Two Weeks Page #6
the end of problem.
What if there had been
a fire?
Oh, my God.
How did I raise
such a bunch of wusses?
You guys, you grew up
without seatbelts,
breathing secondhand smoke.
I spanked you
a couple of times.
Yes, I think I even had
an occasional glass of wine
when I was pregnant,
and you all turned out fine.
Except, of course,
for the psychological damage.
Let me give you
don't judge us too much.
We didn't do it all wrong.
We did the best we could.
And so will you.
That's all there is.
Don't overthink it.
Not me.
Especially you.
You read the book?
No.
None of them?
Nope.
So you're not dealing
with this at all?
Don't "big sister" me.
Why not? I'm your big sister.
I'll deal with it
my own way.
Katrina and I talk.
Uh-huh.
Leave it alone, Em.
There's no food in this house
invented after 1967.
You left your cell phone.
Yeah.
Don't you think
Do you want to find out
your mother died
in the cereal aisle
of Sir Buy A Lot?
Nope.
Wait a minute. Excuse me.
Well, do you have
a Sir Buy A Lot club card?
No.
Then I'm afraid
it's not on sale.
But the sign on the shelf
said that it was just on sale.
Well, that's
club members only.
Fine, so, um,
how do I join
the Sir Buy A Lot club?
I hear it's very
tough to get in.
Well, that's right.
Look, the woman next to you
for somebody.
Well, that's against
store policy.
I'm seeing a no-win here.
I'm having
a bad week, okay?
And my mother
brought me up to believe
that there is, uh,
if we all just
try hard enough.
So tell me, please, please,
who do I have to f***
to get the Sir Buy
A Lot club price
on my orange juice?
of a grocery store.
You get used to it.
KEITH:
And any more?What?
Regrets.
Yes.
Regrets?
I regret that
I won't be around
to torture you like this
when you're old and sick.
Hey, hey.
So, how do you feel
about your mother dying?
Come on, Mom.
I'm waiting.
Fine. I'm thrilled.
This is a growth experience
second to none,
I get to go through it.
are you?
This video's not about me.
Bowel obstruction's gone.
Mom, um, took a sh*t.
Great. Let's wake her up
and feed her breakfast.
No, it's not like that.
Look. No, babe,
I know you don't
get along with them, but...
They respect me.
They just don't always...
No, they do listen to me.
It's just not a good time
to bring sh*t up, okay?
Mom's...
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm scared.
I just wish you were here.
Her heart rate,
pulse and breathing
are steady and strong.
But she hasn't eaten
anything in three weeks.
Yeah.
She's been off
of IV for days.
She had a lot of swelling
from the disease and
steroids she was on.
Swelling is just
water collecting
in the tissues.
Maybe that has something
to do with it.
So...
So she's like a camel,
living off her hump.
Could be.
What if she's
getting better?
Keith.
Seriously.
You know, maybe starvation
is some kind of cure
for cancer.
Keith.
No. What if...
What if it's the morphine
and the starvation
that are killing her?
What if we're doing
the wrong thing?
Come with me.
What if we're doing
the wrong thing?
No. Come on.
Look.
That's cancer.
She's got so much in her,
it's coming out.
You fix one
bowel obstruction,
another one grows.
I didn't know.
You can't do anything.
We tried it all before.
We're doing what
she wants, okay?
So, anyway,
I have started to prepare
a list of things
that I want you to do
in your lifetime,
things that I won't be here
to make sure you do.
You know, kind of a model
of how to live.
A mother can't be too careful.
So, this is yours.
I've made some
for each of you.
I've just begun, too.
It's gonna get bigger.
Much bigger.
MATTHEW:
Why would we play this?
EMILY:
It's one ofher favorites!
MATTHEW:
Over my dead body.I can't even stand listening
to it right now.
Is this Neil Diamond?
Tony Orlando and Dawn, 1973.
I'll handle this.
I mean, it's just,
you don't play
something like this
at a memorial service.
Sometimes you do.
Some...
This is our mom's
memorial service
and you want...
What are you
kids doing?
He doesn't want me
to put this on the tape
for the memorial service.
And she loves this song.
Well, she loves
the Oscar Mayer
wiener song, too.
Do you wanna put that
on the memorial tape?
Would you like
one man's opinion?
Absolutely.
Not really.
Why don't we save it
for your funeral?
EMILY:
You can't respectan original for what it is,
but if somebody like U2
decided to remake it,
suddenly it would
seem brilliant.
MATTHEW:
I must've missedwhen they announced that
on their Web site.
Punch out.
I'm okay
for a couple of hours.
Nah, it's cool. I'm up.
Well, maybe you should
wake me at 3:
00 then.Barry's turn.
Okay.
Did you give her morphine?
Oh, sh*t!
It's been 10 minutes.
I must be really tired.
Oh, God.
We killed her.
What do we do?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Oh, Mom.
I always thought
that meant it was going to be.
Like on an airplane,
if I could picture
getting up on the other side,
then I knew I would be safe.
I can...
I can picture
the rest of my life,
how I will be at 70 and 80
and 90, like Nana.
Then why don't
I get to live it?
I wanna see
how it turns out, damn it.
I can't stand not seeing
my grandchildren grow up.
I haven't been bad.
Not really.
I deserve to see
how it turns out, don't I?
To Mom.
To Mom.
I've got to make a call.
Um, Carol? What...
No. No way.
I give you the letter.
The letter.
The letter.
"Dear Keith, Barry,
Matthew, Emily,
"I have never made a secret
of my love for you
"or how important
you are to me,
"but maybe I've never
come right out
and said, 'Thank you.'
"Thank you for turning out
to be such fantastic people.
"Thank you for
putting up with me
"even though I upset
even I can't explain.
"And thank you
in all the best ways
"that kids can be there
for their parents.
KEITH:
"I knowyou'll be sad now,
"because, after all,
I am your mother,
"but we've had a lot of fun
and good times
"and that's how I'd like
to be remembered.
"Use your own judgment
about the memorial service.
I like it small,
"but it seems to be
more your decision
I love you.
"On the next page,
I've divided up
"all the important items
that can't be shared.
"I trust you to share
the rest equally.
"Much love.
"I'll always be with you.
"Mom."
All those days
when you lay here
unconscious,
I felt like when
I was talking to you,
it was like
you were really there.
And now...
Now, I don't feel...
I don't feel...
I don't...
Uh...
Goodbye, Mom.
It's normal out,
isn't it?
Yeah.
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