The Unsaid Page #3

No.

I can't imagine what

you've been through.

Yeah, well... It's okay.

- So why do you do that?

- Do what?

I've mentioned your son twice

and you said "It's okay. "...

...like you're comforting me or...

or shutting me up.

You don't miss a trick, do you?

What are you afraid I'll say?

I'm afraid you'll say...

that my son is in a better place.

Or... at least I have my daughter left.

People actually say that to you?

Not since I learned to say "It's okay. "

My dad would go postal if he knew

that I was with you...

He's always going on and on

about professional boundaries.

So you trust me?

Well, I dunno.

- My dad likes you.

- He does?

- So that... school that you're in...

- It's a home. You can say it.

Well don't you have a curfew

or something?

Yeah... but they trust me.

I'll be gone, free in a month

and a half anyway. Out on my own.

- Ah, so you have to be nice to me.

- Why?

'Cause if you're not,

my dad won't let you out.

Don't say that. Okay?

I was just kidding. My dad couldn't

keep you in there even if he wanted.

Yeah, he could! He could keep me

there! In fact, that's why he's there.

- And I'm not staying, Shelly.

- Yeah, okay.

I'm not.

Uh... it was a stupid joke.

Don't worry. My dad really likes you.

It's o... it's okay. I'm sorry too.

C'mon.

She does your daughter live with you?

No. She lives with her mother.

But uh... she's what's kept me

from going back to Philly.

Daddies and daughters, huh?

- Mm. She hates us both.

- Oh... I'm sure she doesn't hate you.

Well, she's angry. I know that.

Ever since what happened to Kyle.

Her mom and I have been so caught

up with one anotherthat...

...she sort of got lost in the middle.

- You and your wife blamed each other.

- No. She blamed me.

And so did I.

But you don't anymore. I hope.

Michael? You know better.

Suicide is a self-motivated act.

You taught us that.

Nobody else can...

make you do it.

I'd like to stay

focused on Tommy.

- Okay?

- Okay.

What's wrong?

It's my old house.

Six realtors in two years.

Why hasn't it sold?

Can I see it?

Why?

You don't want to?

- Sure. Why not?

- Cool.

- How did you do that?

- My brother rigged it a long time ago.

He was always locking himself out.

This was the dinning room.

There was a... big table there.

And this was the living room.

There was a couch right there and a...

coffee table.

There was a big mirror right here.

And there's the bathroom down there.

What's up here?

- That's my brother old room.

- Yeah? Older or younger?

Uh neither. He's dead.

He killed himself in the garage.

How?

Carbon monoxide... In the family van.

They say it's like falling asleep.

Yep. A fistful of my mom's

valium saw to that.

What was he like?

Uh... oh God...

All these marks.

My brother always had this handball.

He was always throwing it around.

Drive my mom nuts.

How about your dad?

Oh, he loved it.

They always played together.

Even my parents blame themselves.

Do you?

Pff. No, I wouldn't give

them the satisfaction.

I always thought it was my fault.

I could've stopped 'im...

I knew ah...

He was hurting. We all knew it.

My dad knew it. He tried to send

him to therapy. But it didn't work.

It just got worse.

If you could've heard

how I talked to him.

God I was sitting right

there next to him.

And all I cared about

it was my self...

and my stupid show.

I just miss him so much.

I'm sorry. I don't really

want to talk about it.

We should go.

So what did your father do for a living?

He was a salesman...

restaurant supplies.

Are you okay to talk about 'im?

Not really, but... I figured there's

no harm in being cooperative.

Oh I appreciate that.

What're you looking for?

Oh, it's in here somewhere.

I know it. Ah. There it is.

I used to play all the time.

What'd' you say?

Show me your best game.

It's pretty good.

How about overthere?

Very nice.

Keep it moving.

That's you getting that one.

Oh!

What're you talking about?

Three to one? You didn't score.

- Of course, I scored.

- No, you didn't. I'm gonna serve.

What was that?

C'mon, Kyle.

Oh! Oh! What was that?

I didn't see that.

I should've had it. I think it's the shoes.

Yeah, that's right.

Blame the shoes, dad.

C'mon. Let's go. Are you tired?

What? C'mon. Let's go!

C'mon. Throw the ball.

C'mon.

One more.

Good game. Very nice. Very nice.

Lucky.

Do you ever dream

about your parents?

Do I ever dream about my parents,

huh? There's a new one.

Dreams have meaning.

It's your subconscious trying to

resolve the unresolved issues.

No. I don't dream. Not about them.

Okay. What do you dream about?

- Do you?

- Do I what?

Dream about your son?

- How do you know about him?

- I don't.

I just know he's dead... I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Tell me about your parents...

What about their marriage?

- I think you know about that.

- Well, I know how it ended.

But there must have been

some good times.

The moments of affection

between them... Love.

- I know it's hard to talk about this.

- You don't know anything. Okay?

Enlighten me then.

How did it feel in that day

when you came home?

How do you think it felt?

Put it in words.

I really don't want to...

I'm fine. Okay?

- I don't wanna play anymore.

- We're not playing.

And if you really want to be free

in a month, really free, inside...

- We better deal with this.

- You'd keep me here like I'm crazy?

That's not what I said.

I'm just concerned that

when you go out there in the world.

I don't want that past

screwing up your future.

When I'm out in the real world,

the past won't matter anymore. Okay?

I hope that's true. So prove it to me...

Prove it to me that you've made peace

with your past... with what happened.

Talk to me.

Don't look down. Look at me.

Let it out. Put a sound to it.

Talk to me. Why can't you talk to me?

Please?

Okay.

But just not now.

Okay.

Not right now.

- Why?

- Just...

Next time.

Okay. Next time.

Okay.

Just back off!

He nearly cried? Are you serious?

What was it about? His mother?

Father? Tell me what did it.

I barely scratched the surface.

Well it's never been scratched before.

You know, it wouldn't hurt you to

celebrate the small victories, Michael.

- Can you keep him here?

- Well, this is a boys school.

We would have to transfer him

to our adult facility. Why?

Do you think we should keep him?

Can you? I mean do you have the

authority to keep him here?

Ah, technically.

I mean we can't chain him down.

But if he asks for his files, er...

reference letters, than yeah.

The state considers me his guardian.

So I would have to sign

his official release.

Did he ever mention

to you about my son?

I would never betray

that confidence, Michael.

How about this?

He said he used to play all the time.

What are you getting at?

And my son...

he used to play all the time.

So you're saying

he reminds you of your son?

Michael?

Michael?

- Shelly? Get in.

- I'm not talking to you.

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