The Good Son: Behind the Scenes of The Good Son Page #4

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I couldn't find it after Richard's accident.

Have you had it all this time?

It was mine before it was his.

But you knew I was looking for it.

How did you get it?

Henry?

How did you get this?

I took it. I'm sorry, Mom.

I took it because I wanted something

to remember Richard by. That's all.

So can I have it back, please?

No.

No, you can't have it back.

- But it's mine.

- Henry!

- Give it to me!

- Henry!

Henry?

- What are you doing?

- Missing someone.

Who?

Mark, did you cry at your mom's funeral?

Why?

I don't know. I figure you're expected

to cry at your mom's funeral.

- But I don't know.

- You wouldn't.

- Wouldn't what?

- Hurt her.

Do you really think I'd hurt my own...

- Oh, wait.

- What?

I just remembered.

She's not my mom any more.

She's yours. Isn't that what you said?

- She's your mother now.

- Yeah.

Your mom, my mom. What the hell?

We'll both miss her.

I'll kill you first.

Poor Mark.

So violent, so disturbed.

If you don't watch out,

they're gonna lock you up.

I could kill you now.

Go ahead. Jam it in.

Gotta push pretty hard, though.

The blood'll go right across the room.

Come on. Come on.

- Henry, have you seen...

- Dad, Dad, help me!

Mark! What the hell

do you think you're doing?

- Answer me!

- Don't be mad at Mark. He's not himself.

- You could have hurt him.

- He's the one who wants to hurt people.

Mark, I'm sorry you don't wanna be friends.

He's gonna do something.

He said he's gonna kill her.

We're gonna call

Alice Davenport and have a talk.

- You gotta believe me.

- You have got to calm down.

- Mark. Mark!

- I gotta get outta here.

- If that's the way you want it.

- You don't understand, Uncle Wallace!

You will stay in here

until you are ready to talk.

Uncle Wallace!

Uncle Wallace! Uncle Wallace!

Susan! Susan! Susan!

Susan! Susan!

No. No... Susan!

Mom, I decided to clear up the shed.

Henry, stop. Just stop.

We have to talk.

Can we go for a walk, Mom?

You know, like we did when I was little.

No. Susan!

Susan!

Susan! Susan!

Susan!

Susan!

Mark! Watch the glass! Take it easy.

Easy. Take it easy.

Mark! Mark!

- Henry?

- Yes, Mom?

You have to tell me the truth now.

- What happened the night Richard died?

- Don't you know?

- I'd like to hear it from you.

- I was downstairs playing.

Henry. Don't lie to me, all right?

Just don't lie to me.

Now you tell me...

...did you kill Richard?

What if I did?

Well, um...

- What, Mom?

- We'll get you help.

You don't look too good, Mom.

Looks like you need the help.

- You have to trust me, Henry.

- No.

No, I can't.

You just wanna send me away, don't you?

Why, no. No, I don't.

- You wanna put me in one of those places.

- No, Henry.

Well, I'd much rather die, you hear me?

I'd much rather be dead.

Henry! Henry, no.

Henry!

Henry! Henry!

Henry! Henry!

Looking for me, Mom?

- Oh, Henry.

- You really thought I was gonna jump, huh?

I guess you don't know me very well, Mom.

Henry!

Henry!

Yes, Mom?

Henry, please! No!

I'm gonna kill you.

- No! No!

- I'm gonna kill you!

Hold on, Henry. Hang on to me.

Come on! Don't let go.

Hold on, Mark.

Hang on to me! Come on!

Come on. Get up. Pull up.

Come on!

Mark! Hang on!

- Mom.

- Henry.

Mom, I love you.

Mom, I need your other hand.

Come on.

- Help me.

- Mark! Hang on.

- Help me.

- Hang on, Henry, come on!

Mom, pull me up.

- Help.

- No, Mark. No!

Mom! Mom, I love you.

Help me!

- Hang on.

- Help me.

Mom, help! Help me, please.

Henry.

- Mom.

- Henry.

Henry is gone,

and the rest of us are safe.

But sometimes, late at night...

...I find myself thinking,

not about Henry, but about Susan...

...and wondering,

if she had it to do over...

...would she make the same choice?

I guess I'll always wonder.

But I know I'll never ask.

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