Lullaby Page #3

Follow those points out...

Hey. Hey. Uh...

I thought you'd be halfway

to Kennedy by now.

What, and miss the party?

- Hey, Jonathan.

- Well,

well, I'm really glad you're here.

He could be a witness.

Yeah, that'll be fine.

Jonathan, I need you

to witness your father

making his last

wishes and statement.

And keep in mind that...

you may be called

to testify in court

that he was of sound mind

when he made the statement.

Well, I don't know.

Dad, are you of sound mind?

Yeah, you know I am.

Who started game seven for

the Yanks, 2003 ALCS?

Clemens.

What happened bottom of the eighth?

Grady.

Grady listened to Pedro

and left him in too long.

He juiced the bases,

and Posada doubled to tie it up.

Who came on to relieve?

- Wakefield.

- Yeah.

Then what happened?

Aaron f***ing Boone

is what happened.

Aaron f***ing Boone.

And we never made it, 'cause...

Your sister tripped going

through the turnstile

and split her chin.

I'll never forgive her for that.

Me either.

There you have it, Doc.

Can we say tomorrow, 8 A.M.?

I need you to say it.

Oh.

I w... want to be unhooked

from these machines

at 8 A.M. tomorrow.

This is my wish,

and I am of sound mind.

Ryan Hu is only 12,

and she's already played

with the Philharmonic.

You're 14.

Well, Ryan Hu looks

like a shih tzu.

Kids, can you come down

here for a minute?

What happened?

Your daddy has something

he needs to tell you.

Are you guys getting a divorce?

No.

No, honey, never, no. No.

Your father is very sick.

With what?

I have cancer.

It's not a big deal, though.

You're not gonna die, right?

Are you gonna die?

I don't know.

But I... promise you, sweetheart,

I will do everything I can not to.

The doctor gave me six months.

Shh. Okay.

John.

John, do you have any questions?

Do I still have to play violin?

Well, that's something

you're gonna have to

decide for yourself.

Okay.

Jonathan...

you all right?

Jonathan, are you all right?

Yeah.

Talk to me, son.

This is it.

It's not fair.

What?

I don't know how to do this.

We just talk.

What do you want me to say?

I'm not ready.

This wasn't how it

was supposed to end.

How was it supposed to end?

I don't know. I'd...

I'd have it all figured

out, you know.

I'd have my sh*t together.

I'd be able to come back

here and just maybe...

Forgive me?

Forgive you for what?

Well...

I don't know.

Whatever it is that you've

been mad at me for.

Getting sick? Dying?

Hey...

how's the music?

I'm not really doing the

music thing anymore.

Oh.

Why? What are you doing?

How are you living?

I sort of wanted to

talk to you about that.

I mean, right now, it's

not the right time,

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