[bicycle bell dings]
[soft music plays]
[bicycle rattling]
[cars passing]
[bell ringing]
-[gasps] -[body thudding]
[footsteps plodding]
[news station theme]
Can you not clean up after yourself, Dad?
"Vat?"
"And deny you the pleasure to serve me, minion?"
Dad, this is so gross.
[sighs] So you know how I told you that the
downstairs tub is messed up and you don't wanna
do anything about it?
Well, now, every time I flush a toilet
or use the dishwasher, it starts to bubble up.
And it's not even the soapy stuff either.
It's like two inches of sludge in there.
I called four plumbers and only one of them picked up.
And it was this guy who's like, "Well, it's a holiday,
so, of course, no one's gonna come in."
But, for 500 dollars he would actually take a look at it.
I thought you had the pipes flushed way back, Dad.
Dad?
Pipes fixed, yes?
Dad.
Dad?
[news chattering]
Papa?
Oh God.
Oh God, Dad. [sobs]
No.
Dad. Oh God.
Dad, Dad.
-Hey! -[Mona screaming]
Donkey.
Can't a sick man sleep?
You call that sleeping?
Just lie down, for God sakes, like a normal person.
What's the matter with you?
You gave me a heart attack.
Ah, stupid--
[knock thudding]
Go. Answer that.
Yeah, I'm going.
I'm going.
Jesus.
Silly girl.
[sighs]
[woman in Punjabi] It's so cold outside.
[Mona in English] Yeah, I know.
[in English] You make the old lady wait.
[in Punjabi] What were you doing?
[in Punjabi] I kept calling you. Don’t you know how to answer the phone?
[in English] His appointment's at one.
You're late.
[in Punjabi] Sugar cane. Put this away.
[in Punjabi] This too.
[in Punjabi] God is Truth.
[in English] Merry Christmas.
-[in Punjabi] God is Truth. -[Mona in Punjabi] God is Truth.
[woman in Punjabi] I hope you got him ready!
[melancholy music plays]
[kisses smacking]
[both breathing heavily]
[man] Oh my God.
-Mona. -[Mona laughs]
Mona.
Oh my God.
Why do you always insist on wearing
some article of clothing when we make love?
Socks.
T-shirt.
What'd you say? When we make love?
What do you wanna call it?
I call it fucking. [giggles]
[man] Fucking.
Right?
-[blows raspberry] -[Mona laughs]
-[slaps smack] -[laughing]
-[breathing heavily] -Hey.
Hey, you're bleeding.
Bleeding.
I fell off my bike.
-Oh. -It's fine.
It's good, it looks worse than it is.
I'll go get you some peroxide.
It's fine.
-Bathroom. -Bathroom?
Fat man walkin'.
[Mona sighs]
It's, honestly, it's fine.
Not a lot of Bandaids.
But I found this.
-Ready? -[spray hisses]
Ow!
-Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. -Do you--
Oh, oh. Lookit.
-Hang on. -[phone vibrating]
-That hurts. -I know, I know.
Oh shit.
[phone vibrating]
I'm sorry. I gotta, hey.
I'm sorry, honey.
Fuck.
Hey.
I'm getting the headlight fixed.
Yes, I did.
I told you last night.
And then I'm going--
Yes, grocery shopping.
I have a list in my pocket.
Avocados?
They're not in season.
It's gonna be as hard as a rock.
But, fine, fine.
Okay, thanks.
See you soon.
Buh bye.
Um.
I guess I should go.
Yeah, I guess you should.
Berlin.
[Mona laughs]
We are going to Berlin.
We're gonna go to the Oktoberfest.
We're gonna drink as much beer as they're gonna give us.
We're gonna eat.
What are we gonna eat?
[Both] Seiner Schnitzel.
And then, we're gonna hit every sex club we can.
[groans] Those are so dirty.
-They're what? -They're so dirty.
They're what? Dirty?
-Dirty? -Are you kidding me?
-Germans are dirty. -Dirty?
They do everything.
Oh.
They are dirty.
[both laughing]
[soft music plays]
[kiss smacks]
You're unbelievable.
Thank you.
See you Wednesday.
[kiss smacks]
Bye, baby.
Bye.
♪ Maybe you could do some ♪ talkin' once instead ♪
♪ And I wish this road, ♪ it wasn't half as long ♪
♪ I wish this road, it ♪ wasn't half as long ♪
♪ If I could cut it down to size ♪
♪ Stop my mind from runnin' dry ♪
[Mona] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
-Stop cheating. -I'm not cheating. That's my card.
No, that's not your card. That's my card.
-Hm. -Oh, maybe that is your card.
That is my card.
That is yours.
[TV chatters indistinctly]
You know, these shows are simply enabling your
otherwise bleak situation.
One should know what's happening in the world.
Who knows what reality really is, Dad?
'Cause look at this.
I won.
Hey.
You should get married.
Become someone else's problem.
Yeah. And who would take care of you?
My Parminder would come back home.
Your eyes are red.
Look at me.
[scoffs] Dad.
When is the last time you drank water?
Aye.
[Mona] Doctor says cancer doesn't flush itself.
Here.
Have you called Amrik uncle yet?
No, because I'm not an accountant.
Han.
You're a writer who does not write.
No, they call me the next Kiran Desai
but more digestible.
[sighs]
[soft music plays]
I don't know how much longer I have.
I need to see my Parminder.
Manjit?
Huh?
Buy more canned milk.
[door creaks]
You're a good girl.
Oh, did you feel that?
-[Cameraman] Oh yeah. -Ah.
[ethereal roars]
[Cameraman gasps] What was that?
Did you see that?
[soft music plays]
♪ Harlem River, talk to me ♪
♪ Tell me what you think about ♪
♪ Harlem River, I'm in ♪ love, love, love, love ♪
♪ Harlem River, talk to me ♪
♪ Where we headed now ♪
♪ Harlem River, I'm in love, ♪ love, love, love, love ♪
♪ All because of you ♪
♪ In my pearl ♪
♪ In my diamond shoes ♪
♪ I climbed a cloud ♪
♪ Now I stole the moon ♪
♪ Harlem River ♪
♪ All because of you ♪
[Father] Manjit!
Manjit!
[beads rattling]
[Mona] What?
[sighs]
I, uh.
It's okay.
It's okay, Dad.
I'll change the sheets.
You go take a bath.
[water running]
[birds chirping]
[body thuds] [father shouts]
[gasps]
Papa?
Papa.
Papa?
Dad.
Why isn't he hooked up to any IVs or anything?
[Doctor] Your father signed a MOST form.
He made it clear that he wanted to allow
for a natural death.
Were you not aware?
[Mona] Yes, yeah.
He signed it.
He didn't understand what he was doing. [sighs]
[Doctor] We're not legally allowed to resuscitate him.
[Mona] Well, I am his caretaker and his daughter,
so I am telling you to.
[Doctor] Gurpreet is a 74 year old man with cancer
and this stroke has affected his brain.
All we can do is keep him comfortable.
[Mona] When can I take him home?
[Doctor] Your father's in a coma.
I would encourage you to call your family.
How do you know he won't survive?
[Doctor] Call your family, Ms. Ghumun.
-[footsteps leaving] -[distant phone ringing]
[Mona] Hm.
[phone ringing]
[man] Hello?
Mona?
[upbeat music plays]
[singer vocalizing]
[Sandy] Excuse me.
You can't be watching that.
Hey?
Hi.
You can't do this.
[Driver] No problem.
How's this?
I'm gonna report this guy.
He has a five-star rating.
Ma'am, you want air?
No.
Dad's not recovering from that stroke.
I don't know why Mona brought him home.
I mean, you were on the call.
You heard the doctors, right, Parm?
Parm?
Dad can't come back from this, right?
Probably not.
Ma'am.
More heat?
-I'm good. -Parm.
You said you've seen patients come back from worse.
Yeah, those were miracle cases.
I've seen, maybe two, my entire career.
[Sandy] Dad was very clear that he wanted to allow
for a natural death.
In case a situation exactly like this one arose.
The ethical thing to do is to honor that.
So.
As soon as we get home, we're taking Dad back
to the hospital.
-[drill whirring] -[upbeat music plays]
Heya mattoos.
Hey, Raj.
[Raj] Hey, Rup, how's Priya?
Oh, she's good, man.
She's in Cuba.
She's in Cuba?
Is Dinesh drinking boxed juice?
[Raj] Sorry, sweetie.
Since when do we let our children drink that stuff?
Okay, I gotta go. We're almost here.
[Raj] All right, say bye to mommy.
-[Rup] Bye, guys! -[All] Love you, bye.
-Love you, bye. -[Raj] Bye, sweetie.
[all laughing]
-Oh my God. -Wow.
That's cute.
Priya's in Cuba?
Yeah.
We were supposed to spend our anniversary there, but,
you know, I came here.
-What? -Nothing.
-What? -[Driver] Are you brothers and sister?
-Yeah. -Mm hm.
[in Punjabi] Where are you from?
[in English] New York.
London. Toronto.
Oh no, no, no.
Where you from?
Where?
Ah, father's from Ludhiana.
Mother's from Lahore.
Pakistan?
[laughing] Multan.
Lucky Punjab Sweets.
You have a wedding, birthday party, mayan.
We do all foods.
Veg, non-veg, halal.
Ginger beef.
You know ginger beef?
Brother, I know ginger beef.
Come on.
S'good. Thank you.
Perfect.
Right here. Thanks.
[Sandy sighs]
-Thank you.
[Driver] Merry Christmas!
Happy new year!
[sighs] This city's so insipid.
-[shouts] -[body thuds]
[Parm] Oh my God. Sandy, you okay?
[Sandy] I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Thought she knew we were coming.
[knock thudding]
-[Rup] Have a key? -[Sandy] Yeah.
I got it.
[sighs]
[Rup] Come on.
She changed the locks.
Okay. I gotta pee.
Move!
[knocks thudding]
[knocks clanging]
Okay, guys, let's avoid arguing, okay?
Why are you looking at me?
I brought her a gift, did you?
[Parm] You brought her a gift?
[Sandy] Yes.
[Rup] Ah, she's coming!
Okay.
And don't make her feel judged.
[all shouting]
[all laughing]
[Mona] You smell good.
-Thank you. -Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-Come here. -[all laughing]
Oh wow.
You look expensive. Wow.
Ah, sorry about the lock.
The cable guy was a stalker.
Oh, I gotta go.
Bladder of a squirrel.
Wow. I am tripping out here.
When was the last time we were all under one roof?
I don't even remember.
[Rup] Oh my God!
Oh yeah! Don't look!
Uh, the shower is backed up.
It's okay, though, I'm on it.
Flush slowly.
How are the kids?
Amazing.
Dinesh got into gifted kindergarten.
I didn't even know that was a thing. Wow.
[laughing] I know. How are you?
Uh, I'm amazing.
Yeah, I'm on the last draft of my book.
They're calling me the next Kiran Desai
but more digestible. [laughs]
-That's good. -I got you something.
Oh?
I didn't know we were doing gifts.
[Sandy] No, open it.
-Okay. -[paper tearing]
[chuckling]
"So You're Thinking of Writing a Book"?
"31 Pointers for Aspiring Writers".
I met the author at the clinic's Christmas party.
She was very woke, but,
accessible.
Only in the way white Ivy League rich women can be.
You know, if you don't want it--
No, no, no, I want it.
No, I'll take it back.
No, it's okay. I want it.
Thank you, thank you.
[sighs] I'll get that fixed.
No, I got a guy.
No, I'll take care of it.
Dad.
Upstairs?
[as Dracula] Vhere he can't escape.
Ha ha ha ha.
-Ah! -Ha ha.
Let's go.
[footsteps plodding]
[paper crinkling]
You look good.
Shut up.
You clearly do.
How could you not tell me?
We're practically Siamese Twins.
You're seeing someone!
I want a name.
Is the sex good? Is the--
-Mona. -[long hushing]
Dear God.
[Mona sighs]
Oh my God.
What? What is this?
-Oh! -[hockey stick clatters]
Oh my God!
Shit!
-Shit, help me! -There's a reason I'm real estate agent
and not a doctor.
I'm not good with this stuff, Sandy.
Hold it. Hold it!
-Okay, higher. -I'd rather not.
[Sandy] Oh my God.
That's so like her.
She brings him home without a plan
and rigs up some contraption.
Okay, I know how this looks,
but I researched it and he's fine.
-You call this fine? -Here, I got it.
It's the right solution.
Where'd you get it?
[Mona] My friend Omar is an RN.
You mean my friend Omar?
The guy who used to sell weed?
He still sells weed.
But, Omar gave me some good pointers.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Hey, hey. -[Sandy] Papa?
[Rup] He's wakin' up.
-Is he waking up? -[Sandy] Papa.
[Parm] No, it's just a reflex.
We're bringing him back to the hospital.
Sandy, if we take him back,
they're just gonna let him die.
They're not gonna hook him up to any machines. Nothing.
He does not wanna be forced to live like this.
He signed two forms.
This is criminal.
[laughs] I'm keeping our father alive.
How is that wrong?
Well, if Dad wakes up.
If he wakes up.
It's highly possible he could be brain dead.
At the very least paralyzed.
You don't know that for sure, Parm.
All I'm saying is that we give him a chance
and we wait.
For what?
An epiphany.
[distant foreign language]
[groans] No! No!
[in Punjabi] …and then when the congregation comes in,
they will come this way through this room, bow down here.
Puaji, Puaji, no. I'm sorry.
No. I will not let you hijack this house.
[Parm] Calm down.
[in Punjabi] Parminder, oh my good boy, my Parmi.
[in Punjabi] I haven’t slept.
I just want to host the prayers here, for your father!
[in English] Three days of God's prayers.
Three days of a free-for-all where every Desi in Regina
comes over and eats our food and gossips.
That's what it is.
-[Sandy] Whoa, whoa, whoa. -[Parm] Come on.
-[Sandy] Mona, come on. Have some respect.
[Mona] I am just being honest.
-[Rup] I like the honesty… -[Puaji gasps]
…not in front of everyone.
-Oh my God. -[Rup] Oh God.
[Auntie moans]
[Sandy] Parm, she doesn't look good.
-[Parm] Water. -[Sandy] Is she okay?
[Sandy in Punjabi] We are here to help, Auntie.
[coughing]
[in Punjabi] Sandy, my wise girl.
[in English] My brother needs God and prayer.
Our father needs peace and quiet.
[in Punjabi] Auntie, can’t we do this prayer at the temple?
[in Punjabi] No, no, no my boy, no!
[in Punjabi] My brother needs to hear the Guru’s pure words,
continuously for three days.
[Rup in English] I got water. I got water.
[in Punjabi] Auntie, drink water.
Let her do the paath.
You guys were conveniently not present
when she did the paath last year.
Or the one before that. Or the one before that.
Or the one before that. Okay?
[in Punjabi] Manjit, Manjit, girl, my good girl, listen to me.
No!
Puaji, I'm putting my foot down.
This is my house.
This house, actually, belongs to all of us.
And I say she should do it.
[Mona scoffs]
I agree.
Yeah.
Okay.
[laughs] Okay.
Well, guess what?
I didn't wanna do this to you guys, but,
you leave me no choice.
This is what happens.
Where the hell?
Shit!
-[rumbling] -[Mona shouts]
Okay!
-Rup! -What?
-Ow! -[keys jangling]
Come!
Okay. All right.
[in Punjabi] God is Truth. God is Truth. [in English] I don't know.
[in Punjabi] It’s okay. It’s okay.
-[in English] Let's go. -No.
We're not indulging this, Parm.
Puaji, call me if you need anything.
[door slams]
[in Punjabi] Oh my sweet boy!
[in Punjabi] May you live well, stay well, have a long, long life.
-[Parm laughing] -[in Punjabi] Go.
[in Punjabi] You go, too, my good girl. You are a wise girl. Go. Go!
[in Punjabi] What are you still doing here? Go, go.
[in Punjabi] God is Truth.
[in Punjabi] Priest, quickly, before Mona returns, let’s start the prayers!
Then what can they do after that? First, let’s move everything,
Pick up that table. Priest, don’t spill my water.
Okay, take this table over there.
Pick up the cushions. Here, I will pass them to you. Here you go.
[Sandy] Mona, where are we going?
[Mona] You'll see when we get there.
Because if I tell you now, it's gonna be a thing.
[Rup] I'm not following anybody.
I'm the boss of me, okay?
[Parm] Just tell us where we're going.
[Sandy] Where are we going?
[Mona] Hi.
We have an appointment with Mr. Maloney.
Last name's Ghumun.
I'm so sorry, but it wasn't noted in our system
and he's in meetings all day.
Can you come back tomorrow?
-Not a problem. -No. We can't.
My siblings flew into Regina for this meeting.
We don't actually have an appointment.
My sister, she's just very triggered right now.
[fist thuds]
-Mona! -You can't go in there. Ma'am!
Shit.
[man] Definitely.
Jason.
Jason, I'm gonna have to call you back.
I'll get that answer for you, bud.
Okay. Okay, buh bye.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Maloney.
I told her you were occupied.
That's okay, Rene.
No problem.
Give us a minute, though.
Should I invite the rest in?
[Mr. Maloney] You want the rest?
Yes, invite them in, Rene.
Go ahead.
[metal clanging]
Mona.
Brent.
Hello.
We're very sorry for this intrusion.
That's all right. Brent Maloney.
-Sandy. -Hi, Sandy.
-Pleasure. -Please take a seat.
-Hi. Rup. -Hey, Rup. Nice to meet you.
-Brent Maloney. -Sorry about this.
-Well that's all right. -Parm.
Hey, Parm, I think I've talked to you on the phone.
Sit down, please.
Everyone just stay nice and comfortable.
Or get comfortable.
Thanks for coming.
Hi. So.
What can I do for you all?
Well, my siblings and I have power of attorney
over our father's accounts, and so we would like to know
the contents of his will.
Has your father passed away?
-[Sandy] No, he hasn't. -He hasn't. He's had a serious stroke.
He's in a coma.
I'm really sorry about this.
Mona, what're you doin'?
Mister…
-[Brent] Maloney. -Maloney.
Hypothetically speaking, if the house belongs to me
and our father's in a state of unresponsiveness,
then I would have full authority on whatever takes place
inside that house, correct?
If the house is solely in your name, then yes,
you can decide what takes place inside of it
anytime you want.
Why do you care so much about the paath?
Because I need to protect myself.
Because I will not be bamboozled.
-No on is bamboozling you. -Bamboozled?
-Choice of language. -Are you kidding?
Are you kidding me?
You guys come in here.
And whatever. You guys are fancy, bossy people--
No, no, no, no. Hold on a second.
We come in here? You're the one that dragged us into this--
[Mona] But you guys come to the house and then it's like,
it's your way or the highway--
I wanna know. I wanna know. I wanna know.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm sorry.
-He wants to know. -I wanna know. We're here.
-It's our way or the highway? -Let her just say--
I'm pretty sure we had no idea where we were going.
[all chattering over each other]
[Brent] Okay. Okay.
Let's just take a breath.
Yes, let's all take a breath.
I know how difficult it is to care for an aging parent.
Even in good times.
But this particular situation is not as uncommon
as you might think.
So, all four of you do have power of attorney,
so, therefore, I am legally bound to disclose
all the contents of your father's assets,
if it's being requested.
Which I believe Mona is requesting.
Yeah.
All right, well then let's get this will popped up here.
[keyboard clacking]
Okay.
Well, let's just go over all the smaller points here.
All assets, from the house, to the car, to all monies
is to be passed to Parminder Singh Ghumun.
[Sandy And Mona] What?
Of course.
Parents sometimes do it this way.
It's a bit of a simpler task in divvying up all the assets.
[Rup] Are those? [clears throat]
Are those chocolates?
[Brent] Yeah.
I'm just gonna grab one of these.
Excuse me.
Anything else?
[Rup] Guess that's it.
Well, thanks for stopping in.
[Parm] Thank you.
Thank you.
[Rup] Thank you, Brent.
[door closes]
-[exhales slowly] -[tense music plays]
[inaudible]
[cars passing]
[car creaking]
Pull in here.
[Rup] Here? What do you mean here?
-Here. Here, here. Pull in here. -[Rup] Okay.
[loud rock music plays]
[Mona] Congratulations.
You get all of Dad's money, now you get a beer.
[Parm] Don't you think we should be getting back to Dad?
Puaji gets to play doctor.
Give her a moment to shine.
Susie!
Karen!
Okay, um.
A pitcher of beer, please?
Wait, you know what?
Make it two.
-Okay. -Confession.
This place smells like pee.
When I was 15, I snuck in here and I got the whole bar
to sing "Oh Canada".
Bet you I can do it again.
We believe you.
So, tell me the truth, Parm.
You knew about the will, right? Dad told you?
No.
I can read your mind, kid.
We're practically Siamese twins.
Tell me the truth. Look at my face.
Look at my face.
You knew about the will, right?
No.
I don't know why you're so surprised.
This is the golden boy.
-The three of us can't compete. -That's not true.
[Sandy And Mona] That's true.
It's totally true. You wear a turban, you went to Oxford.
You make more money than I do.
-You're a doctor. -So is Sandy.
Yeah, but she's a girl and Dad's a misogynist.
The kind of misogynist that let the boy twin
go to hockey camp all summer and, as I remember correctly,
the girl twin had to stay at home under house arrest.
Because she's a girl.
Said the girl who lit the rug on fire. [laughs]
It was a flammable polyester piece of shit,
-and it was an accident. -What?
It was silk and it was an heirloom.
-[Rup] It was an heirloom. -Can I get a water, please? Thanks.
[Mona] Well I did my time.
Dad tied me up to the balcony for that incident.
Yeah, yeah, no.
That's when it snowed and you--
Frostbite.
[Rup] Ah yeah, the frostbite.
[Mona] It was coldest June on record.
[Sandy] No, it wasn't. It wasn't that cold.
[Mona] Yeah, it was! You know, my fingers are still tingly.
Look.
I'll be right back.
[phone buzzing]
I gotta call my kiddos.
[beer pouring]
Mona, please don't hate me.
I don't.
Dad was too hard on you.
Couldn't go. Bathroom's disgusting.
[fist thumps]
Um, excuse me?
Can I have your attention please?
Hey. Hey, hey!
Shut up!
Our cancer-ridden father is in a coma.
It's okay.
He's an asshole.
But, he came to this great country with no money
and a young wife and a dream
of opening up his own grocery store.
So.
In honor of Gurpreet Singh Ghumun
and every other immigrant who is freezin' their asses off
in Regina,
I would like to sing one of his favorite ditties.
Please join.
♪ Oh Canada ♪
♪ Our home on native land ♪
Don't be shy!
♪ True patriot love ♪
Oh yeah, Rup!
♪ It all our sons command ♪
Yeah!
♪ With glowing hearts ♪
♪ We see thee rise ♪
♪ The true North strong and free ♪
Ba ba doo.
♪ From far and wide ♪
♪ Oh Canada ♪
♪ We stand on guard for thee ♪
♪ God keep our land ♪
[Mona] Yeah!
♪ Glorious and free ♪
♪ Oh Canada ♪
♪ We stand on guard ♪
♪ For ♪
♪ Thee ♪
♪ Oh Canada ♪
♪ We stand on guard ♪
♪ For ♪
♪ Thee ♪
[all shouting] [all clapping]
Drinks on this guy!
[man 1] Fuck you, Paki!
[man 2] Oh shit.
What did you call me?
Hey, let's get this mother fucker!
[all cheering]
[singing in Punjabi]
[Parm] Go straight up stairs.
-[Mona] I didn't drink! -[Parm] Come on.
[continues singing in Punjabi]
[all whispering]
No!
[in Punjabi] Where did you all go?
[Sandy in Punjabi] We went to a restaurant.
[in Punjabi] What’s wrong with her? Why is she falling everywhere?
[in English] Oh, Puaji, bad sushi.
[in Punjabi] Well, then keep going to restaurants to eat, why don’t you!
[in English] Mm hm, lesson learned.
Puaji!
Continue.
This house isn't even mine.
I have no authority here.
[chuckles] Far out.
[in Punjabi] Auntie, shall I make us some tea? With a bit of ginger?
[in Punjabi] Okay, three minutes.
[high-pitched voice] Daddy? [snorts]
[snickering]
What are you doing, Daddy? [snorts]
[normal voice] I have a very strong urge to kick you in the face.
Cut off your hair, you piece of shit father, you asshole,
big-nosed, little [grunts].
Mona?
[beads rattling]
First thing tomorrow morning, we're taking Dad back to the hospital.
Let me make some calls.
We'll see what happens.
You always take her side.
[soft music plays]
[cars passing]
[car passing]
[melancholy music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
[man singing in Punjabi]
[Pakistani folk music plays]
[indistinct] …Parm.
I have three sisters for him to choose from.
Tell him.
Right away, Auntie G. Three of them? That's good.
[Pakistani folk music plays]
Oh yeah. Regina gumbo.
Never ceases to amaze me.
Well, anytime someone uses the dishwasher
or laundry or toilet,
it just backs up everywhere.
It's disgusting. I'm so sorry.
You know,
plumbing's like the arteries of the heart.
If you abuse it, you will lose it.
Never heard that analogy before.
Hm.
Just leave her with me.
Sure thing. She's all yours.
I'm gonna step out.
[Parm] Careful.
Puaji!
Lucky Punjab Sweets at your service.
Okay great, thanks.
How much is it?
Special. 55.
Keep the change.
Thanks.
Oh and on the bottom is the ginger beef.
What ginger beef?
That's for me.
Thank you.
[in Punjabi] God protect you.
[Parm] Rup?
Rup?
Rup!
[indistinct chanting]
What, what, what?
What are you doing? They're doing a paath. You can't eat that here.
Well, I gotta eat, man, you know?
Take it outside. Okay?
Just get it out of here.
It's freezing outside.
Are you serious?
I am serious.
Can I get a fork?
Is that allowed?
[silverware clanks]
[indistinct chanting]
[in Punjabi] Auntie, I’ll do that.
[Auntie crying]
[Parm] Puaji.
[in Punjabi] I used to always take care of your father.
[in Punjabi] He used to remind me of a little doll.
[in Punjabi] You remind me so much of him.
[in Punjabi] You’re such a good boy.
Wow.
Impressive set up.
Parm made some calls.
Thanks for agreeing to this.
He looks better.
He's hydrated and nourished, but he's certainly not better.
Lily.
I'll be helping care for your father until other
arrangements are made.
Thanks, but we're good.
We got this.
Oh, Mona, we're not good.
If you're insisting on keeping Dad here instead
of a hospital, we need Lily's help.
I can take care of him, Sandy.
Caring for a cancer patient and caring for a coma patient
in his condition are very different things.
Holler if you need anything.
He hates the radio.
[soft music plays]
[indistinct chattering]
[in Punjabi] Girl, get married, why are you determined to kill your father?
We just ran out of coffee.
Sip?
No. It's okay.
Um…
I'll just have some generic cola.
Hm.
Good choice.
Um, can we talk to you for a second?
[Mona] Okay?
Good. Come, follow me.
What did I do now?
[All] Nothing.
So, good news.
Remember Woody?
Like Woody woody.
[Rup] Like Woody-Woody.
Yeah, okay. [laughs]
[Rup] He's a developer in Regina, okay?
Now, he says the market is kinda slow these days,
but an area like this one's always gonna do well
in the long-term and, for the right price,
he'd be interested in buying this place.
And do what with it?
Tear it down.
Build condos?
What about Dad?
We need to be realistic, Mona.
Parm spoke to the doctors this morning and
he wasn't optimistic.
Well, why don't we see how he does before
we plan his funeral?
[Sandy] That's not what we're doing.
You're kicking him out of the house,
because you think he's gonna die.
-He is gonna die. -No.
No, hold up hold up. Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Let's get back to the topic. Listen.
Mona, the house is falling apart.
Okay? It's falling apart.
Dad can't live here.
[clears throat] What about me?
[Rup] We split the profits, you buy yourself a nice place.
We also feel you should think about
getting a job.
Sandy.
You've been out of the job market for seven years.
Or, go back to school.
I'm a writer.
You need a job that pays.
I'm a writer.
Okay. Can we think about selling this house?
Deals like this don't come often. Let's just sell.
A woman your age should not be living at home
with her father with no job and no prospects.
We're not judging you, okay? We're not judging you.
I'm sorry that I didn't have time to go on a date
because I was too busy keeping our father alive.
And taking him to chemo.
And making sure he didn't choke on his own vomit.
Where the hell were you guys the last seven years?
-We flew in all the time. -[Mona] Yeah, but you weren't here.
We checked in every day.
You barely called us back unless you needed money.
Yeah, but you weren't here.
[Parm] Mona, we never asked you to be the one
to take care of him.
[Sandy] You need to face reality, Mona.
You're a cunt.
[Rup] Wait! Mona! Mona, what about the house?
What was that?
Where were you guys?
You didn't have my back.
You just left me to hang out there and dry
and make me look like the bad guy.
-Sandy, Sandy. -As you always, you always.
You're going in on her about employment and job prospects.
You always put it on me.
You always make me say the hard shit.
Sandy! Listen to me.
The conversation was about the house! Selling the house!
-It was about the house… -That's it, that's it, Sandy.
…and then it became about something else,
and you never have my back!
You took it that way! Am I going crazy here?
Parm, wait! Parm!
Sandy, you can't just attack somebody like that!
[Sandy] Somebody needs to tell her the truth.
[knock thudding]
-Mr. Rop. -It's Rup.
-Hey. -Good news.
I've seen this problem before.
Bad news, you'll have to redo the pipes out to mid-street level.
Probably.
It's not a small job.
Okay. Well, how much does it cost?
Just ballpark it for me, Patrick, please.
[Patrick] About 25.
-That's hundred? -[chuckles] No, uh.
Thousand.
Yeah.
Right.
[soft music plays]
[footsteps plodding]
[Parm sighs]
[Parm] Hey.
You okay?
Just so you know, the Aunties are watching you smoke.
[Aunties gasping]
[Parm] What are you doing?
[growls] You're insane.
You're literally insane.
You're an insane person.
That's not what I meant.
[sighs]
[hockey sticks clacking]
Where's the ball?
-[Mona] One, two, three. -[rock music plays]
[Mona laughing]
[Parm shouts]
Yes!
[both laughing]
Russia scores.
Always Russia, huh?
Always Russia.
You wanted to run away there.
Almost did.
Until Dad found me at the bus stop.
That was a beating.
[sighs] I've had worse.
No, actually, that one was pretty bad.
Why aren't you writing?
Oh my God.
You're on my case, too?
Just saying.
Where's the book?
It's right in here.
I'm worried about you, Mona.
[cloth scratching]
I am.
I'm worried about Rup.
What's that thing on his face?
-His goatee? -Is that what it is?
Because it looks like roadkill.
[chuckles]
Should we tell him?
[laughs]
[hockey stick clatters]
[footsteps plodding]
You know when Dad was diagnosed, the doctors gave him
six months to live?
You gave him seven years.
If you can do that, imagine what you could do out there.
[footsteps plodding]
Just get outta here, Mona.
Go somewhere.
Do something.
[soft music plays]
[sniffles]
[Aunties gasping]
[bicycle squeaking]
[gravel crunching]
[sighs heavily]
[exhales]
[phone ringing]
[Fiona] Hello? Fiona Lason here.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! [laughs]
Hey, Fiona!
Fiona, it's Mona.
Ghumun.
Mona Ghumun.
Geez, it's been what, like, eight years?
How are you?
How's Tiger?
Teegris.
[Fiona sighs] Teeger died.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Um.
Well, I'm super fat now. [laughs]
I'm joking.
[Fiona clears throat]
Hey, listen, I just wanted to get in touch,
because, man, Fiona, I have an idea.
I have a book.
It's mostly in my head, but it's really good. It's really smart.
It's about trans-generational trauma.
I can get you a treatment in ten days.
[Fiona] I lost my job because of you.
Oh?
[Fiona] You made me wait for a draft for a year.
And I believed in you so much
that I kept telling the publisher you were good for it.
Oh.
Look, I…
You know, things were bad with Dad.
He was sick.
I was partying a lot.
I got into that car accident.
I just wasn't…
I couldn't…
But, look, Fiona, I haven't stopped.
I'm here.
I'm ready now.
I'm ready.
[Fiona] Well I'm not.
Don't call me again, Mona.
[phone clicks]
[cars passing]
[man chanting in Punjabi]
It's a really nice beach.
And a really small bikini.
Yeah, Priya's havin' a good time.
Doesn't bother you that she's in Cuba without you?
Posting pictures like this?
No.
Who's taking those photos?
I don't know. Self-timer?
Do you have an open marriage I don't know about?
-What? -It's okay if you do.
-You can tell me. -No.
-Honest to God. -No. Come on.
And she's not cheating on you?
She's not cheating.
[breathing heavily]
-I can't… -Breathe.
You're okay.
I can't… [breathing heavily]
Rup. Rup.
-[door slams] -[Rup breathing heavily]
[Sandy] Hey. Hey.
Open the door.
Rup.
We need to talk about this.
[Rup] Been with her since before Mom died.
Mom.
Mom loved her.
[Sandy] I know.
But Mom loved everyone.
I tried so hard to make it work.
She says I don't make her feel special.
So now she's spending our anniversary
with someone who does.
Sandy.
We need more chai. Okay?
And, um, there's a bubba who says he's lightheaded
because he's hungry, but he's also diabetic
and he's gluten-free. What do I feed him?
I can't make jell-o right now.
Goodie Auntie made some pakoras.
You don't know for certain that she's having an affair.
You don't think she is?
No, I do.
[Parm] Sorry, where are they?
-Is Mona in there? -Rup.
Fridge.
Affairs are very common.
[whispers] He's having an affair?
[inaudible]
Modern marriages?
They're set up to fail.
You take two people who like each other enough
and tell them to build a life, and have kids,
and make money.
And have great sex, for what?
The next 65 years?
Who can live up to those standards?
[whispers] Sandy.
[mouthing] They're not in there.
Oh.Thanks.
Rup.
I have seen affairs make couples stronger.
Like, once.
There was one couple.
But who's to say that you guys can't?
[knocks on door]
Rup, I'm really sorry, man.
Is there some ketchup in there?
[Sandy] Are you serious right now?
[Parm] Well, he's been after me for 20 minutes--
[Sandy] Did you look in the freakin' fridge?
[Parm] Sorry, Rup.
Yeah.
[Sandy] Thanks Rup.
[Parm] Sorry.
Sorry.
-Here. -Thanks.
Yep.
-Thank you. -You okay?
Yeah, I'm great.
Sorry.
-[Sandy sighs] -[door slams]
Where's the cooker sauce?
[Parm] Cooker sauce.
And uh… [in Punjabi] Cover your head.
[upbeat music plays]
♪ I have a secret love ♪
♪ That I know I shouldn't have ♪
♪ And time and time again ♪
♪ He tells me the same thing right back ♪
Hey. Hi.
-Hi. -Hi.
Hi.
Okay, I got it.
Close your eyes.
-Pardon me? -Close your eyes.
-What, me? -Close your eyes.
Mexico City.
Right?
Museums and mariachi.
And dancing all night.
Taquerias.
Sweaty, drunk sex 'til we run out of money and beer.
Then what?
Sell drugs?
[glasses clink]
[liquid slurping]
Hey, don't worry about the will. Okay?
My dad probably called that brown dude at your office
and had it changed last minute.
If anything, it's the brown dude's fault.
What's his face?
Suki?
-His name is Suk. -Sook?
Sook.
I think that's how you say it.
Nobody knew my dad was gonna leave everything to Parm.
I knew.
Parm told your dad to leave everything to him.
What?
[sighs]
Parm knew about the will and you didn't tell me about it?
It's attorney-client privilege, Mona. [Mona scoffs]
I mean, I think your father changed his will
approximately two months ago.
At the end of the day, he's a client.
At the end of the day, we've been fucking for three years.
Mona.
-Mona. -Don't.
Mona, you have been taking care of your father
for so long.
You deserve the money.
I don't think that this is going to be an issue.
No, no. Mona, Mona.
I think that Parm, from what I can tell,
he's a really nice guy.
-He's not gonna cheat you. -He's a really good guy.
He's a good guy. He's not gonna cheat you.
And if he does, trust me.
Trust me, I'll help you.
I'm on your side.
[Mona] You're not on my side.
We can't…
do this anymore, Mona.
I can't do it anymore.
Blame me.
I'm so sorry.
But, my wife, my kids.
You're breaking up with me?
At the avenue on your lunch break?
Your wife and kid meant dick-all when I was blowing you
in your office every Wednesday evening.
Your whole family's involved now.
Stop it.
Stop.
Don't pretend you have integrity.
You're old, by the way.
That earring is fooling nobody.
[door creaks]
[door thuds]
Where have you been?
[Sandy] Oh my gosh.
-Mona! -[Rup] Mona!
[all shouting]
[in Punjabi] No! Not in front of your father!
[in Punjabi] Why are you fighting in front of your father?
[Mona] Get off of me!
[Rup] Get off of him!
Ow!
[Mona] Was it true?
Is it true you put the will in your name?
Is that true?
-Is that true? -Of course it's not true!
Yes, it's true.
What?
What the hell, Parm?
I'm not keeping the money.
You lied to us?
I just wanted things to be simple and easy.
Okay?
Wills can get messy.
And you don't think this is messy?
It was the wrong way to go about it.
Okay?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Tell me the truth, Parm.
-This is the truth, Mona-- -[Mona] No, tell me the truth.
Why did you do it? Why did you do this?
Why did you get Dad to put the will in your name?
What's the real truth?
Look at my face!
What is the real truth?
Just tell me the truth, Parm, please?
What do you want me to say, Mona?
Just tell me the truth.
-Just tell me the fucking-- -Stop!
Because your a mess, Mona. 'Cause you're a mess!
Okay? Is that what you wanna hear?
You're a fuckin' mess! Okay?
And that's what everybody here thinks.
You're a fuckin' mess!
Okay?
And you can't take care of yourself.
And if you suddenly had a hundred grand in your pocket,
it'd be gone by tomorrow.
Okay?
So I wanted the money to make sure you don't mess up.
Like you always mess up.
And then come running back to one of us to bail you out.
Like you ran back to Mom and Dad your entire life.
Okay?
Is that what you want me to say?
I'm sorry.
I am sorry.
But I was just trying to protect you.
Okay? That's all.
Papa. [clears throat]
Papa, do you know why Parm only visits us every few years?
Hm?
It's because he's scared.
He's very scared to tell you that he's gay.
That's why he never married Simirit.
[in Punjabi] Parminder, what is this nonsense I am hearing?
[in Punjabi] Tell me, is this true? What nonsense is this?
[in Punjabi] What is this nonsense?
[in Punjabi] What is going on here? I don’t understand this family.
[tense music plays]
[Rup] Hey, Parm.
Parm.
[melancholy music plays]
[bicycle whirring]
[breathing heavily]
[sobs]
[sniffles]
[Television] Here's a dance floor!
-[keyboard clacking] -[children shouting]
[knocks tapping]
[whispers] Go that way. Go that way. Go that way.
[laptop thuds]
[Brent] Hey, honey, I'm gonna move those cans
that I've been trying to move for a couple days.
I'm gonna move them now, okay?
[Brent's Wife] Sure.
[door thuds]
[Mona crying softly]
[footsteps scuffing]
[garbage can rattling]
[Mona] I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm here.
I'm a mess, Brent. I just needed to see you.
-[Brent] No, what are you doing here? -[Mona] I just needed to see you.
-[Brent] You can't show up here. -[Mona] My dad is in really bad shape.
-[Brent] This is my house. -[Mona] I know, I know, I'm sorry!
-[Brent] If my wife see- -[Mona] I know! I know, I know.
But, look, Parm hates me.
They all hate me now.
I needed to see--
-[Brent] Mona, I can't do this anymore! -[Mona] I know! I'm sorry!
[Brent] I can't see you anymore. I can't, I can't.
Go home.
[Mona] I'm dying. I'm dying.
I'm dying, I'm dying.
Fuck, my stomach's a mess.
It's bad, you know, I'm coughing up stuff.
Doctors aren't optimistic.
It's really bad.
Chemo's not an option.
I'm sorry I'm here.
I'm so sorry.
I just needed to see you.
Nobody else knows.
Baby.
What's going on?
No one knows. Just you.
[sighs] Brent, I love you so much.
I love you so much.
Please don't leave me.
Please see me again.
Please, please.
Do you love me?
I do.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I can see you again?
Yeah.
Okay.
Soon, okay?
[kiss smacks]
Okay.
[footsteps plodding]
[water running]
[footsteps plodding]
[indistinct chattering]
[lock clicks]
-[door rattles] -[Parm] Mona.
Mona. Open the door, Mona.
[Sandy] Mona.
[Parm] Mona, come on, open the door.
[knocks pounding]
-[Rup] Mona! -[Parm] Come on, Mona. Open the door!
[Rup] Mona! Open the door!
[yelling] Mona! Open the door!
-[thunderous pounding] -[piercing dramatic music plays]
-[wind rushing] -[indistinct shouting]
-[father gasps] -[glass shatters]
[Mona shrieks]
Dad?
Dad.
[indistinct chanting]
He was calling me.
[Lilly] He's been fast asleep, honey.
I'm gonna make some tea.
Why don't you spend some time with him?
[indistinct chattering]
I'm sorry I told you about Parm.
He's still the same perfect son
that you raised him to be.
And I'm sorry I brought you home, Dad.
I just thought, maybe…
[scoffs] I couldn't wait to get out of this house
when I was younger and now I feel so under-qualified by life.
Your DNA went sideways when you made me and you created
a defective model.
I just wanted you to see me.
I just wanted you to ask for me.
Not Parm.
Me.
Hm?
[melancholy music plays]
[in Punjabi] Amrit, bring him a pillow.
Poor thing, look how uncomfortable he is, with his bare arms.
[in Punjabi] This nurse doesn’t do anything all day!
I told them, children do the prayers.
Look, my brother is now conscious!
[in Punjabi] If we pray with a pure heart, God will always hear us.
See, he heard me.
[knock thudding]
[Sandy] Mr. Maloney.
Hi Sandy.
Is Mona around?
[Sandy] She hasn't come down yet.
Can we go somewhere private to talk?
Please?
[Sandy] Oh, yeah.
Thanks.
[door creaks]
[door thuds]
[Parm] Puaji.
[jewelry rattling]
[Parm sighing]
Squeeze my hand if you're comfortable, Papa.
I love you, Papa.
So glad I could be here.
There's somethin' I need to tell you.
I need to tell you who I am.
My name is Parminder Singh Ghumun.
I'm a doctor.
I'm a Sikh.
And I'm gay.
I'm gay, Papa.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.
I was scared.
Scared of you.
But I'm not scared of you anymore.
Brent.
You… [exhales]
Mona's not dying.
She used to tell us the same story as a kid.
What?
What, I mean, her stomach? She's--
[Both] Coughing up blood.
Chemo's not an option?
Chemo is not an option.
Um.
So, wait, so, as a kid she--
So she's not dying?
No.
Oh.
Oh, well aren't I just a fool?
Sorry.
[hand slapping]
Listen.
It's anxiety.
Right, Sand? It's…
Look, she would say stuff like this when she was feeling stressed.
-It's not an excuse. -It's not an excuse.
I'll just excuse myself out.
I'm really, really sorry.
-Okay. -Thank you.
[Rup] Yeah, yeah.
[Brent] I'm sorry, Sandy.
I thought she stopped with the lying.
[door clatters]
[Sandy] Mona!
[Mona] Hey.
You think Dad'll find this funny?
Brent just left.
You told him you were dying?
We're back to that?
[Mona sighs] It just happened.
[sighs]
Um…
It was stupid.
You're a mean person, Mona,
who just takes advantage of everybody.
Stop living off of Dad.
Stop taking our money.
You're a liar.
[Mona] That's not your real nose.
Everybody knows that, but you won't even tell your daughter.
What are you talking about?
Last year you came here and Sasha asked you who
she looks like.
She looks exactly like you pre-nose job.
But you told her she looks like Raj.
Because you would rather her believe that she has bad genes
then be honest that you're not whatever this is.
You're a liar.
You're a bitch.
[Lilly] Mona! Mona, come quick!
Your father!
[footsteps thudding]
[floorboards creaking]
[Sandy sobbing]
[melancholy music plays]
[birds chirping]
[soft music plays]
[footsteps shuffling]
[Funeral Attendant] All right, we're all prepared.
She said she'd be here.
[Funeral Attendant] Are you ready?
I'm not good at this.
[soft singing in Punjabi]
[Parm] Mona!
Mona!
[footsteps thundering]
What are you doing?
[Mona sighs] Go away, Parm.
What?
[Mona] I can't deal with this right now.
-[Parm] Where were you? -Stop it, stop it.
Just go away.
Get up.
-[Mona] Stop. -Let's go.
-[Mona] Stop, stop, stop. -Get up.
[Mona] Just stop, please. Ow!
What's the matter with you?
Everything hurts.
Get up. Let's go. Right now.
-Get up. Right now. -[Mona] No.
[Parm] We're getting up right now.
-Ow, stop it! -[Parm] Enough! Enough!
Do you understand?
Stop it!
-Just stop it! -Oh my God.
This is not a game!
Mona, get up. Now!
-[Mona] Get out of here, Parm. -Right now!
-Get up! Let's go! -No.
-Stop it! Don't! Don't! -[Parm] You stop!
Fucking get off of me!
What is the matter with you? What is the matter with you?
No!
What is the matter with you?!
Parm, I-- [Mona shrieks]
Stop it! Stop it, Mona!
-Stop it, Mona! -[Mona shrieks]
[Sandy shrieks]
Whoa.
Parm!
[Mona breathing heavily]
[Mona sobs]
[Sandy sobs]
I should have protected you from him, Mona.
But I didn't.
I just stood by and watched every time he shouted at you.
Every time he hit you.
As your brother.
I'm your brother. I should've protected you.
I was a bad kid.
Bad kid?
Mona, you were just a kid.
You were a beautiful kid.
I'm sorry.
[incinerator humming]
-[Sandy sobbing] -[button clicks]
[fire crackling]
[Mona] Satsriakhal.
My father was very dutiful and he was really hardworking.
[sighs]
But that's, like, a fraction, a tiny portion,
of the person that he was.
Gurpreet Singh Ghumun was, he was tough, you know?
He came from not much and he expected a lot from himself
and everyone else around him.
Growing up, I was scared of him.
He took up a lot of space.
He felt larger than life.
So, I guess that's why I used to rebel so much against him.
Because I just wanted to carve out a little bit of space of my own.
I remember years ago I came home and
I found my dad outside
sitting in one of those white, plastic patio chairs.
And he was quiet, which he never was.
He had made some big stupid mistakes and, after 23 years,
he had lost the grocery store.
And I remember that look on his face.
He wasn't angry, which was rare for him.
He didn't have the energy to lash out at anyone.
He looked lost.
Like he messed up.
Like he let us down.
When I saw him, I didn't know what to do,
so I just went back inside the house.
Yeah.
I wish I could just go back and tell him.
Tell him he didn't have to be ashamed, you know?
That he was more than his paycheck and his grocery store.
That he had messed up and that it was okay.
I don't think anyone had ever told him that.
[soft music plays]
[cars passing]
[Rup] Have you seen my glove?
It's, like, black.
It looks like a glove?
Maybe it's…
[knock pounding]
-Yeah! Hussain! -[Hussain laughs]
-Ah, let me. -Yeah, okay. Good, good.
Thank you, thank you.
Oh! And there's a ginger beef in the car.
Yes. [hand claps]
Rup, here's your suitcase.
And someone dropped a glove on the floor.
Yeah, that's my glove.
I'm so excited that you're finally getting out
of this house.
But you need to leave Regina, you know?
Okay, for your information, I actually like this city. Okay?
If that's okay with you?
The people are really cool and the weed is cheap
and it takes 15 minutes to go anywhere.
And, when you visit me in Toronto,
you may not wanna leave.
We'll see.
Come on.
Proper now.
Come on. Come on. Parm, come on.
-Get in there. -Okay.
[Rup] Get in there. Yes.
[All] Team…
Ghumun!
Yes!
[all laughing]
Come here.
I love you.
Sorry I called you a cunt.
I'm sorry I called you a bitch.
Mm.
-Okay, I'll see you soon. -[Mona] Mm hm.
-Okay? -'Kay.
[fingers snap] Sorry. [mumbling]
-And Parm? -[Mona shudders]
Grab that one, it's heavier.
-Bye! -[Mona] Bye.
[giggles] Bye.
[Parm] Bye, Mona.
[Sandy] No, here. I don't…
No, bring it over here.
[Hussain] And the beef.
[Rup] Thank you so much.
I'm so hungry.
[Sandy] Can you put the bag over here?
Yeah, yeah. Thank you.
[Rup] Right there, and…
-[Parm] Here you go. Thanks. -[Rup] Bye Mona!
[car engine starting]
[car accelerating]
[door clicks]
[footsteps plodding]
[radiator humming]
[crow caws]
[soft music plays]
♪ I smoked another five king cigarettes ♪
♪ I thought about leavin' ♪
♪ While addin' up my debts ♪
♪ I sucked all the air out of the living room ♪
♪ With just one breath ♪
♪ You could bet only money and all these men ♪
♪ That I'm wakin' ♪
♪ I think enough when ♪
♪ Another night where I can lay down at ten ♪
♪ And fall into sleep not rememberin' ♪
♪ And the story goes on ♪
♪ I peer down at the couples and the bikers and the dads ♪
♪ I'm an eagle, I'm a mouse, I'm just really very sad ♪
♪ It's a prison here for some ♪
♪ But it's a freedom just for me ♪
♪ I fly above, I dig below ♪
♪ For everything I thought I'd be ♪
♪ What does that mean? ♪
[singer vocalizing]
♪ Programmed from conception ♪
♪ To be this strange mix ♪
♪ Of so many generations ♪
♪ Through survival, death, and sex ♪
♪ Gigabytes and microchips ♪
♪ Or skin cells and history ♪
♪ I will talk on the phone to someone I haven't seen ♪
♪ She feels like a friend whose job it is to walk with me ♪
♪ She holds me up and so do my meds ♪
♪ And it's genetic consultation of this life ♪
♪ So far I've lived ♪
♪ And the story goes on ♪
[singer vocalizing]
♪ The story goes on ♪