Prodigals Page #10

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- By accident.

Well?

25 years, though?

That's his whole f***ing

life, that's not fair.

Tell that to Shane's parents.

Oh, come on.

I get it.

Okay, I get it, he killed a guy

and that guy can't come back.

I understand that, but man,

that could have been any of us.

Truly.

The amount of times that we

drove drunk or got in fights.

What?

Are we just not criminals

because we didn't kill someone?

You f***ed up Nips pretty bad.

You're exactly the same

except Nips didn't die.

F*** you, by the way.

You have no idea

how jealous I am

that you're the one that

got to beat up Nips.

So what are you saying, man?

Benny kills somebody and in

your version he just walks?

No, that's not

what I'm saying.

The point I'm trying

to get at here is that

sometimes the punishment

doesn't fit the crime.

His life is over.

What the f*** is

Benny gonna do when

he walks out of prison

at 50 years old?

[Benny] What do you want?

What am I doing here?

That's a good question.

I know you're scared.

(laughs)

I know what it

feels like to feel

trapped by your own mistake.

What the f*** do you know?

Aren't you sorry?

That you killed somebody?

Alright, Shane's dead.

I know.

[Wesley] You killed him.

I know that.

You think I don't know that?

You think that that's

somehow news to me?

Do you wanna know how I feel?

Is that it?

Okay, Wes.

I don't know how

to f***ing feel.

This is f***ed.

I know you feel alone.

And I know you feel

like there's no way out.

And you feel shame.

And I know how good it feels

when everything's really f***ed

to just, to really

ruin it for yourself.

To take responsibility

for the destruction.

And you just watch it all burn.

Because I did that.

Honestly, Wes.

You have no f***ing idea

what you're talking about.

I'm not you.

You think I want this?

You think this was my choice?

I can't run.

You're a f***ing joke, bro.

I was supposed to leave

for Fort Mac the next day.

In less than eight

f***ing hours.

You get that?

I was eight hours away

from making mad money

from getting out of

this f***ing shithole.

You think I would

have even shown up

if I knew he was gonna die?

If he was just a little

bit tougher, right?

If I let up just a little bit.

If I didn't do five

f***ing lines that night.

If Nina would have

stayed at home

like a real f***ing

mother that weekend, or...

If I just listened to her

and I stayed at my mom's

like she asked me to, none

of this would have happened.

We wouldn't be sitting here.

I would have forgotten

you f***ing existed.

(sighs)

I've been in a million

f***ing fights, man.

I've been beat up way worse.

I've beat up guys way worse.

It was just a f***ing fight.

And bad f***ing luck.

That night, (sighs)

we were two of the unluckiest

fucks in the whole world.

[Jen Voicemail] Hey, it's Jen.

Leave your name and

number and I'll get back.

Toronto, please.

One way.

(kids arguing)

Glad I never had kids.

This place, what chance

they got?

How much?

One thirteen.

Thanks.

(melancholy music)

Finally.

What are you doing here?

I was just waiting for you.

I swing by your place every

morning for two weeks.

How was your trip?

I went to Chapleau

to see my folks.

How's it going?

Well, the trial's over.

You're still here.

Strictly speaking, I'm not

exactly allowed to leave.

Turns out somebody

tampered with the jury.

Toronto, please, one way.

Glad I never had kids.

This place, what chance

they got?

It's funny, you know,

nobody ever thinks

about the advantages of the jury

admitting that they're biased.

But a mistrial?

Better than losing.

What?

A pissed off prosecutor.

Eliot's testimony.

That grieving family in front of

the TV cameras all the time.

The entire Soo was against

him and I contributed to that.

But a change of venue,

a whole new jury,

anything can happen.

This way he gets a

chance at a clean slate.

Are you kidding me?

You could get real jail time.

If I was a real lawyer,

yeah, eight years, minimum.

A cop, nothing, apparently,

according to

Freddie the plumber.

But a civilian,

two years, maybe?

It'll get decided at trial.

Wes.

Jen, it was an accident.

If Benny's a piece

of sh*t, so be it,

but at the very least he

deserves a fair trial.

Is this your grand gesture?

It depends.

Did it work?

No.

Look, this isn't a play.

Alright, I'm just, I'm really

trying to make this work.

Will you visit me?

I hear Soo prison's pretty cozy.

We'll see.

We can do this.

Even if it's an hour

a week at a time.

Okay.

(sighs)

Just one hour a week at a time.

(melancholy music)

(men chattering)

[Guard] Lights out!

(men chattering)

[Radio Announcer] Months after

the mistrial of their

son's murder case,

Doug and Rita Michaelson

can finally take their

first steps to put the

nightmare behind them.

Though they declined to comment,

friends of the

family have said that

the Michaelson's

appeared satisfied

after news broke

that the defendant

had pled guilty to a

manslaughter charge

and is expected to serve

a minimum of four years.

For in depth analysis

of the trial,

(people chattering)

Hey.

Hi.

(somber music)

("Disappointed Mothers"

by The Meligrove Band)

See the night,

she's singing to me.

Oh, my love

Whoa

Screaming at the lightning

Turn back to me

All these drugs

Oh, no

Disappointed mothers

Call the ugly older brothers

We believe in you

Disappointed lovers

Call the ugly and the others

We believe it's true

Call them off

Call them off

And we will follow

Again

Don't leave it

up to them again

Don't leave it

up to them again

No, no, no, no, no

Into the dark

I'm disappearing

Where have I gone

Whoa

When I close my eyes

am I still living

Or am I dust

Just dust

Disappointed mothers

Call the ugly older brothers

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