01x07 - Thera-Flu

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

- It's been two days,

four hours, and 38 minutes

since I said
all the wrong things to Mia.

On top of that,
my bubble was breached,

and in my immunocompromised
condition,

a germ that normally
wouldn't hurt a fly

could knock me dead.

[somber music]

♪

- Vinny.
[gasps]

[beeping]

♪

- Vinny, when can I
and see him?

- Go call your parents, man.

♪

Come on, go.

- Vinny, what's going on
in there?

- Zac has a cold.
It could easily

turn into pneumonia.
- This is all my fault.

- Mama, mama, mama,
Zac made a bad choice.

You are not to blame.

- But I could've said no.

- Zac's in good hands.

♪

Mia.

- Promise me
that you'll stay in there

until he gets better.

- Mia, Mia.

♪

[beeping]

♪

Hey.

I need a favor.

[somber music]

♪

- [sniffs]

[knocking]

[sniffs]

[door opens]

- Mia Phillips?

- Yes?

- Hi, I'm Rachel Adams,
a friend of Vinny's.

- [groans]

- And the hospital
psychiatrist.

- So now I need therapy.

Shocker.

- I'm not here
to psychoanalyze you.

Vinny just thought you might
need a friend.

May I?

- I mean, I'd rather be
alone right now.

- Vinny may even refer to you
as his favorite patient.

- Now, I know that's a lie.

He says that to Zac
at least twice a day.

- You and Zac are friends?
- Yes.

Well, we were.

- Mm, sounds like
there's drama there.

- He called me delusional.

- Not a smart way to get on
a girl's good side.

- Right?

And only because I don't scream

from the rooftops
that I have cancer.

♪

Like he does.

- People don't know
you're sick?

- Just my mom and my boyfriend.

♪

I mean, my ex-boyfriend.

- You don't know whether
he's your boyfriend or not?

- I'm leaning towards no.

♪

He's--he's hooking up
with my best friend.

♪

- I know this won't make you
feel better right now,

but this place, you know,

it has a knack for sifting out
the people who really matter.

If he couldn't handle this,
he doesn't matter.

♪

- Vinny, can you please
do me a favor?

- You got it, buddy.

- Can you check on Evan for me?

- Boy, you got us up on
every other person in the world

but for yourself, man.

- Can you treat yourself
to a cup of coffee on me?

- I'll do that.

♪

- [coughs]

♪

- How come there's no photo
of your mom?

- Simple, I hate her.

- Hate's a strong word, Mia.

- Okay, well, I hate her
because she hates me.

- What makes you say that?

- She is 34, and I'm 17.

- Okay.

So she had you
when she was your age.

- Okay, what would you say that
I am, on a scale of one to ten?

I would say an 8, 8 1/2.

Nine on a good hair day.

- Mia, I refuse to whittle
a woman down to a number.

- I get it.
Yay, feminism.

But you know what I mean.

My mom, when she was my age,
was undeniably,

straight up a ten,

and I've seen
old yearbook photos.

Whoa.

- You think your mom
blames you

for ruining her perfect life?

- Yeah.

- What does she do to
make you think that?

- It's what she doesn't do.

She hasn't come
to visit me one time.

I know I told her
to stay the hell away from me,

but who actually listens
to their bratty daughter

when it comes to something
as major as this?

She wanted this
to happen to me.

- You think she wished
cancer on you?

- I think she prayed

that something would happen
to me, something bad.

- As in?
- Osteosarcoma of the fibula.

[sighs]

- Mia, no one gave you cancer,

especially not your mom.

Parents are just kids
with a mortgage.

They don't know
what they're doing.

But would you be able to
handle motherhood perfectly?

♪

[door closes]

♪

- You call your parents?

[soft music]

♪

- And hey, if you ever want
my help, my door is wide open.

♪

- [sighs]

I just--I don't know.
I just want to be normal again.

♪

I can't...

♪

I mean, it's not like
I'm smart.

I'm not an athlete.
I can't sing.

♪

- And you think prom

could be your
last shining moment.

♪

- Yeah.
So pathetic.

- Mia, in this short
conversation together,

that is not the girl I see.

You deserve love,
especially your own.

I heard you recently got wooed
in the middle of the night

with ice cream.

- ♪ So don't give up

♪ When there's no hope
to be found ♪

- There are people out there
who want to love you

and be loved by you.

♪

[beeping]

[rapid beeping]

[alarm blaring]

- Got a code blue, room 217.

I repeat, heart failure,
room 217.

[soft guitar music]

- ♪ Don't understand

♪ I face the world
the best that I can ♪

♪ You can run

♪ But you can't find a way out

♪ Hold your breath

♪ Till you're blue in the face

♪ Change your mind till you
run 'round in circles ♪

♪ When all you
have to do is wait ♪

I need your attention.

Your test came back positive
for non-Hodgkin's lymphoma,

stage 4-B.

You have cancer, Zac.

- [gasps]

I'm sorry.
- Mom.

[door slams]

- Everyone reacts
in a unique way.

I'll need you to fill out
this paperwork.

- How long do I have?

What are my odds?

- It's difficult
to say definitively.

- Ballpark?

- Statistically speaking,
a young man your age

with this condition
has a 55% chance of survival,

which is why it's imperative we
begin fighting it immediately.

- I have a 45% chance of dying?

[ringing]

[humming]

Doc, what is that sound?

[beep]

- This is very serious,
Mr. Meier.

[humming]

One, two, three, four.

- Five, six, seven, eight.
- Keep that bag going.

- One, two, three, four...
- I still don't have a pulse.

- We're losing him!
- Five, six, seven, eight.

- Go get Dr. Lydell.
- One, two...

- Vinny, get him out of here.
- No, no, I need to stay, Zac!

- Seven, eight, one.
We got a pulse.

- sh*t.

- Evan.
- Do we have any updates?

- He's stable.
They just brought him

into his room.

- Look, we need somebody
that's in charge.

Where's Victor?

- It's Vinny.

- Is Zac gonna be okay?
- He's stable, Mrs. Meier,

but he's still very much
in critical condition.

- How does something
like this even happen?

He's supposed to be
in protective isolation.

- We're doing everything in our
power to help him, Mr. Meier,

and we'll continue to do so
with you folks

waiting much more
comfortably downstairs.

♪

[beeping]

Mr. Meier.

♪

[beeping]

[soft music]

♪

[beeping]

♪

- You aren't even you anymore.

You are cancer.

♪

[beeping]

You know, maybe it's time
to just--

[somber music]

♪

- Hey.
This is Mr. Bojangles.

[ringing]

♪

He always makes me feel better.

I thought you could use him.
I'm so sorry.

- Look, you don't
have to be sorry.

- I shouldn't have
let you leave your room.

But you're strong, Zac.
You can beat this.

[soft music]

♪

- [sobbing]

- Have you ever seen your mom,
like, really cry?

♪

I saw how strong they needed
me to be, and I was strong.

I was so strong.

But I guess I was just
delaying the inevitable.

♪

I'm just tired, Mia.

♪

[elevator dings]

- Yeah.
No, I'm at the hospital.

Do we have to do this
right now?

♪

- Cam said he wanted to come,

but I told him
we have a full house.

- Who?

- One of your son's
best friends.

- Bec, don't.

- What is wrong with you?
- That is not fair.

- No, when you're at home
doing research

or whatever your excuse
is for not being here...

- Okay, shh!
- I'm here every day,

wondering when my tumor's
gonna pop up.

Zac and I share
the same DNA, don't we?

You think I don't think
about that?

Yet I am still here.

- But I'm just not prepared

to watch my baby die.

[soft music]

♪

[rumbling]

- Helga.

[beeping]

Helga.

You can't give up.

- Why are you doing this to me?
- I wish I could help you.

- You're not!
You're not!

- I know this is hard.

- Hard?
Hard?

Do you know how hard it is
on my family?

How impossibly hard
it is to love a sick person?

My cancer's k*lling them
as it kills me.

- 2% is not gonna do anything.

You've never turned me down
for a loan before.

No, that's not good enough.
- Dad, Dad.

- Look, I don't care what
your projections are.

This year's harvest is showing
a tremendous growth already.

What is the matter with you?

- Think you could hold off on
the business calls till we know

whether your son's
gonna wake up or not?

- You know I took a loss
last season, right?

Okay, how do you think
I'm possibly gonna take care

of Zac, let alone any of you,
if that happens again?

I don't get to take a day off.

- You think
this is a vacation for me?

- Jesus, your whole life
is a vacation.

- I know you think I'm
just here for me--you're wrong.

You have no idea
what I do here.

- Whatever it is you do,
I'm paying for it.

♪

Listen, you don't get
to act like this is

some selfless act
on your part, all right?

This is another excuse for
you not to grow the hell up.

- Oh, so while you're
busy being all grown-up

with your big boy job,
you know what I'm doing?

You really want to know?

I'm talking your son
off the ledge.

♪

- What are you talking about?
- No, Evan, don't.

- A few months ago,
when the chemo was kicking

Zac's a*s, and he could
barely stand up,

I found a letter
on his computer,

and it said good-bye
to all of us,

so I made him promise
to delete it.

I made him promise that
he wouldn't do that to us,

to you, to me,
to Bec, to Mom, and he did.

He deleted it.

So no, this isn't
a vacation for me.

That's my favorite person
in the entire world,

and you know what?
I'm gonna stick around

and spend as many seconds
with him as I can.

What are you gonna do?

Here, you take your phone back.

You take your phone back,
since that means more to you.

Take the phone.

[soft music]

♪

- [sobs]

I don't want to do this.

I don't want to do this
anymore!

[beeping]

♪

[beeping]

- [sobbing]

- Helga.

- You know what's haunted me
since the day I found out

about all the cancer
in my blood?

The 45% chance that
I'm not gonna make it.

The sweat, the pain,
none of it mattered.

I'm done.

Done!

♪

I'm done.
- You want life to be

predictable and to make sense,

but life's not like that.
You said it yourself.

You could have never
predicted meeting me.

- And look how that turned out.

- You can't give up.

Zac, think of all the things

that you're gonna miss out on.

Graduation.

You're gonna miss out
on college,

drunken mistakes in your 20s,

getting married, having kids,
living an amazing life.

- I just can't, Mia.

- If you can't do it
for your family,

if you can't do it for
yourself, then please,

fight for me,

okay, because I need you.

Can you please wake up?
Can you wake up for me?

♪

- [gasps]

[coughing]

[beeping]

[coughing]

[beeping]

[bright music]

♪

[beeping]

♪

- ♪ A long, long time ago

♪ In a vengeful kind of way

♪ I never even noticed
you'd gone ♪

♪ I never tried
to make you stay ♪

- Welcome back, Zac.

- ♪ To the sound of you
opening your eyes ♪

♪ See you're concussed
and you're cold ♪

♪ Sing that you are
still alive ♪

♪

[exclaiming and laughing]

♪

[knocking]

- ♪ Were you afraid
to go to sleep? ♪

♪ Your ear's pressed
to the floor ♪

♪ Listening for
the sandman's creak ♪

♪ Deserving all the luck

♪ The crowns...

[knock]

♪ With shoulders
cut to fight ♪

♪ Saying that you are
still alive ♪

♪ You're still alive

♪ You're still alive,
we're still alive ♪

♪ We're still alive,
we're still alive ♪

♪ We're still alive

♪ We're still
alive ♪

♪