The Dinner Page #5

But don't expose them.

She has no name!

No amount of money

is going to fix this...

They...

They will serve their sentences.

You do nothing.

I won't forget.

It's not about you.

The system will fail them.

We won't.

Believe me.

I'm going to set

a press conference in DC

These boys have committed

a horrific crime.

They'll have to pay for it.

I suggest you do the same

with Michael.

I'm gonna pay for this, and we'll...

get out of here.

[door closes]

Are you just gonna sit there?

Say something.

Our son.

Not your son.

Our son.

- [woman screaming]

- Rick:
Holy f***.

Here, look.

Come on, dude, let's go.

[distant police siren]

Claire:
I need to call Michael.

Poor kid.

He's been alone all night.

What do you think, Paul?

Me? What does it matter?

Not even Beau.

Certainly not Barbara. Not even you.

- Michael:
Hello.

- Hi, sweetheart.

He says we need to pay for it.

He's gonna turn us in.

I know. I mean...

It's just homework.

Everything always seems

more complicated than this.

He's fine.

He's absolutely fine.

I don't know

what's taking him so long.

I'll go find out.

Beau changed his mind.

We're right here for f***'s sake.

- I think--

- I told her what she needs to know. That's all.

I'm really, I'm trying

to keep my mind open.

Because I love those kids.

And I love you.

I didn't care every time

that you got a hard-on

Call the press conference

in the morning after--

Stan, listen to me.

You're making someone else's

tragedy ours.

It's our tragedy.

Either way, it's ours,

it's everybody's.

- Call the press conference.

- Okay, boss.

"Okay, boss." You do realize

that this is everyone's life.

Stan, listen to me.

You will do more good as a governor

than you ever will

as a father or a husband.

You're nothing without politics.

You need me

more than I need you.

And those kids

need a parent.

No. No. We're talking about

something here that is so extreme

and so awful.

It's the right thing to do, Kate.

You know it is.

You know, sometimes,

sometimes the healing thing to do

is to leave the wound alone.

Come on.

Give it a week. Hmm?

We'll talk about it. You and me.

We'll talk and we will discuss things

and we'll make a decision, together.

What will he become

if he gets away with this?

He'll just be our son.

[sighs]

Okay, well, give it a few days.

Hmm?

Come on.

I'll give you three days.

Give you three days.

Thank you.

I told you I didn't want

to bring you into this.

He doesn't listen to reason.

She has no power over him.

I can take care of him.

Okay?

Can you do that?

You know what, um...

I don't feel so good.

I mean, not for a long time.

Not for months.

I wanted to feel myself again.

I know.

When I do the laundry,

I find the pills you hide

and forget to throw away.

That's why your

pants' pockets are pink.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because I wanted my Paul back.

Because you were numb

for a really long time.

Because I was very lonely.

[sniffling]

Listen.

I know that I let you down.

I know that Michael doesn't think

I'm much of anything.

That you're close.

That you...

It's just you two.

- That you keep things from me.

- [sobbing]

And you could prove it.

So I need you.

- I need you to be focused.

- Yeah.

Okay. Take care how?

Talk to him.

Stan:
Okay, check's paid.

- Let's go.

- Come on.

Where are you--

Where are you going?

Katelyn:
You don't know?

But, listen, I want to talk

about this press conference.

For now.

What do you mean?

Let's all go home, huh?

- Heinz.

- Mr. Lohman.

Well, it's been a pleasure

serving you and yours,

Huh. Yeah. Thank you.

Oh.

- Good night.

- Thank you.

Nina:
You're gonna give it three days?

Yeah, I owe her that much.

I owe my son...

much more than that.

Family isn't politics, Stan.

It's all politics.

Don't be so naive.

It's all strategic.

There's never a path

that's been just right or wrong.

Someone always gets hurt.

Like in politics, right?

And every family that ever was.

Okay, so what happens now?

Some impossible happy ending?

I know.

Weird f***ing fairy-tales, Stan.

All right.

Good night.

Paul:
War is always motivated

by a profound act of love.

To fight a war, you have to

deeply love the cause

You fight for who

and what you love.

Freedom, power,

I love my family.

Open the goddamn door.

I will go to war for my son.

I just want to talk!

You would do the same.

You would do the same.

Hey, open the door.

You don't have to hide

from me, Beau.

You know, we never really

got to know one another.

You're kinda unknowable.

If anything, I feel too much.

You know?

I just-- You know, I see things

from a father's perspective, though.

You know, what you're trying

to do, Beau, it's, uh...

Families work together

to bury the ugly stuff.

They don't...

Come on out, Beau.

Families will do anything

to protect each other

Claire didn't.

It's our job to give Michael a future.

You know, I used

to teach kids your age.

I thought they loved me,

Scaring you straight

wouldn't work.

I'm sorry, Beau.

Oh.

Beau!

- Is Beau up there with you?

- You can't Google reason.

- Nothing.

- What did you do to him?

[grunts]

What did you do with him?

You are nothing to me.

- What did he do?

- Oh, boy.

- Stan:
Beau!

- Paul.

Paul:
It's okay, honey, come here.

Hey, honey.

Stan:
Beau!

Ohh! [groans]

- Oh, sh*t.

- We need to call Michael.

- That many?

- What? What's going on?

No, honey, how are you?

How are you doing?

Stan:
Shut up.

Claire:
You did good.

You did real good.

[cellphone ring tone]

Claire:
I love you.

["F***ers" playing]

[audience cheering]

[humming]

Don't let the f***ers

Get you down A'

Don't let the f***ers

Get you down A'

Don't let the f***ers

Get you down A'

Don't let the f***ers

Get you down A'

Soon:

Yeah, we can breathe

Under the sea a'

Yeah, don't let the f***ers

Get you down I'

Don't let them f***ers I

Don't let them f***ers I

Don't let them f***ers I

Don't let the f***ers

Get you down A'

Don't let them f***ers I

Good night.

Thank you very much.

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