Trees of Peace (2021) Movie Script

Hey, I got a message
for all you parents out there.
I have the solution
for the two and half months
of insanity.
Send them to camp! Yes.
Get rid of those snotty-nosed,
screaming children of yours.
Play a song already.
I do it every year.
Overnight camp
is a godsend, baby!
Kate! Cheryl's here !
-All right, Ma. I'm comin'!
-Next year at this time,
we'll be shoutin'
you and Kate's names
at graduation.
- I know.
Can you believe it?
-Believe what?
-That we're graduating
next year.
-Mm. It feels like yesterday
I was breastfeedin' you.
-Mom, come on. Come on.
Don't put that in Cheryl's mind.
Why would you say that?
- Yeah, too late.
-I feel like a high
school's been like waiting
in this very long line
for a roller coaster,
and only now
are we getting on the ride.
And the next year
is gonna be the first drop.
And we'll be laughing
and screaming
the whole way down.
- Dude.
-I bet you girls are.
-I know.
-I remember my senior year.
Bill and I had our first kiss.
-Okay. Thank you.
Nobody wants to hear
about you and Dad's love life.
Thank you. Thank you.
-I wanted to gag myself,
picturing you suckin'
on your Mom's tits.
-Fucking tell me about it.
Hey, good morning,
Mister Mclaughlin.
-Good mornin' Katie.
So are you excited about
your last day of school?
-How about you, Cheryl?
-Yeah, no, I am.
I just, you know, I really
need a job this summer, so.
-Oh, well. Let's see what
we can do about that.
Now you just come down
to the office
and I'm sure we can find
for a really ambitious little
lady from the neighborhood.
Thank you so much.
That'd be great.
I'll be there.
-Good. That's good.
Now, listen now.
The best thing
about my daily routine
is watching you two girls
go to school.
-No, we love our walk
to school, really.
-You know, we get to see
all of our neighbors.
-Well, you're great girls.
-Your money or your life.
-Marty, you dope!
-Marty, don't sneak up
on the girls like that.
-Yes, sir,
Mister McLaughlin.
-Now, where
are your manners, really?
-I-I wasn't thinking.
I'm sorry.
-I may have
to talk to your dad.
-Yes, sir.
-Oh, that's okay?
- Uh, I'm--I'm sorry.
-All right.
-You have a good one,
all right?
-You too. I'll--we'll see you
at the office, huh?
-Thank you so much.
See you at the office.
Yeah, thank you.
-All right.
-Kate, you couldn't wait for me?
-Man, it was gettin' late.
We had to leave.
-Marty, take that puppy dog look
off your face.
You caught up to us.
- You want
my father to kill you?
-I'm just holding your hand.
What's the big deal?
-Oh God, Marty,
don't be a prick.
Everybody knows Mister Coughlin
is overprotective of Kate.
Did you ask her to
go out with you yet?
-Why? Because you are scared
to death of him.
-I am not.
-Yes, you are.
-No, I'm not.
-Yes, you are.
-No, I'm not.
Good morning, Missis Bunkley.
-Good morning, Kate.
How's your father and your mom?
-Oh, they're fine.
They're fine.
-Missis Bunkley,
you still need me
to sweep the steps after school?
-Yeah. If I wait on John,
it'll never get done.
If his father wasn't in prison,
maybe he wouldn't be so bad.
You kids. go on. Enjoy the day.
- All right.
Hey, you get some rest,
all right?
-Geez, why's she
so hard on John?
-Really? Man,
I think he's an asshole
for treating his grandma
the way he does.
-John's dad is locked up
for murder, ain't he?
-Yeah. He whacked a dude
for Mister McLaughlin.
Beat him to death with
his bare hands, I heard.
-Eww, Marty.
Subject change, please. God.
-You know
this is the last time
you're walking to school
as a junior.
Next time you'll be a senior.
-Time flies.
I'll see you tonight.
-Uh, no. This afternoon. I'll be
home right after school.
We said we were
gonna go visit Mom.
-Thank you.
-Yeah, you got something?
-I have nothing.
-Hey, hey, Wendy.
Last day of school.
Listen, offer still stands.
I can use someone smart like you
to help run the business.
You know, do the bookkeeping.
Help keep the whores in line.
-I'll pass, Bobby.
-You sure? It's a lot of money
for a kid.
All cash. What's the problem?
-It's this thing called ethics.
Leave that girl alone.
-Smart-ass kid like
her smart-ass father.
-Terrance, come outside!
-Bye, Ma.
-What's the rush?
-I'm excited.
It's our last day of school.
After today, we're
going to be seniors.
-How did I forget that?
-Because you forget
-No, I don't.
-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.
you forget my birthday.
-To pick your sister up,
your homework.
-Should I keep going?
-No. You proved your point.
-Stop. Here.
-It's huge.
-I don't get it.
What's wrong with these people?
They sell drugs.
They flaunt their cars
and their whores.
Look at that guy.
That asshole looks like
he's about to fall over.
High as a kite.
And they call us pigs
when we lock them up.
Thief! Thief!
-Stop the car.
Stop the car!
Come back here.
Get him, police!
'Bout time y'all showed up
in the neighborhood.
Slow down now, buddy.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-That's teamwork, baby.
-I'm sorry.
-Yo, yo.
-I'm sorry.
- Hey..
- I'm sorry.
-Everybody, everything's
under control.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Just tryin' to do our job.
Hey, hey.
Come on, guys.
-We watching you.
We watching you.
-What the hell is this?
-I never steal, I swear.
Our baby ain't got
nothin' to eat.
My wife and I don't know
what to do.
We ain't got no money.
-Go easy. Go easy.
-Go easy.
-Let him go!
-You know him?
I've seen him around.
-How much does he owe you
for the baby formula?
-Keep the change.
-Damn. I guess there are
some good white pigs left.
-I should arrest
your Black ass for that comment.
-Get the fuck--
get the fuck--
get the fuck out of here
before I change my mind.
Go feed your baby,
and don't say a goddamn word!
'Cause I don't want people
I'm a goddamn charity, okay?
Get the fuck out of here.
-I'da locked that nigga up.
-Tell me about it.
- cartoons, right?
-But it's different
because it--
it's just a group of kids
and they solve mysteries
and there's monsters but--
-Hey, hey.
-Marty, you're talking
about Scooby-Doo?
-Well, I.
- My little cousin watches that.
- Hey, ,
you still owe me a quarter.
-I'll catch you after class.
-You have a good summer then.
-Kate, you wanna take
that math class with me?
-Now, let's go with betting.
No games with me today.
-Yeah. I'm not sure I'll stay.
-I'm not tryin' to do nothin'.
- What's up,?
-You ready?
- Yeah.
-Come on.
I'll take your books?
-Okay, yeah, yeah.
.racial dominance.
Hardly anyone seems neutral
-This is
Pat! Patty! Come here!
Bastards are
going through with it!
-They're gonna
bus Kate around the city.
-Stop your nonsense.
-Uh, yeah.
These politicians are nothing
but fucking hypocrites.
They passed the bill
to bus the kids in Boston.
Not in the suburbs
where the rich people live.
Just Boston.
Let me hear
what they're saying.
And calm down.
We knew it was coming.
Mother of God.
They couldn't wait
until she graduated?
-It's her fucking
senior year, for Christ's sake!
And my little girl
will have to go to school
in all this madness.
It's gonna be chaos!
It's not fucking right,
I tell you.
-At least, we have a couple
of weeks to prepare her.
-Prepare her?
Think about it, Patty.
It's gonna be hell!
Protests. Riots.
They fucked us!
-Will you stop cursing!
Oh, sweet mother of God,
they could send her to Roxbury!
-Don't say that!
Don't you say that.
It's too dangerous.
They better not
send my pumpkin there.
I won't let her go.
look, I get it.
We gotta integrate,
but this ain't the way to do it.
-We are not taking her
out of school.
-Hey, we could get
the hell out of Boston.
-Really, love?
And go where?
To the suburbs,
with all the rich snobs?
-I don't know.
The other kids
we're talking about
are largely the Black kids
who live in Roxbury.
-Oh, my god. Hey.
Did Marty ask you yet?
- No.
-Not yet, but he's been like
hinting around about it.
-Pretty much asking me
like what color prom dress
I'm gonna wear.
-God, he's such a pussy.
Just ask it.
- Guess who's been
flirting with me?
John Bunkley.
-Oh, my god.
Holy shit.
Wait, that's why you've been
coming by the office.
You don't want to see me.
You wanna bump into John.
-You're nasty.
-I know.
-You're disgusting.
You're perverted.
-You love it.
I kinda do.
I thought
you didn't like him.
-No. I like him. No.
It's, like, John's had
a hard life, you know?
His father locked up,
mother off somewhere,
high on drugs somewhere.
-God, that sucks.
-He's got no choice
but to be a badass.
-Did Michael
ask you to prom yet?
He plans on getting a limo.
Are you kidding?
-No, I'm serious.
-That's so fancy.
-I'm like dead serious.
I know. Me in a limo? Oh, no.
-You know what?
My dad's gonna want to patrol us
around in his patrol car.
Like with the sirens blaring.
-Yeah, yeah.
-Lights on.
-Oh, that's good.
-Prom night.
-You and me.
-All right, quiet.
All eyes over here.
In a couple of weeks,
the new school year begins.
And as we all know, this year
isn't gonna be anything
like past years.
The courts have ordered
cross-district busing
in the poorest white
and Black neighborhoods.
-Jesus Christ. Blacks?
-You know what?
Let's keep our feelings
out of this.
Remember the oath
that we all took.
This entire city is angry.
So we are on high alert
until school opens.
Now I need to talk to
Officers Coughlin,
Riley, Jefferson.
The rest of youse, be careful.
And remember, be sure to
make it home to.?
-Our families.
-Your families. Let's go.
-Everything okay, Cap?
You might wanna wipe
that smirk off your face.
-What the fuck?
-You and Riley won't be working
-Come on. Why, Cap?
-Because you, Officer Coughlin,
and you, Officer Jefferson,
will be reassigned to Southie.
Jefferson, you will be
on the bus with the kids.
Coughlin, you will escort
those kids into Southie High.
-What? Cap, why?
I like it here.
-Because higher-ups told me to
pick two men
that I thought could relate
to the poor people
that are affected
by this whole fiasco.
-Why don't they
leave good alone?
-No offense, Jefferson,
but mixing the Black
and white kids
from the poorest neighborhoods
is not a good idea.
-No, I get it.
All I'm saying is it's going
to be tough for everybody.
-Cap, my neighbors
will turn against me.
Remember five minutes ago
when I said let's keep
our feelings out of this?
Let's keep our feelings
out this.
And your new partner
Jefferson is right. Huh?
This isn't going to be easy.
We all know that.
But I picked the two of you
because, well, Jefferson,
you're Black.
-He's Black?
-Yeah, he's Black.
And these kids need somebody
that they can identify with.
-And I picked you, Coughlin,
because you're from
the neighborhood.
And I'm hoping that maybe
you can talk some sense
into your neighbors off hours.
Besides, all these kids,
the kids on the bus,
they know you from Roxbury.
You got a good rep.
-Are you fucking
kidding me? I'm fucked.
I might as well paint my face
black walking with those kids.
No offense, Jefferson.
-No. None taken.
-You come back after your shift
and I'll paint your face black
for you.
you fucking figure it out,
because your name's in it.
-This busing is gonna rip
this city apart.
-Hey. Listen, man.
We need to integrate, okay?
Don't be racist.
You think I am?
-No. Just a regular old
Bobby Kennedy.
-Welcome home.
-Feels good
to be out of that rathole.
Twelve years wasted 'cause of
that piece of shit Coughlin.
Yeah. What's the verdict on him?
-What's the verdict on him?
-The same.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
What is it with you and him?
-Are you questioning me?
-No. Of course not.
-Is that the letter?
Sit down, babe.
-What's wrong?
Roxbury High, right?
-What am--
what am I going to do?
They hate us.
-Hey, you're right.
They're gonna call you
every name possible.
And liberal Massachusetts
ain't no better
than confederate Alabama.
But there is nothing
that you can't handle.
And what have we
learned about hate?
-That it's like
an addictive drug,
because people who hate
have low self-esteem,
and putting others down
makes them feel better
about themselves.
-And what does
the Bible teach us
about how to deal
with those that hate us?
-We should pray for them.
And how do we overcome hate?
-With love.
Dad, I'm scared.
-I know.
But we're gonna try
and be brave, right?
-I have the letter.
You're going to Southie.
-Oh, yes!
Oh, my god. Yes.
I'm so happy.
I can stay.
it's going to be different
with Black kids there.
Why do niggas have to
go to our school anyways?
-Kate. Don't use
that language in this house.
You know better.
-Or what?
What? Like
we're not from Southie
where the word isn't thrown
around like confetti anyways.
-Change that tone.
And don't tell me what people
are saying in the streets.
I worry about my own home.
-I know. It's just--it's not
fair, you know?
The Blacks coming to our school,
causing problems.
It's just gonna ruin
our senior year.
-I understand.
It's okay to be angry.
But don't take it out on others.
Calling people names
or acting out
will make the situation worse.
We have to be good Catholics
and love our neighbors
as we love ourselves.
-Yeah, but they're not
our neighbors.
That's the problem.
I'm gonna call Cheryl.
-I don't fucking believe this.
Cheryl! Will you get down here?
-Dad, what is this?
This isn't fair.
I'm not going to Roxbury High.
I'll be the only
white kid in there.
-What you want me to do?
-I don't know,
call somebody.
You know people.
-If any of those
coons put a hand on you
so help me God, I'll kill 'em.
I'll kill 'em all.
-I thought
we could pick her school.
It's her senior year.
-I don't know
and I don't give a shit.
They keep changing
the rules as they go.
- Hello?
- Hi.
Is Cheryl there?
Kate. Yes, she's here.
- Hello?
I'm going to Southie!
Cheryl, are you there?
Cheryl, you there?
- Yeah. They're
sending me to Roxbury.
- What? Why?
What? No, no, no, no.
- I don't know.
- I know why.
Those spearchuckers
are ruinin' everything.
Oh, we gotta do something.
We have to.
Okay, I'll call you back then,
I guess.
- All right. Bye.
-Got your back.
Let me buy you a drink.
You're gonna need it.
-How you figure?
-Oh, you got
a surprise coming.
-Hey, how you doing?
How are you?
Hey, I got something
for you over here.
I think you're gonna love it.
All right
-All right.
My two favorite boys.
-Johnny's back.
-They let you out.
Just in time
for the fireworks.
You know, I hold no grudge
against you for putting me away.
I get it, you know.
Come on.
-You were just
doing your job.
-Yeah, but
she's still missing.
Whores go missing every day.
-All righty,
let's have a toast.
A toast.
To Billy and Johnny.
As you all know,
Johnny's a free man.
He was doing 12 years upstate,
and he never said one word.
That's the Southie way.
And now Billy.
Billy helped the authorities
to arrest Johnny.
-That's all right,
that's all right.
He's family.
And families forgive.
May the devil cut the toes
off of our foes,
for that way we will know them
by their limping.
-I'll fucking drink to that.
-Here. Here. Here.
Let's go outside.
You don't see
the night sky in prison.
You know what you do see?
Of course you don't.
Lookin' through the cell window,
you see a striped picture frame
of the night sky.
-Nobody gives a fuck about
the time you spent in prison.
They should've buried
the fucking keys.
-What happened to us, Billy?
We used to run wild through
the streets of Southie.
Nothing came between us.
-You remember Mister Kelley?
Well, I knew then
that we were nothing alike.
-Are you--are you
fucking kidding me?
All these years
and that busted your balls?
He owed me 20 bucks.
That was
a lot of money back then.
Come on. Even McLaughlin said
I did the right thing.
-I tell you what, I forgive you
for rattin' me out.
You forget about Kelly
and we can be buddies again.
Come on.
-Fuck you. Never.
-No wonder you became a cop.
You couldn't stomach
the violence.
Yeah, but you know in Southie,
we make our own laws.
and we protect our own.
I guess that rule never applied
to little Johnny's mom.
-How's Pat?
She still a delight
to the Irishman's eyes?
-Oh, yeah.
Keep my wife's name
out of your fucking mouth.
you always did protect her.
Well, I--I bet
that she didn't tell you.
I was there first.
She probably didn't
tell you that, huh?
-Fuck you.
-Fuck you.
I don't want Pat.
She's yours now.
But I have to tell you,
my son has a thing
for your teenage daughter.
And you know how
teenage boys can be.
-If you or your lowlife son
go anywhere near my daughter,
I'll fucking kill both of you.
You hear me?
- Billy Boy.
Ah, two bodies.
-You hear me?
Then you'll see the striped
night sky for sure.
I don't think
you'll fucking like it.
-Ah, there you are.
You two boys catching up?
-Like Cain and Abel.
Good, good. Yeah.
I'll come to the point.
This bussing is no good
for the neighborhood.
Now you being a man of the law,
we thought, you know,
maybe, maybe you could
use your influence.
-Keep me the fuck
out of here, phony.
I give a fuck about
the neighborhood bullshit.
-You know what,
that gun and badge
don't make you better than us?
You were born and raised here.
Don't you forget it!
-All right, let's--
let's keep this
nice and civil, shall we?
Now, Bill,
I was told that you
were soft on spades in Roxbury.
Now, I didn't believe it.
I refuse to believe that you
forgot who you are.
-I know who I am.
And I ain't your errand boy
like the old days.
-And I sure as hell
don't want any part
of your tribal,
murderous bullshit.
-You're limpin', Billy.
You hear how he talks to you?
That arrogant motherfucker!
You have to let me
make it right.
Please let me make it right.
-All right.
-All right?
That cocksucker ratted me
the fuck out!!
-Calm down.
-Let me make it right!
-Calm down.
You know, your problem is
you're too emotional.
That's what got you sent away.
There's a time and a place
for everything.
And right now,
it's time to celebrate.
Come on, hey?
You just got out.
Come on!
-What's the matter?
-Johnny Bunkley
is out of prison.
- And?
That's why
you don't want to kiss me?
Stop looking at me like that.
-Did you go steady
with him before me?
-Did you?
-We had a real committed
relationship in junior high
when he held my hand.
What's gotten into you?
You gotta understand.
My parents came
into this country
and threw me into school
where I had no friends
and spoke maybe
ten words of English.
I got bullied because
I had a funny accent.
Johnny was the first kid
who was nice to me.
But as soon as I found out
how bad he was, I ran away.
I never mentioned it
'cause it was nothing.
Hm? I love you.
-Where's Kate?
-In her room.
I don't like how you're acting.
-What's the name
of that kid who likes Kate?
You-Ah, just give me a minute.
-Get down here, now!
-Bill, are you gonna
keep me in the dark
or let me know
what the hell is going on?
-Ah, John Bunkley,
are you and him in any kind of,
you know?
- What--what
are you talking about?
-Answer the question.
-Don't play stupid.
-Stay away from him.
You hear me? I mean it.
Mom, what's going on?
-I don't know.
Your dad came home
acting strange.
-Go to your room.
Let me talk to your mother.
-Dad, you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?
Your mom told me
the good and bad news.
It's tough not having
your partner.
I had the same issue today.
-Really, what happened?
-They moved me to Southie.
I'll be escorting the Black kids
into the school.
-Oh my god, it keeps
getting worse and worse.
You're gonna be with.
You're gonna be with me
on my senior year at Southie?
-Come on.
Is it that bad?
-Yeah! Yeah, it is!
Everything is going wrong.
-Look, kid, they forced
this bussing thing
down our throats.
It's not fair, I know.
-Yeah, I know.
I told Mom that and she got
all bent out of shape.
-Well, you said
a little more than that.
-I'm just saying what
everybody else has been saying.
If I call them Black or nigger,
it's not--it's not me.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stop, okay?
Your mother doesn't allow
that language in this house.
-Okay, I'm sorry, Dad.
But I'm--
-No buts, okay?
Don't say that word.
Where'd you learn to say
things like that?
you and your friends?
And practically everybody
in the neighborhood.
Listen, if I tolerated
that word, it was wrong.
Okay, I understand
you're disappointed
but that doesn't give
you or me the right
to call Black people names,
or anyone.
Look at me.
-All I want is
a normal senior year.
What is wrong with that?
-Nothing. If I could do
something about it, I would.
-Yeah, but we can't.
The only thing we can do is keep
them from coming to my school.
-Don't get sucked up into
all the neighborhood nonsense.
It's poison.
You hear me?
I mean it.
-And why is Johnny
talking about you and his son?
-That's not what you think.
What do I think?
Huh? You know my thoughts now?
You gonna tell me what I think?
-Don't get mad.
-Do I look mad?
I'm perfectly calm.
-Yeah, okay.
Do you know that, uh,
job that Cheryl's got
at McLaughlin's office
right now?
Sometimes I just.I just
go there to hang out.
You shittin' me, right?
-Bill, stop cursing.
Patty, get up here now.
How many times have
I told you not to hang out
with those people?
You see them,
you say hi and bye.
That's it.
-What's the matter?
-Tell your mother.
-What is it, Kate?
-She's been hanging
around McLaughlin's place.
-That explains why she's
using that kind of language.
-You know what?
Both of you are hypocrites.
What? You think
you're better than them?
You're not.
I've heard all the stories
about you growing up, Dad.
So don't tell me
about those people.
Don't tell me about those people
because you are those people!
You are!
-Watch how you talk
to your father.
-I have to take a walk,
or I'm gonna say
somethin' I regret.
-I think we all
need a moment.
You need to think
about the company you keep.
I hate them.
-Cannot believe
they are shipping me to Southie.
If any of those crackers mess
with me, I'm missing them up.
-Well, you can't go in there
with that kind of attitude.
-To hell with that.
I don't wanna go
to their damn school.
I don't.
I'm perfect right here.
But no, they want a bunch
of kids who hate each other
to walk hand in hand
and sing Kumbaya.
Politicians are dumb.
-I don't want to go either,
my dad's making me.
But I'm not gonna go
with the attitude of
a Black Panther or Malcolm X,
but a little Martin Luther King.
-Psh. Shut up.
And where's King?
Murdered by a cracker.
-Don't tell me to shut up!
And Malcolm was murdered
by a Black man.
Now is one murder
less serious than the other
because of the color
of the person who did it?
-You're always tryin'
to find the good
in something bad.
but ain't no good in this.
I'm messing me up a white boy
if they screw with me!
That's all.
-If you go into that school
looking for trouble,
you're gonna find it.
-It found me.
I'm just getting ready
for a war.
you and Marty.
-Me and Marty.
-You got nothin', right?
I mean, he didn't ask you
to go steady or anything?
-No. He's too scared.
-Oh, okay.
Well, from this point on,
you're John Bunkley's girl.
I'll make sure
and tell Marty that.
-I'll tell him but
I didn't say yes to you yet.
Did you think about that?
-What, I couldn't hear you. Say
it a little louder.
-I didn't say yes to you.
-My father's gonna kill us
when he finds out.
-Hey, don't worry
about your father.
He and my old man,
they go way back.
They'll figure it out.
If not, we'll run away
and, uh, we'll be
the new Bonnie and Clyde.
-Bonnie and Clyde.
Robbing banks and armored cars.
-Can I tell you something?
-Tell me something.
-You want to know why
my old man went to prison?
Everybody thinks it's because
he killed that coon
for Mister McLaughlin,
which I guess that is kind of
true, but what nobody knows
is that the coon my old man
killed, he--
-You don't have to
tell me this, John.
I, um--it's all right.
-Just listen to me.
I'm gonna tell you.
Um, the coon my old man killed,
he ran away with my mom.
Yeah, the spade used to sell
dope for Mister McLaughlin.
My old man would collect
money from him
and my mom would just
go with him sometimes.
One day, my old man
went to collect
and the coon and my mom
were stoned out of their minds
and half naked,
just laying there.
So my old man lost it
and beat that coon to death.
And my ma ran away.
I'm sorry.
I brought you something.
I brought, uh.
this picture.
so you can meet my mom.
How I remember her, at least.
When my old man told me
what happened,
he made me promise
not to tell anyone.
So you're the only one
that knows the whole story.
-I'm not gonna tell
anyone the whole story.
-I want you to
keep that picture, too.
-John, you sure?
You'll always have
my family with you.
-Hi, Marty. What's up?
-What's up?
Where's Kate?
-Ah, she took a walk.
-Without you?
-Yeah, she'll be right back.
Marty, let's talk.
-You know something, don't you?
-Why didn't you ask Kate
to go out with you?
-Why do you think
I got this sweat box on?
That was my plan today.
I was gonna give her my jacket.
What's the matter?
-Marty, she's going out
with John now.
-Is she with him now?
-They know?
-Them? Yeah.
-Marty, come on.
Where you going?
-Going for a walk.
-Hey, um, you know what?
Just let me talk to him.
I don't want to cause
any problems or anything.
-All right, go ahead.
But if he talks any shit,
I'm gonna punch him in the face.
-That's all you can say?
-No. I could--
I could say more.
I just.
I don't know what to say.
-Well, how about,
all the rumors are lies
and I want to be with you.
well, I'm sorry, Marty.
I can't say that.
-Fuck, Kate!
What's gotten into you?
-Hey, Marty, you better
watch ya fucking mouth!
-John, stop it!
I think you should leave, Marty.
-W-why? Because of him?
I don't have to go nowhere.
I'm not afraid of him.
-Shut the fuck up, Marty!
-John! John!
-John! Stop!
-Marty! Marty!
That's enough!
-Get off me! Ah!
-Get off him, John!
-Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Did I hurt you?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
-It's fine, Marty.
Are you okay?
It's okay. So breathe.
It's okay.
Kate, are you all right?
-Are you okay?
Did I hurt you?
I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to hurt you.
-John, you can't
push her like that.
What the hell's wrong with you?
-Hey, Coughlin. Usual?
-And you, Riley?
When you retiring, Spanelli?
No time soon.
Still a lot of life
in this ticker.
-My momma said
if a cracker calls me a name,
punch him in the face.
-I said don't say that.
The police will be there
to protect you.
-Do you hear her?
You can't force people
to like each other.
You got to gradually
move 'em along.
-Too bad you ain't mayor.
That's what I say.
-My momma said
don't trust the pigs.
-I, uh, just want to
let you know that we're--
we're gonna do
everything in our power
to make sure that you get
a safe education.
-Can I ask you a question?
-Go ahead.
Why do white people
hate us so much?
-No, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
I don't--I don't hate you.
And I know a lot of
white people who are like me.
I mean, look at Mr. Spanelli.
He's nice, right?
-Hey, old man.
Watch your mouth, kid.
Where you been?
-Went to the park.
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah. I had to beat
this motherfucker's ass.
-You better
have beaten his ass.
-I did just
like you taught me.
-There you go.
-Can I ask you something?
-Is it about
that Coughlin girl?
You need some tips?
-It's about Ma.
-What're you
bringing her up for?
What, your grandma and me,
we didn't do enough for you?
-Yeah, but--
-But--fuck the buts
you ungrateful little prick!
I know what the fuck it is.
The Coughlin girl's
making you weak.
Let me give you some--
hey, let me give you some
fucking advice about women.
They ain't to be trusted.
They're all whores.
And your mother,
who you're so concerned about,
left you for a fucking nigga.
Let that sink in.
I didn't mean it like that.
-Yeah, how'd you mean it?
-I was just wondering.
You know, I mean, you think
she might be dead or something?
-Oh, fuck that whore.
What you looking at me
like that for?
What, you think I killed her?
-Did you?
-Well, if I did, she got
what was coming to her.
Get the fuck out of my face.
Get the fuck out of here!
Go back to your
whore girlfriend.
-Fuck you!
-She's just
like all the rest.
-Fucking piece of shit!
-Good luck,
you piece of shit.
-He's just like you.
You gonna clean up
this yard or what?
-Always with the yard, Ma.
When your old man was beating
my brains in, where was you?
In the yard with them
stupid fucking roses.
-I couldn't fight your father,
so I prayed.
- Well,
God don't give a shit
about your prayers, Ma.
Yeah. That much we know.
-That's not true.
I prayed you got out
of the joint early.
Well, here you are.
I pray for you every day,
'cause you're
an evil man.
-You're home early.
After the other night,
I'm giving Mully's a break.
Where's Kate?
-In her room.
-What's her mood?
-She came home from the park
smiling from ear to ear.
-Yeah. You sure
she was at the park?
-We have to trust her.
-Not after the other night.
She has to earn that.
You said she was smiling.
-I think Marty asked her
to the prom and to go steady.
She was in a special place.
-Did she tell you that?
-No. But a mother can tell.
-Well, I guess he's better
than the Bunkley kid.
Well, I'm--I'm gonna
talk with her.
I'm gonna give her my approval.
-All right.
What's that for?
-For being a great mother
and a great wife.
Without you, well, I don't know.
I'd be a different man.
Someone we wouldn't like.
Oh, fuck.
Pat! Kate's not here!
-What do you mean?
She went upstairs.
-She better not be
where I think she is.
You call Cheryl's house.
I'll check the park,
but so help me God if she's
at McLaughlin's place.
-What's the matter?
-It's just family problems.
Don't worry about it.
Hey, look who thinks
they can drive through Southie.
Hey, hey, come here.
Come here.
Let's throw these fucking rocks.
Come here.
-Yeah. Yeah.
-Don't look at them.
- Throw it.
Ah! Go, go!
Daddy, drive! Drive!
-Okay, motherfucker.
Fuck you!
Hey, hey. What a throw!
That's my fuckin' girl.
Fuck you, bitch!
-Are you okay?
I'm sorry, babe.
-Dad, no.
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
Dad, I wanna go back home.
Please. Please, Dad.
Don't! No, no, no.
I wanna go home.
Dad, please stop.
No, no, no. No, Dad.
Dad, please stop.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.
Dad, I wanna go home.
-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I wanna go home.
You okay?
Your window. What happened
to your window?
-Look, we don't
want no more trouble.
-No, I'm--I'm a cop.
You need help?
You okay?
-We're good.
-All right, then.
Just get that window fixed.
-Why didn't you tell him
what happened?
-You don't know who to trust.
Did you see a badge?
Times like this,
I wish your mama
was still around.
She had nerves of steel.
I don't even know
how she did it, you know.
Even when she was
facing the cancer,
she never, never cried once.
You know, I cried all the time.
And if she saw some injustice,
she just,
she'd jump right into action,
regardless of the danger.
I called her on it once or twice
and she'd just throw
her famous Gandhi quote.
She said, "You got to do
the right thing.
You never know what's
gonna be the results.
But if you do nothing,
there will be no results."
-Gandhi never had to
drive through Southie.
-I've made a decision.
Your mama wouldn't
approve of it,
but I'm not gonna make
you go to that school.
It's. it's too dangerous.
-What the fuck?
I thought you left.
Go rent a room.
Come on. Look what we got here.
-Hey, John, come on.
You don't bring
young ladies up here.
Especially not Kate,
do you hear me?
-Yes, sir.
-All right.
Good work, kids.
-He's certainly your son.
-Yeah, he is.
Likes a little
after school work.
That's what I'm sayin'.
I don't know what you--
is--is he qualified?
-To fucking do it?
- Yeah. Yeah.
-Who's--who's this?
I know you're in there.
-All right, man.
-You see what I'm talking about?
-Hold on.
I'm fucking coming.
-Huh? Kate! Kate!
Where is she?
Where's my daughter?
-She ain't here.
-Calm down, Billy.
-Ya fuckin' prick.
-Calm down.
-What do you think we are?
A bunch of fucking tree jumpers?
Look around!
Is this a place
for a teenage girl?
-Okay, you're right.
I apologize.
-Yeah, you damn right
I'm right.
We got a bunch of
morals and codes
that we don't fucking break.
Don't disrespect us
like that again.
One more time,
and like that fucking ball
-I just swung at,
you won't fucking exist.
-Hey, hold on. Hold on.
If Kate's missing,
maybe we can help.
-I don't need
your kind of help.
-Oh, be nice, Billy.
- Yeah? Yeah, sure.
Billy, you got a call.
-Here we go.
-We work for you now apparently.
-There you go.
- Hello. Yeah.
Kate's home.
-Uh, Billy, then.
-Billy, don't you ever come in
here like that again.
- Nice job.
-When did you start
sneaking out of the house?
-Mom, I just wanted
to go and hang out--
-Marty? He asked to go
steady, didn't he?
I just. I didn't know
how you guys were gonna react.
-Yes, I knew it.
You know how relieved
your Dad is gonna be
when he finds out
that you're dating Marty?
When you came
in the house earlier,
I knew something special
happened in your life.
-Really? How?
-Your smile,
and a mother's intuition.
We just know these things.
-I told your dad.
-Oh. What did he say?
-Marty is a good kid.
-Kate, you better
have an explanation!
-Calm down.
-Why is everyone telling me
to calm down all the time?
I'm calm. Where was she?
-She sneaked out to go
hang out with Marty.
-Is that true?
-You weren't with
the Bunkley kid?
-You better not be lying!
-I'm not--
I'm not lying to you!
But I don't like the idea
of not knowing where you're at.
So next time, I don't give
a damn who you're with,
just let us know.
-All right.
-Am I clear?
-Yeah. Not a problem.
Can I go to my room now?
-Go ahead.
-That girl is gonna
drive me to an early grave.
-I used to sneak out
of the house to meet you.
So, what's on the agenda?
-Play catch.
And have the birds
and the bees talk with Dad.
-I'll let your mom
tell you all about the birds.
I'm gonna teach you
about the bees. They sting.
Get your glove.
Oh, kid. Come on.
-Tell me about Marty.
-What do you mean,
tell me about Marty?
-Oops, strong arm.
Why you like him?
You gonna answer me?
-He reminds me of you.
-How you figure?
That kid is nothing like me.
I think he's a little soft.
You know, I'm not--
I was never a soft guy.
Which is why I like him for you.
You know, guys like that
don't have the sting
but they still get the honey.
You get my drift?
What's with that look?
-No, you're right.
Marty ain't nothing like you.
-How was it,
workin' the jungle?
Hey, new guy. Talkin' to you.
-The name is
Officer Coughlin.
-Okay, Officer Coughlin.
Don't bite my head off.
We're on the same team here.
I was askin', how was
workin' in the jungle?
-What are you talking about?
- You know, land of the.
- Negroes.
-It's like anywhere.
It has its ups and downs.
-Anyway, we decided
not to come in to work
on the first day of school.
-What about the kids?
-What, the spades?
Fuck 'em!
-That's fucked up.
We swore an oath
to serve and protect,
and you cocksuckers
want to back out
now that the goin' gets tough?
-Hey, you don't fuckin'
talk to me like that!
You don't know me and I don't
think you wanna find out.
-Listen to me carefully.
My little girl
is going to school
and I'll be there to protect her
or anyone else
who needs my assistance,
so if you assholes
wanna keep your asshole
kids at home,
that's your choice.
I'm a Boston
police officer!
Don't take another step.
-Billy, it's me.
Put the gun down.
What the fuck, man?
Why you following me?
I coulda blown your brains out.
- Look,
I knew you wouldn't kill me.
I mean, you haven't
got it in you.
-I came pretty close.
What do you want?
-Uh, I hear
you're not cooperating.
It's this busing thing
that's driving me crazy.
I-I-I can't sleep.
I don't know how you can.
-Easy. I just close my eyes.
Look, you and me,
we go way back.
I remember you like this.
Snot pouring out of your nose,
running around in your diapers.
We're family.
I protect my family
no matter what,
and I expect you to do the same.
Now your fellow officers have
asked you to band with them,
to protest this injustice,
this--this attack
on our neighborhood
and our way of life.
By these people
that--they're not like us.
They're just not like us.
You know, these animals,
they wanna destroy
our neighborhood.
Don't you get it?
Our neighborhood that took
generations to build,
that's what I'm talking about.
It means something.
Don't you fucking understand?
And what do you say?
All you say is what?
"Fuck you."
I mean, I'm beginning
to take it personally.
-Take it how you want.
You know,
there's an old Irish saying:
"It's often that a man's mouth
breaks his nose."
-Is that a threat?
-Look, Billy boy.
What? You
got that all wrong.
No, no, no.
No, this is Southie.
This is my neighborhood.
Don't you make me
fucking do this.
All right?
You and Kate?
Stay home.
I mean it. Stay home.
-What's he talkin' about?
-I don't know.
-I don't know why
you waste your time with him.
-He's a fucking rat.
You know, I could do it.
-Do what?
-Take care of business.
-Psh. You do what?
Just--you can drive.
That's it.
-Watch it.
-Maybe it's time
for some of your justice.
Make him into the saint
that he thinks he is.
Ma was real pretty.
How come you never brought
another woman home?
-Why are you, all of sudden,
so interested
in my personal love life?
'Cause I know you sacrificed
your social life for me.
But, come on.
I'm about to go to college.
I think it's time
for you to find someone.
-Do you really?
- Yes. Yes.
-Don't worry about me
while you off in college.
Trust me, I will be fine.
I'm gonna grow me a afro,
I'm gonna go on Soul Train,
and I'm gonna get me a bad girl.
-Can you imagine if your mama
saw me in that?
Well, um,
I'll come home every week
to check on you.
That would be
really, really nice.
-I'll knock first.
- Now, that would be wise.
- Niggas suck!
-Those people hate us.
-Yes, they do.
That's why I'm glad you ain't
going to school tomorrow.
I mean, people teaching
their kids to hate.
Like. like them kids that-- that
attacked us the other day.
I've never been so angry
and felt so powerless
to protect you--
-But you did protect me.
I'm still here.
-No, no, no, no,
because my first impulse
was to go and attack those kids
and make them regret
they'd ever picked up a rock
in their life.
And I almost put you in danger.
God knows if you hadn't
been there--
-God did know.
That's why I was there.
I've been thinking.
Because those kids attacked us,
I think that's why
I need to go to school.
-Not possible.
I-I-I would be so worried
about you, girl.
-Look, I need to go.
-You're always
the one telling me
never let anyone make you
compromise your principles.
If kids like me don't go,
those white kids,
they'll--they'll never
get to know us.
There'll be no change,
and I need the teachers
and my classmates
to respect me for me
and not for who
their parents tell them I am.
I have to be brave.
Didn't you say that recently?
Didn't you want me
to go to school?
-That was before.
Black people have to.
be ready to make one choice
in America,
and that's the choice
whether to stay in control
when white people
are out of control.
They're protestors.
But if you did
what they're doing
you would be called a criminal.
And you know how they treat
Black criminals in this country?
I don't want to
put you in a situation
where you got to make
that kind of choice.
-But if you believe
something is right,
you should do it.
-Them kids, they rattled me.
-Me too.
But we can't let them win.
-Patty Engel.
Patty Coughlin now, sorry.
How long's it been?
-Not long enough.
-Don't be like that.
Come on. You were my girl once.
I protected you
when all the other kids
made fun of you
because you was different.
Because you talked funny.
-That was a long time ago.
-I know.
I still feel a spark.
-Don't touch me.
-The way your husband
is acting, you never know.
You might be a widow someday.
-What's that supposed to mean?
-I'm just saying that
he's playing with fire.
All right?
Making a lot of people angry.
You never know
what could happen.
-You're sick. Get help.
-Well, listen.
If anything happens,
I'll always be here for you,
all right?
Just like before.
You can count on me, all right?
-McLaughlin insists you
and Kate stay home tomorrow.
It might be not a bad idea.
-I can't, Pat.
I got a responsibility.
-Just think about it.
-I have.
I've thought about it a lot.
You know, the other day
a Black child asked me,
"Why do white people hate us?"
-And you said?
-I said that I didn't hate her.
And there are
more people like me.
Besides that, I mean,
I didn't know what to say.
-What is it?
-Am I a racist?
-Of course not!
What makes you even think that?
-Nah. Jefferson said as much.
It made me think, that's all.
-You're the sweetest, most
honorable man I've ever met.
You're a good Catholic.
You love people, no matter
the color of their skin.
-I hope that's true. I hope.
I hope that's true.
But I think I know
what Jefferson meant.
You know, I deal with
racist people all the time
and, you know,
I don't say anything.
I don't call them on it.
So what does that make me? Huh?
Stop being
so critical of yourself.
It's not easy.
You know, we live on this planet
with all kinds of people,
some good and some bad.
You can't fix them all.
All you can do is make sure
our daughter turns out like us
and not them.
-Yeah. Okay.
Where you going?
-I almost forgot.
We have a problem.
Where'd you find this?
-In Kate's room.
-What the fuck?
Where'd she get this?
-Stop cursing!
I don't know.
- Kate!
Come here, you.
Kate? Huh?
Where'd you get this?
Answer me.
-You know. You know already.
-We don't know, so tell us.
-John gave it to me.
-Why'd I tell you
to stay away from that kid?
You think I said
that to be an asshole?
Look at it.
- No.
-Look at it.
Look at it.
Look at it very carefully.
-Look at John's mother's face.
What do you see?
-She looks.
-Yeah, she looks scared.
I took that picture.
Johnny beat the hell
out of Brenda the day before.
-You wanna know why?
Because she took too long
talking to the guy
at the grocery store.
I had to drag him off of her.
-So John is who
you're really dating?
-For Christ's sake,
you've been lying to us.
Why? Huh?
Why you lying to us?
-What's gotten into you?
-He's not like his father,
and I knew you would
never approve of him.
I knew you would
never approve of him.
-Let me tell you something.
Let me tell you something
about Johnny Bunkley, okay?
He's vicious.
I believe he killed
John's mother.
-You never told me that.
-Because I had no proof, okay?
And some things are
not meant to be talked about
till crap like this comes up
and secrets come out.
-Okay, did you
ever think of this?
Did you ever think
that maybe she deserved it
for sleeping with a coon?
-Don't use that language
in my house!
And how dare you say anyone
deserves to be killed?
What have you turned into?
-Okay, this has
gotten out of hand.
She's not going to school
till I talk to that kid.
You hear me?
Stay here.
Don't you leave this house.
-And don't you ever
use that word again.
-Thank you.
Thank you, Mom and Dad,
for the best senior year ever.
Thank you!
-Clean up this mess.
-I'm sorry I hit you.
But I'm disappointed
in your behavior.
I love you and I know
you're better than this.
-Your pin.
-Not today.
I don't want the kids thinking
I'm not on their side.
Remember, that one.
She's not going to school.
-I know.
-Hey, I mean it.
deserted his heritage.
It is his brother,
the late president,
-You scared?
Me too.
I got your back though.
Can I tell you something?
-Look, if I die today.
You're not gonna die.
-Anything is possible
with these crackers.
I just, you need to know
how I feel.
-About what?
-About you.
Wendy, I. I like you.
More than a friend.
-We talked about this.
That can't happen.
We're always together.
-Yeah, we're--
we're best friends.
Best friends
don't think like that.
I can't believe you're
bringing this up right now.
-I-I don't want to die
without telling you how I feel.
- Stop.
You ready?
- Fucking cops..
What the fuck
is going on here?
What the fuck are you doing?
Why don't you go back
to fucking Roxbury
where you fucking belong?
Don't fucking touch me!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
Do it. Do it, motherfucker.
You go back to where
you fucking came from.
Hey, let's get a chant going.
Hey, here we go, Southie.
Here we go.
Here we go,
Southie. Here we go!
-You haven't
touched your food.
-It's not right,
not letting me go.
-How could we trust you?
Everything you've told us
has been a lie.
-I know.
I'm really sorry, Mom.
But you and Dad would have
never approved of John.
-Could you blame him?
-Can't judge people
based on their parents.
You can't.
But to say someone
deserves to die,
that scares the hell out of me.
And to think my child
could utter those words.
-No, I know.
It was a heartless thing
to say and I'm really sorry.
But, Mom, Daddy isn't even sure.
Daddy's not sure
that Johnny killed his wife.
We don't know.
-Kate, are you listening
to what you're saying?
The fact that we're even
discussing this is scary.
Shame on you for hanging
around people like that.
-I know it was wrong
to lie to you guys.
I know that,
and I'm really sorry.
But how is keeping me
home gonna fix anything?
We're just gonna look
like the other families,
keeping their kids home
because the Black kids
are gonna be there.
It's wrong.
you and Daddy are gonna look
like racists when you're not.
And Daddy was just really mad
and you didn't think of that.
-Are you trying to con me?
-No, it's the truth.
You know it is.
Plus, I'm better off.
Dad's gonna be there
and he's gonna protect me
if anything happens.
Please, Mom.
It's my senior year.
So, can I go?
Thank you.
-Your father is
going to be very mad at me.
-Love thy neighbor.
It sounds simple,
but it's the hardest
commandment to live by.
-I know.
Hey, good morning,
Mrs. Bunkley.
Marty! Marty!
-Let me guess.
John thinks you should protest.
I never thought
you would have given up
the start of your senior year
to be out here.
-No, no, no.
There's not gonna be
a senior year, Marty, okay?
The Blacks took that from us.
-Kate, you got it wrong.
We took that from ourselves.
Look around you.
You know, you're
a different person now.
John can have you.
It's the bus.
Hey, hey. Get out of here.
Get out of here!
-Let me off this bus.
I'll fuck those peasants up!
I'm not scared of these fuckers!
Fuck this, man!
Fuck you! Fuck all y'all!
Fuck you!
-Fuck you!
-Go home!
This is not the way
to handle this!
Disperse in the name
of the Commonwealth
or you'll be arrested.
-Just tip it over.
Help me push it over!
Let's go! Let's do it!
-Stay in here.
Stay in--don't!
Do not go there.
Lamont! Lamont!
Lamont, what the hell
are you doing?
You can't go in that crowd!
-I told you,
my daughter is on the bus.
-Listen, let the police do
what they're gonna do.
They see a Black man
and it will make matters worse.
-Hey, what the fuck!
Oh, thank God.
We--we've got a troublemaker
back there.
-Listen, no one
is starting trouble, okay?
These kids are scared to death.
-No, no. That--that little kid
standing there with the--
with the afro.
He's been agitating
all those people outside.
-Screw you.
-Fuck your mother.
-Hey, sit down.
-Clear the way
for the students.
If you stand in the way,
you will be arrested.
All right, everybody,
listen up.
I know you're scared, okay,
but we're here to protect you.
I want everyone to stay as close
to me and Officer Jefferson
when you get off the bus, okay?
Single file. Am I clear?
All right, let's go to school.
-I wanna go home.
-This is shit, man.
Wendy? Wendy!
-Hey! Oh.
-Wendy! Wendy!
-Wait, wait, wait.
Stay behind me.
Stay behind.
Get the hell off!
They're not listening to you.
-'Cause they're
fuckin' idiots.
-Excuse me. Excuse me!
Ah! No! No, no!
No, that's my dad!
-Oh, my god.
Baby, you okay?
Hey, get somebody over here.
-Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
-All right, give me this.
Pressure's really, really low.
Keep the pressure on.
Get him.
I need you to look
after my little girl.
I need you to take care of her.
Honey, honey, deep breaths.
-More pressure. More pressure.
-Deep breaths!
-That's my dad!
That's my dad!
Dr. Gale, please call the ER.
-How is he?
How's my husband?
-In the operating room. Okay?
All right, he's a fighter.
All right?
And next time you talk to him,
you tell him
I'm sorry that I ever
doubted him. Okay?
Bobby Kennedy can't even
walk in his shadow.
He'll understand what I mean.
It's because of him
Bill made it this far.
-Is that my husband's blood?
-Your husband stepped
in front of a bullet
meant for my little girl.
If he hadn't been there.
-Thank you for being there.
-You mean
school really wasn't that bad?
-No. Ma, it was fine.
-I don't get it.
They wasn't nasty?
And then they didn't
call you names?
-No. They're actually
really cool.
I sat with a bunch of girls
at lunch.
We're friends now.
Will wonders never cease.
-I do.
Turn up the volume.
I want to hear what
this asshole has to say.
-. to act responsibly
and hold the community together .
-Hey, what's going on?
What are you doing?
I. what's going on?
What are you doing?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stand the fuck down.
Stand the fuck.
What'd you do?
What'd you do, man?
-Are you okay?
I want you to meet
the wife of the officer.
This is Missis Coughlin.
This is my daughter, Wendy.
-Hey, nice to meet you.
-Thank God you're not hurt.
How are you feeling, dear?
-Okay, I guess.
-And this is
their daughter, Kate.
Will you look after her
for a second?
I want to go and talk to the
doctor just to ask a question.
I'll be right back.
-I'm sorry for what
happened to your dad.
I hope
he doesn't die because of you.
Don't look at me like that.
Am I supposed to be happy
if my dad dies a hero?
Why did you have to
come to Southie?
Why couldn't you just
stay in Roxbury?
-I've seen you before.
No, I don't think so.
-Yeah, I have.
You were throwing rocks
at our car.
You tried to kill us.
You know, if your dad dies,
it's not because
a Black man shot him.
It's because people like you
who pulled the trigger.
Racist, hateful people--
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Mom, I should've
listened to you.
I'm sorry.
I should have
listened to you.
-It's gonna be okay.
-Oh, Dad. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
-How is he?
-Uh, he's stable.
-Can we see him?
-Uh, yes,
for a few minutes.
-Come on.
Let's go see him.
-Dad, she was one of the kids
who was throwing rocks
at our car.
-I did not see that coming.
I mean, with parents like that.
I don't even know
how to feel.
-I'm angry.
Like you said, I don't
understand-- her parents. I--
-You know,
your mother used to talk
to the neighborhood hoodlums.
And I'd always ask her,
"Why do you waste your time
talking to them?"
And she'd say that a bad act
doesn't make a bad person.
-Ma was special.
-Yeah, she was.
And she would be so very,
very proud of you today.
You put yourself in danger.
And I don't ever want you
to do that again.
But, my god, you reminded me
of her so much.
You're so brave
and I'm very proud of you.
-Thanks, Dad.
- Bill.
If you can hear me,
you need to know.
You're a good man.
You're a very good man.