Simon Page #6

- "Selfish" is different. He's her father.

- And he'll do what he wanted to avoid!

And it'll get a lot worse.

Quiet... or he'll wake up.

Not with half a pharmacy

down his throat.

- But it's his choice in the end.

- No, it's not.

If you say so, he won't do it.

You know that.

You want him to be a vegetable

at the end?

Yeah, go on and cry.

Am I really such a stupid b*tch?

I'm the stupid b*tch.

I forgot to get the coffee.

You're anything but a stupid b*tch.

One more thing.

Is there some drug...

...that would make things

a little easier for him?

- Prednisone isn't working, is it?

- No.

That's a pity. It works for 99%.

What about spliffs?

Normal, I guess. Nothing extreme.

A few joints can help at this stage.

- He doesn't need a prescription.

- No.

It's a bummer.

People see you half alive.

So embarrassing.

Hey, Simon?

What's up, doll?

Something is bothering me.

The fact that the decision

about the euthanasia...

...that you have more or less

left it to Joy...

I don't think that's right.

She made it clear that she couldn't

handle the injection. So, no shot.

But I think that would be even

harder on her.

She feels like she has your fate

in her hands.

I'm going to die anyway, right?

I'm a walking tumor.

We all die one day...

What if she suddenly says

"Go on, do it"?

She'd blame herself if you went earlier

than if she had stuck to her decision.

And if she continues to oppose it...

...she'll feel guilty as you suffer.

It should always remain your choice.

Even if you decide not to do it.

If it were my choice,

I'd go through with it.

But it is your choice!

Yours and yours alone...

...in fact.

Friday won't do! Half my

mother's side will be at Shabbat!

No! Thursday evening is sh*t.

Everyone has to work next day.

Thursday. Has to be.

Fine. Have it your own way.

Go get dolled up!

It's set for the 25th, Simon. Thursday.

Ok. So I'll keep the tenth. May 10.

We talked about it all morning.

- You're absolutely sure.

- Absolutely.

Does Joy know?

She went to Appelscha with her guy.

I'll tell her tonight.

I'm not looking forward to it.

She's a grown woman, Simon.

You forget that.

Bruce, you're driving the parrot crazy!

I'll tug your ear off!

You don't listen, so don't need it.

Something completely different.

As you know, we're getting married.

And I wanted to ask you

if you'd be my witness...

Witness?

Like:
"It was them, your honor.

I saw them behind the bushes.

"Committing unnatural acts.

"Lock 'em up!"

Something like that.

And then you sign your name and then...

Would you?

- He's really touched. See that?

- Well, "touched"?

I'm honored. I am.

You are?

How lovely, Simon.

Yeah, it is.

Christ. We're closed, alright?

I think it's Joy.

What are you doing?

It's over a month away, Edith Bunker.

Just making a general list.

- I'm going to bed.

- Sweet dreams.

You guys going to bed?

Technically, yes.

But I can always change my plans.

- The twenty-fifth?

- Yes.

We'll go find you a nice suit.

I want something vulgar.

A suit that says "Here I am!"

No, you need a subtle suit.

But with a loud tie.

I have to educate you a bit.

I'm going to fashion school.

Don't need exit exams for that.

Forget graduation.

I wouldn't pass anyway.

How was your talk with Simon?

Long.

But I can't talk about it now.

We'll just watch some TV, okay?

We can talk about

your wedding party.

Yes.

You in a dress.

That would be funny?

It's stupid.

Stupid? Me in a dress? Great idea.

I've worn one.

Bram was in shock.

I'd borrowed a Chanel from a friend.

All made up like a woman.

I came home at four a.m.

You should've seen Bram's face!

I didn't make it to the toilet.

So embarrassing.

We'll clean it up, don't worry.

- No reason to be ashamed.

- Go f*** yourself.

Don't you clean up your own puke?

Leave me alone.

A day before your party, too.

I'm losing it here.

You'll be there, buddy.

One way or another.

Or we'll have a satellite link

and a big screen.

I'd zap to another channel...

Just a little slip, man.

Simon, do you usually take

50 or 100 mg?

The box is over there.

Yes, it's 100. Should he take it

more often or increase the dosage?

This is my last night

in the house where I was raised

my girlhood went so quickly

still have to get used to "Mrs"

everything will be different soon

"goodbye" is a bit painful

I know it when I shut my eyes

tomorrow I'll be the bride

the time flies by

a bird leaves the nest

tomorrow I'll be the bride

it'll be a sleepless night

in the house where I was raised

Daddy thank you

you're a love

I had a great childhood

mother sweet

you gaze at me and laugh

but I still see a tear

I'm still your child

it doesn't change

I'll be the bride

...A**hole!

A monkey with a golden ring

will always be an ugly thing.

It's just so perfect.

You people are always good at that.

Always? This is my first wedding.

You know what I mean.

- Hey.

- Hey, Simon.

- How are we doing?

- Oh, man, it's such a rush.

I'm heading out soon.

I feel a bit droopy now and then.

I think it's fantastic that you came.

Truly.

Joy is really fond of you.

Yeah?

Well... that's nice to hear.

I've been thinking about it for a while...

As you may know...

But it would be fantastic if you...

if you guys could sort of

half-adopt the kids or something...

Half-adopt?

Or completely...

You're married now, so you can.

The girl's grown up,

but the boy...

I don't know if you and Bram want to...

but the kids would love it.

- Camiel, we're leaving...

- Thanks darling.

Christ, Simon. A bolt from the blue.

It's also a strange moment, of course.

I've got another present for you.

I saw that coming.

I didn't. At least not as a real option.

My first instinct is: Do it.

But you have to think about it,

200 times over.

First instincts are closest

to your feelings.

- You know what it involves?

- Yes. All kinds of things.

All kinds of things... and more.

"We had kids right

after our wedding."

- Think it over a little longer.

- But not too long.

Hi.

Hey...

Hey, Patch Adams.

How's the honeymoon?

Spare the details.

We've been in it for years now.

You're quiet, old man.

No more than usual.

It's just that when I came in,

I suddenly thought...

That I was dying?

No way.

Every night's a dress rehearsal.

I lie on my back and

put on a terminal grin.

Little Cohen comes and

lies next to me.

Top of the world.

The future doesn't exist.

Sometimes we're happier

than we ever were.

Now is what matters.

We're too focused on past and future

when now's all that counts.

You thought that up yourself?

I can quote you, can't I?

Heavy, isn't it?

You can't do nothing about it.

If only you could.

I'll make coffee.

Simon spoke to me today about

the money. The inheritance.

A lot is as black as tar,

so you can't really put it on paper.

And the funeral will be expensive.

We found him a nice spot

in a graveyard by the River Amstel.

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