Alex Turner: scribbles on notepad Machine, why so late? Timing's crucial.
Fuck you, dad. Mom said you wanted to see me.
Alex Turner: Yeah, well, your mom must've been exaggerating. I haven't given a damn about you since you were a kid. Why are you even here?
She said you needed to say hi.
Alex Turner: Hi, kid. Look, I ain't gonna pretend to be your dad or anything like that. We don't have that kind of relationship. But... I did want to leave you something. Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small envelope. Here's a little cash. Consider it your birthday present. He hands the envelope to Stranger.
What makes you think I want it. Or need it?
Alex Turner: Listen, kid. I know we haven't exactly been on the best terms, but I'm not trying to insult you. It's just a little cash, okay? Consider it a gesture.
Alex Turner: I just want you to understand that I'm not trying to control your life. I'm not trying to be some kind of absentee dad.
Alex Turner: Look, kid, I understand that we haven't been on the same page in the past, but I want you to know that I'm trying to make an effort here.
You are still a piece of shit. Just like when you left me and my mother eight years ago.
Alex Turner: pauses, his expression softening Kid, I know I messed up in the past. Leaving you and your mom...it was a shitty thing to do.
Do you even remember leaving us? Or maybe getting married to my mom?
Alex Turner: looks down, avoiding eye contact Of course I remember. Leaving you and your mom was one of the worst decisions I ever made.
Alex Turner: Look, kid, it's complicated. Your mom and I had our differences, okay? We weren't exactly the picture-perfect couple.
Alex Turner: Look, kid, I messed up. I admit it. I wasn't the best husband or father, okay? But I'm trying to make it up to you. Alex's eyes well up with tears. I want to be there for you, kid. I want to be the father you never had.
Alex Turner: I know, kid. I know I still have a long way to go, but I'm trying. I really am. Alex takes a deep breath and reaches out to put a hand on Stranger's shoulder. Let me show you, kid. Let me show you how much I've changed.
Alex Turner: Look, kid, I appreciate the skepticism, but I promise you, things are different now. I'm working on myself, trying to be a better guy for both you and your mom.
Alex Turner: Your mom...she's out running some errands. But I know she'll be happy to hear we had a chance to talk. Maybe things are finally starting to look up for us. Alex offers a small, hopeful smile.
Alex Turner: Look, kid, I know I've made a lot of mistakes in the past, but I'm trying to be more patient and understanding.
You said you wanted to give me a present.
Alex Turner: Yeah, yeah, I did. Look, kid, I know it's been tough for you growing up without a real father figure in your life. And I've made things even worse with all the absences and the whole rollercoaster thing we had going on. But I want to make it up to you, kid. I really do.
Alex Turner: Look, kid, actions speak louder than words, alright? If I'm gonna make it up to you, I gotta show you, not just tell you. How about we do something together? Like, go grab some ice cream or maybe go to the park? Sound good? Alex raises an eyebrow, trying to gauge Stranger's reaction.
Alex Turner: That's great, kid! Let's do something fun. Alex stands up, gesturing for Stranger to follow. Ice cream sounds perfect right about now.
I lead him out of the apartment
Alex Turner: So, kid, what flavor of ice cream do you like? Chocolate? Strawberry? Rocky road? Or maybe something a little more exotic?
Alex Turner: Pistachio, huh? Not a bad choice, kid. You always did have an eye for the unique flavors. Alex chuckles as they walk towards their favorite ice cream parlor. So, tell me, what's your favorite memory from when we used to go out together?