01x08 - What Will People Say?

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Mom, you want me to go in and see if I can find them?

No, that's ok. They'll be here.

When?

When most of the other kids have left, so there's no one to see that they're being picked up by their mother.

F...g.

There they are!

Finally!

I got front.

I don't know why I always have to ride in the back.

Mary, why don't you just sit back there?

Because you were just in the front. Give me a break.

Is it like this for you every day?

Heck no, mom. No one crosses me.

I put them out. Oh, I see.

Hey, the car sounds good!

Well, for the $250 I spent fixing it, it should.

How are you feeling?

A little nervous.

You really think I should be doing this?

Yes, I do... Absolutely.

Look! There's daddy!

He's going into the hotel with that woman.

I'm sure it has something to do with the church.

I'd sure like to know what.

Hi.

Camden?

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Oh.

I'm glad you finally told me.

I still don't think... I made the right choice.

You did the right thing.

I don't know. It just seems that things seem to be getting worse, but it's not his fault.

Abby, Abby-- really. No, no, no.

It's not as if he hits me for no good reason.

You see, i--i'm just not very good at making him happy, and then he just loses his Patience.

It's not your fault. It's absolutely not your fault.

I just can't seem to keep the house the way he wants it.

I'm there all day. I just don't know what's wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong with you. Something's wrong with him.

But he's just so nice to everybody else.

Yeah, that's the way men behave in these situations. Look...

I wish I could talk you into going to a woman's shelter.

No, no... You'd be with other women going through the same thing you're going through.

No, thank you. I don't want anybody else to know-- at least not yet, anyway.

Abby, you--you don't have to protect him from embarrassment when your life is in danger.

Oh, I don't think he'd really hurt me, reverend Camden.

You got two broken ribs.

I know. He didn't mean to do it.

Maybe not. There's just that, you know, there's no telling what he won't mean to do next.

I don't know. Maybe if I just had a little bit of time alone, I could make a decision.

Take as much time as you need to.

Are you sure it's ok to use the church's money for this?

The church's family emergency fund is for family emergencies. This is an emergency.

It's just that i--i can't think when he's screaming at me, and he's...Always screaming at me.

You sure you don't want to tell a friend-- maybe your, uh, sister in New York?

No, please.

Maybe I shouldn't have come here.

Yes, you should have...

Unless you want to come home with me and--and stay with us.

Annie would be happy to take you in.

No, no, I really don't want her to know, and i--i need some time alone.

Well, let me know if there's anything else I can do.

Get some rest.

Ok.

So what do you think dad's up to?

Mom said it was church stuff.

Well, what else is she going to say?

I mean, dad's at a hotel in the middle of the afternoon with a woman from church, and she's married.

So?

Ahem.

Fine. What do I care?

You shouldn't be talking to Lucy about dad.

That's an adult conversation.

What do you think about him being at the hotel?

I'll let you know when you're an adult.

If you didn't come in here to talk about dad, what do you want?

I wanted to talk to you about Richard.

Why? I thought you liked him, not that it matters.

Well, he--he's ok.

"He's ok"? Oh!

He's a little more than ok. I mean, practically the best player on the football team and he's funny and he's handsome.

He's nice, and he's a really good kisser-- well, th-th-th-that's the one.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

What?

I just think you should take it slow.

You know, don't let him pressure you into anything.

We're just kissing. That's all.

Well...

Just keep it that way.

Well, what doyou know that I don't know?

Look, I know he's really popular and he's been out with lots of girls and...he's more experienced than you are.

That doesn't mean anything.

Yes, it does.

What does it mean?

It means...Be careful.

Richard's a really nice guy.

There are no really nice guys.

Simon?

What's going on over there?

Simon?

Mom? Oh!

I mean, uh...Yes, ma'am.

"Ma'am"?

Wow. You must be in some kind of-- trouble.

Trouble? Uh, no. No trouble at all.

You feel like talking?

Sure.

Good.

What's up?

Is dad dating or what?

No, your father's not dating.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Your dad works with women all the time.

It's just part of his job.

And that doesn't bother you?

No, it doesn't bother me.

I trust him...

Completely.

Really?

Really.

Well, speak of the devil.

Hmm?

It's just a saying, dad.

Hmm.

So how was your day?

Anything interesting happen?

Ah, no...Nothing, uh, out of the usual.

Hey.

What's going on?

Oh, nothing. Dinner will be ready in about an hour.

I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone.

Hey, Simon.

Well, look who's back.

Hey, Richard. How's it going?

Great. Richard.

What brings you by?

I just came from practice, and I thought maybe we could throw the ball around, if you're up to it?

I see. Uh...

Actually, it's been a long day. Maybe some other time.

Oh, well, I'd love to throw the ball around.

Uh, uh, have you finished your homework?

Almost.

I think you lost that one, dad.

What do you think of him?

Richard?

He seems ok.

You think so?

Dad...she's 14.

The way I figure it, there's going to be a Richard a month for the next 10 years.

Set! Hut! Hut!

Hey, stop! Don't you dare tackle me!

I wasn't going to tackle you, I was going to kiss you, and I still am.

Well, you can't. Why not?

Not here. Somebody might see us. So?

So I'm in enough trouble already.

I got a "c" on my math test, and I have to get it signed.

A "c" sounds ok to me. You're going to get a basketball scholarship to college, anyway. What are you worried about?

I can't count on getting a scholarship.

Sure, you can. I've seen you play.

Still, I have to keep my grades up.

You need to learn to relax like me.

Well, you're great. I mean, you'll get a football scholarship, easy.

I hope so. It's the only way I can afford to go to school.

Well, what are you going to major in?

You.

What?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Absolutely.

You know, that's what happened with me and Jimmy moon.

I heard that he liked me, and I knew who he was and everything, but there was that one moment-- that one, very special moment-- when I was standing outside of school, talking to a couple of my friends.

Then he walked by, almost brushing my shoulder.

At first, he just kept walking...

But then, as I was about to give up hope...

He turned back, and our eyes met.

It was like lightning-- lightning striking us both at the same millisecond in time...

Yet we were the only two who noticed, and it was over as quickly as...

Thanks for listening.

What are we doing?

You wouldn't understand.

I might.

Do you believe in love at first sight, ruthie?

I don't remember the first time I looked at anyone.

Yeah, but do you think it's possible for a man to look at a woman and know that he's in love, right then and there?

Sure.

Really?

I guess it could happen.

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

Look, you can't tell anyone, ok?

There's this new girl at school--her name is Gabrielle-- and I think this could be the one woman that I could love for the rest of my life, outside of mom.

Then why can't I tell anyone?

Because everyone else would just think it's stupid.

That's why I'm only telling you, ok?

Ok.

Would you still love me, too?

And Mary and Lucy.

Ok!

That was some game last night, huh?

Mmm!

Richard likes the bears this year.

Did he like them before or after they b*at Dallas?

Before! Oh.

I'm in the pigskin pool at church.

Richard says they have a great defensive line--a lot of speed.

But not a lot of size.

Jimmy says the line's fast, but small-- good for blitzing.

Yeah, but Gabrielle says that--

Gabrielle? Who's Gabrielle?

No one.

Well, she must be someone.

No, she's not.

Come on, Simon. Tell us who she is.

Maybe Simon will tell you who Gabrielle is if you tell us who that woman was at the hotel.

Are--are you sure you understand why I can't tell you what I was doing there?

We've been married for 18 years.

I'm--I'm well aware that your counseling work is confidential.

Good. So then we're ok.

Oh, yeah. We're more than ok.

So what time will you be home?

Uh...i... I don't know. Why?

Oh, i'm-- I'm making pasta with a cream sauce.

I don't want to cook it too long, that's all.

What--what time would you like me home?

Whenever.

Would 5:00 be all right?

Uh, 5:00--that's good.

Ok. See you then.

Is it a cream sauce I like?

Not particularly, but the kids like it.

Oh...ok.

See you later.

What are you having, Sonny--peas or corn?

I said, peas or corn?

I'll have what she's having.

Corn.

Jake get in touch with you?

Well, i--i called him to let him know that, uh, I was going to take a break for a couple of days.

He accused me of having an affair.

He knows you're not having an affair.

He's really angry.

You thought any more about calling your sister?

No. No, I can't. If I call her and--and I don't go to New York, she'll come here, and it will just make things worse.

Abby-- I can't call her until I'm sure I'm going to leave, and I don't know how I'm going to do that.

I don't have any money. I haven't worked in years.

I mean, i--i don't know how I'd get by.

I am absolutely sure that you're capable of taking care of yourself.

Well, I haven't done such a...Great job of it so far, have I?

Well...it's hard to do when somebody's telling you you're worthless all the time.

You can take care of yourself. You were taking care of yourself when you walked into my office and told me about Jake.

He says that if I divorce him...

I'll go to hell.

I promised to stay with him until death.

"Him" who-- the real Jake or the Jake you thought you were marrying?

Don't you see?

God knows who Jake Morris is, but you're just finding out.

Would you take those vows again, now that you know the truth?

No, I wouldn't.

That's a good answer.

You made a decision based on a lie.

There's nothing that says you can't make a new decision...

Based on the truth.

♪ How much is that doggie in the window? ♪ Woof woof. ♪ the one with the waggly tail? ♪ Woof woof.

Ooh, hello!

Oh, hi, Mrs. Beeker. How are you?

Oh, I'm fine. Hi, ruthie.

Who's your little friend here?

That's our dog.

Yes, I see. How's the reverend?

Oh, he's just fine.

Oh, of course he is, but it must be so hard on you, with a husband who has to spend so much time with his parishioners day after day.

Oh, I don't mind. It's just part of his job.

You should feel free to call him anytime you need, just like everyone else.

Good day, Mrs. Beeker.

Did you hear that that lovely couple--

Jake and Abby Morris-- they're splitting up.

No, I hadn't heard.

Well, I don't understand it at all.

He is such a darling man, and he works so hard.

Well, it happens.

You know, the rumor is Abby's having an affair.

I really don't listen to rumors.

Oh? Well, perhaps you should.

Good-bye, Mrs. Beeker. Have a nice day.

Do we like her?

We try to like everybody, honey.

Ok.

Go ahead. Give her the note.

You think I should?

Sure, why not? It's really good.

I don't know.

She's never going to know you like her if you don't tell her.

All right.

Here goes.

Hey, Simon! What's this?

Hey! Give me that!

No!

"Dear Gabrielle, how are you?

"I am fine. I like you.

"Do you like me? Check "yes" or "no."

P.s. Corn was a good choice."

Simon and Gabrielle sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!

I never kissed her.

Maybe it was because you had corn breath!

Ha ha! Corn breath.

Ha ha!

Busy?

Oh...

Actually, i'm-- I'm having a little trouble working.

I wasn't crazy about that pasta in cream sauce. I'm still hungry.

I loved it.

Oh, good. So what--what did you want to talk about?

I'm going to cut straight to the chase.

There's a rumor going around school.

About Mary and Richard?

Well, no, about you.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not kidding. Look, dad, I don't want to pry, but I don't want to see mom get hurt, either.

Matt, there's nothing going on, and...

I'd like to tell you about what I was doing at the hotel, but I can't. It's confidential.

All right. I just thought you ought to know everyone in town's talking.

Then they'll just have to talk.

What are we doing?

Nothing. I'm just not-- feeling well.

You taking your temperature?

Uh, yeah.

I--i think i'm, like, 110 or something.

No, it's--it's normal.

What? That--that can't be right!

Maybe you didn't hold it up to the light long enough.

You want to tell me what's really going on?

Did something happen at school yesterday?

I...i think I got ahold of some bad corn.

I see. So this has nothing to do with Gabrielle?

Uh...

Who?

You know-- the woman you love.

Um, you know, I think you could stay home from school one day.

These corn problems usually don't last more than 24 hours.

Thanks, mom.

Would you hurry up?

What? Did you wake up with your clothes on?

You've been ready since the sun came up.

I just want to get to school.

Why?

So I can get home from school, so I can see Richard.

I've got a study date.

A what?

We're going to study together.

Yeah, right!

How'd you get that one past mom and dad?

Actually, they suggested it.

Really?

Well, you think I could get them to suggest a study date for Jimmy and me?

No!

Why not?

Because 1, you and Jimmy aren't even dating, so there's no reason for you to have a date to study, and 2, Richard and I are older and we're more serious about each other.

So how serious is it?

You were listening?

N-N-Not--not really listening, just...

Overhearing as I was passing by.

You know, you're really getting good at sneaking around, aren't you?

You mad at me, too?

I wouldn't say "mad," more like "curious."

I'd need more information to be "mad."

Luce, you know when I counsel people, what they tell me is confidential.

If I went around telling everybody's problems, nobody would trust me.

Yeah, I know.

So this--this thing with Mary and Richard's getting serious, huh?

Dad, you don't really expect me to answer that, do you?

No, it was more of a parental rhetorical question.

So, are we done? I need to get ready for school.

Yeah, that should just about do it. Nice talking to you.

Sorry.

I really love you.

Well...we--we should meet here more often.

Do you want to come home for lunch? I'll fix something special.

Oh, boy, as--as tempting as that sounds, i--I've already made lunch...Plans.

Hey, dad! There's a guy downstairs who wants to see you-- a "Jake" something.

Stay up here with the kids, ok?

Ok.

So, uh, sit down.

What can I do for you?

Well, let me get straight to the point.

Rumor has it that you and my wife are having an affair.

Yeah, I've heard those rumors.

I--i wonder who started them.

I don't know... But the funny thing about rumors is that they're often based in truth.

Mm-hmm...i think we both know this one isn't.

Look...

It wasn't easy for me to come here, and I...

Apologize if I've unjustly accused you, but you should know this is not the first time.

Abby's done this before.

Abby's done what before?

Gosh, this is-- this is so hard for me to say, because i--i--

I love her so much, but Abby has a problem.

She makes up these crazy stories about how I mistreat her.

She gets some guy to sympathize with her, and then...

She ends up in bed with him.

Wow. I'm surprised you haven't divorced her.

Yeah, well, i--i don't believe in divorce.

But, you know, I mean...If she's cheating on you-- well, I tried to get her to see a therapist, and every time she makes progress, she quits.

Why do you suppose that is?

I don't know. I suppose it's because Abby grew up with an abusive father, and she's never come to terms with that.

I thought her father d*ed when she was...Young.

No, no, no.

I'm sure she wished he had.

That's so sad.

You know, Jake, I wonder if, with all that you've been through, maybe you should get some counseling.

Me? Oh ho!

No, no...No, I'm ok.

I can deal with the disappointments.

The important thing is for her to get better.

If you should see her or--or talk to her...

Will you please tell her to come home?

If she doesn't want to see me, uh...i could give her the house to herself, maybe go to my parents' or something.

I--i just want this to work out.

Same time next week.

Yeah.

Thanks.

dr*gs? Because if you're doing dr*gs, you've seen my sister for the last time.

What's this?

It's my book report, man.

I don't have a computer or a typewriter or anything, so I have to pay someone to type it for me.

I guess I made a mistake.

I'm sorry. I just...

Got a lot of stuff going on with my family right now.

Come on. That stupid rumor about your dad?

I've only been around the guy a few weeks, and I know it isn't true.

Yeah...i know. It's just--just bugging me.

Just remember, there's a good explanation for everything.

Come on.

Don't open it unless you know who it is.

I--i won't, honey. Thank you. Who is it?

Mrs. Beeker!

Hi!

Hello, Mrs. Beeker.

Well, I was in the mood to cook, and thought perhaps you could use a tuna casserole.

Well, thank you very much.

Is the reverend home?

No, he's not.

Oh, darn!

You know, I bet that was him going into the hotel on third street.

I would have stopped, but I just couldn't imagine what he was doing there, so I just brushed it off.

I really do need to speak to him.

Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Beeker?

Oh, no, dear.

Is there anything I can do for you?

You can take this casserole...

And give it to the needy.

Oh, I...I...

Do we still like her?

Yes.

Ok.

So, what are you studying now?

The steppe people. You know--Siberia.

What are you studying?

You.

Shouldn't you at least take a look at your geography homework?

Nah, it might be distracting.

Oh, pay no attention to me.

Just do whatever you do normally when I'm not here.

Yeah, well, hurry up, will you?

Would this make me sick?

Probably.

Simon?

Uh-oh!

Yeah, mom?

I thought I told you to stay out of there while they're studying.

They are studying, aren't they?

If you say so, mom.

Never mind. Why did you go in there, anyway?

Does your stomach still hurt? Do you want something to eat?

Uh, no, mom, but it might hurt in the morning.

Uh, no. You have to go back to school tomorrow.

Is there something you want to tell me?

No. Actually, I wanted to ask you something.

What is it, honey?

How come dad didn't come home for dinner?

I don't know.

I hope he's ok.

I'm sure he is.

He could have what I have.

I'm just guessing.

Hi. I'm supposed to meet my wife here.

It's our anniversary, but I forgot what room she said she was in.

It's under the name Abby Morris.

Abby Morris. Let's see...

She checked out.

How do you know?

Give it up, Jake. You're not fooling anybody.

Is there a problem here, reverend?

Yeah. Would you show this guy out?

No, forget it.

I'm going.

Is Abby in her room?

Yeah. I was sitting with her in the coffee shop when I saw the husband pull up.

I sent her upstairs.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Just keep an eye out, ok?

Don't you worry about a thing, reverend.

Thanks.

Shouldn't you be doing your homework?

Sorry, dad. It's not that I didn't trust you, it's just that, um-- it's ok.

I'm sure you were just looking out for your mom. I like that.

So, uh, what are you going to do now?

I guess I'll just wait around here for a while.

Is that woman going to be ok?

I don't know. I hope so.

You want me to follow that guy?

Mmm, well, I... I appreciate the offer, but i--i don't think following is your strong suit.

Where'd I go wrong?

Well, it's pretty easy spotting an old blue station wagon under a street light.

You saw me?

Oh, yeah.

What did you have for dinner? I'm starving.

A, like, garlic roasted chicken thing.

Ooh, that's one of my favorites.

Don't get too excited. I think mom gave your piece to happy.

Yeah.

Hey, you want to go outside and toss the ball around?

I need some fresh air.

No, I can't. We have to study.

You want me to get that?

Oh, believe me, somebody will pick it up.

Come on.

Can't we just go outside for two minutes, please?

I'll take you to a chick movie this weekend-- any one you want to see.

No, I don't want to see a chick movie, either.

Yeah, that's what I like about you.

How about if I let you wear my football jacket?

You already promised me that.

I could help you with your hook sh*t.

No, I don't need help on my hook sh*t, thank--

Mary?

Can I see you in the living room for a minute, please?

Did you forget to get your math test signed?

Oh, yeah, I did. I was going to give it to you this morning.

Mrs. Mcmillan called today and said your grades have been going steadily downhill for the past 3 weeks.

Well, yeah, but the class has gotten harder over the past 3 weeks.

Maybe if you paid as much attention to your geometry as you do to Richard-- mom.

I don't want you to have any more study dates until your grades have improved, ok?

Now, go get your test and I'll sign it.

Ok.

Oh, and tell Richard I'll be back in a minute, and please don't act so mad at him. I'm afraid you'll scare him away.

"U...nite...united...

"Re...re...pub...lic

"of tan...Tan...Zan...

Tanzan..."

Whatever.

"Is on--" ahem. Hi.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Camden. Where's Mary?

Oh, she'll be back in a second.

She just forgot to get her math test signed.

That's right. She's having a hard time with that.

Yeah. Have a seat. What are you studying?

Nothing--some stupid geography thing.

Oh, geography--that was my worst subject.

I never knew north from south, east from west.

Hey, would you like me to get you a tutor?

There's this older lady at our church. Her name is Sarah.

She's a retired schoolteacher.

She could help you and nobody would have to know.

Geography is not really my problem.

My problem is I can't read too well.

Oh.

Well, she could help you with that, too.

I'm a little old, don't you think?

No, not at all. Do you know that Sarah didn't learn to read till she was 40?

Her husband d*ed. It forced her into it.

She went back to school, put herself through college.

She ended up teaching g.E.D. Courses at an adult high school.

She's retired now and...

Frankly, she needs something to do.

It just makes me feel so stupid.

You're not stupid.

Hey...

I'll give you her phone number.

She'll have you feeling better in no time...

Plus, she's a big football fan.

That's really nice of you, but I just don't know if I can do it.

Don't know if you can do what?

I was just talking to Richard...

Saying maybe he should grow a mustache, but he doesn't know if he can do it.

Oh...ok. Hey, mom, you want to sign this?

Oh, sure. "75." Well...

That's not so bad.

Hang in there, mare.

You can pull it up.

I guess she's going through mood swings or something.

Yeah. Me, too.

I got to go.

Oh, wait.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

Not until those math grades come up.

Ok. On the count of 3, I want you to hit me over the head with this.

That's happy's shoe.

One...

Two...

No!

Try this.

That's the nursery rhyme book.

One...

No.

This! This will work.

Now, hold still.

No, wait! I--oh!

This will never work!

I could have done it.

Go brush your teeth. I need to talk to Simon.

Ok, but he's just going to try to get you to hit him.

I never have any fun.

Simon, what are you doing?

Oh...

I was trying to get ruthie to knock me out so I wouldn't have to go to school tomorrow...

But then it occurred to me that I could get hurt.

What happened with you and Gabrielle?

Oh...

Well, I sent her a love letter. It was intercepted.

What did it say?

In short, that the corn was a good choice.

You should always ask a woman's opinion in the matters of the heart.

I did not want to tell mom.

I meant me.

Oh.

Look, you have to go back to school tomorrow, but if I know kids, by tomorrow they'll have forgotten all about it, and some other kid will have made a total fool of himself.

You think so?

Come on! You know someone threw up or something today.

So by tomorrow, you'll be off the hook.

No.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry I forgot to call.

That's ok.

I thought you gave my piece to happy.

I did, but there was still some left over.

Thanks.

Look--

I'm fine, really. You don't have to explain.

I'd usually keep this stuff to myself, but...

Well, Abby wants me to tell you.

She's...she's been really uncomfortable with all these rumors that are going around.

I don't listen to rumors. You know that.

Just the same...

I'm really sorry about all this gossip.

So what's really going on?

Abby's husband abuses her.

He has for years.

Wow.

Well, I'm surprised...

Kind of.

"Kind of"?

Well, now that I think about it...

All the pieces of the puzzle seem to fit.

For instance, I'm always trying to get Abby involved in the women's groups, but she always says that "Jake doesn't like that kind of thing."

Abby has a degree in business, and she says that Jake doesn't want her to work.

And they have plenty of money--he makes a decent living-- why do they only have one car?

She doesn't have any close friends.

It's all there.

When I think of him bringing her to church every week, pretending to be the solid, upstanding citizen...

Men who abuse women are such...

Cowards.

But they're also criminals.

What are you going to do?

It's Abby who's got to do something.

Hey, Simon!

What's the matter? Were you out yesterday because you were lovesick?

I see London, I see France!

I see Mark's underpants!

Shut up!

Thank you!

They've got cowboys on them, too!

Giddyap, pardner!

It's so funny!

I can't believe it!

Here.

Put this around you.

Thanks.

Don't worry, pal.

After tomorrow, they'll forget all about it.

Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?

Sure. What's going on?

Nothing. Your mom seems really nice.

Yeah, she can be.

Did she say anything about me last night, after I left?

No. Why?

I just thought she might.

Don't worry. She likes you.

She's not very happy with my grades right now, that's all.

Yeah, I'm not doing that great myself right now, so I was thinking maybe we should study separately during the week.

Is something wrong?

No, I just got something I have to do, and, um...

I have to do it without you.

Ok.

"Ok"? That's it?

You don't want to know what it is?

No, I trust you. I don't have to know what it is.

Are you sure you're 14?

The blue one? You want that? Hi, guys!

How was school?

Great! A guy split his pants!

What did I tell you?

Hey, mom, uh, Richard thinks you're really cool.

Hi, mom. Dad just pulled up behind us. He's, uh, with that...Woman friend or whatever.

Oh.

That's what you do when you find out your husband's with another woman? You--you clean?

Yes. Help me.

I'm not done yet.

That's ok. We'll play later, honey.

Hi, Abby. How are you?

Uh, you know Matt.

And ruthie?

Hi.

Where are you going?

I'm moving to New York. I have a sister there.

Is that all you're taking?

Mm-hmm, for right now.

I'll get that.

Um, can I get you anything--something to drink?

Sure.

Where is she? Where's my wife, Camden?

Matt, call the police.

Look, I want to talk to her.

I want to talk to her right now.

I'm not leaving till she comes out here.

Go home, Jake. She doesn't want to see you.

I don't care if she wants to see me or not.

She's my wife. She'll do whatever I tell her to do.

Not anymore, she won't.

Go home, Jake.

It's over.

It was over a long time ago.

Hey, come here! Hey.

I'm never going to let you go, you got that?! Never!

Jake.

I can't take it anymore.

You need help.

Hey, back off.

You don't want to go there.

Annie, Abby, go inside.

You can't keep me away from her.

I'll follow her to New York, you know.

I wish you would.

I got a friend who's a judge there and a couple of friends who work outside the system--you know the kind I mean?

Bad people who...Who have turned good but who occasionally slip up.

I'm sure they would love to show you around New York.

She'll never press charges against me.

Never.

Where have you been, Jake? This is 1996.

Your wife doesn't have to press the charges.

She's got two broken ribs.

That's enough for the cops. They'll press the charges.

Whoa. Jake Morris?

Yeah, I'm Jake Morris. So what?

You're under arrest-- spousal abuse.

Come on. Let's go, Mr. Morris.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney and have him present with you while you're being questioned.

Dad?

That lady's husband hits her?

I'm afraid so, Simon...But, um, I don't think he'll ever hit her again.

I just don't think I have the strength to start a new life.

Yes, you do.

You'll find strength in friends and family, and Eric and I will be here for you whenever you need us.

You can call us from New York anytime, and we'll call you.

We will not lose touch, I promise.