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So you've been good, right?

I mean, other than this, he seems okay, at least better than how I was picturing.

Not too different than last time I was here.

Hard to tell whether he's in pain, I mean, at least while he's asleep.

But you've been on top of that, yes?

Because I think that's the thing, is for it to be as painless as possible.

The trick is, I guess the thing I'm saying is that I hope we can make this easy on

him, just not make a thing out of anything.

If we disagree, we talk it out without getting heated or yelling or

anything that's going to upset him.

We handle it like adults, like the age we are.

I really don't see what there is to disagree about anyways.

At the end of the day, the hard truth is that he's dying.

There's nothing either one of us can do to stop that from happening.

I'm not trying to be cold, but it's a matter of being there for him, being here.

Things from the past don't matter, not right now.

If there are things to work out, they can wait.

I really hope you agree.

I'm upset, I know you are too, we all are, it's hard, it sucks,

let's not make it harder, okay?

I did see that the DNR never got signed like I asked quite a few times.

I got it, it's not that easy.

Well, it was easy actually, now it's a lot harder.

I'm not making this a thing,

I'm just saying it's harder now that he's not seeing doctors.

I have to figure out how to get Dr. Sanders

here or someone who witnessed his signature,

and it would have been just a lot simpler when you were taking him in.

And I don't know how much time I have, he

has, it's important, it's really important.

He opened his eyes for a bit, that was nice, he knows we're here.

I could tell that made him happy.

I know, I promise I'm not gonna be like this the whole time,

I'm not going to just cry through it all just for now.

It's weird to be away, you know, from Bear Bell and David, that's part of it.

It's really my first time.

Oh, you could have bought them.

No, no, it's good, they're not here, they're fine.

I'd rather the memory be from our last visit, it was better.

That's what hurts about this boy, he was still sick of course,

but he was still so there, so able.

I just didn't think things would get to this, not so suddenly.

I've seen too many movies probably, especially the ones made for children

of Bear Bell these past couple years.

Everything's so nice, bright, even if they get heavy,

there's a beauty and clarity to it all.

This feels so real.

I'm rambling, I'm sorry, it's a jet lag, I get even more emotional when I fly.

Oh, anyway, it's nice that it's us, just us, this is the way it should be,

the way he would want it.

I interrupted something, I'm sorry.

How are you, Rachel?

I feel like we haven't spoken since Thanksgiving, how are you?

I'm all good.

I don't know what you want me to say, I'm good, that's basically it.

Well, she's definitely high, the whole place stinks like weed.

Fuck yeah, my high as a motherfucker.

First thing I do in the morning is I roll a blunt,

then I smoke at least three more throughout the day.

You know why?

Because that's how I do shit.

I don't care that you smoke weed, it's just not right to smoke it in the house

when someone is sick.

My daddy doesn't mind, trust me, I've been smoking around him all this time

and he never had an issue.

In fact, he likes the smell, told me more than a few times.

It's the smoke, the smoke, not the smell, the man is dying, just go outside.

Damn, it took you five minutes, five minutes, right?

To just get in my shit.

A second ago, it was how let's just get along.

Yes, yes, let's settle down, there's no reason for this to become an issue.

Never heard us take her shitty weed and smoke it outside.

Shitty weed?

Oh please, now I get top shelf,

not that dog shit you smoked all day long, right?

You think I forgot that?

That was high school, I've grown up quite a lot since then, unlike others.

Grown out, still a bitch.

Rachel, Katie, no, let's just stop.

Look.

Hi, were you trying to find this?

Please, please, come, sit down.

I'm sorry, we were just doing-

No, I don't need to apologize.

I understand what a stressful situation is, it's natural.

It's a hard time.

While my partner Mirabel was in the room with your father,

I was hoping to talk you through where we are at the moment.

Mirabela, that's my daughter's name.

Really?

It's a beautiful name.

She's three.

Oh, that's nice.

It's also very nice that you're all here at a time like this.

It's not always like that.

Things happen in families, sometimes

people can't be here because of medical reasons,

sometimes it's just, you know, other things.

I understand his wife passed some years ago?

He was married twice.

Yes, she did breast cancer about 20 years ago, right?

Sorry to hear that.

I don't know what that process was like,

but I think it would be helpful to understand the process here

and out your father's off food and liquid.

I, or Mirabel, or both of us if possible,

will be here each morning around this time,

but you will have my number.

I'll do my best to answer any questions or come here if need be.

It will be us, you call, when he does pass.

We can make the declaration of death unless a medical reason

brings him to the hospital beforehand.

Oh, I'm sorry, it's just so weird that's her name.

I keep picturing my daughter when you mention her.

Please go on.

Sorry.

So, it's good news that your father responds well to the pain treatment.

His cancer is very advanced and when we are in pain,

our bodies naturally try to fight it even if it's actually just hurting us more.

His ease will possibly quicken the process in an organic way.

That's really the big difference between hospice and hospital care,

which aims to extend life.

As painless as possible is our goal always,

but another thing is it's not just our bodies

that affect the length of time it takes to pass.

I can't tell you the science on this,

but I can tell you in the 12 years I've been working in hospices,

become very clear to me that the mind is just as big a factor as the body.

And that's really where you can be a huge help in case he's holding on,

not wanting to go out of fear.

You can help by letting him know by reassuring him that it's okay.

The mind doesn't have the power to heal or reverse the disease,

not the stage it is, but if he knows he'll be okay,

that you all will be okay.

It could mean a great deal.

Sorry, Angel, right?

Angel, that's quite a name considering what you do.

I wanted to ask you, my father was supposed to sign a DNR,

a Do Not Resuscitate form,

but for whatever reason, it didn't happen while he was still going to his doctors.

It's still very important to him though,

which is one of the reasons why I wanted to know how much time he had.

I get it, it's not a simple math equation.

Well, he wasn't clear.

Sounds like it could happen anytime, or it could be a few days, maybe longer.

I mean, you should see him, he doesn't look well.

It was only a month ago I saw him, I think,

but it seems like years looking at him now.

The plan is, at least a moment, I'll stay here.

We all will take turns watching over.

We'll be together when it happens.

I'm sure that if I left, the moment I left and got too far away to rush back

is when it would happen, you know?

Can you hear that?

That's Christina singing to him in his room right now.

I don't know, let's just open up the Grateful Dead.

I would kill him right away.

He hated that music as much as I did.

She's fine, she's good.

At least she appears to be, like always.

Hope the singing doesn't go on too much.

Could kill me.

She's...

She's exactly who she's always been.

I asked her to do one simple thing at the damn DNR sign,

which now is much more complicated to do.

I was hoping the hospice guy could help,

but it really seems I need to somehow get a physician here to the house

and time it again somehow to know when he's awake and somewhat coherent.

She's out now.

I asked her to stop smoking weed in the house and she got all upset.

It's like she can't even wait till he's dead so the apartment will be hers.

See if I give a fuck when she goes in here after that.

Not my responsibility.

Rachel, what are you doing?

You know you can't be doing that out here.

Victor!

[crying]

What the fuck are you doing, man?

What the hell was that?

You shouldn't be doing your whole shit here.

That's the problem.

Shit's legal now.

What, are you stuck in the 90s on your last place?

I smoke every night, but when I get home inside my own apartment,

you know how it is here.

These people lose it when someone smokes a cigarette out here.

They ask me to call the cops.

It's crazy.

But why aren't you inside, where I can't just call you with a complaint

and you can tell me to go fuck myself?

Okay, uh, last one.

Yeah, it's my bitch-ass sister.

She's trying to tell me the smoke is killing our dad.

How is Vinnie?

Oh, he's fucking dying.

We've been back because of my weed smoke.

She's just a fucking...

It's always gotta be something.

And then she's got me out here trying to chill, getting yelled at by you.

I mean, no disrespect.

You know I love you, Victor, but she's the one you should be yelling at, not me.

I'm just trying to maintain, you know?

Hey, do you want to come in and join us?

The nurse is about to show up and we could all circle around her

before she gets here.

We could sing to him.

Or if he want you and he could be alone together, that's fine too.

He's just sleeping, but he looks super peaceful.

Are you sure?

Okay.

Well, if you change your mind.

I don't want you to feel like we've invaded your space at all.

Christina?

Christina?

Christina?

Here.

This is what's in here.

Not just one bag of apples, three bags.

And you know what?

All of them are old.

They've gone soft.

And that's it.

Seriously, you can see for yourself.

Three bags of apples, some old condiments for who knows when, and that's it.

I mean, really, how old is she?

I can right now now do some shopping.

No, I'll go.

But that's not the point.

Damien is nine and he can take better care of himself.

The moment dad wasn't able, I mean, this is all she got.

And that's just the last few weeks.

What the hell is going to happen to her afterwards?

I can tell you one thing.

It's not going to be us.

You live halfway across the country and I'm a family to take care of.

And I have enough on my plate with my own.

More than enough.

She's so fucked.

But it can't become my problem.

She's out shopping right now.

Yeah, she's staying here too.

We're taking shifts watching over him.

There's a nurse in with him now.

She comes for four hours each day right now.

It's fine.

No, I can't guess how long.

No, I can't.

I don't want to guess, but I think I'll be home soon.

It's fine.

It's fine.

Things.

I really just want to hear how things are there.

Are you guys having fun?

See if they go right back to the teams.

Yes.

Here's Jack.

Here's Jack.

Hanks in the air and commits the offensive foul.

Personal foul on Jack.

They got him with Eric.

Nice rip through the move.

But watch the inside or left arm.

Good call.

He's clearly done it.

I can't see how they can go to Philly.

And I can't happen with them again.

I can't think of other students.

I'm still doing both.

I think they don't have a home for me or more.

I'm so happy.

No, you don't have to get on track.

Starting by the began the game.

Break Decker out.

The other two cut you like symptoms.

Is that her?

Yes.

Yes, please.

My angel.

Yes, yes, it's me.

It's not me.

Oh, my sweet beautiful Mirabella.

Have you been missing me?

I heard you've been having so much fun with Papa.

No, no, no.

I'm crying because I'm just so happy to be here.

And your voice mommy is not sad.

She's she's happy because she loves you and cannot wait to see you.

Mirabella, do you know what?

I met a woman today.

She helps people.

She's like a doctor.

Well, she is.

She's a doctor.

And guess what her name is?

How does he seem?

He's so asleep.

We have another half hour with the nurse.

Alla, Alan's the one.

Alan's the one.

Alan's the one.

She's nice.

Do we feed her?

There's enough.

I can ask.

Maybe.

Yes.

She probably wants to get home.

Who knows how long she has to travel.

But yes, I think.

Let's offer.

If anything will help.

She doesn't hate us.

And what about her?

I don't want to intrude on her privacy.

If there did not take kink with her,

you would have hoped with her key.

If there gave her go to the kinks of the go.

I'll let her know there's food and she's invited.

Right.

Right.

I made food for her.

You can tell her that.

I made food for her if she wants.

Let the nurse know and then let her know.

Anything green.

I have no idea why.

If it's green, she won't eat it.

We have seriously considered dying her food.

Just a little fruit color.

Seriously.

I mean, she wouldn't know if a cucumber was purple.

Oh, no.

Confuse her and she gets older.

Well, you can count on that.

Won't be the only thing.

Lots of things to confuse them when they get older.

Things become a bit better.

With Tracy, better is relative.

What do you mean better?

Is she talking to us?

Yes.

Is she a full of shit snotty teenager most of the time?

Treating us, me especially, like an enemy whose only job as a parent

is to stop her from doing what she wants?

Yes.

I know.

I know.

Let's not.

Okay.

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How do you like the food?

What's that?

Food.

The food that I made.

Are you enjoying it?

Yeah.

I like the food that you made.

Thank you for making the food that you made.

The food that you made tastes good.

I got a parley go and I'm on the final team.

That's why I'm looking at my phone.

I am working.

You mean you're watching a game that you bet on?

Yeah.

I bet on four one three.

So, ten bucks make two seventy.

You think watching will change its outcome?

Thank you for the dinner.

[clinking]

What's your night in the wash or dishes?

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That's funny.

Your shirt.

Oh yeah.

I found it in one of the boxes in a room.

I really should go through them all and take with me what I want.

Get rid of the rest.

But yeah, I was happy to find it.

You still love them.

But you don't still go to shows, do you?

I've been known to drive a few hours if need be.

John Mayer.

Sure.

It's your family's family.

Why don't you sleep here with them until four?

I can't sleep when I know they have to get to school.

I was texting all three of them.

Jay's worse than the kids, but he got them there.

So that's something.

Tracy's kept breakfast of course.

I slept a bit before.

I'll get some more later.

You know she hasn't done a shift, right?

Who?

Oh yeah.

I'm not sure.

I should probably get back in there with him.

I'll just get some water.

You don't find that strange?

Once we get here, she steps back from all responsibility.

The coffee's still hot.

Thank you.

I'm working on his obituary.

Would be good if he could read over when you can.

Yes, I understand that.

But if he can't do it, I need someone to come here

who can authorize his signature.

This is extremely important to him.

I understand that, yes, but here we are.

And now he's too sick to go anywhere.

He can die any minute, so really I just need a solution.

Yes, please.

I'll wait.

That's going to be Angel and Mirabella.

Yeah, okay.

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Hey.

Morning.

Rachel, right?

Do you want to put some clothes on and join us?

Angel was just telling us about where he thinks things are.

Sure.

How about some coffee?

So, yeah, I was saying your sister's dad, Vincent, appears to me

to be much further along than when I saw him yesterday.

I don't want to imply that I know when he will pass.

I say my guesses have been as wrong as much as they have been right,

and I have seen a few people in a similar condition

as your father hold on for a lot longer than I would have thought.

I'm just saying, please prepare yourself,

especially for him to become even less coherent.

Have you been able to have any conversations recently?

Yes, I mean small ones.

There are windows.

When he says a few words in response to something,

he's thought I was someone I'm not or is

asked for something that doesn't make sense.

He still seems to think that he has work or a deadline of some kind.

Work is a big one.

I mean, even if the job sucked, you know,

and the person couldn't wait for the day to retire,

even still, it could be the cycle of familiarity that's needed right now.

I'm hoping that you all will, if you want,

take any windows you can to say anything you feel must be said.

If you want.

That would be the time.

This DNR form.

Right.

It's very hard to get someone here,

and now with what you were saying, it feels even more impossible.

Yes, yes, I understand this is really important for you.

For him.

I know what happens.

What can happen without one.

EMT has cracked the ribs of my close friend's mother,

almost all of them trying to bring her back after she just about passed peacefully.

The poor lady was left brain dead for another three weeks,

completely broken and bruised.

And that's not something my father wants.

When he goes, he should be allowed to go.

You understand that, right?

I do. I do.

Sometimes, sometimes people don't call EMT right away

when they believe their loved one has passed away.

Sometimes they're not completely sure.

And that can delay that call for a while.

No.

Right.

Right.

But what happens if you suddenly need to go to the hospital for some reason?

I am a firm believer and do not resuscitate orders.

I just can't sign them.

Yeah.

Here's the thing.

I get it that you don't want to go into his room.

Sure.

I was there till 4am, and Christine has basically been in there since.

Though it would be appreciated.

But look, everyone deals with death their own way,

and I'm not going to tell you what to do.

That's between you and him, and however you think you should run your life.

But what I am going to ask you to do is not act like a teenager

and sneak smoking in the bathroom.

It's not sneaking.

The whole place reeks of it.

And I'm not even asking for you to do it for him,

even though he can't speak for himself.

I'm asking for me.

I'm asking you to respect me and my wishes

and while he's alive and I'm here to smoke outside.

That's it.

Afterwards, this will be your place.

Your name is on the lease.

You'll be free to do whatever you want, and I will have no say.

You want only rotten apples in the fridge?

Not my business.

You want to do bong hits all day and all night?

Not my business.

But for now, whenever you step outside to smoke,

think I am respecting Katie, and I'll know you are respecting me.

Okay?

Sure.

I don't want to hear about it, Victor.

I'm not in the mood.

Rachel.

Look, I love you, Victor, but truly fuck off.

Just call whoever you want, do whatever you want.

I really do not give a fuck.

Shit's legal is all I know.

Goddamn right.

They'll fuck out of here with that bullshit.

How you doing?

You doing okay?

You know, you know, just found a good bye.

I, yeah, I do know.

I sure do know, brother.

I say take a seat, but I see you got the little ones with you.

That's all good.

Help.

They'll be out here soon enough.

Don't worry about it.

Why you not a big fatty of their own, huh?

Don't I know it.

Don't I know it.

Fucking kids.

I came out, thought I'd get a bit of air.

It's easy to forget the outside exists.

You know, it's good to step out and take a breath.

I haven't sat here for a long time, probably years, but it's nice.

I forgot about it.

But I definitely remember taking some time

out here just so that I remember needing it.

Strange the things we forget, the things that are good for you,

like just stepping out of things for a minute.

How are you?

I know this can't be easy having Katie and I invade your space the way we have.

It's not my space.

No, well, it is.

I mean, it's dad's and yours, but you know, soon.

It will be yours.

I'm planning on getting my storage out, either in the garbage or back home with me.

I'm sorry I left things in there as long as I have.

I won't leave you with that.

I don't care.

It's not my role, not my business.

I do.

And I'm just saying there's no reason for it to stay there.

I have plenty of space.

Too much space.

I guess enough for another child when the time comes,

but we're both a handful as it is, you know.

It's hard to imagine too, but they say it gets easier.

That's what they say at least.

I know David's ready.

What about you?

What about me?

James, do you want children?

I'm sorry, but you're crazy.

No offense, just kind of nuts.

I am.

What do you mean crazy?

How and what way, really?

I don't know.

Maybe it's all those cookie mushrooms and shit you took.

Fucking Grateful Dead.

I mean, that's some wacky shit.

Yeah.

Right.

You know, you know it's not really like that.

I'm sure for some, but it was never about that.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm just playing.

I'm high.

That's it.

Forget it.

No, no, I am not thinking of having kids.

It's fine.

Trust me.

I got it a lot in the past.

People have this picture of naked in the mud and all that woodstock stuff,

but the truth is the shows it's just a group of people who look out for each other.

That's it.

But everyone connected by this one love of

music, which allows them to connect and to

relate and to care.

It's for people who haven't found that anywhere else.

Weren't given that and had to find it for themselves.

Yeah.

At least for some, not everyone.

I should probably walk for a bit.

I'll pick up some food.

Do you want anything specific?

Anything in particular?

No, I'm good.

Thanks.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

Yep.

See you soon.

I was given your number from Dr. Robert

Sanders office as a potential place that can make a

house call.

Well, my father, my father is very sick.

He's dying.

Thanks.

Yes.

And he wants to sign a do not resuscitate form, but it's too sick to come in.

Yes.

He's conscious.

I mean, not all the time.

He's in hospice care here at home.

Do you think the doctor will-

Hey, Katie.

His breathing has gotten really strange.

Something's happening.

Katie.

Rachel.

You should come.

His breathing.

Something's wrong.

Yeah.

I'm not getting hit.

There's no reason I'm responding.

Okay.

Um, okay.

I think we should call number one.

No, no, no, no, no.

We should.

No, no, no.

I think I should call Angel.

Okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Oh my God.

That was crazy.

I had to get off.

I don't know.

Well, I do know that that butter is strong.

Damn it.

Can't count about it.

It's already ready.

I see you're celebrating.

I can believe it.

I knew there was a reason why I got one.

Don't be for celebrating life.

But hey, I'll worry some.

Just a little bit.

Angel said he was going to be here soon.

You know, we really shouldn't be partying.

When he gets here, that could be a bad luck.

Angel.

Angel's death.

More like it.

Just drink it.

Cheers to dad.

You got what you were saying before, right, Angel?

Don't call him or anyone else.

He'll dad's good and dead.

Make sure the guy's not breathing and then to him.

I should go back to his room and make sure things are steady.

Angel's death comes in and plucks him away.

Go on.

Don't do that.

Stop doing that.

No, you need to see both.

They have money on both.

It doesn't matter.

Just watch one.

Just fuck going back and forth.

Pick whichever one matters more and stick to it.

I don't even know what's going on with the other of us.

Just back and forth.

Back and forth.

Right?

Thank you.

You did it.

Thanks.

We have to go outside and smoke, dad.

We're going the other way.

It's been requested.

I'm watching the game.

Sorry, it's not worth it.

It's no problem at all.

It's my job.

I'm glad you called when I was close enough to come as quick as I could.

Another 30 minutes would have been ahead to Queens.

Well, obviously, we're happy that he's still with us.

But about the sound he made when his breathing got hard,

my concern, our concern, is that he's in pain.

Yes, and Mirabelle should be looking into this right now.

Tolerance to the drip definitely goes up, as does pain.

For sure.

I suggest we increase the morphine.

It's just a fine line that we must figure out.

Enough to help, but not to kill.

Mirabelle is ready.

She'll come out and tell us.

But you see what I was saying before, right?

We could have called 911.

We would have if the breathing continued like that for a while.

It was clear he was in pain, and we don't know what to do.

I do.

I did.

Trust me, the last thing anyone wants is that in between place.

We all want him to transition as peaceful as possible.

Mirabelle should be at help.

She'll tell us exactly how much more it can be administered.

And what if the same thing happens?

He's in pain, and we give him more than what she recommends.

You can't intentionally do that.

That's looked upon as murder in this city, in most of this country,

at this time, even if it is as for by the patient.

The only way you could do that is to make a mistake for it to be unintentional.

Maybe someone didn't measure the amount correctly.

Sometimes if the amount is just over, it can be lethal.

I don't know.

But mistakes have been made, and accidents are natural, right?

I'm sorry that he was in pain.

I understand how terrible that must have been for you to witness,

but here he is with you and not in the hospital

with hope that things will continue ahead as peaceful as possible.

Angel of motherfucking death.

Did I call it or did I call it?

He's trying to be helpful.

He had the one who's asking him.

Oh, I know.

And he is.

Trust me, I appreciate it.

I'm not aiming to overdose our dad accidentally,

as Angel was suggesting.

I just don't want him to be hurting.

We should figure out to know while the nurse is still here.

Okay.

You don't want to go there this morning.

You want one?

There's at least two glasses left in this bottle.

There's another we want to get.

Rachel.

Yeah.

Is there a problem?

Is there a problem?

You tell me.

Look, please don't start, all right?

We smoke outside like you asked.

Now we're back in my room taking care of ourselves.

You don't think it's a bit weird.

I mean, it's kind of strange, no?

Having a random person over to the house now at a time like this,

you really think it's right to have a stranger here

when he may pass it any minute?

He's not random.

Then you and I have been hanging out for a while now.

Just because you don't know him doesn't mean he's a stranger.

And Daddy, like, you're not a stranger.

And Daddy likes him, that's what matters.

Okay.

Okay.

I think you should go a little bit easier on her.

All she has is easy.

I mean, it was terrifying.

I was so sure he was going.

His breathing sounded crazy.

His face.

Can I help him get that image out of my mind?

He has to give him more now he's sleeping.

I don't know if there'll be any more windows.

I'm okay.

At least that means I should be coming home soon.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Katie started drinking a few hours ago,

and you know her and Rachel.

It's just...

Anyways, it's okay.

Everything's fine.

[phone ringing]

What a story.

That's Finn.

Third Street quarterback.

Dundered for the national championship.

What?

Nothing.

I just don't need to be dealing with your sleeping ass in a minute.

I don't have to deal with it already.

I'm feeling nice.

I'm not going to sleep.

Definitely don't put me with those bitches you read outside.

Come on.

Those are my sisters.

I can call them bitches you can't.

Yeah, sure.

Those are your sisters telling you to smoke outside.

This is your fucking home.

It's the Fruity Amour and I don't need the drama.

Okay.

Okay, just slow your voice.

Okay, but you know that's some bullshit, right?

And you know you don't need to do this shit that they say.

It's been you this whole time in this house taking care of your dad.

And suddenly it's their place they've been doing it.

Get the fuck out of here.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Please quiet for me.

Like you're just yelling.

All I'm saying is...

Your sister lives where?

Brooklyn?

And she comes in when?

Once a month at best.

Not even that.

That is some bullshit and you know she needs to be called out on it too.

And the other one by looking at her you can

tell she's not even on this fucking planet.

All right.

Oh, I'm good at it.

Yes, I'm good at it.

If I can see one thing is if somebody's full of shit or out of their mind.

And that ain't you.

You know, either of those things.

Look, they may act like they got it, but they don't.

Okay?

You understand?

I got it.

After leaving the Coast Guard, Vincent took night classes in business at BMCC

where he fell in love with the quiet, green-eyed girl sitting behind him.

She became Margaret Dyson in 1978.

And they became the loving parents to two daughters.

Margaret succumbed to breast cancer in 1994

after a long battle with Vincent always by her side.

Three years later...

Three years later, Vincent married Sarah Brodsky,

whose young daughter he raised as his own.

Sarah also preceded Vincent in death after her own battle.

You know, there's enough food for the both of you

in case you want to tell Rachel and join us.

Okay, thanks.

Well, nice meeting you.

Oh, we remember you.

Before.

It wasn't even that long ago.

Maybe a few months.

You don't remember?

I'm not sure.

No, no, I don't.

But I guess it was the last time you were here.

Maybe.

Because that was a while ago, right?

Actually, it was right here.

Right in this room.

Me and Vinnie were watching a game.

Bucks, Bulls.

We did that a lot, actually.

We watched a lot of games together.

That's nice.

It sure was.

It always made me feel at home here.

And I always look forward to seeing them.

I mean, sometimes we not even say anything.

We didn't just sit and watch.

We just watched.

You have to tell us when we talk.

Just bullshit.

Talk about life.

Things like that.

Old people.

Someone like that.

I mean, not all of them, but I can't even get along with them.

They sometimes got this wiseness.

It's just there.

It isn't.

That's what I liked about Benson right from the jump.

I could tell the moment that he saw me,

he understood certain things that I'm not going to say.

That I don't need to say because I'm like that, too.

Well, sounds like you both had a good relationship.

That's great to hear.

I mean, I can figure people out, too.

They don't even have to say anything.

I can get the whole deal.

For most of it, at least.

Yeah, it's easy when someone's looking at me,

but really looking through me.

I'm not sure I'm following you.

If you'd rather not join us,

I'm just saying there's enough food for you both.

You're welcome to take two plates in with you, too.

You see?

And I get what you're doing.

I mean, maybe that's obvious,

but I can see before we even said a word.

It's about walking by both of you.

I think you're misunderstanding things.

I'm not misunderstanding shit.

Definitely not misunderstanding.

Understanding.

Even the act of offering food is ownership.

Did you ever think of that?

I think I've sat at this table

more times than the two of you have for years.

It's our fault.

Yes, but who do you think has been here?

She's not gonna stick up for herself.

I mean, Rachel, she can handle herself versus

one of the things I love about that girl,

but she doesn't stick up for herself.

Especially around YouTube.

Who are you?

I think we got it.

Thank you.

Definitely heard enough.

No, no, no, no, no.

You did not, because just maybe you wouldn't be

acting like you've been here all this time.

Who's been taking your old man to the bathroom?

Or who's...

Who's fed up the pills in that stupid plastic container

with the days on it just the way that I watched my mom

do the same thing for her father when he was passed.

Okay.

I'm gonna call her.

I think it's time for you to step out of our face.

I can smell whatever you've been drinking from here.

Fucking whore girl fed him.

And when he stopped wanting to eat anything but apples,

who was slicing them and feeding them to him?

You don't understand that.

Goddamn it.

Rachel, get your fucking drunk ass boyfriend

out of our fucking faces or whatever the fuck he is.

I don't want him here.

He needs to go.

Come on, Rachel.

Let's just get to it.

I want to say five minutes.

Is that okay?

Can I say goodbye?

Sure.

Of course.

They're coming in with me.

Stay out here.

[DOORBELL]

[DOORBELL]

Oh, boy.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

It's been so helpful having you come and watch over these hours each day.

It was just a moment just to be out of the room at the same time.

Just catch our breath, you know?

Sometimes it gets a bit much all packed in together.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Things became stressful.

I guess you're safe at all.

That's no problem.

So tomorrow five p.m.?

Yes.

Unless something happens before then.

Alcohol is so...

It feels like...

I don't know.

We'll see what tomorrow is like, but I don't know how much longer.

He's not doing well.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I know you have to leave.

Really, thank you for today.

We'll see you tomorrow, I'm sure.

(ominous music) (water splashing)

Rachel?

Rachel, can I say something?

Anyway, just be--

I'm interested.

I'm sitting there.

I'm not interested in what you said.

What, I'm trying to say--

Okay, here's the thing, all right?

We don't have to say anything to each other.

There's nothing we said, there's nothing I wanna hear.

You just do what you have to do while you're here,

and afterwards that'll be it.

We don't have anything to do with each other.

We can just stay out of each other's way until then.

That's not very practical,

nor is that what I think is right.

Well, this isn't about you.

No, it's not, it's not about either of us.

It's about our father.

Oh, our father, that's funny.

You know, you call him our father

when you watch something for me.

Usually you say, "My father."

That'd be ridiculous.

What's going on here?

Well, I'm trying to apologize to her,

but as you can see--

Fuck your apology, for real.

Nice, nice.

You slam the door when he's dying next door,

you're a fucking split bitch.

What the fuck are you doing?

I know what you're doing.

You know what you're doing.

You know what you're doing.

No, you have no idea.

I will fucking destroy you.

Yes, you're a fucking punk, that's it.

You're a leeching, broke ass, you need it.

You need to get this thing out of here.

Bring it on, you bitch.

Stop it!

Stop it!

I hate you both, you're both fucking assholes,

you're the whole fucking king!

Christina, where are you going?

(door slams)

(sighs)

Hey, I just left his room to back, he's doing okay.

Why did you back?

I think I should have known for a bit.

It's late.

I think we'd do good if I leave.

If something changes, just let me know and I'll come back.

Something is going to change, you know that.

Christina, I don't know what you want of me.

Clearly there's an issue with the three of us.

I didn't even know it was between us.

Regardless, she lives here, you live far away,

it makes sense for me to be the one to step out for a while.

He's going to die and you will not be here

and you'll never forgive me, I'm so,

I don't want you to leave, I want the three of us

to figure something out, some way that we can do

what we can to get along, at least for now.

I thought we were just fine, you and I.

That was a surprise.

Katie, I was mad.

I got angry, allow me to say things, okay?

I was scared.

(phone beeping)

Hey, let's sit down.

All three of us, we can leave this door open,

we hear something's happening.

I don't know, you're always gonna die while we're talking.

No, I don't think so.

Especially if we can hear that we're all talking together.

(phone beeping)

(phone beeping)

I don't think she's gonna join.

(phone beeping)

Hey. Hey.

Katie's been working on dad's obituary.

Okay.

She was writing it to me earlier,

and hearing what she wrote made me think

we each have very different stories.

Who he is, who he was to each of us.

We were all raised by him, but at different times,

we had different lives, even if it was in the same home.

I mean, both of you had moved out before,

I was even a teenager, so it makes sense

that we are different.

I am sorry for what I said earlier.

I do not hate either of you.

I do not think you are both assholes.

I was mad, I was scared, it was everything,

I did not want to happen.

I apologize.

Shit, whenever, that wasn't the problem.

I mean, it's all good.

Yeah, no need to apologize, but apology accepted.

Yeah, it's fine, Christina, apology accepted, of course.

I apologize, you got caught between things.

Well-- I was trying to say sorry too,

earlier, before things went out of hand.

Sorry for what?

Well, for one thing, criticizing you

about the apples being in there.

I hadn't known they were for dad, I'm sorry, I wish I did.

And that makes all the difference.

The apples tell you all you need to know.

It was one thing, it was a thing I assumed incorrectly.

Anything else?

Sure.

From the beginning, I've understood I was in your place.

Bullshit, it's your place too.

I know it, you know it.

But you live here, you were on the lease.

All right, that's the second time you mentioned this,

Alicia, what is that, what are you trying to say?

You brought it up too, outside, so what's up with this?

Nothing, just the fact, when he dies,

this becomes your place.

And you think that's what I want,

that I give a shit about the place.

Sorry, let's just keep our voices down,

we need to be able to hear his room, okay?

I don't think either of us are trying to imply

anything other than what's understood.

Understood.

Come on, Rachel, of course you care about him.

But this place is a good deal, let's be truthful about it.

Nobody has rent like this in the city,

I mean just about, it doesn't exist.

This is good, I'm happy for you, I want you to have it.

Well then, fuck it, I don't want it.

No, don't be silly, why would you leave?

Because then, we're done with each other,

and I leave my shit to run.

This doesn't make any sense, Christina,

can you explain what this is all about?

I'm not sure.

Okay, don't play fucking dumb.

Fuck you.

Hey, hey, hey, everyone stop.

(phone beeping)

Everything's okay.

I think what Rachel is asking

is what connects us after he's gone.

Not us, I mean, you two is clear.

Yeah, and I get it with you, Christina,

like you live thousands of miles away,

you got your kid, probably gonna pop out a bunch more,

you got your life, you know,

this shitty ain't your thing, I get it.

So you only care about your relationship with Katie?

Oh fuck no, no you at least act

like we have something more in common.

See, this is what I was trying to say,

we each have our own stories,

but we don't know the others, we assume we do.

But maybe, you just, well, maybe before I pop out

some more kids, which is fucking disgusting by the way.

It's true.

No, nothing pops, there's no popping,

that's not the way it is.

Okay, whatever, it looks like popping to me.

Okay, well before I choose to go my family,

if I choose to, there are things I was hoping to do.

Like once.

What could you possibly need to do?

Like, your life is perfect, I know it, everyone knows it,

you let everyone know.

Is that what you think?

Is that what you think I'm saying

when I show you pictures of Mirabella

or talk about my life?

Katie, is that what it comes off as to you?

(laughs) Damn it, for real, damn it, that's not at all what I bet,

that's not.

Hey, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to say anything

to hurt you, okay?

I guess I thought it was kind of obvious,

like I never hear you complain about anything,

I guess Mirabella won't eat or green vegetables or something,

I mean hey, that's just me, like you gotta just

forget what I said.

What was it you were hoping to do before having more kids?

I was hoping to form a relationship with you,

for one thing.

That's the way, Christina.

That is, I thought we had a relationship,

now a real one, and it is what it is.

Look, let's just forget him.

You know, we're different types of people,

you know, you two, at least, you know,

you share blood, you have the same mother and father,

well duh, I know that, anybody's my dad too,

is what I'm saying, you know, he's my dad too,

just as much as he has both of yours.

But you also had another dad.

Who I never fucking knew, who died

when I was four fucking years old.

But he was still your father,

and when he was Vincent was ours.

Here it is.

This is what this is all about.

I did not have a father before him.

Right?

What part of that, don't you understand?

He's been daddy to me, so that's my dad over there.

In here, fucking dying, you know,

is my dad, that is my dad, okay?

I know, I know, I'm not saying he's not, I'm just--

Shh.

(sighs)

(phone beeps)

And just because I don't complain

doesn't mean I don't have issues.

I've been here for him, not this stupid place.

Oh my God.

(sighs)

(sighs)

I think I actually found someone

to come over, a doctor, to get that form signed.

That's good.

I'm sorry, you're stretching.

No, it's fine, I'm just finishing.

You want some coffee?

Sure.

(sighs)

(sighs)

The thing is, getting dad to appear with it

when the doctor's here.

Yeah, that may be tricky.

He really didn't say anything to me last night.

He mumbled a few times, but nothing I understood.

Same.

Do you think it'd be wrong to give him coffee?

Okay, maybe not.

We just need one more window of clarity, that's it.

I know he has it in him.

That coffee's good, thank you.

(sighs)

I'm sorry about last night, it got out of hand.

Me too.

There's something I realized yesterday

after we all spoke together.

It's silly, I should have realized it years ago,

but didn't for whatever reason.

That her mother died, and so did ours.

It's just something else we haven't commented besides dad.

We never talked about it when it happened to her.

You were young.

Yeah, we all were.

Probably too young to talk about it in any real way.

(somber music)

(piano music)

(knocking)

The doctor's here.

Can you get the get to the ghetto wittegate

while I sit at Tohit again?

You want some coffee?

Just make some.

We have water and juice as well.

He's just right back here.

The nurse isn't coming to help me,

but hopefully we can get him up.

Dad?

Dad, how are you doing?

I'm Christina, this is our father, Vincent.

Let's pull the lever, so let's pop the buttons

so sit him up there.

No, he's just going to be just faster.

He was saying a few words.

(piano music)

Look, babe.

Yeah, okay.

Guess we'll just do it.

I wish you hadn't seen him, but.

(laughing)

Well, that was nothing to get word out about.

He basically just needed a pulse.

$550, I've been out 10 months.

Must be a nice flight, but yeah, at least it's done.

Well, tell her she has to.

This is not something up for debate.

This can't be this thing where I am the bad person.

I'm the mean mother.

Things are hard enough here.

I'm like that here.

I don't understand how I became my person to everyone.

It's not fair.

It's not who I am.

No one gives me space to be anything else.

Nothing, forget it.

Okay.

Let Tracy do whatever she wants.

It's out of my hands.

Let's talk later.

Oh, you're just a good little baby boy, a big boy, huh?

Slobbering around like a little big boy.

Yeah, this is a good dog, huh?

Does this dog eat like a horse side bet?

Hello.

Yep, that's right.

You got it.

I should open earlier, you know that?

When is this 10 a.m. bullshit?

That's why this neighborhood is calling a shit.

I should open up my own bond store at 24 hours.

No bullshit, just take your shit and get the fuck out of here.

Yeah, fucking wholesale, huh?

All right, man.

I'm not really gonna open it, so don't worry about that.

Morning.

Oh, hello.

How you doing?

Uh, can't complain.

That's good, that's good.

Just came out from seeing your father.

You were able to get that DNR form signed, I see.

Yes, yes, a doctor came this morning.

And he was able to sign it?

I mean, he was aware of what's going on?

Yes.

That's a surprise.

I mean, that's good.

What I was just about to tell your sisters is,

I know this is hard to hear,

but I would be very surprised

if your father is conscious again.

Thankfully, he appears to be comfortable.

In terms of what happens after,

both Mirabel and I will be here as soon as we possibly can

and handle as much as we can.

But there are certain things

that we won't be able to answer, though.

Exactly when you realize he's passed.

If you could try to note it, then of course, you know,

this doesn't have to be to the second.

We understand that.

Pick a minute in the timeframe when you are able.

Maybe try to decide between you all who will do what,

who will make calls, who will document.

You will need each other.

It's good that there are three of you.

It feels like you're saying this is it.

Wait, we are here now at the end.

But listening yesterday,

no offense, but we know he's dying.

Like, we get it.

You say, "Can't say when,"

but then you come here and say, "This is it.

Every day, I don't want to speak for them,

but it is just wearing on me," you know?

It's a lot.

It's been a lot of time to say goodbye.

I mean, it was definitely yesterday.

It's been today.

I'm sorry if I've come off as alarmist.

That is definitely not my intention.

It's just that things have been ending.

That's why I'm here.

We know, and you've been great.

Trust me, we are grateful.

It was a late night.

I couldn't help it.

The dude's here every day saying he's gonna die.

He's bad enough as it is, but he's traumatic as fuck.

I know, I know.

Good morning.

Your dad is gonna die.

May I have some coffee?

What's wrong with you two?

I'm sorry.

I should keep my mouth closed.

No, you're right.

He should switch it up just for a bit.

Say he should be juggling soon

just to see if we're listening.

Juggling?

You have something random, anything.

Juggling, why juggling?

That doesn't mean I'll juggle.

He could do that thing where the quarter disappears.

Oh yeah.

Okay, well.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Your dad should be disappearing a quarter anytime soon.

I like that.

That makes sense.

You're stoned, but yeah, I agree.

Are you gonna go in there?

If you want, I'm not pushing you,

but if you want to be there with us or without us,

I hope you'll say.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go in there.

I'll call if anything happens,

if a quarter begins to disappear.

I'm not planning on our relationship just ending

after he's gone.

What relationship is that?

Well, what do you want it to be?

No, you pick up the phone.

Tracy!

(buzzer)

What happened?

I'm getting ready, what?

Tracy?

I don't know.

Tracy?

I don't know, but I think these two

are gonna be some point this fall

and these defense are matching.

Tracy, listen to me.

I need you to stop and hear me.

Do not do that.

Tracy, I'm asking you to not.

Tracy!

Are you sure you don't want half the waste?

No, I really don't, I agree.

(door opens)

I know it's weird, but it says to do that.

Yeah, it's fine.

Really, I can't make it anything?

I'm hungry all the time here.

Really?

Do you want a break?

I can go on and sit with him if you like.

I'm fine, do you want to be in there with him?

Because of course we can be in there together.

It's fine, I'm just waiting.

No, it's fine, I just think I need it.

You know where Rachel went to?

No.

(door opens)

(knocking)

Christina?

(knocking)

Christina?

Hey.

Oh, oh you're over there.

Yeah, I was just taking a moment, what's up?

Nothing, take the moment, everything's fine.

(door opens)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door closes)

(door opens)

He's gone.

No, no we would have called you

if something like that happened.

I don't know, it's just weird, he's sitting there.

Katie made food if you want.

Yeah, sure feels pretty weird in here.

I'm just taking a moment before going back to dad.

Okay, now I should go check scores,

I have 16 more late going, shit ain't gonna hit,

but who knows?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Okay.

(paper rustling)

Here, here, take this.

Thank you.

Yeah, no worries.

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps) (phone beeps)

Hey, bub.

We got a clipper than plus 125, bills minus two.

Titans minus 145, Vikings minus nine,

that's minus 115, and Eagles minus 220.

So, 20 bucks to make seven 24 and some change.

It's crazy, right?

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

Good to see you.

Come in.

How is he?

How's your father?

He's, he's still with us, now you've been there.

Do you want some food?

I need soup?

I don't know, how about some coffee?

Okay.

Well-- Just let me know

if you change your mind.

I've made way too much.

You're going in the back now?

Yes, with Ducky, who else?

Bubbles?

What a good daddy.

Splash some water for me too, okay?

Hey, hey.

You're in the middle of things.

No, nothing, nothing, everything's fine.

Just, just wanna say hi, just homesick.

(breathing heavily)

Will do, thanks.

Settle back.

Be aware of your sitting posture.

Remember that the foundation of meditation

is just to sit and know that you are sitting.

All other aspects of you.

(dramatic music)

How you doing, Rachel?

Doing okay.

How's that doing?

Hanging in.

Still there?

That's good.

Yup.

Well, you know what I'm supposed to be telling you, right?

About smoking out here.

Well, let's just say that I did, okay?

Yup, yup.

Thanks.

(eerie music)

(eerie music) (eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

How many times a day do you do that?

Just when I can.

I usually don't have the time, but it helps.

You wanna join me?

Thanks.

Maybe I'll start when the kids are older, out of the house.

(eerie music)

I'm struggling with writing this.

I think you should ask Rachel.

Really?

(knocking)

Are you busy?

I'm working on this thing, his obituary.

I'm just hoping that you could help with it.

I don't know anything about writing those things.

Me neither.

Vincent was proud to work for the Department

of Citywide Administrative Services.

After 32 years, he retired as a senior supervisor,

beloved by his colleagues.

Vincent will be remembered for his dedication

to his family and friends, his welcoming spirit,

warm wit, and an unwavering love for the Jets.

That's it.

So far.

And I know it all sounds so dry,

but I'm not sure how to sum up his life

in just a few words.

Seems like a pretty good job so far.

I don't know who reads those things.

I don't.

If you knew the person, you knew the person.

It's more a record, just a half,

like saying this person existed

in case anyone wants to know.

I remember money that you could write anything

and no one's gonna notice.

Married a couple of crazy bitches,

raised a few crazy bitches.

Thanks.

Okay, serious.

Vincent loves a Jets.

Yeah, got that.

He loves laughing at stupid shit.

He likes old movies, listens to records.

He calls on news radio sometimes

and gets into it with them.

He gets crazy mad, starts yelling about things,

then forgets about what.

He doesn't give a fuck about a lot of things

you shouldn't give a fuck about.

Doesn't give a fuck about a lot of things

you shouldn't, well, that's true.

Everything I said is true.

I know, that's more interesting than what I wrote.

But in the end, it's a list too.

I tried.

One day, this is after Sarah passed,

and Katie, you just left for college,

or was it summer before, but you weren't in the city,

and Rachel, you were spending a lot of nights out,

so isn't that uncommon for dad and I

to find ourselves in the home alone together at night?

I didn't need much help with schoolwork,

and he was still mourning,

but we watch a film together sometimes

after dinner or TV show,

and this is a time I still think about a lot.

It was calm.

Well, one night, he got really upset

at what we were watching.

I don't know what it was other than

that someone was dying in it,

and he wanted to explain to me

that the death we were watching in the film

had no relationship to how it was in life,

that books and movies and everything

that tried to show death got it wrong,

that the act itself of putting it into images

and towards is where it all went wrong.

It's a big lie, like the thing we were watching,

that, oh, I can remember that.

The only way to sum up a person's life,

the only way to put things in perspective,

but they did who they were, how they loved and were.

What's wrong?

No, no, he's sleeping.

It's just time for me to leave.

That was crazy.

Oh my God, I thought something happened.

Me too.

This thing's crazy.

I mean, we were all just on edge.

It feels so wrong.

I'll go save her off.

Wait a second.

Don't leave us hanging like that.

You're gonna, tell us what dad said about dying.

Right.

Just that the only way to communicate how death

truly feels is through absence.

Everything else is fantasy.

I'm afraid.

Okay.

So basically, don't write anything.

I think what dad was saying is that

we won't really know who we was till after.

But I think I know who people are

when they're still living, right?

Yeah.

I know.

Well, who they are right now.

It's none of my business, but I hear you're going out

with Tracy, but it's just you.

Who she is right now, as a teenager.

You know that.

I think what pops meant was

a whole thing, like all of it.

All the different times, different people we can be,

for it all.

Yeah.

It's easy to forget with Tracy.

It feels like she'll be like this forever.

She'll still be spoiled when she's older,

with a different kind of spoiled.

I'm playing.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry I wasn't here more to help you.

I know it was a lot.

It was fine.

I liked it.

Thanks.

And I hope you don't leave this place.

Why?

Because I want to keep the apartment and the family.

Do you want to go in there together, right now?

I don't know. Come, let's do it.

I'm coming here.

Hi.

Daddy, it's me.

What's that, Dad?

I don't understand.

Do you want me to blow it up?

Please say it again.

I think Dad wants to sit up.

Really?

Dad?

What are you doing?

Okay.

Oh my God.

Guys, you guys, is this a good idea?

Just go slow, go slow.

Okay, careful, please.

Watch this, Molly.

No, okay.

Watch it.

Here you go, Dad.

Keep him straight.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

I think he wants to sit in his chair.

In?

Is that wise?

What if we need to move him suddenly?

Where?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Here.

Okay.

You have to have it.

Move.

Okay.

Wait.

I'm going to lift your feet.

Lock it, lock it.

Okay.

Yeah, lock it.

One, two, three.

Oh.

Yeah, we got it.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll give it to Dad.

Okay.

Okay.

Here.

Okay.

Oh, you got it.

Got it.

Okay.

Okay.

That's the choice with that.

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Hi.

I don't think he's supposed to hear anything.

I'd like to see how he will move the game or something.

Yeah.

I don't know who our party late, but I can still catch the bills.

Uh,

I'm going to take two rounds.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

That was terrible.

Okay.

Okay.

Wait.

You can't.

No, no, no, I don't let me do it.

I still have more left in me.

Okay.

Okay.

Enough of the shock.

Looks like a bit for a long time.

Okay.

I, and I thank you for trying with.

No.

Rachel's your sister.

She is my daughter.

And I'm raised here.

Like my own.

She is now.

If blood hadn't influenced us, it would have had a very different father.

You have had a dad like my dad.

My dad is a fucking jerk.

You know that we were related.

But he was no father.

You have no idea how much he's got.

How much Rachel cares about you.

How much you mean to her.

When you went away to college, you moved out.

I've never seen her so sad.

Well, only when her mother got sick and left us.

I kept waiting for the day when you both would realize why you fight so much.

How similar you are.

I want you all to try when I'm gone.

I know that a better relationship is possible.

You will be connected after I'm gone even more so because of I just know it.

Christina.

Christina.

I know you didn't have it right.

I heard what you said about that time when we watched movies together.

That was the only time I never gave it to you.

No one else really did either.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

You just, from the moment that you could walk, you didn't seem to need anyone.

You could be left alone.

And then when your mom passed them, you seemed okay too.

I should have realized that's not possible that you

were hurting just as much, but I was in so much pain.

I couldn't see.

And then I fell in love again.

That girl of yours will not be left wanting.

I watch you.

And then love appears for her, for David, for

whoever's going to join you next if you choose to have more.

And I thank you.

I thank you for doing better than me, for doing more.

Damn, I love this city.

I marvel at it.

Like the roaches and the weeds.

Somehow we keep making it through.

I sure will miss the ghosts and memories I have on every plot.

This ought be one set of love.

There was one other real true love besides you, mothers.

This love happened when I was very young.

The summer I went into the Coast Guard.

Her name was Bliss.

I know it's not so uncommon in Ireland, and she was Irish, from Queens.

And like all of you, like your mothers, she could handle herself.

But I had never met anyone like Bliss before.

She was interested in more things than

anyone I've ever met till then, ever since then.

She found life, the world, people interesting.

And it was intoxicating to be around. I couldn't get enough.

I wanted to see like her. I aimed to see like her.

And then I went away.

And by the time I got out, my letters had stopped and we like canned things.

It drifted apart.

In fact, we didn't see or run into each other again.

Except for one time, each and our own group passing each other on the street.

It was so brief.

When I grabbed her arm and said, "Hello," she said, "You still remember me?"

I said, "Of course. You changed my life."

That made her smile.

But if there was any guilt I have, is that maybe I should have...

I could have expressed myself better.

There was no big lesson there.

We know each will die with at least one regret.

But I...

It's just love that I want you to know about.

Something that fundamentally changed me.

Made me who I am.

Who I...

Daddy, daddy, dad.

Dad!

Dad is gone.

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

Five little ducks went out one day

Over the hill and far away

Mother duck said quack, quack, quack, quack

But only four little ducks came back

(breathing heavily)

Four little ducks went out one day

Over the hill and far away

Mother duck said quack, quack, quack, quack

But only three little ducks came back

Three little ducks went out one day

Over the hill and far away

Mother duck said quack, quack, quack, quack

But only two little ducks came back

(breathing heavily)

Two little ducks went out one day

Over the hill and far away

Mother duck said quack, quack, quack, quack

But only one little duck came back

(breathing heavily)

(birds chirping)

(sighing)

One little duck went out one day

Over the hill and far away

Mother duck said quack, quack, quack, quack

But none of the five little ducks came back

How you doing, Ray?

I heard the news.

I'm sorry.

You hanging in there okay?

Yeah.

Doing okay.

Thanks, Victor.

(eerie music)

Sad mother duck went out one day

Over the hill and far away

Daddy duck said beep, beep, beep, beep

(laughing)

And all those crazy little ducks came back.

(gentle music)

Mm

Be a friend of mine