My kids have eaten nothing but bread for 3 days. Ma'am, keep the food. You don't need to pay. What do you mean? It's on the company.
Special promotion for families with kids. God bless you. I've prayed for a miracle for 3 days and you show up like an angel. Mathematically, that was foolish. Emotionally, it was the first truly right thing I have done in 32 years.
Now I understand why dad was devastated. It wasn't just being mistreated. It was discovering his son was blind to human pain. Ryan, can I talk to you? Sure, man.
There's something different about you. At first, I figured you for another rich boy pretending to be a worker, but you're changing. You're becoming a person. Thanks, John. Can I get advice from someone with 20 years on this job?
Don't let this life harden you too much. I've seen good folks go bitter because the world is cruel. You're finding a balance. Work hard, but don't lose your humanity. Three weeks ago, I was a rich man, empty inside.
Now I am poor, but for the first time, I feel a real purpose. My boy, this is Mrs. Constance. Gabriel came home from the hospital today. The doctor said the medicine worked perfectly.
You saved my grandson's life. May God bless your hard-working hands. There are four months left of my punishment. But I am beginning to suspect it isn't punishment at all. Maybe it is the greatest gift my father could have given me.
It is in my eyes. They no longer carry that cold arrogance. Now they hold something I never possessed. Genuine compassion for other people's pain. Ryan, my boy, you in there?
Mrs. Constance, you didn't have to. Of course I did. You saved Gabriel's life. It's the least I can do.
Lord, how do you live like this? You don't even have a proper table. I'm fine, Mrs. Constance. I have what I need.
Nonsense. Tomorrow, my son is bringing a table and some things, and I won't take no for an answer. How's Gabriel? Strong as an ox. The doctor said they'd never seen a recovery so fast.
It's prayer and the medicine you bought. My grandson is alive because of you. Four months ago, if someone had told me I'd be happier saving a poor child's life than buying a half-million-dollar car, I would have laughed. Now I know it is the plain truth. Mrs.
Constance, can I ask you something? Of course, my boy. Were you ever rich? Rich, my boy? I was born into a big family.
My daddy worked construction. My mama did laundry for others. I work the farmers market at 8. And are you happy? What a strange question, my boy.
Happy how? I grew up rich. I had everything money could buy, and I was never happy. I never felt my life had real purpose. You were so little seem happier than I ever was.
Ryan, money buys comfort, but not peace of mind, not true love, not the satisfaction of helping your neighbor. You're learning that now, aren't you? For the first time in your life, you're really alive. Ryan, you can't keep running. Face it or it will destroy you.
Really alive. That is exactly how it feels. As if I slept for 32 years and finally woke up. People meeting. We've got a situation.
The company's in financial trouble. We have to fire 20 people. Starting today, only the best 30 stay. The list is here. If I say your name, grab your stuff and go.
No discussion. And the pride shatters. All right. Now the morning comes John Silva. You lost a fortune for a season, but you came back.
Those who remain will cover the work of those who left. Target rises to 50 deliveries a day. Miss it and you're out next week. 50 a day. 9 minutes each, including ride time, stairs, and returns.
That's humanly impossible, even for the best of us. Absurd. John, this is wrong. You're the best rider here. Thanks, kid.
But unfair is the name of the game. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. What will you do? Look for anything. Night security, construction, labor, whatever comes.
John, listen. What if I could get you a better job on the administrative side? How would you do that? You're a rider like me. Leave it to me.
Just don't give up yet. All right. The morning came without a warning. But something heavy filled the air. Mark was standing with a paper and 50 tired souls were there.
Hello, Dad. It's Ryan. Ryan, did something happen? If this is about ending the punishment early, forget it. You've got three months left.
It's not that. It's about the company. The layoffs. How do you know about layoffs? Because I worked there, Dad.
20 good, hardworking people lost their jobs today. people who depend on that money to survive. Ryan, you don't understand business. Hard choices are necessary sometimes. I do understand. I understand you've got 50 million in the bank and you're firing people who make 400 a month.
I understand you're raising the target to an impossible level just to fire more. You're questioning my business decisions. I'm questioning your human decisions. Dad, these three months taught me more about life than 30 years in school. These aren't numbers on a spreadsheet.
They're human beings with families, dreams, struggles. Ryan, where are you? In my apartment. Why? I'm coming over.
Entire family crying somewhere far away. Friend, you may call it business tonight. My god, you're really living like this. Like this, Dad. With dignity, earning my own money, helping people who need it.