All language subtitles for Michael Everyday s01e12 Endings.eng

It's probably traffic. Sometimes there's
a protest and the buses get rerouted.

[classical music playing softly]

-Do you know where you are?
-Hospital.

-What drugs did you take?
-I only take drugs.

Page Dr. Bale. Put him in three. Let's
assume it's barbiturates and pump him.

[David] Oh, me,
nobody's pumping this guy.

-["Gotta Get Up" by Harry Nilsson plays]
-[alarm clock buzzing]

♪ Gotta get up, gotta get out ♪

♪ Gotta get home
Before the morning comes ♪

♪ What if I'm late?
Got a big day ♪

♪ Gotta get home
Before the sun comes up ♪

♪ Up and away
Got a big day ♪

♪ Sorry can't stay ♪

♪ I gotta run, run, yeah ♪

♪ Gotta get home
Pick up the phone ♪

♪ Gotta let the people know
I'm gonna be late ♪

Any minute now. I'm sure.

I can wait.

[Michael sighs quietly]

Hi, I'm Dr. Bale.

I'm a resident here.
How are you feeling?

-My throat hurts.
-That's to be expected.

We pumped your stomach

and we inserted a tube--

Gastric lavage, yes, I know how it works.

Then you know that this charcoal.
Bottoms up.

I'm required to ask you a few questions.

Please answer honestly.

Did you attempt
to kill yourself last night?

-I did not.
-Have you attempted suicide in the past?

I have not, and I am not
overwhelmed or helpless.

-I do not have a suicide plan.
-Step away from the patient!

Don't worry. We'll get you
out of here within the hour.

Professor Wasserman, uh, sir? Uh...

we have to wait
for the toxicology results--

This man was my patient
when you were a zygote.

I know Daniel better than his own brother.

-His name is David.
-And I'm an only child.

Now, the first thing we need to do

is get you out of this
Dickensian ward.

It's crawling with staphylococci.

Whatever you did,

it won't get on any chart.

Doctor's code.

This man was never here! Understand?

Great. I'll see you
Thursday at 9:00. Okay.

Oh, my God. I've been
on the phone for three hours.

You don't think he's gonna get mad at me
for cancelling everyone, do you?

-No, I mean, what could you do?
-What could I do?

He fell off the face of the Earth.
You don't think he's dead, do you?

-What?
-When people die,

other people find them, right?

-Because they smell.
-I guess.

Unless they die
in something sealed like a box.

I can't have this conversation.

-I'm sorry.
-I can't picture anyone in a box.

I'm sorry. I doubt he's in a box.

I have to get to work,
so call me if you hear anything?

Sure.

[sighs]

Where the hell are you?

-You could get an orderly.
-No. No one must know you're here.

-Or I could push you.
-No, I am doing it!

I'm sorry. Uh, uh,

I'm afraid we could only
get a semi-private room.

Hey, muchacho. Are you feeling it?

-Feeling what?
-The vibe from the campaign.

It's huge! You know they
expanded it already, right?

It's big, it's freaky big.
Is it freaking you?

What do you mean, freaky big?

All the major dailies:
Maclean's, Actuality, Modern Seniors.

But you know what the seriously
freaky part is?

-The part that will freak your mind?
-What?

The billboards. 812 billboards
all over the country.

There's one right outside on Laurier.

-It's a good campaign, right?
-Sure.

It has to be. Because if it's crap,

then your crap is on 812 billboards
all over the country.

My crap too.
That's the part that's freaking me.

-You're feeling weak, aren't you?
-Yes, and I have a headache.

Well, you're dehydrated,
but the saline will help you.

Now, I know the temptation.
All doctors indulge on occasion.

But I feel I must remind you
about the dangers

of excessive self-medication.

And you're the one
who prescribed the Triazolam.

And am I the one
who prescribed the Scotch?

I won't be held responsible!

-You hear me? You hear me?
-Yes.

God, now I have to go deal
with the police.

-Police?
-Yes, the police.

Your cleaning lady called them!

In the future,
tell her to call me directly

if she finds you
on the floor covered in vomit.

It's all right. You feel weak?

-Yeah.
-All right, come on.

Let's get these big legs up there.
That's right.

There you go. Now, relax.

You're safe now.

Complete anonymity.

I made sure of that. Now, listen.

If anyone asks you, tell them you're here

for gender reassignment.

[vibrating]

[birds chirping outside]

-You look fantastic.
-What?

If it wasn't for your skin,
you'd never know.

My skin?

Maybe it's not your skin.
It's a combination of your pale skin

-and your delicate features.
-Oh, my God.

Oh, oh, I'm not being critical.
No, I'm just saying

I would never know you spent
any part of your life as a woman.

I'm jealous! Oh...

Nathan, by the way.

David.

I'm finally getting these things off me.

Okay, okay, Nathan,
this is incredibly awkward,

but I'm not going through
any kind of a sex change.

-Well, not anymore, obviously.
-I never have, never have.

It's just, there wasn't any other room
available, so they put me in here.

In the gender reassignment ward?
[laughs]

-That's hilarious!
-I'm glad you think so.

Aw, hey, hey,
where's your sense of humor?

Hey, you could be
in the psych ward, right?

I-- sorry--

I didn't have your number,
but, um, I knew where you worked,

obviously, because of the book.

And, yes, I could have
looked you up I guess,

but I can't tell you how much
I hate the phone right now,

so I just came here.

Um, do you know where Dr. Storper is?

No. No, um, and I don't care.

We don't have much contact anymore.

-Okay.
-[crying and sniffling]

[crying and sniffling]

It's Okay. Okay.

Okay, why don't you come sit down, okay?

Just sit right here,
and you tell me what's going on.

He didn't show up for work
this morning, which is really,

really weird for him because he's such
a creature of habit.

I mean, he goes to the bathroom at exactly
the same time everyday-- exactly!

-I know.
-And he didn't call,

-and he won't answer his damn phone, and--
-Okay, well, um, maybe he's at home sick,

or he's hung over.

I mean, I don't answer the phone
when I'm hung over.

He's not at home. I was just there.
The doorman checked for me.

I mean, I have this horrible
feeling that he's dead in a box.

Okay, what would David say?

He would say that this is
your automatic negative impulse talking,

right, or something like that.
Maybe he's been in an accident,

or, uh, he has appendicitis, or...

he's had a minor heart attack,
but, um, you know, if he were dead...

somebody would have called by now, right?

So let's just relax,
and I will phone a few hospitals, okay?

Thank you.

Sometimes you come off as bitchy,

but I know that's just
because you're strong.

Hi. Heidi? Yes, can you get me the number

of all the hospitals in Ottawa? Thank you.

I was born with ambiguous genitalia.

Nathan, please.

My parents raised me as a girl.
I don't blame them.

It's just what people did then--
still do.

Anyway, I never felt comfortable
as a girl,

even with all the hormones--

-[cell phone vibrating]
-You want to get that?

-No.
-You should.

Don't want to.

Handle things on your own, huh?
Don't need friends!

I don't like to burden people,
since you're prying.

It's not healthy, Dave.
I know a thing or two about loneliness.

Growing up as an only child--

With ambiguous genitalia.
Yes, you mentioned that.

I was gonna say two working parents.

Sorry. That was insensitive.

But, now that you brought it up,

yes, I was not the most popular
kid in the playground.

-What do you do for a living?
-I'm a psychiatrist.

-And you tried to kill yourself?
-I didn't, actually. Look,

I know it's not healthy
to isolate yourself.

I was trying to change my life.
I was making an effort.

-What did you do?
-I wrote a book.

[Nathan laughs]
Traditionally not a social activity.

It was therapy. It was a first step.
I was reaching out.

Anyway, it failed spectacularly.

And then you tried to kill yourself?

-I didn't.
-Come on, Dave, open up,

for Christ's sake!

I just told you
I'm having my breasts removed.

I drank a bottle of Scotch,

and I took exactly 2.5mg
of Triazolam-- five pills.

So you didn't want to die; you were just
hoping you'd wake up in a hospital--

And chat with a friendly transsexual.
Yes, that was my plan.

I'm not a transsexual; I'm intersexed.

Sorry. I'm not at my best.

It's okay.

The "friendly" part was accurate.

What should I do, friendly Nathan?

I don't know, Dave.

Who's the most important person
in your life?

-A patient of mine.
-Really?

Well, what makes him so important?

He needs me.

Mmm... Bad clams.

Yeah, I know. So he's safe,
so we can relax.

Yeah, okay, okay, I'll tell him.

Bye, Michael.

-Bad clams?
-Yeah.

-What if David tells him the truth

and he'll know you're lying?

Michael appreciates lies when
the truth makes him anxious.

He'll understand. He'll thank me.

Well, he's not gonna tell him anyway.
He doesn't want to feel weak. Idiot.

-He's such an idiot sometimes!
-Okay, Bytown Memorial, right?

-B-Y-T-O--
-No, I know where it is.

-[tires screeching]
-[overlapping chatter]

Uh... can we stop
at my place really quick?

I have to pick up the baby.
My mother was watching her,

but she has this "mothers of
single mothers" thing tonight--

Mothers of single mothers?

-You're free.
-What?

I fudged the toxicology.

It's fine. You're free to go home.

-Now?
-Yes. Now, hurry up

and get dressed so we can
get you signed out. Come on, here.

-Where's the other patient?
-What?

There was another patient in the bed.

There was no other patient!
What are you talking about?

Come on. Now, hurry up and get dressed
before they wise up.

-[elevator dings]
-Excuse me.

There was another patient
in my room. Nathan--

-There was no other patient!
-There was. We had a long talk.

What did this other patient look like?

He was a short, bald man with breasts.

-[laughs]
-David! David.

It's finally happening.

Oh, yes. Uh, I appreciate
everything that you said to me,

and I'm going to try
to reach out to people--

Whoa, whatever they gave me is kicking in.

It's just that I've been a certain way
my whole life

and it's difficult to change.

Just be the guy you want to be, Dave.
That's all you gotta do.

Wish me luck!

Who's the babe?

[piano music plays]

[music continues]

[softly] She's a keeper.

Come on, let's get you home.

[beep]

Book idea:

The Potential Benefits of Death.

This is a book that would
address the anxieties

associated with endings--

the end of anything--

and perhaps with, uh,

special emphasis on the end of one's life.

[knocking at door]

I didn't want to use the intercom.

-I appreciate that.
-So, um, I told Michael

that you had bad clams
just in case you were planning to lie.

Ah, right.

Just so that we're on the same page.

Thanks.

And you look good, all things considered.

[door closing]

[beep]

Endings are feared--
conclusions of any kind--

which is odd because
we all have an awareness

of our own mortality, and we see death,

of one kind or another,
all around us all the time.

But the point is this awareness
of a ticking clock motivates us

to strive for some kind of immortality--

through work, family, relationships.

Drop by my office. I want
to talk to you about something.

Something bad?

No, something good. Don't tell Carlos.

Ahem.

-Are you busy?
-No.

I'd uh, like to explain things
now that my head is clear.

Okay.

I didn't try to kill myself.

But I do think it was a bit of a dry run.

It was useful, actually,

to pause for a few hours and assess,
which is what I did.

[people talking near by]

I had a good talk with a guy I met
in the gender reassignment ward.

Close the door.

Uh, he said that I was, uh...

socially isolated,
alone, and basically depressed.

Not a big revelation, but okay.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you

that it wasn't your fault
that the book failed.

It was wrong of me to blame you.

It was childish, and I regret it.

I'm an editor, David.
I've been taking the blame for years.

I know you're not big
on this type of language,

Sammy, but you're much more
than an editor to me.

Much more.

David... we fight a lot.

And I feel like your mother sometimes,

and I don't want to be anyone's mother.
It's not a fun role.

I just think that you...

need to take some time
and get your shit together.

I'm doing that.
I'm working on another book,

and I'm going to tell Michael
what he means to me.

Wow.

Maybe you should spend more time
in a gender reassignment ward.

[cell phone vibrating]

I think we need to take a break.

Just... no contact.

Okay? Just...

-[cell phone vibrating]
-...definitely no sex.

And I just think for both of us to...

[cell phone vibrating]

Answer it.

Hello?

Where are you?

You okay?

Mr. Renn offered me a promotion.
It's a big deal.

-Well, that's great.
-Yeah.

It is great, right?

I mean, it's way more responsibility,

and pressure.

It'd be a big change.

It's terrifying, actually.
I'm freaking out a bit.

Michael, why are we here?

'Cause I wanted to do something,

and I wanted you to be here when I did it.

[Michael taking deep breaths]

[screaming]

[Michael panting]

-You climbed the bleachers!
-I climbed the bleachers!

Ah, I'm so close to puking. Heh...

You did it! For the first time
since you were ten.

I did it! Seriously,
I feel like I'm gonna puke.

Oh. Uh... sit.

Just, uh, deep, measured breaths.

Ah... ah...

If I can do this,
I can handle anything, right?

-The job stuff?
-Of course.

I mean, this is huge!

The bleachers!
This is like a deeply-rooted fear.

Yes, it is. And it's still there.

The fear didn't go away,
but you're managing it.

Your tolerance for anxiety
and uncertainty is much higher now.

I've come a long way, huh?

Yes.

Yeah!

Yeah!!

Heh.

Ah.

-So, bad clams, huh?
-What?

You ate bad clams?

Yes, right, Claire told you. Yes.

You're a good doctor.

Well, I gotta get outta here.

-Now?
-Yeah.

Okay.

We'll back down like we did before.

Okay.

-I got you.
-Okay.

[Michael groans]

[David] The proposition of this book is

that the awareness of endings
motivates us.

Or are we paralyzed by practicality?

In other words,

should we on occasion put aside
our awareness of mortality

and create mechanisms or situations

that are not necessarily rational?

Do things that have no clear
purpose other than to make us

-less constantly aware?
-Tolstoy, come to bed.

You know, what we haven't
talked about is your new job.

Yeah, well, last night I got
an email with more details, and--

Michael, you've been preparing
for this moment your entire adult life.

How?

By committing to therapy.
You started this process 15 years ago,

you stuck to it, and now you're starting
to see the fruits of your labors.

You can handle this. You're extraordinary.

I-- I think you're extraordinary.

And there's something I want to tell you.

If I take the promotion,
I've got to move to Toronto, so...

Well, you...

you have to do it.

I can't.

When would you leave?

Well, in two months, but you just said

-I've committed to this, so--
-I know a...

an excellent CBT guy in Toronto.
I can call him--

-No, I-- I can't.
-Yes, you can.

-You should, in fact.
-No, I... I...

I can't... function without you.

I can't replace you with another CBT guy.

You're not just my therapist.

You're, you know, you know this.

You're...

You're my best friend.

Well...

That's all the time we have.

[whimsical music playing]

[voices singing] ♪ Hello ♪

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