ALEX TREBEK: ...in Egypt on their migration to South Africa.
Buttered, unbuttered.
What about The Godfather?
No. No. We've only seen it, like, 111 times.
There are nuances.
I vote for something funny. Yeah.
Okay, Duck Soup.
No. Nothing black and white. Come on.
How about Godfather, Part 2?
How about instead of watching a movie,
we just talk about movies for two hours?
Nothing sad. I don't want to cry.
Oh, Mom, you cried when you saw
Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.
You know, i-it's becoming increasingly obvious
that the only thing we have in common is DNA.
Bah.
Our station has just received
the following video footage.
As you can see, this is downtown Arcadia...
Will.
...and we're watching
some kind of physical dispute
between and a civilian and the Arcadia police.
This footage was recorded earlier by a local resident
from his apartment.
( pager beeping )
The identity of the suspect
has not been confirmed at this time,
( phone ringing )
...and the Arcadia Police Department
has not yet released a statement.
So much for movie night.
Yeah.
( blend of conversation, laughter )
What if you just want to live in your car?
Where's the booth for that?
Dude, you have a car?
It was an attempt at humor, Rove,
and I told you about "dude."
I tried "yo." It didn't take.
I so don't have time
to think about my future right now.
Is it just me, or are you spacier than usual?
I don't like November.
The whole month?
Yeah.
Well, what did November ever do to you?
I'm, like, so
behind in my classes.
How do you feel about February?
I hate February.
What's with hating months? That's, like, arbitrary.
( clearing throat ): Pardon me,
but the point of this afternoon is to pretend
you might one day make a valuable
contribution to society.
Perhaps you could play along.
For example, Ms. Polk, you might want
to look into journalism,
which is a profession where they actually pay people
to be cynical and disaffected.
Not since all the publications got consumed
by media conglomerates who manipulate information and...
Go.
And what career would you
like to explore, Mr. Rove?
I want to do something
soulless and corporate, Mr. Price.
Good choice.
Maybe I'll just browse.
Mm.
May I answer any questions for you?
I don't know.
Is it kind of gross breathing all that recycled air?
All air is recycled, Joan.
You've heard of photosynthesis.
Look, Madam Almighty,
it's really awkward when you just drop in at school,
and I'm not gonna become a flight attendant,
if that's what you're here to tell me.
Not at all.
I find career day a little bit bogus.
It's too early for you to be thinking that way.
Then why'd you make me get a job?
Well, that's different. That's work.
Work is a spiritual exercise.
It keeps things moving along, prevents stasis,
builds character.
Most of all, the point of working
is to help.
( scoffing ): Help what?
Each other. Each other do what?
Whatever needs to be done.
Well, what needs to be done?
Okay, if you just let me finish,
you're about to realize
that you're gonna be in the position to help someone.
And how will I know?
You're going to pay attention.
You might even listen and stop interrupting.
You have to look at behavior.
Not everyone knows how to ask for help.
Now, move along.
Unless you want your friends
to think you're interested in this profession.
( giggles )
Buh-bye.
( siren wails in distance )
We clocked him at 15 miles over the speed limit.
He gave chase.
Um, we finally forced him to stop.
I approached the vehicle.
We did everything by the numbers.
The guy was slinging serious trash
in between making no sense.
He was on something.
Yeah. I mean, I, uh,
I told him to turn around and put his hands on the vehicle,
but he-he wouldn't listen. He just kept arguing, you know,
and flailing his arms like he wanted to take a swing at us.
At this point, we're getting nervous.
OFFICER: And I said it to him again. He didn't respond.
And that's when he, um, he reached into his pocket.
And we didn't know
if he had a weapon or... You didn't frisk him?
The guy wouldn't settle down long enough, Chief.
That's what we're trying to tell you.
He was twitchy.
He was on something.
We're waiting for the tox screen to come back.
He's still at County.
They say he's got a concussion.
Then what?
Then...then what, what?
How did you get from there to what I saw on the tape?
The guy was a nut, Chief.
He...
he wouldn't listen to us.
I used reasonable force to subdue a suspect, sir.
WOMAN: Chief...
I.A.D. is here.
Okay.
Just give it to them straight.
Sir.
WILL: Now, you're both suspended for 30 days. You know that.
It's policy.
What for?
It's policy.
What the hell?
The way they see it,
they made a judgment call.
They expect you to back them.
I know what it's like out there.
Hasn't been that long.
My position is, we'll figure out what happened
and act appropriately.
Has anyone talked to the suspect or his family?
An attempt was made,
but they're not gonna talk until they see a lawyer.
Okay.
It's nice of you to take this time for me.
I'm not a practicing Catholic or any religion.
The job of a priest is to serve humankind.
And, you know, fund-raising.
( chuckles )
So, uh...
so that's why I kept bugging you in the parking lot,
because of my son
and all these questions that came up for me.
I'm not really crazy.
I understand.
You look different in your clothes.
( laughs )
I'm sorry! ( chuckles )
No, I...
It's okay. Priests scare people.
You-You're worried that I'm seeing into your soul
or gossiping about you with God.
Oh, no, no.
Priests just make me feel like I'm going to hell.
Why is that?
( sighs )
I don't know. I'm just rambling.
I think I needed someone to talk to.
I've been doing this
perpetually optimistic, everything's-gonna-work-out...
thing, and it's not going so well.
I've been crying a lot more than I used to.
Are you familiar with
the five stages of grief?
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
spelled them out intelligently in her book On Death And Dying.
You might want to read that.
But my son didn't die.
And I know that
I should just stop complaining and be grateful.
Kevin didn't pass on, it's true, but...
all of you experienced a... a kind of death.
Of the life you imagined for him.
Yes.
The philosopher,
Kierkegaard, he said that the most painful state of being
is remembering the future.
Particularly one you can never have.
I should...
I-I, uh...
I only get half an hour for lunch.
It's okay.
Thank you.
JOAN: "Sublimation is the process
"of conversion from solid state to gaseous state
"while bypassing the liquid state."
Does this make any sense to you?
CO2 solid becomes CO2 gas.
What does that even mean?
I told you I don't know.
I just memorize things.
Rove, you plus cranky
becomes a real pain in the ass.
I've explained my situation, Jane.
( woman weeping )
Oh, God.
Excuse me.
Uh...are you okay?
Is there anything I can do to help?
My ex-husband suddenly met a...a woman
and moved to Mexico with her.
He stopped sending child support payments,
so I'm trying to raise my eight-year-old son
on the money I make as a waitress.
Oh, the guy I work with is such an ass.
Well, that's bad.
( wry chuckle )
It gets worse.
My baby-sitter quit and moved to Hawaii.
I'm trying...
( inhales sharply )
...to go to night school and become a legal assistant.
But if I don't find somebody pretty soon,
I'm just gonna have to quit. You know what?
I'm just gonna quit.
I'll be a waitress for the rest of my life.
So, you need help.
Were you listening or what, you know?
Because...
( sobs ): ...yeah.
You need a baby-sitter?
Yeah, I need a baby-sitter.
I need a cheap baby-sitter who's not a psycho.
I can do it.
And I'm not a psycho.
Rocky, my kid, he's really a great kid.
He mostly entertains himself.
You're really not a psycho?
No, no. I'm totally normal.
You can even ask my friend.
( chuckles )
Um, maybe you should just take my word for it.
The mayor's here.
I noticed the seas parting.
Mr. Mayor.
Mr. Chief.
This is Brad Crewson.
He's the PR wrangler for the department.
Yes, we've met.
CREWSON: Well, we all know
why we're here.
I want to come out of this strong, Will.
I do not want to take a defensive posture,
and most of all, I want it handled.
IAD Is talking to the boys.
They've suspended them for the time being,
and I'm making a statement to the press today.
Let's talk about that statement.
Here's your statement.
Let me guess.
We're distancing ourselves from our boys.
Come on, you know how it is.
We can't argue their case
with that videotape floating around.
It sounds like we're supporting police brutality.
We don't know
anything yet, and when we do,
we'll put the blame where it belongs.
They beat the crap out of an unarmed man.
They didn't know he was unarmed.
We don't know he wasn't on drugs.
We don't know anything yet.
Ray Hartzel is in the hospital
with a concussion and three broken ribs.
He nearly lost an eye.
Raymond Hartzel, who was driving without a license,
gave chase on a public street,
resisted arrest and threatened a police officer.
Allegedly.
So, our story is alleged and his is gospel?
I have my own statement.
Be reasonable, Will.
I've done this without script for a long time.
Not this job, you haven't.
Any pre-packaged nonsense is going to sound that way.
You can sing your statement for all I care,
but if this comes back on me, Will, let's just say
I hope you're not too comfortable in that chair.
These are my men.
This situation happened on my turf.
I will make the statement, and I will take the heat.
Fine.
And by the way,
have you filed charges against the victim?
The perpetrator?
Charges are still pending.
Detective Williams is handling it.
Keep me apprised.
Father Ken, um, it's Helen Girardi.
Could you give me a call sometime?
It's... it's not, um, urgent.
Whenever it's convenient.
I-I got that book, and I'm having trouble figuring out
what stage of grief I'm in.
Um, I think I'm somewhere between denial and bargaining,
and I think I skipped right over anger.
Hi, Mom. Oh, God.
Uh, no, not you.
Hey.
Talking to your boyfriend again?
That's not funny, Luke.
Well, I... I admit it wasn't my best material, but...
Weird.
Good job on the garden show.
Did you know that the hydrangea
can change color from bloom to bloom,
depending upon the acidity of the soil?
Is that a fact? It is,
because facts are my life.
I just a got a statement from the chief of police.
You want me to read it to you?
"We take police misconduct seriously,
"and we don't tolerate it on any level.
"If we are convinced our officers were out of line,
we will take swift and draconian measures."
Draconian-- so he's smarter than the last guy.
"I will keep the public informed on this matter
as it progresses. Thank you."
Go write the story.
Not much of a story.
Black guy gets holy hell beaten out of him,
white chief of police
says he backs his guys. That's not all he said.
Oh, come on, nothing's going to happen to these cops.
Dave, you should know that Kevin...
I'm just a fact checker.
I got no politics.
So, go write the story.
I've been a cop's kid my whole life.
You don't have to worry about me.
Besides, aren't you the one I'm going to remember
for not cutting me any breaks?
I don't think those were my words.
Well, if it's any consolation, my dad's a fair guy.
He's not a... a racist.
He'll do the right thing.
Did I imply something else?
No. I just...
It felt implied somewhere in there.
I've had this complexion my whole life.
You don't need to worry about me.
( baby crying )
( door hinge squeaking )
Hi.
( laughs softly )
Um, you must be Rocky.
I'm Joan.
How old are you? 16.
Do you smoke? No.
Exercise moderately?
( giggling ): I guess.
Your current life expectancy is approximately 85.
SYLVIA: Rocky,
don't creep Joan out.
Hi. Hi.
He likes facts.
Come on in. Okay.
My mom used to smoke,
so her life expectancy is seven years less than yours.
Okay, well, he's already had his dinner,
and he can have a snack at 7:00
when he's watching the Discovery Channel.
ROCKY: It's disaster week.
Tsunamis tonight.
Thousands dead.
SYLVIA: Rocky.
Okay, bedtime is 9:00.
I'll be back at 10:00 at the latest.
Um, cell phone-- cell phone number's on the fridge,
and I need to show you something.
He has some breathing issues.
Sometimes it can act up.
Now, he knows exactly
which inhalers to use, but if it gets bad,
I need you to call me.
Okay. And I have chemistry homework, too, so...
Oh, really? Rocky, she's got chemistry homework,
so don't talk her to death.
Don't worry.
Once the disasters start, he'll be glued to the set.
Ah.
Bye, sweetie.
I can list all the organic poisons in alphabetical order.
Kevin! Luke! Dinner!
No Joan?
No. She's, um... she's baby-sitting.
Her latest enterprise.
Do you think she's saving up for a tattoo, or something?
Nothing would surprise me.
Long day, huh?
I don't want to talk about it.
Tell me what you did.
Did you go out to lunch again?
I only get half an hour.
You know that.
Well, I called you at work yesterday.
They said you were off campus for lunch.
I just needed to get some air and a decent cup of coffee.
Kevin!
( phone ringing ) Luke!
Hello?
Your turn to set. My arms are tired.
WILL: Okay. Thanks.
How long will it be?
Save me a plate.
LUKE: Bye, Dad.
WOMAN ( over P.A. ): Dr. Klein, call Pharmacy, extension 230.
Dr. Klein, contact Pharmacy, extension...
HOYT: Kaczara was still conscious.
His wife found him
in plenty of time.
What was it?
Antidepressant.
Doc had given him some to get him through this.
It's impossible to know how this will affect us
in terms of negative fallout.
If you'll excuse me.
Officer Koczara.
Mrs. Koczara.
I'm sorry, Chief.
I'm not proud of myself.
Ah. The important thing is you're okay.
That's what I keep telling him.
Lucky you came home when you did.
I almost stopped off for a drink with the girls,
else I wouldn't have been there in time.
They're going to keep you overnight.
You're getting a psych consult.
I can't believe you have the nerve--
calling him nuts.
It is normal for him to be depressed
after what you did. Nancy.
His whole life, he's wanted to be a cop.
He lives and he breathes it.
You take that away from him,
this is what happens.
He wasn't fired.
He was suspended temporarily.
MR. KOCZARA: What she's saying is...
it's a stain against me.
It's a humiliation--
suggesting that I'm a bad cop.
Some freakin' skel talks trash at me,
and I respond with an acceptable amount of force,
I'm the one who gets in trouble?
How does that work?
NARRATOR: The Galveston tidal wave
was over 20 feet high, wiping out entire neighborhoods
as its fury was unleashed on the town
in what some claim...
Is this really good for you?
Death is a natural part of life.
Why does it scare you?
Maybe 'cause it looks like it might hurt.
You can't feel death.
How do you know?
I've researched it.
A chemical goes off in your brain that anaesthetizes you,
so the worst that happens is nothing,
and you just go away and cease to be.
See, now, that seems like it would suck-- ceasing to be.
Where's the fun in that?
It's only our consciousness that ceases to be.
Matter is neither created nor destroyed.
Just out of curiosity,
why are you so interested in death?
'Cause that's where we're all heading.
That's how the story ends.
Why worry about it now?
I have breathing issues.
It's a lung disorder.
You can die from that.
Rocky, you're just a little kid.
You're not dying, okay?
They can fix all kinds of things nowadays,
so just take it easy and stop obsessing.
( sighing )
NEWSCASTER: It seems excessive,
but it's difficult to make a judgment
until all the facts are in.
Aside from the chief of police's statement
to the press, no comment has been made at this point.
I'm late.
I am so late.
Did Luke leave already?
WILL: I think so.
Where's Mom?
She had some kind of early appointment.
Why can't they make homeroom at a reasonable time?
I mean, you're the chief of police.
Can't you take care of it?
It's on the top of my list--
investigate public school schedules.
NEWSCASTER: We've learned the identity
of the man in question--
29-year-old Raymond Hartzel. Whoa.
Dad, you're not in trouble over this, are you?
I'm the chief of police.
It's my job to be in trouble.
Good luck.
NEWSCASTER: Police say Hartzel was driving without a license,
gave chase on a public street, resisted arrest
and threatened a police officer.
Do... do you need any help?
Do you have any?
Well, apparently,
you're supposed to pay attention to behavior,
because people don't always ask for help.
Really?
Yeah.
And...
that's all I go. Bye, Dad.
Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.
It's okay.
Got your message about the book.
I-I look forward to discussing it.
( sighs ): I can't stay.
I-I just came to tell you
I don't think I can see you anymore.
Oh.
Um...
I'm, uh...
lying to my husband about seeing you,
which is wrong and kind of defeats the purpose
of talking to a priest.
Helen, I completely understand.
Not that there's anything to lie about.
I mean, I know a lot of people get crushes on priests,
but I love my husband.
Helen, I think what you're touching on here
is that you should be talking to your husband,
and you miss being able to do that.
But you don't understand what kind of job he has,
and it's especially bad right now.
I just can't make it worse for him.
I've married a lot of people,
and I remember the words.
You're depriving him of the privilege
of living up to them.
Well... when you put it like that...
I'll think about it.
Do you have a take on this?
Well, I'm working it out right beside you.
And Koczara?
Not my favorite.
The odd offensive remark now and then,
when he's been drinking.
Across the board, though,
he doesn't single out any particular brand.
And yet, you can't really look at me when you say that.
I could benefit from your candor, Detective.
And don't worry about the blue wall.
Everything stays right here.
The guy's a racist.
In my opinion, he was looking for an excuse.
Raymond Hartzel's been released and lawyered up.
I'm going to interview him, but due to the sensitive nature
of the situation, I think you should be there.
I think so, too.
Set it up.
Two general categories of energy?
Uh... Luke.
Kinetic and potential.
With the sexier of the two being...?
Potential, for its chemical bonds
being the forces that hold atoms together.
And we have to remember that this potential energy is part...
This kid is totally obsessed with death.
Isn't that strange?
No stranger than being obsessed with this stuff, like atom boy.
I heard that.
I mean, he's got asthma or something,
but it's not like he's going to die from it.
Then maybe he knows someone who's dead.
You can't know dead people.
Forget I attempted to contribute.
Seriously, what is wrong with you?
He doesn't like November.
Hey!
Hi, Joan.
How do you like baby-sitting?
It's okay.
He's kind of freaky, you know.
He has a lot on his mind.
Like his asthma?
It's not asthma.
He tried to tell you what it is,
but you ignored him.
I understand why.
You don't want to look at anyone's pain.
The trouble is, when you try to avoid it,
you stop helping.
People end up alone.
You care about everybody so much.
Why can't you help them?
Hey, I'll do my job, and you do yours.
Mine is confusing.
I thought I was supposed to help the mother,
a-and now I'm supposed to help Rocky.
Where does it end?
It doesn't.
Help kind of moves around, like light.
Even a little bit is good.
Well... if I help two people,
do I at least get extra points?
It's not a point system, Joan.
You don't get coupons.
( sighs )
What kind of system is it?
A perfect one.
Trust me.
♪ Everyone wants so much from you ♪
I'm listening.
I'm finished.
Hey...
♪ 'Cause I care from a distance ♪
♪ There's nothing much that I can do ♪
♪ For you ♪
♪ For you. ♪
LAWYER: Raymond's under strict physician's orders.
Due to his recent head injuries,
he can't participate in an interview
longer than 30 minutes.
Understood.
It's also to be understood
that these doctors have determined
that Raymond has traumatic amnesia.
He can only remember the events up to a point.
Anything Mr. Hartzel can tell us would be helpful.
Ready?
Mr. Hartzel,
I'm Detective Toni Williams
with the Arcadia Police.
I like the police.
I'm going to ask you a few questions.
I like the uniforms.
According to their statement,
around 5:15 p.m. on Monday,
they clocked you going 15 miles over the speed limit,
hit their lights, giving you a full ten minutes to respond.
Now... It was my sister's car.
She lets me borrow it sometimes...
even though I shouldn't.
I went to the store to get things for dinner.
She needed... unsalted butter and green onions.
"Make sure the butter is unsalted."
Are you sure
you're the police?
You're pretty.
Is this secondary to the head injury?
No. My client's always had an IQ just shy of 70,
which helps explain his resistance
to your officer's orders.
That policeman was yelling at me, but I had to get home...
because of the unsalted butter.
So we're clear on the situation?
( sighs ): Your mom's going to be home soon.
You'd better start to get sleepy.
It's all right. She won't yell at me.
She's too guilty about going to night school.
What are you reading?
Modern Vampires.
Are the modern ones any different?
I mean, do they improve substantially?
No. Same rules.
No garlic, no daylight, in the coffin by sunrise.
( sighs )
Seriously, Rocky, um...
do you know why you're so interested in this stuff?
Is there something... bothering you?
I mean, something you'd like to tell me,
maybe something that you tried to tell me before...
but I wasn't listening to you, so...
Something is bothering me.
Go ahead.
The Spanish flu epidemic of 1918?
It killed more than twice the amount of people who died
in World War I,
so why is it still an obscure point in history?
SYLVIA: I'm home. Joan?
He was up, wasn't he?
Yeah, he was.
Uh, I'm a... I'm a bad disciplinarian.
It's okay, 'cause I'm in a good mood.
I passed my latest exam-- whoo-- and I just found out
that my baby-sitter is coming back to town.
Apparently, Hawaii was too humid for her hair.
Oh. Okay.
Yeah, so tomorrow will be
your last day with Rocky.
Oh.
You went and got attached to him, didn't you?
He has that way with people.
Yeah, I did.
Um...
I'm kind of, uh, worried about him.
Why?
He seems to think that he's dying.
He is dying.
You-you mean, like...
"dying" dying?
There's another kind?
His breathing disorder--
it's cystic fibrosis.
There's no cure.
He is going through a good spell right now.
They call it a grace period.
But he could grow up and stuff?
SYLVIA: It's an unpredictable disease.
He has an aggressive form.
He's had a lot of episodes.
There's scar tissue in his lungs.
It's... pretty unlikely he'll survive another infection.
You don't have to come tomorrow.
This stuff freaks people out.
No, no, um...
I want to come back.
I'm just...
( sighs )
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
( door opening )
Mom? I heard you come in.
I wanted to say good night.
Yeah, like I'm buying that.
Come here. I'll tuck you in.
Say, "Good night, Joan."
Good night, Joan.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Arcadia Police Department
has determined there may have been
serious police misconduct in the case of Raymond Hartzel.
I don't like saying that.
I'm a police officer.
I was on the line for many years.
I wanted my guys to be cleared
of any wrongdoing.
As police officers, we always have the option
for physical force,
but it should be considered a last resort.
First, we should exhaust our other options.
We should listen and pay attention to detail.
In this case, we failed.
We will be bringing charges
against Officers Koczara and Eicher.
On behalf of the entire department,
I would like to apologize to Mr. Hartzel and his family
and to the public we are obligated to serve.
Thank you.
Okay, we'll see if it happens.
He just said they're indicting the guys.
Yeah, so a white jury can exonerate 'em.
That's not up to the chief of police.
Since when do you defend the cops?
I'm just saying that maybe he's trying
to do things differently.
I mean, that's why they brought him here.
Maybe he's... Maybe you're
just hot for his son.
Now, that's a man--
picking on the guy in the wheelchair.
I didn't tell him about your father.
He's a reporter, Kevin. He finds things out.
Okay, but what about that last part?
( laughs )
That was just... him editorializing.
I had to ask, because, you know, I'm the fact checker.
Well...
when you said a fun place,
I was thinking more like laser tag.
Oh.
Well, I come here all the time.
It's informational.
Like that, for example.
"Lucy Ellen Thompson.
April 6, 1929, through April 4, 1930."
Not quite a year old.
Also, notice how often people die
around their birthdays.
Rocky...
( sighs )
I understand now.
Understand what?
Well, your condition, what's happening to you.
It's happening to you, too.
It's just happening to me sooner.
You're leaving now, right?
Rocky, I'll still come visit you.
I just... I don't like hanging out in graveyards.
Well, why?
Death kind of scares me.
Death doesn't hurt.
You just go away.
It doesn't matter that you don't get to see
your mom and stuff anymore, because you don't know that.
Would it make you feel better to know
that there's somebody out there watching for us
and caring for us and that that person,
or thing or whatever,
will still be caring about us
after we leave?
I don't believe in God.
What if I promised?
I mean, crossed-my- heart promised.
I've seen him.
You've had a near-death experience?
No.
I-I-I've just...
I've seen him.
Sometimes.
It's not always a him.
( sighs )
It's complicated.
But the point is,
God is there, and if he's there,
then there's a plan,
and if there's a plan, then...
everything is going to be okay, I think.
Yeah. That'd be cool.
Come on. Lets go.
There it is again.
"Elizabeth Rove.
"Beloved wife of Carl. Mother of Adam.
"November 8, 1952,
to November 11, 2000."
♪ Don't know why I'm right ♪
♪ Been scared all my life ♪
Do you think people hang around
for their birthdays on purpose?
♪ Don't you, don't you come here tonight ♪
♪ There's nothing left to do. ♪
Jane.
Hi.
Did I know you were coming by?
No, it's a surprise.
Okay.
I haven't been a very good friend to you.
Okay.
No, it's, uh, it's not okay.
I mean, you're cranky for a reason.
People should pay attention to things like that.
I should have asked you if you wanted to talk
or something.
I don't need to talk, but thanks.
( tool clanging )
I know why you hate November.
Who told you?
I was at the graveyard.
It's a long story.
I always, um...
made her something for her birthday.
She liked it.
She said, uh...
"Don't buy me something.
That doesn't tell me anything."
She said,
"This is like having a piece of you to take with me."
She said stuff like that.
You miss her.
Doing this helps.
You know, it's like
she's watching me,
and I know that sounds stupid, but...
You talk to angels.
( sniffles )
I'm glad you came by.
Me, too.
( sniffles )
Hey.
Welcome to the longest week in my life.
Didn't fly by for me, either.
( sighs )
I was proud of you today.
What you reading?
Why?
Because...
for me, sometimes, it's like...
Kevin died,
and I need to deal with that.
Helen...
I know.
I'm the one...
who's always preaching...
gratitude and moving on,
and I was clinging to that so hard,
and then it... it stopped working for me.
I felt alone,
and... I, um...
I talked to a priest.
I didn't want to bother you.
That was the deal we made a long time ago.
You get to bother me.
You don't have to do anything alone.
I'm sorry I lied to you about the priest.
That's... who I met on my lunch break.
You come to me... not some stranger.
Promise me.
( whispering ): Our beautiful boy, Will.
Our perfect, beautiful boy.
( crying )
Remember me?
Why all the familiar looks?
Doing Your greatest hits?
Starting to get a little pleased with yourself?
You see me the way you want to see me, Joan.
Like right now,
you're mad at me.
Maybe you feel safer to be mad at me when I look like this.
You have a lot to answer for, buddy.
Nobody asked to be born.
So, we all get to die, and then everybody we love dies.
Yeah.
And that's-that's good for you?
Joan, there's nothing I could say about that
that would make sense to you.
A lot of what happens here really sucks.
So much for your... perfect system.
Can you see me being really mad at you right now?
Yes.
Why does it have to be so hard?
What, specifically?
Being alive. Let's start there.
You wish you weren't alive?
No, I... I don't know.
I wish it didn't... hurt so much.
It hurts because you feel it, Joan,
because you're alive.
You love people.
That generates a lot of power,
a lot of energy.
Same kind of energy that binds atoms together.
We've all seen what happens when you try to pry them apart.
So if I don't get attached to people,
then it won't hurt so much?
No. It's in your nature
to get attached to people.
I put that in the recipe.
It's when you guys try to ignore that,
when you try to go it alone--
that's when it gets ugly.
It's hell.
It's hell, like "the hell"?
Oh, look. Your house.
Go on, Joan.
People are waiting for you.
♪ Some have flown away ♪
♪ And can't be with us here today ♪
♪ Like the hills of my home ♪
♪ Some have crumbled ♪
♪ And now are gone ♪
♪ Gather around, for today won't come again ♪
♪ Won't come again ♪
♪ I am blessed, I am blessed ♪
♪ I am blessed to be a witness. ♪