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What are you thinking?

- What are you doing in here?

- Nicky!

What is he doing in here?

I'm sorry. Lou, take him out and

keep him out, will you, please?

Sorry about that.

Let's go!

Dad?

Dad.

You folks sure?

I'm sure.

Yes.

All right, then.

Let's go.

No winners tonight.

Sorry, boys.

Mrs. Najarian

sent some flowers.

She's a fine woman.

We owe the Najarjan's a dinner.

And the Stouts also.

Well, not on the same night.

Uh, Herb and Thayer

don't get along.

Oh. Well, just let me know when you

think it's proper to start entertaining.

I was just rereading

some of that book you gave me?

Life races?

Yeah, doctor...

- Evan Maslansky.

- Right.

You know how he says

that life is a series of races,

and you have to triumph over

each one

- before you proceed to the next?

- Hmm.

Evan says that when you find a

hurdle in one of your liferaces,

you can either remove it

or choose another life race.

Well, I just think

we're being tested, Gardner.

Maybe, Margaret.

Rose's accident,

that was a hurdle.

It was.

And we chose another race.

And when you lost

your life savings,

- that was another hurdle.

- Hmm.

And we'll triumph over this one

as well.

Because you're strong, Gardner.

And so is Nicky.

And we're gonna

get through this together,

aren't we, Nicky?

How you feeling, son?

Fine.

Fine.

It's been a rough day.

Dad?

How come you said

it wasn't them?

Wasn't who?

The robbers

who killed mom.

Nicky, did you see the line-up?

I saw...

Because that certainly was not

the robbers.

It certainly was not.

But I thought...

Young man,

I want you to understand

something.

People walk into my office

every day,

say they've met me,

I don't remember them at all.

Or sometimes I see people that

I think I know, and then,

later, they tell me that

we've never met.

Maybe they look like someone

else.

Maybe they talk like someone else.

Maybe they're even related.

- But, dad, I saw.

- No, no, my point... my point

is that it's a very tricky

business

this who you know

and who you don't know.

And I'm telling you

that I got a good look

at those clowns,

and I've never seen them before.

Uncle Mitch promised that...

Uncle Mitch doesn't matter.

Uncle Mitch is a buffoon.

Now, this is a family matter,

and I don't want you talking

to uncle Mitch about it.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

It's a terrible,

terrible tragedy.

It's a torment to me, father.

I feel like it's not a good

environment for the child,

my Episcopalian brother-in-law.

Your sister's there.

Margaret's a good woman,

but she's very scattered.

It's eating at me.

It ain't right.

Who is gonna replace rose?

I don't know.

I mean, listening to you,

I... I just don't know.

And your brother-in-law,

it doesn't matter who he is.

He is the father of the boy.

Let me ask you,

Has the child complained?

It's a damn travesty.

Rose was the heart

of that family.

And now,

there's no heart there

for the child.

The mother's gone,

god bless her.

You're not gonna be the mother.

You're a good man,

but you're a bachelor.

Has the child complained?

No.

Go home, Mitch.

And god bless you.

God bless you.

No!

No.

Please.

Angel?

Andy, honey, you come inside.

I'm just catching bugs.

You come in

and do your homework.

Mom!

Andy!

Yes, ma'am.

You and I are eating alone

tonight.

- Your father has another...

- I'm not eating anymore.

You're not, huh?

I want to move.

Hmm, is that right?

I don't want to be here anymore.

Is that right?

Well,

let me tell you something,

mister.

You are a little boy.

And right now, you're

a very silly little boy.

And the day that what you want

starts counting around here

is the day that you go

to work and earn money

for dinners that

I can say no to.

Do you want to go to work

tomorrow?

Because I can arrange that.

You just say the word,

and I'll pick up the telephone

and tell Mr. Karger

to expect nicholas tomorrow.

Oh, shall I do that?

No, ma'am.

Hmm.

Well,

I guess I won't hear

another word out of you.

Mr. Egan's office.

Can you hold, please?

- Mr. Egan's office.

- Uncle Mitch?

I beg your pardon?

Is uncle Mitch there?

Mr. Egan's in a meeting

right now.

- Can I take a message?

- Huh?

He's in a meeting, ma'am.

Can I take a message?

Can I wait till

he's done meeting?

Well, I don't think you want

to hold. It may be a while.

Who am I speaking to?

Can he call me?

If you give me your number, I'll

be happy to leave him a message.

What's your last name?

May I help you?

Just sit down, lady.

Gentlemen, he is in a meeting!

Same meeting he's been in

for the past three days?

Hi, pal.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Lodge.

It's fine, Linda.

Uh, Bill, maybe we could pick

this up some other time.

I guess, Gardner. You bet.

These men are doing some work

on my house.

Well, that's nice.

Good meeting you.

What, are you crazy?

You barge in here

in the middle of a...

- Shut up!

- Oh. Oh.

You think you can f*** us?

Is that what you think?

You think you can f*** us,

and that's the end of it?

We made a deal.

You have to live with it.

Live with this,

you f***ing hard-on.

Big shot. Bring your f***ing kid

to the police station?

Mental case!

Take care of that kid.

I don't care what you do

or how you do it.

Either you do it,

or we do it.

And that money?

F***ing due and payable.

Big man.

Mental case.

I wish I was in Dixie

hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie land

I'll take my stand

to live and die in Dixie

away! Away!

Away down south in Dixie!

You've got to eat a lot

to get that fat.

A lot!

Soon as he quits,

somebody else picks it up

and starts beating on it.

All night, all day.

My dad says

we don't show 'em nothin'.

And you don't show 'em

you're scared.

Don't show 'em nothin'.

Your brother-in-law

on seven.

- Mitch.

- Gardner, you call me?

No.

I got the weirdest message.

My heart skipped a beat.

Says, "Mrs. Lodge called."

Has your home number on it.

I thought it might've been you.

- Are you there?

- Yeah.

My god, I could've

dropped dead right there!

"Mrs. Lodge called."

Swear to god!

That's very strange.

Strange? Yeah, strange.

I should come visit.

Come see Nicky.

Mitch...

Give us a while.

Huh?

It's been hard for us.

And I know it's been hard

for you, too. I'm sorry.

But no visitors,

just for a while.

Nicky needs time.

Time?

For what, time?

Bye, Mitch.

Just snap 'em

together and build a castle!

Or a chair.

Nicky?

Your father would like

to have a word with you.

Monkey sticks are fun!

Even on rainy days,

when you have to stay in.

Yes?

Shut the door, Nicholas.

Have a seat.

Nick, I've tried to instill in

you a certain discipline.

Your mother indulged you,

I think.

And that's fine,

up to a certain point.

The cocoon and so forth.

That's fine.

But now we...

We draw the ledger,

and we... we see where we are.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

I see a little boy

who is sullen.

I see a little boy

who is frequently withdrawn,

in his own little world.

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