Labor Day Page #6

(sesame)

OFFICER 1:
Open the door slow.

Hands above your head!

Keep them up!

- Hands above your head!

- OFFICER 2:
On your knees!

OFFICER 32 Get down.

OFFICER 2:
On your knees, do it now!

Hands behind your head!

OFFICER 42 All right, all right,

we got him! Move in!

Move to the kitchen.

Okay, I need to run some tests.

Don't be scared, son.

Your mom will be fine.

We got the guy.

He won't be able to do anything

to you and your mom anymore.

Ma'am, over here.

I need you to look over here, please.

- I'm going to cut the tape.

- Can you hear me okay?

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

ADULT HENRY:
They charged him

with kidnapping.

When my mother heard,

she drove to see the prosecutor

with me as a witness

to make him understand that no

unlawful detainment had taken place.

He didn't hurt us. He is a good man.

He was kind to my son.

ADULT HENRY She omitted

the fact that they were in love.

Adele, these situations are never simple.

Never clean.

It may take years

for you to fully weave it all together.

Now, perhaps, before putting

this kind of statement into record,

you might want to take sometime

to think about what actually happened.

Harboring a fugitive is a major crime

we don't look lightly upon.

And, of course,

there is delinquency to a minor.

You could lose custody of your son.

ADULT HENRY:
They gave Frank

10 years

for me escape and 15 for the kidnapping;.

My mother tried to visit him once,

but was told he was doing solitary.

She wrote to Frank, sometimes daily,

but received no response.

Eventually, a package arrived

containing all of her letters

stamped with a prison seal.

None of them had been opened.

She nailed to enquire and was told

Frank had been transferred.

Within a month, my mother voluntarily

relinquished custody of me to my father.

He rarely knew what to say.

More often than not, he just kept quiet.

The newspapers had said ii ail anyway.

When I visited my mother,

she would act busy and distracted.

Calls to make, chores to do.

I think my presence

made her uncomfortable.

A strange reminder of what was missing;.

All those two had was each other.

That was enough.

By my junior year,

people hardly brought up

the events leading up to seventh grade.

For the first time,

I had someone to call a girlfriend.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

There's something

I've been meaning to talk to you about.

Oh, Dad, please.

We're having such a pleasant time.

Everybody talks about

all this crazy, wild passion.

That's how it goes in the songs.

You know.

Your mother was like that.

She was in love with love.

She couldn't do anything partway.

She was a terrific woman.

Funny.

So beautiful.

A better man might have stayed around

and helped her through all that sadness.

But I couldn't bear it.

I just wanted a regular life.

I don't know what these last few years

have done to repair,

but I'm sorry I cut out on you.

It's okay.

I'm going to get the check.

ADULT HENRY:
The next day,

when I suggested

I move back in with my mother

for the rest of senior year,

he didn't argue.

And it was there in my mom's kitchen,

my final summer at home,

that I first tried my hand at baking.

FRANK". Dear Henry.

I hope you will remember me.

We once spent

Labor Day weekend together.

Five of the best days of my life.

I had always wondered who you would

become and what you would look like.

And then one day,

I came across a familiar-looking pie.

And there you were.

Fm proud of you.

I will understand if you choose

not to respond to this letter.

However,

I am due to be released shortly.

I am no longer young, but I have

plenty of good health remaining.

And I'd like to live much

the same way we discussed

that weekend back when

we thought we'd be a family.

Most likely,

your mother has remarried by now.

But on the off chance

that she might be alone,

I wanted to ask you whether

I might write her a letter.

I promise you,

I would sooner cut off my own hand

than bring any more grief to Adele.

ADULT HENRY:
I wrote him back

that day

to say that it wouldn't be difficult

to locate my mother.

She lived at the same address.

(sesame)

ADULT HENRY:
I spent half

of my life worrying my mother

wouldn't be able lo go out

into the world on her own.

But as it turned out,

she wouldn't have to.

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