Son of a bitch.
I'm home, Mom!
She was never here, do you understand me?
She doesn't exist.
I want all of 'em, you understand me?
All of 'em!
Got any more hanging around?
It's just you and me now, alright?
She did this to us and don't you ever forget that.
She did this to us!
And I don't ever wanna hear you say her name to me again!
Do you understand me?
Do you understand me?
I said, do you understand me?
You're a good boy, okay, I'm sorry.
你是个好孩子 我们会没事的 好吗
You're a good boy, we're gonna be okay, alright?
别害怕 没事的 我们会好起来的
Don't be scared, we'll be fine, we're gonna be okay.
You're a good boy.
只 道 再 见
十 年 后
The first time I spoke to Jesse Peterson
was in the second grade, it was parent career week.
When parent week was over,
I noticed everyone had at least one parent come to speak,
except for Jesse Peterson.
I asked him why neither of his parents came,
and that little shit ignored me at first,
but I pressed for an answer.
It's just what I do.
And when he finally gave in, he said,
"because my dad can't walk real good and
my mom is dead."
That was the first of hundreds of conversations between us,
and most came easy, as some a little harder,
and one would change my life forever.
叫妈妈 萨拉 妈妈 好吗
It's Mom, Sarah, Mom, okay?
Grab some breakfast before you go
screeching out of here.
I can't, I'm already running late.
Well, at least grab a breakfast bar, then.
You start packing yet?
Are you working on breaking a record?
What do you mean?
How many times in one week can you ask that question?
I refuse to wait for you to finish packing
when you're already supposed to be heading for the airport.
You taught me to take care of myself, Mom,
and we have over a week and it takes, what,
20 minutes to pack?
Ah, but it takes more than 20 minutes to pack
the right things, the right things take thought!
Oh, so you can impress and oversized rodent.
That's just a little side-trip.
I'm going down there on business.
I think the business part is the side-trip.
Well, in any case,
it's not just any oversized rodent, Sarah.
It's the big M.M.!
好了 妈妈 你就是个大傻瓜
Okay, Mom, you're officially a dork.
Oh, if I'm a dork, then you're a half-dork.
Oh, thank you.
I just don't want you running late meeting your dad
in New York after you drop me at the airport.
I gotta go, and stop worrying,
I won't be late.
Well, since I'm off today, you can take the car.
I can't drive Jesse yet.
Plus, I think he enjoys our morning rides to school.
- Love you! - Uh-huh, you too!
- Hey. - Hey.
Sorry I'm a little late.
Why should today be any different?
I'm not always late!
Okay, so like 90% of the time,
but not always.
You know it rained last night?
So, why water the plants?
Just don't want them to get thirsty.
So, my mom's a dork and you're a whack.
- Opinion? - Fact.
好 好 好
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll race ya.
So, now she's adding a stop in the Everglades, too.
Sounds like you're jealous.
Of what, seeing alligators in their natural habitat?
Of, you know, not having three sturdy rows
of fence between us, or maybe,
I just have this weird obsession
with keeping all my limbs intact.
I guess Phyllis doesn't have the same obsession I do.
That's Mom to you.
- See you at lunch. - Yeah.
Sorry, Peterson, I didn't see you there.
Such an asshole, Chase.
Hey, sorry I'm so late.
I had to take that makeup quiz in Mr. McCormack's class.
Jesus, what happened to your head?
Walked into a locker.
Walked into it?
You're full of shit.
What's your theory then, you obviously have one?
Well, my guess is Chase, or one of his minions,
had something to do with it.
Nice guess, Sherlock.
Chase it was.
You know, you really need to teach that kid a lesson.
And you need to stop saving half your lunch for your dad.
You think I wanna weigh more than you do all my life?
It seems like you got a whole list for me today.
Oh, my god.