“I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinkin' that I hate him. So, you're right. What I'm doin' right now—it is too little. It's too late. [pause] I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. [He is on the verge of tears.] And I'm not all right. Not at all. [pause] But neither are you. That much I know. I'll let you get back to work. [He leaves.]”