The Last Letter Page #4

I do.

Well, I'm not the mess

that you think I am.

I pray you're not.

Now, would you please

bring me my grandson?

Morning.

You know what, baby,

I gotta go. I'm gonna be late.

Okay. All right. Okay.

Mama's here.

Oh, please stop

crying, Samson.

Okay.

It's all right.

Oh, Mama's so tired.

I know.

Ah, here he is, gentlemen.

Yes, here I am.

Uh, I apologize, first and

foremost, for my tardiness.

I'm sure you will

make up for it

by wowing us with

your new design.

Absolutely.

Just as, uh,

as soon as I find it.

I do thank you for

your patience.

Michael,

we don't want to waste any more

of these gentlemen's time.

Do we?

No.

Um, essentially,

we're simply expanding on the previous

designs that we talked about before.

Wait. I don't need

it explained to me.

I just want to see what the

buildings will look like.

I wanna see the designs.

Indeed, Michael.

- Mmm-hmm.

- Where are the designs?

The truth is, gentlemen,

I had a, uh,

emergency this

morning at home.

I'm sure we can

all relate, and

I left

the designs on the

hard drive at home.

If I may, Michael, uh,

why not just call Catherine and have

her email over the presentation?

Two minutes,

Mr. Haynes.

Just give me two minutes.

Thank you for your patience.

Two minutes. Two minutes.

Thank you, sir.

Come on, babe,

pick up the phone!

What the f*** happened, Mike?

I don't know.

Well, is Samson okay?

Tell Mr. Haynes I

had an emergency.

- Michael!

Catherine!

Catherine Wright!

Where's Samson?

Catherine, what did you do?

What did you do, babe?

Where's my boy?

He's sleeping.

Oh!

- What the f***

is -wrong with you, huh?

- What?

- What is wrong with you?

I gotta help you, babe.

I don't know what you

want from me, Michael.

Babe, I can't help you if you

don't tell me what's wrong.

You just sit there with this

glazed look in your eye.

You look like you're constantly

on the edge of insanity.

Insanity?

- You scare me, babe.

- No.

But you just don't understand.

You don't understand.

Well, then make me understand!

That's what I'm

asking you to do.

Make me understand.

You gotta help me understand. I gotta know

that you're able to function with our son.

I'm gonna call Mom and,

and ask her if she'll come to

the house and help out...

No!

You will not invite that

woman into my house.

She hates me.

Your mother hates me. I don't

want her in my house...

This is our home!

It's not your home,

it's our home.

You should want

what's best for our son.

I'm what's best for my son.

I'm what's best for our son.

I'm his mother.

I'm his mother. I'm what's best

for our son. I'm the one who's here.

I'm the one he needs.

I'm what's best for my son.

Take my baby.

I do everything around here.

Take my baby.

I cook, clean.

F***ing bastards.

Take my baby.

Who do you think you are?

You won't.

I won't let you.

Baby.

Catherine.

What?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Babe, it's 2:
00

in the morning.

Take my baby.

You all right?

Oh yeah, buddy, I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

I guess it's true,

Bill, you know?

Things are too

good to be true.

It usually means they are.

Well, I'm sure it'll

work itself out.

Look, I'm, uh...

I'm not very good at

this kind of stuff.

But, uh...

What kind of stuff? What?

I'm here to let you go.

Oh, Bill, that's funny.

I mean, you've always

been a valued employee.

I mean, you've gotten some of the largest

contracts this firm has ever seen.

Bill, what is this sh*t?

Mr. Haynes

will be forever

in your debt.

Mr. Haynes couldn't

come down here

man-to-man and fire me?

He sends you?

I f***in' trained you, Bill.

You think this is easy for me?

That bastard owes me more

than a damn package!

Don't be unreasonable.

I don't need

Mr. Haynes' package.

And f*** you, Bill!

Take the package.

Michael!

F*** the package.

Ugh.

Never mind. We'll take

care of this later.

Eight years I slaved for you,

And frankly, I'm shocked you

didn't see it coming sooner.

- What?

- You got soft!

You lost your edge!

I lost my edge?

You used to be focused!

You know this game!

It takes more

than just talent.

You need discipline.

That's why you had me

train your nephew. Hmm?

'Cause I lost my edge?

This is not some

moral hyperbole.

This is business!

- Bullshit!

- Business!

You fed me

some bullshit about a partnership with

no f***in' intention, Mr. Haynes...

I don't owe you an

explanation for anything.

Hmm.

- Mr. Wright. Time to go, Mr. Wright.

- Take the severance.

- Cry to somebody else.

- I've got your cry to somebody else.

Get out.

F***!

Get the f*** out!

Get the f*** out!

Get the f*** off me!

If I was on the street, I'd

f*** your motherfuckin' ass up!

Well, you're not.

You're in my house.

Well, you were.

Catherine.

Babe?

Baby.

You killed our

son!

No!

No!

I've got it.

You know this too

shall pass, right?

I'll always be there

for you, Michael.

Okay?

Hey, Miss Lorraine.

You do your thing.

Thank you.

Get up.

Get up.

Son.

Mama.

You're stronger

than this, baby.

Get up.

Come on, now.

Son, come see

about your guests.

I knew you shouldn't

have married her.

Do you think

God makes mistakes?

I do not.

Why would he want

this to be my life?

I'm a murderer.

What's done is done.

You've got to find the courage,

no matter how hard it might seem,

to move forward.

I know these...

These are some

tough times.

I'm cursed.

No, you're not cursed.

But we all have

our cross to bear.

I don't think I can

bear this one.

We never do.

That's why along

with the cross,

God gives us the strength

to make it through.

You're gonna get through this.

I've known you

most of your life.

I've seen you dragged from

foster home to foster home,

but you were always strong.

You're gonna need

that strength now.

And it doesn't matter if the

judge finds me guilty because

I'm guilty in my heart.

You're gonna have to find the courage,

no matter how hard it might be,

to move forward.

Michael.

Would you feel better

if they found me guilty?

Finally over, huh?

Is it?

Not guilty?

Is there anything else?

Is there anything

more that matters?

It hardly seems like a

reason to celebrate.

What are we celebrating?

How f***ed up I am?

That I would kill my own

child and get away with it?

- Don't say that.

- Well, isn't it true?

You could not control

what happened.

I don't know about that.

What kind of mother

am I, George?

Huh?

I mean, wouldn't some

kind of instinct kick in?

Whether I'm asleep or alive,

wouldn't I protect my child?

Cathy, you've got

to let it go.

You've got to move forward.

I'm here to support you.

Michael's here to support you.

Michael can't stand me.

No, don't say that.

That's not true.

Michael barely speaks to me.

Cathy, you just

gotta give him time.

Look, I'm sorry I couldn't be

there for you at the trial.

I just gotta lay low

until things blow over...

Mr. Tines.

Detectives know.

Catherine.

It's my job

to take care of us,

to protect us. Okay?

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