Elena Page #2

we'll see what happens then.

You'd do it too.

- Did you talk to the doctor?

- Not yet.

All he does is try to keep me calm,

tells me they won't

keep me much longer.

So, it's not that bad.

Or the other way around.

Elena, please, call Katya.

Yes, of course.

Hello, Katya, this is Elena.

Yes, hello.

I'm sorry to say I have some bad news.

Your Dad's in the hospital;

he's had a heart attack.

He wants to see you.

You will come, won't you?

Can't today. Tomorrow.

Well, alright. I'd like

to meet you first to talk.

Is that really necessary?

Yes, I think it is.

Fine, where?

Wherever's best for you.

Hello, Elena.

Hello, Katya. Do you want anything?

I'll do without.

What I wanted to say is this:

Your Dad had a heart attack.

I got that part.

He's very weak.

- He's conscious, though?

- Yes, conscious, thank God.

He's probably felt his way

through all the nurses already.

- Katya!

- Yes, Elena?

I want to ask you to go easy on him.

Right now he needs rest.

He needs your love.

Show him, that you love him.

You see each other so rarely,

which I don't understand

at all, but that's your business.

Indeed, it is.

Katya, you never call him.

You should...

Maybe this attack...

Right, the prodigal daughter's fault.

In part, I'm sure that's true.

Listen, Elena.

You're playing the role

of the worried wife.

You do it very well, congratulations.

So that's that. Finished?

I love Volodya.

Sure, to death do you part.

I don't doubt it.

Like a true nurse,

you're trying to cure me,

but I'm fine, I don't

need your treatment.

I am what I am.

Are you not at all

sorry for your father?

I understand that's

a rhetorical question,

but as far as you're concerned,

I don't give a flying f***.

Oh, my Lord.

What room is he in?

Maybe it's not such a good

idea for you to see him today.

Another time. When he's better...

Well that's interesting.

Why call me yesterday,

and not when he's better?

Your father asked me to.

What room is Dad in?

- Excuse me.

- Hello.

Could you tell me...

Please, cover your head

in the house of the Lord.

I wanted to ask which saint

I should light a candle to?

For health, or for

one who has passed on?

My husband's in hospital.

A prayer for health, then.

Write his name on a slip of paper,

and the priest will pray

for his health during service.

And place a candle in

front of Saint Nicholas

and Mother of God.

And while you're lighting it,

ask the Lord to bring

him health and assistance.

Could you tell me

where those icons are?

Straight ahead and

to the right of the altar.

Thank you.

I barely see you, Katya.

You can barely see me 'cos

I'm standing against the sun.

I didn't mean it in that sense.

Dad, you know that nothing

like sense even exists.

Looking at you, sometimes I

think, that might even be true.

So, it's OK that you barely see me.

I was never your reason to live.

And 'thank God', as they say.

You're wrong about that.

Money, Dad, has always been

your only reason for living.

What are you, tallying up my life?

Money's important to you, too.

Not that important.

Maybe that's because you've

never earned any yourself.

Maybe that's because you spoiled me,

gave me everything on a plate.

Sounds like a complaint.

Come on, Dad, you know I adore you.

Keep it coming, please.

I don't know, why I do this.

You don't know, what

you're paying for?

What I've been paying

through the nose for.

Well, just don't start

sniffling on me, OK?

You've always loved those word games.

Games help

children come to terms with

the cruel laws of reality.

- Children?

- Nope.

Not going to happen.

I'm not pregnant,

if that's what you were asking.

Too bad. It'd sort you out.

I'm sorted.

Alcohol and drugs

only on the weekends.

It's clean living now.

Of all the pleasures I'm still

getting sex and food under control,

but I'm working on myself, trust me.

What, are you going

to smoke in here?

Why not?

- It's a hospital, Katya.

- So what?

You paid for the big suite,

you can do whatever you like.

Are you serious?

Fine, I'll go smoke,

where I'm allowed to.

Hold on.

What now?

Where does all this come from?

Where do you think?

Genes, Dad, heritage.

Rotten seed. We're all

bad seeds. Subhuman.

Go on and have some babies.

Maybe they'll turn out different.

Different from everyone else?

There's no such thing as 'different'.

And I don't feel like

experimenting in that area:

It's painful, and

expensive, and pointless.

What is it with you and 'pointless'?

Dumb excuses. You're just trying

to avoid being responsible.

Dad, it's irresponsible

to produce offsprings

that - you know - are going to be

sick and doomed, since the

parents are just as sick and doomed.

And only because cosi fan tutte;

because there is some apparently

'higher meaning' to it all,

which is not ours to comprehend.

After all we are merely the

executors of this higher purpose.

Sh*t's gotta be tasty,

millions of flies can't be wrong.

And, anyway, the world will end soon

enough, in case you haven't heard.

You know, it's strange,

but listening to you,

I feel a lot better.

See, that's exactly why you breed:

To suck the life from your children.

And then you're surprised:

"Where does all this come from?"

Katya, you're such a twit sometimes.

Thanks.

I love you very much.

Can we do without that?

What one won't do for money!

See. Now, at last

you're starting to see the point.

Just don't loose sight of it yourself.

Parasite.

Oh? I thought, it was a heart attack.

Get over here, let me give you a kiss.

Dialling mama? Go on, give her a ring.

Let's see, what's

going on in the kitchen.

Have a look outside, and

see what's there.

See, if there are any sparrows about...

Needs to boil some more. Right...

Where are those sparrows at?

Bless you.

Above all, observe the

medication schedule closely.

Next, diet is critical.

And take it easy, nothing stressful.

Plus, I would recommend

hiring a qualified caretaker.

I worked in a hospital,

looking after patients for years.

So the better.

See you around, doctor.

You too. Take care of yourself.

All the best.

So long.

I think, we're seeing our refs...

I'm not talking about today's refs,

but all this talk about

referee's mistakes,

it's making them hedge their bets.

If we filed the tapes of this show

and watched them in 5 years' time...

The country would be shocked

at the way it's all repeating.

You'll pay for what you have done.

You won't get away with it, either.

But I wish you, our

audience, all the best.

Goodbye.

Elena.

I have something...

I need to tell you.

Your pills.

In short, I've

decided to write a will.

Volodya, I'm sorry, but this

makes me really uncomfortable.

Elena, this is important.

I need to be straight with you.

It's the right thing

to do, and after all,

everyone's thinking about what'll

happen after I'm gone, right?

No, it's not like that.

All the same, it's

a talk we need to have.

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