A teenage boy longs to win the attention of his emotionally distant father.A teenage boy longs to win the attention of his emotionally distant father.A teenage boy longs to win the attention of his emotionally distant father.
A teenage boy longs to win the attention of his emotionally distant father.A teenage boy longs to win the attention of his emotionally distant father.A teenage boy longs to win the attention of his emotionally distant father.
Desmond McKay: [Glances at the crucifix on the wall] What are you lookin' at?
[sitting on side of hospital bed]
Desmond McKay: Don't look too bad up there. Oh, no, looks peaceful... nice and quiet.
Desmond McKay: No disappointed wife, no kids driving you up the wall... ah, people admire you. How bout we switch? I'll go up on the cross, and you come down here and live in South Boston.