Charcoal Skies (2022) Movie Script
1
(camera shutter snaps)
(melancholic piano music)
- As we have discussed
previously, Justin
is agoraphobic.
A condition I've explained
and given you information on.
But I feel the need to add
a diagnosis of
schizotypal disorder.
- Schizotypal?
So just what exactly
does that mean?
- Ah, schizotypal.
It's a mental disorder.
Usually appears in late
teens and early adulthood,
but sometimes it can
manifest in childhood.
- Okay, so?
- Well, a person with
schizotypal disorder,
they tend to isolate themselves.
They may exhibit atypical
social behavior patterns
and paranoid ideations.
- He locks himself in his room,
is obsessed with
becoming, you know,
the world's next Van Gogh.
- Does Justin ever leave
the house on his own?
You know, without coaxing?
- He does have an elderly
lady he goes and sees often.
You know, she's a kind
of a crackpot, but nice.
She used to be a teacher,
so she helps him with
his homeschool lessons,
and you know, lets him
stay there when I'm out.
She's one of the few people
he feels comfortable with.
- How would you characterize
yourself as a mother?
Are you loving? Nurturing?
- This isn't the part
of the conversation
where you're gonna pull that...
"It's all the mother's
fault" business, is it?
Because if it is,
I can tell you,
I busted my ass for that kid.
I had him when I was 16!
And you can't just, no!
- Please. Don't
misunderstand me.
These are important
questions, not accusations.
The best case scenario is that
he will simply outgrow this.
He's very healthy,
for the most part.
He just takes certain
behaviors to the extreme.
I mean, having
interviewed him privately,
he has a firm grip on reality.
The behaviors he exhibits
are just coping mechanisms,
to help him work through
the things that disturb him
and make him quiet.
- You said best case scenario.
So let's hear the worst.
- Okay.
Occasionally, and very rarely,
schizotypal disorder can
progress into schizophrenia.
I mean, Justin is
eccentric for his age,
but he's grounded in reality.
Schizophrenics, they lose
touch with reality altogether.
They hear voices that
are very real to them.
As real as a conversation you
and I are having right now.
- So what you're saying is,
he's just kind of nuts now,
but on his way to
being even more nuts?
- Please, hear me out.
I think we can treat him with
cognitive behavior therapy.
- Let's go with this
worst case scenario.
Let's say my son
goes bobo loony!
Then what?
- I know of a wonderful
inpatient facility
for children with this disorder.
- Two grand to
get to this point?
Shit!
- [David] Miss Travers, please.
- Let's go!
Now!
Come on!
- Ow, God.
- [Deena] Let's go!
- [Justin] Take it easy!
- Your father was nuts!
My mother, your
grandmother was nuts!
Your Aunt Joanie is nuts,
your cousin Suzette, nuts.
You don't get to
be crazy, Justin.
There has to be a normal gene
in our gene pool somewhere!
- But Mom-
- No, you don't get
to be crazy, Justin.
You just don't.
God damn it!
- Hurry up, Mom.
- I'm coming.
Piece of shit.
(car doors slam)
(somber ambient music)
Justin.
Justin, wait.
I wanna talk to you.
(dog barks)
Justin!
Justin, wait.
Wait!
I wanna talk to you.
Wait!
I wanna talk to...
Justin.
(knocking)
Justin!
(upbeat band music)
I swear to God, you
turn that shit down.
I have something to say,
and you are gonna hear it.
Off!
Now this is how it's
gonna go down tomorrow.
I have a lot to do
in the afternoon,
so I'm gonna let
you off at the park.
- [Justin] Oh hell no!
- Justin!
I swear to God, this shit stops.
If you continue to
behave this way,
I'm taking away all
your art supplies,
all your posters and your iPod.
All your traveling,
psychology magazines.
- [Justin] Go away!
- That's it.
You open the door right now,
or I'm taking it off the hinges.
I'm going to get
the screwdriver.
One, two...
Now that's better.
Let me see your face.
Okay, look, we are
gonna take baby steps.
You can take your art
box and your iPod.
I don't expect you
to make friends yet,
but you can at least
be around other kids.
You cooperate and you
get to keep your door,
and all your stuff.
Deal?
(door slams)
Jesus Christ.
(calming music)
- Vinny.
Vinny, are you there?
- [Vincent] Greetings,
my young protege.
Are you having
trouble sleeping also?
- Yeah.
You need sleep?
- Of course.
Your soul does not lose
its need to be replenished.
- Oh.
- I have been
fascinating on something,
perhaps you could
be of assistance.
I'm planning a trip in
the future to the Louvre,
and I would like to
perform, how shall I say,
some harmless little pranks?
So, shall I tilt the Mona Lisa?
Or shall I have security's pants
suddenly come loose and
fall about his ankles?
(Vincent chuckles)
- I think you should do both.
- Perhaps I shall.
what's on your
mind, this glooming?
- Well, I'm kind of
embarrassed to say.
- Well, you know you can share
your inner most
thoughts with me.
How does the saying go?
Dead men tell no tales.
- That's not a
saying, it's a book.
- Mm. Thank you for
the astute correction.
But what is concerning you?
- Mom's making me go
to the park tomorrow.
- What could be more delightful
than a day at the park
for an 11 year old boy?
- You know why.
- Mm, well.
Sometimes we must
just face our fears.
What would life be like if
we never had the courage
to attempt anything?
- I'm not scared.
- [Vincent] Mm, if not
trepidation, than what?
- I just like it better here
with my things, and you.
- And I too greatly enjoy our
time together, Master Justin.
But it remains a
curiosity what deters you
from seeking the companionship
of children your own age.
- [Justin] I don't know,
it just doesn't feel right.
- Justin?
(knocking)
Justin.
- What, Mom?
- [Deena] Who the hell
are you talking to?
- Nobody.
- Exactly.
Now settle down and go to sleep.
- We can converse
later, my young protege.
But remember, what
would life be like
if we never had the courage
to attempt anything?
- Justin, are you
going to sleep?
- [Justin] How can I go to
sleep when you keep yelling?
- You're as mouthy as
your dad used to be.
Justin, remember what I
said about all your stuff?
I don't wanna hear
one more peep.
You're gonna go to
the park tomorrow,
and you're gonna have
a wonderful time.
Life would be easier if I
had a kid I could ground.
Justin, let's go!
Come on!
Could you walk any slower?
Let's go, chop chop!
Did you remember to
bring your inhaler?
- Yeah, I got it.
- Speak up, Justin.
And stop that damn mumbling.
I asked you if you
brought your inhaler.
- What does it matter?
You won't be around to see
if I have an asthma
attack or not.
- Don't pull that shit with me,
and knock it off
with the guilt trip.
Do you have it or not?
- Are you happy now?
- Yeah.
(lighthearted radio music)
Carla is such a little
sweetheart, ugh.
You know, she lives
close to Aggie.
Maybe you could
visit her sometime.
I bet she gets lonely.
- She's a freak.
- Why? Because
she's handicapped?
- No, I don't think she's a
freak because she's handicapped.
I think she's a freak because
she's not handicapped.
- What do you mean
she's not handicapped?
She can't walk,
for Christ's sake.
- She can walk.
- Are you saying she's
faking being crippled?
- She's not exactly faking it.
- What the hell are
you talking about then?
- She had a conversion reaction.
- A what?
- A conversion reaction.
It's when you don't wanna
deal with something,
and you don't wanna
think about it,
and that problem transfers
to a physical problem.
- Where the hell did
you get that garbage?
Ugh.
(car honks)
God damn it.
Yards and parks to play in,
they gotta run in the street.
Anyway, what kind of crap
are you talking about?
- I read about it in my
21st Psychology magazine.
She can walk with
the proper therapy.
- Proper therapy.
Concentrate on your
own therapy, Justin.
And if I'm gonna continue
to give you an allowance,
you need to order more
age appropriate stuff.
And I know with all the crap
that's probably building
up in your room,
I know well that you are
playing on Aggie's sympathies.
You know, it's not right to let
that old lady give you money
for a bunch of
off the wall shit.
- Well, Aggie's smart.
She agrees with me about Carla.
She told me.
- Justin.
It is just plain strange that
you're an 11 year old boy,
and you spend your
time gossiping with
that old busybody.
It's weird.
Now, I want you to stay
here at least an hour.
After that, you can walk
home and drop in on Aggie.
- Walk home?
Why the hell can't
you pick me up?
- I told you, I
have things to do.
- Like what?
- Like go to the store and
fill out job applications.
- I don't know my way home.
- Justin.
You know this neighborhood
like the back of your hand.
- I think I'm gonna
hyperventilate.
- Ha!
- The hell is so damn funny?
- You.
You are not getting out of this.
Look, there's an
empty picnic bench.
Take your art box, go sit
down, and draw something.
- Fine.
(car door slams)
(kids yelling)
(calming radio music)
(Deena sighs)
- [Woman] Would
you like a drink?
- [Man] Oh yeah, that's my girl.
- [Woman] Oh!
(woman moans)
- [Man] You stay right...
(cell phone buzzes)
- Sonny.
- [Sonny] Hello, birthday boy.
Is this the call to thank me?
- Thank you for what?
- [Sonny] The birthday
gift I sent you.
Has it arrived?
- No, man.
I didn't have time
to go to my mailbox.
- [Sonny] Oh, it's way too
big to fit in your mailbox.
It'll be delivered
to your front door.
- Yeah, whatever man.
This chick you
hired, she stinks.
- [Sonny] Huh? Who stinks?
- This....
Sierra Love chick.
It's a pain in the ass
editing this stuff.
- [Sonny] Not enjoying it, kid?
- Are you kidding me?
She can't act.
- [Sonny] Rocket, think
about what you doing.
- I am.
I wrote a good plot
with a decent storyline,
and this chick blows.
- [Sonny] Mm.
Isn't that the point?
- Screw you, Sonny.
Sex is secondary here.
- [Sonny] Rocket, you think our
fans are looking for a plot?
Get a grip.
Listen.
We're not trying to make
Sundance worthy projects here.
What the hell's wrong
with you, birthday boy?
(papers crunching)
(knocking)
- Who is it?
- Open the door and
close your eyes,
Rocket, sweetie, you're
in for a big surprise.
(knocking)
- Oh, what the hell.
Yeah, yeah, I'm
coming, I'm coming.
(door slams)
- Happy birthday, from Sonny.
(party favor beeps)
I'm Bambi.
What's wrong, handsome?
Cat got your tongue?
- Yeah, something like that.
Sorry, I wasn't
expecting company.
- Looks like you could
use a woman around here
to take care of you.
You like champagne?
- A little early, sweetheart.
Well...
How long are you
gonna be here for?
- As long as you
want, birthday boy.
Sonny said you've
got a running tab.
His treat.
- Good ol' Sonny.
- So, what's your pleasure?
- You know what
would be really sexy?
- What's that, handsome?
- If you went into the kitchen
in that cute little
number you're wearing...
- Mhm.
- Got the sink full of suds-
- Oh, I like the
way you're thinking.
- And did the dishes for me.
- Your wish is my command.
- Hey, look at this kid.
Let's get him.
Hey, little girl.
What you got in the box?
- Loser!
- None of your damn business.
That's what I got in the box.
- Oh man, he means business.
- Ooh!
- Get away from me!
- What's this?
Drawing something
pretty for your mama?
- I don't think she'll like it.
How about you start over?
- Oh, are you gonna cry?
(sink runs)
- You're doing a
really good job.
You'll make a
wonderful wife someday.
You ever do any modeling?
- Oh yeah, all the time.
You know, I just
got back from Paris
on this shoot for
the cover of Cosmo.
- You got kind of a
smart mouth on you.
I like that in a lady.
Keeps things interesting.
(intense music)
(kids chattering)
(Justin breathes heavily)
(Deena sobs)
Hey.
I know I've been kind
of ignoring you, I...
- I don't do this.
- Don't do?
- This.
- My son.
He's sick.
(cell phone rings)
(Deena sobs)
I think someone is calling.
- It can wait.
- [Deena] Maybe it's important.
- Just one sec.
Yeah, Sonny?
- [Sonny] Hey, Rocket.
You don't have one
actress, Leslie Jones?
Well, word on the
street is that she's 15!
- What? How could
you let this happen?
- [Sonny] It's not my
fault! She said she was 21.
She looks 21, she acts 21.
She gave me her ID.
- Jesus Christ.
'Cause nobody's ever
used a fake ID before.
You shady son of a...
You said everything was
gonna be above board.
No druggies, nobody underage,
we're running a
legitimate business.
Ring any bells?
- [Sonny] It is legit!
- Have we filmed
anything with her yet?
- [Sonny] No.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Good, if she comes
by the studio,
we'll tell her to kick rocks.
I'll head down there right now
and do some damage control.
Listen, I'm sorry.
I gotta...
- No, it's fine.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Hey, what's your real name?
I know it's not Bambi.
- It's Deena.
(Rocket exhales)
- Aw, you little crybaby.
(kids teasing)
Are you gonna cry?
- Not so fast, you
little piece of shit.
And the rest of you
better not move.
What's going on here? Huh?
What'd he do to you?
Now you skinny little assholes
get down on your
hands and knees,
and pick that shit up.
You too.
Every damn bit of it.
That's better.
Now, you little punks, y'all
apologize to this young man.
I can't hear you. Speak up.
- [Kids] Sorry.
- Mhm.
Now, we're let it go, this time.
But if I ever, and I mean ever,
witness some shit
like this again,
I'm gonna go to every
single one of your houses
and I'm gonna tell your parents
what a bunch of little
assholes you are.
And if they don't
whip y'all ass,
then I'll gladly do it for 'em.
'Cause Wishbone Devon,
he don't really like to
tell nobody nothing twice.
You got it?
I don't think I heard you.
- Yes, sir.
- Mhm.
Get y'all sorry asses home.
I walk past here every day,
and I don't wanna see y'all
ugly faces no time soon.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Don't you pay
those kids no mind.
Look, they ain't
nothing but punks.
Just little punks, that's all.
Yo, hold up.
Ooh!
You draw this?
- Yes, sir.
- Wow.
And you didn't
trace it or nothing?
- [Justin] No, sir.
That's cheating.
- Wow.
What's your name,
kid? How old are you?
- My name's Justin Travers,
and I just turned 11.
My mom got me that art
box for my birthday.
- Well, Mr. Justin, she sure
did pick out the right gift.
You ever sell any
of your drawings?
- No, sir.
- Could I buy this?
- It's ruined.
- Oh!
That ain't nothing a little
Scotch tape can't fix.
Look at this, Tania.
Isn't this cool?
Mm, let's see.
How much would you take for it?
- Oh, it's okay.
If you really like it,
you could just have it.
- Nope, mm-mm.
No, sir.
You're gonna be a huge,
famous artist one day,
and that would be
taking advantage of you.
Let's see.
Well, I'm a little bit
short on cash today.
Would you take $5 for it?
- [Justin] Sure.
- Yeah.
Hey, you just sold your
first piece of artwork.
How's that feel?
- Good.
- Where you live, kid?
You want me and Tania
to walk you home?
- No, it's okay.
I just live over
on Dowling Street.
- Dowling Street, huh?
You wouldn't happen
to know a lady
named Aggie Langford, would you?
- Sure, she's a
good friend of mine.
(Wishbone chuckles)
- Well, you just tell her that
Wishbone Devon says hello.
And kid, you do me a favor.
If anybody ever
bothers you again,
you tell 'em Wishbone
Devon will hunt them down
and kick they ass.
They'll know who I am.
Come on, baby.
- Hey, Daddy, don't you
like any of my drawings?
- I love your drawings, baby.
- You don't give me any money.
- That's 'cause I'm your daddy.
You give 'em to me for free.
- Oh.
- [Wishbone] Oh.
(Wishbone chuckles)
(engine revs)
Heavy shackles used
to hold me down
Now my feet don't
even hit the ground
Just like a prisoner
at a sentencing
All my dreams
are coming true
I think
(dreamlike music)
(Aggie breathes heavily)
Now my dreams
are coming true
(dog barks)
(knocking)
- Oh, hold your horses.
Hey, I didn't expect
you until tomorrow.
- Guess what, Aggie?
I went to the park alone.
- That's wonderful.
- Well, I didn't want to.
Mom made me.
She said it for my own good.
- How did it go?
- Well, not so good at first.
- [Aggie] Well, what happened?
- This group of kids attacked me
and broke a bunch of
stuff in my art box.
- [Aggie] Oh, no.
- It's okay, Aggie.
This guy that came by the park
with his little girl helped me.
He even bought one of
my drawings for $5.
- That's wonderful.
- He says he knows you.
His name's Wishbone Devon.
- Sweet Jesus.
Wishbone Devon?
Go inside, I got a
surprise for you.
It was many years ago.
He was one of my
foster children.
Just a little boy,
no younger than you.
He was a sweet little man.
So timid when he
first came to me.
(Aggie chuckles)
Scared of his own shadow.
- He sure doesn't
act like that now.
- You know, I adored
that little guy.
Then my husband got sick,
and the social
worker who came by
to visit the kids
once in a while
said it was just too much for me
to take care of my
husband and the children
at the same time.
- So, what happened to Wishbone?
- Well, you know, he was
sent to a foster home,
and another and another.
I tried to keep tabs on him,
but he just got
lost in the system.
It's just sad how that happens.
Well, how about
I make you lunch?
Or are you full of lemon bars?
- No, it's okay.
I kinda wanna go home, 'cause
I'm working on something.
- School work, I hope.
You want me to walk with you?
- No, I'll be okay.
(calming piano music)
Mom?
Mom, you here?
- I'm up here, Justin.
I'll be right down.
Well, hey you.
So, how did it go?
- It was okay.
- [Deena] What'd you do?
- Well, I set up at
the bench and I drew.
- Well, did you
make any friends?
- Yeah, a couple.
- Well, do you think you
might like to go back?
- Maybe.
Hey, do you know a guy name...
(phone rings)
- Hang on.
Hello?
Oh, hi, Gina.
You know, actually, I was
just thinking about you.
I'll call you back, okay?
No, I gotta make Justin
something to eat.
Okay, yeah, no,
I'll call you back.
Okay, thanks.
Bye.
All right, yeah,
I'll let you know.
All right, thanks.
Okay, bye.
- So, at first I thought
he felt sorry for me
because of those
asshole in the park,
but I saw his face, and
his little girl's face.
- Her name is Tania,
and I think they really
like my drawings.
- Of course they did.
How could you feel
anything otherwise?
Remember who your mentor is.
So tell me about this
man, your new friend.
- Oh.
His name is Wishbone.
- [Vincent] That's
a very curious name.
- Well, that's just a nickname.
His real name is Clarence.
- We feel lonely
from time to time,
long for people, and
sing to ourselves.
We should be quite different,
and meet a friend
and say to ourselves,
"This could be the one."
But there's much self
deception in this longing.
If we yield to it too much, it
could lead us from the road.
- So you think I shouldn't
be friends with him?
- [Vincent] Quite the contrary.
What I'm saying is you
should make many friends.
- But I don't wanna
make a lot of friends.
Shh.
(calming music)
(people chattering)
(bell rings)
- [Jack] There's a
sight for sore eyes.
- [Deena] Hi, Jack.
- How you been?
- Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Yeah, how's Justy?
- Justin's moody as ever.
You know, holed up in
his room all the time
drawing and dreaming.
- Hey, you.
How you doin'?
Come here, let me
buy you a drink.
What are you drinking?
- Um, you know
what? Just a soda.
I'm here about a job.
- Jack.
Can you get her a soda, and
put it on my tab, please?
- So, how did it go?
You know, that
problem at your work.
- It blew over.
It always does.
- Well, that's good.
- How's your boy?
- My boy?
- Yeah.
He doesn't have cancer, does he?
- No, cancer, no.
- You said he was sick,
I don't know, my head-
- Oh, oh, well, he's sick,
but he's not sick sick.
You know?
Not like that, at least.
(Justin chuckles)
- What kinda homework
are you doing?
Whatever it is, it sure
is making you happy.
- Um, science.
- Now, mister.
You know I have a
rule in this house.
School work first.
And then...
Hm.
- [Justin] Do you
think it's good?
- I think it's very good.
Who you drawing a picture of?
- It's Tania, the little
girl from the park.
(plates clanging)
(catchy instrumental music)
- Ah, Tanny.
What did daddy tell you
about standing on that couch?
- It's a balance beam, Daddy.
I'm gonna be a gymnast.
- Yeah, that's a real
fine dream, baby.
But you won't be a gymnast
if you fall off of there
and break your little legs.
You said you wanted to
be an artist, right?
I don't know maybe that's
a little safer for you.
- I want to do both.
- And what do you plan to
do with it when you're done?
- I was thinking of
getting Wishbone's address
and sending it to
him as a present.
- Well, I think that's
very sweet, baby.
But I also think need to
concentrate on your schoolwork
at the moment.
- I know, I just have
one more thing to add.
Can I finish it, Aggie?
Please?
- All right.
15 minutes, and that's it.
- Thank you, Aggie.
- [Aggie] Mhm.
- Hey, Jack.
Do you have any
jobs open available?
I just got laid off.
- Oh honey, I'm so sorry.
I wish I had known.
Missy quit to go to Brooklyn,
and I just filled her
position this morning, so.
But people come and people
go, so I tell you what.
I'll let you know first
thing if something comes up.
All right?
- All right, thanks.
I'm willing to do anything.
- You keep your chin up,
and I'll check around.
- [Deena] Thanks.
- Hey, Daddy, what are
you making for supper?
- Chicken, mashed
potatoes, and carrots.
- Yuck. I want spaghetti.
- Well, future gold medalists,
they ain't gonna
survive on no spaghetti.
Now get down from there.
Tania Agnes Devon, you are
trying daddy's patience.
Now for the last time,
quit messing around and
get off of that couch!
- Okay, Daddy.
But I gotta dismount.
(intense hiphop music)
(gun fires)
- Tania.
Help!
Tania.
Tania. Tania.
Come on.
(Wishbone cries)
Tania, come on, baby.
Come on, wake up.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
(heart thumps)
- Oh my God!
- Somebody help!
- Please, somebody help us!
Oh my God!
(woman sobs)
Oh my God.
- [Rocket] Let's make a toast.
- What are we toasting?
- To the future, and to
all good things to come.
And to Deena and Rocket,
who met under the
strangest of circumstances.
- Is your real
name really Rocket?
- William.
I know, kind of boring.
- No, I mean, it's
rather digni...
Hey, what'd you do to your hand?
Oh my God.
- I was kind of
a klutz as a kid.
- A six year old girl has died
following a drive-by
shooting, officials said.
The victim, Tania
Devon, was found dead-
- Piece of shit.
Six years old.
- [Reporter] Around 6:30 PM.
- Do you know them?
- Wishbone and I
were friends as kids.
- What happened?
- Nothing. We both just
went our separate ways.
Neither one of them good.
- Ah, God, this makes me sick.
- I gotta get out of here.
Take care.
- [Reporter] I did speak
with the police chief
and she said that
there were no leads
and no suspects at this time,
and urged anyone who
witnessed the incident
or has information,
to please contact
the department.
- Aggie, can you walk me home?
- Sure, baby.
- Thanks.
(melancholic rock music)
Watch us fade
Watch us fade
Yeah, 'cause they're
playing on a witness
Watch us fall
and profit on us
Rain and storms
and hurricanes
Forest fires and earthquakes
And watch us
Quick to say
what's on our mind
We're scared to
take it any higher
Fall in line or step aside
Clearly such a suicide
Now watch us fade
Watch us fade
Watch us fade
- Vinny.
Vinny, where are you?
Oh, there you are. I
thought you were mad at me.
- Oh, greetings, my protege.
Why would you feel
I was disconcerted?
- I thought you might've
seen my magazine
about Renoir and got mad.
- Renoir.
There is no anger in
the ethereal world.
What is it that's bothering
you, my confidant?
- I feel so ashamed.
- What is it that shames you?
- I didn't do anything.
I just feel stupid
because I cry a lot.
Men shouldn't cry.
- Ah.
There's no shame in emotions.
That's what the creations
of the greatest artists
are born of.
- I guess you're right.
(somber music)
I don't get why somebody
would do that, Aggie.
You shouldn't do
nothing to nobody.
- I know, baby.
But, well...
It's just a damn
shame when someone
has to pay for the
sins of their father's.
- You mean Wishbone?
- Oh, no, no.
There's an old saying.
"Things that happen now
started a long time ago."
You know, things that
got a hold on people.
And well, it's very complicated.
- Nothing should be
complicated enough
to kill a little girl.
Any asshole should be
able to figure that out.
- [Aggie] I know, baby. I know.
- Aggie.
- Hm?
- Do you keep things
locked up around here?
Your door?
Do you keep that
locked up at night?
- Of course.
Are you worried about me?
Justin, I want you
to listen to me.
I've lived here my
whole adult life.
It's never been a very nice
neighborhood, but it's my home.
Nobody bothered me then,
nobody bothers me now.
I'm just an old woman with
a house full of things
that mean nothing
to nobody but me.
And I refuse to be
afraid of the men
who were little boys I love.
Okay?
(Aggie chuckles)
I got something for ya.
I remembered that you love
nostalgia and old photos.
And I ran across
these the other day.
- Is this you?
- It sure is.
- Wow.
How long ago was this?
- Oh, it was many,
many years ago.
I was 18 years old.
That's a scene from an off
Broadway play in New York City.
I was a member of Gabby's Girls.
The only African American
gal in the bunch.
Mhm.
- How long were you a dancer?
- Well, not long.
The love of a man took
over the love of dance.
- How were the white ladies?
Were they nice?
- Well, they were
very nice at first.
I was the underdog, and they
took me up under their wings.
They were sweet as pie,
until they found out
how well I could dance.
And then I became one
of them colored bitches,
among other things.
(Aggie chuckles)
(punching bags thudding)
(Wishbone grunts)
(Wishbone shouts)
- Tyson's at the park.
- He there right now?
- Right now.
- Yeah, right now?
- Come on, man.
- Let's go.
- Get outta here, you punks.
Wishbone.
Don't do it, man.
Don't do it.
Remember what the man said?
If you're gonna go
looking for revenge,
you better dig two graves.
Do not make things worse
than they already are.
- How can anything be
worse than it already is?
Huh?
In three days, I got family
flying in from New York.
And guess what?
It ain't gon' be
no family reunion.
I'm burying my beautiful
six year old baby girl,
who never did one damn thing,
except for try to bring
joy to everyone she met.
She was trying-
- Look, Wishbone.
Wishbone, look.
Listen to me.
Look, I can't even
pretend to understand
what you're feeling right now.
- You got that right.
And I hope you never
do know how that feels.
- Don't do it.
Wishbone!
Wishbone, don't do it!
- [Justin] There's
nothing but crap in here.
- There's plenty of
canned stuff in there.
You can microwave something.
- [Justin] That's all crap too.
God, Mom.
It's like you don't
even give a shit.
- Sometimes you make it
hard to give a shit, Justin.
- What are you
doing there anyway?
- I'm trying to pay the bills.
- [Justin] What?
- Sit down. I want to talk
to you about something.
Come on, sit down.
As soon as I get a job,
I'm gonna be working
a lot of overtime.
- Why?
- [Deena] I wanna save
as much money as I can.
- Why?
What are you gonna buy?
- [Deena] I'm not gonna
buy anything, Justin.
As soon as I can get
a little bit ahead,
we're gonna pack up the truck,
and we're getting
the hell outta here.
- Well, maybe you are,
but I'm staying here.
- [Deena] Justin.
You don't even like it here.
I mean, we could go anywhere.
We could go somewhere warm
somewhere, somewhere peaceful.
Some nice little town somewhere.
- I said I'm not going anywhere!
- Justin.
- [Justin] I'll just
go live with Aggie.
- Justin. I know
that you're mad,
but you can't live with Aggie.
Aggie is an eccentrical lady.
You can't live with her
the rest of your life.
You know, watching old
movies and listening to jazz
and having her give you the
gossip of the neighborhood.
That's another reason why
I think we should leave.
- That "eccentric old
lady" as you call her
happens to have more
class in her little finger
than you'll ever have
in your entire body.
Oh, what's that?
You wanna leave off
for another town
'cause you used up all
the men in this one?
(intense music)
- Justin! Justin!
(intense music)
Oh my God, his inhaler.
Shit, shit, shit.
(tense music)
(engine stutters)
Shit.
Oh, come on, damn it, come on!
Shit.
(tense music)
Um...
(phone rings)
Oh, come on, Maria.
Come on, pick up, pick up.
Shit.
My God.
(tense music)
(dog barks)
(fire crackles)
- You know after
she put it down,
I gotta go back.
I gotta go back.
- Get over here, you...
- [Man] Get off of him!
Let's go!
- We had this huge
blowout, you know.
But he's out there
all alone in the dark,
and he didn't take his inhaler!
- Deena.
He just went to cool off, okay?
That's what kids do.
He'll calm down and come back
like nothing ever happened.
- No, no, this was different.
You know, this wasn't
just a little tiff.
You know, I wanna call the cops,
but he hasn't been
gone long enough.
- Look, look, look,
we'll find him, okay?
I won't leave until we do.
(sirens blaring)
- [Officer] Put the knife down!
(radio chatter)
- Oh my God, over there!
No, a little closer!
Please, pull up.
- Deena.
- No, something may
have happened to my kid!
(radio chatter)
- [Rocket] Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
- [Deena] No, let go of me!
- [Rocket] Wait.
- [Deena] Justin?
- [Rocket] Deena!
- [Deena] Justin?
Justin!
- Need a 52, code two,
for a stabbing victim.
- So that was your
friend? Wishbone?
- Childhood friend, yeah.
- Oh my God, his little girl.
- Stellie should've
kept her mouth shut.
- Stellie?
- Yeah, Wishbone's
wife, ex-wife.
- I don't understand.
- His little girl, that
was a message to Stellie.
- What are you talking about?
- In my line of work,
you hear things.
Sonny is the pulse of
the grapevine, nosy shit.
He tells me things that
I'd rather not hear.
- Look, I still don't get
what you're talking about.
- Stellie got pitched.
They had her on drugs, dealing.
She was gonna go
away for a long time,
unless she started naming
names, and she did.
- Why didn't they go
after her? Why her kid?
- When she disappeared,
every Tom, Dick and
Harry in this town
knew she was somewhere
running her mouth.
- But what do you mean
running her mouth?
I mean, yeah, she was
trying to save her own ass,
but she was doing some
good for the neighborhood
by turning in those
pieces of shit.
- You don't turn
on your own, Deena.
- You sound like
you're defending them.
- I'm not defending them.
I'm not.
It's not right, but
that's just the way it is.
(dogs barking)
(motorcycle revs)
Deena, hey, hey, hey-
- What? What?
- Hey, hey.
- No, I hear his music.
I think he's home.
- Okay, he's home.
He's safe.
(knocking)
- Justin.
Justin, are you okay?
- [Justin] What do you care?
- Hey, buddy.
My name's William. My
friends call me Rocket.
Listen.
Why don't you open
the door, let us in,
see that you're okay.
Or I could come in.
You know, we could
talk, man to man.
- [Justin] If I let you in,
there would only
be one man here,
and his name is Justin.
- What'd I tell you?
Kids love me, I know
we'd hit it off.
- You know what?
Don't even worry about it.
He's just gonna get himself
all worked up all over again.
Okay, Justin.
I'll leave you be,
and we can talk in
the morning, okay?
All right, good night.
- I'll stick around for
a little bit, all right?
Make sure he doesn't jet.
- Okay.
Yeah, thanks.
- Of course.
(drowned out jazz music)
- You know, you
get a phone call.
- I know the drill.
Won't be necessary.
- Suit yourself.
(cell door clangs)
- So I'm 17, homeless,
sleeping under bridges.
I get a job as a dishwasher,
cook, some shithole bar.
That's when I meet Sonny.
Tells me he's in
the movie business,
asks me what I'm doing wasting
my time in a place like this.
Says he needs editors,
screenwriters, cameramen.
I was just some dipshit
kid, I bought it.
- So, what happened?
You know, when you
got started at 17.
- I mean, he was real
slick at first, you know.
Had me running errands,
shit like that.
I didn't know what was going on.
Ah, that was stupid.
- So when did you, you know,
realize what he
was really doing?
- I think deep down inside,
I kinda always knew.
- Sure.
- For my 18th birthday,
he had a woman come
over to my apartment.
- Oh, geez.
(Deena laughs)
- Yeah.
(melancholic acoustic music)
- So here I am, older,
not a whole lot wiser.
(Justin grunts)
(somber acoustic music)
(Justin sighs)
- Vinny, I'm
surprised to see you.
I haven't called for you.
- I sensed some angst.
Could I perhaps be
of some comfort?
- Well, do you
know what happened?
- Alas, no.
I can only see into your
life if you allow me to.
A disgruntled artist.
You should tell yourself...
"I'm seeking, I'm striving,
and I mean with all my heart."
- Well, it's not that easy.
I'm trying to
remember something,
and it's too bad to talk about.
But I can tell you.
- So you write screenplays?
- Yeah.
Even had the nerve to
show one to someone.
- [Deena] Yeah?
- Yeah.
He said he was "blown away".
He said he was gonna
change gears for a while.
Produce something
reputable for a change.
Said he'd use my script.
- So did he?
- Yeah.
He calls me, tells me he's
got a surprise for me.
It's my script.
Now what I wrote was PG, okay?
Sonny sends me over some
moaning, groaning sex fest.
- [Deena] Oh.
- With a little bit of my
dialogue sprinkled on top.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe I ever
thought that sleazy bastard
would produce
anything reputable.
- Well, have you shown
your stuff to anyone else?
- Who am I gonna show, Deena?
I edit porn.
Nobody's gonna
take me seriously.
- I don't know. I
mean, I don't know.
I just have this feeling
like, you just never know.
(melancholic acoustic music)
- It's getting kind of late.
- Yeah.
- I should get outta here.
- Yeah, sure.
Thanks for the beer.
- Yeah.
- [Rocket] Take care.
- See ya.
- So, I don't know what to do.
- Well, I wish I
could advise you,
but I have little
knowledge of the workings
of the 21st century.
First and foremost though,
there is self-preservation.
- Well, I have to do something.
- Well, remember what I told
you in our first encounter?
- What would life be if
we never had the courage
to attend anything?
Hey, Mom?
- [Deena] Yeah.
- Can you pick up newspapers?
One of my assignments
is on current events.
- The convenience store is
just a couple blocks down.
You can walk down and get one.
- But Mom-
- No, Justin, come on.
Dr. James said
you that you were-
- Fine, I'll do it.
- You were supposed to be
getting out to do these things.
Here's a couple bucks.
I'm gonna be out for a while,
so you can go hang
out with Aggie.
You guys can have a movie night.
Bye.
(cell doors slamming)
- [Man] All y'all knew.
- [Judge] Clarence
William Devon.
You are here charged
with first degree murder
in the death of Tyus Freemont.
How do you plead?
- [Wishbone] Guilty.
(catchy music)
- Aggie.
Were you able to
dance like that?
- I probably thought so.
(Aggie chuckles)
Oh my goodness, look
what time it is.
It's my fault, I got you
caught up in this movie.
But you know what?
We still got time for you to
do one of your assignments.
(Justin sighs)
(Aggie chuckles)
- [Wishbone] What did
daddy tell you about
climbing on that couch?
- [Tania] It's a
balance beam, Daddy.
I'm gonna be a gymnast.
- [Wishbone] You said you
wanted to be an artist, right?
- [Tania] I want to do both.
- Aggie.
- Hi, Justin.
I'm sorry to wake you up.
You weren't in your room,
so I was thinking
you might be here.
I hope I didn't scare you.
I know you've been
real, real sad.
I just wanna stop by
and tell you I'm okay.
Justin, can you please
do something for me?
Can you please tell
my daddy I'm okay?
He's been real sad.
- Do you think you can do it?
That might be better.
- I can't, Justin.
My daddy doesn't believe
the same things as you.
That's why it wouldn't work.
- [Justin] Oh.
- My daddy sure did like
that picture you drew.
He told me if I kept practicing,
I'd be as good as the
little boy in the park.
He bought me an art box
like yours for my birthday.
It was supposed
to be a surprise.
I found it.
I snooped.
I'd be real happy
if you'd tell him.
- [Justin] Okay.
- But don't tell him
I found that art box,
he'd get mad at me
'cause I was so nosy.
- I won't.
- One time Daddy told me,
"Tania Agnes Devon.
You may be only six years old,
but you're the nosiest
woman I ever did know."
- Tania, are you happy?
- Mostly, but I'm
sad about my daddy.
I'd be real happy if
he knows I'm all right.
- Okay.
(calming ambient music)
Vinny?
- [Vincent] Greetings!
- I need to ask you something,
it's gonna sound stupid.
- Well, the only
unintelligent question-
- Are you real?
- Of course I'm real.
Why would you think otherwise?
- I was reading up
on schizophrenia.
"A person hears voices and
sometimes sees things."
And I saw the little girl,
the one that got shot.
She seemed so real.
- Do you doubt
that she was real?
- No, that's the point.
Schizophrenics believe
what they see and hear.
I read about it in the issue
of the 21st Century Psychology.
Maybe I'm just sitting
here talking to myself.
I'm getting scared.
I also read that voices
are really nice at first.
I don't know what to do.
I don't wanna be crazy.
- These people,
voices that you hear.
Are they kind?
- Yeah, they're really nice.
But that's how it starts.
- You have opened your
heart, Master Justin.
Once you do that, you
open yourself to visits
from all kinds of
kindred spirits.
They'll always be kind.
They won't visit you if
you don't want them to.
If you are truly mad, they
would continue to come,
whether you wanted
them to or not.
- I just hope I'm not crazy.
- Mm.
I thought as you did, my
protege, that I was mad.
But after my demise, I
realized I was not mad at all.
It was the world
around me that was mad.
Does that make sense?
You're probably too youthful
to understand right now,
but you will someday.
- I'll be back in a minute.
Might be a little longer
than that if Rosa's working.
(Aggie chuckles)
You know, she can talk
a person's ear off.
- Okay.
(phone rings)
Aggie?
(phone rings)
Aggie.
(phone rings)
Hello?
- Aggie, it's Wishbone.
- Hey, Wishbone.
It's Justin Travers.
- Oh, I thought I called-
- This is Aggie's house.
You met me in the park.
Aggie went to go
get some coffee.
I can talk to you
until she gets back.
- Justin? The little
boy from the park?
The artist?
- [Justin] That's me.
- How you been, buddy?
- I'm good. Aggie's helping
me with my math homework.
- Oh, I see.
Well, I don't have
much time to talk.
You draw any more masterpieces?
- Yeah, I'm working
on something now.
It's taking me a
really long time.
- I'm sure whatever it
is, it will be awesome.
- I hope so.
I'm thinking about
entering it into a contest.
- Well, I know if I was a judge,
I know you'd get my vote.
- Thanks.
I wanna tell you something,
but I don't know if I should.
- You can tell me
anything, buddies for life.
- I saw Tania.
- You mean that day at the park?
- No, she really
came to talk to me.
She wanted me to let you
know that she's al right.
- You mean you had a
dream about Tania, huh?
- No.
Or, kind of.
I really saw her.
Don't you believe me?
- Yeah, look, I
believe you buddy.
But it was just a dream.
A vivid dream.
Hey, I appreciate you trying
to make me feel better.
- I wasn't supposed
to tell you something,
I promised, but...
- What's that?
- You bought her an art box
just like mine for her birthday.
You said if she
practiced real hard,
she'd become as good as the
little boy in the park someday.
(melancholic wondrous music)
Wishbone?
Are you still there?
- Hey, look buddy, I gotta go.
You tell Aggie I said thank
you for letting me add her
to my call list.
And you take care, okay?
(phone slams)
(wondrous melancholic music)
(Justin sighs)
(Wishbone exhales)
- What?
(people chattering)
(bell rings)
- What is up, little man?
How you doin'?
All right. Good to see ya.
- My mom needs smokes, sir.
- Yeah, she just called.
I'll get 'em to you on the sly.
I don't wanna get my ass
in a jam with anybody.
Now, come have a seat.
You tell me what's new.
- Not much, school lessons.
Mom nagging me.
Whatever.
- You be good to your mama.
She's good people.
Hey.
I usually save those
for happy hour,
but this is a special occasion.
Hey, can we get another round?
- Yep, I'm there.
(plates clanging)
(cell phone buzzes)
- What?
- [Rocket] Deena?
- Hey.
- [Rocket] Something wrong?
- Oh, no. You know,
it's just Justin.
I mean, sometimes I
think he's a lost cause.
I don't wanna get into it.
What's up?
- [Rocket] I was just
thinking about you.
I was wondering if you
might wanna hang out.
- Sure.
Yeah, when?
- [Rocket] I'm at work,
but I'll be home in a bit.
You can go over, hang out and
wait for me if you want to.
My keys are in the
bottom of the mailbox.
Bring Justin.
(Deena laughs)
- Yeah, right.
What are we gonna do? Make
popcorn and watch movies?
- [Rocket] Sure.
Didn't you say he
likes the old stuff?
I got a bunch.
Cagney, Stewart, Grant.
- Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.
I'll see you there.
- [Rocket] Wanna do the
dishes before I get home?
- Not funny.
- [Rocket] It was a joke, Deena.
I gotta run, but I'll
see you guys soon.
- Okay, I'll see you later.
Bye.
Hello?
Yeah.
Hi, Maria.
No.
Yeah, how's life been treating
you since the big layoffs?
What?
No, I never heard of it.
When?
Yeah, I mean, that sounds great.
Yeah, I mean...
Yeah, maybe we could
share a place or...
Yeah, until we get
enough money saved,
or yeah, until we
drive each other crazy.
Yeah, that could work too.
(Deena chuckles)
Okay.
Well look, I'm gonna
head out for a bit,
but can I call you
back in a while?
Okay, sounds good.
All right.
Hey, Maria, thank you.
Okay, bye.
- Whoa.
When'd you get this?
- Ah, a couple weeks ago.
When Rudy's Bar closed down.
(bell rings)
Ah.
Is this a red
letter day or what?
Martavious King, you get
your ragged ass over here,
and give your
god-daddy a big hug.
(Martavious laughs)
All right.
Hey.
What's this that I have to
learn through the grapevine
that you're gonna be a daddy?
(Martavious laughs)
- I'm sorry.
I've been meaning
to stop by though.
- Oh, sure.
(Martavious laughs)
Hey, sit down.
- What's up?
- What's this all
about Wishbone?
Do you know anything?
I'm just sick about him.
It's really sick.
- I don't know.
(men chattering)
(tense music)
(bell rings)
(phone beeps)
(phone rings)
- [Aggie] Hello.
You've reached Aggie Langford.
I can't take your
call right now.
Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to
you as soon as I can.
- Hey Aggie, it's me.
As soon as you get this,
could you please come over?
It's really important.
(tense music)
- So you know after she put
it down, I gotta go back.
I gotta go back.
- Get over here.
- Get off of him!
Let's go!
Get up! Let's go!
Come on, baby.
- Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah, boy!
What you doin'?
Come on, man.
Devon, we gotta go, man!
(tense music)
(Justin knocking)
- Aggie.
(Justin knocking)
Aggie!
(Justin knocking)
Aggie!
(melancholic music)
Aggie?
Aggie?
(melancholic music)
(Justin shrieks)
- It was my time to go.
Not yours, baby.
- Please wake up, Justin.
You're the only one
that can help my daddy.
- In spite of everything,
I will rise again.
- [Operator] 9-1-1.
What is the address
of your emergency?
- [Woman] It's Dowling Street.
- [Operator] What's
going on, ma'am?
- It's a little boy,
and he's unconscious.
It's Mrs. Gladys, I'm
his next door neighbor.
(siren blares)
- [Operator] Is he
breathing, ma'am?
- I don't think so.
Justin.
Justin.
Come on, stay with me, buddy.
Come on.
(melancholic music)
(siren blares)
- Sorry, I was
running a little late.
I see you found the
spare keys all right.
What the hell are you doing?
You going through my shit?
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I was
waiting here for you,
and you didn't show up,
and I started reading,
and I couldn't stop.
I couldn't put it down.
William.
You're so good.
- Stop.
- You're so damn good.
You should be submitting
this to something.
- Stop.
(melancholic music)
- Oh.
Oh.
The little boy.
That was you.
- So what, you know me now?
- No.
- You don't know shit, Deena.
(soft piano music)
(cell phone buzzes)
- Hello?
Oh my God.
No, no, I will be right there.
I'll be right there, thank you.
Okay, thank you, bye.
- What's wrong?
- It's Justin. He's
in the hospital.
- Come on, I'll go with you.
(knocking)
- Hey.
How you feelin'?
Mrs. Layton is here.
She brought this for you.
They're pictures of Aggie.
- I know what it is.
- Okay.
I have to go out and just
run a couple errands.
She's gonna stay.
She'll be downstairs if
you should need anything.
Okay?
- [Justin] I don't
need a babysitter.
- Justin, I know.
But you just got out of the
hospital a couple days ago.
So she's here just
in case, okay?
- Fine.
- I won't be gone long.
I'll be back to help
you with your nebulizer.
Okay.
And I don't know how I'm
gonna tell him, Gladys.
I mean, this is just a bad
time to pull up and leave.
But I have to work,
and it's decent money.
- Hey, hey, don't worry.
Okay?
He is a strong little boy.
He is.
- You know, he
loved Aggie so much.
You know, I loved her too.
I mean, I never
even told her that.
Do you know I never
even said thank you
after everything she did for us?
- Oh, come on.
She knew.
And she knew what it
was like to struggle.
She knew.
(wondrous music)
(uptempo hiphop music)
(knocking)
- Yeah?
- Martavious King?
- That's me.
- Can we come in? Ask
you a few questions?
- [Martavious] About what?
- Clarence Devon.
- What about him?
- He's-
- Well, he's run into some
unfortunate legal problems,
and we thought that maybe you
could give us some insight.
We'd like you to come
down to the station.
Just ask you a few questions,
you're not in any trouble.
- Listen, listen.
Without a search warrant,
you are not coming in.
And without an arrest
warrant, I'm not coming out.
Have a good day.
(door slams)
(melancholic music)
- Mr. Justin.
- [Justin] Hi, Wishbone.
I hope you are okay.
I'm fine.
We're moving in a few days.
We're going to California.
The factory my mom works at
is starting a new one there.
I'll send you my new address,
and we can be pen
pals if you want.
I drew a picture for you,
and I hope it makes
you happy and not sad.
It's from the day
we met in the park.
Your friend, Justin Travers.
(melancholic music)
(Wishbone sobs)
- Hey, David.
Would you like to
go to lunch with...
Oh my goodness.
When did you that?
This afternoon.
It was a gift from one
of my younger patients
after our last session.
He painted it himself.
Looks like one of those Vincent
van Goghs you love so much.
- Right?
It was for a thing called
the Van Gogh Challenge.
Each one of the entrants
had to do their own version
of a Van Gogh painting
and rename it.
He chose the Starry Night
and called it Charcoal Skies.
- Did he win?
(David chuckles)
- [David] No, he never entered.
- Why not?
It's amazing.
- Yeah, well, he didn't think
it was good enough
for the competition,
but he did think it
was good enough for me.
You know, there's
an interesting story
behind the painting
of Starry Night.
Vincent Willem van
Gogh painted it
while looking out at an area
called Saint-Rmy-de-Provence.
He was in a mental institution.
And the view from his window
was looking east from his room.
He loved to paint in the
stillness before dawn
to calm himself.
He didn't like the painting,
he wanted to destroy it.
But his brother
talked him out of it.
One of the most famous
paintings in the world.
(Deena laughs)
- Justin.
You have to see this.
Look at it, it's this
video that's going viral.
This big hotshot from
the Louvre Museum,
he was showing some
dignitaries around,
and he reached up,
and his pants fell
down around his ankles.
You should appreciate this,
as much as you love art.
(Deena laughs)
(wondrous music)
(car honks)
I'll be right back.
(wondrous music)
- There she is.
- Hi.
- So this is it, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, I guess
we're about set.
- How's Justin doing
with all of this?
- You know, I don't know that
he's real happy about it,
but he's resigned.
You know, he's still
gonna see a psychiatrist.
Dr. James found me
someone in California.
- Good, that's good.
- Yeah.
- I'm glad I got to see
you before you left.
I got some news.
I wanted to tell
you face to face.
- Wait, wait.
What's wrong?
- Why something always
gotta be wrong, Deena?
- Because when someone tells you
they need to tell you
something face to face,
Usually there's something wrong.
- No, nothing's wrong.
- So what is it?
- You ever hear
of a film company,
"Again With A Feeling"?
- Yeah.
Yeah, but what does that
have to do with anything?
- They bought one of my scripts.
- Oh my God.
For real?
- Yeah, for real.
What you said to
me the other night
about being a
great screenwriter,
it helped me.
I submitted a
script to an agent.
He hooked me up and...
- William, you should
come out to LA.
- LA?
- Yeah, I mean, we're
gonna be right near there.
You'd have all kinds of
opportunities, you know?
Just the sky's the limit.
- I don't know.
What about...
- What about what?
- Well, Sonny.
- What about him?
- He's not doing so hot.
His health, it's failing.
I'm all he's ever had, you know?
He's all I ever had, Deena.
- I mean, he could
come with you.
It's just never
too late, you know.
I mean...
- Sonny's not gonna move.
(somber music)
You're an amazing person, Deena.
- Well, you know, I'm
still really happy for you.
I'm gonna tell everyone I know
that I'm friends with a
big, famous screenwriter.
- Take care, Deena.
All right?
(dramatic music)
(door slams)
- Well, are you all set?
- Yeah.
I took one last look
around the place,
and I got everything.
- Okay.
You're not gonna take Van Gogh?
- No, I think I'll
leave him here.
He kinda cheers up the place.
- Okay.
Well, will you help me with
these last couple boxes,
and then we can head out.
I'll lock up.
(dog faintly barks)
Well, are you ready
for this, kiddo?
- Yeah, I think so.
- I mean, this has been my...
Our home, you know,
our whole lives.
- I know, Mom.
But what would life be
if we never had the courage
to attempt anything?
(calming music)
(car engine revs)
(calming string music)
Brighter days
are on their way
Forever down on their stay
Brighter days
are on their way
Chasing sunsets in the sky
Won't let these
moments pass us by
Take my hand,
don't be afraid
Brighter days
are on their way
Brighter days
are on their way
Forever's how
long they'll stay
Brighter days
are on their way
Lovely star shine
lights my way to bed
Magic rainbows
glisten in my head
Just like a child,
I live in Wonderland
All my dreams
are coming true
Heavy shackles used
to hold me down
Now my feet don't
even reach the ground
Just like a prisoner
when his sentence ends
All my dreams
are coming true
I think I'll go
fly into the sky
Give the moon a smooch,
he's my kind of guy
Maybe I'll even
give Saturn a try
If he offers his ring
with that look in his eye
Excuse me if I'm silly
Like a goose
gone willy nilly
And I owe this
happiness to you
Love has changed my
former point of view
Just like a butterfly,
I've got new ways
All my dreams are comin'
All my dreams are hummin'
All my dreams
are coming true
(camera shutter snaps)
(melancholic piano music)
- As we have discussed
previously, Justin
is agoraphobic.
A condition I've explained
and given you information on.
But I feel the need to add
a diagnosis of
schizotypal disorder.
- Schizotypal?
So just what exactly
does that mean?
- Ah, schizotypal.
It's a mental disorder.
Usually appears in late
teens and early adulthood,
but sometimes it can
manifest in childhood.
- Okay, so?
- Well, a person with
schizotypal disorder,
they tend to isolate themselves.
They may exhibit atypical
social behavior patterns
and paranoid ideations.
- He locks himself in his room,
is obsessed with
becoming, you know,
the world's next Van Gogh.
- Does Justin ever leave
the house on his own?
You know, without coaxing?
- He does have an elderly
lady he goes and sees often.
You know, she's a kind
of a crackpot, but nice.
She used to be a teacher,
so she helps him with
his homeschool lessons,
and you know, lets him
stay there when I'm out.
She's one of the few people
he feels comfortable with.
- How would you characterize
yourself as a mother?
Are you loving? Nurturing?
- This isn't the part
of the conversation
where you're gonna pull that...
"It's all the mother's
fault" business, is it?
Because if it is,
I can tell you,
I busted my ass for that kid.
I had him when I was 16!
And you can't just, no!
- Please. Don't
misunderstand me.
These are important
questions, not accusations.
The best case scenario is that
he will simply outgrow this.
He's very healthy,
for the most part.
He just takes certain
behaviors to the extreme.
I mean, having
interviewed him privately,
he has a firm grip on reality.
The behaviors he exhibits
are just coping mechanisms,
to help him work through
the things that disturb him
and make him quiet.
- You said best case scenario.
So let's hear the worst.
- Okay.
Occasionally, and very rarely,
schizotypal disorder can
progress into schizophrenia.
I mean, Justin is
eccentric for his age,
but he's grounded in reality.
Schizophrenics, they lose
touch with reality altogether.
They hear voices that
are very real to them.
As real as a conversation you
and I are having right now.
- So what you're saying is,
he's just kind of nuts now,
but on his way to
being even more nuts?
- Please, hear me out.
I think we can treat him with
cognitive behavior therapy.
- Let's go with this
worst case scenario.
Let's say my son
goes bobo loony!
Then what?
- I know of a wonderful
inpatient facility
for children with this disorder.
- Two grand to
get to this point?
Shit!
- [David] Miss Travers, please.
- Let's go!
Now!
Come on!
- Ow, God.
- [Deena] Let's go!
- [Justin] Take it easy!
- Your father was nuts!
My mother, your
grandmother was nuts!
Your Aunt Joanie is nuts,
your cousin Suzette, nuts.
You don't get to
be crazy, Justin.
There has to be a normal gene
in our gene pool somewhere!
- But Mom-
- No, you don't get
to be crazy, Justin.
You just don't.
God damn it!
- Hurry up, Mom.
- I'm coming.
Piece of shit.
(car doors slam)
(somber ambient music)
Justin.
Justin, wait.
I wanna talk to you.
(dog barks)
Justin!
Justin, wait.
Wait!
I wanna talk to you.
Wait!
I wanna talk to...
Justin.
(knocking)
Justin!
(upbeat band music)
I swear to God, you
turn that shit down.
I have something to say,
and you are gonna hear it.
Off!
Now this is how it's
gonna go down tomorrow.
I have a lot to do
in the afternoon,
so I'm gonna let
you off at the park.
- [Justin] Oh hell no!
- Justin!
I swear to God, this shit stops.
If you continue to
behave this way,
I'm taking away all
your art supplies,
all your posters and your iPod.
All your traveling,
psychology magazines.
- [Justin] Go away!
- That's it.
You open the door right now,
or I'm taking it off the hinges.
I'm going to get
the screwdriver.
One, two...
Now that's better.
Let me see your face.
Okay, look, we are
gonna take baby steps.
You can take your art
box and your iPod.
I don't expect you
to make friends yet,
but you can at least
be around other kids.
You cooperate and you
get to keep your door,
and all your stuff.
Deal?
(door slams)
Jesus Christ.
(calming music)
- Vinny.
Vinny, are you there?
- [Vincent] Greetings,
my young protege.
Are you having
trouble sleeping also?
- Yeah.
You need sleep?
- Of course.
Your soul does not lose
its need to be replenished.
- Oh.
- I have been
fascinating on something,
perhaps you could
be of assistance.
I'm planning a trip in
the future to the Louvre,
and I would like to
perform, how shall I say,
some harmless little pranks?
So, shall I tilt the Mona Lisa?
Or shall I have security's pants
suddenly come loose and
fall about his ankles?
(Vincent chuckles)
- I think you should do both.
- Perhaps I shall.
what's on your
mind, this glooming?
- Well, I'm kind of
embarrassed to say.
- Well, you know you can share
your inner most
thoughts with me.
How does the saying go?
Dead men tell no tales.
- That's not a
saying, it's a book.
- Mm. Thank you for
the astute correction.
But what is concerning you?
- Mom's making me go
to the park tomorrow.
- What could be more delightful
than a day at the park
for an 11 year old boy?
- You know why.
- Mm, well.
Sometimes we must
just face our fears.
What would life be like if
we never had the courage
to attempt anything?
- I'm not scared.
- [Vincent] Mm, if not
trepidation, than what?
- I just like it better here
with my things, and you.
- And I too greatly enjoy our
time together, Master Justin.
But it remains a
curiosity what deters you
from seeking the companionship
of children your own age.
- [Justin] I don't know,
it just doesn't feel right.
- Justin?
(knocking)
Justin.
- What, Mom?
- [Deena] Who the hell
are you talking to?
- Nobody.
- Exactly.
Now settle down and go to sleep.
- We can converse
later, my young protege.
But remember, what
would life be like
if we never had the courage
to attempt anything?
- Justin, are you
going to sleep?
- [Justin] How can I go to
sleep when you keep yelling?
- You're as mouthy as
your dad used to be.
Justin, remember what I
said about all your stuff?
I don't wanna hear
one more peep.
You're gonna go to
the park tomorrow,
and you're gonna have
a wonderful time.
Life would be easier if I
had a kid I could ground.
Justin, let's go!
Come on!
Could you walk any slower?
Let's go, chop chop!
Did you remember to
bring your inhaler?
- Yeah, I got it.
- Speak up, Justin.
And stop that damn mumbling.
I asked you if you
brought your inhaler.
- What does it matter?
You won't be around to see
if I have an asthma
attack or not.
- Don't pull that shit with me,
and knock it off
with the guilt trip.
Do you have it or not?
- Are you happy now?
- Yeah.
(lighthearted radio music)
Carla is such a little
sweetheart, ugh.
You know, she lives
close to Aggie.
Maybe you could
visit her sometime.
I bet she gets lonely.
- She's a freak.
- Why? Because
she's handicapped?
- No, I don't think she's a
freak because she's handicapped.
I think she's a freak because
she's not handicapped.
- What do you mean
she's not handicapped?
She can't walk,
for Christ's sake.
- She can walk.
- Are you saying she's
faking being crippled?
- She's not exactly faking it.
- What the hell are
you talking about then?
- She had a conversion reaction.
- A what?
- A conversion reaction.
It's when you don't wanna
deal with something,
and you don't wanna
think about it,
and that problem transfers
to a physical problem.
- Where the hell did
you get that garbage?
Ugh.
(car honks)
God damn it.
Yards and parks to play in,
they gotta run in the street.
Anyway, what kind of crap
are you talking about?
- I read about it in my
21st Psychology magazine.
She can walk with
the proper therapy.
- Proper therapy.
Concentrate on your
own therapy, Justin.
And if I'm gonna continue
to give you an allowance,
you need to order more
age appropriate stuff.
And I know with all the crap
that's probably building
up in your room,
I know well that you are
playing on Aggie's sympathies.
You know, it's not right to let
that old lady give you money
for a bunch of
off the wall shit.
- Well, Aggie's smart.
She agrees with me about Carla.
She told me.
- Justin.
It is just plain strange that
you're an 11 year old boy,
and you spend your
time gossiping with
that old busybody.
It's weird.
Now, I want you to stay
here at least an hour.
After that, you can walk
home and drop in on Aggie.
- Walk home?
Why the hell can't
you pick me up?
- I told you, I
have things to do.
- Like what?
- Like go to the store and
fill out job applications.
- I don't know my way home.
- Justin.
You know this neighborhood
like the back of your hand.
- I think I'm gonna
hyperventilate.
- Ha!
- The hell is so damn funny?
- You.
You are not getting out of this.
Look, there's an
empty picnic bench.
Take your art box, go sit
down, and draw something.
- Fine.
(car door slams)
(kids yelling)
(calming radio music)
(Deena sighs)
- [Woman] Would
you like a drink?
- [Man] Oh yeah, that's my girl.
- [Woman] Oh!
(woman moans)
- [Man] You stay right...
(cell phone buzzes)
- Sonny.
- [Sonny] Hello, birthday boy.
Is this the call to thank me?
- Thank you for what?
- [Sonny] The birthday
gift I sent you.
Has it arrived?
- No, man.
I didn't have time
to go to my mailbox.
- [Sonny] Oh, it's way too
big to fit in your mailbox.
It'll be delivered
to your front door.
- Yeah, whatever man.
This chick you
hired, she stinks.
- [Sonny] Huh? Who stinks?
- This....
Sierra Love chick.
It's a pain in the ass
editing this stuff.
- [Sonny] Not enjoying it, kid?
- Are you kidding me?
She can't act.
- [Sonny] Rocket, think
about what you doing.
- I am.
I wrote a good plot
with a decent storyline,
and this chick blows.
- [Sonny] Mm.
Isn't that the point?
- Screw you, Sonny.
Sex is secondary here.
- [Sonny] Rocket, you think our
fans are looking for a plot?
Get a grip.
Listen.
We're not trying to make
Sundance worthy projects here.
What the hell's wrong
with you, birthday boy?
(papers crunching)
(knocking)
- Who is it?
- Open the door and
close your eyes,
Rocket, sweetie, you're
in for a big surprise.
(knocking)
- Oh, what the hell.
Yeah, yeah, I'm
coming, I'm coming.
(door slams)
- Happy birthday, from Sonny.
(party favor beeps)
I'm Bambi.
What's wrong, handsome?
Cat got your tongue?
- Yeah, something like that.
Sorry, I wasn't
expecting company.
- Looks like you could
use a woman around here
to take care of you.
You like champagne?
- A little early, sweetheart.
Well...
How long are you
gonna be here for?
- As long as you
want, birthday boy.
Sonny said you've
got a running tab.
His treat.
- Good ol' Sonny.
- So, what's your pleasure?
- You know what
would be really sexy?
- What's that, handsome?
- If you went into the kitchen
in that cute little
number you're wearing...
- Mhm.
- Got the sink full of suds-
- Oh, I like the
way you're thinking.
- And did the dishes for me.
- Your wish is my command.
- Hey, look at this kid.
Let's get him.
Hey, little girl.
What you got in the box?
- Loser!
- None of your damn business.
That's what I got in the box.
- Oh man, he means business.
- Ooh!
- Get away from me!
- What's this?
Drawing something
pretty for your mama?
- I don't think she'll like it.
How about you start over?
- Oh, are you gonna cry?
(sink runs)
- You're doing a
really good job.
You'll make a
wonderful wife someday.
You ever do any modeling?
- Oh yeah, all the time.
You know, I just
got back from Paris
on this shoot for
the cover of Cosmo.
- You got kind of a
smart mouth on you.
I like that in a lady.
Keeps things interesting.
(intense music)
(kids chattering)
(Justin breathes heavily)
(Deena sobs)
Hey.
I know I've been kind
of ignoring you, I...
- I don't do this.
- Don't do?
- This.
- My son.
He's sick.
(cell phone rings)
(Deena sobs)
I think someone is calling.
- It can wait.
- [Deena] Maybe it's important.
- Just one sec.
Yeah, Sonny?
- [Sonny] Hey, Rocket.
You don't have one
actress, Leslie Jones?
Well, word on the
street is that she's 15!
- What? How could
you let this happen?
- [Sonny] It's not my
fault! She said she was 21.
She looks 21, she acts 21.
She gave me her ID.
- Jesus Christ.
'Cause nobody's ever
used a fake ID before.
You shady son of a...
You said everything was
gonna be above board.
No druggies, nobody underage,
we're running a
legitimate business.
Ring any bells?
- [Sonny] It is legit!
- Have we filmed
anything with her yet?
- [Sonny] No.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Good, if she comes
by the studio,
we'll tell her to kick rocks.
I'll head down there right now
and do some damage control.
Listen, I'm sorry.
I gotta...
- No, it's fine.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Hey, what's your real name?
I know it's not Bambi.
- It's Deena.
(Rocket exhales)
- Aw, you little crybaby.
(kids teasing)
Are you gonna cry?
- Not so fast, you
little piece of shit.
And the rest of you
better not move.
What's going on here? Huh?
What'd he do to you?
Now you skinny little assholes
get down on your
hands and knees,
and pick that shit up.
You too.
Every damn bit of it.
That's better.
Now, you little punks, y'all
apologize to this young man.
I can't hear you. Speak up.
- [Kids] Sorry.
- Mhm.
Now, we're let it go, this time.
But if I ever, and I mean ever,
witness some shit
like this again,
I'm gonna go to every
single one of your houses
and I'm gonna tell your parents
what a bunch of little
assholes you are.
And if they don't
whip y'all ass,
then I'll gladly do it for 'em.
'Cause Wishbone Devon,
he don't really like to
tell nobody nothing twice.
You got it?
I don't think I heard you.
- Yes, sir.
- Mhm.
Get y'all sorry asses home.
I walk past here every day,
and I don't wanna see y'all
ugly faces no time soon.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Don't you pay
those kids no mind.
Look, they ain't
nothing but punks.
Just little punks, that's all.
Yo, hold up.
Ooh!
You draw this?
- Yes, sir.
- Wow.
And you didn't
trace it or nothing?
- [Justin] No, sir.
That's cheating.
- Wow.
What's your name,
kid? How old are you?
- My name's Justin Travers,
and I just turned 11.
My mom got me that art
box for my birthday.
- Well, Mr. Justin, she sure
did pick out the right gift.
You ever sell any
of your drawings?
- No, sir.
- Could I buy this?
- It's ruined.
- Oh!
That ain't nothing a little
Scotch tape can't fix.
Look at this, Tania.
Isn't this cool?
Mm, let's see.
How much would you take for it?
- Oh, it's okay.
If you really like it,
you could just have it.
- Nope, mm-mm.
No, sir.
You're gonna be a huge,
famous artist one day,
and that would be
taking advantage of you.
Let's see.
Well, I'm a little bit
short on cash today.
Would you take $5 for it?
- [Justin] Sure.
- Yeah.
Hey, you just sold your
first piece of artwork.
How's that feel?
- Good.
- Where you live, kid?
You want me and Tania
to walk you home?
- No, it's okay.
I just live over
on Dowling Street.
- Dowling Street, huh?
You wouldn't happen
to know a lady
named Aggie Langford, would you?
- Sure, she's a
good friend of mine.
(Wishbone chuckles)
- Well, you just tell her that
Wishbone Devon says hello.
And kid, you do me a favor.
If anybody ever
bothers you again,
you tell 'em Wishbone
Devon will hunt them down
and kick they ass.
They'll know who I am.
Come on, baby.
- Hey, Daddy, don't you
like any of my drawings?
- I love your drawings, baby.
- You don't give me any money.
- That's 'cause I'm your daddy.
You give 'em to me for free.
- Oh.
- [Wishbone] Oh.
(Wishbone chuckles)
(engine revs)
Heavy shackles used
to hold me down
Now my feet don't
even hit the ground
Just like a prisoner
at a sentencing
All my dreams
are coming true
I think
(dreamlike music)
(Aggie breathes heavily)
Now my dreams
are coming true
(dog barks)
(knocking)
- Oh, hold your horses.
Hey, I didn't expect
you until tomorrow.
- Guess what, Aggie?
I went to the park alone.
- That's wonderful.
- Well, I didn't want to.
Mom made me.
She said it for my own good.
- How did it go?
- Well, not so good at first.
- [Aggie] Well, what happened?
- This group of kids attacked me
and broke a bunch of
stuff in my art box.
- [Aggie] Oh, no.
- It's okay, Aggie.
This guy that came by the park
with his little girl helped me.
He even bought one of
my drawings for $5.
- That's wonderful.
- He says he knows you.
His name's Wishbone Devon.
- Sweet Jesus.
Wishbone Devon?
Go inside, I got a
surprise for you.
It was many years ago.
He was one of my
foster children.
Just a little boy,
no younger than you.
He was a sweet little man.
So timid when he
first came to me.
(Aggie chuckles)
Scared of his own shadow.
- He sure doesn't
act like that now.
- You know, I adored
that little guy.
Then my husband got sick,
and the social
worker who came by
to visit the kids
once in a while
said it was just too much for me
to take care of my
husband and the children
at the same time.
- So, what happened to Wishbone?
- Well, you know, he was
sent to a foster home,
and another and another.
I tried to keep tabs on him,
but he just got
lost in the system.
It's just sad how that happens.
Well, how about
I make you lunch?
Or are you full of lemon bars?
- No, it's okay.
I kinda wanna go home, 'cause
I'm working on something.
- School work, I hope.
You want me to walk with you?
- No, I'll be okay.
(calming piano music)
Mom?
Mom, you here?
- I'm up here, Justin.
I'll be right down.
Well, hey you.
So, how did it go?
- It was okay.
- [Deena] What'd you do?
- Well, I set up at
the bench and I drew.
- Well, did you
make any friends?
- Yeah, a couple.
- Well, do you think you
might like to go back?
- Maybe.
Hey, do you know a guy name...
(phone rings)
- Hang on.
Hello?
Oh, hi, Gina.
You know, actually, I was
just thinking about you.
I'll call you back, okay?
No, I gotta make Justin
something to eat.
Okay, yeah, no,
I'll call you back.
Okay, thanks.
Bye.
All right, yeah,
I'll let you know.
All right, thanks.
Okay, bye.
- So, at first I thought
he felt sorry for me
because of those
asshole in the park,
but I saw his face, and
his little girl's face.
- Her name is Tania,
and I think they really
like my drawings.
- Of course they did.
How could you feel
anything otherwise?
Remember who your mentor is.
So tell me about this
man, your new friend.
- Oh.
His name is Wishbone.
- [Vincent] That's
a very curious name.
- Well, that's just a nickname.
His real name is Clarence.
- We feel lonely
from time to time,
long for people, and
sing to ourselves.
We should be quite different,
and meet a friend
and say to ourselves,
"This could be the one."
But there's much self
deception in this longing.
If we yield to it too much, it
could lead us from the road.
- So you think I shouldn't
be friends with him?
- [Vincent] Quite the contrary.
What I'm saying is you
should make many friends.
- But I don't wanna
make a lot of friends.
Shh.
(calming music)
(people chattering)
(bell rings)
- [Jack] There's a
sight for sore eyes.
- [Deena] Hi, Jack.
- How you been?
- Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Yeah, how's Justy?
- Justin's moody as ever.
You know, holed up in
his room all the time
drawing and dreaming.
- Hey, you.
How you doin'?
Come here, let me
buy you a drink.
What are you drinking?
- Um, you know
what? Just a soda.
I'm here about a job.
- Jack.
Can you get her a soda, and
put it on my tab, please?
- So, how did it go?
You know, that
problem at your work.
- It blew over.
It always does.
- Well, that's good.
- How's your boy?
- My boy?
- Yeah.
He doesn't have cancer, does he?
- No, cancer, no.
- You said he was sick,
I don't know, my head-
- Oh, oh, well, he's sick,
but he's not sick sick.
You know?
Not like that, at least.
(Justin chuckles)
- What kinda homework
are you doing?
Whatever it is, it sure
is making you happy.
- Um, science.
- Now, mister.
You know I have a
rule in this house.
School work first.
And then...
Hm.
- [Justin] Do you
think it's good?
- I think it's very good.
Who you drawing a picture of?
- It's Tania, the little
girl from the park.
(plates clanging)
(catchy instrumental music)
- Ah, Tanny.
What did daddy tell you
about standing on that couch?
- It's a balance beam, Daddy.
I'm gonna be a gymnast.
- Yeah, that's a real
fine dream, baby.
But you won't be a gymnast
if you fall off of there
and break your little legs.
You said you wanted to
be an artist, right?
I don't know maybe that's
a little safer for you.
- I want to do both.
- And what do you plan to
do with it when you're done?
- I was thinking of
getting Wishbone's address
and sending it to
him as a present.
- Well, I think that's
very sweet, baby.
But I also think need to
concentrate on your schoolwork
at the moment.
- I know, I just have
one more thing to add.
Can I finish it, Aggie?
Please?
- All right.
15 minutes, and that's it.
- Thank you, Aggie.
- [Aggie] Mhm.
- Hey, Jack.
Do you have any
jobs open available?
I just got laid off.
- Oh honey, I'm so sorry.
I wish I had known.
Missy quit to go to Brooklyn,
and I just filled her
position this morning, so.
But people come and people
go, so I tell you what.
I'll let you know first
thing if something comes up.
All right?
- All right, thanks.
I'm willing to do anything.
- You keep your chin up,
and I'll check around.
- [Deena] Thanks.
- Hey, Daddy, what are
you making for supper?
- Chicken, mashed
potatoes, and carrots.
- Yuck. I want spaghetti.
- Well, future gold medalists,
they ain't gonna
survive on no spaghetti.
Now get down from there.
Tania Agnes Devon, you are
trying daddy's patience.
Now for the last time,
quit messing around and
get off of that couch!
- Okay, Daddy.
But I gotta dismount.
(intense hiphop music)
(gun fires)
- Tania.
Help!
Tania.
Tania. Tania.
Come on.
(Wishbone cries)
Tania, come on, baby.
Come on, wake up.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
(heart thumps)
- Oh my God!
- Somebody help!
- Please, somebody help us!
Oh my God!
(woman sobs)
Oh my God.
- [Rocket] Let's make a toast.
- What are we toasting?
- To the future, and to
all good things to come.
And to Deena and Rocket,
who met under the
strangest of circumstances.
- Is your real
name really Rocket?
- William.
I know, kind of boring.
- No, I mean, it's
rather digni...
Hey, what'd you do to your hand?
Oh my God.
- I was kind of
a klutz as a kid.
- A six year old girl has died
following a drive-by
shooting, officials said.
The victim, Tania
Devon, was found dead-
- Piece of shit.
Six years old.
- [Reporter] Around 6:30 PM.
- Do you know them?
- Wishbone and I
were friends as kids.
- What happened?
- Nothing. We both just
went our separate ways.
Neither one of them good.
- Ah, God, this makes me sick.
- I gotta get out of here.
Take care.
- [Reporter] I did speak
with the police chief
and she said that
there were no leads
and no suspects at this time,
and urged anyone who
witnessed the incident
or has information,
to please contact
the department.
- Aggie, can you walk me home?
- Sure, baby.
- Thanks.
(melancholic rock music)
Watch us fade
Watch us fade
Yeah, 'cause they're
playing on a witness
Watch us fall
and profit on us
Rain and storms
and hurricanes
Forest fires and earthquakes
And watch us
Quick to say
what's on our mind
We're scared to
take it any higher
Fall in line or step aside
Clearly such a suicide
Now watch us fade
Watch us fade
Watch us fade
- Vinny.
Vinny, where are you?
Oh, there you are. I
thought you were mad at me.
- Oh, greetings, my protege.
Why would you feel
I was disconcerted?
- I thought you might've
seen my magazine
about Renoir and got mad.
- Renoir.
There is no anger in
the ethereal world.
What is it that's bothering
you, my confidant?
- I feel so ashamed.
- What is it that shames you?
- I didn't do anything.
I just feel stupid
because I cry a lot.
Men shouldn't cry.
- Ah.
There's no shame in emotions.
That's what the creations
of the greatest artists
are born of.
- I guess you're right.
(somber music)
I don't get why somebody
would do that, Aggie.
You shouldn't do
nothing to nobody.
- I know, baby.
But, well...
It's just a damn
shame when someone
has to pay for the
sins of their father's.
- You mean Wishbone?
- Oh, no, no.
There's an old saying.
"Things that happen now
started a long time ago."
You know, things that
got a hold on people.
And well, it's very complicated.
- Nothing should be
complicated enough
to kill a little girl.
Any asshole should be
able to figure that out.
- [Aggie] I know, baby. I know.
- Aggie.
- Hm?
- Do you keep things
locked up around here?
Your door?
Do you keep that
locked up at night?
- Of course.
Are you worried about me?
Justin, I want you
to listen to me.
I've lived here my
whole adult life.
It's never been a very nice
neighborhood, but it's my home.
Nobody bothered me then,
nobody bothers me now.
I'm just an old woman with
a house full of things
that mean nothing
to nobody but me.
And I refuse to be
afraid of the men
who were little boys I love.
Okay?
(Aggie chuckles)
I got something for ya.
I remembered that you love
nostalgia and old photos.
And I ran across
these the other day.
- Is this you?
- It sure is.
- Wow.
How long ago was this?
- Oh, it was many,
many years ago.
I was 18 years old.
That's a scene from an off
Broadway play in New York City.
I was a member of Gabby's Girls.
The only African American
gal in the bunch.
Mhm.
- How long were you a dancer?
- Well, not long.
The love of a man took
over the love of dance.
- How were the white ladies?
Were they nice?
- Well, they were
very nice at first.
I was the underdog, and they
took me up under their wings.
They were sweet as pie,
until they found out
how well I could dance.
And then I became one
of them colored bitches,
among other things.
(Aggie chuckles)
(punching bags thudding)
(Wishbone grunts)
(Wishbone shouts)
- Tyson's at the park.
- He there right now?
- Right now.
- Yeah, right now?
- Come on, man.
- Let's go.
- Get outta here, you punks.
Wishbone.
Don't do it, man.
Don't do it.
Remember what the man said?
If you're gonna go
looking for revenge,
you better dig two graves.
Do not make things worse
than they already are.
- How can anything be
worse than it already is?
Huh?
In three days, I got family
flying in from New York.
And guess what?
It ain't gon' be
no family reunion.
I'm burying my beautiful
six year old baby girl,
who never did one damn thing,
except for try to bring
joy to everyone she met.
She was trying-
- Look, Wishbone.
Wishbone, look.
Listen to me.
Look, I can't even
pretend to understand
what you're feeling right now.
- You got that right.
And I hope you never
do know how that feels.
- Don't do it.
Wishbone!
Wishbone, don't do it!
- [Justin] There's
nothing but crap in here.
- There's plenty of
canned stuff in there.
You can microwave something.
- [Justin] That's all crap too.
God, Mom.
It's like you don't
even give a shit.
- Sometimes you make it
hard to give a shit, Justin.
- What are you
doing there anyway?
- I'm trying to pay the bills.
- [Justin] What?
- Sit down. I want to talk
to you about something.
Come on, sit down.
As soon as I get a job,
I'm gonna be working
a lot of overtime.
- Why?
- [Deena] I wanna save
as much money as I can.
- Why?
What are you gonna buy?
- [Deena] I'm not gonna
buy anything, Justin.
As soon as I can get
a little bit ahead,
we're gonna pack up the truck,
and we're getting
the hell outta here.
- Well, maybe you are,
but I'm staying here.
- [Deena] Justin.
You don't even like it here.
I mean, we could go anywhere.
We could go somewhere warm
somewhere, somewhere peaceful.
Some nice little town somewhere.
- I said I'm not going anywhere!
- Justin.
- [Justin] I'll just
go live with Aggie.
- Justin. I know
that you're mad,
but you can't live with Aggie.
Aggie is an eccentrical lady.
You can't live with her
the rest of your life.
You know, watching old
movies and listening to jazz
and having her give you the
gossip of the neighborhood.
That's another reason why
I think we should leave.
- That "eccentric old
lady" as you call her
happens to have more
class in her little finger
than you'll ever have
in your entire body.
Oh, what's that?
You wanna leave off
for another town
'cause you used up all
the men in this one?
(intense music)
- Justin! Justin!
(intense music)
Oh my God, his inhaler.
Shit, shit, shit.
(tense music)
(engine stutters)
Shit.
Oh, come on, damn it, come on!
Shit.
(tense music)
Um...
(phone rings)
Oh, come on, Maria.
Come on, pick up, pick up.
Shit.
My God.
(tense music)
(dog barks)
(fire crackles)
- You know after
she put it down,
I gotta go back.
I gotta go back.
- Get over here, you...
- [Man] Get off of him!
Let's go!
- We had this huge
blowout, you know.
But he's out there
all alone in the dark,
and he didn't take his inhaler!
- Deena.
He just went to cool off, okay?
That's what kids do.
He'll calm down and come back
like nothing ever happened.
- No, no, this was different.
You know, this wasn't
just a little tiff.
You know, I wanna call the cops,
but he hasn't been
gone long enough.
- Look, look, look,
we'll find him, okay?
I won't leave until we do.
(sirens blaring)
- [Officer] Put the knife down!
(radio chatter)
- Oh my God, over there!
No, a little closer!
Please, pull up.
- Deena.
- No, something may
have happened to my kid!
(radio chatter)
- [Rocket] Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
- [Deena] No, let go of me!
- [Rocket] Wait.
- [Deena] Justin?
- [Rocket] Deena!
- [Deena] Justin?
Justin!
- Need a 52, code two,
for a stabbing victim.
- So that was your
friend? Wishbone?
- Childhood friend, yeah.
- Oh my God, his little girl.
- Stellie should've
kept her mouth shut.
- Stellie?
- Yeah, Wishbone's
wife, ex-wife.
- I don't understand.
- His little girl, that
was a message to Stellie.
- What are you talking about?
- In my line of work,
you hear things.
Sonny is the pulse of
the grapevine, nosy shit.
He tells me things that
I'd rather not hear.
- Look, I still don't get
what you're talking about.
- Stellie got pitched.
They had her on drugs, dealing.
She was gonna go
away for a long time,
unless she started naming
names, and she did.
- Why didn't they go
after her? Why her kid?
- When she disappeared,
every Tom, Dick and
Harry in this town
knew she was somewhere
running her mouth.
- But what do you mean
running her mouth?
I mean, yeah, she was
trying to save her own ass,
but she was doing some
good for the neighborhood
by turning in those
pieces of shit.
- You don't turn
on your own, Deena.
- You sound like
you're defending them.
- I'm not defending them.
I'm not.
It's not right, but
that's just the way it is.
(dogs barking)
(motorcycle revs)
Deena, hey, hey, hey-
- What? What?
- Hey, hey.
- No, I hear his music.
I think he's home.
- Okay, he's home.
He's safe.
(knocking)
- Justin.
Justin, are you okay?
- [Justin] What do you care?
- Hey, buddy.
My name's William. My
friends call me Rocket.
Listen.
Why don't you open
the door, let us in,
see that you're okay.
Or I could come in.
You know, we could
talk, man to man.
- [Justin] If I let you in,
there would only
be one man here,
and his name is Justin.
- What'd I tell you?
Kids love me, I know
we'd hit it off.
- You know what?
Don't even worry about it.
He's just gonna get himself
all worked up all over again.
Okay, Justin.
I'll leave you be,
and we can talk in
the morning, okay?
All right, good night.
- I'll stick around for
a little bit, all right?
Make sure he doesn't jet.
- Okay.
Yeah, thanks.
- Of course.
(drowned out jazz music)
- You know, you
get a phone call.
- I know the drill.
Won't be necessary.
- Suit yourself.
(cell door clangs)
- So I'm 17, homeless,
sleeping under bridges.
I get a job as a dishwasher,
cook, some shithole bar.
That's when I meet Sonny.
Tells me he's in
the movie business,
asks me what I'm doing wasting
my time in a place like this.
Says he needs editors,
screenwriters, cameramen.
I was just some dipshit
kid, I bought it.
- So, what happened?
You know, when you
got started at 17.
- I mean, he was real
slick at first, you know.
Had me running errands,
shit like that.
I didn't know what was going on.
Ah, that was stupid.
- So when did you, you know,
realize what he
was really doing?
- I think deep down inside,
I kinda always knew.
- Sure.
- For my 18th birthday,
he had a woman come
over to my apartment.
- Oh, geez.
(Deena laughs)
- Yeah.
(melancholic acoustic music)
- So here I am, older,
not a whole lot wiser.
(Justin grunts)
(somber acoustic music)
(Justin sighs)
- Vinny, I'm
surprised to see you.
I haven't called for you.
- I sensed some angst.
Could I perhaps be
of some comfort?
- Well, do you
know what happened?
- Alas, no.
I can only see into your
life if you allow me to.
A disgruntled artist.
You should tell yourself...
"I'm seeking, I'm striving,
and I mean with all my heart."
- Well, it's not that easy.
I'm trying to
remember something,
and it's too bad to talk about.
But I can tell you.
- So you write screenplays?
- Yeah.
Even had the nerve to
show one to someone.
- [Deena] Yeah?
- Yeah.
He said he was "blown away".
He said he was gonna
change gears for a while.
Produce something
reputable for a change.
Said he'd use my script.
- So did he?
- Yeah.
He calls me, tells me he's
got a surprise for me.
It's my script.
Now what I wrote was PG, okay?
Sonny sends me over some
moaning, groaning sex fest.
- [Deena] Oh.
- With a little bit of my
dialogue sprinkled on top.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe I ever
thought that sleazy bastard
would produce
anything reputable.
- Well, have you shown
your stuff to anyone else?
- Who am I gonna show, Deena?
I edit porn.
Nobody's gonna
take me seriously.
- I don't know. I
mean, I don't know.
I just have this feeling
like, you just never know.
(melancholic acoustic music)
- It's getting kind of late.
- Yeah.
- I should get outta here.
- Yeah, sure.
Thanks for the beer.
- Yeah.
- [Rocket] Take care.
- See ya.
- So, I don't know what to do.
- Well, I wish I
could advise you,
but I have little
knowledge of the workings
of the 21st century.
First and foremost though,
there is self-preservation.
- Well, I have to do something.
- Well, remember what I told
you in our first encounter?
- What would life be if
we never had the courage
to attend anything?
Hey, Mom?
- [Deena] Yeah.
- Can you pick up newspapers?
One of my assignments
is on current events.
- The convenience store is
just a couple blocks down.
You can walk down and get one.
- But Mom-
- No, Justin, come on.
Dr. James said
you that you were-
- Fine, I'll do it.
- You were supposed to be
getting out to do these things.
Here's a couple bucks.
I'm gonna be out for a while,
so you can go hang
out with Aggie.
You guys can have a movie night.
Bye.
(cell doors slamming)
- [Man] All y'all knew.
- [Judge] Clarence
William Devon.
You are here charged
with first degree murder
in the death of Tyus Freemont.
How do you plead?
- [Wishbone] Guilty.
(catchy music)
- Aggie.
Were you able to
dance like that?
- I probably thought so.
(Aggie chuckles)
Oh my goodness, look
what time it is.
It's my fault, I got you
caught up in this movie.
But you know what?
We still got time for you to
do one of your assignments.
(Justin sighs)
(Aggie chuckles)
- [Wishbone] What did
daddy tell you about
climbing on that couch?
- [Tania] It's a
balance beam, Daddy.
I'm gonna be a gymnast.
- [Wishbone] You said you
wanted to be an artist, right?
- [Tania] I want to do both.
- Aggie.
- Hi, Justin.
I'm sorry to wake you up.
You weren't in your room,
so I was thinking
you might be here.
I hope I didn't scare you.
I know you've been
real, real sad.
I just wanna stop by
and tell you I'm okay.
Justin, can you please
do something for me?
Can you please tell
my daddy I'm okay?
He's been real sad.
- Do you think you can do it?
That might be better.
- I can't, Justin.
My daddy doesn't believe
the same things as you.
That's why it wouldn't work.
- [Justin] Oh.
- My daddy sure did like
that picture you drew.
He told me if I kept practicing,
I'd be as good as the
little boy in the park.
He bought me an art box
like yours for my birthday.
It was supposed
to be a surprise.
I found it.
I snooped.
I'd be real happy
if you'd tell him.
- [Justin] Okay.
- But don't tell him
I found that art box,
he'd get mad at me
'cause I was so nosy.
- I won't.
- One time Daddy told me,
"Tania Agnes Devon.
You may be only six years old,
but you're the nosiest
woman I ever did know."
- Tania, are you happy?
- Mostly, but I'm
sad about my daddy.
I'd be real happy if
he knows I'm all right.
- Okay.
(calming ambient music)
Vinny?
- [Vincent] Greetings!
- I need to ask you something,
it's gonna sound stupid.
- Well, the only
unintelligent question-
- Are you real?
- Of course I'm real.
Why would you think otherwise?
- I was reading up
on schizophrenia.
"A person hears voices and
sometimes sees things."
And I saw the little girl,
the one that got shot.
She seemed so real.
- Do you doubt
that she was real?
- No, that's the point.
Schizophrenics believe
what they see and hear.
I read about it in the issue
of the 21st Century Psychology.
Maybe I'm just sitting
here talking to myself.
I'm getting scared.
I also read that voices
are really nice at first.
I don't know what to do.
I don't wanna be crazy.
- These people,
voices that you hear.
Are they kind?
- Yeah, they're really nice.
But that's how it starts.
- You have opened your
heart, Master Justin.
Once you do that, you
open yourself to visits
from all kinds of
kindred spirits.
They'll always be kind.
They won't visit you if
you don't want them to.
If you are truly mad, they
would continue to come,
whether you wanted
them to or not.
- I just hope I'm not crazy.
- Mm.
I thought as you did, my
protege, that I was mad.
But after my demise, I
realized I was not mad at all.
It was the world
around me that was mad.
Does that make sense?
You're probably too youthful
to understand right now,
but you will someday.
- I'll be back in a minute.
Might be a little longer
than that if Rosa's working.
(Aggie chuckles)
You know, she can talk
a person's ear off.
- Okay.
(phone rings)
Aggie?
(phone rings)
Aggie.
(phone rings)
Hello?
- Aggie, it's Wishbone.
- Hey, Wishbone.
It's Justin Travers.
- Oh, I thought I called-
- This is Aggie's house.
You met me in the park.
Aggie went to go
get some coffee.
I can talk to you
until she gets back.
- Justin? The little
boy from the park?
The artist?
- [Justin] That's me.
- How you been, buddy?
- I'm good. Aggie's helping
me with my math homework.
- Oh, I see.
Well, I don't have
much time to talk.
You draw any more masterpieces?
- Yeah, I'm working
on something now.
It's taking me a
really long time.
- I'm sure whatever it
is, it will be awesome.
- I hope so.
I'm thinking about
entering it into a contest.
- Well, I know if I was a judge,
I know you'd get my vote.
- Thanks.
I wanna tell you something,
but I don't know if I should.
- You can tell me
anything, buddies for life.
- I saw Tania.
- You mean that day at the park?
- No, she really
came to talk to me.
She wanted me to let you
know that she's al right.
- You mean you had a
dream about Tania, huh?
- No.
Or, kind of.
I really saw her.
Don't you believe me?
- Yeah, look, I
believe you buddy.
But it was just a dream.
A vivid dream.
Hey, I appreciate you trying
to make me feel better.
- I wasn't supposed
to tell you something,
I promised, but...
- What's that?
- You bought her an art box
just like mine for her birthday.
You said if she
practiced real hard,
she'd become as good as the
little boy in the park someday.
(melancholic wondrous music)
Wishbone?
Are you still there?
- Hey, look buddy, I gotta go.
You tell Aggie I said thank
you for letting me add her
to my call list.
And you take care, okay?
(phone slams)
(wondrous melancholic music)
(Justin sighs)
(Wishbone exhales)
- What?
(people chattering)
(bell rings)
- What is up, little man?
How you doin'?
All right. Good to see ya.
- My mom needs smokes, sir.
- Yeah, she just called.
I'll get 'em to you on the sly.
I don't wanna get my ass
in a jam with anybody.
Now, come have a seat.
You tell me what's new.
- Not much, school lessons.
Mom nagging me.
Whatever.
- You be good to your mama.
She's good people.
Hey.
I usually save those
for happy hour,
but this is a special occasion.
Hey, can we get another round?
- Yep, I'm there.
(plates clanging)
(cell phone buzzes)
- What?
- [Rocket] Deena?
- Hey.
- [Rocket] Something wrong?
- Oh, no. You know,
it's just Justin.
I mean, sometimes I
think he's a lost cause.
I don't wanna get into it.
What's up?
- [Rocket] I was just
thinking about you.
I was wondering if you
might wanna hang out.
- Sure.
Yeah, when?
- [Rocket] I'm at work,
but I'll be home in a bit.
You can go over, hang out and
wait for me if you want to.
My keys are in the
bottom of the mailbox.
Bring Justin.
(Deena laughs)
- Yeah, right.
What are we gonna do? Make
popcorn and watch movies?
- [Rocket] Sure.
Didn't you say he
likes the old stuff?
I got a bunch.
Cagney, Stewart, Grant.
- Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.
I'll see you there.
- [Rocket] Wanna do the
dishes before I get home?
- Not funny.
- [Rocket] It was a joke, Deena.
I gotta run, but I'll
see you guys soon.
- Okay, I'll see you later.
Bye.
Hello?
Yeah.
Hi, Maria.
No.
Yeah, how's life been treating
you since the big layoffs?
What?
No, I never heard of it.
When?
Yeah, I mean, that sounds great.
Yeah, I mean...
Yeah, maybe we could
share a place or...
Yeah, until we get
enough money saved,
or yeah, until we
drive each other crazy.
Yeah, that could work too.
(Deena chuckles)
Okay.
Well look, I'm gonna
head out for a bit,
but can I call you
back in a while?
Okay, sounds good.
All right.
Hey, Maria, thank you.
Okay, bye.
- Whoa.
When'd you get this?
- Ah, a couple weeks ago.
When Rudy's Bar closed down.
(bell rings)
Ah.
Is this a red
letter day or what?
Martavious King, you get
your ragged ass over here,
and give your
god-daddy a big hug.
(Martavious laughs)
All right.
Hey.
What's this that I have to
learn through the grapevine
that you're gonna be a daddy?
(Martavious laughs)
- I'm sorry.
I've been meaning
to stop by though.
- Oh, sure.
(Martavious laughs)
Hey, sit down.
- What's up?
- What's this all
about Wishbone?
Do you know anything?
I'm just sick about him.
It's really sick.
- I don't know.
(men chattering)
(tense music)
(bell rings)
(phone beeps)
(phone rings)
- [Aggie] Hello.
You've reached Aggie Langford.
I can't take your
call right now.
Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to
you as soon as I can.
- Hey Aggie, it's me.
As soon as you get this,
could you please come over?
It's really important.
(tense music)
- So you know after she put
it down, I gotta go back.
I gotta go back.
- Get over here.
- Get off of him!
Let's go!
Get up! Let's go!
Come on, baby.
- Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah, boy!
What you doin'?
Come on, man.
Devon, we gotta go, man!
(tense music)
(Justin knocking)
- Aggie.
(Justin knocking)
Aggie!
(Justin knocking)
Aggie!
(melancholic music)
Aggie?
Aggie?
(melancholic music)
(Justin shrieks)
- It was my time to go.
Not yours, baby.
- Please wake up, Justin.
You're the only one
that can help my daddy.
- In spite of everything,
I will rise again.
- [Operator] 9-1-1.
What is the address
of your emergency?
- [Woman] It's Dowling Street.
- [Operator] What's
going on, ma'am?
- It's a little boy,
and he's unconscious.
It's Mrs. Gladys, I'm
his next door neighbor.
(siren blares)
- [Operator] Is he
breathing, ma'am?
- I don't think so.
Justin.
Justin.
Come on, stay with me, buddy.
Come on.
(melancholic music)
(siren blares)
- Sorry, I was
running a little late.
I see you found the
spare keys all right.
What the hell are you doing?
You going through my shit?
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I was
waiting here for you,
and you didn't show up,
and I started reading,
and I couldn't stop.
I couldn't put it down.
William.
You're so good.
- Stop.
- You're so damn good.
You should be submitting
this to something.
- Stop.
(melancholic music)
- Oh.
Oh.
The little boy.
That was you.
- So what, you know me now?
- No.
- You don't know shit, Deena.
(soft piano music)
(cell phone buzzes)
- Hello?
Oh my God.
No, no, I will be right there.
I'll be right there, thank you.
Okay, thank you, bye.
- What's wrong?
- It's Justin. He's
in the hospital.
- Come on, I'll go with you.
(knocking)
- Hey.
How you feelin'?
Mrs. Layton is here.
She brought this for you.
They're pictures of Aggie.
- I know what it is.
- Okay.
I have to go out and just
run a couple errands.
She's gonna stay.
She'll be downstairs if
you should need anything.
Okay?
- [Justin] I don't
need a babysitter.
- Justin, I know.
But you just got out of the
hospital a couple days ago.
So she's here just
in case, okay?
- Fine.
- I won't be gone long.
I'll be back to help
you with your nebulizer.
Okay.
And I don't know how I'm
gonna tell him, Gladys.
I mean, this is just a bad
time to pull up and leave.
But I have to work,
and it's decent money.
- Hey, hey, don't worry.
Okay?
He is a strong little boy.
He is.
- You know, he
loved Aggie so much.
You know, I loved her too.
I mean, I never
even told her that.
Do you know I never
even said thank you
after everything she did for us?
- Oh, come on.
She knew.
And she knew what it
was like to struggle.
She knew.
(wondrous music)
(uptempo hiphop music)
(knocking)
- Yeah?
- Martavious King?
- That's me.
- Can we come in? Ask
you a few questions?
- [Martavious] About what?
- Clarence Devon.
- What about him?
- He's-
- Well, he's run into some
unfortunate legal problems,
and we thought that maybe you
could give us some insight.
We'd like you to come
down to the station.
Just ask you a few questions,
you're not in any trouble.
- Listen, listen.
Without a search warrant,
you are not coming in.
And without an arrest
warrant, I'm not coming out.
Have a good day.
(door slams)
(melancholic music)
- Mr. Justin.
- [Justin] Hi, Wishbone.
I hope you are okay.
I'm fine.
We're moving in a few days.
We're going to California.
The factory my mom works at
is starting a new one there.
I'll send you my new address,
and we can be pen
pals if you want.
I drew a picture for you,
and I hope it makes
you happy and not sad.
It's from the day
we met in the park.
Your friend, Justin Travers.
(melancholic music)
(Wishbone sobs)
- Hey, David.
Would you like to
go to lunch with...
Oh my goodness.
When did you that?
This afternoon.
It was a gift from one
of my younger patients
after our last session.
He painted it himself.
Looks like one of those Vincent
van Goghs you love so much.
- Right?
It was for a thing called
the Van Gogh Challenge.
Each one of the entrants
had to do their own version
of a Van Gogh painting
and rename it.
He chose the Starry Night
and called it Charcoal Skies.
- Did he win?
(David chuckles)
- [David] No, he never entered.
- Why not?
It's amazing.
- Yeah, well, he didn't think
it was good enough
for the competition,
but he did think it
was good enough for me.
You know, there's
an interesting story
behind the painting
of Starry Night.
Vincent Willem van
Gogh painted it
while looking out at an area
called Saint-Rmy-de-Provence.
He was in a mental institution.
And the view from his window
was looking east from his room.
He loved to paint in the
stillness before dawn
to calm himself.
He didn't like the painting,
he wanted to destroy it.
But his brother
talked him out of it.
One of the most famous
paintings in the world.
(Deena laughs)
- Justin.
You have to see this.
Look at it, it's this
video that's going viral.
This big hotshot from
the Louvre Museum,
he was showing some
dignitaries around,
and he reached up,
and his pants fell
down around his ankles.
You should appreciate this,
as much as you love art.
(Deena laughs)
(wondrous music)
(car honks)
I'll be right back.
(wondrous music)
- There she is.
- Hi.
- So this is it, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, I guess
we're about set.
- How's Justin doing
with all of this?
- You know, I don't know that
he's real happy about it,
but he's resigned.
You know, he's still
gonna see a psychiatrist.
Dr. James found me
someone in California.
- Good, that's good.
- Yeah.
- I'm glad I got to see
you before you left.
I got some news.
I wanted to tell
you face to face.
- Wait, wait.
What's wrong?
- Why something always
gotta be wrong, Deena?
- Because when someone tells you
they need to tell you
something face to face,
Usually there's something wrong.
- No, nothing's wrong.
- So what is it?
- You ever hear
of a film company,
"Again With A Feeling"?
- Yeah.
Yeah, but what does that
have to do with anything?
- They bought one of my scripts.
- Oh my God.
For real?
- Yeah, for real.
What you said to
me the other night
about being a
great screenwriter,
it helped me.
I submitted a
script to an agent.
He hooked me up and...
- William, you should
come out to LA.
- LA?
- Yeah, I mean, we're
gonna be right near there.
You'd have all kinds of
opportunities, you know?
Just the sky's the limit.
- I don't know.
What about...
- What about what?
- Well, Sonny.
- What about him?
- He's not doing so hot.
His health, it's failing.
I'm all he's ever had, you know?
He's all I ever had, Deena.
- I mean, he could
come with you.
It's just never
too late, you know.
I mean...
- Sonny's not gonna move.
(somber music)
You're an amazing person, Deena.
- Well, you know, I'm
still really happy for you.
I'm gonna tell everyone I know
that I'm friends with a
big, famous screenwriter.
- Take care, Deena.
All right?
(dramatic music)
(door slams)
- Well, are you all set?
- Yeah.
I took one last look
around the place,
and I got everything.
- Okay.
You're not gonna take Van Gogh?
- No, I think I'll
leave him here.
He kinda cheers up the place.
- Okay.
Well, will you help me with
these last couple boxes,
and then we can head out.
I'll lock up.
(dog faintly barks)
Well, are you ready
for this, kiddo?
- Yeah, I think so.
- I mean, this has been my...
Our home, you know,
our whole lives.
- I know, Mom.
But what would life be
if we never had the courage
to attempt anything?
(calming music)
(car engine revs)
(calming string music)
Brighter days
are on their way
Forever down on their stay
Brighter days
are on their way
Chasing sunsets in the sky
Won't let these
moments pass us by
Take my hand,
don't be afraid
Brighter days
are on their way
Brighter days
are on their way
Forever's how
long they'll stay
Brighter days
are on their way
Lovely star shine
lights my way to bed
Magic rainbows
glisten in my head
Just like a child,
I live in Wonderland
All my dreams
are coming true
Heavy shackles used
to hold me down
Now my feet don't
even reach the ground
Just like a prisoner
when his sentence ends
All my dreams
are coming true
I think I'll go
fly into the sky
Give the moon a smooch,
he's my kind of guy
Maybe I'll even
give Saturn a try
If he offers his ring
with that look in his eye
Excuse me if I'm silly
Like a goose
gone willy nilly
And I owe this
happiness to you
Love has changed my
former point of view
Just like a butterfly,
I've got new ways
All my dreams are comin'
All my dreams are hummin'
All my dreams
are coming true