Two Weeks Page #3

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but I'm afraid

she's pretty sick.

Is she going to die?

What do you know

about dying, sweetie?

Hanna had a fish that died,

but it got better.

I see.

Well, Grandma's

not feeling well,

but I know that she's gonna be

very, very happy

to see you guys. Okay?

Come in.

Grandma!

Grandma! Hi!

Hey, hi.

Come on up here. Come on.

Oh, my goodness, that was...

Oh, did you

make these for me?

Yeah.

Thank you so much!

Hey, Ben, did you

ride on an airplane?

BEN:
No.

You didn't?

We came to see you

'cause you're sick.

Oh, I'm so glad you did.

Thank you.

Do you have any toys for us?

Sarah, that's not nice.

It's just fine.

I do happen to have

something for you.

Dad, in the top drawer

over there.

Something for Sarah

and something for Ben.

Let me see. Okay.

This is for you.

Oh, it's a shark.

And for Sarah I have a kitty.

What do you say?

Thank you, Grandma.

Oh, you're...

Thank you.

You're so welcome.

Give me a hug.

Oh, I love you guys.

Hey, guys, why don't you

go show Mommy your toys,

and then Grandma

can rest a little bit

Bye.

Bye, Grandma.

I got lipstick on you.

Bye, honey.

See you later, okay?

See you later.

Okay.

See you. Bye.

Goodbye.

See you.

See you.

Do you still want to go

to the beach today?

You sure? 'Cause maybe

we should go tomorrow.

Today.

Today.

Who is that woman?

With Barry?

Yeah.

KEITH:

That's Suzanne, his wife.

She flew in with the kids

last night, remember?

Don't be smart.

I just can't see too well,

that's all.

How you doing?

Ready to go home?

How long have we been here?

Forty-five minutes.

Not yet.

You sure?

You look tired.

You paid $10 for parking.

I want you to get

your money's worth.

I'm good for

the 10 bucks, Mom.

Don't start, Keith.

Okay.

You don't get weather

like this every day.

That looks good.

It's no Motel 6, but...

We said you could stay here.

Right. On the floor?

Thank you.

Give me a break.

I can't believe

you're whining...

I'm sorry but what kind

of break did you give me

when I was in the hospital?

Did any of you

call or write?

You had your

adenoids out.

You were there

for three hours.

You know, it is so obvious

that I am not welcome

in this family.

Not one of you

cares about anything...

That explains why

you're rifling through

the jewelry box

so you can buy someone

who gives a sh*t about you.

I actually think of it

more as payment

for being forced to

hang out with you people.

I just came here

to help Matthew.

What's with

the "you people" thing?

Are we a cult now?

MATTHEW:

She's just here to help.

Why is it always

about Katrina anyway?

What about Miss Perfect?

Emily's a mess.

Yes, I know.

Her mother's dying.

Oh, wait, mine is, too!

Look, maybe if

Katrina just gave her

a little space,

just took the night off...

You guys don't even try.

You don't even

reach out to her.

You know,

she has feelings, too.

Yeah, but if

she's here to help,

why should we

be reaching out?

I'm sorry, isn't she

part of the family?

It's her mother-in-law.

Look, I'm not trying

to tell you what to do.

Matthew, I'm not.

You know,

I've never seen you cry.

Oh, please, not again.

I cry.

When?

I cried at our wedding.

I sniff a little

at really sad commercials.

What, is there some amount

that I'm supposed to cry?

No. I just think

it's perfectly normal,

with your mother dying,

I mean...

I'm fine. Sherry, really.

Honestly, I'm fine.

I just...

I'm playing it as it goes.

You're not gonna give me

the Zen speech, are you?

Well, not unless

you make me.

I just think tomorrow,

you know,

when I leave, you're gonna

bottle this all up.

As soon as I cry,

I'll email you

the digital photos.

Come on. We have DSL.

Mmm-hmm.

Rice?

No, thank you. I have...

Good.

I want a sparerib.

Mom, you can't eat.

You'll get sick again.

It's got nowhere to go.

Do you want to sit

and spit, Mom?

What?

Gilda used to do it.

Carol told us.

When she, um...

When she couldn't eat,

she would chew the food

but not swallow.

Yeah. Sit and spit.

Let me sit and spit.

Okay.

Can I have a bowl,

please?

And the spareribs?

God.

I love spareribs.

I love Kung Pao chicken!

Matthew, that's enough.

Your eyes are bigger

than your stomach.

Mom, I'm 27 years old.

I think I can figure out

how much food I can eat.

ANITA:
Bullshit!

No son of mine

could possibly be

27 years old.

He's older.

Well, that's true.

I am, too.

Sorry, Mom.

And you married

an old guy, too.

Oh, God.

You are all so worthless.

Oh, boy.

You can't say that.

You can't say that.

Why not?

Are you okay?

Shut it down.

The TV?

The IV.

But without the nutrients

you'll just...

Oh, Mom.

I asked Carol.

She said it would

make things go quicker.

Shut it down.

No one should

have to go through...

Mom?

Good night, Mom.

Well, actually,

we always planned

to stop at three.

KEITH:
What happened?

Ah. Um...

As I recall,

it was a great

big bottle of Mateus,

which is a pink

kind of rose wine.

Your father got

a great big bottle

for Christmas one year.

He would make a candleholder

out of the bottle afterward.

Wait, wait, so,

Matthew was

an accident?

You make it sound so tragic.

Cancer is an accident.

Matthew was a blessing.

Matthew, I love you.

You sent us to

the circus with Julia

the day he was born.

When we came home,

you were there

with a new baby.

And you were always

so scared of clowns

after that.

Oh, yeah.

EMILY:
A little help here!

Let's go.

What are we doing?

The photographers

from House Beautiful

are here,

and we want the place

to look nice.

Right.

Hey, Katrina, can you take

that pile of sheets

to the laundry?

You know, I can't do anything

until I've had my coffee.

Okay.

Matthew. Hi, Matthew.

Hey, Mama.

Hey.

Good morning.

Dad?

Hi, Dad.

I try not to be,

but I am, sort of.

Who are you talking to, Mom?

ANITA:
Shh. Don't interrupt.

My dad's talking to me.

"It is common for the dying

to converse with loved ones

that have already died.

"Be calm and reassuring,

and listen carefully."

Where is Grandpa, Mom?

He's there.

He's there.

Is there a window

open in here?

No.

ANITA:
I will try.

I love you, too.

I love you, too. I will.

I will.

Come on, let's lie down.

No one's gonna believe this.

KATRINA:
Matthew, honey,

nobody made coffee.

Will you help me?

Or that.

So we'll take two-hour

shifts at night, okay?

All right.

Here's the schedule.

Jim. Em.

And there are some holes

in the schedule

because I didn't know

if you could do them.

Yeah, I'll do my share.

BARRY:
So,

Suzanne and the kids

are leaving tomorrow.

I'm thinking

I might go with them.

What?

Well, I don't know

how long this is

gonna take,

so I thought maybe

I'll work a couple days,

then I'll come back.

Wait, you're kidding,

right?

Look, Keith,

I've got responsibilities,

all right?

I was fine with a few days,

maybe a week even,

but I don't know

how long this is

gonna take, so...

Yeah, well, there is

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