The.Manhattan.Project (2022) Movie Script
[soft grunt]
[animal grunts]
[jazzy music]
[Bob scattering]
[sighs]
[Bob continues scattering]
[animal groaning]
[Bob]
Just a little bit...
[exhales]
[animal breathing heavily]
[Bob scattering]
Oh, yeah.
[suspenseful music]
[laughs] Wow.
[sighs deeply]
[truck approaching]
[Bob clears throat]
[truck door opens, shuts]
You're late.
[Tom sighs]
Someone hit a deer and left it
bleeding out on the road.
I killed it. Put in my truck.
[wind whistling]
[jazzy music
playing over speakers]
[Bob scattering]
[Tom]
Is that really necessary?
What?
Smoking her glass
every time you make a manhattan.
[scoffs] What do you mean?
Of course it is.
[slurps]
Spent most of the day
over at Ruth Anne's.
She wants
to renovate her kitchen,
do an open concept or whatever.
[sighs] Yeah, I was probably
the fifth guy there that day.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I'm in so much debt,
I'm probably gonna be living
with you and until I'm...
-Uh, forever.
-That wouldn't be so bad.
You want a job?
This place can use an upgrade.
Maybe a, a new marble sink
back-splash above the sink.
Uh, we can knock down
that wall right there,
and make it a concept.
-An open concept.
-Open concept.
Exactly.
Only problem with that is that
you don't have any money either.
-So...
-Well...
[sighs] Oh.
[groaning]
-Christ.
-You okay?
-[breathing heavily]
-Where do you feel it?
It's, it's okay.
It's passing. It's passing.
Just, go get me my pill,
will you, Tom?
[moaning]
What happened?
Where does it hurt?
I don't know.
Somewhere in my chest.
You have to go see a doctor,
Dad. I've been telling you this
for weeks.
Give me a break, will you, Tom?
I just took my medication
too late.
No, don't, you don't
have an episode like this
because you took
your medication 20 minutes late.
You probably have
a pulmonary dysmorphia,
or a [indistinct] starting.
An episode, he says.
Don't be so dramatic.
If, if something happens to me,
I'll just drop dead
and I won't even know about it.
You know it's,
it's better that way.
Yep.
[thuds]
[birds chirping]
-[Tom] Mm.
-[Bob groaning at a distance]
[breathes deeply]
[groaning continues]
-[faint breath]
-[loud thud at a distance]
[Tom]
Dad!
Dad! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Can you hear me?
Dad! Hey.
[suspenseful high-pitched tone]
[echoing]
Dad! Hey!
Daddy.
[tone increases]
[tone faints]
[ethereal music]
[distorted rumbles echoing]
[healthcare machines humming]
[man groaning]
[man continues moaning]
[nurse]
Yes, Mr. Scopasaw.
-I'm here. How can I help you?
-[man groaning]
-Jesus Christ.
-You're weak.
What the hell happened?
How did I get here?
[soft music]
You had a stroke, Dad.
Uh, you've been unconscious
for ten hours.
The doctor said that
you may have even died
for a few minutes.
They're still
running more tests though.
Died?
Yeah, um...
-All I kept thinking was--
-[man moaning]
[Bob]
Tom, Come here.
Yeah.
Get me the fuck outta here,
would you, Son?
Yeah.
Okay, Dad.
Hey.
I got you, relax.
I got it. I got it.
I was, uh, chopping firewood
as I do it every morning.
Yeah. Well,
I recommend that, uh,
Tom does all the heavy lifting
from now on, eh, Bob?
Okay, fine, so I had a stroke.
Can't chop wood anymore.
Look. Thanks, Steve,
for your time, I appreciate it.
-Say hello to Cheryl for me.
-Uh, eh, eh, uh, Bob,
have a seat, there's...
...just one more thing I'd,
I'd like to discuss with you.
Um...
We ran some tests
while you were out.
We ran some tests and, uh...
[sighs] We, uh, we found,
uh, some things... [sighs]
This is harder than I,
uh, harder than I thought.
Well, uh, why don't I just
come out and say it then?
Bob...
...you're in the advanced stages
of a... [sighs]
malignant path of physiology.
-Of what?
-Cancer.
[stutters] Exactly.
Oh, hey, Tom, I almost forgot.
You're, you're a doctor.
Cancer?
No, um, you know,
I'm not a doctor.
I decided to drop out.
Okay. Th-- This doesn't make
any sense.
[Steve]
Listen, I, I understand.
This is,
this is very hard news to take,
ve-- very hard news indeed.
But, listen, there are, uh,
there are treatments
for this sort of situation.
There's chemotherapy.
We can, uh, we can try
radiation treatment.
[dialogue fades]
No. That's not for metastasis.
That's for carcinoma in situ.
Ah, wow, Tom. Tom,
you really know your stuff.
-No, it's, uh, no,
it's not for that.
-[gentle music]
But, uh, it has been recently...
Bob?
Uh... [clears throat]
Bob, are, are, are you,
hey, are you listening?
-Uh, yeah.
-I was, I was just
telling Tom here that, uh,
when, should,
should the time come,
we can, uh, set you up here
and provide you with,
with maximum comfort.
How much time do I have?
[Steve]
Oh, there's,
there's no telling, really.
Um, could be a month.
Could be a year,
could be a week.
How much time...
...until I get symptoms.
Um...
...could be, uh,
could be any day now.
Any day?
[sad music]
[truck engine whirring]
[Bob groaning]
[barfing]
[coughing]
[moans] Oh.
[coughs]
[sighs heavily]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
Hey, hey.
I didn't see the porch light on,
and I thought to myself,
"That porch light
has been on every night
for the last 15 years,
I'd better check
on the old bastard.
Make sure
he didn't fall down the steps
and break his neck." [laughs]
[exhales]
Fucking cold out, isn't it?
Anyway.
I've got to tell you
about what's been happening
with Flow.
See, I got these renters
from the city
and doesn't Flow go and park
her fucking car
on our side
of the property line,
totally blocking in their car.
And then, and then, after that,
she goes over to them when
I'm not home, and tells them
that they can rent her place
next time,
-instead of mine...
-[sighs]
...that she can get them
a better deal.
Can you imagine
the fucking nerve, Bob?
Stealing our, you know, profits.
[exhales]
Anyway,
I says to Mary, I says,
"We should build a fence.
Between our two properties.
This damn high."
Well, I, it sounds like
you've got everything
worked out here, Bill.
And now, if you don't mind,
I've got a splitting headache,
-and I got--
-Oh, sure, Bob.
But, uh, there's just
one more thing.
-Okay.
-You think you could lend
me the money for this fence?
I know, I know,
it's a lot to ask
and, believe me, I would
never ask if it wasn't serious.
But last week we had to get
Mary out the fuckin' bed,
the poor woman weighs
nearly four hundred pounds now
for God's sake.
She can barely move.
It took six of us,
just to lift her,
and tuck her onto the stretcher!
The bill
for the friggin' ambulance
wasn't covered
and cost us over a grand.
Okay, Bill. [groans]
How much you need?
Oh, gee, God bless you, Bob.
Ahem, two thousand.
Yeah. No, wait.
Twenty five hundred
should cover it.
-Twenty five hundred?
-Yeah.
And then, of course,
eventually we're gonna
have to bring her back.
Damn it! [chuckles]
That poor woman.
The love of my life, Bob.
Okay, Bill.
Okay.
-Here you go.
-Oh, gee.
Thank you, Bob.
I'll pay you back, I swear.
Don't mention it. But, hey,
I want you to get Tom involved
with this. Okay?
Pay him a little for his time,
will you?
Oh, no problem, Bob.
-No problem.
-Okay.
How is Mary, anyway?
Oh, she's fine, Bob, she's fine.
Turns out she had a fork
stuck in her side.
Yeah.
[knock on door]
[Tom]
Dad, you awake?
[ethereal music]
Dad?
[knock on door]
[grunting]
[sad gentle music]
[chuckles softly]
[clattering]
[Bob grunts]
Dad, hey, hey, hey.
Let me do that. All right?
-You're not supposed
to exert yourself.
-I'm trying to get
this fucking snow blower
out of the way.
[Tom]
Okay. All right.
Hey, there they are,
my old loungers.
[grunting]
Oh, yeah.
[sighing]
Your mother and I used to sit
in these chairs all summer long.
And what do you need
these for anyways?
It's the middle of winter.
[sighs]
Dad?
Hey, you wanna go for a ride?
[rock music playing on radio]
[Bob groaning softly]
[Tom]
You okay?
[groans] Yeah, yeah, I just,
just got a little dizzy,
that's all.
-Oof.
-The hospital's right down
the road.
Why don't you let me drive?
Okay?
Actually,
I want to go
to the liquor store.
-A liquor store?
-Yeah.
Dad, we've got
an appointment with the doctor
to talk about your options.
Why do you want to go
to the liquor store for?
Options? Are you,
are you buying the doctors crap?
Actually, I did
some research last night,
and there's some things
that we can do to try
to slow down the growth,
give you a little bit more time.
To when? Until I become
a vegetable and I, I can't hear?
I can't see and shit in the bed?
No, no, no, no, no.
Bob Bevenah likes Bob Bevenah
just the way he is.
I don't want any
goddamn fucking...
-Hey!
-Oh.
-Hey, hey, calm down, okay?
-[groaning]
You're gonna make yourself
pass out.
Let's get you some fresh air
for a minute, okay?
Yeah, yeah.
[sad music]
I appreciate all the research
you did, Tom.
I, I really do, but...
...I don't want to spend
any time in the hospital
with those prissy nurses
coming in every half an hour.
As if there wasn't
a dying man lying there.
-I'll be with you, Dad.
-I know.
But this... That's not,
that's not the point,
-Okay.
-[sighs deeply]
So we get you a bed at home
and a hospice worker will come--
Four hours a day.
What the hell are we supposed
to do the rest of the time?
I told you, I'll be there.
No, It's too much, Tom.
It's too much of a burden.
Eventually,
I won't be able to eat.
What are you gonna do, feed me?
Then I'll be crapping myself.
No, no, I won't allow it.
[sighs] There used to be a man
who lived across the lake, uh,
Cole Stupar,
I think his name was.
You were just a boy then.
Lived alone, his kids hated him
for some reason.
One day he falls, busts a hip
and ends up in a wheelchair.
After a few weeks, he realizes
he can't go downtown.
You can't go up the stairs.
[soft melancholic music]
So one night...
...dead of winter...
[suspenseful music]
...he wheels himself out on the
ice with a bucket of whiskey.
And he's wearing
his summer clothing.
Yeah, I'm talking about T-shirt
and, and, and shorts.
And he starts drinking.
For hours, dipping his cup
in whiskey and drinking,
and dipping his cup,
and, and drinking...
...until he just passes out.
And eventually...
...they find him
completely frozen.
-Poor guy.
-No.
You're kidding?
Everybody thought it was a,
uh, an accident.
"Poor guy"?
It dawned on me the other day,
[stutters] he was a genius.
You know, I mean,
he drank until he couldn't feel
the cold anymore.
Got to be out with the trees,
and the fresh air,
and the, and the stars.
"Poor guy," no.
All r--
Uh, all right, but, fuck, is
that really what you wanna do?
Yeah, that's
what I really wanna do.
You and me, out on the lake...
Hopefully, they'll be stars out.
[melancholic music]
[doorbell chimes]
[grunts]
I've never been a man
of expensive tastes,
but this is gonna make
a great manhattan.
Okay.
[ambient music
playing over speakers]
Hi, your total is $677.32.
Six hundred?
[Bob]
That's okay.
All right.
Have a nice d-- Oh, wait.
Something's not right here.
-Is there a problem?
-No.
-[stutters] Yeah,
I, like, charged you too much.
-[sighs angrily]
[cashier]
Hey, manager to the front desk.
I charged you for 33 bottles
instead of three.
Three, thirty-three,
-there really isn't much
of a difference--
-Sir.
It is against our policy
to have a discrepancy
in product inventory.
Would you hurry the fuck up?
Cool it, Maurice.
[Maurice]
Listen, I do a lot of stuff
for this town,
and every so often,
I think I'm entitled
to a little R and R.
And then somebody like you
comes along,
and messes everything up.
We're just gonna take
the bottles in, okay?
You can keep the money.
But...
[Bob chuckles]
Oh.
Damn!
[Flow]
You know, if he builds
that fence, I won't be able
to get through my front door
unless I walk down the hill.
-I'm too old for that, Bob.
-Flow.
Really? This is the worst time
to do this.
I, I can't worry
about these things right now.
What are you doing?
I-- I've got this damn rash.
Look, why don't,
why don't you just put a road in
from the hill to your door?
And, that way,
everybody's happy.
I don't have
that kind of money, Bob.
I don't know
what to tell you, Flow.
Hmm.
If Jillian was still here,
she'd help me. I know she would.
[melancholic music]
[sighs heavily]
Okay, okay.
[Flow]
What are you doing?
This is a blank check.
Yep.
I trust you,
just put your road in.
Oh, Bob, that's wonderful.
I will find a way
to repay you, Bob.
Okay.
[Tom clears throat]
Say, you,
you guys gonna have a party?
[thunder rumbles]
I'm all finished now.
-[young Bob] Hi.
-[Tom as a child] Hi.
[young Bob]
Are you in the water
all by yourself?
[Tom as a child]
Yeah. No.
[indistinct chatter]
[young Bob]
There she is.
How about your daddy?
[indistinct chatter]
[young Bob]
How about you get dressed?
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[melancholic music continues]
[Bob sighs]
[folk music]
[singer scattering]
[wind whistling]
[crying]
[Bob]
Tom.
[sighs]
Hey, what the hell
are you doing?
Hey, Tom. How's it going?
What are you doing?
What? I'm doing
what we talked about.
Well, what if somebody sees you?
Now you're not
even wearing a jacket.
-You can't start
without a jacket on.
-[exhales sharply]
[stutters] You got to let
the alcohol set in first.
-Dad, you're shivering.
-Yeah.
Temperature reads
minus twenty five.
That is perfect
freezing weather.
Yeah, Dad, look,
I've been thinking.
No. Hopefully,
all these clouds will pass.
-Yeah, listen--
-And then we're gonna have
all kinds of wonderful stars.
-That's if I live that long.
-[shouts] Dad.
What?
I think we need to just take
a minute here and slow down.
Just found out two days ago
and already you're suited up
and you're ready to go?
Yeah, I'm ready to go.
What am I waiting for?
It's just...
It's all happening
so fast, you know?
Not fast enough.
[melancholic music]
Look, yeah, I know it's fast.
But pretty soon you're gonna be
mopping me up all over the floor
to wait it out
in pain and panic.
I thought we learned our lesson
by watching your mother
go through the same thing.
No, Dad, look, uh...
Yeah, I get it.
You know, it was just...
I want to make sure that...
...you've put everything
in order.
Oh, hey,
I swept up this morning.
I put everything in boxes,
so you can use the room
for storage.
No, Dad, that's not what I'm...
Oh, gee, I'm sorry.
Yeah, you know, it...
It's not really anything
that we've ever talked about.
You know, I don't even know
if we have a will or not and...
Dad?
[sighs] Oh, I am so sorry.
I can be so selfish at times.
You know,
getting into my own crap.
What are you doing?
I'm making it right.
You get everything.
What is this?
That's a blank check.
-A blank check?
-Yeah.
Christ, Dad, I don't,
uh, I don't get it with you.
All right? I'm talking
about proper paperwork here.
What do you want me to do?
If you wait to get
proper paperwork,
you might as well
send me to hospice.
[speakers buzzing]
[wind whistling]
[sad music]
[grunts]
[Bob]
Ah, there's no stars tonight.
[soft music
playing over speakers]
It won't be ideal, but...
...it'll do.
You know...
...I'm already feeling
the alcohol.
Yeah, you've been drinking
all night.
Mm.
Gonna try to take my gloves off.
How does that feel?
Not too bad.
You can try the boots now.
[distant thud]
Shit.
You hear that?
That's the water...
...running under the ice.
Listen, I, I wanted to...
...thank you
for all this. [exhales]
-For all what?
-I don't think
there are a lot of men,
who have the guts to do
what you're doing.
Yeah, well...
Hey!
The stars are coming out.
I don't know how much
of a man I really am.
Don't they just make you
feel so small?
[Bill laughs]
Look at these two guys
right here,
getting it together
in the middle of the lake,
-Listen here. Bill.
-Nice. Nice.
Bill, we're in the middle
of something here and, uh...
Well...
[sighs]
I haven't seen the stars
in days.
And neither have I.
[Bill]
The night is young,
and you, my friend... [chuckles]
are not. [laughs]
So, you've got the stereo
and everything.
And, boy,
look at all that booze.
You guys sure know
how to throw a party. [laughs]
Hey, Bob...
Yeah, Bill.
...did you forget your shoes
or something?
And you're not wearing
any gloves.
-Wait a minute.
-[sighs]
Where's your coat?
It's minus thirty out here.
Yeah, I, I was warm, Bill,
can't a guy get warm?
Besides... [coughs]
the, the cold... [coughs]
The cold is really good...
[coughing]
The cold is really good
for your extremities, you know,
and... [coughs]
your mind being out in nature.
-[coughing]
-Hey, you okay, Dad?
Bob, that doesn't make
any sense.
-Fuck.
-I didn't hit him that hard,
did I?
Jesus. Fuck!
Wait a minute.
What's going on here?
[sighs heavily]
[crying]
[sniffles]
Oh, oh.
I can't believe
that this is happening to me.
My one true friend in this town
is gonna die.
That can't be true.
Is that true, Tom?
-Yeah, it's true.
-[Bill] Oh, God.
Can't the doctors slow it down?
Give you more time?
These doctors, Bill,
they're full of false hope.
Uh, my time has come.
The only cure for me now
is the cold.
Yeah. Bob,
but to freeze yourself to death
out in the middle of a lake?
That's the most awful thing
I think I've ever heard.
Aren't you upset?
Aren't you scared, Bob?
Now, don't you see?
That's just it.
I'm not, I'm not scared at all.
Look...
...I had a fall the other day.
I was out for a while. Even,
even dead, the doctors think.
But I remember everything.
I was in this
most beautiful place,
and, and Jill was there.
And time just seemed
to just go on forever.
[Bill]
Yeah, but, but, Bob,
that was just a dream.
It was all just up here.
[stutters]
That's just it.
I'm not going anywhere else.
So I have been
through it already.
And, uh, there's not--
nothing to be afraid of.
Not, not a thing.
Hmm. What about you, Tom?
Well, how do you feel
about all this?
-Well, I mean--
-I mean, what are you gonna do
when he's gone?
I don't know. [chuckles softly]
Uh, I was thinking
about maybe heading out West,
drifting around a bit
until I can figure out
what to do with my life.
[Bill]
Drifting around?
I never did any drifting around.
I never drifted
my whole stupid life.
Oh, God.
I've wasted my life.
I, I'm gonna change.
I'm gonna lead
a better life from now on.
I'll be a, a better husband.
A better father.
How about being
a better neighbor?
I mean,
this thing with you and Flow,
how about dropping that?
Maybe I can get
some of my money back.
A better neighbor?
Okay.
Shit, I'm gonna miss you.
[grunts]
Do you remember
the time we all went camping?
And before you knew it, that
bear was eating all our food.
-I remember. Yeah, I remember.
-[laughing]
You farted so loud
the bastard ran away.
You were there, eh, Tom?
What the hell is he doing?
Diabetes.
Man alive!
You guys
with your health issues.
[sighs] Anyway, I'm glad
we had this little talk.
Me too.
-You take care of yourself, Bob.
-Thanks.
Yeah, bon voyage.
Hey, Bill,
can you do us a favor, please?
Sure. Anything, anything.
We're trying to keep this
amongst ourselves.
Uh, what we're doing here
isn't exactly legal.
-All right.
-Is that, I,
I don't think it is.
-Right.
-Um...
-Aye.
-Bill?
Bi-- Bill...
Bill!
[coughing]
[panting]
-Let's get you to bed. Okay?
-Yeah.
[groans, coughs]
Do you really thinking
of going out West?
Yeah, I've been thinking
about it.
Got a friend up there who might
be able to get me some work.
So... [sighs]
Yeah, I don't know.
[coughing]
God, this is really bad.
Take an aspirin.
What's that gonna do for me?
I mean, really,
what's it gonna do for me?
For my body? I want to know.
-Um...
-[coughs]
Well, uh...
Pain is really
just inflammation.
Caused by enzymes
that produce prostaglandins.
And an aspirin is this thing
that inhibits cyclooxygenase-1.
-No, wait.
-Ahh.
Uh, maybe it's cyclooxygenase-2,
but either way...
...aspirin definitely
inhibits this.
Which is a precursor...
...for pain.
[melancholic music]
That's really good, Tom.
You really know your stuff.
[coughs]
[phone dialing]
[dial tone]
[phone ringing]
[several phones ringing]
[Bob]
Stan. Hi.
Yeah, I'm, I'm good.
Thank you. How, how are you?
Good, good.
Really? [chuckles] That's great.
[shouts] What?
No, no, that's, that's crazy.
I'm perfectly fine.
I'm all right.
No, no, uh, don't worry
about me. I'm, I'm fine.
Bob? Bob?
Oh, there you are, Bob.
-Bob.
-Jesus, Flow.
Bob, I heard some wonderful news
last night through my window.
Bill is going to stop
this fence business.
And it's all thanks to you.
So I brought your check back.
-Oh, well. Ah.
-[telephone rings]
Christ.
I, I also heard you are sick.
-And you're going
to kill yourself.
-Ah.
-Well, [stutters] the rumors
in this town, that's just crazy.
-[telephone ringing]
I'm fine. But, listen, Tom
and I, we're going to be late.
-So we have to go.
-Bob, I can help you.
You know I'm a healer, Bob.
Have you ever heard
of the Ethalisplant?
-[telephone continues ringing]
-It cured my rash.
-Christ.
-Yes.
Even Jesus Christ
used this plant.
It's a really ancient remedy
that's been handed down
through time.
And now studies
at the University of, um, oh...
-[telephone ringing]
-...the, they're starting
to show it is curing cancer.
So, I could come by
later on tonight,
and mix some up,
and put it on your body.
[telephone continues ringing]
[Bob]
Don't stop,
keep going, keep going.
Hey, Bob, we brought you a pie.
[soft country music]
-Welcome to the Arlington.
-Hey, Reg.
-You open?
-Yes.
Hi, Bob. Hi, Tom.
Okay if we take a seat
at the bar?
[soft country music
playing over speakers]
One beer for buddy
and a manhattan.
-[Bob] Ah, thanks, Reg.
-[Reg] Cheers.
[moans pleasantly]
Pretty cold out there.
Yep. [exhales deeply]
[door opens]
[Reg]
I don't know
what the big fuss is about.
"If I accept death in my life...
...acknowledge it
and face it squarely...
...then I'm relieved
of the agony of death.
And the pettiness of life."
So many of us never accept
the mortality of our lives.
The finality of our days.
The banality of the end.
But then I see you here,
and I realize
that's not the case.
But this is our community too.
No, don't say anything
in front of the kids.
Oh, hi, Bob.
Joe,
Mary.
I think I'll go take a piss.
[Reg]
How are you doing, Tom?
I'm good.
You?
How are you doing
with all of this?
Oh.
Yeah, I'm fine.
You know,
that's what he wants to do.
You know, sometimes I just...
I think he's in denial.
Not that, that he's not scared.
That he's... that he's ready.
You know, that may be
because you're not his age yet.
Something happens
when you get older.
Yeah.
Maybe.
I just wish there was something
I could do, you know?
I lost my father
when I was about your age.
And suddenly...
...very suddenly...
...one day he was here...
...and the next...
We weren't close
like you and Bob,
but I can't stop thinking
that there was something
I could have done
to make his life
a little better.
I mean, I know I, I couldn't
stop him from dying, but...
...if there was just something
I could have done to make him...
...feel happier.
But then I realized
that the best thing I could do
for him and myself too
was to show him
who I really was.
The good and the ugly,
as they say.
Yeah.
Well...
Who I am right now isn't really
making sense to me, so...
-...I don't know
what I would show him.
-[door creaks]
Only a dead man
is without contradiction.
[footsteps approaching]
[Bob]
Come on, Tom.
There you go, Reg.
Keep it. [sighs]
Thanks very much for the drink.
[Reg]
You take care.
-Good to see you, Tom.
-You, too.
Excuse me, Maurice,
we're on our way out.
You and I need
to have a little chat.
-No, we don't.
-Listen.
The whole town is going crazy,
because of this insanity
you've gotten into.
What do you say we just sit down
and talk about your options?
I mean, my daughter's a PSW
for Christ's sake.
Uh, she could come by the house.
We could get you a nice bed.
One of those good ones,
you know, with the remote
that makes it go up and down.
[Bob]
I don't think so.
So do you just want to die?
Is that it?
That's right.
I suppose it's because
of all those years you spent,
uh, meditating
in the mountains of...
[chuckles]
...with that, with the monks.
[Bob]
No.
Never did that.
But it was all the years
that I spent
with all you people here,
and Jillian and Tom,
and the quiet nights,
looking up at the stars.
Thatwas my meditation.
Get out of my way.
You won't get away with this,
Bob.
Think about the children.
[door creaks]
-Asshole.
-[door closes]
[sighs, clears throat]
Well...
[Tom]
Are you sure about this?
[Bob]
Yeah, just one more push.
[Bob groaning]
Nobody's gonna find us up here.
Your mother and I
used to sit up here and talk...
...for hours.
[sighs] I died the day
I married your mother.
And then again when I had you.
Oh, thanks.
You know what I mean.
What was that you were saying
about not being a big man?
Or something?
What?
Last night on the ice.
I did?
I just, uh...
I must've had too much to drink.
I guess I was just, uh...
...thinking, you know.
I mean, I'm 30.
And I don't even have a job.
[chuckles]
I've got this massive debt.
[sighs]
I mean,
what kind of an adult am I?
Come on. You're still young
and we're working on that debt.
Once I pass...
[Tom]
Yeah, I know. It's just...
I'm finding it hard
to find the point anymore.
What point?
In anything.
You know, in, in doing...
...anything.
Uh, here I am in medical school,
and I think that I'm,
I'm gonna be doing
something really good.
You know, I think I'm gonna be
saving lives, but...
-God, Tom,
you're a good looking boy.
-[chuckles nervously]
You're gonna find a job.
And a nice girl.
Have some kids.
No, no. Every relationship
that I've ever had
has started off great
and ended in a nightmare.
-So...
-Your mom and I
had a good relationship.
Yeah, exactly!
Or you wouldn't know anything
about this. You're just...
[melancholic music]
No, uh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Look, I've already decided,
You know I'm,
I'm gonna be alone, you know.
-Tom.
-I mean,
I mean, what kind of life
could a woman expect with me
anyway? You know. [scoffs]
If I don't take absolute perfect
care of my blood sugar,
if I'm, if I'm not on the ball
with my levels every single day,
then, then, then,
I'm not gonna live very long.
You know, or,
or I might lose a foot
and she'd have to take care
of me and... [sighs]
No, no, no.
No, no. It wouldn't,
that wouldn't be fair to her,
you know?
[sighs deeply]
Tom...
Uh...
Yeah, uh...
I'm sorry. I, uh...
I don't know what I'm talking
about. [chuckles nervously]
I guess I'm just a bit, uh...
[sighs]
A bit confused
with everything that's happening
with you right now and, uh...
[sighs deeply]
-[sits with a thud]
-Hey, I just don't think
you're seeing, uh...
[tense music]
[panting]
Tom?
Come on, buddy.
Everything's gonna be okay. Tom?
[Tom sighs]
-Tom, are you feeling okay?
-No, I think I...
I took too much insulin.
Shit. That's not good,
Tom, right?
-No, no, I just...
-All right. All right.
All right, look, look, come on.
Let me get a hold,
get you out of here.
It's gonna be all right.
Just take it easy.
-Watch your step here.
-[panting]
Right here. [indistinct]
There you go. There you go.
-[Tom groans]
-Oh.
[both groan]
Oh, fuck.
That really hurts.
-[groans]
-All right. Relax, man.
Oh, fuck.
All right, all right.
Relax your body, man.
We'll get--
we'll get you out of here.
-[groans]
-Don't, don't worry about it.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-All right, let's get up.
-[groans]
-Oh, fuck. [grunts]
Relax, buddy. I'll get you out
of here? Don't worry.
[coughing]
[groaning and coughing]
Hello?
Help!
[Tom groaning]
[Bob coughing]
-[groaning]
-Shh, okay, it's all right.
Hello. Help.
-[groaning]
-Please, help.
[indistinct talking]
Order.
Order people.
We are not talking
about throwing the man
-a goddamn farewell party.
-[man in audience] We're not?
What he's doing goes against
the fabric of this whole town,
It-- The whole society,
the whole country
[chattering]
We need to think about
the community here, people.
There are children.
Now, I don't know about you,
but I don't want my grandkids
catching wind of this
and thinking that they can
freeze their way to heaven.
Out on the goddamn ice.
-[chattering]
-[woman] Hi, everyone.
Nice to see you again,
Barb. Jimbo.
Well, I just think that the best
thing for all of us here
is to let the police go over
there and take care of it.
[chattering]
-[woman 2] Now, that way--
-[blows raspberry]
That way, the pressure's off
of all of us,
and they can stop 'em.
-Right?
-[audience murmurs]
[Flow]
You people are amazing.
Worried about no one
but yourselves.
What about Bob?
Can't you see
it's a cry for help?
He's depressed.
Ahh, you don't know
what you're talking about.
-You're the one
that's depressed. Yeah.
-[audience chattering]
[woman 3]
Oh, yeah? Suck on your cooler.
Jesus, she's nothing
but depressed, you know that.
[bangs on podium] Order.
[audience chattering]
Let the man die.
[Tom groaning]
[tense music]
It's okay. [panting]
You're gonna get out of this.
You're gonna find a good job.
-And a good girl.
-[groaning]
Shh, shh, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.
Shh, relax. Relax.
[Maurice]
If you ask me,
it's that son of his
that's put this idea
in his head.
Uh, we all know
he's a failed medical student.
He must be a couple hundred
thousand in debt by now.
[pig chewing]
I say we go over there right now
and tell him how we feel.
-Yeah.
-[audience murmurs in agreement]
[woman 4]
Come on.
[audience chattering]
[man]
I knew I had a beer somewhere...
[woman 5]
I know, right?
-[Tom groaning]
-Easy, easy.
Hello.
-[groaning]
-Easy. Hello, help.
Over here. Please.
Help us.
It's okay.
Help.
Please.
Move over here, please.
You've got to get him home.
Please, God.
[man]
All right, okay.
[tense music]
[Bob]
Right here. Right here.
Just set him down gently.
All right, relax. Relax.
Think good things, man.
-We got you. We got you, buddy.
-[groaning]
Oh, shit! How do you do this?
Tom! Tom,
how did he do this, buddy?
-Your insulin,
how do you do the insulin?
-Not insulin.
-Oh, God.
-Shit. Right.
Not more insulin,
you idiot, Bob.
Yeah, more insulin
would have killed him.
Okay, I got it, buddy.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
Just hold on there.
Tom?
My brother's a diabetic.
Oh, man.
Thank you. Thank you.
We're right here, buddy.
Okay, here it comes.
Here it comes.
Just relax your body. Relax.
Here you go.
-Okay. It's in. Yeah.
-[sighs in relief]
Just relax.
Okay. You're good.
-[sighs]
-Okay. Just relax.
It's okay.
Just think of stars, man.
Think of stars.
Think of the sky.
Think of the wind
blowing the trees.
Yeah, relax.
You're gonna be good, boy.
Yeah.
Relax, there you go.
There you go.
Hey, he's back!
It worked.
My boy, Tom.
Jesus.
You scared the shit out of me.
Oh, those are
the renters next door.
That's Jake and Samantha,
and they've got a friend
named Melissa.
[coughs]
Jesus, Dad.
That's a lot of blood.
[Bob]
Never mind that.
You're better now,
that's all that matters.
Now you and I have to have
a little chat.
You're not happy.
[coughs]
[melancholic music]
Dad. What? What,
that stuff I said in the forest?
I, I was overdosing insulin.
I don't know what I was saying.
[Bob]
I've known you all your life.
I know when there is
something wrong
with my son. [coughs]
Look, I just think...
I, I, I don't think you, you're
getting the whole picture, Son.
[vehicle approaching]
Dad.
[people chattering
at a distance]
[echoing]
Dad?
[tense music]
[healthcare machine beeping]
Dad?
Tom?
Yeah. You with us?
Jesus Christ!
What are you people
doing in my house?
The fine people of this town
have come here to object
to what it is
you're doing here today.
But just think
about the bad press
and what that's going
to do to our...
...tourism season.
[Flow]
That's not entirely true, Bob.
Some of us are here
because we want to help you.
Look, I brought
the Ethalisplant.
You just need a little hope.
Have you people never seen
a dying man before?
I mean, look at him.
Pretty soon he's not gonna
be able to, uh, to eat,
to, to go to the bathroom,
to move his arms or even speak.
I mean, what the fuck is that?
That's the same thing
that happened to Mom.
Jillian was an angel.
-[crowd murmurs] Yeah, yeah.
-[man] Yes, she was.
Yeah. She was.
But not in the end.
You know, in,
in the end she, she was,
she was angry and she was upset.
And, and she was scared
out of her fucking mind.
And we never got a chance
to say goodbye.
You know, not...
Not properly.
[Maurice clapping]
Very nice performance,
young man.
But I think we all know
what your father's death
is gonna mean to you
and that hefty debt of yours.
I say this was all your idea.
That's right.
-I call bullshit.
-You son of a bitch.
My son has every right
to that money,
and you're not gonna do
a damn thing about it.
All right? Do you hear me?
Fine. You want me to rub plants
all over my face?
Look at that. Look, huh.
You're happy, huh?
You wanna watch me piss blood
and shit all over the floor
for the next two months?
You got it. Anything you want,
but no one is getting my son
in trouble. Do you understand?
And I swear, I promise you that
with my dying breath.
[coughing]
Maurice.
Best case scenario,
you've got what, ten years left?
You can count that out.
One, two--
I get the picture.
One year you're playing golf.
The next year,
you're fucking your wife.
-[coughing]
-Oh, my!
Oh, Lucy.
Lucy, for God's sakes.
Lucy, you should be home
right now
preparing for this
because you're next.
You're all next.
[coughs]
[crowd murmurs]
[Lucy]
That's very rude, young man.
I'll have you know,
I'm very well prepared.
[coughing]
Bah.
I've seen enough.
You can go ahead and have
your little ceremony on the ice.
But I don't want any of this
leaving this room.
Do you hear me?
Let's keep this quiet.
Anybody asks what happened here,
Bob died of natural causes,
And I don't want anybody
saying anything about Tom.
Not to the police.
Not to anybody.
Just do it at night when no one
can see for God's sake.
[crowd murmurs]
Bob, are you okay, Bob?
Yeah, I, I'm fine, Flow.
Thank you.
Bob, I, I wrote you
a little poem...
-Oh, boy.
-...that I thought might help
you through all this.
Hey, Bob.
Gee, what a show that was.
[chuckles]
Didn't see that coming.
[clears throat]
Are you all right?
Can I, can I get you something?
Can I get you some water?
-[Bob coughing]
-Yeah.
-Okay.
-[gentle music]
"Breath deep,
deeply where you cannot
breathe deeply,
love where you cannot love
no one anymore."
[snorts]
Excuse me, Reginald.
Sorry, uh, please proceed.
[sighs heavily]
"Travel far, far, far
into the distance
where I cannot go.
Where I cannot follow.
I ask of you, stay,
stay where you cannot stay.
You who cannot..."
I, I mean, sorry.
"Sit.
Sit where there are no chairs,
so you can see.
But you cannot see a rising sun,
where there is no sun rising."
Goodbye, Bob.
Thank you for coming.
We will stay here.
I've never had a manhattan.
Ooh, that's pretty good.
[crowd shouts]
To Bob.
[clattering at a distance]
-Oh, for God's sakes.
-What is that?
-I thought we were
done with this.
-Me too.
Hey, Phil, come on, now.
Time to go home.
[people chattering on TV]
[imitates Lucy]
That was, uh, rudeyoung man.
[both laughing]
[wind whistling]
["Into Thin Air"
by Nathaniel Edgar]
When I look up at the pines
I lay back
and stretch out time
Blue lake
and grey rocky shore
Tall trees and stars
forever more
Worry and toil
leave their scars
But they disappear
under planets and stars
I'll smile, I'll wave
They'll just stare
Then I'll disappear
Into thin air
We're riding on a rock
In the sky
Spinning so fast as we fly
Once I was so scared
to leave
I'm ready now
There's no need to grieve
Worry and toil
leave their scars
But they disappear
under planets and stars
I'll smile, I'll wave
They'll just stare
Then I'll disappear
I'll disappear
I'll disappear
Into thin air
[melancholic music]
[animal grunts]
[jazzy music]
[Bob scattering]
[sighs]
[Bob continues scattering]
[animal groaning]
[Bob]
Just a little bit...
[exhales]
[animal breathing heavily]
[Bob scattering]
Oh, yeah.
[suspenseful music]
[laughs] Wow.
[sighs deeply]
[truck approaching]
[Bob clears throat]
[truck door opens, shuts]
You're late.
[Tom sighs]
Someone hit a deer and left it
bleeding out on the road.
I killed it. Put in my truck.
[wind whistling]
[jazzy music
playing over speakers]
[Bob scattering]
[Tom]
Is that really necessary?
What?
Smoking her glass
every time you make a manhattan.
[scoffs] What do you mean?
Of course it is.
[slurps]
Spent most of the day
over at Ruth Anne's.
She wants
to renovate her kitchen,
do an open concept or whatever.
[sighs] Yeah, I was probably
the fifth guy there that day.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I'm in so much debt,
I'm probably gonna be living
with you and until I'm...
-Uh, forever.
-That wouldn't be so bad.
You want a job?
This place can use an upgrade.
Maybe a, a new marble sink
back-splash above the sink.
Uh, we can knock down
that wall right there,
and make it a concept.
-An open concept.
-Open concept.
Exactly.
Only problem with that is that
you don't have any money either.
-So...
-Well...
[sighs] Oh.
[groaning]
-Christ.
-You okay?
-[breathing heavily]
-Where do you feel it?
It's, it's okay.
It's passing. It's passing.
Just, go get me my pill,
will you, Tom?
[moaning]
What happened?
Where does it hurt?
I don't know.
Somewhere in my chest.
You have to go see a doctor,
Dad. I've been telling you this
for weeks.
Give me a break, will you, Tom?
I just took my medication
too late.
No, don't, you don't
have an episode like this
because you took
your medication 20 minutes late.
You probably have
a pulmonary dysmorphia,
or a [indistinct] starting.
An episode, he says.
Don't be so dramatic.
If, if something happens to me,
I'll just drop dead
and I won't even know about it.
You know it's,
it's better that way.
Yep.
[thuds]
[birds chirping]
-[Tom] Mm.
-[Bob groaning at a distance]
[breathes deeply]
[groaning continues]
-[faint breath]
-[loud thud at a distance]
[Tom]
Dad!
Dad! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Can you hear me?
Dad! Hey.
[suspenseful high-pitched tone]
[echoing]
Dad! Hey!
Daddy.
[tone increases]
[tone faints]
[ethereal music]
[distorted rumbles echoing]
[healthcare machines humming]
[man groaning]
[man continues moaning]
[nurse]
Yes, Mr. Scopasaw.
-I'm here. How can I help you?
-[man groaning]
-Jesus Christ.
-You're weak.
What the hell happened?
How did I get here?
[soft music]
You had a stroke, Dad.
Uh, you've been unconscious
for ten hours.
The doctor said that
you may have even died
for a few minutes.
They're still
running more tests though.
Died?
Yeah, um...
-All I kept thinking was--
-[man moaning]
[Bob]
Tom, Come here.
Yeah.
Get me the fuck outta here,
would you, Son?
Yeah.
Okay, Dad.
Hey.
I got you, relax.
I got it. I got it.
I was, uh, chopping firewood
as I do it every morning.
Yeah. Well,
I recommend that, uh,
Tom does all the heavy lifting
from now on, eh, Bob?
Okay, fine, so I had a stroke.
Can't chop wood anymore.
Look. Thanks, Steve,
for your time, I appreciate it.
-Say hello to Cheryl for me.
-Uh, eh, eh, uh, Bob,
have a seat, there's...
...just one more thing I'd,
I'd like to discuss with you.
Um...
We ran some tests
while you were out.
We ran some tests and, uh...
[sighs] We, uh, we found,
uh, some things... [sighs]
This is harder than I,
uh, harder than I thought.
Well, uh, why don't I just
come out and say it then?
Bob...
...you're in the advanced stages
of a... [sighs]
malignant path of physiology.
-Of what?
-Cancer.
[stutters] Exactly.
Oh, hey, Tom, I almost forgot.
You're, you're a doctor.
Cancer?
No, um, you know,
I'm not a doctor.
I decided to drop out.
Okay. Th-- This doesn't make
any sense.
[Steve]
Listen, I, I understand.
This is,
this is very hard news to take,
ve-- very hard news indeed.
But, listen, there are, uh,
there are treatments
for this sort of situation.
There's chemotherapy.
We can, uh, we can try
radiation treatment.
[dialogue fades]
No. That's not for metastasis.
That's for carcinoma in situ.
Ah, wow, Tom. Tom,
you really know your stuff.
-No, it's, uh, no,
it's not for that.
-[gentle music]
But, uh, it has been recently...
Bob?
Uh... [clears throat]
Bob, are, are, are you,
hey, are you listening?
-Uh, yeah.
-I was, I was just
telling Tom here that, uh,
when, should,
should the time come,
we can, uh, set you up here
and provide you with,
with maximum comfort.
How much time do I have?
[Steve]
Oh, there's,
there's no telling, really.
Um, could be a month.
Could be a year,
could be a week.
How much time...
...until I get symptoms.
Um...
...could be, uh,
could be any day now.
Any day?
[sad music]
[truck engine whirring]
[Bob groaning]
[barfing]
[coughing]
[moans] Oh.
[coughs]
[sighs heavily]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
Hey, hey.
I didn't see the porch light on,
and I thought to myself,
"That porch light
has been on every night
for the last 15 years,
I'd better check
on the old bastard.
Make sure
he didn't fall down the steps
and break his neck." [laughs]
[exhales]
Fucking cold out, isn't it?
Anyway.
I've got to tell you
about what's been happening
with Flow.
See, I got these renters
from the city
and doesn't Flow go and park
her fucking car
on our side
of the property line,
totally blocking in their car.
And then, and then, after that,
she goes over to them when
I'm not home, and tells them
that they can rent her place
next time,
-instead of mine...
-[sighs]
...that she can get them
a better deal.
Can you imagine
the fucking nerve, Bob?
Stealing our, you know, profits.
[exhales]
Anyway,
I says to Mary, I says,
"We should build a fence.
Between our two properties.
This damn high."
Well, I, it sounds like
you've got everything
worked out here, Bill.
And now, if you don't mind,
I've got a splitting headache,
-and I got--
-Oh, sure, Bob.
But, uh, there's just
one more thing.
-Okay.
-You think you could lend
me the money for this fence?
I know, I know,
it's a lot to ask
and, believe me, I would
never ask if it wasn't serious.
But last week we had to get
Mary out the fuckin' bed,
the poor woman weighs
nearly four hundred pounds now
for God's sake.
She can barely move.
It took six of us,
just to lift her,
and tuck her onto the stretcher!
The bill
for the friggin' ambulance
wasn't covered
and cost us over a grand.
Okay, Bill. [groans]
How much you need?
Oh, gee, God bless you, Bob.
Ahem, two thousand.
Yeah. No, wait.
Twenty five hundred
should cover it.
-Twenty five hundred?
-Yeah.
And then, of course,
eventually we're gonna
have to bring her back.
Damn it! [chuckles]
That poor woman.
The love of my life, Bob.
Okay, Bill.
Okay.
-Here you go.
-Oh, gee.
Thank you, Bob.
I'll pay you back, I swear.
Don't mention it. But, hey,
I want you to get Tom involved
with this. Okay?
Pay him a little for his time,
will you?
Oh, no problem, Bob.
-No problem.
-Okay.
How is Mary, anyway?
Oh, she's fine, Bob, she's fine.
Turns out she had a fork
stuck in her side.
Yeah.
[knock on door]
[Tom]
Dad, you awake?
[ethereal music]
Dad?
[knock on door]
[grunting]
[sad gentle music]
[chuckles softly]
[clattering]
[Bob grunts]
Dad, hey, hey, hey.
Let me do that. All right?
-You're not supposed
to exert yourself.
-I'm trying to get
this fucking snow blower
out of the way.
[Tom]
Okay. All right.
Hey, there they are,
my old loungers.
[grunting]
Oh, yeah.
[sighing]
Your mother and I used to sit
in these chairs all summer long.
And what do you need
these for anyways?
It's the middle of winter.
[sighs]
Dad?
Hey, you wanna go for a ride?
[rock music playing on radio]
[Bob groaning softly]
[Tom]
You okay?
[groans] Yeah, yeah, I just,
just got a little dizzy,
that's all.
-Oof.
-The hospital's right down
the road.
Why don't you let me drive?
Okay?
Actually,
I want to go
to the liquor store.
-A liquor store?
-Yeah.
Dad, we've got
an appointment with the doctor
to talk about your options.
Why do you want to go
to the liquor store for?
Options? Are you,
are you buying the doctors crap?
Actually, I did
some research last night,
and there's some things
that we can do to try
to slow down the growth,
give you a little bit more time.
To when? Until I become
a vegetable and I, I can't hear?
I can't see and shit in the bed?
No, no, no, no, no.
Bob Bevenah likes Bob Bevenah
just the way he is.
I don't want any
goddamn fucking...
-Hey!
-Oh.
-Hey, hey, calm down, okay?
-[groaning]
You're gonna make yourself
pass out.
Let's get you some fresh air
for a minute, okay?
Yeah, yeah.
[sad music]
I appreciate all the research
you did, Tom.
I, I really do, but...
...I don't want to spend
any time in the hospital
with those prissy nurses
coming in every half an hour.
As if there wasn't
a dying man lying there.
-I'll be with you, Dad.
-I know.
But this... That's not,
that's not the point,
-Okay.
-[sighs deeply]
So we get you a bed at home
and a hospice worker will come--
Four hours a day.
What the hell are we supposed
to do the rest of the time?
I told you, I'll be there.
No, It's too much, Tom.
It's too much of a burden.
Eventually,
I won't be able to eat.
What are you gonna do, feed me?
Then I'll be crapping myself.
No, no, I won't allow it.
[sighs] There used to be a man
who lived across the lake, uh,
Cole Stupar,
I think his name was.
You were just a boy then.
Lived alone, his kids hated him
for some reason.
One day he falls, busts a hip
and ends up in a wheelchair.
After a few weeks, he realizes
he can't go downtown.
You can't go up the stairs.
[soft melancholic music]
So one night...
...dead of winter...
[suspenseful music]
...he wheels himself out on the
ice with a bucket of whiskey.
And he's wearing
his summer clothing.
Yeah, I'm talking about T-shirt
and, and, and shorts.
And he starts drinking.
For hours, dipping his cup
in whiskey and drinking,
and dipping his cup,
and, and drinking...
...until he just passes out.
And eventually...
...they find him
completely frozen.
-Poor guy.
-No.
You're kidding?
Everybody thought it was a,
uh, an accident.
"Poor guy"?
It dawned on me the other day,
[stutters] he was a genius.
You know, I mean,
he drank until he couldn't feel
the cold anymore.
Got to be out with the trees,
and the fresh air,
and the, and the stars.
"Poor guy," no.
All r--
Uh, all right, but, fuck, is
that really what you wanna do?
Yeah, that's
what I really wanna do.
You and me, out on the lake...
Hopefully, they'll be stars out.
[melancholic music]
[doorbell chimes]
[grunts]
I've never been a man
of expensive tastes,
but this is gonna make
a great manhattan.
Okay.
[ambient music
playing over speakers]
Hi, your total is $677.32.
Six hundred?
[Bob]
That's okay.
All right.
Have a nice d-- Oh, wait.
Something's not right here.
-Is there a problem?
-No.
-[stutters] Yeah,
I, like, charged you too much.
-[sighs angrily]
[cashier]
Hey, manager to the front desk.
I charged you for 33 bottles
instead of three.
Three, thirty-three,
-there really isn't much
of a difference--
-Sir.
It is against our policy
to have a discrepancy
in product inventory.
Would you hurry the fuck up?
Cool it, Maurice.
[Maurice]
Listen, I do a lot of stuff
for this town,
and every so often,
I think I'm entitled
to a little R and R.
And then somebody like you
comes along,
and messes everything up.
We're just gonna take
the bottles in, okay?
You can keep the money.
But...
[Bob chuckles]
Oh.
Damn!
[Flow]
You know, if he builds
that fence, I won't be able
to get through my front door
unless I walk down the hill.
-I'm too old for that, Bob.
-Flow.
Really? This is the worst time
to do this.
I, I can't worry
about these things right now.
What are you doing?
I-- I've got this damn rash.
Look, why don't,
why don't you just put a road in
from the hill to your door?
And, that way,
everybody's happy.
I don't have
that kind of money, Bob.
I don't know
what to tell you, Flow.
Hmm.
If Jillian was still here,
she'd help me. I know she would.
[melancholic music]
[sighs heavily]
Okay, okay.
[Flow]
What are you doing?
This is a blank check.
Yep.
I trust you,
just put your road in.
Oh, Bob, that's wonderful.
I will find a way
to repay you, Bob.
Okay.
[Tom clears throat]
Say, you,
you guys gonna have a party?
[thunder rumbles]
I'm all finished now.
-[young Bob] Hi.
-[Tom as a child] Hi.
[young Bob]
Are you in the water
all by yourself?
[Tom as a child]
Yeah. No.
[indistinct chatter]
[young Bob]
There she is.
How about your daddy?
[indistinct chatter]
[young Bob]
How about you get dressed?
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[melancholic music continues]
[Bob sighs]
[folk music]
[singer scattering]
[wind whistling]
[crying]
[Bob]
Tom.
[sighs]
Hey, what the hell
are you doing?
Hey, Tom. How's it going?
What are you doing?
What? I'm doing
what we talked about.
Well, what if somebody sees you?
Now you're not
even wearing a jacket.
-You can't start
without a jacket on.
-[exhales sharply]
[stutters] You got to let
the alcohol set in first.
-Dad, you're shivering.
-Yeah.
Temperature reads
minus twenty five.
That is perfect
freezing weather.
Yeah, Dad, look,
I've been thinking.
No. Hopefully,
all these clouds will pass.
-Yeah, listen--
-And then we're gonna have
all kinds of wonderful stars.
-That's if I live that long.
-[shouts] Dad.
What?
I think we need to just take
a minute here and slow down.
Just found out two days ago
and already you're suited up
and you're ready to go?
Yeah, I'm ready to go.
What am I waiting for?
It's just...
It's all happening
so fast, you know?
Not fast enough.
[melancholic music]
Look, yeah, I know it's fast.
But pretty soon you're gonna be
mopping me up all over the floor
to wait it out
in pain and panic.
I thought we learned our lesson
by watching your mother
go through the same thing.
No, Dad, look, uh...
Yeah, I get it.
You know, it was just...
I want to make sure that...
...you've put everything
in order.
Oh, hey,
I swept up this morning.
I put everything in boxes,
so you can use the room
for storage.
No, Dad, that's not what I'm...
Oh, gee, I'm sorry.
Yeah, you know, it...
It's not really anything
that we've ever talked about.
You know, I don't even know
if we have a will or not and...
Dad?
[sighs] Oh, I am so sorry.
I can be so selfish at times.
You know,
getting into my own crap.
What are you doing?
I'm making it right.
You get everything.
What is this?
That's a blank check.
-A blank check?
-Yeah.
Christ, Dad, I don't,
uh, I don't get it with you.
All right? I'm talking
about proper paperwork here.
What do you want me to do?
If you wait to get
proper paperwork,
you might as well
send me to hospice.
[speakers buzzing]
[wind whistling]
[sad music]
[grunts]
[Bob]
Ah, there's no stars tonight.
[soft music
playing over speakers]
It won't be ideal, but...
...it'll do.
You know...
...I'm already feeling
the alcohol.
Yeah, you've been drinking
all night.
Mm.
Gonna try to take my gloves off.
How does that feel?
Not too bad.
You can try the boots now.
[distant thud]
Shit.
You hear that?
That's the water...
...running under the ice.
Listen, I, I wanted to...
...thank you
for all this. [exhales]
-For all what?
-I don't think
there are a lot of men,
who have the guts to do
what you're doing.
Yeah, well...
Hey!
The stars are coming out.
I don't know how much
of a man I really am.
Don't they just make you
feel so small?
[Bill laughs]
Look at these two guys
right here,
getting it together
in the middle of the lake,
-Listen here. Bill.
-Nice. Nice.
Bill, we're in the middle
of something here and, uh...
Well...
[sighs]
I haven't seen the stars
in days.
And neither have I.
[Bill]
The night is young,
and you, my friend... [chuckles]
are not. [laughs]
So, you've got the stereo
and everything.
And, boy,
look at all that booze.
You guys sure know
how to throw a party. [laughs]
Hey, Bob...
Yeah, Bill.
...did you forget your shoes
or something?
And you're not wearing
any gloves.
-Wait a minute.
-[sighs]
Where's your coat?
It's minus thirty out here.
Yeah, I, I was warm, Bill,
can't a guy get warm?
Besides... [coughs]
the, the cold... [coughs]
The cold is really good...
[coughing]
The cold is really good
for your extremities, you know,
and... [coughs]
your mind being out in nature.
-[coughing]
-Hey, you okay, Dad?
Bob, that doesn't make
any sense.
-Fuck.
-I didn't hit him that hard,
did I?
Jesus. Fuck!
Wait a minute.
What's going on here?
[sighs heavily]
[crying]
[sniffles]
Oh, oh.
I can't believe
that this is happening to me.
My one true friend in this town
is gonna die.
That can't be true.
Is that true, Tom?
-Yeah, it's true.
-[Bill] Oh, God.
Can't the doctors slow it down?
Give you more time?
These doctors, Bill,
they're full of false hope.
Uh, my time has come.
The only cure for me now
is the cold.
Yeah. Bob,
but to freeze yourself to death
out in the middle of a lake?
That's the most awful thing
I think I've ever heard.
Aren't you upset?
Aren't you scared, Bob?
Now, don't you see?
That's just it.
I'm not, I'm not scared at all.
Look...
...I had a fall the other day.
I was out for a while. Even,
even dead, the doctors think.
But I remember everything.
I was in this
most beautiful place,
and, and Jill was there.
And time just seemed
to just go on forever.
[Bill]
Yeah, but, but, Bob,
that was just a dream.
It was all just up here.
[stutters]
That's just it.
I'm not going anywhere else.
So I have been
through it already.
And, uh, there's not--
nothing to be afraid of.
Not, not a thing.
Hmm. What about you, Tom?
Well, how do you feel
about all this?
-Well, I mean--
-I mean, what are you gonna do
when he's gone?
I don't know. [chuckles softly]
Uh, I was thinking
about maybe heading out West,
drifting around a bit
until I can figure out
what to do with my life.
[Bill]
Drifting around?
I never did any drifting around.
I never drifted
my whole stupid life.
Oh, God.
I've wasted my life.
I, I'm gonna change.
I'm gonna lead
a better life from now on.
I'll be a, a better husband.
A better father.
How about being
a better neighbor?
I mean,
this thing with you and Flow,
how about dropping that?
Maybe I can get
some of my money back.
A better neighbor?
Okay.
Shit, I'm gonna miss you.
[grunts]
Do you remember
the time we all went camping?
And before you knew it, that
bear was eating all our food.
-I remember. Yeah, I remember.
-[laughing]
You farted so loud
the bastard ran away.
You were there, eh, Tom?
What the hell is he doing?
Diabetes.
Man alive!
You guys
with your health issues.
[sighs] Anyway, I'm glad
we had this little talk.
Me too.
-You take care of yourself, Bob.
-Thanks.
Yeah, bon voyage.
Hey, Bill,
can you do us a favor, please?
Sure. Anything, anything.
We're trying to keep this
amongst ourselves.
Uh, what we're doing here
isn't exactly legal.
-All right.
-Is that, I,
I don't think it is.
-Right.
-Um...
-Aye.
-Bill?
Bi-- Bill...
Bill!
[coughing]
[panting]
-Let's get you to bed. Okay?
-Yeah.
[groans, coughs]
Do you really thinking
of going out West?
Yeah, I've been thinking
about it.
Got a friend up there who might
be able to get me some work.
So... [sighs]
Yeah, I don't know.
[coughing]
God, this is really bad.
Take an aspirin.
What's that gonna do for me?
I mean, really,
what's it gonna do for me?
For my body? I want to know.
-Um...
-[coughs]
Well, uh...
Pain is really
just inflammation.
Caused by enzymes
that produce prostaglandins.
And an aspirin is this thing
that inhibits cyclooxygenase-1.
-No, wait.
-Ahh.
Uh, maybe it's cyclooxygenase-2,
but either way...
...aspirin definitely
inhibits this.
Which is a precursor...
...for pain.
[melancholic music]
That's really good, Tom.
You really know your stuff.
[coughs]
[phone dialing]
[dial tone]
[phone ringing]
[several phones ringing]
[Bob]
Stan. Hi.
Yeah, I'm, I'm good.
Thank you. How, how are you?
Good, good.
Really? [chuckles] That's great.
[shouts] What?
No, no, that's, that's crazy.
I'm perfectly fine.
I'm all right.
No, no, uh, don't worry
about me. I'm, I'm fine.
Bob? Bob?
Oh, there you are, Bob.
-Bob.
-Jesus, Flow.
Bob, I heard some wonderful news
last night through my window.
Bill is going to stop
this fence business.
And it's all thanks to you.
So I brought your check back.
-Oh, well. Ah.
-[telephone rings]
Christ.
I, I also heard you are sick.
-And you're going
to kill yourself.
-Ah.
-Well, [stutters] the rumors
in this town, that's just crazy.
-[telephone ringing]
I'm fine. But, listen, Tom
and I, we're going to be late.
-So we have to go.
-Bob, I can help you.
You know I'm a healer, Bob.
Have you ever heard
of the Ethalisplant?
-[telephone continues ringing]
-It cured my rash.
-Christ.
-Yes.
Even Jesus Christ
used this plant.
It's a really ancient remedy
that's been handed down
through time.
And now studies
at the University of, um, oh...
-[telephone ringing]
-...the, they're starting
to show it is curing cancer.
So, I could come by
later on tonight,
and mix some up,
and put it on your body.
[telephone continues ringing]
[Bob]
Don't stop,
keep going, keep going.
Hey, Bob, we brought you a pie.
[soft country music]
-Welcome to the Arlington.
-Hey, Reg.
-You open?
-Yes.
Hi, Bob. Hi, Tom.
Okay if we take a seat
at the bar?
[soft country music
playing over speakers]
One beer for buddy
and a manhattan.
-[Bob] Ah, thanks, Reg.
-[Reg] Cheers.
[moans pleasantly]
Pretty cold out there.
Yep. [exhales deeply]
[door opens]
[Reg]
I don't know
what the big fuss is about.
"If I accept death in my life...
...acknowledge it
and face it squarely...
...then I'm relieved
of the agony of death.
And the pettiness of life."
So many of us never accept
the mortality of our lives.
The finality of our days.
The banality of the end.
But then I see you here,
and I realize
that's not the case.
But this is our community too.
No, don't say anything
in front of the kids.
Oh, hi, Bob.
Joe,
Mary.
I think I'll go take a piss.
[Reg]
How are you doing, Tom?
I'm good.
You?
How are you doing
with all of this?
Oh.
Yeah, I'm fine.
You know,
that's what he wants to do.
You know, sometimes I just...
I think he's in denial.
Not that, that he's not scared.
That he's... that he's ready.
You know, that may be
because you're not his age yet.
Something happens
when you get older.
Yeah.
Maybe.
I just wish there was something
I could do, you know?
I lost my father
when I was about your age.
And suddenly...
...very suddenly...
...one day he was here...
...and the next...
We weren't close
like you and Bob,
but I can't stop thinking
that there was something
I could have done
to make his life
a little better.
I mean, I know I, I couldn't
stop him from dying, but...
...if there was just something
I could have done to make him...
...feel happier.
But then I realized
that the best thing I could do
for him and myself too
was to show him
who I really was.
The good and the ugly,
as they say.
Yeah.
Well...
Who I am right now isn't really
making sense to me, so...
-...I don't know
what I would show him.
-[door creaks]
Only a dead man
is without contradiction.
[footsteps approaching]
[Bob]
Come on, Tom.
There you go, Reg.
Keep it. [sighs]
Thanks very much for the drink.
[Reg]
You take care.
-Good to see you, Tom.
-You, too.
Excuse me, Maurice,
we're on our way out.
You and I need
to have a little chat.
-No, we don't.
-Listen.
The whole town is going crazy,
because of this insanity
you've gotten into.
What do you say we just sit down
and talk about your options?
I mean, my daughter's a PSW
for Christ's sake.
Uh, she could come by the house.
We could get you a nice bed.
One of those good ones,
you know, with the remote
that makes it go up and down.
[Bob]
I don't think so.
So do you just want to die?
Is that it?
That's right.
I suppose it's because
of all those years you spent,
uh, meditating
in the mountains of...
[chuckles]
...with that, with the monks.
[Bob]
No.
Never did that.
But it was all the years
that I spent
with all you people here,
and Jillian and Tom,
and the quiet nights,
looking up at the stars.
Thatwas my meditation.
Get out of my way.
You won't get away with this,
Bob.
Think about the children.
[door creaks]
-Asshole.
-[door closes]
[sighs, clears throat]
Well...
[Tom]
Are you sure about this?
[Bob]
Yeah, just one more push.
[Bob groaning]
Nobody's gonna find us up here.
Your mother and I
used to sit up here and talk...
...for hours.
[sighs] I died the day
I married your mother.
And then again when I had you.
Oh, thanks.
You know what I mean.
What was that you were saying
about not being a big man?
Or something?
What?
Last night on the ice.
I did?
I just, uh...
I must've had too much to drink.
I guess I was just, uh...
...thinking, you know.
I mean, I'm 30.
And I don't even have a job.
[chuckles]
I've got this massive debt.
[sighs]
I mean,
what kind of an adult am I?
Come on. You're still young
and we're working on that debt.
Once I pass...
[Tom]
Yeah, I know. It's just...
I'm finding it hard
to find the point anymore.
What point?
In anything.
You know, in, in doing...
...anything.
Uh, here I am in medical school,
and I think that I'm,
I'm gonna be doing
something really good.
You know, I think I'm gonna be
saving lives, but...
-God, Tom,
you're a good looking boy.
-[chuckles nervously]
You're gonna find a job.
And a nice girl.
Have some kids.
No, no. Every relationship
that I've ever had
has started off great
and ended in a nightmare.
-So...
-Your mom and I
had a good relationship.
Yeah, exactly!
Or you wouldn't know anything
about this. You're just...
[melancholic music]
No, uh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Look, I've already decided,
You know I'm,
I'm gonna be alone, you know.
-Tom.
-I mean,
I mean, what kind of life
could a woman expect with me
anyway? You know. [scoffs]
If I don't take absolute perfect
care of my blood sugar,
if I'm, if I'm not on the ball
with my levels every single day,
then, then, then,
I'm not gonna live very long.
You know, or,
or I might lose a foot
and she'd have to take care
of me and... [sighs]
No, no, no.
No, no. It wouldn't,
that wouldn't be fair to her,
you know?
[sighs deeply]
Tom...
Uh...
Yeah, uh...
I'm sorry. I, uh...
I don't know what I'm talking
about. [chuckles nervously]
I guess I'm just a bit, uh...
[sighs]
A bit confused
with everything that's happening
with you right now and, uh...
[sighs deeply]
-[sits with a thud]
-Hey, I just don't think
you're seeing, uh...
[tense music]
[panting]
Tom?
Come on, buddy.
Everything's gonna be okay. Tom?
[Tom sighs]
-Tom, are you feeling okay?
-No, I think I...
I took too much insulin.
Shit. That's not good,
Tom, right?
-No, no, I just...
-All right. All right.
All right, look, look, come on.
Let me get a hold,
get you out of here.
It's gonna be all right.
Just take it easy.
-Watch your step here.
-[panting]
Right here. [indistinct]
There you go. There you go.
-[Tom groans]
-Oh.
[both groan]
Oh, fuck.
That really hurts.
-[groans]
-All right. Relax, man.
Oh, fuck.
All right, all right.
Relax your body, man.
We'll get--
we'll get you out of here.
-[groans]
-Don't, don't worry about it.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-All right, let's get up.
-[groans]
-Oh, fuck. [grunts]
Relax, buddy. I'll get you out
of here? Don't worry.
[coughing]
[groaning and coughing]
Hello?
Help!
[Tom groaning]
[Bob coughing]
-[groaning]
-Shh, okay, it's all right.
Hello. Help.
-[groaning]
-Please, help.
[indistinct talking]
Order.
Order people.
We are not talking
about throwing the man
-a goddamn farewell party.
-[man in audience] We're not?
What he's doing goes against
the fabric of this whole town,
It-- The whole society,
the whole country
[chattering]
We need to think about
the community here, people.
There are children.
Now, I don't know about you,
but I don't want my grandkids
catching wind of this
and thinking that they can
freeze their way to heaven.
Out on the goddamn ice.
-[chattering]
-[woman] Hi, everyone.
Nice to see you again,
Barb. Jimbo.
Well, I just think that the best
thing for all of us here
is to let the police go over
there and take care of it.
[chattering]
-[woman 2] Now, that way--
-[blows raspberry]
That way, the pressure's off
of all of us,
and they can stop 'em.
-Right?
-[audience murmurs]
[Flow]
You people are amazing.
Worried about no one
but yourselves.
What about Bob?
Can't you see
it's a cry for help?
He's depressed.
Ahh, you don't know
what you're talking about.
-You're the one
that's depressed. Yeah.
-[audience chattering]
[woman 3]
Oh, yeah? Suck on your cooler.
Jesus, she's nothing
but depressed, you know that.
[bangs on podium] Order.
[audience chattering]
Let the man die.
[Tom groaning]
[tense music]
It's okay. [panting]
You're gonna get out of this.
You're gonna find a good job.
-And a good girl.
-[groaning]
Shh, shh, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.
Shh, relax. Relax.
[Maurice]
If you ask me,
it's that son of his
that's put this idea
in his head.
Uh, we all know
he's a failed medical student.
He must be a couple hundred
thousand in debt by now.
[pig chewing]
I say we go over there right now
and tell him how we feel.
-Yeah.
-[audience murmurs in agreement]
[woman 4]
Come on.
[audience chattering]
[man]
I knew I had a beer somewhere...
[woman 5]
I know, right?
-[Tom groaning]
-Easy, easy.
Hello.
-[groaning]
-Easy. Hello, help.
Over here. Please.
Help us.
It's okay.
Help.
Please.
Move over here, please.
You've got to get him home.
Please, God.
[man]
All right, okay.
[tense music]
[Bob]
Right here. Right here.
Just set him down gently.
All right, relax. Relax.
Think good things, man.
-We got you. We got you, buddy.
-[groaning]
Oh, shit! How do you do this?
Tom! Tom,
how did he do this, buddy?
-Your insulin,
how do you do the insulin?
-Not insulin.
-Oh, God.
-Shit. Right.
Not more insulin,
you idiot, Bob.
Yeah, more insulin
would have killed him.
Okay, I got it, buddy.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
Just hold on there.
Tom?
My brother's a diabetic.
Oh, man.
Thank you. Thank you.
We're right here, buddy.
Okay, here it comes.
Here it comes.
Just relax your body. Relax.
Here you go.
-Okay. It's in. Yeah.
-[sighs in relief]
Just relax.
Okay. You're good.
-[sighs]
-Okay. Just relax.
It's okay.
Just think of stars, man.
Think of stars.
Think of the sky.
Think of the wind
blowing the trees.
Yeah, relax.
You're gonna be good, boy.
Yeah.
Relax, there you go.
There you go.
Hey, he's back!
It worked.
My boy, Tom.
Jesus.
You scared the shit out of me.
Oh, those are
the renters next door.
That's Jake and Samantha,
and they've got a friend
named Melissa.
[coughs]
Jesus, Dad.
That's a lot of blood.
[Bob]
Never mind that.
You're better now,
that's all that matters.
Now you and I have to have
a little chat.
You're not happy.
[coughs]
[melancholic music]
Dad. What? What,
that stuff I said in the forest?
I, I was overdosing insulin.
I don't know what I was saying.
[Bob]
I've known you all your life.
I know when there is
something wrong
with my son. [coughs]
Look, I just think...
I, I, I don't think you, you're
getting the whole picture, Son.
[vehicle approaching]
Dad.
[people chattering
at a distance]
[echoing]
Dad?
[tense music]
[healthcare machine beeping]
Dad?
Tom?
Yeah. You with us?
Jesus Christ!
What are you people
doing in my house?
The fine people of this town
have come here to object
to what it is
you're doing here today.
But just think
about the bad press
and what that's going
to do to our...
...tourism season.
[Flow]
That's not entirely true, Bob.
Some of us are here
because we want to help you.
Look, I brought
the Ethalisplant.
You just need a little hope.
Have you people never seen
a dying man before?
I mean, look at him.
Pretty soon he's not gonna
be able to, uh, to eat,
to, to go to the bathroom,
to move his arms or even speak.
I mean, what the fuck is that?
That's the same thing
that happened to Mom.
Jillian was an angel.
-[crowd murmurs] Yeah, yeah.
-[man] Yes, she was.
Yeah. She was.
But not in the end.
You know, in,
in the end she, she was,
she was angry and she was upset.
And, and she was scared
out of her fucking mind.
And we never got a chance
to say goodbye.
You know, not...
Not properly.
[Maurice clapping]
Very nice performance,
young man.
But I think we all know
what your father's death
is gonna mean to you
and that hefty debt of yours.
I say this was all your idea.
That's right.
-I call bullshit.
-You son of a bitch.
My son has every right
to that money,
and you're not gonna do
a damn thing about it.
All right? Do you hear me?
Fine. You want me to rub plants
all over my face?
Look at that. Look, huh.
You're happy, huh?
You wanna watch me piss blood
and shit all over the floor
for the next two months?
You got it. Anything you want,
but no one is getting my son
in trouble. Do you understand?
And I swear, I promise you that
with my dying breath.
[coughing]
Maurice.
Best case scenario,
you've got what, ten years left?
You can count that out.
One, two--
I get the picture.
One year you're playing golf.
The next year,
you're fucking your wife.
-[coughing]
-Oh, my!
Oh, Lucy.
Lucy, for God's sakes.
Lucy, you should be home
right now
preparing for this
because you're next.
You're all next.
[coughs]
[crowd murmurs]
[Lucy]
That's very rude, young man.
I'll have you know,
I'm very well prepared.
[coughing]
Bah.
I've seen enough.
You can go ahead and have
your little ceremony on the ice.
But I don't want any of this
leaving this room.
Do you hear me?
Let's keep this quiet.
Anybody asks what happened here,
Bob died of natural causes,
And I don't want anybody
saying anything about Tom.
Not to the police.
Not to anybody.
Just do it at night when no one
can see for God's sake.
[crowd murmurs]
Bob, are you okay, Bob?
Yeah, I, I'm fine, Flow.
Thank you.
Bob, I, I wrote you
a little poem...
-Oh, boy.
-...that I thought might help
you through all this.
Hey, Bob.
Gee, what a show that was.
[chuckles]
Didn't see that coming.
[clears throat]
Are you all right?
Can I, can I get you something?
Can I get you some water?
-[Bob coughing]
-Yeah.
-Okay.
-[gentle music]
"Breath deep,
deeply where you cannot
breathe deeply,
love where you cannot love
no one anymore."
[snorts]
Excuse me, Reginald.
Sorry, uh, please proceed.
[sighs heavily]
"Travel far, far, far
into the distance
where I cannot go.
Where I cannot follow.
I ask of you, stay,
stay where you cannot stay.
You who cannot..."
I, I mean, sorry.
"Sit.
Sit where there are no chairs,
so you can see.
But you cannot see a rising sun,
where there is no sun rising."
Goodbye, Bob.
Thank you for coming.
We will stay here.
I've never had a manhattan.
Ooh, that's pretty good.
[crowd shouts]
To Bob.
[clattering at a distance]
-Oh, for God's sakes.
-What is that?
-I thought we were
done with this.
-Me too.
Hey, Phil, come on, now.
Time to go home.
[people chattering on TV]
[imitates Lucy]
That was, uh, rudeyoung man.
[both laughing]
[wind whistling]
["Into Thin Air"
by Nathaniel Edgar]
When I look up at the pines
I lay back
and stretch out time
Blue lake
and grey rocky shore
Tall trees and stars
forever more
Worry and toil
leave their scars
But they disappear
under planets and stars
I'll smile, I'll wave
They'll just stare
Then I'll disappear
Into thin air
We're riding on a rock
In the sky
Spinning so fast as we fly
Once I was so scared
to leave
I'm ready now
There's no need to grieve
Worry and toil
leave their scars
But they disappear
under planets and stars
I'll smile, I'll wave
They'll just stare
Then I'll disappear
I'll disappear
I'll disappear
Into thin air
[melancholic music]