I was born in 1951
At the old Saint Vincent's Hospital.
I know three things about my real mother.
She was Irish-American.
She had red hair.
And she was a school teacher.
Oh, yeah.
And she didn't want me..
Even though I don't remember it.
But  ,uh
I remember
that feeling
of being very proud
You know, of wanting to uh
be an artist , like my dad
And that was a good way to feel.
I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm, uh...
I've just been angry at him
for so much of my adult life.
I guess I was trying to outrun him...
but I didn't
I'm still his son.
and I..
I've given away his life's work.
I'm sorry
And if..
If dad doesn't make it,
he and I aren't okay.
We never got to be okay.
And... and I'm sure that you are truthful
in saying that you are a different person.
But you killed a man..
You shot !
A man
Point blank
in the head
in his eyes
And you tried to get away with it.
And then  you would have
if your own mother hadn't seen
the blood on your pants and called the police.
And so I do believe that you should remain
in prison for that...
for the rest of your life.
I, um...
I understand how you feel.
and
there are many days...
That I've wondered if you're right.
That
maybe
this ..
That this is where I belong.
