Accused

- Mr. Wheeler, your attorney's here.

Come on. Let's go.

Don't touch me!

Double word.

45 points.

No. That is not a word.

That is a proper noun.

Kleenex. It's a word.

It's a brand.

It can be both.

You are so full of it.

- Yeah, well, I am not givin' up my points.

- Hm... Let's just see. Gimme that board.

- Here you go. - Gimme.

You're almost done.

Yeah, almost.

I was thinking maybe it's the four of us.

You see that's Dad, and me,

and you, and Matthew.

- He's the little branch. - Hmm...

I really wanted to finish it this morning, but...

It's great, Mom.

You'll get it done.

Hmm...

Intruder alert.

- Shh. - Oh, hey, little guy.

Well, don't mind me.

Danny, I thought maybe you could use a snack too.

I made cookies, chocolate chip walnut.

Chester, shh.

Oh, you know what?

I am fostering a rescue this month.

He must smell her on me.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, you're still playing?

Uh, your brother's downstairs. He said you were taking him bowling?

Oh. I ...

that wasn't like a real plan. I can... I can stay.

No, no, no. You should go.

The truth is, I kinda need to rest my eyes.

Okay.

Okay.

- I love you. - I love you.

- Is it too bright in here? - Oh, you know what? Let me close those.

- Oh no, actually just leave it, please.

I really love that view.

Sure. Of course.

Whatever you want.

- I mean, you can hate her all you want, but these cookies are legit.

I'm telling you, it's fake.

What is?

Her whole thing.

I mean she's always finding ways to remind us what a saint she is.

Now she's rescuing animals?

- Maybe she's just... a good person?

Let's go, man.

Hey ...

Danny.

Hey, Brittany.

How are you doing?

I heard about your mom.

Is she... still in the hospital?

They just brought her home.

Oh that's great.

So was it Stage 4?

Like when she was diagnosed?

You must be so devastated.

I can't imagine.

If you ever wanna talk or anything...

She's not dead.

- Oh. - And you and I,

are not friends, okay?

I was just trying to be nice.

Were you?

- Hey, uh, can we get some food maybe?

Forget it, man? Just let it go, alright?

- You guys know what you want? - I gotta pee.

A cheeseburger no onions. - Okay. Yep.

Cheeseburger no onions. And for you?

Sorry. Um...

Yeah, I... whatever, I'll get the same thing

with uh everything on it.

- You'd think cool girls would have cooler places to be.

Trust me, they're not.

You just transferred to Spalding, yeah?

Last month.

What was she bothering you about?

Sorry, you don't have to answer that.

No, it's okay.

My mom's sick.

Really sick.

And Brittany was asking me all these questions.

And I swear she hasn't spoken to me since the seventh grade.

- Death tourist. - Death tourist?

- Yeah, someone whose life is so easy that they like glom onto other peoples' tragedies

for a hit of actual emotion.

It happened to me a lot um...

when my parents died before I moved here to live with my aunt.

It was a drunk driver. Jumped a highway divide.

That's...

that's messed up.

Yeah.

I'm Danny by the way.

I'm Leanna.

Do you want fries with that?

Because they don't actually come with.

Yeah.

Fries would be great. - Okay.

Isabel, can you hear me?

Isabel, can you hear me?

This is what we talked about?

- Shh... : What's going on?

- Danny, wait outside please. - What are you doing?

I'm adjusting her morphine.

- Well, clearly, it's not working! You need to give her more!

- Danny. Please. Wait outside.

Shh. Shh.

It's okay. It's okay...

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh...

Shh, shh...

It's okay. It's okay.

- Your father wants you to come in.

Is it happening now?

Is she dying?

- Whatever you'd like to say to her, I think now is the time.

Okay.

: It's okay, sweetheart.

It's alright.

You get off on it, don't you?

Going from house to house.

Watching people die.

You're like some sorta... death tourist.

God...

please...

I finished it, see?

I looked up online how to do it.

- May the Lord Bless thee and keep thee.

May the angels lead you to your savior.

You are a sign of his presence to us.

We are here today to seek

and to receive comfort.

We come together as our hearts ache for the loss of his daughter.

May she rest in peace.

May the Lord show his face...

: You get off on it, don't you?

You're like some sort of... death tourist.

: That's Dad, and me,

and you, and Matthew.

I love you.

Hey, Danny,

nice to see you. Here, take a seat.

Who is he?

- This is Dr. Gary Weiss. He's a forensic psychiatrist.

-I already told you, I'm not doing this.

It's just a conversation.

He'll ask you some questions...

- He'll use those answers against me.

So you can put me in a... in a mental hospital. I'm not crazy.

How many times do I have to have this conversation? I'm not...

- Listen to me. As your attorney, I strongly recommend...

No. I'm done. C'mon!

Hey, c'mon. Open the door.

- Danny, I promise you I have no agenda.

-I'm done. - Let's just talk.

Don't touch me.

Stop! - Mike, a little help here.

- At the moment, he's looking at three failing grades,

which would be enough to hold him back.

- Well, he has missed a month of school.

What if he takes incompletes and finishes his assignments over the summer?

I mean there's gotta be some kinda leeway given what he's been through.

- Well, of course, but it's not just his academics.

There may be underlying issues here,

issues that predate his mother's illness.

What do you mean?

Ah, Danny, come sit.

- Sorry, Mr. Bryer kept me after class.

- I was just explaining to your dad ...

What issues?

- Over the past year, several of his teachers

have noted persistent trouble concentrating,

frequent irritability, and occasional outbursts.

- And this is the first I'm hearing of it?

- I spoke with your wife several times.

I explained to her our recommendation

that Danny be assessed by a mental health professional.

Someone with uh, expertise.

She insisted there was no need.

Oh I'm sorry, I assumed the two of you...

No, no, of course. Um...

Look uh, the truth is um,

his mom was a little over-protective when it... went it came to Danny.

She wasn't always forthcoming.

Yes, I understand.