All language subtitles for Dementia.2015.720p.BRRip.x264.AAC-ETRG

(BIRDS SINGING, CHIRPING)

(BABBLING CREAKS)

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUES)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(DROPS GUN)

("THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL"
BY TINY GOLIATH PLAYS)

♪ There's a long, long trail a-winding ♪

♪ Into the land of my dreams ♪

♪ Where the nightingales are singing ♪

♪ And a white moon beams ♪

♪ There's a long, long night of waiting ♪

♪ Until my dreams all come true ♪

♪ Till the day when I'll be going down ♪

♪ That long, long trail with you ♪

(TEA KETTLE WHISTLING)

MAN: (ON PHONE, SPEAKER)
Uh, Queen to B6.

Queen to B6, huh?

You sure about that, Sammy?

SAM: Yeah, I think so.

Uh, looks about right to me.

Well, you know, this is the closest

you've come to beating me
in 10 years.

So do you want me to take you out

in 3 moves or 5?

Loser's choice.

SAM: Oh, that's very
generous of you.

I'm being as gentle as I can.

SAM: (MOCKINGLY, ON PHONE)
"I'm being as gentle as I can."

Hello?

Well, he's my son, too.

SAM: Yeah, you're...
you're a little bit old

to be arguing custody, huh?

What?

SAM: Well, you just said,
"He's my son, too."

- Oh, did I? I...
- SAM: Yeah.

I don't know.

Sam, I'm gonna be a minute, all right?

(GUNSHOT)

The fuck, old man?

I'm just cleaning my rifle.

Does it look all right to you?

Jesus Christ!

- You okay, son?
- BOY: I'm hurt.

Well, you gotta get up anyway.

Thanks.

Now, if he comes after you again,
you aim for some sensitive spot.

His nut sack or his eyeball.

Yeah.

BOY: Are you okay?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm al... I'm okay.

You just keep hittin' him.

You just keep on hittin' him,
and he will not bother you...

...any... anymore.

(EKG MONITOR BEEPING)

Oh, you're awake.

Who are you?

Who do you think?

Shelby?

Bingo.

Cool tattoo.

What does "FFD" mean?

Nothing.

Well, you've grown up
since I last saw ya.

- We've met?
- You were very young, yeah.

How old are ya now?

18.

Is that still high school?

College, freshman.

Good for you.

(EXHALES)

How long have I been out?

Six months.

I'm kidding.

Just like a day or so.

- Where's George?
- George? You mean Jerry.

Well, the good news is your father

was found quickly
after the stroke began.

He got lucky.

As we say with strokes,
time lost is brain lost.

The bad news is there was still
some damage.

Strokes cut off blood to the brain,
and a host of symptoms can develop.

Collectively, these symptoms
are referred to as dementia.

I'm prescribing drugs

to thin his blood
to prevent future clots.

However, should he have
another episode, use this.

JERRY: What is it?

That is an aggressive thinner.

In case of emergencies, use that

to break up the clot
and save his brain.

But only in an emergency.

Okay, um, thank you, Dr. Chandler.

Keep his blood pressure down,
avoid stress.

Keeping him calm
will keep him alive.

- (GRUNTS)
- SAM: Hey, George!

Good to see you on your feet.

You know, you really left me
hanging there, buddy.

I had to finish the game
playing both sides myself.

And you lost.

Selfish prick.

Hey, can I get you anything?

- Strong cup of Joe.
- Yeah, how about decaf?

None of the good stuff until
your blood pressure goes down.

Now, back in bed, old man.

(SAM CHUCKLES)

Hendricks?

(GEORGE GASPING)

WHISPERED VOICE:
Get to him.

(EKG MONITOR BEEPING)

Look, grandpa, you're famous.

- JERRY: Shelby.
- Uh?

JERRY: Did you really point
a gun at that kid?

It wasn't even loaded.

I didn't know you were a war hero.

I am a war hero.
Not dead yet.

You can't go around
pointing guns at kids.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

JERRY: Hey, do you
wanna make that, uh,

potato chip chicken tonight, Shelby,
your favorite?

Yeah, when I was, like, nine.

It would be very helpful.

What do you think, Grandpa,

since I'm the only girl here,
does that mean I have to cook?

I'm sure he would appreciate it.

Hey, Dad, you hungry?

You okay, Dad?

I'm glad you're okay, Dad.

(CAT MEOWS)

Meow.

(CAT PURRS)

Oh, Christ, you're a shedder,
aren't you?

Grandpa?

Who are you?

- I was just...
- Who the hell are you?

- It's me, Shelby.
- Get out of my house.

- Dad!
- What the hell's going on?

This bitch broke into my house.

Dad, this is Shelby.
This is your granddaughter.

- Sit down.
- No.

Sit the fuck down!

Do you know who I am?

My son.

And you know that I have a daughter?

Yes, of course.

And she is also your granddaughter,
and you never talk to her that way.

No.

No.

I'm sorry, son.

We need to find you some place,
a home

that can handle this,
just until you get better.

This is my home.

JERRY: We start looking tomorrow,
end of discussion.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'm sorry, is... is this the home
of George Lockhart?

Yeah, I'm...
I'm Jerry. I'm his son.

Is... is this about the neighbor kid?

No, no, uh, I was just sent

by the hospital
to check up on Mr. Lockhart.

May I come in?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Yeah, of course, uh,
come on in, doctor...

Nurse. Michelle Anderson.

I specialize in... in mental health
and, um, and stroke recovery.

Who is this?

Uh, Dad, this is, uh, the nurse.

We met briefly in the hospital.

Do you remember me, Mr. Lockhart?

I've never seen you in my life.

Sorry, he's been difficult today.

No, it's okay. I'm sure he's had
an eventful couple of days.

I see, um...
I see you're a war hero.

- I am.
- Well, that's quite an honor.

Do you mind if I just
take a quick look at you?

It'll really only take a minute.

I'm fine.

Could you sit down for me, please?

Would you mind getting us
a glass of water?

Of course.

I just wanna talk to you
about what's happening.

Uh, what you're going through
is more common than you think.

I'd rather be dead
than a Jell-O eater.

(CHUCKLES)
Well, we won't let that happen.

Just look straight ahead
for me, please.

You know, there are ways
to retrain your body

to behave the way
in which you're familiar.

Of course, it takes some patience.

Are you going to be Mr. Lockhart's
primary caregiver?

Ha.

No, actually, ahem,
Shelby and I just flew in

to help George with his transition.

Speak of the devil.

- Oh.
- Oh, hi.

We've actually started looking into

assisted living, uh,
communities in the area.

If there are any that you
can recommend, that'd be great.

Take a deep breath in for me.

You know, there are many
establishments

that I'm sure George
would likely enjoy.

Uh... uh, of course,
for the same price,

you can afford a live-in nurse
who specializes in stroke recovery

and can take care of George
in the comfort of his own home.

I mean, you have a beautiful house.

It isn't his house.

I think Mr. Lockhart seems to be within
normal parameters for recovery.

I'll report back to your doctor.

Told ya I was fine.

MICHELLE:
Thank you for your hospitalities.

(SIGHS)

I wish you guys all the best.

(MICHELLE CLEARS THROAT)

Could you do the home care?

Um, uh, for the right situation, uh, yes.

I can write you down my number,
and if you...

wanna give me a call to talk about it,
we can, we can do that, um...

Okay, well, we'll, uh,

we'll discuss it and...
and get back to you.

Thank you again for everything.

Thanks.

She seems good.

- What'd ya think, Dad?
- I don't like her.

Well, that's good enough for me.

You'd rather live in a shared room
with dying, old people

than in your own house
with one nurse?

She's got a lot of spirit, Georgie.

All right, hopefully
this is more comfortable for you.

Why does he live
in such a big house?

Well, I think he built it
in the hopes that he would

lure my mom and I back here
to live with him.

It is a beautiful house,
I gotta hand it to him.

Yeah, I don't know, it, uh...
it didn't really do it for me.

There's a lot of death in this house.

JERRY: Yeah, well, don't tell
George we're in here.

Why not, Georgie?

He's, um, he's not everything
you hoped he'd be.

But I-I do know
that he's happy to have you here,

especially on your vacation,

and I, for one, I couldn't do this
on my own.

Then, you can be the one to tell Mom
why I'm not gonna see her till summer.

Yeah, do you think she'd take my call?

I kinda like this home nurse idea.

Yeah, I don't know.

You said it yourself.
He built this house for you.

I think the least you could do
is give him this last chance.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(TELEPHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

What's all that you got there?

Oh, it's, um, a combination
of Western and Eastern medicine.

You know, blood viscosity's
unique to the person,

so we wanna make sure
your blood is thin enough to move,

but not too thin.

You're a walking pharmacy.

All right, guest room's
all yours, Michelle.

Uh, Shelby and I will be at a motel
until the two of you decide

whether this is a good fit or not.

Leaving already?

We won't be long. We're gonna
come back and cook you dinner.

I don't know you.

But I would like the chance.

Me, too, Grandpa.

You're very lucky, George.
You have a gorgeous family.

He doesn't like me much.

Well, I think he'll... just need
to get used to the situation.

What he needs
is to get his wife back.

- You play chess?
- Maybe later.

- You should rest now.
- Oh, I'm not tired.

Oh, doctor's orders.

I can give you just a small sleep aid.

That's not... Ow!

It's okay.
Good rest will do you wonders.

Sleep replenishes.

Let's get you up here
before we lose you altogether.

- Let's get...
- No, no, don't take that...

Oh.

Wow.

Would you look at that?

Vietnamese torture.

Take you apart piece by piece.

Is that what the tattoo is for?

Uh-uh, no. All, uh, all...
all... all of us got one.

We, uh, we... (STAMMERING)
Oh, God, that stuff works fast.

Ooh.

(MAN GROANS)

(GROANING CONTINUES)

(BLADE UNSHEATHED)

(CHOPPING)

(SCREAMING)

MICHELLE:
George, wake up, George.

Your family's gonna be here soon.

You gave me quite a scare.

You know, I found you
outside the house.

- Oh!
- You were sleepwalking.

I wish I would have known.

Do you see these?

I am going to have to keep these
in my possession.

Okay?

And if you have any more
lying around the house,

please let me know, George.

You know I have to do this, right?

You're locking me in?

Well, it's for your own safety.

No. I forbid you to do this.

I don't take orders from you.
This is my house. My house!

Dementia sufferers
are prone to wandering

and can unknowingly put themselves
in dangerous situations.

It's actually standard protocol
when the patient is a sleepwalker.

Did you hear that, Dad?
It's for your own good.

I'm not deaf, goddammit,
and I'm not a sleepwalker.

Where did he go?

I found him outside the house
lying on the ground.

That's a lie.

See, you could've ended up
walking into traffic.

I could think of worse fates.

You know, if... if you want,
I can set up an appointment

with your doctor, and you can
go over everything with him.

- No, that's okay.
- Uh, of course it is.

How about I get started on dinner?

Grandpa, do you need anything?

- How 'bout some tea?
- JERRY: I... I'll get it.

I can make the tea.

George...

...would you like to make the tea?

I can make tea.
I'm not an idiot.

Why don't we play
a little memory game?

How do you make tea?

I said that I can make the tea.

- Oh.
- Just... tell me, George.

Hot water and a tea bag.

No, no, no.

Um, tell me step by step.

Starting with how you get up
out of the chair.

Umm, get up.

From the chair.

(CHUCKLES)
And you go to the kitchen.

You put the teapot on the stove.

It's on the stove?

It's on the counter, but it...

It goes on the stove, and you put...
put... put that on the stove.

And then you, uh, find a cup.

And then you, uh, find a teabag.

What kind of tea is it, George?

No, no, it's a bag.
It's a bag, bag.

And it's... and it's... it's...
It's, it's in a canister.

- And what's next to it?
- You, you, you...

You get some water, and you...

Goddammit.

(SIGHS)

Let's try something, okay?

Just write it down step by step, okay?

Get... up.

Uh, go to kitchen.

Get... teapot.

MICHELLE:
Mm-hm, and then?

Get a cup.

MICHELLE: Mm-hm.

Uh, uh... get a teabag!

Uh, water, water, gotta have water.

- Water, water in the teapot.
- MICHELLE: Mm-hmm, and then?

And then turn on burner.

Boil water.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

Ah! (CHUCKLES)

Excellent, excellent work.

- Not bad, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Let's do another one.

After dinner.

I can't tell you how relieved we are
to have found you.

I mean, we're not exactly close, so...

I wasn't sure how this was all
gonna shake out.

Well, I'm the one who's grateful.

Your father is the perfect patient
for someone like me.

George, perfect?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

You sure about that?

So, you got a boyfriend, or what?

So we're going there now?

Just small talk.

More than I can handle.

Attagirl. Don't settle.

Easier said than done.

(MOVING CHESS PIECE)

That's your game? Distract them
with charm and then go in for the kill.

(GEORGE CHUCKLES)

All right, Dad, we're heading out.

I'm only six moves away from beating
the tar out of this one.

Don't get too cocky, old man.

This isn't over.

We'll see you tomorrow, okay?

MICHELLE: Goodnight.

- SHELBY: Good night.
- Good night.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(KEYS JINGLING)

- Busy day.
- GEORGE: Yeah.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

You were a handsome soldier.

That's arguable.

I love these photos.

Hand me my cane.

MICHELLE:
These are great.

Those men...

Best men I've ever known.

Dead now, most of 'em.

Most of 'em died then, actually.

As far as I know, I might be
the last one of them left.

Did you see a lot of battle?

Some.

Terrible memories.

Tell me...
your very worst memories.

(GEORGE CHUCKLES)

Uh, I don't know, I think
I drank the worst ones away.

You're an alcoholic?

I used to say I was a drinking man
with a fishin' problem.

(GEORGE CHUCKLES)

The smell of it
makes me sick now.

Well, it must have been
a very difficult time.

You know, recalling memories
that you would normally like to forget

can be a helpful exercise, George.

Uh, think of it like...

...like shining a light
into a darkened corner.

Everything is still there.

Even when the light fades, isn't it?

Owning your memories is
a way to control them, George.

I've got so many. Too many.

Only your darkest.

You're a curious bird, aren't ya?

Okay.

One night, about two months
after we were captured,

they, uh, they bound me up, they...
they tied me up to another soldier.

And it was a hard road,

and we all hung in there every day,
listening for that helicopter

that was gonna come
and get us out of there.

So that night my bunkmate...

...found a way to cut himself free.

And I didn't know
he had planned to do it,

and, uh, I didn't notice him doing it,

but I woke up
in the middle of the night,

and he was standing over me crying.

And I told him,
"Be quiet and cut me free, too."

He wouldn't have it, and...

Well, long story short,
I lay there all bound up...

...and watched him bleed
out through the wrists.

He had bitten through his wrist.

Oh, my God.

Took him over an hour to die.

Uh, which one, um,
which... which one was he?

Oh, yeah, here he is.

Right here. That's him.

He had a face made for radio.

He was broken.

Not you, though.

Well, it took a toll on all of us.

But you won that award,
the distinguished...

Distinguished service cross.

Right, wow. So you must
have done something good.

Oh, I did.

Three nights later, I cut the throats

of the three guards
down on our end of the camp,

and we were all airlifted
out of there.

How did you manage that?

Well, I couldn't take it any longer,
so I found a way, and, uh...

We all find a way, I suppose.

But I found that little stone
that he had used to cut his ties.

And it was in the dirt,
it was right under my feet,

and I found it and cut myself free.

Hmm. It's funny.

How's that?

It's just, you know...

Two men are faced
with an identical scenario.

Your friend...

...well, your friend, he, um...

...he bit through his wrists
to end his misery.

And you, on the other hand,
slit throats.

No, he wasn't my friend, no.

He was the one who surrendered us.

And he died of guilt.

A Judas.

I see.

Well, thank you so much
for sharing that.

I think it's time for your medicine.

Hmm.

(WATER RUNNING)

MICHELLE:
We're gonna take it slow, okay?

Some aspirin, low-dose Lipitor,
and an antidepressant.

Antidepressant?

Well, you know, sufferers of dementia
can be prone to depression...

can even have suicidal thoughts.

So you know, given your past...

...I don't wanna take
any chances with my prize.

(CHUCKLES)
Your prize.

Good boy.

So I'm a dog now.

And you're gonna be
a sleepy little puppy.

Let's get you up to bed, okay?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Well, you wanna be my nurse, too.

She sleeps with you.

Keeps my feet warm.

Makes an old man less lonely.

No.

No?

That's just not safe
for either one of you.

I'll just keep her outside
with me, okay?

- All right.
- Hmm.

- GEORGE: Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Let me guess, that was work.

I can't take any more time off, okay?

So, we'll, uh,
we'll have to say good-bye

and drive back tomorrow night, okay?

Leaving now?

Look, I don't have a choice.

Well, it's my vacation,
and I wanna stay.

Okay.

If it were you,
would you want me to stay?

Look, if you wanna stay,
you can stay, okay?

I'm not gonna stop you.
It's just...

I don't want you
to get too attached, okay?

(SIGHS)

(DISTANT GUNSHOT)

My name is Lieutenant
Colonel Richard Hendricks.

I am a war criminal.

(DISTANT GUNSHOT)

I have witnessed and participated in...

...the murder of innocent
women and children...

...at the urging of my country,

the United States of America.

(SIGHS)

Who?

(SIGHS)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Oh! Oh, Goddammit!

Michelle!

(SCREAMING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(WATER RUNNING)

George?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GASPING)

MICHELLE: George?

Come here, George.

Do you see your cat, George?

Do you remember hurting your cat?

I wouldn't do this.

You had a knife.

No.

No, George.

It's my fault.
We tried too aggressive a regiment.

I asked you to speak about things

you weren't comfortable
talking about.

Let's forego the antidepressants
until you really need them

until you stop with the sleepwalking.

I don't fucking sleepwalk!

George, when you get upset,
your blood pressure rises.

It is not good for your health, George.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JERRY: Hello.

SHELBY:
We brought bagels.

Holy shit!

JERRY: Oh, God, Dad, are...
are you okay?

- MICHELLE: Don't go in there, Shelby.
- No.

What the fuck?

- Holy shit.
- Everyone, please, use calmer voices.

He's upset enough about his episode.

This is so gross.

We have to be able to forgive him
when he acts out of character.

You think I did this?

There is blood all over your shirt.

Why is he still wearing that?

- She's gonna kill me.
- JERRY: Okay, you know what?

Yesterday you thought Shelby
was trying to steal from you.

Today Michelle's trying to kill you.
Last night it was the fucking cat.

Did it ever occur to you
that maybe you just lost control?

You wouldn't know a killer
if you stared one in the face.

All right, enough!

We're lucky, okay?

It could have been
much worse than this.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Grandpa?

I'm coming.

You need help getting that off?

- (GASPS)
- You Okay?

Yeah, I was just... lost for a moment.

God, I know the feeling.

Sorry about my clad.

He hasn't been himself
since all this.

I built this house.

You know that?

Dad told me.

It's beautiful.

But this house...

...existed for many years
before I actually built it.

See, I designed this house
in my mind...

...when I was in the POW camp.

It was a way to manage pain
and... and it saved my life.

I... I don't think I could have held
onto my sanity without it.

Well, I thought
about every little detail.

I drew up the blueprint,
and I picked out every board in it.

Board by board
and nail by nail by nail.

And sometimes
I'd tear out an entire wall

because I didn't like the way
it was going

or... how fast I was going.

You see, I knew what I faced...

...when I finished it.

And that's how I survived.

In my weakest moment,
before I built the house...

...I looked down at my hands, see?

And it came to me.

I remembered my brother soldiers
and the promise we made each other.

It was fight, fuck, or die.

F-F-D.

You asked before what that meant.

Well, that's what it means.

That's...

- ...pretty fucking awesome.
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hi.

Um, Shelby, will you help Michelle
bury the cat?

Oh, I'll bury her.

JERRY:
No, no, Shelby, get the shovel.

I'm gonna get these sheets
out of here.

I'm sorry I blew up back there.

Oh, don't be.

So, I came to say good-bye.

All the pain we feel when alive...

...goes away when we die.

I'm looking for the laundry room.

Oh, it's, um,
it's right around the corner.

(WOOD CREAKING)

Oh, you scared me.

Sorry.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

SHELBY: Fuck.

My mom would flip out
if she knew about this.

Well, my mom died
when I was very young.

I was an orphan.

I'm sorry.

You're very fortunate.

I don't know about that.

Should we say something?

All the pain we feel when alive
disappears when we die.

After what she went through,
she's lucky she didn't survive.

Okay.

I'm gonna go check on them.

You know, you're very attached
to your grandfather

for not having ever known him.

Look, I know this is
tough on you, all right?

It's tough on all of us.

Shelby, get your stuff.
We're leaving.

Those are your grandfather's.

I'm sorry, Grandpa.

It isn't his fault.

He has a right to hate me.

He doesn't hate you.

Why don't you come back tomorrow.

He needs his rest now.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I'm sorry you had to see that.
I know it was a bit upsetting.

That's an understatement.

(SIGHS)

It's just you and me, George.

Are you afraid of me, George?

(GRUNTING)

I'm so happy, George.

- I'm so happy.
- (GRUNTS)

ANNOUNCER: For a once
in a lifetime opportunity...

- (TV REMOTE CLICKS)
- I was watching that.

Look, I know you're pissed off at me
because I'm leaving,

but unless I wanna look
for a new job, I have to go.

He's your father.
He needs someone here.

And that's why we hired the nurse.

Well, I guess we're all set,

as long as you don't have to be
personally involved.

Okay, that's not fair.

Besides, I'm starting to think
she's a little fucking weird.

You... you're the one
that wanted to hire her.

What, you... you want me
to fire her now?

I don't know what I want.

Look, I know you think
that he's like this sweet old man,

but he was something
entirely different

to your grandmother and me.

I wouldn't know.

He was abusive, and he was a drunk.

Again, I wouldn't know.

(SIGHS)

He came home one night, and, uh...
and he was especially wasted.

And he was hungry.

And when he found out
that there were no leftovers,

he beat my mother so badly

that she had to take
a week off from work

just to let the bruises heal.

Okay?

Over leftovers.

That's a hard thing to forgive.

Don't you think he's trying to change?

(SIGHS) Yeah, look, I know
he's tryin' to change, okay?

And... and he's gotten sober,

and I've...
I've tried to forgive him, okay?

And I've tried to reconnect with him
over the years.

Because of Mom?

Yeah, because of Mom.

I mean, she's a fixer.
You know that.

Look, we were really young
when we had you, okay?

I mean, I... I was your age.

And we didn't know
the first thing about parenting,

and so she reached out
to them for support.

He told me he was
a terrible father to you.

What is that?

Grandma's.

He gave that to you?

I just don't wanna see
you let down, that's all.

I know.

Okay.

I'll only be a couple
hours away, all right?

I'll be fine, Dad.

And I'm coming back
this weekend.

Oh, before I forget...

Key to the house.

I love you.

I love you, too.

- (DOOR SQUEAKING)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

(EXHALES)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(BEEPING)

- SAM: Hello?
- Sam?

- SAM: Yeah.
- Sam, it's George.

Listen, Sam, you gotta
come over here. She's been...

SAM: Yeah, you're lucky
I can't sleep.

What are you doing?

Well, I couldn't sleep.
I just wanted to call Sam.

MICHELLE:
It's the middle of the night.

I called Sam.

SAM: Hello?

- Sam.
- SAM: Hey.

Hey, I'm...
I know you mean well,

but George really
needs his sleep.

SAM: Ah, I'm sorry, I understand.

- SAM: I get calls any time...
- Good night.

...day or night from George.

(HANGS UP PHONE)

Let me help you.

What is this?

Are you having trouble
remembering?

- Yes.
- Are... are you having...?

Uh, how's your head?
Is your head hurting?

Yes. Yes, it hurts.

Oh, no. Uh, let me go
get your blood thinner.

Then, again...

...if you're not having a stroke,

the thinner will liquefy
the blood cells in your brain,

and you'll hemorrhage.

Remember that word you used?

Was it "Jell-O eater"?

What do you want from me, money?

Don't be so pathetic!

Look at me when I'm talking to you!

You're a monster! You know it!

You tell me now!
Tell me that you're a monster!

- Fight me! Come on! Fight me, dammit!
- (GRUNTS)

Aah.

You're a good little solider,
aren't you?

Good morning.

Hey, just me today.

Is everything okay?

- Huh?
- You have a bruise.

Oh, um, George just, uh,
bumped into me

as I was helping him up the stairs.

Is he okay?

Uh, he's not doing that well.

Uh, where... where is your dad?

He went to work.

He... He'll be back on the weekend.

Well, George is really drained

from all the excitement
the last few days.

I'd really like to give him
a solid day of rest,

if you don't mind.

Okay, well, I can come in
and read him a book or something.

That wouldn't exactly be
a day of rest, would it?

Can I at least sit inside?
I don't really have much else to do.

Go wait somewhere else!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just, um...

It... it would be really
distracting for him.

I'll give you a call
when he's feeling better, okay?

Um, okay.

He's very lucky to have you.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

MICHELLE:
She's quite persistent, isn't she?

I feel sorry for her.

She clearly doesn't know you at all.

Doesn't know
how you'll contaminate her.

How you contaminate everything
around you, George.

We don't have much more time.

Let's get started.

(ALARM RINGING)

MAN: We all know that we're here
to not just celebrate

those of us who made it
back home...

...but for those of us who did not.

The Purple Heart represents
the spirit of the soldier, doesn't it?

It's the symbol of the self-sacrifice
that we all endure...

...in the name
of this God-fearing country,

which we are honored and blessed...

...to call home.

- How's the boy?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

George?

- Yeah?
- How's the boy?

He's fine, I guess.

You seen her before?

That's Hendricks' wife.

What's she doin' here?

I assume, she's here
to accept that Purple Heart.

Is that right?

Everybody gets one now.

Well, I'm going to introduce myself.

Why?

Well, because she should know.

- HENDRICKS' WIFE: Do I know you?
- No. Not yet.

(SNORING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(RATTLING)

MAN: (ON P.A.)
Paul, phone call on line 3.

Paul, phone call on line 3.

STORE MANAGER:
Excuse me, ma'am?

Hope you plan
on purchasing that doll.

- Yes.
- You do? Okay, great.

Okay, make sure you ring her
for the doll, please.

Is there anything else
we can help you with?

No, uh, thank you.

Okay.

FEMALE CLERK:
It's $27.50.

Do you want that in the bag, too?

Yes, thank you.

Can I help you?

Oh. No, thanks. Just looking.

Jerry, it's Dad.

Now, listen, this craziness
has got to stop.

That nurse you hired for me
is fucking nuts.

Oh, Jerry.

Jerry.

This bitterness between us...
I... I can't take it anymore.

All right. Uh, yes, yes, all right.

I... I... I was a terrible father to you,
and I know that now.

But if that daughter of yours
shows me anything,

it's that you're a great father.

I wanna be part of your family.

I want another chance.

And I want my son back, Georgie.

But first things first.

Uh, that woman has got to go.

(DOOR BELL DINGS)

Hey, George!

Sam!

Are you following me?

What is this place?

Who is Miss Hendricks?

I used to live here before I started
taking care of your grandfather.

And if you don't mind,
I'd like to get back to him.

- I wanna see him.
- Yeah?

When he feels better!

Aah. Fuck.

Fuck!

We haven't officially met.

I'm Sam, a friend of George's.

Hi.

Yeah, I was hoping
we could talk for a minute.

Of course.

Can I get you guys
something to drink?

- Oh, fuck you.
- All right, George, all right.

We don't need any of that.

We're all gonna just sit down,
have a nice little chat

and get to the bottom of this.

As you can see, Michelle,
George here is quite upset.

MICHELLE: Yes.

Well, Sam...

Have you ever dealt with anyone
who's suffering from dementia?

My mother.
God rest her soul.

Then... Then, you understand.

You understand that...
that sufferers of dementia are prone

to wandering and can unknowingly
put themselves in difficult situations,

dangerous situations.

They can be depressed,
even suicidal, paranoid.

Sam, that's why
we had to lock George in.

His family and I.

Yes, uh, we had ourselves

quite a little adventure
getting old George out of his room.

And as you can see,
he's already hurt himself.

So I am just trying to prevent that
from happening again.

You know, my father
told me some details

about some very disturbing
hallucinations my mother had.

She cut her arm
damn near to the bone

before he could get
the knife away from her.

Poor woman.

It unsettled my father to no end,
and he was not a man of many fears.

That's just awful.

What the hell is goin' on here?

Hey, hey, hey, buddy,
I know you don't like it,

but you're going
through a very difficult time.

Listen to the old medic.
It'll get better.

You said you were gonna help me.

I want her out of this house now.

George, what you need is a dose
of good ol' St. John's wort.

It'll do wonders for your attitude.

That's not necessary.

Well, let's just see what we've got.

Uh... uh... Sam, uh...

I don't wanna overmedicate him.

Ah, statins, aspirin.

Sam, why don't we just
all go and sit over there,

and we can all talk
about everything over there.

Recombinant factor?

This is a coagulant!

They give this to wounded soldiers,
for Christ's sake.

- Ah!
- Stop!

(GRUNTS)

- No!
- (SAM GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(MICHELLE PANTING)

(WHISPERS)
You did this.

(NORMAL VOICE)
You did this, George!

Everything around you dies, George!

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- (PANTING)

How 'bout some liquid courage,
George?

This will make you
a little bit more pliable.

(CRYING)
Oh, no. No!

(GRUNTS)
Come on, come on!

You know you want it.

(GEORGE CRYING, COUGHING)

- Hey, girl, you need a hand?
- I'm fine.

But you look like you're having
a little bit of trouble there.

Well, I'm not.

Almost done, okay?

Am I interfering
with your day somehow?

No, no, everything's good.

But if you need me,
I'll be right in there,

inside those doors, sittin' down.

I'm Larry.

I'm sorry, I'm having
a really shitty clay.

- You work here?
- Hells, yeah!

I run this little bit of paradise.

There is something
you could help me with.

Boom.

You know, I didn't even know
that lady had friends.

I figured she was Canadian
or somethin'.

What kind of accident was she in?

Oh, just a car accident.
She'll be fine.

She'll be back in a few days,
I'm sure.

LARRY: Cool, cool.

Uh, yeah, I wasn't worried.

Uh, what are you looking for,
by the way?

Clothes and personal stuff.

Oh, good luck.

I looked through here
a couple days ago.

I didn't find nothing personal.

Hey, sir, I'll be there in a second!

I gotta...

There's a guy, and...

I'm not supposed
to leave you here alone,

but I mean, there's nothin' to steal,

so... if I'm not back before you leave,

just close the door,
and it'll lock on itself.

- Yeah, I'll lock up.
- LARRY: All right, cool.

Oh, uh, also...

I get off in two hours.

I got a one hitter
if you wanna get high.

Oh, I'm good. Thanks.

Suit yourself.

All right!

Did you find
what you were looking for?

Yeah, thanks.

Bye.

MICHELLE:
Don't fade on me now, George.

Come on.

We're gonna play
another memory game.

Do you recognize
what I'm doing to you?

Do you remember this?

What did you do to Sam?

Answer me!

Is this familiar to you?

Vietnam.

They did this to me.

All the time.

It broke us.

Those... ropes and sticks.

Yeah, but you...

You made it home, George.

You made it.

You even won an award for it.

Hey, I wanna make a formal complaint

on behalf of my grandfather
about a nurse.

Was it Hawlings?

No, Anderson.

Michelle.

We have no nurses
by the name of Michelle Anderson.

What about Hendricks?

Are you sure
you're at the right hospital?

NURSE: Could she have worked
at Cedars'?

MICHELLE'S VOICE: Dementia sufferers
are prone to wandering.

You need to stay calm, George.

You could give yourself
another stroke.

And we don't want that.
We have way too much to do.

Breathe in with me.

- Breathe in!
- (GOERGE GROANS)

And now slowly exhale.

- I'm gonna kill you.
- Oh, yeah?

Was it, um,
starting with the little bits first?

Was that? Oh!

Which one, George?

Which one? Is it this one?

What do you want?

What do I want?

What do I want?

I have what I want, George.

I have been looking for you for years.

You made me like this.

Who are you?

Rose Hendricks was my mother.

This was hers.

Hendricks.

You know the name.

I... I don't know what you think I did,
but you got the wrong guy.

No, no, no.

Not this time.

Your tattoo...

...your scars...

They leave an impression
on a young mind.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Grandpa!
- (SIGHS)

Oh, you really care
about her, don't you?

She's got nothing to do with us.

Don't you touch her.

I know you're in there.
I hear you.

I watched my mother be torn apart
piece by piece, George.

(GURGLING)

(COUGHING)

You keep your mouth shut.

Or you'll force me to kill her!

(DOOR CREAKS)

Jesus.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (GASPS)

Put it down.

Put it down.

What did you do
with my grandfather?

He's getting what's been
coming to him.

That necklace.

It wasn't my grandmother's, was it?

No.

(PHONE DISCONNECTED)

(WHISPERS) I really... really didn't wanna
have to hurt you.

(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

(STAIR-STEPS CREAKING)

What did you do
with my granddaughter?

MICHELLE:
She deserved better.

Drop it.

You don't know much
about guns, do you?

I know enough. Put it down.

That's a single-shot rifle.

It's a classic.

Try it. Pull the trigger.

Yeah.

I was there.

I was under the bed.
I saw everything.

I was six years old.

Murderers shouldn't let their picture

be published in the newspaper,
George.

(GUNSHOT)

Did you know
they gave him a medal?

Your father, that gutless wonder,
the Purple Heart!

I found your mother at the ceremony,
and then I followed her home.

I couldn't live with the idea.

She thought he died a hero.

And to make sure she knew
what a coward he was

and how much he'd cost us.

At first, I just thought I'd have
a little fun with her,

you know, a little fun,

but I couldn't stop, no!

Because it came back to me.

It all came back.

Somebody had to pay.
I knew that.

You have to pay
for these things, you know.

So she paid for him.

I'm gonna destroy you.

(GEORGE GROANS)

(WHISPERING)
Don't worry, George.

I'll get a parade when you're dead.

(CHOKING)

(SOBBING)

She didn't hurt you.

What did you do?

It was her or me.

(GEORGE GROANS)

You did those things?

- To her mother?
- Shelby, Shelby...

- Stay away from me!
- Uh, Shelby.

You did this!

(GROANING)

Help, please!

(GROANING STOPS)

JERRY: Hello?

Daddy?

JERRY:
Oh, my God, Dad.

What happened to him?

What happened to him?

I...

I don't know.

Where's his blood thinner?

(GEORGE GROANS)

Shelby?

Shelby, call 911, okay?

Shelby, call 911!

I already did.

Okay, hang in there, Dad.

Okay?

Help's coming, all right?

I did, I called...

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