Personal Effects Page #5

Sir...

Yes?

I've changed my mind.

Excuse me?

The records.

Here's your money back.

I-I don't want to sell them

anymore.

We agreed on a price.

I think I paid you fairly.

No, but it's not

about the money.

I want my daughter's

records back.

Sir, you should probably

give her her records back.

What's your

problem, man--

Give her

her records back.

Gloria...

Remember why

we're doing this.

Just take your damn money.

Please? Please?

Gloria?

Gloria, just take a breath--

F*** you, Hank.

I want my daughter's

records back.

Gloria,

remember why

we're doing this.

We're trying to get--

Jesus, lady.

Take the records.

I'm sorry.

Take them.

I'm sorry.

Take 'em.

Just g-give me...

give me

the Alan Parsons Project.

I gave that to her.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Hank.

You hit me with

a goddamn umbrella!

I'm sorry.

What, this is funny?

This is funny?

Yeah, okay.

Okay, good stuff.

Oh yeah.

Good stuff.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay...

What happened?

He was...

They found him not guilty.

They're letting him out today.

Hmm.

We could use some help

with the refreshments, Walter,

if it's not too much trouble.

Walter...

Clay made varsity.

He's wrestling against Peabody.

Good.

He-- he wants you

to come to the meet--

Walter, please, the mask.

You want to

come over later,

maybe?

Okay.

Okay.

What the cluck?

Try Megabird.

What the cluck?

What the cluck?

Try Megabird.

Hello, Tom.

What?

What the cluck?

Try Megabird.

Try Megabird, Tom.

You okay?

Yeah.

No, I just, I...

I got him into this.

No, he'll be fine.

Wrestlers...

Shake hands.

Wrestle!

Red!

Out!

Come on, buddy!

Green, you're down.

Man on...

One, two...

Again!

Let's go again.

Ready?

Wrestle!

That's it,

come on, get him!

Underhook

over and under!

Hit it, hit it!

Yeah!

One, two, three...

Way to go, Clay,

you did it!

Yeah!

You won.

You won.

You won!

You won!

Get going.

I haven't seen Clay

that happy in years.

He was so happy.

He was so

proud of himself.

The way he looked

at you afterward...

so was this

anything more for you

than just...

waiting?

It is for me.

It has been...

more.

So you're not going to

just disappear on us, then?

Linda...

'Cause me and Clay,

you know, we...

we really like you.

Well, we love you

is what I mean.

# every tale you tell #

# every sinking wishing well #

# I can see your face

in the deep blue sea #

# every holding hand #

# every piece of major land #

# I can feel... #

# on the deep blue sea #

# and your ship, love

is moored #

# head and stern #

# and the dead weight

of your loss #

# drags me down #

# I will stay with you

my love #

# I just need

to feel you near #

# and you beckon me each time #

# I close my eyes... #

How many times

did you hit her?

How many times

did you hit her?

How many times?

How many f***ing times

did you...

hit her?

It wasn't me!

It wasn't...

It wasn't me.

You used a knife,

and a brick!

And you burnt her body!

No, no, no!

I was the other guy

from the bar!

I was the only one

that was nice to her!

You killed her!

No, I tried to walk her home

that night,

and she wouldn't let me!

And she

wouldn't let me...

and she wouldn't let me...

I was her friend.

I tried!

I was her friend.

I was her friend.

I'm not going to tell anybody

what happened, okay?

Can I go now, please?

Can I please go now?

Clay.

What are you doing?

Go home.

Go home, Clay.

Go home!

Go! Go!

The Judge ruled these

inadmissible,

but we interviewed

every one of these guys,

and they all

substantiated that...

well...

you know.

There wasn't much of a case

against my client.

I'm sorry, Mr. Blount.

Walter?

Walter?

What?

He didn't do it.

What?

He didn't do it.

He was trying

to help her.

I'm sorry.

He was doing

what I should have

been doing.

I should have been there,

but I left her...

No.

And so all she had

to rely on

was someone like that,

that's what she...

Shh... No, no.

Shh...

That's what she had...

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

Let me take care of you.

Let me help you.

Okay?

Let me love you.

What are we, really?

What?

What are we?

To each other?

We're just

sad reminders of--

Walter, stop.

You have your conviction.

What do I have?

I have nothing.

I have this.

I'm a f***ing

chicken!

You don't have to

be afraid.

I'm not going to

ask you to save me.

And I'm not going to

disappear on you--

I'm not--

I'm not afraid!

I'm going back to Iowa.

I can't...

I can't be here anymore.

I'm sorry.

Hey...

You know,

when I was eight,

I asked Grammy

if I could have

the basement.

Because I didn't want

to share my room

with a girl anymore.

Your mom was

pretty mad about that.

She used to sneak down

into my room

and crawl into my bed

after I fell asleep.

Just like you.

So that's why Grammy

bought her this,

to keep her company

at night.

It would make her

feel better.

So...

I think it's time

for you to have this.

Hey...

It's for you.

I don't know

what you're saying.

I can't...

"Man?"

Is this about that man?

I don't know.

I don't know anymore.

It's the key to the weight room.

Coach Partenheimer says

he thinks you'll

do well next year.

If you keep at it,

he thinks you might

make sectionals, so...

you'll be all right.

I have to work tonight.

Please...

Stay home.

Please.

Love you.

Hey...

Hey.

I've spent my entire life...

waiting.

Thinking...

I didn't deserve

any better than I got--

my husband and his drinking,

my son,

my life on the South Side.

You know what?

I like it here.

I love the grey sky,

and the old buildings,

and the smells

coming from the houses

and the stores, and...

I love raising my son here,

And I love being with you.

I'm sorry I'm so sad.

It's just that I know,

if you would let me, I...

I could take good care of you.

And I know if you wanted to,

you'd be good to me and Clay.

I know you would

because you already are.

I just had to...

before you leave...

tell you how I felt.

Nothing more.

Nothing more.

# oh, the beauty of things #

# you never consider #

# like walking at night

with a can of beer... #

# a dark stormy night #

# the lack of light #

# consumes me sipping #

# a dribble

runs down my chin... #

I guess

this is all about the things

that were left behind.

The gun,

the music box,

the key to the weight room.

They keep us all holding on.

and maybe, in their own way,

these souvenirs

keep us wondering

what to do with them...

# I want to hear you

for the first time #

# again #

# oh, the beauty of things #

# you never consider

like... #

But the wait can become

difficult.

And after a while,

you can't just watch the story

just go on without you.

After a while,

you take the story back.

Linda...

Linda.

I made a mistake.

Clay's not here.

He took his gun.

I have no idea

where to look.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I got it.

# and if you take

the oldest works #

# and if you take

the newest works #

# you find love #

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