So there you are. We meet at last.
What are you…//
//The man behind the mask. I knew you were in there. I knew I wasn’t imagining it. I knew there had to be something more. Eight years together trying to figure you out, trying to make us fit together, trying to please you, thinking it was me. And now I see who you really are. I won’t be part of this Tom. I will not aid and abet you or your pack of wolves. You don’t have my consent.
What do you know? You don’t know. You don’t know. I want it back. I want it all back. Not this. Not any of this. That book… That book… just a book to you. It will take care of things for you. I know that. I know all the things that you don’t have. But that book… that book is… everything to me. It takes me there. Takes me straight back to when I… I tell you -- He handed it straight down to me. “To the pretty little girl in dark brown curls.” Kissed the top of my head and sent me on my way. I showed it to Momma and she laughed -- “Silly girl, it’s just a book.” It wasn’t just a book. Not to me. And it’s never been. 1926. 1926. I don’t know where it’s gone.
THREE IN A BED
I am not your Dad.
You told me he was my Dad.
Your father is confused.
I am not his father! Stop telling him I'm his father.
What’s wrong with my Dad?
Perhaps he fell and hit his head.