"Five minutes later, she's on my fucking jock talking about," ""Wouldn't it be great if we had some ecstasy tonight?"" "Yeah, yeah." "When I heard that, I know I'm getting laid." "The problem is, where the fuck am I gonna get ecstasy in the middle of goddamn nowhere, right?" "So I'm like, "Yeah, ecstasy, no problem." "I gotcha baby."" "I go to 7-11, get some fucking Aspirin..." "Ha-ha-ha!" "...scrape off the little thing, break it in half, it's like fuckin'..." "Ow!" "Hold the wheel, hold the wheel." "I'm going again." "Oh shit, Ron!" "Let me see it, man." "Let me get a shot." "You want this?" "Don't point it at my face, man." "Guys, guys, guys, check it out." "Oh shit, get that." "Oh!" "You got the weed?" "You got the weed?" "Yeah, I got it." "Driver, put both hands out the window." "With one hand open the door." "Slowly step out of the vehicle and get on your knees." "Hello?" "Hello?" "This is she." "Mm-hm, yeah." "Yeah." "Huh, he did what?" "No, no that's okay." "I know how to get there." "We were just screwing around, jeez." "It's not like it's some big fucking deal." "Oh, that's nice." "That's real classy." "You think you sound cool talking like that?" "You sound like an uneducated idiot." "Good, I don't care." "You don't care?" "Well you better care, 'cause they're gonna send you off to boot camp." "Try talking like that, you'll be cleaning the floor with your toothbrush." "Yeah, okay." "Oh, no?" "What do you think Judge Guzman's gonna do when he finds out you've been shooting people with ink balls?" "It's paintballs and he's not gonna do shit 'cause" "I got two words for you; not guilty." "A lying, manipulative, little con artist;" "some son I've raised." "Andrew?" "Andrew?" "Mr. Eriksen?" "Excuse me Andrew, are we keeping you up?" "No... yeah, I'm listening." "Good." "Then you won't mind commenting on what we've been discussing." "Sure, I'd love to." "In what context?" "Okay Andrew, I'll humor you." "Please explain to us the corollaries and significance of Gutenberg's printing press." "Yeah, alright." "But you know, I think it's only fair to mention that the Chinese-- they were already experimenting with printing way back in the 15th Century." "Well that very well may be, but that's not what we're discussing, now is it?" "No you're right, I'm sorry." "Okay the printing press... basically, that was the first time that the public had access to information." "People learned how to read." "The Bible got printed." "Actually, I'm not sure that you covered it, but isn't that what was responsible for the Protestant Reformation?" "Who do you think you're fooling, huh?" "Who do you think you're fooling?" "I have been watching you sleep through this class for two months." "What?" "What did I say?" "I mean, was that not correct because I'm..." "Shut up!" "You know, you may think that you're smart enough to just glide through my class, but" "You don't care, why should you?" "I mean, you already know it all." "Tell me, why do you even bother showing up?" "You know, I think that might be the first decent question that I've ever heard you ask." "Good morning, Bonanza High School." "Hello." "This is Alan Calenes, Seth Calenes' father." "Hi." "Just look at the Petri dish, what do you see?" "I want these to be your observations, not what's in the text." "Mrs. Fehringer?" "Yes?" "Would you please tell Seth Calenes his father called." "He'd like Seth to meet him at the airport right away." "Southwest flight 162." "I sure will." "Did you get that?" "I hope everything's all right." "Flight 162, man." "You like that?" "Mikey loves the chronic, man." "I don't get it." "All the crazy shit that goes down in this town, man." "I mean, they got people robbing banks, screwing little kids and shit." "They're gonna arrest you over some silly shit like that?" "Yeah, tell me about it." "It's alright, though." "That's why I made a little stop by the Army Surplus Store today." "Check this out." "Guy told me it fits all law enforcement issued handcuffs." "No shit." "Yeah, you believe that?" "You should get one, Mikey." "You know, just in case one of them guys you bring home handcuffs you to the bed." "Alright, come on you guys, let's get out of here." "I've got to go intercept some mail." "What are you worried about one of these?" "Huh?" "Oh, you got one." "1.6-- how the hell do you go from a 4.0 to a 1.6, man?" "Yeah." "Who gives a shit." "Hey Drew, could you turn that down for a sec?" "I need to talk to you for a second." "What's up?" "I was uh" " I was talking to Wilcox the other day in the quad and... your mom paid Billy Barlow's uncle $2,000 to drive down to Tijuana, pick her up-- pick her up a bunch of pills there." "I thought you should know." "This is just not gonna work." "Do you have any idea what time it is?" "Your school called today." "You have 27 absences in your first period." "27?" "They're not giving you credit for the class." "Please, please just don't talk to me right now, okay?" "So, you're drunk." "I can smell you from here." "And you're drinking and driving." "What is the matter with you?" "Are you stupid?" "You're 17 years old and you're already a pot head and an alcoholic." "Yeah, look who's talking." "Why don't you have someone go down to Mexico for you and get you some more fucking drugs, alright?" "That is not the same thing." "Those are prescription medicines that are prescribed." "Just save it, okay." "You low-life junkie." "Don't you talk to me like that." "Your father would roll over in his grave!" "Hey, don't you tell me about my dad." "He'd be so proud of you, wouldn't he?" "Shut up!" "Andrew, Andrew, can't you see it?" "Can't you see what you're doing to yourself?" "Please, can't you just leave me the fuck alone?" "No, no I will not leave you alone." "I won't leave you alone." "I'm not gonna stand here and watch my son destroy himself." "You need help!" "Wish it was you." "What?" "What did you say?" "I said I wish it was you that died." "Why couldn't it have just been you?" "Hello?" "Oh, hi Louise." "It's Nicole." "Hey, Andrew's not there, is he?" "I was just checking to make sure he wasn't trying to sleep in again." "Oh, that's so sweet of you, Nicole." "But believe it or not, he already left." "Oh okay, well listen, I gotta get to class." "But hey, if you're gonna be around later maybe I'll stop by and say hi?" "Yeah, okay." "Okay, bye." "Wow, I think he actually went to school on his own for once." "Yes, he will definitely resist, that I'm positive of it." "Oh" " I don't know, 170." "He lifts weights." "Listen, the last thing I want is him getting hurt." "Yeah, yeah I know." "I just worry about him." "Mom, where's my blue shirt with the pockets?" "Okay, um, it's good talking to you too." "Five o'clock will be fine." "Yeah, bye-bye." "Five o'clock for what?" "Oh, they're coming over to shampoo the carpets." "Is there something you need?" "Yeah, my blue shirt with the pockets." "What'd you do with it?" "Well did you check the dirty clothes?" "No." "Oh, that's probably a good place to look, don't you think?" "Mom, I needed that shirt for tonight." "Jeez, can't you do anything around here?" "In case you haven't noticed, I've been taking care of this house and five animals with no help from you or anybody else." "Don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" "Andrew!" "Woo-wee!" "Great, I can already tell exactly what kind of night this is gonna be like." "Sink or swim, Mikey, sink or swim." "Fourteen-fifteen-sixteen seventeen-eight-- ohh!" "You don't think I'll bust it?" "Huh, you don't think I'll bust it?" "Fuck you, I'll bust this shit." "Hell no!" "Oh!" "Damnit!" "I'll bust this!" "Ahhh!" "Damnit!" "Keep it moving, keep it moving." "Come on man, handle that." "Well, how many should we take?" "We've never done shrooms before." "In that case, I recommend taking them all." "For real?" "Yeah." "Hey, have you guys seen Andrew?" "But, you know what I'm saying, right?" "That me and you, even if we didn't see each other for a while, we're always gonna be best friends, no matter what happens, don't you think?" "Yeah, for sure." "Why, do you plan on going somewhere?" "No, I just" " I'm just saying." "You know, like when we go away to college or whatever." "You mean when you go away to college." "Oh, that's right." "I forgot, you're over it." "And what is it exactly that you're planning to do?" "Getting out of this bullshit town, I can tell you that." "And you think by that then everything's just gonna go away, right?" "What's that mean?" "Nothing..." "just, you know, whatever happened to us going to med school together, you know?" "I thought you wanted to be a doctor like your dad." "Yeah, well I also wanted to be an astronaut." "I mean, fucking jet ski racer." "So, that doesn't matter." "You could do anything that you wanted to... if you wanted to." "Andrew, just my point is that..." "What?" "Just promise me something, will you?" "Yeah, what?" "I mean, what are you being so weird for?" "Better get that." "It's your girlfriend." "You know she's not my girlfriend." "Whatever, just answer it." "Like two summers ago me, Drew, this other dude Billy, and this other dude Tommy-- we were on our way to Mammoth to go snowboarding, right?" "I'm driving, Drew's sitting shotgun, and it is like two o'clock in the morning and we're on some desert road out in the middle of nowhere." "I mean, there's-- there ain't shit around for miles." "So we're just cruising, you know, talking, listening to jams and all of a sudden Drew is like," ""Seth, what is that man?" "What the fuck is that?"" "I look up at this thing and I'm just like eeeer." "We all get out of the car, I forget to put my car in park." "It just starts rolling down the fucking hill and we're all just looking up at this-- this fucking thing and we're just like..." "And all of a sudden everyone's like," ""What is that, man?" "What the fuck..."" "Sorry, man." "What the fuck's your problem?" "What's up, man, I know you're sorry, bitch." "Andrew, no!" "Say something, say something." "Stop Andrew, stop!" "Seth, get him off!" "Come on, cops." "We gotta go." "Come on, cops, let's go." "Let's go, come on." "Get the fuck up!" "Ready?" "Somebody else is getting heavy." "Like... you." "Do you remember that day?" "Why are you watching this out here?" "You wanna sit down with me?" "We'll watch it together." "No, I don't." "You should watch this in your own room." "Andrew, it's been almost two years." "I don't want to fucking watch it, okay?" "What is this?" "I'm not your swim slave." "Hey, hey, hey." "Go-go, push, push, trust me, yeah!" "Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!" "Calm down, okay?" "We're not gonna hurt you." "Please don't do this, please don't do this." "Please, you don't gotta do this." "Where's my mom?" "Mom!" "?" "Hey, hey, hey..." "You gonna calm down?" "Are you gonna calm down?" "Relax." "Please, you don't gotta do this." "Andrew, Andrew, it's okay, honey." "Mom?" "It's okay, these men are here to help you." "Mom, what are you doing?" "You're sick, Andrew." "They're going to help you." "What?" "You're going away to get help." "Fuck no, I ain't, get off me." "What are you talking about?" "Hey!" "You calm down." "Now come on, let's go." "Mom?" "Mom, help!" "Please, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, Mom, please." "I'm sorry, I love you." "I love you-- get the fuck off me." "Mom please, I love you." "Door!" "I love you, Andrew." "I love you." "Help, help please." "Please, mom!" "You bitch!" "You bitch, how could you do this to me?" "I hate you, do you hear me?" "I fuckin' hate you." "How could you do this to me?" "It's alright, it's gonna be fine, okay?" "Come on, help me, Mom!" "Mom, don't!" "Please, Mom!" "How could you do this to me?" "Please dear God... take away the anger from his heart." "Take away the hate." "Fill his heart with love." "He's here." "Well that was pretty fast." "So this is Andrew, huh?" "I'm Dan Jones." "I'm the head counselor here." "It's nice to meet you." "Oh, sorry." "You could take those off." "Thanks." "So how was the drive?" "Fucking lovely." "Son, let this be a warning." "Don't call me son." "I'm not your son." "Okay Andrew, let this be your warning and you're only gonna get one." "Foul language will not be tolerated at Brightway." "I don't appreciate it and I don't care to hear it." "If it happens again, you'll write essays." "Now we'll go over all the rules later." "Let's get you cleaned up." "Come on, follow me." "Come on, it's okay." "Thank you, Steve." "Right this way, Andrew." "Put your clothes in the bag, any personal belongings, wallet, keys, jewelry, etcetera, in this basket." "What's this?" "I have to search you and disinfect you, make sure you don't have any drugs or weapons on you." "Disinfect me?" "Yes." "We can't have you infecting the other patients with head or body lice, things of that nature." "You're kidding me, right?" "You can take your clothes off yourself or I can call somebody in and have 'em do it for you." "It's alright, I'll do it." "Underwear, too, and your socks." "Wash your body with this one and your hair with that." "Okay, that's good." "Now open your mouth." "Stick out your tongue." "Lift it up." "Okay, lift up your feet." "Spread your toes." "Wiggle 'em." "Alright, now turn around and bend over." "What?" "I have to make sure you're not hiding anything." "Now bend over and cough hard once, please." "Yeah right, no chance." "Andrew, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, okay?" "It's up to you." "Hello, Doctor." "Andrew, this is Dr. Reinholtz." "Hello, Andrew." "Nice to finally put a face to the name." "Thank you, Dan." "Oh, of course." "Have a seat." "Some rough morning, huh?" "Don't worry, you'll get your clothes back as soon as they're washed." "I want to talk to my mom." "I'm afraid that's not possible." "Why?" "Why is that not possible?" "You can't do this, you know?" "You can just kidnap somebody like this." "I want to talk to my lawyer." "I should explain to you the way this works." "Oh, you think?" "You are a patient here at Brightway now." "Your mother has signed over custody and we are now functioning as your legal guardians." "What?" "That's right." "Usually we have here at the hospital anywhere between 10 and 20 adolescents like yourself." "These are children who, for various reasons, lack necessary coping skills and require professional help." "So that's-- that's why you kidnapped me then." "No coping skill-- coping skills?" "What does that even mean, huh?" "Expelled from private high school for marijuana use." "Kicked off your baseball team after you showed up drunk and urinated in the dugout." "Truancy, failing grades, verbal abuse towards your mother, placed on probation with Juvenile Court for assaulting a security guard with brass knuckles, and you were just arrested again for assault after you shot somebody with a paint gun." "You won't be here that long, just long enough for you to detox and for us to diagnose and monitor your condition." "Then you'll be sent to our program in Western Samoa where you can begin the recovery process and..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." "did you say Samoa?" "Well Western Samoa, yeah." "What?" "Fucking Samoa?" "Andrew, that language..." "For how long?" "That depends on you, on your progress, and how quickly you advance through the phases of the program." "In exceptional cases, I've seen patients complete the program in as little as 16 months." "Sixteen months?" "I'm gonna be 18 in six months." "Well at that point, you'll be emancipated and released." "So I guess that's your answer." "You'll be with us in Western Samoa until you turn 18." ""It would be more expressive to say faintly troubled its darkness." "It was spacious, and I dare say had once been handsome, but every..."" "How do you say that?" "Discernible." ""...discernible thing in it was..."" "I'm gonna hand you some pictures and I want you to tell me what's wrong with them." "There's nothing supporting the logs next to the cabin." "No snow collected on the woman's hat." "When I say "begin"," "I want you to put these pieces together to complete the puzzle." "Ready?" "Begin." "Elephant." "Okay." "I'm gonna say some groups of numbers to you and I want you to repeat them back to me as best you can." "1-6-5-2-7." "You serious?" "Please." "Just repeat the numbers." "1-6-5-2-7." "3-8-9-2-6-5-9-5." "3-8-9-2-6-5-9-5." "3-6-2-4-8-3-8-8-5 9-1-6-5-2-2-2-2-2." "3-6-2-4-8-3-8-8-5 9-1-6-5-2-2-2-2-2." "What, is that it?" "Come on man, I was just getting warmed up." "Good." "These are basic psychological, personality, and chemical dependency tests." "They should only take you about four or five hours." "You all finished?" "Good." "We can get you out of that gown and get you something to eat." "Are you hungry?" "Fucking famished." "That's it, Mister." "What did I tell you?" "You just earned your first trip to the pit." "The what?" "The essay pit." "Now, most minor infractions will get you a free trip here." "Do not pass go, do not collect $200." "Profanity, failing room inspection, non-compliance, negative attitude-- these are all essay offenses." "More serious offenses will result in loss of clothing privileges, think tank, and solitary." "Like what?" "Like sever insubordination, conspiracy to escape." "What the hell is conspiracy to escape?" "Hey, watch it mister!" "H-E double hockey sticks, that's a curse word." "Now I want you to write 500 words on the deleterious effects of profanity." "And if I can't read it, you're gonna write it again." "Keith, I'd like you to meet Andrew." "Andrew, this is Keith." "He's also a counselor here." "Steve, you already know of course." "Hey Andrew, it's nice to meet you." "Now I want all you guys to do your best to make Andrew feel welcomed here." "You show him that with the right attitude," "Brightway's a pretty neat place." "Okay, I'll see you guys in group." "So you're-- you're from Vegas?" "Uh-huh." "You look like an athlete." "What are you-- you a strong safety?" "Short stop." "No kidding, short stop?" "I played short stop, right over here at Dixie." "Yeah." "So grab your tray, have a seat anyplace you'd like on the boys' side, of course." "Damn bro, what'd you do to your arm?" "Andrew!" "There's no talking." "You want to spend your whole first day in the pit?" "Here bro, you gotta drown that shit." "It's the only way it's edible." "Thanks, man." "Don't worry, if you go along with the system, it's not too bad." "I really hope I don't hear any talking back there." "Aaron!" "And for my sanctuary, I drew a needle." "Okay, why a needle, Trevor?" "Because it's-- it's like when I'm real high on heroin, it's like I'm a million bucks of real money." "I'm" " I'm high on a silver cloud and there ain't nobody else on that cloud but me." "You know what I'm saying?" "You know perhaps, sure, I think-- I think I might understand that but how come you can't feel that same feeling-- you know, on this cloud that you're talking about-- naturally, without drugs?" "Because I think that this life is hell." "You know, not like hell like it sucks, but hell like hell for real." "Like I think if we're good, you know, we get to go up to heaven or at least to the next level." "But if we're bad, we just stay here on Earth, in hell." "Well Trevor, I'm sorry you feel that way." "I mean, hopefully in time you'll probably feel differently about that." "How about you, Tori?" "What have you got for us?" "Well for my voodoo doll, I drew my step-dad." "Mm-hm, okay." "How come?" "You mean besides for all the times he raped me?" "Sure." "Well, I guess the time he came home from the bar and threw my mom through the shower." "Or maybe the time he beat me so bad," "I had to jump out two stories and broke both my ankles." "Yeah, that's one reason." "Okay, well what about you, Tori?" "Hm, you know, your mother seems to think that you're the one that needs help." "Yeah, right." "She blames me for all their problems." "Says I'm a sex addict, then she throws me in this place and forgets about me." "Don't you think that maybe you're a little bit too young to be having sex?" "No." "I'm 15 years old." "I mean, I had sex with over 20 guys before I was even 13." "Besides, I like it." "You think maybe your step-father's abuse has something to do with that?" "Want to see my sanctuary?" "I drew a gun." "I wish I had one, 'cause if I did..." "I'd blow his fucking dick off!" "Hey, you watch your mouth, young lady!" "That just got you 500 words!" "Andrew!" "Andrew!" "Andrew!" "Eye on the ball, Andrew!" "Eye on the ball, buddy!" "Run!" "Run!" "That a boy, Andrew!" "Run!" "Morning campers, rise and shine." "What time is it?" "Five o'clock, time to get up." "Let's get going." "Mike, show Andrew how to make his bed." "You've gotta be kidding me." "Five o'clock in the fucking morning?" "Shh, be careful." "There's a microphone in there." "There's a microphone in there?" "Yeah now come on, we've got five minutes to make this room perfect or else we get essays." "Hospital corners and everything." "One-two-three-hooah!" "One-two-three-hooah!" "Make it burn!" "Make that baby burn!" "Andrew, follow along!" "I see you do that again and you're gonna give me 1,000 words on the importance of exercise." "Ahh-- feel the pain!" "Okay, I'd like to start by finishing where we left off with the drawings and then we'll move on to the purge and release exercise." "Okay, uh-- did we miss anybody yesterday?" "Yeah?" "One second." "Andrew, you didn't share yesterday." "Would you begin today?" "I'm sure everybody'd be very interested to see what you have." "Yeah, but I'm not sure I want everybody to see." "Well it's okay, Andrew." "I mean, this is-- this is what we're here for." "Nobody's gonna think any less of you for sharing." "Is it okay?" "I know, I know." "Okay, okay." "Okay, I guess I could show you." "For my sanctuary, I drew Mr. Winkle." "Quiet!" "You guys have some respect here." "Andrew's very brave for doing this." "I'm sorry, Andrew." "I apologize for these guys." "Go ahead." "Tell us about Mr. Winkle." "Well..." "Mr. Winkle is pretty much like my best friend." "I mean, he's always there for me." "Even when I get scared, he helps me." "How does he help you?" "Well, he tells me things." "What kind of things?" "Good things... mostly." "Except when he gets mad." "Andrew, how often do you see Mr. Winkle?" "All the time." "He's sitting on my shoulder right now." "What?" "Yeah, I don't-- I don't want to." "I don't-- alright." "You don't have to yell at me." "Mr. Winkle wants me to tell you something." "Okay, what does he want you to tell me?" "Mr. Winkle says, why don't you take this crock of shit mumbo-jumbo and stick it up your fucking ass." "Kawa, I need you in C wing right now." "Think you're pretty funny, huh?" "Yeah, you just got your first taste of standing." "Yeah, we'll see how funny you think that is." "Kawa, get this little jerk to the think tank." "He and Mr. Winkle need some time alone." "Who's Mr. Winkle?" "Take him out of here!" "Come on Dan, don't you want to see what I drew for my voodoo doll?" "Come on." "Now you're gonna stand there and you're gonna think about what you did to get yourself in there." "And I mean stand there." "If we catch you leaning against these walls, we're gonna reset the clock, you're gonna start again." "Okay, you got one hour." "Bullshit, I ain't standing in here for an hour." "Oh, yes you are, and you're gonna give me 1,000 words on swearing when you get out." "Fuck you!" "Well now it's two hours, buddy." "You're gonna learn, even if it means we gotta keep you in there all week." "Fucking bullshit, man." "What the-- fuck!" "I can't start the clock until you're standing." "Well okay, I just-- you know, I thought I'd call to see..." "Really?" "So he's handling it okay?" "Oh yeah, he's doing great." "No problems at all." "Actually, I'm surprised at how well he seems to have adjusted here already." "Well Andrew, frankly, I'm a little concerned." "You seem to be having quite a hard time adjusting here." "Well, I can't imagine why." "Dan tells me that you're not cooperating." "Dan, let me tell you something about that guy." "That guy is..." "That guy's a joke." "Why do you say that?" "Dan happens to be one of the best counselors we've ever had." "Yeah, I bet." "I'm sure he works wonders with those freaks." "Voodoo doll." "What do you mean when you say freaks?" "Come on man, they're your patients." "It's like a friggin' all-star team around here." "I mean, some of them might actually belong in here." "But not you?" "You don't believe you belong in here?" "Wow, I mean, no wonder you're a doctor." "Your test results came in this morning." "I'm placing you on some medication." "What?" "Actually, there's a couple I'd like to try." "Zoloft, it's an anti-depressant." "Anti-depre-- for what?" "Well, based on your test results and what I've observed, it's my opinion that you're suffering from clinical depression." "Please." "Clinical depression, repressed emotional development, and severe anger control problems." "What?" "Yeah, of course I'm gonna be pissed off." "Look where the hell you guys got me." "Before I got here, I was the happiest kid in the world." "I was" " I'd never been happier." "Depression." "Sounds to me Andrew, like I'm not the one you're trying to convince." "Hey, Andrew." "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "What'd I do now?" "Oh no, you didn't do anything wrong." "I just want to uh-- talk to you for a minute, that's all." "Unless you'd rather clean the toilet." "Let's talk." "Wow, that sounds like a hell of a game, man." "Yeah, I went four for four that game." "Two doubles, a single, and a triple." "All I needed was a jack and I would've had the cycle." "You-- you're good, you know that?" "Yeah, I'm alright." "This kid on my team, Ryan, now this kid-- watch, I guarantee this kid's gonna go to the shows." "Yeah, you know, see, I'm not talking about baseball." "No you're good, Andrew, at manipulating people." "Oh what?" "No "oh what," man." "Come on, you've been here for a week now and not once have you made even the slightest effort to talk about what's really going on with Andrew." "Man, you-- you change the subject, you turn it into a joke, anything to avoid talking about whatever the-- the hell it is you're hiding from." "What are you talking about?" "I'm not hiding from nothing." "Yeah, now that's bullshit." "It's bullshit and you know it." "I mean, your mom didn't send you here to-- to send you off on vacation." "Look, you don't know what you're talking about, okay?" "My mom sent me here because she's a fucking drug addict and she doesn't know how to raise a son." "Yeah and you're really helping her out, aren't you?" "Getting thrown out of school, getting arrested, and if you think drugs are gonna make things go away, man, you got another thing coming, buddy." "I mean, that's like shooting cortisone into a blown rotator, right?" "I mean, sure the pain's gonna go away for a little while, but the injury's still there and sooner or later, those drugs-- they don't work anymore." "That's a song." "That's a song?" "What-- what do you...?" "That's a song, you know The Verve?" "Now the drugs don't work" "They just make you worse..." "Yeah, there you go again." "Yeah, changing the subject." "Man, I told you." "See that bullshit, it doesn't-- it's not gonna work with me." "It was a good try though, right?" "Yeah, it was a good try." "Yeah, that was a hell of a try." "You know Andrew..." "I lost my father when I was about your age." "And uh, look I found-- I mean, at least for me," "I found that, you know, just talking with somebody I could..." "Okay, Andrew look, you know, nobody here is saying that they know what you're going through, okay?" "Because they don't." "I don't." "But if we're gonna help you here," "I mean, if I'm gonna help you here..." "Look all I'm saying is just don't keep it all locked up inside, okay?" "That's..." "Are you done?" "Yeah, yeah I'm done." "Good." "If you don't mind, I have a toilet to clean." "What are you writing?" "Letter to my dad." "Really, they let us?" "Yeah, they read them though." "They read all our mail." "That's why I'm writing this one in Korean." "I'm telling him they beat my ass and call me gook and chink." "Alright, let's see." "Andrew, letter here from your mom." "And Mike..." "No that's it, just one." "Lights out in five, gentlemen." "Look at this shit." "Told you." "Dear Andrew," "I know you don't understand why I did what I did." "I wanted so much to help you and now I feel as though this is my last resort." "I don't know how you came to hate me so much." "It's as if those years we were so close and loving never existed." "I feel like I've lost everything." "First my mother, three months later my husband, and now my only son." "My sweet Andrew, I'm sorry I was such a terrible mother to you." "All I ever wanted in life was a family and now I am completely alone." "Life has been so overwhelming, I sometimes give up hope." "I wish I could make you understand that no matter what you do or say, I will always love you." "You have the ability, with God's help, to turn your life around." "I believe in you and I love you more than life." "Did anything seem out of the ordinary?" "No-- no, not at all." "He'd been clean for like six weeks." "It seemed like he was totally happy." "He was all excited." "Him and his friends were gonna drive down to Rosarito, go deep sea fishing." "Things were going really good." "Hm, did he leave a note?" "No." "He just drove his truck out to the woods, didn't say nothing to nobody." "It's weird 'cause he just washed it." "Why do you think he did it?" "John?" "Maybe he doesn't feel like talking about it." "Mr. Eriksen, you will not interrupt." "That's one thing I will absolutely not tolerate." "This is extremely important for John, that he talk about this." "John?" "John, why do you think your brother would resort to suicide?" "Son, I know this is extremely difficult but..." "Why don't you get off his fucking case?" "!" "He doesn't want to talk about it!" "That's it." "You're going to the tank." "Yeah right, I ain't going anywhere." "Oh, yes you are." "Yeah?" "Try and make me." "I need somebody in C wing right now." "I have a 2-2-3." "Repeat I have a 2-2-3 in C wing." "You just made a very big mistake, Mister." "Fuck you!" "Fucking asshole, punk motherfucker." "Come on, come on, you want to try to get me?" "Come on!" "Get the fuck off of me." "Get the fuck off me." "I'll bite your fucking nose off." "Fuck off!" "Get off of me!" "Get off of me!" "Get off of me..." "Calm down, calm down." "Calm down." "There you go." "Let's get him in the tank." "So what do you think he's doing right now?" "Shit, knowing him man, he's probably on a beach somewhere with some hot ass Samoan chick, smokin' a fat ass joint." "Are Samoan girls hot?" "Hell yeah, Samoan girls are hot." "What are you kidding me, man?" "I don't know, you tell me, man." "Is Jennifer Lopez hot?" "I totally see how they could find the constellations." "You know, 'cause like I can see every one of them" "The scorpion, the bow and arrow girl, the fish guy..." "Well, that's because you were hallucinating." "No, it... it wasn't." "It was real." "I swear to God." "It was like the whole universe made sense." "You just don't understand, 'cause you've never done" "Peyote before." "Hi." "Uh, we're sorry to interrupt, but um, I believe Andrew would like to say something to the group." "Um, yeah." "I just wanna apologize for what happened yesterday." "If it's okay, I'd really like to ask your permission to rejoin this group." "Arm... arm's still a little sore from when you guys tackled me yesterday." "Aaron?" "Aaron?" "Aaron, you in here?" "I gotta talk to you." "Yeah." "One second, man." "Yeah, what's up dude?" "Are you gonna flush?" "What the hell were you doin' in there?" "Nothin' dude." "What are you talkin' about?" "What's goin' on, man?" "What happens if there's a fire in here?" "What?" "What?" "Whoa, whoa." "Yo, think about what you're talkin' about, dude." "Relax man." "I'm sayin' what if?" "They got bars on all the windows, right?" "So, what happens if there's a fire in here?" "We're all just gonna burn to death?" "I don't think so." "All the doors in this place, they run on magnets, and I guarantee you if there's a fire in here, every last one of them is gonna unlock." "You don't know that for sure though." "You know what will happen if it didn't." "Aaron, I gotta get out of here, man." "I need you to convince the rest of the guys." "We need everybody." "Most of them probably don't stand a chance, but without them as a distraction, neither do we." "What about the girls?" "Too risky." "Just the guys." "When?" "Right after lights out." "Tonight?" "Straight up, man." "We're gettin' the fuck outta here." "What do you say?" "Let's do it." "See, what this is, this is a visualization exercise." "Let's say you wanna get better grades in school, well, you would just visualize what it would be like to come home with a report card full of straight As." "It's really..." "It's that simple." "And it works with just about anything." "You can visualize anything that you wanna be successful at, visualize something that you you wanna have." "Visualize a relationship going just the way that you want it to go." "Why are you putting on so many socks?" "I would, too, if I were you." "Have you ever tried to run in slippers?" "You've gotta protect your feet somehow." "Alright fellas, brush your teeth, and lights out." "You've got two minutes." "You boys stop right there!" "Go!" "Go!" "Hey!" "Stop!" "Andrew, wait up!" "Where's Aaron?" "I don't know, man, I think they got him." "I think they got everybody." "Hurry up, Mike." "Holy shit." "Okay, come on." "I'm not gonna wait for you guys again." "Now follow me." "Okay, get down, get down." "You guys ever been to Vegas?" "Well, you're goin' now." "In a couple hours we'll be sittin' at my friend Seth's, in the Jacuzzi, with a couple of hotties, and a tottie for the body." "Come on, Seth." "Pick up the phone, man." "Pick it up." "Pick up the phone, man." "Pick it up, pick it up." "Come on, Seth." "Pick up the phone, man." "There they are!" "Andrew!" "Andrew, stop!" "Andrew!" "Okay, I want this field surrounded." "I want two people on either side." "We got 'em." "Alright boys, I'm gonna count to five." "If you know what's good for ya..." "One..." "Two..." "Three..." "Four..." "Five." "All you're doin' is delaying' the inevitable." "Now come on out of there!" "Alright, you don't wanna come out, huh?" "I'm gonna drag you out." "You hear that?" "I'm gonna drag you out!" "I got one!" "Ow!" "Ooh!" "Let go!" "Where you goin'?" "Huh?" "Huh?" "Where you goin'?" "Get the fuck off me!" "Where you goin'?" "Ugh!" "Be quiet." "Thought you'd get away, huh?" "You thought I would let you get away?" "Get 'em out of here." "Strip off their clothes and lock 'em in solitary." "Let 'em rot in there." "Okay Andrew, let's go." "Let's go Andrew, come on out of there." "Come on out, Andrew." "Always gotta be the hard way with you, huh?" "Fine, suit yourself." "Steve, come here." "Everybody come here!" "Everybody come in here!" "I got an idea how we're gonna catch this little guy." "Dan, this Andrew, he's pretty big." "I'm not too sure." "I mean, after what happened the other day..." "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Karen." "Andrew wouldn't hurt a fly." "Would you, Andrew?" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?" "Where you goin'?" "Ow!" "Hey, that's my brother!" "Leave him alone!" "That's my fucking brother!" "That's my brother!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Get off me!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Hi." "Excuse me, can I help you?" "Hello?" "Seth!" "Seth!" "It's Andrew." "Listen to me, man." "I need you to come and get me." "I'm in St. George." "I'm at a place called Lou's Diner." "Yeah, if you don't get here before the sun comes up," "I am caught, man." "No, no, I can't talk, man." "Just get here." "Lou's Diner, St. George." "Be here man, please." "Thank you." "Sorry." "Holy shit Bro, what the hell happened?" "Just go, man!" "Get out of here!" "...hey little guy." "Hey buddy." "How you doing?" "I don't care who you've got looking for him." "This is my son we're talking about!" "You find him or I'm gonna sue you and every single person on that staff, and..." "He's here." "Yeah, he's standing right here." "My God, what happened to you?" "Is that them?" "Hello?" "Hello Andrew." "Hey, does this sound familiar?" "Oh jeez Dan, I'm a little worried about this Andrew." "He's pretty big." "Oh, don't worry Karen, Andrew wouldn't hurt a fly." "Would you, Andrew?" "That's right asshole, I was right there, right underneath your fuckin' nose." "So write an essay about that you pathetic piece of shit." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Piss!" "Titty!" "Tit!" "Fucker!" "Piss ass, fuckhole!" "You know I warned 'em." "Guess maybe now they wish they'd listened to me." "You know, if you don't want me here, you could just tell me." "You don't have to have me kidnapped!" "Andrew, I do want you here." "You're my son." "But not how you behave." "Not in my house." "My own mom." "My own mom tries to send me, her kid, to fuckin' Samoa." "Now Andrew, that's not what I wanted." "I know you don't understand now..." "No, you don't understand, Mom." "You don't understand what kind of hell I just went through because of you." "I know that you hate me." "But as your mother, I have to try." "I have to try even if that makes you hate me." "I love you that much, I do." "I don't hate you." "I just can't believe that you..." "Are they comin' here?" "No." "Don't lie to me, Mom." "Are they comin' here?" "I swear to God, I will kill one of them." "I will kill one of them, and I will kill myself." "Don't talk like that." "No, I swear to God!" "I will slice my throat before you send me back to that place." "So you better not fuckin' lie to me, you tell me right now, are they comin' back here?" "Andrew, I'm not gonna send my son to a place that can't even keep control of a 17 year old kid." "I'd feel better if you were here." "At least I'd know where you are." "They're not coming here, I promise you." "Hey, you want me to make you something to eat?" "Like what?" "Um, I have artichokes..." "Or breakfast." "I can make you breakfast." "No, that's alright." "Are you sure?" "I mean, I can make something." "We could have breakfast together." "No, I think I'm just gonna go eat with my friends." "Thanks." "What the hell is this?" "What?" "What do you mean what?" "What is this doin' out here?" "I thought it would be nice to have your father out here where I can see him, instead of tucked away in the living room where I hardly ever see him." "Quit sayin' him." "That's not him." "You're not seein' him." "That's his ashes, okay?" "It's not a trophy and it doesn't belong sitting' here, the first thing for everybody to see, right as you walk in the fuckin' front door." "Well, why do you care who sees?" "It's nothing for you to be ashamed of." "I'm not ashamed of anything." "I just don't want it sittin' out here, alright?" "That's not where you put something like that." "You know, your father had one simple request, that his ashes be sprinkled over the mountains in Sedona." "And as long as you refuse to do that..." "I'm not refusing, I just don't..." "I'm not ready yet, okay?" "Yes, I understand, and that's fine." "But until you're ready, and as long as my husband is here in this house with me, I'm gonna have him in a place where I can see him." "Right here?" "Yes." "First thing when you walk in the door?" "Hi, come on in, welcome to the house." "Here's my dad, he's dead." "He's in a box." "No, I..." "I don't think so." "No." "Put that down." "Put it down!" "No, I'm movin' it." "No, you're not!" "That's what happens when your dad's vice president of the friggin' Palms." "You turn 18, you get a suite." "So who's all gonna be up there?" "Mostly girls." "So many girls, man." "I mean, have you even seen this girl's friends?" "That's why I..." "I don't get why you wanna do this." "Why do you wanna bring sand to the beach?" "Seth, she's my friend." "I'll be right back." "Friend my ass, man." "He's so whooped, he can't even honk the horn." "He's gotta get out and walk up to the door." "Look at his ass." "Hey!" "Hey, you ready?" "Did you get my letter?" "No." "You sent me a letter?" "Yeah, I sent you a letter like the very first day you were gone." "No, they never gave it to me." "Are you drunk already?" "Wh... wh... what?" "Oh, looks like we hit." "Come on, Drew." "Come on, get the fuck outta here, man." "Fuck it." "Who gives a shit?" "Andrew, you'll get a DUI." "You know what?" "I came here to go to a fuckin' party, and that's exactly motherfuckly what I'm gonna do, alright?" "Hey, come on, let's fucking go." "...you know I haven't, but I've heard nothing but good things." "I hear it's really great." "Pay it like you see it." "Hey, there you go." "Real funny, asshole." "But aren't you dating Melissa Turkleson?" "No, not at all." "Why do people keep on sayin' that?" "She's just like my friend, that's all." "Like my damn sister." "Andrew!" "Hello, Palms Security?" "Oh my God!" "You've gotta get over here!" "There's a fight!" "Okay, calm down." "Please, get over here quick!" "Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to calm down." "You've gotta get over here!" "They're fighting, they're fighting!" "Where sir?" "On the north side of the hotel." "Behind valet." "Hurry!" "Alright." "That's right, go get 'em, you fucking idiots." "Andrew, slow down, okay?" "You don't have to drive so fast." "Relax man, this thing's built for the off-road." "Ain't that right, Seth?" "That's right." "Built for the off-road." "Oh fuck!" "Turn around!" "No way." "They'll chase us, man." "Everybody duck down, duck down!" "Get flat, get flat!" "Hold this joint!" "Hey, where's my little brother?" "Was he out here drinking with you guys?" "No, we haven't seen him." "I think that uh..." "I think he said he was goin' to his girl's house or somethin'." "Yeah well, you see him, you tell him he better get his ass home because he is in big trouble, and Mom is pissed off." "Holy shit, they bought it." "Oh my God." "Oh my God." "Well you know, technically, this does belong to my parents." "But, you know, I'm the oldest son so, you know how that goes, right?" "I like that bathing suit." "Oh, thanks." "Yeah, now that's nice." "What is that, silk?" "What is it, silk?" "Thank you." "So I bet Jessica was pretty pissed off when you didn't pick her up tonight." "She doesn't even know I'm back." "You didn't call her?" "How come?" "Because I called you." "You know that thing you told the cops?" "The thing about your brother or whatever you said..." "How'd you come up with that so quick?" "I don't know." "It just popped into my head, I guess." "See that?" "Do you have any idea what you could do with that mind, if you used it for anything besides getting out of trouble?" "Thank you, I think." "I mean, seriously, Andrew." "'Cause I don't think you do, you know?" "I don't..." "I don't think you've even touched on the potential that you have." "Yeah well, potentially you're gonna ruin this night so..." "See?" "I..." "I can't even..." "I can't even talk to you without you getting pissed." "I'll tell you something." "When you called me tonight, in a way, I was kind of sad that you're back." "'Cause that just means you're gonna be going back to your old ways, you know?" "Oh, so you want me in fuckin' Samoa then." "No, I don't want you in fucking Samoa." "I just want you to get your act together." "I care about you, Andrew." "And so does your mom." "Oh, my mom now." "Listen, don't you tell me about..." "And that's another thing." "What are you doin' talkin' to my mom so much for?" "What is your problem?" "Your mom and I are friends." "Yeah?" "Well normal people don't do that." "Matter of fact, that's pretty fuckin' weird." "There's a lot that goes on that she doesn't tell you, that you don't know." "Yeah well, I know enough." "Look, this may come as a surprise to you..." "Your mom, she told me that she was gonna have you sent to that place." "What?" "You know Andrew, you have people in your life that care about you..." "Shut up!" "You shut up." "Listen to me." "Don't call me, don't talk to me." "I don't wanna see you." "You just stay the fuck away from me, alright, you fuckin' bitch?" "You fuckin' bitch!" "I fuckin' hate you." "You make me fuckin' sick." "Andrew." "Drew, where you goin', man?" "She fuckin' knew, and she didn't say shit!" "What the fuck's that mean?" "Yo man, don't let him drive." "He's too fucked up." "That sign, you mean that?" "Oh, yes, sir." "You better believe it." "I'm always lookin' for work." "You wanna wash this truck?" "Shoot, I'll spit shine that sucker, make it look brand new." "Get in." "Say, I sure appreciate this." "My name's Gabe." "Andrew." "Well, nice to meet you, Andrew." "Ooh man, this is some nice truck you got here." "I bet your daddy got this for you, didn't he?" "My dad's dead." "I'm sorry to hear that, Andrew." "You want a beer, Gabe?" "Oh yeah, thank you." "Yeah, I sure could use a beer right now." "Thank you, Andrew." "Cheers, man." "Cheers, Andrew." "I had a whole fuckin' bucket of cleaning supplies in here, and now who knows what the hell she did with any of it." "Oh, that's alright Andrew." "All I need is a wet cloth, and I'll clean it right up for you." "You know what?" "Screw washin' the damn truck." "Oh no, I promised ya I'd wash it for ya, and I'm gonna wash it for ya, Andrew." "I really want to." "I know you do." "Don't worry about it." "Yeah, it ain't easy." "It's true." "Yeah, why is that man?" "I mean for some people, why does everything always gotta be so unfair?" "That's a good question." "I'm afraid God's the only one who can answer that one." "Yeah, I don't know about all that." "I mean, I used to believe that." "I just don't see how if there was a God, how could he let so much..." "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding, and He will direct your path." "You got a Bible verse memorized for it, and everything, huh?" "There's another one you ought to hear." "It's better to put it in the belly of a whore, than on the ground." "I'm just screwin' with ya." "But it does say that though." "For real, it says that?" "Yeah." "It's better to put it in the belly of a whore?" "Yeah." "But I wouldn't take that word for word." "I think it just means, you know, don't be jerkin' off too much, that's all." "Oh." "I never jerk off." "I mean, I have but nowadays, I never do." "Oh, I believe you." "Seriously, I don't." "Hey, hey, I..." "I didn't say you do." "You and your daddy were pretty close, weren't you?" "What?" "Your daddy." "You and him were really close." "I figured as much." "We did everything together." "And you took it pretty hard, huh?" "Boy, your daddy was always real proud of you." "That's all I ever wanted to do." "You still can." "You still can." "He sees you." "He's watchin' down over you right now." "And you gonna see your daddy again." "One day you gonna be with your daddy." "I miss him so much." "I know." "I know." "I miss him so much." "I know, I know you do." "I miss him so much." "I miss my dad." "I miss my dad." "I miss my dad." "I know." "Are you sure you won't stay at my house tonight?" "We have a guest room." "You could take a shower." "No, no Andrew, that's okay." "But thank you." "Thank you for the offer." "I wanna give you some money then." "Oh no Andrew, no, no." "Yes, yes Gabe." "You are takin' this money, and I'm not takin' no for an answer." "Thank you, Andrew." "I promise you this won't be forgotten." "Hey Andrew, do me a favor." "Be a little nicer to your mom." "She loves you." "Okay." "Mom!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Take it easy." "Hey, remember me?" "What'd you think I was just gonna forget about ya, huh?" "You little punk." "Get him out." "Yes sir." "Easy, easy." "Here, come around this way." "Watch his feet." "Watch his feet!" "I'm trying, he won't..." "Swing him, swing him around." "Listen to me!" "Steve, shut up, listen to me!" "Swing him towards me now." "Alright." "You know, when we were chasin' you kids," "I could tell which tracks were yours." "No kiddin'." "Yours were about this far apart from everybody else's." "Wrong way." "What's that?" "Wrong way, he says." "Wrong way, huh?" "Where do you think we're goin', Andrew?" "Brightway?" "No, you're gonna wish you were goin' to Brightway." "We're goin' to the airport." "You've got a little plane to catch." "Here you go, sir." "You're gonna change planes in Hawaii." "Security will meet you at the gate." "My advice when you get to Samoa, don't get off on the wrong foot like you did with us." "You'll see what I'm talkin' about real quick." "Six months will go by just like that." "You'll be home before you know it." "Oh." "You know, I almost forgot." "I got somethin' for ya." "This came awhile ago, and normally we don't give patients letters from their girlfriends, but..." "I thought you should have that one." "And I tell ya what." "I'd hang on to that one, she cares about you." "Andrew." "You make the best of this." "So uh..." "Bein' a security guard, you been doin' that for awhile then?" "Yeah man, about 12 years." "Twelve years, really?" "Wow." "Bet you must of seen..." "Bet you must of seen a lot of action then." "Oh yeah man, I seen a lot of action." "Hey, slow down for a sec, will ya, man?" "What's the problem, man?" "As... asthma." "I need my... my medicine." "Alright, where is it?" "Where's your medicine?" "It's in my other bag." "Ah, shit!" "Well the test shows he's been receiving 100% oxygen, so we can definitely rule out the possibility of an asthma attack." "Well, what do you think it was then?" "Well, do you think there's a possibility he may be faking it?" "So you were faking' it, huh?" "What do you think you accomplished?" "You're still goin'." "You're on the next flight out, first thing in the morning." "And guess where you're spending' the night?" "Where, at your mom's house?" "Right here, funny guy." "Handcuffed to the bed." "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you." "Can I help you, sir?" "Ah, yeah." "I'm here to visit my friend." "He's a..." "He's a patient here." "I'm sorry, visiting hours are over for everyone aside from immediate family of the patients." "Are you serious?" "I just drove all the way down here." "I just wanna say hi to him, real quick, it'll just be a minute." "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid you'll have to come back tomorrow during regular visiting hours." "You know, I think that might be the stupidest thing that" "I think I've ever heard." "Sir, you're going to have to leave now." "Alright, whatever." "I'm outta here, alright?" "Mom?" "Yeah?" "What happened, you know?" "I don't know, honey." "I don't know." "You remember how it used to be?" "Do you remember that?" "Oh, Andrew." "I wanna make it better, Mom." "We can make things better." "Andrew, you have problems." "You do." "I know, Mom." "I know I do." "You do?" "Yeah." "Well, then what is it?" "What can I do?" "I just want to help you." "Yeah." "You know, Mom?" "There's some things you need to work on, too." "Andrew, we're not talking about me." "Yeah, I know." "But there's some things you need to work on, too." "Like what?" "Like the drugs." "Andrew, I am not taking any drugs." "See that?" "I can't even talk to you, Mom." "You can't even admit it, and that's why things are never gonna get better." "Goodbye, Mom." "No Andrew please, wait." "Wait." "Andrew!" "Alright." "Okay." "Sometimes I..." "I might take more than what's prescribed for me." "More than what's..." "Who are you talking to?" "It's me, okay." "Well, what do you want from me?" "Huh?" "I don't know what to do." "And all you do is yell at me." "I'm..." "I'm trying..." "I'm..." "I'm just..." "Mom, listen to me." "If you let me come home, we can make things better." "We can make things better, Mom." "Oh Andrew, I wish I could believe you." "Yes, this is Dan." "Hey." "I got your letter." "Well, will you be able to graduate?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I can still graduate." "Just gotta take a couple of correspondence courses." "That and get just about straight A's next semester." "You should be able to pull that off." "Yeah, hopefully." "Although I think that the GPA's pretty much beyond repair." "Who cares?" "If you're not gonna go to college, it doesn't matter what your GPA is." "The important thing is that you can still graduate." "Yeah, actually I was thinking about that." "You were thinking about what?" "Well you know, I was..." "I was thinking..." "What if I went up to Salt Lake with you?" "And then maybe enrolled in a JC or somethin'." "Then, you know, maybe after a couple semesters..." "I don't know." "I think that's a really good idea." "Yeah?" "Okay, well I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow then?" "Yeah, or just call me when you get home." "Yeah." "If you want." "Okay." "Nicole." "Do you have everything?" "I mean, your purse or..." "Goodnight." "Goodnight." "Okay, no, no really." "Don't get Andrew, don't get Andrew." "What's the matter, honey, you can't sleep?" "No." "Well, I'll turn the TV off." "No, that's okay." "You don't have to turn it off." "I think I'm just gonna go for a little drive." "I'll be back in a little while, okay?" "Yeah, okay." "Dear God, I know I haven't prayed in awhile." "And I know I've done some pretty bad stuff." "And I'm sorry for all of it." "But if you could..." "Could you just let my dad know that I miss him?" "And that I love him?" "Tell him I think about him every day." "Just let him know that I'm gonna be okay." "Could you do that for me, please?" "Dad?" "If you can hear me, I miss you, man." "I miss you so much." "Do you remember when we used to come up here?" "You remember that?" "You always used to love it up here." "It was always your favorite." "And we used to have Thanksgiving up here, and you cooked the turkey." "You used to cook the turkey." "Dad, I miss you so much." "Why'd you go?" "Why'd you go?" "Why'd you leave me, Dad?" "I love you, Dad." "I love you so much." "I'll never forget you, Dad." "I want you to know that I will never forget you." "And I'm gonna make you proud." "I promise you Dad, I'm gonna make you proud." "And I'm gonna live a good life." "And I'm gonna make you proud." "I won't let you down, Dad." "I'm gonna make you proud."