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Steven?

What the hell do you

want me to do?

What should I do?

Throw my arms around him?

She wants you to remember the snow

when Steven was younger.

And it was snowing.

You were all playing in it.

A snowball fight.

And she lost her-

Ring.

You lost your wedding ring.

You looked down at your hand,

and it was gone.

We all looked.

Me and Steven,

we dug through the snow all afternoon.

He came back

from school every day,

digging through the snowbanks,

thinking he'd find it.

She cried that you both

loved her so much.

The way each of you

looked so hard for it.

I remember that.

I do.

The silver box.

The silver box on the table.

Oh, no, Mama. No.

Oh, no.

He found it at the old house...

in a garden he was tilling.

He said he knew right away

what it was...

and that it was time to come home.

She says she believes

in miracles now...

and that you should too.

She thinks I'm an angel...

come to take her home.

And to bring you and Steven

together again.

Remind you how much you're still

in each other's hearts.

Everything about each other

we don't like.

You know that.

He loves you more than

any man in the whole world.

And she won't go,

she won't leave this place,

this room or this world...

until you know

that you still have a son.

She'd like to feel

the ring on her finger.

You can hear.

Oh, it's all right.

Angel, it's all right.

Good-bye, Emma, sweetie.

- Hurry!

- What?

- He's got him up there right now!

- What? What is-

He's got him up there

with your mama!

Poppa.

Why don't we just

tell them all to stop,

and they can just

take a picture or something.

Jeremy, are you okay?

They're wondering if I killed her.

Don't tell me you're

seeing inside them again.

What are people like

on the inside?

Inside most people there's

a feeling of being separate.

Separated from everything.

And?

And they're not.

They're part of absolutely

everyone and everything.

Everything?

I'm part of this tree?

Part of Zack barking over fences?

You're telling me that I'm part

of some fisherman in Italy...

on some ocean

I've never even heard of?

There's some guy

sitting on death row.

- I'm part of him too?

- You don't believe me.

It's hard to believe that,

all of that.

Well, that's because you have this spot

that you can't see past.

My grams and gramps had it.

A spot where they were taught

they were disconnected from everything.

So that's what they'd see

if they could?

That they're connected?

And how beautiful

they really are.

- And that there's

no need to hide or lie.

And that it's possible...

to talk to someone

without any lies.

With no sarcasms,

no deceptions,

no exaggerations...

or any of the things

that people use to confuse the truth.

I don't know a single person

who does that.

Hold out your hand.

Put your fingers up.

Wow.

Is that your heartbeat?

And yours.

Wow, this feels strange.

You're afraid someone

will see us holding hands.

You're really nervous

talking to me.

You don't think

you're pretty enough.

You feel alone.

You feel so alone.

Sometimes you just want

to break out of yourself.

Your father.

Your father hurt you

a long time ago.

You're so sad.

He made you so sad.

He thought you were,

you were ugly and...

and he kept saying you,

you weren't-

I'm so sorry.

Do you?

- Do you?

- Do I what?

Do you think I'm ugly?

I don't know what I think

when I look at you.

But sometimes I-I think...

I think you're the most

beautiful face I've ever seen.

What?

What in the name of God

do you think you're doing?

You having a good time

with my daughter?

Wonderful.

It's a good school,

and I feel good-

You think this is funny?

- Funny man, huh?

- Dad!

- You think this is funny, huh, lover boy?

- Would you stop?

- Now, I asked you a question, and I want

an answer. - Would you please let him-

- You think it's funny?

- Dad, he wasn't doing anything!

- Answer me!

- Mr. Kelloway!

Let him go.

I said, "Let him go." Dick Kelloway,

you take your hands off him now!

- I thought your boys had rules about fraternizing.

- I said now.

Keep your state trash

away from my daughter.

Christ, you know nothing happened!

Is that your expert opinion?

You keep that thing on a leash

or I'll slap a lawsuit...

on that state zoo that will shut it down

so fast it will make your head spin.

I am so sorry.

Powder.

- Oh!

- Too bad.

- Oh!

- Oh! Too bad it's mine!

Watch your pick!

Watch your pick!

Run it! Run it!

Run it!

Air ball!

Why don't you

take a picture, man?

Hey, Skye!

Does this look

like a genius to you?

Peeping Tom f*ggot, maybe.

You were gettin' an eyeful of him,

weren't you, light bulb?

You want to see what

a real man looks like?

Huh?

You think you can take me,

freak show, go for it.

In the meantime...

I keep the hat.

When you think you're man enough

to get it back, you take your best shot.

You think you're

man enough to get it back?

You take your best shot, tough stuff.

What did you say?

I'd beat you to sh*t

before you got this old hat back.

That's what he said to you

when he was drunk.

You were 12 years old,

and he took your father's hat.

It's the only thing your

real father ever left behind.

Your stepdad, John.

That's what he said to you.

"You think you're man enough

to get it back?

Then take your best shot,

tough stuff."

And then he beat you bloody

that night when you tried.

Hey, f*** you!

You had marks so dark,

you were embarrassed to suit up for gym.

I ought to kill you

right now, man.

I ought to slit your throat and

spit down it while I'm doing it.

Well, what do you know.

Boogeyman's afraid of lightning.

Come on!

- What's the matter, freak show?

- Leave him alone, Johnny! Jesus Christ!

- He's scared to death!

- Bullshit, Mitch!

He got a free show.

Now we get one.

Now that is white!

Look at that.

You're as bald as a baby.

He needs some color.

Doesn't he need some color?

You definitely need

some color, buddy.

Go get him.

Do it!

- Now you got some color.

- That's enough, John.

There's not much fight in you,

is there, freak show?

You really think

you can be like us?

Is that what you think, freak show?

Hey.

Hey, what the hell-

Holy sh*t.

Look at this.

Look. What's going on here?

Ah. Ah! Ow! Ow!

- What's going on?

- Oh!

- What's go- What's going on?

- What the-

Jesus!

His heart stopped beating!

- You son of a b*tch!

- Zane! No, no, no, no!

- Don't touch him, man!

- What the hell are you?

- Don't touch him!

- Come on, you a**holes!

Go and get some help now!

Do it!

Hey, what the hell do you

think you're doing?

- You got to be kidding me.

- Come on!

Just get away from him, man!

Stop it, man!

Come on!

He's gone!

Go get help, you idiots!

Do it!

Now!

Come on, man!

You gotta get outta here!

Let him go, John!

Listen! Listen!

I can get you out of here!

I-I've done it before!

Jeremy?

Oh.

They took everything?

Jeremy, listen to me.

We can track it all down.

We-We'll find every book.

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