Broken Roads

We've yet to find a

working number for his father.

We've called friends.

She never talked about him,

or even mentioned

any brothers or sisters.

There's no relatives on file.

If we find a working

number for his father,

and he doesn't answer,

we'll leave a message.

The state will handle

funeral arrangements.

Check the file again.

The boy has a grandmother

in moorpark, colorado

on his mother's side.

I've been trying to call her, but she

hasn't been answering the phone.

I'll look again...

just prepare

the foster care paperwork,

in case she chooses

not to return our calls,

or decides not to take him in.

With him turning 18 next summer,

who knows where he'll end up.

? I can feel you

in the distance?

? I saw you glimmer

in the sun?

? But I can't stand

looking right at you?

? Wish you'd tell me

what I've done?

? Like a fire

that keeps on burning?

? And I keep trying

to blow it out?

? I don't wanna

keep on watching?

? It burns each time

I drink it down?

? I'm lost in

my weakness?

? I'm breaking

into pieces?

? Is anyone

waiting for me?

? On the other side

of the street??

? I need a lift

to take me home?

? I saw you standing

in the shadows?

? Watching over me

at night?

? I'm gonna swim

across this ocean?

? But I can't do it

on my own?

? I'm lost in

my weakness?

? I'm breaking

into pieces?

? Is anyone

waiting for me?

? On the other side

of the street??

? I need a lift

to take me home?

? How do I keep

moving on?

? If all that I love

is gone??

? I need a sign

to give me hope?

Can I help you?

Are you, uh, wallace russo?

That would be mrs. Wallace

to you, young man. And you are?

Your problem for

the next nine months.

I will not be disrespected

in my own home.

I don't care who you are

or what you want from me.

I'm only gonna ask

your name one more time.

You can stay out here

until you find out.

My name is Aldo russo.

You do speak.

Well, come in.

You're not what I expected.

Sorry to be a disappointment.

I didn't mean it like that.

Why don't you go eat your food

before it gets any

more cold than it is.

Can I just go to bed?

I thought there was supposed to

be a social worker with you.

I didn't expect you

to be alone.

Well, I am.

Your room is upstairs.

Hi, you reached Emilia.

sorry I...

- Mom!

- Aldo, I'm on the phone.

Aldo!

I, um...

Stupid.

This is so stupid.

I know you won't get this.

I just needed

to hear your voice.

I just wanted to...

you hungry?

Well, if you get hungry...

Can I sit down?

I was just getting up.

Go ahead. Finish.

Hi. I'm Lorri McGlocklin.

I'm Aldo's social worker.

I am so sorry I'm late.

I fully intended to...

- come in.

- Okay.

You know, miss scott

from the D.H.S in jersey,

she wasn't able to forward

me all of the information

in time for Aldo's arrival.

Doesn't help that

we are so understaffed.

- Please sit down.

- Oh, thank you.

Hi. Well, at any rate,

we're all caught up now,

and I apologize on our behalf.

We'll work together to make

this a smooth transition, okay?

Well, uh, why don't

we start with you.

- How did it happen?

- I'm sorry?

- The accident.

- That information wasn't released to you?

I didn't get all the details.

You know what? Mrs. Wallace,

if you don't mind,

- we can start someplace

else... - why do you care?!

I am trying to understand.

It doesn't matter!

I'm here and she's dead!

- She's dead!

- I just wanna understand what happened.

Look...

Mrs. Wallace,

it's very important that

this is something you wanna do,

in order to make

this relationship work.

Well, at the end of the day,

I don't really think I have

anything to offer him.

You do, you do. You can

offer him comfort.

Comfort's a pretty hard

thing to come by

for a kid in his position.

Don't you think so?

It's not about

what I think or what I feel.

Emilia is still dead.

He will never let that go.

Does he remind you of Emilia?

Yes. Sometimes.

I've made good

by not letting him know.

My past has been

very confusing.

I've done a lot of things

I'm not proud of

that I wish I could've

done differently.

Listen, mrs. Wallace,

whatever happened in your past,

it just doesn't matter,

because I think there might

be something good in there

for both of you.

Why don't you let me go through

this whole program with you.

Okay? I'm gonna take you

through it step by step,

and I'm gonna give you

all the information,

and we'll talk

about your options.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, uh...

sorry.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Um, is mrs. Wallace here?

I don't know. You can

look around if you want.

I've never seen you before.

- You live here now?

- Just passing through.

Temporary.

Well... I'm sure

you'll find it

very warm at

mrs. Wallace's.

What's your relation?

Still trying to

figure that out.

Not much of

a conversationalist, are you?

Not much conversation

to be had.

- Well... I'm gonna go.

- Yeah.

I come here on saturdays

to help mrs. Wallace

out around the house,

but since she's not here,

can you tell her that

Madalyn stopped by?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

Perfect.

- what are you doing?

- I didn't mean to...

to what, touch things you're not supposed

to be touching in the first place?

- I didn't think that you'd mind.

- Well, I do mind,

and why is no concern of yours.

- hi, mrs. Wallace.

- Hey.

- Nice day, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm.

Let me help you with this.

Thank you, sweetheart. You

never came by last week.

Something special happen?

I did, but you weren't home.

I left a message with that

boy who's staying here.

- Oh, well, he never talks much.

- Yeah, I got that impression.

I'm sure there's

some good in him.

It's just getting

it out that's hard.

- What's his name?

- Aldo. He's my grandson.

Mrs. Wallace, you never

told me you had a grandson.

I didn't know I had one.

Is Emilia all right?

- She died.

- Oh, my god.

Mrs. Wallace,

I am so sorry.

- I shouldn't even be

prying into... - oh, honey.

You know

there's no secrets here.

Maybe see if

he'll come help us.

You sure?

It doesn't seem like

he wants to be bothered.

That's his natural look.

Go on.

We never formally met.

I'm Madalyn.

Wanna come down here

and give us a hand?

We could really use

the extra pair of hands.

I promise you it's not

as girly as you might think.

So what are you writing about?

You're persistent.

You look like

you can use a friend.

A matter of opinion.

An opinion I'm sure

I didn't really ask you for.

I just thought, since you're

new in town and all...

Do us both a favor.

Go back to gardening, okay?

Go ahead.

Run along. Shoo.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Could you please just leave?

I'm sorry. I didn't

mean to...

Look, I don't know you, and I

don't wanna f***ing know you.

- Hey, Aldo.

- I'm sorry, mrs. Wallace.

I was just trying to help.

Will you both

just leave me alone?

I'm gonna go,

mrs. Wallace.

No, no, stay. Don't

let him bother you.

Come on.

I brought you some food.

I know you must be hungry.

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