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[music playing]

- And-- got it.

That's great, doc.

Yes it is, Mr. Sampson.

[LIGHT MELODIC PIANO MUSIC

PLAYS]

[thwack]

[door clicks open then shut]

[keys clink on table]

[liquid pouring]

[knocks]

Hey.

Hey.

Mrs. Donner's ready for you.

OK.

Also, Margo asked

me to tell you

that someone named Exavier

Cruz called while you

were with Mrs. Tarika.

He said he'd stop

by around 4:00,

but that he'd wait till

you were available.

He's coming here.

Your teeth look

great, Mrs. Donner.

Thank you, dear.

He's such a nice boy.

Yes, he is, ma'am.

Can I set you up

with my grandson?

He's a nice boy

too, very handsome.

Can you take it from here?

Take care, Mrs. Donner.

You too, dear.

I'm surprised to

see you here, Exavier.

I found her.

Elise?

Not Elise.

Holy shit.

JAIME: Hey, everything OK?

Yeah.

Well, then who was that guy?

I'm sorry, Jaime.

I can't talk about it right now.

I got to go out.

Can you cover

whoever we have left?

Yeah, of course.

Are you sure you're OK?

Yeah.

I'll call you later.

[exhales deeply then sniffs]

[sighs]

Hmm.

[sets glass down]

Ach.

Dillinger.

Huh.

[chuckles slightly]

[door creaks open]

Just so we're clear, this

isn't what I had in mind

when you said you'd

call me later.

I know.

I'm just glad you were up.

It's 1:00 AM, Dylan.

I wasn't up.

Is everything OK?

Well, I have a daughter.

I'm sorry?

20 years ago, I hired an

investigator, Exavier Cruz.

I told him there

might be a child, um--

I didn't really know.

So when are you

going to go meet her?

Oh, I don't know.

Why not?

I haven't been

around for 25 years.

And I'm just going to

show up out of nowhere?

You didn't know she existed.

She doesn't know that.

You're an idiot.

[chuckles]

You have the chance to

meet the daughter you've

been looking for for 25 years.

JAIME: You're OK?

I'm going to need you to

cover the office this weekend.

[street noise]

[soft piano music]

[recorded music in background]

Hey, mama.

Two coffees, please.

How are you doing, sweetheart?

Who's sweetheart?

Get that away from me, OK?

You think that

stuff works on me?

Because it doesn't.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Yeah, go on, funky

breath hipster jackass.

Have a good day.

- Hi, there.

- Uh--

Can I help you?

- Oh, um-- no, I'm just looking.

- OK.

Let me know if you need help.

I'll-- I'll do that.

(QUIETLY) You can't just

keep apologizing [inaudible]..

-

[speaking softly and inaudibly]

[kiss]

[crash]

[sighs]

Is everything OK?

I've got it.

See ya later.

- I'm sorry about that.

- It's cool.

No, I didn't talk to her.

But I did find out she drinks

coffee, hates hipsters,

can take care of herself--

and she's a lesbian.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE): Really?

That's cool.

I hate hipsters too.

[chuckles] I just wasn't

prepared for any of this stuff.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE):

Look, you're playing

catch up in the dad department.

You just need to go talk to her.

Yeah.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE):

I'm here if you need me.

Good night, Jaime.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE): Night.

[birds chirping]

[soft piano music]

LUCY: Hi.

WOMAN IN MEDICAL OFFICE:

White man is the doctor.

[inaudible]

LUCY: Ok, he'll be out in a bit.

[sobbing and sniffling]

- Excuse me?

- All right.

Excuse me, ma'am?

The young lady who just

left here, Lucy Dillinger--

what's wrong with her?

I can't give out

that information.

It's very important

that I know.

Oh, well then, why don't

I open my entire patient

roster to you?

Look, I'm a dentist.

I understand patient

confidentiality.

But this is important.

I'm sorry.

Did you just associate

dentistry and doctor

patient confidentiality?

[scoffs] Child, please.

And the fact that

you're a dentist

makes me even less

likely to help you.

How about the fact

that I'm her father?

[sighs] Hmm.

Miss Dillinger lists

her father as deceased.

[typing softly]

[phone chimes]

Hey.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE): Hey, so?

So I'm going to

leave her alone.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE):

I don't get it.

She thinks I'm dead, Jaim.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE):

How do you know that?

It's a long story.

But I do.

And I just-- think

she'd be better off.

JAIME (ON VIDEOPHONE): Dylan,

no one's better off thinking

one of their parents is dead.

[sighs]

Morning, sir.

Can I help you?

Hi, I'm checking out.

Room 913.

MAN (ON PA): Ladies

and gentlemen,

we're going to begin boarding

flight 583 to Orlando, Florida,

in about two minutes.

We thank you for flying

with Sunset Airways,

and we look forward

to serving you.

[talking indistinctly]

[children laughing]

HOTEL RECEPTIONIST: I'm sorry.

Didn't you just--

A change of plans.

Hey, Lucy.

I'm your father.

No, I can't just blurt

it out like that.

How are you, Darth Vader?

Or I could just ease into it.

You know, just keep

it casual, relaxed.

Hey, do you mind if I sit here?

Oh, great, thanks.

My name is Dylan.

I think we might actually

know each other in a way.

That's better.

No, it's not.

Hi.

I know this might

come as a shock.

And for that, I'm sorry.

But I really don't know

any other way to say it.

So I'm just going to

come right out with it.

My name is Dylan Derringer.

And I'm your father.

OK, that's not so terrible.

[heavy exhale]

[CANNED MUSIC PLAYS IN

BACKGROUND]

Hi.

This might come as

a shock to you--

Fuck off, perv.

Didn't I even see you over

there checking me out?

Get the hell away from me.

- Hey.

- No.

- But wait!

I'm your father,

Dylan Derringer.

Dylan Derringer, Dillinger.

[breathes heavily] And my

name is Dylan Derringer.

Your last name is Dillinger.

Dylan Derringer.

Dillinger.

I'm your father.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Lucy, wait.

I'm sorry!

- Stay away from me!

I'm sorry!

Please stop!

[breathing heavily]

I recognize you from the photo.

Really?

The one my mom gave me.

I figured she wouldn't

mention me much.

She didn't.

Said you died in a car accident.

Oh, come on.

[half laughs]

It's not funny.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just the kind of

thing she would make up.

How is your mom?

Is she--

ODed when I was 15.

Oh, I'm sorry.

She was always strung out

and apparently lying to me.

Uh, do you want

to sit for a minute?

I guess so.

But I got to go to work soon.

And I--

[sighs deeply]

So what happened

after your mom died?

Who did you live with?

I went into foster

care till I was 18.

Oh.

Honestly, it wasn't that

bad, except that they spit you

out if you don't get adopted.

And you didn't?

No, I didn't.

But I didn't want to.

So I misbehaved.

How come?

I guess I just wanted to

be on my own for a while.

I've been looking

for you for 25 years.

[sighs] I pretty

much had given up.

- [coughing]

- You OK?

Yeah.

Fine.

Is that cough the reason

you went to the medicals?

How did you know about that?

How did you know about that?

- I followed you yesterday.

- Wait.

You followed me?

- Yes.

I-- I--

- For how long?

How long?

Two days.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You followed me for two days?

- Yes, but I was--

You know what?

That is gross, man.

I gotta go to work.

Lucy!

Listen, I'm sorry I upset you.

Can I see you before

I leave tomorrow?

You're leaving tomorrow?

Yeah, I have something at work

on Monday that I can't miss.

Where do you work?

I mean, where do you even live?

Uh, I'm a dentist.

And I live in Florida.

I really would like to

see you before I go.

How about I give you my number?

That way you can call

me if you want to meet.

Go.

- 407-321-8464.

- All right.

[phone buzzes]

- Hi.

- Hi.

So you followed me yesterday.

And the day before.

[scoffs] Right.

Why?

Honestly, it just seemed

preferable to showing up

at your door and dumping

this huge news on you.

So you basically ended

up doing that anyway.

I guess it was

sort of unavoidable.

I think I was trying to

wrap my head around things

before I decided what to do.

So you were considering

not even contacting me?

I thought you

would be better off.

Really?

I mean, what, you'd come

all the way here just to go

home without even meeting me?

Actually, I was at the

airport ready to leave.

Well, why didn't you?

I saw this mother

reading Goodnight

Moon to her daughters.

And I just couldn't.

WAIT STAFF: Here we go.

You guys need anything else?

Uh, no, thanks.

We're good.

What else did you see, besides

me being at the hospital?

Well, the first day, I saw you

yell at that kid in the cafe.

Um-hmm.

I also saw you with the

girl in the bookstore.

You were there too?

Yeah.

I was the guy who knocked over

the books as you were leaving.

Wow, this is-- this

is so weird, man.

Like--

- I know.

I know.

- [sighs]

I know.

Is she your girlfriend?

Yeah.

Alex is my girlfriend.

Why, does that bother you?

No, not at all.

How long have you been together?

About eight months.

When things are

going well with Alex--

Yeah, it's OK.

Just OK?

Dude, what-- is this?

What's with the

inquisition, huh?

I'm asking because

it seemed like you

had a fight when I was there.

So?

So.

We had a fight.

Who the fuck cares?

Sometimes I don't make

things easy on her, OK?

- How so?

- No, no, no.

We're not doing this.

I'm not talking

about this with you.

All right.

How do you like

living in Brooklyn?

Fu-- you ask a

lot of questions.

I'm trying to get to know you.

Yeah, I got that.

Look, what do you want

me to do here, Lucy?

I get that you are

not sure of me.

But you have some

things going on.

And I'm asking all these

questions because I

want to know about them, OK?

And you know not for nothing.

If you want to

avoid the questions

I'm asking you so bad, you

could ask some yourself.

Otherwise, what

are we doing here?

I'm going to get out of here.

Wait, wait.

Lucy.

Look, I'm sorry about--

You live in Florida?

Yeah.

I do.

Why?

[chuckles] Um,

because it never

gets this cold down there.

And I love to play golf.

You're a dentist, right?

Yes.

And a golfer?

Yes.

Basically, you are the most

boring person on the planet.

[chuckles]

- Did you really look for me?

- What?

You said earlier

that you've been

looking for me for 25 years.

I mean, how?

Why did it take you so long?

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Seriously?

Yeah.

How do you not know?

I hired an investigator.

And-- and-- and-- and I didn't

even know until even a few days

ago that you even existed.

Well-- what did you

think happened to me?

That's what I've been

trying to find out.

What was my mom like

when you knew her?

Oh, she was great--

sweet and funny.

Real fun and complicated.

It's like you're describing

a totally different person.

She was.

We got in an accident.

And she got hooked on drugs.

Oh, it happened so fast.

She would get so

sad for no reason.

She was cold, and irrational--

angry.

Well, that sounds

like the woman I knew.

Yeah.

Things got bad.

She was using heroin.

One night she told

me she was pregnant,

and we had a huge fight.

I tried to convince

her to get help.

Did a really bad job.

Next day, she was gone.

- So wait.

She was using while she

was pregnant with me, then.

I don't know.

But she was nowhere near

getting clean before.

Well, that makes sense.

With what?

With why I go to

the medical center.

[sighs] I have something

called kidney dysplasia.

Do you know what that is?

When the kidney

doesn't form properly?

[sighs heavily] Yeah.

And I only have one

that works properly.

So I have to go to

the medical center

every month to get

it checked out.

And it's not doing well?

That's why you left, crying?

Of course, you saw that too.

[sighs] Yeah, it's

starting to deteriorate,

which means I need a transplant.

But I'm really far

down on the list

and have a high PRA percentage.

So--

What's that?

It pretty much means that

it's more difficult for me

to find a donor.

Because my body will reject a

kidney from a higher percentage

of people, which

doesn't even matter

anyways, because I can't even

afford a frickin' transplant.

You don't have Insurance

No, I do.

But the cost of the

medicine and the aftercare

is almost as expensive

as the transplant itself.

And my insurance doesn't

cover all that extra stuff.

Anyway--

Do they know how long your

kidney will keep working?

Not really.

I mean, they think a year.

Not years.

This is me.

Yeah, I know.

Such a stalker, man.

So you, uh, [sighs] really

have to leave tomorrow?

I have a state

inspection for my practice.

And I'm legally

required to be there.

But maybe I can come

back and see you again.

I'd like that.

OK.

I'll call.

- Good night.

Hey, Lucy?

It's nice to finally meet you.

You too.

[exhales]

- Hey.

- Hey.

How was golf this morning?

Oh, I was terrible.

Yeah, right.

No, I was awful.

Well, there is an

envelope in there that

will probably make you happy.

Bye.

LUCY (VOICEOVER): Dear

Dylan, I'm writing because I

love to write letters.

But I haven't had anyone

to write one for a while.

That said, I'm realizing that

I'm a little out of practice,

and I don't really

know what to write.

Oh, I do want to say,

I'm glad you didn't leave

before you came to

meet me, even if you

did screw that whole thing up.

Good luck with your

golfing this weekend.

I hope you win.

Do people say win in golf,

or is there some kind

of bougie term they use?

Whatever.

I'm just making conversation.

OK, looking forward

to your visit, Lucy.

PS, if you don't write me

back, I will hate you--

forever.

DYLAN (VOICEOVER): Dear

Lucy, despite losing

the club championship, I find

myself not caring one bit.

Clearly, there's

something wrong with me.

I blame you.

I also have to say I

was surprised to receive

your letter, mostly because

I didn't think people

your age knew how

to use an actual pen

or form a complete

sentence, let alone

how to use the postal system.

[laughs]

DYLAN (VOICEOVER):

Come to think of it,

how did you get my address?

LUCY (VOICEOVER):

Dear Dylan, I got

your address using this

wonderful invention

called Google.

Old people like you may

not know how to use it yet,

but one day you will.

Anyway, turns out

there aren't many Dylan

Derringers in Orlando, and

even fewer are dentists.

DYLAN (VOICEOVER):

Dear Lucy, well done.

I'm happy to know I'm not the

only stalker in the family.

LUCY (VOICEOVER): Dear Dylan,

I learned from the best.

DYLAN (VOICEOVER): Dear Lucy,

it was the least I could do.

Can't wait to see you

again this weekend.

[both laughing]

LUCY: Come on.

You know that was fun.

I wouldn't take you

for a carousel girl.

Kidding me?

Ah, I love this stuff.

My mom and I used to--

we used to do it all the time.

And-- I, um--

Lucy?

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa-- Lucy, are you OK?

Come on.

Are you OK?

[gasping] Yeah.

Here.

Here, here.

Lucy, come on.

(MUFFLED) Dylan, I'm fine.

Come on, let's

go to the hospital.

I don't know.

Look, I'm fine.

Sorry, this happens sometimes.

I'm sorry I ruined

our afternoon.

Oh, Lucy.

You have nothing

to apologize for.

Really.

[gasps]

Hey!

Hey!

How are you feeling today?

Good, good.

I'm sorry if I

scared you yesterday.

- Yeah, that was interesting.

- Yeah.

But prepare to

redeem yourself.

Because I found

something cool for us

to do if you're up for it.

[laughing] I am.

I'm up for it.

Give me a second.

I've got to finish this.

What are all those for?

Well, they're supposed to

keep me from falling down.

What are they really for?

Because I've been learning

about your condition.

Oh, my condition, huh?

[laughs]

Yes.

OK.

Well, um, these two are

for my blood pressure.

Um, these two are vitamin E.

For your muscles?

Yeah.

Um, this is an anti-anemia drug.

This is an iron supplement.

And this one is

for bone strength.

That's a lot.

Yeah, that's my life.

All right, come on.

Let's go do this

super cool thing

that you're so excited about.

I'm excited now.

OK, now, for the record,

I didn't say super cool.

I mean, that's a totally

different level of cool.

OK, you're so weird.

[laughs]

This was

your cool idea?

Yep.

We're on a boat.

Isn't it great?

Hey, smile.

- Hey!

I can't even believe you

bought that tacky picture.

As a photographer,

I'm deeply offended.

Well, I like it.

Come on, it was fun.

Cool way to see this city.

Uh-huh.

I promise I won't tell

anybody you had a good time.

Whatever.

Yeah.

So anyways, this

captain driver guy--

[chuckling]

He makes this crazy turn.

And the whole boat--

everyone on the boat-- just,

like, slides off to the side.

Did you see the lady

that was sitting there?

Did you see her?

She fell on the floor.

It was hilarious.

Umm.

Sounds kind of lame to me.

- Why would you do that?

- Do what?

Even if you weren't

interested in Lucy's story,

why would you shut

her down like that?

Dylan-- please.

It's OK.

DYLAN: No, it's not.

Why would you do that?

Um, are you going to let

him talk to me like that?

DYLAN: I'm going to

talk to you like this

as long as you keep

talking to her like that.

He's not entirely

wrong, you know.

Seriously?

OK.

[scoffs] All right.

Uh, you have fun with

your new friend here, OK?

[silverware clangs on plate]

All right?

You know I can

take care of myself.

Sorry, but she shouldn't

treat you like that.

She doesn't mean

anything by it.

You shouldn't have to

make excuses for her.

And you shouldn't tell me what

I need or what I don't need.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

[phone chimes]

You need to get that?

It's probably Jaime.

I'll call her on the

way to the hotel.

Who's Jaime?

I guess I haven't

told you about her.

She's my hygienist at work.

Why is your hygienist

calling you this late?

We're friends.

We talk whenever.

She knows all about you.

Really?

Is she pretty?

Yeah, but it's not like that.

Why not?

What's with the inquisition?

[laughs] Shut up.

Come on.

Why isn't it like that

with your pretty friend?

Because it just isn't.

You'll see when you visit.

I'm visiting?

I was hoping you would.

When?

Whenever you want.

Next weekend, weekend after--

whenever.

Well, I have my monthly

[inaudible] checkup next week.

If my doctor says it's OK,

maybe I could come after that?

Well, that gives me

enough time to find

us a super cool tour to take.

[laughs] Gosh, I

can't wait for that.

You need it.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey!

[sighs] Come here.

Oh.

Travel safe.

[giggles] Oh, and, um, thanks

for sticking up for me tonight.

- I promise not to do it again.

- Yeah.

[footsteps fade]

[door creaks open]

Hey!

Welcome back.

I think I want

to be her donor.

Whoa, OK.

I've done some research,

and it seems pretty simple.

They go in, snag my kidney,

and pop it into her.

Dylan.

I know.

She really needs

this though, Jaime.

Look, I know you

want to help her.

But?

But there are a lot of

risks for both of you.

And you just met her.

What does that Matter

she's my daughter!

And this is major surgery.

It'll change your life forever.

Look, Lucy's sick.

And she's going to get worse.

If I can do something about

it, that's all I need to know.

Hey!

You OK?

Yeah, I know.

Airplane knocked me

down a little bit.

What happened?

I don't know.

I've just got a headache.

And, you know, my

leg is cramping.

But if we get some

water, I'll take my meds,

and I'll be better.

- Yeah, of course.

Wow.

Make yourself at home while

I put these in your room.

- Thank you.

This place is so empty.

[scoffs/laughs] Nice picture.

[chuckles] I think it really

captures our relationship.

- Seriously?

- Um-hmm.

How are you feeling?

Because we don't have to

go out if you don't want.

Oh, no, no.

No, I'm good.

You know what?

I want to go.

I want to see your life here.

[both chuckling]

LUCY: Baby teeth.

DYLAN: So, that's it.

Yeah, seems pretty standard.

MARGO: Jaime should

be finishing--

now.

Damn, I'm good.

I deserve a raise.

Um-hmm.

- Hi, I'm Jaime.

- Hi.

Lucy.

Nice to meet you.

So where are you guys heading

after this little office tour?

We're going to play mini-golf.

LUCY AND JAIME: Really?

Yeah, what?

What's wrong with mini-golf?

Well--

No, I-- sorry.

You--

No, you first.

I don't think I've ever

played mini-golf before.

But it sounds like fun?

I was going to say

it sounds terrible.

This one loves

golf in all forms.

Hey, I was going

to ask you to come.

But now I know the answer.

JAIME: Well, someone

has to be here

to take care of your patients.

Yeah.

JAIME: Well, you guys

have a good time.

It was really nice

to meet you, Lucy.

Thank you.

You too.

Come on.

All right, mini-golf.

It's crazy.

You know, um--

Jaime likes you.

- Yeah.

Oh, no, no, no.

I mean she likes you, likes you.

No, she doesn't.

Wow, that Mars Venus book

was really on to something.

Men really are from

another planet.

But it's not Mars.

I mean, that's too

close to Venus.

You don't get the distance

credit, It's more like Pluto.

Pluto's not a planet anymore.

That makes it even

more appropriate.

All right, Copernicus.

How do you know she likes me?

Uh, hello, lesbian here.

I think I know a thing

or two about women.

Come on.

Unlock the car.

I can't believe

you know that book.

Well, I work at a book store.

Yes.

Google that.

What in the world?

How are you this good?

Well, I do play every day.

Oh, you play

mini-golf every day.

Ha, ha.

[laughing] So what

you're admitting

right now is that you cheat.

Yeah, pretty much.

Wow.

Let's see what you got.

OK.

I mean-- watch.

Oh!

Oh, ho, ho!

Watch!

You've been practicing.

(SQUEALING) I've

never tried it before!

That was kind of amazing.

Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[coughs]

You OK?

Yes.

Sorry.

I'm good.

I just got really excited

because I finally hit one.

Hmm-hmm.

All right.

Come on, hustler.

A little coughing fit

ain't gonna stop me.

Hey, what do you think

about me being your donor?

Luc?

Stop trying to distract me.

I'm not.

I can't let you do that.

But I want to.

[scoffs]

Let me know you got home safe.

See you later.

[phone buzzes]

[knocking]

Ms. Azuro is ready for you.

OK, I'll be there in a few.

What are you working on?

I'm adding Lucy

to my insurance.

I'm hoping to be her donor.

You are?

Yeah.

I'm going up there next

weekend to start the process.

OK.

- What?

- Nothing.

Jaime?

What do you want me to say?

You've decided to do this.

OK.

I don't get why

you're so against this.

I'm not against it.

I--

DYLAN: Yes, you are.

You have been since I

first brought it up.

No, I'm just concerned

that you haven't

fully thought it through.

So what am I, 12?

I need you to remind me

how to make a decision?

- Dylan.

- Lucy is important to me.

I want her in my

life a long time,

and this can make it happen.

Let's go.

Ms. Azuro is waiting.

Is there anything in your

life that you wish you'd done?

What do you mean?

I don't know.

I mean, like, if you found

out you were going to die,

is there like a last

thing that you--

would want to do?

You are not

going to die, Lucy.

Maybe not.

But until recently, I've had

a lot of reasons and time

to think about it.

So come on.

Humor me.

OK.

I always wanted to golf at

St. Andrews in Scotland.

It's the birthplace of golf.

That's it?

OK, you're going to die.

And the only thing you can

think to do is play golf.

[laughs]

Well, until

recently, I haven't

had much else in my life.

All right.

Well, why haven't you then?

Seems pretty simple.

Well, I have a

safe of gold fillings

that I've removed from

patient's teeth over the years.

That sounds kind of weird, huh?

Kind of?

[chuckles] OK,

it's a little weird.

But I told myself that

once that safe was full,

I would cash in the gold and

use that money for the trip.

Not before.

OK.

I like that.

I mean, it's totally weird.

But I can appreciate it.

How close are you?

It's pretty much full.

Scotland, here you come.

Yeah.

So what about you?

Do you have, uh, one last thing?

I have dozens.

What's at the top of the list?

Paris.

I would love to just

skydive over the city.

That sounds terrifying.

[laughs] I know, right?

But oh, man, I

would just love to.

And of course, like, you

know, walk the Seine and--

oh, photograph the Eiffel Tower

like right at sunset, you know.

And just visit all the

places, like, that Hemingway,

and Fitzgerald, and Joyce,

and all those people just

were hanging out in the 1920s.

Oh.

Whatever.

I know.

I'm a past freak.

I think it's kind of

because a while back, I

read this book of

letters that Gertrude

Stein wrote back to the states.

And I just love reading

about her life in Paris,

especially in her own words.

What?

You really love letters, huh?

I do.

I do.

I love how personal they are.

Would you mind if I

wrote you another letter?

I think we're past the asking

of permission, don't you?

Yeah.

But this one you

wouldn't read unless--

I die, like, in

surgery or something.

Oh, good.

I was afraid this

might get morbid.

[laughs] I don't know.

I just feel like--

there's still so much that we

have to learn about each other.

So can I?

Yes.

Only if I get to

write one to you too.

Hey!

How are you?

- All right.

How are you?

Glad not to be deceased.

I beg your pardon?

Never mind.

Uh, I have an appointment

with Dr. Akers.

Yeah, just fill

out these forms.

Are you itching a lot, Lucy?

Yeah, lately.

Well, that's not uncommon.

You can take regular

Benadryl for it.

Yay, more drugs.

So what's our first step here?

DR. AKERS: Well, first

we'll need to determine

your viability as a donor.

- Hold there, please.

- Um-hmm.

DR. AKERS (ON

VIDEOPHONE): So your cross

matching results look good.

But we still need your

PRA number before we

know if you're a match.

Now, if you're able to be

Lucy's donor, keep in mind,

you'll be moving slowly

after the surgery.

So having someone here to

help you would be wise.

Obviously, Lucy won't

be able to do it.

Yeah, I hadn't

thought of that.

Thanks.

Hey, Margo, can you ask Jaime

to come in when she's done?

Sure, boss.

[knocking]

JAIME: So what's up?

What did you want to talk about?

Um, I had to select

a medical and financial

proxy in case something happened

to me during the transplant.

I chose you.

Oh, really?

- Is that all right?

- Yeah, of course.

I just-- just, I thought

you were mad at me.

Lucy's important to me.

I know.

But-- you're

important to me too.

Well, thank you

for saying that.

OK.

Now I'm going to finish up.

Hey, Jaim?

After the surgery, when

things get back to normal,

can I take you to dinner?

Yeah, you don't need

to ask me in advance.

Even if I want

it to be a date?

Oh.

Um-- well, in that case, I'll

have to check my schedule.

Oh.

Oh, OK.

[half chuckles]

- Dylan, I'm kidding.

Oh.

I'd really like that.

Oh.

Good.

Me too.

OK.

Well, have a good trip up there.

Say hi to Lucy for me.

I will.

OK.

Hey, I thought we

were meeting for dinner.

Guess what?

- Uh, Lucy--

I broke up with Alex.

- You did?

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's great.

But--

I feel really good about it.

Is that mean?

I feel really mean.

Uh, great.

Lucy--

What?

You're-- OK, you're

acting weird.

I just came from

Dr. Akers' office.

The insurance company--

Oh, what?

Did those assholes

refuse to cover me?

I knew they were going to pull

some preexisting bullshit.

No, no.

That's not it.

They requested additional

tests on my blood.

OK.

And one of the

tests was a DNA test.

We're not-- you're not--

Wait.

How?

How-- how--

- We need to talk about this.

- Umm.

What's there to talk about?

You're-- you're not my father.

So what else is

there to say, hmm?

You know, the really

fucked up days,

I was beginning

to convince myself

that I was going to be able to

have some sort of nice future.

Fuck, any sort of future at all.

Ah, it's OK.

- Oh.

- You know what?

No, no.

How do you do that?

Huh?

How do you come into

my life and tell me

you're my father

without being sure?

Uh--

Doesn't matter.

- Oh, hi.

- Hi.

Is Lucy here?

Um, I'm not sure.

[chuckles] Uh,

could you check?

Yeah.

Um, she's kind of not here.

Kind of?

OK.

(LOUDLY) Can you tell her

I'm going back to Florida,

but I'm really sorry--

and would really

like to talk to her.

So I think it would be great if

she could call me or write me.

She probably--

Hmm.

Yeah.

Shit.

Oh.

Anything good in there?

I was hoping for a

letter from my daughter.

I didn't know

you had a daughter.

Turns out I don't.

- Well, it sounds complicated.

- You have no idea.

Just in case.

Thank you, Rhonda.

Oh, man, fucking insurance.

They're supposed to

pay for the lab tests.

[phone ringing]

LUCY (ON PHONE):

Stop calling me.

Lucy?

LUCY (ON PHONE): I don't

want to talk to you, OK?

Uh, Lucy, wait.

W-- wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

[phone disconnect beeps]

There's something I want--

oh, shit.

[phone ringing]

ANSWERING SERVICE (ON

PHONE): Doctor's office.

Dr. Akers, please.

This is Dylan Derringer.

Hi, doctor.

I just got my PRA

results from the lab.

I have a question about

donor confidentiality.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

You too.

- You OK?

- Um-hmm.

[buzzing and beeping]

- What is it?

What the hell?

Why are you--

What does that mean?

[sighs] It's supposed to

mean that I'm getting a kidney,

but this thing must be--

Oh, my god, really?

Oh, my god.

That's so great!

What are you doing?

(STAMMERING) Don't just stand

there all weird and shit.

Go.

Get out of here!

Call whoever!

Yeah-- uh, yeah.

Go to the hospital.

Do whatever!

OK.

Um, y-- you'll-- oh,

you'll cover for me, right?

Of course!

Hey!

Hey.

Nice gown.

Uh, yeah.

[chuckles] Thinking about

getting one for the office.

So you ready?

Uh, I think so.

You have the envelopes, right?

Dylan, everything

is going to be fine.

Jaime, am I making a mistake?

You're taking care

of someone you love.

I think that's amazing.

Oh.

[nervous laugh]

Wonder what I get if I

donate a lung or something.

DR. AKERS: All right, it's time.

Lindsey will show you into prep.

OK, here we go.

I'll be here when you get out.

- Thank you.

- Go.

[steady beeping]

Specimen?

Prepare this for transfer.

Dr. Green, you can

take over suturing now.

Ready for closure, nurse.

The kidney please, Lindsey?

Clamp.

We have a good transplant.

Dr. Smithson, please

close Ms. Dillinger up.

I'm going to go check

on Dr. Derringer.

Yes, ma'am.

A 6-0 suture.

How are we doing in here?

Just finishing up.

Excellent.

Gauze.

[loud beep]

What do we have?

- Heart rate's increased.

- Cause?

Unclear, everything was fine.

Oxygen saturation

falling rapidly.

He's coding.

[alarm beeping]

Bring the defibrillator.

Give me an [inaudible]

and atropine.

Starting compresses now.

Pressure 360.

[alarm beeping continues]

[slow steady beeping]

Umm.

(GROGGILY) Jaime?

Hey, Lucy.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I wanted to see

how you were doing.

Oh, I-- I mean, I'm OK.

I mean, what are you

doing in Brooklyn?

You OK?

This is Dylan's

"if I die" letter.

He asked me to give

it to you if anything

happened during the transplant.

Wait-- what?

Dylan was your donor.

How's that even possible?

He was still a donor match.

You should read it.

Despite what happened, he still

thinks of you as his daughter.

Well-- well, why are you

giving me this, though?

I mean, I'm not supposed

to read it unless--

he's OK, right?

Jaime.

There was a problem

during his surgery.

He's, um-- he's in a coma.

[sniffs] (VOICE QUIVERING)

We're across the way, room 153.

I'll be there if

you need anything.

You should come see

him when you can--

if you want.

[sniffs]

[sharp inhale and exhale]

DYLAN (VOICEOVER): Dear Lucy,

well, if you're reading this,

then I'm disappointed

because, you know, I'm dead.

And if that's the

case, then I'm really

disappointed because it

means I died without being

able to say goodbye.

It also means we

never got the chance

to talk after what happened.

I know I didn't handle most

of our situations very well.

And for that, I am

eternally sorry.

I hope you can forgive me.

Not long after I found

out about the DNA test,

I realized that it didn't

change anything for me.

I've spent most of my

life looking for my child,

hoping I would get

to meet him or her.

And no DNA test

can change the fact

that I finally got that chance.

I finally met my daughter.

When you asked me about

my one last thing,

I told you it was

golfing in Scotland.

But the truth is it

was always meeting you.

It's always been my only thing.

I hope the transplant

was a success.

Knowing I was able to give

you the chance to keep living

is the best last thing

I could ever ask for.

I love you, Lucy.

Love, Dylan.

PS, Jaime has a check for you.

The insurance company

wouldn't cover

the cost of the

transplant because you're

not technically my daughter.

So I sold my gold fillings.

I always knew I wanted to use

them for something special.

I finally figured

out what that was.

[sobbing loudly]

- Hi, missy.

- Hey.

- How are you feeling?

- Better.

Moving around a lot easier.

That's good.

[sighs] Although tying my

shoes is still a challenge.

- Sore.

- Yeah.

But I've got to go

out and get something.

So I'm just trying to make

sure my shoes stay tied.

Thank you.

Better now?

Yeah, a lot.

Umm.

[sniffs]

[exhales]

Hey.

Oh, my god.

[grunts] No-- oh, easy there.

Sorry.

That's OK.

Hey.

How are you doing?

OK, I guess.

We have a lot to talk about.

But first, I have

to get the nurse.

He's awake.

[gasps] Ow.

Be careful, Luc.

- Hey, there.

- Hey.

How are you feeling?

OK-- uh, tired.

And you know where you are?

- Yeah, why wouldn't I?

- Hey.

Hey.

I'm happy to see you.

How are you doing?

Good.

And how are you

walking around already

and I'm still in this bed?

What?

Uh, you can tell him.

I'll-- I'll, um, I'll go get Dr.

Akers-- give you guys a minute.

Thanks.

Tell me what?

Um--

Go ahead.

Someone tell me.

What's going on?

Well it's, uh, been a few

days since the transplant.

It has?

Yeah.

Hey, actually, you

were in a coma.

And, um, you kind of died.

Umm.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

I'm glad you didn't die.

Hmm-- thanks?

I, um--

I read your "if I die" letter.

Jaime said I should.

Did she?

Yeah, but don't

get mad at her.

I mean, technically,

you did die.

Yes.

Huh.

It's true, you know.

It doesn't matter to me

that we aren't related.

Of course, now, we kind of are.

[laughter]

Yes, we are.

Oh, I have something for you.

[breathing audibly]

[clears throat]

Oh.

[chuckles]

Thanks for saving

my life, Dad.

Ah, here we go.

- Woo!

Oh, juicy!

That's not fair.

It's the best.

That's the best.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,ah.

Hey, hey.

Just wait until everybody comes.

- Looks so good.

Ah, thank you.

- It does look pretty amazing.

OK, let me get this going.

- It's going to be so

wonderful-- nice and juicy.

- All right.

Babe, come on!

- All right.

Thank you guys for

waiting so long.

Let's sit down.

- Let's eat.

- Get it while it's hot.

- Hmm, me?

- Oh, you put dibs on that, huh?

I'm getting half--

we have to share.

LUCY: You should have

tried to save that one.

DYLAN: Well, you cut it in half.

[all laughing and chattering]

It's Christmas.

LUCY: But you have

two drumsticks!

DYLAN: I know.

Don't be shy.

LUCY: Dig in.

Dig in.

DYLAN: Ah, you're

going to get two.

You're going to

get the whole one.

It's a big turkey leg.

And Jaime thought

the wine is great.

Nice.

Nice.

Ah, this is nice.

Hey, Merry Christmas.

ALL: Merry Christmas!

LUCY: Love you, guys.

[glasses clink in toast]

DYLAN: Merry Christmas.

LUCY: You too.

DYLAN: I love you.

LUCY: I love you too.

[soft piano music plays]