Little Children Page #9

- You son of a b*tch. Give me that.

Hey hey!

Give me that!

You're--

- You need to go home.

- The police are coming.

I mean, you're

scaring my kids.

Your kids need

to be frightened!

They live across

the street from a pervert!

Ow! Oh!

Oh my God, Mrs. McGorvey.

Are you okay?

May. May!

May-- I think we should

call an ambulance.

Karen, call an

ambulance, right now!

- I'm doing it!

- Oh, f***.

- May!

- This is all I need.

Excuse me, Mr. McGorvey,

we need to ask you some questions.

$14.35.

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for the 10th time yesterday.

Usually there is a correlation between

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Cafe con leche?

Thank you.

Kim Bryson, please call

the operator.

Madre.

Me too.

She's resting.

Get down, knock it off!

Quiet.

Bring him around.

It's all yours.

Mr. McGorvey.

Mr. McGorvey.

I'm afraid we

have some bad news.

Do you have a mortuary

to make arrangements for you?

It's not a problem. The hospital has

a list that I can provide you with.

Here's what's

going to happen:

Your mother's body

will remain in her bed

for up to three hours.

Three hours is typical.

But if there's a request for more time,

depending on our occupancy,

that's usually

not a problem.

If there's anyone

you need to call--

family, friends--

they're welcome to full

bedside visitation privileges

before the body is taken

downstairs

to be prepped

for transport.

Do you have any questions

that come to mind?

Anything I can

help you with?

- No.

- Okay.

I'd like to remind you to take your

mother's personal belongings with you

before you leave

the hospital today.

And all I need from you now

is to sign this release-

of-remains form.

Aaron.

Hey hey, buddy.

Can you wake up?

Could you take your

hat off for me?

Just for a second.

Are you mad

at me, Daddy?

No.

No no no, not at all.

I just want you to know

that I love you very much,

and I would never do

anything to hurt you, okay?

Okay.

Now you can go

back to sleep.

Lucy, come on.

Let's go.

I will not go

in the car seat!

- You have to go in the car--

- I will not go in the car seat!

Yes, you will!

- You will go in the car seat.

- No, I won't!

Yes, you will.

Go in the car seat.

I will not go

in the car seat!

Okay, just...

you don't have to

go in the car seat.

You can just go here.

No, actually...

go on the floor.

Okay.

Okay, go down on the floor.

You have to stay down, okay?

Mommy is gonna get arrested.

Just stay down, okay?

Okay.

Mommy, I want to go home.

Yeah, in a minute,

as soon as Brad gets here.

Hello?

Ronnie?

Oh my God.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah! Let's do it. Let's go!

Hey, dude!

What's the hurry?

Yeah! Oh!

- This is so sick.

- Damn.

- Nice.

- Oh, man.

Yeah, man.

- How about you take a run?

- What?

Yeah, give it a shot.

See what happens.

You guys are crazy,

I can't do that.

It's not about that,

it's about skating.

Whoo!

Come on.

Come on.

Do you need help?

She's g-- gone.

She's gone.

Who?

Who's gone?

Mommy.

Mommy's gone.

I...

I'm sorry.

She loved me.

She's the only one.

Mommy died.

Mommy died.

Lucy?

Lucy! Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy! Lucy!

Lucy!

Get in the car seat!

Get in the car seat!

It's okay, Mommy.

Lucy.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Would you like

to go home?

Yeah?

Brad.

Brad, can you hear me?

D-- don't move.

The ambulance is on its way.

Jesus.

What happened to me?

These kids say you've been

out cold for the last five minutes.

- You almost had it.

- Dude, you were awesome.

- That sh*t was gnarly, son.

- Back up, back up! Give him some space.

You just hold still, all right?

Hold still.

Hey, bro!

Here, this fell

out of your pocket.

I don't need it anymore.

- Hey, Duane.

- Hm?

Could you call my wife?

You got it, buddy.

Here we go.

I'm so sorry, Ronnie.

I really am.

I never wanted anything

like this to happen.

Are-- are you--

are you okay?

- Oh, no!

- Gonna be good now.

Oh my God!

Hold on, Ronnie.

You hold on.

I'm not gonna let

anything happen to you.

You hold on there,

okay, buddy?

In his wildest dreams

Larry would never have imagined

he'd once again be in this position,

where precious

minutes count.

Tonight he could

save a life.

He knew Ronnie had done

some bad things in the past,

but so had Larry.

You couldn't

change the past.

But the future could

be a different story.

And it had

to start somewhere.

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