Death of a Crime

Father: Forty years you sweat in the shop your kid can go to college. Ivy League, Harvard.

Mother: Joe, Joe. It's Washington's Birthday Monday. They just don't publish then. He never meant to hurt you.

Father: He wants to write. I should stop him? So let him be on the newspaper. But no Crime? I don't understand it, Linda. Why does he need to spite me?

Mother: No, no, Joe. He loves you. It's just Washington's Birthday.

Father: Of course it is. Of course. That boy's gonna be magnificent