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Marcus: Tim.
Hawk: What are you doing here?
Marcus: I'll take your badge.
Tim: Marcus is going inside with me. He needs your badge to get in.
Hawk: I don't understand.
Tim: I knew Lonigan would refuse to see us. And we'd never get close to the Governor. And then... I invited you to the gala. I mean, it was very convenient. Hawk: I think I've been used.
Tim: A little.
Hawk: All right. Hey. Give us a minute? Look, whatever you're up to, and I don't want to know all the details, I'll wait for you.
Tim: No. You need to go home. Where you belong. No. It's not...
Hawk: I want to stay.
Tim: I have to fight this fight. That means letting go of everything else. And if you're around, I will not be able to let go.
Hawk: But I wanna show up for you.
Tim: Go home, Hawk. Please. Make it easy for me.
Hawk: Hey, Skippy. Promise you won't write.
Tim: I won't.
Nurse: I'm afraid Tim's had another seizure.
Hawk: What do you mean? How bad is it?
Nurse: It was severe, but they were able to pull him out of it. He's in his room.
Kimberly: Hello.
Hawk: It's Daddy. Hi.
Kimberley: Hi. Are you okay?
Hawk: I'm fine. How are you?
Kimberley: I'm fine. Daddy, I miss you. We miss you.
Hawk: Sweetheart... I'm coming home.
Kimberley: Okay. Okay.
Hawk: You'll tell your mother?
Kimberley: Of course. We have a lot to talk about.
Hawk: I know.
Hawk: Where are you going?
Rafael: I'll wait outside. Walk you to the ferry.
Tim: It meant nothing to you. Everything we said last night. Everything we have been through. What is wrong with me?
Hawk: Skippy. No.
Tim: What is wrong with me?
Hawk: This is not about you.
Tim: Why can I not stop believing anything you say? If this is what you want, fine. If you want to die, go on, fսcking die. Your wife and your daughter have already buried a son and a brother, and they're gonna have to bury you. But you don't care because you're so fսcking selfish! I've wasted all this time. My life on you.
Hawk: Don't go. No. Don't go. No, please.
Tim: Hawk, I'm done with you. I'm free.
Hawk: Nice toss, bud. How you feeling?
Jackson: Did your friend tell you?
Hawk: Yeah. Don't do that again. I hear you're a poet.
Jackson: He tell you that, too?
Hawk: He did. Question is why you didn't.
Jackson: You'd think it's stupid, and it probably is.
Hawk: It isn't. I'd like to read some of your writing. If you'd let me. Jackson. Do you know that I love you? I do. I love you beyond measure. I'm not gonna tell your mom about the acid or the other stuff. Just... Do better, okay? Okay?
Lucy: Are you the only one who matters?
Hawk: What?
Lucy: Your children are here, I'm here. How dare you bring that man into our lives?
Hawk: Look, it doesn't mean anything.
Lucy: Don't insult my intelligence. He's on the run from the law.
Hawk: He's not a criminal, he's an activist.
Lucy: He's wanted by the police, and you helped him hide, Hawk! Do you know what you've risked? All we've built together, your career, my life, our children's lives. You married me. If you can't give me all your love, give me enough respect to keep whatever this is out of our home.
Hawk: Maggie said we have to keep your weight up. Pasta.
Tim: What else?
Hawk: Peanut butter.
Tim: They didn't have crunchy?
Hawk: No, I looked.
Tim: You said you know someone connected to the governor.
Hawk: Dave Holm. He's a Republican fundraiser.
Tim: Okay, how well do you know him?
Hawk: Not well. You know, he's...
Tim: What, he's straight? The way that you're straight? You can't smoke in here.
Hawk: I know, I know. What do you want, Tim?
Tim: Call your friend. Ask him. Convince him to set up a meeting with the governor's chief of staff.
Hawk: And why am I doing this?
Tim: To introduce me. There is an AIDS anti-discrimination bill sitting on the governor's desk. I need to convince him to sign it. We've been waiting for this meeting for weeks. They're ignoring us. They can't ignore you.
Hawk: Of course they can.
Mary: They're going to ask you questions about your private activities in detail. Hawk: I hope they've scheduled several hours for that.
Mary: I thought you were taking this seriously.
Hawk: I am.
Mary: You take nothing seriously. You're all wrong for him, Fuller. He is deeply sincere, and you're going to hurt him.
Miss Addison: I know who you're talking about. The boy who gave Mr. Fuller that book? Yeah, I saw what he wrote inside. "Mr. Fuller, thank you for everything. You're wonderful."
Mary: You reported him.
Hawk: You're right, Miss Addison. I am wonderful. So why don't you just suffer? Merry Christmas.
Hawk: The gentleman who left the unit last week, he stepped in front of a truck. That must affect someone in your position.
Man: Unfortunately, we're seeing an average of one suicide per week.
Hawk: You ever worry that someone might kill you instead?
Man: One moment. You'll have to return tomorrow for a polygraph.
Hawk: No, that won't be necessary. Just speak to Mr. McLeod.
Man: When we believe a polygraph is required, cooperation is mandatory. We're trying to clear the backlog before the holidays. Can you come back tomorrow after hours?
Hawk: Sure.
Hawk: They know you?
Tim: I worked here. Before.
Hawk: You said your sister needs a break. I nursed my kids through measles, mumps. Broken arms. Hawk.
Tim: No.
Hawk: How long would she need?
Tim: No. No. It's not a good idea.
Hawk: How long? What, a week? I can do that. Skippy, just... Will you give me a chance?
Tim: A chance to do what? To... To fսck it up again. Are you sure?
Hawk: No. I'm not sure of anything anymore.
Hawk: Listen, Skippy. I wanna spend the weekend with you. Go back to the office, tell Dragon Lady you don't feel well. Meet me on the southwest corner of Independence and Third in 15 minutes.
Tim: Fifteen?
Hawk: Green Ford. Oh, and happy birthday.
I’m sorry that you’re dying ...that not a single fucking soul gives a shit, and that you didn’t knock first.
