The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected) Page #11

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What's that, blood? Who's bleeding?

- I don't see it.

- Your hand.

Oh, yeah!

- Your face!

- Yeah?

Yeah!

- That felt great.

- I don't know why we don't do that more.

- Probably in the...

- Pam!

- It's her!

- Oh, Pam!

So last night his blood pressure was 173,

but they gave him hydralazine.

- And an extra dose of lopressor.

- We got it down to 155.

- Oh, good.

- Oh, that sounds okay?

- Yeah, he's also on Keppra and morphine.

- It's in our notes.

- He has sepsis, Pam.

- Oh, no.

- Yeah. That was after the coma.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Drug induced, phenobarbital.

- Pento, actually.

- I thought it was phenobarbital.

What does it matter? We don't know

what either of them are anyway.

Okay. Well, I'll make sure

to look in on him.

It's so good to see you.

Please, come back to our unit.

- Are you bleeding?

- Yes.

Yeah. Hey.

I am too, Pam.

How's Dr. soni? Still on vacation?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Oh, okay.

- Say hi. That was nice.

- She's awesome.

I'll be back in two weekends, okay?

I love you.

[Sobbing]

I forgive you.

- Forgive me.

- Come on!

- We should be getting on, too.

- No!

Could you stay at least ten

or fifteen minutes more, you think?

- Is that Harold's brothers?

- His sons, Danny and Matthew.

You look just like him.

- Are you bleeding?

- Come on.

- What's going on?

- Let's go tell Jean.

- Just run! Run!

- Why are we running?

Smashed it.

- What?

- Look!

- He has dementia.

- We thought you'd be happy!

Why would I be happy about this?

You smashed a sick old man's car.

- He has dementia?

- Yeah.

- Let's get you a bandage.

- I don't want a bandage.

- I want to let it bleed. Let's go to bard!

- He has dementia.

Well, he didn't have dementia

when he molested Jean.

- He didn't molest me.

- But let's not minimize it, Jean.

What he did was shitty and damaging,

and, I don't know,

the same a**hole's in there somewhere,

right? Beneath the dementia.

I'm glad you guys feel better.

Unfortunately, I'm still f***ed up.

You want to take a swing?

I could smash every car

in this parking lot

and burn the hospital down

and it wouldn't un-f*** me up.

You guys will never understand

what it's like to be me in this family.

Let's go to bard.

This toast is really stressing me out.

Jean, you sure

you don't want to say anything?

- F*** no.

- Okay.

I've had these for a while,

but I think they're still good. Want one?

- What'll they do to me?

- Either bring you up or down.

Hopefully down, I guess.

Someone took a bite already.

That was me.

I had a crumb when I last saw dad.

Okay. What did it do to you then?

Just made me annoyed at dad.

I don't know.

[Danny] what about Marcus?

They broke up.

How do you know that?

This woman keeps smiling at me.

I'm getting a real energy from her.

- She's walking over here.

- I look okay?

Yeah, you look handsome.

Are you Harold meyerowitz's son Matthew?

Yes, and this is Danny,

also Harold meyerowitz's son.

I just wanted to say

your father was a huge influence on me.

He was a great teacher. He found a way

to make everything sound interesting.

Oh.

I met my husband, Gary, in his class.

It was important for us to be here

when we heard he was sick.

He spoke about you a lot.

He was very proud of you.

- I didn't realize he had two sons.

- And a daughter.

- Is that Matt and Danny?

- L.J.!

Hey.

I was in Madrid when I heard.

I am so damn heartbroken

to hear about the old man.

- Thanks, l.J.

- Yeah.

How's he doing? Where is he?

I'm coming to visit.

He's kind of in a coma right now

in pittsfield.

I don't give a sh*t. Let's go tonight.

And he has sepsis.

The f***ing hospital, it'll kill you.

We got to get him out.

He'd love if you came,

even if he'll have no idea.

- We'll take pictures.

- We'll take pictures!

Where's Loretta?

Her daughter got chicken pox,

she had to stay in town.

She was very disappointed.

- That's too bad.

- I never got chicken pox.

You should call her, Dan.

I know she'd like to see you.

- I'm going to.

- And you'd like her boyfriend, too.

He's a good man, a screenwriter.

- Congratulations on the show.

- You saw it?

I should've never left

that opening at moma.

It was just dad... I felt obligated.

[Matthew] you thought

you were doing right.

You would've stayed.

I probably would've, yeah,

but I would've felt bad about it.

But it's a good lesson.

Dad can take care of himself.

You have to take care of yourself.

No, he can't, Matt.

That's why he's where he is now.

I should've been able to tell

something was wrong.

I just thought he was getting old.

Sh*t, I yelled at him.

The guy was suffering

and I screamed at him on the street.

There's no catharsis in shouting

at an old person who's dying.

- Do you think he's going to die?

- [Eliza] Hey, dad!

I want you to meet someone.

- This is Robin.

- Nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- Hey, I'm Matt.

- Hi. Eliza speaks very highly of you.

- Oh, okay.

- You speak highly of me?

- You know what he means.

Eliza, you've had two wines already.

- Don't have a beer, too.

- I can handle it.

Eliza, it's not good to mix wine and beer.

You'll feel cruddy tomorrow,

I'm telling you.

- I've done it before, dad.

- Maybe she's right.

Maybe she has a constitution

that can handle the grape and the grain.

[Danny] please, just stay out of it.

Matt's right. I have the fortitude for it.

I'm telling you, you'll feel like crap.

What the f***, man!

What does it matter

if she drinks wine and beer?

Stop interfering with my parenting, Matt!

She's 18! What parenting do you need

to do here? She's just a person now.

This is something I do,

and I'm quite good at it, okay?

She and I have a very good relationship

when you're not around,

so stop ganging up on me!

Sorry.

You know, I've enjoyed

hanging out recently.

Yeah, me, too.

You know, I wanted to apologize

for a long time.

For what?

I'm pissed at myself because

when dad kicked me out of the house

and I moved back in with my mom,

you really made an effort to hang out,

and I kind of blew you off.

I feel like I f***ed that up.

I think it's really my fault

we're not close.

It's hard to be around dad.

And your mom at that time, they were both

so critical, and I was just failing.

- We should go in for our toasts.

- Are you disappointed in me?

What? No!

I know dad is, but I thought maybe

also you were critical of me

- for quitting piano and...

- No.

You were my big brother.

I looked up to you.

- I quit because it was my protest, okay?

- Okay, like mcenroe.

Also because...

It was like walking barefoot

through broken glass to get a milkshake.

I love the milkshake,

but, you know, my feet were bleeding.

- I can understand that.

- Can you?

Because my feeling about you is you can't.

It's not your fault.

But, like dad, you make me feel

really bad about myself.

I'm sorry.

- I said it's not your fault.

- Let's go.

- Can I ask you something?

- What?

A few years ago when Karen and I

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