Fuck.
- Hey. - What's up, Harry?
Hey, man, do you have any food upstairs?
I swear to God, this banana was yellow last night.
They never give you time, you know?
You turn your back, you reach for it, surprise!
Fuckin' rotted.
She's here.
Be ready.
You really sure about this?
What happens if she finds out that you--
Okay. Deep breath for me.
-Very good. -Hey, jerk.
Hey, brat.
So, how're we feelin' today, Claire?
Uh, gonna take it easy today.
Probably just a half marathon before I left.
Hmm, how cute.
Hmm.
Less tired than yesterday and the day before.
Gonna work on some music later today.
Uh, I don't think you should be driving to the studio.
I sold the studio.
Oh, I'm sorry.
So, uh, what's that?
Special sauce. What's that?
Mm, I just wanna see how you're--
Yeah, I'm still dying. There's nothing new to see.
- Hey. - I don't wanna be poked
-and prodded anymore, babe. -Claire, we just want an update.
No more surgeries or chemo, I promise.
Won't take long. Come on.
There we go. Alright, make a fist for me.
Mm-hmm.
Doing good.
- That wasn't hard. - Mm-hmm.
-Um, bend your ear for a minute? -Hmm?
Talk outside.
Um, yeah. Sure.
Bring her back soon.
Wanna hear all about that second date with Doug.
Hey, who does a girl got to screw around here
to get a drink?
Sippy sippy.
Sippy sippy, hmm?
- And kissy kissy. - Kissy kissy.
Appreciate the favor, checkin' in on her.
-Yeah, of course. -That means a lot
to both of us, really.
Uh, I mean, it's the least I can do.
It's nice seein' her and everything.
That's said, I am having second thoughts.
Y-- you asked me to get a sample. I--
Oh. No, no. I know.
I know I did. It's just um...
Uh, I'm just nervous.
Matt, look, guy at the lab is doing me a solid,
she won't see it on an online portal.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
Um, those green bottle in that box. What's--
What's that about?
Uh, cantaloupe rinds, kale, chlorophyll,
beta carotenes, carrots.
-Ah. -She thinks it helps.
Anyway, I should get back in there.
-It's a busy day. -Whoa, um, wait.
-What's up? -Uh, nightmares.
Okay. How frequently is she having them?
-It's not her. -Okay.
Uh, when did they start?
Six weeks ago.
Seven-- seven weeks ago.
Seven and a half weeks--
Eight-- eight weeks ago.
Around the time she stopped chemo, right?
I mean, she's more lucid now that--
Um, it was a big decision you made.
That's Claire's decision.
Well, I mean, nightmares can often
be an indicator of grief.
We're not there yet.
Okay. Um, may I ask has she been smoking?
That's--
Her lungs were wheezy.
- Hey. - Hi.
Actually, I was going back in there.
Oh, no, no. Uh, she's um,
she's doin' the uh, toilet stuff.
Yeah, you don't-- you don't wanna go in there.
Oh, right. Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
Thank you.
Fuck.
Wow.
You got it?
Okay.
What the hell do you need her blood for anyway?
Second opinion.
Right.
And, uh, what's gonna happen when she checks her bag
and this isn't in there?
We'll burn that bridge when we come to it.
You're gonna help me downstairs or what?
I gotta get her prescriptions.
Haven't seen you in a while.
I'm busy.
How's she doing?
Sorry.
How's your mom?
This morning, she screamed at me
claiming I was a demon
wearing the skin of her daughter.
So, yeah.
Dementia?
Alzheimer's.
I'm sorry.
Should we take for the ones we love?
Anyway, um, holler if you need anything.
Matches?
Thank you.
Matthew Quimby, right?
Matt. Albert Evans?
Yeah, Al.
Um, hey, miss. Excuse me, sweetie?
Could I get a tonic, if you don't mind?
Thank you.
-Did you bring it? -Uh, I'm tired.
Did you bring it?
Yeah, I brought it. It's in the car.
- Let's move it to mine. - No
You can't move it, you know?
-Jesus. -L-- let me ask you somethin'.
You be honest with me, okay?
Are you sure you wanna do this?
You alright, baby?
She's fine.
Okay.
Alright.
Okay.
You get your wife's blood?
- Yes, Al. - Okay.
So, the ritual, uh, you wait until dark,
you light a candle,
you place it on the floor,
then you open it up,
and you pour your wife's blood into its mouth.
You step back and you speak your intention
only once.
And then you never come into this room again
until it works.
-How long does it take? -Three days.
After you've done the ritual, there's three rules.
Don't talk to it.
Don't look at it.
And don't touch it.
Why would I talk to a bag?
Why does anyone do anything?
Just follow the rules.
You made this today?
Mm-hmm. What do you think?
It's haunting, and beautiful,
and terrifying, and...
...lovely.
-Thank you kindly. -What do you think?
I guess I liked the demo better.
It was more raw, stripped down.
Well, this is like you zeroed in on something strange.
But what I was going for is unrecognizable now.
You found something new.
Part of the journey.
I suppose.
So, what are you tryin' to say with this?
Like what's it mean?
Uh, I don't know if I'm tryin' to say anything really.
Just I need it to be parasitic.
To burrow in your brain and live there.
Well, mission accomplished.
Hmm.
I'm really proud of you.
God, I suck at this.
Yeah, you definitely do.
Harold popped in while you were out.
I asked him about the basement, but he was a steel trap.
That's family loyalty right there.
What kinda deviant shit--
Are you two--
G-- getting--
What's wrong?
Sorry.
It's okay. It's okay.
You deserve better.
Hey. In sickness and in health, okay?
I don't deserve you.
Shh.
What are you working on down there?
What if I told you I found somethin'
that could fix all of our problems?
But it came at a cost.
What's the cost?
I, uh...
I don't know.
Matt, are you smoking gateways again?
-Gateways? -Are you smoking weed again?
You know, it scrambles your brain like eggs.
-Are you? -Of course not.
If I did, I mean, I'm the one with cancer.
So...
Bedtime.
Night, babe.
Please heal Claire. Please.
Shit.
Please heal Claire. Please.
Jerk.
So, um,
why did you decide to quit chemo?
Jesus, buy me dinner first.
Sorry.
This is a cool thing you're doing, though.
Surprisin' her with the studio. She'll--
- I think she'll dig it. - Matt!
Hey, uh, you remember Amy, right?
- Matthew! - She-- actually, I don't--
I don't know if I ever even really told you,
- but uh-- - Please!
She had a pretty rough go with things
about ten years back when her son--
Matthew!
(On voicemail) This is Al. Leave me one.
Hey, uh, some weird shit's happening.
Just call me back, okay?
Hello.
- Is it happening again? - Is it happening again?
Is it happening again? Is it happening again?
Is it...
Did you sleep alright?
You seem like you're a little out of it.
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
How's the music comin'?
Good. Working it out.
What's the concept again?
You remember when we got that amazing bottle of Riesling?
I do.
I was inspired by the fungus process
you told me about, with the wine.
You remember?
They let the fungus infect the grapes,
nearly overtaking them,
and then they pick them at just the right moment.
And you're left with the sweetest one,
this side of the Mississippi.
-It's Germany. -Whatever.
What's it called again?
The-- the noble rot.
Noble rot. Yeah.
Hey, it could be the album name.
No. I'm not gonna puke.
Claire, here.
Thanks.
Hey, uh, uh,
you're not smokin', are you, Claire?
I reckon there's a response about pots and black kettles.
-Shut up. -Hmm.
Jerk.
Brat.
Matt.
Matthew.
Will you let me in?
It should be you, not me.
I said, "You should be the one with cancer.
Not me."
I never did anything to deserve this.
How did you know I was...
Uh, were you, um--
Were you whispering?
Okay.
Can I, uh--
-Can I get you anything? -Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Another juice would be great.
Hello.
You ever seen someone you love ravaged by chondrosarcoma?
Not just her arms and legs, but in her skull.
Cells producing their own cartilage,
growing out of control.
Tiny spikes pushing against her tissue,
the pain unbearable!
And here you are just staring at her,
like anything you do matters.
- Can't you just enjoy the time - I have left and let me die?
God, you're a selfish piece of shit.
Shut up.
Jerk.
Alright, now. How about we hit the links?
You remember my ex-wife?
- Esther? - Before that.
-Miranda? -First ex-wife.
Amy.
I don't know if I ever told you, but uh,
Amy uh, had a son from a previous marriage.
And his name was Tommy.
Tommy had neuroblastoma and they didn't catch it.
After he passed--
Amy just spiraled.
You know, she blamed herself, and that just haunted her,
And she--
She said she saw him at night for months.
I just don't wanna see you end up like Amy.
That's all.
'Cause that guilt, that guilt, man,
it swallowed her up.
Oh, shit.
Don't. It's fine.
It's fine, it's the next room.
Just don't. I'll get it tomorrow, okay?
It's ten feet away.
Leave the goddamn golf ball where it is!
-Sorry. -Fuckin' playin'.
What do you want?
Oh.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh. Mm.
Oh!
What's wrong?
Is it happening again?
A-- are you s-- seeing...
Hey.
There is no shame in asking for help.
Clearly.
Look at me.
I have to do it every damn day.
It doesn't matter. You're getting better.
So, how's Claire doing?
How are you doing?
So, what is that thing in there?
-What? -That big weird sack
in the spare room.
You didn't go in there, did you?
Oh, goddammit!
-What? -I told you not to!
-Just relax. -Did you talk to it?
Yeah. Told it some fuckin' knock knock jokes.
Did you look at it?
It's hard not to.
-Did you touch it? -What happens if you touch it?
Please tell me, did you fucking touch it?
No! Jesus!
What the hell is goin' on with you?
I'm not givin' up on wife and I never will.
Got it?
I didn't ask you to.
I'll finish up alone.
Thank you.
Look, I know you're goin' through a lot,
but you need to take a fuckin' breath.
Thanks for hangin' out the other day.
Of course.
Do you mind leaving me the pen?
I could use a little creative spark.
Hey, um...
...why did you stop chemo?
I'm glad you're there for him.
Make sure you keep that going.
He's gonna need you more than ever soon.
I know he seems like he's Mr. Slick,
but he's...
Just be there.
You didn't answer my question.
Why is it always the dark pieces that trip us up?
It's easy to get lost in there.
How about we go outside?
It's cold outside.
It'll be warm next week and I'll take you out then.
I promise.
Okay.
You're taking me?
As close as I can.
Oh, no, thanks, baby.
We used to sit in here for hours.
Sipping wine, listening to good music,
eating good food.
Harold always introducing us to his latest squeeze.
I can still picture that look you'd tossed me.
That look.
That look of, "Oh, this is never going to last."
Poor guy can't get out of his own way.
He means well.
Most poor guys do.
Poor, poor guy.
Let's get you to bed, okay.
What? Matt, come on. It's--
(On voicemail) This is Al. Leave me one.
It's Matt. Call me back please.
- Is it happening again? - Is it happening again?
Is it happening again? Is it happening again?
You got yourself into your chair?
Mm-hmm.
Baby, check this out.
Come on, Claire. Hang on a second.
No, no, no. Just shut up.
I got it.
Oh, my God.
-Check me out. -Oh, my God.
I did it. I did it.
I can help. What are you...
-What are you doin'? -Making banana bread.
-You're making banana bread? -Yeah.
You will help me make banana bread?
I wanna help you.
Okay.
Just like the old days.
What do we got? What do we got? Oh, you got a nice, fresh...
What's wrong?
Nothing, honey. Nothing's wrong.
It's...
Here, I can do
Can you uh, can you uh, pass me the
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can I pass the what?
What's the matter?
You know, you were right.
I feel different.
Something in me in changing.
It's inside of me.
I-- I feel better.
I feel new.
Get off me!
Sorry, I bothered you.
I'm sorry.
- Guess I'll go fuck myself then. - Claire, I'm sorry.
Don't!
Let me in, dick. It's cold.
-I knew you'd be up. -I figured we could talk
-about shit, you know? -Shh.
What is this?
Banana bread.
Fuck yeah.
Okay.
So, hey, um, I'm sorry about uh,
I some-- sometimes I just
can't stay out of my own way, you know?
It's just uh, I am here for you, you know?
I guess-- I guess that's all I'm trying to say.
So, uh, so, Amy,
you said she started seein' her son
right after he passed, yeah?
Yeah, all the time.
I'm seeing things, too.
You spend too much time alone.
It's just
it's not supposed to happen
until she's--
Hey. We don't need to talk about that right now.
Am I losin' it?
Yeah! Look, shit, man,
I mean, if anybody has a right to lose it, it's you.
You're not as hard to read as you think you are.
You just, uh...
You have a hard time saying what you need to say.
These last 18 months
have been the most miserable
of our entire lives.
They started out the most successful.
Yes.
I mean, we got a little...
Bought a house.
Fancy cars, planned vacations.
Talked about kids.
And the person
you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with
starts dying at 32.
But she didn't start at 32, she started at 30.
And I missed it.
'Cause I didn't know to look for it.
Jesus.
What kind of a deal is that?
That is a shit deal, sir.
Is there a name for a grim fairytale?
Life.
They don't--
They don't prepare you for this.
Yeah.
I did-- I did all of it.
I did the support groups.
The therapy.
The fuckin' church.
I did the other stuff.
I did you know, the cults and the drugs.
It's all empty.
All of it's empty. It's...
You just sink.
But you get desperate enough
and those shams start seemin' a lot less hokey.
That's why I'm seein' things.
Huh.
Yeah, um,
I don't exactly, uh--
Y-- you know, I'm here for you, but just don't--
Uh, yeah, every-- everything's gonna be fine,
you know? Uh, just
one way or another, cousin, it's--
It's all gonna work out.
Right.
Oh, no, no.
Uh.
Fuck.
911. What's your emergency?
It's my wife.
It's my wife, she slit her wrist.
- Remain calm. - Okay, sir, you see the wound?
Yes, yes.
Okay. Apply pressure to it.
Is someone in the house that can help?
Won't you send an ambulance?
It'll probably be faster if you take Claire yourself.
What?
Take Claire to the emergency room.
But how do you know her name?
If you keep wasting time,
you might as well slit your own wrist.
What the fuck you say to me?
So, she slashed her own wrist to get away from you.
Then you turned the razor on yourself.
Is that right?
I can smell the rot.
Why did you bring it into this house?
All it was going to do is bring her more pain.
So, she saved herself.
Do you hear it? It's in here.
How do you know this?
- It's setting in. - No.
Do you smell it?
No. I'll never hurt her.
You did this!
I would never hurt her.
Yes, you did. Look down.
You did it.
Did I scare you?
I scared myself.
Getting pretty good at that.
Are you okay? You need something?
You wanna know what I need?
I need to sleep in my own bed for a change.
My real bed. Is that okay?
That is so okay.
Well, scoot over then. That's my side, jerk.
Keepin' it warm for you, brat.
I missed this.
I missed you.
Me, too.
I've been down there so long.
I've forgotten what home feels like.
Yeah, I think so,
but it felt good.
I just...
I need a minute.
Take your time.
Claire. What--
Claire, you're-- you're pocket dialing me.
What? No.
You alright in there? You need something?
What are you talking about?
Why don't you come back to bed?
I am in bed.
Hello?
Where are you right now?
Downstairs, in my room.
Will you get me another juice?
- Did I wake you? - How'd you do that?
-What? -This isn't funny anymore,
Claire! You shouldn't be walkin' around!
Baby, go back to bed. Please.
-What's that? -What?
What the fuck is that?
It's nothing. It's just... I don't know it's just
-You cannot smoke, Claire! -something from earlier.
-It's vapor. -You can't put shit
-in your lungs, alright? -Matt, I'm not talking to you
when you're like this! Go back to bed!
You wanna die, goddammit?
Go back to bed.
-I'm sorry. -Go back to bed!
Hey.
You're in.
Hey!
Let me in. Let me in.
Let me in! Let me in!
-Let me in! -Fuck off!
Hey, Claire?
Claire?
What?
Matt?
Matthew?
- Claire. - I'm here.
Claire!
Claire, this isn't funny!
Down here.
This is real.
This is the furthest I've made in months.
Claire, I'm so sorry.
You look like shit.
It's just I lashed out.
Idiot. I'm so sorry.
You did this for me?
It's supposed to be a surprise.
Claire, I'm really sorry. I'm so-- I'm so sorry.
Hey. It's okay, alright?
We've been cooped up here for a long time.
A home studio.
Wow! Color me shocked.
Make your masterpieces down here.
You got all the time in the world.
Well, no.
Still--
I appreciate it.
What do you mean?
I mean, I'm still dying, Matt. I'm just having a good day.
You're I'm sure.
God, it worked, Claire! You're...
-What worked? -Okay.
Listen, this is what I was trying to
explain to you that night.
I found something that was gonna solve all of our problems,
but it came at a cost.
I didn't know what it was then, but I do now.
-What was it? -Well, it doesn't matter.
It worked. It's real!
-What's real? -It's real. You're healed!
Stop talking like that.
But it worked!
Whatever it is, it didn't!
Just-- uh, just look in the mirror.
Don't insult me! I-- I know what I look like.
You're beautiful.
Claire, it worked.
It worked.
So, I put some hair extensions in
and paint my face, and now I'm beautiful.
Everyone keeps asking me why I stopped chemo.
Yeah.
Why I drink my drinks, why I take my vitamins?
This is why.
This is the result of my decision.
Of course I have some strength back.
Of course I can walk.
Hurts like a bitch, but I can do it.
I'm not cured.
I'm just not sick from the chemo anymore.
I didn't wanna spend the rest of my life
puking into buckets.
I've been through hell for you.
Don't talk to me about hell.
Don't.
I want you back.
I need you to live.
Please.
Come back to me.
It's Gwen.
M-- Matt.
Hello.
Well, I've been calling, and calling, and calling.
Yeah, it's been a little hectic over here.
What did you do?
What do you mean?
I go out of my way to get a blood sample,
which I'm not even supposed to do.
I make it all the way to the lab, right,
only to find it missing from my bag.
But more importantly,
I was doing a favor for an old friend.
And this is how you repay me?
Done and over with.
Good that nothing came of it.
But you need to tell me the truth now.
What the hell is goin' on with you?
We've been pursuing an alternative method,
and I think it's working.
That's all I can say right now.
Look, I want you to know that I am sorry.
I've been through this before.
I've seen it all.
You need to accept that she's...
Things are not gonna go how you want them to go.
Matthew!
I'll call you back.
What is happening to me?
I'm sorry.
I'll be right back. I'm sorry.
- Is it happening again? - Is it happening again?
Is it happening again? Is it happening again?
(On voicemail) This is Al. Leave me one.
The bag will be on the curb.
Come get it or I don't, I don't give a shit.
We're sorry--
Goddammit!
-Shit! -Oh, Lilly, Lilly, Lilly!
Come, come, come here. Come here.
-Is everything alright? -Where's the guy? The guy?
-The guy from the-- -Slow down!
The guy-- the guy right over there. The guy right--
-Right over with the-- -What? What guy?
Oh, fuck. He uh, called you "sweetheart".
He's uh, the drinker right over there.
Oh, I remember him.
Yeah, you remember him. Uh, uh, Al.
-Albert Evans? -I-- I'm sorry.
-I don't even know who he is. -I have to--
do you know who he is? His contact, you know?
-I don't know him, Matt. -Is there--
-did he have any friends? Is... -I-- I don't--
Is he real? Just a real fuckin' person!
I don't know him!
-Oh, fuck. -I'm sorry. I--
I'm never gonna find him.
Oh, fuck it, man. Oh, my God.
I'm never gonna find him.
Let um, just let me get you a drink, okay?
The owner doesn't know him either.
Uh, I texted some of the other bartenders,
but I haven't heard back from anyone yet.
Okay.
Thank you.
I'm really sorry.
How's your mom doin', Lilly?
It's downhill.
It's like...
...living with a ghost.
Then again, it's probably worst for her.
She thinks I'm not her--
I told you this already, didn't I?
Tell me anyway.
It's tough.
God, it is so tough.
But I stick it out.
She would do the same for me, right?
It's such a strange feeling to be hidden in plain...
What?
What are you doing?
You kidding?
Hidden in plain sight.
That's it?
Oh, thank you.
You must be Matthew.
You're early.
You're tired, aren't you?
My dad's finishing up in the basement.
He'll be up as soon as he can.
Would you care to wait in the dining room?
Best seat in the house.
It's uh, is Al okay?
Why wouldn't he be?
You live here with him?
Ever since my diagnosis.
Oh. Uh, I'm sorry.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm much better now. You mustn't worry.
You care for some tea?
Lovely. Coming right up.
Milk and sugar?
It's fine like that.
How's the taste?
Be careful.
Um, how's uh, how's city life?
I don't know how to describe it other than it's alive.
You make it downtown often?
Blue Rock Estate, to be specific.
I saw you at my house.
I saw you in my dreams, too.
You're special, and so is Claire.
It chose us.
The desperate, the damned,
so it can cleanse us.
What?
You haven't seen it yet?
You won't understand until you see.
Peggy, stop!
Go. Please.
-But I just-- -Please.
-He has to understand. -He will. Go.
How'd you find me?
Phonebook.
You could sit. You look tired.
What's goin' on?
I got some fucking questions, Albert.
Well, go ahead and ask.
What the hell is wrong with her?
That's Peggy. She's been like that her whole life.
You should be home, right? This is your last night.
This was supposed to heal her, Al.
It will.
This is warping my brain, man.
I'm-- I'm hearin' shit.
-Did you talk to it? -I'm seein' shit.
Did you look at it?
Goddammit, Al!
Oh, shit, man. You touched it, didn't you?
Everything that you're going through right now,
it's half the cost.
This uh, fear and terror, it's primer.
It's just part of the ritual.
You lied to me.
Uh, I did not lie to you.
You fuckin' lied to me, motherfucker.
Hey, don't talk like that--
-Fuck. So, fuckin' talk! -In my house.
-Talk! No, talk! -This is not the first time
that this conversation's been happening.
This isn't the last time.
It wasn't long ago,
I was sitting where you're sitting.
It's just a matter of time now.
Before what?
What's in it, Al? What's in the bag?
The inevitable.
The rules don't matter. You did the ritual.
It's like a gado or a virus.
The more people have it, the faster it spreads.
It's-- it's-- it's not real.
You wanted to get your wife back
and now that's gonna happen.
It's not real.
Say something real.
You're gonna have to make an adjustment.
And that's just life.
You're gonna have to learn how to roll with the screams,
because believe me, they're gonna get louder.
Your wife needs you
and she's gonna need you a lot.
So, you're gonna have to make some sacrifices.
What do you mean?
I'm talking about love.
There's a lot of people out there
and they say that they'll do anything
to save the one that they love,
but they wouldn't really.
But you and me know better, right?
What's down there?
Go see for yourself.
Go ahead.
When it's time, put her inside it.
Drive safe.
Work sucked. Let's drink.
Sorry, I had to dip out on you last night.
Right now's a bad time.
-I just got here. -You need to go.
Hey, we need to talk.
Talk on the way.
-Where? -The hospital.
No.
Oh. Mattie, I'm so sorry.
No, she's...
No.
She is. Mattie, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry she's dead. I'm sorry.
She's not.
But she's not gone.
-Come on. -What?
- Okay. - What the hell is this?
-Help me move it. -Move it where?
Claire's room.
Man, I don't-- I don't like this.
I don't care!
This is like the toughest thing that--
That anybody ever has to go through.
I'm so fuckin' sorry.
Look, man, I remember when Amy would--
Fuck Amy!
-Hey. Hey, hey, hey! -Cousin, help me!
-Please, help! -Hey, get off of me.
Get off of me! Let go!
Alright!
Alright.
What's in this thing?
I don't know.
-Okay. -Yeah.
- Okay. - Now what?
Get her feet, Harry.
What the fuck are you talkin'? What are you doin', man?
-What? -Get her fuckin' feet, Harry.
Why the fuck do you mean get her feet, Matt?
Get her fucking feet, Harry.
Are you fucking kidding me?
What the fuck do you mean get her feet?
-Are you fucking kidding me? -What the fuck you t--
-No, fuck this, man! -You kidding me, Harry?
No, get the fuck-- Get the fuck off of me!
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
Get off! Fuck!
Sorry.
You gotta help me.
You are not fucking right right now!
I know!
I know.
You gotta help me, Harry.
What is happening in here?
I don't know.
I can't do this.
-This is it? -Yeah.
Yeah.
I can't.
Okay.
Hey, hey.
Matt.
Fuck! Fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Fu--
Fuck.
Jerk.
You saved me.
My bones don't eat. The pain is gone.
My hair is back.
Skin feels soft.
What's the matter?
Don't you think I'm beautiful?
remember?
I was going to die. But you saved me.
I can save you, if you want, Matt.
Is everything okay?
Matt?
Hi. Are you okay?
Of course. Why?
I mean, it sounded pretty bad on the phone.
What was that?
You called me. You called me for help.
Did I?
It's-- it's cold, Gwen, come on. Come inside.
I'll explain everything.
So, what was that on the phone?
Harold and I are building Claire a music studio downstairs.
So, we're movin' a bunch of stuff around.
Must have pocked dialed you. I'm sorry.
Um, where's Harold?
He left.
His truck's outside.
He's downstairs.
Well, um, if everything's okay, I guess I'll get going.
You came all this way, Gwen.
Stay for tea.
How's Claire?
A lot better.
She doesn't have long.
Could be months. Could be weeks.
Look, I know this hasn't been easy on you,
but it's better to start accepting your situation now
than have it forced on you later.
No one's fought harder for Claire than you have.
And I commend you for that.
But the time for hospice is now.
You don't have to shoulder this burden alone
anymore.
Someone comes to you,
and they say,
"If you make a wish, it will come true."
But there's a catch.
If they pluck an eyelash,
and blow it to the winds like a dandelion,
and the wish does come true,
just...
...not the way you thought it would.
So, let me ask you, Gwen,
would you pluck
or not?
We all think we're special, but the truth is we're not.
I'm sorry.
There's no such thing as wishes.
I'd do it all over again.
When you're ready, we could talk about hospice.
I'll be here.
Are you still having nightmares?
Not anymore.
Good.
Hey, do you mind if I actually check on Claire?
I'd love to see her before I leave.
I think she'd like that.
Claire?
Matt?
Come on, Matt, this isn't funny.
It's just this isn't where I pictured things going, you know?
The pain of having to put a complete halt on your life,
to take care of someone else,
knowing they're never gonna get better,
they're just gonna wither and die,
and the last of your memories of them are nothing
but nightmares.
No, I know the feeling,
but it doesn't have to end that way.
Yeah, but look,
I'm thrilled to see you in here again,
but everyone isn't always as lucky as you are.
I'm not that lucky.
It's got nothin' to do with luck.
What-- what do you mean?
Would you do anything to save her?
Absolutely.
No matter the cost?
Anything.
What time do you get off?
An hour.
You live close by?
Not too far. Ten blocks or so.
You pick this up in one hour.
Okay. Thank you.
Alright. Um, in the meantime,
how about a-- how about a drink?
What's your poison?
Two scotches. Neat.
Comin' right up.
Jerk.
Brat.