"No, you are not my son. See this paternity test? It's a real document. And now that your mother is dead, I'm gonna have to let you go, David." 

"Let me go?" 

"Yes, I'm thinking foster care, maybe one of your mom's friends... I still care about you!" 

"D-do you still love me?" 

"No, but your real dad does. Even if he hates you. In fact, I know who he is. I see him every day. He watches you. I give him every tape, every photo. He works for me." 

"Why can't I just stay? Why is this happening?" 

"I can't give you the kind of life that a good foster parent could. And don't worry, your real father will be watching you every step of the way. He will make sure you are protected and succeed. But you will never, ever see him or meet him. Just know that he'll be there." 

"Dad?" 

"Please - Jimmy or James. Let's be men here." 

"Will I ever see you again, J-Jimmy?" 

"Hmm.... how about this. You stay fit, get into a good school and some scholarships. Get a wife and kid. Basically just - emulate me for the rest of your life. And then give me a call and I'd probably be glad to have you work here." 

"Really?" 

"Sure, why not? But for now, foster family and schoolwork, some weight lifting. That's what I did." 

"You were in foster care?" 

"Best thing that ever happened to me. My foster dad was just like me! And I was just like you." 

"Do you miss Mom?" 

"Yes."