Love And Other Drugs Page #8

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Good days and bad days, huh?

Mostly good days.

You?

Wife. Since '73.

Stage Four.

You got any advice?

- You don't need my advice.

- Come on. I'm very trainable.

My advice is to go upstairs,

pack your bags, and leave a nice note.

Find yourself a healthy woman.

I love my wife. I do.

But I wouldn't do it over again.

The thing nobody tells you,

this disease will steal

everything you love in her.

Her body, her smile, her mind.

Sooner or later, she'll lose motor control.

Eventually, she won't even

be able to dress herself.

Then, the fun really begins.

Cleaning up her sh*t.

Frozen face. Dementia.

It's not a disease, it's a Russian novel.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm out of line.

Hang in there.

Did you realize there are

other people with Parkinson's?

How remarkable!

Amazing people. People doing things.

Like this one woman runs marathons,

and another one scuba dives.

And they're pissed off

and they're tired of being marginalized.

Oh, my God, they are so cool!

I feel good. I feel really good.

I feel better than I

have felt in a long time,

and you brought me here.

I mean, okay, whatever,

it was the wrong convention, sure, but...

Jamie, I... Jamie.

- I have been such a b*tch to you.

- Oh, no.

And you didn't even run away.

How is that possible?

It's like, this is...

Like, the first time in my life that I've

ever not felt alone.

That someone is there for me.

Do you know what that means?

Oh, my God.

I love you.

I do.

I love you. I love you, I love you.

I really love you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I fell asleep.

A cure for Parkinson's?

That's what I'm asking.

Pfizer, I'm a GP.

Twenty universities, 15 teaching hospitals,

every major drug company,

and the goddamn NIH

are all working on this.

And I'm sure the second they find it,

you're gonna be

the first in line to sell it to me.

Well, in the meantime, she gets worse.

What is this, General Hospital?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to feel bad about it, Stan.

If I felt bad about every patient

that I couldn't help,

then I don't make it through the day.

What are the cutting edge treatments?

I don't know.

You want me to get you a list?

Great. Tomorrow.

Pfizer, you're a nice kid.

You're starting to do well.

You sure you want to do this?

And a list of doctors,

and someone who I can contact at NIH.

Thank you, Stan.

Sure.

See this green area here?

I'm sorry.

Tell me, anybody

You okay?

Take the Z-Pak. Okay?

Jesus!

Do you really give a damn for me?

I'm sorry, Mr. Randall.

That credit card is declined.

About a thing that's bothering me

The benefits of chelation,

every toxic metal is removed.

I was a rambling pony

We've achieved complete remission

in patients with

advanced metastatic cancer,

MS...

F***!

...Parkinson's, lupus.

This therapy changes people's lives.

He forgot "world peace. "

Are you saying to me

that we flew 2,000 miles,

on our own nickel, so you can tell me

that our appointment's been postponed?

For two weeks?

I'd like to talk to Dr. Rosenblum, okay?

Do I look like I care?

I don't give a sh*t where he is!

I don't understand...

Get the head of the hospital on the phone.

We've arranged our entire schedule

around that,

and then you come and you tell me...

No, you don't understand. Okay?

We waited two weeks...

I would like to talk

to the head of the hospital about it.

Hey.

Hey.

- I am so fed up with those people.

- I want to go home.

Okay, look, we can do the test,

and then go home, okay?

Randall.

There's just all this red tape

and all this new protocol...

Don't try to sell me! Please! Okay?

I'm not going to get better.

- That's bullshit.

- This is bullshit. I'm tired and I'm bored.

What are you bored of?

Parkinson's isn't my life!

I have Parkinson's.

Why can't I just live my life

instead of becoming this project?

Do you know that

what's ahead of me is bad enough?

- Don't you want to get...

- No!

You want. This has become

way too important to you.

What are you talking about?

Don't you want to get better?

Yes! Desperately! It's not going to happen.

All right? News flash, there's no cure.

Apparently you need to know

that I'll get better in order to love me.

That's insane.

You need to get your stuff

out of my apartment.

What the hell?

You're on the fast track, Randall.

Chicago, then management.

Next stop, CEO.

You can't do that

with a sick person holding you back.

I can do anything I want.

I know.

You're a good man.

In fact, you're a wonderful man.

Much better

than you give yourself credit for.

Nobody wants to be

the one who runs away.

- I'm not running away.

- It's not your choice.

Let's just go home.

We can even make love.

And then you have to leave.

This is so stupid.

Stop.

We don't have to do this.

Good-bye.

Hi. You have reached M. Murdock.

If I'm not picking up, it's probably

because I don't want to talk to you.

This is actually sad.

Are you trying to get it

in the actual garbage,

or just around it, to piss it off?

Stan! What's up?

What's f***ing up is your friend,

Lisa-Cassie, whatever her name is,

is having a pajama party

at some rich guy's house this evening.

Pajama party?

What's a pajama party?

Is that, like, girls wearing pajamas?

Getting naked?

I thought maybe you might bring by

a little vitamin V, some little men in blue.

Stan, I'd love to. I don't think I can.

I'm feeling a little...

What are you doing?

Yes, Stan, it's me, Jamie.

I'll totally be there. See you later. Bye.

Hey, you and I are going to a pajama party.

So, you should get ready,

'cause I'm in pajamas.

I'm having second thoughts, Jamie.

I haven't been to a pajama party

since 4th grade.

What if people start

taking their clothes off?

Oh, my God! I didn't want

to come here in the first place.

You're the one who wanted to come.

Will people have to see me naked?

I can't even pee in front of other people.

You have a beautiful body.

I don't know how many times I have

to tell you, you have a beautiful body.

It's actually very upsetting

when you say that.

Well, look who's here!

How working class. Love it.

Come in.

How the f*** am I supposed to do

good medicine on 50 patients a day?

Plus rounds.

And phone calls every day with family...

F***ing idiots,

telling you, "No, you're wrong,"

because they looked it up on the Internet.

I fight over billing,

I fight over prescription coverage.

The insurance companies

are dedicated to not paying you.

And the big law firms, man,

they're just waiting.

They're just betting you're going to

make that one big mistake.

This profession for me,

it was a higher calling.

You know? Make people's lives better.

And look at me.

Here they are, for Christ's sake.

Randall, get up from the floor!

Come with me.

Come with me. Come on! Come on!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you all right?

Go forth, my son. Be fruitful and multiply.

The thing about the software business

is it's very, very volatile.

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