The Good Son1993

Henry:
[offering Mark a cigarette] Go on.

Mark:
They give you cancer.

Henry:
Who cares? You're gonna die anyway.

[Mark takes the cigarette and gives it a puff. He coughs in disgust and hands the cigarette back to Henry.]

Henry:
Did you see your mom after she was dead?

Mark:
I wanted to. They wouldn't let me.

Henry:
You should've made them let you. It's very important. See, people don't like to talk about death. That's why you have to investigate. It's scientific.

Mark:
It doesn't feel like that.

Henry:
What did your mom look like the last time you saw her?

Mark:
Kinda pale.

Henry:
Kinda pale. I took a real good look when my kid brother Richard drowed in the bathtub.

Mark:
Your brother drowned?

Henry:
He was completely blue. You should've looked at her eyes and lips and touched her skin to see what it felt like-hot, cold.

Mark:
Just shut up about my mom!

Henry:
Hey, don't get mad. I'm just trying to be scientific.

Mark:
Just shut up or I'll hit you!

Henry:
Try it...[throws his cigarette down the well]...and I'll throw you down there.

Mark:
Oh, yeah?

Henry:
[coming around] Hey, look. I'm sorry. That was really dumb of me. I know how I'd feel if I didn't have a mom. [holds his hand out] Friends?

Mark:
[hastily] Okay. [shakes Henry's hand]