Broken Roads Page #3
- Year:
- 2012
- 151 min
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I'll live with that
till the day I die.
I'd like to stay...
If you'd let me.
I'm sorry.
You didn't do anything wrong.
Look at the way I've been,
the way I've treated you.
- I've been such an ass.
- How could you have known?
I was wondering if
you wouldn't mind
me taking a look
in the shed at the car.
I know you don't like
people messin' with it and...
go ahead. Nothing you can do to
it that hasn't already been done.
- Really?
- Sure.
Aldo?
Mrs. Wallace told me
you'd be in here.
Said you might be thirsty.
Peace offering?
Is that freshly squeezed?
I don't think so.
Well, then, the war must go on.
This car's been
broken for a while.
Not broken.
Sleeping.
So you're trying
to wake it up or something?
- Trying.
If you never try,
you'll never know.
Can I help?
Are you a girl
that likes to get dirty?
Excuse me?
Gloves.
So I haven't seen
you at school yet.
- Yeah, I haven't been going.
- Why?
I guess I wasn't quite
ready for the world yet.
Is everything okay?
I don't know.
Like that car out there?
Yeah, it's pretty cool.
Where'd you learn
how to fix cars?
all the time,
and she didn't have money
to pay someone to fix it,
so someone had to learn how to.
What?
Can I show you something?
What?
Look at this.
Who's this?
- Hey, that's the car.
- That's your grandfather.
He looks just like me.
I think it's you
that looks just like him.
I never knew that.
There's a lot you and I
don't know about each other.
Your grandfather
loved that car.
I think that's why you love it.
I want you to have it.
- The picture?
- The car.
- Really?
- On one condition.
That you go back to school
and catch up on your studies.
Okay.
Can I keep this, too?
Sure.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
I'm gonna try to be better.
I wanna be better.
I know.
Well, I'm glad that
it happened,
but now that it has happened,
sometimes I feel more
hopeless than when it hadn't.
Am I really all he needs,
is he what I need?
You know, you've been so set in
your ways, livin' your life,
this boy comes along,
you don't know what to do.
I want it to be better for him.
I see him starting to be better,
I haven't felt
so alive in years.
I just can't help but wonder
where it's going from here.
So hard to live in the moment.
- Is it too late?
- For what?
As long as you got life in you.
- I've made so many mistakes.
- No, now, wallace,
you made one big mistake, and you've
let it run your life ever since.
but I loved her so much,
I couldn't let her go.
But there's nothing
wrong with that, honey.
Oh, shirley, I wish
You know what?
in ways you don't even know.
Can I tell you something?
You deserve to be happy.
Wallace, it has just broken my heart to
watch what you've put yourself through.
But now, I know
what it was for.
It was for this moment
right here.
Thank you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know you were here.
Um, I shouldn't have... I
shouldn't have done anything.
I'm really sorry.
Could you do something for me?
- What?
- Come here.
Okay.
Could you tell me about her?
- About mom?
- Yeah.
What was she like?
I don't know...
She used to always dream
about going to new york
and seeing
the statue of liberty.
Please do not remind me
of that trip.
- She went?
- Yeah, we both went.
We stayed at her friend's
studio for a week.
All four of us... It wasn't
the best of experiences.
But me and mom
were really close.
We told each other everything.
She was one of my best friends.
My only best friend;
I even tried to set her up with a
few of my friends' single dads.
She started dating
one of them, and I realized
it wasn't such a good idea.
Let me show you something.
This is a picture your
grandfather took of me in paris.
Wow.
Your mother used to love
to look through these pictures.
She'd always say she was
Really?
All of her favorite stories
were of me and your grandfather.
She couldn't sleep at night
without a story.
Why'd she leave?
Well, your mother
was very ambitious.
She had a long list of things
she wanted to do in her life.
Like what?
Like ride something
bigger than a horse.
Travel around the world,
write a book.
After graduation, she
wanted to go to college,
and god bless her, she got in.
What did she wanna study?
She didn't know. She just
wanted to get outta here.
Out of colorado.
That was at the top of her
list, to get as far away
as she could from here.
You know,
- She didn't?
- No.
Because of me, she didn't do half
the things that you just said.
- It's not your fault.
- Then whose is it?
Aldo.
I'm just tired.
Hey.
Hi.
Writing your book?
More like thoughts
rather than a book.
Whatcha thinkin' about?
If I told you,
they wouldn't be thoughts,
but something I said,
which would make it a quote,
and I'm not
writing quotes, so...
But you're writing it down.
But I'm the only one readin"em,
so they still stay my thoughts.
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- I would.
I would.
Okay, but if I read
you something,
you gotta promise not to laugh.
- What if it's funny?
- No, you gotta promise.
- No laughing.
- Scout's honor.
Isn't that only valid
if you're actually a scout?
I was for, like, 15 days,
but who's counting?
Okay.
"In jersey,
I'd never find this."
because...
back how I treated you.
"Be nice to her.
"Because to wake up and see her
there's nothing better."
I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have done that.
Wait.
Well, can I hear some more?
No.
But can I see you again?
No.
You're glowing.
- I am?
- She's a nice girl.
- Who?
- Madalyn.
- Yeah, she's pretty cool.
- Just cool?
Come on, grandma, what...
ooh, grandma.
I like it.
Yeah. Me, too.
What's the rush?
Gotta get some sleep. Madalyn wants
to go horseback riding tomorrow.
Do you know how
to ride a horse?
No, but how hard can it be?
- Hey, Aldo?
- Yeah?
You okay now?
No, but for once,
I know I will be.
First time really?
There's more to this city boy
than you think.
Yeah, I'm beginning
to see that.
Hey, you hungry?
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
Good to know, 'cause it's about
the only thing I make good.
I'll have you know I'm actually
a wolfgang puck in the making.
He's a famous chef.
Yeah, I knew that.
Yeah.
What's the city like?
You've never left this place?
No.
Everyone who lives here is
practically born and raised here,
just like their parents.
Well, it's loud, for one.
Unlike this place.
And it's definitely
not like this
when you're sittin' behind
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