His Three Daughters (2023)

[bunniefuu]

[indistinct chatter]

[vehicle passing by]

[horn blaring]

[vehicle brakes hissing]

[vehicle pulling away]

[indistinct chatter]

[train rattling]

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.

[footsteps approaching]

He opened his eyes for a bit.

[breathes shakily]

That was nice. He knows we're here.

I could tell that made him happy.

[crying] 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.

[sighs]

It's weird to be away, you know,

from Mirabella and David.

That's part of it.

-It's really my first time.

-[woman 1] 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.

[sighs]

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. [breathes deeply]

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.

[woman 1] Well, she's definitely high.

The whole place stinks like weed.

f*ck yeah, I'm high.

High as a m*therf*cker.

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 sh*t.

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 sh*t.

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 sh*t

you smoked all day long, right?

-You think I forgot?

-[woman 1] That was high school.

I've grown up quite a lot since then,

unlike others.

Grown up? Still a b*tch.

[woman 3] Rachel, Katie, no.

Let's just stop.

Look.

Hi. Were you trying to find us?

Please, please. Come sit down.

[inhales]

-I'm sorry, we were...

-[man] 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.

[woman 3] "Mirabella"?

That's my daughter's name.

-[whispers] Wow.

-[man] 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?

[man] 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.

-[exhales]

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.

[breathes deeply]

-[Katie] 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 k*ll him right away. [chuckles]

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 k*ll me. [chuckles]

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 f*ck

what she does in here after that.

Not my responsibility.

[lighter clicking]

[horn honks]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Rachel, what are you doing?

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

Victor!

[coughs]

Ah. What the f*ck are you doing, man?

-f*cking my whole sh*t up.

-[Victor chuckles]

You shouldn't be doing

your whole sh*t here.

That's the problem.

sh*t's legal now.

What, are you stuck in the '90s

when you last blazed?

Please. [chuckles]

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 f*ck myself?

Okay, uh,

last one.

[exhales]

[exhales]

[Rachel exhales]

You know, it's my b*tch-a*s sister, huh?

She's trying to tell me

the smoke is k*lling our dad.

[Victor] How is Vinnie?

Oh, he's f*cking dying,

but not 'cause of my weed smoke.

Uh, she's just a f*cking, 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?

[door slams shut]

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.

[monitor beeping]

[items thudding]

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 f*cked,

but it can't become my problem.

[Christina] 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... [inhales]

...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?

[cheering on TV]

[commentator 1] ...see if they go right back

to Kadeem Jack.

[cheering continues]

Here's Jack.

-Hangs in the air...

-[whistle blows]

...and commits the offensive foul.

Personal foul on Jack.

[commentator 2] What they got him with,

Eric, nice rip-through move,

but watch the inside or left arm.

Good call.

He's...

[Christina] 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...

[commentator 1] ...starting five

that began the game.

Dekker out dealing

with concussion-like symptoms.

Is that her?

Yes?

Yes, please.

[gasps]

My angel.

[chuckles]

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

[inhales] 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.

[items clatter]

[clattering continues]

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.

[speaks gibberish]

[speaks gibberish]

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.

[Katie] Hmm.

Well, maybe it would confuse her

when she gets older.

[Katie] Well, you can count on that.

Won't be the only thing.

Lots of things to confuse them

when they get older.

[Christina] 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-sh*t,

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?

-[Katie] 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.

-[Katie snickers]

-[plates clatter]

Watch her not even wash her dishes.

[gentle piano music playing]

[dog barks]

[monitor beeping]

[Mirabella] I twirled!

[lighter clicking]

[train clacking]

[horn honks]

[sounds fade]

[Katie humming]

[door opens, shuts]

[Katie] 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?

[faint thud]

The coffee's still hot.

[Christina] 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.

[door opens]

-Yes, please. I'll wait.

-[door shuts]

[doorbell buzzes]

-That's going to be Angel and Mirabella.

-[Christina] Yep, I got it.

[door opens]

[water running]

[indistinct chatter]

[Angel] I find that listening to that,

things will be better.

[Katie] Mmm.

[Rachel] Hey.

Morning.

Rachel, right?

Put some clothes on and join us.

Angel was just telling us about

where he thinks things are.

Sure.

-[coffee pours]

-[pot clanks]

How about some coffee?

[Angel] 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.

-[Angel] 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.

[Angel] 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.

[Katie] This DNR form.

-[Angel] Right.

-[Katie] 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.

[gentle piano music playing]

[exhales]

-Yeah?

-[Katie] 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.

[lighter clicks]

[door opens]

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

I'm not in the mood.

-[Victor] Rachel.

-Look, I love you, Victor, but f*ck off.

Just call whoever you want,

do whatever you want.

I really do not give a f*ck.

sh*t's legal is all I know. [sighs]

g*dd*mn right.

The f*ck out of here with that bullshit.

[lighter clicks]

[door opens, shuts]

How you doing? You doing okay?

[man] 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.

[man] 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?

-[man] Don't I know it. Don't I know it.

-[Rachel] Yeah.

f*cking kids.

[footsteps approaching]

[Christina sighs deeply]

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.

[sighs]

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. [sighs]

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. [exhales]

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. [chuckles]

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?

[chuckles]

What do you mean "crazy"?

How? In what way, really?

Uh, I don't know.

Maybe it's all those mushrooms

and sh*t you took.

f*cking Grateful Dead.

I mean, that's some wacky sh*t.

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.

[chuckles softly]

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.

-[Rachel sniffles]

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.

[sighs] I'll pick up some food.

Do you want anything specific,

anything in particular?

[Rachel] No, I'm good. Thanks.

Okay. I'll see you soon.

Yep.

See you soon.

[Rachel sighs]

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...

-[Christina] Katie? Katie?

His breathing, it's gotten really strange.

Something's happening.

[monitor alarm beeping]

-[knocking on door]

-[Katie] Daddy?

-Rachel, you should come.

-[Katie] Dad, can you hear me?

His breathing, something's wrong.

[Katie] 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.

-[Christina] No.

-[Katie] We should.

-[Christina] No. I should call Angel.

-[Katie] Okay.

[monitor alarm beeping]

[monitor alarm stops]

[monitor beeping normally]

[Katie sighs]

-[Christina] He's okay.

-[Katie] He's okay.

-[Christina] He's okay.

-[Katie chuckles]

[both chuckling]

[Rachel breathing deeply]

[Katie] Oh.

[corkscrew clatters]

-[Katie chuckling] Oh my f*cking God.

-[chuckles]

[Christina] Yeah, that was crazy.

-I thought...

-[Katie sighs]

-[sniffles, exhales]

-I don't know.

Well, I do know

that f*ck's strong, damn it.

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

-[Christina chuckles]

-[Christina] You're celebrating?

-[Katie] 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.

[sighs] Just drink it.

Cheers to Dad.

-[glasses clink]

-[Katie sighs]

Oh.

[breathes deeply]

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.

[laughs hesitantly]

I should go back to his room

and make sure things are steady.

[glass thuds]

Angel of Death comes in

and plucks him away.

Go on.

[commentator 1] Deep inside,

rolls it in with the right hand.

[commentator 2] And that play, that dr...

-[commentator 3] Playing with...

-[man] Don't do that. Stop doing that.

[Rachel] No, I need to see both.

I have money on both.

[man] It doesn't matter. Just watch one.

Annoying as f*ck 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?

-[commentator 2] Nice job by Nigel Hayes.

-[chuckles] Thank you.

[commentator 2] Getting extra possession.

How do you do that? Giving up your body.

Gasser does it there.

We have to go outside to smoke that.

[commentator 2] ...go the other way.

-It's been requested.

-[timer buzzes]

We're watching a game.

-Sorry, it's not worth it.

-[whistle blows]

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 k*ll.

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.

[Angel exhales]

Well, you can't intentionally do that.

That's looked upon as m*rder 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 m*therf*cking 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.

-[door opens]

You want wine?

There's two glasses left in this bottle.

-There's another if we wanna...

-I'm okay.

[door shuts, locks]

Rachel?

[footsteps approaching]

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.

-[door shuts]

All she has is easy.

[Christina] 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.

[inhales]

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...

[inhales] Anyways, it's okay.

Everything's fine.

[gentle piano music playing]

[commentator] 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 a*s.

-I got enough to deal with already.

-I'm feeling nice. I'm not going to sleep.

[Rachel exhales]

-Don't put me with those b*tches outside.

-Oh, come on. Those are my sisters.

I can call them b*tches, 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 sh*t 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 f*ck 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 sh*t

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.

[Katie] "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...

-[door shuts]

[door opens, shuts]

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..."

[door opens]

[door shuts]

You know, there's enough food

for the both of you

in case you want

to tell Rachel and join us.

[Benjy] Okay, thanks.

Well, nice meeting you.

[Katie sighs]

[cutlery clinking]

[pages turning]

[Katie sucks teeth]

[Katie sniffles]

Oh, we met before.

It wasn't even that long ago.

Maybe a few months.

-You don't remember?

-[Katie] 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. [chuckles]

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.

[smacks lips] 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.

[Katie] 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.

[Benjy] 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.

[Benjy] I'm not misunderstanding sh*t.

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.

[Benjy] 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...

[Katie] We got it. Thank you.

Definitely heard enough.

[Benjy] 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?

[Katie] 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.

[Benjy] f*cking 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 g*dd*mn thing.

Rachel, get your f*cking

drunk-a*s boyfriend

out of our f*cking faces

or whatever the f*ck he is.

I don't want him here. He needs to go.

[Rachel] Come on, Benjy.

Let's get the f*ck out of here.

[Rachel sighs]

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.

[gentle piano music playing]

[Benjy knocks]

[monitor beeping]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[Christina breathes deeply]

[gentle piano music continues]

[monitor continues beeping]

[Christina] Oh boy.

[Rachel sobbing softly]

[Katie] 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.?

[Katie] 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. [sniffles]

[sighs, sniffles]

[Christina] ...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

[lighter clicks]

[inhales]

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

-[water running]

-[dishes clanking]

[door shuts]

Rachel?

[items thud]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[water running]

[Katie sighs]

[door opens]

-Can I say something? Wait one minute.

-Not interested.

-[Katie] 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.

[Katie] 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...

f*ck your apology, for real.

[door slams shut]

[Katie] Nice.

Nice. You slam the door

when he's dying next door?

You're a f*cking spoiled b*tch!

[Rachel] What the f*ck are you doing?

-[Christina] No! No!

-[Rachel] What are you doing?

No, you have no idea.

I will f*cking destroy you!

-[Katie] You'll destroy me?

-[Rachel] Yes!

You're a f*cking punk, that's it!

You're a leeching, broke-a*s...

All right, Christina, you need

to get this b*tch out of here.

-[Katie] Bring it on!

-[Christina shouting] Stop it!

Stop it!

I hate you both! You're both assholes!

You're little f*cking kids!

-Christina, where are you going?

-[Rachel breathes heavily]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[Christina sighs]

[Katie] Hey.

I just left his room to pack.

He's doing okay.

Why did you pack?

[Katie] 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... [sighs]

...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...

[scoffs] ...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.

[monitor beeping]

[Katie] I don't think she's gonna join.

[door opens]

[keys jingling]

[door shuts, locks]

-Hey.

-[Rachel] Hey.

[Christina] Katie's been working

on Dad's obituary.

Okay.

[Christina] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[Rachel] Anything else?

Sure.

From the beginning,

I have understood I was in your place.

[Rachel] 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 sh*t about the place?

[Christina] 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?

[Katie] 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 f*ck it.

I don't want it.

Now what?

[Katie] Don't be silly.

Why would you leave?

'Cause then we're done with each other,

and this sh*t's a wrap.

[sighs] This doesn't make any sense.

Christina, can you explain

what this is about?

-I'm not sure.

-Don't play f*cking dumb.

-f*ck you.

-Oh, okay.

-[Christina] Hey, everyone, stop.

-[Rachel sighs]

[Rachel sighs]

Everything's okay.

I think

what Rachel is asking

is what connects us after he's gone?

Not us. [exhales]

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, f*ck 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... [scoffs]

Maybe before I pop out some more kids,

which is f*cking 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... [inhales deeply]

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

[Rachel] 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. [chuckles]

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?

[inhales deeply]

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.

-[Rachel] 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 f*cking knew.

Who died when

I was four f*cking years old.

But he was still your father.

And when he was, Vincent was ours.

[Rachel] 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...

f*cking 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...

[Christina] Shh!

[sighs]

[Rachel sobbing]

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.

[sighs]

Oh my God.

[Rachel grunts, sighs]

[door opens]

[door slams shut]

[birds chirping]

-[Christina sighs]

-[loud bang]

[cup thuds]

[Christina sighs]

[coffee pours]

[pot thuds]

[Katie sighs, sniffles]

I think I actually found

someone to come over,

a doctor, to get that form signed.

[Christina] That's good.

-I'm sorry, you're stretching.

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

You want some coffee?

[Christina] Sure.

[Katie sighs]

[cup thuds]

[coffee pours]

[pot thuds]

[exhales]

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.

[Christina] The coffee's good. Thank you.

[Christina breathes deeply]

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.

[gentle music playing]

[knocks on door]

The doctor's here.

Can you get... [speaks gibberish]

...while I... [speaks gibberish]?

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?

[Christina] I'm Christina.

This is our father.

[Katie] Let's, um...

Let's pull the lever, so...

Let's pop... Hit the button

to sit him up a little bit. Yeah.

[Christina] He's kinda off.

He was just resting.

He was saying a few words.

[gentle music continues]

[exhales]

[Katie] Here we go.

[indistinct chatter]

-[Katie] Okay. Great.

-[Christina] Yeah.

[Katie] Um, I guess we just...

I wish you could've

seen him, huh? [chuckles]

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.

[Rachel] 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.

[upbeat music playing]

[horn honks]

[doorbell chimes]

Hello.

[clears throat, sniffles]

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 sh*t. Yeah.

I should open up my own bong store.

Twenty-four hours, no bullshit.

Just take your sh*t,

and get the f*ck out of here, you know?

Yeah. f*cking wholesale, huh? [chuckles]

All right, man.

I'm not really gonna open it,

so don't worry about that.

-[doorbell chimes]

-[horn honks]

[door shuts]

[Angel] Morning.

Oh, hello.

How you doing?

[Rachel] 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.

[Katie] Yes.

Yes, a doctor came this morning.

And he was able to sign it?

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

[Katie] 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.

[Rachel] 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.

-[Rachel] Yeah.

[Angel] 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.

-[Christina] 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 f*ck.

I know. I know.

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

-"May I have some coffee?"

-[Katie chuckling]

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. [chuckles]

[Rachel] 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.

[chuckles]

[door opens]

I'm not planning on our relationship

just ending after he's gone.

[exhales]

What relationship is that?

Well, what do you want it to be?

[chuckles softly]

[sighs]

[TV playing indistinctly]

No, you pick up the phone.

Tracey!

[breathes deeply]

[commentator 1] ...works so much.

Jimmie Hunt tackled by Tim Bennett.

[Katie] This is what happens.

[commentator 1]

Bennett recovering a fumble.

[Katie] I don't care

that you were at lunch.

[commentator 2]

...extremely physical corner has no...

[Katie] 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...

[Katie] I can't.

Tracey?

[Rachel sighs]

-...these defensive backs...

-[TV turns off]

Tracey, listen to me.

I need you to stop and hear me.

Do not do that.

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

-[door opens]

-Tracey!

-[door shuts, locks]

[groans]

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

[Christina] No, I'm really not hungry.

[glass clatters]

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

Yeah, it's fine.

[Katie] 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.

[Katie sighs]

Do you know where Rachel went to?

[Christina] Mm-mm.

[items clatter]

[exhales]

[items continues clattering]

[sink water runs]

[Christina breathes deeply]

[knocking on door]

[Katie] Christina?

[knocking on door]

Christina?

Hey.

Oh.

-Oh, you're over there.

-[Christina] Yeah.

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

Nothing. Take the moment.

Everything is fine.

[Katie sighs]

-[Christina breathes deeply]

-[door opens]

[door shuts]

-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.

-[Rachel] Yeah.

sh*t feels pretty weird in here.

I'm just taking a moment

before going back to Dad.

[Rachel] Okay.

Yeah.

I should go check scores.

I have a 16 parlay going.

Uh, sh*t ain't gonna hit, but...

who knows.

[bag crinkling]

Are you okay?

[Christina] I'm fine.

[Rachel] Okay.

[bag continues crinkling]

Here. Here, take this.

Thank you.

Yeah, no worries.

[breathes deeply]

[monitor beeping faintly]

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? [chuckles softly]

[monitor continues beeping]

Yeah.

[Katie sighs]

Good to see you. Come in.

[door shuts, locks]

How is he? How's your father?

He's... He's still with us,

hanging in there. [chuckles]

Do you want some food? I made soup.

Uh, no? How about some coffee?

[nurse] Okay. [chuckles]

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?

[gasps]

Bubbles?

What a good daddy.

Splash some water for me too, okay?

[chuckles]

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.

-[exhaling]

-[Christina] Will do. Thanks.

[male voice] Settle back...

[Christina exhales slowly]

Be aware of your sitting posture.

Remember that the foundation of meditation

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

-[exhales slowly]

All other aspects of the...

[lighter clicks]

[monitor beeping fades]

[train clacking]

[door opens, shuts]

How you doing, Rachel?

Doing okay.

How's Dad doing?

[Rachel] Hanging in.

Still there.

[Victor] 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.

[inhales]

[sucks teeth]

[Christina breathing deeply]

How many times a day do you do that?

[Christina] 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.

[Christina continues breathing deeply]

I'm struggling with writing this.

[Christina] I think you should ask Rachel.

Really?

[knocking on door]

[cheering on TV]

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. [chuckles]

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.

[Katie] It's more a record, just to have,

like saying, "This person existed,

in case anyone wants to know."

[Rachel] 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 b*tches,

raised a few crazy b*tches.

[Katie] Thanks.

Okay, serious, right?

Vincent, uh...

loved the Jets.

Yeah, got that.

[Rachel] Um, he loves laughing

at, uh, stupid sh*t.

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 f*ck

about a lot of things

you shouldn't give a f*ck about.

"Doesn't give a f*ck

about a lot of things you shouldn't."

Well, that's true.

-[scoffs] Everything I said is true.

-[Katie] 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..."

-[Katie] 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.

-[sighs]

I mean, we were all just on edge.

It feels so wrong.

-[Christina] I'll go see her off.

-[Katie sighs]

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.

[Christina sighs] 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...

[door opens]

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

I hear you going at it with Tracey,

but it's just, you know...

-[door shuts]

-...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.

[Rachel] 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.

[Rachel] 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.

-[Katie sniffles]

[monitor beeping]

[Katie] Look who's here. [chuckles]

-[Rachel] Hi.

-[women chuckle]

-Daddy, hi, it's me.

-[Katie chuckles]

[Vincent] Up.

[Katie] What's that, Daddy?

I don't understand.

You want me to move you?

Will you say it again?

[Rachel] I... I think Dad wants to sit up.

-[Katie] Really?

-[Christina] Dad?

-[Katie] Watch the painting!

-[Rachel] Okay.

-[Katie] Oh my God.

-[Rachel] Guys...

-[Katie] Guys, is this a good idea?

-[Rachel] Go slow.

[Katie] Okay. Be careful, please.

-Watch his feet.

-[Christina] Follow me.

-[Katie] Watch.

-[Rachel] Here you go, Dad.

-[Katie] Keep him straight.

-[Rachel] Okay. Okay.

-[Katie] Okay.

-[Rachel] We're doing it.

[Katie] Oh.

[Rachel chuckles]

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?

-[Rachel sighs] Uh, okay. Okay.

-[Katie] Okay. Fine.

-Here.

-[Christina] Oh yeah, get the other chair.

[Katie] Ooh.

-[Rachel] Yeah?

-[Katie] Yeah, got it.

[Christina] Move the monitor over here.

-[Rachel] Okay.

-[Katie] Okay, wait.

Uh, feet.

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

-[Christina] Lock it. Lock it.

-[Katie] Okay. Yeah, lock it.

[gentle piano music playing]

[Christina] One, two, three.

[indistinct chatter]

[Rachel grunts]

-[indistinct chatter continues]

-[gentle piano music continues]

[Christina] Yeah,

I'll plug it in the back.

[Rachel] Boom. Okay, here.

-[Christina] Yeah. Thank you.

-[exhales]

-[Christina] Oh, watch it.

-[indistinct chatter]

-[Katie] Got it?

-[Rachel] Yeah.

-[Christina] It's plugged in.

-Okay.

[Christina] Oxygen's flowing.

[Katie] Okay. [chuckles]

[Christina] Yeah. [chuckles]

[exhales]

-[exhales]

-[girls chuckle]

[all chuckling]

[Katie] 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.

[Christina] Yeah, uh...

[Rachel] Titans blew, uh, our parlay,

but, uh, we can still catch

the... the Bills if you want.

[Christina chuckles]

Uh, you want that?

-[Katie] Turn him around.

-[Christina] Yeah.

[all laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

-[Katie] Okay.

-[Rachel] Okay, okay.

-Hey.

-[all chuckling]

[Katie] That was terrible. [chuckles]

Oh, Daddy.

[Christina kisses]

[monitor continues beeping]

[Katie chuckles]

[grunts] Everyone, please, just...

-[monitor continues beeping]

-[Vincent sighs]

-This sound is...

-[Katie] Uh, Dad...

-Wait, you can't!

-[Vincent groans]

[exhales]

[all scream]

[Vincent breathing heavily]

[exhales]

-[Katie] No, no, no.

-No, no, no. I...

No. Let me do it.

[exhales]

This... I still have

more left in me.

[inhales]

[continues breathing heavily]

[Victor exhales]

-[fridge door opens]

-[bottles clank]

[fridge door closes]

-[Victor exhales]

-[bottle cap clanking]

[Victor exhales]

[exhales]

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 f*cking 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.

[inhales] 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...

[panting]

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.

[exhales]

Damn, I love this city.

[exhales]

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.

[exhales]

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.

[breathes deeply]

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.

-[monitor beeps]

-[Katie] Dad?

Made me

who I am.

[Rachel] Daddy.

-[Katie] Dad.

-[Rachel] Daddy.

-[Katie] Dad?

-[Rachel] Dad?

-Who, uh...

-[Katie, Rachel] Dad!

I...

-[Rachel] Dad.

-[Katie] No, no, no. [sobbing]

-Dad.

-[Rachel] Daddy. Daddy. Dad.

Dad!

-[monitor alarm beeping]

-[all sobbing]

[beeping halts abruptly]

[Christina inhales] Mmm.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[Christina sniffles]

[exhales]

[Christina exhales]

[Christina sniffles, exhales]

[Christina exhales]

[exhales]

[inhales sharply]

Dad is gone.

[inhales]

[exhales]

[exhales, sniffles]

[Katie exhales]

[Katie breathes sharply]

[exhales]

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

[faint bubbling]

[birds chirping]

[bag unzips]

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

-[rapid tapping]

-Over the hill and far away

-[indistinct commentary on TV]

Mother duck said

Quack, quack, quack, quack

-But only one little duck came back

-[TV turns off]

[lighter clicks]

[exhales]

[lighter clicks]

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...

-[door opens]

-...came back

-[door shuts]

[Victor] How you doing, Rach?

I heard the news.

I... I'm sorry.

You hanging in there okay?

Yeah.

I'm doing okay.

Thanks, Victor.

[sniffles, exhales]

[Christina] Sad mother duck

Went out one day

Over the hill and far away

[Rachel] Daddy duck said

Beep, beep, beep

Beep!

[Katie laughs]

[Katie] And all those crazy little ducks

came back. [continues laughing]

["In Time" by Rodrigo Amarante playing]

[humming]

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

[humming]

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

[humming]

Oh

[humming]

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

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

[train rattling]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[train rattling]