The Greatest

you okay?

all right, I have a secret to tell you.

You're in the middle of the road.

I know. Do you wanna hear it?

Do you wanna move your car first?

No, not really.

Okay.

I just wanna tell you one more thing.

All right.

What?

That's not gonna be good.

Okay, tell me.

I've been in love with you...

Hey, hey, hey.

Shh.

John Muir said,

"Let children walk with nature."

Let them see the beautiful blendings and communions

of death and life,

their joyous, inseparable unity,

and they will learn that death is stingless indeed

"and as beautiful as life."

That is my hope for Bennett,

that this amazing young man,

who was taken from us so suddenly,

who was so well-loved,

who was surrounded by everything that was beautiful to him.

It is in this spirit that we return Bennett

to that form from which god miraculously created all life.

Come on. Open the door, Ryan.

Hold on.

Come on.

Just let me... Ryan.

Just let me... Hey.

Come on, buddy. Let me in.

Jesus Christ, Ryan.

Open up some of these windows, would ya?

I don't care what you say.

Next time you're gonna let Gloria up here.

Sorry.

Smells like something died and went to heaven.

I didn't know she was here.

Well, she's not.

But she's coming back very soon.

Where have you been?

I've been here.

What, in the house?

Yeah.

Well, then just check in from time to time, would you?

Your mothers worried.

Okay.

What I wanna know... What I need to know is, um,

what were the 17 minutes like for my son?

I don't know what to tell you, Mrs. Brewer. I wasn't there.

You've spoken with every doctor, every nurse, every paramedic,

every fireman that was on call that night.

I don't know what other information I can give you.

What about Jordan Walker?

Mr. Walker is still in a coma.

I know, but I have a surveillance tape,

and in that tape it looks as if they spoke,

that they might have had a conversation.

Would he have been capable of having a conversation with my son?

That depends on how slow the bleeding in his brain was.

Uh, I mean, it's possible

that he could have stayed conscious long enough

To carry on a conversation.

Then he would have been the last person

to speak to my son before he died.

Yes.

Uh, I have an appointment at 9:00. I'm sorry.

When do you think he'll wake up?

Uh, as I've said numerous times before, Mrs. Brewer,

I have given you all the answers that I know.

But he could wake up. I mean, what would be the signs?

I'm sorry.

P.A. Dr. Leonard, 2291.

Allen?

Allen?

Hi. Hi. How are you?

I'm sorry. I had a head full of numbers.

Oh, you're sweating. Here.

Uh...

Yeah.

Yeah, thank you. You're right.

I'll turn up the A.C.

Is this, uh... Is this roster correct?

'Cause I don't have Linda down here for the summer.

How are you?

All right.

You look like you've forgotten to sleep.

I'm all right. I'm fine.

Thanks for the flowers. They're not necessary.

I wanted to call so many times.

I didn't know what to do in this situation.

I just want to be strong for Grace, that's all.

- That's all I'm doing. - Of course.

So, we got, um...

We got 30 students here.

Ready and praying to graduate.

Well, let's see what I can do, huh?

If you want anything, anything at all,

just let me know.

I will.

Ah! I read about an interesting idea today.

I even made a purchase.

There seems to be a lot of research on the Web about grief,

and, uh, I stumbled across a couple of interesting suggestions.

Oh, Allen, no, don't.

They suggested we use a bell.

We can ring this when we're missing Bennett

or when we think about him.

You can put it anywhere in the house you like.

Can I see the bell?

Hello.

Hello.

Rose, right? Yeah.

Come on in.

Just through here.

Would you like some tea, soda, water?

No, I'm fine. Thank you. I'm sorry for just stopping by.

No, no, not at all. I'm glad you did.

I've wanted to talk to you since the service.

Uh, yeah, I know.

I wish I could've given your wife more answers.

I know how much she wanted them.

She certainly does want her answers. She's very focused on the matter.

But, well, it's only a matter of time.

How are you feeling?

Oh...

Water. Could I have some water?

Yes, of course.

Please, just sit down, make yourself comfortable.

I've been trying to figure out how you knew Bennett.

Are you part of Youth in Government?

Uh, no.

Ah, you must be an intern, then, at the paper.

No.

No? Um, community service?

Just tell me if I'm hot or cold.

Cold.

Well, not east Ivy.

I don't think he held on to many of his friends from his junior high.

No, I'm the one he got pregnant.

Excuse me?

I'm pregnant.

I'm sorry. I'm... I don't understand.

I'm three months pregnant.

Is it Bennett's?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Are you going to keep it?

She told me they only spent one night together.

I just can't believe she has nowhere else to go.

There must be somewhere she can stay

until the paternity test.

Paternity test? I'm not putting that poor girl through that.

- Why are you defending her? - I'm not defending her.

I just don't see why she would make something like this up.

- Because she's 18 and broke. - Well.

I can't deal with this. I just can't deal with this.

Grace, Grace, Grace. Come here. Come here.

- We don't even know this girl. - I know.

But she seems like a nice girl.

If it turns out to be his, I'm not gonna be happy about it.

I mean, I don't want everybody thinking that we're blessed.

You don't think we're blessed, do you?

No, I don't.

She's probably the one that dyed his hair blue, too.

He never would have done that.

Finish making the bed. I'm gonna go down and gather...

Wait, wait, wait. Why does she have to come to our house?

We're grieving.

That's not gonna be good for the baby.

This must be her only choice.

Are you really pregnant?

Yeah.

That figures.

The one bad thing my brother does,

and he's not even here to get in trouble for it.

I'm Rose.

I know, yeah. I know who you are.

My brother kept your yearbook photo on his bedside table.

- He did? - Yeah, and I wouldn't touch it,

because he probably jerked off to it every night.

So you're his little brother.

Yeah, the fuck-up.

He didn't tell you that? He didn't tell you I was a fuck-up?

No, he never said you were fucked up.

He was just being polite then.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

Do I not look like I'm okay?