Willard Page #2

In.

Be careful, stupid.

We're not making a bed here.

All available units,

please respond immediately.

Out.

Door.

Tear it.

Tires. Tear it.

Ben, I told you to stay.

You--you won't fit.

What the hell is that?

You left the washer

in the garage...

running again, didn't you?

In! In!

Come on. Come on.

Anybody out there?

Is someone out there

in the garage?

Oh, sh*t! Look at that!

Somebody got in here

and slashed my tires!

Damn!

Who's out here?

Yeah, you better run!

You don't mess with a man's

brand-new car like that!

Run,

and you'll only die tired!

You better run faster...

because if I catch you,

you are dead meat!

Quiet!

Go home!

Do you want to see

what's in the bags...

you stupid little dog?

The look on his face.

Imagine, all four of his tires.

Do you know

what a set of those tires run?

Insurance will cover it.

But insurance won't cover

how pissed off he's gonna be.

Hey, what's up?

Someone broke into

Martin's garage last night...

slashed his tires

and peed on the floor!

Morning, Cat.

You look very nice today.

Wow. Someone--someone urinated

on the floor?

No, no, no.

You know, what happened--

when Martin

goes in his garage...

and sees his tires,

he pissed his pants...

and blamed it

on the guy that did it.

Do you think that's funny, Fox?

Ahem.

Good morning, Mr. Martin.

Is everything OK?

No, everything is not OK.

How would you like it

if some maniac...

invaded the privacy

of your home...

and scared the dog sh*t

out of your wife...

and then you had to lose

an entire night's sleep...

because you're

dealing with the cops?

Knowing that that

perverted sicko has control...

over you and your family's

peace of mind?

For Jesus and Christ,

for how long?

How long will it last?

No, I'm not all right!

This morning, I rode the subway.

Well, Mr. Fox,

how would you like that?

No, sir,

I wouldn't like that at all.

I didn't think you would.

Barbara, I need a foot massage.

Oh, that's so good.

That's so good.

Foods.

Foods.

We, um...

we're running out of room.

I'm very sorry about this...

but I can't--I can't

feed you anymore.

I can't afford it.

You're going to have to find

a new place to live.

Go find somewhere

more comfortable.

I wish that

they didn't have to...

but all good things

must come to an end.

Follow Ben. He will find

a new place for you.

He will take care of you.

Won't you, Ben?

You're the leader...

after Socrates.

Good night, Ben.

You're not going anywhere,

Socrates.

You'll always be with me.

I hate everyone but you.

Let's go to bed.

Ben, I told you.

You can't come upstairs.

Now, it's only Socrates,

not you.

Oh, Socrates.

Aah! Don't touch me!

You're getting rid of me.

Mom, l--I love you.

I heard you!

"All good things

must come to an end."

No, l--I love you

more than anything in the world.

You don't love me!

You won't feed me!

I hate you!

You need to go to the hospital.

What if mom sees you?

No.

Mom?

Mom?

Off. Off. Off.

Off. Off. Off.

Off.

Down! Down! In the basement!

Down! Down! Down!

In the basement! Down!

You think you're funny?

You think you're smart?

Socrates, he's smart.

He knows that

they're going to have to come...

and they're going

to have to take her away...

and then they'll come,

and they'll take me away...

and then they'll come,

and they'll take you away!

Hi.

She's my mother.

I love her.

And I'll miss her.

I already miss her.

But, Socrates...

if you ever died, l...

You're the only friend

that I've ever had.

Well...

at least

you're with father again.

I have a friend.

See?

He wants to say good-bye to you.

Say good-bye, Socrates.

That's good.

Willard.

In.

Willard, are you all right?

Yeah.

I didn't mean to upset you.

You didn't have to come here.

Well, we didn't hear from you...

and I wanted to make sure

that you were OK.

Uh, and I want

to let you know that...

you have a friend.

Willard Stiles,

I am Joseph Carter.

I'm an attorney

with Montgomery and Glitt...

the trustees

of your mother's estate.

I've been trying to reach you,

but you don't answer the phone.

May I have a moment

with Willard, please?

Do you mind if I check on you

after work...

and make sure that you're OK?

Oh, l--thanks.

That's OK. I'll be OK, Cat.

Willard, I have some news...

I don't know if you're aware of

or prepared for.

Your parents had been

living off an account...

they had originally set up

for your future.

It was intended to be yours

upon their passing.

However, your father's death

left debts...

that even Mr. Martin's buyout

did not completely relieve.

In fact, there remains

pending litigation...

on some unsettled debts.

Well...

it's--it's still my house.

Your mother

refinanced the house...

after your father's death.

-ln fact, we still owe--

-"We"?

It's my house.

We can declare bankruptcy.

We can sell the house.

-It's my house!

-Yes, of course.

You grew up there.

It's your home.

-But it's the bank's house.

-It's my house!

There's no need

for a single man...

to be living in such

a large house, Willard. Sell it.

Why do I have to pay

for what things my parents did?

The money can help you

start over.

"Start over"? I'm almost done!

Willard, look.

You have no choice--

If I have no choice,

why did you even come here?

Why did you

even bother telling me?

Do you get off

on telling people...

that they have no control

over their lives?

That I have no money, no home,

and it's not even my fault?

Willard,

this is not the time nor place.

Now, you think about it.

Then, please,

you have to contact me.

This is the only chance

you have...

to take control

of your own life.

Thank you.

Socrates.

Ben!

Willard, it's Cathryn.

Answer the door.

I saw you walk in.

-Oh, hi.

-Hi.

I'm just on my way out.

I have some stuff that

I have to do at the cemetery.

Oh, well, this might not be

the best time, Willard...

but please don't

take this the wrong way.

You looked so lonely

at your mother's service...

and I remember

how devastated I was...

you know, when my mother died.

And the only thing

that helped me through...

was...her mother.

This is Scully.

She'll make a great friend,

and she'll keep you company.

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

I...

I can't accept Scully.

See? She likes you.

Well...

Why don't you hold her?

Just take her. Just hold her.

Really, I can't. I'm sorry.

-Just take her.

-OK.

Well...

I'm really late, and...

Do you think it's OK

if I just put her inside?

-Sure. She's potty-trained.

-Oh, good. Good.

Socrates.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I wasn't...

really trying to hurt him.

I know.

You're trying

to keep the peace...

but he has to learn...

I am the boss.

It's back to work, Socrates.

Ben, out.

OK, Ben...

just because

Socrates says it's OK.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Am I reading this correctly?

"Mr. Stiles, it is our regret

to inform you...

"your position

has been terminated.

"Enclosed please find

two weeks' severance.

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