Dad Page #6

is a direct result

of Dr. Santana's

poor judgment.

Why did you strap

his arms down?

To keep him from

hurting himself.

He's been flailing around

pretty good with those hands.

Yeah, well, I'm his son and I say

he doesn't need these things.

Give us a call

when you're ready,

and we'll put

him back in bed.

I don't believe it.

Hey, dad, how you doin'?

What is it?

Does he always look like this?

Look, hey, look, look,

I've brought Annie.

And I got Billy here.

Huh?

Hey, Dad.

How are you feelin', Dad?

Can you hear me?

Hey, Grandpa, it's me, Billy.

How you doin'?

God, John, I can't stand

to see him looking like this.

What is it, Dad?

What's the matter?

That would be

absolutely adequate, I think.

I gave him a sedative.

That should calm him down.

How long had he

been like that?

The whole time we've been here.

At least half an hour.

Did he seem depressed?

Jesus, Doctor.

It's a good thing

you're not a detective.

Yeah, he seemed

depressed.

What the hell do you

think is going on here?

I meant more than usual,

Mr. Tremont.

He's been sliding every day since

he's been in here. And you know that.

Mr. Tremont...

You're not gonna tell me

that this is normal behavior.

This particular manifestation

of the depression is unusual,

true, but the sedative

will bring him around.

A sedative?

The man is hallucinating.

He's crying nonstop.

He doesn't recognize

anyone in his family,

and you're giving

him a sedative?

And why didn't you give

him some Sucrets, too?

Maybe he has a sore

throat you can fix!

We've scheduled your father

for release tomorrow.

You can pick him up

anytime after 12:00.

What do you mean, "release"?

Are you trying to tell me that

my father has recovered?

Well, no, of course not,

but medically speaking

there's nothing more

we can do for him.

We cannot hold

hospital beds

for patients who cannot

profit from medical care.

How would we know?

He's never gotten

any medical care!

You have to understand,

Mr. Tremont,

while his condition is stable,

basically he's custodial.

What exactly

does that mean?

I'll tell you

what that means.

That means they don't give

a sh*t if he lives or dies.

He's not custodial!

God damn it!

What kind of word is that

to describe a person?

I don't think...

Just calm down.

You want my father

out of here?

Well, let me tell you

something.

I want him out of here

more than you do.

You're not good enough

to take care of him.

John,

what are you doing?

Mr. Tremont...

Don't you touch him.

This is very unnecessary.

I said I'm taking him home.

Mr. Tremont,

this is very unfortunate.

What do we do now?

I don't know.

We may have no

choice but to...

No, I don't want

to do that.

I don't wanna put

him in a nursing home.

I don't either, John,

but we have to do something.

If you take Mom

out to your place,

I'll take care

of Dad at home.

Wait a second, John.

You can't handle

him in this condition.

I think I can do it.

I can do better than

the hospital did.

I can stay and help.

No.

Why not?

I'll take care of him.

He's my father.

Well, he's my grandfather.

And I'm your father.

Great. Now that we

know who everyone is,

can we talk about

what's best for this man?

I don't want you

here right now, Billy.

You don't have to see this.

Dad, I am not a kid.

Look,

I want you gone.

Go back to school,

go back to Mexico.

You're in the way here.

Don't you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

I want to talk to him.

It's not a good idea now,

Mom, really.

Annie's right, Mom.

Come on,

get in the hearse.

You'd like that,

wouldn't you, Mario?

I meant "get in the car,"

Mom.

It was a slip of the tongue.

Okay, Mom, okay.

Come on, come on. He'll be all right.

He'll be all right.

John's gonna

take care of him.

Here we go, Dad.

We got a score yet?

Huh?

This kid Gooden is fabulous,

isn't he?

He kind of reminds

me of Bob Gibson.

You know,

a real competitor.

What is that?

Did you get that, Dad?

All right.

Here we go.

A club soda.

Well, we've got to work

on your technique here.

That's all right.

A little home-cooked meal,

that's what you need.

Remember how you

used to tell me

that all the great

chefs were men?

Well,

I think you're right.

Wait till you taste this.

Come on, Dad.

All right.

What's that?

Too big, you say?

Hmm, all right.

Here.

Try this.

Come on, Dad,

take a bite.

Come on,

there you go.

All right!

We have a sale here.

Well.

Let's push our luck.

Here. Wash it down

with this, Dad.

Dad, don't bite the glassware.

House rules.

You just didn't like

that place, did you?

Neither did I.

Here you go.

One more bite.

There you go, Dad.

All right!

We're going

to be okay, huh.

Here you go, Pop.

That's better.

All right, Dad.

Hang on a second here

and I'll have you

all settled in.

Let me grab these

and I'll be right back.

Why are we here, Ed?

Why aren't we

at the farm?

What?

You know they'll be

mad at us if we stay,

you know that.

Where's the owner

of the house?

This is your house, Dad.

What are you talking about?

Mandy is out of

the pasture again, Ed.

I'm worried about her.

Well, don't worry, Dad.

I'm, I'm sure she's okay.

You think so?

I do.

Hand me that 18 wrench there,

by the chicken wire.

That ought to hold it now.

Look.

A good night's sleep is

what we need here, Dad.

Isn't that's what you

always used to say

when we had a problem?

"Let's sleep on it. "

Well, we got ourselves

a problem here, Dad.

Let's sleep on it.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

What the hell

are you doing?

Oh, Dad, here,

let me help you.

All right, all right.

It's okay.

Come here, Pop,

come here.

No.

Ouch!

Ow!

Dad,

I'm gonna lift the bed.

Crawl out.

Come on, Dad, crawl out.

Dad, come on.

Okay, now.

I've got you.

Shh.

Come on.

Shh.

I got you, Dad.

It's all right. It's okay.

Shh.

I got you, I got you.

I got you.

Mr. Tremont?

I understand you

put your father back

in the hospital.

I'm very sorry.

Yeah.

I thought it might

be difficult for you

to care for him

at home.

It's really not the place

for him right now.

Well, he can't be at home

and he can't be here, right?

Maybe he can just hover

overhead in a helicopter.

It's very hard, I realize

for children

to understand

that their parents

have gotten old.

To know what

that really means.

I know what that means,

to be old. It means

most people would

rather you were dead.

Mr. Tremont, you have to understand

that doctors are only human, too.

We can't solve

every problem.

We can't save every patient.

We work in a system where

old people tend to sometimes

fall through the cracks.

What is it you want?

Why are you here?

There's another doctor

here at the hospital.

I think he might be

better than Dr. Santana.

What?

I'll deny ever

having said that.

He's a fine man.

I'd like to see

if I can get him

to take a look

at your father.

Mr. Tremont?

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