Dialogues with pictures
FRANK CLEARY: It's all been my own doing. All of it. From the first.
MEGGIE: Listen, Frank
I want to try and help you.
I've talked to Harry Gough. He knows how to get an appeal started for you.
FRANK CLEARY: No.
MEGGIE: Listen to me. I want to get you out of here. I want you to come home. Frank, darling, if there's any way.
FRANK CLEARY: No. When I was growing up there was only one thing that I really wanted in the whole world: To see mom happy. Then I realized that no matter how hard I tried that I couldn't make her happy. And that it was me all along. I ruined her life just by being born. I've never found a way to pay for that.
MEGGIE: No, Frank. If mom's life is ruined, it's because she let it.
FRANK CLEARY: Meggie, listen to me. You want to help me? Then you must forget about me. Promise me that you'll never come here again. Promise me that you'll never let her come either.
MEGGIE: Don't worry. She wouldn't come, Frank. I don't understand you either of you.
I don't understand that kind of love.
FRANK CLEARY: Poor little Meggie. You still think love can save us? It's more killing than hate.
Hate is so clean,
so simple. Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love they never stop.
I want to try and help you.
I've talked to Harry Gough. He knows how to get an appeal started for you.
FRANK CLEARY: No.
MEGGIE: Listen to me. I want to get you out of here. I want you to come home. Frank, darling, if there's any way.
FRANK CLEARY: No. When I was growing up there was only one thing that I really wanted in the whole world: To see mom happy. Then I realized that no matter how hard I tried that I couldn't make her happy. And that it was me all along. I ruined her life just by being born. I've never found a way to pay for that.
MEGGIE: No, Frank. If mom's life is ruined, it's because she let it.
FRANK CLEARY: Meggie, listen to me. You want to help me? Then you must forget about me. Promise me that you'll never come here again. Promise me that you'll never let her come either.
MEGGIE: Don't worry. She wouldn't come, Frank. I don't understand you either of you.
I don't understand that kind of love.
FRANK CLEARY: Poor little Meggie. You still think love can save us? It's more killing than hate.
Hate is so clean,
so simple. Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love they never stop.
