rebecca: hello, this is rebecca casey. oh, rebecca, how are you? rebecca: pretty well.g? he passed away. i'm very sorry to hear that. rebecca: thank you. uh, the reason i'm calling is that i would like to get together and talk about my courses. is there any chance we could meet today or tomorrow? i'm planning to be in my office late today. why don't you come by, say, around 5:00. i'll be there. thomas: see you then. nancy: here's your tea. oh, thanks. did you reach the college? um-hmm, i'm going to meet my advisor today at 5:00. i'll see what he says. i've missed so many classes. well, don't worry about that right now. things have a way of working out. you're right. did you hear anything from emma washington? no, i called her as you asked me to. she was very sorry to hear about your father. i should probably give her a call, too see if i still have a job. ahh, your father looks so happy here. you know, nancy i found out what the problem was between my dad and uncle brendan-- why they didn't talk for so many years. oh? uncle brendan told me about my mom, that they were b

it's rebecca casey. hello, uncle brendan. it's rebecca.d i have some bad news about my father. he's in the hospital? what do the doctors say? i see... yeah, i'll take the next flight out. oh, and rebecca... thank you for calling. goodbye. anne: was that patrick's daughter? yeah, she called about patrick. he's in the hospital. he just had a heart attack. oh, honey, i'm sorry to hear that. it doesn't look good. i'm going to take the next flight to boston. yeah, i'll pack your bag. ( labored breathing ) ( weakly ): kevin... kevin... take care of kevin. i will. call... my brother. call brendan. i already did. i called uncle brendan. he's flying out, he'll be here soon. can you do something about the pain? i can increase the medication a bit. mr. casey, this'll make you feel a little more comfortable. mr. casey, i'm father o'connor. ( groaning ) mr. casey, i'm going to administer the sacrament of the sick. rebecca. sandy. hi. kevin called and told me. how are you doing? terrible. i flew in this morning. this is my worst nightmare. how is he? he

rebecca: kevin, where do you think you're going? kevin casey! stop this minute! do you hear me?ll take care of this, o.k.? i'm going to go get him. ( fence rattling ) kevin! you can't run away from this. come on. kevin, where do you think you're going? kevin, stop acting like a child! ( sniffles ) ( gently ): kev. i know it hurts. dad's death. mom's death. everything. why? why is everyone always bugging me? why can't they just leave me alone? why did dad have to die? when i was driving to california by myself... i felt pretty bad, pretty alone, like you do right now. and i wrote this song. can i sing it to you? do i have a choice? hmm... no. ( in twangy voice ): ♪ things are bad, ♪ you're feeling sad, ♪ they're not as bad as you think. ♪ ♪ oh, lord, life stinks. ♪ oh, lord, life stinks. ♪ ♪ say it with me, bro, life stinks. ♪ now, that is going to be a hit. what do you think? that is the stupidest song i've ever heard. ( laughing ) it could use some work. a little. so, what are we going to do? i don't know. maybe... we could talk about it at least. thanks, but i think i've done