after.
- Sure. - Sure.
- It's beautiful.
- Mm.
Oh, the other nice thing.
Grab the photograph.
- Oh.
- Oh, it's really exciting.
- Take a look.
- Oh, unbelievable.
- Mm.
- Hamilton Bulldogs, look at this.
- Yeah. - Was Allen's team.
- Well, she was a goalie for the Bulldogs' girls team.
It's a photo of this year's team,
and they photoshopped her picture right in there.
- That's her.
I can't believe it.
- Why, did Allen also play for the Bulldogs?
- No, I wish he did, but um, no, he couldn't play,
but he, he was a huge fan.
- Why couldn't he play?
- He had a little problem with his leg.
- Oh, what kind of problem?
- Well, one leg was an inch and a half shorter
than the other one.
- Hmm. - Mm.
- He didn't limp or anything.
He had, one of his shoes had a slight lift in the heel.
- Mm.
- Yeah, so it wasn't noticeable.
- Wow.
- But playing hockey, that was a problem,
so he became this great fan.
Yeah, went to all the games.
You know, sometimes even went to the away games.
So it's kind of amazing Elizabeth was
I can imagine them going together to the games.
How perfect that would've been.
- I took her to some of the games,
and she was, she was so happy
when someone scored a goal. - Mm.
- You think about it, they went to the same games,
cheered for the same goals at exactly the same time.
- That's right.
- Uh,
I'd like to say something.
Um, yeah, I'm a little uncomfortable
and um, it's important for me to, to speak up,
even though it's, it's something trivial.
And I realize that I, I might sound backwards,
but this, uh, this matter of his,
what, what you said about his short leg and the, the limp.
I know it's silly of me, but I have a, uh,
I have a slight problem with that.
It's not that there's anything that can be done about it,
but- - I beg your pardon?
- Yeah, I, I said there was no limp.
No, no limp.
- Right, but this is the first I've heard of it.
And as foolish
and insignificant as it sounds, uh,
it's, you know, it's disturbing.
It took me by surprise.
- Are you crazy?
What are you talking about?
You've got a problem with something?
- Well, no, I don't, I didn't want for this to-
- What are you even talking about?
Your daughter was a depressive.
She was a depressed girl
who was probably turning into a depressed woman.
Have you any idea what it means
to be a clinically depressed woman?
I can tell you a lot about it.
All right, I've had enough of this nonsense.
- Rachel,
she didn't mean anything. - Thank you very much.
It was a pleasure.
I don't want my son to be with a depressive anyway,
so you go find someone else for her.
- No, no, Rachel, that's not what she meant.
You have to understand.
- Rachel.
I'm sorry.
I'll talk to you later.
I understand that was annoying.
I was annoyed, too.
- Just drop it.
Just drop it, will you?
Leave me alone.
- Why are you talking to me like that?
- I'm sick of this farce already.
What a disgusting woman, disgusting.
Such a fool.
- Even if she's disgusting, what does it matter?
You gonna be her best friend?
No.
No, you'll meet 'em once, twice, maybe that's it.
- Who does she think she is to talk about Allen this way?
I mean, who is she?
Disgusting woman.
A disgusting, depressed daughter.
- Elizabeth is amazing.
I could tell you liked her.
I saw the way you were looking at her photographs.
- He could've had 1,000 like her if he wanted.
- But why ruin everything?
Why do you do that?
You know, there's a way of talking things through-
- Yeah. - And you, you get...
Don't you understand that?
- You're just a kiss-ass.
- Some things are irreversible.
Why burn bridges?
- You sat there with your mouth shut,
and then you even apologized.
There was a limp, but you couldn't see the limp.
That was revolting.
- The only thing you can feel right now is your own pride.
- My own pride?
You piece of shit.
- Yes, your pride.
That's right.
And I'll tell you something.
I can understand her.
Yes, I can understand her, even though I am his father.
I remember the first time that I heard
that he had a problem with his leg.
It did something to me.
I didn't take it lightly.
It, it, it does something.
You have to process it.
But I'm sure the first that you were told about it,
it wasn't easy on you either.
You took it hard.
Of course you did, because it's, it's a tough thing.
So why can't you understand her?
That was the first time that she heard about it,
so she took it hard.
- Get out of the car.
- Rachel, we're talking- - Get out!
- Hey. - Hey.
- Cup of coffee, please.
- Yeah, certainly.
- You got an address here?
I need to call a cab.
- Yeah, 190 Riverside Avenue.
- Okay.
- You know, there's a taxi stand
like 300 meters down the road.
Why didn't you just get her to drop you off there?
- Um,
we had a little argument and I preferred to get out.
I'll get a cab when I finish the coffee.
- Yeah, okay.
How do you take it, strong, weak?
- Espresso.
Strong, please.
- You got it.
This argument, yeah,
something that could be resolved, you know?
Have a little chat, work it out?
- Yeah, nothing major.
- What was it about, uh, if you,
if you don't mind me asking?
- My son's getting married.
And we met with the parents of the bride.
- Classic.
Is it about money?
How much you're forkin' out, how much they are?
- No, nothin' like that.
- Hmm, class, a class thing?
Like maybe you're not sure they're your kinda people?
It's always a class thing.
- Something like that, yeah.
- Hmm.
Well, how about the, the kids?
The bride and groom, are they in love?
- Yeah.
Yeah, they're a good match, too.
- Well, if they're in love, it's all gonna sort itself out.
- Yeah.
- No, really, it is.
Trust me.
Listen, if it does work out,
you gotta promise me that you'll have the wedding here.
- Where here?
- How many guests?
- I mean, it's a small affair, but still.
- Come with me.
Come, have a look.
Come on.
Right this way, sir.
So we have a deal?
You'll have the wedding here?
- Let's hope so.
Hey, Robert, how are ya?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- May I?
- Uh, sure, but Rachel's not home.
- Oh, when's she comin' back?
- I, I don't really have any idea.
- I see,um,
we had a fight.
Did she tell you?
- Yeah, yeah, she did.
- So I wanted to come by and apologize.
And the couple we visited also wanna apologize.
So it's important for me to tell her that.
- Okay.
- Well, I'll, I'll try again later.
All right, I'll see you, thanks.
- See ya.
Daniel.
Since yesterday, I've been debating
whether I should talk with you.
I think what you're doing is rather tasteless.
You know, to me, this wedding is a farce.
It's a joke.
But if it's gonna take place,
then I need to be involved in all of it.
I was his father.
I raised him.
You can't just show up and ignore me.
I mean, you talk with Rachel.
You decide with Rachel.
You visit the bride's parents together.
What is that about?
- Listen, Robert, I am such an idiot.
Of course you're his father, too.
And of course you have to be involved with all of it.
I, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you, honestly.
I, I'm truly sorry.
- All right.
Okay.
I think she's calmed down a little bit herself.
You know, she told me about her, her incident yesterday,
how she just up and left.
Yeah, we had a good laugh about it.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think she's feeling a little foolish.
You know, she said she was gonna get their number from you
and call to apologize.
- Excellent.
- She also said that, um, this Elizabeth
was truly special.
- So uh, I can run a red carpet
from where we came in right up to the altar.
It's, uh, it just looks fantastic when the bride
and groom make their grand entrance.
- Uh, there's no need for a red carpet.
- Well, then how,
how are they gonna make their grand entrance?
- This wedding is a, it's a little different.
- Okay.
Okay, whatever works for you.
- Hey, Lillian.
How are ya? - Hi.
- Oh, it's good to see you.
- So um, what is this thing you're doing?
- What thing?
- A wedding.
- Oh, it's not really a wedding.
It's, it's just, um, you know, a little party
for us parents.
- You can't do this.
- Lillian, it's okay.
It's all right.
It's just a little party.
Invitations have gone out.
- Invitations?
How can you marry Allen off like this?
I don't get it.
- Lillian, I'm sorry.
It wasn't meant to hurt you.
- He's my boyfriend.
He, he, he was the love of my life,
the only man that I've ever been with.
And who the fuck is this Elizabeth anyway?
- Lillian, Elizabeth was a wonderful young woman
who committed suicide.
This wedding, this little ceremony,
is between two people who aren't here anymore.
You're alive.
- Just promise me, okay, right here and now,
that you will call off this wedding.
- It's impossible.
People know about this.
There's, there's already a venue.
There's a, a flamenco guitarist.
We, it's too late.
- Call off the flamenco guitarist.
Call off this whole stupid fucking wedding.
You gotta call it all off.
Allen wouldn't want it.
- Allen's not here anymore.
- Allen is here.
- Lillian.
- His child is here.
- What do you mean?
- Exactly what I said.
- What, what do you mean, his child?
- His child.
- You're pregnant?
- Yeah.
- And you wanna keep this child?
- Yeah, I, I want to, but I can't.
- Why not?
- We already made an appointment.
My, my dad would never agree.
My mom won't either.
- If it was only up to you, would you keep this baby?
- I'm, I'm only 16.
- That's true.
- They say that it would ruin my life.
And my dad would never allow it.
- Let me try to talk to him.
Let me try.
- No, he won't agree. - Please?
Let me try it.
- Yeah.
Okay.
I'll tell them that I told you.
- All right, we've listened to you out of respect
for your pain and grieving,
but like we said, we've made up our minds.
We booked an appointment for the abortion tomorrow
and, and that's that, it's final.
- Yes, of course.
I just wanna add
that I have no other children besides Allen.
And Rachel's going through the worst hell
a person can endure.
And I'm only just beginning to
to, to feel something myself.
And suddenly, there's this chance.
Suddenly, there's, there's Allen's child,
and this child's right here.
It, it has a grandmother and a grandfather,
and, and another grandmother, and a grandfather,
and a mother.
This child has a, has a wonderful family, I think.
And for us, Rachel and I,
this is the only descendant we will ever have.
- I know, but we're not.
- Please, just promise us you'll think about it.
- All right.
- There's nothing to think about.
- Still, we're hoping.
- There's nothing to hope for,
there's nothing to think about, and that's that.
Enough.
- I don't understand why you're talking to us this way.
- How's the tea?
Is it good?
- Yes.
- Did you say thank you?
- What do you mean?
- Enough, Alex.
Let it go.
- We served it to you five minutes ago.
Did you thank us?
- I don't remember.
I suppose I did.
- No, you didn't.
- Well, maybe you're right,
but that's just because I'm upset
and I wasn't paying attention.
- That kid of yours lived in this house for three years.
Three years he ate in this house.
Three years he slept in this house.
Did you ever say thank you?
Even once?
Did you ever thank her?
Thank me?
Did you ever ask if we needed something maybe?
- I think it was hard for me that he chose to live with you.
It was difficult as a mother and that made me resentful.
- And when that sweet, little boy of yours decided
to thank me by stealing $6,000 from me, you knew about it.
I know you did.
Did you call?
Did you show up with the money?
"Here, he's my son.
I'm taking responsibility."
No, you didn't.
Because you pissed all over us.
Just like that darling little boy
of yours pissed all over us,
the boy we took in off the street
and let him sleep in my mom's room,
my mother who was an angel walking this earth.
That woman spent every day in bed reading books
and vomiting.
And when that sweet little boy of yours wanted
to fuck my daughter, my 13-year-old daughter, 13,
he thought my mother might suddenly wake up,
so he drug her with sleeping pills.
He put fucking sleeping pills in her food
so he could fuck my daughter in peace.
My wife would call me in prison,
tell me my mother's asleep all the time.
We thought it was her age, but no,
he was simply drugging her.
That fucking asshole.
That limping dog.
That ungrateful shit.
That crippled fucking asshole.
That piece of shit.
- Please, please, enough with the swearing.
- Shut the fuck up!
- Alex, Alex. - Shut up!
- Your probation.
- Look, they were both children.
When she was 13, he was 16.
This is youthful foolishness, all of it.
- Shut up, I said.
- Oh!
- Hey! - Move.
- Alex, Alex! - I'm gonna-
- Are you crazy? - Shut up!
- Stop it! - Shut up!
- No, I will not shut up! - Calm down.
- Stop it!
That's enough! - No!
- Calm down. - Shut your-
- He was a wonderful boy!
He wasn't a piece of shit!
- He was not an asshole!
- Stop it! - Alex!
- No, he was wonderful, he was talented,
he was loved. - Stop it.
- Stop. - And he fucked your daughter
because she loved him. - Shut up!
- And he loved her. - I'm gonna fucking
shut your fucking- - Stop,
stop! - And I envy her.
I envy all of you that you were with him,
that you knew him. - Stop it, stop it.
- Oh, shut up.
- Come on. - Gonna smash-
- He was loved. - Let's go.
- I'm going to smash your face in.
- He was loved. - We're gonna press charges.
Oh, fuck off.
- Right. - You fuck off.
- Come on.
- I'm sorry I woke you.
I was waiting for daylight.
I've been wandering around all night.
I didn't go to the cops.
I've gone crazy.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I can't stand thinking that this baby's gonna die.
Oh, hi, I'm sorry.
I, I apologize.
I didn't wanna wake you up, but I was,
I was waiting for the daylight to come up.
I couldn't sleep, so.
I think I'm losing my mind.
There must be some solution here.
I, this just can't happen.
There must be something.
I'm willing to give everything that I have.
I own a large factory.
I, I have means.
I am, I'm willing to give all of it to Lillian
and the baby.
Yeah, they'll be a wealthy mother and child.
She'd have nannies, she'd have people to help her,
and she can continue to play with kids her own age.
I don't need anything for myself.
I just wanna see this baby grow up.
I think that helps, right?
I don't know what...
What else can I do?
- There's nothing to be done.
I'm sorry,
with all due respect to what you're going through.
- But this child has to live.
- My child has to live, too.
I'm very sorry, I'm closing the door now.
- Uh, no, just a minute,
just please. - No, I'm sorry.
That's enough. - Hey.
It's, it's just, I've got one- - I'm closing it.
- Please, I, I...
He's right.
She's still a child.
She needs to keep doing things children do.
He did what a father's supposed to do.
Allen, my son.
I don't know what kind of father I would've been
if I'd been any kind at all.
I don't know.
But I do know that I was wrong all these years.
I never would've laid a hand on you, never.
- Wait, where's Daniel?
Daniel, come.
Please.
Come.
- Excuse me, sorry.