Just Like Heaven Page #5

- The tone.

You're trying to pass the buck

onto somebody else

to tell you your friend died!

Excuse me, sir.

I need you to go to

the third-floor nurses' station.

Oh, no, it's Fran. She's my mentor.

They wouldn't send us

here if it wasn't bad.

- Mr. Abbott?

- Hi, yes.

- Fran Lo.

- Nice to meet you.

You've been inquiring

about Elizabeth Masterson?

Right. Could you tell me

what happened to her?

I need to know

your relationship with her.

Tell her you're my boyfriend.

She can't tell you anything

unless she knows

we're intimately connected.

We were romantic with each other.

- What do you mean?

- You know, boyfriend-girlfriend.

I know what romantic means,

but I... I have

a hard time believing that.

- What? Why?

- What? Why?

Elizabeth's whole life

was this hospital.

"Was"? Did she say "was"?

I don't know of a single date

she'd ever been on.

We were fairly recent.

I live in her apartment...

- David.

- Building.

So, you don't know about the accident.

Accident.

Oh, God, David. I remember it.

It was awful.

I was... I've been away.

It was three months ago.

Three months.

I'm sorry.

I was away for awhile

on a business trip.

Oh, my God.

What was that?

You were, like, flying.

Oh, my God. It's you.

It's you, it's really you.

You're... you're not dead,

you're alive.

I know, David, but I'm in a coma.

This is not good.

Well, it's way better than dead.

Look at you.

Your body is healing, it's...

You don't have any scars.

You look pretty.

It doesn't matter how I look.

Three months,

that's a persistent coma.

We're here now.

Let's do something.

Like what?

Like... I don't know.

You're the doctor.

Right. Right.

- Forget it.

- What?

I was gonna say that we...

I need to find a way

to put myself together again.

OK, good, good. That's great.

How do we do that?

Maybe I should try this.

Something's happening!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

I think it's working!

Yeah? No.

Let me try again.

I mean, really focus on it.

Hold on inside there.

I'm not sticking.

It's like I'm no longer

connected to this body.

All right, all right, all right,

all right. Turn around.

- What?

- I want to try something.

OK.

You felt that.

My hand tingled.

You are still connected to your body.

The monitor doesn't agree.

Machines don't know everything.

Everything in my training

tells me they do.

Then how are we having

this conversation?

I don't know.

Mr. Abbott? I'm sorry.

I have an appointment,

and I can't leave you here unattended.

Can I just have a couple

more minutes, please?

I'm saying goodbye.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

My nieces must have

made these things for me.

Wow, that's an amazing likeness.

Look at this.

That's the picture

from my nightstand.

Abby must have brought it.

You look great.

Look at me now.

These levels aren't changing, David.

If anything, they're decreasing.

- I'm gonna have to leave soon.

- All right.

Want me to wait

downstairs in the lobby?

No, no, that's sweet.

You should go.

Thank you for helping me.

It was my pleasure.

Are you sure you don't want

to come back with me?

After all,

it is your apartment. It's fine.

After I made it here, I...

...can't imagine

leaving myself, you know?

OK, I know, I just...

It just feels weird

leaving you here alone.

I don't know where else I belong.

Mr. Abbott. I'm sorry.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.

Goodbye.

Oh, I hate this.

She finally gets a life, and then...

You know what?

That guy was cute.

At least she got a chance

to hang with him for a little while.

Yeah. It woulda been awful

if she'd gone through her whole life

not knowing what it was all about.

Oh, my God. Jenny?

No wonder

I could never find you.

I guess you got my job.

Yeah. I think I've earned it.

I deserve it.

Everything

you thought it would be?

It is. And it's time to upgrade

from the 330 to the 740.

I'm goin' to the dealer tonight.

Hold on. It's Walsh,

I have to take this.

Hello?

Really? You want me to do it?

Sure, of course I can.

Dude, did you know I can get

a built-in jack for my iPod?

Did you know there's

people out there dying?

- I'm in a coma, have you noticed?

- I know. Sweet!

Zoe? Lily Vanilli?

Oh, my God,

you guys got so big!

Beat ya!

- Did not!

- Did too!

- Did not!

- Did too!

Did not!

Did too!

How could I feel him

and not you guys?

- Did not!

- Did too!

- Oh, that's funny.

- Abby.

I remember saying

no running, no screaming!

- Abby, can you feel me?

- All right, chill, I'm serious.

I guess not.

- I hope you feel better.

- Get well soon.

I love you.

I remember when you pushed us...

It's so sweet you guys

come and visit me.

- And I really miss...

- Excuse me.

- Mrs. Brody, hi.

- Hi.

Dr. Rushton.

Could I have a quick word?

- Sure.

- What do you want?

First of all, I hope you know how much

we all love and miss Elizabeth.

Please. He's doing

high fives he's not in Phoenix.

Because she was

a senior resident here,

we've taken some

extraordinary measures

to make her feel more comfortable

these last three months.

Lily! Turn it back!

Zoe, what did we talk about?

Watch your sister. Sorry.

This is hard to say.

When we come to work here,

we are asked to sign release forms.

OK.

I don't like the sound of this.

Did you know your sister's opinion

about artificially prolonging life?

- No.

- She was against it.

Really?

OK, that was before.

I am completely for it now.

Honestly, most in our

profession feel that way.

Not me! I'm perfectly happy.

Come on, Abby!

You have got to feel me,

I'm your sister!

But there's still some

brain activity, isn't there?

People have woken up

from this kind of coma.

- All the time.

- Not on any record I've found.

Of course they have!

Otherwise, what am I doing here?

I feel car sick.

- What are you doing?

- We're looking for the stick.

What stick?

- You said she had a stick up her...

- Stop it! Come on.

TV is going to become

a very dim memory for you two.

Mrs. Brody,

Elizabeth did sign a release.

Because of the special situation,

we won't take any terminal action

without your explicit approval.

Now, I've prepared this paperwork...

Don't sign that. I'm here!

...if you decide to sign...

- I'll think about it.

Abby, I'll baby-sit more, I swear!

Those jeans you love?

They're yours!

We sometimes find that it's easier

just to ask God's forgiveness

and not prolong the inevitable.

I said I'd think about it.

Thank you, Abby.

You always looked out for me.

You here?

I guess not.

I'm locked out.

Doesn't this location

make San Francisco bearable?

Wait, you're not from here,

are you? Oh, good.

And what's with all

the single men in this town?

Every time I meet

a good-looking guy... lesbian.

It's tough.

I'd get on the phone and I'd be like,

"Hello? Osama?

Communism is so over.

Like, give your people toilet paper."

So, like, if I had to choose?

If I had to choose.

Wow.

I guess I'd have to go

with the midget.

I'm sorry...

The locksmith,

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