Hold on, Mom. Hold on, dad.
You should park the car on the escalator, and back...
- So? - What?
- Up, down and then up. - Test, dummy. How'd it go?
It was all right.
You didn't call home last night.
I was worried.
Go on the escalator.
Guess I could really use that cell phone.
Go on the escalator.
- Well, look who's back. - Oh, hi.
Hi, Jean.
Thanks.
You're a lifesaver.
So how was your old roommate?
Oh, great.
Yeah, thanks for doing this on such short notice.
Let me give you something for your time.
That's not necessary.
No, really. I insist.
Please don't.
Okay.
Uh, any calls?
Nope, it was very quiet.
She's asleep on your bed. It was a very busy day.
That's great.
Um, Jean, is everything okay?
Yeah, she's a wonderful child.
Mommy.
Mommy!
Yeah.
Are you coming?
- I have something. - What?
I have something for you.
Just give me a second here, okay?
Brad.
Hmm.
Aarors been telling me about his new friend Lucy.
She sounds like a sweet little girl.
What's her mother like?
Nice enough, I guess.
I can't even remember her name.
Isn't it Sarah?
Sarah?
Yeah, Sarah,
from the pool.
Her daughter's name is Lucy.
Oh, Lucy's mom. Yeah, I forgot. That's right.
Her name is Sarah.
Hmm.
Yeah, it might be really nice for Aaron
if they came over for dinner.
Okay.
So you're in advertising?
No, that's... that's a common misconception.
I' not in advertising. I' in branding.
And that's very different.
Richard's pretty high up in the company.
Yeah yeah, I have these clients
and they'll come to me when they have,
you know, a new product they wanna sell.
Like, um, these guys, they were in a couple weeks ago.
They're trying to open this chain of Chinese restaurants, right?
They're talking to me and l... I look down at the table
and I realize that none of these guys were Chinese.
Where were they from?
They're a bunch of fat cats from Tennessee.
They think they can start a chain of Chinese restaurants good enough
to fool the average American boob.
Oh, God.
Mmm!
- This is delicious. - Isn't it?
Brad's a fantastic cook.
So you guys see these fliers with the guy's face
plastered all over our village?
Lots of Sturm und drang in our quiet little town, huh?
Yeah, it's crazy.
What I want to know is why they let a creep like that out of prison.
Some of the people going after him are just as crazy.
- What do you mean? - Well, just today I heard that
some nut's been spray-painting the poor guy's house,
lighting fires on his porch. God knows what else.
- Do they know who's doing it? - Huh-uh.
They think it's some ex-cop.
You know, that guy who killed that kid at the mall.
Yeah, I don't think it's him.
You're biased. You're friends with the guy.
Brad's on that Committee of Concerned Parents
with him.
I didn't know you were on that.
I play on his football team.
He asked me to distribute some fliers.
He's on your team.
You never told me that.
Yeah.
You know what's weird? I've never even seen this McGorvey guy.
- We did. - No, we didn't.
Not you. Me and Brad.
That day at the pool, remember?
Yeah, I-I totally forgot.
- Well, what happened? - Sexual tension is an elusive thing,
but Kathy had pretty good radar for it.
It was like someone had turned a knob a hair to the right,
and the radio station clicked in so loud and clear
it almost knocked her over.
Once she became aware of the connection between them,
it seemed impossible that she'd missed it before.
On a hunch, Kathy dropped her fork
in the hopes that while retrieving it
she would catch Sarah and Brad playing footsie,
- but she was mistaken. - Asked him to leave, and he left.
But you know what? He didn't look scary, right? I mean...
No, it... it wasrt that big of a deal, you know.
- No, he's like a regular guy, you know? - Yeah, I mean...
Kathy, are you okay?
Uh, yeah.
Just a sec.
Brad had convinced himself
the dinner party had gone well.
That he and Sarah had managed to put Kathy's suspicions to rest,
at least temporarily.
She certainly hadrt accused him of anything,
or behaved in a way that made him think
she'd noticed anything untoward.
I' really glad they came over.
- Good night. - Good night.
Two days later, however,
his mother-in-law showed up for a surprise visit...
- Thank you, John. ...of ominously indeterminate length.
And from that moment on, she accompanied Brad
and Aaron everywhere:
To the playground;
- We need some butter. - To the supermarket;
And to the town pool.
Hi, Aaron.
Hi, Lucy.
The worst of it was the pool.
Nevertheless, after threatening all week
to go the football game, Brad's mother-in-law decided against it
at the last minute.
- So are you coming? - Well, I'd like to,
but I' a little tired.
You sure? You're welcome to.
No, go ahead. You and Aaron
sure kept me hopping this afternoon.
Looks like you're on your own.
Oh, that's my ride.
- What time are you gonna be home? - I don't know.
Pretty late, though.
Be careful and stay out of trouble.
Winds whisper of high hopes,
victory is in the skies.
One joins with many on the summer's green field.
At 0 and 5, the Guardians were the basement dwellers
of the Tri-County Touch Football Night League.
The Controllers, a team of young hotshots from the financial district
were 4 and 1 with an explosive offense
that regularly racked up 40 to 50 points a game.
But from the opening kickoff,
this ragtag group of law enforcement officers
decided to crunch their own numbers.
But the Controllers scored first
after recovering a Bart Williams fumble
deep in Guardians' territory near the end of the second quarter.
The Guardians evened things up early in the second half...
moving methodically downfield
on an 80-yard touchdown drive.
The Controllers regained the lead with a fourth quarter field goal.
With less than a minute to go, trailing by three,
the Guardians faced the extinction of their hopes.
- Down! - It was their last chance...
4th and 5 on their own 35.
Set!
Hut, hut!
Yeah yeah yeah!
Yeah yeah!
Yeah!
Oh my God!
Yeah!
Brad, Brad!
What do you want?
Everyone is waiting for us at the bar. Are... are... are you coming?
Why don't you go on ahead? I'll catch up later.
You're gonna come, right? I mean, we gotta celebrate.
Yeah yeah yeah, I'll be there.
- You promise? - Jesus, Larry, I just told you.
- Well, you got a ride? - Yeah.
Okay.
I'll have a cold one waiting for you.
Larry, you have to go home now.
Just give me five more minutes. He promised he was coming.
I don't care what he promised, I want to lock up.
Now get your butt out of here!
Now!
When I looked up there and saw you it was just...
wow... wow.
Thank God you came.
I don't want to go home.
I want to stay right here forever.
No, I do. For the first time in my life
I feel like anything is possible. Like I can do anything, you know?
What are we doing?
What do you mean?
It's not real, Brad.
What?
This. It's wrong and it's weird.
How long are we gonna sneak around together?
How long can that last? I can't do this anymore.
No, no don't say that.
As long as I know that we're gonna have this...
Have what?
What is this?
Look...
if that dinner at your house was any indication,
you seem pretty happy with your wife.
You know, you have a perfect life
- and I don't wanna to be the... - Okay, stop stop stop.
Run away with me.
What?
You don't mean that.
You believe in me.
Come on.
We'll go away, figure this thing out.
It's not weird.
The kids are comfortable with each other.
I know there's more to it than that, but...
let's do this.
Please. Please, Sarah.
Oh my God.
You really mean it, don't you?
Yes.
Okay.
Okay. Okay. Yes!
Okay, yes.
Fucking Brad, I' so sick of hearing about Brad.
I' fucking over it.
I don't even like him. He's a loser.
"Brad made the fucking touchdown."
Yeah, you know why he hasn't the balls to show up here?
'Cause I fucking made the block. It's bullshit.
That's why he's not even here, he's fucking embarrassed to see me.
I don't even like anybody in this fucking town.
Wake up, wake up!
Wake up, Woodward Court!
Okay, I' awake.
Open your eyes! Get your goddamn heads out of the sand!
My heads? My goddamn heads?
Don't you people love your children?
Don't you want to protect them from evil?
Woodward Court, there's a pervert in your midst!
There's a goddamn pervert in your midst!
Open your eyes! Protect the children!
Save the children!
Wake up and see the grass!
- Just stay inside, Ronnie. - Save the children!
Open your goddamn eyes!
Wake up and save your children!
You dirty son of a bitch! Get off my lawn!
Who the hell do you think you are, Mr. High and Mighty?
No perverts in Woodward Court!
You think you're God? Far from it!
I don't think I' God! I never said I was!
You murderer, you killed the boy.
I didn't murder anyone. Now why don't you go back inside, put some clothes on?
You shot him through the neck. I read it in the paper.
- No perverts in... - You son of a bitch. Give me that.
Hey hey!
Give me that! You're...
- You need to go home. - The police are coming.
I mean, you're scaring my kids.
Your kids need to be frightened!
They live across the street from a pervert!
Ow! Oh!
Oh my God, Mrs. McGorvey. Are you okay?
May. May!
May... I think we should call an ambulance.
Karen, call an ambulance, right now!
- I' doing it! - Oh, fuck.
- May! - This is all I need.
Excuse me, Mr. McGorvey, we need to ask you some questions.
$14.35.
The Fed continuing its campaign against inflation
by raising short-term interest rates for the 10th time yesterday.
Usually there is a correlation between inflation and gold prices.
Let's take you over to our stocks desk...
Cafe con leche?
Thank you.
Kim Bryson, please call the operator.
Madre.
Me too. She's resting.
Get down, knock it off!
Quiet.
Bring him around.
It's all yours.
Mr. McGorvey.
I' afraid we have some bad news.
Do you have a mortuary to make arrangements for you?
It's not a problem. The hospital has a list that I can provide you with.
Here's what's going to happen:
Your mother's body will remain in her bed
for up to three hours.
Three hours is typical.
But if there's a request for more time, depending on our occupancy,
that's usually not a problem.
If there's anyone you need to call...
family, friends...
they're welcome to full bedside visitation privileges
before the body is taken downstairs
to be prepped for transport.
Do you have any questions that come to mind?
Anything I can help you with?
- No. - Okay.
I'd like to remind you to take your mother's personal belongings with you
before you leave the hospital today.
And all I need from you now
is to sign this release- of-remains form.
Aaron.
Hey hey, buddy.
Can you wake up?
Could you take your hat off for me?
Just for a second.
Are you mad at me, daddy?
No. No no no, not at all.
I just want you to know
that I love you very much,
and I would never do anything to hurt you, okay?
Okay.
Now you can go back to sleep.
Lucy, come on.
Let's go.
I will not go in the car seat!
- You have to go in the car... - I will not go in the car seat!
Yes, you will!
- You will go in the car seat. - No, I won't!
Yes, you will. Go in the car seat.
I will not go in the car seat!
Okay, just...
you don't have to go in the car seat.
You can just go here. No, actually...
go on the floor. Okay.
Okay, go down on the floor. You have to stay down, okay?
Mommy is gonna get arrested. Just stay down, okay?
Okay.
Mommy, I want to go home.
Yeah, in a minute,
as soon as Brad gets here.
Hello?
Ronnie?
Oh my God.
- Are you all right? - Yeah! Let's do it. Let's go!
Hey, dude!
What's the hurry?
Yeah! Oh!
- This is so sick. - Damn.
- Nice. - Oh, man.
Yeah, man.
- How about you take a run? - What?
Yeah, give it a shot. See what happens.
You guys are crazy, I can't do that.
It's not about that, it's about skating.
Whoo!
Come on. Come on.
Do you need help?
She's g... gone.
She's gone.
Who? Who's gone?
Mommy. Mommy's gone.
I...
I' sorry.
She loved me.
She's the only one.
Mommy died.
Lucy?
Lucy! Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy! Lucy!
Lucy!
Get in the car seat! Get in the car seat!
It's okay, Mommy.
Lucy.
I' sorry.
I' so sorry.
Would you like to go home?
Yeah?
Brad.
Brad, can you hear me?
D... don't move. The ambulance is on its way.
Jesus.
What happened to me?
These kids say you've been out cold for the last five minutes.
- You almost had it. - Dude, you were awesome.
- That shit was gnarly, son. - Back up, back up! Give him some space.
You just hold still, all right? Hold still.
Hey, bro!
Here, this fell out of your pocket.
I don't need it anymore.
- Hey, duane. - Hm?
Could you call my wife?
You got it, buddy.
Here we go.
I' so sorry, Ronnie.
I really am.
I never wanted anything like this to happen.
Are... are you... are you okay?
- Oh, no! - Gonna be good now.
Oh my God!
Hold on, Ronnie.
You hold on.
I' not gonna let anything happen to you.
You hold on there, okay, buddy?
In his wildest dreams
Larry would never have imagined he'd once again be in this position,
where precious minutes count.
Tonight he could save a life.
He knew Ronnie had done some bad things in the past,
but so had Larry.
You couldn't change the past.
But the future could be a different story.
And it had to start somewhere.