Joshua Page #7

Josh.

Josh.

(Lily crying)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's okay, it's okay.

(crying continues)

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

I'm talking to you.

You better come down here right now.

- You better come down here right now.

-Joshua.

(Lily crying)

-Joshua.

-Joshua.

-Joshua...

-Joshua.

I'm not f***ing around

with you right now,

you understand me?

Come down right now.

Come down right now.

Goddamn it!

- WOMAN:
Bobby, get down from...

- Where is it?

- Where is it?

- Where is it?

- Where is it?

- Where is it?

Where's Lily's binky?

Where's Lily's binky?

- Where is it?

- Where is it?

You answer me.

- You answer your father.

- You answer your father.

Answer your father!

No, no, no, Daddy!

(woman gasps in distance)

(onlookers murmuring)

Josh.

I'm sorry.

Nobody will ever love you.

(stifled moans)

(ominous music plays)

(door opens)

Oh, Chester, thank God.

- Hey, buddy.

- Sit down, sit down.

What's going on here?

When am I getting bail?

Not till Monday.

Don't you know?

Never beat up your kid

in public on the weekend.

Chester, um, I-I appreciate

you coming.

- All right.

- I've had a long...

Whatever!

Whatever! I'm here!

You see the judge tomorrow.

I've been doing

a little snooping via a friend.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

Yeah, I know it's bad, okay?

It isn't the whole story, Chester.

We'll, let's see.

- It's not...

- Let's see.

Uh, over 30 eyewitnesses,

your boy tells the cops

he's been being abused

since his sister was born,

bruises all over his body,

a sheaf of Joshua's

drawings

that have the

authorities drooling...

Chester, goddamn it,

it isn't the whole story, okay?

- Look...

- I'm trying to tell...

I have to get out of here now.

They say you were tampering

with Abby's medication.

What? That's-that's insane.

(piano playing gentle melody)

No, look,

I don't care

if she's from

the Philippines

or Philadelphia,

I just need

someone who knows how

to take care of a baby.

Listen, if it looks like

it's for a kid,

pick it up and pack it,

okay? Thanks.

(playing "Twinkle, Twinkle,

Little Star")

Oh, for the love of God,

please, today.

Yes, yes.

Imelda sounds great.

Yes.

Great, send her over.

Thank you. Thank you, very much.

Bye.

(sighs)

Hey...

Imelda...

sounds like she is one

fabulous cook,

which makes you one

very, very lucky girl.

Want to suck on your hand instead?

Oh! Your sister's just about the

cutest thing in the whole world.

I love her more than anything.

You know, siblings

are very important

in strange times.

Speaking from experience.

Like you and Mom?

Yeah.

(plays pretty melody)

- Ned?

- Mm-hmm?

I'm glad you're here.

I mean...

you, me, th...

this feels right, doesn't it?

The way it always should have been.

(notes trailing off)

We should compose

something together.

(clears throat)

(smacks lips)

(plays plaintive chords)

# Nobody ever

called me "Daddy" #

(a capella):

# Actually, that's not true. #

Ugh!

(playing soft arpeggios)

(plays sparse melody)

# You know they

didn't ever #

# Have to love me #

# No, no, no #

# And no one will ever

love them now #

# But they always

wanted somehow #

- # To save me #

- (footsteps approaching)

# Why, oh, why? #

# For pity's sake #

# They should have

saved themselves #

# But you, you always said

I never missed a note #

# And nobody ever knew me

like you do #

# You always said

it was gonna be okay #

# I only ever really

wanted to be with you. #

(stops playing)

(acoustic guitar strums

folk-rock rhythm)

(man singing)

(music fades)

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