All language subtitles for His Three Daughters 2024.eng

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 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...

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 get Dr. Sanders here,
or someone who can witness his signature,

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

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 won't 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 Mirabella and David.

That's part of it.

- It's really my first time.
- You could've brought them.

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

They're fine.

I'd rather the memory be
from our last visit.

He was better.
That's what hurts about this more.

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.

With Mirabella these past couple of 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 the jet lag.

I get even more emotional when I fly.

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, I'm high.

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? ‘Cause 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.

Well, Daddy doesn't mind.

Uh, 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,
"Let's just get along."

Yes. Yes. Let's settle down.
There's no reason for this to be an issue.

And for her to take her shitty weed
and smoke it outside.

Shitty weed?

Oh, please. No, I get top-shelf.

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

- You think I forgot?
- That was high school.

I've grown up quite a lot since then,
unlike others.

Grown up? Still a bitch.

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

Look.

Hi. Were you trying to find us?

Please, please. Come sit down.

- I'm sorry, we were...
- No. No need to apologize.

I understand
what a stressful situation it is.

It's natural.

It's a hard time.

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

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

"Mirabella"?

That's my daughter's name.

- Wow.
- 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

now that your father's
off food and liquid.

I, or Mirabella,
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.

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 a 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 hospice,

it has 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 at 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?
- Mm-hmm.

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

I... 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 important to him, though,

which is 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.

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

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 at the 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 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 hope
it's not the Grateful Dead.

That 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,
get the damn DNR signed,

which now is much more
complicated to do.

I was hoping the hospice guy could help,
but it 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 in the house,
and she got upset.

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

See if I give a fuck
what she does in here after that.

Not my responsibility.

Rachel, what are you doing?

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

Victor!

Ah. What the fuck are you doing, man?

Fucking my whole shit up.

You shouldn't be doing
your whole shit here.

That's the problem.

Shit's legal now.

What, are you stuck in the ‘90s
when you last blazed?

Please.

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.

Look, why aren't you inside,

where I can just call you
with a complaint,

and you can tell me to go fuck myself?

Okay, uh,

last one.

You know, it's my bitch-ass sister, huh?

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

How is Vinnie?

Oh, he's fucking dying,
but not ‘cause of my weed smoke.

Uh, she's just a fucking, uh...

It's always gotta be something.

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

No disrespect.
You know I love you, Victor,

but, uh, she's the one
you should be yelling at, not me.

I, uh...

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 him
before she gets here.

We could sing to him.

Or if you 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.

Yeah?

This is what's in here.

Not just one bag of apples, three bags.

And you know what? All of them look old.

They've gone soft, and that's it.
Seriously, you can see for yourself.

Three bags of apples,

some old condiments
from who knows when, and that's it.

I mean, really, how old is she?

I can run out now
and 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.

That's just the last few weeks.

What the hell is gonna happen
to her afterwards?

I can tell you one thing,
it's not gonna be us.

You live across the country
and have a family to take care of.

And I have enough on my plate with my own.
More than enough.

She is 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 around now.

It's fine.

No, I can't guess how long.

No one can.
And I don't want to guess, but...

...I think I'll be home soon.

It's fine.

It's fine. Thanks.

I just want to hear how things are there.
Are you guys having fun?

...see if they go right back
to Kadeem Jack.

Here's Jack.

Hangs in the air...

...and commits the offensive foul.

Personal foul on Jack.

What they got him with,
Eric, nice rip-through move,

but watch the inside or left arm.
Good call.

He's...

I miss you.
I miss you both so damn much.

It hasn't even been a day yet,

and all I can think about
is getting back there to you both.

‘Cause this is so not home anymore.

I'm so lucky.
No, you have no idea. Trust me...

...starting five
that began the game.

Dekker out dealing
with concussion-like symptoms.

Is that her?

Yes?

Yes, please.

My angel.

Yes. Yes, it's me. It's Mommy.

Hello, my sweet,
beautiful Mirabella.

Have you been missing me?

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

No. I'm crying because I'm just so happy
to be hearing your voice. Mommy's 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 is a doctor.

And guess what her name is.

How does he seem?

He's still asleep.

We have another half hour with the nurse.

Ale... Aleswon... Alejuan...
Alijan. 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, it will help
if she doesn't hate us.

And what about her?

I don't want to intrude on her privacy.

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
dyeing her food, just a little food color.

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

Hmm.

Well, maybe it would confuse her
when 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.

Have things
become a bit better?

With Tracey?

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 don't... I don't...

Let's not, okay?

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. Uh...

Thank you for making
the food that you made.

The food you made taste good.

Uh, I got a parlay going.
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, uh,

bet on 413, so 10 bucks to make 270.

You think watching
will change its outcome?

Thank you for the dinner.

Watch her not even wash her dishes.

I twirled!

That's funny.

Your shirt.

Oh, yeah. I found it
in one of the boxes in our room.

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

and get rid of the rest, but...

Yeah, I was... 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.

Sure. Family's family.

Weren't you asleep?
You were with him till 4:00.

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

I was texting all of them.

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

So that's something.

Tracey skipped 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. It'd be good
if you 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.
- Yep, I got it.

I find that listening to that,
things will be better.

Mmm.

Hey.

Morning.

Rachel, right?

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 to your sisters
that 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.
- Hmm.

There are windows when he says a few words
in response to something.

He's thought I was someone I'm not,
or 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.

Now would be the time.

This DNR form.

- Right.
- It's 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.

EMTs 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.

Right. Right.

But what happens if he suddenly needs
to go to the hospital for some reason?

I am a firm believer
in do-not-resuscitate orders.

I just can't sign them.

- Yeah?
- Here's the thing.

I get that you don't wanna go in his room.

Sure, I was there till 4:00 a.m.,
and Christina's been in there since.

The help would be appreciated.

Everyone deals with death their own way,
and I won't tell you what to do.

That's between you and him

and however you think
you should run your life.

But what I will 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.

I'm not 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'll be your place.
Your name's on the lease.

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

You want 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 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.

The fuck out of here with that bullshit.

How you doing? You doing okay?

You know, you know.
Just trying to get by.

Oh yeah, I do know.

I sure do know, brother.

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

Oh, it's all good.

Oh, they'll be out here soon enough.
Don't worry about it.

Lighting up a big fatty of their own, huh?

- Don't I know it. Don't I know it.
- Yeah.

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... it's nice. I forgot about it.

I definitely remember taking
some time out here just sitting.

I remember needing it.

It's 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.

Uh, 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... I won't leave you with that.

Uh, I don't care.

It's not in my room, not my business.

Well, 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 Mirabella's a handful
as it is, you know?

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

That's what they say at least.

I know David's ready.

What about you?

What about me?

Kids.

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? In what way, really?

Uh, I don't know.

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

Fucking Grateful Dead.
I mean, that's some wacky shit.

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

You know... Hmm...

You know, it's not really like that.

I'm sure for some, but...

it was never about that for me.

Okay, okay, I'm just playing.
I... I'm high. That's it. Forget it.

Uh, 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 me naked in the mud

and all that Woodstock stuff,
but the... the truth is the shows,

it's... it's just a group of people
who look out for each other.

That's it.

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 is 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 would...
- Katie? Katie?

His breathing, it's gotten really strange.
Something's happening.

Daddy?

- Rachel, you should come.
- Dad, can you hear me?

His breathing, something's wrong.

Dad?

I'm not getting it. There's no...
He's not responding. Okay. Um...

Okay, I think we should...
Um, I think we should call 911.

- No.
- We should.

- No. I should call Angel.
- Okay.

- He's okay.
- He's okay.

He's okay.

Oh.

Oh my fucking God.

Yeah, that was crazy.

I thought...

I don't know.

Well, I do know
that fucker's strong, damn it.

Can't count him out till he's ready.

- You're celebrating?
- Better believe it.

I knew there was a reason why I got wine.
Didn't know it'd be for celebrating life.

But, hey, I'll pour you some.

Uh, just a... just a little bit.
Angel said he was gonna be here soon.

We really shouldn't be partying
when he gets here.

That could be a bad look.

Angel.

Angel of Death is more like it.

Just drink it.

Cheers to Dad.

Oh.

You got what he was saying
before, right, Angel?

Don't call him or anyone else
till Dad's good and dead.

Make sure the guy's not breathing
and then some.

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

Angel of Death comes in
and plucks him away.

Go on.

Deep inside,
rolls it in with the right hand.

And that play, that dr...

- Playing with...
- Don't do that. Stop doing that.

No, I need to see both.
I have money on both.

It doesn't matter. Just watch one.

Annoying as fuck going back and forth.

Pick which ever one matters more
and stick to it.

I don't even know what's going on
with either of them.

It's just back and forth, back and forth.

Right?

- Nice job by Nigel Hayes.
- Thank you.

Getting extra possession.
How do you do that? Giving up your body.

Gasser does it there.

We have to go outside to smoke that.

...go the other way.

It's been requested.

We're watching a game.

Sorry, it's not worth it.

It's no problem at all. It's my job.

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

Another 30 minutes,
I would've been headed 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 Mirabella 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... It's just a fine line
that we must figure out.

Enough to help, but not to kill.

When Mirabella's ready,
she'll come out and tell us.

But you see
what I was saying before, right?

We could've called 911.

We would've 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. And trust me,
the last thing anyone wants

is that in-between place.

We all want him to transition
as peaceful as possible.

But Mirabella should be a help.

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

What if the same thing happens?

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

Well, you can't intentionally do that.
That's looked upon as murder in this city,

most of this country at this time,

even if it is asked 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.
You're the one who's asking him.

Oh, I know, and he is.
Trust me, I appreciate it.

But I'm not aiming to overdose our dad
accidentally as Angel suggested.

I just don't want him to be hurting.

We should figure out dinner
while the nurse is still here.

Okay. You don't want to go there.

That's fine.

You want wine?
There's two glasses left in this bottle.

- There's another if we wanna...
- I'm okay.

Rachel?

Yeah. Is there a problem?

Is there a problem? You tell me.

Look, please don't start, all right?
We smoked outside like you asked.

Now we're 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.

Is it right to have a stranger here
when he may pass at any minute?

He's not random.

Benjy and I have been hanging out
for a while now.

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

And Daddy likes him. That's what matters.

Okay.

Okay.

I think you should go 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...

Man, I hope I can get that image
out of my mind.

Yes, they've given 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.

What a story that's been.
Third straight quarterback

defending the National Championship.

What?

Nothing. I just... I don't need
to be dealing with your sleeping ass.

- I got enough to deal with already.
- I'm feeling nice. I'm not going to sleep.

- Don't put me with those bitches outside.
- Oh, 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 home.

- For real. I don't need the drama.
- Okay.

Okay. Shh! Lower your voice.

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

And you know you don't need
to do the 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.

Please, quiet for me.
Like, you're just... You're yelling.

All... 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 on this planet.

- All right.
- Oh, I'm good at it.

Yes, I'm good at it.

If I could see one thing,

it's if somebody's full of shit
or out of their mind.

And that ain't you.

You're not either of those things.

Look, they may act like they... 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 a 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 with..."

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 met 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.

Um, then 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.

He always made me feel at home here.

And I always looked forward to seeing him.

Sometimes, we'd not even say anything.
We would just sit and watch.

Just watch.

Other times, we'd talk.

Just bullshit.

Talk about life.

Things like that.

Old people.

Some are like that.

I mean, not all of ‘em,
but I can usually get along with ‘em.

They sometimes got this wiseness.

It's just there, or it isn't.

That's what I liked about Vincent
from the jump.

I could tell the moment that he saw me,

he understood certain things
that I'm not gonna say,

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

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.

Or 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.

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 with you.

You see?

Now I... I get what you're doing.

I mean, maybe that's obvious,

but I can see it
before you even said a word

just by 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... is ownership.

You ever think of that?

I think I've sat at this table more times
than the two of you have for years.

He's our father.

Yes,
but who do you think has been here?

She's not...
She's not gonna stick up for herself.

I mean, Rachel, she... she can...
she can handle herself,

which is one of the things
I love about that girl,

but she doesn't stick up for herself.

Especially around you two. Who do you...

We got it. Thank you.
Definitely heard enough.

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?

Who's...

Who's split up the... 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 passing?

Okay, I'm gonna call her.

It's time for you to step out of our face.

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

Fucking poor girl fed him.

When he stopped wanting
to eat anything but apples,

who was slicing them
and feeding them to him?

You don't understand a goddamn thing.

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, Benjy.
Let's get the fuck out of here.

I want to say bye to Vincent.
Is that okay? Can I say goodbye?

Sure, of course.

Are you coming in with me?

I'm gonna stay out here.

Oh boy.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

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

It gives us a moment
to be out of the room.

Just catch our breath, you know?

Sometimes, it gets a bit much,
all packed in together.

I... I'm sorry about earlier.

Things became stressful.
I guess you've seen it all.

That's no problem.

So, tomorrow 5:00 p.m.?

Yes, um,
unless something happens before then.

I'll call if so.

It feels like... I don't know.

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

He's, um... He's not doing well.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I know you have to leave.

Um, really, thank you for today.

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

♪...on her shoes ♪

♪ And I knew without asking
She was into the blues ♪

♪ She wore scarlet begonias ♪

♪ Tucked into her curls ♪

♪ I knew right away
She was not like other girls ♪

Rachel?

- Can I say something? Wait one minute.
- Not interested.

- I haven't said...
- I'm not interested.

- Well, 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 to be said.

Just do what you have to do
while you're here. After, that's it.

We'll have nothing to do with each other.
We can stay out of each other's way.

That's not practical,
nor is that what's right.

Oh, well, this isn't about you.

It's not about either of us.
It's about our father.

- Oh, "our father." That's funny.
- Why?

You always call him "our father"
when you want something from me.

Usually, you say, "My father."

- Don't 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 spoiled bitch!

What the fuck are you doing?

- No! No!
- What are you doing?

No, you have no idea.
I will fucking destroy you!

- You'll destroy me?
- Yes!

You're a fucking punk, that's it!
You're a leeching, broke-ass...

All right, Christina, you need
to get this bitch out of here.

- Bring it on!
- Stop it!

Stop it!

I hate you both! You're both assholes!
You're little fucking kids!

Christina, where are you going?

Hey.

I just left his room to pack.
He's doing okay.

Why did you pack?

I think
I should head home for a bit.

Uh, it's late.

I think it would 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,
and you live far away.

Makes sense for me
to be the one to step out.

I'm sorry, he's going to die,
and you will not be here,

and you'll never forgive me.

I'm sorry. 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.

Hey, let's sit down.

All three of us.

We can leave his door open.

We hear if something's happening.

I don't know.

You know he's gonna die
while we're talking.

Mmm, no, I don't think so.

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

I don't think she's gonna join.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Katie's been working
on Dad's obituary.

Okay.

She was reading 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.

Both of you had moved out
before I was even a teenager.

So it... 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.

Sure, whatever.

That wasn't the problem.

I mean, it's all good.

Uh...

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 have understood I was in your place.

Bullshit. It's your place too.

I know it. You know it...

But you live here.
You are on the lease.

That's the second time
you mentioned this lease.

What is that?
What... What are you trying to say?

And you brought it up too. Outside.

So, what's up with this?

Nothing. Just the fact that when he dies,
this becomes your place.

You think that's what I want?
That I give a shit about the place?

Sorry. Let's...

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.

Now what?

Don't be silly.
Why would you leave?

'Cause then we're done with each other,
and this shit's a wrap.

This doesn't make any sense.

Christina, can you explain
what this is about?

- I'm not sure.
- Don't play fucking dumb.

- Fuck you.
- Oh, okay.

Hey, everyone, stop.

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, right?

And I... I get it with you, Christina.

You live thousands of miles away.

You got your kid.

Probably gonna pop out a bunch more.

Uh, you got your life, you know?
This city ain't your thing. I... 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 other's.

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. It looks like popping to me.

Okay, well, before I choose
to grow my family,

if I choose to...

...there are things I was hoping to do.

Oh, like what?

I mean, what could
you possibly need to do?

Like, your life is perfect.

I mean, 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?

Well, damn it.

For real, damn it.

That's not at all what I meant.
That... That's not what...

Wait. I... I... I'm sorry. I...

I really didn't mean to say anything
to hurt you, okay? I, uh...

I guess I thought it was kind of obvious.

Like, I never hear you complain
about anything.

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

I mean, hey, that's just me.

Like, 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.

Ah.

That's sweet, Christina.

That is.

I thought we had a relationship.

- No, a real one.
- It is what it is.

Look...

Let's just forget it.

You know, we're different types of people.

You... You two, at least,
you know, you share blood,

you have the same mother.

- And father.
- Well, duh.

I know that.

Okay? But he's my dad too,
is what I'm saying.

You know, he's my dad too,
just as much as he is 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?

It's my dad.

That is my dad, okay?

I know. I know.
I'm not saying he's not. I'm just...

Shh!

You know, 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.

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.

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.

You think it's 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.

The coffee's good. Thank you.

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

Me too.

There's something I... I realized yesterday
after we all spoke together.

It's silly.

I should've realized it years ago,
but didn't for whatever reason.

That her mother died, and so did ours.

It's just something else
we have in common 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.

The doctor's here.

- Can you get...
- ...while I...?

You want some coffee?
Just made some.

We have water and juice as well.

He's just right back here.

Um, the nurse isn't coming till three,
but hopefully, we can get him up.

Dad? Dad, how are you doing?

I'm Christina.
This is our father.

Let's, um...
Let's pull the lever, so...

Let's pop... Hit the button
to sit him up a little bit. Yeah.

He's kinda off.
He was just resting.

He was saying a few words.

Here we go.

- Okay. Great.
- Yeah.

Um, I guess we just...

I wish you could've
seen him, huh?

Couple of months ago,
when he was still up and about.

That was nothing to get worked up about.

He basically just needed a pulse.

$550, in and out, 10 minutes.

Must be a nice life.
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'm the bad person,

I'm the mean mother.

Things are hard enough here.

I'm like that here. I don't get it.

I don't understand how I became
that person to everyone. It's not fair.

That's not who I am.
No one gives me space to be anything else.

Nothing, forget it.

Okay.

Let Tracey 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.

God.

This is a good dog, huh?

Does this dog... Eats like a horse, I bet.

Hello.

Ah.

Yeah, that's right. You got it.

You guys should open earlier.
You know that?

What is this 10:00 a.m. bullshit?

That's why this neighborhood
is going to shit. Yeah.

I should open up my own bong store.
Twenty-four hours, no bullshit.

Just take your shit,
and get the fuck out of here, you know?

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, it'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 Mirabella 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.

Like, we are here now.

At the end.

Yeah, but wasn't it yesterday?

Like, no offense, but we know he's dying.
Like, we get it.

You say you 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... It's wearing on me, you know?

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

Yeah, I mean, it was definitely yesterday.

- And today.
- Yeah.

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.

It's bad enough as it is,
but he's dramatic as fuck.

I know. I know.

"Uh, good morning. Your dad is gonna die."

"May I have some coffee?"

What's wrong with you two?

I'm sorry. I should...
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?

Yeah, something random. Anything.

Uh, juggling? Why juggling?
Dad doesn't know how to juggle.

He could do that thing
where the quarter disappears.

Oh yeah!

Okay. Well...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

"Your dad should be disappearing
a quarter anytime soon."

Yeah, I like that.
That... That makes sense to me.

You're stoned. But, yeah, I agree.

Are you gonna go in there?

If you want. I'm not pushing you,
but... 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.

Tracey!

...works so much.
Jimmie Hunt tackled by Tim Bennett.

This is what happens.

Bennett recovering a fumble.

I don't care
that you were at lunch.

...extremely physical corner has no...

Tracey?

...those are the kind of corners
that I like to see,

ones that have no problem coming up
and making a hit in the backfield...

I can't.

Tracey?

...these defensive backs...

Tracey, listen to me.

I need you to stop and hear me.

Do not do that.

Tracey, I'm asking you to not...

Tracey!

Are you sure you don't want half at least?

No, I'm really not hungry.

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

Yeah, it's fine.

Really? I can't make you anything?

- I'm hungry all the time here.
- Really?

Want a break?
I can sit with him if you'd like.

I'm fine. Do you want
to be in there with him?

‘Cause we can be in there together.
It's fine. I'm just... I'm reading to him.

No, it's fine. There's things I can do.

Do you know where Rachel went to?

Mm-mm.

Christina?

Christina?

Hey.

Oh.

- Oh, you're over there.
- Yeah.

I was just taking a moment. What's up?

Nothing. Take the moment.
Everything is fine.

- He's gone?
- No.

No, we would've called
if something like that happened.

I don't know.

It's just weird, you sitting there.

- Katie made food if you want.
- Yeah.

Shit feels pretty weird in here.

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

Okay.

Yeah.

I should go check scores.
I have a 16 parlay going.

Uh, shit ain't gonna hit, but...

who knows.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Here. Here, take this.

Thank you.

Yeah, no worries.

Hey, Pop.

Uh, we got, uh...

the Clippers at +125,

Bills -200,

Titans -145,

Vikings -900,

Mets -115,

and, uh, Eagles -220.

So...

20 bucks to make 724 and some change.

It's crazy, right?

Yeah.

Good to see you. Come in.

How is he? How's your father?

He's... He's still with us,
hanging in there.

Do you want some food? I made soup.

Uh, no? How about some coffee?

Okay.

Well, just let me know
if you change your mind.

I made way too much.

You are going in the bath now?
Yes, with Ducky? Who else?

Bubbles?

What a good daddy.

Splash some water for me too, okay?

H... Hey.

Hey.

You're in the middle of things.

No, nothing. Nothing. Everything's fine.

I just... just want to say hi,
just homesick.

Will do. Thanks.

Settle back...

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Remember that the foundation of meditation

is just to sit and know that you're safe.

All other aspects of the...

How you doing, Rachel?

Doing okay.

How's Dad doing?

Hanging in.

Still there.

That's good.

Yep.

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

About smoking out here.

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

Yep, yep.

Thanks.

How many times a day do you do that?

Just when I can.

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

Do you want to join me?

Thanks.

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

I'm struggling with writing this.

I think you should ask Rachel.

Really?

Are you busy?

I'm working on this thing, his obituary.
I was hoping that you could help with it.

I don't know anything
about making 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.

It seems like a pretty good job so far.

Uh, I don't know
who reads those things. I don't.

Uh, if you knew the person,
you knew the person.

It's more a record, just to have,

like saying, "This person existed,
in case anyone wants to know."

I... I... I'm gonna put money

that you could write anything,
and no one's gonna notice, all right?

Married a couple of crazy bitches,

raised a few crazy bitches.

Thanks.

Okay, serious, right?

Vincent, uh...

loved the Jets.

Yeah, got that.

Um, he loves laughing
at, uh, stupid shit.

Uh, he likes old movies,

listens to records.

Uh...

He, uh...

He calls... He calls on, uh,

the news radio sometimes
and gets into it with them.

Uh, 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.

And it's more interesting
than what I wrote.

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

Ah, I tried.

One day, this is after Sarah passed,

and, Katie, you just left for college
or it's the summer before,

but you... you weren't in the city,
and, Rachel, you had...

You were spending a lot of nights out,
so it wasn'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, you know, he was still mourning,

but we'd watch a film together sometimes

after dinner or a TV show.

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

It was... 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,

into words, is where it all went wrong.

It was a big lie. Like the thing
we were watching that... that...

Oh, I can remember that.

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

the only way to put things in perspective,

what 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 is crazy.

I mean, we were all just on edge.
It feels so wrong.

I'll go see her off.

What? No. Wa... Wait a second.

Don't leave us hanging like that.
You were 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.

Okay.

So, basically...

don't write anything.

I think what Dad was saying is that

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

But I think I know who people are
when they're still living, right?

Yeah.

Kinda. Uh, well,

who they are right now.

I, uh...

It's none of my business, but...

I hear you going at it with Tracey,
but it's just, you know...

...who she is right now as a teenager.

You know that.

I think what Pops meant

was

the whole thing.

Like, all of it, you know?

All the different times,
different people we can be,

you know, for it all.

Yeah.

It's easy to forget with Tracey.

It feels like she'll be like this forever.

No.

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

but 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's fine.

I liked it.

But thanks.

And I hope you don't leave this place.

Why?

Because I want to keep
the apartment in the family.

Do you want to go in there
together right now?

Come on, let's do it.

Look who's here.

Hi.

Daddy, hi, it's me.

Up.

What's that, Daddy?

I don't understand.
You want me to move you?

Will you say it again?

I... I think Dad wants to sit up.

- Really?
- Dad?

- Watch the painting!
- Okay.

- Oh my God.
- Guys...

- Guys, is this a good idea?
- Go slow.

Okay. Be careful, please.

- Watch his feet.
- Follow me.

- Watch.
- Here you go, Dad.

- Keep him straight.
- Okay. Okay.

- Okay.
- We're doing it.

Oh.

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?

- Uh, okay. Okay.
- Okay. Fine.

- Here.
- Oh yeah, get the other chair.

Ooh.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, got it.

Move the monitor over here.

- Okay.
- Okay, wait.

Uh, feet.
I'm gonna lift your feet, Dad, okay?

- Lock it. Lock it.
- Okay. Yeah, lock it.

One, two, three.

Yeah,
I'll plug it in the back.

Boom. Okay, here.

Yeah. Thank you.

Oh, watch it.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

- It's plugged in.
- Okay.

Oxygen's flowing.

Okay.

Yeah.

What do we do?
I don't think he's supposed to eat.

We'll just hang out. We can watch
a movie or a game or something.

Yeah, uh...

Titans blew, uh, our parlay,

but, uh, we can still catch
the... the Bills if you want.

Uh, you want that?

- Turn him around.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Okay, okay.

Hey.

That was terrible.

Oh, Daddy.

Everyone, please, just...

- This sound is...
- Uh, Dad...

Wait, you can't!

- No, no, no.
- No, no, no. I...

No. Let me do it.

This... I still have

more left in me.

Okay, enough of the shocked looks.

I've been in bed for long enough.

Oh.

Uh...

And... And I thank you for trying, but...

No.

Rachel's your sister.

She is my daughter.

I didn't raise her like my own.

She is my own.

If blood had an influence on her,

she would have had
a very different father.

You would have had a dad like my dad.

My dad was a fucking jerk.

Well, you know that.

We were related, but...

he was no father.

You have no idea 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 it.

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.

Um,

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... Well, 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,
you seemed okay, too.

And 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. And then I...

Eh...

That girl of yours
will not be left wanting.

I watch you and that love of yours
for her, for David,

for whoever's gonna 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 block.

I guess I'll be one soon enough.

There was one other real true love
besides your mother's.

This love happened when I was very young.

The summer I went into the Coast Guard.

Her name was Bliss.

I know,
but 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 until then,

maybe since then.

She found life,

the world, people, interesting.

And it was intoxicating to be around.

I couldn't... 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 the way life can,
things just drifted apart.

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

Except for one time.

Each in 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... You changed my life."

That made her smile.

But if there was any guilt I have,

it's that maybe I should have...

I could have expressed myself better.

There was no big lesson there.

I...

We know each will die
with at least one regret.

But I...

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

Something that fundamentally changed me.

Dad?

Made me

who I am.

Daddy.

- Dad.
- Daddy.

- Dad?
- Dad?

- Who, uh...
- Dad!

I...

- Dad.
- No, no, no.

- Dad.
- Daddy. Daddy. Dad.

Dad!

Mmm.

Dad is gone.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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, Rach?

I heard the news.

I... I'm sorry.

You hanging in there okay?

Yeah.

I'm doing okay.

Thanks, Victor.

♪ Sad mother duck
Went out one day ♪

♪ Over the hill and far away ♪

♪ Daddy duck said
Beep, beep, beep ♪

♪ Beep! ♪

And all those crazy little ducks
came back.

♪ Be a friend of mine
Stay away a while ♪

♪ Be a friend of mine
And let the silence ring ♪

♪ Be away a while
Till the kingdom comes ♪

♪ Be a friend of mine, in time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ If we don't know by now
What we should by heart ♪

♪ How to be around
And how to be apart ♪

♪ It ain't spelling why
For the reason how ♪

♪ If we don't know by now, then in time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I'll learn how to stay
When you learn to leave ♪

♪ So won't you dance the wind
While I bend the storm ♪

♪ Won't you dance the wind
And stay away a while ♪

♪ Be a friend to me
And let the silence ring ♪

♪ Be a friend to me
And sing away the night ♪

♪ Be a friend of mine, in time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪

♪ In time ♪