[wary] You do realize I'm an Assistant District Attorney?
DDiego
That's why we're talking, Mr. Stone. [he downs his drink and grimaces] Mm. And that's why you're gonna drop this case. Lourdes will get deported, and then... our justice system will take over.
I'm not a bad person. You don't have any idea. I went to college. I have a skill. But, 10 years ago, who's gonna hire me? Huh? Sure, I could wash dishes, mow lawns. But I'm a damn good programmer, and 10 years ago, no one gave a damn!
Yes! Yes! I can have anyone I wanted. For a thousand miles, I was their God! They were mine until I dumped them in the warehouse and went back to get a new batch!
Well, that's very nice of you to say, but the fact of the matter is, the truth is, I got winded. Chasing that Conway kid... I had to stop. And now an innocent woman who was riding her bike has a broken leg because of me.
It wasn't your dad's fault. It wasn't your brother's fault. That only leaves one person, Sam. This is all on you, but maybe you're right. Go ahead. Kill yourself. It's probably easier than facing your father in the state he's in right now, Sam.
So maybe you want to tell him that, and maybe he wants to tell you that too. Because that's the thing about dads, no matter how much you screw up, they still love you.
Be a man! This voice in my head kept saying, "Do it, be a man, be a man!" [jumps up from the stand, screaming at his father] BE A MAN! I DIDN'T FLINCH, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
Men are strong. They're the hunters. They're the fighters. The spear throwers, the sword swingers, the gunslingers. They sit in bars and toss back shots while they regale other men with stories of their sexual conquests. That's what makes them masculine - that's what makes them men. You get in a fistfight? That's okay - it'll make you a man. You grab a little ass? Hey, that's what men do. But what if you cry or show empathy or, God forbid, you can't shoot a little rabbit? Well, I'm sorry, but you just don't deserve to be my son. The problem is, Sam is John's son. The problem is, Sam just wanted to make John proud. The problem is, John wasn't preaching strength. He was preaching power over others, and that's not being a man - it's being a criminal.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know she was on something. When she started zoning out, I tried to help her. I took her to the hospital. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it?