Two Weeks Page #4

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that life-or-death

PowerPoint presentation.

I don't know

what I was thinking

telling you,

but I'm pretty sure

I was not asking

permission.

Don't you f***ing

judge me.

Katrina, are you leaving?

Yeah, the hospital

needs me. So...

Aren't you in

human resources?

Yeah.

I just wish I could be here

to help nurse poor Anita.

We all do.

You ready?

Yeah.

Bye.

Bye.

Take care.

Yeah, you, too.

EMILY:
Mom, Carol's here.

And I brought oxygen

and a catheter.

No. No.

Emily said walking

was becoming

more difficult for you.

It is.

Mom, you're not

throwing up anymore.

The only reason

to get out of bed

is to pee.

We thought it'd be

easier for you if you

just stayed in bed.

Okay?

Okay.

Never thought

I'd be sentimental about

the last time I peed.

She okay?

Uh, yeah, I guess.

She's just been sleeping.

ANITA:
Barry? Barry,

where are you?

I'm here, Mom.

Who are you?

It's me, Mom. It's Keith.

You rest, okay?

You know what?

What?

Leave the Nintendo.

Sorry.

KEITH:
Who's your

favorite child?

I don't have one.

Barry.

No.

Come on, admit it.

Look, I have spent the last

30-some odd years

trying not to play favorites.

And failing.

Come on, admit it.

No, I...

Well, Barry is

the responsible one.

Do you remember

that trip we took

to the Adirondacks,

when Smokey the dog

was so scared of thunder

he sh*t all over my car?

And who was

the only one to ride

with your dad

when I took his car?

Barry.

Barry.

Yes. You see?

And I loved him for that.

He's been like that

his whole life.

He's just always there

for whoever needs him.

But is he my favorite?

Well, I...

I love you all equally,

but it's impossible

to love you all the same.

All right.

I'll be back

in a couple of days.

No kiss goodbye for me?

You know what?

I'd stay if I could.

I'll be back

in a couple of days.

Yeah, sure.

This isn't that

important, anyway.

Blow me. All right?

You're both freelance.

I'm the only one

with a real job.

Look, Barry,

whatever you need to do.

You can blow me, too.

I'll call you from

San Francisco tonight.

What?

Nothing.

It's your call.

I'm doing the best

I can here.

JESSICA:
Daddy?

BARRY:
Yes, honey.

What does "blow me" mean?

It means see you soon.

Oh.

Listen,

what time is the HP

meeting tomorrow?

What do you mean

it's canceled?

Who canceled it?

What do you mean I did?

Did what?

What?

Listen, you cannot

cancel my meetings

without even...

Are you...

Well, who's gonna cover...

They are?

Hang on. No, not you.

So what you're saying is...

You're my assistant.

You can't fire me.

What do you mean,

"It's real life"?

Yeah.

Yeah. I guess.

Yeah, hold.

Will you be mad

if I don't come home

right now?

Of course not.

Because, I mean,

this is just work.

The other thing's real life.

Yeah, I know.

What? No.

Yes, we're done.

Yes.

Well?

Yeah, I'm gonna stay.

You guys go on ahead.

I'll call later.

Okay.

You're doing

the right thing.

You're awesome.

Okay. Come on, guys.

Go with Mommy.

It's time to go.

Where's Mommy going?

Bye, Savannah.

Mommy...

JESSICA:
Hey, Daddy.

Blow me!

Excuse me. Yeah,

I need to get my bag back.

I'm sorry, sir.

Your bag has been checked.

That's it right there,

you can just grab it.

Sorry.

Oh, come on.

Security.

GUARD:
Hold it

right there, sir!

Oh.

Put the bag slowly down.

Put your arms in the air.

But this is my bag.

I'm not trying to

sneak it onto a plane.

I'm trying to take it home.

WOMAN ON PA:

Welcome to Wilmington

International Airport.

For your security,

do not leave bags unattended.

Hey, Em.

Why don't you go

take a break?

You know,

walk around the block

or something?

I can't.

Yeah, you can.

Just take my cell phone.

Matt and I will be here,

and we can keep

an eye on things.

No, I promised her.

I said I'd be here.

Well, this could take days.

You can't just

stay in the house.

I promised.

Well, I promised

I'd take the couch.

Oh, my God.

Does Sherry know?

No, but what I was

trying to say was that...

Well, where are you

gonna put it?

It doesn't go

with anything you own.

Yeah, enough about the couch.

My point was that...

Even I wouldn't promise

to take that couch. Yuck.

Even if you recovered it,

it's still a big

piece of sh*t.

Okay, the couch is gross.

We know the couch is gross.

What I was trying

to say was that...

My point was that we all,

you know, promise things

to dying people

in moments of weakness.

And... Well,

just take a break.

She'll be fine

for 45 minutes.

I can't. I promised.

JIM:
Hello?

It's a mother-daughter thing,

I guess.

Okay. I guess.

It's Barry.

How are you gonna

get it to California?

Now, a $5,000 bail

seems pretty fair to me.

You did try to steal

your own suitcase.

F***ing crackers.

Actually, I'm kind of glad

that you can't leave

the state.

Blow me.

Attaboy.

Patients on a high dose

of morphine

develop tolerance,

and the pain

can be intense.

So, I'm increasing her dosage

to eight milliliters

and the frequency

to five-minute intervals.

Anita.

If you can't press

the button,

we can press it

for you, okay?

Mom?

Mom, what do you need?

Do you want

more morphine, Anita?

KEITH:
Morphine, Mom?

Maybe something's wrong

with the pillow.

I don't know, Mom.

I don't know

what you need.

Hug her.

What?

Hug her.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

I'll sit with you, okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Jim?

What?

What are you doing?

What am I

supposed to do, hmm?

You people,

you're like locusts.

You come into my house,

and you just take over.

It's just, she's our mother.

You know?

She's my wife.

I mean, we've been together

for 13 years.

I didn't know.

You didn't know

that it'd been that long?

You didn't know

that I loved your mother?

Or you didn't even know

that I was here, hmm?

Just go downstairs,

all right?

I'll be fine tomorrow.

Hey.

Anything?

She was moaning a little.

So I've been

hitting the morphine

every 10 minutes or so.

She didn't wake up?

No, that was it today.

She stayed

for the grandkids,

but that was it.

You think?

Yeah.

We bought these because

they're indestructible.

They're gonna be worth

something someday.

They're real wood.

I know you kids don't like

some of these things,

but they're important.

They've been in the family

for years.

You can sell some of them

if you want to,

but you cannot give them away.

They're much too valuable.

KEITH:
You mean

like the couch?

Oh.

You are gonna

thank me one day

for making you

take that couch.

You just wait.

Yeah, sure.

It's Yom Kippur Friday.

So?

It's the Day of Atonement.

Well, since we're

only half Jewish,

I like to think of it

as the Morning of Atonement.

I take the afternoon off.

This is like the Christmas

of Jewish holidays.

I'm thinking we should

get a rabbi in

to come visit Mom.

Mom?

Yeah.

Our mom?

I'm just...

It's something

I'm thinking about,

that's all.

Hello, dear.

Hi.

You must be Keith.

Yeah.

I am your mother's friend,

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