-[Lambeau] --I am today
because I was pushed

and because I learned
to push myself--

- [Sean] He's not you!
You get that?!

-I can come back--

-[Sean]
No, come in.

-[Lambeau]
Uh, I was just leaving.

-A lot of that stuff goes back
a long way between me and him.

You know?
Not about you.

-[Will]
What is that?

-[Sean]
This is your file.

I have to to send it back
to the judge for evaluation.

-Oh.

Hey, you're not going to fail me,
are you? [nervous chuckle]

What's it say?

-You wanna read it?

-[Will] Why?

Have you had any, uh,
experience with that?

-Twenty years of counseling, yeah,
I've seen some pretty awful shit.

-[Will] I mean, have you had any
<i>experience</i> with that?

-Personally.

-[Will] Yeah.

-Yeah, I have.

-Sure ain't good.

-My father was an alcoholic.

Mean fucking drunk.

He'd come home hammered,
looking to whale on somebody,

so I'd provoke him

so he wouldn't go after
my mother and little brother.

Interesting nights were
when he wore his rings.

-Yeah, he used to just put a wrench,
a stick, and a belt on the table,

and just say "choose".

-[Sean] I gotta go with
the belt there, Vanna.

-I used to go with
the wrench.

-[Sean]
Why the wrench?

-'Cause fuck him,
that's why.

- Your foster father?
- Yeah.

So uh, you know,
what is it, like,

"Will has an attachment disorder"--
is it all that stuff?

"Fear of abandonment"?

Is that why, uh-- is that why
I broke up with Skylar?

-I didn't know you had.

-[Will]
Yeah, I did.

-You wanna talk about it?
-No.

-Hey, Will...

I don't know a lot,

but you see this?

All this shit.

This is not your fault.

-(softly)
Yeah, I know that.

-Look at me, son.

It's not your fault.

-I know.

-[Sean]
It's not your fault.

- I know.

-[Sean] No, no, no.
It's not your fault.

Hmm?

-I know.

-It's not your fault.

-Alright.

-It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

-Don't fuck with me.

[sniffling]

-It's not your fault.

-Don't fuck with me,
alright?!

Don't fuck with me,
Sean, not you!

-It's not your fault.

-[sobbing]

-[whispering]
It's not your fault.

-[sobbing]

Oh my god. Oh my god,
I'm so sorry!

[sobbing continues]

-[Sean]
Fuck them, okay?