Cas & Dylan Page #6

- If you wrote 15

minutes a day-- Every single--

- I don't have time

for that. I don't have

time for that.

- You do have

time for that.

- No! I don't! That's

the point! I should be

better. At this point

in my life I should be

somebody better than this.

I'm pregnant.

- I know!

- What?

- What do you think?

I'm such a terrible doctor

I can't diagnose morning

sickness and a huge

appetite. Geez.

- My god. You must

think I'm such an idiot. I

just don't wanna get

stuck. I don't wanna be

stuck with Bobby. I don't

wanna end up like my

parents. They're not...

They're not actually

circus performers, you

know. They're just losers.

- Dylan, this is only

one setback.

You're a writer.

- No, I'm not.

I'm just an ordinary,

talentless wannabe.

- Look. You are not

supposed to be a great

writer at this time in

your life. You don't have

the life experience to

support it. You are in

your apprenticeship. This

is when you're allowed to

make mistakes and embrace

them. Learn from them. And

you're definitely,

definitely not ordinary.

(laughs) Give me a break.

You're not ordinary,

that's for sure. You're

a total lunatic, okay?

You're perfectly crazy.

You have no filter. And

you drugged my drink.

Everything about you,

everything,

is extraordinary.

Here's to ... perseverance

and getting where we wanna go.

- And to ripping

phones out of walls.

Mmm! I almost

forgot. I got you something.

- Did you steal it?

- Yes. But to be

perfectly honest, I

haven't paid for music

since the late 90's.

It's just a

little something...

I, I still don't get it,

but whatever floats your

proverbial boat, right?

- Thanks.

- Yeah. Mm! Hey, get

this. I've been doing some

solo work on... The note.

Um, if I were you, I'd

wanna go out on a little

drama. Y'know, take the

opportunity to expose

anybody who's really

pissed you off. The

context alone will make

them feel bad. So, I

fictionalized it for now,

just to give you the idea.

"It all started with my

kindergarten teachers,

Miss Grey..." We can

change the name. Uh, "I

firmly believe that her

inability to grasp the

full meaning of what I'd

done over my summer

vacation was directly

linked to my lifelong fear

of intimacy..." I'm just

guessing, but I'm probably

right. You okay, Cas?

- Mmhmm.

- Okay. Um,

so... Cas? Cas?

Cas?

Somebody call

an ambulance! Please! Please!

- It's reached a

dangerously advanced

stage. He's been taking

Oxycodone to numb the pain

but he should really be

getting treatment, in a

hospital. There's

chemotherapy for this,

radiation, radiosurgery,

uh, antiangiogenic therapy...

- Okay. Thanks.

(Cas clears throat)

How's work coming on the note? I

think we're gonna need it

to... Soonish. (chuckles)

- I think we're

kidding ourselves here.

- Dylan, you

know that there's nothing

in this room

that'll help me.

- Well, I mean,

what are we doing? We're

heading west on some

insane mission.

- I know, it's a losing

battle. But I'd rather fight

a losing battle there, than

a losing battle here.

- You're

not even trying.

- Listen to me--

- No. No. You listen

to me, okay? Yeah, at

first I thought this would

be really fun, but I think

you're delusional and

maybe I am too. You know,

I just know

that it just got

really f***ing real and I

don't know you that well.

I don't know you well

enough to deal with this,

that's for sure.

And, I mean--

- What are you doing?

- I'm calling Denise.

Yeah, I went through your

phone, but you went

through mine. So we're

even. She made your fave

four? I can only assume

that she should be here

instead of me. Seriously,

who has only four contacts?

You're like a sociopath!

- Hey, this is Denise! I'm not

in. You know what to do.

- F***.

- Voicemail? Mmmn.

Yeah, it's been very

difficult getting ahold of

her... Since she's been

dead for 10 years.

- You think

this is funny?

- No. Which is why I

didn't drive all this way

to end up here.

What are you doing?

- You had a seizure

in the middle of a

restaurant and I'm

not always great at

interpreting signs, but

that's a pretty clear one.

- Mmm, that

wasn't a sign.

- You have to be

here. Okay? And until you

accept that, I'm taking

your keys, and your

wallet, and good luck--

- Dylan. Dylan! There

are no such things as

signs. They are bullshit.

Listen to me. I didn't

become a doctor because of

my last name. And you and

I didn't meet because it

was some divinely inspired

act. I had a plan.

I had a perfectly

worked out plan

and you f***ed it up. You

did. You did. You f***ed

up my plan. And against

all odds in the face of

that we became friends.

And that's real. And so

I'm asking you as a friend,

please help me get out of here.

- So have you really

been paying Denise's phone

bill for the

past ten years?

(music)

And with a faint taste

of cigarettes

You write hallelujah songs

Ain't it wonderful

feeling alright

So I tickle up your backbone

And at the break of day

you sank into dream

You dreamer

And at the break of day

you sank into dream

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

Oh! Sorry! Sorry, Cas.

Go back to sleep.

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

On a date

by a chocolate lake

Down by the rotary...

Not too shabby.

- Hmph.

And at the break of day

you sank into dream

You dreamer

And at the break of day

you sank into dream

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

You dreamer

- I think that's

pretty good for my first

grave. I might have a

future in this business.

Do you want

me to say something?

- Yeah! Yeah.

- Okay.

Beloved Winston,

I never knew you in your

living state, but I've

really come to enjoy your

company post-mortem. Uh, I

truly believe that if you

make a difference in just

one person's life, then

your life had meaning.

Hope you know you'll be

sorely missed. I just

wished I'd met you sooner.

Do you... Do you

wanna say something?

- Yeah.

(clears throat, laughs)

Winston, buddy, I

know you hated Winnipeg.

And I think you really

liked it here so...

Bringing you here

hopefully... counts.

- Y'know what, Cas?

When I was a kid we had a

dog and when it died we

chopped it up and flushed

it down the toilet.

- That's a lie.

- Yes, that's a lie.

The dog was a fish, but the

point is, I think you went above

and beyond, if you ask me.

- You have a

way with words.

- I totally agree.

- This has all

been too easy.

- Do you want

something? Like, should I

get you something? Um...

Do you want a water, or--?

Or um... Yeah, yeah, yeah

you should probably rest.

Do you-- Are you cold? Do

you want maybe a blanket?

I'll give you a blanket.

All right. Yeah? Good. Is

that good? Under your

foot, there.

Okay. Um...

Music? Music.

Yes, yes, yes.

Put on something

good. A little tuneage. Okay.

(music)

That's good.

Y'know. You give it a

shot, it's got certain

um... I don't know. Je ne

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