Worlds Greatest Dad Page #6

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Oh, he was born

April 18th, so...

Aries.

I can't believe

you didn't know that.

You know, anybody know

Ezra Pound?

Lawrence Ferlinghetti?

You know

what Kyle really liked?

Emily Dickinson.

What band is that?

It wasn't a band.

She was a poet.

- She hot?

- Um, she was a Victorian.

If you like your buttoned-down

girl, she was one of 'em.

- Nice.

- (bell ringing)

- Mr. Clayton.

- Peter.

- Can I talk to you?

- Sure.

It's about Kyle's note.

It... it affected me a lot.

Well, it seemed to affect

a lot of students.

- I'm not happy, Mr. Clayton.

- Mm-hmm.

I'm living a lie. I'm gay.

And Kyle's suicide note,

it's helped me get

the courage to come out finally.

Well, are you sure

you want to do that?

I'm misunderstood too,

just like he was.

I just want to be happy.

Good for you, Peter.

I-I wish you the best.

Thank you.

Hey, Mr. Clayton.

- Mr. Clayton.

- Ginger.

Kyle was right.

Emily Dickinson's great.

Isn't she?

- Mr. Clayton?

- Yes.

- I wrote another poem.

- Can't wait to hear it, Heather.

- John. Doctor.

- Hey.

Claire.

Mr. C., what's up?

"Milky white skin

and hair so brown

I wish I had known

how bad you hurt

I could have held you

while you cried

You were too sweet

to stay

In this harsh world

But I will always

keep you close to my heart

- My angel in cargo pants."

- Boy:
Oh, wow.

(applauding)

He was such a sweet kid.

And kind.

Oh, please.

They're everywhere.

(sighs)

As a father,

I don't know what I'd do

if Hunter did something like this.

My heart really goes

out to you, Lance.

Thanks.

It's so sad. I didn't know

he was such a good writer.

Did he write anything else?

Yeah, he did.

I know it's really personal,

but do you think I could read it?

Well, if you came over

to my apartment.

I just don't want his stuff

out there, you know, floating around.

Sure.

How about tonight?

Great.

My playoff game's tonight.

All right.

Not the lip.

You know I can't

take the lip.

Oh, thanks, Mike.

What time?

I'm gonna need a little time because,

you know, I haven't cleaned.

Yeah, I understand.

- Well, 8:
00?

- That's great.

Good luck tonight.

Thanks.

If you think this is

a bad idea...

No no no.

Not at all.

I found something

Kyle wrote

and I really think

you need to hear it.

Okay.

This is from his journal.

"I went out to dinner

with my dad and claire tonight.

I'm so happy for him,

but at the same time

seeing them together

only proves that I'll

never be happy.

I know I'll never find

a woman like her...

so pretty, so perfect.

She seems to complete him.

I hope they make it.

I hope they last.

I hope I'm leaving

my dad in good hands.

No one could ever get me.

I don't even get me."

Oh.

I didn't know anyone

could feel that way about me.

He did like me.

He really did.

He did.

He really did.

I thought you were lying

to make me feel better.

No. I'd never do that.

- Really?

- Really.

(moaning)

Mr. Clayton.

- Good morning, Heather.

- Yes.

Good morning.

Do you have anything

of Kyle's?

What?

That I could have?

- No.

- Oh.

Wait a second.

Here you go.

Bruce Hornsby?

That was his favorite.

Thank you.

I need to talk

about last night.

Yeah, I need to talk

about last night too.

- Yeah.

- (sighs)

I'm tired of hiding

our relationship.

Mmm.

- Dan.

- Lance.

- Ginger.

- Mr. Clayton, look at this.

Oh.

Heather.

Hey, Mr. C.

Oh, Peter.

- Don't leave me hanging.

- Oh.

I don't know

if Kyle ever told you,

but he and I were

kinda bros.

I'm gonna win this game

tonight in his honor.

Great, Peter.

Andrew:

Mr. Clayton?

Andrew.

It doesn't seem right,

does it?

What doesn't seem right?

How everyone is acting.

Like they liked Kyle.

No, it doesn't.

You know what else

is weird?

- What?

- Kyle's suicide note.

In what way?

That stuff about being

an insignificant molecule

bouncing around in a meaningless

godless universe.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but Kyle was...

What?

Kinda dumb.

Ha. No.

Kyle was actually smart, Andrew.

You know, he just pretended

to be dumb, even around you

so, you know, people

wouldn't pick on him.

Yeah, maybe.

- Heather:
It's mine!

- Ginger:
Let go, you crazy...

Hey!

Oh! Get off!

You didn't even like Kyle!

You didn't like Kyle!

Shut up, whore!

Bruce Hornsby?

Lance:

I need to talk to someone.

That's why I'm here.

I feel terrible.

Suicide leaves

many victims.

Don't beat yourself up.

Kyle may have been suffering

from a chemical imbalance.

And I know that the note

being published

has caused you some

distress,

but in many ways

it's been a very positive thing.

Students are

coming to see me.

It's the breakthrough

I've been waiting for.

Who knows how many

of these kids

I can help because they're

reaching out for the first time?

You have to remember

the part where Kyle writes:

"I love you, Dad."

But what if he didn't

really feel that way?

But he did.

Lance, suicide

is a permanent solution

to temporary problems.

And who knows

how many kids we won't lose

because of that note?

Keep your chin up knowing

that Kyle may have not

died in vain.

In light of all

I've learned so far

I don't believe

I'm so strange

In spite of all

this time I spend

calling the air

by a name

When the first light

goes over the trees

He will be

singing with me

And if I feel like

singing alone

He always

leaves me be

I'm shaking

my shadow hand

As the sun moves

round the bend

With an imaginary man

And we'll make-believe

around and around again

I'm shaking

my shadow hand...

Lance:

Dr. Pentola.

Lance, you don't look

so good.

Well, I had kind

of a rough weekend.

I did a lot of soul

searching

and I thought about what you said

about Kyle's note

and the effect

on the other kids,

and...

this is Kyle's journal.

I brought it to you to read.

I want you to read it, and if you think

it'll be of value to the other kids,

I wanna publish it

and hand it out to them.

- I'll see if I can't give it a look.

- Oh, thanks.

Lance:

Well?

(sighs)

It's so sad.

Yeah.

I mean, Kyle was such

a strong powerful writer.

So tortured.

Yes, he was.

What are you

gonna call it?

I was thinking

"I Am What I Hate."

What?

"I Am What I Hate."

Kyle wrote that in chapter six.

Oh.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I don't like it at all.

Why?

- To me, a better title...

- Mm-hmm.

...would be

"You Don't Know Me."

- Oh.

- You know?

Because

we didn't know him.

But he didn't write

that though, I mean...

Yeah, but he felt that.

- You're inferring that from him.

- Yes.

Oh.

"I Am What I Hate" doesn't

make sense as a title.

Give me a kiss. Aw.

- Come here.

- Oh.

Everybody wants

to be a genius

You're not the only one

With all the things that

you might do

Which one of them

will you get to?

Tomorrow when

you wake up

Then you'll show them

Nobody wants

to break your heart

You do it on your own

There's nothing wrong

with you today

Nothing you had

that they took away

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