Chronic Page #2

- [David] Hi, Silvia.

Hi.

Be back in a minute.

Did her tits get bigger?

No, you got more desperate, John.

He's on 200 mg per hour.

Check the pressure. It shouldn't vary.

And watch out for the oxygen.

See you in the morning.

Okay. Behave!

- Call me if anything comes up.

- I will.

Hey, how are you? Is this comfortable?

Huh?

- Excuse me.

- Yep.

- Can I get a fresh towel?

- Sure.

Can I get it in a plastic bag?

The point of the plastic bag is that

your hands don't touch it before mine.

Thanks.

[Mildred] Thank you, David.

You didn't need to bring anything.

It's okay.

Oh, ha!

Happy birthday, John.

Uh, iPad.

Here.

I'll just go back to the kitchen.

Okay.

Thank you, David.

Really?

You thought I'd bring you a hooker

for your birthday, did you?

I'm dying.

Well, then you don't need

a hooker, do you?

You need a priest.

I'm gonna go get changed.

You're not dying.

I'll bring you some food.

[TV playing softly]

[knock on door]

Come in.

Hi. I'm Lee.

Silvia was sick, so I was sent

to cover her shift for tonight.

Right. I'm gonna do

the night shift tonight.

- It's okay.

- Why?

Because he's delicate,

and he gets worse at night.

Robert doesn't need to know.

He'll still pay your shift.

Are you sure?

Yeah, it's okay. You can go.

All right, thank you.

Okay.

[moans]

You... sent him away?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I wanted to watch the movie.

Was he handsome?

Jesus Christ, John.

[vaguely]

I didn't get a look at him.

What?

You never been with a man?

[chuckles]

That's good. That's good.

[door opens]

[moans]

Isn't it the other nurse's shift?

- Sorry?

- The other nurse.

Isn't she usually on right now?

Yeah, I thought I'd stay.

Did she not show up today?

No, she did,

but I just thought I'd stay.

He was feeling tired, so...

- You must be really exhausted.

- I am.

It's okay.

Just, uh, let me know

if you need anything, okay?

I'll be downstairs.

Mm-hmm.

[wheezing]

[sobbing]

[knock on door]

Okay?

[panting]

[sniffling]

Um...

After dinner I'll come up

and sit with him, yeah?

Okay.

[chatter]

Wanna watch a movie?

Hmm?

[mutters]

[TV plays indistinctly]

[indistinct conversations]

[phone ringing]

- [knock on door]

- Come in.

- Hi.

- Hey, David. Sit down.

What's going on?

They want to sue you

for sexual harassment.

Who does?

John's family. His children.

Well, I was just there.

Why are you doing multiple

shifts without permission?

Well, John needed me.

They found an iPad with pornography.

John's son said John had an erection

while you were bathing him.

- And so?

- He wants to sue you.

He says you are manipulating his dad.

For what?

If we tell them that you

won't go near John again,

maybe they'll withdraw the claim.

Okay.

I have to get legal involved.

Why don't you just tell them?

I don't want another lawsuit.

Don't go near John.

Don't go. Don't call.

I've asked Silvia

to do a couple of shifts...

until I find someone.

That's it.

[bangs door knocker]

You can't be here.

I never harmed him.

If anybody else sees you here,

it's going to be worse for you.

How is he?

He's better.

Does he know about this?

No, of course not.

Can I see him?

David, we're about to sue you.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

How you doing?

I'm fine.

Okay.

When did you get back?

Two days ago.

Are you staying?

Yeah.

- I'm studying medicine.

- I know.

- It's good to see you.

- And you.

Did you get married again?

No.

You?

I was married for four years,

then I divorced.

What does Nadia know?

- About Dan?

- Yeah.

Everything.

[woman chuckles]

Okay. I'll talk to you soon. Bye.

[hangs up phone]

- Can I help you?

- Hi.

Is Isaac in?

Sure, and your name is?

David Wilson.

Okay, one second.

Just be a second.

Okay.

Hi. Can I help you?

I was hoping to see your father.

I used to work here.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

He's almost never here anymore.

- Is he okay?

- He's... he's fine.

Can we write down daddy's

cell phone number for...?

- Yeah, sure.

- Thanks.

[water running]

The only thing I would need

is someone to drive me.

The hospital insists on it.

I don't know why.

Well, David can drive you.

Why would you work for less money?

I was let go from another agency.

I've known Isaac for a long time.

Take me to chemo.

I don't need any more for now.

When's your appointment?

I start again on Tuesday at noon.

I'll pick you up.

Isaac, you'll give me the information?

Yes.

I'll need a phone number.

Yes, of course.

Were you married?

Yes.

Any children?

Trisha and Ana. They're 40 and 42.

What do they do?

Ana writes for magazines,

and Trisha takes care of her children.

We don't have to talk.

Ready?

We'll be back in an hour.

She's on her second round of chemo.

She's very weak.

Do you think she'll get better?

Mm-mm. I mean, it's possible, but no.

At first I didn't want

to study medicine.

I mean,

I did but I didn't. You know?

Mm-hmm.

Have you decided on your major?

Not yet. I was thinking plastics,

but more reconstructive, not aesthetic.

Mm-hmm.

Where do you wanna go?

My mom wants me to stay here, but...

I really want to apply to Boston.

You should go to Boston.

I will.

Mm-hmm.

Do you think of him?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah.

I remember him.

Do you think it would've been different

if we'd found out before...?

No...

[murmurs]

No way of finding out, really.

Do you think I was wrong?

No.

Really?

Not at all. I remember

he was always crying

all the time when he was at home.

Yeah.

[sniffles]

It's difficult...

When it gets into the bones,

it's difficult.

Did you get on with your mom's ex?

More or less.

Good.

They didn't really get along.

Yeah.

Tricky.

Martha?

Martha?

Hi, Isaac. It's David.

Have you heard from Martha at all?

- Well, I'm...

- [knocking]

[indistinct conversation]

Martha. Are you okay?

[slurring]

I couldn't get to the door.

All right.

[phone ringing]

I was just tired.

Okay.

Hi, Isaac. Yeah.

No, I'm with her.

I think she's going

to need somebody to stay.

I mean, at night...

Just until she's a little stronger.

Yeah.

All right, I'll call you back.

I'll call you back.

I was...

cooking and I got tired.

Right.

Can I get you something?

You want some water?

Are you hungry?

No. I'm fine, thank you.

[water running]

[TV playing indistinctly]

[gagging]

It's all right. It's all right.

[groaning]

Just breathe.

[panting]

It's okay.

[sobbing]

It's just the chemo.

I know.

It's not the first time I've thrown up.

Let's get you cleaned up, okay?

All right?

Just breathe.

[water running]

I'll be right there.

Here we go.

All right.

All right.

Let's... let's get you up.

Here you go. Okay?

All right.

Here.

There we are.

Do you want to shower?

I want to die.

I know you're being sued

for sexual harassment.

I'm sorry, but I had

to find out more about you.

It's okay. I should've told you.

Isaac explained it to me.

You don't have to worry.

He told me about your son.

He was very sick, Martha.

My niece had an abortion.

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