The Unsaid Page #2

But listen, two things:

One, it's Michael.

- Okay.

- And two.

- No promises. Just half an hour.

- It's all I ask.

We encourage the boys to take

part in meal prep once a week...

...which Tommy does quite well.

Hey! That smells really good

Well, use enough garlic,

everything does.

I told you about Dr. Hunter, my

old professor former professor.

Excuse me.

- Hi. I'm Tommy

- Michael.

- Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.

I wanted to know if it's alright with you

if I left you alone for while to talk?

- Yeah, sure. I'm not going anywhere.

- Okay.

Bye.

For another five and a half weeks

anyway.

Mm. So I'm told...

You're glad you're leaving?

Wouldrt you be?

Mm, yes, I would.

So uh... what are you then?

My final exam?

Meaning?

Well, they've thrown every

other expert my way.

I figure you must be batting clean up

Uh... no, hardly.

So what's on the menu?

Uh it's a... it's kind of a stew. Some

leftover meat loaf, chicken, veggies

- Do you want to taste it?

- Sure. Smells good.

It's kinda hot. There you go.

So are you thinking about this as a

career?

Uhha, I dunno. It's much more

stressful than people think.

Bet I'm not the first cook

you've treated.

You'd be right.

But then again I'm not treating you.

We're just talking.

No one's ever just talking.

So what do you think? Is there

something wrong with me?

Now I just met you.

Do you think there's

something wrong with you?

- There's one I never heard before.

- That's why I'm here.

I could go on all day.

Do you think that I think there's

something wrong with you?

I think there's something

wrong with everybody.

Well that's a good thing or else

I'll have to get a realjob.

And I can't cook.

It's very good.

Good.

- It's good to see you.

- Yeah.

Best of luck.

- Mind if I turn the music up a little bit?

- Leave it alone, dad.

Let's talk.

I thought you were

done seeing patients.

He's not a patient. He's just a kid.

Just a kid in a home for "wayward"

boys, dad. Who'd he kill?

- Who'd he kill?!

- Yeah.

He didn't kill anybody...

In fact, he's got a lot more on the ball

than some of those kids you know...

- Like that Troy person for instance.

- You don't even know Troy, dad.

Hence the problem.

- Has your mom met him?

- No.

Mom's a little preoccupied.

When are you gonna shave?

Why are we drifting apart?

C'mon, dad.

We're not drifting anywhere.

It's not like it used to be.

Where you've been? Look in the

mirror. Nothing's like it used to be.

- So... That was...

- It was.

How sweet.

And I will see you...

- Who's this guy again?

- Brad. New partner at the firm.

So. Okay.

Pinead.

Total.

Yeah, I gotta go. Alright.

Thanks forthe car, dad.

Hey... We're not gonna kiss?

Hi, hon. How was school?

Kyle! No! God! No!

Kyle! No! Kyle!

Hey, dad.

I'm so sorry.

Look at you.

Ah, you're alive.

It's so beautiful in your life.

No, dad. I'm not.

You'll need a more complete profile.

So these are Tommy's session notes.

These are the police reports on

the parents. Court transcripts...

You're assuming

I want to see him again.

Well, you're here today.

Today yes, but not

necessarily long term.

Well, it's entirely up to you.

Just take the box. Just so you have it.

And it's good to see your face again.

That uh professorial thing

was just wasn't you.

Thanks.

Goodness.

- All cleaned up.

- Yes.

- For me?

- Not quite. But close.

- Can we talk?

- Yeah.

I'd like to talk to you

about your parents.

I'd rather not.

Okay. What about school?

I read yourtranscripts.

Your grades were marginal and

now you're pulling straight as.

What happened?

That's it... You're okay not talking

about my parents?

If you don't want to talk about 'em,

we don't talk about 'em.

So tell me how did you get

so smart all of a sudden?

- I dunno. I mean, I used to cut a lot.

- And go where?

Hang around. The track usually.

I'd tie up stray cats.

Watch the train roll overthem.

I'm kidding.

I knew that.

No, I guess. I just got more serious

when I came here. You know?

I started planning for my future.

Whatever I do end up doing...

I need something normal.

- Normal? What's normal?

- I dunno.

- I just want to be free.

- And what does that mean to you?

Well...

Hearthat?

It sounds like that...

And it'll mean never having

to answer any more questions.

I gotta go to science. See you later.

- Hi.

- What're you doing here?

That's a nice way to say hello.

You want to catch a movie,

grab a burger?

I can't, dad. It's Friday night. Oh, right.

- I gotta go.

- Love you.

So what do you think?

- Looks okay... I'll call you.

- Okay.

Bye.

Big rave at the Railyard tonight,

Tommy.

Are you interested?

Alright, man.

Okay. Let's go.

Paul! Hey!

Paul! Hey, Paul! Oh, sh*t!

You're not Paul.

No. I'm sorry, I'm not.

F***. And he's the one holding.

You're not holding and GHB, are ya'?

Shrooms? Nitrous?

No sorry. I'm... I'm fresh out.

If I werert rolling on Ex already,

I'd be pretty pissed...

Plus I uh... I lost my belly ring.

Do you wanna help me look for it?

- So what's your name?

- I'm Tommy.

I'm Chloe.

So you really never done Ecstasy?

- No. I'm... I'm not into drugs.

- Oh man, it's like...

It's like waves going through you.

All warm and fuzzy.

And with sex, it's even better.

Are you blushing?

Cool.

It makes you want to touch too.

Everyone. Everything.

It all just feels so good.

- Is your ring back here somewhere?

- Why... it kinda fell down here.

Oh, we...

We should get back to the rave. Right?

What do you mean?

Hey... think, I'm gonna,

I just wanna go back.

Wait! Wait! Am I being too vague here?

I don't want to. Okay?

You don't want me!

I mean, it's - it's not you. I...

You know how many guys in there

would jump at this? Hey...

Come on...

- Check out all the hotties!

- What?!

- A lot of hotties!

- Alright. Go for it. I'm gonna find Troy.

Hey! Troy!

Troy!

F*** you!

- Hey!

- Hey!

- Your Dr. Hunter's daughter, right?

- And you his new patient?

Am I? For some reason

he won't call me that.

Yeah, he's weird. See ya'.

- Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Hey! Can you give me a ride home?

- We just got here. You find Troy?

- Please, I can't stay here, you guys.

- Shill out, Shel. We just got here.

- Hey, can you give me a ride home?

- I don't have a car. But I'll walk ya'.

- Uh, it's really, really far.

- I don't care.

Shelly! Shel!

I'm sorry. I'm the one f***ed up, Shel.

I'm a little drunk.

I thought that girl was you. Please.

I swear on my f***ing mother!

- Hey man, you shouldn't do that!

- Who the hell are you?

He's taking Shelly home.

- Oh you think so?

- Absolutely.

- Bullshit, homes.

- Stop it, Troy! You're drunk.

- F*** him! I'll kill this freak!

- Stop it!

- I'll kill this freak!

- Stop it!

- You watch your back, pal.

- I will. Come on.

So Friday night?

No lucky lady... out there?

No? Who am I! Why not?

- Okay. Enough said.

- Well...

So have you yourself been in therapy

at all since your son died?

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