Sonny Tells Stone He's His Brother

November 1995. Sonny has been staying vigil at Stone’s bedside all night. Stone has little time left and Sonny wants to tell him something important.

Stone: (He is sleeping. He stirs awake and calls out Sonny’s name). Sonny?

Sonny: (Sitting in a chair). Yeah?

Stone: I must have dosed again. How long have you been here?

Sonny: (Wearily) I’ve never left.

Stone: Seems between you and Robin, you don’t think I can do this by myself.

Sonny: You can’t. We can’t. Do you want to?

Stone: No. But, do we have to get this somber about it? Because I’m planning on laughing my way out.

Sonny: Fine. Fine. (Stands up from his chair and walks over to the bed. He sits down). I’ve got something to say (quietly).

Stone: I can hear you anyway, man.

Sonny: (Raspy, broken voice) I know. But, I have to do this for me, okay? You’re always saying don’t let the moment go by . . . well, if I don’t do this now, it won’t happen.

Stone: Go on.

Sonny: I needed to tell you that if I could change places (stops, takes a deep sigh, looks away. Stone reaches out and puts his hand on Sonny’s shoulder.) Oh boy. If . . . if I could do anything . . . anything to change what happened . . . anything in the world, I would. The fact that I can’t stop this . . . that I can’t buy it off . . . I can’t bully it into being my way . . . it’s killing me.

Stone: I know.

Sonny: I’ve been thinking . . . I’ve been thinking about this and I (rests head on hand, closes eyes, tries to gain his composure) if I could change places with you I would. Although God knows I wouldn’t have the guts.

Stone: (Tearfully, touched) I think you probably would do that.

Sonny: Something else I have to say. You know, I always told you I wanted a brother. (whispers, emotion laced in his voice. He’s having a lot of difficulty talking) Um . . well . . . (rests head on hand, lets out a sob) You’re my brother. (He looks at Stone and puts his hand on him, then whispers) I got a brother . . . I got a brother . . . You always will be.

Stone: (Tearfully, trying to comfort Sonny) Yes I am . . . the same for me . . . the same for me. (He is holding Sonny’s hand) Hey, listen to me. There’s one thing you can do for me. (Laughs) I’m still asking you favors.

Sonny: Anything.

Stone: You make sure for me that Robin is going to be okay. You take care of her.

Sonny: (Closes his eyes at the request. Nods his head and whispers). She’ll be alright. She’s in good hands already, right?

Robin: (Walks in the room with Mac.) Hi.

Stone: (Looks at Sonny tearfully) You’re right.

Robin sits with Stone and he dies in his sleep. Later, Sonny sits with him for a while and lays his head down on Stone’s chest. At the wake, Sonny reads his mother’s favorite prayer.

Prayer of St. Francis Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace!
That where there is hatred, I may bring love.
That where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness.
That where there is discord, I may bring harmony.
That where there is error, I may bring truth.
That where there is doubt, I may bring faith.
That where there is despair, I may bring hope.
That where there are shadows, I may bring light.
That where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort, than to be comforted.
To understand, than to be understood.
To love, than to be loved.
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life.