Broken Roads Page #2

You haven't been

downstairs all day.

- I'll just leave it here.

- Don't bother.

What did you say?

I said don't bother!

I'm not gonna eat that.

- And you can stop being so fake while you're at it.

- How dare you?

I've tried the best I can

to make this work.

You are not gonna make me

seem like the bad guy here.

You are the one with

the problem, not me.

I'm sure that's what my mother was to you, right?

Something to get over.

Aldo.

Aldo.

Aldo!

- Aldo.

- What do you...

- what the f***?! You old b*tch!

- It's gotta stop.

What do you want from me?

- You are not the only one living here.

- I don't wanna live here.

You can have your tantrums,

be all depressed if you want to.

I refuse to be,

and I refuse to let you

walk all over that place like you

don't care, like no one cares.

Listen, I'm only your problem

until next summer,

so you won't have to

worry about it anymore.

Until then, I'm gonna

get some respect from you.

I don't have to listen to this.

You're not my mother.

Right. I'm not your mother.

I do not deserve

to be treated like this.

I know Emilia raised you

better than that.

- What did you say?

- You're gonna hit an old woman?

I dare you. I dare you!

- you don't know me.

- That's right, I don't know you.

I don't pretend to know you.

I don't consider you a child, but

you sure are acting like one.

Consider me gone.

You're not going anywhere. Get back in the house.

You have school tomorrow, Aldo.

Aldo! Aldo!

Aldo!

Well, lord, where have

you been hidin'?

Hiding. Wish I could.

Madalyn came by.

She told you?

Oh, shirley, I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm too old for this.

Oh, wallace, you just old

when it's convenient for you.

So...

He's your daughter's son.

Shirley, he's so beautiful.

He looks just like her.

Well, I believe it.

The sun envied that girl.

- He is so angry.

- As well he should be.

And he's disrespectful, and he's rude,

not to mention, his name is Aldo.

Oh, he's an Aldo junior.

He doesn't even know his

grandfather's name was Aldo.

Every time I look at him,

I see Emilia and Aldo.

He looks more like her, but he's

hard-headed like the old man was.

Well, he's probably

in pain, hurt.

He's just young and needs

somebody to guide him.

Plus, he's livin'

with a stranger.

Stranger?! Stranger?

- Is that what I am?

- That's exactly what you are, wallace, a stranger.

That boy doesn't know you.

He's never even met you.

What did you expect him to do,

just come in and instantly

run into your arms?

- Well?

- You know you ran your daughter off.

How many times you

gonna tell me that?

- Until you get it through your head.

- Well, it is through.

In one ear

and right out the other.

What happened between you and her

is what put that man in his grave.

I'll never understand it. That girl

dreamt of being anywhere but here.

She never cared about

nobody but herself.

Wallace, how can you go and

say somethin' like that?

Care. Care!

She loved you, wallace.

She wanted more for her life.

She wanted more for her life

than just livin' in a house

that's been here hundreds of

years, and I don't blame her.

That girl wanted

to see the world.

And I remember.

She waited, and she

waited for your approval.

You never gave it to her,

so what did she do?

She left, and when she did,

Aldo was never the same.

Mm-mm. He was not

right after that.

Now listen to me, sister.

You get a second chance

now with this boy.

Most people don't

get a second chance, wallace,

but god gave that to you.

Don't you run this boy off

like you did her.

You hear me?

Now come on.

Let's go get us some tea.

Time for school.

Get up.

- I'm not going.

- That's what you think.

What the hell?!

- Time for school.

- Are you crazy?

Get dressed. The bus

is coming in an hour.

And I'm sure I won't be there.

And I'm sure

you will. Ha ha!

Oh, god!

- Aldo.

- I went to school, okay?

- How was it?

- School.

I know, but did

you meet anyone?

Really, come on, let's

not do this right now.

- I'm gonna go to my room if that's okay with you.

- Aldo, I...

look, I'll go to school and

back because you're forcing me.

We don't have to talk about it.

We don't have to be friends

or anything, okay?

Okay?

So you just leave me alone,

I'll leave you alone.

It'll be like I was never here.

? I'm so tired

of the myth that goes?

? That nice guys come first

and bad ones come last?

? I should know by now

? Things are not

what they seem?

? And if I do,

then I must be crazy?

? 'Cause time has taught me

that in order to play the game?

? You must be willing to

throw away your self?

? If I can't be

part of the game?

? I'll end up losing

every ounce I have left?

Hello.

Yes.

What are you saying?

I thought being waited up for

- stopped when you were 12 years old.

- Stop it!

Just stop. I've let you walk

all over me these past months.

I'm not gonna let you stand

there and lie to my face.

Lie about what?

You know what

I'm talking about.

Your principal called this morning.

You haven't been in school.

I'm sitting there on the phone

feeling like a fool,

feeling like a goddamn fool,

because it never occurred to me

that you could be

so deceptive, so manipulative.

Aldo, I'm at a loss for words.

There's nothing left to say.

You can't stay here.

This just isn't gonna work.

Pack your things and leave.

You're in god's hands now.

Now you wanna bring

god into this.

When he's ready,

I'll be here waiting.

I'm sure he's already

figured out...

Aldo. Aldo, stop.

Who are you trying to fool?

Look around. There's no one here

for you to be tough in front of.

If you're in pain, be in pain.

If you're in mourning,

mourn. Why don't you cry?

I am in pain!

I am angry!

I've lost all feeling!

I'm numb to everything.

Numb to everyone.

Can't you see

that I'm suffering?

I'm not this person.

I don't know

how I got like this.

My life, it's so...

I just want it to end.

Aldo, stop.

Do you know what it's like

to sit at home

and wait for someone who you know

is never, ever gonna come back?

Still, you sit there

and you wait.

You think to yourself,

what was the last thing

I said to 'em?

Did I say anything at all?

Do you know what that's like?

I do.

- Yeah.

- I do.

I drove your mother away

and sat by that door for months,

waiting for her

to walk through it.

Waited by the phone

for a phone call.

Mail couldn't get here

fast enough.

Anything so I'd know

she was fine.

It's my fault that

I wasn't in your life.

It's my fault that

I don't know you.

I wake up with that

every morning.

I wake up with that

sense of lost time every day.

But I refused to let it

do to me what it did before,

what it did to your

grandfather, what it did to us.

I know what

you're going through.

Believe me.

I know very well.

Emilia was taken from you.

You had no choice.

I had every choice.

And I made the wrong choice.

I'll never forgive

myself for that.

I live with that every day.

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