[mellow music playing]
¶ Oh, all the family Here I've had ¶
¶ Are sorry for my going away ¶
¶ And all the sweet... ¶
Hi. This is Diane Gies.
I'm not here right now, so you know what to do.
[man] Hey, I'm trying to get hold of you guys. You're not picking up. Um,
-so I missed my flight. -[beep]
-Eddie? This isn't a good time. -Yeah. What?
-Can I call you back? -I know, but I'm at the counter, Diane.
-I need-- I'll call you back. -[beep]
[Man] What the fuck is going on? Why are you here?
[Eddie] Why don't you just let me talk, okay? I'm at the airport.
-Missed my plane. -Great, that's your problem, Eddie, not mine.
-That is a-- -[phone call ends]
-[man] Doctor's in the room. -[Eddie] Hey, Zak, how's he doing?
Not great this morning. He had a bad night.
-Listen, I need your Visa-- -Where you at?
[laughing] I need your Visa number, like, right now.
No, problem, buddy. I've been there.
-Yeah. -Oh, shit. Something's happening.
-Yeah. No, don't talk... -What?
-to Andy about it. -No, I'm not talking to Andy.
-He'd lay it into me. -But why didn't he give you the--
-Yes, don't talk to him about it. Just leave. -I'm handling it.
Hey, buddy, I'm back. OK. I'm texting my Visa right now.
Okay, good, thank you. And don't forget your, um, security code.
¶ Be with you ¶
[bagpipe music playing]
[playing "Amazing Grace" on flute]
Should we start? I think we should start.
Yeah, who is that guy?
I thought we were getting a bagpipe player
I thought-- but he's playing a flute.
I mean, that's not even a real flute,
That's like a frickin' Native American thing.
Who is this guy? Do you know him?
That's Tom Running-cloud. I went to high school with him.
I haven't seen him in 30 years.
I did not invite him, I wouldn't do this.
-It's a Pan flute, OK? I'll take care of it. -[Diane] Why is he here?
Hey, Tom? Tom, you mind?
W-We're honored. Thank you, sir, but we're good. Thank you.
-He's not stopping. -He's not stopping.
-OK. Go get him. Go. -Oh, my God.
-He's not stopping. -Hey, Tom. Tom, friend.
-Dad would have loved a bagpiper. -Yeah. Yeah.
[people laughing and chattering]
Give us your poor, your tired, your huddled masses
yearning to be free, your Mexicans
yearning for handouts and entitlements
and free food and bus passes.
I can't stop him. You stop him.
-Mexicans. Mexicans, God bless us. -Dad. Dad, stop it.
I say put hinges on that goddamn wall.
Dad. The Diegos live next door. OK? You're being offensive
Half of them are undocumented
Papers. Documentos. Pay, por favor.
You are a racist son of a bitch.
[Bob] I am, I am, and I need another drink.
-[Diane] Great. -Well, we seem to have silenced the neighborhood
Happy Fourth of July.
Everyone ready?
-Sure. -How do I look?
-You look great. -Great. You look good.
I don't remember what I'm supposed to do. I'm just-- I'm very...
I'm very nervous, and I can't stop shaking.
What we do, we wait for the music to start.
Then we walk down the aisle, and then Eddie gives the eulogy.
Eddie? I'm sorry. I thought it was Andy.
-Oh, I was ready to, but-- -[Dawn] No.
Bob wanted Eddie to do the eulogy.
-Edward, you will do the eulogy. -Yes.
I'll keep it short and sweet.
You all right?
Welcome to this celebration
of the joining of Robert Joseph Mills
with our lord, our God.
Edward has some thoughts he'd like to share with us before the Mass begins.
If you're not Catholic, feel free to come up during Communion.
Just please cross your arms, and you can receive a blessing.
However, do not partake in the sacrament.
Welcome, all.
Thank you, Father.
Hi, everybody. Great turnout, Dad would have liked that. Um...
It just... It feels funny that he's not here.
I wanna talk to him. Here, he's gotta be down here.
-Sorry, just... -[music playing]
I'm gonna bring him down.
I hope it doesn't offend anybody.
I just... The Church doesn't like this.
I know the Catholic Church wants him to stay in the back.
And he only comes in during the Mass.
That's what they told us, and [stammering] I...
I'm not really Catholic anymore. I mean, I wasn't confirmed.
So I just wanted him down here, no offense.
Just want to talk to him. I'm sorry.
Um, yeah.
That feels better.
[clicks tongue] Well, death is horrible. [laughing]
Man, we've been through something, haven't we? Oh, gosh.
It went on and on and on.
Let me tell you.
[sighs] This man is a fighter. [clicks tongue]
Hey, great job on the...
-Color. -OK.
Color or black and white?
Color is more expensive. Dad looks pretty good in black and white, right?
Zak, Zak, Zak, we aren't there yet.
We haven't still got the order for the liturgy.
Eddie, how's the eulogy coming?
Um, well, listen, folks, we have priorities tonight.
Semifinals, Idol, is on right now!
Oh, my God, that pigtailed country girl?
I like what she's cookin'.
You like her boobs, if that's what you mean.
She's good. That fat black girl, she's fantastic.
She's gonna win it.
The pigtails, the boobs, and the voice.
Sorry, that's just how it is.
If you're fat on Idol, you're gonna win.
Could we stop with the fat, please?
Guys. We've gotta finish the service in the next hour.
[TV turns off]
-Jesus. Sorry, Dad. -Oh, fuck!
[Diane] Can we watch it with the F-bombs, please?
You don't wing a fu-- a eulogy, Eddie.
Too many people are counting on you.
I think I'm gonna wing it.
[Diane] Father Rose called,
and he wants to see the eulogy
so he can refer to it for the homily.
"Father Rose sat on a tack. Father Rose."
OK. OK. I think, we're all probably pretty low blood sugar.
-So, here we go. -[Eddie] Oh, what do we have here?
We have some delicious sandwiches.
-I've reached Uber Lord Warrior. -Jay, get off that, please.
It's three echelons above Black Death Swamp Field.
Did you hear what I said? Please get off that.
That's until the Black Death Swamp, right there,
-seeps into an open orifice. -Oh!
-OK. Enough. Off with that, please! -Have you seen this?
-These are great, Diane. -Yes, I've seen it.
- Please. Off. -My immunity crystal broke.
-[video game] You suck. -Shit.
[Eddie] All right, what have we got here?
Right here is a vegan surprise, and it's a cheese steak,
but with hummus and a quinoa paste which is delicious.
Ooh, and then this one. Diet, gluten-free Chicken Caesar Wrap.
Huh. I didn't know that you were vegan.
She is so not.
Attitude and tone, please.
I get them from Pick-a-Deli-Square.
My Curves trainer is the one that set me up with them.
-[Eddie] Well, I'm sorry to hear that. -Funny. Hilarious.
She eats chocolate pretzels every night, but that's OK, right, Mom?
This family is so judgmental.
I would have made a delicious family dinner,
but my father just died, and I'm mourning him, all right?
Diane, I didn't ask you to cook, OK? This is fine.
-This is great. -It is fine.
And don't expect waffles and eggs tomorrow.
-Just cereal, all right? -Do you want waffles and eggs?
-Just cereal... -No, we didn't--
minus the Black Death, if that's all right with you, Jay!
[video game] You suck.
[screams]
I'm processing!
Fuck!
-[screaming] -No, you--
No, just let him go. He'll be fine.
You know, as devout a Catholic
as Dad was, he didn't want to go to heaven.
He did not... want to meet Jesus.
No, he fought...
every day in that hospital.
He fought to stay here. He wanted another day...
on Earth. Didn't you, Dad?
He wanted another day with you.
He loved you.
He wanted...
my God, a steamed crab.
-You know, he wanted a cold beer. -[laughter]
He wanted another day at the beach. He wanted to walk down that boardwalk.
[Eddie sighs]
You know, at the end, he just wanted...
just another sip of water.
And I wish I could have given it to him, ya know?
He just wanted one more. One more breath.
-[mellow music playing] -[football commentary on TV]
Wow.
Wow. That looks good.
You still doing the valet thing in Chicago?
I'm a doorman, Dad, at the Peninsula.
It's a five-star hotel. It's a pretty big deal.
I told you get a civil service job.
You never have to worry about a thing.
Secure. Go for the security.
Security. Yes, sir. Join the Army.
¶ Join the Army ¶
I fought for my country. I was half your age.
I stayed in the service just to sock some cash away.
-Nothing wrong with that. -Yeah.
Dad, it was the Vietnam War, remember?
You were drafted, so I don't really think you had a choice.
When you grow up with very little,
you learn to appreciate the security the Army gives you.
Dad, you and I both know I never would have made it in the fucking Army.
I would have given my left nut to really-- really be an artist,
but we had you kids, and I had to step up, you know?
A struggling cartoonist?
I mean, you can't feed four mouths. Forget about it.
Oh, yeah, life is full of disappointment.
"You're never gonna get what you want."
You used to tell us that, Dad, right?
What the hell is this all about, anyway?
-Nothing, I just said-- -What's up your ass?
Whatever you didn't achieve, whatever disappointments that you had,
that's your own.
Regrets? I have no goddamn regrets.
Oh, come on. That's bullshit.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about, regrets.
Well, look around! The art.
This is what gave you joy. You're an artist.
You will never understand that kind of responsibility.
Those kids standing there, looking at you. "What are you gonna do, Dad?"
It's just you.
Kids. Boom, boom, boom, boom. There they are.
Feed 'em. Take care of 'em.
Your life is looking at your own face in the mirror, what the hell?
It's not the same thing, is it?
Because I'm not a dad, I don't know?
You have to admit, my friend, you--
you took the low road.
Oh, my God. Well, that's--
You and your whole goddamn generation.
"Me, me, what do I want?"
I've worked hard ever since I was 12 years old,
every fucking day, and you know it.
I've been retired for 24 years.
I work harder now than I ever did in my life. You see all this?
Where do you think it came from?
It came from my work. Work! I lived, Eddie.
I'm waiting for the other part, Dad.
Come on. I know you want to say it.
I haven't accomplished anything with my life.
Isn't that what you want to say?
Son...
you're drinking a beer in the afternoon.
You offered it to me.
Whenever I drink a beer at night, it's because I've earned it.
You gotta build a life, Eddie.
Brick by brick. You gotta build it.
What are you saying? I didn't fucking earn this beer?
[screaming] Notre Dame just intercepted on the five-yard line.
They are going to score. Come on. Come on.
-I forgot about the game. -Notre Dame. Go, go.
I'll be right there.
[sighs]
[grunts]
I kind of, um, forgot what I was gonna say.
[bell tolling]
Andy, you want to say something?
Yeah, sure, Eddie. Yeah.
Hi, everybody.
I just, uh, happen to have some notes.
Here. I'm so grateful to God that Dad was our father.
Because he-- he was also our hero.
He taught us how to be tough
and to stand up for what we believed in,
and he always supported us,
because he taught us that life is tough, and you have to be tough.
Because life is scary. It's not all peace and love,
and everybody doesn't always win a trophy.
And you gotta be tough.
And you gotta be a man. And that was my dad.
I remember when I was came home from school one day,
and a school bully had called me fat,
and I was upset, and I told Dad.
And he said, "You turn your butt around,
you go back to that school, and you punch that slob right in the nose."
And I knew my dad loved me, even if he never said it,
because then he gave me a big hug.
And my dad-- my dad's hugs, man,
he gave us those big bearhugs, you know, didn't he, Diane?
He gave us all the bearhugs, Right? He-- Zak? Eddie?
He gave us bearhugs, 'cause he loved us, and he was tough.
My dad was a tough guy. He was a man.
He was tough, and he didn't need to say he loved us.
We knew it, and he gave us hugs, and he was a good man.
[Eddie] Thanks, buddy.
I'll just-- I'll put it back now,
Then you can start.
[grunts] I'll put it right back. OK.
There we go.
Oh, no, jeez. I'm sorry.
All right. It's OK.
Sorry.
All right. I think we're good. Father.
When's the last time I've been to a Mass? I don't know.
-You should read it. -I really don't...
-They want me to read this. -OK.
Ah! "Intercession Prayers: In Baptism, Robert Mills
receive the light of Christ.
Scatter the darkness now,
and lead him over the waters of death."
That's very poetic.
Further down.
Uh, "For the sick and dying.
May they find peace in their suffering."
-That's fine. -Mm-hmm.
Wait a minute.
"For the unborn?
-Pray for their mothers to choose life over death?" -Unborn?
Yeah, yeah. This is it.
-Yeah. -Are you kidding me with this?
-What? -You'd have actually put this in the Mass?
It's what Dad wanted. He was very pro-life.
We thought the ceremony should reflect Dad's religious experience.
Right. Right.
My parish says a prayer
for aborted babies every Sunday,
-so they go to heaven. -I don't care.
So, pro-life Democrats
are all gonna just burn in hell?
Oh, my gosh, I knew you guys
would make this about politics.
Where is the word Democrat anywhere in there?
You're completely politicizing Dad's funeral.
This has absolutely nothing to do with politics,
-all right? -Oh, it does.
Roe v. Wade is going to be overturned. Deal with it!
-It's not going to be overturned. -That's a political stance.
-Why do you always go there? -Over my dead body.
I don't want to interrupt. I'm sorry, but you want to go soon?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, we will.
-Come on over. -I'm just-- I'm tired.
I know, baby. It's been a tough day.
-I don't know... -[gasps]
I don't know whether-- what people wear to be cremated,
because this is his favorite suit, but...
he loved other things, too.
-Loved the one that... When he wears the one... -[dogs barking]
Oh, no, no, no, you have to let the doggies out.
-OK. We will. We will. -We'll take care of it.
-[dogs howling and barking] -You'll be all right.
[Dawn] Your dad's been very organized.
I won't have to worry about a thing.
Why are we even talking about this?
I don't want to be a burden on anybody, OK?
And you should all know this.
Look, I'm not getting any younger,
and I probably won't get much older either.
And, um, your dad's gonna be cremated.
-I just want you to know. -Wow. Cremation?
Wow. Great topic for lunch.
-Look... -And he doesn't want a viewing either.
Hey, look, it's what I want.
Isn't that right, sweetheart? You don't want a viewing?
So, don't blame me, any of you.
Really? Why is that, Dad?
Your stepmother doesn't like being surprised or scared.
Ah, come on, a viewing is creepy, anyway.
Well, the reason you have a viewing is so people can pay their respects
Oh, come on with this.
Your family can have time to process the loss before jumping into a funeral.
Look she doesn't want it, OK? That's good enough for me.
I owe my whole life to this woman.
[Dawn] That's right.
I can't stand surprises.
That's why I always read the books backwards.
Hold it. You read the endings of books first?
Yes, I do. I read the last page first,
because if I don't know the ending, I get very, very anxious.
-I never knew that. -Me neither.
Very interesting.
Dad, a viewing is not about you. It's for us,
the people left behind who are still grieving.
Can you imagine Dawn staring down at me?
I'm cold in the coffin, like this...
-Stop. -[Bob laughing]
She would have that last image of me haunting her,
thinking I'm gonna rise up out of the coffin like...
[moaning like a zombie]
Stop it, Bob. [squeals]
-[grunting and yelling] -[dogs barking]
Oh, no. Abner and Dusty, no, wait.
Wait. Dusty. No, no, no, no, no. Come on. Come on.
They're stealing the...
Pickles. He loves pickles. Give him a pickle.
-Come here, sweetheart. Come here, baby boy. -Knock it off.
-[Abner and Dusty barking] -Knock it off, the two of you. Go on. Sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet. That's right. Look at me.
All right.
Dad, you're looking slim.
Lost three notches on the belt.
Not bad, huh?
-Thank you. -I listen to the old boss.
-Low sodium, no sugar. Portion control. -There you go.
-He's lost 18 pounds. -Hey!
Remind me, honey. We have to get more fish oil supplements
on the way back from your eye exam on Friday. We'll get it at Costco.
Your father doesn't burn enough calories
without exercise anymore.
He can't go on his cardio walks with me at all.
I just can't breathe. I told her take the dogs, do it without me.
And Bernie, Bernie's a good man. He can keep up with her.
-Who's this Bernie? -[coughs]
Oh, he's four houses down.
He's that beautiful house with holly and roses.
I help him with his Greyhound Rescue every other Sunday.
Bernie is a-- He's a good-looking man.
[clicks tongue] He's got salt-and-pepper hair, and he's tall.
And, yeah, he's really handsome.
Mmm. That's Bernie.
Well, I can't give up my workouts. [scoffs]
-Dad, I had no idea you weren't walking. -Yeah.
Until we get to the bottom of this breathing problem, you know?
Yeah, the cardiologist thinks it's emphysema.
The pulmonary specialist thinks it's his heart.
Just pray it's not emphysema.
When this man turned 73, he started falling apart.
[kissing]
Listen, he's the Bionic Man. What have you got inside there?
You've got a pacemaker, two valve replacements.
-How many stents you got? -Five.
-They don't last forever.
[chuckles]
Diane, those pounds seem to be sneaking up on you.
Do you ever get your thyroid checked?
Not recently, Dawn.
Well, I always get my thyroid checked,
especially when my clothes are getting a little tight.
Well, maybe I should just get my jaw wired shut.
Oh, that's an option.
Oh. [laughs nervously] Oh, you were kidding.
Wow, I'm so sorry.
-[Dawn] Spit. -[spitting]
-OK. -[coughing]
-Hey, guys. -Eddie!
Oh, hey, Eddie!
[Bob] What's this, huh?
I told you on Monday Eddie was flying in.
He's on so many meds right now, he can't remember anything.
Nobody told me anything.
Oh, yes, I did.
I must really be in trouble with you here.
-No. Hi. -Hi.
-Oh, you smell like smoke. -You should be working. It's a waste of time.
-All I'm doing is sitting here... -Dad, I was coming anyway.
getting needles for Christ sakes.
-I was coming anyway. OK? -Yeah. Sure.
-[coughs] -You look good. Good to see you.
Thanks. I appreciate it. They're poking me.
They're sticking needles every place you can think of.
Wow, that looks like it really smarts, huh?
Heard you missed your flight.
I did. It's a whole story. It's not important.
-So, you wanna eat? -Not necessarily.
Well, Andy and Diane are downstairs at the commissary if you want--
If you're hungry, you can just...
[coughing] They're all downstairs eating lunch.
You're staying at Diane's, right?
-Yeah. -There's nothing to do up here.
Might as well go down there and say hello. I'll tell you,
that 695 is gonna be a shit show in a couple of hours.
If you want to get going, now's the time.
Dad. I just got here. I'm not getting back on the beltway.
You know what happened to me last night? I couldn't sleep a wink.
Yeah, Abner had diarrhea everywhere at 1:00 a.m. in the morning.
Sprayed with his tail. It was unbelievable.
She spent all night cleaning the carpets for that damn dog.
-Dr. Brewster continually wants us to go on kibble. -He eats too fast,
and he eats too much, and he's old like me.
He can't eat kibble without gravy.
You love that dog. You love that dog.
Oh, come on. You love that dog.
-That guy charges as much as these guys charge here. -You love it.
Hey, you know what? Maybe I will just let Diane know I'm here.
Okay.
Blood oxygen alarm, Mr. Mills.
No, no, no, don't take the elevator on the left, it's not working.
-It's not working. -Well, I'm sure I'll Figure it out.
-See you later. -Bye.
You in here jibber-jabbering, when he should be resting?
-He's the jibber-jabberer. -All right.
You getting your husband excited?
[ambulance siren wails]
[EKG beeping]
[Bob breathing heavily]
Dad. Dad. No, no, no. Don't get up.
D-Dad, no, no, no. Dad. Andy!
-I gotta-- -No, no, no. What are you doing?
-I gotta take a crap! -Okay, okay, easy.
Hold on. I gotta get behind you. Over here.
[Andy] Dad. You doing good. You're doing good.
Relax, Dad. You're doing great. Just relax for a second.
Hey, Eddie, be careful of his PICC line, that goes all the way inside his heart.
-Yeah, be careful. -I gotta move, God damn it!
[Andy] We're moving. We're moving.
Dad, I need you to go slower. OK?
Slower? If I go any slower, I'll shit on your shoes.
Wouldn't be the first time.
-I gotta back up. -I got you. I got you. OK. I got you. Sorry.
-[groans] -OK. Stay with him. Stay with him.
-I got it. -Stay with him.
All right, Dad. Get in there.
I got it. God damn it.
-I got it. -All right.
Hey, Dad. It's one more step, Dad.
-Get the hell out of here! -Okay.
What are you going to do? Wipe my ass now?
-God! [breathing heavily] -[Bob] Go on!
-Yeah. -There you go, Dad.
[babbling]
-That's my boy. -[knock at door]
-Hey! -Just one more. Oh.
Good morning, Eddie.
-Hey. -Mornin'. Mornin'.
-How you guys doing? -Good.
-Phew. Hey, Dad. -Ready? Ready?
You look great. How you feeling?
-I feel good. -One more.
You look wonderful, Dawn.
-You do. -Thank you.
-[coughing] -Oh, sweetheart. Too much. Maybe too much sausage.
-[coughing deeply] -OK. OK.
Do I need to call the nurse? You OK?
-You all right? -You all right?
-All right. -You want something?
OK. You want something to drink? Or you're OK?
Oh, you boys... You guys are really, really great to stay here
and help with your father like this, but...
-Oh, it's no problem. -Well, it's not really necessary.
They have a great staff here.
No, the staff here is not exactly on the ball.
-Well, we love the staff here. -OK.
You know what? I'm gonna pay you
for all the gas you're using.
-Dawn, you don't have to pay me for gas. -No, I'm going to.
You know, when I was your age,
I was five years away from retirement.
I had a full pension from BATA Shoes.
I'm going to give you the $40.
I'm not taking it. I'm not taking the cash.
-Take it, Eddie. -I have my own money.
Take the goddamn $40, will you?
-See? -OK.
$40 is $40.
Thank you.
So, when are you flying back?
Uh, I just got here. I flew in yesterday.
-[cell phone vibrating] -Oh. Ooh. Wait a minute. Hold on.
Uh, I gotta take this. I'll be right back.
Be right back, sweetheart.
-Yeah. -I got him.
-Can you do that? -Yeah.
-OK. -Dad.
So you done eating?
Yeah.
You want a little something else? How about some rice pudding?
You like rice-- All right? A little bit of rice pudding?
-Yeah. -Here you go.
-Good stuff. -Right.
Always straight to dessert for you, right?
[both laughing]
Here.
-You like that? -All right.
That's good. You want to feed yourself, or you want me to...
-Hand me the goddamn... -All right.
[coughing deeply]
-God. [gagging] -Sorry, Dad. Y-You OK?
You OK? OK. He's choking.
-OK. Hold on. -[beeping]
[Nurse over intercom] Nursing station. Can I help you?
Yes, my father's choking on something in here.
-Dad. -[Diane] Oh, my God. What's happening?
[distorted voices] -Did you call the nurse? -I did.
-Could you help? Get in here. -Oh, my God.
God damn it. Can I get a fucking nurse in here?
-He can only swallow one thing at a time. -My father's choking to death.
Oh, my God. Water goes straight to his lungs.
-[Bob wheezing] -What's happening here?
I was only gone for a second.
-How could you... -Hang on, Dad.
I'm not...
These hospital staff don't read anything.
Help me lean him forward.
-[vomiting] -[screams]
[EKG beeping rapidly]
-That is such a horrible thing to watch. -I know. Would you please--
[Dawn] Please, Diane, get ahold of yourself.
Dad, are you OK?
Gentle breaths. Breathing normally.
Where is the nutritionist?
Would you like to speak to my supervisor?
Very much. They brought the wrong food? I mean, that's insanity.
[Diane sobbing]
And I would like the nutritionist up here immediately.
-[Diane] Right now! -Thank you.
It's not your fault.
-Dad, you OK? -Yeah, yeah.
You're all right, sweetheart. All right. OK, angel.
You're OK. That was scary, but you're OK, precious.
[thunder crashing]
Until he's re-evaluated, we need to restrict all foods and liquids.
So, what's that mean? He can't eat or drink anything?
Well, he's aspirated into his lungs.
That means... means a feeding tube?
No, no, no, no, Bob. He didn't say that.
As a last resort. Yes.
Let's see how the swallowing test goes,
and we'll go from there.
-Thank you. Thank you, Doctor. -Thank you, Doctor.
[Eddie] The magic chariot, it has arrived.
So, hang on a second. Hang on. Let me explain this to ya.
You're gonna get up real slow. We got a lot of things to deal with.
I'm gonna put you in there. Then we go to the swallow clinic.
-All right. -You're good. You're good.
-[Diane] You got it. -There we go. That's good. That's good.
-That's it. -Okay, I got this.
-Turn. Hang on. -All right.
-You locked the wheelchair? -Now get these things.
-I did. -Oh, God.
-No, no, no. -Oh, God.
You're on your cables. You're on your cables.
-That's OK. That's OK. -[moaning] Oh, my wrist.
-Diane? -[sobbing] I'm OK.
What the hell are you crying for, then?
Because it hurt when I fell.
-Can you get up here, please? -Oh, my wrist.
Just get to the chair. Get to the chair, please.
-Hey, Daddy. -Clear the wires.
There we are. All right.
-How is that? -Yeah, great.
Nice and easy, guys. We're gonna go real easy here.
-Dad's connected. -Let me move this thing.
Move some goddamn thing.
OK. I'm moving it. I got it.
-[Eddie] OK. -[Bob] That's perfect.
-[Diane] You got it? -All right. Here we go.
[Diane sighing] OK. Look out. Oh.
No, I understand that, but I can't work two shifts in a row. No, Zak.
You've got to do a shift. I can't do 24 hours straight.
So, you call Diane. Call Andy, 'cause I'm not doing it.
No, someone has to cover it, not me.
-No. Call Diane. Jesus! -Hey!
The dude with the broken neck has the right of way, eh, Dutchy Boy?
-God. Brick. -[Brick laughing]
-Man, how are you? -How am I?
I'm a fucking quadriplegic? What the fuck? How am I?
Come on. Good to see you. Pound it out,
right down there on the right hand. Yup!
Come on. Give me a pound, give me a pound, give-- Ow!
-[screaming] Oh, my God. -What the fuck?!
-I'm sorry. -God, babe, are you...
-[laughing] -[laughing] He can't feel anything. He can't...
You should have seen your face. You remember Donna, right?
Yeah, sure, I do.
-Good to see you. -You don't remember me.
-That's OK. I remember you. -I do.
-Um... -What's up, buddy?
I haven't seen you, since...
Since that wave broke my neck and saved my life.
Best thing that ever happened to me.
-Praise Jesus. -Hallelujah.
Brick just aced his swallow test.
-Mm-hmm. Yeah. -Lungs clear.
All the important parts still working great on my Bricky.
What she's saying, she mean's my dick is A-OK,
-What? What? -Oh, gonna get some later. Gonna get some.
Gonna get some. Gonna get some.
-[Donna humming] -Get up. Get up. Get up. She gets up on me.
I don't feel nothing. She just feels everything.
Ten stories tall. Yeah, we just run me up the flagpole.
-Okay, well, actually... -[laughing] Give me some sugar, honey.
-Give me some sugar. -I, uh...
I can feel that.
My Dad is actually in there getting a swallow test.
-Oh, yeah? How is he? -Your dad?
That's why I was here.
Oh, look who the cat dragged in.
-Hey. -Oh, my God.
-A little high school reunion. -Hi. How you doing?
-Hi. Wow. -Sue.
-Yeah. Um... -[Brick] Oh. Awkward.
Hey, look at you two.
Why don't you take her to the prom?
Ask her to the prom. You could get her a corsage.
Hey, I'm not being a pain in the ass. I'm just saying.
-Yes, you are. -All right. Well, listen. I'll let you two--
-Van's out front. -OK. Thank you.
I'll let you two lovebirds do a little catching up, all right?
Dutchy, we will grab a drink a little bit later on.
And when I say grab a drink, I mean you're gonna grab a drink.
You're also gonna have to grab my drink.
You're gonna have to also grab me a straw,
-and you might gonna have to maybe grab-- -Get your wallet.
You gotta pay for the drinks, too.
If your feet work, that's the rule. Don't be a dick, Eddie.
-[laughing] Walking guys pay. -Pain in the ass.
I'll see you later. I can't believe this.
I run into Brick? Then I run into you.
Yeah. Yeah, I heard about your dad.
Oh, it's not a big deal.
No, actually it is kind of a big deal. Actually it sucks.
-Yeah. -You know.
Yeah, well, I'm just-- I'm here to adjust Brick's PT schedule.
You have to stay on the staff here. They are so shitty.
I mean, they literally kill people at this hospital.
-Yeah, I know that. -Oh, I'm sure they won't.
I'm sure they got good people in here.
No, they're terrible. That's why I'm here.
Yeah. We're helping out.
So you're still doing the nursing thing?
No, I was never a--
Post-op cardiac catheter lab technician thing.
-OK. OK. -That's not the same thing.
-How's Dr. Wojowo-whoitz? -Dr. Daniel Wojowulitz.
-Oh, yeah, Dr. Dan, the proctologist. -Neurologist.
-Same thing. -Mmm.
It's not. He's, um--
He's, you know, finishing up his residency at Columbia.
That's great. Good. Good.
-Kids are great. -Kids?
-I thought you had one kid. -Yeah. I got two.
-Two boys, Devon and Derek. -[car horn honking]
-I should go. Brick's my ride. -OK.
How long are you in town for?
Like, um, a week.
I'm just letting my mom spoil the kids before they go to sleepaway camp.
-Tell your mom I said hey. -Yeah. I will.
It's-- How are things? Really. How...
-With me? Oh, great. -Yeah.
Not so great. I don't know. The same.
I'm a doorman. I'm broke, single.
What happened to what's her name? You know, with the...
Oh, that's been over-- Long time ago.
I-I'm sorry about that.
What are you apologizing for?
I-- No idea. I don't know.
I should go. Brick's waiting and...
-[cell phone ringing] -You should come by sometime, meet the kids.
That's not gonna happen.
Yeah, right, why--
Why would you want to meet my kids?
-Yeah. Take that. -Hi, honey.
I'm sorry. Yeah. No. I'm, um, still at the hospital.
Yeah.
¶ What's the use Worrying about ¶
¶ The ways in which the world Might come to end? ¶
¶ When all along, It's been a book ¶
Fuck it.
¶ On the side of the bed That you never read instead ¶
¶ Many years from now ¶
¶ I know you'll hear me Somehow ¶
¶ When our bodies Free our souls ¶
¶ Places we will go ¶
[distorted voices] It's all right. It's OK. It's OK.
[nurse] How are we doing today, Mr. Mills? How's it all going here?
-We're good. -Oh, I see you've pulled your feeding tube out.
It's OK, Dad. Dad.
He's moved his feeding tube out three times.
You know what this means.
I'm gonna get the crew up here, and we're gonna get dad restrained.
We need another... Need a change of clothes for him.
Get a crew up here. Dad, it's all right. Listen to me.
-Dad. Dad. -[moaning]
You just pulled out your feeding tube. It's OK. I'm gonna clean you up.
-OK? -All right.
I'm gonna clean you up.
I can't...
-[Eddie whispering] That's what I'm saying. -[Andy] That's impossible...
-in our backyard. Why can't you guys listen? Listen...
Respiratory is ready to go now.
-So is the cardiac guy. -Legally, legally,
Dad is like a lawsuit waiting to happen.
-He's not stable... -Here's the problem.
Dr. Cho is a fucking hack. He's just waiting on Dad to die,
so that'll take care of everything for him.
Bingo. OK. Can we get him in Hopkins now?
Please. Time is running out.
No. Dawn doesn't want that, Zak. You know that.
He doesn't want Dawn driving all the way to Baltimore.
That's insane. This whole fucking thing is insane.
No. She doesn't want to leave her fucking dogs is what it is.
Listen, guys.
Dad is fucking starving right now.
-I know. OK, but... -OK. He needs a feeding... fucking feeding tube today.
Well, fuck me.
Fucking Dr. Cho.
Huh. Interesting.
-Oh, my God. I hope he didn't hear us. -I don't give a fuck.
-I'm going over there. -Andy.
Don't go there. Let him eat.
No, I'm gonna go over there and help you scare him.
Why don't you stay here?
We don't need two hotheads going over there.
You stay. I'll go with you.
OK. Good, 'cause I need a witness in case shit goes down.
-Ah. The Mills family. -Hmm.
-Hello, Doc. Could we get a word with you? -Yeah.
I'm right in the middle of my meal break.
That's funny, 'cause our dad,
-he can't get a break at all. Or a meal. -Yeah.
Do you mind if I finish my bagel and then we could talk about your father?
-Actually, I do mind. -Yeah, I mind, too.
OK.
Your father has completely blocked lungs,
mass in his upper left lung caused by the pneumonia.
He's got end-of-life emphysema.
The MRI of his lungs is the worst I've ever seen on any living patient.
He can barely process oxygen.
He's contracted MRSA, which is a highly fatal staph infection,
and to combat that, he's on Zyvox,
which is like interferon. It's powerful,
and it's so poisonous that it, too, is fatal.
Your father has diabetes.
His kidneys are failing.
In order to stabilize his blood sugar,
we have to introduce nutrients into his body,
and he's lost the ability to swallow food and water.
How am I supposed to stabilize your father when I know
that he will die the second we put him under?
How?
Enjoy your-- your lunch.
-Thank you. -Sorry about that.
He's got a terrible bedside manner.
[country music playing]
-[Matt] So, Bob's at Chesapeake Memorial? -[Eddie] Yeah.
-It's not good. -I know.
-It's not good, friend. -I hate it there.
-Death Hospital. -What do you mean?
Do you know what they call people that go there?
-What? -Dead people.
Would you stop it?
I'm just saying. Did you try Hopkins?
-Of course we tried Hopkins. -Well, what up?
He didn't want her to be in Baltimore,
and she wanted to be close to the dogs.
-Do you mean those space poodles? -[laughs] Yes, yes.
-I hate those things. -They're cute.
-They're gross. -OK. I know.
Anyway, it's... it's not a good thing. I'm glad you met with me.
-I'm completely depressed. -Hmm. Well,
that's what happens when you go to a Death Hospital.
It's a roach motel. They check in. They don't check out.
-Are you trying to depress me? -They come out in gurneys.
Would you stop it? 'Cause you're being a total dick.
-Whoa. OK. You know what? -Come on.
Look, V-Man? We need to hit the worm. Now.
-Whoa. Whoa. Hey. Dude. -What? Yeah?
-Do you believe in miracles? -What miracles?
-Yeah. 'Cause one just walked in the door. -Oh, I see.
-Yeah. -Very nice.
-You recognize her? -No.
-You don't? -Oh!
-Velma Lauren. -[whispers] No.
-Vinnie's little sister. -Get out.
-Wait a minute. Didn't she marry Carl Perkins? -That's right.
That's right but she's not with old Carl now, because he went to jail
-for selling meth. -Meth?
Yeah. And she used to work at Suzie-Q's.
-She's a stripper? -Yes.
-She used to work the pole. -Holy sh--
-She was a stripper? -Yes, she was a stripper.
but now she's an inspector, BG&E and she smells real nice.
-Oh, my God. She looks amazing. -[whispers indistinctly]
-No, would you stop it? -Yes. Come on. Come on. You're doing this.
-You're Eddie Mills. -No.
-You deserve this. -I don't.
-You're doing this. -I'm not getting that.
-Yes. -I don't need to get laid.
-Yeah, you do. -I do not.
You need to take time off from dying, OK?
Take time off from this dying stuff.
-I'm not-- I don't need this. -You do need this.
-Buddy, I'm sure. -Look, I'll pump you up.
-Listen. -You're Eddie Mills.
-Yeah, Eddie Mills, 25 years ago. -Senior Class President.
Yeah, 50 pounds heavier.
-Jud from Oklahoma! -Jud from Oklahoma!
And JV Lacrosse. You know, you can't win everything.
-Is that Eddie? Eddie Mills? -Hey.
-Oh, my God. Eddie Mills.
How's it going?
Look-- I haven't seen you in-- Oh, my God.
You look so cute. [laughing]
Oh, wow. That is quite a welcome.
Eddie frickin' Mills! What are you doing here?
Just in town. It's great to see you. You know, back at home.
-You look exactly the same. -Thank you.
I mean, you know, he put on a few, right, Matt?
-More than a few. -[laughing]
-No, you look really cute. -You look amazing.
Oh, thanks.
These are new, do you like these?
Yes, I'm sure I would have remembered those.
[laughing] Yeah, I didn't have them when we were in that show together.
Do you remember what show?
-Yeah. -Do you remember the show we did together?
[whispers] It's the South Pacific.
-Do you remember when I was in the show with you? -South Pacific.
-Matt, do you remember? -What?
OK. It's true. Me and him never stopped talking about it.
-He prompted me. -You were so good.
I'm old, and I forget everything, but how could I forget you?
Yeah, well, my God I was so obsessed with you.
[gasps] We need a drink. Vince, we need a drink. You want to buy me a drink?
Uh, I will buy you a drink. Can I have a drink here for this lovely lady?
Oh, you've got some. I need a shot. We gotta sit down.
OK. Shot. Sit down. Where?
-I got a booth in the corner. -Booth.
-It's my favorite place -Booth in the corner. Let's go.
-It's kind of like my personal box. -OK.
Let's go right over here.
-What are you doing here? -Oh...
it's depressing. My dad's dying.
-Oh, baby. -[whines] Yeah.
-Sorry to hear that. -But, I'm here to have a good time.
[all] L'chaim.
[upbeat song playing]
¶ To life, To life, l'chaim ¶
You want to do a body shot? Salt, drink, and then lime.
You put it in your mouth.
-OK. -Mmm.
[singing along to karaoke]
Wait right here. I want to get my girls.
[vocalizing]
Watch yourself.
We'll just do karaoke.
Go with karaoke.
[singing along]
That's good. That's good. Pick a solo. Pick a solo.
[singing heartily]
[cheering and laughing]
[ballad playing]
Ah. Well, that's where she was. She was there.
You know what it's like when you wanna see someone you don't want to see.
-What's her last name again? -Deever. Sue Deever.
Yes. Sue Deever. Oh, she was mean.
-She's a great person. -No, she's not.
No, she is. She's married. She's a doctor.
-She's a snob. -She's a nurse. She has kids.
She's a biatch.
-Would you stop? -Biatch.
No. I love her.
Screw Sue. Fuck me.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
-Baby. Honey. -[moaning]
-Eddie, stop it. Stop it. Stop it. -OK. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Sorry. I'm sorry. -OK. Almost, almost, almost.
OK, sing. Sing for me, baby. Sing for me.
-Sing what? -Sing something.
¶ Some enchanted evening ¶
[both moaning]
[laughing]
¶ You will meet a stranger ¶
Okay, don't move. Wait. I don't want to leak.
-[Eddie] OK. Oh. -I got it.
[Velma squeals]
-Phew. -That's a tight squeeze.
-It is. -Isn't that fun?
OK. Oh, shit. All right. I gotta get going.
I told Carl like a half hour ago, I'd be back.
Hold on. Carl Perkins? You guys are divorced.
Oh, no, sweetie. We're just separated.
-We're workin' on it. -What?
He always loved you, by the way. I'm gonna tell him you say hi.
Thanks, baby. That was fun.
[car engine starting]
OK. I'll see ya.
Mm.
[coughs]
[dogs barking]
[Dr. Cho] A-And as I said, my team is standing by to go
as soon as Dr. Rabinowitz here
can assure me that Mr. Mills is stable.
PEG.
Percutaneous endoscopic gastrostomy.
What's that first word again?
Percuta... Percutaneous? Percutaneous.
Yeah, a feeding tube here, is inserted through the stomach wall,
Cho's doing this. I'm not do this. Um...
in order for your father to eat.
[Dr. Cho] And as we've discussed,
this operation has, at best, at best,
a 5% chance of succeeding.
[Dr. Rabinowitz] Well, the numbers increase to 10%, possibly 12%,
depending upon how quickly Dr. Cho finishes.
After my team inserts the feeding tube into the stomach,
Respiratory here would like an extra few minutes
to clear away some of the bronchial obstructions.
Right. What I would like to do is open a breathing tract
here, by extracting some of the diseased...
Excuse me, ma'am. We'll just do it on you.
Uh, by extracting some of the diseased tissue at the right quadrant,
uh, which is basically just above the lungs.
And increased air flow should give your father more of a fighting chance.
Yeah, but extending the procedure by even a minute decreases Bob's chances.
[Dr. Cho] And we may never get him back.
We're taking the risk. We've already discussed it.
We're not doing hospice at home.
-Because, I cannot stand it anymore. -[Bob coughing]
-Listen to me. Listen to me. -Oh, God.
I watched my brother die, all right, gasping like a--
like a beached whale, and I'm not gonna put her through that.
[Dr. Rabinowitz] If we do nothing at all, he will starve to death.
That'd take, uh, two to three weeks.
We're doing the feeding tube.
We've already decided. It's the feeding tube.
And let me tell you something, children.
I have one life to live, and I'm going to live it.
This pain and suffering, no more.
I cannot take it one more day. It's done. Done.
If this doesn't work...
-if you can't make this work... -OK.
-you got three days. -Let me--
After three days, you pull the plug.
-All right? -Let me get this on your face. Come on.
-You pull the goddamn plug. -[Dr. Rabinowitz] Sir.
-I'm not gonna put her through this. -Sir. Sir.
[Dawn] Babe, please, please, please, please.
You heard it. That's it. Three days.
That's it.
And I think it's important for the family
to understand your father and mother's wishes.
I've seen this tear families apart.
OK. We good?
All right.
[Andy] Who's this? Who's this?
-Is that a janitor? -Maybe.
-How you doing? -Hi.
How you doing? Lousy. Sucks, right?
I'm Joey. Uh, Mills, you're the Mills?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
My cousin's the boss. He doesn't usually like me to interact with the--the...
clientele. I'm "in training."
So kind of a mid-life career sort of a reboot.
What color is my parachute? Blue.
So, uh, I'm-- I'm gonna be driving your dad.
Uh, his body, and you're following me, right?
-Yeah. -OK.
And, uh, thing is we gotta kinda move it along,
'cause we got a 9:00 a.m. viewing.
Teenage kid. Motorcycle versus cement truck,
so it's a real... real mess.
Giuseppe, my cousin, the boss, he's-- He's in there right now
trying to figure out which parts go where.
Um, but he's an artist. I mean,
he could put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
-[Giuseppe] Hey! -[Diane] Yeah.
Here he is.
-Hey! -Gotta go.
[Italian accent] I told you never, never.
-Not with my clientele. -What? I was doing fine here.
-Yes. I capisce. -OK. Go.
Bon giorno. Hello. Nice to make your acquaintance.
Forgive me to be late.
I apologize. I had much to put together.
Ah, well if you now gather each other, we walk in the back.
Your father is waiting.
[Andy] Are we getting out of the fucking car?
[distant] They can't give him the Haldol to sleep...
because of the feeding tube procedure.
He has to be coherent.
He had a terrible night's sleep last night. Poor baby.
Dad? Dad?
-Is he... -No, he's-- he's-- he's sleeping.
Sleeping with his eyes open. It just started.
He sleeps that way now.
I can't-- can't think about it.
Um... Oh, I gave him a sponge bath.
And he doesn't ask for his bridge anymore, because at this point
he doesn't eat anymore, so it doesn't matter.
We only put his teeth in when we have visitors.
What did they say about the bedsores?
They don't seem too concerned about it.
What does that mean?
I don't know. Ask the doctors.
They're sending in a bed team to evaluate him.
Just I don't know when.
-Where you going, Dawn? -Chores. Bills.
Abner's diarrhea.
He-- Your father did everything with me for 35 years.
See you later, sweetie pie.
See you.
-Dressed to the nines? -I know.
She's going to have lunch with that Bernie.
Oh, the-- the dog walker guy?
-That guy. Are you kidding me? Yes. -Really?
-Have you met him? -Yeah, I've met him.
-He's like a Dapper Dan. -OK.
He's horrible, and come on.
I know Dad's gonna need his feeding tube any minute, and she can't take it.
-Yeah, she's gone through a lot. -Everyone's going through a lot.
You know what she's doing? She's afraid to be alone.
-That's true. -She's setting up Bernie for sloppy seconds.
That's harsh of you.
She's processing.
She's gotta leave the room every now and then.
That's what she's doing. I know.
Sloppy seconds. That's not fair.
-You know it's the truth. -Hey, Dad.
-Dad, how you doing? -Oh, my God.
-Dad. Hey. -Take--
Take care of her.
You promise me.
-Promise! -I will. I promise.
[coughs]
[voices echoing] Bye, Eddie. I love you.
-You, too, Dad. -I love you.
[Giuseppe] Plain cremation box.
[Andy] Hey.
Somebody want to identify the father,
and then we're gonna be on our way.
-I'll do it. -OK.
Ah, that's definitely Bob.
Something exerted enough, uh, pressure to compress his nasal cavity,
-but it's-- it's Bob. -What?
Well, his nose is flat.
-I'm gonna go wait in the car. -[Tim] Oh, honey.
-The nose is flat. No, no, no. -Oh, yeah.
Oh, my God, yes, it is very flat.
-I'm very sorry. -Uh, it happens sometimes.
In the freezer, we gotta make room.
[Andy] So you stack 'em on top of each other. That makes perfect sense.
-Yes. And then things shift. -All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But he's dead, so it doesn't matter, OK?
Joey, should we follow you?
Just one thing.
Well, are you gonna tell 'em or you want--
Our normal incinerator in Towson just broke,
so we're going to have to shift the body
to the backup crematorium in Dundalk.
A-And why is that a problem?
It also serves a double purpose.
It provides crematorial services for the animals.
-What? Animals? -Cats and dogs?
-Animals? -It's not a bad crematorium.
No, it's very good.
It's just it's not that great.
-Well, it's still-- -The crew is OK.
It's-- The thing about it is the name. It's a little...
-What's the name? -What's the name?
Peaceful Paws. It's beautiful.
-We only use this furnace in a pinch. -Peaceful Fucking...
Guys, guys. Come on.
Is there a discount if we're not using a human crematorium?
What, it's cats, people, stardust.
It's calcium phosphate in the end. It just...
-Right. -[Giuseppe] Sure. That's it.
-Chop-chop. -[Andy] Joey?
-Yeah? -When we get the ashes back,
it better be my fucking dad and not Lassie.
-Absolutely. -Please, don't worry.
-[Tim] Hey, let's go. -Everybody. Everybody.
[Tim] Hindu belief is that the body can only release the soul through fire.
It's cool, right? So historically--
Tim, give it a fucking rest, all right?
-[Diane sobbing] Let me breathe. -It's ready.
-Last door on the right. -I got this.
-Go, go, go, go. -It's OK.
[Andy] Oh.
[Diane] Just give me a minute. Let me breathe.
-You're all right? -[Diane breathing deeply]
You're OK. You're gonna be OK.
I'm gonna be OK, but you gotta give me a minute.
All right. Here we go.
OK? OK?
-Give her some water. -Just take one step at a time.
-Yeah, here we go. -That's the way.
-He's my father. My father. -That's exactly right.
-I know. -It's a little dog with angel wings.
Dogs are comforting to people when they are grieving.
-Another dog? It's sort of strange, but... -Another dog.
-Must be a collector. -Yes.
My God, it stinks in here.
Well, typically, all living things,
after a while, the fats and proteins, they get to a certain temperature,
-and you know what happens. -Tim.
-Yeah? -Interesting, but not right now.
-OK. I'm sorry. -OK. Guys. We gotta go.
-He said the last... -Get in there. Get in there.
I'll go. I'll go first. I'll go.
-Go, go. Run. Run. -Come on.
-Hey, you can't be in here. -[screaming]
-[sobbing] -[all clamoring]
[Tim] No, no. It's OK, Diane. Be quiet. It's OK.
Peaceful Fucking Paws.
-What the hell is this? -[Eddie] OK.
How did I miss it? There's dogs everywhere.
-[bawling] -We didn't want this to happen.
Please, let's take Dad home, and then we just bury him in the backyard.
Oh, bury him in the backyard? Oh, so the raccoons could just dig him up?
-Raccoons aren't going to dig him up. -We can't do that.
-[sobbing] Why not? -It's illegal.
This was our deal, Diane. You wanted to come.
This is my father, too. It's not your deal.
Well, it's all of our father.
I can't believe he's here. Oh, my God.
Guys. Guys, gentleman wants to say a couple words.
That was professionally disgusting.
-I'm so fucking sorry. -Yeah.
And fuck, shit, now I'm being vulgar.
I apologize, and look, a woman
owning her grief here, there is nothing more beautiful. Come here.
Bring it in.
You go ahead. You let it out.
-[bawling] -You let it out.
[sobbing]
[sighs] Joey, is it?
You got a real knack for this.
Thank you.
So, I have cleared the room of all dead animals.
Only your dad in there. Cross my heart.
Thing is we kinda got to get it rolling,
'cause the burn takes about four hours.
And it's a process. We gotta--
I don't want to get into it, but there's a burn then a smash, grind,
and then you do it again, it's like a lather, rinse, repeat kind of--
-I think-- We get it. -OK. May I?
¶ When God drew The river of Jordan ¶
Don't know why everybody's so worried about this?
It's like running around a side of beef.
¶ And I woke up heaven And hell ¶
¶ Saying John F. baptized me ¶
¶ Come on, and roll, Jordan, roll... ¶
[Diane] Anything?
How was chapel?
Well, it's nice. It's nice little chapel.
Well, I hope it works.
Just 'cause you don't have a God to pray to?
Oh, my God.
Can we at least pretend to be a family?
This is not the time or the place.
We are all under a lot pressure.
I mean, what time is it? How long has he been under?
Too long. Too fucking long.
[Andy] Mom and Dad tried to save him, but...
he started smoking pot with his sarcastic friends.
[Zak] Sarcastic friends.
You know what? You should have smoked some pot, Andy.
First Mills in history to refuse confirmation.
What did you know at 15 years old? [laughing]
And look at you now, a spiritual disgrace.
A what? A spiritual disgrace?
You know, our thoughts should be with Dad right now.
Don't you worry, pal. I pray.
-I pray. -Not to Jesus.
Not to Mary.
You talk to yourself, and you call it prayer.
Nothing happens when you pray.
You don't deserve real grace.
Because you never earned it.
[cell phone vibrating]
Dad's out of the O.R.
Look, Bob. All the kids are here.
Doesn't he look great?
Dad, I'd-- I'd kiss you, but you have sepsis. But I'm here.
No worries. No worries, Bob.
You're on medication for that. It's all okay.
-Hey, Dad. -Hi, Daddy.
Hey, Dad, how are you?
[Eddie] So...
the procedure, it was a success?
He did wonderfully.
Okay, but he was under for two hours?
Well, an hour and 49.
The doctors did such a great job, Bob.
They cleaned out all your lungs.
Look! Look, kids.
He's eating for the first time in 18 days.
Well, you know, that's...
that's good that he's finally getting some food.
Why the fuck was he under so fucking long?
-I know. I know. -We need some answers.
Andrew, let the doctors do their jobs.
He's doing fine.
He's just gonna rest and eat,
and in a few days, he's gonna-- he's gonna wake up.
That's right, Dawn. Dad's a fighter.
-I'm calling Cho. -Yeah.
-I'm gonna kick his ass. -Yeah.
He killed him. He killed him.
I'm gonna sue everyone that even touched Dad, okay?
You guys.
Dr. Schrader, you just missed him.
He's Dad's cardiologist for 20 years.
Um, he felt he should have been consulted,
and, for the life of me, I just can't figure out why we didn't.
But, anyway, he said that, um...
he doesn't think three days is enough time for your Dad to respond.
Dawn, Dad said three days.
It just isn't right.
Listen, if he can get his strength back,
process all this food...
Dr. Schraeder thinks that--
that we should give him at least a week...
-Oh! -Maybe two. Maybe two.
It's gonna be okay.
[music playing]
You guys know my Dad.
He's like a bear.
Look, he played defensive tackle.
To see him now, he's just...
He's like the water boy.
Hard to see people sick
and dying and...
Remember when I was six years old,
my favorite aunt was in a coma.
And we used to go see her before she died.
And she kinda looked like a...
Like an inanimate raisin.
Does that make sense? I don't know if--
I don't know if raisins are animate,
but that's what she looked like.
But a golden raisin. I mean,
she had a-- she had a nice hue to her.
It was more about-- It was just that--
It was just a wrinkled, kinda deformed just--
It was like the juice was taken out of her.
-Yeah. -Anyways...
My parents used to make me kiss her.
-Eww! -God.
Just had horrifying nightmares for years.
Man, you know...
my dad's running triathlons,
and your dad's dying.
I just said that.
-You're-- You're stupid. -Look, man,
I fucking love your dad!
-I know. -I-I love your dad.
-He's still alive. -Okay.
The Lord has a divine plan for you and your Dad, Eddie.
Yeah, good old Jesus.
Brick, you-- you can't move, and you're religious,
and you're positive.
And I can move everything, and I'm depressed.
When they pulled my lifeless body out of the water...
Oh, I love this story.
The Lord was floating above the beach.
You were dead, and then--
The love just shot out of his eyes.
Bam. It was like I didn't feel...
I didn't feel alone at that moment.
I just felt loved. I was glowing,
and Jesus...
Jesus hooked me up.
Hold it. The chair--
The chair is your cross to bear.
This chair is my salvation.
My cross to bear is that we've run out of beer.
-Let's go, boys. -Let's go!
Don't loiter.
-Okay. -Tallyho! Tallyho!
[Eddie laughing]
-Don't let me hit the wall. -Oh! Don't hit the wall.
Yeah, so my sister's, uh, Dr. Dan,
fucking little demented fuck, never liked him,
so she left his sorry ass.
-You kidding me? -No.
Whoa! That's huge.
There's no fairytale ending for my sister.
Yeah, she's-- she's really hurting, and you should know that.
-I don't believe this. -Oh, whoa!
-All right. -Okay, I'm sorry.
-So, wait a second. The kids. -I had a little bit to drink.
-They're getting divorced. -Yeah.
Huh? So everything that Sue told me
back at the hospital, what, is that bullshit?
Uh, I don't know if everything she told you was bullshit.
-Well-- -This is a big custody battle.
-And he's gonna lose. -Holy hell!
Life-changing shit, and she cries a lot.
-Hmm. -I don't believe it.
But I don't know. The Lord giveth.
-Hey. Hey. -Yeah?
-Who's that man? -Oh, that's Barney.
That's my night nurse.
Hey, Barney, I'll be there in a second.
Just give me a minute.
Hey, Matt, can you, uh, give me and Eddie a second, please?
-Okay. -Yeah.
-Little... -Yeah.
-Private. -Yeah. Are you hesitant?
-You want me to run you over? -Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
-I'll run you over. -But, seriously,
you're not bullshitting me today, about Sue?
I'm not bullshitting you.
-Eddie. -Yeah?
Why don't you crash here? You're shit-faced.
What? Nah, dude, I'll get an Uber.
-No, don't get an Uber. -I'll get an Uber.
No, I gotta come clean with you.
My body's shot. Any breath could be my last.
You-- No! Stop that.
My nephew Devon, he looks a lot like you.
I'm sorry. It had to be said.
What are you-- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up.
What are you talking about?
-The kid's yours. -What?
And it's never been right you didn't know.
-You're shitting me. -I'm not shitting you.
Remember that fling you and my sister had
at the Aberdeen reunion?
-Yeah. -Yeah?
-Seven years ago. -Exactly.
Kid's yours. No question.
You're a dad. Had to be said.
Crash here.
Blueberry pancakes tomorrow morning.
You can meet him.
I'll leave the door open.
Oh, my God.
-Hey. -I was just going down here.
-And then... -Uh-huh.
-And then, boom! -Yeah.
Where I didn't even know how I got here.
You were hanging out with Brick last night, huh?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
-I guess so. -Yeah.
He's-- That guy is crazy.
He drank me right under the table again.
-Uh-huh. He told you? -Uh, listen, I...
-So he told you? -I'm sorry?
He told you about my thing, didn't he?
-No, no, he didn't tell-- -Yeah, he did.
No, no, I don't know anything about it--
-It's okay. -[grunts]
[Eddie] Ow.
-Ow. -You all right?
Sue, it's okay. You don't have to mother me, okay?
-I just hit a little... -It's okay.
-What did I hit? -It's-- I'm a highly trained...
-Move your hands. -Ah!
Okay, I think you'll live.
-[groans] -I think you'll live.
-[groans] -You're still drunk, huh?
-Uh, a little drunk. -Yeah, you are.
-Here. -No, I really--
-I gotta go to the hospital. -Let me see.
I gotta get to the hospital. Not for me. It's for my Dad.
-Yeah, I... -My Dad is in the hospital.
I work at the hospital now. Get in, weirdo.
Come on. Come on. Just get in the...
-That's right. -Come on. You're okay..
I'm going to get blood all over the place.
It's all right. I have kids.
Oh, jeez.
So, you know, I'm at the grocery store, and there's this coed,
comes up to me, and she starts saying all this shit,
you know, like, shit that my husband has done with, like, multiple people.
-Uh-huh. -At the same time.
-And, they're going public. -Oh.
They've gone to the dean. I'm, like, wh-what is happening?
Right? My kids are with-- My fucking kids were with me.
-That's amazing. -So I go home.
And, you know, I figured I'll pull up his computer.
And I find this, like, folder inside of a folder inside of a folder
that says "Private Stuff,"
and I just find some really, really just perverted shit.
-Wow. -You know, I'm like...
God damn it, we have kids! God damn it!
It's just like he blew up our lives, you know?
Yeah.
So I left him,
-got a restraining order. -Of course you did.
Instead of beating him to death.
God, Sue, I'm sorry.
I haven't even told my kids yet.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
How do you say that to your child?
"Hey your Dad's a pervert,
and we can't go home, 'cause everybody knows."
-Like, how do you even like... -Are you asking for my opinion?
About how to speak to children? 'Cause I don't know.
-I don't know anything about kids. -No. Calm down.
I'm not asking you to talk to my kids.
-Oh, God, I gotta go. -I have to talk it through.
-Sue, I gotta go. -Like, we...
-You gotta go? -Listen, no, listen.
I'm really sorry about what you're going through.
-It's really bad. -Yeah, it is.
Um, but my dad is upstairs, okay?
There's a whole thing going on, and I don't feel good. Listen--
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
I know. Dad's upstairs. I gotta go.
-I'll call you. -Stop talking, and go.
I'll call you. Call me!
Don't call me!
In the name of Jesus Christ, Our Lord, you...
Oh!
Sorry.
[laughs]
Sorry.
Shh!
Top of the morning to you, Father.
Edward.
-What are you doing? -Oh.
Breakfast of champions.
So last rites again?
What, third time's the charm, Father?
Anointing of the sick.
Dad's not doing very well.
Maybe all the anointing's not helping.
You need to sober up, son.
-Eddie. -[Eddie sighs]
You're the first.
Diane just texted that the 95 is really backed up.
-Mm. -Did you hear that, sweetheart?
Diane's gonna be just a little bit late.
-Did you say hello to Eddie? -Hey, Dad.
So, what are we doing today, Dawn?
Father Rose is comforting your father.
Yeah. He doesn't look very comfortable.
As a matter of fact, he looks pretty dead.
Why would you say that?
You know what? How about instead of a prayer,
why don't we just give Dad a wish?
His dying wish, which was three days, Dawn, okay?
And that was yesterday. Today's four.
Don't you think I know what today is?
And your drinking isn't helping anyone, Eddie.
Son, you're upsetting your mother.
She's not my mother,
and I'm not your son.
Watch our tone, Edward. That's a warning.
You know what, Father?
Unless you specialize in resurrections,
I suggest you mind your own fucking business.
Stop it! I'm not taking anymore. I'm not listening.
Hmm. Uh-oh. What's going on here?
What? Hey. Hey! Easy.
Jesus.
Hey, easy. Ow!
Honor thy father, and honor thy mother
as the Lord thy God has commanded you.
Okay?
-You want another smack? -No, no, I don't. The nose.
Think about doing the right thing,
and then apologize to your stepmother.
-Okay. -And then get some coffee.
I will.
[children clamoring]
Thanks a lot.
[kid] He can't do that! No, that's cheating.
Derek!
Jesus!
Boys. Don't point those guns at each other.
-[kid] Who's that? -[Eddie grunting]
[chuckles]
Mister?
Oh.
I'm Derek. This is Devon. You OK?
Hey, guys. I'm good.
You live on the street, like those people we feed at Christmas?
No, I'm Eddie.
Uh, I'm Eddie. Good to meet you guys.
Hey, why don't you bring that homeless guy up to the driveway?
He's an old friend of mine.
[Brick laughs]
Hi, Brick. No, no.
-You're, uh, you're Devon? -Yeah.
Nice to meet you, Devon.
Good to meet you...
-Derek. -[laughs]
-[wheelchair beeping] -[Brick choking]
Hey-- Is-- What's he...
Is he... Brick?
-[wheelchair beeping] -Go get Mom!
-Brick! -[wheelchair beeping]
-[Derek] Mom! -Buddy?
-Check the pump for power. -What's going on?
He's not breathing. He's not breathing.
Stop the chair.
Check the portal for obstructions.
Uh, turn the blue knob to ten,
and restart the pump.
-[clicks] -[Brick choking]
Uncle Brick?
-Inhaler. -Inhaler.
Good?
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
Thank you, buddy.
Thank you, Devon.
You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.
You shouldn't cuss.
Shit. I'm sorry.
Devon, you saved my paralyzed butt yet again.
You're the best, pal.
What would you have done if nobody was here?
I would have been having lunch with the Lord.
Oh, my God.
Hey, buddy, great job.
You got some, uh, excellent little reflexes there.
You were just all over it.
-He perfectly sprung over you. -Hey, a great kid.
Mom. I started Uncle Brick's respirator.
-Right on! Good job. Good job. -Hey, Sue.
-Hey, kid. Hey, guys. -Hey.
He just had an event or something.
-Mm-hmm. -And he...
I mean, he scared the hell outta me.
Yeah, 'cause he's got asthma
and he's my stupid smoking, drinking stoner brother.
Come on, man. Don't make me laugh.
-Ugh. -Okay? All right.
He-- He saved me. The little guy saved me.
Hey, why don't you guys go inside, wash up for dinner, okay?
-Can Mr. Eddie stay? -No.
-Aw. Why not? -Yeah? Why not?
'Cause I said so. Go. Come on, you little lifesaver.
-Inside. You, too. -Hey.
-Yeah. See? -Hey.
Nice to meet you, buddy.
Hey, look at that. Look at that.
-Hey. Eddie. -Yeah?
What are you doing here, man?
That's a good question.
What do you want with me?
That's a good follow-up.
Yeah, don't waste my time.
-Okay. -I told him, Sue.
Yeah, I know you told him. You're a turncoat.
I don't care. I know you told him about Daniel--
No, I, uh, told him...
told him.
You mean, you, like, you told him that--
told him that...
God, you're a shit.
God, you're fucking ...
-That doesn't hurt, you know. -That was my secret to tell.
God, you're such a pain in the ass,
and that was between us.
Does blood mean nothing?
God, you're such a dick!
Secrets suck.
-Listen, Sue, Sue... -Don't. Mm-mm.
No, I won't deal with this.
-Sue? -You're gonna go after her?
No! You saw what she just did.
She doesn't want anything to do with me, Brick.
Well, that might be true, but you should go double-check.
¶ Storm clouds gather Across the raging sea ¶
¶ Harbor in my arms are rolling me ¶
¶ Rolling me... ¶
Sue!
God damn it!
¶ Don't let it push you away ¶
¶ Don't let it push you... ¶
Sue! Sue!
¶ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ¶
¶ Yeah, yeah, yeah... ¶
Damn it.
These stupid fucking shoe! It's like...
That's a hell of a pace you got going there.
I'm done with men, you hear me? All of you.
-I'm done. -You all suck.
-I agree with you. -If you're here for an apology,
you're not getting one! stay away from me!
Why? Just tell me, why?
I don't know, okay? I was--
I was in New York with Daniel, and I told everybody this lie
and after a while, I started to believe it, okay?
A secret? For seven years, you kept a secret?
Yeah.
Seven years?
Yeah.
-All right. -Yeah.
I'm coming closer to you, all right?
Please, don't be violent.
-I don't-- Just-- -I will just--
Just gonna sit right here.
Hi.
[sighs]
What would you have said if I told you--
-Wh-What would I have said? -Yeah.
Oh, I would have said I was in no way, shape, or form ready to be a father.
-Yeah. -No way.
-I wasn't ready. -I know.
I know. I knew that.
I wanted the baby.
And...
I-I wanted a little piece of you.
How did you know it was mine?
Dan had a vasectomy after Derek,
-so it was definitely... -Oh.
-That's definitive. -Yeah.
Did he suspect or...
Yeah, there's, like, a 1% chance
you can get knocked up after you, you know, get your nuts cut.
-Oh. -Egotistical asshole
thought he had, like, super sperm or something.
Thanks.
Little fucker looks and acts exactly like you.
He does.
-Okay. -Sorry.
It's okay. Listen.
I'm gonna say something. Just hear me out.
What if I didn't go back to Chicago right away?
And I stayed here?
Don't mess with me.
Honey, I'm not messing with you.
I'm not in a place where I can handle--
-I'm not messing with you. -So many...
I'm not.
I fucking love you.
Always have.
-[cell phone beeps] -Oh, shit.
-What is it? -Well, I just...
I told them to text me if anything--
It is. It's them.
They're pulling the plug on Dad.
Listen, I'll call you. I'll call you later.
I'll call you.
How do you do? I'm Dr. Clarence Grey.
How are you? Yeah, sure, come in.
Oh, it's a nice group.
-Yeah. Hi. How are you? -Daddy.
Thanks for being here.
-Hey, Dad. -All right,
I do assure you your father is resting comfortably.
And we're all present?
What's happening with our Dad?
Ah, the time is at hand, all right?
Let's go over his vitals, okay?
Ah, right there, as we can see on the brain.
Top line, right there. Nonreactive. Nonresponsive.
Oxygen is at 15%. The ventilator is pushing the lungs to bring in air,
but the body is unable to convert it.
Blood pressure, about 10, 20 beats per minute.
And even on life support, that's not viable.
So what are you saying? Uh...
how much longer is Bob gonna live?
His body is rapidly failing,
and the brain is nonreactive.
So what are his options when-- when he wakes up?
I don't-- I don't know how to be more clear. Uh...
Dawn, it's time for him to go.
It's time to say goodbye.
No. Mm-mmm.
I don't think-- I don't think that's what the doctor is saying.
No, that's exactly what I'm saying.
When we're ready,
I will administer the final shot of morphine.
You mean... pull the plug?
We don't like to use that term.
Um, if it helps,
you can think that Bob is pulling his own plug.
I see. Um, I have to-- I have to walk the dogs.
It's really important.
What--
-Go with her, Eddie. -Okay.
I'll help.
What-- What's happening with the dog?
Wait. Pull-- Pull in to the 76, because...
-we're dreadfully low. -Okay.
Okay, we got a half tank, Dawn.
No, Bob always says that's bad for the catalytic converter.
Uh, okay.
Do you-- Okay.
Hey, careful.
Tim, um, write down the mileage
and figure out the MPG.
-Okay. -Mileage.
-Bob always says that. -Can you tell me the mileage?
Who cares what the mileage is?!
She's out of her fucking mind. Just write anything down.
Okay.
-Bob always would need that. I'm getting it.
Oh, my awards card!
My awards card says I have a quick wash.
I've been waiting for that. I've been waiting for a quick wash.
Kinda fascinating, isn't it?
-What? Fascinating? -She's washing the car.
Bob is dying, and she's washing the car.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
[overlapping chatter]
Thank you.
What the hell are you doing in there?
It was a two-for-one special. I couldn't pass it up.
Tim.
-Need to go to the bank. -Okay.
I need to deposit some checks.
I need to-- Wait.
Oh, I have my social security check? I need to sign that.
-I can sign that. -Okay.
But who's going to sign Bob's check now?
Who's gonna sign Bob's...
-Grab her! Grab her! -I can't breathe.
-You're gonna be okay. -I can't breathe.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
Dawn, hang in there. You're gonna be okay.
-I can't breathe. -You're gonna be okay.
We're five minutes away. We're gonna be right there.
Five minutes away.
[Dr. Grey] All right. Everyone is back?
Let's gather around. Here we go.
All right, you are all meant to be here, okay?
Remember, Bob is in no pain.
He's not feeling any pain.
We're now going to shut off the ventilator...
and then remove the hose.
It's okay.
Comfort each other.
Comfort him.
[music playing only]
Guys, we're going over to Dawn's, okay?
-Right. -Take your time.
I love you.
-Love you. -Love you.
Could somebody close his eyes, please?
Yeah, of course.
[lights buzz]
Well.
You do it. I-I can't do it.
You know, they took him away so quick, you know?
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
Hey, Dad. Uh...
Hey, if you're floating around in here,
you know, and looking down or something,
everything's gonna be okay. We're gonna take care of Dawn...
and the dogs.
They're gonna be fine.
Oh, and, um, got a little surprise for you.
Drumroll. You're a grandfather again.
Yeah, it turns out I have a kid.
-What? Shut up! -Yeah. I have a kid, it's...
It's a long story. It's Sue Deever. It's a whole thing.
I'll tell you about it, but...
[laughs] I'm a dad.
Can you believe it? It's unreal.
But, um, yeah, he's seven.
His name's Devon.
My God, he is so beautiful.
He's a beautiful boy.
I'm, uh...
I'm gonna make a go of it.
I'm gonna raise him.
I'm gonna make something of my life.
Because I want to make you proud.
I want to make you proud, Dad.
Bye, Dad.
[organ playing]
-How'd I do? -Good. Just honest.
-Yeah? -Yeah, it was beautiful.
-Your dad would have-- -I scared everybody.
I did scare them. My Dad would not have liked this service at all.
-Edward? -Um...
-Oh, hello, Father. -Mm-hmm.
Listen. I apologize about the whole coffin thing.
-That was, uh... -It's okay. I understand.
Yeah.
Then again, you have a hell of a left hook.
At the hospital, you just--
I apologize for that. I have a temper. We're not saints.
I was a drunk prick. I-I apologize.
But, if it will make you feel any better, uh,
three Hail Mary's and a benediction, and you're gonna--
I'm kidding. I kid.
I don't have a very good sense of humor. But God does.
Thank you for everything, Father.
I'm gonna miss your father.
Yeah. Listen, no offense to the parish,
but the potato salad and lemonade ain't cutting it,
so I booked Bentleys downtown.
Great. I could use a drink or two. I'll see you there.
Derek. Devon.
-Not so close to the street! -Oh, shit! Crazy.
-Hey. -She's a crazy person.
-Oh. -Oh.
Is, uh, that my new nephew out there?
-What do you mean "nephew"? -Hey, listen.
He should meet his father before he meets his uncles.
-All right? Just... -Whose father?
-Are you somebody's father? -Could you please?
-Are you kidding? -Honey, did you...
-No! -Did you tell him?
I thought we were gonna do one thing at a time.
I didn't say anything at all.
-Easy, screamie. -Hi, sweetheart.
-I love you, little brother. -I know. I know.
-Timothy. Oh. -That's done.
-It's done. -Life moves on.
Who's next?
-Honey. -Who's next, indeed.
-Next? -Hey, buddy.
Sweetie? Diane? Please?
-Hi. -This is Bernie.
-Hi, Bernie. How are you? -Hi.
-Everybody loved Bob. -Oh.
I cried through the whole thing.
Oh, you're from the neighborhood?
Thank you.
-He's a hugger. -You're a hugger.
-I'm sorry. -[overlapping chatter]
-He's a hugger. -I'm sorry.
-Okay. -It's all right.
We're gonna meet you downtown. Um, Bernie's gonna drive me.
-Oh, he is? Okay. -Yes. We'll see you there.
All right, we'll see you at Bentleys.
-See you there. -Bye. See you, guys.
-Bye. -Bye.
Um, I'm gonna get the little monsters out of here, okay?
-Okay. -Okay.
Bye.
Well, well, well.
-What was that all about? -Just, uh, nothing.
Well, then nothing is blushing, I see.
-I think I am blushing. -You are blushing. I like it.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing? This is a funeral home.
-Oh, my God. -Okay. That's it. That's it.
Come on. Bring it here. Bring it in here.
You guys are having way too much fun!
All right. Here. You take the ball.
-Sorry, Mr. Eddie. -What are you apologizing for?
We've been careful about the cemetery
and not to run on anybody while they're sleeping.
Like you said.
You're a smart kid. You listen.
Hey, how about you stop calling me Mr. Eddie--
Um, that's...
And you call me...
Peyton Manning
and you line up and get ready to go, boys.
That's it! Line up. On Omaha!
-Omaha. -Omaha.
Three huts. Hang on. Are you ready?
-Yeah. -Long bomb.
-Okay. -Ready?
Come on with these huts!
Go long!
All the way!
-Go! Go! Go! -Run!
Yes! Here we go!
[laughs]
-Oh! Oh! -Oh!
[music playing only]
¶ I'm always chasing rainbows ¶
¶ Watching clouds drifting by ¶
¶ My schemes Are just like all my dreams ¶
¶ Ending in the sky ¶
¶ Some fellas Look and find the sunshine ¶
¶ I always look And find the rain ¶
¶ Some fellas Make a winning sometimes ¶
¶ I never even make a gain, Believe me ¶
¶ I'm always chasing rainbows ¶
¶ Waiting to find A little bluebird in vain ¶
¶ I'm always chasing rainbows ¶
¶ Watching clouds drifting by ¶
¶ My schemes Are just like all my dreams ¶
¶ Ending in the sky ¶
¶ Some fellas Look and find the sunshine ¶
¶ I always look And find the rain ¶
¶ Some fellas Make a winning sometimes ¶
¶ I never even make a gain, Believe me ¶
¶ I'm always chasing rainbows ¶
¶ Waiting to find A little bluebird in vain ¶
¶ Waiting to find a little Bluebird in vain ¶
¶ Waiting to find A little bluebird in vain ¶
[new song playing]
¶ I took much more Than I could give ¶
¶ I found a world Where I could live ¶
¶ And never work And have a ball ¶
¶ But as the years Went rolling by ¶
¶ Now and then I'd wonder why ¶
¶ Tell the truth I can't recall ¶
¶ But it's a long Long time to hold ¶
¶ It's a long, long time To hold ¶
¶ It's a long Long time to hold ¶
¶ I never promised you A thing ¶
¶ So why you always Gotta cling ¶
¶ And beat me up And call me names? ¶
¶ But if you Wanna fuck around ¶
¶ We can take The bus downtown ¶
¶ And buy a bullwhip And some chains ¶
¶ But it's a long Long time to hold ¶
¶ It's a long, long time To hold ¶
¶ It's a long Long time to hold ¶
¶ You kept a picture By your bed ¶
¶ Of my emaciated head ¶
¶ I always wondered Why you did ¶
¶ I stole a curly little hair ¶
¶ From that Yellow shirt you wear ¶
¶ And a picture Of you as a kid ¶
¶ But it's a long Long time to hold ¶
¶ It's a long, long time To hold ¶
¶ It's a long Long time to hold ¶