Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever?

BUILDING 55

— I just want you to know how wrong you are. How wrong you always are and always have been.

— That’s fine, Thomas.

— It’s all been necessary. I just solved the whole thing with Don. The cop confessed. I know everything.

— You brought a police officer out here?

— I can get anyone I want.

— Thomas, you must know that as your mother I care about your welfare. I don’t want you killed. You must know that. I’ve been hearing helicopters and I have a bad feeling. And no matter our differences and issues, I want you to live and to heal.

— If that happens, you’ll be no part of it. You didn’t help at all. I had to do it myself. I brought the cop here and he was one of the ones who shot Don and now I know why.

— I hope you didn’t harm him.

— I didn’t.

— Those helicopters are getting closer, son.

— No. They came and went. And I hid the van in the old roller rink. I was meant to be here so the truth could come to me.

— I don’t know why you’ve put such importance on Don’s death now. You didn’t even go to his funeral.

— That has nothing to do with anything.

— It’s not like you were so close to him.

— He was my best friend.

— He was your best friend? You hadn’t seen him in years.

— You don’t know anything about it.

— But I do. You didn’t even— Forget it.

— Say it, you horrible person.

— You were his best friend. But when you dropped him, how do you think a borderline guy like that …

— What?

— Nothing. Forget it.

— Say it again.

— Please. Forget it. I don’t know what I’m saying.

— No, you don’t.